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"My baby... I can eat you out better without them."

"Leave 'em on.. please Ji... fuck you look so hot with them on... just try... please… fuck... just touch me again..." You're bucking your hips up in the air, hoping you'll entice him back in.

And who is he to deny his baby when she's so cute and presenting her perfect cunt to him like this?

He sighs and dives back in. Strong arms prying open your legs and face burying into your pussy. He moans instantly into you as he flattens his tongue against you. He sighs as he tastes you again, tongue flattening against your flesh. He licks a long stripe up your center, big eyes peering up at you from between your legs. 

When he reaches your clit, he sucks it into his mouth and his eyes flutter closed. You throw your head back, hands curling back into his hair and pushing him further into you. You struggle to keep still, squirming against his face as he lowers his tongue once more and works his way into your entrance.

Jisung fucks his tongue into you in a slow and gentle pace. Slurping up anything your body gives him.

He groans in frustration when your hips buck against his face again. He slides his hands from your thighs up to your hips, "Keep still baby."

You whine and throw your head back again, "'mm tryin' Ji... just feels s'good."

"I know baby..." he licks a stripe up you, "Just relax..." he trails off. 

He flings your left leg over his shoulder and props his elbow up to keep you there. His glasses are foggy and slipping down his nose, but he watches you over them as his other hand travels down your body again.

He's nasty when you let him be. His fingers pushing around your wetness and pads of his fingers moving over your folds. His eyes are trained to where he plays with you, fingers moving around and brushing your clit every so often. But he waits. 

Jisung is a patient man when he wants to be, and today appears to be one of those days. He leaves your skin for a moment to push his glasses back up.

"Look at you, baby..." he smiles fondly up at your fucked out expression, "losing it over a pair of glasses."

You whine and squirm under him again.

"I haven't even taken my clothes off, Jagi... and you're squirming this badly for me?"

"Ji, please..." you trail off, hand crawling down your body to grab hold of his. 

His heart warms. It always does when you reach for him like this, clinging tight to his hand as you fall apart for him.

His fingers circle around your entrance, placing pressure but not penetrating yet. 

"Sungie-"

"That's it, baby... call my name like that again... fuck, I love the way you moan it, baby... say it again."

"Sungie-"

Without hesitation, two of his fingers plunge inside you. He starts rubbing you from inside, thumb reaching up to toy with your clit. He rubs in circles while his fingers move deeper until they hit that spot inside you.

You're a moaning, whining mess at this point. Your knuckles turn white from gripping both Jisung’s hand and the sheets. 

His words only make you feel hotter, "That's right, baby... right there huh? Fuck I love this pussy... always so good for me, isn't it?"

"Yes-yes Sungie- all yours."

"Fuck," he speeds up his movements, "yeah... this is all for me... only me..."

"Only you Sung- fuck... right there-"

He keeps his pace, bullying your cunt from the inside. His thumb gets sloppy and erratic. His own moans build the closer he feels you get.

"Come on baby... show me what's mine... come for me jagi... come on... I know you're right there."

"Sungie- fuck-" you drop his hand and reach for his hair once more, trying to tug him closer to you. "Need you Ji... please... I need you-"

He moves instantly. Fingers still buried inside you, but body hovering over you. His white shirt hangs off his body exposing the black ink along his chest. 

You don't have much time to admire it before his lips are on yours. It’s messy and fast and desperate. You taste yourself on him as you suck his tongue into your mouth. 

His fingers speed up and you moan cry out. You’re so wet the sound of him fingering is loud between you.

Your hands find the back of his neck. The chain around it dangles in front of you and knocks against your chin with the way he moves against you. When your nails dig into his scalp, he moans loudly into your mouth and breaks apart for a moment.

His fingers continue working you open, and you feel the coil tighten inside you.

His eyes flick down to where his fingers are disappearing inside you and he groans out, "you're so fucking hot like this baby... so fucking hot... all desperate and fucked out..." he looks back up to you. Your eyes glazing over and staring into his. 

"Oh baby," he smiles, holding back a laugh. He's sweet about it, not teasing or mean. But he loves that he gets to have you like this. He loves getting you so needy that you're nearly brought to tears. "It's okay honey... I'm here... I'm gonna make it all better my love I promise... just focus on me... come on... come for me..."

You whine, "c-can't-"

"Yes you can baby... take what you need... I'll give you anything you need... what do you need baby?"

His voice is so sweet and caring, even now, and it causes you to squeeze your eyes shut. Unable to form anymore words, you buck your hips up into his hand again.

"That's it," he smiles, flattening the palm of his hand against you and rubbing over your clit. "That's it... take what you need baby... I'm right here... I'm not going anywhere."

You squirm and chase and whine until the coil builds unbearably high. Your body shivers as you come, Jisungs voice the only clear point in your head.

"That's a good girl... see that? I knew you had it in you... fuck you're so good f'me baby..." He speaks, slowing his movements ever so slightly to help you come down from your high.

You huff out a breath as your body collapses against the bed. Jisung slides his fingers out of you slowly and caress up your pussy one last time before his eyes look back up to you.

"You did so good baby," he smiles, before shoving his fingers inside his mouth and licking himself clean. "Taste so good jagi..." he mutters, leaning down and placing a soft kiss to your lips.

He moves to either cheek and then your forehead, his usual habit after he makes you see stars. 

He hums against the skin of your temple, "I'll be right back my love," before he disappears into the bathroom.

He cleans you off with a warm washcloth and slides a fresh pair of his boxers onto you. He rises from the bed and for the first time you see the wet spot on his boxers. 

"Baby..." you coo. He looks back to you and follows your gaze.

He chuckles, "don't worry darling. I got everything I need."

It wasn't long before he was back in bed. Glasses and shirt off and thrown aside. He pulls you against his chest, hands caressing over your still tacky skin. On instinct your fingers trace over the black ink on his chest.

"You're a fucking menace," you quiet out.

He chuckles, "you love it."

"Mmm," you hum, "I suppose I do."

Aunty Lina who opens the door to you crying one time, after a fight she had with her husband once. You ended up on the couch together, talking over a glass of wine and forgetting about whatever plans she had for the night.

You found Lina at the club one night. You were dancing with your friends when you caught a glimpse of her at the bar, struggling to order a drink. You dismissed yourself, bouncing over to the bar and leaning over beside her.

"Red yeah?"

"Y/N," she blinks in surprise, "what- what are you doing here?"

You giggle, "buying you a drink"

Lina didn't want to ruin your night, so she sat back with the bottle you ordered and paid for. Though you laughed about it, because technically it was her money to begin with.

Lina, who watched you from afar, dancing and grinding on one of the girls you bought along. She thought you looked so graceful.

Lina whose jealousy built up ugly inside her. Not because you were with someone else, but because her husband was the only person she'd ever been with. And maybe a part of her was jealous that you were able to be with a woman... like that. 

Lina who watched you kissed her.

You saw Lina move into the bathroom once you broke away from her. You could have sworn she was crying. You excused yourself to go check.

Lina was wiping her tears away when you walked in. For a club bathroom it was pretty empty.

"Unnie?"

"Y/N," she sniffles, "are you... are you having a good night?"

"I was."

"Oh fuck... don't let me ruin your night."

You move closer and reach up, drying her tears on your finger, "Unnie, you're not ruining anything... do you need someone to talk to?"

Lina ends up confessing a lot to you that night. Sat on the sticky bathroom floor, talking about how her husband hasn't touched her in months. How her unemployment is making her feel useless. How motherhood is a beautiful gift that's been tainted by her husbands inability to help her. 

Lina who cries most when she tells you she might be bi... or gay... or into women... she wasn't really sure. She cried about never having experimented, never being able to... never even kissing a woman.

Maybe you were a little tipsy, maybe you had been thinking about her non-stop since she opened her door to you, but one way or the other, your lips found their way to Lina's and it was impossible to pull away.

That was, until you felt Lina completely still. 

You snapped away immediately.

"I'm sorry- fuck... I shouldn't have done that... you're married... you're-"

And this time, it was Lina who grabbed your neck and moved you towards her lips. And god was she a good kisser. You swear you've never tasted anyone so sweet.

Still sat on the sticky floor, you pushed her back against the tiled wall and deepened the kiss. You were desperate for more, working down her jaw and along the column of her throat. 

"Sweetheart-" she chokes out, tears still wetting her eyelashes.

"You deserve better..." You whisper against her skin, "you deserve to kiss girls..." you crane your neck up to look at her, "that's if you want to kiss them."

Her breath was heavy, and from where your head was positioned, you could nearly feel her chest against your chin.

"I want to kiss you..." she whispered, louder than she wanted but quiet like a secret. And it was. And it scared her.

Aunty Lina texted you after that night, thanking you for the kiss, but setting a boundary. It couldn't happen again. 

Aunty Lina who had her husband do the handoffs from then on. 

Aunty Lina, the woman you couldn't get out of your head. The one who drove you mad just from one kiss. You wanted to give her everything, and you wanted her to take was she needed.

You knew it wasn't exactly right of you, but you started dressing nicer to come over. Nothing scandalous, but hair and face done up, shirt a little too short and tight. Nothing that hindered your work, but enough that you caught Lina looking.

And Lina, whose legs were practically glued shut when you were around in fear that you would smell her, or see her, or know what she was thinking. 

Lina, who more than once, had laid down on her bed with fingers buried deep inside her to the thought of your lips on her neck.

Lina, who couldn't take it anymore when you rocked had spilled juice on your shirt and exchanged it for one of hers. One look of you in her clothes and she was gone.

Lina dragged you into her bedroom once the door was shut on her daughters room. She locked it, she checked the time, she tried everything to make sure her tracks would be covered before you even realised what was happening.

Before you knew it, Lina had you spread out on the bed. Your knees bracketed hers from where he knelt above you. Her hands, soft and delicate, gripped the backs of your thighs with the strength only a mother could have. 

Lina, whose mouth did years of exploring your body in under five minutes. And when she reached you where you needed her, gentle fingers prying off the layers of fabric that lay between her and your core, she breathed out. The feeling against your sensitive core sent shivers through your body.

And when Lina's lips finally reached out to touch you, you arched into her mouth instantly. 

"That's it baby..." you whispered, hand threading through her hair, "take what you need... fuck... you needed this huh? Fuck, right there pretty... use your tongue-"

Lina, who has never been more turned on in her life than right now, listening to your instruction and learning how to please you. Your pretty moans, your trembling thighs and your shaky hands all sent shockwaves through her system.

Lina felt alive for the first time in years.

Lina, who was a very quick learner. 

You had taught Lina how to finger you in her kitchen while her family set up for dinner on the back porch. A hand pressed to your mouth, learning from your reactions and expressions.

Lina, who licked herself clean and slapped your ass as she walked back outside to her family. You took a little longer to join them, but sat next to her when you did.

After the demonstration in the kitchen, it was hard to keep your hands off her. It was wrong, but Lina was right there. And her thighs, big and plump and pressed so firmly against yours like she was begging you to do something.

You only teased her, but Lina was very quickly finding out a lot about herself.

Lina who called you over one day with a surprise and you who went running.

An hour later Lina had you dumb on her strap, fucking into you hard and fast and unrelenting. She babbled on and on about the countless videos she watched to learn this for you, how she wanted you to be taken care of, how she wanted you to be quiet for once.

And boy did it work.

In minutes your mouth was hung open with silent cries of "right there, right there" slipping from your tongue and Lina who was drinking it all in.

You hadn't meant for it to slip out, but Lina stopped fucking you the moment she heard you call her mommy.

Your eyes snapped open, blinking rapidly at her and muttering apology after apology. But Lina has this darkness in her eyes, a flicker of something innate.

"Say it again," she whispered. And when you didn't answer, she fucked up into harder than before, "say it again," she gritted.

"Fuck- Mommy please-"

"Please what darling?"

"Please- fuck- please let me come on it- please mommy- please please please-"

"You're such a good girl," she stroked your hair back, eyes sparkling and staring down to yours. "Asking for permission, begging for me... is that all you're good for jagi?"

"Yes mommy- made for you- ngh- ma-made for your cock-"

"That's right," she kept fucking into you, soft and gentle and mindblowing, "such a good girl..."

And when Lina finally makes you come, it's loud and messy and filthy. 

You were Lina's little toy after that. She'd invite you over when her husband couldn't please her, or when she was bored and especially when she was horny.

Yo worked around her schedule. School drop offs and her husband's business meetings. 

Lina considered herself the luckiest woman alive to have you as her little plaything, and you were so happy to be the vessel in which she gets what she wants. 

You worshipped Lina. Her soft body from carrying her children, her pretty eyes that melted for you and glazed over when you licked her how she liked.

You had grown more attached to her than you thought. Lina was just so... there... she would have you dumb on her strap one moment and washing your hair the next.

You picked up a little duck that sat on the side of the bath and giggled. Lina's fingers massaged into your scalp as she worked in the shampoo.

She laughed too, and you swear the heavens opened up.

"That's Yongbokkies favourite..."

"I know," you reminisced, "she refused to get in the bath the other day until I found it... why was it under her pillow?"

Lina chuckled, silence filling the bathroom for a moment. 

"You're good with her."

"She's a good kid."

"No I meant," she turns you so you're looking at her, "she adores you."

You laugh, "yeah cause I give her treats before bed."

Lina didn't laugh this time, instead fixing you with a gaze of contentment.

"It's different... you're... you're more than just her babysitter..."

"Lina..." 

Lina kisses you soft and sweet that night. Nothing like the first kiss you shared or the ones she gives you when you're crying on her cock. No. This one is a promise of more. And it destroys you.

It destroys Lina the next time you show up at her house, dressed in oversized clothes and face bare. It destroys her because you're so pretty, and you refuse to look at her. 

When Lina tried to pull you into the bathroom after her daughter was down for 'a shower', you pulled your hand back with an excuse about the time and needing to be at college early.

When Lina called you let it ring out, when she texted you left her on read. You made her desperate and waiting. Until she couldn't stand it anymore.

You thought you were hearing things when you walked back in from your day at college. Lina's voice drifting in from the living room, mixing with your mothers in polite laughter and ill intentions. 

Lina pulled you aside when your mother went to refill the tea. Her smirk told you everything you needed to know. You dragged her into the small bathroom, cramped and close and whispering to her.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I was worried about you... we haven't fu-"

You cover her mouth with yours, "my mother is right outside."

You could feel Lina smiling beneath your hand, her own reaching out to grab you and pull you closer.

"What did I do baby?" She whispered, lowering your hand from her mouth, "What do I have to do to get you in my bed again huh?"

"Divorce your husband." You let out. No shame, no hesitation. 

Lina's face went pale.

You sent her a text later that said you couldn't be her daughters babysitter anymore.

Lina cried silently that night.

The next time you saw Lina was months later. She was at that same club you first kissed her in. She was leant over the sink in the bathroom, touching up her lipstick as you walked in.

"L-Lina-" you gasped.

"Hi jagi," she smirked. She placed her hand on the sink and for some god forsaken reason you turned to look. No ring.

You look back up to Lina, and her smile is deadly. Intoxicating and alluring. 

And when she spoke, you swear you heard your heard sing.

"How about a dance jagiya?"