#yein | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ggidolsmuts · 2 years

Text

Tight Spaces - Yein

Hot, wet, and tight—that was the situation you found yourself in, in the throng of people bouncing in the pit of the Waterbomb Festival. You shake your head and squeeze the water out of your hair as you push your way to the edge of the crowd, and immediately you are blasted by the warm humid air of summer. Ugh, not much better, you need a drink. You head to the bar and get one overpriced beer. You down it in a gulp, gasping at the putrid taste as you quickly decide to get yourself another to wash away the taste.

"Does it taste any good?" You choke on your second beer as a husky voice floats into your ears over the din of the festival. You turn to see the sexy owner of said husky voice, dressed in a form-fitting white one-piece—just tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination, yet just long enough to make sure you only have your imagination to work with. She walks over, taking your leftover drink and downing it for you as you stare dumbly at her.

"Damn that's bad, you're better off with water." She takes her bottle of water, making a show of taking a long gulp from it, like she's in a commercial. Her eyes smoldering, she hands you the bottle, and you drink from it just like you drank her in moments before.

"Mm, sweeter," you say flirtingly.

"Really?" The long-legged lady closes the distance instantly, her lips a droplet-width away from yours. You tilt your head, as if to kiss her, and she let's out a soft laugh. "I'll find out later, come join me?" She takes you by the hand, and you assume she's leading you back to the crowd. Instead though she swerves away from the wall of water and meat, instead taking one of the "VIP" spots to the side—it overlooks the crowd, and there's fans blowing and tables to put your drinks on, paradise compared to the pit.

"Wow, this is great! Thank you Miss...?"

"Yein, just call me Yein, drop the Miss."

"If you want Miss— I mean Yein."

The music starts blasting, and Yein moves to the beat, bouncing up and down on her heels. The pit in front is a lot more wild, and people are spraying each other with water guns indiscriminately.

"Come on, move!" Yein grabs one lying on the table, and it is apparently fully loaded as you are sprayed with a strong gush of water.

"Hey!" You dodge, grab a similarly colorful rifle, and fire back at Yein, blasting a torrent back at her. The two of you spray wildly at each other, heads turned away, your bodies bearing the brunt of the jets of water.

"Truce, truce! I like this song!" Yein yells at you, waving her hand as a peace offering, and the Battle of Waterbomb pauses with a ceasefire. She starts dancing, and as she sways her hips her hands move back and forth, miming her pulling you over with a rope. You follow, letting yourself be drawn in. She dances in front of you, your bodies close enough that you can feel the heat from her, the light sweat on her making her shine under the hot sun. A shiver runs down your spine as she puts her hands on you, running them down your arms, inviting you to touch her, to hold her.

The distance between the two of you is small, and up close you can see how the water has soaked through her dress, making it look paper thin. Unfortunately though, your shorts, loose as they are, are also completely soaked,and the weight drags them down, outlining your erection for any who cared to see. Yein does, and her eyes drift down before you realize the issue.

"Ah, sorry—" you turn around hastily, your hands dropping to your crotch as you seek to awkwardly adjust your shorts somehow. Yein's hands go to your arms, turning you around. She pulls you flush towards her, and your erection is pressed against her.

"It's okay, I don't mind. Girls have it lucky."

"What do you mean?" Yein turns away from you, and she brings your hand daringly to her chest—when you almost instinctively press Yein back against you, the stiff nub on your palm is unmistakable.

Leaning back against you, she whispers, "I'm so wet right now." Yein grinds against you slowly, making sure she drags her butt all over the wet tent you are pitching. With the green light given, your hands roam her body daringly, squeezing her breast briefly before roaming over her flat tummy, and then dipping lower. Her hands reach back, holding you close, but also brushing ever so fleetingly over your shaft.

The flirtations continue, stopping just short of outright pawing at each other, still moving to the beat, pretending to "dance". It would look suspicious for anyone who looked your way, but the act on stage must be good, and no one even spares a look in your direction.

Driven by lust and a growing desire you grope Yein, squeezing her breast demandingly, leaving her dress wrinkled. She pushes herself against you more firmly, both of you groaning at the friction. Further forward she leans against the railing, and soon the two of you conduct foreplay in broad daylight—you lean down to kiss her, not so subtly humping yourself against her while you do so. You nibble on her neck, and Yein gasps into your ear—the whole section is vibrating due to the bass of the song, and it does wonders in stimulating the two of you.

Your hand presses down below her tummy, the tight dress the only thing stopping you from rubbing Yein directly. She turns around and grabs your arm, pulling it around her and redirecting it to her lower back.

"Behind, from behind..." You slip your hand through the opening in her dress, marveling at the thin fabric of her thong before going deeper, grabbing her ass and teasing her wet lips. In the intimate position, your hardness presses into her from the front while you do your best to tease her with your fingers, brushing her lips and dipping into her when you could. Your hand must have looked obscene from behind, distorting her dress, not even hiding that you had a hand down her outfit.

Hidden from view, the Battle of Waterbomb resumes as Yein wraps her hand around your cock, and even with your shorts over it she strokes you pleasurably, her fingers teasing your tip. The battle becomes a race, to see who could get the other off, a race with hopefully two winners. You nudge under her chin, moaning and marking her neck as she strokes you. In return you palm her breasts roughly, dragging your palm across her hard nipples, and she whines into your ear.

“More, I need more!”

You offer a knee, an olive branch pushing up between her legs, and Yein takes your invitation greedily, half sitting herself on your thigh. Her dress rides up like a white flag waived—Yein surrenders to her desire, and you can feel her heat sticking right on your thigh.

You plant your foot on the railing, and Yein starts grinding herself on you. She bounces on the balls of her feet to try and get herself more friction, more pleasure. Your hand helps her out, squeezing her ass as you pull and push her on top of you, spreading her juices liberally over your thigh. Your assistance is more than enough, and as the music reaches its climax, so does Yein, a loud but drowned out moan bursting out of her. She quivers and shakes through her orgasm, and when she comes down from it she kisses you in view of everyone, her tongue snaking around yours. You pull your hand out and let her get off you, your leg shining with her warm juices, like you've just popped a waterbomb.

"Let's leave," she whispers huskily, her hand grabbing your far too hard rod. The pressure almost makes you go right there, but she lets go at the last moment.

"Wait, I'm still—" Yein leaves you hanging literally—your shorts still outline your erection all too vividly. You dash to catch up with her around the corner, and as soon as you clear it Yein pushes you against the wall, going to her knees and pulling your shaft out.

You start to protest, looking left and right, praying that no one is watching, but all you can do is look up at the sky as Yein quickly takes you into her mouth, her tongue expertly wrapping around your cock like she did with your tongue earlier. Your hands dig into her wet hair, and with a few quick pumps her cheeks are filled with your load, your hips bucking into her until you finished.

Cheekily Yein makes a show of swallowing your load, showing you her tongue and the last bit of white liquid disappearing down her throat. With her job complete she grabs your arm, nearly pulling you down as she tries to get up. You stumble but hold on, helping her to her feet and pulling your shorts up again before anyone comes down the hallway.

"Wow, that was... something else," you gasp, watching her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Hope that didn't take too much out of you, now can we leave?" Oh, she wasn't done with you yet, and you already feel yourself stirring.

"Sure, we should leave now, before you have to suck me off again," you fire back, smirking at her forwardness. Yein leans in, and you groan as she grips your sensitive cock firmly, almost painfully.

"We should, before I fuck you here right now."

The two of you find yourself in a hotel near the festival, tracking water all over the lobby floor, too caught up with one another to be self-conscious about how obvious you two were being. The room door closes behind you, and you're already kissing Yein towards the bed. She laughs as you hastily try to take off your soaked clothes, and once you're naked she puts on a show, taking off, no, peeling off her tight wet white dress. It leaves her in a white bra and a matching thong, and you take over from there, pushing her onto the bed face first.

"So fucking hot," you mutter in her ear, kissing and biting at the hook of her bra, tugging it teasingly before getting rid of it. You go further down her immaculate back, kissing the dimples above her hips before admiring her ass, her cheeks perfectly framed by the thong. You kiss each cheek, kneading them, and with her legs lightly spread, you could see the outline of Yein's aroused pussy. The dampness is apparent as you playfully pull up on the thong, making her moan at the sudden pressure.

“Just take it off already!”

“Not yet.”

You lift her hips, and Yein gets the hint, getting up on her knees. That gives you clearance to lean in and start kissing her lower lips, licking her through her underwear before pulling it to the side for a direct taste.

"Oh fuck!" Yein moans into the bed as you eat her out, your fingers prying her flushed lips open and pushing your tongue deeper into her. You lick, suck, and teasingly nip at the waterbomb that is her pussy, and in return she releases her juice freely, her thighs quivering around your head as you drive Yein close to another peak. Soon she shouts in ecstasy, her fingers twist into the sheets, her legs kick the mattress, and the bedsheet quickly resembles her discarded dress—thin, tightly drawn over the bed, and well-soaked through.

But you needed more.

"God I need to fuck you right now," you groan, squeezing her ass again before pulling her thong off her long legs.

"Good, I need to be fucked right now, you have a condom?" You look for your shorts, finding your wallet and pulling one out. You roll it on, and with Yein's approval you hold her hips in your hands once more, and all you need to do is to just push in, and—

"Oh yes, fuck Yein!" you groan in pleasure. The condom feels shrink-wrapped around your shaft with how tightly she squeezes you, and you can't help but sink quickly into her, the two of you moaning loudly in the room as you mount her. Yein's thighs tremble when you lean over her, making her push back against you, granting you even deeper access into her body. With what happened at the festival there is zero warmup needed, so you rut into her, your bodies clapping together with one short thrust after another.

Yein sobs into the bed, utterly stuffed with you. She can't get enough of you in her, and her walls tighten around you, trying to suck your cock in deeper. You plunge into her with one particularly ferocious slam of your hips, and the resistance your rubber-coated tip hits let both of you know that she has completely taken you in—or rather, you had completely taken her.

"Fuck!" she raises her head and whines out loud. "Keep doing that!" You oblige her, and despite you putting most of your weight into fucking her, Yein keeps her hips raised, her thighs staying taut and strong beneath your pounding. Yein’s back curves and arches, using her flexibility to find the perfect angle to be fucked in.

And it is when her spine curves like a “J” does she explode, and even through the condom you groan at how wet she gets, your thrusts suddenly slicker and easier. You hold her up as the orgasm drains her of strength and fluids, leisurely thrusting through her peak until she relaxes on the bed.

"That was amazing, fuck! Go ahead, finish yourself off, I want to feel you cum." Yein looks back at you, completely satisfied, her hair wet and sweaty, her face tinged with the blush of orgasm. With control of her body regained her pussy squeezes you rhythmically, demanding you finish. You start thrusting with mad desire, and she whimpers in oversensitivity. But you hit your own peak before it becomes too much for her, and Yein moans decadently when you climax, feeling you throb and get hotter inside her.

Tiredly you crash on the bed next to her, and Yein turns to face you, kissing you contentedly before bringing her hands down to your crotch.

"Oh, no it's okay, I can take care of it." You reach down to unwrap yourself, but Yein insists on helping you, pushing your hands away and slowly removing the rubber over your deflating shaft. She holds it up to her face, examining your load, as if weighing it.

"Wow, that's a lot."

"Umm yeah, I mean, it was great." You're not sure how to respond to that.

"Good, let me take care of it... And oops!" She pinches the other end of the condom, and before you know it she has purposefully tipped the condom around! Your seed spills all over her body, like a cumbomb has just dropped on her. You watch the slimy liquid go down her chest, some of it flowing between her cleavage, while a few streams make the trek over her modest mountains. The cum trail between her breasts go down her midriff, pooling lewdly on her belly. Yein's skin is now marked with white, marked with you.

"Mm yes, it is a lot indeed." Her hands then wander her delicious body, spreading and smearing you all over her body—her neck, her breasts, nipples, midriff, thighs, all of her is covered. It is as if she is trying to use your cum as sunscreen, to wear your load like her dress that lay on the floor—thin, white, and doing nothing to cover her body. It was fucking hot, and you pull her in for another kiss, clearly intending to go another round, to dump another load all over her, but Yein gently pushes you away, laughing slightly.

"I'd love to go again, but I have plans later today."

"Oh, sure, no problem, maybe some other time?" you ask hopefully.

"Definitely."

The two of you clean up and get dressed, groaning as you put on your damp-instead-of-wet clothes. On the way out you exchange numbers with her, and you can only wave ruefully as Yein gives you a goodbye kiss before hopping into a cab.

Later that night you receive a text from her.

*Hey, are you attending Waterbomb tomorrow as well?*

*Maybe, what about you?* You debate making the effort to go, you were tired from today, but you would go if you could see (and fuck) Yein again.

*Not anymore, I had somewhere else in mind, you interested?*

You end up missing Day 2 of the Waterbomb festival.

You go somewhere else, somewhere just as hot and wet and tight.

Or rather, someone just as hot and wet and tight.