i'm sorry to bother you but this is your 85th pending request
It is Yeji x Giselle x Male Reader (but wait here's a twist)
Yeji and Giselle are lesbian couple (because they're both my mommies) anyways, the male reader is adopted so they "teaching their Son how to have sex", so Giselle will be a sub bottom while Yeji is just coaching and teasing her son's body
I just want to wait Yeji say "keep going until Mommy Giselle is pregnant" naur that's hot
OBEDIENT SON
dom!Yeji & sub!Giselle x Male Reader
tags: mommy kink, creampie, dirty talking, nasty sex
AN: Sorry this took so long! I couldn't write properly the past few days! Apologies if it's also very messy!🥀😭
Yeji and Giselle are a powerful, elite lesbian couple known for their lavish lifestyle and magnetic dominance. You, their freshly adopted son turned butler, are quiet, polite… and painfully innocent. Yeji decides it’s time to train you—not just in serving drinks, opening doors and being a good son, but in serving them. Tonight, Yeji takes control, with Giselle as her eager toy, and you as the subject of a very personal lesson.
“On your knees,” Yeji commands smoothly, her voice slicing through the silk-curtained bedroom like a hot knife through butter. “He needs to watch how a real slut begs for it.”
You drop to your knees beside the velvet couch like she taught you—straight spine, hands clasped behind your back, head bowed. You try not to look up at the scene in front of you, but it's impossible.
Giselle’s sprawled on the couch in black lace and thigh-highs, smirking as she spreads her legs. Her cheeks are flushed already, her voice sugar-slick and teasing. “Aw, puppy’s shy. He can clean the silverware, but not my pussy?”
Yeji chuckles darkly from behind you. “He will. But first…” She steps forward, heels clicking sharply against the marble. “Let mommy show him how it’s done.”
Her fingers slide into your hair—cold rings against your scalp—and she yanks your head up gently but firmly, forcing you to look. Between Giselle’s legs, the lace is already soaked. Her folds glisten under the soft lighting, and your mouth goes dry.
“Eyes on her,” Yeji whispers, lips grazing your ear. “Look how wet she gets from being ignored. That’s what a good girl looks like when she’s desperate to be bred.”
You feel your cock twitch in your pants, painfully hard. Giselle spreads her legs wider, sighing as her fingers slip between her thighs to tease her slit. “Please, Yeji… I’ve been so good today.”
Yeji crouches beside you, her presence overwhelming. Her hand drags down your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, nail by nail, like she’s unveiling a piece of property. “You’ve never touched a woman like this, have you?” she coos.
You swallow. “N-No, ma’am.”
She smiles. It’s cold. “Oh, baby. That innocence won’t last.”
She undoes your belt with a casual flick, pants pooling at your knees. When your cock springs free, flushed and dripping with pre, Giselle lets out a gasp.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes, eyes wide and dark. “Look at him, Yeji. He’s huge. Can I have him yet? Please?”
Yeji strokes your cock once, then twice, slow and firm, watching every twitch with clinical precision. “He’ll fit,” she murmurs. “And you’ll take every inch like a good little cumhole.”
You groan through clenched teeth, trying not to buck into her hand. She stops instantly.
“Ah, ah—none of that. You don’t get to fuck unless I say so.” Her nails scrape gently up your shaft, stopping at the head. “You cum early, you watch us finish without you. Understood?”
You nod rapidly. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good boy.”
Yeji lets go, leaving you throbbing and leaking. “Now go ahead,” she purrs. “Slide it in. But don’t you dare cum until I give the word.”
Your fingers tremble as you crawl forward, positioning yourself between Giselle’s thighs. She grips your face, her teasing tone melting into something warmer. “Be gentle, okay? Just at first.”
You nod.
And then—you sink in. Slowly. Inch by trembling inch.
Giselle gasps, her body jolting under you. “F-Fuck—he’s stretching me—Yeji, he’s so thick—oh my God—”
Yeji sits back in the leather armchair across from you, one leg crossed over the other, watching like a queen over her court. Her eyes never leave you.
“Slow,” she commands. “Let her feel it. Let her ache for it.”
You do as you're told. The pace is maddening. Slow thrusts, grinding hips, every movement sending shocks of pleasure through your spine and moans spilling from Giselle's mouth. Her nails drag across your back as she wraps her legs tighter around you.
Yeji’s voice cuts through the heat. “Now a little faster. I want to hear her lose it.”
You pick up the pace, your breath hitching. The slap of skin against skin grows louder, wetter. Giselle writhes under you, head thrown back, sweat-slick and moaning freely.
“Y-Yes, yes—just like that—fuck, you’re learning so fast, baby—”
Yeji stands and crosses the room. She grabs your jaw mid-thrust and tilts your face toward hers. Her lips are inches from yours, but she doesn’t kiss you.
“Listen carefully,” she hisses, voice like velvet wrapped around steel. “You keep going. You fuck her. You don’t stop until mommy Giselle is pregnant with your fucking seed.”
You whimper, on the edge.
“Yeji—please—” Giselle gasps, her thighs trembling. “Don’t say that, I’m so close—”
Yeji slaps her inner thigh, sharp and loud. “Take it. You want this. You want him to ruin you.”
Your hips snap harder now, slamming into her, driven by raw need and Yeji’s commands. Giselle is a mess beneath you—sweaty, soaked, her moans turning into cries.
“You like that?” Yeji sneers. “Being filled like a filthy little cumdump?”
“Yes—yes—I love it—I love his cock—please let me cum—”
Yeji moves behind you, dragging her nails down your back before whispering into your ear again. “Cum inside her. Do it. She’s your fucktoy now. Fill her up, stain her hole. That’s your job.”
That’s it. The order pushes you over the edge.
You groan, burying yourself deep, cock pulsing violently as you explode inside Giselle. She screams, clutching at you, her own climax tearing through her as your seed floods her.
You collapse forward, panting, your body spent and twitching.
Yeji strokes your hair and hums with satisfaction.
“That,” she murmurs, licking her lips, “was lesson one. And you’re going to beg for lesson two.”
Yeji doesn't let you rest long.
Giselle is still moaning softly beneath you, a satisfied, dripping mess on the velvet couch. Your cock twitches against her inner thigh, coated in both your cum and her slick. You're dazed, trembling, still catching your breath when Yeji threads her fingers through your hair and tugs—not cruel, but firm enough to remind you: you belong to her now.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” she murmurs into your ear, voice dark with promise. “We’re not done yet. That was just your first load.”
Your heart stutters. Your hips twitch. You haven’t even softened.
Yeji smirks. “Good. You’re still hard. Just what I wanted.”
She rises from the chair and straightens her blouse, only to slowly peel it off, revealing her toned stomach and black satin bra underneath. Dominance radiates off her like heat. “Lesson two,” she says coolly, circling the couch like a lioness, “is about control. I want to see if you can follow orders while your cock is buried in something this tight—” she gestures at Giselle’s soaked, spread-open cunt, still twitching from her earlier orgasm—“and not make a mess until I say.”
Giselle whines playfully. “Y-Yeji… I don’t think I can take him again so soon…”
Yeji raises a brow. “That wasn’t a question, baby.” She snaps her fingers. “On your back.”
Giselle obeys instantly, flipping over, arching her back like a needy pet, lifting her ass high in the air with her face pressed into the velvet. She reaches back and spreads herself open for you, whining, “Please… please, mommy, let him use me…”
Yeji turns to you.
“Go on,” she says, cool and smooth. “Slide back in. No teasing this time. No warm-up. She’s already ruined, she wants it ruined more.”
You crawl forward, your cock still slick and rock hard, aching for another taste of her heat. As you line yourself up with Giselle’s entrance again, you glance nervously at Yeji.
“I… I’m still sensitive, ma’am…”
She leans down and whispers with a wicked smile, “Good. Then you’ll cum faster. And I’ll stop you right when you're about to.”
You shudder and push in.
Giselle cries out instantly. “F-fuck! He’s even bigger now—Yeji, he’s stretching me so deep—oh my God—”
Yeji sits beside her and pets her hair as you start thrusting, slowly at first. “That’s it,” she murmurs, watching you. “Long, deep strokes. I want to hear your hips slap.”
You build rhythm, letting the sound echo in the room—wet, filthy, desperate. Giselle’s ass bounces back against you, needy and loud.
Yeji’s eyes stay locked on you. “Faster.”
You obey.
“Now grind,” she commands, “at the bottom. Make her toes curl. I want her gushing.”
You do, and Giselle screams into the couch cushion, thighs trembling. She’s gripping the velvet like a lifeline.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—don’t stop—don’t stop—I love his cock—!”
Yeji slides her fingers under Giselle, rubbing her clit in tight circles. “You love being stuffed by our son, huh? Begging to get knocked up in mommy’s house?”
“Yes—yes—I wanna be filled again—I want his cum inside—please—”
Yeji turns back to you, lips curled. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can see it in your face. Don’t lie.”
You grit your teeth. “Y-Yes, ma’am—I’m gonna—fuck—I’m close—”
She moves.
Before you can even brace yourself, Yeji grabs your hips and yanks you out of Giselle, your cock twitching and soaked, seconds from exploding. You gasp, panicked—but Yeji climbs into Giselle’s place and straddles you herself, her soaked black thong discarded.
“No—no, no, no—” Giselle whines, still spread open and dripping. “I wanted it…”
“You’ll get more,” Yeji says calmly. “But this one’s mine.”
Without warning, she sinks down onto your cock in one smooth, deliberate motion.
Your hands shoot to her waist, nails digging into her hips as you cry out. She’s hot. Tight. Squeezing you with practiced control. And she doesn’t let you move—she rides, slow and grinding, taking her time, like she’s molding your cock to her shape.
“Oh my God,” you whimper. “Yeji—I-I’m gonna cum—please—I can’t—”
She grabs your chin and forces you to look up at her. “You will. Inside me.”
Her hips slam down again. You choke on your moan.
“You hear that, Giselle?” Yeji taunts, bouncing harder now. “I’m going to take his load right in my cunt. Not a drop wasted.”
Giselle’s still rubbing herself on the couch, crying, ruined and dripping. “Please, let me taste it—please let me have it after—”
You buck up into Yeji uncontrollably.
“Now,” she hisses, eyes burning into yours. “Give it to me. Breed me, boy.”
You shout—your entire body convulses beneath her as your cock pulses violently. Yeji slams herself down, taking every drop of your orgasm deep inside her as you shoot thick, hot ropes into her core.
She doesn’t stop riding until your cock starts to soften, until your hands fall limp, until you’re gasping, red-faced, broken.
Yeji leans in close and whispers against your cheek.
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winter is sad over her recent breakup, her best friend karina decides to offer her bf (reader) for breakup angry sex, winter completely doms and uses you in every possible way, while karina whispers sweet nothings to you, half apologizing and half cheering you on
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Winter x Male Reader feat. Karina
Winter’s apartment was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the blinds. She was curled up on the couch, eyes red and raw from crying, a half-empty glass of soju on the table. Karina sat beside her, rubbing slow circles into her back, murmuring soft reassurances.
You lingered near the kitchen, not wanting to intrude, but Karina’s eyes darted toward you like she was silently asking for help.
Winter sniffed, her voice breaking.
Winter: “He just—he just left me like I was nothing, Jimin. Two years. Gone.”
Karina pulled her closer, kissing her temple.
Karina: “He didn’t deserve you, Min. He never did.”
Winter gave a bitter laugh, wiping her eyes.
Winter: “Yeah? Then why does it feel like I can’t breathe? Why does it feel like I’m… useless?”
Karina glanced at you again—this time with intent. Her lips parted, like she’d just made a decision she couldn’t take back.
She leaned down to whisper in Winter’s ear.
Karina: “You’re not useless. You’re beautiful. Strong. You deserve better. You deserve… anything you want.”
Winter tilted her head, confused.
Winter: “Anything I want?”
That’s when Karina looked at you—pointedly.
Karina: “Even him.”
Your stomach dropped.
You: “Wait—Karina—”
But she shushed you, eyes soft but commanding.
Karina: “Baby… let her use you. Just this once. She needs it. Please.”
Winter blinked between the two of you, lips parted.
Winter: “You’re… you’re serious?”
Karina cupped her cheek, smiling gently.
Karina: “I’d give her the world if it meant she’d stop hurting. And if the world is my boyfriend… she can have him tonight.”
Your pulse thundered in your ears. Winter sat up straighter, her expression shifting from brokenhearted to something darker—hungrier.
She crawled toward you, slow, deliberate.
Winter: “You’d let me take him? However I want?”
Karina’s hand found yours, squeezing reassuringly.
Karina: “He’s yours. Be as rough as you need.” Then, leaning to your ear, she whispered, “I’m sorry, baby… but be good for her, okay? For me.”
Winter didn’t wait. She grabbed you by the collar, pulling you down onto the couch. Her lips crashed into yours, desperate, messy. She tasted of salt and soju, biting at your lower lip until you groaned.
You: “W-Winter—”
Winter: “Shut up. I’m not here to be gentle. You’re mine tonight.”
Karina knelt beside you, brushing your hair back, whispering in your ear even as Winter straddled your lap.
Karina: “It’s okay, baby. Let her. I’ve got you. I’ll be right here.”
Winter’s hands were already tugging at your shirt, nails dragging down your chest. She pushed you flat against the couch, grinding her hips down against the bulge in your pants.
Winter: (grinning wickedly) “Liar. Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth it.”
Karina kissed your temple, whispering.
Karina: “Don’t fight it, baby. Just let her take what she needs. You’re doing so well for me…”
Winter yanked your pants open, freeing your cock, and hissed when it slapped against her thigh, hot and heavy.
Winter: “Fuck… you’re bigger than him. Figures. I don’t care if it hurts—I need it now.”
She spat into her palm, smeared it over your shaft with a messy stroke, and without waiting, lined herself up. Her eyes locked on yours—angry, desperate, starving—before she dropped her hips and slammed down onto you in one brutal thrust.
You: “F-fuck!”
Winter: (hissing through her teeth) “Yes… fuck yes. Stretch me open. That’s it—ahh—fuck!”
The room filled instantly with the wet, obscene sounds of sex—slap, slap, slap—as she began bouncing on your cock, her ass smacking against your thighs.
You tried to grab her hips, desperate to steady her rhythm, but she slapped your hands away.
Winter: “Don’t you dare. I’m in control. I’m fucking you, not the other way around. Got it?”
You: (groaning) “Y-yeah—fuck—got it—”
Winter: (slamming down harder) “Say it. Say you’re just my cock tonight.”
Karina moaned softly from beside you, brushing her lips against your ear, her voice syrup-sweet in contrast.
Karina: “Mmm… she looks so good using you like this, baby. Just let her… be her toy for me, okay? My perfect boy.”
Winter’s nails raked down your chest, leaving red streaks as she rode you raw, every thrust deeper, wetter, louder.
Winter: “You like that? You like how wet I am on your cock? Listen—” (she slams down, a filthy squelch echoing through the room) “—that’s me dripping all over you. You belong to me tonight.”
Your cock twitched inside her, and she laughed, breathless but cruel.
Winter: “Ohhh, you’re twitching already? Gonna cum fast for me? Pathetic. Don’t you dare finish until I say so.”
Karina’s hand slipped lower, cupping and massaging your balls gently, coaxing the pressure to build.
Karina: “Shhh… don’t fight her, baby. Just hold it for her. For me. You’re being so good…”
The pace grew brutal. Winter slammed down again and again, her tits bouncing, sweat beading on her collarbone. The room was a chorus of skin-on-skin smacks and her breathless moans mixed with filthy curses.
Winter: “F-fuck, you’re splitting me open—ahh—yes! Deeper! Harder! I want to forget his name—make me forget him with your cock!”
You: (panting) “You’re so fucking tight—Winter—”
Winter: (snarling) “Louder! Moan for me like you’re mine. Let Karina hear how good I’m breaking you.”
Karina whimpered softly, pressing wet kisses along your neck.
Karina: “Mm, god… hearing you two is driving me crazy. You’re so deep inside her, baby… my best friend’s dripping all over my boyfriend… you’re perfect.”
Winter slammed down harder, grinding at the base, her voice breaking into ragged cries.
Winter: “Fuckfuckfuck—ride me ‘til I can’t walk tomorrow. I don’t want gentle—I want ruined. You hear me? Ruined!”
Your body jolted with every bounce, your cock swollen, veins throbbing. Karina’s whisper turned commanding now, her breath hot in your ear.
Karina: “Cum inside her, baby. Fill her. Give her what she needs. Don’t hold back.”
You: (choking out) “I—I’m close—fuck—”
Winter: (screaming) “Do it! Paint my insides—make me forget his face with your cum!”
Her walls clenched violently around you, squeezing every drop, and the wet squelch squelch as she fucked herself through your orgasm echoed in the room. You groaned, spilling inside her, while she ground down on you mercilessly, milking every spurt.
Karina kissed your temple, whispering almost reverently.
Karina: “That’s it… let it all go. Good boy. So, so good for us.”
Winter collapsed forward onto your chest, trembling, panting raggedly. For a long moment, the only sound was the three of you catching your breath.
Finally, Winter whispered, her voice small again.
Winter: “…Thank you.”
Karina stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head, then your cheek.
Karina: “See? You’re not useless, Win. You’re unstoppable. And you—” (she turned to you, smiling softly) “—you were perfect.”
Winter smirked weakly, still perched on your lap.
Winter: “Don’t think this is the last time I’m using him, Jimin.”
Karina chuckled, nuzzling into your neck.
Karina: “As long as it helps you heal… he’s all yours.”
Hey guys. Here I am, again because on a random Monday afternoon I got an idea for a smut scenario +_+
Sore and owned.
Plain smut. Sorry y'all 😞. Bada x reader. Strap-on.
After a long day at work, Bada comes home and finds you near the closet, finding something to wear as you were going out. She walks up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling your back against her chest. "Baby," she whispers huskily in your ear, "I need something tonight."
"No, I'm going for a girls night ou-"
Before you can even finish your sentence, bada lifts you up and throws you over her shoulder like a caveman, carrying you to the bed. "You're not going out tonight," she says firmly, shutting the bedroom door behind her and locking it. "Tonight, I need you."
"Heyyyyyy" you whine and struggle.
She tosses you onto the bed, her eyes dark with desire as she starts unbuttoning her shirt slowly. "You know what I'm like when I haven't had sex in a few days," she warns, as she pulled her belt off and was stepping out of her pants and standing before you in just her black boxers and sports bra.
"A few days? My ass! We just had sex a day before yesterday!" You accused her.
She climbs onto the bed, crawling towards you with a hungry look in her eyes. "Exactly, and I need it again," she growls, pulling you onto her lap so you're facing her. "I'm fucking craving you right now." She kisses your neck roughly.
She starts to grind against you, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she bites gently on your earlobe. "Don't make me beg," she whispers. "You know how rough I get when I'm this turned on."
You whimper and the way she dominates you just makes you weaker.
She smiles smugly at your reaction, her hands moving to tug at the waistband of your pants. "That's my girl," she says softly before kissing you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth as she pulls off your pants and underwear in one swift motion.
You hold onto her shoulders, breasts heaving.
She knows that she has you right where she wants you. She tosses you back on the bed and spreads your legs apart roughly and positioning herself between them. "Damn," she mutters, seeing how wet you already are. She spits in her hand and rubs it on your pussy roughly, making you cry out.
Your pussy throbs against her hand.
She rubs your pussy faster, adding more spit every now and then. "You're so fucking wet," she growls. "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight." She suddenly pushes two fingers inside of you without warning making you scream out her name.
"Ngh...Bada!!!"
She starts fucking you with her fingers relentlessly, curling them to hit that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second. She removes her fingers and stands up, kicking off her own underwear and fetches the strap-on from the nightstand, buckling it around her hips. "Turn over," she commands roughly. "Now."
You weakly get on your fours, whole body trembling with need.
She sees your ass up in the air waiting for her and growls softly. She spits on her strap-on before sliding it on quickly. She rubs the tip of it against your wet pussy teasingly before pushing it inside slowly inch by inch until she's fully inside you.
Your mouth falls open as you adjust to the size, breathing heavily.
She holds your hips tightly and starts moving slowly at first, letting you get used to the size. But her patience quickly snaps and she starts pounding into you roughly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She reaches around to play with your clit as she fucks you.
You whimpers and cry in pleasure.
She loves hearing your cries and whimpers. It only turns her on more. She starts fucking you harder and faster, her hips snapping against your ass. She presses her fingers hard against your clit. "Take that dick like a good girl," she pants.
She loses control completely and starts fucking you like an animal - her hands gripping your hair and pulling your head back roughly as she slams into you from behind. She's hitting your spot perfectly with each deep thrust making incoherent noises escape your mouth. Suddenly she pulls out abruptly making you whimper.
"Ngh...no...please- I wanna cum...I'm close-"
She smirks, hearing how desperate you are for release. "Not yet," she says before flipping you over onto your back quickly. She pushes both of your legs up high and wide, then slams back inside without warning, making both of you scream out loud. She starts pounding into you again just as roughly.
Your back arches as you were drooling.
She can see you're so close to cumming, your body trembling and your pussy gripping her strap-on tightly. She leans down and bites your neck hard as she continues to fuck you with brutal force. Suddenly, she reaches between your legs and rubs your clit furiously. "CUM,"
You cry, arching off the bed as you cum.
Feeling your pussy clamp down around her as you cum hard, she loses all control. She fucks you through your orgasm, her own release building rapidly. With a final, powerful thrust, she pulls out, removing the strap as fast as she could as she furiously rubs her clit making her squirt on your belly and pussy. She collapses on top of you.
"Sadist. What pleasure do you get from making me sore every time I plan to go out with my friends?" You slap her shoulder playfully.
She laughs softly, kissing your neck gently now that she's calmed down. "The pleasure of knowing you'll be thinking about me every time you sit down today," she smirks.
She smiles and gently wrapping her arms around you. "And besides..." She whispers in your ear huskily, running her nails lightly down your back "...if you're too sore to sit comfortably, then maybe you'll actually stay home tonight instead of going out,"
"Bitch." You curse her as you look at the clock, there was still some time left.
She laughs at your playful insult, squeezing your bottom lightly. "Love you too," She says with a grin, climbing off the bed and stretching. "Now get dressed before I decide to fuck you again if i get horny." She says jokingly. "You're going out with your friends tonight right?"
She starts to gather her clothes, giving you a playful smack on the ass as she walks by. "I'm serious, get dressed before I change my mind. I know how much you love it when I fuck you raw like that." She winks at you as she pulls her pants on.
"You're such a dick" you say as you get up slowly.
She catches you wincing again as you stand up and laughs "Yeah, a dick that made you scream and cum so hard you saw stars," She walks over and gives you a quick spanking "Now stop complaining and get dressed, sweetheart."
You glare as you walk naked to the bathroom since you still have to go out.
She watches you with a smirk, enjoying your playful glare as you go to clean up and get dressed. Once you're dressed, she walks over and wraps her arms around your waist from behind, pressing her body against yours. "You know you love it when I'm rough with you,"
"Fuck you. Anyway, I'll be gone for a couple of hours I guess, behave while I'm gone. I don't want to come home with the couch smelling like your pussy"
She laughs loudly at your comment.
"Oh please," she says playfully, giving your ass another squeeze before letting go. "I'll behave myself while you're gone. No promises about what I'll do when you get back though." She winks at you.
"Horny dick. Bye."
She laughs again as you leave, watching you go with a grin. Once the door closes behind you, she flops back on the bed with a satisfied sigh. "God I love that girl," She says to herself, stretching out on the bed alone.
eating a girl out for the first time? as someone with a couple of decades' experience (i started young, ok?), can i offer some advice?
take your time. your aim isn't to make her come as fast as possible, it's to make sure she enjoys every moment. slow down, revel in the process of finding out what she likes.
tell her how beautiful she is, how tempting her cunt looks, how intoxicating it smells, how sweet she tastes. she might be feeling vulnerable, especially if she's inexperienced too - it's your job to make her feel safe and adored.
enjoy the journey - i know you just want to feel your tongue on her clit NOW, but exploring her thighs, working your way slowly to her folds, trailing all the way up her cunt, drinking her juices, letting her feel your breath before she feels your touch...it'll be worth it. for both of you.
learn to read her body with all of your senses. she might be vocal but she might prefer to bite her lip or enjoy being gagged. you don't need to hear her words to know what to do. you'll feel her muscles twitch and relax - learn what it means when she lifts her hips, squirms or sinks into you. she might taste and smell differently when she is close to coming for you. pay close attention to her clit - if you're lucky and you've done a particularly good job, you might see it twitch as she recovers from the perfect orgasm. enjoy it.
you can be vocal though. moan into her. use every sensation you can. light flicks to determined, long, slow licks. blow gently on her wetness. how does she react to your lip piercing? your teeth?
build and add to the experience until she's completely overwhelmed. play with her nipples. run your nails over her skin. lift her legs and spank her.
chances are, she'll get to the point where she really needs you to fuck her. slip your tongue all the way down and inside her. if you can't breathe, you're doing it right. that means you probably won't be able to keep it up for hours, so save this move for when she's right on the edge and you're ready to let her tip over.
if you're especially lucky and she's a squirter, you will get absolutely soaked. enjoy it. show her you're enjoying it. moan into her cunt; she'll come even harder.
if she needs to be fucked harder, slip your fingers inside her cunt and curl them up towards your tongue as it circles her clit. all of her most sensitive nerves will be between your tongue and your fingers. you'll be able to feel every tiny twitch inside her; it's the most beautiful place in the world to be.
when she can truly take no more, stay close to her as you drift away from her cunt. kiss your way up her tummy and her chest, let her taste herself on your lips as you hold her and let her ride out the aftershocks. trail your fingertips over her back. whisper in her ear. tell her everything you loved about eating her out.
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"There are lots of people here." Your 'partner' warned you, before you shrugged it off by resting your hands on her stomach. "Y/n...." "Just relax." With that, you moved your left hand under her jeans as you start rubbing her clit slowly. You match your pace on her stomach with your right hands, letting her enjoy your touch. "You're cold." Jihyo told you as she starts vibing to the dance.
This was soon replaced with intense contact as she starts grinding on your cock, while you upped you pace on her, matching the beat of the music. After a few more seconds, you felt that enough was enough, before plunging two fingers into her pussy. "Mmmhhhhh!!!" Jihyo threw her head back onto your shoulders, enjoying your cold fingers in her pussy. You took this time to finger her, enjoying her slickness and juices leaking out onto your fingers and her pants. At the same time, you also used your right hand to grab her tits, fondling with them through her top, squeezing them occasionally.
Soon after, you slowed down your pace, making her whine. "Argh please, faster please, I'm close." Jihyo begged. You teased her by stopping your thrusts, before she relented and sighed, seemingly lifting herself off your fingers. However, you suddenly curled your fingers deep inside her, making her cum suddenly. "FUCK!" Jihyo sighs as she squirts hard onto your fingers. Her orgasm is intensified by your hands rubbing her tits and your thumb rubbing her clit. After a few more squirts, you felt her lose balance, successfully maintaining her to stand up before you curl your fingers deep inside her even more, triggering a second, but weaker orgasm.
"S-Slow down, slow down!" Jihyo orders after she came down from her orgasm. "Take me somewhere now, PLEASE. I need you inside me."
You grab her hands before guiding her to your office at the top floor of the club. "Close the door." You walked over to sit on your chair. When you sat down, you were greeted by this sight, kneeling in front of you.
"Let me, daddy." Jihyo then undoes your trousers, lowering them and your boxers, exposing your hard cock, slapping onto her face. She chuckles before she puts it in her mouth, immediately hollowing her mouth before she starts sucking your cock. She immediately set a fast pace, bobbing her head fast, while also cupping your balls occasionally. To make sure you didn't stay idle, you reached onto your drawer, exposing various different forms of vibrators, all of which she has used throughout your sexual adventures with her.
You grabbed a bullet vibrator, before turning it on, setting it to the highest pace. Jihyo momentarily stopped sucking you off, giving you a 'don't you dare' look, before she continues. As she starts enjoying herself with your cock in her mouth, you interrupt her by putting the vibrator on her tits, earning a moan from her. This helped her suck you off faster.
What came as a surprise however, was when she stopped sucking you. She immediately got up and onto you, before she plunges three fingers inside her pussy. She also grabbed the vibrator and put it on her clit. You watched in amazement as you grabbed your cock, stroking it to match her pace, watching as she came undone, squirting for the second time in 20 minutes as she squirts HARD onto your cock. The sudden squirt onto your cock, followed by her loud moans and expressive facial gestures, invited your orgasm as you also came, spurting your load all over her pants, with some even reaching her pussy and bellybutton. You continued stroking your cock as you came, matching hers as the two of you took a few spurts before you came together at the same time, letting each of your spurts meet each other.
"F-Fuck, that feels good." Jihyo moans, exhaling heavily as she finishes her orgasm. "I know, but that's not enough." You said as you wrapped her legs around your hips, lifting her up and carrying her to the sofa. You gently put her down and got on her, removing her pants before you align yourself with her pussy. To your surprise, it was her legs wrapping around your thighs that pulled your cock into her, pushing your cock inside her pussy. With that, you didn't waste much time before you start thrusting in and out of her, slowly but deep and hard. You started off by putting your hands at each side of her head, while hers rest on your torso, caressing them as your thrusts got harder.
After she got used to your size, you didn't hesitate to change into a faster thrust, letting it be more shallow but still fast enough, allowing her to feel the full extent of your hardness. Her sudden actions to wrap her hands around your neck and pulling you into a kiss brought you a notch of romance, as this is the first time the two of you have kissed each other (at least willingly). This in turn, moved your hands onto her tits, grasping and caressing them gently, matching your thrusts.
As you continue, you start to feel the shift in her pussy, getting warmer, and wetter, as well as becoming tighter. Her moans also show signs, making her out of breath even faster now, while also lifting herself up, allowing your thrusts to meet, letting you get deeper inside her.
This moment peaked when you brushed her g-spot, thrusting repeatedly a few times into it, before hitting it one last time as she scratched your back before screaming, while her juices squirted out all over your cock and even past your cock, bringing in her third orgasm of the night. You continued your thrusts into her as her body starts shaking, before it suddenly shake very aggressively, bringing in another wave of orgasm as she squirts again all over your cock and body.
"Get up." You pulled out and told Jihyo, who is now out of breathe, and still shaking. Seeing her giving no response, you grab her and get her up, pulling her all the way onto your desk, before bending her over.
You grabbed her hips before spanking her ass. "Ah fuck, that feels good." You reached for her pussy, before noticing her juices leaking again. "Fuck, again?" "Just, be careful." You know to not pay attention to her words as you slide yourself easily into her. You rest yourself deep inside her, before thrusting fast and shallow into her. Your thrusts, which was done by letting a quarter of your cock out of her pussy, carved her insides, resulting in an incredibly loud moan produced by her.
You know better than to not do things to her as you pushed her body onto the desk, holding her body against the desk as you fuck her even faster, trying to chase your own orgasm. Your conquest however, also benefits her as her pussy starts pulsing again. The sudden warmth and tightness, as well as how much you've fucked her, brought in your orgasm as you bust your load, spurting load after load after load into her womb. It took her two spurts before she came to her orgasm again, squirting her load all over your cock. After you finished cumming, you thrust into her again a few times, pushing your load deep into her, before pulling out of her.
Guess who's here after a long vacation(not really), I was procrastinating on writing this one. But finally am done. I don't even know how this one is...so yeah.
You broke up, but I didn't.
Bada CEO x employee reader. (Also girlfriends)
Smut. G!p.
Bada walks into your office, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She leans against it, arms crossed over her chest, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she sees you sitting at your desk. "Well, well, well... look who's avoiding their 'ex-girlfriend' today."
You rolled your eyes at her.
Though she calls you 'ex' as you wanted it, since it was a 'breakup', which she didn't really feel since she's always flirting with you, or at least trying to, since you didn't flirt back. For her it was her girlfriend being mad at her after a fight.
It was all because she forgot your birthday and was out for a business meeting in London precisely on that day, and was out of reach, and you yelled and cried over the call and broke up with her. But you can't help but see her face every day since she's the CEO and you're an employee working there.
Bada pushes off from the door and saunters over to your desk, her heels clicking against the floor. She reaches out and gently grabs your chair, spinning you around to face her. "Come on, don't give me that attitude."
She tilts her head, studying your face with those piercing eyes of hers. Her thumb gently brushes against your cheek as she speaks softly. "We used to be so good together... I don't understand why you had to go and break up with me over something so stupid."
"You're a jerk," you said as you couldn't find an insult.
Bada's smirk falters for a moment at your harsh words, but then it returns full force as she leans in closer, her face inches from yours. "Ouch, that hurts coming from you. Especially since I remember exactly how those lips used to kiss instead of throwing harsh words around, I could always use mine to shut you up~"
Your cheeks flush as you try to act nonchalant.
She notices your flustered expression and smiles mischievously, leaning in even closer. "Miss me yet?" Her voice drops lower, more intimate. "Remember how good we were together? How you used to moan my name at night?" Her head tilts slightly, eyes locked with yours.
You bend and escape from the chair she pinned you to. "Shut up," you say, flustered.
She lets out a full-blown laugh at your flustered state, following you around her desk. "Someone's extra sensitive today..." Her heels click behind you as she pursues. "You know what? You're only proving my point more - acting like someone who misses their girlfriend very much."
You stand leaning forward, holding yourself with your palms on the table, as you couldn't stop yourself from being flustered.
Seeing you like this, so vulnerable, pushes her limits. She steps closer, her body pressing against yours from behind as she wraps her arms around your waist. "I could bend you over this table right now... make you forget all about our stupid fight..." Her breath ghosts over your ear.
You look up behind you as you were breathing heavily, "I hate you.."
Her smirk widens. She knows you're not actually mad, just extremely flustered. Her eyes drop to watch your chest rise and fall quickly. She teasingly whispers, "Do you hate me so much that you don't want my touch? That you don't get wet hearing my dirty talk anymore?"
You blush furiously, "Shut up, jerk"
She chuckles softly, her body pressing even closer against yours. "Such harsh words from someone who's clearly turned on." She shifts slightly, letting her hips press against yours briefly before pulling back just enough to keep teasing. "Remember when I used to make you wet with just my words?"
You whimper as you unconsciously move back to try and let your ass meet her groin in search of friction.
She notices your subtle movement and smirks, pressing forward again so you can feel her through her pants. "You're basically begging me to fuck you against this table right now..." Her lips trace along your neck, feeling your pulse racing. "You miss my cock, don't you?"
"Bada...stop...ngh...I hate you..." you say weakly.
She lets out a soft laugh, knowing full well that your protests are growing weaker by the second. "You hate me so much that your body is pushing back against mine?" She grinds against you slightly, feeling your reaction through your clothes. "Your words say one thing, but your body says another."
She bites your earlobe gently, her hands slowly sliding up your sides. "I bet if I slide my hand into your panties right now, I'd find you soaking wet." Her voice is low and seductive, designed to make your knees weak.
You whimper as your eyes were glossy now, grinding your ass back against her front as you look at her, desperation in your eyes.
She smirks, her eyes darkening with desire. "I knew we'd end up like this." She presses harder against you, letting you feel the length of her cock against your ass.
You try to hold yourself steady against the table.
Without warning, she reaches around and hooks her fingers into your skirt, pulling them down. She can feel your wetness through the thin fabric of your panties. She pushes your panties to the side, rubbing it to feel the wetness "Fuck, I've missed this pussy."
"Tell me to stop." Her voice becomes more commanding, one hand pulling her zipper down to free her cock while the other teasingly traces circles near your entrance. "If you really hate me like you say you do..." Her fingers press lightly against your clit, making you gasp. "Then tell me to fuck off."
You whimper "bada..."
Her name on your lips is all the encouragement she needs. She hooks her arm under your thigh, pulling your leg up higher as she positions herself between your legs. With one swift thrust, she pushes her cock inside you, filling you completely. "That's right, take it." She starts moving.
You gasp as your mouth falls open.
She fucks you hard and fast, just like you used to love. She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "You're still so fucking tight. I bet no one's touched this pussy since we broke up, have they?" She bites your earlobe.
You whimper.
She reaches up and grabs your throat, squeezing lightly as she continues to pound into you. Her other hand moves to your clit, circling it roughly. "Answer me. Has anyone else been inside this perfect little cunt?" Her movements become more rough, driven by jealousy and possessiveness.
You shake your head as you cry in pleasure.
A feral growl escapes her throat at your response. She pushes you to lay flat on your stomach on the table. She starts fucking you even harder, the table creaking beneath you. "Good girl. This pussy is still mine."
"You remember how deep I can go?" She angles her hips just right, making sure to hit that spot where you can't help but cry out. "Fuck, how I've missed these sounds you make." Her pace becomes rhythmic and intentional, targeting your G-spot with precise strokes.
She watches your face contort with pleasure. She smiles to herself, knowing exactly how to break you down. She pulls out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss. She slaps your ass, "look at that little hole trying to suck me back in~"
Her eyes darken at the sight. She grabs your hips roughly, positioning herself behind you. "Fuck, this view." She slaps your ass hard before grabbing a handful of your flesh and spreading you wide.
She enters your pussy, slow and deep this time. Her hands roam over your curves as she begins to move. One hand slides around your waist to find your clit again, while the other pulls your hair gently. "I've missed fucking this perfect ass and pussy."
You clench around her, gripping her tight.
"Fuck..." Her breath catches, feeling your tightness around her. She increases the pressure on your clit and picks up the pace, knowing exactly how to drive you crazy. "You gonna cum on this dick?" She leans over, teeth grazing your shoulder.
You nods as you flutter around her cock.
She smiles triumphantly, her movements becoming erratic as she chases her own release, determined to make you cum first. "That's it... Take it like a good girl... Fuck, you're gonna make me cum too..." Her hand on your clit moves faster in circles.
You turn your head to look at her "don't pull out...cum in me..."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." She bites her lip, staring into your eyes as she feels herself getting close. She leans back, pushing deep inside you and grinding against your G-spot. "Ngh...what- but-"
You grip her cock tight.
She hisses, knowing that you're trying to make her release. She hits deep inside you again and again.
"Damn it... You do that when I'm trying not to nut..." She spanks your ass softly, then groans, "You want my seed, baby?"
You whimpers and nod.
With a final, powerful thrust, she buries herself deep inside you and cums hard, filling your pussy with her warm, thick cum. She keeps moving slowly, ensuring every drop stays inside you. "Fuck... I love your pussy..." She kisses your neck softly as she comes down from her high.
You flutter around her as you get close too.
Feeling your body respond, she keeps her cock inside you. She slides her hand back to your clit, rubbing it gently but firmly. "Come on, baby. Let me feel that pussy cum all over my dick."
You cry and shudder, cumming hard on her dick, mixing your fluids together.
"Yes... fuck yes..." She continues moving slowly, drawing out your orgasm, loving how your tightening walls squeeze her sensitive cock. "Look at you fucking cumming all over this dick..." She kisses your back, worshipping your body as you shudder through your climax. "Beautiful..."
She slowly pulls out slightly, then pushes back in gently, coating her cock with your combined juices. "Goddamn... Look at this mess..." She grins wickedly and starts thrusting slowly again, mixing everything together inside you.
You look back at her, glaring but with no anger, remembering your fight because of which you 'broke up'.
She sees the unspoken question in your eyes. She captures your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all her pent-up desire and regret into it.
After the kiss, she rests her forehead against yours, her breath warm on your face. "We were stupid to fight like that... to let something so trivial come between us." Her voice is low and filled with emotion. She pulls back slightly to look into your eyes.
"You still forgot my birthday.."
She winces slightly at the reminder, her expression softening even more. "I know. baby. I fucked up. I was an idiot."
She presses her forehead back against yours, closing her eyes briefly. "I should have been there for you. I should have remembered your birthday."
She starts moving again, this time with more purpose and emotion behind each thrust. "Let me make it up to you... every day for the rest of our lives if I have to." Her hand reaches around to play with your clit while she kisses along your neck. "Please... take me back?"
"You better be ready if I get pregnant...I'm not on pills.." you say, leaning into her touch.
Her eyes widen and a shocked, delighted smile spreads across her face as she freezes, her cock buried deep inside you. "Fuck... you're serious? You're not on birth control?"
You look away, blushing, trying to stay mad as you nod.
She kisses you deeply again, her voice muffled against your lips. "I'll marry you today if that's what it takes." Her hips start moving slowly once more, filling you up completely. "I'll take care of you... of us... of our baby."
"Fuck you but I love you so much, and you better do all the chores and also hire someone else to do all my job at office for forgetting my birthday, and be my wife"
She laughs, a genuine happy laugh as she starts moving faster, her arms wrapping around you to hold you close. "Deal. I'll hire someone... and be your wife... and baby mama." She bites your neck playfully. "Just... forgive me? And take me back?"
You nod and chuckle.
"Damn, I didn't know, all it took for starting a family and getting my girlfriend pregnant was to first fight with her, I would have done this long time ago" she laughs still moving inside you.
"Shut up, as if we weren't gonna do this someday." You say.
"True. I missed your pussy so fucking much." She kisses your neck and wraps her arms around you again, holding you close as she continues to fuck you slowly. "I missed you so much..... you stupid, adorable, annoying, but my perfect girlfriend." She kisses your forehead.
As someone with algophobia and afraid of penetration or getting pregnant, I do write a lot about getting pregnant or having babies😭.
Karina stepped out of her apartment into the dimly lit hallway, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cold, tiles. She was a creature of habit, meticulous in her routines. The scent of last night's dinner lingered faintly in the corridor, hinting at the lives hidden behind the doors she passed. Her neighbor, a towering figure of a man, lived in apartment 3B. She had never seen his face clearly, just the outline of his massive form as he moved behind his half-closed door or the shadow he cast when passing by. His very presence was a constant reminder of the vastness of the world, a stark contrast to the confined space of their shared floor.
The neighbor, Mr. Y/n, was a mystery to her. His deep, rumbling voice echoed through the walls at odd hours, but he was always polite when they did cross paths, his eyes never meeting hers. His hand, the one time she had shaken it, was like a glove enveloping her own. It was a hand that could easily crush her, and she had felt the strength in his grip. His skin was dark as midnight, a stark contrast to the pale walls, and his height made the ceiling seem lower, the walls narrower.
The hallway was a silent companion to her solitude, a place where whispers of other lives melded with her own quiet existence. The light from the flickering bulb cast a warm, but eerie glow, throwing elongated shadows on the floor that danced with her steps. Karina had always felt safe in her solitude, a cocoon woven by the predictable patterns of her daily life. The office was a five-minute walk away, and she liked the anonymity it offered, the way she could blend in with the urban landscape outside her door.
But tonight, as she approached the stairs, she felt a prickle of unease. The building was unnaturally still. The usual murmur of distant TVs and muffled conversations was absent. The air felt thick, charged with an energy that made her want to hurry, to escape the oppressive quiet. She glanced at Mr. Y/n's door, a sliver of light peeking through the gap at the bottom. Her heart skipped a beat. She told herself it was just the silence playing tricks on her, that she was being silly. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. She quickened her pace, her hand hovering over the banister, ready to flee back to the safety of her apartment if needed.
The moment she passed his door, it swung open with a heavy creak. A hand, much larger than she had ever imagined, reached out and wrapped around her upper arm, pulling her into the apartment with surprising gentleness. She gasped, her eyes widening in terror as she stumbled into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. The hand belonged to Mr. Y/n. He stood before her, his face now fully visible in the soft glow of a single lamp. His eyes searched hers, a mix of curiosity and something she couldn't quite place.
The room was unlike anything she had expected. It was meticulously organized, almost obsessively clean. The walls were lined with bookshelves, their contents ranging from classic literature to tomes on physics and astronomy. In the corner, a grand piano gleamed, a stark contrast to the worn-out sofa in the center. His hand released her arm, and she stumbled backward, her eyes darting around the room, seeking an escape.
Now in front of Karina, y/n is standing.His body is very large, Karina's height only reaches his chest, his shoulders are very broad, and his palms are bigger than her body.
"What are you going to do, what do you want?"Karina dared to ask with trembling lips in fear."I won't hurt you if you don't resist," he answered Karina's question.
"What does it mean?"Karina asked again.All this time, y/n has been very attracted to Karina; she is his ideal type, with a big chest, a slim waist, and a big butt.Y/n has only been watching Karina from the shadows and he can no longer hold back his feelings."I will be honest, I like you Karina," he said, answering Karina's question again."I already have a boyfriend," Karina replied, lying.He knew that Karina was lying because he had dug up all the information about her, living alone in an apartment, working in an office near the apartment, and of course, he knew that Karina was still single."Don't lie, Karina, I know everything about you, besides, I don't accept rejection," he said to her.
He led her to the sofa, his hand still covering her mouth. She tried to struggle but his grip was firm, leaving her no room to escape. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze making her feel more exposed than she ever had before.
With surprising agility for a man of his size, Y/N bent down and, in one swift motion, tore Karina's shirt clean off her body. The fabric ripped easily, leaving her in just her lacy bra. She felt the coolness of the room on her bare skin and her heart raced.
Karina's eyes widened in shock and fear as she took in the sight of her torn shirt on the floor. The room spun around her, the books and furniture becoming a blur. She tried to push away the panic rising in her chest, telling herself to stay calm and think of a way out of this situation.
Y/N took a step back and admired his handiwork. His eyes traveled over her body, drinking in every inch of exposed flesh. The desire in his gaze made her feel like a piece of meat on display, and she shivered despite the warmth of the room. He sat down next to her, his leg brushing against hers, sending waves of terror through her body.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "I've wanted this for a long time, Karina," he whispered, his voice a mix of excitement and determination. She could feel the weight of his body beside her, the heat radiating from his skin. Her mind raced for a solution, a way to get out of this nightmare without succumbing to his twisted desires.
The sound of his voice sent chills down Karina's spine. She could feel his breath on her neck, and she knew she had to act fast. Summoning all her strength, she pushed him away with all her might. The sofa screeched against the wooden floor as she stood up, but Y/N was quicker. He grabbed her by the wrists, his grip unyielding.
"Let me go!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. But the only response she got was a low chuckle from Y/N. He pulled her closer, his face a mask of excitement.
"If you keep trying to escape, I'll make you faint," he threatened, his grip tightening around her wrists. Karina felt her pulse racing, her heart hammering in her chest. His strength was overwhelming, and she knew she was no match for him physically.
Her thoughts raced. If she could just keep him talking, maybe she could find a way out of this. "Okay," she said, her voice shaking. "I will do what you want, as long as you let me go afterward." It was a desperate bid for time, a hope that she could somehow convince him to change his mind.
He studied her for a moment, then nodded. "As you wish," he said, his voice low and gruff. He pointed to the mirror in the corner of the room, the glass reflecting the dim lamplight. "Now, take off your bra and panties and masturbate over there," he instructed, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that made her stomach turn.
Karina's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but she knew she had to play along. She took a deep breath and began to unclasp her bra, her eyes never leaving his. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare breasts to the cold air. She tried to keep her movements as slow and deliberate as possible, buying herself every second she could.
Her hands trembled as she slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She felt the floor against her bare skin and took a tentative step towards the mirror. Her eyes caught her reflection, and she saw the fear and desperation in her own eyes. She took another deep breath and closed her eyes, willing herself to focus on the task at hand.
Y/N watched her with rapt attention, his breathing heavy. "Look at me," he demanded. She opened her eyes and met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. "You have to masturbate until you orgasm, don't you dare lie," he threatened. The words sent a wave of revulsion through her, but she knew she had to play along.
Her hands began to move over her breasts, the sensation strange under his command. She had never felt so out of control, so exposed. As she touched herself, her body responded in ways she didn't expect. The fear began to mix with something else, something primal and unwelcome.
The minutes stretched into hours, or so it seemed to Karina. Her body was a vessel for his perverse pleasure, and she had become an instrument of his will. The orgasms came in waves, each more intense than the last. Her legs quivered, and she felt a sheen of sweat cover her skin. She didn't know how much more she could take, but he showed no signs of stopping.
"Faster," he growled, his voice sending tremors through her. She obeyed, her fingers moving in a blur as she watched herself in the mirror. The sight was surreal, a twisted reflection of herself that she barely recognized. Her mind was foggy with pleasure and pain, the line between the two blurring more with each passing second.
As she approached another peak, she could feel the ache in her core, a hunger that grew with each passing moment. Her own fingers weren't enough; she craved something more substantial, something that would fill her completely. Her thoughts strayed to his massive frame, the bulge in his pants that she had been trying to ignore.
Karina's cheeks flushed with shame as she found herself imagining his cock, thick and hard, taking her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she came again, the sound of her cries muffled by the hand still clamped over her mouth. When she opened them, she saw the approval in his gaze, and it only made her feel more degraded.
"You're a good girl," he praised her, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. "Now, I'm going to let go of your wrists. If you stop, I'll know. And I won't be happy."
Her hands didn't stop moving, even when he released her. The need was too great now, the craving a living thing that demanded to be satisfied. Her eyes remained locked with his in the mirror, the only connection in this twisted dance of power and submission.
The room spun around her, the books and furniture becoming a blur. The only thing in focus was his hungry stare, the way his tongue traced the outline of his teeth as he watched her. Karina's mind raced, searching for a way out, but her body was trapped in a cycle of pleasure and pain that she couldn't escape.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Y/N, give me your cock."
The words hung in the air like a confession, raw and desperate. He smirked, a victory shining in his eyes. "You have to ask for it," he said, his voice a taunt.
Karina felt the bile rise in her throat as she forced out the words. "Please, Y/N," she begged, her voice shaking. "Let me suck your cock."
The smirk on his face grew wider, and he leaned back on the sofa, his grip on her wrists loosening slightly. "Good girl," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Now, get down on your knees and show me how much you want it."
Karina felt a mix of fear and anger swirl in her stomach, but she knew that resisting would only make things worse. Slowly, she sank to her knees, the cold floor sending a jolt of reality through her body. She could see the bulge in his pants, the fabric straining against his erection. Her mouth went dry at the thought of what was to come.
"Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "Now, tell me how much you want to degrade yourself for me."
Karina's stomach churned at the command, but she knew resistance was futile. She took a deep, shaky breath and whispered, "I want to degrade myself for you, Y/N." The words felt like acid on her tongue, but she forced them out, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror.
He leaned forward, his massive frame towering over her. "I want to hear you say it," he demanded, his voice a dark caress. "Say it like you mean it."
Her voice barely above a whisper, Karina repeated, "Please, let your slut suck your dick." The words tasted bitter, but she knew they were the key to unlocking this twisted game.
Y/N's smirk grew wider, and he released her wrists completely. She felt the weight of his gaze as she reached for his pants, her trembling fingers fumbling with the zipper. She took a deep breath and pulled them down, exposing his boxers. His erection strained against the fabric, and she swallowed hard.
When she pulled them down, revealing his cock in all its glory, she gasped. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. It was massive, thick and veiny, the head a dark purple that looked almost painful. It was the stuff of her darkest fantasies, but in this moment, it was a weapon of fear.
Karina's eyes went wide with shock. This was no porn star's cock; it was a beast that could split her in two. She felt a mix of dread and arousal as she took it in her hands, feeling the warmth and weight of it. It was the ultimate symbol of his power over her, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted fascination with it.
Her hand looked so small, almost comical, wrapped around his girth.
"How long and girth?" Karina asked, her voice quivering slightly, as she stared at the massive organ before her. It was a question that had been burning in the back of her mind since she first caught sight of it, a question she didn't dare voice aloud. Y/N chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.
"12 inches long, 6 inches thick," he said with a smugness that made Karina's stomach drop. She had heard of such sizes in her wildest fantasies, but to actually see one, to feel its weight in her own hand, was almost too much to bear.
Y/N took her hand and wrapped it around his cock, showing her how to grip it properly. His skin was velvety smooth, the head swollen and shiny with pre-cum. He guided her other hand to cup his balls, showing her how to handle them gently. His breathing grew heavier as she touched him, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.
"Open your mouth," he instructed, his voice thick with desire. Karina obeyed, her heart racing. He brought the tip of his cock to her lips, the smell of him musky and overwhelming. She took a tentative lick, tasting the salty precursor to what was to come. He groaned in approval, his hand guiding her to take more of him in.
He pushed into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She knew that if she did, it would only make things worse. His hand was in her hair now, pulling gently but insistently. She focused on breathing through her nose, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper.
The sensation of his cock filling her mouth was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was all she could do to keep her teeth from scraping his shaft, to keep her gag reflex at bay. He watched her in the mirror, his expression a mix of pleasure and concentration.
"Look at me," he murmured, and she did, her eyes watering. He began to move, fucking her mouth with a slow, steady rhythm. She could feel his cock sliding over her tongue, the head of it brushing the back of her throat. She tried to relax, to take him deeper, but it was a battle she was losing.
He pulled out slightly, giving her a moment to breathe. "Good girl," he said, his voice a caress. "Now, let me show you how it's done." He leaned back, stroking himself slowly, watching her with a hungry gaze.
Karina felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She wanted to hate this, wanted to fight against the waves of pleasure that crashed through her body every time she thought of his cock inside her. But she couldn't. It was as if she had been programmed to crave this, to need it more than anything else.
He stood up, his cock swaying slightly with the movement. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice firm. She complied, her eyes never leaving his. He stepped closer, positioning himself in front of her.
"Now, watch and learn," he said, and she did. His hand moved in a blur, stroking his cock with a practiced ease that made her mouth water. His other hand reached out, caressing her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
He began to speak, his words a mix of instruction and seduction. "You need to relax your throat, let it open for me. Take it slow, don't rush." His voice was a purr, a siren's song that beckoned her closer.
Karina leaned in, her eyes glued to the sight before her. She took him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. "That's it," he murmured, his eyes half-closed with pleasure.
As he fucked her mouth, she felt something shift within her. The fear and anger began to melt away, replaced by a burning need to please him. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, as if this was what she had been born to do.
Her mind was a haze of pleasure and pain as she took him deeper and deeper. The only thing that mattered was his cock, the feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue. She was his, completely and utterly, and she didn't want it to end.
The tension in his body grew, his movements becoming more erratic. She could feel his orgasm building, the muscles in his thighs tensing. He pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva.
"Look at me," he demanded, his voice thick with need. She did, her eyes wide with anticipation. He stroked himself, his hand moving faster and faster.
"Gluk gluk gluk," was the only sound Karina's mouth could produce as she stared, mesmerized by the sight of his cock. It was a wet, sloppy sound, a testament to the saliva that coated his shaft. Her own need grew, a desperate ache that made her want to beg for more.
Y/N's hand moved with purpose, the sound of his fist sliding along his cock a symphony of desire. Karina's eyes were glued to the sight, her own breathing matching his rhythm. The veins in his cock stood out, pulsing with each stroke.
"I'm going to come," he warned her, his voice strained. Karina nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She was his, and she would take it all.
With a roar, he exploded, his cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes watering from the sheer volume of it. It was like nothing she had ever tasted before, a mix of salt and musk that filled her mouth and coated her throat.
He came for what felt like an eternity, his cock pulsing with every spurt. She took it all, her cheeks bulging with his seed. When he was finished, she licked her lips, savoring the taste of him.
Karina felt a strange mix of satisfaction and humiliation, a heady cocktail that went straight to her head. She had never been used like this before, and she had never wanted it more.
Y/N's grip on her hair loosened, and she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust. He reached down and wiped the remaining cum from her face, his thumb sliding over her bottom lip. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a gentle praise that made her heart flutter.
The room was silent except for their ragged breaths. Karina felt a strange sense of peace wash over her, as if she had just passed some sort of twisted test.
"Now," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It's time for the real fun to begin." He picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her heart raced as he carried her to the bedroom, the anticipation of what was to come making her wet with need.
He laid her down on the bed, his massive body looming over her. The mattress sank under their combined weight, the springs groaning in protest. His eyes never left hers as he spread her legs wide, the light from the lamp casting shadows over her exposed flesh.
With a predatory grace, he descended upon her, his tongue parting her folds. Karina gasped as he began to lick her, his tongue swirling and darting in a way that made her hips buck off the bed. She had never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming. It was as if every nerve in her body was focused solely on the sensation of his mouth on her most sensitive spot.
His tongue felt like fire against her clit, the pressure building with each pass. She moaned, her hands clutching the bed sheets in a desperate attempt to anchor herself to reality. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he devoured her.
The room was filled with the sounds of his wet, hungry mouth and her own desperate cries. The scent of their mingling arousal was thick in the air, a heady aroma that only served to drive her higher. She could feel her orgasm building, a wave that threatened to crash over her and sweep her away.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her voice hoarse from the effort of speaking. "Y/N, I'm going to come."
He didn't stop, didn't even look up from between her legs. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, pressing harder. She could feel the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter, a spring wound to its breaking point.
And then, with a scream that seemed to rip from her very soul, she came. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching around his tongue. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.
Y/N pulled away, his face glistening with her juices. He gave her a smug look, his eyes dark with lust. "Good," he said. "Very good."
Karina lay there, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her climax. She had never felt so utterly dominated, so completely owned. And yet, she wanted more.
"Have you ever squirted?" Y/N asked, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. Karina shook her head, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent a thrill through her.
"Let's change that," he murmured, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. He was relentless, his movements precise and calculated. Karina could feel the tension building again, her body responding to his touch with an eagerness that shocked and excited her.
His fingers found her g-spot, pressing and curling in a way that made her eyes roll back. She was so close, so close to something she had only read about, something she had never dared hope to experience. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she could feel her body tightening around him.
"Come for me," he said, his voice a command that she couldn't ignore. And with a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, she did. Her body spasmed, her muscles clenching and releasing in waves of pure pleasure. She could feel the warmth of her release flooding out, soaking the bed beneath her.
Y/N's eyes never left hers as she squirted, the expression on his face a mix of awe and hunger. He watched her with the intensity of a predator, his tongue still working her clit with a skill that was almost unbelievable. The sensation was too much, and she felt herself being pushed to the brink of consciousness.
"Ahhhh... It is so good, fuck," Karina moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. The feeling of release was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a powerful, all-consuming orgasm that seemed to shake the very core of her being. She bucked her hips upward, her body begging for more of his touch.
Y/N's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he watched her climax, his own desire clear in the bulge of his pants. Without missing a beat, he slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, his movements deliberate and slow. She gasped, the sudden intrusion making her body tense again.
He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing her clit in slow circles. The sensation was overwhelming, the aftershocks of her orgasm mixing with the building tension of a new one. "Do you want more, Karina?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper that seemed to echo in the room.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could only nod in response, the words lost in the haze of pleasure. He took it as an affirmation and began to pick up the pace, his fingers moving faster and deeper. She could feel her walls clenching around him, her body greedily taking all that he had to give.
Karina's moans grew louder, her breath coming in pants as she approached the peak once more. Her eyes remained locked with his in the mirror, the sight of his powerful body above her, his fingers working their magic, only serving to fuel her desire. She had never felt so alive, so in the moment.
Her hips began to move with his rhythm, her body instinctively seeking out the sensation that she knew would push her over the edge. His thumb pressed harder against her clit, and she could feel her orgasm building, a storm gathering on the horizon.
"Yes, yes, I want more," she finally managed to gasp out, her voice a desperate plea. He smirked, a knowing look in his eye that said he had her exactly where he wanted her. He added a third finger, stretching her even further. The sensation was almost too much to handle, but she craved it.
Her muscles tightened around his fingers, her pussy squeezing and releasing in a frantic dance. His movements grew more urgent, his own breathing ragged with the effort of holding back. The bedrock of tension within her shuddered, and she knew she was on the brink of something incredible.
With a final, powerful thrust, he hit her g-spot, and she screamed as the orgasm crashed over her. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. It was as if she was being torn apart from the inside out, reborn in a sea of ecstasy.
Y/N watched her with a satisfied expression, his own need palpable in the air. He slowly removed his fingers, his gaze never leaving hers. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
The room spun around her, the only anchor the sound of his voice. She was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. And yet, she could feel the hunger building again, a need that was insatiable.
Y/N's voice grew more urgent. "Now get all on four," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. Karina's legs felt like jelly, but she managed to push herself up onto her knees. Her breasts bounced with the movement, her nipples hard and sensitive. The fabric of the bed was rough against her skin, the friction adding to the delicious ache between her legs.
He positioned himself behind her, his breath hot against the back of her neck. "Spread your legs," he said, his voice a low growl. She felt his cock brush against her inner thigh, and she couldn't help but whimper. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
Without warning, she felt his tongue slide along her slit, the sensation so intense that it made her jolt. He chuckled, his breath warm and damp against her skin. "Relax," he murmured, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the feeling of him tasting her, licking her, consuming her.
He teased her mercilessly, his tongue flicking and swirling around her clit. She could feel her body tightening again, the pressure building. It was as if he had unlocked a secret part of her that she had never known existed. She was his plaything, and she loved every second of it.
He took his time, savoring her taste, driving her to the brink of insanity. Every time she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he would ease back, only to plunge in again with renewed vigor. Her hips rocked back against his face, her body begging for more.
"Oh God," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to come again."
He didn't answer, just kept licking, his tongue now moving in slow, deliberate strokes that made her pussy clench around his fingers. He added a fourth digit, and she cried out, the sensation of being so filled, so stretched, making her feel like she was going to break apart.
But she didn't break. Instead, she shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm so intense that she saw stars. Her pussy spasmed around his hand, her juices flooding out of her.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, she felt his cock pressing against her opening. He was so thick, so hard, that she could feel herself stretching around him, her muscles protesting.
He didn't give her time to adjust, just pushed inside with one swift movement that made her scream. The pain was immediate, but it quickly gave way to a deep, intense pleasure that stole her breath away.
"Fuck, so big," Karina moaned, her voice high-pitched and desperate. "I'm going to cum."
Y/N's laugh was dark and triumphant. "You're such a slut, Karina," he said, his voice a sneer. "Already cumming from initial penetration. You're just like all the others."
The pain was intense, a burning sensation that made her want to pull away, but she knew better. She pushed back into him, taking him deeper, the heat of his body against hers making her skin tingle. "It's because your cock is so fucking big," she managed to say through gritted teeth, her voice thick with lust.
He began to move, his hips pumping into her with a slow, steady rhythm that made her moan. The pain morphed into something else, something dark and delicious that had her panting for more. Her nails dug into the bed, her body moving in time with his, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
"Fuck, yes," she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "I can feel it in my stomach!" The intensity was almost too much to handle, but she reveled in it, her body stretching to accommodate his massive size. His hands were on her hips, guiding her, holding her in place as he claimed her.
Y/N's grip tightened, and with a smack, he slapped her ass. The sound was sharp, punctuating the rhythm of their fucking. Karina's eyes widened in surprise, but the pain was quickly followed by a burst of pleasure that had her pussy clenching around him even harder.
"Do you like it when my big cock destroys your pussy, slut?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. She could feel his hand tense before the next smack, the anticipation sending a shiver down her spine.
"Ahh, yes, Y/N," Karina gasped as the pain flared up again, her ass stinging from the impact. But it was a sweet, delicious pain, one that only added to the intense pleasure building within her. She pushed back against him, her body begging for more, the bulge of his cock pressing into her abdomen with each powerful thrust.
He didn't hold back, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the bed creak in protest. Her breasts bounced with each impact, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her cervix, a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"Ahh, your cock is bulging under my stomach," Karina managed to gasp out, her voice strained with the effort of speaking. She could feel his length stretching her to the limits, filling her completely. The pain in her ass was a constant throb, a reminder of the power he held over her.
Y/N chuckled, his voice dark and filled with satisfaction. "Squirt for my cock, Karina," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. She didn't know how she could possibly come again, but the command in his voice made her body respond, her pussy clenching around him.
He began to fuck her harder, his cock pistoning in and out of her with a force that left her gasping. She could feel herself building again, the pressure in her belly growing until it was almost unbearable. And then, with a scream that echoed through the apartment, she did it.
Her pussy spasmed, and she squirted all over his cock, the force of it pushing him out of her. It was like a geyser, a torrent of fluid that soaked the bed beneath them. Y/N's eyes widened, and he stared at her, his own arousal clear on his face. "Again," he demanded, and she nodded, her body already responding to his command.
He slammed back into her, his cock slipping into her easily despite her tightness. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her g-spot, the sensation sending her over the edge once more. She squirted again, the force of it pushing him almost out of her.
This time, he was ready. He held her hips down, his grip bruising, as he kept pumping into her. Her pussy convulsed around him, the feeling of her release gripping him in a vice-like hold. He groaned, his own orgasm building within him.
"Fuck, you're so good," he grunted, his hips moving faster and faster. "So fucking good." His hand reached around, his thumb pressing hard against her clit as he drove into her. She could feel her body responding, the walls of her pussy clamping down on him, her juices flowing like a river.
With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. She felt his cock pulse, his warm cum filling her up. The sensation of being so full, of being claimed so completely, sent her over the edge again. Her body tensed, her pussy spasming around him as she came, the force of her orgasm pushing his cum out of her, mixing with her squirt.
The room was a symphony of their moans and the slap of skin against skin. Karina's vision swam, her body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. Y/N pulled out of her, his cock still twitching with the last vestiges of his climax. He stared down at her, his chest heaving.
"You're mine," he said, his voice a possessive growl. "You will always come for me, no matter how much you resist."
Karina collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and spent. She knew he was right. Some twisted part of her craved this, the feeling of being used and dominated by him. She was his, and she never wanted to leave this bed, this apartment, his control.
Y/N leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, the flavor of her own arousal mixing with the salt of his sweat. His tongue danced with hers, claiming her mouth just as thoroughly as he had claimed her body.
When he pulled away, she was left gasping for air, her eyes glazed with lust. "What's next?" she whispered, her voice a needy plea.
He smiled, a cold, cruel smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "Now," he said, "we're going to see just how much you can take."
He reached into the nightstand, pulling out a set of handcuffs. The metal was cold against her wrists as he secured them to the bed frame, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.
"You're going to scream for me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "And I'm going to enjoy every single second of it."
The room grew colder, the only warmth the fire that raged in her belly. She was his toy, his to do with as he pleased, and she wouldn't have it any other way. As the cuffs clicked into place, she knew that she was in for a night she would never forget.
He stood over her, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined fluids. "Ready?" he asked, a glint in his eye.
Karina took a deep breath, nodded, and whispered, "Yes, Y/N. I'm ready." Her heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation of what was to come making her body tremble. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But she also felt alive, more alive than she had in a long time.
Y/N picked up a flogger from the bedside table, the leather strands shimmering in the soft light. He trailed it gently across her skin, and she flinched at the touch. "This will hurt," he warned her, his voice a dark promise. "But you will take it. You will take it for me."
Her breath hitched as he brought the flogger down across her back, the leather biting into her flesh. It stung, the pain sharp and intense. But she didn't scream. Instead, she moaned, the sound of her own pleasure mixing with the pain. Each strike brought a new wave of sensation, a dance of agony and ecstasy that she couldn't get enough of.
He worked his way down, the flogger landing on her ass with a satisfying thwack. She felt the skin there warm and redden, the sting of each hit making her pussy clench with need. "Y/N," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.
He leaned down, his mouth by her ear. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "But we're just getting started." He paused, the room silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing.
And then he struck again, the leather strands wrapping around her body and biting into her skin. She cried out, her body arching with the sensation. He varied the intensity, sometimes gentle, sometimes harsh, always keeping her guessing.
The smell of leather and sex filled the air, a heady mix that only served to heighten her arousal. She could feel herself growing wetter, her pussy swollen and begging for his touch. "Please," she moaned, not sure what she was asking for.
He set the flogger aside, his hand replacing the leather. His touch was firm, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he began to spank her again. "Count," he ordered, his voice firm.
"One," she gasped, as his hand came down again. "Two," she counted, her voice growing more strained. "Three, four, five..." With each number, the pain grew more intense, but so did the pleasure. Her body was on fire, a raging inferno that threatened to consume her.
Y/N's hand moved faster, the slaps falling in a steady rhythm that had her moaning and writhing on the bed. "Ten," she choked out, the word barely audible. "Please, more."
He complied, his hand landing with a satisfying smack on her ass again and again. Her skin was on fire, the sting of each hit only adding to the burning need between her legs. "I can't," she gasped, her voice tight with pain and pleasure.
"You can," he said, his voice a low growl. "You will." He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "Because you're mine. You're going to take everything I give you and beg for more."
The words sent a shock of pleasure through her, and she nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, Y/N," she whispered. "I'm yours."
He reached between her legs, his fingers sliding through her wetness. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He slid two fingers inside her, his hand moving in time with the spanks.
Karina felt herself spiraling out of control, the pain and pleasure merging into a single, overwhelming sensation. Her orgasm built, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever. And when it finally crashed over her, she screamed his name, her body convulsing with the power of it.
Y/N watched her, his own desire burning even hotter at the sight of her submission. He pulled her down onto the bed, his cock still rock-hard and demanding. "Ride me," he ordered, his voice a low rumble. "Show me what a good little slut you can be."
Her legs still trembled as she positioned herself above his cock, straddling his hips. She felt the head of his dick nudging at her entrance, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She was so sensitive from the previous orgasms that even the slightest touch made her shiver.
Without warning, Y/N grabbed her hips and pulled her down, impaling herself on his cock with a sharp cry. "Ahh, Y/N," she gasped as he filled her up completely. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her out and filling her up with a delicious pressure that made her eyes water.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "You're so tight."
Karina bit her lip, her voice trembling as she leaned back, pointing her stomach. "Your cock is reaching here," she whispered, the words filled with a mix of awe and fear. He chuckled, the sound deep and sinister, as he began to thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers in a punishing rhythm.
Her body was a wreck, muscles sore from the abuse of the previous climaxes, but she didn't dare protest. She knew that she had signed up for this when she stepped into his apartment, and she was going to see it through. Her eyes watered as she bounced up and down on his cock, trying to find a rhythm that didn't make the pain unbearable.
"AHHH," she gasped as she took him in deeper, his shaft hitting her g-spot with every bounce. She could feel his cock throb with every thrust, the veins pulsing beneath the velvety skin. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze making her pussy clench around him.
"Yes, my slut," Y/N grunted, his hips moving faster and more forcefully beneath her. "Cum for my cock." His words were a command, a demand that her body responded to instinctively. She felt the pressure building, the heat in her belly spreading out like wildfire.
With a scream that seemed to tear from her very soul, Karina's pussy clenched around his shaft, her muscles contracting in a powerful orgasm. Her juices gushed out of her, soaking him, the bed, everything. The force of it was so intense that she felt his cock slip from her grasp, the sudden emptiness making her gasp.
Y/N chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back down onto him. She could feel his cock throb with renewed vigor as he began to fuck her harder, his hips bucking up to meet her every move. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the tips brushing against his chest hair, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
Her pussy was so sensitive, so swollen, that every stroke was like a brand-new orgasm. She could feel herself slipping, her body losing the battle against the relentless tide of pleasure that he was drowning her in. His cock was like a beacon, guiding her through the storm.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt herself falling into him, her body weightless against his powerful frame. His chest was a pillow of warm, solid muscle, his heart thundering against her cheek as he drove into her. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, keeping her in place as she rode him like a wild animal in heat.
But then, she whispered it, the words a desperate plea. "I can't ride anymore, Y/N. Forgive me." Her voice was barely audible, lost in the symphony of their mingled breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh. Y/N's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, but he didn't miss a beat, his hips continuing to piston up into her.
"Ahh, just like that," she moaned, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Just fuck my pussy, Y/N." He smirked, his grip on her hips tightening, his thrusts growing more demanding. Karina's head fell back, her hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the rhythm of his movements.
Y/N leaned back, his hands moving to her breasts. He squeezed and pinched the sensitive flesh, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her face contort with every sensation. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a dark whisper in the quiet room. "You like when I fill your tight little cunt."
Karina's pussy clenched around him, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building. She nodded, her voice lost in a moan. "Yes, Y/N," she managed to murmur. "I love it."
The words seemed to spur him on, his strokes growing faster and more erratic. "You're so tight," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's like you were made for my cock."
Karina's body was a whirlwind of sensation, a maelstrom of pleasure and pain. Each thrust seemed to hit her g-spot with surgical precision, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her. "It's just ur dick is so big, Y/N," she gasped, her voice strained. "So...so thick."
Y/N smirked, his eyes gleaming with arrogance. "I told you," he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "You're mine now." He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her, the force making her eyes roll back in her head.
Karina could feel his cock touching places inside her that she didn't know existed, reaching depths that she had never felt before. It was as if her body had been made for him, molded by his desire to fit him perfectly. "Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her nails digging into his chest. "It's so deep."
Y/N's eyes darkened, his teeth gritted with the effort to hold back his own climax. He knew she was close, could feel the tightness of her pussy around him, the way her muscles tensed with every thrust. "You're going to come for me," he said, his voice a demand. "Now."
With that, he reached between her legs, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit. Karina's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilating with the sudden, intense sensation. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm took her. Her body bucked and convulsed, her pussy spasming around his cock.
"Fuck, Y/N, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on him, the walls pulsing with each wave of her orgasm. He groaned, feeling her juices coating him, her warmth gripping him like a vice.
Y/N's own release was building, his balls tightening with the promise of a powerful climax. He could see the desperation in Karina's eyes, the need for him to fill her completely, to mark her as his. "Take it," he grunted, his hips slamming into hers. "Take all of me."
Her pussy was contracting around him, the muscles pulsing with every thrust. He could feel her getting closer, her breath hitching with every stroke. "Please, Y/N," she begged, her voice a whimper. "Please, let me cum again."
He didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned up, his thumb finding her clit once more. He rubbed it in circles, increasing the pressure with every pass. Her hips began to move in sync with his hand, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
"Please," she begged, her voice strained. "Please, let me cum again." Her pussy was so tight around his cock, her juices making it slick and hot. He could feel the beginnings of his own climax, the tension in his balls growing with every stroke.
Y/N leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck as his thumb continued to work her clit. "Beg for it," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me you need it."
"I do," Karina sobbed, her voice a desperate plea. "I need to cum, please, Y/N. I can't take it anymore." Her pussy was clenching around him, desperate for release. The pain was a constant throb, a reminder of the boundaries he had pushed and the price of her submission.
With a snarl, Y/N drove into her one last time, his cock swelling within her tight channel. "Now," he grunted, his thumb pressing down on her clit with all the strength he had left. Karina's body responded immediately, her orgasm slamming into her with the force of a freight train.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed, her nails digging into his skin as her pussy spasmed around him. He could feel the warm rush of her release, her walls contracting in a vice-like grip that threatened to pull the very essence of him out. He couldn't hold back any longer, his own orgasm barreling through him like a storm.
With a roar, he filled her completely, his cum jetting into her in thick, hot spurts. The sensation of her tight pussy milking him was almost too much, and he came harder than he ever had before. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
As the last tremors of their shared climax faded, Karina felt her consciousness slipping away. Her body was a limp mess of pleasure-soaked limbs, her mind a haze of lust and submission. She didn't know how long she had been with Y/N, but she knew she didn't want it to end.
Y/N watched her with a mix of satisfaction and concern, his breathing finally evening out. He reached out, his hand gentle as he cupped her cheek. "Look at me, Karina," he said, his voice a command even as his eyes searched hers.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, her pupils blown with desire. "Y/N," she whispered, her voice a breathy gasp.
"You did well," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "So, so well." His praise sent a shiver of pleasure through her, her pussy clenching around his still-hard cock.
He leaned down, claiming her mouth in a kiss that was as much possession as it was affection. Karina melted into him, her body responding to his touch despite her exhaustion. She knew that she had found something in him that she had been craving, something dark and primal that she had never experienced before.
As the kiss ended, Y/N pulled out of her, the absence of his cock leaving her feeling empty and used. But it was a good empty, a good used, one that she knew she would crave again and again.
"Now sleep, Karina," he said, his voice a gentle command. "Tomorrow is a different day for you." He climbed off the bed, leaving her to lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms.
Her eyes followed him as he moved around the room, his naked body a vision of power and masculinity. He was a force of nature, unstoppable and all-consuming. And she was his, completely and utterly.
He returned with a warm, wet cloth, gently cleaning her up. The coolness of the fabric against her overheated skin was a relief, and she sighed as he took care of her. He was so tender, so gentle in his dominance. It was a stark contrast to the aggression he had shown earlier, and she found it incredibly arousing.
Y/N tucked her into bed, his eyes lingering on her bruised and swollen flesh. She felt a twinge of pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the warmth of his gaze. "You did well tonight," he murmured, his voice a soft caress.
"Thank you, Y/N," she whispered, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. She didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but she knew she was in for more of the same. And she couldn't wait.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a soft kiss. "Rest now," he said. "You're going to need your strength." With that, he flicked off the light, leaving her in the darkness.
Karina closed her eyes, the events of the evening replaying in her mind. The fear, the pain, the pleasure. It was all so intense, so overwhelming. But as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that she had found something she never knew she was looking for. A man who could give her everything she never knew she needed.
The mattress dipped as Y/N climbed into bed beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist. She snuggled into his embrace, feeling safe and protected in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. His hand trailed down her body, coming to rest on her hip, his fingers flexing gently.
"Tomorrow," he whispered into the darkness. "Tomorrow, we'll see just how much more you can take." The words sent a thrill through her, a promise of more pleasure and pain, more submission and control.
As she drifted off to sleep, her body still pulsing with the echoes of her orgasms, Karina knew that she was in for the most intense experience of her life. And she was ready to embrace it, ready to become whatever he needed her to be.
☆▪︎daily shenanigans with your husband, Toji Fushiguro▪︎☆
filipino au, reader x toji 🔞
an: i haven't seen any filipino smuts here in tumblr and twt so i am so glad to post one 🥺
You were laying down on your shared bed with your one and only, Toji Fushiguro. Nags-scroll ka lang sa facebook waiting for your husband to finish showering.
“Sarap mo talaga” he said trying to catch your attention which he succeeded in doing because you turned your head towards his direction.
As he finished using the bathroom, lumabas siya para kumuha ng damit at magpalit and as he did so. he noticed you laying down on the bed with your right leg flexing to the left exposing your thighs and ass.
“Ulol mo, gusto mo lang makaiscore eh” sabi mo habang tumatawa which provoked him to do so.
“Totoo naman eh nakikita ko yung bakat ng puke mo hanggang dito oh ang sarap kainin” he said as he was slowly approaching you.
You on the other hand was cringing at what he said then you replied “Tangina mo makakaisa ka na naman parang hindi mo ako kinantot kanina ah”. “Eh kanina pa yon tsaka dapat 24/7 kang dinidiligan” sabi niya habang tinatanggal ang kanyang tuwalya sa kanyang bewang
“Grabe oh tayong tayo na toh dahil sayo” he said while looking down at his dick and climbed the bed hovering above you.
“Pucha wala naman akong ginagawa. Ang bilis mong tayuan nakakaloka” sabi mo habang inaayos ang iyong pwesto sa ilalim niya.
“sa tuwing nakikita ko yang puke mo inisip ko lang kung gaano kasarap kantutin yan tsaka labasan sa loob mo” he said while reaching out for your pussy and tapping it which made you lightly squirm. "oh tignan mo gusto mo rin naman pala" habol niyang sabi.
You then rolled your eyes jokingly then said “sige papayag ako basta ako nasa taas”.
“sasakyan mo ako? sige ba tignan natin kung kakayanin mo” sabi niya while plopping beside you then laid down comfortably and then you removed your shorts and shirt leaving you with just your panty.
You sat on his lap then stared at his dick for a few seconds then decided to give him a hand job first.
“Fuck ang galing mo talaga humawak ng tite” he moaned at your actions. Skilled ka na sa mga ganitong bagay dahil lagi ninyo itong ginagawa.
Your right hand was gliding up and down his dick sending him shivers down his spine while your left hand was occasionally massaging your pussy.
Hindi naman ata makukumpleto ang isang handjob kung hindi chuchupain diba that’s why you quickly made your way down to suck him off.
When you were about to suck him off, Toji stopped you from doing so and carried you from your arms to sit you on top of his dick.
“Basang basa na nga puke mo hindi mo pa ipasok” he said vulgary to you while grabbing your hips then slamming your pussy down his dick. “T-tangina mo sandali lang” you moaned out as you tried to take him in fully.
“A-anlaki mo talaga…i am so fucking full” you said as you held on to his arms for dear life. As you get comfortable with his dick literally impaling you, you start to bounce slowly. You moan every time you bottom him out while he on the other hand is enjoying the view of you bouncing up and down.
"Fuck mas tinitigasan ako dahil sa boobs mo shit anlaki pa tapos tayong tayo pa utong mo” sabi niya while reaching out to your boobs for him to massage it.
Putangina ang galing niya talaga humawak ng dede kapag libog na libog, you thought to yourself pero wala ka ng magagawa ganyan talaga asawa mo eh.
As he was feeling your body, ikaw naman ay nagpapakahirap sakyan ang kanyang tite. Your clit is even hitting the base of his dick which made you squirt and let out the most pornographic moan you could ever release.
“S-shit shit shit” you cried out as juices from your dear pussy came out. He chuckled as you tried to control yourself from losing it but then you lost it when his fingers made contact with your clit.
“W-wait wag muna…’m sensitive” you said as you hold on to his wrist as you try to stop him from doing what he wants to do.
“Anong wag muna, first time mo lang toh nagawa” he said at oo totoo naman na first time mo lang magsquirt sa buong buhay mo pero he’s persistent as fuck kaya hinawakan niya parin ang puke mo to add pressure on your clit.
He followed your pussy as you started to go up and won to finish what you started.
You were a moaning mess on top of him as you bounced up and down his very big dick.
Tangina his girth is to die for talaga o baka yun ang papatay ata sayo ni hindi na nga gumagana utak mo kakasakay mo eh.
The only thing that’s going on inside your head is kung gaano siya kalaki at kung gaano ka sarap pinapatamaan ng ulo niya ang cervix mo. Malapit na kayong labasan kaya medyo bumabagal ang iyong galaw kaya’t si Toji nalang ang gagawa ng paraan para sa inyong dalawa.
“Don’t give up on me, pretty…kailangan ko ilabas tamod ko sa loob” he said as he lifted his hips up to meet your pussy.
As you both try to reach your climax, your pussy was pulsating signaling that a few more thrust and you are cumming which Toji knew and obliged. He met your thrusts halfway and held your hips to make sure the tip of his dick is really kissing your cervix
“Fuck fuck eto na lalabas na, babe” you said as you bounced up and down before cumming all over his cock and completely stopping from riding him.
“Paano naman ako kung titigil ka” he said which made you come to your senses and slowly lifted yourself up then slamming your hips down gradually increasing your speed. As you rode him for quite some time, he finally came inside you.
“Ang init ng tamod mo, babe” you said as you look at him straight on to his eyes. “Magulat ka na lang kung malamig yan” he said trying to make you laugh which he successfully did while caressing your thighs with his big hands.
You lifted yourself up, his dick sliding off you which made you feel empty for a few seconds before all of your cum seeped out from your pulsating hole. “Gago andaming tamod” he said as he reached out to your pussy then slipped his two fingers inside of you.
“Syempre hindi natin sasayangin yan kaya ibabalik natin” he said while smirking and fingering your pussy. His fingers were full of cum and pussy juices making it a lube for him at dahil don napadali ang pagfifinger niya sayo.
His fingers were so fat it could form a dick and the fact na it curls to reach your spots tangina. Lahat ng parte ng katawan niya malaki puta tama talaga na pinakasalan mo tong gagong toh.
“Shit p-pag ako nilabasan ulit” you said but he quickly replied with “edi labasan ka, mas maganda nga yon eh”.
He continued on fingering you which made you squirt and cum at the same time which he really found hot. “Tangina ang hot non gago tumayo ulit tite ko” he said looking at your pussy and slowly caressing your folds para ikalat ang tamod ninyong dalawa.
He sat up meeting your face then kissed you passionately. Oh tignan mo pati sa paghalik expert siya. Parang ganon ata talagaa kapag malibog.
His lips were attached to yours at talagang lasap na lasap niya ang iyong labi. His lips were so soft and tender kaya't natempt kang kagatin ito.
Your stared at him with you biting his lip, he said “pwede pa namang makaisa diba” then winked at you.
Mukhang hanggang madaling araw ata kayo sa kuwartong iyon.
"You're not listening to me, Karina," groaned her friend Winter, her voice cutting through the buzz of the crowded cafeteria.
Karina's eyes snapped back to Winter, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face before she plastered on a smile. "Sorry, what'd you say?"
"I said, you're not listening again," Winter repeated with a knowing look. "You've had your eyes on him all week."
"Him?" Karina played coy, but her cheeks betrayed a soft blush as they turned towards the figure Winter indicated—Y/N, the enigmatic scholar who sat at the corner of the room, nose buried in a book. His tall frame and chiseled features made him the center of attention without even trying, yet he remained oblivious to the whispers that followed him. "What about him?"
Winter rolled her eyes. "Come on, Karina. You can't ignore the fact that every guy in class wants a piece of you, but you're pining over the one who barely notices anyone exists outside of his textbooks."
The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and the start of another dreaded afternoon class. Karina's heart skipped a beat as she gathered her books, her thoughts racing. Winter's words echoed in her mind—everyone else saw her as the object of desire, but she only had eyes for the unattainable. The one who didn't seem to care about her curves or her smile. The one who was perfect for her, yet so out of reach.
As the students shuffled out, Karina took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge she was about to undertake. She had to get Y/N's attention somehow. She had to make him see her beyond her body. An idea began to form in her mind—she would ask him for help with her homework. It was a simple plan, but it was a start.
That evening, Karina found herself standing nervously outside Y/N's apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had sent him her address earlier in the day, hoping he wouldn't think it strange. The door creaked open, and there he was—his piercing gaze meeting hers, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"Hi," she managed to squeak out, her voice betraying her nerves. "I, uh, I need help with my homework."
Y/N looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a curt nod, he stepped aside to let her in. "Follow me," he said, his voice low and even.
The apartment was small but meticulously organized. Textbooks and notepads lined the shelves, and a faint scent of coffee lingered in the air—a stark contrast to the chaos that was Karina's own living space. She followed him to a clutter-free desk, her eyes scanning the room for any personal touches that might give her a glimpse into his soul. But there were none, just the cold embrace of academia.
He sat down and gestured for her to take the chair opposite. "What do you need help with?"
Karina's mind went blank. The words she had rehearsed on the way over escaped her. "Everything," she blurted out, feeling like a fool.
Y/N raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of his lips. "Everything is a broad subject. Be specific."
Her cheeks burned as she opened her book to a random page, her thoughts racing. This wasn't going how she had planned. "Just...just math," she stuttered. "I'm really bad at math."
For a brief second, she thought she saw a flicker of something warm in his gaze before it was gone, replaced by the cold detachment she had come to expect from him. "Alright," he said, pulling out a notepad and pen. "Where shall we begin?"
And so, the night of tutoring began—a dance of numbers and formulas that Karina stumbled through, eager to impress him with her ability to learn. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more she needed to do to capture his heart. Little did she know, the real lesson of the evening was just about to start.
Y/N's patience was unyielding, breaking down complex problems into bite-sized pieces that she could digest. His eyes never left her face, watching as she struggled, nodded, and finally, clicked with the material. It was as if he could see into her mind, understanding her thought process and gently guiding her to the right answers. The way he spoke—so calm, so certain—was like a balm to her frazzled nerves.
As the hours ticked by, Karina's mind began to wander. The way Y/N's fingers moved with precision across the page, the way his tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he concentrated, the way the light hit his sharp jawline—it all painted a picture of a man who was more than just intellect. He was a masterpiece of focus and discipline, and she found herself drawn to him in ways she hadn't anticipated. Her thoughts grew hazier, and the room felt hotter, her heart racing as she stole glances at his strong arms.
The math grew simpler, but the air grew thicker with tension. Each time their eyes met, there was a spark—quick and fleeting, but it was there. Karina's cheeks flushed, and she swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she wondered if he felt the same. She tried to shake off the thoughts, telling herself to focus on the task at hand, but it was no use. The more he taught her, the more she found herself adoring him—not just for his brains, but for the way he made her feel seen.
Her bladder finally decided it had had enough of the emotional rollercoaster and interrupted her thoughts. "I need to go to the bathroom," she said, a bit too loudly, her face flushing deeper.
Y/N looked up from the book, his eyes briefly meeting hers before he nodded towards a hallway. "First door on the left," he said, his voice a bit gruffer than usual.
In the bathroom, Karina took a deep breath and stared at her reflection in the mirror. The idea that had popped into her head in the cafeteria now seemed silly and desperate, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to do something drastic. With a shaky hand, she turned the faucet the wrong way, watching as the water spurted out and drenched her shirt. Her heart raced as she called out, trying to sound more panicked than she felt. "Y/N! Help, the sink's broken!"
The footsteps grew closer, and the door swung open. Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of her, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. "What happened?"
"I...I don't know," she lied, trying to look as flustered as possible. "It just sprayed everywhere." Water droplets clung to her lashes and trickled down her neck, her shirt clinging to her skin.
Without a word, he stepped in, his movements efficient as he turned off the faucet and began to mop up the mess. The tension in the room was palpable, and Karina felt her breath hitch as his arm brushed against hers. This was it—her chance to get closer, to show him she wasn't just a pretty face.
He handed her a towel, and she took it, her eyes never leaving his. The fabric of her shirt had grown translucent in the dampness, the lacy outline of her black bra visible beneath it. She knew he could see it, could see the curve of her breasts and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Summoning all her courage, Karina took a step closer, her hand shaking slightly as she reached out to him. Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was tentative at first, a soft brush of skin on skin, but as he didn't pull away, she grew bolder. She felt the towel drop from her hand as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Y/N's body stiffened for a moment, but then, to her surprise, he relaxed into the embrace. His hands found their way to her waist, holding her gently as he returned the kiss with an intensity that made her knees wobble. Karina's pulse raced as she felt his warmth envelop her, his scent overpowering the lingering smell of ink and coffee in the room. It was everything she had hoped for and more.
Breaking away, she whispered, "Just touch my breast, dear." Her voice was a breathy plea, her eyes searching his for any sign of rejection. For a moment, she thought he might push her away, that she had crossed a line she shouldn't have. But instead, his eyes searched hers, as if looking for an answer she hadn't given. Then, ever so slowly, his hand moved up, his thumb brushing the fabric of her shirt before sliding beneath to graze the sensitive skin of her collarbone.
"Ahh," Karina moaned as his hand finally reached its destination, cupping her breast gently. The feeling was exquisite, and she leaned into his touch, her breath hitching. His thumb traced lazy circles around her nipple, eliciting a whimper from her lips. The warmth of his hand seeped through her damp shirt, sending shivers down her spine.
Without breaking eye contact, Y/N reached behind her and deftly unclasped her bra. It fell away, revealing her full, round breasts to the cool air. He took a step back, his eyes drinking in the sight of her exposed flesh. The look of amazement on his face was all the validation Karina needed—she was more than just a pretty face.
"You should be proud of yourself, Y/N," she murmured, her voice filled with passion. "Everyone in this university wants my body, but they can't have it because I've fallen in love with you."
Y/N's gaze remained locked on her, his expression unreadable, but his actions spoke louder than words. His other hand found its way to her other breast, kneading it gently as he bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth. The sensation was heavenly, and Karina's back arched as a soft moan escaped her. She had dreamt of this moment, of feeling his warm breath against her skin, his lips wrapped around her sensitive flesh. His tongue danced around the peak, flicking and suckling, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Encouraged by his responsiveness, Karina grew bolder. She reached for the button of his pants, her trembling hand slipping it free and pushing the fabric down just enough to reveal his thick, hard erection. She couldn't believe what she was seeing—nine inches of pure masculine beauty, the girth of it making her mouth water. "Oh, my god," she murmured, her eyes going wide.
Y/N's eyes snapped to hers, a mix of surprise and arousal. He didn't protest as she guided him to sit on the edge of the tub, his back against the wall. "What are you doing?" he breathed, but she could see the desire in his eyes.
"I never knew you had such an...impressive size," Karina said, her voice a seductive purr. She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the heat and power of him. "It's like you're holding a piece of the universe."
Y/N's cheeks colored slightly at her words, and he couldn't help the smug smile that tugged at his lips. "I've never had anyone...measure me up quite like that," he said, his voice thick with desire.
Karina's hand looked almost comical around his length, her fingers not even coming close to touching her thumb. "Look, my hand can't even wrap around it," she said, her voice filled with awe. "You're just too big."
Y/N's smile grew wider, a hint of pride in his eyes. "I've been told I'm...gifted," he said, the word rolling off his tongue with a hint of arrogance.
Karina couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the bathroom. "Gifted is an understatement," she said, her hand still stroking him. "But I'm going to need two hands for this."
With a sly smile, she leaned in closer, her ample breasts pressing against his thighs. "Do you like it when my boobs wrap around you?" she asked, her voice playful and full of mischief.
His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. "I...uh...yes," he finally managed to say, his voice strained.
With a knowing smile, Karina leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his thighs as she began to move her body up and down in a rhythmic motion, her nipples grazing his shaft with every pass. The feeling was exquisite, and she watched with rapt attention as his expression grew more intense. Her breasts moving faster and faster around his thick cock.
"Karina," he gasped, his eyes squeezed shut as she worked him with her body. "I'm gonna cum."
"Cum on my boobs," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "I wanna feel it on me, I wanna feel you in me."
The words were barely out of her mouth when she felt him tense, his hands tightening on her shoulders as he let out a deep groan. Warm, sticky cum shot out, covering her breasts and chest in a hot, pulsing wave. She moaned in pleasure, feeling the warmth spread over her sensitive skin. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and she reveled in the power she had over him in that moment.
Panting, Y/N opened his eyes, looking down at her. His gaze was a mix of shock and lust as he took in the sight of her cum-covered breasts. "I've never..." he trailed off, unable to find the words to express his thoughts.
"It's okay," she murmured, standing up and reaching for him. "We're just getting started."
Their clothes discarded in a pile on the floor, Karina led Y/N to the bedroom, her eyes never leaving his. The air was charged with desire as they tumbled onto the bed, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and valley, worshipping her in a way she had never felt before.
He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as she straddled him, her wetness coating his stomach. His cock was still semi-hard, and she felt it nudge against her inner thigh, sending a thrill through her. She wanted more—needed more.
With a seductive smile, Karina slid off him and lay down on the bed, her legs spread wide. "Keep playing with me," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper.
Y/N's eyes darkened as he complied, his fingers moving back to her swollen clit. He teased it mercilessly, circling and flicking, watching as she writhed and moaned beneath him. Her hips rose and fell, seeking the friction she craved, and he took the opportunity to glide his fingers down her body, tracing the path of her curves before returning to her core.
Her breath hitched as he pushed a finger inside her, feeling the warm, wet embrace of her pussy. It was tight and slick, and he could feel her muscles contract around him as he began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He watched her face, memorizing every expression that played across her features—the way her eyes fluttered shut, the soft moans that escaped her lips, the way her cheeks flushed a deep pink.
He added another finger, curling them inside her as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb. Karina's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. "I'm close," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut. "So close."
"Cum for me, Karina," he urged, his voice thick with need. "Let go."
And with that, she did. Her body arched off the bed, a high-pitched scream tearing from her throat as she came, her pussy clamping down on his fingers. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before—intense and overwhelming. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was on fire, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
As her orgasm subsided, Y/N didn't give her a moment to catch her breath. He kissed his way down her body, his mouth finding her sensitive clit once more. He began to suck and lick with renewed vigor, his tongue swirling around the swollen nub in a way that made her hips buck against his face.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her eyes flying open. "Oh, oh, oh!"
Y/N felt the warmth of her climax flood over his face, a salty sweetness that only added to his own arousal. Karina's body convulsed above him, her legs trembling and her toes curling as she squirted like a fountain, her juices spraying across his cheeks and chin. It was a sight he had only ever seen in porn, but here it was, happening in real life. He lapped at her, eager to taste every drop, his cock pulsing with need.
Her body finally went lax, her breathing ragged and her skin glistening with sweat. Y/N sat back, wiping his face with the back of his hand, a look of wonder on his own. "I've never seen that before," he said, his voice filled with awe.
Karina giggled, a lightness to her tone that hadn't been there before. "I've never done that before," she admitted, a shy smile playing on her lips. "But with you, it just feels...right."
He leaned in, kissing her deeply, tasting her on his tongue. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer to him. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
The words sent a thrill through her, and she felt a newfound confidence bloom inside her. This wasn't just a physical attraction anymore—it was something deeper, something she hadn't even realized she craved. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. But all she saw was desire—pure, unbridled lust that mirrored her own.
Without another word, Karina swung her leg over him, straddling his waist. His cock stood at attention, and she took it in her hand, feeling the weight of him, the heat and power of his arousal. She positioned herself over his tip, her heart racing as she lowered herself down. The first inch was tight, a slight burn that made her gasp, but she didn't stop. She wanted all of him—needed all of him.
Y/N watched with bated breath, his eyes never leaving hers as she took him in. His hands found her hips, guiding her, urging her to take more. She felt the head of his cock push against her tight entrance, and then with a sudden, desperate need, she slammed herself down onto him. The pain was there, but it was overshadowed by the pleasure—a white-hot spark that ignited within her.
"Ahh, you're so deep," Karina screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the small room. His cock filled her completely, stretching her in a way that she had never felt before. She paused, panting, trying to adjust to the feeling of being so completely filled. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she began to rock her hips, sliding up and down his length.
Y/N's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. "You're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of not losing control. "So fucking tight."
Karina's nails dug into his chest as she took him deeper, her body moving in a rhythm that was both agonizing and exhilarating. Each time she slammed down onto his cock, she felt him hit a spot deep within her that no one else had ever reached. It was a feeling she had only dreamed of, a feeling that made her feel alive. "Ahh, so good," she moaned, her voice breathy and full of need.
Y/N watched her, his eyes dark with desire. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her muscles clenching as she grew closer to the edge. "Cum for me again, Karina," he ground out, his own release building.
Obeying his command, Karina raised her pace, her hips moving faster and faster as she chased the elusive orgasm. She could feel it building, the pressure growing until it was all she could focus on. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back.
Then it hit her—a wave of pleasure so intense that it stole her breath away. "Ahhhh," she screamed, her pussy spasming around Y/N's thick cock as she squirted against his belly. He watched in amazement as a gush of liquid spurted out, painting his stomach and chest with her essence. The sight was erotic, and he couldn't hold back anymore.
"Now it's my turn, Karina," Y/N growled, his eyes dark with need as he raised his hips to meet her thrusts. "Let's come together."
His words sent a jolt of excitement through her, and she eagerly leaned into his rhythm, her body moving in perfect sync with his. She could feel him swelling inside her, the heat of his climax building with every stroke. The room was a symphony of moans and skin slapping together, the sweet scent of sex hanging heavily in the air.
With a final, powerful thrust, Y/N buried himself to the hilt, and Karina felt his warmth flood her as he came with a roar "AHHHHHH". Her own orgasm crashed over her, a second wave of pleasure so intense it left her trembling. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, as she felt herself squirt again. It was as if her body was claiming him, marking him as hers.
Collapsing onto his chest, Karina tried to catch her breath, her heart pounding like a drum in her ears. Y/N's chest heaved beneath her, his cock still hard and pulsing inside her. She felt the sticky warmth of their combined releases, the evidence of their passion smearing between them as she moved.
They lay there for what felt like an eternity, the only sounds in the room their heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. The weight of his body was comforting, anchoring her to the world. The feel of his heart beating against her cheek was reassuring, a steady rhythm that matched her own racing heart.
Finally, Y/N pulled out with a groan, and Karina felt a sense of loss as his cock slipped from her. He rolled to the side, taking her with him, and they lay there, their limbs tangled together. She could feel his softening length against her thigh, the stickiness between her legs a constant reminder of what they had just shared.
The silence grew heavier, and Karina felt a twinge of nerves. What came next? Would this be a one-time thing, or had she finally broken through his icy exterior? She turned to look at him, his eyes closed, his face a picture of peace. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and he looked at her with a softness she had never seen before. "For what?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.
"For making me feel...important," she said, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them. "For noticing me for more than just my body."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're more than just a pretty face, Karina," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Much, much more."
The words were a balm to her soul, and she nestled closer to him, her heart swelling with happiness. The night had started as a simple homework session, but it had turned into so much more—a confession of feelings she had never dared to hope would be reciprocated.
But as the reality of what had just happened sank in, Karina felt a flicker of fear. This was uncharted territory for her—she had never been with someone who valued her mind as much as her body. Would she be able to keep his interest? Would she be enough for him?
Y/N must have felt her tension, because his arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. "Don't worry," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "I've noticed you for a long time now. And I like what I see."
The words sent a shiver of pleasure through her, and she let herself relax into his embrace. For now, she was content to lay there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking and the promise of what was to come.
But as the moments ticked by, Karina grew restless. She knew she couldn't just lie there forever—there was still so much to explore, so much more of him to experience. With a sultry smile, she rolled off of him, her body still sticky with their combined arousal. "Now get all on fours," Y/N said, his voice a command that sent a thrill through her.
Without a second thought, Karina did as he asked, her hands and knees sinking into the plush comforter. She felt his body shift behind her, the heat of him a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. "What kind of stamina do you have?" she asked playfully, peeking over her shoulder at him.
Y/N's eyes never left hers as he lined himself up with her wet, pink opening. "Let's find out," he replied, a smug smile playing on his lips. With one powerful thrust, he pushed into her, filling her completely. Karina gasped "ahhh", the sensation of his thick cock stretching her was almost too much to handle. It was a feeling she had never experienced before—like a mix of pleasure and pain that left her breathless.
He didn't give her any time to adjust. Instead, he began to pound into her, his hips moving with a fierce, almost brutal rhythm. His hand found her hair, and he gripped it tightly, pulling her head back as he slammed into her again and again. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her toes curl and her nails dig into the bed. "AHHHH!" she screamed, the sound a mix of pleasure and surprise.
Karina felt herself stretching to accommodate him, her body adjusting to the relentless onslaught of his thick cock. It was a delicious pain, a feeling she had never experienced before. Each time he hit the deepest part of her, she felt an intense pressure that bordered on unbearable—but she never wanted him to stop. "Yes," she panted, her voice barely audible. "Harder, Y/N. Just like that."
Y/N complied, his movements becoming more forceful. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him as she grew closer to climax. He watched her in the mirror, the sight of her bouncing breasts and arched back making him even more determined to push her over the edge. "I'm gonna squirt again," she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls.
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered in her ear. "Do it, Karina. I want to feel you come all over my bed."
And with that, she did. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her body with a force that made her see stars. Her pussy spasmed around him, gripping his cock like a vice as she squirted uncontrollably. The bed beneath her grew wet, the fabric soaking up her juices as they spurted out in a torrent.
Y/N's hand didn't stop moving, his palm connecting with her ass cheek with a loud smack. She yelped, the pain mixing with pleasure, sending another bolt of sensation straight to her clit. It was a delicious cycle—each spank making her cum harder, each orgasm making her more sensitive to his touch.
"Yess..." she gasped, pushing back into him. "Spank my ass, baby."
He complied with a smack that was harder than the last, and Karina's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a perfect O of pleasure. "U like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a dark growl.
"Yes, I do," Karina moaned, her body begging for more. Each slap of his hand against her flesh sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, making her pussy clench around his cock.
"You're such a good girl," Y/N said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he continued to pound into her. "So responsive to pain."
The smacks grew more intense, each one sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Karina could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, the pressure in her pussy growing tighter with every hit. "AHHHHH," she screamed, her voice raw and needy. "Y/N, I'm gonna cum again!"
He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "Come for me, baby," he murmured. "Come all over my cock."
With a final, hard spank, Karina's body shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm consuming her completely. She screamed his name as she squirted once more, her pussy flooding him with her release. Y/N groaned, the feeling of her tightening around him too much to resist. He thrust into her one last time, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself deep inside her.
Their bodies went still, both of them panting and trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. Y/N leaned down, kissing her neck and shoulder before slowly withdrawing. Karina felt the emptiness acutely, a sudden coldness where he had been so warm and hard.
They lay there for a moment, their limbs entangled, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Then, with a soft groan, Y/N rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so she was nestled against his side.
Karina lay down beside him, her heart racing. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. It was more than she had ever dreamed of—more than any of the fantasies she had concocted in her loneliest moments. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "For giving me an orgasm that no one else ever has."
Y/N's eyes searched hers, his expression unreadable. "It was nothing," he said, but the tenderness in his voice belied his words. He stroked her hair, his touch gentle and soothing. "You're welcome to come over for homework help anytime."
The room was quiet, the only sounds their breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. Karina felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging that was new and exhilarating. "I will," she said, her voice filled with promise. "As long as you don't mind me...distracting you like this."
A smirk played on his lips, and he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I don't mind," he said, his voice low and intimate. "In fact, I might just enjoy it."
With that, Y/N pulled her to her feet, scooping her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Karina giggled, her arms wrapping around his neck as he carried her back to the bathroom. The cold tiles against her back were a stark contrast to the warmth of their bodies, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what was to come.
He set her down gently, his hands sliding down her body to grip her ass. "Bend over," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. Karina complied eagerly, her hands braced against the cool porcelain of the sink. She felt his cock nudge against her wetness, and she pushed back, eager for more.
Y/N didn't disappoint. With one swift motion, he plunged into her from behind, his cock filling her completely. Karina gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt him stretch her open. He began to move, his hips slapping against her ass as he fucked her with a ferocity that left her trembling.
Each thrust was punctuated by a smack, his hand coming down hard on her ass cheek. The sound echoed through the bathroom, mingling with her cries of pleasure. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch. "You're so rough."
"You love it," he grunted, his hand coming down again, this time harder. "You love it when I spank your pretty ass."
And she did. The sting of his hand only made her more aroused, her pussy clenching around him as she pushed back to meet each of his movements. The mirror in front of her was foggy with steam, their reflection distorted but unmistakable. She watched as he claimed her, his hand rising and falling in a rhythm that matched his strokes.
Her body felt alive, each touch a spark that ignited a fire deep within her. She could feel another orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing tighter and tighter with every smack. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Keep going."
Y/N's hand never stopped moving, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Karina's legs began to shake, her body on the edge of something she hadn't felt before. It was as if every nerve ending was alight, every inch of her skin sensitive to his touch.
And then it hit her—a climax so intense it felt like a supernova. Her pussy clamped down on him, her body convulsing as she screamed his name. He didn't stop, his hand never faltering, his cock plunging into her with a relentless pace. "Cum for me," he growled, his voice a dark command that sent shivers down her spine.
And cum she did, her pussy spasming around him as she squirted once again. Y/N watched in amazement, his own release building until he couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, brutal thrust, he came deep inside her, filling her with his warmth.
They stood there, panting and shaking, for a long moment. The only sound in the room was the dull thud of their hearts and the distant rush of the shower. "You're mine," Y/N murmured, his voice a gentle rumble in her ear.
Karina leaned back into him, her body still trembling. "Yes," she whispered, the word a declaration of ownership. "I'm yours."
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths mingling as they held each other close. The world outside didn't matter anymore—all that existed was the two of them in that small, steamy room.
But eventually, the moment passed, and reality began to creep back in. "We should clean up," Karina murmured, her voice still shaky with the aftermath of pleasure.
Y/N nodded, his arms sliding from around her waist. He stepped back, giving her the space to stand up straight. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, his voice a mix of satisfaction and concern.
Karina felt a blush creep up her neck as she turned to face him. She had never been so exposed to anyone before, not even herself in the mirror. But with Y/N, she felt a strange sense of vulnerability that was thrilling rather than terrifying. She watched as he grabbed a towel, his own body still flushed with arousal.
He wrapped the towel around her waist, tucking it in gently. "Come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom. The cold tile felt good against her hot skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room they had just left.
Y/N turned on the shower, the water spraying hot and steamy. He stepped in, pulling her in after him. The water cascaded down their bodies, washing away the sweat and cum that had painted them both. He took a washcloth, his movements deliberate and tender as he began to clean her. The sensation of the cloth moving over her skin, combined with the warm water, was almost too much for her to handle. "You're so gentle," she murmured, her eyes drifting shut.
He didn't respond, his focus solely on her. He washed her thoroughly, taking his time to pay special attention to her breasts and pussy. His touch was soft but firm, as if he was afraid to break her. Karina felt her body responding to him again, her arousal building once more.
But she knew they couldn't go on like this forever. "We should get out," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're going to turn into prunes."
He chuckled, his eyes meeting hers. "You're right," he said, turning off the water. He stepped out first, grabbing two towels from the rack and handing one to her. They dried each other off, the silence between them a comfortable one.
Once they were both dressed again, Y/N turned to her, his expression serious. "I need to tell you something," he said, his voice low.
Karina felt a sudden knot in her stomach. What was it? Had she done something wrong? "What is it?" she asked, her voice small.
He took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers. "I didn't just do this because you're...beautiful," he began, his words tentative. "I did it because I care about you, Karina."
The confession was like a weight lifted from her shoulders. "I know," she said, her voice firm. "And I care about you, too."
He leaned in, his hand cupping her cheek. "I want us to be more than just...this," he whispered, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "I want to get to know you—all of you."
Karina felt a warmth spread through her chest. "I'd like that," she murmured, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips to his.
The kiss was sweet, filled with all the unspoken promises of a future together. When they pulled away, she knew that this was just the beginning. "Let's go back to the living room," she suggested, taking his hand. "We have the whole night ahead of us."
Y/N nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "I've got an idea," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "How about we start with a movie?"
They settled onto the couch, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their passionate encounters. Karina curled up against him, feeling more content than she had in a long time. The TV flickered to life, but neither of them really watched it. Instead, they talked—about their hopes, their fears, their deepest secrets.
And as the night grew darker outside, their bond grew stronger, weaving a web of trust and desire that neither of them wanted to break. For the first time in a long time, Karina felt truly seen—not just for her body, but for the person she was inside.
Y/N pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her in a fierce embrace as they lay down on the bed, their limbs intertwined. The scent of their lovemaking still lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the passion that had just transpired between them. Karina's heart fluttered in her chest, the feeling of his naked skin against hers both familiar and new.
The sun had just begun to peek through the blinds, casting a soft glow across their entwined bodies. The light danced across Y/N's features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the softness in his eyes. He leaned down to kiss her, a gentle pressure that spoke of affection rather than lust. Karina felt her heart melt a little more with each brush of his lips.
"We should get ready," Y/N murmured, reluctantly breaking the kiss. "We don't want to be late for class."
Karina groaned, burying her face in his chest. "Just five more minutes," she begged, her voice muffled. But she knew he was right—they had to face the world outside of this cocoon of intimacy.
With a sigh, they both sat up, the cold air of the room hitting them like a slap in the face. Karina watched as Y/N stood, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined juices. The sight made her stomach flutter, and she couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled as he reached for his boxers.
They dressed quickly, the act of putting on their clothes almost mundane in comparison to the intensity of the night before. But even as they stepped into the crisp morning air, Karina felt a newfound lightness in her step.
They walked together to the university, her hand in his, their bodies close enough to feel the heat of each other. As they passed other students, she noticed the glances thrown their way—a mix of surprise and envy. Y/N had always been the quiet, brooding genius, and she had always been the flirty, popular one. But now, they were something more—something she hadn't even known she wanted.
Men's eyes followed them, lingering on Karina's curves and the way she leaned into Y/N. They whispered among themselves, their voices filled with disbelief. "How did he get her?" she heard one of them murmur, the words sending a thrill through her.
Y/N seemed oblivious to the attention, his focus solely on her. He held the door open as they entered the lecture hall, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. Karina couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, a swell of happiness that he was hers—at least for now.
As they took their seats, she couldn't stop herself from laying her head on his shoulder, her hand wrapping around his arm. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed, his hand coming up to squeeze hers. It was a silent declaration, a promise that no matter what the day brought, they had each other.
The professor droned on about calculus, but Karina's mind was elsewhere. She was lost in the sensation of Y/N's warmth beside her, the feel of his muscles shifting as he took notes, the way his eyes would occasionally flicker over to hers. It was as if their night of passion had forged an unbreakable bond between them, a connection that went beyond the physical.
But she knew it wasn't all rainbows and butterflies. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and she couldn't help but wonder how it would affect their dynamic outside of his apartment. Would he still be cold and aloof in class, or would he treat her differently? And what about the other students—would they whisper and gossip?
Karina pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the steady beat of Y/N's heart beneath her ear. For now, she was content to bask in the warmth of his presence, to revel in the knowledge that she had managed to crack open the shell of the enigmatic student she had been pining for so long.
The rest of the world could wait—for now, all that mattered was the here and now, and the promise of what was to come.
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Winter's words played on a loop in Karina's mind as she sat in class, unable to focus on the lecture. "I think you got what you wanted, Karina," Winter had said, her voice filled with a knowing smile. "Tell me your stories." Winter's curiosity was palpable, and Karina felt a blush creeping up her neck as she thought of the tales she could now share.
Her thoughts drifted back to the night before, the way Y/N had looked at her with such intensity, his eyes dark with passion. It had been more than just a physical connection—it had been a meeting of minds, a melding of souls that had left her feeling both exhausted and invincible.
Karina leaned back in her chair, her eyes glazing over as she remembered the feel of Y/N's cock sliding into her, the way he had filled her so completely. It had been more than just sex—it had been a declaration of intent, a claiming that she had never experienced before.
But Winter was waiting, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Karina knew she had to tread carefully, to choose her words wisely. After all, this was new territory for her—how did you explain to your best friend that you had not only slept with the guy you've been crushing on for months but had also managed to break through his stoic exterior?
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"So, what happened?" Winter asked eagerly as they met up for lunch, her eyes wide with anticipation. Karina took a deep breath, her heart racing as she recounted the events of the previous night. Winter's jaw dropped, her eyes never leaving hers as she listened to the details of their steamy encounter.
"You've got to be kidding me," Winter whispered when Karina finished, her voice filled with awe. "You actually did it. You got him to crack."
Karina couldn't help the smug smile that played on her lips. "It wasn't easy," she admitted, "but I think I've figured out the trick."
"Well, spill it," Winter said, leaning in. "I want to know everything."
Karina took a sip of her soda, her mind racing with the memories of Y/N's gentle touch, his fierce passion, and the way he had made her feel. "You just have to be...persistent," she said finally. "And vulnerable. He's not like other guys—you can't just throw yourself at him and expect him to catch you."
Winter nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "So, you had to show him that you're more than just a pretty face," she mused. "That you actually care about him, not just his body."
Karina nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Exactly. And once he saw that, he couldn't resist."
The cafeteria buzzed with the chatter of students, but the two of them sat in their own little bubble, lost in their conversation. Winter's eyes were filled with admiration, and Karina felt a sense of pride that she had managed to do what no one else had.
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Sana was a girl, she had hourglass body, big boobs, and big ass, every man in korea want her to be her girlfriend, but sana have a secret she want to got fucked by BBC.
Someday, when she was in a club, her eyes meet one black man, his body was tall, Sana was attracted to him.
“Hi, I am Sana, what is your name?” Sana said while her eyes stared at him with a flirty.
“My name is y/n” he replied to Sana.
After introducing themselves, they started dancing together, and as time went on, the dance became more and more sensual and seductive toward Y/N.
After introducing themselves, they began to dance together. Slowly, their movements became more sensual and seductive toward him.
He responded in kind, matching the teasing energy in their dance. With a sly smile, he took their hand and let it rest on Sana’s lower back, pulling her just a little closer.
“You are good at this” he said. “neither are you” Sana replied to y/n statements.
Because of Sana sensual and erotic dance that keep teasing him, he start kissing her lips, the start of their kiss was full of love at first but as the time goes y/n kiss grew more dominant and Sana unable to follow his pace.
As their kissing session ended, he whispered to Sana "end it tonight, let's go to my apartment". Sana who heard it felt her heart beating fast.
The moment they entered the elevator, y/n started kissing sana's lips with a brutal desire to possess sana completely. He started holding sana's ass and carried her, sana's legs wrapped around his waist, their kiss continued until they arrived at the doorstep of y/n's apartment. They opened the apartment door loudly.
When they were inside the apartment, y/n pushed Sana up against the wall and kissed her on the lips. Slowly his kisses went down to her neck, there was a small sigh "ahhh" While his hands squeezed Sana's breasts and there was another sigh "ahhh.”
He broke the kiss, with a strong force he tore off her dress in one fell swoop. Sana displayed her beautiful body, her breasts covered in a red bra, and her pussy covered in a black G-string.
Y/n began to unclip her bra, her pink nipples already hard. Wasting no time he began to suck on her nipple ferociously while his hand squeezed her other breast.
Sana felt incomparable pleasure as he began to play his tongue around her nipples "so good ahhhh keep going". Hearing sana's words made him even more horny he began to bite slowly on sana's nipple, sana let out a slightly loud sigh "AHHHHH".
His hand that had been squeezing her breasts began to descend to meet the folds in her thigh "you're already wet", she just nodded.
His finger was great, "keep going" Sana spoke breathlessly as she felt his finger rubbing against her pussy which made her feel a sense of pleasure.
Sana feels like she's about to reach her peak when he sucks her nipples hard, while at the same time his hand rubs her clit. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, continue y/n....AHHHHH" Sana moans loudly as her orgasm reaches its peak, her squirt starts to come out of her pussy making y/n's hand wet.
"Fuck, your finger is so great, I can't hold it any longer" Sana spoke while trying to catch her breath, but he didn't care about that, he started to release the g-string attached to Sana.
Her pussy was very very beautiful, there was no hair covering it, the color was pink, without warning y/n inserted two fingers into her pussy very easily because of the squirting she had just experienced, she could feel his fingers touching her g-spot, "keep going, yes right there" Sana said in a breathless manner and suddenly y/n's mouth approached her clitoris and licked it.
The sensation of his two fingers going in and out of her pussy quickly and always touching her g spot coupled with his tongue that kept dancing on her clitoris overwhelmed Sana she sighed very loudly "ahhhhhh...... Ahhhhhh....this is too much.... I can't take it anymore", but he didn't care, he even increased the speed with his finger making her squirt once in relief with her legs shaking violently, her body trembling, her mouth opened very wide like an 'O' he pulled his finger then started drinking all the squirting liquid that came out of her pussy.
"Ahhhh.... Ahhhhh.... Ahhh it's so amazing y/n" Sana spoke breathlessly, "is it delicious?" He asked her, Sana replied "yes it was very good, it was the biggest orgasm of my life".
sana's legs could not hold her body she began to fall slowly, she got on her knees her body was still shaking violently, suddenly y/n took off his pants showing his dick which measured 12 inches with a girth of 6 inches.
Sana who saw his dick felt a pounding feeling "it's so big, can I take it?" Sana whispered to herself, Sana ventured to ask "how long is it?", he answered "12 inches long and 6 inches girth". Sana who heard it was surprised, she did want to be fucked by a big black cock, but she did not expect it to be this big.
She asked back with a ragh "can i take it?", "you can definitely" Y/n replied.
Y/n started to lead Sana "open your mouth". Sana did as she was told, she started to open her mouth wide and started to insert her tip. Y/n pushed her slowly, making her jaw stretched to the limit. Sana could feel when his dick entered her mouth slowly, her mouth felt very full. "Arghhh so warm and wet" "Keep going, you are doing very well, good girl". Sana's cheeks flushed at the compliment, her heart pounding at the praise.
When Sana has adapted to the dick in her mouth, y/n grabs her long hair and moves her head so fast and rough. "Ahhh Sana, fuck, your mouth is so great, your throat is so tight" She moaned in pleasure as her head moved so fast. Sana felt her jaw start to ache, but when she heard y/n moaning in pleasure she didn't dare slow down the tempo.
"Glukkk......glukkkk....glukk" was the only sound that came out of there mouth.
"I want to cum, I will soon fill your throat" Y/N said. Sana choked as he shot his sperm down her throat, she choked. Y/n pulled his dick out, Sana immediately coughed and tried to catch her breath, her mouth was still wide open due to the penetration of his dick, releasing saliva mixed with semen.
"I'm sorry, I tried to swallow it all, but the sperm you released was too much plus your super big dick made it difficult for me to swallow it completely" Sana spoke while panting.
"It's okay, you've become a good girl by being able to put my whole cock in your mouth" Y/n said while stroking Sana's head gently and lovingly, she felt very loved by his treatment.
Y/n teased the nipple, pinching it lightly, "ahhhh" Sana spoke with a trembling body. "You like my touch ?” Y/n said.
Sana nodded, then y/n whispered to Sana while playing with her nipples continuously
"say what you want slut, say it well".
"Please, fuck me, I want more daddy" Sana spoke with her body still shaking.
"Alright, now get all on four" He gave her the order, Sana immediately did as she was told, her ass immediately lifted up, she rested on her knees and hands.
He could see her pussy dripping liquid onto the floor, "are you horny yet?" He asked while touching her clitoris. "Ahhhh.... I'm already horny as hell, please give me your cock" Sana spoke with a sigh of pleasure.
Y/n did not just obey what Sana wanted, he sank two fingers into Sana's pussy, "AHHHHHH....... That's very delicious, that's right there continue" Sana said as his finger touched her G-Spot point, "do you want to come out? Tell me what you want there" He said. "Yes, I am....I'm going to come out, I'm going to squirt ahhhh.... " Sana answered his question. Y/n kept moving his finger inside Sana's pussy, his finger knew which spot Sana wanted and Sana screamed so loud her voice echoed throughout the room "I CUM.... I'M SQUIRTING IN YOUR HAND....THIS IS TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHHH". Sana's body shook violently, she squirted liquid onto his fingers.
Y/n let Sana catch her breath, when her breathing became regular she stood up from behind. Sana could see a dick with 12 inches long and 6 inches girth standing right in front of her pussy entrance.
He pushed his dick in with a single stroke, his dick entering easily due to Sana's squirting juices. Sana's pussy stretched to the limit, she felt her pussy filled to the brim with the big black cock, his cock touching all the insides of her pussy without exception.
"AHHHHHHHH...... THIS IS SO GREAT, YOUR dick IS FILLING MY pussy SO FULLY" Sana screamed loudly, her body trembling and her legs shaking violently.
"I WILL BE SQUIRTING AGAIN AHHHHHH" Sana continued her screams, her pussy squirting again, but could not get out of her pussy because y/n's dick did not give the slightest space.
"You're out already? I just put my dick in" Y/n said. "You are such a whore for big black dicks" he added.
"Fuckk...your pussy is so tight Sana" He spoke. Y/n started moving her hips back and forth, "AHHHH.... AHHHHHH VERY BIG FUCK" Sana sighed in pleasure, "I keep orgasming without stopping because of your big black cock", "I didn't expect it to be this good" Sana spoke with a trembling mouth.
Without Sana telling him, he already knew that Sana was orgasming non-stop as he moved, he could feel his dick getting very wet every time he moved and Sana's pussy was clamping down very tightly.
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight, you really are a slut Sana" Y/n said, Sana just kept sighing.
Suddenly Sana was surprised when Y/n's hand lifted up and slapped her ass very hard, "AHHH IT HURTS" Sana said in a slightly loud voice, "But you feel good right when I slap your ass hard?" She asked Sana, "I can feel your pussy clamp even tighter when I slap your ass".
"YEAH I LIKE IT A LOT, SLAP MY ASS... AHHHH" Sana spoke with the pleasure she was getting. Y/N's hand kept slapping her ass relentlessly, each slap brought Sana to orgasm and he could see on Sana's ass a big red hand print.
"Keep going y/n, pound me harder" Sana spoke, hearing sana's words made y/n even more savage. He continued pounding into Sana's pussy very hard "You like that slut? Tell me what you feel" He said to Sana. Sana answered his question "Yes, I do, I like it, I can see your cock bulging in my belly." ..... Ahhhhhh..... Ahhhh".
Y/N's hand pulled Sana's hair, making her head thrown back, her movements became more savage and wild. "How many orgasms did you have slut ?" He said, Sana replied "I don't know, I can't count.... Ahhhhh..... Your stamina is like a monster". "I don't have the stamina of a monster, we've only been fucking for 5 minutes" he said back.
After 10 minutes of fucking, finally y/n reached her peak "I'm going to cum Sana, tell me where you want me to cum?". Sana replied "Ahhhhh..... Inside.... I want to feel your semen filling my womb"
Y/N's movements were getting faster, her hands were still holding Sana's hair gripping it tightly, Sana's eyes rolled back, her mouth was wide open, saliva was falling from her mouth all because of the pleasure she was getting. The long-awaited moment arrived y/n pushed his dick deeply spurting all his seed into Sana's womb. "AHHHHHHHH....... SO MUCH CUM" Sana screamed "I can feel it filling my womb".
Y/n pulled out his dick from inside Sana's pussy, she could feel the emptiness in her pussy. Sana fell to the floor, her pussy finally squirting violently and freely. Her pussy opened very wide like an "O" Sperm flowed out of her pussy while her pussy was squirting for a very long time.
Sana's mouth was wide open, she was unable to open her eyes her body was trembling and shaking violently. "Ahhh this is too much, too delicious ahhhh" Sana said with a slow voice pussynga continued squirting even though there was no dick in it.
Sana seemed to faint for a moment, when she was able to open her eyes she saw y/n who was looking at her from the side "how long have I been unconscious" Sana said, "about 10 minutes, for 10 minutes also your pussy kept squirting" Y/n replied.
Sana's cheeks were flushed, she was very embarrassed now. "What are you feeling there?" Y/n asked, "I.... I felt so great, the orgasm you gave me was so intense, I can still feel my pussy clapping from the emptiness you left" Sana replied.
"This is the biggest orgasm I've ever had,” Sana said "even your dick is the biggest dick I've ever felt, before it was probably only one fourth the size of yours," Sana added "even from a dick that is only one quarter of yours I've had a great orgasm”
Y/n felt proud of Sana's inner confession. He asked back to there "now do you think you will be able to feel the same pleasure if it is from a dick that is only a quarter of me?", "No, I won't be able to get it anymore, I only belong to you, I am a slave to your big black dick" Sana replied.
"So now, you are a slave to my cock right? Y/n asked and Sana just nodded weakly.
"Now I will ask you to ride me" He said. Sana's eyes opened in shock, how could this guy still want to fuck her, how much sperm was still in him, how much stamina did he have?.
Sana spoke "please, I can't take it anymore, give me mercy". He shook his head as he said "slaves must obey their masters, right?". Sana just nodded weakly and said "But, I can't take it anymore, I can't". "But I don't care Sana, I will make love to you until morning, the night is still long for us." He said. Instantly Sana's heart shook violently, "Until morning he said? It's only 12 at night, does that mean he's going to keep pounding my pussy until 6 in the morning?" Sana said in her heart.
Sana wanted to reject him hard but she knew she couldn't, she could feel her pussy hungry for y/n's cock. Sana finally nodded in agreement. He lay on the floor with his dick already standing erect. Sana crawled to where he was lying, Sana's legs had given out from the pleasure she was getting. She began to climb on top of his body, she forced her legs to support her, she directed the entrance of her pussy right above his dick which was already standing upright. As she began to lower her pussy slowly and felt the tip of his dick touch her pussy she sighed "Ahhhh", her body was still very sensitive. Because of his impatience he spread Sana's legs with his hands forcibly and suddenly, Sana's pussy went down instantly swallowing his dick whole in one motion. "AHHHHHHHHHH Y/N IT IS TO MUCH" Sana screamed, because of his actions, Sana had returned to orgasm from the initial penetration.
"Now, ride me properly, show me how slutty you are" He said.
Sana began to move slowly, her pussy was still very sensitive, not even her whole body was still very sensitive to his touch. She began to move up and down slowly while sighing softly "ahhhh.... Ahhhhh.... Ahhh". He looked there from down there while lying down and said "you are so great slut, your pussy is even still tight". Sana could no longer cover her feelings, her cheeks flushed when she heard his praise. His hands did not remain silent he squeezed both of Sana's breasts simultaneously and occasionally pinched her nipples. "Ahhh y/n..... this is so good, keep playing with both my breasts" Sana spoke with pleasure. He knew that there body was still very sensitive he could feel Sana orgasming endlessly from his touch on her breasts.
Because Sana's movements were so slow, he couldn't wait long. He grasped there waist tightly and began to move Sana's waist savagely and wildly. "Ahhhh y/n so good, this is too much, this is too delicious" Sana moaned so loudly. "If this keeps up, I'm going to squirt" Sana spoke to him. But y/n didn't care he continued to dominate Sana's movements, finally he felt his dick wet once inside Sana's pussy. "AHHHHHH.... AHHH.... SO GOOD" Sana spoke with her body shaking violently, eyes rolled back and mouth wide open. "Is it good slut?" He asked, Sana just nodded weakly. Without waiting for Sana's breathing to be regular he continued to move his hips quickly, his dick did not stop going into the deepest and most sensitive part of her pussy. Sana could only sigh "AHH HHHHH ... AHHHHH..... AHHHH". She kept sighing as she got pleasure from him. "I will cum too" He said. While moving her hips fast and hard, Sana's sighs were uncontrollable.
"I cum..." He said as Sana's sigh echoed in the air "AHHHH......SPERMA Y/N FILLING MY WOMB AGAIN". Sana fell instantly onto his chest, her breasts and head pressed against his chest.
Sana and Y/n remained lying down for a moment, trying to catch their breath. His dick still inside her, he kissed her on the forehead and then proceeded to kiss her on the lips very erotically. Sana could feel the feeling of being loved so much, she started crying because she got so much love from him.
His dick finally pulled out of her pussy leaving a void and his sperm started to flow from her pussy. Sana pleaded weakly to him "let me rest and sleep for a while". "Alright I'll let you rest for a while" He said softly while kissing Sana's lips and forehead. Before falling asleep Sana said "Thank you y/n for the pleasure you gave me". Sana immediately fell asleep on his chest. Not even 5 minutes since her sleep suddenly Sana's body shook, Sana started squirting again while falling asleep.
Sana woke up from her sleep, she saw him hugging her while awake."Are you awake?"He asked and kissed her lips again.Sana felt the warmth in the embrace and also the kiss from him."You've been asleep for more than 30 minutes, I think you're ready for the next round," he said.Sana nodded in agreement and replied, "Yes, I'm ready. Use me as you please, fill my womb with your sperm until you run out.”
He carried Sana from behind, her back meeting his chest.He headed towards the window, and Sana could see the city view at night through the window. He lowered Sana and said, "I will make love to you from behind. "Sana's heart raced upon hearing his words, he began to lower Sana and spread her legs as wide as possible.
He started inserting his dick slowly.Sana felt an incredible sensation as the head of his dick touched the entrance of her pussy. Sana bit her lip and her eyes rolled back as his dick began to fully enter her.Sana let out a moan, "ahhhh....".He started moving his hips slowly and said, "How can your pussy still be so tight after several sessions of lovemaking?" Sana replied, "That's because your cock is so big, my pussy has opened up a lot since you first inserted your dick.”.
"Do you like it, Sana?" He asked, Sana replied, "Yes, I like it, I can feel your big black dick bulging against my stomach.".
"Are you a whore for my big black cock?"He asked again, Sana replied again, "Yes, I am a slave to your big black dick, now fuck me hard y/n.”
He lifted Sana's legs into the air and began to increase the tempo of his movements. Sana moaned intensely, feeling her pussy about to orgasm again, "AHHHH..... YES, RIGHT THERE, KEEP GOING, I'M GOING TO CUM, I'M GOING TO ORGASM." Suddenly, Sana's body trembled violently, she began squirting from her pussy, she could see from the reflection in the apartment window how her pussy opened wide with his dick going in and out and how her pussy started to release a large amount of squirting fluid flooding the floor.
Without waiting for Sana to catch her breath, he continued his hard and fast pace, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoing throughout the room. Sana no longer knew how many orgasms she had experienced, she saw herself through the reflection in the apartment window, her pussy squirting every time he moved, attending to every part inside her, her mouth wide open in silence, her saliva starting to drip onto the floor from the pleasure she felt.
Sana felt his dick getting bigger, she screamed "ahhhhh...... Your dick is getting bigger.....I can't hold it anymore," he said, "Let's cum together, Sana." His hand went down to her clitoris and started playing around her clitoris. It didn't take long, Sana trembled violently, her body leaning against the apartment window, her pussy squirting liters of fluid. When Sana trembled violently, he began to ejaculate into Sana's pussy, filling every part of her pussy without exception.When he had ejaculated all his seed into Sana's womb, he pulled out his dick, and he saw that Sana's pussy couldn't contain all the seed he had planted; some of it came out of her pussy. Sana felt her pussy twitching intensely once there was no dick inside her.
He inserted two fingers into Sana's pussy, moistening his fingers with the mixture of fluids inside her. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and brought them to Sana's mouth. "Lick it, slut, taste it," he commanded. Sana immediately stuck out his tongue, licking his fingers clean.
Sana's legs could no longer hold up, and she slowly fell to her knees.He turned Sana's body to face him.when she turned around, Sana's face immediately faced his still hard dick. "Clean up the mess you've made, you slut," he commanded Sana. Sana immediately opened her mouth wide, stuck out her tongue, and licked his cock, occasionally inserting the entire cock into her throat. Sana continued that movement until his dick was completely clean.
"Good girl," he said to Sana, "let's move on to the next round. "He carried Sana and brought her to the dining table. Sana lay on the table with her legs wide open, her breath still panting.Sana's pussy was still wide open, the fluid from her pussy mixed with his semen continuously flowing out. He buried his face in her pussy and started licking her pussy slowly. Sana moaned as she felt an extraordinary sensation when his tongue touched her pussy, "ahhhh.....", her body was still very sensitive. His tongue kept licking her pussy, cleaning her pussy until it was spotless. His tongue moved more wildly, entering her pussy and starting to lick the inside of her pussy. Sana moaned loudly, "yes, keep going y/n, ahhhhhh...... This feels so good. "Sana pulled his hair, pushing his head deeper as she wanted to orgasm again. "I cum.......This is too much.......I can't take it anymore”. Sana sighed and spoke with difficulty.
Sana is squirting, he tries to drink all of her squirting fluid. But her squirting was too much and he couldn't take it all, so his face was wet from the liquid Sana sprayed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Sana said breathlessly, "I couldn't control it, it was too much, too pleasurable. "It's okay, this time I'll forgive the whore, "he said to Sana. He stood positioning his dick in front of Sana's pussy. He rubbed his dick against the entrance of Sana's pussy. Sana let out a soft "ahhhh," she felt a sensation of pleasure. He kept doing that which made her suffer. "Quickly put it inside my pussy, daddy," she said to him. "Ask nicely, whore!" He commanded Sana firmly. "Please..... Put your big black dick into my pussy, don't torture me any further," Sana pleaded for mercy from him. "Do it again properly, I'm not satisfied yet." He said to her. "Put your big black dick inside me, I need it, my pussy is hungry for your dick, please don't torture me any further my master," Sana pleaded once again.
"Alright, I will grant your request," he said to her. With a single motion, he easily inserted his dick into her pussy. "Ahhhh, this is so deep, it feels like your dick is penetrating all the way here." Sana gasped, feeling his dick penetrate her very deeply while pointing towards her stomach. He upon hearing it, smiled with pride and began moving his hips with wild motions. Sana felt this was different from the session of making love in front of the window. When in front of the window, every thrust was filled with love and passion. But now his movements seem filled with hunger and dominance."AHHHH...... YES...... THIS IS SO GOOD Y/N....... KEEP GOING" Sana shouted loudly.
Sana's condition remains the same as before, her pussy easily orgasms with every movement of his dick inside her. "You like this, right? Do you like it when my dick is inserted into your pussy?” He spoke to her. Sana could only nod, her voice gone from constantly moaning and screaming. "Answer, whore!" He commanded Sana, "Yes….., i...... Like... It.... Daddy" Sana spoke haltingly and her voice was hoarse.
He kept accelerating his movements. That made Sana unable to think clearly, she just kept moaning and shouting his name endlessly. "Your pussy is tightening again, Sana," he said to her. "Yes, I want to squirt again," she replied to him. "Don't cum until you get my permission," he said, and Sana nodded to show her obedience. Sana was almost going crazy, holding back her orgasm with the large black dick continuously thrusting in and out of her pussy, it was truly pleasurable. Sana started pulling her own hair, she bit her lip too."Please daddy, let me cum, I can't hold it any longer," Sana said.
"It's not the right time yet," he replied to Sana's question."Ahhh... Ahhhh.. Ahhh... " Sana moaned, "please..... Forgive me..... I want to cum" Sana pleaded once again. "No, wait a little longer, I will cum too," he replied. A moment for him is a very long time for Sana, Sana can't hold it any longer ."NOW" He shouted to her. Her body arched back, her legs trembled violently, her eyes rolled back, and her mouth opened wide, saying "AHHHHHHHHHHH." Sana moans might be heard outside the apartment.
Her pussy started to hurt, she looked at her pussy and saw that it was very wide and starting to turn red, even her clitoris was swollen. Sana didn't know what would happen if y/n still had the stamina to have sex, maybe she would faint and wouldn't be able to walk properly for days.Just as he suspected, when he pulled out his dick, Sana felt her pussy twitching. Her pussy kept contracting and expanding continuously, accompanied by the fluids flowing from her pussy without stopping. When Sana was able to catch her breath, his hand immediately teased her swollen clitoris again, and Sana felt her clitoris become extremely sensitive to touch. Even with just one touch, she moaned and squirted very intensely. "Wow, you are amazing, squirting immediately as soon as I touch you," he said to Sana while continuing to play with her clitoris. "From now on, I want you to count every time you squirt," he commanded Sana.Sana nodded weakly, "ahhh...... One..... Two.... Three" Sana spoke while counting the squirting she received. Sana continued to count with difficulty, this time his middle and ring fingers delving into her pussy from the inside, while his thumb continuously teased her clitoris. "Twelve....... Thirteen....... Fifteen" Sana was still counting how much she was squirting on his fingers. "Twenty five.......AHHHH" Sana was still counting.Until finally, Sana could no longer think after the twenty-fifth squirting; she just opened her mouth wide, her eyes rolled back, and her body arched back accompanied by intense vibrations.
Sana no longer knows how many she has gone out with now, maybe 50? 100? Or even more. Sana felt her pussy squirting faster as time went by.
When he felt satisfied torturing Sana with his fingers.Y/n took Sana to the bathroom. The bathroom would be a great place to fuck Sana until she passes out. In the bathroom, Sana was forced to stand facing the mirror, her legs were about to give up, her hands gripping the sink to help her body stay upright.
He positioned himself behind Sana, his hands caressing her ass. She felt a stinging sensation when his hand rubbed her ass, all because of the slap on her ass during the previous session. Suddenly, without warning, his hand slapped Sana's firm assocks very hard, the sound of the slap echoing in the bathroom.Sana felt her ass were very sore, but due to the peak of arousal, her body slowly began to enjoy the slaps. With one thrust, he inserted his dick back into her pussy, Sana moaned softly, lacking the voice and strength to moan loudly, "ahh...." Sana sighed softly. As soon as his dick fully entered her pussy, Sana's hands and legs could no longer bear the weight of her body, and she almost fell if his hands hadn't quickly held her stomach to help her stand.
He remained y/n with his dominance, his stamina like a sex monster, he kept pounding her pussy relentlessly, making her squirt continuously.Sana's eyes could no longer open, she just surrendered to every thrust from his dick that was able to make her see stars. Sana fainted at that moment, the last thing she remembered was his growling voice while he continued thrusting his dick into her pussy without stopping.
After 10 minutes, he finally released his seed into Sana's pussy.Even though Sana was still unconscious, her body remained responsive to touch. During the 10-minute session of intercourse, Sana's pussy kept squirting and tightening.
He brought Sana to lie down on the bathtub. Warm water soaked her entire body. He cleans Sana with full tenderness and affection. Gently rubbing her entire body with soap, cleaning the sticky residue on her thighs.
After finishing cleaning Sana and his body. He came out of the bathroom while carrying the still unconscious Sana, bringing her to the bedroom. He laid Sana on the bed and his body immediately fell beside her, hugging her while kissing her forehead.
Sana began to wake up from her sleep, her body was very sore and her bones felt like they were all broken. He could see his hands tightly wrapped around her completely naked body. "Are you awake?" y/n asked as he started to wake up because of Sana's movements. Sana immediately moved her lips closer to his and kissed him gently while saying, "Thank you for giving me the best orgasm of my life, thank you for taking care of me so well when I fainted."
"You're welcome my love,” he said to Sana. "I'm hungry, I feel like I can't walk, can you help me my love?" Sana asked him for help. Y/n helped Sana stand and started to support her as she walked slowly. When they reached the large mirror in the room, Sana paused for a moment. "Look at that, you left something big in my body." Sana was talking in front of the mirror while pointing at her wide-open vagina, which resembled an 'O' and wouldn't close tightly. He laughed and said, "That's not all, look at this. "He turned Sana's body, showing her butt reflection in front of the mirror.Sana was shocked to see her buttocks very red and swollen. "Will it go back to normal?" Sana asked him, "Of course, don't worry dear, your vagina will close up again as before if you rest enough, unless I fuck your vagina mercilessly again." He said while laughing, while Sana who heard it shuddered in horror.
i’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to fuck you | l.mk
“you are the girl that i’ve been dreaming of”
📀now playing: i’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you by black kids
❯ summary: Asking your best friend to take your virginity because you have a crush on someone else and want experience is totally normal, right? Mark doesn’t think so. If he’s taking your virginity, it’s not for practice—it’s for him. He’s nobody’s wingman—especially not when it comes to you.
❯ pairings: mark x virgin fem!reader
❯ genre: smut, friends to lovers
❯ words: 5.6k
❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, corruption kink, loss of virginity, nipple play, fingering, hand jobs, praising, body worship, protected sex, back scratching, brief possessiveness, pet names, reader uses she/her pronouns, swearing, love confessions, just fluffy smut because it’s what i do best lol.
Mark swears he’s a good listener. Considering he’s been friends with Zhong Chenle for years, the world’s most dedicated yapper, he doesn’t really have a choice. He has to be a good listener. But Mark almost does a double take when he hears the words ‘my virginity’ and ‘you’ come out of your mouth.
His best friend. With the biggest, prettiest, most innocent eyes and sweet little mouth that could barely stammer through conversations about flirting—asking him about sex. No. Not just asking. Wanting him.
After nearly choking on his own spit, Mark tries to regain his composure—but fails miserably. Especially when your cheeks flush, and you start chewing on your bottom lip. It’s a crime. No, worse. It’s sin in human form. You’re sin in human form. Looking this cute, blushing like a maniac, like you didn’t just drop that question on him.
“You want me to take your virginity, Y/N?”
You cringe the second he repeats your question back to you. It sounded a lot better in your head—practical, reasonable, totally fine. But now, with his brows furrowed and that ‘are you insane?’ look on his face, you’re starting to think maybe you are insane.
But when you came up with this plan last night, none of that crossed your mind. All you knew was that Mark never says no to you. Ever. Not when you asked him to be your first kiss in middle school. Not when you made him take you to your first frat party. Not even when you guilt-tripped him into helping with your dissertation.
"Look, forget it—" you say, pushing to your feet, desperate to escape your shared living room that suddenly feels way too hot under Mark’s stare. "I totally crossed a line by asking. I’m sure I can find someone on Tinder—"
"No."
You blink. "No?"
Mark wants to curse himself for the hasty reply, but who could blame him? There’s just no way he’s letting you swipe right on some douche bag looking for a quick fuck—some guy who’ll take you to a lousy bar, probably make you pay for your own drinks, and then expect to take your virginity like it’s nothing.
It’s ridiculous. It’s not happening.
Not when you just handed him the opportunity on a silver platter.
“What I meant to say was,” Mark rubs the back of his neck, “Don’t you want to lose your virginity to someone you trust—someone you love?”
You nod without hesitation. “That’s why I asked you. There’s not a single man I trust more than you. And I love you—platonically, yeah, but it’s still love.”
Platonic.
If Mark could rip that word out of the dictionary, set it on fire, and launch the ashes into space, he would. Anything to stop you from thinking whatever he feels towards you is platonic. Was it platonic when he kissed you when you were eleven? No. Was it platonic when he drove ten miles just for your favourite snack on your birthday? No. Was it platonic when he worked on your final thesis at the same time as his own? No.
And if he’s going to be the first one to have you, it sure as hell won’t be platonic. That’s for damn sure.
His eyes squeeze shut as he sits forward, clammy hands rubbing up and down his jeans. "Okay, so you want me, your best friend, to take your virginity? Why?"
You chew your lip. This was the part of the scenario that kept you up at night—explaining why. How the hell are you supposed to tell someone you want them to take your virginity just so you can be ready for someone else? There’s no handbook, no online forum, for this kind of thing.
So you settle for:
“It’s stupid. A dumb reason. Don’t even worry about it. Will you do it or not?”
Mark gives you a knowing look, exactly like you knew he would. He’s one of those perspective fuckers, especially when it comes to you. Normally, you love it. Right now, not so much.
“Y/N,” he draws out your name, “What happened to me being one of the most trusted men you know? Tell me.”
You suck in a breath, trying to steady yourself. After all, it’s just Mark. Sweet, kind, nonjudgmental, Mark.
“I have a crush on my co-worker, Xiaojun,” you blurt out. Mark just blinks, completely still, like he’s trying to process. You, on the other hand, keep rambling. “And there’s rumours that he’s amazing in bed, and he asked me out for drinks this Friday, and I just feel really…unprepared.”
Mark feels his blood pressure spike—because fuck your co-worker, fuck those rumours and fuck that little date your planning to gone on this Friday night. Look, he’s not a prude or anything. Mark knows people fuck on a first date—but not you. At least not you with some asshole making you think you need to be prepared for him.
"If that asshole makes you feel less than just because you're a virgin, Y/N, he’s not worth your time."
You narrow your eyes. "I don’t think your opinion holds any weight here, considering you don’t think any guy is worth my time."
Mark relaxes slightly and smiles at that—because it’s true. No man deserves to talk to you, touch you, kiss you—no one but him.
“Besides,” you perk up again, trying to sound more confident. “This isn’t about what Xiaojun or any other guy thinks. This is about me… being comfortable having sex with someone that isn’t myself.” You chew your lower lip. “I want to be comfortable having sex with other men.”
Mark almost growls, a caveman-like urge pounding in his chest at the thought of you wanting to be comfortable with other men. He’s changed his mind. He’d take the word platonic any day over hearing other men leave your mouth.
“Let me get this straight—you want me to teach you how to fuck, to please other men?”
Your cheeks flush, not just because the idea sounds so ridiculous when he puts it like that, but because it’s the first time you've ever heard him talk like that. Mark is always so careful, so delicate with you, keeping his foul mouth and sex life locked away. But hearing the phrase "how to fuck" leave his mouth in that deep, husky drawl, sends a pulse right through you, straight to your clit.
You chew your lip again, hesitating. “I don’t know… I just wanna be good... at it… at sex.”
Mark’s head tilts back as he stares at the ceiling, a string of mumbled curses slipping out before his Adam’s apple starts bobbing against his throat. He pauses to think—and so do you. You can’t figure out why he’s interrogating you like this. The proposition is a lot, yes, but if you’d crossed a line and made him uncomfortable, he could’ve just said so, you wouldn’t have taken it personally. There’s no reason for him to poke and prod like this.
Just as you're about to squash this whole thing, Mark speaks again. He looks up at you from his spot on the couch, his brows furrowed like he's still deep in thought, but his eyes, dark and blown wide, pin you in place.
"I'll teach you, Y/N," he says, standing up slowly. "I'll fuck you if that's what you want and if that’s what you're asking me for," he continues, moving closer until he's right in your personal space. "But I won't fuck you just to get you ready for someone else."
"Mark—"
"No, Y/N, I’m talking," he cuts you off, his long, tantalizing finger tracing from your cheek down to your neck before he whispers, "I don’t mind teaching you how to be good at sex with me, angel, but I’m sure as fuck not teaching you how to be good at it for someone else. If I finally get to fuck you, I’m gonna teach you how to be good for me."
Your mouth parts in a soft gasp, just from his words and that innocent touch alone. Mark’s eyes track the movement, and his irises darken with something you can’t quite name—want, lust, need... you don’t know. All you know is that it’s fucking hot, and it almost makes you miss what he just said.
"Finally?" you breathe out.
The corner of Mark's mouth twitches into a smile, and a low, silky laugh slips from him. "Don't pretend like you don't know I want you." His finger slides to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re too fucking smart to be playing dumb with me, Y/N. You know you could have me on my knees if you just asked. I’d do anything if you just asked.”
You always knew you had Mark wrapped around your little finger, but you never realized it was because he wanted you the same way you’ve wanted him. Yes, you’d only asked him to help you with this plan because you know he struggles to say no to you; but a small, twisted part of you wanted Mark to be the one to take your virginity. Because he’s him—hot, lean, experienced, sweet, loyal Mark. Your Mark.
It’s all too much. His breath is too warm on your skin, his words too heated, his proximity too hot—he’s too hot. You whimper, and you watch as his pupils soften in response.
“Y/N,” he says softly now. “I need you to use your words to tell me what you want. If you don’t want to do this anymore—because, to me, it’s more than just practice—that’s fine. But if we do... this, us, it becomes real.”
Your mind goes fuzzy. Words? He thinks you have words after just confessing that this—that you—are something he wants? Almost like he senses your hesitation, he nuzzles deeper into your neck, his lips feather-light, dusting over your skin in a way that sets your nerves alight. It’s erotic, it’s intimate, it’s so damn sexy.
“I’m serious, Y/N.” His voice is soft, breath scorching against your skin, thumb grazing over your collarbone like he’s memorizing you. “I’ve imagined you—craved you—for years. If you want me to take your virginity, I’ll do it. Happily. But I’ll be your first and your last—not Xiaojun.”
The mention of your coworker feels irrelevant now—a distant, meaningless fantasy compared to this. The stupid office daydream you’d clung to seems laughable because the man you thought only saw you as a friend is standing right here, offering himself to you. Completely. Utterly asking to be yours. And who are you to deny him?
“I want this—”
Mark doesn’t waste another second, doesn’t let you finish your sentence—because he’s wasted too much damn time already. Too much time waiting, hoping, aching to hear you want him. Not just need him for something, but actually want him. Crave him. Desire him.
He has to kiss you. Now.
It starts slow, soft, and sweet. Both your mouths take their time exploring one another as his hand tenderly cups your face, holding you to him. But in no time at all, the heat builds, kisses stretching longer, deeper, until it’s not enough for him. Not nearly enough for you. A hum of approval slips from you the moment his tongue grazes yours, and he takes it as permission, sweeping in and taking control.
“I have fucking dreamed about this,” he pants against your lips. “About kissing you. About touching you. Tell me to stop if it’s too much, Y/N.”
Stop? He’s out of his damn mind if he thinks you want to stop. You shake your head against his lips, legs winding around his, and he takes the hint without hesitation. His hands find your waist, lifting you with ease until you’re resting around his hips. His eyes are fully dark now, black, and locked onto you. They never waver as he carries you both to his bedroom.
Mark lays you down carefully, like you’d break if he was any rougher, but his gaze tells a different story—intense, burning, desperate. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, and he just stares, eyes roaming every inch of you like he’s savouring the moment before he ruins you completely.
You’ve never been this intimate with a man before. Sure, you’re no stranger to your own fingers, to vibrators, and okay—maybe you don’t mind the occasional steamy make out session at a party. But this? In his room, under his stare, is different. You’re not even naked yet, and somehow, you already feel so bare, so exposed.
“I want to take my time with you, Y/N,” Mark murmurs, as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He gently pushes you back so you’re lying flat, his body hovering over yours. “I want to savour every inch of this pretty little body of yours... and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you pant, nodding at the same time, and Mark smiles, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips.
His hands slide up your legs, gliding over the fabric of your sweatpants, until they reach the hem. His eyes search yours, silently asking for confirmation, and you nod, breath catching in your throat. He tugs at your pants, so slow, so deliberate, and when they finally slip off, he lets out a low, groggy "fuck" at the sight of the pink lacy panties you’d chosen for this—for him.
You suddenly feel self-conscious, heat creeping up your chest.
"Knew I'd say yes, huh?" Mark coos, his hand tracing the band of your panties as he looks over your body, studying it because it's the first time he’s seeing you like this. Displayed for him.
You blush, squirming beneath him, overwhelmed by how new, how unfamiliar this all feels. Mark senses your discomfort and smiles softly.
"Don’t go shy on me now, pretty girl," he murmurs, "I’m losing my shit knowing you wore this with me."
His hands graze over your hip bone, fingers brushing gently, soothing as they explore the small hint of flesh you're revealing to him. The softness of his touch, of him, makes you ease up just a little.
“I wore the matching bra too,” you say on an exhaled breath.
Mark groans, his eyes closing as he takes in a slow, intentional breath of his own, nostrils flaring slightly. “Did you? Can I see, baby? Please?”
You nod, and those exploring hands of his glide up your stomach, fingers brush over your skin as he tugs the tight fabric of your tank top over your head. When it falls away, you're left in nothing but the matching set. The pink bralette, almost see-through, giving him a clear, vivid view of your pebbled nipples.
"So fucking beautiful, Y/N," he says, his voice strained, almost painfully. "Can you take it off for me?"
You smile, teasing, as your hands find the clasp at the back. "After I went through all this effort to put it on for you?"
He shakes his head with a small scoff of laughter, the sound easing your nerves a bit. That familiar banter, the playful back-and-forth, reminds you why you asked him—why you wanted him to do this in the first place. You trust him.
“Is this the part where I learn that you’re a fucking brat?” he mutters, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
“I can be, if you want me to be.”
Something flashes in his eyes—dark, predatory—and he leans in closer, his tone dropping an octave. “Take the bra off. Now, Y/N.”
And you do, the flimsy fabric slipping from your breasts and meeting the same fate as your sweats and tank. You feel so exposed, which is ridiculous considering how little modesty the bralette was offering in the first place. Still, your hands instinctively cross over your chest.
"Hey, don’t," Mark murmurs, his hand gently reaching up to move yours, his thumb rubbing soft, soothing circles around your wrist to reassure you. "You don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me, Y/N. If you want to stop—”
"No," you interrupt. "I mean, please... I want this... I want you, Mark. I’m just nervous."
His eyes soften at your words, and he licks his lips. "Can I touch you?"
You nod, and his hands steadily, gently travel up and down your stomach, hovering around your sternum before they rest beneath your breasts. You suck in a breath as his touch lingers. "Can I touch you here?" he asks, and again, you nod.
Mark’s hands gently cup your chest, the softness and weight of your tits filling his palms. The pad of his thumb teases over one of your nipples (pretty peaked nipples that are practically begging for his mouth) in a steady rhythm that has you arching into him. He continues, flicking over the sensitive bud until he elicits the reaction he wants: quiet, breathless whimpers and tiny darling moans from your mouth.
“You’re so damn perfect, Y/N,” he mutters, his eyes glued to your body as he tests his touches, watching in awe as your eyes flutter, roll, or widen. “So damn perfect for me.”
You moan, and his head dips to the valley between your breasts, his tongue flicking out to trail a slow, heated path up your skin. His mouth, warm and wet, captures your pebbled nipple, sucking and licking with a hunger that makes your body shiver. It’s then that you remember why Mark is perfect for this—he’s experienced.
“Pretty fucking tits,” he groans, “I’ll fuck these one day. Promise.”
He focuses entirely on your nipples, squeezing your breasts, and you swear you're already on the verge of coming undone for him, writhing beneath him. Terrified it’ll end too soon, your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him away from your chest to capture his lips in a desperate kiss.
His chest hovers over you, so close to you, but still hidden beneath layers of fabric. His jeans, too tight, too impeding. You want to feel him—skin to skin. It’s not fair. You’re lying here in nothing but your underwear, exposed and vulnerable, while he’s still fully dressed—his clothes a frustrating barrier that keeps you from feeling him the way you need to. You can’t stand it anymore.
Your fingers dig into his shirt, tugging at the fabric, desperate to rip it off and close the damn distance. "Mark," you breathe. "Take it off. Please."
“You want it off, huh?” He teases.
You’re beyond patience now, body aching for him. “Yes. I do.”
Mark’s eyes darken at the desperation in your voice. He sits up slightly, pulling away from you just enough to shed his shirt, the fabric tugging over his head and revealing the toned muscles of his chest. You can’t help but watch, your eyes glued to the way his hands move, but he’s taking his damn time. Frustrated, you reach for his belt, but he stops you, his hand brushing yours as he undoes it himself. The sound of it unbuckling makes your breath hitch.
Finally, his jeans slip down, revealing the taut curve of his thighs before he kicks them aside, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers. His bulge is prominent, straining against the tight material, and you swear you can’t take it any longer.
But before you can pounce, before you can touch him and feel him the way you want to, he’s hovering back over you, his body pinning you down, forcing your back flat against the bed.
“So eager, pretty girl,” he muses with a teasing smirk. “But you asked me to teach you, didn’t you? I’m in charge.”
He’s so controlled, so assertive, it sends a flood of need coursing through your body. His hands are back on you, gliding over your now fully exposed body. Well, not entirely exposed—his fingers toy at the edge of your panties, tracing, testing, taunting, as if waiting for your permission. And you’d give him it immediately, only he wants to ride this out, prolong it.
His fingers move to dip just beneath the fabric, but then he stops.
“I know you said you wanted to be good at this, Y/N,” he hums. “But I want to be good for you. Tell me what you like. Tell me how to touch this pretty pussy.”
Heat floods your cheeks and pools between your legs. From the way Mark smiles, and the fact that he’s cupping you through your underwear, you know he can feel it too.
“I-um—”
“I already told you to stop being shy with me, Y/N,” he says. “Don’t think I overlooked that comment about you getting yourself off. You wanna learn, so do I. Let me be a good boy for you.”
Your eyes lock onto his, and you can see the seriousness. He wants to know what makes you tick, what works for you, what gets you off—wants to be the one to do it. His breath hitches as he studies you, chest contracting with focus.
“I-I start with my clit,” you instruct, and his fingers follow suit, finally dipping under the fabric he’s been teasing for the last ten minutes right to the spot. You want to feel embarrassed telling him all the dirty ways you play with yourself, but you can’t. He won’t let you feel that way, because, like you said, he’s him—sweet, loyal Mark.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re dripping for me,” he groans, voice thick with need. “Aching for me, aren’t you, baby?” You nod pathetically. “Then tell me, what do you do to your clit? Teach me.”
“I like small circles,” you whisper, your breath shaky.
“Like this?” he asks, his voice low as he carefully follows your instructions. It’s almost too careful. Too slow. You need more—so much more.
“Faster, Mark.”
His fingers speed up, the circles on your clit growing faster, the pressure he applies intensifies with each stroke. You moan, squirming beneath him, your hips shifting in desperate need for more—more of him.
"Can I try a finger, baby?" he asks, and you nod, wanting everything he has to give right now.
Mark shifts his gaze from your face down to where his hands are stuffed inside your panties. He watches as he trails his index finger up and down your slit slowly until it’s circling around your entrance before finally easing it inside. You gasp, feeling the initial stretch, and his eyes lock back onto yours, waiting for the sting to fade and the lust to take its place again. Once it does, he begins to move, his finger sliding in and out, in and out, faster and faster until your breaths come heavier.
“Mark,” you gasp on a moan, a thrill coursing through you as he picks up the pace.
Mark adds his thumb back to your clit, the combination of his fingers easing in and out of your drenched pussy and the attention to your sensitive nerves send waves of pleasure crashing over you. Because cumming has never felt like this—so close, so quick, so desperately needed. Mark must sense your closeness too because his lips quirk, devilish and taunting.
“You gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl?” he asks, but it’s clearly not a question. The cocky bastard knows you are. “Or should I say finger? Think you could handle two?”
Your mind is incoherent from the pleasure, the foreign stretch of his fingers. Any thoughts you have dissolve into a haze of need, only capable of a frantic nodding at him because you want more, need more, need to cum. He eases in his middle finger, both digits slowing down as you adjust to him. Then, the world around you blurs; all that matters is the rhythm of his fingers and the growing knot forming in your stomach as his pace picks up. Each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, and you can feel the waves of your orgasms building, until it finally, deliciously, crashes over you.
Your vision blurs, and sounds you didn't even know you could make slip from your lips. All you can hear is Mark's incoherent, muffled praise—telling you how pretty, how perfect, how good you are for him.
When you come down from your high, he’s watching you intently, his hand running through your hair as you refocus back on him with hazy eyes. You’ve never experienced an orgasm like that, and as you notice the strained bulge in his pants, a surge of eagerness wells up in you. You want to return the favour, to please him, to learn how to be good the way you asked him to twach you.
You reach for his boxers, fingers trembling as you strip them off, revealing the thick hard length of him. Your breath catches at the sight of his cock, angry and needy and desperate. Mark looks down at you with his own haze-induced eyes.
“Please, Y/N.”
The heat radiating from him ignites a fire within you. You take a moment to admire the way he looks at you—hungry, eager. With a newfound confidence, you lean closer, your lips brushing against his skin, ready to give him the pleasure he’s so generously given you. You press soft, delicate kisses to his abdomen, watching as his stomach flexes in response.
You know you probably should suck his cock right now; that’s what you’re supposed to do, right? Almost as if he can sense your hesitation, Mark’s fingers clamp around your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“You don’t have to, not yet, not ever if you don’t want to,” he says softly. “But you can touch it. Touch me, Y/N, please.”
That feels more like your speed, so you wrap a firm hand around his cock, giving it a slow, steady long tug. Mark's head rolls back from where he sits on the bed. Your hands tremble with nerves, this is all so new to you, and you desperately want to please him. But before you can overthink it, Mark’s words soothe your insecurities.
“Yeah,” he breathes out, “Just like that... so fucking good, Y/N.”
He's like a fucking mind reader, because that one comment, that small ounce of reassurance, has you stroking him faster. Your hand moves in a messy rhythm, feeling the weight of his cock in your palm.
As you continue to stroke him, you start to experiment with different techniques, trying out gentler touches and firmer grips. Mark's reactions are your guide, and you watch as his face contorts in pleasure, his eyes screwing shut as he lets out low groans. He sounds so sexy, you like it, you want more of him like this.
You feel a sense of power, knowing that you're the one bringing him to the edge. Your strokes become more insistent, your hand moving faster as Mark's breathing quickens. You can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, the veins standing out as he gets closer. Mark's body tenses, his muscles straining and that’s when suddenly, his eyes snap open.
“You gotta stop, Y/N,” he growls, his voice low and husky as he pulls your hands off his length. For a moment, you almost feel scorned, but then he adds, “I want to last until I’m at least inside of you...”
You both laugh, Mark's eyes crinkling at the corners as he chuckles, and you feel a flutter in your chest. He gently lies you back on his bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it underneath your hips. As he fumbles with his nightstand, he rips open a condom and slides it along his cock. You can't help but watch, mesmerized by the sight. It’s oddly sexy. Your body responds instinctively, your hips arching upwards as if seeking him out.
As Mark positions himself between your legs, his head dips down to kiss you. It’s sweet, like the first time, and you think you could get used to them—you want to get used to them. The feeling of his lips on yours, on your cheek, the top of your head.
When your lips finally break apart, he holds eye contact with you, aligning himself with your pussy. He teases you, brushing against your folds, occasionally grazing your clit—his eyes watching your reaction, a smirk on his lips. Sensitive, he notes. And he has to note because there will be a time for more, a time where he’ll make you work for it. But today isn’t that day. Today is about you and him—together.
“Tap my arm if it’s too much. If you want to stop—”
“Mark,” it’s your turn to be stern now. “Please, just fuck me.”
He smirks, liking this side of you—the impatience, the newfound dirty mouth of yours. Something else to note for next time, he thinks.
Rubbing himself up and down your slit for a final time, Mark presses the head of his cock to your entrance, hips shifting forward to slowly push into you. His nostrils flare, and his teeth clench because he has to be careful, he has to be in control. He cannot—he will not—hurt you any more than he has to.
So, slowly. Torturously slowly. Mark eases into you, inch by tantalizing inch, until his tip coaxes past the small ring of resistance. You’re so tight—so impossibly tight—that he almost regrets letting you jerk him off before hand, because he’s already teetering on the edge of cumming from merely the first few inches. He’s waited far too long for this moment; the last thing he wants is to blow his load before he’s even begun to move.
He shifts his focus from his own pleasure to your face, keenly observing for any signs of discomfort. When he catches the slight scrunch of your nose, he leans down to kiss you, wanting to distract you from the sting of you stretching around his cock for the first time.
“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. You were made for me.”
He feels your body relax into the mattress at the praise and your hands wrap around his back, pulling him closer. It’s a silent invitation, a clear signal that you’re okay with more—that you need more.
His hips finally press flush against yours, your legs spreading wider to accommodate him, all of him. Your fingers dust up and down his spine as you get used to this, how full you feel, how complete.
“Move, Mark,” you whisper barely above a whisper. “Please.”
And he does. He rolls his hips, pulling out of you completely before sinking back in, slow and sensual. You moan—right into his ear, because he’s buried in your neck—and he nearly loses the last thread of control he’s holding onto. Mark quickens his pace, keeping his body flush against yours—like he needs to be as close as possible. Needs to consume you the same way you’ve consumed him for years.
“Yes, Mark,” you cry, your nails raking down his back, scratching, digging, marking into his skin.
“Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good. You have no idea how fucking perfect you are.”
He reaches for your hand, prying it from his back to lace his fingers with yours, pinning them to the mattress. It’s gentle, it’s sweet—it’s so Mark. He fucks you slowly, his hands holding yours as he kisses you. Intimate, tender, and so fucking hot.
You tighten around him, and the squeeze makes something flicker in Mark’s eyes—something determined, something feral.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper between ragged breaths.
“Fuck, yes—please,” he groans. “Cum around my cock, pretty girl. I need it. I want it.”
Hearing him just as desperate, just as needy as you, sends you over the edge. Your lip trembles, your lashes flutter, and then—your second orgasm takes over you, ripping a scream of his name from your throat.
It’s the prettiest thing Mark’s ever seen, ever heard—the best thing he’s ever felt. And he swears this moment will be etched into his memory until the day he dies. He holds you close to his chest as you ride your high, feeling every desperate breath you take, swallowing every moan with wet open mouth kisses. And when he senses you’ve finally come down, he chases his own orgasm—greedy for it, for you.
He becomes ravenous for his own release, his hips pistoning faster, harder, as he drives deeper into you. His breaths come in ragged gasps, his chest contracting as his fingertips anchor your hips in place. With every thrust his cock throbs with an almost unbearable intensity until he lets out a low, guttural groan, his body shuddering with pleasure.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispers your name, over and over again, like a mantra and he spills inside of the condom.
The room fills with a silence, punctuated only by the sound of your mingled breaths as he comes down. Your hands are still entwined, hearts still racing, and you both can’t do anything but look at each other. Eventually, Mark leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips before pulling away. He eases out of you, removes the condom, and tosses it into the nearby trash can.
You watch him as he moves, and when he turns back to you—his gaze a mix of awe and satisfaction—you can’t help but smile.
“You know when I said I loved you platonically?” you ask, and his brows knit together. He looks like he’s about to have a full-blown panic attack, so you quickly put him at ease. “I lied. I actually just love you.”
Relief washes over his face before it melts into a smile. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.
Ningning x Karina x Male Reader | 18k words
Tags: 3sum, blowjob, deepthroating, spit play, hair pulling, breast play, nipple play, dirty talk, dominance, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, body worship, rough sex, two hot bitches feral for cock
Bio can wait. The two baddest bitches at school just told you to skip class with them. Who the fuck would say no? Especially when its Karina and Ning.
no this is not in the same universe as "dumb" :P
The moment you push through the doors to your school's dance room, you know your plan for a solo practice is finished. Karina and Ningning are sprawled against the mirror wall, a perfect picture of cool indifference that somehow makes the empty room feel smaller.
They're wearing what they always wear—simple but devastatingly effective. Karina in high-waisted gray sweatpants that pool slightly at her ankles, paired with a fitted black long-sleeve crop zip up that rises just enough when she stretches. Ningning in similar wide-leg pants but with a simple white off-shoulder top that somehow makes her collarbones look like art. Both outfits say "I barely tried" while looking impossibly put-together.
They're those girls at school—the ones with presence, the ones who command attention without trying.
Everyone on the dance team is attractive in their own way—but they have that something extra. You've seen it countless times during team practices: the way other dancers give them space, how even the coach seems to hold their breath when they perform.
Karina's scrolling through her phone, platinum blonde waves cascading over her shoulders as she absently twists a strand of Ningning's dark hair between her fingers. Ningning has one AirPod in her ear, her dark eyes drifting up to catch yours before you even announce yourself. The contrast between them is striking—Karina's cool blonde presence against Ningning's warm, dark features—perfectly complementary in the way they occupy space.
"Of course," you mutter, dropping your bag near the door with a thud that's maybe a little louder than necessary.
Of course they taking up the whole floor (they're not)
You try to play it casual, hyper-aware of every movement you make. That's the thing about being dancers—you notice details. Sometimes you catch Karina's eyes lingering on you during practice, or notice how Ningning always ends up stretching near you, but you tell yourself it's nothing. Just the usual dance team dynamics. You're all physical people; boundaries blur. It doesn't mean anything.
Ningning stretches her arms over her head. "What are you pissed for? There's like, so much space."
"I need the whole floor to go full out," you say, gesturing vaguely to the room. "I'm working on that new combo."
Karina snorts without looking up from her phone. "Yeah, because you need the entire studio to practice the same eight-count for an hour."
Ningning laughs, then tilts her head slightly. "You wanna dip with us instead?" Her blonde-tinted waves fall over one shoulder as she shifts to look up at you, dark eyes expectant.
You're instantly torn. Dance has made you disciplined—fit, clean, and sharp on the floor—and that same discipline usually keeps your grades steady. Usually. But there was that chem test last week. And the English paper you turned in late. And now Bio tomorrow, which you're definitely not prepared for.
"Can't," you say, even as your eyes drift to where Karina's top meets the waistband of her sweatpants. "I've got a test next period. If I bomb another one, Coach will bench me for sure."
Karina finally looks up from her phone, golden-rimmed eyes locking with yours in the mirror. Your reflection stands tall behind theirs, and for a moment, the three of you make a symmetrical composition in the glass.
"That's cute," she says, a smirk playing at her lips. "Choosing bio over us." She shifts, her shoulder brushing against Ningning's, and something passes between them—some silent communication that makes Ningning bite her lower lip to suppress a smile.
"Pussy," Karina adds, the word landing soft but deliberate.
The question hangs in the air, and something in the atmosphere shifts. They're still draped against each other—Karina's head now resting on Ningning's shoulder, Ningning's fingers absently playing with the hem of Karina's top—but their attention is fully on you now. The casual indifference is gone, replaced by a focused intensity.
Karina's eyes narrow slightly, calculating. Ningning's lips part, just barely, like she's already anticipating your answer. The way they're looking at you makes your skin prickle with heat. It's the same look they get right before a performance—that blend of challenge and confidence that says they know exactly how good they are.
The logical part of your brain is still calculating how many points you need on tomorrow's test to maintain your eligibility for the showcase. You've already been warned about your grades. One more missed class and you might actually get suspended from the team. This isn't just about one bio test anymore.
But there's something about the way they're waiting, bodies still intertwined but faces turned toward you in perfect symmetry, that makes the decision feel momentous. Like this is some kind of turning point.
Your jaw ticks, just barely.
"Fuck it," you say finally, slinging your bag back over your shoulder. The relief on their faces is subtle but unmistakable, like you've passed some test you didn't know you were taking. "Say less."
The reason is simple, even if your GPA will suffer for it: you just wanted to hang with the two baddest girls at school. And when they both smile at you—Karina's slow and knowing, Ningning's bright and wicked—you can't bring yourself to regret it.
Not yet, anyway.
…
Ningning's house is just a short drive through the sprawl of suburban Southern California. By the time you arrive, all three of you are armed with Slurpees from a 7-Eleven pitstop—yours blue raspberry, Karina's cherry, and Ningning's a swirled mix of both that she sips like she's solved some great mystery of flavor.
Her room is exactly what you'd expect—a perfect blend of cozy and chaotic. Fairy lights wrap around the ceiling fan, with climbing ivy trailing down from the fixture, casting soft shadows across the walls. Posters cover nearly every inch of white space—Frank Ocean, SZA, Tyler the Creator, Tate McRae, Billie Eilish—with a round mirror breaking up the collage. Monstera plants thrive in the corner next to a small white bookshelf. The whole space glows in the afternoon light filtering through the windows.
You settle on the carpet, back against her bed, Slurpee in one hand, a bag of sour gummy worms in the other. But Karina? She's sitting directly on Ningning's lap, legs draped over hers, body leaned back lazily against Ningning's chest like they've done this a hundred times before. No hesitation, no awkwardness—just pure, easy closeness. They fit together the way bad bitches always do, like they know exactly how to take up space.
Leon Thomas hums from a speaker in the corner, his smooth vocals and the soft R&B bassline weaving into the atmosphere, just enough to fill the comfortable silence.
"Let's play a game," Karina says suddenly, her cherry-red nails tapping idly against Ningning's thigh.
"What kind of game?" You ask, already suspicious.
"Just questions. Truth only." Ningning grins, absently running her fingers through Karina's platinum hair. "I'll start easy. Who's the hottest on the team?"
You glance up from your drink, already knowing exactly where this is going. It's a setup. A trap.
You take a second, not too long, just enough to make it seem like you're actually considering your answer. But you know there's only one right response—the one even they would agree on.
"Chaewon."
"Fuck, such an obvious answer," Karina groans, throwing her head back dramatically. "She's so fucking hot."
"Ugh," Ningning adds, biting her lip. "I tried making out with her at Jungwoo's party last month and she wasn't feeling it. I almost died."
They exchange knowing looks, satisfied, like they'd already predicted your answer before you even opened your mouth. Karina leans back further into Ningning, reaching for her own Slurpee.
"Your turn," Ningning says, nodding at you.
You think for a moment. "Best dancer in the crew?"
"Me, obviously," Karina says without hesitation.
Ningning rolls her eyes but doesn't argue.
"Fair," you concede with a smile.
"My turn," Karina says, her voice dropping slightly. "Ever hooked up with anyone from the team?"
The question hangs in the air. It's an escalation, but not entirely unexpected.
"Yes," you answer, taking a sip of your Slurpee.
Their eyes widen simultaneously. "Who?" Ningning demands, leaning forward.
You shake your head. "That wasn't the question."
Karina narrows her eyes. "Sneaky. I respect it." She turns to Ningning. "That's definitely our next question."
"What about you two?" you ask, deflecting.
Karina shrugs. "Not with anyone from the team."
Something in her inflection makes you pause. "But with each other?"
They exchange a look, this one different—a silent communication you can't quite read. Without saying a word, Karina turns her head, meeting Ningning's eyes with a smirk. Ningning doesn't hesitate. She cups Karina's face and pulls her in, capturing her lips in a kiss that's anything but casual.
Jesusfuckwhat.
Karina's hand slides up to Ningning's neck, fingers tangling in her hair as their mouths move against each other. Ningning's other hand drifts down, boldly palming Karina's breast through her top. You watch, frozen, as Karina lets out the faintest sound against Ningning's lips.
Is this actually happening right now? Your throat goes dry as you try to process what you're seeing, your Slurpee forgotten in your suddenly tense grip.
When they finally part, Karina's lipgloss is smudged, and both are breathing heavier, their eyes dark when they turn to gauge your reaction. Neither says anything—they don't need to. The answer is written all over their flushed faces.
And they're just gonna act like that didn't happen? Like they didn't just—
"Your turn," Karina says, her voice noticeably huskier now, acting like she didn't just have her breast grabbed in front of you. "What's your biggest turn-on?"
You blink, trying to recalibrate. The game is apparently still on, despite the fact that your brain is still processing what you just witnessed.
You swallow. "Someone who takes control without asking."
Ningning smirks, running her thumb across her bottom lip to fix her smudged gloss. "Noted."
What the fuck is happening right now?
It's Ningning's turn, and she doesn't hesitate: "Who on the team did you hook up with?"
You consider lying, but decide against it. "Yujin."
That night in her car after the showcase. Her skin under your hands, the way she bit her lip to stay quiet...
"Shut the fuck up," Karina's jaw drops, her eyes widening with what looks suspiciously like jealousy. "Are you serious?"
"She's hot as fuck too, what the hell?" Ningning looks genuinely offended, sitting up straighter, dislodging Karina slightly. "How are you pulling the baddest girls and we didn't even know?"
Karina narrows her eyes. "When did this happen? And why didn't she tell anyone?"
Because she asked me not to tell anyone. Because it was just that one time. But you just shrug, enjoying their reactions more than you should.
The questions heat up rapidly.
"If you could do anything to anyone in this room right now, what would it be?" Karina asks, fingers now tracing patterns on Ningning's arm.
You consider your words carefully. "I'd rather show than tell."
"Bold," Ningning says with approval. "But you'll have to wait your turn."
"Ever watched porn with someone else?" Karina asks, changing tactics.
"No."
"Wanna start?" Ningning challenges, raising an eyebrow.
The game accelerates. Boundaries blur. Questions become increasingly explicit.
"Where's the riskiest place you've hooked up?"
"What's something you want to try but haven't yet?"
"Have you ever thought about either of us while getting yourself off?"
"If you could do anything to anyone in this room right now, what would it be?"
Your answers grow bolder. Theirs grow filthier. With each revelation, the space between you shrinks, though neither of them has moved from their position.
"Have you ever fantasized about being with two people at once?" Karina asks, no longer pretending this is just a game.
"Yes," you admit.
"Anyone specific in mind?" Ningning presses.
You look from one to the other, letting the silence answer for you.
With each answer, the air in the room grows thicker, charged, until Karina finally shifts on Ningning's lap to face you directly.
"You're pretty hot, you know that?" Her voice is smooth, casual, like she's just stating a fact. She doesn't look at you when she says it, just keeps tapping her nails, waiting to see how you react.
Ningning hums in agreement, finally meeting your gaze. "Especially when you dance."
You shift slightly, a near-imperceptible reaction, but they catch it. Of course they do. Dancers notice everything. The way your grip tightens slightly on your cup, the flicker of something unreadable in your eyes before you school your expression back into something neutral.
You keep your cool. You're unsure where this is going, but you don't back down.
Karina stretches her arms above her head, arching her back slightly against Ningning. The movement causes her top to ride up, exposing a sliver of skin at her waist. It feels too deliberate, too precise to be casual. Your mouth goes dry.
They know exactly what they're doing.
Ningning's hand settles on Karina's hip, fingers splayed possessively as she adjusts her position on her lap. You can't help but track the movement. The room suddenly feels ten degrees warmer, and you shift your position on the floor, grateful you're sitting cross-legged.
Karina takes a long sip of her Slurpee, her eyes never leaving yours over the rim of the cup. When she pulls away, she runs her tongue slowly over her cherry-stained lips, catching a drop.
Jesus Christ.
You blink rapidly, heart pounding against your ribs. Heat crawls up your neck, and you're acutely aware of every inch of your body—especially the parts now responding all too obviously to their performance.
They exchange one last look, a silent confirmation passing between them. Ningning's eyes darken slightly as she tilts her head, expression unreadable but sharp, like she's weighing something in her mind.
Then, just like that, she drops it.
"Yo, be honest, would you fuck both of us?"
Did she really just ask that?
The shift is immediate.
This isn't happening. This can't be happening.
Everything in the room feels different now—the air heavier, charged with something unspoken. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you process the question, trying to read their expressions for any sign they're messing with you.
You're caught between laughing it off or taking it seriously. But when you look at them, really look, you realize—
They're serious.
"Are you—" you start, voice catching slightly. "Is this for real?"
Instead of answering, Karina slides off Ningning's lap in one fluid motion, the kind of movement that reminds you why she's first in every formation. She kneels in front of you, close enough that you can smell her perfume—something expensive and subtle that's been driving you crazy all afternoon.
Her eyes never leave yours as her fingers find the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to trace along your stomach. The touch sends electricity up your spine.
"We've been thinking about this since that showcase last month," Ningning says, her voice softer than usual as she moves to join Karina. "The way you danced that night..."
They were watching me?
Karina's mouth crashes into yours with unexpected hunger. It's not just a kiss—it's a claiming. Her tongue slides against yours, hot and insistent, tasting like the cherry Slurpee and something sweeter underneath. She sucks your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging just enough to make your breath catch. Her hands fist in your hair, pulling you closer, angling your head exactly how she wants it.
When she finally releases you, your lips are tingling, slick with her spit. You barely have time to gasp before Ningning turns your face toward her, her fingers digging into your jaw.
Her kiss is even more aggressive—open-mouthed and demanding. Her teeth graze your lip, biting down just hard enough to sting before soothing the spot with her tongue. You feel Karina's mouth on your neck now, sucking hard enough to leave marks, her hands shoving your shirt up roughly.
"Fuck," you breathe against Ningning's lips as Karina's nails rake down your chest.
Is this actually happening? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Without warning, Karina's hand finds the back of Ningning's neck, pulling her away from you. For a brief second, you think something's wrong—until they crash together right in front of you, mouths colliding in a kiss that's nothing short of filthy. Karina's tongue slides along Ningning's bottom lip before pushing inside, Ningning moaning into her mouth, hands gripping Karina's waist to pull her closer.
Your hands move on instinct, reaching out to touch them. Fingers grazing Karina's sides, palm flat against Ningning's lower back. They don't stop kissing, but Karina reaches blindly for your hand, guiding it higher along her body until you're cupping her breast through her top. Ningning breaks the kiss just long enough to suck in a breath when your other hand slides down to grip her ass.
They continue making out, but now it's a performance for you as much as it is for them. Karina bites Ningning's lower lip, tugging it between her teeth while looking directly at you. A string of saliva connects their mouths when they briefly part before diving back in, messier this time, wetter. Ningning's hand finds the back of your neck, keeping you close, letting you feel their breath, almost encouraging you to join.
When they finally pull apart, both their lips are swollen, shiny with spit. Ningning pulls you in for another kiss, the taste of Karina still on her tongue. You can taste both of them now, the flavors mingling as Ningning licks into your mouth with deliberate slowness. Karina's fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. She drags her tongue up your throat, teeth scraping along your pulse point.
Ningning's fingers twist in your hair, yanking your head back further to expose more of your neck. The sharp pull sends a jolt straight to your groin. She works her way down the opposite side from Karina, leaving a trail of bites and kisses that make your skin burn. You're trapped between them, their bodies pressing against you from both sides.
The sensation of their mouths—one on your neck, one on your collarbone, then trading places with practiced coordination—is overwhelming. Karina sucks your earlobe between her teeth while Ningning's tongue traces the hollow at the base of your throat.
Then they're kissing each other over your shoulder again, but it's nothing like the controlled display from earlier. This is raw, messy, desperate. Karina moans into Ningning's mouth, their tongues visibly sliding against each other. Ningning's hand is still in your hair, Karina's palm flat against your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat. You watch, transfixed, as Karina's teeth catch Ningning's bottom lip, as Ningning's fingers tighten in Karina's platinum hair.
"Get the fuck up," Karina breathes when they finally pull apart, her lips swollen, a flush spreading across her chest. She grabs the front of your shirt, hauling you to your feet.
Ningning's already pulling your shirt over your head, tossing it carelessly aside. Her hands immediately explore your torso, fingers tracing the definition in your abs, your chest, your shoulders. Karina drops to her knees, working on your jeans, her knuckles deliberately dragging against your hardness through the denim.
"Goddamn," Ningning whispers, lips against your ear as her hands slide around to grip your ass. "Been wondering what you were hiding under those practice clothes."
"Sit," Karina commands, pushing you backwards until you hit the edge of the bed and drop down.
They stand before you, and for the first time, you get a moment to just... look. To really take them in.
Karina unzips her long-sleeve crop top with deliberate slowness, revealing an expanse of smooth skin inch by inch. Her collarbones cast delicate shadows, her shoulders slim but toned from years of dance. When the top finally falls away, the black lace of her bra is a stark contrast against her pale skin, barely containing her full chest. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants, pushing them down her hips in one fluid motion, stepping out of them gracefully, her curves unmistakable even in the fading afternoon light.
Ningning watches your reaction to Karina, a smirk playing on her lips before she pulls her own shirt over her head. Her body is different—more delicate frame with gentle curves, her light blue bra a perfect complement to her fair skin. She stretches her arms overhead, an unnecessary movement that's purely for your benefit, showing off her slender waist and the subtle definition in her stomach. Her sweatpants come off next, revealing slim legs that somehow look even longer than they are.
They stand there for a moment, letting you drink them in. Karina in black lace, Ningning in light blue cotton that somehow looks just as sexy. Their dancer's bodies—Karina's fuller curves and Ningning's delicate frame—on full display.
Holy fucking shit. This cannot be real.
"Like what you see?" Ningning asks, head tilted, eyes dark with want.
Words fail you entirely. You just nod, mouth dry.
They move toward you in perfect tandem, the bed dipping as they climb on either side of you. The heat of their bodies is scorching against your skin. Karina's mouth finds your chest first, her tongue tracing a wet path from your collarbone down to your nipple. She bites down gently, watching your reaction through hooded eyes. Ningning works on the other side, her lips softer but no less insistent, trailing open-mouthed kisses across your shoulder.
Their hands explore every inch of you—Karina's nails scraping down your abs, Ningning's fingers tracing the V-line of your hips. You feel Karina's teeth against your ribs, leaving marks that will be visible tomorrow at practice. Ningning's tongue darts out to taste the salt on your skin, her hands gripping your biceps, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.
They work their way down your body with agonizing slowness. Karina's mouth blazing a trail along your stomach while Ningning's lips press against each vertebra of your spine. The dual sensation of their tongues—one hot against your abs, the other tracing the dimples at the small of your back—has you practically panting.
"Fuck, he tastes good," Karina murmurs against your skin, her words vibrating through you.
"Let me," Ningning replies, and suddenly they're trading places, Karina's weight shifting behind you while Ningning moves to kneel between your legs. She presses her mouth to your stomach, tongue dipping into your navel, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your jeans.
Karina's breath is hot against the back of your neck, her full breasts pressed against your back, nipples hard even through the barrier of her bra. "You like that?" she whispers, her hands sliding around to your chest, fingers pinching your nipples just enough to make you hiss.
Ningning looks up at you from under her lashes, a wicked smile on her lips as she moves lower, her mouth now hovering just above the visible bulge in your jeans.
Karina slides around to your side, impatient. "Let's see what you're working with," she breathes, hunger evident in her voice.
Karina's mouth finds yours again, swallowing your groans as she continues to grind against you. Ningning turns your head, breaking the kiss so she can claim your mouth instead. You feel Karina's lips trail down your neck, your chest, moving lower with clear intent.
Their hands work at your jeans in tandem, Ningning popping the button open while Karina drags the zipper down with agonizing slowness. Karina's mouth finds yours again, kissing you deeply as Ningning tugs your jeans down your thighs, taking your boxers with them. She pulls them completely off your legs, tossing them somewhere behind her, leaving you fully exposed as your cock springs free, harder than you can ever remember being, already leaking at the tip.
"Oh my god!," Karina breathes, breaking the kiss to look down, genuine surprise in her voice.
Ningning crawls back up, pushing Karina aside to get a better view. "Let me see," she demands, her eyes widening as she takes you in. "Goddamn."
"Fuck, no wonder Yujin kept quiet about this," Karina says, wrapping her hand around you, testing your girth with her fingers barely meeting around your shaft. "Selfish bitch kept this all to herself."
"I can't believe our first threesome is with a dick this good," Ningning murmurs, her eyes fixed on Karina's hand stroking you slowly. "Wish I'd known what you were hiding under those practice sweats."
Karina nods in agreement, her thumb collecting the bead of precum from your tip and smearing it down your length. "Goddamn, we picked the right guy to skip with today."
Their reactions send a surge of confidence through you. The power dynamic shifts—their impressed expressions giving you an unexpected edge in whatever game you've all decided to play.
Maybe I can handle these two after all.
Karina recovers first, her confidence returning as she slides back onto your lap, this time with just her underwear separating you from her heat. She takes your hands, guiding them deliberately to her body—one to her breast, the other to her hip—while leaning in to kiss you deeply. Her tongue slides against yours, claiming your mouth as she grinds down against your exposed cock, the thin fabric of her panties already soaked through.
"Touch me," she commands against your lips, and you don't need to be told twice. Your fingers knead her full breast, feeling the hardened nipple through the lace as your other hand grips her hip, guiding her movements against you. The wet patch of her panties drags against your length, the friction making you both groan.
"Fuck, your tits feel even better than they look," you murmur against her mouth, gaining confidence as you squeeze harder, making her gasp.
Ningning circles behind you, her knees bracketing yours on the bed. Her hands slide over your shoulders, down your chest, her lips finding your ear. "She thinks she's in charge," she whispers, her teeth grazing your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine, "but we both know better, don't we?" Her fingers pinch your nipples, the sharp pain making your cock twitch against Karina.
You're sandwiched between them—Karina's weight on your lap, her body rolling against yours in a perfect rhythm, the lace of her bra scraping against your chest as she moves, and Ningning pressed against your back, her breasts soft against your shoulder blades, her breath hot on your neck. Karina's mouth leaves yours to trail along your jaw, down your neck, sucking hard enough to mark you, while Ningning's hands roam lower, one sliding between you and Karina to wrap around your cock.
"Fuck," you hiss as her cold fingers encircle you, giving a slow, tight stroke that has your hips bucking involuntarily, pushing you deeper into her grip and harder against Karina's core.
Karina moans at the increased pressure, her head falling back, platinum hair cascading down her back as she rocks harder against you. The movement pushes your cock along her slit through the thin fabric, the head catching on her clit with each stroke.
"I knew you'd feel this good," Karina breathes, eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure as she watches your face, her lipstick smudged, her cheeks flushed. She takes your hand from her hip, guiding it between her legs, pressing your fingers against the soaked lace. "Feel what you're doing to me."
Your fingers press against her through the fabric, feeling the slick heat there. You can feel how swollen she is, how wet, even through the barrier. You rub your thumb in slow circles, watching her face contort with pleasure.
"Goddamn," you breathe, feeling her wetness seep through the lace onto your fingers. "You're fucking soaked."
"Can you blame me?" she says, grinding harder against your hand, her movements becoming less coordinated as pleasure builds. "Who knew you were hiding all this..." She gasps as your thumb presses harder, her eyes fluttering shut momentarily.
Ningning's hand continues to stroke you, her grip tightening just beneath the head on each upstroke, twisting slightly in a way that has your thighs tensing. Her teeth find the junction of your neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to make you groan. "Don't forget about me," she whispers, her other hand reaching around to pull Karina's face toward her.
They kiss over your shoulder, messy and aggressive, all tongues and teeth, while their hands continue to work you both. You watch, entranced, as Karina moans into Ningning's mouth, her hips still moving against your hand, Ningning's fingers still wrapped tight around your cock.
The image of them kissing while touching you, while grinding against you, is almost enough to push you over the edge right there. You feel the familiar tightening, the building pressure. Ningning must sense it because she squeezes the base of your cock, staving off your orgasm.
"Not yet," she breathes against Karina's lips. "I want more than just my hand on him."
Karina pulls back from the kiss, lips swollen and wet. "Greedy bitch," she says, but there's no real heat behind it, just desire. She grinds against you one more time, the friction delicious but not enough, before lifting herself off your lap.
Before you can process what's happening, Karina drops to her knees between your legs, shoving them apart roughly. Her nails dig into your thighs as she positions herself, looking up at you through her lashes, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
"Hold on," she says, sitting back on her heels. She reaches behind her head, gathering her platinum hair in her hands. The movement lifts her chest, her arms raised, exposing the soft skin of her armpits and stretching the fabric of her bra against her breasts. She works quickly, twisting her hair into a messy bun at the top of her head.
The sight of her—arms raised, back arched slightly, body on display—makes your cock twitch with anticipation. She catches your reaction and smirks, knowing exactly what she's doing.
"Fuck, I need to taste it," she murmurs, her breath hot against your length. She runs her tongue from the base to the tip in one long, slow stroke, maintaining eye contact the entire time. When she reaches the head, she pulls back slightly, letting a string of saliva fall from her lips onto your cock. She works it in with her hand, coating you before wrapping her lips around the tip, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks.
Ningning watches intently from beside you, her hand absently stroking your thigh. As Karina works you deeper into her mouth, Ningning reaches behind her own back, unclasping her light blue bra. She slides the straps down her arms slowly, revealing her small, perfect breasts, the nipples already hard.
Your hand instinctively reaches for her, palm cupping the soft weight, thumb brushing over the hardened peak. She sighs at your touch, leaning into your hand as she watches Karina suck you.
The sight alone is almost enough to make you cum—Karina, the girl half the guys at school would kill to talk to, on her knees with your cock in her mouth, her platinum hair pulled up to give you a perfect view, while your hand explores Ningning's bare breast.
Karina takes you inch by inch, her tongue pressed flat against the underside, creating delicious pressure as she sucks. Her hand works what doesn't fit, twisting in tandem with her mouth's movements, spit already making her fingers glide smoothly along your shaft. You feel the vibration of her moan around you as she takes you deeper, the hot, wet pressure of her mouth making your toes curl.
She pulls back just enough to speak, her lips still brushing against your tip. "Fuck, you taste so good," she breathes, her eyes heavy-lidded with genuine pleasure. "Better than I thought you would."
She descends again, moaning around your length in a way that tells you she's enjoying this just as much as you are. The vibrations from her throat send shockwaves of pleasure through your cock.
"Jesus Christ," you breathe, your free hand instinctively going to Karina's hair, tangling in the loose strands that frame her face. She moans around you as you tug slightly, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure up your spine.
Just as you're settling into the sensation, she's yanked backward, Ningning's hand fisted in her hair, pulling hard enough to make Karina yelp.
"My turn," Ningning says, her voice sharper than before, edged with hunger. She moves between your legs, but first reaches behind Karina, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. "Take this off. I want to see you."
Karina complies, shrugging the black lace from her shoulders, her full breasts bouncing slightly as they're freed. Your mouth goes dry at the sight—both of them now topless, their dancer's bodies on full display.
Ningning sits back momentarily, mimicking Karina's earlier motion as she gathers her hair, arms raised above her head, body stretched long and lean. The position emphasizes the delicate curve of her waist, the subtle definition of her stomach. She secures her hair in a high ponytail, a few strands falling to frame her face.
"Much better," she says, settling between your legs. Rather than starting slow, she spits directly onto your cock, the warm saliva dripping down your length, trickling over your balls in a sensation that makes you shiver. She spreads it with both hands, stroking you a few times before wrapping her lips around you.
The first slide of her mouth around you is electric—different from Karina's technique, more aggressive from the start. She takes you deep immediately, your tip hitting the back of her throat, the muscles there contracting around you in a rippling sensation that makes your vision blur momentarily. You feel every millimeter of her throat closing around your head, squeezing in a way that's almost too intense.
She pulls back, gasping for air, but her eyes are bright with excitement. "Fuck, you're so big," she breathes, stroking you with her hand. "Feel so fucking good stretching my throat." She dives back down with enthusiasm, humming in satisfaction as she takes you deep again, the vibrations traveling through your entire length.
Karina moves to your side, pressing her now bare chest against your arm. Your hand immediately finds her breast, significantly fuller than Ningning's, the nipple stiff against your palm. You squeeze gently, drawing a soft moan from her as she watches Ningning take you deep.
The dual sensation is overwhelming—Ningning's hot mouth around your cock, taking you deeper than Karina had, her throat constricting rhythmically around your tip with each swallow, while your hands explore Karina's body, feeling the softness of her skin, the firmness of her breast in your palm.
This is not real life. This cannot be real life.
The sight of Ningning on her knees, lips stretched wide around your cock, eyes watering slightly as she takes you to the back of her throat, is almost too much. Her technique is different from Karina's—less teasing, more focused on depth and suction, her hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks. Each time she pulls back, you feel the cool air against your saliva-slick skin for just a moment before she descends again, taking you impossibly deep.
Karina presses closer, guiding your hand to her breast again while she watches Ningning work. Your fingers pinch her nipple lightly, drawing a soft gasp from her that turns into a smile. She leans in to kiss your neck, her teeth grazing your pulse point as Ningning continues to suck you, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the room.
"You're doing it wrong," Karina says after a minute, tugging Ningning's hair hard enough to make her release you with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva still connecting her lips to your glistening cock. She moves between your legs, gently pushing Ningning to the side.
Ningning doesn't move far. Instead, she shifts to your other side, pressing her small, firm breasts against your arm, guiding your hand to touch her as Karina had done. The contrast between them is striking—Karina's fuller, heavier breasts against Ningning's smaller, perkier ones, both equally perfect in different ways.
Your hands explore their bodies as they continue taking turns with your cock—feeling the taut muscles of their dancer's bodies, the softness of their breasts, the hardness of their nipples against your palms. Karina arches into your touch, more vocal in her enjoyment, while Ningning responds with subtle shifts of her body, pressing herself harder against your hand.
Karina pushes Ningning aside, but instead of taking you directly into her mouth, she gathers saliva and lets it fall in a long, obscene strand onto your cock. The warm wetness slides down your shaft, pooling at the base and dripping onto your balls, the sensation making your cock twitch visibly. She spreads it with both hands, one working the shaft while the other focuses on the head, applying more pressure on the upstroke. Her technique is more deliberate—twisting motions, varying pressure, her thumb occasionally swiping over the sensitive spot just beneath the head.
"Watch and learn," she tells Ningning before taking just the tip between her lips, sucking firmly while her hands continue their assault, working you with practiced precision. Each stroke is wetter than the last, her spit making obscene squelching sounds as she pumps you. You feel the suction of her mouth intensifying as she hollows her cheeks, the pressure building at the base of your spine.
She releases you with a gasp, her eyes glazed with arousal. "So fucking good," she moans, jerking you faster. "Love how you throb in my mouth." She's not performing anymore—the pleasure in her voice is raw and genuine as she takes you in again, moaning around your length like she's tasting something delicious.
Not to be outdone, Ningning moves closer. "Let me show you how it's really done," she says, nudging Karina to share. She gathers a mouthful of saliva and lets it drip directly onto your cock where Karina's hands are still working, the added wetness making the glide even smoother. The warm spit runs down to your balls, the tickling sensation making your thighs tense.
Then she ducks lower, her mouth finding your balls. She takes one gently between her lips, sucking lightly while Karina continues working the shaft, their combined efforts making your head spin. The contrast between Karina's firm strokes and Ningning's gentle suction creates a dual sensation that has you groaning, your hands tangling in the sheets.
Ningning hums against your sensitive skin, the vibration traveling up your shaft. "Mmm, I can feel you getting closer," she purrs, her breath hot against your balls. "Getting harder for us." She sucks again, moaning like she's savoring the taste and feel of you, her enthusiasm unmistakable.
Karina watches Ningning with growing arousal, her own breathing heavy. "He tastes so fucking good," she tells Ningning, almost reverently. "Like you wouldn't believe."
"Fuck," you groan, hips lifting involuntarily, the muscles in your stomach clenching. "This really your guys' first threesome? There's no fucking way you're both this perfect at this."
They exchange a look, something passing between them that you can't quite read. Then, without warning, they both move at once. Karina releases your cock from her grip, allowing Ningning to take you deep into her throat in one smooth motion, her nose pressing against your stomach as she swallows around you. The tight squeeze of her throat has you seeing stars, the rhythmic contractions milking your length as she holds herself there, her eyes watering from the effort. You hear a muffled moan vibrating around your cock as she takes you, a sound of pure pleasure that makes your hips buck involuntarily.
The sensation is indescribable—hot, wet pressure surrounding every inch of you, her throat muscles rippling involuntarily around your head, her tongue pressed flat against the underside of your shaft. You feel yourself hit the back of her throat and then push beyond, into the tighter passage that spasms around you.
When she pulls back for air, a thick strand of spit connects her lips to your cock. Before it can break, Karina leans forward, connecting her mouth to Ningning's through the spit strand, the two of them sharing a messy kiss with your cock between them. Their tongues visibly slide against each other, spit passing between their mouths before both turn their attention back to your cock.
"Holy shit," you breathe, unable to look away as they kiss, their tongues visibly sliding against each other, spit passing between their mouths before both turn their attention back to your cock.
Now they work in tandem, taking turns—Karina sucking the head while Ningning strokes the shaft with spit-slicked hands, then switching, Ningning taking you deep while Karina's hands massage your balls. The constant switching, the different pressures and sensations, the visual of them trading your cock between their mouths, is mind-bending.
Karina pulls off with a gasp, a line of spit connecting her bottom lip to your cock. Ningning immediately takes her place, but not before Karina spits directly onto your length, adding to the mess. Ningning works the extra wetness in with her hand before taking you deep again, her eyes watering as she pushes past her gag reflex.
The competition escalates further. Karina yanks Ningning off by her hair, replacing her mouth with her own. She takes you as deep as she can, gagging slightly but pushing through it, determined to outdo Ningning. When she comes up for air, Ningning is ready with another gob of spit, this time letting it fall into Karina's open mouth. Karina takes it, letting it mix with her own saliva before dripping it all onto your cock.
"Fuck," you groan, watching the exchange with wide eyes. The sight of Karina's mouth open, receiving Ningning's spit, then the combined wetness falling onto your cock, is filthier than anything you've ever seen.
They're getting progressively sloppier, wetter, messier with each passing minute. Ningning holds your cock at the base, pointing it toward Karina's waiting mouth, but before Karina can take you in, Ningning spits onto the head. Karina smiles, working the wetness in before adding her own spit, creating a growing puddle of saliva that drips down onto your balls.
The visual is obscene—both of their faces are wet with spit, their lipstick long gone, hair messed up from where you've grabbed it, eyes dark with desire as they work you between them. Your cock is coated in a sheen of their combined saliva, glistening in the fading light of Ningning's room.
The wetness is incredible—warm spit running down your shaft, pooling at the base, dripping onto your balls and beyond. Each stroke of their hands spreads it further, creating a slick, frictionless glide that has your toes curling. The sounds are just as filthy—wet suction, obscene slurping, the squelch of saliva between their fingers as they stroke you.
Then they change tactics. Instead of taking turns, they position themselves on either side of your cock. Karina takes the head into her mouth while Ningning works the shaft with her tongue, both of them moving in a synchronized rhythm that has your thighs tensing. You feel the different textures—Karina's soft lips sealed around your tip, the suction of her mouth pulling at you, while Ningning's tongue traces patterns along your shaft, occasionally dipping lower to tease your balls.
When they switch, it's seamless—Ningning taking the head while Karina's tongue traces patterns along the underside. Their eyes meet over your cock, some unspoken competition still driving them, but now they're working together to destroy you completely.
"He tastes so fucking good when he's about to cum," Karina whispers to Ningning, her voice raspy with desire. "Can you taste it?"
Ningning nods, her lips never leaving your skin. "Mmm, getting saltier," she agrees, moaning as she takes you into her mouth again. She pulls off with a wet pop. "Love how he twitches on my tongue."
Their obvious enjoyment, the way they're talking about you like you're some delicious treat they can't get enough of, pushes you even closer to the edge.
The most obscene moment comes when they both press their open mouths to either side of your shaft, essentially making out with each other with your cock between their lips. Their tongues slide against your skin and occasionally touch each other, sharing spit as they work you from base to tip. The sensation of both their tongues, both their mouths, both their breaths against your most sensitive skin has your head spinning.
"Jesus fucking Christ," you groan, your hands fisting in the sheets, hips lifting involuntarily. "I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," Karina says, pulling back, her hand squeezing the base of your cock hard enough to stave off your orgasm. Her lips are swollen, her chin and chest slick with spit and precum. "We're just getting started with you."
Ningning's eyes are dark with want as she looks up at you, her mouth and chin equally wet, a strand of saliva still connecting her bottom lip to the side of your cock. "We haven't even decided who goes first," she says, her voice raspy from taking you so deep.
Karina wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her gaze predatory. "And I'm not done showing off what I can do with my mouth."
Is this actually my life right now? How the fuck did I end up here?
The tension between your need to cum and their determination to edge you builds to a breaking point. Just as you think you can't take anymore, Ningning makes a decisive move, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you backward onto the bed.
"My turn to feel good," she announces, climbing up your body with predatory grace. Her small, perfect breasts hang above you as she straddles your chest, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of your torso. "Scoot back," she commands, waiting for you to shift until your head is properly on the bed.
Without hesitation, she moves forward, positioning herself directly over your face. Through the thin fabric of her panties, you can see how wet she is, a dark patch spreading across the cotton. The scent of her arousal hits you—sweet and musky and intoxicating.
"Show me what you did to Yujin," she demands, lowering herself until her covered core is just inches from your mouth.
You reach up, hooking your fingers into the sides of her panties, pulling them to the side to expose her completely. The sight of her pussy makes your mouth water—she's got a neat landing strip of dark hair leading down to otherwise perfectly bare lips. The contrast of the carefully maintained strip against her pale skin speaks to her personality—controlled yet still wild underneath. Her folds are delicate, pink and glistening with arousal, already swollen and parted slightly, revealing the deeper pink within. She's absolutely soaked, her wetness visible from her entrance all the way up to her small, perfect clit that peeks out from beneath its hood.
"Fuck, you're pretty," you murmur before lifting your head to run your tongue through her slit in one long, firm stroke, tasting her fully for the first time.
"Shit," she gasps, her thighs trembling slightly as she grips the headboard for support.
You continue exploring her with your tongue, learning what makes her breath hitch and her thighs quiver. You trace around her entrance, gathering her wetness before moving up to circle her clit, alternating pressure and speed to keep her guessing.
Meanwhile, Karina hasn't forgotten about your cock. You feel her mouth envelop you again, picking up where they left off, but with a new urgency. She takes you impossibly deep, her throat constricting around your head as her hands massage your balls.
"Don't forget about me down here," she whines when she comes up for air, her hand replacing her mouth as she strokes you firmly. "Just because she's getting your tongue doesn't mean I'm done with your cock."
The dual sensation—Ningning's wetness on your tongue, Karina's mouth and hand working your length—creates a sensory overload that makes your head spin. You grip Ningning's thighs, pulling her more firmly against your face, your tongue diving deeper into her heat.
"Fuck, your tongue is fucking insane," Ningning moans, her hips beginning to roll against your mouth with more purpose. "The way you—shit—the way you flick it right there."
You focus your attention on her clit, alternating between fast flutters and firm circular motions, watching her reactions to learn exactly what drives her wild. Her thighs tense and tremble around your head, her breathing becoming more labored.
"Oh my god, oh my god," she chants, grinding herself shamelessly against your face now. "Your fucking tongue, holy shit—don't stop, please don't stop."
From below, you hear and feel Karina's response—the wet suction of her mouth intensifies, her pace increasing to match your efforts on Ningning. The competition continues, each trying to divert your attention and pleasure to themselves.
"He's already shaking," Karina observes after pulling off your cock with a wet pop, her hand continuing to stroke you firmly. "His cock gets harder every time you moan, Ning."
Ningning looks down between her legs at you, then back over her shoulder at Karina. Without breaking the rhythm of her hips against your mouth, she reaches back with one hand. Karina meets her halfway, their fingers intertwining in a brief moment of unity despite their ongoing competition.
"Fuck, I think I could die on his tongue," Ningning confesses, her voice thick with pleasure but not quite at the breaking point. "No wonder Yujin kept coming back."
You feel a surge of pride at her words, doubling your efforts, flattening your tongue to provide a broad surface for her to grind against while occasionally dipping into her entrance. Her taste is addictive—tangy and sweet with a hint of something uniquely her. Your chin and lips are completely coated in her arousal now, the obscene wetness making filthy sounds with each movement.
As amazing as it feels having Ningning on your face, you're acutely aware of Karina working diligently between your legs, her mouth and hands tag-teaming your cock with relentless precision. Each time you feel yourself getting close, she backs off just enough, squeezing the base or slowing her rhythm to keep you right on the edge.
"You taste so fucking good," you murmur against Ningning's pussy, the vibration of your words making her gasp. "Could eat you for hours."
"Please," she whimpers, her body trembling with the effort of restraining her orgasm. She's close—you can feel it in the way her thighs tense, see it in the flush spreading across her chest, hear it in the pitch of her moans.
But before she can tip over the edge, you pull back slightly, easing the pressure on her clit, focusing instead on long, slow strokes through her folds. Her frustrated groan makes you smile against her wet flesh.
"Evil," she hisses, recognizing what you're doing—giving her just enough to keep her on the edge but not enough to push her over.
Two can play at that game.
You feel a newfound confidence swelling within you. Making Ningning tremble above you while Karina worships your cock below has awakened something primal and commanding. You're done being the passive recipient of their attention.
You grip Ningning's hips firmly, lifting her off your face despite her whine of protest. "Move," you tell her, your voice rougher than usual. "I want to try something else."
Ningning slides off you reluctantly, her chest heaving, lips swollen from biting them to hold back her moans. Karina looks up from between your legs, her chin wet with spit, eyes questioning.
"Get on your hands and knees," you tell Karina, sitting up and pointing to the middle of the bed. "Facing Ningning."
Karina's eyebrows raise, a slight smirk playing on her lips, but she complies, crawling into position on all fours across the bed. Her platinum hair falls around her face as she looks up at Ningning, who's watching this shift in dynamic with undisguised interest, still breathing heavily from her near-orgasm.
You position yourself behind Karina, taking a moment to appreciate the view—the elegant curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, the way her hair cascades down her back. You run your hands over her skin, feeling the goosebumps that rise in the wake of your touch.
With deliberate slowness, you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her thighs. The reveal is exquisite—unlike Ningning's landing strip, Karina is completely bare, her pussy smooth and flawlessly waxed. Her lips are fuller than Ningning's, her pink folds more pronounced, glistening with an abundance of arousal that's already begun dripping down her inner thighs. She's swollen with need, her entrance visibly pulsing as you watch.
"Fuck, look at you," you breathe, running a finger through her slick folds, collecting her wetness. She's so wet it makes an obscene sound, a lewd squelch that fills the room. "Soaked just from sucking my cock."
Karina looks back at you over her shoulder, eyes dark with want. "What are you waiting for?" she challenges, but the slight tremble in her voice betrays her desperation.
You grip your cock, still slick with their combined spit, and drag it through her folds, coating yourself in her wetness. The head catches on her clit, making her gasp and arch her back further.
"Please," she whispers, and the vulnerability in that single word hits you hard.
"Look at Ningning," you command, waiting until she turns her head forward.
Ningning has positioned herself cross-legged in front of Karina, close enough to touch, her eyes darting between Karina's face and your cock poised at her entrance.
This is it. This moment. After all the teasing, all the build-up, you're finally about to be inside one of them. The significance isn't lost on you—or them, judging by the anticipation crackling in the air.
You position yourself at her entrance, gripping her hips firmly with both hands, and then thrust forward in one smooth, relentless motion, burying yourself to the hilt inside her.
"Fucking hell!" Karina cries out, her arms nearly buckling from the sudden intrusion. She's impossibly tight around you, hot and wet and perfect. Her inner walls grip you like a vise, pulsing around your length in a way that nearly makes you cum on the spot.
"Goddamn," you hiss through clenched teeth, fighting for control. "So fucking tight."
You hold still for a moment, both to let her adjust and to regain your composure. The sensation is overwhelming—better than anything you could have imagined. Better than Yujin, better than anyone you've been with before.
Slowly, you pull back until just the tip remains inside, watching your length emerge coated in her arousal, before driving back in with deliberate force. She makes a choked sound, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, her fingers clutching desperately at the sheets.
"Eat her out," you command Karina, nodding toward Ningning. "Show her what that pretty mouth can do."
Ningning's eyes widen at your directive, but she doesn't hesitate. She scoots closer, positioning herself so her pussy is directly in front of Karina's face. Karina leans forward eagerly despite the distraction of your cock still pumping into her, her tongue darting out to taste Ningning.
You establish a rhythm, your hips meeting Karina's ass with increasingly forceful thrusts. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room, mixing with Karina's muffled moans against Ningning's pussy and Ningning's sharper gasps.
"That's it," you encourage, your hand sliding up Karina's spine before tangling in her platinum hair, pulling just enough to arch her back further. "Make her feel good while I fuck you."
The visual is pornographic—Karina on all fours, her face buried between Ningning's thighs, her ass raised high as you pound into her from behind. Your cock glistens with her arousal each time you pull back, her wetness making the glide effortless despite how tightly she grips you.
"Fuck, she's good with her tongue too," Ningning moans, her hand coming down to grip Karina's hair, holding her firmly in place. "Not as good as you, but still—ah!—still fucking amazing."
The praise spurs Karina on, making her work harder to prove herself. You can feel her determination in the way she pushes back against your thrusts, meeting you halfway, taking you impossibly deeper.
You bring your hand down on her ass in a sharp slap, watching the flesh jiggle and redden under your palm. Karina jerks forward with a muffled cry, her inner walls clenching around your cock in response.
"You like that?" you ask, doing it again, harder this time.
Her answering moan, vibrating against Ningning's core, is all the confirmation you need. You develop a rhythm—thrust, slap, thrust, slap—each impact making her tighten around you, each moan making Ningning gasp.
"Fuck, don't stop," Ningning pants, her hips rolling against Karina's face with increasing urgency. "She gets better every time you spank her—fuck!—it's like she's trying to earn it."
You can tell they're both getting close, teetering on the edge of release. Karina's pussy is gripping you with almost painful intensity, fluttering with each thrust in a way that signals her approaching orgasm. Ningning's thighs are trembling, her chest flushed, her breathing ragged as she grinds against Karina's eager mouth.
But you're not ready for this to end. Not yet.
You pull out of Karina suddenly, making her whine against Ningning's pussy. At the same time, you reach forward to pull her away from Ningning, denying them both their release.
"Not yet," you tell them, your voice rough with desire but commanding in a way that surprises even you. "I'm not done with either of you."
They both look at you with identical expressions of frustration and arousal—lips swollen, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed. Karina's mouth and chin glisten with Ningning's arousal, while Ningning's thighs are visibly trembling from how close she was.
"Don't forget about me," Ningning says, her eyes fixed on your cock, still hard and slick with Karina's juices. "I want to feel that too."
"You had his mouth," Karina argues, turning to glare at her friend despite her breathlessness. "My turn to have something."
"Your pussy isn't the only one that needs attention," Ningning shoots back, crawling closer to you. "He obviously likes how I taste better anyway."
"Bullshit," Karina scoffs, reaching for your cock possessively. "He was practically shaking inside me. Weren't you?" She looks up at you, seeking confirmation.
The competition between them reignites, both vying for your attention, both desperate to be the one who makes you lose control first. But you've found your footing in this dynamic now, no longer overwhelmed by their beauty or intimidated by their confidence.
You know exactly what you want to do next.
After pounding into Karina with increasingly forceful thrusts, your control begins to waver. The wet heat of her pussy, the sight of her platinum hair bouncing with each impact, the obscene sounds of your bodies meeting—it's all becoming too much.
"Fuck," you growl, suddenly pulling out completely with a lewd, wet sound. Your cock springs free, glistening with her arousal, bobbing heavily in the air between you. Karina whimpers at the loss, looking back at you over her shoulder with confusion and frustration in her eyes.
You take a deep breath, fighting for composure, and shift backward until you're settled against the headboard. Your cock stands at full attention, slick with Karina's arousal, veins prominent against the flushed skin, pulsing visibly with each heartbeat.
"Get over here," you command, voice rough with barely restrained desire. "Both of you."
The frustration on both their faces at being denied release only heightens your newfound confidence. Their flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and desperate eyes tell you everything you need to know—they're as close to the edge as you are.
"Ningning," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. "Come ride me. Karina, you're on ball duty."
Their eyes widen at your sudden assertiveness, but neither hesitates. Ningning practically scrambles toward you, her small breasts bouncing with the movement, eyes dark with hunger. She straddles your thighs, positioning herself above your cock, while Karina crawls between your spread legs, her platinum hair falling around her face as she looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and arousal.
Holy shit, who am I right now? When did I start giving orders to the two baddest girls at school?
You take a moment to truly look at Ningning hovering above you—her skin glistens with a fine sheen of sweat, making her body gleam in the scattered light. Droplets trail down between her breasts and along the defined lines of her dancer's abdomen. Her dark hair, once perfectly styled, now falls in messy strands around her face where it's escaped her ponytail. The contrast of her disheveled appearance against her usually perfect composure makes your cock throb with anticipation.
You reach up to trace the elegant curve of her collarbone, your finger dipping into the hollow at the base of her throat where sweat has pooled. Impulsively, you lean forward to lick the salt from her skin, dragging your tongue along the defined ridge before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She gasps at the sensation, her hands gripping your shoulders for balance.
"You taste fucking incredible," you murmur against her skin, your lips moving down to capture a bead of sweat trickling between her breasts. "Even your sweat is sweet."
Her head falls back, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat as you continue to explore her body with your mouth. Your hands roam freely, cupping her small, firm breasts, feeling the weight of them in your palms, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. They're incredibly responsive, stiffening further at your touch, drawing a whimper from her lips.
"Please," she whispers, her voice so different from her usual confident tone. "Need to feel you inside me now."
Ningning hovers above you, her entrance just brushing against your tip, teasing you both. You've had enough teasing. Your hands grip her narrow waist, fingertips digging into her soft skin as you pull her down onto your length in one forceful motion.
"Oh fuck!" she cries out, her body going rigid as you fill her completely. She's even tighter than Karina, her walls gripping you like a vise, her heat enveloping you in a way that makes your vision blur momentarily.
Her pussy feels different from Karina's—tighter, with more texture, gripping you in rhythmic pulses that suggest years of dance have strengthened muscles you're now benefiting from. Every tiny movement sends lightning through your nerve endings.
This cannot be real life. There's no way I'm inside Ningning right now with Karina watching. No fucking way.
You feel Karina's presence below, her breath hot against your thighs as she watches Ningning take you. The anticipation of her mouth on you while you're buried inside Ningning makes your cock swell even harder.
"Move," you growl, your hands still gripping Ningning's waist, guiding her into a rhythm. She begins to ride you, her hips rolling with a natural fluidity that showcases her dancer's body. Unlike Karina's more controlled movements, Ningning rides you with complete abandon, her head thrown back, small breasts bouncing with each drop of her hips.
Your hands slide from her waist to her ass, squeezing the firm globes, feeling the muscles flex and contract as she moves. Her skin is impossibly soft despite the toned muscle beneath. You spread her wider, your fingers digging into the supple flesh, controlling her movements even as she sets the pace.
Sweat drips down her temple, following the curve of her jaw before trailing down her neck. You lean forward to catch it with your tongue, tasting the salt of her exertion, the evidence of how hard she's working on your cock. Her hair has come further undone, dark strands sticking to her damp neck and shoulders, the ponytail now hanging by a thread.
"Fucking hell, you're deep," she gasps, her internal muscles clenching around you as she adjusts to your size. "Shit, shit, shit."
You feel Karina's mouth on your balls, her tongue lavishing attention on the sensitive skin while Ningning continues to ride you. Her lips are impossibly soft, contrasting with the occasional graze of teeth that makes your hips buck involuntarily. She sucks one into her mouth, the wet heat surrounding you from below as Ningning envelops you from above.
The dual sensation—Ningning's tight heat surrounding your cock, Karina's wet mouth on your balls—creates a pleasure so intense you have to grit your teeth to maintain control. Your hands tighten on Ningning's ass, fingers dipping between the cheeks, exploring every inch of her.
"Look at you," Karina murmurs against your skin, her breath hot and teasing. "Already about to bust for her. Your balls are so tight."
She's not wrong—your entire body is wound like a spring, tension building with each drop of Ningning's hips, each swipe of Karina's tongue. You can feel the pressure building at the base of your spine, your thighs tensing with the effort of holding back.
Her observation spurs you to reassert control. You tangle one hand in Ningning's hair, finding the loose ponytail and wrapping it around your fist before yanking her head back sharply, exposing the elegant line of her throat. The remaining hair tie snaps, releasing a cascade of dark waves that fall around her shoulders. She gasps, her pussy clenching around you in response, her rhythm faltering momentarily.
"Fuck, I love when you pull my hair," she moans, her pace increasing, taking you deeper with each drop of her hips. Her nails dig into your chest, leaving crescent-shaped marks that sting deliciously, adding tiny crescents of pain to the overwhelming pleasure.
You pull her down to crush your mouth against hers, swallowing her moans as you thrust up to meet her movements. Her lips are swollen from earlier kisses, softer now, yielding to your assault. You taste yourself on her tongue, mixed with her own unique flavor and the lingering sweetness of the Slurpee from earlier. The combination is intoxicating.
Your free hand slides up her sweat-slicked back, feeling each vertebra, each ripple of muscle beneath her skin. You trace the definition of her shoulder blades, the delicate curve of her spine, the subtle dimples at her lower back. Her body is a masterpiece of lean muscle and subtle curves, honed by years of dance but still undeniably feminine.
Karina's not content to be forgotten. She moves from your balls to nip at Ningning's thighs, leaving small red marks that make Ningning jerk and gasp above you. Her teeth graze the sensitive skin where thigh meets ass, leaving a trail of light bruises that will remind Ningning of this moment for days to come.
Then she presses her tongue flat against the place where your bodies join, tasting both of you with each of Ningning's movements. The added stimulation makes Ningning shudder, her inner walls fluttering around you. Karina's tongue slides up to tease Ningning's asshole, circling the tight ring of muscle before dipping back down to where you're connected.
"Oh god," Ningning whimpers, the added stimulation nearly pushing her over the edge. Her movements become erratic, desperate, her inner walls fluttering around your length in warning.
You can feel how close she is—her thighs trembling against yours, her breathing shallow and rapid, her pussy contracting in those telltale rhythmic pulses that signal impending orgasm. Her eyes are unfocused, lips parted, a flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck to her chest.
Not yet. I'm finally in control here, and I'm not letting it end this fast.
You're not ready to let her finish yet. With a sudden burst of strength, you lift her off you entirely, eliciting a cry of protest that cuts off when you manhandle her to the side, practically throwing her onto the mattress beside you.
Her body bounces slightly with the impact, her hair splaying across the sheets like dark ink, chest heaving with exertion and denied release. Her skin is flushed pink, nipples tight peaks begging for attention, thighs still spread with the memory of having you between them. A thin sheen of sweat makes her entire body glisten, highlighting every curve, every muscle, every dip and hollow of her dancer's physique.
"My turn with Karina," you state, your voice rough with arousal but commanding enough that neither questions you.
Karina's eyes darken with desire as she moves to take Ningning's place, but you stop her with a hand on her shoulder. Her skin is hot to the touch, slightly damp with exertion, surprisingly soft despite the toned muscle beneath. You can feel her pulse racing beneath your palm.
"Get your ass up here," you direct, indicating your face. "Wanna taste you while you ride me."
Her breath catches, pupils dilating until her eyes are nearly black, a fresh wave of arousal evident in the way she presses her thighs together momentarily. She complies immediately, positioning herself over your face, facing your feet, while reaching back to guide your cock into her waiting heat.
The position allows you full access to her pussy with your mouth while she controls the depth and pace of penetration. The view is spectacular—her round ass hovering above your face, her slick, swollen pussy lips parted and ready, the perfect curve of her spine leading up to her platinum hair cascading down her back.
As she sinks down onto your length, you grip her hips, pulling her core against your mouth simultaneously, your tongue finding her clit with unerring precision. The taste of her explodes across your tongue—tangy, sweet, with an underlying muskiness that's uniquely hers, different from Ningning's flavor but equally intoxicating.
She cries out, her body jerking at the dual penetration, her inner walls clenching around you. You feel her thighs trembling on either side of your head, her weight shifting as she struggles to maintain balance in the face of such intense stimulation.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," she chants, beginning to move on your cock while grinding against your mouth.
Where Ningning rode you with wild abandon, Karina's movements are calculated, controlled—each roll of her hips designed for maximum pleasure, each contraction of her inner muscles deliberate and devastating. She knows exactly how to angle herself to take you deepest, how to twist to hit her most sensitive spots, how to clench around you to create the perfect pressure.
Your hands roam her body, one gripping her hip to guide her movements, the other sliding up her sweat-slicked torso to find her breast. It fills your palm perfectly, heavier than Ningning's, the nipple stiff against your skin. You pinch it between your fingers, rolling it, tugging slightly, feeling her inner walls contract around your cock in response.
Your tongue works her clit relentlessly, circling the swollen bud before flattening against it, applying perfect pressure as she grinds down. Her taste becomes more intense as her arousal builds, her wetness coating your chin, dripping down your neck. You trace her entrance with your tongue, feeling where your cock stretches her, the tight ring of muscle yielding to your thickness.
That's the difference between them—Ningning all passion, Karina all precision. Both fucking incredible in completely different ways.
Ningning watches for a moment, her chest heaving, before moving to participate again. She positions herself beside your head, leaning down to whisper in your ear, her voice husky with arousal. Her breath is hot against your skin, her lips brushing your earlobe with each word, sending shivers down your spine.
"She thinks she can take you better than me," she murmurs, her hand trailing down to massage your balls as Karina continues to ride you. Her fingers are cool against your heated skin, gentle yet firm as they cup and roll, occasionally dipping lower to feel where you stretch Karina open. "But I had you deeper. I felt you throbbing inside me."
Karina hears her and responds with a particularly skillful twist of her hips that makes you groan against her flesh. The movement changes the angle, taking you impossibly deeper, her inner walls rippling along your length in a way that makes your toes curl.
"He's rock hard inside me," she shoots back, looking over her shoulder at Ningning with a triumphant smirk. Her platinum hair sticks to her sweat-dampened back in places, strands darkened by moisture. "Like, literally throbbing."
Their competitive banter continues as they trade positions again, this time with Ningning straddling you in reverse, her back to your chest. The view is spectacular—the elegant line of her spine, the subtle dimples at the small of her back, the perfect curve of her ass as she positions herself over your cock once more.
She sinks down slowly this time, savoring each inch as you fill her, her head falling back against your shoulder with a gasp when you're fully seated. Her hair, now completely free from its ponytail, spills all around you, tickling your chest, your neck, your face—dark, silky strands that smell faintly of coconut shampoo and her own unique scent.
Karina kneels beside you, her mouth finding your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before soothing it with her tongue. The contrast of her platinum hair against your skin is stark, beautiful, the strands sticking to your sweat-dampened chest as she moves.
You grip Ningning's hips, guiding her movements as she rides you with increasing urgency, her head falling back against your shoulder. Your hands slide up her torso, feeling the taut muscles of her stomach contract with each movement, the delicate ribs beneath her soft skin, before finding her small, perfect breasts.
They fit perfectly in your palms, the perfect handful, nipples stiff against your fingers. You pinch them lightly, rolling them between your fingers, feeling her pussy clench around you in response. Your mouth finds the side of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that will be visible for days.
"Fuck, the way you fill me," she gasps, her hand reaching back to tangle in your hair, pulling you into a messy kiss over her shoulder. The angle is awkward but intensely erotic, her tongue sliding against yours as she continues to move on your cock.
Her body is a furnace against yours, heat radiating from every inch of her skin, her sweat mingling with yours where your chests press together. You can feel her heartbeat, rapid and strong, her pulse fluttering beneath your lips when you break the kiss to suck at the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
Karina's hand slips between Ningning's legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles that make Ningning's rhythm stutter. "Let me help you," she offers, her voice innocent but her eyes calculating as she watches Ningning respond to her touch.
It's not cooperation so much as an extension of their competition—each trying to prove they can give and receive pleasure better than the other. Still, the effect is the same: Ningning moaning loudly as Karina's fingers work her clit, her pussy clenching rhythmically around your length.
They might be competing, but holy shit does it work in my favor.
You break the kiss to watch them, fascinated by the shifting dynamic. Karina leans forward to capture Ningning's mouth in a passionate kiss, swallowing her increasingly desperate moans while continuing to work her clit. Their tongues visibly slide against each other, the kiss open-mouthed and filthy, a performance as much for your benefit as for their own pleasure.
Your hands slide to Ningning's ass, spreading her cheeks, feeling where your cock disappears into her tight heat. The visual of them kissing while Ningning rides you, Karina's fingers visible between her legs, is almost enough to push you over the edge.
Sweat drips down your temple, your chest, your back—every inch of you is damp with exertion, muscles burning with the effort of maintaining control. The room smells of sex now, the sweet musk of their arousal mixed with sweat and the faint coconut of Ningning's shampoo creating an intoxicating blend that fills your lungs with each ragged breath.
"Switch," you command, your voice strained with the effort of holding back your orgasm. "Karina on my cock, Ningning on my face."
They separate reluctantly, exchanging a look that speaks volumes before repositioning themselves according to your instructions. The brief moment it takes them to adjust gives you a chance to regain some control, your breathing ragged, your cock throbbing painfully with need.
Karina sinks down onto you with a satisfied sigh, her pussy still incredibly tight despite how wet she is. Ningning straddles your face, her thighs bracketing your head, her scent intoxicating as you pull her down onto your waiting tongue.
What happens next is the most seamless teamwork you've seen from them so far. Karina leans forward to kiss Ningning deeply, their breasts pressing together as they move in synchronized rhythm—Karina riding your cock with deliberate precision, Ningning grinding against your tongue with increasing desperation.
Their hands explore each other's bodies, pinching nipples, tangling in hair, tracing curves with obvious familiarity. It's clear this isn't the first time they've touched each other this way, but the addition of you between them brings a new intensity to their interactions.
They work together now, their earlier competition forgotten in favor of a united goal: pushing you past the point of control. Karina's inner muscles contract around you in waves, milking your length with expert precision. Ningning grinds against your tongue with shameless abandon, her wetness coating your chin, her thighs trembling on either side of your head.
"Fuck, he's gonna cum," Karina observes, feeling your cock swell and pulse inside her. "I can feel it."
The sensation is overwhelming—Karina's pussy gripping your cock like a vise, her inner walls rippling along your length with practiced control, while Ningning floods your mouth with her arousal, her taste growing stronger as she gets closer to her own release. You feel the familiar tightening at the base of your spine, the tension building in your balls, the telltale throb of impending orgasm.
Ningning looks down at you between her legs, her eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," she says, both to you and Karina. "We're not done with him."
They exchange another look, some silent communication passing between them, before they both lift off you simultaneously. The sudden loss of stimulation makes you groan in frustration, your cock twitching in the cool air, your mouth still chasing Ningning's retreating heat.
"What the fuck," you hiss, your voice rough with need.
Are they seriously edging me right now? After I was finally about to—
They smile at your frustration, identical expressions of satisfied mischief on their flushed faces. The power dynamic shifts again as they move to position themselves on either side of you, their hands trailing teasingly across your sweat-slicked skin.
Your body is hypersensitive now, every touch amplified tenfold. Karina's fingers along your ribs feel like fire, Ningning's breath against your neck like a physical caress. Your cock stands proudly between you, harder than it's ever been, the head swollen and purple, veins prominent against the shaft, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
"We told you," Karina purrs, her fingers wrapping loosely around your aching cock, not providing nearly enough pressure. The touch is maddening—just enough to keep you on edge, not enough to provide relief. Her platinum hair falls across your chest as she leans over you, a few strands sticking to your sweat-dampened skin. "We're not done yet."
"You'll cum when we say," Ningning adds, her tongue darting out to flick across your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. Her dark eyes hold yours as she does it again, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before soothing it with her tongue. The contrast of sharp pain and soft pleasure makes your cock jerk in Karina's loose grip.
Your earlier dominance wavers in the face of their united assault, but you're not ready to surrender control completely. With a growl, you reach out, one hand tangling in Karina's platinum hair, the other gripping Ningning's hip hard enough to leave marks.
You feel the damp heat of Karina's scalp as you fist her hair, the moisture from her exertion making the strands cling to your fingers. On Ningning's hip, your fingers dig into the subtle curve, feeling the contrast of soft skin over firm muscle. Your grip is possessive, commanding, a clear statement that this power struggle isn't over yet.
"No," you state firmly, pulling Karina's face close to yours. Her platinum hair falls around you both like a curtain, individual strands clinging to the sweat on your face and neck. You can smell her shampoo—something expensive and floral—mixed with the musk of sex and the salt of her sweat. "I decide when this ends."
The authority in your voice makes both of them freeze, their eyes widening in surprise before darkening with renewed arousal. Karina's pupils dilate so completely her eyes look almost black, while Ningning's lips part on a shaky exhale.
"Yes, sir," Karina whispers, the unexpected honorific sending a shock of pleasure through your system. The word falls from her swollen lips with surprising naturalness, as if she's been waiting for the opportunity to say it.
Sir? Oh fuck, that's hot coming from her mouth.
Ningning nods her agreement, suddenly docile under your grip. "Whatever you want," she adds, her voice softer than you've heard it all day. The contrast between her usual sharp-tongued confidence and this new, yielding tone makes your cock throb painfully between you.
The surrender in their responses ignites something primal within you. You pull Karina into a bruising kiss, your teeth catching her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper. Her mouth opens immediately under yours, tongue sliding against yours in eager submission. Her platinum hair tangles around your fingers as you hold her in place, controlling the angle, the pressure, the depth of the kiss.
When you release her, her lips are even more swollen than before, a tiny drop of blood where your teeth caught her too hard. The sight of it—evidence of your intensity—makes something dark and satisfied unfurl in your chest.
You turn to Ningning, claiming her mouth with equal ferocity, your tongue pushing past her lips in a clear mimicry of what your cock has been doing to both of them. She yields immediately, moaning into the kiss, her small hand coming up to grip your bicep, feeling the muscle flex under her fingers.
The taste of them mingles on your tongue—Karina's cherry-sweetness, Ningning's slightly spicier flavor, both layered with the salt of sweat and the unique taste of their arousal from when they rode your face. The combination is intoxicating, driving you to deepen the kiss, to take more, to claim her completely.
You break the kiss, looking at them both with undisguised hunger. Their faces are flushed, lips swollen, eyes glazed with desire. Sweat makes their skin gleam in the fading afternoon light, highlighting the contours of their bodies—the swell of Karina's breasts, the elegant line of Ningning's collarbones, the defined muscles in both their stomachs from years of dance.
"Get on your backs," you command. "Side by side. Now."
They scramble to comply, positioning themselves as instructed, their earlier bratty competition replaced by eager compliance. They lie beside each other, legs spread, bodies on display for your approval. The contrast between them is striking—Karina's fuller curves and platinum hair against Ningning's more delicate frame and dark waves.
Both are covered in a fine sheen of sweat, their skin flushed pink with exertion and arousal. Ningning's small breasts rise and fall with her rapid breathing, the subtle definition in her stomach more visible now as she lies flat. Karina's fuller curves create shadows and valleys across her body, her platinum hair spread out across the pillow like spilled moonlight.
You move to kneel between them, looking down at the feast before you—Karina with her full breasts and perfectly waxed pussy, Ningning with her smaller, perkier breasts and neatly trimmed landing strip. Both of them flushed, breathing heavily, watching you with identical expressions of desperate need.
Your own body bears the marks of your encounter—small crescent-shaped indents from their nails, light bruises forming where their mouths have been too eager, sweat dripping down your chest and back. Your cock stands painfully erect between you, harder than you've ever been, throbbing with each heartbeat.
"Now," you say, your voice calm despite the fire raging through your veins, "let's see which one of you can take me better."
They exchange a glance—half challenge, half solidarity—before turning their attention back to you, waiting for whatever comes next.
I've got the two baddest dancers at school spread out for me. Bio test be damned—this is worth getting benched for.
And what comes next will test all three of you to your limits.
You move between them, your body radiating heat, muscles tense with anticipation. Your hand trails up Ningning's inner thigh, feeling her tremble beneath your touch, while you lean down to capture Karina's mouth in a hungry kiss.
"I want it first," Ningning demands, her voice a mixture of need and command. Her slender fingers wrap around your wrist, trying to guide your hand higher between her legs. The desperation in her tone sends a fresh surge of arousal through you.
Karina breaks the kiss, her breath coming in short pants against your lips. "Make him choose," she challenges, her eyes locked on Ningning's, then flicking back to yours. "Let's see who he really wants."
Jesus, even now they're competing. And I'm supposed to pick?
You pull back slightly, looking between them—both flushed, panting, their bodies on display just for you. An idea forms, something that will satisfy them both while maintaining your newfound control.
"I choose both," you state, your voice leaving no room for argument. "But I'm calling the shots."
Without warning, you move over Ningning, positioning yourself at her entrance. She's so wet you can see it glistening on her inner thighs, pooling slightly beneath her on the sheets. The head of your cock slides through her folds, gathering her arousal, the contact drawing a whimper from both of you.
When you finally push inside, the wet sound is obscene – a lewd squelch that echoes in the room, matching Ningning's sharp gasp as you stretch her open.
"Fuck, you're splitting me in half," she cries out, her back arching off the bed, small breasts pointing upward as you fill her completely. Her inner walls clamp down around you like a silken vise, rippling with involuntary spasms that nearly end you on the spot.
The sensation of her tight heat surrounding you again nearly makes your vision go white, but you hold on to your control by a thread, fingernails digging into your own palms as you fight the urge to come immediately.
You don't give her time to adjust, setting a brutal pace immediately, each thrust punctuated by the wet sound of her arousal and the sharp slap of your hips against the backs of her thighs. Her legs wrap around your waist instinctively, heels digging into your lower back, urging you deeper.
"God, don't stop," she gasps, each word punched out of her with your thrusts. Her hair splays across the pillow in dark waves, sticking to her sweat-slicked temples and cheeks. There's something almost painful in her expression as she takes you, a mixture of pleasure so intense it borders on agony.
You shift your angle, driving deeper, searching for that spot inside her that will make her fall apart. When your cock brushes against it, her reaction is immediate – her entire body seizes, back arching further, a broken sound torn from her throat.
"There! Right there!" she sobs, eyes wide and glassy, unfocused with pleasure. "Oh god, I'm gonna—"
But you haven't forgotten Karina. Your hand finds her core, two fingers sliding easily into her wet heat, thumb circling her clit with deliberate pressure. She gasps at the contact, hips bucking up to meet your hand.
"I need more than fingers," she demands, voice cracking with need as she watches you pound into Ningning. "She's hogging you."
You lean down, capturing one of Ningning's nipples between your teeth as you continue thrusting, the dual sensation making her cry out louder. The taste of her sweat-slicked skin is addictive – salt and something uniquely her that makes you want to lick every inch of her body.
Your fingers pick up speed inside Karina, curved perfectly to hit her g-spot while your thumb continues its assault on her clit. Her hips rise to meet each thrust of your hand, grinding against your palm, seeking more friction.
"I can feel how wet you are," you tell Karina, voice rough with exertion as you continue pounding into Ningning. "Soaked through. All for me."
Sweat pours down your back, drips from your forehead onto Ningning's chest, mingling with the perspiration already coating her skin. It slides between her small breasts, pooling in the hollow of her throat. Impulsively, you lean down to lick it away, tasting the salt on your tongue, feeling her pulse hammering beneath your lips.
The room fills with the sounds of your collective panting, moaning, the wet slap of flesh, the squelch of your fingers in Karina's pussy, the creak of the bed frame protesting your vigorous movements. The air is thick with the scent of sex – musky, primal, intoxicating.
Ningning's nails rake down your back, leaving burning trails that sting deliciously. Her inner walls flutter around you, signaling her approaching orgasm. Her eyes, which have been locked on yours, suddenly squeeze shut, brows drawing together in intense concentration.
"I can't—it's too—" she gasps, words failing her as pleasure overtakes her ability to form coherent thoughts.
You pull out suddenly, leaving her empty and gasping, hovering right at the edge of release. Before she can protest, you shift to Karina, removing your fingers from inside her only to replace them with your cock in one swift movement.
"Finally," Karina gasps, body arching up to meet your thrust. Her pussy welcomes you with a gush of wetness, the lewd sound filling the room as you bottom out inside her. She's different from Ningning—slightly less tight but wetter, hotter, inner walls undulating around your length in deliberate pulses that suggest years of practice.
Her legs immediately wrap around your waist, ankles crossing at the small of your back, pulling you deeper. The change in sensation is mind-bending – from Ningning's tight grip to Karina's silky heat, both equally devastating to your self-control.
Now it's Ningning's turn to receive your fingers, sliding easily into her abandoned pussy, still stretched from your cock and dripping with arousal. You find her g-spot with unerring accuracy, applying firm pressure that has her keening, back arching off the bed.
"No fair," she whimpers, eyes glassy with frustrated tears. "I was so close."
"You'll get your turn again," you promise, voice barely recognizable through your labored breathing. "Want to make it last."
You lean down to kiss Karina as you thrust into her, swallowing her moans. Her mouth is voracious against yours, tongue tangling with yours, teeth nipping at your lower lip. One of her hands tangles in your hair, pulling hard enough to send sparks of pain-pleasure down your spine.
"Feel how fucking wet I am for you?" she pants against your lips, inner muscles clenching deliberately around your length. "Been thinking about this since I first saw you in homeroom."
The confession, unexpected and raw, sends a fresh surge of arousal through you. Your hips stutter in their rhythm before driving deeper, harder, drawing a choked cry from her throat.
Beside you, Ningning grows impatient with just your fingers. She rises to her knees, moving closer until she can press her body against your side. Her small breasts brush against your arm, nipples hard points of contact that make your skin tingle.
"Let me help," she murmurs, surprising you as her hand slides down to where you're joined with Karina. Her slender fingers find Karina's clit, circling it with a practiced touch that suggests this isn't the first time she's touched her friend this way.
Karina's reaction is immediate – a sharp gasp, inner walls clenching around you, back arching to press her breasts up toward you. Her platinum hair fans out across the pillow, damp strands sticking to her flushed face and neck.
"Fuck, Ning," she breathes, using a nickname you've never heard before. "Just like that."
The sight of Ningning's darker fingers against Karina's pale flesh, the contrast of their skin tones as they work together to maximize pleasure, is possibly the hottest thing you've ever seen. Your cock throbs inside Karina at the visual, drawing a knowing smile from both girls.
"You like watching us together, don't you?" Karina purrs, voice thick with satisfaction. "Been playing with each other since sophomore year. Wondering when we'd find someone worth sharing."
The casual revelation sends your mind reeling, imagination filling with images of them together – Karina's head between Ningning's thighs, Ningning's fingers buried inside Karina, their bodies entwined in countless configurations.
Holy shit, this is actually happening.
You increase your pace, pounding into Karina with renewed vigor while maintaining the curl of your fingers inside Ningning. The awkward angle strains your wrist but the dual sensation of both their bodies clenching around different parts of you is worth any discomfort.
Suddenly, you withdraw from Karina, her disappointed whine cutting off as you move down her body. Your tongue finds her clit, sucking the swollen bud between your lips while three fingers thrust into her soaked entrance. She tastes incredible – tangy, sweet, with an underlying musk that's uniquely hers.
"Oh my GOD," she cries out, thighs immediately clamping around your head, one hand fisting in your hair to hold you in place. "Right there, don't you dare fucking stop!"
Your free hand continues working inside Ningning, her wetness covering your fingers, dripping down your wrist. The position is challenging but the sound of both girls moaning, their bodies writhing on either side of you, spurs you to push through the discomfort.
"His tongue," Karina gasps to Ningning, eyes wild, pupils blown wide. "You have no idea."
Instead of responding with words, Ningning leans down to capture one of Karina's nipples in her mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. The unexpected cooperation between them – Ningning pleasuring Karina while you work between her legs – creates a tableau of feminine beauty that's almost artful in its eroticism.
You alternate between them, mouth moving from Karina to Ningning, fingers filling whoever doesn't have your tongue, never letting either girl get too close to the edge before switching again. Their frustration builds with each denial, whimpers turning to pleas, then to demands.
"Please," Ningning begs, voice cracking, a tear escaping the corner of her eye to disappear into her hairline. "I need to come so bad it hurts."
"Let her finish," Karina surprises you by saying, her own voice shaky with need. "Want to watch her fall apart on your cock."
The request – so unlike her earlier competitive attitude – makes your decision for you. You move up Ningning's body, positioning yourself at her entrance once more. She's so wet now that you slide in effortlessly, her body accepting you with a soft squelch that should be embarrassing but is just incredibly hot.
"Yes," she hisses, hands immediately finding purchase on your shoulders, nails digging in. "Fuck me like you mean it."
You comply, setting a relentless pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. Her small body takes everything you give her, inner walls gripping you like a vise, fluttering with the beginning of her orgasm.
"Look at me," you command, one hand moving to cup her jaw, forcing her gaze to meet yours. "Want to see your eyes when you come."
Her gaze locks with yours, dark irises nearly swallowed by dilated pupils. There's something raw and vulnerable in her expression that contrasts sharply with her usual guarded demeanor. A single tear tracks down her temple, disappearing into her hairline—overwhelmed by sensation, by the intensity of feeling you so deep inside her.
You grip her small, firm breast in one hand, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple, while your other hand finds her throat. Not squeezing, just resting there, feeling her pulse race beneath your palm. The gesture is possessive, dominant, and her response is immediate—pupils dilating further, inner walls clenching around you.
"Going to come," she warns, voice thin and reedy, barely audible over the sound of your bodies meeting. "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't—"
Her words dissolve into a high-pitched keen as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy spasms around you in powerful waves, each contraction stronger than the last, milking your length with incredible strength. Her entire body goes rigid beneath you, back arched so dramatically only her head and hips remain on the mattress.
The sight of her coming undone – face contorted in ecstasy, throat working as she gasps for air, body surrendered completely to pleasure – burns itself into your memory with crystal clarity.
You continue thrusting through her orgasm, prolonging it, feeling each aftershock ripple through her overstimulated body. Only when her whimpers take on an edge of discomfort do you finally pull out, your cock glistening with her release, harder than it's ever been, angry red and pulsing with need.
Before you can move, Karina pushes you onto your back with surprising strength, swinging one leg over to straddle you. Her eyes are wild, desperate, platinum hair hanging in damp strands around her flushed face, lips swollen from kisses.
"My turn," she growls, positioning herself above your cock. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."
She sinks down onto your length in one fluid motion, taking you to the hilt with a satisfied groan. The wet heat of her pussy surrounds you, different from Ningning's but equally intoxicating. Where Ningning was all tight, gripping heat, Karina is velvet smoothness with deliberate control, her inner muscles rippling along your length in waves that suggest she's done her Kegels religiously.
"So fucking thick," she gasps, beginning to ride you with the perfect combination of speed and pressure. Her larger breasts bounce with each movement, nipples stiff peaks begging for attention. You reach up to cup them, feeling their weight in your palms, thumbs brushing over the sensitive tips.
She leans forward, changing the angle, her platinum hair falling around your faces like a curtain. The new position has the head of your cock dragging against her front wall with each movement, hitting that spot that makes her thighs tremble.
"Right there," she breathes against your lips, not quite kissing you, just sharing breath. "Can feel you so deep like this."
Ningning, still trembling from her recent orgasm, moves to join you. She positions herself beside you, her small hand sliding down your chest, over your stomach, to where you and Karina are joined. Her fingers find Karina's clit, circling it with practiced ease while her mouth finds your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
The dual sensation – Ningning's mouth on your chest, Karina's pussy gripping your cock, the visual of both girls working together to maximize pleasure – sends jolts of electricity down your spine, coiling at the base, threatening to push you over the edge embarrassingly quickly.
"Not yet," Karina commands, reading your expression with unsettling accuracy. She slows her movements, rising until just the head of your cock remains inside her before sinking back down with agonizing slowness. "Want this to last."
Ningning shifts positions, moving behind Karina now, her small hands reaching around to cup Karina's breasts, taking over where your hands just were. The visual is incredible – Ningning's darker skin against Karina's paleness, her delicate fingers pinching Karina's nipples as she continues to ride you.
Karina's head falls back against Ningning's shoulder, throat exposed, eyes closed in concentration as she chases her pleasure. Her inner walls flutter around your length, the beginning of what promises to be an intense orgasm.
"She's close," Ningning murmurs, looking down at you with dark eyes, her chin resting on Karina's shoulder. One of her hands slides down Karina's stomach to find her clit again, rubbing in tight circles as Karina continues to ride you with increasing urgency. "Can feel how tight she's getting."
The sight of them together – Karina bouncing on your cock while Ningning touches her from behind – combined with the incredible sensation of Karina's pussy gripping you like a silken vise, brings you dangerously close to the edge again. Your balls tighten painfully, pressure building at the base of your spine, every muscle in your body tensing with impending release.
"Gonna come inside you," you warn, voice tight with the effort of holding back. "Can't wait any longer."
"Yes," Karina hisses, movements becoming more erratic as her own orgasm approaches. "Fill me up. Want to feel it."
Her platinum hair sticks to her sweat-slicked back, strands darkened by moisture. Beads of sweat roll down between her breasts, along her stomach, glistening in the fading light. The scent of sex fills the room – musky, primal, intoxicating – mingling with the faint coconut of Ningning's shampoo and the cherry sweetness of Karina's lip gloss.
Behind her, Ningning continues her ministrations, one hand on Karina's clit, the other reaching down to cup your balls, feeling their tightness, the way they draw up close to your body as you approach your peak.
"He's about to explode," Ningning announces, voice husky with renewed arousal despite her recent orgasm. Her fingers massage your balls gently, adding another layer of sensation that pushes you closer to the brink. "Can feel how tight they are."
Karina's movements become more deliberate, grinding down on each downstroke, creating a corkscrew motion that has the head of your cock hitting every sensitive spot inside her. Her inner walls flutter around your length, the telltale beginning of her orgasm.
"Don't stop," she gasps, eyes locking with yours, pupils so dilated her blue eyes look almost black. "Please, I'm so close, I'm right there—"
Her words cut off as her orgasm hits, body going rigid above you, thighs clamping down on your hips with bruising force. Her pussy contracts around you in powerful waves, each pulse threatening to pull your own release from you. Her face contorts in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream, a single tear tracking down her flushed cheek as the intensity overwhelms her.
The visual of Karina coming undone above you – head thrown back against Ningning's shoulder, throat working as she tries to breathe through the pleasure, body trembling with the force of her release – combined with the rippling contractions of her pussy around your cock, finally shatters your control.
You grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises, fingertips digging into the soft flesh as you thrust up into her spasming heat. The first pulse of your orgasm hits with such intensity that your vision whites out momentarily, pleasure radiating from your core outward until every nerve ending is alight with sensation.
"Fuck, I'm coming," you growl, the words torn from your throat as you empty yourself inside her in hot, powerful spurts. Each pulse seems stronger than the last, your entire body seized in the grip of the most intense orgasm of your life. Your hips buck uncontrollably, driving deeper, prolonging the pleasure for both of you as her inner walls continue to milk every last drop from you.
Karina collapses forward onto your chest, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Her skin sticks to yours with sweat, her breathing ragged against your neck. Behind her, Ningning strokes her back gently, fingertips tracing the knobs of her spine with surprising tenderness.
For several minutes, the only sounds in the room are your collective breathing, gradually slowing as your heart rates return to something approaching normal. The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air, mingled with sweat and the faint traces of their different perfumes – Karina's expensive floral scent, Ningning's lighter coconut notes, both now thoroughly blended with the musk of shared pleasure.
Eventually, Karina shifts, wincing slightly as she lifts herself off your softening cock. A mixture of your release and her own arousal follows, dripping onto your stomach in a lewd display that somehow still manages to send a weak throb of interest through your spent cock.
She collapses beside you, one arm thrown across her eyes, chest still rising and falling with slightly labored breaths. Ningning moves to your other side, curling against you like a satisfied cat, her small hand coming to rest possessively on your chest.
The three of you lie there in sweat-soaked, satisfied silence, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in as your brain begins to function again. Your body feels simultaneously weightless and heavy, every muscle pleasantly exhausted, skin hypersensitive as you come down from the most intense experience of your life.
Ningning's fingers trace lazy patterns across your chest, occasionally circling a nipple, making you twitch despite your complete exhaustion. Her head rests in the crook of your shoulder, damp hair tickling your skin. You can feel her heartbeat gradually slowing where her small breasts press against your side.
Karina reaches for your free hand, intertwining her fingers with yours in a gesture that feels surprisingly intimate after everything you've just done. Her thumb strokes the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, sending tiny shivers up your arm.
"So much better than bio class," she murmurs, voice still slightly hoarse from all her moaning. "Worth missing that test for sure."
You laugh, the sound pulling from deep in your chest. "Coach is gonna kill me when I get benched, but yeah... definitely worth it."
Ningning lifts her head to look at you, dark eyes still soft with lingering pleasure. She leans in to place a gentle kiss on your lips – so different from the desperate, hungry kisses you shared earlier. This one is almost sweet, her lips soft and yielding against yours.
When she pulls back, Karina immediately takes her place, claiming her own kiss. Her style is different – a little deeper, her tongue briefly tracing your lower lip before she pulls away with a small nip that makes you gasp.
"We should make this a regular thing," Karina suggests, trying to sound casual despite the hint of eagerness in her voice. Her fingers continue their gentle exploration, trailing down your stomach now, circling your navel, deliberately avoiding your spent cock.
"Mmm," Ningning agrees, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Next time I go first though." The competitive edge is back in her voice, though softer now, wrapped in playfulness rather than genuine rivalry.
You find yourself laughing again, equal parts disbelief and delight. "There's going to be a next time?"
"Duh," they say in unison, then exchange a look and burst into giggles.
Karina props herself up on one elbow, pushing damp platinum strands behind her ear. With her makeup smudged and her hair a mess, she looks younger somehow, more like the girl who sits behind you in English rather than the untouchable dance team captain.
"I wonder if Yujin would want to join us sometime," she muses, glancing at both of you. "Now that I know about your little secret hookup."
Your face heats up at the mention of what you thought was your private encounter. "You think she'd be into this?"
Ningning shakes her head slightly. "She kept that whole thing with you totally quiet. Didn't even tell us, and we tell each other everything." She shoots a meaningful look at Karina. "She might not be into sharing."
"Maybe," Karina concedes with a thoughtful expression. "But I've seen how she looks at Ningning during practice."
Ningning rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of a blush on her cheeks. "Whatever."
"And I'm still determined to finish what Chaewon started with you at Jackson's party," Karina continues, poking Ningning's side playfully. "Before she chickened out."
"She didn't chicken out, she just got weird about it," Ningning protests, but there's a wistful quality to her voice. "Said she wasn't ready or something."
"Trust me," Karina says confidently, "if she saw what I just saw, she'd definitely be ready. We just need to ease her into it."
Your eyes widen at the casual way they're discussing expanding this... whatever this is. Your cock gives a valiant twitch despite being completely spent, drawing knowing smirks from both girls.
"Look at that," Karina teases, glancing down at your slight movement. "Someone likes the idea."
"Don't break him," Ningning warns, reaching across you to flick Karina's arm lightly. "We need him functional for next time."
Karina catches Ningning's hand, bringing it to her lips for a quick kiss before releasing it. The gesture speaks to a depth of connection between them that goes beyond the competitive dynamic you've witnessed so far.
"So what do you say?" Karina asks, blue eyes fixed on yours, one eyebrow raised in challenge. "Ready to be our regular class-skipping buddy?"
"With benefits," Ningning adds with a suggestive smile, her hand drifting dangerously close to your cock again, though it's far too soon for you to respond.
You think about your day just hours ago – boring, predictable, defined by classes and swim meets and the constant pressure to maintain your GPA. Then you look at these two incredible girls curled against you, their bodies warm and soft, offering something you never imagined would be within your reach.
"Bio test was today," you remind yourself aloud, wincing slightly. "I'm definitely getting a zero."
"You can make it up," Karina says with a dismissive wave. "Just tell Mr. Park you were sick or something."
Ningning nods in agreement, her fingers drawing circles on your chest. "No one's gonna believe you'd skip for no reason anyway. You're like, annoyingly responsible."
As they continue chatting, arms draped across your body, heads resting against your shoulders, you find yourself wondering what exactly you've gotten yourself into. The dance team's secret hookup? Their shared boyfriend? The guy lucky enough to be their favorite distraction?
Whatever this is, whatever label might eventually apply, one thing is certain: there's no way you're backing out now.
Bio test be damned, you think, pulling both girls closer as you sink into the comfort of Karina's bed.
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"hey ting, ready to practice?" you asked when she just arrived
"okay, wait up," she put her belonging on a bench in the corner of the practice hall.
you and xiaoting are a teammate for a dance sport since high school for chinese national team. you only focus to practice more with her so you can bring the gold medal for the country but something changed when you two enter the college, you feels like xiaoting changed become a beautiful woman, tall with slender body, her lips are so plump that make you want to kiss her.
you shrug the idea and try to focus on practice again. during practice you make some mistake that make xiaoting confused and slightly disappointed because you never make mistake before. you cannot focus because you must meet her eyes during practice and you see her plump lips that make you forgot the dance moves.
"let's take a rest a bit, you seem not focused today" she sighed, and you nodded.
you two take rest for a while but your minds are on somewhere else, you can't get off from the thought of her plump lips.
"her lips looks so soft" you thought.
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15 minutes later
"can we continue our practice now?" her voice woke you from your reverie,
"okay i'm ready, my bad for that mistake earlier" you stand up to prepare yourself to start practice again
"please focus" her eyes stare at you and you nodded.
you continued practice with her again but still can't focus on the dance moves. you tried hard to make up every mistakes you made but when you met her eyes again, your eyes always trail down to her lips and you lost focus again. now shit happens, you can't handle it that you have a throbbing cock touch her pussy through her skirt and she can feel it.
she pulled her head back to stare at you
"hey.. what are you thinking? i can feel you cock throbbing down there", she smirk and asked you
you shocked that you got caught and pull your body off her and apologized.
"it's okay, it seems you need to release tension" she said leaned in to your ear whispered while her hand moves down to your throbbing cock and caress it through your pants
you moan hissed on her ear as she stroke your cock through your pants. she wasted no time, kneeling down and unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants, pulling them down along with your boxer, surprising you again with her actions. she stares at your cock in awe and looks up to meet your eyes, her fingers touch the tip of your cock and it makes you shiver, rubs them against the underside of your cock.
her hands grip around your cock and start stroke it up and down slowly as she never leave your eyes to see your reaction. your precum start leaking and she lean in bring her mouth and take out her tongue to taste it. you moaned by her wet lips.
"hmm.. you taste sweet" she humming and open her lips slightly and take your cock to her mouth.
"Ahh... Ting," you groaned, your hands gripping her hair, guiding her to take you deeper. Her breath came in short gasps as she took you deeper, gagging slightly but relaxing her throat to accommodate you. She began bobbing her head up and down, taking you deeper with each thrust, your tip touching the back of her throat.
"I'm going to cum, Ting, if you blow me this good," you groaned, trying to push her head off your cock, but she only bobbed her head faster. You felt your orgasm building, holding her head still as you fucked her throat faster.
With a few more thrusts, you couldn't hold back any longer, exploding inside her mouth without warning. She gagged, forced to swallow your cum, some of it spilling out from the corners of her mouth.
Not long after you came inside her mouth, she pulled her head off your cock, showing you the remaining cum inside her mouth. She lapped her fingers to the cum on her chin, bringing it into her mouth before swallowing it all.
"Your cum is so tasty," she said, licking your cockhead clean.
you sat down limped still panting after you exploded in her mouth.
"Can you focus now? If you still can't focus, I will report you to our coach to kick you out from the national team," her voice ragged after swallowing your cum earlier.
"Okay, thank you by the way," your voice stuttered and nodded.
"I'm not giving you a blowjob for nothing. Understand?" Her voice was stern.
"Will she give me more blowjobs next time?" you thought and nodded again.
You pulled up your pants and straightened your clothes to continue training with her. You tried hard to focus again because you didn't want to be kicked out from the national team. It didn't feel like three hours had passed as you two practiced together to rebuild your chemistry after your earlier lack of focus.
"Okay, enough practice today," her voice ragged as she took a sip of water.
"That's more like the partner I know," "able to focus for the tournament like always," she added as she walked slowly toward you. You took a step back as she leaned in closer, your eyes once again locked on her lips.
"Wh-what are you doing, Ting?" your voice stuttered.
"Why? You don't like it? I thought you liked when I leaned in closer like this," her voice sultry as her gaze met yours. You just gulped, unable to deny that you liked when she was this close.
"If you can bring the gold medal like we always did, I will reward you," she smirked, challenging you
"What's the reward?" you asked.
"I'm not telling you," she said, sticking her tongue out.
Week after week, you both trained together to prepare for the Olympics. It doesn't feel like three months have passed, and the Olympics are only a week away. You feel nervous even though you've done this many times before, as if something is different about the Olympics this time. You sighed as you sat down on the bench in the practice hall and want to take a day off at least before the D-day.
“What’s wrong with you? You look tired”, “Are you nervous?” her voice startled you as she walk in to the room
“huh? how do you know? you frowned
“heyyy.. we are partner since high school, you fool. of course i know your expression” she smiled
“you want one day off?
”the fuck? how did you know that too? i got goosebumps, you like psychic read my mind like that” you showed your goosebumps to her
"Hehe... you're so cute," she said, sticking her tongue out. "No day off this week, the event is only a week away!!", “just remember my offered reward, it will make you work harder this week” she smirked
”and remember not to slack off on your training. otherwise, i won't give you the reward” her breath tickling your ear. After she said that, it made you want to work harder and get that reward—even though she hadn't told you what it was.
Finally, today is D-day. You try hard to shrug off your nerves while waiting your turn to go to the stage. Unaware that Xiaoting was already standing beside you, she held your hand to calm your nerves. You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to release the tension as the two of you were called to step onto the stage. you perform with her as you both have practiced and it’s relieving ended well, you stepped down from the stage and waiting the winner announcement now because you are the last contestant. And here it is, the point announcement came out and MC called out your name as a gold medalist, you smile happily and pull xiaoting hands to go to the podium. you both happy can bring another medal for your country, she jump and hug you as you both walk back to the green room.
“ting, now tell what is your reward?” you asked
“Are you that curious?” she smirked, “i’ll tell you when we back to practice hall”
you both packing up in the green room, and you pulled her hands once again to the practice room in no time and ask her again what’s the reward
"Someone's eager to know the reward," Ting smirked, her voice sultry as she began to strip herself. "Strip for me," she commanded.
You hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes was too much to resist. You began to undress, your eyes never leaving hers. Ting watched you, her eyes filled with desire.
"Come here," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. You walked toward her, your body already responding to her. Ting reached out and pulled you close, her lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss. You could taste the sweetness of her mouth, could feel the softness of her lips. You kissed her back, your tongue exploring her mouth. Ting moaned softly, her body pressing against yours.
She broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down your neck, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You gasped, your head falling back to give her better access. Ting's hands roamed over your body, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
She looked up at you, her eyes filled with desire. "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to make me feel good."
You nodded, your body already aching with need. Ting smiled and began to undress you, her hands shaking slightly with anticipation. You helped her, your eyes never leaving hers.
Once you were both naked, Ting pushed you down onto the mat, her body straddling yours. She leaned down and kissed you again, her tongue exploring your mouth. You could feel the heat of her pussy against your cock, could feel the wetness already gathering there.
Ting broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down your body, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You gasped as she took your nipple into her mouth, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She sucked and nibbled, her hands roaming over your body.
She looked up at you, her eyes filled with desire. "I want you to lick my pussy," she said, her voice barely above a whisper and moved up your body, her pussy hovering above your face. You could smell her arousal, could see the wetness already gathering there.
You reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto your face. You began to lick her pussy, your tongue exploring her folds. Ting moaned, her body writhing above you. You could taste her sweetness, could feel her clit throbbing against your tongue.
You sucked her clit into your mouth, your teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Ting cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. You continued to lick and suck, your hands roaming over her body.
Ting's body began to tremble, her breath coming in short gasps. "I'm going to cum," she gasped, her body tensing. You sucked her clit harder, your tongue flicking against it. Ting cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came.
You continued to lick her pussy, your tongue lapping up her juices. Ting's body slowly relaxed, her breath returning to normal. She looked down at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
"That was amazing," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now it's your turn."
She moved down your body, her lips trailing kisses as she went. You gasped as she took your cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. You could feel the heat of her mouth, could feel the suction as she began to suck.
You reached down and grabbed her head, your fingers tangling in her hair. You began to fuck her mouth, your hips thrusting up to meet her. Ting moaned, her mouth taking you deeper.
You could feel the pleasure building in your body, could feel the tension in your balls. "I'm going to cum," you gasped, your body tensing. Ting sucked harder, her mouth taking you deeper. You cried out, your body convulsing with pleasure as you came, your cock pulsing in her mouth.
Ting swallowed your cum, her mouth milking you dry. You slowly relaxed, your body sated. Ting looked up at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
"Tastes delicious" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm not done with you yet."
She moved up your body, her pussy hovering above your cock. You could feel the heat of her, could feel the wetness already gathering there. You reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto your cock.
You both moaned as you entered her, your cock filling her completely. Ting began to ride you, her body moving up and down on your cock. You could feel the pleasure building in your body, could feel the tension in your balls.
You reached up and grabbed her breasts, your fingers pinching her nipples. Ting moaned, her body writhing above you. You could feel her pussy clenching around your cock, could feel the wetness gathering there.
Ting's body began to tremble, her breath coming in short gasps. "I'm cumming," she gasped, her body tensing. You thrust up into her, your cock filling her completely. Ting cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came, her pussy clenching around your cock.
You continued to fuck her, your body chasing its own release. You could feel the pleasure building in your body, could feel the tension in your balls. "I'm going to cum," you gasped, your body tensing. Ting's pussy clenched around your cock, milking you as you came, your cock pulsing inside her.
You both slowly relaxed, your bodies sated. Ting looked down at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
"That was amazing," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think you've earned your reward. and you are mine now"
I HAD TO DO THIS!! This is made before she releases her choreo, so I don't really know if this would match the theme she has cooked in her head. But I can't wait T0T...and the story she put on ig just made me go feral, so here it is, fellas.
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Warnings: dom! Bada x sub! Reader. Smut Name-calling. G!P. Punishment. Controlling Bada. Toxic(?) Idk or is this how dom-sub dynamics work? Anyway, don't take anything too seriously, it's just my fantasy. Badly written smut. Over usage of 'kitten' and 'Mistress'. I wrote this as the first thing in the morning so don't blame me if it is bad. Please don't search for plot since it's non existent.
You just snuck out to go to the club without telling Bada knowing she wouldn't allow you to go there even if it were with your friends. So here you are, dancing in the club with no care in the world.
Until your phone buzzes and it's a text from Bada saying, "Kitten, you know you're not supposed to leave the house without my permission, especially not to some sketchy club. I can sense that you're out and about, and trust me, I'll find you. When I do, you're gonna regret ever trying to sneak around behind my back."
You shiver seeing the text. But you put your phone back and continue dancing, but you know in the back of your mind that you're in trouble.
She finds the location from your friends and storms into the club, her eyes scanning the crowd intensely. It doesn't take long before she spots you dancing under the red lights. She push through the sea of bodies, her jaw clenched tight. As she approaches, she grabs your wrist firmly.
You gasp as you look back.
She looks down at you with a fierce glare, her grip on your wrist tight. "Kitten, what did I just say about leaving the house without my permission?" she says loud enough for those around you to hear. She starts leading you towards the exit, not caring about the commotion she's causing.
"Bada....I'm not a kid..." you whine.
She pauses and looks at you with a stern expression "I don't care if you're not a kid, kitten. You're still under my care and protection, and sneaking out like this is unacceptable behavior."
You whine again, "You're always so controlling!"
She stops and turns to face you, her expression darkening "And you're always so disobedient. Maybe I need to remind you of your place." She drags you to the car and throws you and quickly drives back to your place.
As soon as you reach, she shuts the door behind you and pins you on the wall with her hand around your throat.
"Hng...bada.."
"You know what happens when you deliberately disobey me, kitten?" her voice low and threatening as she presses you against the wall. "All this time, you've been acting like a brat. I can spank your ass red or fuck you senseless as punishment."
You whine to protest but you are secretly excited and are already squeezing your thighs together to get friction.
She sees your action and smirks, "You little slut, are you getting wet because I'm threatening you?" She asks, her thumb caressing your jaw softly and then tightly gripping your chin.
She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "Dirty kitten, getting aroused by the idea of punishment? Naughty girl." She chuckles darkly, her other hand sliding down to grope your ass.
She roughly cups your core under your short tight dress and finds you already dripping wet.
She smirks when she feels the wetness on her fingers, confirming your arousal. "Looks like you want to be punished, kitten."
You try to grind against her hand but she pulls back too quick.
She unbuckles her belt and pulls her pants off leaving her in boxers as she sits on the couch, manspreading.
You continue squeezing your thighs together in search of relief.
She notices it and lets out a low growl. "Enough of that, kitten. Now, get on your knees and crawl to me."
You whimper as a shiver runs down your whole body, your body already jerking a little. You get on your fours as you crawl to her, doing exactly what she wants.
As you crawl to her on your knees, she reaches out and grabs your hair, pulling your head back to look up at her. "Good girl, now open your mouth and say 'I'm sorry for sneaking out, Mistress'."
You were already breathless and a whimpering mess, "Ngh...I'm sorry for sneaking out, Mistress"
"Such a good little kitten when you're properly trained, aren't you?" she purrs softly, pushing her dick against your lips after she pushed her boxers down. "Now open wider. You know what comes next." the belt that was on the side is now loosely around your neck, a symbol of her dominance.
You nod obediently.
She smiles, satisfied as you obediently open your mouth wide. She pushes it into your mouth, holding your head in place with one hand and the belt around your neck with the other. "Suck it like a good little slut."
As you start sucking her dick, she lets out a loud groan, her hips bucking slightly. "Fuck, you're so good at this, kitten." She tightens the belt around your neck slightly, applying gentle pressure.
You moan around her cock, slurping and taking her cock as much as you could.
Hearing your moan, she tightens the belt further, loving how submissive you are. She pulls your hair back hard, making you take her deeper. "Do you like choking on my dick, kitten?" she growls softly, hips bucking again.
You look up with glossy eyes, barely able to say anything except moaning around her dick.
Taking that as a yes answer. "Dirty little girl, getting aroused by almost being choked. " She shoves herself deeper, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag softly. "Are you wet, my little kitty?"
You nod slightly, your back arches and ass jutting out instinctively. She smirks, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop. She stands up and uses the belt to lead you to the bedroom, making you climb onto the bed on all fours. "Show me that wet little pussy, kitten."
She tears your dress off, not caring about it and pushes your panties to the side.
She unbuckles the belt around your neck and throws it aside, replacing it with her strong hand wrapped around your throat. She runs her other hand between your legs, feeling how wet you are. "Spread your legs wider, baby girl."
"Yes mistress..." your voice raspy as I follow.
She spreads your legs wider, running her fingers through your wet folds teasingly. "Such a good little kitten, taking orders so well." She chuckles, pushing two fingers inside you roughly. "You like that, baby girl?"
You nod frantically, immediately clenching around her fingers.
She curls her fingers inside you, hitting that spot that drives you wild. "Answer properly, kitten. 'Yes, Mistress'." She purrs, her thumb rubbing your puckered hole, teasingly. "You like being a good girl and spreading your legs for your Mistress?"
"Yes mistress" you say as you were on your fours on the bed, your ass moving back to get more contact.
She increases the pace of her fingers, fucking you roughly with them. "That's it, baby girl. You're such a good little kitten, taking Mistress's fingers so well. Now, I'm going to add something else inside you. Something bigger."
She removes her fingers, making you whimper. She spits in her palm and lubes up her thick dick. She smirks as she sees you pushing your ass back unconsciously, waiting. "You want my dick inside you, kitten?"
"Yes mistress"
She aligns herself and slowly pushes into you, stretching you out. "Fuck, you're so tight. Such a good little hole for Mistress to use." She grips your hips tightly and starts to move, thrusting into you deeply and roughly. "Take it, baby girl. you're not sleeping tonight, you're gonna be punished for sneaking out to that sketchy club"
You moan as your thighs shake already, pushing back to meet her thrusts.
She picks up the pace, pounding into you mercilessly. "This is what happens when you disobey, kitten. You get punished with Mistress's big dick. You're gonna be sore for days, and you'll think twice before sneaking out again." She reaches around and rubs your little clit roughly.
"Ah ahhh mistress!!"
Her fingers on your clit, combined with her thick dick inside you, pushes you over the edge. You cum hard, screaming in pleasure and pain as your pussy clenches around her dick. She keeps thrusting, using your own orgasm against you, prolonging your punishment.
"Mistress, I can't..." you whimper and whine, sobbing in pleasure.
"You can and you will, kitten." She smirks, her movements becoming more erratic as she nears her own climax. She bites down on your shoulder, marking you as she finally comes inside you, filling you up with her hot cum. She stays inside you, panting heavily.
Your hips jerk at the feeling of her cum inside you.
She rubs your still-sensitive clit.
"Ahhh!! Ngh...mistress!!"
You clench and flutter around her cock.
She moans at the sensation of your pussy pulsing around her cock. Even though she just came, your tight little hole is making her hard again. She smacks your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
She wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you onto her lap, keeping herself buried inside you. She starts bouncing you on her lap, holding your thighs apart with her legs.
You cry in over-sensitivity.
She kisses your shoulder gently, one hand teasing your nipples while the other holds your waist, controlling your movements up and down her dick. "You're being such a good little kitten, taking Mistress's cock like this. Such a good girl."
She starts to bounce you faster, her heavy balls slapping against your ass with each movement. She leans forward, pressing her chest against your back as she holds you close. "Mistress is going to keep you like this until you can't walk, understand?"
"Mistress....ahh...."
She continues bouncing you on her lap, her cock throbbing inside you as she speaks. "That's right, kitten. You're going to be stuck on Mistress's lap, getting fucked over and over again until you can't take it anymore. And then Mistress will start all over again."
She keeps making you cum over and over again, punishing you for sneaking out until you eventually pass out.
She gently lays you down on the bed, her softening dick slipping out of your sore and swollen pussy. She cleans you up tenderly with a warm cloth, humming softly to herself. She then gets in bed behind you, pulling you into her arms and wrapping the blankets around you both, "my pretty baby~" she kisses your nape.
You find yourself nestled on her chest the next morning, her large arms wrapped around you. She's awake, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she strokes your hair absently. She looks down at you as you stir, her expression unreadable. "You okay?"
You nod as you look up at her.
She strokes your hair "I have told you not to go to weird places like that alone or even with your friends. What if something bad had happened?"
You pout at her.
She wraps her arms around you tighter. "I'm serious, kitten. You're not allowed to sneak out or go anywhere without telling me first. Do you understand?" She looks at you sternly, her eyes boring into yours. "Answer me."
You nod.
She sighs softly, her stern expression softening as she cups your cheek gently. "Good girl. Your safety is important to me. I worry when you disappear like that." She leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Promise me you won't do it again."
"I promise..."
She smiles slightly, ruffling your hair. "Alright, I believe you. I'll get you some ice packs for your pussy down there and something for your breakfast"
"I'm really sore, I hate you" you pout but wouldn't admit that you loved her being dominant.
She chuckles, amused by your petty complaint despite the obvious enjoyment you got from last night's punishment session. She taps your pouting lip gently with her fingertip. "Sure, sure, you hate me. That's why you screamed my name so prettily while cumming over and over, right?"
You huff "That's because...because that's a natural response!"
She bursts out laughing, shaking her head. "Oh really? So it had nothing to do with how good Mistress's cock felt pounding your tight little pussy?" She teases, her smirk widening as she watches your cheeks flush red. "Nice try, kitten."
You face turns red as you slap her chest in embarrassment.
She catches your smaller hand mid-slap, entwining her large fingers with yours and pulling you into her chest. She chuckles, "Aww, look at you getting all embarrassed. It's even cuter than when you're pouting."
You huff again.
She kisses the top of your head, holding you close. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and fed. And then I'll give you those ice packs." She stands up, carrying you bridal style out of the bedroom. "And no more attitude, got it?"
"Fiiiiiine"
She sets you down gently on a kitchen chair, as she prepares breakfast. Despite the casual domestic scene, her touch reminds you of the dominant hold she had on you just hours ago. "Scrambled eggs and toast okay for you, little brat?
You blush and nod, staring at her features.
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I didn't re-read to check the mistakes, so....
I bet I'm gonna regret writing this when I'm sober(I'm high because Miss Ma'am pushed me into heat) nvm.
