one of a kind thing

keeho's usually the dominant one in your relationship when it comes to sex, but he's rarely rough with it. he loves you and he always tries to make sure you're comfortable and not in pain in the first place; and you appreciate it, you really do, but sometimes you're just craving something more... intense. you've tried to talk to him about it, expressing how much you'd enjoy it if he were just a bit more commanding in bed, but even when he tried to grant your wish, you could always sense the hesitation in him in fear of hurting you. so you've found yet another way to actually get him to be harsher with you - making him angry. not angry angry, just the kind of irritation that simmers in him for long hours before it finally boils over when you're alone. you know pissing him off is not the proudest talent of yours, and swear you try to use it as rarely as possible, but it's not your fault it's that effective.

"answer me," he speaks again, the annoyed edge in his voice getting more prominent now. he's wearing the kind of expression that makes you think smoke is about to start coming out of his nose.

you meet his gaze head-on. "i don't know what you're talking about," you force your voice to a neutral tone as you respond, despite the warmth already spreading in your lower belly.

keeho clicks his tongue, clearly dissatisfied with your answer. he lets out a long exhale, glaring at you like you're just hopeless, and your thighs clench instinctively.

"on your knees," he says bluntly. you have the audacity to raise an eyebrow at him, making no move to do what he said, at which he bristles, his full lips curving into a frown. his arm shoots out, grabbing your face with one hand in a way that makes your cheeks squished and lips puckered. "i said," he repeats, this time slower and darker. like he's daring you to see what happens if you keep misbehaving. "on. your. knees."

there's something about the warning in his voice that makes him seem almost dangerous now, and you'll be damned if you didn't just feel butterflies in your stomach. this time without a smartass remark, you lower yourself down to the ground, kneeling on the cold floor in front of him.

"look at you," he loosens his grip on your face, but doesn't let go completely. he turns your chin left and right, as if inspecting every inch of your face, his tone almost condescending as he talks. "you've been wanting this, huh? riling me up all day so i treat you like a whore? you think i don't know what game you've been playing?"

your eyes widen a fraction at his words. he knows? then why didn't he say something instead of just letting you piss him off further?

keeho smirks at your expression, feeling your cheeks warm beneath the pads of his fingers. "that's right," his hand leaves your face to unbuckle the belt in his jeans. "you're gonna get just what you wanted."

you don't even realize you're holding your breath as you watch him get rid of the leather belt first, then open the zipper of his pants, and finally push them down to his feet. he kicks them off to the side, but you pay no attention to their whereabouts, your gaze fixated on the outline of his half-hard cock visible through the black armani boxers, and you swear your mouth starts to water.

wasting no time, you lean forward, bracing your hands on his thighs, as you press the flat of your tongue against the base of his dick through the material. keeho only laughs at your eagerness. "would you look at that," he almost coos, running a hand through your hair to push it out of the way as you lap at him, your saliva leaving wet patches on the black fabric. "you just can't wait to finally have a cock in your mouth, isn't that right?"

you let out an affirmative hum in response, completely shameless, the vibrations making his hips jerk. his boner is getting more prominent with each touch, straining against his boxers as he throws his head back in pleasure.

then you're wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, sucking and flicking your tongue against it, your spit creating bubbles over the surface of the fabric. that makes him let out a soft grunt - the biggest sign of him being affected so far - and soon he's tugging on your hair to pull your head away from him.

"that's enough," he orders, his thumbs already hooking in the waistband of his boxers to pull them down to join his pants somewhere on the floor. his cock is so hard it almost springs into your face; thick, a little curved, and flushed red at the tip. a drop of precum forms on the top of the head as he gives it a few pumps, his other hand tipping your chin up so he can catch your hazed gaze. "open."

you do as he says - jaw hanging open and tongue sticking out just past your lower lip - and the sight of you like that makes him curse under his breath. he takes a step closer and lines up the head of his dick with your mouth, tapping it against your tongue a couple times at first. "see what you do to me?" he rasps, letting out a huff of air when your lips wrap around his tip and suck on it lightly. "been walking around half-hard in front of the guys because of your little games. think you deserve to be treated like a good girl after pulling that little stunt of yours?"

you pull off his dick with a soft pop, looking up at him from under your lashes as you shake your head. "no-"

keeho cuts you off by grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling on it to tilt your face up. "did i say you could fucking stop?" he snarls at you, then guides your mouth onto his cock again - this time forcing you to take him a bit deeper, an inch or two past the head. you let out a surprised yelp, muffled by his length, but he pays it no mind as he starts to move your head back and forth.

"you're gonna be treated like the little cock-hungry slut you are," his words are forced through his clenched teeth, the anger and lust mixing into something dangerous, as he starts to thrust shallowly into your mouth in time with the movements of your head. "gonna fuck that pretty mouth until you're begging me to stop. because that's what you wanted, no? all that trouble just to get fucked dumb."

all you can do is whimper around him and dig your nails into his thighs as he guides your movements, his thrusts getting deeper and rougher with every moment, until his head starts hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. you can feel yourself getting wetter with every filthy word he throws your way; you expected your taunts to work, they always do after all, but never like this. the way he talks down to you and leaves no space for your input is just as new as it is arousing.

"fuck, yeah..." keeho's eyes fall closed momentarily as he gets lost in the feeling of your mouth taking him so well, your cheeks hollowed as you suck his cock whenever he pulls back, your little helpless whimpers going straight to his head. "come on, babe, you can do better than that. open up."

your grip on his legs tightens when he pulls your head harder towards him, trying to loosen up your throat and fight against the gag reflex as the head of his cock presses more insistently against the muscle.

he finally pushes all the way in with a couple more thrusts, tears spilling out of your eyes as he presses your nose right against his groin.

"goddamnit-" he lets out a groan, strong hand holding you in place without any chance to move, his cock twitching in your mouth every time your throat flutters around it when you gag, spit spilling out from the corners of your mouth and onto your chin. "such a fucking whore. look at you, choking on my cock," he snickers, grinding his hips against your mouth a couple times despite your already messy state. "and there's nowhere else you'd rather be now, huh?"

you pull away when he finally loosens his hold on your hair, coughing and gasping for air. he only watches you as you wipe your tear and spit-striken face with the back of your hand, smirking as he strokes himself slowly.

"what would the others say if they knew my little sweet girl is such a good cock-sucker?" he taunts, pulling you back in with his hand in your hair. this time though, he angles your mouth towards his balls, all thick and swollen, his own hand jerking his cock as you obediently work your tongue and mouth lower.

"just like that... gonna fuck that tight pussy after- shit-" he cuts off with a gasp when you suck one of his testicles into your mouth, tongue drawing gentle circles over the delicate skin. he feels his balls starting to tighten, nearing his release, so he yanks your head back before slamming his cock back into your mouth. you don't even startle this time, only moaning around him and taking him as deep as you can as he fucks your throat.

"gonna- fuck- gonna cum..." he hisses, hands leaving your hair to brace on the backrest of the couch behind you, allowing him to thrust deeper and faster as he approaches his orgasm. "swallow it. fucking take it."

you try to nod as best as you can with your mouth full of him, doubling your efforts as you suck and flick your tongue over the underside of his shaft. then finally, with a couple more thrusts and a string of curses gasped under his breath, his muscles lock as he spills right down your throat with a strained groan. you gag a little, but you manage to swallow everything except for a single drop that drips from the corner of your mouth.

he pulls out of your mouth after a moment, letting you both catch your breath. you lick your lips, gathering all the residue on your tongue, pressing your thighs together in a futile attempt to get some kind of friction.

keeho opens his eyes again to the view of you still on your knees, squirming and looking all desperate below him, and he feels all of his blood being redirected back to his softening cock. his eyes darken, and he grabs you by your hair to pull you up onto your feet and manhandle you to bend over the back of the couch before you even have the time to think about how wobbly your knees feel.

he tugs your pants down along with your underwear in one, sharp movement. he doesn't even bother to pull them all the way down your legs, leaving them wrapped around your lower thighs and binding your knees together as he drags his fingers between your pussy lips.

"fuckin' soaked," he snickers, the tips of his fingers toying with your swollen clit. "you're getting off of this, huh? being called a filthy, cock-sucking whore?"

the friction feels incredible and not enough at the same time after all that's already happened and how needy you are; you moan, loud and obscene, and try to push your hips back against his hand, but he holds you down with his other one as he clicks his tongue at your desperation.

he takes the hand away, smirking when you whine at the loss of friction, and uses the arousal he gathered on his hand to lube his cock before lining the head with your entrance. "big breath," he taunts with a wicked smirk, and bottoms out in one, deep thrust of his hips.

you gasp, breath catching your throat and your hands clenching on the backrest at the sudden fullness. you don't get any time to recover before he's slamming into you mercilessly, hands gripping your waist to pull you back against him, impaling you fully on his cock with every thrust.

"keeho-!" you cry out, your knees buckling where they're still held together with your clothes, every slam of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

"so- goddamn tight..." keeho groans between thrusts, hips speeding up as if to chase another approaching orgasm. he tugs your shirt up to expose your breasts that bounce with every slam of his cock against your cervix, and pushes the hem into your mouth to keep them in sight. when his hands move from your waist to your tits, kneading the flesh and pinching your nipples, the coil in your belly threatens to snap.

"you like that? when i take whatever i want from this perfect cunt?" he growls into your ear as he leans down over you, pressing you down with his chest against your back. he takes one of his hands off your breast to spank your ass cheek harshly when you don't answer fast enough.

"yes! god- i love it!" you almost sob out the words, muffled by your shirt you're holding between your teeth, holding onto the couch for your dear life. "keeho- ah, fuck-! i'm close- i'm close, please-!"

this only seems to spur him on, his movements getting faster and less coordinated as he pushes you both to your climaxes. "yes- fucking milk my cock dry-"

one of his hands sneaks around your hips to find your clit and attack it with tight, merciless circles - and it's all it takes for you to tip over the edge, pussy walls clamping around his dick as you cum with a gasp of his name, the spit-soaked hem of your shirt falling out of your mouth. the increased tightness takes him right along with you - a few more thrusts into your tight cunt and he's spilling inside you for the second time, hips pressed flush against your ass as his cock twitches with the last spurts of cum before he collapses over your body, both of you breathing heavily.

as you lie there, bent over the couch, mind hazy from powerful orgasm, you can only think of one thing:

you can't wait for the next dinner with his friends.

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