Princess Eyes

Tags : Passionate sex, Hidden sex, Drunk sex, Creampie, Drunk Submission

“AHHH! I can’t believe you came! I’m so happy to see you oppa! Hehehe” squealed Chaewon ecstatically, hugging onto your left arm without even waiting for your reply

“Yeah yeah of course I’d be here ChaeChae, Happy Birthday!” you winced, half annoyed and half content with letting the girl do as she wished

Chaewon was your best friend since elementary school. Your parents always got along exceptionally well, bonding over 80s songs and old operas. Before you knew it, the two of you were extras on their trips to operas, playing in hotel rooms as the sound of sopranos belting out high notes reverberated through thin walls. She was a sister to you, and you were glad to be there on her special day

“Someone’s looking beautiful! Happy birthday Chaewon!” a graceful voice sounded from your right, it’s owner smoothly enveloping the enthusiastic girl in a warm hug

Kwon Eunbi. Your cool and classy girlfriend. The two of you have been together since high school. Eunbi was always a natural born leader. Student council president, club head, tennis team captain, you name it, she did it. It’s been a few years now, with the both of you in your 20s, but the look in her eyes never changed.

The look of a princess, ready to play the social game of pleasantry and poise, win, and bring the both of you up the social ladder:

You often wondered how you ended up with such a protagonist for a girlfriend, but then you remembered, you’re the only one who can see through her. And tonight, see through her you will.

“Go ahead and say hi to everyone else! I’ll see you two later okay? Love ya!” Chaewon shouts as she disappears into a crowd of her dazzled up friends.

“Shall we, darling?” Eunbi smiles, wrapping her hands around your arm just like the girl before her, leading you into the crowd.

The two of you weave through magenta cushioned couches, stepping over the shoes and heels of countless other guests invited to the classy rooftop bar. The stars shone faintly above you, with dimly lit yellow lightbulbs suspended on wires illuminating the venue.

Of course, a party isn’t complete without some meaningless socializing, and before you knew it, you had spent hours running into acquaintances making small talk. Eunbi shined in these situations, she laughed along with the men’s empty boastings, complimented the women on their poorly chosen outfits, and directed the topic away from me when I started getting tired.

To the untrained eye, it might have looked like you were being led by Eunbi, a poorly matched partner pulling down the puppet strings of class she charmed these strangers with.

However, the truth couldn’t be more different. You saw it, how her soft and fair cheeks slowly warmed with blush that didn’t quite seem to be makeup, how her bountiful chest joined her arm around yours, hugging your body closer and closer, letting you feel her warmth.

Call it the alcohol, but you knew that she couldn’t last for much longer.

“Hey hey! Oppa! Eunbi unnie! This is Jay! He’s my new boyfriend I was telling you guys about!” Chaewon blitzes into your point of view, accompanied by a smirking man dressed in a similar tuxedo to your own.

“Hey man, nice to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Jay!”

You and Eunbi exchange pleasantries with the man, his eyes leaving your own after a sleazy handshake, wandering towards the globes of goodness pressed against your arm.

“I didn’t know you had such a… hot looking friend babe” Jay whistles, looking over Eunbi’s smooth, yet taut body.

“Jay!! Don’t do that! Aren’t I your favorite girl? Hmph!” Chaewon turns her head away from him, leaving her flustered boyfriend whispering of his love for her to calm her down.

“You’re mean”

Eunbi looks up at you, a lazy smile starting to form on her pink lips

“Oopsie” Your hand leaves her bountiful ass. You’re both a bit drunk, and the whole time Jay was looking her over, you had a hand kneading Eunbi’s creamy cheeks, fingers occasionally flicking under her pink satin dress to dance along her inner thighs. With how tightly she was clinging on to you, and how moist the soft skin of her fit thighs were. You knew what she wanted.

“ChaeChae! We’ll be going for a breather alright? Too many people on this rooftop, you know how shy I can get” you grab Chaewon’s attention, both her and her boyfriend only taking a moment from their petty argument to wish you both goodbye.

“Bye man”

“Yeah yeah, at least you’re going on a breather with your girlfriend, right Jay?”

“Ugh, I’m sorry alright babe?”

There was a time when you would care enough to break the two of them up, but seeing Jay devour your woman with his eyes woke a desire in you, a desire you knew you weren’t alone in feeling.

As the bickering couple’s voices receded behind you, so did the sounds of the mingling, the wine glasses, the jazz music. Eventually, all you could hear were Eunbi’s soft, warm breaths tickling your arm. The look in her eyes was gone now, gone was the manipulative princess ready to dominate the social battlefield, instead replaced by half open eyelids and a deep lust, a lust for you.

“Darlingg” drawled out Eunbi, the two of you walking down a hallway to the elevator in the high rise city building

“Yeah? Someone’s worked up huh” you smirk, an index finger tapping your girlfriend’s half open mouth in jest as the clicking of her heels echoes in the hall.

“You know, we just need to get home, then I can get all of this annoying satin off of you, maybe we could even d-” you start to whisper, cutting yourself off as you feel a wet, delicate tongue on your finger.

“Mmph! Now, lets do it now, da-r-ling” Eunbi accentuates each syllable with a lick on your finger, now standing, her silky leg wrapping around yours, right in front of the elevator.

Fuck.

You explode, carrying Eunbi over your shoulder like she’s a little girl, listening to her half drunken laugh in your ear as you stumble through the hallway, pushing open the access door into an empty service stairway.

The staircase is cold with wind shafting up from the countless floors below. The only light is from the neon green exit sign above the door you just entered through. But that’s enough for you.

You sit down on a cold stair, letting Eunbi straddle you as your back rests against the metal railing, legs spread out like a drunk passed out on the street.

“K-kiss me darling, I need you, please” You sit up, your larger lips smashing into Eunbi’s smaller ones. Her hips grind into your clothes crotch, the pinkish cloth of her dress bunching up around her waist as she feverishly humps against you.

“M-mph!” Eunbi squeals into your kiss as your clumsy hands lift her dress over her head. In the moment of separation as the sequined garment disappears, you behold your masterpiece.

The faint fluorescent light illuminates a thin layer of sweat on Eunbi’s body. The curves of her hips shimmering in exertion as you watch every muscle go into rubbing her cotton panties onto your covered cock. Eunbi’s breasts heave in the light, her bra soon unbuttoned by her over enthusiastic hands to reveal a pair of gorgeously pink areolas. Her tits shake as she grinds, with her smooth and lithe legs spread around you to form the perfect 3D experience, head tilted in a forever gasp between her pretty lips to show how much she wants it, how much she wants you.

“You’ve been waiting all night for this haven’t you princess? Smiling and accommodating all those faceless nobodies, who were you really thinking of, mmm?” You whisper into her ear as you pepper kisses down her collarbone, lips brushing against her breasts and cock straining against the fabric of her underwear in a tantalizing tease.

“Yes! Yes! I like helping you meet new people, being the good girlfriend at your side, but I love this more!! I love being your slut! Ermph!” Eunbi moans out as you tear her panties apart, inserting a finger into her grasping snatch as another hand undresses to free your throbbing member.

“Tell me how much you want it then. Hmm?” You suck on her hard and taut nipples as your cock rubs against the outside of her dripping folds. Eunbi is desperate at this point, whimpering as her hips try and fail to slide you into her in her half-drunken stupor.

“Please! I n-need youu darlingg! I’m tired of smiling around for s-strangers, all I want is to be your.. y-your cockwarmer! Your little whore to fuck as you want!” She drawls out in intoxicated pleading

With you face buried in her glorious chest, you smile.

“Ugh! Yes! J-just like that!” Eunbi squeals as you grab her by the ass, quickly bouncing her on your swollen cock while your hips buck into her. She’s impossibly tight, with her pleasure dripping out of her folds and onto your balls. In front of you, her eyes are seductive, egging you on with a lipbite while you suck on a delectable left nipple.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight, such a perfect pussy for me to use, for me to cum into” you groan out, the sound of your balls slapping against her milky thighs as you thrust up into Eunbi.

“YESS!! Fuck yes darlingg, I- I love you so much! A-AHH!” In her enthusiasm to bounce on your cock, to be a warmer for you, the two of you fall onto the stair landing a step below with a dull thud. The short impact lets your cock tunnel even deeper into Eunbi, and her womanly walls clench at the depth you mate her in.

“F-fuck fuck fuck fuck! Y-yess d-darlingg!” Eunbi is barely understandable now, and you can’t control yourself much longer either. Your back on the cold floor, the scent of sex fills the air as Eunbi falls onto you, pushing her hard nipples against your chest as she settles for grinding up and down your cock, worshipping it like a life sized fleshlight, legs working against your sides to let her envelope the entire length of the dick of the man she loves.

“E-Eunbi, I’m gonna fucking cum in you. Are you gonna be a good girl and take it for me? Are you gonna cum with me princess?” you whisper, looking up from the warm and sweaty body of your lover, her dripping folds gliding up and down on your throbbing cock to suck on her neck.

“Fuck fuck f-uck! Yes darling! I’m yours! Cum in me, give it all to me! Let Eunbi wring it out of you with her slutty cockwarmer pussy! AHH!” Eunbi screams in carnal need

“Take it! Ugh!! I’m cumming Eunbi!!”

“FUCK!! DARLING!! AHH!!”

Eunbi screams as she climaxes, her hips never stopping to grind on your cock as you spurt your virile seed inside of her waiting folds. Her legs hug you while her breasts rub against your chest. You cum hard, filling her up with semen as you stare at the woman above you, her needy tongue out as she settles her ass on your crotch, sucking out any remaining gobs of cum from your empty balls.

The exit sign flickers with the sound of partygoer footsteps passing the unsuspecting stairway , and as Eunbi collapses on you, you smile into her satisfied eyes.

“Good girl, princess.”

Due Date

Tags : Breeding, Lazy to Needy sex, Soft Domination

dedicated to @rosiesmuts​, the one who made me think of this gorgeous girl. 

“Where is she?”

You thought to yourself as shorts-clad legs carried you through the beach house lawn. The sky shines in a lovely combination of blue and gray above, the sound of kids laughing in the distance mixed with the calm ocean breeze, wafting through the canopy of coconut trees bordering the property.

As beautiful as the scenery was, you ignored it, eyes searching for her— for Rosé.

There she was. Lounging on a blue-striped hammock, her signature rose blonde hair tied in an adorable braid that hung over her shoulder. Long legs, toned abs, hands cradled behind her head. A goddess.

“Mmm, hey honey, you’re back!”

You loved how she pronounced “honey”, her australian accent drawling out of lazy, pursed lips.

“Yep! Just dropped the kids off at the beach, they seem to be having lots of fun huh” You laughed

Rosé sheepishly grinned at you, “Sorry, I know my siblings can be a handful sometimes. You look like a dad when you’re with them you know?”

Laughing, you lie down beside her, and she lies her head onto your arm, the hammock gently swaying from its new guest.

You loved being close to Rosé. You kissed the soft skin of her neck as you gently spooned her, laying her on her side as your larger legs intertwined with her more petite ones.

“Hehe, I love you too babe, but did you forget what day it is today?” she teasingly whispers, playing with your rough fingers as she feels your kisses stop.

The realization hits you like a truck.

Today’s the due date.

*2 YEARS AGO*

“With birth rates falling across the country, both gynecologists and politicians all around Korea wonder— how can they get more couples to start families?”

“Mmm” Rosé mewls as she stretches out on the couch, the news on TV a faint drone in her ears, already muffled by the fabric of your joggers as she naps on your lap. 

“Wait babe, we’re a couple too! Are we ever gonna, you know…” you shyly start to ask, your eyes lingering on Rosé’s arched back, the delicious curve of her butt cheeks ever so apparent as it digs into the cushion. 

Rosé opens one eyelid, looking up at you with an expression akin to that of a daydreaming child. 

“Hmm…”

“I mean I don’t want to rush us! It’s just that we’re getting married in two years you know? Remember the whole beach getaway we have planned with our families? That villa looks sick right babe? hehe” 

She grins in excitement. Oh my god, she’s getting married to you! Her, your wife? It’s a fantasy she’s only dreamt of until this point. 

You lean down to give her forehead a soft kiss. Maybe this is enough, maybe adding a crowd to this couch could wait. 

“I’m sorry babe, I just don’t feel ready to have kids yet. We have so much time ahead of us!” 

Nuzzling her forehead, you smiled at how sweet she was being.

“But you know what else? I really do want to start a family with you, imagine little ones filling this place? Oh my god I can’t wait! hehehe” she giggles, her warm breath inadvertedly brushing against your crotch. 

Your cheeks burn red. You couldn’t help it, she was being so adorable, so… sexy. Your eyes flicker to your fiance’s perfect ass, the skin of her back looked so appetizing, you’d love to just lic- 

No. No, not now, you thought, reeling your desires in, gritting your teeth. 

Then you feel it, a warm and moist tongue licking up your clothed crotch, causing a bout of hardness to shoot up your reluctantly deflating member. 

“But you know what babe? I’d love to have kids with you when we get married”  Rosé’s sultry voice sounds from below.

Another lick, feminine fingertips brushing at your waistband, wanting to uncover her prize. 

“How about we call it a due date? On our honeymoon, let’s do it”

“D-do what?’ your voice falters, feeling the cold air conditioning hit your hardened cock as Rosé kneels between your legs, mouth dangerously close to the tip.

“On the due date, how about you do what you’ve wanted to all this time”

A slow lick up the length of your shaft, her wet tongue massages you. 

“You’re”

A kiss on the side this time, veins pulsing in torrid anticipation 

“Gonna”

She drags her soft tongue over your balls, sucking on them, then licking up the sack, prompting a groan from you as her lick gets closer and closer to your tip.  “Breed me”  Her delicate lips close around your cockhead, tongue swirling around it as her nimble hands massage your balls, coaxing them, pushing you over the edge. “F-FUCK! Rosé, I’m cumming!” You grip her head with shallow thrusts as your hot cum fills her mouth. Rosé obediently laps up all of your seed, tongue pressed against your shaft as her eyes look up at you. 

“Next time, make me a mommy okay?” 

*PRESENT*

Blood rushes to your head as the realization hits you, your lips resuming their kisses on Rosé’s nape—  needier and hungrier than before.

“Mmph! Babe!” 

She squeals as your leg starts moving against her. Your spooning turns into a torrid embrace, the strap of her tank top already pulled down as you kiss lower and lower. 

“I’ve been fucking waiting for this” you growl, shorts already pulled down as your hard cock rubs against her covered butt cheeks. The soft denim does nothing to cool down your swollen, pulsating member. Rosé’s ass looks and feels devilishly delicious. Perfect curves, soft and supple skin, and a faint sheen of wetness are revealed to you as greedy hands pull her pants off of her. You thrust your large, veiny, and swollen cock between her creamy thighs, with occasional rubs against her bulging clit prompting moans from the drenched Rosé.

Taking Rosé on her side has it’s perks. Your arm, previously her pillow, pulls her tank top off of her, revealing her, delicious, perky tits, topped by hard, pink areolas. 

“Mmm… Do you want me that bad baby? Do you like my thighs? They’re so ready to open for you, to give you a child.”  Rosé pants, arching her back and rubbing her thighs around your cock, rocking the hammock with her need for you. 

“Yes babe, I love your thighs, your perfect little tits, your milky *kiss* skin” 

“Mhm?” she moans, hips bucking up against yours. She turns her head in a tantalizing stare, half-open lips begging you to do her as she gives you the thigh fuck of your life.

“But you know what i’m gonna do?” Your cock leaves her thighs, a yelp escaping  Rosé’s mouth as you use your arm to flip her body over, the hammock pressing against her breasts as she lays flat on her stomach.

“I’m gonna fucking breed you.” you growl. 

A breathy moan escapes Rosé as your engorged dick pushes past her pussy lips, and into her tight canal. Your hands grab onto her ass, kneading the supple skin of her cheeks as you lean forward. You suck on Rosé‘s neck, licking behind her ear as your hips languidly slide in and out of her. She can’t move at all in this position, only managing to raise her head to moan at how deep you’re fucking her. 

“F-fuck! Babe! You’re so good! Do me! Just like that! I love your cock!” Rose screams. She’s never seen you act this way before; so soft, yet so dominating. A flower. You fucked her like she was a delicate flower. Her breasts rubbed hard against the hammock, your legs sandwiching her own in a dominating mount, while her back was covered in a layer of needy sweat. She was a flower—  ready to be taken care of, treasured, owned, then gratefully pollinated with your virile seed. 

Rosé felt so warm, so tight, so wet. Breathy moans escaped her mouth as you pressed her into the hammock. But you weren’t satisfied. This wasn’t the optimal position for insemination, for breeding. the soft hammock made it difficult to piston your cock into her the way you wanted to. It was time to move.

“Babeee, why’d you stop?” Rosé squirmed as your cock, wet with her juices, slowly pulled out of her pussy, the lips of her labia grasping on the ridge of your cockhead, not wanting to let go.

“Bend over for me baby, I want to make sure my cum ends up deep inside of you. Isn’t that what you want?” you murmur into her ear, the two of you now standing beside the wooden fencing of the beach house patio. 

The setting tropical sun cast a warm afternoon glow on Rosé’s velvety skin. You could see every curve of her hips, her tits dipping over the railing as you bent her over it. Using one hand to raise her left leg, and another to pull on her adorable pink braided hair, you piston your cock into her anticipating pussy. 

“FUCK! You’re- so- deep!”  Rosé’s mouth opens in a perpetual “o”, her breasts bouncing as she is fucked passionately, fingers barely holding onto the laquered coconut wood. You pull her head up by the braid, her back arching into a delicious curve, sweat sliding down between her ass cheeks, as juices from her quim slide down your rumbling balls. 

“Tell me what you want baby, tell me what you want your husband to do to your little pussy” you whisper into her ear, your hips never stopping in their quest to conquer, to make her truly yours. 

“I- AGH! I want my husband to breed me! Please! I’m yours! Only yours! I want your cum! My pussy is so hot baby, I need it! Put your babies in me! I’ll raise them well, I- AGH, promise!” Rosé pushes her head back into you, tonguing your lips as she pushes her ass back on your crotch in an attempt to goad you on. All her inhibitions are gone at this point. Only your seed can satisfy her, your seed deep inside her waiting, submissive pussy. 

“FUCK! I’m gonna fucking cum Rosé, make sure not to waste any of it!” you groan, about to explode.

“YES! B-breed me baby! I need it so bad.. I need your cum! Do it! Make me a mommy!”  Rosé wantonly moans, her pussy grasping your cock in a wet, carnal embrace, ready to receive new visitors, new life. 

“I’m cumming!” Your swollen, rock hard cock erupts inside Rosé, the tight walls of her snatch pulsating as they massage the precious cum out of your shaft. Your balls shake, emptying themselves as you raise Rose’s left leg higher, kissing her as shallow thrusts deliver the last of your payload inside of her. She obediently ruts against you, her pussy lips hugging your cock, her squirt running down your balls with every undulation of your hips. 

You let Rosé’s leg down, your cock, now covered in your cum and her’s slipping out of her used, bred pussy. The afternoon breeze washes over the two of you, the sun bathing you in the afterglow of a loving impregnation. Rosé leans up against you, head turning, a blush on her cheeks, as her delicate lips open to give you a sweet, thankful kiss.  

“I guess i’ll be due again soon, daddy” 

Flavors and Sensations : Chapter 1

Chapter 1.

Tags : secret masturbation, fansign, multi-work series

Link to Chapter 2

YOUR PERSPECTIVE:

Pain, that’s the first thing you felt as your eyes fluttered open. Granted, as a high schooler and part time business owner, juggling schoolwork and well, work, often left you sore from both manual labour and simply running around between jobs. Looking down at your crotch however, you realize that the soreness was concentrated at your ever-growing morning wood. “Tch. What a hassle”

With a sigh, you grab your phone and queue up some TWICE; their newest single “More and More” electrifying the room as you proceed with your Sunday Morning chores. Within minutes, the room was clean, sheets changed, trash emptied, and you’re carrying a basket of clothes to the laundry room. You hoped that the work would well, defuse your stifling erection, but if anything, your member only enlarged further. Shit, you knew you had to work on your small food stall’s profit accounting later, but it could wait for a little bit of relief..

Putting the laundry basket on your dining table, quick feet carry you to the comfort room. You sigh in relief, quickly stripping down your shorts and sitting on the toilet, hand already around your exposed dick. As if on queue, Sana’s portion in “More and More” starts, and just like that, you start to type in her name in your idol-smut search bar. “This should be enough to please me Sana-yaa ;-;” you mumble as your fingers start working over your red engorged cock. That is until the image of Sana you searched up is replaced with a..

BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ

After instinctively closing your eyes and freaking out, You peek at your phone:

“W- what the fuck??”

SANA’S PERSPECTIVE

BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ

“I wonder what’s taking him so long?” Sana whispers as she stares at the blank phone screen. The company had them start doing these video call fanmeets, and personally, she didn’t really appreciate them. Sana liked, loved meeting fans, raised to be an idol, fans were basically a part of her. When they meet her, some of them say Sana’s smile seems too big to be real. I mean, who would be so cheerful and enthusiastic meeting total strangers? Nonetheless, she genuinely enjoyed connecting with them, and the 5 minute limit placed on each member for the video call was way too short for her.

Screen Lights Up

“Ah, hello there! I’m TWICE Sana nice to meet y-“ Sana pauses, shocked as she sees what fills up the bright LED screen.

“Oh uhh hi hello! I’m Y/N! Sorry I took awhile to pick up 😅”

Sana couldn’t believe her eyes, in front of her was an engorged… penis?? She’d seen what male genitalia looked like before in her high school Sex Ed class, but this was definitely a first. Distracted by the thick, hot, rod and it’s throbbing head, Sana couldn’t help but glare at the screen.

“Hello? Miss Sana?” You cautiously asked

“OH Omo Hii hello sorry!! How are you?” Sana responded.

“God, he probably didn’t expect this call and forgot to turn his camera around too”

“Oh no if I ask him to switch his camera he’ll realize and probably leave!”

“I’m the first member he’s seen too I don’t want him to feel ostracised, I mean he did pay for this meeting!!”

These thoughts swirled in her head while you continued to introduce yourself. You talked a lot about yourself, your troubles balancing work and school, the upcoming graduation, and many more personal problems. Meanwhile, Sana continued nodding along, but her eyes couldn’t help but stay glued on to the massive, veiny, and powerful cock being stroked in front of her.

“I- it looks so big, so strong, so dominating..” Sana thought as she stared at your swollen prick. Your voice started to drown out as all she could hear was the sound of skin rubbing against skin, and the feeling of heat spreading throughout her body. Sana started unconsciously snaking a hand down to her virgin pussy, feeling up the moist wetness that developed on her creamy inner thighs, and eventually settling on rubbing the thin fabric of her panties covering her wet snatch.

TIMER : 1 MINUTE LEFT

“Honestly, I wasn’t expecting this call Sana :’) I paid for a chance to see you and next thing I know you’re right here! Thank you for being so accommodating :)” you said as you hastened the jerking of your meaty rod, prompting pre-cum to start bubbling out of the engorged head.

“N-no problem! I’m happy that our songs helped you manage y-your stress!” Sana forced the words out as she started to rub her twat even faster, the fabric of her white panties now translucent, sleek with her juices

YOUR PERSPECTIVE

“Damn, she’s so hot, good thing I’ll finish before the minute ends, j-just gotta up the mo..mentum” you thought to yourself as you continue jerking your cock faster and faster. At this point, precum has stopped flowing from the tip, and your member is pulsating, balls tightening, ready for release.

“Thank you for the time Miss Sana!!” you groaned out. To your surprise, Sana responded with a whispered “W-welcome”, and seemed to be losing herself too. “Could it be from fatigue?” You briefly worried, until you realised that she was making the perfect face for your release.

Tugging your rod and smothering the head with your own moist precum, you release at the last second, cum gushing out of your pulsating dick to the thought of the sweet TWICE Sana lapping it all up. “UGHHH Yesss” You groaned, as the last dribbles of your cum tethered out, and the video screen turned black.

“I wonder if I’ll ever have a session better than this” You thought as you cleaned up.

SANA’S PERSPECTIVE:

As the video screen blacked out, with you being the last fan for the morning, Sana quickly dropped the phone, pushed herself off her chair, and ran to the restroom. “Sorry girls! I really need to go pee hihi” she said, looking over her shoulder at her 8 members as they shot perplexed looks at her.

“Wow Sana-Unnie really gives her all in these huh?” said Tzuyu, both confused and amazed. “Well, she is the sweetest and most innocent one among us when it come to interacting with ONCEs :’)” remarked Jihyo, proud of her Sanake.

Meanwhile, Sana quickly busted through the restroom door, locked it, and collapsed on the floor. It took all of her energy to keep her juices hidden in her panties when she climaxed. Watching you cum so wildly prompted her own raging orgasm. “T-that was a first” she whispered, massaging the last bit of squirt down her milky thighs, glistening with the sheen of her cum.

With her back against the wall, and legs spread out in new sensations, she only had one thought on her mind:

“I need to find that fan”

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Link to Chapter 2

Flavors and Sensations : Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

Tags : Creampie, Teasing (food innuendos), Hard submissive, Multi-work series

Link to Chapter 1

Your Perspective:

Scene : [you in the JYPBOB kitchen]

Chicken, chicken, stupid CHICKEN

You slammed your fists on the prep table, realizing that you forgot the most important ingredient for the opening’s lunch menu. Having been just newly recruited by JYPE to run JYP BOB, the company cafeteria, you really needed today’s menu to impress. Each group’s managers sent you a list of their artists’ favorite dishes, and you had already spent last night tirelessly creating a stellar menu for the opening day.

The main dish, dakgakjeong (닭강정) is a kind of korean fried chicken, covered in sesame seeds and a spicy sauce. You knew that the artists, especially the members of TWICE, loved food with lots of heat and flavour. Accompanied with a creamy white macaroni soup, it would be the perfect first lunch.

But… your dumbass forgot to buy chicken from the market. You glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall.

11:00am

“Alright, meals for trainees are already prepared, and artists’ lunch time is at 12:00pm. If you hurry, you might just make it” you nervously whispered to yourself.

You then hurriedly undressed, placing your chef’s uniform on the table. Grabbing some money, car keys, and your company ID, you sprint out of the kitchen, cursing at yourself and hoping that there’s some chicken left at the wet market.

“First day, huh?” You mutter, smiling at the challenge.

Sana’s Perspective:

Scene: [More & More Dance Practice just finished filming]

Sana looked up at the hand being offered to her. After a whole morning of dance practice, she was spent. The energetic choreography of their newest single, “MORE & MORE”, tiring her out much more than usual.

Ever since that odd fan meet incident yesterday, Sana couldn’t stop thinking about the new and frankly, frightening feeling of bliss after cumming to that fan’s enormous c-c..

“SANA!” Jihyo shouted, sandwiching Sana’s cheeks between her sweaty palms. “You gonna take my hand?”

“Y-yes unnie :’) sorryy, your Sana spaced out 😜” she exclaimed in a way she thought sounded as bright and energetic as her usual self, but came off as halfhearted.

Jihyo stared at her, brows furrowed in a concerned look. She had been performing and training with Sana for 5 years now, and this was the first time she’s ever seen her so..

“Distracted” muttered Jihyo

“What? U-unnie?” replied Sana

“You’re distracted Sana-ya, and tired too. We should follow the others to JYP BOB, I heard it’s opening today with a hotshot new culinary director!” exclaimed Jihyo, trying to bring some excitement back into her friend.

Sana’s ears perked up at the thought of some good food. Maybe this inattentive mood was just the result of hunger? Either way, she could really use a good meal.

Walking out of the practice room with Jihyo, Sana couldn’t help but remember the events of the prior day. The way her sweat stuck her jogging pants on her legs, gathering moisture in her crotch, reminded her of the intense warmth of orgasm. She didn’t want to admit it, but while the experience was one of toe-curling bliss, she wanted.. needed, more.

Blushing with embarrassment at the thought, Sana’s hunger for good food grew ever larger, a desire that masked her intense sexual need.

11:58am

After changing into semi-formal attire, Sana and Jihyo settled at a table with the rest of the TWICE members. It seemed like the trainees and staff had all eaten already, leaving the girls alone in the cafeteria.

“Eh?? Where’s the food?” wondered Momo, she and the other members had been waiting for the last 15 minutes, and as a foodie herself, the wait wasn’t exactly pleasant.

“Don’t worry Momo unnie!! It’ll come soon. Lunch is still at 12 anyways” Tzuyu calmly mentioned, she was used to defusing food related tension in the group.

The rumbling in Sana’s belly didn’t stop.

11:59am

“Girls, i’m STARVING, i’m gonna go give that chef a piece of my mind. Hotshot ah? I wanna know what kind of hotshot leaves his customers hungry!” declared Sana, directing her anger at the alien feeling of lingering arousal from the day before, towards the lack of food.

12:00am

Just as Sana was getting up from the chair, you burst into the room. Carrying a plastic bag full of delectable chicken, he ignores the girls and immediately heads to the kitchen.

TWICE sat in stunned silence, with the sound of vegetables frying, meat cooking, and sauce bubbling filling the cafeteria.

Suddenly, Sana stomped towards the counter, slamming her hands on the cold steel surface while shouting:

“HEY, ANYONE HERE?? IT’S LUNCH AND WE DON’T SEE ANY FOOD! IF YOU’RE GONNA HAVE THE GUTS TO TAKE THIS JOB, PLEASE DON’T DISAPPOIN- eh?”

She looks down at the tray of deliciousness being served to her. A platter of delectable dakgakjeong (닭강정) (korean garlic fried chicken), a hearty plate of rice, and a steaming bowl of budae-jjigae (a korean spicy noodle soup).

Sana completely forgot her anger, staring at the tray of food with a hunger befitting a last meal on earth. Wanting to apologize, she looks up at the mysterious chef.

“Hello Miss Sana! Welcome to JYP BOB.” you say with a smile.

Your Perspective

“Y-You?” Sana whispered, covering both her embarrassed expression, and growing blush with her hand.

“You.. remember me?” you timidly asked.

“Y-yes! You were the last fan yesterday right? Anyways, this food looks good!! Sorry for disturbing you, bye!!” Sana quickly trailed off, grabbing her tray and hurrying back to her table, hoping to leave before you noticed her tomato red face.

That was.. weird, you never thought Sana was the type to get flustered, and especially because of a simple lunch? Your eyes followed her back to her table.

You never realized how beautiful Sana looked in real life. She was wearing a bright pink coat that accentuated her gorgeous figure, with a white collared shirt and black tie under. Her silky blonde hair framed her face, her smile beautifully, with big hazel eyes and soft, round, cheeks, you could see why any man would fall for her.

“Aish!” Sana winces in annoyance.

Worried, you lean forward and crane your neck to see her standing up, the sound of liquid dripping on the marble floor filling the empty cafeteria.

The mushroom soup had spilled on her skirt.

Your eyes widen as you watch the white, creamy soup trickle down her bare thighs, the white blobs sticking to her fair skin and tethering out at her calves.

If only it were your seed trickling down her legs…

Your soft penis starts to come to life, straining against the fabric of your underwear and threatening to undo the tie of your apron on your waist. Worried eyes transform into hungry ones, your mind already remembering the magical orgasm you had during the fan meeting.

She glances in your direction.

Shit.

You quickly look away, embarrassed. Walking over to the sterile metal prep table and letting it hide your growing erection, you sharpened your knives, looking down at the piles of ingredients you bought.

If there’s anything that could get your mind off Sana’s gorgeous body, it would be cooking. Ever since you were young, cooking has always been a calming, therapeutic activity. Transforming raw and impure ingredients into both beautiful and delicious dishes was a natural talent, and one you had honed throughout high school. Breaks, vacations, class suspensions, you used all of them to research, practice, and serve cooking with an unprecedented passion, which is why JYPE hired you.

You turn to the huge whiteboard on the wall of the pristine, high-end kitchen. What ingredients were available to you? How could you prepare them? What would the employees, idols, and trainees, enjoy eating? You wanted to make them say it was delicious, make Sana, say it was delicious.

She really couldn’t get out of your head, huh.

A smile coating your face, you uncap a marker, bring out your laptop, and start writing down possible menus on the board. Soon, it’s once clear and glossy white surface was filled to the edges with a myriad of dishes and ideas, ready to be put into reality.

“Tonight is gonna be one for the books” you thought to yourself, eagerly getting to work.

Sana’s Perspective

6:00pm

“ONCE! We had really good chicken for lunch!! Please eat well too!” Sana captioned on her Instagram story. Honestly, ever since meeting you at that fateful lunch service, she couldn’t help but pan her attention towards the culinary director.

During lunch, while the other members were happily enjoying their meals beside her, she snuck peeks at him. Sana didn’t want to admit it, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Just like her with dancing and singing, she could tell that he was a completely different person in the kitchen. From her secluded table, she watched through the service window as he wildly brainstormed— inspecting ingredients, pacing around the kitchen, and mapping his ideas on the board.

This man knew what he was doing, and it turned her on.

Throughout the afternoon, Sana struggled to come to terms with these new sensations. During vocal lessons, she was very distracted, eyes often glazing past the recording booth, ears not hearing the instrumentals being played but rather remembering the sound of your explosive cooking, lips sliding over her teeth as she unconsciously fantasized about his food, and his powerful cock.

Sana Minatozaki, the celebrity known for leaving millions of avid fans obsessed, was mesmerized by you, a chef from nowhere.

She couldn’t take it anymore

Scene : JYP BOB Entrance

Aish, at this rate i’m going to be late for dinner.. Sana thought to herself, fidgeting around in the empty elevator. Suddenly, there’s a loud “ding!”

“4th floor. Welcome to the JYP BOB!” an unseen lady announces cheerfully.

The doors open, and Sana sees the excited people crowding towards the cafeteria entrance. Wondering what the commotion was for, she stepped out of the elevator.

She stood stone still, immediately noticing the fragrant aroma emanating from the canteen. A warm smile spread across Sana’s face— “Japanese food!” she exclaimed. Hastily walking through the crowd in front of the menu screen, she scanned through it, getting more and more excited with each familiar dish she saw.

“Shrimp and White Fish Tempura, Tonkotsu Pork Ramen, Fried Rice, Grilled Chicken Teriyaki, and Miso Soup! Looks good huh?” said a vaguely familiar voice on her right.

“Yes!! I haven’t tasted these in awhile.. More & More promotions have me stuck in Korea. I-I mean of course, I prioritise our lovely ONCE, but all this food makes me miss home..” Sana pondered out loud, her mood sombering at the bittersweet reminder.

“I would miss it too.. But you know, food should be a reminder of happy memories, not regret or worry. At least, thats what I believe. Miss Sana, unwind and enjoy the night, home is waiting for you.” the voice said, confident and understanding.

Surprised and flattered by the person’s understanding, Sana turned to her right, only to watch you, dressed in the white executive chef uniform, as he walked into his dining hall.

Only now realizing she was just inches away from the man she had been fantasizing about, Sana panicked inwardly, an embarrassing blush blossoming in her cheeks. “He was so close, and so, powerful. He knows his food is good, and he still had the time to welcome me? I-I can’t wait, I need to try some!” She hastily muttered to herself.

Looking forward, she rushed into the dining hall, ready to enjoy the feast, and maybe even the man behind it.

Your Perspective

8:00pm

It was definitely one of the most busy service nights you’ve had.

Fish had to be fried, chicken grilled, vegetables prepped for the sauces and batters, it was almost overloading.

But you got the job, and were determined to get it done. Swiftly instructing your small, but efficient team of chefs, soon the kitchen was bustling with lively activity. Plates were being pushed out at an astonishing speed, and the buffet dinner never ran out of delectable dishes for the guests.

Meanwhile, the dining hall was filled with bountiful conversation and bright laughter. Warm, soft lights bathed the room in a comfortable glow, while still highlighting the row of delicious food in the buffet. Between the constant fresh supply of Japanese food, and the chic, yet cozy vibe of the hall, dinner was a whopping success.

Surveying the scene from the service window, your eyes rested on Sana. You could tell she was enjoying herself the most among the members. Her bright smile, and the way her eyes sparkled while her hair bounced around her face, in-tune with her excited conversation, made her the most beautiful woman in the room. She exuded brightness, and you were simply happy your food helped bring that out.

Sana’s Perspective

“Sana-unnie? You coming home?” asked a curious Chaeyoung

Sana was standing outside the elevator door. The footsteps and chatter in the dimly lit hallway decreasing as people started heading home. She was waiting for Y/N, hoping to congratulate him for the dinner, and maybe even get a glimpse of his body.

He never came out of the kitchen. Looking to her right, Sana could see a thin ray of sterile white light in the dark dining hall. “He’s still working? Or maybe there was an accident? I should go check it out..” she mutfered, concerned.

“Sana-unnie?” asked Chaeyoung, waving a hand over her friend’s face

“Y-yes you go on ahead Chae! I wanna check something out, get home safe!” Sana closes the elevator door before she could reply. Just the thought of spying on him made her heart beat faster.

Silently sneaking into the hall, Sana crouched on the floor outside the service window. She could hear vegetables being sauteed, and the sound of hot oil bubbling inside a pot. “Maybe he’s frying something?” Sana thought, curious. She quietly raised her head above the cold steel surface..

“OUCH!! My eyes!!”

10:00pm

“Chef! I’m heading out!” said your assistant chef.

“Yep, thanks for your hard work!” you exclaimed, relieved that you could finally stop acting like the competent director. (Even though you really were one)

Time flew by fast, and before you knew it, the opening day was over. You hunched over the counter. Most people would be thinking about the pure success the night was, but you? You were pondering on how to make it better.

Wanting to experiment, you layed out a variety of fruits vegetables on the prep table. Fresh cabbage, bean sprouts, lettuce, legumes, and a cucumbers rested on the metal surface. You also prepared some fresh mango, banana, and apple to bring some more tart flavor to your experiments.

Even after a hard day at work, your hands excitedly ripped off the packaging, the sound of crinkling plastic filling up the empty kitchen. Now, which one should you start with??

Cucumbers. You didn’t know why, but you were drawn to them.

Quickly grabbing a soup pot, you used some flour and butter to make a sauce base. Adding fresh and sweet mushrooms, whole cream, and grated cheese, the pot was soon filled with a white, creamy, and full tasting sauce.

You took the cucumbers, brushing their surfaces with olive oil, then covering them with a breading of flour, egg yolks, and breadcrumbs. The smell of roasted mushrooms and cheese wafted out of the kitchen, and you could almost hear the footsteps of your excited diners coming to taste the dish.

Finally, you opened the pantry, reaching for a rather.. unusual tool— a medical syringe. Calmly filling it up with the hot, white mushroom broth, you proceeded to inject the cucumbers with the soup. A smile formed on your lips, biting into the crunchy vegetable would be a literal flavor explosion.

Excited, you carry the tray of cucumbers over to the hot pot of oil for deep frying. As you let the first one drop, you glance at the oil thermometer.

Shit.

The oil was too hot

SPLASH

Hot oil explodes out of the pot, jumping in all directions as the cucumber comes in contact with it’s scalding hot surface. You cover your face with your forearm, protected by the rolled up sleeve of your chef’s uniform. The mess is everywhere, the iridiscent white lights of the kitchen flickering as you stand in shock.

Just when you think it’s over, you hear an “OUCH!!”

This voice, you’ve heard it before, even came to it before. Eyes widening in shock, you watch as Sana peeks her head out of the service window, wincing in pain.

“M-miss Sana?? I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” You quickly hop through the service window, crouching beside her. She was sprawled sideways on her knees, hands clutching her face in pain.

“I-I think some of it got into my eyes.. I’m not sure..” she said, voice shaking.

“Alright here’s what we are gonna do. face me, shh c’mon face me” you whispered, trying to calm her down as you took ahold of her shoulders. She was scared, you could tell, her shoulders shaking and voice quivering in fear of opening her eyes.

“Alright Sana, can I call you Sana?” you asked

“Y-yes of course!” Sana replied

“On the count of 3, I want you to open your eyes. I promise you’ll be okay, it won’t hurt when you open them alright? Trust me.” you reassured her, calmly gripping her shoulders so she knows you’re there.

“A-alright!”

“1, 2, 3! Open them!”

Time seemed to stop for a moment. The bubbling of the deep fry, the soft hum of the white lights, even the dripping of water from the tap, all faded away.

Sana was beautiful. Her hazel eyes sparkled, outlined by curious brows and framed by an adorable round face, Her gorgeous hair rested on her shoulders, adding definition to her sharp nose and soft lips. You were speechless.

A blush suddenly blossomed in her cheeks, her smile turning upwards into an embarrassed smirk. You realized how close you were to each other, shit.

“We should.. get up.” You said, looking away from her in embarrassment.

“Y-yeah!” she replied, standing with you.

“So what are you still doing around here? Didn’t the other TWICE members leave already?” you asked, confused.

“Yes they did! But I saw the light down here and thought there was a ghost! Gotta investigate any spirits stalking my workplace you know.” Sana declared, lying through her teeth

“Uh-huh” You replied, unimpressed

“B-but anyways! Since you splashed me with that oil, you owe me a taste! I loved your food awhile ago, and whatever you’re cooking up in there probably needs a taste tester, right?” she retorted, smirking at her victory

She was right, there was no point in making these new dishes if your clients didn’t enjoy them. With a sigh, you let her in the kitchen, giving her a stool to watch you cook.

You grabbed a ladle, lifting the cucumbers in and out of the hot oil while tilting your head to check their doneness. Meanwhile, Sana leaned on the metal counter beside you. With your peripheral vision, you could see her breasts, pulled down by gravity, pushing against the hem of her blouse.

(imagine this outfit with her orange hair)

Flustered, you focused on pulling the first cucumber out of the oil. It looked great; the vegetable had a golden sheen from the breading, and you could smell the mushroom infused into it. Laying it on a plate, you grabbed a pair of chopsticks, ready to try your cucumber tempura.

*Ahem* Sana looked at you, pouting her lips. “Ladies first?”

With a sigh, you held the cucumber, offering it to her.

She leaned forward, and took a bite.

Sana’s eyes widened as the hot, thick, and creamy sauce exploded inside her mouth. You watched as her lips wrapped around the cucumber, biting off a piece. The sight of those big, surprised eyes staring at you, while the white mushroom sauce dribbled out of her lips and down her chin, left you dumbstruck.

To say the least, the scene was.. extremely erotic.

“Aish! Sana you’re making a mess!” you called out, flustered. You found a paper towel and started wiping the dribble off of her face, avoiding her eyes. She turned you on, you couldn’t deny it. Your erection was massively clear at this point, almost poking out of your pants in pure carnal desire.

But she was an idol, your client, you couldn’t do this.

Little did you know, Sana wanted you too. While you were looking away, wiping the soup off her face, she stayed silent. Glancing at the tent in your black chef’s pants, she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the thought of what lay beneath the thin fabric. Yes, she was a virgin. Yes, she was inexperienced, but after days of teasing, Sana wanted nothing more than your capable, powerful, cock. She thought that leaning on the kitchen counter would be enough to make you break, but you turned out to be a much harder nut to crack.

Maybe you needed to serve her one more dish to realize what you were really hungry for.

“That was good! But kind of.. salty. Maybe you can try making something sweet for me?” Sana asked, an adorable smile curling at her lips.

“S-sure!” you replied, facing the pantry to hide your raging boner.

Hmm. Something sweet? You looked into the dark pantry. There really wasn’t much left. Then, you spotted a basket of fresh fruits in the corner. You quickly shuffled through it’s contents: Apples, Oranges, Bananas.. these were tart, but not sweet enough for what you had in mind.

With a smile, you palmed a ripe mango, this would do. Swift feet carried you to the counter, where Sana seemed uncomfortable.. like it was hot? Nevermind, this dish would definitely bring back some of her energy.

You efficiently sliced open the mango, confident knifework let you produce around a dozen perfectly shaped, square mango pieces. You paused. Sana was, panting? You wouldn’t turn towards her, but she had already slipped a hand between her long and creamy legs, unable to contain her heat.

Shit. You had to focus, or else you would end up taking her right there.

*CLANG* Slamming a saucepan on the heat, you poured in some pure, white sugar, and some honey to create a caramel. Vigorously stirring the caramel with a wooden spoon, you could feel the muscles in your arms, in your cock, both straining to keep up with the situation. To complete your grand distraction, you dropped the mango squares into the hot caramel, coating each of them with a thin sheen of sweet, sticky, goodness.

Silence.

You both stared at the plate of mango cubes. Sana had to admit, it looked stunning, the sugary caramel creating a sparkling layer outside the delectable mango cubes. However, her still hand, stuck in between her legs reminded her of what she wanted.

“Hey? Let me try some hehe.” Sana softly requested. She took a tasting fork, seductively taking a mango cube into her mouth. The way her pink lips slowly enveloped the tart dessert, rosy cheeks chewing while her half-lidded eyes stayed glued onto your own, was tantalizing. Then, she glanced down to your crotch, swallowed, and smiled.

Fuck.

You grabbed Sana and carried her by the ass, using her taut and fit globes to drag her to the white wall of the kitchen. Letting her legs down, her back slapped against the ceramic surface, while her hazel eyes looked into yours.

“I’m going to kiss you now, that okay?” You huskily breathed out.

She gave you a slight nod, obviously nervous, this must be her first time.

Slowly, you leaned your head forward, knowing she was inexperienced, and pressed your lips to hers. Her lips felt soft, and were smaller than yours. You pushed your body forward, shortening the distance between yourself and the whimpering idol in front of you. Getting more passionate, your opening and closing mouths gently mashed your lips together. Sana started moaning into your mouth, swapping saliva with you and letting her pent-up lust run free. Her tongue didn’t know where to go, timidly exploring your mouth as you planted your lips on hers, it was adorable.

“Mmph!” Sana moaned into your mouth as you pushed your knee up between her legs. Nobody had ever touched her there before, and your knee was an alien sensation compared to that of her small womanly hands. Slowly grinding into the rough fabric of her jeans, you could feel the intense, moist warmth emanating from her cunt, amplifying the passion of your kiss.

Letting Sana go, you leaned back, and looked at the results of your work. Her chest was heaving with rough breaths, a layer of sweat over her collarbone permeating into her thin top. You couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous breasts, with her hard and delicious nipples trying to break free from the fabric. Sana’s half lidded eyes stared at you, a line of spittle dripping from her open mouth as she smiled in a mixture of surprise and arousal.

“Sana, what do you want? Tell me.” You breathily whispered, staring straight at her with a smile curving your lips.

“I-I want you to do me. I’m sorry, ever since I saw your… your cock during our fanmeet, you’ve been on my mind. I don’t know what these feelings are, but I know that I want you. You’re so powerful, capable, I- I want you to do me the way you want.. I- i’m yours!” she quietly spoke out, the want, no, the need to be fucked into submission evident in her voice.

Shit, she saw you masturbate? You stand for a second, embarrassment quickly turning into lust as you watch Sana biting her lip, rubbing her ass against the wall like a pent-up dog in heat.

Tonight, she’s yours.

You take her hand, leading her over to the steel counter. Wrapping your arms around her thighs, you push her up until her soft bottom is sitting on the cold steel of the prep table. She’s looking down at you now, chest heaving in excitement after seeing your hungry eyes. You reach up as if to kiss her, and she closes her eyes, ready to receive you. Instead, you drag your lips down her neck, feeling her taut, soft skin as she tilts her head up in pleasant surprise. Sana settled on the counter, her toned back warming up it’s cold metallic surface. Without skipping a beat, you climb on top of her, kissing her collarbone and cupping her right breast with your hand.

“Ugh! You’re so warm.. daddy!” Sana was really hungry now, kicking off her heels, toes curling in anticipation, while she arched her back to offer more of her soft and sweaty skin to your parched tongue.

“Strip me.. please” Sana moaned out in between aroused pants.

Painstakingly slow, you pulled down the straps of her sky blue blouse, kissing her upper tits as you trailed the straps down her arms. Sana squirmed against you, trying to shake the straps off, but you kept your slow pace, teasing her, feeling her boundless lust. Eventually, the thin fabric only covered her perky areolas. You rubbed your fingers on her right nipple, feeling it through the fabric, heaving with Sana’s heavy breaths.

“P-please!” Sana begged in pure, wanton need

With a smirk, you wrapped your fingers around the elastic straps, pulling the blouse down to her hips. Her breasts looked delicious, light pink nipples standing up to the cold air conditioning. You started passionately sucking on them, prompting illicit moans from Sana, her legs instinctively curling up in delight. She arched her back, trying to get more and more of your tongue on her sensitive tits. She tasted good, her skin smooth and supple, but you wanted more.

You steadily trailed down her stomach, hands massaging her toned abs as you found your destination— her wet, adoring pussy. Sana yelped as you ripped off her belt, grasping the rungs of her jeans as you pulled them down her legs. The cleft of her ass rested firmly on the edge of the counter. Crouching on the floor, your nose poked her veiled snatch. Panties, stupid panties. The white fabric was soaked. She had obviously never orgasmed before. You pushed the knuckle of your index finger against her sore lips, prompting a sudden whine from Sana, sensitive, huh. Swiftly ripping her panties off, you spread her bare legs. Her thighs were moist from sheer arousal, whimpering, she looked down at you, both scared and excited.

Then, you painstakingly pushed an index finger inside of her. “Mmph! Daddy!” Sana winced in pain. Covering her mouth with yours, she kissed you back as your finger lay soaking in her juices. You looked into her eyes, she nodded. That’s all you needed

Now with two fingers inside of her, you slowly thrust them in and out of her virgin canal, her labia hugging the edges of your knuckles as your thick digits explored her soft, wet, pussy. Sana whimpered, toes curling as she tried lifting her hips to meet your fingers. Suddenly, you curled the ends of your fingers up, running across the top of her pussy, introducing her to new waves of pleasure.

She screamed into your mouth: “Y-YES!! Daddy! I’m almost there!”, gyrating her hips as you held her down with your meaty fingers. Then, as suddenly as you started, you pulled your fingers out. Sana groaned in dissatisfaction. She was about to fall into a canyon of pleasure, and you pulled her back out of it.

“W-whats the deal?!” She whimpered in confusion

“Sana-yaa, I can’t have you cumming without me now can I?” you replied, towering over her like a predator over his prey.

Sana yelped as you pulled her down to crouch on the floor, where she was presented with the bulge in your pitch black chef’s pants. You had already undressed your top, and she took in your body. You weren’t too muscular, but obviously took care of yourself. A toned stomach and decent proportions, your skin smoothly evened out your complexion. She licked her lips, liking what she saw.

“Take them off for me, that’s a good girl..” You breathed out, clearly pent up

Sana didn’t want to admit it, but she liked the sound of that. Her small fingers quickly unbuckled your belt, swiftly pulling the your pants down past your feet. You could feel how eager she was, her fingers curled around the hem of your underwear, slowly inching it down until your member popped out.

She stared at it, surprised. Your cock was larger than average, around 6 inches of veiny, meaty, power. She could see the bulbous head pulsating, with the shaft tinged an erotic shade of red from pure arousal. Sana took a deep breath, she wanted to- to taste it.

She kissed your cock’s bulbous head, sucking the warm pre-cum leaking out of it, and slowly opening her mouth to let more and more of your length in. Her small, supple lips massaged your shaft, slathering it with spit as she worked to envelop your engorged member. With her hand, she massaged your balls, while developing a steady rhythm sucking your cock. You groaned in pleasure : “Thats a good girl.. focus on the head for me Sana-yaa”

Big, round eyes looked up at you as she faithfully followed your desires, licking up the thick underside of your cock, and rubbing the tip of her tongue against the sensitive head.

You almost lost it right there.

Taking your dick out of her mouth, she looked up at you and pouted, then squealed as you pinned her back down on the counter. “This is your reward” you whispered into her ear, as you slowly thrust your thick, powerful, cock past her outer lips, and into the depths of her pussy. It was immeasurably tight. Sana shuddered in pain as you held there, balls slapping against her ass as you mounted her pussy. Looking into her soft eyes, you kissed her as you started to move. You started slow, pushing your shaft in and out of her tight, wet, cavern in an effort to loosen her up.

Then, you started to gradually increase your speed, raising her creamy legs above your shoulders as you thrust into her. Sana couldn’t contain her delight, whimpering and moaning in response to your ministrations. “Daddy!! UGH!! You’re so big, so good!!” Her pert breasts bounced from the sheer power of your cock, and a layer of sweat gave her body a sexy sheen.

“Do you like that baby? Like my cock inside your pussy? God you’re so wet, so fucking tight! I’ve wanted to do this to you forever you know?” You groaned out between thrusts

“Y-yes daddy!! I’m yours! My body, my pussy, all yours! I love how well you fuck me.. Ugh! Do me harder!” Sana confessed as her juices ran down your cock and onto the steel countertop.

Fuck, she felt good, her taut idol body taking in your passion perfectly. Her pussy massaged your cock, sucking it in and grasping onto it with it’s juicy walls. Looking down at her yelling in utter rapture, you knew that there was one view you just had to see.

Hooking your arms under Sana’s, you carried her, the idol squealing as she was impaled on your member. Then, you turned her around, setting her bare feet on the floor, and pushing her to rest her forearms on the steel counter, doggystyle.

“F-from behind? You’re such an anim- AHH!” You hunched over her, thrusting your shaft into the deepest depths of her tight canal with a newfound passion, palming her breasts as she arched her back, moaning at your every motion.

You looked below you, Sana’s bubbly ass bouncing against your hips as her back arched into a delicious curve. Her breasts were soft and pliable, the perfect handle for your groping hands as you ravaged her body.

You knew that you couldn’t last much longer. Between her heavenly mouth and the wet, pulsing heat of her cunt, you could feel your balls erupting, ready to explode into her.

“I’m getting close Sana, tell me baby, who owns your body? Who’s going to make you cum, who’s your daddy?” You drawled into her ear, hunching over her as your thrusts reached an animalistic, frenzied speed.

“F-Fuck! I- I’m yours! Only yours daddy! My pussy, my mouth, my ass, whenever you want me! C-cum inside me! I need you! Please!!”

The sight of the innocent TWICE Sana, back arched as she turned her head to kiss you, while her wet, slippery, newly deflowered pussy clamped down on your cock, drove you over the edge.

“I-I’m cumming!” You groaned, pistoning into her even faster as your balls slapped against her clit, tightening as they released your sticky spunk into her virgin pussy. Sana threw her head up, crying out as she experienced her first real orgasm. Your cock, pumping her full of fertile, sticky sperm, sent her over the edge, bucking against your hips in a futile effort to milk you for all you were worth.

You both fell to the floor backs leaning on the serving counter, Sana collapsed on you, sweaty and drained from her thunderous orgasm.

“W-we should get up, Sana” you cough out, pulling your cock out of her, trying to get the girl off of you.

“N-no, let’s just rest here, please” Sana sleepily replied, craning her head backwards to give you a kiss.

*BAAM*

The kitchen door comes flying open behind the counter, you both freeze in fear, closing your eyes.

*Footsteps*

You open your eyes. An angry yet calm voice speaks up.

“You better explain yourself, Mr. Hotshot.”

The Housekeeper : Part 1

tags: extreme teasing, dom irene, forced servitude

Red Velvet Irene Miniseries : Part 1 

“FUCK! How is your dick so big?! It feels so good!” Irene cries, ripples forming on her ass as your balls slap against her thighs. Her legs wrap around you, your hands carrying her by her voluptuous butt cheeks, bouncing the former idol on your hardened cock. 

“I-Irene” you groan. Her pink nipple, wet with your spit, falls out of your mouth with a pop. You look at the woman in front of you⁠— hair falling around her shimmering collarbone, breasts heaving with exertion, velvety hips rutting against you, topped off with half-lidded round eyes that beg you for more. 

Looking at her now, a part of you still can’t believe that you’re in this situation, the beautiful “original visual” wrapped in your arms. Considering how you met her, one might say that this was nothing short of impossible.

Ahh, when everything seemed impossible.

Let’s look back, shall we? 

“F-full time? Live-in? Really?” 

The note in your hands said it all. 

________________________________________________________________

Work transfer : 108 Fountain Estate Condominium, Daegu  Work Schedule : Full time, Monthly Pay, Live-in

Acknowledgement Signature : ___________

________________________________________________________________

You quickly grab a pen, hastily scribbling your signature on the note; the note that would spell fortune and comfortable living from that point onward.

Faint industrial lights flicker, your apartment’s old linoleum walls paling in the light. As a contractual housekeeper, you lived in a cramped apartment in the middle of Seoul’s red light district. You took small commissions from your work in the cleaning agency; ironing clothes, cooking meals, and tidying furniture for Seoul’s rich and classy. 

“Alright! Time to get to work” 

Throwing on your professional uniform, you took one last glance at your neat and tidy, albeit small abode. You’d post rent for the place in the next coming days. In a week, passed out drunks and prostitutes would make it their own personal rathole, wiping away a spot of order and cleanliness in an otherwise grimy part of the city. 

Winding streets. Bustling stations. Roaming high schoolers. Neon Lights. All bathed in the soft glow of the setting afternoon sun. You stared out the train window in wonder as Seoul’s enormous cityscape zipped by. You’ve lived and worked in Seoul your whole life since your parents passed away, and leaving the city left you with a strange mixed feeling of emptiness and excitement for what was to come.

*rumble* An older married balances each other as the train enters the more rusty, provincial tracks. Daegu was a solid 2 hours away from Seoul after all.

“I wonder how my boss is gonna be like?” you think. Being as young as you are, only in your early 20s, you never really had a problem with any of the bosses at your housekeeping gigs. Your parents taught you to be respectful and kind, so even the more haughty and spoiled clients couldn’t help but warm up to the comfy scent of your home cooked meals and tidy, yet welcoming presentation.

However, this was your first time working a live-in job, and you really needed to have a good relationship with your boss if you were going to be living with her.

“I guess I’ll just have to turn up the charm huh” you mumble, hands fidgeting with the matte handle of your small luggage balanced between your sitting legs, nervous.

*Knock Knock*

“Who is this?” A curt female voice asked

You looked up at the mahogany door of your soon to be workplace. Intimidating. 5 seconds in and she already sounded like she would give you trouble

Deep breaths, keep it together.

“Good evening! I’m the new housekeeper you ordered from YG housekeeping!” you said cheerfully, hoping that you could win her over with sheer excitement.

Silence

Is this girl really going to just stand there? She knows I can hear her fidgeting around behind that door right?

“Are you going to… let me in?” you ask.

“Sure sure. Feel free to come in.”

Footsteps recede deep into the apartment as you open the door. An expression of surprise colors your usually calm face.

This place was too damn expensive!

The penthouse suite was covered in black lacquered wood, with huge windows, balconies, and glimmering chandeliers adding a lavish and refined atmosphere to the entire space. Warm golden light underlined the stylish furniture, cushions wrapped in satin scattered around the living room.

Before your eyes could explore the rest of the gigantic space, you heard a tense voice to your right.

“Sit. I need to see if you’re worth living with.” your employer crossed her arms, layering her long legs over each other as she calmly regarded you from the dining table.

Remember, breathe.

You sit down across from her. It wasn’t often that you were questioned before a job, most clients simply let you in so you could tidy up their place, thanking you graciously after you revamped their home life. But to be fair, you were going to be living with this woman, so you wanted to judge her too.

First of all, she was absolutely gorgeous. A short, black one piece left her creamy shoulders open, while accentuating the rounded curves of her perky breasts. Her lean, long legs fluttered under the white skirt of her dress. And her face, god, her face. Where to start? Beautiful eyes, delicate cheekbones, luscious lips, it was like you were looking at a goddess.

The goddess stared you down. 

“Maa’m? Before we start, what should I call you?” you quietly asked, eyes darting back to her lest she catches you sneaking glimpses at her perfect body. 

“Call me Irene. I’ll cut to the chase, I didn’t hire you to be a housekeeper.” 

You blinked. 

Then her words registered in your brain. 

“Wait, what?” you replied in surprise, confused voice raising from your throat 

“You heard me. I know that you’re great at housekeeping. Some of my celebrity friends recommended you to me. They all said that you’re great at what you do. Smart, hardworking, efficient, warm. Remember Suzy? She can’t stop talking about you.” Irene narrated, eyes surveying you like a specimen in a lab. 

You remembered working at Suzy’s place. She was kind to you, and often let you stay over for nights on end since she knew you didn’t have much of a place to call home. Because of that kindness, you did your absolute best whenever she requested you as her housekeeper. Last time, you even learned how to cook her favorite dish: 부대찌개 (a spicy noodle soup), just to please her. 

That still didn’t answer your question though, what was the point of talking about your housekeeping skills if you weren’t there to be a housekeeper? 

“Irene, look I d-” you start to protest

Irene suddenly leans forward, her bouncy breasts gravitating towards the table as she puts a finger to your lips. 

“I want you to fuck me.” she whispers, a coy smile playing at her lips; the smile of a predator locked on it’s prey. 

Your mouth hangs open, dumbfounded, as Irene slowly saunters over to your side of the table, curvy hips swaying from side to side as she straddles you. 

You look up at the beautiful woman on top of you, unable to move as her legs locked you in place. Her body looked even more unreal from here. The soft white skin above her breasts rubbed against you, wide hips planting themselves down on your crotch. You could feel how pliant her thighs were as they rubbed against your legs, the prized pussy between them leaving a trail of sticky slick through her panties as she settled into position. The shimmering golden chandelier illuminates her smiling face, as you began to salivate with her soft finger on your lips. 

“L-listen, Irene, this isn’t professional. I can’t do th- MMPH” 

Irene slides two delicate white fingers into your mouth, letting you suck on them with a satisfied sigh. Her fingers felt so soft, fingertips dancing on your tongue as you unconsciously started swirling saliva around her womanly digits. 

“No. You listen to me. I know your living situation. you don’t have anywhere to go now, do you?” she grins, her hips starting to grind on your hardening crotch, feeling your lips tighten around her fingers as she toys with her new plaything. 

“You can live here. I know you need the place to stay, you’ll even be able to do all your housekeeping, isn’t that nice?” She uses another hand to lift up her skirt, her toned stomach shining with arousal as her damp, black panties grind against you. 

“I used to be an idol you know,  men would look at me, and I could feel them fucking me with their eyes. But at home? I was always a watcher. All the other members had guys coming to the dorm for them to sleep with. But nobody ever wanted me, the cold, too beautiful Irene.” 

“So I want you to do what they never had the balls to. Be mine, and fuck me  when I want you.” 

You could hear the complaint in her voice. You could also tell where she was going with this. She was right, you didn’t really have a place to stay, but you’ve never been the best at sex, you were a worker, not a lover. Could you even survive as her housekeeper? 

“Shh I know you’re scared, but all you have to do is say yes. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, keep the house clean, and keep my pussy satisfied, hmm?” Irene’s honeyed voice enters your ears, her teeth nibbling on the soft lobes as she tempts you. 

Her full, white thighs hugged you as your cockhead strained against your black office pants. Irene made it a point to slowly drag her engorged pussy lips, their wet imprint clear on her thin underwear, across the tip of your cock. Wet. The fabric of your underwear started getting dripping wet from your precum and her juices. 

“Mmm, come on, say yes, huh baby?” Irene groaned into your ear, her luscious lips in an open mouthed moan

Irene’s grinding got faster and faster, fingers moving her panties to the side to give you the full feel of her swollen pussy lips. The fabric of your pants stretched into her, your cock straining to enter her velvety womanhood; only managing to stuff an inch of cloth in between her drenched labia. 

“Admit it, you act like you have yourself together, always working so hard, smiling so nicely. But you’re just like me.” she whispered, seducing you as she once seduced the masses of Korea

“Deep down, you’re just a horny man, wanting to pour your cum into this wet, tight pussy. Cum for me. Cum for me and be mine baby.” Irene moaned, a sheen of sweat on her ass cheeks as the pussy between them dragged itself over a new, would-be visitor. 

Fuck it. 

“I-Irene, I’m cumming!” you exploded, hands massaging her grinding thighs as semen splattered your underwear. Irene never stopped her inescapable teasing, sticking out her butt, skirt raised for your hands to grasp the perfect orbs of her ass as you came. Her fingers stayed inside of your mouth, your tongue suckling on her digits as you submitted to her desires. Hard nipples stuck out of her one-piece, rubbing against your chest as a secret, a promise to be uncovered, and a delicious source of friction as she brought you to orgasm. 

“That- that was, I- I don’t know” you said, out of breath as Irene’s fingers exited your mouth with a pop. 

Irene licked her lips, dropping down to her knees, dragging a wet tongue across your clothed crotch. She tasted your cum as it seeped through your pants, grabbing your hand and letting you feel her perky breasts under her dress, breath hitching when she felt you pinch a hard nipple. 

Your eyes looked down at her, defeated and surprised— a contrast from the cum dribbling out of your throbbing cock, and the sensation of wet licking on your pants from the woman below you. 

“Good, now go make me dinner, housekeeper.” 

The Housekeeper : Part 2

tags: dom to sub personality change, haughty sex, switch kink, brat, teasing

Red Velvet Irene Miniseries : Part 2 

Part 1 here

Note : Thank you so much for the support on my ko-fi page! This is for you, first supporter :DD I wasn’t supposed to work on this until the next 3 fics were released, but the outpouring of support warms my heart. 

*COUGH COUGH* 

Dust ballooned up around you, pale morning light illuminating specks of soot, drifting through the spacious apartment.

You sighed, as much as you could sometimes enjoy your time as Irene’s personal fucktoy, you hated this part of the job.

Beautiful, but neglected.

That’s how you would describe Irene’s apartment. Your boss never spent much time in any of the living spaces, often collapsing straight into her room after busy days spent as a model and magazine owner. This meant that a thin layer of dust covered every piece of furniture; from the marble kitchen counters and mahogany bookshelves, to the satin couch cushions you just fluffed out.

“Just like the boss, huh” you exclaimed, wiping sweat off your forehead as you carefully arranged the huge cushions. Even if Irene could be cold, a teasing boss shoving orders down your throat, you could tell she knew little about making a home, well, a home. You were determined to change that.

It had taken you almost a week, but you smiled, thinking that you might just get this place in shape for her birthday.

“Get me some breakfast! And get yourself ready for me while you’re at it!” Irene’s commanding voice echoes from her bedroom door left ajar.

“Breakfast is ready Irene! You wanted eggs right? There’s a cheesy french omelette with mushrooms and tomatoes on the table.” you calmly shouted back, frantically moving around the apartment to tidy up, to distract yourself. Maybe if you mentioned the food enough she wouldn’t make you d-

“Someone’s fidgety, huh”

You turn around, facing the owner of the cold voice as you froze in surprise, maybe a little bit of fear.

Irene was dressed in nothing but an oversized white T-Shirt today, her hair tied into a neat bun. You scanned down her body, and gulped. The hem of her shirt danced against her white, soft thighs. One inch, one inch was all it would take for you to see it— her pink, wet, and creamy pussy, glistening with morning arousal.

Normal men would be salivating at the sight in front of you, cocks undoubtedly rock hard imagining what lay below those clothes, but you knew Irene better. You felt nothing but fear.

Irene smiled, the look in her deep, black eyes threatening to devour your own.

“Get under here while I eat, you know what to do.”

You looked down and nodded softly, dropping the duster brush in your hand as you crawled below the surface of the large wooden dining table. It smelled like cheese. Cheese, onions, and eggs. If you could, you would love to taste the flavors wafting through your nostrils, to sit down in this huge, luxurious apartment and wolf down an omelette, maybe with some good coff- “Mmph!”  Familiar fingers grab your hair, pulling your head onto a pair of glistening moist pussy lips. Wet cloth from the hem of Irene’s T-Shirt covers your eyes, sticky with her slick. You feel the smooth, warm skin of her thighs rest on your shoulders, using you as a stool for her legs as you hear the bossy girl start munching on her breakfast. 

“Mmm, this omelette is soo good. Don’t you think? Mr. Housekeeper?” Irene mewled in delight, a hand holding her face in an almost cartoon like expression of joy.

“T-thank you Irene, I tried out this new technique with the eggs actually it’s called souf- HMMP!”

Irene used her other hand to roughly pull your head into her ravenous pussy. Hungry, her hips bucked into your face, effectively face fucking you as she chewed on her food. You were already licking her engorged labia, using your tongue to dutifully explore the walls of her delicious pussy. But in this position, you struggled to breathe.

Breathe in.

Your nose drank in the musk of your boss’ horniness. Irene wrapped her legs tighter around your head as she felt her fragrant scent leaving her wet pussy , arousal moistening her inner thighs, beautiful calves and bare feet sandwiching your face as you squirmed.

Breathe out.

“FUCK! That’s good, go on, make me cum. Use that smart mouth to eat that pussy out! AGH!” Irene moaned, arms resting flat on the table as she focused on the hot feeling in her core. Her breasts were heaving at this point, hard nipples poking through her T-Shirt, the food in front of her long forgotten in favor of sating another, more carnal form of hunger.

Using all of your strength, you suddenly stop your ministrations, compromising to pucker your lips against her trembling clit.

“W-what the fuck was that for? Make me cum! It’s your job, fucktoy!” Irene groaned in annoyance, her bubbly ass sliding against the soaked chair, gorgeous thighs hugging you tighter, trying to get your tongue back in her waiting pussy.

The mop of hair below her creaked up, revealing your pleading eyes.

“I-Irene, I’ve been making you cum for the last few weeks. Eating you out, letting you use my fingers as your own personal get-off machine. P-please, can I cum now too?” you begged. Your erection strained against your pants, begging for anything— her tongue, her pussy, god forbid even that pretty mouth, anything to give your release.

“I’ll work harder, I swear! I’ll make sure this place is shiny clean, I’ll cook anything you want, even- URMPH!”

Pull. Squirm. Submit. Irene suffocated you with her thighs, aggressively bucking her pussy lips against your face. You had no control, all thought of your own release gone as you submitted to her desires. Your tongue flicked out, sucked into her grasping walls, her slick feverishly dripping down your chin as you lapped up her juices. “AHH! I’m cumming!! Your tongue is soo good!” Irene’s wanton moans echo off the penthouse walls, settling dustmites startled as she rides it out. Her walls massage your tongue, her womanly scent exploding into your nose as creamy, naked thighs hump your sweaty face.  *THUMP*

Your butt hits the floor, tired hands reaching up to wipe Irene’s squirt off your face. You crawl out from under the table, coughing while you clutch your throbbing crotch; desperate for release.  “You’re a lot more fun when you shut up for a bit you know.” Irene chuckles, legs still spread on the dining chair as her hands run through her wavy hair.  “Oops! Gotta go! You can take care of yourself right? Here, jerk off with this shirt or something.” She throws her sweaty, used shirt at you with a laugh, blanketing your face. You hated how you couldn’t cum, but you hated even more how the musk of her cum and sweat turned you on.

Irene gets up, walking up the gilded staircase to her bedroom, naked as the day she was born. 

“I’ll be back later tonight! Make me steak for dinner, the fashion hall opening is going to be busy, and i’ll be hungry!” she shouts, her voice echoing down to your sprawled out form.  Frustrated and horny, you make your way to your bathroom, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Disheveled hair, sweat covering your body, cum stained face, Irene’s shirt hanging off your shoulders, and a pounding erection forming a tent in your pants. 

If today was like any other day, you would hurry to strip and jerk yourself off, sniffing Irene’s shirt like a lonely horndog. But you’ve had enough. 

You take a shower to calm yourself down, then changing into a clean pair of jeans and a white shirt; a huge contrast from the formal wear you usually don as a housekeeper. 

“This is my fucking house now too, and I won’t have her ruin all the effort I put into making it home” you grumble, leaving the bathroom as you clean-up  leftover juices on the floor, wiping away the spilled food from Irene’s thrashing on top of the dining table. 

Irene was hot too, smoking hot, but you couldn’t handle living with someone who came and took as she pleased; even if she was paying for all the expenses. You needed to put a leash on her, to gain back some authority in your new home. What’s Irene’s weakness? How can you make her submit, make her kneel, make her yours.

A smirk danced on your now clean face, while your hands loaded dishes into the dishwasher. Tonight was going to be fun.

*DOORBELL RINGS* “Hey! Housekeeper? I’m here! Open up already!” 

Irene tapped her foot against the door, she was very, very annoyed. Tonight was supposed to be a turning point for her company. Bae Fashion Hall— the very first one put up by a former idol. She had even went through the trouble to get all of her former idol friends; Suzy, the other Red Velvet members, even TWICE and Blackpink! They all looked stunning in her company’s new pieces of course, and from a business perspective you could say the event was a total success. However, Irene hated how she acted the entire time.

She had gotten used to being the strong, independent boss lady— blazing the way forward with a strutting confidence as the navigated being a lone adult. But the moment she saw her members, everything changed.

She melted. 

She turned into Mommy Irene, scolding Seulgi about her skimpy dress, making sure Wendy was eating properly, judging Joy’s new boyfriend, even scolding Yeri for not sleeping enough in front of her boyfriend. If things were still like a few years ago, they would’ve gladly entertained her, following her requests and reassuring their “mother” that everything was okay.

But things were different now. They barely listened to Irene, giving her exasperated looks and sighs that might as well have been the words: “We are so done with this, grow up unnie.”

Amidst the dazzling spotlights, pomp and ceremony of the evening, Irene never felt so out of place; so infuriatingly neglected. 

“Hmph! I’ll need to play with him properly tonight, he’ll make a good dessert after I finish a thick steak.” a hungry, evil smile rose on her face, imagining the uptight housekeeper’s cock trembling, desperate for release under her touch. 

Impatient, Irene fished her keys out from her purse, the black coat around her shoulders shimmying out of the way as she pushed the door open. 

“Housekeeper! Open the door next time! Do you know how long I was waiting out there for? …W-What are you doing?!” 

Irene stood at the entrance of the living area. To her right, the bones and juices of a delectable steak were left on a large platter; surrounded by an empty dish of mashed potatoes, and a half finished bottle of wine. Moving her eyes to the back of the couch in front of her, she sees you, legs up on the expensive glass coffee table as you calmly watched a movie, arms folded behind your head. 

You stretched, yawning as you stood up. Relaxed feet made their way around the cushioned couch until you stood in front of your very, very, angry boss.  “Welcome home Irene! What’s up?” you say amicably, a glint of excitement in your eyes. 

“What the fuck is the meaning of this? What have you been doing this whole time! I told you to make me steak right?  And what are you wearing?! I’ll f—URMPH!” 

Irene’s eyes widened in surprise as you attacked her with an aggressive kiss. Her back slapped against the hallway wall behind her, your strong arms taking her slimmer ones and raising them above her head, as your once commanding boss struggled against your powerful, dominating grip.

Her black blazer falling to the ground, Irene couldn’t help raise her head in a reluctant moan as you kissed down her tasty looking collarbone, the clefts of her shoulders rising and falling as her arousal increased. 

For a moment, she snapped out of it, angrily staring into your eyes while your body pinned hers onto the wall— a work of modern art about to be defiled. 

“Stop this! I’m your boss! You listen to my fucking orders, hear me? St-UGH!” Irene groans. The top of her black and gold one piece was roughly pulled down by your greedy hands, the satin-like fabric gripping her curvy body as it travelled lower and lower. Soon, Irene’s hard, pink areolas popped out, followed by the delicious, creamy, bend of her perky breasts. You smiled into her neck, palming her breasts as you whispered into her ear. 

“Your tits feel so good Irene, so full, so *slap* bouncy.” She stifles a moan, eyes a mix of defiance and budding lust. 

Your hand tightened it’s grip on her wrists pinned above her as you stop your ministrations. Irene stares at you, her breasts lifting in arduous breaths as a faint layer of sweat drips on her clear, white skin. 

“L-let me go! Asshole!” she faintly barks out, hips unconsciously rubbing against your leg— her body asking for more. 

“No. You know what Irene? I think you like this. You’re always so bossy, always getting what you want. But admit it, deep down, you just want to be adored, to be fucked like the needy slut you are.” you growl

Irene’s silky thighs parted as you grinded a knee into her crotch. Wet, sweaty, needy, that’s all she was reduced to really. Her panty clothed pussy leaked juices onto your knee. She had long since stopped struggling against you, only managing to look at you with a forced, hateful stare as lewd mewls escaped her pretty little mouth. 

You upped the momentum, letting go of her arms to reach down and grope her exposed breasts. The cold air conditioning in combination with your warm, wet tongue, led Irene on a sensory rollercoaster. You made sure to be rough with her, kneading the tits that have tempted you since your first day as Irene’s housekeeper with a ravenous lust. 

“S-stop! I get it! I’ll get you off too! Let me move, please! Mmm!” Irene shivers in desire as she feels two hard, rough knuckles slide her underwear to the side, plunging into her waiting, grasping, pussy. 

“No. I’m not going to fucking stop. You’re my fucktoy now, and i’m the fucking boss!” 

You thrust your fingers upwards into her. Violent strokes make her inner walls gush, her snatch rippling around your fingers in a tight, wet, embrace. A grin colors your confident face. You knew it. Beneath all the pride, all the attitude, Irene really just wanted to be taken care of; taken, used, fucked, anything to have someone else in control, to have someone else be the master. 

You suck and nibble on Irene’s neck, prompting a husky scream from the older woman as one hand lifts her long, bare leg up against you, while another churns her pussy with a rapid finger fucking. You looked at the bare woman before you, sweat dripping down the cusps of her tits as her underboob collected all that delicious moisture. Irene’s face was coated with blush, her luscious lips left open as frantic pants escaped her throat. The fabric of her dress pooled at her wide, creamy hips, acting as a curtain for the squirt and vibrations erupting from your fingers’ attack on her vulnerable pussy. 

Any man in your position would continue their attack. Their desires would be hot, controlling them to pin the gorgeous, sweaty, needy Irene to the wall and make her theirs. But your desire was cold, and you controlled it. 

Slowly, you slid your fingers out of Irene’s snatch, the lips of her pussy hugging each knuckle as they pulled out with a wet *POP*.

“Argh!” Irene squealed, tired legs crumpling to the marble floor as a new wave of juices dribbled down her silky thighs, her slick-coated pussy pulsating at the loss of it’s now welcome intruder.

Sticking your hands in your pockets, you walked back over to the expensive black couch. Again. Hands behind your neck. Feet up on the coffee table. Eyes trained on the still playing television show. It was as if you hadn’t just fingered your boss to the brink of orgasm.

“W-why did you stop?! I was so close!” Irene complained, anxiously pulling her black and gold one piece off her body, a hand circling her clit, trying futilely to get it’s owner the release she so desperately craved.

“AHH! Yes! Fuck me just like that!”  

Speakers blared the sound of jav porn stars fucking. Torrid moans, bouncing tits, cum and spit squelching against each other, the sounds of fake, orchestrated sex filled Irene’s ears.

A very real line of arousal dribbled down her sensitive pussy lips, her legs trembling, eyes widening as she looked up at your languid figure on the couch before her.

“Mmm, this porno is soo fucking HOT”

You sighed, throwing your head back against the velvet cushion as you stroked your bare, hardened member. Irene’s eyes followed as a bead of pre-cum lazily traced down your shaft— its hard, attentive point posture at contrast with your layed out and relaxed body.

She wasn’t used to this. Men usually lusted over her, taking any opportunity to even see a glimpse of her body. Watching you so nonchalantly cast her aside, so quickly leave her bombshell of a body.

Nothing turned her on more.

“I know what you want Irene. You want me to fill up your little dripping pussy, want me to pin you to the wall again like the whore you are.”

“Y-yes” Irene quietly muttered, her eyes still following your hand, covered with her cum, stroking your cock to full mast. Her hand slowly dipped in and out of her entrance, the discarded dress dampening below her as her horniness reached it’s peak.

“Maybe if you beg like a good little slut, I’ll let you bounce on this cock”

Irene stiffened. If you had told her that an hour ago, she would’ve scolded you, scoffing at such an absurd request. Her housekeeper? Making her submit to him? No fucking way.

Beautiful, but neglected.

That’s what Irene was, a bitch waiting to be put in her place, waiting to be taken care of, waiting to be cleaned out of any dusty misuse, and filled like the fuckhole she is.

The magnificent dick in front of her twitched in arousal.

“I-I need your cock! Please! You’re right! I’m tired of taking care of people, tired of being in control. Deep down, I’m just a slut, your slut, your little obedient cumdump. U-use me, please!” Irene begged as she crawled around the sofa to kneel before you.

You smirked in satisfaction as you looked at your once haughty boss. Her beautiful tongue lolled out of her full lips, hands on her lap as her white, naked skin made a beautiful contrast with the black carpet. Irene’s eyes were hungry, needy, and most importantly, completely submissive to you. The former idol’s gaze flitted from your cock to your face, as if asking if she was worthy to approach her master.

Your hand reached out to her face, delicately inserting two precum covered fingers into Irene’s open mouth. She slobbered over you, lips sealing around your fingers as she leaned forward to accept your gift.

Assured that she was your fucktoy now, you leaned forward, cupping her pretty face as you uttered your first and final order of the night.

“Ride me until I cum, whore”

Like a switch was turned on inside her, Irene scrambled to straddle your spread, relaxed legs, moaning as she took your cock to the hilt in one go.

“Mmph! Thank you so much master! Fuck! I’m yours! I’ll make sure you feel good! I just want to cum all over your cock!”

Irene’s words jumbled into gibberish as she bounced on your swollen rod. She had been denied orgasm once already, and the pent up desire left her with nothing but the carnal need to be fucked, filled, and dominated.

“Fuck Irene! You’re a good fucking slut, faster, FASTER! UGH!” you slapped her bubbly ass as you started thrusting up into your new personal fucktoy. A thin layer of sweat colored Irene’s skin, her erect nipples begging to be sucked as her breasts bounced. Irene’s back arched in pleasure as your cock reached new depths inside of her, her full, wide hips gyrating on your crotch as her pussy lips hugged your shaft. You loved how much of a slut she was, the feeling of her slick dripping out of her grasping cunt and down your balls energizing your thrusts.

Deciding to take initiative, you quickly leaned forward, thrusting up into Irene— earning a squeal from the already overstimulated woman. Your lips found their way around a pink, hard nipple, your hands hugging the idol’s slim back close to you as you drilled into her wet, clingy cunt. In this position, Irene couldn’t do anything but groan in lust, her tongue sticking out of her open mouth as she desperately ground her hips against yours.

“F-fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Your cock is so good! Do me harder, use me like the good little fucktoy I am! AHH!” Irene screamed as your thrusts intensified, the sound of your balls slapping against her pert ass, her girl cum dripping out of her cunt as your bumpy, throbbing member massaged her inner walls becoming too much for her.

Irene wasn’t the only one who was pent up. All the earlier teasing left your balls itching to release their hefty load— to mark this slut as truly yours.

“FUCK! Your pussy is so good Irene. You’re such a slutty bitch. I want your pussy grasping around me while I cook our meals, while I clean our place, while I make our bed.” You growl into her ear, moans escaping Irene’s mouth as you move your hands to her ass. The soft and pliable cheeks made for the perfect handles for your hands as your thrusts reached a feverish pace, your gut clenching as you felt Irene’s pussy tightening around you.

“Y-yes! I’m your bitch! Your little whore! Your personal cockwarmer! You fuck me so good! I can’t imagine any other cock than yours up my slutty cunt! Cum with me, please! I-I’m AHHHH!”

Irene’s eyes rolled up in her head, her hands scratching at your back as she let out a pleasure-filled scream. Her walls pulsated around you, twisting and clutching around your cockhead, trying to coax precious cum out of their master. Eventually, her climax pushed you to the edge.

“F-FUCK! IM CUMMING! TAKE IT ALL YOU FUCKING WHORE!” You snarled, quickly pulling out and shoving Irene to her knees. You shoved your cock between her red, full lips, watching the look of surprise on Irene’s face as your gargantuan load filled her throat. Like the dutiful slut she was, Irene quickly wrapped her tongue around your cockhead, lapping up all of your precious semen, licking around the hard ridges of your member, worshipping it like a devoted little whore.

Calming down, you slowly sat down, smiling as your legs turning into jelly on the couch as Irene continued to suckle on your cock. You brought a hand to her head, petting your once ill-tempered, turned submissive boss as she dutifully cleaned your dick with her mouth.

“We’re going to have so much fun, aren’t we, boss?”

The Housekeeper : Part 3

Tags: Secret Slut, Extremely Needy Sex, Breeding, Mind-break, Creampie, Extremely Submissive Irene, Master kink, Praise Kink, Mild Exhibitionism

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*knock* 

“Unnie! Open up!” Seulgi says, looking down at her phone while a glove covered hand hovers in front of the mahogany door. A picture of Red Velvet, the girls happily eating together, lights up her phone. The fashion showcase was a few weeks ago, acting as the last time the SM Girl Group got together for an official reunion. 

*Knock Knock*

Seulgi smiles, looking up to give the silent door a more commanding, excited shout. “Hello? Unnie? I know you’re in there!” Official reunions aside, the last time the girls really saw each other was at Irene’s fashion showcase. Seulgi chuckles, remembering the beautiful, trendy dresses Irene had them wear, how she lovingly berated and scolded them just like when she was their dorm mother. Despite her laugh, a twinge of guilt flashes across Seulgi’s face, a remembrance of how she returned that love that day. 

“KNOCK KNOCK”

“It’s Seulgi! C’mon, let me in!” Seulgi shouts, and an expression of worry fills her face. Maybe Irene was angry at her. The Red Velvet leader had every right to be. Despite her shelling out thousands of dollars to make sure her members were given the best possible care, Seulgi and the others were nothing but rude to Irene on her special day. Joy ignored her for a new boyfriend. Yeri kept on intentionally misaligning the sleeves of her dress. And Seulgi? Seulgi barely made an effort to talk to Irene, giving the caring leader the cold shoulder throughout the night, just because she wasn’t in a good mood.

As she stood outside the apartment door, rubbing her hands together to ward away the cold, Seulgi comes to a decision. None of the other members thought it was important, thought that Irene’s feelings would get hurt. But she knows Irene, knows how tiring it must be to do so much and receive such a bland, indifferent reaction, especially from the people she cares so much about. She would make it right. She would apologize. 

“Hey Seul! What’s up?” The door opened, and there she is. Irene. Dressed in an expensive sequined blouse, the Red Velvet leader doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Her top is more of a bra, really, hugging the curves of her perky, medium sized breasts. Accompanied by loose black pants, the outfit is more fitting for a club party than a casual night at home. 

Seulgi stands still, hands frozen together as she stares at her leader, an expression of barely concealed shock painting her face. Irene hates wearing revealing clothes, especially at home. Growing up in the group, she was always the one telling them to be more modest, refusing to wear anything but joggers and sweatshirts when they weren’t under the spotlight. The idea that she would wear such a skimpy, slutty outfit at home, baffles the girl. 

‘Something’s wrong, I really pissed her off now, maybe I should leave…’ Seulgi starts to think, eyes scanning up from Irene’s form hugging black bra, to her creamy collarbone, to her red lipped smile, to the twinkling eyes of a leader excited to see one of her girls. There’s a dash of spice in her eyes, a certain glint of freedom that scares Seulgi. She knows that look. If she didn’t know any better, she would think that it’s the look she used to give her boyfriend, welcoming him at the door before they would fuck for hours on end, the look of desire, the look of need. 

‘No.. no I should stay. This is unnie we’re talking about! It’s just like the fashion show! I’m sure she’s just excited to see me! And I really should… apologize’ Seulgi makes up her mind, opening her mouth to reply to the welcoming woman, “Unnie… I want to talk. It’s about the other day.” 

“Sure! How bout we talk over dinner, cutie.” says Irene with a dumb smile, embracing the other girl and bringing her stumbling into the apartment foyer. None of the usual questioning, none of the usual pestering, Seulgi can’t keep up with how unusual all of this is, how weird it is to see a laid-back, almost stress-free Irene.

“D-dinner?! I’d love to!” Seulgi yelps, trailing after her excited leader as she is pulled by the arm into the spacious apartment. Irene’s enthusiasm is both suspicious and heartwarming, but the girl can’t help but forget her worries as the lavish penthouse spreads out in front of her. 

‘What has she done to the place?’ Seulgi wonders. Minimalist paintings dot once empty hallway walls. Leading into the living room, the previously deserted U-shaped couch is filled with plushies. Teddy bears, foxes, Hello Kitty dolls, they all bring in the feeling that the home is lived in, that it’s real. And the smell. Oh god the smell. Seulgi’s eyes widen when she is faced with the feast being prepared in the kitchen on her right. Irene hates cooking, she never eats at home. Even if she doesn’t admit it, Seulgi knows that it’s because having an empty dining room depresses her cold but caring leader. This makes the preparation of sunday roast, mashed potatoes, and a serving of traditional Korean noodles, japchae ( 잡채) even more shocking. 

“U-unnie.. What happened to you? Is this a phase? I’m worried.” she starts, taking her gloves, sitting on a padded dining chair. 

Irene dons a lazy smile, leaning over Seulgi’s shoulder, draping her bare arms around the younger girl as she replies. “Mmm? A phase? The only phase i’m going through is how much I like your dress tonight Seul, you’re so hot.”  A warm breath invades Seulgi’s ear with that last word, and she flinches, surprised when she feels a chaste hand creep down the front of her dress, giving her clothed nipples a light smack.

“S-stop it! Unnie!” Seulgi quickly grabs Irene’s hand with an angry blush. Irene has never touched her before. Even when she was going through a more rebellious phase, sneaking boys into their dorm for her and Joy to share, Irene never wanted to join, never showed the slightest interest in womanly affairs. Yet here she is, dancing around the dining table, laughing as she tweaks her own nipples for show,  the hard buds showing through her blouse in the clandestine light. 

She has to apologize. Seulgi steels her gaze, fighting her embarrassment to  meet Irene’s eyes, and loudly say “I-I’m sorry Unnie! I don’t know if this is my fault. Or any of the others. We were so rude to you on your lucky day. We should have been supporting you, but all we did was flaunt our boyfriends and steal your dresses. It’s wrong… I… I’m sorry!” 

Silence. 

Seulgi expected animosity, or some sort of disappointment, anything that would remind her of the Irene she knows and loves. However, when she looks up and meets her leader’s eyes, she instead sees the complete opposite. She’s smiling. She’s actually smiling. Not in a malicious way, not in a ‘that’s right you bitch, apologize’ way, but in a genuinely happy, content grin. It’s a grin of nonchalance, as if the behavior that Seulgi knew would bother her didn’t really matter, like in the grand scheme of things, she didn’t really care. 

Shock.

“U-unnie? I-” 

Footsteps.

“Dinner’s ready Irene! You didn’t tell me Seulgi would be coming tonight! Thank god I made a lot, huh” you say, smiling at a dumbfounded Seulgi as you balance dishes on your arms. 

“She just arrived! I’m sorry master, I didn’t know she would be coming, though I’m really happy to see her, right Seul?” Irene immediately moves towards you, picking up dishes, obediently assisting in the arduous process of setting the wide dinner table. You give her a hearty slap on the ass,  prompting a yelp from the older woman as she walks away with plates in her hands. Meanwhile, Seulgi freezes, staring blankly as dinner is layed out in front of her, the table being set amidst embarrassed squeals and whispered moans. 

‘M-master?’ the word echoes in Seulgi’s mind, the girl blinking, thoughts running through her head. Irene. The proud leader of Red Velvet. A beacon of post-idol life. One of the most successful CEOs in the fashion industry. Someone who she knows is horrible at expressing how she feels, calling someone master? It isn’t just that, he’s touching her, fondling her, playing with her. Irene hates men, yet this man, this housekeeper, is just allowed have his hands all over her sultry body.

‘Is this why she’s so different now? This has got to be some sort of sick joke.’ Seulgi thinks, a well of anger rising within her as she imagines her leader being sexually assaulted against her will. 

“Seul, you should eat! If you wanna make it up to me, try some of master’s steak! It’s shooo fucking good” says Irene, oblivious to her friend’s anger as she plays with the medium rare meat, juices dripping down her lips while she chews on the delectable meal. 

‘Stop chewing like that Unnie, you’re trapped here, aren’t you? This is some fucked up cry for help, right?’ 

“You know Irene, cooking can be real tiring, be a good girl and feed me, would you?” you yawn, leaning back in your chair as obedient eyes light up at your order. 

‘Don’t fucking do it Unnie. You don’t feed people! Not men! He’s just a housekeeper, how dare he talk to you like that.’

“Yes master! Here here, say ahh” Irene leans over, her perky breasts threatening to spill out of silky fabric as she leans over to her left. You smile, watching as her back curves in a delicious arch, bubbly ass stuck out while lithe arms extend towards your mouth. 

“Ahh” 

“STOP!” 

Seulgi stands up, violently pushing her chair back as she slams her hands on the table. There’s a fire in her eyes— born of a crude combination of guilt and anger. Anger at her leader’s uncharacteristic slutiness, at how easily Irene seems to bend to your will, following your every order like a submissive whore. Guilt at how she feels as if she spurred this on, as if her and the other members were willfully ignoring their leader’s feelings about their antics, causing Irene to  finally crack. 

Irene puts the spoon down, frowning in concern as she eyes her angered groupmate “What’s wrong, Seul? Does the food taste weird? I asked master to adjust the seasoning for you, it should be a bit better” 

“Oh i’m sorry Ms. Seulgi! Is everything alright? Do you want me to make something else?” You add, a glint of amusement flashing across tired eyes as you grasp the situation. A night spent dumping your cum into Irene’s holes was already exciting, but the prospect of Seulgi seeing how deeply you’ve broken her leader, how thoroughly you’ve transformed her? Lovely. 

“I don’t want any of your FUCKING food!” The enraged woman shouts, pointing at you with murderous eyes. “What have you done to unnie? You’re harassing her, aren’t you? I’ll have you fucking reported! I’ll- U-unnie?”

*ZZIP* 

Seulgi’s eyes go blank, her gaze slowly travelling down from your face to your torso, mouth opening in shock. Irene has completely ignored her groupmate, sitting on her knees, obediently licking up the gloriously curved surface of your shaft. Her soft tongue is sloppy, desperate, and needy to please as she gives you an enthusiastic fellatio. You groan out in pleasure, and your hand reaches down to caress your pet’s cheek, already wet with specks of precum and spit, her eyes adorably looking up at you, her mouth curving in satisfaction as she is praised. 

“U-unnie? W-what? H-how?” Words slip out of Seulgi’s mouth, agape in morbid stupor, her eyes just registering her unnie, giving her housekeeper, someone she’s always treated with such contempt, an obedient, messy blowjob. 

“What? A bit of a dumb question don’t you think, Seulgi? Mmm! Good girl… more on the balls for me… Perfect.” You half-groan in pleasure, eyeing Seulgi with a smug smile as you enjoy your pet’s service, the girl’s face turning white as she stares at Irene, kneeling, serving you. 

“But to answer your other question, “how?” It’s simple, your perfect leader, the bossy Red Velvet Irene? She’s nothing more than my cumdump now, nothing more than my obedient little whore” You make sure to emphasize that last part, watching in sinful pleasure as Seulgi’s open-mouthed shock turns into a papery frown of horror. 

“No… no way… Unnie, please, stop…” With a thud, Seulgi falls back onto her chair, pleading eyes glued onto her unnie, her rock for so many years, trying to get the slutty woman to salvage any ounce of her once indomitable pride.

Enjoying the idol’s futile begging, you take the time to pull Irene off your cock, the scantily dressed woman whining as her prize is taken away from her, her mouth still open in a heated gasp, full, red lips so soft, so inviting.  

“Sorry Seulgi, she’s a little occupied right now, nngh, aren’t you, my little slut”

“Mhm! MMMPH!” 

Irene gags as you shove her face onto your crotch.  Her throat clenches around your rod, swollen cockhead massaged by wet tightness as you look down and smile at her. Hypnotic black irises stare deeply into yours—   filled with a gaze begging to be used, to be fucked, to be owned. How can you resist? 

Your hands move from Irene’s soft cheek to the back of her nape. With a rough gasp, you bundle her silky hair around your fist, fingers caressing your pet’s scalp as her nose touches the base of your crotch. 

“Seulgi, you two used to go to voice lessons together right? Irene was telling me about it the other day, explains why her mouth feels so good to fuck. Don’t you think?” you tease the other girl, a grunt escaping your lips as you pull Irene to the tip of your cock, letting Seulgi watch the slow, obedient suction of her friend’s lips as they struggle to stay on your leaking head. 

Looking to the right, your member hardens just that little more as your eyes survey Seulgi. She’s breathing heavily now, hands still curled up into fists, face bright red at the sheer eroticity of the display in front of her. Scared in arousal, she meets your eyes. 

“Watch.” 

*GLUG* *MMRPH* 

Slurping noises echo throughout the brightly lit dining area as you roughly fuck Irene’s mouth. Her throat tightens around you with every clench of your fingers around her hair. She’s happy, nipples poking out of her revealing dress as she drools on your rod. A viscous mixture of spit and precum dribbles out of her chin,  staining the CEO’s perfect white skin, adding to her arousal as she feels the warm spit on her collarbone. 

You feel small hands reach up and grab your thighs. With a surprised, yet satisfied expression on your face, Irene thrusts her lips onto your crotch, her eyes staring up at you as she gyrates her head, giving you the full sensory experience. You groan. There’s something extremely sexy about Irene now, how she isn’t just obedient, but needy. How she isn’t just some lifeless toy, but a cumdump dedicated to serving your needs, to giving you the maximum amount of pleasure. 

Meanwhile, a soft moan escapes Seulgi’s mouth as she tries to bark out words of dissent— failing more and more with every second as the scent of sex invades her nostrils. She’s a woman too, and she can’t help but stare in horrific fascination as she watches such thorough fucking, such thorough domination. With a pop, you let go of Irene’s hair, chuckling as you allow your pet a reprieve, the sounds of her coughing music to your ears. Almost immediately, she kneels down to your balls, your eyes mesmerized by the delicious curve of her upper back. Puckered lips, a wet tongue, devoted eyes, these all greet you as your gaze shifts down at your slut— at an Irene happy to sit and suckle on your balls. 

“C-can’t you cum soon? Y-you’ve already used unnie enough, let her go… please..” Seulgi whispers, interrupting your moment of pleasure with her pathetic begging. You think of snapping, of chasing her out so you can enjoy your slut in peace. But that wouldn’t be right, she’s a guest. Guests should be entertained. And as a good housekeeper, you know just how to give her a show worth remembering. 

You look down at Irene, gently moving her away from your cock. A strand of saliva glimmers in the chandelier light, connected to a panting, stuck out tongue as your pet struggles to sit still on her knees. 

Stiff rod still hard, you turn and chuckle at Seulgi, “There. I let her go. What are you gonna do now?” 

Determination fills Seulgi’s eyes. She quickly stands up, circling the lacquered table, kneeling down next to Irene, the older girl still kneeling, obedient to her master despite the growing need between her legs. Seulgi grabs a napkin, using it to wipe off the translucent mixture of pre-cum and spit running down Irene’s mouth and onto the smooth, white skin of her breasts.

“Come on Unnie, you don’t have to stay here… E-especially with this… this fucking housekeeper! I’ll take care of you this time, I promise!” Seulgi pleads, shaking Irene’s shoulders in a valiant attempt to rouse her friend out of whatever spell she thinks she’s under. 

If this was a fairy tail, a fantastical story with a clear-cut, happy ending, that would probably work. In that world, you’d watch as Seulgi carries a disgusted Irene out, then wake up the next morning to cops ready to throw you in jail for sexual harassment. But this is your story, one of weeks spent waiting for the perfect moment to attack your bossy employer, one of countless moments spent under her heel. You’re the master now, and it’s time to teach Seulgi that Irene isn’t a princess to be saved, she’s a slut to be tamed, to be owned. 

“Irene.”

“Y-yes master?” Irene looks up at you, turning away from a desperate Seulgi. Her eyes shine with expectation as she leans towards you, the beautiful arch of her back accentuated by the tight fit of her blouse. 

“You know what Seulgi thinks? She thinks that you don’t want to be here, that you aren’t really mine.” You say, strolling over to the u-shaped couch, the two women craning their heads to track your movement.

“T-that isn’t true master! You know that i’m yours! Seul is just worried, that’s all. I’m sure she’ll come around.” Irene stands, hugging the still protesting Seulgi, gripping her like a child would hold their dog in place while being reprimanded by their parent. 

“What the FUCK?! Unnie, let’s go, there’s no way i’m letting you fuck this guy!” Seulgi tries to drag Irene away, but is unable to take her leader’s eyes off the black sequined couch, off you slowly jerking your cock, wet with her spit, to full mast.

“I don’t know Seul… master needs me, I need to take care of him, take care of his…” Irene’s mouth opens in a drool, her legs rubbing together as the musk of sex fills the air. You don’t even need to look back to know what she’s thinking, how she’s teetering on the edge of crawling to the couch and serving you like the slut she is. She just needs a little push, a little convincing. 

“Needs? NEEDS? He’s using you unnie! Please, come home with me, you don’t need to take care of anyone anymore, I promise.” Seulgi grabs Irene’s hand, planting her feet in an attempt to drag her friend, with her eyes still glued on you, out into the exit hallway. It’s amusing how desperate Seulgi’s getting, the calm demeanor of an apologetic sister thrown away, replaced with the ferocity of an idol that has dominated the K-pop world. Sad. If she came a little bit earlier, it probably would have worked. However, days of breaking Irene down, of taking her in her tiredness and soothing her in her annoyance have all but solidified her devotion to you. You are someone who is worth taking care of, someone who won’t turn her away, someone who, unlike Seulgi, knows how painful it is to have people walk out on you when you care for them. 

Irene, a tired caretaker, longing to be known, to be accepted.

You, a determined housekeeper, there to make a home where she is known, accepted, and gratefully owned. 

The math isn’t hard to put together, and the knowledge of this essential equation, this formula that lets you fuck, hastens the massaging of your now fully hard, fully ready cock. In the midst of your pleasure, a realization comes to your mind; the perfect idea to get Irene to break, to finally put her own designs into the blueprint of your home. 

“Irene, don’t you think that all this great food is wasted on the two of us, especially if your friends are going to be so… dismissive?” you start, Seulgi’s eyes darting in aggression at that last word. 

Irene replies, looking down in apology “M-maybe you’re right master, i’ll just go out to eat with Seul and the others next time! I’m sorry for ruining the night.” 

“Hmm.. A home isn’t a home without some company though, and i’d hate for you to get lonely with just the two of us here, especially after a long day at work.” You stand up, pushing Seulgi to the side and bringing a hand to Irene’s face, the girl’s eyes tracing up your naked body to your still hard member, now touching her open midriff. 

“W-what are you saying.. master?” Irene looks up at you, her back straightening in a flare of inquisitiveness, the exact trait that makes her such a successful CEO, the fiery determination that makes you want to own her,  that makes you want to mark her. 

“I know you want it, want to prove to master how devoted you are. You’re such a good pet, always ready to be fucked, to be used.” Irene shudders as your hot breath invades her ear, her nipples hardening under the black blouse. 

“R-really master?” She looks up at you, dark eyes sheltering a growing lust with every word of praise. 

“Of course Irene, and you know what master wants to do now? To help fill out our little home?” You draw Irene into a hug, kissing up her neck, leaving the beautiful woman moaning, thrusting her bountiful chest into yours. 

“W-what is it? I’ll help! I’ll do anything for you master! You can leave Seul there, i’m yours!” She groans out, bringing a clothed leg up to hug your hip, dry humping you with slick moisturizing her panty-covered crotch. From the couch, Seulgi looks on, horrified, and you revel in the feeling of victory as she opens and closes her mouth in despair. 

With a slow, hot breath, you whisper “I’m gonna fill you up with my seed Irene, i’m gonna fucking breed you. Then we can enjoy this home with our children, children who will love you. Don’t you want that baby? Don’t you want to be bred by master?” 

Irene looks up, and you can feel her chest heaving, her mouth opening in a needy pant as her crotch getting wetter against yours. A moment of silence passing between you two, a moment of shared, lustful understanding. 

“MMPH!” 

Your lips crash into Irene’s own as you lift the girl up by the ass. She wraps her arms around you, making sure letting her tongue out to massage your own while her hips grind against yours. She’s the only one still clothed, yet you can feel every gorgeous curve, every milky inch of her body on your own. It’s almost as if she’s throwing herself on you, casting away the last inch of pride and dignity to offer herself up as your woman, ready to be seeded, ready to devote herself to bringing new life into this world. 

With a thud, you throw Irene onto the couch, the black, sequined surface rippling as she moans in approval. Compared to earlier trysts with your boss, she’s completely submissive now, staring up at you with messy hair, obediently waiting for your next move. You kneel down, aggressively pulling Irene  so her legs are hanging off the side of the couch. Soft satin, and soft skin, their feelings assail your mind as you drag sticky leggings down her legs. It feels so good, smelling the musk of your pet’s arousal, massaging her sticky thighs as she instinctively spreads them for you. A few weeks ago, you never would have expected Irene to be so obedient, to be so ready to let you have your way with her. She was always the one demanding sex, demanding you to give her comfort. Now, you’re going to be the one on top, not giving her comfort, but giving her a gift, a child. 

You start rubbing your cock on Irene’s pink pussy lips, the woman mewling in anticipation as she grind her full hips up into you, waiting for the moment you dip into her heat. But you don’t want to, not yet, not before you break the other woman in the room. 

“M-master! Please! Mmm!” Irene throws off her bra, using her fingers to massage milky breasts, spreading her legs in an attempt to entice you to take her faster, take her quicker. 

“Shhh… Soon Irene, we shouldn’t forget about our little guest right? Are you sure she’s your friend? Why does she look so sad about your seeding?” You jeer, keeping your tip between the needy girl’s lips as she stops her mewling to look to the right. Seulgi sits at the other edge of the couch, hugging a cushion, knees brought to her chest  in fear. She stares at Irene in shock, guilt flashing across Red Velvet’s main dancer’s face as her leader smiles back at her, cum covering her once pure red lips. 

“U-unnie… I’m sorry… Please” 

“Seul, unnie wants this okay? I want to be bred, I want to be a real mommy.” Irene replies, tweaking her nipples in affirmation, eyes pleading with her younger groupmate to let her go. 

“B-but… we’re your family. Aren’t we?” Seulgi replies, sadness and guilt coating her voice, reaching her friend. Family. All the times spent in the dorm, on the stage, in the practice room run through Irene’s head. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, but did that all mean nothing? Wasn’t that already family? 

Uncertainty flashes across Irene’s face, the haze of sex temporarily broken, a bit of the old, virtuous leader showing through. “I- I don’t kn- AGHH!” 

Before she could finish, you bottom out inside of Irene, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head as your rough cock pushes inside her walls. A familiar dumb smile spreads on Irene’s face, her creamy legs instantly locking around her master, reminded of their duty. You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her lower back off the surface of the couch so that her ass is sticking out of the edge. From here, you start pistoning into Irene, feeling a new wave of squirt drip down your balls as her wondrous moans fill the living room. 

“No. You know, don’t you Irene? I’m your family now, me and the babies i’m going to put in you. Isn’t it so much more fun getting fucked, getting filled, by your master?” You bark down at the trembling woman, watching as her eyes roll up in her head with every thrust of your rough, veiny cock into her tight pussy. It’s beautiful, having her ass nestled in your large hands, feeling the warm pulsing of her creamy white skin as you defile her, as you mate with your boss like an animal. 

“AGHH! Y-YES! M-master… more… UGH!” Irene’s grunts fill the living room, her neck craning against the soft black cushioning, her tits bouncing with every rough thrust into her pussy. She catches a glimpse of Seulgi, the younger girl looking through a gap between shaking fingers at the debauchery in front of her. Irene’s grin grows wider, the thought of her groupmate watching her breeding, her defilement turning her on even more. She doesn’t need to be a responsible leader anymore, she’d rather be your slut, your little broodmare to build a home with, to fuck and fill whenever you want. 

You start moving slower, clenching your ass to move in and out of Irene in languid, long thrusts. Putting her ass on the couch, you give her cheeks a quick slap before moving yourself behind Irene. She’s on her side now, and you wrap one arm around her to grasp a sweaty breast, while another hand raises her leg to allow for more robust fucking. Facing Seulgi, you can’t help but thrust harder at every tear that falls down her cheeks. Irene, your formerly impatient boss, was in your arms, sucking on your fingers and spreading her creamy legs as you speared into her warmth. The thought of her watching the two of you sweatily mating, mixed fluids coating the formerly pure skin of her friend as you give Irene a thorough breeding only serves to increase your arousal. 

“Fuck Irene, you’re such a good slut. We’re going to make so many babies together, we’ll fill this apartment with happiness, isn’t that what you want?” You whisper into her ear, gyrating your hips to reach deeper inside her with every word. Irene loves it when you praise her. From congratulating her for a good day at work, to congratulating her for the babies you’re about to put in her, you can’t help but smirk at the abrupt change. 

“Y-yes master! I’ll be a good mommy! F-FUCK! C-COCK! More…” Irene’s tongue lolls out as she begs the feeling of the undulations of her ass against your crotch stopping as she gives up all resistance. She’s a literal fuckdoll, and her sweaty, soft, womanly body ruts against your own as you own her. Meanwhile, Seulgi’s hands lie on the couch, the girl in total shock at what she’s seeing. Her eyes scan over Irene’s body, how her mouth pants like an animal, how her breasts heave in exertion, how her pussy wraps around your cock. Sure she’s had sex before, but she’s never seen such dominating mating, such hot breeding. Soon, you watch as amidst tears, Seulgi’s hand slowly crawls to her crotch. In the end, she’s only a woman after all, and more than the pussy massaging your cock, or the warm breast between your fingers, you feast in the feeling of being a prime specimen, a male ready to breed, ready to finish the job. 

With a squeal, you flip Irene onto her back, the woman immediately spreading her legs as you use your hands to cup her delicate, roughed up thighs. With an encouraging squeeze, her mouth opens in an “o” as you raise her thighs up, and pull your cock out until only the tip is left inside. You look down at your masterpiece— at Bae Irene. Her hair is sprawled out around her pretty face, sweat dripping down her chin and onto her prominent collarbone. Her chest heaves with exertion, hard, pink nipples trembling in pleasure as her beautiful curves quiver in anticipation. Her legs rest on your shoulders now, and she stares at you in half-lidded eyes, pleading for you to do what you came her to, to own her.

“M-master, d-daddy, please… breed me” Her faint voice enters your ears, and you lose all control. 

“FUCK FUCK FUCK, D-daddy!! Baby!! I want your babies!! AGHH!” Irene screams in joy as you piledrive your cock into her waiting pussy, her slick walls massaging you, your balls clapping against her soft ass. Somewhere in between your thrusts, you hear Seulgi whimper, a pathetic orgasm compared to what you’re about to give Irene. You growl, quickly moving one hand down to grasp Irene’s throat, as she obediently moans out and cranes her neck up for you. Her beautiful breasts bouncing as you fuck Irene, your thrusts getting more erratic, signaling your closeness to release— your readiness to impregnate your woman. 

“I-Irene, i’m gonna cum, take it, get pregnant! FUCK!” 

“YES! CUM INSIDE ME! Please daddy! Please! Empty your balls into me! I’m your woman! Breed… BREED ME!” Irene screams, locking her legs around you as you give her one final thrust. 

“FUCK!” 

You explode, coating Irene’s insides with your baby batter as you rock inside of her. She ruts against you, raising her petite butt up to receive more of your virile seed. Primal. Raw. Dominating. Your mating session culminates in Irene’s happy squeals, her accepting moans at being gratefully seeded. Her walls get impossibly tight as she orgasms, the wet surface milking you, massaging every drop of sperm out of your cockhead and into her waiting uterus. It feels amazing, and you give her a few more final thrusts before eventually collapsing on top of her, your cock still resting inside the bred woman. 

Irene passed out, you roll off of her and sit on the couch, eyes settling on the vibrating figure of Seulgi on your right. She’s red, hot, bothered, a contrast with how much she looked down on you earlier. You smirk at her, at her gaze slowly moving down to your cock, still dripping with leftover cum.

“So. Am I still just a housekeeper?” 

Flight and Furniture

Tags : Threesome, Brat Jennie, Shy Submissive Rose, Creampie, Foot Fetish

First Collab with @sooyadelicacies​ , happy to work with someone as talented as you :DD 

“Daddy! You’re here!”

“Girls, I already told you not to play around on the furniture. Our place is new, it’s so expen—“ you pause, feet planted on the doormat, and eyes planted on Jennie and Rosé. They smirked. Letting their long, luscious legs hang off the sides of your Victorian armchair, bodies covered in nothing but thin bathrobes. “You were saying, daddy?” Jennie smiled innocently, wanting to test how far she could push you. You licked your lips. “As I was saying, expensive.”

“Rosié, you know better than to put your feet on the chair like that! I can’t leave either one of you here without the both of you causing trouble. I’m going to have to punish you both now. My baby girls are always so naughty….You may have a point…we should test some of this furniture shouldn’t we? The bed, the couch, the counters…”

“B-but daddy, what if I wanna be punished…” Rosie starts, changing her position so that she’s riding on the arm of the chair facing away from you, the white bathrobe revealing her bubbly ass. Jennie plays with Rosie’s hair as the bratty girl drags her pussy over the overpriced piece of furniture. “Right” a layer of slick covers the arm of the chair, shining in the afternoon light. “Over” Rosie grinds herself on the arm, her butt rippling as the shoulders of the bathrobe start to fall off of her. “Here, mmph!” She pauses, feeling Jennie’s soft feet on her clit, clean and pudgy toes applying delicious pressure as she smirks at her wanton group mate.

“Enough! Stop ruining the furniture. Both of you off the chair and into the bedroom, right fucking now. You’re both getting punished. I spoil both of you and it’s time I fucking get some return. You’re both going to go to the bedroom and be on your fucking knees by the time I get in there, understood?”

You were seething and both of them knew it. They really were going to get punished. “Y-yes daddy!” Rosie and Jennie scurried into the bedroom, Rose having trouble walking at first; a bead of anticipation running down her thigh as she thought about what was to come. You breathed. Never a break, huh. As much as you hated to admit it, your cock was hard and ready, poking out of your pants while the suitcase in your hand got heavier and heavier– as if your limbs already knew what they really wanted to be touching.

“You better be bent over girls! Daddy’s going to have fun with you tonight” You smirked, undoing your belt and holding it in your hands as you sauntered over to the bedroom. As you slowly walk into the bedroom, your eyes are greeted to a wonderful sight. Your baby girls, your pets, your sluts, Jennie & Rosie on their knees in nothing but their bathrobes.

“My flight and travel back here was quite tiring. Why don’t you both help Daddy relax now.”

You unzip your pants and fish out your cock. Both Jennie and Rosé lick their lips in anticipation.

“I can’t seem to remember…” You pause and start to think. “Which of you is better at sucking cock? Who loves my cock the most?”

“It’s me! It’s me daddy!”

  “No you bitch! It’s me!”

Jennie and Rose start arguing, salivating at being presented with your hard, veiny cock, slowly starting to crawl towards you as they butted heads.

*THWACK* you slap your belt on the floor, making them shiver in fear, staring at your cock with the same unbridled lust– but this time in silence.

“Remind me again Jennie. What do good girls do?” You palmed her ass as she stayed on her knees before you, eyes raising from your delicious looking member to your own.

“They make sure to pleasure daddy’s tired body after work! Good girls suck daddy’s cock as much as he wants you know? Here, ill show you! Mmph!” she takes her tongue out as she tries to lick the dripping tip of your engorged penis, but before she can get there, her hand is slapped away by the belt, ass slapped even harder by your hand for good measure.

“Tsk. I said answer, not lick.” you smirked down at the needy girl

“And you, Rose?” you moved your upturned gaze to your right side, the much more aroused pink haired girl trembling with both excitement and fear. as your fingers lazily play with her tits through the thin bathrobe, the small nubs of her perky breasts hardening through the towel-like fabric.

“G-good girls always follow what daddy says!” she says timidly, wincing in case the answer was wrong too.

Surprisingly, she feels a coarse, rough hand lift her chin up, a smiling kiss thrust on her soft lips. Rose moans in surprise, leaning into your lips before you disconnect, a line of spit connecting your smirk to her open, gasping mouth.

“Good girl. You get to go first.”

Rose happily starts to lick your head, slowly using her soft tongue to caress your engorged cock.

Jennie on the other hand is annoyed, but too afraid to say anything.

“Tsk. She’s not very good at it…”

“What was that Jennie? And I believe I said Rose could have my cock first, but you’re really going to leave my balls unattended? I thought you were better than that…”

Her eyes widen. “Daddy! Of course! I’m sorry, I love tasting your balls. Thank you. thank you!”

You sigh in relief as you feel Jennie’s long tongue on the underside of your balls. She sucks on them gratefully, making sure to cover them with a sheen of saliva as the sperm inside rumbles in arousal. Jennie’s tongue is aggressive. She makes sure to touch every part of your wrinkly balls, sucking on the surface of the skin and letting each of them pop out of her mouth after her ministrations.

Meanwhile, Rose’s tongue is soft, slow, and delicate. She barely touches the other parts of your long cock, but you didn’t mind. Her tongue swirls around your cockhead, beads of precum swallowed into her throat as she cradles your cock in her soft hands.

“Mmm”

“Augh, mmph!”

The sounds of the two girls slobbering over your cock made you moan out in delight, your hands laying on their heads, stroking their hair in satisfaction. “That’s it….those are my good girls. You’re both doing so well..”

Jennie was naturally sexually gifted in every way. She was the ultimate fucktoy, ready to suck, fuck, and grind countless orgasms out of you. Compared to her, Rose wasn’t nearly as much of a succubus. But what Rose lacked in sexual know-how, she made up for in how much heart she put into everything she did, how much she loved going against her innocent nature to offer her body up to you. The strongest physical connection to Jennie, and the strongest emotional connection to Rose; Jennie slobbering over your balls hungry for a meal, while Rose lovingly pleasured your cock delicately.

“Do you feel how full my balls are Jennie? All that cum stirring up, ready to shoot into your mouth, your face, into all of your holes, all over your body. Get them nice and warmed up for me. And Rose…I’m going to fuck your throat now….I want to hear you ask me, want to hear you beg for it.”

Usually, Rose would stutter all over you, mouth slower than her thoughts as she tries desperately to please you. But this time was different. Rose looked up, lips giving your cockhead a tender kiss as she calmly sat on her knees before you.

“Daddy, please fuck my mouth. I know that i’m not as good at sex as Jennie, but I only belong to you! I promise i’ll work hard so my face, my ass, my pussy, are all tailor made for your cock and your cock only.” she said sincerely, her loving eyes baring into yours as she begs on her knees, spit running down her chin as a teasing of what was to come.

The contrast. The absolute devotion she had to you and your cock. It did it for you.

If you were angry before, your eyes changed a bit with a glint of pure lust. The absolute filth and loyalty she had for you turned you on so much.

“Hmmm not bad. All of you belongs to me baby girl, not just your face, ass, and pussy, but you’re trying.”

You insert your cock back into her tight little mouth, slowly ramping up your speed, allowing her to adjust to your increasing length. As you push a bit more, her cheeks start to swell.

“You’re doing good baby girl. Use your chipmunk cheeks, savor every inch of my thick long cock for you..your favorite food.”

Not to be outdone, Jennie kept kissing and sucking at your balls.

“Hmmm. That’s enough Jennie. You can get to my cock a little later. Stand up. Take that dumb bathrobe off. While I facefuck Rose, I want to taste your tits.”

“Yes daddy!” Jennie stands up, stripping down quickly until she is butt naked. She palms her tits, pinching her pink areolas, her chest bouncing as she jumps up onto your right leg. You feel her arousal coating your leg, her pussy lips scraping against you as she offers you her beautiful round breasts.

“Mmm. That’s a good girl.” You mumble, your mouth suckling on Jennie’s tits, the eager girl moaning and grinding on your leg.

Rose, not wanting to be outdone, starts bobbing her head even faster on your cock. Now that your balls are free, she uses her nimble fingers to massage your sack, obediently gripping your long, hard, and veiny member with her wet, tight throat.

“Fuck Rose, you’re getting better at this. Your tongue is so good! Don’t stop, keep on going and you might just get daddy’s cum down your throat. Would you like that baby? would you like to drink down my seed like a good little girl?” you tease, your hand slapping Jennie’s ass to emphasize how many other options you have– how many other holes you can make cum.

Rose’s cheeks redden in jealousy, and her tongue gets more and more aggressive around your engorged shaft. She lets your cock out of her mouth, using her tongue to slobber all over it’s veiny sides, streaking your skin with her devoting spit. Her lips leave kisses around your member, mouth opening to suck on your balls as her small hands play with your cock, fingertips rubbing on the swollen head, begging for your cum.

"F-FUCK!”

Using your hands, you push Rose’s face and mouth back to sucking your cock. You bellow and bite down on Jennie’s nipple and she moans a bit in pain. You feel a pulsating rush throughout your cock as you fire shot after shot of hot cum into Rose’s mouth.

“Rose, give Jennie a taste and both of you swallow my seed.”

Unable to speak with her mouth full of your cum, Rose rises up and kisses Jennie on the mouth, swapping your cum back and forth with their tongues, their lips glazed in your sticky seed.

“Don’t waste a single precious drop you two.”

You watch from your position on the edge of the bed as Jennie and Rose engage in a sloppy kiss. Your cum dribbles down their chins as their perfect, perky tits mash against each other. A thin layer of sweat and arousal covers their bodies, with Jennie aggressively sucking on Rose’s tongue, leg raised on her groupmate’s, rubbing her pussy lips on Rose’s petite hips.

“Mmph! Your cum tastes so good daddy” Jennie laughs, sucking her fingers as she cleans up Rose’s face with her tongue

“Yes daddy. Please, give us more, ugh!” Rose moans, her body shivering as Jennie pinches her nipple

“Both of you on the bed, lie on your stomachs. Raise your legs up. Daddy wants to taste your feet now. I need to get hard  before I take you again.”

The two girls quickly lie on the bed, flinching as the cold cloth of the comforter touches their bare breaths, semen and sweat drying on their bodies. Their backs arch into a beautiful curve, asscheeks glistening as the warm light of the apartment bounces off of them.

They raise their legs behind them, offering their luscious feet to you.

You smile, a predator that has found his prey.

Joining the two beautiful women on the bed, you quickly look to your left, using your fingers to massage Jennie’s feet.

“You’re first this time baby, stick your feet out more for me” the husky whisper exits your lips before they push themselves onto the skin of Jennie’s sole.

“Mmph! Daddy!” Jennie wriggles her ass as her feet are bound by your hands, your nose tucked into the cleft between the two limbs as your tongue runs up and down her sweaty toes. Pliable, taut, lean, you loved Jennie’s feet. Years of walking runways and dazzling the world as a top idol felt between every curve, every bit of sexy skin. You could feel your cock hardening already, poking at the bed below you.

“Who do these feet belong to Jennie? Why do you take such good care of them? Why are they always so soft and smell so good…”

You take a long whiff, intoxicated by her feet.

“Why do they taste so good, Jennie?”

You start licking in long strokes up and down her soles and around the tops of her feet, sliding your tongue across her toes.

“Ugh! Daddy! They belong to you! I always take good care of them for you daddy! So you can lick them, so you can kiss them, so you can slide your cock in between them and let me service you! Anything for you!” Jennie moans, her feet flailing against you in pleasure as you enjoy them.

Rose looks behind her, pouting. “Daddy! My feet are here too! Please use them too, use them to get your cock nice and hard for your baby!” She begs, thumping her feet up and down on the soft bed, frustrated that she can’t be of use to you too/

Rose looks down in shame, eyes glued to the pillows propping her elbows up, as she hears Jennie squeal, your tongue going back to enjoying her delicious feet, while your hands grope Jennie’s ass, slapping it for good measure. It was like you wanted to make her jealous.

“Maybe if you suck my cock hard, i’ll consider fucking you after what you pulled tonight” you bark out in between licks, smirking, knowing what would come next.

“Y-yes daddy! I promise to make it up to you!” Rose’s attitude flips 180 degrees, and she quickly turns around, lying on her back, skootching below your semi-erect cock and taking it into her mouth. In this position, you could look down and see Rose’s breasts heaving in arousal, a hand cupping your balls as she takes your entire cock into her throat.

“Fuck, that’s good. good girl Rose” you hum, not forgetting to dot kisses on Jennie’s calves, massaging your spit into her soles to make her squirm in pleasure as well.

“Suck my cock baby girl. Show Daddy how sorry you are. You know….it’s really a shame….the truth is Rosie? You have some of my favorite feet, they really are perfect, so soft, so smooth, perfect arches, addicting and sexy.”

Jennie gets jealous and starts to wiggle her toes in your mouth.

“But, Daddy isn’t worshipping your feet Rosie because you were not a good girl earlier on that expensive furniture. So suck my cock like your life depends on it. I want to hear you gag and worship it.”

Hearing you admonish her so harshly, Rose starts sucking on your cockhead even harder. Her tongue swirls around it, coaxing the swollen head to full hardness. She even starts suckling on your balls, looking a lot more like Jennie with how aggressive she’s become. She loves you so much, and she wants to make it up to you the only way she knows how.

Jennie on the other hand, has other ideas. She turns around on her back, then slowly pushes her feet apart, letting them ride up on your shoulders, smirking while letting your eyes rest on her elevated pussy. Your spit runs down her soft calves, reaching her inner thighs, slowly creeping towards the prize that you stared at– her wet, waiting, pussy.

“Daddy, i’ve been a good girl right? Please fuck me. Use my pussy as much as you want. I need you!” she begs

“You’re lucky I like your pussy so much baby girl. You don’t get to decide what Daddy wants next, I do. What if I wasn’t done tasting your feet? Remember that for next time.”

Moving your mouth toward Jennie’s pelvis and legs, you somehow avoid disturbing Rose’s devoted, hard work on your cock. You slowly lick around Jennie’s pussy, kissing gently around her crotch, feeling her luscious thighs tremble around your head as you purposely avoid touching her lips. Jennie squirms, the skin of her creamy inner thighs rippling as her head whips from side to side. She’s never been good with teasing, and you were enjoying watching her breasts heave up and down as she tried to slide her pussy closer to your hungry, licking, tongue.

“D-daddy! I’m sorry! Do whatever you want with me! I’m just here for you to use! If you want my feet, I’ll give them to you! My pussy, i’ll give that to you too! My body is yours! So please let me make you cum!” Jennie begs, the feeling of not being able to move at all, pinned down by your tongue, your arms wrapped around her legs as you teased her driving her crazy.

Meanwhile, Rose had completely submitted to you, even without getting any action, she was happy to drag her long, soft tongue on the underside of your cock as it slapped on her wet, red cheeks, her face staring up at your balls as she lay face up beneath you. She was truly a submissive fucktoy, a good girl. A good girl who put you in the mood to be a little bit generous to her needy little friend. Deciding to give Jennie what she wants, you dive in and start mercilessly licking her pussy. 

“That’s what I want to hear baby girl. You are my tasty slut to do what I want with. And Rosié, you did well loving Daddy’s cock. Now hop on the bed, my cock is covered in your saliva so why don’t you show me how talented your feet are while I snack on Jennie’s pristine pussy.” you growl, Jennie’s slick dripping down your chin as you feasted on her puffy, aroused pussy lips. 

“Yes daddy!” Rose bounces up in happiness, lying down on her back, ass sliding against the now damp surface of the white comforter. You’re sitting down now, legs spread around Jennie, your face buried in her pussy as you would a delicious meal. Rose’s feet slide onto your lap, soft, clean, and most importantly, untouched. The feeling of her more elegant, more graceful soles, with their silky skin rubbing against the head of your cock, made you moan in delight.

Jennie was getting more into it too. Her thighs gripped around your head as your tongue took it’s time exploring the depths of her pussy. Her wet and tight vaginal walls gripped your tongue, the cleft of her ass raising off the bed as she tried to push more and more of you into her.

“Eugh! Daddy! I love how well you eat me out! Is my pussy good enough for you? I haven’t masturbated this whole week, I just wanted to be as wet for you as possible!” Jennie squealed, locking her feet around your head and rubbing her dripping pussy lips on your face. Getting annoyed with Jennie’s antics, Rose wanted to show you her value. She  uses her wonderfully soft soles and painted white polish toes to massage and jerk around your cockhead, touching your tip with her toes, generously rubbing it all over. 

“Daddy, do my feet feel good for you? Are they better than Jennie’s? I keep them soft and clean for you always, I put on white polish because I know it’s your favorite! Please! I’m a good girl for you right? I’m your whore, right? You have to know that Daddy!” Rose moaned, her ass sliding against the now damp comforter as her legs contract, the muscles in her calves rippling as she jerks you off with her sexy feet. 

“FUCK! Yes Rosie, you’re a good whore, the best one there is. I love how your feet feel on my cock, so soft, so smooth, so fucking sexy.” you snarl, the alternating feelings of her mouth and feet finally getting your cock to it’s full, glorious mast.

A strong, suffocating feeling fills your head. Rose was never this honest, this wanton, this slutty. You had to have her, to use her, make this little obedient slut yours.

Jennie yelps as your tongue leaves her pussy, her legs thrown to the side and her tits rippling as you pounce on Rose. “Daddy!! Jennie shrieks at the sudden loss of pleasure, annoyed that you liked Rosé’s feet more than hers.

Too overcome with desire, you grab ahold of Rosé’s ankles, her blonde head bouncing on the sheets as you aggressively spread her legs. Your fully hard cock slapped on her drooling labia, her inner thighs shaking, the clefts of her ass flattening against the bed below as your spread her wide open. The vocal queen mewled in delight, using her hands to knead her own tits in preparation for your cock, in preparation to be used by her daddy. 

"I’m going to fuck your pussy raw and ruin your tight little hole. Would you like that baby girl? Would you like to be a nice cockwarmer for your daddy?” you said, your predatory eyes focused on those of the submissive slut before you. 

“Y-yes daddy! My pussy is yours! Fuck me, mark me, cum all over me! Cum in me if you want to! I’m just here to please you! Just here to be your little pussy to mate with!” Rose begged, eyes tearing up with the pure, unbridled desire she held for you. You had always wanted to see her break down, to see her really enjoy sex, to want it as much as Jennie did. Now, with her begging so feverishly in front of you, how could you resist? 

Quickly, your thrust your hips forward, burying your cock into Rose’s pussy. She was so warm, so soft, so welcoming. It was as if her pussy was waiting for you, her walls massaging your cock deeper and deeper into her folds as you spread her legs open with your thighs. The suctioning power of her grasping pussy let you dig deeper into her, and you unconsciously got onto your knees in a full on mating press, your breath hitching as you watched Rose’s eyes roll up in her head in pure, unbridled satisfaction. 

Any normal man would’ve been happy with that; with sheathing his cock inside this sweet goddess’ pussy and leaving it there to be serviced. But you weren’t any man, you were her daddy, here to dominate Rose,  here to claim her as yours. 

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* Your hips slam against Rose’s slim figure, pinning the girl to the bed as you aggressively fuck her. Her beautiful tits heaved, late afternoon light painting them in a magnetizing orange glow. Meanwhile, the flow of her arousal thickens, her juices sliding down your balls as you took the formerly meek, now needy woman below you. You never felt more powerful, more horny, more dominating, than in this very moment, smiling as you watched the idol below you shake her head from side to side, eyes shut tight as she was taken like the cocksleeve she was.

“Daddy! y-your cock is so good! You’re so deep! AGHH! FUCK!” Rose screams, raising her ass upwards as she let herself get fucked by you. What a good girl, you thought, impressed by how her wet toes squirmed, feet trying to lock behind your large, dominating back. Even now, she tries to submit to you, tries to offer more of her voluptuous body to your hungry eyes. A good girl like this should be praised, treasured, loved. But you didn’t want to slowly treasure her, you wanted to claim her, to mount her, to make her fully yours and yours alone; to corrupt the once innocent Rose into a cock needy little whore. 

You lean down and start slobbering all over Rose’s tits, your mouth locking around a pink areola, your lips tasting her soft, creamy skin. Her breasts squished against your face as the idol moaned in delight, back arching and hips bucking against your still piledriving cock. You felt her walls clench around you, a new, sticky strand of slick dribbling it’s way out of her pussy lips as she was further dominated. 

“Fuck baby, I love your pussy, love how submissive you are for me. Isn’t it nice Rose? Nice to let go, nice to let yourself be who you know you are?” you whisper, moving your mouth to aggressively suck on the girl’s neck, already craned out and ready for you. 

“AGH! MMPH! MMM! Yes Daddy! I love being used by you! I love being your little slut! Please! Make me cum!” Rose manages to groan out, leaving her perky little butt raised up for your cock as she gave up all her efforts, the last shreds of self control leaving her body. You smiled, she was truly, fully, yours. 

You raise your hips, letting just the tip of your cock rest between her pussy lips, ready to give Rose one last round of intense, dominating fucking before you pump your cum into her. At least, that was the plan, until you feel a pair of  familiar breasts press into your back. Familiar hands guide their way to your cock, slipping it out of Rose’s pussy and slowly jerking it off as you hear a desperate moan in your ear.

“Daddy, have you forgotten about me?” Jennie whispers, licking your ear as she grinds her voluptuous tits into your back, jerking your erect, swollen dick with her small hands as Rose’s leftover drip slid down her fingertips. If Rose was needy, Jennie was absolutely craving for you. Her hot, ragged breath warmed your neck, the “IT Girl of Korea” fumbling to massage your wet cockhead with her moist palms. 

No. You haven’t forgotten, who could possibly forget about such a sexy, desirous slut like her?

Turning around, you quickly wrap your arms around Jennie, giving her ass a playful slap, prompting a moan from the untouched model before carrying her by her armpits and laying her on Rose. The already fucked Rose could barely resist as she felt her groupmate’s glistening pussy rubbing on her own, groaning as she felt the lovely friction of her sucked, played with nipples on Jennie’s marvelously hard ones. Jennie looked behind her, already laying her creamy tanned thighs on Rose’s whiter ones, mewling while she grinds her pussy on the helpless girl below her. The look in her eyes was smoldering, desperate, needy. Needy for you. 

“D-daddy! Please fuck me too! Fuck me hard like you always do! I’m your bitch, your wet fucking whore! Take me!” Jennie wriggled her ass as she begged, the bubbly cheeks shining with her accumulated arousal. The once high and mighty Jennie Kim, always acting like she knew it all, like she was the most important girl in the room, bent over, pleading for your cock? How could you resist?

You hunch over the mashed together bodies of Jennie and Rose, slowly inserting your throbbing cock into Jennie’s pussy. Fuck, she was so, so tight. Compared to Rose, whose walls were like a gentle, but thorough massage, Jennie’s pussy differed in just how tight she was. It was like entering a forbidden place, entering a treasure on the woman’s body that was never meant to be looked upon, never meant to be violated, never meant to be owned. 

“AHHH! Y-you’re fucking me open, d-daddy!” Jennie threw her head back in a throaty moan as you eventually bottomed out inside her. You smirked at the woman below you, her back covered in sweat as her little buttcheeks opened for your thick cock, the girl below her squirming as your sheer domination pinned both of them to the bed. Jennie’s pussy lips gripped your shaft tightly, wet squirt acting as the perfect lubricant for you to thrust into her tightness. Her walls gripped your cockhead, their wet embrace making the veins on your shaft pulse in primal joy. Now she was looked upon, now she was violated. All that was left was… 

To own her

“Mmm, you’re always so tight you know that Jennie? It’s as if you don’t want me spearing you open, as if you don’t want to be fucking dominated. But let’s admit it, you like this don’t you?” You slowly thrust in and out of Jennie’s pussy. In contrast to the full fucking you gave Rose earlier, Jennie’s tightness made it only appropriate to slowly rock your member inside her welcoming vagina, digging deeper and deeper with every undulation of your hips. The idol’s back rippled against yours, slowly developing into a delicious arch as your chest pushed her down onto the bed. 

With Rose, you made sure to aggressively mate her, to fuck her like a bitch in heat and make her scream out your name. You wanted to shatter her meek personality, to see her begging for you. But Jennie always begged for you, she was always direct, always ready to be fucked into whatever surface you pleased. So now, you fucked her softly, grinding and dipping into her waiting heat like a sweaty lion breeding females in a savannah, using her pussy as nothing but a comforting release, nothing but another part of your kingdom.

“Mmmm! Daddy! Fuuuuck! You’re so g-good when you fuck me slow like that!” Jennie mewled. You sucked on her neck, hands lifting her sweaty breasts from Rose’s used ones, mauling them, gripping them tightly as you continued your rythmic thrusts. Jennie’s back arced, and you licked your lips as you watched the girl shake with need, her slim and taut body turning into putty in your hands. Slick was continuously dripping out of her now, landing on Rose’s pussy below her as she was slowly and deliberately fucked. You couldn’t believe how tight she was, how good she made you feel. She was your lioness, once fierce, now tamed, and it was time to mark her as yours.

“F-fuck girls, i’m gonna cum! Be good for me and touch each other, daddy loves it when he sees his two girls get along while being filled with his seed.” you growled, slapping Jennie’s ass as you got on your knees, your thrusts getting more frantic, more feverish into Jennie’s pussy. In this position, your balls easily slapped against the engorged pussy lips of Rose, and the sheer eroticism of being fucked and filled at their daddy’s pleasure made both girls tremble with anticipation. 

“Y-yes daddy! I’ll-mmph!” Jennie’s eyes opened wide in surprise as her smaller lips were captured in between Rose’s fuller, red ones. The once timid girl below her shoved her tongue into the Calvin Klein model’s mouth, moaning as their tits smashed together in a sandwich of pure feministic lust. 

“Come on Jen! Use that sexy mouth of yours so we can make daddy happy!” Rose gasped out in between kisses, grinding her pussy up into Jennie’s clit as the girl on top of her started screaming in overstimulation. In between your large cock dominating her insides and Rose’s lips peppering her neck with love marks, it was all Jennie could do to lean down and suck on the other girl’s perky, needy nipples. 

“D-daddy! Please cum! Cum in us! Fill us with your seed! Look at Rosie and I? Aren’t we good little bitches for you? Our pussies are yours, our bodies are yours!” Jennie moaned, her walls tightening around you as she professed her complete submission to your cock, her body writhing as she swapped saliva with the girl beneath her.

“Yes daddy! We’re your cumdumps, your little girls! Please fuck your cum into us, use us to empty your balls! I love your cock! I love you so much!” Rosie yelps, her legs falling to the bed as she tries to buck her hips up, the sheer length of time she’s been in heat starting to take her toll on her, starting to tell her she needs to be filled.

Looking at the two of them below you, sweaty tits, glistening thighs, pliable asses, eyes pleading for you while their tongues lolled out of their mouths in a needy pant, you were pushed to the edge.

“FUCK! I’m fucking cumming! Take it all!” you roar, hunching over your two women as the first spurts of cum enter Jennie’s pussy. The tightness overwhelms you as Jennie orgasms with you, her pussy clenching and grasping at your shaft as you bless her with a few hefty globs of cum.

“AGH! Yes daddy! I-it’s so warm!” This time, Rose screams in need as you quickly pull out of her groupmate and thrust your cock into her. Her walls, welcoming as ever, massaged even more cum out of your cock, your balls emptying into the grateful embrace of a woman well seeded.

Pulling out of Rose, you look down at the work of art below you. Cum seeps out of used pussy lips as Jennie and Rose pant below you, their thighs intertwined in the torrid embrace that only two dominated women can share. They collapse in tandem, satisfied smiles dancing across their tired faces as they hold each other.

“Thank you so much, daddy.” 

Practice Shoot

Tags: Defloration, Virgin, Coercion, Tsundere Minju, Forced Creampie, Squirting

Anniversary post for my first month on tumblr! Thank you all for helping me grow into the writer I am today :DD 

“I love you too, Oppa” 

Small, full, red lips embrace your own in a soft kiss. Lavender. She smells like lavender, like clean shampoo and expensive perfume and just a hint of the champagne she just downed. 

Pulling Minju closer to you, your fingers dig into the soft skin of her hips. How can someone be so fragile, so perfect, so delicious? You feel her arms wrap around yours, the kiss deepening, her wet tongue making it’s way between your lips. Minju’s black dress flutters as your tongues dance, moonlight shining through the dining room curtains, illuminating a blush on the face of the girl you loved. 

“Mmph!” Minju moans as your rough hands grab her by the ass, soft cheeks pulsating beneath your fingers as you plop her onto the lavish dining table. Your lips disconnect from hers as you start to kiss down her neck. ‘Mmm, sweaty. Is she nervous?’ you wonder, your actions getting more and more aggressive as your tongue darts out, leaving love marks down her collarbone. Minju’s lips parted in a sultry “oh”, her chest heaving as your kisses reach the cusp of her upper breasts. 

“Shhh, don’t worry baby, i’ll make you feel good” you mumble against the girl’s neck, hearing a stifled moan as you continue your oral assault on her gorgeous skin. Lavender… and arousal. You smiled. Minju was like a flower; always so delicately beautiful, someone who loved being admired from a distance. But every flower needs pollen; every woman needs a good, honest, fucking. Your hand wraps itself around her thigh as the fabric of her dress hikes up, revealing clear, sexy skin, sheening with sweat. She was ready to be pollinated; pollinated by you. 

You had to have her, had to take her, had to fuck her. 

Like a magnet, your clothed cock gravitates towards Minju’s mound, waves of fabric ruffling as you hungrily hike her skirt up higher, and higher, and highe-

“CUT!”

Wait… w-what?!

“You’re really annoying, you know that?” you scowl, elbows leaning on the balcony railing behind you, wind softly blowing through the night air, the sound of zooming cars below a low buzz in your ears. 

“I-i’m sorry okay! It’s not easy doing that thing, especially with you!” Minju retorts. She stutters as she talks, sitting down on the bench behind you, drinking a bottle of water to calm her nerves.

“It’s called sex, Minju.” 

“I-I know what it’s called!” 

It was ten minutes after yet another failed take. The shoot for today’s episode was supposed to be simple. Minju was to play the rich, sheltered girl who had finally learned to open up to the love of her life, and you were to play the love of her life that would open her up, emotionally and physically. 

Now the emotional part was no problem. Hailed as the “Flower of Korea”, Minju was the most sought after young actress in korean television. Advertisements, dramas, movies. You name it, and Minju probably received an invite to do it. She had a talent for bringing out the most in her performances, through confident expressions and a surprising amount of versatility.

The problem, as one can probably tell by now, was the physical part. This was Minju’s first time in a romantic drama, as she was usually cast for innocent, comedic roles. Aside from soft pecks on cheeks to appease lovesick fans, she wasn’t used to any kind of real physicality with her castmates. You look up at the night sky, wincing as you remember how many takes it took just to teach her how to use her tongue during your first kiss scene. 

Sure, Minju is hot, in fact, she’s downright gorgeous. Beautiful eyes, wide hips, creamy legs, bouncy tits, she had it all. Any man would be excited at the chance to fuck her brains out. But all you feel is frustration. The two of you were on the 150th take of this stupid sex scene, one hundred and fifty takes! Every single time, you’d get into it, ready to suck, fuck, and cum all over Minju. Yet every single time, she would get cold feet and signal for a cut, just when things were getting heated, just when you were rock hard. Every. Single. Time. 

But not this time. This time, she’s yours.

“We’re leaving, follow me.” 

You grab Minju by the hand, dragging the startled girl through a pair of bay doors and onto a huge movie set. Weaving through the crowd, you saw workers carrying set pieces, cameramen lugging huge metal rigs, and extras roaming around before the next take. ‘Director’s doing the side character scenes instead, huh? Probably a better call considering our performance tonight’ you think. 

“Hey! Where are you two going? We need you guys for the next scene!” the director shouts, waving you over as you make a beeline for the exit. 

“Sorry boss, we’re taking the night off, practice shoot, you’ll understand.” you smirk at him, elevator doors closing as you hear his final, distressed words. 

“What does that even mean? Hello?! Hey! You can’t just lea-” 

Silence.

The two of you are alone now. You in your bespoke black suit, and Minju in her dazzling black dress. Your hand stays clamped around the girl’s wrist, as if signaling the urgency of this sudden, unplanned,  “practice shoot”. The quiet breaks Minju out of her dumbfounded state, the alarmed expression on her face quickly turning angry and confused. 

“P-practice shoot?! Hey! Where are you taking me! We still have to film!” Minju protests, trying to shake her hand out of your grip as the elevator slid down to the studio’s basement parking. She’s cute like this, shaking her head and trying to pull you towards the elevator buttons, the small muscles in her arms rippling as she digs in her heels to pull. Feisty. She’s way too feisty. Imagine if she’s this enthusiastic bouncing on your cock, or jerking you off, or using that beautiful, annoying little mouth to lick and suck and- 

*BANG* 

You slam Minju against the elevator wall, prompting a whimper from the agitated girl. All the movement from earlier stopped, her eyes widening as she realizes just how close you’ve gotten. Your huge figure towers over her small, vulnerable body, hands holding her wrists above her head in a position of absolute submission. ‘That’s better’, you thought, casting your gaze down on the subdued Minju.

“Let me go! This is harassment! I’ll report you! D-do you know who I am?”

Your lips raise in a smirk as you stare at Minju. Her small wrists wriggle in your grip, shoulders lifting against the cold steel as she tries to escape. From an outsider’s point of view, it might look like Minju really is struggling, like she would rather be anywhere else in the world than pinned down by her co-lead. But you knew better. 

While her mouth barks obscenities at you, you watch as a pink blush covers Minju’s soft cheeks. You aren’t even touching her yet, but her breasts heave, sweat dripping down her bare armpits as she rubs her legs together in unconscious arousal. All the takes, all the make-out sessions, all the times your sensual hands flicked, squeezed, and massaged her body had taken their toll on the young actress. You smile, she’s horny.

“You know Minju, you should really be more honest with yourself.” you lean in, whispering into her ear as your free hand slowly finds it’s way to her clothed thigh, fingers playing with the black fabric as you massage the mound of flesh in your palm. She’s so soft, so petite, so fuckable.

“What are you talking about? G-get your hand off of me! Mmph!” 

*SLAP* 

Your huge hand lands on her ass, prompting a yelp from Minju as the so-called “Flower of Korea” raises her leg to hug your own. The two of you are even closer now, your laborous breaths heating up her neck as she lies on the wall in front of you. Small hands pinned above her head, a delicious leg wrapped around you, and her eyes, god, those eyes, staring up at you in a mix of anger and smoldering hot desire. 

“Admit it Minju, you’re terrible at sex. You keep on saying that you’re fucking “good to go” for the scene, but deep down, you’re scared of how good it feels aren’t you? How good I make you feel” your hot breath blankets the skin on Minju’s creamy neck as you start sucking on it, feeling the smaller girl tremble beneath you. 

“N-no I’m not! I’m great at sex! I’ve fucked tons of people! So get off of me! It feels so… so… AGH!” With a bang, she throws her head back against the elevator wall, her dampening crotch unintentionally bucking up against your own. Your grip on her leg tightens, the pliable skin of her thigh rippling beneath you as you roughly dry hump the poor, inexperienced Minju against cold, elevator steel. 

“ARGH! Mmm… right there! Yes!” Minju’s pretty little lips open up in a needy, desperate moan. Deep down, she loves this raw, animalistic position. You’re the predator, mounting and pinning her to the wall with an aggressive mix of licks and kisses. Right now, she’s nothing more than a sexy little bitch, and she knew that you’re the one who would conquer her. Faster, faster, she wants you to go faster, her creamy legs spreading for you as she feels your clothed cockhead poke at her clit. Hike up her dress, slap her ass, taste her sweat, faster, faster!

*DING*

“You dick! W-why’d you stop?! I was so c-close…” 

“Thanks for waiting. Start the car for us will you? We’re going home.” 

Your driver bows, proceeding to walk through the empty parking lot with a stiff, almost awkward gait. You turn to Minju, whistling in appreciation at the wet, sweaty, horny mess you’ve made out of the inexperienced girl. A deep blush covers her face as she realizes the fool you’ve made out of her, her busty chest still heaving, hard nipples almost slipping out of the black fabric as she recovers from your attack. She glares at you, deep brown eyes surprisingly not full of anger, but desire; the desire to fuck, to mate. 

Light footsteps carry you across the parking lot, while you made sure to whistle and skip like a child who just got his favorite toy. Imagine, Minju, the know it all golden child of the industry, your toy. You’d fuck her tonight, and you knew that the knowledge that deep down, she couldn’t wait, infuriated her. You look behind you, smirking at the girl still stuck inside the elevator, legs trembling, barely standing.

“Let’s go. Practice shoot, remember?” 

“You really wanna fuck that bad, huh” you chuckle, Minju quickly averting her gaze from your crotch, pushing a marshmallow into her mouth. A beautiful assortment of cakes, tarts, and pies adorn the dining table, the warm light of your apartment’s dining room illuminating the fruits and candies scattered amongst the sweets. The scene was supposed to start after an intimate dessert night at your place, an especially taxing formal ball supposedly making the two of you want something sweet. You had brought out all of the sweets you  received as gifts for being part of such a popular drama, and the table setup you and Minju share now was much more delicious than whatever they had you act over in the studio. 

Funnily enough, for all the delectable sweets on the table, Minju looks like she was craving something… saltier. She had barely spoken during the car ride home. Not that she could have anyways, you made sure the overstimulated girl was busy stifling moans as your hand pushed against the damp nub of her clit throughout the drive. Slaps on the ass as you walked through the empty apartment lobby. Palming her perky tits from behind as you journeyed up countless floors. Even her once angry, babbling mouth was nothing but silent as you had her slobber over your fingers while waiting for you to unlock your door. 

Don’t even get started on dinner. The poor girl was so horny it was almost comical how she tried to act haughty, tried to act like she was only here for work. You stare at Minju, watching as the last bites of cake are gulped down her throat. Her dress is even more sexy now, ruffled from hours spent making out with you, hours spent being grappled, dragged, and adjusted as your hungry hands pleased. Meanwhile, the Flower of Korea’s skin glows, the soft, delicious surface of her arms and chest rippling as she ate. You could only imagine how mouthwateringly supple her thighs would be, how hot it would be to have them drip with cum, wrapping around your- 

Fuck it. You’re done imagining, done waiting. It’s time.

“So Minju, here’s how this practice shoot is gonna go, since you obviously don’t know what’s going on” you start, watching as she opens her mouth instinctively to rebutt against you.

“I know what’s going on! We just have to f-fuck on this table right? I’ve went through the script, i’m not an amateur like you.” she scoffs, standing up and leaning on the clothed table, balancing on her hands, perky breasts gravitating towards the hard surface as her ass sticks out behind her. 

You lick your lips, standing behind Minju as you wrap your arms around her waist, making sure not to touch her anywhere else, not to give her any pleasure.

 “Hmm, are you sure about that? Last time I remember, you’re the one always calling the director for cuts, the one always pussying out.” you taunt, reaching down to drag one long finger across Minju’s clothed slit, gauding the proud girl. Minju starts pushing against you, hands trembling, full, red lips opening and closing while thinking of a counterargument, a way to fend off your sensual attack.

“That’s just because… because, you’re terrible at this! Asshole! Mmph!” She starts grinding against you, elbows landing on the hard table as she pushes her ass back, trying to get more of your long, experienced fingers near her pussy. You loved Minju in this position— bent over, needy for you, her silky thighs spreading, creamy hips wiggling to have you fuck her like the whore she really was. 

“Really now? Terrible?” you start, quickly leaning over Minju, one arm moving the pastries below you aside, and the other pulling her dress down by the bra, fabric ripping as her beautiful tits bounced free, nipples hardening in the sugar scented air conditioning. 

“EEK! Agh!” 

You aggressively pinch a nipple, hands mauling her tits as she bends over for you, tongue kissing her neck whille you mumble into the yelping girl. 

“Is this so terrible, Minju?”  

“Y-yes! If we do this, I won’t be in control! I won’t be able to perform! It feels too g-good and i’m… mMM!” she moans, feeling you grab her hips, dominating her, dragging the remnants of her dress past the delightful curve of her ass and down her legs. 

“You’re?” you growl, daring her to answer. Minju stays bent over, squealing as you follow the descent of her gorgeous dress down even more gorgeous legs, kissing down her thighs and calves, then kissing back up the backside of her legs. You were like an animal, licking up her thin, taut calves like you had just uncovered your next meal, and Minju loved it. She spread her creamy legs open, shoving her ass back at you while her throat belted out a loud groan. 

“I’m a virgin!” 

Your kisses stop. The bubbly curve of her ass cushioned your forehead, your nose stuck in her panty-covered slit as you inhaled in surprise. Kim Minju. A virgin? The stuck-up golden girl of Korean entertainment, never fucked, never touched, never… inseminated? 

“S-so please, be gentle, F-” Minju timidly whispers, a drop of arousal dripping down to your lips as you felt her butt cheeks tremble, as if they were excited for her next words.

“Fuck me.” 

A glint shines in your eyes, the corners of your mouth raising into a rare, devilish smile.

Kim Minju. A virgin. Never fucked. 

Kim Minju. A virgin. Yours to fuck. 

You stand up, pulling down Minju’s black panties, her ass jiggling with the sheer speed at which you rip them off of her. The girl yelps as you use one hand to raise her feet up, throwing the dumb, obstructing garment off of her once and for all. Then, you unbutton your dress pants and fish out your cock— your large, veiny, hard cock, rock solid with arousal from hours of being denied it’s one desire. Now, that desire was right in front of you, and you would take it. 

“Mmph! You’re so… so b-big!” Minju’s eyes widen as she looks behind her. Your cockhead pushing her pudgy pussy lips open, the pink flesh parting for it’s first ever intruder. You look down at her, smiling as you watch the girl shake her petite hips, her delicious ass covered in a layer of slick as her naked back cranes, overwhelmed with the feeling of being mated. Slowly, you push your cock all the way in, leaning forward into Minju with a sigh as your balls satisfyingly slap against her clit. Her walls are so… tight— tighter than anything you’ve ever felt before, wet with juices, already molding around your cock, massaging it, feeling it out and getting used to the ridges, the hardness, the overwhelming size. 

“Fuck Minju, how does it feel? How does it feel to have my cock inside you, ready to fuck, ready to mold your pussy into the perfect little cocksleeve, huh?” you growl, giving the girl a few preliminary, shallow thrusts, tightly gripping her warm hips as you buck your own against her. 

“It feels g-good! But stop saying things like that! It’s so dirty-AH!” She squeals, the sound of plates shaking reverberating through the room while her elbows hit the table. You start fucking her properly, slapping her bubbly ass, groping the taut flesh as you stand upright behind the gorgeous actress. Her snatch left a clear stream of drippings down your balls, a sharp clapping sound emanating from your crotches as you take her sweet virginity. 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, whore.”

You lean in over Minju, raising her ass up, her smooth, sweat laced back curving to accommodate your dominating figure. Kicking her shaking legs apart, Minju shrieks in delight as her tits push against the hard, mahogany wood. In this position, you feel like a rabid bee, fucking the innocence out of the once beautiful and intimidating, now soiled and submissive flower below you as her juices dribble out in waves. You can feel her chest below you, the naked moistness of her dainty shoulders rippling against you while you push her deeper and deeper into the table. 

“AGH! AGH! AHHH!” Suddenly, Minju squirts, her flower massaging your rod in an explosion of sweet nectar. You feel her liquids on your crotch as you fuck her through her orgasm, the once modest girl now craning her head up against you to engage you in a passionate kiss. You slow down into shallow thrusts, enjoying her lips. They taste salty, her tongue nothing more than a needy appendage to please her new master, to please the man who had molded her unused pussy to the shape of his commanding cock. 

“A squirter, huh? Who’s dirty now, slut? Admit it, you love my cock, you’re nothing more than a filthy little cocksleeve. Not an actress, not a star, just a tight, wet, hole for the best cock you’ll ever know.” you snarl, underlining every word with pushes into Minju’s grasping quim, using a hand to move her wavy hair over her shoulder so you can watch her back shudder in the aftershocks of her orgasm. 

“You’re right! I-I want it! Give me more! More of your cock! More of your big dick! I didn’t know it could feel, f-feel so good! I’ll be your cocksleeve, your personal  whore, anything to have your cock in my unworthy little pussy!” Minju wails, bucking her hips up against you in a cute, hasty twerk, her bouncy ass cheeks shaking as she tries to get more of your rod in her.

Seeing the once proud Kim Minju reduced to nothing but a snivelling, needy  whore, your cock gets even harder. She’s finally yours, after hours of being edged on by her reluctance to give in to her urges, days of staring at her bombshell of a body, she had finally submitted to her inner animal. Her inner, female desire to be pushed down, fucked, and filled.

You pull your member out of Minju, her pussy lips hugging you, the table below  creaking as you take your weight off of the girl you just pounded into the wood. Sweat mats against the satin dining table cloth as Minju groans, her sticky body being peeled off the table by the rough hands of her owner. 

Grabbing her hips, you spin Minju around, clutching her bountiful ass with your hands as you carry her onto the table. Her eyes widen, finally able to look down at the cock that had defiled her, the cock that made her realize the glory of being taken like a good little whore. Before you can do anything more, you feel soft fingers wrap around your member, unsure digits jerking you off with newfound excitement. Minju cups your balls, breathing in as she feels the sheer amount of cum stored up within them, her breasts heaving in a mix of rational worry and womanly anticipation. 

“H-hey! Remember to pull out okay? I don’t wanna get preg-nMPH! FUCK!” Minju screams as you bottom out inside of her, her walls welcoming the cock of the man who claimed them as his, the suddenness of your action causing the actress to once again squirt all over you. Your hands spread her legs, fingers sinking into her wet thighs as you generously fuck the squirting girl. Her pussy is even tighter now. If before felt like a reluctant massage, like her body wasn’t sure what to do with your cock in her. Now is like a desperate embrace, her pussy muscles tightening and loosening around your cockhead, your shaft, even the veins that pump the blood that fuels your intense mating. The sheer amount of squirt makes a squelching sound while you piledrive her into the table, the ferocity of your thrusts claiming Minju as yours— getting her ready for your cum. 

“FUCK! That’s right, spread your legs for me baby, let me see those tits bounce. You know how long i’ve been waiting for this? How long i’ve been waiting to make you drop that princess act and make you my woman?” you growl, watching Minju throw her head back in a throaty moan as you use one hand to grope her bouncing tits. Her nipples are so cute, so pink, so hard for you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your hands pinch them, cupping her underboob, prompting another wave of squirt onto the dining table as your cock drives into the newly deflowered Minju. 

A flower. That’s what Minju was. Beautiful, lovely, yet unreachable. 

Your flower. That’s what Minju is. Slutty, submissive, and now forever obediently in your reach. 

She’s in your reach as you raise one leg up against your shoulder, her lips tightening against you as the new position lets you spear deeper into her. 

She’s in your reach as your tongue finds her calves, licking them and making her shudder in sensitive delight. 

She’s in your reach as she palms her previously untouched breasts, eyes rolled up above her head as she mouths nothings into the cool night air, lips parted in a perpetual “o” during her sexy mating. 

And she’s in your reach as you get ready to give her what any flower needs. A good, rough, thorough pollination. 

“Minju baby, does it feel good? Do you like my cock sawing into you, making you the perfect little whore?” you groan, your thrusts becoming more laboured, with a more animalistic, almost needy pace. 

“Y-yes! L-love c-cock! F-fuck me! fuck! fuck! FUCK!” Minju chants, the deliberate mind of an actress erased, the new experience of primal mating imprinting itself into her brain. Her tits heave, covered in salty sweat as she raised her thin, sexy arms above her head. Drool drips out of the side of her chin as she grinds herself against you, her toned midriff trembling as she gyrates her hips against your own. Minju’s ass claps against your balls, her pussy lips squeezing, almost begging for what she really wanted. Seeing her like this, so submissive, so eager to make your cock feel good, so ready to be defiled, you couldn’t help yourself, leaning forward to cup Minju’s smiling face against your ear. 

“Then let me teach you one last thing tonight baby.” your thrusts get deeper and deeper, raising Minju’s butt up, letting your cock fuck down into her as her one leg jiggled on your shoulder. 

“W-what is it?! Teach me! T-teach me! AGHH!” 

“How to receive daddy’s cum like a good woman.” 

Minju’s eyes widen, a moment of rationality flashing behind her slutty irises as she realizes what you’re about to do. But it’s too late now, she’s too far gone, and her pussy tightens around you, her nipples hardening in anticipation. She moans, trying to pull you off of her, but your hand on her hip locks her into place, while the weight of your body hunched over her holds her down. She can’t do anything but accept it, accept your gift, accept that she’s about to be conquered, about to be pollinated. 

“F-FUCK! Take it! Minju! I’m cumming!” 

“AGHH! D-daddy! FUCK!” 

The both of you groan as you pump your cum deep into Minju’s folds. Her walls massage you, wet muscles working against your cockhead, wringing you for all you’re worth. Meanwhile, her bubbly butt rises against you, hips pushing her off the wooden table as she offers her flower up to be seeded. Minju’s throat opens in a gutteral moan, her lips opening and closing, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her eyes widening as she feels your hot cum shoot deep inside her, marking her, claiming her, pollinating her. 

With a final tremble, you let the girl’s leg off of your shoulder, pulling out of her pussy with an audible *pop*, leftover cum and squirt leaking out of the actress as her body shivers in the joy of being mated, of being claimed. Minju’s head lolls against the wooden table, her arms still above her, breasts rising and falling with deep, grateful breaths. The once sugar scented air now smells like sex, like salty sweat and sweet sin. 

You look down at the woman, your woman, her pussy a sopping mess of cum, her body covered in sweat, passed out on the dining table. 

“Maybe we’re ready for take one hundred and fifty one.” 

Handle It

Tags : Blowjob, Threesome, Aggressive Slutty Jeongyeon, Public Sex, Spitroasting

My first commission! Had lots of fun writing this in between other fics, check out my kofi page here if you want a special smut for yourself. :DD

“I’ll handle it” 

Your girlfriend says with a smile as she drags you by the hand through the roaring club, her firm, excited grasp on your wrist pulling you forward through busy waiters, twerking girls, and couples who tried way too hard to hide the fact that they were dry humping in public. Loud electronic music buzzes in your ears, your eyes blinking as they try to focus on Jeongyeon amidst the blinking lights and fast moving lazers of the rave. Not that you had a problem focusing on her anyways, she was the one that got you into this mess, this state, this horniness.

It started small. Nimble fingers tracing your thigh as you walked, soft legs rubbing against your own under round club tables, even pushing her breasts a bit closer to your chest while she held your arm in line for some drinks. You noticed her advances, but decided to let the woman be. Jeongyeon always wound herself up way too tight, especially around her coworkers, acting as the boss, the role model, the dignified corporate trailblazer. Heck, one time you saw her staring down the new girl Momo, making sure the recruit covered up her bulging cleavage during a company meeting— scary stuff.\

This made it even more surprising when she started getting into it, really into it. When the two of you joined the dance floor, she’s the one who dragged you onto the LED tiled floor, shaking her ass and whipping her brown hair out of it’s neat bun. As the upbeat songs entered a slightly more calm lull, deep beats encouraging the crowd to find a comfortable pace before the next drop, Jeongyeon found her opening. You remember standing there, swaying from side to side with the rhythm in a state of shock. Your girlfriend, the bossy worrywart, stuck her body to yours, rubbing her clothed, bubbly ass on your crotch, her short jean shorts emphasizing the pudgy cameltoe of her pussy. 

“J-jeongyeon? Maybe not here?” you had tried to say over the music, looking around in case the multitude of partying strangers would notice the intense grind session. 

“Shut up and touch me, Mmm” she had said, moaning as she grabbed your rough hands, using them to massage her bouncy breasts through her thin blouse. 

You shudder thinking about it, cock hardening as you remember how Jeongyeon threw her head against you, licking your neck with a rabid smile as she arched her back to better push her ass onto your crotch, onto your waiting, leaking rod. Looking in front of you now, you see that same, tantalizing ass swaying in front of you, a line of slick running down her left thigh, distracting you from the crowd you were being pulled through. You’ve never seen your girlfriend like this; so slutty, so whore-like, so god damn confident.

You smirk, if Jeongyeon was going to be a slut, you’d make her remember that she’s not just some common street whore, grinding her ass on just any stranger looking for a fuck, she’s as high quality as they come, your personal cum-hungry slut.

*SLAP* 

Heads turn and the crowd parts as you catch up to your girlfriend, your rough hand landing on her ass, making sure to palm her mounds as your arm swings around her shoulders. You can feel people staring at you, especially the men. Rave boys dressed in hawaiian shirts, corporate workers in their long sleeved formal wear, even the occasional drunk college student was no exception. They all watch as you bring Jeongyeon closer, your mouth kissing the soft skin behind her ears as the blushing girl instinctively hugs your arm closer to her breasts. 

“You better handle it, slut” you whisper into her ear, husky breath hoping to make Jeongyeon embarrassed, make her scared to say it. 

“Mmm don’t worry daddy, your baby girl will show you a good time” she counters, the crowd’s eyes widening as she palms your crotch in front of everyone, standing in front of you, her back to the club exit, looking up into your eyes with a challenge. 

“Use me, fuck me, let everyone know this slut is yours and yours only, isn’t that what you want, daddy?” Jeongyeon says, your eyes focusing on her pink lips as you feel her fingers cupping your balls, as if beckoning you, challenging you to take her.

Fuck what everyone else thinks, fuck all these eyes on you. She was right, behind all of her tough exterior, Jeongyeon was nothing more than a cum-loving whore, eager to fuck the night away, and what kind of boyfriend would you be if you didn’t oblige her?

You throw the door open, the cool, humid, night time air hitting your face as you grab Jeongyeon’s hand and break into a run. You can hear the girl giggling behind you, the sound of her laughter blending with the loud club music fading in the distance. Your feet pound on the empty sidewalk, the hard concrete mirroring the state of your engorged, swollen cock as it strains against your jeans. Fuck, you hate this feeling. The feeling of awkward, desirous suspense, like your body is so filled with tension, with the primal need to fuck, that you might just explode.

Eventually, the two of you enter an abandoned park, standing under a singular street lamp, the sound of crickets reverberating through the trees. You growl, your eyes scanning the area, still desperate for a place to do the deed. Jeongyeon attaches to your arm, smiling in her half drunken state while she pushes her breasts against you, letting you feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. 

“Fuck, sorry babe, I can’t find a good place for us to fuck, wanna head home? I’ll rail you the moment we get inside.” you sigh, letting go of Jeongyeon’s hand, turning away from her as you run your fingers through your sweaty hair, frustrated. You hated waiting, hated not getting what you wanted, and your girlfriend knew that. She liked that about you; your single-minded drive to get exactly what you want, like a lion focused on his prey. It turns her on, and Jeongyeon smiles, her pussy lips trembling with the idea that pops into her head. 

“Baby, don’t turn around okay?” 

You stop, hands frozen in your hair, Jeongyeon’s voice entering your ears, cock pounding anew at the seductive sound.

*ZIP* “Nngh! That’s better”

A zipper, pushed down, accompanied with the ruffling of clothes and Jeongyeon’s excited squeal. You can almost imagine it— imagine the rough fabric pulled down, deliciously hugging the curve of her ass. Imagine her creamy skin and perfectly round globes, shining with arousal, exposed to the cool night air. 

*PLOP* “Fucking finally, I hate bras, don’t you, babe?”

‘Fuck, she’s taking off her bra? Out here? She’s gotta be crazy’ you think, fidgeting as you fight the urge to look behind you. Jeongyeon splayed on a park bench, beautifully nude, that tight, shaved pussy staring at you, her breasts jiggling as she sits, nipples rock hard in the night air. You almost salivate thinking about it. All thoughts of the inappropriateness of her deeds disappear, your brain only able to think about how nice it would be to spread those legs, to spear her open, to slap thos-

*SLAP* “Urmph! You like that jiggle babe? Like how my tits are rock hard for you? Oh wait, you can’t see me, can you? Can’t see your little slut spreading her legs for you in public” she teases, watching you feign ignorance, keeping your back straight in front of her. Jeongyeon loved messing with you, loved goading you and testing you, loved pushing you to give into your desires and fuck her like the whore she was. In the office, this persistence to break people down was terrifying. Here, it was hot, and she knew just how to push you over the edge.

Footsteps, you hear footsteps behind you. The click-clack of expensive heels getting closer and closer, the scent of womanly juices, of her, invading your nostrils. Hard nipples touch your back, arms wrapping around your chest from behind, a leg rubbing against your thigh as you hear a sexy whisper in your ear.

“Mmm, you’re really not gonna turn around? What if I get on my knees, what if I crawl for you.” Jeongyeon mumbles, kissing down your clothed back as you hear the dull thud of her bare knees on hard pavement. Shit, this is risky, you think. Your head swivels from left to right, a visual representation of your conflict, your confusion. Here? Now? What if someone comes? What if someone…. oh fuck.

Cold, then hot— exactly what you experience in the two seconds an aggressive Jeongyeon pulls your pants down and swallows your hard, leaking cock to the hilt. Your mouth opens in an instinctive moan as you give your girlfriend a few animalistic thrusts. Her mouth is so warm, so soft, so fucking heavenly, her tongue slurping around your engorged member as she earnestly lets you into her throat. Jeongyeon looks up at you, her eyes twinkling as she fucks her face onto your crotch. Sounds of her spit sliding down your rod echo through the park. If it wasn’t so late at night, you’re sure someone would find you; find you with your head thrown back, hips bucking into the loving lips of your very horny girlfriend.

“F-fuck babe! You’re always so good with your tongue, with your slutty little mouth, suck that cock for me.” you growl, grabbing Jeongyeon’s head with a large hand as she takes your cock out of her mouth. Ever so eager, she sticks out her wet tongue, letting your cock slap on it’s surface, before kissing all over the length of your rod. How she could look so excited, so marvelously into being naked, on her knees, lips flat against your crotch as she takes in your length once again is beyond you.

Fuck. It’s too much. You stumble backwards, legs turning into jelly with the sheer amount of pleasure Jeongyeon’s expert blowjob brings you. Instead of letting go, her lips stick to your cockhead, eyes trained onto yours as she follows your momentum, crawling on the pavement like a dog. With a slap, your bare ass lands on the cold park bench, but you couldn’t care any less. Warm. Her mouth is so… warm, wet, so out of this world. You can’t help but groan in delight as you let your head rest on the bench, hands still encouraging a very devoted Jeongyeon while she does what she does best— shamelessly suck your sweaty, swollen cock. 

*SLURP* “So much pre, babe. You like how i’m handling it for you? You like how I suckle on daddy’s dick?” your girlfriend says in between sucks, fully committing to her role as a slut. All pretense of the bossy, arrogant office lady you’re used to is gone, replaced by an equally aggressive Jeongyeon, one who obediently chases your orgasm as effectively as she does her next promotion. 

“Mmm, that’s good, that’s a good slut”

You run your thumb across her cheek, seeing your cock bulge in Jeongyeon’s mouth. Maybe you should fuck her now? Bend her over the bench, feel her pussy wrap around you for everyone to see. Your cock hardens as you imagine it; imagine the possibility of someone seeing you fucking your girlfriend into submission, the park bench shaking with the intensity of your thrusts.

“F-FUCK!” 

.

…

…..!!

One second, two seconds, three seconds of silence.

Jeongyeon freezes, her mouth still wrapped around your cock, her eyes wide open as you stand up, looking around. A voice. You heard one for sure. A man’s voice. 

“Who’s there? Get out here! I know you’re watching!” you shout, your eyes searching for the intruder, hearing nothing but the chattering of crickets and the rustling of park leaves. The thriill fills you; the thrill of being caught, compounded by Jeongyeon’s mouth acting as a comfortable warmer for your shaft.

 “S-sorry! I’m here!” 

Behind the bench, a man steps out from behind a tall tree. He looks like a college student. Tall, lean, dressed in a flannel and jeans, with a signature half-awkwardness in his step that comes from being in a stage of life where nobody really knows what they are doing. He stares at the grass beneath him, ironically avoiding looking you in the eye after just watching you fuck Jeongyeon’s mouth open. You felt a bit bad for him. You knew how it felt to be in college, to want to fuck every woman you layed your eyes on, to be so inexperienced, so hungry. It really wasn’t his fault.

“Thanks for standing up man. So… what’s your name?” you sigh, shifting your arm against the back of the park bench to look at him properly, the new angle helping shield a Jeongyeon whose mouth was still stuffed with your admittedly hard cock. 

“I-i’m Andre! I’m sorry, I can just leave and act like nothing happened! I didn’t mean to…erhm… intrude” he stutters, legs shifting from left to right as tries not to look up at you, his hands covering his crotch in order to hide his bulging erection, topped off with a wet spot where he came in his pants. 

The sight was amusing to you, and made you feel utterly powerful. Imagine, you get to fuck the beauty that is Yoo Jeongyeon, get to feel her wet mouth, bouncy tits, smooth thighs all over your body, and this guy only gets to watch? Even now, he blabbers all over you while your slut graciously slobbers over your cock. About to tell him it’s alright, tell him that he can leave so you can do your girlfriend in peace, a particularly tender lick from Jeongyeon’s tongue sends an idea shooting up into your brain. 

“Don’t worry about it man, i’ll let you go if you answer one question for me. That alright, buddy?” you say, smirking as one hand trails down to caress Jeongyeon’s brown hair. 

“S-sure!” he replies. ‘Still nervous, huh? We’ll fix that,’ you think. 

“Is my girlfriend hot?”

“… E-excuse me? I don’t really feel comfortable talking about her when she’s you know…” his eyes widen, ears turning red as he tries to avoid the question.

“When she’s down on the ground, suckling on my cock like a good little slut?” you tease, crude language making the already nervous student shake in a mix of shock and arousal. 

“Eyes here, Andre.” you command. You glance down, hoping to find confirmation from Jeongyeon. Surprisingly, she stares at you with a fire in her eyes, making her sucking noises louder, swirling her tongue more aggressively, as if she was turned on by the impeding voyeurism.

“O-okay” he relents, slowly walking forward to look over your shoulder. You see, Andre has never had sex before— he’s a virgin. Often choosing to spend his time with a trusty brand of moisturizer and a stack of tissues, masturbating his way to orgasm with his impressive libido. To a perverted young adult like him, the sight before his inexperienced eyes was something of a treasure trove, a treasure of ass, tits, and sweat that made his shaft harder than it had ever been before. 

“Isn’t she hot? Look at her, worshipping me like an obedient little slut. Her tongue is super soft, super wet, great to slap my cock on, you know what I mean?” you say nonchalantly, dragging Jeongyeon off your rod by her hair, then slapping your leaking member on her tongue as you play a dangerous game of show and tell. Jeongyeon smiles, eyes twinkilng, breasts heaving. She enjoys this, you realize, enjoys being showed off like a favorite whore. 

“F-fuck yeah, i’ve only ever seen mouths like her’s on porn sites. C-can I see more?” Andre stutters, his voice becoming louder as his breaths get more laborous. He’s turned on, you notice, and you decide to oblige the guy by pulling Jeongyeon up by the armpits, the excited girl straddling you, pushing her chest oAut to expose her breast to the cold night air. 

“Here, you can touch her tits, they’re so soft, and she likes it rough, don’t you, Jeongyeon?” you say over your shoulder, watching in satisfaction as Andre’s hands reach over, palming Jeongyeon’s breasts, shining with a mixture of sweat, spit, and precum from the aggressive face fucking you gave her earler. 

“Mmmm, you’re good at this, Andre! Pinch my nipples, play with this slut’s tits! They’re all yours” Jeongyeon purrs, her head lolling to the side as she moans. 

“Well your tits are b-beautiful Ms. Jeongyeon. So soft, I didn’t know girl’s breasts felt so nice.” Andre replies, hunching over with hungry eyes as he pinches a nipple, prompting a squeal from your already hyper aroused girlfriend. 

“Just Jeongyeon is fine. You’ve never held tits before? Or are mine just the best ever, my boyfriend always says so you know, MMM!” Jeongyeon’s getting more into it now, grinding her hips on your crotch as your cock was sandwiched between her thighs, enjoying the crude ministrations of this new, uninvited stranger.

“Yeah, I’m a… virgin”

Jeongyeon stops grinding, her eyes opening in surprise, then confusion, then anticipation. 

“A virgin, huh? How about I help you out with that?” Jeongyeon leans forward, silencing you by sliding her tits into your mouth, and grinning up at a very flustered, very horny Andre. 

“I-is that okay? And here? I don’t know… I’ve never really done this before” Andre tries to decline, but he can’t take his eyes off of Jeongyeon’s ass, the bubbly, naked cheeks sticking out behind her as she leans forward with her request. 

“It’ll be fun! I’m sure I can handle it. Right babe? Won’t you let your little slut handle it?” Jeongyeon mewls, pulling a nipple out of your desperate lips with a pop. You think about it, imagining your girlfriend shared between you and Andre, letting her cunt be the first place Andre’s cock explores, the cunt that belongs to you. Sure, it was nice having Jeongyeon to yourself, but the idea that you had the power to share her, to treat her like a fucktoy and let others have their way with her body, in public? An opportunity like that is way too good to pass up on. 

“Fine. Go show him a good time, will you babe?” you relent, standing up in front of the bench while Jeongyeon moves to the side excitedly, bending over the metal handrail as she spreads her legs for the flustered virgin. 

Andre shuffles behind her, his face widening in a smile. The cool night air was cold on his hardened cock, the engorged, red tip brushing against Jeongyeon’s puffy pussy lips. The feeling of watching the bossy girl submit before him, naked, bent over the metal railing, served to turn him on even more. Him, a virgin, with someone as sexy as Jeongyeon,  in public? Fuck yes. 

“MMM! That’s it, Fuck me! Andre!” Jeongyeon moans, spreading her creamy legs as the man behind starts pistoning into her with gusto. He was like an animal, shoving his crude, rough rod deeply in to her pussy. There was no set rhythm to his thrusts, with the inexperienced student panting as he bent over her like an animal, Jeongyeon’s wet, tight, walls serving as nothing more than a common fuckhole, and she loves it. 

“Your pussy feels so good! Your boyfriend is right, you’re nothing more than a needy bitch aren’t you? How do you like my cock, huh?” Andre groans, grinning in newfound confidence as he ravaged your girlfriend.

You watched, your face reflecting a mixture of amusement and arousal. Jeongyeon looks even sluttier now, her hands pulled behind her as Andre’s hips clap against her bubbly butt cheeks. From your position in front of her, you could see every inch of your fucktoy girlfriend. How her tits bounce with every thrust into her wet hole. How her back lay straight as she is pushed down, her thin arms used as nothing but leverage for Andre’s aggressive fucking. How her cheeks color with a blush, mouth opening and closing to let out sultry, desperate moans. 

Arousal. Sure, Jeongyeon was arousing, in fact, she was fucking hot, you find yourself enjoying this sight even more, enjoying how your girlfriend’s so willing to bend herself over to another man, all for you. It’s like she’s a pet, her commanding nature in the office forgotten as she submits to your desires. 

However, this display also irks you. It’s amusing, funny, overexaggerated in an almost comical way. You know what Jeongyeon could look like, how much more slutty she could be, how much of a whore she really is, and what you see in front of you, while hot, was not that Jeongyeon. 

You decide to bring her out.

“MMPH! NNGH!” 

Jeongyeon’s eyes widen as she feels your cock enter her mouth. The rough, tender cockhead presses against the back of her throat, and you groan as the vibrations of her moans serve to massage your rod. Your girlfriend’s eyes dart up towards you, pleading, begging for you to do more, to give her the satisfaction she deserves, the satisfaction Andre wasn’t giving her. With a grunt, you start thrusting into Jeongyeon’s mouth, facefucking her with an intensity equal to that of the man behind her. Her mouth is wet, her tongue wrapping around your rod as she does her best to bob her head without the use of her arms. The thrill of being restrained motivates the girl, her lips sealing around your shaft as you have your way with her mouth. Not to be outdone, Andre intensifies his fucking of Jeongyeon’s pussy, palming her sweaty ass with his large hands and slapping the bubbly cheeks with every thrust. A wonderful push and pull dynamic develops. Andre pushes into Jeongyeon’s wet, inviting mound, and you pull your cock through her grasping throat. You push your head through her twisting, tender, tongue, and Andre pulls juices out of her pussy with his shining rod. 

“This is fucking great man, FUCK! Your girlfriend’s a fucking pro!” Andre exclaims, leaning forward to flick Jeongyeon’s nipples, generating a sultry moan from the girl below him. 

“Yeah, she’s a fucking whore isn’t she. Look at that back arch! Fucking gorgeous aren’t you babe?” You sneer, pulling on Jeongyeon’s hair to push her nose against your crotch, her throat constricting around your cock in a tight embrace. 

You hate to admit it, but you’re getting close, the combination of Jeongyeon’s aggressive sluttiness, Andre’s presence, and the fact that you were all fucking naked outdoors pushing you closer to the edge. You smiled. It was time to finish, to fill your bitch up and remind Andre that she was yours. 

“Andre, let’s switch? Her mouth is as good as that pussy my man.” 

“Really? Fuck yeah! Let’s do it!” 

With a plop, both your members exit both pairs of Jeongyeon’s lips, the pent up girl whining as she dropped on the bench like a ragdoll. Unconsciously, she sticks her ass out, wiggling it like it would magically fill with another cock, her bountiful tits simultaneously sticking to the cold metal of the bench as she lay on one cheek, huffing and puffing. 

“M-more, more cock, fuck me, fuck me, please..” Jeongyeon drawls out

“Don’t worry you bitch, it’s my turn now.” you growl, your girlfriend squealing as you push her sexy body fully onto the bench, flipping her over and spreading her legs as you kneel on the bench. You love this position the most, love pushing the bossy Jeongyeon’s thick thighs apart, love claiming her wet cunt as rightfully yours. 

Meanwhile, Andre crouches in front of the bench, holding his cock and angling Jeongyeon’s face to the right, using his fingers to massage her compliant, puffy lips open to get them ready for another feeding. He’s pent up too, and you can tell he’s been holding on for your sake, that he’s just as ready as you are to utterly ruin the girl beneath you. 

You rub your cockhead on Jeongyeon’s dripping pussy lips, teasing her as one hand spreads her thighs, and another starts grabbing a hard nipple. 

“Tell us how much you want it babe, how much you want to be spitroasted like the slut you are. You know that we’re outside right? Anyone can see you here. A mom on the way home from work. Uni kids walking home after a night out. Heck, some of our coworkers live in this area. How would they feel if they saw their boss spread out like this, hungry for cock?” you whisper, waiting for Jeongyeon to realize it, to realize how much of a whore she is, to realize how low she’s willing to stoop for a good dicking down. With how driven she usually is, you expect her to try and retort, to try and act like this is just another challenge for her, just like accepting Andre was. Your mouth opens as you get ready to berate her, to force her to realize her real status, but her next words surprise you. 

“You’re right, i’m a fucking whore! I just want your cock babe! Your cock in my pussy and Andre’s cock in my mouth. Oh god, I love it. I love how well they fill me, how wet they make me. Give me  more! Please! I’m nothing but a fucktoy, a hole for you to use, claim me! Use me! Fill me! Cum wherever you want! Just please, FUCK ME!” Jeongyeon yells, gyrating her hips, trying to push your cock into her. As if that wasn’t enough, her tongue lolls out, licking a stream of precum trickling out of Andre’s member. You smirk. She was broken, and you knew it. 

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*

You lean forward, aggressively grabbing Jeongyeon’s tits as your cock pummels her pussy. You can feel her walls grasping around you, the wet slick dripping down your veiny shaft as your balls slap against her ass. The sight beneath only makes you more determined, your eyes tracing down Jeongyeon’s lithe body. The light of the streetlamp illuminates the artwork beneath you. Her curves sheen with sweat, pink nipples hard, trying to peek in the space between your rough fingers. 

“Mmm! MMM!” Jeongyeon’s moans are muffled as she slurps on Andre’s cock, the tired amateur deciding to stroke your girlfriend’s hair as his head leans back, his mouth groaning in euphoria as she pleasures him. 

Compared to Andre’s erratic thrusts, yours are strong, dominating, and efficient, leaving her with no room to twist around as Jeongyeon’s body shakes with the sheer amount of pleasure you prod into her core. This was a good, proper fuck, and she knew it. Jeongyeon screams as you lift one milky thigh up on your shoulder, pulling, leaving the tip of your cock in her, then quickly plunging back into her deepest place. 

“Fuck man, you’re right, her mouth is so fucking good! I- i’m gonna cum! Take it bitch!” Andre groans, taking a fistful of Jeongyeon’s hair as his hips push forward in shallow undulations, enjoying the ravenous worshipping of the girl’s lips on his engorged shaft as he explodes. Your girlfriend hums as she obediently laps down his cum, looking up at you as she swallows, her seductive gaze begging you, needing you to finish, and you knew exactly where.

“Mmm, take my cum you fucking whore! I want those hips up, I want to feel you milk my cock dry, you understand me, Jeongyeon?” you lean forward, grabbing your girlfriend’s cheeks as she frantically nodded at you. A desperate smile graced her pink, used lips, a squeal exiting them as you push your forehead onto her’s, thrusting into her with a newfound intensity. 

Andre could do nothing but watch from the sidelines in awe, his limp cock dripping Jeongyeon’s saliva on the concrete as you reamed into her with a sure, unfailing confidence. The whore’s leg shook on her shoulder, her hips twisting, her back arching as you fucked her into the park bench.

“C-cum babe! I’m yours! Dump your seed into me! I’ll be good! I’ll fucking take it like a good whore!” Jeongyeon screams, finding the strength to push her hips up into you, her pussy lips grasping your shaft, massaging it, begging for your load. 

“FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” You growl, biting Jeongyeon’s neck, as you marked her, the woman below you screaming as her eyes shot open, feeling your hot, surging cum filling up her insides. Like a good slut, Jeongyeon pushed her hips back into you, gyrating them, making sure she sucked out all of your precious cum, until you eventually let your cock rock out of her used pussy. 

*THUD* 

You stumble off the bench, sitting on the cold park concrete next to an equally exhausted Andre, the two of you staring up at the sprawled, passed out figure of the woman you just shared. With a laugh, you give Andre a brotherly slap on the arm, prompting a sheepish smile from the younger man as you watched cum leak out in globs out of Jeongyeon’s pussy lips, a sign of a job well done. You turn to Andre with a smirk, leaning over to ask. 

“So, did she handle it?” 

Not Another Dumb Blonde

Tags: Shy sex, Mild Exhibitionism, Soft Domination, Some Fluff, Facial

“It’s too short!” 

“Sweetheart, it’s not too short. Heh, it’s a nice view actually” 

“You’re. Not. Helping!” Ningning huffs, flustered, uncoiling her arm from around yours as she hikes up the rough pavement. Commercial buildings around you bathe in lazy afternoon light, the sound of joyous laughter and excited chatter emanating from the open doors of restaurants and stores enjoying the start of an undoubtedly energetic friday night. You followed behind your girlfriend, chuckling, as you watched her struggle up the pavement in her black heels. 

Black. That’s the theme for today. A black leather one piece, a black necklace laced with silver, and a pair of matching shiny black heels adorn Ningning’s body. She is usually a lot more modest, often wearing blouses, jeans, sundresses, anything to fit her innocent Chinese girl aesthetic. You stifle a laugh, remembering earlier in the afternoon when you picked her up, standing in front of her apartment doorway, greeted by the exact opposite of innocence, it was… shocking, to say the least, and sexy, to say a bit more. 

You tilt your head up, the shoulders of office workers and students brushing past your own as you climbed uphill. Ningning shuffles in front of you, cutely trying to keep up her lead as she meets resistance with the end of workday crowd. From this angle, you watch as the warm afternoon light illuminates her lithe, soft, body. Your eyes trace down her nape, watching as her shoulders ripple with every small impact of another body bumping into her. Her back looks delicious, the contrast between the black leather and Ningning’s amusing attempts to keep her posture straight while walking only accentuating the smooth downwards curve. And her ass, god, her ass. The one piece could only do so much with all her movement, form fitting leather hiking up the cleft of her asscheeks with every nervous stride. You love how her thighs jiggle with exertion, and how you could see that tension travel up her hips, making the leather tremble as Ningning walked. 

“You’re staring at me!” Ningning pouts, crossing her arms as the two of you arrive at the top of the lane. The crowd is gone, thinned out by a mixture of salaryman exhaustion and student deadlines, leaving you with only an embarrassed Ningning, and the sprawling Itaewon Street behind her. 

“Yeah. I’m staring. You’re beautiful” you smile, catching your breath as you tower over Ningning, giving her a peck on the forehead. She blushes, her blonde hair waving in the dusk wind as you give her a quick embrace. 

“You know you don’t have to do this right? It’s fucking hilarious for me, but I can tell you’re nervous.” you comfort, patting Ningning’s head. As much as you loved being the bully in your relationship, you never knew when too much was too much with Ningning. Moving to this country wasn’t too much. Trying out as an actress wasn’t too much. Even finding new friends with this language barrier, never too much. While a part of you enjoyed watching her fit her erotic body into her dress like a cute, but sexy party blonde, you knew it was something new for her. 

“N-no, it’s okay! I can do this! Easy Ningning, easy!” she retorts, leaning into the fabric of your polo as she adorably hypes herself up. 

“Well if it’s too much, we can always…” you start, snaking your hands around Ningning’s bare arms.

“Hmm? Always what?” she hums, eyes still trained on your chest as she mentally prepares herself for her first ever party. 

“Ditch your friends and have a… party of our own” you accentuate the last few words with a squeeze on her bouncy ass, making Ningning yelp into your embrace. 

“Stop! You’re making fun of me again!” Your girlfriend pries herself away from you, slipping out from under your arms to hurry into the nearest club. 

“Don’t forget to touch up your make-up! Karina won’t let you hear the end of it if she sees all that blush on your cheeks!” you call after her, laughing as she stutter steps, almost tripping on her heels. 

“Fuck you too!” 

“I know you want to! Don’t worry!” 

As you watch her middle finger disappear between black curtain doors, you look up at the club entrance. ‘“Black Mamba” huh? I swear this isn’t going to end well.” you mutter to yourself, noting how absolutely wild the neon lighted place looks. Black and silver walls, loud, blaring music, groups of partygoers huddled around drinks and who knows what substances crowded around the entrance. This is somewhere you wouldn’t think twice to be a high-end stripper club, and while you’re plenty comfortable with the debauchery of partying, you aren’t so sure about your girlfriend. 

With a sigh, you walk in. 

“See. she’s an absolute hottie! I told you so!” Winter says as she dances in front of you, shaking her petite ass to the energetic rave music, a smile plastered on her face as she shakes her short hair out of it’s confining bun. 

“I knew that, Winter, but I still can’t believe you actually got her to go blonde and everything.” you half-sigh, your body bobbing along to the music, your hand wrapped around a shot as you drank it, the fruity alcohol stinging your throat and opening your eyes with it’s familiar shiver. 

“Aww c’mon, look at her! She’s new, but she’ll have a good time. If I didn’t know she had you, i’d say she’s the talk of the club, especially with all the guys eyeing her like that, hehe” Winter teases, gesturing to one of the black ring couches on the right of the dancing area. Your eyes follow, eventually landing on Ningning. Legs crossed over each other, back straight, hands on her lap as she sipped on a shot glass, Ningning looked anything but comfortable. Around her, her friends  had their bodies draped over inebriated men. Karina’s legs lay over the laps of two burly looking gymrats, the girl already half drunk, making gestures with her hands while she chatted, not minding the rough hands gripping her exposed upper thighs. Meanwhile, on the right of the couch, Giselle had her back turned to you, already straddling a half passed out dating app match in a torrid make-out session. In between the both of them, your girlfriend looks both in and out of place. Her black dress matched the theme, sure, but you could tell she had no idea what to do. 

“Ningning! Babyy, don’t you wanna join in on the fun? Look how Kevin’s staring at you, those thighs would be nice wrapped around his head, don’tcha think?” Karina says with a drawl, absentmindedly massaging said Kevin’s hardening crotch with her palm as she leans over to mess with the blushing girl.

“N-no thanks! You know I already have a boyfriend, K-karina!” Ningning stutters , nervously scooting an inch away from her intoxicated slut of a friend. 

“Huh?? Then what’s the point of the makeover! You don’t wanna dance, you barely drink, and now you don’t wanna fuck these sexy hunks? Live a little! Partayyyyy!” Karina squealed, exaggerated annoyance on her face as she struggled to keep her berating coherent. 

“I- I just don’t know about this…” Ningning looked down, a nervous sigh exiting her lipstick painted lips. To be honest, she only agreed to this whole makeover because of curiosity. Karina always seemed to be having so much fun, dressing sluttily, feeling the gazes of men scanning her body like a bunch of hungry wolves. She wanted to know how that felt like, what it felt like to be one of the hot girls, dominating the dance floor with her gorgeous looks. ‘Maybe it’s one of those things you need to jump into, like moving to another country’ she had thought back then, ‘Maybe it’ll help me be more confident’. Now that she’s sitting in the middle of it all, it didn’t feel very comfy at all, and she felt anything but confident. 

“Nnghh! Karina’s right sis! This is shoo much funn” Giselle quips, momentarily detaching her face from her partner’s lips to give Ningning a toothy smile. The man glances at your girlfriend, eyes widening as he surveys her creamy, leather-wrapped body, prompting a deeper blush from Ningning. A small heat blossoms inside the young actress, the thrill of being watched like this getting her excited in a primal, raw way. However, a bigger heat grew on her face, the pressure of having so many people engaged in such uncomfortable lewdness making her think of the one person she was comfortable doing it with, you. 

Even if you’re annoying, she loves you, loves how you bring out the best in her, loves how you support her even when she does dumb things like, you know, getting a makeover for a party. Oh how she would kill to have you there on the couch. Maybe she’d ride you like Giselle, slowly letting your hands unwrap her bubble butt like a present, feeling your fingers dig into her leaking labia through the leather. Maybe she’d palm your crotch like Karina, feeling your cockhead rise through your jeans as her soft fingers worship the rod she loves, the only rod she’d have in her hot, wet, pussy. The mere thought of it is electrifying, and from across the room, your eyes widen as Ningning glances at you with a sly smile, giving you a shy, yet knowing nod as she gulps down her shot. 

*THUD THUD THUD* 

The bass boosted pumps of electronic music fill your ears as you weave through the dancing crowd, leaving a pouting Winter behind. You know when your girlfriend has had enough, and you could tell she wanted out. She wasn’t meant to be a slut, and that’s alright with you, as you realize that you should apologize  for talking her into trying this out. 

“Maybe i’ll get her some ice cream on the way home? Vanilla would be ni-”

*THUD THUD THUD*

Your heart. It starts pounding, eyes opening as you watch Ningning slowly uncross her legs. The leather dress starts creeping up her creamy thighs, and she lies her hands palms down on the couch beside her as she looks at you with a hypnotic stare. That look. Mouth open, lips parted in panting breaths, a soft blush covering her cheeks, eyes half-closed as she regards you with a mix of shyness and anticipation. It’s a spell. She’s casting a spell on you. A hex of milky white skin with a sprinkling of slick shining on her inner thighs. Nobody else notices Ningning’s incantation, almost like she knew that while she wasn’t the life of the party, you would be totally bewitched. 

*THUD THUD THUD* 

Your footsteps. They pound on the confetti covered club floor as you push drunken partygoers aside, determinedly moving towards your girlfriend. Ningning gives you a shy wink, a slow lip bite accompanying her nervously excited fingers as she plays with the hem of her black dress. The leather hugs her thighs as she opens them, giving you a glimpse of damp, almost translucent panties, the blush growing deeper on her cheeks as she continues her intense stare. At first, you weren’t too sure about leaving so early, but now you had  to take her. Anytime, anyhow, anywhere but here. 

*THUD* 

“Sorry girls, i’ll be taking Ningning home early! She has a shoot tomorrow, you know how it is.” you bark out, grabbing your girlfriend by the arm as she quickly gets behind you, eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment for what she just did. 

“Yeah yeah stay safe! Don’t worry babe, we’ll do something lame for you next time, MMM!” Karina squeals, stretching out on the leather seating as her partners grope her crop top covered tits, massaging her thighs as she talks. 

“B-ngh! Bye!” Giselle doesn’t even turn around, waving an intoxicated arm behind her as she grinds on her man, the ecstatic guy gripping her shorts covered ass as she gives him the dance of a lifetime. 

You smirk, so that’s what got Ningning so worked up, huh. Sad, if these girls payed a bit more attention, they could’ve seen a glimpse of the slutty Ningning they hoped to bring out with this makeover. No matter, now you’ll have her for yourself, you think, determinedly leading your still blushing girlfriend out of the club, and into the cool midnight air. 

Soon, you find yourselves in the same wide lane from awhile ago. The neon lights and raucous party music of Itaewon recede behind you as you walk, the surroundings transitioning to the same mix of cafes and residential suites bordered by a barbed wire guarded train track. The sound of restaurants pulling metal covers down on their doors echo through the empty lane, with the lights going off in the apartment buildings around the two of you giving off the impression of a neighborhood at rest. You would find it comforting, if Ningning didn’t make it so difficult to put the idea of rest in your head. 

“Oppa, it’s so hott” she coos, the uneven rhythm of her heels on the pavement framed by her swaying blonde hair.

“You’ve been saying that for the last 10 minutes, sweetheart.” you chuckle, instinctively supporting your girlfriend amidst the admittedly impure thoughts rampant in your mind. 

Ningning grabs onto your arm, leaning her soft cheek on your shoulder as she sighs. You can’t help but look down, beholding the adorable, yet sexy figure of the young actress. Her bare shoulders look even more appetizing now, her collarbone shining with built-up sweat as her chest heaves with tipsy breaths. Tracing down her body, you try to hide your hardening cock with a cough as you see her thighs. So juicy, so creamy, so soft, the black leather had already rode up to her hips, barely leaving anything to your imagination. If only you could speed up time, get home faster, get to fucking her like a good little girl. 

“Oppa, you’re staring at me again.” 

You wince, mouth opening to get ready for a thrashing. Was she going to run away, flustered, just like she usually does? You don’t really know, but you know that you’re in Ningning effective range for an embarrassed slap or two. 

“No i’m not! Just supporting my wobbly ass girlfriend like a good partner you know? If only you weren’t so clum-…  Ningning?”

Ningning stands in front of you, keeping her hands behind her back as she looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. Her normally poised posture came undone as she leans forward, giving you a gracious view of her perky tits under the one-piece, illuminated by the fluorescent streetlight. Her legs cross over each other, the clacking of her heels silencing as she blushes, as if she’s about to tell you something embarrassing, as if she’s about to confess.

“You know something, oppa?” she starts, eyes trained on your own uncertain ones.

“Yeah?”

“You always make me feel like the hottest girl in the room. When i’m super shy, your eyes are always all over me, taking care of me, even enjoying my… my b-body.” That last phrase makes her blush, and she looks down at herself awkwardly, like she can’t believe you would ever find her attractive. 

“Okay okay I get it babe, i’m your sexy perv” you joke, trying to distract yourself so you don’t give in to the very real, very hard temptation right in front of you. 

“N-not the point! When I was in there with the others, all these guys kept on looking at me like I was just another dumb blonde for them to fuck, I didn’t feel hot at all.”

“Okay? You know that’s not true right?” you retort, getting ready to comfort her.

“But. BUT. When I thought about you looking at me like that, I got all hot and bothered, it felt good. I- I like it when you look at me like that. I like being…” she fiddles her hands behind her back, mustering the courage to meet your eyes despite her embarrassed, drunken state. 

“I like being your dumb blonde to fuck, oppa.” 

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“Oppa? Oppa?! Where are we going! Stop moving so fast!” 

Stop? You’re done stopping. No fucking way. You drag Ningning along by the hand, looking around intently as the train tracks on your left steadily rise above the sloping pavement. It’s crazy how much more alert your brain gets when you’re looking for a place to fuck. There should be an underpass around here. With the last trains already done for the day, there’s no way there would be anyone around the area. 

The wall on your left opens into a dimly lit underpass, empty of pedestrians at these late hours of the night. Warm, flickering lights adorn the walls, bathing the whole area in a faint, emanating hue. Perfect. 

“Mmm! Mmmph!” Ningning moans into your mouth as you aggressively kiss her. Her lips feel so soft, so fucking delicious, her tongue reaching out to softly battle with yours as you pin her to the wall. You can feel her mewling, her thighs opening to grind against your clothed knee as you push her into the cold concrete. The contrast of her warm, white skin to the gray, used cement is marvelous, and you can’t wait to show Ningning how much you want her, how much of a hot, sexy, party girl she is in your eyes. 

“Oppa! T-that feels, good!” She lifts her head against the wall, her blonde hair swept over her shoulder as you trail down her body. Kisses. They dot her collarbone, your greedy hands pulling down her one-piece to free your girlfriend’s gorgeous, perky tits. They bounce in the cool night air, the warm light emphasizing the light pink nubs of her very, very hard nipples. Nipples you don’t hesitate to suck and lick, earning an embarrassed mewl from a very horny Ningning.

“Turn around, sweetheart, show me your little slut ass.” you whisper, Ningning moaning just a tiny bit louder as she sloppily turns towards the wall, sticking her petite ass out for you as she pushes her cheek onto the flat surface. Her mouth is open now, panting, waiting for what you’re gonna do next as she looks at you expectantly. 

*ZZZIP* 

You zip down the back of Ningning’s one piece, quickly uncovering the delicious curve of her arched back. Wet, white skin rippling under your kisses as you slide the leather down to her hips. You can tell that she’s still a bit shy, the girl trembling under your touch as she lets out tiny moans, but that’s part of her charm. The charm of a woman so modest, yet driven into this whorish outfit, so proper, yet so ready for the taking, for the fucking of her lifetime. 

“You’re so beautiful sweetheart, I love this fucking ass. You know that?”  You growl, slipping the dress off Ningning to leave her completely in the nude, in nothing but her black high heels. She sticks her ass out to you with a timid moan, enjoying your praise, enjoying how absorbed you are in her soft body, her dripping folds, her perfect tits, and her heavenly ass. You’re almost paralyzed, stuck in the confines of her spell, standing behind her with your hard, throbbing cock exposed to the elements. There’s something gratifying about undressing her here,  a feeling of awakening, watching your young, sexy girlfriend melt under your touch as you show her off to a world still asleep. There’s no time to sleep. Ningning loves you. She wants you to make her dumb for your cock, make her your little blonde slut, and you’re happy to oblige. 

“Ahn! It’s so good! S-so big! B-babe!” 

Ningning moans as you softly rut into her, your cock exploring her tight, grasping hole while your hands grab her hips. She’s tight. Immeasurably tight, and you intend to savor the feeling of finally taking her for yourself. No more mindless party boys. No more meatheads who jump at the site of a white toned thigh, just you and the only girl you’d ever make submit to you— Ningning. 

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*

The soft slapping of wet ass against wet crotch fills the echoey underpass, lights flickering as you enjoy your girlfriend’s amazing pussy. Her walls feel like a vice, grasping, massaging, tightening around your veiny shaft as you plunge in and out of her. Ningning starts getting more into it, her mouth contorting into a satisfied smile as she is fucked and filled, her cheek flattening against the concrete wall as she feels you hunch over her, pinching a hanging nipple in the midst of your feverous fucking. 

“You like that, Ningning? You like being fucked against the wall like a good little slut? You’re my favorite, you know. The hottest girl in the world. I fucking love you baby, and your pussy is mine. Understand?” you growl, rutting into her with deep, strong strokes. Every word of yours is music to Ningning’s ears. She’s not an actress, not a hot party girl, not another dumb blonde. Just another dumb blonde, only for you, only for your manly cock and her pussy lips made for accepting it. A dribble of slick drops down to your balls as you dirty talk your partner, her moans losing the earlier shyness to a violent acceptance of your love. 

“Yes, yes, yes! My pussy is yours! I’ll bend over for you anytime babe! I love you shooo much! I’m your slut! AGHH!” Ningning’s eyes widen in surprise as you flip her over, the feeling of her back hitting the hard wall both knocking the air out of her and making your cock tunnel that much deeper into her waiting walls. She yelps, her open mouthed luscious lips soon covered by your larger ones in a torrid kiss. You lift up one milky thigh, the black heels suspended in the air as Ningning submits to your desires. Wanting to finish strong, you leave your cockhead in her entrance, then plunge back in as deep as you can do, earning a wail as the girl’s eyes roll up inside her head. 

Pull out, fuck. 

“Mmm! Shoo good! I’m yours, i’m yourss!” Ningning’s breasts heave with each violent thrust, her hips gyrating around your own as she sticks her tongue out, letting you suck on her neck. The shy demeanor is all gone, all that’s left is a truly slutty, truly yours, Ningning.

Pull out, fuck. 

“B-babe! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna, i’m gonna, AGHH!” Ningning bursts, the walls of her pussy massaging your shaft in a tight embrace, pulsating, trying to milk you as she pushes her bare ass against you. Ningning leans back as you suck on a nipple, her armpits open to the world as she runs her hands through her blonde hair, fully savoring her real, submissive orgasm. 

Pull out, fuck. 

“I, i’m gonna cum too Ningning. Tell me how you feel, tell me how much you love being fucked, being owned.” you roar, keeping your shaft in her deepest place, enjoying the feeling of her body twisting massaging you for your own pleasure. 

“I love you sooo much! I’m your slut! Your dumb, blonde slut! I love it when you fuck me, when you own me, when you look at me like i’m your special piece of meat! Cum for me babe! Give me your seed! Cum all over your girl.” Ningning emphasizes each word with a rut of her dripping pussy lips against your crotch, using her hands to slap her own sweaty tits, smiling with a need so primal, so true, that you couldn’t hold back any longer. 

Pull out, cum. 

“I’m cumming! FUCKING TAKE IT!” 

With a groan you pull out, Ningning kneeling down and looking at you with those loving, needy eyes. She sticks her wet tongue out, keeping her hands on her lap, resuming the perfect posture she takes pride in, not to look prim and proper, but to lean forward and accept your gift of cum all over her. You paint her face, globs of cum landing on her eyelids, her cheeks, on her tongue. You aim downwards, letting your seed drip all over her perky tits, watching as it slides down her body to her knelt down, creamy thighs, the gorgeous slope of her arched back nothing but a canvas for you to paint. 

With a huff, you finish. The warm light of the underpass flickers, and the silence of a night well spent echoes through the empty space. You look below you, and see Ningning licking up your shaft, cleaning you, worshipping you, all with those same loving, needy eyes. Putting a hand on her blonde hair, you sigh, enjoying the feeling of her warm, submissive tongue milking you dry, comforting you.

“Yeah babe, you’re definitely not another dumb blonde.” 

The Translator : Part 1

Tags : Innocent Sex, Fluffy Smut, Blowjob, Some Exhibitionism

Includes Karina scenes! Trying out mixing plot with smut better, enjoy the new style! :DD 

*Slap*  *Slap*  *Slap*

Sweat stains the cold locker as a tanned. bare back is pushed up against it. A jock reams a cheerleader open, ripping her skirt off in lust while the moaning girl is held up by her bubbly ass, roughly fucked against the smooth metal.

“That’s right baby, you like this cock? Say you love it, say you fucking love it” He growls, swiping aside black hair to suck on the girl’s alluring neck, feeling her tremble in pleasure as he fucks into her tight snatch. Her pussy lips tighten around him as he claims her, a sign of long awaited, satisfying submission.

Y-yes! I-I love it! Mmm… love your cock” She throws her head back, eyes rolling up in delight as her tits ripple with every thrust. As much as she wouldn’t admit it, she loves this, loves fucking in the most raw, primal way. Her partner grins in victory, slapping her ass as he bottoms out inside of her, prompting a squeal from the pent-up girl.

The cheerleader wraps her legs around her partner, bucking her hips against him as he speeds up. She moans into his ear, her pussy tightening around her partner’s big, thick cock as slick runs down his shaft. She’s completely given into it now, enthusiastically offering up her once innocent body to be pinned to the wall. He ruts into her even faster, spurred on like a racehorse— one who’s about to reach the finish line.

“Do it baby, cum inside me, fill. me. up” The moaning girl whispers in his ear, knowing her partner is close, bringing him to the edge with sultry words, half lidded eyes, and wet, massaging, walls. Soft, tanned skin rubs against him as she wraps her arms around his neck, and he explodes.

“AGH! FUCK! I’m cumming!”

*Snap*

Grabbing Karina’s phone, you snap it shut, tucking it into your backpack, head whipping around in panic. “Are you fucking crazy? What if someone’s here?” you hiss at the laughing girl, punching her arm in frustration as red creeps up your cheeks. 

“Chill out dude, there’s nobody here. Look at you, you’re a fucking tomato!” she giggles, gleefully kicking at your shins as she looks down on you from the table’s edge. Sometimes, you really hate Karina. Sure, learning all about her sexual exploits has become normal at this point, with the girl fucking every guy on campus, but she always manages to find ways to break your otherwise calm demeanor with the sheer slutiness of the stuff she pulls off. 

You lean back into your chair, massaging your temples. Today is gonna one of those days, huh. Karina walks into the classroom at 7am with that stupid grin on her face, saying she found a “really cool spot in the gym!” If cool means the coach’s locker room, which never gets used by the old geezer anyways, then… okay you have to admit, that is pretty cool. But you know what’s not cool? Imagining Karina bareback on a training bench, getting reamed open bareback by a football jock. A pair of large tits, a slim waist, and thin, fuckable thighs, Karina has it all. However, as much as you love your best friend, it isn’t exactly fun watching her fuck on the same surfaces sweaty old men change into dated polo shirts.

“Hey, I thought you’d find it funny! Plus, you know I love teasing you, you fucking virgin” Karina chuckles, ass bouncing off old wood as she moves behind you, draping her arms around your chest and whispering into your ear. Your mouth opens in indignation. What is she going to yak about now? Another story? Another reason to call her the slut of the school?  

“What do you say… wanna fuck?” 

You shiver at the sound of her voice, quickly turning to the sultry girl as she looks into your eyes, dark irises playful with hidden challenge. 7am. An empty classroom. Lockable doors. Just the two of you. Nobody would know. 

“Your breath smells like shit.” Your lips curl in a smirk before Karina quickly  sandwiches your neck into the crook of her arm, slapping you with another hand. “Asshole!” She feigns anger, ruffling your hair while your laughter echoes throughout the empty classroom. Sure Karina’s hot, but you’re nothing but a boring nerd, a virgin. A popular best friend is already a huge thing for you to handle. Sex, with her? Yeah, way too much, way too unbelievable.

*Click*

Footsteps echo in your ears as the classroom door opens. “Already at it you two?” Giselle yawns as she plops her bag down to your right. She’s always the one of the earlier ones to arrive in the morning, and it’s nice having someone other than slutty Karina to talk to. “Of course they are, Karina’s always messing with him babe.” Quickly following is her boyfriend, Pierce, who meets you with a high five as Karina pouts and settles into her seat. 

“And you two are together as always. How’s your morning?” you smile at the couple. You’ve always liked them, they’re one of the more mellow pairings in this school, as well as some of your best, most supportive friends. 

“Pretty good! OMG! You won’t believe what I heard. So Joshua told Julia, then Julia told Kyle, then Kyle told me, that something big’s happening today! It’s craz-mmp!” a large hand quickly covers Giselle’s mouth as Pierce pulls the indignant girl back. You admire Pierce. If there’s one person who can handle Giselle, it’s him, and you’re still not sure how he does it. Placating her with a kiss on the forehead, Pierce enthusiastically finishes, “Sorry, it’s too early for this. What Giselle means to say is that, there’s a new girl joining the class today! Pretty cool right?” A new classmate? ‘Whatever, as long as she doesn’t bother me too much’ you think, grimacing as Karina’s incessant pouting reminds you of how lucky you are to be with such a lovable, yet annoying group of friends. 

You reply with a chuckle, “Interesting. Hope she isn’t too weird, i’m already going crazy with the three of you here everyday.” Not thinking too deeply about it, sleepy hands reach into your backpack to start unpacking your things. Notebook, check. Pencil case, check. The newest sequel of the novel series you love, check. A grin dances across your lips, maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

*Cough* “Yeah, we hope so too.”

More people have started to filter into the classroom, with a few guys shooting Karina funny glances, and a few girls jealously whispering behind Giselle. Your three friends stand out, their shadows towering over the table. Awkwardly, you look up, meeting their expectant gaze with one of both confusion and anticipation. “What’s up? Stop looking at me like that, spit it out.” 

Karina clears her throat, “We know you don’t like doing things out of nowhere, but the girl is kinda… from Korea.” You blink. Korea? You’re half Korean, the only one in this otherwise diverse class. Sure, you keep in touch with your family in Asia, and you know basic Korean from your parents, but it’s hardly something that you flaunt around.  

“Okay… and so?” you reply, fidgeting, uncomfortable with all the attention. 

“And so… the principal thought it would be a good idea to assign her a guide, someone who would take her around you know? Translate a little.” Giselle continues, wincing in pity. She knows you hate being hassled, even if hassling you is how your little group came together.

Fuck. 

“Honestly dude, when we found out who it was, we couldn’t believe it either, you aren’t exactly good with new people. But yeah, it’s you.” Pierce concludes with a forced chuckle. Great, Karina’s already giggling. She must be quite the bad package. 

“Her name’s Winter, and you’re gonna be her translator.” 

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“Where…turn? 반품?”

“Sorry sweetie, but I can’t understand what you’re saying.” 

Shaking her head, the librarian gives Winter a helpless shrug. The girl frowns, a pile of books cradled in her arms as she stands in front of the counter. History. Math, Economics, and a whole lot of English tops off the pile. Alone in the spacious library, Winter looks more comfortable now; dressed in the monochromatic pairing of a black T-shirt and a pair of black shorts. If you didn’t know any better, you’d mistake her for one of those popular fashionistas, unafraid to wear casual clothes— angelic, beautiful, unreal, their looks doing the styling for them 

“Sorry sorry… where… put?” Winter sighs, balancing from foot to foot, racking her brain for the word she’s looking for. 

The librarian huffs, the rhythmic thud of her library stamp stopping while she snaps, “I already told you darling, if you don’t know what you’re looking for, i’m sorry, but I can’t help-” 

“I think she’s asking for how she can return these books, ma’am” Stepping forward, you appear beside the startled girl. Winter’s mouth opens, the transferee ready to interject, but you give her a look that spells: ‘leave this to me.’ 

“Oh, its you! Tell her to leave them by the door in our “return” basket. Christ, she’s been here for 30 minutes, walking around like a stray dog! Make sure to take care of her. alright?” the old woman smiles, her demeanor instantly changing as she answers. After all, you’ve been borrowing books here for years, and the prune librarian is something of a mother figure to your nerdy self. Not that you’d ever let Winter know that. 

“Of course ma’am! Come on Winter.” You drag Winter away, dust mites lingering in the afternoon light while your companion gives the librarian a few too many apologetic bows. 

*Click*

Your hand lingers on the old doorknob, Winter already skipping through the deserted hallway as you escape the library. “Winter, wait up!” you shout, jogging to catch up to the energetic girl. It’s only once you’re beside her, ready to grill her for sneaking off to read again, that she looks up at you and cutely calls “Oppa!” 

Giggles fill your ears as you look away, orange afternoon light doing nothing to hide the shade of red creeping up your cheeks. Mischievous, curious, and a little bit shy, Winter never fails to leave you both constantly on the edge of your seat worrying where she is, and disarmed at how adorable she can be. The former is inevitable. Being ignored by most of the school after the first week of “it’s an asian girl!” fascination, Winter has made it a point to explore every nook and cranny of the campus, finding herself in some of the weirdest places even you didn’t know existed. The latter however, is a different story. With long, white hair, gorgeous gray eyes, creamy skin, and a hidden hourglass figure, it’s difficult for even a no-fucks given guy like you to ignore how beautiful she is. 

Not even Karina can bring that reaction out of you, and for someone that’s only been in your life for 3 weeks, that’s impressive, scary, even. You look back at Winter, shifting an arm around her shoulder, moving her out of the way before she walks into the wall. She already has her head buried in another book, letting you drag her through the hallways as large eyes scan every word. 

“What are you reading?” you ask her, pointing to the old brown cover as the two of you enter an elevator, one of the perks of being the international student’s guide. 

She looks up at you, cocking her head to the side in concentration. “K-kama… sutra?” 

“Mhm! Good pronunciation.” you chuckle, the girl puffing her chest out as she gets back to reading. Kama Sutra huh? Sounds familiar. Books from Asia are always fun reads, they make you feel more at home. Though if you’re talking about Indian books, you haven’t gotten around to them as much. 

*Ding!*

The elevator doors open unto the roof deck. The setting sun tints gray concrete orange as you breathe in fresh air, watching the assortment of sports teams playing down below. Students look like ants from up here, lazily funneling through the school gate as another weekday ends. Winter rushes past you, sitting on the edge of the rooftop and dangling her legs over the edge. 

Over the last few weeks, this has become your spot, the place where the two of you wait until the dormitory bells ring for dinner. As one of the only other live-in students your age, it’s nice having Winter around for company. She reads her nonfiction, and you read your novels. If you were to use a term from one of the science books she won’t stop pining over, the two of you have a symbiotic relationship. Easy. Honest. Supportive. 

“Okay, wanna show me what’s in that book?” You ask, craning your head over Winter’s shoulder. To your surprise, she quickly pushes the book into her chest, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she shakes her head. 

Okay. Weird. Winter’s always excited to show you what she’s reading, especially because you’re literally her human translator. “O-oppa! Sorry!” she squeals, a familiar looking blush creeping up her ears. Maybe the book is bothering her? Cultural differences between Asia and the West can get messy, and you know that the principal will kill you if this girl cries to him over a misunderstood page. 

“What is it? You don’t get something?” You continue, brow creasing as Winter gets up and starts running away, still shaking her head. Now you’re really curious, quickly moving to run after her. For a bookworm, Winter is fast. Like a cat, she jumps between exposed pipes and rumbling exhaust units, rapidly outpacing you as light filters through gaps in the metal jungle. 

Stumbling through the rooftop, you shout “Winter?! Be careful! Slow down!” She doesn’t listen of course, forgetting her embarrassment to laugh at your inelegant attempts to emulate her movements. Soon, you start laughing along with her, making a show out of “accidentally” bumping into air conditioning units, letting momentum carry you through each obstacle with Winter in hysterics, waiting for you on the other side. It’s a different feeling, being free to mess around without being a third wheel, without the stench of sex assailing your nostrils, and you realize that you like it— you like spending time with Winter. 

*Huff* *Huff* “Yeah yeah, keep on laughing.” You chuckle, hunching over as Winter gives you a playful slap on the back. 

“미안해요!” She crouches to look up at your sweating face, a teasing, apologetic smile dancing on her lips.

“E-english, Winter. English” You reply.

“E-Eh! I mean.. Sorry Oppa!” She straightens up, stuttering as she bows to apologize. She’s still smiling. She’s messing with you again. With a sigh, you straighten your back, looking around the clearing you’ve found yourselves in. Soon, dusk settles, with footlights bathing the area in a warm, yellow glow. Ahead, the crisscross shadow of a tennis court cage looms over you. It appears to be deserted, which isn’t much of a surprise, hardly anyone comes to this court to practice. Nobody likes climbing up 5 sets of stairs. 

You know what else nobody likes? Being kept in the dark.

You snap your attention back to Winter, raising an eyebrow in question “So.. are you gonna tell me what’s in that book?” 

She looks up at you, cocking her head in thought: “Ehh.. hard to say.. Oppa..” 

“Just show me, i’m your translator, remember?” You reach for the thick hardcover, only for Winter to slap your hand away, cradling the bundle of pages close to her chest. 

So, that’s how she wants to play it. Feigning surprise, you point at the balcony like one would in a Saturday morning cartoon. “Okay okay, fine… Look! a 독수리!“

“N-no! Oppa!” You quickly reach for the book, grabbing one end of it and pulling. She’s blushing, and laughing? How her eyes cutely dart from side to side makes it hard to tell, but it spurs you on, the two of you planting your feet in an adorable tug of war. 

“Winter.. stop.. being.. so… stubborn!” 

“No.. Oppa! you stop!” 

“Mmm… yes! Fuck me daddy!” 

. . .

Freeze. The book falls to the floor with a muffled thud. Quick. Run. Hide. From the back of an exhaust vent, you keep Winter behind you, slowly poking your head out. What was that? The voice sounds familiar, yet also weirdly garbled, as if it came from a drunkard, a drunkard that definitely noticed when the only two kids on the rooftop suddenly went quiet. 

“서큐버스?! Succ..ubus?” Winter peeks out with curious eyes. 

You move your arm in front of her, ready to pull her away if anything happens. “No, probably just a couple fucking. Props to them though, this spot is definitely one of the weirder ones” you mutter. 

“F-fucking? Oppa?” She cocks her head to the side, brow creasing as she plays with the word in her head. 

“I-I mean… uhh, how do I say this…” You stutter. Right, Winter’s an international student, and a pretty sheltered one at that. There’s no way she’d know anything about sex. You’re no good with words, how are you supposed to explain it to her? 

While your head is turned towards the girl, her curious eyes baring into you, you hear it. 

*Clang!* 

Wire mesh rattles as the door to the tennis court cage opens. A couple steps into the clearing, the guy smugly pulling his jeans up as he saunters out onto the rooftop, while the girl slowly pokes her head out of the open exit, definitely the more cautious of the two. In the faint yellow lighting, you can barely make out her face, but she seems familiar, almost too familiar. 

“Dave, I want more!” The purple haired girl whines, hugging the arm of her partner as they walk through the clearing. 

“Later babe, you’re coming back to my place to fuck anyways right?” He smiles, looping a hand behind to grab the girl’s ass. Meanwhile, Winter pushes up against you from behind, leaning over your shoulder, eyes twinkling as she watches the couple. You look up at her, tempted to ask why she looks so fascinated. It’s not like she hasn’t seen couples before, in fact, it’s probably the “it” thing to be the hot high school pairing in Korea. Before you can open your mouth however, the footsteps stop. 

A deep voice, much closer this time, asks “Hey babe? I thought we were the only ones here? Why is there a book here?” You can get a good look at the guy now. He’s built, like really built. Rippling muscles, a chiseled face, and sleazy eyes, all covered by a revealing tank top give off the impression of a gym rat. You aren’t very insecure about your own body, but next to him, he’s definitely the superior specimen. Feeling you slouch over a little bit, Winter gives you an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder. “Oppa… good body!” she whispers, smiling with an adorable thumbs up. “T-thanks Winter” you mumble, before looking back at the pair in front of you. 

“I dunno. Looks cool though! My friend’s a huge bookworm, always reading shit when we’re stuck together in the morning, he’d probably know what that’s about.” The girl laughs, squatting down beside her companion. Your eyes widen, the warm yellow light illuminating her face. Purple hair tied in pigtails, bountiful breasts hidden under a white crop top, and creamy thighs covered by a matching white tennis skirt, Karina kneels down in front of you, eyes scanning the pages of the book. A smudge of white dribbles down her chin, and your breathing hitches, brain lighting up as you realize the situation. 

Karina’s on one of her escapades, or as she likes to call them: “sexcapades”, finding weird places to have sex around campus. This guy is her plaything for tonight, and the rooftop is her spot. Hunching forward, an odd excitement courses through your body. As much as you’d never admit it, listening to Karina talk about her adventures would always make you feel a little bit jealous, and more than a little bit horny. Maybe Winter can sit this one out, you can cover her eyes while enjoying the show. Looking back at the girl behind you, a blush covers her cheeks, her eyes staring down at the floor. For a moment, you falter. Of course, it’s your job to make sure she’s having a good time, and while you have a hard time helping her with things like academics, letting a conservative Korean girl see what you’re about to, won’t translate well. 

You sigh, “Hey Winter? If you don’t want to be here, that’s completely fine alright? We can try to sneak out.” 

She looks up, dark eyes flitting to and from your face and something behind you. Is she too nervous to say she wants to leave? Or too embarrassed to talk? Did you assume too much? 

*Flip* *Flip* *Flip* 

Dave and Karina aggressively sift through the book, aged pages crinkling under the low light. Hushed whispers fill the air as they smile to each other, standing up to lean over their newfound treasure. Karina is especially surprising. The cum-stained girl points to different pages, eyes alert, excited, engaged. She always makes fun of you for being a bookworm, yet here she is, pouring over pages with her partner like a bona fide nerd. 

As the couple turns back towards the tennis court, you grab Winter by the shoulders, looking into her eyes, “Winter. Be honest with me, what’s in that book?” The soft blush on her fair skin intensifies. The girl who loves gushing over novels, who spends days on the edge of this very rooftop, boring you with the latest releases, is speechless. “O-oppa… it’s… what you were talking about…” Winter bites her lip as she replies, meeting your eyes in an earnest stare. Slowly, you ask, “And that is?” 

“F-fuck! This position’s s-so good!” 

Your head snaps back, eyes blinking at the sight in front of you. Karina moans against the wire mesh of the tennis cage, her miniskirt pulled up to reveal a pulsing, wet pussy. Cold metal vibrates against her cheek as Dave pistons his large cock in and out of her walls, your slutty friend sticking out her tongue as squirt runs down her legs. Speaking of legs, Dave laughs as he lifts Karina’s right leg up, the bodybuilder enjoying his partner dripping all over his member. The taut skin of her thighs ripple in time with the cage’s rattling, giving off the impression of an intense, aggressive fuck. The scene is fucking hot, and way more than you could have ever imagined. Winter slowly leaves your mind as you lean forward, head sticking out dangerously from behind the exhaust vent. 

With a grunt, Dave leans over Karina, “Babe, wanna try that other position? the book rated it very highly.” 

Wait… the book? Winter’s book?

Before you can react, Karina replies to Dave with a kiss, a smoldering look in her eyes as she turns around and pushes him down. Mere meters away from you, Dave’s ass hits the cold concrete, the warm light cast on his partner.  A white tube top lands on your right, and Winter glances at it with a wide-eyed, startled expression on her face. Meanwhile, your focus is on the book. That’s where they got the position from? A sex position? That means… 

Fuck. 

Tits sweaty in the moonlight, Karina bounces on her accomplice’s big, hard cock. Despite the sudden realization of where this erotic act is modelled after, your own rod hardens at the sight. Karina is your best friend, but she’s always been attractive to you, her innate confidence in her bombshell of a body being the magnetic force that drew the two of you to be friends. Now, the sight of her toned midriff, curved back, and wide hips aggressively slamming down on Dave’s crotch only serves to egg your lust on even more. Her bouncing butt is fully visible, and you can imagine her tight walls wringing the endurance out of her partner. “F-fuck” a quiet moan escapes your mouth, and Winter’s astonished, flustered eyes widen as your own cock sticks up into your jeans. Meanwhile, the couple’s moans echo on the rooftop. A drunken smile on Karina’s face, and a smug grin on Dave’s, the man content to slap the slutty girl’s ass while she has her fun. 

“F-fuck! Babe! Yes, yes, yes! Mmph!” Karina groans, gyrating her hips. She’s starting to give into it, to the addictive, electrifying feeling of forbidden pleasure. A tighter massage around Dave’s cock, a deeper thrust into Karina’s pussy, and a sheen of sweat covers the couple, their rapture an unseen highlight on the darkening rooftop. As frenzied slaps fill your ears, your grip on the exhaust vent weakens, legs trembling as your hardened member strains against your jeans. 

“What a fucking slut! Bounce faster bitch, daddy wants to cum.” Dave laughs, giving Karina a wet slap on a round butt cheek, the girl’s tongue sticking out of her mouth as she throws her head back in pleasure.

Your hand snakes down to your crotch. Maybe it’s alright, maybe Winter won’t see. 

“Ugh! I fucking love your cock daddy! Do you like my pussy? It’s so tight, just for you.” Karina stutters as she talks, her voice breaking with every deep, full thrust into her grasping walls. 

Your rough fingers rest on your thigh, tightly gripping the muscle as you resist the urge to touch yourself. Just this once, please, just this once. Then you’ll forget about it, then you’ll stick to being a proper translator, a proper friend.

Even without seeing you, It’s almost as if Dave wants to tempt you further, wants to show off the prize that you’ll never have the pleasure of enjoying. “FUCK!” He roars, as he braces his knees against the floor, and starts pistoning into the shaking girl. “Yes - FUCK - YES!” Karina screams as the burly jock buries his face into her sweaty, bouncing tits. She loves getting her tits sucked, and she wraps her arms around her partner as he slurps on the womanly mounds. 

Dave’s primal ferocity breaks something inside of you, releases a beast that has far too long stayed aloof, unattached to the pleasures of those around him. Fuck it. Your hand snakes down to your crotch, getting closer and closer to your concealed, leaking cockhead. Fuck it. You don’t want to jerk off, you need to. Fuck it. You’re so ready to release, to cum, to fuck. 

But just as your palm is about to touch the lump in your jeans…

“Oppa…” 

That voice. That soft, innocent voice. You falter, looking behind at Winter. In the dark shadow of the exhaust vent, her eyes stand out. She stares at you, her gaze a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. Distant, heated moans fill the cold atmosphere, and time stops, silence filling the space between you. “Winter.. i’m…” You stutter, quickly covering your crotch with a hand, hunching to the right to hide your arousal. Fuck. You slipped. You’re supposed to be Winter’s guide. Her translator. Her shield against the debauchery of a western high school. The only thing you are now is a sword, hard, ready, needy, and pointing straight at her. 

“F-fuck! Harder! Yes!” You glance behind the vent in fear, momentarily forgetting about your curious companion. Have you been caught? What do you tell Karina? Her best friend is secretly hiding behind her, watching her have sex on the school rooftop? She’d never let you hear the end of it. God, you can hear her laughing already, teasing you with those stupid pigtails while she makes fun of your inner pervert. “Maybe I can explain! I was… just helping Winter borrow the book! Wait no, that’s dumb, it’s a fucking sex book. Maybe I got lost while showing Winter the rooftop? No, she knows that we’re always nerding out up here, or maybe-” 

“Oppa!” 

With a loud whisper, Winter grabs onto your shoulders, knocking you out of it. You blink at her. You’ve never seen Winter so determined before, never heard her soft voice sound so firm. Gulping down your panic, you look up, meeting her gaze. Dark brown irises stare back at you, both familiar and foreign in the most enchanting of ways. The softness is still there— there in the way the corners of her eyes curve up in a comforting eye-smile, in the way her gentle fingers attempt to squeeze your much larger shoulders, a silent promise of safety, of peace, emanating from Winter’s body. 

“Shhh, 괜찮아요, it’s okay… Oppa” You’re still now, the slaps and squelching of passionate sex fading into the background as Winter gets closer. Red, full lips slightly open, Winter’s gentle demeanor slowly fades away as her hand traces down your chest. Up close, you realize just how beautiful Winter really is. You can feel her hot, small breaths on your face, her fingers reaching the edge of your jeans as she leans in. Unconsciously, you let out a sigh of relief as her hand brushes against your engorged member, fingers uncertain of where they should be placed. Shit. You should stop yourself. You should push her away before it’s too late, before Winter— your responsibility, makes you responsible for a mistranslation you can never take back. But her lips look so soft, so inviting, her fingers so deliciously wrapped around your clothed cock. Maybe it’s alright, maybe-

*Clang*

“Mmm, you’re gonna fuck me here babe? What a bad boy” The exhaust vent trembles as Karina’s sultry voice enters your ears. Winter freezes, eyes wide, her fingers trembling around your balls. 

Dave huskily replies, “According to our nerdy friend over here, this position will *ahem* “Bring both man and woman into the optimal union, the nirvana of pleasure, the penultimate orgasm” or whatever the fuck that means, all I know is that i’m going to fuck you, then cum in you like the whore you are.”  The toes of his shoes are mere inches away, the burly teen’s feet planted on the edges of the curved, metal box. 

*Clang* 

“Ugh! Yes! S-so good!” Vibrations. You can feel them. Travelling up your back, the raucous banging of aggressive sex felt all the way down to your toes. Panic creeps into your chest, mixed with an odd sense of thrill. Here you are, back to back with your best friend, as her wet, grasping pussy is getting fucked, with only a thin metallic structure between you. Your cock gets harder, and Winter feels it rise between her fingers, soft denim forming a dangerous tent. 

*Thud* *Slap* “Fuck! Love that fucking ass, you like this? Like my fucking cock?” Another tremor, more intense this time. Close your eyes. Wait it out. Don’t you dare mov- 

“Shh… Let me… Oppa” Slowly, Winter’s delicate fingers move up to the hem of your pants, the blushing girl staring into your eyes, before quickly pulling them off. The denim slides against the concrete floor with a loud shuffle. Fuck. They’ll hear. Stop- 

“Winter? Wha- Mmph!” The rhythmic banging ceases, and you freeze. Soft, small lips push against yours, silencing you as your heart stops. 

“B-babe? Did you hear that?” 

“No? Don’t be a fucking pussy, though with a *slap* pussy like this, I guess you can’t stop yourself huh” 

*Slap* “Mmm… Stop! What if… ugh! S-someone sees?” 

“Then they’ll see me push you against this fucking vent, pumping my cum into your needy, little, pussy.” 

*Crash* “AGH! Yes.. YES!” 

Just as you’re processing how close of a call that was, a wet tongue parts your lips and starts exploring your mouth. Hesitant hands wrap around your cock, and Winter mewls into the kiss. Even now, as squelching and squealing fills the night air, she’s still curious. Winter makes sure to be careful with your cock, using her small fingers to pump pre-cum out of the throbbing rod. When her palm brushes against your cockhead, or her digits press on a particularly sensitive area of your shaft, you moan into the kiss. She gets good at it, fast. And soon, Winter’s once pure, clean, virgin hands are wet with your filth, clear pre-cum coating her fingers in coaxed out, sticky strands. 

*Thud* *Thud* *Thud* “Fuck! I love pigtails, they make good handles for fucking sluts like you”

A string of saliva connects your lips as you come up for air. Your cock throbs at the mention of pigtails, imagining Karina’s face plastered on the wall of the exhaust vent, her hourglass figure flush against Dave’s crotch as he pulls on her hair. Winter notices, and with half-lidded eyes, she jerks your cock faster. Her fingers feel so soft, so sensitive, so erotic. A line of spit drops down her open lips, lubricating your desperate rod as you throw your head back into the exhaust vent, shaking in pent-up pleasure. With Karina, you’re used to imagining her, nights spent masturbating to the idea of fucking her in every forbidden place, in every forbidden position around the school. But with Winter, that idea is foreign. Your friendship is so pure, so innocent, so full of childish, language barriered curiosity, that you’ve never realized just how hot she actually is, just how good it would feel to have her petite, panting body pushed up against you, to have her sweet hands bring you to orgasm.

*CLANG* “I’m gonna fucking cum Karina, FUCK! You fucking bitch!” 

“O-oppa… Please… Do it” Winter’s hands get faster, spit flying as she looks into your eyes. She looks so innocent. No. Don’t kid yourself. She looks so slutty. Her small ass sticks out behind her, knees positioned on the concrete, her lips drawing closer to your cockhead, her fingers spreading wet spit along your shaft. 

*SLAP* “YES! Cum in me! I’m your good little bitch! Fill my pussy up! I want it shoo bad!”

“S-shit!” You muffle a groan with your hand, feeling the warm wetness of a tongue on your cock. Winter keeps only your cockhead between her small, red lips. Those eyes. Those sultry, sexy eyes. Brown irises stare into yours. They’re the same, familiar eyes, giving you a completely different look. It’s a look of begging, of desperation, of a girl desperate for her man’s cum. Winter’s sticky hand reaches down, and your dick momentarily reaches deeper into her tight, wet, mouth, pale cheeks bulging in the night light as she keeps eye contact, trying to figure out how to properly massage her partner’s balls, how to make you feel as good as possible.  “W-winter… fuck!” Her mistake is too much for you, the cute yet incessant determination to suck you off, to swallow down your baby batter, pushing you over the edge. 

*SQUELCH* *THUD* 

“FUCK! I’M CUMMING! Be a good bitch and don’t waste any of it!  FUCK!”  Dave pushes Karina’s long legs apart, the girl screaming in pleasure as he forces her into the exhaust vent wall, his crotch prone against her ass while he delivers his load into the broken girl. 

“f-fuck… W-winter, mmm… yeah…” Winter looks up at you, eyes glazed in pleasure as her cheeks bloat with the sheer amount of cum you pour into her throat. She’s never done this before, but her wide eyes soon turn dreamy as she starts swallowing. Gulp, after gulp, after gulp, the sweet suction of her lips still on your pulsing cockhead as the small Korean girl sucks you clean. Karina’s moans echo around you. Dave’s groans vibrate through the steel. But it’s all a forgettable background. A flimsy display compared to the kneeling girl between your legs, blonde hair draped around sweaty shoulders as your cock exits her mouth with a pop. 

“O-oppa…” She softly whispers, her soft voice backed by tired huffs on the other side. 

“Y-yes Winter?” You reply. Clarity fills your brain as you look at the girl you’re supposed to guide. That’s cum dripping down her chin. Your cum. Fuck. She was so sweet, so nice, and you just pumped your cum down her throat. Shame fills you once again, the shame of defiling a girl you were meant to keep pure. You meet her eyes, ready to apologize, ready to own up to it. 

To your surprise, she instead leans back, the warm footlights illuminating her blushing face as she lifts up her skirt, spreading her creamy thighs. 

“More… please” 

The Translator : Part 2 ft. Aespa Winter

Tags : Innocent Sex, Fluffy Smut, Creampie, Virgin Winter, Plot, Pussy Eating, Blowjob

NOTE: I highly recommend reading Part 1 first for a much more ENJOYABLE experience. It might be long, but on my honor as a writer, I PROMISE it’s worth it. 

CLICK HERE FOR PART 1

“Tits or Ass?” 

“Personality?”

“You’re no fun anymore,  you know that?” Karina pouts, the warm feeling of her arm around yours quickly disappearing as she skips into the lingerie store. You roll your eyes. It’s way too bright in here. White footlights outline the open entrance, curling around posters, mannequins, and rows upon rows of clothing stands. Groovy R&B music plays in the background, deep, hollow beats filling the store with an air of sultry suggestion. Your feet shift in place, and scantily dressed staff members snicker as they glance in your direction. Is it really alright for you to be here?  

“Hey, butler! Get in here!” Karina shouts, beckoning you over with an excited wave. 

You sigh, “Yeah yeah… coming!” 

For the next few hours, Karina speeds around the lingerie shop, making sure to try every stocking, bra, and panty she can get her hands on. She’s like a child at a toy store— that is, if you replace LEGOs and barbie dolls with dildos and vibrators.  As you turn into a particularly wide aisle, she nonchalantly throws piles of lingerie into your arms, and you spit out sequined cloth as the soft bundle pushes up against your cheek. 

“Is this… pfft, necessary? You fuck people in your pajamas, Karina.” you say, catching a red faced shopper staring in the opposite aisle while you trail behind the excited girl. 

Karina sighs, “Yeah, but I really want to impress Dave, alright?” 

*THUD*

The mountain of underwear hits the floor as you clutch your stomach, roaring in laughter. “N-no way, you just- WAHAHA- said that- BWAHA” 

Karina crouches, her finger on her lips while she shushes you, “Dude, I swear! He’s… he’s…d-” 

“What, different?” You chuckle, and look up at her while you pick up the discarded products of her shopping spree.

“Y-yeah! He’s fucking different!” 

You raise an eyebrow, “Different. Like Kyle? Or Charlie? Or Bryan? Or… Pierce? You’re lucky Giselle never found out about how you were messing around with him before they started dating.” 

“Shh, I know, I know. But I really wanna see this one through. He makes me feel… safe? If that makes sense? You can understand that, right?” 

Your grin falters. It’s familiar. How she leans forward, like a child excited for her favorite show. How she smiles, a slow curve of giddy lips. How she squints with playful resolve, a look that you’ve become all too familiar with. If only…

“Winter…” 

“What? What are you muttering about?” 

“N-nothing” 

You stand up, and the looming aisles of sexy toys and sultry clothes seem a little bit less imposing. Karina’s your best friend. And if there’s one thing that you’ve learned over the past week, it’s that friendships are difficult— you always seem to mess them up somehow. You always seem to push that little bit too far, maybe it’s what pushed Winter away.

It’s time to make sure you don’t mess this one up. 

“Fine, i’ll do it.” you sigh, and Karina lights up like a Christmas tree. 

Her arms envelop you in a warm hug, and you try to keep her face from yours as her breasts push into your chest. “Thank you! Thank you so much! You’re my favorite dork y'know?” Karina smiles as you fail to push her away, content with nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

“You’re… too… close… AGH! Okay, where to?” 

Your best friend’s lips curl into a sly smirk— one that you know all too well. “To the changing room, of course. C’mon, let’s go!” 

“Wait, I’m not allowed in there!” you hastily reply.

“Did that stop you last week?” Karina steps up, a smug, knowing grin on her face. 

Wait. You stare back at her, eyes wide in surprise.

“Exactly, now let’s go!” 

“Wait, K-Karina?” You race after her, the girl happy to laugh at your red face as she leads you through the maze-like lingerie store. Fuck. She knows? How did she notice? It was dark. You were behind a vent. It should’ve been fine. It should’ve been- 

Karina slows down as you meet a crowd, “Be a good butler and help me out with this, then I’ll tell you how I know, kay?” she says, a sing-song tease flying back at you. 

Before more questions can register in your head, her excited hand wraps around your wrist, and you find yourself speeding through the store. The towering aisles open up into a brightly lit hallway. A few workers lounge around here and there, but the main attractions are the changing rooms. Boyfriends wait patiently outside curtained cubicles as their partners try on the clothes they are going to be fucked in. Once in a while, a curtain will open, and you see a waiting man’s desperate eyes light up at a glimpse of the delectable treasures inside. 

“Dude, these guys are fucking dogs…” You mutter, the pile of clothes growing heavier at the realization that you’re going to look just like them. You can deal with the fact that Karina knows later. If anyone sees you here, lapping up flashes from the biggest slut in the school, it’s going to be the worst embarrassment of your life. 

Karina turns back to you, holding up your ticket number. “And you’re gonna be one of them for 30 minutes, but you know what the difference is?” 

“What?” You mumble. A shiver runs down your spine, and Karina’s eyes flash down to your crotch. You know that look, the look of a shark smelling blood in the water. Gone is the moment of lingerie aisle introspection. She’s back to her normal self— your teasing, sexy, hungry, best friend. 

A predator.

Staring at her prey. 

She leans in, and her soft lips brush against your ear “The difference is… you get to see the show up close.” 

*CLING*

“Mmph!” 

Karina quickly pulls you into the nearest changing room, and your eyes widen at her finger on your lips. To your right, a shining mirror extends from the floor to the top of the ceiling. It’s huge, like a living altar to worship the naked bodies that it has beheld. You see yourself in the reflection— a cornered man captured by Karina’s eyes, pushed against the hard wall. She leans into you, and her bountiful breasts push against your chest. You can never get over just how busty Karina is. She’s built like a supermodel, and the feeling of her soft cleavage opening up around you is almost suffocating.  The curve of her lower back is delicious, her white, girly blouse translucent in the bright light. Your cock starts to harden. She’s way too close. Her wide, womanly hips. Her milky, denim covered thighs. Her open, luscious lips. 

Fuck.

Look around. 

Panic. 

Try to- 

*TAP* *TAP* *TAP*

“SHH… quiet!” Karina whispers. Her bare knee pushes against your damp crotch. You stifle a groan, and the thin door creaks, the silhouettes of suspicious footsteps stopping mere inches away. Your eyes widen as you stare at the shadows. Move even a little bit, and they’ll know. They’ll think that you’re a pervert, a sick bastard, sitting down with his eyes open, ready to enjoy the show— the glory of Karina’s naked body. 

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* 

“Hello? Is everything alright ma’am?” 

Your eyes turn saucer-like. The sign. No men in the changing room. Fuck. You’re not supposed to be here, not supposed to be pushed up against the wall by your busty best friend. The warmth of her tits seeps into your clothed chest, the soft, teasing grind of her knee against your crotch forcing your cockhead to your waistband. 

Karina smirks, her beautiful face lying inches away from your own. Your lips open, and a hot breath fills up the cold room. You’re here to help her, not fuck her. But it’s just so tempting, so real, so illegal. Maybe- 

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* 

“Ma’am?” 

Karina pulls away from you. It’s just a few inches, but you feel the lack of her tantalizing, alien, warmth. “Yes! Everything’s alright. Thank you!” She replies, and you let out a labored breath as you sink to the floor. 

“Don’t do that again” you peep, but it comes out feeling more like a weak warning to yourself than to her. 

She stifles a laugh as she looks down at you. “You should’ve seen your face, fucking hilarious! I take it back, you’re still as much fun as before, nerd.” 

You scowl as you survey the room. While it’s definitely stylish. The space is tight. As tight as the behind of a rooftop exhaust vent. Enough to feel the danger of doing something illegal, not enough to fully enjoy the company. To be fair though, after how hot a few seconds of Karina in your face just was, you’re not sure you can handle the company. 

Unperturbed by the close call, Karina grabs a pair of panties, using your outstretched arms as a human laundry basket. It’s a black pair. Cute, intricate flowers woven into see through fabric. It looks like a tight fit, with a dark band of elastic running through the seams that separate thigh from thigh. She holds them up to the light, and gives them a good, long sniff. It’s erotic, in a self-indulgent, raw, and slutty way. You’re entranced. 

Trying not to get distracted by the wonderful gap in between Karina’s toned thighs, you tenderly cough “How are you going to change into those? Virgin. Remember? Can’t you have some decency for once?” 

Karina bares a mischievous smirk, “Not the first time i’ve had a virgin between my legs” 

“N-not the point!” 

Silence. Karina chuckles, and she slowly licks her lips.  She’s thinking about it. About showing you the promised land. About sliding her panties off to shove her wet, needy pussy in your face. The air turns uncomfortably warm. Even after years of her antics, you can never get used to just how daring Karina is. She’s unpredictable, in the most teasing, annoying, and frustrating way. 

But today is different. Her body pushed against yours. Warmer. Her fingers traced your cheek. Softer. Now, her eyes bare into your own, with a drop of genuineness in a sea of seduction. She reminds you of Winter, of another pair of creamy thighs, another bundle of unspoken lust that once hovered right above your leaking rod. 

“Close your eyes.” 

A sultry whisper brushes against your ears, and weirdly enough, you follow. That’s just how Winter is. Even as a memory, she disarms you— makes you vulnerable to the charms of one you’ve resisted for so long. 

“I know that you’re thinking about her.” 

*ZIP* 

A shuffle, followed by the distinct thud of fabric on the floor. You feel the jeans cover your feet, and your mind starts to race. Whether you like it or not, Karina draws you into her illusion. Imagine it. Imagine Winter, right there, peeling her jeans off to reveal white, creamy skin. She would lean a bit to the side,  knees bent in an adorable crouch as she shyly strips in front of you. 

“Mmm, hold these for me? You can sniff them like the perv you are, right? Oppa?” Karina teases, and you twitch at the mention of Winter’s favorite pet name. Wet fabric lands on your face, and you start aggressively sniffing. It smells like arousal, like forbidden, secret, sex. 

“Wet, isn’t it? I bet that’s how wet she was, waiting for you to fuck her on that rooftop. I could hear you two you know? I never thought you’d have the balls to do it, to watch me fuck” 

You hear more shuffles, and it does nothing to stop the rush of blood into your head. The idea of Winter, nude, covering her petite body in sexy lingerie for her oppa. And the fact that Karina knows? That your best friend is acting out this fantasy, this forbidden reality, in a sex store changing room? It’s too erotic, too fucking hot for you to handle. 

You need to do it. Need to see. Maybe it’ll work like magic— and Winter will show up, ready to sink down onto your cock like a good little girl. Oh, those small hips, those perky tits, those beautiful, succulent lips, filling the changing room with the scent of strawberries and sin. You miss her. You need her.

You open your eyes. 

“Heh, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.” 

A swath of disappointment rushes over you, quickly replaced by the mind-numbing hotness of Karina’s body. She stands in front of you, cutely posing with delicate hands on wide hips, showing off the set of underwear. It’s like rewriting a save file in a video game. The image of Winter in your mind— of cute, innocent Winter, is replaced by the sulty, sexy figure of the woman standing just inches away. 

Karina smirks, she knows she has your attention, “So loverboy, you think Dave will like it?” 

You stare at her. If Winter is the epitome of cuteness, of delicate girly charm, Karina embodies the ideal, fuckable woman. Defined cheekbones, tanned skin, a toned midriff, juicy tits, and thick, womanly thighs. She has it all. The dark elastic wraps around her breasts perfectly, showing off the delicious curvature of every orb, leaving perky nipples covered by the thinnest part of the fabric. Meanwhile, the seams of her underwear trace her inner thighs perfectly, and your eyes follow the layer of patterned fabric until it centers on moist, barely hidden pussy lips. If you weren’t so shell-shocked from the memory of Winter, it would be hard to stop yourself from pushing Karina against the wall, and taking her right there. 

“Y-yeah sure… he’ll like it. You look good.” You reply, shaking your head as you look to the side in embarrassment. Karina has you beat this time, and you hate losing to her. 

“R-really? Really?” She crouches down, giving you a full view of her upper boob while she happily shakes your shoulders. 

You try to push her off. It’s crazy how fast she can change from an experienced seductress to a goofy sex-fiend. “Yes. Really! Now get off me, c’mon!” You whisper between your teeth. You’ve done your job, you’ve found her underwear for stupid Dave. And with how noisy she’s getting, this changing room is the last place you want to be right now.

“YAY! Thanks nerd, you’re the best.” Karina envelops you in a huge hug, and you can’t help but crack a smile amidst your confusion. This little shopping trip brought up more memories than you thought. Even so, it’s good to be able to help a friend out. 

Karina starts putting the rest of her clothes on, and you take note of the pieces to be bought for her romantic escapade. You hear footsteps outside, and the voices of energetic women teasing their pent-up partners eventually recedes into the distance. As you keep a hand on the door handle, Karina taps your shoulder. 

“Sorry… for a while ago. It’s totally chill! That you were watching, I mean. Dave didn’t notice that you two were there anyways Plus, i’m happy you finally got some fucking game, dork..” She elbows you in the side, and you put a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles.

You hiss, “It’s not like that! I swear it’s a misunderstanding, plus, it was a mistake anyways” 

You walk out into the hallway, and Karina cocks her head to the side, “Mistake? You looked pretty into it.” 

You sigh, “Yeah, but what if she wasn’t? I-” 

*CREAK* 

.

.

.

“W-winter?”

A girl stands in the middle of the hallway, eyes wide open as she opens a changing room door,  a bundle of white lingerie sandwiched between her shaking arms. Freeze. How? Why? Here?  

Karina stops behind you, and Winter’s eyes dart towards the other girl, then to the pile of panties you carry. Her cheeks redden at the realization of why you’re here. It doesn’t look good, a guy with wet underwear, stepping out of a changing room with an obviously ruffled up girl. You open your mouth to explain.

She turns around, and runs. 

“Wait! Stop!” you reach out after her, but she’s gone. 

Fuck. 

—————————————————————————————————————————

Sunsets feel different alone. 

It’s 5pm on the school rooftop, and as always, you’re reading a book. The pages sift between your fingers as you stare off into the afternoon sky. The words look alien, sentences an incomprehensible mess in your mind. The sound of laughing students and competing sports teams echoes below, and a long sigh lingers in the air as you lean back on your palms. 

“Everything okay?” 

The slow crunch of gravel underfoot stops as Giselle sits beside you. She starts swinging her legs over the edge, craning her neck to stare down at the exodus of students below. You’ve always felt comfortable around her, the kind of comfort that comes during silent mornings sipping on orange juice, or smiles shared watching your friends banter and laugh. 

She taps your shoulder, “I know you’re not the type to talk about the things that bother you, but wanna tell me about it?” 

A cough rises in your throat. It’s that look again— the curious eyes, the soft voice, the gentle touch. Damn, to think that you laughed at Karina for pining after Dave. In the end, you’re just the same, another mind filled with the idea of someone else. 

“I think… I messed up.” you whisper, the exhale feeling heavy as you stare up into the orange sky. 

Giselle slowly scoots closer. You don’t move. She knows how to get you to talk, and in moments you’re shoulder to shoulder, the sunlight warm on your hanging legs. 

 “Okay… is it about Winter?” 

“Geez, everyone fucking knows huh” you cock your head sarcastically. 

She laughs, “I mean, you’re pretty easy to read. You like to think you’re so much smarter than the rest of us, but you feel just as hard.” 

“Really?” you scoff, maybe this is a feeling, but to call it hard would be a huge overstatement. 

Giselle turns, crossing her legs on the ledge. In this angle, her red hair glows in the setting sun, and her eyes dig into yours with a fierceness that makes you straighten up. “Listen. I’m not Karina, so i’m not going to fight you. But if you’re worried about Winter, you should talk to her about it. She’s just like you, another Korean who’s sweet, stubborn, maybe a bit dumb-” 

“Did you have to say that?” you huff. 

“No. But it’s true!  And she enjoys her time with you. Girls like her need some straight talking, and you’re someone who talks pretty straightforwardly. Honestly, with how she’s been following you, I’d think that you would’ve figured it out by now.” She sighs, her arms crossed as she lectures you. 

Your breath hitches. “She… follows me?” What is Giselle talking about? Sure, Winter’s dorm is right beside yours, but you always leave early, there’s no way… 

“Yeah? Haven’t you noticed? She’s always around the corner, blushing like a schoolgirl while you hang out with Karina. Poor Winter, Pierce found her a few tables behind you in the library yesterday, and it’s pretty obvious that she was done with her book.” Giselle slaps your arm. Shit. If she’s right, then maybe that’s why she was at the lingerie store. You don’t want to assume anything— a girl, liking you? You’re the biggest nerd there is. Maybe it’s someone else- 

Giselle grabs your face between her palms, “And no, it’s not someone else, idiot.” 

“Oww- how’d you know I was thinking that?” You grimace. 

“Because that’s your thing. You get in your own way with your head up your ass, or in a book, same thing.” She laughs, and her much smaller arm wraps around your shoulder. Dusk settles in, and white footlights start blinking around the rooftop. Somehow, as your confident friend hugs you close, the doubts melt away. It’s dumb, how a purple sky feels more real than an orange one, how even someone as smart as you needs people to, as Giselle says, take you out of your own ass. A smile creeps up your lips, Winter would love how quiet it is up here, you should- 

“AHHHH! 도와주세요! H-HELP!” 

Your eyes meet Giselle’s, widening in recognition. You know that voice, you know that scream.

“Go. NOW!” She shouts. 

Feet pound on concrete as Giselle follows you down the stairs. The sound came from the ground floor, near the entrance of the dorm. You jump down each flight of stairs, ignoring the sting of hard landings that vibrates up your knees. Giselle’s footsteps get softer behind. “Go ahead! I’ll catch up!” She says from above. 

As you race down the last few flights, panic fills your head. Who is it? Bullies? Thugs? Fuck. You don’t know how to fight. What if they’re armed? What if she’s hurt? Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

*SLAM*

You throw the emergency exit door open, hands on your knees as you huff with exertion. Winter is up against the wall, her backpack clutched to her chest as a muscled hand cups her face. Her legs are shaking, and her eyes fill with relief as she notices you there. “Winter! Are you okay? Are you— wait… Dave?” 

The man pinning Winter to the wall is… Dave? Karina’s Dave? Your sweaty palms tighten their grip on your knees, focus on the realization later, Winter is more important. You look over at her, she’s terrified, lips quivering as she stares up at her assailant, but thankfully, uninjured. In the midst of your panic, you still can’t help but admire how beautiful she looks. She changed her wardrobe, wearing a ribboned blue crop top that accentuates her smooth, soft stomach. Her skirt flits around creamy thighs, and for a moment, you remember when those thighs lay bare for you. Why the change? And why does her outfit look so… familiar? 

Dave smirks at you. “Hey nerd, this is your chick? Gotta say, she’s pretty cute, trying to copy that slut Karina” He licks his lips, “Look at those tits, and that ass, I might just rip another girl’s skirt open, see what’s inside, you don’t mind do you?” 

Winter’s eyes widen as Dave leans in, the girl frantically shaking her head, her body pinned down by the larger jock’s weight.  If not for the backpack in between them, he would be grinding against her, assaulting her inexperienced, pure body, assaulting your friend. 

“Hey! STOP!” You hear a scream from behind. Giselle pushes past, and tries to pry Dave off the poor girl. He swats her away, and the blood starts rushing to your head at the sight of your friend crumpled on the sidewalk, at the sight of Winter, the girl you’re supposed to care for, helpless against brute force and uncontrollable lust. 

Giselle starts shouting at you to help, but every sound is drowned out by your raging, furious heartbeat. 

*THUMP*

It’s warm, like fire poured down your throat, like dynamite ready to explode. You don’t know how to fight, but your hands curl up into fists anyways. 

*THUMP* *THUMP*

Dave is only inches away from Winter now. The helpless girl starts crying, closing her eyes to accept a fate that she has no choice in. You hate it. You hate seeing her cry. All the books she’s read, all the ideas she’s happily shared with you, all the fantasies of a wonderful school life away from her home country are being ripped away from her right in front of you. You can’t allow it. You won’t. 

*THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP*

“ACK! FUCK!” Dave shouts, enraged as you tackle him off Winter. He’s a lot bigger than you, and initially, he stumbles, but doesn’t fall. To your right, Winter gasps, and you catch a glimpse of her open eyes, still stained with tears. Weirdly, after all the books you’ve read, you understand what it feels like for the hero to feel the adrenaline in their veins, to risk life and limb for someone they love. 

Before Dave can recover, you punch him, hard, swinging your whole body to propel your fist into his jaw. “FUCK!” He roars, bringing his knee up to your chest, knocking the air out of you as he reels from the impact. You huff, opening your mouth as you gasp for air. No, you can’t stop, or he’ll get back up, or he’ll hurt her. Shouting, you push from your legs, and start hammering Dave with more punches, all while pouring your weight into his chest, trying to get him to fall. 

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Punches ring through the empty sidewalk as you pummel the jocks’ rugged face. “Fall!” You say through gritted teeth, the pain of blood on your knuckles doing nothing to stop the fast rhythm of your fist. “F-fuck… GET OFF!” You feel Dave crumpling, but as he goes down, he brings his hands together, raises his arms, and slams his large, muscled hands on the top of your head. 

You see blood.

You feel the fall. 

“Oppa!” 

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Pain. It’s the first thing you notice when you slowly wake up. You’re lying down, and it’s… soft? It smells good too, like the tea your mom used to make back home in Korea. “Aish!” You wince as you open your eyes. Soft bandages are wrapped tight around your forehead, stained with blood, but cleanly dressed with fragrant ointment. You’re in a bedroom, the ceiling covered in faint, comforting yellow light. Damn, it’s nice here. The bed is snug, and fluffy stuffed toys tickle your arms, hugging your sore body with a familiar gentleness . Your eyes settle on an adorably dressed penguin in a Santa costume, and you chuckle, Winter would really like it here.

“Winter!” You sit up, groaning at the sudden motion. Labored breaths fill your lungs as you clutch your bandaged forehead. Maybe moving isn’t such a good idea, you sigh. But still, why are you here? Where are you? Where’s Winter? The memory of the fight flashes with every throb of your forehead. Fists flying, tackling Dave, Winter screaming, it’s all a blur, like a muted music tape, constantly present in the background of this confusing situation. 

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* 

You straighten your back, cautiously asking, “Y-yes? Who’s there!” As cozy as this bed is, it’s not yours, stay cautious. Fuck. You’re in no state to fight. What if Dave brought you here? As some kind of sick, girlish bedroom torture ritual. You shudder at the thought. 

“Oppa? It’s me.” A timid voice replies. 

Oh god. 

“Winter? A-are you okay?” A smile breaks out on your face, and you try to move, shifting your legs to the side in an effort to swing off the bed. 

“Ack!” You inhale sharply, the forehead pain getting sharper. 

“Oppa! No move, please!” Winter opens the door and rushes to sit by the bedside. Before you know it, your head is cradled in her collarbone, and suddenly, the pain doesn’t seem so bad anymore. 

She smells like lavender, and she’s so soft, so comfy. Everything makes more sense now. This is her room. You’re safe. You smile as your body relaxes into Winter’s embrace. Wordlessly, she moves your legs back onto the bed, you remain cradled in her arms as she sits beside you. 

The throbbing dials down, and you stop leaning on Winter. The girl looks up at you, squinting in the soft light, “I was… worried, 괜찮아?, you okay?” 

You smile, “I’m alright, I was just worried about you, did you fix me up?” 

“Mhm! I’m good, right?” She replies, and you laugh as she puffs her chest up with pride. To be fair, you never expected Winter to know how to do first aid, or how to carry unconscious men into her bedroom. That begs the question…

“How did I get here? What happened to Dave? Did he… did he bother you after I passed out?” You say, suddenly serious. Shit. If that pervert, that cheater, got to Winter, you’d never forgive yourself. 

Winter laughs, “No! Pierce and Giselle brought him away, you’re…. 강한?” 

“Strong, Winter, I taught you this already, remember?” You chuckle, and her eyes light up at learning the new word. 

“Strong! You’re strong, oppa! Thank you!” She smiles, and envelopes you in a warm hug. You sigh into her embrace, and for a moment, all the pain in your muscles seems to evaporate. There’s only this moment, amidst soft stuffed toys and lavender perfume. This moment, in the arms of someone you realize you care about more than you know, someone you might just love. It’s kind of funny, how comfy you can feel just by being around another person, and you finally realize what Giselle meant by Pierce being her rock, and why Karina was so excited to please Dave. It’s for this feeling, of a hug on a summer night with a girl so beautiful. 

“Winter…” You softly whisper. 

“Oppa…” Winter stares up at you, with those big, half-lidded eyes. Her soft, pink lips lie open, and slowly, you lean forward. 

Lavender. At this rate, it’s going to become your favorite smell. Winter’s lips taste like lavender, softly opening as your tongue explores her mouth. She’s inexperienced, innocent, yet so willing to let you take her. Her tongue tries to keep up with yours, her smaller lips fitting in your larger ones like the most human puzzle piece. The kiss gets wetter, and your tongues clash as you pull Winter closer to you. 

“Oppa… I… want to show you” Winter pulls away, a line of spit connecting your lips. Soon, she’s kneeling on the bed, hands on her waist as she stares at you. 

“Show me what, Winter?” you try to stay calm, but from this angle, you can’t help but admire her beauty. She’s still wearing the same outfit. The blue ribbon blouse does nothing to hide her perky breasts, and her skirt looks almost transparent as they frame supple hips, and milky thighs.  A blush covers Winter’s cheeks as she reaches for the hem of her blouse, her twintails gorgeously resting on her collarbone. Damn, that hairstyle looks amazing on her, it’s just like Karina last week. 

Your mouth lies agape with realization, “Winter? Are you wearing all that… to copy Karina? Is that what Dave meant?” Winter’s lips quiver as redness spreads through her cheeks. Oh god, you’re right. 

“It’s because… of Oppa!” She exclaims, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. 

Because of you? What does she- oh. 

The puzzle pieces in your head finally lock together. Inwardly, you slap yourself. Giselle’s right, you’re so, so, stupid. The memories scroll through your mind. Winter avoided you for the past week, right after you came in her mouth on the rooftop, mentioning Karina’s twintails. Winter went to the lingerie store, after seeing you leave in the morning to help Karina buy her sexy underwear set. Now, Winter dresses up in Karina’s outfit. The revealing top, ribbon ready for you to untie. The short skirt, perfect for rolling up, perfect to disguise a wet, needy pussy.

“God, Winter. I’m so stupid, I’m sorry.” You whisper in surprise. Your cock hardens with the realization— that the blushing girl in front of you, kneeling on the bed, showing off her body, is all dolled up like a slut just for you, just for your enjoyment. 

“괜찮다, Oppa. Please, look?” Slowly, Winter brings her fingers to the bottom of her blouse, hands framing that cute little belly button. You watch as she drags the top off, revealing inch after inch of her pale, smooth midriff, finished off by a pair of perky, small breasts. It’s hard to notice, but you start leaning forward, mouth open as her tits are revealed to you. They’re in a cotton, white bra, half translucent, covered in exquisite looking floral patterns. Her tits are quite literally, covered in a bouquet, and you see pink, hard nipples poke out between fabric roses. 

“Fuck Winter…” you exhale, and the girl smiles at your reaction, licking her lips as she sees your cock get harder in your pajamas. 

“Shh… not done, Oppa” She murmurs with half lidded eyes. Winter sits down on the bed, letting her legs face you while she slowly wriggles out of her skirt. Her butt settles into the soft comforter, the dark fabric an erotic contrast with her milky skin. Her thighs are beautiful, not too thick, but not too toned either. The soft curves of her waist lead down to your prize, and as Winter folds her legs behind her, you can’t help but admire how the warm light bounces off her body. At her crotch, she wears a matching pair of panties, adorned with roses and lilies, the fabric stretching around wet pussy lips. The underwear is almost transparent with slick, and your cock strains against your pants as Winter slowly opens her legs. It’s just like last week, just like the last time your virile cum filled her innocent mouth. This time, however, you’re sure about how you feel, and amidst the soft glow of bedroom lighting, and the cozy bed stained with the juices of Winter in heat, panting, waiting, you know what you have to do. 

“F-Fuck me, Oppa… please” Winter whispers, and you explode. 

“Mmph!” Pain forgotten, you lean forward, cupping Winter’s breast as you capture her lips in a kiss. Delicate. Innocent. Pure. Winter’s lips melt as you dominate her, moans filling the dorm bedroom when you push her onto the bed. 

“Mm! Oppa!” Winter mewls, her neck craning while you kiss down her collarbone. She’s fidgety, her skin moist with sweat as the new experience overwhelms her. You love how her twintails lie on the bed, framing her beautiful face with silver hair, the ends lying near her covered breasts, acting as a roadmap for your next prize. 

Hurriedly, your hands scramble to unclip Winter’s bra. You’re both new to this, and it shows, but you’re anything but awkward. She cranes her slim back up, and you feel her small, wet tongue lick your ear as you cradle her lower butt. Slick covers your fingertips as one hand lays near her ass, and another unclips her bra. “Oppa… please” Winter moans, and her shyness takes a backseat to lust. She pushes her chest out at you and guides your head with her hands to her perky, sweaty tits. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, Winter.” you growl, licking her nipples, hands groping the slope of her tits as you have your way with them. Winter was needy before, but now she’s desperate, wanting, fecund. The soft skin of her lower back digs into your other hand, and you feel her crotch slowly rub against your clothed erection. She pants into your ear as she grinds up into you, cutely falling back onto the bed as you suck on a pink nipple. 

Not wanting to keep her waiting, you kiss down Winter’s stomach. Her hips are shaking, the toned muscles of her midriff covered in a sheen of salty sweat. You look up, and Winter is restless, moving her head from side to side, looking up at the ceiling while you spread her legs. Soon, your nose is between her clothed pussy lips, the beautiful fabric roses see through with slick. The smell of Winter’s arousal is intoxicating, and you lick up her inner thighs, how much she wants you, how much she needs you. 

“I’ll go slow, alright?” You coo, letting your hand cup the side of Winter’s waist. She nods, and gasps when she feels you rip her lingerie apart. Now free, you slowly kiss Winter’s engorged clit, waiting to see her reaction. “Mmm!” She squeals, and her hand instinctively reaches down to her crotch. You stop it, intertwining her delicate fingers with your own, as you take your first lick. 

You open your jaw, letting your lips surround the tight, shaved pussy of the girl you love. Slowly, your tongue enters her pussy lips, coaxing her labia open with a measured forcefulness. “MMM!” Winter’s eyes blast open, and she screams in rapture, your tongue working its way inside of her virgin hole. Your eyes widen as wetness washes over your lips as Winter’s pussy grasps around your tongue. You swallow, excitedly pushing her legs up as she squirts. “O-oppa!” She mewls, her slick running down the crack of her ass while you tongue her hole. You can see her breasts heaving, nipples hard in the soft light, while her hands try to find their grip on the soft comforter as she orgasms, hard. 

Eventually, you disconnect from Winter’s pussy, letting her ass lie flat on the comforter as you crawl up to the wide-eyed girl, and kiss her. Her hair is a mess, the twintails mopped with sweat on the bed, but to your surprise, she returns your kiss ferociously. She licks up your chin, ravenously wrestling with your tongue, sucking her own spit off your lips. Seeing Winter like this, her innocence discarded, replaced by an erotic, slutty neediness is a welcome surprise, one underlined by the feeling of her soft hands on your crotch. 

“Oppa… let me…” She whispers, her brown eyes digging into you, the scent of her sweat and arousal filling the bedroom as she pushes you down by the chest. Winter lies down on the bed, quickly pulling your pants off, while you throw your shirt to the side. 

“So.. so big, mmm” Winter moans as your cock springs out, closing her eyes as it hits the side of her cheek. 

“Winter, wait- it’s okay” You start, a groan escaping your mouth as Winter slides her wet, soft tongue up the underside of your shaft. Your cock is leaking now, and you watch as she licks up the dribble of pre-cum at your head, using her hands to massage your rumbling balls. God, it’s so erotic, the image of Winter, butt naked, sweat dripping down her lower back, eyes closed as she licks up your cock like it’s a lollipop. 

Winter opens her eyes, laying her pink lips over your cockhead, then entrancing you with the most tempting stare, “Oppa, you can… move..” 

Tenderly, you thrust into Winter’s mouth. “Fuck…” you sigh. It’s so soft, so warm, so wet. The girl hollows out her cheeks, massaging the veiny surface of your rod with her heavenly tongue. You throw your head back at the pleasure, and soon, you feel her hands guide you to her twintails. 

Fuck. 

“Mmph! Mmph! Mm!” The naked girl moans as you piston into her throat. God, her hair makes for the perfect handles, and your member leaks pre-cum onto the surface of her waiting tongue as you throatfuck Winter. Your thrusts are needy, aggressive, dominating, and Winter loves it. She keeps her eyes open, eyes you once found adorable, and now find incredibly seductive. As if wanting to maximize your pleasure, Winter continues to suck with her soft cheeks, swirling her tongue around your rod to overcome her inexperience with the sheer will to be your personal slut. 

“Ugh! Winter!” You groan, tightening your grip on her twintails as you feel your release coming. Her eyes squint in concentration, a shred of her curious and determined personality shining through. She wants to make you cum, to make you pour your creamy seed down her virgin throat. Winter gags, taking your cock all the way to the base of her throat, her nose touching the base of your crotch as she pushes herself onto you. 

“FUCK!” You explode, cumming hard into Winter’s throat. It’s so soft, so warm, so god damn tight. She sucks on the head of your shaft, her beautiful legs folded up behind her as she swallows. Her eye smile is adorable, and her hands fondle your large balls in an attempt to wring out the very first load from the man she loves. Eventually, your orgasm tapers out, and your cock exits Winter’s mouth with a resounding pop. 

“Good… oppa, so good” She mewls, kissing your cockhead and giggling like an excited schoolgirl. 

“You’re, you’re so good, Winter, so fucking sexy” You huff, the aftermath of your orgasm making you laugh as you stroke the girl’s hair. But it isn’t over. Winter slowly brings herself up, and you watch as she straddles you, letting her wet pussy lips grind against your quickly hardening cock. 

She pants, closing her eyes as she enjoys the feeling of your cock spreading her pussy lips. It’s adorable, how her perky breasts look in the soft, yellow light, how the stuffed toys lie haphazardly around your bodies, an innocent frame around the most sinful of acts. You feel the clefts of her round butt rub against your thighs, slick giving it an almost shiny sheen. She still smells of lavender, but mixed with the salty scent of sweat and pre-cum that dries on her skin. Need takes over your mind. 

You need to have her. 

You need to fuck her. 

You need to make her yours. 

“MMPH!” Winter squeals as you lift her by the waist, and plant her on your waiting cock. All the way, in one go. You spear her open, cockhead reaching a spot so deep you see Winter feel it. Her eyes shoot open, and instead of recoiling, she instinctively grinds onto your crotch, and puts her hands on your chest. 

Fuck, you love this girl. 

Quickly, you wrap your arms around her waist, and Winter’s eyes widen as you kiss her passionately. Meanwhile, you plant your feet on either side of her, and start pistoning up into her wet, waiting pussy. 

“Mmm! O-oppa! YES!” Winter screams into your kiss, and you feel her milky tits bounce against your chest while you fuck her. Your fucking is aggressive, rhythmic, and commanding, an acknowledgement of just how long Winter has waited for this. Lingerie, ribbon tops, twintails, they all pale in comparison to the hotness of her sweaty, naked body. Her ass claps onto your thighs, the girl squealing as you take one hand to give her a series of slaps. 

“I- I love you Winter, I don’t want anyone else to have you, you’re so… FUCK! F-fucking beautiful…” You growl into her ear, and you feel her pussy tighten as you express your feelings for her. It’s almost poetic, confessing in the middle of fucking. It’s primal, animalistic, real. For all the times you’ve had to translate for Winter, you know that in this moment, with her pussy planted on your lap in a loving massage, she knows exactly what you mean. 

“O-oppa?” Winter asks, confused. You pull her off your cock, and she closes her eyes in a moan as her pussy lips cling to your cockhead. 

“I want you here, love” You reply, twisting Winter by the waist and bending her over. She smiles. “Like… last time?” 

You grin, “Yes, like last time, on the rooftop. But you’re not Karina, you’re mine, and I want you to feel it.” 

“Oppa… here…” Winter’s cute voice rings in your ears as she looks back at you. Her small fingers are covered with wetness, and you watch as she spreads her cheeks, and wiggles her bouncy ass, offering her pussy for your cock.  

Fuck. 

“AGH! Y-YES! OPPA!” Winter screams as you pound into her. Gone is the rhythm of your thrusts, you need her, now. You thrust into Winter so roughly that you’re afraid you’ll break her, your balls slapping against her engorged clit, the girl moaning every time your crotch collides with her ass cheeks. 

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* 

“사랑해! I- I love you! Mmm!” Winter confesses, using her hands as support as she cranes her back for you. Sweat trails down the beautiful curve of her back, and her confession only spurs you on further. You lean forward, still thrusting, and Winter turns her head to give you an open mouthed kiss. Winter, the conservative girl from Korea, now with her pussy dripping juices on your cock, hungry lips pushed up against your own, her pussy offered up to you to be owned, claimed, inseminated. 

“W-Winter! I’m going to cum!” You groan with exertion. 

Winter disconnects from your kiss, kissing up to your ear as she cranes her back. She whispers, “Inside, Oppa, please…” God, she’s so determined. Determined to give you as much pleasure as possible, to let you mark her pure, innocent body with the first touch of a man’s sperm. You can feel it in the way her breasts rumble under your fingertips, perky nipples hanging low over the bed as your weight pushes her down. You can feel it in the steady stream of slick from her grasping pussy, dripping down your balls to lubricate the fast entrance and exit of her new lover. You can feel it in how she kisses your neck, needy, submissive, ready to be pumped full of your cum. 

You sit up, wrapping your hands around Winter’s silver hair, and pistoning your cock into her with desperate need. 

“AGH! AGH! O-OPPA!! MMM!” Her eyes shoot open as you crane her back, and you watch as her breasts bounce in front of her, her head pulled back by the force of your hands around her twintails. Her pussy starts getting tighter, pushing you to the edge, massaging your engorged member, her body begging you to cum as she squirts. 

“F-FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” You roar, pushing Winter down onto the bed as you collapse on top of her. She moans loudly, panting as her breasts are plastered on the soft comforter. Her legs fold up behind her, while your lower body, out of pure instinct, continues to rut into her as you pump her virgin hole full of hot, virile cum. Sweat sticks her back to your chest, and Winter cranes her head up to kiss your neck, adoring you even while you pour seed into her pussy. 

Soon, you roll off of her. 

“O-oppa…” Winter whispers, lying her head on your chest, her leg draped over your own as she looks up at you. You can see the cum dripping down her milky thighs, and you sigh in contentment. 

“Winter, I love you, rest now, okay?” You stroke her hair. She’s beautiful. Her eyes droop as she smiles, but the warm light covers her body in a fitting afterglow. As you drift off, a small whisper kisses your ears goodnight. 

“I love you too” 

—————————————————————————————————————————

Karina hates Mondays. 

Behind the school gym. Inside a convenience store. By the classroom door during sunrise. Every time a boy has broken up with her, it’s been on a Monday. Extraterrestrial powers, godly retribution, call it whatever you want. 

She likes to call it unlucky.

“Let’s stop. Your friends piss me off.” Dave had said, pushing Karina off of him as she ran up to hug him in the hallway. Whispers shifted throughout the corridor, students giving the two of them a wide berth as girls gossiped, and guys snickered. The school slut. Used. Then thrown away yet again. It’s a weekly occurrence at this point, as constant and comedic as a Saturday morning cartoon. 

“W-what? But, I thought you loved me, babe…” Karina whispered. Looking back at it now, sitting on the steps in front of school, she must’ve looked really dumb. But she really did… does, love Dave. Karina buries her head in her knees. It hurts. ‘Am I really just a sex toy?’ she thinks, the sound of children playing, the feeling of warm summer sun, doing nothing to comfort the shattering feeling in her chest. 

Why? 

Why her? 

Why now? 

Questions fill Karina’s mind as she starts to panic. Her breath hitches, and silent tears start falling down her cheeks. To anyone else walking by, it’ll look like she’s napping on the school entrance steps. That’s how good Karina is at hiding how she feels, hiding the pain that reverberates in her head and reaches down to her toes. 

“Oppa! Come on!” 

“Wait! These books are heavy, you know?” 

Karina watches as you and Winter run past. She hasn’t seen you since your shopping trip, but slowly, the pieces start to fit in her head. 

You’re smiling, holding Winter’s hand, when you two shouldn’t be talking at all after the lingerie store. 

She heard Dave approached Winter, maybe to ask about the school slut he was about to date. 

A day after, Karina’s alone, dejected, left behind. Again. 

Tear stained eyes turn angry, and Karina stands up, the warm afternoon incomparable to the red hot anger in her veins. That girl comes over and ruins everything. Her best friend’s happiness. Her boyfriend’s love. The sheer clarity of it all is infuriating. 

“I’ll make her pay.”

Pose

Tags: Multiple Creampies, Mind-Break, Submissive Seulgi, Bratty Seulgi

Quickie! Just wanted to get a fic out before I finish Winter :DD 

*Snap*

“C’mon babe… please?” 

“Not now! I need to finish this, okay?”

*Snap* 

“We’ve been taking photos all fucking morning, what did your manager say anyways?”

“Here here, i’ll kneel beside the stool. Make sure you get the bag in the frame alright?”

*Snap* 

“I’m not your fucking photographer babe, and you promised we’d, you know…” 

“L-later! Let’s take more photos, I promised manager-unnie i’d get a lot for this promotion. I don’t want her to get mad at me okay?” 

*SLAM* 

“B-babe? Babe?!” 

Stomping towards Seulgi, you throw the camera to the studio couch. She lies on the floor, tanned arms still balanced on the wooden stool, creamy legs spread out beneath her in a vulnerable, provocative pose. You’re so pent up, so fucking horny for her. That dress was already bad enough, black fabric perfectly hugging both fuckable thighs and perky breasts. But once she started posing? Once she started refusing you the very thing you’ve been asking for all morning, while focused on sticking her ass out like a whore for the camera? Forget her manager, you’re the angry one now. 

You grab Seulgi’s arms, pulling her up, and pushing her face into the wall. “I’m done asking. You’re my girlfriend. You know what that means.” you growl, squeezing her arms as you pin them above her head. Your hard-on rubs between her ass cheeks, acting as another point of delicious pressure to push Seulgi into the cold, hard surface. 

“S-stop! Babe! This isn’t… funny!” Seulgi squirms, her toned body trying to squeeze out of your grip. All you feel is softness. Delicious tension laces her skin in her escape attempt. Dainty shoulders. Shaking breasts. Gyrating Hips. Writhing thighs. They all serve to only increase your arousal, to push your leaking rod against Seulgi’s ass, and soak the fabric that separates you from your prize. 

*Zip*

“No panties, huh? Good girl.” Keeping one hand to secure Seulgi’s wrists, you use the other to line your cock up with her pussy lips. As your tip touches her labia, you feel a sticky substance coat your head. She’s dripping, she’s into this. 

“S-stop, b-babe, we need to S-SHOOT! AGH!” Seulgi moans as you push, hilting your member inside of her with one aggressive stroke. Normally, you’d let her savor it, let her feel every ridge of your big, dominating cock. Let her drip all over you before you move. But today, you’re angry, today, you’re going to break her. 

*Slap* *Slap *Slap*

Seulgi’s muffled moans echo throughout the small studio. Her cheek is pushed up against the wall, dress bunched up around her hips as you piston your cock into her. 

Her eyes widen with a particularly deep thrust, “S-slow down, please, too… b-BIG! UGH!” Seulgi keeps her legs together, allowing you to use your rod to push into the wet space between her thighs, to slam her into the wall again, and again, and again. 

“I. Don’t. Care.” You growl, prompting a moan from the girl as you slide a strap of her dress down her left shoulder. Seulgi keeps on squirming, but it’s futile. Your hand tightens around her wrists, and with every twist of her body against yours, you get more and more aggressive. 

The stench of sex quickly fills up the small studio, and the addictive slapping of Seulgi’s ass against your crotch only spurs you on. You swipe brown hair over her shoulder, leaning down to suck on the back of your mate’s neck as you take her. “Mmm. Tense. You’re too tense babe” you mumble, nibbling on her soft skin as she groans in frustration. Seulgi hates being off schedule, hates making a bad impression at work, and your little morning escapade would set her back at least the rest of the day. It shows in the firmness of her skin while you suck, in the incessant, bratty squirming of her body, trying to slip out from under you. 

“AGH! Stop… stop… AGH!” She begs, turning her head and looking at you with pleading eyes. If you hadn’t been with her for so long, you might actually stop, actually pull your cock out from between Seulgi’s sultry legs, and apologize to the top idol. But she’s your girlfriend. Your woman. Your slut. 

It’s time to remind her. 

*THUD* 

Sucking up your breath, you slam Seulgi against the wall, letting her wrists free as you buck into her with a frenzied, animalistic pace. “B-babe, stop! You’re gonna… break… me, FUCK!” Your girlfriend looks back, the beautiful arch of her lower back, still covered by soaked fabric, making the perfect grip for one of your hands. As your fingers dig into her exposed skin, massaging the tightness out of her hips, she moves a hand up to cover her mouth, moans leaking out of her upper lips, and slick squeezing out of her lower ones. 

*THUD*

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re just a slut, my slut, my woman, understand?” You snarl, feeling Seulgi shiver beneath as you push her cheek against the wall. She’s starting to loosen up, the pressure of her hips trying to push you away slowly fading. Her upper body however, still needs convincing. Her creamy shoulders push against your mouth as you kiss along her nape, sweat from her futile resistance almost comical at this point. She’s like a broodmare, begging to be tamed, trying to throw off her mate one last time before she is mounted, before she is owned. 

You smile, nose sucking up the scent of your mate. Time to mark her. 

*THUD* *THUD**THUD*

“B-babe, not here, i’ll break, i’ll…” Seulgi begs. She can feel it. The dull throb of your cock inside her walls, the tightening of your grip on her hips. While she begs, she her hips push back against you a little bit more, her legs spread a few more inches. You smile. Deep down, she wants it. Deep down, she’s ready. 

Your thrusts get more rampant, Seulgi’s hand quickly dropping from her mouth as she screams. You hunch over her, husky breaths filling the soft skin of her earlobe, “Shut up. I’m going to cum in you, slut. You’ve left daddy waiting for far too long.” For a moment, Seulgi looks back, wide eyes begging for you to stop, to keep her in her dignified, upright, hardworking form. Your girlfriend, bent over, begging you to stop? 

It’s enough to make a man explode. 

“FUCK! TAKE IT!” 

“No… NO!! F-fuck! D-daddy!” 

Seulgi’s eyes shoot open as you push her against the wall, soft breasts between your rough fingers as you thrust up into her, pinning the woman into the hard surface as she is filled. Hot, virile seed fills her pussy, and you feel her cum, hard. Her walls grasp around you, the wet appendage sucking up her partner’s cum, accepting it lovingly like a proper girlfriend would. 

“It.. it’s so much… UGH!” Seulgi throws her head back, her mouth, previously set into an “o”, slowly melting into a satisfied smile. 

You grin, turning her head to kiss her, your hips still spearing into the prone woman. “Attagirl… see? That wasn’t so bad, right?” 

“Mmm… mhm… d-daddy?” She looks back at you, a glazed expression painting her face. Gone is the camera-hungry Seulgi, always worried about the quality of her work. Gone is the veteran idol, always ready to lug you around to her next schedule. Gone is the reluctant girlfriend, always forgetting who’s occkslut she is, who she’s supposed to spread her legs for. 

Here is your slut. Your woman. Your mate, staring into your eyes, lips opening in torrid request.

“M-more… please”

“Mmph!” 

Seulgi crashes unto the floor, her sweaty back leaving marks on the gray cement. You kiss her. Hard. “Fuck yes baby, mine, you’re MINE!” You mumble into the kiss, feeling her red lips curve up into a smile as she sticks her mouth into your own. This is what you’ve been waiting for, for Seulgi to break, for your hot, slushing cum inside her pussy to remind the girl who she belongs to, who she’s meant to serve. 

“Daddy… Mmm” Seulgi mewls, feeling your quick hands rip her dress off. The black fabric crumbles quickly under your fingers, silky satin replaced with toned, tanned skin as your woman is left naked before you. Sitting up with a hand on your cock, you smile at the sight. Perky, medium sized breasts. Tight hips. A pink pussy. And long, creamy thighs. Seulgi’s hair fans around her, and the idol’s eyes meet yours as she bites her lip in anticipation. 

She’s beautiful.

She’s yours.

“Fuck me… F-fuck me… Daddy… DADDY! UGH!” Seulgi’s scream fills the room as you bottom out inside of her, the girl’s long legs wrapping around your hips as she is entered. Your thrusts are long, slow, and ravenous. In the morning light, Seulgi’s squirming almost looks like a lioness stretching, sweat shining on her midriff as she is taken by her mate. 

“AH- AH- AGH! Y-yes! I’m yours! I’m sorry… daddy! Please…” Her head whips around as she apologizes, hips raising up to meet your thrusts in remorseful lust. You break into a grin, and Seulgi’s walls convulse around your cock as you spear into her core, owning her, claiming her, mating her. There’s something utterly gratifying about seeing your girlfriend like this, seeing her drop the hardened exterior of a busy, focused idol, and surrender herself fully to the pleasure of sex. 

You hunch down, quickly sealing your lips on a pert nipple. “That’s right, lift your ass up babe, just like that, mmm, good girl.” You egg Seulgi on, your slut craning her neck against the cold concrete as her ass pushes against your crotch. It’s an offering. The taste of sweat as you suck on her nipples. The feeling of her walls, now slick in arousal, dripping around your rod. The smell of dirty, filthy squirt permeating your nose. An offering you’re glad to reward. 

“F-FUCK! YES!” A roar exits your mouth as your balls slap against Seulgi’s buttcheeks. Plastering her lithe body to the ground, you can feel her writhe against you as you cum. The girl’s head is behind yours now, and you watch as her eyes roll up into her head, tongue lolling out to lick at your ear as you seed her. Your lioness. Mated. Grateful. Happy. 

As the last spurts of your cum are deposited into her walls, you whisper into her ear, “Good girl… good girl Seulgi” She’s so warm, so sweaty, so filthy. Strands of hair stick to her forehead as she pants, and you can feel toned abs shift beneath you, the girl trying to keep your softening member inside of her. 

“Daddy… no, don’t leave…” Seulgi tries to kiss up your chest. You slowly draw your cock out of the mewling girl, the head sensitive as pussy lips, leaking your cum, still try to hold onto it. You look at the mess you’ve left. A puddle of squirt on the floor. A sweat stained Seulgi, legs open as you kneel in front of her. A fitting scene for a morning photoshoot. 

Oh yeah. The photoshoot! You still need to process the photos, fix the edits, give that damn manager a reason to keep you at Seulgi’s side. Your cock hangs limp in front of Seulgi’s face as you stand up, mood already soured thinking about obligations that don’t have to do with fucking your now submissive girlfriend. 

“Seul, where did your manager ask us to go for the next photoshoot again? I forgot the place, but it shouldn’t be too-” 

*Slurp* *Suck*

Seulgi lies on her knees, legs spread as she runs a soft, wet tongue over your cum stained shaft. A hand lies between her thighs, furiously massaging her slit as she smiles, kissing all over your length. She’s still ready for more? After how much you’ve came in her? 

“Daddy… screw the schedule, I don’t want to pose for anyone else.” Seulgi gives your cock a kiss, and you shiver at the loss of her soft, warm lips. Still shocked, you can only watch as she lies down, spreading the mix of cum and squirt on the floor, moistened tits pushed flat against the concrete. You lick your lips. Seulgi’s delicious body. Taste it. Feel it. Fuck it. 

She looks back at you with a sultry, submissive gaze. “Ruin me, your girl wants her man’s cock, daddy.”

Moans fill the room as you kneel behind Seulgi, spreading open her legs to mount her in an aggressive pronebone. “Say it. Whose cock do you love, WHO?” You huskily growl into your girlfriend’s ear, her cum filled walls flexing around you as she is plastered onto the floor. You’ve been waiting for this, waiting for her to make the first move, to initiate your little mating ritual. Even after all the earlier debauchery, your cock throbs harder inside Seulgi’s pussy, your earlier releases scraped out of her walls with every dominating thrust. 

“Y-yours daddy! AGH! Yours! Only… UGH! YOURS!” Seulgi screams as you pull her up, wrapping a hand around soft brown hair to leash your little pet. Compared to earlier, where all you felt was the squirming of her wet body under your own, she’s all the more receptive, all the more compliant for her fucking. Your lips seal around her neck, and you can feel earlier marks you’ve left on your girlfriend in every sweaty ridge you lick. 

You let Seulgi lay on her forearms, rough hands gripping red hips as you give her a final warning, a final prelude to your biggest release yet.  “That’s fucking right, now spread those legs, bitch” 

“Y-yes, daddy, I wi-” 

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*

Your balls slap against Seulgi’s bubby ass as your cock reams her open. She’s not a lioness anymore, not even a girlfriend, just your obedient, screaming, fucktoy. Sweat drips down the beautiful arch of her toned back as you fuck her, and she leans up to try and kiss your neck while you hunch over your mate. 

“Yes… Yes! YES! I’m-FUCK! Yours!” Seulgi kisses your ear, the extra stimulation only serving to urge you on towards your inevitable explosion. Who would’ve thought. Red Velvet’s Seulgi. The most proud, courteous, dignified member of the group. Naked in a puddle of cum and slick, thighs planted on the floor as she begs for you to mate her one last, glorious time. 

“I’m gonna cum, Seulgi” You warn. Self control has gotten hazy over the last few seconds, sweat stinging your eyes as you exert yourself to the maximum. Seulgi’s body is addicting. Every thrust sending you closer and closer, every twitch of her tight, obedient pussy a silent begging for her man’s seed.

Seulgi looks back, hair swinging out of your grasp, and half lidded eyes meet yours in a pleading whisper, “Cum in me… I need it… I need daddy’s seed…”

“FUCK! YES!” 

A torrent of cum explodes out of your rod, veins throbbing in ecstasy, balls shaking in joy as you deliver your last payload. Seulgi’s eyes shoot open, and she cranes her neck in a throaty moan of submission. You can feel her thighs ripple, silky legs kicking, her body with nowhere to release the energy of her intense orgasm. In this position, your girlfriend is nothing but a mount for you to cum into, a fuckable, sexy pet, stuck to the floor, forced to obediently receive your seed. 

Eventually, you pull out. “Yes, cum… cum…” Seulgi chants, her wet cheek against the floor, legs still spread, calves still folded upwards while your white seed drips out of pink pussy lips. She’s a work of art, ruined, frozen in the position of her ultimate domination. You like her more this way, love her, more this way, and you grin in satisfaction.

“You know what babe? That might be my favorite pose yet.” 

Obedience (ft. ITZY Yuna)

Tags: Creampie, Blowjob, Public Sex, Brat Yuna, Submissive Yuna 

Comeback Shorts #1

“Fuck, Yuna, we won’t have enough time.” You groan, sweaty hands flat on the cold bathroom door. 

“Mmm, don’t rush me…” Yuna’s muffled voice rings from below. She dots your cock with kisses, her soft, pink lips tracing up the leaking head. Under any other circumstance, you’d love to enjoy her, to grab her by those smooth blonde locks and feel her throat take the entirety of your member. Imagine stroking her hair, watching your little pet take you to the hilt, spit leaking out of those inexperienced little lips. You smile down at her. “I’m not rushing you, but you better not play with me, not now.” 

Yuna smirks, her tongue darting out to lick your throbbing balls. What’s the harm? She seems to say. Her eyes look up at you, playful irises framed in round glasses, holding a calm gaze despite the loud slurps of lips around your balls. It feels heavenly; a wet massage full of furtive contact of skin upon skin. You throw your head against the door, and the pleasure drones out the vibrations that rumble throughout your whole body. For the first time in this short endeavor, you make a point to stop glancing around the cramped bathroom, and look down at Yuna. 

Bad idea. She’s too proper. Her blonde hair drapes around her bare shoulders, framing a face engrossed in serving you her way— slow, sensual, playful. Yuna’s whole body is soft, a present so tantalizingly close, yet irreversibly far. Bouncy breasts hide under a flowery crop top, robbing your hungry eyes of a glance at pink areolas and delicious curves. Creamy thighs lie kneeled before you, draped in form fitting khakis that leave little to the imagination. Yuna wants to tempt you, to challenge you to take her, to take your little brat in the cramped bathroom, and teach her how to really serve her daddy. 

Blood starts pumping into your head, and your cock hardens at the idea of pussy lips around their rightful owner, of hips red with the grip of rough hands, of Yuna, all yours, kneeled down for the taking. 

*ATTENTION. MYEONG-DONG STATION. THE NEXT STATION IS MYEONG-DONG STATION*

“Fuck!” You curse, quieting down to a whisper as you feel footsteps pounding in the hallway outside. Salarymen and their bosses. University students and their friends. Old couples and their families. There’s no doubt about the normalcy that lies behind the train bathroom door. Shit. You can’t get caught here, it’s illegal to fuck in public bathrooms, you’ll be fined, imprisoned, fucking humiliat-

“Babe…” You stop, a whisper cutting through the heart-pounding panic of the moment. A petite hand wraps around the base of your cock, slowly pumping it, slathering wet spit from the base to the head. Your eyes widen at the sparks of pleasure that travel up your loins. “Yuna, shhh, we can finish this later-” You loudly whisper, wrapping your hand around your girlfriend’s blonde locks. pulling at her. 

It’s a halfhearted pull, and you know it. “Mmm… Babe…” That voice, that singsong, playful, sultry voice, a pure temptation for you to break loose, to give up on dignity, on decency, and take what’s yours. Wet lips slather your cockhead with saliva, and slowly you look down. 

Yuna purses her lips on your cockhead, and carefully brings the straps of her crop top down. You watch as she kisses your rod, worships it, never breaking eye contact, all while undressing to the rhythm of the train running under your feet. The sounds of chatter in the hallway outside start to fade away, replaced with the throb of blood in your cock as your girlfriend offers herself up to you. 

God, she’s beautiful.

Perky tits shine with spit as Yuna flicks her nipples, opening her mouth, hot breath tickling your member as you watch her breasts bounce for you. Her hips sway as she stands up. “Babe… Daddy” She whispers, a smirk painting her precum stained cheeks. In a steady, unsure step, her tits are against your chest, and she wraps her thin arms around you. It’s warm, her soft, bouncy skin, her milky, pliable breasts. The heat radiates softly, the warmth underlining how hot Yuna is for you, how ready she is to be fucked, to be owned. “Yuna, you’re so fucking beautiful” You growl, your hands settling on her hips, ready to drag the annoying fabric off of your special little fucktoy. 

*ATTENTION. MYEONG-DONG STATION. WE ARE ARRIVING IN 5 MINUTES*

The announcement sounds hollow, empty, weak. You smile, and Yuna looks up at you, the playful twinkle in her eyes clouding over with lust. Her lips, once wrapped around your cock, open with need, and she sultrily whispers, “Fuck me, daddy.” 

“Mmph!” Yuna’s eyes widen as you aggressively kiss her. Her smaller lips crumble under your own, hard nipples pushing up against you as the girl melts into your embrace. With a growl, you pull her khakis off, the shifting train helping you separate her thighs, wet with arousal, from the form-fitting fabric. Yuna’s tongue wrestles against your own, her moans punctuated by excited squeals as you fondle your girlfriend’s ass. Your fingers explore, enjoying the pliable curve of Yuna’s soaked buttcheeks, using them as convenient handles to push her body even closer to you. She needs to know— know how much you want her, know how much you want your prize. 

“Babee… faster, please!” Yuna pulls away to quickly bury her head into your shoulder. She’s given up on being playful, resolving to submit entirely to your desires. Her perky tits rub against you, moans spilling into your ear with every bump on the subway track. Soon, you feel a milky thigh wrap around your hip, accompanied by a warm, sticky wetness. 

You smile, your turn to tease. “Yuna, I thought you didn’t like it when I rush you? Hmm?” 

You keep your hands fondling her ass, making sure that while Yuna rubs her wet, needy pussy lips along your cock, she’s just that inch away from penetration, just that inch away from being filled with her daddy’s cum. “Daddy… please! I’ll do anything!” She groans, raising her voice, pouting as she stares at you through those adorable little glasses. Gone is the playfulness. Gone is the pretense. All that’s left of your girlfriend is a needy, little, slut. 

“Mmm.. do you really want daddy’s cock baby? The train’s going to stop soon, we can stop here.” You whisper, letting the back of your hand delicately stroke your horny partner’s cheek. It’s almost as if you really want to stop, and you see the fear fill Yuna’s eyes; not of the crowds of clothed, normal passengers just feet away, but of losing your cock. of losing the loving ownership of her daddy. 

“No, daddy! I’m your little… I’m your slut! Please! Fuck me! I need you!” Yuna’s tongue lolls as she begs into your ear, her blonde hair bounces on naked shoulders, accentuating the fast grinding of her dripping pussy lips on your hardened rod. 

You smile. 

“Good girl” 

“F-FUCK!” Yuna muffles her scream against your neck as you sheathe yourself inside her. Her pussy is tight, so impossibly tight, as if she’s built for nothing but the pleasure of whoever gets to enjoy her. You feel her shiver against you, pleasure erupting from your crotch at first contact with the submissive girl. For a normal guy, this would be enough; the achievement of having a dignified girl like Yuna begging for your cock, stripping down naked to surrender her innocent body to rough hands and rougher fucking. But a normal guy wouldn’t dare fuck in the middle of a train ride, wouldn’t dare to own his girlfriend in front of all these people, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do. 

*ATTENTION. MYEONG-DONG STATION. WE ARE ARRIVING IN 2 MINUTES*

“B-babe! You’re gonna… UGH! Break me!” With one hand on her raised thigh, you start aggressively pistoning into Yuna. Every movement is wild, animalistic, dominating, and you fuck Yuna with the intent to carve the shape of your cock into her waiting, submissive pussy. She moans loudly into your ear, and you hold her close, your hands groping her bubbly, wet butt, pulling her close to you with every thrust of your hips. 

“Lean back baby, show daddy those tits.” You command, and Yuna nods, a smile painting your face at her obedience. While her blonde hair bounces, and whimpers leak out of her lips, she leans back, letting your eyes rest on your prize. It riles you up, the image of perfect Yuna, staring at you with those little glasses on, waiting for your approval of her milky breasts, the wet orbs bouncing with every fuck of your cock into her pussy. She’s so obedient, so docile, so beautiful. 

“D-daddy? Do you like them? Are they- UGH! AGH!” Yuna throws her head back as you lean forward, spearing into her with reckless abandon. You slobber over her breasts. Her pink little nipples are so fucking adorable, and your larger lips suck on them, claiming Yuna’s tits as yours— and yours alone to enjoy. Your earlier fucking was rhythmic, aggressive, every movement letting you fully enjoy the tightness of Yuna’s pussy, letting you spear into her, letting you make her surrender. Now that she’s given up, you fuck her with random, sporadic movements— the both of you chasing the ending to your journey, the final stop. Your hands wrap around her waist, slapping her ass, feeling the vibrations of your roughness through her taut, wet skin. Meanwhile, her hips instinctively buck up against you, synchronizing with your thrusts, her pussy massaging it’s veiny intruder. 

“Mmm, you’re so fucking tight, Yuna. Daddy’s going to cum soon. Tell me where you want it, and be honest.” You growl, Yuna squealing as you accentuate every word with a slap on her ass. She’s coated with sweat, and you thrust harder at the sight of her eyes, looking up at you, glazed in pleasure, tongue out over those pretty lips. 

“C-Cum in me! Please daddy! I want your cum! Fill me up, fill your little slut with your seed, please!” She begs, adorably humping you against the wall. Her back sheens with sweat, and your eyes trace the delicious curve of her bouncing tits as Yuna worships you with her body. The bathroom door shudders with the impact, a sign to everyone outside of how well you’re fucking Shin Yuna, a sign of your dominance, a sign you’re determined to seal in white ink. 

“Fucking take it! I’m cumming! UGH!” 

“Y-YES! YES! DADDY!” 

Yuna screams as you explode, your balls slapping against her ass while your hand raises her thigh even higher. You rut against her, pumping her tight, waiting pussy with thick, virile seed. She’s smiling now, your little fucktoy, moaning without a care as she is inseminated with your dominating sperm. You groan, making sure to bite on Yuna’s neck, marking her as your own while you mate her for all the world to hear. Satisfaction fills your mind as you eventually pull away, and Yuna slinks back on the floor. You look down at her, and her soft lips seal around your softening cock, cleaning it, every shred of playful disobedience gone in her spectacle covered eyes. 

That’s your girl. Not the confident, proper Yuna, peppering you with kisses and promised affection. The obedient, slutty Yuna, her naked body kneeling below you, cum leaking out of her pussy, and body submitted to her daddy. 

*ATTENTION. MYEONG-DONG STATION. WE HAVE ARRIVED*

Dreaming (Ft. G-IDLE Shuhua)

“Hey! Watch where ya goin!” A man shouts behind you. He’s angry. Really angry.

Ding!

The brass elevator doors slide open right as you push the button. “Thank god I pressed up.” you mutter, barely able to see over the heavy stack of papers in your arms. Awkwardly, you take your place in the packed, metal box, surrounded by bodies already hunched over glowing phones, feeling them shift as they accommodate to your weight.

As the doors close, the man from earlier looks back at you, and shakes his head, before walking away into the sea of people. This is New York, and to him, you know that you’re nothing but time wasted in a city where nobody really apologizes. Still, you can’t help but feel a bit empty, your mouth already frowning in a sorry.

A low hum fills the elevator as you zoom up The New York Times’ headquarters. The building is massive, and you can feel it; the metal foundations of a global media superpower holding strong beneath your feet. Meanwhile, the stench of used cigarettes and spilled condiments wafts through your sardine-like group, the blinking lights of 9am New York flashing on your faces. You look to your right. “I can’t believe I didn’t get laid last night.” A fat, blazer clad woman loudly complains. Grimy blonde hair covers her acne spotted cheeks, the people around her not even giving her a glance. She notices you staring, and you try to hold in a gag as she blows you a dry-lipped kiss. You look to your right, where an older man swipes pudgy fingers over his outdated iPhone 4. Your eyes widen, how is that thing still working? Drool slowly drips down his mouth as he swipes over pictures of suspiciously young schoolgirls, beady eyes peering down through dirt-flecked spectacles. Slowly, you look up at the ceiling, dirty, musty tiles and all. This scene must have played out millions of times over the last few months, and still, you can never get used to it.

Close your eyes.

Shuhua is whispering excitedly in your ear: “The New York Times? Oh. My. God. You’ll do amazing, darling! AMAZING!” You remember how she threw her arms around you, in that small, modest, two bedroom apartment. It always smelled like dumplings, and fresh chili oil, and comfy, old newspapers. For a moment, you’re still there, and her lips are still on yours, smiling through a proud kiss.

Ding!

You’re shaken from your daydream by the push of shoulders against your back. Quickly, your four minute companions hurry out into the office space. Blonde girl goes left, heels clacking against light mahogany while she prattles on. Everyone in the editing department waves her hello, of course. They get it, nodding empathically when she complains, Chloe has had neither a fuck nor a coffee, something every New York Times editor deserves. The beady eyed man disappears into a hallway on the right, awkwardly adjusting his dress pants with one hand, while the other stays wrapped around his phone, fingers looking too large to cover such a small screen. If you were still a newbie, you would shudder at the thought of what he’s about to do. But everyone around the office accepts his… vices, and with your reporter’s paycheck, you can’t really argue with what the finance chief decides to do with his time, whether the girls he jacks off to are underage or not.

Taking a deep breath, you start your long walk down the middle of the office. The morning light shines through a wall of glass, bathing mugs of coffee and factory clean PC screens in a lazy, orange glow. Cubicles frame your straight, nervous legs, all of them filled with writers busy at their craft. Shuhua would always tell you to keep your back straight while writing. “Posture! Keep the posture!”, her cutesy voice would say, soft fingers pushing your shoulder blades forward. Glancing at the polo clad writers around you, hunched over their keyboards like depraved, hungry goblins, you resist the urge to do the same for them.

Eventually, your feet stop at the end of the office area. The carpet has noticeably turned from basic, industrial gray, to a more expensive, red velvet color. In front of you, a pair of stained glass doors lie forebodingly in wait, like executioners ready to swing an axe to split you in two. Your eyes draw themselves to the text, printed bold above the handle: “Editor-in Chief’s Office”.

“Dude, you are so dead.” a sleazy arm drapes over your shoulder, and you grimace as you realize who it is.

“Am not.” You reply. Cold, curt. Maybe he’ll leave you alone.

Grant’s face swings in front of yours, the smugness etched onto his smile. “Are too! We all told you that writing that romantic shit wasn’t going to get you anywhere. And you just couldn’t listen, huh.”

You furrow your brow in a futile attempt to get him to back off, but deep down, you know that he’s right. You were hired to make entertainment pieces for the Times; fun, adventurous stories about the American Dream and the happiness of all those that fulfilled it. A dream job really, especially for you.

“Hire a brat from Taipei, boss said, sure, as if they would know how to make real news over there, or real entertainment. Can’t really tell which one you tried to pull off with your boring shit.” He sneers, laughing while jabbing a bony finger into your forehead.

You take a step back. “Let our salaries speak for themselves.” “Eat shit, loser.” “At least people like what I write.” All the familiar responses flash in your head, but they stop, stuck in your throat, blocked by Grant’s deep, arrogant glare, by the ugly smell of printing ink in the air, by the thought of what lies behind those large glass doors, and by the the memory of how horrible your last piece was.

Horrible enough to get you fired.

Grant smiles, nostrils flaring like a beast that smells scared prey. He grabs a paper from the top of the pile in your arms. “If it’s any consolation, I never believed in you. You came here to try and convince chief that it would sell, right? If you wanted to write sappy romance, you should’ve went independent, teenage girls drink that shit up.” He whispers, a chuckle escaping his lips while he walks past you, crumpling the page in your ear.

You blink, trying to process your shallow, entitled co-worker’s words. There’s no time for this. You remind yourself, clutching the papers closer to your chest. Maybe chief will like these drafts. She’s got to. You talked your way all the way to America. Through a continent where words matter more than actions, where the media influences every tick of the clock on the walls, every ray of sunlight filtered through the windows, every key typed by every writer in the whole world. Your words have to mean something. Your stories, filled with her, have to. Or why would you be here?

Gradually, the glass doors swing open, and from the side of your stack, you see black tipped heels basked in white, florescent light.

“C-chief? Here! I know that it isn’t a lot, but I brought some drafts for you. I promise that they’ll sell, love is entertainment! Look at Netflix! Haha…” You start, already shuffling through the stack in your arms for your prized drafts. The Translator? No. Maybe she won’t like a series. Practice Shoot? No, it reads too much like fanfiction. Your heart is beating through your chest, eyes scanning through the rows of words. Faster.

Meanwhile, the doors rattle as they make contact with the walls, a rush of cold, expensively scented air conditioning flooding your nostrils. Your fingers decidedly grasp a bare handful of pages, your best work, she’ll love it.

“Darling. Stop.”

Freeze.

Slowly, papers crumpling in your shocked hand, your gaze draws up. There’s something… wrong.

“I said, Stop.”

Chief’s legs are too white, soft skin sinking into a matching black dress. Her hips are not those of the modest old woman you fear. To your horror, they are of someone much more familiar.

“No, you- you can’t.” You take a step back, looking up her exposed midriff, her plushy, pliable breasts, all bound in an expensive sequined dress. The dress of an actress, an idol, a celebrity. Suddenly, the papers are gone, so is the drone of typing in the background, so is the smell of cigarettes, so is Grant’s laughter. There’s only-

“It’s me…” she coos, smirking, taking a tender, villainous step towards you in the darkness.

Your eyes dilate in fear and you fall onto your butt, “No no no no no, please…”

She stands in front of you, eyes drawn down, down to your crotch.

“Mmm…”

“STOP!”

You sit up. Pain. It reverberates through your skull, along with the sound of a high pitched yelp, and legs draped over yours as a body falls off of you.

“Ugh…” You mutter, taking in your surroundings. It’s warm, in a comfy, homey way. The familiar feeling of feathered comforters lie around you, as well as the more unpleasant feeling of your hair matted to your forehead by sweat. What’s going on?

“Hey! What was that for, huh?” She comes flying back onto you, legs flailing, fists thumping against your chest. Your eyes widen as you’re suffocated by her warmth. Her legs hold you down, and you can’t help but laugh as everything starts coming back to you.

“I-i’m home…” You mutter, chuckling under the mess of pillows, blankets, and Shuhua failing to pummel her boyfriend.

“I-I’m home!” You laugh this time, sitting up to grab Shuhua by the shoulders and kiss her. She feels so soft, so good, so perfect, you almost can’t believe it. The woman’s eyes widen at first, but she starts to melt into the kiss, her right fist still raised, slowly coming down as you taste her lips.

Eventually, she comes up for air, keeping her legs around you, sitting on your thighs while shaking her head. “Y-yes darling, you’re home… but what was that for?” She huffs, crossing her arms across her chest.

“I- I thought I was still in-” You stop, taking a deep breath. You can still smell some of it— the blonde’s cigarettes, the old man’s cum-stained pants, Grant’s sleazy cologne.

Shuhua’s gaze softens, and she wraps her hands around your face. “In New York?”

You gulp, “Ye- Yeah, in New York. I’m sorry.” Shuhua looks down, legs limp on top of your own, the low buzz of insects in her garden radiating from the window. It’s still a sore subject, the fact that you’re back. You remember how excited she was when you surprised her, wrapping your arms around her own as she painted in the kitchen. She laughed. You cried. The paint dried as you made love next to the easel, screams of delight and moans of joy masking the heartbreak of a dream dying.

But that’s the thing with bad dreams, when you wake up, you remember.

Slowly, Shuhua leans in, sticking her forehead to yours. “You know that i’m so, so proud of you, right?” She whispers, wrapping her arms on top of your shoulders. You feel red creep up your face as you look up at her. She’s beautiful, the morning light reflecting off the side of her face, revealing a light blush to frame her indignant eyes.

“I know.” You reply, looking back down at the sheets. Your hand wanders down to her thigh, playing with the softness. She’s ticklish down there, and you smile, expecting the high-pitched laugh.

“Hey, i’m serious.”

Alright, stop laughing. You meet her eyes, and before you know it, she’s kissing you.

“I’m so- so proud of my amazing, mmm, brave partner.” She coos, kissing down your neck, her thin fingers wrapping around your naked shoulders as she pushes you down.

You exhale, the sting of the dream still painful, still lingering. But slowly, a warmth starts to blossom as you stare up at your girlfriend. She’s beautiful, her brown hair resting on a gray tank top, the roughness of her jeans a welcome comfort against the bareness of your boxers. She looks down at you, breathing heavy, mouth open in sudden lust. “You’re staring, darling.”

“S-sorry” You gulp, looking down. A mistake, your eyes widen as you see the dark spot spread on her crotch.

She leans down until her mouth is beside yours. “Don’t apologize, okay? I- I feel bad, you know?” She says, her hands resting on your chest, her crotch mere inches away from yours. You close your eyes, of course she feels bad. She’s the one who encouraged you to go, her optimistic boyfriend, ready to conquer a country with your love story, what could go wrong? Except him coming back, unconfident, shaken, afraid.

“I-I’m sorry.” You mumble, but she kisses you, fiercely, the mounds of her petite breasts pushing against your chest.

“Don’t you dare apologize, I’m here now, okay?” She whispers, rubbing her clothed ass on your crotch. You feel her breath beside your ear, the smell of her rose perfume soft like the morning sun.

“I know.” You whisper, cock straining against your boxers as Shuhua dry-humps you. The moistness of her pussy drips through her jeans, creating a wet spot on your own boxers. Your hands find their way to her hips, and you find yourself slowly moving her up and down, massaging up her waist, fingers pressing into the delicate gap between her top and her jeans.

Shuhua stops for a moment, licking at your ear. Her warm saliva tickles, and you shudder as she hums. “I’m here, darling, i’m yours.” Her hands come off your shoulders to brings yours off her hips, and you watch, cock hard against the fabric of your boxers, as Shuhua stands on the bed.

“Look at me” She moans, sticking a hand down her jeans, right at the wet spot. Her figure blocks out the sunlight you watch her face contort in pleasure. God, her fingers must be down there, working into her folds, dredging up slick from her clean-shaven cunt. You can feel the saliva drip out of your lower lip, and with it, the thoughts of New York, in all it’s cramped, suffocating ugliness. There is only Shuhua now, your girlfriend, fingering herself amidst white sheets and rose scented air.

Slowly, she brings her hand out of her crotch, the snap of her jeans’ garter making you blink. Blink again, and she brings her hand up to her face, separating her index and middle finger, unknowingly sticking her tongue out as she shows you the line of slick in between them. She’s hungry for it, and you are too.

She jumps back onto your lap, and you bring your hands to her waist, clumsily working to peel off her jeans as she rubs your cock with a soft, sticky hand. “Mmm, I want it inside, now” Shuhua exhales, dragging your boxers off, softly jerking your member, sandwiching it between her now naked thighs. You love how milky her thighs are, their whiteness an erotic contrast to your darker rod. “Fuck, Shuhua.” You groan, a bead of pre-cum sliding onto her thighs while the girl spread her legs around your lap, sliding your cock in between her dripping pussy lips.

“I love you.” She says, the honey, the care, the yearning clear in her high pitched voice. Shuhua rises up, and impales herself on your cock. “FUCK!” You shout, the sheets shaking as she rides you fast and hard. You watch as Shuhua’s thighs ripple with exertion, and she puts her hands next to your hips, every bounce a ripple on the white mattress. There’s a comfort in how she moves, how she watches for your every reaction, smiling when you smile, lovingly coiling her wet walls around your cock, moaning as she is filled with you.

“Mmm, you fuck me so well, darling. I- Mmph! Love you!” Her moans get louder, the wet slap of skin against skin reverberating throughout the room. Quickly, you sit up, pushing your lips against her own as you piston into your girlfriend. Her pussy is a tight vice for your member, the wetness dripping onto your crotch, but you want more.

“Show me, please.” You growl into her smaller lips, feeling her tongue lick your teeth as she happily nods a yes. Still bouncing on you, Shuhua lifts her arms up to let you take her tank top off, revealing her milky, perky breasts. She wraps her arms around your shoulders as you slobber over her left tit, feeling the rumble of your rod fucking into her with every moan into your ear.

While her legs tighten around you, she groans, “I’m sorry, they aren’t- MMM! As big- FUCK! As the girls in the US.” Her hips are pushing against you now, frantic, trying to provide more as you push into her pink snatch.

“FUCK! I don’t care, they’re perfect for me.” You reply, hands moving down to her butt. Shuhua yelps as you slap her ass, using the orbs as handles to fuck the smaller girl onto your cock. Sunlight illuminates sweat on her neck, and you raise her arms up to lick the salty liquid off of her rose-scented armpits. If this is what you left Taiwan for, you’re damn fool. You think, feeling the tightness of her pussy, the loving embrace of her thighs, the pliable moistness of her ass, the perkiness of her breasts against your chest. She’s the perfect picture of a perfect woman, and she squeals as you fuck the life out of her.

“MMM! D-darling! Cum! I’m-” Shuhua screams, tightening her legs around your back, lifting her head up, her voice filling your bedroom. You kiss her through her orgasm, cradling her ass in your hands as you feel her slick drip in between her spasming lips. Her lips taste like strawberry, sweet, salty, wet, and you explore her mouth in a feeble attempt to keep your own orgasm at bay, while her pussy tightens in a warm, delicious embrace.

“Fuck- Shuhua, you’re so, FUCK!” You groan, feeling Shuhua lean against your chest, her pert nipples pushing against your skin. Her warmth is addicting. The warmth of her still pulsing pussy, slick slowly dripping down her lips, sliding down your thrusting cock. The warmth of her lips against your cheek, her breath turning cool morning air hot as she moans into your ear. The warmth of her eyes, full of love, framing a smile so willing to surrender her body to yours.

“I-I’m cumming!” You growl, hands tightening around her now drenched ass while you move her tight walls up and down your member.

Shuhua loves it, fully leaning into you, aggressively nipping up the side of your ear, craning her sweaty back to give you a better view of her dominated tits, “Inside, darling, please- PLEASE!”

“Fuck!” The mattress shakes as you slam her down on your cock. “MMM! MMM! AGH! Yes!” You watch as Shuhua cranes her neck in a breathy moan, eyes shooting open, lips curling in a smile, breasts heaving. Her walls contract around your cock, and a last burst of strength from her hips pushes you back onto your back as her wet walls lovingly wring out every drop of your virile seed.

She smiles. You breathe, cock still sheathed in her well-fucked, well-filled cunt.

The messy sheets around you. The smell of roses and sweat and morning tea, wafting through the room. The clear, soft, sunlight, rays peeking through the window. It’s perfect.

She’s perfect.

“Darling, look, your babies are home.” Shuhua giggles, , leaning back, her nipples still lazily erect as her pink lips lifting off your cock with an exhale, a line of white slowly dripping down her butt.

You laugh, “Maybe I should get into smut, I’d love to write about that.”

She smiles, “I’m sure you’ll do amazing, darling.”

Uniform (ft. TWICE Tzuyu)

“I hate it.”

“Do I look like I care?” you reply, bringing Tzuyu’s arm up, fingers careful, making sure her cufflinks are in place.

She pulls her arm back, a reluctant tug just as you finish the last button. “I hate it!” Tzuyu hisses, crossing her arms in front of her chest. You hate it when she does this— when she makes things so difficult.

You step up to the girl, and she looks you up and down, an eyebrow raised, straightening her back as you close the distance in between you two.

One.

Two.

Three seconds go by.

“W-why aren’t you saying anything?” She says. You can hear the shake in her voice, the slight tremble, as it rebounds across your white office walls. Unconsciously, Tzuyu draws her blazer tighter around her shoulders.

“What’s wrong? Is it cold?” You whisper, taking a step forward. She takes a step back. You both know that the air conditioning is at the same old, boring, room temperature. But there’s an all familiar heat in the air now, one that makes Tzuyu’s exposed thighs quiver in anticipation.

“N-no! Hey! I know what you’re doing!” Frantic. Her voice, not your movements. An odd calmness pumps through your excited veins as you take more steps forward, a feeling that only comes with having done this so many fucking times.

SLAP

“So, many, fucking, times.” You mutter, feeling the cold drywall behind your palm as you survey your boss. Her dark eyes are fixed on you, brown hair swept to her back as she bites her lip. You watch as sweet saliva travels down her throat as she gulps. You’re so close now, and she knows it. Her smooth skin gives way to a single gold necklace, the V-shaped chain ending in a heart emblem affixed above her small chest, the perky mounds covered only by a small black tank top, and your blazer, already wrinkled.

“S-stop!” Tzuyu brings her arms up to cover her chest, and you quickly slap her hands away, leaning in to whisper into her ear.

“Hands at your side, slut.” Your voice is soft, but direct, a shot fired straight into the depths of her submissive, womanly instincts, activating them, spreading a heat throughout her body.

“…Okay” She whispers, slowly rubbing her luscious thighs together, eyes wide as she stays still, hands obediently at her sides, regarding your closeness. It usually takes you longer to get Tzuyu to calm down, to submit, you guess that today must be your lucky day. A smile slowly creeps up your face. Maybe it’s not luck.

Maybe, she wants it too.

“Mmph!” Tzuyu moans, shooting her head up as you push a knee in between her thighs, hastily covering her open lips with your larger hand.

“What was our deal, baby?” You growl, rubbing your knee against her covered slit, the black shorts moist with her juices.

“That I would, Ugh! Wear the uniform! Agh!” She blurts from under your hand. The soft skin of her thighs feel delicious around your leg, and they clench tighter when you push the tip of your knee further, small squelches emanating from her crotch as she starts to hump against you.

“And what did you do?” You whisper, watching as her eyes go half-lidded, as lust takes over her. You love playing with Tzuyu like this, love getting her to drop her annoying, bratty personality, getting her to submit. But you need to hear it from her.

“I- I came here in the… MMM!” She squints, feeling your hand roughly cup her right breast. The nipple starts to poke out of the fabric, and you give it a tweak, your mouth moving downwards to bite into her neck, feeling her pussy shiver on your knee.

“In the?” Your voice is muffled in her skin, and that’s when you feel Tzuyu breathe. Long, deep breaths, punctuated by dots of mewls and moans, licks and kisses against your palm. Her thighs are dripping now, the sticky liquid soiling both her shorts and your dress pants. But what’s important are her eyes, how they curve up into a wanton, sexy smile, how they stare at you, ever so close ready to give you the answer that you want.

“D-daddy! I came here in casual wear again! I’m sorry! I should’ve worn the uniform like you told me to, I should’ve done it to be a good CEO, a good boss!” She screams, her humping now more desperate, more aggressive against your knee, her ass slapping against the back of the wall as she worships you. Tzuyu grips the ends of your blazer, staring up at you with horny, begging eyes. She knows that she can’t move, she knows that you want to hear more.

“Good girl. Now, how about you tell daddy how he should punish you?” You say, giving up on covering her mouth. Fuck it. If the other employees hear you, they can’t complain, they know that you’re just doing your job. You probe your fingers on Tzuyu’s red, full lips, watching as she tentatively licks them, then sucking on your digits with her wet, delicate tongue.

“Mmm… I want daddy to fuck me! To discipline me like he always does! I- I want to make him feel good with my slutty, princess pussy. Please!” Tzuyu begs, deciding to slowly grind on your knee as she submits. The look in her eyes is totally different now, and you love it. Gone is the dignity. Gone is the pretense. All it took was a few steps, and she’s ready to whore herself out for you, to whore herself out for the secretary her real father hired to discipline the new CEO of his family company.

You chuckle, feeling Tzuyu shiver as you pull the blazer off her, dotting kisses down her beautiful bare shoulders, raising her arms up as you lick at her exposed pits. You’re not sure if he’d laugh or cry if he saw you now, shaping his daughter to your cock, making her call you daddy, draped over your knee, squirting through her clothes.

One thing’s for sure though, you’re done waiting, you’ve heard enough.

“Mmph! Daddy!” Tzuyu loudly mewls, her tongue sticking out as she feels you shove a rough hand down her shorts. She keels over, leaning her head on your shoulder while you stick two fingers into her pussy.

“Fuck Tzu, you’re so wet, have you been waiting for me? Huh? Slut?” You piston two fingers in and out of her snatch, her walls warm, sticky, and wet, her lips sucking on your fingers with an iron-like grip.

“Y-you’re just so good, daddy!” Tzuyu pants, dropping her blazer to the floor. You get the idea, using your other hand to bring the tank top over her head, the fabric getting caught in her hair as she throws her head against the wall with a particularly strong thrust.

Tzuyu keeps her hands up, stretching her arms against up the wall as she clutches her soft, creamy thighs around your still moving wrist. You move up closer to her, your free hand tweaking and pulling her now bare, pink nipples, prompting squeals from the slutty girl.

“You like that, slut?” You growl, slapping her perky breasts to accentuate your point, feeling her lips grasp harder around your fingers at your words. You kiss Tzuyu as you thrust, pushing her lithe body against the hard wall, plastering her onto it, feeling her smaller lips surrender completely to your own. Her tongue doesn’t wrestle, but lies flat as you play with the kiss, swapping saliva with Tzuyu as her eyes roll up into her head.

She’s close, you realize.

But you’re not.

“Mmm? W-why’d you stop, daddy- MMRPH!” Tzuyu’s eyes dilate as she tastes your fingers. You’ve removed your hand from her greedy cunt, pulling down her drenched shorts in the process, and now she tastes you, tongue flicking over every inch of your digits. She loves it.

“Daddy’s going to fuck you now, baby.” Now you’re panting too, quickly unbuttoning your tight dress pants to fish out your already hard cock. Tzuyu’s eyes flick down, and you smile. She sees it. Sees the veiny, rough surface of a cock that has ravaged her many times over. Her free tongue starts salivating, and you watch as a bead of slick travels down her now sore, pink pussy lips.

“P-please, punish me daddy. Fuck me, I’ll wear the uniform, fuck, i’ll even- AGH!” Tzuyu screams as you bottom out into her. You spread her thighs, greedy hands feeling out the luscious, fuckable skin, glistening with dried slick. Her breasts bounce as you fuck her, hard, red marks visible from your coarse manhandling, nipples, wet with your spit, peaky in the fluorescent light.

“FUCK! you’re so good baby, so, fucking, good.” You roar, cradling Tzuyu’s bubbly ass. She squeals when you carry her, parading her around your white, pristine office while you bounce her on your cock. Half-lidded eyes stare at you with lust, and your submissive employer wraps her arms around you while your rod reaches into her hot, womanly core.

“Mmmm… here daddy, do you like these?” She says, the change of tone in her voice a delightful surprise. Still staring into you, she leans back, using one hand to cup her own small, perky breasts as she bounces. You love how Tzuyu submits, how she slowly but surely gives into the role of being your lovely little fuckdoll.

“I love them, so, fucking, much.” You say, leaning down to suck on her tits as she bounces on you. Tzuyu shoots her head up, moaning loudly as you ravage her body. Her breasts are wet with a mix of spit and sweat, and you love their taboo saltiness. In combination with how her cunt sucks and rubs against every ridge of your hard member, with how she breathes loud, pleasured breaths into your ear, you find yourself lost as well, just as enraptured as the girl addicted to your cock.

“Hmm? A-are you going to take me like this?” Tzuyu giggles when her feet touch the ground, your hands on her naked hips as you turn her around.

Suddenly, you grab her hair. “AHH!” Tzuyu moans, the curve of her bare back a delicious sight as you arch her toward you, pushing your cock in between her pillow-like, moist cheeks. Even now, she pushes back against you, rubbing her ass up and down your swollen rod. Her juices cover your entire crotch, dripping out of her lips and down your balls. It’s damn erotic, how someone so bratty can crumble so quickly.

She deserves a reward.

Tzuyu’s eyes shoot open when you slam into her, “FUCK! D-daddy! J-just, like, that- fuck!”, you lick the soft skin of her ear, pistoning your cock in and out of her pussy. Wet squelching sounds fill the office, and Tzuyu braces her hands against a small white visitor’s chair as you give her the pleasure she yearns for. Bent over like this, you laugh as her ass ripples for you, perfect orbs pushing back against their master, the tanned, squishy surface already tainted with slick.

“Shit, you’re close, aren’t you, slut?” You groan, leaning forward, kicking her legs further apart to accommodate your strong fucking. Her pussy has started convulsing around your cock, dripping walls pulsating slowly, tightening, getting ready to finish, to release. Overwhelmed with pleasure, Tzuyu can’t even respond, looking back with a sex-crazed smile as she pushes her ass back at you, moaning louder, desperately you with those big, cat-like eyes. Use me, they say, the deep irises teary with lust. But you know what she really wants, what she needs.

“Please, please…” Tzuyu pants, her breasts bounce beneath as your thrusts get wilder, like an animal mating in the wild. She squeals as you lean over, huffing, “I’m going to cum in you, slut.” You snarl, clutching a soft breast in your hand. For a second, you imagine how good it would be, for you, the secretary, to pump your boss full of cum, to impregnate her with your lowly baby, to breed. You can almost feel her tits growing with milk, her flat, toned tummy filling with child. Still, you’d fuck her like this, you’d make her magnificent thighs spread, you’d make her luscious lips moan with delight, you’d own her, you’d make her beg-

“Please, please, PLEASE!” Tzuyu screams, tongue lolling out as you loudly grunt, settling for long thrusts brimming with finality. Her wet, pliable insides tighten faster, she’s ready for you, she knows, and eventually, you explode.

“I’m cumming, slut! Take it all!” You roar, your balls slapping against Tzuyu’s clit as you bottom out inside of her, painting her cunt with the first few streaks of cum.

“F-FUCK! Y-YES! DADDY!” She screams, her eyes rolling up inside her head, her beautiful lips open as she drools, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being seeded. Warm, virile cum fills up her pussy, and she pushes her soft, sticky ass against you as you finish, mewling with the feeling of every spurt of your strong seed.

Fuck, that’s good.

Eventually, Tzuyu falls back against you, and you both lie on the warm, wet tiles of your office floor. You can feel her deep breaths against her chest, taste her salty sweat as you kiss up against her neck, cock still resting in her pussy.

She looks back at you, and smiles.

“Fuck me like this, and i’ll always wear the uniform, Daddy.”

🌱Writer's Block🌱

Tags: Creampie, Comfort Sex, Girlfriend

Sweat stains the cold locker as a tanned. bare back is pushed up against it. A  jock reams a cheerleader open, ripping her skirt off in lust while the moaning girl is held up by her bubbly ass, roughly fucked against the smooth metal._

Okay, that’s a decent start. Good, strong words to hold attention. A short description to set the scene, to heighten the atmosphere. Hmm… there’s something missing… Ah yes! Dialogue.

“That’s right baby, you like this cock? Say you love it, say you fucking love it” He growls, swiping aside black hair to suck on the girl’s alluring neck, feeling her tremble in pleasure as he fucks into her tight pussy. Her pussy lips tighten around him as he claims her, a sign of long awaited, satisfying submission.

With a smile, you recline into the sun lounger, warm afternoon light reflecting your sunny mood. “Alluring” is  a nice word, and using “tremble in pleasure” so early on in a piece? That’s definitely something you haven’t done before. Don’t stop. Keep up the momentum. If she was in the scene, what would Winter be feeling? 

Y-yes! I-I love it! Mmm… love your cock” Winter throws her head back, eyes rolling up in delight as her tits ripple with every thrust. As much as she wouldn’t admit it, she loves this, loves fucking in the most raw, primal way. Her partner grins in victory, slapping Winter’s ass as he bottoms out inside of her, prompting a squeal from the pent-up girl. 

Fingers fly across the keyboard, words quickly filling up the tumblr editor. There we go. Amp up the pace. Describe Winter’s sweaty, slutty body. Use every word you have in your disposal, every piece of vocabulary, to bring the scene to life. Your brow furrows in thought. At this point in the story, readers love a good analogy— a fantasy to bring them to the edge of orgasm, what would this one be? 

Skipping around to water the numerous plants of your shared apartment, Sana brushes past your feet. For a moment, you look up, searching your beautiful girlfriend for a glimmer of inspiration. She bends over a step to water a cacti, taut ass stretching as she playfully balances on one foot. Ralph Laurens. Her sneakers are Ralph Laurens, and your eyes focus on the knitted logo of a man on his horse. 

Winter wraps her legs around her partner, bucking her hips against him as he speeds up. She moans into his ear, her pussy tightening around her partner’s big, thick cock as slick runs down his shaft. She’s completely given into it now, enthusiastically offering up her once innocent body to be pinned to the wall. He ruts into her even faster, spurred on like a racehorse— one who’s about to reach the finish line. 

“Racehorse. Fucking racehorse” you chuckle, completely absorbed in your writing. Sana glances over, watching as her boyfriend hunches over his laptop with the stupidest grin. The yawning girl smiles, she knows that look on your face. The pointed stare, the faint grin, the occasional squint, all signs of a scene about to reach it’s high point— of a climax put into print. With your next few sentences, you would prove her right. 

“Do it baby, cum inside me, fill. me. up” Winter whispers in his ear, knowing her partner is close, bringing him to the edge with sultry words, half lidded eyes, and wet, massaging, walls. Her soft white skin rubs against him as she wraps her arms around his neck. Looking at the once innocent, virtuous Winter, now reduced to a complete slut, moaning as she bounces on his cock, the man explodes. 

“AGH! FUCK! I’m cumming!”

You let out a deep sigh, lazily slouching against the warm fabric of your lounge chair. Ah yes. The glorious orgasm. Honestly, it’s the easiest part of writing smut, and the most satisfying. But where to go from here? Your hands freeze at the keyboard, eyes resting on the blinking black bar that signals a new, empty paragraph. It’s not often that you start a piece with sex, but to be fair, you’re trying something new today. Long-form, plot based fiction. Smuts like these have multiple scenes, tons of dialogue, and an insane amount of build-up. For a fast-paced writer like you, it feels unnatural to move so slowly, to ideate so clearly, to write so deliberately. It’s different, and different is supposed to be exciting.

If this were a normal piece, at this point, you’d slap your laptop down, pleased with a job well done. Loving chiding would come from Sana, still amused by your excitement to write about sex, before you’d go on with your day together. Sana has always been the attentive type, happy to listen to you babble on about new plots, inspirations, and the tons of better writers in the community. She loves you, and your little side-hobby has become a part of her daily routine. She knows every bounce of your fingers, every click clack of deceptively naughty writing, a fitting background to lazy mornings together. But today, there’s something wrong, and she knows it. 

“Darling, you have that look on your face again. What’s wrong?” A soothing voice enters your ears, and you look up from the glaring screen. 

“What look?” Your eyes meet Sana’s, the girl giving you a teasing side-eye as she sits on a yellow step, the now watered plants creating a lazy frame around her. 

She raises her eyebrow at you before she standing up. “Lips bitten, back slouched, brows furrowed, you know, that look, the one you make when you don’t know what’s going on.” 

You chuckle, eyes looking back at the empty page, “Okay… you’re right. Maybe I do have that look on my face.” Sana smiles, walking beside you, the thin, hammock-like fabric of your lounge chair rippling as she lies on your chest. There’s something comforting about having Sana there. Maybe it’s the smell of sunshine in her hair, bright and familiar in the most everyday way. Maybe it’s the feeling of her soft skin on yours, her warmth drawing you away from the bland screen in front of you. Whatever it is, you like it, and your hand tightens around Sana’s shoulder as you close your eyes. 

“Now, what’s on your mind?” She starts, soft breath lingering in the cool morning air. 

Your eyes open, staring at the empty sky as you breathe out an answer, “I don’t know sweetheart. You know how i’m trying to write a longer piece this time? I’m not sure if i’m cut out for it”

“Hey! I think you’re a great writer! Who’s putting that dumb thought in your head?”  Sana drapes her thin leg over yours, the soft khaki tickling your calves. She loves getting closer to you when you’re feeling down, and with every word of doubt that exits your mouth, she wraps around you more. 

“Nobody! I’m just… i’m out of ideas.” You cough, suddenly aware of just how close Sana is. Her perky breasts are visible down her white blouse, the nubs of her nipples barely concealed as she nuzzles into you. Meanwhile, her soft thighs slide over your lap, the delicate pressure of her womanly body disrupting your thoughts. Sana has a weird way of leaving you speechless— of slowly enveloping you with her comforting, alluring presence. Now, with her warmth spreading down to your loins, she has you enraptured, and she knows it. 

“Ideas… huh? Maybe I can help.” The words leave Sana’s lips with a smile, redness creeping up your cheeks as you refocus on the laptop screen. Ideas start leaking into your head, while precum starts leaking out of your cock. As your hands settle on the keyboard, Sana’s clothed thigh rubs against you, the lovingly seductive girl sighing into your chest. Shit. She’s so close. You hesitate, and her playful eyes twinkle, seeing an opening. Before you can type in a single word, Sana snuggles up, giggling as she gives you a soft, wet kiss. 

Your eyes widen as she detaches from you, moving your laptop aside to straddle your lap, large brown irises staring into your own. Her breath is hot on your cheek, the warm feeling of Sana’s body on yours slowly spreading through you. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. The two of you stay in place— with you gazing up at your gorgeous girlfriend, her face framed by strands of beautiful brown hair as she looks at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“Someone looks like he’s having a few ideas.” Sana’s lips curl in a playful smirk, and you gulp as she slowly leans down, whispering in your ear. “How about you let your girlfriend bring them to life?” 

Sana giggles in delight as your cock pokes up at her. She knows your answer. Her lips push up against yours, the charming girl wrapping her arms around you while she reignites your kiss. Soon, a tongue enters your mouth. Gentle, intimate, and extremely erotic; Sana wants to take care of you, wants to show you that for all the fantasy you write, she’s the only reality you need. 

She then kisses down your chest, sliding her clothed legs behind her until she’s on her stomach. Her face is right in front of your crotch now, and the thin fabric of the shorts does nothing to hide the curve of your hard, leaking cock. Sana’s eyes meet yours, and she licks her lips in anticipation, before slowly pulling your trousers off.

“Mmm… Is that for me, sweetheart?” Sana asks, your cock slapping her cheek as it breaks free from it’s cloth prison. Your girlfriend’s soft hands wrap around your rod, leaking precum licked up by her tongue, the sultry girl happy to make a show of slowly jerking you off to full mast.  

“Babe, you’re just so… hot” You reply, breaths getting heavier as your arousal builds. Sana, on her stomach, between your legs, and dutifully jerking you off? It’s definitely not what you expected out of a writer’s block. Her hands feel amazing on your shaft, and your hips slowly thrust between her wet fingers, desperate to get the most possible stimulation. Meanwhile, Sana suckles on your balls, delicately licking around each of them as her round, half-lidded eyes keep contact with your own. 

“Darling, let me help you out. Why don’t you tell me how you would imagine it?” Sana asks, words rolling off her tongue between kisses up your leaking shaft. 

“Imagine what?’ You reply, moaning as her soft, red lips touch your head, her fingers still massaging your now fully erect cock. 

“How you’d imagine that girl, Winter, sucking your cock like a good. little. slut.” Sana punctuates every word with a sultry lick, running her wet tongue over your large balls, veiny shaft, and leaking cockhead. Her blowjob sparks ideas— dangerous ideas. You can almost see her; Winter, large, round eyes, licking up your shaft with a vigor that doesn’t match her innocent face. The idea that Sana is willing to act as another girl, obediently suckling on your rod to give her boyfriend as many ideas as possible, is fucking hot, and it lights a fire within you. 

“Fuck! Yes!” Your hands wrap around Sana’s head as you push her onto your crotch, prompting a moan from the subservient girl. 

“So many ideas… you give me so many fucking ideas babe” Your hips rut up into your girlfriend’s throat, the soft tightness acting as a comforting release of your pent up frustration. Frustration with yourself. Frustration with your writing. Frustration at being unable to envision Winter. You pour it all into fucking Sana’s throat, her eyes watering as she uses her fingers to massage your balls. Throughout her facefucking, Sana stays submissive, keeping eye contact with you, pushing her head down to receive more of your cock with every thrust. 

Soon, your thrusts slow down, and you find yourself huffing, ass sat on the lounge chair as a mixture of spit and precum runs down your shaft. Sana doesn’t stop, letting your cock out of her mouth with a slow pop. Quickly, she works to lick around you in a messy fellatio, the contrast between her warm tongue and the cool morning air making you shiver in pleasure. Her hair is a bit of a mess now, brown locks framing her precum stained face as she services you. That’s something you love about Sana. She never stops. Her eyes are completely focused on your cock, soft tongue flicking out to lick up every dribble of pre-cum, lips smiling as she sees your groaning reaction to the devotion she gives your shaft. At this point, your stress is gone— your mind rushing with ideas as you play with Sana’s hair. How you would write Winter, how you’d make her delicate pussy spread around your cock. Bits and pieces of your unfinished piece assemble themselves in your head, but there’s something… missing. A flash of inspiration, an experience to reference, and Sana knows it. 

“Hey… you haven’t came yet. Get any ideas in that sexy brain of yours?” Sana drawls, her honeyed voice making your cock twitch as she gives it a loving kiss. 

You breathe, heart pounding as you look at your slutty girlfriend, still lying between your legs. “A-almost there babe, I just need a good finisher for the scene, you know?” 

Sana smiles, stretching her legs out behind her, the warm sun accentuating the cleft of her ass, baggy khakis failing to hide the low curve of her hips. There’s a soft breeze on the rooftop, the shadows of potted plants shifting as rays of sunlight bathe your lounge chair. Sana’s skin looks even creamier now, the mix of soft highlights and dark shadows with the sweat accumulating on her body only further selling her turned on, disheveled appearance. The smirking woman lets go of your cock, giving it a final kiss before crawling up the long chair, her eyes glued on yours until she’s only inches away. 

“I have an idea” Sana giggles, hot breath tickling your nose as she talks. Hard nipples poke out of her blouse, and you know she’s excited. 

“W-what is it babe?” You reply, cock hardening between her ass cheeks as she slowly rubs against you, pants damp with arousal.

“You flip me over, and I spread my legs like a good girlfriend, a good little whore. Forget Winter, I’m so wet for you babe, won’t you fuck your cum into me? Won’t you give me that big, hard, cock?” Sana whispers, grinding her clothed crotch onto yours with more and more intensity. You groan. Your girlfriend always knows exactly what to say, exactly how to push your buttons, exactly how to bring you to release. She’s right. Winter can wait. Writing can wait. Now is the time for action, the time to bed your loyal, caring, gorgeous Sana, and make her yours. 

“Mmph!” Sana blinks in surprise as your lips crash into her own. You sit up, hand reaching to cradle her velvety ass, while your tongue sneaks into her mouth. In response, she starts grinding harder against you, the lounge chair shaking as your leaking cock pokes against her concealed womanhood. Sana giggles into your kiss. She loves this. Loves when you take charge, when you stop hesitating, and take her like a man, a man ready to claim his woman. 

Flipping Sana onto her back, you prompt a squeal from the overstimulated girl. From your new position on top, you can properly see just how wet Sana is. A dark spot covers her crotch, her legs rubbing against each other as she tries to further her own release. Sana’s dark brown eyes look up at you, chest heaving as she lets her tongue out. Sana is in heat, and you’re determined to give her what she wants.

“Let’s get this off then, sweetheart” you growl, quickly grabbing the bottom of her white blouse and pulling it off of her. Then, you slide the pants off, letting the girl kick the ends away as your hands massage her body. Sana’s sweat sticks to the fabric, and your cock hardens as your girlfriend is left naked before you. Full hips, creamy thighs, and perky tits glow in the morning light. Sana catches you staring, and she bites her lip in anticipation. As confident as she is, seeing you towering over her, ogling her body like a ravenous mate makes her blush, makes her remember who her man is. Staring up at you,  Sana’s hands reach out to wrap around your neck, and with an adorable, sultry whisper, she looks into your eyes. “Babe, stop staring… fuck me.”

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight sweetheart.” You groan, aggressively pistoning your cock into Sana. The girl can’t answer, only able to moan in delight as her walls clamp down around you. A wet, loving, massage. That’s what you feel as you cock plunges into Sana’s depths. Her pussy lips hug your shaft, leaking with squirt as you give your girlfriend a thorough fucking. 

“AGH! Y-Yes! Baby!” Sana’s squeals echo through the calm morning, a fitting background for how aggressively you mate her. Sunflowers and tiny bonsai trees sway in the wind as Sana raises her legs onto your shoulders, submitting even further to the only man she’d ever let fuck her. Everything on this rooftop is delicate, taken care of, loved. And that includes Sana. There’s something perverse about taking her like this, about throwing away your slow, careful writing in favor of a rough, primal fucking, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Brown hair rests on her shoulders, disheveled locks shaking with every dominating thrust. Meanwhile, her tits bounce, the pink nubs of her nipples hard in the sunlight. Your eyes narrow on your next prize.

“These tits are fucking mine” you whisper, marking Sana’s neck with rough lips as you trace down her body, hips still working into her core. She instinctively offers herself up to you, back arching to thrust her breasts into your mouth. “Y-yes! Darling! They’re yours! Fuck!” She confesses, throwing her head back as you slobber over her tits. You love how perky they are, how her pink nipples tremble in time with her wet walls. It’s almost like Sana was made to be fucked An attentive attitude, a wet, loving body, and the perfect, wringing pussy, all to comfort her man, all for you to enjoy. 

Tired of this position, you slap Sana’s ass, the girl letting out an adorable whine as she feels your hands grab her back. With your cock still inside of her, you pull your girlfriend up, letting her sit on your lap as she faces you. Sana gives you a sweet kiss, hips gyrating against your still cock, sending bursts of pleasure through your loins.  Now in front of you, she looks at you with half-lidded eyes, the blush from your aggressive fucking still evident on her cheeks. “I like this… now, fuck me until you cum, daddy.” 

You slam up into Sana, grabbing her bubbly ass while you bounce her on your cock. Your girlfriend doesn’t resist at all. Instead, she tightens her creamy thighs around your waist, pushing her breasts against your chest as you have your way with her lower body. Her butt cheeks make for excellent handles, the soft, pliable skin red from your slapping as your cock spears even deeper into her womanhood. Hard nipples against your chest, delicate arms around your neck, and a toned midriff rippling on your skin, you can feel Sana’s entire body vibrate with her intense, passionate fucking.  She feels even closer to you now, her body intertwined with yours in a messy, submissive embrace.

“Yes, yes, yes… I love you daddy! You’re so fucking good!”  Sana screams. Sweat makes the friction between your bodies easier, coating the atmosphere with the delightful heat of a morning fuck. Bedding Sana’s tight pussy feels invigorating, with every squeeze of her dripping walls around you making your own balls rumble with delight.  Her eyes roll up inside her head, and she lets her tongue out as you ruthlessly bounce her on your cock. You love seeing this part of Sana, seeing her cutesy confidence crumble, her true personality revealed— a loving and obedient slut, ready to wring all the cum out of her daddy’s cock.

“FUCK! Sana, daddy’s going to fucking cum, is my favorite girl ready to receive it?” You groan, your thrusts speeding up into an unpredictable, animalistic pace. 

“Yes daddy! Fuck! Cum inside me! Let me please you! Let me take your cum like a good girlfriend, like a good slut!” Sana begs, gazing into your eyes, her wet tongue lolling out in need as her pussy tightens around you. She bucks her hips in time with your thrusts, biting her lip as her she gives you that look. The look of a woman ready to be seeded. The look of your caring girlfriend, desperate for your hot, virile seed. 

“FUCK! Take it!” You roar, grabbing Sana’s ass as you keep her pussy lips flush against the base of your shaft. Warm cum flows out of your cock, invading her pussy as she screams and squirms against you. Sana closes her eyes, shivering in orgasm as she feels your baby batter coat her insides. She slowly ruts against you, pushing you down into the soft cushion as she wrings every drop out of your tired balls. Eventually, you empty yourself inside of her, and you feel her rocking hips stop as she collapses on top of you, the warm sunlight sealing your mating in a lazy summer nap. 

As you fall asleep, you hear a sunny, familiar giggle. 

“So much for writer’s block, right darling?”