a/n; get you a man who cums from eating pussy đť
cw: cursing, reader is evidently more experienced than him, reader has a coochie, smut â eating puh, jisung is a munch, heâs kinda subby!ji again
summary: jisung finally plucked up the courage to ask you out
<- previous part
knock, knock, double knock.
this was the unmistakable indication that you had arrived at park jisungâs front door. there was no one else who knocked like you and in the same way he liked knowing who was there before answering, he was also startled knowing it was you. nevertheless, he immediately opened up.
âhey, ji!â you held up a white plastic bag being weighed down by two boxes â a big one with a slightly smaller one balanced on top of it, âi brought the food.â
jisungâs eyes crinkled with a beaming smile, âhi.â
truthfully, there was more to jisungâs startled feelings when he identified your knock. after that very eventful movie night the two of you had about a week ago, jisung had discovered something about himself.
not only was he into you now, but he had been for a lot longer than he had originally thought. and so, he somehow managed to nervously ramble his way into asking you out. and miraculously (to him) you agreed.
so now here you were; angelic face smiling up at him and holding up a bag of chicken and fries. what more could a man posssibly need?
having your first date at jisungâs apartment was majorly your idea. after your last encounter, jisung had become⌠hyper-aware of his surroundings. yeah.
you had said something about jisung being âjumpy afâ? so you wanted to keep him in his ânatural habitatâ to calm him down. or something.
you set the bag of food down on his kitchen counter and took out the two boxes before reaching into his cabinets to get plates.
âisnât crazy that i know where everything is on the first date? i kinda feel like a stalker.â you mused.
jisung was leant up against the wall opposite you, head completely in the clouds while he watched you, âmm.â
ââmmâ? are you calling me a stalker, ji?â
he jolted up off the wall, âwhat no! when did i say that?â his eyes widened at you. yeah, jumpy as hell.
âoh my god,â you laughed at him, âhow are you still nervous when you asked me out? youâre ridiculous.â
jisung scratched the back of his neck. âiâm just a nervous person, i guess.â
âpfft, yeah, until youâre not.â
jisung covered his face in partial embarrassment, partial shock. you got his ass.
quietly, like you had said nothing at all, you started to shake half of the large portion of fries onto each plate and started sharing out the chicken. giving jisung a little more because you kinda have a crush on himmm omg.
âwell, you need to loosen up⌠wanna watch a movie while we eat?â
âi donât know⌠which one?â
âwanna watch superbad?â
âno.â jisung answered way too quickly making you burst out into laughter as your hand flew to his shoulder.
âyouâre so cute. letâs eat.â
â
you should have never let ji pick what to watch. you had found yourselves watching some pure bullshit that he found on youtube. a timelapse of some guy building a lego set. way to make the first date romantic.
âdo you let all your girls watch legos or am i special?â smoothly, you raised one of your legs onto jisungâs on the couch, popping the last of your fries into your mouth.
âactually,â jisung pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. holy shit. âyouâre the first.â
âiâm honoured, ji.â you rolled your eyes, raising your other leg so that they were both resting over jisungâs and you were facing him sideways on while his eyes were glued to the screen, âhonoured.â
he only hummed in response, absentmindedly holding onto one of your thighs while he stared onwards.
and then you got an idea.
suddenly, you removed your legs from over jisungâs, eliciting a barely audible whine from him. you put your lips close to his right ear. âi donât wanna watch this anymore, ji.â
âwhat, do you wanna watch a different builâ ouh.â
you started to kiss at the area just below his ear and his brain melted into mush. you whispered âi wanna do something else.â
âwâ uh, what do you wanna do?â
you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, cradled his face and brought his lips to yours, âyou havenât guessed by now?â
the peaks of jisungâs cheeks were flushed pink, âi have an idea but i-itâd be nice to hear from you. i like to hear you.â
âi think i wanna teach you something new.â
âyeah? yeah, yeah, ok.â heat prickled at the back of his neck.
âyouâve never gone down on someone before..? right?â
jisung blinked at you before laughing right in your face. you couldnât be serious.
âokay, damn. well, itâs pretty similar to making out and you kiss like youâre eating pussy anyway so. this should be easy.â
jisungâs eyes widened at your comment but nevertheless, he slid down from the couch onto his knees in front of you, bracing his hands on either sides of your thighs.
you took a deep breath. âso, a lot of girls like it when you tease a little before, uhm, before you start.â â were you nervous now?
jisung furrowed his brows at you, âwhat like making fun of you..?â
you laughed at him, âno, stupid. like foreplay.â
âoh.. oh! yeah i knew that. you should have justâ wait what should i do, then?â
you stroked his hair from above, âtry eating it over the panties.â
jisung started to push your skirt up your thighs before pausing, âis this a prank?â
ânope.â
he leaned forward, pressing a shy kiss on your pussy through your cotton underpants. jisung looked up at you to gage your reaction before going in to push a slightly more open mouthed kiss over your panties. the sigh that you let out from this made the tips of his ears burn a deep pink.
âdoes that feel nice?â ji looked up at you with his big brown eyes and you nodded down at him.
âplease keep going.â
experimentally, jisung licked a stripe down the middle of the fabric, making you moan and he moaned right back in response. âcan please i take the panties off? i wanna eat you out properly..â
with your permission, jisung pulled your panties down over your legs at a painfully slow pace. he reached his arms under your thighs to provide himself a better angle and started to press soft kisses on your inner thighs while you squirmed above him.
jisung ate you out like a man starved, sucking and licking at your clit as you tugged at his hair. he moaned and whined into your pussy â almost as if he was feeling more pleasure than you.
âcan i.. finger you? at the same time?â jisung furrowed his brows up at you, pleadingly. his chest was heaving and his eyes were glassyâ how could you say no?
âsure, baby.â
jisung slowly pushed his middle finger into your cunt, making you cry out in pleasure as he grazed your g-spot. the squeeze of your pussy around his finger made blood rush to his dick.
âji, can you curl that finger upwards for me?â
âlike this?â jisung curled his middle finger upwards against your walls and you swear your vision blurred for a sec.
âfuck, just like that, baby.â
the slow movement of jisungâs finger in and out of you combined with his soft, sloppy kisses on your clit drove your eyes into the back of your head. and the fact that jisung was whimpering under you was bringing you close to the edge.
âji, i think iâm gonna cum.â
âplease, please, cum. please cum on my face, y/n, i need it.â
yeah, that was it for you. the sound of jisungâs muffled begging as he sped up his movements led to your orgasm crashing over you in a silent wave of white hot pleasure.
jisung was left panting with his head leant against your thigh.
âyouâre so good, jisung. what the fuck.â
âyou came, right?â jisung pouted and you just chuckled.
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You didnât expect anything from today. Yunho and Yeosang had a full schedule, another packed fansign day for their latest comeback. You stayed behind at the apartment, hoodie swaddled and half asleep on their couch, the familiar hum of city noise outside barely registering over the background music coming from your phone as you were mid scroll, lazily tapping through stories when you saw it.
A video. It started innocent enough, blurry stage lights, excited fan captions. Then it cut to him. Yunho. Wearing it. The Spiderman mask with silver mesh lenses. Seamless contours. Matte finish. It clung to his jawline perfectly. The mask from his new suit. The one he got a week ago and swore was âjust for the collection.â The one he tried on in their living room as a joke, muscles rippling beneath the suitâs black compression layer, making a web slinging motion and asking in that dangerously smooth voice, âWanna see if it holds up under pressure?â
You had laughed then. Pretended it didnât affect you. Pretended your thighs didnât clench the second those lenses narrowed towards you, the illusion of expression far too real for your sanity. But now? Now he was wearing it in public. Onstage. Fully masked. That hoodie half zipped and slouched off one shoulder, revealing silver chains and a flash of skin. He wasnât even doing much, just standing, head slightly tilted, watching fans standing next to Wooyoung with that easy confidence, but you could already feel the burn creeping up your neck.
Your mouth went dry. You replayed the video. Then again. Each time, it got worse. The lenses on the mask shifted subtly, narrowing just a bit as he moved. Reacting. Tracking. Like it was really part of him. Like he was really Spiderman. You exhaled shakily, tossing your phone to the side. No. No, you were not going to get worked up over a mask. Not again. You were fine. You were totally cool.
Then you grabbed your phone back up. A new video. This time, he crouched. Classic Spiderman pose. One knee bent, one arm extended in a mock web sling. And even through the grainy camera footage and LED haze, you could see it, the muscle in his chest flexing beneath his shirt, the chain bouncing slightly against his collarbone. The way his mask tilted up toward someone off camera, lenses narrowing like a predator that knew it had the upper hand.
The apartment door clicked open just past 11:00 pm, followed by the low buzz of chatter and the telltale thump of Yunhoâs heavy sneakers hitting the entry mat. You were barefoot in the kitchen, didnât look up right away, just listened. You could hear Yeosang laugh first, light and familiar, and then Yunhoâs deeper voice murmuring something back as the two of them shuffled inside, both sounding tired but wired from the day.
You turned just in time to see him. Yunho stepped through the hallway, hoodie unzipped, silver chains catching the overhead light, still wearing the same outfit from the fansign. But it was the way he casually reached into his pocket, pulling it out, that made you freeze. The mask. That same Spiderman mask with the expressive eyes. He was holding it by the jaw, fingers lazily toying with the edge of the fabric like it was no big deal. Like it wasnât the exact thing that had kept you squirming on the couch all afternoon.
He didnât even see you yet. He was grinning at Yeosang, who was kicking off his sneakers behind him. âMan,â Yeosang huffed, grabbing a water from the fridge without looking, though he brushed past you with a smile. âYouâve been teasing atiny with that damn suit since before Christmas.â
Yunho laughed from the living room, low, smug. âI still havenât even posted the full photoset.â
âBecause you like watching them suffer,â Yeosang tossed over his shoulder as Yunho twirled the mask on one finger. âYouâre not wrong.â
You stared. Heat bloomed low in your stomach. You should look away. You should say something. But you couldnât, not with the way he looked holding that mask. Not with his hair a little messy, lips still curved in a half smirk, chains still resting against his collarbone.
You mustâve made a noise because suddenly Yunhoâs head turned as he walked into the kitchen, and those warm, deep brown eyes locked onto yours. And the smirk? It deepened. âOh,â he said softly. âHey, baby.â Your fingers tightened on the glass in your hand as the mask was still dangling from his fingers.
Yeosang stretched with a yawn, rubbing at the back of his neck as he padded toward the hallway. âIâm gonna shower before bed,â he mumbled, already halfway checked out. âTry not to break the kitchen counter while Iâm gone.â Yunho huffed a laugh, tossing the mask onto the counter beside him with a soft thud of synthetic fabric and tech mesh. âNo promises.â
You didnât move, barely even breathed. The moment Yeosang disappeared down the hallway and the bathroom door clicked shut, Yunho was already stepping toward you. No fanfare. No teasing grin. Just quiet purpose. He didnât say anything when he reached you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
The warmth of him hit instantly, broad chest pressed to your back, his hoodie soft against your tank top, the light jingle of his necklace brushing your collarbone as he inhaled deeply. Like he was grounding himself. Like he missed you. You felt his breath before you heard his voice as you placed your glass down on the counter.
âBeen getting home and youâre always asleep,â he murmured against your skin. âDidnât realize how much that was starting to fuck with me.â Your hand slid down to rest over his arm, fingers curling. âYou shouldâve woke me up,â You whispered. âYou looked too peaceful,â he replied, then pressed his lips to the slope of your neck, not a kiss, more like a pause. A moment of worship.
The tension youâd been holding all day, the ache from seeing him in that damn mask, started to melt under his touch. But then he shifted, just slightly, and you glanced down. The mask was still there. Sitting on the counter. And Yunhoâs hand reached for it again, fingers brushing the fabric like he knew. Knew exactly what had been driving you crazy. He didnât lift his head when he asked, soft and low, âDo you like it?â
You stepped forward, casually slipping from Yunhoâs arms like nothing had happened. Like your heart wasnât hammering in your chest from the way his voice dropped, or how his fingers ghosted the edge of that mask like it was a secret he was about to expose. You rounded the counter, pretending to check something in the fridge you didnât need. Cool air spilled out. You didnât care. Your voice came out smooth, too smooth. âLike what?â
Yunho didnât even blink as you turned back around, he was still watching you, chin tilted slightly down, eyes heavy lidded, lips curled in the faintest smirk. That unreadable Yunho expression that always meant trouble. His hand was still resting on the mask. âLike what,â he repeated slowly, gaze raking over you, âshe says.â
You shrugged. A little too nonchalant. âYouâve done a lot of things worth liking. Youâll have to be more specific.â
He chuckled under his breath, the sound rougher than it shouldâve been. âUh huh.â And then he straightened up, leaned casually on the counter with one arm as the other lifted the mask again. Not rushed. Just slow. Deliberate. He held it between two fingers, letting it dangle. Like bait. âYou looked at me like you were ready to climb me,â he said, voice low and fond, âwhen I tried this on last week.â
Your throat went dry.
âI saw you,â he added, cocking his head. âDonât think I didnât notice you biting your lip and pretending you werenât two seconds from combusting.â
You opened your mouth to retort but nothing came out. Nothing except a weak little breath that gave you away entirely. And Yunho knew he had you. He dropped the mask on the counter between you, stepping close again, close enough to cage you in without touching you. âYou want me to wear it again?â he asked, tone feather light but eyes locked on yours. âRight now?â
You didnât answer him. Not with words. Not right away. Instead, you pushed past him, brushing against his chest deliberately, a quiet defiance in the way your shoulder bumped his. Your footsteps padded across the apartment floor, calm, unhurried, but with purpose, like you hadnât just been wrecked by the question he asked. Like your heart wasnât jackhammering in your chest.
Yunho turned, watching you go, and just before you reached the hallway, you glanced over your shoulder and said it. âJust the mask.â Then you disappeared down the hall.
For a second, everything was still. Silent. Then Yunho huffed a low laugh, shaking his head as he reached for the mask. âFuck, I love her.â He said it like a confession. Like a promise. Like a man already halfway undone. The mask was back in his grip before he followed you. His footsteps didnât rush, but they were steady, controlled, deliberate. Each one heavier than the last, like the weight of anticipation was settling in his spine.
You didnât wait in bed. No, you stood just inside his bedroom, back facing the door, arms crossed, hip cocked like you had every intention of making him work for it. And when you heard the floorboards creak, you turned just as he reached the threshold. Just as he pulled the mask down.
And god help you, the second those lenses shifted, tightening slightly, zeroing in on you like a target locked, you swore your knees almost buckled. Yunho didnât speak. Not with his mouth, anyway. He didnât have to. The slow way he stepped inside, the way the door shut behind him with a soft click, the way he tilted his head and dragged his gaze down your body through chrome tinted eyes, it said enough.
You donât move when he steps closer. You let him close the distance one measured step at a time, until the room feels smaller, thicker, like the air itself is holding its breath. The lenses track you the whole way, narrowing just a touch as he stops a foot in front of you. Not touching. Not yet.
You lift your chin. For a split second, you think he might say something. Tease you. Ruin you with that low voice through the mask. Instead, youâre the one who breaks the silence. âStrip.â Itâs calm. Even. Almost lazy. And thatâs when he laughs. Itâs quiet, muffled by the mask, but unmistakable. A warm, low chuckle that curls through the room and straight into your stomach. He tilts his head, slow and amused, like heâs looking at you through a very different lens now. âOh,â he says, voice distorted just enough to make it dangerous. âSo weâre not pretending anymore.â
You donât back down. You donât blink. His hands come up, not to touch you, but to hook into the hem of his hoodie. He doesnât pull it off right away. He pauses, thumbs pressing into the fabric, shoulders rolling back slightly like heâs stretching on purpose. Like heâs enjoying the show on your face. âYou spend all day trying not to think about it, didnât you,â he continues lightly, teasing, âand now you wanna tell me what to do?â
The hoodie slides up along with the white tank top he has on, slowly, deliberately, baring his stomach inch by inch before he finally pulls it over his head and lets it drop to the floor. The chain settles back against his chest with a soft clink. The mask still on as he takes another step forward. âCute,â he murmurs. âYou trying to be in charge.â
You swallow, heat pooling low, but you donât move. Donât give him the satisfaction. âKeep going,â you say. That makes him pause. Just for a beat. And you can tell, feel, the shift. The way the teasing eases into something heavier. More intent. His shoulders square, hands sliding to the waistband of his pants as he studies you like heâs deciding how long heâll let this last. âCareful,â he warns softly. âIf you keep this up, I might forget Iâm supposed to let you think youâre winning.â
He didnât wait for another command. The mask stayed on, lenses still fixed on you like he could see straight through every layer of calm you were pretending to wear. But his hands moved to the waistband of his pants, slow and easy, like this wasnât affecting him at all. Like the room wasnât practically vibrating with the tension now.
He pushed them down. Gray sweats slid over those strong thighs, hips shifting slightly as he stepped out of them and there they were. His boxers. You didnât even blink. Bright red with the Spiderman logo splashed across the thigh, webbing detail stitched along the waistband like it was made to match the mask. Which, knowing him, it probably was. You stared at them. Then lifted your eyes back to his face, or at least, the mask.
He stood there like he knew exactly what he was doing. Because he did. You arched a brow. âReally?â He tilted his head again, lenses shifting to give the impression of a smirk. âDonât act surprised,â he said, voice smooth through the mask. âYouâve folded at least three pairs of these this week.â You had. You definitely had. But none of those moments involved him wearing the matching damn mask, looking like a full blown fantasy that walked straight out of your web slinging, shame filled imagination.
You tried to keep your expression neutral, tried not to give him the satisfaction, but it was already there, the way your breath caught, the way your fingers curled slightly at your sides. Yunho saw it. Of course he did. And he took one slow step forward. âYou gonna keep making the rules,â he asked, âor are you gonna let me break them?â
You didnât answer him. You just dropped to your knees. No hesitation, just the soft sound of your knees hitting the floor and the slow drag of your hands up his thighs. Yunho didnât move. Not at first. He stood there, looming over you, arms relaxed at his sides, chest rising and falling slow and steady. But those lenses? They shifted. Slightly narrowed, locked on you like a predator watching prey. Responsive. Alive. Your reflection warped in them as you looked up. And god, it was too much. The way the mask stared back, unreadable, inhuman, but unmistakably him. Yunho. The man youâd been aching over all day. The man who wore your obsession like armor now, his whole body humming with restraint.
Your fingers hooked the waistband of his ridiculous boxers, tugging them down slowly, teasing yourself just as much as him. You didnât even bother pretending you were calm anymore. Not when he stepped out of them and the lenses tilted, just barely, tracking the path of your hands as they grazed up his thighs again.
Yunho was already hard. And when you looked up, mouth inches from him, the mask stared back like it was about to command you to worship. He didnât say a word. Didnât need to. Your own breath betrayed you again, a shaky exhale as your hand wrapped around the base of him, thumb sliding across the tip like a promise. And above you? Those eyes. Those damn eyes. Alive, watching, hungry.
You let your tongue flick out, just once, swiping across the tip of him with slow, deliberate heat. The taste of him already on your tongue, the weight of him in your hand. You could feel how hard he was, how much he was holding back. And still, you looked up. Tilted your head, lashes batting just a little for effect as you gave him your most dangerous smile. âDo you want to fuck my mouth, Spidey?â
The room went silent. Yunho didnât move. Didnât breathe. The mask stared down at you, lenses flicking wider for half a second like he hadnât expected that, like his entire brain had just blue screened. âDid you just fucking call me Spidey?â he asked, voice cracking around a stunned laugh. Rough and low and already wrecked. The shift was immediate.
He twitched in your grip, hips tilting forward slightly like his body was answering before his mouth could. You saw it, felt it, and you knew youâd hit the target dead center. âOh my god,â he groaned, hand flying up to his mask like he needed a second to recalibrate. âYouâŚ. fuck⌠youâre such a menace.â But he didnât tell you to stop. Didnât tell you to behave.
No, he stepped closer instead, the tip of him brushing your lips now, and those masked eyes narrowed down at you with something dark, something dangerous, something that screamed, You asked for this.
âOpen your mouth, baby,â he growled, hips already tense. âLetâs see how much web you can handle.â
You let out a soft, breathless laugh. Because of course he said that. God, he was such a nerd. But damn if it didnât make your thighs clench. Still smiling, you leaned in and finally wrapped your lips around him, slow and smooth, letting the weight of him press against your tongue as you eased him into your mouth. The sound Yunho made through the mask, that sound, was pure ruin.
His hands found your head almost instantly, fingers sliding through your hair with more care than control, letting you set the pace. Letting you move the way you wanted. At first. You started slow. Long drags of your mouth down his length, your tongue curling around him, tasting, teasing. You pulled back with a wet pop just to swirl your tongue at the tip again, watching his thighs tense under your hands. He was already trembling, breathing hard through the mask.
And those eyes, god, those moving eyes were locked on you like a fucking surveillance drone, every flicker of movement tracking your mouth, your hands, the way your lips stretched around him. âFucking hell,â Yunho groaned, low and breathless, hands tightening just slightly. âYou lookâŚ. fuck, you look so good like this.â
You took him deeper. Not all at once, but enough to make his hips jerk, his breath stutter, his grip flex against your scalp as he tried not to thrust. You didnât stop. You picked up speed, slow to steady, steady to hungry. Letting your mouth do all the work, letting him feel every inch of you around him, warm and wet and relentless. And still, he let you lead. Still, he held back. But not for long. Because the second your eyes flicked up and you moaned around him?
Those lenses narrowed. And Yunhoâs control shattered as your lips brushed the base, throat tightening around him, a soft choke followed by a moan that vibrated straight through his core.
That did it.
His fingers clenched hard in your hair, one hand slipping to cradle the back of your head, the other bracing against the wall beside you. âFuck,â he hissed, voice gritty and warped through the mask. âThatâs it.â His hips thrust forward, a sharp, sudden movement that shoved him deeper into your mouth, making your eyes flutter as your hands gripped his thighs for balance. He paused for half a second, just enough to make sure you could take it, to feel you adjust, and then he started moving.
Rough. Relentless. Controlled only by the tension in his jaw and the ragged moans pouring out of him. âShit⌠look at you,â he groaned, voice wrecked and low, âtaking it like thatâŚ. fuck, baby⌠you love this, donât you?â The mask lenses narrowed, tracking the tears welling in your eyes, the drool sliding down your chin, the flushed heat burning across your cheeks. He could see the mess he was making of you, the way your throat flexed around him, gagging just enough to make him growl.
âYouâre so good for me,â he gasped. âSo good.â He didnât let up. Not until your hands were clawing at his thighs, not until your moans turned breathless, your body shuddering as he used your mouth like heâd waited his whole life for this moment. Like the mask gave him permission to finally let go. And god, was he letting go.
He was close. You felt it. Every thrust of his hips grew sharper, his breath ragged through the mask, hips jerking like he was right on the edge. But just when you thought heâd let go, when you were bracing for it, he yanked you up.
Your mouth slipped off him with a gasp, eyes wide, lips swollen and wet as he hauled you to your feet like you weighed nothing. His chest rose and fell in hard, unsteady waves, the lenses on the mask narrowed tight in on you. Then, slowly, he reached up and pushed the mask back just enough to free his mouth.
Only his mouth. The rest stayed on. âTake those fucking clothes off,â he growled, voice raw and low and furious with need.
You barely moved before he was already helping you, yanking your tank up, hands skimming over bare skin, tugging at your shorts and underwear with such urgency it made your breath hitch. You stumbled back onto the bed naked, flushed and still catching up when Yunho dropped to his knees again.
He didnât wait. He didnât tease. He spread your thighs with one strong hand, the other bracing beside your hip as he lowered his mouth to you, and the moment his tongue made contact, your whole body jolted like heâd hit a live wire. The mask still on. Those eyes locked.
Even as he licked a slow stripe up your center, even as he groaned into you because it had had been days, the lenses didnât look away. They watched you. Every shiver. Every twitch. Every breathless moan that spilled out when he finally thrust his tongue deep inside you.
Your hands flew to his hair by instinct, but instead of gripping soft strands, your fingers scrambled for purchase on the smooth edges of his mask. One palm cradled his temple, the other curling at the side of his head, clutching like you could anchor yourself there.
And he loved it. You could feel it in the way he groaned into you again, deeper this time, tongue fucking into you with a rhythm that made your legs shake, your hips roll, your head fall back onto the mattress. âYunhoâŚâ
He stopped. Pulled back. The sudden loss of his mouth made your whole body jerk, a broken sound catching in your throat. You barely had time to look down before he lifted his head, lips shiny with your arousal, the bottom edge of his mask now resting just above that smug, ruined mouth.
And those eyes, still narrowed. Still locked on you as you blinked down at him, chest heaving. âYunho?â
âNo.â
His voice was low. Firm. He didnât raise it, didnât need to. But that one word made your breath catch. He crawled up, slow and fluid, all muscle and tension as he kissed his way up your body, over your thighs, your stomach, the center of your chest, until his face hovered just above yours, his weight settling between your legs.
âI donât want to hear my name right now,â he whispered against your jaw, breath hot. âSay it.â
You swallowed hard, eyes wide, lips parting on instinct. âSpidey.â
God, you barely got it out before he groaned, deep and low, and slammed his tongue back between your legs like he was starved. He licked you open like he couldnât help himself, devouring you, dragging wet, messy sounds out of you that echoed off the walls. You were already shaking when he pulled back again, just enough to grab you by the hips and drag you up the bed. Then he kissed up your body, to your throat. The mask pressed against your skin with every pass.
And finally, his forehead rested against yours. One hand planted beside your head. The other? Thrust. Two fingers buried deep inside you in one smooth, curling motion that made your back arch off the mattress. You gasped, sharp, ragged, and his mouth brushed yours like a threat.
âYou like being fucked by Spidey that much, baby?â he whispered, thrusting his fingers again, slower this time.
Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Because just as you tried to speak, to answer, to beg, Yunho pushed a third finger into you and your whole body jerked. âAh⌠fuck!â
The stretch made your thighs tremble, your head fall back, a choked sob tearing from your throat as his fingers filled you completely now, thick and deep and relentless. He didnât let up. Not even a little. He drove them into you, curling up, hitting that spot over and over until you were practically convulsing, fingers scrabbling at the sheets like you could dig your way out from under the pleasure.
âLook at you,â he murmured, voice low and wrecked, that damn mask still pressed to your forehead as he watched every twitch of your face. âCanât even answer me now.â
The wet slosh of your slick echoed with every thrust of his hand, obscene, raw, like your body didnât know how to contain it anymore. You were soaking him. His palm. The sheets beneath you. It was everywhere.
And still, he kept going. Kept pumping into you, faster, harder, the squelch of it rising with every stroke until you were right there, hips bucking, mouth open in a silent scream, tears pricking at the corners of your eyesâŚ.
He pulled out. Just like that. Your whole body snapped, the loss hitting you like a slap. âNo!â The cry ripped from you before you could stop it, voice high and broken, legs still shaking as your walls clenched around nothing now, empty and throbbing.
Yunhoâs hand hovered above you, fingers slick and glistening with your arousal. He brought them to his mouth slowly, deliberately, and licked them clean one by one, never looking away. Those eyes on the mask narrowed. Still watching. Still smiling. âYou know I love you like this,â he murmured, dragging the fingers from his mouth. âRight on the edge. Ruined. So needy you canât even think.â
You barely had time to catch your breath. To snap at him. Your legs were still trembling, your core aching and clenching around nothing, slick dripping down your thighs, when you felt it. The heavy, warm press of him, his dick right against your clit.
Not inside. Just there. Dragging slow and firm, the tip gliding through your folds, up and down, parting you with maddening precision. Your body jolted, hips lifting instinctively to chase more, but he didnât give it to you.
He just watched. Those mechanical eyes on the mask narrowed slightly, tracking every twitch of your face, every whimper you let out, every helpless roll of your hips against him. âGod,â he breathed, voice strained through clenched teeth and a ruined smirk, âyouâre so wet for me.â
He rutted against you again, the underside of him sliding over your clit, smearing your arousal across both of you, pressure building again like your body couldnât catch a break. âYou were gonna come,â he murmured. âYou were right there⌠werenât you, baby?â
He nudged your clit with the head of his dick again, just a little harder this time. You cried out, legs falling open wider, hands scrambling for anything to hold onto, him, the sheets, the damn mask, but you were already gone. Your hips bucked, chasing friction, needing him to sink into youâŚ.
But he didnât. He just kept grinding. Up and down. Over and over. Hot and slick and so close.
You sobbed his name, half choked, already overwhelmed, and that made him still. He pressed flush to your entrance, just barely nudging against it, but didnât push in. And then, in the most unholy, sin drenched voice youâve ever heard, âTry that again.â
You tried. God, you tried to hold onto some sliver of control, to stay in it, to meet him with the same teasing fire, but your body betrayed you long before your mouth did. Your hips wouldnât stop moving, chasing the drag of him over your clit, slick and throbbing and right there, but never enough.
He knew it. Those masked eyes? Watching every second of your unraveling. Each little twitch of your thighs, every tremble in your stomach, the tear sliding helplessly down your cheek. And still, he didnât give in. He just kept grinding, slow and hard, dragging the head of his dick right over your clit until your legs kicked and your mouth opened in a sobâŚ.
âPlease.â
Yunho stilled. You were panting now, flushed and ruined, lips parted in surrender. Your voice broke on the next word. Soft. Shaking. Desperate. âPlease, Spidey⌠fuck me.â
For a moment, all you could hear was his breath, ragged through the half lifted mask, chest rising and falling fast. âOh, fuck me,â he groaned, dropping his head. âSay it again.â
You grabbed his shoulders, back arching beneath him, mind fogged and gone. âSpidey,â you gasped, âplease⌠please, just fuck me, I need you inside me.â
That was it. He snapped. No more teasing. No more edging. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you, the stretch perfect, thick and deep and so much all at once. Your cry echoed off the walls, hands flying to his back, clutching at sweat slicked skin and that chain as he pressed you down into the mattress, you gripped it.
His hips rolled into yours, slow and deep at first, like he wanted you to feel every single inch of what youâd begged for. And above you? That mask. Those eyes. Still locked on yours. Still watching. Still completely in control. âThatâs it,â he growled, voice like gravel and sin, âyou wanted Spidey?â He thrust harder, your moan cut off by the impact. âYou got him.â
He moved slow and deep at first. Dragging his hips back, then forward, each thrust deeper and unhurried, intentional, like he wanted to make you feel every pulse of him inside you. The mask didnât flinch. Those eyes watched everything, your parted lips, the flush spreading down your chest, the dazed way you moaned his name before you caught yourself.
And god, the way he looked above you, your hand gripping the chain against his skin, abs flexing, and that mask still locked on like you were the center of his universe. You shouldâve let it stay like that. But you didnât. You moved your hands to grip his shoulders, jaw clenched, chest heaving as you tilted your head and smirked.
âI thought Spidey was gonna fuck me.â
Silence. Then, a low, wrecked laugh against your cheek, one that vibrated right through your bones. âOh. You wanna talk shit now?â You barely had time to gasp before his hands slammed into the mattress beside your head, and pounded into you. Hard. Fast. Unrelenting.
âIs this what you wanted?â he growled, his voice cracking, hips snapping into yours with enough force to rattle the bed. âThis what you were begging for?â You couldnât speak. Couldnât breathe. Could barely think with how fast he was fucking you now, body jolting with every brutal thrust. The mask on, those sharp eyes never leaving you. You saw your own wrecked reflection in them, flushed and open, mouth slack as he wrecked you.
âYou like being stuffed full like this?â he grunted, pace never faltering. âYou like getting fucked by your friendly neighborhoodâŚ.â
âFuck!â You screamed, head thrown back, hands clawing at his back now, eyes rolling because Jesus Christ he was everywhere, inside you, above you, around you.
âYeah,â he groaned, slamming into you even harder. âThatâs what I thought.â Yunhoâs thrusts were sharp, brutal, and unrelenting, but then he slowed just enough to adjust his grip, wrapping one strong arm around your waist and sitting up, bringing you with him in one fluid motion. You gasped as your body shifted, thighs straddling his lap, chest pressed flush to his as he stayed buried deep inside you.
Those moving lenses tracked every breath you took as your hands slid up his neck, trembling fingers framing his jaw. Your forehead dropped against his, the coolness of the mask kissing your skin where his heat radiated through it. You kissed him. Right where the mask ended. Right on his mouth. Soft and full of ache, like you needed him closer, deeper, everywhere.
He groaned into your kiss, hand fisting at your hip, and then he started thrusting up into you again. Hard. Deep. The new angle hit different, perfect, his dick dragging against your walls just right with every stroke, the sounds between your bodies wet and filthy and so loud in the otherwise silent room.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging, grounding, as he fucked up into you over and over again. âIâm close,â you gasped against his lips, voice cracking.
âI know,â he gritted, forehead pressed tight to yours, his voice wrecked and low. âMe too. You feel soâŚ. fuck, babyâŚâ His hands were everywhere, gripping your waist, sliding down your ass, holding you in place while he snapped his hips up, chasing both your highs with wild precision. You felt his breath stuttering against your mouth, his body tensing under yours.
The mask never came off. The eyes never stopped watching. And neither of you wanted to stop as every thrust drove you higher, each one rougher, deeper, messier than the last. Yunhoâs grip was bruising on your waist, his mouth panting against yours, breath hot and ragged as your hips rolled together in chaotic sync.
You were so close. Too close. âYunhoâŚâ you gasped, broken and breathless, but this time? He didnât stop you. Didnât scold you. Didnât even try to pull the name from your mouth. Because he was gone, too.
The mask pressed to your forehead. His hands dug into your hips. His dick slammed into you so deep you could feel it in your stomach. The sound of skin on skin, the wet slap of your bodies meeting, the absolute filth of it, was unbearable.
Your body snapped. You came hard, head falling back as your scream tore through the room, loud, raw, desperate. âYunho!â Your thighs shook violently, cunt clenching tight around him, and then, your orgasm slammed into you so hard, so full body, you barely registered the gush of wet heat flooding his lap as you squirted, drenching both of you in wave after wave of release.
âOh fuckâŚâ Yunho groaned, deep and choked, hips jerking helplessly as your walls pulsed around him. âFuck, babyâŚâ
He wasnât far behind. The second he felt you fall apart like that, so wet, so tight, so wrecked, he was gone. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you, dick twitching as he came hard, ropes of heat spilling deep into you. He held you there, arms tight around your back, face buried in your neck, breath ragged and broken as he emptied into you completely.
Both of you trembling. Both of you soaking. Still clinging like the world might fall apart if you let go. And above it all? That mask. Still on. Still watching. But right now, Yunho was just a man. A man who loved you falling apart for him.
You both collapsed. Your body went limp against his, still trembling, overstimulated and soaked, your face buried in his neck as you tried to remember how breathing worked. Yunho cradled you in his lap, arms wrapped tight around your waist, chest heaving as he finally leaned back against the headboard, completely spent, still inside you, both of you sticky, messy, and totally undone.
For a second, it was silent. Then, with a long exhale, Yunho reached up and finally peeled the mask off. He looked wrecked. Hair plastered to his forehead, face flushed, lips swollen from your kisses, pupils still blown wide. He dropped the mask onto the mattress beside you like it had weight, like it had power, and then let his head thud back against the wall behind him.
You were breathless, straddling his lap, your arms slack around his shoulders, eyes barely open. He tilted his head lazily toward you, lips brushing your temple. âYou good?â
You nodded, still too far gone to form words, and he just smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
Knock knock knock.
You both froze.
Yunho blinked. âNo fucking way.â
From the other side of the door, Yeosangâs voice rang out, clear, calm, smug. âI ordered some pizza from that place down the street thatâs open 24 hours.â
Another beat of silence. You buried your face in Yunhoâs neck again, horrified.
âItâs hot,â Yeosang continued casually. âIf you want some.â
Then, with a pause perfectly timed for maximum damage, âSpidey.â
Yunho groaned into your shoulder like he was about to die. You didnât even have the energy to scream. You just whispered, mortified, âIâm never showing my face again.â
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synopsis: a beautiful demon wooyoung offers you a deal you canât pass up.. or can you when it turns out there was a typo in your contract?
warnings: 18+, smut, alcohol, a j*b (jk)
pairings: demon!wooyoung x fem!reader
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notes: hey guys, welcome to my first post back on tumblr, bare with me i havent written in years⌠i hope you love!
I can never win.
I bust my ass, I do the most, yet, I never win.
âI just wish for once, my effort wouldnât go unnoticed.â
You groaned as tired hands met your forehead at the sight of the email that was gifted to you with a little red bubble next to the envelope icon on your computer screen. Every year itâs the same bullshit message congratulating anyone else but you on their special employee of the month promotion, the promotion that every year you would pull late nights in the office for, the air in your cubicle reeking of exhaustion from over exerting yourself to appease your company.
I mean, would you ever even get to show what you had in you if they never even gave you the chance?
In celebration of our new Employee of the Year, there will be an obligatory lunch today in the company cafeteria. We will be providing food and other refreshments while our CEO gives a congratulatory speech in honor of our new promotee.
You chuckled to yourself at the thought of your boss stumbling over his words while trying to read a tribute to someone he barely even knew. Absolute chicken scratch, most likely written in a hurried swipe of his pen in an attempt to get back to the large load of nothing that he would do behind his desk every day. You shrugged off the comedic thought and brought your attention back to your work that you were no longer even close to being interested in doing anymore after the news, but bills would in fact not pay themselves.
By the time lunch rolled around, you could feel your fingers aching from typing all morning and decided that maybe you should stretch a little⌠and maybe a free lunch wasn't all that bad even if it was a slight morale crushing celebration in the first place.
You made your way to the cafe, the hustle and bustle of people and voices around you annoying you all the same. Scoping out the tables and observing all the options of food available with the influx of commotion around you had you settling with a bottle of water and a pastry out of a little white box from a bakery down the street just to get out of the chaos. You found yourself a nice corner towards the back of the room to stand and listen to the ceremony, if you would even call it that. People spoke amongst themselves as the CEO made a fool of himself as expected, you found yourself scanning the room out of boredom.
You locked eyes with an unfamiliar, yet trance inducing face. Youâve never seen him around the office before, but chalked it up to him most likely being in another department. Turning away, you brought your attention back to the front of the room, counting down the moments for this sorry excuse of a celebration to end. A chill ran through your body as you sensed a newfound presence behind you, an almost eerie feeling rose red flags in your mind as you moved to the side to let whomever pass. The presence stepped up to you and turned to introduce himself.
âJung Wooyoung, if you were wondering.â He held his hand out to you, waiting for you to put your own in his awaiting palm. You assessed his features carefully. He was nowhere near bad looking. Actually, quite the opposite. His deep black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, stray pieces that would not fit resting across his forehead and framing his cheeks. Dark, entrancing eyes that felt as if they could stare directly into your soul, learning all of your secrets with just a glace. A prominent, yet beautiful nose sat right above his plump, smirking lips. He smelled of bergamot, vanilla and slightly of firewood. Something didnât feel right.. But you just couldnât quite put your finger on what it was. You surrendered a hand and shook his, introducing yourself.
â___ ___, I don't believe Iâve seen you around before, I work in the development and sales department. You?â
His smirk slowly spread into an almost smile, almost as if he was hiding true intentions. He pulled his hand away and stepped closer to you, just close enough for your conversation to be deemed private in a way.
âWhat if I told you I worked in the⌠wants and needs department?â You cocked an eyebrow at what you felt to be an odd way of flirting. Scoffing, you stepped back to keep some extra distance from this stranger named Wooyoung. He closed the gap again and proceeded to speak to you in a hushed tone.
âOkay, okay. I see I failed to lighten the mood, so let me cut to the chase. You have wants and wishes, and this is where I come in. Iâm here to grant you those wishes under one condition.â
This guy is crazy. You stepped as far away as you could, making a beeline for the women's bathroom to get away from this absolute psychopath. You were sure you were dreaming, no one in their right mind would approach a woman like that. Especially in the workplace. You stepped into the single bathroom and locked the door behind you, expecting that creep to get the hint and hit the road.
âCan you please hear me out? Iâm really bad at these persuasive talks so Iâm just going to be honest. Believe it or not, Iâm just like you. I hear wishes, and itâs my job to come and attempt to grant them.â
âLike some kind of fucking genie?â
âNow that's just rude. Iâm a demon, working for the Devil himself.â
âOh youâre a whole nother type of insane, Iâm getting the fuck out of here.â
Before you could turn back around to race to the door, Wooyoung was there. Leaned against the exit with his black button down sleeves rolled up, arms crossed with visible annoyance on his smug face. Confusion ran across yours.
âHow did you- You were just- Huh?â Your hands flew up to your hair, trying to process what was going on in front of you.
âHey man, Iâm just trying to help you and Iâm starting to regret it.â Wooyoung breathed out, as if trying to recollect himself.
âThey call me Wooyoung. I come from down under, and I really donât mean Australia. Iâm one of Satanâs finest demons if I do say so myself. And Iâm here to offer you, yes you, your most precious wish. The catch? Your first born kicker. Donât worry, Iâll take really good care of the little one. Iâve always wanted one of my own!â
He spoke quickly, almost as if trying to just brush over what he just asked you for. He raised an arm and ruffled your hair with his large hand. I hissed quietly and swatted his hand away.
âAnd what if I donât have a kid, then what? Will my wish not come true or something? This whole spiel sounds ridiculous and I must be going crazy.â For a brief moment, you did take things into consideration. You were a very career driven woman and kids were never in your life plans, as you wanted to focus on yourself.
âNo, youâre not crazy and no, youâll still get it. But at least we know you were committed enough in the first place.â Wooyoung gave a sarcastic thumbs up along with a cheesy grin almost as if he was in a corny infomercial.
Standing back up straight, he clenched one of his fists, a small flame flickering inside of it. He opened his hand back up, a piece of crumbled printer paper and a pen sitting in it. The edges were slightly singed and it wasnât the most appealing thing, being that you were signing away a child that wasnât even guaranteed to come into this world yet. Your eyes shot from the sorry excuse of a contract back to the âdemonâ in front of you.
âWell thatâs certainly a promising contract.â
He huffed in slight irritation and snatched his hand and the contract back.
âI came from Hell man, What did you expect? Listen, you can take it or leave it. Your choice. Let me just say this, If you wish for something again, it wonât be me next time. Itâll be someone wayyy less attractive, and I personally don't want that for you.â You sighed in defeat and scanned the document in hand. Before signing, you glance at him once more. He jerks his hand out closer as a sign of impatience. You quickly signed your name. The second your pen left the paper, it went up in a puff of smoke.
âPleasure doing business with you, beautiful. Now Iâm off. See you when you have a baby!â And just like that, he was gone. Not even a moment later, still processing what just went down, there was a knock from a woman urgent to use the bathroom after too many cups of coffee from the cafe. You apologized and made your way back to your cubicle, keeping an eye out for any oddly hot demon men lurking around the office.
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After the mindfuck of whatever today was, you could definitely say walking in your house and getting in the shower was probably the highlight of your night. You turned the dial all the way to the right, making the water as hot as it possibly could go. Stripping down to your black bra and matching panties, You stuck your foot into the shower to test the water temperature. You adjusted the dial slightly and shed from your undergarments and stepped into the shower.
As you started to shampoo your hair, a vaguely familiar smell filled the humid, steamy room. You couldnât quite put a finger on the smell, but you knew it from somewhere. You smelled the shampoo on your hands and checked the bottle.
Did I buy the wrong one? No, this is the same one I always use. You placed the bottle down and stuck your head out from behind the shower curtain to sniff the air.
âHeyyy sweet stuff. Did you miss me?â
Your eyes widened as you slowly whipped your head around, meeting the same dark, soul snatching eyes that were in front of you earlier that day. You let out a squeal and quickly covered your bare body with the floral shower curtain.
âDonât worry, I didnât see anything. But, if Iâm telling the truth, Iâm probably gonna have to.â You cocked my head, confused as to what the man meant. He nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.
âSo do you remember the little contract I had you sign earlier? Yeah so, there might have kinda been a small typo.â
âBy typo.. what kind of typo? Like it has to be a certain gender, or you take them at a certain age, or only if they look a certain way?â
âSee thatâs the funny, actually hilarious thing.â His eyes strayed to the ground in an almost emotion invoking kind of innocence. You kind of felt bad in a way seeing him so flustered, he was only a guyâa demon that wanted to do his job right. Something you knew all too well.
âI know it was supposed to be first born but uh, the contract might have actually said first porn. I swear it wasnât on purpose! Although, if I had seen all of that back in that bathroom today, it mightâve been.â Your mind went blank as you took in what was going on. Every event that occurred today was just too much to process at once.
âDo you mind waiting in the living room? I uh, I want to finish my shower.â Wooyoung nodded and exited the bathroom as you disappeared back behind the shower curtain. You sighed and leaned against the wall, sliding down it to sit at the bottom of the tub, letting the water run over your hair and body lightly.
Well heâs not ugly, is it worth it? Nah ___, have some moralsâŚ
But, you would finally get that position at work you wanted, with only a fraction of the energy youâve been exerting wasted. Youâre almost positive a few people have fucked their way up the ladder, and at least you wouldnt be doing it within the company⌠A little porno never hurt anyone, right?
You quickly finished washing your hair, body coming straight after. Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around yourself and walked across the hall to your bedroom to throw on something quick and sexy.
Rummaging through your drawers, you found a skimpy baby pink lingerie set you had saved for a âspecialâ night and a baggy t-shirt to put on over it. After dressing, you made your way downstairs to the living room to confront the man who had seemed to move from his assigned spot on the couch, to the kitchen.
âWhat the hell man, why are you in my kitchen? Donât demons eat souls or something? Why are you going through my cabinets?â You reached up and blocked the cabinet he was about to open. He groaned and stepped back, crossing his arms.
âDemon or not, I get hungry for human stuff too, you know. Pizza, cake, alcohol, all that type of shit.â You smirked and bent down to open a cabinet near the bottom of the sink, pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. You held it out to Wooyoung, nudging him to take a swig of the vodka you were passing him. He cocked an eyebrow and looked down at you and your offer.
âGlad youâre into alcohol. Iâll take you up on your little typo contract. But first, some liquid courage.â I twisted off the top of the bottle, flicking it somewhere across the kitchen. As you put the spout to your lips a strong hand took the bottle from you, while another warm one grazed your chin, pushing it upwards.
âAllow me.â
You threw your head back and let him pour a hefty swig down your throat while keeping eye contact with him. Small trickles of liquid slip from the corners of your mouth as you swallowed, the sting feeling good in contradiction to the thoughts going through your head. Wooyoung eventually pulled the bottle away from your mouth and took it into his own.
He stooped down to your level, lifting your chin a little more, this time with just one of his tanned fingers. He brought his face close to your neck, placing his tongue where the stream of alcohol that dripped out of your mouth ended.
You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath against your sparsely wet neck, warmth pooling both around the area and in your lower stomach. Slowly, he dragged his tongue up from your collar bone to the corner of your mouth, stopping as he got to your lips. His plump ones lingered over yours. They felt hungry in a way, as if he could swallow you whole any minute now. Your eyes fluttered shut awaiting impact, but none came. Wooyoung let out a light chuckle and pulled back, taking the bottle to his own mouth, downing a couple gulps for himself.
âEager, aren't you?â
You couldnât tell if it was the heat from the alcohol, the situation or just him, but your eyes wouldnât leave his figure. You eyed Wooyoung like he was the finest piece of man youâve ever seen in your life. I mean, he definitely was one of them, but tonight it seems like he looks twenty times better than he did back at work. He removed the bottle from his lips, licking them after as he looked down at you. He smirked as you sat there and genuinely took in all of the dark and handsome man that stood in front of you.
The crisp black button down clung to him loosely, a button or two undone at the chest so the necklaces he wore were visible against his smooth chest. His long black hair wasnât pulled back this time, draping around his face in soft tufts. The black jeans and black leather boots to match, itâs like every part of him screamed sexy. He smiled and took another sip of vodka.
âLike what you see?â He purred smugly while passing the bottle back to you to drink from. You blushed softly and nodded, smirking back at the man in front of me. âDonât we have a contract to deal with?â You grabbed Wooyoungâs hand and led him back up the stairs to your room. Both of you stumbling up the stairs, eager for what awaits each other once you enter the bedroom. He closed the door behind you two and pulled a video camera out of one of his inner coat pockets. You laughed and took the vodka bottle from his hand.
âCame prepared huh? What if I wasnât even going to say yes?â You sipped at the clear liquid and kneeled at the head of the bed, sitting back on your feet against the headboard. He shrugged his shoulders and licked his lips at the sight of your thighs spreading upon contact with the mattress, a desirous look glistening in his dark eyes.
âYou signed a contract princess, it was only fair you say yes. Ready?â You nodded your head, looking the man in his eyes. He kicked off his shoes and plopped himself down at the foot of the bed. He flipped the camera open, clicking the record button and pointing it at you. Wooyoung peeked at you from behind the camcorder, a visible wide grin on his face.
âGo ahead and show me whatâs under that old shirt. I know you put something sweet on for me.â The seductive rasp in his voice gave you chills as you listened to him speak. You slowly began to lift your baggy t-shirt up and over your head, teasing him in the process. When you finally got it off, the man shifted in the spot he was sitting, adjusting himself at the reveal of the lacey garments underneath. Tossing the shirt to the side you leaned back, moving your legs from under you to out in front of you and pulled them to your chest, a newfound shyness taking over your body at Wooyoungâs reaction. You watched him take his bottom lip between his teeth as he got himself more comfortable at the foot of the large bed.
âGo ahead, I want you to start without me.â
You felt your face flush red as he grabbed one of your ankles gently and pushed it farther away from the other, camera still in his other hand. You spread your bent legs slightly, sliding a small hand underneath the thin, laced fabric. You began to feel all over your folds, the wetness increasing by the second. A soft moan threatened to escape your lips, but you trapped it with a closed mouth whimper and shut your eyes, leaning your head back against the headboard. The demon in front of you leaned in, making sure to keep the camera in focus and brought a soft, but strong hand up to your mouth. His thumb grazed your bottom lip, pressing down to open your mouth up and slip said thumb in. The sudden touch making you open your eyes and look at him, half lidded in lust.
âI want to hear every sound you make. Donât try and hide them, youâll only piss me off. Also,-â His warm hand left your mouth and was brought to your hip, grasping onto the side of the pink lace panties. The warmth only increased the longer it was there, not long after I realized what the man was doing. Not long after a tearing sound could be heard, Wooyoung flinging the now darkened, wet fabric across the room and sitting back at the end of the bed, steadying the camera.
âThose needed to be off, I want to watch you play with that pretty pussy of yours.â
He positioned himself, along with the camera, at a place that heâd be able to get a good view of your now wet slit. You looked Wooyoung in his eyes as you circled your clit with a drenched finger, his face alone only turning you on more, you wanted to put on a show. For him. He broke eye contact to look lower down your body, to get a visual of the entertainment the camera was getting.
âAah, Wooyoung..â
You whimpered softly as you slid a finger into yourself, grabbing your swollen breast with your free hand. Wooyoung watched in awe as you called out his name while pleasuring yourself. You pumped your finger slowly in your soaking cunt, letting out every soft whimper and cry you had in you as you continued to massage and pinch at your hardened bud with your other hand. You could feel a small knot in your stomach begin to tighten, causing you to let out a long unexpected whine. A visible bulge could be seen under the man's jeans and no matter which way he sat, it was unable to be hidden.
âFuck this, Itâs my turn.â The dark haired demon set the camcorder down on the nightstand next to the bed, angling it to face the two of us. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off of his body to reveal a beautifully toned midsection, tanned and glistening with the little bit of sweat radiating from his warm and excited body. He slid off his jeans quickly and climbed back onto the bed.
âLay down.â
He ordered, to which you complied without an argument. Wooyoung trapped your body under his, him automatically attacking your neck with rough bites and kisses. As his tongue lapped over a spot close to your earlobe, he unlatched your bra and flung it, tossing it wherever all the other clothes had flown to.
While leaving tiny red bites from your ear to your collarbone he managed to get two warm fingers between my legs, and started to massage your now throbbing clit. You let out a soft groan, biting your lip as you instinctively spread your legs a little more, now fully vulnerable to Wooyoung. He pulled his mouth away from the spot on your collarbone that was now stained with purple. Using his free hand he grabbed at your face, squeezing it with one hand and turning it, making you look in his eyes.
As his eyes connected with yours, without warning he slid both fingers into your now dripping pussy. Your teeth captured your lip once more, hard enough to possibly even draw a little blood. His thick fingers were now filling you in a way that you definitely couldn't do on your own, the man using his free hand to pry your mouth back open.
âI said I want to hear every last sound that comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours.â His tongue slid across your bottom lip, causing your lips to part a little, giving him the chance to slip his warm tongue in.
Wooyoung's hand found the back of your head and tangled itself in your still damp hair as pulled you in for a deeper kiss. He slowly pushed his two fingers further in you, your breath hitching and body jerking forward onto his fingers, as if begging without words for him to go deeper. He complied to your neediness almost if he had read your mind. You squealed into the kiss, catching the feeling of his underwear encased bulge twitch underneath you.
While still pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, Wooyoung grazed your sensitive, swollen clit with his thumb softly as he pulled away from the kiss to attack your left breast with rough bites and sucks. He used his tongue to play with your nipple, before taking it into his mouth with a soft groan leaving his mouth in the process.
You threw my head back and let your own cries of pleasure fill the bedroom. The bulge in his boxers felt as if it was getting bigger and bigger as the moments went on, your moans and expressions just for his fingers alone made him lose patience, imagining how you would look and sound if he went all the way⌠And right now, Wooyoung needed that.
He slid his fingers out of you, your pussy now feeling empty without him. You pouted as he let your nipple leave his mouth with a small pop, whimpering at the sudden loss of his touch. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licked off all the juices that resided on them, seeming to enjoy every last second of it.
âYou taste so fucking good⌠I just know you feel even betterâŚâ
He lifted up while sliding down his boxers, letting his hard, twitching dick pop out of them and tossed them away into the now building pile of discarded clothing. You looked down with wide eyes and battled yourself internally at the sight. This is not at all what you couldâve prepared yourself for. He was both thicker and bigger than you expected and knew you were in for a rather long night.
âBe easy..â You muttered out, choking back on your words.
âAw, is someone scared itâs gonna hurt? Donât worry princess.. Iâll start off gentle.â Wooyoung looked down at you with pure hunger and greed in his eyes. He was ready to absolutely devour you as soon as he could, as if you were a big plate of dinner, at risk of going cold before he could get a bite. His strong hands gripped at your waist, lifting your lower half off of the mattress a little, lining himself up with your now dripping entrance. He teased at it, rubbing up and down your folds in an effort to coat his throbbing cock with your slick, warm juices in hopes heâd be able to slide into your tight, tight heat just the littlest bit easier.
âAre you ready for my dick, pretty girl?â
Before you could muster up a response, he was already entering himself inside of you. He threw his head back and let a loud, obnoxious groan spill from his lips and slowly pushed the rest of himself in, pausing every inch or so to let you adjust to him. You chimed in with your own sweet sounding cry, making his skin tingle.
âAaaghh.. Fuck- youâre so fucking tightâŚâ
He bottomed out and still kept pushing, wishing he could fill you with even more than he already has. His eyes closed tight, trying to get used to the feeling of your warmth around him. You clawed at his wrists and hands wrapped around your waist holding you tightly, as if you could slip away and disappear at any given moment.
You two sat still for a few seconds, room stuffy from the tension building between. He quickly dropped his head back down to you and trailed his tongue across his lower lip, half lidded, lust filled eyes making contact with yours. He gripped at your waist tighter. There was no hurt, no pain, just pure pleasure happening between you and this literal demon.
âI-Iâm going to move now okay? Is that alright?â His previously smug demeanor tossed out of the window, now a bumbling mess of a man eager to get himself off.
I nodded quickly. âPlease Wooyoung.. Please have your way with meâŚâ You let out loud moans of pleasure as he began to pump himself in and out of you. You bucked your hips forward to meet his thrusts halfway, to make sure he was receiving the same kind of pleasure he was giving. Wooyoungâs hands leave your waist as he drops down, pulling himself closer to you. His arms now rested on either side of your head, him burying his face in the side of your neck, grunting and moaning as he fucked you into the mattress.
His strokes were rough, calculated, rhythmic even. Aside from a few messy strokes he gave you, to let you know he was thoroughly enjoying his time inside of you.. Maybe even a little too much.
You couldnât deny that you were feeling the same. He started to pick up the pace, clapping and slapping sounds bouncing off of the walls in the room. Youâre almost sure your screams of his name and other randomized curse words could be heard by all of your neighbors, but you didnât care. Wooyoung squeezed your ass, slapping it full force as your grip on his shoulders tightened while he continued to bottom out inside of you, making you cry out in ecstasy.
âOh my god.â You called out as he pulled you all the way into on him, pussy throbbing as he pulsated inside of your heat. He held you close to him for a moment, his dick still buried deep in you, beating a mile a minute as if it had its very own heartbeat. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening rapidly, arching your back in pure bliss. The warmth from his chest on yours was about to send you over edge and he could tell.
âIâm so close, Wooyoung! Right there please!â
He took this as an opportunity to change positions, him flipping you so you were bent over with him behind you. Before you could protest him denying you the orgasm that was beyond ready to break, he pushed your back down into an arch and pushed himself back into you with no warning. You yelped out in both pain and pleasure of being filled up again so quickly and unexpectedly. Your hands flew backwards to grab at his, but he managed to get both of your hands in one of his own, pinning them against your back, shoving you deeper into the mattress.
âFuck, you feel amazing on my dick, ____. Itâs like this pretty pussy was made just for me⌠Go ahead and cum on it baby girl.â He whispered as his warm tongue slipped out of his mouth to lap at the back of your shoulder. You let out a high pitched moan as he pulled almost all the way out of you and thrusted himself all the way back in, not giving you even a second to beg for mercy.
The thickness of his member stretching out your tight, saturated walls was enough to drive you ballistic. You clawed and scratched at his hand holding yours hostage, as he fucked into you while groaning loudly. The knot you had been holding for so long finally snapped, letting your juices shower out all over his dick, as he continued to pump it in and out of your increased wetness.
The sounds of his groans and growls were music to you ears as he released your hands and gripped onto your throat tightly, the searing heat from his warm hands now wrapped around your neck. A loud euphoric screech escaped your parted lips as he continued to fuck me deeper and harder with every stroke, pounding me mercilessly.
He used his hand around your throat at leverage to pull your body up against his, his spare hand snaking around your waist to hold you up. His hand moved from your neck to your face to turn it back to his, smashing his lips into yours for a steamy, wet kiss. Your teeth clashed together, lips were being bitten and tongues were being sucked on as he plowed into you violently, eliciting sultry, disgusting moans and whimpers to leave your lips.
Wouyoung pulled away, biting down on his lip hard. Both hands met your waist as his thrusts started to get more untimely and sloppy, his breathing getting heavier and heavier as the seconds passed.
âShit, Iâm gonna cum.â He called out as his pumping got more out of rhythm. You took this chance to fuck yourself back on to him, giving more of the work to yourself to pull his own orgasm out of him the way he did yours.
âCome on baby, cum for me. You deserve to fill me up, so do it.â
This must have brought him to the edge, because the minute those words left your mouth, his entire body shivered against your own. He quickly pushed his twitching dick into me completely, and let his hot seed paint my soft velvety insides. Pulling out slightly, he made sure to pump the rest of his length with his fist to make sure everything was out, and inside of you.
âStay right there beautiful..â He dropped down onto the bed, reaching over for the camera he put down earlier and held it up to your now leaking pussy, capturing all of himself leaking out of you. He slapped the camera shut and flipped over next to you. You went limp against the mattress, turning your face towards his. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead and flashed you that smug smile of his.
âWell, congratulations on Employee of the Year. You definitely deserve it after a performance like that.â
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