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Studious Seduction
Oh My Girl Arin x m! reader
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Part One | Part Two
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"This seems like a bad idea, Miss Choi."
"It's a terrible idea, professor. Which is why we're doing it."
Without a doubt, there’s very little chance that you won’t be spotted here. Heading up a stairwell that leads up to who knows where is hardly ideal, especially with the sudden rain shower that's started to pour above, foreshadowing this bad decision made in tandem.
Yet, you’ve never been one to make the best choices. An inappropriate relationship with one of your students has to be ranked at the top of the list, wrong for a myriad of reasons—all that could get you fired. Still, it somehow continues unimpeded, knowing the risks, both of you doubling down even.
At this point, you’re not sure if you’re a bad influence on Arin, or if she’s a bad influence on you.
To make matters worse, today’s outfit of choice is this poor excuse for a school uniform that draws all your attention. A risky little ensemble that consists of a white shirt and black tie combo that only pretends to be proper, covering very little of her midriff, as well as this dark little pleated miniskirt so short it might as well not exist for how little of her thighs it hides. It leaves more of her creamy skin uncovered, and being her professor, you know it's not appropriate to look—yet you can’t stop yourself from doing so anyways.
And then there’s those dark frames on her face, the cherry on top that puts this whole thing together, that takes her from an innocent, responsible student more than invested in class, to this devilish vixen who struts into your office, demanding to be ruined, never taking no for an answer.
There’s almost no room for imagination, offering you such an obscene view when Arin heads up the stairs, purposefully walking in front of you with slow, deliberate steps. You can see the shape of her perfectly round butt cheeks exposed, her tight fitting thong doing anything but covering up delicious pale flesh. Of course, she knows exactly where your line of sight goes when you walk behind her, making an effort to shake her wide hips a little more with each step, giving you a shameless view of her tight, succulent ass.
This outfit is every dress code violation she could possibly make rolled into one.
But who's going to admonish her? You? Who can't even think logically at the moment when all your thoughts have turned to mush? Not a chance when all you want to do is slip your hand between her thighs too delicious to resist until she makes a mess on your fingers, the floor, and anywhere else that becomes collateral damage.
Right now, you have the perfect opportunity for exactly that. You’ve lost track of how many steps you’ve walked, but eventually, the stairwell comes to an end, with a set of metal double doors that leads up to the rooftop. As good a place as any other, you think, especially when there's little reason anyone else would want to venture towards the top level during this never-ending rainstorm.
“Here?” you question, when Arin presses your back against the cold wall just underneath the final level of the stairwell. A solitary gaze into her eyes is all you get before she wraps her hands around your neck and plants a heated, sloppy kiss on your lips. She nods in affirmation, but doesn’t give you the time to catch your breath, slipping her tongue into your mouth to make an attempt to taste all of you.
“It's really open here. Pretty easy to get caught," you tell her when she moves from your lips, placing wet kisses across your jawline, moving lower down to your neck.
"That's the point, professor." Arin places your hands firmly around her waist, leading you exactly where she wants your touch. Her legs spread a little further apart so you can push her skirt up, revealing just how tiny of a thong she's wearing. "I don't care if we get caught. Make a mess of me—"
She sighs when your fingertips press against her clothed core, so aroused you can already feel her slick leaking through the flimsy fabric. You add more pressure in response, rewarded with Arin's soft gasps against the sensitive skin of your neck.
"We could get in a lot of trouble, Yewon," you breathe out, barely paying attention to anything beyond this. In fact, you hardly care about what could go wrong either, so consumed with lust, one singular desire that Arin shares, and your fingertips ache to slip underneath these panties and sink right in.
"When has that ever stopped us before?"
She has a point.
This is risky as it gets. And that’s what makes it all more exciting.
Without wasting any more time, you slip a finger underneath the fabric of her panties, into her ridiculously warm cunt. A second one slides in right after, and soaked as she already is, barely puts up any resistance, the entrance of her tight little hole eagerly swallowing you up.
“Professor—“
A few strokes is all you manage before Arin throws her head back in delight, rolling her hips, moaning from nothing more but your fingers slowly pumping in and out of her needy cunt.
Arin clings to your shoulder as the tempo picks up, her other hand quickly traveling down your torso until it reaches your pants. She finds the button to your slacks right away, unzipping them to slip a hand inside your boxers. You let out a groan when she runs a gentle hand along the length of your shaft, slow and teasing—until she wraps her entire hand around it and grips you tight.
“Yewon..." A wave of pleasure rushes through your whole body. She's stroking your cock with such a perfect grip, slender fingers reaching down to fondle your balls, eager for what they’ve stored up just for her. Meanwhile, the sounds that come from her own throat as she rides your fingers become a necessary distraction, urging you to thrust into her a little faster, a little rougher—
"How many loads are you going to give me today, professor? I hope they're all as thick as they were yesterday—"
It's rather ridiculous, the things you hear come out of Arin's mouth. The demure looking girl in the front row, raising her hand up high, blushing just at the sight of you, now says the filthiest things when she's got her mouth on your earlobe and her pussy filled with your fingers. She's every bit the opposite of an exemplary student, but you suppose that's your fault, given you're the one who's trading straight A's for the roughest, raunchiest sex that almost always ends up with you finishing inside her.
But the way Arin sounds when she moans directly in your ear, riding your fingers so selfishly while they stay buried inside her cunt, it makes you forget all that. None of that matters. All that does is satisfying her needs and yours, and you won't stop until she's absolutely drenched your fingers, even if it ruins that pathetic pair of panties.
"Don't stop, professor. I'm so close…"
She's lost all inhibitions in her frantic desire to keep rocking her hips hard against your fingers. You can feel the tension about to snap, her walls squeezing the life out of your slick digits—all while she tries to keep a steady rhythm in her own pumping, giving your cock a good squeeze each time your fingers plunge to the hilt.
"Professor, please, don’t stop, don’t stop—" Arin’s breathing grows unsteady, heavy, and she gasps for air between every syllable that escapes her lips. You’ll do everything to oblige her, steadily thrusting, curling your fingers to find that sweet spot that gets her to moan the loudest until she lets go of your cock, clinging her entire weight onto you.
"You're gonna make me fucking cum—"
Nothing gets said in response, obeying Arin’s pleas, an uninterrupted stream of juices beginning to coat your fingers while she lets out one continuous moan, unable to speak coherently upon climax. Biting down hard on her bottom lip, she nearly draws blood before the wetness gushes down your fingers, rendering her panties useless, completely ruined with all this sticky arousal.
Her walls flutter around you, this explosive orgasm lasting far longer than you expect—but you don’t let up, pumping away as she spills more, riding this out until it turns into a second one shortly after. And when you press your thumb firmly against her clit, right as she starts to come down from her high, the violent trembles in her body repeat, sending her over the edge a third time, forcing her body to shake against yours, another loud, shameless moan spilling out of her in overstimulation.
It's a wonder how the rest of campus hasn’t heard the screams echoing all the way down the staircase. Were it not for the rain pouring overhead drowning out her cries of pleasure, it would be near impossible for anyone passing by to not hear a thing. So you’re blessed by the rains, both above, and between Arin’s sticky thighs.
After it’s all said and done, she can hardly support her own weight when the sensation of your fingers inside her becomes too much for her oversensitive cunt, Arin’s sweaty frame nearly toppling over as she breathes heavily. Good thing you're right here to do what she temporarily can’t, clinging to your body, your hard cock still poking against her as you keep her upright amidst these intense aftershocks.
"That was, fuck—you've really outdone yourself, professor. I can hardly stand."
When you pull your fingers out, you can’t hide the smirk that spreads across your face with all this slick clinging to your fingertips as she leans on your body to take a breath. The praise washes over you while Arin unexpectedly grabs your wrist, bringing your soaked fingers, all the way up to her lips to fervently suck the delicious liquid off.
You intently watch her lick herself off you, tongue lewdly swirling around the length of each wet digit, making an effort to swallow all of her mess. Her lips glisten with spit and wetness, a ravenous look in her bespectacled eyes as she cleans whatever she can, tasting every drop of her delicious essence, staring at you seductively until nothing is left.
"Guess I don't need these anymore," Arin says after a pause, gradually recovering as she peels her drenched thong down her legs, letting it drop to her ankles before she slips it off, stuffing it into your front pocket. A cute little smile later, and she looks more than eager for what's next, unable to tear her gaze away from how hard you’ve been left thanks to her.
"I should finish what I started, don't you think, professor?"
You don't even get to answer when Arin drops to her knees on the cold floor, tugging your pants and boxers further down, freeing your cock that so desperately needs it—so desperately needs her. With a cute, light giggle, she spits onto your swollen shaft, pumping the entire length with her delicate fingers, a low moan rising in your throat as she pays extra attention to the underside where she knows you're the most sensitive.
Her slender fingers work up the length of your cock, coming back down with a grip so wonderfully tight. She’s so ready, so eager to have her soft lips around it already. You can practically see her salivating when she leans in a little closer to lap her tongue around your cock in one long, lazy lick, pressing her lips into a light kiss on the tip of your shaft.
“Yewon—“
You can’t hold in a grunt when Arin rubs your tip against her mouth, not opening up enough to take you whole yet, instead tracing her full, soft lips over your needy cockhead.
“Don’t you worry, professor. Gonna make you feel so good. I promise.”
The anticipation explodes all at once as she parts her lips, slipping the entire head of your cock inside. The moment her wet mouth makes contact with your shaft, you groan at the sudden warmth, a sharp contrast from her icy cold hands. She takes more of your length down, hollowing her cheeks, keeping an intense, erotic gaze while slowly bobbing her head up and down.
"Mhmph—" Her warm breath sends shivers down your spine as her lips slip further and further down, the tip of her tongue flicking against what hasn’t disappeared into her mouth. You can’t help but let out all types of unabashed moans while she guides more of you inside, spit dripping down to your balls as she slides deeper, until nothing of you is left to swallow up, the head of your cock hitting the back of her tight throat with ease.
"Yewon, fuck,” you say, nearly breathless, and the way Arin looks up at you with her mouth so proudly sealed around every inch—there’s nothing better. “I'll never get enough of your pretty fucking mouth.”
Arin hums against the length of your shaft at your praise, working more of her magic on you, lips getting down so devastatingly deep against your base. She’s oh so eager, so unwaveringly committed to covering every single inch in saliva. Her hot little mouth slides down effortlessly, bobbing her head back, each stroke just a bit sloppier, a little wetter than the one before, with zero intention of giving you a chance to gather yourself.
“Nobody gives a blowjob like I do, right, professor? Nobody can make you cum as hard as I can. I love being on my knees for you so much, being a good little slut for my professor. That’s what I am, aren't I?"
Nodding your head is all you can do, breath heavy in disbelief of how good this oral assault is, the enthusiasm on display really proving how much Arin enjoys having your cock shoved down her wet, inviting throat.
You’d sacrifice your entire livelihood for a blowjob like this.
It’s quite simple to lose track of how many times her talented mouth takes your entire length down, so good at pleasuring you it's impossible to find words. The way her wet tongue flicks against your slit when she slides off, only to have you plunging all the way back into the heat of her throat—it's far, far too good.
"I want you to cum on my face, professor," Arin tells you, so casually as she pulls away for a brief second before going right back to licking up the length of your hard cock, spitting all the excess saliva over the rest of you. Then she’s back to placing hungry wet kisses against each inch, her tongue making a slick path before she gives the leaking slit of your cock another teasing, torturous swirl. "I want all of it."
At this rate, you think you could blow a load anywhere she wanted you to, already so close to bursting just at her tongue lavishing your cock with these feverish licks. She has this way of making you feel so special, like worshiping your cock is all that matters to her, your pleasure the most important aspect in her life. Her greedy mouth proves just that, making you groan so easily, especially when she dips down to pay attention to your balls and slurps so messily on them like she wants your load at any cost.
A few lazy licks down your sack and you’re back down her throat—just trapped there helplessly as she holds you, her pretty mouth so goddamn overwhelming when she swallows as much of your length as she possibly can, not showing even the slightest hint of strain. Her full lips stay motionless when they slide right down to your base, gaze locked tight, making your cock throb within her tight, wet throat.
“Stay there, Yewon, shit,” you groan, hands clutching her head against your crotch to speed up the path to climax. Each second she remains there feels like absolute heaven, fostering all this unbearable bliss, all while those doe eyes speak for her when her mouth can’t—impatiently waiting, desperately wanting to empty your balls.
When she releases her lips from your length, there’s a sexy little gasp that comes with the messy string of saliva pulling her back down. Repeating the act, she plunges right back down, nose nestling comfortably against your abdomen, lips wrapped entirely around the base of your length. “Yewon, god, you know what’s gonna happen if you keep doing that.“
"Oh, you’re gonna cum? Want you to paint my pretty face. Don’t you, professor?”
There’s no answer to offer other than what she wants, all thoughts drowned by another wet slurp when Arin once again takes every inch of you down her throat, the overwhelming warmth of her mouth suffocating your length. Then she rises, exposing your shaft to the cool air for only a moment until her throat tightens when you’re back down, fully sheathed.
Arin’s so dedicated to hearing you moan that these steadfast strokes show no relent, slurping from base to tip, hair all a mess as she bobs faster and faster, maintaining never-ending eye contact that’ll be the death of you.
“Need it. Need it so bad, your hot cum dripping down my face when I walk back down these stairs. Can’t wait to feel how thick and heavy a load you’ll give me.”
Her pace only begins to go into overdrive, picking up rampantly when Arin places her hands on your thighs for better stability, the hot slickness of her mouth far too much to handle. She takes every inch, all of you disappearing down, without needing to stop to take a breath, like she’s proving a point at how good she can get you off. There's no restraint as she bobs her head without inhibitions, sloppily, noisily, not even gagging when her throat delivers an unimaginable level of pleasure.
"Oh my god, Yewon, fuck—"
With each desperate stroke, you're so close to that edge, quickly approaching the inevitable. The tightness in your balls grows beyond your control, and there’s no time to think straight when her mouth feels this fucking good, almost there, absolutely about to—
"I'm gonna fucking cum, Yewon," you groan out just in time, with no qualms about how needy you sound. One last slow descent down to your base, then Arin pops your needy shaft from her mouth right when it seems you’re about to burst any second.
And looking as salacious as possible, she simply tilts her head slightly backwards, jerking you off while directing the tip of your cock straight at her face, eagerly anticipating the release that's about to cover her.
“Cum all over me, professor.”
You let out a strained, guttural moan the moment your first pearlescent stream shoots out, streaking across the bridge of her nose. These frantic strokes don’t let up, guiding your milky seed that unloads onto the perfect target—her glasses, coating the lenses in white and getting it all over her rosy cheeks. Another strand fires off as she shifts your cock downwards, a thick stream blasting across her parted lips that deserve so much of this load for helping you reach an explosive release.
She pumps, and pumps, until there’s nothing left, and by the time your orgasm winds down, Arin is a total mess, one you’ll never get tired of seeing your load plastered all over her. Her stunning features wear you like a proud smile, drenched in her handiwork, thick streaks that cling to her cheeks, those soft lips, and anywhere else it happens to land as she strokes your length to ensure not a drop goes to waste.
That look is all too familiar when the weight of your load starts to drip down, an orgasmic feeling that brings a grin onto her cum-stained face.
“That’s a big load, professor. Just what I wanted," she says as she removes her stained glasses, taking a nice, long lick right over the lens and making a show of the entire thing. "I think I'm obsessed. With your cum. It tastes so good, but looks better on my face."
"Yewon—you're ridiculous, you know that?" you tell her as she carefully slips the glasses back on, and wipes up whatever has run off to the corners of her lips, bringing her sticky fingers into her own mouth to slurp them clean.
"It's not my fault my professor's cum tastes so good."
But before she can even begin to clean off your cock, or savor what an absolute mess she’s covered in, the sound of footsteps nearby force her to stop mid-stroke, causing both your heads to turn with a shared look of panic. There's only enough time to tuck yourself back into your pants, but there's nothing to do at all about this massive load that's dripping all over Arin, nor what’s done a number on the stairwell.
"Get behind me, Yewon. Quick."
Arin nods and does as you say, scrambling to her feet, also making sure her thong is still tucked away into your pocket as you zip your pants up. The sounds of footsteps echo louder, yet there's only one real way to escape this stairwell, because you're not going out that door when the rain hasn't let up one bit.
When the moment those footsteps approach the stairwell entrance, they slow to a halt, making your heart beat faster. Arin moves fast enough to get behind you just in time, out of sight and behind your broad frame. And the two of you wait there, her body pressed against yours, trying to hold her breath, dreading to explain yourself to whoever just made this abrupt end to your fun.
"Professor? Is that you?" The voice sounds so familiar, but you can't quite pick it out, too muffled by the rain. But there's no doubt you've heard this voice before. It's certainly one of your students, so at least you won’t have to explain this to a faculty member. "What a surprise, seeing you here!"
Normally, you'd have all the time in the world for pleasantries and small talk, but this is the last place where you can do anything of the sort as you try to shield Arin. From who exactly, you have no idea as they walk into frame. Their name escapes you, not that you really care when all you want is to get out of this situation.
"Is something the matter, professor? Why are you standing there?"
"Oh, uh, nothing. I had some time between classes and came up here to check out the rain. It's not letting up is it?" You put on the best smile possible, knowing Arin can't be spotted right behind you. Luckily, your taller frame can block her body completely, and given how the area is poorly lit, there isn't much worry about the mess that's on her face at the very least.
"No, it isn't. We don't usually get so much rain this time of year, huh?" The unnamed student asks as she glances out the window, and for a brief second you fear the worst—but she doesn't seem to notice anything at all that shouldn't be there. "I didn't even bring an umbrella today either..."
"You might check the library, they'll have them."
"The library?"
"They used to offer some a few months back, but I guess everyone forgot. I'm sure they still have a few left."
"I might give that a try then, thanks. It's good to see you, professor."
When your student smiles and waves goodbye, heading back the stairs without another word, you're able to finally breathe a huge sigh of relief, knowing the ordeal is finally over, despite taking years off your life. "Jesus, Yewon."
"That was close.” Her own breath stays ragged and heavy, almost completely forgetful to the mess you've left on her face that still glistens. "Good save. Really pulled that umbrella story out of thin air, didn’t you?”
“Whatever it takes. Hey, they might have umbrellas. I’ve never gone there except to rail you.”
Arin laughs, then suddenly remembers she still has your filth all over her. “Better go clean up I guess..."
"This was a really terrible idea."
"Hey, this was my terrible idea," Arin corrects with a grin that manages to shine through all the mess. "And I don’t hear you complaining about me giving you a nice, sloppy blowjob, professor.”
“I could never complain about seeing my favorite student on her knees.”
“I'll go on ahead. Maybe I'll see you later? For office hours?"
You say nothing more as you let her pass you to head down the stairs first, standing here a bit longer for your heart rate to calm before you too make your exit. You've got a class in under an hour that you haven't prepared for, and now how could you, coming so close from potentially losing your job. But yet, somehow, through all that, Arin was right—the rush of getting caught is exhilarating, but that was far too close for comfort.
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So after all that, logic would dictate that you should be a little more careful, that maybe you should stop having sex with your student in places you're bound to get caught—but logic went out the window the moment you bent Arin over your desk for the very first time. What else are you going to do though, take her home to your apartment where there's actual privacy, where you don't have to keep quiet?
That sounds so very drab and mundane, and you'd rather spend another ten hours grading papers than go the proper route. You don't even know what you would do if you wound up in Arin's bedsheets, having all the freedom to rail her for hours instead of the thrill of being in public where you have to be quick and quiet.
There's nothing wrong or unhealthy with this relationship. Not one bit.
You've told yourself on multiple occasions that you should dial it down a notch, not meet quite so often, or at least not in places that will put your career at risk. After all, your luck is going to run out one of these days, and the day could very well come when more than just a student catches the two of you, maybe one of the other professors, or god forbid the university staff.
And then it's all over for both of you.
Yet, there isn't a day when you don't seek each other out, find some empty closet, a vacant faculty office, or that spot near the back of the library that's so dusty that no one frequents.
The risk is almost as good as being balls deep inside Arin itself.
You can't exactly help yourself when she wears these slutty little outfits that practically beg you to rip them off her, nothing but the shortest skirts imaginable to class, where you have to stop your eyes from wandering throughout the entirety of the lecture.
Arin sits in the front row for a reason, and that's not to get a better view of the whiteboard. No, it's so she can spread her legs open when no one's paying attention, flash whatever sexy pair of panties she has underneath (or the lack thereof on occasion), and sometimes even play with herself so she can show off how wet she is.
Somehow, no one's really noticed how often you have her in your office, where there's less talk about class going on, and more your head buried between her thighs, or having her bent over your desk in some obscene position with her mouth stuffed by her ruined underwear and screaming through it.
With everything that’s transpired today, one would think you’d call it early and pack up. Not you though. Not even an hour has gone by since your close call, and Arin is in your office again, sucking you off underneath your desk while you work on grading papers—at least you should be, if only you could focus for more than a few seconds without this warm mouth slobbering on your cock.
"I bet none of your other students can deepthroat you as good as I can."
"You said you were going to be quiet."
"And you said you were going to fuck me, professor."
You haven't exactly broken that promise, it's more like Arin decided she wasn't going to wait until you finished, always finding an excuse to get in her favorite position whenever she wants to suck you off.
Luckily, for your students, you're going to be in such a tremendous mood after finishing in this girl's hungry mouth. These papers are downright horrendous—so fucking awful and unreadable it makes you wonder if you should intentionally pound Arin in your office with the door wide open, just so you’ll get caught, lose your job, and never have to deal with some of these students ever again.
Not even a few papers in and you’ve lost every ounce of focus, groaning while Arin empties your balls, her mouth right at your base when your spills right down her throat. With your fingers gripping the back of her head, it's impossible to not avoid bucking your hips into her pretty, sloppy mouth as she drains each thick shot from your pulsing cock, swallowing it all with pride to make sure there's not a single trace of your creamy release that hasn't gone directly into her stomach.
"All those students probably failed anyways," she tells you, letting the saliva fall from her lips as she shows off her empty mouth with a pleased smile, planting a nice, loud wet kiss on your tip before getting back up to her feet.
"Yeah? Including you?"
"Of course not, professor. We both know before you even look at my paper that I've got a perfect grade."
"Is that so? And what have you done to deserve that, Yewon?"
Before you've even gotten your pants back on properly, Arin is already claiming a spot on the edge of your desk, undoing her tie so that it hangs loosely around her neck, and then spreads those luscious thighs as wide apart as they can go, her gorgeous, dripping pussy on display without any underwear in the way. "I can think of a few things. Doesn't emptying you down my throat count for something?"
"Hm, I dunno,” you ponder, shamelessly staring between those delectable thighs at what’s all yours. “Maybe a few points. That'll get you a passing grade at best."
"Just a few? What about all the times I've ridden your cock this week alone, professor? And how many times did you cum inside me?"
"I've completely lost track, Yewon. I guess that'll get you at least ten percent higher."
"How generous of you," she retorts, tone all full with playful sarcasm, unbuttoning her white shirt enough so you can see the color of her bra. It's purple, just like the thong in your pocket that serves as a nice trophy. "Are you forgetting how many times I took your thick cock in my ass until you blew your load inside?"
"Does that really count if you beg me to do so every time you step in my office?"
"Oh no, you can't blame me for how much you love my ass, professor. That's at least twenty points."
"That's a little greedy, don't you think?"
"Absolutely not. If anything, I deserve extra for all those times I let you fuck my face," Arin suggests, spreading her legs further apart to give a clearer view of her bare cunt that’s glistening so beautifully, accompanied with a set of fingers teasing herself for your benefit.
"Again, you're forgetting the part where you keep dropping down to your knees and begging for it."
Arin can't help but smile, both at knowing you're right—and also how you can't take your eyes off the show her fingers put on when she rubs at her clit, getting wet so easily from playing with herself while staring into your eyes. It's the look on your face that drives her crazy and gives her the urge to show off even more, sliding two digits past her swollen lips into her tight hole, so eager to get herself off in front of you.
"What about now, profess—" she asks before a moan interrupts her words, leaning backwards to prop herself up so you can watch every bit as she fingers herself. "Does this count for anything?"
"It depends. If you can make yourself cum without my help, then maybe, that'll bump up your grade, Yewon."
"Twenty-five. For making myself cum right in your office," she manages between hitched breaths, pumping her fingers deep in and out, almost bucking her hips off the table at her own touch.
"Twenty. You're not there yet, Yewon," you correct, watching Arin roll her head back with her eyes shut, so beautiful when she's in bliss, achingly sexy how her slender fingers disappear knuckle deep into her own cunt. You've barely had any time to recover since emptying your load down her throat just a minute ago, but the mere sight is more than enough to have you as hard as the wooden desk she’s writhing on.
Arin reaches down to further unbutton her shirt, giving the full glimpse of her breasts covered up in that pretty lace as her tight frame falls back against the cold surface all splayed out. While this shameless girl continues fingering her pussy, you simply enjoy the view, stroking your cock every few seconds to spur her on. Every desperate moan and gasp from her lips gets louder, all that nectar trickling down between her spread thighs you’re dying to lick clean—but you won’t, because she has to do this on her own.
You let the lack of words exchanged linger in the air while Arin fingers herself a bit rougher, moving a bit more frantic, knowing all the signs from experience that she isn't too far from that much craved release.
“Professor," Arin breathes out, the quiver in her voice an obvious indication. Her fingers get so drenched, pulling them out from her heat for a moment to reveal how sticky wet they are as she groans, not bothering to hide how she slides them back in to curl right into herself. "Oh god, professor—“
When the pleasure becomes too much, when her back arches off the desk with breathless cries, there's no missing the split second Arin's entire body tenses up—thighs quivering, fingers buried so deep you can hear the wetness while she shakes on the desk from the intensity of her orgasm. It's a moment of euphoria that's only reached because you're watching so attentively, eyes glued the entire time as she rides her fingers long past completion, toes curling, moans echoing through your small office.
Even when Arin is finished, she's unable to regain her composure for more than a few ragged breaths, eyes still closed while the bliss hits hard, long after her high. And you savor every second of her looking so beautiful in this post-climax haze, an absolute mess on your desk that you’re thankful hasn't soaked into your papers.
"Fuck, that was too good, professor," Arin murmurs, slowly pulling her fingers out from herself, just to rub her oversensitive clit, borderline crying from the overstimulation. “It’s too bad it wasn’t your cock I came on.”
"Then maybe I should deduct points for that?"
"Hey, that's not fair… you just told me—I’d get points for making myself cum."
"I did, but—you would have earned extra for waiting for me to do it. Guess you'll just have to earn back those points another way."
"How exactly should I do that, professor?" Arin asks with the best faux ignorance possible, sitting herself up to scoot off the desk, then leaning down to wrap her slick fingers around your shaft. "If you bend me over and pound me with this cock until your cum is leaking inside me, would that be enough?"
"Perhaps. That would certainly help raise your grade some points.”
"Give it all to me then," she pleads, giving your cock a handful of languid strokes, just enough to leave a nice trail of her slick along the entire length. "Fuck a load into me, professor. Fuck your top student all over this office."
"Top student? Really?" You can't help but laugh at that, knowing full well Arin is certainly anything but. Far from it actually, not even top ten. "Then I better go find her then."
"Hey! Just shut up and give it to me already," Arin says with that pout still intact, keeping these strokes going on your cock that make you throb so easily, and you’re not sure who needs it more at this point.
"Fine, but not here. I'm tired of this place. Let's go somewhere else."
It's rather late into the afternoon, with the majority of classes for the day having ended already. That leaves enough of the campus vacant, lowering the risk of getting caught wherever you decide to take Arin—but the risk still isn't zero. Wandering around the university after hours isn't the best idea, especially when there are plenty of places for students to hang out, and worse, faculty offices open late.
So you keep it simple.
You keep several feet ahead of each other, heading up a couple floors to that really small bathroom by the science department that no one ever uses because it doesn't lock properly. There are much bigger and better bathrooms scattered about, so everyone usually forgets this tiny, shabby thing exists, especially late into the day. Not the most romantic spot, but it’s suitable, and keeps you from scouring the halls without having to dodge other faculty and students.
You enter first, flicking on the light, and do a quick scan around the room while Arin slips in, pulling the door shut as quickly as possible. There's nothing but a toilet, a sink, and a mirror, but most importantly it looks clean, which is the most important thing. It's not that surprising given that nobody really uses it to begin with.
It’s as perfect a place as ever.
Double checking the lock still doesn't work, nothing has changed on that front. Arin quickly moves to lean against the wall, and she’s already unbuttoning her shirt, all the way this time, to give the full view of those perky breasts without any bra to ruin the view. You're on her in a flash, claiming those lips with a kiss full of nothing but aggression to match just how badly you want to ruin this girl right now.
"Fuck me," Arin urges as she palms your bulge through your pants, impatient to get your cock inside of her. Her fingers fumble with the button to your pants, thoughts clouded with desire, and she’s so eager to release your aching shaft, to give it all the attention it so desperately craves.
You’ve got just a modicum of patience left to not let that happen quite yet.
Instead, with your lips still attached, you pick Arin’s slender frame off the ground, and guide her over to the sink, placing her there as gently as you can. When she settles down on the edge of the counter, there's no hesitation to shove that tiny skirt up past her waist, revealing her absolutely beautiful cunt still left glistening in the aftermath of her orgasm from a moment earlier, and you're just dying to fill her all up.
Still, somehow you hold back for a moment, to let it all sink in. The sight is divine enough, this privileged student of yours in this rather pathetic excuse for a school uniform, half naked, shirt wide open with her tits fully out, that barely-there skirt, and those sexy thigh highs that bring all the attention to her immaculate thighs that make you want to ruin her even faster. She knows that’s your biggest weakness, knows how weak in the knees they leave you whenever you get to slide them off with your teeth—but now they make her look like pure sin.
"I know you wanna get that dick in me," she says, voice so sultry, and her thighs spread obscenely wide apart, so that every inch of her mouthwatering cunt is put on display with not a drop of modesty—not like Arin even knows what that word is.
"Not yet. Haven't gotten to taste you today." As per usual, Arin’s been more than a little greedy, and it feels like she’s had her lips on your cock all day and this is the first opportunity to return the favor.
Any protest in those pretty eyes doesn't last when her hands wrap around your skull, drawing your face straight between her thighs that you have no trouble diving into. With your lips feasting on her cunt right off the bat, you give Arin all the attention she craves so badly, licking along the length of her slit, all the way up until your tongue starts flicking at her engorged clit.
"God, so fucking good," Arin breathes out, the silence in the empty bathroom getting cut with all her beautiful moans that ring out. For your efforts, you’re rewarded by her thighs locking around your head, as your lips get a tight seal around her swollen clit that has her grinding that delicious cunt all over your mouth.
"Professor!" she chokes out, while continuing this harsh grip on the back of your head while you slurp on her clit so mercilessly, every bit hungry to taste all those delicious juices that spill out. "Oh my god, professor, oh fuck!"
Your mouth doesn't quit, because nobody tastes better than Arin. You're an addict, every bit obsessed with this girl's cunt since the first time that you slid between these thighs. There's nothing you love more than this, her taste lingering on your tongue, all while these delicious thighs squeeze around your head, suffocating you perfectly as you eat her out with so much fervor she almost can't handle how good you make her feel.
"My god, Yewon—you taste so fucking delicious," you tell her between long licks, slurping on her clit without restraint to savor every last bit of her soaking cunt. "I can eat your pretty pussy all day. For hours and hours."
"I won't say no to that, professor.” Her desperate hands dig into your scalp to hold your face right there, exactly where she wants, where she needs, gasping when her hips grind down against you. "Fuck, your tongue is so, so good."
This is your favorite part about going down on her, being trapped between those perfect thighs that squeeze and tremble while you sloppily eat her out, drowning in her heavenly aroma and all this nectar, her delicious pussy that tastes even better the longer you indulge.
It's never enough though, no matter how much time you get to spend with your tongue buried inside her cunt, or how many times she cums all over your face—the taste of her is heaven, and you love turning this girl into nothing more than a whimpering, quivering mess who can’t even think straight.
"Just like that, professor, fuck, don't stop, oh my god, don't fucking stop, please—“
She whines so freely while grinding down hard against your hungry lips you can hardly breathe. Not that you have any problem about that, because you know exactly where Arin is, can feel those thighs vibrate all around you to know those limits are about to be surpassed, and you don't plan to let up for even a moment.
You ramp up your efforts in devouring her cunt without a moment to rest, your tongue all over her clit, sucking so harshly, so relentlessly, drowning in these delicious juices. It’s obvious how Arin's hips can't stay steady for a second longer, seconds from losing herself entirely. "Professor! Fuck, I'm so fucking close. Keep going, keep—oh fuck, right there, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard, fuck—"
Arin bucks her hips into your face with wild abandon, her juices smearing across your lips when you bring her to the verge of release, until she finally topples over completely.
Everything goes muffled while she keeps her thighs squeezed tightly around your head, violently trembling throughout her orgasm as you lick her through the entire thing. Like every other time you've brought her over that blissful edge, it's beautiful, turning your face into a mess, and you greedily lap up everything that freely spills into your mouth from her overflowing cunt.
When those thighs let off and relax, you look up at Arin's blissed out visage, completely enamored in the pleasure, shivering and trembling with a high-pitched squeal as you give her clit one more loud slurp for good measure. Your focus then shifts back to her messy folds, delving deep into them to clean up those juices she's gushing so profusely, a never ending stream of wet, sticky deliciousness.
"Fuck, your cunt always tastes so amazing," you mutter, lapping at the girl's slick covered thighs, getting out every drop that leaks out with a few soft licks. Arin stays motionless on the counter, looking straight up to the ceiling while her chest heaves, still seeing stars.
After indulging a little while longer, and spending all the time necessary getting those warm thighs mostly clean, there's only one thing left to do. Your mouth pulls away, but only so you can yank your pants down to your ankles, your stiff cock aching to get inside of her.
"Gonna fucking ruin you, Yewon. Hope you’re ready for me to wreck that tight little cunt."
"When am I not? Please, give it to me already," Arin desperately pleads, pulling herself from her haze to look at the throbbing length you're stroking as her eyes beg you to sink in and fill her up.
Sitting herself up on the sink, she keeps herself propped up with her hands planted behind her body, spreading her thighs apart as far as possible, with her wet cunt presented so lewdly and invitingly. "Shove that dick right in me, professor. Give it to me as hard as you can."
Without another thought wasted, you slowly guide the swollen tip of your cock past those drenched lower lips, groaning unabashedly when all this slippery warmth welcomes you deep inside. It's far too easy, how you slide into her, walls so dripping with arousal that allow this ache to dissipate when you effortlessly impale Arin all the way, right to the hilt.
"My god, Yewon, fucking love this tight pussy," you groan as her walls clamp down, holding you right inside that delicious grip with no plans to release you.
She's so soaking wet when you start pounding away inside, each thrust coated in all those messy juices as your cock bottoms out every time. Your deep strokes make full use of her open shirt, causing her modest breasts to bounce as her back hits the mirror with each hard slam. Arin clenches around you with such an unyielding grip as you pump in and out, loving how rough you are, how forceful your hips are, moaning louder and louder, still sensitive from the previous release.
“And I love being stretched on your huge fucking cock.”
There's not an ounce of mercy in your thrusts, just pure carnal lust taking hold. Her wet folds remain parted, taking the full length of your pounding shaft, every last inch driving into that slick little cunt without restraint. You take advantage of how her legs drape over the sink, grabbing her thighs, spreading them to give you more leverage to angle your thrusts deeper, and she kicks her heels off to give you even more control, allowing you to use her body however you please.
"It feels so good, professor," she says, while each thrust stays rough and deliberate, buried to the hilt in her wetness. "This cock of yours—is so perfect."
"That's because your cunt is made for it," you groan, sweat forming on her skin under your grip as your hips slam against her. It's absolute bliss, watching the way her entire body responds each time you sink in, hearing her soft whines that she’s unable to hold any back while getting fucked so mercilessly over this counter top. "You take my cock so well."
"Of course I do," she insists, the biggest grin on her face that gets interrupted with more moans. "I'm the professor's favorite student, after all."
"But definitely the worst one," you fire back, fingertips digging hard into her bare thighs all wrapped up in these sexy thigh high stockings as they jiggle with every relentless thrust.
"So—how many points is this?" Arin asks, bracing herself against the mirror when you pound into her even harder, every inch of your cock covered in her sweet essence.
"As many as you fucking want, Yewon."
"Then make it a thousand. I can use them on the next assignment, right?"
"Use them on whatever you want, the final exam even. So long as I get to cum inside you."
"Of course, professor. Fill me all the way up. Cum inside me as much as you fucking want," she says, and those tits bounce more hypnotically every time you pick up the pace, slamming deeper with more force each time. After every plunge balls deep, that tightness becomes more overwhelming, urging you to give your all, as if the sight of her all sprawled out and creaming on your cock isn't enough already.
It's merciless. And your hips start to reach their limit, but Arin's desperate cries of pleasure become so loud, that she has no choice but to muffle herself with her hand, almost forgetting that this seldom used bathroom is still right by the science lab—and anyone could be lingering around.
"Fucking fill me, professor. Empty your balls. Just keep—oh god, fuck, fuck," Arin whimpers, the limits of her body creeping up fast as your cock pistons so harshly in and out of her hot cunt. "Wanna milk every last drop right out of you, make you cum so fucking hard."
"Only if you’re good and cum on this cock, Yewon. Cum all over me, and I'll fucking fill this cunt up."
"Yes, god, yes," she says, practically falling back against the mirror while you brutally hammer into her at full force. She barely keeps the coherence when it all peaks, when you feel those impossibly tight walls clenching around your cock, borderline painful, forcing you to use every ounce of strength to not burst inside her just yet.
"Fuck, professor, this dick is so amazing—I'm gonna cum all over it, all over your fucking huge cock," Arin says as her pussy squeezes the life out of your cock with every impale in that wet, intoxicating heat. A flood of her fluids almost forces you out, an absolute mess that drowns your shaft in slick rips through her body without any care, and all you can do is fuck her through it.
Even when her orgasm subsides, and she somehow becomes tighter, wetter, easier to sink into, you don't show any remorse while fucking her tight pussy until you can't possibly hold on any further.
"You're close, aren't you, professor?" Arin gasps between collecting her breath as the pleasure begins to fade, watching the struggle you're going through to hold it back. "I know you are. Please, let me have all that cum. Blow your fucking load in me, let it all out."
That's all you need to be shoved straight over the edge, taking a few final strokes before that pressure builds up to a boiling point, and nothing’s going to stop you when you’re about to burst. “Yewon—“
Her name barely escapes before you’re throbbing, letting out all types of lustful grunts while her pussy smothers you in warmth, offering the best place for such a messy release of seed that shoots out, coating her insides the way she begs for.
Your cock violently pulsates until you’re left with nothing but orgasmic relief, unloading shot after shot deep inside Arin with the thickest spurts imaginable that empty into her warm little pussy. These tight, tight walls take every drop, welcoming such a huge load that’s even somehow stronger than what her mouth did to you earlier.
There’s no way you could do anything else with how delicious she looks on this bathroom counter. With whatever remnants of energy are left, you use all the power in your hips until they lose steam, remaining inside her euphoric cunt that refuses to relinquish you. You ride out wave after wave, each spasm pumping more cum into her, all this intoxicating bliss that feels like it’ll never end.
And truly, both of you wish it never would.
“Professor…” Arin can barely speak between breaths, riding this collective high that fills the room with heavy panting, and sweat glistens on whatever bare skin her revealing outfit offers. You’re right there with her, caressing her thighs, her messy cunt wringing out as much out of you as possible, like it doesn’t want your cock to escape, even after your entire load is buried inside that delicious warmth.
“Came so hard on you, professor, fuck... I love the way your cum feels when you push it deeper, all the way into my womb. Wanna keep it all here until you’re ready for round two.”
"You're fucking insatiable, Yewon," you sigh, dropping Arin's legs back onto the counter, which relinquishes the intense grip you’ve held, allowing her body a chance to relax. When your breathing returns to something somewhat stable, you lean over to give her a tired kiss, one that’s easily returned with whatever remaining energy she has.
“Can you blame me when your dick is this good? It’s only your fault I turned into such a greedy little cumslut.”
“Or maybe you were already like that before I even met you…"
"Yeah. Maybe."
Arin looks away as she starts to giggle, giving you a perfect chance to kiss that exposed cheek. When she glances back, you share an impossibly long stare, one that goes on far too long without words until you lean in for another kiss—
One that gets interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Hello? Is anyone there? Custodial services, I'm here to clean up."
You must have angered some kind of god for this to happen two times in one day. Even worse, there’s no easy way out of this while you're still buried inside Arin, the least of your concerns as this creamy mess threatens to spill out.
"I, uh—need a moment. Spilled something on my shirt that won't come out. Be out in a bit," you blurt out, barely thinking while you look around at the poor bathroom that's been defiled. Arin can't help herself, covering her mouth to help from not immediately bursting into laughter as she fumbles to button back up her shirt.
“You’re such a bad liar,” Arin whispers, but you just roll your eyes at her, glancing over the sweat on her body that you’d no doubt be licking clean were the two of you not nervously waiting to see if this unfamiliar man outside will buy your story.
"No problem, sir. Take your time, I'll be back after.” The janitor shuffles his feet, and you listen carefully, wondering just how obvious the two of you were being. When you can no longer hear footsteps, you release the longest sigh, and slowly pull out of Arin, along with an utterly unreal amount of hot semen that spills out.
"Can't believe he bought that," Arin sighs while hopping off the counter, where more of your cum gushes out as soon as she stands up. "Can't believe you came so much inside me, either."
"If I recall, you were quite literally begging me not to stop."
"No need to be smug about it, professor."
Arin does her best to look presentable in the mirror and fix her disheveled hair, shirt only half buttoned, and skirt a complete mess, but it all seems so futile. There's no real way to hide how she looks after getting railed over the sink relentlessly, or the cum still dripping all over her thighs that she doesn't even bother to clean up.
"We should get out of here before he comes back," Arin says after giving her appearance a once-over, making any minor adjustment to try and fix how ruined she looks. "Shall I leave first, professor?"
The question has only one obvious answer, but you still can't form your lips properly to speak it. "Not so fast, Miss Choi."
"Oh? Am I forgetting something?" Arin asks while running fingers through her hair again. You step towards her, pressing into her back to wrap your arms around her tiny frame before planting a kiss on the side of her neck.
"Yeah—me. You're not leaving this room without me."
You notice her grin in the mirror as your lips graze her skin again, nipping right on that sensitive spot that makes her gasp.
"Don't tell me you're wanting to go again. After we almost got caught. Again—"
"No, not yet," you say between kisses, drawing closer and closer up her neck. "Need a little bit more rest for that."
"You poor thing. Did my pussy wear you out that much, professor?"
"You can barely stand upright as it is," you retort, taking your mouth away from her neck for a moment. Arin stifles a laugh that turns into a moan when your hand creeps up her skirt to touch her dripping folds still leaking your cum. "You need this a lot more than I do."
"Is that so? Well—fuck," Arin moans, unable to hide her body betraying her words as she grips the edge of the counter when two of your fingers slide into her without warning, pushing a mixture of her nectar and the load you pumped inside deep into her messy cunt.
"It's too bad I can't continue this," you say, and withdraw those fingers from Arin's clenching pussy that so desperately tries to keep them in to no avail. "Let's get out of here. But you're not leaving my side."
"If you insist, professor." Arin has no further words, fixing up her skirt while so much thick seed oozes beneath. "But isn't it a little risky to leave together?"
"Probably. But besides, even if somebody does see us, so what? There's not much they can do about it even if they can already tell what just happened. And what are you always saying—how much you love the risk?"
"Guess I'm rubbing off on you, hmm?"
"Not a chance, Miss Choi," you correct, causing that grin across her face to grow wider. "I'm just tired of sneaking around so much."
"Me too, professor."
You turn to leave, opening the bathroom door to poke your head around the corner. Luckily, there doesn't seem to be anyone around, only a couple of students you don't recognize standing nearby chatting, paying no mind as you and Arin sneak out successfully together.
“Where are we headed?” asks Arin as she settles in right next to you, something that's going to take getting used to.
"Dunno. Cafeteria is still open. Guess we can head there first."
"Not if it's still raining. It's a bit of a trek, isn't it?"
"My car's right out front. And if we so happen to take a little detour..."
"Now who's being insatiable, professor?" she asks, with this little teasing giggle in her voice.
“What? Who said I planned on doing anything with you other than grabbing some dinner? You know, I don't think you've had anything in your mouth today but my—"
"Professor!" Arin's not used to your conversation being this open, or being on the opposite side of being so flustered. "Save it for when we're not outside! Or better, the back seat. With the doors locked, preferably."
"As you wish, Miss Choi. Besides, but there's nothing I rather eat than your—"
She desperately covers your mouth to stop any further words from escaping as you head to the parking lot, surprised to see there's nothing but abundant sunshine now. Even more surprising is the fact nobody looks twice as the two of you walk together. Maybe it's luck, or maybe everybody here knows damn well what happens on campus between you two.
And maybe you'll stop sneaking around campus every day, finding just enough time to spend the last half of your lunch hour buried between Arin’s thighs while she tries to hold her moans.
But maybe you won't.
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Under Her Skirt
Choi Yewon (Arin) x Male Reader
Tags: A2M, acrobatic 69, anal, ass eating, ass-to-pussy, balcony sex, carry fucking, cheeky, choking, cute but slutty, daddy kink, dirty talk, (lots of) facefucking, face slapping, facial, miniskirt, objectification, rough sex, schoolgirl, socks, spanking, specs, spitting, squirting
Word count: 5143
For the last couple years, you and Arin seemed frozen in time. Ever since Oh My Girl renewed their contracts and moved towards sporadic activities, you have had very few chances to see Arin in person. All your opportunities would come from festivals where they would always play the same songs, and all you could do was watch Arin jiggling her cheeks on stage from afar.
After you saw Arin perform in a schoolgirl outfit, wearing specs and looking cuter than ever, but also sexier than ever, you knew this drought had to end. You had to get Arin at all costs. It had become a matter of life or death for you. As you managed to dribble their managers and snuck into backstage, you found the beautiful, cute Arin right there, her heartwarming smile in full display when she saw you.
"It's been a while since we last met," Arin said. "I still remember when you used to warm me up backstage before Music Bank," she continued. "Can we do this again, even if just for today?" you asked. "Sure, meet me at home; I'll be waiting for you," she said.
Arin sent you a few pictures of her schoolgirl outfit before she even published them on Instagram. Truth be told, she missed you too and had been craving it for a long time; that backstage smile wasn't for nothing at all.
Arin greeted you with her stage outfit still on. Her glow-up since you two last met was quite amazing. The more you looked at her, the more your lust for her grew. Flashbacks of her riding you with her cheeky butt already popped into your mind, of you carrying her and spanking her ass while going nonstop inside her holes. It was long overdue to bring it back.
It turns out Arin wanted it just as much as you did. As you sat on the chair around her house's table, she took a different route, sitting on top of the table itself with her round cheeks and advancing towards you, giving you sexy kisses where you could feel how much she missed you.
"You want this, baby?" Arin asked you. You didn't reply, but the expressions on your face already made your answer clear to her. And your next move, even more so, as you jumped from the chair and grabbed Arin by her neck, immediately answering back her torrid kisses. You took your coat off as Arin's sexy mouth quickly heated you up. "You're still the same whore from the last time we met," you told her, giving her face a little slap. "But I'm a lot more experienced now," Arin pushed back.
"Then let's cheek it; I mean, check it," you said as you reached under her skirt. God, you really missed those cheeks. The moment you grabbed them, you already wanted to explode. Memories of you clapping it and spanking it hard flashed into your eyes. You placed Arin's body on top of the table and already took her panties off. Her lifted skirt stays on, just like her socks and specs. You are very much enamored by this look on Arin, like you never were before, and ready to show it to her.
You duck your head under Arin's skirt and start eating her pretty pussy. That cute schoolgirl facade is only present in her outfit. Everywhere else, Arin is just the moaning slut you always knew her for, as she closes her wonderful thighs around your head the more you stimulate her sweaty pussy. Soon, your fingers replace your hands as you kiss Arin and let her taste her hole while your hands make her even wetter. Arin just falls back onto the table and enjoys the finger-fucking session.
"Yes, please, please," Arin begs right before you kiss her. But you've got different plans. Carrying this petite doll was always one of your favorite things, and you do it again as Arin clings to your mouth and keeps kissing you.
"Turn around," you say as you drop Arin to the floor after a little while. As you give her skirt a little lift, the thing she's most known for is already on full display. You waste no time ducking between her fat cheeks, circling your tongue around both her holes. But this time, her asshole gets the most attention, as you already tongue it deep and soon remind yourself how much better it tastes when sweaty. Arin just moans and spreads her legs.
Arin starts jiggling her ass as you eat her out and grabs your head to dunk it deeper between her cheeks. Her reaction makes you go even crazier, as you suddenly get up and give Arin an order: "Let's get this off," you tell her, as she tries to take her top and tie off while you choke her and finger her pussy at the same time.
"Ohhhh, I missed that touch so much," Arin says. "Of course you did; you're an insatiable whore, always jiggling those cheeks on stage," you punch back, yanking her top off. "It looks like you enjoyed that jiggling, didn't you?" Arin said. "Look at how hard you are; I've been noticing it the moment you entered my house," Arin replied, touching your pants right where your erection lied.
"Then get on your knees and worship it, bitch," you tell her, unbuttoning your pants. Arin quickly wraps her hands around it and licks your shaft from top to bottom multiple times before she sloppily sucks it. "Open that mouth, bitch," you tell her as you grab her hair and start fucking her beautiful face, your balls slapping nonstop against her chin. As you stop with your cock impaling her throat, Arin moves it even further, testing herself and getting ready to gag hard on that shaft.
"Spit on my mouth, please," Arin says, opening it even further as soon as she gags on your meat. You give her what she wants and kiss her once again shortly after, quickly moving to keep the facefucking going. You had forgotten how messy she gets when her pretty face gets pounded, going from a cute, classy maknae straight into a slutty cocksleeve.
"You like to fuck that cute little face, don't you, baby?" Arin asks as she goes back to blowing that pipe off. "But you like it better when I turn into this cock-sucking slut, right?" she says as she finishes her aggressive blowjob, taking all your shaft in, including giving a lot of love to your balls.
"You're going to detention today, you slutty schoolgirl," you poke at her, aggressively taking Arin's bra off and exposing her perky tits. More kissing ensues while you rub Arin's cute boobs before slapping them. "Tell me who's daddy's whore?" you ask her. "I am!" Arin laughs.
"Get in there," you say as Arin places her small head between your legs. You feel really dominant watching her face get fucked in that position, giving you the perfect view of your manhood bulging under her throat while your balls hit the glasses in her specs.
"AHHHHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH." Arin screams from the top of her lungs once you pull out of her mouth. "Shut up, bitch," you tell her, covering her mouth with your hands as soon as she screams. Instead, Arin licks your fingers nonstop. "My pussy tastes really good," she says once she finishes it.
You take your shoes off, making a stomping noise on the woody floor of Arin's house. Clearly, she hasn't learned the lesson. Now you fuck her face with your fingers, going deep into her pussy. "How does that taste, cunt?" Arin tries to say some words, but your cock mutes them. "Louder, I can't hear it," you tell her.
Arin coughs all over your cock, but little does she know you're about to get even spicier. You grab her by the waist and flip her upside down. "Don't let those specs fall down," you say to her. "YESSSS!" Arin gets excited and licks your cock as you grab her lower body and eat her pussy while she's upside down. Down low, she maniacally licks your shaft.
"Who told you to do this?" you ask her, spanking her ass and thrusting your prick right back into her face. Arin gets punished hard as her cheeks slowly turn into your favorite color: red. Upside down, a cock deep in her throat, a tongue deep in her cunt—it's incredible that Arin still manages to keep those specs on and still finds strength to bob her head on your dick as soon as you stop fucking her face, which leads to yet another punishment spank from you.
You flip Arin back and kiss her. "Yes, baby, it looks like you enjoyed that 69, didn't you?" you rhetorically ask. "But we are just starting," you say as you grab her neck once again. "Bend over," you order right after, placing your hands in her cheeks as you go back to rubbing her cunt.
"Time to get punished, bitch," you tell Arin, sliding your cock in her pussy. "Oh fuck," Arin gets caught by surprise with a monster suddenly inside her cunt, but instinctively bends over from long years of experience. "YES, YES, YES, FUCK IT!" Arin yells as you are already clapping her massive cheeks, giving her no room to breathe and attacking hard from the start. "Please destroy my pussy, AHHHHH," she begs as you pick up the pace.
"Fuck me just like that, hit me deeper," Arin keeps demanding as you pump her pussy nonstop, spreading her cheeks and moaning while you grab her arms behind her back. You push her body towards yours and give her a crazy pounding in standing doggy, treating her pussy like a fleshlight and making her cheeks let out loud noises each time you thrust deep inside her.
Arin has to cling back onto the table not to get obliterated, as you stop a bit to admire her meaty cheeks. "Get down," you tell her, taking advantage of a submissive Arin is bending over to eat her desirable butthole as she jiggles her ass and lets her cheeks hit your face. You put a finger up her asshole, but it's so warm you can't resist but to shove your whole cock inside it shortly after.
"Use my asshole; I know that's what you want the mo... AHHHH," Arin says. "Don't worry, bitch, I'll use it like my personal toy," you tell her, fucking her ass and spanking her cheeks nonstop. "Please, shove that cock deep in my ass," Arin continues to say. You love how her facial expressions change with each pumping and spanking you give her. "Oh my God, you fuck me so hard," Arin says. Even for a slut like her, it's hard to take such a big cock at such a fast speed in her butthole.
"USE ME. USE ME. USE ME. DESTROY MY TINY LITTLE ASSHOLE, FUCK!" Arin keeps screaming. The more she talks, the harder you fuck her ass, and the louder her cheeks clap. Not even five minutes in, but she can barely stand up, getting fucked like an animal as you go raw on her.
"I love how you fuck me," Arin says as soon as you finish ramming her. You slap her face as soon as you hear those words, which she loves. "Are you going to fuck me like your dirty little bitch?" Arin asks, clearly wanting more. You let your actions do the talking, grabbing her and leading Arin towards the balcony, pinning her against the glass door. Arin can barely hold onto the glass as you manhandle her ass, her moaning mouth, and her sliding hands, leaving an imprint on the glass on this foggy, cold day.
"OH. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK," she screams, her little tits now hitting the glass nonstop as she has no control over her body, getting plowed like a slutty fuckdoll that she is. Arin gets grabbed from behind, and your primal urge to destroy her only grows as her whole body gets suffocated between that glass and your dominating self, forcing her to cling as hard as possible to any support, holding the door with all her might just to survive your rough anal rampage.
"Lick that glass, you dirty whore," you say, spitting on it right after you stop pounding Arin, who follows. "I want you to fuck me so bad," she says once she finishes. "What did you say?" you ask her, grabbing Arin back inside the room. Arin laughs. "Then shut up and show me," you say, lifting her leg against the door. "Ready to put it back in?" she demands, giving you a lustful stare. "Give me that ass," you say; indeed, you can't say no to it.
You fuck and spank Arin's ass like crazy. "Keep going, daddy," she says, masturbating herself at each thrust and even using different languages: "Follame el culo," she demands, in Spanish, as you grab her cheeks, but a different one in this case, those in her cute slutty face. Arin gets her face slapped multiple times, but she also retaliates and spanks yours as well, showing she's truly an untamed slut. All that while getting fucked hard in the ass.
"Make me fucking take it," Arin says as your anal addiction to her only grows. "I want you to treat me like the biggest whore you've ever met," she continues. You switch to a standing doggy once again; never stop fucking her butt. "Sí papi, así, así, así," she says once again in Spanish. "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder," she then says.
You indeed fuck Arin harder, making her hold against the door not to get destroyed. Her entire body jiggles, even her little tits. "Make me fucking take it, daddy," she continues. And you make her, gabbing Arin from behind. "GOD, I'M GONNA CUM," she says right after. As you just seem to have endless energy and never stop, her butt keeps getting spanked, her body used like a fleshlight. Her neck choked in such a way that it clenched her entire throat. If Arin really wants to be treated like a sex object, you sure won't object.
Arin gets on her knees to suck your cock. Despite the rampage she just endured, she seems just fine and ready for more, savoring her asshole like a dinner meal and making loud noises with her mouth as she gets very sloppy. Soon you're treating her face just like her asshole, fucking it hard as she nods with your cock deep in her throat, ready to choke on it. You spit on her face as soon as you finish it. "Give it back," she asks for more as you fuck her face with her still jerking your cock off.
"Come in." You grab Arin's hair as she crawls inside on all fours like a dirty puppy. You slam her body into the table and start eating her pussy. "Yes, daddy, make me fucking cum, ahhh," Arin moans as she moves her hips to meet your mouth inside her cunt. Soon, your mouth is replaced by that huge cock, sensing that Arin wants it back inside, begging and moaning as you pump her pussy in a hot missionary position before shoving your whole hand inside her mouth to shut her up.
Arin bites your hand as she chokes all over it, trying to let her moan out as you put the heat in her pussy. As you free Arin's mouth, you give her no time to collect herself, switching straight back to her asshole. The spanking continued, as this time you targeted her milky thighs. "Yes, that's what I want; spank me, spank me," Arin said as you kept hitting her.
You make things even harder for Arin as you shove your hand inside her pussy to add to the pumps you were already giving her asshole. She's on the edge of the table, having to be careful not to fall down. "FUCK. MAKE. ME. CUM," she says, each word becoming more and more of a struggle to come out of her mouth. "Fuck, I'm cumming," she says right after, her nipples fully erected and her body overwhelmed by the anal and vaginal stimulation you give her simultaneously.
Hearing those words makes you increase your speed a lot more, pounding Arin's ass until she squirts and cums all over your hands. You pull out and set your sights on fingering her wet cunt as Arin slides her legs out of the table. "Slap my fucking cunt, yesss," she begs as juices come out of it, and she wants the slapping session to extend into her entire body.
Arin romantically kisses you as she finishes her orgasm. You then turn her body around and place her head, falling out of the table, to fuck her face. "Give me all that cock," she begs as you plow her throat balls deep, and she savors your shaft, letting out loud moans that you can't hear an audible word of. Arin coughs deeper on your cock once you stop your pounding motion, engulfing it with ease. You two spend a couple minutes on this routine, with Arin lasting longer each time you shove your prick deep in her throat, coating your dick full of her spit and creating strings of saliva coming out of your throbbing shaft.
"Fuck that face up," Arin demands as you treat her mouth like a human onahole, reaching under her needy pussy to finger it while your pole is buried deep in her throat. "Yes, gag on that dick, you fucking whore," you tell her. "Fuck yeah!" she answers back.
With Arin still recovering, you grab her body and carry her. She answers immediately by bouncing on your cock while up in the air, showing why it's one of her favorite positions. Her moans are music to your ears as Arin impales herself on your big dick, and you enjoy how easy it is to spank her cheeks. Soon, Arin is kissing you while getting pounded and spanked mid-air.
But you want to pump her harder, dropping to the floor and without pulling out, hammering her pussy upwards as Arin has to hold herself to the edge of the table, getting pounded nonstop down low in her cunt. Your balls slapped onto her cheeks multiple times, turning both of you on even further. "Make those fucking cheeks clap," Arin orders as the pounding continues, only stopping for a couple seconds for you to switch holes and do the same thing but to her already sore ass.
You let Arin twerk on your dick as she made it disappear under her big cheeky butt. You love how she energetically jumps on that dick like an insatiable slut, spanking her cheeks and telling her to go fast, which Arin follows to the degree that your cock slips out of her butthole. Rather than complaining, you just take advantage of it to slide it back in her cunt and be the alpha man, obliterating it once more as your balls go all the way up into hitting her anal entrance with the speed you pump Arin's pussy.
"Let me fucking ride it; I need your fucking cock right now," Arin says as you pause a bit, letting her take control of the ride and impale herself all the way into her cervix. You kiss her and give her already red cheeks a little tap to praise her before she stops, and you two have a clingy and romantic moment filled with kisses, but always with your cock deep inside her.
You push Arin to the top of the table, lying on it while doing so, letting her enjoy a ride while standing tall. "There you go," you say as Arin spreads her legs and settles them on the table, giving long bounces on your dick, going all the way up your tip and then pushing all the way down your balls. "You want to feel this warm, needy pussy?" she asks. "Yes, just like that," you reply. Arin's moans get sexier as she shows her love for riding big dicks. "All the way deep in my pussy," she says while her bounce continues, and you get a perfect view of her hole getting stretched out every time she takes your cock in and out of it.
Arin's moans get louder as she spreads her cheeks. "Look at me taking all this fucking cock all the way in," she brags. "Time for you to use that fucking pussy again," she commands, as you push up it and Arin gets her sex manhandled while mid-air, the loud noise of her clapping cheeks filling the room once more. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK," is all she can say, defenseless as your cock stabs her cunt like nothing, making her skirt wave at each thrust.
"FUCK. FUCK, I WANT ALL OF IT," Arin screams, still mid-air. "Nonstop, nonstop, nonstop, nonstop, nonstop," she starts singing one of her group's hits while giving you an order at the same time. "YEAH. YEAH. YEAH. FUCK. I'M CUMMING." Arin gets destroyed as you show no mercy for her cunt; the more her cheeks clap, the harder you pound her. As soon as you run out of stamina, Arin grinds her pussy on your cock sideways, coating it with her juices, and kisses you to show gratitude for fucking her like a whore.
Arin flips to the opposite side, diving to taste your cock full of her juices from both holes. You get up a bit to watch her marvelous mouth work all the way down your shaft as Arin deepthroats it in full force and makes even louder noises as she keeps coughing on that dick. More deepthroating ensues as you duck her head into your crotch until she gags.
"Is that what you want? To fuck me hard like a dirty little slut?" Arin asks as you choke her, and she fingers herself. "Put it back in my ass, please," she says, lying on the edge of the table as you penetrate her already gaped butthole. "Give me more; destroy my tiny little asshole," she continues as she moans, and you spank her little. "Use that fucking asshole, yeah," she keeps saying. "Choke me," Arin demands as you oblige, while placing your thumb in her mouth.
"Back and forth, switch between my holes," Arin keeps demanding as you take turns between her anus and cunt and tease her before settling for another hard ass-fucking that she loves. "Yes, please, stretch my ass like that. I love it. I love it in my fucking ass. Stuff me up, stuff me up," she tells you. The anal pounding continues, but you surprise her with another switch to her pussy, enjoying the whole back and forth hole-stretching, but truth be told, Arin has a favorite one.
"Please put it back in my fucking ass; I want you to use it," she begs. You go back into her asshole just as she wants, turning her cheeks even redder. "My ass is so fucking wet for you," she keeps talking dirty and praising the wonder of her tiny little stretched anus.
You clap Arin's cheeks against the table as you increase the speed of your anal fucking. "KEEP FUCKING ME, PLEASE!" Arin screams as her asshole gets destroyed. "Harder, harder, yesss!" She pushes you to the edge, demanding the best effort you can bring to fuck that ass, yelling nonstop even as you choke her. Your thobbing cock tingles, and you almost cum at the spot as her clenching butthole smashes it, but you respond, fucking her even harder as she tells you she's ready to cum again.
"FUCK YEAH. USING MY FUCKING HOLE!" Arin gets even louder as she squirts after a long and rough round of anal. You aid her into releasing those juices as you massage her clit, letting a geyser come out of her cunt as Arin gets into a fetal position for you to slap her cheeks once again, her body sliding over the slippery table as you dive to eat both her holes out and then spit on her slutty face.
"Keep going down my fucking clit, daddy," Arin says as you continue to eat her pussy, her skirt fully lifted as you dive under it. More passionate kisses ensue between both of you as Arin puts her long legs over her head, letting you take her in a mating press up her asshole.
"Drop that fucking cock deep inside me; drop it in my ass," Arin tells you as you push it back in her anus. "All the way deep in my fucking asshole, please," she continues, sticking her tongue out. "Shut up, little cunt." You have enough of her slutty antics and shove your fist down her throat, fully topping Arin as she lies over the table.
You go slow and deep, taking a more passionate approach this time. "Keep going, right in my fucking ass," she says as soon as you free her mouth to speak. However, that makes you flip a switch as you start giving her a rough mating press deep in her butt, making her cheeks clap once again. Arin screams as her swollen butthole keeps taking pounding after pounding.
You move sideways, anally pounding Arin in spooning this time, your balls hitting her cunt while she fingers her clit. "Oh God, fuck," she moans as you grab her right thigh and stretch her asshole. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," she repeats. "I told you to shut up," you say, placing your left hand over her mouth.
Arin is so overwhelmed she starts mixing up languages: "Me encanta the way you fuck my culo, papí," she says right after you go back to choking her. Your balls hit perfectly into her cheeks, making her moan softly. "Ram that fucking ass," she begs, but you have different plans, going back to her pussy as soon as she says those words.
Arin gets softer. "You treat me so well, Daddy," she says as you stretch her pussy out, her eyes flowing with tears of joy. "I love how you use both my fucking holes, Daddy," she continues. You two grow more passionate as you kiss Arin's mouth and neck while never stopping fucking her tight sex. "Keep going, daddy; put that cock deep in my fucking holes," Arin says.
"Slap my fucking titties," Arin demands, wanting to get used like a toy. You follow, hitting her boobs right at her throbbing nipples. Arin laughs as you duck under to suck her tits while still pounding her cunt nonstop, before surprising her and putting her back under a mating press that makes her body slide onde again.
"Fuck, it's so deep inside me," Arin moans as you keep attacking her pussy while up in the air, submitting her to a deep pounding that makes her cheeks jiggle on top of the table as your hips clash hard against them. "AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! FUCKKKKK! FUCKKKKK! FUCKKKKK!" Arin yells as her pussy clenches all over your cock. You could breed her at the spot, but you hold that urge, pulling her out so Arin can taste her wet juices.
"Fuck my little dirty mouth," Arin begs as your cock approaches her face, pounding her as if you had never left her pussy. "Ahhh, yes, use my face like that," Arin says as you finish, getting number after over 30 minutes of animalesque pounding. And you keep using her face, placing it on the edge of the table, and plowing her throat while lifting her skirt to get the perfect view of her amazing ass.
At this point, Arin just wants to be a fleshlight. "AHHHH YESSS!" she gleefully screams once you shove your balls deep in her mouth. You push her to the other side of the table, taking a peek under her skirt to finger her pussy while fucking her face, amazed that her specs still haven't fallen off even with her head upside down. Arin bobs her head to meet your thursts as you slow down a bit to massage her cunt. "Holy fuck," you say as she shakes her head all over that meat despite facing down the floor, letting her face fuck your cock instead of fucking her face yourself.
"I want to sit on that cock, daddy," Arin demands. You pick one of the chairs around the table and sit on it, letting Arin slide your cock in her sore asshole, this time in reverse cowgirl, with one of her legs in the chair and another on the floor, giving you an amazing ride. "Daddy still likes to fuck me in the ass like that?" she asks.
Arin puts both legs on your thighs and gives you an amazing anal ride. The more you stretch her out, the more she wants. "Look at this cock so deep in my fucking asshole," Arin brags about her skills, fully impaling her sore anus into that big cock. "Do you like the way it feels in my ass, Daddy?" Arin asks as she keeps talking dirty. "Look how I sit on this cock all the way down in my ass," she continues.
Arin spreads her legs and lets her cheeks clap as she rides your cock, fingerging herself as she increases the pace of her ride. You grab her by the neck, and her butthole clenches even further. "I want to cum with your cock deep in my asshole," Arin says as she continues to bounce, reaching her orgasm shortly after. "Oh, I fucking love it," she says as she stops, giving you free reign to finger her clit and make it squirt nonstop as her legs close and she climaxes.
"Please cum on my face; drop that jizz all over my little, slutty face. I want to feel your warm and hot jizz in my face, Daddy." Arin rests on the table, recovering from her final orgasm. You jerk your cock off on top of her, and soon she gets what she wants as you coat her specs full of sperm before filling the cheeks in her face with your white paint. Arin stays there, admiring your work of art in her now cum-filled face, sticking her tongue out in pleasure.
"You drained your fucking balls so well all over me," Arin says.
"Oh thanks. I have to go; it was nice fucking, I mean, meeting you again," you reply, as you notice it's already past midnight and you still haven't got back from the concert.
"It's fine," Arin says, with one final condition. "As long as you come back tomorrow to fuck my ass again,"
Damn, she's an insatiable anal queen, isn't she?
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Darkbloom ft Arin.
length: 7k words✦
Arin & Male Reader
genres: succubus¡ (or maybe something else) dom¡ Arin, femdom, cum denial, hard sex, bdsm, diabolical breeding (?, blowjob, overstimulation, thriller, horror attempt (?
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Skepticism is a double-edged sword. You learned that in a way that you wouldn't wish even on your worst enemy.
You were always told to take care of your stress, keep it at a healthy level so that it didn't affect other aspects of your life and your physique, but life events weren't exactly working in your favor. Quite the opposite.
Abusive boss at work, parents who do nothing but trample all your achievements and point you out for what you could be but aren't yet, a completely brainless roommate, a landlord who made your life miserable with the rent, and if all that wasn't enough, you were a complete failure in love. Things seemed impossible to get worse, but you were very wrong.
All the accumulated stress began to take its toll on you one by one. The mildest thing was the constant headaches and chest pains, but as the days went by your face began to stain, it wasn't acne, but you had more pimples and blackheads than normal. You didn't worry too much about it, you just bought a few skin care products and the problem went away.
Until anxiety arrived. And for that there were no products you could buy.
It wasn't something pleasant at all, especially considering that they were random episodes when you least expected it. Knots in the pit of your stomach, panic attacks in high-stress situations, a constant layer of nerves wherever you go, lack of appetite, etc. You lived with it every day, but that didn't stop you from staying strong and continuing to fight life with your head held high.
But since there were never enough misfortunes, something happened to you that, in your 22 years of life, had never happened to you. Sleep disorders. They weren't a big deal at first, from 3 nights you could suffer from insomnia in 2, and it wasn't even anything severe, it just delayed your usual bedtime a little, however, everything went downhill very quickly. The insomnia had almost completely disappeared, but now every time you woke up you felt as if an African elephant had walked over you several times. You slept, but you didn't rest. And that led to the damn narcolepsy.
Just like anxiety, it came at the most unexpected times and in the most inopportune situations. You got more than one scolding at work because of that, and your boss, as asshole as always, didn't even bother to try to understand you or find a solution to your problem no matter how much you explained it to him. Of course you never told him that he was part of the problem.
Everything accumulated, and as if living with anxiety problems, headaches, narcolepsy, and poor sleep wasn't enough, strange things began to happen.
One night you went to bed early, it had been an extremely exhausting day and you had a migraine that was going to kill you at any moment. You thought that valerian tea would help you sleep peacefully that night, and surprisingly you were right, but when you woke up in the morning you felt an intense burning on the right side of your body that went from your ribs to the mid of your thigh. You thought it was due to a bad sleeping position, surely the fabric of your pajamas had been making some kind of harmful friction, but when you undressed to take a shower you froze when you realized that what was burning on you was a large mark of red-hot scratch with a little blood seeping from several of the wounds that, you didn't have to be very smart to know were from a hand. You would associate it with something caused by sleepwalking issues, and taking into account your recent history it wouldn’t have surprised you, but those were nail marks. And your nails were neither long, nor sharp.
You were never a believer in paranormal things, you looked for a logical explanation for everything or left it as a mystery, no matter how incredible it was. But with the incident that night, no matter how much you turned it over in your head and discussed it with one of your close friends, you couldn't come to any coherent conclusion. Something had given you that scratch. Something big.
However, being the skeptic that you were, you didn't let that affect your bedtime —which was already screwed up enough. You continued to sleep every night with the same false optimism, thinking that it was only a matter of time before the insomnia and all your sleep problems would disappear. Much to your misfortune, this time you were wrong. And not only that, the worst was yet to come.
One day you couldn't stop tossing and turning in bed, looking for a comfortable position to sleep for about an hour. Finally you were just on your back, with one leg drawn up towards your body, your left arm on your chest and the other on your head. You did your best to relax with breathing exercises, and after a few minutes you fell asleep.
Hours later you woke up with a start, agitated and in a cold sweat. Your chest inflated and deflated as if moments ago something had been cutting off your breath to an almost fatal point. You didn't remember anything at all, you hadn't even had a nightmare as such, everything just went from deep black to sitting in your bed, at 3 in the morning, with the strange feeling that you were being watched. Everything seemed in order, but the aura in the bedroom was heavy, as if you were at a high latitude where oxygen became more difficult to breathe. You looked to the left, towards the door whose lower frame let in the light from your hallway, and then to the right, staring out through the translucent curtains that covered the exit to your balcony. The deep silence was overwhelming even though you were used to it, but the wind began to howl, shaking the branches and leaves of the tree that was right in front of your residential building. It was normal at that time, but it started to blow harder, to the point where you thought the tree was going to fall. Your anxiety attacked the pit of your stomach, and as panic began to take over your body, you heard a feminine laugh in the distance that gave you goosebumps.
Despite being several meters away from your window you could hear it clearly. It was creepy, high pitched and uncontrolled, like those you heard coming from witches in the movies, but she didn't sound like an old, dilapidated and crazy woman, she sounded like a whole and upright young woman. It could have been your suggestion at the time, but you felt as if the echo of laughter was resonating within your walls. You soon realized that wasn't the case, but rather the laughter was getting closer and closer. Until he was inside your room.
The noise came from all directions, from the floor, from the ceiling, from the corners and from the walls. It felt like a powerful sound system installed inside the concrete, playing the unbearable sound over and over again. You desperately covered your ears with your pillow, but the noise was so loud it was useless. You had an uncontrolled urge to cry, but just when a tear was about to run down your cheek everything stopped. Sudden silence, once again.
Distrustful, you slowly removed the pillow from your ears, looking at every corner of your room in case the macabre woman appeared, but nothing happened. Everything was still in deep silence, even the wind had stopped blowing, and when you decided to lie down with your heart still in your throat, something started trying to open your door.
With a scream you turned and stared at the door, the knob was moving violently, and the entire door seemed about to fall out of the frame because of how hard it shook. You looked through the frame below, expecting to see the shadow of whoever was trying to break in, but there was nothing. Whatever it was, it was doing it from inside. You were immersed in a deep dread that led you to hide under your covers like a little child, just waiting for everything to stop. A few seconds passed in which you simply stayed in the fetal position, did breathing exercises to counteract the panic, and clung to your pillow as if it were going to protect you. That thing would come in any second, you were already resigned, but everything stopped. Sepulchral silence.
You didn't want to get out from under the covers, the fear that something was still out there not letting you move. The notion of time became blurry for you, it could have been 10 minutes or an hour until you gathered the courage to peek over the top edge of your blanket. There was nothing in your room, everything was still perfectly in order.
Your phone served as a distraction for a few minutes. You scrolled through every social network non-stop, looking for stimuli that would make you relax and forget about what just happened. However, the funny posts did not make you laugh, the tender things did not move you, and the news did not produce the slightest emotion in you. And even though you were still terrified, your body demanded you sleep again, so you put the phone aside and turned to your natural side, turning your back to the door.
But looking there made your blood run cold. The glass door that led to the balcony, which you locked every night without fail, opened.
You couldn't sleep the rest of the night.
From that day on you decided to finally try to make a change in your life. You had a small savings fund that was going to help you survive for at least a month, so you quit your job. Your parents reproached you for this, but you cut off communication with them in absolutely every way. Two stress sources less. Thanks to that you had several days of peaceful rest. You believed that everything would get better for you, however, you had the feeling that it was already too late.
Everything had disappeared, your anxiety, your stress problems, your insomnia and your narcolepsy, but now there was one last big problem that was the icing on the cake. Sleep paralysis.
Same as always, it started in an almost harmless way. The paralysis lasted less than a minute, nothing comparable to those that followed. It got worse and worse with each day, you heard whispers, voices, shadows where before there was nothing, dark silhouettes that looked at you from outside the balcony, and worst of all, you woke up with random scratches and bruises on parts of your body that you would never have hurt yourself.
That was not an impediment for you to continue living your life normally, it was going too well for the first time in a long time for something that happened only once during the night to ruin it, so you decided to focus on the good part that life offered you. Exercise and good nutrition became part of your daily routine, as well as normal interpersonal relationships. Many toxic friendships that did not bring you anything good were also put aside, and you felt like a fuller human being since then. Your life was going so well that sleep paralysis seemed like a rather small price to pay compared to what you got after overcoming it.
But you remember when I said the worst was yet to come, right? Yeah, yes you do.
The worst night of your life. At that moment you thought it would be the last.
That night you had your valerian tea as you always did, an hour before your bedtime. It had been a productive day for you, in the morning you went to the gym, you came home and then you went out to lunch with a girl you met at one of your training sessions, and when you got home you dedicated yourself to building a Lego set that you had saved for a long time, but you left it halfway because you got distracted and got busy with other things.
When you put on your pajamas and got under the blanket you were more than ready to face whatever you were hallucinating when you woke up in the middle of the night. That had become a habit for you, and you already knew how to get out of it quickly. But this time you noticed strange things again, none of them were especially strange as such, but things that hadn't happened months ago and that were now all coming together. To begin with, the wind was blowing much stronger, just like that traumatic night, and a light drizzle disturbed the previously profound silence that characterized the street where you lived. It was not unpleasant for you, the sound of the drops falling in a certain way contributed to your tranquility and relaxation.
One of the dogs on your street was howling repeatedly, and no matter how much Mrs. Yvonne told him to shut up, he just wouldn't stop. The last time he had done that it was because someone who lived in that house had died, but earlier that day you had greeted Mrs. Yvonne's daughter on the way to the gym and everything seemed in order. The howl could be heard far away and was covered by the sound of the drizzle, so it didn't bother you either. Maybe the booming music just a few apartments away could have been a little annoying, but you could perfectly fall asleep that way. After a while looking at your social networks you were ready to close your eyes, and when you turned to your side you saw something that you wanted to never see again. The damn door was open again, just like that night.
Not wanting to give in to panic, you got out of bed as quickly as you could and closed the door again, but not before taking a look at the long street in front of your balcony. Everything looked as usual, only now the asphalt shone from the reflection of the lights in the puddles that the drizzle was beginning to form. You could see the dog howling at the window of the third floor apartment at the end of the street. You noticed that in his pauses between howling he was looking in your direction. A chill ran down your spine, but you wanted to think it was just a coincidence. You turned to go back to your bed, but first you looked at the Eiffel Tower behind the Paris buildings, hoping that perhaps its light would protect you from the night. How deluded.
As you settled back into your bed you thought about the door, this time trying to fool yourself that it would surely have a logical explanation this time. Maybe this time you did forget, or maybe the wind had shaken it in such a way that the lock came out of place. Whatever it was, you weren't about to ruin your night, so you just turned your back on the balcony, hugged your second pillow and closed your eyes.
You opened your eyes and you were in the most terrifying, atrocious and colossally brutal place you could imagine. The glare of the gurgling river of lava just meters from your feet blinded you and prevented you from seeing the entire scene. You took a few hasty steps backwards, tripping over a rock that made you fall on your butt to the ground, the dark, hot reddish sand staining your hands. When your eyes got used to that light you felt like your soul was leaving your body. Hundreds of people of all ages and ethnicities, chained one behind the other by rusty metal hooks stuck in their empty eye sockets, slowly walking along the river of lava that stretched from up the hill, winding through large rocks of all shapes, most of them with sharp peaks and whose foundations fell off to fall into the lava with big splashes.
The line of people moved forward at slow, tortuous steps, their decomposed and burned bodies somehow still standing. Their feet were scorched up to the fibula thanks to the lava, and their hands were cut off so that they couldn't remove the hooks from where there used to be eyes. But they still had a mouth with which to scream in deep agony and suffering, in a way so heartbreaking that it penetrated your bones and managed to convey to you what they felt. You wanted to look where they were going, but your stupor didn't let you take your eyes off what was watching those people.
Humanoid-looking figures, as tall as a four-story building, with spindly limbs and glossy skin as black as the night itself. They were not wearing any clothes, so their thin, almost bony physique was completely exposed. They also had no facial features, just slight depressions where their eyes should be and a line that ran from their chin to the middle of their neck. Their heads were completely bald, and the fingers of their hands were long and pointed, reminding you of the legs of a spider. They did not interfere in any way with those condemned to torture, they only limited themselves to watching while they prowled around in an apparently intelligent manner. Detailing them, you realized that they did not walk, they floated just centimeters off the ground. All looked exactly the same, some flew away into the air and disappeared in the smoke, others stayed to watch with interest what was happening there.
You looked away for a second, and as you looked further the river became thinner and thinner and the rocks much bigger, now looking more like small mountains. Behind them, a flaming lava fall that came from so high the smoke prevented you from seeing the origin. It was like a huge hellish cave with no roof, a cave in which you were trapped with those things.
You tried to run, but when you tried to turn around, something kept you pinned in place. You didn't feel anything touching you, it was as if your entire body was inside an intangible prison that made your paralyzed muscles vibrate and feel outside that plane. You would soon discover the horrible reason. One of those things was facing your direction. No, in fact it was looking at you. The thing had no eyes, but you knew it, you knew that you had attracted its attention. Not exactly for the better.
You were terrified, you wanted with all your might for that horrible nightmare to end. The humanoid thing, however, had other plans. If it had any plan. The vibrating feeling in your body disappeared, that was a good thing. But you no longer felt your body at all. The next thing you knew, you were levitating very slowly away from the ground, and that damn thing was coming towards you. It wasn't until it was in front of you and you were level with its non-existent face that you really realized the colossal magnitude of that thing. Its head was easily larger than your entire entire body.
You levitated in the air in front of the thing for a few seconds that felt like hours. You didn't know for sure if looking at the slits that it had instead of eyes was the right thing to do, but you couldn't do anything else, in fear even your eyes were paralyzed.
After a while of just floating you started moving again, this time forward. The line that ran down to its neck, which from that distance you noticed looked like a stitched scar with hundreds of small interlocking stitches, opened wide to either side. There was nothing inside, and that was the scary thing. It was pure black in there, not a hint of shadow, or light, or anything. Pure emptiness that you didn't know why, but you had the feeling that it wasn't emptiness itself. There was something in there, something that perhaps escaped your understanding as well as that of the human being.
You floated slowly in there, unable to scream or move a single muscle. Your limbs disappeared into nothingness, and the only thing your peripheral vision saw was pure black. The sound was completely suppressed, similar to when you went underwater. And when you noticed the scar closing behind you, you woke up with such a start that your chest hurt.
You tried to scream with all your might, but nothing came out of your mouth. You also tried to move without any success. Another damn sleep paralysis. You closed your eyes, already used to the sensation and knowing how to get out. However, no matter how much you closed your eyes, the paralysis did not go away. Resigned, you opened your eyes again, thinking that maybe it was a matter of time, but looking around your room you realized that something was not right.
A shadow in the upper corner of your room. It shouldn't be there, there was absolutely nothing to project it, much less when your entire room was dark and the only light in it came from outside. You stared in that direction, and then you heard that damn laugh again, only this time it was within your four walls. It came from the darkness.
You were coming from a horrifying nightmare worthy of the most disturbing horror movies, the last thing you needed to hear that maniacal laugh again. The shadow seemed to pulsate with a life of its own with each laugh, and spread in all directions until it broke away from the corner. A speck of pure blackness floated slowly through your room, and after a few turns around each corner, it came down to you. You shouldn't have, but you felt weight on your body. Not the typical feeling that there was something on top of you like in all sleep paralysis. No, there was something on top of you.
The darkness had materialized into a physical object. More specifically a person, who was straddling you and who you could see. She was a woman, but not just any woman, possibly one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your entire life. She looked dark due to the lack of light, yet you could make out a faint shine in the dark brown hair that passed behind her ears and fell free down her back. You would have been somewhat turned on by the fact that she had two pretty small breasts exposed, if it weren't for the two enormous horns protruding from either side of her head, curving back and then forward in a hooked shape. Her horns weren't the only thing different about her, so was the strange artificial fabric that seemed to cover every part of her body except for her torso, neck, crotch, and apparently her buttocks. Detailing it, you realized that it looked exactly like the skin of those things in your nightmare, and that it was part of her body, not some kind of suit. A symbiotic relationship between woman and... something.
Dread invaded your body again.
"What's wrong, little boy?" the woman asked with a giggle that you knew more than well. She leaned forward, and you delved into her delicate, princely features. Completely contrasting with the two shiny black irises in her eyes, "Oh... right, you can't talk," her voice sounded like any girl's, even sweet.
She raised a hand and brought a long, sharp nail to your mouth. The nail didn't touch you, but it seemed to tear something in the air around your lips. You were finally able to scream in terror.
"What are you?!! What's going on?!!" you whimpered, trying to move even a single muscle in vain.
"You humans are too stupid to understand," she leaned in even closer, her breasts now pressed against your chest, her face inches from yours, "But I think you saw something very similar to me in that nightmare of yours," Her smile gave you chills. She didn't have teeth, she had blades.
"A-are you one of those things?!"
"See? You're too much of an idiot," she remarked, "I'm one of those things... but at the same time I'm not. If I were, you'd already be dead inside the void."
"The w-...what?"
"In your nightmare one of my kind swallowed you, right? Inside you cease to exist. Your body leaves the physical plane, and your soul is sent into nothingness. Nothing pleasant of course. But luckily for you..." she pressed her nail in the middle of your chest and moved down past your navel, tearing your t-shirt along the way, "I'm not here to do that."
"Please leave me alone... I haven't hurt anyone! I'm a good person!!" Despair grew more and more inside you, and with it, fear.
"I don't care if you're a good person or a bad person," she laughed again, "I just care about what's right here..." her hand moved down to your crotch to cup it against your cock.
"Don't touch me, god, please don't," you wanted to cry, but your eyes didn't even produce tears, "Don't hurt me!"
"Aw..." she straightened, "but I'm not going to hurt you! At least... not too much," her macabre smile spread from ear to ear, and her eyes looked at you before she transformed back into a shadow
The speck of darkness, smaller and more concentrated this time, fluttered throughout your entire body. You tried to follow her with your eyes, but the only thing you saw was how all your clothes were torn to pieces by what you knew were her nails. Once again you tried to scream, but nothing. When you were practically naked she materialized again on top of you, and your body began to burn everywhere. When you looked at yourself you noticed that your entire body was scratched and red hot, some wounds were even bleeding a bit.
"Stop trying to yell, you're annoying," she rolled her eyes, "and don't make me stop you from talking again."
"What are you going to do with me?! Why me?!"
"Because you used to be a little ball of negative emotions... you lured me here. And there's no turning back, not until you give me your darkbloom seed," you didn't have to be a genius to understand what she meant by that.
"But I'm not one of yours!!"
"I know. But I'm not looking to create one of my own..." her devilish smile terrified you again. On the other hand, you weren't completely in control of your body, and her thighs even covered in that fabric felt pleasant on either side of your hip, "You wouldn't understand. You're a stupid, primitive human."
"Y-You're not a demon, aren't you?"
"Demons don't exist, fool. Stop asking questions, you wouldn't want your little brain to explode with information it can't understand... wouldn't you?" She brought her hand closer to your cock, you feared thinking she would rip it off, but she just subtly grabbed it and started rubbing it. You hated that it felt good, but you hated more how you went rock hard in a matter of seconds.
She kept moving her hand on your cock, maybe a little too hard, but it felt like any other girl's hand—clearly none of those girls were half of a species unknown to you. At first she did it slowly, and you enjoyed it. In a normal circumstance you would have let out a small moan, but you couldn't produce any sound other than words.
"Just… don't kill me," you pleaded, looking into her eyes. The fear in you didn't go away, but you weren't going to let it control you. It's not like you could do anything anyway, you just didn't want to give in to panic and test the patience of a supernatural being.
"No one said anything about killing you. But I hope your body can withstand what I'll do to it."
The woman got off you and lay down on one side of you, with her head above yours, so that what was on your right were her pair of pretty tits. You didn't know why, but you wanted them in your mouth. She raised a thigh on top of yours, the artificial fabric covering her body feeling soft and warm against your skin. Her body pressed against the side of yours, her pussy—seemingly as normal as her tits—rubbing against your pubic bone.
"Suck my tits. You humans love that, don't you?" she ordered over your head. Her hand gradually moved faster on your hard cock.
"To human women... yes," you believed what you were saying, but those tits and she looked like a human, "I-I can't move anyway."
"I'd let you move and take control. But I don't think you want to suffer the side effects of touching me with your hands," she moved her hand faster, and suddenly you were able to gasp.
"And they are?"
"You could become addicted to me. Dependent on my body. And believe me, you wouldn't want that," was what she said before covering your view with her chest and putting one of her tits in your mouth.
You expected a different taste, maybe a pungent or rotten taste, but it tasted like skin, normal skin. You started moving your tongue and lips. Her chest felt soft, like a small cotton cloud inside your mouth. You still felt a little uncomfortable and strange with what was happening, but when the hand on your cock started to feel that good you had no choice but to give in to your carnal impulses. Now every time she switched from one mound to another inside your mouth you ate it as good as you could, sucking and licking both nipples as if your life depended on it—maybe it did.
"You seem really good at that," you never thought she would moan, but she did, "what else is that mouth good for other than asking questions you don't want to know the answers to?"
Without stopping moving her hand, she sat up and climbed on top of you again. This time she turned her back on you, which she also had uncovered. At that moment the moon came out of the clouds, and illuminated both her "normal" skin and her other skin. One looked beautiful and pale, the other looked smooth and shiny despite being a deep black. Just like those damn things in your nightmare. Her hair looked normal too, a deep brown and with a shine that looked like hair gel, but you couldn't be sure. Anyway, you stopped seeing both her back and her hair, as she leaned back until her unexpectedly beautiful ass was planted against your face.
Her pair of thighs pressed on either side of your head, as you felt them you realized that the closest thing to what that second skin felt like was the tightest latex. But it wasn't latex, there were no seams or edges anywhere, both skins fused together naturally. Of course that wasn't the important thing at the time. Your face was buried between her ass cheeks, and your mouth met a very dangerously delicious pussy.
You were going to put your mouth in motion, but you felt a tingling in your lower abdomen. She had not stopped moving her hand for a single second, she moved it in a frantic and tireless manner. You were about to explode, and just as you were going to release your load—or your darkbloom seed, as she called it—she stopped. Now you could scream and complain, but it was no use being smothered against tender, warm flesh. You couldn't squirm in protest either. It was a desperate feeling.
"Stop complaining and eat, you damn scum, eat!" it could have been a figment of your imagination, but you almost felt her voice distort a little as she said that.
You ate. You ate as well as you could, imagining that she was a normal woman—in a way she was. Passionate kisses, licking, sucking, everything necessary to make her moan more and more, and louder. You wondered if the neighbors would hear any of it through the walls. It was quite late, maybe 3 or 4 in the morning. If so, you were going to get a good scolding later.
In an unexpected act she collapsed forward, and with one hand grabbed your cock to put it in her mouth. You had to make a mental archive, but you were sure it was the best that had ever housed your cock ever. It was a feeling impossible to describe in words, but it made sense for you to attribute it to her simply not being human. She bobbed her head up and down expertly, as if it were the most exciting sport for her. You just ate, tasting the most delicious pussy you had ever felt against your lips.
Her mouth took every inch of your cock without any problem, making it clear that her gag reflex was non-existent. With each pump you felt her nose touch your balls and her chin touch your pubes. You moaned against her pussy, and she moaned even louder. Her thighs pressed on either side of your head tensed, and you felt that if she wanted to, she would have crushed it like a watermelon. She ground her ass against your face, rubbing her extremely wet pussy against your mouth and nose. That didn't make much sense to you, if she wasn't human, how could she secrete fluids?
Your cock vibrated with her moans, and her pussy vibrated with yours. You knew she wasn't going to let you cum unless she did first, so you doubled your efforts. These paid off faster than you expected, as she seemed to orgasm with a ragged, uncontrolled scream that made her pull your cock out of her mouth.
"Oh yes! YES!" Once again, her voice seemed to distort as she screamed and writhed on your face, but you were no longer sure if it was your imagination, "now you let me see that seed!"
She didn't reintroduce your cock into her mouth, but rather she went back to what she was originally doing. She grabbed your cock with both hands, and she started moving them aggressively up and down. Without any care or kindness. It hurt you a little the way she did it, but apparently that point of ecstasy brought her to a state where she didn't care about you—she never did in fact—but about her own pleasure and desires. You didn't mind this at all, you were already too close, and this time it really seemed like your lucky moment.
Her thin hands rubbed your cock up and down so hard and fast that you felt like it was going to catch on fire any second. You let out a loud muffled moan against her pussy, and in the midst of rapid movements of her wrist you came.
"That's it, give it to me!" She grunted as you shot jets of hot cum into the air, and then she squeezed your balls so hard that you screamed in pain, "More, give me more!"
She didn't stop moving one of her hands, nor did she slow down even though you kept shooting cum everywhere. The overstimulation and the grip on your balls continued to bring uncontrolled screams from your throat. Your cock ached, and you didn't think it was possible, but as soon as you stopped cumming, less than five seconds passed until you had another spike of pleasure. More cum shot everywhere, more screams of pain.
"So hot, so thick… so delicious!" This time you confirmed that, indeed, her voice did distort when she felt sexual arousal.
You were starting to feel too much pain, but she stopped right then and got off of you. When you saw her she was all covered in your cum, from her face to her tits and her abdomen. You also noticed that she had eaten some, as it was between her lips. Her dilated eyes seemed to have a glow coming from within, a sparkling white glow.
"Now you're going to give me your seed..." her tone of voice was normal again, but it sounded menacing and malevolent, "you're going to fill me with that magnificent piece of meat, and you're going to make my dark womb awaken."
"I don't want to put anything inside you… just leave me alone," it wasn't unusual to say that you felt drained during sex, but this time you felt literally drained of your vitality. You even felt dizzy.
"YOU DON'T CHOOSE THAT!" she screamed again with her voice distorted, so much that it didn't sound like her. Then she swiped your cheek with her nails, which sharpness you felt piercing your skin. As you felt the liquid run down your cheek you knew you were bleeding, and not a little.
Dread took over you again, and you began to hyperventilate.
She straddled you and then planted both feet on the mattress, adopting a squat form. She then took your still sore cock in one hand and started to stroke it until in some mysterious way it was hard again. She looked into your eyes, and after putting your cock straight, she impaled herself completely on it. She let out a squeak in her throat and threw her head back.
If her mouth felt good, her pussy felt like a transcendental experience for you. It was a mixture of overwhelming sensations, it felt wet, extremely soft, and extremely tight. You felt it throb around your shaft, producing tickling sensations that made you shudder. It would have felt better if it weren't for the fact that your cock felt like it was going to melt and you felt on the verge of throwing up and passing out.
Of course she wouldn't be nice to you at first, she started jumping on your cock with all the strength she had. You felt her ass bump against you so aggressively that you thought she was going to split you open. It felt wonderful, your cock sliding in and out of an unearthly pussy entirely, the non-existent friction making you moan with what little energy you had left. She dug her nails from each hand into your ribs, and you whimpered in pain. She didn't dig those blades deep, but enough to make you bleed there too.
"YES YES YES! IT FEELS DELICIOUS, YES!" she moaned between growls of pleasure, jumping on top of your cock again and again.
Your room was filled with violent sounds of flesh hitting flesh. You would have worried about the neighbors—not just your building, the entire street—but you were in the middle of a situation that you felt was close to literally killing you with pleasure. Her tight pussy wouldn't stop throbbing and working wonders on your cock. You also started to feel that her walls were feeling warmer than normal. Hot, not enough to cause burns, but hotter than a normal pussy could be.
Inevitably that led to you cumming again. You felt pleasure, and a lot. But you also felt pain, proportional to the amount of pleasure. A bittersweet feeling that made you want to cry. You shot much more cum into her, and felt her walls squeeze your shaft with the force of a hydraulic press.
"GIVE IT ALL TO ME, MGHHH!!!" distorted voice. This time she terrified you.
She had another orgasm while you filled her with thick liquid, but that didn't stop her. On the contrary, she looked even more excited. She didn't seem to look overstimulated, yet you were dying of pain.
"Stop it, please! It hurts a lot! STOP!!" you pleaded desperately, your jaw tense as well as your teeth. You closed your eyes, hoping that everything was just another horrible nightmare and that it would be over. This one didn't.
"SHUT UP, YOU PIECE OF SCUM, YOU'RE MINE!!" The distorted and terrifying voice not only echoed in your ears, but also the walls of your room. Just like that night.
In the blink of an eye she turned into a ball of shadow again, and in a matter of milliseconds she was now bouncing on your cock but with her back turned to you. Now you could see her beautiful ass bounce against your pubes and your cock continually appear and disappear between her butt cheeks. She knew it was going to turn you on. The bitch knew it, and that penetrated your bones with anger.
Her nails dug in again, but now in your calves. Same thing, you felt the burning of her tips digging in. You began to feel pleasure and the tingling in your lower abdomen again. You were close, but you also started to feel terribly bad, as if you had caught a sudden fever that made your body ache all over. Your head hurt too, and your eyes felt heavy. You were fainting.
"GIVE ME MORE!!" With that last evil scream from her you came.
The last thing you saw was your cum spilling between her folds and staining all over your cock. This time she did move slower, and the moment she got up from your cock, her second skin began to crawl with a life of its own to cover her entire body in black. Your cum stayed inside that bodysuit, and your vision went black.
The last thing you heard was that damn maniacal laugh.
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Spren Notes:
Well, this is certainly radically different than anything I've written before lol. I hope I did well and didn't embarrass myself.
#oh my girl smut#smut#kpop smut#smut fanfic#x male reader smut#x male smut#horror smut#arin smut#male reader smut#male reader insert
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The Producer - PART TWO
pairing: arin x male reader/oc
rating: M for Mature
word count: 2685
summary: You learn more about your potential job while also having a run in with someone in need.
As you stood before your uncle's building you couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu.
Just yesterday you had been standing in this very position but with much less information than you currently held. Ironically, you felt more confused now then when you knew nothing. The day you had spent with your Uncle did nothing to help you make a decision. If anything it only confirmed that he was a terrific salesman. And then there was the night you had spent with Jessica. You assumed it meant nothing but that was one hell of a way to get to know each other. The end result of all of this was that you had gotten little to no sleep after you made it back to your motel room. You briefly contemplated merely catching the train back home but fortunately, or unfortunately, your conscious wouldn't let you do it.
So here you were, running on fumes but punctiual nonetheless.
On cue you saw Jessica walking up to the doors from inside. She seemed just as you had saw her yesterday, well, early yesterday. The Jessica you witnessed in the afterhours was an entirely different beast.
"I almost didn't think you'd be on time" she greeted with a teasing smile.
"What can I say, you left a good impression. Besides something tells me you are a fan of punctuality."
"It doesn't hurt."
At first you had thought that Uncle Min and Jessica merely had a good repitoire but you were quickly realising that she could make conversation with anyone. A good talent to have if one was in the people management business. She walked into the building and you followed closely on her heels. Clearly she had a plan set for what was going to happen today and you were merely along for the ride.
"The girls should be on their way," Jessica spoke over her shoulder as we made our way towards the elevator, "We have a pretty wide range from our oldest trainee to the youngest but for the most part they're relatively close."
You merely gave a nod, absorbing the information that she was giving me.
"Before they get here I want to give you a brief rundown. Just enough so you know a little bit about them; I wouldn't want to scare you off before you even accept the job."
You laughed lightly at her words as we entered the elevator, "Don't worry, I'm too impressed to be scared so far. Honestly though, it seems like you're on top of everything, I'm still not sure if I'm even needed."
Jessica looked over at me for a moment as if trying to judge whether I was being sarcastic or not before letting out a small scoff, "Well, I appreciate you saying that. However, like I told you last night there’s a difference between the two positions. We've been at it for four years now and still haven't fully lifted off the ground. I think a new perspective could be just what we need."
She was simply being honest but I couldn't help thinking it was another reminder of the potential pressure you’d be under and how bad it would be if you failed to be the new ingridient that the company needed.
The elevator doors opened with a ding and you followed Jessica the short distance to her office, noting that it was across from where your Uncle had said yours would was. Or rather, where yours would be if you started working there. You took a seat, noting the small pile of folders she had on her desk.
"So how many trainees do you guys have exactly?" you questioned as she sat across from you.
"Fifteen."
"Fifteen?!" you tried to leave the incredulous tone out of your voice, "And the plan is to debut all of them?"
"Well, technically that would be up to you. That’s another reason why we need your perspective. If it were up to me I’d debut all of them in some form or another. When you're in a small company like ours everyone grows pretty close and attached. Especially when you've been through the trenches together."
You could sense the sentinmentality in her words. You were finally beginning to understand why she didn’t want to be in that position. They needed someone with a more objective look at things to make any changes that were needed. Even if that including cutting some of the trainees. That said, the thought of being the guy who comes in and starts cutting loose ends didn't make you feel great either. You decided to move forward rather than dwell on that thought.
"Of course, that's only natural. So you wanted to brief me on them right?"
"Just briefly,," Jessica nodded, seemingly eager to change the subject as well, "I'll start with the youngest."
"Noona!"
Before Jessica could begin, a voice rang out in the hallway. You looked over your shoulder then back to Jessica who simply let out a tired sigh.
"Noona, are you up here – " the owner of the voice stopped short when he entered the doorway and saw the two of you sitting there. It was hard to miss how his demeanor switched from carefree to embarrassed. "Er, uh, Ms. Jung."
“What is it Jinyoung?”
“When the other girls start arriving should I send them to practice room?”
"Yes, please. Thank you, Jinyoung" Jessica forced a smile on her lips, "By the way, this is potentially your future boss. He might be working with us in the near future."
The man's gaze looked back to you before promptly bowing in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I look forward to working with you in the future."
Honestly, it was hard to bite back an amused expression. The whole situation was unfamiliar. You were used to being the one politely bowing to the higher ups in the company. Now here you were in the reverse situation and the man couldn't be that much younger than yourself Still, it'd be rude to simply laugh so you managed to nod my head in response.
"Likewise."
“If that’s all, I have to go over some things with our guest, Jinyoung."
“Right. Of course.” The man gave a curt nod before scurring on his way.
When you turned back to Jessica you could tell she was already reading what was going through your mind.
"Don't give me that look. He's a member of the staff and he's a good kid."
"Oh, I'm sure he is...Noona."
"Don't you start."
You were unable to hold back the amusement this time and despite her annoyed words you could see the hint of a smile on Jessica's lips. For all the teasing you could do though, you didn't doubt her words. After all, she did say they had a family-like vibe in the company. But that didn't mean you were going to let her live it down anytime soon.
“Alright, let’s get started,” Jessica said, pivoting the conversation.
At those words your amusement faded, feeling a sudden sense of anxiety in your gut. One might go as far as to call it nausea. It was all suddenly becoming very real. This wasn’t drinks at the bar or your Uncle casually telling you his grand designs. This was holding the future of strangers you had never met in your hands. One thought ran through your mind: Oh fuck.
Suddenly feeling nauses you needed to get out of there. "Before we begin I need to use the bathroom."
"Alright,” there was only a slight hint of annoyance in her voice, “it's right down the hall."
You quickly learned that you and Jessica had vastly different ideas of what right down the hall meant. Especially as right around the corner soon turned into you wandering the building. At least your nauseous feeling had subsided somewhat if nothing else. When you spotted a young woman you quickly approached her in hopes of gettimg some kind of direction.
"Hi, do you work here?"
Stupid question. This wasn't the grocery store. If she was in the building then she must work there. From looking at her she clearly looked like she could be another one of Jessica's interns. What you failed to miss among the startled expression was the flush that crept up her neck and colored her cheeks, or the way her thighs fidgeted together anxiously.
"O-oh, um, y-yes. Yes…" she fumbled out.
You assumed it was just a reaction suddenly having a stranger appear in front of her. "Great, can you show me where the bathroom is?"
"It's right down the hall," she pointed.
"Believe it or not that's thw second time I've been told that," you rubbed the back of your head. "Do you mind taking me there?"
The girl was silent for a moment, biting her bottom lip as she looked away from you. You raised your eyebrow in curiosity, wondering what was going on.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" she blurted out. "It's this way!"
The dark-haired girl abruptly turned on her heels and began to lead you to your destination. You silently followed, your mind drifting to everything Jessica had told you thus far. Soon you'd learn about the girls and then you'd have to make a definitive choice on whether you wanted to take on this project or not. Jessica clearly seemed to think she was capable onconvincing you. But you told yourself it'd take more than good sex to change your mind.
"Here we are," the girl's voice broke your thoughts.
"Thanks."
You intended to walk past her and then likely never see the girl again only to have her suddenly grab your shirt. Her breathing was heavy as she clutched at the fabric. For the first time you noticed the red flush to her cheeks. Did she have a fever?! Was she going to pass out? How was this happening on your first day already? You gripped her elbow to help her keep her balance, concern etched across her features.
“Hey, are you okay?” you asked
She looked up at her, wavy hair framing her pristine features. When she opened her mouth the sound you heard was not the response you were expecting. The sound she made was a moan. It was high-pitched and needy and undeniably a moan of pleasure. You looked bewildered for a moment, briefly wondering just what the hell was happening as the girl pressed her body close to yours. It was only then you noticed her nipples poking against the cotton fabric of her shirt.
“Can you touch me?”
“What?!”
In response, the dark-haired beauty let go of your shirt to grip one of your hands and moved it to her breast. You were able to palm it easily, feeling the stiffened nub beneath your hand. At the contact she let out another moan. For as confused as you were to have this girl begging for your touch and writhing against you, you couldn’t deny the natural reaction your body was having. Your cock was beginning to stir beneath your slacks and becoming painfully obvious. Especially when you were this close.
“I just need…” she trailed off, pressing her body against yours.
She found purchase on your knee, rubbing herself against it as if she was riding your cock. If it weren’t for your utter confusion at what was happening you might have pinned her against the wall and had your way with her. As it stood you didn’t even know her name. Settling for being her tool for getting off was going to have to be enough for now. Still, that didn’t mean you had to be a passive participant. You angled you thigh better, fitting it between her thighs and pressing more fully against her crotch.
“Are you getting off on this? Rubbing yourself up against a stranger at work?” you taunted her.
“Nngh ~ ” She swallowed another moan, panting heavily as she pressed herself harder against you.
“I bet that friction feels good doesn’t it? Did you soak through your panties already?”
“Mmm ~ “
She buried her face into your chest, a muffled approval confirming from her in response as she nodded her head. Despite her seeming embarrassment, her actions were no less desperate. She gripped your shirt tighter, leveraging herself against you as she continued to hump your thigh, a certain desperation in her movements. You weren’t exactly sure what had come over her. Hell, you didn’t know what had come over you! But the angelic whimper that fell from her lips was enough to not make you question it any further for now.
“Are you going to cum?” you teased, pinching her perky nipples. “Are you going to cum for me?”
“Mmphf!!”
When her orgasm finally hit, it was a silent orgasm. She bit her bottom lip, stuffing her face into your chest as her body shook. Somehow she made an inherently sexual act seem precious. When it was over you retracted your hand from her breast, holding her elbow until she wasable to stand straight. The snap back to reality was almost instant. Her face flushed a crimson red as she stepped back.
“I– I’m so sorry,” she blurted out.
Before you could even ask her name she was quickly gone from sight. Leaving you with a rather uncomfortable erection.
“...What the hell just happened?”
By the time you made it back to Jessica she had a tired expression on her face.
“Did you get lost?”
“You could say that.”
She gave you a curious look but didn’t say press the issue further. “Well, sit down. You took so long we have to go through this quickly. I’ll start with the youngest.“
Jessica began giving you a brief summary of each trainee from their name to their core strengths. It was informative and and for the first time in two days it felt like this was an actual job. She had clearly put in a lot of work but you’d get a better feel for the girls once you met them in person. After all, they all sounded great on paper but anyone could make a resume sound good on paper.
“Wait,” you suddenly snapped out of your thoughts. “Who is that?”
Jessica looked at the current file. “Yewon?”
“Yewon…She’s a trainee here?”
“Yes? She joined us shortly after we started auditions so she’s been with us a few years now.”
The lump in your throat grew larger as you stared at the picture on file. There was no denying it: that was the same face of the girl who had been riding your thigh some thirty minutes ago.
“Oh…”
Meanwhile…
Yewon stumbled into the practice room, closing the door behind her. She was panting and out of breath, her cheeks flushed with color. Partially because she was out of breath from practically sprinting away from the stranger and partially because of the toy that was still going off inside of her. Immediately she was accosted by one of her fellow trainees. Specifically a blonde named Yunjin.
“Oh my god!” Yunjin exclaimed, a smile of disbelief on her features. “Unnie, you actually did it.”
“Turn it off already!” she whined in response.
Ignorant to her fellow trainee’s despair, Yunjin pressed on, “Did you have an orgasm?”
“Yunjin, please!”
“Alright, alright!”
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this...”
The blonde quickly reached into the pocket of her sweatpants, pulling out her phone to open the app that was currently causing the older girl torture. Meanwhile, a dark-haired, well-endowed trainee was getting everyone elses attention at the far end of the practice room.
“Everyone! If you missed the announcement, we are meeting the new CEO today,” Eunbi said to the girls gathered before her. “Let’s leave a good impression, alright?”
“I heard Jinyoung say he hasn’t accepted the offer yet,” another girl chimed in. When she looked up and realized she was getting a death stare from Eunbi she shrugged defensively. “What? I’m just saying what I heard.”
“Thank you, Jiwon, but either way we should do our best. Let’s make sure nothing goes wrong.”
After all, what could possibly go wrong.
authors note: part two done! part three is the last part of the ‘prologue’ of sorts and then it will start to be more episodic chapter updates. i finished this chapter a while ago so i thought i’d finally release it. i’m currently taking a break from writing but i hope you’re all doing well! i also might be moving things to a new blog as this is a side-blog which limits my ability to follow and such but tbd.
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Sunburnt
Arin X Male Reader
Arin isn’t the shyest girl. But when you see her on all fours in the sand, she’s downright provocative. She keeps her back arched as she looks for something in her beach bag, wiggling her hips so subtly that it’s obviously done on purpose. She’s begging for you to point it out.
“You just love showing that cute butt, don’t you?”
“What if I do?” She answers right away, smirking.
“I think I like it.”
“I know,” she says, shaking her hips some more. “It doesn’t hurt to give the others a little peek—”
Arin stops searching the bag for an instant, turns around and gives you an unexpectedly intense stare.
“—because you know you’re the only one who gets to pound that ass when you fuck my tight little pussy. Don’t you?”
“Jesus, Arin. Don’t say this type of thing out loud.”
“Then don’t provoke me, idiot.”
Distracted by her shameless behavior, you barely manage to catch the bottle of sunscreen she throws at you.
Arin giggles, then lays down comfortably on her beach towel, and does a quite feminine, order-like motion with her head—indicating you to come closer.
“Come on. Sunscreen’s not gonna apply by itself. Instead of making comments about my cute butt, make yourself useful and protect it.”
“Alright ma’am,” you say ironically.
Despite her brattiness, you can’t refuse the chance to spray sunscreen on every part of her gorgeous body, sculpted by genes and her healthy lifestyle. No matter where your hands lay to spread it out, her milky white skin is deliciously delicate.
But of all her body, nothing can match the feeling of her soft flesh rippling under your fingers when you tighten up around her thighs, drifting up all the way to her asscheeks. You take a nice look at each mound of flesh, spray a little more sunscreen on both of them, then dig your fingers in them, giving Arin a proper massage-like motion as you apply the final bit of sunscreen and leave her butt looking shiny and creamy.
“Hmm,” she moans, “Perhaps you’re not only good at looking at my butt. You’re also pretty good at handling it.”
You give a tight smack to her left asscheek as retribution for her naughty ideas, which she answers with the cutest “Ouch!” you’ve ever heard.
“And you want to pretend I’m the one provoking? Come on, let’s go swimming instead of playing diva on the beach.”
You race to the sea and enjoy each other’s company for a moment. But quickly, things turn quite sexual again. Arin keeps teasing you like she knows how to—she reminds you how good it feels to be all wet, how unbelievably hot the weather is, and occasionally rubs her body against yours, so much you can barely contain your growing boner, which seems to amuse her even more.
It’s only natural that after all that teasing, Arin drags you out of the water and pulls you toward the edge of the beach. There, you find a row of wooden cabins with showers inside, and Arin takes you inside one of them.
“I want you,” she says as she closes the door and instantly pushes her body against yours.
“Turn on the shower,” you huff, “It’ll make some noise to cover up for us.”
“What if I want people to hear me moan?” she says, diving in for your neck and covering it in kisses.
“Then you’ll have to be loud,” you answer as you somehow manage to turn on the water with Arin clinging onto your chest.
Arin’s hands drift down to your crotch, and make quick work of removing your swimming shorts. Your cock springs out of them, and is welcomed by Arin’s soft fingers stroking it lightly. “You’re already so hard for me, baby.”
“You just won’t stop talking, will you?” You ask, knowing damn well you can not keep this naughty girl quiet.
“Not unless you keep my mouth busy.”
“I should be able to do that.”
You bend forward for a gentle kiss, which turns into a passionate, heated one when you send one hand to grope on Arin’s perky breast. She removes her bikini and pulls away from the kiss, then turns around.
Push her against the wall and Arin spreads her ass open, allowing you to witness a perfect display of her slick pussy.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me.”
You cannot resist the invitation, and stick your cock against the entry of her pink folds.
“Oh god…” Arin exhales when your cock gradually slips inside her wet core. “That’s it. You feel so good inside me.”
Arin’s bubble butt goes down on your length, until it completely swallows your cock, buried inside her comforting heat. No doubt, Arin’s pussy is the place where your cock belongs.
“Do you like my pussy, baby?”
Her inner walls feel exquisite when they wrap around your thickness. You give in to a slow, long thrust and growl in appreciation before answering, “I love it. I love you, Arin.”
“I love you too… Especially when you fuck me hard.”
Slow motions turn into faster ones, and the wet skin slapping gradually grows louder, more intense for every hip thrust you send into Arin’s butt. Each time your cock reaches the bottom of her pussy, Arin can’t resist the urge to moan intensely, and more dirty talk follows.
“Shit! My tits are so bouncy when you fuck me like that.”
A loud clap echoes in the cabin when you suddenly slap Arin’s ass, who squeals in response.
“If only you could see the way your ass ripples when I fucking pound you.”
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me! Fuck m—”
Her screams getting out of control, your hand goes to Arin’s mouth and seals it up, preventing any louder sounds to escape. With your free hand, you give another strong smack to her buttcheek, which gives rise to another generous moan muffled in her throat as you completely shut her mouth.
Her breath gets staggered and you can sense her jaw tensing up, just as an enormous, ready-to-burst bubble settles in your lower abs. But something isn’t right.
With your last bit of clarity, you abruptly pull out of Arin’s cunt and take a deep, raspy breath to regain control.
“Wh— Why did you stop?” she cries, “I was—”
Grab Arin’s shoulder and spin her around, suddenly coming face to face with her. The natural beauty of her face is flawless even this close, but it doesn’t phase you. In a smooth motion, both of your hands find their way to Arin’s butt again.
“I like your ass, but I want to see you when I cum inside that pussy.”
Flustered, her cheeks flush like the scarlet skin of her ass, and you can sense her pulse getting faster just by the touch of her body.
“Grab my shoulders and hold tight,” you order.
Your fingers sink in Arin’s butt flesh like butter, and you tighten your grip as you lift her up. Arin’s legs rise, and she wraps them around your waist, locking herself against you and perfectly lining up your cock with her cunt’s opening. In a single motion, your shaft slips back inside of her.
Each part of your cock gets kissed by her velvet walls. You can feel Arin’s hips swaying to welcome all of your length inside of her, begging you to reach her deepest, most sensitive spots. Holding her gaze, you feel a switch flipping. Like you went from fucking to making love, and absolutely lose your mind in it.
“I’m close…” Arin whispers with exquisite vulnerability, “I want to cum with you, baby. Let’s cum together.”
The pleasure sparks in her eyes as she tightens her hold around your shoulders, allowing you to ram your cock insider her even harder. Arin suffers your ruthless rhythm and takes a glance down to witness your engorged shaft destroying her insides, but she locks eyes with you again almost instantly.
With those lustful, delirious eyes staring into your soul, you can only barely utter, “Shit, I’m… I’m—”, before Arin leans in and steals a ferocious kiss off your lips.
Her pussy clenches as you explode inside her, pouring cum deep inside her welcoming hole. Your simultaneous climaxes send shockwaves of pleasure through each other’s joined bodies. You make one in that instant.
Soon enough, Arin’s womb is entirely filled with your hot cum, right where it belongs. She lets out a deep, long moan of appreciation with her lips still latched onto yours. Her wet hair sticks against your cheek when she breaks the kiss, but stays close to hear and feel your ragged breath on her neck.
Arin’s thighs are spasming, and your shaky legs can barely hold yourself straight, but you still manage to hold on to each other, keeping your cock entirely stuffed in Arin’s cunt, just to extend the post-orgasming pleasure a little more.
When you eventually pull out, a sweet mix of juices drip out of Arin’s core.
“Fuck,” you utter, “Let’s clean up. We’ve been using this shower for way too long.”
With a devious smile, Arin brings a hand down to her crotch and sweeps a few drops of the leaking juices. She brings the blob of cum to her mouth and displays it on her tongue before swallowing it.
“We taste pretty sweet,” she acknowledges, “What if I cleaned you up down there?”
The way she eyes your half hard cock is almost predatory, but you know controlling her sexual energy is best sometimes. Especially when you are in a public place doing unholy things.
“Stop fooling around, we don’t have time.”
Arin pouts and looks away from your cock. “You’re no fun.”
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When you exit the shower cabin, you're still dazed. A few stares come from strangers across the beach, and you feel a little embarrassed by the unwanted attention.
Arin on the other hand walks proudly, and she latches on your forearm, pulling you closer to her. She takes a glance at her own butt over her shoulder and smiles. “That was really nice, babe. But now my ass is all red… People are going to check me out even more.”
“At least it’s not a sunburn.”
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Caught in your web: Two for one
After a little planning with Sejeong, you managed a way to regain Arin back into your grasp. It all starts with influencing Oh My Girl’s schedule by booking them to the Waterbomb festival. As you are about to depart Sejeong suggests
“Maybe it would be wise to make her jealous with someone else. That is what I have been doing to Doyeon by sending her photos of my creampied pussy and your delicious cock filling my holes. It seems to have gotten her flustered.”
After pondering it over, you reward Sejeong with a quickie as she is about to depart for filming another drama. As she gets into her car with a mess underneath her panties, you devilishly grin at the thought of getting more than one in Oh My Girl.
As you arrive at Waterbomb, you watch Oh My Girl. You almost get hypnotized by Arin’s ass bouncing as you imagine it clapping on your cock. But you need to isolate someone to enact your plan. Then, you see her walking into her and Arin’s dressing room to change stage outfits. You sneak by security and manage to isolate Mimi for over 30 minutes.
“Hmm ohhh please don’t ever stop. Arin is stupid to reject this beast. I’ve never felt so full or creamed this much. Please breed me, I will be your good girl instead of Arin”
“Unnie, where are you? We need to go back and take a group photo and do an encore. We have to perform Dun Dun Dance again and… What are you doing here?!!!”
As you piston inside Mimi’s creamy pussy, Mimi groans as she gushes into another orgasm. As her eyes roll back, you whisper in her ear “Now your precious little maknae is watching you get fucked into submission”
“I don’t care, I am your loyal princess and you own every hole and every part of my body. My slutty little body is only yours” she moans out as she drifts into a light slumber.
Arin is now face to face with you and Mimi’s bodies connected together. As you pull out of Mimi, Arin sees the excessive cream on your cock. She’s flustered as her thighs start to rub together. She doesn’t notice you walk behind her. You whisper “This would not happen if you just listened to Sejeong”
Arin reacts by backing into your body. You slowly start to kiss every part of her body from behind tasting the tanginess of her sweat. She whimpers as you make your way down her jawline and to her pristine neck. She wanted to fight it before, but seeing Mimi seemed to spark something.
She turns around and starts to strip her clothes. Her perky breasts and plump ass are only covered by a see through bra and a skimpy thong that you barely conceals her glorious behind. Hurriedly, she takes off the rest of her clothing hoping to impress you. She gets on her knees on her own accord rather than guiding her last time when you first met her.
As she gives sloppy kisses up and down your shaft, she makes sure to lap up all of Mimi’s sweet cream that coats your cock. To your surprise she deepthroats your entire length with ease and it makes you groan in delight. As you continue to ram her throat, her makeup is ruined, but this is a sign that your relationship is blossoming. You pull her hair and guide her to the couch and let her straddle your lap as she readies herself to ride you. As she lowers down, she whimpers “Ohhh that feels good and full”
Finally, your entire length is inside her and it begins. You start to lose yourself as you relish drilling her into a moaning mess. “Please more, more I’m so close, Daddy let me cum”
Those last words triggered something as you begin to pull out, but her pussy is gripping your length making sure to leave some cream as it is fully out. You flip her around and notice a diamond shaped butt-plug in her ass. You proceed to take it out causing more whimpers. Instead of shoving your cock immediately, you proceed to savor her ass as you give her a rimjob relishing in her sweet flavor. As she tries to get your tongue deeper inside her hole, her pussy continues to drip nectar. She begins to go over the edge, but you prepare to gape her ass. Hastily you insert your cock inside and it causes both of you to moan in delight. Her bountiful ass was much tighter than her pussy and it gave competition to Mimi’s cunt and Sejeong’s holes. Just like how you were hypnotized during their performance, you were in a trance watching each ripple and clap of her ass.
Your balls lightly graze her clit to double the pleasure she is getting. “Daddy I’m going to cum so hard for you. I never want to leave you again. As long you keep fucking me like this everyday, I’ll be yours. I’ll prove that I’m better than Mimi. I’m your good girl, please ruin me”
She slurred her last sentence as she ejected a clear liquid from her pussy as you emptied every last drop into her ass. You left your cock in her, until it became softer and with the last of her energy she cleaned you up and guided you to lie in between her and Mimi. Before you doze off you text Sejeong the good news. Then, you are greeted with a photo of her and Doyeon naked in your bed. “We’re waiting”
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Monday of Appreciation: Part 56
Hello everyone, Smite here!
We are now at a time where a lot of my first fics turn 1 year old. Yay! I think this is a perfect time for an ad, an ad about my new, official AO3 account. Because of Tumblr’s new policy (ew) and for other reasons, I have decided to gradually move my works to AO3 as well.
THIS DOES NOT MEAN that I’ll move away from Tumblr. This will continue to be my main site for the forseable future, so you don’t have to move lmao. My fics will first be posted here and someday to AO3.
Update: Will there be a fic this week? Maybe, probably, but tbh, no clue.
Enough talk about me. After all, this post is dedicated to these amazing writers and wonderful people that are on here WELL DESERVED! Give love to these cuties:
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@withcreamandsugar: Stray ft. Seola
The Isa fic (with the VERY accurate name Feral) was already insane, and this checks the box of heart warming and... other-places warming. I really enjoyed this, easily my favorite Seola character and fuck... I’m craving meat rn lmao
Also: Jazz pog
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@erospandemos: Her little kisses ft. Jiheon (fluff)
This is adorable. For all fluff and Jiheon enjoyers, this is the way. I can feel myself getting warmer reading this siiigh
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@falsesubmission: Kinktober: Spanking ft. Ahn Yujin
M A D L A D! Attempting Kinktober, having a full outline and then choosing an excellent kink for our Puppy? Yep, you’re on the map now! I’m excited to see how it’ll go.
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@capslocked: Vanity ft. Chaewon
I heard someone say that this is perfect in every way. What can I say...
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Damn it, the tease alone is Oscar Worthy, the actual fucking will blow your mind and ahhhhhhh, I can’t get rid of Chaewon, she is just too hot.
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@writerpeach: Classroom Copulation ft. Arin
The man. The myth. The legend. The thing’s Arins ass does to you hehe, we need more MORE M O R E. This is just so good!
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@co-reborn: No Words ft. Tzuyu
I wanted to do some Tzuyu research and what better writer to look for than our adorable C.O. Keep it up, buddy, and you, dear reader, keep your heads up: Something is cumming coming ;)
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What makes my eyes go wide is this:
10,7 followers per day over the last month!
W.O.W, you’ll are amazing!
See you later, byeeee :)
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Roleplaying - Oh My Girl Arin
This is a “sequel” for Penpals
"How've you been?" Daddy's voice rumbles against Arin's back, the two of them settled comfortably in the hot tub. Part 1 of their little tryst was done, and Arin is feeling comfortably stretched, the warm water bringing relief to her sore muscles.
"Good, I’ve been busy with my comeback!"
"Comeback? What do you mean?" Shit, right, he didn't know who she was, of course, about her being an idol. Arin curses herself under the mask.
"Oh, I meant, um, coming back to the office. Now that things are opening up again."
"Oh okay, speaking of comebacks, my new favorite group is doing a comeback!"
"Which one?”
"Oh My Girl!” Arin freezes, before forcing herself to relax against him.
"Oh, I’ve... heard of them, they’re quite popular now.”
"They are!”
"Who’s your favorite member?”
"Their maknae, she’s so cute, Arin? I think.” Arin's heart skips a beat, and so does a shot of arousal, as something very naughty strikes her.
"Really? She's cute?"
"Yeah, she doesn't like to do aegyo, but she's so cute!"
"What about pretty?"
"Hm? I mean of course! She's pretty!"
The actual maknae of Oh My Girl tilts her head back, kissing his jaw.
"What about sexy, do you think she’s sexy?”
"I umm...”
"Show me what she looks like.” Arin asks daringly, dangerously testing if he would recognize her from behind the mask. He reaches for his phone and pulls up a picture of her. Annoyingly he pulls up the tamest ones, and Arin takes the phone from him, adding the word "sexy" to the search term. She finds one that is much more suggestive, her skirt flying up in the air—her safety shorts left nothing to imagination.
"Look at those thighs, that body, don’t tell me you don’t fantasize about her.”
"I don't! I-I wouldn’t!”
"Are you really trying to pretend to be innocent now?” Arin asks witheringly-they’ve always shared every kink, every fantasy.
"Fine, I would.
"Good, let’s roleplay. I’ll be Arin, you can do whatever you want to Oh My Girl’s maknae, Daddy." Her hands sink beneath the water surface—one goes to her own breast, gently squeezing her chest for his benefit. The other goes down between his legs, stroking him, also for his benefit.
"Do you think she's a dom, or a sub?" she whispers sensually into his ear. "Is she going to ride you until you can't get it up anymore?" She grabs his cock firmly, almost painfully. Then she trails a finger tip from head to base, caressing him. "Or is she going to want you take her however you want, fuck her senseless like an animal, absolutely ruin her..." With him definitely rock hard, Arin smiles underneath her mask, kisses his quivering jaw, and gets up slowly, making sure his eyes are glued to her figure as she steps out of the hot tub.
"I'll be waiting." The water trails off her body, and one particularly rivulet seems to disappear between her butt cheeks before reappearing on the cusp of her lower lips. His vision darkens, seeming to zoom in on that droplet. He watches the droplet grow, aided by her slick, and it hits critical mass, detaching from Arin and hitting the floor.
She never makes it to the door.
"Mmm!" Arin's breath is taken away as he slams her against the door, his chest pressing against her back.
"Fuck Mommy, you can't just do that."
Arin is slightly put out that he isn't doing the roleplay yet, but very turned on by his sudden roughness.
"Call me Arin."
"A-Arin?"
"Mmhmm, I want you to fuck Arin, not Mommy." He sucks his breath in, as if still trying to resist his urges, many lewd fantasies suddenly surfacing in his mind. "I'll be whatever you want Arin to be." He stays silent, and Arin eggs him on.
"She looked quite cheeky in those pics, ever want to hot dog her? Here." She reaches for her own butt, raising her hips slightly to make sure his cock is right between her cheeks. Her hands squeeze them together as she moves up and down slightly.
"Looks like a hot dog doesn't it? Go ahead, it needs your dressing." He groans as his shaft slides in between Arin's smooth cheeks, and his own hands join hers, pushing her cheeks together with more pressure. "That's it, keep going, imagine how it'll feel sliding in and out of Arin's pussy."
Soon he is moaning and actively thrusting between her cheeks. His reluctance melts away every time his tip pokes out from her ass, and he announces his limit quickly.
"Fuck Arin, I'm going to cum!"
"That's it Daddy, cum for Arin, cum all over me!" She purrs in satisfaction as his hot cum lands all over her back, in time with the throbbing of his cock between her cheeks. His chin rests on her shoulder, and he breathes heavily into her ear while he recovers, almost using her to stay standing. Without a care his thumbs wipes the cum off her back as he runs his hands up and down her midriff, and he buries his face in her neck, asking her a question.
"Are you sure?"
Arin is mildly surprised at his question, that he still isn't fully into the idea, but from the shakiness of his voice she knows he is barely holding on. His follow up statement though—that gets Arin wet beyond any shower or hot tub could do.
"I kinda like you as you though."
She turns her head and locks him in a kiss, their masks jostling slightly in how fiercely they are suddenly kissing, as if she wanted to plunge her tongue straight down his throat.
"Are you going to give Arin her reward?" Breathlessly she breaks the kiss and asks coquettishly, and finally he gives in.
"How does Arin want her reward?"
"Whatever makes me feel good Daddy," she sighs as he immediately begins planting kisses along her shoulders. He slides down her body, his hands smearing a trail of his earlier cum down her sides. To her surprise he sits down, slipping his head between Arin and the door. With his hands back on her ass, he manipulates her so that she is basically on his face, and Arin ends up half sitting on him and half pinning his face against the door.
"Oh fuck, you eat me so well!" His nose brushes against her clit over and over as Arin rides him, face-fucking him into the door. He tongues her rapidly, tracing laps around her slit before dipping in for a taste, and her juices start to spill down his chin.
The door starts to rattle from Arin's thrusts, and his head is gently knocking against the door every time, but neither of them cared. The whole time his hands have stayed planted on her butt, and as she begins to move more wildly he slips a finger between her cheeks, gently playing with her puckered ring. The sensation drives Arin mad, and when a bit of his finger slips in her shout echoes in the bathroom.
"Ahh oh god!" Arin covers his face in slick, and it spills down his body, covering his front much like he had covered her back. Her knees go weak, and he has to catch her, make sure she doesn't slip. One hand on the door and another hand in his hair, Arin braces herself through her climax, shaking off all the drops of water and slick still on her gorgeous figure. She slowly slides her pussy down his face and body, landing in his lap.
"Did Arin enjoy her reward?" he asks huskily. Face-to-face with him once more, Arin fears for a second that he recognizes her, but then she remembers the masks they always wore, and she reassures herself, using her second mask, her job as Arin the idol, to titillate him further.
"Yes she did, and she can't wait to have more fun with you." She gets up off his lap and leads him to the shower. A quick tantalizing shower later, their impromptu mess is cleaned and Arin wraps herself in a tower and whispers in his ear.
"Get dressed and wait in your room, Arin wants to strip you herself."
Thrilled, Daddy Long Leg stews in his room, turning on the TV but unable to concentrate at all. He puts on and takes off clothes again and again, unable to decide how "dressed" he should be. He keeps his arousal at a bubble point, pulling up some of Arin's racier fancams, letting his imagination run wild. A mere knock pushes his arousal to a boiling point, and when Arin enters the door he is steaming.
She is dressed in a white blouse and a red checkered skirt, the split going right in front, across her body and held up by a belt, like a present to unwrap.
"What are you looking at?" He tries to put his phone away, but Arin is too quick, stealing it from him with a giggle. "Oh, were you watching me? What were you expecting from me?" she asks, teasing him. She pretends to examine the fancam, as if studying the moves, but really, she knew it by heart.
"That show was for my fans, how about a private show for my biggest fan?" Arin drags a chair over and sits in it before pressing play on the fancam. The phone blasts the music in the hotel room, and even though he had just watched the video, it does not compare to the show she is putting on now.
A part of him marvels at how well Mommy Red Cheeks is able to imitate Arin's moves on such short notice—little does he know that she has spent hours practicing, and her body moves with the music on its own. A smaller yet much harder part of him notices far too keenly Arin's lack of safety shorts as she pulls her leg up and over the chair.
The chair slides gratingly across the floor, but neither of them care as Arin mounts him, taking the performance into his lap. A finger tracing the outline of his mask, her hand is almost gentle as she runs it along his cheek, before cupping it and pulling him in for a fevered kiss. His hands find their way to her slim waist and pull her further into him, her skirt riding higher and higher up until her clothed heat touches his pant-shielded length. Arin squirms and grinds against him, her mouth hanging open as she focuses on both the pleasure and the performance—this was a performance done for no one else but themselves.
"Do you want me?" she asks in a low voice.
"Yes, fuck yes..." he rasps back.
"Say my name!"
"I want you so much Arin!" God, the way he says it, it makes Arin's pussy clench on nothingness, she needed him inside her! Shakily her fingers play with his shirt buttons, and he does the same, fumbling with her blouse. He throbs even harder in his pants—even though he had seen Mommy's perky breasts many times, seeing Arin’s curves peeking through the soon-to-be-removed blouse is driving him mad. He unbuckles her belt, and Arin's blouse and skirt are wide open for the taking.
He slips his hands underneath the thin top as Arin slips hers under his undone shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. The performance is all but forgotten by the both of them, and it is timely as the fancam has finished—time to move on to the real show.
"Strip me..." Daddy follows her command eagerly, almost ripping her blouse as he tears it off her lithe figure, flinging it to his bed. He tugs on the skirt, but it is not so easy to remove. Laughing slightly Arin gets off him, putting on a show as she pulls down on the hidden side zipper, and the skirt falls from her body.
"Your turn." Playfully Arin reaches for his pants, undoing them quickly and pulling it clean off, along with his boxers. Daddy's shirt joins Arin's blouse, forgotten somewhere on the bed behind them.
"So, how do you think Arin fucks?" she asks.
"That sounds so wrong..." He can't suppress his moan when Arin kneels between his legs, taking his cock in her hands.
"You're right, how do you imagine Arin fucks? Maybe she likes to suck it first, get it nice and sloppy?" Teasing him, Arin let’s his cock slip out of her mouth, and it slaps against her cheek wetly. When she puts it back in his fingers dig into her hair, pushing her mouth further down on his shaft. She keeps at it, bobbing her head up and down. She wanted to ask him if he thinks Arin would be this skilled with her mouth, but it is currently occupied by his pulsing shaft.
Arin let's him go when he starts producing precum, and his final moan is one of disappointment, but she has other plans. As much as she liked him blowing in her mouth and rocking his world, right now Arin needed her world rocked too.
"How was that?"
"Good, amazing," he mutters breathlessly.
"Great, now imagine Arin— mmm..." she sinks down into his lap, the sloppy blowjob allowing her to take him all the way. "Imagine Arin just sinking onto your cock, it stretches her so fucking well."
"Fuck!" Daddy moans his agreement. "So tight!"
"She is isn't she? Mmm god she's so naughty, taking your dick raw. Bouncing on you, when you could cum in her unprotected pussy at any time..." He throbs harder inside her, as if wanting nothing more than to do exactly that. "Mm you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" he groans into her neck.
Arin knew just how to tease him. "Hold on for me Daddy, you can do that right?" She bucks her hips strongly into him, and he grits his teeth and moans agreement. Arin nibbles his earlobe as a reward.
"Good, I'm going to ride you until you forget what it feels like to have Arin's tight pussy not stretched around you!"
Her arms wrap around his neck, and Arin goes on the ride of her life. Knees planted into the bed, she humps him slowly at first, cooing at his kisses along her collarbone. The whole roleplay arguably turns Arin on more than Daddy Long Leg, the idea that he's having sex with her and not "Mommy Red Cheeks" sending a warm flush through her body. It surprises Arin too, and soon with a yelp she's announcing her climax.
"Oh fuck, Daddy!"
The rhythmic contractions of Arin's pussy gives way to erratic squeezes, and he shuts his eyes to not have to look at Arin in the throes of her orgasm—just the feel of her slick sliding down his shaft is almost enough to send him off the edge, but he manages to hold on—he has to.
"Can you keep going? I still remember what it feels like to not have you wrapped around me," he teases her.
"Shut, up..." Arin moans airily before riding him again. This time she rides him more wildly, and she mashes her lips on his, reveling in his large hands on her, caressing her back and shoulders. Her chest rubs against him, and he hugs her closely, feeling her stiff nipples drag up and down on him as she jackhammers herself on top.
Arin feels short all of a sudden, as if every sink of her hips is sending his cock straight to her head, and she fucking loves it. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, and she's a drooling mess on his neck as she uses all her core strength, her tummy flexing and twitching as she bounces herself silly on his rod.
"Ah... ah... mmm, nngh... fuck!" The noises she makes are absolutely unbecoming of a human, but Arin's too far gone to care, slamming herself down one last time before she seizes up, her body shuddering through one of the more intense orgasms she's given herself.
"Ow, fuck..." The sting of Arin biting into his shoulder thankfully pulls him out of his pre-orgasm ascent, and Daddy Long Leg holds on to her suddenly limp form—the only muscle still working in Arin is the one that is wrapped around his shaft. The orgasm seems to squeeze both him and Arin, draining the latter of all her juices, if the sheer wetness in his lap is any indication. He stays quiet, focusing on backing himself away from the edge, as her sexy whines and random contractions around him threaten to push him too far.
"Have you forgotten yet?" she asks him, trying to be teasing, but also clearly drained, panting between each word.
"No, but I don't think I can forget you wrapped around me either." He makes to lay her down on the bed, but hurriedly she stops him.
"You haven't cum yet have you? I'm going to ride you till you cum."
"Mommy, you don't have—"
"Arin!" she reminds him.
"Arin, you don't have to."
"But I want to!" She presses her forehead against his, making herself grind down into him. "I've been using Daddy Dildo a lot, just imagining your cum in me!"
"Oh god," he remembers the custom toy he made for Mommy, and the idea of Arin using it instead puts him back on the path to climax.
"I want the real thing, and when I get off you, I want nothing to come out, it's going to stay sealed in me." He moans at the image, and his hands go to Arin's waist, helping her move sinuously on top of him. It starts off slow, her soft tired moans filling his ears, but soon Arin's flexing her walls, squeezing his shaft with every downward drop of her hips, urging him to orgasm.
"Cum for me," she whispers, almost begging him.
"Almost, I'm so close!" he moans. Arin bites his bottom lip needily before finishing him off with a cutesy whisper.
"Arin-ie wants your cum." The contrast of her cute tone and squelching squeeze of her pussy, the sheer sinfulness of everything—it sends him flying over the edge. He jams her down into his lap, and with a loud groan into her neck he explodes.
"Oh god yes..." Arin whimpers as rope after rope of thick seed is fired straight into her, splattering her walls. Layer upon layer of it coats her pussy, and unconsciously her thighs around him close tightly, as if to extract more cum from him. A primal rush overtakes her, not quite an orgasm, but almost as satisfying, and she is cooing with him, the two of them stuck together like two perilla leaves. His hands move up and down her back, caressing her, calming himself down from his peak.
"Sorry, I left a mark." Arin winces as he kisses her neck, and she realizes that he had sucked quite harshly on her skin.
"It's okay, I did it too." Her fingers run gently over his shoulder, where she had bitten down on him..
"Fair enough, fuck that was amazing." Arin kisses him again before getting off, and their eyes are glued to her pussy. As soon as she is unplugged, a flood of white leaks out of her, making a mess of the bed. Arin rolls off him, and he assumed that she was going to the bathroom to clean up, but to his surprise and utter delight, she crawls past him, further up the bed.
"Oh no, I'm leaking all of your cum, don't you want to stuff more in me?" She curls a finger at him, drawing him in. "Your turn. Arin fucked you good, now are you going to fuck Arin even better or not?"
His cock can't quite rise to the challenge yet, but his fingers can. Arin squirms and whimpers as he plunges two fingers into her creamy warmth.
"Ah... what are you doing?"
"Cleaning you out, going to give you a fresh load." Daddy Long Leg is very thorough in his "cleaning", and soon Arin washes his load out with slick of her own, her legs twisting and trapping his arm as she moans into his chest. Vaguely he recognizes the fabric Arin is ruining with her climax—it was his shirt, but he didn't care, he'd wear it out of the hotel anyways, complete with DNA evidence.
He breaks out of her quivering embrace, and with two fingers still plugged in her, he settles between her thighs, her legs dangling over his shoulders.
"Wait, oh!" Arin squeals when his teeth lightly graze her clit, the engorged bud suddenly the focus of his attention. He licks up on her clit while his finger curl upwards, right onto her sweet spot, and Arin turns her head, biting into his shirt to stifle the outright scream she almost lets out. Her senses are overloaded with pleasure, and her nostrils are filled with the scent of his shirt, of him, and it sends her spiraling into the abyss.
Her eyes rolling in her head occasionally, and with tears leaking out of them constantly, Arin's legs kick and straighten uselessly in the air as she is overstimulated to one peak after another, her thighs crushing his head. Every curl of his fingers makes her core twitch and flex, and she responds by trying to sit up, her hands pushing his face deeper between her legs. When he then licks her clit, she crashes back down on the bed with a cry, lifting her hips off the sheets to further press herself into his face.
Over and over the ecstatic cycle repeats, and when Daddy finally stops, Arin is a sweaty mess, her skin glistening from her rapturous exertions. He fares little better of course, his face covered in a sheen of her juices, not to mention red from Arin's thighs squeezing him repeatedly.
Yet still she manages to surprise him again. Weakly she flips over on her front, and with her face still buried in his shirt she slowly gets on her knees, lifting her gorgeous ass to a fuckable height.
"Come on Daddy, time for you to finally fuck me."
Daddy Long Leg couldn't wait any longer, didn't want to wait any longer, and so with the slightest of pauses to savor the heat of her pussy on his tip, he leans over Arin and plunges into her.
"Fuck yes!"
Arin almost throws her hips forward to get away from him, the sudden stretch making her dizzy, but she stills herself, not shying away from how damn full he makes her feel. She delights at his harsh pants in her ear, happy at the effect she has on him. He growls in her ear, and part of her knows she'll regret it the next day—no, week, but right now, she looks forward to it.
"I'm going to fuck you until your pussy forgets what it's like to not be stuffed."
"Say my, nnngh!" He gives her one test thrust. "Say my name!"
"Arin!" He grits his teeth, admitting to his desires once more—not Mommy, but Arin. She turns to face him, sloppily plunging her tongue between his lips.
"Say you'll fuck me!"
"I'm going to fuck you Arin!" he moans as he starts moving, starting with steady thrusts. As he thrusts he follows the curve of Arin's delectable back, kissing up and down her spine as best he could.
"Mmm! Oh god, tell me how you're going to fuck me!"
"I'm going to rail you into tomorrow Arin, you'll be dripping my cum for days!"
"Yes, do whatever you want!" He pins her upper body to the bed, smearing her makeup all over his shirt, and Arin screams into it as he ups the pace, using gravity to drive his cock straight through her. Every pound of his cock into Arin seems to create a new g-spot in her, and she cries out loudly as every slam feels better than the last.
Each touch of his hands on her seems to land on an erogenous zone, and his sweat and scent drives her mad with lust. He makes good on her ask, ravaging her, ruining her and her pussy for anyone else—again and again he plunges his shaft past her pussy lips, so much so that they are red and sore and loose, as if they would be permanently gaped by his cock.
Arin doesn't care, she's reduced to groans and shouts, animalistic in her cries for more. She pushes back against him, and each thrust drives ever deeper into her. It only eggs him to go faster, and soon Arin can only keep her ass aloft, unable to keep up with his frantic rhythm, highlighted by loud claps of flesh.
"Fuck Arin!" There's no point calling out his climax, no need for Arin to tell him where to cum—he is going to finish in her. So with a simple shout he pushes his hips down on Arin and fills her up. Gravity sends his seed straight into her womb, and Arin whimpers at the burst of warmth. Daddy Long Leg goes limp, and Arin's strength similarly gives out, the two of the collapsing on the bed. His heartbeat hammers into her back, throbbing like his cock inside her a few moments ago.
Just the thought makes her want it again.
"M-More..." Arin mumbles mindlessly, and with renewed bestial strength he hooks his arms under her shoulders, pulling his mate off the bed and sitting back on his heels. She settles in his lap, and though he slips out of her, neither of them cared—he would be back in her whenever he was ready.
Supporting her tired body, his hands roam her trembling figure, kneading her breast, skimming over her tummy. Her hand reaches for his chin, and he grabs her jaw in return, turning her to face him. Her tongue licks his lips, but instead of kissing him, she breaks away, leaning further back into his shoulder.
"More, I want more..." she sighs, reaching backwards to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Okay." He wasn't fully hard yet, but that was fine. With an "oof" they land back on the bed, and he admires Arin's prone body once more, his hands automatically going to her perky cheeks. Arin's mind is still blank from pleasure—all she thinks about is giving him what he wants, since that gives her more pleasure.
"Take my ass, if you want it..." His hands pause on her butt, and Arin wriggles her hips, begging him to keep going with his hands. His weight descends on her, his body flush against hers. She can feel his full erection now.
"What did you say?"
"If you like Arin's ass so much, fuck it, cum in it, make me feel good!" He's amazed by her dedication to the roleplay, but more than anything, he can't get enough of her, getting everything he wants from her, and giving her everything she wants. He pushes into her pussy again, giving her a few thrusts to lubricate himself thoroughly. Once he's in though, he didn't feel like pulling out. He withdraws almost completely, until his tip is at her entrance.
"Wha— Ooh!" Arin yelps as he pushes back into her unexpectedly, his tip rubbing right across her spot.
"Sorry, maybe next time, I like your ass, but I love your pussy."
"If you say so, I don't mind." Arin turns around and pulls him back down, not minding his weight on her. "Finger my ass, lick it, I don't care, but Daddy's cock belongs in my pussy."
"Yes it does." He buries his length fully in her, and for a while he just lays on top of her, kissing the back of her sweaty neck.
"Are you going to move?"
"Later, my little Arin feels good as a cockwarmer too."
"Yeah? I'll come by every night, keep you and your cock warm and hard, ready for fucking whenever you want it."
"And whenever you want it."
"Right, I'll ride you whenever I want, and you can plow me whenever, and—oh fuck!" He takes her by surprise, his one pump taking her breath away. "Yes just like that, keep going!"
The passionate dirty talk suddenly turns wild as he pins Arin to the bed prone. The bed becomes a third participant, noisily creaking as it pushes against his thrusts—it allows Daddy Long Leg to almost bounce in and out of Arin, spearing her silky walls open with grunts and moans. Arin is forced to take ownership of his shirt, biting, tearing, and ripping into it. He yanks on her hair, ravishing her as she screams out her pleasure.
"Oh yes, right there, oppa do me everyday, I want this all the time—mmph!" He tears the mask off her and captures her lips in a feral kiss, licking all over her face. It didn't matter who she really was, how she really looked, who she roleplayed as, he wanted her, everything else be damned.
Arin doesn't even notice the mask coming off, she's too engrossed in the pleasure, in the kiss. She's running out of oxygen, unable to even pant fast enough to keep up. His hand around her neck, supposedly to tilt her head up to him, unconsciously tenses and closes around her throat as he nears his own orgasm. Arin tightens and contracts around him as her vision gets a little blurred, either from lack of oxygen, or from the tears of pleasure spilling from her eyes.
Oh fuck—
Oh god—
Their thoughts simultaneously end as they crash into the bed, bodies convulsing together in silent yet deafening climax. They lose all track of sense and time, tiredly humping each other as nature intended. They croon their necks to the ceiling, groaning satisfyingly as he pushes her hips down into the bed, dumping everything into her and filling her to the brim. When they both recover, the first thing they feel is euphoria, hands wandering on bodies with loving, lustful touches; and then reality hits—stickiness all over, but they were too sore to care.
Daddy Long Leg is utterly drained, and in his place Arin almost feels bloated, as if he had just plugged her up with thick seed. Her hand wanders to her abdomen, and when his weight on top of her suddenly traps her hand against her belly, Arin whimpers, feeling herself essentially spurt his load from between her legs—just how much did he cum in her?
Blindly his hand wanders over Arin's head, finding her face, and too tired to even open his eyes, he leans in to kiss her.
"You're amazing, fuck I love you." Arin's too tired to think, and in the moment she answers honestly.
"Love you too oppa."
Daddy Long Leg opens his eyes the next morning to the annoying ring of the room phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi sir, we note that you missed your checkout time, and we received several noise complaints yesterday, and you did not answer the door—"
"Yeah yeah whatever, put it on my bill." He hangs up. But through the connected toilet he could hear the phone ringing from Mommy Red Cheeks' room too. Too sore to sit up, he lays back down on the bed as he tries to shake her awake.
"Hey, they're calling you in your room, you should go pick it up. We overstayed, I'll cover the bill."
"Hm? Oh, it stopped." True to her words the ringing has thankfully died down.
"Mm, good." He sleepily turns to face her, draping his arm across her. Through half-open eyes he suddenly realizes that Mommy Red Cheeks is not wearing a mask, and to his great shock he recognizes who she is.
"What?! Arin?" No no no, fuck no, no fucking way!
"What did you say? How did you—" Arin reaches up to her face, and she yelps too when she realizes she's not wearing a mask, her hands immediately covering her face. Still, there's no covering up what had just happened.
"No no no, fuck!" Arin dashes through their connected bathroom, and the door slams shut on the other side. Hurriedly he throws off the covers, running towards her before thinking better of it and stopping to put on some clothes first.
"Hey, let's talk! I'm sorry I took off your mask, it happened in the heat of the moment, I wasn't thinking," he calls out, knocking on the door. No response, and light sniffles. "Look, Arin—I mean, Mommy, no, I mean—whatever! You have my word, I won't go to the media, and I won't do anything you don't want me to. If you never want to meet me again, that's fine. Even if you never want to see me again I won't go to the media, what you do is your business."
More silence, guess that's that.
"I—I enjoyed our time together, but it was good, in a way, to finally meet the person behind the mask. If you're curious too, I'll be in my room, packing up. I'll check out, and I’ll cover your bill too. It was, umm, nice knowing you."
With no further response, he sighs and goes back to his room to clean up and pack. Everything goes into his suitcase, everything except Arin's blouse, tossed away thoughtlessly a few hours ago. It made a lot more sense now, how she was so good at mimicking the performance, and how into the roleplay she was. He shrugs and folds it up neatly—maybe he'll leave it at her door.
While he is engrossed in his thoughts, there is a knock coming from the front door of his room. Why are they so impatient?
"I'm checking out right—" he stops in his tracks when he realizes it isn't housekeeping in front of him, but Arin, Mommy Red Cheeks.
"Can I come in?"
"Um yes, of course." She sits down on the side of the bed, the bed where she screamed in pure pleasure just hours ago. It is similar to many other beds, on which they have done many unspeakable things to one another before today. Yet now everything has changed.
"It is nice to meet you finally," she mumbles quietly, blushing ruby red.
"You too... you're very pretty! Oh, umm, your blouse," he finishes lamely, handing her the folded top.
"Oh, thank you. Sorry about your shirt, I think."
"It's okay, I'll get a new one."
The silence that descends on the room is just as deafening as their combined orgasm earlier. The smell of sex still reeks in the air.
"What will you do now?" Arin asks.
"About?"
"About me."
"Nothing? There's nothing to 'do'. Like I said I'm keeping my mouth shut."
"You're not disappointed?"
"About what?"
"About your favorite idol doing, you know, stuff like this?"
"No I mean, it's hot, but not something I've thought of exactly. Not that I ever fantasized about you, of course."
"Before last night?" she teases him, chuckling softly.
"Right, and that's mostly your fault," he fires back.
"Fair enough, I should take responsibility then, hm?" Arin mulls thoughtfully.
"What?"
"I guess we need to continue doing this, now that you've started fantasizing about me."
He can hardly believe his ears.
"You want to continue doing this? With me?"
"I mean, you're cute enough under the mask, and we are... compatible." Arin blushes as she says that last word, but she powers through her shyness. "Plus it'd be good to not have to wear the masks, they get kinda uncomfortable after a while."
That he could agree with, the sweat and scratchiness of the mask became irritating after some of their more intense sessions, but still, he had to ask.
"You're sure about this? I'm not going to do anything even if you don't want to. I don't want you to feel like you have to do this." Arin shushes him, going up to him and pecking him on the lips, chastely.
"I want to do this too, where else am I going to find another ‘penpal’?"
"Right, that's more than fine with me."
"Great, I'll see you next time then!"
The two of them enter the elevator, putting on the regular surgical masks as required by the authorities. Checkout was a swift affair, albeit with some blushing on both their parts—their necks were lined with love bites from each other, of many shapes and sizes. The clerk hems and haws, delicately trying to broach the issue of noise complaints and the very late checkout.
"I apologize, and I'll pay the bill for the extra night, and any penalty fees incurred for either room in full." Daddy Long Leg nips the issue in the bud, and with a polite but red-faced bow the two of them thank the clerk for their discretion.
At the exit, they turn to the other to say good bye, but words fail them, an awkward dance taking place as they shuffle their feet.
"So umm, see you next—" Arin begins.
"Do you want to go on a date?" The words spill out of him, following his heart.
"What?"
"I know you're an idol, but maybe we can do it in secret? We've done everything couples do, probably more than what most couples do, and we even said 'I love you' already," he mutters, and Arin heats up under her mask, both in embarrassment and no small amount of joy.
"Um sure, I would like that."
"Great, I have your number already, I'll text you, maybe sometime next week?" She nods, and as he almost skips away in happiness Arin grabs his wrist, pulling him back.
"Wait! Give me your phone." Puzzled, he obediently hands her his phone.
"My name is Choi Yewon," she says, handing it back to him—where it once said "Mommy Red Cheeks", the contact now read "Choi Yewon". She pushes her phone into his palm.
"What's your name?"
A/N: As you can see, this took forever to piece together, it still references a comeback :P but I made good use of their fanmeeting outfits, that was so hot. It’s almost a cliche now, but I managed to fluff it up at the end heh. The idea of Arin roleplaying as “Arin” was too hot, but it just took a while to flesh everything out, so hope it works out and isn’t too confusing between the Mommy and the Arin. Thanks for reading!
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Get a room (Oh My Girl Arin)
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
You’re not even halfway past the door of your designated hotel room when Yewon suddenly exclaims in shock and disbelief. Though you are carrying both your luggage and hers, you hastily put the bags down to rush toward her. The bags prevent the electronic door from closing automatically and slamming it shut.
“What’s up?” you say when you reach her, immediately discerning the disgusted expression on her lips.
She pays no attention to your question; instead her eyes focus on what’s in front of her. Taking the hint, you look on as well. The main takeaway is that you don’t really see anything wrong with the room you’ve booked—at least for the discounted price you found it. It appears perfectly adequate and suitably equipped, with a perfectly clean floor, a small coffee table with two couches, transparent sliding doors that connect the suite to a boxy terrace with a lovely view of the seaside cliffs overlooking a close but still relatively distant island, and a 45-inch television fastened to the wall.
For the most part, it looks perfectly normal, until Yewon points out the immediate problem.
“We made sure to ask for a twin room, right?”
Turn to Yewon again. You clearly hear the concern and repugnance in her tone. She can’t look away from the most obvious elephant in the room—a single bed that normally rests only one person. There’s two of you. It’s not rocket science to figure out, but your mind still denies the evidence ahead of you.
“Ummm,” you can’t process the situation properly and answer her even plainly, causing you to trail off until you somehow get it together. “I think we did?”
“No—yeah, we definitely did.” She directs her finger to point out the obvious. “We definitely asked for a room with twin beds. That isn’t a twin bed, that’s a—”
Return your glare back to the single queen bed, then your eyes shift back-and-forth between the mattress and Yewon a few times, asking for confirmation. She catches a glimpse of your stupefied reaction, and her response is blunt but says everything, with a nod of her head and a quiet, “Yup.”
Letting the scene completely sink in, your first thought running through your head is: This is going to be the most awkward night of your life.
Indeed, you booked a twin room for you and Choi Yewon as part of your two day road trip up in the mountains, your getaway vacation back when you were childhood friends. Even though somewhere in your teens you went your separate ways, with her becoming a successful idol as part of Oh My Girl and you focusing on a career in journalism, you still connected with each other though you never really saw her in person until way after her group became incredibly popular. With more solo activities on her plate, she decided to call you up and relive fond memories before she’d return to her busy life as a star.
“I swear to God, this is just—” Yewon stops herself from complaining some more. Even though you had not seen her in years, everything you remember about her is still present. The cuteness, the dorky attitude, and the playful innocence in her tone whenever she groaned about something remain part of her, now in a more gorgeous package. She’s become so eye-catching that you can’t really look away from her no matter how much you continue to remind yourself you’re merely friends.
“No, no, this is fine. It’s fine.” She shakes her head, pretty much accepting defeat in this situation. “We can deal, we’re both adults.”
“I can sleep on the floor if you want—”
“Definitely not.” She turns to face you, her tone quickly changing in a defensive manner. “Well I’m not taking the floor because I drove the whole day, and you’re sure as hell not sleeping on the floor either, because you’re driving tomorrow. So, let’s just adult it up and share. It’s a big bed with plenty of space.”
Convincing as she might sound, it won’t suddenly change the size of the bed, which would awkwardly fit both of you, nor will it split into two like magic.
“I mean I guess we can’t completely adult it up,” she follows. “We can put a pillow barrier or something if that makes you feel better?”
“Pillow barrier?”
“You know? The kind we had when we used to have sleepovers at your place?” she lightly giggles as she remembers your fond childhood memories together. “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything.”
“I appreciate your concern, but you’re being silly.” Remembering what she said a moment ago, you deflect her own words back to her. “We’re both adults now. Besides, I’ve slept in worse.”
She pauses, thinking things through. You don’t know what’s going on in her mind, but you can at least find some comfort knowing she’s most likely just as stunned as you are.
“You know what, you’re right.” Yewon shakes her head again, internally beating herself for not being mature about it. “I’m being silly. Let’s just pick one side, and stick to that.”
She walks over to the right side of the bed, designating it as her spot in the little mattress, leaving you without any opportunity to choose. Her graceful hands flow along the silky, clean sheets. “I’ll take this one, is that okay?”
You simply nod while you raise your eyebrows and nod in agreement. Even if you didn’t like your lack of freedom, you didn’t have the will to deny her what she would have liked, especially with those kind features of hers.
“Great.” She looks outside, then to her wristwatch, then back to you. “We should probably shower and get ready for bed. It’s getting late, and we still have quite a way to go. You can go on ahead first.”
Wasting no time, you turn away from her to pick up the luggage you left at the front door. You barely catch her mumble another complaint, “Oh boy.”
—————
The bathroom door opens. Out comes Yewon, with freshly wet hair and changed out of her clothes, only sporting the customary black hotel bathrobe. She wraps her locks around a braid as she walks back to the living room.
“The water pressure here is ass!” she chuckles as she finishes tying her hair. “I literally—and you’re asleep.”
She gasps in shock. You’re in bed, arms and legs spread wide, snoring like a whale, and obviously oblivious to what she was ranting about. Thankfully you’re mindful enough not to fully occupy her designated side of the mattress.
“Shit.”
Yewon walks over to the opposite side of the bed, footsteps as quiet as a mouse in an effort not to wake you up.
“I’m dry enough,” she whispers to herself. “Maybe if I just slide quietly right in, on the right side—”
Without stirring up the bed to cause even a slight rumble, Yewon gently lowers her ass on the partially ruined sheets. All the while, her stare lingers to your face, trying to look on if you’re actually asleep and if her entry might possibly disturb your peace. When you don’t react, she sweeps her toned legs around in an upward motion off the ground, then she carefully slides upward to reach the pillow. Eventually, her head rests on the cushion without drawing even the slightest commotion.
Successful, she sighs in relief. Her eyes look up to the ceiling and the four unopened lights that form a square. The only things she can hear are her own deep, heavy breaths. Your snoring has gone radio silent. Drowsiness begins to flow down her exhausted body, preparing her for dream land.
But just as she’s relaxed enough to settle in, a sudden weight that bears itself on her breaks the silence.
“Are you really asleep, you absolute dick?” she sneers venomously. Her glare points toward you. Unknowingly, your right arm is wrapped around her belly, while your right leg is coiled over her own right leg. To make things worse, your lips are close to her bare shoulders, grazing her soft, dainty skin. Despite the sudden screech from her mouth, it doesn’t elicit a reaction from you.
“God, I should have showered first,” she hisses to herself. The pillow barrier was a good idea, why didn’t she press on with that? “How am I supposed to fall asleep when you’re right fucking there?”
Though she clearly hates you draped around her, she tries her best to ignore your presence. Intentional or not, you won’t let her have any sort of peace.
Much to her dismay, half of your frame is all over her like your warm, favorite blanket. Any sort of space between you is gone when your lips leave saliva trails over her right shoulder.
Yewon looks behind her, angered and evidently upset. Any little form of subtlety and quietness left is unceremoniously thrown out the window. “No, no, no, you’re kidding me! You asshole! This is so not fair! You cannot sleep spoon me! How are you supposed to be asleep? This is literally the worst version of my—”
She stops herself again from gushing, suddenly remembering you have a chance to hear her deeper, more intimate feelings. Yet you don’t respond in any shape or form. There’s an essence of innocence and gentle warmth as you embrace her without your knowing. Yewon can’t bring herself to push you away, annoyed as she is.
Eventually, she does find some comfort and adapts herself to the cuddle. She sighs again wistfully. “I guess this is nice, though. Figures you’d be a good cuddler.”
Yewon sinks into her pillow once more, determined to put aside her discomfort just to be able to fall asleep. Minutes, perhaps hours, pass. Her eyes remain wide open as she can’t bring herself to completely relax. Something’s definitely preventing her from snoozing.
“Okay this is comfy and all, but if you’re gonna poke my back with your knee I—” A brief look behind her and she finds a noticeable protrusion between her legs, sending her into a wild panic. Instinctively, she pushes you off her, perhaps further than she expected. “That’s not your knee—oh shit!”
Distress builds on more stress. She watches as you roll off the bed and onto the floor, causing you to yelp loudly and snap wide awake. Yewon crawls to your side of the mattress as you sit up on the ground. Her hands cover her mouth as she checks in on you, whether you got hurt or not.
“Fuck, I am so sorry— Dude, are you okay? I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to kick you off the bed, you were just really fucking close,” she says, the words leaving her in rapid succession, like she was blurting. “Here, let me just—Oh my God!”
Before she reaches her hand out to pick you up, she catches a glimpse of your raging erection. Your pajamas are halfway off. She turns away with cheeks completely on fire, hands on her eyes, and her mind with a new memory she wants to unsee. Her mouth is completely unrestrained.
“Why the fuck are your pajama bottoms so loose, dude?”
As you get up and push up your underpants, you retort, “You got really excited when you saw them.”
“No I am not flustered, shut up! This is the worst fucking night!” she replies with her back turned against you, but even in the dark, you can see her red cheeks from embarrassment. “Can I uncover my eyes yet?”
“Yes you can, you horndog.”
“Okay, thank you.” She promptly draws her hands back then faces you again. Not even the snarky word you called her draws away from her awkwardness. As you stand in front of her, not willing to rejoin her in bed, she draws her breath, then exhales, regaining her composure.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I really did think I was going to be fine with this.”
You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow, questioning her comment. “Are you sure? I think you’re weirded out by this.”
“No, no. I’m not weirded out or anything,” she replies. Her eyes look away from you, unable to face you directly. “It’s not like I feel unsafe or anything.”
“Are you nervous?” You gently approach the bed.
Yewon pauses for a second, trying to formulate a reply that hopefully won’t offend you.
“Y-yeah, I’m nervous, b-but not like that, you know? Not because I’m uncomfortable with being near you, or not, not uncomfortable in a bad way—”
She stammers through her faulty reasoning, ultimately giggling as she struggles to finish her justification.
“I-I can’t do words right now! I mean, you literally just spooned me with an erection, you cannot expect me not to talk about it?”
Look down and find that your boner seems to have calmed down. Hopefully, she is too.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I never meant to—”
“No, don't be sorry,” she interrupts. “It’s not your fault, umm, I mean, it’s kind of my fault for kicking you off the bed?” Can we just go back to sleep? I promise not to kick you again.”
Wanting to move on, you simply accept her offer and slide back to your side of the bed while Yewon wiggles back to the opposite end. This time you leave a wide space between you two. Both of you lie back down while staring at the ceiling, allowing silence to fill the room for a few minutes.
“So, the shower here kinda sucks, right?” Yewon breaks the still quietness, recalling the awful water flow. You might as well just have used a dipper or swam in the pool as an alternative. You simply nod as you place your arms behind your head.
“Yeah. Bad water pressure,” she continues with a chuckle. “And maybe it’s just me, but the room heater is kinda terrible too.”
She’s right. Even though you’re confined to a shut room, the coldness of the outside still peeks through the windows. You’ve mostly overlooked the chills and shudders until she pointed it out, to which you nod in agreement again.
Yewon turns to you while you shiver from the cold. “Do you wanna huddle a little closer? Instead of us both hanging off opposite ends of the bed?”
Facing her again, you ask, “You won’t kick me off, right?”
She shakes her head with a cheeky grin. “No more kicking off the bed. I promise.”
Her welcoming smile is enough to draw you back to her again. She also reciprocates your approach, steadily inching close to you until you both meet halfway in the center of the bed. Then your arms wrap around each other as you feel the heat of the other’s body pass through yours. Inches apart, cold breaths on each other’s chin, the awkwardness has faded to make room for soft, intense tension.
Your hands explore her hips, and hers roams yours. One move and this could end in a complete mess. While you feel every delicate sensation of her toned body, gasping and sighing with restrained lust, Yewon closes her eyes as her hands claw through the fabric of your shirt, struggling to keep herself together.
“Oh this is nice,” she says, her tone wavering between formality and passion. “I did say you were spooning me in your sleep earlier.”
Your cheeks are flushed with a bit of embarrassment, even though she doesn’t fully blame you. Of all times your hormones decided to lose control, it just had to be with her.
“I didn’t mind it. It felt nice,” she continues, gently reassuring you from your guilt. “You felt nice. Better than I imagined you would, you know?”
“You imagined this?” you ask, raising concern over her thoughts regarding you.
“Yeah I imagined this before. Cuddling you like this, not because of warmth or anything, but because we wanted to. I mean, not like this, but you know—”
Yewon’s heart is slowly gushing about her true feelings. There’s very little left in her that can resist from admitting the truth. She knows if she can’t admit it now, there won’t be another opportunity for her to do so. Her hands pull back from pinching at your shirt, still preventing herself from opening up to you completely.
But there’s nowhere left to go.
“Of course, I wanted to,” she continues. While you brush streaks of her hair away to clearly see her beautiful face, she averts eye contact with you. “I’ve been into you, okay? I’ve been into you for years. I’ve literally had a crush on you since we were kids. I—”
Yewon realizes what she’s just said and stops herself short. She retreats her hands back and spins away from you with immediate regret. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. I should just go and ask for another room and I—”
Before she turns away from you entirely, you cup her face and meet her in a fiery, passionate kiss on the lips. Any sort of barrier between you is completely shattered. Without any inhibition, Yewon sinks into the smooch with every bit of her passion, love, and desire that had been contained for so long. And now, she has an outlet to pour her every bit of affection onto you.
“You fucking idiot,” you murmur in her mouth. Drawing her back to keep her close, you peck at her lower lip as she freezes in place.
“Wh-wh-what do you mean I’m an idiot—”
This time you’re the one to interrupt her. You dive back into making out with her, your childhood friend and longtime crush. Both of you realize how much you have deep, intimate feelings for the other and never really had the chance to share how you needed each other. Perhaps this single bed was the best thing to ever happen for you two.
Yewon suddenly breaks away with a cheerful laugh, the brightest she’s ever been. “Maybe we’re both kind of idiots.”
Then you pull her back in again. You have no intention of letting Yewon escape from your grasp, especially not after your mutual feelings of affection for each other.
“You genuinely have a crush on me?” you ask, mumbling between her lips. Part of you still refuses to completely believe her, even when her tone meant complete sincerity.
“I meant it,” she replies softly, reaffirming herself. “I’ve always really, really liked you.”
She crawls on your chest, slowly climbing up your body until she’s on top of you. Now it’s her weight pressing against you, a retaliation for what you did to her earlier. Her eyes gleam in the dark, full of burning desire. “I’ve imagined it—what it would be like to cuddle with you.”
The sudden change in her eyes, the wide smirk on her lips, and the heat emanating from her hands—you feel a lot hotter. Then she leans her face directly close to yours. Those luscious lips demand your attention, but you stop in place. Your heart races with anticipation and tenseness, allowing Yewon to have her way with you, the way she always wanted it to be.
“And also what it would be like to kiss you,” she continues, following it up with a gentle peck on your lips. Then another. And a third one. She’s so hot when she slowly teases you, with that alluring stare and irresistible sweet lips all over your mouth. You feel tingles all over your nerves as her hands run down all over your body, shuddering from just her sensitive touch. “And put my hands all over you.”
Any fleeting thoughts supposed to run through your head instead flow down your groin. Your shaft hardens as your childhood friend continues to toy with your patience and restraint with each delicate kiss and flick of her fingers against the soft fabric of your shirt.
Allowing the pleasure to consume you, you close your eyes and release an airy groan. Another step closer to breaking.
“If I put my hands under your shirt, is that okay?” she asks. They’re already halfway underneath the cloth. There was no other answer she’d accept other than a clear yes.
“Go,” you reply, still winded from the sensation of her tender fingers on your body.
Yewon immediately slides her hands deep into your chest while she kisses you to distract you from the sharpness of her nails. You jerk and groan a quiet sigh as her sensitive touch steals your breath away.
“Can we keep going? I want you to touch me too.”
The idea of having a piece of her snaps you back. Her chest is the first point that your eyes go straight through. Somehow, you feel like you’re in a dreamlike state, as if all of this is just a part of your fantasy, something long gone when the morning comes.
“Your tits,” you blurt, the heart expressing their first desire. “Let me touch them.”
“Of course. You can touch me there,” she replies almost instantaneously, her own eyes shut from pleasure as well. “Just place your hands over—ugh!”
You didn’t need any further instructions. Your hands slip between her thin bathrobe and grasp handfuls of her shapely breasts. They aren noticeably huge, but they feel so hot and warm in your palms. A couple of fingers twist and flick her taut nipples, eliciting a whine from Yewon. The smooth sensation of her flesh also causes you to moan pleasurably too.
“Do you like how they feel?” she asks, to which you nod enthusiastically. “They fit so nicely in your hands, like they were made for you.”
Her words bring a smile to your face. She’s matured so well in all the right places, and yet they feel incredibly welcoming and warm as you fondle and massage her mounds. In response, she presses her hands tightly against your cheeks, as if to suffocate you. Even as you play with each other’s bodies, you’re still occasionally drawn to the other’s lips.
“Fuck, you’re smothering me, Arin,” you say as you lightly choke from her clutch, ignoring that you addressed her by stage name rather than her personal name.
She giggles heartily while shaking her head. “No, I won’t let go of your face. I’m just gonna keep cradling your head in my hands,” her lips smother yours for a moment, “And running my fingers through your hair,” her right hand brushes up a streak, “And I’m gonna pull you close and suffocate you with tits if I have to, but I’m not letting go.”
As if she knows what you’re thinking of, she continues with, “I want you to feel that this is real, and this is really happening. Come here.”
When she kisses you for the umpteenth time, even if her lips feel like a familiar presence, it’s only now do you truly accept and come to understand that this is real. Yewon is truly in love with you, your hands are really on her tits, and this is as intimate as you can possibly get with your childhood friend.
Yewon notices the sudden lack of heat on her chest. “Wait, why are you taking your hands off my—fuck!”
A stream of hums escape her breath involuntarily. She whispers and whines against your lips. The lace separating her bathrobe is loosened, and so is your lust. Your digits find their way between her slit and her sensitive hole. Immediately, wetness protrudes your fingers as they dig into her pussy.
“Oh, that feels good, too. Oh fuck, mmm.”
Her airy and sensual moans arouse you even more while her juices coat your fingers as they explore and pleasure her cunt blindly.
“You’re so wet,” you say, whispering into her mouth as you continue to satisfy her hole, hitting all the right spots.
“Yes. You made me do that, made me hot and dripping.” Yewon wrestles with the overwhelming pleasure coursing throughout her body to kiss you again. “I’m like this for you, okay? Just for you.”
As if you needed any more motivation to bring her all the pleasure and lust she wanted. Your wet digits pump inside her faster, making her jerk and buckle on you as she whines and moans uncontrollably, feeling waves of wanton bliss surge all over her. With two fingers buried to her hilt, poking at her most satisfying spots, Yewon is a few moments away from flying over the edge.
“Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop.” she gasps, feeling tense and on edge from her impending climax. You don’t waste a second as you regrettably draw your wet digits back before you proceed to taste her juices in your mouth.
“Is everything okay?” you ask, puzzled by her sudden change of heart. She looked like she was enjoying every second of it. “I thought you were liking what we were doing so far.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s really good, but I want more.”
After you give her a moment to catch her breath, she catches your lips in another kiss. You’ve lost count long before that. When she breaks the smooch, her lust-filled eyes look down on you with renewed passion. She’s ready for another round.
“Sit up now, right against the headboard,” she says, commanding you like a superior, which you immediately comply with.
Though her frame presses against you, you lean your body upwards in a sitting position before you arch your back against the wooden headboard.
“Now, take off your shirt.”
You waste no time and immediately lift it over your head almost as fast as she demanded it. Her eyes peep down to gawk at your bare chest, brimming with even more lust than before.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” She can’t help but place her hands against your stomach again. In the process, she props herself against your lap, making sure her plump ass is all over your pajamas, making your cock twitch beneath her perfect butt.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for years, baby,” she whispers in your ear. Her tone changes with the ever growing neediness in her soul. “I can feel how—how hard you are. Mmm. You like it when I grind against you like this?”
Her hips gyrate around your pitched tent, stealing more of your air. When she finds your eyes twitching up from the immeasurable pressure you feel, she smirks with greater confidence.
“Do you like having me in your lap where you can feel my warm, wet pussy through your pants?”
Between her sultry inflection and her shapely butt against your groin, you’ve never felt more suspended in such a pleasurable sensation in your life. Much like your restraint slowly slipping down, so do your loose pajamas. Yewon feels a thick protrusion beneath her, partially stimulating her moist cunt.
“You know those pajamas are really loose? They slip off so easily.” She suddenly reminds you of those damned bottoms. Her flesh feels so tight around you that you forgot you were still clothed at all—not that you need other thoughts lying around when she is effortlessly grinding you like a high-class lap dancer. “And I think I want them off again.”
It isn’t really a want, but more like a need. With a few powerful swings of her backside, she manages to pull down your pants again. This time your cock has room to breathe, unlike you. Somewhere in between her loosened bathrobe slips off her too. Now there’s really nothing between you two—only bare souls, both literally and figuratively.
“Fuck, wow.” Her eyes linger on your hard shaft, brimming with desire like she’s looking at shiny jewelry. The little precum that glistens under the dim light add to the effect.
Yewon plants her hands on your legs, her body stretched out before you as she brings herself closer to your dick. She looks up to you with pleading eyes. “I need you in my mouth, okay?”
With your eyes completely shut, you merely nod. The only want in your mind is the hot sensation of Yewon’s mouth or cunt—any piece of her to fill your need.
You hear your back thump against the headrest, but it’s immediately forgotten when you hear her lips smooch and peck your tip. Her soft hums send you into a pleasure-filled craze. When she gently kisses up your length, you hiss and recoil even as gently as she goes. Out of desperation, your hands flail and grapple for something, anything—until you settle for the edges of the board that you’re leaning on.
She releases your dripping shaft from her plump lips. A little peek and you find it stained with dashes of white. You haven’t cum yet, but with the amount leaking, you might as well be.
Yewon looks up again. She notices your barely opened gaze. “Did I do this to you?”
Yes. Absolutely.
Is what you would say if your brain can register and deliver language to the other parts of your body. Instead, what comes out of your mouth are indiscernible babbles. She doesn’t need to understand baby talk to realize what her babyfeels about her.
“Did you get hard for me?”
You’ll never outright admit this to her, but those peeks of her cheeks on stage, her ass trying to make itself known through tight underwear definitely turned you on. Maybe she does know; that’s why she’s doing it in the first place. To drive the point home, her bare ass sticks out, inviting you to grab her.
Works well enough, because a moment later, a hand is firmly planted on her backside. Her skin has never felt softer and more inviting.
Forget about the question at hand; Yewon takes you into her mouth again. Your other hand positions onto her hair. You tug her forward whenever she pulls back. At this point, it’s a complete mess. Her mouth is full of spit and precum; your cock is full of spit and precum. There’s a bit of red on your legs thanks to her nails, you leave spots on her butt in kind. She laps around your shaft until you’re full of imprints written in her saliva.
“You taste so good,” she says between licks. “I love the way your cock feels in my mouth.”
It’s almost dreamlike how she feels around your shaft. Her tongue swirls all over your length so smoothly it’s unreal. Everything about what she does feels almost like a mirage. She works to pleasure your dick harder as you ease into a more relaxing, comfortable position. Your eyes slowly fade back into the darkness again. You wish to never wake up from this dream, at least until after you’ve reached the climax.
That is, until you’re given a hard reminder that you haven’t fallen asleep yet.
“Look at me. Look down at me. I’m here. This is real—mmmph!”
Open your eyes; hers meet yours in a melting gaze. She takes you into her mouth completely, piercing her throat, more than enough to force you back to life. You gasp and pant while she continues to choke herself on your dick, coloring her tongue with even more little shots of white. Then you feel a sharp twitch on your groin; the sign of imminent release.
Feeling your probable burst, she quickly drops you with a pop louder than the last two. With a few swift motions, she rises to your level again, straddling your lap while her hands rest on your shoulders once more.
Lifting herself slightly, lining your cock against her dripping slit, she whispers into your ear, “I want you inside me. Can I have you?”
Safety was a bottom priority to both of you. If anything, her soft bottom was what you needed the most.
The little nod signals your approval, much to her delight. With that, Yewon lowers herself down on your throbbing shaft. Seconds feel like minutes with each moment that you don’t feel her presence in your body, yet you still feel unprepared for how tight she was.
A collective groan escapes both your lips as Yewon impales herself to your sheath. You slightly hurt the back of your head as you recoil against the headrest, but it matters little, if not at all, when the pleasure of her suffocating pussy clenches greater than anything you’ve felt tonight—and she gave you head minutes ago.
“God, I feel so full of you. It feels so good, mmph.”
Yewon’s nails dig deep into your shoulders, drawing more marks on your body. She moans into your ear as you start to pump upwards into her tight, wet cunt, almost as if it was second nature even though it was your first time. In turn, she grinds her hips against yours, rolling her round ass around your lap like rubber. You grit your teeth as she sinks into your body deeper with each thrust, restraining your own moans to make room for her singsong, throaty whines.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this for so long.” The words leave her in a rushed, desperate way, but she meant every single one. “You feel so good—aahh!”
Your mouth latches onto her bouncy nipples as she rides you wildly, forgoing all sense of pace and timing. Elsewhere, your hands find themselves with handfuls of her plump, shapely ass. Full of bliss, she throws her head back as she wraps her arms around you in a deep embrace. Neither of you have the intention of letting the other go—not that you want to.
“Can I go faster?” she asks, between moans. No need to ask, that’s exactly what you desire her to do.
Except that asking is meaningless when she proceeds to throw herself down quicker and quicker. She pushes your head into your chest when you start to slip away. The bed creaks as you continue to fuck her hard. Her cunt pulsates tightly against your cock as you thrust in her with just as much vigor as she has. As the friction builds up, you begin to feel like you’ve been set on fire.
Yewon then pushes your face up as you moan into each other. No eye contact, just the sounds of skin slapping skin and the occasional squeak of the small mattress. You don’t know what will break first: you or the bed.
The yelp you make abruptly turns into a sharp scream. Suddenly you both grind to a complete halt.
Yewon’s no longer in front of you. She’s on your right shoulder, her teeth somehow deep into your skin. Realizing this, she pulls back a bit then looks at you with apologetic eyes.
“I’m sorry, sorry! Did I bite into your shoulder?” Her stare returns to your sore spot.
“I mean, you did, but it’s okay.”
“Really?” She looks at you again with twinkles in her eyes. “You don’t mind? You want me to leave marks?”
“Fuck, I do.”
“Fuck yes.” Yewon doesn’t waste a second to leave another red mark on your other shoulder, grazing your sensitive flesh with her teeth. To distract from the pain, she begins to bounce against your lap again. “I’ll mark you.”
It’s not fair she gets to have fun alone. So in turn, you nibble her delicate collar bones back. She whines between nibbles, a distraction you cause when you spear her constricting walls.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Yewon cups your face and intercepts you for a brief, passionate kiss. It’s immediately broken by her body riding up and down while you fuck her. She glares at you deeply. “And you’re mine now, right?”
You hurriedly nod, as if you already knew the answer—and you do. She kisses you on the lips once more. Undoubtedly correct.
“I’ll mark you so that we’ll both remember that—hnnghh!”
Your lips burrow on her neck first, taking her by surprise. She retaliates by gnawing your nape. Before you know it, both of your upper bodies are colored red, from the collar bones, neck, shoulders, and chest. Somewhere in between, your fingers are intertwined together as well.
All of it is a temporary distraction from what’s really happening: your eventual finish.
Push Yewon down to the mattress. Now you have the top position over her. Locking your fingers tighter with hers, you thrust in her faster and faster, all the while relentlessly nibbling her sensitive flesh with your teeth. Yewon might be a girl group member and under some company’s management, but you made it clear that she belongs to someone now.
Her marks can easily be hidden. Your budding relationship can be hidden. What cannot be concealed anymore was your utter hunger for her.
You thrust in her faster and faster, her moans reaching a high you didn’t expect her to hit. Even as you try to slow down, attempting to save the hot sensation of her tight pussy suffocating your cock, you can’t. Try looking away, only to be brought back to her when she announces her impending end.
“Fuck, I’m so close, please! Please, I’m so close—”
There was no going back. You proceed forward with harsher, deeper thrusts as you hiss back, “I’m close, too.”
“That’s it. Please, cum for me. Cum for me.”
And that’s enough to finally push you over the edge. One was good enough, but two seals the deal. A handful of hard pumps and your mind goes blank. You hiss while Yewon groans your name louder as you reach your orgasms, one after the other. Her jaw drops as you fill her womb with a big load of warm seed, followed by her slick juices on your shaft. An exchange of moans of relief and satisfaction accompany your peaks as you drain the other more than you anticipated.
Even as you orgasm, your body has no willingness to stop. She loosens her grip on you and lays dormant on the bed while you thrust in her until you eventually grind to a full stop. You lay your body beside hers as your cock withdraws, creating a thin string of white while the rest of your cum forms a huge puddle on the sheets.
Much like your position on the bed, you’re both upside down. Things won’t ever be the same.
Both of you allow silence to fill the room. There’s much to think about and you’re still sure this is a dream, even with her constant reminders.
Out of nowhere, Yewon starts to giggle. “When I said ‘We should adult it up,’ this isn’t what I meant.”
Roll your eyes with a bit of disgust, then turn to her. “Well we definitely acted like adults there, did we?”
“Shut up.” Yewon slaps your back jokingly at your retort before giggling heartily again. Afterward, she kisses you on the lips. She doesn’t regret a single moment that happened regardless.
“I did mean it,” she continues, caressing your face with a wide smile and pecking you on the lips again. “Everything I said.”
Another kiss, another confirmation.
“Look,” you say before uttering a wistful sigh. “I’ve never felt happier with you until tonight, but we should really talk about what this means for the both of us.”
“Yeah, I know. But we should probably go to bed, though. We have a long drive tomorrow.”
Your smile turns to a frown. You wonder if Yewon’s just dodging your questions or setting you up, especially after a confession like that, possibly leaving you sleepless for the night.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother you, but if we’re gonna do this—”
“I promise. We’ll talk about it more in the morning. Definitely. Okay?”
You give her a nod, but with a brief reluctance in your motion. She reaches her pinky finger out. This can only mean one thing.
“Pinky swear.”
You extend your own pinky out in response. She hasn’t made a promise like that since you were children. Only then do you finally come to understand she genuinely means it, finally leaving you at peace about your long term relationship—at least for now.
“Well if we’re gonna be like that, might as well just sleep on the couch,” you say before turning away from her.
Yewon yanks your arm as you turn around and try to roll off the bed. She reels you back to her while both of you use your feet to grab the pillows away from you. You wrap your arms around each other as you cuddle yourselves to sleep, but not before you share another intimate kiss on the lips.
“Just come here and hold me, you dork.”
(A/N: This came out a lot longer and took longer than expected. I was really feeling lukewarm when it came to writing lately, but yeah. Unfortunate news for Jiho, hopefully she succeeds in her future activities. Anyway, I was surprised at how fluffy this was. Thank you for reading!)
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I just know they have the softest sex. Hand holding, praise, body worship, aftercare, the whole 9 yards
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SHORT STORY - THE CRICKET MATCH
Chapter 1: The Cricket Match
Adhira Iyer
“Come on let’s go, mums waiting in the car!”. Today was a stressful day to say the least it was my brother Ishan’s first cricket game since moving to Kent, and he’d have to perform well to make it onto the Kent County team permanently. The car journey there was equally as stressful, as trying to get him out the house this morning, nevertheless, we were finally on our way to the game with my moody brother in tow. Once we arrived, he went off to his mates and my mum and I took our seats ready for the game to start, when someone caught my eye. There’s no way he can be here, not a chance in hell. My childhood enemy Arin Varma. Is he a coach here now, what the fuck is going on? Seeing my brother run onto the pitch snapped me out of my trance, and I finally managed to settle to watch him play under the blazing sun. Two painful hours later the Kent team walks off the pitch hanging their heads after an awful loss of being bowled out for 90 runs. As sad as I felt for Ishan it was fun to watch Arin lose his shit with the loss since I figured out, he was their youth coach. Ishan approached me visibly upset “I did so badly I cannot believe I still made into the team”. “You did so good Ishan! Don’t worry about the loss there’s always the next game to do better!” Just as we were about to leave Arin saunters over to us and goes to speak to Ishan. “You did well today, Ishan, see you next week.” As I lift my eyes his meet mine and something clearly clicks, but we leave before he has a chance to speak.
Arin Varma
That was the most fucking humiliating loss as a coach I’m fuming, I couldn’t take it out on the kids they did what they could but fuck me they were awful. The crowd’s disappointment really got to me that usually doesn’t happen but also, we’ve never lost this badly before it only seemed like Ishan pulled his weight to be honest. I felt like he needed to know how well he did, so I walk over to tell him but the girl he is with (I’m assuming his sister) looks so familiar I just don’t know where from, but she was fit. Before I can even get a word out to her, they both leave, leaving me with this question, who is she? The following night was about to be a madness we were going to ministry for 4th time this month I put on my cargos, oversized black shirt, Nikes and jewellery. I met my mates at the station, and we were on our way. Once we made it to the club, we joined the long ass queue, and I was sweating so bad it was still 22 outside. A group girls joined on the queue behind us and there she was again looking fucking sexy but, who is she?
Adhira Iyer
It was the weekly girl’s night out with my uni babes. My face is beat, hair snatched, and I was serving waist realness with this dress, but it was so uncomfortable. We left the flat in a hurry once again because Anna couldn’t get her extensions in, but at least the train journey was calm. We finally made it to the club an hour late and we somehow found ourselves behind a bunch of degenerates in the queue and just my luck I dropped my ID right in the middle of their circle. This 6’4 boy in cargos picks up my ID and hands it to me and as he turns around, we lock eyes. How is he here at the same club at the same time as me, God what did I do to deserve this?? “Sorry did you drop this, Miss Adhira?” he asks. “Uhh yes I did can I have it back.” I replied. Smirking at me he says, “Let’s make a bet, if can you guess my name, I’ll give it back” and his stupid friends instigate laughter. “Okay fine if you want to play that game but don’t act like you don’t know who I am Arin” I say with chest. He looked stunned at the words that left my mouth and is speechless for a moment. He comes closer staring me in my eyes and whispers “So you do know me huh?” That was my moment to snatch the ID out of his hand which I did with grace “Yes I do” I responded and turned back to my friends. “Do you know him, Adhira??” Anna says. “Come on be honest, do you??” Alicia echoes. “Just leave it guys he’s a nobody!” I shout getting annoyed.
Arin Varma
What did she say? Did she just call me a nobody? Fuck her, that bitch how could she? I thought it was just banter in school, what the hell. As we entered the club Funky Friday blared into my ears so loud, I couldn’t hear my friends behind me. We migrated to the hip hop/rap floor and there she was again dancing; I’m entranced by her but why ffs. I’m supposed to be pissed off so why do I feel so attracted to her? Before I even get a chance to ponder on these thoughts anymore Matt drags me onto the dance floor. I thought we were moving away from Adhira but just my luck I smack straight into her. “Oh my god what the fuck!” She exclaimed “Shit I’m so sorry darling” I said while looking down into her eyes. We both hold the stare for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. “I’m sorry for what happened in the queue by the way” I muttered. She looks at me puzzled but says “It’s okay it’s not that deep” and her expression changes to a smile. “Well enjoy your night girls” I shouted as I walked away once again. She smiled at me once more.
Adhira Iyer
Wait did he just apologise to me? What just happened? This can’t be real; I must be dreaming. My friends pull me back to my senses and we dance the night away (It’s the time to disco – for the culture). It was 4am by the time the night ended, and I just wanted to go home but Sarah got so drunk she was throwing up her insides outside the club when once again Arin and his pack of degenerates showed up to presumably piss me off. “Are you girls alright?” he questioned. “We’re good thanks” I replied back with a sarcastic smile. “Are you sure, it’s not really safe out here at this time” he said, visibly concerned. “Trust me we’re fine” I retorted when we clearly weren’t. I went to return back to Sarah once again when Arin lightly grabbed my arm and turned me back around to face him. Stunned, my eyes trailed from his hand to his toned arms all the way up to his brown eyes. This was the first time I felt like I really saw him, he was so handsome, matured from when we were younger. He pleaded with me saying “Let me get you a cab please, I just want you to get home safe Adhira.” Wait he just said my name and didn’t follow it up with a tease for once. “Why are you so concerned if I get home safe or not?” I question. “I just want you to get home safe can you just listen to me for once!” he aggressively says with his jaw clenched.
Arin Varma
Oh my god why does she not listen man she’s the same as she was back in school. She looked astonished when I raised my voice at her, I didn’t know what else to do. “Why do you want me safe now after everything you did to me in school huh?” she scoffed. I was genuinely taken aback by her words what did I do so wrong when we were younger? “What are you even talking about?” I asked. “Don’t act like you don’t know Arin you’re just trying to piss me off, aren’t you?” she exclaims looking flushed with anger. God she’s so beautiful she makes it so hard to be angry at her. “Adhira please just listen to me I just want to protect you.” I plead. “PROTECT?? I don’t need protection and how dare you say you want to protect me after everything you did!” she repeated. She pivots and begins to walk off, shit what do I do now? I chase after her begging her to come back but she doesn’t listen AGAIN. Before I can even think of what to do next some creep advances towards her and tries to put his hands on her. Anger pulses through me, why can’t she just listen, I told her this would happen. I march over and shove him off her into a wall. “ARIN OH MY GOD STOP IT!” she shouts at me. I hear her but I can’t stop myself, I almost slam my fist into his face, but I feel a familiar hand on my wrist. “ Arin please stop it, just let it go.” She mumbles. I drop my fist, her hand still hanging on “Don’t ever touch my girl ever again, or I won’t be as nice” I mutter to him.
Adhira Iyer Arin Varma
“Are you okay Arin, are you hurt?” Adhira asks softly. Arin’s rage reaches a plateau, and he responds saying “Yes I’m fine, I’m more worried about you.” “Don’t worry about me I’m fine I didn’t need you do that.” Adhira remarked. “I’m sorry I didn’t think before I did that, he was going to hurt you and I just acted out.” Adhira no longer looked at him with anger but with fondness of his care for her. Simultaneously, their friends shout “COME ONE LET’S GO THE CAB IS HERE!!” they both are about to go their separate ways when Arin says, “Give me your phone quick.” Adhira fumbles with her bag eventually retrieving her phone and passing it to Arin. He types in something hastily while doing something on his phone also. He hands her phone back to her and states, “This isn’t done, I want to talk to you properly.” They both go their separate ways until they meet next time…
Chapter 2: The coffee date
Adhira Iyer
My phone pings at like 10 am. I look at my screen and just see an odd number and ignore it. I stumbled out of bed with a pounding headache, and I was fucking knackered. The phone pings again and it’s the same number so I bring myself to open the messages. They read “Did you get home okay?” and “btw it’s Arin”. I paused (TB 2022) and reread the messages a little surprised that he actually texted me. darted into the kitchen, phone in hand ready to spill the tea. “Guys, I have something to tell you RIGHT now”. All my friends turn their heads in my direction. “OMG, what the fuck is it?” they eagerly say. “So, you know the guy from last night from the queue”. “Yeah???” they chorused. “He messaged me just now, asking if we got home okay, what should I reply?” “Is he breedable? If so, reply saying I’d be down to shag” Sabrina states. “Wait, who are talking about?” Tara enquires. Victoria walks in confused and asks “Guys who are you chatting about, fill me in.” Ava following behind seconds this. Since everyone had so many questions, I thought it best to give them a run down on who he exactly is. “Hang on with all the questions, let me answer Tara’s first since you’re all probably wondering this. His name is Arin, and we went to secondary together, he was such a twat. I’m just going to give you a spark notes summary basically he would always think he’s better than me at literally anything, it was so fucking irritating and would always make me feel so little compared to him.” “ Are you sure he hasn’t changed though? He seems nicer now, like he literally asked you if we got home okay not everyone would ask you that.” Ava and Sabrina echoed. “I dunno he still seems like a prick.” Tara and Victoria oppose. There it is again my phone chimes once again. I pick up my phone to be greeted by a message from him asking “I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, but would you want to meet for lunch today, I just want to talk to you.” “Oh my god, this cannot be happening” I say out loud rather in my head. “WHAT WHAT IS IT???” All my friends exclaim in unison. “He just asked me to go to lunch with him today, shall I go?” “Yeah, obviously go just see what he has to say” they all advise. “Well let me go get ready then.”
Arin Varma
With my palms sweating I sent that last message. I’m pacing up and down my room, my stomachs turning in angst. I put my phone screen down on the table in an effort to ignore what might come next. I hope she says yes, I pray she says yes. The phone chimes. I dart to the phone and see it’s just a message from Dominoes, and my heart sinks. Is this it? She must be busy right? I clench my phone in my hand and awkwardly sit on the edge of my bed, with my mind racing with questions. Suddenly, my phone lights up again and it’s her. She replied, she actually replied. I read the message out loud to myself “Hi, I’m willing to meet up with you, don’t be late x”. I sprint to my closet to get ready, I have no fucking idea what to wear. I finally settle on kinda baggy jeans and a fitted plain tee. I check the time and realise I’m running late and leg it out the door. I get on the musty Bakerloo line and just about make it on time to the café. Luckily, she’s not their yet and I grab us a table. From the window, I see her walk towards the café, and she looks stunning. Her long brown hair is wound up in to a bun, and she’s wearing tight flared jeans which make her ass look great and a cardigan which hugged her in all the right places. She enters the café scanning the place for me and then finally locks eyes with me. She makes her way towards me, and I get up and pull out the chair for her. She sits across me, expectant, waiting for what I have to say. Awkwardly we both say hi to each other we both talk over each other by accident. “You go first” Adhira says. I clear my throat and begin to talk “thank you for coming, I didn’t think you’d turn up”. “I’m not that rude” she giggles. Her laugh puts me at ease, and I feign an explanation for everything that happened at school. “Last night, you mentioned something about how I treated you at school, and I’ve always felt like I owed you an explanation for that. I didn’t mean to hurt you the way I did, I thought my teasing was just banter, why didn’t you stop me?” “Why didn’t I stop YOU? You should’ve known better” she retorts. “And you’re correct and I’m owning up to that, Adhira I’m genuinely sorry for everything I did, I didn’t realise it had hurt you this much, please forgive me” I beg. “It’s okay I suppose, I just wanted you to apologise for what you did and understand why it hurt me” she says choking back her tears. I reach for her hand, but she moves it swiftly before I even get the chance. “Adhira, I wat you to take my apology seriously, I really mean it, I’m not the same boy I was, I promise.” I repeated. She nods in response with her lips pursed and proceeds to say “I believe you, and trust me I’ve let it go now”.
Adhira Iyer
“Thank you for apologising and talking to me today, but I have to go now I got shit to do” I say in haste. We both make our way to the exit and get out the place. As I was about to make my way to the station, he grabs my arm, it feels like that night outside the club again and pulls me in. I hear his heart thudding against his chest, and I look up at him. He places his hand against my cheek and leans in towards me. I can feel his breath on my lips, his hands on my body. I start to panic, but before I can pull away, he asks to kiss me. My eyes dart from his eyes to his lips, and without even thinking I whisper “Yes”. He leans in further and I reach up towards him, and our lips meet. I pull away slowly, staring at him intently which he reciprocates. “I...I...” I stutter not quite knowing what to say until I saw something hanging out of his pocket. “You don’t need to say anything I feel the same” he says softly. Why would he have that? How could he? It stains my thoughts, and I don’t know what to do. I was about to muster up the courage to say something, but he turns to leave says “until next time Adhira.” He leaves me stunned.
Arin Varma
Did we actually just kiss? Why did I do that? She seemed like she liked it I think. Being so caught up in my thoughts I hadn’t even realised I reached my house, I walked in and lay on my bed. I threw my keys on the bed side table and something shiny caught my eye. What the fuck is that? Oh my god, oh fuck what have I done? I was meant to take that off earlier before I left, shit I was running so late I forgot. She’ll think I’m still trying to taunt her, she’ll think that kiss was fake. How did I fuck this up already this badly? I darted to my phone to call her, but every call goes to voice mail. Please Adhira pick up the phone. After 10 tries I gave up, just as I was about to walk away from the phone it rings. Before I even I get a chance to say anything distraughtly Adhira says “Arin please stop calling me, I’m not interested in talking to you how could you think you just kiss me and then show off something that used to be mine?” I begin by saying “Adhira listen to me please it’s not what you think it is.” “What is it then?” “I kept your badge because I wanted something to remember you by on the last day of school because you mean so much to me” “You kept it all these years, and didn’t think to tell me you, had it?” “I didn’t know how to tell you how I felt about you because I always felt like you thought you were better than me” “ WHAT ME BETTER THAN YOU?? There’s no way you thought that you thought you were better than me” “What are you talking about I never thought.” “Why did you treat me like that in school then?” “ITS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! I never meant to make you feel small or hurt you, I was just confused back then but believe me I’m not the man I was.” “You love me?” “I do a lot Adhira” “Thank you for telling me how you feel Arin, I just need some time to process how I feel.”
Chapter 3: Those three words
Adhira Iyer
What did he just say? Did he just say he loves me? My stomach starts churning, I almost feel sick. I run into the kitchen, my face is bright red and I’m breathless. All the girls are already in the kitchen when I burst in, and they look at me concerned. “What the fuck happened to you?” asks Sabrina. I catch my breath and start my sentence “He said he loves me”. “You mean Arin, right?” Tara inquires. “That wanker, I thought you hated him” Sabrina chimes in. “You’re joking, there is no way” Victoria exclaimed. Finally, Ava voices her opinion “How do you feel about this”. “I…I don’t know” I stutter. “Do you think he’s changed” Sabrina inquires. “I think he has, he did seem a lot more mature” I reply. “How do you feel about him, would you be willing to give him a chance?” Tara queries. “Yeah, I’ve known him for years but there’s one thing that’s stopping me” “What is it?” Victoria asks. “He’s stolen something of mine, something that means a lot to me” I reveal. “Shit that don’t sound good, how did he even get it” Ava brings up. “I have no clue, but it’s a little charm my grandad gave me when I was younger to keep me safe, he gave it to me when he visited the country years ago, It was a little token for me to remember him by, all these years I thought I lost it, but no, he took it from me” I explain. “That’s some fucked up shit, I can’t lie” Sabrina inserts. “Yeah, I agree” Victoria concurs. “I just can’t understand why and how he got it off of me” “Don’t you wanna know how he got it?” Ava wonders out loud. “I do wanna know how he got it, all I can think off is that he stole it off me to taunt me”. “Are you 100% sure he actually stole it off of you” Tara points out. Wait, Tara’s got a point. Did he even steal it? Or have I just jumped to conclusions? Why is this shit so confusing? “I’m going to meet him” I declare to the girls. I text Arin saying that I want to meet him next week at Regents Park.
Arin Varma
Next week? I can wait that long. I respond with that’s fine, see you then. I put my phone down and start trying to focus on my uni work, but she’s always at the back of mind. I can’t fucking focus for god’s sake, I need to get out this shitting flat. I decide to go for walk to relax and clear my mind. Instead, I get even more worked up, what is this girl doing to me, how is she doing this to me? I’ve never felt this way before, it’s intoxicating, she inhabits all my thoughts, all my dreams. I return home more confused with my emotions, than what I left with. When I entered my room, I see the keyring once again and I’m hit with the memory of how I obtained it. I remember it being a hot sticky summers day. We were all signing each other’s shirts as it was leavers day. As I was leaving my class, I saw something glistening on the floor and I went to pick it up. I searched the area for the owner, and I realised it was Adhiras’. I tried to track her down, but I lost her in the crowd of students. I decided to keep a hold of it and return it to her at the end of the day, but I never saw her again, not until that cricket match. I walk in to the kitchen and tell my mates “Fam, my heads fucked, remember that girl I helped at the end of the other night, and I told you we went to school together?” “Yeah bruv, that leng ting.” Adam replies. “Shut the fuck up g, don’t talk about her like that, but yh her” I retort. “Aight brudda, calm down what’s happened?” Shivam questions. “I told her that I love her, I didn’t even mean to it just came out.” I say shyly. “You’re an actual idiot, why would you say that?” Jit interjects. “I don’t fucking know okay, it just slipped out” I return.” “So, what did she say?” “She said she needs time to think on this” “Yh, you’re fucked big man, she ain’t feeling you like that” “How do you know what she feels” “Ignore Adam, he’s being a prick, she genuinely just needs time to think, don’t worry too much” Jit reasons with me. “Yeah, you’re right Jit, I just need to take it easy.”
One week later….
Adhira Iyer
Right, I guess it’s time to go, I patted down my white sundress and left my room. “Are you ready to go Adhira?” Sabrina questions. “Yep, wish me luck girls.” “Goodluck!” all the girls exclaimed in unison. “You will be okay don’t worry, just call us if you need anything.” Ava asserted. The walk to regents park felt like a flash, I’ve never felt this way before, it’s intoxicating, he inhabits all my thoughts, all my dreams. I didn’t realise I even made it to the park until I saw him. There he was wearing loose fitted trousers, Nike low dunks (in black of course) and a black t-shirt. As I approach him, he goes to hug me, I hesitated for a moment, but I did reciprocate it in the end, I’m engulfed in his scent which from what I could tell was millions (perfume). “Hi Adhira” he says calmy. “Hi, thank you for coming to meet me.” I respond bluntly. “Yeah, course I wanted to give you space and I hope it felt like I did.” “Yeah, you did and thank you for that, but I have a question for you.” “Go on what is it?” “Why do you have my key chain?” I chastised him. “This was something I didn’t get to tell you Adhira, on the last day of school I found it on the floor outside M2, I tried to look for you, but you disappeared into the crowd. I kept it safe with me so I could I return it at the end of the day, but I never saw you again. I’ve kept it safe all these years in a hope that one day I could return it to you.” “Wait, you found it?” “Yes, I never meant to keep it this long, I just never saw you again.” He goes to take the charm out of his pocket and put it in my hand. His fingers linger on my hand, and I feel him staring at me. “Adhira I…” but I don’t give the chance to finish his sentence. I reach up towards his face and he pulls me up by putting his arm around my waist. His lips hovered over mine, the tension brewed between us and that’s when he breathed “I want you Adhira, but do you feel the same?” “I do, but I can’t kiss you like this not yet.” He swiftly moves around and brushes a kiss to my cheek and says, “only when you’re ready will I do anything I promise.” “Thank you, Arin, you know all these years I thought you were being horrible to me, but I misunderstood you, didn’t I? I’m sor-“ “Don’t apologise please Adhira, it was my fault I should’ve never treated you like that.” “It doesn’t matter now I’m just glad we’ve cleared the air.” He picks up my hand and gently places a kiss over my knuckles.
Chapter 4: The date
Arin Varma
“A date?” I propose. “Sorry, what did you say?” she asked softly. “A date, lets go on a date, what do you say?” “Okay, sure I’m down.” “Peninsula Golf in Greenwich at 8 tomorrow, what’s your address I will come get you, just be ready.” “Okay, my address is 14-20 Old Bridge Road, SW12 8JR, you better be on time.” She said jokingly.
“I’ll see you then Adhira.” I said with a smirk “See you then Arin” she replied. Before we parted ways, I gave her one last kiss to send her off. My phone began to vibrate on my walk home, it was Jit. “Where are you fam, haven’t seen you in time” “Oh shit, I forgot to tell you I went to see Adhira.” “Oh fuck really, how did it go?” “Good I think, I asked her out and she said yes so ima guess she’s calm with it and likes me.” “Fairs, I’ll see when you when you get back, but it sounds good g.”
Tomorrow…
Adhira Iyer
“Ava! Can you pass me my earrings please?” “Sure! Give me one second.” “Thank you, girl.” For tonight’s look I decided to go with flares and a white button up paired with my Nikes. Sabrina asks, “Are you ready to go?” “Yes! I think so anyway.” As I go to step out the door “MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A CONDOM, NO UNPROTECTED SEX IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!” Sabrina exclaimed. I burst out laughing and replied “Amen”. I head out the main door of the building and there he is looking more handsome than usual. “Hi” he says softly to me. “Hi” I echoed. “You look beautiful Adhira.” “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” He offers his arm, and we walk down to the station. “Well Adhira your carriage awaits you.” “Haha very funny” I say while laughing. “So just you know I’m awful at golf by the way.” “Don’t worry I will show you how to do it” he winks. “Don’t be a dickhead I swear to god” I joke with him. He replied with a chuckle. We made it to Peninsula Golf with a couple of minutes to spare before our booking, so we took our time collecting our clubs and balls. “Right ready to play?” he asks me. “Yep, let’s go, get ready to lose even though I don’t know how to play.” I reply with a laugh. “Don’t get too cocky you’re not in charge just yet” he says with a wink. Once we teed up the ball I get ready to hit the ball. “Woah woah stop what the fuck are you doing you really don’t know how to play do you?” “I told you I didn’t!” “Come here I will show you.” I feel him walk up behind me and snake his hands around mine, the heat of his breath lingered on my neck. “See you were holding it the wrong.” “Right, I guess you were right” I reply flustered. “You look stunning in this light by the way” he gave me a kiss on my neck and moved away back to his original spot. “Save that for later” I respond. With many more exchanges like this the game races by faster than I realise. “HA OH MY GOD, I TOLD YOU I WOULD WIN!!” I shouted. “I let you win okay” “Sure you did, just accept your loss Arin.” “Never” he replies with a smile as he moves closer to me. He places a kiss to my head, and we go back to hand in our clubs. “You got everything right?” he asks me. “Yeah, let’s go.” We begin our walk back to the station when Arin asks, “Are you free for a bit longer tonight?” “Yeah sure I’m not in tomorrow.” He replies with a nod. “Why don’t we go to your place” I propose. “Uh yeah sure, I live in Canary Warf if that’s okay?” “Yeah course that’s fine, why don’t we watch a film or something?” “I’m down for that I will drop you home after.” After a short journey we end up outside his place “Wow, this place is stunning.” “Ah yeah luckily the loan covers it.” “Let’s get inside.” We head up to the 5th floor where his room was (525 to be exact). “Welcome to my humble abode.” To my surprise it’s spotless, cleaned to perfection. “Wow this is really something.” “Do you want anything to drink?” “Nah, I’m okay thank you.” “Here let me take your jacket.” I peel it off and hand it to him “Thank you Arin.” Once he was done, he came closer to me holding my gaze for what felt like forever, he leans in for a kiss and I reciprocate meeting him in the middle. My arms drape around his neck and he pulls me in closer “If you don’t want to do anything past this that’s fine just say.” he reassures me. “No no I want this Arin.” When we return to the kiss the atmosphere changes, he kisses me harder than before, and we end up moving towards his bed. “Are you sure sure Adhira?” “Yes, I am I promise.” His hands wrap around my waist, and he takes my top off. “You look so beautiful Adhira.” he states softly. He follows me by taking his own shirt off, he was glowing in the moonlight. As fall onto the bed, he pulls me on top and I straddle his lap and he put his hands on my ass. He stops kissing me and his lips move to my neck leaving behind hickeys and, simultaneously he unhooks my bra. I get off Arin and he takes the hint to change our position; he grabs my waist and rolls on top of me. He slides his hands down from my waist to the waistband of my trousers and begins to pull them down and I lift up my hips to help him take them off. I undo his belt and he takes off his trousers and throws them on the floor. He takes off my underwear and I take off his. He began to kiss me again, this time hard and bruising, as if he wanted to absorb me into himself. I’m not sure if I was a bit unsure about sex but I hadn’t really thought about it before Arin, but it was never quite like this—him above me, sliding down, pushing my legs open with his palms on my thighs. The way used his tongue sent me into a euphoria and he didn’t pause when my thighs stiffened against him. I begged him to stop, and he looked at me going still “What’s wrong, are you okay.” “Yes, I’m perfect but don’t you want to something else?” “No, I don’t so stay still.” He says sternly. The tip of his tongue was circling my clit and sent me immediately into ecstasy. “Arin!” I moan. His hand is so large holding me down and he sucked on my lips causing me to become breathless. Before I knew it his tongue was inside me. “Please” I arched my back my spine shaping a near perfect curve. “Tell me you won’t come yet.” “Arin please” His tongue dipped in once again, and my hands gripped the sheets. There was a heat ignited in my stomach, spilling all over me. “Arin.” “One more minute, you can do it.” I’m—sorry, I can’t.” He met my eyes and said, “Yes you can” His possessive tone took me over the edge and the pleasure broke over me like a wave. It was almost as if I left myself for a minute and was in pure bliss. “I want to eat you out till you can’t even remember your own name.” “Please no Arin” He pushed one finger inside and my walls clamped to hold him inside. “My god, Adhira” he breathed onto my thighs. He slid his finger deeper inside me pressing inside of me, and the pleasure rose in me, washing over me. He groaned something into my ear which I couldn’t quite make out, and he entered another finger at the peak of my orgasm. My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore. It left me breathless, and I wasn’t sure how much time went by before I could muster the energy to gently push him away to get him to stop. He shot me a sunken look but nodded to show he understood, and I pulled him closer to me because I wanted to feel his face and body against mine. I’m sure he felt the same and he brought himself closer to me, his chest pushed up against my boobs, and his legs were in between mine. “Can I have sex with you? “He asked, and then he gently kissed my forehead. I wondered if this was the right thing to do and I thought to myself for a second still relishing in the pleasure I already felt. I couldn’t say no, not with him on top of me, not with his skin on mine and his lips caressing my collarbone. “Yes.” I breathed bringing my hands to his face. His cheeks were red hot. He kissed and sucked at my neck. I reached for his cock; he was big. Larger than I thought I could take on my first time. I could hear his heart pounding against my chest he used his hand to nudge open my legs. He entered me slowly, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I let out a moan which actually was more of a gasp. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was more than I was expecting. However, that feeling of his breath on my body and his and his soft touch. “You’re so big.” He moaned into my neck. His eyes were closed, and he was focussing on his movement. He attempted a thrust, and it felt amazing. I shut my eyes when he hit that place that made me whimper. He kissed my collarbone. Our breathing was all over the place, echoing throughout the room. My thighs tremble and I open my legs even wider to allow him deeper inside. We were too out of it to kiss properly at this point, but his lips were so damn perfect against mine. “Yes.” I moan “I’m gonna finish” he just about manages to say. He places his hands to hold me open. “You’re so perfect”. My body welcomed and pulled him in, he was stretching me to breaking point, but it just made me feel perfect. We both sighed and he flopped on to the bed beside me. He kissed me gently a few times and embraced me into his arms and body. He let a little laugh and whispered, “I love you Adhira.” “Arin, I love you too.” “I’ll keep you forever in Meri Dil.” I laugh asking is that a kal ho na ho reference?” “Maybe” he replies gently.
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~THE END~
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Academic (Anal)ysis
Oh My Girl Arin x m!reader
7200+ words
Part two of Classroom Copulation
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Fresh out of teaching your first two university classes, the afternoon had been relatively calm, stress-free and mostly void of any students asking idiotic questions. None of your students dozed off during your lectures, a sign that meant they enjoyed their time spent in class, or at least pretended they did. Either way, it achieved your primary goal to ensure your students felt fulfilled, leaving with more knowledge than they started with.
Your next class wouldn’t be for a couple hours, which gave you time for a full lunch, and a chance to catch up on grading papers, but also taking some relaxation for yourself. After finishing up your lesson plans for the rest of the week and putting a dent into grading, a soft knock at the door interrupted your progress.
Most days, you had an open door policy during office hours, encouraging any students to visit with you unscheduled.
Only when you wanted to concentrate or when a student needed to spend time with you did you shut that door, and as far as you remembered, none of your students had scheduled anything today. That didn’t mean your students weren’t welcome, but you weren’t expecting anyone to show up until your official posted time, which didn’t begin for another hour.
“Come in.”
The mahogany door to your office swung open, and behind revealed a slender woman with raven locks wearing a strapless sequined dress, gazing up with the prettiest doe eyes and a pair of freshly glossed lips—one of your favorite students, Choi Yewon.
“Good afternoon, professor.”
That favoritism might have been because you were in a (very inappropriate) relationship with her, but the point still stood, Arin was a breath of fresh air, a sight for sore eyes.
“Good afternoon, Miss Choi. What brings you here?”
Since the inception of your relationship, your office had been a sanctuary from further developing it with Arin. Whenever she visited, it was always under the guise of having difficulty with your classes, going over a graded test, or something narrowly related to academia. Mostly, it became an excuse to flirt around you without any other lingering students around. But you knew it wouldn’t stay like that forever.
“Can't a student just say hello?" she asked, standing in the doorway and flashed a rather suspicious smile.
“Of course,” you said, returning a rather muted smile of your own. “But my office hours haven't started yet.”
“Oh, my apologies. I must have remembered your hours wrong, professor.” The way she smirked meant she didn’t, yet you wouldn’t dare turn away such a pretty face.
“Would you like me to come back?”
“No, of course not. You already came all this way, so please, come on in.” After further opening the door for Arin to enter, she slipped inside, and made sure to leave as little gap as possible between your bodies so you could breathe in her aromatic perfume.
“Well, if you insist. I do have some time to spare,” Arin said, as she closed the door behind her and locked it. You knew that look, that glint in her eyes when she walked into your office.
“Please have a seat, Miss Choi.”
Gesturing to your spacious red couch across the room, Arin sauntered over, taking a seat and crossed her legs. She took a look around while you remained in your office chair, unprepared for whatever facade she had for visiting.
“Aren’t you going to sit next to me, professor?” she asked, patting the empty cushion next to her with those unavoidable doe eyes staring into your soul. “This couch feels a little lonely for just one person…”
And just like that, the protective barrier you built up began to crumble. Because your office had been the last place that hadn’t been defiled, the last place that you hadn’t shoved Arin up against the wall and whispered in her ear all the sinful things you were going to do to her. Certainly not out of guilt, because banging a stunning girl like Arin would be worth sacrificing your livelihood.
Against your better judgment, you took a sip of coffee and occupied the empty seat on Arin’s left. Her smile widened, and she immediately squeezed your thigh, a clear indicator that this was more than just a simple hello from a student when she looked up with that unavoidable gaze. “It’s so good to see you, professor.”
You could easily lean in to kiss Arin, the shiny gloss applied on her mouth attracted your lips to her like a magnet, but there had to be at least an attempt to keep up the front that this was nothing but a friendly visit, that your student wanted a chat and nothing else.
“Good to see you too, Miss Choi. Your classes going well?”
With a nod, she scooted closer, and kept her hand squeezing your thigh, focusing every little bit of her attention on you. “They’re going…fine,” she said in an unconvincing tone. “I’m not failing any at the moment.”
That last part piqued your curiosity, because if she performed as poorly in your class as she did her other ones, then well, her GPA would be doomed. Granted, Arin was a straight A student in your class, mostly due to your little arrangement, so at least she had some buffer built up there.
“Do you mind if I get a little bit more…comfortable, professor?”
A dangerous question, that In your mind—could mean anything. But whatever she had planned, were it even a genuine innocent question, you hesitated to say yes, but on the other hand, wanted to offer whoever came to visit you the highest degree of comfort.
“Not at all, be my guest.” Hopefully, you wouldn’t regret offering that invitation.
So after giving a courteous nod, Arin did just that, slipped her heels off, then carefully placed them out of the way. Next, she lifted her immaculate legs off the ground and rested them—right on your lap.
“Much better.”
If there was a modicum of shame left, it flew out the window when you became her footrest, not that you would be upset when every last inch of Arin’s legs became a feast for your eyes—and you were eating well. Not content with mere glances, you openly stared, and who could blame you when those beautiful, creamy legs never seemed to end, partnered with luscious thighs belonging around your head like earmuffs, and even her bare feet, which you adored kissing, drove you crazy.
Her figure was nothing but flawless, and while there hadn’t been a single inch of Arin’s body that you hadn’t kissed, licked, or sucked—you still drooled over her praiseworthy legs, thankful every time she came to your class in a short skirt or tight little dress that fought for your attention.
You had to face facts, because the only reason your clothes weren’t already in a heap, and you weren’t bottoming Arin out, was your own weird sense of self-preservation. That maybe, if you spurned her advances in the one place where you actually had the most privacy, that your job wouldn’t be in jeopardy. Like you hadn’t fingered her in the library with a hand over that pretty mouth, or like you hadn’t made her choke on your cock backstage in the theatre hall, and you certainly hadn’t pounded her against the refrigerator in the teacher’s lounge, praying every second no other professors needed a quick dose of caffeine.
Again, you were (both) guiltless throughout every encounter, selfish in every manner. After all, why wouldn’t you be,
when you had complete access to Arin’s body, free to explore it any way you pleased on a regular basis. Casting away the last bit of doubt aside, you rubbed Arin’s soft feet and kissed the tops of them, then moved down to her ankles, before caressing her smooth as silk legs all the way up to her thighs that brought unimaginable bliss when you squeezed them.
“If I recall, don’t you have a class soon, Miss Choi?” you asked, and couldn’t resist roaming your fingertips up and down her perfect legs, those divine thighs a path to heaven in your hands. Brightly smiling, Arin tilted her head back in enjoyment as your hands brushed against her warm flesh, your touch driving her equally crazy. It was almost regrettable that her position didn’t let you kiss and lick those mouthwatering thighs, but there was no need to be greedy when they felt so good and pillowy soft.
“You remembered. I do, but I’d rather ditch it. Getting dicked down by my favorite professor is a much better use of time. Wouldn’t you say?” Arin couldn’t hold back a smirk from forming on her lips, tossing out any subtlety in her words.
“I thought you were just here to say hello.”
“I was, but since I’m already here, I might as well make it worth your while…” Arin said, as one of her bare feet began to rub your inner thigh, moving dangerously towards your crotch. Before you could take your next breath, both of her feet felt up your cock, her toes teasing enough to make a bulge form in your pants. Powerless to stop her, you tried to stifle a moan under your breath, but failed, unable to hold back any thoughts while Arin massaged you through your pants, your cock stiffening uncomfortably so within mere seconds.
“You’re getting hard already, professor. Doesn’t that feel good? When I tease your cock like this?” she asked, a question with only one answer. The increasing friction on your shaft only served to fill the lust reserves in your body, because, without a doubt—Arin wouldn’t be leaving your office without getting a proper dickdown.
“Yewon—“
“Yes, professor?”
“That dress—“
“What about it? It’s pretty, isn’t it?”
“It is, but—get rid of it.”
“It would be my pleasure.” With no hesitance, she rose up and let herself be the center of attention, leaving you with a throbbing erection in her wake. Unsure where to direct your focus, your eyes wandered her body, from her thighs to her tiny little waist, to that teasing amount of cleavage, but eventually ended up drawn to her beautiful, angelic face and that vivacious smile.
“This dress? You want it off me?” she asked, grasping the zipper of her dress, the gateway to releasing that burdensome barrier that opposed your desires. “Then sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, professor.”
Despite your initial protests, your anticipation peaked as Arin began to zip down her dress, her lustful gaze welded to you. Being patient remained a struggle, considering how hard she left you, and the amount of exposed skin in your sight eyes didn’t make things easier.
“Do you know what the best part of this dress is, professor?”
“How good it looks on you?”
Arin giggled as she touched her silky hair, running fingers through it. “No, while that’s also true, that’s the second best part.”
Turning away, she began to tug down her dress, spiking your anticipation. Because now, all you could do was watch the meticulous reveal of Arin’s smooth naked back, and the hints of perspiration that had formed from the temperature in the room. You had to calm your strong urge to lick every last drop clean.
“The best part is—”
As frustrating as it was to not be able to see those cute perky breasts, what would come next would make up for it. Arin hadn’t taken a single movement that wasn’t calculated, or that wasn’t made three steps in advance, and the lower her dress went, the wider your eyes grew.
“How easy it comes off…”
She slipped it down past her slender waist, revealing more and more of her body, until it fell off her hips, and gravity did its job. Finally, you were able to glimpse perfection in its purest form—that tight, bouncy butt barely concealed by a lacy blue thong wedged in between her plump ass cheeks. The true meaning of heaven, an ass so divine, it made it worth risking your tenure for.
You’d risk everything for an ass like that.
For now, Arin was always delighted to enable that risk, swaying her hips and shaking her enticing ass, as if to say you were making the right decision—even if at its core, it couldn’t be more wrong.
“Cute panties,” you blurted out, saying the first thing in your head to keep yourself under control, otherwise you’d rip them off her body and bury your face in those flawless cheeks.
“Thank you, professor. I wore them so you could take them off me,” she said, turning around just so you could see the grin on her features. But you were looking at so much more than just her pretty face, with her half-naked body proudly displayed, that only made the erection in your pants more unbearable.
“Yewon, come here.” Without giving her a chance to reply, you grabbed her delicate wrists, and pulled her back onto the couch, causing her to fall on top of you until your bodies were pressed flat together. Apparently an unexpected move, given the look on her face, when usually Arin initiated every advance.
“Professor…”
Exchanging lingering glances, that was the last word Arin spoke before you cupped one side of her face, and dove into her warm, pillowy soft lips, tasting hints of strawberry on her breath. When your lips met, it stripped all manner of formality, no longer were you just a student and a professor, but two individuals consumed with lust, tired of holding it in, tired of hiding it.
Much of Arin’s bare skin became available, a daunting task to keep focused on one spot, so your greedy hands freely roamed her body, groping as many different places as you could reach while your tongue invaded her mouth.
Her lips tasted just like you remembered, sweet and addicting, a taste you would chase to the ends of the earth for. Eager for more, you bit down on her bottom lip, only for her to return the favor, nipping against your own, mirroring every bit of aggression. The more things escalated, the less it felt like you were in your office, liable to have anyone knock at the door and interrupt.
Matching your fervor, Arin started to unbutton your shirt, using her fingers to tease your chest with every button undone, trailing downwards after a new spot uncovered. “You know, professor, maybe I should skip all my classes just to come visit you. Your office is very comfortable…”
As much as you wouldn’t mind that, you couldn’t be held responsible for her grades deteriorating. ”Your education is important, Miss Yewon.”
Her tongue slipped back in your mouth as the kiss deepened, lips pressed up against one another with much more desperation, much more saliva swapped. Arin ran fingers through your hair while you caressed her bare back, aching to map out her pale skin, moving lower, much lower, until you squeezed her ass and kneaded those delicious cheeks.
“If you insist. But only because if I got kicked out, you wouldn’t be able to rail me every day.” Whatever her motivation for keeping grades up was didn’t matter, as long as it meant you would keep meeting like this.
After breaking the liplock, you kissed the curve of her well-defined jaw, then moved towards her sensitive neck, making her even more hot and bothered—but you had to be careful not to leave any marks that she wouldn’t be able to cover up easily. The same couldn’t be said for Arin, who had the unfair advantage to do just that, opening your shirt up and left a barrage of wet kisses and lip prints on your bare chest.
“Mwah, that’s much better,” Arin said, and you could see the temptation in her eyes to leave lipstick marks on your cheek, neck, or anywhere else plainly visible. But instead, she ran her fingertips up and down your lip-stained chest, then cupped your face with her cold hands. “I can feel how hard you are. Shouldn’t I do something about that?”
“Later. Wanna taste you right now. Need to shove my tongue in your pretty little cunt.”
You could see the disappointment in Arin’s beautiful eyes, because if she came all this way without filling her throat with dick at least once, it would be a waste.
“At least let me get your cock wet, professor,” she pleaded, as she traced the outline of your bulge, and you could hardly deny her when she looked at you like that, licking her lips with seduction, plump lips that were absolutely made for delivering the best blowjobs imaginable.
“Alright, fine. Show me what those cock sucking lips can do."
“At once, professor.” Not wasting any time, Arin unzipped your pants, pulled them down to your knees, and immediately fished your cock out of your boxers. While she stroked your length, her lips returned to yours, keeping her taste lingering in your mouth, earning you some much necessary relief.
“This really belongs in my mouth,” she said, tightening her grip on your shaft, and pumped with more deft strokes. As she jerked you off quicker and made you moan, her parted lips continued to pin down your own, and her tongue tantalized the inside of your mouth.
Delivering another wet, open mouth kiss, her lips then journeyed down your body, adding more smudged lipstick to your exposed flesh. Arin tugged off your pants down to your ankles as soon as she reached your waist, and divested your boxers, causing your stiff cock to spring to attention. “There we go, all for me.”
With her gaze fixated on you, she flattened her tongue against the base of your shaft, and slowly dragged her way up, then planted a deep, messy kiss on the tip of your cock. Swirling her wet tongue around, Arin then flicked against your leaking slit, lapping up every drop, and alternated between tender kisses and soft licks. When she sensed you had your fill of teasing, her lips parted, enveloping your swollen cockhead that she gently sucked.
You uttered no more than a groan, and leaned your head back against the couch armrest, watching Arin go to work. Her head bobbed while her delicate hands squeezed both thighs, nails digging in to your skin, and those sensual lips applied a deeper suction that hollowed her cheeks.
“Relax, professor. Let me please you. Let me make you melt…”
Her seductive eyes studied your every move, while her lips swallowed up more shaft, bottoming down to your base with ease as her throat relaxed. When she came back up, a sheen of warm saliva covered your shaft, and she repeated the journey, those hungry lips slurping on every inch that filled her throat.
Arin maintained a steady rhythm and teased your balls, toying with them between her fingers, fondling them while your shaft became saturated with more saliva, spilling down the lips of her mouth.
“God, Yewon, you make me feel so good,” you moaned, falling apart while Arin sucked you off and added as much stimulation as possible by playing with your balls, her lips testing your resolve. The way her head bobbed never stayed consistent for long, and varied from frantic to sluggish lazy strokes. But the way she held you down her throat didn’t, keeping you there for several seconds without any struggle, eyes on you for the entire ride.
It all made you want to return the favor tenfold. With your cock plenty wet, you kept your eyes glued to how well Arin deepthroated your cock with ease, almost hesitant to stop her, not wanting the stream of pleasure to dissipate.
“Yewon, let me taste you now.”
Arin complied, but not without a few more sinful slurps that drove you wild, as she released your cock with a loud pop that let you see how much your cock glistened under the lights. Momentarily, you stood up off the couch and gestured towards the armrest while you kicked the rest of your clothes away. She got your message loud and clear, swiftly getting on her knees and bent over, sticking out that perfect, plump ass to you that you couldn’t get behind any faster.
Looking over her shoulder, Arin leaned more over the armrest, and pressed her thong-clad ass against your aching erection. Your eyes glazed over from the lack of blinking, wondering how such a delicious ass existed that belonged to such a pretty girl, another unanswerable question while you caressed her soft cheeks. Even if you couldn't help but lustfully stare at those covered cheeks, you'd have a stiff neck if you persisted. In one swift motion, you peeled Arin’s tiny thong off her hips, granting your eyes the blessing of that fully exposed ass, alongside her gorgeous, appetizing cunt.
“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath and didn’t waste a second in groping her ass, getting your fingertips in that soft delicate flesh, massaging it gently before outlining the curve of it with your needy fingers. Arin responded in soft moans while you began to pepper in little small kisses to her ass, kissing every inch you could touch.
“Your ass is fucking amazing, Yewon. Have I ever told you that?”
“You’ve mentioned it once or twice, Professor. And almost every time we meet,” she giggled, savoring your adoration of her deliciously ample buttcheeks. God, you could do this all day, those bare cheeks silky soft to the touch, lured in with no chance of escape, so you did what anyone who had ever seen Arin in a short skirt in person never had the chance to—and buried your face in that ass.
You were more than content to suffocate there, nestled between the softest flesh imaginable that would make a pillow jealous, inhaling the sweet scent of Arin. But you couldn’t ignore your hunger, nor could you ignore that divine pussy, or those juicy lips that would give your taste buds a workout. One more inhale, followed by one more moment to rub your face all over those exquisite cheeks, and then you moved down to tease her inner thighs with kisses, alternating between each and gave them the individual attention deserved.
“Professor, you said you were going to taste me,” she whined, her growing impatience becoming more apparent. A little teasing never hurt, but when you had a decadent dessert offered up on a silver platter, it was only polite to dive in.
Spreading her thighs for better access, you dragged your tongue up and down her slit, ending her desperation while coating your tongue with her sweet juices. The first morsel of her tangy taste left you dying for more, and with your hands still squeezing her tight ass, you traced her slick-trapped folds with your tongue, gathering up her nectar with a craving for more. Within seconds, that thirst would be quenched when you darted your tongue against Arin’s sensitive clit, and drank up whatever juices escaped her cunt,
“So fucking delicious,” you hissed, as your tongue became more frantic, and explored the pink flesh offered up, taking a journey of pleasure with no destination. “I could eat you all fucking day.”
“But then who would teach your students? Education is important,” Arin mocked, jerking back when you sucked on her swollen clit in response, which made her thighs quiver against your face.
“Just for that, I think I might fuck you. Harder than you deserve.” Not only for her benefit, but yours, because while you enjoyed every moment of devouring your slutty little student, that ache in your cock became harder to endure—you desperately needed somewhere to shove your shaft into.
“I’m all yours, professor.” Like she was ever anything but, leaning into your touch, practically chasing your tongue while it slid between all that slippery flesh. Then again, your tongue and cock seemed to have different priorities on the matter, fighting for control of Arin’s perfect little pussy.
Moments away from insertion, you wondered how sturdy the lock to your office was. If somehow, someone managed to break in and caught both of you naked in your office, both of your lives would inevitably be fucked, exponentially yours more so. Sleeping with your student was one thing, doing it in the relatively public space of the office you worked years to acquire was another. Almost without a , you’d lose your PhD, your master’s degree, and certainly your entire career. But honestly, you had no time to give a shit about that when you had the hottest student in your class who willingly offered her body up like the free coffee in the teacher’s lounge.
The reality of it all made it hard to care about when you had such a round ass and tight little cunt inches away from your cock. You could see it in Arin’s pretty eyes, the need, the desire, the look of why are you still not inside me yet? A question you would ask yourself, and find an immediate answer when you pushed your shaft inside her heavenly cunt.
You couldn’t find words to voice your pleasure and just groaned when you entered Arin. Unfathomable bliss filled your body when your cock moved in slow plunges, those clinging walls squeezing tight, and urged you deeper. Neither of you spoke for several thrusts, because what was there to say, other than praise, how big you felt inside her, and how utterly drenched she was. That intense, audible wetness when you moved inside Arin’s wet warmth would make sure you planned in advance for next time, because red fabric stained far too easily.
“Professor—“ Arin managed to spit out, a word without meaning, without any follow up, but you were happy to just hear her pretty voice while your hips smacked against those full, rippling cheeks as you began to bottom out her needy cunt.
Her pussy had never felt more incredible. Maybe it was the danger of getting caught that added an extra oomph to the end of your pistoning hips, or the three-day weekend that kept your bodies away from each other an extra day that made every thrust that much more pumped full of ecstasy. Not that you couldn’t visit each other, as you certainly ended up tangled in Arin’s bed sheets on multiple occasions and vice versa, but it dampened the rush.
While Arin thoroughly enjoyed the thrashing you were giving her wet little pussy, being extra careless of how loud the smacks of hot flesh were, you couldn’t have been more preoccupied on that way that perfect ass bounced. Especially after a harsh spank or two that left a mark on her pristine buttcheeks, and for some extra stimulation, you slipped your thumb up her tight little asshole, feeling her clench tighter around your cock.
Judging by the deeper moans let out, she was much more gratified when you simultaneously penetrated her two holes. If only Arin had the same glass dildo with her in that very first selfie sent—she’d never forget the look on your face when you mistakenly checked your phone in the middle of class.
“This pussy is unbelievable, fuck—“
Arin couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly you were breaking down. “I know. You must love my pussy, and the way I cream all over you. But wouldn’t you rather have your perfect cock inside my ass? You've been staring at it nonstop since I walked into your office."
Caught red-handed, you couldn’t admit otherwise. Not that anyone could blame you when she wore such short skirts that hardly covered up her cheeks, or on the rare occasion—didn’t, and conveniently “forgot” to wear underwear. It was rather absurd that your cock wasn’t buried inside her ass with as much time as you spent gawking and worshiping it. But there was only one little problem. “A much as I would love to plow your ass, I don’t have any—“
“Lube? Check my bag.”
One might have questioned why a student would keep a bottle of lube on their belongings, but not you. Not a second thought went by while you rummaged through her bag, moving aside books, notepads, lotions, and makeup pouches until you found your desired treasure.
“Warm me up a little?” Arin asked when you rejoined her on the couch. Not that she really needed it, but moreso wanted it, and your tongue hadn’t gotten the action it deserved. Setting aside the bottle for now, your tongue took the same route, licking a long stripe up her wet cunt, and made a detour towards her puckered hole. This time, you refrained from any teasing, instead licking short circles around her asshole, then spread her fleshy cheeks wide to grant better access and plunged your tongue inside.
“Professor!”
Arin’s beautiful gasps filled your ears as you spread her cheeks wider and lapped at her asshole, using your tongue like a dildo, hitting every little nerve that caused a chain reaction of bliss, a parade of stimulation. You never took the same path twice while you tonguefucked her tight little hole, using sloppy movements to saturate the rim of her ass in saliva, and refused to let your tongue rest, not that a break would ever be necessary when Arin tasted so good. If her juicy cunt was a dessert, then for sure her ass was a buffet you could feast upon and never quite be full.
“I wonder what people would think if they walked in right now to see my professor’s tongue shoved up my asshole.”
“I think they’d be wondering where the back of the line was.”
That small grin from her lips disappeared into an open mouth moan while you continued to tongue her sweet asshole, and dug your fingers into the soft flesh of her buttcheeks, keeping them spread wide as they could go to satiate your appetite.
“Mmm, fuck, that tongue feels so good. You really know how to eat a girl’s ass, don’t you, professor?” Unwilling to say a word that would interrupt your meal, you accepted her praise in silence and swirled your tongue in every direction imaginable, slobbering all over that tasty tight hole.
“God, professor, you’re amazing. But I think I’m warmed up enough, don’t you?” With much reluctance you would agree, even if meant your tongue would have to leave her beautiful backside, but the main event would soon await.
That didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy one more moment filling your hands with Arin’s cheeks, as you admired her glistening asshole that would soon be reintroduced to your greedy cock. She sank down into the couch; her face pressed down and ass raised up, not wanting to be empty much longer. Naturally, it would be hard for anyone to stay idle with those cheeks between your fingers, with such a spankable ass at your mercy, and you had to pry yourself from fondling that ass, or you’d never stop.
You weren’t in a rush when you lubed up your cock and slid two fingers inside Arin’s saliva drenched asshole, adding more slick liquid than necessary. A poor excuse to test that puckered hole once more, using the pretense of preparation to finger her tight ass, a preview of that intense clench that you’d feel more of later.
“Fuck, don’t keep me waiting, professor. Need you in my ass, stretching me out like you always do. Stop teasing and fill me already.”
Arin wanted it almost more than you did, and it was far too easy to keep her on edge, but eventually two fingers became one, until your last digit withdrew from her ass, leaving her restless with anticipation. All out of patience yourself, you didn’t dare dream of making Arin wait much longer, and guided your cockhead between those luscious cheeks as you nudged against her divine asshole.
With little reason to prolong the inevitable, you caught Arin’s gaze when she looked over her shoulder again, eyes brimming with impatience. You took a necessary deep breath, one that Arin matched, and sank into her hot, tight asshole, already overwhelmed by that impossible tightness. One plunge wasn’t enough, and you didn’t stop until the tip of your cock disappeared, swallowed up by an ass sculpted by the gods, with the additional pressure such a mind-numbing sensation that made you throb like you never had before.
“More, professor. More,” Arin pleaded, unsatisfied by just your thick cockhead penetrating her snug little hole, a request you had no intention to deny. For a moment, you pulled out so you could rewatch the way your cock slid inside her plump ass, and her body accepted you with ease, her snug walls gripping your cock much harsher than her cunt.
“You’re so goddamn tight, Yewon, fuck,” you groaned with both hands firmly on those perfect pale cheeks, and pumped into Arin at an agonizingly slow pace, stretching her out more and more, and savored every last movement before you were even balls deep. Fitting your cock into Arin’s tight little asshole didn’t come easy, even after several deep breaths and relaxed muscles, but it was a struggle you would gladly take on, all in the name of pleasure.
“Deeper, professor, go deeper. Please let me take all of you, stretch my little asshole.”
She whimpered and groaned the more your girth impaled her ass, arching her back higher, and that constricting grip around your shaft intensified the deeper you went, further provoking you to fill her up to the hilt. Almost flush to the base against her firm cheeks, you watched the lustful expression etched on Arin’s face, taking note of her open mouth, widened eyes, and how her palms flattened against the couch cushions, desperate to be stretched wider.
After a rather harsh movement of your hips, you lodged your cock deep inside her asshole until you were finally balls deep, immediately taking another thrust, then a third, experiencing such sharp pleasure that would only repeat itself as you buried yourself in those warm depths, opening her up to allow the deepest penetration manageable. “This what you wanted, Yewon? My cock all the way up this tight fucking asshole?”
Arin scrambled to grab onto anything, digging her fingers into the fabric of the couch.“Yes! Oh my god, you feel so good, so deep inside me. Keep me full like this, please—“
With a pleading look like that, you didn’t need any more persuasion. “Fucking slut. Look at you, dripping all over my couch. Gonna have fun explaining this to the custodian.”
“I can’t help it, professor, you fuck me so well. You’ll just have to get a new couch, I don’t think cum is easy to get out.”
“That depends how many loads I dump in you today.”
“Oh? Were you planning on going for round two, professor?”
“Yeah, Yewon. Thanks to you, I think my office hours are officially canceled today.”
Arin would be pleased that only she could see you today, knowing the reason why any student entering your office during specified hours would be met would a locked door, while on the other side she’d be flat on her back covered in sweat, on her knees, or bouncing on your cock.
Meanwhile, her greed got the best of her, and she began to fuck herself back on your cock, moaning with every push against you, eager to be split open even more. Even better than that, it freed up your hands, and gave free rein to slap that bouncy bubble butt, something you desired the moment she walked into your office.
With much delight you gave a quick spank to both cheeks, not letting time pass without the soft flesh rippling, and slapped each cheek one by one, again, and again, and again, the sound growing louder with every smack.
The slaps on her ass came in succession without delay, and each rippled her cheeks in a hypnotic fashion, filling the room with sounds of moans and whimpers. As your attention shifted to one cheek, each smack given turned the delicate flesh redder, and the only respite offered came in between harsh strikes when you massaged her tender cheeks.
And you were just getting started.
While Arin kept fucking herself on your cock and opened herself more, you gave harder and harder spanks on her delicious backside, contemplating how an ass could have so much insane jiggle, every smack generating more and more recoil on those luscious cheeks.
“I love it when you spank me, professor. Spank me while I take your cock up my ass, spank me like the naughty little student I am.”
Her ass rippled in a way that could only be described as beautiful, while a loud gasp or desperate cry for more left her lips following more reddened flesh. Arin had some of the best hips you had the pleasure to grab, and they never stopped moving as she slammed her cheeks down on your cock, ensuring you stayed embedded inside her puckered hole, and refused to let you leave that unrelenting tightness.
The flesh of her ass became so red, so sensitive, that you had to cease for a moment just to savor the noises she made, and rubbed the sting out of one side, letting it return when you flattened your palm and smacked her thick ass like the crack of a whip.
Looking down, both of Arin’s asscheeks were the way you loved them—bright red, tender, and plastered with palm prints. You would make sure they remained that way for days, as you doubled down, smacking either side of her ass in harsh succession, before grabbing her hips and reclaimed control of her ass. All those smacks on her rear combined with those thrusts she took inside escalated her arousal, making it easier to pound her ass. And you did so without holding back, fucking her into the couch the way she deserved, guided by the sounds of sweet bliss that left her lips.
Arin was right—you would need a whole new couch after this. You could see how much of her arousal dripped down her thighs, already staining the fabric that matched the color of her sore buttcheeks, and that was before the thick load that would soon leak out of her.
“Professor—“ Arin had trouble forming words, thanks to your cock repeatedly gaping her asshole and impaling her insides, melting away into bliss until it was all she could think about. “God, you fuck me so well, professor. But why haven’t you cum yet? Don’t you need to?”
Eventually, you would, but not until you spent enough time reaming her tight little body, firmly planted in Arin’s asshole, that she would dream about how good your cock felt inside her. “Because I’m enjoying your ass way too much. Gonna keep fucking it as long as I can until my balls get drained.”
“Well, then keep fucking me, professor. Fuck me until you fill my tight asshole up all the way. I’ll be a good little cum dump. Can’t wait to feel that hot load inside me…”
A pretty girl like Arin uttering such vulgarity like that drove you almost as insane as the ass you were pounding. Seeing her plump cheeks alone with their vivid red hue kept you going, and it was more than enough to keep you rock hard, even if your hips were at their limit. But you had enough stamina left to keep yourself buried in her ass, watching every little detail on her perfect, sweaty face etched with ecstasy.
One more smack on her delicious ass became a lit fuse of unavoidable tension manifesting in your balls that meant every thrust now came with a countdown. But before you could reach the finish line, you kept your eyes glued to the heart-shaped ass your cock pummeled, chasing that edge while dancing on a tight-rope of bliss that you were bound to topple over at any moment.
Not even a black hole could contain your combined lust, or all your built-up carnal desires to wreck Arin’s impeccable body, because sometimes—there was nothing better than ruining something beautiful.
The sweat down her back, the way her disheveled hair clung to her naked skin, and the way she pleaded for you to cum, it all painted a highly detailed picture that you would put the finishing touches on by smacking your hips against her body one last time, then buried your shaft in that unforgettable tightness before you finally erupted inside her.
While you spilled thick semen into her ass, you couldn’t tell who needed this release more—but given how much you throbbed as your shaft emptied in her asshole, you had never felt this euphoric, groaning in relief while filling Arin to the brim. It wasn’t even a challenge to stay there, barely moving a muscle as her tight hole milked your cock dry, prolonging your unyielding twitches and throbs. The real feat would be pulling out, because even after your climax ran its course, you wanted nothing more but to stay inside that warmth, cockwarming her ass for eternity.
“P-professor…” Arin couldn’t say much, and your heavy breathing echoed her own. Every tired pant she made gave your cock a new twitch, like trying to empty more inside her body.
“Fuck, it feels so warm and thick inside me, professor. Wasn’t this worth canceling your office hours?” Way past your scheduled time, you hadn’t even remembered to put up a notice, but given your focus on destroying Arin’s ass, it was no wonder you hadn’t heard a single knock—hopefully nobody needed to meet up with you today, or maybe the cries of pleasure from inside spoke for you.
“This ass is worth canceling everything,” you said, as you began to catch your breath. Reluctantly, you began to withdraw from Arin, one little inch at time, until you were no longer inside her, and intently watched your cum leak out from her gaped asshole in a slow drip that became a thick downpour that stained her thighs, your couch, and anywhere else it pleased. You were powerless to save your couch, but you didn’t care. A worthy sacrifice.
Collapsing to one side of the cushions your body preferred, Arin came tumbling after, her sweaty body clinging against your own. “And having my professor pound my ass was worth missing class.”
You moved hair out of her eyes, as the two of you exchanged tired smiles. “I guess I should be responsible and get ready to teach my next class.”
As a pout formed on her lips, Arin kissed your bare skin, never yielding her insatiable hunger. “That’s no fun. When is it?”
“In about forty-five minutes.” In actuality, you had an hour, but you’d need to locate a shower and figure out how the hell to make the smell of sex in your office disperse before then. And the stains on the couch would be a problem for a different day.
“Perfect. Just enough time to rail me again. Because I’m not leaving your office without another load inside me.”
“And you’re not leaving wearing those pretty panties either.”
“Deal, professor. They’ll be waiting on your desk.”
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NOW I NEED TO LET MY INNER GRAPHIC DESIGNER OUT AND MAKE A BANNER
this is so painful
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open to: m/f/nb / connection: age gap (21+ only please)--- strangers, business partner/neighbor/friend’s child, etc... sky’s the limit (please RESPECT my rules)
( 💔 ) ⋅ ⋅ he had been PLAYING along with their games for the past half hour--- gently teasing them when they flirted or redirecting lingering touches. arin had even politely excused himself from their conversation before leaving, something usually reserved for more important acquaintances. lingering just outside of the club’s dance floor, the elder scrolls through his phone to check for any new messages when he feels someone’s body press against him & lips sloppily collide with his earlobe. arin knew who it was before he redirected his gaze towards them, a firm sigh slipping from his lips as his phone was returned to his back pocket. only a few seconds have passed since they approached him that he’s lifting his arm and letting fingers thread into their hair... without any indication his hand pulls tightly into a fist, hair locked between digits, before yanking their head back. “jesus FUCKIN’ christ...” there’s bewilderment & a dash of agitation staining his voice as he speaks; reluctantly meeting the eyes of the cockiest & most idiotic person in the club (in arin’s view at least). “you always try ‘n bite off more than ya’ can fuckin’ chew or just on the WEEKENDS?”
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Can I be your favorite?
Pairing: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader
Summary: In search of information, Law meets an archaeologist who brings all his insecurities and jealousies to the surface.
Warnings: porn with practically no plot, explicit content, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, almost declarations of love. Law and F!Reader already have a "relationship" (depending on your point of view, it could even be part of A not so funny story). Despite bringing some canonical details, it diverges a little from the story.
A/N: a few days ago an edit with this song appeared on my fy and it just stuck in my head and this idea came to me.
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Law seemed increasingly interested in the search for the Poneglyphs. It was the third island you visited that he knew where to find certain information. This time, only you and him disembarked from Polar Tang, the justification was that it would be something quick, just finding an informant.
You just didn't expect such information to be with an archaeologist. A beautiful, blonde and hot archaeologist. Law had already told you about her and how fame preceded her, how she liked to use men to her advantage and pleasure. That immediately set off an alert in your mind.
"What is she doing here?" was the first thing the woman said when she saw you entering the bar, which was the meeting point. "From what I remember, I said I would exchange the information in exchange for you coming alone, Mr. Surgeon of Death."
"You'd trade the information for money, Arine." he corrected her. "She's the strategist of my crew, I need her in these types of meetings."
The woman turned her nose in your direction and took Law by one of her arms, leading him into the bar. Just by the atmosphere of the place you knew that the woman had a certain influence there. Glances – both drawn and protective – danced around Arine. In a way, it made you feel out of place, it was as if you had the wrong clothes, the wrong hair, everything wrong, just a mere figure following the two of them.
At one of the tables further back, the woman sat down, almost merging her body with Law's, forcing you to sit on the opposite side. You even tried to avoid it, but her meek tone of voice and the hands that made a point of touching Law in every gap made a gray cloud of jealousy appear in you. As much as you ended your nights in the captain's room and were woken up by his kisses, you knew that nothing had been established. He was free to even be with the disgusting blonde in front of you.
Law, on the other hand, noticed the ignorance of the woman in your direction. The unwanted touches on him, Arine's provocative voice, but the information she brought matched what he was looking for, besides the fact that if he disagreed with the woman and ended up getting into an argument he would be putting both of you at risk.
"So..." the blonde's voice sounded more irritating than usual. "I don't believe you came just looking for information. The island is huge, I believe there is a favorite thing for you to do." even from across the table, you could see her throw her legs over Law's. "Or someone's favorite."
"My favorite thing here is you and the information you can give." he spoke harshly, immediately noticing the unfortunate choice of words.
That was the limit for you. Okay, there was no way she could know the history between the two of you, but you weren't obligated to watch Law make the slightest effort to get out of that situation. Your hands slammed harder than you expected against the table as soon as you stood up, attracting both of their attention.
"I'm going to get a drink." your eyes remained fixed on Law's and soon you turned your back to both of them.
Law could read the jealousy in your eyes as soon as you walked away, he knew he would need to invest his time in correcting it. He watched Arine get up and call you. He could have sworn you would kill the woman right then and there.
"You there." Arine poked your shoulder. "Get a drink..." she started, speaking louder so everyone would think everything was okay. "And get out of here. I believe that my Law is not very comfortable in the presence of his employees. You are hindering my efforts to taste him."
"What?" your voice came from your lips in disbelief. It wasn't possible that you were listening to that, as much as you wanted to finish her off, your priority was to help Law with the Poneglyphs. "Yes ma'am."
You turned your back on her and went to the bar, ordering a dose of whatever strong shit they could offer you. You wanted to disappear, just erase your mere and insignificant existence at that moment. A hand touched your waist and you looked hopeless. Just another asshole in that place.
Law watched Arine return, with a malicious smile on her lips and throw her body on top of him again. His body tensed with hatred at each touch from the woman. You wouldn't touch him like that in public, why would she have any right?
"Where do we stop?" she asked and before Law could respond, he watched a man approach you and touch your waist.
"I need to go." Law started to get up, but was stopped by the woman.
"Don't worry about your pet, my man will take good care of her. Even simple little things like her deserve a good night." Arine said close to his ear. "I have a hotel a few meters away, we can have our good night there."
Law only lasted a few seconds of the woman speaking, while the scene unfolded in front of him. The man remained glued to you, his hand remained on your waist but the disgust was clear in your eyes. Law was tired of it. He turned towards Arine and, pretending to fall for her charms, he ran his hand down the woman's leg.
"Is he your trusted man?"
"The best I have." she replied, proud of finally making Law give in. "Your little pet will like it." His hands went down to Arine's calves and as soon as he reached the small dagger he had seen hidden in her boot, he pulled it out and stuck it on the table. Soon after, Law allowed his powers to create a blue beam on his hand and the sharp object.
"Get him away from her now." Law snapped. Anyone watching from afar would never have imagined that he was about to kill a man. "I'd hate to have this show up instead of his necklace."
The woman whistled and snapped her finger twice and the man released you immediately, to Law's relief. Maybe you weren't the only person who let yourself be consumed by jealousy.
"You value your pet too much."
Law took the knife from the table and brought it to the girl's throat, noticing that the bar immediately stopped to watch them.
"Keep her out of your damn mouth." Law threw the dagger on the table and took out a small bag of berris from his pocket. "Our treaty ends here."
"It is a shame." the woman handed him a small card. By damn irony, it was the same hotel you two were at. "Come see me if you change your mind."
Law left the woman talking to herself and looked around the bar. You were gone. He considered returning the dagger to the woman's throat and asking if she had anything to do with it, but something told him no. The only answer he had was that you had gone to your base point, the hotel.
After flirting, asking you to go somewhere else and even threatening you because the man had a "job to do", just like that the man let you go. Trying not to understand the situation and moving away from that madhouse that was the bar, Arine and all the idiots involved, you returned to the hotel.
The first thing you did was take off your shoes. Why get ready for a damn meeting? Just Arine's presence made it clear that you were no match. You couldn't stop thinking about where Law could be, what the two of them could be doing. "My only favorite thing here is you" Law's words were still echoing in your mind when you heard a few knocks on the door.
Without bothering to think, you opened it, finding Law apparently without much patience.
"Are you ok?" he asked, entering the room.
The hurt consumed you and seemed to suffocate the angry words that surfaced and died in your lack of courage. But despite everything, he was still there and not with her.
"May I ask why you're pouting?" Law closed the door behind him, watching you cross the room and sit on the bed.
The sight of you with your arms crossed and a pout - just like a tantruming child - was cute but it was clear that something was bothering you and Law knew exactly what it was. He just wanted to press your buttons and see how far your hatred for Arine would go or if something had actually happened and he would need to start a hunt.
"I'm not pouting." As much as you wanted to go on a silence strike, you knew it would be immature - and maybe even wrong.
"Now you're doing even more." a barely audible laugh left his lips. The man placed Kikoku against the door and started to watch you. "I think I have a hunch what this is about."
"Of course, dear Arine must have told you." the venom in your voice gave away everything Law needed to know.
"Why did you disappear? Did that idiot do something?"
"I hated that place." you just responded, finding Law looking at you in a worried way.
"Not what I asked."
"Long story short, he wanted to fuck me, but I'm not that good."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Captain, I don't want to talk about it." You stood up, heading towards the door but a hand stopped you from continuing. "Besides, you should be wasting time with Arine."
"Are you really going to fall for her conversation?"
"I heard you." you just said. "Your favorite girl, in fact, she's the one who asked me to leave. You wouldn't feel comfortable with her "tasting" you in front of your employees." you imitated her tone of voice.
The cynicism in your voice as well as the bright line in the waterline of your eyes created an alert in the doctor's mind. Perhaps Arine's manipulation had gone too far, Law was beginning to consider it a bad idea to have given in - or at least pretended - that the woman's charms didn't even come close to what you did to him. His hand let go of yours, only to let you reach the door. Before your hand touched the doorknob, it was covered by Law's, which locked the door. He needed to make it up to you and he didn't want to be interrupted by it.
"Please don't do that. I hated her as much as you did." he turned you around, coming face to face with you. "There's no need to be jealous. What can I do to make it up to you?"
"I don't know." you let your face fall to the side his hand touched you, appreciating the small gesture. Law could manipulate you however he wanted, you would gladly accept it. "I just wanted to be pretty like her. You know, be your favorite."
Law could have replied that you were the most beautiful woman there - and for him, in all the seas, but he preferred other methods to convince you. Not allowing much time for you to continue mumbling, his body pressed against yours, his hand cupped your face and his lips collided with yours. His tongue passed under your lips, causing you to open them and give Law space to take you. It was like a fight for air and to ward off all those bad feelings that night had brought you. Impetuously Law invaded your mouth, purred against your lips, finally after that horrible night he could take you.
Your hands reached his shirt and unbuttoned it button by button, throwing it to some deserted corner of the small room. Wetness accumulated in your intimacy as you allowed your hands to pass over Law's abdomen, going down until you found a hard volume. Your fingers began to press against him, drawing small patterns on the tip of his dick.
"Do you want to taste it? You know, only you can." he whispered, hearing a please escape your lips. "Get on your knees."
You promptly followed his orders. Feeling your hands itch, you placed them on his thighs and allowed your lips to run along the coarse fabric of his jeans. In your field of vision you can see two tattooed hands unbuttoning the piece without any rush. Law watched your lips change the fabric of your jeans for the black underwear that covered them.
"Are you that eager?" again, the same low tone, the same teasing behind his voice.
His cock appeared in your field of vision and in a slow counterpoint to your anxiety, your tongue just slowly slid along its entire length, from base to tip. One of your hands reached the base, giving you space to cup his balls in your lips. Law's hand that was holding him against the door went down to his cock, taking it from your lips.
"Don't be mean." He pointed the tip at you, sliding it over your lips. "Do you remember how to ask it to stop?" He took one of your hands and placed it on his leg again. Two beats: a pause for breath, three beats: stop immediately.
You just nodded, opening your mouth and batting your eyelashes in Law's direction. The innocent look, the anxiety that was clear in you, the invasion was sudden, Law had already put up with too much of your provocation. His hand joined your hair, pushing you against the wall as he thrust deep into your throat, starting slowly and quickly increasing the speed.
"Is that what you want?" the tattooed fingers got even more tangled in your hair "It's only yours, take it all in"
The air seemed increasingly rarefied and your eyes stung with some involuntary tears at the same time you could feel your panties getting even wetter and your voice producing involuntary moans, your body reacted to the grunts coming from the man above you. Your eyes met Law's and you found one of the most beautiful scenes you had ever seen. A little sweat accumulated on his face, his chest rose and fell euphorically and his eyes focused on you. As if it were still possible, Law, noticing your gaze lost in theirs, stuck his dick even deeper into your throat.
"Fucking beautiful." he murmured, taking his dick out of you and watching you catch your lost breath. With his hands still stuck in your hair, he pulled you to your feet again. "The most beautiful woman, all mine."
One of the few remaining tears ran down your face and you felt it burn even more when Law slid his tongue over your cheek, licking it and erasing it from existence. All mine his voice whispered again. Leaving his clothes - and consequently you - behind, Law walked to the bed, sitting down and looking at you from afar. Even with the distance you could still see Law lost after you sucked him. His eyes danced over your body.
"Come here, take off your clothes for me, please." damn it. Hearing Law ask you for something silly, eyes still shining from watching you suck him was a little too much for you. You walked over to him, stopping between the man's legs. The first thing you took off was your blouse, followed shortly by the skirt and panties you were wearing.
"And you still ask if you're my favorite." Law murmured something that you suspected was just his thought, still trapped in a trance.
"Am I?" you used the same teasing tone he usually used, as he had just a few minutes ago. Your legs passed through Law's body, wrapping around his waist. Using equal strength for both of you, Law pulled you and lay down on the bed. “Law…” your warning tone appeared as you saw him pull you away from his dick, towards his face.
"My favorite, my only, the most beautiful..." he listed unpretentiously "What do you need to understand?" He started kissing your thighs, which were already around his cheeks. "Let me prove it to you."
Law pulled your hips down, your pussy falling over his lips. You had to suppress a scream when you felt his tongue travel all over your vulva, stopping at your clit. His hands settled on your thighs as you tried to roll against him, looking for more friction. The suppressed screams soon began to escape your lips in low moans every time you felt him slide his tongue inside you.
Law was usually methodical, he took as long as he needed to make you cum but now it was different. You could feel your even wetter pussy while Law grunting beneath you as squeezed you even tighter and sucked your clit without worrying about the mess made on his face. The precipice seemed just seconds away when he stopped, taking you off of him and placing you back on his hips. His lips were dripping with your honey as was his chin and your legs were still shaking from the orgasm that was behind you. Law's hand went up to his hair and took off the last piece of clothing on his body: the hat, placing it on your head.
"You know you are mine, just mine, just as I am yours." his hands slid over your breasts, going down and pulling your hips, fitting your entrance to his cock. "Ride me, take what's yours."
"Fuck Law." you moaned softly, feeling every inch of him fill you.
You could feel wet, but it was never enough when Law entered you. When you reach the base of his dick, you can feel him grunting along with you, his hands tightening the skin of your ass even more as his hips press into you.
You started slowly, your hands resting on Law's chest while your hips rose and fell millimeters, not wanting to move away from the feeling of being filled by him, of having every inch of your pussy filled. As the speed increased, your moans began to echo throughout the room and one of your hands involuntarily went up to your mouth, covering it.
"No, babe." Law pulled your hand and, with the other, held your two arms behind your back. "We're not in Polar Tang, I want to be able to hear you scream, at least today."
His feet planted themselves on the bed and Law began to move his hips against yours. He thrust hard, the noise of bodies coming together was as loud as your moans and you could also hear the words coming out louder and louder from his lips.
"Your little pussy is squeezing me so much, so good." He used one of his hands to find your breast, squeezing the nipple between his fingers and hearing you scream.
"Harder, please love." the word that escaped your lips worked as fuel for Law.
The hand holding your hands let go and your body fell against his chest. One of Law's tattooed hands got tangled in your hair while the other circled your back and attached itself to your waist. Sweet whispered nothings and screams of pure pleasure echoed throughout the room, leaving your lips and falling into Law's ears like pure delight.
"Fuck, cum for me babe" Law's lips found the sensitive spot below your ear. "I want to see my girl soak me."
The words were enough for you to feel your vision turn white and your body soften in Law's arms, while you used his name as a mantra. Without waiting for you to recover, Law held you on his lap, still inside you and took you to the nearest wall, starting to thrust into you mercilessly again.
"It's too much, please."
"Just a little more." Law murmured, his face stuck in the back of your neck, biting every piece of exposed skin. "Just give me one more."
"Damn, right there." Your voice was thin and broken, almost inaudible. Law hit the right spot inside you and in your limited field of vision, you could see the red tone on Law's skin just below your nails. "L-Law! I'm feeling something... Damn Law!"
Law could feel his dick getting wet as he watched you having a squirt that from your reaction he believed was the first time. His name sounded like the hottest thing he had ever heard and when he saw your pussy gushing he couldn't control himself and came, filling you with his seed, that would be a worry for later.
"I-I..." you started to speak to even that seemed too much for you, and you just let your head fall on his shoulder.
Feeling your body weak, Law guided you back to the bed, allowing you to lie against his body. The tattooed hands drew something invisible on your skin and your breathing was labored. "The wall... the neighbors..." you tried to list, still feeling weak. When you looked up to see if Law was listening to you, you found him smiling mischievously. "What are you thinking?"
"I heard we have an interesting neighbor here at the hotel." the pieces fell into place, making your face burn in embarrassment.
"She's going to hate me, even more."
"If it helps you, she already hated you." Law explained, caressing your cheek. "In the bar, she was the one who told that guy to talk to you."
"Ah, that doesn't make me feel any better. You mean a guy only hit on me because she asked?"
"What does that mean?" He seemed indignant and you quickly tried to correct yourself.
"I was already feeling ugly, that didn't make it much better."
"Do you need one more to understand how beautiful you are?" you knew exactly what Law was telling you about and you felt your face burn with shyness. "She's just a frustrated person, don't worry about anything she told you."
"Sour, damn blonde." you mumbled, earning a laugh from Law, who whispered your name softly, catching your attention.
"You know you're the only one, right?" he asked and you nodded. "And that you are amazing and beautiful."
"You're also the only one." his eyes followed your smile, as you snuggled into him. "And incredible, beautiful, strong. If I keep listing them, I'll end up putting you to sleep." you laughed, seeing Law acquire a more serious expression. "A coin for your thought"
"I-I... I lo..." he could remember what you had called him, he knew very well the feelings he had for you, but it seemed so difficult to bring them to the surface.
He still remembered when he allowed himself to actually feel that way for someone and watch those people leave him. Law knew he couldn't bear to see you go through the same thing. Taking him out of his daydreams and the speech stuck on his lips, you reached out to reach Law's forehead and place a small kiss, before then cuddling up to him again.
"I know. And so do I." you had your own fears, your own traumas and fears, you understood his fear.
For now it would be better this way, if your love remained between the two of you.
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