Matz Brain Rot.

yunho shifts just slightly. his hard on presses into your thigh. seonghwa grabs him by the hair, forcing his head to look directly at you. “she’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“yes ma’am,” he nearly chokes when she jerks his head back, yanking him by the hair. she looks down at the tent in his underwear, the leaking tip of his cock stands out through the thin fabric.

“dogs don’t fucking talk,” she slips her finger from your mouth. “listen to me.” she pats her hand on his cheek. it glistens with your spit. he sits patiently, lips parted slightly. you can’t help but think he looks like a thirsty dog. panting with need. “if you fucking come,” her voice drops, a shiver running down both of your spines, “i won’t let you in this bedroom for a week. and you’ll have to fucking beg if you wanna be let on that couch.” she slaps him, and a desperate whine falls from his lips. “do you understand me?”

his eyes slide to you on instinct. a dark chuckle comes from seonghwa, deep in her chest. he yelps when she tightens her grip on his hair. “ohhh what? am i too mean? you want mommy to make the rules around here? if i left her in charge of you, you’d piss in the bed, and she’d still let you sleep in it.”

she presses her lips to his cheek, “mommy’s not gonna help you this time. you’re gonna be my little bitch. and you’re gonna fucking like it.”

tears well up in your eyes, “hwa…” you can’t help the little pout on your face. “don’t be so mean.”

she lets go of him, racing to cup your face gently, thumbs wiping your tears off your cheeks, “shhhh, it’s okay, baby. he needs to learn the rules. if he’s good, which i’m sure he will be, you can hold him when we’re done. alright, mommy?”

you nod, biting your lip. “okay…”

“that’s my good girl.” she’s pulls you forward, into her lap, your clothed cunt pressed up against hers. “forget about him for a second. focus on me and you. let me make you feel good.” she cups her hands over your hips, dragging your pussy over her own.

you moan softly, and seonghwa merely hums with enjoyment. “thereeee you go.” she keeps moving your hips, circling them forward, the seem of your panties drags against your clit. “does that feel good?”

“yes..”

she pats your ass, “stand up, pretty girl. let’s get these panties off of you.” you stand up, legs wobbly on the bed. she slides them down your legs, helping you step out of them. you move to sit back down but she stops you, “hold on, mommy.” she helps you turn around, your ass right in her face. she slaps it playfully, spreading it. like she’s inspecting you. it sends a shiver down your spine. “want a treat from your mommy, mutt?”

you don’t even have to look to know the desperate nod he just gave her. she moves you again, this time standing you right above his face. yunho nearly dives right between your legs, but seonghwa stops him. “no one told you it was okay to eat. why do you seem to struggle with rules so much?” her hand is back in his hair, “just look at it. pretty, right?” he nods. “you think you deserve a taste?” he shakes his head. he’s learning. he doesn’t deserve anything. “that’s right. it’s not for you to taste. mutts don’t get mommy’s pussy. at least not to taste it.” she pulls him a little closer, your legs are shaking now. “but i’m feeling a little gracious so,” she presses a finger under his chin, “i’ll let you in there. but if i see you even try to open your mouth, you’re punishment will be so much worse. understand?”

he nods. she leans him back on the headboard, his neck secured by pillows.

“just sit down, baby,” she pats your thigh.

you hesitate, “hwa..”

“it’s okay, baby. he can take it. this is what good puppies do.” she chuckles, “and you know he wants so bad to have even a little taste of mommy’s pussy.”

you swallow hard, letting some of your weight shift back, sitting down on his face. he doesn’t move. just inhaling your scent. he’s being so good. you’re so proud of him. just taking the little bit he’s given even though you know he wants so much more. seonghwa pressed his face deeper, his nose right in your ass.

seonghwa looks down at the tent in his pants. it’s clear just a little bit of stimulation would be enough to push him over. she brings her hand between his legs, slapping at the underside of his shaft through his boxers. he moans. loud. straight into your pussy.

she just laughs. enjoying the effect she has over the both of you. she thinks he might suffocate if she leaves him up to his own discretion—taking everything he can get. she pats your thigh, lifting you off his face.

his face is bright red as she helps you sit back down. he’s panting, but there’s not an ounce of distress on his face. he’s pussy drunk.

she sets you between his legs, letting you lean back against him, but your ass is strategically placed right on top of his cock. you can feel the wet spot against your skin.

you watch as she shuffles down the bed, ending right between your legs. she throws one leg over your shoulder, one of her hands pressed against your stomach.

her eyes lock with yunho when she licks the first stripe up your sweet cunt. something he can only dream of. she hums with delight, sucking your clit. she releases it with a “pop.”

your hand falls to her hair, they thread through the short strands. “hwa…”

“you taste so good, mommy,” she groans, “i can’t believe you’re all. mine. to taste.” she dives back in.

your back arches with a desperate moan. yunho whimpers when your ass rolls over his cock. he licks the taste of you off his lips, desperately trying to recover any hint of your taste. seonghwa’s too distracted to notice. the bridge of her nose grinds against your clit as her tongue fucks your hole. you roll your hips again.

yunho is shaking at this point. it’s all too much. the scent of you still lingering in front of his face, your ass rolling against his leaking cock, the sweet desperation of your moans as you get closer. he can’t handle it. if you don’t come soon, he won’t make it.

your legs shake, but seonghwa holds you down, “come whenever you’re ready, baby. let me feel you.” you hand tightens in her hair when you do come, back arching, ass digging into yunho’s cock.

he tries to hide it. he really does. but seonghwa’s keen ears could never miss the desperate whine that falls from his lips. or the deep shudder through his body. and when she lifts you off of him, it’s clear as day.