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omg those lippie hcs have me reeling😵‍💫😵‍💫could you write something about blowing her after she comes back from work stressed?

ok i may have done this differently from what u wanted BUT only because i wanted to focus on baby boy lippie

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“can you believe that? we started preparing to film at 5 in the morning and now it’s…” she checks her phone, “2 am. insane,” she flopped onto the soft mattress of your bed almost immediately upon seeing it.

lip’s schedule was hectic at the moment. i mean, multiple music videos for an upcoming album, all the songs they have to record, multiple choreographies to learn, of course she was extremely busy. sometimes too busy to spend time with you, but you understood her reasoning. these days it was normal for you to wake up with her side of the bed cold and empty, but never without a cute note left on the nightstand next to your bed. this morning’s note said “headed to work early,,but day off tomorrow, what do you want to do?” accompanied by a smiley face next to it.

“my baby, you must be tired,” you laid next to her, propping yourself up with your elbow to get a good view of your girlfriend, all drowsy and eyelids feeling heavy. you brushed the baby hairs that have fallen on her forehead.

she weakly nodded against your touch, leaning closer towards you. how much she missed feeling this close to you, you’ll never know. lip turns to her side to face you. she wanted nothing more than to be all cuddled up with you again, so she wraps her arm around your hips.

suddenly you hear a small sound coming from her lips. instead of her hand being met with the soft fabric of your sleep shorts like she expected, all she feels is skin. that’s when she realized you only had panties on underneath her your oversized shirt.

“you big pervert!” you laughed at her reaction. the girl laying next to you was turning red, sleepiness starting to wear off already. she, however, kept her hand in place, fingers gliding on the soft skin just right below the curve of your ass. lip had that smile on her face that you found so annoying, she looked like a teenage boy who’s touching a girl for the first time. to be fair though, it has been a while since you’ve done anything.

lip chose to stay silent, wordlessly grabbing your neck to pull you in for a kiss. and you let her, she has been stressed after all. and you do feel like you needed to do something with the way you felt her getting excited.

lip would never admit this, but she does love when you take control like how you’re doing now. you lightly pushed her shoulder to lay her down then straddled her, your clothed crotches making contact. you were pressed up against her so deliciously, she could feel how warm it’s getting between your legs.

you held her face in your hands and leaned down to kiss her once more. you were so close to each other, you could feel the outline of her cock through her silk pajamas. she’s so hard already, you thought to yourself.

your right hand slid from her jaw all the way down in between her legs. to encourage you to carry on with your ministrations, she spreads her legs open wider to give you access, along with a quiet moan.

it’s so hot the way you feel her getting fully hard under your touch. it’s almost like she’s a fun little toy you can play with from how sensitive she is. you keep your hand in place, jerking her off while she grunts into your mouth, brows furrowed.

“wait, stop, babe stop,”

“what’s wrong? are you okay, did i hurt you?” panicked, you responded.

“sorry, it’s just that, i don’t think i’m gonna last if you keep doing that,” lip was ashamed. she was embarrassed that she had to tell you to stop just so she doesn’t bust quickly. she wanted to make sure she lasted long enough for you to cum before her. but you reassured her,

“shh, don’t worry about that, just let me take care of you. you’ve been working really hard lately, haven’t you, baby boy?”

the nickname makes her excited, you could tell by the way her cock twitched through her shorts. the woman could only avert her gaze from your eyes bashfully. you smiled at how she looks absolutely adorable every time she gets shy and her cheeks and ears turn equally red.

she sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching you do whatever you please with her. you wasted no time and gave the woman what she deserved. your hands on the waistband of her shorts made her sit up slightly to help you remove them, leaving her bottomless. her hard cock being exposed to the cold air in your room only made her grip the sheets beneath her. how cute, you think to yourself.

you hear her breath hitch when you give her a few pumps, before wrapping your mouth around the sensitive tip of her cock.

your lips are warm, it almost felt like lip was going to be lit on fire with how hot she feels. especially with the way your soft hands ever so slightly graze on her balls.

you, slowly but surely, try to take her whole length in. it’s just been so long, you don’t know if your throat’s still used to being opened up like this with how long she is. you still try your best though. each time you lowered your head in an attempt to take her whole length in, you felt your throat opening up wider and wider, only motivating you because you knew you were close to your goal.

you pulled away briefly to get air but before you could get back to work, lip cums without warning. not wanting to waste anything, you immediately laid her cock against your flat tongue, trying to take what you could get in your mouth.

lip could only throw her head back and whine as she cums hard, making a mess all over her lap, your face, and your sheets.

panting, she says, “oh fuck, i’m sorry,”

“hey, i told you it’s fine,”

“but you haven’t…”

“i’ll be fine, besides, you’re free tomorrow, right?”

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lynnsquared · 1 month

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Non-Negotiable

Paring: Irene x F! Reader Prompt: Your friend Karina, had a crazy suggestion for you to search for a sugar mommy to pay for your school tuition. CW: Minors DNI, mommy-kink, cunnilingus, double-ended toy, curse words

Wordcount: ~2.4k

a/n: happy Irene day ❤️

The rain spattered against the window of the cramped coffee shop, blurring the lights of passing cars. You sat hunched over your laptop, sifting through emails from financial aid offices and part-time job offers that seemed to only add insult to injury. As you sighed heavily, your friend Karina–ever the opportunist–leaned in with a mischievous grin.

"Y'know," she ventured casually, artfully swirling her latte, "there's always an alternative. A more... lucrative one."

"Like what?"

"Finding a 'sugar mommy' to help you out financially. You're attractive and smart, someone might be willing to pay for your tuition in exchange for some company."

You raised an eyebrow but couldn't entirely dismiss the idea. Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all.

Eager as ever, Karina pulled up a high-profile dating app nestled on her phone accompanying others known for pairing eager young adults with wealthy individuals looking for pleasant company. You were soon noticed by Bae Irene—not merely a well-off woman but a billionaire queen amongst moguls who had businesses spanning the globe under her powerful rein. Her aura was electric—a tech-savvy empress accustomed to having her whims met unquestioningly.

"Ms. Bae," you typed timidly, "I’m really grateful that you’ve considered me. Your magnanimity is beyond words.” You sent it off into digital oblivion and held your breath waiting for something in response.

“Call me Irene,” appeared suddenly on your screen accompanied by a little ‘ding’—her message standing confidently amidst countless other notifications “Your circumstances intrigue me. Let’s get together and discuss the specifics.”

“Specifics?” You pawed at your chin thoughtfully yet intrigued.

As you prepared for your meeting, you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were stepping into uncharted territory. You wondered what sort of woman Irene was, beyond her impressive business accolades. Was she kind or cruel? Would she see me as a charity case or a plaything? Either way, you knew that this might be your only shot at finishing school without drowning in debt.

“Eyes on the prize y/n,” you intoned under your breath as you fastened up your formal dress. “You've got this.”

The doors to Irene's penthouse suite opened to reveal a breathtaking world of opulence. The intoxicating fragrance of roses and expensive perfume filled the sanctuary of wealth. As you entered, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow across the city skyline. This mesmerizing scene illuminated the imposing figure of Bae Irene, standing as an unstoppable beacon of wealth and power amongst the shimmering glass structures.

Her captivating hazel eyes held an air of authority, framed by lush lashes that dared you to look away. The divine femininity reflected in her curvaceous figure was a testament to her relentless determination and prowess. "Welcome y/n," Irene purred, her voice smooth as silk. She extended her manicured hand towards you with a knowing smile. "So, you're here to discuss our arrangement?"

"Y-yes, Ms. Bae...I mean, Irene," you stammered, trying to maintain your composure in front of this overwhelming woman. "I can't thank you enough for considering helping me."

"Of course y/n," she replied with a cool scan of you from head to toe. "But, as you know, nothing in this world is free. I am willing to support your financial needs provided you meet certain...conditions." With that, she presented a contract for your review.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you asked hesitantly about these conditions. "Your time, your company, and your intimacy," was her straight-forward reply, her gaze never leaving yours. "In exchange for my generosity, you will submit to me. Do we have an agreement y/n?"

As Irene's red-lacquered nails traced feather-light circles on your bare knee, she explained further. "This is non-negotiable, darling," she murmured breathily into your ear before continuing with a soft yet steely command: "Stop overthinking, just feel."

You sunk into her touch, her intoxicating scent of jasmine and sandalwood surrounding you. As she leaned in closer, the soft silk of her dress brushed against your skin, and her possessive gaze weighed heavily on you. At that moment, there was no denying your desire for her.

With trembling fingers, you signed the contract. It was done—you were now bound to Irene in every sense. Your acceptance earned a slow predatory smile that made your heart hammer in your chest. "Good girl," she murmured, rewarding your submission with a searing kiss.

"Trust me, you won't regret this y/n," she promised as her hands and lips marked their territory with an insatiable hunger. The thrill of entwining your fate with this enigma sent your heart pounding in a fusion of fear and desire. As the reality of your decision settled in, however, you found yourself not yearning for escape, but rather, sinking further into the intriguing depths of Irene's world.

The elevator doors swept open with a dramatic flair, revealing Irene's jaw-dropping, luxurious penthouse suite. Your breath was stolen away from you as you stepped into a world of unbridled decadence and unparalleled privilege. The grandiose living area dazzled with an explosion of opulent chandeliers casting a golden, buttery light onto the gleaming marble floors. Windows stretching from floor to ceiling offered an absolutely breathtaking view of the city skyline, illuminated by billions upon billions of twinkling lights that made the stars themselves seem dull in comparison.

"Welcome to my humble abode y/n," she purred, her voice dripping with ironic wit.

Aware of the extraordinary opulence that accentuated her immense wealth and superior status, Irene led you into the master bedroom, and your pulse raced with anticipation.

The room was a sensual masterpiece—silken sheets danced across an enormous bed while soft candlelight cast alluring shadows onto walls. A tantalizing scent of rose and jasmine filled the air, teasing your senses and intensifying your arousal.

“Come here and undress me,” Irene commanded with her captivating, mesmerizing hazel eyes piercing into your soul.

Your fingers quivered slightly as you complied, carefully unfastening buttons and zippers until each piece of her designer clothing fell away. Finally, she stood before you in all her divine glory—full breasts, luscious curves, and an aura of raw sexuality that left you weak in the knees.

Satisfied with your obedience, Irene instructed you to undress yourself in her sultry tone. As each article of your clothing fell to the floor under her watchful gaze, a sense of vulnerability mixed with exhilaration. You stood exposed before the woman who had single-handedly conquered the market—and now she held dominion over you.

"Now, come to mommy" she beckoned seductively from where she reclined on the bed. "I want to taste you."

As your heart pounded against your chest, you crawled onto the bed beside her like a willing sacrifice. Irene's skilled fingers trailed across your lithe body—teasing, stroking, circling around sensitive spots—while her expert touch coaxed moans from between your lips.

"Let go y/n," she murmured encouragingly as she guided your hips downward onto her waiting mouth. "Trust your mistress."

You surrendered entirely to Irene's touch as the world dissolved around you, leaving only the electric connection between your bodies. As she licked and sucked, exploring you intimately, it was as if every nerve ending within you was set alight with pleasure.

"Wait," Irene suddenly instructed, pulling away with a wicked grin. "I have something special for us."

She retrieved a double-ended toy from a bedside drawer, its silver length reflecting the flickering candlelight. "This is going to feel amazing," she promised, her eyes full of lust.

"Please mommy," you whispered breathlessly, entranced by her commanding presence. "Show me."

Irene wasted no time positioning the toy, sliding one end inside herself and guiding the other end into you. As she began to move, setting a steady rhythm that left you both panting and moaning in unison, the sensation of being filled to the brink with her was indescribable. You could feel her tight muscles gripping the toy with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both your bodies.

"O-oh God, Irene," you gasped, reaching down between your legs to feel the toy sliding in and out of you. "You-u feel so-o good m-mommy."

"Mmmh, you feel even better," she responded, grinding faster now, her breath coming in short sharp bursts. "Tell me how it feels."

"Too g-good," you groaned, arching your back as she hit your sweet spot again and again. "F-Fuck, mommy, ple-ase don't stop-p."

Irene's hips snapped into a frenzy, driving the toy deeper inside you with each powerful thrust. Your walls clenched around the toy, milking it for every last drop of pleasure as you both lost yourselves in the heat of the moment.

"I'm-m close," Irene panted, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she tried to hold on. "Come with me darling."

"F-Fuck, I'm com-ing mommy," you moaned, your muscles tense as you reached your peak. "Irene, Irene, Irene!"

The world around you faded away as you surrendered to the pleasure, your body shuddering with each orgasmic pulse that wracked your frame. Irene followed soon after, her body going limp against yours as she gave in to her own release—both your juices slowly seeping out of your swollen folds, a ring of sticky cum outlining the toy as it stays embedded inside your cores.

Breathless and spent, you collapsed onto the bed, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction washing over you. You turned to gaze at Irene, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with each breath.

Catching your breath together, she leaned in to kiss you passionately, her tongue dancing with yours in a tender yet fierce embrace as she pulled away the double-ended toy from your entwined bodies.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the intensity of it all. "For showing me."

Your heart pounded in your chest as Irene, her skin still sweaty from minutes earlier, guided you down onto the plush carpet of her penthouse suite. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over her perfect body as she settled on her back, propped up by an array of velvet cushions that seemed to cradle her like a queen on her throne.

"We’re not done yet sweetie," she purred, spreading her legs wide open for you. Unable to help yourself, you licked your lips at the sight of her swollen clit and glistening folds temptingly displayed before you. Her hazel eyes locked onto yours in a daring challenge.

"Tell me what you want mommy," you demanded quietly, seeking guidance even now.

"Use your mouth," she commanded, fingers threading through your hair pulling roughly and firmly pulling closer.

As your lips met her slick folds, tasting arousal gave a thrill of satisfaction at the pleased moan escaping her lips. Providing pleasure to this powerful woman who had graciously allowed you into her existence of decadence and desire gave you a sense of accomplishment.

"More," she breathed urgently. Obediently swirling your tongue around her engorged clit while one hand parted her labia, you took two fingers and slowly slid them inside her inviting heat—eliciting a gasp from Irene, and you took it as encouragement to delve deeper.

"Yesss," she hissed, her grip tightening in your disheveled hair as her hips rose to meet your eager mouth and fingers. As you continued to suck on her clit and pump your digits in and out of her velvety warmth, you were acutely aware of the power she held—not just over you but over herself. Even in this vulnerable moment, she was firmly in control, guiding with subtle movements and whispered directives.

"Fuck, right there," she urged as you curled your fingers to abuse that sweet spot inside her, her breathing coming in ragged pants. "D-don't stop y/n."

With a final, expert flick of your tongue and strokes of your fingers, you sent her spiraling over the edge, her body trembled and arched off the bed as she rode the waves of pleasure you had coaxed from her. The sight was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having brought this indomitable woman to such ecstasy.

"Come here y/n," she murmured, pulling you up to lie beside her as she caught her breath. You curled into her side, your fingers traced idle patterns on her damp skin, feeling the sticky heat of her body against yours.

"Thank you for indulging me darling," she whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. It was a simple gesture but carried the weight of her gratitude and recognition of the pleasure you had given her.

"Anything for you," you replied, words slipped out before you could even think about them. But in that moment, they rang true—there was nothing you wouldn't do for Irene, this enigmatic woman who had turned your world upside down and shown you the tantalizing possibility of a life lived on the edge of desire and risk as a sugar baby.

In the soft candlelight, her hazel eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets as she gazed at you with a mixture of appreciation and something deeper, something you dared not name just yet. And as you lay there, tangled together in the luxurious sanctuary of her penthouse suite, you couldn't help but wonder what other exhilarating experiences waited to be discovered—each one bound by the irresistible thread of consent and mutual gratification.

"Ready for more y/n?" she questioned, a wicked glint in her eyes promising untold delights.

"Always mommy," you answered, sealing your fate as you surrendered once more to the irresistible pull of Irene's carnal desire.

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