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Flawless ft. Wonyoung

Co-written with @kaedespicelatte

length ✦ 8587

genres ✧ Daddy kink, spanking, creampies, blindfolded, buttplug, (anal) princess!Wonyoung

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This flaw doesn’t count as a flaw.

Three minutes ago, Wonyoung was sitting on your lap—her “favorite seat”—but with that impatience, it became naughty grinding. A test for your self-control. Wonyoung had the slinkiest white dress wrapped around her body, more a towel or bathrobe than fashion. If she were making eye contact instead of having her back towards you, you would have had some embarrassing laundry to deal with. That was what her face did to you. She slid her ass up and down on your crotch, sitting harder, more restless than necessary for a regular chair. What subtlety. You were wearing pants, and your cock was begging to be free of them.

Three minutes later, you’re sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed, and Wonyoung is still on your lap. She’s in a new position though. Wasn’t too hard. With two hands around her slender waist, you picked her up like a misplaced toy. After bending her over, her stomach is on your thighs, and her ass is in the air. Sunlight brightens the already white room, and a beam trickling through thin curtains casts a perfect spotlight on her behind. The only thing stopping you from dropping your open palm where it belongs is one layer of expensive fabric. Now look who’s begging.

Impatience, so-called flaw, leads to perfection. No, this flaw can’t count.

Wonyoung’s head hangs. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I don’t think you are.”

Who cares about truth. Imagine all you could do to Wonyoung in this compromised position. You could slide fingers under her dress, make her legs go limp, then bring her down to her knees, use her pretty mouth. Or you could tease with her more precise touches, feather the back of her neck or her ears, and send shivers through her whole body. You even entertain the thought of whipping out your burgeoning erection from your pants and finishing yourself off right then and there, just to ruin the pricey dress.

Your hand is on her ass, and there was never any other choice. The other hand begins the process, hikes the dress up her lithe legs, then you stop just under her asscheeks. You could stay here, stare at her thighs forever, kiss, lick, slide your cock between the smooth flesh, and though you could do as your imagination wished, you pull the hem of her dress up, revealing her thin white thong—there was never any other choice.

Wonyoung had to wear skimpy underwear for the photoshoot, and now it clings to her waist, her pussy lips. Look closer, and you find a strand of her excitement wetting the thong. All because you have her bent over. All because of the looming threat of your palm striking down. Wonyoung knows her impatience leads to satisfaction. That’s why, despite her quiet whimpers, she’s also shaking her ass; you’re certain it’s not even a conscious action.

A sharp noise follows the bluntness, the flesh jiggling. You should’ve lifted for the second strike, but in its own unconsciousness, your hand rests on her reddened asscheeks, your fingers settling in. A part of you wants to massage, soothe, and calm the woman whose hastily drawn breath was distressing. Then, she looks back. She shouldn’t have.

There’s no reason for your other hand to hit harder, to leave a deeper shade of cherry on her skin. No reason but her eyes. She says so much in a glance, a small thing. Wonyoung is tense, tired, and unsatisfied.

As much as she needs sleep or food or water, she needs this next slap on her ass. The shivers throughout her body manifest as waves of goosebumps flowing through her delicate skin. Every spank unravels her more and more—might as well pluck the ribbon off her chest.

With a hard enough spank, Wonyoung’s whole body jolts forward, causing hair to fall over her face. You slide her hair away from her eyes. One hand, you grab her face, squishing her cheeks together. Wonyoung’s eyes are pleading for you to give the reward.

“Are you my good princess?”

“Yes.” The meekness is not just in her voice but in the redness of her face.

With more and more of your rampant strikes, you notice again the underwear hanging on for dear life. Again, options. You could slide that thin fabric to the side and get your finger wetter than the faucet can. But you’re going to keep Wonyoung’s thong on. You don’t have to take it off to know what the rest of her body is telling you.

“Tell me, what do you want?”

Wonyoung stammers.

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t begging for it moments ago.”

She steels herself. “I want your cock inside me.”

You don’t know where she summoned that resolve, but you like the passion in her eyes. “Then get it.”

Of course, that means only one thing. Without delay, Wonyoung is on her knees in front of you. You remind yourself how often you have to thank every deity that you get to be in this position, that you get to witness the rarest form of a kneeling princess or whatever faultless being Wonyoung is.

If she had flaws, here in this room is where you would expose them. If she had flaws—but then, of course, she doesn’t; how could the sparkle in her eyes be a flaw? How could reverence, worship, all in a hint of a look turned to a gaze in its length? How could she do nothing yet do everything to the fire inside you hardening and lengthening your shaft to some impossibly maximal extent in front of Wonyoung’s face—how, if not for her freedom from flaw?

It was small touches then that pulled you into such a stupor that let your guard down; it’s small touches now that pull you out of your reminiscing. One of her small hands is on your sack, and her fingers graze carefully. Wonyoung giggles when she sees your dick jump at the touch.

“Daddy, you have so much cum for me, don’t you?”

You growl. Even if she didn’t notice the electric jolt her mere touch sent, she must certainly notice the firmness of your balls. She can’t hide the smile. Of course, she notices. Nothing gets past Wonyoung. That hint of a smirk on her lips becomes something else, a letter.

Oh.

And now its round, plump shape is on your cockhead, wettening, worshiping—would’ve been eye contact if you weren’t meeting her pupils with the whites of your eyes. Was on your cockhead, but now those lips are further down your length, miraculous. How can anything be that soft. How can anything give you so much pleasure. How can questions not even be questions because you don’t have that kind of faculty of mind with Wonyoung sliding her mouth, moist with spit, slathering your cock. There was a room here, there was a bed, there was the light of the sun, and none of those things exist.

When Wonyoung sucks dick, she’s in a flow state too. Lips, up, down, eyes, down, up. Lick, kiss, lick, swallow. Her specialty is the way that she bookends every suck with a kiss as if she’s making out with your cock, leaving lipstick smudged. Her lips just naturally fall onto your flesh, like they were meant to be there to soothe and nurture. The seduction of her gaze comes naturally the same way that saliva naturally flows out of the edge of her mouth when your length jabs at her throat.

Only for a moment can you look at her, accept that gaze. It’s already too much sensation, feeling her stimulate your cock, but when you see that perfect pretty face impaled on you, you can barely hold back. Not that she can either. You thought she was wet when you were spanking her, but there’s a veritable sliver of translucent juice from between her legs. Every stroke of her mouth brings a little more wetness.

A pulse in your core. Every stroke of her mouth brings a little more of what’s trapped in your sack. Deliberately sampling, Wonyoung taps the tip of her tongue at the seed dripping out, and she lets out a small moan of delight.

“Daddy, I love the taste of your cum. But I need it somewhere.” Wonyoung’s wandering hands move down her own torso till she rubs her midriff for emphasis. There was no other ending to begin with.

Wonyoung ends the blowjob with a purposeful gag, getting spit to run down from her thick lips to her expensive necklace. It’s elegant, shiny, understated. These would have all been ways you would have described Wonyoung—then you clean up the saliva on her collarbone with a finger, and she grabs your digit with her mouth, suckling.

It’s a picture you wish you keep forever, but not even the perfect photograph could capture the high in your system. She’s eager, bouncy, and ready for however you’re about to ravage her.

Not that ready though.

Wonyoung yelps when you pull her off the ground, off her knees, and practically carry her like she’s just a couple bags of groceries. It’s cruel, your love of watching any speck of confidence disappear from Wonyoung. You could tell some kindling inside of her was being sparked as she sucked your cock. Every time she steals a degree of heat from your body, a breath of air from your lungs, a thought from your head, she gets off from it. But what gets her off even more—watch her panties; they’re getting even darker—is when you have your hands on her wrists—oh, how slender, how easy she is to hold down. You have to suppress yourself from some absurd animalistic noise, from some immediate urge to take her right now. Other plans await, and begin at your word:

“Such a naughty, naughty princess. How can you be this beautiful, this perfect, yet still so filthy?”

Hands held against the bed, Wonyoung looks up at you in total surrender. “D-daddy… it’s, it’s your cock.” Then her eyes go down your body.

A Sword of Damocles above her midriff. Wonyoung’s words came with dripping desperation, or in other words, drool; it matches how your cock is slathered in her spit. You slap your shaft against her stomach, then trace a finger around her belly button.

“After I fuck you into a bumbling mess,” you say with a paradoxical lightness, “I’m going to breed you, fill you up, deposit every last drop into your womb.”

Then you start to finger her, no restraint in the pumping of your digits into her slit. Wonyoung is half-surprised at the suddenness, half-pouting that it’s not your dick deep inside her. Two fingers in and out, mechanical yet you have a familiarity with her body that ensures she’s in a daze. Watch her slender frame twist and writhe in pleasure, and you watch with a wry grin.

Your tone follows your smile, your confidence. “These sheets look so expensive. It's a shame that we're about to ruin them.”

After all, it’s so surprisingly easy to bring her mind past the brink. Fingers rub that soft spot several inches deep, while one digit begins to focus on that small nub past her pretty pussy lips. Barely takes a minute or two for your fingers to get Wonyoung squirting all over them. Warm slickness covers your digits, your forefinger slipping in between her folds. Your thumb rubs circles around her clit as she convulses beneath your fingertips.

Wonyoung groans loudly. When your wrist brushes across her neck, she goes rigid, whimpers cut off by an exhale.

The deliberate exit of your fingers spells the end of this prologue that’s dragged on for far too long, and Wonyoung seems to share the sentiment. Her eyes shine with a familiar glee as she guides your hands behind her. Her thin digits exude uncharacteristic strength to tug yours beneath the silkiness of her dress, almost as if she’s hinting at something as she leans ever so slightly forward—

“Time for the main course, Daddy?” Wonyoung asks, the angelic smile dimpling her face yet again.

No more time nor patience for panties on her legs, the dress on her body. As much as she needs your dick, you need her completely bare and ready for you to ravage. Expensive clothes, soaked underwear, thrown to the floor like it's nothing. It is nothing.

You pull off the dampened sheets, push her back down onto the mattress. Wonyoung opens her mouth without a hint of trepidation and stretches her arms out to pull you in for a kiss, but you realize you haven't removed your clothes either, so you tear your pants, your shirt, everything else off your body in half a motion.

“Come stuff your big fat hard cock in me, Daddy.”

Even the most ridiculous sentences coming from Wonyoung’s lips sound elegant. You climb over the foot of the bed and straddle her thighs, letting your hips settle atop hers, then let your lips graze hers. Your hands aren’t nearly as gentle, a rough grasp on her breasts and a finger sliding on her slit.

Wonyoung moans softly, her tongue curling into your mouth. You kiss harder, her legs wrapping around yours, her fingers digging into your back, her fingernails scratching at your skin. You moan against her lips, her tongue parting yours, then pushing into your mouth. Your fingers dig into her hips as you start to move, grinding against her, your cock throbbing, wetting the sheets beneath you.

Your lips leave hers though your eyes never leave. As you align your cock at her entrance, Wonyoung gives you a nod. There's always that adorable glint of uncertainty like it's the first time. Always feels like it. See, your thick cock can’t ever just slide inside Wonyoung’s tiny hole; it’s almost unnatural; you’d break her in half. That’s why you have to do everything to make her torrentially wet. You do everything from teasing her slit with your tip, sliding it up and down, to caressing every inch of her skin, never letting Wonyoung cool down from the flames you’re stoking. Slap, slap, you slap your length against her labia, and Wonyoung lets out small yelps.

Slow, slide in. Time slips. Who knows how long it took for you to push your shaft all the way inside. The clock doesn’t, you’re keeping as little track as the timepiece on the wall, and Wonyoung’s eyes are rolled back so far she might even see her brain short-circuiting.

You guide her cheek to look at you as you bottom out, and the two of you savor the combination. It’s nothing new—you’ve fucked the wind out of her plenty before—but you really can’t get enough of perfection. Perfection is the way her long legs tremble, the way her mouth doesn’t know whether to tense in harsh tightness or smile dumbly, the way she gets even redder when you lean down for a kiss.

A few strokes, enough friction to set off fireworks in your skull. One thrust, one. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—there must be some other number to which you count—who knows what it would be. You let go of her hand to push against the mattress and find some stability: you're about to make the bed creak; you're about to fuck Wonyoung into the bed. When she opens her eyes, eyelashes fluttering, and smiles at you, your so-called free will is limited again. There's nothing else to do but to thrust deeper, faster, harder. Wonyoung's gasping voice echoes through the walls as you bury your cock in her, pounding her, stretching her, filling her.

Already, the world melts away until it becomes only fundamental sensations: the warmth of her cunt milking your dick, her nails scratching along your back, the sight of her flushed cheeks, her puffy lips, the sweat dotting your brow, the smell of her sweet perfume.

That's not just the bed now: Wonyoung is squeaking, mewling as you pound her. Her legs quiver, her toes curl, and she's grabbing at the sheets, crying out. You're fucking her as hard as possible, but you need harder. You want to shatter the universe with each stroke, rip a hole in reality because the momentary euphoria after orgasm is nothing compared to this overwhelming bliss. Then again, it looks like her glee is certainly reaching new heights.

You groan louder than she does, bellowing like a wild beast as you plow into her pussy. It's not just your balls that are swollen; your whole body is taut, your heart thudding against your chest. But you need this moment to last longer, and Wonyoung feels too damn good like this. The way her pussy clenches as her body shakes when she orgasms is too much for you to handle. After fucking Wonyoung through her climax, you stop for a moment, earning pouting and whimpering from the girl beneath you.

"Why?" she whines.

You only give her an acknowledging grunt before you wrap your arms around her back to pick her up. With her limber limbs, it's so easy to twist her until she has her long legs folded above her head, her back against your chest. It's as if she's a mere toy to your strength.

Wonyoung confirms it herself: “Oh, fuck, Daddy, I’m your fuckdoll, please, fuck me hard.” She’s gasping even though you’re the one doing all the work.

She’s perfectly content to just let her eyes roll into her head, to let her thoughts become null and void. Why would Wonyoung need to think when she can just get pistoned hard by that big cock making her pussy sore and begging for more. She’s perfectly content to just let her eyes roll into her head, to let her thoughts become null and void. Why would Wonyoung need to think when she can just get pistoned hard by that big cock making her pussy sore and begging for more. Automatically, her hips buck against your thighs as you slam your cock against her pussy.

You can see how wet and slippery she is with just a glance downward. A waterfall of pussy juices slides down her thighs and drips onto the floor. Your cock is already coated in wetness from previous thrusts into Wonyoung's tight hole. You want to feel your warm load spurt out and drench every inch of her insides, but not yet. She's buckling and shaking. She wants the exact same—no, she needs it even more. Giving Wonyoung kisses on her neck, she strains her head back, her mouth open with a sound she's struggling to get out through heavy breaths. You too are feeling the burn in your thighs. You have to tighten your grip around her knees to make sure you're still carefully holding the most precious, delicate person to you (not that you're treating her as such). No matter how light she may be, it requires considerable effort on your part. So after slowing down your pace of fucking, you take a few steps towards the wall, still keeping Wonyoung's legs over her head, your dick well-impaled inside her cunt.

With your back to the wall, you can thrust as hard as you want. You find depths and intensities that you didn't know were possible. Her pert little ass bounces against your waist, sweat drips down both your bodies, and slight yelps turn to shouts that test the hotel room's noise insulation.

"W-wow, Daddy!" Wonyoung cries out when you resume your torrid pistoning, "God, keep going, ohhh, yes, I'm gonna cum soon."

Here's the flaw, returning, a ghost. It haunts in a small way. It reminds you of your flaws: your climax is soon to arrive. But when you look at her body and her angelic face as she turns back to look at you, open-mouthed, you want this flaw to dissipate, to stay in this moment forever. So yet again, you interrupt her impending cumming by throwing her onto the bed. So yet again, she looks like a plaything, a perfect one, but one so easy to throw nonetheless.

“Fuuck.” Wonyoung takes many long breaths. A slight, vague smile.

After all, she’s not so fragile; you knew that. The first time you fucked her, the back of a big black van with tinted windows, you couldn’t even pretend like you could hold back. This is where your role as her favorite seat started. The two of you were testing the van’s suspension— there weren’t exactly any potholes for the parked car to drive over. After you got over the tightness of her cunt, you were pulling her hair as she was clawing into your back, and she called you “Daddy” just as she’s repeating now.

“Daaddy. Come here.”

Watch how her heart beats out of her chest, how the flawless flaw never even crosses her mind because she’s too lost in her lust. Though already parted by your cock, she spreads her pussy more and looks at you with a twinkle that’s far too innocent, and lips that can’t pretend the same innocence as they drip with drool.

“Please. I need to cum on your cock.” You can’t ever resist a begging Wonyoung for too long.

Once you climb back onto the bed, you position yourself above her chest, placing your cock right across her face. “You need it that bad, huh?”

Wonyoung nods assuredly, and places as many kisses as she can on your balls, on the underside of your cock, before letting your tip rest on her suckling lips.

“Looks like you do.” Of course, you’re going to breed her, but you have to get a real taste of her throat while you’re here. Though she always pushes herself as deep as she can when she gives you her loving blowjobs, it’s not the same as fucking her face.

So when you grab the bottom of her lip, Wonyoung knows exactly what you want. You push your hips forward, and your cock slides right—well, there’s that barrier first. Back of her mouth, causing her to choke. You like the way her eyes water. You get a little more when you place your hand on her throat, a sadistic glee when you feel the bulge against her neck. Her arms struggle, and you let that helplessness linger for a little longer.

Wonyoung looks nearly pissed at you when you finally release your hold, both your cock and your hand. You’ve watched her take your shaft down her throat for so long—such addiction to the taste (maybe that’s another flaw)—she almost passed out. With this next thrust, you watch, and feel, her outstretched tongue slide against the bottom of your shaft, and this time, you start to ramp up in speed, until her mouth becomes another pussy for you to fuck. You love to hear the “glugh” sounds from every deep insertion, love to see her eyelids twitch and eyebrows raise. It’s almost as if you don’t have the most beautiful face underneath you, just some fleshlight.

But as much as you’d love to fill her throat with cum, you remember what your end goal is. You dismount from her chest and ask her, “You said you wanted to cum on my cock, right?”

“Yesss, Daddy.”

You know exactly what makes her even more sensitive.

You get up, and Wonyoung watches you as you grab a white cloth strip by the bedside. You’re not even sure why the hotel provides it—it’s a thin small towel? —but it’ll suit your needs perfectly.

With a come-hither gesture, Wonyoung sits up.

You wrap the cloth around her eyes. “You trust Daddy, right?”

“Of course. Do whatever you want with me. I’m your princess, your toy.”

“Good girl.” Before returning to pick Wonyoung up again, you grab a couple other things from a bag—a shiny metal buttplug, a small bottle of lube. You set them aside.

You’ll always love throwing Wonyoung around on a bed. It’s just too easy, too fun to listen to the squeals. After you flip her prone onto her stomach, her pert little ass is right there—you have no choice but to give each cheek a spank. Two spanks. Three for good measure. Then, grab her hips and lift them up. Right now, there’s no point blindfolding Wonyoung when she’s in this face-down ass-up position. But you have other plans.

A favorite pastime of yours: slapping your cock against Wonyoung. This time, her needy cunt is the target, and every slap earns an adorable yelp, though muffled by the sheets.

Wonyoung is desperately trying to fuck her pussy into your cock, but she can’t see anything.

“Please, Daddy, put it in, put it in! Daddy, please, I need your cum in me so bad, I need it, I do.” The whine in her voice is genuine, the lack of seed inside Wonyoung leaving her unfulfilled in a despondent way.

So you decide to go ahead. As you guide the tip of your cock to its destination, you press the base of the shaft against the crack between her asscheeks, spreading them wide open with two hands digging into the flesh and exposing the entrance to her vagina.

Wonyoung is ready to let out a scream that echoes off the walls. And once she realizes that you haven't actually shoved your penis into her, she moans and pants and says, "Oh God, oh Daddy, don't tease me like thaaat, pleassse. I'll do anything for you if you put that monster cock inside of me. Put it inside of me, Daddy." She tries to say something else, but then she chokes. Her hands move under the sheets, grasping for the bedsheet as her body shudders and trembles. You slide your dick between her pretty pussy lips, between her asscheeks, collecting all the wetness, and while you’re at it, adding a bit more with generous spit.

“Remember what you were practicing for before we left?”

Between groaning and whimpering, as you press the tip of your cock up and down her slit, tempting to put it in, Wonyoung manages to let out a little “hmm?”

You grab the metal plug next to you and balance it on her ass. You love seeing her head tilt in confusion at the cold metal.

“What’s that, Daddy?”

“Can you guess?”

"Uhh..."

You then grab the bottle of lube and squirt an ample amount on her butt. Some of it drips down her back, sending chills to the spine underneath, while most of it drips between her buttcheeks. To make sure it doesn't go to waste, whatever drips, you collect with a finger then spread on her asshole, carefully teasing her by never actually putting your finger inside.

She shudders. “Oh.” Shudders again. “Ohh, ffuuck. Yes, yes, y-yes. Daddy, are you gonna do it?”

You smile.

Her breathing comes in shallow gulps as she feels the buttplug press against her tight hole and your cock seated on her pussy lips, a two-fold tease that leaves her frustrated—you and she both know she deserves it. Then it's a long whine into the pillows when you just massage her asscheeks and thighs for a while. She looks back even though she's blindfolded; you realize it's so that she can show off her sweet pout.

You slowly sink the buttplug into her ass. You can't get enough of the way her hole widens around the plug, clinging and expanding, while the rest of Wonyoung's body tenses up.

"You okay?"

Though she whimpers, she also nods. You pause for a few moments after hearing her cry out, enjoying her pleasure as her asshole clenches tightly around the cold metal plug. You squeeze her cheeks together, holding her still as you thrust halfway in and out.

"Oh, fuuuck, Daddy, is that what it's gonna feel like when you fuck me there?"

"Even better princess. It's gonna be warm and thick and you're gonna feel all my cum inside your tummy."

"Ahh!" she yelps out when you finally push the plug into its hole. "Fuck me. I've been a good girl."

You reach over and grab your cock which resting on Wonyoung's quivering pussy lips and slide your shaft between her asscheeks. feeling her shiver in response. "Really? How many times have you begged me to put my cock inside your tight little ass, princess?"

"I dunno… too many to count," Wonyoung whispers as she starts grinding her hips back and forth to meet your strokes.

"Doesn't sound like a good girl."

"But I am? But I am!" Her tone is sugary sweet.

"Still not sure this pussy deserves it. See, you're pushing your ass into me like a greedy slut."

"Nnnh, but I'm your slut, Daddy. I'm a slut for your big dick, and that makes me a good girl, the best princess." All the while, she keeps thrusting back into you, when suddenly, her cunt slurps your cock up, your tip suctioned like it's nothing. Wonyoung is so talented that she doesn’t even need to see to fuck her pussy into your cock. She groans. "See, Daddy, that's where it belongs."

You grunt in disapproval, but you're already inside of her and pulling out is one of those Thor feats—not for humans like you. So in one snap of your hips, you drive your cock into her pussy, and to show your annoyance, you slap her ass over and over, re-reddening the sensitive skin from earlier.

"Ahh! Daddy!"

"That's right, princess." In and out, every pistoning motion is blowing your mind, especially how she reciprocates every thrust with one of her own, fucking herself into your crotch, but you can't let that stop your reprimand. "You have to learn your lesson."

She can only repeat her yelps and mewls which only grow louder when you slam yourself against her G-spot, reach for her clit, toy with the buttplug in her ass by pulling it out slightly and letting it go for her asshole to receive once again. Wonyoung’s whole body is trembling with desire. Her pussy is contracting and molding to the shape of your cock—must be intense without sight. Her cries echo off the walls, the only way she knows she’s still in this room. "Daddy, Daddy, please, I'm begging you. Fill my pussy up, fill it with cum. Give me the biggest load ever."

Without warning, you pull out—so you do have some deity blood in you—flip her over onto her back, then grab her ankles, spreading her legs and lifting them up.

Wonyoung is still blindfolded, so there's no way for her to know when you'll resume your pounding. "Daddy, are you gonna keep—oh!"

Of course, you don't delay. In this mating press position, Wonyoung can't use her arms or shoulders to resist, so you take full advantage. Her petite breasts bounce freely beneath her as you pound her cunt mercilessly, slamming her against the mattress, giving her the kind of hard, fast, rough fucking reserved for pornstars, not princesses and idols like her. Your balls slap against her crotch and she gasps out loud, calling your name while her nails claw the bedsheets. That buttplug and the blindfold contribute to making Wonyoung's inner walls clench your shaft tight. Even without being able to see what's happening, her screams tell you everything about how she’s feeling. How close she is.

Your rhythm is relentless yet calculated. You know her body well enough to slow down just right so that she doesn’t cum yet. You’re not just trying to edge her, though that is part of your impetus. The timing needs to be perfect.

As much as she’s begging, you hold off until you hear her start crying in frustration. She's completely unintelligible, barely getting out words: "Cum, Daddy, please, cum, cum, I need, I’m, princess, nnhgh, inside, fuck, mm, fuck."

Wonyoung arches her back whenever you plunge deep into her, forcing her to stretch out further. To feel her pussy wrap your cock at its tightest, you bring her feet together, holding her legs up in the air above her. Every time you bury your member within her, you watch her mouth drop open as she lets out a breathless scream.

You let go of her legs, and they naturally spread out on the mattress. Your shaft is completely engulfed by her walls. You lean down to kiss her neck, her collarbones, her shoulders, all milky white.

Wonyoung gives you an innocent smile, unable to see. Then you thrust once. "Your cock..." Twice. "Makes me so..." Three times. "So happy."

The smile doesn’t fade though. You can’t see her eyes, but they must be filled with bliss. Listen to her giggling. Then, as you pick up the pace, she bends her head back and with her mouth open, her tongue falls out naturally. Look at this. Perfection. It must be.

Her pussy's spraying out copious amounts of juices; look, you'll get the pages wet, or the words wet, or whatever. Wonyoung is tense yet shaking at the same time. Your shaft has never felt so throttled before. There's no artist nor writer that can completely explain the heights of pleasure you're both peaking towards. Your balls contract as the seed builds up within your testicles, waiting for release.

The orgasmic wave hits you first, ripple upon ripple through your entire body. No ink could possibly draw the mess you made inside Wonyoung's womb. Then the next wave hits Wonyoung. This is where the words fail for the wild sounds that break through. Where the words learn imperfection because they could never achieve the same bliss that Wonyoung is feeling in her shaking and her shouting and her cunt clenching your throbbing, spurting cock. There was never art; if you tried to explain its existence, it would have to go up against this kiss, these tongues, yours and Wonyoung's. This was closer to the raison d'etre, closer to the divine, closer to the best descriptions of the fluids and feelings between your crotches right now. Wonyoung's face goes from pain to bliss to confusion to pure euphoria and back again and all of these were without flaw. Her eyes are hidden, but all else is clear: the red of her cheeks, the raising of her eyebrows, the pull of her lips any which way. All this while warm cum spills out and makes her pussy all creamy as it milks your cock for all the seed inside, and maybe this vulgar truth, so flawed, is the best any one man can do. Maybe these last few thrusts are the best you can do.

There were flaws because it ended because it had to, and there weren't flaws because the moment happened because it always had to.

A few more ins and outs, ins and outs, lazy, lazy, slow. You've never seen so much white coat your shaft, never seen so much white flow out from between Wonyoung's legs.

Wonyoung's hands flail weakly in front of her face, and her body sways from side to side. Her hair falls across her forehead and you run your fingers along her scalp.

"Are you okay, princess?"

Her body stiffens for a second and she pulls her hair away from her eyes. When she nods, you lay next to her. "Fuck. Your cum is the best, your cock is the best... you're the best, Daddy."

"You too."

The two of you stay like that for quite a while, neither wanting to move since the afterglow of such intense lovemaking hasn't left either of you yet.

"Hey," she says eventually. "I'm going to wash up."

You stop her when she reaches for the cloth around her eyes. “Wait, not yet."

Wonyoung's head tilts. "Huh? But I'm sweaty, Daddy."

Perfect.

"Follow me,” you say. You grab the bottle of lube still on the bed next to you.

With her hand in yours, you lead Wonyoung across the room. She steps carefully as you bring her to the bathroom. Take a moment to glance at her full body in front of the large round mirror, covered in sweat, dripping with cum, nothing on but a blindfold and buttplug—a far cry from the elegance of the photoshoots and the modeling she’s been doing. Wonyoung is perfectly lit by the LEDs surrounding the mirror, an artisan’s statue before you.

“You look so beautiful like this,” you say. Cup her tits; they fit perfectly in your hands. Wonyoung squirms, not expecting the touch. Your lips find their way onto her addictively delicate neck once again, peppering her with kisses hard enough to plant hickies all over. This time, however, she tastes different—the sweat glazing her skin smears a hint of saltiness all over your tastebuds. "You taste so beautiful, sound so beautiful, everything. You're such a perfect princess."

“Where are we, Daddy?”

Finally, you remove the blindfold.

“Ohh.” Wonyoung leans on the edge of the sink to look at herself. Can’t blame her. You gaze at her too; making eye contact with Wonyoung in the mirror messes up your pulse a beat as always.

You stand behind her, your cock nestling just right between her buttcheeks. (The metal of her buttplug is cool to the sensitive touch of your tip.) Point to the small plastic bottle you set down on the marble countertop. “Look at this. You know what that is, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. That’s the lube.”

You smile sweetly at Wonyoung. “Do you know what I'm going to do with that?”

Wonyoung nods. Her legs rub together in anticipation of what's to come, and as the realization really sets in, her butt wiggles in the most cock-teasing way possible. She slides her ass against your soft—now, half-hard—cock.

“Don't just nod, use your words instead.”

“S-sorry. D-daddy is going to fuck my ass—”

“Be more specific. Come on, you can do better than this.”

“D-daddy is gonna pull the buttplug out of my ass, and, and bend me over the sink,” Wonyoung bites her lower lip as the shade of red on her face thickens, “and—and then put the lube in me and, uh, and stretch my tight little asshole with his big fat cock—”

“Bingo, clever girl.” You give her another quick peck on her cheek. “So what are you waiting for?”

Wonyoung places her elbows on the sink's counter, leans forward, arches her spine, and raises her heels, presenting her ass. The metallic buttplug sparkles and you reach for the bright toy. At the slowest possible speed, you work the plug out, earning whimpers from Wonyoung’s lips. It pops out with a satisfying sound, and her asshole is subtly gaped by the small insertion. You throw the metal toy to the corner of the bathroom countertop.

“I feel so empty, Daddy. Fill me.”

Reach for your erection and—when did you get this hard again. Must’ve been when you watched your seed drip between Wonyoung's long legs. Must’ve been when you tasted her petite tits. No, no, it must be—Watch her eyes in the mirror, how they flash these different emotions, but they're all as foggy as the reflective surface. A touch of fear—she knows just how much bigger your dick is than the buttplug—a bit of exhaustion from the first session—so much cum in her womb that she had to have been bred—but the biggest portion is crystal clear lust. In itself, a reflection of your own hunger.

No, no, she’s hungrier. First, Wonyoung notices the cum spilling from her cunt and quickly scoops some of it. But in tasting your load, she starts to drool and you can see the idea form in her head. She opens her mouth, drools out a glob of spit, and rubs her hands. Then, she reaches behind her with both hands, quickly finding your dick to work with those drool-covered palms and digits. If you weren’t sure about your hardness, now you are. She spends some time stroking and twisting her pretty fingers on half of your shaft while rubbing your cock’s tip against her ass.

No matter how good this feels, eventually, you have to stop her. You grab the bottle. Same as the first time, you waste a good amount of it by letting it fall down her ass and legs because the way her skin glistens even more is mesmerizing. You come up with good ideas quickly too; you slather your shaft with the lube that’s dripping down, rubbing yourself all over her thighs, her buttcheeks, even collecting some of your cum from her pussy lips. Whatever fluids you can get, you need.

“You’re Daddy’s toy, right?” You grip your now sufficiently slick cock with your hand, your tip resting right on the squinting hole.

“Mmmhm.”

You whisper, “I’m breaking you then.” Push your cockhead forward into her asshole, and you begin to slowly inch it deeper and deeper.

Wonyoung whimpers softly. You want her to cry, but not yet. You can't wait to get past her sphincter muscle, though the tightness around your cockhead already feels heavenly. Deep breath, push harder. You grunt as you feel something, or maybe everything, loosen, every muscle fiber of her body loosens at the thickness penetrating her. Wonyoung lets out a little yelp; you know it won't stay quiet for long. Her petite ass is being split apart by your cock in an addicting way. Addicting in sight, addicting in sensation. You can't get enough because how can you get enough of this flawless feeling. This pressure on your shaft is pressure in your mind so that even the first insertion is even more extreme than fucking her freshly-creampied pussy.

Feels too good already. A rush of pride knowing you took her anal virginity. You are fixed in place, your legs locked, your feet firm where they are. So Wonyoung is the one who fucks her ass into your cock. It takes much effort on her part, however. She’s adorable when she tries to wiggle herself down into your shaft, especially since she has to go through the strain of your width against her tight hole.

Every time Wonyoung does anything, it’s in earnest. Wonyoung can let you take charge, yet she’s fighting for every inch of your cock, for the glory of having you as her seat, as she always does. After long groans and tight grasps—you’re holding her hips; she’s holding the sink—your dick is fully lodged within her asshole, which squeezes and stretches your shaft, already begging for your load.

You think for a moment that you have to start slow here, but Wonyoung, the burgeoning anal slut, immediately starts bouncing like a bunny—funny, it’s not like you can breed her ass, but damn is Wonyoung trying her best to find out if that’s possible. While you’ve let go of her waist, Wonyoung is pushing her hands into the mirror, leaving her hot breath as fog.

Other than your own moans, you can only clench your fists and your jaw and your neck and every muscle in your body feeling Wonyoung’s anal entrance grip up and down your cock over and over. An incredible warmth, even as you re-apply lube. She does not stop backing her ass into you at a rapid pace.

You’re wordless, no dirty talk, no punishing Wonyoung for her boundless need. You’re happy to accept Wonyoung as she quickly gets accustomed to the sensation, seeing how her eyes are rolling up into her head and her mouth is contorting with unsure pleasure.

Surprisingly, she has plenty left to say.

"Daddy...oh, Daddy!"

Well, it’s more than you at least.

Wonyoung throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. Her voice barely audible as she moans, she says, "Your dick, mmnh, is so huge, Daddy! Ohhh… ffuck, ngh, it hurts so good. I need it, I need it all."

Her arms tremble slightly as she rocks her hips faster, her breasts heaving from the exertion and excitement. Your balls hit her cheeks with every powerful thrust into you. You’ve never ceded so much control to this girl before, but when you’re receiving the privilege of anally fucking Wonyoung, you’ll take whatever, however.

“Gonna cum in my ass too, right? Gonna cum in both my holes, turn me into a total cumslut for you Daddy, a complete, hnh, whore for your cum.”

She sounds like it. That much is for certain. As much as your cock in her ass is a new feeling for her, it’s totally novel for you too. Not even the tightest grip with your own hands could compete. And it’s a messy endeavor, what with all the lube that you squirt on and the sweat and the carnal smell of sex. Pussy juice forms strings from Wonyoung’s quivering pussy. Your every pounding slam into her butthole is accentuated by shivering from her legs, arching from her back.

You watch Wonyoung tire herself out trying to fuck her ass on your dick, trying to milk out your cum into her tummy. Hold her sides again, but your hands can’t stay in one spot for long. You reach up towards her chest and play with her erect nipples; you spend a dozen or two dozen thrusts with your hand around her neck, on her mouth, making her eyes water; you grab her hair and pull forcefully—no grip is enough. She was supporting herself by placing her hands on the sink, but her elbows collapse at the intensity. You catch her and slow down.

Keep in mind Wonyoung’s tight ring is still wrapped around the base of your cock. So your words come out short and breathless. “Are you okay?”

Wonyoung gulps and nods slowly.

“Hmm.” You wrap your arms around her torso and the two of you shamble toward the large rectangular tub in the middle of the room. Sitting down against the bathtub’s edge, you’re right where you started: Wonyoung using you as her chair.

In the mirror, Wonyoung barely has any stamina left, her eyes and her mouth half-open. You peel Wonyoung off you by gripping her slender waist and pulling upward, and her asshole grips your cock in kind. There’s something about this languid motion that’s unbearably intoxicating, making you light-headed. You can’t even bring her halfway up your cock, so you let go and she slowly sits back down. She wants to start bouncing again, but you can tell by her broken breaths that she’s exhausted.

You thrust upwards into Wonyoung, holding her body in place like a cocksleeve and jerking your hips.

“Oh, fuck, you’re in my stomach.”

You might as well be with that bulge your cock is making on her midriff. At this angle, you’re hitting every organ you can inside Wonyoung, mixing up her guts, might as well be. She’s reduced to hitched breaths, to unseemly noises. You’re reduced too, initial pulsations of your body signaling what’s nigh.

There have been many places you’ve cum with Wonyoung. You’ve painted her ethereal face with your cum, ruining it into perfection plenty of times. Every inch of her skin has seen some sort of semen coating: her armpits, her delicate fingers, her flat midriff, her thighs, her feet—it’d be easier to count the spots you’ve missed. But it’s Wonyoung’s holes that make the best receptacles for your load. She’s incredibly practiced at swallowing your load. Wonyoung can be in the middle of talking with her mouth full of cock, when suddenly you’d burst at the seams, and she would happily receive every drop. You know the highs she obtains whenever you breed her needy womb, how she milks you with simultaneous orgasms.

This place is new. A new sin, flaw, mistake. You’re holding onto Wonyoung as tight as possible, wrapping both arms around, one around her belly and one around her tits. Gaining as much leverage as possible, you rapidly pound your cock into Wonyoung’s now sore asshole—you can tell by how she’s yelping, how tears drip down her face, how she’s writhing in her favorite seat. You’d almost feel bad if you didn’t feel so good, or if Wonyoung weren’t calling “Yes, Daddy, yes” every thrust.

You try to keep yourself together as long as possible, chasing what can’t be chased, but once you hear Wonyoung scream, your climax overtakes you completely. Your body is flooded with internal fire; Wonyoung’s ass is flooded with a thick creamy load. Even if every muscle of yours is begging for you to slow down, you can’t. This doesn’t feel like your second orgasm. Somehow, you’re cumming even more, unloading everything you have. Count this flaw, this wicked painting inside Wonyoung’s guts, as another facet of flawlessness. Somehow there’s grace to the way she receives all this cum.

While you’re riding out your endless throbs, Wonyoung finds a bit of strength again, riding your cock as it shoots rope after rope of your seed deep within her. Filling her up so much, you notice cum leaking past her asshole, which makes your shaft all creamy white. The ghost once more: brilliance must fade. The back-and-forth bouncing and thrusting between the two of you slow down eventually.

“Daaaddy, that felt… incredible.” Wonyoung leans back on you as your cock slips out, and you scoot both of your bodies into the bathtub below you.

By the twinkle in Wonyoung’s eye, you have a feeling that this first time won’t be close to the last. In fact, when you turn on the warm water to take a bath, she just can’t stop kissing and hugging you. Doesn’t matter how naughty it is that cum is dripping out both of her holes. She happily makes out with you, her tongue exploring your mouth. Eventually, the two of you get to scrub each other with soap.

The only reason you’re not hard right now is that you’re sore from the multiple orgasms, the tightness of Wonyoung’s holes draining you of everything you have. Despite this, Wonyoung’s eyelids drop as she cuddles against you in the warm water. You drain the tub, dry her off, and carry her back to the bed.

Perfection even sleeps gorgeously.

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Triangle ft. Choerry, Olivia Hye

length ✦ 6668

genres ✧ you know what this is because it’s exactly what everything else is; plot-devoid smut; Daddy kink; sloppy double blowjob; titfucking; threesome sex; felching; snowballing; fwb!Yerim & Hyeju

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You thought there were limits to Yerim’s audacity.

Your dick is halfway down her throat and she’s rushing to get the question out, forgetting her words are being cockblocked in a new way.

“Canweples—ghlk... Ahh. C-can we please, please try the thing I talked about?” Yerim stares into your barely-there eyes. She’s prone, her feet up in the air kicking while her head leans against your thigh. One of your hands grasps the sheets while the other grasps her hair. You know exactly what she’s talking about, but after a long lick, at your lack of reply, she continues anyway: “One of my friends really wants to join us. Can she? Please? Pwease? Pwh, glh…”

The question becomes loaded as soon as her throat does. There are only a few people with whom she’s close enough to bring up this very topic of conversation, and you’re pretty sure they’re all members of a certain girl group. One she happily belongs to. And sure, that means she shouldn't be sucking on cock like a lollipop—really, choking on cock like a lollipop, but you're not going to stop her.

In fact, you’d reply with a clarifying question of your own—who exactly?—but you’re almost certain you’d be satisfied with any answer your fuckbuddy would give. So you let go: let go of the sheets, let go of the dark locks of hair, let go of the question, and with a swift gulp from Yerim’s throat, you let go of your climax, making her tummy warm and sticky.

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Already, your balls are full, heavy in their embrace with Hyeju’s distinct lips. There’s the left, pop, in, out; there’s the right, pop, in and out while she sucks like ripe fruit.

You’re not really sure you can quantify the exact difference compared to when Yerim focuses on your sack, but it definitely has to do with Hyeju’s mouth. Something about the shape, like a… no it’s always that. It could be her eagerness, which is new to you. Yerim holds no surprise at the way Hyeju is slurping, however; she has other things to hold—shaft down her throat, gagging, takes focus.

There was all that existence you had between cumming down Yerim’s throat alone and getting ready to cum down her throat again while Hyeju nurtures your testicles. Yet, the time between two orgasms is but a secondary thing, especially when two gorgeous women are venerating the veins of your erection with their mouths.

Wide-eyed, Hyeju looks up at Yerim. Your eyes are wide too: how can someone like Yerim drool and find so much joy in getting their throat filled with cock? Then, you remember how passionate you can get about eating out Yerim’s gorgeous pussy (like last night), and you gain some empathy in her raw hunger. Hyeju learns, watches, listens. Slurpy sloshing from Yerim’s throat, kissy noises whenever pouty lips focus on your tip, rushed yet reluctant sighs for air.

If you had to name one in-between moment (and it barely counts, occurring minutes before the present), it would be what you saw upon opening Yerim’s dorm door. Yerim had her tight blue dress hiked up her shapely hips. No panties. Surprise. On the other side of the couch, Hyeju slouched, her off-the-shoulder crop top pulled down right under her tits, and one of her nipples had a slight sheen. Definitely Yerim’s spit, given how much she drools.

Look right now. Your sack is as sloppy wet as your dick. Hyeju must be finding her mouth open more and more. (She was supposed to be the quiet, lips closed.) It’s awe, or it’s some understanding of Yerim’s lust. Either way, the rest of the saliva on your balls comes from the bubbly trails emanating from the side of Yerim’s mouth as she fucks her face down into your crotch, meeting Hyeju closer with each cock inhalation.

You and Hyeju both moan while Yerim giggles and coos between the gagged sounds from her throat. A blush forms on Hyeju’s cheeks, though she diligently keeps one ball in her mouth before swapping to the other, a back and forth cycle.

Yerim releases you and then slaps your cockhead against her tongue. She shows off the deftness of her pink organ, twirling around the strands of saliva and licking up beads of precum from the tip. Even if the sensation isn’t as utterly overwhelming as her deepthroating, your head still spins every time she adds that delicate touch to your sensitive spots. Your balls twitch, and you notice that Hyeju notices, even with her inexperience, as a crook of a smile appears.

Yerim returns to unflinchingly swallowing your dick whole. She’s already gone as deep as she can go, but each time feels deeper in your mind because of how Hyeju adds her tongue to the mix; its warm tip slides around your sack, jumps at the insistent pokes, then travels up to meet Yerim’s lips at your shaft with every other inhalation.

You wrest control by grabbing Yerim’s hair. It’s the same back and forth you and Yerim share: on even days, she’ll hold you by the hips to keep you still and work her magic at her own pace, and on odd days, you—you skullfuck her; there is no more elegant way to describe the intensity with which you pull Yerim’s head into yourself, showing no regard for her breath, for her throat.

Again, Hyeju is in awe, her brows furrowed as she’s focused on cleaning the gag-drool that leaks down from your cock.

While resting her lips on the side of your shaft, Yerim pats Hyeju’s head. “You know what to call him. It’s so, mm, obvious what he wants from us. It’s what I call him, and he loves it. But more importantly…” Yerim gazes at Hyeju in anticipation.

“It’s, it’s what I want. So take what you want.” Hyeju, when focused, is the most seductive being on the planet, sharp eyes cutting into you soul-deep. “Give us your cum. Daddy.”

Yerim is back with a giddy smile and a cute clap. “There we go.”

You’re not far from fulfilling Hyeju’s extremely reasonable request. Hyeju and Yerim can feel it, the way your testicles twitch, the way your shaft shifts; they can hear it by your increasing groans, your strained exhales; they can see it in your unseeing, your eyelids clamping tight in the muscle-clenching fires of pleasure. But for all the warnings of your incoming eruption, you have to restrain yourself. They’re going to have to take you kicking and screaming out of heaven.

With a pout on your cock, Yerim hums. “Daaddyy, aren’t you gonna cum yet? Pleeease? I’m ghnna be a ggfhd grl and—” And the pout disappears like your length in her throat.

“Yeaah.” Audibly slick pops from Hyeju’s mouth taking each ball in and out. “I reeewwy, really wanna taste what’s inside of…” You presume Hyeju means the testicle she’s greedily sucking on, the cum aching to escape, though the truth is lost to her lust.

You can tell Yerim is more experienced because, despite her intense attention to her oral ministrations, she is already multitasking. A hand between her legs, the other slides Hyeju’s tank top further down to her tight midriff. Her tits, in the open, perfectly to play with. As the piddliest puddle forms on your living room floor underneath Yerim’s thighs, she massages and manipulates each of Hyeju’s breasts like a fun toy. For all intents and purposes, Yerim is already nude herself with that blue dress bunched up around her waist. Yet, it's clear that she's done with clothing now, sliding out from her singular article, a—

"Hngh!" As blue decorates the floor, Hyeju’s bright skin turns red. Her hand pressing down into your thigh feels warm; that’s why she’s sighing so much, all from the heat of the ordeal.

You reciprocate that heat outward, sweat dripping down despite the cool air of your home. Hyeju explores more with her hands: she grabs at her breast, the one that isn’t being squished by Yerim, then feels your muscles from your abs, up your sides, to your arms. She looks between Yerim and you with pretty doe eyes. You almost remember she’s an idol, and this is the kind of look she gives her fans. Then you realize your balls are in her mouth and you forget everything about her. Her gaze is almost makes you also forget that your deepthroated cock is ready to explode into Yerim’s mouth any second.

She release your shaft from her throat to say: “Ohhh, you’re gonna cum soon, Daddy? Just let it out, cum for us, Daddy, please.”

Yerim tilts her head forward, jaw slack, lips parted by your cockhead, as your hot seed shoots down her throat. It hits the back of her throat, and she swallows reflexively. Her tongue swirls around your shaft, and then she pulls away to flick her tongue along its length, sending shivers down your spine. Once you’re all clean, she joins Hyeju in worshiping your balls, massaging them with her soft lips until you are nearly squirming off the couch with your last drops of seed—last only for the moment.

Hyeju is still stroking herself with her fingers at the foot of the couch, and your erection is maintained at the sight. She reaches for her shirt and pulls it up over her head so that while one hand rubs her clit, the other curls around her tit. It's a majestic picture, how her digits dig and squeeze into the flesh. You'd do the same, but you have more in mind: you need to fuck those perfect tits. WIthout any thought, your cock is already pointed at the perfect cleavage between her tits. Copying Yerim’s habits, Hyeju drools on your shaft, coating it in strands of saliva. Any flushed embarrassment on her face is gone; she's submitted to the fiery pleasure of the moment.

At once, Hyeju grabs your cock and aligns it between her breasts. The soft flesh engulfing your length makes you flutter, goosebumps up your arm. Your length slides up and down, spreading spit along Hyeju's tits, and it leaks down her midriff. Yerim provides kisses all around with her plump lips, giving a tickle to Hyeju’s side before worshiping your ballsack. Never a minute goes by without your testicles being sucked.

"Daddy!" Hyeju whines while she bounces up and down. The word Daddy truly spills from Hyeju's mouth without any shame, or how could there be shame in such a lecherous rasp, the begging eyes flashing between your rapt gaze and your dripping tip.

When she squeezes her arms together to constrict your cock, you notice your arms feeling too stiff as they rest at your sides. So you place a hand behind her head. However, there’s no need to even nudge Hyeju to move; you’re only raking your fingers through her long hair.

She gets into the rhythm of sliding up, down, sticking her tongue out to poke at your tip, to lick up the drops of semen from your slit. "Your cock looks so yummy between my tits. I just wanna suck on it some more."

Yerim interjects from underneath as she gives Hyeju's right breast a rough smack with a palm. "Hey, that's not fair! You already helped drain Daddy of cum with your lips. Just be a good girl and worship Daddy's cock with your tits, okay?"

You never expected to see Hyeju pout for your cock, but there those lips go, letting drool slide from the corner. "Hmph, fine." That "hmph" is accentuated with a further tightening of her arms, making her boobs feel like they were molded for you, predestined to wrap around your length. It’s a trapped fate long sought by you, ever since you started hooking up with Yerim. While you’ve had your share of fun with Yerim’s adorable handfuls—massaging, tasting, slapping (with hands and shaft)—Hyeju completely cocooning your cock is a novel thrill you’ll forever savor.

So, when you try to move an inch, you don’t even notice how close you are to your peak. One pump of your dick into Hyeju's tits, and your next orgasm suddenly arrives—an eruption with no tremors. Hyeju's chest, her pretty face, her needy lips, everything is covered with hot sticky seed. Your balls are tightening, your breaths gasping in spurts, your cock pulsing in tandem with your heartbeats.

"Ohhh, yesss, Daddy~" Hyeju coos as she bounces faster, coaxes out your load. Underneath you, Yerim happily lets the spasmic spurts of cum fall on her and licks up the mess. Apparently, it’s not enough of a mess: with a firm grip, she pulls your dick away from Hyeju’s paradisiacal softness to jerk you empty. She taps your cock against her tongue, then her cheeks, before her lips goes straight to your sore and sensitive tip.

"Daddy's cock, mmm." Yerim moans against your cockhead. Her breath is hot and wet on your cock; you feel it all the way to the root of your shaft. "Daddy, I'm gonna get to have you all to myself."

She licks around the head, and then she takes a big, warm breath through her nose, inhaling all of you in one slow breath. Her lips part with the intake of air, and then her tongue dives right down, licking the underside of your shaft. Your hips jerk uncontrollably and you groan, pushing forward to force Yerim's mouth further down.

Yerim sucks harder, deeper, and moans around your length. "Nngh, I can't believe you're still so hard Daddy. I love sucking your cock, but we have so much more to do."

Finally, she lets your dick free. Yerim makes a good point: how are you still erect? It must be the incredibly erotic situation, or maybe you turned into an Olympian overnight. Either way, you get off the couch and let the two girls get on. With her tongue, Yerim cleans the rest of your cum off of Hyeju and the two of them share the load, moaning and humming like it's the most delicious dessert they could get their hands on. Hyeju ends up on all fours above Yerim lying down on the sofa.

"Daddy's cum tastes so good," Hyeju says, sticking her tongue out and letting some drip back into Yerim's mouth. "I get why you're so addicted."

"Mhm." Yerim nods. She pushes Hyeju off, pauses, then looks at you. "So who do you think is more of a slut, Daddy? Because obviously you knooow how much I need good dick all the time. But have you seen Hyeju?"

Scratch your head. You can barely think, let alone answer her question. "Uh."

"Daddy," Hyeju interrupts. "C-can you eat me out first?"

"Of course, baby girl."

Yerim smiles. "Ooh. That means... one free Daddy dick for me!"

After a lot of trying to make positions work in your living room—the couch is too small; maybe you could contort Hyeju on your dining table while you're sitting on a chair, but then Yerim is sitting, so that doesn't work—the three of you decide to just walk to the bedroom, where there's a bed and space and that's what you should've done all along, oh well.

Once you're finally in the bedroom, you lay Hyeju down on her back and get rid of the pesky shorts and underwear she's been wearing since the night started. A kiss her cheek, then her neck, then down her collarbones. A gasp from Hyeju for each peck. You kiss around her navel, and she squirms under your touch. When your lips are pressed against the soft patch of hair between her legs, she's practically purring. You never thought about how she'd be trimmed, but considering the skimpy outfits they wear sometimes, you realize how much it makes sense. Now, the image of ripping off one of her stage outfits sticks in your mind, but you're pulled back into Earth by Hyeju with a hand in your hair.

You kiss her pussy, and she bites her lip in anticipation. Yerim leans down to watch, and the girls both moan at your attention.

"I want Daddy to eat me out." Hyeju is writhing in need to press her crotch into you while her fingers dig into your shoulders.

Still, you take your time. Lick slowly from top to bottom, and let her enjoy the sensations. You feel her thighs tense up, and her hips rise. Your tongue flicks over the outer lips, her clit, and her inner walls twitch.

Hyeju is so wet; her juices are flowing, and her scent fills your nose. "Daddy..." Hyeju pants, her voice hoarse. "D-don't be gentle."

There is no want nor need to be gentle. This woman is so hot, and she feels amazing beneath your tongue. You want to extract every possible reaction, every particle of pleasure from Hyeju.

Yerim wants the same. You've never seen this look on her face. Of course, she's the sweetest girl you know, but you know how she gets when she's horny and she's deprived of dick for two seconds. Right now, she's positively feral. She's biting her lower lip, grinding against Hyeju's thigh. And then, she's reaching behind Hyeju to grab your head. She presses her lips against yours and sucks your tongue, then she releases it only long enough for her to say, "Goddammit. Why does Hyeju's pussy taste so good?"

"Daddy, can you keep... keep going?"

It's not a question, no matter how sweet Hyeju's voice can make it seem. It's a demand. So you obey, and you devour Hyeju. You pull back—only a bit, half an inch, still able to feel the heat radiating from her pussy—and then you dive in again, plunging your tongue deep into her folds.

"But Daddy," Yerim says, adding this cute little whine to her voice, "my pussy is so neeedy. Like, it needs your cock to split it open. Just because you're eating Hyeju out doesn't mean you can't fuck me silly too, right?"

You pull yourself out from between Hyeju's thighs for a moment. "Right."

Once again, the three of you fumble around trying to find a position where you can fuck Yerim's pussy senseless while devouring Hyeju's cunt and tasting every drop; this time, at least, you have much more space to work with. Finally, you settle on a basic shape: the triangle. Its structural strength isn’t about physics, but rather logistics: You, Yerim, and Hyeju can all lie on your sides and pleasure each other. Hyeju and Yerim have already started making out, so it's up to you to position yourself. Luckily, it's not too hard, and you find your head between Hyeju’s thick thighs and Yerim's legs wrapped around your waist.

The two girls look down at you with smirks. They can tell what your cock has to say from the stiffening.

"Fuck me hard, Daddy~" Yerim whispers to you. "Make me squirm."

"Of course, darling," you reply. Your hands are free so you hold them up and rub them across Hyeju's ass and her cheeks. She's panting with arousal which also comes through her thighs in quivers and heat and sweat.

“Please, please, I need your mouth so bad.” Hyeju whimpers, her hips pushing downward until her pussy is right in your face, warm and wet.

As your lips seal against Hyeju, in one quick movement, your hips thrust forward and sink into Yerim's wet folds. Your entire cock is buried deep within Yerim's juicy, dripping pussy; your tongue is deep inside Hyeju's pussy, lapping up the sweetest nectar you've ever tasted; and your hands are pressed up against Hyeju's ass to push her down into your face and tongue. Yerim's eyes roll back a bit as her hands grasp at your shoulders, her legs wrapping around your hips, and Hyeju's legs do the same thing with your head. You're locked in the best trap possible.

Heat radiates from Yerim’s insides, so warm that it nearly burns. Every little twitch and quiver of her pussy sends shockwaves through your throbbing shaft and causes you to shudder from the pleasure. Right now, it's impossible to compare the two women—both of them are blowing your mind. So you do your best to keep up. You suck Hyeju's clit harder and faster, plunging your tongue into her depths, and you squeeze her buttcheeks even tighter.

"Fuck, Daddy!" Yerim exclaims. "Your cock—ahh—your cock, d-don't stop, please?"

"I'm not stopping, baby girl. I'm just getting started."

"Mmm~" You can hear the smile in her voice. Her hands tighten on your shoulders, then loosen. "Oh god, Daddy, I'm gonna—"

With a growl, you pull back and plunge into her again, and this time you stay put. On the few occasions you get to breathe air instead of Hyeju's pussy juices, you can see Hyeju sucking on Yerim's neck. You can tell by the way Yerim is squirming that she wants to cum on your cock so badly. All of your hard work isn't going to go to waste—she's gonna finish, no matter what. Even though it might seem cruel to make her wait, you want this one to be the most intense climax of her life.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, pleeease." Yerim has never begged this much in her life. You've teased her before, sure, but the fire of lust has completely consumed her. She sounds like she’s crying out in need of her orgasm.

"I'm gonna c-cum so hard... I'm going to cum in you. Fuck, I'm sorry, Hyeju." You know the girl doesn’t want you to stop eating her out, but all you can think about is putting a creampie in Yerim (even if you’ve done that plenty before).

You sit up, wiping your mouth, and with one look, Yerim knows exactly what to do—hands and knees. Hyeju pouts again, but when she sees you gripping Yerim's wide hips for dear life, she looks less distraught, more in awe at the raw strength. Yerim's mouth opens when you begin pounding your cock in her tiny hole. The sounds of your balls slapping against her clit and her loud groans fill the room.

In and out, each penetration is its own dramatic event of force. Yerim's moans turn into loud cries. You're fucking her with all you've got—and when Yerim trembles, you know exactly what’s coming next. Hot, imminent, like lava bubbling toward the surface. It’s coming through her whole body, but especially her thighs jiggling; it’s coming through her cunt, soaking your length. She pushes down onto your cock, desperate for release.

"Daddy!" She moans into the pillow as she grips the headboard for support as if she was about to faint into them—and then she does just that as she cums on top of you at full speed, and you follow suit.

Your body shudders, and your balls pump out their load into Yerim's depths. Yerim's pussy squirts and leaks around your cock like a broken faucet, and you're the one to break it. You squeeze her ass, and she cries out again, her thighs clenching as she rides out her orgasm.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Daddy, I'm c-cum—" Yerim whimpers as orgasms ripple through both of your bodies one after another like waves crashing against rocks on a shoreline just before a tsunami hits it—waves that make a mess of everything in their wake before disappearing completely without leaving anything behind but sand, an unknowable, uncountable number of grains of bliss. However, the only things material left behind are all that thick seed in Yerim’s womb, trickling, flooding, and all that messy squirt on your sheets.

When it's over...

Hyeju is still there waiting. Jealousy and need and above-all-else lust are painted on her face—crumpled brows, pursed lips, red cheeks, but most of all, smoky eyes that stare at your dick, noticing that—"You're still so hard Daddy. Oh my god, I know I felt how full your balls were in my mouth but oh my god, I need it in me right now, please?"

You pull your cock out of Yerim's creampied hole, a familiar sight but nonetheless pleasant to see. "Of course." You stroke yourself until you're ready for another round—doesn’t take too long. "Fuck, you're so sexy. I know you're gonna get the biggest load out of me."

Hyeju looks up at you with those big eyes of hers that always seem so innocent even when they're turned on like they are right now. She lays on the mattress, staring at your dick. "I've never had a dick like that inside of me. I can't believe that fit inside of you Yerim."

"I know," Yerim says with a smirk. She's still dazed from her orgasm, prone on the bed letting your cum leak out onto the sheets—again, you're used to the sight (and you're used to the cleanup too), yet still you revel in the naughtiness of creampieing a gorgeous idol like her. "You just have to let it stretch you out."

Hyeju bites her lip and spreads her legs. She sighs deeply. "Daddy, please... again, don't be gentle. I'm your little cocksleeve, okay?"

Aligning your shaft with her slit, you nod. "Of course. I would never with such perfect body."

Your hands leave their position around Hyeju's hips and move up to grip either side of her face. Push forward with all of your might, and you’re surprised your head slips through her folds with ease (but it helps that she wants it that bad). Your cock is so big that it takes a few seconds before she feels even half of its size inside of her; then, you slip further, and somehow, it’s tighter than any pussy has ever been before. It's nothing like Yerim—Yerim was snug and squirty but not this tight; Hyeju is tight enough that it feels unnatural in the best way for your cock to fit inside of her, tight enough that it feels like vacuum suction pulling you because there’s nowhere to go but inward. Therefore, inward you go, her pussy lips sinking down until they’re completely stuffed, until you two are wholly attached.

In this missionary position, you're so close to Hyeju that you can only see her face (and feel her tits pushing against your chest). So it surprises you, when you feel lips on your neck—Yerim and that damned oral fixation, always needing to do something with her mouth. You don't mind though; it only spurs you on as you begin to slide your dick back out. Then, another deep thrust into Hyeju’s hole. She cries out when she feels herself being stretched out again by every inch of its length before it disappears once more. Despite that tightness, you see stress on her face: it’s emptiness, the same kind that Yerim feels when you’re not railing her every second. You can tell that Hyeju never she gets used to the sensation—she makes this sexy little noise when she feels herself being filled again, and empty again, then filled again, empty again, filled and...

Yerim moans while she fingers her own cream-filled cunt, digging some of your seed deeper as it seeps out from her pussy lips. "Fuck. Hyeju must feel so good, Daddy. I had trouble getting my fingers in that little hole. How are you fucking her this hard?"

Well, Hyeju did ask to be your little cocksleeve. You'd never admit it aloud, but even if she is as enthusiastic as ever, you know that Yerim is a lot easier to handle—that's the sort of thing that comes with experience. The way that Hyeju squirms under you, still getting used to the shape of your cock, that's what drives you to fuck harder. You're not just trying to give her an orgasm or two anymore; you're aiming to blow your load into her womb while she's fucked absolutely brainless, her eyes devoid of anything but the feeling of your dick inside her. So the more you pump your shaft into Hyeju, the more pleasure you add: your hands go from her tits to her neck.

"Ooh, Daddy, are you gonna choke her? Slap her? You should," Yerim says. "She's practically begging for it with her eyes."

You growl, and Hyeju’s posture becomes smaller, her head folding, her ears red—you’ve seen that one before.

"You're right." With one hand tightening fingers around her tender neck, you raise your other hand. You give Hyeju an intentful gaze and she nods. So you do it—smack—and the sound of the slap fills the room. Her cunt clenches, hard.

"Yes!" Hyeju cries out as you smack her again, on the other cheek, and again, one on her left breast, and again, one on her right. It's not just a flush borne out of coyness or lust anymore; it's a mark that you leave, and that mark looks so right on her tits. You can tell Hyeju agrees: she's fucking herself into you as best as she can, and you reciprocate this feedback loop. She also has her hands on her own boobs, massaging the supple flesh and pinching the hardening nubs.

Yerim joins in on the fun, adding a hand to knead too. "God, your tits are so amazing, Hyeju."

"Th-thank you."

You'll always be surprised at any timidity that comes out of Hyeju's lips, whether it's because she's so used to being confident on stage, or because it seems she's lost any sense of shame, taking your cock proudly and happily. Either way, it works for you—you love seeing her act shy sometimes. It makes you want to tease her further and drive home that she's yours.

But you don't have much time to indulge yourself with thoughts of teasing Hyeju, because Yerim grabs your dick mid-thrust. "I'm sorry Hyeju, but I neeeed more of Daddy's cock." She lies next to Hyeju and stuffs your cock into her already-used pussy.

Hyeju can barely react, and you aren't sure if that's a good thing or not. You've had a plethora of good things anyway, so you don't mind sliding back into Yerim's luscious hole. It's so sloppy with her juices and your cum, but that doesn't matter. You're going to fuck her brains out regardless.

Yerim is your greatest temptation, addiction. When you think about it, it's true: you've gotten off to her, with her, more times than anyone else, even more than you have alone. There are plenty of girls who you find attractive—for example, all the other members of LOONA—but none of them turn you on quite like Yerim does. It helps that she's the one you get to fuck on a daily basis. So even if Hyeju might have the tightest pussy you've ever had, you gladly piston inside of Yerim as if there's no tomorrow. But before Hyeju can even realize it, you're back to fucking her too. It's a difficult, dangerous charade to play, but you go back and forth, left and right between the two women. One moment, you're pounding your throttlehold-tight cocksleeve, watching her tits bounce around; the next, you're indulging in your cock-addicted slut, watching her legs jerk with every lunge. It's perfection, the amalgamation of bliss, the way your dick never strays too far from the tight warmth of Hyeju or Yerim.

As you pound away at each woman, you notice that Yerim is starting to look worn down. She's moaning less, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy as you continue to fuck her. She's still got that cute little smile on her face, but it's not as bright. Maybe she's tired from the night before (when you ate her out even though she was sweaty from dance practice), or maybe she’s had too many orgasms today. Whatever it is, you know that Yerim won't be able to keep up with Hyeju's boundless stamina. It's incredible that through your relentless pumping—the sticky sweat, the musky smell, and the heat of the room—Hyeju can still bring one hand down to play with her clit while the other keeps a firm hold of your balls.

That's when you decide to take matters into your own hands. Your resolve to wear Hyeju down returns. Bring her down to her most primal state, to a melting pile of flesh and jumpy nerves. Without warning, you stop your reckless alternating pattern by pulling out of Yerim's pussy. You sit back against your headboard, the two girls in a daze, then grab Hyeju by the hair from behind, sitting her petite yet juicy ass on your lap. Nectar from her pussy soaks down into your crotch as your hands squeeze her thin waist tighter. Her hips slide back and forth in need—after all, your cock is not yet inside and she looks back and she just wants it inside more than anything else. You slide up to her chest, left hand and right hand both cupping a breast, and pull her so that her back is against your chest. Then, finally, you plunge inside of her.

It's a funny thing, how your dick can be slotted inside the most snug pussy you've ever felt, but all you can watch is Yerim drooling.

"Ooh... yesss." Hyeju moans as you push into her. "Oh fuck, Daddy. I love being filled, love, love being your fuckdoll."

You push into her as hard as possible until she screams. Again, you just see Yerim with her tongue drooping out of her mouth sloppily.

Turns out that your focus is warranted. Yerim lunges forward. Not only do you get the sensation of Hyeju's tight cunt around your dick, but you also get the sensation of Yerim's lips on your ear, sucking on your lobe. After that, you get to watch her indulge in Hyeju’s chest, and this is where the spit really begins. When Yerim has had enough time with her face in Hyeju's cleavage, she starts to focus on those taut nipples, moistening them until they're covered in spit, the same as when you first started the night.

"You're such a good girl for Daddy," Yerim says, looking up at Hyeju sweetly. You can feel Hyeju tightening up around your shaft, and it drives you to thrust into the girl in your lap harder. "Your tits taste so good. They're made to be milked."

Yerim emphasizes with a squeeze of her hand around the breast to which her mouth is latched. "Th... thank you."

"You think when Daddy pumps you full of cum, you can really get some milk out of there?"

Such a small whine out of Hyeju's lips for an even bigger reaction, her body shaking and trembling.

"Wow, that gets you going, huh?" Yerim can't lay off the teasing tone, as much as she can lay off Hyeju's tits. "That's right, baby girl. Daddy's gonna turn your womb into a sticky mess just like me, so the next time you cum all over his cock, your pretty tits can spray all that yummy milk."

"Fuuck," Hyeju says with a shiver coursing her nerves.

Your arms are tight around Hyeju now, and you're hitting her deepest parts, as fast as you can, provoked by Yerim's words. Though you creampie her plenty, this isn't the sort of thing Yerim usually indulges in. But it's clear now, by every needy motion of Hyeju, this is something they've been talking about, something she's been wanting for a long time.

Yerim smirks. Once she's done with the succulent meal of Hyeju's boobs, she leans down, tracing a path with her tongue down Hyeju's midriff. Hyeju wants to giggle, but there's barely any breath in her. Truthfully, the same goes for you, after all this bouncing. The only reason you have any energy left in you is because Yerim is determined to make you cum more than you ever have, sending whatever seed you have left inside of Hyeju—she does this by using that hungry mouth for one last lewd act: licking your dick and your ballsack whenever Hyeju is lifted off your body.

And truly, Hyeju is barely able to move on her own volition, barely able to sigh out her pleasure through her fatigued lungs. Grab her chin to make her look back at you, and you see that you’ve done it. Her eyes are empty, white as her pupils roll back, her mouth unabashedly open. She’s nothing more than her fit figure in your hands, her reflexes of her cunt clenching on your dick, a small and tight toy.

Despite the slower pace, it’s only for a brief second that Yerim gets the swipes of her tongue in; however, it's enough for Yerim to clean the cream of Hyeju's pussy off your cock, to make your muscles tense, to nurture Hyeju's clit. In search of your orgasms, Yerim's lips do not quit sucking and puckering and kissing the filthy connection between you and Hyeju. It's persistent; it's salacious—

It's the audacity of it that makes you come. You feel your balls tighten, your shaft throbs, and you let out a groan of pleasure, the first of many. Hyeju can't hide from the bliss striking her body either, and she lets out a big gasp of surprise. You're just as surprised. How many orgasms have you had today? Yet, you're turning Hyeju's pussy into an overflowing receptacle for your seed, a pulsating, gripping thing. Any of your cum that flows out from her cunt onto your cock, Yerim makes sure none of it goes to waste. Persistent licks turn her tongue into the same sticky mess as Hyeju's womb, a perfect cum-slurping tool, her saliva making it easy to coat the entire length of your shaft with your creamy load. And these two girls are going on stage the next morning with smiles on their faces, as if they weren't wringing a man dry and being wrung dry themselves.

As you pull out of Hyeju's pussy, your shaft still glistens with spit. Yerim gives a kiss on the tip as if to say, "Thank you, Daddy." You’re not sure what kind of thanks it is when Yerim purses her lips around Hyeju’s labia and sucks out the cum from Hyeju, but it’s almost enough to stiffen your dick again—you’ve never been so sore in your life; it’s time to end the night.

Hyeju gives her own gratitude with a lengthy kiss on your neck as her legs writhe around Yerim’s head. When you look up, both women smile at each other, their eyes filled with satisfaction, and then that smile becomes pecks, and of course they’re so slutty that they’re sharing your creampie, swapping cum from Hyeju’s cunt along with their spit. How can you live life normally knowing this image will forever be embedded in your head?

"Fuck, you two are incredible," you murmur. After making sticky spitty bridges and twisting tongues, Hyeju and Yerim finally get a chance to breathe.

"You're the best, Daddy. We really need to do this again," Hyeju replies, and Yerim gives a nod before jumping on you with a hug. Hyeju grabs onto your arm too, and the three of you fall asleep together in ocean floor depths of sleep.

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maybe i did write a good portion of this using AI, who knows

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