Prael's Playhouse

Kinktember Day 0: Pet Play

IVE Jang Wonyoung x male reader smut (ft. Aespa Karina)

Happy Wonyoung Day!

"Pretty," Karina begins, crossing her legs in her chair. "A little... dainty. Delicate."

There's an uneasy shift of feet beside you, the tell-tale sign of the girl beginning to falter. A smile curves on your lips. You feel her doubt-the way it hangs in the air like a thick perfume.

"I'm-" Wonyoung attempts.

Karina raises a hand, and the girl snaps her mouth shut immediately, not uttering another word. Her brows knit, as she considers the girl before her, contemplating her words carefully. "Too precious. Too soft. She would fall within a week if you're lucky. Barely make you a buck before she's gone."

Wonyoung pouts, the colour draining from her cheeks.

"She might just surprise you," you say, with your hand on Wonyoung's back and guiding her further into the room. Even with her in your hand, you still talk to Karina like she isn't there. "Who knows? I just have a good feeling."

"Never did buy much into that intuition of yours."

"I got it right with you, didn't I? How was my intuition then?"

She pulls the faintest smirk. "Boss, you know what they say about broken clocks. But, okay, humour me." Karina straightens in her seat, narrowing her gaze on Wonyoung and her soft right ear twitches. "What makes her special?"

The room is quiet, and you can feel the tension as both women stare at one another. Karina assesses every little detail of the girl that she can. Wonyoung fiddles with her fingers as a nervous sweat decorates her brow. She does her best to stare straight into Karina's eyes and not give her the satisfaction of letting her know her heart is threatening to rip through her chest at any second.

You curl your fingers against Wonyoung's back as you explain, "She certainly looks the part. Wouldn't you agree that Wonyoung here has beauty?"

"Beauty means nothing to a roomful of wolves," Karina answers.

"She has experience, some. The application stated plenty of casual personal encounters."

She waves her hand dismissively, her nails glossed in a beautiful and impeccable black. "You know that doesn't compare. Casual sex doesn't measure up against a paying client. It never has. Boss, we have standards-a reputation." Karina leans her head into her palm and rests her elbow against the armchair. A sigh leaves her lips before they are pursed and pulled into a frown. "Wonyoung?"

Karina drags the subject into the conversation for the first time, and as the name leaves her tongue, Wonyoung flinches at the mere sound, a timid voice utters the single word, "Yes?"

"How experienced are you, truly?"

"W-well," Wonyoung pauses. In those few moments when her throat struggles to create any sound, her gaze never falters as she stares directly into the piercing pair of eyes watching her every move with amusement. "I've slept around. Lots of guys actually!" She sounds almost erratic, pausing before firing out a sentence. "And I'm good. Really good!"

Karina laughs softly, leans forward a little and her tail rises behind her, curling in the air. "Please, cutie. Cheap flings don't compare here. We want professionals-experts."

"I know what I can do." There's some bite in her now. Spunk and gumption. The longer Wonyoung keeps eye contact with Karina, the more comfortable she grows in her skin.

Karina laughs.

Not at the attempt, but rather at the whole thing. A true, genuine, laugh, with her shoulders bobbing as she throws her head back, her sharp canines catching the light overhead, glinting brilliantly. Even you are tempted to smile. The mirth in this exchange. It doesn't quite make it out when Karina's expression darkens, and the low and velvety purr of her voice rings out. "Yeah? And what can you do?"

"Anything," is Wonyoung's pride-filled retort.

Karina climbs with feline elegance to her feet. "Is that so? Not everything, I think." A mocking pout forms on the woman's face. "Maybe you're the kind of cat that thinks she's all that, but would cower the second she's presented with a real test."

Karina's figure fills out her leather outfit in every way imaginable. The black latex fits like a second skin, following the contours and curves of her shapely figure without a crease or fold to be seen. Leather straps cross over her bust, pulled taught by the size of them as her cleavage is put on display, held tight together by the tiny ring resting at her collar. Her hips sway hypnotically, her boots thudding loudly against the floor as she walks towards you both.

"Tell me, Wonyoung," her voice is so smooth and charming. The kind of tone that would convince any girl that anything she ever says is something to take hold of, "Is this something you really want?"

Wonyoung finds her resolve. No trembling lip, no fear in her eyes. Nothing to indicate her hesitation or how uncomfortable she had been mere seconds ago. She has her head high, and she's staring back at Karina as her cheeks turn a wonderful shade of rose. "I want it."

"Then let me tell you how it's going to go. Right here, right now," Karina walks into the centre of the room. All the furniture and decorations blend into the background, no longer of importance or existence because of the sheer power that woman holds. In the middle, there's just her-dominating everything and commanding the full attention of all present. "You're going to show us what you got."

Karina flicks her tail to one side, a curious brow raised. "Begin."

You've watched so many girls do this, many to the best of their abilities, with determination etched into every line of their faces. The conviction in their desire to please the boss and achieve what no others had.

Wonyoung steps forward, or rather struts, between you and Karina. She looks back and forth, a sultry smile on her lips and bedroom eyes. There's this little black crop top, and so easily does she lift it from her torso and over her head. All in one motion, revealing her black lace brassiere-small and cute, and a little bit sheer. Her miniskirt follows suit, taking some effort with the size and snug fit of the article before she wiggles free from its grasp and you're greeted with her matching panties, barely covering her ass cheeks.

Each movement she makes is deliberately sensual. Rolling her hips from side to side as she walks closer, arching her spine as she runs her fingers through her hair and tussles her locks. Standing before you with the prettiest smile on her face, Wonyoung places her arms around your neck and leans in. The closeness, the contact, and the way she lifts up onto her toes in an attempt to level herself with you is mesmerizing. Her small, delicate chest against your own. The breath escaping her nose tickles the tip of yours and your senses are overwhelmed by the subtle, fresh, sweetness of her fragrance.

"Not many girls as pretty as me, are there?" she murmurs, the tone of her voice dropping until it resembles the same charm her figure commands.

It's here she kisses you. You don't feel like you could say no even if you wanted to. But it isn't what you imagine a kiss between two strangers would be like-chaste and timid. Rather, this feels warm and inviting. The way Wonyoung presses against you, how easily she deepens the moment and parts your lips and uses her tongue and her taste dances in the inside of your mouth. This was like kissing someone you knew.

Karina interrupts the kiss, "Patience," she begins, her footsteps slowly approaching. The click and clatter of her heels fill your mind as your vision becomes swallowed in Wonyoung, hands drifting away from your neck as her fingertips crawl to the ends of your jaw and travel down the front of your shirt. "You're not ready for that just yet."

Karina presses behind her, one arm snaking its way across her stomach, the other across her chest. Wonyoung gasps into your mouth as Karina grips both her bust and stomach and forces her away.

You're left a bit breathless as your lips finally separate, and you're able to drink in a lung full of fresh air and compose yourself.

The distraction is welcomed. Wonyoung appears as windswept as you and you're happy to let the two women take centre stage. Karina has her mouth on Wonyoung's neck, whispering hot breath onto her skin, "You don't even look the part just yet, no matter how hot you are." Her ears twitch as she breathes Wonyoung in. "We don't make just anyone into a real cat, but you can wear those for now."

Karina nods to the dresser, where three items lie. Glossy, soft and synthetic. Karina draws her over and sets about fitting them to the petite girl. First the ears into her hair, a pair that almost match Karina's. And next the collar around her throat. It's black too, not shiny and fake like some Halloween costume, but dark and rich-real leather. Tight at the neck, no doubt. You can hear her gasp, catch how her jaw locks the second the straps tighten enough. There's the softest whimper that comes from her. Her lashes flutter as she catches her gaze in the mirror.

"Taken something like this before, have you?" Karina purrs into Wonyoung's ear as she reaches for the tail with the shiny metal end.

"A few," Wonyoung admits with the ghost of a moan.

"Good. Now bend over for us, will you?"

Wonyoung, holding onto the dresser for balance, arches her back. "Like this?"

"Yes," Karina nods with approval, her voice cool and calm, she has done this more times than anyone could count. You've watched it so many times, and you still can't hide the lust as the scene plays out and anticipation swells in the pit of your stomach. "Very good, princess. We'll get you the real things someday, only if you earn your place."

Karina makes the metal end slick, lubricating it from the bottle, and Wonyoung knows what's coming. She doesn't need convincing or even instruction-no, nothing of the sort. She slips her long fingers under the hem of her lace panties and drags them over her pert ass. So soft and perky. Not a blemish in sight.

"Perfect," Karina mewls as she readies the metal plug between her cheeks. There's a soft whimper and a giggle as the cold metal touches her sensitive skin, and soon she's trying her best to relax and accept the intruder. She can't hide the breath she sucks in through her teeth, nor the moan as Karina slides it to the very base. "Fuck, you're tight," Karina groans.

"Feels so good," Wonyoung whimpers, arching her back even further, her body attempting to wiggle and find more of whatever sensation it's aching for.

"Maybe there's more to you than I thought." Karina's nails graze along her curves, admiring every inch of the petite girl and the new accessories she has fitted to her body.

You're captivated. Whether the slight fogginess is from lust or just a hint of admiration, you aren't sure. And even though you're no longer the centre of her attention, Wonyoung sure looks like a beauty fit for a brothel like yours. She looks good as a cat-a natural-that much is certain, and there's no denying how bewitched you feel watching Karina caress the girl from top to bottom, the look on her face making it seem as though touching Wonyoung is such a decadent experience.

"Karina," you say sharply.

There's a grin. Something devious and a little dark on her lips, a dimple forming on the corner of her mouth, before her features smooth and her voice rings out, calm and even. "Yes, boss?"

"Make her crawl."

"As you wish." Karina leans forward, a handful of black silken hair caught between her fingers. "Crawl, pretty," her voice is barely above a whisper and her tone is oh so commanding. "Over to the boss, now."

And so, Wonyoung turns and sinks to her knees, fingertips burying into the soft red carpet. Her spine curves beautifully. Such an alluring silhouette as she gets on all fours. Her black hair drifts across the back of her shoulders as she begins moving. Her hips demand attention with each little jut and the way the fake tail brushes over her thighs.

Closer Wonyoung crawls, looking up at you with her soft brown eyes. Your pulse quickens in anticipation as she nears. Hunger bubbles inside of you. The arousal almost takes control of every last shred of sanity that exists within the confines of your head when she begins to paw up your leg.

Wonyoung lets out a soft purr and says, "I'll make you feel so good."

"So good..." you echo her words. Wonyoung rubs her cheek against the inside of your leg, much like a feline would. You smile to yourself, an encouraging gesture to the girl who looks up with eager eyes. You place your hand against her head and softly stroke her, running your fingers through her lush black hair. She claws at the fabric.

"Take those clothes off for me, sir." Wonyoung stops, sits back on her haunches, and waits. Her words were polite but the look on her face makes sure you obey. For a moment you throw Karina a side-eye, capturing her look of approval.

"Wonyoung, I-"

"I'm hungry. Feed me." Her words, a deep growl from the depths of her stomach. Wonyoung moves into place, leaning in and burying her face against your cock through your pants. "Want it." Wonyoung pawed at you, demanding a way in.

You help her with the buttons, then the zip, and as you pull it down, Wonyoung tries harder and harder to bury her face in your lap, purring and whimpering as her cute black cat ears swish and flick in her hair.

"My," Karina laughs softly, leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest and watching intently with that same enthralled look on her face, "Such an impatient thing you are."

You chuckle to her, running your hand over the top of Wonyoung's head and teasing behind her ear as you gaze at the beautiful dark locks cascading over her shoulders. She is perfect.

That's all the encouragement she needs. Wonyoung grips the top of your trousers, claws into the fabric, and yanks. Underwear too, gone. Breathing heavy with your length hard and in her hand, she has that playful look in her eye. And play, she does. Her tongue laps at the tip of your length, your cock jumps under her touch, the purr in her throat turning to a light groan. Her saliva gets everywhere, her lips, her cheeks, her chin, running down her neck; all courtesy of how she rubbed your cock over her face between licks.

Her lipstick smudges, light pink smears staining her face, and her eyelids become heavy as lust consumes her body. She wraps her hand around the base of your cock. Staring directly into your eyes and her own filled with a hungry flame. "Feed me," she whines with her tongue wrapped around you. "This kitty needs some milk."

She moans as she stretches her mouth wide around you. She can't even fit half of you in her mouth and she gags a little as she bobs, but her enthusiasm is certainly there.

"Looks like she has a lot of energy," Karina summarises perfectly perfectly. Wonyoung moves her head quickly on your cock, driving her hands along your shaft in time, massaging with a hard stroke. You find yourself petting her with encouragement, wanting to guide her but not interfere, wanting to assist but not manipulate.

"Makes up for technique with enthusiasm," you say in agreement as she stops and nuzzles the bottom of your length, kissing, licking, stroking and staring up at you. She makes a point of doing it as sensually as she can, even trying her best to make her meows and moans suggestive, hoping to draw more of a reaction.

Karina moves to the floor-fast and with a purpose-then crawls behind Wonyoung. In a blur of motion, Karina delivers a sharp smack to Wonyoung's cute butt and then presses herself against her. Wonyoung squeals before quickly melting into Karina's embrace, welcoming a few kisses and then an instruction. "If you want to be in control, you have to suck dick right. The energy is cute, but..."

Karina reaches out and grips your cock firmly in her hand. She slides Wonyoung aside and takes her place at your feet. Wonyoung's doe eyes blink quickly and she watches Karina put her experience into action.

"You need confidence. You need to be in control." Karina twists her hand as she ever so slowly pushes it down your cock and you let out a soft hiss. Karina has done this dance many a time before. Her thumb and forefinger a snare wrapped around you. "Every little movement can send a guy wild. Play it right..."

Karina moves her fingers back up. It is slow, agonising, and your hand twitches with desire as you fight the urge to reach out and grab her-to take matters into your own hands.

"...And you'll have him wrapped around your little finger. See, every guy wants one thing. What does a guy want, do you think?"

Wonyoung is snapped out of her sex-laced trance. Her words sultry as she answers, "They just want to cum."

"Right. And they need to know that you're going to decide when they're allowed to cum. We might be the pets, but for the sake of the fantasy, we need to own them." Karina kisses your tip lightly. "Tease him. You have to know where the boundaries are, then you learn how far you can push without him going over."

You breathe out sharply and squirm.

"The orgasms we grant and the orgasms we deny, they'll never forget us," Karina smirks and drags her tongue up, from the base, over the sensitive underside. She swirls it around a couple times, fluttering it over your most sensitive parts, and a jolt shoots up your spine.

Wonyoung entwines her hand with Karina's around you, mirroring the pace, a steady climb that puts you in a hypnotic trance. The two work their hands around you until their rhythm becomes one. And as Karina pulls back, Wonyoung moves to the head to resume her sucking.

"It's all in the tongue, Wonyoung." Karina encourages then she giggles as you groan and you sink further and further into Wonyoung as she swirls her tongue. "Build up to it, start slow. Then faster. Slow it down. Speed it up."

Wonyoung followed every instruction with aplomb, she paid attention to every slight movement that you made. Each buck of the hip, every subtle change in breath, a tense in your thigh or an adjustment of your hips, a flexing of fingers; they were all picked up and used. Wonyoung swapped between rolling your cock over her tongue, sucking lightly on your tip to taking you deep. Sometimes, as her head bobbed faster, she would suddenly pull away which left you searching for her touch.

It was and still is just as Karina explained to her, "React to every action he makes. Feel it all. Keep him balanced so delicately on the edge of satisfaction. That's a big responsibility we have on our shoulders here. Men are needy and sloppy. So messy. This is how we take control."

It goes on and on, Karina teaching Wonyoung everything about giving head and you are the willing recipient of her practice. It has become a coy game, she teases you back and forth to the point of wanting to ram her skull all the way down-anything for that release-then back to pained patience. Over and over she has you right there, ready to finish, just for her to steal it away from you.

"Look at him," Karina says. "He's all yours. He wants you so badly that he will do anything you tell him to. That's control. Go on, Wonyoung. Tell him what you want."

Wonyoung looks up at you, her pretty, sweet smile turns devious, then sadistic. There was something deliciously wicked in the spark of mischief as she waited to command you.

"Beg. Beg this kitty to take your milk."

"Please," you shudder the word out.

"A little louder. I didn't hear you."

"Please..." your voice cracks.

"Tell me what you want."

"Please," you choke out. "Let me feed this kitten."

And so, she does. Her lips wrapped tightly around the tip, her hand cupping your sack as she slowly started to move again. Up, then down, each time she pushes further than before.

"Here," Karina murmurs and slides her hands along Wonyoung's ass while looking at you. "Feed this kitty."

You can't hold it anymore. You need it. Everything is building up far too fast, it is unbearable. Wonyoung smiles as you throb, ready, watching her. She knows you're about to fill her pretty mouth, so you do. You unload into her and her smile grows wider and wider. Her eyes, gleaming in delight, gaze up into yours, encouraging more and more, her tongue hungrily savouring the thick creamy warmth you're feeding her. She mews happily as if she had been starving for the longest time and all she had ever craved was here in her mouth.

"Look at that boss, not a drop spilled." Karina giggles and you shoot a glare in her direction. "Maybe she isn't entirely useless when I'm here to guide her."

Wonyoung pulls her mouth from you, satisfied you have given her all you can. With her mouth full, she tilts her head back and opens wide, showing you a mouth full of cum. Quickly she closes, swallows, and opens again. Completely clean. You let out an unsteady sigh and caress her cheek with your thumb.

"Have I earned my place here?" Wonyoung bats her lashes, flirtatiously looking between you and Karina.

"Please," Karina cuts in. "You have to show more than that."

Wonyoung turns her gaze back at you. The lust hasn't faded from those eyes; her body hasn't relaxed, no. If anything, her shoulders seem more taut.

Karina caresses Wonyoung from the back down to her thighs. She kneels behind her. Karina presses her lips against the shell of her ear, whispering a question. "Kitten needs to show she can ride a big, hard cock, first."

Wonyoung is staring directly into your eyes. "Please can I ride your big, hard cock, boss?"

She is cute. Flashing those doe eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. Pupils dilating, mouth already red and abused. No way can you resist her when she says things like that. So with a finger under her chin, you guide her up and she stands. She's silently against you, and you put your finger between her legs.

Her face twists in pleasure and she holds her breath. With her panties soaked through, Wonyoung tensed.

"Do you want this, kitten?" you whisper hot and low.

"So fucking bad."

Within seconds you're clambering onto the bed, falling you your back and Wonyoung is crawling onto the bed over and licking her lips. Her nimble fingers start to work at the buttons of your shirt and then Karina joins to make sure you're fully undressed.

"Panties off," Karina commands. "Show us that pretty pussy."

Wonyoung is fiddling with her underwear and once it comes off, she flips herself around, positioning herself above you. Her cute ass staring at you with the tail slipped between, back arched, and hips raised high. You almost lose yourself when you gaze up, getting a glorious view of her shaved pussy.

Wonyoung is positively dripping at this point. You can smell, almost taste, her sweet juices. "What a tight little cunt, isn't it boss?"

Watching makes you harder-impossibly so-as Karina plays with Wonyoung's folds, flicking her clit with a finger and pressing her hole gently. Her slick drenches Karina's hand in seconds. You watch and listen as the moans rise from deep in Wonyoung's chest.

The saliva thickens. Lust pulses.

"I think Wonyoung is ready, boss." Karina meets your gaze.

"Let's see how good she can service a client."

Wonyoung crawls around on the bed, throwing a leg over your hips and straddling you.

Karina joins her, perching over her shoulder and cupping Wonyoung's cute tits. Wonyoung takes great effort to tease you, grinding her pussy onto your sensitive flesh, smearing her lust on you. There's something special about how the lips of her pussy cradle your cock and it takes a lot of self-control to stop yourself from simply reaching out, grabbing those narrow hips and throwing her into the bed.

"Now, Wonyoung," Karina purrs as she whispers into the crook of her neck. "All the guys who come here, they expect the best. The prettiest girls, the best service and most importantly: mind-blowing sex." Karina drags her claws over Wonyoung's flawless thighs, spreading them wider as she positions her towards you. Karina plants a soft kiss just below Wonyoung's ear and pushes Wonyoung forward, settling the dark-haired girl on top of you. "I want you to ride him and make a show of it. We love having the spotlight don't we Wonyoung?"

"You could have anyone in the world," the brunette grasps hold of your girth and pushes her slick wetness onto you. "But, you'll never, ever..." Wonyoung emphasises those last two words. "Find a pussy as tight as mine again. And tonight, this kitten is going to drain you."

She grips your cock firmly between her dripping folds, teasing your tip at her entrance. Her petite body is on the cusp of sinking down onto you. Wonyoung puts one hand on your chest and the other guides you in.

Inch by glorious inch, Wonyoung engulfs you. Those petals blooming, folding perfectly around you like the most decadent flower. The honey flows forth as she lets out a moan, sinking and welcoming you into that space inside her that you had craved.

Wonyoung mewls, "Oh God, y-you feel... fucking... ah... perfect."

There's a tightness like no other you can describe, and she wraps so wonderfully around you. She has her weight forward on her knees as she starts to rock her hips, she's a petite little thing but there's power in her slender figure and she's easily finding a rhythm. Wonyoung has an incredible body, with legs long and graceful, a smooth tummy with a gentle hourglass shape. And this perfect body is riding you so gracefully.

It's hard to imagine Wonyoung in a typical setting with typical hobbies. This suits her so well, she's exactly where she belongs; in this world of sex and lust with no consequences. She's a natural, just as her application had stated. Her motions, her seduction, all of it seems to just flow without any force behind it.

Wonyoung raises her arms above her head. Her hips grind sensually to music that isn't playing. You trace the curves of her stomach as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

She presents every sinful inch of her body for you to indulge in and her movements, the way she angles and rotates her hips, and every noise, groan and whine, they're all so vivid, and passionate. There is no shame nor hesitation in her actions.

Your hands travel, the skin of her thighs so silky smooth and her body toned to perfection. Wonyoung gyrates, a slow, rolling dance of pleasure as your tip pokes against her deepest spot. You trace her muscles, the definition of her abdominal region, she is fit, flawless. Then her hipbones. You hold tightly onto her waist, guiding her as you drive upwards. Her walls clutch tight around you, clinging to every ridge, every vein and she can't stop moaning.

"Faster."

It's an effort just to mutter that single syllable, especially as you struggle to draw air into your lungs as her rocking turns frantic and she obeys so willingly, bouncing faster. The tension and pressure build even quicker, and a fierce fire swirls deep inside your stomach as your skin burns and your muscles tighten.

Karina teases, "Tell me how good she is boss."

"So fucking good," you breathe. Wonyoung starts circling and twirling her hips to change up the sensation, something you're not used to and definitely enjoying. The soft whines escape from her lips, along with her ragged breaths, and every moment sends another shot of ecstasy surging through you.

"I think I like this one," Karina says as she runs her hands down Wonyoung's waist. "She has all the talent and can't deny it, plus she looks damn pretty with a fat dick buried deep into her tight pussy."

"She makes me want to cum," is your praise. Wonyoung takes it as an encouragement to thrust her hips even faster. The springs of the bed moan in unison with the girl. Karina puts pressure on her back, pushing Wonyoung forward, closer to you, and the brunette extends her hands towards your shoulders to steady herself as her pace is now completely frantic. "Keep this going," you order, "Just a little longer."

Karina swoops forward with her tongue, licking along the outline of Wonyoung's spine and nipping along her lower back. This action causes the girl above to buck and quiver, her entire body convulsing in an apparent climax and her speed quickens, and the pressure becomes tighter and tighter.

"We can make her into a fine catgirl, boss. Right away, what do you say?" Karina stares at you intensely, her hands slipping underneath Wonyoung, claws into Wonyoung's cute tits, cupping them with the black lacy material pulled tightly across the swollen nubs. She squeezes and pinches them through the fabric.

Wonyoung pours forth a stream of whines and squeaks of delight and Karina is right: with a little refinement and fine-tuning-and the proper transformation-Wonyoung will be a great addition to the Playhouse.

But, before that can happen, this kitten needs one more thing. A pussy full of cum.

"Gonna cum for our precious new catgirl, boss? Let this kitty milk you nice and dry," Karina rubs along Wonyoung's lithe frame. "This naughty cat is practically begging for it."

Karina's lips curve and there's a glimmer in her eyes as you grunt an affirmative response. Wonyoung's innermost walls tremble and clamp down hard on your cock.

"You want it, don't you Wonyoung?" Karina hums softly and sinks her teeth into her shoulder.

Wonyoung whimpers out a soft plea, "Inside me, cum inside please."

That's all you need to hear, and you stop holding back. Let her riding and her desire send you over the edge. Your hands grip tight on her slender legs as you erupt deep inside her. Marking her. Making her one of the girls.

"That's it," Karina encourages with that sexy purr in her tone. "Poor thing has worked so hard for the privilege."

Wonyoung squirms between the two of you, feeling you fill her and the satisfaction it brings her. Wonyoung goes rigid when you pour the last of your passion into her. When the high is fading and the burn becomes too much and the nerves are shot, you ease Wonyoung off you.

Karina takes her, guiding her trembling figure onto the bed next to you.

"Rest," Karina whispers as she places soft kisses across Wonyoung's chest and over her abdomen. "Just lay down for a moment, recover."

Karina's feline movements are always a marvel to watch. The grace and precision with which she can move her body makes it seem impossible. The girl is completely without peer and possesses more skill, aptitude, and athleticism than many could ever wish. She crawls over Wonyoung, over her arms and torso, legs stretched over the younger girls, Karina positions herself between Wonyoung's legs and dips to begin lapping at Wonyoung's cunt. The action has the dark-haired beauty gasping and trying to grip onto something, the sheets, your arm, anything.

The beautiful melody of Wonyoung's voice dances along every nerve in your body. Karina is busy lapping the taste of you and Wonyoung combined together, devouring the mix that the two of you had created.

"Wonyoung," you whisper.

"Y-yes, sir?" her breath hitches from Karina's expert tongue.

"How do you feel?"

She is flushed from cheek to chest. Her sweat glistens under the lamplight. Hair, matted in strands across her forehead. Wonyoung gives an exhaled chuckle.

"Like I'm where I belong." Wonyoung reaches to hold Karina's head, stroking her just behind the ears, where you know she really loves it. "I never want to leave."

"I'm sure you're going to be a popular girl, do you think you can handle that?"

Wonyoung twists and bucks as Karina's talented mouth works between her thighs, she replies while barely coherent, "I can. I want to."

"And becoming a real catgirl? Like Karina here?"

"It would be a privilege."

Wonyoung bites her lip as the purr emanates from her throat. Karina stops her licking for a moment just to look up at you both and say, "I like her." Her ear twitches and her tail sways in the way they always do when Karina is happy.

Birthday Blues

Kinktember Day 1: Breeding

IVE An Yujin x male reader smut

words: 3,275 Kinktember Masterlist

Happy Yujin Day!

"It's a total disaster."

It is. It really fucking is.

"Babe, I think if I try to eat that then I'm going to break my teeth, and I don't think any of those are supposed to be that colour." Yujin points to what was supposed to be roasted vegetables, but now, well, they barely even resemble what went in. "I think the police would call this attempted murder."

"But the rice? The rice turned out okay." You gesture to it, and, if there's any possible credit to be given here, you didn't find a way to ruin that.

"Seriously, I'm amazed." Yujin walks through the kitchen, "No really, this is so awful, how did you do it?"

"Honestly? I think the recipe is wrong."

"You're an idiot." Yujin leans up on her toes and presses a kiss to your cheek. "An amazing, well-meaning, adorable idiot."

"Ugh, Yujin... I'm sorry. I ruined everything."

"So maybe your cooking attempts were a disaster." Yujin looks over the food again. "But you tried, for me, and I love you for that." She smiles and it slowly becomes a ponderous look."Can I be honest?"

"What is it?" you say, resting your arms around her waist.

"I already ate. The company put on this whole spread. So, in a way, I'm grateful you ruined it so we can just skip onto whatever you have planned next?"

"Next would be cake and, um, I tried, you know, like really tried."

"Where is it?" Yujin asks, stifling a laugh.

You nod toward the trashcan and Yujin leans her head against your shoulder and starts to laugh. She wraps her arms around you, pulls you into her and kisses you, once, gently.

"God I love you." She kisses you again. "Even if you are so incredibly useless sometimes, you have no idea how happy you make me." She tugs her body tighter to yours. "So let's imagine you didn't ruin it all, and I've just eaten a wonderful meal and an absolutely mouth-watering birthday cake, what would you do next?"

"Well I picked out a few movies you might enjoy, or failing that, I would probably kiss you," you answer and Yujin responds with a soft smile.

"Kiss me? Yeah? Then what?" she whispers.

"Then maybe I would..." Your voice trails off as you slide a hand down to her ass.

Yujin hums a quiet noise of agreement, leaning her body against your own. "Yeah? Then what, Babe? Then what?" Her lips graze your ear, "Tell me."

She sounds like warm honey, thick and rich and so enticing that you feel a shiver run from the small of your back, and up over your shoulders and a thought is falling from your lips before you could even fully consider the ramifications of it, "Then I'd take you to bed and I'd eat that pretty pussy of yours till you scream."

"Oh? Would you now? Sounds... fun..." There's a shift to her tone and, perhaps even a darker, needier edge and she meets your eye with the playful smirk that sent your pulse racing the night you first met her. "Well since I'm the only edible thing here, how about we skip right to that?"

With that you sweep her off of her feet, hoisting her legs around your hips as you push a trail of kisses up the side of her neck. Her fingernails sink into your shoulders, and she huffs a breathless laugh while kissing your ear as you carry her out of the kitchen. You stumble through the apartment in a mess of heated kisses and groping hands. By the time you make it through to your room and throw her back on the bed, you're both a little breathless. She lands with her legs spread apart, and with a lingering kiss, and a flash of that daring smirk.

You drop onto your knees at the foot of your bed and reach for her shorts. "Someone looks hungry," Yujin teases as you slip her shorts and panties over her thighs.

"One of us didn't have dinner tonight," you answer and trail wet kisses along her thigh, guiding her shorts the rest of the way off.

"Sounds like someone..." Yujin gasps as you wrap your hands around her thighs and drag her down the bed to your waiting mouth. "Should hurry up and eat."

Yujin spreads her legs wide, raising her feet into the air, and you can see her dripping slit in the blue light pouring through the bedroom window. "Fuck." You whisper, breathing hot air onto her thighs before licking her soft flesh. She twitches under your touch, arching her body up as you trail higher up her thigh. You can already smell the heady musk of her arousal.

With a rough grab to the outside of her thigh, you shift and slide your tongue up along Yujin's lips, tasting her sex in a single, hot stripe, sending the wet warmth of your tongue up from her hole and over her clit. You watch the way Yujin shivers, the way her body responds, with a tug and a moan. You repeat the gesture, sliding your tongue upwards once more, sucking and pulling her needy pussy into your mouth.

"Holy fuck..." Yujin mutters, tipping her head back into your bed.

You lose yourself, diving deep, consuming Yujin's wetness and sucking and licking while her voice fills the bedroom, breathy and sensual, mixing in with the sound of your sloppy work. You work a finger to her lips, swirling it over her hole, listening to the way her moans deepen and she bucks her body up against you. She feels tighter than usual. Less yielding and more demanding, Yujin looks down at you, lips parted and whispering curses to the night. You press deeper, circling the tip of your index finger inside her entrance while pressing wet kisses up the inside of her thighs.

"If this is how you're going to make it up to me, can you burn a meal every night?" Yujin says with a sultry look and tone.

"Every single night," you breathe and sink a finger deeper inside her, curling it while you press your lips to her clit. You keep steady and precise with the movement of your tongue, focusing it on her clit. Every touch makes Yujin twitch or moan or grasp for something to hold onto, and her taste, oh god her taste is almost enough to send your head spinning.

"I want to-" Yujin groans out as a wave of pleasure comes over her. "Ride your face. C- Can I-"

You give a wordless reply. Pulling off her and watching a trail of saliva mix with Yujin's dripping excitement. A faint blush forms on Yujin's cheeks and she nods, her thighs already quivering in anticipation as you lie on the bed beside her. Her soft brown eyes fix on yours as you wait, staring up, entranced as her long, tan legs straddle your chest.

Yujin grinds herself forward until your tongue comes up and brushes across her skin. With her hands braced on the mattress at either side of your head, she lowers herself a little closer to you.

Your eyes roll back a little when she shifts her weight, and her body comes down and seals her thighs tightly against the sides of your head. Suddenly your world becomes her thighs, her pussy, and the sounds and scents that drive you wild. When the hot flesh of her sex first grinds down onto your mouth and nose, your senses come alive and she begins slow.

"O-Oh... Yes, Oh fuck," Yujin gasps, swearing more under her breath, riding down harder, squirming against you.

Her thighs tense and twitch, threatening to crush you. With your mouth being smothered by her wetness, you work your lips and tongue without even knowing where your target is, just instinct, and hearing her moan helps guide you to the places she craves.

Your hands go to her hips. Holding her. Caressing her. Thumbs massaging into her soft skin while her body moves atop you, rutting into you. You look up at her and watch as she peels her tight top from her body. A perfect eye-line, up her abs to the little perky breasts she just revealed, and in the gap between them, her face twisted into the lewdest expression of pleasure you've ever seen.

She's absolutely relentless with how hard her thighs flex, how desperate she is, riding your tongue like she has something to prove. And through it all, her hair falling in disarray, her dark eyes glazed in lust. It's all too much. Too beautiful. Too perfect. Your breath starts getting shallower, more frantic as she uses your face as nothing more than a means to her end, a glorified sex toy to satisfy.

The way she throbs on your tongue and her moans become broken screams, you know she's getting close. The desperation in every spasmed movement tells you a thousand words-the way her nails tear into the pillows as she falls forward, and she lets out something akin to a scream as her whole body locks up. Her fingers thread tightly in your hair, keeping your mouth against her until she stops shuddering.

"Mhmm... God..." she murmurs, twitching her cunt into you as she spills out cum all over your face.

She takes a couple of moments like this, catching her breath and twitching every so often as she recovers from her explosive orgasm, her legs locking down around your face, denying any possibility of you trying to leave. Not that you would want to.

Her sweat-coated stomach heaves from exertion, and her silky-smooth skin gleams with perspiration in the warm light as she runs a hand up and over her breasts, squeezing one gently as a last sigh of pleasure leaves her lungs. Satisfied she's leaked it all for you, she lets out a deep breath. Your jaw and mouth feel raw-exhausted and aching. Yujin throws her head back, leaning back too, putting her hands by your hips.

"Wow, I can't feel my legs," she says, gazing down at you through heavy-lidded eyes. "That was a good one." She laughs gently, watching you struggling for air beneath her. "Again."

Her breathing hitches and she thrusts down against your face. Your hands latch onto her again, inviting her to do as she pleases-to use you again.

"Fuck," she moans, sinking lower, beginning to hump your mouth. You suck on her clit and a pleasant shudder works its way through her body. "I guess you'll do anything for me today."

The sounds are pure filth. Her pussy, swollen and glistening as she humps your face; the squishy wet sloppy sounds of her soaked core pushing back and forth across your lips, nose, chin, everything, driving her wild. Her breathing comes heavy through her nose, little moans working through her chest every so often, each time a fresh stream of wetness following suit.

"That's it," she groans, grinding harder, moving quicker, her legs shaking around you. Her head falls back as she wails out, "Oh god!"

This time it's so quick, she's so sensitive, her legs shake. They shake so badly that her hips falter, so you hold onto her, burying your head against her and working your tongue to bring her to another trembling orgasm. She cums into your mouth again. Yujin moans loudly as she spills onto you for the second time, coating your face, and making you work hard to keep up, drinking her down.

With the last of the pleasure fizzling out, Yujin topples to the side. Her breathing is ragged and rapid, her face flushed, but she gives you an intoxicated smile as your eyes lock.

"Just what I needed," she breathes, giggling a little.

"I hope the birthday girl isn't too tired," you say as you start pulling off your clothes in a hurried fashion.

Yujin laughs. She runs the back of her hand across her forehead, wiping some stray strands of damp hair out of the way, and then leans on her elbow while still breathing a little unsteadily, "You think I'm tired? I'm not even close to being done."

You take in a deep breath of her lingering aroma and crawl back to her. She's lying, legs spread and inviting and you fit between them like you have so many times. You could stare for hours, and every part of you wants to get lost in the contours of her body. She has so many wonderful curves; she's full and soft in the most delicious ways that the eye cannot linger long enough.

"This is your night, Yujin, how do you want it?"

"Well," Yujin drawls, stroking your dick lightly. "You know I love it when you take me from behind. Give it real rough, a 'pound-my-brains-out' kind of rough."

She speaks the request with no hint of shame. No trace of hesitance or timidness. She states exactly what she desires, in a manner befitting such a powerful woman. She uses an arm and a leg to roll you over, so she's over you, looking down and smirking.

"Come on, against the wall."

The next time you kiss her, you have her pressed between your body and the wall, her neck craned to make her lips meet your mouth, as your hands explore her body. Yujin's pushing her ass against you in a way that speaks words unsaid. She moans a little as your hardness settles in between her thighs, right where she so clearly needs it. You reach around and cup her tit-toying and pinching and exploring.

Yujin trembles, and with another, far less than subtle motion, she grinds down onto your cock, inviting you inside. You give her just a brief taste. Rubbing along her lips, drawing a wet line up her slit a couple of times, loving the way she shivers with her desire. You take hold of her hair, grabbing each of the ponytails in one hand and yanking her back. "Want it bad, huh?"

She struggles, there's a whine deep in her throat. The need to be fucked, fucked rough, the way she loves it. It's written all over her, but you want to hear it.

"How bad? Yujin, tell me," You drive your length over her hole and she squirms.

"Want to cum, over and over. Want you to cum inside me," she replies. "Now. Want you inside me now," her voice raises and her eyes close, as she sucks in a few more desperate breaths, pushing her body against you, begging for more.

You drag your cock through her wet folds again, then you fuck her. Slide right into her, stretching her open with all that she's been missing. She cries out but in the sweetest of ways.

You pull harder on her hair, push harder into her cunt, and take her against the wall with a quick and primal rhythm. Yujin grabs and squeezes your thighs behind her, pulling you deeper with every movement, making the soft little gasp that comes each time you sink into her that little bit more lewd.

With each passing second, her body heats up beneath you, and her cunt tries to cling to you whenever you pull out. She's wet. She's really fucking wet. Add the sound of her wet cunt to the clapping of hips against her ass and her moans and it becomes a symphony of sinful pleasures.

Her body wills to fall against the wall, you hold her hair to prevent it and hold her by the stomach too, reaching around and rubbing your palm across her abs. So, no matter how hard she tries to rest, you deny her. Pounding her hard and fast. Each time, you drive her a little madder, bring her a little more to the brink, you let her hang from that edge for a few moments, just enjoying the tight wetness of her cunt, her erratic, quivering little whimpers, the way she throws her head about.

"Who's a dirty girl who loves taking my cock?" you hiss into her ear.

Her tits bounce against her chest, her tongue hangs out and her eyes glaze over with lust. "I am," Yujin whines, her body straining.

You pull her harder and twist her body. "I love you like this. So filthy and wet, so hot and horny, fucking you like this really turns you on, huh?" You slam your hips down hard and she spasms a little beneath you, struggling harder against your grasp now, with an incoherent cry of bliss on her tongue.

You let loose of her hair and she throws herself against the wall, holding herself against it, supporting her body in a more comfortable position. You take your hand to her cunt, rubbing rough little circles to match your pounding rhythm. She's a complete mess now, and the loud, brazen, indecent slaps of flesh against flesh echo out. Her cunt tightens, she's on the verge, trembling against you.

So easily does Yujin cum like this, leaking over your cock, with her juices staining her thighs, her cries like nothing human. But, it's not over, you'll not allow it to end this soon. Your fucking remains relentless, and once she's on the back foot, in a daze, her mind lost to stimulation, that's the moment you slip out and guide her by her hips. Yujin only mutters quietly, and she doesn't care, perhaps doesn't even notice, that you toss her to the bed.

She's face down over the edge of the bed and you're into her again, taking her once more. Your fingers claw into her flesh and your breathing is hoarse, strained and intense as you pound the orgasm-weakened girl under you. Her ass shakes every time you thrust her full of cock, and the way her moans are reduced to utter incomprehensibility fills you with pride.

It's your gift to her, several orgasms back to back, and while her cunt trembles, clenching down around you with near-suffocating tightness, you simply fuck her harder. Until your muscles begin to cramp and until you ache and groan in pain. Your thrusts get a little sloppier, but the desire for pleasure and completion overwhelms you.

She's cum so many times that there's only one final demand she would make of you, if she can sound it out, "Inside... please... breed me..."

You take a ponytail in each hand, peeling her from the bed. "What was that, my love? Didn't quite hear."

"Inside," she pants, "Breed my pussy."

There's something incredible about the feeling when you plough the deepest, fullest strokes inside, and she cums once more, unable to control herself. And that's when you unload inside her, pumping her full, flooding her until it seeps out from around her lips; until she's left gasping for air, with a tiny shiver each time she twitches her exhausted cunt.

When your hips slow and she finally comes to a rest, still hanging over the edge of the bed with a very visible deluge leaking out of her, her eyes twitch. Her breathing becomes normal once more, and she speaks your name, calling it quietly.

You lower her down to the bed, turning her onto her back, and for a short while she remains unmoving. Her lips, her eyes, and a few other choice areas glisten with sweat in the moonlight, she looks worn. Ravaged by orgasm after orgasm.

"Happy Birthday, Baby," you say.

The whole night is for her, so when she whispers, somehow, a single word, "more," you desire to oblige her with another filthy fucking.

Cleaning Service

Kinktember Day 2: Maid Play

Aespa Karina x male reader smut

words: 4,000 Kinktember Masterlist

"Hey, babe?" You poke your head from the door of your home office. "What's with all the noise?"

Karina is hooking her head around the corner at the end of the hallway and calls back to you, "Noise? Oh, whoops! I was just sweeping the floor and dropped the brush. Sorry, sir."

"Sir?" you question under your breath as she disappears around the corner. "Whatever..." You retreat into the office once again, plopping down onto the comfy computer chair. You turn your focus back to the work documents in front of you. This lasts for all of two minutes before you hear a loud thumping noise once again from somewhere in the apartment.

You leave your chair, cross the room, and open the door, poking your head out in confusion once more. "Karina?" There is no reply. The hallway is quiet. The doors to the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen are all closed. You take a step into the hall and you're greeted by the loud scraping of furniture on the floor from the living and dining room at the far end.

You advance towards the corner in apprehension, calling out again, "Karina? What's going on?"

She is half over the dining table and looking over her shoulder. "I'm still cleaning, sir. Sorry if I'm loud. I have been told that I'm too loud with everything I do." There's a lilt in her voice on those last words. Between that and her choice of dress, it is hard not to have your mind in the gutter.

"What the hell are you wearing?" You probably intended to ask that in your own head but you couldn't help but blurt it out. In reality, it's very clear what she is wearing, the better question would have been why is she wearing it, but it's too late for that.

"Sir, this is standard dress for a maid. I am the maid you hired after all. I'm here to give your big, long... hallway a long, hard, deep clean, right after I finish here in the dining room."

At this point, you haven't made eye contact for a single second of the conversation, too drawn to how her skirt is so short that not only can you see her panties, but you can see the bare skin of her lower back above them as she bends. Your gaze wanders down the backs of her tasty thighs and the gap between them.

Karina speaks again after a soft laugh at how you seem to be stunned, "Perhaps you would like to watch me work? Make sure that I don't miss a spot and get into all these... tight spaces?"

"Karina... I have work. I have to finish this paperwork..." you respond half-heartedly.

"Okay sir, if you don't want to watch, I can just keep working on my own." As you lean back on the wall by the corner, thinking, she bends forward, so that her ass rises into the air. "I promise not to make too much noise."

Working is a fool's errand, every time you hear something outside your office, you're reminded of what Karina is up to-of her ridiculous outfit. You want to watch her. There isn't enough blood in your brain for you to think clearly. And then the door opens. Brush in hand, Karina steps into the office and bends over to run the bristles across the floor in long sweeping strokes. It is impossible not to notice the slight sway in her hips.

You look away, turn, and focus back on your work. For a brief second, anyway. Her long and slightly wavy black hair hangs in front of her shoulder as she bends over to sweep, between the locks, the white low-cut lace frills of her outfit struggle to contain her chest. It's fitted so tight that they spill over, each sweep of her arms threatening to push them free.

You can't help it anymore. You steer into the skid and fuel the roleplay. "I expect every inch of this place swept, cleaned, and shined. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir, the place has to be clean, really clean. I am here to serve you to the best of my abilities."

"Clean this desk," you instruct simply, returning to your computer screen with a smug smirk, as though you are oblivious to the real intent of your words. You aren't really oblivious to it-you're relishing it. She is likely doing the same thing, of course. This is her plan. Her choice of outfit-from the black and white dress down to the choker on her neck has an intention behind it, and there's no point pretending that she isn't trying to seduce you.

She steps over next to you, duster in hand, and with exaggeratedly graceful gestures she dusts down the desk you work at. She reaches over you, to the far side, instead of walking around, this way she can push her chest right into your face. In between writing lines in an email, you check out the cleavage just inches from you. You breathe a gentle warm sigh right onto her.

Karina whines, softly, in your ear, and then speaks, "Oh master... It looks like there's some dirt I have to clean right"-Karina reaches down below the desk to grasp your trousers, over your bulge-"here. I know just what it needs. A nice spit-shine."

"I did hire you to clean everything," you smile. Karina settles down to her knees on the floor and then crawls under your desk. You spread your legs a little more to let her inside and roll your chair forward ever so slightly. You type your email; there are so many to work through, after all.

Her hands explore over your trousers until she is firmly clasping at you, massaging through your pants. "It's so dirty down here," Karina puts a feigned whine into her voice. "I'm going to have to get in there and really make it nice and clean, master."

Karina tugs at the zipper of your trousers and pulls it down, next she has your boxer shorts tugged down as well. She cradles you in her right hand, toying, feeling it grow harder in the palm of her hand. For some time, she playfully toys and strokes, squeezing and palming and groping all over. This is heaven.

"This is a really big job, sir, I do hope it's worth a nice, big tip. The maid likes to be rewarded well." You hear and feel the giggle against your inner thigh before she runs her wet, slick tongue all the way from the base of your length right up to the head. She spits onto it and collects it with her stroking hand, creating a smooth and slippery glide.

She uses her other hand to massage your balls, cupping and stroking them. She seems to work you over for so long without making a change and it has you wondering if she intends to use just her hand all the way. Her fingertips play over your sensitive cock, teasing, working you into a fever. Your fingertips brush the keyboard, working away while your cock is worked over, a display of inhuman self-control.

"Are you going to be a good maid and clean it for me, or just play with it all day?" Your hand wanders to the top of her head to rub her.

"Sorry master, I have been known to enjoy my job a little too much at times. Don't worry, I will have your dick all cleaned and polished right away." Karina doesn't waste another second, before her mouth engulfs you, sinking down onto you, wet and soft and slippery, hotter than even the warmth of her hands had been, her lips gliding down on you and wrapping snugly.

Your fingers tap wildly over the keyboard. She runs her lips and tongue all along your shaft as she moves down and then up. Every movement causes your toes to curl, and your body to arch forward in your seat. The movements cause your hands to slow over the keyboard. "Good girl."

Karina grabs and caresses your thigh in silent appreciation. It tickles more than anything, making you writhe ever so slightly, but that just sends you deeper into the warmth and wetness. It is absolute bliss, the smooth, warm feeling enveloping your entire shaft.

Her hands kneed your upper thighs as she pushes her head down all the way, before coming up to gasp for air, catching her breath, and then descending back onto you with eagerness. In a moment like this, you can feel every little thing she shoes with her mouth. She plays her tongue over your tip and you grip the keyboard as if you plan to twist it in half. You stare straight ahead blankly, knowing that if you were to look down, you would be a lost cause.

That tongue swirls and twists around the head, a feat that cannot go unacknowledged. You reach down with one hand and tangle up in her soft, silken black hair and push her harder. It's all the direction she needs as she brings the full heat and pressure of her mouth down into your lap, bobbing up and down rapidly. She is drooling all over you. Your fingers are gently caressing her as her tongue draws all sorts of sensations over your flesh.

At last, the task is done and you hit enter and fire off your email. Just in time to grip the arm of your chair. " Fuck..." you exhale under your breath. Karina hums happily as your cock hits the back of her throat, sending ripples through you, driving you ever closer. Harder she sucks, desperate to suck you clean. Your mouth goes dry, and a violent shiver courses through your body, toes and fingers tingling. "I'm going to..." you exhale as a shiver rushes over you, eyes widening, pleasure mounting, peaking.

You tremble. Then, your eyes shut and you squeeze into a fistful of hair. You let out a low, long growl and thrust your hips forward, grunting. You cum, right down the back of Karina's throat, and she works you the entire time, sucking down every drop of you into herself. This is ecstasy. You could float right up away through the roof and into the sky at any minute.

Karina bobs her head for a short time, the intense sensitivity is almost unbearable, every second, every stroke is an overload to your system, but she won't give in into you have released every drop. Finally, she pulls her mouth away. Your whole body sags in relief as Karina leans her face against your thigh. "I trust my work has satisfied?" she whispers, and all you can do is nod. "Then I should continue my other tasks."

Karina crawls out from under your desk, and as she stands, she wipes around her mouth with her fingers. Her lip gloss is smeared at the sides of her lips, her cheeks reddened and her hair messy, but she still gives you the most beautiful smile. She stands straight and neatens her dress.

"Where was I... Ah, yes, I should dust the shelves. Sir." You roughly pull up your trousers and underwear and watch as Karina retrieves her duster and sets about her work. You look back at your screen but she's still there in the periphery, standing on her tiptoes as she dusts, the hem of her little dress not even half-covering her perky ass. "Don't let me distract you, sir, work hard. Really, really hard."

What else were you meant to do? You watch Karina as she dances around, dusting in a way that doesn't even clean anything. Everything else has become unimportant, apart from the curves of her body moving in front of you. You could sit there all day, watching her, and, well, that's probably just what Karina wants. She has effectively just said don't try to do any work, sit there and think about fucking me instead.

A few emails later she's still there, leaning to reach the lower shelves, arching her back and showing you everything. Your commitment wanes by the second, just staring, thinking and wanting, it's like torture. "How can I focus while you're just there? In front of me?" You ask her directly at last, leaving your chair, walking past and watching her over her shoulder, pressing a kiss onto the side of her neck.

"What's wrong, sir? Have I done something wrong? Please don't fire me, I'll do anything." You stand directly behind her, nose in her neck, your hands resting on her hips, before sliding down and cupping her round ass. Karina fakes a stammer in her voice, "Sir, that's... that's..."

She doesn't resist. Your hands slip between her legs and stroke her underwear. You can feel how wet she is by just grazing over her. "I didn't hire you to be pretty, slutty and wet, you know? I hired you to work."

Karina pushes back into you, grinding against your fingers, wanting more than a tease. "Sir, I thought those were the only reasons you hired me."

You grip the band of her panties, before tugging them down her thighs. Karina grips the bookshelf, pushing her ass out towards you. "You really want to earn a tip?"

"Yes sir, a big, hard, throbbing, long tip..." Karina purrs, squirming against you, trying to get some stimulation where she needs it most, pushing her wet slit back towards you.

You plant one firm palm between her shoulder blades, using a hard force to pin her against the bookcase. Your fingertips travel down between her legs and you slip one inside her, causing her to inhale sharply through clenched teeth.

You follow this with another. They slide right in with a groan. You whisper in her ear, "How can a maid clean when she is so dirty? Look at the mess you are dripping down your leg." You say that with a tinge of aggression even if you're really happy about it. "It's going to get on my floor. The very floor you should be keeping clean."

"I can mop it all up. I'm so sorry." Her voice is an irresistible plea as you massage her soaked insides. "You can even make a mess of me if you want, then I will clean it all up. You will think I'm the very best maid."

"Want to be a good maid?" You spit onto the floor by her foot. "Get down there and clean that up. Quick." Karina immediately descends and begins licking your saliva off the floor.

You lower to your own knees, right behind her, and push your trousers down again, pulling your hardened, still-wet, cock free once more. Karina's licks are frantic-even if there's nothing left on the floor, you order her to continue until it's spotless while you take hold of her hips in a firm, dominant grasp.

You guide her body as needed as you press yourself against her pussy, running your stiffened cock over her flesh. "You clean that floor well and I'll give you a very... very big tip."

"Yes sir," is a repeated series of eager replies punctuated by soft groans, as you grind your shaft against her, lubing yourself up with her sticky juices. She shudders in your grasp and quivers every time the tip of your cock brushes across her clit.

Her attention falters with each one, causing her tongue to get slower. "Keep... Cleaning. You're not done yet." You hold your cock right at her entrance, and she pushes back, a subtle attempt to get you in her, she gets as much as the first inch before you pull back out.

Karina cries out at the teasing, "Nooo, please, put it inside me, sir." She glances back at you, and there's a glaze over those hazel eyes. Desperation.

"Keep licking," you tease Karina, pushing the head of your cock into her and out, never quite fucking her but driving her crazy. "Show me how clean you can get my floor. Then I'll fuck you... Hard... You want that, don't you?"

"Yes," she pants and shivers, unable to even formulate more of a sentence.

You reach up for the back of her dress, the black fabric held together by a white string, which you easily pull free. You keep pulling and it all unwinds from her, exposing her beautiful pale skin down to her lower back. Her breathing speeds as the reality sets in, you're taking control, pulling off her clothing, baring her. You grab the dress, yanking it down her body, and she doesn't even wear a bra so those heavy tits hang freely.

You return a palm to her upper back, pinning her to the floor. You readjust your position behind her.

Now she is near-nude, pressed flush against the cold and wet floor, and you're leaning over her. You steady your grasp back on her waist, taking her firmly. "What do you want?"

"I want payment for my services, sir, in the form of a big, hot load in my slutty, little pussy," Karina moans. She feels vulnerable now, underneath you as you lean over her back.

You begin to press inside her, feeling all of that clinging wetness, hearing her little noises. Slowly at first, before increasing your intensity, driving inside of her all the way. As you do, you speak over her, "Paid in sex? Paid in cum? And where will it go after we're done?"

"I'll keep it inside me, sir, so there's no mess. You can even dump it all inside my ass, and then I will make sure it all stays there." Karina quivers under you, her back is so slender and delicate, smooth as silk. You run your fingers across her spine and see her skin ripple and her butt rise slightly upwards in response.

"Think I might just do that then..." You begin to build up a rhythm inside her, picking up momentum. She seems so delicate and weak under you, everything Karina usually is not. She's whimpering already, a sign of how desperately horny she is, how she wants to be yours. You grip the soft flesh of her ass and then give a slap with your palm, leaving a red mark.

"Thank you, sir." There's a sincere sense of submission in Karina, which you drink up. She enjoys this change of pace just as much as you do.

You slip a thumb between her cheeks and run it up and down her crack. You prod her hole, eliciting another high-pitched whine from her lips and her insides tighten around you which feels fucking amazing. You gather more of the sticky juices leaking down from her pussy, moistening your thumb further and begin pressing your finger more firmly into her, inching the first knuckle up inside her ass.

With each press inside, a squeal leaves her lips, though her words beg for more, "Give me more, sir, don't stop, it's so good... Thank you!"

Karina is reacting like crazy, it is unlike her to be this sensitive, in the moment, she doesn't allow anyone to control her, but this is everything to her now. You push deeper into her, and deeper, and with a little more resistance, all the way inside. Now you're pressed to the hilt, all the way inside Karina's pussy, and thumb-deep inside her ass at the same moment, drawing more delicious, delicate noises from her, turning your beautiful domineering woman into a helpless mess of blissful whimpers.

Keeping your length inside her, you work your thumb with a twist and a push and you let your spit spill onto her hole, slicking it and making the movement smoother. You use your spare hand to brush over the cheeks and grope. Karina trembles violently, moaning, pushing herself backwards on your digit. She loves having you deep inside her like this, both holes stuffed.

There are so many things that you could say, so many taunts, so many vulgar things, but to bask in the revelry of Karina being a messy submissive girl is to not even need to say them, her expressions, noises, reactions and the pure depravity of it are more than enough for you. This is it.

This is it.

You pull from her cunt and cock back your thumb, ready to replace it with all the pumped-up eagerness of a man possessed, and then you spread her wide. Little to stop you as you slide forward, plunging into the warm and snug grip of her ass. She cries out in response to your breach, making those cute, sexy noises all over again, as you slowly slide into her, gritting your own teeth and groaning as you bury yourself completely within the grip of Karina's asshole, every bit as intense and delightful as you knew it would be.

"God you've got the best ass," you say with a growl. "Fit to take everything I have."

Karina could say anything, sarcastic or clever, or maybe something born out of depravity, but she can barely summon up anything more than an approving murmur. The kind of sound a girl makes when her mind isn't here anymore, focused on a single, wonderful feeling-being stuffed and stretched out.

Your hands caress the supple skin of Karina's ass as you begin to withdraw, holding the soft flesh between your fingers and taking handfuls of her.

Karina clutches, clawing at the floor, but says nothing, letting the sensations take her away, overwhelmed. Just her moans and the deep gasping breath through her nose as you roll your hips into her, grinding and stroking over her and causing her to go so rigid and tense. Her eyes roll back as you lose yourself within her.

A rhythm forms and you're barrelling towards giving her the mess she wants inside her ass. She strains to say, "Fuck my ass. Fuck it. Fuck it and then fill it. Want you so deep. Want all that cum."

Your fingernails dig in, gouging red scratches on her pale ass cheeks as you squeeze her tighter. Karina's hole grows snugger and hotter by the second as if the warmth and depth were begging for what Karina had voiced-an ass full of cum. You certainly want that, and the faster and rougher your hips work the closer it is. "Love filling all your tight holes."

"Do it, cum," Karina moans.

Hard and fast it arrives, the need that you can't prevent. You erupt within her. Violent spasms accompany your filling of her ass, of what must be the most satisfying, taboo orgasm of your life (so far). She takes it all so beautifully, moaning and squealing as she fills up.

No mess. None at all. "So full," she whines. No mess but the one in her.

You lean down, head at her shoulder as you catch your breath, and she cranes her head to nuzzle against you, reaching up to touch your cheek and make eye contact with you through heavy-lidded, satisfied eyes. In that gaze, she doesn't have a smirk or any sort of mischief, just a pleased look of joy, appreciation, and perhaps even a desire for more. You'd be lying to yourself if you didn't say you shared the feeling.

You leave her there, slumped onto the floor, ass in the air. Her little maid outfit is barely even affixed to her body anymore, crumpled and hanging around her midsection. The skin of her ass still bears the marks of your nails. She remains where you have left her. Karina's face and breasts smudge and push against the floor with each breath she takes. The room smells of sex, her, the two of you.

"Clean yourself up. Clean my office up," you instruct her while buckling yourself back up before heading for the door.

Karina coughs once, then admits, "I don't know if I can manage that. Maybe we need a real maid."

The GOAT Debate

Kinktember Day 3: Foursome & Deepthroating

Le Sserafim Chaewon, Sakura & Yunjin x male reader smut

words: 5,102 Kinktember Masterlist

"What's a 'throat goat'?"

Yunjin coughs and splutters, slamming her drink down on the table. She brings a hand to her mouth and forces down the rest of the drink amid her laughter. "Where the fuck did you hear that?"

Chaewon looks up from her phone. "What's a throat goat?" She parrots back, looking at Yunjin. "I just saw it online."

Yunjin wipes a tear from the corner of her eye, still laughing in hysterics.

"Throat goat?" Sakura sounds out the phrase slowly.

"Girls, please stop saying throat-" Yunjin breaks into more laughter, unable to even repeat the phrase. "Stop." She begs, with an arm in the air, gasping for breath and hitting her other hand on the table.

"Yunjin! What's so funny? Someone explain!"

It takes a moment for Yunjin's laughter to subside, under the staring gazes of Chaewon and Sakura, and another moment for her to clear her throat before speaking. "Well... a throat goat..." Yunjin shakes her head. "How do I even begin to explain this?"

Sakura and Chaewon keep looking expectantly at Yunjin, waiting for her to continue, or answer the question.

"... Okay." Yunjin places both elbows on the table and clasps her hands together, looking Chaewon and Sakura in the eyes as though she were about to tell them a fairy tale. "So, let's say there's a woman, alright?"

"Uh, okay." Sakura raises a brow and sips her beer.

"And she is... well, she's really good with her mouth. Do you understand, girls?"

Sakura and Chaewon blank and share a glance. Chaewon looks back to Yunjin and asks, "You mean, sucking a dick?"

"Exactly that. Guys would call her a throat goat. You know. G. O. A. T. They're saying she has a great throat for... you know." She puts her head in her hands, and mutters, "God, why am I saying this."

"Oh, I thought it meant the animal. Like a real goat, with horns..." Sakura says in a confused tone.

"So..." Chaewon says, calming down. "Why has this fan posted that you look like a throat goat?"

"What!?" Yunjin snatches Chaewon's phone, "Where is this?" Sure enough, right there on the screen is a picture of Yunjin with a comment that reads 'Looks like a throat goat to me!' underneath. "Huh... I mean, it's not completely untrue."

Chaewon smacks Yunjin on the arm.

"Ow. What? It's not a lie!"

Sakura is laughing again, while Chaewon pulls this expression of mock disgust and swats Yunjin's arm repeatedly. "I don't need to hear about you sucking cocks."

"I do." Sakura chimes in with a dead serious face, which earns a pout and whine from Chaewon.

"Great! Okay so, last week I went home with this guy..."

"Slut." Chaewon teases and her smirk turns to frown when Yunjin slaps her arm.

"As I was saying, he told me his ex was great at giving head and I guess I had a point to prove? Anyway, he changed his story real quick because, well," Yunjin points two fingers at her self-satisfied smile, "Throat goat."

"Where can I learn?" Chaewon asks quietly, tracing circles on the tabletop.

Yujin stifles a laugh and says, "You have a dildo to practice on?"

"Got a vibrator." Sakura blurts, then, when she sees that all eyes turn to her she blinks at her own sudden words. She shrugs, "What?"

The girls are laughing again, the red flush growing on Sakura's face, matching her red dress. All three of them are wearing dresses, short ones, low cut; exactly the sort that get plenty of attention.

"First you gotta beat the gag reflex, really let him in there and do not use your teeth, stick to the wet and soft," Yunjin continues.

"Are we seriously having this conversation?" Sakura laughs.

"Yes!" Chaewon responds eagerly, picking up her drink again, her mouth dry after their laughter. "I want to learn. Please, Yujin."

"And you have to... I don't how to describe it." Yunjin purses her lips in a thoughtful expression. "Suck the life out of him?" She lets out a singular dry laugh.

"Can you show me?"

"Chaewon!" Sakura shouts.

"What do you mean, 'show you'?" Yunjin chokes out through her laughter.

"I mean, show me, is there a hot guy in here somewhere?" Chaewon lets a smirk spread on her features.

"You're joking?"

"Absolutely not."

Yunjin makes a 'hmm' sound and she looks around the bar for someone suited to her tastes. Her eyes finally come to rest on a man sat by himself a few tables away. "See him, the black shirt?" Yunjin nods in his direction.

"Oh yes."

"Alone, huh," Yunjin whispers her words, though in the crowded bar, there's no chance he'll hear her anyway. "Pretty hot, actually."

Chaewon leans forward on the table to get a better look, Sakura and Yunjin watch her in amusement as they take sips from their drinks. "Wow. I agree. So is that a yes?"

Yunjin turns and takes a mouthful of her drink before setting it back down. "Yes, that's a yes."

"Are you two insane?" Sakura asks with raised brows.

"Maybe, yes. Does that mean you won't be watching too? Curiosity and cats and all?" Yunjin smiles.

"Well... maybe just to see, what it is that you do."

"Great. Wait here."

Yunjin slowly approaches your table, keeping her posture upright and relaxed. She comes to a stand just by you and you lift your gaze from your phone to meet her eyes.

"Hey there handsome," Yunjin whispers low into your ear.

Your brow creases. What's going on?

Yunjin traces a nail along your neck. "Want some company, tonight?"

The realization that a woman, a gorgeous woman, is trying to flirt with you has you dumbfounded. "Uh, yeah sure?"

"One catch. Two beautiful ladies over there, want to make a night of it, want you to let them watch." She tilts her head towards the two girls a couple of tables over who are burning holes into you with their stare.

"Watch...?"

"Just a bit of fun, a little show. What do you say?" She tilts her head to the side with a subtle smirk playing on her red lips. She reaches out her hand. You shake your head and let out a low laugh, taking her hand.

"What the fuck. Sure. Let's go." You hold back a smirk yourself, a strange sense of excitement rising through you as this stranger leads you across the bar.

"Name's Yunjin," She smiles up at you.

You give your own name in reply, your eyes meeting her dark browns. She holds your gaze until your attention is captured by the two other girls you see before you. Yunjin introduces you to the girls, Sakura in the red dress, Chaewon with the bob-cut and the black dress.

Yunjin puts an arm around your back, giving the others your name before asking, "Okay, Chaewon, your place is closest, shall we?"

She nods and stands to your other side, taking you by the arm. Sakura follows behind.

You all stumble into the night and bundle into a cab, and then finally into Chaewon's apartment. The bedroom isn't as messy as the kitchen you caught sight of as you walked by, but Chaewon does hastily rush over and make a weak attempt to shove dirty clothes onto her closet floor and into the laundry basket.

"Excuse the mess," She giggles, throwing a shoe under the bed. "Never really have company."

"I don't think he cares," Yunjin smiles, hands unbuttoning your shirt.

Her smile widens and grows hungrier, the more of your skin is revealed. She lowers to her knees as her fingers keep unfastening the buttons. Her eyes lock with yours as she slides her palms to rest on your abs. She strokes, gropes and bites her lip with a playful smile on her lips.

Yunjin presses an open kiss to your stomach and, hands grasping at the tops of your thighs, moves downwards to rest on her feet, sitting back on her heels. One of the other girls, Chaewon, moves to slip your shirt off your back and throws it aside somewhere behind the bed.

Yunjin works to open your belt buckle with deft fingers, all the while Chaewon stands behind you, wrapping her arms around your torso and hugging close to press teasing kisses along your shoulder.

A series of pleasured sighs from your throat bring a pleased smile to Yunjin's face and she watches as Sakura finally takes place next to Chaewon, and her hands find your chest while Chaewon works on your neck. You glance at Sakura, a soft smile on her soft lips and you tuck a few loose hairs of her brunette strands back behind her ear. Your smile grows and so does Sakura's as she and Chaewon nibble and lick and press their lips to your skin. Thanks to the cuts of their dresses, their bare shoulders, neck, and collarbones are all so enticing. Their wandering hands move along your torso and lower stomach.

"Watching, girls?" Yunjin asks as she peels down the zip of your trousers.

"Mhm," Chaewon moans against your skin as she peers over your shoulder. Sakura's hand is trailing south down your body and she nods against your skin.

This whole thing has been a whirlwind and it's only going to get crazier. There's no time to wonder how you got lucky enough for three attractive women to suddenly throw themselves at you because Yunjin is on her knees and unzipping her dress. Beneath the black cloth is an expanse of rich skin, and dark lace underwear. She sways the dress down her shoulders, revealing a little more each second.

She grabs you by the waistband of your boxers and, looking up through her thick lashes, gives a tug down and frees your semi-hard cock into the cool air of the room. She's quick to take hold of you; her hand gentle and precise and moving with intent.

"Fuck, look at you."

Her smile is feral, like a wolf who has caught her prey. She sits pretty on her heels, breasts held in lace, lips and eyes full of a glazed desire. She stares right into your eyes while her tongue draws lines over her full lips. It has you instantly getting harder in her hold.

"Beautiful," Sakura speaks the words which echo your thoughts, and you are not sure whether her comment was meant for you or Yunjin.

Chaewon chimes in with her own compliment, very clearly for Yunjin, "If I had a cock, I would want you to suck it." It's totally out of pocket, maybe even a little unhinged, but it earns a soft laugh and a smile from all four of you. The casual nature of it all brings you to relax in the atmosphere the girls have crafted.

"Girls, it's all in the tongue, okay?"

What is this? A fucking tutorial?

But before you can chuckle at your inner thoughts, a sharp gasp rips itself from your lungs as Yunjin slides her tongue against your throbbing cock. The firm stroke has your hips lurching into her palm. Yunjin is beautiful, and watching her tongue work wonders on your shaft is nothing short of captivating. She traces wet patterns onto the length of you. And interchanges regularly with some kisses to your shaft, and swirling her tongue over and around your tip.

"God that's hot." You catch Sakura's whisper as she moves under your arm, guiding it down the back of her and towards her ass. With her hips pressed tight into your side, and Chaewon on your other arm, your fingers instinctively trace the soft, firm shape of her ass. She's soft, so soft that she feels almost pliable. You knead a cheek between your fingers and she presses back into you. She lets out a happy hum from deep in her chest.

"Fuck..." you mutter and hook your other arm around Chaewon's body, sliding up over her stomach and then to her tits where you begin groping one with an excited touch. You never thought the opportunity would arise for you to play with tits like Chaewon's. Perfect handful, barely covered and bursting out of her tight dress. It's heaven.

Yunjin demands your attention. By wrapping her lips fully around your tip and sucking tightly. Then she has your eyes trained on the mesmerising bob of her head. The suction is perfect and the warm slickness of her mouth envelopes you entirely. Every slow lick of her tongue sets your core ablaze, and it makes you delirious, intoxicated and drugged on the need for more.

She alternates the pleasure of a hard, fast bobbing, with long, slow laps of her tongue, tracing a variety of patterns to your shaft. All the while a cacophony of pleasured groans sound from around you, thanks to the efforts of Sakura and Chaewon as your curious and adventurous fingers reach beyond the bounds of their dress hems. Sakura slips up her dress, letting you feel her bare ass, and Chaewon pulls down at her neckline so a breast pops free.

Chaewon rests her hand on the back of Yunjin's head, fingers threading and massaging her scalp. "Are you going to take him all the way in?"

There's a twinkle in Yunjin's eyes as she pulls away with a trail of spit keeping her and you connected. You see the extent of her arousal, the flushed face and heavy breath that matches her swollen lips and tongue, the drool running over her chin.

She drags the back of her hand across her jaw before she speaks, "Of course I am. You have no idea what this girl can do." The prideful, sexy smile on her lips has your hips bucking and a single needful 'Please' falling from your lips.

And then that soft tongue is dragging a trail back and forth against you, all the while she keeps her eyes fixed upon yours like she is seeing through into your very soul. You stare back, your breathing coming ragged and stuttering when her lips come close to the base. Your cock pushes into her throat.

"God," the word barely escapes your lips before the first syllable breaks into a whimper, an erratic, needy gasp of pleasure. She doesn't look away for an instant, only presses her palms firm to your hips, and she pulls you deeper still into her hot, inviting mouth.

Your thighs flex, your hips lurch with your stomach muscles tensing, while a storm of whimpers falls free in your chest. Chaewon strokes the back of your neck, and murmurs against your skin, telling you to let it out, to relax. More rough are your gropes of her tits, and tighter is your grasp on Sakura's ass, only serving to pull out more desperate moans from the pair of them.

You feel lost, completely immersed, like you've left the room behind. Your breathy moans sound out against your will, but you can't think, only focus on how Yunjin's nose is touching your lower abdomen and she's nuzzling side-to-side, working your cock in her throat. Her nails bite into the tender flesh of your hips and she breathes steadily through her nose.

She swallows around you, milking out your desperation. You whine, groaning and rutting into the hot cave of her mouth, pushing your hips forward despite her firm grasp holding you in place. She withdraws slowly and releases her grasp with a smirk on her face and a cough.

"Oh, god," you gasp.

"See, girls? Nothing much to it, once you get the hang of it."

Chaewon laughs lightly before saying, "You know he's so close." Her fingers tap at your chin. You didn't even realise your head was resting on her shoulder.

"Yes." Yunjin comes close to your face, caressing your cheek. "I can see, but it would be a shame if you didn't try him too."

It takes a moment for Chaewon to speak again, and you can barely open your eyes in time to see the fleeting look of hesitance pass her. "Well... can't hurt to try." Her laugh sounds nervous to your ears and she turns to meet your eyes before kissing your lips, drawing her tongue against yours. She lingers on the kiss for a while, while Yunjin works in the periphery to slip Chaewon's dress off. She breaks the kiss and steps back, hands making fast work of her bra clasp while you gaze at her nude body.

You clear your throat of dryness, your voice coming coarse, "Fuck, how are you all so gorgeous?" You turn towards Sakura, meeting her gaze and drawing a kiss to her lips, tasting her strawberry gloss. You tangle your hands in her hair, pressing yourself deeper into the kiss while you pull her body up tight to yours and feel her tits pressing into your bare skin.

The kiss breaks apart with a few scattered kisses peppered across your neck.

"Go on Chaewon, just like I did." Yunjin pulls Chaewon to her knees, and they're both down there, facing your throbbing, wet cock, saliva glistening over every inch. Yunjin whispers something into Chaewon's ears, who then grins and parts her lips. You can barely take it, seeing such an arousing sight below you; their gorgeous faces looking back, eyes focused and dark. Chaewon nears you, a gentle kiss on your tip.

Sakura whispers into your ear, "Try not to cum too quick, okay?" She breathes out a laugh against you, and your legs tense as Chaewon closes her lips and pushes you into her mouth, she sucks you hard, too hard, with her teeth ever so slightly scraping along you.

"Fuck!" you groan out and curse at the stars sparking across your vision. Your jaw hangs slack.

Chaewon corrects herself as she goes, the teeth replaced by a hot tongue. She swirls in motions that mirror what Yunjin had done before. Her sucking motion is softer, as her mouth closes and releases, and closes and releases and it's heaven, utter bliss. She draws her head back and lets out her tongue, rolling it to rub your tip along the silky texture, adding pressure and causing you to hiss and tremble and for the fire in your gut to stir anew.

"Now, take him deep, Chaewon, just like I did," Yunjin says with her hand on the back of the other girl's head.

"M-Mmhm," Chaewon muffles with your tip still in her mouth.

Then, her soft, pink lips are wrapping around you and pressing deeper. It is pure ecstasy when, just like the girl before her, she lets your cock sink fully into her, your hips twitching, while she holds you within. You groan low in your chest, hearing the others around you coo and murmur their praise. She doesn't move like Yunjin did, instead just struggling to accept you in her throat as her eyes water.

"Yes, there you go," Yunjin strokes her hand through the dark strands of Chaewon's bob. "Nice and deep, yes?"

"Mm," comes the weak moan and a bob of Chaewon's head.

She recoils back, choking and spluttering and taking deep gasping breaths. Her mascara stains her cheek and trails with the tears from her eyes, yet her look is proud. She grins and wipes her mouth, smiling up to you.

Sakura pulls on your arms, rotating her body so she can put her pussy in your palm. A hand full of warm fabric, up under her dress, wet and throbbing.

"Feeling left out?" You whisper into her ear, drawing your fingers over her lips.

Sakura glances back with a mischievous smirk, but it is broken off into a soft moan as your fingers brush her clit. You run the pad of your finger over the surface, up and down with light teasing touches. You press the cloth at her centre and watch her grind her body back into you, rubbing into your finger.

Then there's a mouth again, on your cock, Yunjin this time, showing Chaewon how to give good head. And by 'good', you mean fast, powerful, deep and absolutely mind-numbing. Lips, tongue, throat, her hands grabbing your thighs and squeezing. The sensation overwhelms you completely, a tsunami wave washing over your very being.

As quickly as she started, she pulls back, only for Chaewon to dive back in with her clumsy suction, lips pulled tight around you. She sucks hard, her tongue probing and trying, finding the right spot and then sticking to it relentlessly. Your vision is clouding and all you can feel is that tongue pushing over your cock.

Sakura slips a hand down, her palm cupping your balls, "Don't cum, not yet."

This goes on for a while. Switching from mouth to mouth, Chaewon tries to replicate all the magic Yunjin works. Your fingers keep at it under Sakura's dress, and finally, you gain the presence of mind enough to slip your finger under her panties. As the heat and wetness envelop you and give you a taste of what's waiting for you under those panties, Sakura's loud gasps are your reward and the reassurance that she is enjoying this almost as much as you.

Minutes pass. Long, tough minutes of fighting the need to burst in one of these throats.

Until Yunjin has an idea, much to Chaewon's delight. "Now, if you really want to use your throat, you have to let him use it. Let him fuck your throat. Just like how he would fuck your pussy. Come on. On the bed."

The two girls, leave you there, knuckle-deep in Sakura while they finish undressing down to nothing and take a position on the bed.

Sakura takes hold of your length and draws you into a kiss. You're pulling down the zip of her dress in no time at all and pulling it from her slender frame. Once stripped, naked together, her breasts just the right handful and soft, the right curve, the right pert nipple, the right everything. You cup them, kissing along her neck to taste her skin, salty and fragrant from her perfume. Her arms hug you as she pulls her naked body into you. You slide your hands over the swell of her hips, around and on her ass as you knead your palms against it.

"You two! We're waiting over here."

You glance over your shoulder, and Sakura peeks over it too. The two girls are lying on their backs, on the bed, with their heads hanging over the edge. Yunjin beckons Sakura over and pouts out her bottom lip. "Saku, get in on this, won't you?" She pats the bed by her side.

"Come on," Sakura whispers to you, slipping out of her underwear and then scrambling to lay on Yunjin's left side. She lays in exactly the same way, on her back, head over the edge.

Chaewon is the closest, and strutting over to her, you're immediately drawn to her mouth. Soft, red, swollen lips, at the perfect height for you to just push your cock against them. Yunjin spreads Chaewon's legs, burying a hand between them. As Chaewon moans, her mouth falls open and you slip inside.

God, that warmth, that sweet, sweet heat, that same pressure around you that had brought your cock right to the edge before. Except, it was so, so much deeper. You barely rock your hips and you hit the back of her mouth. You can go further, pushing until you feel her choke a little. A reflex, a tension that constricts and massages and has you panting. You thrust harder. Her whimpers turn into soft gags as you slip all the way in. She fights it for a while, throat swallowing and constricting your dick as you start to pump slow and steady into the wet, inviting hole.

And all the time, a moaning, a pleading Chaewon is being pleasured by Yunjin, three fingers disappearing into her folds, pumping in and out, wrist flicking and shaking with vigour.

You push harder into her, into her tightness and she's really struggling now, her own saliva spilling onto her face. When you retract from the velvety wetness of her throat, her splutters and gasps ring out loud and heavy.

You pat her cheek. "Good."

She laughs quietly and tries to steady her breathing as her heart rate rises.

"Come here," Yunjin growls. And you do the same to her, slide right into her mouth. It's so much easier than the last, right into her throat as she throws her head back and opens wide. You're greeted with no resistance, the wet grip on you, like the inside of her pussy would feel.

Chaewon wipes the corner of her eye with her knuckles, before eventually reaching over to play with Yunjin's tits. Sakura too is reaching over, she's in Yunjin's cunt, fingering away with an awed face and the widest eyes.

But the most important sight is the way Yunjin's neck bulges as you fuck her throat. How her throat welcomes your hard cock, squeezes you so wonderfully, it's perfect. You reach deep, grinding into her, even as her throat tightens and she lets out a muffled sound.

Yunjin spreads her legs wider and tries to relax the muscles of her body, surrendering her throat completely, letting you claim the space inside her mouth and filling her. You fuck her until you feel it, creeping up on you. That tell-tale shiver.

Her fingers dig into the back of your thigh and pull you in as deep as she can take it. You're fighting the throbbing need and her forceful pulls. You still have one girl to go.

It takes you a moment to peel yourself from her throat. As soon as she gasps for a breath, the desperation for air hits her, and she splutters and gags. Yet her pussy clamps around Sakura's fingers with each reflexive lurch of her torso, and her lusting moan is clear.

You stumble to Sakura and catch your breath, lining up to enter the third waiting girl. The throat that is so far unsullied. She lets out an eager noise, closing her lips over the tip. This third time is different. Like your first time, except even better. It is so natural and smooth to rock your hips into her, hitting the deepest parts of her mouth, fucking right into her throat and watching it bulge with somehow more ease than Yunjin.

"Kkura, what the fuck?!" Yunjin shouts breathlessly, having only just recovered her own breath. "You sly little slut, you take that better than anyone else."

There's a nice humming feeling against your cock as Sakura enjoys surprising the other two with her expertise.

Chaewon is scrambling over the bed to straddle Sakura. "Girl? What? How?"

You're fucking Sakura's throat unbridled and harsh as she sinks her fingers into Chaewon's soft thighs over her hips. There's a rhythm of wild rutting motions and forceful shoves of your hips into her warm, soft throat, which gives way to every eager inch you deliver. And then, with your jaw tight, there's only burning fire and the climbing pleasure.

Chaewon is rutting in much the same way, down onto Sakura's pussy, with her lithe and toned body tensing as she pleasures herself to the sight below her. Yunjin is fucking herself senseless, her head resting on Sakura's chest, ass in the air and her fingers pounding against the folds of her pussy.

It's all so fucking indecent, depraved, a cluster of bodies and heat and movement, grunts of primal instinct, moans of pure arousal, heavy, humid air. It's so overwhelming to you, the feeling, the need building, coiling, rushing through your veins in waves of euphoria, each new tsunami rolling through bringing with it an instant surge in the level. Your body begins shaking, muscles cramping and jerking uncontrollably.

"Fuck!" the word is broken by a growl and groan. "Fuck, girls, I'm-"

They can't hear you, because all of them are doing it too. Sakura writhes breathlessly underneath you and Chaewon. Chaewon shudders, jerks, thrusts and moans at the top of her voice. Yunjin quakes, fingers stretching her wider as they plunge deeper into her, the sticky, wet sounds of her pussy as her fingers mix with all the moans. She clenches her teeth at the skin of Sakura's chest between her moans.

You pull out just as it begins to flow. The first shot goes off like a cannon, firing all the way over Yunjin and onto Chaewon's flexing stomach. Then the next, hitting Yunjin's contorted face and some spilling over Sakura's petite, used body.

"Oh my god, that's so hot," Chaewon pants as she watches you shoot more over the three of them, with moans to rival the grunts escaping your clenched jaw. It's incredible. All the girls watching, two with open mouths, as you cover them in your load, over and over and over. Your voice is hoarse and trembling from the shuddering breaths leaving your body.

You let the last few rivulets fall onto Sakura's face. Covering her pretty, flushed features in shiny drops of white. Then you stumble forward, grasping the bed and slipping gently back into Sakura's mouth as you slump forward into her waiting lips, she sucks eagerly. Her head tilts back as she swallows your remains.

"What a mess," Yunjin chokes the words out. Her face is red, drooling from her mouth and coated with strings of your essence. She strokes her hand through her hair.

"I never knew, she was so..." Chaewon stares wide-eyed in wonder and amusement.

"Yeah," Yunjin replies breathlessly, scooping cum from her face with her finger. "Neither did I."

"Alright," Sakura mumbles with a cough, pulling her mouth away from your cock. "If you all would be so kind." She motions around her; at how stuck she is under you all.

The four of you burst into laughter, high off the ecstasy, exhaustion, and delirium the sex had brought upon you all. You step back, and Yunjin lifts her face away and sits up on the bed, Chaewon dismounts and collapses on the far side of the bed.

"So... who's gonna lick who?" Sakura chuckles to a chorus of breathy laughter.

"Who the hell are you?" Yunjin asks with a confused look. "And what have you done with Kkura."

Sakura responds by clearing your cum from her chin and slurping it into her mouth, and the others laugh at the sight of her newly-exposed happy-to-serve personality.

Sakura climbs to her knees, scanning slowly across the three of you and then she says a single word, "Again?"

Pliancy

Kinktember Day 4: Dollification

ILLIT Park Minju x male reader smut

words: 6,488 Kinktember Masterlist

Art is eternal. Who was it that once said that a thing of beauty is a joy forever? Was it Byron? Was it Yeats? Who cares. But that line, however trite, does kind of get the concept down, really, as clichéd and insipid as it sounds.

Minju, too, is a joy forever, with her soft face, her sweet body, and her delicate touch. On this, I will allow you an image: she was the absolute pinnacle of girlhood, the perfect blending of innocence and wanton sexiness. When you pressed her slender wrists down into the sheets of her bed with those pale, thin fingers and pinned her slender body with your cock, you became one with a living, breathing piece of high art. The feeling of that, ah, that is something you cannot ever convey. And that's probably how it started, your obsession with her; she was beautiful and delicate and utterly desirable. She had all the loveliness of a porcelain figurine; just looking at her could arouse you, bring about your lusts and make your mouth dry up.

But there is something, and you realise this, something both primal and shameful, about wanting to sully that image of innocence. Not, of course, that your feelings towards Minju are wholly visceral-you do love her, and genuinely so. The things you do may imply something different, a detachment from her as a person if someone were looking in from the outside, but just as you assured her, it's an act born out of admiration. It's an act out of devotion.

To dollify the living, breathing, loving, feeling organism called Minju, then to make her merely an object for your desires. Ah, there's something wonderfully, gloriously filthy in that-the violation and the liberation. In all those actions and thoughts, you can be sure, is that undercurrent of perverseness and lust. Your lips tracing across Minju's navel is an act of passion, one to express the fullness and warmth that has bloomed inside your chest. Your hands gripping her thighs so tight that they leave deep, crimson fingerprints on the skin is an act of passion too-one to express a primal need.

When it all starts, Minju, a girl so usually full of energy and vivacity, is demure and quiet; she sits in this stoic way in front of you, knees together and her hands resting on her thighs, just below the table. The table holds the tools of your art: hairclips, mascara, lip gloss, nail polish and everything else. She waits, as she always does, in silent expectation.

Minju wears the outfit you laid out for her that afternoon. The fabrics are light and flowing, cotton in a milky off-white colour hugging her upper body and a linen shirt whose billowy sleeves hang around her slender arms; at the wrists, she keeps the cuffs rolled up. Cotton shorts, equally soft, equally neutral in colour, held to her small waist by a ribbon as a makeshift belt. All of it was chosen specifically by you-it's all so very angelic, and comfortable. Innocent.

You set about your work, asking her to place a hand on the table. Nails take the longest to dry so you start there: you paint the end of each of her slender fingers one at a time, taking great care, letting her rest her hand in the palm of your own as you go through the motion. Whisper-like strokes of the brush over the thin keratin in a pastel shade, the pink of newly-blossomed cherry flowers. A compliment to her fair complexion.

One hand done, you raise it closer to your mouth and gently blow over the fingertips, to quicken their drying. Her hand, in yours, is ever so small. So petite. You remark this, smiling, and her expression-wide-eyed and quietly attentive-softens. It's a sight so adorable; how the ends of her lips upturn as if you've said something exceptionally touching. That's the thing with Minju; you just never quite get used to how much trust and affection is conveyed in those big, soft eyes.

Not long until the other hand is done, perfect crisp painting without a single smudge, or mistake.

You screw in the brush, then stand to move the table aside, you pull it away from her and then push it away. You kneel at her feet, hand resting gently on a small calf. You lift a leg, then draw your hand down it, to her heel. Bare feet, too, are a marvel in and of themselves: smooth skin over arched bones. Like all good things, it's imperfect; she's a dancer after all, still, she takes all the care to moisturise and you take all the care to massage them.

Now, Minju is ticklish, always has been, so when you take hold of her foot in preparation to paint her nails, she struggles not to break composure, and yet a cute little smirk betrays her. With one hand, you hold it steady; with the other, you reach to the table and draw the brush from the pot of white paint. White like the brightest snow, a winter's morn. You make slow, even strokes, over her nails, starting with the big toe and making your way down the digits, till her little feet are thoroughly and beautifully made up.

She flinches occasionally, under your touch, but with great care, you never make a mistake. No stain on her flesh. Repeated for her other foot too, each followed by a patient period of gently blowing, which sees her struggle against the tickling of her flesh even more. This time, she moves, almost unable to help it-and you know that to admonish her would not be the gentlemanly thing.

"It's okay Minju. Relax," you tell her, softly, as she takes a steadying breath, "that's it. Good."

It is here where you see a glow of pleasure and a hint of a smile on her pretty, youthful face, at hearing words of praise from you. This you know well: to Minju, your affirmations have an almost spiritual significance. In all the time you have known her, she has yearned to do well, to make others around her happy, to gain approval and affection, and as someone important in her life, this sentiment extends to you.

"My angel," you call her, not for the first time, and definitely not for the last. You lean close to place a gentle peck of your lips against her leg, just above the ankle, which causes her to stir. But that's okay, a moment of weakness is ever expected. You shift away from her leg, letting the soft flesh slip from your hand, and admire the neat work you have done so far. "There we go."

You bring your chair close to her, so you can sit, knee to knee across from her and set to work on her pretty features. First, you frame her face by clipping back the locks of fine honey-brown that threatened to obscure her eyes. Then you take the lip gloss in a soft rose colour, and a slender, synthetic-haired brush, and begin the work of accentuating her lips. Start at the top and glide over the curve that runs along her cupid's bow. Define the fine edges and then coat, to treat yourself to a shimmering pink glow; a shine over the otherwise natural look.

"Perfect. Oh, how I want to kiss them."

Minju doesn't say a word but the look in her eye speaks all the same, 'I wish you would do it.'

She remains still as you take hold of the thin eyeliner pencil in one hand and Minju's chin with the other, carefully positioning the tip under the lash line, and drawing it slowly, ever-so-carefully. Drawing a light, curved line to the side, first on her right, and then on her left. Do the same, light and clean, under the bottom lashes, being extra sure to define her creases.

Her eyes, as you study them, are so rich and vivid in colour that they command all of your attention and all of your efforts. So you work carefully, deliberately; being this close to her means you can see each speck, each mote in those deep, earthy brown irises. This intimacy, the face-to-face nearness of it all, brings on a unique vulnerability: when she closes her eyes next, to allow you to apply shadow to her lids, Minju puts herself at your mercy.

Minju's lips part and a small but noticeable hitch of her breath follows as you pull yourself away and admire your work. She has this kind of seductive natural pout-soft, shapely. Something alluring that the angles of her mouth lend her. As you sweep blush powder over her cheeks with a fine, oval-shaped brush, she utters a soft question, "How does it look?"

You bring a finger to rest against the fullness of her cheek, letting it trace along her soft flesh, down her jaw, and under her chin-before bringing it upwards, a physical prompting, to make her lift her chin higher. "Perfect. Always."

It occurs to you, as you define her eyebrows in quick, practised strokes, that for all the work you put into her, the inhuman focus and the undivided attention, this effort is nothing against the absolute, undying beauty that is Park Minju. It's a sort of colour-by-numbers deal; with all the perfect lines drawn out, it's up to you-a mock amateur-to simply embellish, to exaggerate, what is already there. To add shadow, light, and life.

You finish your work creating ('Creating' is the wrong word, more so, refining) the perfect doll. Minju keeps still, and patient. Beautiful.

"Precious girl."

By her earlobe, just below the jaw, there is a spot. The most perfect, sensitive area, to which you bow your head. Close your eyes. Place your lips. You kiss this spot, slowly, dragging your lips against her flesh, across it, revelling in the delicate softness. Revelling in her soft little moan, muffled only by pursed lips.

You push your chair back, and stand, looking down at her from above. You draw the clips back from her hair and it falls back into the perfect place. You circle around her once, slow, methodical. Taking all of her in, marvelling.

The greatest treasure in all the world. A masterpiece.

She follows your every guidance as you pull her to her feet. After all, she is, for tonight, nothing more than a doll. Pliable. Openly, and explicitly, subservient. You turn her and position her before a full-length mirror set in the far corner of her room. There she stands, arms at her side, staring back at you with doe-like, innocent eyes. There you stand, tall, strong behind her, hands on her arms.

"Perfect. You really are the most precious girl."

Your grip on her upper arms is gentle but firm as you ease her forward into a bend at the hips, tilting her towards the mirror as you place her into a pose. Fingers playing lightly down her limbs, like stroking the keys on the piano, or the strings on a guitar. You place her hands behind her back, and instruct her expression, "Give me a sweet smile."

Your voice is quiet in her ear as she nods, just the slightest, almost indiscernible incline of the head. She stares down the mirror as her full, kissable lips slowly contort into a charming, simpering smile, the type that the most beloved princesses often wear. You press up behind her, brushing your body tight against hers and see how that lovely little grin of hers slowly stretches up, to become ever so slightly crooked.

In your reflection in the mirror, you see yourself behind her. She holds perfectly still, hands fixed as if bound at the wrists, legs set slightly apart. "Pretty, don't you think?" You ask, teasingly. You press a little into her upper back, angling her in such a way that in the reflection you see down her cotton shirt, revealing the taut, soft curve of her small breasts. The sight of that, the teasing glance, is intoxicating. It brings a slight tremor down your spine, one you swallow down with a sharp breath. "Yes," you assure her, "Very pretty."

Her breathing comes laboured now, sharp little gasps; perhaps it has started to arouse her too, knowing herself to be at the mercy of your hands. Knowing herself to be nothing more than an object at this time-a living doll. To be used, played with, broken, toyed with, cared for or cast aside as you will.

You pull her to a stand and guide her away from the mirror. Her legs are long but you tower over her. She's so light to the touch, the petite girl, that should you need to, you could carry anywhere you desire in one swooping embrace.

You lead her to her dresser, to pose her against it. You guide her lithe left leg, so it crosses over the right one, you place her hands on the wood and let her rest against it. And she, docile, complies. "Like this?" She whispers.

"That's perfect."

You draw the collar of her shirt over her left shoulder, the one closest to you, until it hangs at around elbow height, exposing the skin underneath. A bare arm, all the way up to the strap of her tank top. You smile, admiring your own work, her poise and posture. You adjust her face, so she gazes slightly down in front of her. A final check to ensure the pose is perfect. It doesn't hurt that Minju is a natural when it comes to expressions: there is always some inflexion to the curl of her lips and the shape of her eyes, that says, 'I love this'.

You take the final unused item from the table, a Polaroid camera, one of the new instant types. This one, white, boxy and expensive, is perfect to capture Minju's pristine beauty. One image taken of her here, a pose in the frame, holding the photo to wait for it to develop is worth, it seems, a thousand words. It never ceases to amaze you: how well the camera captures her: how it draws out that natural aura of Minju and depicts it on the fine gloss. It makes, in effect, a perfect keepsake.

You take two more shots, each one giving you pause for appreciation. Each one, was perfect, like it was a scene from an album cover or the poster for a movie. She watches you from her position, gazing intently at you with a lovingly longing gaze. Watching you in fascination, and admiration.

You hold one in front of her. "This is my favourite, look at the way your leg curves here," you point to it, showing her. "And here, the shoulder, just at that angle. See the light dancing in your eyes and on the pink gloss, on the lips. Beautiful."

She remains lifelessly still staring at herself in the print without a word or reaction.

"Now, just one more like this, but first..." You place the camera slowly on the dresser, then grab the hem of her shirt. You fold it in under itself a few times until it sits taut across her stomach, just above her button. Her narrow waist is set into beautiful relief: a curvature down toned abs leading to between her thin hips. Then you pull at the other shoulder of the shirt, more pale skin, more svelteness of form, more smooth flesh. There's a light shiver through her skin as you graze her arm with your finger.

You push slightly into her chest, leaning her back a little over the dresser and then you tilt her head back exposing her neck. Soft lips fall open just the slightest, like the petals of a rose blooming, a faint gasp of a moan parting her pink lips, and her heavy breathing filling her heaving chest.

Taking the camera, you step back, crouch slightly, hold the lens up to eye height and take the shot; a flash and a click of the shutter is followed by a slow hum and a whir of the plastic film rolling out. Another polaroid, you take it to her, tugging lightly at her chin to direct her gaze to it. "This one," you breathe in close to her, placing a kiss on her exposed neck, "is something truly special." You fix on her scent, something fruity and soft: orange blossom undertones.

Minju lets out a soft gasp.

"This one turns me on. The exposed skin. The lustful eyes. Those parted lips, like an invitation," you utter, "do you know how beautiful you look, Minju? How sexy?"

The deepening of her breath tells you what you want to hear.

"New pose. Come here." You take hold of her bare shoulders and pull her to a stand. Her shirt hangs at her back between her elbows. You move behind her as you guide her toward the window, opening her curtains wide and letting the final embers of sunlight in to kiss her skin. You slip her shirt from her arms that hang by her side. "Let's lean you against here."

You guide her hands onto the sill of the window. Let her hands rest flat against it. Hold her by the hips and pull them back, making her shuffle her legs back. Make the curve of her ass tighter, the flex of her lower back deeper.

You pose her into this deep bend, then guide her face up so she faces the evening light. So she basks, regally, in the final glow of the setting sun, and you can see the pinking hue reflected in her eyes.

"Be a good doll and remain still."

The heat has turned Minju's pale flesh red, but you soothe her with a palm, a brush against a soft cheek and an affectionate 'hush'. You fixate upon the curves and lines of her back, following the path of her spine down with your hand, taking care to remain in the hollow. That central channel carved through her back that draws down the centre, passing by dimples in her lower back before widening at the hips and merging into her tapering waist, is a work of art unto itself.

A simple touch of a kiss against that soft flesh at the base of the spine, and Minju fails to disguise a sharp breath as you kneel, her bare calves become a mounting point for your hands. She inhales in soft, controlled bursts as your fingertips stroke around the curve of her lower leg, working around and under the leg, dragging slowly upwards as you make careful circles over her toned calves, till your finger hits the lower thigh. Upward, further. Her body trembles gently as your hand traces along her inner thigh, up to her light cotton shorts where you draw your hand over to the back of her thighs and back down.

"Be a good doll," you repeat, quiet, breath warm against her lower back. You hook your fingers into her shorts, running your palms on her taut, toned little ass. Slight tremors from Minju ripple through your skin as you hook in the fingers of either hand beneath the elastic of her underwear too. A lingering hesitation passes as you focus, and in the serenity of the moment, you draw everything down in one slow, measured pull. The sight of the white cotton dragging down over the firm roundness of her ass has you weak.

You stop at her ankles, and one at a time, you lift a foot out of the clothes, and pull them free, planting her foot back down in a slightly wider stance. You look up, and to her faint reflection in the window, and admire the look she wears, the unnerving determination to hold still and say not a single thing. The deep red hue paints her skin as the day darkens.

"Stay," you command.

You find the camera one final time, to indulge in one final intoxicating shot: Minju, back beautifully lit by the last remnants of the sun's rays, the light striking her skin and making the paleness and tone all the more beautiful; the slight swell of her hips, the small, firm, almost apple-like curve of her behind, and those slim toned thighs in the shadow.

"Hold for me, don't move."

She stares resolutely into the distance through the window, hands clutching the edge of the window sill as you draw the viewfinder to your eye once again. Click, a flash and a whir. The exposure of the light behind her leaves a shadowy image on the thinning film of her nude behind; the smooth line of her legs, her trim waist and that sweet little thing between her legs. An air of sophistication; and one of sin.

"See this?" You show it to her and the embarrassment causes a flutter in her eyes; the arousal of watching her own bare ass on the printed film causes the slightest redness of her cheeks. "I'm going to use that right there. Stay."

There's another twitch in her eyes as you walk away and leave her there, still posing, looking as sensational as ever. You walk out the door, to drink, relax, anything to make her wait. Make her suffer the indignity of exposure and vulnerability.

You spy her through the doorway and never does she move a muscle, your little doll-girl stands there obediently as requested. Time passes-several minutes. And yet she, with such admirable determination, wills herself to stay in position until you return. And you do. You saunter back in, slow. Walking behind her and she never once looks back over her shoulder.

You rest a hand on her waist and the contact is met with a sudden release of tension-her chest falls with a sigh. Her pose remains perfect-adulation for your hand, written in the small shakes of her body and the gradual intonations of her heavy pants. A perfect and delicate angel. Your hand slips from her waist down over the taut curve of her ass, palm resting for the briefest moment on the soft, supple flesh. The pliability. Your hand continues the path it has carved over her skin until it rests lightly between her legs.

A gentle palm over her sex sends a current through her entire form, and a tensing in her muscles is the only indication she offers that there's a struggle to suppress noise in her throat. Hot and wet and you're a man driven by impulse. You step behind her, stroking her, massaging her, then withdrawing to instead spread her slightly with a single, teasing fingertip. "Good little doll."

A clear, sticky, glistening moisture trickles onto the digit and in the way Minju shivers, you are given every impression, you're sure of it, that her lower stomach muscles have clenched tight and are presently squeezing themselves in on each other. A fever pitch is reached within her, and you're ready too.

You draw your hand away, leaving Minju suspended in torment: there is desire, there is desperation and tension that must be alleviated. That itch soothed. She must hear it, the sound of you unbuckling and unzipping. A rustle of fabric as you pull them down and take them off.

With no word, you hit a palm against her ass, a quick and painful swat with your bare hand. Hard, smacking against soft, dough-like flesh. She stifles a soft, bitten-off yelp that sends a vibration up the curve of her back. "Going to play with you," you utter quietly. "Use this doll however I like."

Your hand is drawn back over the red mark on her tender flesh, stroking the mark, massaging, and it soon heats against your palm. You follow it by pressing the very tip of your dick, gently, against her opening. Enough pressure there for you both to know where the next moments go and a slight motion-only the gentlest thrusting-to grind that sensitive flesh in. Just enough to make her bite back her lower lip, to struggle against the overwhelming urge to break her poise.

To add to that struggle, the sensation, you lull her, deceive her, by trailing your length against her slick, tender folds, then abruptly drag it over the tight hole right there at the back. One more light tap there too, right on her little asshole, that drives her into a daze. Then you take her slit again, spreading her open, rubbing yourself over that hot hole and sending her a thousand electric tingles up through her hips.

You thrust once, a single long thrust, right into her little pussy, as much as her wetness will allow until resistance forms. Then back out, completely. Glistening with the slick fluids, you slap your shaft against her ass a couple of times. Wetness dripping, staining those tight cheeks. Then a wet slap of your hand to a cheek. Testing when she will break. Searching for that whimper, that moan, or maybe she'll hold it so well that a tear will form in her eye.

You fill her again, use her a little, rocking your hips back and forth. A careless use of her for pleasure, no consideration for her, for what she might desire and it is pure torture to her. One hand circles over her ass, grazing over the reddened mark, you let it settle on the top of her thigh for leverage and dig your fingertips into the skin. Another few firm pumps into her. Out. All the way out.

Dripping fluid pools around her slit, spilling out down her thigh, hot. "There's no better use for you than this," you hiss, as you smear the wetness over her flesh with the swollen head. The discomfort, the uncertainty, all of it written on her reddened skin and trembling lips. Another few slow pumps up her. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Draw out-slow, torturous-and then fill her again, rough, and violent, driving yourself up hard against her soft skin. Again. "Just like a sex doll," you groan. "Like you're a dirty toy."

Those words draw this low growl inside her, and Minju shudders under the intensity, this vibrating noise rising in her. Fuck, it feels wonderful in her, tight, burning hot-soft, yielding-wet, messy. Drive into that tension, the squeeze on you, where she can feel you so full and snug inside her.

Allow yourself for a moment, to just enjoy her, as she is. She will allow you to, don't fret. Enjoy her as a possession, something lesser than yourself; an object to be manipulated, used and owned. Let her be your slut and let the words roll around in your head. There are times you prefer to fill her with long, agonising strokes, and there are those other times that are frantic and hurried. She takes it all, wilfully and willingly and adoration flows through your veins.

No care for if she cums, you simply use her too. It is not in a casual disregard for her desires, or in selfish pursuit of pleasure at the sacrifice of her. No, no. That is not true. Minju wants this. She cares less about her own pleasure than you. Should she cum, then maybe that would be a nice perk to all of this, but all she wants is to submit herself as a vessel for yours. To serve as the implement to which you expel everything. You have taken her into that dream world she desires to inhabit, where she's an item to be manoeuvred as one wills.

And so you get close, right inside of her-clutch, tense-as she milks you so exquisitely, squeezing and so soft, so fucking silken-smooth and at the very last, you pull out-every last drop is captured on Minju's skin. Her spread ass, her back, thighs.

For all the care you took, perfecting her makeup, now a fine sweat paints a layer across her skin and you're shooting over it and making a true mess of her. All that, her absolute purity and devotion, and what you have done is sullied it. Your doll, your most precious is dirtied. But your most precious thing in the world deserves the best you can give her.

So it is after you have painted your release over her body, that you leave her again-basking in the humiliation of how fluids trickle down her flesh. Just a toy, put aside to stand, vulnerable, debauched and unsatisfied, waiting to be picked up again and played with once more. You could leave her all night. Have her be ready and willing any time you desire. Your toy.

"Fuck, what a sight." You step away, back out of the room, spent and gazing at her. Minju, of course, keeps her back facing you the entire time, she does not dare turn back around to see her, not even to cover up or find modesty, it simply would not occur to her to do so.

Aware of the pain, the hurt of being left this way. Left unfinished. A small smile plays on your lips, the knowledge that this is what turns her on most. Her lover is out there, he's drinking, eating, watching TV, or anything, and she doesn't really know where. She just stays resting over the window ledge with her legs held apart, exposed and vulnerable.

Knowing, feeling, every stroke that has been applied over her body, every part you have made use of, and the places in which you have violated, is enough to turn Minju's insides all warm and fuzzy and soft. Your fingerprints are inked upon her flesh-traced by the veneer of liquids coating her-a record of who has marked her, owned her, as nothing more than an instrument of delight.

Until you're ready to come back, she holds back an unspoken whimper. Tension in her stomach muscles and legs threatened to give out.

Oh, how badly the poor girl yearns to be picked up, taken and fucked again and again.

Eventually, you do return, and without warning. As if you'd never been gone a moment at all, you're just there suddenly behind her, you just have that presence of power that exudes over her. You say her name-nothing else-but the tinge to your voice tells her that you've missed her.

You bring your hands around her slim waist, just above the hips, and trail upwards. Grinding back inside her feels as wonderful as ever. Still throbbing, still wet, still wanton, and she takes you in, spreading wide once again. "Missed me?" You coo, but she still never responds verbally-dutifully compliant, Minju simply moans, her cheeks flushed the same colour as her smeared lips.

You're rough with her, pulling her away from the window and pushing her into the middle of the room. Hasty, impatient, and uncaring. Now, you see, Minju weighs nothing to you, it feels like there's nothing to her; something light, lithe, easily manoeuvrable, like you can twist her and pull her without resistance.

You draw her to you, picking her up from the ground by her waist and walking forward. You set her down on a desk-her ass perching first, then you push her onto her back, drawing up her knees to her chest and pressing onto her. Oh, flexible Minju, sweet Minju: the perfect sexual tool to place and fold and screw whichever way you want.

Minju is pinned there, under you, taking you into her pussy, tight around you. Dutifully letting you shove into her repeatedly, without fight or complaint, only meek, restrained sounds of satisfaction. Letting her limbs fold, letting herself be toyed with however you need or want.

Stretch her as you take hold of her neck and restrain her to the wooden surface. You bear down on her, fucking into her with strong, sure pumps, and with every thrust into Minju, you feel her heat against your thighs and groin, her warm juices seeping down over her, and a vulgar squelching sound filling the air.

The air is dense and hot and she is flushed bright red; she gazes at you, her face etched with need. You're forcing your doll-girl, fucking her raw and hard into her desk. Rough, dominating strokes. And what does she do but squirm and moan and take every ounce of your strength? "F-fuck," she moans out the profanity, her body succumbing to the overwhelming burst of intense, numbing heat. She flinches a few times as her eyes squeeze shut.

So close, now. Another round, and there is nowhere Minju is more content than trapped, helpless, watching you near another orgasm. She doesn't even attempt to hide her delight when you're about to blow. A smile of satisfaction as you unload inside of her. A welcome sight as you feel yourself rupture, as your essence pumps into her little fuckhole. The sticky hot cum that fills her.

And Minju moans for you, breathless, happy, so lovingly joyful that her existence has resulted in this moment-this act-her purpose as nothing more than something you fuck, claim, and own.

But, there is work to be done, work you cannot shirk away from. So, with a light sigh, you wipe your forehead, you gather Minju off of the table-flickering eyelids and all-and you lead her with gentle encouragement. "Let's clean you off. There's a good girl," you say, and she holds onto your neck, as you lift her off the desk.

You perch Minju on the sink for a moment, un-trapping her legs so she can stand once you place her into the shower.

"Stay. Still."

And again, you can see that longing gaze. Sultry, drawn. She wants so much, and she needs so little.

"There," you draw out the word with a certain finality and walk behind her to start the shower, switching from bath faucet to shower nozzle, and taking great care in testing the heat of the water, to make sure not to burn her precious skin.

You start with her shoulders, sweeping her soaked locks down her back, wet, heavy and darker now. Washing her takes time, patience, and gentleness-you bring the palm of your hand over her shoulder while the other directs the shower head. The water trails down her arm, little rivulets tracing over her porcelain skin. You draw the shower across her back and admire how the water caresses the curves of her frame.

She keeps perfectly still, save the tremble that comes with the rise of her chest each time the water meets a sensitive point. Your hand follows in the water, over her sides, slowly. You draw her close against your chest, putting your head beside Minju's, looking down over her shoulder. you bring the head of the shower to her chest and let the water flow across, over the swell of her breasts.

You whisper into her ear, "Stay just like this. Let me wash down my toy after use."

Your name comes out of her mouth, a little strained, and when you wrap your arm around her and cup her little breast, she immediately whimpers. This poor girl still hasn't cum, and she's so sensitive.

You rest her against you, keeping your front flush against the curve of her back, and there is something wonderful and sweet in the way she falls back against you. Minju leans her head back on your shoulder, a nuzzle, and your hand continues to cup her and you play with her nipple. The shower, however, you bring lower and lower, down over her slender belly and between her legs.

The lower it goes, the more soft whimpers she makes, and Minju's feet begin to curl, and she draws a slow intake of air through her clenched teeth. You dip the jets of water low, and Minju finally gives out this small groan, her eyes squeezing tight and her mouth opening and closing, the words and sounds catching as she trembles all over.

You press it against her pussy, and she bucks lightly backwards against you-hard-and grinds. A pleasured exhale, a sign of satisfaction. That the poor girl is finally getting her pleasure but "No, no, no," she says-is she feeling guilty for it?-and she struggles forward from your grasp.

"Shh... it's okay," you soothe her, but she still jerks her body. There's this fact, that always rings true, whenever you use Minju like this. Part of it, she told you before, is how in her own head she degrades herself. She tells herself that she doesn't deserve to cum. That a toy's only purpose is for others, and she will deny herself an orgasm until you give her express permission to finish herself. That's why she fights now, she is ashamed of her own arousal and enjoyment.

You press the shower hard into her clit and she groans, "I can't... I can't-"

"Yes, you can." You focus on using the shower in little circles, not allowing any distance between it and the sensitive nub. Her head falls back on you, eyes shut tight as if in anguish. "You have served me so well. You were so wonderful. Let go for me, beautiful." You murmur those things in her ear and Minju opens her lips to say something but no words form, it's simply a long, deep-seated, contented moan. A relief-filled sound that is music to your ears.

Her back goes completely tense, and her hips twist and buck, but you press firmly down, keeping her locked into the jet. She bites her lower lip, almost like she's desperate, and it hurts, the way her whole body tenses up for so many seconds before the relief sweeps over her. The sensations surge throughout her body, leaving her limp and satisfied.

After the rush passes through, she moans, over and over. Shattering pleasure has overtaken her mind and all she can think about is the joy her lover has bestowed upon her, the ultimate show of adoration and tenderness.

"Good girl. That's it. Give in," you breathe out the last sentence, and Minju moans louder, riding it out. Her body writhes violently and her toes curl as her breathing stops, she's stuck at the very height of her pleasure, but finally lets out an ecstatic, long-winded moan. You drop the shower, and cradle Minju with your whole body.

Her hips jump one last time against your hand and then she goes completely lax against you, her feet plant flat down and her whole body gives out. Minju slides back onto her heels, and her face drops toward the floor and she just smiles with pure glee. If not for you, she would collapse to the floor in this exhausted, limp state.

For some minutes, you hold Minju until she can find enough strength until the daze of her orgasm is no longer in effect.

"Now, let's really clean up."

"Let me," she says. "Let me clean you, please."

Indecency

Kinktember Day 5: Fingering

NMIXX Sullyoon x male reader smut

words: 2,093 Kinktember Masterlist

When you start falling for someone-really falling for them-it starts to manifest in the little details. Those little quirks you notice for the first time that you didn't before.

Whether it's the way she rests her tongue in the corner of her mouth when she's concentrating, how she has this little habit of drumming her fingers against any available surface when she's anxious, how she holds her hands to her heart and sighs before saying that something is her favourite, or the way that, on the rare occasion she feels shy, she drops her gaze so low you wonder if she'll ever look back up again. Every little discovery is an accomplishment, you feel like a true explorer of the unknown, completing a map of her.

Young love is a frivolous thing, and, yeah, it might be cliché, but you just can't keep your hands off of each other. You want to always be near her. Every moment has this certain charge. Even the most innocent contact can send your mind to places it never really had a reason to go. To think, one glance, one little innocent smile could be enough to leave you craving something far more than that. It's easy to be enchanted, infatuated, intoxicated, call it what you want, you could almost fall madly in love with her over and over again.

Of course, these feelings can lead to the strangest of temptations. So much so that a simple bus ride home can become something else entirely.

The way that her words pour into your mind, fill you, take all that you are and leave nothing behind is indescribable. You want it to stop but are equally enraptured and entangled by the image forming. "...Look, no one is watching. I mean, I really, really want to kiss you right now. Can I? Please..." her voice sounds dreamy, somewhere between sweet and a little naughty, the kind of voice no one could resist. She had been leaning close the whole time she was whispering, lips almost touching your ear, and her breath was warm on the skin of your neck.

"That's not what you said a minute ago, you asked if I could... you know." You're whispering to her as she pulls on your forearm. "We're on a bus, Sullyoon. There are people."

"I know." The low giggle that escapes from her lips would drive anyone crazy. "But they haven't looked at the back of the bus even once, and no one can see anything below our chests."

"This is crazy."

"Maybe, but I need you." Her whisper is ever so soft, and she's giving you those puppy-dog eyes.

"Seriously Sullyoon, public place. I'm sure it's like, illegal."

"Oh, but in the changing room was fine?" The edge in her tone has you shuffling in your seat.

"It's just..." You start to try to explain, but your mind is clouded over in thoughts of her. Memories of Sullyoon; pressed against the cubicle door, eyes heavy, lips slightly parted and cheeks flushed.

"Just kiss me. No one is watching, come on." She leans in with lips pursed and eyes closed, and before you have a chance to say no, or to think, or to do anything, her lips are on yours and you are lost in her.

Her tongue swipes over your lip and you open your mouth, letting her lead the kiss. Your teeth click as she kisses you aggressively, tongue pushing into your mouth, claiming every part. It's all a rouse-a distraction. She pulls your hand onto her thigh and beneath the fabric of her skirt, moving higher and higher.

She parts her thighs ever so slightly, and well... one of those little things you learned about Sullyoon? Is the fact that she really liked not wearing underwear.

"Sullyoon. Stop," you gasp her name against her lips. You grip your hand against her thigh if only to stop her from dragging it any higher, and you shake your head at her, trying to think about anything that isn't how badly you wish you could have her there and then.

She turns away from you, looking down the bus at all the blissfully ignorant passengers. The closest is just three rows ahead with a pair of headphones on. "They have no idea. I can be quiet, I promise."

She's leaning in to kiss you again, but your hand on her thigh shifts and finds its way between her legs and oh no. Oh no, that's wet. So wet. It stops her in her tracks, hot breath on your face, eyes rolling back, eyelashes fluttering, bottom lip quivering with her body's desire, just from a single touch. "Seriously," she breathes. "Please, I need-"

"You need to be quiet, alright?" The two of you are so close, and it is your turn to purr into her ear. You wonder if the light kiss against the soft shell of her ear and the gentle strokes of her inner thigh make her heart race just like yours is now. "You have to be as quiet as possible or I'll stop. Got it?"

"God yes. Yes. Fuck." She leans back, almost melting into her seat as you keep a firm hold of her, tracing teasing lines along her inner thigh.

Her knees shift as far apart as the bus seat will allow, and she hooks a leg over your own, and an arm over your shoulders. She makes herself look a lot more vulnerable and needy than she actually is, with eyes wide and watery. She's biting her lip, and oh, Sullyoon is so adorable.

You make a final check. A scan around the bus, with your fingers so close to where she aches. People are reading, talking, sitting, sleeping. Everything but looking at the back row. It's fine, you try to convince yourself as you run a fingertip through slick, silky arousal.

It's just as her breath hitches, her body tensing and one long breath is forced through clenched teeth. Then a lilting, restrained hum follows as you keep one eye on everyone else and continue, and you curse the girl beside you for being this turned on, and this irresistible.

Even just the first firm touch of her clit has her thigh quivering against your own. It has her eyes closing and her arm tightening around you as she tries her hardest to contain the shudder that runs through her.

"Sshhh," you tell her as you form little circles and trace patterns across swollen sensitive skin. Your free hand gently moves a strand of hair from her face, trying your best to distract her with the delicate action. But what's hard not to notice is the soft, staccato gasp from each steady pass, every gentle swirl and tease.

Sullyoon's head rolls slowly in a circle and falls back. As much as she wishes to throw her hips forward and bury your fingers, she commits all her focus to keep herself calm and still, quiet and composed. She feels the strain already in her core, aching for the touch of your fingers to explore. As good as the teasing is, it just isn't enough, she is growing desperate, and has involuntarily begun grinding subtly into your hand for more friction, but your touch remains constant, almost a little sadistically so. She wants nothing more than the feeling of your fingers thrusting in and out of her, buried deep, stroking within her as your thumb works at her clit.

Every gasp of breath and stuttered exhale comes faster, a struggled pant as you press firm but slow circles into her, rubbing her swollen bud beneath your fingers, and every little adjustment in movement and change of pace has her hips stuttering and squirming. It's easy for you to see just how quickly Sullyoon's restraint is failing. The way her chest rises and falls so rapidly, her fingertips digging into your shoulder. "Relax, or you're gonna get us in trouble," you say, leaning closer as she opens her eyes.

"I'm trying," is all she says under her breath. The frustration in her voice is impossible to miss, and with eyes pleading and desperation dripping, she throws one of those irresistibly cutesy little pouts your way, the kind of adorable expression that she has no idea the kind of effect it has.

You reach for her tie, collect it into your fist, and then use your thumb on her chin to open her mouth, and finally, stuff the cloth into her open mouth and seal your palm over top. "Can you be quiet with that?"

She nods in response, even more so at the press of your fingers on her sex. Two slide up and down, parting her folds, gathering her slick before reaching her entrance and lingering. Just one movement, one gentle, coaxing thrust, and your fingers would disappear within her heat.

Her eyes open wide, and she pleads you with those alone. Please. Please. Please.

It doesn't take any more convincing for you to sink two fingers knuckle deep. A choked, stifled whimper from behind the patterned tie and the scrunching of Sullyoon's nose have you wishing she could be vocal. How can you not want to know what she would sound like if no one could hear?

Fingers curled, palm against her, you fuck her with slow and lazy thrusts. Enjoying how her head rolls from side to side. Enjoying her teeth graze the cloth as you switch pace and speed with random intervals, teasing and fucking her all in one, alternating between regularity and then finding no pattern so that her hips are unable to predict a single thrust or rock.

Her back is arched into that same perfect curve you've noticed it always does when she gets close. It's one of the first signs you notice of her being close to reaching orgasm. That, along with her toes, how they always curl inward. Her sweet little tells, you know them all by now. She always asks you how you can tell, wholly unaware of how much her body betrays her.

You check one final time, no one seems to care about two people at the back, even if one of them threatens to tear the leather from the seat as she grips it so hard. That final confirmation is all you need, you hook your fingers and pump them faster, you build up to the point where she's so close to reaching the crest of her orgasm and it's going to be an intense one. Her eyes scrunch close, and there's another little tell that develops.

It always happens when she's holding it back, her right leg shudders violently when the orgasm is held off. So close to hitting it but needs that final encouragement.

You lean into her ear, lips touching against the lobe. "Cum for me."

Those three little words of instruction always work. Her eyes fly wide as you feel her tighten, those tiny muscles spasming, flexing and straining, releasing their built-up tension all in one. You watch her whole body tense, every muscle goes solid. Her hands, her thighs, her stomach, every part. The pressure on your fingers that she always crushes you with when the feeling becomes overwhelming is so perfectly tight as you pump them against the erratic jolts of her hips.

No one knows it, but she's moaning, singing her pleasure and release beneath the makeshift gag, into your silencing hand. It is a lucky thing it's inaudible, no doubt it would be a cute, beautiful, lust-filled moan that you'd kill to listen to, but not here. Her cum seeps over your hand, spilling from her trembling pussy. It acts as a promise. A promise of what she will do when you take her home, put your cock in her and fuck her until she cums for you again.

You smile, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I love you," you whisper, even though she's entirely distracted in the haze of pleasure.

Sullyoon, coming down from that orgasmic high, her senses return and realisation strikes her. Your hand drops from her mouth and she spits out the tie, gasping a lung-full of air, a relief she desperately craves. She leans her forehead into your shoulder, pushing through the tremble. "Oh fuck. Fuck, why did that have to feel so amazing?"

"Are you okay?" You whisper, lifting her head so you can check over her.

She looks up at you, eyes shining, "Are you?" She reaches out, placing a hand over the stiffness in your trousers.

Break Time, Break Her

Kinktember Day 6: School Uniform

ITZY Shin Yuna x male reader smut

words: 5,761 Kinktember Masterlist

"You know you can't smoke here, right?"

You make a point of taking a longer drag while staring her down, then blowing it in her direction. She blinks twice and her lips twitch slightly but otherwise, she holds your stare like it's a competition. This girl's gaze is intense and she has real wide eyes-it's the first observation you make of her, and it probably won't be the last. "So?" you ask with all the casual bravado of your rebellious heart.

"You're not the first to pick out this spot to hide, but the art professor always patrols back here and destroying people's smokes gets him off or some shit."

"And you're telling me this why? Just hurry up and go brown your nose with some teacher and tell on me already."

She finally breaks eye contact, only to glance over to her right, where the rest of the campus is, and then to step forward so she joins you out of sight behind the groundsman's building. You don't give an inch in reaction-your dead eyes watch every movement with the same lack of care you started with.

"That's what you think? I'm going to run and tell?" You don't bother to give any response; just a barely-cocked eyebrow to let her know how thoroughly bored you are. "I'm telling you as a bit of friendly advice. You need a better spot."

"Okay, you've told me, now run along," you snort dismissively, only to get a flat look of exasperation in return. You place the filter between your lips and leave it there before you fish out your phone from your pocket. Then this girl sighs, and right after that she plucks the cigarette right from your lips and settles it between her own. You manage a brief sound of confusion before she mirrors your motion from earlier and blows the smoke in your face.

"Listen." She points at you with your smoking cigarette held between her two fingers. "I can show you a good place where nobody ever goes."

Actions failing her appearance, you would admit she has caught you a little off-kilter. The tucked-in shirt with the button all the way up to her neck and properly fitted tie. The skirt sticks to the school's mandated knee-length fit. Innocence in her first smile when she rounded the corner and confronted you. Everything pointed to this girl being straight-laced and by the rules-but the second she stuck your own cig between her teeth and showed you a saucy grin, all expectations of a predictable conversation fell to pieces.

"So you can stay here and get caught," the girl holds out her hand, presenting the cig back to you, with her pink lipstick painting the filter. "Or you can put it out and follow me." She punctuates her sentence with a challenging smirk.

You snatch it from her hand, place the lipstick-stained filter between your lips and take a drag. She rolls her wide eyes for a second, and then you throw it to the floor and crush it underfoot. "Lead the way."

Her little triumphant smile washes over her face for a half second before it returns to her normal, friendly expression. She turns on her heel and expects you to follow her without another word. And while the anticipation does drive you nuts the whole two minutes you stalk around the buildings, and follow her into an old iron door that leads to a staircase, you have no reason to keep quiet.

"So, why are you showing me this anyway?" Your voice carries loudly as you head upstairs after her-her fingers only brush the railings as she takes confident steps up. "And who are you?"

"Not yet," she dismisses the question with the promise of more later, which means either this is actually a setup or a pretty unhinged person-for all you know maybe a bit of both.

"Fine."

The stairwell ends abruptly-she pushes another rusted door open, and the fresh spring air greets your skin once you pass the threshold. There's nothing on the roof bar a few vents and electric units. A quick and cursory scan around lets you determine you two are well and truly alone and with no chance of anyone else finding you. You cross your arms across your chest and keep the grin from tugging at your mouth as your companion turns around to reveal a smile spread across her lips.

"I'm not taking a step further until I get a name."

"Yuna," she says so softly before turning away and walking around to the side, behind the door and around the structure of the stairwell. You follow her around, letting the door swing closed. Behind it, there's a spot to hide from the afternoon sun, and not only that but there are a couple of old folding chairs waiting for a couple of troublemakers to come settle in.

"So there's no one else here?"

"What? Did you think I would lead you into some sort of trap? Are you really that self-centred? Do you think people are after you?" The joke rolls off her tongue easily as she props open a metal storage bin, revealing some... surprisingly familiar brands of cigarettes and alcohol, as well as a lighter.

"Listen, I've made some enemies in my past."

"So I've heard," Yuna smirks again. "The teachers were talking in their office about the new transfer, and how he had terrorised his last two schools..."

"And they just let you in there?" you ask while leaning against the wall and watching Yuna unfold a chair.

"Of course they do. The teachers here love me. All the women think I'm the sweetest, most loving girl." Yuna holds the chair just off the floor and then plants it heavily into the concrete with a scraping sound. "And well, all the men are pervs."

"Sounds like you have them wrapped around your little finger, so what do you want with me?"

"You're straightforward. I like that." Yuna retrieves a packet of cigarettes from the bin while her eyes roam down the length of your body. It isn't even subtle, the way her eyes dip to linger on your waist and then down to your thigh. "And you look tough, strong, and dangerous. A nice change to all the mousy boys around here. They are all just pussies, desperate for the smallest scrap of approval from me."

"Is that right?" you ask. Yuna pushes up a cigarette in the packet, grips it lightly with her teeth and pulls it out. She puts the packet down and then sets it smouldering all in one smooth action. You watch it all carefully, taking in the mannerisms, the casual, sexy grace to her motions, but all of them with the utmost ease that belied years and years of practice.

Yuna sucks in the hot smoke, closes her eyes, and lets her head roll back. You can't help but be drawn to the long line of her exposed neck. The smoke plumes upward for several seconds as it is released slowly from her full lips. Finally, her eyes slide open and find yours.

"Very," she drawls out the word, giving it more weight than it really needs. "You asked what I want from you? To have some fun."

"Are you having fun?"

"Not yet." Yuna stands from her chair and takes a step over to you. Close enough to place the cigarette into your mouth, and when she places it in your lips, her hand lingers a little before slipping down to your neck. Her fingertip brushes over your bare throat gently.

"Careful, you're going to lose a finger," you try and warn her, but you don't stop her advances, and she has a couple of perfectly manicured nails touching your skin.

"Who, me?" she scoffs, but the motion is just a distraction for Yuna's other hand as she traces down the open front of your blazer and then slips off the end of it and plants her hand right against your dick. She dares to grin right then and there, and it only widens as she tightens her grip. "You really want me to move my hand away?"

She begins to massage gently, and she bites her lower lip. She shuffles a little closer, pressed against your right side, with her mouth close to your ear. She takes the hand from your neck, holding the cig so you take a drag and then pulling it from your lips so you can let the smoke out. Yuna takes another drag before giving it back to you.

"Hold this." Her massaging movements are bolder now, and Yuna applies her entire palm to cup around you firmly before beginning a slow and gentle stroking. "Suddenly lost for words?" Yuna jokes quietly, with the cadence of her hand stoking the fire. "Do you like that?

"Yuna, you're fucking crazy."

"Crazy? They say to never stick your dick in crazy. I wonder how true that really is?" She is still running her fingers over your length, working the flesh and muscle through your clothes. You're starting to get hard, and Yuna can certainly feel it.

"I wonder if that counts for mouths too," you drawl back and it's a message received. She presses herself against you, pushing you flush against the wall, and then she slides her body down, making sure her entire front drags over you, dragging her breasts down across the hardness of your cock. You get a very unabashed stare, her lips agape with delight, and her hands finally settling to work your pants and belt free before yanking it down.

Yuna's on her knees and telling you, "Let's put that theory to the test." Her eyes drop to the object of her attention now, as she pulls it free and holds it in her left hand. Then Yuna grins as she inches closer-so close you can feel her breath warm and moist over the tip.

Her lips touch the surface, the softest of kisses and then you see her tongue lash out and flick against the tip. The contact is fleeting, but it's like lightning through your body. So, Yuna dips down to a new point and presses a deeper, open-mouth kiss. Lips around you and slowly sucks you into her mouth, feeling the damp warmth engulf the head.

She holds you there for some time, just the head inside her gently suckling mouth. She jerks you ever so gently and then looks up for a reaction. Her stare commands you to never look away, so you don't, watching those lust-glazed eyes look up as her lips close tighter. "Mmm," she moans softly before jerking you a little harder and faster while swirling her tongue.

A long exhale escapes your lips as Yuna makes your pleasure her priority. You hit your hand against the wall behind you, snuffing out the burning cig and dropping it to your side. Both your hands find her head, stroking her long black hair. Fingers wind into her locks, gently gripping.

"Come on, more, Yuna..." You start guiding her deeper, more forceful, and a part of your brain thinks this has to be a dream-no real woman would approach a guy in broad daylight and service like this. But clearly, Yuna is no normal girl. The way she slides those lips down your shaft and takes you all the way in proves that. And with the soft, muffled hums, her eyes lidded now with desire.

Her rhythm is steady, pulling all the way out until she reaches the tip, where she uses her lips to grip tight and slide right down to the base again, all the way, making your cock fully sheathed in her. She braces against your hips and slowly moves back and forward, grinding her lips and mouth along the entire length before picking her pace up.

"So good," you groan, fingers grasping onto her tighter, and Yuna obliges you by taking you faster and deeper into her throat. After a few frantic movements, she pushes deep and holds you there, her nose pressed against your stomach, her chin against your balls. There's a slight choking, gasping noise coming from Yuna, as she keeps you there until she draws her head back again and gasps for air.

"Mmm," she purrs and laps her tongue across the length of your wet shaft while panting. The base of your cock is painted in that same pink lipstick she left on the filter of the cigarette. She switches hands, grabs you tighter, pumps you aggressively, and asks, "You like my mouth?"

"Yeah." You hold her face in your hands, stroking her cheek, looking into those glittering eyes.

"They always tell me I'm blessed to be so pretty, what do you think, from up there? Am I pretty, watching my face with you in my mouth, feeling my mouth around you, taking you in my throat?"

"Yes. Pretty, so fucking sexy." You struggle to find any more words than that, which for you, is unusual-you're typically cool and articulate. But now with her kneeling in front of you, still pumping away at your cock and not relenting in her assault, you struggle to piece together another sentence.

"Show me then. Cum for me." She lowers her face down again and wraps her lips around your cock, moaning the command into your sensitive tip and then pushing herself as deep as she could go, over and over. Your whole body quaked in reaction, and so Yuna pulled her lips off to allow herself a breath of air, and as soon as your tip was out of her throat, she spat saliva all over the top, using her fist to pump her spit and your pre-cum over your cock as it slid in her hand. "Come on, cum, cum." She grinned wide and then planted kisses over the length and pressed her face against the throbbing hard rod, with her eyes pointed upwards and a silent, pleading gesture on her lips.

"Yuna... keep... just..." Words and requests die on your lips, but Yuna is satisfied that your reactions convey her actions well. The dirty girl pulls your cock into her mouth, and she won't stop now, not until you finish. And you're on the very brink, fighting your urges for as long as possible, but that means nothing. Her mouth is so hungry for you, sucking down every inch, eager for your taste, and Yuna coos softly around your cock, adding vibrations to the swirling sensation she is painting on you.

"Yuna, I..." You're about to try and give some warning, but the sounds are all there-the desperate grunts, your breaths all struggling as your body seizes and shudders. In the end, a handful of long strands of Yuna's silken hair are yanked in your fist while your other hand grasps the top of her head. But she is receptive, not panicked or fearful, she holds herself on your cock, steadying as you release yourself.

And you flood her mouth, and with each successive burst, you pull your head back and gasp and pull her head forward. Your hips buck as you release, with her name falling from your lips once, then again, a half-groan followed by, "Yes..." She sucks, and slurps and moans loudly, swallowing the thick and warm loads you give her. Your breathing slows, and your body loosens its tension, fingers in her hair gently release, and you stroke her while you catch your breath.

A loud, wet popping sound announces Yuna pulling her lips off your cock, but the slow slurp of her sucking out any residual juices is the sweetest and most intense sensation. Just a little spilt from the upturned corners of her mouth, and Yuna wipes them off her skin before sucking the same finger into her mouth.

"You're welcome." Her smile is back. Yuna pushes up to her knees and slides up to meet you standing. She opens her mouth to show the lewdest of sights, the very last of your load still in there. She makes a point of swallowing it and then licking her lips clean. "You owe me, handsome." She gives you a push in the chest, to create separation and keep you against the wall. "See you tomorrow."

She struts away, leaving you slouched, trousers down at your thighs, and recovering. Her fucking hips, ass, everything swaying with a saunter. The view is one of the best and is the last before the rusted iron door creaks shut and you're alone in silence.

***

A whole evening and morning have been and gone, and all throughout the memories of yesterday have plagued your mind. It's not like something like that happening is entirely new. There's been plenty of girls who have fallen for 'that guy who breaks the rules' and plenty of them who have found themselves on their knees at your feet, or any other manner of positions.

But Yuna seems different, from her smirk and her grin, the intensity with which she approached, the self-assurance and her playful flair. Her beauty is not to be understated either. None of those other girls has ever left you so badly wanting more like she has. Seduction personified. That view of her walking away, the way she threw those hips side-to-side is on replay in your head.

So when break time rolls around, you make a beeline right for the old, rusted door, and climb those same stairs, one by one. And finally, with the same metal door leading to the same roof, you throw it open. Your eyes quickly fall upon Yuna. She's not on her knees, this time, no, she's over by the far side of the roof, resting against the low wall and metal railing above it. A smoke sits in her mouth, lit, while she idly talks to her phone.

She turns toward the door, lifting an open palm to you signalling 'stop' while she continues to talk, holding eye contact with you the whole time. But your eyes stray. They move further down, dropping to the curves and dips. And then to her bare legs that you can see beneath that navy skirt. It's shorter than yesterday's-that's so clearly intentional.

There's a couple of minutes, stuck like this, she's talking on the phone and you're undressing her in your mind. Thinking of all the filthy things you would do to her. That smug smile plasters itself on her pretty mouth when your eyes gravitate back to her eyes. Finally, she ends the call, slipping her phone into the pocket of her blazer.

Yuna beckons you forward with the curling of her index finger. Your hands itch in your pockets, but it's not the usual itch for some nicotine-it's because they want to be in Yuna.

It's strange, really, because it has long been your mantra that structure, rules, and instructions were made to be broken and ignored, but there's something about her. Her stance, her countenance, and the very atmosphere about her have you hanging on her every word and doing what you're told. It's a wildly unfamiliar feeling, though the argument in your head as you walk over to her, is that it's simply a means to an end.

Do what she wants, get what you want. That's the plan-you think.

Yuna settles on the lowest part of the roof edge, perching herself on the flat surface and letting her long, lean, elegant legs dangle over. "You came back. For me?" she asks. The implication and insinuation are plain, and even now Yuna doesn't hide her eyes as they flicker across your form.

"Came for a smoke," you bluff and fish in your pockets for the familiar box and lighter.

"If that's all, I'll leave you be." Yuna stands up, taking another draw of her near-finished cigarette just as you light your own.

"You can sit with me if you want." It doesn't sound so much like an offer as it does a reluctant allowance. Though Yuna smirks back her approval. There is, you concede, a lack of point in feigning disinterest, but you do it anyway.

Yuna waits and watches, her head held at an odd angle, with a tilt. You seat yourself, much as Yuna did, and she retakes her seat, then asks you a most abrupt question, "How did you end up here? I mean, what happened at your last place?"

"Right out the gate, huh?" You snort, and take a moment before deciding exactly what you will disclose, and what you will hold back on. "Well, there was a girl there. Very pretty. Her parents were kind of big figures in town, business owners, celebrities, that sort of stuff." Yuna is apparently paying close attention, she raises her head up to look you directly in the eyes while you speak. "I never actually liked her all that much. The thing is, she never really liked her parents that much and she acted out, and in the end, I got all the blame."

"Were you to blame?"

"Probably. I enabled her. Gave her someone to smoke with, drink with, and have sex with. In the end, they forced me out. For their reputation," you mutter bitterly.

"That sounds really unfair," Yuna coos sympathetically. "Lucky for you, some girls can do all of that with you... without the backlash." She taps her lit end, and ash falls freely in the air before dropping silently to the ground.

"Let me guess-you."

"Got me." Yuna points a finger gun at you as her mouth curls up in a smirk. "We both know why you're here."

"Then maybe we can stop the verbal foreplay, break only lasts another twenty minutes."

"You're right," Yuna says, before flicking away the butt of her cigarette, and you make sure your own is soon to follow. "In that case, feel free to take whatever liberties you please. I'm sure my body will let you know what works and what doesn't."

Yuna stands and turns to face the railing. She moves as if it were rehearsed. Slipping her blazer from her shoulders and folding it so she can place it on the lower section of the wall and kneel on it. She holds the railing, bending forward, making no mistake in letting her intentions be clear and then waiting.

You switch into autopilot, following her lead, only you're slipping your trousers to your ankles and taking up position behind her. One of your hands caresses her hips, gently but firmly squeezing as it passes down her thighs and hooks underneath. You slowly lift the skirt up, so it settles on her waist. And what is underneath defies comprehension. An ass that's simply too big for her slender build, wrapped up snug in a pair of silky, black panties, just asking for you to destroy it.

Yuna trembles as she feels your warm hand cup her right cheek and begin rubbing and kneading and pushing. She leans into your gropes, encouraging you more and more. All of a sudden, you make a sharp slap hit that round ass, the impact a noisy pop and the slight reddening of her cheek. A quiet gasp escapes Yuna's throat when you press two fingers against her panties. You can feel the moisture, the heat that radiates off of her pussy lips, and the sound of her increased breathing as she waits and anticipates.

You drag her panties to the side and revel in the glistening pussy. It's hard to imagine a woman with a body that begs to be fucked as badly as this one. "If this is your way of convincing me to stick around, it's working," you comment dryly, as you coat those two fingers in Yuna's slick, and then spread her lips.

"Could you be convinced to hurry up?" She reaches back to her own cheeks, digging in her fingers and pulling them apart. "You can sit and stare some other day. I've had to wait a full day, remember, so why don't you skip to the bit where you fuck me, and fuck me good?"

"Who could argue with that?" You draw down your trousers and present to her cunt, a hard throbbing cock. It takes very little effort to hold her waist and position yourself directly against her entrance. Yuna shudders in anticipation, a series of shaking, excited breaths slipping from her throat.

You put a hand in front of her face. "Spit," you tell her. She spits out on your waiting hand, and then you spread it across your length. "Good."

Rolling your hips forward, you slip right into her. This woman, in this position, couldn't be any more accepting of a stiff dick. There's not a hint of resistance in her pussy. It is wet, hot, tight but giving. With one hand you grip a handful of her black, silken hair while the other slips up the white top of hers. Beneath, she wore a soft, laced bra. You hooked your finger right into it, and pull free a breast, then fill your palm with the warm and firm sensation of Yuna's tit.

"Like that, do you?" She teases. You show her no answer, save for rolling your hips with a new intensity. Each time you thrust your cock inside, your body slams forward, into hers, and you meet an exquisite squeezing as her pussy pulses around you. "Tell me," Yuna gasps out. "Tell me how good my little pussy is."

The volume of her voice starts climbing as you ravage her from behind, her cries become hoarse and higher pitched, her gasping getting shorter and more rapid as she pushes herself back into every stroke. "I love it," you grunt back at her, finding time between the panting and the focused act of fucking to respond. "The best. This cunt is the best..."

You grab tighter on her tit, tighter on her hair, and keep forcing Yuna's face toward the metal railing while you make her gasp and squeal.

"The way this slutty cunt wraps around my cock. I love it..."

"Oh yes," she whimpers back at you. "Your cock... Feels good. Like that! Fuck! Feels... feels really good."

Yuna lifts a leg to the upper part of the wall as if you need her help to impale her-you don't.

You release her hair, release her tit, hold onto those wide hips and thrust into her so pure and intense that the force leaves Yuna struggling to stay upright and pressing down hard with her hands against the railing. "Oh!" she cries and rolls her eyes back. Your lips curl upward in satisfaction and pride-what you're giving her makes her shake and moan and thrash back.

That thick, juicy ass smacks loudly and rhythmically into your hips each time you spear her over and over again. Ripples trace over the surface and jiggle after each violent impact. The rippling travels to her tailbone and her hips before disappearing underneath the upturned skirt.

A string of unintelligible words leave her lips, her eyes glass over and she says through strained moans, "Gonna fucking cum. Harder, I need it!" Yuna grits her teeth and growls out loudly as her grip on the railings becomes so powerful her knuckles are white. Her pink-painted nails scrape and claw at the iron, unable to find purchase as your slamming reaches an apex.

The powerful wave of pleasure washes over her and pulls her under its surface-it leaves her crying your name in sweet agony, throwing her head back, letting her spine arch while you ravage her, again and again, showing her no mercy whatsoever.

Her contractions around you squeeze you tightly, they quiver and try to milk the orgasm right out of your body, and you fight so hard to hold on for as long as you can. When you feel your own self start to ebb, you slip free from Yuna.

But the fucking is far from over.

Yuna twists around, using your body for stability, her flushed red cheeks and frazzled look betray exactly what is running through her mind at this moment in time-more, more, more. Her own hands are still wrapped around you, searching your cock as soon as it comes free from inside her.

She sits back, pressed and curled against the railing and pulls you closer in between those spread legs. She grips the length and guides you to her pussy, to the welcoming opening, soaking wet from all the juices her body spent on you so far. Yuna spreads herself as wide as she can and urges you in, panting, wanting more so desperately, and as soon as you are inside again, a wide, sultry grin stretches her red cheeks.

She pulls her hands away and urges you forward by gripping a handful of the collar of your shirt and drawing you inward. Lips to lips, Yuna whispers, "Fuck me," before crushing hers upon yours.

With no distractions and no obstructions, Yuna wraps her arms around the back of your neck and lets you go to work on her. Hard, powerful, intense movements that leave her pussy spasming, shuddering with the waves of fresh, raw sensations crashing down over her again and again. Yuna can do nothing, nothing but fold underneath you and take what's given her, with each movement eliciting a drawn-out, muffled groan as she breathes it out against your tongue.

"I'm such a little slut. A dirty girl. Such a fucking dirty, bad girl. A delinquent bitch. My family would be so ashamed. Everyone, I'm such a-" You interrupt Yuna's spiralling train of thought with a particularly hard thrust that drives the air from her lungs and causes a hitched whine to squeak from her parted lips.

She winces and grins. Then her lips are back upon yours, eager for more. You slow the pace, and she feels every long, lingering and painful inch sliding its way out of her, dragging against her walls, causing them to flutter. Yuna's eyes drift closed for several seconds. She enjoys the feeling. Then her eyes open, and lock with yours.

You're both looking right into the depths of the other's soul, and something electric passes between the both of you. Then the tip leaves her entrance, and Yuna, gasping in despair, her arms tighten around your neck as if holding on for dear life.

"What am I?" Yuna's voice is husky as she pulls from your mouth for the first time in minutes, a single strand of saliva still linking you together.

"A delinquent slut." You roll forward and spear her once more.

"Mmmnf!" is Yuna's only response, a muted hum. You start to get a comfortable and easy rhythm going, back and forward, holding her gaze the whole time, even while her head drifts back slightly and her eyes flutter. "Yes! Tell me what I am!"

"A depraved slut. Who sucks the cock of a guy she has known for five minutes." You grab Yuna's throat, she chokes up and struggles but she's loving every minute of it. The frantic movements. The overwhelming power she has no way of countering or fighting.

"More. More! Tell me," Yuna all but demands, "Tell me exactly who and what I am." She wraps her hand around your wrist and draws your touch tighter about her, digging her nails in and helping you choke her even harder.

"You're some privileged, spoilt girl who uses her sexy body and pretty face to get whatever she wants. Is that right, slut?" She's nodding. She's actually fucking nodding at those words. "That's it, isn't it? That's who you are?"

Again, she nods, but the gasping starts becoming more pronounced. You slacken your hold a little. A minute passes where your rolling strokes and Yuna's drawn-out breathlessness are the only noises. Your shared moment of mutual ascension starts drawing nearer. "Use this slut as your cum dump," Yuna cries out. "It's safe, just do it. I need it, I fucking need it, cum in me, cum-"

"You act all special, but we all know you're not. You're just a big ass and dirty mouth with a hole. One that everyone and anyone is welcome to enjoy at the drop of the hat. Aren't you?"

"Yes!" Yuna squeals and laughs and chokes back a cry of, "Oh god! Keep going, keep going, keep, going!" Yuna arches her back, her chest thrust forward, head tilted upward and those bright eyes staring right up at you in what almost can only be described as adulation.

"Gonna fucking do it," you grunt.

"Please!"

You don't slow as you draw near. You concede to the reality that you're about to finish, and you accept it. Allow it. Urge it, in fact, because that base, primal desire has overcome all other needs or wants. You can't think clearly, you don't need to. Everything boils down to the slick tightening grip of this girl's perfect cunt, and the sight of her cute face twisted in delight. The noises she is making, and the movements and her skin as it flushes with that vibrant red and her eyes turn glassy and half-lidded.

You come undone. "Fuck," you moan into her ear as the dam bursts and the hot torrent of your lust pours into her. She melts completely against you, crying out loudly at each pump of your hips as you spray out another sticky rope. It's only when you can't continue, the aching, burning tautness finally catching up, you collapse in a heap, breathing heavily.

"That's it. That's all I'm worth. I'm nothing more than an outlet for your dick."

You roll off her and sit at her side, against the cold concrete and colder metal. Both of you take the opportunity to regain some form of regular breathing, and finally, you ask her, "Is that what you want from me?"

"Yes. This is what I've been waiting for. Someone who isn't afraid to break the rules. Someone to hold me down, throw me over something, pull me by my hair and fuck me like he owns me." Yuna pauses to catch her breath before finishing with an admission, "So sick of fucking men who are afraid, who need permission, or who treat me like I'll break." Yuna sounds so far from that pretty girl image you first saw twenty-four hours ago. But it makes a perverted kind of sense.

"Just don't fall for me," you tease.

"No chance, you're not my type. You're just hot with a cock."

When We're Alone

Kinktember Day 7: Public Sex, Free Use

Le Sserafim Miyawaki Sakura x male reader smut

words: 5,976 Kinktember Masterlist

"Wait." Sakura tugs on your wrist. "Do you hear that?"

Staying still for a few moments, you close your eyes and focus only on what you can hear. There's a gentle breeze that flows through the park and gets caught up in the bushes and rustles the leaves. It takes several moments of straining your ears before you pick up another sound-something distant, a young bird's squawk. Though that's nothing out of the ordinary, so you tell her, "No, what is it?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Exactly, it's so quiet here," Sakura tells you in her softest tones, so as not to disturb the peace. "I like it a lot. I feel comfortable. At ease. Alone with you, finally."

It brings a soft smile to your lips as she speaks so affectionately under the setting autumn sun. You glance over at the horizon, where the glowing blue sky mixes with the lighter shades of the setting sun and mellows into something soft and beautiful. If it isn't an artist's dream, then nothing else is. She is right, too. Time alone like this is at such a premium that even a few minutes away from the rest of the group, her fans, and the horde of other staff members are truly precious.

Sakura looks as though she is biting her tongue, and eventually, she tells you, "I don't think I can go much longer without kissing you."

At that, she simply makes your heart race. Her small, smooth hand still holding yours as she shifts to position herself closer to you, the scent of her perfume fills you up in the most heavenly of ways as she presses her chest up against yours. Before you have the time to say something in response, her free arm wraps around the back of your neck and her lips connect with yours. They are supple, warm and perfect, and her touch sends shivers all through your body, which now moves as if magnetised to her-your hand so naturally slides onto her waist to draw her closer to you, and you reciprocate the kiss with rising heat and vigour.

You spend a few seconds like this, kissing your girlfriend in secret. Sakura caresses your neck as you both melt together like candle wax and let the weight of the world slip off your shoulders. She breaks the kiss and then the silence once again, "There really is nobody around..."

"Nobody around to stop you and I making out like that," you point out with the faintest smug grin on your face.

Sakura rests her palm flatly against your chest and bites her bottom lip as a coquettish glint flashes in those gemstone irises of hers. "Times like this, we might as well make the most of it, huh? And since I have you here now, and the feeling isn't going away..."

Alone together, hidden away, under the shade of a tree, it's as if nothing else in the world matters at that moment. Sakura plants her knees against the grass below, maintaining eye contact the whole time, and uses both hands now to slowly pull apart the knot at the top of her shirt and slip it loose. Soon enough it becomes clear what Sakura's intentions are, as she works at your zipper with her dainty fingers. Your gaze travels to that delicate neckline of hers, framed so exquisitely by a few loose strands of fair hair which lay against her porcelain skin, and the edge of a plain white brassiere which peeks out above the falling shirt.

"Here? Now? Kkura..."

"I want it. I want you, right now. Besides... isn't there something sexy about this?" Sakura flashes you another quick grin before shifting her hand into your pants. Her touch is tender and sends a rush of chills through every vein in your body as she grips the tip of your cock with two slender digits. "It's been weeks and I'll be quick about it, promise."

She has all the look of an eager kitten about her, and she already has your cock hardening and sensitive between her fingertips, but you can't just do it out here in public. "Sakura, wait a moment... somebody could pass through the area. A jogger, somebody walking their dog, or maybe even-"

She purses her lips and takes you into them with the finesse only she can exhibit. The silken wet warmth which enwraps the crown of your erection as it passes into her mouth and across her tongue causes every rational thought and inhibition to come crashing down around you. There's only the feeling of Sakura, the way her touch leaves a pleasant sting against your skin, the way she goes so enthusiastically at sucking your cock as if it was candy, and that angelic expression which always drives you wild as the cock in her throat causes her eyes to water.

"Jesus, Kkura." You let out a weak, shallow gasp, which only excites the petite idol further. Her fingernails dig into your legs as she works at sucking you faster and harder. She's stroking you at the base and licking you at the tip, letting the occasional whine leave her throat. "You're too good at this."

She pulls back with a kiss on your tip, now rubbing your whole length inside her fist, "If I'm so good, then surely, you don't want me to stop, do you?" Sakura flashes that irresistible smile of hers again. "Not until you cum in my throat, just like last time."

And she's so perfectly right while doing something so unbelievably wrong. You're soon to realise that the only way out of this dangerous situation is to finish in her, the consequences be damned. You'd be an idiot to waste the opportunity.

"You're so bad," you whisper down to your girlfriend.

"Only for you," Sakura says before enveloping her mouth around your cock once more. This time, though, she makes no delay in the rhythmic sucking. Her hand joins with her lips as her head moves to and fro, swallowing you whole as she stares deep into your soul with those enticing eyes of hers, full of lust, admiration and complete infatuation. It feels amazing, better than ever, as the sensation of an orgasm comes closer.

"Ah, fuck," you let out quietly as her sucking grows tighter. She must have sensed how close you are because her movement speeds up once more. The sounds become vulgar as her wet lips run against your bare skin, and she's not making any attempt to hide how loudly she's enjoying sucking your cock. But you can barely keep your thoughts together any longer-

"Fuck, Kkura," you gasp as she sinks right against you, pushing her nose against your stomach, and your tip pushes against the tightness of her throat. That's enough to finish you.

Sakura hums a content tone while milking your cock dry, still jerking at the base as you spill hot cum into her. She swirls her tongue around and around to collect everything you give her while wearing an absolutely delighted expression. Even after the sensation begins to fade away, she keeps sucking, as if she's determined to make sure you're totally drained. Eventually, though, she slows to a halt, pulls her lips away from you and raises to your eye level once again. "Mmh, sorry," Sakura purrs, wiping a stray tear away from her eye, "I just love making you cum in my throat. And today, well, I really didn't want to miss a single drop."

"What the hell was that?" you ask, while buckling up your trousers and while Sakura is refitting her shirt over her shoulders.

"That was a reminder. A reminder of how good I can be for your pleasure. I don't know how you can stand that same old routine, going weeks without touching me, without being tempted to bend me over, or push me against a wall, or something."

"I think about it more than you know."

"Do you, now?" Sakura's cheeks turn rosy. "All the time? Maybe you should just start using me then. Take me whenever you want to."

"Kkura, I can't just do that."

Sakura takes hold of the collar of your shirt, pulling herself against you, letting a deep, confident moan roll off her tongue, "Yes you can. I want you to. Just imagine me at your mercy. Me getting so wet at the mere sight of you, without you needing to move a finger, just because I know that at any moment, as soon as we're alone, you could just take me and satisfy yourself."

Your body, like it knows your filthy thoughts, reacts accordingly. Your cock throbs back to life and twitches as you recall the last few moments of watching her kneeling below you. You think of all the possibilities that you will face. All the ways that you will just pull her aside and fuck her without inhibition.

"Oh," Sakura giggles and gasps, feeling it press against her. "Someone's up for it. What a shame we have somewhere to be. Because you know," she brings herself into a sultry whisper as she runs her hand through your hair, "I would do anything for you. Anything." She punctuates each syllable when she repeats it. "Anything."

Then like the flick of the switch, Sakura goes back to a sweet and innocent smile, pulling your hand in the encouragement of continuing your walk as if nothing happened. As if your head isn't fucking spinning from the words she just said. Mind spiralling into every possible kink and fantasy she may let you indulge in.

***

It took Sakura all of five minutes to convince you that on her day off you should take her for some fast food. See, all the dieticians in the world couldn't have warned her off of her craving that morning, so as soon as the manager said she was free to go, she was hounding you to take her. Of course, it was inevitable that you would end up here, sitting across from one another in the restaurant.

"You know, we've never really had a real date. You know, fancy restaurant, wine, candlelit dinner."

You reply with a laugh and then recall a memory, "There was that one time when we tried to have a real first date, and then you got recognised and we had to do the whole fake vlog thing and I had to pretend to be just your manager. Guess that doesn't really count. Or at least it was very quickly cut short."

"Definitely didn't count! Even if we did end up back in a hotel room, I had to spend the whole 'date' pretending to talk into a camera until those fans left." Sakura leans across and reaches for your hand. "It's kind of funny, the lengths we have to go to get some alone time, isn't it? "

It's been about ten minutes since you both finished eating, now you're just sharing a pair of milkshakes, hers, strawberry and yours, vanilla.

"Good thing about being outside of Korea, not so many people will recognise me," Sakura adds, leaning back again to prop her feet up on the empty chair beside you.

She looks good, casually dressed with a white oversized jacket on top of a black-on-black, tank-top cargo-pants combo. With her face devoid of make-up, just a faint lipstick tint on her plump pink lips, she has that perfectly messy 'messy' and wind-blown, natural wavy hair thing going on.

And there's a thought that creeps into your mind. Just sneaks in around the back and by the time it makes itself known, it's already deep in your mind. Just a few days ago, Sakura told you that anytime, anywhere, anyhow you could just have her. Use her. Make her yours. Fuck.

"What are you thinking about? Your eyes are all glaze-y," Sakura asks, cocking an eyebrow.

You say nothing but put a hand on her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sakura giggles, shakes her head, and flashes a wry smile.

You stand up and extend your arm outwards, offering your hand, "Come on."

Sakura looks back and forth between you and her drink and back again, a befuddled smile and look in her eye. "What's up?"

You reach down and take her hand without saying a word, encouraging her to slide off her seat. She follows and remains silent, asking questions with her expression, and following you without hesitation. You're headed straight to the bathroom, and your girlfriend still has no idea where you're going or why.

The disabled one is unlocked, good. With a twist of the lock and click of the handle, the two of you are locked in together, and then it starts to click in her mind. Especially when you turn her around and push her against the door. Her pupils are big and her breathing gets heavier, and more uneven, her face heating up under her rosy cheeks.

"Oh, god," Sakura whispers.

She stays there, flush against the door and allows you to have your way with her body. You pull the jacket from her shoulders and pile it on the floor before tracing your fingers down her spine and over her ass, groping her as you continue to search her figure. She breathes fast, impatient and greedy as you hook your hands on the waistband of her pants and tug them off along with her underwear, exposing her little, pert ass.

You force Sakura against the door and tilt her hips upwards, manipulating her as though she's just property to be used, but then that's what she wants. Her beautiful skin shines in the incandescent light of the bathroom, you admire it as you pull your cock free from the restrictions of your pants, and then push it against her folds to feel the sweet warmth and wetness. Sakura gasps, "What are you... not in here... fuck."

"This is exactly what you wanted."

"But someone could-"

Her complaints end when you take the plunge. That alone drives an audible hiss from Sakura. As your shaft slowly penetrates her, you drive further and further as the tension in her body eases and the warm insides of her pussy invite you inside. When you bottom out against Sakura's plush butt, you tease her further by withdrawing inch by inch until just the head is still inside of her. The temptation to dive straight back in becomes too great as you seize her waist and hold her in place as you take her.

She's left powerless, only able to submit and let the sounds flow freely. Her cute, soft gasps grow louder and higher with each and every thrust and before you know it, you're fucking Sakura hard, and you're fucking her deep. You've gone full throttle without an ounce of self-doubt. No, because you want this. You need it. And she's happy to just lean forward and take it, throwing a hand over her mouth to try and muffle her moans.

"I can't keep it down, uh- I can't believe you're doing this." Sakura breathes the words heavily. Neither can you, to be honest. Here she is, almost in tears of joy, whimpering with pure and unrestrained lust. Everything Sakura gives you spurs you on with even more enthusiasm.

You stuff three fingers into her mouth, and the surprise, yet instant compliance of your girlfriend turns you on all the more. Sakura sucks on them dutifully, desperately trying to restrain the volume of her groaning and keening. She closes her eyes and her brow knots tightly. That's your tell that she's getting close but you won't stop fucking her until you're good and satisfied, she could struggle as much as she pleases, but she won't leave unless you're done.

And with Sakura starting to quiver under you, you've made your decision that it won't be a second too late. You quicken the pace, ploughing in as roughly and violently as her slender frame will let you. All you're thinking about is reaching your climax as you see Sakura's eyes roll back, and the feeling that rises inside you cannot be fought off any longer. So you ride the tide, letting that primal instinct guide your hips with reckless, animalistic abandon, holding your cock deep inside your lover.

Sakura is quivering and clenching and tightening as you keep spilling more and more of yourself inside. She cums in a subdued cry, stifled by your fingers, and the juices that run down her legs must be enough to confirm how thoroughly you just stuffed her. A lewd and blissful smile of satisfaction spreads over her beautiful face and you watch a tear trickle over the curve of her cheek.

Gently and slowly, you begin to remove yourself. And when that's done, when your job is complete, you tuck yourself away and kiss your girlfriend on the forehead. "Good girl. Now pull up those trousers and go get in the car, we don't want to be late."

Sakura gulps, then pushes her body off the door, and exhales a satisfied sigh. "That was... amazing, and I'm so full. Don't ever stop doing this, please." She takes a long, slow breath as she pulls up her trousers, a little bit uneasy with her footing. "I can feel it running down my thigh, did you have to cum so much?"

"For you, yes."

***

"Can I get either of you a drink?" The manager of Chrome Hearts asks just as he's about to step out of his office.

"No, thank you, we will be okay, yes?" Sakura nods, smiling at you. "We can wait thirty minutes."

"Great, sorry again, but I'll be back right after I sort this."

"Take your time," you tell him as he closes the door.

Sakura sits on the couch, with her bare feet up on the leather, leaving her Crocs on the floor. The long white overshirt hides most of today's rather revealing clothes. She picks up her phone and continues scrolling aimlessly, looking quite content, even while she asks you, "Must be important for him to walk out in the middle of a sales pitch. Weren't we the priority here?"

"Well, maybe we can get him to throw in this wacky ass couch with the logo on to say sorry for wasting our time."

"Good idea," Sakura laughs. "I could put it in the apartment."

"Isn't it kind of.. tacky?"

"You think everything is tacky."

"So you would really put this in your apartment?" you ask.

Sakura looks at you and is clearly holding in her laughter. "No. No, I would not." The laughs you and her share are almost immediate, and then Sakura lifts her feet in the air and says, "It's comfy though, sit down."

"Sure," you say and when you do, Sakura rest her feet on your lap. Without so much a second thought, you put a hand on her calves. It's oddly comfortable, or maybe that's an excuse to touch Sakura. It doesn't matter. Not when you feel so at ease together, and able to enjoy being idle like this. Sakura smiles and returns her attention to her phone. The both of you remain quiet for a while, with Sakura turning her phone in her hand to play a game.

Boredom lets your mind wander. Looking around the room at nothing in particular, you find yourself in a playful mood. Bored, but you have the best entertainment right in front of you-your girlfriend. It's not like she's the most ticklish, but a gentle couple of fingertips on the sole of her feet has her struggling to even hold her phone up without dropping it in laughter.

"Stop stop stop!" Sakura whines, trying to pull her legs away. She slips from your hand and she pulls her knees to her chest.

"Hey, give me them back. I'm not done."

"What do you want my feet for, perv?"

"Well I'm bored and all you're doing is playing on your phone. Do you want me to touch something else? Fine."

"Who said I want anything touched," Sakura turns her chin up. You catch a glimpse of the amused glint in her eyes as she maintains a solid facade of disinterest. She goes right back to tapping on her screen without hesitation.

"Kkura, come on." Your tone is a little stern but that's more than intentional to see how she'll react.

She gives you a puzzled stare, curious. "Okay," Sakura mutters as she unfurls her legs and rests her feet in your lap, and then she lets the slightest of smirks form on her lips, and she makes no further attempts to hide how entertained she is. "Do whatever you want."

Sakura lets you rub your fingers into the sole of her foot. First a little light, circular rubbing around her ankle and foot, and then down onto the soft spot by her heel, slowly getting more forceful. "So, you think it's strange to like your feet?"

"Hm," her eyes dart to you and a thought occurs in her head. Her features begin to sharpen, and then relax. "I'd say, it's a little... unconventional? But if you like me so much that you're this desperate to get any part of my body," her teasing gaze draws away. "It's kind of cute."

"Good." You guide one of Sakura's feet onto your crotch, just allowing her to press against it. She watches you with a fascinated curiosity as your dick stiffens through your jeans and lifts her foot upwards, keeping it gently pushed into your swelling hardness.

"Does my pretty foot get your cock this hard?" Sakura giggles with a flush of rose red to her cheeks, moving her toes along the outline of your length and gasps a sweet, satisfying moan. "Okay, this is kind of hot."

You take her by the ankle and guide her into a sort of rhythm of pressing against the crotch and rocking the foot along your cock as best as she can. Watching Sakura shift her focus so quickly has a surprising erotic appeal. That and it seems like this is driving Sakura as wild as it is you, just by her heavy breaths and wide, intrigued eyes. Her knees squeeze together, and it's easy enough to spot the quiver in her legs as she leans slightly forward and licks her bottom lip. She wants you too.

"That's really hot," she confesses. "Maybe later we could-"

"Not later. Now."

Your assertiveness puts a shiver through Sakura, who stammers a moment for her reply, "Wait, what... now? Not here. Let's wait and-"

"Anywhere. Anytime. Remember?"

She swallows nervously, but there's that look in her eyes again. It burns ever brighter as you slip your shorts from your waist and pull your cock free. Sakura inhales a slow, silent breath, but makes no effort to stop or redirect. "But it's just going to get mess-"

"Go on. Make me cum with your pretty feet, Sakura," you interrupt again.

She gives a soft nod and plants the sole of her foot against your cock and pins it against your stomach. "Like this?" she asks as her delicate, well-manicured toes coil around the underside of your dick. "Like this?" she repeats, gripping tight as the movements of her foot grow faster.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Good?" She asks softly, taking your groaning and grunting as a sign to keep going. The feeling of her perfect skin working along the hard, aching flesh of your cock is perfection, like she was made to get you off with her pretty little foot. "Or maybe, harder, like this?"

Sakura presses her foot against your abs and rolls it back and forth. Your pre-cum glistens her toes, lubricating the motion to divine friction-free perfection.

"That- Yes, Kkura, just like that," you pant, leaning back on the couch. Sakura puts her other foot at the base, against your balls, and rubs her toes over them too, and that feels all too fucking good. "You're fucking perfect."

Sakura doesn't flinch or change what she's doing at your compliment, she's too focused. Biting her bottom lip in the cutest of concentrated grimaces while her cute nose and slender eyebrows curl adorably, Sakura takes to getting you off as she takes to most things, and that's putting 110% of her body, heart and soul. So devoted, so driven, such an eager girl she is. You have the most gorgeous girl alive playing with her toes around the crown of your cock, and somehow that feels a lot lewder than simply just letting her suck you off.

"Should I use two feet?" she whispers.

"Fuck, yes," you say with no shame or restraint and you turn to face her, cock poking into the air.

"Okay," Sakura places the phone on the leather beside her, scoots forward with her legs in the air and then clamps both soles around your cock, sandwiching it between those beautiful feet of hers. There is only a fleeting moment of adjusting, and once it's comfortable for her, Sakura takes hold of the shaft and resumes those blissful movements along the full length, letting her toes run along the tip and back. "Like this?"

It's all a little awkward, it doesn't have that same control as a handjob or blowjob, but it's lewd and it feels fucking amazing, and you just can't look away. Because this is actually happening, Sakura is working your shaft over with both her dainty, feet, curling her little white-painted toes around your shaft, tightening her grip, making every beat of blood pump harder and hotter.

She's perfect, simply perfect, just like her touch.

Sakura leans in and spits onto your cock. There is a satisfying squelch, wetter and sloppier as her toes spread her warm saliva up and down. "Why is this so hot? I don't understand. It's making me so wet."

It's her lust for it, a hint of envy because she wishes it was her pussy coiling around your girth, or her mouth sinking it to the base, not a footjob, but simply the act of pleasuring her man does things to her. "Yeah?" you strain out, to encourage her to say more.

"The power, I guess, watching you lean back, losing yourself to my feet." She grips tighter and her feet bounce faster along your cock. "I really want to ride you. Please, can I sit on your lap? My pussy's throbbing so hard for you."

You shake your head and she whines. She squeezes her feet tighter and drives the movement a little faster. The motion has become flawless, up and down along the head of your cock, you let the sensation flow as your eyes roll back and a loud gasp of a groan forces from your lips. It's like this girl was made to pleasure you.

"You're going to cum, aren't you? I can see it, feel it. Oh my god. It's hot, so hot. Please, please can you cum on my feet? I know that's weird, but it's so hot and I don't think I'm gonna stop if you don't, just hurry up and let it go. Cum on them, please cum. I want it."

Your gut aches for release and your shaft pulses within your lover's smooth embrace. You allow yourself to flow, allow the lust and instinct to control your body. Pleasure itself surges through your veins, like fire burning along the very wires and fibre that control and drive all that is you, until eventually, after a few more quick thrusts of your cock against Sakura's feet, it becomes too much, and you can't stand it another moment longer.

Then the surge explodes from you as ropes of semen shoot, but Sakura is ready for it, holding her toes on the tip to make sure it stays on her feet. You spill down both of her feet, covering them in your cum.

Sakura, awestruck and proud, watches as you stare dumbfounded at her, too drunk and in love with that ecstatic buzz rushing around your head. When it's finally over and Sakura finally moves her feet off from your lap, your head falls back onto the sofa.

There are a few moments of silent, bated breath, you close your eyes briefly, and when you open them again, Sakura is using her fingers to collect your cum from her feet and put it into her mouth, holding some tissues in the other hand. Sakura moans, hums, and giggles as she cleans herself. You close your eyes again, and after a short while, Sakura starts licking at your cock, cleaning your sensitive parts at the same time. You pat the top of her head with approval. "Good girl."

***

Sakura, for how much of a homebody she can be, has been pretty insistent on seeing all the pretty places she can while travelling, so walking some random street with her as the night sets in isn't an unusual thing. There's something satisfying and magical about wandering around the world without direction or intention, seeing the sights, discovering something new, and taking advantage of the opportunity.

She's a couple of steps ahead of you, about to pose for a social media photo, making the most of an opportunity like any good idol should. And man does the moonlight suit her. She drops her denim jacket off one shoulder, and the indigo shade kisses the skin of her shoulder, midriff, legs and face like she was born to shine under a starry sky, and you feel compelled to admire her for as long as you're given the chance.

"Hey, did you take the photo yet?" she eventually asks you.

"Sorry," you mutter, refocusing. Sakura poses again. "Yes, sorry. One, two, three."

She twists her body around a little, brushing a couple of fingers along her lips and presses her legs and chest out, fluttering her eyelashes to show those sultry gems hidden behind her lids. The shutter of the camera, the brief flash, and that should be a couple more seconds of her looking more stunning than she probably has any business doing.

"Did you get the shot?" Sakura asks.

"Perfect." You walk forward and hold out the phone towards her for appraisal, waiting with a breath in the back of your throat.

Sakura stares at the image on your screen, at herself, a soft smile forms across her lips as she lets a quiet chuckle, "It's nice."

"Nice? Don't be so humble."

"Ah," she shrugs, "well, I do like the lighting a lot. Let's keep walking."

You stroll for a little while, you're still a few steps behind her, watching her long legs as she struts forward confidently, knowing exactly what the swing of her hips does to everyone who sees it-including you. You're so focused on her that it feels like you're the only two people in the whole city.

"I can feel you staring again."

You bring your eyes back up, only to see her looking back, smiling playfully. "So? Who said I can't check you out."

She slows her step so that you can close the distance. When you're a step away she takes your arm into hers. "Nobody said that. Checking me out is fine. If you weren't, well, then we would have some problems."

With her so close to you, you breathe deep in her heavenly aroma. It's a pleasant floral fragrance but not overwhelming and not cheap-nothing overproduced or artificial, the real her shines through in everything. You're walking arm in arm for a few step more until you turn her to the left, into a quiet alleyway behind a line of apartment buildings.

"Why are we going this way?" Sakura asks, "What, what are we..."

You find a back door, locked up tight, but enough of a cubby to slip inside and not be seen from the street. "Here." You push her back against the door and instantly bring your lips into hers. There is no resistance from her body and her tongue quickly connects with yours. With your hands, you push up her light, knitted crop-top and her bra too, letting her perky nipples escape, immediately erect with the touch of the air, but even faster with you taking a hand to each. Sakura hums with a satisfied moan.

"What are we-?" she manages to speak.

"Here," you reply, "Now."

Her smile beams even in the dullness of the alleyway and her hand slides down to your lower back and she hooks a leg over your hip. She grinds herself against you, harder, pressing the cotton of her underwear up against your stiffening cock. "Are you sure?"

"No questions. I use you whenever, remember?" You roughly pull up her other leg, so you're the only support for her slim body. Aggressive movements push up her skirt and force her panties to the side.

"Ah," Sakura gasps.

"You're always so wet," you say as you're pushing down your shorts to free your cock.

"I'm always horny, I just can't help it."

It makes it easy to enter her in one movement. As much as you know you should be gentle and warm her up, you're horny too and you want to simply take her. After a few steady and rough motions, her legs squeeze tighter, pulling you in and she throws her arms around the back of your neck. Every slight, hushed whimper she makes excites you and urges you to pound her even rougher. She squeezes herself around you, then rocks her hips forward and back to massage your head and shaft. It's exhilarating, exciting, and refreshing to do such a forbidden act.

The metal door clangs in its frame as you pound her against it. Harder. Faster. But it does nothing to muffle the melodious sounds coming from your girlfriend's mouth. You find an intense rhythm that soon has her panting uncontrollably, "Oh, I'm so- fuck," her voice rises in volume and pitch. "I can't even hide it," her soft lips caress your ear. "I love being used."

You grope her chest roughly, pulling at her pink tips as you bring yourself all the way out and drive yourself to the hilt once again, deep and powerful into the vulnerable petite body of Sakura. Her climax comes, and she cries into your shoulder. Sakura's nails dig into the nape of your neck. The warm sensation of her shuddering and the gush that flows over the head of your cock can only push you towards the brink.

Your final movement pushes deeper as you finish yourself completely inside, just what your lover desires from you. And just as it feels like Sakura is at her highest, there she is again, humming and whimpering a blissful tune, a hint of a smile forming from the corners of her lips as she allows the entire contents of your sack to flood her core. You keep fucking your load into her, even after she finishes.

After all, Sakura loves it and wants to savour every drop you give her, and you are happy to provide.

"So fucking... intense. Fast and dirty, I can't breathe. I love it," she pants between long kisses on your neck. You let Sakura's feet touch the concrete ground and slip out, leaving it dripping from her entrance. A sense of satisfaction runs through you-It's invigorating to have complete control and domination over an angel like Sakura, to turn her into nothing more than an animalistic mess.

You step back and Sakura follows you back into the middle of the alleyway. She pulls down both her skirt and her top, and looks almost as if nothing happened.

The locks of the metal door slide open, and just as light begins to spill from behind it, you take Kkura's hand. Staring her in the eye, you say a single word: "Run."

Rivalry

Kinktember Day 8: Hate Sex

(G)I-DLE Shuhua x male reader smut

words: 4,799 Kinktember Masterlist

School rivalries can get fierce, but none as fierce as this one.

It's been drilled in since the very first day, no matter what class you were in. From math tournaments to football games, these schools live and die by their standing. If one of them wins, the entire school wins. If they lose, then the school loses with them.

The fun in this rivalry has long since been drained from the system, replaced with spiteful desperation and a toxic desire. The sort of thing that has spilt well beyond the competition hall or the sports field, so much so that local authorities have had to step in for the safety and peace of mind of the students who might've gotten hurt in the chaos.

Needless to say, no individual is really to blame-or maybe all of them are.

You're coming off the back of a crushing victory at the start of this year's Summer Cup, bringing home an early advantage that, to you at least, has meant you could finally take a breath of fresh air, relax, and support your school the rest of the way. You had been chosen for the bits of media coverage (some of this actually makes national TV) such as the post-game interview spots, something not particularly fun, but something that gives you a chance to enjoy the win and rub it in the face of the rivals. Meaning that you were late to the ice bath and the shower and you're now walking through the corridor alone, while everyone is outside awaiting the next game.

Everyone except her.

There's a girl, wearing an outfit in the colours of your rival. Her yellow (really short) shorts, and white top, rolled up to just below her bust.

"You're in the wrong place," you call out as she walks closer, but she says nothing and gives a casual side-eye as she tries to walk on by. This pisses you off, so you move to block her. "I said you're in the wrong fucking place."

"Funny," she replies through that contemptuous smirk is there. She doesn't even try to mask it. "Since you're the one that's in my way. Get lost."

"See that?" You point to the wall, to the crest of your school. "This is our building. You aren't supposed to be here. What? Can't you read?"

The girl, having fully shifted her attention to you at this point, folds her arms beneath her chest. "Oh, grow up. It's an athletics competition. This is an athletics centre. You can take your tribalism elsewhere, bud."

The nickname and condescending tone, the absolute nonchalance that this girl seems to be able to project when speaking to you...it does something. It sends a twitch through your fists. "My tribalism? You're the one sporting your colours in our building."

The girl makes a brief, sarcastic sound. "I hate you all the same, but that doesn't mean you can deny me using the toilet in here. Move."

"Why don't you walk your pretentious arse back out the door where you came from, find the one next door and use it instead? Just seems like some foolish excuse to come in here and sabotage us, you people have a track record of this shit."

"Yeah, or," she responds, giving the most fake smile, before taking a step forward into your space. "Maybe I really need to use a toilet. Ever consider that, smart guy?"

This close, you can really take a good look at her. From her petite and lithe, athletic figure, to her soft skin, and messy ponytail. Her demeanour, too, along with her hazelnut eyes and pouting lips. It takes a moment, but soon, you recognise her. This is Shuhua. Maybe the most vocal of your rivals. Known for her antagonistic behaviour, her temper, her endless mocking and recently her frustration with always coming second.

"I know you."

"Congratu-fucking-lations, now step aside unless you want me to piss down your leg."

You grit your teeth at her crude words, "Toilet huh? Okay. Use it, but I'm escorting you there and then back out of the building. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you."

"I don't know, I'm a pretty skinny girl and you're a strong guy, maybe you could throw me pretty far..." Shuhua says as she steps past you. "You can wait by the door, fucking pervert."

You roll your eyes but don't dignify the insult with a response. Instead, you make sure to walk closely by her side and lead her to the ladies toilet. "You've got five minutes."

"Oh no. So scared," she drones before you swing the door open for her. She's about to step in when she stalls and glances up at you. "Sure you trust me? What if I... Oh, what if I leave the tap running and waste your water? How's that for sabotage?" Shuhua absolutely drenches her words in sarcasm.

You pull the door closed, forcing her to step inside without waiting for a reply. Once more, your fist twitches at the annoyance.

A couple of minutes pass before the door finally swings open and you watch as the girl saunters back out with a self-satisfied smirk. "There, that wasn't so hard, now was it? Want to come in and check the taps?"

That, funnily enough, does make you laugh, if a little humourlessly. "Don't you ever get sick of yourself? Actually, scratch that, that was stupid to ask, of course not," you mutter. "You know, I almost feel sorry for your school. Having to deal with you must be a real fucking burden. Hey, what's that they say, one bad apple and all that."

"Ugh, the fucking ego," Shuhua shakes her head as if she can't believe the nonsense. "You're even worse in person." She sighs and gestures in a bid for you to lead the way back towards the exit.

"Sounds like jealousy to me," you retort and start walking, and she follows behind. "Doesn't feel great, does it?"

You don't have to look, her exasperated scoff speaks volumes. "Wow. Is this really what your school thinks? Of course, it is, why would I ever have thought differently. You are all so fucking alike. All stuck in this same, boring headspace. And for the record, no, it isn't 'jealousy'. There is no jealousy here because I, unlike you, can pull my head out of my arse."

She's nothing if not stubborn, and while you know she's trying to get a rise out of you, you bite, "You're all the same at that fucking school, this is who they raised. Vocal, obnoxious, bitter. Too much time caring about how you look rather than results-"

A door slams behind you. You turn. The door to the locker room. Shuhua has disappeared.

You rush into the door, throwing it open. Empty, or so it seems, but she has to be in here somewhere. You walk down the left row of lockers, taking slow, quiet steps. Listening, hoping to hear the smallest bit of movement. The crunch of feet, a giggle, the slight jangle of coins.

Nothing.

You're approaching the end of the row of lockers and nothing so far. You get right up against the corner, readying to quickly round it when you think you hear a small breath from just the other side.

Three, two, one, and you launch yourself around the corner.

Shuhua is right there, waiting, she grabs you by the shoulders and pins you against the lockers with a crash, before smiling sweetly.

"What the fuck are you doing-"

You're immediately hushed by the feeling of something soft pressed against your lips, followed by the press of a hand against your groin and a thigh, nestled right between yours.

It takes a moment. You're not quite sure how to process this. It's instinct more than anything that makes your hands come to grasp and clutch Shuhua's ass firmly. She grins and lets out an approving hum, slipping her tongue in while squeezing harder against your groin and getting another equally pleasurable response of you tightening your grip on her.

There's a few moments of this, kissing, back against the lockers, Shuhua against your chest. Then, your tongue meets hers, and she lets a soft moan into your mouth. A moment of weakness that allows you to shove her backwards against the wall with a thump. It takes less than a moment and you're both back at it again, clawing away at each other. Your body presses her into the wall, lips parting before briefly, quickly reconnecting. Shuhua doesn't resist, and not long after, you've parted the kiss, she's moved her lips to your neck and you're running a hand down her thigh.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you growl into her ear as your fingertips approach the edge of those frustratingly short shorts. "Did your little brain figure out you can't win these events so you have to find other ways to know what winning feels like? If you can't beat them, fuck them?"

The girl pulls herself from your neck and takes a fist full of your hair. "You piece of shit," she seethes. "Like you aren't desperate for this pussy."

You aggressively push your hand up under her shorts and she squeaks as you clutch the flesh of her ass in a tight grip. You pull her and she raises a leg around you. "This pussy? You have got to be kidding me. Have you seen the cheerleaders at our school?"

She uses her legs to push you aside, forcing you to swap positions with her. She has you against the wall now, and her hand has dipped down the front of your shorts. She's grinning, groping you in a tight, frustratingly wonderful, fist. "Bunch of bimbos who fall to their knees as soon as you turn on the charm."

"I didn't even have to turn on the charm for you. What does that say about you?"

She takes a firmer grip on your length and a loud groan escapes from deep within you. Shuhua can't help herself, her lips quirking into that insufferable smirk, her eyes shining. "It says that you couldn't take your eyes off my ass the entire walk down that corridor, you fucking animal. You were practically salivating. Just like you're doing now."

She uses her free hand to swipe her thumb against the corner of your mouth.

"Pretty sure that's yours," you tell her before you slide your hands up her exposed sides and slip your fingers under her shirt, pulling it up and she quickly raises her free arm so you can slip it over it and over her head, leaving it around the arm still buried into your trousers.

There she is, bra and tits on show and being fucking annoyingly hot.

Even if she doesn't stop you from undressing her, she still berates you for it, "Look at you, can't wait to touch them, can you. Are you really that simple? See a pair of tits and you get hornier than a fucking dog in heat?"

"So says the girl who can't get her hand off my cock," you reply, hand slipping beneath her bra and your fingers closing around her nipple.

She raises an eyebrow and looks down at her chest, "Did I say you could touch me there?"

"So now we're talking consent, Miss 'Grab-cock-ask-questions-later'?" you snarl, fingers rolling the nipple in between them. "A bit late, don't you think?"

Shuhua's really stroking you now, even with limited space inside your shorts, she's able to use her thumb to circle around your sensitive tip with each jerk. "Yeah, well. I didn't sign up to get molested by a dickhead like you."

"Right back at you."

Shuhua laughs a little then cracks a wicked smile, one that is as seductive as it is contemptuous. The girl shrugs, reaches a hand behind her and unclasps her bra. She takes her hand out of your shorts and lets it fall off with her shirt. Bare little tits with stiff nipples stare at you-and you stare back. "Never seen a pair before? Or just not a pair on a girl as hot as me?"

"I've seen better."

"Yeah, sure you have sweetie." Shuhua tugs at the waist of your shorts and underwear until she pushes them down to your knees. "You know..." she starts as her gaze drops down to your aching shaft. "There's a rumour at our school that all the guys in your school are decidedly average down there, and are real bad at using them," she looks you in the eye with an eager smile, biting her lip.

"Want to know what they say about girls at your school?" You grab a hand full of her tit in a tight grasp and squeeze her flesh firmly, eliciting a sharp gasp. "They say all the girls are sluts but are fucking terrible at giving head. Funny, since all you seem to do is run your mouth." You push her back until it's your turn to have her pinned against the lockers. "Here, I'll show you how you can put that mouth to better use."

Pushing down on her shoulders, you guide her to her knees. "Hey, I never said that I-" You jerk your hips and you hit her on the cheek with your length. "The fuck?"

"You've been licking your lips since you pulled my shorts down. Stop pretending this isn't what you wanted." You rub yourself against her cheek.

"I should tear this ugly cock right off," Shuhua says as she wraps her fingers around the base of it. Then, before you have time to register it, her mouth is already on you, engulfing your head. The sudden wetness around your most delicate part, her tongue dancing along it, the suction her mouth produces; it's hard to comprehend all of it. What she says and what her mouth is doing contradict one another.

Then her head begins to bob, her lips firmly wrapped around your cock. As she sucks, she simultaneously strokes it, making sure no bit of you remains unserviced. It doesn't take long for her to build a tempo, and it doesn't take long for you to want more.

Your hand locks around her ponytail and she shivers when you pull at it. She glares at you but doesn't complain and continues working your length. Her mouth feels absolutely exquisite-warm, wet, and tight. With every stroke, the desire to be buried inside her gets stronger. You groan, moving her faster on your shaft.

"Rip it off, huh? Look at you sucking me off like the needy little whore you are. Just look at you."

Shuhua moans into you and she keeps on sucking. The vibrations the noise creates are an absolute pleasure. Your hips buck and the motion takes the girl by surprise, who immediately gags as you hit the back of her mouth. She immediately goes to draw back but the hand locked onto her ponytail refuses her release.

"Where the hell do you think you're going," you force your hips forward.

And you're off. You begin facefucking this annoying girl, who struggles and chokes every time you go balls-deep into her mouth. Still, not once does she try to push your hips, or her teeth to bite. Not once does her head make any gesture to signal that she actually wants you to stop, or even ease off. It seems she's determined to prove that she's not only better than all your cheerleaders, or your classmates, but she's also determined to prove that she's capable of taking everything you give, and all without needing to ask for respite.

"You're so much prettier when you aren't talking," you taunt her.

As a response, she stabs her nails into your ass. Hard. The pain makes you roar, both in surprise and anger. Shuhua simply responds by sucking you harder.

As fun as this is, the urge to ravage her more is still incredibly high, even if that means pulling out of the confines of the girl's sinful mouth. You give it a good couple of minutes before you finally relent and let her go. You pull your hips back and Shuhua instantly coughs, splutters and falls backwards onto her rear.

"The fuck do you think you're doing? I'm not done with that. Get it back here." She spits those words at you angrily, looking almost disgusted, with spit drooling down her chin and coating her lips.

You look at her, hunched over the floor, panting, in only her little yellow shorts. Looking more beautiful and desirable than you ever remember her doing on camera or out on the track. You fall on your knees in front of her and push your hand into her shorts, causing her breath to hitch and her pupils to dilate.

"Well aren't you eager?" she hums, letting out a husky purr as your fingertips tease the delicate lips of her entrance. "What's up, couldn't take any more of my mouth? We're you going to cum so quickly? I know you've never had anyone quite like me before."

"Not even close to cumming," you sneer. "In fact, let's get one thing clear. I don't have standards as low as the boys in your school, I don't just cum at the sight of some tits and the feel of your trashy mouth." Your finger slips past her lips and a surprised moan escapes her throat. "God you're fucking soaked."

"Trashy?" she scoffs and slowly rolls her body in response to your intruding digit. "Should have seen your face with my lips around you, you fucking adored it, dickhead. If you want disappointment, try being in my shoes. This pathetic excuse for fingering? It's like when I did it for the first time."

"Yeah?" You drive a second finger into her and curl your fingers as you begin to stand, forcing her to follow you to her feet. You push your body against hers, pinning her to the locker, squishing those tits against you.

She lets out a taunting, "Yeah" this time, huskily, while arching her back a little, raising those beautiful breasts. "And my first time was real bad. I couldn't even make myself cum. Maybe we do have something in common." While she's talking, you're using your other hand to free her shorts and panties from her hips, sliding them over that juicy ass that you press against the cold metal locker. "I doubt you have ever made a girl c-"

You move fast and hard. Your fingers curled into her cunt, palm pressed against her clit, thrusting into her, and your eyes fall right onto hers, piercing, right into her soul. Her eyes widen with shock and then quickly darken and roll back. Those sweet, vicious lips of hers open as her mind is stunned into silence and her face contorts in pleasure. "Cute," you smirk, speeding up.

"I-I'm fine. You-" You push your other hand against her neck and you lean right against her ear.

"Shut your pretty mouth," you growl, you thrust your fingers deeper. Shuhua can't control the shocks of her own pleasure as she grows limp, her eyes rolling back, her moans coming out uncontrollably and rapidly. Her pussy is quivering, pulsing, you can feel her orgasm growing inside.

You push closer and kiss her as the muscles in her lower belly spasm, and she trembles as her cunt clamps down on your fingers. Shuhua pulls and scrapes her fingers along your skin. "Fucking god, fuck," the girl tries to continue to speak, but she is in total ecstasy. You drink the words directly from her mouth.

When you pull away, her body falls away from the locker, but you hold her tightly and dip a hand right under the curve of her ass, keeping her standing. You smirk triumphantly. "Who can't make you cum, bitch?" you tease her.

"Fuck you," Shuhua mumbles into your ear.

"Oh, you will." You shuffle across the room, finding the nearest bench and falling back onto it, pulling Shuhua onto you. "This is all you're good for, I bet." You pull your shirt over your head and then Shuhua throws herself against your naked body. Her tits press against your bare chest, and your stiff cock is trapped between your stomachs.

"We'll see," she breathes, running a hand into your hair and yanking at the locks as she pulls herself upright.

Your lips meet hers, a passionate and desperate union as the need to be in her consumes your every fibre. Tongues dance and your hands explore one another's bodies. Groping, stroking, touching, squeezing, grinding. When the kiss ends, she leans her forehead against yours, her eyes lidded.

"I hate you," you growl into the space in front of her.

"You too," she says, hoisting her hips up over your cock. With a mischievous and playful look in her eye, she furrows her eyebrows. "But you won't when this is over. You're gonna fucking worship me."

Before you can think to retort, she sinks herself onto you and, after what feels like a torturously long series of minutes of teasing and waiting, your bodies finally unite. Her inner walls are unbelievably hot and wet, squeezing down around you as if desperate for you to remain buried within her. Shuhua makes no attempts to hide her expression, her head rolls back and her teeth press down on her lip to conceal an enchanting whine. Her breasts press firmly into your hands as you hastily reach to cup them.

It doesn't take long at all for the pair of you to adjust, and you begin to pump your hips beneath hers. She's fucking down onto you too and it's a mess, there's no rhythm, two different bodies fighting to control a single movement, all the while searching desperately for the best result. You're on different wavelengths, and it's glorious, the chaos is addictive. It's raw fucking, and it's fucking amazing.

As frustrating and confusing as it is, nothing in the world feels better right now. Your chest heaving with every desperate gasp as she grinds onto you and around you, her lust-filled gaze still struggling to fight away your shared frustrations, it's raw and incredible.

"Oh God, right there." Shuhua squeezes her eyes shut and buries her forehead into the crook of your neck, her body shuddering and tensing with every push you make into her. Her pace on you is irregular, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. But as her orgasm grows inside of her, she sinks harder and deeper down upon you, taking you as deep as she possibly can and as often as you will give it to her.

"Bad at using it, am I?" you jest with a strained voice, slapping her ass hard as the impact causes it to ripple. "So bad that you're cumming already?"

"Tch." She goes to speak, to say something witty and defiant, but the sensation hits and her eyelids flutter, she twitches and lets out a shuddering moan as another climax hits her, "Ah fuck. God." Her nails dig into the skin of your chest, hard, painful enough that you hiss. "I'm doing all the work here."

"As you should be. Getting the privilege to ride my cock, the least you could do is break a sweat," you tell her.

She opens her eyes to flash you a glare and she slams her body down on your hips a bit faster. "You just know- that you couldn't- fuck as good as me."

Shuhua rides you mercilessly, completely lost in her desire to get herself off again. You enjoy the way her tits bounce and the way you can freely land a series of spanks on her bouncing ass.

"Guess that makes me more of a winner than you'll ever be." She tries to bite her lip, to hide it, but the pleasure that shines through her features is impossible to miss. She cums again, harder, no doubt about it.

This time, when the climactic orgasm subsides, she fights against her exhaustion with ragged, heavy breaths. You can see her lips twitch. Words escape her, so instead, she focuses on attempting to ride your cock even more mercilessly, just like earlier.

"Looks like you're all spent," you continue and push a hand onto her hip, steadying her before shoving her aside and away, pulling out. Shuhua topples and stumbles onto the floor, with her hands on the bench, breathing heavily. She's bent over the bench and her back glistens with a thin layer of sweat, her ass up in the air. Her body trembles with anticipation.

You don't hesitate. Not for a single second.

Before Shuhua can so much as open her mouth, you're behind her, your hands on her hips, her skin slick.

"Here's your loser's prize," you tell her as you slide back home, back inside her, feeling yourself plunged so deeply. Her thick ass presses against your hips and you spread it to push in deeper. You take in the beautiful view of her well-toned, petite back. The outline of every muscle stretches and flexes as she claws desperately at the benches as her pleasure is recharged, and restored, as though the fire is reignited with your touch. She lets out a soft little hiss, the briefest hint of displeasure that's quickly overcome by her passion for the raw sensation of sex. She relishes your presence and your length, and as she relaxes once more, she allows herself to sink into the rhythm of the rut.

You fuck her, taking pleasure in the way her body pushes back against yours, your balls slapping against her, and the obscene wet noises as you take her from behind. It's a dizzying crescendo, a desire so great that it cannot possibly be contained. To both yourself and Shuhua, desire cannot be denied, for you to cum inside her.

All you have left now is to pound the life out of this smug bitch's tight cunt, one hard, sharp, aggressive thrust after the other.

"Finally-" You raise a hand and bring it down upon the cheek of her arse. Hard, harsh, jiggling. The skin flushes and burns an angry red. She squeals in delight, she arches her body up as she takes the rough fucking. "Finally something useful has come out of your fucking school. One good pussy, just for me." Another slap. Another cry.

"Making me cum, is all you're good for. Just a cock," she spits back as her body shakes and bucks back onto your hardness, "One good fuck, just for me."

Shuhua straight-up shrieks when you wrap a fist up in her ponytail and yank her backwards, arching her spine. She cums again like this, and the hot rush of pleasure sends you spiralling off the edge yourself. It is utterly satisfying, the burning in your loins, and the immense pleasure that follows as your dick unloads in powerful spurt after powerful spurt. All of the tension evaporates, and all the negativity flows away as you find absolute pleasure. Shuhua takes what you give to her and it's absolute bliss.

For the longest moment, there's nothing but moans and grunts as you cum together before you let her collapse against the bench and you fall over her. Shuhua heaves beneath you, your warm fluids slowly leaking out around your exhausted cock. You suck in deep, gulping lungfuls of air as you grind out the final dying sparks of a well and truly mind-numbing orgasm.

"Still feel the same way about me now?" you groan. Your cock slips out, followed by a mixture of your combined orgasmic release.

Her head lifts. Hazel eyes focus and then fixate on yours. She almost manages to mask the grin, but she can't help it. Shuhua bites her bottom lip and glances at the space where, moments ago, your body had been conjoined.

"I still hate you. Don't think this means I'm suddenly a fangirl."

"Of course not, it's in your DNA to hate me. Just like how the sight of you still makes me sick." You place a kiss against the top of her spine and savour the brief hum of approval she gives.

"Uh-huh." Shuhua laughs. "Shame you couldn't last a little longer... I was just about to let you fuck my virgin ass." She lays her forehead against the cool wood of the bench, and you rest your head between her shoulder blades. "I guess my pussy is just too much for you."

"Or maybe," you hiss into her ear. "Maybe I'm saving that for the next time I catch your obnoxious ass around here."

"You think there will be a next time?"

"I know there will."

Touch

Kinktember Day 9: Spa

Newjeans Danielle x male reader smut

words: 7,422 Kinktember Masterlist

"My client, did you see her come in?" you ask.

"No, why? Is she famous or something?"

"Well, that would explain the secrecy, and it would also explain a woman barely twenty having cash to burn at a place like this," you whisper to the colleague who is far too jealous of how you just got requested by name because that usually means big tips for a good service.

"Did you get her name?"

"Supposed to be a secret." Your answer dissatisfies her, and she throws you a side-eye. "Okay. Okay. Danielle something... Marsh?"

"Shut up!" She hits you on the shoulder. "No fucking way. Let me take this one and you can have my next ten VIP bookings."

"Sorry, but she asked for me by name," you tell her. She mutters an obscenity under her breath. "Want to tell me what I'm getting into here?"

And then the girl spews out a jumble of ramblings about K-pop this and K-pop that-the kind of reaction that only the truly obsessed can have. Millions of views on this, charting on that, really fucking popular is the gist of it. So basically the whole planet Earth knows who this Danielle is. Well, shit. No pressure or anything. "Get in there already, do your best work and maybe get me an autograph."

A few forceful pushes out of the staff room and you find Danielle where you left her, her cleansing mask still on her face, sitting in that long white robe. You step barefoot over the soft wood, heat rising from underneath it.

As you draw near, you ask, "Miss Marsh, are we ready to begin?"

"Dani, please," her voice says from beneath the mask. It's hard not to be intimated after being hit with the fact that the woman before you is world-renowned. Though from here, she looks like any other delicate young woman. Her feet are small. Bare, tiny and arched, they hang just a few inches from the floor, and they are as perfectly still as the rest of her. "No need to be formal, I'm here to relax."

"Then let me start by offering you a drink." The bottle pops as you twist it. The label is adorned in cursive. "Bottled at source, premium mineral water." Your arm raises the bottle so she can see the brand clearly.

"Is it magical water?" There is a playful lilt in her voice, "Maybe it has some healing powers?"

"Guaranteed to nourish the soul and unclog those emotional pores," you deadpan.

The facemask stretches with Dani's wide smile, and she lightly chuckles. "That's good, laughter is good for the soul."

"Right." You pour from a height and a theatrical stream flows. When the flute is halfway, you stop the flow and pass it to her hands, which take it gently.

"What? You don't even hold the glass for me? Put it to my lips and tilt?" It's another tease, the joke stretching on her grin, but now it is her hands holding the flute, her fingers long and smooth around the stem.

"I serve, not control."

"Those don't have to always be exclusive." She laughs, and the sound makes you feel something. "But I appreciate the intention. I hear you're the best in the business."

"I'll let you be the judge, Miss Marsh. Now, allow me to remove that mask. I have raised the temperature in here to help open the pores, and I would like to begin with a facial."

"I do love a facial." Danielle smiles to herself. "And again, please, just Dani is fine."

You step over behind her, where her head tilts back against the chair, her long hair cascading below, shimmering in the moist air. Lightly, you place the tips of your fingers along her jawline, finding the edge of the mask and gently lifting it upwards. She doesn't flinch at all, and you watch the wet mask give way to her face. Even upside down, Danielle is indeed beautiful.

With her sun-kissed hair, radiant skin, and effortless, elegant beauty. She is, in summation of all her parts: perfect. The image the word calls up has always been fuzzy around the edges, an abstract idea more than a specific concrete thing, because real people aren't like this. That's what you believed until you laid eyes on her.

"You take good care of your skin, Miss-Sorry-Dani."

"Thank you," she says simply, no joke this time. Your fingers ghost over her chin and then trace to her cheekbones, moving lightly to test her texture, all so smooth.

"First, I shall cleanse away any impurities," you say and lean down to examine her face. Even when you are so close, there is nothing for your scrutiny-no visible crevice, no blemishes, despite there being not a trace of make-up. It's all-natural.

There's a light whisper on her lips, one that you barely make out, "Good luck with that."

You tilt your head as you reach over for a fresh sponge, run it under hot water until it is filled, squeeze out the excess, and slowly drag a path of heat across her forehead. As your other hand holds the sheet over her neck to catch stray water, your first-hand works in large strokes from above, rinsing her skin with each successive pass.

As you focus, she leans back into the chair, and a soft hum escapes her lips. "Feels nice already," she murmurs.

You say nothing, working her in silence. Her eyelids are closed, her lips slightly parted, and she remains so still that, if not for the sound of her breaths, she could be easily mistaken as unconscious. This silence has a tranquillity and familiarity to it, one that feels like home, and without thinking, you are smiling.

She stays just the same as you begin to exfoliate her, brushing across her face in ever-widening circles. It's with such tenderness that her cheeks take a pink tint as she grows hotter and she smiles as you rub in gentle swirls, one spot, then the next.

Time passes in silence as you finish the exfoliation and apply all manner of natural, topical lotions, toners, and peels to Dani. When her skin is primed, you press your fingers against her skin and, starting at her forehead, you massage her face to a rhythm of long, soothing strokes. You enjoy touching her, you admit, which isn't exactly right for a professional, but since you have no outward reaction from her, you assume it isn't the end of the world.

Throughout it all, she keeps her eyes shut. Over time you move around her face, applying more pressure in some spots than others. She shifts and sighs, soft exhalations of her warm breath tickling your arm, yet otherwise doesn't move an inch. Her shoulders relax against the leather of the seat. "You really know what you're doing," she says, with a smirk. You pull her skin with your fingertips, moving them in large circles as it comes to an end. Finally, you tap your fingers gently over her skin to soothe.

"Now, your body, Dani."

Her eyes crack open, but slowly. "Are we moving?"

"I'll wash your skin over there, but the massage will be in the next room. Now, I'll need you to-"

Dani doesn't let you finish your sentence before she rocks forward in her seat and pushes herself to a stand. She's facing away from you and puts her hands in front of her, then she throws the robe back off her shoulders and lets it slide off her arms to the floor in one quick motion.

"Good," she says. "I was for too hot in that thing anyway."

Of course, as a professional, you would never gasp in surprise, yet, at the sight of her ass, the muscles tight, small, and round, the curves of her waist so thin, hair over her shoulders threatening to hide her slender back and those long slim legs, you manage to just barely gulp.

Too hot, she certainly is, you want to tell her and not just in the sense that perspiration coats her skin. Tiny beads of sweat that, as your eyes crawl over her, are in the process of running downwards. This glistening on her flesh is hypnotic. The curve of her ass, the slight tilt of her hips forward, the way the base of her spine leads downward, right down to a crack between her-

Focus. You remind yourself you have a job to do.

"In the far corner. The stone pool. Please, stand by the edge." It takes a second before Dani's head bobs, and then she slinks forward, slow and catlike. Her stride, and every motion of her muscles beneath her flesh that accompanies it, are mesmerising. And with every sway of her hips, you love her tight body more.

She pauses, a foot by the edge, and looks down into the water. Steam rises and envelops her form in a pale white that hugs her curves.

"Please, step in," you say as you walk over to her side and take her hand. Now, you catch a glimpse of her profile, and her chest, small, round and perky, and as you avert your eyes to guide her down the step, you tell her, "Watch your step now, go from stone to stone until you stand in the middle just there."

"Got it," Dani says. She steps with confidence and the hot water reaches quickly above her ankles and then halfway up her calves. With each careful move down the next step she gasps, soft and light. The water splashes with her movement and then swallows her up to the upper thigh.

"Please, take a seat there, on the wide stone." You reach to help steady her as she sinks down, her knees bending as she perches down so the water is at her hips as she sits.

"I just sit?"

"Yes, Dani, and I will bathe you." You step into the pool until the hot flowing water covers your knees, and then you stand behind her. You reach for a sponge, submerge it, and watch it fill, then draw it out and over her lower back and drag a large circle across her soft skin. "How's the water? Feel okay?"

"Great. Wow." She goes quiet as you work up and down her back, long, relaxing, soothing strokes until all the tension has left her shoulders. "That's wonderful," she says.

You clean her shoulders and then down her arms, the sponge dipping under the surface, and caressing her in a movement that feels like worship. With a slow rhythm, you run the sponge over her shoulders and around her neck, and finally, reaching over her, down to her chest. She shifts back as you do, resting herself against your legs. You run it over her chest a few times before coming up again to her shoulders.

"So soft..." her voice says, almost a breathy moan, and you catch a hint of it. Maybe she realises how it sounds because she soon goes quiet. Next, you work downwards, to her tight, toned stomach. Slowly you make sure you cleanse every part of her body. All while her back rests on you and her breathing is warm and pleasant.

"Miss, I mean Dani, can you stand now? We need to get you clean." You prompt, a hand on her shoulder.

"Sure." Dani snaps out of it. She stretches and cracks her neck before rising, leaning forward for a moment. When she rises, ripples run out in all directions and your eyes drift over her ass. It looks plump, perky, perfect. Then you sponge it, giving purpose to your stare. You push it down, over her cheeks and Dani shivers.

You repeat your slow, languid movements. Wipe away any trace of imperfection from her hips and thighs and then when you make her slowly step out of the pool, you work down her bit by bit. Finally, she stands on the edge of the pool, looking down at you, towering over you in her naked glory. She presents to you her foot and you hold her ankle to steady it and clean each digit, scrubbing between the toes.

"You can take the towel, on the peg, Dani."

"You do it." Dani doesn't move at all, keeping her eyes on you, staring into your eyes and through you.

You cautiously nod and then climb from the pool. You keep eye contact and wrap the towel around her small, wet frame. In your arms, she feels so fragile. You rub her down, first her legs. Long strokes, left and right. Each, in turn, both legs. Then you bring the towel up. When you wrap it over her hip and move upwards along her torso, Dani presses herself to you.

"You really know how to put someone at ease," she mutters.

You nod silently in return, and finish drying her shoulders, down her arms, back up, and down her back. You remain stoic as the heat between you builds, and she turns around without prompting. You wrap her again and bring the towel all the way down. Then over her rear. Soft, short circular motions with your palm.

"The table in the next room, Dani. Start by lying on your front, you can use the towel on the table to cover yourself. Once I see you settled in, I'll join you."

She laughs quietly and starts her slow walk to the door. You take your own towel, drying your legs, the water has soaked into the front of your shorts from where she leant against you.

She's on the bed. The towel, provided for her decency, is in a pile on the floor.

"Dani, the towel..."

"I'm fine, I want it off. I want everything off. Is that a problem for you?" There's this undeniably confident quality to her like the universe just has to be as it is because she likes it that way.

"Not a problem," you tell her. "It does tend to get in the way."

You're close to the bed now, looking down at her, still so perfectly nude. So vulnerable and relaxed, and not a drop of shame in her eyes. She gives you a look that says she's in charge, and that she's been waiting for this, and now it's finally going to happen. And that smile is impossible to refuse. "You could join me if it helps. Make it feel more like an equal partnership."

"Miss- I-"

"I'm joking," she winks. Danielle bunches her hair by her head and turns her head to the side as she rests.

The first of your oils, imported, rich and infused, drip with a consistency thick as honey over her. You watch it roll from the top of her back and run down her spine. Its warmth makes her twitch gently.

Slowly you reach out, press your hands into her skin and drag them from top to bottom, following the oil, making sure you cover her.

She hums in delight.

With great care, you begin your work. Fingers sink in, and your thumbs feel her muscles. Stroking and rubbing, from the top of her back, your fingers coax and prod at the flesh beneath. Pressing it back and forth, at times as gentle as a summer breeze and then as hard as a hammer.

There are knots in her back, beneath the tender surface. You find them easily and work at them to relax, coax them into submission, untying the muscles until they go soft. She gasps at your touch as you release them. Her body responds to you in the sweetest ways. With the smallest of whispers, the little fluttering breaths, and with her skin taking on a pink glow.

When the last knot goes soft, she writhes in response, and a content, relaxed murmur comes out of her.

"Oh god, that's it, don't stop," she says, the first words to come from her for a while.

"You were very tight." You reach across, add a small amount of more oil and start working back upwards. One stroke at a time. Up her neck. Over her shoulders. She trembles when you go deep into her flesh and reaches out to grasp at something, anything, and finds the edge of the table, holding herself steady. Her arms now, you lift them one by one, prying them from her grip and then holding and rubbing and pulling to coax the stiffness out.

Oil over her legs, next. Slowly you run your hands over the outside and inside and rub them into her skin, kneading it into her. Danielle keeps her mouth firmly shut the whole time. No jokes. Nothing funny. You lean down to her, focusing on her thigh that refuses to let go. Bending down, you push into her. As you feel her tension drain, you are rewarded with another quiet hiss.

You place the oil upon her feet and work it into her soles with a finger, an instant trigger, she cackles as her foot recoils at your touch. "Sorry, that's a bit ticklish," she tells you, apologetically.

Her feet go still and she inhales deeply as you set back to your task, much to the quiet amusement of Danielle. It's the slowest you have ever worked on a client, with long, dragging strokes to make sure she really enjoys it. Each is careful, so careful, to pull and tease. "Keep working it all the way up, all the way up my legs," she orders, quietly. "Nice and slow. Can you do that?"

You agree.

You hear Danielle sigh as you move your hands slowly up her calf. So soft and firm at the same time as she breathes so gently. A trace of laughter, an easy smile. You work her in the same manner, up her thigh, as slow and relaxing as before, massaging deep and heavy. Danielle begins to roll her hips as you grip the flesh at the top of her thighs and dig in.

"Higher, please, just for me." Danielle makes a little hum to accompany the instruction. You obey, knowing where this is leading. You take the oil, and let it pour lightly onto the peak of her cheek, it threatens to roll away so you capture it in your palm, a firm squeeze of her rear, a spread of oily warmth. She shivers and pushes up her hips in silent encouragement.

Your hands trail along, smooth and oily, each touch brings more shivers. Her legs part slightly, a slow squirm of her hips. Your fingers glide on her tight, round cheeks; running across, back and forth as she breathes deep. You press deeper with each sweep and listen as her gasps become a little louder, and her body moves a little more. She bends her arm, reaching back, as you watch it shake. Her nails claw onto the side of the bed.

The more you tease her with your touch, the harder she grips and the more she parts her legs. You've known the perfection of her body, just by seeing it, but this feeling confirms it.

Your hand wanders with long, oily strokes as you glide up her back, tracing the curves of her slim back up, all the way to her neck. There, you hold her as you lean in. "You can turn over now. Let's work out your front," you say, and Dani nods in agreement.

She smiles, though she remains silent, slowly, with such care, turning onto her side, then twisting to face you, her face flush, eyes drowsy, her mouth agape. She rests upon her back, arms by her sides, legs flat against the bed, open, as you gaze into her eyes.

You apply the oil with long slow strokes down her stomach, feeling her as she flinches, watching the dimples at her waist appear then vanish with her body's twists, with every flexing of her muscles. When you trace up, her flat, beautiful chest, and slowly slide a finger beneath her small pert breast, Dani takes a deep, quick, raspy breath, then says, "They didn't lie when the reviews said you have the best hands in the world."

Your oil-covered thumbs graze upon her nipple, soft at first, gentle in pressure, but this becomes firmer, building and rising, faster. Round and round it swirls, and this delight sends Danielle's breath to hitches and sharp, shallow pants. As she squirms in delight, her legs twist, rubbing and clenching. Her teeth bite down on her lips. The flesh of her body glistens.

One hand reaches, down a thigh then back up, across her stomach and down the other. Repeated in pattern as the other thumb never ceases on her pert nipple. Dani's eyes go blank as your touch continues, circling, teasing, stroking and grabbing. Her body responds and you are delighted to witness every tremor and gasp as it arches. And finally, for the first time, a full-blooded moan rings free.

Your hand goes lower. Deeper into the pit of her thigh as she spreads her legs wide. You seek out the inevitable and when you reach her crotch, you watch her tense up. And when the touch slides between her pussy's folds, and against her clit, there's an immediate reaction, her body jumping as you make the slightest flick of motion with your middle finger. You lift and let a trail of oil roll down her slit and back down to her rear.

"I wasn't really joking before," she gasps. "You should be naked. It would make this whole experience better." Dani tilts her head, fixes her drowsy gaze onto you, and holds the stare for what feels like a hundred heartbeats. "Don't you think that's fair? The way things are going?"

You hold the eye contact and consider this, a sudden lump in your throat making any immediate reply a struggle. Her eyes don't move from yours. Even her chest barely heaves with her short, fast panting.

"Go on, I want you naked. I'm going to feel so, so empty otherwise..."

That's all it takes.

How could you deny her?

Your hands, still covered in the hot oil, reach for the buttons at your collar. You slip them in order from the top and release one after another. Danielle's lips twitch, and her teeth rake them to a shine. Your clothing drops to the floor. Bared. It feels so wrong, and unprofessional, yet Dani looks on and gapes with a hungry, dark delight.

"Nervous now?" Her eyebrow twitches up.

"Never," you bluff.

Danielle's mouth stays open wide, and her breaths get caught and flicker as your touch returns to the same spot as before. Gentle, light touches flutter with your fingertips, drawing the tips of your fingers back and forth, back and forth, over her clit. You watch as her eyes widen, how her legs straighten out and she starts to kick her feet with the faintest hint of frustration as you tease.

"I paid for a deep massage." She emphasises the adjective, dragging the syllable out like a whine. "This teasing is bad for my heart," she whispers.

Her arm rises, then reaches for your chest and trails its way downward. The pressure of her finger, nails lightly scratching at your skin, trailing down to the waistline and then she wraps her slender fingers around you. It's hard. Incredibly so.

"And I'll show you how generous I can be with a tip."

She licks her lips slowly and sensually as her eyes meet yours with a mischievous gleam.

You grunt, pressing down with your fingertip, and then without a second thought, push it inside of her. Danielle throws her head back in silent bliss.

"Holy shit," she mumbles in a muffled, muted moan. "Don't hold back." You circle inside her slowly with one finger, letting the oil's moisture guide you. Then, adding a second digit, you delve back into her, pushing in deep and making sure she can feel it all the way inside as the palm of your hand pushes against her crotch.

Dani rolls her head to one side as you work, staring you right in the eyes and biting down on her lip as she throbs and you press down inside of her, moving in all sorts of subtle directions that are impossible for her to guess. With that, she moans again and there's a little grunt from deep within her. Her fist twists around you and she gets bolder with her touch.

You build it into some sort of rhythm and she moves, each time, reacting so well with your own thrusts. When she's relaxed enough for it, you introduce another finger.

"I- You can- Go a little bit faster," she pleas. Stretched wider, Dani starts to grow even more restless. This time, instead of small, languid strokes, your whole hand works, fingers rubbing and swirling, thumb finding her clit to massage it with purpose, building, always building, until she is shuddering under you, every single time, tensing and twitching with every change in direction.

"Come on-more," she pleads, bucking up against your hand, so slick with arousal.

She's barely jerking your cock, not even intentionally, just the jolts through her body causing the occasional twist of her grip or slide of her palm. You let it just rest in the loose curl of her grip and focus on doing what she commands, twisting your hand, gripping and stroking, tugging in circles and holding inside. The quivering gets worse and worse. And her breath grows heavier.

You keep working her relentlessly, as she squeals a drawn-out curse. Dani nearly loses control. She grips you hard, tightens her fist around you in spasm, a pained wince on her face, as she curls her toes so hard.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop." It's the only thing she says, no jokes, no banter, as her eyes roll back, mouth agape as if the wind's been knocked from her, and a final, body-length spasm overtakes her. Her whole body. Back arched off the table, eyes pinched shut. It lasts for the longest time, almost impossible to sustain, you watch with an odd mix of terror and wonder. Her hair is a mess. Her naked, stretched-out limbs, glisten in the warm light.

It takes her a good half minute to fall back down, her lungs now sucking in the air as if there were none at all. One leg quivers. Her breaths slow, her eyes open again and you're holding her stare, her cheeks a faint scarlet, strands of hair plastered across her forehead.

More oil. More rubbing. From tension to relaxation again. Slowly she softens and you turn her whole body limp beneath your hands. All while you barely manage to hold yourself back from ravishing her. She keeps her eyes fixed upon you, so you force a smile, ignoring the ache clenched in her fist. You could kiss those lips, right now. Taste them. How soft and smooth would she feel pressed against you? What noises would come out of her?

You'd be forgiven for letting your imagination run wild with desire, but not forgiven for taking this service in any direction that Danielle didn't command.

She watches your thoughts as they float by, and seems to be considering the same. Then she smirks, and just with a look, reassures you that it's going to happen, and it's going to happen just exactly the way she wants it.

You're working your slick hands over her midriff, and have been for a minute or two, waiting for instruction. You work slightly up her body, perilously close to taking some initiative, but then she speaks, "That was... unexpected."

"Was it? Seemed to be your plan all along."

"Planned to tease. Planned to be touched. But did not expect it to be that good." She shakes her head softly, her cheek touching her shoulder as she stares with a fuzzy, dreamy look that is impossible to decipher. She has a cute, beautiful way of pouting her lips that's fascinating, you're struck still, hypnotised by the sight and the motion. "A few more would be perfect."

"You have me booked for another hour, and the client gets what the client wants."

Dani laughs. A light, melodious chime. "I know what I want," she tells you, gently rocking her palm over your cock. "I'm incredibly hard to fully satisfy, you better get to work."

Dani releases you from her grasp, and turns back over to her front, stretching out once more and looking back at you over her shoulder, holding a stare as she parts her legs. This stare could kill a man if his heart were too weak, and though your heartbeat quickens, your mind focuses on your purpose.

Your hands glide over her oil-coated thighs, wet and glistening. Dani rests her head back down and you are unable to stop your gaze from wandering along her spine, the gentle dimple above her ass, the two tight round cheeks below and the line bisecting between them. Up over her ass, you caress, then you slip and stroke in the valley, this, she clearly enjoys, judging from how her butt rises to greet your touch, her hips rolling once more.

Lower now. Lower and lower, until once again, your finger meets her lower lips and she hisses an inwards breath and tenses. Her body is so reactive to every touch. It makes this so easy, so rewarding, so deeply arousing. You are confident you can build her up, high, and crash her down in waves, for hours, until the sun breaks.

Two fingers again, to begin, that same twist and swirl to coax her towards delirium. Her quiet huffs and suppressed moans fill the air. With a heavy push, you dive in deeper, to watch as her whole body, muscle by muscle, starts to become lost in the sensation. And when you curl your fingers down and grind the heel of your hand over her clit, Dani absolutely loses it. She bites the sheets, body tight, hands trying to grab the far edge of the bed to give something to hold onto.

Her feet kick uselessly and a series of incomprehensible phrases fill her breath and break apart on the way out of her. Though you don't quite understand them, you grasp the meaning. This is what she wants you to do right now, to see how high you can bring her.

Her whole body starts trembling again. Tingling, quivering, shivering. It's one constant shake and her moans are louder, and longer. She struggles to breathe out a scream. Sweat begins to mix in the oil, and she lets out another unintelligible mess of words as you pull away. Dani collapses back into a quivering heap, gasping for air and stretching her hands out as if reaching out to the void, reaching out, grasping for something in the dark.

She lies there, spent, breathing deep. Her entire body is hot and burning as her muscles relax. Each breath is a moan, and her thighs clamp tightly together as if the feeling of nothing after being so worked up is torturous to endure.

Your fingers are soaked in her creamy fluids, it drips down onto the bed below. Yet somehow, this isn't over. No. There's a single goal, right in the back of your mind, that's never stopped clawing. If only you could taste her. Sink your face between her firm ass cheeks and tease her with your tongue and suck and devour her, the entirety of her.

Maybe you could ask. Or maybe you could just start kissing her lower back, your nose rubbing against her tailbone, working to the left, towards her hip and tease, trailing your lips ever lower to a spot just over the peak of her butt, until she wants your tongue to dive right in.

The thought is interrupted by her blessing, "Again. Another. However you want," her words stumble upon each other, a raspy, spent quality to her. "Whatever you want."

You kneel at the very end of the bed, lean over and take her hips and you lift them up with an abrupt strength that earns her immediate interest, judging by her sudden gasp. You put her on her knees, ass in the air. Beneath it, her lips shine and spread. You're going to drown in her. You lean over, planting kisses along her body until they land right where your fingers had been, right along her soaked pussy.

The taste is so sweet. Dani whimpers as her body twitches. Your lips part her, and your tongue stretches and laps her up with an unshakeable excitement. Dani tastes amazing, like every inch of her, hot and rich and so unbelievably delicate. She is desire-concentrated and distilled into the female form. Your mouth descends, kissing every tiny spot you can reach, your lips closing, sucking the sticky warmth into your mouth. You might spend the rest of eternity here, savouring her juices.

Each rough lick gives Dani a small burst of pleasure. This is perhaps not the most elegant approach, but you wouldn't dream of stopping and so you continue, over and over, eager to return Dani to her previous, tranced bliss. So wet and sweet and smooth as velvet, your tongue flattens over her clit.

Dani cums twice like this. Ass in the air, your face in her cunt, two more delicious releases and you lap up both. They come accompanied by Dani's musical screams and moans and swearing and mumbles and complete incoherence. Every part of her body tenses. Every movement becomes forced, with less control, until every part of her, quivering and shaking, is taken by a rapture. Her throat chokes off her moans and breathy whimpers, and then she becomes lost for a time, struggling to remember to breathe, caught up in the overwhelming, and unstoppable waves.

"Enough, enough," Dani chokes out, and so you stand back, watching as she twists back into a flat position on her back again, her hips shaking with the effort. She trembles for a while longer before lying perfectly still on the table. As you gaze at her, she still appears ethereal, unattainable. She gazes up at you with lidded eyes and the drowsy content smile that rests upon her lips-she is a goddess. Even after all those body-racking orgasms, she settles into that same elegant grace that makes you question what makes her mortal.

Dani raises a hand and curls a beckoning finger, "Come here."

And you come to her, to her smile that draws you in, a moth to a flame and the moth will burn, not the flame, it will never tire, it will consume anything. She takes you in her hand, hard and throbbing under her delicate touch, and yet so helpless against it. With a pull, Dani draws you in-to consume.

She parts those pretty, pink, curled lips and then looks up into your eyes and sighs as her warm breath runs across your length. Danielle curls her tongue to the underside of your head and engulfs it. She doesn't raise her head from where it rests, instead making you clamber up to her, so you put a knee on the wooden frame and a hand next to her shoulder. The heat grows, and Dani is swirling her tongue over your tip, making you twitch and throb in her grasp, a slave to her touch.

You're pushing forward, leaning over her, as her mouth opens wide and lets you in, then, all at once, tightens. Her tongue and lips stretch around your thickness and then enclose you, sealing tight. She makes a point of looking you in the eye, holding your stare, a curl at the corner of her mouth that only further sets a tremble to your loins. She pulls, slow, agonising and without hurry, her mouth holds tight and sucks back.

You pull out of her, an inch, and she stays clamped tight and as she draws away, she uses the time to slowly slide her tongue along and around your crown and against the sensitive underside. Once Danielle has pulled right off with a wet smack, the warmth of her breath covers your cock once more. She flicks her tongue against your tip, first as a long, sweeping, lingering brush, then a rapid flick that teases.

"Dani, fuck," you groan.

"That's the idea," she whispers, right against you, her warm, panting breath driving you crazy, her own burning desire barely contained. "Get down there and do me. Right now."

Then, in one fluid movement, her hands find her legs. She grips behind her knees and pulls her thighs up and back. She spreads her legs wide, with her feet in the air.

"Fuck me. I mean it," she states firmly, fixing you with that stern gaze. Her words send a flaming arrow directly to light the most basic of your instincts.

She has presented everything to you and wants to give even more. You can think of nothing else but ploughing her into the table until your vision fades to white. It takes only seconds and you find yourself over her, between those slim legs. You put a hand on each thigh and spread her.

Cock bearing down on her leaking cunt, you lower your body until she has all of your weight on top of her. Her hips squirm under your pressure, and she drags your arm tighter around herself until she finds exactly what she's been looking for. A rub between her folds as your length slips against her, up and down.

"Mmm, yes," she giggles, "put it in, all of it."

In an almost unconscious action, you place the head of your cock against her opening. Her wetness provides no friction, and Dani uses her nails to scratch your back impatiently. Slowly you flex forward. Every inch. So warm, so fucking hot. Tighter than anything.

"Oh, yes," is all Dani has to say as her breath cuts short. You feel the intense squeeze, you have no doubt this is a step beyond the pleasure your fingers gave her, and her entire body tightens, and she pulls you in, deep and full. Her eyes grow wide and her fingers dig into you as you draw back and drive in once more.

Another moan, her pitch gets deeper, this one drawn out from her very core. You hear it right in her chest, from the depth of her lungs, before it squeals free, right into your ear. "Worth every penny." Her words are thick and drawled, hard to make out, she can't seem to decide whether she wants to open her mouth or close it and keep it shut.

She wraps her arms tight around your neck and pulls you in deeper, you push her legs higher, folding her body up and it only makes things tighter, a thrill she clearly relishes.

You roll forward, holding her close to you, giving you a better purchase with her feet held up so high. Dani groans as you bite and suck at the soft skin along her neck. Your thrusts are still slow, so damnably slow. You push, and fill, and wait. Over and over, it's a cruel torment to both of you.

"Ah, come on. Give it to me, hard," Dani says, raking nails on your neck. She turns her head. Finds your mouth. Seals her lips against yours. Teeth nibble and then her tongue penetrates your mouth. Her hips start to rise and drop. Her sex grabs at you, pleading to pound her.

So you let go of your iron self-restraint and fuck her. Fuck her good.

Your tempo grows more powerful. Her walls squeeze and pull and writhe with a desperate need. It's tight, so, so tight, the way she envelops you, the slick warmth around you. Each stroke sends a shudder through her. Another ripple follows and with it, her high, pitchy wails. Dani's never been so loud, so demanding that her pleasure be delivered.

Number five is close, you can feel her body going rigid, the quivering, twitching, curling of her toes, the growing tension, you go faster, a force building within, trying to rush her to the inevitable. Dani screams, moaning incoherently, her eyes screw tight as you throw yourself into her with such ferocity, like an animal, with no regard for pace, or rhythm. Pure, unrelenting pleasure.

She grips so hard on your shoulder, and then her other hand goes back, over her head, gripping the edge of the table in white-knuckled desperation. "I'm... cumming," Dani spits through a clenched jaw, unable to even form her tongue around the word.

Her orgasm feels more powerful this time, so much more; it flows through her and you can't help but stare. Watching the way the pink blossom blooms on her face and how the rest of her pales. One orgasm into another, you think, it's difficult to discern. You're in no rush. No race. Instead, you delight in the absolute loss of control you see in Danielle's face and you feed off it.

Her mouth forms a soundless scream and she reaches up and sinks her nails into your chest and drags them across, not breaking the skin, but hard enough to leave marks. It feels amazing. All the more so watching Danielle break herself, willingly.

"Holy shit..." Danielle pants then sucks air into her empty lungs.

Her little, flexible body, pinned beneath yours, seems incapable of even the tiniest motion, save the trembles.

Through gritted teeth, she says, "I want- I want a facial. My face. Cum."

This is the single sexiest thing she could have possibly said at that moment. For all the time you've spent watching that pretty doll-like face contort in a hundred different ways, you want nothing more than to see it coated with your lust. To paint every last bit of that sweetness on her lips, on her cheeks-everywhere. To witness that brief moment, after climax where she is confused and awash with bliss and trying to remember how to breathe, and it's interrupted by a load of your cum. You want it.

You round the table, standing over her head, lowering down and watching her eyes spark with anticipation. Danielle knows how bad you want it, how close it is, and you watch, enraptured by the way she tilts her head up and licks her lips. Her little, eager tongue.

Dani wraps her fingers around you and strokes and pumps fast, pulling, urging you to completion, teasing you to spill over her, onto those pretty, dainty features. Your skin feels alive, like static and pinpricks and pure lightning, like your nerves have come to the surface. Pent-up energy coils low, threatening to snap. You cannot resist her anymore.

It all unfurls in a glorious, explosive instant. Blinding. A shiver climbs up your spine, spreading to every limb in one long spasm. A long, raw growl in your throat as you shoot thick and hard, some on her face, and some overshooting onto her chest. Dani gasps a cute little "Oh" and then starts to giggle as the second rope lands right over her perfect little features. And then another, this time across the bridge of her nose and her cheek and down her lips. Her tongue collects whatever it can.

Dani's small hand keeps a hard grip and keeps coaxing, even as you feel like you have nothing to give, with it all painting her face, still, she jerks up and down, until you are empty, trembling and drained. Still, she goes, forcing you through painful shivers, laughing the whole time until the pain becomes too much, and your hands take hers and pull.

You prop yourself against the table, looking down at the mess you made. Dani's happily laughing to herself, licking up what she can. "You'll need to clean me again now, won't you? Sponge away all your dirty filth," she giggles.

Her giggle is intoxicating. Loving. It warms you right through. You wish you could bottle up her laughter.

"Need a minute," you grunt, and there's so much pride on her cum-strewn face.

"Aw, need time for recovery?" Dani quips. "I'll just lay here, all messy and defiled. Waiting to be tended to. Enjoy the sight of me, of your filthy cum all over my sweet, innocent face, until you get the strength to lift me. Really, don't rush, I love this feeling."

Perks

Kinktember Day 10: Mirror

Twice Mina x male reader smut

words: 4,108 Kinktember Masterlist

Do you ever look in the mirror and see someone who isn't you?

It was a simple question-if a rather loaded one.

"No," said Mina. "No, I don't think so. Not in a bad way, but maybe in disbelief of who I've become. Sometimes I expect to see the same person I was almost ten years ago. A simpler me. Maybe a more nervous and afraid version of me. That sort of thing."

"My therapist told me that was imposter syndrome," you said. "It's common, but it's pretty fucked up, the way we act like we're lying to ourselves."

"Have you thought of seeing her again?" Mina asked.

"God, that'd be awkward, don't you think?" you responded.

Mina paused, holding a glass midway to her mouth as if thinking, 'Between you and her or you and me?' Then she seemed to decide and smiled to herself, "Right."

Mina never erred into the intrusive or tactless. It's why you never have the impression that she is nosing around your life, because she gives you all the leeway to share only what you wish to share. And maybe that's why the both of you have lasted this long; in this arrangement, you found this unique level of trust, and you dare say it makes you damn good together.

"Our friend over there at the end of the bar looks like he can't take his eyes off you," you told her without looking up from your drink, not to draw attention. Mina chanced a discreet glance from the corner of her eye.

She quirked an eyebrow at you, "So? Feel threatened?"

You laughed into your drink before taking a mouthful of it, and then you told her, "I was about to get up, but you know that as soon as I do, he's going to come over."

"Of course, he will," Mina grinned into her own glass, then tipped her chin back to get at the last of it. "You go ahead to the room, I'll let him down gently." She patted at the front of your suit coat, above your breast pocket. It was a playful gesture. She had barely touched you all night until then.

"Early morning tomorrow, Mina, don't waste too much time now."

Mina smiled her "oh-shut-the-fuck-up" smile, before tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear and running her fingers through the thick long black strands. You smiled to yourself and signalled to the bartender.

It's been a long day, and tomorrow will be longer still. Hotel bars had become a sort of ritual for you and Mina, you share a drink the day before you close a deal, half in premature celebration and half as a good luck charm.

And the thing is, Mina is a flirt. Through and through. Charm and wit. It works on clients, and it's an asset. The only problem is, it worked on you. It wasn't difficult to recognise your attraction for what it was, and she obviously took notice of it too. And you, well...

You're a professional, so you would never, ever let yourself act on it. This is why you returned to your room, alone, and why ten minutes later you heard the door open to her (conveniently joined) room. You're professionals, if you're going to fuck, at least you try to hide it.

The adjoining door opens. Oops, did you leave that unlocked? How silly of you.

"Sorry about the wait. Didn't want to seem rude, you know." She leans against the doorframe.

"How long after I left?"

"Barely a minute, he did the whole 'You-look-familiar' bit, so I humoured him..." Mina cocks a smile of arrogance. "For a minute. Before, you know... Letting him down gently."

"Did he go quietly, then?"

"He tried to ask me if I was sure I wanted to be alone." She shakes her head slowly as she saunters forward. "I was sure. Sure about coming up here and riding you senseless. Didn't tell him that, of course, just up and left. Anyway, for tomorrow, I was thinking-"

"Let's rewind to that part about riding me senseless, shall we?"

A playful smile takes to the corners of her mouth. "Let's."

You climb up from the bed, your shirt hangs loosely from your body, no tie at the neck and untucked from your trousers. "So, would you say it's going to be more of a-"

"If you are going to finish that with some terrible sex metaphor, I will kick your ass so hard." She kicks off her heels at the door. That long black dress she wore earlier is long gone, replaced by the lightest of sheer black chemises and a pair of little lacy black underwear.

"Kick my ass," you tell her, placing a hand on each of her hips. "Sure."

"Be quiet." She whispers it before she kisses you, deeply and softly. The sort of kiss that makes you forget yourself. Your arms circle her waist, and her arms rest on your shoulders. You savour it, the smell of her perfume, the taste of her tongue, the feeling of her hands trailing across the skin at the nape of your neck.

But in due time, that kiss breaks apart. Her hand trails down the front of your dress shirt, button by button, she has undressed you so many times now that the motion seems so familiar, and practised, but she still takes her time in doing it, as though with every undone button her anticipation is built upon.

You place your hand against the curve of her hip, thumbing gently, with feather-light touches along the black fabric, her small waist and wide hips, firm and round and so shapely in just her lingerie-your hands could have found no better resting place.

As you slip out of your shirt, Mina slips the delicate straps off her shoulders and the skimpy piece falls away from her body like petals around her feet. Mina is bare for you, save for her panties. Her tits might not be as big as her ass but your mouth still waters at the sight of them.

"Look at me." You love it when Mina demands that, love how she smiles with smug confidence when you have nothing to do but oblige her. Mina turns herself around, and your hands slide down, down the generous arch of her back and cups around her round, firm ass.

"Oh, come now," you can't help but tease her, "How very complacent of you, to think my eyes would look at nothing else but you. You know that I am a man of refined culture." You knead at the ample flesh in each palm, so soft. "I am very clearly an admirer of the finer things in life."

"How very romantic," she laughs, sliding down her underwear with a shimmy of her hips before placing her palms flat against the wall. "Go on then. Enjoy the art, like the cultured man you are."

There is something intoxicating about watching her there, propped against the wall, naked for you, your cock uncomfortable in your trousers. You unbuckle the clasp of the belt, then, in the pause, you approach, letting a single finger trace up the arch of her spine, leaning closer to her neck to whisper, "Not right here. Look over there, the mirror."

A floor-to-ceiling mirror, to be specific. She smiles a devilish little smirk. "And what of it?"

"Mina," you tell her, pressing the front of your trousers against the curves of her body, against the supple flesh of her ass. "I want to see all of you when we fuck. Every beautiful detail."

Mina purred, content. "Spoken like a poet..."

You land a solid and deliberate smack against that big ass of hers, and she lets out a groan. "Don't let it go to your head."

Mina let out an effectual moan, knowing fully how it tempts you. You roughly press your body against hers as she does it. Hooking both your arms around her naked form, you pull her to where you want her, right over to the mirror.

"That's it, take me like you want to." She presses her hand flat against the mirror, pushing back those delicious curves against your body once more. You force down your slacks and underwear until the cool air envelops you, at least until you push against her body once more. You cup both your hands at her full ass, slipping your stiffness between the cheeks and rocking back and forth. Mina is biting her bottom lip as she looks back at you in the mirror, and you look at nothing else but her deep dark eyes, her face framed by that long, dark, glorious hair.

"Your ass. This. This beautiful, beautiful thing of yours, drives men wild, drives me wild," you breathe out as she rocks herself back into your groping hands and your hard cock grinds between her cheeks, slow and methodic. "Drives me a little bit insane."

She deepens her bend, lowering her shoulders level to her ass, and her face presses against the glass. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip again, peering over her shoulder, a shameless erotic, willing for you to take her in the most raw and depraved way. You can't deny the effect it has on you, and it has you raising your right arm, palm poised to land another satisfying spanking to her ass.

The crack rings out through the room, and she lets out a soft, sweet little, "Oh!"

You wrap a hand around her, over her stomach and down between her legs, reaching for her sweet, slick cunt, and find her soaked, wet with arousal. Wet for you.

"Fuck, you're so horny," you utter hoarsely. You drag your fingers through her juices as you drive your stiff cock over her tight asshole, so much teasing, maybe too much, perhaps too tortuous. You groan into the shell of her ear. "You get so wet for me. So wet. You need it so badly."

She moans, grinding back against you and circling her hips as if it could ease her pain. Half teasing, half goading, she says, "Maybe you should stop fucking playing around and do something about it."

She hisses when you drive your two slick fingers inside her without warning, pushing deeper in one smooth motion, as you mutter into the crook of her neck, "Impatient, aren't we, Mina?"

"Just fuck me."

In response, you slowly withdraw your fingers. She gasps against the mirror, the palm of her hand curling flat into a fist. Her words get you harder as she tries to wiggle her ass and spread herself, desperately trying to draw your dick to the slick pink centre of her sex for you. She doesn't care anymore what this does to your discipline, doesn't care at the prospect of you breaking, turning this into a savage, ravaging of her body; what matters only, at this very instant, is that she gets filled and fucked, fast and hard.

Finally, you give her that. Draw your cock out from between her cheeks, sliding the tip down between her legs, feeling the moisture that glistens on the swollen lips. You don't bother to strap up, or even ask, it's long since established that raw is how she likes it.

Slowly, you push forward. Mina sucks in a breath through her teeth. You know by the arch in the small of her back, the little trembles, that it is taking all her concentration and willpower not to throw her hips back, to force you to the hilt.

You bite the edge of her shoulder, and a shiver travels down Mina's entire body. You pull out, a little, before driving forward a little further.

"You feel..." you groan, your cock feeling like it was engulfed by satin. You sink a little further. "Fuck."

"Mhm, go on," her eyelashes flutter as you begin to take her, in this raw, animalistic way. "Tell me how it feels."

"Every time is like the first time," you continue, sliding in slow, then deeper, bit by bit, until you're all the way in and her big, round ass is pressing hard against your abdomen and her thick thighs against your legs. "You feel warm and slick and tight and wet, and oh, God..."

A sudden thrust forward as her greedy cunt squeezes the length of your shaft. A delicious whimper that sends blood to your head. A long, shaky groan slips from the both of your lips. You buck hard into her ass and watch as it ripples at the contact. "Ah! There, yes. Fuck," Mina moans.

There are two of her, perfect reflections, two Minas taking a rough pounding from behind. Each little expression on her face, each beautiful feature is visible in the reflection. And behind that her body ripples just like the one below you, and she whimpers, helpless as you penetrate her over and over.

"F-faster." She whines. "Harder. God, fuck, fuck me harder."

Mina has always liked it a little on the rough side, so you grab a handful of her hair, ball it in your fist, and pull. "Tell me, how does it feel?" You rear her head back so she has to look at herself in the reflection and tell it to herself. You pick up the pace, beginning to relentlessly pummel her from behind as you bury yourself into her tight heat as deep and hard as you can.

"So... Ah! So good." You yank her hair again, making her ass tense, making her gasp. She pants hard, short and fast as the force and strength of each thrust get stronger. "I love it when you... fuck me like this." Her chest begins to heave up and down. She raises her ass even higher for you. "When you-God, ah! Ah!-make me want to scream..."

You feel that incredible warmth building and swelling in your abdomen as her sex drips around your shaft, and it is so hard to slow yourself down when her ass slaps against you in perfect sync with your every motion, when Mina's knees shake, when her desperate moans urge you to never, ever stop. Still, you would like to do a little something before she orgasms all over your cock.

You roughly jerk out of Mina, pulling away abruptly with no warning.

"No, no! Don't stop!" She cries out immediately, her greedy body already missing yours. The flush at her neck spreading, blossoming down-her shoulders pink. "No!" She whimpers as she tries to throw her pussy back against you.

She cries out so pathetically that she doesn't protest when you roughly turn her around and lift her by her thighs, allowing her to wrap her legs around your hips and sink her to the hilt onto you. You sink her down and up and down again and again, bouncing her on and off of your aching cock in front of the mirror, gritting your teeth to keep yourself from finishing the moment her tightness wraps and flexes around you.

"I'm gonna cum so hard, I swear, I can feel it," she gasps in time with your rough pounding, arms holding onto your neck tightly, fingernails digging into your shoulders. "So close, don't you dare stop."

The harder and faster you go, the louder and harder she screams, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. She digs her heels into your back, pushing down against you so there's nothing left for either of you but pleasure. You pound hard and heavy into her, chasing her orgasm, and when that perfect heat grips all around you and consumes you entirely, there is nothing in the entire world that compares to it-to this. The thought that very soon you will be cumming inside Myoui Mina.

It is that pure bliss, that power and sense of total control, of giving her such pleasure that you're left moaning along with her, revelling in this wonderful mess. Your bodies are sticky and tangled and you just start to let it go. Filling her pretty cunt as you have so many times before.

You grit your teeth and struggle through the overstimulation, taking satisfaction in how the trembling in her legs persists, her breathing ragged and body shaking. Doing your best to fuck your load into her-she's just so into that sort of thing-you don't think that there's anything, truly, that is better than this.

Not when Mina whimpers as she weakly presses her nails into the skin of your shoulders and when she knows not how to stop trembling. Your limits are worth pushing for a woman like her.

But even then, limits are ultimately undeniable. Her full weight in your arms, your knees weak, your legs tire beneath you and finally, as you plant a series of gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder, her mouth gasping, her nose against your cheek, you give in and fall to your knees. Mina's back leaves a mark of where it was once imprinted against the glass.

"So..." she laughs breathlessly into your ear as you sit with her on you. "Do you think management has any idea how often we fuck during these trips?"

"I imagine that if they found out it would be both of our jobs on the line." You hold a hand on her lower back, keeping her upright and then place your mouth on one of her breasts. Her nipple is firm, you suck on it and run your teeth over its delicate surface. Mina keens with her mouth falling open and her lashes fluttering, a small quiet "ah" escaping from the back of her throat.

"Guess we better stop," she jokes, breathing out in a chuckle and gently, pushing your forehead away from her chest.

You chuckle dryly into her neck, wrapping both arms fully around her naked body to pull her closer. "Something tells me you won't really be able to help yourself."

"Punishingly handsome, smart, a sense of humour-" She reaches down to where your half-soft cock is planted within her cunt. "-Great cock, excellent fuck" As though it were some sort of sales pitch. "No. No, I can't help myself."

"Is this about next week?" you ask.

"They never split us up, we're a team, so why would they send you with her instead?" Mina rocks her hips slowly on your lap. You groan into the crook of her neck.

"It's a one-off, Mina. In two weeks we'll be travelling together again." You wrap your arms around her soft, warm skin and run them down her back. "Another hotel, another set of adjoining rooms."

"Yeah," she sighs as she lazily continues her grinding. "Or, we could... See each other outside of work, you know. Like normal people do."

"We're far from normal, Mina." You let out a soft sigh as you start to harden inside her again. You pull at the small of her back, urging her on. "We're having our fun, right? It works. What reason is there to rock the boat?"

Her arms move up your chest and onto your shoulders. With that same teasing voice of hers, "There's always room for more fun. More sex." Mina pushes hard on your shoulders, and you fall back into the soft carpet. Mina is above you-over you-all-powerful beauty and you want nothing more than to grab her hips and drive up, and into her. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her arms. Her pert little tits beg to be held. Her face, with flawless skin and those few prominent freckles, is decorated with a filthy smile.

"Two weeks, Mina, two weeks and we'll be back to doing this." You caress the silky soft curves of her sides. "Two more weeks, and then it's a real long trip. Just me and you."

She's visibly more excited, and she rides you harder now than just a gentle grinding and you hear the little wet sounds of your cock plunging into her cum-filled pussy over and over again. Her breasts bounce beautifully, and finally, you do cup one in a hand. A playful glimmer dances in her eyes, along with the lust haze. Mina's wet thighs slap against your hips, the sounds are vulgar in the best way.

"I'm going to fuck you every single morning and night for the whole trip," you tell her, and her grin widens. "Then you won't want for a thing."

Your words only seem to encourage her more, to fuck you harder and harder. She's riding your cock wildly but never has her eyes left yours. She fucks like she does everything else; with every fibre of her being, her passion is unbridled and intense. And oh, when she whimpers, it makes a hot current run straight to the end of your spine, it gets the heat in your head pulsating. That's just what Mina does to you.

"Two weeks without me. You're going to be so frustrated, Mina, so needy. You're gonna make me a promise."

"Mhm?" she gasps.

"You're going to wait for me," you say. "After tonight, for whole two weeks, no cumming."

"No," she says through clenched teeth. "Absolutely not."

"Yes, Mina, absolutely."

You clasp your hands on her hips, slowing down her speed. "Promise me."

She almost struggles to find her voice. "No way. I can't!" Her hips fight against your hold, she fights to drag her cunt over your cock and just feel the pleasure you're denying her. Mina grits her teeth, and the pain is evident on her face. "Okay! Just please fuck me now." She twists her body, trying to release from your hold.

"Promise."

"I promise. I promise. I promise!" Mina squeals, nearly shrieking as you soften your grip and thrust up into her quivering, wet heat. You let her fuck you again and she picks up right where she left off-frantic and wild. She leans in to kiss you deeply, and a little whimper spills from the corner of her lips. "Fuck. Cum inside me again."

The eagerness with which Mina rises and falls on your cock, her pussy taking in all of you, demands only one thing. Cum-the mess of you both-spilling over and running out, all over you and the floor and ruining the hotel's carpet.

"Yes," her voice cracks, high and soft, "Oh fuck. Fuck. God, I'm gonna cum."

It's good, your hands gripping her body firmly, matching her pace, and taking the chance to look behind her, at the mirror, where you can see your cock bury in and out of her again and again. Slipping up below her ass that ripples beautifully every time your hips meet.

Mina cums not even ten seconds later. With an eruption of screams louder than you've ever heard, shudders all over, and more fluid spilling between you both. She's struggling and you feel it. You slap her ass and follow with a groan of words halfway between an instruction and a plea. "Don't stop."

She doesn't stop. She sits up and throws herself back, reaching for something to balance on. A hand against the mirror, her legs spread and her body present to you, she fucks that pretty pussy down onto you so fast, she's struggling to maintain the rhythm but her nails are curling against the glass, her brows are pressed so tense together, her body shakes all over and a cry comes again from that lovely mouth.

She cums again like this as if it's a show for you and what a fucking show it is. Her legs tremble so hard they lose purchase and you begin lifting yourself up into her and the sight, the sound-her sounds-and her perfect body is making you buck and press harder into her. You've become so mindless, so desperate and hungry for her body. You can hardly keep yourself from spilling into her for a second time. But not yet, you think. Not yet and not there.

Mina's leg buckles. She fights for air. "Can't," she chokes out, breathless and shallow. Nothing left to give you. She slips from her perch, collapsing to the floor, leaning against the mirror. Her dark hair matted with sweat, her pale skin gleaming. Her expression is dreamy. "On me. Just finish on me."

On Mina, a work of art. Over her pretty face, or those luscious tits, or that soft tummy. Over that thick, firm and oh-so-perfect ass, or those equally tasty thighs. Maybe even just glaze over her messy cunt. Her eyes flicker as she looks up at you, and you have a decision to make.

"Anywhere. Cum wherever you want."

Spectacle

Kinktember Day 11: Cuckquean

IVE Wonyoung and Liz x male reader smut

words: 6,118 Kinktember Masterlist

"I love you."

You love her too. That's a long-accepted fact, and you've told each other this a hundred times over. Sometimes it's casually told at the end of a phone call, sometimes it's in some romantic setting like when you're walking out on the promenade under the night sky, but in a way, these ones are the most honest.

It's a little bit special when those are the only words that come to her mind while she is cumming.

She's lying with her head against your neck, still shaking in pleasure. You would reply but you're so focused on grinding into her and you're so fucking close...

By this point, it's all become a little routine. Predictable, maybe. She gets home, you cook together, eat together, watch a film or TV show together, then one of you makes a move and... You get the picture. It's any old weekday.

So maybe this isn't what people would consider to be earth-shattering sex(fuck the critics) but she likes the feeling of your hips bucking and you spilling inside her. And you love the way she struggles for breath in between her moans before she does that same little squeal right before she cums.

These nights have all blurred a little into one. Tonight will become a little section on a page of many; a few lines that are not much more than a footnote.

Silence sets in once you untangle your limbs and lay beside her. Her head is pressed against your shoulder and the post-sex smell hangs in the air.

You look out your window over at the walled gardens on the other side of the river. It's as dull a sight to look at as always and there's hardly anyone out at this time but somehow you're content with looking at this view.

"So, do you think we should visit my dad sometime?" Liz asks out of the blue.

"I know I said I would think about it, but I was a little busy just now." You roll your head over to the side, sacrificing the river view for Liz's flush face. "What's this about?"

"Like I said, he's been asking." Her words trail off and she doesn't quite meet your eyes. She gives an awkward shrug of her bare shoulders, and then scoots over, snuggling up even closer. You give her back an appreciative squeeze.

"I can't do this weekend, busy remember? But we can go next week?"

Her hand stops circling your abdomen and she lifts her head from your shoulder to look at you. "Busy?" Her eyes dart around, searching your face for clues, but she just has to ask: "With?"

"My friend's birthday, I told you last week, and you said, and I quote, 'Okay babe, I'm meeting Wony this weekend anyway, have fun!'" You do your best-worst impression of her which earns you a jab of her fist in your side and a laugh.

"Oh... I'm always forgetting things."

"You work too hard." You cup her cheek and stretch your neck muscles to plant a kiss on her forehead. She coos and moves forward again, returning to her rightful spot snug on your shoulder. You slip your arm behind her back, and both of you lie there together in comfortable silence.

Liz moves her hand up from your stomach to your chest and starts circling her fingers over your skin. The touch is light and soft and very very deliberate.

"I have another question..." Liz eventually says, trailing off her sentence as though she's half lost in her own thought.

You bring your hand up to hers, hooking under her wandering finger and raising her hand, and then you lock your fingers between hers. "What is it? Something on your mind?"

"Am I good?"

"Good? Good person? Good cook? Good girlfriend? Good what?"

Liz laughs gently nuzzling into your body to hide her face and breathing hot breath over your skin. "Good... in bed."

"Oh thank god, I thought you were going to ask about your cooking and I'm not so great at the whole white lie thing."

She tries to punch you with the hand you're holding but you tighten your grip to stop her. "Not funny," she groans with a smile on her face.

She tries to turn her head into the pillow but you refuse to move or say anything until she looks at you. When she eventually peers up and matches your gaze you tell her, "You are the perfect girlfriend in every way," you tell her.

She exhales a short chuckle and raises an eyebrow. "Nice dodge," she tells you, unable to contain her laugh, and you laugh with her. "It's okay, I have a plan."

You pause, her words suddenly throwing you. "A plan for what?"

"You'll see."

She refuses to say anything more for the rest of the night, but she smiles at your puzzlement and laughs whenever you try to playfully nudge the subject. And you do notice that a slight smile seems to stick to her face all night, right up until she falls asleep.

***

Sunday evening transport is so hellishly unpredictable, so you're walking in the apartment door about an hour later than you planned, and about twice as stressed as you should be.

All of that washes away when you look at the girl who's been waiting for you to get home.

The scented (mostly melted) candles have been burning for a while and the smell of them fills the apartment. Not only has Liz picked out one of your favourite bottles of wine, but she's poured out a pair of glasses of it already, though they're both half-empty. And as you near it, the bottle is too.

"Hey, Liz."

"Finally! Welcome home," she says with a smile as broad as your confusion. "I've been waiting so long. So, so long." She's wearing a gown you don't recognise that's soft to touch when you hug her as she throws herself against you.

"Is this new?" you ask, touching at the silk hem.

"Of course it is," she answers quickly. "I was saving it, saving it until a special night. You know... Something special to break it out for."

She moves back in your arms, so she can have a better look at you, and she stares for just a few seconds before she leans back in, this time kissing you full on the lips. There's nothing soft about it. There's no hesitancy, and certainly no tenderness. This kiss is so firmly decided, so purposeful.

She purrs her words against your lips, "I've been giving it some thought, and, I know you would never say it, but I'm a little bit... vanilla, in the bedroom. And, I know, I know," she stops you with her fingers on your lips, shushing you with the tilt of her head and a flutter of her long lashes, "You wouldn't say anything because you love me too much and you're far too kind, but, this is for me too, okay? I want to be good, I want to try different things, exciting things, and this is the best way for me to learn."

"Liz. Liz. I've barely walked in the door and you're throwing this at me. I need a minute."

"No, don't think, we've been waiting so long for you already." Liz is pulling your arm toward the bedroom door. Her soft touch and your own burning curiosity have you willingly in tow.

"We?"

She's smiling the wildest of smiles over her shoulder as she pulls you along. Your heart beats a little harder in anticipation of what lies ahead, and even more at the look of sheer excitement and determination on her beautiful face.

You dropped your bag somewhere in the middle of the room but you hadn't even taken off your shoes before Liz is bundling you through the doorway.

"This is Wonyoung."

Why the fuck is there a girl in your bed?

"Wait. I know. It's weird right?" Liz sounds giddy, almost frantic. She bounces up to you and pulls on your arm until you stand right alongside her, peering down at the young woman in front of you. "You know Wonyoung, right?"

"Of course, I know one of your best friends, but why is she in our bed?" You turn and look at the girl lying there with a similar silk gown over her body, from her neck down to just below the knee. "Sorry, no offence, but I have no idea what's happening right now."

Wonyoung doesn't react but instead chooses that moment to rise. She is sitting with her hands folded on top of her legs. She tilts her head and examines you carefully, with an unmoving gaze that's almost more uncomfortable than the two of you hovering over her.

"It's fine." The deep smooth voice cuts through the silence like a hot knife. Her voice is as cool and calm as you expected, not that you're all that familiar with it, you have only met her a handful of times.

"Liz?" you ask, turning to her again.

"I want to watch. I'm going to watch," she blurts out her response before falling silent.

"What?"

Liz exhales softly, then draws in a steady breath, steeling herself, as her mouth curves in a trembling smile. "I was talking to Wonyoung, about... things. And, well, we were talking, and I guess maybe this idea just sort of popped into our heads. I couldn't just dismiss it. And I've had this fantasy. And well Wonyoung, it's been a while. And you, I want you to. And I can learn." Liz is talking far too quickly and doesn't finish a single sentence she starts.

"What she is trying to say," Wonyoung cuts in with her voice sharp and full of cold steel. "Is that we have come to a mutually beneficial agreement."

"Arrangement." Liz chimes in with the correction.

"That I will," her eyes drift, flickering and moving over both of you, "join you both, for a while, in a few different ways. What Liz is trying to explain is that, well, to be frank, it's been a while for me and I would appreciate some good sex. As for Liz here... It just so happens she has a bit of a fantasy about this whole thing too."

"Yeah, exactly." Liz cups your cheeks and kisses you gently. "It's completely up to you, of course." Her hands rest at the back of your neck and she closes her eyes, resting her forehead against yours. "I love you."

Your hands are hanging idly by your waist. This woman sits on your bed and your girlfriend clings to you, asking you to fuck her.

"Okay." A single word while your heart is beating hard with anticipation. You reach to Liz's waist and pull her flush against you and plant your lips against her soft supple skin.

She giggles with delight and puts a finger under your chin, tilting your gaze up. "So... We're really going to do this, huh?" Liz leans in, eyes flickering over your own as you exchange a final look. You feel her warm breath just a moment before the warm touch of her lips, pressing against yours, melting your resistance and hesitation, while sending warmth through you, easing you into acceptance, as the idea begins to cement itself in your thoughts.

There's a rustle of sheets as Wonyoung climbs up behind you and presses herself against you. "You're already late," she whispers behind you. "Don't make me wait any longer."

Liz leans away and her delicate fingers ease open your shirt, undoing each button in turn.

"Don't hold back. I want to see you give it to her." Liz takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "Please, babe." Then she takes a step back, towards the chair that you're just now realising had been moved from the corner of the room so it had a close view of the bed.

Wonyoung pulls your shirt from behind, dragging it over your shoulders and down your arms. She follows the fabric down your back with a series of gentle kisses over your spine. The light tickle and feel of her hair drag over your skin, as she tugs the shirt free of your wrists.

"Liz..." You look over to your girlfriend who is staring with a grin on her face. Her eyes follow every single movement that Wonyoung makes as if studying them, examining them, processing them.

Wonyoung tugs the shirt free of your wrists and discards it. Her hands immediately reach over your chest and drag downward, making no secret of the way that her little breasts under the silk push firmly, and delightfully, up against your back.

Her nails drag over your skin until she hits the waist of your trousers. Delicate fingers, so precise in their movement, make quick work of the belt buckle, the button, and the zip. All without pausing, all without hesitation.

Under the dim light of the evening, Wonyoung pushes your trousers, and underwear, free from your hips. Down, over your ass, dragging them down your thighs. The cool air passes over your body, and you look to Liz for affirmation.

She smiles and she nods, waiting for what comes next.

Naked, and vulnerable, you're standing before her with another woman wrapped over you. Wonyoung reaches around you with both hands, she takes one confident grip of your still-limp length, and her other hand just a little lower onto your balls.

Liz's eyes light up at the sight.

"Not hard yet. Nervous?" Wonyoung's question is a tease. Her voice, velvet and silky, is whispered into your ear. The smell of her perfume is subtle, but the floral, womanly scent is unmistakable. She moves her hand in a light grip over the base of your cock and moves it slowly, methodically, and without the urgency you might've expected.

"Maybe..."

Wonyoung releases a silent giggle against the skin at the back of your neck. "Just wait..."

You look at Liz and her hands clamp tight over her knees as her breathing visibly hastens, matching your own. Her attention is fully, single-mindedly, upon you, with you, but there is no doubt about where her thoughts and her emotions lie. She's excited. In the comfort of seeing that, so are you.

"There we go," Wonyoung whispers. Her hands work leisurely over you. And yet in no time at all, you're rising in her grip. Stiffening. Aching for more. Your focus is on the sight of the only woman you have ever cared for, but the feeling of someone else's hand on your cock as you watch her is as strange as it is exciting.

She massages with both hands, always rhythmic, always steady. "Liz, do you like to suck cock?" Her question comes out smooth, and refined but pointed.

Liz glances up at you briefly, then down between her knees. She gives her answer as a nod, looking a little timid as her hands tighten their grip even more and her nails start to press into her knees. "I like the way his body reacts to my tongue." She glances up once more with a satisfied smile.

"That's good. And he likes it too?"

"Yes," you both say it at the same time.

You shiver as Wonyoung plants a long trail of delicate, wet kisses over your neck. She draws back her hand and leaves you there, cock stiff in the air. She walks around you slowly, finally that pretty face of hers coming into view. Her dark brown hair falls over her shoulders, the locks blending into the black silk of her gown.

She places both of her hands on your chest and stares right at you, no ounce of shyness or reserve as her piercing eyes dig deep, threatening to carve a hole clean through you.

"See something you like?" she asks. "Liz, if he is so hungry looking at me now, can you imagine what his expression is going to be like once my robe is off?"

Wonyoung rests the tip of her tongue on her lower lip, using it to moisten the pillowy soft, glossy surface. Her fingers rake down your chest as she drops elegantly, slowly to her knees and smiles up at you with those shiny red lips.

"May I?" she asks.

You take in the sight of her, kneeling before you, her lips so teasingly close to your tip that each of her soft breaths kisses it. A lustful, indecent twinkle in her eye.

You force a glance over to Liz, to which Winyoung immediately reacts, "I'm asking you, not her."

And all of the reasons to hesitate are just evaporating.

"May I suck your cock?" she repeats. She remains perfectly, unnervingly, poised on her knees.

"Yes. Suck my cock, Wonyoung."

Your breath catches. Your whole body shudders as she runs the warm, wet flat of her tongue up the underside of your hardness. Her gaze never falters. Wonyoung purses her lips, before lowering herself in her elegant descent, and letting her tongue slide around you as she sinks into the first of many bobs of her head.

Liz shuffles forward on the edge of her chair.

Wonyoung takes you deep, so deep, without so much of a gag or splutter. Her dark, doll-like eyes stare straight ahead, as she swallows your cock with her luscious lips and warm mouth. The warm and wet envelopes you so wholly that you can't stop yourself from hissing a groan of approval and you feel her mouth tighten its grip with a devious grin.

Liz squeezes her bare legs together.

Wonyoung braces herself on your hip, wrapping the other hand around your thigh as she rises and sinks back down again, again, again. Each time she gets a little quicker, a little stronger.

It's so different to when Liz does it. She's normally so playful with her tongue, and she doesn't take a lot of it inside her, but Wonyoung seems to have this sole fixation on drawing you deep into her. The very back of her throat greets your sensitive tip.

The muffled moans that roll from her throat vibrate around your shaft, and her tongue eagerly rolls all over your every inch. Her deep breaths get heavier, and her suckling becomes sloppy and wet. You're getting weak at the knees.

Wonyoung finally releases you with a short gasp and looks up at you with glassy eyes, "Fuck," she groans out before spitting over your shaft.

She clasps her hand over the head and grips you tightly, stroking up and down the length.

You don't dare to tear your gaze from the stunning, lewd woman staring up at you.

"Tastes... Mmm. So good, so good." Wonyoung whines her praise out between kisses and flicks of her tongue on your tip.

Your hands twitch and the instinct to sink your fingers into her hair is a near-unstoppable urge. You gently thread your fingers into her long, silken tresses, and gently grip them. She lets out a satisfied gasp and then says to Liz, "Look at that. See how much he wants me?"

Your gaze shoots over to Liz. Her eyes are transfixed, focused on Wonyoung's tongue, wrapped around the head of your cock. Her breath shudders, then slows.

You pull Wonyoung's head down while staring at your girlfriend. If she wants a show, you'll give her one.

A quiet sound escapes her, and then a sharper inhale, but still she shows no sign of objection. On the contrary, the pleased hum that emanates from her mouth drives you wild. It encourages you. You rock your hips forward, slamming past her lips and prodding against her throat. Your lust swells alongside your confidence.

"Good girl." You know how much Liz likes it when you're the dominant one, she often teases you in conversation about how it's hot when you tell her what to do and you notice her breathing become hitched when you whisper dirty things in her ears.

Wonyoung says nothing but moans her appreciation and rewards your command by relaxing her throat and letting you use her.

For a while you use her, over and over until you're right on the edge, Liz looks practically ready to jump out of the chair, and when you check on Wonyoung, her face is a mess. Tears streaking, saliva dripping. She's taken every last drop of this beating with nothing but an overwhelming desire to serve you.

She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. The desperate submissiveness in her act brings you that step closer, "Cum, cum," she moans out between deep gulps of air. "Do it. Give it to me."

She's holding your cock in her fist and pumping it towards her face. With the first hot jet of cum, she cranes forward and takes it onto her eager tongue. She looks up at you as if urging you to keep going, to fill her pretty mouth.

Liz gasps audibly as you empty the contents of your balls into the sweet girl's waiting mouth. Wonyoung does nothing but accept what you're giving.

Your girlfriend just watched you blow a load into the mouth of her friend.

With each spurt into the soft, receptive touch of Wonyoung's inviting mouth, Liz squirms on her chair, her tongue playing on her lower lip.

"That's so hot," she strains to say through heavy breaths.

Wonyoung swallows all of it without instruction and then cleans you off in the same eager fashion that she sucked the load out of you.

"Hey Liz," Wonyoung croons in that smooth, velvety voice, while kissing along your thighs, her breathing quick and light on your damp skin. "You should have invited me sooner. I can think of a hundred ways to fuck this cock."

Wonyoung sweeps her damp hair from her face. She presses her forehead to your thigh, collecting herself. You can feel her taking deep breaths through her nose against the skin of your thigh.

"Show me."

At that, Wonyoung glances at Liz in genuine surprise.

"Show me all of those," Liz pauses, and takes a moment to collect her words. "All of those ways to fuck my man. Please show me."

"Okay, Liz, you just sit there and watch me fuck your man." Wonyoung's lips are sticky with your cum, glistening and tempting in the low light of the room, the remnants of your seed on her chin are even more provocative, as Wonyoung tilts her head and reveals a gorgeous neck and collarbone that draws your attention. "Well?" Wonyoung continues, extending her hand, "Help me up."

"Of course." You reach for her, eager and so, so ready. You pull her to her feet, and into a heated kiss, a little rougher than you should, but she doesn't mind. You lean down, slipping your hands around her thighs and then up to her ass, lifting her against your body.

Wonyoung squeals as you take three steps towards the bed, toss her over the edge, and then stand over her. Her gown has fallen open, framing her petite, naked body in the centre of your bed. It takes no time for her to move back, propping herself up on her elbows, and then giving her body a delicious stretch to emphasise her every feature. She sits there, spreading her legs, knees parted, showing you her bare, wet pussy, flushed and exposed.

"I want you over me so badly. Pushing my legs up over my head and fucking down into me. But not tonight. Tonight I'm going to show Liz how to ride a cock. Would you like that?" The lust in her dark eyes shines, not for you, not for Liz, but for the moment, the experience, the power that Wonyoung wields right now.

"Yes," you whisper.

"Good." Wonyoung raises herself, rising to her knees to look up at you, leaving a lingering, open-mouthed kiss on your lips before peeling the gown off of her shoulders.

In a small, feminine pile, it gathers on the floor. Then she flaunts herself, not so much in an exhibitionist way, though she certainly has every right to, but more of someone who enjoys being admired. It's not just because her body is fucking stunning, but it sells such a sinful promise of how good it's going to feel to fuck, and she knows it.

You hold her waist for that simple purpose. Hands over her narrow body, soft skin and toned muscles underneath. For her part, Wonyoung extends one delicate arm so that she may brush her index finger over your jaw, just making that familiar, if chilling, grazing over your skin. You slide your hand down between her legs and press a single finger inside her.

"Mmm. Don't be afraid," she purrs.

You stroke her smoothly. Two fingers, twisting them, delving into her as her insides react, tightening, dampening around your teasing invasion.

"Already getting me so worked up, and poor Liz over there is being so well-behaved."

"Hey!" Liz laughs playfully. Her playful laughter trails off when Wonyoung's voice lowers, and the erotic, needy sound in her tone builds.

"Lie down, let me show her how it's done. Look at me. Watch me."

Immediately, you melt away. Back to the bed, to the cool feeling of the sheets under your skin. The quiet anticipation, and the expectation. With languid grace, and without her body ever seeming to interrupt its soft, almost perfect curvature, Wonyoung climbs over you. She places one knee on the bed, then the other. A hand on your chest, then the other. The weight of her, what little there is, pressing you down until the moist heat from her lips finds your cock.

She presses your length flat against your body, the lips of her pussy holding it in a long kiss that she gradually eases over your shaft. Grinding back and forth, you watch as your cock disappears under her as she comes forward, only to drag herself back down against it.

"Feel that?" Wonyoung pants quietly.

"Uh-huh," you hum.

"Feel that warmth, that slickness sliding around you. Imagine what it's going to feel like inside, hmm?" She coaxes a twitch out of you as you do exactly as she says.

Her tight abs roll into you, followed by the press of her thighs. Hot and clasping. Higher, her bare chest bears a pair of hard nipples on her little perky tits. Higher still, her face twists in expressions of pleasure, the delight in her shining eyes, the rapture etched across her face. Her lips tremble as something threatens to escape, whether a whine, moan, exasperated breath or a request for something, she never vocalises the sound and it remains nothing more than a sensual promise of a good time ahead.

Wonyoung slows to a stop and throws her head forward, putting her hands on your shoulders. You place yours at her legs, watching her close her eyes, drawing her lower lip between her teeth.

"Feel how wet I am?" Wonyoung moves her hips in tight circles and she struggles to hold back her whimpers. Her warmth flows out of her and over you. "That's me, getting turned on at the thought of having this inside of me," she whispers. She rocks herself again, this time drawing out her whimper.

"God. Fuck..." You gasp and groan. You want this. Need it.

Wonyoung lifts and turns your cock until your head prods against her tight and needy pussy. She pauses to look to the side, her hair falling over her face but you can make out a grin, that very sly smile as she tilts her head towards your girlfriend, no doubt appreciating her breathless arousal.

"I'm going to ride your boyfriend's cock now. Cum all over his cock. Make him cum inside me. How does that feel?" Wonyoung moans softly, tipping her hips up, down, and over again, toying with the head. "Mmm, you like the sound of that, don't you?"

Liz is gripping the arms of her chair, not saying a thing. She just whines with agitation, kicks her feet out and stamps on the floor.

Then, Wonyoung gasps with relief. While your head was turned, Wonyoung surprised you by drawing the tip of your cock into her. You snap you're attention back to her as she settles around your cock. Where her throat was so accepting, her pussy is decisively not. It's so fucking tight that she struggles to take much of you in at first. Such small movements over the tip, tiny motions that rock her. And yet the sensation is something that could, and does, unravel you in an instant.

You're powerless to resist as she takes more and more of you into herself with each and every drive back down. Each little push, deeper inside, the further apart her thighs, and the deeper she descends, pushing herself, forcing herself, upon your cock.

You hold onto her ass, guiding her every bit of the way, rocking her rhythmically back and forth. Deeper, harder, tighter, she stretches, accommodating you until you reach as far as her tight walls will allow.

"You're gonna ruin this pussy." The sultry voice and the crude declaration cause another tremble out of you.

At that, she places both hands on either side of your head, palms flat on the sheet. Her pretty face is so close, just bobbing slightly as she fucks you. She pants heavily, her small, round breasts quiver and bounce up and down in front of your eyes.

She stays like that for a while, fucking herself on you, telling you all sorts of sweet nothings. "Gonna ride that thick cock. Love it so much, feel so fucking good." All the while, her perfectly tight ass is in your rough hands as you knead it and pull it wide.

Eventually, she throws herself back, breaking the intense stare, and making herself a spectacle again. She leans back, far back, her hand behind her for support, and gives both of you a show. Those slender thighs shake just enough to send you crazy each time she slaps them down against your waist. Her cute, shapely tits bouncing and jiggling.

"Fuck! Liz! You lucky girl! Mhm!" You're squeezing and palming her thighs roughly, fingers into flesh. Pulling her down hard, trying your damnedest to force her even tighter against you.

"Sfucking hot," A filthy compliment that is rewarded with another gasp of arousal and a short burst of bouncing as desperately fast as she can.

She slows to a crawl again. One leg moves off you, and then her hips swivel and the movement on your length is breathtaking. She's sideways on you now. One leg between yours, and the other stretched out over your body, her foot by your face.

Wonyoung is looking right at Liz now. "Watch me cum on your boyfriend's cock."

You're holding her by the leg she has over you, and you're using it as the leverage you need to buck into her while she works the lateral movement. The bed shakes and protests under your exertions. Wonyoung pulls her hands behind her neck, scooping up her hair and holding it up, so every inch of her body can be seen.

"Look. Look, Liz." Wonyoung lets out a guttural moan. A throaty, visceral noise of climax catching you off guard. You keep rolling your hips, taking in the way her body tenses and tightens and she trembles all over. "Cumming. On your. Boyfriend." She barely gets the words out as her head falls backwards and you can't take your eyes off of her, or the way she spasms on your lap.

She struggles to keep up the pace and rhythm but still tries her best, her resolve amid an orgasm is worthy of respect. You move her, this time, hands on her waist and twisting her so she faces away from you. She allows you and gasps in delight the moment you reposition her, her hands reaching for your thighs.

You continue the thrusts, with Wonyoung content now to take the punishment. You fuck her in a steady, thumping motion, the slap of skin against skin loud and ringing in the air. Her ass is marked red, compliments of the tight squeeze you had on it earlier. Her taut little cheeks bounce and shake each time you slam into her. Her own whiny moans and squeals mix and add a new melody to the atmosphere.

Wonyoung is nothing but moans now, one orgasm just cascaded into the next, and she shows no signs of stopping. Every now and then her sounds break through, becoming cries. Each time they do, you follow it up with a series of rapid slapping of hips. It's all you can do, just to keep yourself going, chasing that elusive climax that the three of you so desperately want.

Liz is fucking losing it. She's squeezing her thighs together. Grinding. Dancing in her chair. Her fingers, her knuckles, are white with strain as she holds onto the chair for dear life. She's making squeals and gasping moans too-she wants to cum so bad. It is as though her pussy is squeezing on nothing, you can imagine just how needy and wet she is. How painful it must feel, not being able to have that satisfaction that you can give Wonyoung.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wonyoung wails out her climax with such intensity that it actually leaves her voice a little hoarse and you can't hold it anymore, you have to follow her lead. You have to cum.

So you do.

Wonyoung drags her nails across the skin of your legs as you reach that tipping point and pump a thick stream of semen into her. There is more and more, and she takes it all greedily as if there's no limit. As if she'll never be satisfied.

You let it all out, pump her full of hot, thick, semen. The release is enough that, for a while, you blank out the world. Nothing matters but the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

Consciousness returns with you lying limp on the bed. Your head rolls to one side and you struggle to stay focused. You gaze down past your feet where Wonyoung lies collapsed, the exact same way as yourself. Still, you watch, and try to keep focus, and you do because when Wonyoung awakes she lifts her head, a sheen of perspiration glistening and flowing in droplets from her dark, silky hair and down her face, streaking her skin and flowing over her red cheeks and flushed lips.

The combination of both exhaustion and arousal as Wonyoung catches her breath causes a wonderful sight before she meets your own exhausted gaze and that smile of hers, all pearly white and perfect and so damn alluring.

"Fuck! I have to! Fuck!" Liz is rampant now, her hand reaches in between her own legs and then her legs are spread apart and you can see her furiously fingering her own pussy, the motion of her whole arm trembling and shaking. Her pussy is wet, and gleaming. And the fingers in it move and dive deeply. "That was the hottest fucking thing... I need to... Cum..."

Wonyoung supports the side of her face up with her fist, a grin on her features as she watches the way Liz acts like she's going insane, out of her mind, she just needs the cum in the worst way, the urgency apparent from the way her fingers disappear, pumping into herself.

Wonyoung starts crawling up you, to rest on you, while transfixed on your girlfriend pumping herself into oblivion. "Oh, Liz, that is beautiful," her eyes light up as she comments, "Now imagine the feel of it... His cum leaking out of me right now. Because he fucked me and not you."

That's what sends Liz spiralling over the edge.

Liz's body twists, writhes, shudders and convulses in orgasm. It's almost hypnotic, her thighs squeeze together so hard that her hand must hurt, but she just goes on and on and on, never easing, and it leaves a hot, sticky mess all over the chair and her fingers. You watch as she rides those waves of blissful gratification, all over a set of digits that aren't nearly enough to satisfy, not even for a moment.

Wonyoung brings her lips close to your face, hot breath washes over you, and she whispers quietly into your ear, "She's going to want this again, you know? Look at her, you even seen her cum that hard?"

"No, I haven't."

"Then me and you? We're going to be having a lot of sex."

Currents

Kinktember Day 12: Electrophilia

Aespa Winter x male reader smut

words: 3,194 Kinktember Masterlist

"Sign here. Here. And here."

"And what's this for, exactly?" Winter asks, pointing a dainty finger at the paperwork.

"Protection. When someone like you enters a place like this, I need you to sign a waiver stating that you're of sound mind and know what you're doing."

"My mind is far from sound," she says with a playful wink.

Winter takes the pen from your hand. Her nails are painted a matte red with glittery bits at the tips. When she scrawls out Kim Minjeong on the dotted lines, it looks akin to an intricate piece of calligraphy. She places the pen on top and slides it back across the desk. "Now. I've signed and paid. Can we get to the fun?"

With a smile and a nod, you wordlessly guide her to the room she paid for. On the way, you take a few glances back at her, there's this keen expression of wonderment as she spots rooms for every type of fetish she might one day indulge in. Little ideas fired around her mind. What she might try next and how it may very well send her to heights of pleasure unforeseen. She must feel your gaze upon her, as a small giggle and coy smile creep on her face, and she asks in a small voice, "What?"

"Nothing," you say as you pull open the door at the end on the right. "You just have this look about you."

"A good look, I hope?"

She walks through the threshold. As the door closes behind you, the neon strips light up the room in a pale violet. Black leather and cushions cover almost every surface and all the other items seem so insignificant around the electrified bed in the middle. "Intrigue and excitement are always a good look in a place like this."

Winter's eyes alight as if someone had set a flame to a blanket of kindling. "This place... it's amazing." The corners of her mouth inch towards her ears as her gaze sweeps every nook and corner of the room, from the hanging metal chains and restraints to the riding crops and collars lined up by size, perfectly uniformed and orderly on their wooden mounts. Her gaze settles on a coil of rubberized cable as the width of her pupil increases, darkening her eyes. "I thought I would be nervous, but..."

Winter steps further into the room, you watch her take delicate steps as she stares at the centre-piece, the bed that will soon become her salvation, her ruin, her desire personified. She takes her jacket off and carelessly drops it on the floor as she spins back towards you, her eyes are wild and yet bright with lust as her tongue runs over her top row of teeth.

"I'm so excited," she confesses. "It's... exhilarating."

She steps close to you, her breath washing against your neck, sending an enticing thrill down the base of your skull.

"How would you like me? And don't go easy on me okay? I might look fragile..." Winter steps back a couple of times, letting you size her up as if you haven't been doing it since the moment she walked it. "but I'm not."

"Let's start by getting you fitted with a little something," you say as you walk to the side, picking out the perfect shock collar to fit Winter. Something thin would be best, is what you decide. Such a slender frame as hers wouldn't suit a big chunky collar.

"Yes, please," Winter says, making an energetic skip up to your side and resting her hand on your shoulder. "Something light is usually my colour."

"I think so too. Something skinny too. Ah, I know just the one."

After a brief scan along the top three rows, you spot the perfect collar to suit her. It's a light pink, it's her size and looks as delicate and attractive as she is.

"Oh my. That's... so cute," she sighs.

You pull it from its hook and open it. "Now, come here winter. Let me put it on you. Make sure it fits."

Obedient and happy to comply, Winter eagerly steps forward, craning her neck back slightly. Her breaths are even and calm as she closes her eyes. "There's something so... vulnerable about being collared. It's intoxicating," she explains.

"Do you want to know why?"

Winter's mouth opens but she stays quiet.

"Because girls like you, get a kick from relinquishing control. Once the collar's around your neck, you become mine. Completely. Whatever I say goes, isn't that so? And if you don't, you get a shock."

The silence grows until she begins to nod her head gently. "That's exactly it... I have a taste for the painful stuff. For the hurt and submission."

You loop the collar around Winter's neck. It fits as though it were made for her. Tightly fitted, enough to lightly choke her, enough to make sure the contacts within it touch her skin. You take the remote in hand and fiddle with the dial. A mild charge hums from the wires as they heat, preparing to punish.

"That's an agreeable buzz," she whispers with closed eyes. "Perfect."

"Perfect indeed. Now, Winter, on your knees for me." You barely give her a chance to process the request before you determine she has taken too long, and hit the button on the control. A low crackle emanates as it pumps voltage into her neck. Enough for the contacts to spark a single charge through her. Just a sharp sting of pain for a split second before she cries out. Her knees buckle, sending her to the floor, one hand grabbing at the collar as the other seeks a stable point in the soft black mats covering the room.

"Agh- f-fuck," she swears quietly as she gasps for air. "That hurt. So good." Her breaths are quick, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her eyes are wide with delight.

"Top, off."

With trembling hands, Winter holds the hem of her black top. This time you give her all the time she needs to take it off, but she doesn't. "Shock me, I'm a bad girl."

Without hesitation you bring a bigger jolt through the collar, causing her whole body to quiver. Winter shouts and winces, but the smile on her face as she takes it, and pulls her top over her head, tells you that everything's going to plan.

With her top now on the floor and no bra ever being underneath it, you observe how gorgeous she looks. With her small breasts, tiny frame and mischievous face. You stand in place and look, taking her body in and enjoying it. Her waist is so slim, and when her breath quickens, it accentuates that little curve of her abdomen, even a hint at the grooves on each side of her lower stomach.

"Again," she pleads, with puppy dog eyes that are part-glazed.

"You do have a taste for being hurt," you respond as you turn the voltage dial on the collar a little more. A click of your thumb later, and this time she yells louder. Tears well up in her eyes, but her smile only widens.

"I do," Winter pants out the two syllables like they're the only words she knows. "I do. I do. I do."

She repeats it over and over until you hit it again. Her knuckles go white as her body tightens. Muscles bunching in her back and in her arms and legs. Her lithe body trembling through another delicious jolt.

You reach down and grab her by the neck, fingers catching her just under the shock collar. A strangled gasp bursts from between her lips as her wide and eager eyes stare right at you, wet with lust. You pull her to her feet. There's no resistance, nor do you expect there to be. Once she's on her feet, she rushes her mouth to yours. A desperate, needy kiss. Hungry and moaning into your lips.

You break her away from you by pushing her back, sending her stumbling towards the bed. "Those shorts. Take them off."

The delighted gleam of hunger and sadism in your eye isn't lost on Winter. She quickly shakes her head, hoping to earn herself another round of pain.

"Think you deserve more? Think you've been a good enough girl?" You ask, taking a step closer. "Shorts first, then I'll treat you."

Winter does as she is told and lets her denim shorts fall. And just like her top, there's nothing beneath. An amused smile appears as her eyebrows bounce once, and she says, "Surprise!" in the most cute manner.

"I have to say, Winter, everything about you is a surprise. Such a cute little thing you are, but so devious too. I'd love to take you apart, bit by bit."

"Take me however you'd like," she chimes in.

"Yeah?" You turn away from her naked, helpless body and to the desk, picking up the prod and flick the switch to make it come alive. "With this?"

You turn and present the long silver rod, where at the end of it, two metal prongs protrude. You push the button and an arc of electricity forms between them. Winter's eyes roll back, and her thighs press tightly together. She squeezes her own chest as she whispers, "Please," over and over.

Slowly, you stalk toward Winter, you can almost see the ache radiating from her like she is a bomb ready to explode. Then suddenly, before she has a chance to register what's happening, you stab the prod forward into her left calf. Winter spasms and convulses, her teeth clench and her hands grasp at nothing but air. She wails in painful, tortured delight and falls to one knee.

Her other leg now too.

"Yes," she squeals, "F... Fuck. Thank you."

You grab a fist full of her blonde locks, twisting them tightly between your fingers as you drag back to her feet. "On the bed. Now," you tell her, your voice as ice cold as the lack of emotion on your face.

She whimpers as you pull her hard until she's flat on her back in the centre of the bed. It's about waist height, and you look down at her lithe, naked frame. Strands of blonde hair stick to her cheeks from perspiration and tears of pleasure. Her limbs tremble in aftershocks from the latest barrage of electricity that was shot through her, and her skin glistens.

"Please... Again. Please," she whimpers, a feeble creature now after the latest shock. "I'm so wet." Winter shifts one leg higher, spreading herself, and tilting her hips. With one hand you reach into her, plunging two fingers into her cunt.

"Fuck." She lets out a deep gasp and turns her head to look up at you, lips trembling, wet with her own spit, and asks again for more.

You withdraw your fingers and push the prod against her abdomen. Without hesitation, you make her body buck and her cry cut through the still air of the room. Winter yells and twists, kicking her feet wildly into the air as she twitches in her spot. When you stop she lies flat, panting and gasping and eyes streaming. She buries her own fingers into her cunt now.

"Please do it again, I'm going to cum." Her voice is croaky and scratchy from yelling but still thick with urgency and desire.

Another shock.

Another twitch of muscles.

Another shock.

Another scream, and then finally, Winter throws her head back as her pussy tightens around her own fingers and spasms and writhes as waves of pleasure and pain hit her simultaneously. She cries out incoherent words. Scratches her nails at her own thighs while rubbing her clit through her orgasm. Winter shakes and trembles before you, her mouth hung agape.

She's still cumming and this time you hit the button for the collar around her neck. The brief, sharp flash makes her shake harder. The pitch of her orgasmic scream pitches higher.

"Again," Winter calls.

One last time.

You jolt her again, and Winter reaches a fevered pitch as she shakes with more ecstasy than any one person could take. Her whole body is trembling as one large, unceasing wave of pleasure sweeps through every part of her body. The lewd expressions of overwhelming satisfaction as she slowly comes back down are almost enough for you to fuck her, and right there and then, you are tempted.

You throw the shock prod, now it's time to make the bed do the work. Winter has no fight in her as you take hold of her wrists and then ankles, fastening them one by one in bindings that hold her spread and vulnerable. There's a strap for her upper arm too, and her thighs, and finally across her slutty little waist. You make them all tight, and they're all wired up.

"What-? What are you doing?" Winter questions, turning her neck to take stock of the restraints.

You simply ignore her question and focus on attaching the last restraint, that sits across her upper chest, just below her collar bones. Then you walk across the room and press a large red button. A thrumming of electricity hums through the metal bars. Every contact point on her body warms up and a chorus of muffled cracks and sparks come to life around Winter.

"This is special," Winter mutters to herself, her tone hinting at awe. She struggles against her bonds and they're secure. Tight and secure. Even with that futile exertion, she has no escape and smiles at that realization. "Looks like you have me trapped. Can you really hurt a pretty little idol like me? Can you go as far as I need you to?"

Winter swallows hard as she watches your mouth twist into a malevolent sneer.

You hit the button.

She starts to shake. The moan from her lips is loud and almost primal, the exhale laced with pain and excitement. She moans out loud, thrashing against her shackles, her small body thrusting back and forth as the lowest setting courses through her.

You stand over her, looking down and watching the way her muscles tense and her fingers clench. Her toes curl and the moans grow louder, and more frequent. More desperate, she can barely get a word out but she still pleads for more, the word yes spewing from her lips amidst an unending list of other slurred sounds.

You leave her there for a moment, struggling, while you slide your hand into a thick rubber glove, working it up your arm.

"Please make me cum," Winter pants through an agony of pleasure.

You walk back to her, pressing your hand against her flat stomach. She trembles under your touch, you can feel the way her body vibrates through the glove. Her eyes go wide with fear and excitement.

"Hurry, it's so good!" Winter squirms against the bonds but can't move an inch. You take your time looking between her thighs, at her soft and bare cunt, a shade of pink between two rosy folds. It's so slick as her pussy begins to trickle with her lust.

The thick rubber of the glove goes into her hole and makes Winter yelp like the pathetic submissive slut that she is. You stretch her pretty little pussy so easily, thanks to how creamy it is. She's so messy. At the same time, you raise a thumb to the control and push it up a notch.

An explosion of lightning and a sensation between her legs and another strangled moan of desperation. Her head whips from side to side. "I can't, oh shit," Winter manages to blurt out, her voice reduced to a pathetic squeak.

With your finger hooking into her sensitive spot, and her body stimulated with an electrical current, Winter doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell. You fuck her hard and rough with your hand until your arm begins to ache. You play with the current of the bed and the collar, sending shocks through her when she least expects it. She climaxes before long, her legs pulling taut at the restraints. She cries, "More!" as she loses herself to the pulses of her orgasm.

And as her back arches as best as it can, she floods over your glove with cum and screams for it. Winter's release is incredible, it gushes all over you, but you just don't let up. She's absolutely out of control and has to suffer more. Winter can't escape any part of her restraints as they don't give up shocking her through her orgasm, one after the other.

Her face twists in the most fucked up combination of pain and pleasure. It's an incredible sight.

You're just pounding her tight little cunt. Stretching it as it gushes out all the cum she has to give. Her body struggles against all the different sensations. She just keeps spilling out onto the bed as her body shakes.

It's only when she starts to choke out her moans that you finally twist the dial down to zero. It takes a few seconds to turn it completely off but the damage was done. Winter is heaving for air and when you slowly withdraw the digit buried inside her, pulling the plug on her cum spilling out.

"Wait a second," she breathes out in between pants, "let me just..." Winter stares up at the ceiling as she works on stabilising her breathing. When the world seems to slow back to an acceptable pace, her lips turn up into a joyous little smile. "Shit," Winter winces as her hips buck, the throb in her core making her moan ever so softly. "I think I made a mess."

You lift your wrist and nod as if to agree. "You made a lot of a mess."

Her pale skin has turned flush and warm with a sheen of sweat from exertion. She takes a deep breath, letting the sensation of the electrocution linger. Winter looks radiant, so beautiful that the urge to do all those things you wanted to come bubbling back. But you stay strong, despite how tempting her glistening little body is as her chest rises and falls.

"No regrets though," Winter comments, stretching against the confines of her restraints. "I've never cum like that before in my life."

"It really suits you, being tied down like this, cumming over and over. Are you sure you don't want another round?"

With a slight chuckle, Winter closes her eyes and gives her head a feeble, exhausted shake. "I do, but I can't." She can't even bear to open her eyes, she's spent and in a state, unable to cope with the aftershocks anymore.

"This is more like the woman I expected, shy and frail and overwhelmed. I guess you're just so easily broken."

"How did I do?" She asks in a raspy voice.

"For a first time? Great. Most people don't make it to the bed. And not many people look that good when they're cumming."

Winter lifts her chin a little higher. "I did that well?"

"You did."

A Bargain To Remember

Kinktember Day 13: Car sex

(G)I-DLE Miyeon x male reader smut

words: 4,950 Kinktember Masterlist

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"Finally, a face to the name."

You know all about Miyeon, of course. She's the type of girl whose face is plastered on every screen and every street in every corner of the galaxy, a darling of the interplanetary conglomerates. From the spaceports to even the most downtrodden of back-alleys, you can probably find her face on some poster or flyer or some massive digital billboard high above you-those corporate powers that be sure want to squeeze as much out of her as possible.

The surprise is that she knows you.

Of course, it's on those screens, or the ones at home, or the ones in their pockets, that most people become acquainted with a girl like Miyeon. Those glossy eyes, her effervescent smile, her delicate but fierce features, of course, they leave an impression. They sell you dreams, products and promises. That's why you can find her all over the place-but the versions of her you can interact with- ones to purchase and enjoy-are another beast altogether.

"Can I help you, miss?" you feign ignorance of her identity as she takes the chair at the other end of your desk.

"I would like to make a purchase."

"A purchase? From me? What could I possibly offer to someone like you? I sell scrap electronics to junkies and fix the broken implants of low-life thugs. How could that possibly interest you?"

She crosses her legs, and says, "Don't play with me. I have seen your work, quite the artist you are, though I wouldn't say you exactly have my mannerisms down. The curve of my mouth, the cadence of my voice-not exactly up to par with the real deal. But as fakes go, you do well with what you have."

You scratch at the back of your head and then catch a bead of sweat forming at your temple, "Think you have the wrong guy, miss. You're talking AI and Virts here. Not my thing, definitely not my forte."

She's quiet as you look around at anything but her face. The grey concrete walls and steel beam of the roof are awfully fascinating suddenly, and then the holos playing on loop above the screens of your makeshift booth-really anything than to have to admit that your life's work consists of making and selling forgeries of people like her. She knows why she's here-the least you could do is be brave and admit to your craft.

"I tried your work myself. Quite the experience. Can't say I ever planned on fucking myself-but well, there's a first time for everything I guess."

There's enough power across your desk to not only shut you down and make it so the only tech you would ever touch again is a pair of electrified cuffs at best, and at worst she could have you put down and silently disposed.

Miyeon continues, "As I say, it wasn't entirely accurate, I'm not actually that loud or aggressive, for the record. But it was fun, so if you're thinking I'm about to expose you, not the case-I'm actually here to invest in your skill. Your art is fun, and I dare say your tastes in women, are spot on."

You let out a small nervous laugh and then say, "I don't usually take requests."

Her pink-painted lips, the gloss shimmering slightly from the bright fluorescent overhead light, form into a delicate, mischievous grin. "I'm willing to make you an offer, one you won't refuse. You get me what I want, and I'll license your work. Think about it. An official Miyeon VirtueX™, think of how lucrative an asset that could be. The whole galaxy's lining up to get a taste-and you would be the only real supply."

You lean forward in your chair to peer at her and ask, "Let's say I was who you think I am, what is it that you want from me?"

"What I want from you," she pauses and tilts her head, her eyes glance across your features briefly and her tongue traces the edges of her teeth. "Is to show me the past." She places a drive on the desk-old-tech, the kind that would never run on any kind of systems that are sold today. "You can get this working, right?"

"Is that a government stamp?" You point to the symbol on the drive. "I plug that in and I'll have execution squads here in under a minute."

"It's all above board. Officially disposed and untracked. I just need to live it, once." Her voice is quiet and pensive.

"Alright. Deal. But those two lumps of metal you call bodyguards have to stay out there, and you're coming through to my studio. If I'm gonna help, you have to play by my rules."

She flashes you a winning smile. You thought you had her pegged down but all this has proved you wrong-there was more to Miyeon than the flashy clothes and the blinding lights, a lot more. And your curiosity is getting the better of you now.

"You know, you're only the third person to ever step in here," you open up the secret passage into the back room, and gesture for Miyeon to step in.

You close the door behind you both and feel the heavy metal slide lock with a hiss.

"The first was me, naturally, and the second left it in a body bag a few years ago."

She doesn't flinch, just brushes past you and sits on the edge of your desk, running a finger along the steel as if surveying the conditions of your equipment. "Hard to imagine you make the stuff you do from a place like this," she says.

"The drive," you say as you hold out a hand.

She passes it over and you examine the shape and material. Most drives these days are designed to interface with neural implant ports or organic docks directly-this is true vintage work. It might have been what some would have called groundbreaking tech a hundred or so years ago. You hook the little device up to your primary work machine and start running tests.

She slides off the table, her hands resting on your shoulders. She bends down, her body pressed into yours as she murmurs near your ear. "How is it?"

"A mess. But a fixable mess. Should have something you can use soon enough."

Miyeon breathes gently in your ear before placing a hand on your arm, "Please, whatever you do, do not look at the contents. It's personal, just let me view it, and live it, one last time. Then you can lock it away again for all eternity and erase the copy from your server. And then you get exactly what you want from me."

You breathe in deeply, a mixture of her perfume and the thick oily scent of hot electronics flooding your brain. "Whatever, it's none of my business anyway. Now take a seat will you." You nod to the chair on the other side of the room.

The drive whirrs softly and a data scan runs to gather all the fragmented encryptions left behind on the device. Miyeon lies flat back on your chair and waits for you to connect her-she holds out her forearm expectantly.

"Come on then," she smiles sweetly and pulls a loose curl behind her ear.

You clamp your eyes tight and inhale. "Here goes nothing." You run the system at the push of a button and all the data you scraped compiles in a memory, one for Miyeon and Miyeon alone to relive. You walk over, drawing the connection from the chair and readying to insert it into her arm. "Connections like these, they can hurt, okay? Are you ready?"

"Do it." She's insistent.

A quick stab of your fingers later and the tiny prongs slide into the barely visible organic slot on her skin. Her head tosses violently and for the first time, there's fear on her face. But as soon as you have her connected, her eyelids begin to flutter. You sit a while, watching her as a million synapses all spark to life behind rolling eyes-whatever the moment is, she is in it. You leave her in peace and sit back at your workstation, waiting.

There's an artificial sensation of the atmosphere becoming slightly humid all around, the lights are a soft pastel blue, and the world is swathed in cotton wool. Silent. You find yourself completely frozen in time. It drags and yet somehow comes to a finish just as you're still adjusting to the quietude.

Miyeon's connection beeps and you turn around, removing the port from your system. She pulls the connection from her arm.

"So, tell me, was it worth the trip down memory lane? You get everything you wanted?" You unplug the old-school hardware and await the confirmation that all the corrupted data's safely expunged from your hard drives.

"Almost everything. But most things, in the end, never get a happy ending, do they?"

"Sounds heavy. The stuff that happened on there, pretty rough, huh."

Her pupils are dilated, the whites of her eyes flooded red. "Like you wouldn't believe." Miyeon climbs from the chair, finding her feet back in the real world after living in another for a precious few minutes. She blinks twice and there's a distinct film over her corneas.

"So that's it? My end of the bargain was fulfilled. And I get my licensed content?"

Miyeon turns and you wonder if that's a tear that's been cast down her cheek. "Sealed and guaranteed. Now let's give you some real data to work with. The right anatomical model, an authentic Miyeon behavioural pattern, every single unique vocal calibration, every erogenous spot, every subtle expression in real-time-have it all. One more condition. I have another memory, a real one in my head, if you make me relive that, you can record it and scrub every detail you need. Are we agreed?"

You nod. "Done. Sit there and we'll connect."

"You're going to manually record?"

"How do you think I get it all so accurate?" you tell her with a smug smile.

She sits and gives a nod. "If it's got to be done." You take a seat behind her, and you both reach over your shoulder to pull the neural connector into your napes and slot them in.

A brief flash of many realities as you slip into her consciousness and she welcomes you to her memory.

A calm setting, sitting in a car, you were driving and she's in the passenger seat. You're parked beside a winding hillside road and looking out over a city. A city you don't recognise. Miyeon's fingers dancing across your thigh with a suggestive gentleness, a sly smile.

"Where are we?" you ask.

"Seoul." Miyeon smiles.

"When are we?"

"2024."

"2024? That's over seventy years ago!"

She laughs. "Yeah? You wanted the real authentic Miyeon, didn't you?"

"Sure, but in 2024? That's just unbelievable. You look the same. How are you so-"

She leans close and traces a finger across the line of your jaw. She stares directly into your eyes and says, "We'll worry about the details later. Right now, you want what I've promised, and you've come this far, so you know what has to be done. We're already where we need to be."

Your senses are engulfed in an emotion and memories that are not your own. All a simulation and all a vivid and overwhelming experience. You're in love with her, that's the overriding feeling-the feeling of whoever she was really with at this time.

"This is the memory of the best sex of my life." She leans close to whisper to you. "So do try your best."

"This is just..." You don't get to finish, she's grabbed your shirt and pulled you close. She kisses you deeply. There is nothing of the daintiness or composure that you're used to, you've lost all your will and she is dragging you out of control. You find yourself consumed with an overwhelming and perplexing ecstasy and the idea of restraint or of reason seems unimportant now. You're driven purely by passion and by instinct-she has to have you and you have to have her, it's almost a compulsion. She's yanking off her seatbelt and reaching for your trousers, clawing at them desperately.

And just like that, you're scrambling at each other's clothes, almost frantic. You have the sensation of her breath across your face, the heat of her lips against your skin. Hands, everywhere. Exploring the curves of her body. A hungry desperation to peel back every layer of fabric to feel more, and more of her. She bites your bottom lip and looks at you with pleading eyes.

"I want you and I want you now." Her lips move like liquid lust and her hand like electricity, the energy tingles when she wraps her fingers around your cock and pulls it free from your pants.

She gasps and then giggles as if pleasantly surprised, a cute and kittenish squeal, she hums with her own approval of her actions.

"I'll be gentle," she whispers, her eyes shining with mischief. She rubs you from tip to base, taking the full length, slowly and teasingly over and again until the blood's pumping and you're at full salute. She's on her knees in the passenger seat and leaning over you. A smirk on her lips, she goes lower and lower still, her tongue warm and wet. Taking your crown into her mouth and enveloping you, her pace slow but sure.

Your hand in her hair, not to control or pressure, just to feel her in the moment. Encourage her, caress the back of her neck and appreciate every moment of pleasure. She takes you deep, deeper into her throat, the heat of her lungs, the power in her movements as she comes off and plunges again and again. It's effortless and instinct, and not for anything other than her own desire to please, and that itself is thrilling, you have to admit.

It's a strange new world for you to have sex without the enhancements of technology. It's so raw.

You sigh and whimper at every suckling pull, your nerve endings raw and singing. Her palms firmly pressing down onto the tops of your thighs, her movements grow slower, more sensual but she sucks harder, the vibrations from the moans of her enjoyment humming through the root of your shaft-fuck, it feels so fucking good, too good. She releases you with a slight gasp for air and a drooling line of spit.

She wipes her lips with a knowing glint in her eyes. "Outside, now." Miyeon doesn't hesitate. Her shirt pulled off and tossed into your face and she's leapt over to the rear passenger door, flinging it open wide, the warm night air rushes in to greet you, along with the sound of crickets. She slams the door shut and you open yours.

You climb out and head to meet her at the front of the car, she's already leaning against the metal hood. The car is one of those muscle cars from back at the time, a real classic ride that suits a woman like her. "Hey you," she rubs her hands against the metal as she leans forward and sprawls herself over it. "Get behind me already," her tongue dancing across her red-stained lips, her chest heaving in excitement, you're as hot and as hard as you'll ever be.

Miyeon tilts her head, watching you closely with half-opened eyes, her pretty pink tongue sticks out between her perfect teeth, and a teasing wink follows. She wiggles her hips, an inviting gesture, her skirt raised to reveal the gentle wobble of her cheeks-she doesn't have underwear, what a perfect minx she is-all bare for you.

She runs a hand down over the hem of her skirt and then raises it fully up over the top of her ass. As glorious as the very stars overhead. You have an overwhelming urge to run your hands across her bare flesh and as you take the first steps towards her, you find your arms reaching and touching and tracing every inch of skin that's exposed.

You run your hands over her cheeks, spreading them, kneading them, Miyeon's letting out soft little noises, encouraging you, inciting you-but fuck, this view... it's exquisite. It's so clear now, that all those fakes, the painstaking hours of recreation, simply did not live up to the real deal, and not just the view, everything is magnitudes superior.

You smooth your palm between her thighs and you part them, pulling her ass to the edge, sliding her legs open, watching as her wetness shines. "Just how badly do you want me?" you ask her.

"Look at me, how can you say something like that? Of course, I fucking want you. I hate having to wait. Come and fuck me."

You guide your cock to sit between her cheeks and rock into it gently, enjoying how those perky cheeks cradle your length and the way her whole body rocks with every movement. "Is it wrong that I love watching you squirm?" you ask, running the palm of your hand over the bare skin, digging your fingers in, grasping a handful and appreciating how it yields under your fingertips.

"Only wrong if I mind, and I don't," Miyeon groans, lifting her hips against you and smothering your dick in her deliciously juicy flesh. She is irresistible. "So what are you waiting for," her voice soft and suggestive. "Go on, you know you want to. You know how much I need it."

You grit your teeth and trace her lips with the tip of your cock, and it's like lightning flashing between you both. Fuck. Her lips are so wet and hot-they're so tantalisingly puffy. She wiggles and gyrates against you as you rest inside her opening. She groans and you're shuddering.

You slide the first few inches and gasp. You both moan softly together as you glide in, she's so much tighter than you had imagined she might feel-every inch that slides inside makes her clench you more.

"Yes," Miyeon is urgent and breathy, her muscles are contracting as though attempting to swallow your entire length. And she's hungry for it. "That's it baby, nice and deep," her words as electrifying as the sensation of her snug walls quivering as she clings on with greed.

"Like this?" you whisper in her ear as you lean over and pin her petite frame against the metal, letting her feel you, all of you. Every inch. And as she moans and shivers under the weight of your body. Your hands reach her shoulders and your fingertips find her neck, circling and caressing and massaging in all the right places-she turns her head as far round as she's able to gaze at you as she hums and gasps with each rolling movement of your hips.

Her teeth biting her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed pink, a complete dream in motion. Her body arches as she urges and wills herself back on you. You groan in return. Everything about her feels unreal in its perfection. She's squeezing against your cock, and her most hidden recesses begin to melt for you.

Miyeon cums like this, and it's without warning. She tenses, her eyes go wide and her mouth hangs open-her silky tunnel clamps tight as a vice grip. And the way she gushes all over you, covering you, she can barely breathe, she can barely let out a cry or a single noise, only ragged breathing as you hold her firmly in place and fuck her through it.

You fuck her without shame or inhibition. She whimpers, a feeble cry, every thrust powerful and deliberate. Miyeon moans what feels like your name and you give another forceful snap of your hips, both hands firmly on her slim and shaking waist. There are no words that can possibly encapsulate her.

"That's it," her breath erratic and shaky. She grinds her ass into you with every forward push, working into a perfect rhythm and going balls-deep with each pump. "Hard." You slam against her ass, the clapping sound of skin against skin-it fills the warm and humid air.

Miyeon cums again. So fucking easy to make her cum. Her beautiful brown eyes are desperate with desire. She shakes, she is panting, "Just like that, keep doing exactly that and I'll lose my damn mind. God, you feel so fucking big."

She's limp now, just taking rough, powerful and blissful strokes-her cries a series of hoarse grunts and weak moans.

You grab her by the waist, hard, she lets out a yelp, and then you're manhandling her, throwing her delicate figure over onto her back. There they are, those perfect little tits, grown red being forced against the metal of the car. Her soppy mess drips out from her thoroughly fucked hole.

"This, is all you wanted right?" You gather her legs and thrust them roughly up and over your shoulders, sliding easily back inside. Her pussy gushing and absolutely soaking. "A good rough fucking. You just love to be used don't you, baby. This is the side of you I've been missing, seeing how you have always been so prim and proper in front of everyone."

"That was your problem, all those homemade VirtueXs made me all commanding when I really just love to be taken." Her breaths are ragged.

"Maybe that's just how I'll be selling you in future then," you say.

She gives a throaty chuckle. "Do whatever the fuck you want, but for now," Miyeon takes a tight hold of her knees, and draws them against her chest. "Make me cum again, please."

You have her absolutely filled with every inch of cock and stretched tight with every savage drive of your hips, again, and again, and again. Sweat forms a light film over every curve and groove of her form. She's gorgeous, she's taking it, and she's loving it. "Let me feel you cum," she breathes between pumps and thrusts, her fingers kneading the flesh of her thighs as she spreads herself as open as is physically possible.

A combination of pressure and adrenaline, you're hammering deep. Miyeon is groaning and pleading. A loud moan, a series of short sharp exhales and whimpers. Those narrow hips are trembling, her slim thighs shake, toes are curled. Her orgasm and invitation for you to join her come as a surge.

You explode. Locked, sheathed so deep and full, you fill her. "Cum so much..." Miyeon sighs in awe. Your climax is euphoria.

Both a sweating, quaking mass of interlocked limbs, you pull away and your drenched cock slips out. "How are you real," you exhale. "Never felt anything like you."

"I am one of a kind." Miyeon laughs gently to herself. "Now let's get back in there and you can fuck me some more."

You're in the backseat now, Miyeon's slender body climbing all over you. She leans in and takes your lips, her sticky lip gloss and the sweet taste of her mouth as she invades with her tongue and leads yours into a frenzy. Her fingertips drag down across your chest. She's positioning herself over your cock.

The beauty of simulation is there's no recovery, only the chasing of the next orgasm, and she's keen to provide the means. She takes you with her eyes closed, a small, grateful moan and she slides herself slowly up and down. Your head arches back with a cry as she holds onto your shoulders and glides her lips down over your shaft.

"Gonna ride you," she whispers as she rocks herself in time with the rise and fall of your breaths. "Ride you until you explode again." Your fingertips squeeze into the supple curves and muscles of her torso.

It is a euphoric ecstasy. Miyeon looks perfect riding a dick. She sinks down low, grinding back and forth. She moves like waves, her hair stuck against her cheek. You take hold and move the strands out of the way, before trailing down the bare skin of her neck and to her tits, groping them firmly.

"Been so long since I last got to do this. Missed how big you are." She grasps the headrest as the speed and intensity of her motions increase. "Yeah, that's it, baby."

Her eyes flutter and her head starts to fall further and further back. Erratic, out of control, wild-she starts slamming her ass down hard. Fucked-slack and oozing, her juices dripping down. She's growing quiet and you watch her expression transform, her eyes turn glassy. You watch her face strain in her pleasure, it's a wonderful sight-pure bliss. Then she erupts into moans as her body convulses and spasms, and all you can do is hold her steady, her hole throbbing tight around you. She gasps, desperate for oxygen, every fibre and nerve singing in harmony.

From one, right into chasing the next, Miyeon lifts herself, turns, presents her ass to you and sits back on your cock. You watch it slip up between her cheeks and disappear inside her cunt once more, she hums a content sigh and leans forward. Miyeon braces herself against the window of the car, looking over her shoulder as she moves.

Her groin rocks and grinds on your shaft in a rolling motion and it's heaven itself. That cute, perky ass smacks on your groin in a sensual motion. Her hand snakes between her legs. Her moans grow in strength and volume. Wet, slippery, soft, Miyeon's fucking you and riding herself to her own orgasm. She starts to tremble. You start to tremble. She's squirming wildly, desperate for her climax, that gorgeous cunt squeezing every inch and driving you crazy.

And you lose it. Another intense explosion that makes you clasp onto her ass and hold it steady. A groan rips through your entire body, and you empty everything you have. She cums the instant she feels the heat spread through her. A unified orgasm. Pure heavenly relief. The energy seems to drift into the air and the car rattles beneath you both. It is incredible. The euphoria is otherworldly.

"Tell me that was good," she asks softly.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Again. Again. Please, one more time?"

"It's your head, sweetie. Have at it."

"Hmm, I suppose it is. Then I want to sit on you, and I want it in my ass." Miyeon giggles and slips herself off you, a mixture of your cum and hers falling down her thighs.

"Whatever the fuck you want," you groan, delirious as Miyeon pulls you up to the seat and then takes her place on your lap, she spread her legs out over yours and you take her hips, guiding her ass onto your cum-soaked cock. Everything is a fucking blur but the sensations are turned up to eleven, and there is nothing else that is comparable.

You plant kisses on her hot, sweaty back as you slide her down onto your length. She's twitching, and squirming. You hear her let out a soft gasp of delight at the invasion. The tightness, the constricting squeeze is just...

"Oh yes..." Miyeon breathes softly. "Let me... let me do the work now, let me fuck this big hard dick with my tight ass." She circles her hips, drawing on your cock with a slow, tight, merciless motion. Your world starts spinning all over again. She's slick with sweat, her cheeks grinding on your thighs, the scent and the sex drives you fucking wild. "What a perfect dick. I could do this all day."

You lean your head forward, and sink your teeth into the muscle of her shoulder-a flurry of loud moans from Miyeon as she bounces on your shaft. The sloppy sounds, the music of her pleasures, the clapping slap, it's insane and exhilarating. You lick her sweat from her flesh, tasting her.

She's slick and stretched, clamping around your cock as her pace quickens and turns ragged and urgent. It's a whole other level, it's unparalleled and all-consuming. You're just about ready to blow inside her ass.

"Hold onto me," She pants, grasping your left wrist and bringing it over to her mouth, placing your fingertips upon her tongue and sucking. It is lewd and erotic and exciting and your insides begin to churn and ache.

There's no stopping you now, you erupt again, gripping her waist as your hips buck up on instinct, jamming yourself deep and blowing. Miyeon moans around your fingertips-taking your load while still rubbing her swollen little clit.

"Yes, I love it when I make you cum like that," she murmurs, sliding herself slowly off your half-mast cock and crawling off your lap. She throws herself down on the seat in a heap, peering down at the thick mess of cum dripping out of her freshly fucked orifices, a dazed smile, satiated.

You blink and try to get her into focus but it's to no use-she blurs and vanishes before your eyes. And soon, you're back. Your workshop, in your chair, and still hooked into Miyeon. Still sitting back-to-back, your foreheads damp, breathing hard and ragged. The lights flickering a bright electric blue.

"Incredible," you breathe.

Miyeon sighs. "Yeah..." She detaches the link from behind her ear. Miyeon climbs to her feet, shakily making her way around your workspace. "I'm such a mess," She says, touching under her dress.

"Fuck, yeah me too," you sit there trying to process what just happened.

"I want a copy. The whole thing." Miyeon places a card down on the desk.

"I'll get started."

Scar Tissue

Kinktember Day 14: Spanking; Pain

Le Sserafim Chaewon x male reader smut

words: 1,829 Kinktember Masterlist

Kim Chaewon is not like other girls.

See, Kim Chaewon likes whips.

Whipped vanilla ice cream, sure, but also the kind you swing.

Sometimes, Kim Chaewon also likes soft serve, but she never likes softness in bed. Which is lucky, given that your idea of foreplay consists of a riding crop and candle wax, rather than roses and candlelight. It's nice of you, really, to match her freak. It's better for both of you if you're both whacked-out and weird. She looks more put together than you do: she looks the way a perfect girl should, but under those designer jeans are scars. You like running your lips over them, over the crinkles of where her skin once splintered. Her eyes grow large when she sees the marks on her body, and her lips stretch into a smirk.

Now, there's this little thing she told you once, somewhere between your lips on her body and her fingers raking your face, so, here it is-a recap.

"Love is for losers," said Kim Chaewon. Then she pulled you into a kiss, one that brokered no argument. You weren't about to argue, because why would you? Love is for losers.

And there's no denying that this girl has a reputation; you knew that well before you started burying your head between her legs or flogging her until she's sobbing your name. She doesn't do strings, only ropes, cuffs and chains. This girl fucks-hard and fast-and whatever the rules, she breaks them. Kim Chaewon does a whole lot of things. But what she does best is this: she chews a person up and spits them out when she's done with them.

"So don't go thinking this means anything. I won't take your feelings seriously, so don't try that shit with me," she warned.

It seems funny now, that this warning-that what you have is shallow and physical-would be considered her kindest words. Should you fall for her, you'll be fucking yourself. Funny, too, because it's obvious you're fucked either way. You're far from special. Many have seen the way her back arches against silk sheets, and many will feel her lips on theirs. Some try to pursue it further, but all leave in the end with bitterness.

Her skin feels like sugar under your touch, and just as addictive, so you wonder: why haven't you ended up like the rest? You've been doing this-whatever this is-long enough, and most of them would have feelings by now-a fact she dutifully reminds you of. It's been countless times of rough, unhinged fucking since that warning, and you're still going strong.

That's why she's here now, bent over on all fours as you trace the shape of her spine. She gives an exasperated scoff-'Why can't you hurry up?'-as her breasts press into the sheets. That was your fault. You love to tease and drag things out for her torture. You always insist on getting creative with the tools you can use for maximum effect. You figure that the more uncomfortable and degraded she gets, the harder she cums. It's a working theory, of course.

She lets out a guttural cry as the crop snaps across her ass and her fingernails dig into the mattress. You set the crop aside and yank at her hair. Her breathing goes shallow and heavy as she presses herself back onto you. Your free hand slides between her legs-your fingers press into the soft, damp flesh, drawing a choked moan from her throat.

"See, I could listen to you like that all night," you whisper, your tongue wet against the shell of her ear. Her hair smells faintly of strawberry as it grazes against your cheek.

"Harder, hit me harder," she moans breathlessly. Her whole body is shaking and tense. She shoves her ass towards you impatiently and growls something that sounds a lot like your name, like a command, the way she's always demanded your touch.

The riding crop cracks against her body, its surface marking red splotches then your tongue draws a line between the welts. When your teeth sink into her flesh, she flinches and shudders. Her ass tastes as good as it looks. You relish in the way her skin jerks under the crack of the crop as she digs her face into the pillow, mashing the fabric around her.

Loud cracks ring throughout the room every time the crop hits, the sound harmonizing with the choked sobs tearing from her lips. Each slap rings harder than the last, and the yelps increase in volume until her throat gives in and all that's left are a series of strained whimpers and sputtered gasps for air. You like her face like that, scrunched in pain, and her hands clawing around the ropes binding them, red-knuckled and taut.

But she does her begging with her ass, wriggling and wagging as you make mark after mark, trying to signal for the next. That's just the crux of it all, isn't it? She knows how good she looks and how she can tempt you, with a swish of her hips and an arch of her back.

"Please," she whines, breathless. Her hair is as messy as she is. She rubs her tits against the sheets, her nipples tight and raw. She squeezes her thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction. "More, please."

You place the shaft of the crop between her teeth and instinctively she clenches it. "Hold this for me?" you whisper as your run your hand over the sore skin of her ass. There are these few seconds of eye contact, while she waits for how you'll punish her next.

You sink a pair of fingers into her cunt and she arches her back, pressing herself onto them. The moment they enter, she clenches around them, whimpering quietly around the crop. You set a quick rhythm and curl them forward-that gets her so worked up you swear her mouth almost opens in a scream. Instead, her grip on the leather gets stronger and her brows scrunch, sweat trickling down her chin and into the sheets.

You stand behind her, fucking furiously into her. Her eyes grow round as she shakes around your fingers, like a vessel containing concentrated pleasure. And you get her right there, on the edge, you've seen her body like this far too many times that it's easy to recognise. Then you pull your fingers out and step back to admire the mess that is a needy Kim Chaewon.

With you nowhere near touching her, her face starts to dissolve into rage. She spits the crop aside and seizes up, pulling her restraints-tight on her wrists and ankles.

"Let me cum," she growls, squeezing her thighs hard and rolling her ass, grinding up on nothing.

Now it's just your hand, crashing against her skin and spanking her hard. The shake is glorious, ass flesh rippling and thighs wobbling. Kim Chaewon is pure heat, each tap sparking a new fire, sizzling between her legs, just waiting to burst.

More, she deserves so much more.

Now, what was that thing about whips? You uncoil it, feeling the braided handle in your palm and squeezing it tight. With a flick of the wrist and a crack, the whip bites into her skin. She flinches and whimpers, hips jumping, her head rising up from the sheets in pleasure. You know how it feels, the impact numbing the spot before the pain, the burning agony. Another snap. Her body rocks forwards, straining. Another crack, this time on her thighs.

See, Kim Chaewon likes whips.

Chaewon is so tense-so expectant-waiting for the next, not that it ever arrives. Her head swimming in the pain, she doesn't know what you have planned, but 30 seconds and a good slathering of lube later and you're pushing a bead into her ass. A furiously sharp intake of air; her shoulders and back go rigid. She pulls against her bonds as you ease the string of beads into her, her ass snatching at each one hungrily. Each one is just a little wider than the next, forcing her open each time.

By the time the last of the beads is inside of her, she's rocking against her bonds again. She feels so full and every movement of her body-even the smallest quiver-has her losing her mind. Just one look glance over her shoulder and her eyes tell the story. She wants to be fucked.

Her thighs tremble uncontrollably as she clenches her jaw. Her eyes burn into yours as she gives a raw growl. You slither your hand up between her thighs. Her cunt is weeping, the beads stuffed in her ass threatening to spill out.

Your thumb settles on her clit, rubbing circles around it with growing vigour. She writhes around on the mattress, throwing her ass upwards. The begs are frantic as she rubs her clit up against the slick pad of your thumb.

It's not enough. A high whine. A whisper of your name. "Harder." She moves around frantically, and you just barely rub her harder. Not quite enough, still, she groans, tears slipping past her lashes as her heart beats out of control. "Fuck me," she hisses, struggling to think anything but that.

Through all of this, the idea was to work Kim Chaewon up well, tease her and hurt her until her mind went wild. You keep telling yourself this, it's the reason you're edging her like this-you just wanted to see how far you could push her before she snapped-but even your own body is reacting to her moans. You want her. In the dirtiest of ways. You're sweating a lot more than you thought. You've become aroused not just by the sound of the leather snapping across Kim Chaewon's ass and the choked little gasps coming from her throat. It's a wonderful effect that Kim Chaewon can produce on you.

You might well need to cum as much as she does. Maybe you should reward yourself and do her too. Maybe the teasing should come to an end. You curl the whip around her neck and wrap it firmly, and she knows what's coming next, that knowledge lighting up her eyes like fireworks in the night sky. You yank it back and she moans. Right now feels just right-to fuck her and be fucked. To cum and to make her cum. To share in a moment of weakness and indulgence.

Fuck Kim Chaewon as she deserves. Strike her ass with your palm as you pound her. Watch as she struggles so full of cock, full of beads and so full of pain. And she will scream.

Scream your name right as she cums. She does that a lot, so you know it's inevitable.

Then, you will cum too, right over her reddened ass, and maybe after, you'll whip her one more time-for good measure.

Because Kim Chaewon is not like other girls.

See, Kim Chaewon likes whips.

Not Quite Home

Kinktember Day 15: Stand & Carry

Kepler Youngeun x male reader smut

words: 1,495 Kinktember Masterlist

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She is everything you're not. Everything you hate. How can someone refuse to have a place to call home?

All this about being a free spirit and experiencing everything that the world has to offer all sounds well and good but how is a tree supposed to grow if it has no roots? But Youngeun insists that is exactly what she is after, the constant thrill, the constant novelty, the rush and urgency. In every interaction, she seems to have been in search of the next big adventure.

And you think you do her a disservice by not understanding.

Perhaps if you had met each other under other circumstances, things might have gone better for the two of you. But now, you resent how she feels like a stranger whenever you're together. She once brought an element of excitement and risk to a routine, drab life, but that grew exhausting and more than once made you feel like you were suffocating. You grew to loathe her carelessness.

"Your parents?" You ask as she stands in your bedroom for the third night in a row, "Have you even told them you're back in town?"

She shakes her head in lieu of an answer, "You know how they are."

"You're going to blame them for wanting their daughter to visit for once?"

Youngeun laughs. It's one of your least favourite traits-her incapability to take anything seriously. "Not your business. Besides, seven nights, remember?"

Yes. Seven nights. This is what she told you, another expiry date on another chapter of whatever the fuck this is between you. Another unspoken contract was signed for the hell of it. A time limit, for something that isn't even real.

"Just think about it," you continue, hopelessly, "talking with your family. It'll clear your mind."

"Know what clears my mind? The wind in my hair, sun on my skin, music in my ears," Youngeun runs her hand through her silky hair, "Landing in some new town, finding a new local hang out to try something exotic and then exploring whatever is hidden in that town's history, picking up a new person, hooking up with them, letting the excitement course through my veins, knowing there's always something else waiting on the horizon."

Another insufferable thing that she does. It's been maybe fifteen minutes since you tangled limbs in the bed and now she's standing across the room naked making no secret of the fact that she picks up guys and girls wherever she goes. Youngeun looks down at you on the mattress and runs her eyes up and down your body, her fingers resting lightly over her collarbone.

You follow the line of her fingers, nails cut short with traces of peeled black nail paint. A callus on her finger is a reminder of how often she played the guitar. She runs them down her chest, thumb catching a nipple in the process of doing so.

"Look at you. You get hotter every time I come back." And just like that, Youngeun drops a compliment, casual and effortless and you question who's benefiting from this relationship because it clearly isn't you.

You're gonna fuck her again tonight. Tomorrow too, and another three nights after that. After which she'll be gone for another six months to a year. There's a weird emotional emptiness to this routine-you give and she takes and this is all she asks.

"Come here, will you? Pin me to this wall already. Make me feel you." Her hand cups her breast and another traces its way down her abs, a clear intention.

You should hate her, really. Like how you hate the idea that she left home for no reason or how she wasted her potential, hate her for her indifference, for her recklessness and her cold detachment, or hate the fact that it's just meaningless sex.

She doesn't like strings, it makes no sense to her how people commit. If she was the type of person who asked to be understood, you would probably try to, but that's never something she ever expressed.

For all of that, you don't hate her. It's why you're still walking towards her and she's backing up into the wall.

So, what does she ask for? Her answer is pleasure and pain.

She kisses like a raging fire. Everywhere her hands roam leaves marks on your skin; she scratches deep in your back as you hook her thigh up around your waist. A hand between her legs, sliding in without any sort of preamble. She's still dripping wet, though some of that may well be your last load. She tastes of salty, sweaty sex and you relish it. She kisses and she gasps as your fingers work at her entrance; crooking them upward so you can press them into her and rub right against the sensitive spot inside her.

Her tongue slides past yours, hot and wet as she grinds up into your hand, claws digging into your lower back. Your hand fucks into her roughly with reckless abandon and her breathing gets shallow as your fingers bring her closer and closer.

It doesn't take long, she's close, you know that when she throws her head back against the wall. "Stop-wait, fuck-wait," Youngeun barely gasps and then with your name in her throat, the friction of your fingers sends her over the edge. A moan escapes as her mouth falls open, eyes clamp shut as you finger her to orgasm.

It's always been easy to make Youngeun cum, but it never loses its magic. There's something particularly thrilling to the way she moans your name in that honey-laced rasp, to the way her entire body arches upwards as the pleasure mounts. A sharp gasp cuts the air.

Her limbs slacken. She leans her head against the wall. She's struggling to catch her breath.

And this is the fucking problem. For every reason to hate her, there are so many more reasons to enjoy her.

That's when you lift her, hooking up the other thigh and holding her by her tight little ass. Youngeun hisses and she's staring daggers and that's always a part of the fun. She'll give you these looks that could kill a lesser man, but you know the only solution is to pound her into submission.

"Be rough with me. Hard," Youngeun pants, sucking air in, breath ragged. Her skin's hot to the touch.

"Like last time?" Your voice comes low, thick and gruff as you hook her legs higher.

"No, harder, faster," Youngeun replies between rapid, short breaths, she grips your arms, rolls her hips and wraps her body tighter around you, "Want me to stay? Fuck me until I can't walk out."

You're incensed and sliding your length over her slick, warm, inviting heat, before slamming her back into the wall, entering her in one long hard motion and enjoying the way her lips fall apart; enjoying the way her hot and messy, fucked-out body arches upward as you hit deeper and the way her cries pitch. You don't even wait for her to catch her breath before snapping your hips over and over and giving Youngeun exactly the type of pounding that she wants.

There's a sharp gasp. A second of silence and then a choked-back scream. You feel a palm on the nape of your neck and a sting on your shoulders as her nails dig deep and scratch. She rakes them over the broad expanse of your upper back and it fucking hurts. It fucking stings and it's delicious. You bury yourself deep inside her, stretch and fuck her all open on your dick.

"Like that. Yes! Like that! Fucking ruin me."

"Since you asked so nicely."

Her moans become a struggle now that you've run a hand roughly up her body and planted it around her neck. Squeezing, not too hard, not to cut her airflow, not to bruise, but firmly enough that she will feel it and feel that she is being held. She loves to feel hopeless. And there, that's what you like: her hot, sweaty body locked between you and the wall and helpless against you as you sink into her.

And as much as she says it doesn't mean anything. Youngeun cries out your name like it means something.

The ever-familiar suffocating grip of her wet cunt grips you as she cums again. Bodies flushed together, grinding and sweaty.

"I can't breathe-" Youngeun whimpers in that cracked, vulnerable and submissive way and you snarl. Fuck her up as promised. Hurt her like she begs for. And Youngeun loves it like nothing else, absolutely nothing, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and a strangled groan as you reach another climax and fill up her pussy again. You pound yet another load into her tight hole.

As much as she would hate to ever admit it, this is as close to a home as she has in her life.

Purpose

Kinktember Day 16: Underwater/Pool sex

Twice Tzuyu x male reader smut

words: 3,093 Kinktember Masterlist

"No. This is as far as I go. You saw those barricades back there. It was sealed from the outside for a reason."

"We've come this far, I'm not turning back," you say sternly.

"It was designed to keep something inside, not to keep people out! Don't be a fool!"

You shake your head, "I have to keep going."

"Alone," he says, turning to leave. "If you make it out alive, may we meet again."

He was afraid. Now you're on your own. Down here in the dark, you wander a little bit further, past rock walls that look no different to the ones ten metres back. There's a pull on you, as you stumble down through the shadows, and it's not just the allure of the unknown.

There is a... presence.

Unsteady flooring that threatens to give way with each step and the humidity hanging in the air make for an uneasy feeling. Turning a sharp corner, followed by another twist, there's a smell that hits the back of your nose. It's unusually fresh. Flowery. It's like spring has invaded your sinuses.

With another turn, there's a heat and a faint blue light, as the tunnel widens into a cavernous hollow.

There it is.

Water.

You were expecting more ominous, dingy blackness; rocks and debris, and some dirt, but this is quite the opposite. Crystal clear. A natural underground spring. Glowing crystals in the rocks shine from all directions, providing pale blue shimmers that coat every wall and every crevice. There's a gentle passage of ripples over the surface, from the very back where water spills in from above.

You approach the edge and stare into the depths.

Silent.

Still.

Peaceful.

There's a stone, not like the others, propped up by the near edge of the pool and upon that is an engraving. Old and moss-covered but still decipherable. You dust it off gently with your fingers and then pull the notebook that was given to you before the search began. Matching symbols to words provides the vaguest of translations, as best you can make it out.

It speaks of a choice and a world beyond.

It speaks of the unquenchable thirst of man and the dangers of desire.

Your breath hangs in the air as you kneel by the water's edge, your chest heaving with apprehension, a churning sensation swirling in the pit of your stomach, bringing your heart to the back of your throat. You have no idea how long you have knelt at the side. You've not taken a single glance upwards, but now the nerves settle, it is the only urge you feel.

You dip your hand into the water-it's not hot nor cold, no boiling burns nor icy chill. It's just lukewarm. Comfortable.

You dance your fingers below the surface. It feels as though time has ceased its march as you stare at your hand and beyond it to the seemingly bottomless pool. The weight of your body shifts unnaturally as if an unseen energy is pulling you under, beckoning you. It is no longer in question whether you will venture inside the spring, you have no choice but to descend.

Inhaling deep, eyes closing slowly, you are powerless to resist. Toppling forward, you enter the welcoming water and its tranquillity washes over you like nothing you have ever felt before.

"It's been so long." A voice echoes all around you and your eyes bolt open, there's nothing there but deep blue and you slam them shut again in fear. "Don't be afraid. I'm here to give you purpose," she coos.

It is as if she is the water itself, the words speak in your ears, her very voice coursing through you. Soothing yet tantalising, dangerous, and entirely divine

"You sought me. You have found me."

You struggle and thrash in the water as panic consumes you, unable to grasp any sort of orientation. There is no up, no down, no surface, nor edge. There's a tightness in your chest, the need to breathe, but you can't open your mouth, not down here.

"Stop moving, you are in safe hands. Trust me and I will keep you afloat. Trust me and you will breathe," she soothes. "Don't fight the water, let it carry you."

You grow limp, accepting. All you hear are her soft-spoken tones, all you can feel is her embrace around every inch of your body, every curve and crevice and within moments, you succumb. When your lips fall open and you try to take a much-needed breath, it just works. Like it's second nature.

"Open your eyes."

The naked form of a woman is before you.

In her flawless human appearance, her long, wavy hair floats effortlessly by her shoulders and her mesmerising smile pierces the depths. Her long legs somehow find purchase on nothing, she walks towards you with ease, unashamed in her bareness.

She holds out a hand and it calls out for you to rest in her touch, as the weight of your own body carries you down. You settle as she grazes her fingers over your cheek and warmth spreads from her hand, down your spine and into the extremities.

"Did you read the warning? If so, why did you not heed it? Do you seek pain, torture, death or worse?"

"No... I," you mutter.

"Then are you just a fool?" she smirks. "Blinded by discovery and the thrill of danger? Then I will be honest with you. The world above the surface no longer welcomes you, it has forgotten you now. As it has many people before you." Her voice is both powerful and alluring. "So, as with every mortal my kind draws into their waters, I offer a choice, two roads, and you must decide." She brings her other hand to your face, cupping your cheeks between her hands, pressing the tip of her nose against yours and bringing her lips close. "Though it's not much of a choice."

She smirks, and then pushes you down, deeper into the water, and she follows, whisking you in a current that threatens to consume you in its unnatural wake. There's a harsh change in environment and temperature, from comforting warm and tranquil, to painfully bitter cold. Your limbs start to become heavy and numb, making it harder and harder to fight against the water's embrace, to kick and reach for anything you can. But there is no escape, only surrender to the inevitable, the unavoidable.

Then it comes into view, below you, somehow, an island, with grass, trees, and other greenery. There are grand structures littering the landscape that you can barely make out from this height. In any other situation, the beauty that lays far below would be enchanting, but not now.

"The Isle of Avalon. I'm sure you've heard of it. Heard the rumours of how beautiful it is, what a paradise it is," her voice fills you once again. "You can call it home now. Take what I give and relinquish the rest. Or I can send you out to a world where you are now no longer welcome-where only death awaits."

She moves into sight again, her delicate body floating around you, and as soon as she looks into your eyes, you are ensnared once more. She smiles the most innocent, pure smile, yet it fills you with a lust that you cannot describe. Her eyes penetrate deep into your very being, reading your innermost thoughts. You finally muster the most simple of questions, "Who are you?"

"You know who I am," she whispers, placing her hand on the side of your head and it awakens in you like a memory.

"Tzuyu. You're a water nymph. A protector of Avalon," you recall from a false memory.

"And what do I want?"

"Me," you admit, somehow knowing that it is true.

"Only you."

Tzuyu's hands drift along your neck and down your chest, and as she does, your clothes just fall away from your body, seemingly disintegrating into nothing until all that is left is yourself, bare and floating.

"Choose."

"I choose life. I choose the isle of Avalon, if it's with you," your lips spill your desires of their own volition and Tzuyu moves closer and closer to you. You fall deeper and deeper into her gaze, her alluring eyes of the deepest hazel are hypnotic and impossible to break free from.

Your hands find her waist, some semblance of control coming back to you, and she says, "Good choice," and pulls herself close.

Your bare body comes flush against hers as she pushes her lips to your own, and her kisses taste like every beautiful thing combined into one. A tinge of wild berry, of sweet chocolate and vanilla. You're powerless to resist when her tongue slips between your lips. Instinct demands your hands slide down over her waist and across the curves of her ass.

Fingertips sink into the soft flesh, squeezing with a need you had no idea existed. It seems to please her, the nymph responding in kind by wrapping her long legs around you, cooing delightfully, humming into the kiss. Her hands weave into your hair, tilting her head as she drinks you down with every motion.

You're anchored to each other, weightless and swirling in the wake of the waters. Tzuyu pulls slightly from the kiss to tell you, "Hundreds of years, waiting for this. I can hardly bear to wait a second more," and then your lips meet again.

Smooth skin rubbing against you as she grinds down against you. The legs in the small of your back pull you tight against her warm embrace. So tantalising lewd is the rough massage against the underside of your cock, she does not even hide that she means to entice your manhood to rise.

At your ear now, Tzuyu whispers, "The very thought of it sends shivers right through me." She grinds slowly as she says it as if emphasising her not-so-discreet intention. "But first..." and suddenly, you are falling once more. Down and down. Until you are swallowed by the darkness.

A slip out of consciousness and then a return, and you awaken on your back. Lying in shallow water of a pool, much different to the one you fell into. Tzuyu is still against you. "Welcome home. Now. Take me."

She feels more real now-tangible. Her weight is on you as she pulls her hips over yours and draws your cock up to her entrance. You've had her kisses, her touch, but now she gives you the promise of rapture beyond compare.

Eagerness drives her to simply drop onto your tip, allowing the wet entrance to give way and accept you. From that very first moment, you are surrounded by her, cloyed with pleasure. You feel her thighs tense around your waist, feel the breath gasp out of her lungs, feel her grip clench upon your shoulders with her eyes shut, teeth gritted and brows furrowed. She tries to take you all inside her, pushing and grinding, only to wince as she struggles. Tzuyu does everything she can to relax and savour the slow sensation of letting your hard cock invade her depths.

"You don't understand how much I've yearned for this," she coos. "We each had to wait for so long to find a mate but now I have you. Finally, after so long, and I can have you, again and again and again, and you will enjoy having me just the same, won't you? Can you feel that desire, even now, how much you want to breed me?"

It is an undeniable truth. So when Tzuyu starts to ride you, her hips snapping down against you and creating a small splash in the water, you thrust back. You fuck into her, every twitch and ripple of her inner walls sending waves of pleasure through you.

Friction, the smell of the woman who's above you, the taste of saltwater on her lips, the noises she makes and the pressure as she clamps on your cock. It is hard to focus, and hard not to feel every muscle in you contract and ache from pleasure, as Tzuyu throws herself at you, losing herself in the way your bodies come together, rocking back and forth to her rhythms as you enjoy her and relish letting her have you.

This paradise is your new home and it welcomes you with the most erotic of experiences. You wish that this moment could stretch to eternity, with her warmth wrapping your shaft, as it throbs and pulsates with a growing pleasure.

You see her biting down on her bottom lip as her rhythm grows increasingly desperate, and she leans down against you, pressing her breasts to your chest and bracing herself. Feverishly, her hips continue their thrusts, and now with greater speed, deeper, taking every bit of you as if it is necessary for her very survival.

"Can't stop. Not until you cum!" she moans. Her body jerks erratically, all but convulsing. Tight. Intense heat. Coaxing you with her body and her moans. The physical pull of her is nearly irresistible and the flood of pleasure seems too much to handle. You grip her, her thigh and her ass, tight, aggressive and relentless. You need to force your hips upward.

You need to cum inside Tzuyu.

"Fill me with it," Tzuyu grunts as her entire body shudders and the water ripples around you.

Just one more frantic thrust as your hips smack upwards and her back arches in sheer euphoria as she shouts your name, and suddenly the deluge is just too much to hold back. Everything bursts out inside her. You unleash and thrust upwards, over and over, releasing the thick rope after rope into Tzuyu with a raspy moan. And she seems so overjoyed that the more you give to her, the more desperate she becomes as she squeezes you with every muscle she can manage to demand even more.

Here on the Isle of Avalon, you soon learn that night and day simply don't exist. Time is not a constraint for the girls who live here, and the men they keep. Here on the Isle of Avalon, there exists only everlasting desire, and one's ability to fulfil it.

You become a slave to this need. Resting only to satisfy Tzuyu again when she is ready, and it's always in the water. The next time you have her, it's submerged and against the tiled pool wall. Tzuyu pinned against it, her thighs splayed and feet hooking behind the backs of your thighs while your hands squeeze her ass and press her to you. It's fast and loud and intense and makes every bit of the excitement inside her abundantly apparent.

You thrust into her and she demands you not be gentle, demanding that you continue until her tight pussy squeezes every inch of you with her orgasm. "Now... Yes. Just like that! Keep fucking me. Take my body," and when you do just that, she squeals. She moans and she pants, and it all feels so, so good.

Her plump ass hits against the tiles as the water splashes with every aggressive stroke. You grow closer, every spasm a bit stronger than the last. She screams in absolute ecstasy as you unleash every drop inside her. You know, there will never be a way off of the isle, because Tzuyu has you forever. And there is no way out.

"I love it when you get a little rough," she tells you the next time on the soft sand shore. When she turns her back on you and orders, "Mount me," you sink your cock into her as you always do, because, in this land, her desires are always your own, and there can only ever be pleasure.

She arches her back and her hands grab the backs of her thighs, urging you to pound her. Urging you to go harder and faster. When her eyes look over her shoulder, she pants your name. Begging you, "Fill my pussy, please. Flood me with it and stay deep in my cunt."

Her ass shakes as you thunder against it and grunt. Sweat glistens on the muscles of her back, making her skin gleam. Sand sticks to her chest, occasionally washed by the crashing of a wave and the girl wants it even harder, "More! Don't stop!" and again, the more she asks, the more you give. The more her fingers sink into the flesh of her thighs and yours into her hips. She thrashes back and forth against your thrusts and you fuck her tight cunt into bliss.

It feels natural now. Everything. This is the way of the world now, whatever this world is, wherever it is. It's life in its most raw, natural form. When your seed drips from her quivering cunt onto the sand and she looks over her shoulder and smiles, "Again."

So when she shifts onto her back in the shallows and says, "Fuck me. I want you in me again. Please." It's just natural.

It happens all around you, all the other girls, the ones that have secured themselves a human, a tool, to satiate their needs. Even on the very same beach, Nayeon is astride her man, bouncing and shouting. Twisting and swaying and driving him back inside her with lust.

What would be hours, days, weeks, and months in the life you used to live, all pass in a sex-fuelled, addling blur here.

Years down the line, you're still here, on the steps of the pool, where Tzuyu sits and her knees are hooked over your forearms. As your cock drills inside her with relentless thrusts, Tzuyu's nails score the back of your shoulders while she tosses her head and screams at you not to stop. You still take the request as seriously as ever.

Every vigorous slam inside, with every bruising collision of your hips against hers, each more tiring than the last in the resistance of the water, it's all in the effort of making her cum. There isn't much else that Tzuyu does aside from climax these days, and you do it all for her. It's all any of the girls do. Even now, barely a metre to your left, Sana sits on the same steps, taking her rough fucking, by an eager man who claims her moans as his lips assault her neck and she bucks in ecstasy beneath his weight.

This is life, now (and forever), for better or worse.

H.R.P

Kinktember Day 17: Rope Bunny

ARTMS/Loona Heejin x male reader smut

words: 3,244 Kinktember Masterlist

There's this thing about bunnies, you see, that's totally overplayed but no less true: they fuck like crazy.

Now look, biologically, Heejin is categorically, absolutely not a bunny. Not even a speck of shared DNA. Nonetheless, her undeniable cuteness, her fearlessness towards the world, the unbridled exuberance of youth, and her uncontrollable sex drive? If anything, the comparison between the two is uncanny. A sort of spirit animal, if you would.

Bunny ears are a very popular piece of attire in BDSM, particularly during HRP (Heejin Rope Play, yes, she named and abbreviated it). Heejin is typically chained, bound, handcuffed and/or gagged. Usually partially nude as well, if not completely; either way, she is made fully naked throughout what follows. But remember: the ears stay on.

She's a pleaser, in so many ways. Whatever will get her fucked.

Heejin shows a talent for many things: Her body responds well to slaps; her mouth has a natural talent for pleasing cocks; her ass takes pain as readily as her cunt takes pleasure.

This is the eighth time this year (and it's only February) that you're opening to door to the HRP 'burrow' to see her, suspended in ropes.

Her arms are secured behind her in a box tie. Her wrists fastened to the centre of her back from which the rope secures her arms and shoulders too. The rope also laces around her torso, tightly compressed to strain her breathing and her legs are bound such that her heels are close to her ass and she is spread just enough that if you walked around behind her and dipped your hand between those legs... well, you get the picture.

A single line of rope loops under her jaw and connects to the back of the bindings at the top of her arms, holding her head upright. She has that mischievous grin on her face again-that pretty face with her soft lips and deep brown eyes. All framed in messy silver locks. Heejin is gagged, for now, a white cloth looped through her mouth and she wears those signature bunny ears.

You step closer, in silence, taking in the sight of her, just suspended like that, helplessly waiting. Waiting for what, you may ask? For you, of course. And you wait just long enough that the anticipation begins to wear on her. The grinning falters and a layer of frustration bubbles up behind those eyes. It would only be polite to release her from it soon, right?

A single twisted column of ropes suspends her from the ceiling, connected to some sort of pulley system, which allows you to make the needed adjustments for HRP. You turn the handle, and slowly, Heejin descends, her face passes by and you keep sending her lower and lower until her head is at your waist.

When the pulley's mechanism creaks to a halt, you run your fingers through those tresses and grasp a fist of hair, pulling her head up against you. You lean down to whisper in her ear, "Hi Heejin."

She leans forward, shoving her face into your crotch.

Alright, that's fine, really, it feels good but where are your manners Heejin? Did you not learn your lesson last time? Let's give her a couple of slaps of the leash then.

Her body tightens as you pull the rope to rotate her face away, so she can't see what comes next. The rope cuts into the flesh of her well-marked thighs, she's been in this thing so many times that the discomfort is mere afterthought.

Though you do wonder, just how much time they spend setting her up like this every day. But that's a question that's not here or now.

You take your first item of choice from the table of instruments. Her head rotates just a little bit, trying to see through peripheral vision what the ruffling of fabric means. You raise a simple leather cat 'o nine tails-your favourite type of whip.

The way Heejin's body responds to pain is, in its special way, nothing less than enchanting. You strike it up, against the front of her thighs, a sharp-but not too hard-crack of the whip. As it meets her skin, her muscles tighten. An erotic noise of mixed pain and pleasure slips out of her, only just smothered by the gag and her breathing gets a little faster, a little more excited.

Strike number two. Over her midriff, causing a whine followed by a quick laugh. Another smile on Heejin's face.

By the time you reach number ten, there are pink stripes on the inside of both of her thighs and across her stomach, and her breathing is noticeably shallower. Her cheeks are flushed. That sweet, playful grin, is painted with a bit of masochistic pleasure.

Pulling on the rope again, you spin Heejin back, until she faces you once more, pulling her mouth to you, again and taking the hand that was whipping her and removing the gag. "Say hello," you say, grasping her throat.

There is no more fight in her today. "Hello master," she says quietly.

Her teeth dig into her lip as she looks you in the eye and doesn't know what else to say. But the look on her face is unmistakable: Heejin wants to taste your cock, and is asking you to let her have that privilege. How could you possibly deny her that?

You unbuckle your trousers and it elicits the happiest of smiles from Heejin. You let them fall to your ankles and her bottom lip falls too, her tongue flicks over her lips to wet them. So desperately she stretches out her tongue to no avail, and a whine slips out. You grin and Heejin scowls.

Thumb and forefinger on either of her cheeks, you tilt Heejin's face upwards and admire the expressions on her as she strains her neck and shoulders, eager to reach the head, eager for a taste. You hold her just out of reach, smiling. A moment or two passes, each savoured, before you eventually put it past her lips, giving the prettiest bunny something to satisfy her urges.

Her tongue is always active. Wrapping and twisting and curving in circles. Cheeks draw in as her lips form a tight seal around you.

"Good girl," you whisper. Heejin moans in response, and her tongue dances more animatedly, hungrily. Her cheeks tighten and hollow as she begins to bob her head up and down as best she can, no matter how tightly the ropes hold her.

At first, you hold still as the tip of your cock just barely breaches her lips, allowing an enjoyment of the sensation of a warm mouth sucking you off before sliding deeper. She goes eagerly, swallowing you down, trying desperately to please, and as a reward you lean in to grab Heejin by the back of the neck and start fucking her face, pushing until the head hits the back of her throat.

So many times has this bunny loved to swallow a cock that it doesn't even phase her as you begin the familiar rhythm. Over and over, balls slapping against her chin as saliva and precum spill from her lips and her eyes glaze over. The sounds Heejin makes-her groans of delight, the sharp intakes of breath when your grip tightens, the sucking sounds her cheeks make as her tongue bathes you with spit. The erotic expression on her face. You just can't stop.

All too quickly, your breathing picks up, Heejin's lips suck, and her tongue snakes back and forth and circles. Your abdomen clenches and a pleasant buzzing tickles from the base of your cock to the very tip. There's no stopping yourself cumming in her mouth now, not with those watery eyes, smudged with makeup, staring up at you pleadingly.

You grasp hold of the rope leash and forcefully thrust past her lips, as hard and as fast as possible, feeling the sensation rise as you tense and release the flood of hot, sticky semen into Heejin's mouth.

Heejin tries her best to take it all, more content to choke on your cum rather than let it go to waste. Though the body can't keep up with the mind and she coughs and splutters. It spills from the corners of her lips, dribbles down her chin and tears fall freely as the strain of gulping everything down at once becomes too much. Her pretty bunny face is ruined with spit and cum, smeared makeup and tear tracks.

You don't really mind that it spills, the mess makes quite a sight. But for the sake of the roleplay, you can't just let her get away with it. Lean down and speak with an audible pout.

"Come on now, Heejin. What have I told you about that?"

There is a lot of shifting in the ropes. Her entire body writhes a little to express the apologetic feelings bubbling up within. "I'm sorry. So sorry," Heejin cries out between gasps for air. "Please punish me. I've been bad. I deserve it."

Standing up straight, setting your gaze cold, the act is firmly established, you look down upon the young maiden with disappointment, and tell her, "Then I will discipline you."

Heejin is obedient, always. Even now, knowing how many painful lessons her training has taught her, knowing just how thoroughly humiliated she will be, knowing full well what you are capable of doing and what you have in store for her, she cannot find the words with which to protest. She tries so hard to mask the excitement, but her face betrays her.

You turn to the table. On it lie an array of torturous implements, some simple, and others far more creative. These are the same toys she has suffered under time and time again, her knowledge of the painful joys and torturous ecstasy are vast. You start where you ended the last session, the new custom toy that had her writhing in delicious agony: on one side, it may look to imitate the simple fluffy tail of a bunny, but flipping it to the other, the weighted head with the bullet-shaped tip has proven an unmitigated success at delivering excruciating pleasure. This thing packs a punch.

You spin Heejin again, bringing her tight little ass into view, your finger runs along her bottom, right up the crack, pulling a twitch and shiver out of her. She struggles so hard to turn her head and look at what's coming, but the ropes deny her. She has no idea what you're lubing up behind her. Then you place cold, wet metal against her hole and her body jolts violently, a delicious squeal echoing throughout the room.

Getting it in is no longer the difficult part, you've been through that so many times that her muscles simply part ways, her tight hole embracing the smooth object, the further you insert it the tighter the fit; but with each millimetre it slides in, a powerful tingling shoots straight through her whole body.

It's not that what scares her.

It's what happens when you turn it on.

And now that it's in, and that her muscles have tightened again and she's trapped, trying to struggle and only serving to have the pressure dig in deeper. You reach down between her legs and gently stroke the top of that cute little clit. Coaxing her into relaxation-false security.

"Heejin..." You coo in a voice she trusts, so very much. "You know the rules of Heejin's Rope Play, don't you?"

She's frozen, quivering like an insect about to be crushed, awaiting a painful end. She answers quietly, her voice almost too soft, but filled with apprehension: "No?"

A hard slap on her ass elicits a cry.

"Yes!"

That's better. "And what do the rules say about wasting my cum? Do you remember?"

"I'm a needy bunny. And-and I should never waste a drop of cum because cum is my favourite thing ever and I crave it so much."

It'd be a forgivable mistake to think the plug you slid into Heejin's ass is just that and not a high-powered vibrator. It's a mistake Heejin herself made in the last session, and the reality was far too much for her to bear. She should know now. She should know that when you flick this little switch onto 'low' it's going to shake inside her tight asshole.

You grip the switch, and tell her, "You broke the rule, Heejin."

Flick the switch. The electricity flows. And there is a single moment where time stands still. A small voice escapes her, almost so soft and quiet it goes unnoticed; but then that voice rises louder and louder until her jaw is locked and out pours a discomforted groan.

The little silver-haired bunny loses all muscle control as her body spasms so violently that the ropes supporting her shake. Powerless to resist the overwhelming, concentrated sensation as the tingling assaults every muscle inside, and sheer, agonising torture shakes Heejin. Tears fall in rivers down her face. Sobbing. Shaking.

And this is only on 'low'.

You flick it off and wait until her trembling calms, wait until Heejin stops whimpering and is left weakly hanging there, weak and depleted of the will to fight. You move her gently, walking around to cup her wet cheek with your palm and ask Heejin, softly. "Shall we do it once more, on high, to make sure?"

She shakes her head in mute terror. Finally, she opened her eyes to see you with them, wet and red. They silently plead with you to not do that, she whispers, "fuck me please..."

"What was that, Heejin?"

"Please fuck me and I promise I won't let a drop go. Fill me up so no more is wasted. Please. I am a needy bunny."

These requests that Heejin makes never fail to stir a smile on your lips, and this one spurs you into action. So complex are the knots, so perfectly fitted against her pale flesh, that it's not easy to free her legs. But eventually, you do it. Her skin is, as always, marked and burned red by the ropes and the way she has violently strained against them.

With her upper body still restrained, her legs hang free, though she's just a little too high to touch the floor with any more than the very tip of her toes. She remains so pliable to your touch, so incapable of protest, as her wet pussy slides open from your fingers, accepting whatever is done to it. A satisfied noise escapes Heejin. That delicious cunt always does get so slick-so excited by pain.

You run your eyes over the curve of her ass, and then your hand, higher and higher past her hips and up her back, touching her, until you grab a fistful of her hair and hold her tight, pulling her upwards and-there's that satisfying groan again as you penetrate her.

Sliding in, giving it that pause, you savour the feel of her body tightening around you before beginning a rhythm. Punctuated by the wet, smacking noises her folds make as you fuck her; the sound of skin hitting skin each time you slap against her ass. You pull at her hair, pull at her waist, tightening your grip as she screams for more.

"Harder! Harder please-Ah!" You cut her please short, to be replaced by a wail and a shrill cry of "Yes yes yes," repeated over and over.

Her arms pull at their restraints, her shoulders stretched taught and her back arches in pain. Heejin needs the leverage so very badly as her muscles lock and the orgasm courses through her. She cries, body convulsing with a mix of ecstasy and agony. It takes Heejin by surprise each time. It feels so good to watch her in her element.

So slippery and tight-throbbing. Cumming again. How many times, this little thing? You would be losing count if you tried to.

The heavy slaps on Heejin's soft cheeks elicit cries, but more than that: she pleads for harder fucking as her arms shake and the tension cuts into the flesh. Stain it pink.

"Fuck it hurts... f-feels so good!"

Tugging at the silvery strands, yanking her with every thrust, sinking all the way inside her and you're so very close now to filling up your little rope bunny. Heejin needs it. You need it.

You release it.

Thick and hot into her, Heejin cries, "Yes-fill me. Fuck... fill me. Fill my cute little-uh-c-cunt..."

Burying fingers into her flesh, you grunt as you keep fucking. No matter how difficult it is, you have to fuck every last drop into her-the rules apply to you both.

"God yes-don't stop," Heejin begs. "Fill my dirty hole please."

There's nothing left to release, but still, you force thrusts into her full cunt until your cock is completely spent and unable to bear anymore, you slowly pull yourself free. You stumble back and drop to your knees, exhausted, watching Heejin just float there. Naked, sweating, bruised, used and bound. Completely defiled, but thoroughly, wholly and completely happy.

She says something, but with the ringing still present in your ears you can't quite make it out.

You tilt your head quizzically. "What was that, Heejin? Speak up, I can't hear you."

Heejin has barely enough strength left in her to speak. "So good, master. Do it again. Please."

She's insatiable, in the best way. It's the bunny in her, that begs to be bred again and again and never lets the human inside her feel ashamed for being so incredibly aroused by it all. Lucky for you, there are still so many options left on the table, to explore. Breaking Heejin is a task not for the faint of heart-but oh it's so enjoyable.

It's the magic of springtime, perhaps.

You reach for another tool. Long, hard and made of glass. Slightly curved and ridged, and when you start sliding it into her pretty little pussy, Heejin's body immediately responds in kind, clenching onto the toy. The long, low moan of pleasure escapes her again, and once it is entirely sheathed, she gasps for breath, the tremors rumbling through her.

Around the glass spills all the cum you left inside her, and when you start to fuck her with it, the creamy white mess is dragged back out before being fucked back in. Each time, more of it spills out. It runs over her lips and to her legs. Some of it drips to the floor while some of it glides down her flesh in fat trails.

Her eyes screw tight in response, her sensitive cunt stretched and filled and plugged again. But you don't let the cries get the better of you. When that little lip begins to tremble, you bring your thumb to Heejin's hard little clit, and she groans and shifts, only able to make little, meaningless noises until finally, her thighs lock up, she gives in to a shudder and wave of release.

Never before have you met a girl who cums as easily as Heejin does, but it is undoubtedly a benefit to you. A beautiful sight. There are few things you enjoy more than the way she melts under your rough touch. You draw the toy back out and her narrow hips shudder. Her pussy leaks again. And you're only thinking about one thing: fucking her again.