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dudecunt · 4 months

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mom who slaps and hauls her bratty son around to put him on his knees, the outline of her cock hard and obvious in her sweats in front of his waiting face. he's trembling, afraid, but not even crying, more confused than anything. when she tugs her waistband down it frees her dick, bouncing, angry with arousal in front of his face. before he can even hesitate she's pinching his nose, waiting for him to splutter before clamping his mouth shut. she laughs darkly seeing his face, the rage and disbelief in his eyes amusing to her, nostrils closed beneath her fingers. he shudders in...disgust, yes, when she bumps her cock against his lips, a glob of thick precum sticking to the seam of his mouth.

"open your fucking mouth you bratty bitch," she hisses, taking her free hand to slap his cheek hard. "open it or else you don't get to breathe."

he's stubborn, but he has to gasp for air eventually, the tip of her cock keeping his lips open. he thinks for a moment about biting. this was so fucked up he could barely believe it was happening. she grits her teeth, sliding more of her cock into his mouth, and it's unreal, all of it. "don't fucking think about it unless you want your asshole destroyed today. i'll leave you naked on the fucking street after. watch your teeth."

she allows him to breathe while coaxing his throat open, and he feels her shiver against him when his nose is buried in her pubes. he gags at the intrusion of his throat, spit flooding around her cock and dribbling partially to the floor. unbelievably, she gets harder in his mouth.

"attaboy," she mutters, which he ignores, trying to shift around in his place on the floor from pure discomfort, nothing else. his eyes flutter back when she pulls him off her cock slow to the tip, then sliding all the way back in, her answering moans each time she taps the back of his throat and feels it spasm rich and pleased. his hands grip his own thighs clumsily for any sort of anchorage, trying to cope with something so fucking big reshaping his throat.

she pulls him off her cock and he can't help but, for a moment, watch it bob in front of his face, strings of spit connecting all over its length to his tongue and lips, and he sucks in desperate puffs of air, a mix of thick saliva and precum spilling down his chin to his t-shirt. he looks back up at her, feeling her tug at his hair a little and he jolts, trying his best to stay perfectly still even as she jerks her creamy cock head right in front over him. "mom," he grits, sounding way less angry than he planned on sounding, something like a fucking whine underlying his words.

she chuckles, sounding a bit surprised. "fuck," she sighs, "you're so cute. you look like you like this."

he scoffs. "why th'fuck --" and he's cut off by her slapping the length of her cock against his face, pushing her balls against his lips. "mom stop. y'rfucking sick, i hate you," he tries, more muffled as she groans looking down at him totally degraded.

"such a little shit. suck my balls."

he's a little weirded out at the speed at which he listens, but he's just doing it so this is over soon. she seems to be getting close from all the stuttered moans and whimpery gasps she's letting out. she fists the tip of her cock, still laying on his face as he lavishes her sac with his tongue, and then her hips are jolting. he feels her balls tightening, the pulse of her heavy dick, and horrifyingly, his eyelids flutter with the rawness of it all. something definitive stirs in his gut when her cum hits his hair, his entire body shivering, mouth still working at her sac.

"knew you were a slut," she murmurs, "fucking whore. is this why you run through so many girlfriends?" she spits, yanking him away from her, lugging him back up to drag him to her queen bed and toss him over its edge. he bows at his waist when he stumbles, face burning with mortification. "what the fuck are you talking about," he says, voice hoarse, trying to get back up only for his mother to manhandle him fully onto the bed. he knows. he already knows, but he feigns ignorance, hoping she'll drop it --

she's yanking his shirt off now, ignoring his squeak of shock to palm at his tender tits and thumb at his nipples. she slaps the hand looking to grab at her arms and do something, shove her away, anything, before simply ignoring his continued pushing and pulling at her working hands. "mom, mom, stop--"

"i'm talking about you and those seedy fuckin' girls you're always bringing in my house," she mutters, her hands trailing down to his stomach to massage there and against his waist in a move that's so oddly soft his efforts falter for a moment. "wha'?" he says, sounding so stupid, so dizzied.

"god, they're awful," and she's yanking his joggers off along with his briefs to toss them across the room completely, "wondered what you saw in them until i kept hearing you getting drilled through your fuckin' bed through the walls. then you dump 'em like it's nothing."

she tugs him down towards her by his hips, and only then does he realize he's stopped fighting, eyes blown wide as he listens to his mother's admissions. "that's --" and fuck, she's spreading his legs to get between them, they cannot do this. "wait, mom," he says, rushed, voice dying when she lowers herself down to his -- oh. his throbbing, soaked cunt.

he's dripping down his asshole to the sheets. a hint of grating, infuriating smugness underlies her face. he glares as best he can, but he feels like he just looks dumb.

"huh," she says simply, worming her arms between his legs so she can spread his pussy wide with her thumbs. it feels like lightning shooting through his body, and he twitches with it. fuck.

"guess i was right. did all that just to piss me off, huh. needed mom to fuck you properly?"

he squeezes his eyes shut, even as he feels globs of slick gushing from his hole. "you're so disgusting. you're so fucking --"

his breath catches when her lips kiss his clit, and now all of his effort and energy is going into not making noise. maybe the -- the wetness is a fluke. maybe it's just his body protecting him, he thinks weakly as her tongue slips down to flutter against his hole and clit in tandem. his hips jerk, her mouth hot against his cunt, dipping down, nose tapping against the throbbing nub as she drinks down his juices. yeah, maybe his body is just preparing...in case she tries to rape him with her cock. she's big, after all. pathetically, his breath catches on a whine and he gushes even more. this can't be real.

begrudgingly, he realizes how much better she is at this than any of his shitty girlfriends. he's...admittedly, he's never been this messy before either. he tries not to think about it and moves to tangle his hands in his mom's hair, tugging -- away, he thinks...?

she grunts, ignoring the pitiful amount of pressure applied to her scalp, laving a wet, expert tongue against the pulsing bud in her mouth. "christ, you taste incredible," she whispers, and his whole body twitches even more, head rolling back. he's trying to understand why, how...what's going on? he's throbbing so badly. her arms are wrapped around his thighs and they're so warm, so secure. too late does he notice himself rocking up into her mouth.

"fuck," he manages, sounding wet and crackly, disbelieving. "mom, pl --" and he stops himself, shaking his head. no fucking way. something coils tight in his stomach, sinking down into his core. no WAY. he can't.

"y'can," she encourages, her voice reverberating against his pussy, her tongue and lips working him open, worshipping his clit, stimulating him in ways he thought were exaggerations before his mom of all fucking people proved his beliefs wrong.

awfully, his body starts to spasm. "'mgonna cum," he says, sounding fucking miserable even as his body radiates pure heat, singing along with her ministrations.

she pulls away.

the denial feels like a punch to the gut and a blessing all at once. "holyshit," he rushes out, a mixture of gratitude and pure irritation flooding throughout him. "oh my god." he closes his eyes, unwilling to look at her.

he tries to scramble away but she's tugging him back down against her, both legs pressed together and held against one of her shoulders. his eyes flash open. she can't be serious. "mom, don't. seriously," he rushes out, looking her right in her eyes while he tries not to crumble under her gaze, filthy and predatory. she licks her lips. "so you weren't being serious before?"

"idon't --" he starts, sobbing once when she lowers her waistband completely, not bothering to shed any clothes fully. "you know that's not what i meant please. please mom," he says, voice shaking, and now the tears are coming, hot and streaming down his face. "i'm ovulating. you can't, you can't."

she lets out a sigh that's all rumble. "jesus fucking christ," she mumbles, seeming actually conflicted. her cock's pressed up against his thighs, hard again, seemingly even more so. but she can't, they shouldn't. all the wrongness that clouded over as his orgasm reached closer just moments before has started to roll over him, nausea in his stomach along with pure white-hot arousal. horrifically, it doesn't cut into any of it, doesn't stop how bad his boycunt is pulsing for his mom, how slick continues to pool under the small of his back. "we can't," he says, weak, disgusted with himself. because he doesn't know if he could say the same about not wanting to.

his mom looks to the ceiling, eyes closed, dick pulsing. he feels a bit of precum leak from her. he takes in the line of her throat, the shaky, heavy breaths she's trying to take in, her plump lips, full lashes. he's not going to think about how pretty she is right now. unbelievable.

"ugh," she decides, tugging his legs open. "fuck it. i'll get you a plan B. i'm gonna breed the fuck out of you," and despite his sputtering, his little nononos and mom you can'ts, she's pushing inside him with a horrifying ease.

he's so wet, so open, and she didn't even finger him but he...

"you're taking me so well," she coos, hands pressed down on his thighs, only smiling down at his tear-stained, terrified face. her eyes are blown completely black. "fuck," she husks, hips stuttering halfway in his cunt. "calm down, honey. you're squeezing me too tight."

something in him snaps. with clumsy hands, he covers hers with his own gently. "'msorry," he blurts, trying to relax. he's so fucking turned on. he's so turned on he can't believe it. "pull --" he chokes, hips pathetically trying to grind forward despite the broken request. "mommy, pull out, i need to --"

she groans at the name, one he still calls her every so often playfully -- he swore it was innocent, but it has such a dark tinge to it now. and she listens, cock slipping out so he can squirt all over it and her sheets with a drunken moan. she chuckles, working her dick back in.

"y'rso..." he starts, feeling her reach even deeper in him. "so big, mom." it's breathy, strung out, and he whimpers like a dog when she starts fucking him gently with a little more than half her length, working him open with long, steady strokes. "please."

"please what, huh?" she sounds a little winded already. with each push she's sinking deeper into his pussy, his fertile pussy, hissing at the feeling of his cunt soaking her cock in creamy wetness. he wants it, wants her fucking load, wants multiple.

"all of it," he babbles, "want it all inside, gimme it, please."

she closes her eyes carefully, hips stopping, and he sobs, trying to rock forward under her pin to no avail. they inch back open, low, primal. "yeah," she whispers, dick sliding further in and fuck, fuck yes, her balls are pressed fully up against his hole. "like this?"

he can't respond, other than fully body twitches around her fat cock. she laughs, evil, low, and then grinds her dick inside him, allowing his pussy to nurse hungrily on it as much as it wants. "i love you, mom," he admits weakly, completely broken, his body thrumming with heat.

"god," she gasps, "i love you so much, kid," and she lowers herself, hands guiding his legs around her waist so she can give him tongue kisses, both their mouths spit-slick and molten-hot. he's never had sex like this before. he doesn't wanna stop having it, doesn't want this to end.

in the midst of sloppy kisses, her thrusts lengthen, his pussy sopping wet and noisy around her. she pulls away reluctantly, spit snapping from between their mouths so she can press down on his legs to mate him, his calves wobbling and toes curling mid air as she pounds him properly.

"your mom's gonna get you pregnant," she says, gritty, a new, hungry roughness, sentence broken up by nasty thrusts. "who's pussy is this?"

"yooours," he croaks, gushing and squirting around his mom's dick now, no longer needing her to pull out with how open and ready his boyhole is. "'s your pussy, mom, breed me --"

she pulls out completely and he chokes on his own spit, body wracked with uncontrollable tremors as his cunt clenches around nothing. she's staring down at his pussy in awe, and he can see the glaze of juices he's left on her dick, the stream of precum she squirts onto the bed just tracking her eyes up the line of his body.

"just needed to fuck you to get you to obey," she mumbles, sheathing herself balls deep once more. as soon as her cockhead squishes against his cervix his body is quivering with a silent orgasm, squirt splashing against her pubes and all over her dick, milking her cock, begging for a load swimming with babies. he's babbling nonsense, eyes rolled back, hands limp as they rest atop his womb.

"fucking --" she starts, voice almost unrecognizable as she drills his pussy with ignited vigor, extending an already mindmelting orgasm. wet, filthy slaps fill the room, unable to block out his submissive whines and squeals and her grunts of effort. "take that fucking dick."

he doesn't quite recognize his voice anymore once he's three...four minutes into an unending orgasm? her stamina is ridiculous. under the bitch moans erupting from his throat, she's growling, muttering like an animal about fucking him up for anyone else, turning him into an incubator. he agrees, says yes to all of it, wants it as long as it means he'll keep getting fucked by her like this.

six minutes in, his eyes are glossy. he's not sure if he'll ever stop cumming. it hurts so, so good. he looks up at her, in disbelief but for a thankful, grateful reason now. she looks carnal.

"made a'mess all'over my cock," she grits out, "fucking whore. i'm cumming inside."

"yesssss" and new, strong waves hit him, shutting him up completely as she paints his cervix and walls with loads. she doesn't stop fucking him while she cums, her thrusts mean, punctuated, final. there's no way he's not pregnant. there's not even a possibility that he isn't.

when she stops cumming, she gives him a few more angry thrusts before pulling out entirely, moving away from his spasming, shaking, quieted body to let his legs collapse to the bed. his vision is blurry but he can distantly hear her pumping her cock over his juicy, bred cunt, and he shakes harder when he hears a sweet moan and feels a second load splash right onto his womb.

he cleans her cock off with his mouth on wobbly knees once he stops shaking so intensely, which takes him almost five minutes, vision slowly coming back to him. with a sickeningly sweet kiss, his mom whispers down to him that she's going to the drug store, lugging his twitching body back into the bed. she leaves to bring him a few water bottles with the clinking of her keys already in her hands. as soon as he hears the front door shut in a hurry, he swirls a hand around his clit, trying to get as many orgasms as possible in while he reminisces on his destruction before she can come back. i'm fucked for life.

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violet-1atte · 15 days

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Faux Control

It's finally here!

Summary: Minhee gives into Jisu's wants and wears a remote control vibrator out with their friends. Things go as well as you might expect.

Tags: Cisswap, fem!minho, fem!jisung, dom/sub undertones, exhibition, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, edging, dacryphilia, mild degradation

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Minhee had no idea why she had agreed to this. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she could never tell Jisu no, especially when she looked up at her with her big brown eyes wide and her bottom lip pushed out in a pout. “I’ll be good, I promise,” she had said. “I’ll only use it a little bit. I just want to try something new!” And Minhee would be a fool to deny her sweet Jisu anything.

So that was how she ended up like this. With a remote-control vibrator pressed up inside her while she and Jisu went out for dinner with their friends. In Jisu's purse sat the remote.

Normally, Jisu never had control, which was part of why Minhee was so nervous. She had warned her that if she messed with the settings too much or made the settings too high, she would be getting punished. And Jisu had accepted. But Minhee knew that sometimes Jisu liked to be a bit of a brat. She liked to push Minhee’s buttons as often as she could. So really, she had no idea how the evening was going to do.

“I already got us a table in the back!” Lixie exclaimed, grabbing onto Jisu’s arm eagerly when they arrived at their restaurant. Minhee wanted to laugh when Jisu stumbled over her own feet as Lixie dragged her back, but heat was already spreading across the back of her neck, making any reaction difficult to produce.

The table she got was big enough to fit all eight of them, and Chris, Seungah, and Chaebin were already seated at the table. “Where are Hyunjin and Jeongin?” Jisu asked as she moved to pull out a chair for herself. Minhee beat her to it though, pulling out the chair for her and gesturing for her to sit. The tips of her ears turned red and she mumbled out a small, “Thank you,” as she took her seat. Minhee smiled lopsidedly to herself. The least she could do tonight was to try and fluster Jisu as much as she could. A payback of sorts.

When she sat down, she inhaled sharply and red bloomed across her face–sitting caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside her, and the end on her clit to rub against her. She bit her cheek and swallowed thickly. She felt someone’s gaze burning into the side of her head and she knew immediately it was Jisu. And she made the mistake of looking over and making eye contact—her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted, like she knew exactly what had occurred. Minhee tried to glare at her, but she knew the look came off weak, especially when Jisu’s expression morphed into something entirely different—and she smirked.

Minhee barely had time to register the warmth that pooled in her tummy before her thoughts were interrupted by Lixie answering Jisu’s question. “They were running a little bit late, but they’ll be here soon!”

“They were probably fucking,” Seungah said flatly, which earned a firm-handed slap on the back from Chaebin.

“Yah! Watch your mouth young lady, we are in public!” she exclaimed. Seungah glared and rubbed her shoulder.

“And I’m sure you assaulting me in public will go over well, unnie,” she responded with a roll of her eyes.

Chaebin immediately launched into a far-too-loud lecture on Seungah respecting her elders, but Minhee barely caught any of it. Her face was burning and whenever she shifted she could feel the vibrator pressing against her walls. And it wasn’t even vibrating. Yet. She kept glancing at Jisu, waiting for the moment when she would do something. The waiting was probably worse than the actual thing. It made arousal coil in her belly even though she wanted to pretend it didn’t. It didn’t help that she was surrounded by her friends and in a restaurant of all places. Any little slip-up and all eyes would be on her. She had to stay composed, had to—

“Minhee-yah?” Chris called suddenly, briefly pulling her out of her daze.

“Mhm—yeah?” she asked, clearing her throat. She wondered how obvious her blush was.

“I was just wondering if you were okay,” she said with a sheepish smile. “You just look a little out of it. Are you sick?”

Minhee could feel Jisu’s gaze on her again. “Ah no, I’m okay,” she reassured her.

Her breath hitched when Jisu’s hand was suddenly on her bare thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze—why had she chosen to wear a skirt today? She was leaning in close, close enough that Minhee could smell the sweet brown sugar perfume she had put on right before they left. It made her a little dizzy. “Don’t worry, unnie, I wouldn’t let Minhee go out if she was sick,” Jisu said with a smile. Her smile was so sweet but Minhee knew that behind it hid mischief. It was a smile similar to the one she would give her right before she was about to be a brat. It made Minhee’s pulse jump and butterflies erupted in her stomach.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.” Chris turned her attention to Lixie then and began to engage in a conversation with her about one of the records she was working on. Minhee rubbed a hand over her face and took a deep breath to try to steady herself. She tried to focus on the conversations going on around her but Jisu was once again leaning into her space, even more so this time. She rested her round cheek against her shoulder and looked up at her with wide, sparkling eyes that made Minhee feel so in love she could be sick.

“How do you feel, unnie?” she asked, quiet enough that only Minhee could hear. Her breath brushed against the side of her neck and she shuddered a little. She hoped that Jisu didn’t notice, but she definitely did based on the way she giggled.

“Feeling just fine,” Minhee answered. She tongued her cheek and flexed her fingers. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh and it burned. “Never better, actually.”

“Hmm,” Jisu hummed. She tapped her fingers against Minhee’s skin and lifted her head. “I see.” Something in the tone of her voice sent a shiver down her spine and she breathed slowly out of her nose. Calm. Calm. I am so. Calm.

Jisu sat back up and Minhee almost missed how the hand that wasn’t on her thigh slipped into her purse. Fuck. She gulped audibly and shifted in her seat. Jisu engaged in conversation with Lixie and Minhee waited. And waited. But nothing came for a while, so she allowed herself to relax. She was calm even as Hyunjin and Jeongin finally arrived and they flagged the waiter over to their table to finally order their food because surely, Jisu knew better than to turn the vibrator on while she was trying to order her food.

Minhee should have known to never be so trusting.

The second she opened her mouth to ramble off what she wanted, she jolted, an electric current coursing through her body. Her breath caught in her throat and a wave of heat washed over her. Her cheeks were on fire and it felt like her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh.

“I’ll take—u-uhm—” She inhaled through her nose and gritted her teeth. The vibrator wasn’t on its highest setting, but it definitely wasn’t on the lowest either. The vibrations against her clit were enough alone to drive her mad—warmth pulsed in her stomach, her breathing shallowed, her pussy clenched around the dildo end, and fuck. Jisu was in so much trouble.

“The spice—spicy chicken, yeah,” she managed after an awkwardly long pause. The waiter hummed and gave a curt nod, probably so used to customers behaving in all sorts of ways that he didn’t even notice. But Minhee was humiliated. And so turned on. And incredibly pissed off.

When the waiter finished taking their orders, everyone’s attention turned to Minhee. Everyone including Jisu. Concern was written all over her face, her eyebrows raised in faux worry. But Minhee knew better.

“You sure you’re okay, unnie?” Jisu asked, blinking up at her innocently. Her hand was still in the purse.

“Are you high?” Jeongin asked immediately after. Minhee’s ears burned and she shook her head vehemently.

“Of course I’m not high, I’m fine,” she insisted with a huff. She took a long sip of her water, hoping it would cool her down a bit. The vibrations were sending near continuous shocks of pleasure through her body and it was already so much. Too much. “I just blanked on what I wanted ‘s all.” She shrugged, making sure to give Jisu a reassuring smile. She hoped it didn’t look as forced to everyone else as it felt.

“Well, if you need to head out, we understand,” Lixie said with a gentle smile. Minhee’s eye twitched.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” She gave Lixie a genuine smile because no one in the world could be anything but soft with her. Minhee had a soft spot for Jisu too, but it was different when she was being a brat. She still needed a bit of firmness sometimes. And this was apparently one of those times.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Jisu said with a sugary-sweet giggle, while underneath the table her hand slid up Minhee’s thigh, her fingertips just grazing the inside. Minhee’s breath hitched and she swallowed. A bead of sweat ran down her temple and she squeezed her thighs together which ended up trapping Jisu’s fingers between them. She heard her inhale sharply and then the vibrations increased.

Minhee choked, eyes going wide. Jeongin gave them a look but then turned her focus back to Hyunjin who was glued to her side. Jisu pecked her cheek. “Still good, unnie?” she whispered, delivering a squeeze to the plushest part of Minhee’s thigh. The touch caused the muscles in her stomach to flex.

“Oh, great,” she gritted. She slunk her hand around Jisu’s waist and gave it a firm squeeze. A warning. “Think you ca—mm.” She burned with embarrassment at the moan that slipped past her lips. It was quiet enough for no one else to notice, at least she hoped, but it was still there. Jisu laughed, but Minhee’s tightening grip on her waist cut her off. “You’re so in for it.”

Jisu wet her lips and her eyelashes fluttered before she glanced away. Then, to Minhee’s surprise, the vibrations turned off and Jisu’s hand returned to her own lap. And just in time for the waiter to return with their food. She let out a sigh of relief and took another sip of her water. There was a sheen of sweat over her heated face but as soon as the vibrations stopped she could feel herself calming down. Maybe Jisu knew how to listen after all.

She thanked the waiter when her food was set down and took the opportunity of freedom to start talking to Chris. She hadn’t seen her in a while with Chris being so busy with her producing job and Minhee being busy with her own job as a choreographer. At the same time, Jisu became engrossed in a conversation with Seungah about whether or not bones were hollow and Minhee almost forgot about the vibrator. She would have completely forgotten about it if she weren’t still dripping wet and if there wasn’t still need twisting in the pit of her stomach. So little by little, she gradually let her guard down.

“Come on, unnie, what’s one dance lesson gonna hurt?” Minhee asked Chris, wiggling her eyebrows. “Besides, I’m sure all the club goers would be very happy to see your improve—”

“I’m not listening, nope, nope!” Chris exclaimed, cupping her hands over her ears. “I do not need a reminder of my dancing skills!”

Minhee laughed, tossing her head back a little. “Or lack thereof.” She took a bite of her chicken and licked a bit of sauce off her fingers, tongue flicking over each digit one by one before she wiped them with a napkin—and that’s when she felt attention on her again. She had barely made eye contact with Jisu before she felt the stimulation from the vibrator again. She choked on air and the muscles in her thighs twitched as she tried to keep herself from reacting but the stimulation was too much. The arousal hit her so fast she felt lightheaded, breathless, and it felt like she was going to go cross-eyed. But fuck, everyone was looking, everyone could see—

“Minhee?” Chris asked, frowning softly.

“Yeah?” she breathed out, reaching for another piece of chicken. Maybe if she could just focus on eating she wouldn’t register the vibrations, that were definitely set even higher than before. She took a bite and swallowed forcefully.

Through the haze, she registered Jisu’s hand on her thigh again. Fingers trailing up, up, slipping under her skirt. Oh, she was getting brave.

Chris opened her mouth to say something after a moment but then she closed it. Her eyes moved up and down Minhee, taking her in, and she felt like she was being examined, scrutinized. Then Chris’s cheeks reddened and she looked down at her plate. “Oh, uh—never mind. Nothing.” Minhee’s stomach swooped. She noticed. There was no way that she didn’t notice. She might not have known exactly what was going on, but she knew something was up.

Minhee knew her cheeks were probably fifty different shades of scarlet, but she tried to focus on something else, even as the pressure between her legs intensified. Jisu didn’t seem to like the fact that she wasn’t reacting as much as she wanted, so she slipped her hand all the way underneath Minhee’s skirt and flipped the vibrator setting up. This caused Minhee’s hips to jerk, her walls spasming around the vibrating dildo. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth and sent a glare towards Jisu, but she just giggled and scooped up another bite of food with her chopsticks.

Sweat gathered on her temples. She took another sip of her water. She was completely zoned out from the conversation around her, her hips grinding down involuntarily every couple of minutes. Jisu’s fingers continued to tease the soft skin of her inner thighs and no one questioned why Jisu’s one hand had disappeared under the table for so long. Minhee’s panties were completely soaked through even though she was essentially plugged up by the dildo inside her. The insides of her thighs were sticky with her wetness. For a moment, she wondered if Jisu could feel it against her fingertips.

Participating in conversation was no longer an option even though she tried. She got a few words in here and there, all too breathless, her voice too high. There was no way most of their friends hadn’t picked up that something was off, even if they didn’t question it. Chris had certainly taken notice and Jeongin gave her a few glances that told her she knew something was up, and that something wasn’t illness related. Her eyes had even gone to Jisu and more specifically, her hand under the table. The hand that was touching Minhee, fingernails scraping against supple skin, ghosting over stretch marks, massaging. There was no way Jeongin didn’t know, too.

And shit, for the first time she really wished that Jisu didn’t know how sensitive her thighs were.

Time lost its meaning as Minhee attempted to hold onto her sanity. She should have seen it coming, really, but it crept up on her all the same. One moment she was struggling to focus on anything else, anything but the constant stimulation on her clit and inside her, and the next moment, she felt it. That familiar, twisting, tightening sensation in her lower stomach, like a spring being wound up, ready to explode. She snapped her head to the side, eyes wide, panicked. She made eye contact with Jisu and pleaded silently, but Jisu smiled and shrugged. Her heart raced when she realized Jisu’s hand instead was climbing up further, pushing her skirt up until—until her fingertips were pressed against the heat of Minhee’s cunt. She looked across the table with an innocent smile, said something to Lixie that Minhee didn’t register through the ringing in her ears, and rubbed firm circles over her clit.

The added pressure right over the vibrator and the knowledge that Jisu was touching her in a restaurant, with all their friends present, was what pushed Minhee over the edge. She had no control over the spring when it finally burst. She came. Slack-jawed and silent, with a white-knuckled grip on her knees. Her hole clenched rhythmically around the dildo and the world around her turned to static. The excess wetness soaked through her panties and wet her thighs and her cheeks burned from the sensation. Oh god. She came. In public. She came in public with Jisu’s hand slipped under her skirt, while eating dinner. Fuck.

The world paused, Jisu froze while Minhee panted. And before anyone could question what was going on, Jisu removed her hand and stood up, a smile too bright to be natural on her face, and said, “Well! I think Minhee and I should head out! Get dessert, you know? Lixie, you can send me money right? Yeah? Thanks so much!”

She grabbed her purse and Minhee’s hand and pulled her to stand up. Her legs shook underneath her. “Um yeah, Jisu and I have…plans,” she said, her voice scratchy.

“You know, Jeongin and I just did our plans before we—” Hyunjin started, but Seungah reached over and covered her mouth before she could finish her sentence. Chaebin proceeded to take her hand away before Hyunjin could start making a scene.

“Well, have fun!” Lixie said, always good-natured. “It was nice having dinner with you! I’ll send you the bill, Jisu.”

“Thanks!” Jisu said, flashing her a quick smile. Then she spun around on her heel and dragged Minhee out of the restaurant, making her almost trip over her feet.

They got to the car and Jisu pulled Minhee to the driver’s side and then sat down in the passenger’s seat. No matter how much control she thought she had over Minhee, she would always be a passenger princess. “Um,” she started as soon as they were both seated. “Did you actually…?”

“Yes I actually did,” Minhee stated through clenched teeth. Sweat collected on her temple and ran down her face. “So, Jisu— mmh— why don’t you turn the damn thing off now.” She was already pulling out as she spoke, desperate to get back so she could absolutely ruin Jisu. It was probably unsafe for her to even be driving in the state she was in, the constant buzzing of the vibrator against her cunt driving her mad from overstimulation. If it went on much longer she would probably come again and she couldn’t while driving. Fuck, there was no way she was letting Jisu get away with this. She had already gotten away with far too much. At this point, she would be dealing out her punishment for the next week.

Jisu stared at her, not answering for a moment. Her eyes blinked rapidly, a habit she’d picked up from Minhee, and damn it, it made her look adorable even in the corner of Minhee’s eyes. “What if I say no?”

Minhee almost stopped the car. “ No?”

Jisu gulped audibly and nodded. “Y-yeah. No. You know the safe word.”

Minhee’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She never imagined Jisu, her obedient Jisu would use one of her own methods for her. Jisu could be a brat sometimes but this was above her usual level of brattiness. If you give a mouse a cookie, or something like that… “Listen, jagi,” Minhee began, forcing her voice to remain steady. “There—there is already a punishment waiting for you when we get back. I might be nice this time and keep it to just today if you can be good until we get there. But if— ngh —if you don’t listen, I’ll drag it on, and on…is that what you want, sweetheart?” She spared a split second to glance over at Jisu. Her cheeks were rosy and her plump bottom lip was trapped between her teeth.

“I…” Jisu tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “…maybe?”

Minhee scoffed, incredulous, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened. “You want me to not let you come for a week, baby?”

Jisu was silent. Minhee’s head was buzzing and the ends of her limbs felt like pins and needles. Shit—it had to, it had to stop, it—then it did. Without a word, Jisu turned off the vibrator and Minhee’s entire body relaxed.

“Ahh,” she breathed out, sinking back against her seat. “That’s a good girl. I knew you could listen.”

“Yeah, I’m good, unnie!”

“Mhm, we’ll see about that. That’s not enough to save you when we get back.” Now that Minhee didn’t feel like her clit was going to fall off, she could concentrate on how exactly she would deal with Jisu when they got back. She didn’t need to be any hornier than she already was but the thoughts swirling through her head added to the cocktail of desire in her gut.

The rest of their drive home was a blur. All Minhee could remember was that at some point she had put her hand on Jisu’s thigh as a reminder of what was the come. Oh how the tables had turned.

Once they were back to their apartment, Minhee wasted no time. She grabbed Jisu by the waist and pulled her close, then crashed their lips together. Jisu tasted sweet despite the savory meal they’d had at the restaurant, and Minhee took it all in, sucking on her bottom lip and laving her tongue over it. Jisu panted into her mouth when she slipped a hand between their thighs and pressed the pads of her fingers against her pussy through her jeans. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” Minhee groaned against her mouth. She reached around and grabbed Jisu’s ass with her other hand and licked past her parted lips, drinking her in like a woman starved. Jisu whined pathetically and did her best to kiss back as she rolled her hips down against Minhee’s hand. Minhee could feel the dampness from how wet she was even through the thick fabric.

“Look at you, so desperate, and you weren’t even the one with a vibrator in your pussy. Is that what you wanted this whole time?” Minhee nipped at her bottom lip, pulling a sweet mewl from her. “Messed with unnie the whole time just so I’d have you like this, hm?”

Jisu nodded dumbly. “Just wan—wanted unnie to feel good. Wanted unnie t-to make me feel good, too” she breathed.

“Is that so?” Minhee’s voice was rough with desire because nothing got her more than how pliant Jisu could be for her. Everything at the restaurant had been an act to get what she wanted. At the end of the day they both knew exactly who had control.

“Yes— yes.”

“Then let’s get to the bedroom, hm?” Minhee placed a kiss on the corner of her lips and squeezed her ass. “I want you to strip for me as soon as we get there.”

Jisu nodded excitedly and gave Minhee a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off to their shared bedroom. Minhee huffed out a laugh as she followed her, working on pulling off her top in the process.

She stepped into the bedroom and Jisu immediately went slack-jawed, her eyes trailing over Minhee’s breasts first and then her soft tummy after. Her gaze made Minhee shy even though they had been together for so long. She would just never get used to how Jisu took her in like she was worshiping her.

“I thought I said to strip for me, princess,” Minhee said with a quirk of her eyebrows after Jisu had been staring so long that the entirety of Minhee’s upper body felt hot.

“Oh uh—yes unnie,” she answered. She started with her jeans first, unbuttoning them tantalizingly slow. Minhee took that time to admire the way her jeans hugged her thighs and how they emphasized her tiny waist.

“So pretty, jagi,” she mumbled reverently as she sat down on the bed.

Red spread across Jisu’s face and she smiled shyly, biting her lip. “Thank you, unnie,” she whispered. She tossed her pants to the side and Minhee’s eyes locked onto the pretty panties she was wearing—they were a baby-blue and lacy, a perfect color against her tan skin. Minhee remembered when she bought them, and she knew she had a matching bra to go with them.

Jisu’s hands hesitated at the hem of her top but Minhee waved her hand, urging her to continue. “Go on, baby. Show unnie your pretty waist.”

Jisu huffed. “You just want to see my boobs.”

“Maybe.” Minhee smirked. “I know you don’t mind. But come on, Jisu, I’m getting impatient.”

Jisu’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she pulled her top off like she was instructed. Her boobs bounced with how fast she tore it off and Minhee’s mouth watered. Her hands itched to grab as Jisu reached around to unclasp her bra, revealing her soft tits and small nipples. “Fuck, c’mere. Lay down on the bed for me.”

“You don’t want me to take these off, too?” Jisu asked, dragging her fingertips over the lace hem of her panties. Minhee shook her head as she climbed up to the edge of the bed and got on her knees.

“I want those for myself.” She grabbed a hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Her hair wasn’t as long as it used to be but she had still been meaning to cut it. Having short hair made what she wanted to do a lot easier.

Jisu climbed onto the bed in front of her and laid down, her wavy brown hair splaying around her head. She had the audacity to look shy even though she had been so confident with what she had been doing to Minhee earlier, and even though she had been in this position about a hundred times. Saliva filled Minhee’s mouth as she looked over her—red cheeks, tiny waist, soft thighs, caramel skin. There was a bruise on her collarbone and one in her inner thigh that hadn’t faded yet. She would have to add more.

“God, I can’t wait to take you apart,” Minhee sighed, reaching out to squeeze Jisu’s thighs. Jisu let out a soft moan as her fingers dug into the flesh and Minhee licked her lips. She leaned over her in an attempt to kiss her again, but then she felt the vibrator inside her shift and she hissed. “Let me get this cursed thing out first.” She scrunched her nose and made quick work of slipped out of her skirt, all while Jisu stared at her with shining eyes.

“You liked it,” she said, desire dripping from her voice, with just a hint of amusement underneath it.

Minhee rolled her eyes as she reached between her legs and grabbed the base of the vibrator, pulling it out with a wet squelch. Jisu’s breath hitched when Minhee held the toy up for a second, the fluids coating it glistening in the fair light. Then, she tossed it aside. “Hm, now I can fully focus on you.”

She crawled between Jisu’s thighs and lowered herself to the bed so that her face rested right over her boobs. When she looked up, Jisu was looking down at her through hooded lashes, small pants coming out of her parted lips. “Always so cute, Jisu-yah.” Without giving Jisu time to respond, she dipped her head down and took one of her nipples in her mouth.

“ Aahh! Minhee,” Jisu squeaked, body jerking underneath her. Minhee hummed around the nipple and swirled her tongue. She could hear Jisu’s heart drumming against her chest, her breathing becoming more erratic with each flick of her tongue. She used her free hand to grope her other breast, thumbing over the nipple just to hear Jisu gasp.

“Unnie, please, please,” Jisu begged. Her voice was getting that higher pitch it always got when she was desperate, and it almost convinced Minhee. Almost. But she was feeling a little mean.

She popped off her nipple, a strand of saliva dripping from her bottom lip. “Please what, jagi?” she asked as she squeezed her breast. Her eyes flicked down to how the flesh spilled between her fingertips and had to squeeze her own thighs together.

“Please…” Jisu wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Touch me, Minhee-unnie, please.”

“Hm…” Minhee pretended to think about it. “Do you deserve it? Have you been a good girl? Or have you been a brat?”

Jisu blinked at her. “I—uh—”

“Dumb already, huh?” Minhee smirked down at her. “Give me an answer and maybe I’ll touch you.” She had no plans of not touching Jisu but she wanted to mess with her. She wanted to touch her just as much as Jisu wanted to be touched, maybe even more.

“I…” Red washed over Jisu’s cheeks and she averted her gaze. “I’ve been a brat…”

“There it is,” Minhee cooed with faux sympathy.

Jisu’s eyes glazed over and she swallowed audibly. “Please…will you? T-touch me? I’ll be good now, so good, I promise.”

And oh, Minhee would be cruel to deny her. How could she say no when she looked up at her like that, sparkling eyes pleading, pretty lips pushed out in a pout, round cheeks dusted cherry-red? She could do so many things to punish her, but saying no wasn’t one of them.

“Let’s see if you can keep that promise, hm?”

Minhee dipped her head down again just to suck on the skin of Jisu’s other tit—at the same time, she slipped her hand between Jisu’s spread legs and pressed the heel of her palm against her through her panties. Jisu arched at the combined sensation and whined, high-pitched and airy. Her panties were soaked through. She was so wet it made Minhee’s mouth water and she almost drooled a little bit against her skin.

“You’re fucking dripping, sweetheart,” Minhee breathed. She shuffled back, catching another glimpse of Jisu’s already fucked-out expression. “Aww, baby, you look like such a slut.”

Jisu inhaled sharply and covered her face with her hands. Minhee shook her head and reached up to pull them down. “None of that. You’re gonna look at me the whole time, got it? I want to see you.”

A quick nod was all Minhee needed before she got down between Jisu’s thighs and laid on her stomach. Jisu’s pussy was still covered by her soaked-through panties, so Minhee hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged. “Lift your butt, Jisu.” Jisu easily complied, lifting her hips off the bed so Minhee could pull them all the way off. She tossed them in some random direction and then set her eyes back on her target. Jisu’s folds were wet and glistening with her slick and her clit was pink and swollen—perfect.

“Unnie, st-stop staring,” Jisu whimpered, thighs coming to close around Minhee’s head. She grabbed her knees and pushed them back apart as a grin spread across her face.

“Sorry, jagi, Jisu’s pussy is just so pretty. So pretty and perfect for me.”

Jisu’s embarrassed whines filled her ears as she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. A drop of drool dripped down onto the sheets. Then, without warning, she pressed her tongue flat against Jisu’s cunt. She gasped, legs kicking out, and she scrambled to grab the sheets. Minhee’s lips quirked up as she ran her tongue from her hole to her clit, collecting her juices in the process. She moaned at her taste. Eating Jisu out would always be one of her favorite things. She could never get over how wet she got, how she tasted, how she smelled.

When her tongue flicked over Jisu’s clit, she swallowed slick she collected, making eye contact with Jisu at the same time. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I could just drink you.” She laved her tongue over her cunt again and watched as Jisu bit her lip. Her hole clenched, squeezing out more fluid. It made Minhee lightheaded.

She continued running her tongue over her, just to hear her gasp. When she’d had enough (though she’d truly never had enough), she closed her lips over her clit, licking and sucking at it like it were a piece of candy between her lips. Jisu cried out, writhing against the sheets. Her thighs shut around Minhee’s head and this time she let her do it.

“ Nghhh— unnie, unnie, please, more,” Jisu begged. She rolled her hips forward, grinding against her face while she sucked on her clit. Wetness collected between Minhee’s own legs. Fucking hell, she was so gone for Jisu.

Just like Jisu requested, she gave her more. She alternated between sucking on her clit and fucking her tongue into her dripping hole, curling her tongue like she was licking ice cream. Jisu moaned loudly when she fucked her, thrusting in and out, in and out. She was reduced to a pathetic, fucked-out mess. Moans and airy whines intermixed with gibberish falling from her lips every other second. Minhee moaned with her as she mouthed at her cunt just to get a reaction from the vibrations her moans created. It worked so well.

“Ahh-hahh—M-Minhee, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m s-so close,” Jisu gasped. Minhee smirked.

She swirled her tongue around her clit and pressed two fingers inside her at the same time. She knew how to flick her tongue just right, knew where to press her fingers to bring Jisu to the edge. Her pressed her fingers against her walls and she keened. The signs were all there—the muscles in Jisu’s thighs tensed, her whole clenched rhythmically around Minhee’s thumb, her stomach pulled taut.

So easy.

“I’m—oh fuck, please, ‘m gonna, I—”

Her body went rigid, but just before she could tip over the edge, Minhee pulled back, leaving her with nothing. She relaxed against the bed, panting. The edges of her eyes glittered with tears.

“Wha— unnie, why did you do that?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse from her moans and there was wateriness to it that told Minhee she was close to crying. That thought probably shouldn’t have turned her on so much.

“I told you I was going to punish you, didn’t I?” she asked, tilting her head. She knew she must’ve looked a sight from the way Jisu looked at her. Her chin was wet and dripping and her lips tingled. But nothing beat how Jisu looked, her wide eyes pleading as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Aww, baby, what’s wrong?” she asked, reaching up to wipe the tear away. It did nothing to help because the fingers she used were coated in Jisu’s wetness.

“Unnie’s mean,” Jisu sniffled.

Minhee cooed and brought her hand down to cup Jisu’s chin. “Aw, unnie’s mean, hm?”

Jisu nodded adamantly, another tear running down her face. Minhee pouted down at her. “Poor, sweet girl.” She brushed her fingers over her bottom lip and her lips parted automatically, allowing Minhee to push them inside. She whimpered when she tasted herself, eyes going a little hazy. Minhee grinned in response, pressing down on her tongue. “If you think I’m being mean, maybe I should just stop. You wanna stop, baby?”

Jisu’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. Drool ran down her chin and coated her pink lips. Minhee pressed down more firmly on her tongue and she gagged, her eyes immediately brimming with more tears. “That’s what I thought.” Minhee chuckled and pulled her fingers out of Jisu’s mouth, leaving a trail of saliva behind. “Stay there, sweetheart. I’m gonna go get something. Be a good girl. No touching.”

A whimper and a pathetic nod was all Minhee got as she got off the bed. She went to their closet and pulled out a box of various different toys—a grin spread across her face when her eyes landed on the item she wanted—a sparkly mint green strap. When she first suggested buying it, Jisu blushed and said that it was tacky. Minhee bought it immediately.

When Minhee turned around, Jisu’s eyes were glued onto her and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Her legs were still spread, so Minhee got a nice view of her pink pussy, shiny and dripping. She licked her lips. Fuck.

“Such a good girl, being so patient for me,” she said as she climbed back onto the bed.

“Wan—wanna be good for unnie,” Jisu whispered, voice shaky. Minhee smiled and bent down to kiss her tummy.

“Is that right? You’re doing a good job of it.”

She made quick work of putting on the strap-on, clasping it around her hips with deft fingers. The material dug into the plush flesh of her hips and was probably a bit too tight, but she’d picked up on the fact that Jisu loved when she spilled over the straps a bit.

Jisu’s breath was coming in a bit ragged as Minhee got ready and it only got worse when she looked down at her and hooked her hands under her knees. Her breath hitched and her eyes went wide. God, Minhee could just devour her. “Are you ready, princess?” she asked, tilting her head. Jisu swallowed, her throat bobbing. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” she hiccuped. “I’m ready. Please. Please fuck me, unnie.”

Minhee inhaled sharply and dug her nails into Jisu’s thighs. “Fuck, jagi.” She could have made Jisu beg, but now she was getting desperate to see her fall apart too.

The sound Jisu made when Minhee pushed inside of her was enough to make her go entirely insane. She tossed her head back against the pillows and keened high in her throat, the sound becoming a little choked when Minhee pushed her legs back to fold her in half. She panted and whimpered breathlessly as she adjusted to the stretch. The corners of her eyes still glistened with tears. The sight made Minhee a little dizzy.

“Ready for me to move now?”

Jisu nodded rapidly. “Please, please. I need—need— ahhh!”

Minhee gritted her teeth as she snapped her hips forward, punching a loud, debauched moan out of Jisu. She didn’t give her a second to breathe. Her eyes rolled back, choked moans and breathless whines spilling from her parted lips. Her legs trembled. Drool ran down her cheek.

A bead of sweat rolled down Minhee’s temple. She felt closer to the edge than even the vibrator had made her feel, just from the sight of Jisu falling apart. “You’re so fucking perfect. The prettiest girl, holy shit.”

She thrust her hips harder and Jisu’s eyes went wide. “ Fuck— oh, fuck,” she gasped, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets. The strength of Minhee’s thrusts had her sliding up the bed.

“Satisfied now that you’re all—filled up?” Minhee asked, breathless. “‘S that what my jagi needed? To be fucked like a slut?”

“Hnnng,” Jisu moaned. “Wan’ more.”

“More?” Minhee gripped her thighs so hard there would be bruises there later. The skin gave so easily under her fingers that they were probably already bruised. “You want more? Why—” she groaned as Jisu spread her legs more, allowing her to press into her more fully. “—why should I give you more?”

“ Unnie!” Jisu whined. “Please, please I—I’m good.”

She pouted at her from between her knees and Minhee went a little cross-eyed. She was weak, so weak for her. “Alright, I’ll give you more, then.”

She hiked Jisu’s hips up so that her knees could hook over her shoulders and then she slowly slid out. Jisu held her breath. Minhee pulled out, inch by inch, until only the tip was left inside. And then she slammed back into her, her hips meeting her ass with a loud smack!

Jisu’s mouth fell open and she cried out, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh fuckkk— Min–unnie!” she moaned. The heels of her feet dug into Minhee’s back, pulling her closer. She was completely bent over her. She could feel Jisu’s breath brushing against her lips with every pant and when sweat dripped down her nose, it landed on Jisu’s cheek.

“That–hah–that good enough for you, princess?” Minhee gritted through clenched teeth. Jisu only whined in response.

It only took a few more thrusts for Jisu to start babbling again, senseless pleas and needy little moans tumbling from her lips every couple of seconds. “Please, pl-please unnie, gonna– mmm– gonna come, please!” she gasped. Minhee’s breath hitched and suddenly she was completely overwhelmed with Jisu’s sounds and how she looked beneath her, completely fucked out and desperate. So she turned her head to the side and bit down on her thigh.

“Ow! Unnie!” Jisu sniffed. She pushed her hips forward, sucking the strap deeper. “Mean, so mean.”

Minhee laughed softly and leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Shh, maybe, you’re just too cute and too fucking sexy.” Jisu pouted, but her pout was wiped away as soon as Minhee continued her thrusts again. Jisu’s breath stuttered and she whimpered, back arching.

“Oh–I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—”

Minhee stopped her thrusts all together and pulled out, leaving Jisu with nothing but the teasing stimulation of the dildo’s tip brushing against her wet folds.

Jisu sobbed brokenly and slumped against the bed. “Please–” she cried. “Why’d you stop? I want to come.”

“You’re getting punished, remember baby?” Minhee said. She rubbed a soothing hand over Jisu’s tummy. “Just one more and then you can come. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and wait just a little longer?”

Jisu’s face was already streaked with new tears but she nodded. “I–I can.”

“That’s my girl.”

She let Jisu calm down for a bit longer, leaning down to press soft kisses to her mouth. Jisu melted against her, allowing their lips to move together languidly while Minhee’s hands ran up and down her body. Her skin was soft and clammy from sweat and so perfect Minhee could have touched her forever. But she did tell her that she would let her come eventually, so after another minute of kissing, she pulled away and got back into position.

“Ready, sweetheart? Still want to keep going?”

Jisu smiled softly and wrapped her legs around Minhee’s waist. “‘M ready. We can keep going.”

Minhee smiled back and gave her thigh a squeeze. “Perfect.”

She wet her lips as she slid back into her cunt. Warmth pooled in her stomach at how easily she sucked the strap and she felt the walls of her own hole clench around nothing at the slick sound it made entering her. She took a deep breath to ground herself. Jisu whimpered softly and looked up at her with pleading eyes and that was all she needed to start fucking into her again.

This time her thrusts were slower, more calculated, but she still pushed deep, hitting at an angle she knew Jisu liked the most. It was just as effective as fucking her roughly because she couldn’t stay still or keep quiet, hips twitching with every thrust. She was so wet that slick dripped onto Minhee’s hips as it collected on the dildo. It made her mouth water. She’d have to eat her out again after they had rested.

This time, Jisu reached her peak a lot faster. Soon she was writhing against the bed, the muscles in her stomach fluttering when Minhee rolled her hips.

“Hnng–unnie please. I’m cl-close so close, let me come please.”

Minhee smiled down at her, a little condescending, but still sweet. “I told you,” she said, “one more time. Then I’ll let you come.”

The way Jisu cried out was music to Minhee’s ears. She let Jisu get right to the edge and just before she came, she stopped her thrusts all together again and pulled out, leaving her empty and aching. Jisu whimpered and cried softly beneath her, mumbling out how she wanted to come; “So bad, I need it, unnie.” Minhee sighed lovingly and kissed her calf.

“Shh, jagi, you’ll get to come now. You were so, so good.”

“I was good?” Jisu asked, eyes sparkling. Minhee’s heart jumped.

“Of course, so good, my princess.” She let her relax against the bed so she could rest for a moment and so that she could be at a better angle to kiss her. Jisu sighed against her mouth while she carded her fingers through her hair. “How do you want it baby? Want unnie to keep fucking you? Or do you maybe want my fingers?” She reached down between them and ran her fingertips over Jisu’s clit. The shiver and gasp she got in response was a good indication.

“Can–can I have your fingers, please? Wanna feel you, just you.”

A smile spread across Minhee’s face and she gave Jisu one last kiss. “Alright, baby, I’ll give you what you want now.”

She sat up and quickly undid the strap and set it off to the side. They were definitely going to have to clean the sheets from how wet it was but that was something for later them to worry about.

Jisu was waiting patiently when she got back between her thighs. Minhee was shocked she hadn’t even tried to touch herself, not even once. Maybe what she did at the restaurant had been enough bratting for one day. “I’m gonna make you feel so good now, okay?”

From this angle, it was easy to lean over Jisu and capture her lips in a kiss. Jisu was greedy now, her lips parting immediately and her tongue flicking out to taste Minhee. She kissed her with just as much vigor, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. The wet smack of their lips together and Jisu’s soft moans when she licked into her mouth almost covered up the sound of Minhee’s two fingers slipping into her pussy. Jisu’s moan was unmistakable though, as was the way her hips kicked in response.

Minhee grinned as she curled her fingers and Jisu moaned. She swallowed the sound down with a kiss, slotting their lips together so that any sound was muffled. When she began thrusting her fingers, Jisu gasped into her mouth and pushed her hips down to meet her hand. The walls of her cunt were hot around her fingers and velvety-smooth, and they sucked her in.

A groan made its way up Minhee’s throat when Jisu clenched around her. “Fuck,” she mumbled. Her head was spinning—she was dizzy with arousal. “You take me so well, shit. So fucking good.”

“Unnie,” Jisu whimpered, going a little cross-eyed. Minhee pressed her palm against her clit in response and curled her fingers. “Oh my–oh my gosh. Nghhh–fuck!” She grinded down against her palm, desperate for any stimulation she could get. Insatiable.

Minhee was so wet between her own legs that it was becoming ridiculous. Jisu’s reactions to getting fingered alone were probably enough to make her come. Her pretty noises sent waves of arousal rolling through her body and the slick squelching sounds of her fingers made her lightheaded.

“Baby,” she groaned. She spread her fingers and Jisu whimpered.

“I’m getting—” she cut herself off with a desperate whine as Minhee pumped her fingers deeper. “Hnng—I’m getting close again.”

Minhee could tell by the way she was clenching around her rhythmically and the way her kisses were turning into nothing more than pants against her mouth. “You can come whenever you want, baby.”

“Thank you, thank you—”

Minhee started fingerfucking her with more vigor, sliding the digits in and out while Jisu grinded against her hand desperately. She squirmed against the bed and twitched with every curl of Minhee’s fingers and fuck. She was such a sight with her red, swollen lips and eyelashes clumped together with tears. Minhee could finger her like this for hours but she had a promise to keep.

This time, Jisu couldn’t even warn Minhee. She tossed her head back, her pretty neck arching. The muscles of her stomach went taut and her hole spasmed around Minhee’s fingers, and then she was coming. Wetness spilled over her hand as Jisu trembled and her eyes widened. “Holy shit—”

“ Nghhh,” came Jisu’s weak response. Her juices ran down between Minhee’s fingers and dripped onto the bed, soaking the sheets. Minhee bit her lip. Jisu didn’t squirt often, so seeing it, feeling it, was otherworldly. She had to blink herself back to reality as she fingered her through her orgasm. Fuck, she wanted to take her apart endlessly.

When Jisu finally came down from her high, chest heaving with her uneven breaths, she whined and covered her face. “Oh my gosh…unnie…I can’t believe I did that.” Embarrassment seeped into her voice and Minhee had half the mind to tease her, but she didn’t. Instead, she slipped her fingers out and brought her hand to her mouth. With a lopsided grin, she sucked her fingers into her mouth and licked between them.

“Minhee!” Jisu exclaimed, incredulous. “Why would you do that?”

Minhee giggled and flopped down beside her. “Couldn’t help myself. You always taste good. And I love it when you do that.” She ran her clean hand through Jisu’s messy hair and the younger sighed softly.

“It’s embarrassing…” she mumbled.

Minhee chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Nothing embarrassing about it. You’re adorable.”

Jisu gave a playful roll of her eyes and Minhee opened her arms as she scooted closer.

“We need to get cleaned up,” Minhee said.

“Sleep first,” Jisu mumbled against her chest. “You made me go through three almost orgasms and—” her head suddenly snapped up and her eyes widened. “Minhee-unnie, I never made you come.” Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout which Minhee quickly kissed away.

“Shh, don’t worry. I came once earlier, remember?” She pressed another reassuring kiss to the corner of Jisu’s mouth. “Besides, I know you’ll make it up to me later, right? With this pretty mouth of yours.” She brushed her thumb over Jisu’s bottom lip, giggling when she shuddered.

“You’re gonna make me horny again.”

Minhee cackled. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” She continued combing her fingers through Jisu’s hair and pressed her head against her chest. Jisu told her once that hearing her heartbeat after they had sex was always comforting. So she always made sure she could be pressed right up against her.

“After we have a little nap and a bath, do you want to watch a Studio Ghibli movie with me?” she asked softly after a moment. Jisu nodded vigorously. Her hair tickled Minhee’s neck.

“Mhm!” she agreed, voice muffled against her chest.

Minhee smiled and bent her head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Studio Ghibli it is. I’ll get us some ice cream too.” Jisu made a noncommittal hum and kissed the side of her boob.

“Sounds perfect, unnie.”

As they cuddled up together, Jisu dozed off, but Minhee’s mind began to wander. She'd discovered some things about herself earlier in the evening that she would have to explore later. But there was no way she would let Jisu ever realize the full extent of how affected she was. They both knew that Jisu's control had been entirely faux control...but as Minhee thought longer, she came to a question; Had it really?

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