Starr ☆

You stir the pot on the stove, the aroma of Jeno's favorite stir-fry filling the kitchen. It's been like this for weeks—cooking his meals with extra care, hoping the gesture might spark something in him. Your lips wrap around the wooden spoon as you taste the sauce, sucking gently, the wood smooth against your tongue. It's a habit now, this oral fixation that's crept in since the last time you felt his cock stretching your mouth. Two months without it, and you're aching, needy in ways that make your cheeks flush when you catch yourself biting your lower lip or fiddling with straws during lunch. It's innocent on the surface, but deep down, it's all about craving him.

Earlier that day, you met your friend at the café. She eyed you over her coffee, tilting her head. "You look... off, Y/N. Where's that glow? You used to light up talking about Jeno." You laughed it off, stirring your drink with the straw, sucking on it absentmindedly while your mind wandered to his thick length. "Just busy," you said, but she wasn't buying it. "Girl, you need to get laid. That post-sex radiance? It's missing." Her words stung because they were true—your body screamed for release, for him to fill you up and breed you like you'd fantasized since your honeymoon whispers about kids.

Back home, you slip into that short silk robe, the one that barely covers your thighs, hugging your big tits and round ass. No panties underneath, just like always around the house, hoping he'll notice. You bend over to pick up a magazine from the coffee table as he sits nearby, reading one of his thick books, glasses perched on his nose. Your ass cheeks part slightly, the robe riding up, but he doesn't look up. Just turns the page. Frustration bubbles in your chest. You make it obvious—crossing your legs so the hem hikes higher, or leaning forward to adjust the pillows, your cleavage spilling out. Still, nothing. He thanks you politely for dinner, like you're a roommate, not his wife.

Nights are the worst. You lie in bed, waiting, your hand slipping between your thighs sometimes, but you stop because it feels wrong without him. He stays up late in his study, the light from his lamp glowing under the door until the clock ticks past midnight. By the time he slides into bed, you're feigning sleep on your side, heart pounding as the mattress dips. He doesn't reach for you, just sighs and turns away. You wonder if he's getting it elsewhere, some secret affair, but you push the thought down. No, Jeno's not like that. He's just... distant. Assuming you're tired, uninterested. If only he knew how badly you want his babies, his seed deep inside you, claiming you.

Tonight, after dinner, it's too much. You've cleared the plates, your robe tied loosely, and there he is on the couch, book in hand, ignoring the way your nipples harden against the silk. You stand in front of him, hands on hips. "Jeno, do you even want this? Us? You married me, but sometimes it feels like I'm invisible." He looks up, surprise flickering behind his glasses. "What? Y/N, of course I do." But his voice is calm, measured, like he's discussing the weather.

"It doesn't feel like it!" you snap, your sweet demeanor cracking under the need. "Two months, Jeno. Two months without touching me, without even looking at me like you want me. Are you not attracted to me anymore? Because I'm younger? Or do you just not care?" The words tumble out reckless, daring him. His jaw tightens, book snapping shut. "You think I don't want you? I've been giving you space, thinking you're exhausted from everything. You never initiate—"

"Because I'm waiting for you!" you shout, stepping closer. "My husband! But you treat me like a stranger. If you don't want me, just say it!" That's when he stands, towering over you, eyes dark. In a blur, he grabs your arm, spins you, and bends you over the armrest of the couch. Your robe flips up easily, hooking around your waist as he ties it there, exposing your bare ass and dripping pussy. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver.

"You want to act like a brat?" he growls, voice low and rough, hand coming down in a sharp spank on your round cheek. The sting blooms heat between your legs, turning you on more. "Dressing like a slut around the house, teasing me like you don't know what it does." Another smack, harder, your ass jiggling under his palm. You whimper, pushing back instinctively, but he presses a hand to your lower back. "Naughty little wife, thinking I don't notice. You've been begging for this without words." He reaches for his glasses, sliding them off and setting them on the side table with a clink.

The sound of his belt unbuckling echoes, metal clinking as he yanks it free. Your heart races, pussy clenching on nothing. You arch your back, pushing your ass toward him, ready to be taken, claimed. But he grabs your hip with his free hand, shoving you forward firmly. "Stay put, baby. Don't move until I say." His zipper rasps down, pants shuffling as he frees himself. You feel him then—hot, heavy, his big dick pressing against your ass cheek. He slaps it against your skin, the thick length smacking your flesh, sending jolts through you.

"Look at you, so wet already," he mutters, rubbing the fat head along your pussy lips, coating himself in your slick arousal. He drags it up, teasing your asshole, circling the tight rim before sliding back down. "Pushing back like a desperate slut. This what you want? My cock finally shutting you up?" You nod frantically, moaning as he notches at your entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushes in, stretching your walls around his girth. It's been so long, the burn delicious, until he's buried to the hilt, hips flush against your squishable ass, balls resting heavy against you.

He doesn't give you time to adjust. His hands grip your hips, one sliding up to palm your tit through the robe, kneading the soft flesh roughly, pinching your nipple until you gasp. Then he pulls back and slams in, deep and aggressive, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunts, thrusting hard, the couch creaking under you. "Acting all innocent, but you've been parading this pussy for me, haven't you? Slutty wife, needing her husband's dick to behave."

You cry out, loving the degradation, the way it makes your core tighten around him. "Yes, Jeno—Daddy, please!" The word slips out, and his pace falters for a second before he growls, yanking your hair lightly to arch your back more. "That's right, call me Daddy. Say it again, baby. Tell Daddy how much you want it." 'Daddy!' you whine, squeezing your walls around his pounding cock. He spanks your ass cheek again, the sound wet from your arousal, kneading the reddened flesh with strong fingers as he drives deeper.

"Trying to push back like a brat? No." His hand on your hip digs in, holding you still as you instinctively rock against him. Smack—another spank when you try again, the pain mixing with pleasure. "Stay. Let Daddy fuck you proper. Taming this needy pussy." You clench harder, milking him, your body trembling. His free hand snakes around to squeeze your other tit, rolling the nipple between his fingers, tugging until you're sobbing with need. "These big tits, bouncing for me. Made for my hands, my mouth." He leans over, breath hot on your neck, thrusts never slowing—deep, punishing strokes that make your ass ripple against him.

"God, woman, you're squeezing me so tight. Like you want my cum, don't you? Want Daddy to breed this slutty hole?" His words ignite your breeding kink, visions of his babies swelling your belly flooding your mind. "Yes, Daddy! Breed me—fill me with your kids. Only yours!" He groans, pace brutal now, one finger circling your asshole before pushing in shallowly, the dual sensation overwhelming. He fucks your pussy relentlessly while that finger teases your rim, in and out lightly, making you tighten impossibly around his cock.

The pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly. "Daddy, I'm—fuck!" You shatter, orgasm crashing over you, walls fluttering and clenching as you cum hard, juices soaking his shaft. He doesn't stop, fucking you through it, hips snapping with wet slaps. "That's it, cum on Daddy's cock, baby. Milk me dry." His dirty talk pushes you higher, body shaking. Minutes later, his rhythm stutters, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. "Gonna fill you up—breed my wife like she deserves." Hot spurts of cum flood you, his big dick pulsing as he empties inside, creampie thick and deep.

He stays buried, hips grinding to push it further, his hand stroking your hip soothingly now. "Good girl," he murmurs, breath ragged. "All mine." Only after his cock softens slightly does he pull out, a trickle of his seed leaking from your pussy. You collapse against the armrest, sated at last, the ache finally eased—but already craving more of him.

The first hints of dawn creep through the curtains, casting a soft, hazy glow over the bedroom around 5:30 AM. You stir awake, your body still humming from the endless breeding sessions of the night before, every muscle deliciously sore and marked by Jeno's possessive touches. Your short silk robe clings to your curves, the hem riding up high on your thighs, barely covering the swell of your big tits or the round squish of your ass. You glance over at your husband, Jeno, still deep in sleep beside you. His glasses rest on the nightstand, his dark hair tousled against the pillow, and without them, he looks almost boyish—peaceful, cute even, a far cry from the dominant, nerdy beast who fucked you senseless across every inch of the house just a few hours ago. A sweet ache blooms in your chest, mixed with that familiar horniness that never quite fades, especially for him.

You can't resist leaning closer, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, feather-soft so as not to wake him. His skin is warm, stubbly under your lips, and just as you pull back, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him in his sleep. You melt into the embrace, laying your head on his broad chest, the steady thump of his heart lulling you. Your fingers itch with need, tracing lazy patterns over his shirt, feeling the firm planes of his muscles beneath the fabric. He's so solid, so much older and stronger than you, and it makes your younger body tingle with that submissive urge to please him.

You shift a little to snuggle deeper, pressing your curves against his side, and that's when you feel it—something thick and insistent nudging against your hip under the covers. Your breath catches as you realize it's his cock, already tenting his pants, straining for freedom even in his dreams. You glance up at his face; his eyes are still closed, brows relaxed, completely unaware of the bulge begging for attention. That oral fixation of yours flares hot and insistent, the one that's plagued you for months without his touch, now amplified by last night's indulgences. You need to ease that ache between his thighs, to worship him like the sweet, horny wife you are for your hot, nerdy husband.

Carefully, you wriggle free from his arm, heart pounding with innocent excitement as you slip under the covers. The air is warm and musky down here, scented with him—sweat, cum, and that underlying clean sharpness that drives you wild. You position yourself between his legs, knees sinking into the mattress, your silk robe hiking up to expose your bare pussy and ass. His thighs are thick and powerful, framing you perfectly as you reach for his pants. Your fingers tremble slightly with reverence as you unbutton them slowly, zipper whispering down, and tug the fabric aside. His cock springs free, half-hard and heavy against his thigh, the tip already glistening with a bead of precum that makes your mouth water.

"Oh, Jeno," you think, biting your lip to stifle a whimper. It's so beautiful—thick, veined, the size of it always a thrill against your smaller frame. You wrap your hand around the base gently, stroking the velvety length with feather-light caresses, feeling it twitch and harden under your touch. Not wanting to wake him yet, you lean in, lips brushing the tip in a soft, loving kiss. Your tongue darts out to taste that salty drop, and you take just the head into your mouth, sucking softly, reverently, like it's the most sacred thing in your world. The warmth of him fills your senses, his flavor blooming on your tongue—musky, addictive, everything about your daddy's cock perfect.

He stirs faintly above the covers, a low hum escaping his throat, but his eyes stay shut. Emboldened, you swirl your tongue around the underside, tracing the sensitive ridge before dipping into his slit, lapping up more of that leaking precum. It coats your mouth, thick and teasing, and you pull back just enough to kiss the tip again, then drag your lips down the shaft in slow, worshipful pecks. Your hand strokes the underside in tandem, fingers gliding over the throbbing vein, while you lick broad stripes up and down his length. God, he tastes so good—his skin hot and smooth, the faint tang of his come from earlier lingering, making your head spin. Your pussy clenches emptily, but this is for him, your oral fixation demanding you savor every inch.

The need builds, pulling your gaze lower to his balls—heavy, full, hanging invitingly between his thighs. You nuzzle closer, inhaling his scent deeply, almost getting drunk on it as you press soft kisses to the soft sac. Your tongue flicks out, licking the seam first, then you take one ball into your mouth gently, sucking with tender pulls while rolling it on your tongue. The weight of it feels divine, so full and potent, and you hum around it, lost in the worship. You switch to the other, licking and kissing until they're slick with your saliva, your hand still lazily pumping his now fully hard cock above. He's stirring more now, thighs tensing under you, and when you suck a little harder, drawing one ball deep, his hand suddenly rests on your head through the covers—fingers threading into your hair, not pushing, just holding, silently urging you on. It sends a thrill through you, knowing even in sleep he wants this.

You lavish his balls a while longer, tongue rolling them with increasing devotion, kisses turning sloppy and fervent. The obsession grips you, your sweet innocence twisting into pure horniness as you nearly wake him with the wet sounds of your mouth. But you force yourself to pull back, trailing licks all the way up his length to the tip, where you focus again—sucking the head with gentle pulses, tongue swirling the slit until fresh precum floods your mouth. Finally, the craving wins; you part your lips wider and sink down, deep throating him inch by inch. His cock stretches your throat beautifully, the girth making your eyes water, but you take it all, nose brushing his pubes as you bob your head slowly, reverently. Your hand pumps the base in rhythm, squeezing just right, desperate for his cum to coat your throat.

That's what does it—your steady bobbing and pumping pull him from sleep. The covers lift suddenly, cool air hitting your flushed skin as Jeno peers down, his eyes bleary but darkening with lust behind the sudden reach for his glasses—no, he leaves them off, voice rough with sleep. "Fuck, baby... look at you. My cute little slut of a wife, throat stuffed with Daddy's cock first thing in the morning." You glance up, cheeks hollowed around him, tits heaving in your barely-there robe, and meet his gaze—innocent eyes wide with need for your hot, nerdy husband. He groans, hand soothing through your hair now, petting you like a good girl. "Don't stop, woman. Keep bobbing that pretty mouth on my dick. Suck Daddy like you need it."

His praise lights you up, and you obey eagerly, head moving faster, throat relaxing to take his deep, controlled thrusts as he starts to fuck your face. His hips buck up gently at first, then firmer, cock sliding in and out with wet, obscene sounds. "That's it, slut—take every inch. You were made for this, weren't you? Worshipping your older husband's fat cock." His fingers tangle in your hair, not pulling hard but guiding, soothing strokes mixed with the occasional tug that makes you moan around him. The daddy kink surges, your pussy dripping onto the sheets as you hollow your cheeks, tongue pressing the underside. He swells in your mouth, breaths ragged. "Gonna cum down your greedy throat, baby. Swallow it all for Daddy."

With a guttural curse, he holds your head steady, thrusting deep one last time as hot spurts flood your throat. You swallow greedily around him, not wasting a drop—his cum tastes so fucking good, thick and salty, sliding down like the sweetest reward for your fixation. He pulses for what feels like forever, hips stuttering, until he finally loosens his grip. You pull back slowly, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening tip, chest heaving as you catch your breath. But you're not done; leaning in, you take the head back into your mouth, sucking softly to clean every trace of his release, tongue lapping at the slit.

Jeno watches, hand still in your hair, petting soothingly as you lick down his length, gathering any stray drops with devoted swipes. "Good girl. Clean Daddy's cock like the perfect little slut you are."

You linger there between Jeno's thighs, your lips still tingling from the taste of his cum, that thick, salty essence coating your tongue like a forbidden treat. Your oral fixation hums beneath your skin, never fully sated, and as you lap the last traces from his softening cock, a new craving stirs deep in your belly. Last night, he devoured your ass with such hungry precision, his tongue plunging into you until you were a trembling mess, begging for his cock. The memory floods you—his strong hands spreading you open, that hot, wet mouth claiming every inch. Now, with him laid out before you, relaxed and spent, you feel the pull to return the favor, to worship him in that intimate, taboo way. Your cheeks flush hot at the thought; you're the sweet, innocent wife, younger and submissive to your dominant, older husband, but the horniness wins out, twisting your innocence into something bold and needy.

You pull back slightly, your big tits brushing his thighs as you look up at him through your lashes, robe hanging open to expose your curves. "Jeno..." you whisper, voice soft and tentative, biting your lip. "Can I... can I rim you? Like you did to me yesterday? I want to taste you there, make you feel good." The words tumble out, laced with that innocent plea, your eyes wide and earnest on your hot, nerdy husband's face.

He chuckles low, a rough, sleepy sound that vibrates through his chest, his hand still stroking your hair in soothing passes. His eyes, soft without his glasses, gleam with amusement and a flicker of surprise. "Oh yeah? My little slut wife wants to eat Daddy's ass now?" He teases, fingers tightening just a bit in your strands before loosening, petting you like you're his precious pet. "Didn't think my sweet baby had it in her to go that far. You sure you can handle tonguing your older husband's hole? It's not like sucking my cock—gotta get in there deep if you want to make me groan." He considers it for a moment, shifting his hips, his cock twitching against his lower abdomen as it starts to harden again from the mere suggestion. The size of him, even semi-soft, rests heavy on his stomach, a reminder of his dominance. Finally, he nods, voice dropping to that commanding timbre. "Alright, baby. Go on then. But pull my pants down all the way first—give yourself easier access to what you want."

Your heart races, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in your chest as you obey. Fingers hooking into the waistband, you tug his pants fully down his strong legs, the fabric sliding over his calves until you bunch them at his ankles, pushing them off the edge of the bed to the floor. He's bare now from the waist down, thighs parted just enough to invite you in, his ass cheeks firm and perfectly proportioned—not too big or thick, just the right size and heft that fits your hands like they were made for it. The sight of him exposed like this, so vulnerable yet commanding, makes your pussy clench with fresh need. He's your daddy, older and in control, and the idea of rimming him feels a little wrong, a little filthy for your innocent self who's only ever received it before. You've never done this, never pushed your tongue into a man like that, especially not your dominant husband who towers over you in every way.

You hesitate, kneeling there between his spread legs, your hands resting on his knees, gaze fixed on the dark crease of his ass. "I... I've never rimmed before, Jeno," you admit softly, voice trembling with that sweet uncertainty. "Only you did it to me yesterday. And you're... you're older, It feels kinda naughty, like I shouldn't..."

His hand cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes, thumb stroking your bottom lip in gentle encouragement. "Hey, none of that, my slutty little wife," he murmurs, voice warm but firm, pulling you closer with a soothing stroke through your hair. "You asked for it, baby, and Daddy's gonna let you have it. It's not wrong—it's you worshipping your husband, showing me how horny you get for this nerdy cock and everything attached. Come on, woman, get down there and lick my ass like the good girl you are. Spread me open and taste what you crave." His words wrap around you like a command wrapped in praise, easing the hesitation, making your body hum with submission.

Emboldened, you lean in, hands sliding up his thighs to grip those perfect ass cheeks, parting them gently to reveal his tight hole. It's clean, musky with his natural scent that hits you like an aphrodisiac, drawing you closer. Your breath fans over him first, tentative, before your tongue darts out for a shy lick along the rim. The texture is new—warm, slightly puckered, and you taste the faint saltiness of his skin, so intimately him. Jeno groans above you, his cock tapping lightly against your forehead as it hardens fully, resting heavy on his abs now, the tip leaking anew. "Fuck, yes, baby—just like that. Lick Daddy's hole."

You grow bolder with his encouragement, flattening your tongue to lap broader strokes around the sensitive ring, circling it with wet, devoted swipes. Your hands massage his inner thighs, fingers caressing the firm muscle there, kneading softly as you work. The hesitation lingers when you think about pushing further, about tongue-fucking him like he did you last night, but his hand in your hair soothes you again, petting in slow circles. "Don't hold back, my sweet slut. Tongue it—fuck my ass with your mouth. Show me how much you want to please your husband."

That does it. You press your tongue against his hole, sucking gently at first, drawing the rim into your mouth with soft pulls that make him hiss in pleasure. The flavor intensifies, earthy and addictive, fueling your oral fixation as you lick deeper, probing the tight entrance. Finally, you push inside, tongue-fucking him with tentative thrusts that grow more confident, swirling and delving as far as you can. Jeno's thighs tense under your massaging hands, his cock throbbing against his stomach, occasionally brushing your cheek with its weight. "Shit, baby, that's my good wife—eating Daddy's ass so eagerly. Deeper, slut, make it sloppy." His dirty talk spurs you on, voice rough with arousal, fingers stroking your scalp in rhythmic praise.

By now, the newness fades into pure confidence, your innocent horniness taking over as you rim him with fervent dedication. Your tongue thrusts steadily, sucking and licking his hole until it's slick and glistening with your saliva, hands caressing his inner thighs in firm, loving squeezes. His ass clenches around your intrusion, the perfect size filling your palms just right, not overwhelming but solid and responsive. You lose yourself in it, humming against him, the vibrations drawing out his moans—deep, uncontrolled sounds from your dominant husband that make you feel powerful in your submission. His cock leaks steadily onto his abs, the scent mixing with everything, and you can tell he's close to the edge again, hips rocking subtly into your mouth.

"Goddamn, woman, you're a natural at this," he growls, hand tightening in your hair just enough to guide you, soothing strokes following each pull. "Keep tonguing my hole like that, baby—Daddy's gonna cum just from your filthy little mouth on my ass." The praise floods you with heat, your pussy dripping as you double your efforts, licking and sucking with abandon, hands roaming higher to graze his balls, massaging them lightly while you devour him. It's intimate, raw, and so fucking hot—your sweet self giving everything to your nerdy, older husband, no holds barred.

Days blur into a haze of domestic bliss and insatiable hunger, your married life with Jeno transforming into something deeper, more primal since that first tentative rimming session. You've become utterly drunk on the taste of his hole, that forbidden intimacy etching itself into your soul like a brand. Your oral fixation, once laser-focused on his thick cock, has expanded to crave the musky warmth of his ass, the way it clenches under your tongue. It's still hesitant for you—your sweet, younger self blushing at the audacity of tonguing your older, dominant husband like this—but the need overrides everything. You find yourself seeking opportunities everywhere, in the quiet moments of your shared home, your big tits heaving with anticipation as you drop to your knees or pull him close, whispering your plea with wide, needy eyes.

Jeno never denies you. How could he? His nerdy, glasses-wearing facade cracks every time you beg, your slutty eagerness to please him melting his resolve. "Anything for my sweet wife," he'll murmur, voice rough with affection, letting you have your way as he eases into a subtle submissiveness that only heightens the thrill. He's still your daddy, commanding in bed and beyond, but when your mouth finds his hole, he yields, stroking your hair in soothing rhythms, praising your devotion until you're lost in it.

It starts small, that morning after your first time. You're in the kitchen, sunlight filtering through the curtains as you bend over the counter in a short robe, your round ass peeking out just enough to tease. Jeno's behind you, sipping coffee, his hand absently palming your cheek through the fabric. But your mind wanders back to last night, the way his perfect ass—firm, just the right size and thickness, fitting your grip like it was sculpted for you—felt under your tongue. The craving hits hard, your pussy clenching as you turn, dropping to your knees on the cool tile without a word at first.

"Jeno," you whisper, looking up at him with that innocent flush, hands already tugging at his sweatpants. "Can I... please? I need to taste you there again. Your hole... it's all I can think about." Your voice trembles, hesitation flickering because it feels so naughty, so reversed from your usual submission, but the hunger in your eyes betrays you.

He sets his mug down, a low chuckle escaping as he cups your chin, thumb tracing your lips. "Already, baby? My little slut can't get enough of Daddy's ass?" There's a teasing edge, but his eyes darken with want, and he nods, shifting to lean against the counter. "Go on, woman. Worship your husband like you mean it." No resistance, just that encouraging stroke through your hair as you pull his pants down, exposing him. You start as you always do now—worshipping his cock first, because it's the gateway to everything. Your lips wrap around his thickening shaft, sucking greedily, tongue swirling the head until he's hard and leaking, tapping heavy against his abs when you pull off with a pop. Only then do you nudge him to turn, guiding him to spread his legs.

He complies, pants pooling at his ankles, ass presented just right. You part those cheeks with reverent hands, diving in with broad licks up and down his rim, savoring the earthy tang that makes your mouth water. "Fuck, yes, lick Daddy's hole, slut," he groans, hand soothing your scalp in slow circles, his usual dominance softening into pleased surrender. Your fingers massage his inner thighs, kneading the tense muscle as you flatten your tongue, dragging it from the base of his balls to the top of his crease, over and over, until he's slick and trembling.

Emboldened, you suck on his hole, drawing the puckered ring into your mouth with wet pulls that make him hiss. His cock throbs against his stomach, occasionally brushing your forehead as he shifts, the weight of it a constant reminder of his size. You hesitate only a second before pushing your tongue inside, fucking him with shallow thrusts that deepen as his praises flow. "That's it, baby—tongue-fuck me deeper. My good wife, so eager for this." Occasionally, you pull back to kiss and lick his balls, sucking one into your mouth gently, rolling it on your tongue before returning to his ass, the cycle driving him wild.

And then the words spill from you, unbidden, as you tongue him steadily, your voice muffled against his skin. "Jeno... all my friends have kids now. I see them with their babies, and I want that. Want your babies inside me, filling me up. I wanna give birth to them, cherish every one—your babies, Jeno. Breed me, please, make me swell with them." It's breeding talk laced with your rimming devotion, the words vibrating into him as you suck harder, massaging his thighs with firm caresses.

He moans, hips rocking back subtly, his hand stroking your hair in rhythmic praise. "Shit, woman, keep talking like that while you eat my ass. Daddy's gonna give you all the babies you want, fill that pussy till you're dripping." It's the first of many such mornings, your oral fixation blooming unchecked.

Afternoons find you in the living room, Jeno sprawled on the couch after a long day at his desk, glasses perched on his nose as he reads. You crawl between his legs during a commercial break, robe slipping off your shoulders to bare your big tits. "Jeno... can I?" you ask, hesitant even now, biting your lip as if it's the first time. He sighs contentedly, setting the book aside, a small smile playing on his lips— that subtle shift toward submissiveness showing in how he spreads without prompting.

You free his cock first, of course, stroking and sucking until it's rigid, resting heavy on his abs, tapping rhythmically as you maneuver lower. Pants shoved down, you lick broad stripes along his rim, the familiar taste flooding your senses, making you hum in delight. Your hands work his inner thighs, massaging in deep, soothing presses that relax him further into the cushions. Sucking his hole draws out those deep groans, your tongue probing, fucking him with confident thrusts now, the hesitation fading into pure craving.

Every so often, you detour to his balls, kissing and licking the sensitive skin, sucking gently before plunging back into his ass. His cock slaps against your cheek this time, pre-cum smearing your skin as he twitches. "Baby, you're turning Daddy into your personal feast," he rasps, fingers threading through your hair, petting softly, praise dripping like honey. "Love how you worship me, slut—keep tonguing that hole."

The breeding pleas come naturally now, whispered between licks. "I need your seed, daddy. Want to carry your babies, feel them kick, love them forever. All my friends are moms... make me one too." Your voice is breathy, devoted, as you massage higher, fingers grazing his base.

"Fuck, yes—gonna breed you full, woman. Every drop for my wife," he promises, voice husky, yielding to the pleasure you're giving.

Evenings in the bedroom become ritual. After dinner, as he undresses, you tug at his waistband, eyes pleading. "Please, Jeno... let me taste your ass tonight." Hesitation lingers in your blush, but he just nods, lying back on the bed, legs parting invitingly—a sign of how he's softened to your fixation, letting you lead this intimate dance.

Cock worship precedes it: you deep-throat him sloppily, gagging softly until he's throbbing, then guide him to flip or spread. Broad licks coat his rim, sucking follows, tongue-fucking deep and relentless while your hands caress his inner thighs, thumbs pressing into the muscle to heighten every sensation. His cock taps his stomach insistently, leaking steadily, brushing your arm as you work.

Ball sucking intersperses—wet kisses turning to gentle sucks that make him buck—before you redouble on his hole. "Jeno, breed me... I want your babies so bad. Give birth to them, raise them with you. Please," you murmur, the words fueling your fervor, tongue swirling inside him.

He strokes your hair endlessly, soothing and praising. "My perfect slut wife—eat Daddy's ass like you own it. Gonna fill you up, baby, give you everything." His submissiveness peeks through in the way he arches into your mouth, moans unrestrained, your older husband surrendering to your needy mouth.

Nights like these stretch on, your fixation weaving into the fabric of your life. In the shower, you drop to your knees under the spray, rimming him against the tile, water mixing with your saliva. On the stairs, quick and desperate after a teasing glance. Even in the laundry room, folding clothes turns to you bending him over the dryer, tongue delving deep.

Each time, the cycle repeats: cock sucked to hardness, then his perfect ass claimed by your mouth—licking, sucking, fucking with your tongue, hands massaging those thighs. His cock taps and leaks, balls worshipped sporadically, and your breeding talk flows like a mantra. '

"Want your babies, Jeno —your babies inside me, cherishing them forever."

Jeno's praises never cease, hair strokes grounding you. "Good girl, woman—Daddy loves his eager slut. Keep going, gonna breed you soon." He's yours in these moments, slightly submissive, utterly devoted, your married life a symphony of filth and love, your oral craving for his hole binding you tighter with every lick.

A Year Ago

The tropical sun beats down on the private beach as your honeymoon with Jeno unfolds, the air thick with salt and the distant crash of waves. It's your first days as husband and wife in this arranged marriage, and everything feels tentative, like stepping onto unfamiliar sand. You're in your mid-twenties, full of quiet anticipation, your body—curves accentuated by big tits and a round, squishable ass—humming with unspoken desires. Jeno, early thirties, relaxed and calm with that introverted air, sits on the villa's shaded porch in his button-up shirt and slacks, glasses perched on his nose as he flips through a book. He's polite, always respectful, but there's a distance, as if he's giving you space to adjust to this new life together. You haven't consummated the marriage yet; you've been waiting for him to make the first move, your heart fluttering at the thought, while he seems content to let things simmer, perhaps assuming you need time or simply not driven by the same urgency for intimacy.

The villa is secluded, nestled on this lush island resort with its own stretch of white sand and turquoise water, far from other guests. You've changed into the tiniest bikini you packed—a skimpy two-piece that hugs your ample breasts and barely covers the swell of your ass, the fabric thin and revealing. Stepping out onto the beach, you feel the warmth on your skin, but when you glance back at Jeno, his eyes widen behind his glasses, a flush creeping up his neck. He shifts in his chair, setting the book down, his gaze lingering a beat too long on the way the bikini ties strain against your curves.

"You look... incredible," he says, voice steady but with an edge, standing to approach you. His hand hovers near your arm, not quite touching. "But maybe wear something over it? A cover-up? This beach is private, but still..." There's a possessiveness in his tone, subtle but there, like he doesn't want even the wind to claim a view of his new wife.

You tilt your head, smiling softly, the sun catching the excitement in your eyes. "Why cover up when I'm just going in the water? There's no one around, Jeno. It's our honeymoon—let's enjoy it." You don't wait for more protest, turning toward the sea, your hips swaying naturally as you walk, the bikini bottom riding up just enough to expose the lower curve of your ass cheeks. Unbeknownst to you, the position is compromising, your body arched slightly as you bend to adjust your sandal, giving him a full view that tests his restraint without you realizing it.

He clears his throat, adjusting his glasses, but follows a few steps, his possessiveness winning out over his reluctance. "I reserved the entire beach for us," he admits quietly, as if it's no big deal, though the gesture speaks volumes—his way of ensuring privacy without fanfare. You splash into the shallow waves, the water cool against your heated skin, laughing as you dive under a breaker. Emerging, you glance back, water streaming down your body, bikini clinging transparently in places, nipples pebbling from the chill. Another unintentional tease: you float on your back, legs kicking lazily, your tits buoyant and on display, the sun dress you left inside forgotten.

But Jeno doesn't join you. He lingers at the water's edge in his clothes, hands in pockets, watching with that calm demeanor. "I'm not much for swimming," he calls out, voice polite. "You go ahead—enjoy." Disappointment flickers, but you swim longer, hoping he'll change his mind. When the sun climbs higher and your skin prunes, you wade back, wrapping a towel loosely around your waist, the bikini still damp and revealing as you head to the beach house.

Inside the airy villa, with its open layout of bedroom, kitchenette, and living area overlooking the sea, Jeno hasn't moved much. He's at the small desk now, glasses reflecting the light from his laptop, still fully dressed. The sight irks you slightly—he's missing the paradise outside. Determined to bridge the gap, you decide to tease deliberately this time, slipping into the bedroom to change. You select a slutty sundress, short and sheer, the fabric draping over your bikini like a whisper, low-cut to showcase your cleavage, hem barely skimming your thighs. When you emerge, barefoot and glowing from the sun, you lean against the kitchen counter, the dress riding up to hint at your ass.

"Jeno, talk to me," you say, voice genuine, no flirtation laced in. "What's on your mind? This place is beautiful—tell me what you think of it." You pour yourself a glass of water, turning to face him, the dress shifting to expose more thigh.

He looks up, polite as ever, a small smile tugging his lips. "It's peaceful. The reservation was a good choice—quiet, just like I prefer." His response is formal, respectful, like you're a colleague rather than his wife. "And you? Enjoying the water?"

You nod, stepping closer, sitting on the arm of the couch near him. "It's amazing. But it's better shared. What about you? Do you read a lot on trips like this?" The conversation flows haltingly, your questions met with measured answers—about his work, the island's history, avoiding anything personal. His eyes flick to your dress once or twice, but he averts them quickly, maintaining that introverted calm. Frustration builds, but you keep it light, sharing stories from your life, hoping to draw him out.

As the days stretch, the pattern holds: you venture to the beach in your bikini, compromising positions abound—bending to pick shells, your ass presented unwittingly; stretching on the sand, tits straining the top; emerging from the water with wet hair plastered, body glistening. Each time, Jeno watches from the villa, blushing faintly, his possessiveness showing in how he suggests cover-ups or joins you on the sand fully clothed, a towel over his lap. He never initiates more, and you wait, your body aching for his touch, tiny pussy clenching at the thought of his hidden size beneath those slacks.

One evening, as the sun dips low, painting the sky in oranges, you find him on the porch again. The air is warmer, charged. You've changed into a simple robe over your bikini, but it gaps open slightly as you sit beside him. 'Jeno,' you start softly, heart pounding. "We've been married a few days now. Have you thought about... us? About consummating things?"

He sets his book down, turning to you fully, glasses catching the light. His expression softens, surprise mingling with resolve. "I have. I didn't want to rush you—arranged or not, this is new for both of us. But yes, if you're ready... I am." Relief floods you; he's brought it up, just as you've hoped.

That night, in the king-sized bed of the beach house, it begins softly. Jeno's hands are careful as he unties your robe, exposing your body inch by inch. His lips meet yours in a tentative kiss, gentle and exploratory, tasting of salt air and unspoken want. You melt into it, your big tits pressing against his chest through his shirt. He undresses slowly, revealing his lean frame, and when his pants drop, your breath catches—his cock is massive, thick and long, veined and heavy, far beyond what his nerdy, glasses-wearing politeness suggests. It throbs visibly, the head already glistening with pre-cum, making your mouth water and your tiny pussy throb in anticipation.

As he positions himself between your legs, you reach for him, but he pauses, reaching for a condom from the nightstand. "We should use this," he says gently, voice firm. "Just to be safe—no accidents on our honeymoon."

You pout, your hand stroking his length lightly, feeling it twitch under your fingers. "Jeno, please... I want to feel you, all of you. We're married now. I trust you." Your voice is sweet, pleading, your eyes wide as you look up at him, your sweet little wife begging without words.

He hesitates, glasses slipping slightly down his nose, his cock aching against your thigh. "It's responsible. What if—"

'Jeno,' you interrupt softly, pulling him closer, your round ass shifting to rub against him. "I want this. Us. No barriers." The argument is brief, your persistence wearing him down, his resolve cracking under your earnest gaze and the heat of your body.

With a sigh, he sets the condom aside, nodding. "Alright, If that's what you want."

He lays you back in missionary, sliding into your tiny, tight pussy with a groan that vibrates through you. "God, you're so tight," he murmurs, voice low and strained, no dirty words, just raw honesty. Your walls grip him like a vice, clenching around his girth as he thrusts deep, hitting spots that make stars burst behind your eyes, the bare skin-on-skin friction sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. It's not vanilla despite his look; his pounding is relentless, hips snapping with precision, burying himself to the hilt every time, the slick sounds of your arousal filling the room. You cum first, shuddering around him, multiple waves crashing as he keeps the rhythm steady, careful but unyielding, your juices coating his bare cock.

Kisses deepen as he moves—starting soft, then hungry, his tongue delving hard and passionate, like he's been starving for this, teeth grazing your lower lip. He pulls out only to flip you to doggy in the bedroom, hands kneading your round ass, squishing the flesh as he slams back in, the raw drag of his thick shaft stretching you impossibly. The angle lets him go even deeper, your pussy fluttering, gripping tight enough to draw another groan from him, your walls milking him desperately. Orgasms ripple through you, one blending into the next, until he pulls out at the last second, hot cum spilling across your ass cheeks in thick ropes, marking you without filling you—yet.

Morning comes with more. You wake to his mouth on you, soft kisses trailing down to your pussy. He eats you out reverently, tongue lapping at your folds, circling your clit until you arch, cumming on his face, your thighs trembling around his head. Then he takes you again, this time on the couch in the living room, your legs over his shoulders in missionary variation, his glasses fogging slightly as he pounds deep, your tits bouncing with each thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention. This time, he doesn't pull out, groaning as he floods your tight pussy with his release, the warmth spreading inside you, making you clench and cum again, loving the feel of him bare and claiming.

Afternoons blur into heat. After a swim, you return dripping, bikini askew, and he greets you at the door, pulling you to the living room floor. Doggy again, your ass up as he grips your hips, cock stretching you wide, the tightness making him groan every clench, your pussy so wet and vice-like it sucks him in deeper. You worship him too, dropping to your knees between sessions, lips wrapping around his massive length, sucking eagerly, tongue tracing veins until he hardens fully, tapping heavy against your cheek, your saliva dripping down his balls as you take him deep.

Evenings in the kitchen: he bends you over the counter, entering from behind, one hand on your tit, squeezing the fullness as he thrusts, pinching your nipple lightly to heighten the sensation. Kisses turn starving, his mouth claiming yours deeply while he hits that deep spot relentlessly, the bare glide of his cock making every vein feel pronounced against your sensitive walls. And the implications linger—nights where he explores further, his tongue rimming your ass after eating your pussy, licking broad stripes over your hole, tongue-fucking you there until you're trembling, the wet heat building an ache for more. Anal teases in, his careful licks and probes opening you slowly, though he takes your pussy most, the tightness vice-like around him, sometimes pulling out to cum on your back, other times staying buried to fill you up, the overflow leaking down your thighs as you moan in delight.

Every day of the honeymoon echoes this: fucking in the morning haze, afternoon passions after your beach dips, evening intensities under the stars. On the bed, couch, floor—positions shifting, but always deep, his big cock owning your tiny pussy, drawing groans from him at every grip, the risk of no protection adding a thrilling edge. Multiple orgasms leave you spent, bodies entwined, his cum either painting your skin or pooling inside you, which you crave with every fiber.

One night, post-climax in missionary, his weight comforting as he stays buried inside, cum warm and sticky within you, you whisper, "Jeno... do you think about kids? In the future, us?"

He kisses your forehead softly, glasses askew. "Yeah. A family sounds right. When we're ready." No rush, just the seed of promise, mirroring the creampies he leaves, your bodies finally consummated in this tropical paradise.

The honeymoon stretches, the beach house filled with your shared moans, the private sand witnessing your growing bond. Jeno's calm demeanor hides a depth of passion, his thrusts proving he's no vanilla soul, and you, waiting no longer, revel in every deep, gripping, unprotected moment.

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You stir the pot on the stove, the aroma of Jeno's favorite stir-fry filling the kitchen. It's been like this for weeks—cooking his meals with extra care, hoping the gesture might spark something in him. Your lips wrap around the wooden spoon as you taste the sauce, sucking gently, the wood smooth against your tongue. It's a habit now, this oral fixation that's crept in since the last time you felt his cock stretching your mouth. Two months without it, and you're aching, needy in ways that make your cheeks flush when you catch yourself biting your lower lip or fiddling with straws during lunch. It's innocent on the surface, but deep down, it's all about craving him.

Earlier that day, you met your friend at the café. She eyed you over her coffee, tilting her head. "You look... off, Y/N. Where's that glow? You used to light up talking about Jeno." You laughed it off, stirring your drink with the straw, sucking on it absentmindedly while your mind wandered to his thick length. "Just busy," you said, but she wasn't buying it. "Girl, you need to get laid. That post-sex radiance? It's missing." Her words stung because they were true—your body screamed for release, for him to fill you up and breed you like you'd fantasized since your honeymoon whispers about kids.

Back home, you slip into that short silk robe, the one that barely covers your thighs, hugging your big tits and round ass. No panties underneath, just like always around the house, hoping he'll notice. You bend over to pick up a magazine from the coffee table as he sits nearby, reading one of his thick books, glasses perched on his nose. Your ass cheeks part slightly, the robe riding up, but he doesn't look up. Just turns the page. Frustration bubbles in your chest. You make it obvious—crossing your legs so the hem hikes higher, or leaning forward to adjust the pillows, your cleavage spilling out. Still, nothing. He thanks you politely for dinner, like you're a roommate, not his wife.

Nights are the worst. You lie in bed, waiting, your hand slipping between your thighs sometimes, but you stop because it feels wrong without him. He stays up late in his study, the light from his lamp glowing under the door until the clock ticks past midnight. By the time he slides into bed, you're feigning sleep on your side, heart pounding as the mattress dips. He doesn't reach for you, just sighs and turns away. You wonder if he's getting it elsewhere, some secret affair, but you push the thought down. No, Jeno's not like that. He's just... distant. Assuming you're tired, uninterested. If only he knew how badly you want his babies, his seed deep inside you, claiming you.

Tonight, after dinner, it's too much. You've cleared the plates, your robe tied loosely, and there he is on the couch, book in hand, ignoring the way your nipples harden against the silk. You stand in front of him, hands on hips. "Jeno, do you even want this? Us? You married me, but sometimes it feels like I'm invisible." He looks up, surprise flickering behind his glasses. "What? Y/N, of course I do." But his voice is calm, measured, like he's discussing the weather.

"It doesn't feel like it!" you snap, your sweet demeanor cracking under the need. "Two months, Jeno. Two months without touching me, without even looking at me like you want me. Are you not attracted to me anymore? Because I'm younger? Or do you just not care?" The words tumble out reckless, daring him. His jaw tightens, book snapping shut. "You think I don't want you? I've been giving you space, thinking you're exhausted from everything. You never initiate—"

"Because I'm waiting for you!" you shout, stepping closer. "My husband! But you treat me like a stranger. If you don't want me, just say it!" That's when he stands, towering over you, eyes dark. In a blur, he grabs your arm, spins you, and bends you over the armrest of the couch. Your robe flips up easily, hooking around your waist as he ties it there, exposing your bare ass and dripping pussy. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver.

"You want to act like a brat?" he growls, voice low and rough, hand coming down in a sharp spank on your round cheek. The sting blooms heat between your legs, turning you on more. "Dressing like a slut around the house, teasing me like you don't know what it does." Another smack, harder, your ass jiggling under his palm. You whimper, pushing back instinctively, but he presses a hand to your lower back. "Naughty little wife, thinking I don't notice. You've been begging for this without words." He reaches for his glasses, sliding them off and setting them on the side table with a clink.

The sound of his belt unbuckling echoes, metal clinking as he yanks it free. Your heart races, pussy clenching on nothing. You arch your back, pushing your ass toward him, ready to be taken, claimed. But he grabs your hip with his free hand, shoving you forward firmly. "Stay put, baby. Don't move until I say." His zipper rasps down, pants shuffling as he frees himself. You feel him then—hot, heavy, his big dick pressing against your ass cheek. He slaps it against your skin, the thick length smacking your flesh, sending jolts through you.

"Look at you, so wet already," he mutters, rubbing the fat head along your pussy lips, coating himself in your slick arousal. He drags it up, teasing your asshole, circling the tight rim before sliding back down. "Pushing back like a desperate slut. This what you want? My cock finally shutting you up?" You nod frantically, moaning as he notches at your entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushes in, stretching your walls around his girth. It's been so long, the burn delicious, until he's buried to the hilt, hips flush against your squishable ass, balls resting heavy against you.

He doesn't give you time to adjust. His hands grip your hips, one sliding up to palm your tit through the robe, kneading the soft flesh roughly, pinching your nipple until you gasp. Then he pulls back and slams in, deep and aggressive, his cock hitting that spot inside you that makes stars burst. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunts, thrusting hard, the couch creaking under you. "Acting all innocent, but you've been parading this pussy for me, haven't you? Slutty wife, needing her husband's dick to behave."

You cry out, loving the degradation, the way it makes your core tighten around him. "Yes, Jeno—Daddy, please!" The word slips out, and his pace falters for a second before he growls, yanking your hair lightly to arch your back more. "That's right, call me Daddy. Say it again, baby. Tell Daddy how much you want it." 'Daddy!' you whine, squeezing your walls around his pounding cock. He spanks your ass cheek again, the sound wet from your arousal, kneading the reddened flesh with strong fingers as he drives deeper.

"Trying to push back like a brat? No." His hand on your hip digs in, holding you still as you instinctively rock against him. Smack—another spank when you try again, the pain mixing with pleasure. "Stay. Let Daddy fuck you proper. Taming this needy pussy." You clench harder, milking him, your body trembling. His free hand snakes around to squeeze your other tit, rolling the nipple between his fingers, tugging until you're sobbing with need. "These big tits, bouncing for me. Made for my hands, my mouth." He leans over, breath hot on your neck, thrusts never slowing—deep, punishing strokes that make your ass ripple against him.

"God, woman, you're squeezing me so tight. Like you want my cum, don't you? Want Daddy to breed this slutty hole?" His words ignite your breeding kink, visions of his babies swelling your belly flooding your mind. "Yes, Daddy! Breed me—fill me with your kids. Only yours!" He groans, pace brutal now, one finger circling your asshole before pushing in shallowly, the dual sensation overwhelming. He fucks your pussy relentlessly while that finger teases your rim, in and out lightly, making you tighten impossibly around his cock.

The pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly. "Daddy, I'm—fuck!" You shatter, orgasm crashing over you, walls fluttering and clenching as you cum hard, juices soaking his shaft. He doesn't stop, fucking you through it, hips snapping with wet slaps. "That's it, cum on Daddy's cock, baby. Milk me dry." His dirty talk pushes you higher, body shaking. Minutes later, his rhythm stutters, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. "Gonna fill you up—breed my wife like she deserves." Hot spurts of cum flood you, his big dick pulsing as he empties inside, creampie thick and deep.

He stays buried, hips grinding to push it further, his hand stroking your hip soothingly now. "Good girl," he murmurs, breath ragged. "All mine." Only after his cock softens slightly does he pull out, a trickle of his seed leaking from your pussy. You collapse against the armrest, sated at last, the ache finally eased—but already craving more of him.

The first hints of dawn creep through the curtains, casting a soft, hazy glow over the bedroom around 5:30 AM. You stir awake, your body still humming from the endless breeding sessions of the night before, every muscle deliciously sore and marked by Jeno's possessive touches. Your short silk robe clings to your curves, the hem riding up high on your thighs, barely covering the swell of your big tits or the round squish of your ass. You glance over at your husband, Jeno, still deep in sleep beside you. His glasses rest on the nightstand, his dark hair tousled against the pillow, and without them, he looks almost boyish—peaceful, cute even, a far cry from the dominant, nerdy beast who fucked you senseless across every inch of the house just a few hours ago. A sweet ache blooms in your chest, mixed with that familiar horniness that never quite fades, especially for him.

You can't resist leaning closer, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, feather-soft so as not to wake him. His skin is warm, stubbly under your lips, and just as you pull back, his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him in his sleep. You melt into the embrace, laying your head on his broad chest, the steady thump of his heart lulling you. Your fingers itch with need, tracing lazy patterns over his shirt, feeling the firm planes of his muscles beneath the fabric. He's so solid, so much older and stronger than you, and it makes your younger body tingle with that submissive urge to please him.

You shift a little to snuggle deeper, pressing your curves against his side, and that's when you feel it—something thick and insistent nudging against your hip under the covers. Your breath catches as you realize it's his cock, already tenting his pants, straining for freedom even in his dreams. You glance up at his face; his eyes are still closed, brows relaxed, completely unaware of the bulge begging for attention. That oral fixation of yours flares hot and insistent, the one that's plagued you for months without his touch, now amplified by last night's indulgences. You need to ease that ache between his thighs, to worship him like the sweet, horny wife you are for your hot, nerdy husband.

Carefully, you wriggle free from his arm, heart pounding with innocent excitement as you slip under the covers. The air is warm and musky down here, scented with him—sweat, cum, and that underlying clean sharpness that drives you wild. You position yourself between his legs, knees sinking into the mattress, your silk robe hiking up to expose your bare pussy and ass. His thighs are thick and powerful, framing you perfectly as you reach for his pants. Your fingers tremble slightly with reverence as you unbutton them slowly, zipper whispering down, and tug the fabric aside. His cock springs free, half-hard and heavy against his thigh, the tip already glistening with a bead of precum that makes your mouth water.

"Oh, Jeno," you think, biting your lip to stifle a whimper. It's so beautiful—thick, veined, the size of it always a thrill against your smaller frame. You wrap your hand around the base gently, stroking the velvety length with feather-light caresses, feeling it twitch and harden under your touch. Not wanting to wake him yet, you lean in, lips brushing the tip in a soft, loving kiss. Your tongue darts out to taste that salty drop, and you take just the head into your mouth, sucking softly, reverently, like it's the most sacred thing in your world. The warmth of him fills your senses, his flavor blooming on your tongue—musky, addictive, everything about your daddy's cock perfect.

He stirs faintly above the covers, a low hum escaping his throat, but his eyes stay shut. Emboldened, you swirl your tongue around the underside, tracing the sensitive ridge before dipping into his slit, lapping up more of that leaking precum. It coats your mouth, thick and teasing, and you pull back just enough to kiss the tip again, then drag your lips down the shaft in slow, worshipful pecks. Your hand strokes the underside in tandem, fingers gliding over the throbbing vein, while you lick broad stripes up and down his length. God, he tastes so good—his skin hot and smooth, the faint tang of his come from earlier lingering, making your head spin. Your pussy clenches emptily, but this is for him, your oral fixation demanding you savor every inch.

The need builds, pulling your gaze lower to his balls—heavy, full, hanging invitingly between his thighs. You nuzzle closer, inhaling his scent deeply, almost getting drunk on it as you press soft kisses to the soft sac. Your tongue flicks out, licking the seam first, then you take one ball into your mouth gently, sucking with tender pulls while rolling it on your tongue. The weight of it feels divine, so full and potent, and you hum around it, lost in the worship. You switch to the other, licking and kissing until they're slick with your saliva, your hand still lazily pumping his now fully hard cock above. He's stirring more now, thighs tensing under you, and when you suck a little harder, drawing one ball deep, his hand suddenly rests on your head through the covers—fingers threading into your hair, not pushing, just holding, silently urging you on. It sends a thrill through you, knowing even in sleep he wants this.

You lavish his balls a while longer, tongue rolling them with increasing devotion, kisses turning sloppy and fervent. The obsession grips you, your sweet innocence twisting into pure horniness as you nearly wake him with the wet sounds of your mouth. But you force yourself to pull back, trailing licks all the way up his length to the tip, where you focus again—sucking the head with gentle pulses, tongue swirling the slit until fresh precum floods your mouth. Finally, the craving wins; you part your lips wider and sink down, deep throating him inch by inch. His cock stretches your throat beautifully, the girth making your eyes water, but you take it all, nose brushing his pubes as you bob your head slowly, reverently. Your hand pumps the base in rhythm, squeezing just right, desperate for his cum to coat your throat.

That's what does it—your steady bobbing and pumping pull him from sleep. The covers lift suddenly, cool air hitting your flushed skin as Jeno peers down, his eyes bleary but darkening with lust behind the sudden reach for his glasses—no, he leaves them off, voice rough with sleep. "Fuck, baby... look at you. My cute little slut of a wife, throat stuffed with Daddy's cock first thing in the morning." You glance up, cheeks hollowed around him, tits heaving in your barely-there robe, and meet his gaze—innocent eyes wide with need for your hot, nerdy husband. He groans, hand soothing through your hair now, petting you like a good girl. "Don't stop, woman. Keep bobbing that pretty mouth on my dick. Suck Daddy like you need it."

His praise lights you up, and you obey eagerly, head moving faster, throat relaxing to take his deep, controlled thrusts as he starts to fuck your face. His hips buck up gently at first, then firmer, cock sliding in and out with wet, obscene sounds. "That's it, slut—take every inch. You were made for this, weren't you? Worshipping your older husband's fat cock." His fingers tangle in your hair, not pulling hard but guiding, soothing strokes mixed with the occasional tug that makes you moan around him. The daddy kink surges, your pussy dripping onto the sheets as you hollow your cheeks, tongue pressing the underside. He swells in your mouth, breaths ragged. "Gonna cum down your greedy throat, baby. Swallow it all for Daddy."

With a guttural curse, he holds your head steady, thrusting deep one last time as hot spurts flood your throat. You swallow greedily around him, not wasting a drop—his cum tastes so fucking good, thick and salty, sliding down like the sweetest reward for your fixation. He pulses for what feels like forever, hips stuttering, until he finally loosens his grip. You pull back slowly, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening tip, chest heaving as you catch your breath. But you're not done; leaning in, you take the head back into your mouth, sucking softly to clean every trace of his release, tongue lapping at the slit.

Jeno watches, hand still in your hair, petting soothingly as you lick down his length, gathering any stray drops with devoted swipes. "Good girl. Clean Daddy's cock like the perfect little slut you are."

You linger there between Jeno's thighs, your lips still tingling from the taste of his cum, that thick, salty essence coating your tongue like a forbidden treat. Your oral fixation hums beneath your skin, never fully sated, and as you lap the last traces from his softening cock, a new craving stirs deep in your belly. Last night, he devoured your ass with such hungry precision, his tongue plunging into you until you were a trembling mess, begging for his cock. The memory floods you—his strong hands spreading you open, that hot, wet mouth claiming every inch. Now, with him laid out before you, relaxed and spent, you feel the pull to return the favor, to worship him in that intimate, taboo way. Your cheeks flush hot at the thought; you're the sweet, innocent wife, younger and submissive to your dominant, older husband, but the horniness wins out, twisting your innocence into something bold and needy.

You pull back slightly, your big tits brushing his thighs as you look up at him through your lashes, robe hanging open to expose your curves. "Jeno..." you whisper, voice soft and tentative, biting your lip. "Can I... can I rim you? Like you did to me yesterday? I want to taste you there, make you feel good." The words tumble out, laced with that innocent plea, your eyes wide and earnest on your hot, nerdy husband's face.

He chuckles low, a rough, sleepy sound that vibrates through his chest, his hand still stroking your hair in soothing passes. His eyes, soft without his glasses, gleam with amusement and a flicker of surprise. "Oh yeah? My little slut wife wants to eat Daddy's ass now?" He teases, fingers tightening just a bit in your strands before loosening, petting you like you're his precious pet. "Didn't think my sweet baby had it in her to go that far. You sure you can handle tonguing your older husband's hole? It's not like sucking my cock—gotta get in there deep if you want to make me groan." He considers it for a moment, shifting his hips, his cock twitching against his lower abdomen as it starts to harden again from the mere suggestion. The size of him, even semi-soft, rests heavy on his stomach, a reminder of his dominance. Finally, he nods, voice dropping to that commanding timbre. "Alright, baby. Go on then. But pull my pants down all the way first—give yourself easier access to what you want."

Your heart races, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in your chest as you obey. Fingers hooking into the waistband, you tug his pants fully down his strong legs, the fabric sliding over his calves until you bunch them at his ankles, pushing them off the edge of the bed to the floor. He's bare now from the waist down, thighs parted just enough to invite you in, his ass cheeks firm and perfectly proportioned—not too big or thick, just the right size and heft that fits your hands like they were made for it. The sight of him exposed like this, so vulnerable yet commanding, makes your pussy clench with fresh need. He's your daddy, older and in control, and the idea of rimming him feels a little wrong, a little filthy for your innocent self who's only ever received it before. You've never done this, never pushed your tongue into a man like that, especially not your dominant husband who towers over you in every way.

You hesitate, kneeling there between his spread legs, your hands resting on his knees, gaze fixed on the dark crease of his ass. "I... I've never rimmed before, Jeno," you admit softly, voice trembling with that sweet uncertainty. "Only you did it to me yesterday. And you're... you're older, It feels kinda naughty, like I shouldn't..."

His hand cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes, thumb stroking your bottom lip in gentle encouragement. "Hey, none of that, my slutty little wife," he murmurs, voice warm but firm, pulling you closer with a soothing stroke through your hair. "You asked for it, baby, and Daddy's gonna let you have it. It's not wrong—it's you worshipping your husband, showing me how horny you get for this nerdy cock and everything attached. Come on, woman, get down there and lick my ass like the good girl you are. Spread me open and taste what you crave." His words wrap around you like a command wrapped in praise, easing the hesitation, making your body hum with submission.

Emboldened, you lean in, hands sliding up his thighs to grip those perfect ass cheeks, parting them gently to reveal his tight hole. It's clean, musky with his natural scent that hits you like an aphrodisiac, drawing you closer. Your breath fans over him first, tentative, before your tongue darts out for a shy lick along the rim. The texture is new—warm, slightly puckered, and you taste the faint saltiness of his skin, so intimately him. Jeno groans above you, his cock tapping lightly against your forehead as it hardens fully, resting heavy on his abs now, the tip leaking anew. "Fuck, yes, baby—just like that. Lick Daddy's hole."

You grow bolder with his encouragement, flattening your tongue to lap broader strokes around the sensitive ring, circling it with wet, devoted swipes. Your hands massage his inner thighs, fingers caressing the firm muscle there, kneading softly as you work. The hesitation lingers when you think about pushing further, about tongue-fucking him like he did you last night, but his hand in your hair soothes you again, petting in slow circles. "Don't hold back, my sweet slut. Tongue it—fuck my ass with your mouth. Show me how much you want to please your husband."

That does it. You press your tongue against his hole, sucking gently at first, drawing the rim into your mouth with soft pulls that make him hiss in pleasure. The flavor intensifies, earthy and addictive, fueling your oral fixation as you lick deeper, probing the tight entrance. Finally, you push inside, tongue-fucking him with tentative thrusts that grow more confident, swirling and delving as far as you can. Jeno's thighs tense under your massaging hands, his cock throbbing against his stomach, occasionally brushing your cheek with its weight. "Shit, baby, that's my good wife—eating Daddy's ass so eagerly. Deeper, slut, make it sloppy." His dirty talk spurs you on, voice rough with arousal, fingers stroking your scalp in rhythmic praise.

By now, the newness fades into pure confidence, your innocent horniness taking over as you rim him with fervent dedication. Your tongue thrusts steadily, sucking and licking his hole until it's slick and glistening with your saliva, hands caressing his inner thighs in firm, loving squeezes. His ass clenches around your intrusion, the perfect size filling your palms just right, not overwhelming but solid and responsive. You lose yourself in it, humming against him, the vibrations drawing out his moans—deep, uncontrolled sounds from your dominant husband that make you feel powerful in your submission. His cock leaks steadily onto his abs, the scent mixing with everything, and you can tell he's close to the edge again, hips rocking subtly into your mouth.

"Goddamn, woman, you're a natural at this," he growls, hand tightening in your hair just enough to guide you, soothing strokes following each pull. "Keep tonguing my hole like that, baby—Daddy's gonna cum just from your filthy little mouth on my ass." The praise floods you with heat, your pussy dripping as you double your efforts, licking and sucking with abandon, hands roaming higher to graze his balls, massaging them lightly while you devour him. It's intimate, raw, and so fucking hot—your sweet self giving everything to your nerdy, older husband, no holds barred.

Days blur into a haze of domestic bliss and insatiable hunger, your married life with Jeno transforming into something deeper, more primal since that first tentative rimming session. You've become utterly drunk on the taste of his hole, that forbidden intimacy etching itself into your soul like a brand. Your oral fixation, once laser-focused on his thick cock, has expanded to crave the musky warmth of his ass, the way it clenches under your tongue. It's still hesitant for you—your sweet, younger self blushing at the audacity of tonguing your older, dominant husband like this—but the need overrides everything. You find yourself seeking opportunities everywhere, in the quiet moments of your shared home, your big tits heaving with anticipation as you drop to your knees or pull him close, whispering your plea with wide, needy eyes.

Jeno never denies you. How could he? His nerdy, glasses-wearing facade cracks every time you beg, your slutty eagerness to please him melting his resolve. "Anything for my sweet wife," he'll murmur, voice rough with affection, letting you have your way as he eases into a subtle submissiveness that only heightens the thrill. He's still your daddy, commanding in bed and beyond, but when your mouth finds his hole, he yields, stroking your hair in soothing rhythms, praising your devotion until you're lost in it.

It starts small, that morning after your first time. You're in the kitchen, sunlight filtering through the curtains as you bend over the counter in a short robe, your round ass peeking out just enough to tease. Jeno's behind you, sipping coffee, his hand absently palming your cheek through the fabric. But your mind wanders back to last night, the way his perfect ass—firm, just the right size and thickness, fitting your grip like it was sculpted for you—felt under your tongue. The craving hits hard, your pussy clenching as you turn, dropping to your knees on the cool tile without a word at first.

"Jeno," you whisper, looking up at him with that innocent flush, hands already tugging at his sweatpants. "Can I... please? I need to taste you there again. Your hole... it's all I can think about." Your voice trembles, hesitation flickering because it feels so naughty, so reversed from your usual submission, but the hunger in your eyes betrays you.

He sets his mug down, a low chuckle escaping as he cups your chin, thumb tracing your lips. "Already, baby? My little slut can't get enough of Daddy's ass?" There's a teasing edge, but his eyes darken with want, and he nods, shifting to lean against the counter. "Go on, woman. Worship your husband like you mean it." No resistance, just that encouraging stroke through your hair as you pull his pants down, exposing him. You start as you always do now—worshipping his cock first, because it's the gateway to everything. Your lips wrap around his thickening shaft, sucking greedily, tongue swirling the head until he's hard and leaking, tapping heavy against his abs when you pull off with a pop. Only then do you nudge him to turn, guiding him to spread his legs.

He complies, pants pooling at his ankles, ass presented just right. You part those cheeks with reverent hands, diving in with broad licks up and down his rim, savoring the earthy tang that makes your mouth water. "Fuck, yes, lick Daddy's hole, slut," he groans, hand soothing your scalp in slow circles, his usual dominance softening into pleased surrender. Your fingers massage his inner thighs, kneading the tense muscle as you flatten your tongue, dragging it from the base of his balls to the top of his crease, over and over, until he's slick and trembling.

Emboldened, you suck on his hole, drawing the puckered ring into your mouth with wet pulls that make him hiss. His cock throbs against his stomach, occasionally brushing your forehead as he shifts, the weight of it a constant reminder of his size. You hesitate only a second before pushing your tongue inside, fucking him with shallow thrusts that deepen as his praises flow. "That's it, baby—tongue-fuck me deeper. My good wife, so eager for this." Occasionally, you pull back to kiss and lick his balls, sucking one into your mouth gently, rolling it on your tongue before returning to his ass, the cycle driving him wild.

And then the words spill from you, unbidden, as you tongue him steadily, your voice muffled against his skin. "Jeno... all my friends have kids now. I see them with their babies, and I want that. Want your babies inside me, filling me up. I wanna give birth to them, cherish every one—your babies, Jeno. Breed me, please, make me swell with them." It's breeding talk laced with your rimming devotion, the words vibrating into him as you suck harder, massaging his thighs with firm caresses.

He moans, hips rocking back subtly, his hand stroking your hair in rhythmic praise. "Shit, woman, keep talking like that while you eat my ass. Daddy's gonna give you all the babies you want, fill that pussy till you're dripping." It's the first of many such mornings, your oral fixation blooming unchecked.

Afternoons find you in the living room, Jeno sprawled on the couch after a long day at his desk, glasses perched on his nose as he reads. You crawl between his legs during a commercial break, robe slipping off your shoulders to bare your big tits. "Jeno... can I?" you ask, hesitant even now, biting your lip as if it's the first time. He sighs contentedly, setting the book aside, a small smile playing on his lips— that subtle shift toward submissiveness showing in how he spreads without prompting.

You free his cock first, of course, stroking and sucking until it's rigid, resting heavy on his abs, tapping rhythmically as you maneuver lower. Pants shoved down, you lick broad stripes along his rim, the familiar taste flooding your senses, making you hum in delight. Your hands work his inner thighs, massaging in deep, soothing presses that relax him further into the cushions. Sucking his hole draws out those deep groans, your tongue probing, fucking him with confident thrusts now, the hesitation fading into pure craving.

Every so often, you detour to his balls, kissing and licking the sensitive skin, sucking gently before plunging back into his ass. His cock slaps against your cheek this time, pre-cum smearing your skin as he twitches. "Baby, you're turning Daddy into your personal feast," he rasps, fingers threading through your hair, petting softly, praise dripping like honey. "Love how you worship me, slut—keep tonguing that hole."

The breeding pleas come naturally now, whispered between licks. "I need your seed, daddy. Want to carry your babies, feel them kick, love them forever. All my friends are moms... make me one too." Your voice is breathy, devoted, as you massage higher, fingers grazing his base.

"Fuck, yes—gonna breed you full, woman. Every drop for my wife," he promises, voice husky, yielding to the pleasure you're giving.

Evenings in the bedroom become ritual. After dinner, as he undresses, you tug at his waistband, eyes pleading. "Please, Jeno... let me taste your ass tonight." Hesitation lingers in your blush, but he just nods, lying back on the bed, legs parting invitingly—a sign of how he's softened to your fixation, letting you lead this intimate dance.

Cock worship precedes it: you deep-throat him sloppily, gagging softly until he's throbbing, then guide him to flip or spread. Broad licks coat his rim, sucking follows, tongue-fucking deep and relentless while your hands caress his inner thighs, thumbs pressing into the muscle to heighten every sensation. His cock taps his stomach insistently, leaking steadily, brushing your arm as you work.

Ball sucking intersperses—wet kisses turning to gentle sucks that make him buck—before you redouble on his hole. "Jeno, breed me... I want your babies so bad. Give birth to them, raise them with you. Please," you murmur, the words fueling your fervor, tongue swirling inside him.

He strokes your hair endlessly, soothing and praising. "My perfect slut wife—eat Daddy's ass like you own it. Gonna fill you up, baby, give you everything." His submissiveness peeks through in the way he arches into your mouth, moans unrestrained, your older husband surrendering to your needy mouth.

Nights like these stretch on, your fixation weaving into the fabric of your life. In the shower, you drop to your knees under the spray, rimming him against the tile, water mixing with your saliva. On the stairs, quick and desperate after a teasing glance. Even in the laundry room, folding clothes turns to you bending him over the dryer, tongue delving deep.

Each time, the cycle repeats: cock sucked to hardness, then his perfect ass claimed by your mouth—licking, sucking, fucking with your tongue, hands massaging those thighs. His cock taps and leaks, balls worshipped sporadically, and your breeding talk flows like a mantra. '

"Want your babies, Jeno —your babies inside me, cherishing them forever."

Jeno's praises never cease, hair strokes grounding you. "Good girl, woman—Daddy loves his eager slut. Keep going, gonna breed you soon." He's yours in these moments, slightly submissive, utterly devoted, your married life a symphony of filth and love, your oral craving for his hole binding you tighter with every lick.

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You've only been working as Lee Jeno's assistant for a few weeks, but already the rhythm of the days feels intense and consuming. Jeno is a renowned defense attorney, sharp and commanding in the courtroom, with whispers circling about his ties to the underworld mafia. People say he'll bend any rule to secure a win, as long as his fee is locked in, but you dismiss it all as idle gossip. There's no proof, just shadows of rumor that don't touch the man you see every day—the one who pushes through endless cases with unyielding focus.

He treats you to dinner nearly every evening after the grueling hours at the office. At first, you try to refuse, insisting it's too much, but his invitations are warm, almost insistent in their casualness. 'Just a way to unwind,' he says with that easy smile, and you find yourself nodding, accepting the plates of pasta or steak he orders. Maybe it's his way of looking after his team, rewarding the late nights and the stress. You tell yourself that as you sit across from him, the light softening the edges of his handsome face, his dark eyes lingering on you a beat too long.

Tonight, the air in the office hangs heavy with the weight of tomorrow's trial. Papers and files scatter across the desk like fallen leaves, evidence meticulously organized under the dim glow of the lamp. You're focused, sorting through witness statements and photos, when Jeno leans back against the couch, his long legs parting slightly. The fabric of his slacks stretches taut over his thighs, and you glance up briefly before returning to your task.

"Y/N..can you help me with something?" His voice cuts through the quiet, low and edged with fatigue.

You pause, fingers hovering over a folder. "What is it, sir?"

"First... promise me you won't think I'm a pervert."

The words freeze you in place. You turn slowly, meeting his gaze—those intense eyes locked on yours, unblinking. "A pervert...?"

"Yes."

Your mind races for a moment, weighing the odd request against the trust you've built. "Okay," you say cautiously "what is it?"

He shifts, one hand drifting down to rest just below his navel, fingers splaying over the flat plane of his abdomen. “I need help,” he says, voice rougher now. “With something physical.”

You frown faintly. “Physical…?”

His eyes flicker — embarrassment, frustration, pride battling in silence.

“Don’t make me spell it out,” he mutters.

Confusion knots your brow. You tilt your head, genuinely puzzled. "I don't understand... what do you mean, sir?"

A frustrated groan escapes him. "God—this is awkward... I need a blowjob." The admission bursts out, raw and unfiltered, and you see the flicker of regret in his expression. But he doesn't retract it, his jaw setting firm.

"A blow... job...?" The term feels foreign on your tongue, heat creeping up your neck as you repeat it, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Y/N, a blowjob. But I won't force you, and I'm not some creep, okay? I just... really need some help." Exhaustion threads through his tone, making him sound almost vulnerable.

Your thoughts whirl. "Don't you have someone who could help you? Like a... girlfriend?"

"No, work doesn't leave room for that..." He admits it with a slight dip of his head, avoiding your eyes for the first time.

"...Why me?"

"I'm not forcing you. You don't have to do it if you don't want to—I mean it."

The office falls silent, save for the distant hum of the city outside. You consider the dinners, the way he's always been kind, the pressure of the trial looming like a storm. A strange mix of reluctance and curiosity stirs in your chest, warming low in your belly. "It will be casual, right? Nothing more?"

"Yes... just this once, if you're okay with it."

"Okay... I will help." Your words come out soft, eyes wide and innocent as you meet his gaze again, a decision settling over you like a veil.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured." He presses, searching your face.

"Yes, Jeno."

A breath of relief escapes him, and his voice dips lower, laced with command. "Okay… come here." his voice lowers. "On the floor."

Your heart pounds as you obey, sliding off your chair and kneeling before him on the cool office carpet. Fear flickers through you, mingling with an unexpected heat that pools between your thighs. You settle between his spread legs, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"You ever blown someone before?" He asks, leaning back fully now, his posture relaxing as the bulge in his pants becomes starkly visible, straining against the fabric.

"No, not really..."

"I figured that much... now free me."

Your hands tremble as you reach for his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle before moving to the button and zipper. The metallic rasp echoes in the quiet room, and you tug his slacks down his hips. He lifts slightly to help, the motion smooth and expectant. His boxers come into view next—dark fabric soaked with dampness, clinging tightly, barely containing the thick outline beneath.

"Pull these down too, Y/N..please.." Desperation colors his plea, needy and raw.

You hesitate for a split second, then hook your fingers into the waistband and ease them lower. His cock springs free, heavy and erect, the length thick and veined, the tip flushed angry red and glistening with precum. It throbs in the air between you, intimidating in its size, the musky scent filling your senses.

"Y/N... can you massage it a little, like stroke it?" His voice is soft but urgent, eyes half-lidded as he watches you.

"Yes." You reach out, both hands tentatively palming the hot, velvety skin before wrapping around the girth. It's warmer than you expected, pulsing under your touch as you stroke upward, then down, pumping slowly. The slickness from his arousal eases the motion, your palms gliding along the shaft.

"Am I doing okay?" You ask, glancing up at him, your strokes steadying as you gauge his reaction.

"Fuck, you are doing great. Please don't stop..." His hips buck subtly into your grip, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

Emboldened, you continue the handjob, your fingers tightening just enough to feel the ridges and veins shift beneath them. The office fades around you, the trial preparations forgotten as you focus on the way his cock twitches in your hands, the bead of precum that wells at the slit and smears under your thumb. Heat builds in your core, your panties growing damp as you work him, a submissive thrill coursing through you.

"Jeno..you sure you want my mouth..?" Your voice is breathy now, the question hanging as you pump him a little faster.

"Yes, Y/N, fuck, I want your—" He cuts himself off, breath hitching. "P-please take it now, Y/N. I can't wait..."

You lean in, heart racing, and part your lips to take the tip into your mouth. The saltiness bursts on your tongue immediately, tangy and addictive. You swallow instinctively, the flavor surprising you as it coats your throat—good, unexpectedly so. Your lips seal around the head, sucking gently, respectfully, mindful that he's still your boss. Your hands keep stroking the base, twisting lightly as you swirl your tongue along the sensitive underside, tracing the frenulum with careful laps.

The taste urges you on, your own arousal soaking through your underwear, but you hold back, keeping the pace measured, your sucks soft and exploratory. His cock fills your mouth, stretching your jaw as you bob shallowly, saliva gathering and dripping down to slick your fingers.

"Y/N, I know you can do better. Don't hold back—it's all yours."

His encouragement ignites something in you. You suck harder, taking him deeper, your cheeks hollowing as you draw him in until the tip nudges the back of your throat. Your tongue flattens against the underside, pressing and licking as you hollow your cheeks further, the wet sounds of your mouth echoing softly.

Jeno's control frays almost immediately. His hand moves to your hair, fingers threading through the strands gently at first as he guides your head, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. The movements are measured, his hips rolling up in a controlled rhythm that matches your strokes. You hum around him, the vibration drawing a hiss from his lips, your free hand bracing on his thigh for balance.

But the restraint doesn't last. As your hands pump the base faster, twisting and squeezing, and your mouth worships him with deeper sucks, his breaths turn ragged. "Fuck, Y/N..." He mutters, and suddenly his grip tightens, fingers tangling roughly in your hair. He holds you steady, thrusting deeper now, the pace quickening as he fucks your mouth with aggressive intent.

Your eyes water as his cock slides past your gag reflex, filling your throat on each push. The controlled thrusting gives way to something rawer—his hips snapping forward, the salty precum flooding your senses as you struggle to keep up. Saliva spills from the corners of your lips, dripping onto his balls, which tighten against your chin. The mix of submission and desire overwhelms you; your pussy clenches emptily, aching as you let him use your mouth, the professional boundary blurring into heated obedience.

He groans deeply, thrusts growing erratic, his free hand clenching the couch cushion. You're lost in it now, the stretch of your jaw, the burn in your throat, the way his cock pulses against your tongue. Just as his body tenses, signaling he's teetering on the edge, he pulls back abruptly, his cock slipping free with a wet pop, slick and shining with your spit.

"Jeno..please, cum in my mouth. I want it—it tastes so good." The words tumble out in a near-beg, your voice hoarse and desperate, one hand still fisting his base as you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

His restraint shatters at your plea. "God, doll..." He surges forward, shoving back into your mouth, fingers yanking your hair to hold you in place. He thrusts a few more times—hard, deep, relentless—his cock swelling impossibly thicker before he stills, a guttural moan tearing from him as he erupts.

Hot spurts flood your throat, thick and bitter-sweet, pulsing against your tongue. You swallow eagerly, every drop, the warmth sliding down as you milk him with gentle sucks, not wasting a bit. His release seems endless, your belly filling with the evidence of his pleasure, until he finally slumps back, panting.

He pulls out slowly, the wet pop echoing as a string of saliva connects your lips to his softening cock. "I didn't know you were such a naughty girl, Y/N. Where did all the professionalism go?" He teases, voice husky, a smirk tugging at his lips as he strokes your cheek.

"Jeno, wait..." Your hand reaches out instinctively, wrapping around his slick length, still warm and twitching. You lean in, sucking the softening cock back into your mouth gently, tongue lapping at the remnants of his cum, cleaning every inch with soft, reverent swirls.

"You will make me hard again..." He warns, but there's no real protest. His fingers resume stroking your hair, tender now, as you nurse on him a little longer, savoring the fading taste, the intimacy lingering in the air like smoke.

Weeks have slipped by since that charged night in the office, the memory lingering like a shadow you can't quite shake. The trial came and went in a blur of tense courtroom drama, and Jeno emerged victorious, his name splashed across headlines as the attorney who turned the tide. You've seen the glow of success on him since—sharper suits, a lighter step, the way colleagues slap his back with congratulations. But between you, there's an unspoken undercurrent, a subtle shift in the air whenever your eyes meet across the desk.

The office clock ticks onward, the trial waiting, but in this moment, everything else fades—the rumors, the files, the world outside. Just you, on your knees, and him, sated and watching you with dark, half lidded eyes.

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It's a crisp Friday afternoon when you finally sit down with your paycheck in hand. The office hums with the usual end-of-week energy, phones ringing faintly in the distance, the scent of fresh coffee wafting from the break room. You tear open the envelope at your desk, expecting the standard amount, but your eyes widen as you scan the figures. There's an extra line item—a bonus, or perhaps a raise? It's not massive, but it's noticeable, tucked away like a secret.

Your pulse quickens, a mix of confusion and unease twisting in your stomach. You glance toward Jeno's office door, ajar just enough to reveal him poring over a new case file, his broad shoulders relaxed against the leather chair. He's been kinder lately, if that's the word—lingering conversations over lunch, a casual brush of his hand against yours when passing documents. But this? This feels calculated.

Gathering your thoughts, you smooth down your blouse and knock lightly on the doorframe before stepping inside. "Jeno? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He looks up immediately, his dark eyes lighting with that familiar intensity. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he sets aside the papers. "Of course, Y/N. Come in. What's on your mind?"

You close the door behind you for privacy, the soft click echoing in the quiet space. Holding up the paycheck, you approach his desk, your heels sinking slightly into the plush carpet. "I was looking at my pay, and... there's extra here. More than usual. Is this a mistake?"

He leans back, steepling his fingers as he regards you, his gaze steady and unapologetic. The victory from the trial has added a confident edge to him, like he's carrying an invisible weight lifted. "No mistake. Consider it a little appreciation. You know, for all your hard work leading up to the big win."

His words hang there, layered with implication. You feel a flush creep up your neck, the memory of that night flooding back unbidden—the dim office light, the vulnerability in his voice, the way your knees pressed into the floor. "The trial? I mean, yes, I helped organize everything, but this... it's not just for that, is it?"

Jeno's expression softens, but there's a glint in his eye, playful yet probing. He stands slowly, rounding the desk to stand closer, the faint scent of his cologne—woody and warm—filling the space between you. "You did more than organize files, Y/N. Remember? Before the trial, when things were so tense... you helped me with that problem. Relieved some pressure, so to speak. And look what happened—we won. Big."

The words hit like a cool splash of water, stirring irritation beneath your skin. You step back slightly, crossing your arms over your chest, the fabric of your skirt whispering against your legs. Anger simmers, hot and unexpected. How dare he frame it like a transaction? You agreed because of the moment, the pull of curiosity and his rare openness, not for some payout. "Jeno, that's not... I didn't do that for money. I helped because I wanted to, because you asked and it felt right in that crazy moment. But paying me extra for it? That makes it feel cheap. Like I'm some kind of... toy you can just reward."

Your voice rises just a fraction, laced with the sting of betrayal. His face falls, surprise flickering across his features, but he doesn't interrupt. The room feels smaller now, the tension thick enough to taste, charged with the ghosts of unspoken desires.

He exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair, the strands falling back into place with effortless charm. "Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I thought... it was a way to say thank you, to even things out. You went above and beyond, and I appreciate it more than you know. The win wouldn't have been possible without that clear head you helped me get."

You shake your head, the anger not fully quelled but tempered by the sincerity in his tone. "I don't want a raise for things like that. I'm your assistant, not... whatever this implies. If you want to thank me, do it properly—for the work, the late nights sorting evidence, not for... personal favors."

Jeno nods, his posture shifting to something more subdued, though his eyes still hold that magnetic pull. He steps a fraction closer, not invading your space but close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him. "Alright, Y/N. Message received. I'll have accounting adjust it back—no hard feelings. But..."He pauses, a sly curve touching his lips, his voice dropping to a murmur that sends a subtle shiver down your spine. "If we're keeping score, maybe next time it's my turn to return the favor. Help you unwind after a long day, the way you did for me. Fair's fair."

The suggestion lingers, heavy with promise, his gaze tracing your face as if imagining it already. Heat blooms low in your belly despite yourself, a traitorous spark of intrigue amid the lingering frustration. You swallow, meeting his eyes squarely. "We'll see about that, for now, just... let's keep it professional."

He chuckles softly, the sound low and resonant, as you turn to leave. But as you step out, the door clicking shut behind you, the air feels electric, the balance between you tilted just a little further into uncharted territory.

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The house is finally quiet, the soft snores of Jaemin and Jimin drifting from their rooms like a distant lullaby. You've just finished tucking them in, your heart full from the bedtime stories and goodnight kisses. Now, in the dim glow of the kitchen light, you're bent over the counter, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on the marble surface. Your simple cotton skirt hugs your hips as you lean forward, the fabric riding up just enough to tease the curve of your ass without you even realizing it. You're humming softly to yourself, lost in the rhythm of the task, oblivious to how your body sways enticingly with each wipe of the sponge.

Footsteps approach from behind—heavy, purposeful. Before you can straighten up, strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back flush against a solid chest. Jeno's heat seeps through your clothes, and you feel the hard length of him pressing into the cleft of your ass through his pants. He grinds slowly, deliberately, the friction sending a spark up your spine.

"..Jeno.. you need something..?" Your voice is soft, almost breathy, but there's no real protest. His touch is familiar, a constant in your married life, and you lean into it without thinking, your body responding on instinct.

"I need you," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. One hand slides up from your waist, cupping the swell of your breast through your blouse. He squeezes the soft flesh gently, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens under the fabric.

"Jeno, can't you see I'm working?" You try to sound stern, but it comes out more like a whine, your sponge forgotten in your hand.

"You can do this later." His voice is low, commanding. He tugs you upright, your back arching against him as his lips find your earlobe. He kisses it softly at first, then nips with his teeth, a gentle bite that makes you shiver. His mouth trails down to your neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin, marking you with faint red blooms. One arm stays locked around your waist, holding you steady, while his free hand dips lower, cupping your mound through your skirt. His fingers press just enough to feel the warmth building between your thighs.

"..Y/N.. do you want a third kid?" He asks between kisses and sucks, his tongue flicking out to taste your pulse.

"Yes, Jeno—"

"Then let's make it."

The words hang in the air like a promise. He spins you slightly, bending you over the counter again, your hands splaying out on the cool surface for balance. His fingers hook into the waistband of your skirt and panties, yanking them down in one swift motion. The fabric pools at your ankles, leaving your ass bare and exposed to the kitchen air. You feel his gaze like a physical touch, heavy and appreciative.

One hand squeezes your cheek, kneading the flesh firmly, spreading you open just a bit. His other hand works at his belt, the clink of the buckle echoing in the quiet space, followed by the zip of his pants. He shoves them down, freeing his thick, big cock—already leaking pre-cum from the tip, veins pulsing with need.

"..Jeno.. are we doing it here? against the counter?" Your voice trembles, a mix of excitement and uncertainty, but you don't pull away.

"..Yes, baby, my third kid will be conceived here, where their mom cooks every day." His tone is possessive, final.

"..Jeno—"

A light spank lands on your ass, the sting blooming into warmth that makes you gasp. It's not hard, just enough to remind you who's in control. Then, you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your asshole, rubbing in slow circles. The slick pre-cum eases the way, but the pressure is insistent, teasing your tight rim.

You gasp sharply, your body tensing. "Jeno.. I.. I thought we were conceiving.."

"Can’t I enjoy some ass first?" He presses a little more, the tip stretching your hole, threatening to breach. It's intimate, vulnerable, and your cheeks flush hot with the exposure.

"Jeno, I—"

"Keep it low, woman." There's command in his tone, a dominant edge that makes your core clench. You bite your lip, nodding silently, your hands gripping the counter edges for support and control. The kids are asleep, but the risk lingers in your mind.

He pushes in with shallow thrusts, his cock sliding past your rim inch by inch. The stretch burns at first, a delicious ache that has you whimpering softly. Once he's buried halfway, he starts moving—short, controlled pumps that hit deep inside, grazing nerves that make stars burst behind your eyelids. His hips snap forward just enough to fill you, the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin muffled by your efforts to stay quiet.

"Jeno.. I wanted to give you oral first, you know.." You manage between breaths, your voice hushed, fingers digging into the counter.

"You can suck me off when we're done. Right now, just take what I'm giving like a good wife."

You obey, pushing back against him slightly, submitting to the rhythm. He fucks your ass a little more, those shallow thrusts building a fire in your belly, his free hand roaming to pinch your nipple or slap your thigh lightly. Sweat beads on your skin, the kitchen filling with the scent of your arousal.

Then, abruptly, he pulls all the way out, the sudden emptiness making you whine. His cock slaps against your ass cheeks—wet, heavy smacks that echo softly. The tip drags through your cleft, teasing your pussy now, but he doesn't enter yet.

"Jeno.. can we close the door? I'm scared someone might walk in on us."

"You worry too much." He chuckles darkly, stepping back. You hear his footsteps retreat, then the soft click of the door shutting and locking. The sound sends a thrill through you—privacy secured, but the session is still far from over.

He returns quickly, his presence looming behind you again. Hands grip your hips, pulling your ass higher, spreading your cheeks wide. "Better? Now, where were we?"

Without waiting, he lines up and thrusts back into your ass, deeper this time, the full length burying itself with a groan from him. You cry out softly, but clamp your mouth shut, remembering his command. He sets a steadier pace now, fucking you with rolling hips that make your breasts bounce against the counter edge. Each plunge stretches you around his girth, the friction igniting sparks that travel straight to your clit. His balls slap against your pussy with every inward stroke, teasing the slick folds without mercy.

"Fuck, you take it so well," he growls, one hand tangling in your hair to pull your head back gently, arching your spine. His other hand snakes around to rub your clit in firm circles, the dual sensations making your legs shake. You feel yourself clenching around him, the pressure building unbearably.

"Jeno... please..." It's a whisper, begging for release, for more.

He spanks you again, harder this time, the crack resounding in the closed space. "Please what? Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want while I fuck this tight ass."

"I want... I want you to cum in me... for the baby..." Your voice breaks, honest and needy, your innocence cracking under the weight of desire.

He laughs low, thrusting harder, the head of his cock pounding against that spot inside that makes you see white. "Not yet. I want to fill this hole first—mark you everywhere before we make that third one."

The pace quickens, his grunts mixing with your muffled moans. Sweat slicks your bodies, the counter digging into your hips as he uses you, dominant and unrelenting. Your orgasm crashes over you first—waves of pleasure ripping through your core, your ass pulsing around his cock as you tremble, biting your arm to stay quiet.

Jeno follows soon after, burying deep with a final, brutal thrust. Hot spurts of cum flood your ass, filling you until it leaks out around his shaft. He holds you there, plugged full, his chest heaving against your back.

But he's not done. Slowly, he withdraws, the wet slide obscene. Cum drips down your thighs, mixing with your own juices. He turns you around gently, lifting you onto the counter so you're sitting on the edge, legs spread wide. His eyes rake over you—flushed, disheveled, utterly his.

"Now, for the main event." He steps between your thighs, his cock still hard, glistening with remnants of your ass. He rubs the tip through your soaked pussy lips, coating himself in your arousal. "You ready to get bred, wife?"

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. "Yes... make me yours.."

He thrusts in fully in one go, stretching your pussy around his thickness. It's different here—wetter, deeper, hitting your cervix with each powerful snap of his hips. The counter creaks under you as he fucks you relentlessly, one hand bracing beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep you open.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, moans spilling freely now that the door's closed. He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue dominating your mouth as his cock dominates your body. "Gonna fill this pussy up," he pants against your lips. "Pump you full until you're pregnant with my kid."

The words push you over the edge again, your walls fluttering around him as you cum, milking him desperately. He groans, slamming home one last time, his release flooding your womb—thick ropes of cum painting your insides, the warmth spreading deep.

You both collapse against each other, breathing ragged, the kitchen air thick with sex. He stays inside you, plugging his seed, kissing your forehead softly. "Good girl. Our third's on the way now."

As the aftershocks fade, you smile shyly, still catching your breath. The softness returns to your eyes, but the heat lingers—a promise of more nights like this in your family home.

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Jeno’s apartment had become their second home—or maybe their first. Since finishing college a few weeks ago, their days had slowed down, but their nights? Not so much. The apartment, once meant to be a temporary college place, was now filled with leftovers in the fridge, mismatched mugs on the shelves, and Y/N’s hair ties scattered across his bathroom sink. She wasn’t officially living with him—but her presence lingered in every room.

And most nights, like this one, she stayed over. Sometimes it was movie marathons and takeout. Sometimes it was late-night games and cuddling until they fell asleep on the couch. And other times… it got a little more heated.

Tonight was quiet. Warm.

The low murmur of the TV played in the background, casting shifting glows across the walls of Jeno’s apartment. The curtains were drawn, the outside world forgotten, the night theirs alone. Y/N was curled up beside him on the couch, her legs draped over his lap, the fabric of her shorts barely brushing his sweatpants. Her cheek rested against the back of the couch, but her eyes were on him—not the screen.

Jeno had one arm stretched along the top edge of the couch, the other resting lazily on his thigh. His right hand dangled loosely beside her legs, fingers slightly curled. Strong. Veined. Calloused at the right places from the gym and late-night gaming.

Y/N’s gaze lingered on them, more curious than she intended to be. He wasn’t paying attention—at least, not visibly—so she reached out slowly, gently, and took his hand into her lap.

Jeno raised a brow, shifting his gaze to her with a lazy smirk. “What are you up to, baby?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she held his hand delicately, almost like it was something fragile. Her fingers traced over the lines of his palm first, slowly—before she reached for his index finger. Her thumb brushed over the knuckle once…twice. Then, as if testing the weight of her own desire, she brought it close to her lips.

Jeno’s eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. “...Y/N?”

But she was already slipping the tip of his finger past her lips.

Warm. Wet.

Her mouth enveloped him slowly, and she closed her lips around his finger in a deliberate, slow suck.

Jeno froze for a second. His pulse kicked up. “Oh?” he chuckled, voice dropping low. “That’s what we’re doing now?”

Y/N didn’t look at him—her eyes were half-lidded, focused solely on the sensation. Her tongue flicked against the pad of his finger, a soft swirl that made his throat tighten. Her lips hollowed as she sucked gently, dragging saliva over his skin, letting it pop free for a second—then going right back in.

Jeno’s jaw clenched.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, eyes darkening as he watched her. “You’re doing that like you’ve been thinking about it all day.”

She hummed, a small vibrating sound that made the tension spike. The vibrations traveled up his finger, and Jeno let out a low groan.

“You’re not even denying it.” His voice had dipped to a dangerous, teasing murmur now. “Sucking on my fingers like a good girl. That what you want, baby? Practice?”

He smirked. And without giving her a second to prepare, he slid a second finger in.

Y/N gasped softly against his hand, but didn’t pull away. Her lips stretched wider to accommodate both digits, and she welcomed the extra intrusion. Her tongue moved instinctively, pressing between them, running under and around them as she sucked greedily, cheeks hollowing again.

The sound of wetness filled the space between them—saliva, slow breathing, the soft, sinful pop each time her mouth shifted.

Jeno's free hand flexed against his thigh. The room was warm, but his blood was simmering hotter.

“Look at you…” he murmured, watching her like he might devour her next. “So obedient. And so damn needy. You wanna suck something else too, don’t you?”

Her eyes flicked up to his at last—half-lust, half-defiance—and she sucked a little harder.

Jeno cursed again, low and guttural.

He leaned closer, voice dropping straight into her ear. “Better not stop now, baby. You’ve got me hard just from watching you.”

Y/N sucked one last time—long and slow—before letting his fingers slip from her lips with a wet pop, a string of saliva stretching between her mouth and his hand. She wiped the corner of her lip, still not breaking eye contact.

Jeno licked his bottom lip, eyes heavy with desire.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble.”

Jeno’s fingers left her mouth slick and shiny, strands of her spit still clinging to his skin as she finally let them go. The way he stared at her—hungry, wild-eyed, barely breathing—made heat coil low in her belly. The smug, teasing glint in his eyes only made it worse.

She needed to shift the control. So she did.

Without breaking eye contact, Y/N swung one leg over his lap and straddled him, settling down slowly—deliberately—onto his thighs. Her arms loosely wrapped around his neck as her weight pressed into him, her warmth instantly sinking through his sweatpants.

Jeno’s hands slid naturally to her waist, but they didn’t stay there long. One of them moved down to cup the underside of her ass, fingers splaying wide, gripping a little tighter than necessary.

He smirked, cocky and turned on. “So, you get me all worked up just to climb in my lap like a brat?”

Her hips rocked forward slowly against his groin, her lips barely brushing his as she whispered, “You liked it.”

“Liked it?” Jeno growled, his grip on her ass tightening. “I almost came in my pants just watching your pretty little mouth around my fingers.”

His voice was low and ragged, the kind of tone that made her skin prickle and thighs tense.

But she just leaned back slightly, reached for his hand—and this time, she brought her own fingers to his lips.

“No,” she murmured, voice sultry. “Your turn.”

She pressed her index and middle finger lightly against his mouth.

Jeno blinked slowly, and then a grin curved his lips. “Oh? Want me to taste how filthy you are, baby?”

Without waiting, he opened his mouth and took them in.

Warm. Wet. Intentional.

Y/N sucked in a breath as she felt his mouth wrap around her fingers—his tongue instantly lapping at them in slow, teasing swirls. He wasn’t rushing. No, Jeno made a show of it—pulling her fingers deeper, his lips stretching around them while his tongue traced every inch.

“Mmm,” he hummed around them, voice vibrating against her skin. His eyes fluttered half-shut, savoring. “You taste sweet.”

Y/N’s breath caught. Her other hand tangled into the back of his hair as he kept sucking, dragging his mouth up and down her fingers like he meant it. Like he was imagining it was something else. He moaned quietly, shifting her tighter in his lap, the bulge in his sweatpants pressing thick and hot against her.

“You gonna be this generous when my cock’s in your mouth next?” he mumbled between licks, wetting her fingers with every filthy drag of his tongue.

She bit her lip, watching him—eyes dark, skin flushed.

“You like sucking on them that much?” she teased breathlessly. “Didn’t know my fingers could get you this hard.”

Jeno popped her fingers out with a wet sound, a trail of spit connecting them to his swollen lips. He grabbed her wrist and held her hand still between them, breathing heavily.

“You don’t know the half of what you do to me,” he growled.

And then he pulled her in.

The kiss was instant and devouring—messy, carnal, hungry. Their mouths collided with heat and urgency, lips crashing, tongues sliding together in a shared taste of skin and saliva. Jeno groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her ass with both palms now, pulling her forward until her clothed core was pressed perfectly against the aching hardness between them.

The kiss deepened—dirtier, wetter—until she was whimpering softly into his mouth, fingers still tangled in his hair.

When they finally pulled back, their foreheads pressed together, both of them panting, lips swollen, eyes wild.

Jeno licked his bottom lip, savoring the last of her taste.

“You taste too good,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Now I need to know if the rest of you’s even sweeter.”

Jeno’s lips hovered just inches from hers, both of them still gasping, sharing the same humid breath. His palms were firm on her ass, thumbs digging into the curves like he owned every inch of her—and right now, he did.

He looked at her like he wanted to ruin her.

“Take your clothes off,” he rasped against her cheek, voice wrecked and demanding. “Now. Leave the panties.”

Y/N blinked, pupils blown, heart hammering—but she obeyed without hesitation. Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she reached for the hem of her top, peeling it off over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her skin bare and kissed by the warm apartment air.

Jeno leaned back on the couch, watching, eyes heavy with lust. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered.

Next came her shorts. She lifted her hips, shuffling out of them while still straddling his lap, until they pooled around her ankles on the floor. Her panties were all that remained—thin, soaked through with arousal, clinging to her folds.

Jeno’s gaze dropped and darkened further. He ran his tongue over his lower lip slowly, like he could already taste her.

“Soaked already?” he taunted, tilting his head. “You’re that needy just from me sucking your fingers?”

Y/N bit her lip, nodding breathlessly.

Jeno chuckled, wicked and low. “Filthy little thing. I love it.”

Then his hand slid up her spine gently, urging her to move.

“On the carpet, baby. All fours. Face down, ass up for me.”

Heat flooded her body as she slowly slid off his lap, palms pressing into the soft carpet in front of the couch. She sank onto her hands and knees just like he asked, her back arched, panties stretched over her ass. The position made her feel bare—even with the thin fabric still on—made her feel owned. And she loved it.

Jeno got to his knees behind her, the carpet brushing his shins.

His hands roamed immediately—rough palms dragging down her back, then smoothing over her hips, fingertips digging into the dip where her thighs met her ass.

“Look at this fuckin’ view,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re made for this, you know that?”

Y/N whimpered when his thumbs pulled the fabric of her panties apart slightly, revealing just enough to let the cool air kiss her slick folds.

“You like being like this for me?” he asked. His tone was sweet—mocking. “Like a good little cocksleeve?”

She moaned softly, arching more. “Yes… Jeno.”

“Say it properly,” he growled, giving her ass a light slap. “Tell me you love being like this.”

“I love it…” she gasped. “I love being like this for you.”

“Damn right you do.”

He didn’t waste any more time. He leaned in, exhaling a warm breath against her soaked panties before dragging his tongue up the wet fabric in one long, slow stripe.

Y/N jolted, choking on a gasp.

“You taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmured, mouthing her through the cloth again. He licked harder this time—pressing his tongue flat and firm, tracing her lips through the panties, teasing her clit through the soaked material until it twitched.

“Dripping,” he murmured. “And I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.”

His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties now, peeling them down slow—inch by inch—until they were bunched at her knees, leaving her bare and glistening in front of him.

Jeno groaned at the sight, his hands gripping her ass and spreading her cheeks apart.

“Fuck. Look at this messy cunt,” he growled. “All this just for my mouth, huh?”

Y/N could barely nod before he dove in.

His tongue met her folds bare, licking up the slick that had already started to drip onto the inside of her thighs. His mouth was relentless—tongue dipping into her, dragging upward, circling her clit only to avoid it at the last second.

She whimpered, back arching, knees shaking.

“Oh my god, Jeno—”

He didn’t let her finish.

He slid a hand beneath her, two fingers trailing between her lips and teasing her entrance as he licked—slow and deep. Then, as his tongue flicked her clit with soft, practiced strokes, he pressed one slick finger to her rim.

She froze.

“Relax,” he muttered against her pussy, voice muffled and filthy. “Just a little finger. I want you to feel everything.”

His finger circled her hole, teasing—light pressure, never too much—just enough to make her thighs twitch. The sensation had her brain spinning: his tongue flicking her clit, his spit dripping down her folds, and his finger pressing just barely inside her from behind.

It wasn’t rough. It was controlled. Owned.

“I’m gonna make you fall apart like this,” he muttered, licking slow and deep again. “On your hands and knees, drooling into the carpet while I eat you like the messy little slut you are.”

Her hips bucked.

His tongue flattened again—licking her harder now, moaning into her core while he fucked her with his mouth, all while gently fingering her ass, pushing only the tip in and out in slow, shallow strokes.

Her moans turned to gasps. She could barely hold herself up.

Jeno smirked, pulling back just to admire the slick mess between her thighs.

“Not cumming yet,” he warned, voice rough. “Not until I say so.”

Then he dove back in—hungrier than before.

Y/N could barely keep her arms straight. Her elbows trembled, her thighs spread wider than she meant to as her body surrendered—bit by bit—to the overwhelming heat building deep in her belly.

Jeno was relentless.

Tongue deep, lips wet, nose brushing her clit when he really pushed in. The sounds he made behind her—deep groans, soft slurps, breathless praise between licks—only pushed her higher, closer. His hands gripped her ass like he owned it, spreading her wider every time she squirmed, every time she tried to twist away from how good it felt.

And that damn finger… still teasing the tight ring of muscle behind her folds, slick from her own wetness and his spit.

“You feel that?” Jeno growled against her pussy, tongue still lapping lazily at her clit. “Your body fuckin’ shaking for me. You love it—don’t you, baby?”

“Y-Yes,” she gasped. “Jeno, please—please—”

“Please what?” he taunted, voice low and wrecked. “Wanna cum while I’m licking your slutty little pussy from behind?”

She nodded frantically, a strangled cry caught in her throat.

“Beg,” he whispered, mouth hovering right over her swollen clit now. “Beg like a good fucktoy.”

Y/N’s breath caught as her hips jerked back into his face, desperate, needy, flushed all over.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please make me cum, Jeno. I need it—I need your mouth, please.”

He groaned, hard and feral.

“Fucking knew you were a desperate little mess under all that attitude.”

And then he devoured her.

There was no warning. His tongue went straight for her clit—flat, rough, fast—stroking and circling with expert flicks that had her gasping, moaning louder than she ever had before. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open, drool stringing to the carpet below as the pleasure crashed down like a tidal wave.

Her thighs squeezed tight—but Jeno growled and spread them apart again, refusing to let her run.

“You don’t get to close your legs,” he barked. “You take it. Take this fucking tongue like the cock-hungry little slut you are.”

Her whole body convulsed.

And then—it hit.

Her climax ripped through her like lightning, white-hot and violent in how hard it struck her core. Her pussy clenched around nothing, her legs buckled as she screamed out his name, body spasming from the intensity.

But Jeno didn’t stop. He didn’t stop.

He stayed latched to her clit, sucking harder through her orgasm, tongue dragging through every pulse, every twitch. His mouth was slick with her, nose buried between her folds as if he wanted to drown in the taste of her.

“Look at you,” he rasped between licks, lips smearing her slick all over her thighs. “Cumming all over my fucking face like a good little cumslut. Fuck, baby—you’re shaking.”

And she was. Her arms gave out completely—face buried into the carpet, ass still up in the air, trembling, overstimulated as he licked her through every last wave. Her moans were broken now, more like sobs of pleasure.

But he still didn’t stop.

“Can’t believe how sweet this pussy tastes,” he groaned, spreading her again to drag his tongue from her entrance to her clit and back. “You were made to be fucked, weren’t you? To be eaten, teased, and ruined till your brain’s dripping just like this.”

Y/N whimpered, breathless. “Jeno—Jeno I—I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he hissed. “You’re gonna give me one more. Just with my mouth. You’re gonna sob on my tongue, baby.”

His fingers slid under her, teasing her clit again while his tongue probed lower, wet and warm.

“And you’re gonna thank me for ruining your perfect little hole like this.”

Y/N was already falling apart.

Her body was limp, her breath a string of broken whimpers muffled into the carpet fibers, her thighs slick and shaking. Her first orgasm still echoed through her bones—but Jeno wasn’t done. Not even close.

He was starving.

Still on his knees behind her, he gripped her ass with both hands, squeezing the softness roughly before spreading her again with no shame, exposing her folds—red, puffy, glistening with release.

“Fucking wrecked,” he breathed, voice drenched in lust. “One orgasm and your pussy’s already twitching for more?”

Y/N whimpered beneath him, helpless, trembling.

“That’s right,” he growled, dragging his tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit. “You’re not done until I say you’re done, baby.”

He dove back in, tongue flat and firm, licking directly over her swollen clit in steady, hard strokes. She jolted violently, her hips trying to pull away—but Jeno grabbed them, forcing her to stay in place with a low, dark chuckle.

“Nuh-uh,” he warned, voice gravel against her skin. “Where do you think you’re going, pretty thing? I didn’t say you could run.”

His mouth was everywhere—licking, sucking, teasing, dragging across her most sensitive spot like he owned it. The pressure was more intense this time, the rhythm unforgiving. He knew she was oversensitive. He knew she was about to lose it again.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

“You’re so fuckin’ easy,” he muttered between licks. “All it takes is my tongue on your filthy little cunt and you’re dripping down your thighs. What does that make you, huh?”

She gasped, her voice barely coherent. “A s-slut… your slut—”

Jeno moaned into her pussy at the sound of that. “Damn right you are.”

He pressed two fingers to her ass again, gently rubbing circles over the rim, teasing her open while his mouth devoured her clit. His saliva mixed with her arousal, running down in glistening trails as obscene slurping sounds filled the room—wet and loud and endless.

Y/N sobbed into the floor, legs twitching.

“Jeno—oh my god, please—please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he snarled, pulling back just long enough to spit on her folds before slamming his tongue right back down. “You’re gonna cum again. Right in my face. Like the good little cumdump you are.”

His words shouldn’t have turned her on this much—but they did. God, they did.

Her hands clawed at the rug, trying to find something—anything—to hold onto, her body jerking violently as Jeno licked harder, faster, tongue relentless as he worked her clit like it was the only thing that mattered. His nose bumped against her with every flick, his fingers massaging her rear entrance while his mouth sent her spiraling.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he groaned, letting his teeth graze her clit just enough to make her cry out. “I could drown in this pussy. So sweet… so mine.”

And then he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked.

Hard. Her entire body seized.

Her scream ripped from her throat, raw and desperate. Her thighs clamped around his head, her back arched, and her vision went white.

Her second orgasm hit like a train—violent, gushing, her pussy spasming around nothing as her body writhed against the carpet. Her voice broke into helpless sobs of pleasure, too overstimulated to form words now.

But Jeno didn’t stop.

He ate through it—licking and lapping like a man possessed, moaning into her as her orgasm soaked his mouth and chin. His fingers dug into her ass, spreading her wider so he could see every twitch, every clench, every pulse of her body as she came hard all over his tongue.

“Look at this pussy,” he groaned, tongue still flicking at her. “Fucking dripping like the little mess you are. My filthy little girl.”

Her body collapsed.

Her arms gave out completely, her cheek pressed to the floor, panting, hair stuck to her face, thighs still shaking. She was drooling. Whimpering. Completely and utterly used.

Jeno finally pulled back, his mouth shiny, his lips red and wet.

He stared at the mess between her legs with a grin that was half-pride, half-possessive obsession.

Then he leaned in and kissed her pussy once more, gently this time. Reverent.

“You taste better than anything,” he whispered.

Then—pressing one last kiss to the inside of her thigh—he got up on his knees, towering behind her, rubbing slow circles over her ass while she lay ruined in front of him.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Y/N's body lay trembling on the carpet, eyes half-lidded and chest heaving, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. Her thighs still quivered with aftershocks, slick dripping down them like a trail of everything Jeno had just taken from her.

He gave her a minute. Or two.

Not out of mercy—no, Jeno was still kneeling behind her, slowly running his hands over the curves of her hips, her waist, her ass. But now, his mouth dipped lower. Warm lips pressed gently to her shoulder blades, then to the top of her spine. Then a sharp nip.

She gasped as his teeth bit down just hard enough to sting.

“Too sensitive?” he whispered near her ear, his voice sinful, thick with hunger. “That’s cute.”

He kissed the bite, then another. He dragged his mouth down her back, leaving a trail of marks—some soft, some bruising. She shivered every time he sucked a little harder, his tongue soothing her skin only after he claimed it.

“Bet your sweet little body wasn’t expecting all that,” he murmured, biting her shoulder again, harder this time. “But look at you. Still dripping. Still open for me.”

Y/N whimpered into the carpet, utterly spent—yet her hips shifted, betraying her. She wanted more. She always did when it came to him.

Jeno pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Don’t fall asleep, princess. I’m not nearly finished.”

And with that, he sat back on his knees and finally slid his sweatpants down just enough to free himself.

His cock stood thick and heavy, flushed and veined, the tip already leaking just from devouring her like that. He hissed as the cool air hit him—but all he could focus on was her glistening pussy, still spread and begging for him, two orgasms deep and looking like heaven carved into a girl’s body.

He wrapped a hand around himself and gave one lazy stroke. Then he smirked.

“You probably missed my face, didn’t you?” he teased, slowly crawling over her back, body pressing warm and firm into hers. “I was too busy eating you like a man starving… didn’t even let you look at me.”

Y/N moaned weakly. “I did…”

“I know, baby,” he grinned, brushing her hair from her cheek. “You love watching me get messy for you.”

Then—suddenly—he flipped her over.

Her body collapsed onto her back, limbs heavy, but she opened her legs instinctively. Jeno hovered over her, shirt still clinging to his chest, sweatpants low on his hips. Her slick was smeared all over his mouth and chin.

He stared at her ruined face, her glassy eyes, her parted lips—and leaned down.

The kiss was filthy.

His mouth crushed into hers—wet and deep, tongue pushing in immediately, tasting her own cum on his lips as he moaned into her mouth. His hands gripped her face, his body hovering over hers like a man possessed, like he could never get enough.

She kissed him back, whimpering into his mouth, arms curling around his neck. Her legs lifted—tired, trembling—and wrapped around his waist.

That did something to him.

“Fuck,” Jeno breathed, pulling back just enough to look down at her. “Still wrapping those legs around me even when your body’s wrecked? You’re addicted.”

He lined himself up, rubbing his tip through her slick folds, pressing it against her swollen clit once, twice, teasing before dipping lower.

“You’re still so wet,” he murmured. “So fucking perfect for me, baby.”

And then—he slid in.

One smooth, slow thrust. Deep.

Y/N’s eyes flew open. Her mouth fell open in a gasp as her pussy stretched around his cock, already sore and soaked, but her body welcomed him like it was home.

Jeno groaned—long and low.

“Fuuuuck… tight little cunt still fits me so good even after I’ve made a mess of it.”

Her legs squeezed tighter around his waist. She needed him closer.

He didn’t wait.

His hips rocked into her again, deeper this time, cock dragging against her walls with enough pressure to make her arch her back. Her tits bounced softly with each movement, nipples peaked, begging for attention.

Jeno noticed.

He leaned down and sucked a breast into his mouth, hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he latched onto her nipple and sucked. He switched to the other, leaving red marks, messy bites, and hot tongue swirls as he fucked her deeper.

“You know what I was thinking?” he said against her chest, hips never slowing. “Remember when we first started dating… I asked you how babies were made?”

Y/N moaned beneath him, face hot. “Jeno—don’t—”

But he grinned.

“You told me,” he said, thrusting harder now, “that girls eat a lot of food… and their bellies get big and a baby pops out nine months later.”

He pulled back to look into her eyes, hips still fucking her slow and deep.

“You were so fuckin’ cute.”

Then—his voice dropped, dark and loaded.

“And now look at you… letting me fuck you raw, soaking my cock, clinging to me like you want me to breed you.”

She whimpered, eyes rolling.

“You do, don’t you?” he growled. “Want me to fill you up? Want this pussy full of my cum so your belly gets all round and swollen—for real this time?”

Her legs tightened. Her nails raked down his back.

He kissed her again—sloppier, needier—biting her bottom lip, groaning into her throat as he rutted deep into her wet, abused hole.

“Say it,” he demanded between thrusts. “Say you want me to fuck a baby into you.”

“Say it,” Jeno growled again, each word dragging across her skin like heat. “Say you want me to fill this pussy up.”

Y/N couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—his cock was thrusting into her with slow, punishing force, each drag of his length hitting deep, almost too deep, and her body couldn’t keep up. She was sore and trembling and so close she could taste it.

“I—I want it,” she choked out, eyes glassy. “Want your cum inside me, Jeno—wanna feel it dripping out of me—please—please—”

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, fucking her harder. “That’s it, baby. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

His mouth came down on her neck then—biting, sucking, marking her throat with rough kisses that burned her skin in the best way. Each sharp nip made her cry out, made her cunt clench around him like a vice.

“You love being used like this, huh?” he growled into her throat. “Letting me fuck your brain out, whining and begging while I stretch this pussy open. Just a needy little hole for me to breed.”

“Y-Yes,” she sobbed. “I’m your slut—only yours—please, Jeno—please—!”

“Good fucking girl.”

He angled his hips slightly—and slammed into her with a rhythm that made her toes curl. Every thrust hit that spot deep inside, every push of his cock dragging along her soaked, sensitive walls with brutal precision.

And then his hand dropped between them—two fingers pressing hard against her clit.

“Cum for me,” he hissed, breath ragged. “Make a fucking mess on my cock. Right now.”

That was it.

Her body snapped. Her back arched off the floor, mouth wide open in a cry that didn’t even sound like words anymore. Her pussy clenched violently, spasming around him, walls fluttering as her orgasm slammed through her like an earthquake. Her vision went white. Her body shook so hard, her legs nearly gave out around his waist.

But Jeno didn’t stop. He watched her fall apart underneath him, felt her pussy milking his cock, and he lost it.

“Fuck—fuck, baby—you’re squeezing me so tight—gonna fucking cum—”

One more thrust—deep and hard—and then he buried himself fully inside her and groaned like a man breaking.

He came. Hot, thick ropes spilling into her already drenched cunt, his cock twitching deep inside as he rutted slowly, grinding into her, filling her up with everything he had. His breath was harsh against her neck, his arms shaking as he held himself above her.

But he didn’t pull out. Not even an inch.

He stayed right there—cock still inside her, throbbing, their bodies stuck together with sweat and cum and heat.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice hoarse. “You took it so well… made for me.”

She whined softly, legs still wrapped around him, nails dragging across his back as her hips twitched from overstimulation.

“Still so fucking wet,” he murmured, pressing kisses along her jaw, her cheek, her collarbone. “And you’re not leaking yet, which means I need to keep it in.”

He rolled his hips slowly, still buried in her.

“I want it to stay,” he whispered against her mouth. “I want it to take.”

Y/N kissed him weakly, messy and full of need. “Don’t pull out… please don’t pull out.”

“I wasn’t going to,” he smirked. “You're mine, baby. And now you're full of me.”

For a long moment, Jeno didn’t move.

Still buried deep inside her, still pressed to her chest, his body hovered over hers, breathing heavy and skin flushed with heat. Y/N lay beneath him—limp, legs still curled around his waist, clinging to him like she was afraid he might disappear if she let go.

Her lashes fluttered, her cheek against his shoulder, breath slow and uneven, face glowing with post-orgasmic haze.

“You alive down there?” he whispered against her ear, voice low but tender now, less cocky, more fond.

She hummed something that was probably meant to be a yes, but sounded more like a sigh of complete and total exhaustion.

Jeno chuckled softly, brushing her hair back from her damp forehead. “You look wrecked.”

Y/N gave a tiny, sleepy pout. “You wrecked me…”

He smiled. “Yeah. I did.”

Still, he didn’t pull out immediately. He liked being inside her—liked how soft and warm and close it made them feel. But when he felt her legs finally start to relax around him, twitching slightly from how sensitive she still was, he pressed a kiss to her jaw and slowly, gently, pulled out.

She whimpered at the sensation, hips twitching, brows drawing together—but didn’t protest. Her body was too tired, too satisfied.

A soft trail of their mixed release followed, dripping between her thighs.

Jeno let out a breath, admiring the sight—then immediately reached for the small towel from the nearby table, always kept there for nights like this. But tonight… she needed more than that.

“C’mon, baby,” he murmured, voice low and gentle as he bent down to kiss her shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Y/N made a noise of sleepy protest but didn’t resist when he gathered her in his arms, lifting her off the carpet like she weighed nothing.

She melted against his chest, forehead resting against his collarbone as he carried her into the bathroom—still shirtless, sweatpants pulled low on his hips, the glow of afterglow still clinging to his skin.

He sat her carefully on the closed toilet lid and crouched down in front of her, grabbing a warm washcloth. He worked slowly, gently wiping between her thighs, careful around her sensitive folds. His other hand stroked her knee, grounding her.

“You okay?” he asked softly, eyes scanning her face.

She nodded, smiling sleepily. “Mhm. Just tired.”

“You were perfect,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss the inside of her thigh. “So good for me.”

Once he was done, he tossed the cloth in the laundry bin and helped her stand. They brushed their teeth side by side in the small bathroom mirror, both too tired to speak much, but every glance they exchanged said enough.

Jeno pressed a sleepy kiss to her temple before tugging her back to the bedroom.

The bed was already a little messy from earlier that morning, but he didn’t care. He pulled back the comforter and helped her climb in, then stripped off the rest of his clothes and slid in beside her.

As soon as he settled in, Y/N curled into him—head on his chest, one leg hooking over his hip, her arm draped lazily across his stomach. She was still warm and soft and smelled like sex and shampoo and her.

Jeno wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close, his hand running gently up and down her spine.

The bedroom was quiet now. Dimly lit. Calm.

He kissed her forehead once. Twice. Then again, lower—on her nose, her cheek.

“You did so good today,” he whispered.

“Mmm,” she breathed, half-asleep already. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true,” he whispered with a small smile, brushing her hair behind her ear.

She didn’t reply. Her breathing had already slowed, chest rising and falling softly against his side. Jeno looked down at her—face tucked against him, lips parted, completely relaxed.

He held her tighter.

His fingers traced lazy shapes into her bare back as he stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking about how much he loved this—her. The way she gave him everything. The way she trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms, undone and content and safe.

Eventually, his eyes drifted shut, too.

His last thought before sleep took him was simple.

Mine.

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Soft golden light spilled through the blinds.

Jeno was still asleep, one arm draped lazily around Y/N’s waist, his bare chest rising and falling against her back. The room was quiet — just the faint sound of traffic in the distance, the fan humming low, and their shared breath curling into the morning air.

Y/N stirred first.

Her body ached, but not in a bad way. Her thighs still tingled from the night before, and her core pulsed at the memory of Jeno's mouth ruining her — twice — without even needing to fuck her. His words, his fingers, his tongue... all of it still echoed in her bones.

She smiled softly to herself and slowly, carefully, turned in his arms.

Jeno slept on his back now, one hand behind his head, the other draped across the sheets. His lips were parted, hair messy, lashes dark against his cheeks. The faintest bruises from her nails marked his chest. And beneath the blanket… the shape of his cock, resting thick and heavy against his thigh.

She bit her lip.

Time to return the favor.

Y/N ducked under the covers slowly, quiet not to wake him just yet, her fingers lightly trailing down his torso. She lifted the comforter just enough to crawl beneath it, breath already hitching as she uncovered the length of him.

Even soft, he was big. Beautiful.

She gave a slow stroke with her hand first — just enough to feel the weight of him begin to stir under her touch.

Jeno groaned quietly in his sleep, hips twitching once.

Y/N smiled.

“Good morning,” she whispered, brushing a kiss to the base of his cock. “Thought I’d take care of you this time…”

She started slow. Gentle. Lazy.

Her tongue dragged up the underside of his shaft — one long, warm lick, ending at the tip. Her lips pressed against the flushed head next, soft and reverent, tasting him. She opened her mouth and took just the head inside, sucking slow, steady, her tongue swirling underneath.

Jeno twitched again — this time his hips shifting, breath catching.

She glanced up from beneath the sheets, lips still wrapped around him, and saw his hand flex once against the mattress.

Another suck — deeper this time.

Her lips slid down halfway now, taking more of him in, letting her mouth stretch to accommodate his growing length. Her hand wrapped around the base, moving in slow strokes that matched her mouth, her tongue curling on every pull back.

She could hear him breathing heavier now.

A low groan escaped his throat.

“Fuck…” he rasped, voice thick with sleep. “What’re you… baby—”

Y/N hummed softly around his cock.

He jerked at the vibration, his hand sliding under the blanket until his fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding — just holding. Just feeling her.

“Shit… that’s how you’re waking me up?”

She nodded, mouth still full of him.

She took him deeper now, drool already beginning to wet the corner of her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the way he filled her mouth, the weight of him, the warmth, the taste.

One hand stroked what she couldn’t take. The other rubbed softly along his thigh as she bobbed her head in a lazy rhythm, pulling soft moans from Jeno’s throat.

He lifted the blanket now, peeking down at her.

And the sight of her?

Hair messy, lips stretched around his cock, sleepy eyes locked on him, mouth dripping spit as she sucked him slow and loving—like she worshipped every inch?

It nearly did him in.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, voice thick. “You’re so fucking good at that. Like you were made for it.”

Y/N pulled off for a second, eyes shining. “You made me cum twice last night with just your mouth… you deserve this.”

He smirked, breath shaky. “Then don’t stop.”

She didn’t. She went back down, lips wrapping tight, her tongue massaging every inch she could reach. She moaned again, just to feel the way he twitched from it. Her hands were gentle, her mouth warm, her pace slow — this wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t about getting him off fast.

It was about giving. Giving him the same kind of pleasure he gave her. Slow. Intimate. Messy. Real.

Jeno hissed as her lips sealed around the head again, her cheeks hollowing with a strong suck, spit slipping down to her chin. His thighs tensed, his abs flexed.

“Baby,” he groaned, thumb stroking her cheek under the blanket. “You keep sucking me like that, I’m not gonna last.”

But she didn’t stop. She just sucked harder.

Her mouth was a fucking heaven trap.

Jeno gritted his teeth, one hand fisting the sheets, the other buried in her hair as Y/N bobbed her head a little faster now — that perfect, lazy-but-deadly rhythm that worked him just right.

He was throbbing on her tongue now, heavy and flushed, her lips slick with spit, her eyes half-lidded and glowing like she knew she had him falling apart.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped, voice wrecked. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

She hummed low around him — that same dangerous sound that vibrated through his entire body. Her cheeks hollowed again as she pulled back to the tip, gave it one messy kiss, then sank back down deep, her throat flexing around him as her hand squeezed the base.

That was it.

Jeno’s head fell back with a raw groan.

“—Fuckfuckfuck—baby, I’m cumming—”

His thighs trembled as he jerked hard in her mouth, cock twitching violently.

And Y/N didn’t flinch. She stayed right there — lips sealed around him, sucking slow and deep, eyes on him while his cum filled her mouth in hot, thick ropes. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around him, not wasting a single bit.

He moaned through it, breathless and twitching, his hand caressing the back of her head now, thumb dragging lazily over her cheek. His abs spasmed with the aftershocks, the kind of orgasm that left him dizzy and floating.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out.

Y/N slowly pulled off, licking her lips, a smug little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

She crawled back up his chest, blanket slipping down her shoulders, her skin still warm and bare. Her lips hovered over his — and then she kissed him.

Soft. But hungry.

She opened her mouth against his, letting her tongue slide over his, making him taste himself — the salty trace of his release still lingering. And Jeno groaned, kissed her back harder, his hand sliding to the back of her neck to pull her in deeper.

He didn’t care. In fact, it turned him on more.

“You swallowed all of it,” he murmured against her lips.

“Every drop,” she whispered, brushing her nose against his.

“Fuck, I love you.”

She giggled into his mouth.

He kissed her again — slower now, the tension bleeding out of his muscles, his other hand running up and down her spine in soothing strokes. She melted into him, her body fitting perfectly on top of his, her breath slowing as she nuzzled into his chest.

Jeno shifted slightly, flipping her so she was tucked under his arm, her head resting just over his heart, their legs tangled under the sheets. The morning light filtered through the blinds, soft and hazy.

He pulled the blanket up over them both, pressing a final kiss to the top of her head.

Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his stomach.

“You’re warm,” she murmured sleepily.

“So are you,” he whispered.

A few beats passed. Their breaths synced. Their bodies relaxed. The air between them still warm from kisses and cum and comfort.

And then, just like that—

They drifted off again. Together.

Safe. Satisfied. Home.

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