#sub female

— "Because it’s true. I could worship these tits for hours."

He tugged your shirt up and off, letting you help him peel it away. He rolled you onto your back gently, hovering over you with that hungry look in his eyes.

— "Let me see your pretty face while I play with my favorite toys."

His hands — big, warm, possessive — cupped your breasts, squeezing them hard before lowering his mouth to suck on your nipple.

— "Fuck, you’re perfect," he groaned, switching sides, nipping and licking.

— "Jae..." you whimpered, eyes fluttering.

— "Say it again. In that cute little voice. I love it when you sound like my needy little whore in the morning."

You were already soaked. Humiliatingly wet.

He smirked when he felt it — hand slipping down your shorts and instantly finding the drenched fabric of your panties.

— "Oh? You’re this wet just from a little breast play?"

— "M-missed you..." you confessed softly, blushing hard.

— "Missed me? Baby, I slept right next to you."

— "Still missed you…"

He laughed, low and dirty, clearly loving your whiny tone.

— "You’re so damn clingy in the mornings. I love it."

He slipped your shorts and panties down in one move, exposing you completely. His fingers slid along your folds, teasing before slowly pushing two fingers deep inside you.

— "Fuck, you’re tight… and greedy."

— "Feels so good, Jae… please…"

— "You gonna cum just from my fingers?" he growled, sucking hard on your nipple again.

— "Y-yes, I… I think so—"

He picked up the pace, curling his fingers with precision, his mouth locked to your tits like he couldn’t get enough.

— "I swear, these tits make me insane. I’d fucking die for them."

— "Ahhh... I’m close—Jae-won—!"

Your orgasm hit hard, thighs shaking, back arching, your moans spilling out as tears blurred your vision.

He watched you cry with a crooked grin, licking his fingers clean.

— "Already crying, baby? We barely started."

— "Y-you’re such a perv…" you whispered.

— "A perv? For my girl? Fuck yeah I am."

He pressed his cock against your soaked entrance, teasing.

— "Now ride me. I wanna see those tits bounce for me while I ruin you."

Your hands rested on his chest as you straddled him, sinking down slowly.

He groaned deep and slapped your ass hard.

— "I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t walk straight today."

You whimpered.

And then you started to move.

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You climbed on top of him slowly, your knees sliding against the messy sheets, your legs still trembling from the orgasm he’d just given you.

His cock was hot, thick, throbbing beneath you.

“Sit on it already. Show me how you like waking up all used and fucked,” he growled, voice low and filthy, eyes dark with hunger.

You whimpered softly, holding him at the base and lowering yourself down, taking every inch inside you.

“F-fuck, Jae…”

“That’s it, fuck. Always so tight. Always so perfect.”

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you down completely.

“If you sit on me like this every morning, I swear I’ll never let you leave this bed.”

You started rocking your hips gently, moving slow, moaning.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

“No… don’t grind. Fuck me. I wanna see my baby bounce like the good little fucktoy she is.”

He slapped your ass hard and grabbed your hips, guiding you to ride faster.

Your tits began to bounce, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them.

“Look at these tits. God, I’m fucking obsessed with them.”

He leaned in, sucking your nipple, biting, licking.

“Make ‘em bounce for me. Give me a real fucking show.”

You whimpered, bouncing harder, hips slapping against his.

He moaned low, mouth switching between your tits and your lips, devouring you.

“Crying again?” he mocked, eyes fixed on your teary face.

“Shit, baby, I haven’t even started yet.”

His fingers slid down to your soaked pussy again, rubbing your clit fast and rough.

“You’re gonna cum again, huh? Gonna soak my cock like the needy little thing you are?”

“P-please… don’t stop…”

“You beg so pretty… my sweet little crybaby.”

You came again. Second orgasm. Harder than the first.

Clutching his shoulders, trembling and sobbing.

But he didn’t stop.

He flipped you under him—missionary—spreading your legs wide and slamming into you without mercy.

“You thought I’d stop? After all this? Nah, baby. You’re mine until I cum inside this sweet, fucked-out pussy.”

You screamed when he bottomed out again, deeper, rougher.

His hands pinned your wrists down. His mouth was at your ear, panting and groaning.

“You can take it. My little slut always takes it.”

“Jae… it’s too—”

“Too what, huh? Too good? Too deep? Too fucking mine?”

He spanked your ass again, and you let out a weak, broken moan.

“Love that face. My pathetic little mess.”

He didn’t slow down.

Thrusting hard, fucking you deeper, whispering filth in your ear.

“I’m gonna cum inside. And you’re gonna be dripping with me ‘til lunch, baby.”

“I-I’m gonna—”

And you came again. Third time. Eyes rolling back, legs shaking, body spent and soaked.

He watched you fall apart, moaning.

“Look at you crying again… fuck, you’re so perfect like this.”

He growled, burying himself deep and cumming hard inside you, gripping your waist like he’d never let go.

Silence.

Only your heavy breaths, the smell of sex, the heat between you both.

He collapsed on top of you, cock still inside, his hand stroking your hair slowly.

“My sweet little thing… look what you do to me.”

You whimpered again, voice soft and broken.

He laughed.

still damp with sweat, her toned frame wrapped in nothing but a towel that barely reached the tops of her thighs. her skin gleamed in the low light, bronzed and glistening. her silver hair clung to the curve of her throat and collarbone, the ends darkened with moisture. every step she took was calculated, confident, hips swaying with the unbothered swagger of someone who knew exactly how much power she had and exactly what she was doing to you.

one of her ears twitched when she passed you. she heard the low, involuntary growl rumble in your chest. you hadn’t even tried to hide it.

you don’t bother pretending you’re not already hard.

then the door creaks. not fully closed. not locked. like an invitation just waiting for you to accept.

the shower sputters for half a second, then steadies into a rhythm. the rush of water striking tile, slicking skin. then comes the faint clink of glass, a bottle maybe, or soap being set aside.

and then her voice.

low. lazy. drenched in wicked amusement.

“water’s warm, y’know,” she calls out, casual but unmistakably deliberate, “and there’s room for two… if you’re man enough.”

you smirk. slow and dangerous, a wolf baring its teeth.

the bed creaks as you rise. each step toward the bathroom stretches out, your blood thrumming hotter with every footfall. by the time you reach the door, your fingers curl around the edge — not hesitating, not asking. you push it open and step into a wall of humid heat.

steam thickens the air, cloaking everything in a gauzy haze. but even through it, she’s crystal clear.

rumi stands beneath the spray, her back arched slightly, white hair slicked and sticking to the strong lines of her back. water pours over her like liquid glass, cascading over her shoulders, down her chest, clinging to the curve of her breasts, trailing over her taut stomach and down those fucking thighs. the ones you’ve dreamed about, gripped, bitten, spread.

she doesn’t flinch. doesn’t hide. that’s never been her style.

instead, she shifts, cocking a hip and leaning back against the slick tile. one arm lifts to rest above her head, biceps flexing, breasts rising with the movement. she watches you like prey that knows it’s more dangerous than the hunter.

then she smirks.

the kind that speaks of bruises and bite marks and nights neither of you will walk away from clean.

“you gonna just stand there and gawk, big guy?”

you don’t answer. you don’t need to.

your hands move wordlessly, gripping the hem of your shirt, dragging it up and over your head. her eyes follow the motion like a predator tracking movement in the wild. when the shirt hits the tile floor with a dull slap, her gaze dips lower.

the air is thick and hot, but it’s nothing compared to the weight of her attention.

her teeth catch the edge of her smirk as her eyes rake over you — broad shoulders, scarred chest, the ridges of your abs still tight from exertion. she lingers at your waistband, watching the outline of your dick beneath your boxers swell with every breath.

and when they drop—

she lets out a slow, approving hum, almost like she’s savouring a fine drink. “mhmm.” her head tilts. “no wonder you act like you own the place.”

you step into the shower in silence. no words. just action. one hand braces against the wall beside her head, the other ghosting to her hip. the space between your bodies crackles. water hits your skin, turning hot muscle to slick contact as your body towers over hers.

she doesn’t shrink.

her breath hits your jaw, warm and sharp. her hand slides along your ribs, curling around to the small of your back, dragging fingernails lightly against your spine. you feel them. every inch.

she tilts her face up defiantly, silver hair clinging to flushed skin, her ears twitching with anticipation.

“you gonna make me beg?” she murmurs, lips brushing your throat now. “‘cause you know i’m not the type.”

your thumb finds her bottom lip, slow and deliberate.

“wouldn’t dream of it,” you whisper, eyes burning into hers, “but you’re gonna give me exactly what i want anyway.”

her pupils blow wide, black swallowing red.

you don’t give her time to fire back.

your mouth crashes into hers — wet, consuming, full of hunger you don’t bother masking. she moans into it, hips canting up into yours, the firm swell of her breasts pressed against your chest. her leg hooks around your waist instinctively, dragging your bodies even closer, not that there was any space left.

friction. heat. steam. tongues tangled, teeth grazing.

the water drums over you both, but it’s not enough to cool anything.

your mouths break apart with a gasp, your foreheads pressed together in the fogged heat. rumi’s eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide, her smirk softened into something hungrier, darker.

your hand trails down her side, over the swell of her hip, the taut line of her thigh where her muscles flex beneath the skin. her leg is still hooked around you, holding you close, but now you’re easing her down, back against the wet tile, your body lowering slowly with purpose.

she watches you. doesn’t stop you. doesn’t say a word.

you sink to your knees.

the water pounds over your shoulders as you settle in front of her, large hands gripping the tops of her thighs, pushing them open just slightly — enough to make her shift, enough to make her back arch off the wall like her body already knows what’s coming.

your breath is hot against her skin.

her thighs glisten, not just with water, but with heat, need, anticipation — every line of her honed by training and war and power. but here, right now, you’re the one in control.

and you’re going to savour it.

you press your lips to the inside of her right thigh, slowly. not a kiss — a drag of breath, then mouth, then tongue. her skin is smooth and salty from sweat and steam, and she twitches under the contact, just a little.

then your lips part, and you bite.

just enough to make her hiss and grab at your damp hair.

you grin against her skin and suck deep — a dark, blooming hickey right where the meat of her thigh curves outward. her breath stutters.

another kiss, just below the first. slower this time, your tongue swirling before your teeth graze again. then another mark — deliberate, unhurried, your mouth sinking into her like you want to brand her.

because you do.

she groans above you, and her hand tightens in your hair. “you better not stop there,” she mutters, voice ragged, thick with lust and the edge of challenge.

“i’m not stopping,” you murmur against her. “i’m worshipping.”

that earns you a breathy laugh — but it breaks when your mouth moves to the opposite thigh. you part her legs a little wider, coaxing her into a stance that gives you full access, full control. and you devour her there.

hot, open-mouthed kisses, tongue tracing the strong cut of her muscle, slow sucks that leave marks like constellations across her skin. her body is pure tension — tight, coiled, shifting between dominance and surrender as your mouth continues its path.

“you like those strong thighs, huh?” she says, trying to keep the teasing tone, but there’s a breathless hitch in her voice that betrays her.

“i love them,” you murmur, pressing a chaste kiss to one of the hickeys. “could spend hours right here.”

your tongue flicks along the sensitive crease where thigh meets hip, your breath now fanning across the heat of her pussy — so close she shudders.

and finally, finally, you look up at her.

she’s leaning back against the tile, white hair plastered to her cheeks and neck, chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths. her gaze pins you in place, feral and flushed. but she doesn’t say a word.

you lower your head.

and your mouth finds her pussy.

the first pass of your tongue is slow, deliberate — a long, flat drag from bottom to top. she exhales hard, hips jerking once before you settle your hands on them, pinning her in place. you do it again, slower. then with more pressure. then again, deeper.

she gasps when your tongue circles, flicks, teases. her thighs twitch under your palms, but she doesn’t close them — no, she opens them wider, baring herself completely for you now. the groans spilling from her mouth are low and drawn-out, punched from her lungs like she’s trying not to fall apart too fast.

you want her to fall apart.

you want to watch her unravel from the legs up — the very thighs you just worshipped now trembling around your head as you push your mouth harder against her, tongue plunging, curling, licking her into something desperate and wild.

and when her fingers clutch your hair tight, dragging you closer, her head knocking back against the tile with a helpless little sound, you know she’s yours.

the tremble in her thighs is addicting.

you can feel it in every small quake of muscle against your jaw, every desperate roll of her hips, every breathless curse that slips from her lips as you tear her down bit by bit. she’s so strong — always so strong — but right now? she’s barely holding on.

you draw back slowly, lips slick, chin wet, breath coming heavy through your nose. you press a kiss to the top of her mound, then another to the inside of her thigh — reverent, teasing. rumi’s gaze is hazy when she looks down at you, chest heaving, skin flushed a dark bronze from the heat.

“not letting me come yet?” she rasps.

you grin. “not yet,” you say, low and rough, as your hands slide back up her legs, thumbs grazing the curve of her hips. “i’m not done yet.”

she opens her mouth, maybe to make another cocky remark, but you grab her hips and spin her.

she lets out a sharp gasp as you push her legs back together, pushing her further into the tiled wall. she turns her head to look at you over her shoulder, and when your cock brushes between her thighs — right against that thick, slick heat you just tasted — she swears under her breath. a hot, needy sound.

but you’re not going there. not yet.

instead, you shift your hips lower, angle yourself carefully, and thrust between her thighs.

not inside.

between.

the tight, muscular press of her legs engulfs you. Her thighs, still trembling from your mouth, squeeze around your cock like they were made for it — slick, hot, velvet friction as you start to move.

slow. then faster.

the ridges of her muscles flex around you as you thrust between them, the water from the shower and the wetness from her pussy making everything glide perfectly. the sounds are filthy — wet and obscene and echoing in the tile-heavy bathroom like a drumbeat. her body jerks with every motion, head falling forward, mouth parting around a moan that’s as much a growl as it is a whimper.

“you like that?” you grunt against her against, one hand bracing beside her head, the other gripping her hip tight enough to bruise. “feel how good you are for me?”

rumi’s eyes flutter as her hips jerk in time with yours. “f-fuck, yeah,” she groans. “don’t stop. i swear to god, don’t fucking stop—”

you don’t stop. you drive into her harder, the drag of your cock between her thighs maddeningly tight, surrounded by nothing but heat and strength and the soft, helpless sounds she’s trying not to make.

your hand slides up, fingers finding her throat, not squeezing — just holding, possessive, grounding. her gaze snaps to yours, and it’s feral, a perfect storm of lust and pride and challenge.

“look at you,” you murmur against her jaw. “all that muscle. all that power. and you’re letting me fuck your thighs like they’re mine.”

her lips curl into a ragged smile. “that’s ‘cause they are yours.”

that snaps something inside you.

you groan — loud, raw — and rut harder between her thighs, the slap of your hips against her ass echoing off the tile, the slick glide of her skin against yours driving you right to the edge. her hands scramble for purchase, one braced against the wall in front of her, the other reaching behind her to grip onto your forearm.

you let go of her throat and reach between her legs. this time not to tease, but to finish what you started.

your fingers find her clit, swollen and slick, and you rub tight, punishing circles there as you fuck her thighs. her mouth drops open in a strangled cry, and her whole body locks.

then she shatters.

her orgasm hits like a detonation. full-body, guttural, her thighs clenching around you as her voice cracks on your name, heat pouring over your cock where you’re pressed so tightly between her legs.

that’s all it takes.

you groan against her skin as your own orgasm crashes through you, hot and sudden, spurting thick between her thighs as you thrust once, twice more — then hold, buried against her, chest heaving.

silence settles for a moment.

just the sound of the shower, your breaths tangled, her body twitching gently around yours.

then, still panting, rumi smirks as her head falls back against your shoulder. “not bad, big guy,” she mutters, voice hoarse.

you nuzzle into her neck, still catching your breath.

“you say that like we’re done.”

her grin sharpens. “oh, are we not?”

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He was always buried in his gaming, rarely giving you the time of day. It was usually tolerable, you didn't mind just being in each other's presence. But today, you felt an overwhelming need for his attention. You pleaded with San to log off and spend some time with you, but he kept insisting on just a few more games. Frustrated, you give up and climb onto his lap, burying your face into the crook of his neck, hips pathetically grinding against his thigh.

He sighs and grumbles, “Y/N, You’re such a pervert.” He chuckles, his gaze still on the game, his fingers moving at a frantic pace with his controller. You continue to grind on his lap, your neediness spurring him on to keep playing. He could feel your warmth seeping through his pants, your movements growing more desperate with each passing second.

San tries to focus on his game, but your insistent grinding makes it difficult to concentrate. He shifts uncomfortably, feeling a familiar stirring in his pants. With a frustrated groan, he pauses the game and sets the controller aside.

"Y/N, this is getting ridiculous. If you're going to keep doing this, at least let me enjoy it," he mutters, finally turning his attention fully to you. His hands move to grip your hips, pulling you away from his thigh and down to his crotch, making you straddle him fully. He can feel the heat of your core through his pants, and his own arousal grows in response

He grabs your hips tighter, grinding his hardening bulge against your core. His other hand reaches up to playfully tug at your hair. "Mmm, you're really worked up, aren't you Y/N? Grinding against me like a cat in heat," San Tsk’s. He rolls his hips, rubbing himself against your entrance. "I bet you're just aching to have me inside you, filling you up..."

He starts thrusting up to meet your movements. The friction of your clothed sexes rubbing together sends sparks of pleasure through the both of you.

"Fuck, you're so wet already. I can feel you dripping through your panties," San growls. He hooks a finger under the waistband, tugging it aside so he can rub his fingers along your slick, wet folds, causing your head to fall back and gasp.

"This what you want? Want me to shove my fat dick in your tight little pussy and fuck you right here?" He grinds the tip of his cock against your entrance teasingly. Before you could answer, he unhooks his finger and pulls your underwear back in place. He grins at your frustrated whimper, loving the desperate, needy expression on your face. His large hands roam your curves possessively as he continues grinding against you.

"Aww, did you think I was gonna give you what you want that easily? No way," he taunts with a chuckle. "You're gonna have to work for it, baby. Show me how badly you need my cock."

San leans back, getting more comfortable on his chair. He spreads his legs wider, giving you better access to his hard bulge straining against his pants. He gestures for you to keep going with a jerk of his chin.

"C'mon then, don't stop now. Grind that greedy little pussy all over my dick. Get us both nice and worked up," he demands huskily, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you closely.

The pressure and friction as you hump against him feels amazing, stoking the fire building between your legs. San breathes heavily, fingers digging into your hips. He rolls his hips up to meet your movements, fucking into your clothed sex.

"Yeah, just like that. Rub my cock with those needy hips. Fuck, you're so hot when you're like this - all desperate and horny for me," San praises breathlessly as he loses himself in your movements, chasing his own pleasure. The pressure and friction is driving him wild with need, his cock throbbing and leaking in his pants.

"This is turning me on so much," San pants harshly, one hand sliding up to roughly palm your breast. He pinches and tugs at your nipple through your shirt, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

"I bet you're so close already, aren't you slut? Gonna cum all over my cock like a dirty girl," he growls, rolling his hips up to grind against your clit. The added stimulation has you seeing stars, your moans growing louder and more desperate.

San leans forward to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he devours your mouth. His other hand delves between your bodies, pushing your panties aside so he can rub your dripping folds directly.

"Go on then, cum for me Y/N. Wanna feel this hot little pussy spasm on my fingers as you scream my name," San demands, circling your clit with expert precision. He scissors two fingers inside you, pumping them in time with the rhythm of your grinding.

You’re is putty in his hands, chasing your rapidly approaching orgasm. The lewd sounds of the dry humping fill the room as you both lose yourselves to pleasure, grinding and bucking together frantically. San feels his own release building but holds back, determined to make you come undone first.

Your moans grow higher in pitch as Sans skilled fingers work you closer to the edge. Your inner walls flutter around his digits as you grind desperately against his hand, chasing your release.

"That's it, cum for me slut. Show me how much you love my fingers in this needy cunt," San growls, curling his fingers just right. The added pressure on your g-spot combined with the relentless stimulation of your clit sends you flying over the edge with a sharp cry.

Your pussy spasms and clenches around Sans fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. He works you through it, prolonging your orgasm until you’re boneless and trembling in his lap.

As you come down from your high, San groans as he feels his orgasm rapidly approaching, his cock throbbing almost painfully. Unable to hold back anymore, he fumbles with his zipper, quickly freeing his hard length. He grips your hips and positions himself at your entrance, the head of his dick kissing your slick folds

"Fuck, I can't hold back anymore. Gonna breed this tight little pussy," San mutter, thrusting his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt inside your wet heat in one smooth stroke, burring himself in your sopping wet pussy.

You both groan at the sudden fullness, your sensitive walls clenching around the thick intrusion. San doesn't give you time to adjust, immediately starting up a brutal pace as he fucks into your still spasming cunt.

"Take it Y/N, take my cock. Gonna pump you full of my cum," he snarls, hips slapping obscenely against your ass as he ruthlessly pounds you into the gaming chair. San grips your hair, forcing your head back as he leans down to mark your neck with biting kisses and sucking hickeys.

The wet squelch of his cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy mixes with your moans and his grunts of pleasure. He fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, using your limp, oversensitive body for his own satisfaction.

"F-fuck! This what you wanted slut? My attention?My cock splitting you open? I’m gonna fill this pussy with my cum until it's dripping out of you," he growls, the filthy words only turning you on more.

With a few more deep thrusts, San buries himself to the hilt, groaning as he finds his release. He roars as your fluttering walls milk his cock for all it's worth. His balls draw up tight and with a few more erratic thrusts, he slams deep and explodes, pumping you full of his hot seed, breeding you, filling you up just as he promised Thick ropes of cum paint your inner walls and he keeps grinding against your cervix to make sure every last drop takes root.

You both stay locked together as San empties himself inside you, both panting harshly from the intensity of your shared orgasm. He nuzzles into your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your racing pulse. A smug, satisfied smirk tugs at his lips.

"Mmm fuck, knew you'd feel amazing wrapped around my cock," San murmurs, giving a lazy roll of his hips that makes you whimper. He pulls out slowly, watching with hooded eyes as his release trickles out of your used hole to stain your panties.

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