ok so i know this is clearly an aggressive yaki au but it doesnt have to be this was just the direction i started to go in. This is something I found in my docs and I’d like to share the concept with everyone. Yes, this is enemies to lovers. Anytime you see a separation between paragraphs this is POV shifting from you to Kyk. My inbox is OPEN, if anyone has requests.
“Congratulations, you made the team”
You’ll never forget the day you made it to what you consider the dream team, all your hard work paying off in the end. The day you opened up the letter signed to you announcing the news you had been waiting for. The sense of accomplishment flooded through you, pleased with yourself for once. All your friends and family deemed you lucky and were proud of you. You made a promise to yourself to not get distracted along the way. The sound of the fan running in your studio apartment, just arriving back from checking the mail. Your eyes lit up upon the sight of seeing the application addressed to you, as much as you wanted to scream you held composure. That whole night you could hardly sleep knowing what the future held for you, time passed slowly than within an instant you were starting your very first game on the team.
The air in the locker room felt hot and sticky, shouting could be heard from outside as you laced up your shoes for your first game. You were a freshman on the college volleyball team, another new face and considered a pester for your older teammates. You checked yourself out in the mirror before stumbling out onto the gym nervously, you felt like a baby giraffe using its legs for the first time. “Get it together…” You told yourself. Your talents were undeniable and you deserved your spot on the team, regardless of the anxious thoughts that ran through your mind. A deep breath filled your lungs and left in a moment's release, hands slightly shaky and clammy. People lined the rows, eagerly awaiting the game to start while everybody cheered for their favorite players and teams. Standing up straight for a sense of false confidence, you stood in your position ready. You could feel one pair of eyes in particular latching onto you, who? No other than your team captain, of course. Kim Yeon-Koung, one of the best volleyball players in the world was staring directly into your soul as if already displeased with you. Her eyes were piercing like a hawk and her eyebrows furrowed together as she had only one goal in mind, winning.
Yaki moved with grace across the gym, seemingly every time the ball came her way she could score a point. No matter who she was up against her expertise and professionalism shined through, she remained a true force to be reckoned with. You always admired how she made it look so easy, nearly effortless when it came to doing what she loved. As the game continued on, the focused look she had only left her face when it was time to celebrate. Her charming smile could switch off to an intimidating death stare towards the opposing team within an instant, that was the competitive nature about her. She was magnetic to you even if you knew it was wrong, you didn’t want to be right. She was so attractive it was easy to look past her defensive and stern demeanor. There has been a time too many when Yaki had gotten onto you, whether it was for hitting the ball in the wrong direction or simply not playing exactly how she wanted you to. When it had become game time she turned ruthless, at times she even hurt you and your other teammate’s feelings.
Regardless… She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Hit the ball, idiot!”
Somehow you managed to lose your train of thought midgame, the ball flew right by you and hit the floor allowing your opponents to gain a point. Yaki threw her hands up in the air, muttering curse words under her breath. Nothing made her angrier than when we royally screwed up, especially a mistake made by a younger teammate. Her attitude could shift from sweet to seeing red within an instant. You cuffed your face with your hands, wiping off some sweat. Pure humiliation and shame sent a shock through your body, knocking you back down to Earth once again. You wanted to run or hide, anywhere away from everyone else but you couldn’t. Yaki took a deep breath and made a “come here” motion with her hands and you knew all her wrath was about to be released upon you. You made your walk of shame towards her, keeping your posture as stiff and tall as you could in an attempt to not display your guilt.
“Are you kidding me? I’m not losing because of you. Get it together, Y/n.”
“Im sorry I-”
“I don’t care, that will not ever happen again.”
She scoffed and fixed her position, making sure to scrunch her face up enough to express her disdain for you. You hated that you could never defend yourself with her, as much as you knew you were in the wrong. Everyone held their places and the game continued, this time you were going to prove yourself. The winning team served the ball and this time your eyes were hyperfocused on it. One of your teammates hit the ball to the other side but the defense knocked it back over to you, this was your chance and you took it. You slammed the ball with your palm as hard as you could, your opponents scurried over to defend but they were no match. You scored a point, quickly recovering from your hiccup earlier. You threw your hands up and cheered with the team, a big smile covered Yaki’s face. Nothing made you happier than when she was proud of you. She always managed to shift your emotions, hitting every notch on the spectrum from anger to butterflies fluttering around in your tummy.
Both teams were now even and whichever team scores will be the winner. Yaki gave a quick pep talk, assuring everyone we could have this. Regardless of her rough exterior, she was an amazing coach and you knew that. You respected her even though you knew she saw you as an ant. Every time she switched from being angry to happy with you it tugged at your heartstrings, leaving you absolutely hopeless. You doubted she even acknowledged your existence sometimes but the high was enough to keep you confident for the remainder of the game. Your team served the ball and thus came the usual back and forth of the two teams. This one was tough since everyone was fighting for a win, footsteps squeaked across the floor as everyone shouted at each other. Sure enough, Yaki hit the ball and made it land smack across the floor. The team huddled together to give everyone a joyous embrace, Yakis hand graced your back before pulling away. Being within her presence never lasted long enough.
You hunched over on a cold metal bench, sweat running down your back and neck. The stench of gungy knee pads and sopping uniforms filled the air. Bodysprays and deodorant attempted to mask the hazardous scent. Your gaze stayed on the worn blue tiles along the locker room floor. The scuffle and rummaging of tennis shoes and lockers flinging open, cheering and laughter layered over. You grabbed a soft cotton towel and headed to the showers, a curtain covered the cubicles. You whipped the curtain open impatiently and began taking your clothes off, hanging them over the steel rod above you. Soapy suds and a thick lather coated your body, a holy cleanse after the intense game you endured. Hot water hit your back as your mind recalled Yaki lecturing you, the way her eyes seemingly filled with hatred and resentment. Though the game was won, your mind ate at your flaws and faults.
Never good enough.
You turned the faucet off and began to dry off, wrapping a separate towel in your hair. You felt clean and fresh, ready to go home and pass out. Upon leaving, you saw the girls all huddled around Yaki as she rambled. Laughter and giggles from everyone eating up one of her elaborate storytimes, admittedly she was funny. Looks and a good sense of humor, she had everything. You picked up your duffel bag and let it slouch over your shoulder before heading towards the door. It was obvious how a few girls just wanted brownie points with the captain, some kept their distance because they couldn’t stand her. At the moment you weren’t sure where you and Yaki stood until she called your name out just before you could leave. She stood up and cut her storytime short, feet scuffling over towards you. She cleaned up well as you could smell her musky perfume lingering from her body as she moved closer.
“Let’s talk.”
She pulled you out for some privacy, her hand resting on your shoulder.
You nodded your head in obedience, ready for whatever criticism she was about to give you.
“How did you not see it coming? I’ve never seen you freeze up like that before.”
Her hands cupped the air in frustration, the concept of it being your first game and never playing in front of that many people never occurred in her mind. Even though you knew, who was really distracting you at the moment. You paused, your eyes pointed at the ground as you tried to come up with an excuse. You felt the heat of Yaki’s intimidating glare on you, looking you up and down in pity.
“I made a mistake, there is no excuse for it and I’ll admit that. It won’t happen again but stop acting as you weren’t in my position before.”
“Because I wasn’t, I was much better than you at your age.”
She cocked a sly grin and tilted her head, she thought herself hilarious and cute. However, you found nothing funny about the situation. Your mind raced with a hundred scenarios where Yaki could have passed the ball to a better spot or times when she let her close friends off the hook when they messed up yet got onto you for the slightest mistake. Your eyes wanted to jolt all the way to the back of your brain but you didn’t wanna come off too rude to your senior. You smacked your teeth together and said nothing, the both of you making eye contact. The air grew quiet and tense as she knew you weren’t saying how you truly felt. Either way, she felt as though it was the perfect time to listen to the sound of her voice yet again.
“Practice tomorrow morning, eight o clock. Be there, your career depends on it.”
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Yaki switched into a shirt and shorts to assess her daily wine down, It had been a long day after all. Every day is a long day for an athlete, the body was in good shape but the mind remained heavy sometimes. She lives alone, on the days she isn’t busy she is usually staying out of the public eye. Her notoriety had sparked in recent years especially despite being well known for a long time now. Yaki, let out a big yawn before collapsing in bed and turning on something to watch, presumably her usual drama. The apartment was quiet but tidy and kept. For the most part, she was content with living alone but it does get lonely. The difference between going from loud cheering crowds to silence is hard to adjust to. Every night she did a quick rundown on what the teammates need to improve, at the end of the list was you. There was never a moment where Yaki doubted your talent, it was your focus that came into question.
What is that girl always thinking about?
Yaki sighed after closing her laptop. Silence, darkness then came the tossing and turning. Reaching over to the other side of the end table she grabbed her phone and opened up her socials, scrolling to see if anyone has posted anything new. She paused and clicked her tongue, feeling nosey enough to search up your name. You both followed each other but never interacted much, things were always friendly if they weren’t tense. Admittedly, she knew you were the easiest to get a reaction out of. The way you pulled yourself away from her was noticeable, whether you meant to or not.
Ok so i know this is clearly an aggressive yaki au but it doesnt have to be this was just the direction i started to go in. This is something I found in my docs and I’d like to share the concept with everyone. Yes, this is enemies to lovers. Anytime you see a separation in between paragraphs, this is pov switching from reader TO Yaki. My requests are OPEN, feel free to submit anything.
“Congratulations, you made the team”
You’ll never forget the day you made it to what you consider the dream team, all your hard work paying off in the end. The day you opened up the letter signed to you announcing the news you had been waiting for. The sense of accomplishment flooded through you, pleased with yourself for once. All your friends and family deemed you lucky and were proud of you. You made a promise to yourself to not get distracted along the way. The sound of the fan running in your studio apartment, just arriving back from checking the mail. Your eyes lit up upon the sight of seeing the application addressed to you, as much as you wanted to scream you held composure. That whole night you could hardly sleep knowing what the future held for you, time passed slowly than within an instant you were starting your very first game on the team.
Yaki moved with grace across the gym, seemingly every time the ball came her way she could score a point. No matter who she was up against her expertise and professionalism shined through, she remained a true force to be reckoned with. You always admired how she made it look so easy, nearly effortless when it came to doing what she loved. As the game continued on, the focused look she had only left her face when it was time to celebrate. Her charming smile could switch off to an intimidating death stare towards the opposing team within an instant, that was the competitive nature about her. She was magnetic to you even if you knew it was wrong, you didn’t want to be right. She was so attractive it was easy to look past her defensive and stern demeanor. There has been a time too many when Yaki had gotten onto you, whether it was for hitting the ball in the wrong direction or simply not playing exactly how she wanted you to. When it had become game time she turned ruthless, at times she even hurt you and your other teammate’s feelings.
Regardless… She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Hit the ball, idiot!”
Somehow you managed to lose your train of thought midgame, the ball flew right by you and hit the floor allowing your opponents to gain a point. Yaki threw her hands up in the air, muttering curse words under her breath. Nothing made her angrier than when we royally screwed up, especially a mistake made by a younger teammate. Her attitude could shift from sweet to seeing red within an instant. You cuffed your face with your hands, wiping off some sweat. Pure humiliation and shame sent a shock through your body, knocking you back down to Earth once again. You wanted to run or hide, anywhere away from everyone else but you couldn’t. Yaki took a deep breath and made a “come here” motion with her hands and you knew all her wrath was about to be released upon you. You made your walk of shame towards her, keeping your posture as stiff and tall as you could in an attempt to not display your guilt.
“Are you kidding me? I’m not losing because of you. Get it together, Y/n.”
“Im sorry I-”
“I don’t care, that will not ever happen again.”
She scoffed and fixed her position, making sure to scrunch her face up enough to express her disdain for you. You hated that you could never defend yourself with her, as much as you knew you were in the wrong. Everyone held their places and the game continued, this time you were going to prove yourself. The winning team served the ball and this time your eyes were hyperfocused on it. One of your teammates hit the ball to the other side but the defense knocked it back over to you, this was your chance and you took it. You slammed the ball with your palm as hard as you could, your opponents scurried over to defend but they were no match. You scored a point, quickly recovering from your hiccup earlier. You threw your hands up and cheered with the team, a big smile covered Yaki’s face. Nothing made you happier than when she was proud of you. She always managed to shift your emotions, hitting every notch on the spectrum from anger to butterflies fluttering around in your tummy.
Both teams were now even and whichever team scores will be the winner. Yaki gave a quick pep talk, assuring everyone we could have this. Regardless of her rough exterior, she was an amazing coach and you knew that. You respected her even though you knew she saw you as an ant. Every time she switched from being angry to happy with you it tugged at your heartstrings, leaving you absolutely hopeless. You doubted she even acknowledged your existence sometimes but the high was enough to keep you confident for the remainder of the game. Your team served the ball and thus came the usual back and forth of the two teams. This one was tough since everyone was fighting for a win, footsteps squeaked across the floor as everyone shouted at each other. Sure enough, Yaki hit the ball and made it land smack across the floor. The team huddled together to give everyone a joyous embrace, Yakis hand graced your back before pulling away. Being within her presence never lasted long enough.
You hunched over on a cold metal bench, sweat running down your back and neck. The stench of gungy knee pads and sopping uniforms filled the air. Bodysprays and deodorant attempted to mask the hazardous scent. Your gaze stayed on the worn blue tiles along the locker room floor. The scuffle and rummaging of tennis shoes and lockers flinging open, cheering and laughter layered over. You grabbed a soft cotton towel and headed to the showers, a curtain covered the cubicles. You whipped the curtain open impatiently and began taking your clothes off, hanging them over the steel rod above you. Soapy suds and a thick lather coated your body, a holy cleanse after the intense game you endured. Hot water hit your back as your mind recalled Yaki lecturing you, the way her eyes seemingly filled with hatred and resentment. Though the game was won, your mind ate at your flaws and faults.
Never good enough.
You turned the faucet off and began to dry off, wrapping a separate towel in your hair. You felt clean and fresh, ready to go home and pass out. Upon leaving, you saw the girls all huddled around Yaki as she rambled. Laughter and giggles from everyone eating up one of her elaborate storytimes, admittedly she was funny. Looks and a good sense of humor, she had everything. You picked up your duffel bag and let it slouch over your shoulder before heading towards the door. It was obvious how a few girls just wanted brownie points with the captain, some kept their distance because they couldn’t stand her. At the moment you weren’t sure where you and Yaki stood until she called your name out just before you could leave. She stood up and cut her storytime short, feet scuffling over towards you. She cleaned up well as you could smell her musky perfume lingering from her body as she moved closer.
“Let’s talk.”
She pulled you out for some privacy, her hand resting on your shoulder.
You nodded your head in obedience, ready for whatever criticism she was about to give you.
“How did you not see it coming? I’ve never seen you freeze up like that before.”
Her hands cupped the air in frustration, the concept of it being your first game and never playing in front of that many people never occurred in her mind. Even though you knew, who was really distracting you at the moment. You paused, your eyes pointed at the ground as you tried to come up with an excuse. You felt the heat of Yaki’s intimidating glare on you, looking you up and down in pity.
“I made a mistake, there is no excuse for it and I’ll admit that. It won’t happen again but stop acting as you weren’t in my position before.”
“Because I wasn’t, I was much better than you at your age.”
She cocked a sly grin and tilted her head, she thought herself hilarious and cute. However, you found nothing funny about the situation. Your mind raced with a hundred scenarios where Yaki could have passed the ball to a better spot or times when she let her close friends off the hook when they messed up yet got onto you for the slightest mistake. Your eyes wanted to jolt all the way to the back of your brain but you didn’t wanna come off too rude to your senior. You smacked your teeth together and said nothing, the both of you making eye contact. The air grew quiet and tense as she knew you weren’t saying how you truly felt. Either way, she felt as though it was the perfect time to listen to the sound of her voice yet again.
“Practice tomorrow morning, eight o clock. Be there, your career depends on it.”
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Yaki switched into a shirt and shorts to assess her daily wine down, It had been a long day after all. Every day is a long day for an athlete, the body was in good shape but the mind remained heavy sometimes. She lives alone, on the days she isn’t busy she is usually staying out of the public eye. Her notoriety had sparked in recent years especially despite being well known for a long time now. Yaki, let out a big yawn before collapsing in bed and turning on something to watch, presumably her usual drama. The apartment was quiet but tidy and kept. For the most part, she was content with living alone but it does get lonely. The difference between going from loud cheering crowds to silence is hard to adjust to. Every night she did a quick rundown on what the teammates need to improve, at the end of the list was you. There was never a moment where Yaki doubted your talent, it was your focus that came into question.
What is that girl always thinking about?
Yaki sighed after closing her laptop. Silence, darkness then came the tossing and turning. Reaching over to the other side of the end table she grabbed her phone and opened up her socials, scrolling to see if anyone has posted anything new. She paused and clicked her tongue, feeling nosey enough to search up your name. You both followed each other but never interacted much, things were always friendly if they weren’t tense. Admittedly, she knew you were the easiest to get a reaction out of. The way you pulled yourself away from her was noticeable, whether you meant to or not.
To your surprise on your way to practice you found Yaki getting onto one of the Juniors again, ruthlessly. She threw her hands up before flinging them down to hit her muscular thighs, the rage in her face could be noticed from a mile away. The way her eyebrows furrowed together and the stern tone in her voice, how her pitch carried. Over the past few months, you and Yaki grew closer. Luckily, you were one of the teammates she let slide more often than not due to your budding friendship. The scuffs of tennis shoes and muffled chatter could be heard in the gym, however, Yaki’s voice was loud enough to overpower the surrounding noises. Her hands were fluttering in the air as she spoke, showing her flamboyant display of expression. Ready for a break, she turned around to grab some water,, but then you caught her eye. The sour expression on her face quickly turned to an eccentric smile, eyes lighting up. She called your name out and threw her arms around you, the warm greeting catching you by surprise. She squeezed you tight, the hug felt like it lasted a few seconds longer than it should have. Furthermore, she relaxed her hands down to your waist, a concerned look on her face before she asked how you were feeling.
“My favorite girl! Walk with me, let's talk.”
Wrapping one of her arms around your shoulder, she jeered you over to the sideline but not before giving you a grope on your backside, as she usually does. She looked down at you, a cheeky smile forming on her face. It was fun for her to playfully tease you and to see the reaction you gave, the two of you were still getting to know each other, even though you were friends. Admittedly, sometimes she made you want to blush or break eye contact. There was a tension between the two of you, but you weren’t sure if it was you overthinking or not. She took a gulp of water before pausing for a moment to choose her words.
“So, there's a team conference tomorrow morning. You going?”
“Sure, I don't have anything to do tomorrow anyways. Where are we meeting?”
“Just the counsel room, upstairs on the left.”
The smile on her face remained friendly and sincere as she cocked her head a bit, shoulders facing towards you. Her hand slid up and down your arm from your shoulder to your elbow at a slow pace as the two of you continued small chatter. The feeling of her fingertips brushing against your skin gave you goosebumps, you could feel your heart do a little pitter-patter, and you wondered if hers did the same. The two of you agreed on a time before settling down to do your daily stretches and warm-ups. The girls all crowded in the weight room, packed like a can of sardines. The smell of rubber and steel filled the room, rolled up mats were lined up across the wall and the sounds of weights being lifted and dropped could be heard.
You did a couple sets and could already feel the sweat running down your cheek, calves feeling weak. You were fit enough to keep up, but some girls blew you away, especially the seniors. Likewise, you took a small break to catch your breath, scoping the room out, when in the corner of your eye you spotted Yaki doing some stretches. Your eyes met, and she quickly whipped her head in the other direction as a way of brushing it off that she was admiring you. You couldn't control the little smile on your face, she was too damn cute. Yaki stood up and stretched her arms out before walking towards you.
“Here, try like this.”
Yaki first fixed your arms and then softly adjusted your hips, bringing your legs out a little wider than you originally had them. You let out a sigh of relief as her method was much less strenuous on your already sore body. Yakis' kind eyes looked down at you, almost nurturing. There was something unspoken between the two of you, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Staying close to each other, she left little space between you. During your workout, you could hear her mumble and count reps under her breath as she watched and cheered you on. Once you were all finished, you chugged some water and sat on the bench. Yaki held her hands out for a cheeky high five, afterwards, wrapping the session up. By the time you were done, everyone else had left. The silence was sullen and ominous, the two of you sat down to rest for a moment. Yaki sat straight up from her slouched position, hesitant to open her mouth and say something.
“That look on your face, is something wrong?” You asked.
“No, no!” She persisted before a pause in her speech.
“I just really enjoy being with you.”
Yaki’s head turned towards you, and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. This was the closest you had been to each other, you could make out every detail on her face. She approached you slowly, with a solemn expression on her face. As her eyelids began to drop down, her lips parted a little and every care in the world slipped from your minds. At this point, the tips of your noses were almost touching each other as you felt the heat and tension build between the two of you. Suddenly, the moment was interrupted when a fellow teammate burst through the door. Both of you pulled away quickly, your eyes fixed on the floor as Yaki stood up and straightened her shirt. She cleared her voice before heading towards the door.
“Eight o clock, don't forget.” She said with a half smirk.
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As you stepped outside the meeting room, you couldn't shake the recollection of yesterday. There was no denying the chemistry that was between the two of you, and you knew that. Your anxiety towards seeing Yaki face-to-face again grew as you began to accumulate all the little hints she'd given you. In an effort to gather yourself, you inhaled deeply, filling your lungs with air. Immediately after readjusting yourself, you turned the knob to see everyone seated in rows. Yaki could be seen up front consulting with the coach, arms crossed and standing tall.
Her dark hair hit just above her chin, you noticed she cleaned up well when she wasn't in uniform. She pushed her hair back by habit, displaying her godly side profile. She paired a black undershirt with a loose, almost off-white button up. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and you could see the tattoos on her wrist. There was a confident aura surrounding her, like she was ready for whatever the day might throw at her. You placed your belongings on a chair next to you, ready to get this meeting done and over with,, but before you could sit down Yaki came up from behind you to give you a brazen embrace. A fresh, clean smell and faint perfume filled your nostrils as her hands wrapped around you, she was extra happy to see you today. She let out a curse under her breath as she released.
“I forgot something in my locker, walk with me.”
Sure, why the hell not. You thought to yourself.
Some alone time with her didn’t sound so bad anyways. Not like she asked, regardless you knew you'd tag along with her anyways.
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The locker room was empty and quiet, not a soul in sight except the two of you. By the time the two of you made it, the meeting probably already started. It didn't seem as if either of you were in a hurry to go back. Perhaps it was just going to be another boring lecture from your coach. A yawn escaped your body due to the lack of sleep you had last night, unable to stop your mind from running. The whole situation was a pity, all you desired was to pick up where you left off.
“So, what is it you forgot?”
“Actually…” She stopped and let out a small laugh.
“Actually, what?” You raised your hands to the side, confused.
“I didn't forget anything, Y/n.”
“Huh?”
A look of uncertainty fell upon your face as Yaki moved closer. She pushed you up against the wall, bringing her face closer to yours. All of a sudden, you no longer felt shy, but as if you had finally found yourself underneath her embrace. Her hands pulled you in for a soft kiss, the warm feeling of her breath, although shaky, was inviting. You felt Yaki washing over you like a wave of heat, you curled your toes as the taste of her silenced all your thoughts. You parted your mouth, and she slipped her wet tongue inside, swirling and coming back out. She gently bit down on your bottom lip, tugging it and the coming back for a fiercer kiss.
The pace picked up and the two of you impatiently removed your clothes before Yaki shoved her knee in between your thighs. You couldn't help but sway back and forth as the throbbing spot between your thighs clung to her thick leg, leaving a wet residue on her skin, the miraculous image glistening in the sunlight. Her forehead pressed against yours as she pressed her leg upwards against your force, the friction barely rubbing against your clit. She grabbed a hold of your breast with one hand and began toying with your nipples, twisting and pulling softly. Yaki started to place kisses on your neck, then made way towards your ears. Her tongue began to swirl across your earlobe, sucking and then stopping, sending chills down your back.
“I would’ve fucked you back there in the weightroom if I had the chance.” She said under her breath as both your lips clashed together.
She wrapped your legs around her waist while you were still pressed to the wall, supporting the weight of your body. Her fingers dipped in between your legs, caressing your skin as she placed succulent kisses on your neck. She sucked and pecked, being sure to leave you marked up for everyone to see. Your body became overwhelmed with bliss, her body became your safe haven. She pinned your hands down against the wall, making sure you couldn't move. You tried to wiggle against her menacing force as your hips rocked against her body.
“Please, let me feel you…” You cried out.
“No, not yet. I don't think you’re ready for me.” She said teasingly.
Her hands traced the outline of your curves, your chest pressed against hers as the both of you turned into a mess of heavy breathing and moaning. Her mouth cupped your nipple, and her wet tongue flicked and swayed. You both erupted into pure ecstasy, a pressure building in your stomach. She started to grind and rub against your lower lips, pushing you into the wall even more. Her hands gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as her fingers teased the slits of your entrance, feeling how wet you were and teasing you. Her grip loosened as she placed you back down and grabbed you by the neck, making you look up at her as you completely sank to the floor.
“You look so fucking hot on your knees like that.” Yaki said, lust in her voice.
Your hands grazed her thick thighs, dipping in between and cupping her vagina. Your fingers teased her entrance, slowly. Your kisses swept up to her thighs, across her torso, and down again. Her indescribable beauty beckoned you to worship it. As your fingers teased her clit, her breath grew heavy and thick, drowning out the silence. You parted Yaki’s folds with your tongue and gripped onto the back of her thighs.
“Good girl, just like that. Look up at me.” She spoke softly.
Your head angled upwards as you put on a show, your spit foaming on your tongue rubbing against her clit as she grunted and moaned. You felt like you could dissolve underneath her, her juices coating your tongue and running down your throat. Yaki pulled your hair out of your face to get a better look at you while you devoured her. Her chest moved steadily up and down as a moan escaped her. You flicked and sucked on her clit, doing your best to please her. You stopped and traced her abdomen with kisses, gliding upwards to her chest. You brought one of her nipples in your mouth, tongue going in circles, sucking then releasing. Yaki placed a hand on the back of your neck before pulling you in again, your lips sharing a wet kiss.
“Fuck me please, I’m begging you.” You moaned out.
Your heart and body ached for her to unleash you of this torture. Your cunt was practically screaming out for her to touch it, lick it, penetrate it. She slid her fingers in between your pussy lips up and down for a second, getting a feel for how wet you were once again. She looked down at her drenched fingers, playing with your wetness. Her hands squeezed your cheeks, pushing your head downwards and forcing you to look at the mess you were making all over her.
“Look, look at how fucking wet you are for me.”
Her fingers reached towards your mouth, her thumb playing with your lips a little. You opened your mouth and gave a gentle bite, eager for the feeling of her fingers down your throat. Your mouth welcomed her index finger as she stroked your tongue, getting you ready. Her other hand gripped your ass, the finger in your mouth slowly plunging deeper, your lips encased around it. You opened up wide for her and she stuck two fingers down your throat, fucking your mouth and giving you a taste of yourself. Her free hand started to play with you downstairs more, teasing you, still dedicated to not giving you what you want and driving you insane. You couldn’t help but to spread your legs like a whore, hooking a leg around her waist, craving her touch.
“Oh, God, I want you…” You cried out.
“How bad? Maybe, If you tell me I’ll play with you a little.”
“So bad, I’m begging you to touch me… Please.”
Yaki began to toy with your swollen clit, slow circles and rubs. The top of your face scrunched up in an attempt to keep your eyes open. Her hand covered your mouth in an attempt to quiet your moans. When you felt her playing with that sensitive spot between your legs, it provoked a ruckus in your body. Her hand clammed up as you breathed in and out onto it. She started to play with you a little faster, applying more pressure and looking you deeply in the eyes. Suddenly, the action stopped as Yaki moved over to the bench across from you and laid down.
“Come here and sit on my face. Now, before I change my mind.”
Eagerly obliging, you threw a leg over her head before slowly sitting down on your pretty seat. At last, her tongue met your clit. Fiery waves of pleasure shocked your body as she licked and flicked, causing you to see stars. You covered your mouth to muffle your moans of pleasure to the best of your extent. Her hands gripped your ass, guiding you to buck back and forth on her face. Yaki started to close her eyes and moan with you, to your suspicion, you peeked behind you.
“Are you? Oh, fuck…” You said with a deep exhale.
To your surprise, you saw Yaki rubbing her clit as you rode her face, turning you on to another level. You bucked and rode her face as she played with herself, moaning into your cunt and her eyebrows furrowed together. As a symphony, the two of you together delight in your pleasure. She spread her long legs out wide onto the sides of the bench, eventually shoving a finger in herself. Her long finger pumped in and out as the sounds of both of you moaning echoed in the room. You lifted yourself and slid down, sitting on Yaki’s lap.
Her hands ventured across your body and your lips met yet again. Your body ground against hers, making a wet mess. Yaki spread you open and played with the entrance of your pussy, sliding up and down. She rammed two fingers into you, pumping slowly and steady. Your back arched, sweat dripped down your body, and you could swear you felt your brain stop functioning. She plunged her fingers deep down into you, all the way to the knuckle, picking up the pace and fucking your brains out. You rode and fucked her fingers as she looked at you with tremendous approval.
“Mmm, you like that, don't you?” Yaki muttered, keeping a close eye on you.
She bit her lip and watched you in awe, her fingers going in and out, curving. Nearly reaching climax, you felt your legs go limp, as she slammed into you more loudly. You dug your fingernails into her chest, grabbing hold of her breasts for support. Your walls pulsed, like a spring coiling tightly then being released. The Earth stuttered on its axis as you finally released onto her, muttering a mixture of curse words and moans. Your body blustering with heat and pleasure, leaving a creamy mess on her fingers. The muscles in your legs couldn’t help but to convulse from the intense orgasm.
You collapsed onto Yaki, a hot, horny mess. The smell of sex filled the room, the only sounds were the sounds of your breaths, inhaling and exhaling. Her arms wrapped around your body, embracing you. She pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, her eyes sparkling in the light as she admired you. Your forehead was met with a sweet kiss, the two of you laid there naked and vulnerable in each other's presence. The air was quiet once again as the two of you relaxed to catch your breath. You felt relieved but you wanted more, you wanted her.
“You did good, we should do that again sometime.” Yaki said with a little smile.
You rested your head on her chest as she stroked your back.
“But… I’m not done with you.” You whispered softly.
Her eyes widened a bit.
“Oh, really?” She smiled with teeth and let out a small laugh.
You started to leave a trail of kisses down her tummy, soft and passionate. She relaxed her body and let you do whatever you wanted to her, her hands resting beside her head as little breaths escaped her body. You wanted nothing more than to make her cum again, by yourself. Your mouth cupped her hard nipple, your tongue poking out and swirling in circles. You caressed every part of her body you could, leaving no space left behind and untouched. You took her in your mouth once again, savoring all that she had. You kissed and caressed her clit with care, then with speed and concentration. Swiftly, you pushed her legs back to get a closer look before diving in head first. Your tongue dipped, swirled and the tip of your nose rubbed against her, feeding you. Your fingers began to make an entrance, slowly and with ease.
“You’re so good, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum again.” Yaki said with a soft voice.
She looked down at you, knowingly. A soft expression across her face, deep but silky moans breaking free from her. Another finger joined in, both curving inside her as your tongue danced on her clit. Eventually, you decided to add a third finger. Her body jolted as her moans grew, her walls caving in on you and squeezing you tightly. You felt as though your senses had grown stronger, relishing in every flavor and smell Yaki’s body offered you. Her stomach moved up and down, lungs filling with air and then releasing. You continued your work, pushing her legs back to get a better angle. You shoved your face in her, nose bumping and tongue sliding without a care in the world. Your fingers slammed into her as deep as you possibly could as she tried to control her moans. As she released onto you, her muscles convulsed and her legs trembled.
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Yaki sat beside you, pants on but not yet buttoned and her sports bra on. The two of you sat in silence, catching your breath. Your body was still aching, and your legs felt like they might give up as you squeezed your shirt over your torso. You let your head fall into Yaki’s shoulder, resting there. She pulled you in closer, wrapping an arm around you and pressing her face against yours. Nothing else mattered but being there with her in her presence. For once, the world stopped in its orbit, all was silent. Yaki stood up to finish dressing, as did you. She fixed the collar on her shirt, spiffing herself up in the mirror.
“Oh yeah, here, let me-”
She surveyed you up and down, checking all looked as it was before as her hands fanned you off for any specs. Grasping your jaw, her fingers gliding over your cheeks, she pulled you in yet again. Yaki and you knew this wouldn't be the last time you made love, but at the same time nothing would ever be the same. The two of your lips joined, sharing one last kiss before you had to go back. No matter how much the two of you primped, there was no shaking off what happened between the two of you.
Tw: Smut, alcohol, spit, foreplay and foul language.
Your eyes widened with intrigue, Yaki had that sinful look in her eyes that she always gets. Her hands meet your skin and your heart begins to race. That warm feeling between your legs growing as your lover’s fingers explore your hemline. City lights and tall buildings could be seen from the balcony as the two of you undressed each other with your eyes. Remnants of wine still lingering on your tongue as Yakis thumb caressed your cheek. She wore her hair down, light makeup with just a bit of lip stain. Although the necklace she wore emphasized her collarbone, the black blazer she wore accentuated her broad shoulders. Her matching pants fit her well and hugged her thighs; musky perfume radiated off of her skin. The area you two were sitting at was empty but people could still be seen in the building at the back. Luminescent lights hit Yaki's face, teasing her soft bone structure and smooth skin as cars raced under you.
Soon enough Yaki was towering over you, slowly bringing your lips to meet. Your trembling hands played over her solid torso as your lips parted, sloppily and slowly. You savored the moment, the feeling of her breath on your skin growing heavier with lust. One of her large hands halfway wrapped around your neck, fingers diddling with your jaw. Her tattoo was visible from her rolled-up sleeves, you felt as though you could die then and there with her body intertwining yours. Your tongues began to dance together to a song so sweet, savory, and slow. The taste of her saliva woven with yours, so delicious. Her soft lips began to explore your neck making you throw your head back towards the edge of the balcony. A soft moan escaped your body, letting Yaki know she was doing her job. Her mouth jolted back up towards yours, pulling you in for a sloppy heavy kiss. Her legs wrapped into yours, playing with the warm spot between your legs driving you insane. You felt her knee teasing your lips through your shamefully wet panties, all you wanted was to have each other then and there.
Her hands explored you like a temple, her touch alone was a religious experience. She rolled her hips into you making you crave more, something deeper. The sound of her soft breath thickening, growing a little heavier the longer the two of you teased one another. The only thing separating the two of you was your clothes as you were already ready for her to rip them off and discover you more. Making love with Yaki was like milk and honey, leather and lace, a perfect balance of sweet and rough. The two of you were completely in tune with both of your bodies’ needs and desires. Her lips continued to lock with yours, the steady pace the two of you settled on grew heavier.
The tall mistress slid a hand on your breast underneath the slip top you wore, a firm grip on your breast and a finger playing with your hard nipple. She lifted your shirt up with one swift motion and began kissing your chest making you want to cry and beg for something more. Her hands were graceful but eager when she slid her hand down your bare leg lifting it up to wrap around her torso. She started the grind of her hips against your pelvis, fierce and slow. Her breathing grew heavier with yours, the line between moral and immoral began to blur. The thrill of someone almost spotting you set you on fire, yearning for her length inside you only more. Her index finger parted your lips opening up your mouth.
“Suck, now.”
Without hesitance, you took her finger inside your mouth allowing her skin to rub up and down against your tongue. It wasn’t long until she added a second, slowly forcing it down the back of your tongue deep into your throat. The salty taste of her flesh coated your mouth as you savored every moment of it, wishing her fingers were elsewhere. In and out, in and out she slid biting her lip as she watched you. You couldn’t help but moan, never breaking eye contact with her. She removed her fingers and undid her blazer, allowing you to unclasp her bra exposing her bare chest. Your hands inspected her body, grabbing her dainty breasts and relishing in the beautiful image. She slid your top off with ease, her kisses making way downwards towards your naval.
“Please, I need to feel you in me… I can’t wait any longer.”
“The more you beg, the longer I’ll make you wait.”
You moaned as she slid her hand over the zipper of your pants, pausing for a moment before sliding them down leaving you a pitiful mess in just your underwear. Yaki enjoyed seeing you in such a vulnerable state, no way to hide. Her fingers played with the lining of your underwear, careful not to go too far down yet. Her hands caressed the silhouette of your body, touching you everywhere but the one spot she dare not tread yet. The faint lighting hit the muscles on her shoulders and arms, every chisel on her body defined. She grabbed your cheeks, her large hand nearly engulfing your face and pressing into you with force.
“Open your mouth.” She demanded.
You knew what to do. You opened your mouth nice and wide, sticking your tongue out as she let a stream of spit flow into your mouth. You savored her saliva for a moment before licking your lips and swallowing, her hands gently gripping your throat now. You trembled beneath her, eager for her to please you somehow, in any way. She kept teasing you, her fingers ran along the outline of your lips now, eventually cupping the heat between your legs. Yes, almost there! You thought to yourself. Yaki brought you in for a final kiss before getting down on her knees and taking your panties off, slowly. Not yet giving you what you so desired and craved. Her hands felt up and down your thighs, inner and outer before reaching behind you to grab a handful of your ass.
“Tell me how badly you want me, baby.” She stared into your soul.
“I beg you, please… I need to feel you so bad.”
You pleaded and moaned with impatience, eager to feel her slippery tongue on your clit.
“Spread your legs for me.”
After doing exactly as she said, she swooped your legs over her shoulders and her tongue began to slide up and down your slit. She teased, moving up only little by little and back down. Each time shed go a little further and retreat. The pretty sight of her head between your thighs only made you want her more. Her hands gripped onto your hips for support, pulling you in close. Breathy moans and grunts escaped you as her gentle tongue slid up and down your entrance. You were so in the moment you couldn’t help but close your eyes with pleasure, to your surprise you felt her tongue begin to flick your clit leaving you in a lustful trance. She started slow and soft, taking in the flavor of you as her intense dark eyes caught yours. You lost it once she started dragging her tongue sloppily across your spot, messily. Her experienced tongue focused in, flicking back and forth dedicated to making you cum.
“You’re so wet, you’re already making a mess on me.”
It took her no time to let go of you and bend you over the table next to you. She smothered her face between the back of your thighs, her nose and tongue gliding over you once more. She stood over you, pulling your hair and angling your head on its side as she slid her index finger in you, slowly then all at once. Her length filled you but you still wanted more, moaning and crying for her to give you sweet release. She slid in and out of you, pausing and teasing until finally, a second finger came ramming into you slowly and deep. You moaned for more and more, harder and faster as she gave you what you want. Yaki took pleasure in watching you moan for her, the delight of seeing her lover get off by her touch. She slammed three fingers into you down to the knuckle, the wet sounds filling the room. With every thrust, she went harder and faster leaving you motionless. Your cunt gripped onto her width and length, that release would be coming soon. Your body let out a big moan as your legs began to twitch and shake from being pushed to the edge. You let your body do the talking as a thick white residue was left on her fingers, begging to be cleaned off.
You turned to face Yaki in missionary position on the table, ready for what was to come next. This time her fingers reached towards her mouth to suck the taste of your sweet, hot cum off her fingers. Slowly, devouring and relishing in the taste of you as she let pure sin take over her body. She bent down to clean you up one last time, dragging her tongue across your pussy messily. Kisses were placed on your thighs, tummy, and breasts. Her fingers played with the two hard nubs on your chest, a moment of worship for her. As her needs and desires grew, you didn't want to let her have them so easily. Both of you swapped places; now Yaki lay on the table ready for your attention.
Your fingers began to fiddle with her pant zipper, eager to see what lies beneath. You checked the glass door behind you to make sure the coast was clear before pulling her pants down. Despite having yet to remove her underwear, you climbed on top of her and wrapped your legs around her as she grabbed hold of your hips and ass. Both of you made waves on each other, bumping and grinding beautifully. Sloppy wet kisses between the both of you, the muscles in your mouths putting in work diligently. Yaki moaned beneath you, her body ached for your touch at last. Her skin was soft to the touch, her body appeared to be crafted by a sculptor. Your lips caressed her chest as she swayed back and forth like a ship adrift on the sea, losing control of her breathing in the process.
“Y/n, you’re teasing me…”
She moaned out your name, you could see the air leave her body with every exhale. The tip of your nose skimmed the outer lining of her body as you headed downwards, paying attention to her hips and the band of her underwear. You traced the outline of her folds through the fabric, warm to the touch. You slowly removed her underwear, revealing her succulent labia. Your fingers grazed her entrance, a sticky wet mess was left on your fingertips. Yaki pushed your hair to the side, keeping a fist full in hand as you readied the tip of your tongue. Her body jerked a bit once you began to flick your tongue on her sweet spot. You stroked and licked as her breaths grew heavier, deeper with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck”
She said under her breath softly as you picked up the pace, making sure your lover would be seeing stars by the end of the night. Her fingers raked through your hair as you ate her pussy, she suckled on her lip trying to hold back her moans. The rocking back and forth of her hips began, forcing herself into your mouth more. You delved your tongue into her for a deeper taste, then out once again, your focus remaining on her swollen clit. You wanted her all to yourself, you wanted her to release her hot cum into your mouth. As the dedication to make her explode grew, intense lust grew inside your body watching your lover's satisfaction. The taste of her rubbed against all of your tastebuds, a delicacy in itself.
You took your ring finger and middle finger and slipped inside of her as her walls gripped onto you tightly. A warm wet welcome greeted you with ease as she tried to keep her eyes open until she finally succumbed to the pleasure. You began pumping in and out of her deeply until you added a third finger. Her grip on you was tighter now, pulling you in. Your tongue kept playing with her clit as you sank into her knuckles deep, her legs began to shake and you knew she was close. As you fucked her and licked her all her morals disappeared, she pleaded, “Harder!”. Her raspy voice and breathy moans sending chills down your spine, the pressure of her muscles squeezing your fingers grew stronger. A moan escaped her as the taste of her milky cum coated your tongue. You swirled and dipped into her trying to collect every drop she had for you as she pulled on your hair.
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Once the two of you were clothed and decent, Yaki dipped down to give you a tender kiss. The taste of each other still lingered on your tongues, reminiscent of a night you won’t forget. Yaki poured herself a glass of wine before taking a swig, blending you and the other flavors together. A sly grin remained on her face, feeling pleased with your work. Yaki looked at you with all the love and care in the world, admiring your beauty as you admired hers. Her eyes shining in the dim light, the world seemed to stop.
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