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thedreamingdevil · 27 days ago

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Wake UP

Lee Saerom × Male Reader

Incest, Brother-Sister, Squirting, Cum In Pussy

3,401 Words

A commission I received through Wattpad before that app went to shit and nuked my account. I know I was just a small fry there but they didn't have to do me dirty like that, smh 😔

It’s already noon, and your mom’s fed up with your older sister, Saerom, still passed out in bed. “Go wake that lazy sleepyhead up!” she hollers from the kitchen, her voice sharp with annoyance. You roll your eyes but trudge upstairs, knowing Saerom is probably sprawled out, dead to the world. You knock on her door, loud enough to make a point. Nothing. No answer, just silence. Typical.

You push the door open and step inside. There she is, Saerom, lying on her stomach, her white panties hugging her round, firm ass like they were made for it. Her crop top is riding up, showing off the curve of her lower back. She’s out cold, face half-buried in her pillow, looking way too comfortable for someone who’s slept half the day away.

“Saerom noona, wake up!” you call, standing at the edge of her bed. She groans, barely stirring, her voice muffled. “Five more minutes…” she mumbles, all whiny and pathetic. It pisses you off. She always pulls this crap, acting like the world revolves around her beauty sleep. You’ve had enough of her bullshit excuses.

Without thinking too hard, you tug down your sweatpants, letting them pool at your ankles. Your thick, veiny cock springs free, already half-hard from the sight of her ass in those tight panties. You stroke it a few times, feeling it swell in your grip. You climb onto the bed, careful not to jostle her too much, not yet. The mattress dips under your weight as you position yourself behind her.

You hook a finger under the edge of her panties, pulling them aside to expose her pussy. It’s pink, perfect, and fuck, it’s calling your name. You line up your cock, the tip brushing against her slit, and start pushing in, slow and steady. Inch by inch, her warmth swallows you, tight and slick.

Saerom gasps, her body jerking as her eyes snap open. “W-what the—?!” she stammers, voices hoarse with shock.

You don’t stop. You slide deeper, groaning as her pussy grips you, every soft ridge sending sparks up your spine. You bury yourself to the hilt, your cock throbbing inside her, pulsing with need. You stay there, letting her feel every inch, your breath heavy, “Wake up, noona. Time to get up.”

You grab the back of Saerom’s thick thighs, your fingers sinking into her soft flesh as you steady yourself. Her skin’s warm, almost burning under your touch, and you start moving—slow, deliberate thrusts, not rough, just enough to make her feel every inch of your thick cock sliding in and out.

Her pussy’s tight, gripping you like it doesn’t want to let go, and you can’t help but groan low in your throat. It’s pleasurable, almost too much, and even in her shocked state, Saerom’s body seems to agree.

She’s cursing loudly, a string of “Oh, fuck—shit!” spilling from her lips as her hands fist the bedsheet, knuckles turning white. Her hips shift slightly like she’s torn between pushing you away and pulling you deeper. Your cock fills her completely, stretching her, scratching an itch she didn’t even know she had. Her pussy clenches with every slow thrust, and the wet sounds of a cock moving inside her fill the room.

You remember overhearing her the other day, chatting with her best friend on the phone. Saerom was giggling, admitting how sensitive she is, how she loves fucking, how she can never get enough. You thought she was just talking big, but now? Her moans are proof enough—high-pitched, needy, slipping out despite her initial shock. She’s into this, even if she won’t admit it yet.

“Sorry, Saerom noona,” you murmur, teasing as you keep that slow, torturous rhythm. “Just trying to wake you up. Mom's gonna give us both an earful if you stay in bed all day.” You thrust a little deeper, feeling her walls flutter, and smirk. “Fuck, noona, your pussy’s so wet now. Is my cock that good?”

She gasps, her head whipping back to glare at you, but the flush on her cheeks and the way her hips start rocking back against you tell a different story. “Y-you little—ugh!” she groans, cutting herself off as another moan slips out, betraying her. Her pussy’s soaking, making every slide of your cock smoother, hotter, and you know she’s feeling it just as much as you are.

Saerom’s chest heaves, her breath hitching as she tries to form words. “P-pull out…” she gasps, voice shaky, barely holding it together. “This is fucking crazy!” Her eyes are wide, a mix of panic and pleasure, but her pussy got other ideas, clenching tight around your cock like it’s begging you to stay.

You groan, easing back just a bit, feeling her cunt suck you back in with every inch you try to pull out. “I’m trying, noona,” you say, smirking as you demonstrate—sliding out slowly, only for her slick walls to pull you right back. Then you thrust forward, slamming deep, making her jolt. “See? Your pussy is not letting me go.” You chuckle, keeping it playful.

“God, fuck!” Saerom curses, head tilting back toward the ceiling, her groan vibrating. She bites her lower lip hard, stifling a scream.

She’s fighting it—fighting the urge to yell at her own brother to keep going, to fuck her harder, more of that cock ravaging her insides. Her pride is hanging by a thread, but her hips twitch back to meet your thrusts. It’s messed up, so fucking wrong, but it feels too damn good.

You grab her plump, jiggling ass, fingers digging into the flesh, using it to pull her onto your cock with every thrust. Smack, smack, smack! Your balls slap her clit, the sound filthy and loud in the room. You’re buried so deep, stretching her pussy, and it’s overwhelming. You slow down, just a bit, trying not to blow your load too soon. Your cock is throbbing, and you’re not ready to end this yet.

Saerom gasps, twisting to look back at you, her eyes glassy. “Please, fuck– slow down,” she pleads, voice trembling. “Your cock is too much, and Mom will hear this fucked-up shit going down in her own house.” You glance at the door. Shit, it’s not even fully shut, just cracked open enough to make this reckless. You let out a chuckle, the risk only making your dick harder.

“Fine, noona,” you say, easing your pace to a slow, teasing grind, letting her feel every ridge of your cock. “I’ll take it slow. But… can I keep fucking you?” You tilt your head, half-smirking, waiting for her to decide.

Saerom takes a deep, shaky breath, her body trembling less now as she tries to think straight. After what feels like forever, she nods, barely perceptible. “Do whatever,” she mutters, voice low, defeated but hinting at her need. “Not like you’re gonna listen to me anyway.”

You keep the rhythm slow, just like Saerom asked, but you’re not about to let this get boring. Your cock slides in and out of her soaked pussy, each thrust deliberate, savoring the way her walls hug you tight. You shift your hips slightly, angling to hit deeper, and your fingers find her hair, thick and slightly damp with sweat.

You give a gentle tug, pulling her head back just enough to make her gasp, her lips parting as a low, whiny moan spills out. “F-fuck, what are you doing to me?”

Her toned body glistens under the afternoon light streaming through the window, sweat beading along the curve of her spine, her abs flexing every time you thrust in. “Goddamn, noona,” your free hand tracing the sleek lines of her waist, “your body is so fucking sexy.”

She shudders at your words, her pussy clenching harder around your cock, and you can tell she’s eating up the praise. You shift again, rolling your hips to drag your cockhead against that one spot inside her, the one you know will break her.

“Oh shit, right there!” Saerom’s voice cracks as her back arches, pushing her ass higher. You hit it again, and again, slow but relentless, and her moans turn into a string of desperate pleas. “Fuck, don’t—don’t stop, please, it’s so good, ugh!” Her fingers claw at the bedsheet, twisting it into knots as her body trembles beneath you.

You tug her hair again, just a little harder, tilting her head so you can see her face—flushed, eyes half-lidded, lips wet and parted as she pants. “You love this, don’t you, noona?” you tease, “Your pussy is so fucking wet, it’s swallowing my cock.”

She groans louder, a filthy, “Yes, yes, fuck, it’s too good!” slipping out as her hips start rocking back to meet your thrusts, chasing that high.

You mix it up, pulling out almost all the way, letting your cockhead tease her entrance before sliding back in, slow and deep. Then you switch to shallow, quick snaps, keeping her guessing, her pussy fluttering with every change.

“Oh my God, you’re gonna make me—fuck!” she inhales, her voice breaking into a sob as you hit that sensitive spot again. Her thighs quiver, and she feels herself getting close, her walls pulsing erratically around the meaty invasion.

Your hands slide to her plump ass again, giving it a light smack, not hard, just enough to make it jiggle. “Look at this ass, noona,” you grope the soft flesh. “Have you been fucked in this?”

She whimpers, a mix of pride and shame in her eyes as she mutters, “Shut up, you little perv, just—oh fuck, keep going!” Her words are all bravado, but the way her body melts under you doesn't look too convincing.

You lean forward, pressing your chest against her sweaty back, your lips brushing her ear. “I have to make you cum, noona,” you whisper, your cockhead grinding against that sweet spot.

Her moans turn into a high-pitched wail, “Yes, yes, right there, I’m—fuck, I’m cumming!” Her pussy clamps down like a vice, and you feel the rush of her orgasm, her body shaking as a gush of white, sticky cream smears your cock, trickling down her tensed thighs.

You keep moving, slow and steady, riding her through the climax, her body twitching with aftershocks. “Holy shit, noona, you’re creaming all over me,” you say, kinda with awe.

She’s a mess, panting, moaning, “Oh God, I'm cumming too much, fuck! Oh my God—” but her hips keep grinding back, greedy for more. You pull her hair gently again, guiding her to look at you, her eyes glassy with pleasure. “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum,” you tell her, and she whimpers, a shy, “S-stop saying that,” even as her pussy squeezes again.

You ease up, not wanting to overwhelm her completely, but you’re not done. You slide your cock out slowly, letting her feel the drag, then push back in, keeping it gentle but deep. “Can you handle more, noona?” you ask, smirking as you grind against her.

She takes a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re such a bad brother but yeah… fuck me more, if you want.” Her words are raw and needy, and you know she’s too far gone to care about anything but the pleasure now.

You spread your thighs wider, lowering your hips to shift the angle, your thick cock now poised to spear Saerom’s pussy in deep, upward thrusts. You grab both of her arms, pulling them back gently but firmly, her wrists locked in your grip like handles.

Her toned body arches beautifully, her plump ass raised high, trembling slightly as you line up and push in. Your cock stretches her outer lips, the slick, puffy folds parting slowly around your girth, hugging your shaft as you sink deeper. Her insides yield, warm and velvety, each inch you drive in molding her walls to your shape, spearing her with a fullness that makes her gasp.

Saerom cries, her voice a mix of shock, and almost a sob. “Your cock—it’s stretching me so much. It's so good— Ackkk!” Her pussy clenches tight, the outer lips taut around your base as you thrust upward, your cockhead carving a path deep inside, scraping against her sensitive walls.

The wet, lewd squelch of her slickness fills the room, her juices coating your swollen cock, making every thrust smoother yet more intense. Her arms strain in your grip, her body rocking with each quick, powerful plunge.

“Noona, you’re so fucking tight,” you groan, watching her ass jiggle and quiver, high in the air, as you plow her. Your cock stretches her outer lips wider, the pink flesh glistening with her fluid, while her insides pulse and grip.

She’s moaning now, loud and unhinged, “Goddamn it, Yah! Yu’re, ugh, too deep—fuck, I’m gonna lose it!” Her voice breaks into a cry, tears pricking her eyes as pleasure overwhelms her.

You keep the rhythm, fucking her upward for a solid ten minutes, your cock spearing her core, hitting that sweet spot that makes her shake. Her moans turn to sobbing pleas, “Please, oh God, it’s so good, I can’t— Hnn!”

Her ass is so high now, quivering uncontrollably, her toned thighs trembling as you pull her arms back harder, keeping her pinned. The sight of her stretched pussy, outer lips spread wide around your thick shaft, drives you wild, and you huff loud to keep calm.

Her third orgasm crashes through her, her pussy spasming violently, milking your cock as she screams, “I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming so hard!” Her ass shakes, high and taut, as a fresh wave of creamy slick gushes out, dripping down her thighs, soaking the sheets.

Tears stream down her face, her cries turning to whimpers, “I can't breathe, please, it’s too much!” You slow your thrusts, letting her ride the waves, her body collapsing but still trembling. You release her arms. She pants, barely coherent, muttering, “You're going to kill me like this… I'm being serious.” But her hips twitch, craving more.

You pull out of Saerom’s pussy with a wet pop, her slick juices clinging to your cock as you rest it between her plump, glistening ass cheeks. She glances back, eyes widening as she finally gets a clear look at your thick, veiny shaft, slick in her creamy release.

It’s messy, dripping with her cum, and her cheeks flush a deep red, a mix of shame and arousal. Your cock twitches, weakly smacking against her ass, and you smirk, casually rubbing her hips and squeezing her soft curves.

“Noona, how am I supposed to stop?” you say, “I haven’t even cum yet. That’s not fair, right?” Your cock pulses again, nudging her ass, and she stares, expressionless for a moment, “How the fuck can you still keep going?” You chuckle, shrugging. “I’m barely holding on, noona. Just want to make you feel good as long as I can.”

Saerom scoffs, but her hand reaches back, wrapping around your rock-hard cock, stroking it firm. She drags it along her slick slit, teasing, but before she can guide it back inside, your mom’s voice booms from the stairs, her footsteps climbing fast.

“Saerom! Get up!” Saerom’s eyes go wide, and in a burst of strength, she shoves you to the side of the bed, scrambling to the door. She shuts it silently, locking it just as your mom starts pounding.

“I’m awake, mom!” Saerom yells, voice steady despite her flushed face. “Just gonna shower!” Your mom’s voice cuts through. “Where’s your brother?” Saerom doesn’t miss a beat. “No idea! He woke me up earlier and went somewhere!” You slide to the edge of the bed, heart racing, ready to bolt for the bathroom, but Saerom is not having it.

She storms over, shoving you onto your back with a glare. The sound of your mom’s footsteps fades downstairs, and Saerom hisses, “Why the hell are you doing this sick shit, huh?” She yanks off her crop top, her perky tits bouncing free, and grabs your cock roughly, climbing on top of you. “You’re not going anywhere until we’re done,” she snaps, lining your thickness up with her pussy.

She sinks down, hissing as your cock stretches her again, her walls gripping you tight. “Fuck, it’s so big,” she moans, finally letting go and embracing the pleasure. One hand presses on your chest, steadying herself as she drops lower, taking you deeper until she gasps, “Ahh, shit, I can feel it so deep!” Her hips roll, her pussy swallowing every inch, and she’s moaning like she’s loving every second of this fucked-up mess.

Saerom’s bouncing on your cock like a woman possessed, her hips slamming down with wild, heavy force that makes the mattress bounce beneath you. Her ass slaps against your thighs, the sound echoing in the room, and her pussy so wet it’s soaking your groin, her fluid dripping everywhere.

She switches it up, rolling her hips back and forth, grinding deep, making your cock scrape every inch of her pulsing insides. You are both drenched in sweat, beads rolling down her toned stomach, her firm tits bouncing.

You’re huffing, chest heaving, barely keeping up with her relentless pace. Saerom’s moaning, loud and shameless, her voice a mix of gasps and filthy cries. “Fuck, is this fair now, huh?” she taunts, her eyes glinting as she rides you harder. “You like fucking me? Then you better not fuck anyone else’s pussy!” Her words are possessive, with heat, and it’s driving you insane.

Your hands grip her waist for dear life, fingers digging into her skin as your knees buckle, thighs straining to keep up. Your head lifts off the mattress, neck muscles tight, and all you can do is groan her name, “Saerom noona, fuck!” Your cock’s throbbing inside her, battering her inner walls with every roll of her hips, and you’re too far gone to form words.

She throws her head back, screaming. Her pussy clamps down hard, spasming as another orgasm explodes, her ass quivering and her legs stuttering. “Cum with me,” she gasps, voice shaky, “but if you make me pregnant, I swear—fuck, I’m not on anything!” Her words hit you like a shockwave, but it’s too late.

You’re groaning, hips jerking as you teeter on the edge, her tight, pulsing pussy and her filthy demands pushing you closer to losing it all.

You don’t give a fuck anymore. The heat of the moment takes over, and you wrap your arms around Saerom, pulling her close, your face buried in the sweaty nook of her neck. Her scent; musky, sweet, and something genuinely her floods your senses as you thrust one last time, unloading deep inside her pussy.

Burst after burst, your hot cum fills her, sloshing against her walls, and she shudders, a new kind of pleasure rippling through her. “Oh, God— filling me so much…” her voice trembling as she feels you flooding her, her pussy clenching tight, milking every drop.

You stay like that for a few minutes, bodies pressed together, breathing heavy, your cock still buried inside her. Your mind spins, replaying the insanity of what you’ve done. This whole thing—your fault, your stupidity.

What the hell were you thinking? Oh, right, you weren’t. Your dick was calling the shots, and now you’re here, tangled with your sister, her pussy still warm and full of your cum. You’re ready to take the blame, whatever comes next.

Saerom’s voice snaps you out of it. “Yah, you gonna let me go or what?” Her tone is sharp but soft, like she’s still catching her breath. You realize you’re still holding her tight, her body feeling way too good in your arms.

“I dunno, noona,” you mumble, half-dazed, “kinda feel sleepy now.” She scoffs, lifting her face and pushing herself up, her hands pressing against your abs. With a wet squelch, she pulls off your cock, your cum dripping out of her pussy as she separates from you.

“Sleep by yourself, you idiot,” she snaps, standing up, her legs shaky. “I’m showering and getting downstairs before Mom barges in again.”

Without another word, she grabs her towel and disappears into the bathroom, the door clicking shut. You lie there, staring at the ceiling, your body buzzing but heavy. Well, at least she’s awake now, you think, a dumb grin tugging at your lips as the reality of this fucked-up mess sinks in.

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thedreamingdevil · 4 months ago

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IVE Rei x Male Reader

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*Japanese

The forty-story glass building loomed before you, its sleek facade reflecting the morning sun. You smoothed down your suit coat, gripping your company ID like a lifeline. Your supervisor's words echoed in your mind: "Just a casual check-in with our Japanese partners." Easy for him to say, he wasn't the one navigating Tokyo without speaking the language.

The security guard accepted your ID with both hands, his expression courteous but firm. After a brief examination, he returned it with a gesture toward the waiting area. The glossy pamphlet on the side table offered little comfort. Its characters might as well have been abstract art.

"Good afternoon sir,"

The voice pulled your attention from the pamphlet. A woman stood before you, her presence commanding yet graceful. Her dark hair fell just past her shoulders, complementing the sharp lines of her business attire.

"Naoi Rei, I’ll be assisting you for today." she introduced herself, extending a hand. Her handshake was firm, professional. "Please follow me."

The elevator ride was quiet for the soft jazz playing overhead. You noticed how she stood, straight-backed, hands clasped before her, the very picture of corporate professionalism.

"First time in Japan sir?" she asked warmly, softening the elevator's fluorescent lighting.

"That obvious huh?"

A smile tugged at her lips. "You have that look about you. Wide-eyed, just taking everything in." She turned slightly toward you. "Tokyo can be overwhelming at first."

"Any suggestions for a newcomer?"

"I know quite a few hidden gems in the city." Her eyes met yours briefly. "Places tourists never find."

The elevator chimed, interrupting whatever was building in that moment. Rei gestured for you to follow, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor. The office buzzed with quiet energy, the soft murmur of voices, the gentle hum of computers, the distant ring of phones.

Rei led you to a meeting room along the corner, where an executive in his fifties greeted you with a slight bow. His silver-streaked hair and wire-rimmed glasses gave him an air of distinguished authority.

"Welcome," he said warmly. "I trust you found us without too much trouble?"

Rei translated, voice replicating the same warmth. Was it your imagination, or did her eyes linger on yours a moment longer than necessary?

"The building was hard to miss," you replied, settling into the chair she indicated. The seating arrangement placed Rei between you and the executive, close enough that you caught the subtle scent of her perfume.

"Well, shall we discuss how the partnership has been progressing?"

Rei translated, but this time, she carried a hint of playfulness. "He wants to know how well we work together." Her emphasis on 'we' was subtle but unmistakable.

The conversation flowed, a dance of languages and meanings. With each translation, Rei seemed to grow bolder, a lingering glance here, a subtle shift in her chair there. Her translations remained professional, but her body language told a different story.

"How do you manage your team?" the executive asked, innocently enough.

Rei's eyes sparkled as she translated. "He's curious about how you... handle things." Her foot brushed against yours under the table, too deliberate to be accidental.

"I believe in being... hands-on when necessary," you replied, maintaining eye contact.

She turned to the executive, translating your words with perfect professionalism, but her crossed legs angled slightly more toward you. The rest of the meeting became a delicate balance, maintaining corporate decorum while an undercurrent of tension built with each exchanged glance, each "accidental" touch.

The executive seemed pleased with the discussion, checking his watch. "I believe we've covered everything now, unless you have any other questions?"

Rei's translation came with a subtle bite of her lip. "He's wrapping up. But I'm sure there's more we could... discuss."

The professional facade was cracking, replaced by something electric, dangerous, and entirely unprofessional. But as you caught her eye, you knew neither of you cared anymore. "That could be arranged,"

Rei’s eyes lingered onto yours a bit longer than necessary as she turned to the executive. "I have no other questions,"

As the executive gathered his papers, Rei translated his closing remarks with perfect professionalism, but her eyes told a different story entirely. The tension that had been building throughout the meeting was reaching its breaking point.

"Thank you for taking the time to meet today," the executive said, standing and extending his hand.

"He said thank you for the stimulating... conversation," Rei translated, her voice low enough that only you could hear the suggestion in her tone.

You shook the executive's hand, maintaining your composure despite the heat crawling up your neck. After exchanging pleasantries, Rei led you back into the hallway, her heels clicking against the polished floor with newfound purpose.

"I should show you around before you leave," she said, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, not that anyone understood it anyway. Then, leaning closer, she whispered, "There's a utility room at the end of this hallway. Nobody uses it this time of day."

Your pulse quickened as you followed Rei down the corridor, past busy offices and meeting rooms. To anyone watching, it was just the translator guiding a visitor, nothing more.

She slowed her pace as you approached a door near the end of the hall. Glancing quickly in both directions, Rei reached for the handle.

The door opened to reveal a small storage room, shelves of office supplies, a utility sink, and not much else. But neither of you were looking at the surroundings as she pulled you inside, closing the door behind you.

She locked the door. The moment it clicked, she turned to you, professionalism cracking at the edges. "So," she murmured, voice dipping lower, "let's talk about that hands-on management style."

You didn’t bother with words.

Your mouth was on hers in an instant, capturing her gasp as you pressed her against the nearest shelf. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t patient. The tension that had been building throughout the meeting snapped in an instant.

She matched your urgency, her hands already at your tie, loosening it with quick, practiced movements. Your fingers traced the buttons of her blouse, slipping one free, then another, revealing smooth skin beneath.

"I've been thinking about this since I saw you through the lobby," Rei whispered against your mouth, her fingers already working at your tie.

The confined space of the storage room amplified every breath, every rustle of clothing, every muffled sound, everything. Your hands found her waist, the smooth fabric of her blouse a stark contrast to the heat emanating from beneath.

"Someone could hear us," you murmured, even as your actions contradicted your words.

"Then we'll have to be quiet," she replied, a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Her fingers moved with surprising dexterity, undoing your coat with practiced ease. "Unless you want me to translate that too? Let them know what we’re doing."

The joke broke the tension for just a moment before it rebuilt, stronger than before. Your hands found the edge of her skirt, bunching the fabric as she pressed harder against you.

"No more talking," she commanded, professional composure completely forgotten. She reached for your belt, working it open with precision.

The small room felt electric, charged with the hours of pent-up energy released in this stolen moment. Office supplies rattled on nearby shelves as you both moved against them, neither caring about maintaining order anymore.

You turned her around swiftly, hands rested on the curve of her hips, guiding her against the stacked shelf. Her breath hitched as your fingers slid up the smooth skin of her thighs, bunching her skirt higher until it barely covered her. Her palms pressed against the shelf, nails barely scratching the metal frame as she arched back, offering herself without a word. You could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, her body betraying how long she’d been waiting for this.

"You're already soaked," you murmured, running a finger along the thin strip of fabric that barely covered her. A soft, muffled gasp escaped her lips as you traced slow circles over her panties, teasing, taunting.

"Do you want me to translate how much I need you right now?" she whispered, voice thick with desire.

Instead of answering, you hooked your fingers into the waistband and tugged her panties down, letting them slide past her thighs before they dropped to her ankles. She kicked them aside without hesitation, spreading her legs wider in silent invitation.

Your fingers dipped between her folds, spreading her open, feeling how wet she was. "Fuck," you breathed, dragging your fingertips through the slickness before pressing one inside her. She clenched around you instantly, her breath catching as she bit back a moan.

"You need to be quiet," you reminded her, sliding another finger in, stretching her, curling just enough to make her shudder. "Unless you want everyone out there to know what a filthy little professional you really are."

Her head dropped forward, forehead resting against the shelf as she fought to control herself. You freed yourself, lining up at her entrance, teasing her with the head of your cock.

You gripped her hips, holding her still as you teased her entrance, rubbing against her, coating yourself in her wetness. "Tell me how badly you want it."

She turned her head slightly, eyes blazing as she met your gaze over her shoulder. "I’ve wanted it the second I saw you in that lobby," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Now stop teasing and fuck me."

A growl rumbled low in your throat as you thrust into her, burying yourself in one smooth, deep stroke. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry, fingers tightening around the edge of the shelf. You gave her a moment to adjust before pulling back and slamming into her again, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the small space.

"God—" she gasped, cutting herself off, trying to suppress her moans.

You grinned, gripping a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. "Careful," you warned, your lips brushing her ear. "Wouldn't want anyone to walk in and see you like this, bent over, dripping, taking every inch like you were made for it."

Her only response was a desperate whimper, her walls tightening around you, her body pushing back against yours, seeking more. You gave it to her fast, deep, relentless. The shelf rocked against the wall with every thrust, papers slipping loose, pens scattering onto the floor, but neither of you cared.

"You're so fucking tight," you groaned, your grip on her hips bruising as you drove into her harder, faster. She was trembling now, her legs shaking, her breath uneven as she neared the edge.

"Please," she panted, barely able to get the word out. "Don’t stop."

You reached around, finding her clit, rubbing harsh, quick circles in time with your thrusts. Her whole body tensed, back arching, muscles tightening as she came hard around you, her orgasm crashing over her in silent, shaking waves, pushing your cock out of her.

You felt her soft thighs press around your length. The slick wetness from her previous orgasm made it easy for your cock to slide in and out smoothly between the soft flesh of meat, lightly brushing her still dripping folds. Each slow thrusts teasing, matched with your hand creeping up to her perfectly sized breast.

Rei let out cute little whimpers, her fingers tightening around the shelf, trying to steady herself as you plant gentle kisses along her nape. You ran your hands up her sides, tracing her ribs through the thin fabric of her blouse before gripping her waist again, controlling her movements, making sure she felt every inch of you sliding between her thighs.

Her thighs squeezed tighter, the sensation delicious as you picked up the pace, fucking into that soft, slick heat. You could feel how wet she still was, how close she was again. "Sensitive?" You murmured against her ear, dragging your lips along the curve of her neck, sucking lightly, just enough to make her jerk, but not enough pressure to leave a mark, at least not for now.

Rei shivered, nodding weakly as she bit her lip before turning her face to you. Your fingers trailed down, dipping between her legs, teasing her folds just as your cock slid past. She jerked against you, a sharp inhale escaping her lips as you circled her clit again, rubbing in time with your thrusts. Her pleading eyes stared at yours, full of hunger, desires. Warm breaths hitting you before you closed the tiny gap in between your faces, claiming her plump lips, tounges slithering together, savoring each other’s taste.

There she was again with her cute whimpers, this time, against your mouth, her body trembling against yours, breathing uneven. Lewd wet sounds of your exchanged heat echoing the small space, the universal language of sex that didn’t need any translation for anyone to understand.

You felt yourself getting close, the friction of her plush thighs, the heat of her soaked pussy just barely out of reach, driving you to the edge. You pulled back at the last second, gripping her hips with both hands as you turned her around. Rei blinked up at you, dazed, her pupils blown wide with lust. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing still ragged.

Her back hitting the shelf as you lifted one of her legs, hitching it over your arm. The new angle exposed everything, her swollen, dripping entrance, still twitching from her last orgasm, waiting, begging for you to fill her again with your cock.

You lined yourself up, teasing her entrance with the head of your cock, reveling in the way she shuddered, her fingers gripping at your shoulders for support.

"Please…" Her voice was barely a whisper, but the desperation in it made something snap inside you. You thrust into her in one hard stroke, burying yourself to the hilt. The shelves behind her hit against the wall, the remaining office supply containers dropping down the floor. You somehow felt bad for someone who’s gonna clean all this mess, the wasted sheet of papers already unusable, soaked with Rei’s cum.

You didn’t give her time to adjust this time. You set a punishing rhythm, deep, unrelenting, each thrust forcing her against the shelf, her body completely at your mercy. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she held on, breaking her with every thrust. "Too much—!"

"You can take it," you growled, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at you. Her lips trembled, breath hot and uneven as she stared up at you, pupils wide, drowning in lust. "Yes, I can—ahh!"

You slammed into her harder, watching her back arch, her body forced against the shelf. The unrelenting force of your thrusts shaking both her and the unstable storage behind her.

"Don’t stop…" she gasped, nails raking down your back through the fabric of your shirt, her legs tightening around you as you drove into her relentlessly.

You grabbed her other thigh, lifting her completely off the ground, pressing her against the cold metal shelf as you held her in place, using your strength to fuck into her at a brutal pace. She had no choice but to take it, her body fully surrendered to you, trembling, shaking, as pleasure wracked through her.

"I-I’m gonna—!"

You felt it, her walls spasming around you, body shaking, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she—

Somebody knocked, forcing you to stay absolutely still, cock still burried deep into her, painfully halting Rei’s climax. You covered her mouth, preventing any unwanted cries of pleasure to be heard by someone out there. She’s still gasping, trying to catch her breath as you slowly continue your pace.

"What did he say?" You whispered before letting go of her mouth.

"Just asking if someone’s here,"

Coast is clear, you heard footsteps walking away from the room. You stared at each other, letting out breathy laughs.

"You were so close," you murmured against her ear, feeling the way her walls still fluttered around you, desperate for the release that had been stolen from her.

"F-fuck... I hate you," Rei whispered breathlessly, forehead pressing against yours, her nails digging into your shoulders. But her body betrayed her, still shifting against you, still silently pleading for more.

You smirked, pulling back just enough to watch her face as you rolled your hips, slow and deep, pressing her further into the cold shelf. "Hate me?" Another slow, deliberate thrust. "Or hate that I stopped?"

"A bit of both," she gasped, tilting her head back as pleasure took over her again.

"You wanna cum?"

Rei nodded frantically, staring at you with lips slightly parted, already lost in it again. "Please, make me cum,"

You gripped her thighs tighter, pressing it higher against your waist as you snapped your hips forward, resuming the brutal rhythm she needed, slamming into her deep and hard. She cried out, her voice muffled against your shoulder, her nails scratching down your back.

"You wanna scream?" you taunted, breath hot against her neck. "But you can’t, can you? Not unless you want them to hear how filthy you are, getting fucked like this in a storage room."

She nodded weakly, biting her lip to keep the moans inside.

"Then cum," you growled, thrusting harder, fingers digging into her skin as you drove her over the edge. Her whole body tensed, her pussy clenching down on you, squeezing tight as she came violently, her muffled moan vibrating against your skin.

You groaned, feeling the way she milked your cock, every pulse pushing you closer, her tight, dripping heat dragging you into oblivion.

"Fuck Rei,"

You buried yourself as deep as you could, white-hot pleasure crashing over you as you came inside her, filling her completely. She whimpered, shivering as she felt it, her body still shaking, still coming down from her high as you spilled every last drop into her.

Silence settled between you, both panting, pressed against each other, sweaty, spent.

You finally dropped her legs down as you pulled back, watching your cum slowly dripping on her thighs. "Messy…" you murmured, smirking.

Rei let out a breathy laugh, legs still weak, arms wrapped lazily around your shoulders. "That was the best fuck I’ve had here."

You kissed her—slow, deep, savoring the taste of her.

"Should we clean up?" You pressed your forehead to hers, glancing around the wreckage of the storage room, office supplies scattered, papers ruined, and the unmistakable scent of sex heavy in the air.

"Should we?"

You both chuckled, fixing yourselves back into the professionals that you were before you went in that room. "You free tonight?" You ask her.

She leaned against the shelf to steady herself, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Tonight?" she asked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"My hotel." you replied, straightening your tie.

Rei glanced at her watch, then took out a business card. She flipped it over, writing something on the back before pressing it into your palm. Her fingers lingered against yours.

With that, she unlocked the door, checked the hallway, and slipped out, once again the perfect professional. But the card in your hand, warm from her touch, promised this was only the beginning.

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Extended version of @mintwithchoco's prompt.

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