Spared
Tag(s): Succubus!Yves, sex in dreams
Also, massive thanks to @floraedewrites for helping me out and providing feedback!
A lovely, quiet walk in the streets gets violently interrupted by someone running blindly. It was impressive, really, managing to bump into the only other person in the area.
“Ow, fuck. Sorry.”
“No, no, it’s fine. Here, let me help you.”
You kneel down on the ground and help the guy you just bumped into to pick up the papers that got scattered on the sidewalk. He seemed like he was having a bad enough day even before this predicament, he was sweating and panting, seemed like he was in a hurry to do something or go somewhere.
As you gather the files all over the pavement, you start to notice that they had common themes. One paper had cryptic looking text, another had a picture of what seemed like a page of a book with bloody writing, and the one you just picked up had demonic looking symbols on it. None of these sparked much interest in you, all but one thing.
Everything was either printed or written on the same type of paper except for one, which caught your eye. Among the long white rectangles was a small brown piece. The tears on the side suggested it was ripped off of something, but what exactly? Picking it up, it didn’t seem like it was made of paper, it was smooth, silky, and surprisingly heavy. It was small and thin yet weighed like a book.
The tiny piece had a picture of a woman, possibly one that you could consider to be the most beautiful woman you’ve laid your eyes upon, more than any celebrity or model you’ve seen. Below it was a small piece of text that looked like it was written with a brush.
“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” you whisper.
Before you could read any further, the man snatches all of his belongings back in a hurry, not even caring that he crumpled them in the process. And just like that, he’s gone, scurrying off to wherever he’s head - maybe another stranger on the road. Whatever it may be, you continued off to where you were headed.
No matter how many times you told yourself that it was nothing, you can’t help but think about the little accident earlier. Why did he have all those things printed out? Was he doing research? Was he a Satanist…? Or was he just hurrying to play some Dungeons & Dragons with friends? Most of all though, what you could not get out of your head was that picture of that woman.
It was just her face but it mesmerized you so much. Her pink hair, her make-up, her features, it was ingrained into your brain. Those words as well. They were definitely not English, so what could it have meant? None of the words sounded remotely familiar to you so it co–
A fast force drives past, slamming into you and knocking the breath out of you. “Argh,” you exclaim as your rear makes contact with the pavement.
“Ah fuck, not again”
That’s twice now that someone has randomly bumped into you. Opening your eyes, you see a piece of paper floating towards you.
“HEY! You dropped… this…” Whoever it was, they’re gone.
You pick up the paper off the floor. It was the same paper you were looking at earlier but with drastic differences. The paper was fuller, the brushwork was thinner, the material was shinier, the paper was lighter, and the picture was bigger - now it was cut off right above her chest showing off her broad shoulders and her chiseled neck.
“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” you whisper once more.
“This could not be a coincidence” you thought. Bumping into two people who both had this paper, or at least variations of it, definitely means something was going on. Could be the wildest coincidence you’ve encountered, could be that you came across two cult members, or it could be the weirdest advertisement tactic you’ve come across. If that were the case then it was honestly working apart from the fact that you were weirded out by the situation entirely and the fact that you don’t even know what it’s really about.
“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” You can’t help but say the phrase over and over again like a song forever on loop in your head.
Finally arriving home, you start to feel much sleepier. It’s only 4 in the afternoon but it feels like you haven’t slept in a day, eyes droopy, body heavy, all you want to do is go to bed. Not bothering to close the door, to change clothes, or to even set-up the bed - just slamming into the pillows and dozing off. Thinking about nothing but rest… and that mysterious woman.
“Coniuro vos ut in hunc mundum venias. Exhaurire omnes sed parce mihi. Mea pulcherrima Yves…” One last mutter before succumbing to the weariness.
*****
Black, void, emptiness. Just a barren vacuum of nothingness in the middle of who knows where. Swimming through the vast oblivion, perpetually floating in whatever space this was. In the distance flickers a bright light, an intense heat, a luring beacon. You move towards it, drawn by its intense pull.
The more you repeat the passage, the more different the piece of paper becomes. It gets bigger, shinier, and lighter. So light that it became lighter than air. The poster floats up and up, stopping in the middle of the room. It lights ablaze and the ashes it leaves on the floor form a circle. When the last piece falls into place, the center swirls and distorts, forming a bottomless pit - a passage, a portal, to another world.
As you float closer to the light, the more it becomes clear that it was candles forming two lines. Your feet meet solid floor upon crossing the threshold of the first set of candles. The path leads towards a table with a figure situated on top. It was hunched over, its long pink hair covering its face.
A dark red hand emerges from the swirl and then another, the two grip the edges and push it outward, creating more space for what could only be itself to come through. Out comes the creature from the depths of wherever.
You tread slower as you near it, something feels off. The shade of pink was awfully familiar. Could it be? Could this be the woman that’s been on your mind lately? She looked so… elegant and peaceful like this, like an angel. Just a sheer nightgown on her body allowing you to peak at the smooth silk that is her skin.
Skin a shade of red richer than blood, wings a shade of black darker than night, horns sharper than any needle, and curves sexier than any mortal. The demon shakes and stretches, getting itself used to the world it has just entered. “It’s been so long…” it hisses.
Its face lifts, revealing the familiar face to you. Although this time, she no longer has the same deep make-up as before. She looked cuter, prettier, softer than the face that was imprinted into your mind. Her smile was pure and heavenly, it made you draw closer to her.
The demon climbs on your bed, its claws cutting through the sheets. It looks your unconscious body up and down, checking and admiring your physique. Its finger grazes against your form, your lips, your chest, and finally - your crotch.
The girl… Yves, as you finally recalled, stands up. Under her clothing was nothing but her smooth skin - petite breasts and wide hips, freely available for your eyes to gawk at. Your hands had minds of their own at this point, moving and taking off the flimsy garments she had on.
Its sharp talons carefully carelessly rip your clothes off piece by piece leaving you in the nude. Shreds of cloth scatter in the air in a flash but your body remains pristine and untouched. “Let’s see what we have here.”
Yves smiles at your dumbfoundedness. She giggles as she watches you stare at her body. Could you blame her though? Her curvy frame, her cute nipples, her pretty pussy, all displayed for you. Yves gets on the table and spreads her legs. One hand spreads apart her pussy lips while the other taunts you in.
Its hand drags across your torso, leaving marks on your skin as its claws tread on it. Just a simple touch and the sleeping giant awakens. Just mere contact was all it took for it to come alive. The monster licks its mouth before going in for its meal.
The candles shone brighter as you walked forward but none of them compared to the heat Yves was radiating. Her aura was repelling but every wriggle of her finger reels you in, it was as if she was controlling your body. Before you know it, your dick was pressed up against her.
The bed creaks and shakes as its heavy figure straddles you. It lines itself up over your stiff rod and smoothly lowers itself on you. It stays still for a moment, relishing in the warmth inside of it after being deprived of the sensation for decades. “It’s been far too long,” it growls.
Yves spreads her legs out for you, allowing you to place your arms beside her and press your body against hers. You chuckle out of nervousness, her aura was incredibly alluring and her body was beyond beautiful already, and you haven’t even gone inside her yet. Her breath was hot with passion, brushing against your nose, you could sense her need from it.
It slowly rises before slamming back down onto your lap, fucking itself with a steady pace. The bed creaks louder and louder as it gradually quickens. It rams itself with little to no care about your well-being, not paying attention to the weight it exerts on your feeble human body.
Yves wraps her limbs around you making you enter her. Her tightness was like no other, just absolutely perfect, just the right amount to match your girth. It was like her insides were made specifically for you.
It leans forward, capturing your parted lips. It pokes and prods your oral cave as it explores inside, licking your teeth, sucking on your tongue, and kissing your lips. As it indulges itself on your meat it starts getting carried away with your mouth.
Yves’ mouth tasted like heaven, so much so that you were starting to feel breathless. It was as if she was literally taking your breath away through the kiss. Your tongues clash in the middle, fighting for dominance, but it was clear she was holding back. You could taste her saliva as it sloshes back and forth in your mouths.
The more time it spends kissing you, the weaker your body becomes. It backs away as soon as it notices what was happening, not wanting to kill its first ‘victim’ right off the bat. It wants to savor you, perhaps even keep you around.
Yves pushes you off of her and you feel the life returning to your lungs. She was captivating and breathtaking, quite literally. After snapping out of a trance, you focus back to your cock inside of her. Grabbing her legs and starting to thrust.
The Eldritch fiend sits straight up, bouncing once more over you. The creaking was loud, at this point it had one goal and one goal only, to extract your seed. It doesn’t even stop to heed to your condition, it only cares for itself.
“Fuck~” Yves moans out, so soft yet powerful, so quiet yet mind-shattering. Her sweet voice filled your ears, prompting you, invigorating you to go for more. It was like an energy charging your brain, every soft moan empowering your entire body.“Fuck,” it groaned, a slight annoyance in its ‘voice’. It could feel it growing near, a twisted smile creeping up on its unnatural face. A look of lust, a look of greed, a look of hunger. It wanted this, needed this even. Its speed mirrored its starvation.
You pulled your bodies close together the faster you went. Eventually Yves lays flat on her back and soon enough you were parallel to her. She wasn’t even doing anything special but her stare burned right through you, made your heart beat more, made you dumbfounded. She giggles at you once more before wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a kiss.
With another huff and another puff it feels your load erupting out. It continues to bounce, milking your balls, draining every last drop. As it feels no more coming out, it gets off of you. It lets out a long sigh of relief, a grateful smile along its face.
Yves’ mouth tasted incredibly satisfactory, her saliva intoxicating you like no other drink in existence. You couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of her. You tried to break free from her hold to tell her of your orgasm but she held you down even harder, even wrapping her legs around your waist. It was like she sensed it nearing. You hilt, pumping your entire load while making out with her. As you finished, you felt weak.
It was happy but it was yet to be satisfied. “More, more, MORE!” it roared. It climbs back onto the bed but this time only halfway. Just a mere touch was enough to bring the sleepy monster back to life. It marveled at the sight of you getting hard again, even more now that it sees it up close. It takes a good whiff of you before taking it into its mouth.
Your eyes black out and next thing you know you are back in your bed, exhausted and sweaty. You stare into the ceiling, your body hot and heavy. It took a while for the reality of everything to sink in as your ears began to pick up the low, subtle wet noises emanating from beneath you.
You look lower and see a being of unimaginable horror calmly sucking you off. You flinch and begin to pull yourself away but the pleasure anchors you to the spot. From dreadful fear to questionable curiosity, with a mere wink it charms you into submission. Despite its dastardly horrific face, you felt a sense of attraction to it.
With a flick of its wrist its body alters, the blood-tainted skin turning to a shade of light skin, the wings retracting into its back, and the face transforms to someone that you recognized. She plops out your rod from her mouth and replaces it with her hand. “Hey there~”
“H-Hi… Yves…” you croak out, a hint of gentle nervousness overpowering the previous panic that pondered you. Your cock twitches even harder upon seeing her face, the demonic look makes you think for a moment but this majestic woman makes your heart and dick lust like no other.
“Thanks for breaking me out of there, Hell wasn’t that bad, it was mostly boring really. No dicks, no men, no cum - I got hungry and weak. But thanks to you~ I’m free.”
You look puzzled for a moment before realizing that she was referring to the chant that you recited over and over again.
“And for the record, it’s pronounced Yves not Yves, ok? Nonetheless, I’m able to wander the Living Realm once more, feasting on the lust of every man on this Earth starting with you, my little savior.”
You smile and then gulp, your knowledge of succubi comes rushing to your head. If it were true then that means that she would keep fucking you until you were completely dry and weak, maybe even resulting in your death. But that doesn’t sound like the worst way to go, if you could spend your last waking moments non-stop fucking this bombshell, you would certainly take up the offer.
“You know what? Since you ever so kindly broke me out of my boring little prison, how about we strike a deal? In exchange for not killing you and milking your body completely dry, how about I become your little fuck buddy instead? Hmm? How does that sound?”
You try to speak but the uncontrollable pressure is starting to get the better of you. Yves lowers herself and deepthroats your entire length effortlessly, with just simple humming you unload in her mouth.
“Ahh~~~ I’ll take that as a yes. When you’re done with your boring human work and I’m done feeding off of the souls of the living, then we can fuck and fuck and fuck as long as you want. I am a sex demon after all, you could fulfill your wildest dreams with either me or anyone you want.”
You were at a loss for words, only managing to give her weak nods of approval. You lay there on the bed lifeless and unmoving, your whole body limping and exhausted, your erection dying down.
“Aw, you poor thing,” she says. With a simple touch of her fingers your whole body comes alive, filled with an ungodly surge of strength but deep down you could still feel residue of the exhaustion. It was like adrenaline coursed through your body, all thanks to a mere touch by the seductress.
You shoot up from the bed, fueled by the unholy power flowing in your body. Yves catches you in her arms and making eye contact with her brings you back to the ground. As much as your cock twitched with lust and hunger, your heart melted at her gaze. You weren’t just horny, you seemed to be… in love. Whether it was genuine or fabricated, you don’t know, nor did you really care.
Yves made the first move, giving you a quick peck on the lips making you snap out of another trance. You dive right in and she quickly reciprocates, storming up a heated make-out session out of nowhere. Her mouth tasted sweeter and more savory than you remembered from your dream, with a hint of slight saltiness here and there.
You two crashed into the bed and started rolling around, fighting for the top spot just as much as your tongues fought for dominance. The dance comes to an end with you on top and your tongue inside Yves. It was a tough battle but it seemed like she let you win.
While your tongue intruded her oral cavity, your hands roamed her body, finally able to feel her up for real this time. Yves’ skin was soft and smooth like silk, it was joyful enough just gliding your hands across it. Your fingers quickly find refuge atop her perky chest, hardened nipples that acted like beacons of want.
Your hands make quick work and tend to her chest, not wasting time and immediately playing around with them. You twisted, you pinched, you groped her breasts as you didn’t hold back at all. Yves’ moans vibrated into your mouth and it only made you lust for her more. No more of this slow and sensual nonsense, you wanted her and you wanted her now.
As you broke off the kiss Yves bit her lower lip, a smirk on her face as if she knew what was on your mind - you wouldn’t really be surprised if she did. She quickly flipped herself and got on all fours, her butt stuck out towards you just like you wanted - seems like that confirmed your suspicions.
You’ve given the rest of her body so much attention that you haven’t had time to give some to her ass. You took a moment to marvel at it, its beauty unparalleled just like the rest of her. So soft yet so firm, her ass was simply perfect. Just the right size and shape to your liking.
You gave it a few good slaps, each hit earning a sultry yelp from Yves. You couldn’t see her face but you could tell she was biting her lips. One more good smack sends her thighs jiggling in response, now it was finally time. Her clenched asshole surely looked inviting but you’d save that for another time, today you’re aiming for her snatch.
You grabbed a cheek in each hand, so full, so juicy. But no more time to ogle, you were hungry and impatient. You thrusted forward, your entire length smoothly slipping inside. Yves moaned out, sounding so heavenly and fulfilling, while you were left speechless. So tight, so warm, so wet, so inviting, you never wanted to leave.
Pulling out, you felt emptiness, slamming back in you felt fulfillment. You did it for a second time, a third, a fourth, over time your speed picked up, the sound of skin hitting skin echoed in your small room. Every time you left, it was like she was calling you to fill it back in.
You kept your grip firm and your pace fast, trying to keep your mind focused and your eyes open. Just everything about Yves was mind-breakingly amazing, everything inside and outside of her, it was actually hard for you to keep up.
You slid your hands up her body, she felt so magical, so majestic. Perhaps it was how soft it felt, so unnatural, so… otherworldly. You were sweating already from all the work you were doing and yet Yves remained perfectly dry save for the sweet sap seeping out of her slit.
Yves lowers herself as you move up higher across her torso, allowing you to penetrate harder and deeper into her. You cupped her chest, anchoring yourself to her as you thrust your hips with such force.
“Mmm… Fuck, Ngggh~” Her inebriating voice once again fills your mind, making it go haywire, sending you over the edge. You slow your hips until it stops skin to skin with Yves, your cock twitching inside of her as you shoot your third load inside of her.
You roll over onto your back, completely drained and exhausted. Yves in turn gets off the bed. “That was fun!” she remarks, her body still lively and energetic meanwhile you pant for air like you just ran for miles. “I’d love to go for more but I don’t think your body can handle it, don’t want you to die now would we? While dying from too much sex sounds great, it’s better to have sex all the time.”
As she says that, you could feel the demonic adrenaline washing out of your body. You suddenly felt the fatigue brought upon by all the activities performed to and by your body within the last couple of hours.
Yves didn’t need to be an all-powerful demon to sense that. She climbs back into bed with you, wrapping an arm across you as she snuggles her head on your chest. She gives you a quick peck on the cheek before closing her eyes, a bright smile on her face. “Goodnight,” she cutely says.
With all the uncertainties you had about demons and succubi, you were certain sleep was something they didn’t need and yet here she was, snoring away. Once again she made your heart beat like crazy, but this time not from lust, not from adrenaline, but from love. It was odd for sure yet you were sure you felt it at this moment.
“Goodnight, Yves.”
At the end of the day, you two snuggle over ruined sheets. A demon for a fuck buddy, what are the chances? You were lucky to have stumbled upon her and likewise she was lucky to have you, truly a match made in hell.
-The End-
Lip’s Lovingly Luscious Lips
Tags: quickie; gf!Kim Lip, rough oral sex, slight degredation, dub-con, gagging
The car ride back was awkward and silent the whole way. It was only when you two got back to your bedroom that all the feelings were poured out, it was only over something rather trivial but nonetheless the topic made you angry every time and Jungeun was tired having to hear it all the time.
“Why did you invite him there?” you ask, your back turned towards her, not wanting to face her directly.
“I just… want you guys to get along for once,” Jungeun sighs.
“You know I don’t like him and today of all times?” You’ve talked about this man with Jungeun before, most of the time you were just mildly annoyed talking about it but today was different. You were incredibly stressed from work not to mention you barely had time to properly hang out with your girlfriend and today was the first time in a while that you were able to eat a meal with her uninterrupted, or so you thought.
“I’m sorry it had to be today but you can’t hate him forever!” she whined. “Yes, I know he’s my ex but we’re just friends now, I promise, there’s nothing between us anymore.”
“You can’t be ‘just friends’ with your ex plus I can tell, I can tell that he still likes you, you know? Call me delusional but I know what I see!”
“Well, whether he still likes me or not, the break-up was mutual. Plus, I love you, I chose you, I’m with you, ok? Not him but you.”
“I love you too but… I don’t like seeing you near him. It might sound like jealousy but I can’t help it, I’m sorry. You can still be friends with him but I don’t ever want to be near him, especially when we’re together.”
“What’s your deal? I promise we’re just friends now, we used to be together but that was in the past, there’s nothing between us anymore, nothing at all I can assure you that, oppa. Just… why can’t you understand?” Her tone has shifted gradually since the beginning, from pleading and apologetic to harsh and provocative.
“I don’t know, I can’t help it. It’s just that…” You cut yourself off. Something caught your eye, making you lose your train of thought for a moment.
From the corner of your eye you can see a small card sitting on your table. A small red rectangle; a red card, red as strong as the passion you two have, as intense as the fire in your heart, as colorful as her dress, and as vibrant as the lipstick on Jungeun’s lips. You knew exactly what that card was for, a free blowjob pass, given to you on your birthday weeks ago.
You could still hear Jungeun’s words clearly: “A free blowjob, any time, anywhere, as long as it’s just the two of us. I won’t say no, I can’t say no. No matter what I’m doing, I’m gonna give you a blowjob, however you would like me to.” Your sex life was pretty healthy so you didn’t really need such a pass in your possession however now seems like the perfect moment.
“Get on your knees,” you say, bold and straightforward.
“Even if- What?” The sudden shift in topic also came about a sudden shift in her tone once more.
You turn to face her for the first time since the incident earlier, the card situated between two of your fingers. Jungeun looked nervous but mostly confused. The sight of the card seems to have answered her current questions, alleviating her emotions, but just barely.
“You heard me, get on your knees.”
Jungeun wanted to protest but gulped her words down her throat instead, she too knew the conditions surrounding the pass. Her legs shook as she got on her knees. She looked nervous but tried her best to remain calm, relaxing her butt against her heels and resting her hands on her lap.
No foreplay, just straight to the action. You undid your belt and out of your pants came your hard dick. Jungeun’s eyes fixated towards it with a mixture of fear and intrigue, she has never seen this side of you before - not that there was much of this side to even show in the first place.
Your tip grazed over her parted lips, smearing pre-cum against the perfect tint of her lipstick. Jungeun just stayed still the whole time, awaiting some sort of order from you. Normally she would be the one moving around and doing all the action but you both know at that moment that you were the one in control.
You pushed your tip in her mouth nice and easy and in an instant her soft lips clamped down around you. Her mouth was already warm and inviting from the get-go, just perfect all over in every way - the way her mouth encapsulates you, the way her tongue massages your underside, and the way her saliva coats you.
You continued your slow push into her, not backing up even after your tip started touching the back of her throat. Finally your entire length was deep inside of her, you could see in Jungeun’s beady eyes just how much effort she was making to not choke on it. Jungeun’s red lipstick starts staining your cock as you slowly pull out of her.
You gave her a sweet smile but she saw through that glass facade, she knew she was in for so much more. You were full of excitement while it was just nervousness on her end as your hands went to her face. Your fingers caressed her face, feeling the smoothness and cleanliness of it, admiring your blank canvas before working on it.
You cleared her face of any stray strands while slowly forming a ponytail for her. Her silky red hair was gathered together in your hand as you held her head still. Your other hand gently slaps her cheeks with your wet rod, ruining her make-up and smearing spit and ‘stick on her precious face.
You placed your tip back at the entrance of her mouth. Jungeun took a deep breath, she had an intuition that she might need it especially with how firm you were holding her handle.
Jungeun was still in the process of opening her mouth when you were already halfway inside of her. Everything happened in such a quick flash that she was taken aback, unable to hold the gagging in.
You didn’t care, you didn’t mind, in fact you liked it - the sound she made turned you on more than anything else in your life. It felt so wrong but the adrenaline started clouding your judgment, instead of backing up you double downed instead.
Jungeun pants for breath as you pull out. Her eyes shone with a pleading coat but you were gone past the point of kindness. The poor girl remains unsuspecting, still unprepared for your next move. You shove Jungeun’s mouth onto your shaft this time all the way, her face pressed against your crotch.
It didn’t take long for tears to form in her eyes. Jungeun’s struggle to relax translated into pleasure for you, her throat tightening into a vise as she struggles to keep up with you.
You slowly start to form a rhythm as you push and pull on the back of Jungeun’s head. Your grip on her was strong, fueled by the combination of all the emotions you were feeling tonight - anger, jealousy, stress - and you were taking it all out on her.
You start picking up the pace, even thrusting your hips forward in conjunction with your usage of her head. Jungeun was a whole mess at this point, tears and sweat ruining her make-up while drool coats her chin. Things were getting blurry for you, it didn’t even feel like Jungeun anymore - it felt like just a toy, a mere object, a thing that you used for your own pleasure and nothing more.
While the sensation was immensely pleasurable, the sounds were beyond heavenly. The sloshing of her spit, the gagging that occurred every time you hit her throat, and the grunting Jungeun made as she made an effort to keep focus. It was a wonderful orchestra playing a beautiful melody for your ears.
It was great but somehow it wasn’t enough, something was missing, you needed more. You took both your hands and held her skull at the sides, gaining full control over her. You traded pace for speed, using all the strength you have left to slam Jungeun against your crotch over and over again.
Your meter was beyond overflowing and you could feel your release arriving at any moment. One final slam, one final thrust, you shove yourself down her throat as far as you can before unleashing your whole load. Your cock throbbed as every spurt of cum is deposited into her. Jungeun started slapping your thigh as you held her down but the ecstasy was fogging your mind.
You finally let go of Jungeun and she drops to the floor, coughing and panting hard.
Post-nut clarity starts kicking in just as the heat in your body subsides. You soon realize that Jungeun was also sobbing and you slowly come to your senses, the weight of the situation dawning on you. You quickly kneel down in front of her and embrace her tightly, surprisingly, she hugs you back.
“Fuck, Jungeun, I’m so so so sorry. I got carried away, I promise it won’t happen again.”
Jungeun pushes you off of her. “NO!” she shouts, instant and defensive. “I-I mean, n-no. I kinda… liked it…” Her cheeks redden and her head drops in embarrassment.
“W-What?” you ask, completely bewildered by her response.
“I… liked it. You, being rough, using me like that.”
Soon you were blushing as well. You weren’t the type of person to have a temper nor were you rough in bed, this barbaric behavior was unprecedented for both of you and knowing that Jungeun liked it made you embarrassed as well.
Silence filled the air for a good few seconds before being broken by soft giggles as you two made eye contact once more.
“Are you ok, Jungeun?”
“Yes, yes… I’m fine.”
“So you liked… me being… rough? With you?”
“Yeah… I was scared at first but I didn’t expect to like it.”
“Me neither.”
I liked it so much that I… came.” Jungeun lifted her dress a bit to show you just how stained her underwear and thighs were. The sight alone was starting to make you hard again. “C-Can you be like that again? N-Next time we have sex?”
“Oh, ahhh, s-sure. I’ll see if I can.” In a flash, it’s all you could think of - overwhelming, overpowering, controlling, using Jungeun. You were never like this and yet all these thoughts came to you so naturally.
“You know what? Maybe next time is now,” she says as she sees your raging erection once more, taking off her dress as she gets on the bed. A sinister smile creeps on your face, it scared her for a bit but the way she bites her lip says otherwise.
-The End-
Aeong
Tags: catgirl!Olivia Hye, furry, pet play, oral sex, edging, food play, fingering, finger sucking, squirting
“Purrrrrr…”
“Nggg… Hyunjin… stop…”
You feel something lick you on the cheek, a long, dry, rough lick across the side of your face.
“Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…”
You try to remain quiet and ignore her advances but all of a sudden something heavy presses onto your chest. The weight made it hard for you to breathe so you were forced to awaken from your cozy rest.
“Aish, Hyunjin.”
You finally give in to the annoyance and sit up, holding the nuisance in your hands. “Mmmmeeeeooooowwwwww,” she purrs so loudly, it feels like holding a little engine in your hands. In an instant your scowl fades and a smile grows on your face. Who could stay angry at her? Certainly not you. How could anyone? With how cute her little face is, how beautiful her big brown eyes are, how soft and smooth her orange fur is, and how soft and mellow her tiny meows are.
You quit staring when she starts squirming in your hands and meowing at you, alerting you of her need. “Oh God, it’s already 8 am. I’m so sorry, Hyunjin. Come on, let’s get you fed.” You let go of Hyunjin and she sprints out of the room and down the stairs with you not long behind.
Hyunjin sits patiently by the bowl. You give her a quick pet and give her her much awaited breakfast before heading back to your room. You close the door behind you to prevent any more intrusions with your rest. However, as you try to sneakily slip back into bed you alert the other occupant. Either you caused too much of a fuzz as you got in or your naughty hands woke her up, could be both but it was most certainly the latter.
“Mmmrrrrrooooowwwwww…” yawns your faux feline friend beside you.
“Good morning to you too.” You nudge yourself closer, feeling her smooth, naked sides slowly. You nuzzle your mouth into her nape and she purrs in excitement.
Your girlfriend, Son Hyeju, is a cat girl. It was definitely weird from the beginning: Hyeju used to meow and purr randomly, while it put you off slightly, you just thought it was a quirky thing she was doing and decided to brush it off. Then she slowly started acting like a cat, walking on all fours and licking herself and you, now things were starting to really weird you out but your love for her was strong so you just let it slide. Then she started buying cat stuff, you were about to say something but then she surprised you with a little kitten, brushing all your worries away in an instant.
It was a nice diversion but it wasn’t enough, she really wanted to be a catgirl and she wanted you to accept it but you weren’t showing any signs of warmth. Taking things little by little wasn’t doing the trick so Hyeju took a leap of faith and went to a whole ‘nother level, a level she knew you couldn’t resist - sex.
One day you just came home to Hyeju wearing the hottest Catwoman cosplay you’ve ever seen and nothing turned you on so much, you didn’t even know it turned you on so much. You didn’t know if it was the tight spandex that clung to her curves, the newfound cat-like demeanor, or just Hyeju in general being unexpectedly spicy in the bedroom. But one thing was for certain and that was the immediate click in your head upon laying your eyes on her, the two of you fucked until the morning, never forgetting that night and what happened in it.
From there she ditched the Catwoman cosplay for a more generic cat costume, from every week, it now happened every other day. Then she ditched the cat costume for a more simplistic style: plain cat paws for her hands and feet and cat ears for her head, from every other day, it was now everyday. Finally, she touched up her look with a cat tail buttplug, a collar with her name on it, and ultimately losing her “human” clothing - just walking around the place naked save for her get-up. All of a sudden it was her way of life, just something you found yourself agreeing with because of her persuasions, not that you really minded anymore.
And now you’re here, laying in bed, spooning your catgirl of a girlfriend. “We’ve got the weekend to ourselves, babe. Do you want to do anything today or are we just gonna lie down and sleep?” you ask rather redundantly. Your free arm hooks over her and starts to slowly tease away at her clit, enough stimulation for a few little moans and purrs but not enough for proper satisfaction.
“Purrrrr… Ngggh, c-can I have some milk, oppa? I’m hungry.”
“I knew you’d say that, c’mon.”
“Mmmeow~”
You turn over and toss your boxers away. Hyeju springs in joy, perhaps even more excited than you are. She takes her spot between your legs like always, her hips high in the air, posed just like a cat stretching. However, before she could advance you stop her. “Hyeju, we talked about this. No paws, right?”
In an instant she whines, flashing her signature mad kitty eyes and cute pouty lips in an act of defiance. However, you counter with a move of your own, you grab the packet on your table and shake it above her.
“You love this right? You want some?” You await an answer but she was too focused on the snack to even listen to you, words just flying through her ears. But the long, articulated “Mmmeeeooowwwwww” was the only approval you needed.
All sense of contempt flies out of the window as Hyeju feasts her eyes on her favorite snack, salmon-flavored biscuits. It was her favorite treat in the whole world and she would do anything just to get a taste of it. “No gloves… please?”
“Hmph, fine.” With a sigh of defeat, she takes the gloves off, all with a scowl on her face, throwing it both playfully at your face. Upset, but compliant, anything for those delicious biscuits.
You relax in your spot as you let Hyeju do her work. The heat coming from her mouth paired perfectly with the cold coming from her small hands, it sends a dainty little tickle through your spine. As much as she was dying inside craving for those treats, she was still very playful. She loved to play, loved to tease. As always, she loved to play as an inquisitive cat.
She stares at your cock wide-eyed as if seeing it for the first time. Even without the gloves her hands still maneuvered like paws, balled up slightly, taking light jabs on your shaft. However, her curiosity got the best of her, striking just a little too hard, she sent your dick swinging and it hit her on her face. It made her hiss while it made you chuckle.
As the saying goes, “Curiosity killed the cat… but satisfaction brought it back.”
“Come on, Hyeju. Be gentle,” you tell her. Calmed and tamed, Hyeju returns to her playful and jolly self again.
Shaking her ass, waving her tail, as if conveying the excitement of a real one. Hyeju starts with licking the tip, tasting the appetizer. Her tongue soft and wet, one of the few things about herself she can’t turn into a cat, very grateful you are that she couldn’t.
Her soft muscle meets your hardened one, quickly springing into a steady rhythm, darting across and around your swollen tip. Hyeju giggles at you writhing to her tease, a sinister mock on that evil cat’s face as she toys with her helpless prey. She finally takes you into her mouth but not all the way, just enough for you to be barely satisfied. These were one of the few moments she had you tamed for once. She liked the way you twitched in her mouth with absolute need like a cat pinning a powerless bird under its claws.
There was that subtle glint in her eyes that you didn’t really see elsewhere. While the teasing was relentless and tedious, you grew to enjoy it. You enjoyed it mostly because Hyeju herself enjoyed it, proven by just how much throbbed under her care and just by how much your breath hitches everytime she took it just that one extra step deeper into her.
The room was silent, not a car going down the road nor a plane flying overhead. It was so quiet you could hear your shallow breathing as well as the soft squelching coming from Hyeju as she slowly bobbed her head.
Hyeju’s plump lips finally make it all the way down to your base and you just couldn’t help but moan loudly from how perfect the sensation is. Hye-ven you like to call it, you lie back as Hyeju sucks the life out of you, you could feel as if you were about to ascend into another plane of existence, to paradise. Every blowjob from her felt like a call from the other side, inviting you to go into the light. But time and time again, just as you were about to reach for the bright glow Hyeju stops, pulling you back down and preventing you from passing away from pleasure.
Even in times like this, even when she’s about to get her morning milk, Hyeju loves nothing more than to see your cute, grumpy face as she edges you.
“Meoooowwww~” There she goes again, cutely mocking you but it only serves to wipe off the glare on your face. You combed her hair and gave her pats. She was truly like a cat, a little nuisance but a cute one at that.
Hyeju continues her mind-numbing act, her hand slowly working your shaft while her mouth attends to your sack. She stared at you with great intensity as she put her lips around a ball, so feisty yet seductive, relaying her message of control very clearly despite you both already well aware of the clutch she had on you at that moment.
“Mmmmmm~ These feel so full, oppa. You’ve got lots of milk for me today don’t you? Meow~” You could only nod at the sound of her sweet voice, between her slow, soft strokes was your slow, heavy breathing. All you could muster was a faint “Yes,” as you tried to hold yourself together, you didn’t even know what you were agreeing with, too numb to even comprehend simple words.
Alas, even for Hyeju all things must come to an end. She could sense it coming just by the look of your face. She takes your entire cock back in her mouth and that simple bout of the warmth of her oral orifice makes you send it all out. Her hand aids her, pumping you, milking you of every last drop. Your legs were shaking beneath her, such an electrifying sensation. Once you were completely drained, she showed off her tongue, glazed in a fresh coat of warm, white cum - but your vision was too fazed to even notice.
Hyeju took her time with it, sloshing and playing around with it in her mouth then taking it all down with one big gulp. “Ahhhh. Meow~ Always so delicious, oppa! Now can I have my treats? Oppa? Oppa! Mrrroooowwww!!!” You were still half-passed out and unable to respond but a simple playful scratch from Hyeju across your bare chest was enough to knock you off your orgasmic high.
“Ah- Yes, yes, I’ll get you your treats.”
You sit up against the headrest as you shake the packet in her face. Hyeju wagged her butt even more now at the thought of her favorite snack. It was her favorite flavor too, salmon. It went sold out from time to time despite it being one of the more expensive flavors at the store. It being a non-regular snack for her made her excited for it even more.
You motioned for her to come over and in an instant she was seated on your lap. She looked up at you, purring into your neck as she awaited you to feed her.
You poured a few biscuits onto your hand and offered it to her. While Hyeju’s mouth was busy munching down on those you had other plans, in particular, a different part of her. Specifically the hot spot where your cock was planted at. While your dick was still recovering, you opted to use your other hand instead.
Just a mere touch on Hyeju’s pussy sent a jolt through her body, she was sensitive but more importantly - needy. Now the tables were turned around on her. Even without words you could tell just how needy Hyeju was, she was dripping so much over you. You could even see a dark spot staining the sheets from where she laid down earlier. Unlike Hyeju, you weren’t really the teasing type, you preferred a more direct approach.
This would serve as another treat but also a little payback for the teasing she put you through. Hyeju lightly bites down on your hand as you insert two of your fingers inside of her. It was a rather tight fit but her juices were enough help for you. You slowly ramped up your pace to the point where it was overwhelming her, making it harder for her to eat. Hyeju was starting to close her legs shut but you pried them open with your own.
Opposite with your dick, Hyeju made quick work of the delicacies presented to her, already down to a few more bits left and it hasn’t even been a few minutes since she started. But it wasn’t only eating she’s doing on your hand, you could also feel her tongue taking sneaky licks on your fingers. She thinks she’s being slick with her moves but you could tell her intentions very clearly, the difference between cleaning off crumbs and tasting you was subtle but you picked up on it. Her spit was getting everywhere, down your arm and also down her chin.
Soon enough Hyeju was finished with her snack but her mouth kept going. Subtle turns to obvious as she starts sucking on all of your fingers. You aided her, slowly pumping your hand in and out of her mouth while Hyeju bobbed her head. You peer over at her and her eyes are closed, really enjoying herself from the pleasure brought by your fingers.
Though it seems like you gawk at Hyeju too much. She swats your hand away from her pussy and continues the job on her own, this time much stronger and faster than you did.
Unoccupied, your now free hand looks for the next best thing - her chest. Your hand latches onto a breast, soft and heavy all the while barely fitting in your palm. You always wondered why you didn’t spend more time with these two ladies and that’s when you remember Hyeju’s God-send of a mouth. It’s probably why she has such a chokehold on you, why you all of a sudden obliged with her fantasy. In reality you were the pet, leashed by lust and pleasure.
Hyeju lays her head on your chest, fingering herself like no tomorrow while keeping your fingers in her mouth. You squirmed your fingers inside of her while Hyeju did the same to her cunt. Her tongue wrapped and sucked on your digits like it was another dick and you pumped her face like it was a second pussy.
Within a few seconds you could feel the liquid sensation coming from between her legs and you look up to see Hyeju spraying the other half of the bed that you two weren’t on. It was due for a change anyway, at least you two made the most of it while it was still there.
You thought it was already over, preparing yourself to get up but Hyeju kept your hand at bay and before you could speak, her other hand was already on its way into your mouth. Hyeju savored the salmon-y taste left behind on your hand while you slurped her cum off of hers.
-The End-
Way of Water
Tags: Power bottom!Eunbi, back-up dancer!reader, watersports, deepthroating, BFH
Warning: Watersports. I mean come on, waterbomb, watersports, I had to plus I couldn’t think of anything else and I just really wanted to write Eunbi after seeing those clips
A/N: Never did I think I would write Eunbi so soon nor did I think that I would *not* write subby Eunbi. She’s just that great. So… yeah, enjoy!
Also I used the “Door” performance as inspiration. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CBUzWUSVSM I don’t know if this works honestly, I don’t really Tumblr. I’ll fix it when I wake up… maybe
“🎶 Just stay right by my side. Woo woo woo woo woo woo yeah 🎶”
‘Ok, next part is coming up. Just go up to her then go back to the side. Easy. Simple.’ You don’t know why you’re reassuring yourself so much or why you’re even hesitating in the first place. You’ve done this song, this dance, this particular move dozens of times on stage, at least hundreds in practice. Yet here you are, acting like a complete newbie doing his first performance ever.
Eunbi runs back up the catwalk towards the main stage after finishing the second chorus of the song. Her wet, bikini-clad chest bounces around and it feels like time is slowing down, water falls from the sky so gently it feels like you could count every droplet in your vicinity. Eunbi’s breasts bounce hypnotically underneath the near-nonexistent top hugging her body, you’ve seen them jiggle and shake a thousand times before and not once have you thought about Eunbi sexually in any way but something about this current moment makes it different. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re seeing her cleavage in full or maybe it’s all the water being sprayed on her that’s awakening something you never knew you had in you.
And just like that time zooms forward and you’re back to the present. Eunbi runs back up the catwalk towards the main stage after finishing the second chorus of the song. She hurries over to a dancer then clings onto his nape as she starts singing her next line.
“🎶 Neowa 🎶 na sai 🎶 “
That’s your cue to move over. ‘Easy, simple,’ you repeat to yourself. ‘Just let her guide me, just flow with the music.’ It really isn’t that hard, just one step, one simple step that you’ve practiced for hours.
“🎶 aseulhan seoneul balbeun jigeum 🎶”
You let Eunbi pull you in close to her then her leg wraps around you. At that moment you feel the world just completely stop, not even slowing down like you felt earlier but rather completely still. Your face is an inch from her chest, it’s a position you’re completely familiar with but given the circumstances it feels so brand new. Though your face is looking away, your eyes aren’t. You peek over and standing there is Eunbi’s soft, massive chest in all its glory. Seeing it glistening with all the water turned you on instantly and gave your brain ideas you never thought it would make.
And how could you forget her leg, your eyes focused so much on her tits that you forgot the leg wrapped around you. To say your brain went into overdrive is an understatement because the moment it realizes Eunbi wrapped around you, the amount of nasty perverted thoughts more than just doubled. Your brain explodes then just like that you’re out of that fever dream.
Eunbi kicks the leg wrapped around you and in unison you drop to the ground. Your professionalism went back in gear but half your brain focuses on the choreography and the other incessantly sexualizes Eunbi causing you to slip up your dancing here and there, thankfully, as a backup dancer no one really pays much attention to you. And besides, it’s a water festival, you can always blame mishaps on the slippery stage.
For the rest of the song and the rest of Eunbi’s set at Waterbomb, you never had any moment as visceral or powerful as the ones during “Door,” there was a close call during “Glitch” but you held your cool.
You and the other dancers exit as Eunbi bids goodbye to the audience. All your friends look so jolly and hyper, bouncing and jumping around after performing multiple stages, meanwhile your face is blank. With your mind no longer half-occupied with dancing perfectly, lewd thoughts about Eunbi start to rot your head.
“That was so fun!”
“Can’t wait to do it again!” “I wish every stage was like this now…”
Several cheers erupt from the group as you all head over to the green room. “Hey, man, you doing good?” It takes a while for your brain to register that you are the one being talked to, you raise your head to see your friends stop in their tracks, all worriedly looking at you. You give them a soft smile and a passable excuse, “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just… a little more tired than usual. I think I’ll just stay here for a bit.”
One of them pats you on the back, “What a bummer. Just rest, we all worked so hard today. Well if you need us we’ll just be outside watching the other performances, ‘kay?” You give a quick nod and wave them off as they disappear from view.
You enter the room and the cold air blasts your face, despite how cold it is inside your body feels the opposite. You try to stand right in front of the A/C, your ears start to hurt but inside you still can’t feel the chill. An idea pops into your head and you sprint for the mini-fridge on the other side of the room. The thing is packed with cold water bottles. You take a sip and sigh in relief as you feel the cool travel down your throat, but it still isn’t enough. You sip, you gulp, you down a full bottle, then a second, then a third, then a fourth. Endless stream of chill flows in your body but you still feel the heat, the problem isn’t with your face, in your throat, or in your stomach, no, it’s much deeper down and it doesn’t need acquisition to be cooled.
“Hey, there you are,” shouts a familiar voice. You quickly turn around and see the root of your problem, Eunbi. Standing there dripping wet, cardigan completely drenched, tits fully exposed, you don’t know whether to call yourself lucky or unlucky to be in this situation right now.
You’re not sure if it’s your mind messing with you or you’re actually looking at reality but with every step that Eunbi takes towards you, you swear you could see her chest bounce. “The others said you weren’t feeling well so I came to check on you.”
“T-That’s sweet of you. I-I mean, yeah I’m fine.” Eunbi finally gets right in front of you, even though you’re taller than her your eyes are looking way lower than where they normally would be at. You try to maintain eye contact but it’s like your pupils are too heavy for your own good, always falling and resting in Eunbi’s cleavage, just up and down and up and down. Similarly, Eunbi looks down, you follow her gaze towards the prominent bulge at your crotch.
“I-I’m sorry, it’s just… the outfit and, and, and the water and–” You try to turn away and apologize but Eunbi plants her hands firmly on your shoulders and makes you face her, she looks you dead in the eyes and… flashes you a smile? “Look, it’s ok. You don’t have to apologize. You know what? The others are upstairs having fun. Why don’t we… have some fun… of our own?”
You’re at a loss for words. Is this really happening? Is Eunbi really asking you to fuck her or did you somehow pass out and start imagining that Eunbi is asking you to fuck her. Whether it’s a dream or reality you happily nod and oblige.
Eunbi takes your hand and pulls you into the small bathroom nearby. You don’t even take the time to look around, instead you quickly get on the toilet seat while Eunbi kneels in front of you.
Eunbi palms your crotch through your jeans and you squirm at the action, not because you almost came but rather something else is begging to be released. You notice Eunbi give off a devilish smirk at your movement and you nervously chuckle at what she might have planned for you.
“Well we won’t be needing these anymore.” Eunbi takes off her near see through top then shortly after her bikini, not wasting a single second on foreplay. Her tits bounce out now that they’re freely in the open air, looking bigger than in any outfit you’ve ever seen her wear. Well you’re certain what to call your situation right now – lucky – Men and women alike would kill to be anywhere close to your position.
“Or these.” She quickly unzips your pants and tugs both it and your underwear down. You help her out by lifting your butt and pulling down with her. Your cock springs free and Eunbi doesn’t hesitate and begins jerking you off slowly. Her other hand, meanwhile, goes above your dick and presses lightly on it. You squirm just like earlier, finally confirming her suspicions.
“You look so full, baby. All that water you drank is already making its way down, isn’t it? Don’t you just want to let go? I heard peeing feels just as refreshing as cumming, why don’t we test that? C’mon, baby, just give it all to me. Let me feel that hot piss on me, baby.”
Pissing during sex hasn’t ever occurred to you before in your life, you’d think it’d turn you off but you’re harder than you’ve ever been your whole life. Despite your dick clearly wanting this to happen, your brain is still in denial over such a taboo. Eunbi’s basically begging for you to pee on her and yet you somehow won’t.
Eunbi presses down on your bladder but not too much, she wants you to pee but she doesn’t want to force it out of you. Perhaps there’s a middle ground. “Come on, baby. Don’t you want to see me covered in your piss? Soak my hair, coat my perfect tits and face. I just know you want to do it, maybe you just need some convincing?”
Then what is possible the hottest thing you never knew you needed happens – Eunbi starts pissing all over the floor. She moans as she empties her bladder, you feel a pool forming beneath you as the hot liquid surrounds your feet.. “You hear that, baby? I wanna hear that from you too. Come on, give it to me. I know you want to.” The sound echoes around the tiny area and it’s just the trick to send you over the edge.
As soon as the first trail of yellow comes out of your tip, Eunbi aims your dick at herself, treating it like a hose and showering herself in every place. First, she coats her tits in light sheen, just the sight you needed to see ever since that close-up view you had of her chest; Second, she aims it at her face, letting pee get into her hair and having it drip down her chin and neck; Lastly, Eunbi opens her mouth and takes your cock inside while it’s still gushing.
Eunbi bobbing her head up and down, sucking on your dick while gulping every single drop as fast as you give it to her. You feel like you’re in heaven. Just moments ago you were hesitant, not even entertaining the thought of pissing while having sex but here you are relishing at the sight of Eunbi drinking the contents of your bladder while also deepthroating you. Who knew that the modest Eunbi would ever be this skillful at something like this?
Your bladder finally empties the remaining urine into Eunbi’s mouth and not once did a single drop escape her lips. erent liquid is begging for its release.
Eunbi stops sucking and replaces her mouth with her hands after no longer receiving any piss. “Give it to me, baby. You wanna coat these tits, don’t you? You wanna cum on me and smear it all over my perfect face?” This time you don’t hold back, you let your cum fly as if it was just like piss. Your vision goes white and so does Eunbi, ropes shoot out and cover just about everything it could reach – Eunbi’s hair, her face, her chin, her neck, her tits. You slowly descend from heaven and the sight before you makes it seem like you haven’t. Eunbi uses the tip of your cock like a brush and spreads the cum all over her skin. She’s mixing a combo of piss, sweat, water, spit, and cum all over herself and the concoction coating her tits makes you hard and ready to cum again.
Eunbi stands up and her own piss is dripping from her skirt. “Ready for round 2, baby?”
Looking Up
Tags: toy!Haseul, master!reader, sexual slavery, public humiliation, masturbation, master/slave, dom/sub, slapping, impact play, humiliation, dacryphilia, degradation, name calling, self degradation, begging, punishment, dub-con?, rough oral sex, deepthroat, choking, gagging, breath play, fear play, biting, floor cleaning, painal, hair pulling, more slapping, emotion play, somewhat/barely edited
Being a leader of a group can be tiring enough, what more when there are 12 total members? Everyone in the group looks up to Haseul, she’s so caring and loving, she’s almost like the mother in the group. Always taking care of her members, always comforting them, always being there for them, it can get tiring for her sometimes but the way everyone looks so happy and content is enough of a reward for the struggles she faces having to deal with her 11 girls. They love her and she loves them back.
However, sometimes Haseul wants something else, needs something else, something totally the opposite of her current position in the group. She needs someone to look up to, someone to be her leader, someone to hold her. Haseul found it impossible to ask her groupmates about this problem, she just couldn’t bring herself to talk to them about it, every time she thought she was ready to speak no words came out of her mouth. It wasn’t just embarrassment or fear, there was something in her holding herself back from reaching out, something within her preventing her from telling even the closest people in her life about such a deeply disturbing problem that’s affecting her.
That’s when she realized that even if she told anyone about it, even her closest friends and family, there was nothing they could do to appease that inner desire of hers. That’s when she realized that she needs a complete stranger to fulfill her darkest needs, someone who wouldn’t judge such a need that she has, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to deliver through with her requests. That’s when she realized that it’s more than just having a leader, more than just having someone to look up to, more than just an external force. That’s when she realized that her needs reach far deeper than she thought, not just her mind or her heart but rather her whole body needs it. That’s when she realized she doesn’t need a leader, she needs an owner. She doesn’t need someone to look up to, she needs to look up at someone. She doesn’t want to be someone important, she wants to be nobody. She doesn’t want to comfort, she wants to be hurt.
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“What’s taking you so long?” You can see on Haseul’s face that she’s tired from whatever it is she did prior to calling you, she puts on a dainty smile but it’s wiped away so quickly with how stern you sound. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips before finally answering, “Uhhh… I left a little late—” Haseul pulls the microphone on her earbuds closer to her mouth “—Master.” A whisper so faint even you could barely hear it but you didn’t press her to say it louder, public humiliation wasn’t on your agenda today, you have something else in store for Haseul when she finally reaches you, especially after having to make you wait for so long.
“Didn’t I tell you to be here at 4 sharp?” Your tone is gradually rising as you speak and you just see Haseul on your screen sink deeper into her seat out of humiliation.
“But we had—” “No ‘buts’ what did I tell you? I don’t care what you’re doing or where you’re at, if I set a time, you should be here at that time. Maybe I should just call s—”
“NO!” Haseul covers her mouth as she reactively opposes you. Her expression quickly changes to one of panic, both from screaming inside a tiny car and from even daring to go against your wishes. She quickly apologizes to the driver then bows her body as much as she can to apologize to you. “I-I mean… do whatever you want, Master. I am sorry.”
If there’s one thing to describe Haseul it’s determination and she wants nothing more in the world than to have your gaze to be solely on her, just the mere thought or mention of any of your other toys makes her desperate to the point where she goes against everything else, goes against her “code” just to keep you to herself.
You check your list of schedules and it seems like Haseul is the only one available for at least two more hours, so even if you wanted to give her emotional pain, the best you could really do is bluff. Not that it would matter to Haseul, she will believe any word you will say—the real problem is with your needs, without Haseul or any other toy, you’ll be left alone and sexually frustrated.. “Fine.” Just one word is enough to make Haseul bounce joyfully in her seat then immediately after she puts a serious face on, ready to follow any order you give her even from inside a taxi.
You didn’t really intend on doing it but given that you don’t have any other toys to play with at the moment, it will have to do. “What are you wearing?” you ask and Haseul simply extends her arm and angled the phone at her body, from seeing a view of just her face to everything but. A black camisole and jean shorts, a very typical outfit for her. Nothing too special about it aside from lots of skin and slight curvature of her chest along her tight top.
“Take it all off, play with yourself.” Although she’s in a stranger’s car, Haseul doesn’t hesitate to follow orders. You see her unbutton her shorts then not-so-elegantly shimmy them past her hips, it is a struggle enough having to remove them with her ass in the way but using only one hand while seated in a car makes it even harder. This isn’t the graceful strip tease Haseul hoped it would be, her smile weakens and you can just see the panic slowly start to build up within her. You’re simply watching her and yet the prospect of disappointing you acts like surveillance on her entire being.
Haseul forgoes visual for speed but ends up grunting just a little too loudly, she freezes for a split second, looking over to the front before resuming her poor attempt at an elegant show. After a tedious couple of seconds, Haseul finally manages to get her shorts past her hips and it smoothly sails down her legs and onto the floor. What’s left behind is her shaved pussy, wet and ready for any debauchery you plan to bring upon her.
She lowers herself in her seat, trying to conceal herself as much as possible from the driver and potentially from other cars who might just peer through the window. As opposed to her shorts, her top and bra lift over her chest with ease, revealing her full round breasts to you—above her mounds you can see faded black ink spelling out the word “SLAVE” just beneath her bunched up clothing, still not fully erased from yesterday’s session.
Haseul spreads her legs as much as she can then sticks her ring and middle into her snatch. She chooses not to go fast so as to not alert the driver of how she’s defiling his vehicle but you have other plans. “Cum for me, Haseul. Before you get here I want you to cum in that seat.” Haseul’s eyes widen from nervousness, this is the most humiliating thing you’ve asked her to do ever since you strolled her around naked in the middle of the night but her calling to serve and obey you stands above all and not a second later her eyes glitter with resolve.
Haseul ups her pace while trying to be discreet as possible, with one hand holding the phone and the other busy with her pussy, best she can do to not be noticed is to bite her lips down and hope the car is loud enough to drown the wet sounds emanating from fingering herself.
If traffic is how it usually is like other days then that means Haseul only has a few minutes to complete her task so you sit back and wait to see how Haseul approaches this. What makes this even funner is seeing the struggle on Haseul’s face as she tries to get herself off in subpar conditions—only slightly comfortable, not able to moan, not having her tits played with, and not having your cock in her makes it so hard for her but Haseul’s determination keeps her going, that and the fact that she doesn’t want to upset you.
By the second it’s getting harder for Haseul to maintain herself, her lips start to part every now and then, sometimes she catches herself mid-moan and bites down on her lips to quiet herself, other times they slip right past and cause such lewd sounds to fill the dead air. You smile seeing your toy so obedient and Haseul flashes a quick smile in return of your approval of her. Your smile seems to trigger something else in her as you see her chest start to heave faster and her fingers to pump harder, your effect on her is huge even if all you did was curl your lips upward.
She adds her index to the mix and by now she’s slowly starting to lose herself to the heat of the moment. Her eyes slowly start to close and her mouth stays wide open. You can even start to hear her fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy together with lewd squelching, her moans start to get louder too as she slowly forgets about the situation she’s in. You wonder what’s going on in that head of hers but you decide not to disturb her lest you break her concentration.
Total ignorance of her surroundings as Haseul treats her digits like a cock wanting to cum deep inside of her, her pussy leaks so much that it coats her hand and the seat in her own juices, her moans turn to shouts of passion as her hips grind against her hand. You notice Haseul starting to arch her back and her legs closing around her fingers, she’s close and you both know it. Maybe she will be able to do something that pleases you for once today.
That is, until the car comes to a complete stop. You look out of your window and there you see the taxi and you can kinda see Haseul still going at it inside. It’s only when the driver clears his throat that she notices she’s at her destination “Ma’am… ummm, we’re here.” Haseul’s eyes go completely wide as she looks forward at the driver’s seat but the shock of finding out that the driver sees her in such a state doesn’t compare to when she looks at her phone to see your blank stare. You let out a sigh and shake your head. “Just pay him well for his troubles. Leave your clothes there, I’ll meet you inside.” Your deadpan delivery is like a knife through her heart, you can see Haseul on the verge of tears just by talking to her like that.
Haseul takes out two yellow bills from her wallet and hands them to the driver using her clean hand. “K-Keep the change,” she says as she bows profusely before exiting the taxi. You see Haseul step out of the vehicle in full nude, the neighborhood isn’t that packed with houses spaced far enough apart from each other but hopefully a neighbor or two gets a nice show of a busty woman running up to your house.
Haseul tries to greet you with a warm smile but the disappointment on your face makes her want to ball up in shame. You take her bag and throw it across the room, Haseul’s face is full of fear, not from the potential damage to her belongings but with how you stare her down. You grab her by the neck and pin her against the wall, Haseul immediately starts to choke and her hands involuntarily rise to meet yours but make no attempt to pull you off of her.
“I told you to be here by 5, not 5:30 but 5.” Your free hand rises and comes crashing down straight onto Haseul’s cheek immediately leaving a bright red mark on it. “Master, we—” The back of your hand meets her other cheek, for you it stings a little as you make contact but you’re sure Haseul gets the worse end. “Excuses, excuses, excuses. Don’t you bullshit me with any of that.”
“What’s this?” You point at the word still tattooed to her chest “Can’t even clean yourself properly?” Another offense, another slap. “And you can’t even cum when I ask you to, you’ve disappointed me thrice today, before even setting foot in my place. Three times, Haseul, just be thankful no one else is around or else I would have sent you away by now.” Another backhand strikes Haseul and tears start to stream down her face. “If you ever disappoint me again today, I’m calling someone else in. I’m gonna tie you up and make you watch as I fuck someone else and call them my favorite toy.”
You let go of Haseul and she crumbles into a sobbing mess on the floor, she kneels and holds onto your legs, crying and begging. “I’m sorry, Master. I-I’ll do anything, be anything. Treat me like a whore, use me how you see fit.” It’s such an empowering feeling having such a respected woman like Haseul be on her knees with her ass hanging higher than her own head and completely belittling herself for your own pleasure.
Haseul stays put, not moving an inch from her position if not told to. You bend down and caress her ass, your hand travels down along her spine and meets her head where you grab a handful of her long black hair and tug her upright. Haseul’s face is such a mess, one side is reddened while the other is slightly bruised.
You pull your pants down and bring your cock out. Before Haseul can even ready herself, you’re already pushing yourself past her lips, showing no remorse as you completely sheathe yourself in her mouth. Haseul chokes and gags repeatedly, spewing spit out of the corners of her lips faster than tears can come out of her eyes.
You grip the sides of Haseul’s head and repeatedly slam her face against your pelvis, she coughs every time you hilt and it’s just one of the most pleasant sounds you’ve heard all day. You don’t stop to even consider her well-being, not even giving her a chance to adjust herself or at least prepare, sometimes you even forget that the thing you’re using is less of a thing and more of a living breathing human-being.
Haseul keeps eye contact with you, through the pain, through the tears, her stare says a lot. Her stare tells you to keep going, to not stop, to give her the punishment she deserves.
There’s no love, no care, no sympathy, no passion that goes into every shove you make against the back of her head. It’s all just anger and lust powering your hands and hips, just all the stress and sexual aggression expressed with the way you make Haseul take your entire length inside of her mouth. However, it’s not enough, you need more, Haseul needs more. Simply using her head like your own personal fleshlight isn’t enough, not degrading enough, not dehumanizing enough. This isn’t even entirely a punishment, it’s just one of Haseul’s many duties as a toy dialed up to an 11.
You pinch her nose closed and Haseul’s teary eyes begin to resonate with fear once more. Instantly you begin to feel her throat tighten as she struggles to breathe through her mouth. She tries to breathe in some air when your cock has mostly gone out of the way but then you just thrust in again while Haseul is inhaling and she chokes more intensely than before. You didn’t think her mouth could have been any better but here you are now, enjoying the best blowjob you’ve had in a while from someone nearly about to pass out.
Haseul lightly taps on your leg to give some warning but rather than slow down you just speed up, giving her less room to get oxygen. You begin to feel the rise of an overpowering sensation but at the same time you start to see Haseul’s eyes slowly closing. You quickly pull out and Haseul heavily gasps for air, mouthing a silent “Thank you” as she looks at you with grateful eyes.
After a few huffs you thrust back inside while Haseul’s in the middle of taking in some air. She chokes uncontrollably and it only serves as intense pleasure for you as her throat constricts you harder than any other body part of hers could manage. You pinch her nose again while keeping your other hand firmly on the back of her head. You start to thrust your hips in time with each slam of her head, ridding whatever sense of care you have left for her. With the added pressure around your girth it didn’t take long for you to start erupting inside Haseul, the first few bursts went straight down but you made sure that the rest pools up on her tongue.
You pull yourself out and Haseul collapses again, this time on her side. She holds her neck as she coughs wildly, spilling a lot of spit and cum in front of her. After, she lays quietly on her side, mouth open, drool dripping, making an absolute mess on your pristine floor. You grab Haseul’s bag and rummage through her belongings to find her phone then you start taking pics of her pathetically lying on the ground. “Aww, look at you, so pretty down there.” You then get close to her face and take close-up shots of her disheveled face with all the different liquids covering it. “This one looks perfect,” you say as you change her wallpaper to one of the pictures you’ve taken, replacing the one from the previous session which was her mouth full of piss. You take a few more pictures of Haseul from different angles before putting her phone aside.
Finally done with your fun, you nudge Haseul with your foot, “Get up, clean your mess.” However, Haseul doesn’t budge so you tap her with your foot again, “I said clean your mess, don’t make me ask a third time.” You can tell that she’s listening to you with the way she tries to move her body but fails to find the strength to move. Growing impatient, you take matters into your own hands. You roll her over on her stomach and press her face against the cold tile, immediately you can hear her mouth sucking away at the spill she has created.
As you leave Haseul to work like a makeshift vacuum, you kneel and turn your attention to hear rear, raised high up to be presented just for you. Her legs shimmer under the light, covered in a fresh coat of her own juices, you glance and confirm a wet stain on your floor where she once knelt. You slide two fingers across her slit and gather up her nectar. You give it a little lick then give an unamused sigh, it’s still that same salty taste with a bit of sweetness. Not nearly as delicious as any of the others you have tasted, maybe you should start controlling her diet too, you make a mental note for yourself for the future
“You haven’t came yet, right Haseul?” you ask as you stick the same two fingers inside her cunt, Haseul squirms at the sudden invasion of her entrance. “N-No, Master,” she momentarily stops cleaning the floor to answer, there’s a hint of hope in her voice, perhaps longing to finally climax ever since her escapade in the taxi. But you have no plans for that, instead you push her head back down, “Keep it that way. Since your pussy has disappointed me already today, I think I’ll use your ass. If you cum before I do, well let’s just say I won’t be happy about it.” You give her a spank as you chuckle, a sick and twisted game for you to enjoy and for her to suffer through. Haseul’s body tenses up and her rim puckers as you mention the last line, she was close to release prior to her arrival so keeping it in for longer would be a pain. “Yes, Master, I will.” The pain and sadness is evident in her voice, trying her best to keep it together.
You line yourself up and instantly push through into her sphincter, the two of you groan out loud as it proves harder to penetrate Haseul’s ass this time around. You can feel Haseul tightening herself up, creating a grip so strong it rivals that of her air-deprived throat. Continue to push, dig your fingers into her flesh as you pull her hips towards you. Grunt as every inch gets slowly devoured by her ass, slowly but surely you make your way deeper and deeper until you feel her skin touch with yours. It feels tighter than her mouth but that’s all it’s got going for it, doesn’t have the choking sensation of her throat, the wet and rough feeling of her tongue, or the warm embrace of her lips. If you could fuck her face the way you did earlier all the time then you would do it but what you want is to harm her, not impair her.
You keep yourself still and bask in the effort of Haseul squeezing herself around you but other than that, there’s nothing else except for the sounds of heavy breathing. You tug on Haseul’s hair and lift her up, on the floor remains some of the mess she had made prior but regardless it remains. You pull her so that your mouth can reach her ear then you whisper, “Didn’t I tell you to clean that up already?” You lick the back of her ear then bite on it, Haseul shouts in pain, if you bit any stronger you probably would have made it bleed. “Y-Yes, Master. I’m sorry, I will do my job,” she says frantically. You slowly lower her but halfway down you let go and let her fall, Haseul barely catches herself just in time to not faceplant on the ground.
As she starts lapping the floor up like a thirsty dog, you feel her ass unclench every now and then. It seems like having her focus split between a degrading task and a mind-numbing condition is too much for her to handle all at once.
You begin to slide out slowly, then back in, then out, then in. Finding a relaxed pace to start with, you aren’t entirely cynical, you want to see Haseul succeed in at least one task you’ve assigned her. You continue to pace your cock in and out of her ass while listening to a cycle of moans, heavy breaths, and sucks coming from way below you.
Sing a tune in your head, gauge the passing seconds. Count the time in your head but without a clock you couldn’t really be truly sure, has it been a minute? Maybe two? Three? Did you sing too fast? Too slow? Regardless you start counting down from sixty, mentally giving Haseul one last minute to see if she can do it. You’re rooting for her, really, it’s a little sad seeing Haseul fail so many things in so little time, it’s unlike her. As much as she voices out how much she deserves punishment, she much prefers serving and obeying every command and order you give her.
“Five… four… three… two… one…” Time is up for your human mop. You pull out completely then tug her hair back forcefully. You look over her shoulder to assess the floor, you’re happy to see that it’s clean—but as you look closely, you see just a few drops of white still staining the ground. Haseul gasps as she notices it too, you turn to her and she breaks down crying. “I-I’m sorry, Master, I failed you. I don’t mean to disappoint you like this, p-punish me, hurt me… I-I deserve this for being so useless.”
You smile as you hear the sweet and delicate words escape Haseul’s lips, it really is an invigorating feeling, having all this power over someone, having so much influence over her that even simple changes in your expression can make or break her.
You let go of Haseul and stand. Unprompted, she turns around and kneels by your feet, a predicament she’s found herself countless times in the past that she no longer needs to be told what to do. She keeps her hands on her lap, her eyes closed, and her face pointing up at you.
You had a different plan in mind for her but this alternative would suffice, you wouldn’t turn down such an offer especially when it’s presenting itself like that, only a madman would pass up such an opportunity. And besides, nothing wrong with giving a little something extra. After all, it wouldn’t hurt anyone—well, anyone besides Haseul.
You cup the side of Haseul’s face, soft and delicate to the touch, pristine skin ruined by hints of abuse made by you and you’re only going to make it look worse. It’s a shame really, a pretty and elegant face like hers reduced to an outlet of anger and disappointment. But you couldn’t really care less, in fact it uplifts you to see such beauty defiled and you take immense pleasure being the sole cause of it.
Haseul’s breath begins to hitch, the anticipation getting the best of her, a torture in and of itself. She’s not used to this, having your hand be this close to her face without even as much as a sting let alone having it be touched so gently. You can’t help yourself, normally she’s a crying and begging mess by now but that extra second of staring at her makes you pause in your tracks. You feel your heart skip a beat as both your hands move to touch her face, brushing her cheeks, fixing stray hairs, wiping away spit and sweat. Haseul opens her eyes, staring back with a mixture of hesitation and awe.
“Master—” Inquisitive and confused, Haseul looks at you like you’re a complete stranger “—please, punish me.” Her words bring you out of your daydream, slightly tearing something within you in the process, a part of you that you never knew existed in the first place. Haseul doesn’t want love or affection, she’s here to atone for her sins, to serve her master, to look up to someone much higher than her. For a second you lost track of that, for a second you saw her in a different light, saw yourself in a different light. But no, that’s not what you’re here for nor is it what she’s here for.
You shrug off all unwanted feelings and focus back on the matter at hand. Though you hesitate, your brief moment of longing strikes weakness in you. Haseul begs with her eyes as she kneels on the ground, awaiting the punishment that you’re becoming too scared to give. Haseul takes your hand and puts it on her cheek. “Master, please.” You close your eyes as you wind your arm back, channeling your energy as you take a swing at Haseul’s face. Your hand connects and the slap echoes in the vicinity, you open your eyes to see Haseul with a bright red mark on her, crying silent tears as she continues to present her face. A part of you dies but another feels alive, the surge of adrenaline rushing through your body as you savor the sight beneath you. You take your arm back again, this time without hesitation, and deliver another slap right in the same spot, Haseul’s cheek glowing red from the harsh treatment.
You turn her around and kneel behind her, quickly resuming your position earlier—a hand gripping the roots of her long hair and another at her side. You put Haseul’s arms behind her back then outstretch your arm so that she’s right above the spot she missed on the floor, a constant reminder of her failure just staring her in the face. You line yourself back up to her rear entrance, “Remember, don’t cum before I do.” Haseul frantically nods her head as best she could, even before you finished your sentence, wanting to just get it out of the way and straight to the action.
The remainder of Haseul’s spit that coated your cock has long dried out by now, but that’s not really a problem for you to deal with.
You spread one of her cheeks as much as you can to see the ever familiar hole looking at you and to make it easier for the both of you. Her rim already looks a little sore and red, you plan to make that better. Again, the initial push has some troubles as Haseul clenches herself, this time however, you aren’t going to go that easy on her.
You push inside slow and steady but once the head has fully disappeared, you ram the rest of your length inside of her ass. The dry friction of her anal walls makes you groan but that doesn’t compare to what Haseul is feeling. Her scream almost splits your ears as you plunge your entirety within her. Her whole body tenses up from how sudden it was, you give her half a second to adjust before pulling out just enough then ramming back in. Out and in, out and in, out and in, only this time you’re going much harsher, much harder, much faster. Reducing Haseul to mere grunts and moans as her dry entrance greedily hugs you.
Only after a while does Haseul find her voice again. “It hurts! Y-Yes, yes, yes, fuck! Harder… harder, Master. Make it hurt more. Punish me like the bitch that I am!” The words just flow naturally out of her, profanities, moans, and whatever other degrading name just spew out of her mouth like it’s nothing. Haseul is truly in her element—pain and punishment, nowhere else have you seen her with such drive and energy.
You do as requested, digging your digits into her side as you pound her hard. However, you find your grip rather unsatisfactory, with one hand holding her head up, having just one on her hip isn’t doing the job you want it to do. You adjust higher and higher on her body until your hand is pulling down on her shoulder. Your nails dig into her skin and your hand grips the base of her hair with all your might, each earning their own screams of pleasing pain from Haseul.
Haseul’s in her element, perhaps a little bit too much. You start to notice her letting loose and succumbing to the pain and pleasure. Her ass adjusts and unclenches while her body goes limp and surrenders its weight to your hands. You aren’t even close to cumming yourself, you can only imagine where this will end up.
“I’m so close… Master, I’m so close, please…” In between moans, Haseul utters breathless warnings of her coming orgasm. You try to open your mouth but by then it’s too late, before even a single sound escapes from your lips, Haseul’s has made plenty. “FUCK! Oh, fuck! Master… I’m… ahhh—“ Her legs quiver and give way, leaving her entire weight to be held up through your two hands on her upper body.
Another mess on your floor, another order disobeyed, another punishment waiting to be given.
You pull out then pull Haseul by her hair towards you, forcing her to kneel down and face you head on. The sudden sharp pain pulls Haseul down from her high and the horror returns on her face. She slowly shakes her head as tears pour down once more, whispering between heavy breaths, “No… please… I’m sorry… Master, forgive me…”
“You can’t cum when I ask you to and then you cum when I tell you not to,” you say disappointedly, you send a quick text on your phone as you shake your head. “How many is that now, five? At least five times you couldn’t do what I told you to do? What happened, Haseul? You were doing just fine yesterday.” You simply sigh at Haseul who looks on with pure terror in her eyes opposing your rather blank stare.
To you it’s all just a game, all just pleasure, but to Haseul it’s way beyond that—it’s worship, subservience, servitude. You couldn’t really care less who is kneeling down in front of you with the multitude of toys that you own but to Haseul, you’re her one and only, the only master she serves, the one she devotes herself to.
“Did you have a change of heart all of a sudden, are punishments the only thing you want now? Because that’s not that hard to give.” Your arm swings wide and your palm connects with her face, so strong it almost toppled her over. “See? It’s so simple. If that’s all you want then all you have to do is tell me, I don’t mind.” Your other arm mimics the same motion, equalizing the redness on Haseul’s cheeks.
Haseul just shakes her head, “N-No, Master. I… I wish to serve and follow you. But… punish me when I deserve it and right now I deserve to be punished, Master.” Haseul closes her eyes and braces herself for another hit which you gladly give, this one stronger than the previous, this one sending her falling to her side. Haseul catches herself then gets back to position, raising her head while on her knees, presenting her face to receive another slap.
Slap after slap befalls Haseul, her cheeks get redder and redder with some parts a deeper shade of red than her pale lips. You’ve lost count of how many slaps you have given by now but it’s gotten to the point where your palms start to sting. But no matter how many times you slap Haseul, no matter how many times she falls down, she remains relentless. Even with tears rolling down her face, Haseul doesn’t hesitate one bit to get back on her knees and present her face. That’s what you love about Haseul, the persistence she has even in the face of pain and disappointment, she keeps pushing through, all just to please you. But unfortunately for her, the amusement you have gotten from her tenacity doesn’t amount to the dissatisfaction she’s earned throughout the few hours you’ve been with her today.
You continue to release your pent up aggression through your palms connecting with her delicate cheeks but no matter how many you’ve given and how many you continue to give, it just isn’t enough. As much as you like to use Haseul as your outlet, the sheer amount of displeasure she’s given doesn’t make it as satisfying for you. No matter how strong or how often, it still never seems to be enough, it’s gotten to the point where the problem has outgrown its source.
You start to wind your arm back when your phone starts to ring. “I wonder who could that be,” you say rather rhetorically with a smirk on your face, the once lifeless and weak Haseul suddenly springs up as she hears the call incoming, dread and anxiety loom over her as the implication of your words mean anything but good news. “I’m sorry, Haseul, but today I’m just starting to doubt you. Thankfully there’s someone here who can help me fix that problem of yours.” You answer and on the screen pops up a very, very familiar face to the both of you.