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anxiouscherubs · 2 months ago

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sunday morning

𖤓 summary: the one where you wake up too soon from a wet dream and your boyfriend is there to help you... relieve the tension. 𖤓 warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, established relationship, some degradation, bdsm dynamics, yeo is a bit of a mean dom!! you've been warned!!, use of the color system, some choking, fingering, spanking, lovebites, oral sex (f receiving), edging, unprotected sex (don't do that), yes there's aftercare im not a monster 𖤓 dom!yeosang x fem!sub!reader 𖤓 author's note: i know i said i would post this by the end of march but wedding planning and school and work are consuming my life!!!!! finished this with a literal ear infection bc i NEEDED to put it out into the universe lol. this was originally inspired by the fact that yeosang uses the replica lazy sunday morning fragrance and quickly spiraled into depravity. yeosang wrecks me every day of my life and i KNOW he gets nasty. he's too quiet to be anything other than a dom, sorry! this is also my first time writing a relationship with bdsm dynamics so please feel free to leave (constructive and kind) feedback! 𖤓 word count: 5.9k 𖤓 read it on ao3 here

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“Sangie, please” you moan into your boyfriend’s neck, his cock plunging in and out of you at a relentless pace.

“What is it, pretty girl?” he teases, his fingers finding your clit, circling the sensitive bud to match the pace of his thrusts.

”I’m so close, baby, fuck,” your hands tangle in his dark hair as you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to your neck. He licks a firm stripe from your collarbone to right below your ear, never slowing his hips.

“Come on then, baby, fall apart around my cock,” he growls into your ear.

The pleasure settles in your core, hot and heavy, building and building as your bodies move in sync. He hits that soft spot inside of you, and you cry out, his name falling off your lips over and over like a mantra.

“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, “fuck, I’m gonna —“

A loud crash startles you from your sleep, pulling you from your delicious dream. The soft morning light creeps through the blinds of your shared bedroom, casting gentle stripes across your duvet. The city outside is still quiet as you try to shake the heat from your system, Yeosang’s cold empty side of the bed helping bring you back to reality. You let out a slow breath, stretching your tired muscles, trying to jumpstart your body, ignoring the wetness that had begun to pool in your sleep shorts thanks to your subconscious. You roll over to face your nightstand, squinting at the clock — 9:15 AM. Yeosang always wakes up earlier than you, and sleeping this late is out of the question, unless he’s on his deathbed with a cold.

You untangle from the sheets, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed to stretch, letting your feet rest on the sun-warmed wooden floor. The morning light shines bright through your window, the warmth melting into your skin. You hear rustling in the kitchen, and realize the sound that startled you awake must have something to do with your boyfriend making you both breakfast, like he does every Sunday.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you throw a fuzzy cardigan over the tank top you slept in, to match your shorts. Yeosang always gifts you sets of loungewear, because he knows how happy it makes you to laze around the house in something cute. You make your way down the hallway, the warm smell of cinnamon and vanilla wafting around you the closer you get to the kitchen. You round the corner to see your boyfriend bent over the sink, washing dishes from last night’s dinner. A fresh pan of cinnamon rolls sits on the counter next to him. Your favorite.

“Good morning, Sangie,” you softly say from the doorway, so as not to startle him. He peaks over his shoulder at you briefly before turning the water off, a breathtaking smile consuming his features. His gray sweatpants hug his slender hips, and the tight black tank top he’s sporting gives you an unobstructed view of his broad shoulders and strong arms. God, he looks good.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he coos, his deep voice still raspy from sleep. He quickly dries his hands on a dish towel before discarding it on the counter and making his way over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a warm hug, his familiar scent enveloping you. His fingers rub absentminded circles on your skin as he holds you, his hot touch reminding you what you were dreaming about before you were jolted from your sleep. You feel your cheeks warm, thinking about how, in your mind, he was inside of you moments ago.

“Did I wake you? I tried to wash everything quietly, but the pan we used last night slipped and I banged it on the counter,” he kisses your forehead, the lingering warmth of his breath working you up even more.

“It’s okay, baby,” you pull back to kiss his nose, trying to shake the heat from your body. “I needed to get up anyway. I missed you.” You wonder if he can tell how hot and bothered you are. He knows your body like the back of his hand, and when you’re needy, he picks up on it right away.

“Yeah? Were you dreaming about me?” He squeezes your hips before releasing you, picking the dish towel up and walking back to the sink to hang it up.

“No,” you blush, sensing he already knows the answer. He chuckles darkly, leaning back on the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“If those pretty little moans I heard coming from our bedroom are any indication, I’m gonna have to call you a liar, baby,” he smirks at you as your soft smile falls from your face. “Wanna try to answer truthfully this time?” The tone of his voice has shifted from the sweet, doting boyfriend he was moments ago, the version of him you only see in the bedroom starting to crack through the surface.

“Y-Yeo, I—“ you stumble over your words. Of course you gave yourself away, how embarrassing. Your face feels like it’s on fire.

“What was I doing, hm?” Yeosang prowls toward you slowly, a strand of his dark hair floating down onto his forehead. “Tasting you? Fingering you? Fucking you?” He stops in his tracks, waiting for your answer.

The words coming out of his mouth have your mind reeling, a pit of pleasure settling in your belly. You let your cardigan fall from your shoulder, suddenly aware of how his hungry eyes are raking over your body.

“Fucking me,” you barely recognize the sound of your voice, breathless and desperate, “you were fucking me,”

“Mmm,” his deep voice sounds like honey, “and how was it, hm? Did I let you come?” He creeps closer to you, only a few steps away.

“I-I woke up, before I could,” you start, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Oh, jagiya,” he finally closes the distance between the two of you, slowly wrapping one arm around your body, his hand snaking down to cup your ass. “You must be so pent up, my love.” His other hand comes up to your neck, brushing your hair away to ghost his lips over your bare shoulder. He trails featherlight kisses up your shoulder, to your neck, settling right by your ear. “Do you want me to help you with that?” His deep voice whispering over your sensitive skin… he knows what that does to you.

You’re nodding before your voice catches up. “Yes, Sangie, please,” you whisper, bracing yourself on Yeosang’s shoulders as he nips at your neck. He nods at your pleading, willing as always to take care of you.

“Should I bring you to bed, or take you here first?” He bites down on your shoulder, growling into your skin.

You whimper at the sensation, “now, Yeo please, I need you to touch me now,” your hands float up to his hair, lacing through his dark locks.

“Mm,” he tuts, “what if I want to do both?” He pulls away from you to look into your eyes, pupils blown wide with desire. He brings a hand to your chin, thumbing your bottom lip. You open your mouth for him instinctively, and he hooks his thumb on your bottom teeth, tilting your head up at him. “Why don’t I make you come once here, and then I’ll take you to bed and fuck you back to sleep.”

You nod as you close your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around it, drawing a deep groan up his throat.

He moves quickly, popping his thumb out of your mouth to plant his hands on your hips. The room around you spins, and suddenly your back is pressed up against him. He wraps an arm around your stomach and brings his other hand to your throat, caging you in his grip. You feel his hardness pressing into your ass as he rolls his hips into you. You whimper, leaning into him, chasing every little touch he’s willing to give you.

“What does my baby want?” He whispers in your ear, tightening his hand on your throat and sliding his other down to ghost his fingers under the band of your shorts, “should I bend you over the counter and have you come around my fingers? Or should I put you on the counter and fuck you with my tongue?” He squeezes the sides of your neck gently, just enough to make your head spin.

“F-fingers,” you choke out, rolling your ass over him.

He shoves you forward, into the counter, the hard marble digging into your hips as he moves his hand from your stomach to the middle of your back to push your torso over the countertop. You brace yourself, planting your hands on either side of your head, and he releases your throat to grip your hair, tipping your head to the side and squishing your cheek into the cold surface.

“Don’t tell me you’re so fucking cock hungry that you forgot your manners,” he scolds you, ripping your sleep shorts down with one hand and smacking your ass with a loud crack.

“Ah-! Fuck,” you cry out, the pain warming you from the inside out, a rush of arousal flooding your center. “Please, I want your fingers Sangie, please,”

”Good fucking girl,” he coos, “and no panties, huh?” He pulls his hands from you and takes a step back, leaving you bent over the counter with an angry red handprint blooming on your naked ass. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this, fucking hell,” he runs a hand through his hair as he admires you.

You know he’s teasing you by not touching you right away, so you take it upon yourself to kick your shorts to the side and prop one shaking leg up on the counter, presenting yourself to him.

“Mmm, you’re practically dripping, jagi,” he zeroes in on your center, “you must’ve been really close in that little dream of yours, hm?”

Before you can formulate a snarky reply, he’s behind you, plunging two fingers deep inside of you, using his free hand to grip your hip and hold you in place. You stammer out a curse at the sensation, your mouth hanging open against the cold countertop as he stretches you out. He immediately finds that tender spot inside of you, pressing the pads of his fingers against it over and over and over.

“Yeo, oh my god,” you whimper, that familiar pit of warmth settling in your stomach.

“Already squeezing around my fingers like you’re gonna come? I’ve barely touched you,” he teases you, his mean, dominant facade slipping into place.

“F-feels so good Sangie, can’t help it, mmhn,” you’re practically drooling on the counter as he pistons his fingers in and out, reaching deep inside of you.

He pulls his fingers from your center, bringing his hand down hard on your ass again. You cry out against the marble, tears blurring your vision as his fingers find your swollen clit. Your knee almost buckles underneath you as he expertly swirls around it, so familiar with your body, but he holds you up with a firm hand on your hip.

“You wanna come, baby? Hm?” He quickens his pace, dipping his fingers inside of you to gather more of your arousal.

“Yes, please,” you whimper.

“Then come.” He almost sounds bored as he applies just the right amount of pressure to make you crumble in his hold, holding you steady as your body shakes.

“T-thank you,” you cry out, your climax washing over you, wiping out all your strength.

“So good for me,” Yeosang whispers, holding you in place, letting your body go limp over the countertop. He rubs both thumbs into the small of your back, letting you come down for a few quiet beats before bringing you back to the moment.

“Color?” He quietly asks, the tone of his voice softening for a moment as he turns his attention to your hips, softly massaging your joints.

“Green, very much green,” you sigh between breaths.

“Then come on, pretty girl,” he growls from behind you, pulling his hands from your body and taking a few slow steps backwards, “you want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

You push yourself up on the counter, slowly lowering your trembling leg to the floor.

“Yes, please Yeo,” you turn to face him, leaning back on the sturdy surface behind you, your brain still fuzzy and your hearing a bit muffled. His fingers are glistening with your arousal, the outline of his cock pressing against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Your core pulses at the sight.

“Then let’s go,” he beckons you, taking a few more steps backwards toward your shared bedroom, fire simmering behind his eyes.

You follow his lead, your unsteady legs carrying you a few steps before your boyfriend raises a hand up to stop you.

“Nuh-uh,” he scolds you, shaking his head.

You tilt your head at him in question, the teasing lilt in his voice making you dizzy as you realize what you’re in for. So he’s in this kind of mood.

“Crawl.”

Dropping to your knees without a second thought, a gasp leaves your lips as you hit the floor, the deep growl in his command making your body react instantly.

“Good girl.“ His cock twitches in his sweatpants. “Now, you can follow me.” He smirks at you as you lower your hands to the floor, and you feel thankful that the warm sun flooding through your kitchen windows has heated the floorboards.

You keep your eyes locked on his while you follow him on all fours, making sure to exaggerate the sway of your hips and the arch of your back as you crawl.

“Well, don’t you look so pretty on your hands and knees for me, hm? Obedient little slut.”

Heat spreads across your cheeks at the emphasis on his last word, knowing he’s only saying it because he knows how much you love it.

He walks backwards the whole way to your shared bedroom, power radiating from him in the way he carries himself, his dark eyes trained on you as you crawl for him. His mouth hangs open as he watches you, and you can tell he’s testing his own self control. You follow him over the threshold, watching him as the backs of his knees hit the mattress, dropping down onto the edge of your bed. He spreads his legs wide, leaning back as he tilts his head to the side while he contemplates his next move.

“Come,” he pats the mattress between his thighs, and you crawl forward to the edge of the bed, kneeling between his legs, looking up at him through your lashes. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping your head back.

“As much as I’d love to have you falling apart around my cock in the next few minutes, I haven’t gotten a taste of you yet.”

“O-oh,” his words warm your center, the way he’s looking down at you only making you feel more desperate for his touch.

“Normally I’d make you earn it, but after listening to your slutty fucking moans all morning I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he wraps his hand around your throat again, squeezing firmly before guiding you up to your feet, standing along with you. He flicks at the shoulder of your cardigan with his free hand. “Off,” he demands. You shimmy out of it instantly, letting it drop to the floor and pool around your feet.

“Give me your color,” he whispers, his grip on your throat loosening.

“Still very green, my love,” you smirk at him as he nods, squeezing tighter again.

“So pretty with my hand around your neck,” he praises you, your head spinning as you work to inhale. “I can’t, fuck,” he lets his resolve crack, crashing his lips into yours.

He kisses you hard, fingers carding through your hair as he parts your lips with his tongue. “I’ll take my time with you later,” he mumbles against your mouth, swiping his tongue over yours. You kiss each other like you’ve been apart for weeks; desperate pawing, panting, whining.

“Lay down,” he orders you, groaning at the string of saliva connecting your mouths as he pulls away from you. He holds your waist as he spins the both of you around, putting you at the foot of the bed before pushing you onto the mattress. You catch yourself on your elbows, scooting back as he crawls on top of you, sloppily kissing you the whole way, moving together until you’re settled in the pillows against the headboard.

He kisses you from your lips, up to the hinge of your jaw, down the column of your neck. You lay back against the pillows, so familiar with the way he loves to map your body with his mouth. He spreads your legs with his knees, splaying you open wide for him, your bare cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden exposure.

He kisses down to your chest as his hands run up your thighs, bypassing your aching core to run up your stomach, one hand dipping beneath your tank top to palm your breast. You gasp at the sensation of his calloused hand kneading your supple flesh, a whine escaping as he runs a thumb over your nipple. He pulls your tank top up with his free hand, exposing your breasts to the cool air.

“Sangie,” you thread your fingers through his hair as he kisses down the valley between your breasts, tightening your grip when he catches one of your nipples between his teeth. “Fuck,” you whisper, looking down at him as he flicks his tongue over it. His eyes meet yours briefly before they roll back as he sucks your nipple into his mouth.

“Baby,” you whine, the feeling of his mouth on you making your head spin. “I need you,”

“Mhm,” his mouth pops off of you briefly before his teeth graze over the top of one of your breasts, the sensation dissolving into pleasurable pain as he bites down.

“Ah!” You yelp as his teeth scrape over your skin, panting as he soothes the bite with his tongue, sucking with the intention to leave a mark.

“You forgot your manners again, pretty girl,” he bites you again, on your stomach this time, and you glance down to see the first mark blooming with shades of red and purple as he paints another.

“Fuck, I—“ your voice catches in your throat at the third bite, lower on your stomach, inching closer to where you need him. ”Please Yeo, I need it,”

“Need what, hm? Use your words,” the next bite is harder than the last, and it has you squirming, desperately pushing your hips into him as his teeth dig into the inside of your thigh.

“Your mouth, please, please,” you rock your hips against nothing, your boyfriend keeping his distance to encourage more of your delicious whining.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, my little whore,” he spreads your legs wide, fingers splayed across the insides of your thighs. He watches your cunt clench at the word, smirking to himself before spitting directly on your heat.

“Oh,” you feel his warm saliva slide from your clit to your entrance, the sensation making you squirm underneath him. “Sangie, please,”

“Mhm,” he finally settles between your legs, threading his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to his waiting mouth.

He licks the blooming purple bite on your thigh, trailing wet kisses up, closer and closer, pressing one last kiss before finally spreading you open with his tongue. Your back arches instantly, leaning into his mouth. He licks you from your entrance up to your clit, groaning at the taste of you.

“Fuck,” you whine, gripping his hair, holding him against you. He laps at you, flicking the firm point of his tongue over your swollen clit over and over.

“Mmm,” he growls against you, the vibrations drawing a whimper up your throat. He eats you like a man starved, as he always does, digging his fingers into your hips and caging you in against his mouth.

“So good, Sangie, ah–” you yelp as his teeth scrape against your clit, a low chuckle vibrating through you at your reaction. He sucks your sensitive bud into his mouth, one hand loosening its grip on your hip to weave around to your throbbing entrance.

You feel two fingers inching up the inside of your thigh, the light touch prickling goosebumps across your skin. The moment you look down at him, he pops his mouth off of you, briefly sucking his fingers into his mouth, your arousal shining on his chin. His dark eyes don’t leave yours as he guides his fingers to your center, teasingly running them through your wetness before plunging them deep inside you.

“Ah!” You cry out at the sudden sensation, deep arousal coursing through your body as you watch your boyfriend rut against the mattress in time with the thrust of his fingers. He finds that tender spot inside of you easily, hitting it with each pump.

“So tight, are you sure you’ll be able to take me? Hm?” He scissors his fingers inside of you, the sound of how wet you are making his cock twitch in his sweatpants. “Gonna stretch you open so I can stuff you fucking full,” you whine at his words, his dirty mouth driving you mad. “My pretty little cocksleeve, made for me,”

“I can take you,” you nod, watching him add a third finger, the stretch stinging at first but quickly dissolving into pleasure. “I can, I can,” you repeat, “m-made for you Sangie, I was–” your words evaporate into thin air as he sucks your clit into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over and over.

You feel your orgasm quickly approaching, warmth rushing to your center. You roll your hips on his mouth, holding him against you, hoping he’ll let you get there. He must sense you trying to take control, slowing his fingers slightly. Feeling your orgasm fading away, you whine, struggling to push your hips harder onto his fingers. He chuckles against you before pulling away completely.

“Fuck!” You cry out in frustration, “what the fuck,”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” he scolds you, pushing up onto his knees between your legs, a dark patch spreading on his sweatpants where the head of his leaking cock presses against the fabric. “Trying to come without my permission, and you think you can speak to me like that?” You feel your cheeks reddening as you realize what you did, your eyes widening at the hard set of his jaw. He’s pissed. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, tilting his head to one side until his neck cracks.

“Flip over.”

You’re frozen, propped up on your elbows staring at him, mouth hanging open. “W-what? I–”

“Did I stutter? Flip the fuck over. Ass up. Now.”

You scramble to roll onto your stomach, pushing up onto your hands and knees. “I didn’t mean to, Yeo, I’m s-sorry,” your cunt is throbbing in anticipation as you spread your thighs wide, dropping onto your elbows just how you know he wants you.

“I’m sure you didn’t, greedy girl,” you hear shuffling behind you, feeling him getting closer to you, but not yet touching you. “How many, hm? Five?” You feel fingers ghosting across the middle of your back, trailing slowly down your spine. “Ten?” You shiver, knowing you can take ten but desperately wanting him inside of you sooner than that.

“You’re lucky my cock is fucking aching right now or I’d do fifteen,” he growls, “how about five, hm?” His hand glides over the swell of your ass, and you have to stop yourself from leaning into his touch.

“Five,” you confirm, settling into the pillows beneath you.

“Five it is.” His hand disappears and your breath hitches in your throat. “Count.” A crack rings through the room as he spanks you hard, the warmth of the sting rushing straight to your core.

“One,” you cry out, breath heaving.

“Good.” Another spank, a little harder than the last.

“Two,” your pussy clenches at the burn, and you can already feel the skin of your ass turning red.

He doesn’t warn you before spanking you a third time, but he lets his hand linger to soothe your angry skin for a moment.

“Three,”

Another.

“Four,” your voice cracks, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Color?” Your boyfriend asks from behind you, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Green, I can do it, one more,” your words rush out, wanting to let him know you’re okay.

“One more,” he confirms, bringing his hand down one last time, keeping it there to massage your sore skin.

“Five,” you sob into the pillow, finally leaning into his touch, letting him guide your hips down to the mattress.

“You did so well, pretty,” he leans over you, kissing you behind your ear as he brushes your hair to the side. “My good girl,”

“Please, baby, I want you,” each hard smack on your ass only made you more and more desperate for your boyfriend. You know he wants to take care of you, check in, make sure you’re okay, but you need him badly. You roll over onto your back, and he hovers over you, only softness and concern in his eyes now. You open your legs, pulling him between them, his hardness resting against your core through his sweatpants.

“I’m okay, please Sangie,” you reach for him, cupping his cheek in your palm, wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, tugging him closer.

“Jagi,” he whispers, “are you sure?” He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger a moment before pulling back to look at you.

“Mhm,” you nod, your hand trailing down to the hem of his tank top. He lets you pull it up slightly before helping you take it off completely. His skin glows under the sunlight streaming through your windows, casting gentle shadows to emphasize each one of his muscles. You pull your own top off over your head too, fully bare for him. You roll your hips against his clothed cock, drawing a groan up his throat.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he drinks you in, admiring your soft form. All dominance has faded from his mannerisms, loving and sheer want taking over.

“Kiss me,” you reach for him, and he meets you halfway to press his lips to yours. His need for you takes over, and he licks into your mouth as he rushes to pull his sweatpants and boxer briefs down. His length bumps against your heat, Yeosang hissing at the feeling, rocking against you as he kicks his pants off completely.

He breaks the kiss to kneel between your legs, fisting his angry, leaking cock. He pumps himself twice as he adjusts his positioning, running the tip of his cock through your arousal. “Ready?” He asks, nudging at your aching entrance.

You nod, reaching for him. He leans over you, letting out a shuddering breath as he pushes into you, filling you in one swift thrust. You moan at the feeling, the sound swallowed by his mouth against yours. He pulls out to the tip as he glides his tongue over your bottom lip, then slams into you.

“Shit,” you mumble against his lips, licking into his mouth. He meets your kisses hungrily, tangling his tongue with yours as he moves his hips, slowly at first, then pumping into you with a slow and steady rhythm.

You wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back as he picks up the pace, hitting deeper with each thrust, but not quite deep enough.

“Harder, Yeo,” you break the kiss to ask, “need you deeper,”

He chuckles darkly, knowing just how to get the angle you need. He straightens, staying inside of you as he lifts your hips with ease, keeping you suspended in a solid grip as he guides your hips to meet his thrusts, instantly hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck, yes,” you cry out, letting him masterfully handle your body, bumping against that sensitive spot over and over.

“So pretty taking my cock,” he praises you, fucking into you impossibly hard, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. “I love you so fucking much, my good girl,”

“I love you,” you pant, getting closer and closer to the edge as he fucks into you, but you want to take care of him first. “W-wanna ride you, Sangie,” he slows down at your proposal.

“You sure?” He knows your body must be spent, but you’re determined.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you whine, “please?”

“I can’t say no to those eyes,” he grins.

He pulls out of you to roll you on top of him, easily maneuvering your body until you’re straddling him, his head nestled in the pillows. He lays back, eyes twinkling as he waits for you to take over.

You reach for his cock, wrapping your fingers around it, his eyes rolling back as you slowly pump him. “Mm,” he moans at the feeling, resting his hands on your thighs as you adjust to line him up with your entrance. His fingers dig into your thighs as you slowly lower yourself onto him, gasping as your clit grazes his skin once he’s fully seated inside of you.

“Fuck, jagiya,” he runs his hands up your thighs and around your hips to hold you still for a moment. “Be gentle with me, I don’t want this to be over too soon,” he chuckles.

“We have all day, baby,” you lift your hips slightly despite his firm grip on you, but he doesn’t stop you. You drop back down, drawing another beautiful moan from his lips. His grip loosens as he gives in to you, and you start bouncing your hips, his cock reaching deep inside you. You plant your hands in the middle of his chest as you find your rhythm.

He watches you with lidded eyes, his jaw hanging open as you take what you need. He reaches a hand up to palm your breast, your head falling back as he thumbs your nipple. It doesn’t take long for your climax to start building, his thumb on your nipple and your clit rocking against him bringing you right back to the precipice.

You know he’s close too, his breathing turning shallow and his grip tightening on your hips.

“Come here,” he wraps a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss him.

The new angle gives him space to plant his feet on the mattress and roll his hips up into you, matching your rhythm.

“Need to fill you up,” he pants,

“Yes, please,” you squeeze around him, feeling him twitch inside of you. Warmth spreads throughout your body as you inch closer and closer to release, each rock of your clit against him pushing you there.

“Come with me,” he commands you, your body tensing in his grasp as it washes over you. He fucks up into you twice more before he stills, spilling hot inside of you, groaning into your mouth. He lowers his hips slowly, guiding yours with him, staying inside of you, letting you collapse against his chest.

You both struggle to catch your breath, holding each other close while you come down. He strokes your hair, and you let your eyes flutter closed at the feeling, listening to the slowing beat of his heart.

“Wanna get more comfortable?” He asks, and you laugh, suddenly aware of how sore your hips are feeling, and the stinging lingering on your ass from your earlier punishments.

“Mhm,” you let him lift you off of him, guiding your pliant form onto your bed. He rolls you onto your belly, settling behind you to massage your hips. He rubs gentle circles into your skin, the soreness and tension in your tired muscles melting away under his skilled hands.

“I’ll be right back, my love,” he softly says as he hops up to wiggle back into his sweatpants, “I want to get something to clean you up, I’ll just be a minute.” He kisses your forehead before padding out of the room. You stretch your tired limbs, listening to the rustling and sounds of running water from down the hallway.

A moment later, Yeosang comes back into the room, his arms full of various things for you. He plugs in your heating pad, letting it warm up as he wipes his release from your inner thighs with a warm towel. You watch him as he bustles around the room, setting water and Tylenol on your nightstand and fluffing up your pillow for you. He grabs you a clean pair of underwear and one of your big sleep shirts, gently helping you dress, peppering you with kisses all the while.

You snuggle up facing his side of the bed, letting him cover you with a blanket and lay your heating pad over your lower back. He finally slides under the blanket with you, and you lay your head on his chest, throwing one leg over him, effectively caging him in. He chuckles at your clinginess.

“How’re you feeling?” He whispers, peppering kisses along your hairline.

“Perfect,” you nuzzle into him, and he rests his chin on top of your head.

“That wasn’t too much?”

“Of course not,” you assure him. “If it was, I would’ve told you to stop.”

He nods, accepting your response, wrapping an arm around your waist. You lay together in comfortable silence for a moment. You feel yourself starting to drift off, until his voice cuts through.

“Baby?” Yeosang says, a note of hesitance in his tone.

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispers, squeezing your waist.

“Of course,” you respond, rubbing a finger over a freckle on his chest.

“I dropped that pan on purpose.” You can hear the smile in his voice as he confesses to you.

“Kang Yeosang!” You scold him through your laughter, lightly smacking his chest. You prop yourself up to look at him, and he sheepishly smiles back at you.

“Sorry!” He apologizes half-heartedly, “I didn’t want you having all the fun without me.”

“Well next time,” you inch closer to him, “why don’t you wake me up with your mouth instead,” you brush your lips over his as his arm tightens around your waist.

”You don’t have to ask me twice,” he kicks the blanket off of you to roll you onto your back, crawling on top of you, swallowing your giddy giggles as he kisses you. He spreads your legs with his knees, dropping gentle kisses down your jawline. You quickly pull your heating pad out from under you and toss it on the floor.

“Quick,” he whispers, “pretend to be asleep.” You close your eyes as he slides down your body, settling between your legs once again, and you realize you’ll definitely be in bed for the rest of the day.

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marblehazel · 6 months ago

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Sitter

dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Part One | Part Two: Deeper

You’re spending spring break alone at home while your father is five thousand miles away when all of sudden, you fall sick. Enter Joel Miller: your father’s buddy, sent by him to check on you.

Tags: Explicit MDNI, no outbreak, age gap, no mother in the picture but your father has a named girlfriend (sorry), no bra household, dry humping, footjob while watching SpongeBob, oral (m and f receiving)

Word count: 6.8k

“Dad,” your voice is hoarse like it has just come out from a dying goose, and you spend the next five seconds trying to clear your throat.

“So like, I’m… sick, kinda, but it’s not really bad, so—” A train of coughs that feels like they are going to tear your lungs apart. “—sorry about that. It’s nothing. Don’t worry too much, don’t even think about it. I just wanted to let you know.” Another coughing fit. “Okay. Have fun, I love you.”

You click your phone screen and let the voicemail find its way to your father’s ancient block of telecommunication. It’s 11 p.m. for you, 5 a.m. in Tuscany, you calculate with your fingers. You might be wrong. Either way, your father is probably asleep. He had been away for a couple of days with his girlfriend Amy for her nephew's wedding. And they plan to spend another week there, because it’s their anniversary, and Amy had always wanted to go to Italy.

“Will you be okay?” your father asked, apologetic. He leaned onto your bedroom door’s frame while you were unpacking your backpack.

“Yeah, Dad, what am I, eight? Go.” you laughed lightheartedly.

“It’s just you came down here from school and then I go, you know. I wish you’d said yes and come with us.”

“And third-wheeling you and Amy for ten days?” you giggled. “Dad, it’s okay. Come on. We’ll still have the weekend together when you come back.”

You heard Amy call for your father from downstairs, followed by a question about his dress shirt. You grinned, gesturing for him to go.

“Me and Amy will make sure the fridge is full, okay?” he says, voice fading as he steps down the stairs. You shook your head. You’ve survived on dry ramens and day-old coffees in college. You would be okay. Right?

Loud buzzer sound. The game show on the TV you put on to distract yourself from the fever is not doing a good job. You try to focus, but the noises coming out of it sound muffled, and the colors are just so bright and saturated that they make your head spin. You click on mute before slamming the remote on the coffee table, and it lands safely on some crumpled Kleenex. A thermometer is sitting next to the box, the tiny display screen blank. It’s broken, and you make a mental note to scold your father for always keeping faulty things around the house as if he’s going to fix them. A few bottles of pills you fished out of your father’s medicine cabinet to at least ease your aching muscles are toppled next to a half-empty Nyquil Nighttime Relief bottle with its cap screwed but crooked.

You second-guess your decision to let your father know that you’re unwell. But again, he hates surprises, so letting him know that he might find your rotting corpse in front of his TV when he gets back is, perhaps, doing him a favor.

It’s dark in the living room, and the leather couch is sticking to your sweaty leg. You should probably put sweatpants and a hoodie on instead of biker shorts and a stretched out shirt that looks more like a rag than a proper clothing item. But climbing the stairs now? No, thank you.

You shift your body, trying to find the best position to fall asleep in since the wrong angle seems to block your nasal passage. A groan leaves your throat when you can’t pull the fleece blanket to cover your body. You find out you are sitting on both ends of it. To hell with it.

You blink slowly. The Nyquil seems to start working. Can’t sneeze or cough if you’re knocked out, you think. You close your eyes, the colors from the TV somehow find their way in and flash washed-out red, white, yellow behind your eyelids. You’re too tired to reach for the remote.

Maybe you’ll feel better when you wake up.

You jolt when something cold makes contact with your forehead. Within microseconds, you yeet the thing away hysterically, hitting yourself in the process. The thing flies and lands on the wooden floor with a wet, thwap sound.

“Easy, easy,”

If it was just a little bit not so sudden and confusing and designed to constrict your blood vessels until your organs fail, you would have yelped. You nearly snap your neck trying to find the source of the voice, and your tense shoulders fall as quickly as they were raised when you notice the familiar face belonging to a broad frame standing next to the couch.

It’s Joel Miller.

Of course it’s him. Your father likely has him on speed dial.

He and your father go way back. Went to the same school, crushed on the same girls, hit the same bong, and so on. They were even in a band together. Your father has pictures of them from years ago, with greasy hair, earrings, bass and drumsticks in their hands. Cringe.

Well, just your father. Not Joel though.

You haven’t seen him in like, what, a year? And yet he looks good as ever. Well, Joel has always looked good his whole life. When you saw the pictures of him from high school you thought, Oh Fuck, I Would Totally Have A Crush On This Guy. And then you had to sit in silence and ponder, because, well, you are having a crush on this guy. Sort of. Maybe.

He bends over to pick up the thing you just yeeted on the floor, which is apparently a washcloth, and dunk it in a basin on the side table, which is now clean from all the stuff that was previously there.

“Joel,” you chirp. “Hi.”

“Hey.” he smiles as he squeezes the washcloth. Beads of water come trickling down his knuckles back to the basin, gleaming in front of the still-turned-on TV. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. What time is this?” you straighten up, rummaging around the blanket to find your phone to no avail.

“One-thirty. Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Your old man asked me to check on you." He folds the cloth in two and dab it before stepping closer and pressing it against your forehead, nice and cold. His other hand supports your head from the back, basically cradling your skull.

“Your front door was unlocked when I came in.” says Joel, as if you are capable of digesting any kind of information at the moment. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “And sorry my Dad made you come here. You didn’t have to, it’s not so bad.”

“Come on, it’s only a ten minute drive. ‘S okay. I checked your forehead. Not too bad, but still a fever, y’know. You took the Nyquil?”

The thought of Joel Miller touching your forehead with his palm in the dark while you were asleep somehow makes the neurons in your brain stop interlinking for a second. Were you sleeping with your mouth open the whole time? You knew you did fall asleep that way since you couldn’t breathe through your nose. Man.

“I did.” you nod, shaking the thought away. You feel your lungs tighten, though. Another coughing fit incoming.

“Good,” Joel presses his hand to your forehead again as if trying to make sure the wet washcloth is properly glued onto your face. The soft pressure disrupts your composure and you cough like a machine gun submerged in a container full of Elmer’s glue, hacking up thick mucus up your throat. Joel leaves your side with hurried steps and, within seconds, somehow has a paper cup under your chin for you to spit into.

You try to grab the cup, flustered, but he doesn’t let go and instead helps you sit up straight, patting your back.

“Spit.” he says as you wheeze with phlegm in your mouth like an imbecile. You awkwardly grab his wrist for support and spit the mucus out into the cup. Soon you’ll realize how foolish it is to grab someone’s wrist using the same hand you used to cover your mouth while coughing. The string of saliva takes a ridiculously long time to break free from your lips, but Joel is unfazed. He takes a glance at the mucus, likely checking the color and consistency.

“Thanks,” you blink rapidly, still processing.

“You wanna go to urgent care?” Joel asks.

“Nu-uh,” you shake your head. “I’m okay, I promise. I feel a lot better already.”

“It’s probably just a bug,” he pats your back again before walking to the kitchen to dispose of the cup. “How long has it been going on?”

You wait until he comes back because you don’t think you can speak loud enough for him to be able to hear you from the kitchen without tearing your throat apart. Joel thinks you didn’t hear him the first time and is about to repeat his question when you say, “Uh, it got progressively worse last night.” you realize how serious that sounds and quickly add, “But not like, worse worse. I mean, compared to,”

“And before that?”

“Just a scratchy throat.”

He looks like he’s mentally taking notes with arms folded in front of his stomach. It’s the first time that night you take a full look at him under the glow of the muted TV. You can’t really make the colors out, but he’s wearing a dark t-shirt under an unbuttoned flannel shirt and jeans. He’s keeping his beard kind of thin compared to the last time you saw him, but still the same, well-tended mustache that makes a strong presence over his lips. You can’t help but notice the graying strands of hair that stick out among his dark, messy hair, complimenting him so well. You are pretty sure the ratio between light to dark hair has been shooting up this year. You like it.

And his eyes. They’re rich, and dark, and the fact that he furrows half of the time that it creates permanent dents between his eyebrows just makes him ridiculously hotter.

The mucus factory must be working overtime tonight because you can feel the slight slippery feeling of lubrication where you’re sitting. Fucking stupid, you think, read the room.

All of sudden, a lightning flashes, lighting up your surroundings before the grumbling roar of thunder follows through. For a second, you can make out the shapes and silhouettes of everything in the room like a photograph. Joel fits rightly in the left third of this main piece in your mind exhibition. You wish you could take screenshots with your eyes and keep it to admire later.

Joel glances out the window. Heat lightning reveals the blobs of clouds outside, and the strong wind is starting to blow debris to rattle the windows. He shifts his focus on you again. “Did you eat?”

“I’m okay,” you shrug. Storm is coming, Joel better go home before it gets worse.

He chuckles. “Yes or no?”

That chuckle tickles something deep inside of you. You smile shyly. “Yes, Joel. I’m okay.”

Joel stares at you, and you are pretty sure he senses that you did not, in fact, eat dinner. “I’m starvin’, actually,” he gets up and takes his flannel shirt off, and then tosses it on the couch before making his way towards the kitchen. You scream internally at the sight of his biceps like a deranged fangirl.

“Mind if I take a look in the fridge?” he yells while opening the fridge door. Just being polite. He knows your father will let him dismantle the house and take the pieces home if he wants to.

You free the tangled blanket from around your legs, only noticing now how under your old, sweat-dampened, Marlin Club shirt, your nipples are as erect as fireman’s poles. Was it the temperature, Joel, or both, you can’t conclude.

Joel whistles when he finds that the fridge is full. He grabs a can of beer and pops it open, studying the contents of the fridge and thinking of what he can cook for you as he gulps the beer down.

You follow him to the kitchen, jump to sit on the kitchen island as Joel grabs some produce off the fridge and sets them next to you. He looks at you, blinks a couple of times, then occupies himself with the food cabinet over the counter. You try to be helpful by unwrapping the basil and cherry tomatoes.

“So, how’s school?” Joel breaks the silence as he washes his hands. “And don’t just say okay, please.”

“You got me there,” you laugh. “Nothing really amusing, really.”

Then a few more superficial, classic-catching-up questions while you both prepare the pesto. Joel asks about the trip to Italy, how your father mentioned proposing to Amy soon, what do you think about that. You ask about his brother Tommy, work, and the average cost to renovate a room, to which Joel answers in detail really nicely. Then come the usual do-you-remember-when stories, melting down the strange and awkward atmosphere between the two of you. Laughters fill up the room. It’s fun and familiar.

“Did you remember when you used to call me Uncle Joel?” Joel sneers as he tosses a pan to the sink. “You used to be so nice and polite.”

“I was like six!” You snorted. “And you can’t even pay me to call you that again, Joel.”

Then, the once-your-pops-and-I anecdotes. You’ve heard some of them from your own father’s mouth, but you still listen to Joel’s versions eagerly anyway.

At one point, you start to cough again so Joel instructs you to just sit down on the counter. You don’t complain—it means you can just sit back and watch him from the back and imagine how it would feel to run your fingers through his hair.

When Joel stirs the pasta with the pesto sauce, the weather has gone full-blown insane out there.

“You should stay the night,” you try to sound as nonchalant as possible. His presence is sending arrays of erroneous signals to your reproductive organs, which will most likely result badly if he stays, but how can you let him drive home in this kind of weather?

Joel hands you a fork and pushes a plate of fusilli for you to eat. “Eh, we’ll see,” he shrugs. “I don’t mind drivin’ through a storm, but I can’t just leave you alone if you don’t feel well.”

“Dad told me you got a folded chair smashed through your windshield last summer.” You take a bite, the thick sauce coats your tastebuds and you groan in satisfaction, even though you can’t really taste it to the fullest because of your stuffy nose.

“Oh, yeah, that.” Joel chuckles. “I was lucky it aimed for the shotgun.”

He eats standing up across you, one elbow on the counter. When you both finish the meal, he takes your plate and starts washing the dishes. You tell him to do it later, and then offer your help, and he says no to both. You insist on drying the dishes anyway, standing side by side with him.

After the very late dinner, the two of you retreat to the living room. Joel asks you to take some medication again and you decline, stating that you feel better already.

“Headstrong, ain’t ya?” Joel sighs. “Okay, sleep then. Wanna sleep in your bed?”

“Not really sleepy,” you shake your head. “Feel free to take Dad’s bed, by the way. You have work in the morning, right?”

“Nah, I’m alright by the couch.” Joel scoots to make room for his legs and lies on his back, groaning like every other old person when they finally get to be horizontal. His feet are dangling on one side, his head on the opposite armrest. You take the old recliner that doesn’t even recline anymore near Joel’s feet, facing both the TV and Joel at an angle.

The TV is still on, showing the same game show but already on a later season. You unmute it and watch it together with Joel for five minutes before you realize that none of you has laughed yet, and you ask Joel if he wants to watch a movie instead. He says why not.

You open a streaming service and browse for movies on the home page. Joel probably likes action and other classic old man genre types. You pretend to read some of the summaries and see if Joel perks up at one of them, but he doesn’t seem to really care about the TV.

“I don’t know what to watch,” you admit. “Do you wanna pick the movie?”

Truth is, Joel can’t give a single shit about no goddamn movie. He’s been distracted by so many thoughts in his mind. But he gestures for you to scroll back up anyway. “Let’s see the trending ones.”

You stop at a tally of newly released and currently popular films at the top of the page, giving Joel a chance to read about them before moving to the next one.

“This one looks excitin’.” Joel points at the screen. The poster shows a man in classic Viking attire, staring intently at the viewer with striking blue eyes. Some kind of pelt is draped over his shoulders. His hands are on top of each other, resting on a sword handle, the blade facing the earth. Dried mud and blood are splattered over his face and armor. The Conquest, it says. You don’t recognize the actors listed. The summary says something about revenge, passion, blood, power, blah blah. You click play.

The movie opens with a battle scene. The movie looks like it runs out of lighting budget, and you need to squint to be able to tell what they are actually doing. Nothing can be heard except grunts and blades clashing. You look over at Joel to see his expression, but he’s looking at you. He quickly averts his gaze back to the screen.

Twenty minutes pass, and none of you are really paying attention to the plot. Not until the main guy enters a wooden tub filled with steaming hot water with his asscheeks out, and then a woman enters the scene with nothing but a thin white veil covering her body. She drops the cloth and joins him. The warm light from the torches is highlighting her breasts.

“Woah,” you look at Joel again, but he says nothing, but you can see his Adam’s apple moving awkwardly.

They kiss, and he grabs her bosom with his humongous palms and knead them. Then he buries his face between them, with the woman kissing the top of his head. After what feels like a millenia, he lifts her lower half from the water, and then puts her down to sit on the edge of the tub before performing cunnilingus. She moans.

You start to feel a pool of heat brewing inside of you. This feels invasive of their privacy, somehow, with no soundtrack added, just fire crackling and water splashing and erotic moaning.

Joel clears his throat. “Uh, maybe we shouldn’t watch this,”

“You’re the one who picked the movie.” you say, eyes fixated on the screen.

“Well, it didn’t say nothin’ about eatin’ a lady out in the summary.”

He reaches for the remote and turns the TV off, leaving only the sound of rain hitting your window in your eardrums.

“Hey,” you whine. “That’s not nice. I didn’t say yes.”

“It’s late. Go to sleep.” Joel folds his arms over his chest, partly staying warm, partly because he’s so flustered he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He then closes his eyes, knowing damn well he’s far from feeling tired let alone fall asleep.

“We’re both adults anyways,” you mutter, but Joel doesn’t move. He’s probably actually tired.

Your gaze is affixed on him. He surely doesn’t look like he’s sleeping in peace right now but he’s still handsome nonetheless. His old shirt is a tad bit too tight around his biceps. You can see the protruding veins beautifully decorating his arms and hands. His legs are slightly crossing with one ankle on top of another, and his breath is steady. He’s gorgeous.

In your wildest dreams, you would jump to straddle Joel, and he would grab your hips and fuck you to death. Is it bad that your immune system is fighting one of the worst battles in your life, and yet your number one priority is somehow to get laid, by this man specifically? It’s both excruciating and foolish.

The movie you just saw doesn’t help, either. In fact, it makes everything worse. Your mind keeps wandering back to it, the way the man eats the woman out, and then back to Joel, imagining the top of his head would look like when he eats you out. Fuck. You know that if you don’t get to touch this man in the next 30 minutes, you are either going to combust or burn everything in the vicinity.

You close your eyes, try to do the mindfulness practice you once saw in a magazine. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. You repeat “Release me from this earthly desire” in your head like a rookie buddhist wizard trying to cast a spell with a broken wand. You ball your fists in your lap so hard the joints start to hurt.

It’s not working.

Your mind keeps wandering back to different scenarios, different positions, different spots around the house. Low grunts, fingertips pressing your sides, tongue between your lips…

You can’t do it anymore. You need release. You need to at least be able to feel something, a little reward for your throbbing clit. Trying your best to be as casual as possible, you pull your folded legs closer to your body, your left heel even closer to your biker-short-covered cunt, and shift your body weight on it.

The pleasure that has been building up there bursts like a balloon. You sigh.

There are two things that Joel is not: young, and oblivious.

Oh, he is totally aware of what’s happening. You are not doing a good job trying to be subtle. From the non-stop staring, to the constant fidgeting, to the borderline sexual sighs, to the hard nipples, Joel knows you are going through something that is completely different from just being ill.

And he totally understands. He’s been there, done that. There was a time when his back wasn’t hurting and his face hadn’t been ‘graced’ with crow’s feet and age spots yet, when his hormones were at all-time high and his blood liked nothing more than flowing to his cock recklessly at the slightest inducement. He understands what you are going through.

So when you start grinding yourself onto your left heel followed by soft moans, he is not exactly surprised, just mostly in awe of your debauched audacity.

That is too much, even for him. He clears his throat, hoping you’d catch the hint and stop for good. But you don’t, and your eyes are closed and your eyebrows are knitted together in concentration, and your hips are moving slowly, sensually, chasing something, the sight of it stirs something up in his guts.

It is vulgar, and most importantly indecent in every way, but Joel can feel his own arousal creeping up no matter how hard he tries to convince himself that it is not happening.

He calls your name. Your body responds faster than the critically thinking part of your brain and you stop like you just got cursed by Medusa.

You can physically feel your heart drop to your ass. Your neck moves stiffly to find his eyes like a broken animatronic. “Yeah?” you croak.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re doin’?”

You blink. Deny? Act stupid? Admit? Deny, deny. Wait, deny? No, act stupid.

“What… Do you mean?” you say, and you realize that you chose the dialogue option that actually sounds the dumbest.

Joel clicks his tongue. “Might as well hump me if you want it that much.”

Wait, what? Your eyes light up. “Really?”

Joel stares at you in genuine perplexity before lifting one hand up to massage his temples. He takes a deep breath, and in the softest way possible—like telling a puppy she can’t eat electronic parts—sighs, “No.”

“Oh,” you cover your mouth. “I thought you meant—“

“Yeah, yeah. My bad.” he sighs again, sounding significantly more frustrated. He then uses his hands to support himself to a sitting position, composing himself.

Silence. You don’t dare to look at Joel, but your cunt keeps pulsing like a metal detector. You understand that the beeping—desire—will not die down unless you get the valuable artefact from the bronze age—Joel—in your hand. Is this time to be bold and brash?

“Joel,” you call, and you can swear that was not a sober decision, but the stage curtains have been pulled back, and you are pushed to the stage to play your part.

“Hm?”

“What if… I hump you anyway?” you stand up, and your knees are slightly buckling but you act tough and bold regardless.

Joel’s jaws opens and stays slightly agape for a while before he says, “That fever is really messin’ with your brain, huh? Sit down.”

“You’re bricked up, Joel.” you accuse. You don’t actually know for sure since Joel keeps a hand on his lap to cover his crotch, but Joel gulps. Gotcha.

“Unrelated to you.” he hisses in defense.

You scoff.

“Joel, please,” you grouse, voice cracking and desperate. “I want this so bad.” you whisper as you take slow, threatening steps towards Joel until your crotch is not even an inch away from his knee. “I want you so bad.”

“This ain’t right, kid.” Joel puts a hand on the outer side of your arm, and it’s worth pointing out that he’s shaking. “You know that.”

Joel doesn’t tell you that he’s battling demons in his head, and he’s currently losing. A million impulses are catapulting burning boulders onto the gate of his conscience, and all he got is one bleeding, sickly troop with a chipped wooden sword. But he puts his best stern expression despite the fact that his body is betraying him.

He could leave now. Push you away. Clear his head. Come back later. Or not come back at all.

But he knows he doesn’t want to. He can hear his blood rushing and his heart singing battle cry. Not to mention his cock, hard and nearly burns a hole through his jeans.

A long pause. You want to push him further, but you know you don’t need to. The black marlin printed on your shirt does a worthless attempt at distracting Joel from your hard nipples, putting him into a trance.

Joel takes a deep breath. He knows he has lost. “You can help yourself, that’s all,” he nods, more trying to convince himself rather than talking to you. “Just to make you shut up and get rest. That’s it.”

That’s an unenthusiastic barf-colored green light, but it is a green light nonetheless.

You put your hands on Joel’s shoulder before putting your left knee next to his right leg and lower yourself down onto his thigh, while your other knee rests in front of his crotch and presses onto his raging hard-on. Your cunt pulsates in pleasure upon contact, and you let out a gasp. Joel anxiously places his hands on your sides to keep you steady, one thumb ‘accidentally’ brushing your nipple, earning a whine. You lock gaze with him, and start moving.

The friction sends buzzes up your head. You make each grind count, and every single one feels like heaven despite the layers of fabric between your cunt and his beefy thigh. Moans and Joel’s name spill from your lips indeliberately, and he tightens his grip on your body until his fingertips turn white as if you would fly away with a gust of wind if he doesn’t. If you weren’t so absorbed in your own pleasure, you would’ve noticed how shallow and rapid Joel’s breath has become. It turns him on watching you getting off because of him, using him, how your eyelids flutter and your pupils are having a hard time staying in place.

Joel wants to break free from his denim, badly. While he consciously thought, planned, and stated that he’s doing what he’s doing only for your satisfaction and be done with it, it isn’t exactly nice having your kneecap pushing button-flies shaped caves on his crotch repeatedly. Especially not when his cock, which probably has its own brain, has been begging to be taken care of, too.

You, on the other side, are having the best time of your life. As your climax is building up in your south region, you smile at Joel, who smiles back. His hand leaves your ribs briefly to brush the hair that is sticking to your sweaty forehead away from your face.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nod weakly. “So good, Joel, so good,”

For a moment there you consider kissing him. His face is merely two inches away from you, and he looks ravishing, all sweaty and blushing. And how you just want to have your tongue inside his mouth, his lips all over yours sloppily. But that feels like overstepping boundaries, like a whole uncharted area you can’t cross, spreading the flu aside. You opt to put your chin on his shoulder instead, trying to focus on your orgasm.

“I want to see your face,” Joel says in your ear, his beard grazing your cheek. Takes you three whole seconds to process that, and when you do, it tingles your core. Before you can answer, he continues, “You’re so beautiful like this.”

You pull back, meeting his gaze with flushing cheeks. You don’t know what to say, and maybe you don’t have to. You continue to be dumbfounded when Joel stops your motion and helps you to stand up.

“Hold on,” he says as he undoes the buttons of his jeans. “I need to take these off.”

He quickly kicks the jeans off his legs, revealing a dark gray boxer briefs under. A wet patch adorns the bulge right in the center. He then manspreads and gestures for you to come back onto him, to which you comply. “C’mere,” he says, “I need to feel you on me.”

You straddle him, positioning your cunt right on his cock, and on everybody and their mother, it feels good. No, it feels right. Joel lets out a groan that cuts into a gasp when you start to grind. “Fuck, yeah,” he grabs your ass, helping you settle on a rhythm.

The contour of Joel’s cock, albeit still covered by the fabric of his boxer briefs, touches every last nerve ending of your cunt in such a different way that his thigh did. You pick your pace up, getting the pleasure to build up again.

“Joel, I’m gonna come,” you moan, voice quivering. You rake your fingers through his hair, your noses almost touching.

“Keep going, baby,” he says through a smile. “Don’t hold back. You sound so pretty.”

The encouragement is shooting up fireworks in your lower belly, and you start making more sounds. You’re close. So close.

“Makin’ me so hard all night, you,”

You whimper as you come, hips convulsing. Time slows down, and it feels like your cunt is pulled towards a strong gravitational force within your own body as you are sinking down a quicksand, all while pleasure forces your brain to reboot itself.

“That’s it, that’s it. There you go. You’re so good.”

Joel holds the back of your head while you’re laying on his chest, limp. When you pull yourself away from him, he presses a palm to your cheek, smiling. “Attagirl.”

When you finally gather yourself, you pull away from Joel, leaving a huge wet spot on where you just had your cunt on, and scoot to the spot next to him on the couch. You are about to lean onto his shoulder when he stands up and picks his jeans up from the floor. He sees the wet trail of arousal you left on the fabric in the thigh area and snickers.

“Damn, kid, you’re practically a snail,” he points to it. “Poor thing.”

You wince. “What are you doing?”

“Puttin’ my pants on?” he answers in the exact same tone, fixing the position of his boxer briefs.

“But you haven’t even come yet!” you protest. “What the fuck? Take them off!”

“That’s not what I agreed to, remember? I help you come so you’ll shut up and sleep. You’ve come, now shut up, and go to sleep.” he lays it out like basic math while you press the base of your palms onto your eyelids, confounded.

“You’re a sick person,” you shake your head, and then point to his crotch. “You’re literally still hard.”

“That has nothin’ to do with anythin’.”

You stare at the open space, like you’re trying to break the fourth wall in a sitcom. Can you believe this guy?

“Joel, your line is ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard.’ Now let’s start again from the top.”

Joel, who’s struggling trying to fit his bulge back in the jeans without hurting it, stops fussing with his button-fly shortly to push your head back—softly—to the couch. “Sleep,” he drags his palm over your face to close your eyelids.

“Joooooel,”

“Your line is ‘Yes, Joel, good night.’”

“Yes, Uncle Joel, good night, Uncle Joel,” you mock as you swiftly jump from the couch and pull his jeans down to his ankle and force him to step out of it. You hear Joel yelling hey, hey, hey as he tries to simultaneously fight you and not hurt you. You throw the pair of pants across the room with all your might and it lands with a loud thud.

“What are your pants made of, steel?”

“What is wrong with you?” he takes a step to fetch it, but you stand up and push him back to the couch. Joel is for sure going easy on you, because if he wanted to, he could definitely launch you through the walls. Instead, he just accepts his fate and stares at the ceiling, defeated.

“Nobody sleeps with jeans on, Joel,” you reach for the TV remote again. “Now let’s watch something again and then sleep.”

“We’re not watching the viking movie again.”

“We’re not watching the viking movie again,” you repeat. “We’re watching SpongeBob.”

Joel groans.

“What, you don’t like SpongeBob?”

“Not my era,” Joel says. “I watched Gumby. Tom and Jerry. The Muppet Show.”

“No wonder you act like the heckling old guys.”

“I don’t, but, sure,”

“Oh, you’re more like the eagle. So serious all the time.”

Joel rolls his eyes. You play the first episode of the first season of SpongeBob Squarepants, and the familiar intro begins. You take a look at Joel in the corner of your eyes, how he has one of his forearm on the top of his head, bicep almost as thick as his head. The other hand is resting on his thigh, and you can tell that he’s at least still half-hard. You wonder how he looks under those boxer briefs.

On the screen, Squidward and Mr. Krabs are climbing a post with a sea of raging anchovies under them. Joel’s lips slightly turn upward. Ha, eat that, Mr. Old Cartoon Head.

You shift so that you’re on your back, legs resting on Joel’s lap. He gives you a look, but doesn’t say anything. Minutes later, totally absorbed with SpongeBob pestering his neighbor with a reef blower, he has a hand on your ankle, caressing it without much thought.

They would have written about you in a Greek tragedy the way you’re consumed by greed and lust. When your toes stroke Joel’s bulge, totally by accident and not precalculated at all, you pretend like you’re captivated by the TV. It’s hard and you can definitely discern the ridge of possible veins and the head of his cock.

Joel exhales, sounding so done and tired. “I know you were going to do this,”

But he doesn’t push you away. And that excites you.

You don’t say anything or look away from the screen, but you keep rubbing the outline of his cock, which is now more visible and grows slightly larger, with the space between your big and index toe. Your brain automatically puts the ice clinking in a vase while SpongeBob is getting dry under Sandy’s treedome as background noise to amplify Joel’s restrained grunts.

You like this. You like having Joel wrapped around your finger. Soon after, you withdraw your legs and sit up, causing him to open his eyes over the sudden halt.

You stare at him, bold. “Would you like my mouth?”

Joel nods.

You don’t even wait for a second. Joel helps you take off his boxer briefs, the length of his hard-on springs out like jack-in-the-box. You admire how it looks, how the tip is totally sticky and glistening, before lowering your tongue. Joal lets out a sound akin to a whimper as you let your saliva ooze down the underside of his cock and quickly retrieve it into your mouth using your tongue. He tastes slightly salty, like sweat. And if you could smell better you’d see how hypnotizing his scent is, like calling you to stick his cock down your throat until the world collapses.

“That’s it,” Joel says, out of breath. His cock is now grazing the soft wall of your cheek, and he wonders how experienced you actually are because you definitely don’t act like an amateur. You use one elbow to support yourself, the other one taking turns massaging his balls and the base of his cock.

The only downside of this is that Joel can’t really look at your face. He craves the sight of you, how your lips are wrapped around his cock, and how your cheek is bulging like a squirrel full of him. One of his hands crawls up your back under your shirt, rubbing it before it finds a new target: your breasts. He kneads on one, thumb flicking the bud. You can’t help but moan and take him deeper, sending vibrations from your throat to his cock.

Joel knows he won’t last much longer, and he would very much like to keep this thing going as long as possible. So he asks you to stop, averting your disappointment by lifting up your shirt and sucking on one nipple. He’s surprisingly tender with it, taking his time. You reach a hand to his cock again, trying to at least get him off with your hand, but he pulls your wrists back and locks them on your sides.

“Joel,” you whine. “Fuck me. Please.”

“No can do,” Joel answers as his lips are trailing down to your stomach, where he peppers kisses all over. You scoot backwards and like reading your mind, he tugs the hem of your shorts down to your ankle before yanking it away, revealing your throbbing, desperate cunt. He then dives down, nose pressing against your mound as his tongue explores the new treasure island.

Just like in the movie.

You try to grab on something, anything, but the leather couch does nothing but squeaks, and Joel instinctively laces his fingers with yours. The view of the top of your head is exactly how you imagined it would be. The moans released from your lips are rather loud, especially when Joel creates a suction cup with his lips right on your clit.

“Joel, Joel,” you grasp his hands with all your might. “This is fucking unfair, I’m so— I’m gonna—”

Before you get to finish your sentence, your body already decides that it’s time for another release. Your heels are planted firmly against the couch as your hips lift to the air, and Joel lets go. He kneels before your cunt, pumps himself to oblivion and comes all over you before you get to collect yourself, staining your stomach and breasts. Later you’ll realize that the first spurt went a little bit rogue and landed on your hair.

“Fuck you, man,” you complain, sticking out a middle finger at him. “I was supposed to make you come.”

Joel rests his head on the couch armrest, eyes closed. “You did.”

“I meant technically,” you attempt to nudge him with your leg, but he dodges and stands up to grab the washcloth he used to compress you with earlier. He then wipes your stomach and breasts with it, the cold water making you squirm.

“What now?” you ask when he hands you your clothes.

“Sleep. It’s four in the mornin’.” he says as he puts his stained, sticky, wet boxer briefs on and sits on the recliner. So you can’t drive me mad anymore, he says.

You whine, but you realize that your eyelids are actually very heavy. “Blowjob first time in the morning?” you offer before letting yourself drift off.

“Thought you were s’pposed to be sick.” Joel shakes his head. But he grins.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #dbf!joel #dbf!joel x reader #dbf!joel miller x reader #tlou #the last of us #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #dbf!joel miller

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livwritesstuff · 10 months ago

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i went on a deep dive of the Steve & Hopper ao3 tag yesterday and and it got me thinking about what would happen if Chief of Police Hopper ran into Steve and Eddie while he was on patrol after pseudo-adopting Steve, and it’s been long enough that Hopper is sort of a safe-person for Steve so Steve goes into full-fledged bitch mode when Hopper tries to pull cop stuff on them, and Eddie (who knew about none of this because Steve is a chronic under-sharer) is so totally baffled.

He’d spent years watching Steve sweet-talk his way out of trouble. Even before they started hooking up it used to drive Eddie goddamn insane, because if (when) Eddie pulled any of this shit Steve gets away with, he’d be totally screwed, but all Steve has to do is flash a sheepish grin and run a hand through his hair once or twice and say, all baleful, “I really didn’t mean any trouble,” and he’s home free.

It has its perks though, or so he's learned during his last few months of hanging around with Steve, so when Steve and Eddie’s make-out session is interrupted by the tell-tale red and blue lights of a cop car pulling up behind where Steve parked the Beemer a few hundred yards down a maintenance road, Eddie’s not all that worried. In fact, he’s got a pretty good amount of faith in Steve’s ability to spin up some story to keep them out of any real trouble, and as Chief Hopper ambles over to them, Eddie prepares himself for a whole show of, “Yes Chief, sorry Chief, it won’t happen again Chief.”

So imagine Eddie's complete and utter surprise when Hopper barks, “Hey, morons! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” and Steve only rolls his eyes and says, “What’s it to you?”

Eddie feels his jaw drop.

“Steve,” he mutters through gritted teeth. He tries to elbow Steve into shutting the hell up, but he misses because Steve has already taken several steps forward to meet Hopper, his face turned up in a kind of defiance Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen on him before.

“What’s it to me?” Hopper repeats, glowering at Steve, “It’s midnight. I’m on patrol. You’ve got one of the most recognizable cars in this entire damn town parked in a restricted-access zone with this idiot–” Hopper gestures at Eddie (Eddie didn’t think the pointing or the idiot were necessary, but clearly, clearly, he’s missing something here), “–who’s been dragged into my station more times than I could count.”

“The town line, Hop, is over there,” Steve says, pointing at an indiscriminate spot over Hop’s shoulder that may or may not be part of the Hawkins town line, “We’re not even in Hawkins anymore. You’re totally out of your jurisdiction.”

“You wanna know something about jurisdiction, smart-ass?” Hopper asks, “If my report says shit happened in my jurisdiction, it happened in my jurisdiction.”

“Wow,” Steve deadpans, “Way to not sound totally corrupt. Nice work, Chief.”

Hopper’s jaw twitches for a second, and he’s clearly debating if he wants to keep arguing with Steve who, to Steve’s credit, looks like he’s got debate in him for days. Ultimately though, Hopper decides against it and stalks back over to his squad car.

“If you’re not home by one there’s gonna be hell to pay. You hear me, Harrington?” Hopper yells, “One AM. Hell to pay.”

“Oh, sure,” Steve rolls his eyes, “Totally hear you. One AM. Loud and clear or whatever.”

Steve flips the cruiser both birds as it peels away, which Hopper only flashes his high beams at a couple times before he’s gone, kicking up a bunch of dirt and mulch and leaves in his wake, and Steve is wearing an exasperated expression as he turns to face Eddie again.

“God, he’s so annoying. Let’s just go to my house.”

Eddie gapes at him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Huh?”

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie repeated, gesturing wildly towards where Hopper’s car had just been.

“Wha– you mean with Hop?”

“Uh, yeah?!?”

Steve just brushed him off, “Whatever, just ignore him. He’s basically my dad.”

“What?”

EDIT: read the expanded fic on AO3 :)

#idk maybe this is pre-season 3. maybe it’s a no-upside down au. who knows #might expand this and post on ao3 later if i’m feeling it #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #jim hopper #steve jim father-son relationship my beloved

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flux1563 · 7 days ago

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Behind the Spotlight ft Miyeon

Tags : virgin, multiple orgasm, BWC

Words : 14k

"Annyeonghaseyo," Miyeon said shyly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she tried to get the attention of the handsome man sitting across the bustling café. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

The man looked up from his laptop, a puzzled expression on his face. He clearly hadn't understood her greeting. "Hi," he responded with a warm smile. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Miyeon bit her lower lip, nervously playing with the translator app on her phone. She had practiced her English lines for weeks, but the moment had arrived, and her mind was a whirlwind. She hoped the app would be her wingman today. "Yes," she murmured, holding up the phone. "I am Miyeon. From Korea. You...are...my...type."

The man's smile grew wider as he read the translation. His eyes met hers, sparkling with amusement and intrigue. "I'm Y/N," he said, pointing to himself. "And you're definitely the most interesting thing that's happened to me in this café."

Miyeon's heart skipped a beat as she read his response on the screen. She had always been curious about dating outside of her country, and here she was, trying to flirt with a white man, a fantasy she had harbored for a long time. Her group's manager had always warned them about maintaining their image, but she was on a break from her K-pop group G-idle, and she had decided that this was the perfect opportunity to explore her desires.

The café was a cozy haven from the New York City rush, its walls adorned with vintage posters and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Miyeon's eyes took in every detail, from the way the sunlight danced on the wooden floors to the clinking of spoons against porcelain cups. It was her first day in America, and she was eager to absorb the culture she had only seen in movies and dramas.

Y/N leaned in closer, his interest piqued by the beautiful stranger. "So, what brings you to the city?" he asked.

Miyeon paused, her thumb hovering over the app's screen. "Vacation," she typed, feeling a flutter in her stomach. "I want to see America...and maybe find love?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, reading the translation. He couldn't help but chuckle at her honesty. "Well, Miyeon," he began, "I'd be happy to show you around. And who knows, maybe we'll find that love along the way."

They decided to start with the mall, a place where Y/N knew she would love the blend of familiar brands and unique American experiences. As they strolled through the gleaming corridors, Miyeon's eyes widened with wonder, taking in the sights and sounds of shoppers from various walks of life. They stopped at a photo booth, the kind that promised to capture their smiles with a series of snapshots. Miyeon's excitement was palpable as she squeezed in beside Y/N, her hands shaking slightly.

The camera flashed, and they both grinned widely, the photos printing out to immortalize their first moments together. They held them up to the light, examining the images with playful scrutiny. "We look good together," Y/N said, nudging her gently.

Miyeon nodded, her eyes shimmering with a hint of mischief. "Maybe one more?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she leaned closer, her sweet perfume enveloping him. The next set of photos were more intimate, their laughter and smiles growing more relaxed with each flash. On a whim, he leaned in and kissed her cheek, catching her by surprise. She blushed, but didn't pull away. Instead, she turned to face him fully, and their eyes met, the connection palpable.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in a canvas of oranges and pinks, they stepped outside, hand in hand. The warmth of the day had given way to a pleasant evening breeze, carrying with it the distant sound of car horns and chattering pedestrians. They paused at a scenic spot, a fountain with a sculpture of a couple in a passionate embrace. Y/N took out his phone, pointing it at them. "One more?"

Miyeon nodded, her breath hitching slightly. He leaned in, his arm snaking around her waist, and they kissed as the camera clicked away. The kiss was gentle at first, a mere brush of the lips, but it quickly grew into something more, their bodies gravitating towards each other like magnets. It was a moment that seemed to freeze time, their hearts beating in unison as the world rushed by around them.

When they parted, Miyeon looked up at Y/N, her eyes filled with a newfound boldness. She took his hand, leading him to the exit. "Let's go," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "I want to show you something."

The taxi ride to her hotel was a blur of neon lights and unintelligible chatter, her heart racing as she thought about what was to come. The hotel lobby was grand, with chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the marble floor. She felt like Cinderella, except she was the one pulling the strings of this fairytale.

"Y/N," she murmured, her grip on his hand tightening as they stepped into the elevator. "My hotel." The words were barely out of her mouth before the doors slid shut, leaving them alone in the plush, mirrored compartment. The air grew thick with anticipation, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that needed no translation.

They arrived at her floor, the soft ding of the elevator echoing through the corridor. Miyeon's luxury room was a retreat from the chaos of the city, with a view of the twinkling skyline that stretched out like a sea of diamonds. She led him inside, her heart thumping in her chest like a bass in a pop song. The room was immaculate, the king-sized bed an inviting oasis in the center.

Y/N took in the opulence around him, his gaze eventually landing on Miyeon as she stood before him, her eyes a mix of excitement and nerves. He stepped closer, placing a hand on her waist. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

Miyeon's response was swift and decisive. She reached up, her hands cupping his face, and drew him down for a kiss that was filled with all the pent-up desire she had been feeling since she first laid eyes on him. It was a kiss of hunger, a declaration of intent, and it took Y/N by surprise. His eyes widened for a brief moment before a smoldering look replaced his shock.

Y/N took control, his arms wrapping around her tightly as his kiss grew more intense. He dominated the exchange, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, claiming her in a way that made her body tremble. Miyeon felt a rush of heat flood through her, her knees threatening to buckle under the onslaught of passion. She moaned softly, her hands fisting in his shirt as she tried to keep up with the pace he had set.

He broke away, his breath ragged, leaving her panting and wanting more. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "And so eager."

Miyeon's cheeks burned as she nodded, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt this way before, never experienced such raw passion. Y/N's confidence and dominance were intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly following his lead.

Their kisses grew deeper and more urgent as they stumbled down the hallway towards the bedroom, their clothes seemingly dissolving away with every step they took. Buttons popped and fabric slithered to the floor, leaving a trail of discarded pieces that whispered of their desire. Y/N's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, pale skin as if he couldn't get enough.

Her own hands weren't idle, unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers and pushing it off his broad shoulders. His skin was warm to the touch, and she reveled in the feel of his firm chest beneath her fingertips. His belt buckle clattered to the floor, the sound echoing through the room, a stark reminder of the urgency in their movements.

Finally, they reached the bedroom, the large, inviting bed calling out to them. They tumbled onto the soft sheets, their kisses never breaking. Miyeon's long hair fanned out around them, a stark contrast to the stark white of the bedding. Y/N's hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with a slow, deliberate motion that had her squirming beneath him.

The dress fell away, exposing her to his hungry gaze. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, the soft curves that had been hidden beneath layers of clothing. His eyes roamed over her, dark with desire, and she felt a thrill run through her. This was it, the moment she had been dreaming of.

The air grew thick with tension as they continued to explore each other's bodies, their kisses becoming more frantic. The bedroom was a cocoon, insulating them from the outside world, allowing them to lose themselves in the moment. Y/N's hands slid up her thighs, sending shivers down her spine as he gently parted her legs.

Miyeon felt her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked into his eyes. She had never been more vulnerable, more exposed, but with him, she felt safe. Her hands found his waist, her nails digging in as she pulled him closer, her body arching towards his.

He kissed a trail down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone, leaving a delicate line of fire in his wake. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they peaked beneath his touch. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as the sensation overwhelmed her.

Their kisses grew more desperate as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the music of their shared passion filling the air. Y/N's weight shifted, and she felt the heat of him pressing against her thighs. Her hand slid down, her fingertips grazing the waistband of his pants, and she could feel the evidence of his desire.

The moment was upon them, a crescendo of emotion and need. With a final, gentle kiss, Y/N positioned himself above her, their eyes locked. The anticipation was unbearable, a sweet agony that had her trembling.

"Be gentle, please," Miyeon whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes searched his, seeking reassurance in the sea of uncertainty that was her first time.

Y/N's expression softened, a look of wonder and respect in his eyes. "I was shocked that a beautiful girl like you is a virgin," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make sure it's perfect."

With that promise, he began to explore her further, his hands and mouth worshipping every inch of her body. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her. His touch was feather-light, as if he was afraid she might shatter under his touch. But Miyeon was no fragile porcelain doll; she was a woman on the brink of discovering a new aspect of herself, and she craved the release that only he could provide.

Y/N's fingers danced over her stomach, teasing the edge of her panties before finally sliding beneath the fabric. Her breath hitched as he touched her, his fingers skimming over her sensitive skin. He took his time, building the tension with every stroke, until she was a quivering mess beneath him.

Miyeon's body responded to his ministrations, her hips rising to meet his hand. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. He looked up, his eyes dark with desire, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He slid her panties down, exposing her to the cool air of the room. She felt a flash of vulnerability, but his warm gaze made her feel cherished, not exposed. He kissed her thighs, working his way closer to the apex of her need.

When he finally reached her center, she gasped, her body arching off the bed. His mouth was hot, his tongue teasing and exploring, and she could feel herself spiraling towards the precipice of pleasure.

"Ahh, keep going," Miyeon moaned, the words spilling from her lips in a mix of Korean and English. Y/N's eyes met hers, and he took that as the green light he needed to deepen his kiss. His tongue delved into her folds, finding her clit and circling it with expert precision. Her legs fell open wider, inviting him in, her hands tangled in his hair as she held him there, urging him to never stop.

Her breath grew shallow and ragged as the pleasure built within her, her body tightening like a coil ready to spring. "Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her back arching off the bed. He hummed against her, the vibration sending waves of ecstasy through her core. She felt her climax approaching, a warm glow that grew brighter with every flick of his tongue.

And then it hit her, a tidal wave of sensation that made her entire body spasm. Her first orgasm with another person washed over her, more intense than any she had ever experienced alone. She cried out, her nails digging into his scalp, her legs trembling around his shoulders. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could see stars behind her lids, a symphony of color and light that danced in time with the pulsing in her veins.

Y/N didn't wait for her to catch her breath. Instead, he took advantage of her heightened state, slipping one finger into her drenched pussy. Miyeon's eyes snapped open, wide with surprise, and she watched him through a haze of pleasure as he began to pump in and out of her slowly. His movements were deliberate and measured, as if he was savoring every second. She could feel herself stretching around him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Ahh," she moaned, the sound a sweet symphony in his ears. Encouraged, he added a second finger, scissoring them apart to prepare her for what was to come. The sensation was incredible, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that made her toes curl. "So good, fuck," she murmured in broken English, the words falling from her lips like a prayer.

Y/N took her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking and suckling the sensitive nub. Miyeon's hips bucked, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her closer to the edge once again. He felt her tighten around his fingers, her muscles clenching with every stroke. His other hand reached up, cupping her breast, his thumb rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. "I wanna pee." The suddenness of her words took him aback, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers for clarification. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses, and she was panting heavily. "I mean, it feels like... I need to pee, but it's... different."

He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through her chest, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "It's okay, Miyeon," he assured her. "It's just your body's way of letting you know it's ready." He could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and he knew it was time to take the lead. "Just let it go, baby," he ordered, his voice firm but tender.

And with those words, she did. A gush of liquid heat spurted against his face, her juices spraying against his cheeks and mouth. It was a moment of pure, unbridled intimacy, one that she had never shared with anyone before. Y/N didn't flinch; instead, he leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He lapped at her, drinking in her sweetness, savoring the taste of her desire.

"Ahh, ahh," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure as she rode the waves of her second orgasm. It was a sound that would be forever etched in his memory, a reminder of the power and beauty of the connection they had just shared. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body trembling as she came down from her peak.

Miyeon's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze as she gasped for air. "I don't know if it feels so good," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder and a hint of disbelief.

Y/N leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smile playing across his lips. "Trust me," he said, "it's only going to get better." He reached for her hand, gently pulling her upright. "Now, I want to see all of you."

Miyeon's heart was racing as she allowed him to guide her to the center of the bed. He positioned her on all fours, her knees sinking into the plush mattress. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but the excitement coursing through her veins was undeniable. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his intense gaze, and she knew that she was in good hands.

Y/N's hand traveled down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before coming to rest on her ass. He gave her a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over the tight rosette of her anus. She flinched slightly, unsure of what to expect, but his touch was reassuring. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

With a gentle push, he positioned the head of his erection at her entrance. Miyeon felt her breath catch in her throat as she waited for the inevitable. She had read about this moment, had fantasized about it countless times, but the reality was so much more intense than anything she could have imagined.

"Please, be gentle," she repeated, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to hang in the air between them.

Y/N nodded, his eyes filled with a gentle determination. He leaned over her, his hand resting on the small of her back as he began to push his erection into her. Miyeon's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate his size. He took his time, his movements deliberate and measured, giving her body a chance to adjust to the new sensation.

But it was more than she could handle. With a sudden jolt, she cried out, "Ahhhh it hurts!" Her voice pierced the quiet of the room, echoing off the walls like a siren's call. Y/N stilled, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

Miyeon nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she took a deep, shuddering breath. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just... I need a moment."

Y/N's concern was etched on his handsome face as he leaned over her, his hand caressing her back soothingly. "Take your time, Miyeon," he murmured. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Miyeon took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his manhood fully sheathed inside her. It was a strange, almost overwhelming sensation, but she knew that this was what she wanted. She nodded again, her eyes still closed tightly. "No, it's okay," she managed to say. "I'm okay."

Y/N watched her for a moment, his hand still resting on her back. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding herself so tightly. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "If you're sure," he whispered, his voice a warm caress that sent shivers down her spine.

Miyeon nodded, her eyes still squeezed shut. She took a deep breath, her body tensing in anticipation. And then she felt it, the pressure building, his cock pushing deeper inside her. It was as if she had reached the end, but there was still more to come. She gasped, her nails digging into the bedsheets. The pain was sharp, a knife's edge that cut through the pleasure, but she didn't want him to stop.

"Fuck, your cock is so big," she managed to murmur, her voice strained and needy. "I thought it's already inside me all." Her words were a mix of Korean and English, a jumbled mess of pleasure and pain that only served to excite Y/N further. He felt a surge of pride at her admission, his cock swelling even more at the thought of being the first to claim her tight, virgin pussy.

"It's only a half, Miyeon," he said, his voice a gentle command. "Just hold it." And with that, he pushed in further, the head of his cock breaching the final barrier that stood between her innocence and the carnality she so desperately craved.

Miyeon's cry of "Ahhhh, my pussy was torn" filled the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very walls of the hotel suite. Her body tensed around him, the muscles of her pussy clamping down as she tried to adjust to his size. He paused, giving her time to get used to the feeling, his hand reaching around to rub her clit in soft, soothing circles.

As the pain began to recede, she felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "It's okay, you can take it all."

Miyeon took a deep, shaky breath, her body adjusting to the feeling of fullness. "Move, Y/N," she urged, her voice a needy whimper. He began to rock his hips, moving in and out of her with a slow, torturous rhythm that had her gasping for more. She felt her walls stretching around him, accommodating his girth as she grew wetter, her arousal coating his shaft with a slickness that made every movement feel like a delicious agony.

"Fuck, 12 inches of white dick is inside me," she moaned, the words spilling from her lips in a mix of Korean and English. She had never felt so full, so complete. Her voice was a sweet symphony of pleasure, her moans echoing through the room as he began to increase his tempo. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, her orgasm building like a crescendo within her.

Y/N watched her, his eyes hooded with lust, as he pumped into her. "You're doing so good, Miyeon," he praised, his voice a gruff growl that made her pussy clench around him. "So tight, so wet."

Miyeon felt a rush of pleasure at his words, her body responding to the praise. "I'm gonna cum, Y/N," she whimpered, the words a desperate plea for more. Her hips began to rock back into his, her movements growing more frantic as she chased the orgasm that hovered just out of reach.

With a groan, Y/N pulled out of her, leaving her pussy feeling empty and begging for more. He sat back on his heels, his cock glistening with her juices. "Look at what you do to me, Miyeon," he murmured, his hand stroking his length. "You make me so hard."

Miyeon watched him, her eyes glazed with lust as she felt the wetness between her legs. She had heard of squirting before, but had never experienced it herself. The thought of it was both exciting and a little intimidating. "How do I do it?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.

Y/N leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. "Just keep breathing," he instructed, his voice a gentle command. He slid his hand between her legs, his thumb finding her clit once again. He began to rub in firm, slow circles, his other hand reaching down to squeeze her ass. "Relax, and let it happen."

Miyeon took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed. She felt the pressure building, the warmth spreading through her core. Her pussy clenched around his thumb, her body begging for release. And then it happened. A gush of liquid spurted from her, soaking the bed beneath her.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and arousal as he watched her body convulse with pleasure. He had never seen anything quite so beautiful. "Fuck," he breathed, his hand still working her clit. "You're so perfect."

Miyeon's legs trembled, her body still riding the waves of her climax. "Ahh," she moaned, collapsing onto the mattress with a boneless thud. Her skin was slick with sweat, her hair a wild tangle around her face. She had never felt so alive, so alive and yet so utterly spent.

Y/N, his eyes never leaving hers, took her by the hips, gently lifting her ass into the air. His erection, still hard and slick with their combined arousal, nudged at her entrance once more. "Ready for more?" he asked, his voice a seductive rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Miyeon took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never felt so exposed, so open to someone else's will. But with Y/N, she felt something she had never felt before - a deep sense of trust and desire that overwhelmed any lingering fear.

And then, without warning, Y/N thrust into her fully, his entire length filling her in one swift, powerful motion. Miyeon's eyes snapped open, and she let out a sharp cry that was muffled by the pillow beneath her head. Her body tensed around him, the suddenness of the act taking her by surprise, even though she had been anticipating it.

"AHHHHH, SO BIG I AM CUMMING AGAIN," she screamed, her voice reverberating through the quiet hotel room. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, her walls pulsing in time with her racing heart. It was as if the dam had broken, and her orgasm was a flood that threatened to consume them both.

Y/N's pace grew more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove into her with a ferocity that took her breath away. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over her, each impact leaving her trembling and begging for more.

"Ahh, it's bulging under my stomach," Miyeon panted, the sensation of his cock filling her to the brim making her feel so full she thought she might burst. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her core.

Y/N's hand slid down to her stomach, feeling the base of his cock as it stretched her. His thumb dipped lower, teasing her clit once more as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "You're so tight, Miyeon," he murmured, his own voice strained with effort. "I can feel your pussy gripping me."

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, a mix of pain and pleasure on her face. "Ahh, yes," she panted, her hips rocking back into his, urging him deeper. "It's so... intense."

Y/N leaned over her, his hand moving to cup her face as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Miyeon." His thumb traced her cheekbone, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to fuck her with a rhythm that was both punishing and loving.

Her body responded to his words, another orgasm building within her. "Y/N, I'm gonna cum again," she panted, her voice a desperate whine that sent a thrill through him. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, her walls pulsing in time with the racing beat of her heart.

Miyeon felt the pressure building, the warmth coiling in her core. Her body was reaching a new peak, one she hadn't thought possible after her first explosive release. But with Y/N's expert touch, she knew she was about to shatter again. "I... I can't hold it," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and fear.

Y/N's eyes darkened with excitement as he watched her, feeling her pussy clench around him. "Don't hold back," he urged, his hips driving into her with a relentless pace. "Let it out, Miyeon."

Her body obeyed, and she felt the warm rush of liquid building up, pooling inside her until she couldn't hold it in any longer. It felt like she was going to burst, the pressure was so intense. And then, with a whimper, she felt it. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she squirted again, but this time the sensation was different. His cock was so deep inside her that she could feel the warmth of her own arousal trapped, unable to escape. It was an exquisite sensation, one that made her want to scream with pleasure.

"Ahh, fuck," Y/N groaned, his hand tightening on her hip. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured in amazement, his voice thick with lust. He pushed into her harder, his cock sliding through the slickness she had created. "Your squirting is making it so much better."

Miyeon's cheeks flushed at his words, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Her body had never responded to anyone like this, and she was eager to give him what he needed. She pushed back into him, her movements growing more erratic as she felt another orgasm building.

"I wanna cum, Miyeon," Y/N said, his voice strained as he fought for control. "Tell me where do I should put it."

The question sent a thrill through her, a mix of excitement and fear. She had never had a man ask her where he should cum before, and the idea was both taboo and incredibly hot. "Inside me," she gasped, her voice shaky with desire.

Y/N's eyes met hers, and she could see the fire in his gaze. He began to fuck her harder, his strokes deep and demanding. Each thrust sent her closer to the edge, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.

Miyeon's pussy tightened around his cock, her orgasm cresting. She felt his cock swell even more, and she knew he was close. "I'm gonna cum," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Inside me, please."

With a roar, Y/N gave into his own release, his cock pulsing deep within her as he filled her with his cum. She felt the warmth spread through her, a sense of completeness that washed away any lingering doubts or fears.

"Ahh, Miyeon," he groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. His grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place as he emptied himself into her.

Miyeon could feel every inch of him, his seed filling her, making her womb throb with the sheer fullness. It was a sensation she had never felt before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Ah, so full," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N withdrew slowly, his cock slipping out of her with a wet pop. He watched as a stream of cum and her own juices trickled down her thighs, painting the bed in a mess of passion. The sight was more erotic than any porn he had ever seen, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being the one to bring her to such an intense climax.

Miyeon's body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably. The feeling of his hot cum leaking out of her was strange but oddly satisfying. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and a hint of awe. "Was that... normal?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Y/N chuckled, his own chest heaving from the exertion. "More than normal," he assured her, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're incredible." He reached for a towel, cleaning her up with a tenderness that belied his earlier ferocity. "Your pussy is a wonderland," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.

As she lay there, panting and sated, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had faced her fears and given herself to Y/N completely. And in return, she had experienced pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

Y/N took her in his arms, pulling her close. "No, thank you, Miyeon," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "That was the most amazing experience of my life."

Their bodies remained intertwined as they drifted off to sleep, the aftermath of their passionate encounter still lingering in the air. Throughout the night, Miyeon's body remained a testament to the intensity of their love-making. She felt her pussy spasming, releasing more of her sweet juices onto the sheets. The warmth of his embrace was the only thing keeping her anchored in reality as she floated on a cloud of pleasure.

As the hours passed, their breathing synchronized, and the room grew quiet except for the occasional sound of their bodies releasing the tension of the day. Miyeon's pussy continued to spurt out liquid, her body reacting to the presence of his cum still deep inside her. It was as if her body was trying to cling onto the feeling of being filled, even as she slept.

The dawn broke, and the first rays of sunlight streamed through the hotel room's windows. They awoke to find themselves still entangled, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Y/N kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with affection as he took in her peaceful expression. He knew that he had been the one to give her this moment of pure bliss, and it filled him with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

Miyeon stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. She blushed, remembering the events of the night before. "It's morning," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

Y/N chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "It sure is," he said, his voice filled with a gentle teasing. "And we've got a whole day ahead of us."

The mention of the day ahead brought a spark to Miyeon's eyes, and she leaned in to kiss him, her lips hungry for more. But as she did, she felt the warmth between her legs, a reminder of the night's activities. She pulled back slightly, a look of embarrassment crossing her face. "I'm still... leaking," she said, her voice a whisper.

Y/N looked at her with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with lust. "It's okay," he assured her. "It's just your body's way of saying it enjoyed itself." He leaned in, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip before delving into her mouth.

The kiss grew more intense, and Miyeon felt the familiar stirrings of arousal. Before she knew it, he had picked her up effortlessly, his arms cradling her as he carried her into the spacious bathroom. The large, sunken bathtub was filled with steaming water, the city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was a sight that took her breath away, and she couldn't help but feel like a character in a romance novel.

He placed her gently into the tub, the warm water lapping at her skin as he followed suit. They sat facing each other, the water up to their chests, and began to kiss once more. The warmth of the water was soothing, a stark contrast to the fire that raged within her. She felt his hands on her thighs, sliding upward, and she parted her legs without a moment's hesitation.

Y/N took advantage of her openness, his hand moving to her pussy. He found her still slick with cum and her own arousal, and he began to stroke her gently. Miyeon's eyes fluttered closed, her breath hitching as she felt the beginnings of a new orgasm. The water sloshed around them as she leaned into his touch, her hands reaching for his shoulders to steady herself.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together as his hand worked her clit. She could feel the water lapping against her sensitive skin, adding to the sensation. He pushed two fingers inside her, his movements slow and deliberate, and she moaned into his mouth. The feeling of his cock growing hard against her leg was all the encouragement she needed to rock her hips against his hand.

Y/N broke the kiss, panting, and leaned back slightly. "I want you to ride me," he said, his voice a gruff command. Miyeon's eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly. She straddled him, the water sloshing around them as she positioned herself over his erection.

With a deep breath, she pushed herself down onto him, feeling the tip of his cock breach her entrance. "Ahh," she gasped, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain. But she didn't stop. She kept going, her hips rising and falling as she took him inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his.

Y/N's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she grew more comfortable. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt her pussy clench around him. "Keep going, Miyeon. Take all of me."

Miyeon nodded, her own eyes glazed with passion. She leaned back, her hands bracing herself against the edge of the tub. The water lapped at her breasts, adding to the sensation as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, and she couldn't help but moan.

"Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure. She felt his cock swell even more, filling her completely. "I'm gonna cum," she panted, her hips moving faster.

With a final, powerful thrust, Y/N pulled out, leaving her pussy gaping. He watched, entranced, as Miyeon's hips lifted off the tub's edge, her pussy squirting uncontrollably. The sight was like nothing he had ever seen before - a fountain of pleasure that seemed to flow endlessly. She threw her head back, her body shaking with the intensity of her climax.

"Ahh, ahh, Y/N," she panted, her voice a desperate plea. "I can't stop squirting."

He watched her, his eyes hooded with lust, as he reached for her waist. Before the flow of her orgasm could cease, he pulled her back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt. The suddenness of the movement made Miyeon's eyes go wide with surprise, and she let out a scream that pierced the quiet morning air.

"Ahh, my pussy was torn again," she gasped, the pain mixing with pleasure as she felt herself stretch around his thickness once more. But she didn't push him away. Instead, she leaned into the sensation, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both desperate and needy.

Y/N took her hips in his firm grip, holding her in place as he pumped into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bathroom, the water in the tub sloshing with each movement. Miyeon's orgasms came in waves, one after the other, each one more intense than the last. She couldn't believe how much she could take, how much she craved the feeling of being filled to the brim by him.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her hands over her mouth to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. Her body was no longer her own; it was a vessel for his pleasure, and she reveled in it. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, each guttural groan from his throat making her pussy clench around him.

"Fuck, Miyeon," he grunted, his own orgasm approaching. "Your pussy feels so fucking good." He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. Without a moment's hesitation, he guided her face closer, her eyes wide with surprise and lust. "Take it," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

Miyeon opened her mouth obediently, her heart racing. This was new to her, but she trusted him completely. She took his cock in her mouth, her throat tightening around the head as she deep-throated him. She could feel him swelling, his cum building at the tip as he fucked her mouth with the same fervor he had used on her pussy.

He watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of amazement and lust. Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, taking his length deeper and deeper until she couldn't handle it anymore. And just when she thought she couldn't take it, he came, his hot seed spurting into her mouth. She swallowed it all, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her own screams of pleasure.

The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced - salty and bitter, but somehow addictive. She licked her lips, savoring the flavor of him, feeling a sense of power in the act of giving him such pleasure. "All of it," he growled, and she eagerly obeyed, her tongue darting out to catch any stray drops that escaped.

As she swallowed the last of his cum, she felt another orgasm building within her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she moaned around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge.

With a roar, Y/N grabbed her hips and slammed into her one final time, filling her mouth with his cum as he emptied himself into her. The feeling of his release only served to heighten her own, and she came again, her pussy clamping down on his cock in a spasm of pure bliss.

When it was over, they remained connected, their bodies entwined in the warm water. "Swallow," he murmured, and she obeyed, her throat working to take all of him in. She felt his cock twitch in response, and she knew that she had done well.

They lay there for a moment, panting and sated, their bodies entangled in the aftermath of passion. The water grew cold around them, but neither moved to get out. The bond they had formed was stronger than any physical sensation, and for the first time in her life, Miyeon felt truly alive.

Miyeon looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and awe. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming his name.

Y/N leaned down, brushing a kiss against her swollen lips. "The pleasure was all mine," he said, his voice a low rumble. He knew that this was just the beginning, that their connection would only grow stronger with each shared moment of passion.

The water grew cold, but they remained in the tub, their bodies intertwined. The sun had risen high in the sky, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms. It was a new day, filled with promise and excitement, and Miyeon couldn't wait to see what it held for them. With Y/N by her side, she knew she could conquer anything America had to throw at her.

After they had caught their breath, Y/N helped Miyeon out of the tub, his hands lingering on her wet skin. They dried off, and he handed her an oversized jacket. "This is all you're wearing today," he told her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. She looked at him questioningly, and he smirked. "It's a surprise, but trust me, you're going to love it."

Miyeon slipped into the jacket, feeling the warmth of the material envelop her. It was so large that it practically swallowed her, reaching down to her mid-thigh and hiding everything beneath it. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what might come next. Was this a new kind of fashion statement? Or was there something more sensual behind his choice of attire?

They left the hotel suite and stepped out into the bustling streets of the city. Miyeon was used to the flashing lights and crowds of Korea, but there was something different about this place, something that made her heart race in a way she couldn't quite explain. She looked up at the towering skyscrapers, feeling both tiny and powerful at the same time. Y/N took her hand, leading her through the throngs of people with a confidence that was as intoxicating as it was reassuring.

Miyeon's mind raced as they walked, her thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation and curiosity. What was Y/N planning? Would they be recognized? What would people think of her dressed so... unusually? But as they strolled, she realized that no one was paying them any mind. They were just two people in love, enjoying a day out in the city. And for Miyeon, that was all that mattered.

The lingerie store was tucked away in a corner, a beacon of lace and silk among the concrete jungle. The moment they stepped inside, the scent of vanilla and sex hung in the air, making Miyeon's cheeks burn. She had never been in a place like this before, but the way Y/N's eyes lit up as he perused the racks made her feel like she was in the most natural place on earth.

"Y/n, my pussy still leaking," Miyeon whispered, feeling a little embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by the fact that she was sharing this intimate detail with him. He looked at her with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with mischief.

"I know, baby," he said, his voice low and soothing. "And that's exactly why we're here."

Y/N led her to a rack filled with the tiniest, most delicate pieces of lingerie she had ever seen. Thongs, panties, and g-strings in every color and design imaginable beckoned to her, and she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. He picked out a black lace thong, holding it up against the light to inspect it. "This one," he said, a grin playing on his lips.

Miyeon took the thong from him, her hands trembling slightly as she stepped into the dressing room. The plush carpet beneath her bare feet felt like a cloud, and she couldn't help but feel like she was in a dream. She slipped off the oversized jacket, revealing her naked body to the mirror. Her skin was flushed with excitement, her nipples hard from the cool air conditioning and the anticipation of what was to come.

Y/N followed her into the dressing room, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He couldn't believe his luck, having this gorgeous, famous woman all to himself. Without a word, he reached out and flipped her around, her body now facing the mirror. She gasped in surprise, but her eyes remained locked with his in the reflection.

He positioned her just right, her feet spread apart and her ass pushed out. "Look at yourself, Miyeon," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Miyeon stared at her reflection, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. She had never seen herself this way before - vulnerable, exposed, and so utterly desirable. Y/N's hands roamed over her body, his fingertips tracing the lines of her hips and the curve of her ass. She watched as he slid the thong up her legs, the lace tickling her sensitive skin. The reflection in the mirror only served to amplify the sensation, making it feel as if she was being touched by a hundred different hands.

Once the thong was in place, he stepped back, his cock already hardening at the sight of her in the skimpy lingerie. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice firm but gentle.

Miyeon obeyed, her breath catching in her throat as she saw his expression - a mix of hunger and admiration that made her feel like the most cherished thing in the world. She had never felt so exposed and yet so powerful. The lace of the thong barely covered her pussy, leaving little to the imagination.

"Now, bend over," he said, his voice a low growl. She complied, her hands on the dressing room chair, her ass high in the air. The thong stretched tight across her cheeks, the wetness from her pussy seeping through the fabric.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her spine. She shivered under his touch, her body responding instinctively. And then, without warning, he pushed the thong aside, exposing her to the cool air. He bent down, his mouth hot and wet against her skin. "You're mine," he murmured.

Y/N's hand found her pussy, his fingers sliding through the slickness that coated her folds. He teased her clit before plunging two fingers inside her, making her gasp. The sudden intrusion was enough to make her legs wobble, but she managed to stay upright, her eyes never leaving the mirror. She watched as he began to stroke his cock, his hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

Miyeon felt a rush of heat as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and pleasure. Y/N noticed her struggle and leaned in, his hand covering her mouth to muffle any sound she might make. The feeling of his warm skin against hers only served to make her more aware of the delicious pressure building within her.

He pumped his cock faster, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "You're going to cum for me, right here," he said, his voice a low command. And Miyeon nodded, her body already responding to his words. She felt her pussy tighten around his fingers, her juices coating his hand as he worked her closer to the edge.

The tension grew unbearable, and she felt the orgasm building like a storm within her. Y/N's hand moved from her mouth to her neck, his grip firm but not painful. "Come for me," he whispered, and she couldn't hold back anymore. Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she came, her eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of it.

The sound of his hand slapping against her skin filled the dressing room, the only noise other than their harsh, uneven breaths. He didn't stop, pushing her through the orgasm and into another, her body shaking with each stroke. She felt his cock throb against her ass, knew that he was close.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out, his cock pulsing in his hand. She watched in the mirror as ropes of cum shot out, painting her ass and the floor of the dressing room. "Swivel your hips," he ordered, his voice strained with his own climax.

Miyeon did as she was told, the movement making her pussy clench around the remnants of his fingers. He groaned, his hand moving to cup her sex, his cum mixing with hers. She felt a thrill of power, watching his hand move over her, marking her as his.

As the last tremor of her orgasm passed, he reached for his phone. "Smile, baby," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. He snapped a mirror selfie, his cock still glistening with their combined release, and her pussy swollen and red from their love-making. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but something about the moment felt right. The raw intimacy of it all made her heart race.

Miyeon looked into the camera, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she leaned into him. The mirror captured them perfectly - two bodies, one in the throes of passion, the other caught in the afterglow. The photo was explicit, but it was also beautiful in its honesty. It was a visual representation of their connection, a memory that would stay with her forever.

They left the dressing room, the sound of their laughter mingling with the soft jazz playing over the store's speakers. The clerk at the counter raised an eyebrow but said nothing, simply ringing up their purchases with a knowing smile. Miyeon felt a thrill of excitement as she realized that they had just had sex in the middle of a lingerie store, and no one had even batted an eye. It was as if the universe had conspired to give them this moment of pure, unbridled passion.

Y/N took her hand again, leading her out onto the sidewalk. The city was alive with energy, and she felt it pulse through her veins, making her feel more alive than she ever had before. They turned a corner, and she saw it - a sex shop, the neon sign blinking in the daylight. "Hey, Miyeon," he said, turning to face her with a playful smirk. "Ever played with sex toys?"

Her eyes went wide, and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. "No, I haven't," she admitted shyly. The thought of entering such a place was both terrifying and thrilling.

Y/N's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "Then it's about time we change that," he said, pulling her closer. He led her into the sex shop, the doorbell chiming as they entered. The air was thick with the scent of latex and musk, and Miyeon couldn't help but feel a little nervous. But she also felt something else - a sense of excitement that grew with every step she took further into the store.

They wandered through aisles of vibrators, dildos, and restraints. The walls were lined with DVDs, their covers displaying scenes that made Miyeon blush. But Y/N didn't seem to mind her inexperience; if anything, it only made him more eager to introduce her to new pleasures. "Choose something that catches your eye," he said, his hand brushing against hers.

Her gaze fell upon a display of anal plugs, and she felt a thrill of excitement. The idea of being filled there was both scary and intriguing. She pointed to a small, pink one, and Y/N nodded with approval. "Good choice," he said, taking it off the shelf.

He moved on to the next aisle, and her eyes landed on a pair of nipple clamps that were attached to a small, buzzing device. "But we need this too," he said, holding them up for her to see. She blushed a deeper shade of pink, but couldn't deny the curiosity that sparked within her. He demonstrated how the clamps could be adjusted for different levels of intensity, and the vibrations sent a jolt of anticipation straight to her core.

After paying for their purchases, they stepped out into the bright sunlight, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the warmth of the sex shop. Y/N led her to an empty park nearby, the only sounds the distant chatter of pigeons and the rustling of leaves in the trees. It was a hidden oasis in the middle of the bustling city, and Miyeon felt a strange sense of calm wash over her as they sat down on a bench.

He handed her the bag with the lingerie and the sex toys. "Open it," he said, his voice low and commanding. Miyeon's heart fluttered as she took the bag, her fingers fumbling with the paper. Inside, she found the small pink anal plug and the set of nipple clamps, the sight of them making her stomach clench with anticipation.

"Open your jacket, Miyeon," he ordered again, his eyes never leaving hers. She looked around the deserted park, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. But the thrill of doing something so daring in public was too tempting to resist. She took a deep breath and did as she was told, letting the oversized garment fall open.

The cool air hit her bare skin, making her nipples harden even further. She watched as Y/N took the nipple clamps from the bag, his eyes dark with desire as he approached her. He took one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb brushing gently over the sensitive peak. "Look at me," he murmured, his voice a soft command that she couldn't ignore.

Miyeon met his gaze, her heart racing as he leaned in to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers with the same gentle touch he had used on her skin. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his other hand found its way to her other breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, rolling it gently before the cold metal of the clamp closed around it with a sharp pinch.

Her gasp was muffled by his mouth, the pain quickly morphing into a throbbing pleasure that made her pussy clench with need. He waited for her nod before attaching the second clamp, the sensation sending a shockwave through her body that made her toes curl.

With the clamps in place, he leaned back, his eyes taking in the sight of her - her nipples standing proud, a stark contrast against the soft fabric of the jacket. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Miyeon felt a thrill of excitement as she reached into the bag once more, her hand trembling slightly as she pulled out the small, pink anal plug. She had never used anything like this before, but the memory of his fingers inside her last night made her eager to try.

Y/N noticed her nerves and took the plug from her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Trust me," he whispered. "You're going to love this."

Miyeon took a deep breath as she felt the tip of the plug nudge against her tight hole. The coldness of the material made her gasp, but she remained still, her eyes never leaving his as he slowly pushed it inside her. The sensation was strange, a mix of discomfort and a building pressure that sent sparks of pleasure through her body. She felt a twinge of pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the feeling of being filled, a sensation that was both new and exhilarating.

Y/N's hand guided her through the process, his eyes never leaving hers as he worked the plug in deeper. He was gentle, his movements measured and precise, ensuring she was relaxed enough to take it without causing her too much pain. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves. "You're doing so well."

When the plug was fully seated, he stepped back, his eyes raking over her with a mix of pride and lust. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "it's time for you to put on the lingerie."

Miyeon nodded, her heart racing as she opened the bag once more. She pulled out the black lace thong and matching bra, the delicate material feeling almost sinful against her skin. She slipped on the thong, the lace caressing her sensitive pussy, and then slid the bra on, her breasts spilling over the cups. The clamps on her nipples tugged with every movement, sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.

"Good," Y/N murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "Now, put the jacket back on."

Miyeon complied, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled the oversized jacket over her lingerie-clad body. The fabric rubbed against her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine. With the thong in place, the plug nestled in her ass, and the nipple clamps tightening with each breath she took, she felt like a bomb ready to explode with pleasure.

They walked out of the park, her heart pounding with each step she took. The wetness between her legs grew more pronounced, and she could feel the fabric of the thong sticking to her skin. Each time she took a step, the plug inside her moved, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her body. "Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with need, "I can't wait anymore."

He nodded, his eyes dark with desire. Without saying a word, he led her down a side street, his grip on her hand tightening. They turned a corner into an alley, the shadows swallowing them up. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the walls, the only indication that they weren't the only ones in the world. He pushed her against the brick, his body pressing into hers, his cock already hard and demanding.

"Here?" she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and excitement.

"Here," he confirmed, his voice a low rumble. He reached for her jacket, pulling it open to expose her barely covered breasts to the cool air. He leaned in, his mouth capturing her nipple, his teeth grazing the metal clamp. The sensation was almost too much, a blend of pain and pleasure that made her pussy throb with need. She moaned, her back arching as he continued to tease her.

Miyeon could feel the eyes of the city on her, could almost hear the whispers of those who might be watching. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the man before her, the man who had claimed her so completely, so utterly, that she would do anything for him.

Y/N's hand found her pussy, his fingers sliding through her wetness. He groaned against her skin, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through her body. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured. "Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?"

"Yes," she breathed, her voice shaky with need. "Please, Y/n. I need you."

Without another word, he shoved her down to her knees, his cock standing tall before her. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she sucked him deep. His hands were in her hair, guiding her, controlling her movements. She could feel his excitement, his desire for her, and it only served to fuel her own.

He pulled her to her feet, his eyes never leaving hers. He pushed her back against the wall, the rough bricks scraping against her skin. With one swift movement, he pulled the thong to the side, his cock sliding into her pussy. She gasped as he filled her completely, the plug inside her ass adding to the sensation.

"Fuck it was so full," Miyeon whispered, her voice a mix of amazement and pleasure. Y/N's eyes blazed with lust as he began to thrust into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the alley. The plug inside her moved with each stroke, the pressure building until she thought she might split apart.

Her pussy was so wet that she could feel it running down her thighs, and she knew that she was going to squirt soon. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Ahh, I wanna squirt," she managed to say, her voice breathless.

Y/N groaned at her words, the sound of her need pushing him closer to the edge. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. "Do it," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Squirt for me, Miyeon."

Her body responded instantly, her pussy clenching around the emptiness he'd left behind. The plug in her ass was a constant reminder of his claim, the pressure inside her building. And then, it washed over her - a wave of pleasure so intense that she couldn't contain it. Her pussy began to pulse, spurts of her juice squirting out, coating the alley's floor with a sweet, musky scent.

Y/N watched, his hand still on his cock, stroking it with renewed vigor. His eyes never left hers as he brought himself to the brink, her orgasm pushing him over the edge. "Cum with me, Miyeon," he said, his voice tight with need. "Together."

And with that, he thrust back inside her, his cock filling her completely. The sensation of being so full, so claimed, sent her spiraling into another orgasm. Her pussy clenched around him, her squirt mixing with his pre-cum as he drove deep, his movements punctuated by the sound of their bodies slapping together.

He picked her up, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. Miyeon wrapped her legs around his hips, her feet dangling in the air as he fucked her against the wall. The cold brick pressed into her back, adding to the sensation as he moved within her. She could feel the plug inside her shift with each stroke, the pressure building until she was sure she would shatter.

"Ahh, so full," she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him swell inside her, his cock thickening even more. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his seed spurting into her womb, filling her completely.

Miyeon's body responded in kind, her pussy clamping down on him as she squirted around his cock. The feeling was overwhelming, the intensity of their shared climax making the world around them fade away. They remained like that, locked in their passion, for what felt like an eternity.

When it was over, Y/N's arms remained around her waist, supporting her trembling legs. They both panted, their breaths mingling in the cool air. He leaned in, kissing her gently. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

Miyeon couldn't help but smile, her body still singing with the aftershocks of pleasure. "So are you," she said, her voice barely a whisper. They stayed there, their bodies joined, for a few more moments, basking in the afterglow of their love.

As they pulled apart, Y/N tucked his cock back into his pants, his gaze never leaving hers. He helped her stand, his eyes lingering on the wet spot between her thighs. "Let's go back to the hotel," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "We've got more exploring to do."

Miyeon nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She knew that there would be no going back to the innocent girl she was before she met him. But she didn't care. With each new experience, she felt herself growing, becoming more of the woman she was always meant to be. And she knew that with Y/N by her side, she could conquer the world.

They walked out of the alley, the city's noises rushing back in. But it was different now - the world had shifted on its axis, and nothing would ever be the same. They were no longer just two people; they were a force to be reckoned with, a symphony of desire and passion that could never be silenced.

The hotel lobby was a blur of marble and chrome, the chandeliers glinting in Miyeon's eyes as they made their way to the elevator. She was acutely aware of the plug in her ass, the throb of it reminding her of their earlier escapade with every step she took. Y/N held her hand, his grip firm and reassuring, as if he knew the tumult of emotions swirling within her.

The elevator ride was silent but for the faint sound of their breathing, the anticipation palpable. When they reached the room, he didn't even bother to close the door behind them before he pinned her against the wall, his mouth on hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, tracing the lines of the nipple clamps and the plug, his touch sending shivers through her.

Miyeon's hands moved to his shirt, frantically working the buttons free. She needed to feel his bare skin against hers, to reaffirm that this was real. Her fingers danced down to the waistband of his pants, finding his cock, already hard again. She stroked him through the fabric, his groan urging her to go further. He pulled away from her, his eyes smoldering with desire as he reached for the zipper of her jacket.

In one swift motion, he stripped her of the oversized garment, the nipple clamps digging into her sensitive flesh as they swung freely. He took in the sight of her in the black lace lingerie, his gaze lingering on her erect nipples and the wetness staining the crotch of her thong. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

With trembling hands, Miyeon helped him remove the clamps, the sudden release making her gasp. The sting of pain was quickly replaced by a rush of blood, making her breasts feel even more sensitive. Y/N discarded the clamps on the floor, his eyes never leaving hers as he hooked his thumbs into her thong and pulled it down, exposing her to him once more.

He reached behind her, his fingers sliding along the base of the plug. "Ready?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she braced herself. And with one swift motion, he pulled the plug from her, the sudden emptiness making her whimper.

"Ahh," Miyeon said, her body shivering with the loss of the intrusion.

"Suck my dick, Miyeon," he said, his voice a command that she couldn't resist. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving his. He stepped closer, his cock mere inches from her face. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could almost taste the desire that coated the air.

Miyeon leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his cock. He was already hard, the evidence of his desire for her gleaming in the soft light of the hotel room. She licked all the way down the shaft, her tongue tracing the veins that stood out in stark relief against the velvet skin.

"Yeah, Miyeon, just like that," Y/N groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. He guided her head, showing her the rhythm he liked, the depth he craved. She took him in her mouth, her throat working to accommodate his length as she swallowed him whole.

He watched her with a mix of awe and desire, her eyes watering slightly but never leaving his. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice tight with pleasure. "So eager to please me." His praise sent warmth through her, bolstering her confidence. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock as she took him back out.

The sound of her sucking grew louder in the quiet room, the only other noises their heavy breaths and the faint "gluk glukk gluk" of her saliva. She felt the pressure building in her jaw, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the way he was looking at her, the way his hips began to rock slightly, urging her to go faster.

Y/N grabbed her hair, his grip firm but gentle as he started to set a rhythm. Miyeon's eyes watered as he picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. She could feel the muscles in her throat contracting around him, her eyes fluttering shut with the intensity of the sensation.

His hips began to move in time with her bobbing head, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Miyeon felt a thrill run through her, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. His breath grew ragged, his grip on her hair tightening as he approached climax. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine.

"Miyeon, baby," he grunted, his voice strained. "You're going to make me cum." She nodded, eager to taste him, eager to show him just how much she wanted this. Her mouth moved faster, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. His eyes rolled back in his head, his body tensing as he reached the peak.

And then, with a strangled groan, he came, his warm cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he filled her throat. His grip on her hair loosened slightly, his body going limp with the force of his orgasm.

Miyeon looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, the taste of himself still lingering on her tongue. "You're perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

With a gentle tug, Y/N led her to the couch, his cock still hard and demanding. He laid her down, her legs spread wide, the damp fabric of her lingerie clinging to her skin. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "I want to feel you all around me."

He slid into her, his cock filling her pussy in one smooth stroke. She gasped at the sensation, her body tightening around him. He began to move, his hips setting a steady rhythm that made the couch creak in protest. "Your dick feels so good," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and amazement. "So...so good."

Y/N's eyes never left hers, his expression one of pure hunger as he fucked her. "Your pussy," he ground out, "is so tight, Miyeon. So wet." He leaned in, his teeth grazing her ear. "I can feel how much you want to cum."

Miyeon's hips bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she neared the edge. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I need to cum."

Y/N's movements grew more urgent, his strokes deeper, harder. "Cum for me," he growled, his own need echoing in his voice. "Show me how much you like my cock."

Her body responded to his words, the pressure building until she couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahh, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.

Y/N watched her, his own climax building. "Again," he demanded, his voice strained with effort. "Cum for me again." And with a few more powerful thrusts, she did, her pussy spasming around him as she screamed out his name.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking - the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of her pussy, the harshness of their breathing. And through it all, Y/N remained focused on her, his eyes never leaving hers as he brought her to peak after peak.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he slammed into her, his cock pulsing as he reached his climax. He filled her with his seed, the sensation sending her over the edge once more. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared release.

For a moment, the world outside the hotel room ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, their bodies joined, their hearts beating as one. And as they lay there, gasping for breath, Miyeon knew that she had found something special, something she had never even dared to dream of.

Y/N pulled out, his cock slipping from her with a wet sound that made them both shiver. He leaned in, kissing her softly as he wrapped her in his arms. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a promise and a declaration.

Miyeon nodded, her eyes shining with love and lust. "I'm yours," she said, her voice a soft echo of his.

With a smirk, Y/N picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the kitchen, the coldness of the marble countertop a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. He set her down gently, his cock still hard and demanding. "I want to feel your tight pussy on my dick," he said, his voice a low growl.

Miyeon leaned back, her hands braced on the counter as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one firm thrust, he was inside her, her wetness coating him as he filled her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into the counter as she felt him stretch her open. "Ahh, so good," she moaned, her hips rocking back to meet him.

Y/N leaned over her, his hand cupping her face as he kissed her deeply. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and amazement. "Your pussy is perfect."

Miyeon's eyes never left his as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with a delicious rhythm that made her toes curl. "Your dick is so big," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "It feels so good inside me."

Their bodies moved together, a dance of passion that had been building since the moment they'd met. The kitchen was now their stage, the gleaming appliances the only audience to their love. Y/N's hips snapped against hers, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. "I want you to cum," he said, his voice tight with his own need. "Cum all over my cock."

And Miyeon did, her body bowing as she shuddered with the force of her climax. She screamed his name, her pussy contracting around him as she squirted all over the counter. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and power that left her breathless.

Y/N watched her, his eyes dark with lust. "Again," he said, his voice a demand that she couldn't refuse. He began to pound into her, his strokes deep and unrelenting. She moaned, her pussy clenching around him as she neared the edge once more. "Y/n, it's so good," she panted. "I'm going to cum again."

And she did, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. They remained like that, their bodies joined, for a few moments longer, the kitchen a testament to their passion.

When it was over, they both leaned against the counter, panting and smiling. "That was amazing," Miyeon whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

Y/N leaned in, kissing her softly. "It's just the beginning," he said, his voice filled with promise. "We've got all night."

With that, he picked her up again, carrying her to the balcony. The cool evening air kissed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. He set her down on the edge of the railing, her legs draped over the side. She could feel the cool metal against her back as he positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her already-soaked pussy.

He pushed into her, filling her completely. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "So tight."

Miyeon gripped the railing, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, the sensation heightening every stroke he made inside her. "It feels so good," she whispered, her voice a moan of pleasure. "Your dick is so big."

He began to fuck her in earnest, his hips pistoning into her with a rhythm that made her toes curl. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her up until she was sure she couldn't take any more. "You're so wet," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy is begging for it."

Miyeon nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "It's so eager," she said, her voice breathless. "It wants to cum."

"Cum for me, Miyeon," he urged, his strokes growing faster, harder. "Let me feel you squirt all over me."

And with that, she did. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she came, her juices spurting out over the balcony. She could feel the wetness running down her thighs, the sensation making her even more sensitive.

Y/N watched her with a smirk, his own need building. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and command. "Keep going."

Miyeon's body responded, her hips moving in time with his. She could feel another orgasm building, her pussy tightening around his cock with every thrust. "Ahh, Y/n," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "It's so full."

"Your pussy is so tight," he said, his voice strained. "It's like a fist around my dick."

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, her body shaking with the force of her climax. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to end. "More," she begged, her voice a whimper. "I need more."

Y/N's eyes narrowed, his strokes becoming more urgent. "You're going to get it," he promised. And with one final, powerful thrust, he reached his own climax, filling her pussy with his cum.

They stayed there for a moment, their bodies joined, the sound of their heavy breathing the only noise in the night. And as they looked into each other's eyes, Miyeon knew that she had found something that went beyond the confines of a simple vacation fling. This was something real, something that could last.

"Y/n, my pussy," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. "It's sore." But even as she said the words, she felt a thrill run through her. The pain was a reminder of the pleasure they had shared, a badge of honor that marked her as his.

Y/N's only response was to kiss her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth as his cock remained buried deep within her. He didn't care that she was sore, that her pussy was tender from his relentless pounding. All that mattered was the desire that still burned between them, a need that seemed to grow with every passing moment.

He picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. The soft light from the lamp cast a warm glow over their entwined bodies as he laid her on the bed, the sheets a tangled mess from their previous encounters. He positioned her so that her legs dangled over the side, her pussy open and inviting.

Without a word, he slid into her again, her moan of pleasure muffled by the kiss. His strokes were slower now, more deliberate, as if he were savoring every inch of her. And Miyeon, despite her protests, couldn't help but arch her back, her hips meeting his thrusts as she sought her next release.

They fucked like that for hours, Y/N's cock never leaving her pussy except to tease her clit or slide into her ass. She came over and over, her body a symphony of sensations that she had never before experienced. Each orgasm was a crescendo of pleasure that left her trembling and weak, her voice nothing but a series of incoherent cries.

In the window, her body was bared to the night, the cool breeze whispering over her skin as he took her from behind. In the bathtub, the warm water lapped at their bodies as he pounded into her, her cries echoing off the tiles. And in front of the corridor, the risk of being caught only added to the excitement, the possibility of discovery making her pussy clench around him even tighter.

The hotel room became their playground, each corner a testament to their passion. The bed creaked under their weight, the couch bore the marks of their desperation, and the floor was sticky with their mixed juices. And still, Y/N didn't stop. His stamina was like that of a creature from myth, a beast that feasted on her desire and grew stronger with each passing moment.

As dawn approached, Miyeon's voice was nothing but a series of breathless gasps. Her body was a canvas of pleasure, painted with sweat and the evidence of their love. But she didn't want it to end. With each new sunrise, she felt herself changing, growing more and more into the woman she was always meant to be.

And when the sun finally peeked through the curtains, they were still at it, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself. The soreness was forgotten, lost in the haze of their shared ecstasy. And as the first light of day bathed the hotel room, they collapsed onto the bed, their hearts racing and their bodies sated.

Miyeon looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and lust. "More," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper. And Y/N, his body still hard and ready, smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Always," he promised, his voice a low growl.

And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in unison. They had conquered the night, claimed every inch of the hotel room, and each other. And when they woke, the world would be theirs to explore once more, their love a beacon that could never be dimmed.

Days turned into nights and back again as they reveled in their newfound freedom. Y/N had become more than just a lover; he was her confidant, her guide, her everything. And with each passing moment, their bond grew stronger, their desire for one another insatiable. They fucked in every corner of the hotel suite, leaving a trail of passion in their wake.

The time came when Miyeon had to prepare for her flight back to Korea. The thought of leaving him was a knife to her heart, but she had an idea. "Y/n," she said, her voice soft and filled with hope. "Will you come back to Korea with me? Be my personal assistant. That way, we can be together all the time."

Y/N looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and lust. "I'll do anything for you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. And with that, he nodded, sealing their fate together.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. They fucked in the back of the limo on the way to the airport, the thrill of the unknown driving them closer together. And once they were back in Korea, nothing changed. Y/N was by her side, fulfilling his duties as her personal assistant and her lover with equal passion.

After each concert, when the screams of adoring fans had faded into the night, they'd sneak away to the quiet solitude of her dressing room. There, amidst the glitter and chaos, he'd peel away her stage costume, his kisses leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He'd fill her up, his cock claiming her once more, reminding her that she belonged to him, and he to her.

Their secret love affair grew with every day, every touch, every whispered promise of more to come. They'd steal moments in the green room, his hand slipping into her pants as they talked over the day's schedule, her body tightening around his fingers as she struggled to keep her composure. And in the quiet of the night, when the world outside was fast asleep, they'd explore each other's bodies with a hunger that never waned.

In the bustling city of Seoul, they found their own brand of nirvana. Y/N would take her to secluded places, his cock buried deep inside her, as they made love in the shadows. The thrill of discovery, the danger of being caught, it all added to the allure. They were unstoppable, a force that could never be contained.

And so it went, their lives a tapestry of love and lust, of passion and desire. Every day was a new adventure, every moment a chance to push the boundaries of their love. They were bound by something far stronger than duty or obligation, a connection that transcended the ordinary.

In the end, it was clear that this was no fleeting fling, no holiday romance. This was something real, something that would last. And as Miyeon looked into the eyes of the man who had claimed her body and soul, she knew that she had found her home.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "For making me feel so alive."

Y/N kissed her softly, his hand tracing the line of her jaw. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, his voice a promise. "Forever."

Their story didn't end with the final beat of the tour or the closing of the hotel room door. It was just the beginning of a love affair that would span continents and conquer hearts. And as they stepped into the bright lights of their future together, Miyeon and Y/N knew that nothing would ever be the same again. They had found in each other a love that was as fierce as it was tender, a bond that was unbreakable.

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tojirights · 1 year ago

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I absolutely love your Alastor smut! Is there anyway you can make one where your Vox’s ex and Alastor decided to somehow show off to Vox how much reader loves his c*ck more?? A special broadcast maybe?? Please keep up the great work!

a/n: i love vox but if there's one thing i love more, its making him feel inferior to alastor 😍 this is soo good. REQUESTS OPEN! 🩷

tags: 18+ smut nsfw!

vox thought alastor couldn't get any worse, there was nothing that shit-for-brains demon could do to enrage him more. that was until valentino told him that alastor had a new pretty little thing hanging on his arm. "he WHAT?!" vox's voice cracks from the sheer force he puts behind those words. valentino snickers, watching vox run to his security room.

and there you were, locked arms with that fucking deer demon, walking down the street. you looked absolutely enthralled with that fucker! "you've gotta be fucking kidding me..." he growls, static filling his vision. as if alastor can sense that they're being watched, he winks at the camera and pulls you down a more secluded path. vox puts his fist straight through the screen before pacing around the room. it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before his ears pick up that voice, that shitty radio voice.

"good evening viewers!" alastor begins, making vox's head spin around. the tvs were blank, just audio playing through them. he's about to smash the rest of them when something catches his attention. he swears he hears a familiar noise, your noises specifically. then he hears you panting, and blood rushes to his groin first and then his face. "thank you for tuning into a very special late night broadcast." alastor's voice sounds... breathier.

"what the fuck is-" vox mutters to himself before his eyes go wide. "o-oh god." you moan, sounding far too sexy. and enjoying yourself far too much. "yes alastor, fuck. that's so good." your whines play out, filling the room and vox is just about to lose it. "is alastor fucking your ex?" valentino leans against the doorframe, a smug look on his face. "you’re so tight, my dear. your cunt was made for my cock just as i was made for radio." he laughs to himself, his hands finding your hips as he fucks you over his desk.

this little plan of his was working just as intended. he asked, of course, if you'd be interested in ruffling your exes feathers a little bit and you agreed. this special broadcast was only being shown directly to vox through his security. not a single other soul would be able to hear you but vox. it sent a certain chill up your spine, knowing that he was definitely listening. every thrust of alastor's cock presses you harder into the desk, bruises sure to form later in the evening.

"that's kinda hot, yknow-" "SHUT UP VAL." vox feels as though he's about to implode, anger coursing through him in a way he's sure he's never felt. "i am going to finish him. both of them. they won't live this down."

valentino covers his mouth to stop from laughing. "it sounds like they're about to finish each other." and he was right. your breathy little moans are a dead giveaway. "please, please your cock feels so good. g-gonna cum." vox paces the room, plotting your downfall but his cock is hard as a fucking rock in his pants.

"such a good girl, you are. you sing so pretty my dear." alastor grunts, pressing the head of his cock up against your cervix before he feels you clamp down around him. with every pulse of youe orgasm, alastor follows. "cum alastor, p-please fill my pussy." you gasp, riding out wave after wave of deep pleasure. vox should turn this off, he should walk away but he can't make his feet move.

and after alastor finishes deep inside of you, filling you to the point of it leaking down his cock, he lets out an almost sinister chuckle. "thank you my loyal viewers for tuning in for this one of a kind show! we hope you thoroughly enjoyed."

the room is silent after the broadcast ends. that is, until velvette clears her throat. "was that alastor fucking your bitch?" she raises a brow, a slow smirk spreading over her lips when she sees vox's face.

"no one talk to me. i have business to attend to." and with that, vox disappears, leaving valentino and velvette to themselves.

"bold move, i gotta hand it to him."

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smutoperator · 24 days ago

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A Day With a Superstar

Im YoonA x Male Reader (special guests: YoonA's personal trainer, Choi Sooyoung)

Part of Legends series

Tags: aerial spit roasting, anal, backshots, biggest fan, carry fucking, dirty talk, facesitting, (lots of) facials, floor sex, gym, high intensity sex, insatiable mommy, lingerie, mating press, prone bone, sex on the stairs, squatting, strip teasing, threesomes (MMF and FFM)

Word count: 9887.

Chapter 1 - Morning Workout

YoonA wanted to celebrate her 35th birthday in style. She knew she had to do something special for this milestone, as she remained one of the most popular girls in her country nearly two decades into her career. So she decided to hold a contest.

YoonA sent a message to her fans that she would hold a competition to see who her biggest fan was. Through the lead-up to her birthday, she had them answering questions about the most obscure details of her career until a winner was finally crowned.

"Congratulations," YoonA sent you a message as you won her contest. "For being such an incredible fan, you will get the chance to spend a whole day with me. Come spend your time with your favorite superstar during her birthday. Greetings, Im YoonA," she said in the message sent to you.

You arrived at the place YoonA told you to meet her. At first, you didn't understand why she decided to choose the gym where she does her daily training to stay fit as she ages like a fine wine, but soon you would find out why.

"Good morning," YoonA said as she greeted you with a kiss. "Come inside, it's my birthday, but I'm the one who has a surprise for you," she said. "Sure," you answered her, still starstruck and still pinching yourself trying to check it was just not a dream. You were really with YoonA, the face of the nation's girl group.

YoonA led you inside the gym as she crossed the public area into her VIP room. "So you have a room all by yourself to train? How expensive! You surely are the it girl," you said to her. "Thank you," she answered. "It took me years of hard work, and now I wanted to share it with my biggest fan," she continued.

"That's my personal trainer," YoonA said as a bulky guy entered the room. You were surely a strong dude, but he was no slouch either. "Are you ready to have a training session with us?" she asked. "Of course, anything for my beautiful queen," you replied, showing how much you worshipped her.

YoonA started exercising, sharing kisses with you in between. Her trainer slowly took her jacket off and started massaging her around her tits, YoonA moaning as he ran his hands on her. "I'm gonna need some good training today, if you know what I mean," she said.

The trainer kept touching YoonA, as you just watched, before making your first moves and kissing her while touching her. In one go, the trainer ripped her jacket, YoonA letting out a shocking awe as her long torso popped out right in your sight.

YoonA got on her knees and started showing what she really wanted, massaging both your bulges under your and the trainer's shorts. "Oh shit," she said, pulling your shorts in one go to suck your cock, the trainer pulling yours to get his pole sucked too. YoonA started taking turns between both cocks. "Oh shit, baby, that's what I want to see," the trainer said.

You pushed YoonA's pretty face against her trainer's cock, enjoying her getting stuffed by his massive pole while you waited your turn. YoonA quickly switched the attention to your cock next. "So you're really nasty when the cameras are turned off, aren't you?" you asked her. "Yes, I am," she answered.

YoonA kept taking turns between both cocks. "Swallow that dick," the trainer commanded her. "You like that? Seeing my pretty face covered in spit?" she asked him, increasing the speed of her jerking his cock off and then licking yours. She kept stroking both shafts hard.

"Choke on his fucking dick," you told YoonA as her trainer grabbed her pretty face and made her bob her head on his cock. YoonA made sloppy sounds and then dove to his balls. "Such a sexy baby," you said to her, giving the first spank on her ass as YoonA kept worshipping her trainer's balls.

You popped your cock in and out of YoonA's pretty face, then enjoyed as you watched her give you a no-hands blowjob. "You look so fucking beautiful all stuffed up with that cock," you told her. YoonA also dove to suck your balls before giving you a soul-sucking deepthroat.

"Suck that motherfucking dick, make it wet," YoonA's trainer said, shoving her head against your cock. YoonA kept picking up the pace, gagging hard on your cock and stroking it fast. "Open your mouth and suck that cock," her trainer kept dictating to her.

The more YoonA sucked both cocks, the hungrier she got. Soon, she started taking both in her mouth at the same time, licking both tips like crazy and savoring it. "You like that?" she asked them. "God, my pussy is so wet already," she continued as she stroked both cocks at the same time.

"I want these cocks taking turns in my fucking pussy; you guys better give it to me," YoonA commanded as she got back into a standing position. "Take it off," she commanded to both of you as she got stripped naked in a hurry. Soon, you dove between her long legs, burying your face in YoonA's ass as you started eating one of Korea's most valuable pussies.

"Fucking eat that pussy," YoonA commanded as you savored her juices while her trainer fucked her pretty face and she spat on his cock. "All that nasty fucking spit getting that cock wet," she said, jerking it off just as you started the motion to shove your cock inside her pink pussy, unable to resist the urge as the amazing scent of her fuckhole already turned you into a slave for YoonA's majestic pussy.

You slowly penetrated YoonA from behind, her knowing what was coming and arching her back to get your cock deep in her pussy while she hugged her trainer. "HOLY FUCK, AHHHHH, OH MY GOD, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, OH MY GOD," YoonA started screaming as you fitted your whole nine inches of length and seven inches of girth inside her loose mommy pussy. But little did she know taking that massive cock all the way deep would be the easiest part.

You lifted YoonA's slender, tall body in the air and started pumping her pussy as hard as possible from the get-go, fucking her in an unusual but very hot aerial spit roast, YoonA clinging to your legs as she got manhandled by cocks on both sides of her body, you enjoying as she gagged on her trainer's cock while you used her pussy like a fleshlight.

"OH SHIT, OH MY GOD, UHHHHHh" YoonA moaned as you put her back on her feet but barely gave her any room to breathe, attacking her pussy at full speed in a standing position. She held onto her trainer's shoulder, trying not to lose her balance as you were using her like no guy had done before. "SHIT," she kept moaning, switching sides and letting her trainer give a pounding of her pussy while she choked herself on your cock and tasted her hole from it.

"OH MY GOD, THAT'S SO MUCH COCK, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT," YoonA kept moaning as you grabbed her and started carry-fucking her. Not even five minutes had passed, and all you wanted to do was fuck the shit out of her, making her cheeks clap hard as she moaned and her body bounced. "AH, AH, AH, AH, FUCK," she moaned, you pumping her pussy hard.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," YoonA kept moaning as she kept getting passed around like a hot potato, her trainer taking her on a standing doggy as soon as you dropped her back to the floor. "OH FUCK," YoonA screamed, arching her body down. You two kept taking turns on her, spinning YoonA's body from one side to another and penetrating her like crazy. "Is that what you want, you fucking slut?" you asked her.

"YES, YES, THAT'S WHAT I WANT," YoonA answered as you pinned her against one of the gym's pieces of equipment, lifting her long legs. "It's a free-for-all, boys," she said, indicating she wanted to get used like a bitch from both your cocks. "THAT'S GOOD, THAT'S GOOD," she moaned, you putting her leg upwards as she clung onto the equipment and looked at you with sexy eyes. "Get all that fucking dick in that pussy," YoonA begged, licking her chops as she stretched her legs while you two stretched her pussy.

"Get on the floor and ride this cock," you told YoonA, who promptly obliged as she sat on your pole and looked up to her trainer. "Am I riding it good?" she asked him, you spanking her ass as you pumped your cock up her pussy while she sucked her trainer's cock. "Spread that fucking ass," she told you as you did it, pounding her very hard and clapping her cheeks, YoonA answering with crazy squats on your cock, matching your intensity. "OH FUCK," she moaned as you two dueled against each other.

YoonA got herself on all fours, turned her backside towards her trainer as he shoved his cock in her pussy. You stayed on that floor, YoonA sucking and stroking your dick as her trainer slapped her ass. "I'm a bad girl, bad girl, FUCK," she moaned. The trainer grabbed her waist and took her cock further up her pussy. "That dick is so fucking deep, give it to me hard and deep," she commanded.

"Make me take it," YoonA commanded as her trainer grabbed her hair and fucked her even harder. She dropped her head down and dove into your balls. "Lick those fucking balls," you commanded. "FUCK," she screamed, her trainer giving her deep thrusts that hit her cervix nonstop.

You pushed YoonA back in your direction, pumping her pussy hard from down on the floor and reaching to finger her clit. "OH SHITTTTTT!" she screamed as she got ragdolled. YoonA quickly answered, riding your cock before you put up even more heat, destroying her loose pussy with fast thrusts, her trainer muffling her moans with his cock.

"Give it to me," YoonA commanded as you continued to thrust in her pussy. Her trainer grabbed her head, the only sounds coming from the room being her moans and your cock clapping against her pale skin. "OH FUCK THAT'S DEEP," she screamed. "You like that, bitch?" her trainer asks, YoonA nodding positively.

"YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, AH, AH, AH," YoonA continued to moan as she went from riding one cock to another, squatting harder on her trainer. "Bet you like this training," YoonA said to him, bouncing on his cock as you now stuffed her mouth. "Get it, bitch," you said to her, the trainer spreading her ass and pounding her hard.

YoonA kept squatting on her trainer's cock. "OH FUCK," she moaned, spitting on your cock as the trainer hit her deep. "Spin around," the trainer told her, YoonA smiling at you. "Wanna watch that pussy get destroyed just like you did to me?" she asked, her trainer pumping her loose cunt hard.

"Fuck, my pussy is so fucking full, give me all that cock," YoonA said as she started riding her trainer's hard. You kissed her, stroking your cock and eventually shoving it in her mouth as YoonA got destroyed. "Slap that cock in my fucking face," YoonA begged.

Quickly you would want a piece of her too, as you yanked YoonA from her trainer's grasp and grabbed her for another round of carry-fucking. "Destroy that fucking pussy, take me," she begged. You turned her to her trainer, him pounding her in a standing position with YoonA standing on just one leg. "OH MY GOD, OH SHIT, GIVE IT TO ME, THAT DICK IS FUCKING DEEP, I'M SO FUCKING WET," she moaned.

"Just shut up and suck my cock," you said to YoonA as she clung to it not to lose her balance. Her trainer kept grabbing her hair, pushing her body in his direction as he used her hard. YoonA moved her hips, meeting his thrusts as she licked your torso.

"I could do backshots all day on this bitch," the trainer said, but YoonA had different plans, getting on her knees and tasting her incredible pussy, whose scent was all over those two cocks. "That's what I'm talking about, so fucking hot," you said. YoonA bobbed her head all over her trainer's shaft, you groping her tits from behind as she sucked his dick.

"We want more of that pussy," YoonA's trainer said, taking her on all fours in a hot spit roast. "I love that tongue all over my cock," you told her, grabbing YoonA's head and fucking her face. "TAKE IT, MAKE ME FUCKING TAKE IT, FUCK, THAT'S WHAT I FUCKING WANT, FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME," YoonA begs, you two still flipping her around and taking turns fucking her on all fours.

You keep testing new angles to penetrate YoonA's pussy, pounding her in a tilted motion as you stretch her pussy out. "Give it to me, pound that fucking pussy with that big fat cock. You like that shit, don't you?" she says as you take control of her slutty body, her trainer pushing her body against yours as she chokes on his dick and her pussy queefs.

The spit-roasting on all fours keeps going. "OH FUCK, AH YEAH, SHIT," YoonA says as her trainer spanks her ass. "Get in there, slut," she says. "I can't feel my fucking legs; I'm so fucking numb with so much cock," YoonA says. She moves in your direction, squatting on your cock. "Get it, motherfucker," she says. You have different plans, lifting her lower body and diving between her legs to eat her amazing pussy while she lays her head on her floor and sucks her trainer's cock.

YoonA moans as her holes get worshipped on both sides. You give her pussy a little tap before her trainer pins her against the floor. "OH FUCK," she moans, moving her hips against his cock. "Get those big fucking hands in my ass and fuck my pussy," she says. You two take turns giving YoonA a nice round of fucking and spanking. "OH, THAT'S FUCKING DEEP IN MY PUSSY," she screams from time to time.

YoonA puts her ass up and face down as you fuck her. "I love how you fucking spank me," she says as you pick up the intensity and aim to make her ass red. "You like watching that?" she asks her trainer. "Yes," he answers. "Then watch this," she replies.

YoonA drops to the floor, letting you mount on top of her in a prone bone position as her trainer watches. The slippery gym mat gets more and more drenched in sweat as you press her sexy body against it, showing her who owns her pussy. "Give it to me; I want all that fucking cock," she begs. "Stroke for me," she commands to her trainer as he watches you two fucking.

"That dick is so good," YoonA tells you. "You like it deep inside you, pussy?" you ask her. "Yes, take it all the way," she begs. You completely top her like an alpha man. "I AM GONNA FUCKING CUM ALL OVER THAT COCK," she screams, barely able to move as you stuff your cock hard and deep inside her. You two share kisses. "I love the way you fuck me so deep, ahhhhh," she moans.

You pick up the speed, YoonA's cheeks getting clapped hard. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she repeatedly moans. "I take a good dick, don't I?" she asks. "Turn my fucking pussy into your free-use hole," she begs, while still looking at her trainer and commanding him to stroke his dick as she watched you bring YoonA into total submission.

"You like watching him destroy my pussy? It looks so fucking lovely," YoonA asks her trainer. "Come destroy it too," she says, you letting him take his turn as he wraps his arms around her body. "OH GOD, PUSH IT, FUCK," she moans as she looks at you up top, the roles now reversed. "I like that; I like getting fucked like a whore on the floor by those big fucking cocks, oh fuck," YoonA says.

"RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE," YoonA commands as she is completely immobilized on the floor. She licks the sweat that falls from her body. "Stroke it for me, watch me be fucking nasty, AH, AH, AH, YES BABY FUCKING TAKE IT," YoonA moans, getting closer and closer to her orgasm. "Did I take it good?" she asks you. "Hell yeah," you answer.

"Keep sharing this fucking pussy," YoonA says as you get back on top of her. YoonA can barely think straight; she just turned into a fleshlight. "Get in that fucking pussy," she says. You attack her pussy hard, pressing her body to the fullest against the floor. "GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, YES, YES," she begs. She grabs her trainer's legs as your hard thrusts make her cheeks recoil. You hump your body against hers, taking full advantage of your favorite girl.

"I love cumming all over that big fucking cock, SHIT, SHIT," YoonA says. "I'm so spoiled from taking all this fucking cock, I want you to destroy me until I can't walk tomorrow, make me take every fucking inch of it, turn me into your fucking slut," she begs, the whole nine inches of your cock balls deep in her pussy. "Yeah, right there, right there, that's the fucking spot, pound that fucking pussy, shit, shit," she continues to beg.

"Look at that big, fat, fucking cock using my pussy," YoonA says to her trainer, sharing more kisses with you. "TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT," she begs, you attacking her pussy harder than ever. "I'M FUCKING COMING," she screams. "FUCK YES, FUCK YES," she continues to scream, both of you closer than ever to orgasming.

"You wanna cum in my face? Cum in my pretty face? I earned it, giving that fucking cum. Give it to me," YoonA begs and promptly gets it, you pulling out and painting her beautiful face white as soon as she says those words. Her trainer follows suit, YoonA taking two huge loads in her face and letting them drip down her body, sucking both cocks one last time, and milking every last drop.

"Thank you for such an amazing morning of hot, sweaty sex," she says, heading towards taking a shower. The day is just starting, and she has much more to offer to you.

Chapter 2 - Anal Dessert

YoonA took you to her ample home, looking as if she was brand new despite a nice session of sweaty sex. As lunchtime was nearing, she started cooking for you and served you a nice meal. "Thank you," you answered. "If you eat it all like a good boy, you'll get a nice dessert," she replied.

You did just as YoonA asked, eating all of her delicious lunch. "Good boy, the dessert will be on the way," she said. But instead of starting to prepare it, YoonA went upstairs, confusing you about what trick she had up her sleeve next. And boy, it was an incredible one.

YoonA descended down the stairs. Her outfit was truly jaw-dropping, her wearing just red lingerie with knee-high black socks and high heels. She started teasing you first, dancing a bit in her amazing outfit, making very seductive moves as she looked at you with her sexy eyes. She moved her ass, shaking it and arching it in your direction, before doing some squats. You weren't aware this was a spoiler of what was about to come.

The stripteasing kept going, YoonA showing you all her sexiness and slowly getting you hard. She pulled her bra to the side, exposing her bare tits and smashing them against each other, before fully taking her bra off and tossing it aside. Next, she started spreading her cheeks, making sexy moves with her butt, and playing with her garters. She walked in your direction, taking off the garter support and leaving herself wearing just her panties, socks, and heels.

YoonA went to the stairs of her house, playing with her panties and touching herself. "You like what you see, baby boy? Does this turn you on? Those pretty red panties?" she asked. "They make me feel so sexy; if you treat me well, you can take them as a trophy," she says.

You are insanely horny and can't resist YoonA's tease as you start touching her ass. "You wanna play?" she asks, hitting your hand just as it grabs her butt. You answer with a couple spanks of your own, grabbing YoonA's panties by her string. "What about these?" she asks, turning around and letting you touch her tits. "Wanna squeeze them? Grope them?" she asks.

You put your thumb in YoonA's mouth, getting it wet as you slowly move down her body. "Good boy, tease my pussy," she says, pulling her panties to the side and letting her touch the hole you had destroyed just a couple of hours ago and that is as wet as ever. You pinch her firm mound. "Come here," she says, you getting close to her and sharing kisses with YoonA, touching her beautiful, firm ass while doing so and hitting it a couple times, making her smile.

You dive to suck YoonA's tits and kiss her neck; the vixen quickly reacts and gets back control. You pull her thong to the side, exposing her tight asshole. She takes your shirt off and starts kissing and licking your torso, slowly getting down as she searches for that bulge under your pants, kissing it while still clothed, before she yanks your belt off, kissing your belly before your cock pops out.

YoonA licks the tip of your already hard cock, teasing it as you take your pants off. She puts it in her mouth, taking it very slow and performing a very sloppy and sensual blowjob. "Oh yeah," she moans, licking your shaft a few times from your balls to the tip. She strokes it, paying extra attention to your sack. "Does it feel good?" she asks. "It feels amazing," you answer her as she takes a bit more of your cock in her mouth.

"Sit down," YoonA commands, and you follow, sitting on the stairs. She gets on all fours, her ass already up as she crawls in your direction for another round of cock-sucking, you opening her legs and stroking your cock as she dives right between them, taking it deep in her throat. "Oh yeah," you moan, YoonA throating and jerking your cock off, getting it very wet and preparing it for that special afternoon, your cock getting bigger and bigger as YoonA works her magic on it, taking it balls deep in her mouth.

"Stay right there," YoonA says as she gets back up. You stretch your arms and pull her panties down, tossing them out as she gets ready to sit on your cock, taking it deep and twerking on it from the get-go before giving it some straight bounces. "Oh yeah," she says.

You push your cock up YoonA's needy mommy cunt and spank her ass while doing so. "Yes, baby, fuck that pussy," she says, taking it like a champion as you pick up right where you left off in the morning. But this time, YoonA is more prepared, retaking control and squatting nicely on your cock while leaving her tits towards your mouth.

You keep hitting YoonA's butt, which only makes her push harder. "Oh shit, fuck me," she moans, pressing her hands against your torso as she bounces perfectly on your cock. You try to counter her, grabbing her ass and pushing your cock upwards. But YoonA shows she can take it well, tilting her body and showing she's gonna come out on top. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, give it to me," she begs, riding you like an Amazon.

"I want you to fuck me right here," YoonA says, getting herself up and putting her right leg on the handrail. Her loose pussy is wide open, and you take advantage of it, quickly putting it back as you grab her hair with one hand and her ass with another, fucking her hard at the handrail.

"YES, RIGHT THERE, AHHHH, AHHH, AHH, OH MY GOD, OH FUCK, OH SHIT, YEAH, YEAH, YOU LIKE THAT, BABY BOY?" YoonA moans as you use her well, just like you did at the gym in the morning. You pick up the speed, spanking her ass and clapping her cheeks nonstop. "LIKE THAT, LIKE THAT, OHHHHH," she moans, putting both her legs back on the ground to cope with the fast thrusts you give to her pussy.

"You're fucking amazing," you tell YoonA. "I know, I've got the best pussy in the whole country," she says, bragging. She moves her hips to meet your thrusts, but you quickly grab her ass and waist and put her in her place. You pull out and spread her cheeks, eating her pussy out. "Yes, baby, worship that pussy and lick that ass," she says, noticing your tongue also sweeping her butthole.

"Get your dick back and spread that ass, oh shit, oh my god," YoonA moans as you pump her pussy hard, groaning as you grope her tits. You kiss her back, grabbing her ass while YoonA arches herself, getting further apart from the handrail. "Yes, fuck it, holy shit," she commands, tilting her body against the handrail.

"AH, AH, YEAH, AHHHHHH," YoonA screams loudly as you keep fucking her pussy nonstop. "Come taste it," you tell her, YoonA turning around and deepthroating your cock nicely. "I taste so sweet on that cock," she says.

"Come upstairs, I have a surprise for you, the dessert you were waiting for," YoonA says. You follow her, amazed by her ass cheeks bouncing up and down as she quickly climbs upstairs despite her high heels. You are ready to do anything this beautiful woman asks, as she gets you to a little room right after the stairs and says the words that would drive you crazy.

"I want you to fuck my ass," YoonA goes straight to the point, stroking your cock as you kiss her. You ramp up the intensity, sucking her tits as she plays with your shaft, paying special attention to the area against the tip.

"Be gentle, baby, my ass is really tight, I'm very selective, only the best boys get to fuck it" YoonA says. "Then I'm gonna fuck that pussy a couple more times before," you say, carrying YoonA and putting your cock back inside her wet cunt, fucking her once again in one of your favorite positions.

"OHHHHHHH," YoonA screams as you clap her cheeks hard. She masterfully bounces on your cock while her body is lifted up. You quickly try to counter, you two dueling like two horny demons. "You're so fucking wet," you tell her. YoonA gets back on the ground, sucking your cock and tasting herself one more time.

"Are you ready? I know I'm ready for you." YoonA teases you. She lies on the couch, spreading her long legs, her pink, used-up pussy contrasting with her very tiny asshole as she fingers herself. You spread her ass, trying to gape it before you put your cock in there.

"Play with my ass, warm it up; that nice pretty ring is all yours now," YoonA says as you stick your tongue out to lick her rectum. "Oh shit, yeah, put your tongue in it," she says, rubbing her clit as she watches you work that tongue all the way deep in her anus.

"That feels fucking great, baby," YoonA says. "You like eating my ass, don't you, baby?" She asks. "Get it ready for that big cock," she keeps commanding, you now extremely focused on eating YoonA's cherry-flavored butthole as best as you can, wiping her ass in your face.

"Put your finger in my ass," YoonA commands as you oblige, sticking your left index finger in her butthole. "Fuck, it feels so soft," you tell her, penetrating it with your finger and thinking of your cock going down that dark tunnel of hers. You switch to your middle finger and tease her. "You wanna take up your asshole?" you ask her. "Yes, give it to me," YoonA answers.

Before you go inside YoonA's backdoor, you push your finger into her mouth and let her taste her anus. She closes her eyes, enjoying as she takes it all, smiling to you as you give a few extra tongueings in her asshole. "Slide your fingers in and out of my ass nice and slow," YoonA commands, letting you tease her for a little bit more. "That feels so good," she says.

"Are you gonna finally stuff that big, fat cock in my ass?" YoonA asks, spreading her cheeks. You struggle at first, but quickly her needy hole swallows your cock up. "Yes, just like that," YoonA says as she enjoys your monster shaft disappearing under her dark hole. "There you go, push all that cock in my ass," she says.

You take it very slow at first, amazed by the extreme tightness of YoonA's ring. "You like that tight little ass all for you?" she asks you. "Work it just like that, nice and slow, push it all the way deep, make me take all that cock," she commands. "HOLY SHIT," she screams as you do so, catching her a bit off guard with your massive size.

"Is that good?" you ask YoonA as she reaches to finger her clit. "Yes, baby, that's good," she answers. "OH MY GOD, OH MY FUCKING GOD, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, YEAH, YEAH," she loudly moans. "Make me take all that fucking dick, give it all to me," she continues, you attacking her ass hard now and making the first clapping sounds.

"You like that, a good fucking ass for you? You like how I spread my long legs for your cock to fuck my tight ass?" YoonA asks as she talks dirty to you. "Keep going, stuff that cock in my fucking ass, oh shit, that feels so good," she moans.

"My ass is all nice and opened up for you," YoonA says as you keep pushing. You bring her legs together, adjusting their position to push your cock even deeper. "YEAH, OH MY GOD, THAT'S FUCKING GOD, AHHHH, OH SHITTTTT," she screams. "OH MY GOD I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM," she continues to scream, her body shaking and bouncing with your hard thrusts, her perky tits jiggling.

"I FUCKING LOVE THAT DICK IN MY ASS," YoonA announces it loudly. You make sure she loves it even more, continuing to push hard as she fingers herself. "You like it too, opening that ass up with your big fucking cock and making me your bitch," she says. She lifts her legs up, offering you her feet for you to taste while you fuck her. "Suck that fucking feet too," she says.

"Lick my fucking toes, they are all for you," YoonA says as you continue to fuck her. She takes her heels off as you start licking her feet. "You like that, dirty boy, don't you?" she asks, shoving her feet in your face. "SHIT," she curses, spreading her cheeks for you. "Such a good fucking cock," she says.

"Take it in your fucking mouth," you say to YoonA, who gets on her knees to suck your cock. "My ass tastes so good," she says, taking a little time to savor it. "You want some more?" you ask her. "Of course," she answers. "Then get to the floor," you reply.

YoonA lies on the floor, you penetrating her backdoor in a spooning position and pounding her hard from the start and making her cheeks clap. "AH, AH, AH, OH MY GOD, YES, SPREAD THAT SHIT, FUCK THAT ASS," she begs. "Are you noticing my goosebumps? It's because it feels so fucking good," she says. You grab her right leg, attacking her ass nonstop. "OH MY FUCKING GOD, YES, THAT'S FUCKING DEEP IN MY ASS, YES, FUCK," she screams.

"THAT'S A LOT OF COCK IN MY FUCKING ASS, OH SHIT," YoonA continues to scream as you fuck her butthole balls deep while groping, pinching, and slapping her tits. "Yes, baby, smack my nipple while you make me take all that dick," she commands. You kiss her boobs and her pretty mouth. "My dirty fucking boy, who loves to stuff his big fucking dick in my ass and make me his dirty bitch," she says, giving you a sexy look.

"Let's go, baby, play with that pussy while you fuck my ass," YoonA says as you finger her cunt and insert a couple of fingers down it. The hard pounding keeps going, YoonA praying to God as she enjoys the hard anal drilling she receives. You spread her cheeks. "You love that fucking ass, don't you?" she asks.

"Oh my God, that fucking big cock is so amazing in my ass," YoonA says, spanking her own cheeks as she gets fucked. "OH YES," she screams. "I wanna ride that big fucking cock," she says. You lie on the floor, YoonA impaling her ass full of your cock in a reverse cowgirl position and smiling as she gets ready to ride.

"Stuff it in there," YoonA says as she takes your cock in her ass. She just spreads her legs and lets you pump upwards as hard as you can. "Yeah, that's good," she says, trying to keep her balance amidst your hard thrusts. "OH MY GOD THAT'S FUCKING GOOD, HOLY SHIT," she moans as her cheeks get clapped hard, you making her body giggle like crazy.

"YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE ME FUCKING CUM, AREN'T YOU?" YoonA asks loudly. She starts bouncing hard on your cock as you take a little break from your hard thrusting, only to quickly come back with full force. "Look at you, baby boy, you want that fucking asshole so bad you can't stop fucking me hard," she says, taking a massive pounding like a champion.

"TAKE MY LITTLE FUCKING ASSHOLE," YoonA commands as your cock tries as hard as possible to destroy it. YoonA teases you, spinning on your cock for a bit only for you to attack her butthole. "Fucking fill my asshole, spread it open," she begs, you fingering her pussy as you pump her backdoor.

"I'm gonna cum again, FUCK!" YoonA moans as you put a pair of fingers in her cunt. "My pussy is soaking wet because I love dick in my ass," she says, you moving your hand from her pussy straight to her mouth for her to taste. "Keep going, put your fingers in my pussy, I want to feel full," she says. You do just as she wants, finger-fucking her wet cunt. "Let me taste, let me taste it," she begs.

YoonA keeps getting her asshole drilled hard. You now put her under a full nelson and just plow her to loud clapping sounds of your balls into her skin. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," she screams as you use her. "You love all my holes, don't you, baby boy? My pussy, my ass, my mouth—you love using them like I'm a good fuck toy," she says.

"Stay there," YoonA says, pulling out as she sits on your face and moves to perform a nice 69 on your fat cock, taking it deep down her throat and tasting the flavor of her ass. "I love stuffing it down my throat balls deep," she says as she does so. She crawls back to the couch, getting on all fours and teasing you, pushing some of her fingers up her asshole.

"I want you to cum all over my pretty face again, but first, I want one more round of you fucking my ass," YoonA says. You promptly oblige, stuffing your cock up her butt in a hurry, grabbing her ass, and fucking it really fast. "Yes, like this," she says.

"Spread that ass open," YoonA says as you tease her asshole going in and out. "Pull my fucking hair," she says, you doing it as she moves her hips against your cock. You spank her butt hard. "That's it, that's what I want, OH FUCK YEAH," she moans. "Take that fucking ass, make me take it like a dirty fucking whore, like the nasty bitch I am," she says, you giving YoonA the best ass-fucking of her life.

"BEG FOR MY FUCKING CUM, BABY BOY," YoonA says as she starts squirting on the couch. "OHHHHHH," she screams loudly, your cock pumping her ass at full speed. "You like when my tight ass squeezes your big fucking cock?" she asks, looking at you. "I can't help myself; that cock is so good. I love cumming all over it, like a fucking nasty girl," she says.

"Push it all the way in, take that cock balls deep in my ass," YoonA says. "I like that, feeling all that cock up my guts," she says. You pull out a bit to look at her beautiful gape. "Admiring your good work, baby boy?" she asks.

"Fuck my ass until you cum in my face, dirty fucking boy," YoonA commands as you get closer and closer. You grab her butt, stuffing her ass full of her cock. You grab her hair, just fucking her with no regard. "USE MY FUCKING ASS TO MAKE YOU NUT, I WANT THAT CUM ALL OVER MY FUCKING FACE, USE THAT FUCKING ASS, MAKE YOURSELF FUCKING CUM, USE IT AS HARD AS YOU WANT, I CAN FUCKING TAKE IT, THAT'S FUCKING RIGHT," she commands, enjoying every second of your hard pounding.

"GIVE ME THAT HOT FUCKING LOAD ALL OVER MY PRETTY FUCKING FACE," YoonA begs as you fuck her so hard you can't take it anymore. You grab her waist hard and pound her at full speed. Her ass finally milks you as you pull out and unload another big load in her face. "Your milk tastes so good," she says as she takes it in her mouth and swallows it all.

"Don't think it's over yet, baby boy; there is still the dinner to go," YoonA says.

Chapter 3 - My Friend for Dinner feat. Sooyoung

YoonA takes her time as she starts to prepare the dinner. You try to kiss and cuddle her, but she rejects your advances. "Don't distract me," she says, not distracted at all, just wanting you to save all the horniness in your hot young body for her dinner surprise.

The doorbell rings just as YoonA has finished making the dinner. "Greet our guest," she tells you as you oblige and open the door for her longtime friend Sooyoung. "Hello, pretty boy, looks like YoonA got a nice gift for her birthday," Sooyoung says as she sees you, greeting you with a couple kisses.

Sooyoung, YoonA, and you have a nice dinner with lots of good food and a couple of glasses of wine and champagne. After all things are done, you three seem to be full, but that can't be further from the truth for YoonA.

"Do you guys want to go to my bedroom?" YoonA asks. "Sure, it's my favorite place in your house, YoonA," Sooyoung says. YoonA kisses you as she opens the door of her bedroom for you to see it for the first time. YoonA opens another bottle of champagne, and you three drink it on her bed. "You know why I invited you here, don't you?" YoonA asks Sooyoung.

"Yes, you can't fool me, YoonA," Sooyoung says. She takes off her shirt and shows you and YoonA her lingerie. "You came well prepared, such a good friend," she says.

YoonA starts massaging your already hard cock, desperate to fuck her in her bed. "I think she likes it," she says with a big smile on her face and looking at Sooyoung. She massages your bulge a little bit, teasing her friend. "Come here," she says, giving the sign to Sooyoung.

Sooyoung and YoonA share some kisses in front of you as a little tease before both of them move to touch your bulging erection. You offer your thumb for Sooyoung to suck, the way she does it already telling you she can suck a dick like a pro. YoonA unveils your massive cock to her friend as it pops out in one go, licking the tip and sucking it a couple times.

"Wanna taste it?" YoonA asks Sooyoung, who takes it deep in her mouth. You thought things couldn't get better, but having two beautiful members of your favorite group with their mouths all over your cock was something you wouldn't expect even in your wildest dreams.

Sooyoung takes your cock deep in her throat masterfully, not using her hands to give you a hot blowjob, smiling at you as she stuffs her mouth full of cock. "Is she good?" YoonA asks as she kisses you. "Well, she's amazing," you answer. "Such a good girl, isn't she?" YoonA asks. "Absolutely," you ask.

"I love that cock; you always manage to find some fine, thick, large cocks, YoonA," Sooyoung says. "Then suck it harder," she tells Sooyoung, pushing her friend's head against your shaft. Sooyoung takes it with ease, choking all over your dick and sending shivers down her spine with her incredible cock-sucking lips.

YoonA takes Sooyoung's lingerie off, stripping her friend naked as she keeps sucking you hard and deep, her face buried between her legs. "If you are loving her mouth this much, wait until you see her pussy," YoonA says as she keeps watching Sooyoung bob her head on your cock. But YoonA wants a piece of it too, taking your cock in her mouth as you get yourself naked in front of both girls.

Sooyoung dives down on your balls as YoonA gives you a perfect no-hands head-bobbing blowjob. "Oh yes," you say as both girls team up on your cock, YoonA licking your tip and then sharing kisses with Sooyoung. "It's been a while since I've seen such a good, big, fat cock, with all due respect to my boyfriend, his is really small compared to this one," Sooyoung says.

"Give me your tongue," YoonA says to Sooyoung as both girls team up to lick your tip together. The girls shove you to the bed, YoonA spitting on your cock as they taste it like ice cream. "I wanna see that tongue going up and down this cock," YoonA says, Sooyoung taking the bottom of your shaft while YoonA takes the top. The two girls then switch. "Suck it," YoonA says, pushing Sooyoung's face against your shaft.

"You like that?" YoonA asks as Sooyoung keeps moving up and down your shaft. "Oh yeah," you answer. "Keep stuffing your mouth on that cock, suck that big fucking dick, you nasty girl," she says to Sooyoung, pushing her face harder down your cock. "Give it to me, let me taste it too," YoonA says, each girl licking one side of your shaft.

"You look so pretty with that cock in your mouth," YoonA says to Sooyoung. "You wanna feel her pussy?" she then asks you, sharing some more kisses. "Get on that fucking cock, ride it," YoonA commands, stripping herself naked too, jerking your cock off and guiding it inside Sooyoung's pussy.

"Ohhhhh my God, it's so big," Sooyoung says, but she starts riding it hard from the get-go, YoonA watching it as she slaps her friend's ass and pushes her to go hard. "That dick is so good in your fucking pussy," YoonA says, letting Sooyoung bounce like a good slut, kissing her friend as she sits in your face.

"Grind on that fucking cock," YoonA tells Sooyoung, who does it just as she asks, moving sensually open and down your cock. "Eat my fucking pussy while she rides you," YoonA commands, her folds all over your mouth.

You feel in heaven, Sooyoung's pussy in your cock and YoonA's in your mouth. "I wanna taste it. Give it to me. Give me that fucking cock; it's mine," YoonA says, pulling your cock out of her friend's pussy to taste the amazing flavor. "Stuff it back in your pussy," she says, spitting on it and making Sooyoung ride it hard as she keeps pushing her body down your shaft. "Take it, take it," she says.

"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh," YoonA starts moaning as your tongue in her folds makes her feel amazing. You choke Sooyoung while she rides your cock. "Spread that ass," YoonA says, diving to lick her friend's asshole as you start pounding Sooyoung from down low. "That's so fucking sexy, that big fat cock working all over that pussy," she says.

"OH YEAH, THAT'S SO FUCKING AMAZING," Sooyoung screams. She squats hard on your cock, YoonA spanking her ass. "You like that? That big fucking cock in your pink pussy?" YoonA asks her friend. "YES, IT'S SO BIG," Sooyoung answers as she closes her eyes and moans loudly, getting more spanks from YoonA, who now dives to worship your balls.

"Pretty girl, pretty girl, bouncing on that cock," YoonA says as she grinds her pussy in your face and kisses Sooyoung, leaving you the opening to pump up her friend's pussy. "Go sit on his face," she says, the girls swapping positions, YoonA taking your cock in her pussy and grinding hard on it while Sooyoung grinds her ass in her face.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, shit," YoonA moans as she bounces on your cock. "Ride that fucking face," she says to Sooyoung, stretching to spank her ass. You can't resist and pump your cock up her pussy. "That dick is so fucking good, I can't say that enough times," she says, fingering her clit as she takes your pumping. "Oh, fuck, oh God," she moans.

"Cum all over his fucking face, cover him with fucking pussy juice, ah, ah, ah, ah," YoonA commands to Sooyoung as her friend ramps up the intensity of her grinding on your face. YoonA closes her eyes, riding your big fat cock to perfection, her moans driving you insane. "Nice and deep, nice and deep," she repeats. You reach to grab her ass while she reaches to grab Sooyoung's neck.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me like I'm your pretty bitch," YoonA begs as you attack her pussy, hammering it as hard as possible. "OH FUCK," YoonA screams. "You wanna pound that fucking pussy hard and deep?" she asks you. Sooyoung decides to watch, licking YoonA's pussy as she enjoys her friend getting stuffed full of your cock.

"You want that for you too, don't you, bitch?" YoonA talks dirty to Sooyoung as her friend dives into her pussy. You grab YoonA's legs, pushing her in your direction for a full nelson pounding while Sooyoung takes more of her friend's clit. "Oh, she wants that pussy. I can't blame her; it tastes so fucking good," YoonA says as you lock her long legs with your arms and pound her hard and fast, Sooyoung's tongue all over her clit.

Sooyoung takes your cock out of YoonA's pussy for a little tasting, spitting on it. "Stroke his cock into my pussy, put it back inside, and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, good girl," YoonA commands as Sooyoung follows her instructions to perfection. "Now give it to me," YoonA says, putting her legs up for another hard pounding, giving Sooyoung the perfect view of your cock pumping her like a piston.

"You know I like the way you fuck me hard, the way you use me like a bitch, OH FUCKKKKKK," YoonA moans. "Make me cum," she begs, sharing kisses with Sooyoung as her friends rub her belly. YoonA lets Sooyoung taste your cock, pushing Sooyoung's head down your shaft using her feet. "I wanna taste it too," YoonA says, both girls fighting hard for every inch of your big dick.

"I want you to bend over like a good girl," YoonA tells Sooyoung, who obliges. "Let's get her," YoonA says, putting Sooyoung's face down and ass up while you grind your cock against Sooyoung's ass crack. YoonA sucks your cock all the way deep, preparing you for more of Sooyoung's pussy, your cock sliding in easy as she watches it. "That's so pretty," YoonA says.

YoonA tongues Sooyoung's asshole as you feed your cock to her between thrusts into Sooyoung's cunt. "You wanna come, bitch?" YoonA asks her friend, Are you enjoying the perfect view of your cock going in and out of Sooyoung's pussy. "She wants to cum all over that cock," YoonA says, you choking her while spanking Sooyoung's ass.

"Make her take it," YoonA commands as she gets on top of Sooyoung. "I'm so close," Sooyoung moans as you increase the pressure, pumping her hard and firmly grabbing her waist. You take turns spanking both girls' asses. "AH, AH, AH, FUCK," Sooyoung screams. "Yes, take that cock, you pretty bitch, take that big dick; that's a good girl," YoonA talks dirty to her.

"Spank it," YoonA tells you as you oblige and hit Sooyoung's pale ass. The spank makes Sooyoung's brain tilt, her moving her hips up and down your shaft as YoonA watches. You continue to spank her. "Stuff it in her fucking pussy," YoonA says. "I'm so fucking close," Sooyoung tells her. "Then spread that fucking ass," YoonA commands, grabbing Sooyoung's cheeks and pushing her against your massive shaft.

"OH MY GOD, AHHHHHH," Sooyoung moans as her ass recoils hard when pressed against your crotch. "Give it to her, make her cum all over that fucking dick," YoonA says, rubbing Sooyoung's tits as you give her friend very hard thrusts. Sooyoung's hair is now very messy, all over her face. "She wants to cum all over that cock, baby boy," YoonA says.

"Bounce on it, bounce on it," YoonA commands as Sooyoung follows, moving her hips hard to take your pole as deep as possible. "Wrap that pussy all over that cock," YoonA continues to command. "Look at how sexy she is bouncing on that dick, oh shit," YoonA says, you sucking her boobs while fucking Sooyoung.

"OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM," Sooyoung screams as she coats YoonA's bedsheets. "Look at that juicy pussy. wanna see it?" YoonA asks as she tastes your cock straight from Sooyoung's cunt, spreading her friend's meaty lips for you to see that pink hole you just used very well. "Look at that pink little pussy all spread for you," YoonA says.

"Such a beautiful pussy, I want it on my face. Sit on my fucking face with that pretty pink pussy," YoonA commands, lying on her bed as Sooyoung gets on top of her. "Ahhhh, ohhh," Sooyoung moans as YoonA starts eating her out. You put one of your legs on the bed, taking YoonA into a mating press position as you get ready to fuck her pussy as hard as possible one more time.

"HMMMM, HMMMMM, HMMMM," YoonA moans on Sooyoung's pussy as you start fucking her. "Ah, fuck, ah, fuck," Sooyoung also moans as YoonA eats her out. You use all your strength, attacking YoonA's pussy at the fullest. "OH SHIT, OH SHIT, AHH, AHHH, AHHH," YoonA moans, clinging to Sooyoung's pussy as she grinds her face on her friend.

You and Sooyoung share kisses as YoonA keeps getting pounded hard. "Fill that fucking pussy, baby," YoonA begs as Sooyoung gets out of her face and decides to watch you destroying her friend's hole. YoonA puts her legs up. "OH FUCK YEAH, SHIT," she moans as Sooyoung kisses her.

"THAT'S FUCKING DEEP, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM," YoonA moans as you slap her bouncy tits and make her body swing with your hard thrusts. You get on top of her, sharing some kisses with her. "You wanna watch that pussy spread for that fucking cock?" she asks Sooyoung. "Yes, I love watching you two fuck," her friend answers.

"Your cock is so fucking nice and hard in my pussy," YoonA says. Sooyoung comes in to taste it a bit. "Yes, taste that juicy pussy, such a good girl," YoonA says as Sooyoung spits all over your cock. "Put it back, nasty girl," YoonA commands, spanking Sooyoung's ass as she guides your cock back inside.

"Oh, it feels so big," YoonA moans as you go back to slowly fuck her. Sooyoung stays there, rubbing her friend's pussy as the two share some kisses. "Spread my fucking legs and make me take it," YoonA commands. "OH YES, OH YES, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM ON THAT DICK," YoonA moans, clinging to Sooyoung's body as she gets pounded. "FUCK YES, FUCK YES, OH SHIT, she screams.

"Keep going, work on that pussy, yes, yes, yes," Yoon moans. You bring her body closer to yours. Sooyoung just admires the view as you keep pounding her friend. "OH, OH, OH," YoonA moans, wet sounds coming out of her pussy as her legs tremble in orgasm. You get close to her, giving YoonA passionate kisses as you continue to fuck her good. "Spread my pussy wide open," she begs.

You take a little break to eat YoonA's pussy out. "You like to lick that amazing pussy, don't you, baby boy?" she asks. You put it back inside, Sooyoung. "That's fucking deep, oh god," YoonA moans, clenching her legs as she gets more and more sensitive. You slap your cock against her clit. "OH FUCK," she moans, squirting all over her bedsheets.

"Suck that fucking cock," YoonA commands to Sooyung, who obliges, closing her eyes and bobbing her head on your shaft using no hands as she tastes her friend's wet juices. YoonA comes to the side to watch, pushing your cock deep inside Sooyoung's mouth. "You like it down your throat, don't you, slut?" she asks.

"Give me that pussy," YoonA tells Sooyoung, spreading her friend's legs as both of you team up to eat her out. YoonA gets your cock wet, moving her head sideways as you insert it back inside Sooyoung's pussy. "OH FUCK, IT'S SO BIG," Sooyoung screams. "Right, isn't it?" YoonA asks, teasing her friend and kissing her.

"Are you scared of him getting deep in your pussy?" YoonA asks Sooyoung, fingering her clit. "So big, so deep in your fucking pussy, huh?" YoonA teases her friend. "OH FUCK," Sooyoung screams, closing her eyes as you hit her cervix. "Take it all in your fucking pussy," YoonA commands, enjoying Sooyoung getting pounded into oblivion while she kisses you. "That pussy is tight, isn't it?" she asks you.

"OHHHHHHH," Sooyoung moans as you give her a deep mating press. "Take it like a good girl," YoonA tells her. "IT'S. SO. FUCKING. DEEP." Sooyoung screams, barely able to handle the heat you give into her pussy. YoonA enjoys her friend getting pounded. "TAKE IT ALL, PLEASE, AHHHH," Sooyoung screams. "OH YES, YES, YES, YES," Sooyoung continues to moan. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH," more screams come out of her mouth, YoonA just loving it. "You like that?" she asks her friend, Sooyoung, so wasted she can barely breathe. You two kiss each other as you use Sooyoung like a fuck toy, sticking your cock as deep as possible in her pussy.

YoonA puts her butt in Sooyoung's face and offers you to lick her holes as you fuck her friend. But watching her pussy wide open gives you a different idea, as you stick your cock back inside YoonA and mount on top of her while Sooyoung eats her pussy. "OH YEAH," YoonA moans. You fuck Sooyoung's face to help you with some spit. "Fuck her pretty face," YoonA says, enjoying your cock attacking her pussy deep while Sooyoung's tongue does some great work.

"AH, AH, AH, YES, YES, YES, OH SHIT," YoonA moans. You take turns fucking her pussy and Sooyoung's face. "Does it feel good sticking your cock deep in her throat?" YoonA asks. "Obviously, you answer.

"Fuck that little pussy," YoonA commands as you keep pounding her. Sooyoung now uses both her tongue and hands. "THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, FUCK, FUCK FUCK," YoonA moans. "Give it to me, give it to me," she begs. Sooyoung looks at the view of your cock drilling her friend's pussy, grabbing you for a little more tasting.

"Stuff it back in," YoonA commands as Sooyoung hands your cock back inside her friend's pussy. She closes her eyes and just lets you fuck her hard. You spank her ass. "I love when you spank it," she says. You two share some kisses. Sooyoung worships your balls. "Lick his fucking balls, good girl," YoonA says.

"That's good, that's good. You wanna make me fucking cum, don't you?" YoonA asks, you pounding her harder than ever and pressing her body against her bedsheets. "Oh, fuck yeah," you start groaning, getting closer and closer to your orgasm. "AHH, AHH, AHHH, AHHH," YoonA screams.

"You wanna let him cum in your mouth?" YoonA asks Sooyoung. You pull out of YoonA, sliding your cock between their mouths as you prepare to cum. Sooyoung bobs her head on your cock as YoonA licks your balls. "Come here," you say, stroking your cock and pointing it at Sooyoung's face.

"I wanna see your cum all over her pretty face," YoonA tells you, getting her wish rather quickly as you ejaculate in Sooyoung's mouth as soon as she says those words. "Look at that boy, tasty juicy cum all over your mouth," YoonA says as Sooyoung enjoys it, kissing the tip of your cock to thank you. "Share with me," YoonA commands, Sooyoung dropping your cum into her mouth as the two share kisses and swap it in front of you. "Swallow," YoonA says, Sooyoung obliging. "What a good girl," YoonA continues, taking your cock in her mouth one last time.

The day with YoonA is over, and what a day it was. You take your belongings and leave her house, already missing her as you walk across the street. You are ready to take a taxi back home until a luxurious car stops in front of you.

"Get in there," YoonA says, you taking the backseat as Sooyoung and she are at the front.

"Where are you taking me?" you ask YoonA. "You'll find out soon," she answers.

YoonA stops the car close to a house where you can already hear the loud noises of a party building up. She arrives, and a group of 6 more girls comes to greet her. "You're late, birthday girl," Taeyeon says. "But now the party can truly begin," she continues.

"We have a surprise you're really going to enjoy, YoonA," Yuri says to her. "Hell yeah, Tiffany, can you please make the announcement?" Seohyun says.

"BRING THE BOYS OUT!!!!" Tiffany screams on the microphone. A bunch of dudes appear out of nowhere, one for each girl, as they start to take their clothes off in front of the girls.

"Are you ready for an all night orgy?" Taeyeon asks YoonA.

"You didn't even need to ask, unnie."

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His Little Kink

Pairings: Law x Reader, Ace x Reader, Sanji x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000 - 1,500 words each

tags: nsfw, smut, mirror sex, semi-public sex, food play, lots of dirty talking, mutual masturbation

my masterlist here ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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a/n: i honestly don’t know what i was doing but hope you guys like it! smut is not my forte but let’s try lol let me know if i should add more warning on the tags

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Law

He likes it when you wear lingerie.

Law sat back in the captain’s chair, legs casually spread, eyes locked on you with a dark, unreadable intensity. The room was quiet except for the soft creak of the ship settling around you.

You stepped forward slowly, hips swaying with deliberate ease. Your fingers found the hem of your shirt, and with a teasing smile, you peeled it up and over your head. The fabric slipped away, revealing the black lace lingerie beneath, hugging your curves like a second skin.

The bra was sheer, delicate floral patterns tracing over your breasts, the thin lace barely concealing your hard nipples that peeked through the fabric. The straps framed your shoulders, slender and enticing. Your matching panties sat low on your hips, the lace thin enough to reveal just how wet you already were.

Law’s eyes darkened, pupils widening as he took in every inch of you. His breath hitched, jaw clenching just slightly, but he didn’t move — just watched, mesmerized.

You bit your lip, stepping closer to him, letting your hands trace slow circles along your hips. “Like what you see?”

A low, rough sound escaped his throat, a moan barely held back. “Damn, you’re tempting me.”

Your smile widened. “Then come closer.”

He didn’t say a word at first—just watched, dark and calculating.

You stepped closer, hips swaying slow, the black lace lingerie catching the light, delicate and barely there. His breath hitched audibly, and before you could even move your hands, Law’s fingers twitched at his belt buckle.

His voice dropped low, rough and laced with need. “You gonna tease me all night, or are you gonna show me what you’ve got?”

You bit your lip, slow and deliberate, running your fingers along your thigh. Law didn’t break eye contact as his hand slid beneath his waistband, wrapping around his cock. His movements were slow at first, a teasing rhythm as he watched you, eyes darkening.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled. “All dressed up like a damn temptress… I want to see you touch yourself while I watch.”

Your breath hitched. He was already stroking, every inch of his cock hard and slick in his hand. The sound of his low moans mixed with the slick noise of his slow jerks filled the room.

“You gonna be a good girl and play yourself for me?” he asked, voice rough, a cruel smirk in his tone. “I want to hear you. I want to know you’re just as filthy as I am.”

You swallowed hard, heart racing, and your fingers slid beneath the lace of your panties. The cool fabric gave way to your wet skin as you started to move your hand slowly, teasing yourself in time with him.

Law’s moans grew louder, rawer. “Yeah, just like that. You feel that? Think about me fucking you, using you—while you do this. You like being watched, don’t you?”

Your breaths turned ragged, matching his pace, the dirty, heavy sound of both your moans filling the quiet space.

“I’m almost there,” Law warned, voice thick with lust. “You want me to come watching you?”

You nodded, voice trembling, “Yes. I want you to watch.”

With a guttural groan, Law’s hips jerked hard, spilling thick warmth into his hand as he bit his lip to hold back a scream.

You clenched around nothing, eyes burning, chest rising and falling fast.

He pulled you to your feet, gripping your waist hard, lips crashing down on yours. “Get ready,” he whispered. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You slid back onto the bed, hips lifting to straddle him, your lace panties still hugging your curves, the bra framing your breasts perfectly. Law’s hands immediately found your hips, holding you steady as you started to ride him slow and deliberate, making sure he saw every curve, every inch of lace stretched tight against your skin.

His fingers moved up your sides, grazing your grazing one nipple through the lace, biting gently. You gasped—his tongue soothed the sting, sucking slow and deep, then switching sides like he couldn’t get enough.

“Such soft tits,” he growled. “These are mine. Say it.”

“They’re yours,” you breathed,

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, voice thick and rough. His eyes never left your chest, dark with hunger.

You leaned forward, resting your hands on his shoulders, meeting his gaze. “Like what you see?”

Law swallowed hard, biting his lip. “I could watch you like this all night.”

He groaned into your skin, hands molding your breasts, squeezing hard, then soft, then hard again—like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to worship you or ruin you.

Law grabbed your hips and pulled you down, his breath catching. “Fuck—you’re so tight—such a perfect little hole for me.”

You moaned, and his hand came up to your throat—not squeezing, just holding, guiding your gaze to meet his.

“God, you feel so good,” he growled, hands tightening just enough to leave you aching.

His hips thrust up, slow and deep, filling you completely. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the quiet room, wet and relentless.

Law’s voice dropped lower, filled with need. “Ride me. Show me how much you want this. How much you want me.”

You increased your pace, moans spilling out as his hands teased and pinched your nipples, your body trembling with every stroke.

“Look at you, riding me like a desperate slut,” Law snarled, lips brushing against your ear. “They don’t know how filthy you are. But I do. Only I get to break you open like this.”

Your legs shook from the rhythm of his thrusts, fast and messy, the way he used your body like he needed it—no restraint, no hesitation.

His mouth returned to your chest, biting, sucking, leaving marks like proof. “God, these tits—can’t stop touching them,” he groaned. “You love it when I play with them, don’t you?”

You couldn’t even form words, just nodded, mouth open in a moan.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you love being my filthy little thing.”

“I love it,” you gasped. “Love when you use me—when you fuck me like this.”

Law laughed, breathless and wild. “You’re so good when you’re ruined.”

And you were—wrecked beneath him, trembling from the way he claimed every inch of you like it was owed.

——

Ace

He likes watching you—really watching you.

You catch Ace staring when you glance at your reflection in the full-length mirror by the cabin. His eyes darken just a little, heat pooling low in his gaze.

You move closer to the mirror, running your hands lightly over your body. Ace’s breath catches. “What are you doing?”

You turn your head just enough to catch his half-grin reflected beside you. “Just showing off.”

He chuckles low, stepping behind you, the heat of his chest pressing into your back. His hands settle on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, voice thick with something dangerous.

You bite your lip, arching back slightly, watching his reflection—his pupils dilating, jaw tightening, breath coming faster.

“You like the view, don’t you?” you tease softly.

Ace growls, voice rough. “Trying not to get hard.”

You laugh quietly, leaning into him.

His hands start to roam—cupping your breasts in front of the mirror, thumbs brushing your nipples until you moan softly.

“Look at yourself,” he whispers. “Look at how fucking perfect you are for me.”

One hand slips lower, sliding beneath your shorts, fingers dipping between your folds. You gasp, eyes fluttering shut.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, circling your clit with a finger, curling another inside you slowly.

Your hips push back instinctively, breath hitching.

“Only I get to touch you like this,” he growls. “No one else.”

Your eyes open to meet your own reflection, flushed, mouth parted, body trembling.

Ace’s lips trail down your neck as his fingers stroke inside you, while his other hand squeezes your breast harder, rolling your nipple between thumb and finger.

“Say it,” he demands huskily. “Tell me who you belong to.”

You shiver under his touch, voice barely above a whisper. “You.”

Ace grins, then spins you around to face the mirror fully. His cock presses against your thigh, thick and hard.

“Spread your legs,” he orders.

You obey, the mirror capturing every curve and movement.

He grips your hips and lines up, teasing the tip against your folds before sliding inside slowly.

You gasp, eyes locked on your reflection, watching his face tighten with lust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ace growls, voice low and animalistic.

He pulls back, then slams forward hard—deep, relentless, pounding into you like a force of nature.

The wet slap of skin against skin echoes through the cabin.

You watch yourself in the mirror, hips bucking wildly beneath him, lips parted in breathless moans.

Ace’s hands clamp onto your hips, holding you steady as he fucks you like he’s claiming you piece by piece—rough, savage, utterly consumed.

“It’s like watching our own filthy porn,” he snarls, fingers tightening on your waist, “You’re such a dirty little slut for me.”

His other hand slides up, fingers wrapping around your neck, holding you firm so your eyes lock with his in the mirror.

“You like being used like this, don’t you? Like some filthy little toy?”

You whimper, voice trembling. “Yes, Ace. Use me. I’m yours.”

He roars, slapping your ass hard, making you gasp and arch back further, the sting mixing with pleasure.

His hips slam into yours without mercy, sweat slick and wild. You watch the raw heat in his eyes in the mirror, the way his jaw clenches, the way his breath hitches with every guttural growl.

“You’re my fucking slut,” he spits, voice rough and urgent. “Only I get to watch you lose your mind.”

You scream his name, the pleasure building, muscles tightening around him, your body trembling like it’s about to break.

Ace’s hand on your neck squeezes just enough to take your breath, forcing your gaze back to the mirror.

“Look at how you scream for me,” he growls. “No one else hears you like this.”

You cry out, fingers digging into his back, nails scratching skin as your orgasm crashes through you, white-hot and overwhelming.

Ace groans, voice breaking, hips stuttering before he spills deep inside you, hot and heavy.

But even after, he doesn’t stop.

With a rough grunt, he pulls out, lifts you effortlessly, pressing you back against the mirror, lips crushing down on yours like a wild claim.

“Still want more?” he rasps.

You nod, breathless and aching.

He pushes back in, deep and savage, hips pounding in a brutal rhythm that leaves you gasping, watching your bodies move together in the mirror like your own private porn.

“Mine,” he growls. “All mine.”

You scream his name again as the second wave of pleasure crashes over you—raw, fierce, perfect.

Ace groans, breath ragged, and buries himself deeper, dragging you through every filthy, beautiful moment.

——

Sanji

He likes to cook good food. Little did you know he likes to eat you out with food, too.

“Get out of the kitchen, Y/N,” Sanji growled, not looking up from the stove. “Only I’m allowed to cook in here.”

You stepped closer, hands reaching out. “Come on, let me help—just a little.”

He slammed the spatula down, eyes flashing. “No. But you can help me in another way.”

You blinked, heat rushing through you. “Oh? And what way is that?”

Sanji smirked, voice low and thick. “Right here. On this counter.”

Before you could respond, his fingers found the hem of your shirt, tugging it up over your head. “Strip. I wanna taste you while I cook.”

Your breath caught, nipples hardening under his stare. His fingers brushed over one, slow and teasing, circling the hardened bud before flicking it with a gentle, expert touch.

You gasped, a sharp, wet sound slipping from your throat as his thumb rolled your nipple between his fingers. His mouth found the other, lips closing over the sensitive peak, sucking it deep inside while his tongue swirled circles around it.

A soft moan escaped you, trembling and raw.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking delicious,” Sanji murmured, voice rough. He pulled back just enough to drip a dollop of whipped cream over your nipple, then his tongue flicked out, licking the sweet cream slowly, savoring every drop.

Your hips pressed forward, desperate for more, breath catching with every lick and suck.

Sanji’s mouth dropped lower, teeth grazing the soft swell of your breast, nibbling just enough to make you gasp. His tongue flicked teasingly over your hardened nipple, tracing slow, maddening circles that sent shivers down your spine.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me already,” he murmured against your skin, voice thick with need. He sucked your nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud until your breath hitched and a shaky moan slipped past your lips. “You like it when I’m this rough, huh? Gonna make you scream.”

Your hands tangled in his messy hair, pulling him closer as his fingers slid beneath your waistband, plunging inside you with confident, skilled pressure. “So damn tight… you’re dripping just for me, baby.”

Sanji’s mouth wrapped around your clit next, tongue flicking fast and hard, swirling with expert precision. You cried out, nails digging into the counter as waves of pleasure rolled through you, breath coming in ragged pants.

“You taste fucking amazing,” he growled between licks, lips sucking at your folds, his fingers curling deep inside you, hitting just the right spot that had you arching and begging without words. “All mine, every inch.”

Your moans grew louder, dripping with want as he continued his relentless assault, lips and tongue worshipping your slick heat like it was the most decadent meal. Every flick of his tongue, every pump of his fingers had you trembling, eyes squeezed shut, body practically trembling with need.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, slick and flushed, and before you could catch your breath he pressed a chocolate-covered strawberry between your trembling lips.

“Taste this,” Sanji whispered, voice low and husky.

You bit down, sweet and dark chocolate melting against your tongue. Then you looked up, eyes dark with want.

Sanji’s eyes darkened as he pressed you back against the counter, fingers tangling in your hair and guiding you down. “Show me how hungry you are,” he growled. “Taste me, baby. Use that pretty mouth.”

You didn’t hesitate—your lips parted, warm and wet, as you took him in slow. His cock was hard and slick, the head glistening with precum. You swirled your tongue around the tip, tasting the salty heat mixed with the lingering sweetness of the strawberry he fed you.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” Sanji groaned, thrusting lightly against your mouth. You moaned around him, hands gripping his thighs as you took him deeper, lips sliding along the length with wet, hungry sucks.

His hands roamed your body, squeezing your hips and squeezing your breasts, making you gasp. “That’s it. Fuck, you make me feel so damn good. You want me to fuck you with my cock and with my tongue, don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, tongue flicking the underside of his shaft as he groaned louder, hips pushing into your mouth. “Such a filthy girl… taking me like this.”

Sanji pulled you up with a rough grip, spinning you around until your back pressed against the cool kitchen counter. His hands slid under your panties, thumbs brushing over your slick folds as he kissed you hard, teeth grazing your lower lip.

“Want me to fuck you, baby? Want to feel me fill you up right here?”

“Yes, Sanji,” you gasped, breath hitching. “I want you so bad.”

He yanked your panties aside and slid inside you in one thick, slow thrust. The warmth of him filled you completely, hips pressing flush to yours.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You taste even better than the sweetest dessert,” Sanji growled, starting a steady rhythm. His hands gripped your hips hard, pulling you flush against him with each powerful stroke.

Your moans grew louder, mixing with his rough breathing. He kissed your neck, biting softly, whispering filthy praise. “You’re mine, baby. All mine. Gonna make you scream for me.”

You threw your head back, gripping the edge of the counter as his cock slammed in and out, slick and hot, every thrust making your pussy clench tighter around him.

“Say my name,” he demanded, voice rough with need.

“Sanji,” you moaned, “Sanji, please—don’t stop.”

He groaned, hips snapping faster, fingers digging into your skin. “That’s my girl. Such a good little slut for me.”

The kitchen filled with the sounds of your desperate moans and his guttural groans, the perfect mix of hunger and control, heat and sweet, dirty lust.

Sanji’s grip tightened on your hips, his voice low and rough, dripping with possessiveness. “You feel me inside you, baby? That’s my cock, filling you up just like I promised.”

You whimpered, breath shaky, nails digging into his thighs. “God, Sanji, you’re so big… I’m yours.”

He leaned close, lips brushing your ear, voice a harsh whisper. “You’re such a filthy little thing—taking my cock like this. Gonna fuck you ‘til you beg me to stop… or ‘til you scream my name so loud the whole crew hears.”

Your walls clenched around him with each deep thrust. “Please, Sanji… don’t stop. I want to feel you… all of you.”

His hand slid between your bodies, fingers circling your clit, rubbing slow and steady. “You like that? You like me teasing you while I fuck you?”

“Yes! So much,” you gasped, arching into his touch.

Sanji groaned, cock pounding deep inside you. “You’re dripping for me, baby—wet and desperate. You taste so damn sweet. I could fuck you like this all day.”

His hips slammed harder, faster, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through you both. “You gonna come for me, huh? You gonna let me fuck that pretty pussy ‘til you’re shaking?”

Your breath hitched, legs trembling. “Sanji, I’m close—please…”

“Say it. Tell me you’re mine,” he growled.

“I’m yours,” you gasped, “only yours.”

“Good girl,” he growled, voice thick. “Ride my cock, make me lose my damn mind.”

You met his eyes, hungry and wild, grinding hard as your orgasm crashed over you in waves, tight around him. Sanji followed, groaning your name as he spilled inside you, chest heaving.

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do you believe me now? | 4

in which spencer reid and inexperienced fem!reader are interrupted at the most inopportune of times. he calls you on the first night of his case. dirty talk turns into a hard conversation. we get a glimpse into spencer's past, and we finally learn why he's so hesitant to sleep with you.

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18+ (smut) warnings/tags: dirty talk, phone sex/mutual masturbation, softdom!spence, obligatory he talks u through it, lots of graphic discussions of sex, established relationship, angst (sorrryyy!) a/n: so remember how i said you'd need the bonus chapter to fully appreciate/understand this part? i was wrong!! it will come in handy probably in the next part tho:) also idk how these parts keep getting so long im sorry! anyway, i love you all so bad. thank you for bearing w/ my craziness. PLEASE let me know your thoughts on this part!! i adore hearing from you!! kisses

(also special thank you to @fliesforeyes who convinced me phone sex w/ spence could be done!! i will link his phone sex blurb here :)) thank u binx!!

“Three million six hundred eighty four thousand three hundred thirty two times fourteen million seven hundred sixty one thousand nine hundred seventy one.”

You’ve lost count of how many stupid math questions you’ve asked your human calculator boyfriend, just to see if he can actually do them. Spencer is silent for a second, and you think you’ve finally stumped him.

“That one is complicated.”

You sit bolt upright in his bed, looking down at him and pointing an accusatory finger. His brows raise at the manic look in your eye.

“You don’t know.”

“I do know. I meant it would be hard to explain if you aren’t a math person.”

“Bullshit!” You scoff, “you don’t know!”

“It would display on a calculator as five-point-three-eight-eight-E-thirteen. It’s a really big number.”

“Oh, really big, huh?” you mumble, searching for your phone blindly in the sheets and scrambling to open the calculator app. “Um… what numbers did I say?”

Spencer repeats them back to you and you press the equals sign.

You look at it.

And then you set your phone down.

“I was right, huh?” he smiles up at you, probably reveling in your pouty wrongness.

Too proud to admit it, you collapse on top of him, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I don’t like this game anymore. What the fuck even is an e? Why are we doing algebra?”

Spencer laughs, brushing your hair aside.

“The e stands for exponent. It’s to the power of ten.”

“Ever heard of a rhetorical question?”

“Yes, I have.”

It’s hard not to snort even at his dumbest jokes.

“You’re annoying. Let’s do something else.”

You roll over onto your back again, letting your head flop over to look at Spencer, whose hair is exactly the right amount of messy after a long day, falling in impossibly soft waves over the perfect lines and contours of his face. Despite lounging, he’s still in his suit from work—he’d left Quantico and immediately picked you up. There were no solid plans for the evening, so after both of you pretended that you wanted to go out for a while, you ended up back at his apartment.

He looks good. Almost too good.

“Something like what?” he smiles lazily, reaching over and tracing his fingers over your cheek.

“Something… naked?”

His grin widens and he shakes his head.

“Me naked or you naked?”

Pretending to think about it, you roll your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Mm… why not both?”

“Hm. Why do I feel like I know where this is going?”

The mattress sinks underneath your elbow as you prop yourself up, dropping your head over Spencer’s to kiss him.

“Because you’re so smart, and you think it’s a great idea.”

He entertains your kiss for a moment. Just a moment.

“You sound sure of yourself.”

“Because I am!” You finally give in to your impulses, tangling your fingers in his hair and looking at him meaningfully. “It doesn’t make any sense for us to have not had sex. I don’t care about any of your weird, cryptic moral reasoning.”

He grabs your wrist carefully.

“It is not moral,” he scoffs. “We haven’t even talked about it yet.”

“Really? Because I feel like we’ve talked about it a lot.”

He begins to reply, but you realize you don’t want to get into a debate over whether you’ve technically talked about it yet. “I don’t even care! If that’s all that’s standing in your way, then let’s talk about it. Right now.”

Spencer sighs, his eyes darting between yours as he reaches up to cradle your cheek.

“Fine. But I have things to say you’re not going to like.”

“So business as usual?”

He rolls his eyes. You allow yourself a tiny self-satisfied smirk, forever relishing in his poorly-hidden soft spot for your constant teasing. Spencer ignores this. Which is probably for the best.

“I know you probably won’t see it this way, but—sex is different than everything else we’ve done so far. It can be really fun, obviously it feels good, it facilitates deeper feelings of connection—that’s all true. Which is why, in my opinion, it’s incredibly important that you be selective with who you sleep with. Because it’s so easy to do something you regret, and sex is vulnerable. It should always be with someone you trust and—and… care about.”

A pink flush stains his cheeks like watercolor as he stumbles over the last few words. It makes your heart flutter against the confines of your chest.

Maybe best not to think about the absence versus presence of certain four-letter words and what they may or may not mean. You’ll move on to more pressing matters and pretend like it doesn’t ache just a little in your whole body.

You cover his hand with your own.

“Are you going to break up with me anytime soon?”

Spencer’s eyes widen, filling with genuine horror and confusion.

“What? No!”

“Are you going to cheat on me?”

“Absolutely not, I—”

“Then I’m not going to regret it. Issue resolved. Moving on.”

“Honey, I just want you to be 100% sure that I’m what you want.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, flopping onto your back once more. “I have begged you to sleep with me on multiple occasions. We have been dating for months and I liked you even longer before that. I think about it literally every time I see you. I don’t know how to be any surer.”

It’s quiet for a moment as you study the imaginary pattern on the ceiling. The rebuttal you’d been anticipating doesn’t come—instead, the mattress shifts next to you. Spencer enters your field of vision, now leaning over you with a little smile on his face that gives you butterflies.

“Every time?”

“…yes, every time,” you agree, voice considerably thinner than it had been a moment ago. Spencer glances at your lips as he speaks.

“Interesting. And what is it that you think about exactly?”

You groan again, attempting to roll facedown, but he pins your shoulder to the bed. The way he’s sweetly kissing down your cheek and jaw is infuriating because you know it’s a false pretense.

“Ugh, I don’t know! Don’t make me answer that!”

“You said if talking about it was all that was standing in my way, we would talk about it. Now I want to talk about it. Come on,” he says, voice low and cloying against your throat as he attempts to tease the answer out of you. “Tell me what you think about when you think about us having sex.”

You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his lips skimming your neck, hating how easily he can reduce you to this.

“I… I always wonder what it will feel like. Sometimes I wonder if it will hurt.”

Spencer sighs, interrogation by way of seduction momentarily forgotten. You silently curse yourself for saying something so un-sexy.

“It might, sweetheart. That’s one of the reasons we’ve held back. I… really don’t want to hurt you. I don’t even know if I can.”

You grab his face in both hands, forcing him to look at you with more confidence than you feel.

“Sometimes I worry about it, too. But I like you a lot more than it scares me. I still want to.”

He kisses your palm.

“You’ll be okay. It doesn’t hurt for everyone, and even if it does, you’re resilient.”

“Exactly. So you have to get over yourself.”

Spencer laughs like he wasn’t expecting to, eyes sparkling as he regards you.

“Yeah. Yeah, maybe I do.”

He’s smiling again as he leans down and kisses you—a slow, lingering thing which tastes like spearmint as you part your lips for him.

“Please?” you whisper against him after a long moment. He hums, keeps kissing you.

“What is it that you think you want? You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“Tell me,” you beg, chasing his lips. “Tell me what you’re going to do with me. We can talk about it. This is talking about it.”

Spencer exhales deeply, wedging a thigh between yours. Immediately you clamp around it, trying not to grind against him too overtly.

“You want to know what I’d do to you?”

“Yes—” you paw at his jacket. Surprisingly, he doesn’t stop you from pushing it off. Your heart pounds.

“Well… we both know how anxious you get,” he muses, pressing his lips so delicately to your fluttering pulse-point in emphasis, and then back to your mouth. His thigh pushes harder against you to supplant the absence of his lips as he speaks, though he kisses you sporadically and between sentences. “You’re hard to get out of your head when you’re nervous, you know that? I watch it happen. One minute you’re with me, and then you start overthinking, and getting self-conscious. The only thing that seems to relax you is letting me touch you—so first I would touch you like I’ve touched you before. I’d make sure you know how pretty you are and how good you deserve to feel.” You whimper inadvertently at his words, arching into him and grinding against his leg as he pauses to kiss the sensitive soft spot below your jaw. “You’re going to need to be really ready to let me in. Do you know what I mean by that?”

As he asks, he pushes his thigh against you harder. Your body responds immediately, arching into him and seeking more friction. When you squeak, he takes it as a no.

“I mean I need you relaxed and wet. You’ll excuse my crude language.”

You pull at his tie, breathing heavier now and so turned on it’s almost painful.

“What are you gonna do after that?”

“What else is there to do but fuck you after that?” he breathes. “You want me to tell you how I’d fuck you?”

Something about it makes you whine salaciously. You’ve heard him curse—you’ve even heard him talk about fucking you. But it feels more real now; when it’s low in your ear and you’re covertly undressing him and he’s pushing your shirt over your stomach promisingly.

“Yes, please.”

He hums against your jaw, nipping and brushing his lips over the skin as he considers. Leaves you waiting.

“I would have to take my time with you. You’ll be overwhelmed. I know you think you won’t, but you will. I’m going to have to be so, so careful with you, angel. It’s going to drive me insane. But it will feel good for you.”

“Why careful? I don’t want that.”

He chuckles. A chill runs down your spine.

“Yeah, you do. You’re going to want me to be careful when I’m—” he pauses, pressing his thumb to your bare lower tummy and dragging up to a spot below your belly button. He presses down lightly again. “Right here. Approximately.”

The surface of the sun has nothing on the temperature of your skin in this moment, as you writhe underneath him in both arousal and embarrassment. Mostly, burning need. You feel almost sick with it.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore. Just do it, please, Spencer. I need it to be you, I don’t want it to be anyone else. I promise I’m ready.”

It’s silent for a moment. Your heart quickens. You sense his walls wearing away, his instinct to keep you intact for god knows what reason crumbling. He’s finally going to give you what you’ve been begging for.

Spencer opens his mouth, eyes glimmering—

And then his phone rings.

You both freeze—he melts dejectedly before you do, more accustomed to an ill-timed phone call and realizing the finality it can present.

He’s breathing heavily against your neck, as if maybe whoever it is will just hang up. But the phone keeps ringing.

“I’m sorry.”

Your stomach sinks as he sits up, grabbing his phone from the side table and rubbing circles on your inner thigh as he answers.

“This is Reid,” he says, lackluster.

If you wanted, you could hear what Penelope is saying—but you don’t bother listening. It’s going to be a case. Spencer is about to leave. The details are his problem.

“Okay. I’ll be there in an hour.”

He hangs up, tossing the phone onto the mattress and not speaking for a moment, just continuing to rub your leg apologetically. Watching you almost mournfully—taking in your disheveled hair, your likely blown-out pupils, the shirt pushed almost over your chest.

“I have to go right now,” he finally manages with a heavy sigh, gently pulling your shirt back into place.

You sit up, shedding all the hopes that had been building for the evening, and try to sound chipper—though all you feel is bitter disappointment that goes deeper than you understand.

“I know. Go ahead, I can get a cab home.”

He frowns, running his hand over the back of your hair.

“I don’t love the idea of you standing on the sidewalk waiting for a car in this part of town so late. Do you just want to stay here for the night and go home tomorrow?”

You force a smile. Great. So you’ll be spending the night in his bed after all—just without him.

“Sure. Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you are feeling particularly grateful.

Soon you’re walking him to his own door. Both of you come to a stop in front.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs again.

“Spencer, it’s fine. It’s your job. You don’t need to apologize. You were very clear about this part when we started dating.”

“I know, but… it’s easier in theory than in practice.”

You smile. If Spencer is a reflection of you, it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. His hair is still messy from your fingers running through it and he’s missing his tie. You hope all his coworkers see and feel bad about taking him away from you.

But it’s not their fault. You just want someone to blame.

Instead you mould yourself to his body, wrapping around him like you belong there. He returns your embrace, pressing his lips into the crook of your shoulder and rubbing your back in that way he always does with you.

In that moment, your affection for him becomes so profound it’s like a chemical reaction—everywhere he touches burns and you love him so fucking much it aches in every inch of your body the way your muscles do when you have a bad fever. Love is the most terrible of afflictions, you realize. It is a fever dream. It’s every fiber of your being screaming to tell him how you feel, to beg him on your knees not to go because you love him like a child loves a parent or a bee loves honeysuckle or the ocean loves the horizon. Pared down to your most basic components, the barest version of yourself, you require him. Your soul needs his soul.

“Spencer?”

“Hm?”

It’s nothing more than an absentminded hum against your skin.

“I…”

Should you be looking him in the eye when you say this? Should you say it right before he has to leave? Just because you say it doesn’t change the fact that he’s about to be gone for several long days. Maybe this is a terrible time to admit something that suddenly feels so true and so consequential.

He senses your internal conflict, pulling back despite your resistance and holding your face between his hands.

“You what?” He murmurs, soft eyes bouncing back and forth between your own. Fuck—you feel so observed, now. Like he can read your mind.

“I forget.”

FUUUUUUCK.

Spencer blinks. Processes. You watch the disbelief crystallizing over his eyes like ice freezing over a lake.

He knows.

He knows you didn’t forget, and he probably knows what you were going to say, and he’s going to tell himself he was wrong to spare your dignity.

Everything hurts when he kisses you. You wonder what regret tastes like.

“Well, let me know if you remember.”

It’s too gentle and at the same time he can’t hide the edge with all the tenderness in the world. You nod as if in a trance, already looking forward to dissociating as you lie in bed and stare at the dark ceiling.

Two small goodbyes are exchanged, slightly stifled now, as if shared between drunk strangers who have sobered up and are mutually embarrassed about how candidly they’d interacted before.

You close the door behind him, doing up all the locks, and meticulously flick every light switch in the apartment off before climbing into his bed—though you don’t really feel like you deserve to be there anymore.

But perhaps this is all an overreaction. It’s not like you owe it to him to say I love you, or anything—it was bad timing, anyway. And why can’t he say it? In fact, why hasn’t he said it?

Maybe you have it all wrong.

Maybe he doesn’t feel that way about you.

You fall asleep before you allow these questions to make you sick.

24 hours go by.

24 hours go by and you really had meant to leave his apartment—it was just that you woke up late, and your phone was dead so you couldn’t call a car, so you charged it while you made breakfast, and then you ate, and then you decided to take a shower and wash your clothes, and then it was two in the afternoon and you hadn’t left yet and you decided to walk to the store and replenish the groceries you’d used up.

Maybe you got a bit distracted looking at flowers and other beautiful things at the market and by the time you got home it was 5:00, so you decided to wait until seven to skip rush hour. And then eight, just to be sure.

Before you know it, it’s midnight, and you’re dozing off in his bed again (teeth cleaned with the brush you’d bought at the store—maybe this whole situation hadn’t been entirely unwitting on your part.)

Throughout the day, you tried to let all your anxiety about the previous night melt away. If it’s something that needs to be addressed, Spencer will address it. Everything will work out in the end. That thought is how you’re able to doze off.

You’re almost asleep when your phone lights up and begins buzzing on the side table. You wince as your eyes open, not adjusting well to the harsh bright display and unable to discern who’s even calling you at this hour. Stupidly, probably because you’re half asleep, you answer without checking.

“Hello?”

Your voice is groggy, quiet with sleep.

“Shit, did I wake you?”

“Spence?” you whisper, stomach flipping at the sound of his voice on the other line. You feel caught, still sleeping in his bed.

“… yeah,” he chuckles. “Did you not check who was calling before you picked up?”

“I was asleep,” you pout. “Kinda.”

“Okay. Go back to sleep, honey. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

You sit bolt upright, phone balanced between tense fingers and speaking directly into the microphone.

“No! No, I’m awake. What’s up? Why did you call?”

A longer stretch of silence—you’re too sleepy to comprehend what it might mean, though never too sleepy to worry about it. With a pang of pain, you recall your strange goodbye, the words you hadn’t said.

“I just needed to hear your voice,” he sighs. You frown, staring at nothing in particular in the pitch black room.

“Oh. Is everything okay?”

“As much as it can be.”

“Right.”

More quiet. You chew on the inside of your cheek, stricken with a sudden feeling of awkwardness that you haven’t had with Spencer in a while.

“I’m sorry… I don’t really know what to say.”

“That’s okay,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice which makes you feel a bit better, “why don’t you tell me about your day? Or you can absolutely go back to sleep, if you’re too tired.”

“Don’t ask me about my day,” you whisper, flopping down on the bed once more. Shame seeps into your voice. He laughs.

“What? Why?”

“Because if I tell you you’re going to think I’m super weird and you’re going to break up with me.”

Laughter tapers off into gentler tones.

“I already think you’re super weird. It’s actually one of your most attractive qualities.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks.

“But it’s like… borderline crazy.”

Immediately, he replies, “for better or worse, I also frequently find myself attracted to crazy.”

“Thank you for calling me crazy and super weird,” you grumble.

“I also called you attractive twice. Tell me.”

When his tone takes on that easy, assertive quality, and it’s sort of raspy and low because it’s late and he’s been talking all day, and you can hear the lazy smile on his face—you imagine him laying on his hotel bed, arm slung over his eyes in the dark as he grins into the microphone—you have a very difficult time saying no.

“Fine. Guess where I am right now.”

“Um, I would hope you’re in bed?”

You smile to yourself, basking in the victory of successfully throwing him off his game even slightly.

“Guess whose bed.”

Silence.

“What an interesting question.” That cocky smile, the low drawling is back, and you chew on your lip, ignoring the shiver that runs down your spine. “If it’s not mine or yours, we’re going to have issues.”

“But if it is yours? You’re not going to call the police on me?”

“Why would I call the police? To tell them there’s a pretty girl in my bed and I don’t want her there?”

“To tell them your psychopathic girlfriend broke into your apartment and might be holding hostages there.”

Spencer laughs; a brittle, drawn out thing, flat and quiet as the desert.

“If you were a psychopath, calling the cops would be a waste of time. I would handle you myself.” The idea of being handled has your thighs clenching. “But—yeah, don’t invite anyone else in.” More humor finds its way into his voice, momentarily relieving some tension that had sneakily begun to build. “Having people in my space makes me anxious.”

“But not me?” Your whisper is half flirtatious, half insecure. Spencer’s reply is soft, as if he’s picking up on this from hundreds of miles away.

“No, not you. You are always the exception.”

“Good,” you say, cheeks aching as you half-bury your warm face into his pillow. “Because I made myself really comfortable. You have a nice shower, by the way.”

Spencer groans.

“You’re killing me.”

“What? What did I do!”

“Don’t talk to me about my bed and my shower. I might start to think you’re intentionally being a brat.”

“You asked me about my day! I’m just telling you what I did!”

But you’re also intentional teasing him for sure. After a pause, he sighs in defeat.

“You’re right. I did do that. Tell me what else happened.”

“Well,” you begin, all too eager, “I had to put my clothes in the dryer after I got out, so I borrowed some of yours. But then they were way comfier than mine, so after I went to the store I put them back on, and—”

“Okay.”

“Okay what?” you frown.

“Tell me what this is.”

“I—I don’t know what you mean.”

Lying to a profiler is usually pointless.

“I’m not stupid, sweetheart. Tell me why you keep talking about my shower and my bed and my clothes.”

Caught red-handed. Your skin heats up.

“I don’t know. I miss you.”

He hums in a way that blurs the line between sympathetic and patronizing. Even through the phone you can feel the bass of it in your bones. It changes the frequency you’re vibrating at. It’s hypnotic.

“But that’s not really why you’re being intentionally provocative, is it?”

“No,” you admit quietly. “I’m still upset you had to go last night.”

“So you’re frustrated and you’re taking it out on me?”

Your brow furrows. Well, when he puts it like that…

“I’m not taking anything out on you.”

“I think you are. And I don’t appreciate that, because I’m on your side, honey. Do you think I prefer being in a hotel bed by myself or being in my bed with you?”

Somehow, he makes you feel like a scolded child. But he makes it appealing in ways you don’t understand.

“Your bed with me,” you murmur, skin prickling with the coldness of his absence even as you curl under the blanket.

“Right. So why don’t you tell me what I can do for you right now, instead of punishing me for things that are beyond my control?”

“I wasn’t punishing you,” you mutter.

“No? You weren’t intentionally talking about using my shower and sleeping in my bed and putting on my clothes so that I’d have to think about what I can’t have right now?”

“I—”

“Believe me when I tell you I have been thinking about what I can’t have, all day. Your efforts are entirely redundant and you can’t say anything about yourself that is even close to as dirty as the frankly disrespectful thoughts I’ve been having about you for seventeen hours.”

The lack of air is making you so dizzy your vision goes gray at the edges.

“What… what thoughts?”

“None that you need to concern yourself with.”

“You can’t just say something like that and then not tell me!” you insist. He’s obviously giving you a taste of your own medicine and it’s fair but it doesn’t mean you have to like it.

“I can do whatever I want,” Spencer corrects cooly in a way that pisses you off beyond belief because he’s right. It triggers some adolescent immaturity within you—a desire to get back at him, so to speak. He wants intentionally provocative? He can have it.

“Fine. Then so can I. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it even if I could.”

“Spencer,” you warn. “If you don’t tell me what you were thinking I’m gonna—” you look around the room for ammo. “I’m gonna look through your nightstand!”

“Go ahead. I’ll warn you, it’s not very interesting.”

“Sounds like what someone who has something hide would say,” you mumble, crawling across the mattress through tangled sheets and using your phone flashlight to open the drawer.

Spencer is patient and silent as you take in its contents—a small blue leather-bound notebook (full of what looks like Russian), a fountain pen, a glasses case, various kinds of vitamins, and—

“Spencer Reid,” you say, dragging out his name and pretending nothing is fluttering in your stomach, “what are these?”

“I don’t know. I can’t see what you’re referring to.”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Oh, I have one. But I’d like to hear you say it.”

You realize you may have gotten yourself in deeper than you meant to by going through his stuff. Well—they don’t say karma is a bitch for nothing.

“What are you doing with a box of condoms?”

He chuckles and you feel it in your whole body, warm as you stretch across his mattress and eye the box like it might jump out at you.

“Those are years old. I’ve used three since I bought them.”

“Don’t tell me that,” you whine. “I don’t wanna think about all the other women you’ve seduced.”

“You wanted them to be for you, huh?”

You flush. Honestly you hadn’t even thought about that.

“I… I don’t know. I kind of just assumed…”

It’s silent for a second and you frown, realizing you hadn’t even considered protection when you’d imagined sleeping with him before.

“You assumed what, honey?” he asks, voice soft.

“It’s dumb. I can’t tell you.”

“You can tell me anything. I’m not going to think it’s dumb, I promise.”

You chew on your lip, letting your eyes unfocus on the box as you muster the courage to be honest.

“Whenever I imagined it… we didn’t… use anything.”

The words make you cringe even as you’re saying them. So does the quiet that follows.

“When you imagine us sleeping together, we don’t use a condom?”

“Ah!” The phone drops to the mattress as you cover your ears and roll onto your side, curling into yourself once more. “You didn’t have to say it! You make me sound so weird!”

“It’s not weird,” he laughs, because he can probably imagine exactly what you just did, “I just wanted to make sure I was understanding you. That said… we would definitely use protection.”

“Do we have to?”

The quiet words take even you by surprise—and they seem to stun Spencer as well. Several false starts are punctuated by a sigh as he gathers his thoughts.

“We really should, baby. That’s the kind of thing we need to take seriously.”

“But you’re… you’re good, right?”

Thankfully he picks up on your meaning.

“I am. I wouldn’t touch you if I weren’t.”

“And I’m good. So...”

“Hm. And has anyone ever explained to you where babies come from?”

You groan in frustration.

“Spencer, I’m being serious! There are ways to negate that.”

“Honey,” he murmurs, “I understand that. But it would be irresponsible of me to say yes. We can talk about it in the future, but—”

“I’m telling you it’s already dealt with. The chances of an accidental pregnancy are slim to none.”

The new information hangs in the air for a moment until Spencer speaks—to your surprise, his voice is low and humorous.

“That is… good to know. But even so—I’m setting a dangerous precedent if I always let you get exactly what you want.”

“Is it such a bad thing that I just wanna—I wanna know what it feels like? You don’t want that?”

“That’s not what I said. I want to know exactly what you feel like. I’m just hesitant to give in so quickly because it makes me look weak.”

You laugh breathlessly, caught between being turned on by the first part of his sentence and amused by the sarcastic second half. Your thighs clench and your hand absentmindedly wanders between them.

“You know what I was thinking about?” you ask. Spencer hums curiously. “I was thinking about when you let me, um… when you let me touch you how you touch me.” He hums again, but you can hear the amused curve of a smile in it now.

“When you had your mouth all full of me and you looked so pretty?”

“When I—yeah,” you agree, too caught up to deny his compliment as your fingers brush your most sensitive spot through clothing. “And how you got me all messy after. And I was wondering what it would feel like… inside me.”

He sucks in a breath. Your legs brush against each other and you twist slightly as you pretend like you’re not touching yourself just a little bit.

“You want me to come inside you?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, brain short-circuiting at the way those words sound in his voice.

—

On the other side of the line, Spencer isn’t doing a fantastic job of thinking clearly either. His dick is half-hard already and it’s only getting worse with each little noise you make that you don’t seem to realize you’re making.

“Really? That would be very messy, baby. I’m surprised that’s what you want.”

“But I really want it,” you breathe. He’s not even looking as he slips his hand under the waistband of his pajamas and palms himself, his other hand rubbing tiredly over his face as his phone rests on his chest. This was not how he intended for this call to go, believe it or not—but he’s here now.

“Yeah? Is that why you’re touching yourself right now?”

You go silent—which is more or less exactly the reaction Spencer had been expecting. Patiently he waits for you to deny it, in three, two—

“’M not.”

Now, he could explain how he knows that’s a lie. How your breathing pattern changed, and your voice got softer and airier, and how you started speaking with smaller words in fragmented sentences. But he doesn’t feel like explaining any of that.

“I know that’s not true,” he murmurs. “You know what? It wasn’t fair to get you all worked up last night and then leave. I don’t want you frustrated, honey. I want you to do whatever you need to do.”

You make a little gasping noise, and Spencer can imagine the way your back would arch when you did it. His own hips buck slightly as his dick twitches under his fingers.

“Where are you touching?”

“Um—over my clothes.”

Cute.

“Go under them for me. Tell me how it feels when you’re touching yourself like that.”

It takes a moment, in which all he hears is the rustling of fabric, until you’re whispering, “feels… it feels good. I wish you were here.”

He inhales, freeing his cock and squeezing the base.

“I know. Just listen to my voice, pretty. I’m right here.”

Spencer allows himself a few slow tugs as he imagines what’s happening in his bed. You make a squeaking noise, like a held-back moan, and his eyes screw shut.

“I need them inside,” you whine, and he knows you’re referring to his fingers—the ones currently stroking his own leaking cock.

“You can use your own, just give yourself a minute first. Remember what I said about needing to be ready?”

“I am ready—” judging by the surprised chirp you interrupt yourself with, you’ve proven yourself right. What surprises Spencer is the weak sound of disappointment you make next. “Spence, it doesn’t feel the same.”

“We’re different sizes, honey. Your hands aren’t as big as mine. But you can still make it feel good.”

He almost says, 90% of the nerves in the vaginal canal are located in the lower third—in other words, within approximately 2.36 inches from the opening, which you can most certainly reach—but he refrains. He’s not sure if that’s good dirty talk.

“You have a really sensitive spot about three inches up, right in front. It’s going to feel a little different than the rest of you when you touch it. I want you to try and find it for me, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathe, ever-eager to please even from a great distance. There’s a quiet moment. “I can’t—I don’t think I can r—oh,”

The moan is so pretty Spencer can’t help speeding up the motion of his hand, hissing slightly as his fingers brush against the angry tip with every pump.

“Did you find it?”

“Yeah,” you whine, a weak, high-pitched thing. “Oh my god.”

“Be gentle,” he warns with some effort as his own hips jump slightly. “You’re really sensitive there. If you’re not careful you’ll make yourself sore.”

“I don’t care—holy shit—” the way your voice rises and tightens to a squeak at the end has Spencer moaning as he fucks his fist. A black hole forms and warps time, turning every minute into a second and every second into an infinity until he has no idea how much time is going by. He drags his thumb over the tip, smearing precum over his cock and whining as his jaw drops at the feeling. “Oh my god, Spencer,” in that same strained, high voice. “’M gonna—ah!”

He gets the general sentiment.

“What, baby? You’re gonna make yourself come all over your fingers? Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

“Mhm!”

“Yeah, I bet you are. It feels good, huh?”

“Yes,” you cry.

“See? You don’t need my fingers to feel good. Mine barely fit, you know that? I have to hold your fucking hips down whenever I put my fingers in you because you can’t stop squirming. I don’t know how you think you’re going to take my cock.”

“Spencer!”

He knows.

“Come, baby. Let me hear you.”

The delicate sounds you make as you bring yourself to orgasm tip him over the edge of his own—grunting as he comes all over his fist.

“Jesus,” he strains under his breath, the word dragging out into two long syllables as his hips buck involuntarily and cum drips down his knuckles. He’s lightheaded and he’s created a mess and it all happened so quickly. “Fuck,” he breathes, a rasping chuckle as he reaches for the towel he’d dropped on the bed after his shower earlier. “You conscious over there?”

“I’m conscious,” you slur, breathing heavily. “I’ve never had an orgasm by myself before.”

“Are you proud of yourself?” Spencer smiles, wiping his hand off and making sure he’s otherwise clean. “You should be. I am.”

He’s barely kidding.

“I’ll be proud when I can do it without your help,” you tease.

“But I’ll always want to help you with that.” His already warm face flushes further as he goes over what he’d said. “Sorry I was so vulgar.”

You laugh. He blushes even more.

“Are you? I think you secretly love being vulgar.”

“I don’t know why! I have no idea where it comes from. I would never speak that way in any other context. I should probably work on that. Sometimes I look back on the things I say and I’m genuinely appalled.”

“Well, don’t stop on my account. Personally I enjoy it.”

“Yeah, I think I’m corrupting you. You probably shouldn’t enjoy it.”

The truth of it weighs heavy on his mind, but he’s pretty sure his voice alone doesn’t betray that and you can’t sense it through the phone.

“Oh, my god. Do not do that falling on your sword shit. I like being corrupted by you. If you stop I’ll be very upset.”

“Well god forbid you get upset,” he teases gently. Idly he wonders if the reason he’s suddenly feeling so depressed is because his cortisol levels were already high from the case, and then he jarred his system with an orgasm, spiking his dopamine and ultimately causing it to plummet without the oxytocin release that post-coital physical contact would usually provide.

Or if it was something else. It could also be something else.

For the millionth time, he wishes he was with you. Part of him also wants to go to sleep. But mostly he wishes he was with you.

—

A comfortable silence settles over the conversation. In the ditch between words, you’re mapping constellations in the texture of Spencer’s ceiling. If you squeeze your eyes almost shut, you can imagine it really is the night sky. You can imagine he’s really here.

You think about what he said—his apparently mindless vulgarity. Did it mean anything? Or was he just rambling to get you off?

“Spencer?” you murmur.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

He sounds earnest, perhaps a little tired, as he replies, “always,” through the little metal rectangle on your chest. He likes me and my questions are important to him, you repeat to yourself silently as you work up the strength.

“If Penelope hadn’t called, last night… were you going to have sex with me?”

Your lip tastes like his toothpaste as you chew it. Spencer sucks in a breath of air like he’s about to speak—and lets it fizzle out like foam on a carbonated drink.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits, lamely. “That wasn’t my plan, but you can be extremely convincing when you want to be.”

“But why can’t it be your plan?” It’s an almost whine, pouty and childish—but the next words are quiet and pained. “Is it something I’m doing wrong?”

“No, no! It’s not you. You’re perfect. It’s—it’s complicated. It’s a me thing.”

Such trite words—such a ubiquitous, simple excuse sounds almost comical from his mouth when you know he’s capable of all the eloquence in the world. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s ridiculous.

“Okay. Let me simplify this for you,” you begin with an uncharacteristic assertiveness that surprises even you. “I want to have sex with you. Either we are going to have sex or we’re not. So your future branches in two diverging paths. In one, we have sex, and then we keep having sex. In the other we never have sex ever. If you want to ever have the privilege of fucking me, then we just have to do it. Otherwise it simply will never happen. And I’m not eternally patient, Reid.”

Go me, you think, slightly breathless from your monologue.

“Watch your mouth,” he says dryly. Something about the chastisement makes your stomach flip and your whole body tingle. “When you talk to me you call me Spencer. I will also accept Doctor Reid.” You wrestle down a smile, refusing to let him change the subject. A delayed sigh from him sobers up the conversation. “You know what I want. I’ve been very clear with you about that. But…”

“But…?”

Another sigh. A deeper, shuddering sigh, like his breath is searching for balance. Like Spencer is in a precarious position for which he was unprepared.

“But—but to be completely honest… I worry that you’ll regret choosing me. And I know virginity is a social construct and I’m not implying that your worth will somehow be diminished if we have sex but regardless of my views on virginity as a construct, having sex for the first time can be weird and scary and it’s incredibly intimate and I don’t want you to regret your first time like I regret mine because you chose the wrong person.”

The words come at you so rapid-fire it takes you a moment to process them. And aside from all the ways you want to reassure him that you will not regret choosing him—that you could never, ever regret anything about him—one thing stands out.

“You regret your first time?”

Something between a scoff and a sigh travels through the line. You can tell he’s not annoyed at you for asking so much as he’s flustered himself with all his own words as he occasionally does.

“Yeah. Yes. Sometimes I do. The person—she didn’t… like me as much as I liked her. And I was really, really in love with her, and she knew that and she knew she wasn’t in love with me—or maybe she was, I don’t know—but my point is, when one person likes the other more than the other person like them, things get complicated. And however you feel about me—that’s fine. It’s fine. I don’t want you to feel bad if we don’t feel exactly the same way about each other. I understand that this is newer for you, it’s different, I—I just don’t want us to do something we can’t undo because I don’t want to relive that. And I’m not saying it will never happen but I just don’t want you to make this choice when… when right now, I think we’re in different places emotionally. Regardless of that, I want you to choose the right person. I don’t want you to choose me and then find out that we feel differently after we sleep together and leave you feeling like you signed up for something you didn’t understand. I’m sorry. Maybe telling you this is selfish. But I’ve been thinking about it and trying to ignore it and I think I just have to be completely honest.”

Your ears ring like Spencer just fired a blank right into the microphone. Like you just got backhanded across the face and now you have the world’s worst case of whiplash.

Every finger is numb and your blood is so cold it feels blue as it slithers thick through your veins.

What you want to do is scream. What you want to do is go back to last night and stop yourself from almost telling him I love you, slap yourself and keep your cards a little closer to your chest. Because now he knows, and he doesn’t feel the same.

You want to scream bloody murder.

But when you try, when you unhinge your jaw and part your chapped lips and expect a bellow to come hurdling up the corridor of your throat with so much force it rattles your bones, all that falls out is a small, “oh.”

Maybe that’s worse.

Spencer doesn’t reply. You hate yourself for feeling obliged to fill the silence.

“I didn’t realize you…”

I didn’t realize that you don’t love me back.

I didn’t realize I like you more than you like me.

I didn’t realize you’d tell me to masturbate in your fucking bed and then drop this not even five minutes later.

If Spencer Reid was able to talk to you over the phone with the same amount of affection and familiarity as always, like everything was still okay, knowing you love him and he doesn’t love you the whole time, he is not who you thought he was.

“I’m sorry,” he lamely says again, like it could ever help.

More silence. Now you can’t bring yourself to speak, so Spencer does.

“I realize how awkward this is. I really didn’t mean to put you in this position. Especially not over the phone when I—god, I’m stupid. I’m sorry. But can we—can we talk about this in person when I get back? Please?”

Is that what grownups do? Is the proper etiquette for him to take you out to dinner and explain why he’s not in love with you? Is he going to break up with you?

What does one even wear to a breakup date?

“Okay,” you whisper. Your eyes sting, your everything stings, like you’ve been wrapped in a shroud of briar. Sheets that were soft a moment ago feel like sandpaper on open wounds. You feel like an open wound.

Spencer sighs. It’s a sound of relief that confuses and hurts you even more.

“Okay. I—okay. Thank you. Um—I’ll let you go back to sleep, now.”

“Okay,” you repeat—as if any of this were okay. But you can’t keep being that stupid girl who feels it all so much harder, who loves easily and begs to be loved in return, too naive to assume that someone who treats her so kindly might not reciprocate her feelings. It has to be okay, because if it’s not, you’re silly and dramatic and you’re just proving him right.

“Goodnight,” Spencer whispers, and you can’t help but feeling that it’s the last time you’ll ever hear those words from his mouth while you’re in his bed. And he’s not even fucking here.

So you pull the blanket a little higher. You let your tears stain his pillow because they’ll be invisible by the morning. It will be like they were never here. Like you were never here.

“Goodnight.”

part five

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