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kinktober day thirteen: somnophilia kink

>>> y'all i worked breeding into the plot again officer take me away!! i just love soft and domestic sho, and it also totally feels like something he'd love!!

>>> starring: shouto todoroki x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: fingering, oral (fem receiving) somno, breeding, reader hates working lmfao, creampie obviously, mating press. >>> wc: 2.6k >>> event masterlist

shouto loves relaxing. he was sure this was something everyone enjoyed, until he met you. you seemed to stay occupied at all times, delving into hobby after hobby to keep yourself busy. being professional heroes was draining enough, he thought, so why were you indulging in running clubs and extra gym sessions? why did you spend more time learning new recipes and anxiously cleaning the house these days than lounging in bed with him watching tv like you used to? of course, his first assumption is that he has done something to push you away or upset you, as he’s prone to doing. he’s naturally aloof and a bit distant, all things he tries to push past to connect to you, the only person who makes him feel warmth were his coldness usually lies. you know how he is, how he can come off a bit frigid and almost mean without thinking about it, or how he struggles to read your body language and cues—always missing the hints you throw him. you’re used to it by now, far more accommodating than a grown man like him deserves, so he figures this time he needs to get to the bottom of this and make it up to you and prove he can be in tune with your emotions too.

you had grown restless, but it wasn’t all your husband’s fault. you felt so out of place these days, feeling awkward in your own role in life. you enjoy being a hero some days, other days you can hardly motivate yourself to get out of bed. work had become monotonous and meaningless, the streets of japan were safer than they had been in years past, so most of your days were spent patrolling and training if they weren’t consumed in paper work. you felt stagnant, and things were only complicated further by your conflicting emotions. all your friends from school were retired to spend time with their families or in the process of retiring to go home and take care of their parents or kids—and then there was you. a family would be…perfect, but it was a touchy subject with shouto and you didn’t want to press the matter just because you needed a change in life. so yes, you started tinkering around with hobbies to try and get your mind off of things, knowing you had accepted the possibility of not having children when you agreed to be his misses todoroki. he hadn’t taken the possibility completely off the table, but you knew he wanted to broach the subject whenever he was ready. so you started using the home gym a little more, picking up books your girlfriends recommended, even working on your cooking skills all in an effort to feel something other than bored.

you didn’t associate your issues with shouto, still acting as normal as possible in other regards other than your drifting away. you really didn’t think he’d notice given the lack of emotional fluency he had, hoping if you could replace the void growing within you that everything would go back to normal and you could be as happy as you were five or ten years ago. but he had noticed, of course. he missed his wife alongside him, but it wasn’t his fault that he had trauma associated with family and was unsure of himself as a father. it certainly wasn’t his fault that when you got married right out of high school you hadn’t cared—knowing that you love him either way. this is still true, of course, but back then you hadn’t imagined you’d feel this way, this tired of the life you worked so hard for. so ready for the next chapter, especially as ochako welcomes baby midoriya number two and you’re left in charge of the elder brother at the hospital.

the little boy was only about four or so, absolutely adorable and the image of his father. he was a giggly kid, clinging to his “auntie” with excitement to meet his baby brother or sister. ochako called as soon as she was sure she was in labor, and you dropped everything to go support your closest friend, not that you needed an excuse to leave work early anyway. shouto was still working, of course, as a top five hero he was often kept busy. but that left you to wrangle the toddler on your own. it was way easier than you expected, even with the energetic little boy bouncing all over the waiting room waiting for his dad to come get him. he still conversed with you and ate his lunch like a good boy—though that’s because his parents were so good at raising him, but what would you expect from them?

all the day proved to you was that you weren’t just making up solutions to your problems, having a family really is what you want. but still, you love your husband more than this want, so you’ll double down on your hobbies until you find something that sticks.

he reads your texts over and over, waiting on you to get back from the hospital. he had set up a date, truly romantic when he tries to be, and when bakugou answers his calls. following his advice, he had your favorite dinner made and the dining room table was intimately set. ochako had her second baby, and that threw a minor wrench in his plans even lthough he was overjoyed for them, and for you for being their dependable friend in that moment. he sits at the table, all the food keeping warm in the oven as the wax of the candles starts to wane. he had flowers, wine, all the things he knew to try and connect with you and get to the center of your sleepless nights.

when you walk in, he stands, smiling sheepishly. you smile back, though it doesn’t reach the entirety of your eyes. then you notice he’s guarding the table, and you creep closer. “hey, honey.”

“welcome home, sweetheart.” he nods, stepping aside to show you the lovely dinner scene just for you. your heart melts a little at his effort, knowing it was always a great show of his love to do something like this, much preferring cuddle sessions and shared showers over grand displays of affection.

“aw, shou.” you pout, giving him a big hug, “this is so pretty, to what do i owe the pleasure?” you giggle like everything is normal. he hums in thought, slender arms holding your waist as he stews over what to say.

“you’ve been distant as of late.” he says without a trace of malice or disappointment. his words catch you by surprise–he did notice. he lets you go, pulling out your chair and tilting his head for you to sit. “why?”

you clear your throat and sit, any charade you wanted to drum up crumbling in your brain. you can’t lie to him, but how could you approach this without feeling like you’re betraying his trust and wishes. you sigh. “i… i’ve just been trying to find new hobbies.”

“you’re hardly sleeping, and i feel like i never see you anymore.” he frowns, making his way to the oven to retrieve the dinner the chef made. “what is it really, sweetheart? do you feel as if you cannot talk to me? is it something i’ve done?”

you chew the inside of your lip as he assembles food on your plate. “i don’t enjoy hero life anymore. i’m ready for the next chapter, to feel important for other reasons.” you reply, not wanting to make him at fault for your whirlwind feelings as of late.

he takes in what you say, smart enough to connect some dots. the picture you sent him of you holding baby midoriya in your arms and big brother proudly sitting on your lap was the happiest you’ve looked in some time. “the next chapter…as in, motherhood?”

you look up at him, studying his mismatched eyes for a hint of how he feels. you sigh, “i know, i know. i guess that’s why i’ve been a little withdrawn…i feel bad about it, i know what you want.” you chuckle sadly, sipping at the wine provided. “really, i’m trying to get over it, i guess. maybe we could get a dog?”

now he was disappointed. not in your desires, but that you put his possible feelings above your actual ones without ever speaking to him about it. just like you, he had changed as well. he wasn’t the same unsure eighteen year old he was when you married him, and though he still held trauma from his childhood, he had long accepted the concept of being a father since you were by his side. he could do anything if he was with you. he cuts into the meal and gives you a sympathetic glance.

“you should have told me. a family…i think i’m ready for that, if you’re saying you’re ready to stay home in that way.” he hums, knowing you wouldn’t put yourself in harm’s way after becoming a mother. you gape at him, replaying his words over in your head.

“wh–i don’t want you to do it just for me.” you double down, blindsided by his revelation. had you really put yourself through all of this for nothing?

“i would do anything for you.” he replies instantly, and he meant that with no restrictions. “but i had considered it again around the time izuku welcomed his first.”

“meaning you were ready four years ago?!” you almost cry out just from the shock alone, and he chuckles softly.

“not ready to have one then, but i knew i would want some eventually. now is a good time. we’re stable. you made me nervous.” he sips at his wine, eating his food nonchalantly.

“i made you nervous? i–” you sputter, still grappling with the fact that shouto was more than willing to try for a baby.

“i thought i messed up, you were drifting from me. i wish i had known all you wanted was a child.” he hums thoughtfully, a full plan coming together in his head to comfort both of you. “and you haven’t been getting enough sleep for weeks, so i’ll make sure you get both tonight.”

you took that to mean that he’ll fuck you to sleep, another thing he’s prone to do at times. so you shower and meet him in bed, trying to repress your giddiness. you didn’t notice the devious smirk your husband gave you as you sink into his arms. he pulls the blankets over you both, leaning in to give you the routine kisses before bed, and then he turns over like he’s going to sleep.

you look at the ceiling in the dark with confusion. did he forget or change his mind?

“you have to go to sleep before i’ll give you that child, sweetheart.” he speaks into the night, making your heart pound with a mix of frustration and intrigue and warmth at how he cares for you, as worked up as you were for him now, you groan and turn over. your brain is quiet as it’s your heart that races for once, and eventually you’re able to drift to sleep.

he waits a few hours to make sure you’re good and asleep, his whole plan would be ruined if he woke you up. shouto loves you more than anything, and he hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he was worried. you had to be well rested, especially if you hoped to give him a baby after all. so only when he hears your quiet snores and deep breathing does he scoot closer, gently positioning you on your back. you dressed in a little nightgown in anticipation of him anyhow, so it was easy for him to locate your waiting bundle of nerves. he rubs you carefully, drawing small circles over your hood as you squirm the slightest bit beside him. he slides his fingers down to the familiar hole beneath, nodding at the feeling of slick appearing, your sweet body was responding to him. he crawls between your legs and carefully pushes your nightgown up over your chest, completely bewitched at the sight of your nipples perking up and goosebumps covering your perfect body.

he thinks it’s almost ridiculous to think he wouldn’t want children with you. you’ve been in his life since his ua days and no one knew him like you did. you were someone so clearly meant to be a mother, it would be a crime not to give you the family you deserve. he easily parts your thighs, massaging and kneading the thickness he finds there as he lowers his face to your slick cunt. he’s always so gentle, but no time more than now as he hopes to remedy all your problems in one fell swoop like a good husband should. he laps at your center, angular nose bumping against the sensitive clit nestled above until he can hear your breathing change. he didn’t think he’d like it this much, but knowing that your body responds to him even subconsciously has his dick growing in his pants. you taste just as good as usual, growing wetter against his face with every passing second. he slides his fingers in, needing to know when you came. you spasm around the digits as his mouth focuses your swollen clit, and he knows you won’t take much longer. he may need his time understanding emotions and the like, but he knew your body like he knew his own. a few more flicks of his tongue over your nub and pumps of his fingers tickling your insides has you unraveling, and even in your sleep you look majestic cumming on his face.

he shoves himself out of his boxers, admiring the way you still jerk when he presses his his fingers to your sensitivity. he draws your thighs around his slender hips, angling his pretty cock to your folds. he nuzzles the length along your folds to coat himself despite the pre oozing from his pink tip, taking a second to enjoy that sight in and of itself. then he sheaths himself, careful not to hiss too loud. you feel amazing, clenching him so tight even in the r.e.m stages of sleep, it’s almost too much for him to process. this was the first attempt at a baby, a family he never imagined himself having until he married and matured with you. it’s intoxicating, really, the way he rocks his way into your waiting pussy, silky walls guiding him in and out without any resistance. he has to bite down on his lip not to grunt and moan at how you feel, promising himself that he’d stay quiet and fill you to the brim. he pushes your legs to your chest, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. you only pant softly as he draws in and out of you, figuring this deep angle would be the best for his seed.

all you did was follow his orders, getting the rest he demanded in exchange for his cum, even though he really won in the end. getting you to sleep, getting to see your body recognize and beg for him, getting to shove his cock deep and impress himself on your womb was more than a fair trade. a soft grunt slips past his lips as his hips stutter. his balls feel unimaginably heavy and then they don’t, his heavy load being fucked even deeper by the determined man you married. even when his warmth pools around his own dick as it goes soft inside you, he doesn’t quit, rolling his hips until he’s too sensitive to continue.

he’s the one that doesn’t get any sleep that night, watching you sleep with his seed tucked in you only inspired him to take breaks and keep pumping you full, resigning himself to rest hours later when he can’t possibly cum anymore.

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authorhjk1 · 9 months

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Stairway to heaven

Shin Yuna X Male Reader

You knew you were in for a rough ride as you saw her coming over this morning. Spending more and more time with each other, Ahin and you started to work out together. It seemed to be a good idea at first, especially after what happened last time. But as she keeps showing up, your routines get interrupted more than once.

Right now, you are sitting on the bench after doing a couple of reps of pull ups as your eyes wander to Ahin.

Unfortunately, she is working out right in front of you. Just two or three meters away. Her loose pink pants aren't able to hide anything as she does her squats.

You don't know if she is doing this on purpose or not, but today, she wouldn't even have to. Her outfits are usually well balanced between slutty or comfortable. It usually doesn't interrupt your workout, but makes you stay longer in the gym for obvious reasons. And since the gym is in your basement, Ahin seems almost too comfortable to wear what she wants.

Just like today. You don't know what fabric it is, but it looks very soft. Except for some silver writing, her outfit is all pink. Her pants do look loose, but you can see more than enough of her butt, whenever she moves down. The flawless skin on her back glistens a little with sweat in the light of the lamp on the ceiling.

Since she isn't facing you, you can't see her front, but the picture is still burned into your mind, since she last turned around. Her pink top seems way too small. Although you appreciate her showing off her midriff and back, you are sure, that when Ahin would raise her arms over her head, you would see more than you could handle right now. That the glistening silver letters over her chest seem to be spelling "juicy" is just mean in your opinion.

But this isn't the biggest problem you have today. You chuckle slightly. You wish. No. It's her hair. You were shocked, when she stood in front of your door, waiting for you to step aside to let her in. Ahin's blonde hair got replaced by pink since the last time you saw her. You really liked blonde Ahin. She always looked like a mix of cute and sexy.

But pink haired Ahin seems to be the devil himself. No matter how she looks at you, it makes a familiar feeling creep into your lower body. The new hair makes her look sexy at all times.

And it doesn't help at all, that she is wearing an outfit with matching color, which shows more than you want to see, while you work out.

Shaking your head, you clear your mind of all the thoughts, which keep you from working out in peace. None of them are innocent.

Getting off the bench, you get into your old position, standing on your tiptoes under the bar above you. Barely reaching it, you jump, before you resume your workout. Once again, only one thing is the center of your attention. It's as distracting as it is motivating.

After a couple of pull ups, you catch Ahin slightly looking over her shoulder. There are mirrors on almost every wall, except for the one she is facing. She has to look behind her, or to the walls on her left and right to see if you are looking at her. As you do lock eyes with each other through one of the mirrors, you see Ahin barely smirking. Keeping your gaze focused on her eyes, Ahin lowers herself once more. You can see how far she moves downward. She stays in perfect position, almost touching the ground with her butt.

You can't help but let your eyes flicker between hers and her ass. Wanting to keep working out, you try to forget the image of Ahin sitting like this on your cock. Damn it! Once it popped up in your mind, you can't let go of it.

The pull ups keep getting more difficult as Ahin doubles her efforts to convince you to participate in another kind of workout. She licks her lips seductively, while she stays in this squatting position.

You shake your head, telling her to stop. Ahin gives you a wink, right before your last repetition. You almost fall to the ground once you are done. You feel the sweat cooling your upper body. It might have been a bad idea to workout out shirtless, like you usually do. Ahin seems to be misinterpreting your choice of clothing.

While you catch your breath and ready yourself for the next round, you watch Ahin standing up and turning around.

"What?"

She is kneeling down a few meters away from you.

"What is this?"

"What do you mean?"

Ahin gives you an innocent smile.

You watch her as she starts to slowly lift and lower her upper body again and again in a steady rhythm. She reaches behind herself, holding her pink hair in a messy ponytail.

"Stop it. Whatever you are doing, stop it."

"I'm just working out. I don't see your problem."

You almost believe her innocent look, but the corners of her mouth expose her mischievous smile.

"What kind of workout is this supposed to be?"

"I'm sure, you would want me to do this."

"I doubt it."

You get back under the bar after taking a gulp of your water, ready to restart.

Ahin's pace is slow and seductive as she moves her hips up and down.

"This is just practice."

"For what?"

You realize within a split second that this question would be your downfall.

"For riding my boss's cock."

Shaking your head, you hear her calling you again by your nickname.

"I have to make sure that my boss works out properly."

"I am. Or at least I would without your distractions."

"But this kind of workout isn't fun enough."

You could tell her that workouts aren't supposed to be fun, but you let it slide.

"Please? This burns just as much calories. And it's also more fun."

You sigh in frustration. Maybe you should stop working out with Ahin. In your mind, you already know, you lost this round. There is no way in hell Ahin is going to let you resume your workout now.

"Come."

You motion her towards you and Ahin jumps off the ground.

"Thanks, boss."

She gives you a cheeky smile.

After having more and more sex with Ahin, she slowly starts to lose her shyness, when she asks for it. Which really hurts your workouts.

As soon as she is close enough, you pull Ahin towards you. Giving her a heated kiss, you make sure to take some of her hair into your hand as you hold her head. Smiling into the kiss, she knows that she is going to get what she wants.

After making out, you push Ahin towards the ground, while she already plays with the waistband of your shorts. As soon as you are naked, she dives right in. Her mouth swallowing your cock as if she starved for days. Which doesn't make sense, because it has only been a day since she last sucked you off.

Feeling Ahin slobber all over your shaft, you promise yourself to make this quick. You have a lot to do today and the way Ahin looks won't make you last very long anyway.

Her eyes are on yours as she takes your cock, while you hold her hair in a makeshift ponytail. Guiding her head, you take control of Ahin's movements. The young woman has always two different kind of looks, when she is horny. The first shows that she wants to enjoy herself. Take her time, have fun with you and so on. But the look she has on now, tells you to use her. To use her to make yourself cum as fast as possible.

Ahin takes it as a compliment, when you can't last very long, although she doesn't miss the chance to tease you about it.

The lewd sounds she is making fill your basement as you use her mouth. At first, like usual, Ahin's eyes are focused on your face, wanting to see how good she makes you feel. That's why you are surprised, when she glances away occasionally.

Catching her again, you follow her darting eyes. You realize that she is watching herself in the mirrors. One of her hands supports her weight as she is leaning forward, while the other rubs her core underneath her pants.

"You are such a slut."

Ahin chokes in surprise. Because you shove her further onto your cock and that she got caught.

"Can't help but watch how I fuck your face, can you?"

She manages to slightly shake her head, the ponytail swinging from side to side.

"Look at yourself, while you choke."

You give her only a second to look at the mirror, before you force yourself down her throat. Finally holding her head in place, Ahin can't do anything but watch. She sees how her throat moves, while she tries to breathe through her nose. You go deeper, until you are finally completely inside of her.

Ahin starts gagging and slowly, spit starts to dribble out of the corners of her mouth. The two of you watch her becoming a mess on her knees as she chokes on your cock. As her body tries to get some air, you feel her throat massaging your shaft.

Reaching downwards, you fish her phone out of her pocket.

"This is proof that you are a little slut for my cock."

You feel Ahin shiver as you take a couple of pictures through the mirror. Knowing that you don't have to worry, since she will check her phone before she leaves, you save a picture as her wallpaper.

Hearing Ahin gag once again, you close the phone, before you slowly push her off your cock.

Breathing heavily, she can only stare up at you, not knowing what to say.

"Let's see if we can take some more."

Still holding her hair in your fist, you start walking to the wall on your right. Ahin has to crawl after you, her face still messy with her own saliva.

As you make her kneel right in front of the mirror, you see a small smile playing on the corners of her mouth. She expects you to fuck her mouth again.

Instead, you pull her upwards, making her stumble to her feet.

"Put your hands on the glass."

You whisper in her ear. Ahin's eyes are wide open as she does, what you told her. Not wanting to play around further, you pull her pants off her hips, letting them hang around her knees.

Pressing yourself against Ahin, you let your left hand wander over her toned stomach, towards her core. Your face is next to hers as the two of you look into the mirror.

"I'm going to make you watch yourself as you cum."

"Yes. Please make me cum, boss."

When Ahin is still able to mock you with that name, you haven't been rough enough with her.

It doesn't take you long. As soon as your fingers enter her snatch, you watch Ahin's face fall apart. Wrinkles form on her forehead as her eyes lose focus. Her eyes and cheeks flush red, while her mouth opens, to let out moan after moan.

"Please.."

In a matter of minutes, the seductive young woman has become a stuttering mess. Begging you to make her cum, Ahin rubs her thighs together.

"I need it. I've been a bad girl. Make me watch, please."

You kiss her neck, before looking into the mirror again.

"Three."

On instinct, Ahin closes her eyes. She can feel that she is close to a stronger orgasm. Seducing you has that affect on her.

"Open your eyes."

She has to force herself to follow your order.

"Two."

Her glazed over eyes beg you to count down faster.

"One."

Ahin whimpers in anticipation, trying to hold it in, until you tell her to cum. Wanting to make her wait, you make the small pause longer. As she is about to close her eyes again, you finally release her.

"Cum."

Ahin shrieks, barely able to force her eyes to stay open. She climaxes around your fingers as she shakes. You hold her upright as you watch her through the mirror.

"Good girl."

You found out, that Ahin likes to be praised after she cums. It makes her feel even better, when she comes down from her high.

But you won't give her enough time to enjoy it, you align yourself with her pussy. Ahin still breathes heavily, as you push inside of her.

"Fuck!"

She is still tight from her orgasm, her juices making her insides feel like a waterslide.

Pressing onto her lower back, you bring her into a standing doggy style position. Ahin's head falls between her arms as you start to fuck her.

"I told you to watch."

With your right hand, since your left is now holding her phone, you take a fistful of that pink hair of hers. Pulling on it, you make Ahin look up.

"So good."

She moans into the mirror, her face mere centimeters away from it. Despite being right handed, you switch the camera on her phone to recording videos. Starting to film the mirror, you fuck Ahin faster, making her eyes roll to the back of her head.

It takes her quite a while to realize she is getting recorded. You could swear that her pussy squeezes you even harder than before. Her eyes are now glued to her phone as her vision gets shakey with every one of your thrusts.

It somehow turns you on as well, knowing that you could rewatch this scene again. Ahin, her palms pressed flat against the glass, while her mouth hangs slightly open. That wrinkle on her forehead and her dark, desperate eyes. Parts of her pink hair falls over her shoulders, while you scooped up most of it.

The thought about sending it to your phone and using it, while you are away, pushes you further towards the edge. Although you don't have a problem with fucking other women, Ahin is always different. It feels more intimate with her. You always know how far you can go, even though she doesn't tell you. The both of you experiment together, knowing that you are taking care of each other.

You start to miss her, when you are away. Now, you have at least a couple of minutes of her, whenever you need it.

Being able to recognize how close you are, Ahin tries to make you cum as well.

"Please, cum. Cum on my face, baby."

Her breathless tone turns you on even more. But you remember that you still have to punish her for interrupting your workout.

"I want it dripping down my face. Please."

You see her legs buckle, knowing that she can't take your pounding for much longer. Her nails scratch on the mirror, as she tries to hold onto something.

"I'm gonna cum."

You see her smile into the mirror. A smile of satisfaction and pleasure as she waits for you to cum on her face.

Not even having to say anything as you pull out, you see Ahin kneeling down in front of you. But instead of cuming on her face, you aim higher. Three thick strikes of cum paint her otherwise pink hair. The contrast of the pink and white looks beautiful.

Remembering her punishment, you use all you have left, to paint the mirror right above her head. A big spot forms on it as a few small streaks start to flow down.

Ahin pouts at you, visibly disappointed.

"Your punishment for making me stop my workout."

Before she can give a snobbish reply, you nod towards the mirror.

"Are you not going to lick it up?"

Without a word she straightens her back, barely able to reach the spot. You record her as Ahin's tongue moves over the glass. First, she captures the streaks, which were trying to escape from her mouth, before she focuses on the bigger spot. Licking it clean, she makes sure that not a single drop is left.

Closing the camera on her phone, you watch her gulp down your cum.

"You really are a cum hungry slut."

Ahin sticks out her tongue at you, which is as clean as the mirror already. No surprise there.

"Keep practicing that position from earlier, maybe it will come in handy."

You tried to mock her not so subtle advances, but Ahin only responds with a big smile.

"Take a shower."

As she stands up, you can't help but eye your cum, which is still staining her pink hair.

"What about you?"

"I have to finish my workout."

Ahin nods as she steps out of her pants, it's not like anyone is going to see her upstairs. Before she reaches the door, she looks back at you.

"You know I always take a long time. Try to make it quick."

And with a last wink, Ahin disappears.

"Didn't you want to buy a company or something?"

You tear your eyes off the screen of your computer, glancing at Ahin.

"Korean Air. Why?"

"Well,"

She steals one of your tomatoes, before she keeps talking.

"you just told me, you are opening a restaurant."

"I don't see the problem."

Your chopsticks evade hers as you take some of her kimchi.

"Aren't you doing too much at the same time? Buying an airline and opening your first restaurant?"

Shrugging your shoulders, you read through the email you just wrote, before answering.

"The buying isn't that difficult. And I have a manager for the restaurant. I don't do everything alone."

Ahin nods, before drinking some of her tea.

"When is our flight?"

"I'm leaving tonight."

"What about me?"

She puts her cup back on your desk. Raising your eyebrow in confusion, you eat some of your rice.

"I thought we were flying together. And the opening is only on Monday. That's next week."

"I have work to do."

You flick her forehead lightly.

"And so do you."

Ahin rolls her eyes.

"I can just say I'm sick. We can fly together."

You scoff in disbelief.

"You know you are talking to your boss?"

The woman in front of you shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm also talking to the man who banged my head against the shower wall, while he fucked my brains out today."

You shift around in your chair, feeling a little guilty as you see the small red spot on her forehead, where her skull met the glass this morning.

"You asked for it."

Ahin nods knowingly, before emptying her tea.

"I did."

"As far as I know, you still have that photoshoot on Saturday, which means you will leave afterwards."

"You know my schedule?"

Ahin wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Yes. So I can make sure you don't find me, when you are off work."

She pouts as she crosses her arms in front of her. Chuckling, you eat more of the meat, which is lying on the plate between you two.

"I still don't get, why you had to invite other celebrities to your opening."

Looking up again, you know exactly whom she means.

"I told you before, she is really popular. If I'm lucky, it means I can start my own line of restaurants."

"Am I not popular enough?"

Ahin gives you a hair flick, while showing off her side profile. You are not good with relationship stuff, but even you get, that that's a trick question.

Instead of answering, you get off your chair, leaning over the table. You look at Ahin's surprised eyes as you hold her chin.

"You are my girlfriend. Nothing is gonna change that."

You just wanted to make sure that she feels good, but you realize too late what you said. Ahin's eyes grow wider, before a huge smile forms on her face.

"Girlfriend?"

She blinks at you cutely.

Rolling your eyes, you get back into your chair.

"Yes."

Looking at the monitor, you try to hide your nervousness. You don't know how exactly she is going to react after this. Hearing her heels on the marble floor, you see her standing next to you. Before you can react, Ahin holds onto your tie, while straddling your lap. Her lips meet yours as her hair falls onto your shoulder.

When you read her dm on Instagram, you thought it was a scam. Since she doesn't have an official account, it could have been possible that someone saw you two and was going to blackmail you. But the message didn't support that theory.

"I still remember that day in the dressing room."

You do check the messages you get on Instagram once in a while, because there are some people, who would like to work with you or ask for advice or want an interview or something. But you usually ignore everything else. That one is different though.

Waiting for another message, your nervously play with your pen. Ahin left your office an hour ago, after trying to strike a ridiculous deal with you, but that's not important right now.

"I can't wait for you to fill me up. I want all of you inside my ass, this time."

Your heart beat starts to become slower again as you realize, whom this account might belongs to. You are still not sure though.

When there aren't any more messages, you decide to take the bait.

"Prove it's you."

After she sends you a picture, your guess turns out to be correct. Still doubtful though, you check the Instagram page of her group.

"Send me one, you didn't already post."

"Like this one?"

She already looked stunning in the first picture. Her long black hair almost reaching her belt, while the open blue top shows off her midriff. Her denim skirt is so short, that you are surprised her company was okay with her posting it.

The second picture shocks you even more. Its almost the same as one of the other pictures she posted. Except, the official one seems to be only the upper part of the original picture. Shin Yuna seems to have lost her skirt. You can see the orange panties she is wearing and her delicious butt cheeks from the side.

"Believe me now?"

For a second you wonder, why she contacted you like this, before you realize she doesn't have your number. And she doesn't know you officially, which means she can't ask her manager or something. Now you are glad you got an account. It was only supposed to serve as a marketing tool for your person. You only uploaded a couple of pictures of yourself and a few nice places you've been to. You only use it to communicate with some of the people you work with.

"Where are you? Get that delicious butt over here."

"Yes, daddy. Please cream pie my ass."

After giving her your location and telling her to meet you in the parking lot, you get on your way.

Although she told you it would take about half an hour, you always get held up by people as soon as you leave the office. Just like today. While standing in the elevator, you greet the person, who enters through the doors on the 8th floor.

"Sajangnim."

The man bows deeply and you feel a little uncomfortable. You have been in Korea for a while now, but it's still weird to have people bow to you. Especially in a 90° angle.

"Please..."

You motion him, Mr Choi if you remember correctly, to stand straight again.

"What's going on?"

You noticed the concert look on his face.

"Well, we are having trouble with YG again."

"YG?"

Through Ahin, you started to learn more about Kpop during the last weeks (through others as well), but you still have trouble with company names.

"It's for the singer on Monday, next week."

He is about to say her name, when you realize, whom he is talking about.

"I remember. What's it about?"

"They told us, she has a conflict in her schedule. And unless we can't pay for her stay in Paris, they will have to cancel on us."

You furrow your eyebrows as the two of you reach the 4th floor. As the door opens, more people get inside. You get out and Choi follows you.

"They signed the contract five months ago. We made sure to sign her this early so this exact situation does not occur."

"I know that, sir. But they are saying they can't do it."

You want to take your frustration out on something, but you remember you are standing in front of one of your employees. You hate it, when people don't keep their promises.

"Fine."

You shrug your shoulders.

"Tell them she doesn't have to come. We will find someone just as suitable as her. I'm willing to go to every other company in Korea, if I have to, to find someone as popular as her."

You watch his eyes grow wide.

"But..."

You shake your head.

"Tell them, they can either do what our contract says, or get lost."

"Y-Yes."

He looks worried, but he turns around to leave.

"Mr. Choi."

He turns around after a couple of meters.

"Tell them that in that exact tone. Exactly what I just said."

You can see his face become pale, as he stares at you with an open mouth. Finally he nods, before he dashes off towards his office.

You sigh in annoyance as you wait for the elevator again.

The young singer wasn't just supposed to attend the opening of your restaurant. She was also supposed to be a long time model for it and future explorations into the food market, if things took off well. You and YG would both lose millions of dollars possibly, if you couldn't make this work. No. Correction. They would. You could just find another model, just as popular as her. Wonyoung pops into your mind. There is no way she is going to say no, if you ask her. You would only have to deal with her company. And if she is as important to them as Ahin said, they wouldn't say no as well.

You were held up three more times, before you finally reached the underground parking lot, underneath the building. Waiting at the elevator doors, you are still fuming because of YG, your mood ruined.

But when you see Yuna step out of one of the cars, you shift your focus onto her. Although her post is already a little older, you see her wearing the same outfit as she walks towards you. Her smile is covered by her mask, but can't be hidden, due to her eyes.

"Hello, young lady."

You greet her, when she finally reaches you.

"Are we going to...?"

She looks around the parking lot. A little scared it seems like. Letting out a laugh, you shake your head.

"Come with me."

Getting into the elevator, you press the button for the 19th floor.

You see Yuna struggling to hold it in. Her thighs slowly rub against each other, while she shifts from one foot to the other. Glancing at the security camera, it's your first time hating that everything in this building is cought on camera. Except for two places. Your office and the roof terrace. As your house is off limits for anyone but Ahin, so is your office. Your girlfriend didn't say anything about that. But it was the place, where she confessed and you don't want to take another woman there. The roof it is.

Once the elevator door open, you guide Yuna towards the staircase, which leads to the roof. Since this is the floor where your office is on, you see Mi-ra through the glass doors as you walk past.

As soon as the both of you are through the door, which leads outside, you pin Yuna against the wall next to it. One hand closes the door, while the other takes the mask off her face. She still looks as pretty as last time. Her big dark eyes are dripping with lust as she is finally about to do what she wanted to do, since she last met you.

Yuna was unable to stop thinking of you, after you fucked her ass. She tried everything to recreate that feeling, but nothing came close to it. Her frustration build up further, until she figured out how to contact you. If she couldn't have done so, she would have become crazy with unsatisfied lust already.

Now, her eyes close in anticipation as your lips meet hers, while you hold her right cheek in your hand. Forcing your right knee between her legs makes Yuna moan. She can feel the metal object inside of her, stimulating her most sensitive spot, whenever she moves. Her lower lips are already wet with her juices as she thinks about, how you are going to take her ass.

While you invade her mouth with your tongue, Yuna is able to steal a glance around the rooftop terrace. Maybe on the wooden bench over there? Or the table next to it? She can feel herself becoming hotter by the second. Maybe your going to bend her over the balustrade? Or just right here against the wall?

Yuna's breath hitches as she feels your hand on her thigh. As your fingers glide along her flawless skin, she regrets putting on underwear. Earlier, she was too afraid of the object in her ass to fall out, but now she wishes you had better access to her core.

Although her skirt is short enough, you can't reach underneath it without breaking the kiss. It's to tight around her legs to hike it up comfortably, the material working against you. Instead you reach behind Yuna with both hands. When a deep groan escapes her mouth, while you squeeze her ass cheeks beneath her skirt, you know why she was so impatient in the elevator.

"Looks like one of your holes is already stuffed. Maybe I should just fuck your pussy."

"No."

Yuna breaks away from the kiss, her eyes wide.

"Please fuck my ass. I-I'm gonna take it out."

You didn't expect her to be this scared. As she tries to reach under her skirt, you hold her wrist. Without looking away from her eyes, you reach down with your free hand. Slowly unbuckling her belt, you see her bite her lip. Letting the big denim belt fall to the ground, you think about using it later. Yuna has to move her hips a little for you to be able to pull her skirt down. Once it falls down around her ankles, you see the orange panties she was wearing in the picture.

You are glad it's still summer in Korea as you pick Yuna up. She slings her arms around you for stability as you walk with her in your arms. You sit her down on the wooden table, where you sometimes eat lunch, when the weather is nice. Just like right now, but you already ate dinner. Let's just say Yuna is dessert.

Freeing her of her underwear, you part her legs, before you get a taste. You lick up all of her nectar, which is already glistening on the skin around her pussy. This is not the first time you eat her out, so you already know what she seems to like.

A heavy sigh escapes Yuna's lips before you start to make her moan. Your tongue doesn't miss the tiniest spot as you lick everywhere you can. Her lips, her pussy, her clit. You draw different patterns on her core, using it as a canvas for your tongue. While you kneel in front of the table, your hands hold her thighs, making sure you have enough room.

"Oh god!"

Yuna squirms on top of the wood as she feels the tip of your tongue flick against her clit. She has been longing for this feeling, since she last sat on your face. Penetrating her lips with one finger makes Yuna's head fall back.

At first she tries to quiet herself with her hand, but she can't keep it up for long. Moan after moan escapes her lips as you devour her core. Feeling her thighs beginning to shake, you know it is only a matter of moments, until Yuna reaches her high.

With a loud gasp, she cums around your finger. You keep your pace up, while Yuna slowly leans down onto the table. Her hips buck weakly in your direction after her orgasm. As if her body wants more.

"Get up."

It takes her a moment to do so. At the same time you walk over to the door, picking up her belt. Turning around, you motion for her to come to you. Originally, you planed to fuck her on the rooftop, but you have a better idea now. Unlocking the door with your card, you open it, before pushing Yuna through it. She looks a bit confused, but is too slow to react, when you bend her over the steel banister of the staircase.

"Wait. What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

Pretending to be oblivious to her worries of getting caught, your hand keeps pressing down on her lower back.

"Anyone could see us!"

Yuna's voice becomes higher.

"So? Don't move your hands."

You place them on one of the lower bars of the banister, before you use her own belt to tie her hands to it.

"I-I can't be caught!"

"Really?"

You reach between her legs, feeling her juices slowly running down her thighs. Although she just came, this is more than you expected.

"Are you getting off on this?"

Yuna shakes her head.

"Of course not."

"I think you are though."

This time, you push two fingers inside of her pussy.

"Babygirl."

Her body responses to the nickname you used for her last time. Seeing a glimpse of her metal butt plug, you deliberately ignore it. You have time to play right now. Your flight doesn't leave without you anyway.

"I-I don't-"

Her words are interrupted by a moan as your fingers are now as deep in her as they would go.

"Fuck!"

Yuna sighs loudly, her voice slightly echoing in the stairway.

"Ah, wait. I think we left your clothes outside. We shouldn't let anyone find them, do we?"

To Yuna's dismay, your fingers leave her snatch almost as fast as they entered it. Walking through the door, you leave her alone.

The young woman can't move. She tries to get out of her belt, but you tied it tight enough. She closes her eyes, hoping no one would come up. She can hear herself breathing heavier as she is certain that this is the end of her career. Although she wants to scream at you, wants to tell you to let her go, she can't help but crave more. She already misses your fingers inside of her again. Becoming more desperate with every passing second, she can feel the small metal object in her ass even more. She shifts around, trying to get more friction out of it. The little pleasure, which rushes through her system, makes the heat grow in her core.

Finally coming back, you see Yuna shifting around, her back and ass facing you.

"Did someone come in?"

You are able to make your voice sound as nonchalant as possible.

"N-No. Please, fuck me on the roof. Not here."

"Who said I'm gonna fuck you?"

"What?"

Yuna's surprised tone makes you chuckle.

"Please I-"

Before she can complain or beg, you make use of her panties dangling in your hand. Stuffing them inside her mouth, you quiet the young girl, before leaning towards her ear.

"Don't spit it out. You don't want to be heard, do you?"

She shakes her head in desperation.

Resuming your previous position behind her, you pick up where you left off. Your two fingers move inside Yuna's tight cavern again, until your curl them upwards to find her g-spot. You know you found it, when Yuna lets out a squeal through her panties. The light orange already turning darker with her build up spit.

With a steady rhythm, you finger her pussy from behind. Your left hand is holding her head down, forcing her to look down at the stairs beneath her, in case someone might come up. Of course she doesn't know that you are pretty much the only person who uses the rooftop occasionally, which makes it even more fun.

Yuna still tries to hold in her moans, although she can feel how she is losing control. Your fingers keep rubbing that rough spot inside of her. Her core starts to warm up slowly. Her hands hold onto the banister, searching for more stability as her legs start to feel like jelly.

"Fuck!"

Her head drops even further as you hear her through her panties. Taking a look from the side, you see that half is already dangling out of her mouth. It swings slowly with the rhythm of your thrusts.

You can hear her pussy getting wetter by the second as slight squelching noises fill the stairway. They are only silenced by Yuna's continues moans.

Finally letting go of the back of her head, you see Yuna raising her head slightly. Her black hair falls onto her still covered back. Reaching around her, you feel her half naked midriff, trying to find the zipper. You saw earlier that she is only wearing some kind of jacket.

She nods her head vigorously as you find the small metal object at her front, not wanting her panties to fall out of her mouth.

You interpret her nodding as a plea to keep going. Instead, Yuna suddenly let's out the loudest moan yet. Her legs shake as she cums on your fingers. You keep your pace up, wanting to make a mess of her, before you start to fuck her. Her small cries are muffled by her panties as her orgasm dies down after a couple of moments.

But your continuous movement makes it unable for Yuna to recover. The small heat wave, which struck her body when she came, still lingers inside of her. Ready to burst out once again at any moment.

Your hand, which has finally undone her zipper, doesn't help her either to calm down. Reaching underneath her bra, you cup her breasts. Yuna's moans continue to become louder once more. Your fingers inside her snatch keep rubbing her g-spot, while your fingers on her tits play with her nipples.

She can feel that familiar feeling rising up inside of her again. The warmth which threatens to wash over her body. And with another deep, dark moan, Yuna climaxes for a second time in just a matter of moments.

She slightly stumbles forward, leaning further over the steel bars. You hold her in place, making sure she doesn't fall over. It wouldn't be a dangerous fall, but it would definitely ruin the mood.

Her frame trembles as you whisper into her ear.

"One more?"

You can't hear what she is saying. Her words are as big of a mess as her body and her panties make it even harder to hear what she is saying.

"One more it is."

You take matters into your own hands, quite literally, as you resume your work on her body.

"Please no!"

You catch a glimpse of her falling panties as Yuna tries to back away from you.

"I'm too sensitive. Please. I can't."

You make her yelp as you spank her right butt cheek.

"Let's see how loud you are with your mouth free."

"No, wait."

You continue to rub the spot you are already over stimulating, while you squeeze her breasts. And indeed, Yuna's moans are louder than before. She feels like her pussy is on fire as you push her towards her third orgasm within just five minutes.

You see her hands shaking around the metal bar she is holding onto as you finger her without a break. Yuna tries to stop you, but the words which leave her mouth make no sense at all.

Your hands leave the young girl's chest immediately to cover her mouth. Despite her loud moaning, you heard footsteps approaching the door underneath the two of you. When you make her go quiet, you can almost sense Yuna's eyes widening, without having to see them.

Hearing the door open, you resume to finger her snatch, after having stopped for just a moment. Now, she shakes her head. Her hair flying around as she tries to tell you to stop.

"Sajangnim?"

You hear your secretary's voice from underneath the stairs. You are glad it's her, everything else would have been more than awkward.

"Yes, what is it?"

Yuna moans into your hand as you keep fingering her. Despite her fight back earlier, it seems like she is enjoying this.

"Is everything alright? I heard someone scream?"

"It's alright, Mi-ra. Just a video from my phone."

"I see, sir. Can I do anything for you?"

"Would you mind coming up here for a moment?"

Yuna shakes her head wildly once more. Your pace becomes faster as she hears the first of Mi-ra's heels on the lowest step. You kiss her right cheek teasingly as she hears your secretary take another step. And one more. Despite her fear of being caught and the pleasure, which is spreading through out her body, Yuna is able to count the steps, which are remaining, before she would get discovered. Six. Six more steps.

"Do you want her to see you cuming?"

You whisper into her ear, knowing her answer before she does.

While Mi-ra takes two more steps, you wait for a reply, but Yuna is unable to answer. The heat in her body keeps rising, while she is desperately trying to keep quiet. With every second her hope of you joking around becomes smaller.

There are only two more steps, before Mi-ra will finally see her.

Bend over the banister. Her hands tied to it with her own belt. You fingers buried inside her cunt. The small blue jacket is still open, showing off her grey sports bra which she threw on before she left the dorm. Her hair already a mess, while your hand covers her mouth, making her breath through her nose.

Yuna's eyes widen as she sees the back of the brunette's head. One more step.

"Show her how hard you can cum. Show her what a good babygirl you are."

The young girl moans deeply, this time your hand is unable to silence her. But at this time, she is already too far gone to even realize how loud she has become.

"Look into her eyes as you cum. Then I'm gonna let her watch, while I fuck your ass."

As you fuck Yuna's pussy with your fingers, you try to time the moment perfectly.

"Cum."

It suddenly feels like time has frozen. Like this moment will continue forever.

Mi-ra's head is turned halfway as she rounds the corner of the staircase. You, making Yuna cum on your fingers as you let go of her mouth at the same time. Yuna, who is bend over the steel bars, making eye contact with your secretary as a loud moan escapes her lips. Her mouth hangs open as the two seem to stare at each other for what feels like hours.

And then, everything begins to move again. Yuna shakes as you feel her juices flowing down her naked thighs. Mi-ra covers her mouth with her hand, unable to look away from the climaxing idol. You can't help but smile at her expression. Glancing at Yuna from behind, you see her cheeks turning as pink as they could in embarrassment.

"That's a good girl."

You kiss Yuna's neck, while she tries to recover from her fourth orgasm within 15 minutes.

"S-Shin Yuna?"

The young girl hides her face behind her hair as your secretary recognizes her.

"Seems like you caught us, Mi-ra."

You smile at her teasingly.

"You weren't exactly quiet. And I saw the two of you, when you walked past."

She smiles back, knowing what is coming next.

Unbeknownst to Yuna, the two of you have an agreement going. Although Mi-ra has a long time boyfriend, she admitted once that he wasn't the best in bed, after you caught her getting off on watching you with another woman in your office. You asked her to join the two of you, but she refused, wanting to stay loyal to her boyfriend, emphasizing that she truly loves him.

But in Mi-ra's eyes, watching, porn or in this case you, to get off, isn't cheating. Instead, she is able to convince her boyfriend to try new stuff, hoping the sex becomes better. You don't know why exactly he isn't able to satisfy her, but you never asked, since she didn't tell.

From this day forward, whenever Mi-ra catches you having sex in the company building, she is allowed to watch and play with herself in the process. Except for the two or three times with Ahin, she caught you on every occasion.

Like this one. Mi-ra takes in the scene in front of her, after Yuna has settled down. The idol's hands, which are tied to the bars, her naked lower half and her open top.

"You don't mind her watching, do you?"

It's a rhetorical question, since you already know the answer. If Yuna was really against it, she wouldn't have cum as hard, when the two made eye contact. The fact that drops of her juices still run down her thighs is evidence enough.

As soon as you asked the question, Mi-ra is already reaching past the waistband of her skirt. You have never seen anything of her, since she never removed any of her clothes. She is really set on this "no cheating" thing.

Slowly kneading Yuna's ass cheeks, you pull them apart, revealing her butt plug for the first time. It looks like a basic metal one with a rubby as handle. Pressing your thumb against it makes Yuna moan as she jolts forward.

"You see Mi-ra, we have a special guest today."

If you remember correctly, she never saw you having anal sex.

"This little slut likes my cock in her ass. Am I right?"

The question is directed at Yuna, who moans in response as you slightly pull at the metal object. It barely moves. Although Sohee undoubtedly as the best ass you have ever seen, you wonder if Yuna might be even tighter than her.

Mi-ra's wide open eyes show you that she never had anal herself. But she tries to look past Yuna's body, wanting to see what you are doing with her.

"She is such a slut, you know?"

You tug at the butt plug once more.

"Didn't even bring lube. How do you expect me to fuck you like this?"

Yuna's head is still hanging down as she doesn't have enough strength to look up and meet your secretary's eyes.

"J-Just do it like last time. Make me gag on your cock, before you fuck my ass."

Pretending to think about it, you finally nod your head.

"We could do that, of course. But how are you supposed to give me head like this?"

You playfully tug at her arms.

"Please untie me, daddy. Use my throat to lube your cock."

You hear a sigh from Mi-ra, who is playing with herself, while watching the two of you. It looks like Yuna forgot about her for a moment, her cheeks turning pink once again, after hearing her.

"That doesn't sound very convincing."

"Please make me choke, daddy."

Yuna responds immediately, almost out of habit. Afraid that you could change your mind.

"Fuck my throat, until I can't breathe. Use me as a flashlight, before you fuck my ass."

You honestly don't have to hear more. You feel your cock growing in your pants at her words. Reaching forward, you begin to untie her. Once Yuna's hands are free, you spin her around.

Her face is right in front of yours as she gives you a light smile. Instead of kissing her, you reach around her neck. Yuna's eyes widen as she feels the fabric of her belt on her skin. Once you close it, there is still enough left of it, which isn't around her neck, which you can use as a leash.

"What are you waiting for?"

You see Yuna's smile fall as she looks down at your crotch. She can already see the outlines of your cock as she feels the belt slightly pressing against her throat. It feels to her like your secretary's eyes are made of fire as she feels her gaze burn into her back. Yuna is still shy, but even she knows that she can't play innocent anymore.

Dropping to her knees, while your hand his holding her makeshift leash, she realizes that she starts to care less and less about your spectator. As your clothed crotch is right in front of her face, Yuna has only one thing in mind.

After she got rid of your pants and underwear as fast as possible, Yuna immediately begins to suck your cock. Her patience is gone, once she knows how close she is to having you inside of her once more.

You groan as she starts without any teasing. Her lips wrap around your cock, while you feel her tongue underneath your shaft. Yuna's hand is still holding your base, slowly stroking the part of your cock, which she doesn't reach yet.

Tugging at her belt, you make her look up at you while she takes more and more of you into her mouth. Her big eyes meet yours and you see how much she is enjoying this. It seems like she either completely forgot about Mi-ra already, or she is actually getting off on being watched.

Either way, the woman on her knees in front of you keeps her lips sealed tightly around your shaft. By now she has reached her hand, which she is now using to hold onto your thigh.

You look over at your secretary, who is slowly falling apart on the landing a few meters away from you. Her hand is in her hair, seemingly holding onto it, while she watches an idol giving you head. She can't believe her eyes as she sees Yuna on her knees in front of you, her own belt tied around her neck. As if she is in a trance, Mi-ra's hand leaves her hair to reach for her throat. She never even thought about this fantasy possibly coming true. But there she is now, slightly choking herself as she imagines how she would suck off her boyfriend.

Except for Yuna's slobbering on your cock and Mi-ra's occasional moan, there isn't much noise in the small stairway. But you make sure to change that as you feel how Yuna is reaching the limit of her mouth.

Being the nice gentleman you always are, you push inside her mouth, making the transition from blowjob to deep throat as smooth as possible. The young woman feels your cock down her throat as she keeps going. Knowing that it's going to be painful without lube, she makes sure to drench your cock in her saliva.

Slowly but surely it starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth. At least half of your cock never leaves Yuna's mouth at this stage. The rest is glistening with her spit. Repeatedly feeling her throat muscles tighten around you, you start to hear her choke. It sounds really good with light echo in the stairway.

The way Yuna looks up at you makes this extremely hot. Up until now, you were fine with just watching and enjoying. But seeing her like this, you want to make a mess of her face.

Your hands both move to the sides of her head, while you let her belt fall.

"I'm going to ruin your face now."

Yuna's eyes become bigger. Before she can even nod, you already thrust inside her mouth. Her head stays in place, while your hips start to move at a steady pace. The sounds of Yuna choking and gagging become louder as you continuously fuck her throat.

You are not going very fast yet, but some of her spit is already dripping down her chin, after it escaped her mouth. Small bubbles start to form on your cock and her lips. She tries to keep her eyes open to look at you, but eventually, Yuna feels like she loses all senses. Her eyes fall shut as she feels a tear run down her cheek.

The young girl's throat becomes sore as you keep fucking her without a care about her wellbeing. Of course you actually do and if she wanted to, she could signal you to stop, but Yuna is too far gone to even think about stopping. Her mind is blank as you use her mouth like she wanted you to. Like a flashlight. That's all she is to you right now. Nothing more.

Yuna's tears start to mix with her spit as more and more roll out from underneath her eyelids. The spit bubbles on your cock and her lips increase in numbers and so do her chokes and gags.

At one point, you can feel that you can't use her much longer. You feel her muscles squeezing your cock with every thrust, trying to make you cum down her throat.

But Yuna made it clear where she wants you to cum. Finally slowing down, you give her time to recover a little. By now, both of you have almost completely forgotten about your spectator.

Mi-ra is still standing on the landing, close to her own orgasm as she watches you violate Yuna's pretty face. You can't really call it standing anymore though, since she is leaning almost fully against the white wall behind her. She slid down a little as if her legs lost all their strength to support the rest of her body.

Yuna coughs slightly as you finally release her head from your grip. She backs away a little, recovering from your assault on her throat.

"I-I hope you use my ass like that too."

She gives you a week smile and you can't believe how good she still looks. Although she only had light make up on, you see that her lipstick is almost completely gone. Her tears are all over her face, while her spit is glistening on her lips and partially still dripping down her chin. She wipes it away as she gets off the floor.

"How do you want me, daddy?"

You think about it for a moment, you could bend her over the banister of course, but "been there, done that". You need something new.

Scanning the small stairway, your eyes graze over Mi-ra, who hasn't cum yet, but looks like she might as soon as you start to fuck Yuna. In the corner above her, there are small pipes running along the wall, which disappear again on the other side. They are not right underneath the ceiling because of some mistake during the planing process of the building. It wouldn't have happened, if you were in charge, but you only bought it, not built it. It seems to serve your new found purpose though.

Since Mi-ra is almost 10 centimeters smaller than Yuna, she doesn't have a problem with the pipes above her head. But Yuna might barely be able to reach them.

You grab her belt and make her follow you down the stairs. After only a couple of steps, the two of you are on the same hight as Mi-ra. She watches you, eyes big in anticipation for what's coming next.

"Mi-ra, wound you mind getting Yuna's panties for her? We don't want someone else to come in and watch."

"Yes, sir."

As polite as ever, Mi-ra bows, before walking down the stairs with unsteady steps, trying to find the item you are looking for. While she does so, you pin Yuna again the wall. Looking down at her, you undo the belt around her throat, which is a little wet due to her spit.

"Or do you want more people to watch you?"

She shakes her head as she looks up at you.

"Really? No one? I'm sure every guy here would love to watch Shin Yuna getting fucked hard into the wall."

You see her bite her lip, before she answers.

"I can't wait for everyone to come here. I just want your cock now."

Her hand finds your wet cock as she lazily strokes you.

When Mi-ra comes back, you use the orange panties to shut up Yuna. She started to get impatient, while your secretary got her panties. Her lewd words almost made you take her immediately.

You were able to resist and now you can turn Yuna around, while her mouth is stuffed yet again. Making her raise her arms, you reach upwards as well. Since you're taller, you can easily reach one of the smaller pipes, while Yuna's hands miss it by just two or three centimeters.

Making use of her denim belt, you tie her hands to the pipe, after checking if it's hot or loose.

Mi-ra is standing in the corner again, her feet almost touching Yuna's.

"Now that I got you all tied up, I'm gonna use you like the slut you are."

"Yes, please."

Her words are barely audible through her panties. As you reach down, you start to play with her butt plug once more. You make her squirm and moan, while you enjoy the feeling of her ass against your cock.

Once you have enough, you begin to pull out the small metal object. It takes a while as you do so slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Yuna's head leans against the wall and you see her hands forming fists, before opening them again. She has nothing to hold on to.

When you reach the part, where the butt plug becomes bigger, you knead her right cheek, while you keep pulling. Yuna gasps, not able to even try to hold it in. She barely managed to put it inside of her a few hours ago. Being able to relieve that feeling makes her pussy glisten with arousal.

The young woman breaths heavily as you keep pulling and pulling. For her, it feels like you are taking forever. When you finally do pull it out of her, Yuna sighs heavily. She feels empty now, needing something to close the hole, which just opened.

Your finger traces the outlines of her puckered hole, while you hand over the butt plug to Mi-ra.

"I'm gonna need it later."

She nods hesitantly, before she holds onto it.

"Finally."

You whisper into Yuna's ear, as you line up your cock with her hole. It still opens and closes slightly as if it has a life of its own. Slowly pushing against it, you feel Yuna's body trying to suck you inside of her.

Although loosened during the last hours, her muscles still grip your cock very tight as you start to enter her. Yuna moans deeply into the orange fabric, trying to find an outlet for her pleasure.

Standing right next to you, Mi-ra now has a better few of what's happening as before. She watches you penetrating the young woman from behind. You keep her ass cheeks apart with your hands, while hers are tied to the pipe above.

You remember that you were only able to fuck Yuna with half of your cock. She wasn't able to fit more inside of her. But due to her butt plug and her spit on your cock, it seems like she prepared herself to take more. Slowly, you start to reach her recent limit. Her tight hole swallows your cock, holding onto it with a strong grip.

"Fuck."

You can't help but moan occasionally. Her ass feels so good as you hear her groan into her panties. When half of your cock finally fills her, you realize that Yuna is standing on her tiptoes. Your hands are still placed on her cheeks, but you are holding her up slightly, giving you a better angle to penetrate her deeper.

You see her nodding as you pause for a second. A nonverbal question, if you should continue.

"You are such a slut."

You whisper into her ear as you push further inside of her.

"You want to take all of my cock?"

Yuna nods once more.

"Yes, please. I want to cum on it."

You barely hear her words.

"You want to cum on my cock?

She nods again, her long dark hair falling down her naked back. You were too busy with her face or her ass, that you didn't realize that she lost her top, until now. Burying your face in her hair, which seems to smell like roses, you keep going further. Her tightness is maddening.

You hear a light sob as you finally bottom out inside of her. Yuna's ring of muscles squeezes your cock, barely enabling you to move. You lean against her with your full body, your chin resting on her shoulder. Taking her panties out of her mouth temporarily, you whisper into her ear.

"Fuck, you are tight."

Yuna moans in response.

"I'm only so tight for you. Your cock stretches me out so good."

"Do you think you can take my pounding?"

"Yes, please. I need you to fuck me hard."

You slowly begin your long journey out of her. Not wanting to go too fast too soon, you take your time as you pull out of Yuna. Her small whimpers show that, although she feels a little pain, she loves the feeling of your cock in her ass.

"Oh god. Turn me into your slut, please. I want to feel that cock in my ass everyday."

You realize too late, that her mouth is still empty.

"I need you to fuck me so hard that I'm constantly gaping. I want you to loosen my ass so much that you can use it like a flashlight. I'm your personal flashlight. My mouth, my ass-"

You have to put her panties back into her filthy mouth. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to hold back to immediately fuck her, which probably would have been quite painful.

Meanwhile, you hear moans on your right. Glancing at her, you see Mi-ra fingering herself as she watches you slowly retreating out of Yuna's ass. She bites her lip as only your tip remains inside the younger girl, who moans through her panties.

You start kneading Yuna's cheeks again, trying to make her let loose. Pushing inside of her once more, you go a little faster than before. Your weight against her back pushes Yuna into the wall in front of her. She turns her face to the right, her left cheek pressing against the cold grey surface. Her eyes are shut tight as she feels you bottoming out inside of her.

The moans which leave her mouth are muffled as you pull out of her again. When her eyes open for a moment, you see her and Mi-ra locking eyes. The pace of the older girl's hand has become faster by the second and you see how your secretary is pushing herself to her orgasm.

Once most of your shaft has left Yuna's ass, you slowly start to fuck her. You push her into the wall with your thrusts. Her cheek rubs against the rough surface, surely leaving a mark. Your hands on her butt alternate between light kneading and firmly gripping.

Although you are still going at a slower pace, Yuna is already in heaven. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, her mouth hanging open. Her panties would've fallen to the ground, if you wouldn't shove them back into their rightful place every few thrusts. Her arms start to become tired, but she doesn't even feel that. She is only able to feel one thing. Your cock in her ass. How it stretches it out. How it goes deeper and deeper, until you are completely inside of her.

She isn't the only one, who feels like she is in heaven. You are there too. Your heaven is called Yuna though as you feel her muscles' tight grip on your shaft. You are able to pick up the pace a little, but not too much. Compared to Ahin this morning, this is just a light pounding she is taking.

Your thoughts are interrupted, which weren't very bright at the moment anyways, as you hear Mi-ra orgasm on her fingers. You heard it a couple of times before. And although she is always trying to be as quiet as possible, she is usually having a hard time to control herself. You look at her as her hand takes a fistful of her hair, while her left keeps rubbing her clit, at least you guess that from her movements. She bites her lip to quiet herself, but her moans still echo through the stairway, trying to compete with Yuna's.

Thinking about that, you realize that Yuna has been suspiciously quiet. Turning your attention back to her, you see her panties on the floor. She is unable to close her mouth and you see a string of her saliva slowly growing longer as it falls from her chin. You watch her as Yuna keeps drooling as if she lost her mind. Her hands, which occasionally tried to get out of her belt, are now motionless. She almost feels like a dead weight as you keep fucking her ass.

You know that, if it would be too much for her, she would tell you. So you keep thrusting into her, enjoying the sight of a mindless Yuna.

After having been inside of her for a couple of minutes now, you feel how she starts to accept your cock more easily. It's not a fight anymore to push inside of her. It becomes even more enjoyable, since now, you are able to fuck her faster.

And as you do so, you get an immediate reaction from Yuna. She lets out a deep moan and seems to slowly come back to her senses. In her state of mind, the only thing she feels is your cock inside of her. To her, it feels like this is her only existence. As if it the thing she has been craving for her whole life and will be craving for, after you are done with her. Her world has been reduced to your cock in her ass and she knows there are only two things, which are going to happen inevitably sooner or later.

As Yuna feels her core starting to become hotter, she knows that one of those two things is happening at any moment. She feels like her senses are heightened, which only means she feels even more of your cock. Yuna wants to tell you. She wants to tell you that she is going to cum. That she is going to cum on your cock.

"I-I-I.."

But she can't form a sentence. You know what's coming as you see her face. Her eyes shoot open and Yuna's mouth forms a big circle. She can't even scream or moan, too tired is she. She can only stare in front of her as she cums on your cock. Waves of pleasure wrack her body over and over again. She feels like this one is way more intense than the others. It feels like she can't stop cuming.

"Fuck."

You hear Mi-ra's muffled moan and you look to your right again, seeing her cum on her fingers. The girls' moan in tandem after both of them just came. You on the other hand, are still waiting for Yuna to recover. Not stopping your thrusts, but slowing down, you keep fucking her ass.

You can feel yourself slowly approaching your own orgasm. Even though fucking her ass has become easier, her body is still trying to squeeze the cum out of you. Quite literally.

Once she has come down from her orgasm, Yuna looks over her shoulder at you.

"Please. I want your cum now. This is your ass now. Cream pie my ass. Claim it."

Her words make you thrust inside of her harder. Yuna's moans become louder yet again. She tugs at her belt, but she still can't get loose. Your hands on her cheeks pull her towards you, while you thrust inside of her. You make her take your dick again and again.

Yuna still feels the slight remains of her last orgasm as you are already pushing her towards her next. She never came this much before. She doesn't get it. Why?

Because of you? Because you are taking her ass? Her eyes fall on Mi-ra, who is watching, her eyes almost closed as she keeps her hand in her skirt. Or because of your secretary?

Is that it? Yuna feels you pounding her into the wall. She tries her hardest to keep her thoughts collected and sorted, but it's hard.

She feels even more embarrassed than before as she is feeling that warmth in her lower region once again. Mi-ra must think that she is a total slut. Cuming again and again on your cock.

Yuna hides her face as she feels your cock in her ass, making her run towards the edge as if there is no tomorrow.

"Fuck."

You groan as you feel yourself approaching your own high. It has been a long time coming, but you tried to hold it in. It's not like you get this kind of opportunity often.

Yuna's ass keeps squeezing your cock.

"I'm gonna cum."

You are finally arriving at the point of no return. You can't stop thrusting inside of Yuna. With every stroke you get closer and then, Yuna cums once again.

Her body shakes and she moans into the wall. Her thoughts are washed away by the waves of another orgasm.

"Give it to me."

Her weak voice reaches your ear, once she has come down from her own high.

"Please give me your cum. I need it."

You try to hold on. 10 more. Just ten more thrusts.

Yuna's ass takes all of your cock with ease by now. There is no need to hold back for her. The only thing the two of you are thinking about is your cum. Your cum in her ass.

"Please breed my ass! I need your cum!"

Yuna's filthy words don't help with you reaching your goal of holding out a little longer.

"I have waited so long for this. I can't even tell you how often I touched myself, thinking about this and -fuck!"

You lean against Yuna as you cum in her ass. Just like she wanted. Rope after rope of your cum paints her inner walls. The warm feeling inside of her returns, but it's not an orgasm this time. She feels your warm cum inside of her, flooding her ass.

The palms of your hands are pressed flat against the wall as you try to keep standing. Yuna's ass feels amazing. If you had time, you would take her for a second round. But you are too tired, your plans are calling you and she has her own life as well.

"Mi-ra?"

You open your hand and reach forward, waiting for the small metal object. Once you feel it in your hand, you kiss Yuna's right cheek. It's red and warm. Slightly lifting her head off the wall, you see that the profile of the wall is imprinted on her left cheek. It's going to fade away, but you wonder if you were a little too rough.

You feel her ring of muscles squeezing you one last time, while you pull out of her. The friction around your cock almost makes you hard again, but you really have to go.

Once you leave her ass, you see her hole. The pink flesh is partially coated with white cum. Yuna's asshole slowly opens and closes slightly as if it is waiting for more. You realize that it's more stretched out than before as you slowly push the butt plug back inside.

It enters her with ease and in no time the Ruby handle is resting where it rightfully belongs. Between her porcelain like cheeks, which admittedly are a little red.

Your cum is now stored inside her ass, only a small streak was able to escape as you pulled out. Yuna didn't even flinch as you put the butt plug back in.

"You loosened my ass so much."

She gives you a weak smile and watches as you start to take off her belt.

"I'm afraid I have to start using bigger things to keep your cum in my ass from now on. A simple butt plug might not be enough."

She rubs her wrists, once she is able to turn around fully.

"I gotta get back now. I don't want Lia unnie to find out that I stole her toy."

Yuna takes her belt out of your hand and starts looking for her clothes.

"Mr. (L/n)! It's nice to meet you."

You shake hands with the man in front of you.

"I'm glad you are interested enough in my restaurant to be at the opening."

"What can I say? If it's yours, it can't be bad, can it?"

You chuckle drily.

"Trust me. You don't want to open one yourself, Mr. Hugenay."

(Don't know how to pronounce it correctly 😅)

"Well, it seems like I'm not the only famous person, who is eating at your restaurant soon. And for some weird reason they are all staying here as well."

You laugh as he chuckles.

"It is the closest hotel to the restaurant."

"Indeed it is."

He shakes your hand once more and is about to walk off, before he decides to add one more thing.

"I have seen the model you got for your new branch. Hope I'm gonna sit next to her during the opening."

He winks at you, while walking off.

You sigh as the Frenchman reminds you of her. Having much on your plate, you weren't able to meet her yet. Checking the time, you realize it's 9 pm. This is a good time as any.

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Thank you so much for reading everyone!

I hope you made it this far. Unfortunately, once again, my brain went into overdrive while writing this. I really tried to keep it short after I reached the 8k mark. But..... 12k it is.

I'm also afraid that I'm a little behind on Ahin's hair color, but I mean look at her. And because I didn't write then, I'm getting it out of my system now.

Hope you enjoy it nevertheless. Have a great day!

Just one more thing before you leave:

Someone messaged me and gave me some advice about changing the story a little. Up until now I structured the chapters like this, so you could guess while you read ,who it might be and find out during the story. Do you want to keep it that way? Or would you rather have me put the name of the person behind the title and a picture at the beginning? Please let me know. Because I also write on Wattpad, I wouldn't change my writing. Only pictures and the name.

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