A slow, indulgent smile curves across Draco’s sharp features as he gazes up at you from between your trembling thighs. His pale hair falls forward in soft strands, brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs like cool silk. One long elegant finger traces lazy, maddening circles around your fluttering entrance. Never dipping inside, never giving you the stretch you’re aching for—just enough pressure to make your slick walls clench uselessly around nothing.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. The little hitch in your breath, the way your hips twitch toward his mouth, the soft, broken whimpers that spill from your lips. He drinks them down like fine wine. Every sound you make is deliberate fuel for his ego, and the low, pleased hum that vibrates in his throat tells you he’s savoring every single one.
Your wide, glassy doe eyes lock onto his silver ones, pleading, shimmering with unshed tears of frustration. Something softens in his expression—just for a heartbeat—before that familiar wicked glint returns. He leans in without breaking eye contact and seals his mouth over your swollen clit in one hot, open-mouthed kiss.
The sudden wet heat makes your spine bow off the sheets. His lips are plush and firm at once, sucking gently, then harder, tongue flicking once against the oversensitive bud until your thighs quake around his ears. You chase the pressure instinctively, hips rolling up in a desperate grind, but he’s already pulling back with a slow, obscene pop, leaving your clit throbbing and glistening with his spit.
A pitiful whine tears out of you before you can stop it. You huff in frustration, chest heaving, and the sound of his deep, velvet chuckle rolls over your overheated skin like a physical caress.
“Patience, darling,” he drawls, voice low and syrupy with amusement. “Y'know I always give you what you want.”
He makes a deliberate performance of it then—long fingers moving to the cuffs of his crisp white shirt. He rolls each sleeve up with agonizing slowness, revealing inch after inch of corded forearm. The pale skin is dusted with fine golden hair; thick blue veins snake beneath the surface, flexing subtly as he works the fabric higher until it bunches at his elbows. The sight alone sends a fresh gush of wetness dripping down your slit—your greedy little cunt clenching so hard it almost hurts.
“Beg a little prettier, baby.”
Draco settles back between your spread thighs like he owns the space and you. His broad shoulders nudging your knees even wider. He’s a vision in the low light, pale skin kissed with a faint flush high on his cheekbones, silver-blond hair slightly mussed from your earlier fingers, those storm-grey eyes locked on yours with lazy, predatory patience. The tip of his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, and the sight makes your cunt clench so hard a fresh bead of slick wells up and trickles down.
“‘S’pretty, Draco,” you breathe, eyes wide and shining with pure, helpless adoration as you stare down at him. You know it’s not enough, he loves making you work for it, but the words tumble out anyway, soft and reverent.
He huffs a quiet, amused sound against your skin, the warm puff of breath making your swollen clit twitch. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice velvet-wrapped steel. “You think batting those pretty lashes is going to get you what you want?”
His fingers never stop their cruel circuit. Long, elegant digits gliding through your drenched folds, circling your fluttering entrance with feather-light pressure. You’re soaked, obscenely so; every slow pass of his fingertips drags more of your slick downward until it’s coating the sensitive skin between your cheeks, pooling cool and slippery against your puckered hole. The wet sounds are filthy in the quiet room. Soft, rhythmic schlick-schlick as he toys with you, never pushing inside, never giving you the stretch or friction you’re dying for.
He dips his head and starts trailing open-mouthed kisses up the tender inside of your thigh slow, deliberate, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver. First one thigh, then the other, lips plush and hot, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of your skin. He’s close, so close, his sharp nose brushing the crease where thigh meets cunt, but he skirts around your aching center every time, leaving your clit throbbing untouched, pulsing with every heartbeat.
“Please, Draco,” you whimper, voice cracking on his name. “Need your mouth—or—or your fingers—plea—oh!”
The plea breaks into a sharp, needy gasp as he finally—finally—presses the flat of his tongue against your entrance in one long, languid lick. He groans low in his throat at the taste of you, the sound vibrating straight through your core. Then he pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal, voice rougher now.
“Louder, darling. Tell me exactly what this greedy little cunt needs.” His middle finger dips just inside you—barely past the first knuckle—curling once, teasing your fluttering walls before slipping free again. “Use your words, or I’ll keep you like this all night. Dripping, clenching, begging, and getting nothing but my tongue on your thighs.”
Your hips jerk helplessly toward his face; another pathetic whine spills from your throat as more slick leaks out, warm and sticky, sliding down to dampen the sheets beneath you.
His smirk is devastating, like he’s savoring the exact moment your composure cracks. He watches you with hooded silver eyes: your lashes fluttering, squeezed shut in pure, trembling frustration; your lips swollen dark and glossy, bitten raw from trying to stifle the pathetic little sounds spilling out of you.
“Want t'come, Draco, please.”
The words come out high and broken, a full-on whine that curls straight through him. Warm, liquid satisfaction slithers down his spine, pooling low in his gut. His cock is achingly hard beneath the strained fabric of his trousers and has been for the last half hour, throbbing in time with every squirm of your hips, every fresh gush of slick that coats his hand. He hasn’t even touched himself, hasn’t needed to; your wrecked little pleas and the obscene wet sounds of your cunt are more than enough to keep him on the razor’s edge.
“Yeah?” His voice is low, rougher now, velvet fraying at the seams.
Without warning he pushes one long finger inside you—all the way, slow and deliberate—until the cold bite of his signet ring presses flush against your soaked entrance. You gasp, hips jerking up instinctively, trying to chase more, but he twists the digit once, curling it hard against that spongy spot that makes your thighs shake… then stills it completely.
Just… lets it sit there.
Thick and unmoving, stretching you open just enough to remind you what you’re missing. Your walls flutter desperately around the single intrusion, clenching and releasing in frantic little pulses, trying to pull him deeper, but he doesn’t budge. The contrast is torture: the cool metal of his ring biting into your overheated flesh, the heavy, unyielding pressure of his knuckle against your entrance, the slick heat of your own arousal dripping down his wrist in slow, sticky rivulets.
“Why should I let you come?” he murmurs, tilting his head like he’s genuinely curious. His free hand slides up your thigh, thumb brushing feather-light over the trembling muscle there, smearing your wetness across your skin in a lazy, possessive arc. “You’ve been such a good, whiny little thing tonight… but good girls earn it, don’t they?”
He leans in closer, breath hot against your clit close enough that every exhale sends a fresh jolt through the swollen bud, but still not touching. Your hips roll uselessly, chasing the ghost of friction, and another pitiful whimper escapes you.
“Look at this mess you’re making,” he continues, voice dripping with mock sympathy as he watches another bead of slick slide down to join the growing wet spot beneath you. “Dripping all over my hand, clenching around one finger like it’s the only thing keeping you alive. Such a pretty little thing.”
He finally gives the smallest, cruelest curl of his finger, just enough to graze that spot again, before going still once more.
“Tell me exactly why this greedy cunt deserves to come on my fingers, darling. Make it convincing.” His eyes flick up to yours, dark with want. “I could just leave you like this, empty until you’re crying for real.”
Your breath hitches on a sob; your whole body is trembling now, thighs quaking around his shoulders, cunt spasming uselessly around that single, unmoving finger.
He waits.
Patient. Smug. Utterly in control.
And loving every second of your unraveling.
Then, finally—mercifully—he moves after watching an angry tear slip onto your cheek. Oh, he could be so mean. Maybe you had earned it after all.
Two more fingers join the first in one brutal, slick thrust, stretching you wide around the thick intrusion. The cold bite of his rings drag along your fluttering walls; the stretch burns so good it makes your eyes roll back. He doesn’t give you time to adjust—just curls all three deep, pads grinding ruthlessly against that swollen, spongy spot inside you while his thumb finds your clit and starts circling with firm, relentless pressure.
“ah!—fuck—Draco—!” The words come out slurred, high and wrecked.
He growls low against your thigh, the sound vibrating straight to your core. “That’s it. Let me hear how stupid this pretty cunt gets when I finally fuck it right.”
His pace turns punishing, long, rough strokes that piston in and out, curling on every drag out to bully that spot until your hips are bucking wildly, chasing the brutal rhythm. Wet, obscene squelches fill the room with every thrust; your slick coats his hand to the wrist, dripping in thick strings down his forearm, soaking the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt. The mess is everywhere, cool and sticky between your cheeks, pooling beneath you, making the sheets cling to your ass.
You come hard and fast on the third brutal grind against your g-spot—back arching off the bed, a strangled scream tearing from your throat as your walls clamp down like a vice around his fingers. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow. Just keeps fucking you through it, thumb grinding merciless circles on your clit until the pleasure twists sharp and painful, tipping into overstimulation.
“Draco—s'too much—can’t—!”
“You can,” he snarls, voice rough with his own fraying restraint. “And you will.”
He scissors his fingers on the next thrust, stretching you wider, making room for the obscene gush of slick that follows. Your second orgasm builds terrifyingly fast—coiling low and tight, different this time, almost too intense. Your thighs clamp around his head; your hands fist the sheets so hard your knuckles bleach white.
“C'mon, baby,” he coos mockingly, lips brushing your pulsing clit. “Give me another one. Make a fucking mess all over my hand.”
One more cruel curl, one more punishing grind of his thumb and you shatter. This one rips through you like lightning. Your whole body locks up, then convulses; a hot, gushing rush floods out around his fingers as you come so hard your vision whites out. You’re shaking, sobbing his name in broken little gasps, cunt pulsing and fluttering so violently it almost pushes his fingers out. He works you through every aftershock, slowing only when your cries turn truly wrecked and your hips start jerking away from the overstimulation.
When he finally pulls his fingers free with a wet pop, you’re boneless—limbs heavy, chest heaving, cunt still twitching with aftershocks. A thick string of your release connects his glistening fingers to your swollen entrance before it snaps. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with slow, deliberate drag of his tongue, eyes never leaving yours.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with dark satisfaction and something all too fond. “Fucked dumb already and I haven’t even put my cock in you yet.”
He rises onto his knees between your spread thighs, finally undoing his trousers with shaking hands. Proof he’s been just as wrecked by this as you have. His cock springs free: thick, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out stark against pale skin, already leaking steadily. It looks obscene next to your smaller, trembling body—too big, almost, for how swollen and sensitive you already are.
He grips the base and drags the fat head through your soaked folds, coating himself in your release. The blunt pressure against your entrance makes you whimper, hips twitching toward him even though you’re oversensitive and shaking.
“Beg one more time,” he rasps, voice strained now, control hanging by a thread. “Tell me how badly this tight little cunt needs to be split open on my cock.”
“Please Draco, need it—need you—fuck me p–”
That does it.
He snaps his hips forward in one deep, ruthless thrust, burying every thick inch inside you until his hips meet yours with a wet slap. The stretch is overwhelming; you feel split open, stuffed full, the head of him nudging so deep it presses against your cervix. Your walls flutter wildly around him, still spasming from the overstimulation, trying to adjust to the impossible girth.
“Fuck,” he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he fights not to come right then. “So fucking tight—even after all that.”
He starts moving slow at first, savoring the drag of your slick walls clinging to every ridge and vein Then meaner, harder, hips snapping with bruising force. The bed creaks under the onslaught; your tits bounce with every thrust; the wet slap of skin on skin mixes with your broken moans and his ragged breathing.
You’re gone. Mind blank, body nothing but sensation. Overstimulated, oversensitive, coming again almost immediately on the first few brutal strokes, walls milking him so hard he curses under his breath.
“Again,” he growls, angling his hips to grind against your clit with every thrust. “Come on my cock again, pretty girl. Milk me dry.”
Somehow you do, shaking, sobbing, coming so hard tears leak from the corners of your eyes. He fucks you through it, pace turning sloppy and desperate, chasing his own release now.
“Gonna fill this greedy cunt up,” he pants against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse. “Mark you inside and out—make sure you feel me for days.”
One final, punishing thrust and he buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he comes with a low, guttural groan. Hot, thick spurts flood you, so much it leaks out around his base, mixing with your own mess. He grinds slow circles through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor from your overworked body until you’re both trembling, spent, and dripping.
He stays inside you for long moments after. Softening slowly, still twitching while he presses lazy, hot kisses along your jaw.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and tender now. “Took everything I gave you so perfectly.”
You can only manage a weak, blissed-out whimper in response—fucked dumb, just like he promised.
smau (Im pretty sure, idk im new to this) Mentions of smut lowkey, cam being a w man 😛(Get you a Cameron cade)
note: I been seeing a lot of stuff like this, so i had to hop on. This was quick and easy, and im lowkey in a writers block right now. 😶 Sorry for any grammar issues, i was lowkey rushing.
Kim woke up from sleep and the bright light from the sun in the penthouse made the room more beautiful than ever,
He looked to the side and found out that IU was missing from her spot where she had blacked out from him fucking her yesterday night after the concert and their round two in the RV, She had screamed, moaned his name over and over again until she climaxed again and again on his cock, Luckily for her her concert had come to an end and she had no need for that voice because it had gone hoarse from screaming.
He slowly stood up not bothering to cover himself, there was no way any paparazzi would get anyshots inside the house because IU’S penthouse was one of the highest penthouse in Korea and it faced Han river, He walked stark naked in the house and went to the living room searching for IU. His thick cock swinging to and fro as he walked towards the kitchen where the sounds where coming from.
The old driver walked in to see IU standing in front of the stove dancing to some music, She had an apron on covering her perky round boobs but other than that she was completely bare fully giving him a view of her sexy toned fair ass and those pussy lips visible between those legs.
She had no idea he was watching him as she made those noodles, this was the same woman who was singing in front of a stadium full of her fans and enchanting every one of them, The queen of Kpop, the dream woman and Ideal type of many Kpop Idols but now here she was making dinner for her Old driver who had been balls deep inside her and cream pied her many time in last few months.
He went behind her and hugged her placing his cock in between her ass cheeks as she leaned back in to her hug, “You woke up “ She said as her sexy ass grinded back to his cock making it semi Hard.
“Aren’t you tired Ji Eun ah” from all that performance yesterday and from him fucking her all through the night she had to be have been tired but as usual this woman was chirpy in the morning,
“No I am not, I don’t have any Schedule today, My company told me to rest for a month.
Kim looked at the Woman who was smiling at him in delight and thinking about how sassy she is usually. Well she did pull off one of the most successful and profitable concert tour in history so she just became richer than usual but that didn’t have anything to do with him but her pussy was slowly becoming addicted his cock nowadays,
Now her team knows that IU only uses his vehicle to travel and everyone thought it was due to his driving skills but who knew it was all due to his fucking skills.
She turned around and her hands slowly traced a path along his inner thighs as the cock caressed the outerside of her hands.
“Tell me Ajhussi, What do you need. A car, a house. I will buy you anything you want” She said as her small dainty hands enveloped his cock slowly stroking it.
Hhe groaned feeling those soft hands on his cock. She was holding his thick cock just like how she clutches on to her mic.
“I don’t need anything Ji eun ah. As long as I can fuck that tight pussy of yours everynight, I am happy” He said as he could feel her excitement as she clutched his cock harder.
“No i have to give you something, What if some other beautiful women seduce you away, I can’t live without this cock anymore” IU said as she kneeled down admiring his cock while talking to him.
A low, possessive growl rumbled in Kim's chest as he looked down at the sight. The Queen of K-pop, the nation's sweetheart, was on her knees for him, her eyes wide with a mixture of reverence and pure, unadulterated lust, fixed on his thick, hardening cock. Her small hands, the same ones that held a microphone with such delicate grace for thousands of adoring fans, were now wrapped around the base of his shaft, her grip firm and knowing.
"You already give me everything I need right here, Ji Eun-ah," he grunted, his voice rough with morning desire.
But IU was insistent, a determined pout on her lips. "I need to make sure you're mine," she whispered, her breath ghosting over the sensitive head of his cock, making it twitch violently. Her eyes darted to the kitchen counter, landing on a can of whipped cream she'd used to top some hot chocolate earlier. A wicked, sassy smile, one her fans never got to see, played on her lips.
"Stay right there, Ajhussi," she purred, releasing his cock and standing up. She sauntered over to the counter, her bare ass swaying hypnotically. The apron strings danced with each step, offering him tantalizing glimpses of her smooth, toned back and the perfect curves of her cheeks. She picked up the can, shaking it with a practiced, rhythmic sound that was somehow more erotic than any music.
She returned to her position on her knees, her gaze locked with his. "Let's make you even sweeter," she said, her voice a husky promise.
She brought the nozzle of the can to his groin. With a soft hiss, a dollop of pure white cream landed right in the thicket of his dark pubic hair. The cold sensation against his warm skin made him jerk, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips. IU didn't stop. She moved the can, tracing a slow, deliberate line up the thick, prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. The cold cream contrasted beautifully with the heated, veined flesh, and the sight was fucking obscene.
Then, she aimed for the head. She sprayed a generous, swirling mound right on the swollen, purple tip, the cream almost completely obscuring the slit where a bead of his own precum had already formed.
But the pièce de résistance was next. She gave a short, sharp burst of cream, coating each of his heavy balls in a cold, white layer. They tightened instinctively from the temperature, drawing up slightly.
"Fuck, Ji Eun," Kim groaned, his hands clenching at his sides.
IU looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and hunger. "Now, let me taste my favorite dessert."
She didn't just dive in. She was an artist, and this was her masterpiece. She started at the base, where the cream was melting into his pubic hair. She leaned in and her tongue, pink and agile, darted out. She didn't lick; she nuzzled. She buried her face in the cream and his hair, licking and sucking the sweet substance directly from his skin, her nose inhaling his musky, masculine scent mixed with the vanilla sweetness. The sensation was incredible—the soft, wet heat of her mouth and tongue, the scratch of her delicate features against his sensitive skin, the cold cream, and her low, appreciative hums.
She worked her way up his shaft, her tongue following the trail of cream. She used broad, flat strokes, lapping up the cream while simultaneously coating his entire length with her saliva. Her technique was fucking masterful. She would swirl her tongue around the circumference, ensuring not a single spot was left untouched, before sucking lightly, pulling the cream and his taste into her mouth.
When she reached the head, she paused, her face just inches from the creamy peak. She looked him dead in the eyes, a challenge in her gaze. Then, she opened her mouth, wrapped her perfect, plush lips around the entire cream-covered head, and sucked.
It was a deep, hard, suctioning pull that made Kim's knees buckle. "Holy shit!" he cried out.
IU pulled back with a wet pop, the cream now gone from the tip, which glistened with her spit. She took him deep into her mouth again, this time taking half his length, her lips stretching tightly around his girth. She began to bob her head, a slow, rhythmic motion that was pure fucking bliss. Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking the part of his shaft she couldn't fit, her fingers slick with a mixture of cream and her own saliva.
The combination of sensations was overwhelming. The sweet, cold taste of the cream, the warm, wet, tight vacuum of her mouth, the skillful flicking of her tongue against his frenulum, the sight of her—IU—with his thick cock buried in her mouth, cream smeared around her lips and on the tip of her nose.
She pulled off, breathless, a string of saliva and cream connecting her lips to his cock. "So sweet," she murmured, her voice wrecked. She then leaned down and attended to his cream-covered balls. She took one into her mouth, rolling the cold, creamy orb with her tongue, sucking gently. The dual sensation of her mouth on his balls and her hand still steadily stroking his shaft was driving him out of his fucking mind.
She was a fucking virtuoso. She knew exactly when to go deep, when to focus on the head, when to use her hands, and when to just let her tongue work magic. She was worshipping his cock with a skill and dedication that proved her words true—she was utterly, completely addicted to it.
"Ji Eun... I'm close," he warned, his voice a strained rasp, his fingers tangling in her hair.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she doubled down. She took him as deep as she could, her throat relaxing to accommodate his girth, her nose pressing into his pubic bone. She hummed around his cock, the vibration traveling straight to his core. Her eyes, watery but triumphant, looked up at him, silently telling him to give her everything.
That was his undoing. With a guttural roar, he erupted, his release pulsing hot and thick down her throat. IU swallowed diligently, her throat working around him, taking every last drop of his cum, mixing it with the remnants of the sweet cream. She milked him dry with her mouth and hand until he was completely spent, softening in her grasp.
She finally pulled back, panting, cream and a little bit of his cum smeared on her chin. She looked utterly debauched and fucking beautiful.
"See?" she said, her voice hoarse. "Now you're my sweet, sweet Ajhussi. And no one else can have a taste." 🍆💦👅
IU pulled back from his spent cock with a final, wet pop, a look of pure, sated triumph in her glazed eyes. A slow, wicked smile spread across her cream-smeared lips. She rose to her feet on slightly shaky legs, her movements a fluid, sensual dance. She never broke eye contact with Kim as she backed away, stepping out of the circle of his discarded pajama pants.
"Now it's my turn, Ajhussi," she purred, her voice still husky from her throat's recent workout.
She sauntered over to the large wooden dining table, her bare feet making no sound on the polished floor. The early morning sun streamed through the window, illuminating her like a goddess. When she reached the table, she turned to face him, her back pressed against the edge. Her hands went to the knot of the apron strings at the small of her back.
With a slow, deliberate tug, the bow came undone.
The apron, the only thing shielding her nakedness from him, loosened. She didn't shrug it off immediately. She let it hang open for a moment, a final tease, allowing him a breathtaking view of the smooth, flat plane of her stomach and the gentle swell of her hips. Then, with a flick of her wrists, she let the apron fall from her shoulders. It pooled in a soft, white heap at her feet.
She stood before him, completely naked and utterly magnificent. Her skin glowed in the morning light, flawless and pale. Her perky, round breasts stood proud, the dark, hard nipples already pebbled from the cool air and sheer anticipation. Her body was a masterpiece of gentle curves and toned muscle, from her slender shoulders down to the neat triangle of dark hair at the junction of her thighs.
She picked up the can of whipped cream from where she'd left it on the table, shaking it with that same rhythmic, erotic sound.
"Come and taste your dessert, Ajhussi," she commanded, her tone a mix of sass and pure, unadulterated invitation. "Don't leave a single spot untouched."
That was all the encouragement Kim needed. The sight of her, fully exposed and offering herself so brazenly, sent a fresh, powerful surge of blood south, making his semi-soft cock twitch back to life with a vengeance. He crossed the room in three long strides, his own hunger a palpable force in the quiet kitchen.
He took the can from her with one hand, his other hand immediately cupping her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek. "My beautiful Ji Eun," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to devour you."
The can was cold in his hand. He held it up, the metal nozzle pointing right at her face. IU stood there, her back against the wall. Her eyes were wide, watching him. She didn't move.
"These lips," he said, his voice low. "These lips that sing for millions."
He pressed the tip. There was a soft hiss. A line of white whipped cream shot out. It landed perfectly on her plump bottom lip. The cream was stark against her skin. A little blob of it sat right in the middle of her mouth.
He didn't wait. He dropped the can. It clattered on the floor. He grabbed her face with both hands. His fingers tangled in her hair. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a takeover. His mouth smashed against hers. His tongue pushed its way in. It was hot and rough. He licked the cream right off her lip. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth, chasing the sweet taste. The vanilla flavor mixed with the taste of him. It was messy. Cream smeared on her chin and on his. It got on their clothes.
IU made a sound. A choked-off moan. Her body, which had been stiff, went soft. She leaned into him. Her hands came up and grabbed his arms. Her nails dug into his skin. She kissed him back just as hard. Their teeth clicked together. They were both breathing heavy, gasping into each other's mouths.
It was a desperate fucking kiss. It was all heat and hunger and that fucking sweet cream. He tasted the sugar and the woman, and he didn't know where one ended and the other began. He just knew he had to have more.
He finally pulled his mouth away from hers. Both of them were breathing hard. A string of spit and cream connected their lips for a second before it broke.
He picked the can back up. He brought the nozzle to her face again, but didn't spray her lips. This time, he trailed it down. Down her slender, elegant neck. She tilted her head back, giving him more access. Her eyes were half-closed.
He pressed the trigger. A soft hiss filled the quiet room. A thick, cool line of white cream shot out. It started just below her jawline. He moved the can slowly, deliberately, painting her skin. The line went all the way down the smooth column of her throat, over her delicate Adam's apple, and ended in the hollow of her collarbone. The cold made her shiver. Her skin broke out in goosebumps.
He dropped the can again. This time he didn't care where it landed.
He put one hand on her hip to hold her steady. With the other, he cupped the back of her head. Then he lowered his mouth to her neck.
His tongue was flat and hot. He started at the top, right under her jaw. He licked a long, slow stripe down her neck, following the path of the cream. He gathered the sweet, cold mess onto his warm tongue. He was thorough, like an animal cleaning its prey.
When he got to the hollow of her throat, he paused. He swirled his tongue there, lapping up the pooled cream. Then he closed his lips over the sensitive spot and sucked. Hard. She gasped, a sharp, breathy sound. Her fingers clenched into fists at her sides.
He nibbled gently on the tender skin. His teeth scraped lightly, sending another jolt through her. His stubble was rough. It scratched against her incredibly fair, soft skin. The contrast was intense—the scratch of his beard against the softness of his lips and tongue. It was a little painful, but in a good way. It felt raw and real.
He didn't stop. He kept licking and sucking, cleaning every last bit of cream from her neck. His breath was hot against her wet skin.
"Your neck," he grunted, his voice muffled against her throat. "It drives me fucking crazy."
He finished with her neck, his mouth wet and hot against her skin. He pulled back, his eyes dark and hungry. He looked down her body. He picked up the can of cream again.
He moved lower. He started with her shoulders. She had delicate shoulders, smooth and pale. He sprayed a line of cream along the curve of her right shoulder. The white looked stark against her skin. He bent his head and licked it off. His tongue was slow and thorough. He traced the line of her collarbone with the tip of his tongue. Then he moved down her arm. Her arm was toned, a dancer's arm, strong from holding microphones and moving on stage. He coated her bicep in a messy stripe of cream. He licked it all clean, from her shoulder all the way down to her elbow. He treated her arm like it was his own personal candy. He took his time, worshipping the skin that millions of fans watched with awe.
Then, he looked at her breasts.
He actually held his breath for a second. They were perfect. Full and round. Her nipples were already hard points against her thin top. He lifted the can. He aimed the nozzle at her right breast. He pressed the trigger. A loud hiss filled the room. A big, swirling mound of white cream shot out, landing directly on her nipple. It was cold. She jolted, her whole body tensing. A sharp cry fell from her lips. "Ah!"
Her nipple hardened instantly beneath the cold cream, becoming a tight, aching peak.
He didn't wait. He couldn't. He descended on her right breast like a starving man. His mouth opened wide. He enveloped the entire cream-covered tip. His lips sealed around her areola. He sucked hard.
The sensation was overwhelming for her. The cold cream, the heat of his mouth, the strong suction. His tongue was flat and rough. It lashed against her hardened nipple. He licked and swirled, lapping up the sweet vanilla cream and mixing it with the taste of her skin. It was a musky, salty, womanly taste.
IU cried out, her back arching off the wall. Her hands flew to his head. Her fingers tangled violently in his hair. She wasn't pushing him away. She was holding him there, grinding her breast deeper into his mouth. "Don't stop," she gasped.
He sucked and licked until every bit of cream was gone from her right breast. Her nipple was left red, wet, and incredibly swollen. It throbbed with a dull ache.
He pulled his mouth away with a wet pop. He was breathing heavily. He immediately turned his attention to her left breast.
He didn't even bother with the can again. He just attacked it with his mouth. He covered the left nipple with his lips and sucked just as hard. His tongue flicked and circled the sensitive nub. He nibbled on it gently with his teeth, making her whimper. He gave it the same lavish, wet attention. He sucked until her left nipple was just as red, just as swollen, and just as throbbing as the right one.
He finally pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with spit and traces of cream. Both of her breasts were glistening, her nipples hard and abused. He looked at his work, a dark, possessive satisfaction in his eyes.
He moved the can down her body. He sprayed a zig-zag line over her ribs. The cold made her jump. She squirmed and let out a little giggle. His tongue followed, licking the cream off her sensitive skin. The combination of the cold cream and his warm, tickling tongue made her laugh and twist.
He moved lower. He sprayed a thick layer of cream all over her flat, toned stomach. Her muscles were tight and defined. His tongue traced the lines of her abs. He licked slowly, cleaning the cream from her skin. Then he found her belly button. He dipped his tongue into the shallow well. He swirled it around inside, getting every last bit. She moaned loudly. Her stomach muscles quivered under his mouth.
He was on his knees now. His face was level with her pussy. He looked up at her. His eyes were dark and full of promise. He lifted the can. He sprayed a single dollop of cream right onto her pubic mound. The hair there was dark and neatly trimmed. The white cream sat on top of it. He nuzzled into her. He buried his nose and mouth in her soft hair. He licked the cream away. He breathed in her scent. It was intimate and arousing.
"Spread your legs for me, Ji Eun-ah," he said, his voice soft but firm.
She obeyed him right away. She shifted her weight and spread her legs apart.
He aimed the can at her inner thigh. He sprayed a long, thick line of cream down the inside of her left thigh. It went from the very top, where her leg met her hip, all the way down to her knee. Her skin there was incredibly soft and pale. He put his mouth to her skin. His tongue followed the path of the cream. It was a slow, torturous journey. He licked every bit off. He repeated it on her right thigh. This time, his licking was even slower. More sensual. Each lick brought his mouth closer to her center.
IU was panting now. Her head was thrown back. Her hands were braced on the table behind her for support. Her hips were making tiny, involuntary circles. She was desperate for his touch.
Finally, he reached her pussy. She was already wet. Her pink folds were swollen and glistening with her own arousal. He coated her with the cream. He sprayed it directly onto her clit. Then he sprayed it along her slick labia. The cold sensation made her gasp. Her hips bucked forward.
"Kim!" she cried out.
He didn't say anything. He just used his tongue.
He dove in.
He started by licking the cream from her outer lips. He used broad, flat strokes. Then he focused on her clit. It was a hard, creamy pearl now. He sucked it into his mouth. He flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. IU screamed. Her back arched off the table. He fucked her with his tongue. He plunged it deep into her wet heat. He tasted the mixture of sweet vanilla and her own unique flavor. He was relentless. His mouth was a wet, hot engine of pleasure. He was driving her higher and higher.
He pulled back for a second. He grabbed the can.
"Turn around," he rasped.
She was breathless and trembling. She turned around. She bent over the table. She presented her perfect, round ass to him.
He sprayed a generous web of cream over both of her pale cheeks. He leaned in and began to lick it off. His tongue traced the curve of each cheek. He dipped his tongue into the cleft between them. He spread her cheeks apart. He sprayed a tiny, cold burst of cream right on her tight asshole. She jolted violently. He licked there too. It was a slow, circling, probing touch. She cried out in shocked pleasure.
It was too much for her. The overload of sensation was incredible. His mouth on her pussy. His tongue on her ass. The sweet cream. His skilled, hungry devotion. It sent her over the edge.
Her first orgasm ripped through her. It was violent.
"AH! AJHUSSI! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked.
Her body convulsed. Her juices gushed against his face.
But Kim wasn't finished. He held her hips. He kept her in place as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
She dropped down from the kitchen counter her body sweaty adn flushed and also covered with his saliva, She laughed in a daze feeling her pussy twitching in pleasure.
“Ajhussi, If you continue fucking me like this. How am I going to be in a relationship? All those men cannot satisfy, and for the rest of my life I would have to fuck you only.” The usual IU sarcasm was back as she somehow walked and slumped down on her sofa. Her favorite thing to do other than singing was slumping on this sofa and doing nothing the whole day, and now his cock was replacing this hobby of hers.
Kim sat near her and played with her small dainty hands as she talked about her concert and how those fans were peeking at her cleavage during the performances. Kim looked at the woman rambling on and on about her concert and the sheer naked sexiness on the sofa; he wanted to fuck her right then and there.
IU looked at the old man and thought of another idea as a sly smile formed on her lips.
IU slumped onto her sofa, her body feeling loose and used. A smirk played on her lips as she looked at Kim.
"Ahjussi," she said, her voice laced with her usual sarcastic tone. "If you keep fucking me like that, how am I ever going to be in a relationship? You're ruining me for other men. They'll all seem like boys. I'll have to come to you for the rest of my life just to feel satisfied." She let out a dramatic sigh, sinking deeper into the cushions.
Kim just smiled and sat down next to her. He took one of her small, dainty hands in his, playing with her fingers. She started rambling, telling him about her concert. She talked about the setlist, the crowd's energy, and then, with a roll of her eyes, she mentioned the fans.
"Some of them, their eyes were glued to my chest the whole time," she said, shaking her head. "During the high notes, all they see is cleavage."
Kim listened, but his eyes weren't on her face. They roamed over her body. She was still mostly naked, just a thin robe hanging open. She was sprawled on the sofa in a way that was pure, lazy sexiness. He felt a familiar heat building in his gut. He wanted to push her back into the cushions and fuck her right there.
IU saw the look in his eyes. She knew that look. A new, sly idea popped into her head. A slow, cunning smile spread across her lips.
"You know," she said, her voice dropping to a purr. "You must be tired. All that work you put in." She stood up, letting her robe fall completely open. "Let me take care of you for a change."
She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a large bottle of clear massage oil. She held it up, the liquid sloshing inside.
"Lie down," she commanded, pointing to the large, low coffee table. It was solid and sturdy. "On your stomach. And take everything off."
Kim raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. He stood up, stripped off his clothes, and lay face down on the hard wooden surface. His body was tense, his muscles defined.
IU warmed the oil between her palms. She started at his shoulders. Her small, strong hands kneaded the tight muscles at the base of his neck. She worked in slow, firm circles, her thumbs digging into the knots. She poured more oil, making his skin gleam under the soft light. She worked her way down his broad back, her hands sliding over his spine, her palms pressing deep into the muscles on either side.
She was thorough. She massaged his lower back, the tops of his buttocks. She moved down to his powerful legs. She kneaded his thighs, his calves, even the soles of his feet. But her true target was always close.
Every time her hands slid near his ass, or her fingers grazed the inside of his thigh, his cock, which was hanging beneath him, would twitch. It was an involuntary jerk, a little jump against the cool wood of the table.
She saw it. A wicked little smile touched her lips. This was the whole point.
When she had finished his back side, she told him to turn over. "My turn for the front," she said, her voice innocent.
He turned onto his back. His cock lay thick and semi-hard against his stomach. IU ignored it at first. She started again at his shoulders and chest. She rubbed the oil into his pectorals, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She massaged his arms, his hands, his stomach. But her eyes kept flicking down.
She moved to his legs again. She massaged his thighs, her hands starting high up, very close to his groin. Each time her fingers brushed the sensitive skin where his leg met his torso, his cock would twitch again, harder this time. It began to swell, thickening and rising from his stomach.
Finally, she looked right at it. She poured a generous amount of the slick, warm oil directly into her palm. Then, she reached down and took his cock in her hand.
He let out a sharp hiss of air. Her hand was slippery and firm. She didn't just jerk him off. She massaged it. She used long, slow strokes from the base all the way to the tip, spreading the oil. Her thumb would swirl around the head, smearing the drop of precum that had already formed. She would squeeze the base gently, then slide her grip up, making the skin glide smoothly.
She watched his face. His jaw was tight, his eyes closed. She could feel his whole body tensing. She could feel his cock pulsing in her hand, getting harder and thicker with every stroke. He was getting close.
But that wasn't part of her plan.
Just when she felt his hips start to buck and his breathing became ragged, she stopped. Completely. She took her hand away.
He groaned in frustration, his cock standing straight up, slick and shiny with oil, throbbing with need.
IU just smiled. She climbed onto the table. She swung one leg over his hips, then the other, straddling him. But she didn't let him inside. She positioned herself so his hard, oily cock was pressed against her lower lips, against her wet opening, but not entering.
Then she started to move. She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding her pussy up and down the length of his shaft. The sensation was maddening for him. He could feel her heat and wetness, but she denied him entry.
She leaned forward, her small breasts hovering near his face. Her own breathing was getting heavier.
"You like this, Ahjussi?" she whispered, her voice husky. "You want to be inside this tight little pussy that all those fans dream about? This pussy that's getting so wet just from rubbing on your cock?"
She kept rocking, grinding against him, coating his length with her own juices, mixing with the oil. She was teasing him, torturing him, and loving every second of the power she had over him. He was completely at her mercy, and she wasn't ready to be merciful just yet.
IU kept rocking her hips, sliding her wet pussy up and down his oily cock. The teasing was driving him insane. He could feel her heat but couldn't push inside. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Please, Ji Eun," he begged, his voice rough.
She just smiled down at him, her eyes dark with power. "You want to be inside me, Ahjussi?"
"Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes."
"Then take me," she whispered.
That was all the permission he needed. In one swift motion, he thrust his hips upward, forcing his thick cock deep inside her in a single, powerful stroke.
IU cried out, a sharp, loud gasp tearing from her throat. Her head snapped back. Her back arched. Her eyes widened in shock and pleasure. He was so big, and he filled her completely.
For a moment, she just sat there, impaled, feeling him throbbing inside her. Then she started to move.
She placed her hands on his chest for balance. She lifted her hips slowly, almost letting his cock slip out, then slammed back down, taking him all the way in again. A deep, guttural moan escaped her lips.
"That's it," Kim grunted, his hands still tight on her waist. "Ride me, you sexy bitch."
She began to move faster. She established a rhythm, bouncing up and down on his cock. Each time she came down, his pelvis slammed against her ass with a wet, slapping sound. The massage oil made everything slippery. Her body slid against his. His hands slipped on her oily skin.
The sensation was incredible for both of them. For her, each downward thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. He was hitting a spot deep inside her that made her see stars. Her moans came with every breath, loud and unrestrained.
"Ah! Ah! Ahjussi! It's so deep!" she chanted, her voice shaking.
For him, the feeling of her tight, wet pussy clenching around his oily cock was unbelievable. The oil made everything smoother, hotter. He could watch her body move, her small breasts bouncing, her face contorted in ecstasy.
He couldn't just lie there. He started meeting her thrusts. As she came down, he drove his hips up, burying himself even deeper inside her. The force of their movements made the sturdy coffee table creak.
"Yes! Fuck me harder!" IU screamed, her nails digging into his chest.
He grabbed her waist tighter, his grip firm in the slick oil. He took control, pounding up into her from below. He was fucking her now as much as she was riding him. Their bodies were a sweaty, oily, slapping mess.
The room was filled with the sounds of their sex. Her high-pitched moans and cries. His low, animalistic grunts. The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding. The slick, squelching noise of his cock moving in and out of her oiled pussy.
IU's movements became more frantic, less controlled. She was close. Her inner muscles began to flutter around his shaft.
"I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, her body starting to tremble.
With a final, screaming orgasm, IU's body seized up. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in a series of violent spasms. Her juices gushed out around him, mixing with the massage oil.
He felt her pussy clench and spasm around his cock as she came. Her whole body shook and she screamed, collapsing forward onto his chest. Her skin was slick with sweat and oil. He was so close to cumming himself, the feeling was intense. But he held back. He gritted his teeth and fought the urge. He wasn't done with her yet.
As her orgasm subsided, she lay on top of him, panting and twitching. Her body was limp. He gently lifted her off his still-hard cock and laid her on her back on the wooden table. She was dazed, her eyes glazed over.
He got off the table and stood on the floor between her legs. He pushed her thighs apart, spreading her wide open. Her well-used pussy was swollen and glistening, a mix of her juices and the oil. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed back inside with one smooth, deep thrust.
IU gasped, her body jolting. A fresh wave of moans started as he began to move. He set a steady, deep rhythm, fucking her from above. His hips slapped against her thighs.
He reached for the bottle of massage oil. He poured a generous amount directly onto her stomach. The clear liquid pooled in her navel and ran in rivulets down her sides. He poured more onto her small, perky breasts, coating them completely until they shone under the light.
He placed his hands on her. His slick fingers kneaded her oily breasts, squeezing and pinching her hard nipples. He rubbed her stomach and abs, his hands sliding easily over her skin. He was massaging her tits and fucking her at the same time.
"Look at you," he grunted, his thrusts never slowing. "You look like a complete slut. A famous idol, covered in oil, getting fucked on a table. Your perfect little tits are all shiny for me."
IU's hands came up, trying to grab his arms for stability. But her hands were oily too, and they just slipped off his slick skin. She had nothing to hold onto.
"You take my cock so well," he said, his voice low and rough. "You were made for this. To be my little fucktoy."
He moved one hand from her breast and wrapped it around her throat. He didn't squeeze hard, just enough for her to feel the pressure. He used it to hold her still as he drove into her with deeper, more powerful strokes.
He leaned over her, his face close to hers. He slowed his hips almost to a stop, his cock buried deep inside her.
"How does that feel?" he asked, his voice a whisper.
IU opened her mouth to answer, her brain foggy with pleasure. "It feels... ah!"
Before she could finish, he slammed into her again, a single, hard thrust that stole her words and replaced them with a sharp cry.
"I said, how does it feel?" he asked again, his tone demanding.
"It feels... so good... Ahjussi, please..." she managed to moan out between his thrusts.
"Please what?" he asked, fucking her with another deep, deliberate stroke.
"Please... don't stop... fuck me harder!" she begged, her voice breaking.
He gave her what she wanted. He started fucking her hard and fast again. His hips were a piston, pounding into her. The table shook with the force. Her oily body slid back and forth with each impact.
She started rocking her own hips, meeting his thrusts, trying to get him even deeper. She was completely lost in it now, all pride gone.
"Faster!" she screamed, her nails scratching uselessly at the oily wood of the table. "Oh god, faster!"
He grinned down at her, a predator with his prey. He increased his pace, slamming into her over and over, the wet, slapping sounds echoing in the room. He was driving her toward another climax, and this time, he planned to join her.
He looked at the Idol who had her eyes closed and enjoying his cock to her brim. She felt his cock going even deeper as his hips dug inside her. She didn’t even know how things had come to this, She The IU was being fucked on the table by an old man and she was absolutely loving it.
Her thighs went around his hips locking him inside her so that more of that thick cock could go deep inside her and that was what exactly he did, The thick cock going even deeper hitting even deeper parts and she could not hold on anymore as she threw her head back and screamed in pleasure as another orgasm hit her like a hurricane.
She should keep in mind to take in supplements to strengthen her body because the way she was leaking after fucking Kim was now concerning, She had been cumming or squirting from his cock everytime they were alone with each other. They have been fucking like rabbits and her body was craving more and more of hid cock isnide her.
She held on to his neck and kissed his neck and head making sure that the Old man felt her love. The most amusing part was that the old man was yet to cum.
She felt herself being flipped over and now on all fours as she opened her eyes, IU could feel his strong hands gripping her waist and that thick cock once again entering her and she braced for the impact and it came and her hands almost gave out as he slammed inside her once again as she threw her head back in pleasure once again.
She looked at the view outside of the Han river and soon it started getting distorted as the only thing she was able to concentrate was the thick length going inside her pussy.
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees on the table. The wood was hard and cool against her knees and palms. IU opened her eyes, her vision blurry from pleasure. She felt his strong hands grip her waist. His hold was firm, almost rough. Then she felt the thick, familiar head of his cock press against her wet opening.
She braced herself. She knew what was coming.
He slammed into her. It was one hard, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt inside her. The force of it made her arms buckle. Her elbows almost gave out. A sharp, guttural cry was torn from her throat. Her head flew back.
"FUCK!" she screamed.
Now he started to move. He set a brutal, steady pace. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, until just the head was inside her, and then he drove it back in, hard and deep. Each thrust made her whole body jolt forward.
She looked down at herself. She could see the curve of her own back, glistening with a light sweat. And she could see her ass, her pale, round cheeks, bouncing and jiggling with every impact. She watched, mesmerized, as his body met hers. She saw his hips, powerful and relentless, slamming against her flesh. Each time they connected, the sound was a sharp, wet slap that echoed in the quiet room.
And there was another sound. A wet, sucking, squelching noise. It was the sound of her own soaked pussy. It was the sound of his thick cock pistoning in and out of her, covered in their mixed juices. The sound was filthy and loud. Schlick. Slap. Schlick. Slap.
"Ah! Ah! Ahjussi!" she moaned, her voice rising and falling with his rhythm. She was reduced to animal sounds. Her clever words, her sarcasm, it was all gone. There was only this feeling, this pounding.
He fucked her harder, faster. The table creaked under their weight and movement. Her moans turned into continuous, high-pitched whines. She could feel the pressure building deep inside her belly again. It was coiling tighter and tighter, a spring about to snap.
"I'm... I'm gonna...!" she tried to warn him, but her words were just gasps.
He didn't slow down. He gripped her waist tighter, his fingers digging into her soft skin. His thrusts became even more powerful, more focused. He was hammering against that spot deep inside her, the one that made her see stars.
That was it. The spring broke.
A raw, shattered scream ripped from her lungs. "AAAAHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!"
Her whole body seized up. Her back arched violently. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in a series of violent, rhythmic spasms. She shook and trembled, completely out of control. Her arms gave out completely and she collapsed flat onto the table, her face pressed against the cool wood.
The moment she collapsed, he gave one final, massive thrust, burying himself as deep as he could go inside her trembling, clenching body. He let out a low, guttural groan and held himself there.
Then his weight came down on top of her. He fell onto her back, his heavy, sweating body completely covering hers, pinning her to the table. She was still twitching and shuddering beneath him, little aftershocks of her climax rolling through her. She felt utterly crushed, utterly filled, and utterly destroyed. The only sounds were their ragged, gasping breaths and the wet, sticky sound of their bodies joined together.
He didn't pull out. He stayed inside her, his cock still hard and deep. He put his hands under her arms. He lifted her up from the table. Her body was limp and covered in oil. She was a dead weight. He held her against his chest, her back to his front. Her legs dangled. He hooked his arms under her knees, spreading her legs open. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder.
He started to walk.
With each step, his cock moved inside her. It was a slow, deep movement. She was still so sensitive from her orgasm. Every little shift made her whimper. Her arms hung loose at her sides. She had no strength.
He walked out of the kitchen. He carried her through the living room. His cock was buried in her pussy the whole time. He was fucking her slowly just by walking. Her wetness dripped down his thighs and onto the floor.
He walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window. The view of the Han River was right there. The city was bright in the morning sun. Anyone with a powerful telescope could see them. He didn't care.
When he reached the window, he turned her around. He pressed her back against the cold, hard glass. The shock of the cold surface on her hot, oily skin made her gasp. Her eyes flew open.
He held her up against the window with one arm wrapped around her back. Her feet didn't touch the floor. She was completely suspended. Her arms and legs wrapped around him instinctively, holding on for dear life.
Then he started to fuck her for real.
He began to move his hips. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and then slammed it back in. The force of the thrusts pushed her body against the glass. Her back slid up and down the smooth surface. Her ass made a soft, wet smack against the window with every thrust.
He set a hard, fast rhythm. His cock pistoned in and out of her. The wet, squelching sound was loud in the quiet room. Her moans were constant now, a high-pitched stream of sound.
"Ah! Ah! Ahjussi! Oh god!" she cried out.
He leaned in, his face close to her neck. His mouth found her breast. He sucked one of her hard, oily nipples into his mouth. He licked and nibbled on it. His teeth scraped the sensitive peak. The dual sensation of his mouth on her breast and his cock pounding her pussy was too much.
Her hands scrambled against the glass behind her. She was trying to find something to hold onto, but there was nothing. Her fingers left oily streaks on the clean window. Her body was shaking. Her legs tightened around his waist.
He switched to her other breast. He gave it the same rough, wet attention. He sucked her nipple hard, his tongue flicking rapidly.
"You're so fucking tight," he grunted against her skin, his breath hot. "You're milking my cock, you little slut."
He fucked her harder. The window vibrated slightly with their movements. Her head was thrashing from side to side. She was so close to the edge again. The pressure was building fast.
"I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum again!"
He lifted his head from her breast. He looked into her eyes. His own face was a mask of intense concentration and lust.
"Cum with me, Ji Eun," he growled. "Now."
He drove into her with a final, furious burst of speed. His thrusts were deep and relentless. He was hitting her very core.
That was all it took.
IU's body exploded. A raw, shattered scream was torn from her lungs. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in a series of violent, convulsing spasms. Her juices gushed out, soaking them both.
Feeling her tight, fluttering walls milking him, Kim let go. With a guttural roar, he buried his cock as deep as it would go and came. Hot, thick pulses of his cum shot deep inside her, filling her up. He held her tightly against the window, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into her.
He stayed there, holding her up, both of them panting and trembling. His cock was still inside her, pulsing weakly. IU wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. She was sobbing and shaking, her whole body twitching from the intensity of her climax. She clung to him, her face hidden, as the last waves of her orgasm slowly subsided.
After a few minutes, he carefully pulled out. A stream of their mixed fluids dripped down her leg onto the floor. He carried her, still clinging to him, over to the large sofa. He sat down, and she stayed wrapped around him. Her legs were still locked around his hips. Her breasts were pressed flat against his chest. Her face was still buried in his neck.
She was still twitching and shivering, little aftershocks running through her body. He held her close, one hand stroking her oily, sweaty back. They sat there in silence for a long time, him sitting on the sofa, her wrapped around him like a vine, both of them coming down from the incredible high.
Slowly, the intense shudders running through IU's body began to calm. The harsh, ragged sound of their breathing softened, filling the quiet room. For a long time, she just stayed wrapped around him on the sofa, her face buried in his neck, her limbs locked around his body like he was the only solid thing in the world.
Then, without warning, her whole body went limp. Her legs unlocked from his waist and her arms slipped from his neck. She slid off his lap and landed in a heap on the sofa cushions beside him. A low, breathless laugh bubbled up from her chest. It was a pure, unguarded sound of exhausted joy.
She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, a wide, dazed smile on her face. Her body was a glorious mess. A fine sheen of sweat and the remnants of massage oil made her skin gleam in the morning light. Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly. Her stomach was slick. Between her legs was a soaked, swollen mess.
"Ahjussi," she breathed out, her voice hoarse. "What the hell was that?"
Kim looked down at her. The view was fucking incredible. Her hair was a wild mess, stuck to her forehead and neck with sweat. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. Her nipples were still hard, dark peaks against her fair skin. He could see the faint red marks from his stubble on her neck and breasts. She looked completely and utterly used, and she was glowing.
"That," he said, his own voice rough, "was you getting what you asked for."
She turned her head on the cushion to look at him, her smile turning sly. "I asked for a massage. I didn't ask for you to fuck me through every room and then against my window for the whole city to see."
"You started it," he reminded her, his hand reaching out to rest on her slick stomach. "With your teasing."
She giggled, a genuine, happy sound. "Maybe. But you finished it. Several times." She shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. "I lost count of how many times I came. Seriously. After the second one, my brain just... stopped counting. It was just wave after wave. You broke my body, Ahjussi."
He smirked, his fingers tracing circles on her belly. "You seemed to enjoy it being broken."
"Fuck yes, I did," she admitted without a hint of shame. She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back like a satisfied cat, putting her entire exhausted, sexy body on display for him. "I feel like I just ran a marathon and then got hit by a truck. A very good, very sexy truck."
They sat in comfortable silence for a minute. His cock, which had softened, was resting against his thigh. He looked at her, this world-famous idol, lying naked and wrecked on his sofa, and a possessive warmth spread through his chest.
"So," he said. "What now? You have to go back to your life. Schedules, practice."
IU rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand. She looked at him, her expression turning mischievous.
"I told my manager and my family I was taking a two-day break," she said casually. "I told them I was completely drained from the tour. I said I needed to heal. No calls, no visits. I'm officially off the grid."
Kim raised an eyebrow. "Two days? And no one is going to check on the nation's sweetheart?"
"Nope," she said, popping the 'p'. "I was very convincing. I said I needed total silence and rest." A wicked grin spread across her face. "They think I'm meditating and drinking herbal tea."
He laughed. "And how are you planning on 'healing' for these two days?"
In response, IU shifted her position. She swung her legs around, lifting one foot. She placed her bare sole directly on his semi-hard cock. She looked him right in the eyes, her grin never fading, and started to rub her foot slowly up and down his length. Her toes curled around the head, applying a gentle, teasing pressure.
She felt him twitch and begin to harden immediately under her foot.
"I'm healing," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, "by having a lot of your cock inside me."
He groaned, his eyes darkening with renewed desire. He reached out and grabbed her ankle, his grip firm. "Is that right?"
"That's the prescription," she said, nodding seriously, though her eyes sparkled with playfulness. "A heavy, constant dose of you. For the next forty-eight hours. We're not leaving this apartment. We're going to fuck in every room. On every surface. We're going to order food and eat it naked. We're going to sleep for an hour and then wake up and fuck again."
She increased the pressure of her foot, stroking him more firmly. "What do you say, Ahjussi? Think you can keep up with my... recovery plan?"
Kim looked at the beautiful, demanding woman in front of him. He saw the challenge in her eyes. He saw the sexy, sweaty body that was already offering itself to him again. He thought about two days with no one else in the world but them.
He tightened his grip on her ankle and pulled her towards him, making her yelp with surprise and laughter.
"I say," he growled, rolling on top of her and pinning her to the sofa cushions, "that your healing starts right now."
i would say yes, absolutely. he’s dramatic & likes to have fun, especially if his partner would be into it. he’d even do costumes. these are the big 3 i’ve imagined him to do:
the stereotypical cop role play, dressing as an officer (i hate cops but please imagine for just a second how good he’d look), handcuffs, the baton, maybe even a lightweight taser. i have an existing headcanon that he will use sexual acts in his interrogations, so he would def make it more fun & enticing for the role play.
he’d probably be into the whole priest thing, like “forgive me father for i have sinned”. i’ll let your brain run wild with that one (he’d make it so hot, i just know it).
the more… unconventional side of role playing such as kidnapping or horror scene chases (there would be the discussion of boundaries of course but that’s already always implied when i talk/write that kind of stuff). like, he would play a horror villain or serial killer that is pretending to want to harm/kill you, using fear play & stuff (he’s also a yandere-adjacent character to me anyway so that adds onto it).
to me, he strikes me as a “i’ll try anything once” kind of guy, then if it sticks, it sticks. anything could be suggested to him & if he hasn’t done it yet, or if he truly does not sound interested, he’ll test it out & go from there, basically.
i do make my dazai a little bit too into cnc so… there’s also that to think about…
I don't think people utilize enough gege-ism in snowapplemc, even in smut. I think Zayne does get off on the high of being the responsible oldest of the trio. One time MC and Caleb cum together and shout gege, Zayne creamed immediately. He'd let the two have half of their bodies on top of him so they can cuddle each other too, humming satisfied when the two also nuzzle into his chest.
Been getting into The Walten Files' lore recently, and what if I wrote several Rosemary x M!Reader pieces? What if I did that for no big reason in particular outside of thirst? What if I?
I never really say anything on tumblr but your smut talk gets me so wet and im not even into girls.. but oh my god i want you to dominate me so bad i wanna rub our pussies together so bad im screaming the lower half of my body is pulsating right now and I havent even touched myself i want your tits in my face while you bump purses with me this is so embarrassing 🫣 i want to make the loudest wet sloppy squelch sounds with our pussies together i it to be dripppinggg wowww i cant believe i just typed this out LOL yolo
i’ll show you that sex with girls is just as good as cock. maybe even better. fuckkk this turns me on so much. would love nothing more than to grind our pussies together just like this
