🌼 ❭ yangyang

@✽ yunjin h. the young man took solace in the way the breadth of the bed, while generous and expansive, nestled them together. what dictated the ambiance was a mixture - the volume of the tv falling quaint along their ears as the two were too busy exchanging wrestling words of sweet longing, and the smiles which spilled through the previously pursed lips of the two young, budding adults. the energy rose high and past the parameters of the ceiling of the physical space they were in. the woman's aura was so venomous that the contours of his lips were positively volatile under her care; he was a copycat - when she smiled, so did he. when he got up, he made sure to keep her within his peripheral, just so he always knew she was there. the shell of his ears then tuned into her request, a staining grin cutting into his cheeks which never seemed to drop for her.
that does sound a bit more therapeutic. come here. get acquainted with the pillow of my chest, and i'll smile knowing that you're listening to me.
yangyang complied, but not without crawling towards her and stealing away a few loitering kisses along her lips as he pulled her down with him, unfolding his stature onto the bed so that he could eventually reel her into laying on his chest. the man sent pecks toward her forehead now just residing at lip-level as they settled, their collective warmth congregated in the two-person-sized crater they had allotted themselves on the mattress. his hands wasted no time in combing through the woman's hair thereafter, knuckles riding down the entirety of the scarlet path the crown of her to their ends. occasionally, his thumb would massage the better part of her temples or her crown before dragging his hand down for another comb through.
had somewhat of a weird sleep schedule. had to wake up basically in the middle of the night to practice with the group. i only just got back a bit ago. but now i'm here with the lovely yunjin, whose touch can do no wrong. how about you, babes? what's been gnawing at you?

@✽ yangyang l. certainty existed in the confines of his hand which where intertwined with hers, the warmth of his palm radiating against her own providing her comfort beyond what she could begin to understand. as she trailed behind him she wore a clement smile upon her features, and just like that it felt like her exhaustion was wearing off her feeble frame by the second. in that moment yunjin noted how light she suddenly felt, and then the thought that she was right where she needed to be eclipsed all others laced with responsibility and whatever stress weighed upon her shoulders. with a gentle squeeze of his palm between her fingers she conveyed her gratitude, followed by the kiss she planted on his cheek, her attention evidently centered upon him instead of the bedroom she had just stepped foot in. a wistful hum leaves her, too, in response to his suggestion, which she eagerly obeyed soon after, traipsing towards his bed before haphazardly hopping onto the mattress with a muffled thud. she elicited a contended sigh in turn, her smile only growing wider and pulling her cheeks taut.
i missed this place.
she murmured, her voice almost inaudible if yangyang weren't near her. as he, with his unsurprising strength brought her to the center of his bed, she took liberty in encircling his frame with her limbs—arms comfortably around his shoulders while her legs were snug around his waist, pulling him down against her frame for a brief moment as he peppered her lips with kisses, which she gladly returned with a giggle breaking free from her grin. when he pulled away, so did she, arms and legs unfurling from his frame so that she could relax atop his sheets. although, only for a moment, because she sat up and scooted just a few inches to the side, patting the space where she had just removed herself from.
i want to lay on your chest. and you can talk to me about how your day has been. i think that sounds more therapeutic than a massage, don't you?

@✽ yunjin h. fair enough, you did so well too. i was watching you. seeing you work up quite a sweat did something to me.
he relished it. the intangible bubble only to be perceived by her and him only as her aura was receptive, inviting. and a doting glance she shared with him every now and then melted his stature into her embrace. she was right where she needed to be - with him.
i missed you too. so much so. but yes, let's. let's get you relaxed, honey.
he recused himself from her coiling embrace, but only to let his arms fall to reach hers and lead an interlocked hand toward the seclusion of his room. welcomed they were as the ambiance switched, closing the door behind him before his room spilled into relevant view.
almost got deja vu bring you here again, hand in hand. and to think we almost barely knew each other then. how about you lay down? i can give you a massage and we can put on some avatar in the background.
his languid touch gestures the woman toward the edge of the bed as he only deprives his touch for a moment to turn on the tv to let the show accompany the ambiance of the space. not soon thereafter did his strides lead him back to track her own footsteps, ending up in front of her anyway and not shy to douse her lips in a few desperate kisses. he simply could not keep to himself for even a moment's breadth, but the solemn moment they had together did not call for restraint anyway.
babes, you can sit in the middle of the bed, or you can lay down on your stomach. and you know the rule, clothes can be optional in my room, ok?
the man lifts the woman up slightly by her slender waist, tracking both of their figures toward the middle of the bed as they took their liberties scooting toward the middle expanse of the mattress and for a brief moment, he allows himself to detour a bit by letting her straddle his lap. eyes locked as he watches her every move. the way her eyelids eclipses her irises with every blink, and the natural part her hair falls into when they settle down.
sorry, i just get a little distracted by you. you look so good, yunjin. i could eat you up. anyway... i'll put my hands on you, baby. let's just relax for a bit, hmm?

@✽ yangyang l. nothing to talk about. just tired from coachella and all.
she mumbled against his neck where her lips were still glued upon, couplets dragging against his flesh while she spoke. in his familiar arms she found solace, a smile, in turn, surfacing upon her countenance which was otherwise marred by exhaustion.
i just need you.
she responded, her voice no louder than a whisper as if she wished for her words to be heard by only him; a confession that manifested in only the little bubble his embrace provided her. as he reciprocated her affection with multiple kisses of his own, her smile broadened, and with his guidance she directed her gaze to his own—pools of melted brown sugar adorned with a wispy set of dark lashes. something that she had found herself endlessly thinking about in their time apart, when she was swept away by her incredibly busy schedules.
i like the sound of that.
was whispered before he captured her lips with his own in a kiss, to which she melted into, body receptive to his demanding touch. his hands on her elicited a pleased moan from the back of , while her own digits tangled into the strands of hair at the back of his head, tugging softly at his locks.
i like the sound of it all.
she hummed against his mouth, where she had begun to place a plethora of pecks against before reclining back and gazing into his eyes again.
“honey.” i like hearing that from you, yang.
a grin curled at the corners of her lips while her hands cradled his face, touch as delicate as a feather whilst the pad of her thumb caressed his cheeks.
god, you're so handsome. and i missed you. let’s go to your room?

@✽ yunjin h. not soon thereafter did her stature spill into view, moseying past him as he syllables congregated toward the end of a groan laced in apparent frustration. he was, however, receptive to her lingering touch. her hands needing solemn refuge from whatever schedules she just came from, and the man enjoyed feeling her all-encompassing warmth anyway.
babes, want to talk about it as i give you a massage or something? or maybe we can cook something? we can watch avatar the last airbender. i missed you too. i did say you can always come to me when you need something and i'm glad i'm seeing you right in front of me.
as her head migrated to the crevice of his kiss-laden neck, his forearms swooped along her waist and his generous lips pressed against the horizon of her forehead. a rapid series of kisses splayed themselves out there, for her. the man then let's her chin occupy the space he allocates between his thumb and forefinger, bringing her delicate features up to be level with his.
hey, hey, princess... look at me. or... we could make out and like we love doing. either way, i'm yours tonight.
the man brought his lips against hers as a lax exhale emitted from him. the heaviness of his palms caused them to bring themselves down and cup her gently in tandem to his kiss which only ventured deeper. yunjin provided the cinder for the fire that simmered and evidently rose within him. the physical feeling of her pressed against him was second to none, her scent and aura inducing a lure he was dragged towards.
yunjin, honey. i'm just glad you're here again.

@✽ yangyang l. this week has been exhausting.
yunjin complained as soon as yangyang opened the door for her. a pout marred her face as she pushed past him, practically welcoming herself into his shared dorm before toeing off her shoes. politely she set them to the side, just beside the door, before spinning around on her heels to face the male with a little frown, arms reaching out for his neck where they circled about, drawing him in close in a needy—and evidently needed—embrace.
i missed you.
she whispered into the crook of his neck where she buried her face into, the warmth of his body enveloping and providing her with a sense of security that she had longed for for as long as their schedules kept them apart. emitting from within her was a pleased hum, and following that a soft breath drawn in, and with it his scent—nothing of note that she could quite put a finger on, but something she equated only to yangyang. something that was entirely, solely, and wholly him. a familiar scent that always drove her over the edge, that ignited something carnal within her. suddenly, she wasn’t so tired after all.
you smell good.
she remarked while pressing a soft, slow, open-mouthed kiss upon the warm, delicate skin of his neck.

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@✽ yunjin h. it was the way their voices hummed in unison, joining in concert as their respective highs drove both their voices up the walls of what they could handle. it was sultry the way she presented herself to him. the hungry gaze she took every time her irises blistered through the messed tresses of her hair, sullied by the sinful movements of the night. every time cradled his named along, he responded to her. yangyang spanking her flesh, gripping the parts of her that he wanted to reel in, just to share a semblance of warmth before their catalyzing highs would steal the breath from each of them. it was monolithic how seductive she was whimpering and contorting beneath him. wherever his touch led her, she followed suit, and with it, a desperate plea to perform the same rendition. it was a song and dance that coalesced into lustrous improv, but there was beauty in the way it meticulously would fall apart in some respects. his hips pressing against hers, diving his deeper into her cavernous , he felt he could control her. be the omniscient dominant power that wanted to ruin her, have her all to himself.
keep saying my ing name like that, baby. you know daddy loves spoiling his little .
two fingers dared to prong themselves in the woman's mouth as she arched her back for him, back dimples making their allotted cameo, paying witness to the harsh acts he was bestowing upon her curvaceous stature. the bed was already soiled in the multitude of layers from their eagerness to please one another. and the pillow sitting at the head no longer looked like its unsullied self, the previously white canvas now victim to the painter's brush. and the painter was more than happy to press his dirty little brush against the pillow as his hips adhered to one final pump.
, yunjin. huh yunjin, you naughty ing girl... look how much i pumped into you. did you feel it? my seed coursing into this tight hole of yours and you taking it like the you are as my pinned you against the bed.
his words funneled to her as he pressed his lips against the shell of her as the last bit of his tip still leaked of his milky ropes of pleasure. the hot breath which accompanied it brushed against her lobes, his voice contouring to a lower octave with an inkling of vocal fry. he tapers off his venom-laden words with a small bite and nibble of the woman's ear.
i loved every second of it. it felt nice to see every inch of that gorgeous body of yours, baby. i couldn't get enough of just looking at it. i wanted to ruin it, and i'll keep ruining it until i please, ok? you're daddy's little girl now. his little .
catering to the pleasured woman's touch, he allowed his countenance to reach her's again. stealing back the stolen kisses until lightly cups the submissive one's throat to deepen the length and breadth of the kiss. snaking his tongue through his teeth to swipe across her lips for a scant moment before snaking his couplets back to draw a line along her lips, jaw, neck and upper back.
baby, i want to keep it in you. until we see the sun and i can you silly again one more time. remember my shape. i could really use a rest right now, but come here, let's keep it in but you and sleep on top of me ok?
in one fell swoop, he pivots their bodies so that his back could lay and reach an unsullied, less mysterious liquid-stained part of the bed. with his shaft a bit softer, yet coddling still within the warmth of her wetness, he allows her figure to rest atop of him. his lithesome digits combing the individual strands of her hair and following them down along her back before his palm could cheekily cup around her supple , kneading it lightly as he knows it has been a rough one for the pair.
i may flutter my eyes close, yunjin, but i'm still listening, still making sure you feel comfortable. let me know where i can massage you a bit, i know it was a rough one. look at you, being all baby girl for me. you can use my chest as a pillow, ok?

@✽ yangyang l. his room became host to a pandemonium of sounds, nothing quite in harmony to one another and yet sounded undeniably pleasing to the ear, were they not a flagrant display of their sin; a performance of their dirtiest desires manifested atop disordered bedsheets. yunjin was an obedient performer in this production; a puppet to a master who exhibited sheer confidence in pulling at her strings, so that she is exactly where he wanted, and how he wanted. she was malleable at best, and perhaps it was not entirely his doing, for she needed to allow his manipulation for this performance to unravel as smoothly as it did. simply put, wherever he moved her to, she was happy to lean into; whenever he pressed her against the pillow, she complied and remained there; and whenever he asked her questions, she answered without an ounce of hesitation. she was perfectly submissive to his command, willing to do anything he wished so long as she would be rewarded in the end. ironic to think that she was the same way with her career. except, the difference was, she was not under his control to maintain the appearance of perfection—not at all. yangyang made sure to ruin her as much as possible, to sully whatever image of a good girl she was meant to have. he had stolen that from her the moment he brought her to his bedroom, had stripped her free from it as soon as he touched her.
and god, she loved it. she loved when he'd pull on her a little too harsh, contorted her body in a position that proved to be a little uncomfortable, if at most inconvenient, loved when he held her jaw a little too tight and dug his fingers a little too deep, when his breath felt a little too hot against her cheek, pounded into her a little too hard, kissed her a little too sloppily, or even spoke too much that would eventually drown under the sea of her moans—she loved it all. perhaps a little too much. because, maybe, she was a little too loud, and resembled a doll a bit too closely, because she did nothing to return everything he did besides simply staying in his grasp and taking him. she was, at the very most, a pretty little doll he could give and take pleasure from, who did nothing but endlessly vocalize, with that pathetic, whiny voice just how good he was making her feel:
yangyang—daddy, please. don't stop, please don't stop. you feel so good. you feel so ing good. don't—god, daddy. i'm yours. this is all yours. no one else's, daddy. daddy s me better than anyone has ever ed me. god, , cu-- god, right there. inside me, please? please, daddy... daddy... daddy. , daddy, please. i love it. i love your . i love how you your pretty little .
eventually did those filthy phrases become swallowed by the pillow he had buried her face in, moans and whines and whimpers eaten by the white cushion stained by smudged makeup and acrid tears, as well as the bit of drool that spilled from when she could not close it in favor of her ceaseless begging. she was entirely a mess, a painting destroyed by the artist's own hand, yangyang merciless in his endeavor to attain their mutual peaks. and none of it had been in vain—she could tell because she suddenly felt that familiar sensation she had experienced earlier that night, blossoming below the very pit of her stomach, threatening to grow so long as he continued to cultivate it with lecherous care. eager to encourage its growth, for the first time that session, yunjin had initiative to pry her hand from where itsought comfort buried in yangyang's sheets, to reach between her legs and rub vehemently at the tiny bundle of nerves, just below where his sank between her folds, with two fingers, circular motions matching the pace of his s. and when his warm seed shot from the slit atop his and filled her walls, she too had come undone. her walls pulsed achingly around his thick rod as her pelvis drove down towards the mattress, jerking uncontrollably in small spurts to ride out her high as it manifested in clear liquid that mixed with his , consequently coating his and dripping out of her , soaking the bed beneath their joined frames and between their knees, kissing their skin with little droplets. she whined all the while, clear as the moans sung into her ears by the make voice behind her, hands curling into the pillow cradling her head.
when they had both finished coursing through their shared highs, she released a sigh—a breath of relief and pure exasperation as exhaustion began to weigh heavy on her body.
yangyang...
she muttered his name for what felt like the hundredth time that night, so much so that his walls were probably engraved with the letters that made it up. as he guided her to sit upright on her knees, she reached up, tangling her fingers in his head of thick hair, holding him still whilst she basked underneath the warmth of his kisses, which were contrastingly tender in comparison to what he had done to her in the past—god, she couldn't even begin to figure out how long it had been.
i loved every second and inch of it. did you?
she whispered, turning her over her shoulder to look at him with tired eyes and a gentle smile. unfurling her digits from his hair, she dragged them along his cheek, thumb coming over his lips to trace their shape. she hummed, pleased, and craned her neck, stealing a kiss from those pretty lips.

@✽ yunjin h. yangyang's movement's rocked the two of them in unison, imprinting the indent of their passion splayed plainly across the malleable canvas of the bed. his thighs adhered to the crash and ripple of her's, smacking against them as his maneuvered her, the wet noises sourcing from their heat joining at the center. he loved the way her moans oscillated as his s siphoned the stability from her voice, music to the man's ears in an ambiance that was already quite scintillating. heat joins heat. yangyang's and yunjin's moans differed in pitch and hollowness but both offered the same concert of adjoining pleasure. he enjoyed hearing her.
you ing like it? daddy's big ? all over it, just like the little you're meant to be. soak daddy's .
the heavy palms which anchored slid upwards slightly to pivot the woman's face around, swoop of the thumb and index finger cradling her jawline as he caught the lips which he manually turned to the side, reeling in her aching couplets tiring themselves with the innumerable moans which diced the night of lust into favorable pieces. messy was the word to describe the kisses he tried to give her, both pairs of lips still fighting off grunts and moans to give way for stuttering breaths. what was left of her peach lipstick he tried to salvage into his own almost, smudged scandalously along the outer circumference of his mouth as he tried his chances at letting the lip-lock happen. but he can't help but moan lowly and elicit warm and heavy breaths against the contours of yunjin's face. his waist never let up, only going until he could inevitably surrender to an etching itself into the pelvis of the man whose tip never stopped leaking into her.
that's right, say my name like that. like my little . like daddy's little . i love ing my name into you, yunjin. ...
short grunts were interspersed between moans of lust. the wet noises carried the same melody she craved, only going the pace that made her seem high in the clouds, coalescing into periods of whimpers which sated his craving. each time his domed tip dived deeper, the blossoming sensation arose within him as the webs of pleasure conjoined toward the center of his pelvis, threatening to burst if he kept going. so he kept going.
you want this ? you want daddy's deep inside that tight little ? scream how much you want it, princess. let me claim that right now and you harder. it's all mine.
the hand which resided on now sought out the two arms beside her, taking and crossing them behind her back, wrists atop each other as he bundled them with his palm and rested his hand, holding them together as leverage. likewise did the grip on her hair which fared well in his other hand tightened slightly as he pushed her head back into the pillow, dirtied with her makeup and stained with her moans. the man's hips grew faster in pace, rocking into her as he anchored her down, using her walls fully for himself, keeping them to himself. yangyang's moans grew louder and less tangibly coherent as he could feel his shaft wanting to swell from the pleasure, balls wanting to empty themselves soon as her tight nested themselves over every inch of him, not wanting to let go until he could be relieved.
oh , yunjin, baby, this is about to make me- ...
his rapid s reached the summit of the treacherous climb to the top. soon thereafter did his s slow and with it, his volatile slit parted, painting her tight walls with his viscous seed. his shaft only moved within her by a few inches back and forth in languid movements as his release coated her insides, rapturing moans falling from half-solid lips which barely stood up on their own. a wave of moans arrived, the pumping tip mixing his with her sweet nectar as the man rode his with his shaft still pulsated fully sheathed inside her. he leaned down, planting tired kisses along the small of her back, steering them up as he pecked her neck, letting her know she did well for him.
good girl. you did so well with taking me in. we made such a ing mess. i hope you felt every pump of me, baby.

@✽ yangyang l. yes pl—oh... my god...
it was entirely visceral, the way her body responded to him. it was ironic, how she had been preparing herself since she stepped foot in his bedroom, begging to feel him in his entirety—and yet nothing could quite prepare her for the delicious sensation of becoming split apart by his whole being. he had stretched her taut with his size, selfishly making space for himself between her walls whilst taking his time, introducing inch by inch rather slowly, allowing her to feel that delicious, smooth slide permitted by her own essence and the saliva that she had previously coated his with, until he was fully sheathed, consequently knocking out all of the air from her lungs and what little was left of her composure. she cursed under her breath, a word muffled by the pillow she buried her face and nails into, whilst the muscles on her back tensed momentarily before relaxing, and her toes curled. soon after did she moan his name, this time a little clearer, because she had pivoted her head so that her cheek was mushed against the white cushion beneath her, which she had blemished with her makeup.
yes, daddy. you're so big... you feel so good, daddy. you feel... perfect.
she managed to say with ragged, shallow breaths when his hot breath kissed her ear, before a bashful laugh escaped her, eyes fluttering open to glance up at him with a pleased smile, however dazed, eyes hazy with carnal desire as she willed him to her just like he described with only her gaze. and when he followed suit, as if he read exactly what was written in her honey orbs, a moan spilled from her lips whilst her eyes remained on him for a moment longer, allowing him to witness the way her face contorted accordingly, pleasure burgeoning over her features. her brows knitted together and slightly raised towards her forehead, eyes weighed down by her own lust, while her lips remained apart to make way for the harmonies of pleasure the smooth, wave-like rock of his hips elicited every time he bottomed out, striking her with his frame to produce a salacious rhythm that reverberated into the vastness of his bedroom.
daddy, daddy, daddy...
she chanted softly, clear words spoken clearly soon muffled by the pillow she held onto for as long as he allowed, large hand pressing her head into the pillow, forcing her to simply sit there and take him, much to her pleasure. and so she clung onto that pillow as his movement rocked their bodies back and forth in tandem to one another, shaft gliding in and out of her, inch felt by inch, pulling staggering breaths and mewls and authentic moans of varying pitches from her slender frame, slicked with sweat. her noises were full, not once spared nor had an ounce of evidence of some semblance of timidity, not a care in the world if others were present in his shared dormitory, or if the window was opened. not even when he pulled her back so suddenly, nor when his unforgiving digits closed around her neck, effectively cutting out air and making the haze in her brain obscure whatever irrelevant thoughts that may linger, thus flooding her mind entirely with him, the delicious stretch his gave her tight , and the filthy marriage of his voice uttering endless affirmations in her ear and the sounds of flesh slapping against wet flesh.
please don't stop. don't pull out.
she heard herself beg with a shallow whine. her hand released the pillow from her grasp to instead reach behind her, finding his outer thighs where her fingers clung onto for support, although he was doing well enough keeping her upright. consumed completely by him, her senses overwhelmed with everything yangyang had the mercy of gifting her, she felt herself teetering towards the edge, her high budding at her center, threatening to explode so long as he carried on, s just as punishing as they were delightful. completely submitting herself to him, it was as if he had taken full control of her entire being within his grasp, the words immediately flowing from her sullied mouth on command.
god, /yes/. you feel so good. you feel so good, daddy.
she struggled to speak all the while, her song of sin interrupting her speech whenever he hit a spot more tender than the previous. and every once in a while, a giggle—something pathetic and absolutely coquettish and making it evidently clear just how much she loved taking him.
you me so well. you feel so perfect. so... . please come inside me, yang. make me yours. please, daddy. please...

@✽ yunjin h. yangyang's coarse hums never would shy away from loudly breaching the veil of his teeth, almost involuntarily. each sight she adhered to, every noise he took part in, it was all taking solace along his mind. the way her makeup compartmentalized in front of him down to the foundation seared a blissful sight along his gaze. the man loved that his art accompanies his artistry, the brush that sullied the inky trail along her rosed cheeks and his gloss-painted tip which almost pierced the coated folds behind. his ears clawing and yearning to taste every syllable which haphazardly dropped from the languidly quivered lips of hers. even the pace of her words dipped themselves in a desperate coating. and he loved it.
that's my girl, you'll look so beautiful getting ed by me, by daddy's . stretching out until every part of me is deep inside you, your hugging me for more. etch my name into the walls of this room and let me you silly.
soon did his aching dome snake in between her marked cheeks, breaching as her expanded for him, opening her up to his girth. the waxed coating earned by their helped ease himself in deeper as his waist kissed her . the man's base knocked against her, his stumbling breath manifesting as a lengthy, lowly moan which sat adjacent to the pleasured center both of their pelvises created at that one point. she was so warm to him. and undeniably wet. with his entire shaft nested inside his partner, his stature leans forward, in tandem pulling her hair towards him as the cupid's bow of his lips sought out her right ear before he whispers under his breath to her.
that loves me, doesn't it? it feels so good. remember how big daddy feels, ok? remember how you begged me for my .
soon thereafter did his back straighten and his grip on her hair lowered as his palms maneuvered her head down in concert to his hips now following a rock, a sway which kept to a rhythm he liked. the reddened streaks across her plump now rippled as his waist crashed against them, ing favorably as he caught glimpses of himself entering and exiting her. a sight which made him want to eat his own lip with how dazed his subconscious was from her. yunjin's sultry walls hugged him, dragging along his veined shaft and coddling every inch she could take in. his palm pressed her head into the pillow she clung to in unison to his s propelling both of their torsos forward in small increments. his other hand which previously clung to his side unaccompanied, now dared to give the rippling cheeks a smack at intermittent periods. however, not long did his impatience envelope him as he soon tugged back her hair, her head now shot back upward under his care, straightening her back slightly as the lithe digits of his other hand reached to grip around the neck of the woman pulsing around him. holding it steady was not as easy when his hips rocked. each garnered a piercing grunt from him as he spoke to her with her head which his hand reeled in and kept inches away from him.
, you'll make it hard for me to pull out of this later, yunjin. you're such a good handling all of me. tell me how good it feels right now, to be under my grasp.

@✽ yangyang l. she relished in it all—his attention, his demand, the composure he lacked nor cared to regain as his body rocked against the sinful concave of , yearning for more, greeding for satisfaction. his flesh was hot and throbbing against the flat of her tongue, rounded tip like cushioned stone against the back of , prompting tears to fall from her pretty eyes of amber. her makeup, which had been nothing less than flawless when she arrived at his dorm, had been completely defiled. her foundation was splitting where her tears painted a black, murky stream down her cheeks, which had completely faded to make way for the natural, red flush of her skin the heat of his room and their act had brought forth. beads of sweat have gathered between dark, angular brows, and her peach lipstick was smudged at the edges by the man's lips when he had kissed her earlier, and completely erased where his slid against, a mixture of her spit and his precum taking its place to grant her some semblance of a gloss. her bright auburn hair, which had been styled into smooth, frizz-less waves, was a mess, tangled within the unforgiving grasp of his digits as he claimed it for personal function, anchoring himself to her, like handles for ease of use as he drove himself into . and she gladly took it all, leaving behind whatever perfect image she was trained to have as someone of her fame, to be nothing more than someone yangyang could take pleasure from. truly, she relished in it all—in blackened tears that sullied her face, the saliva that glazed the skin around her lips and chin, in the slight gag of discomfort she made every single time his size proved to be just a little bit too much for her body to handle. oh, she loved it—it was utterly apparent when he pulled away and her lips spread wide across her cheeks into a momentary, grateful smile before she gasped desperately for air.
she was silent as he guided her across his bed, save for the shallow breaths she took. as she fixed herself on top of his mattress, adjusting her position until she was completely comfortable, knees spread apart and planted firmly into the mattress, just as the heels of her palms were. when he grabbed her hair she groaned, and when the slimy, hot tip of his pressed into the pillowy flesh of her , she giggled and whined, biting down on her bottom lip as if to suppress it, although she knew that the both of them could hear her desperation loud and clear.
...
she cursed when he struck her flesh, sure to leave a mark with the likeness of his hand because she had always been so easy to bruise. she shuddered, momentarily redirecting her attention to the untouched pillows he had mentioned not a second before, grabbing one to lay on top of to relieve herself of the strain of keeping herself upright with her hands. in doing so, she adjusted herself so that her legs were spread a little further apart for comfort, and her back created a beautiful, downwards arch, with her head down and raised high up in the air, center glistening underneath the dim lighting of his bedroom.
daddy.
she repeated the moniker he delegated for himself with yet another, amused giggle falling from her tainted lips, before an exasperated sigh took its place.
i want you so badly, daddy. i need you. i need your to stretch my out. i need you to me until i can't remember anyone's name but yours...
she trailed off, turning over her shoulder to lock eyes with his, her own bleeding with pathetic desperation.
please, daddy?

@✽ yunjin h. just seeing her, zealous for every inch of him as her tender mouth nursed the length of his all the way to the tip, allowed the blood to rush to his hardening shaft. the sensation anchored him down, feet planted as she worked the expanse of firmly. his tongue swiped his lower lip before settling on the inside of his cheek, teeth stammering out harsh grunts and moans calibrated to the ear of the woman beneath him. his lower abdomen hitched scantily as her slender fingers coiled around and fiddled with his balls.
that's right, take this ing in you and be selfish with it. , your mouth is so good.
the suspended grip he held true to upon her head steadied, just the way he liked it. yangyang's ed the space between either grip he held on to her auburn locks and her nape, taking a solemn liking to the way her rebellious strands bounced and swayed to the rhythm of his rock. the way his tip swelled within the bubbling cavity of , her cheeks adhering to the shape of his as they hallowed in tandem. her makeup daring to stain her otherwise unsullied canvas as it bled from her eyes and down the length of her cheek; his precum dousing alongside her saliva as the edges of spilled droplets of their mixture down either side of her chin.
, i love making a mess out of you, from you. but baby, yunjin, i have more commands for you so come here.
then he rocks back, letting slide out of the catalyzing gap that was the opening in her lips. though her visage was clearly muddied by his face-ing, she still looked pretty in the irises still begging for more. each time he saw his reflection of himself looking down at her swimming through her pupils, he gives into a tangible smirk.
i almost came down your ing throat. but up, up. let me lead you to your knees so that i can feel you even more.
in succession, he gestures both of his hands on either side of her hips lifting her up slightly so that she can cover the length of the bed, migrated both of their aching statures towards the middle of the mattress. his hands maneuver and pivot her so that her back faces the lights above. yangyang can't help but vocalize as her glistening womanhood catches his line of sight as his torso is propped up by his knees, digging into the ruffled sheets below. a hand starts snaking up the real estate along her back as it reaches to coddle and wind up another bunch of her hair around his palm; his hardened tip still coated with her saliva prodding her supple just to let her know he was right behind her - hard as a rock and not going anywhere.
that's a good little - bending over for me. now when i you from the back, feel free to use that pillow in front of you. its ok if you get your makeup on it or want to bite into it. i might press your face against it too. just beg to let me know how badly i'm needed and we can go from there.
the free hand not holding her hair was reaching over, spanking and gripping yunjin's until streaks of crimson made their allotted cameo along the previously milky flesh. he then pumped and steered it toward tapping against her , tip threatening to pierce the delicate folds as his precum still trailed out of him, extra lubricant for an already wet center.
sorry if i like teasing you like this, yunjin. see how hard i get from you? when you do the right things, you get what you want. i just like seeing you whimper for me. now answer me this question before i let you have all of me: does daddy's little need this ? how badly?

@✽ yangyang l. he was addictive. like a drug she should not have; or perhaps a piece of artwork she could not tear her attention from. he was like a sculpture made of marble, she determined as her pillowed couplets produced the most tantalizing image—crisp, twin lines that made up his jaw, which she could see so clearly from where she was positioned, seated at the very edge of his bed, atop where she had soaked his sheets with her essence, while he towered over her—and extracted the most carnal sound from his his throat, that she equated to something like gravel on silk, rough and yet a melody she was determined to listen on repeat. and she, in turn, hummed with satisfaction, followed by a soft chuckle that reverberated in the back of . her gaze fell, briefly, to watch his chest, the irregular rise and fall indicative to his faltering breath. as the desire to push his limits electrified her senses, she offered her free hand as a cradle for his balls underneath, gently massaging him with careful fingers, while the other tilted his shaft to the side, allowing her ease to paint a wet line across the length of his clock with the flat of her tongue, and again with pursed lips, rounding it off by once more taking him into to grant him the attention he so desired, mouth once more closing around the circumference of his to
...
she groaned breathlessly when he tugged on her deep auburn locks, prompting her to come up for air with a strained, pathetic laugh.
there's so much of you...
she mumbled while pumping his shaft with a firm, yet forgiving grip, fingers wrapped elegantly around him, glistening with her saliva. she wasted no time in replacing her hand with yet again, relentless in her efforts. in her eyes scintillated clear determination, a crave for ecstasy deprived from his own, and perhaps the salty taste of his release upon her tongue. she whined with anticipation, then drew more of him into her until her lips pressed against his groin, and the head of his met the back of . she remained like this for as long as her body allowed—which, really, was no longer than two seconds, before her stomach pulled taut and tightened, a guttural gasp leaving her whilst tears welled in those wide, chocolate eyes. there was a sliver of a moment where was allowed to catch her breath, before her partner had begun to claim his pleasure from her, hips swaying as his slid across her tongue and collided with the back of , in turn extricating tears from the eyes centered entirely on him, so they could ruin her otherwise perfect makeup with the sheer, inky trail they stream down her cheeks. and she simply allowed him to do so, jaw slackening and mouth opened wide to allow him ease in his exertion, all the while she hummed and whined, and her palm massaged him underneath, giving them a little squeeze whilst rolling them within her digits. and as his dance increased in pace she reached between her legs with eager fingers to pleasure herself, fingers gliding across the aftermath of her earlier , earning herself a pleasantly surprised moan that soon turned into something a little more high-pitched, a little more visceral and needy when she slipped two fingers into her heat, ing herself at the same pace as yangyang ground into .

@✽ yunjin h. she was intoxicating. it was the way she shook as she finished, not wanting to let up until the slowing pumps of his wrist coincided with the falling high she was experiencing. just the sensation, the way her body reacted to him was enough for the blood to rush through his crimson webs and siphoning to his already unrelenting . she was so hot to him as his gaze juggled along her languidly slack expression that was etched with this ethereal lust, the light dancing in her irises after an .
you came exactly when i wanted you to. good, baby, good.
the silence after falls upon them, only making a scant cameo as his throat elicited a small chuckle before their positions changed. his stature stuck out grandly in front of her, his head giving into a tilted down gaze upon her. the flushed cheeks, the deep brown hue of the saturated eyes she used to glance back up at him, her lips soon to be the cushiony bed in which his would rest upon. the delay between what his sullied thoughts mustered up and what was actually happening was short; it all fell into place just how he liked it.
maybe if you're a good girl, i'll definitely let your throat enjoy me. a part of me wants to hear those noises you'll make on my . now open wide for me. i was planning on choking you a bit one way or another after all.
goosebumps ripple throughout as her pillowy couplets part and invite his rounded dome in. his already flailing and audible breathing hitched noticeably as more of his shaft breached past her lips; her tongue and cheeks warm to the aching he could not believing was swelling so much.
oh, , yunjin... take it in. take me in just like that.
his line of sight could not help but tip upward before his eyes shut down, husky groans which reverberated in the cavity of his throat as her hollowed cheeks cared for him. his Adam's apple visibly anxious as he stumbled along his breaths. his right hand how grabbed ahold of her sultry locks, coiling the long strands around his palm to give her a nice adjustable tug towards him, and his other hand danced along the woman's neck until it could reach around her to pad her nape.
that's a good girl. now swallow more of me. adjust to my size more as i that mouth silly. until you have trouble even humming the sounds of my name, baby. keep looking up at me and know who you're taking in.
his strenuous gaze now met hers, dropping down as the movement of his hips rocked, watching as more of himself disappeared into her. his teeth clenching along his lower lip and his arm muscles tensing to keep her where he wanted her. the woman's head suspended between his grip, and his s gradually quickened along her gorgeous countenance, the base of his shaft kissing her lips.

@✽ yangyang l. perhaps it was all too overwhelming—the amalgamation of his mouth and deft fingers working her , and that tenor voice expressing an onslaught of demands that she was more than willing to fulfill. at this point she's wordless, save for the curses that spilled from parted, roseate lips in the form of breathy, soprano whines. and in between, a moan of varying tones and durations, especially when the tip of his fingers collide with the most tender spot within her walls. her own digits tug at his thick locks, conveying just how well he's doing, and her thighs come closer around his head whilst her hips push up against his mouth, craving more friction, craving for the high he's allowing her to attain. all the while she prompts herself to keep her eyes on him, watching him with a heavy gaze, allowing the very picture of sin to add onto the already harmonious combination he generously gave her.
baby, baby, baby...
she chants right before a visceral moan breaks free from the very moment her pleasure reaches its peak, hitting her almost as abruptly as a snap of a rubber band pulled tight. her eyes shut, legs shake, and her whines fall silent, the grip she has around his head pulling just a little tighter to keep herself anchored as waves of delight coursed through her body. and when it has washed out and fizzled into nothing, she smiles, a breathless giggle effusing from her lips.
god...
she mutters as her eyes flutter open to witness his undressing, gaze falling from his toned upper body to the below the belt, shaft detailed with branches of ache that tempted her to reach out and touch. but she doesn't, instead allowing her to form her the way he wishes, seated upright at the edge of his bed where she is completely at his mercy. all the while her eyes, bright and honeyed and evidently filled to the brim with ecstasy, center upon his opal gaze, and keeping them right there as she parts her lips to le at the tip of his thumb, giving him just a taste of what she will do the following moments.
will you my face if i'm good? make me cry with your ?
she asks with a soft voice as she parts her lips, slowly lurching forward to replace his thumb with the tip of his shaft. and she makes it abundantly clear that she's in no rush, because she initially wraps her couplets around the pink dome to start, tracing its circumference with the tip of her tongue. her hands raise to anchor herself at his thighs, giving them a little squeeze right before she takes it another inch of him, gently and hallowing her cheeks. and as she wraps her long, slender fingers around his shaft, giving it a ginger, experimental pump, she keeps her eyes on his—her own wide and deceitfully innocent even though they both know she's anything but.

@✽ yunjin h. keeping true to her words which did not stop to rush and flow out of the slacking pleading lips, yangyang does well with carving out her center, saliva and flexible tongue engaging with each other. he folded his tongue along her, slapped tender kisses upon her, and let her drip down past his lip to pebble and congregate on his chin a bit.
mmm , baby, get wetter for me. i'll just lap it all up. i want to stretch you out a bit more for me. it's ok if you want to ; i won't deprive you of that. i'll just be glad i was the one to make you do it.
daring he was to bring a hand up, letting a lithe digit saunter and breach her. just adjacent was his middlemost finger which trailed in just thereafter. his clasped lips and tongue now migrated to nurse the sensitive bud of her as the man's fingers entered and exited her. her tantalizing walls coddled his digits, coated them entirely in the process as his mouth adhered to ling and hummed noises of pleasure. his wrist pumped continuously, fingertips curling slighted within her to give his pumps a texture that she could enjoy. scantly did his lips break away from caring her before he could slip in a few words laced in his venom, a poison he wanted her to hear.
so ing good. now come here, i want you to have a taste.
his fingers then slowly slipped out of her for the last time, his lower half stands on the floor at the edge of the bed as her legs hang off the perimeter of the mattress as she laid down. he removes his bottoms completely until his sturdy shaft can spill into her view - aching and clawing to be released. the man takes a hand to tug the crown of her head upward by her autumn-laden locks, letting her sit up with his bouldering hard shaft inches away from her curious visage. he slowly slides a hand up her neck until his palm could cradle her jawline, thumb prodding and outlining the contours of her lips.
yunjin, be a good girl and put that gorgeous mouth on me. take in as much as you want and don't be afraid to be daring. i'll let you hear how good you are.

@✽ yangyang l. she poses little resistance to his advancements, body splayed out across his tousled sheets like a painting he's meant to admire and explore. her arms rise above her head, laying comfortably atop his mattress and her hair, which is fanning out around her head like a scarlet crown—messy and organic in shape as if she's a woodland nymph, worshipping at the mercy of a god. and perhaps that's how she views yangyang at this moment, who's holding all the power in his impassioned frame, hands possessing the kind of power that has her body shifting in the manner in which he pleased. his palms are warm against the inner part of her strong, toned thighs; warm enough that she can feel the heat reaching her core, which tingles in anticipation, excitement like jolts of electricity shooting through her body. and when his face nears where she ached to be touched, hot breath against it, she whines; soft and delicate up until that sinful, hot wet muscle of his grants her that first strike of pleasure, earning a low, gravelly moan in the back of within a soft curse.
, baby.
that sound rises a few notes when he continues without letting her catch a breath, lips and tongue evidently moving in perfect harmony, experts in their craft. and she, who's exceptionally receptive and sensitive, sings with pleasure, endless moans spilling from parted lips while her eyes come to a close, eyelashes fluttering against blushing cheeks. her digits once more tangles among the strands of sunlight hair, and her legs are urging to close, because the overwhelming effects of his punishing mouth bodes well for a release, sooner rather than later.
this is...
she breathes a sigh between mewls and moans, and she wills herself to open her eyes to meet his onyx pair.
perfect. please, don't stop, baby. please, don't stop. god... you're so good at that. god, you're perfect.

@✽ yunjin h. the tone she takes, and the mewls which cascade and dare to reach his ears in a lustrous tune, it was all he needed to feel confident. the friction she creates with her hips, enough for the breath hitched in his throat to stay there as the warmth that formed between them at that point of their lower bodies funneled the sensation toward his bulge. every breath scratching against her skin was haggard, longing for more of her.
baby, you're going to have you finish your sentences for me. or i'll have to touch and taste you more to them out of you.
as the woman lay atop the scrambling sheets of the bed, his plush lips spotted her stomach in the dots of his kiss. his palms gestured for her thighs to spread apart just a bit wider as his torso came down before his head could. the woman's core center tempting him.
oh, look at you, opening up wide for me. you look so ing pretty. when i put my mouth of you, feel free to make most of the noise in this room ok? and tell me how i should eat you.
palms still lightly pressing against the skin of her thighs, the man leans down to lead his tongue toward the delicate folds which lay in front of him. the padded flat of his tongue following to massage and her upwards and down, before settling to clasp his aching couplets against her , gently on it each time his coiling flesh moved upward. he did this in repetition, humming vibrations against her intermittently to let her know she was good against his mouth. his eyelids juggled between fluttering shut to dive in and opening to catch any spare glances up toward her, to see her expression and if she was languishing in it all. and all the while he was reaching to begin undoing and undressing his own lower half as the front of his pants were simply becoming too tight.
tell me how the pace is, baby. i can keep going like this if you please.

@✽ yangyang l. as he speaks, she doesn't conceal an ounce of her thoughts in her expressions, features lighting up like the city skyline as amusement ades her features. her smile, which never seems to fade but instead only grow, evokes a bright, yet breath-filled laugh. she is astounded, to say the least, at the accuracy of his earlier disclosure; when he had warned her about how much he liked talking a woman through pleasure, she didn't quite expect how vocal he'd be. needless to say, she's pleasantly surprised, welcoming it with just as much fervent excitement as her girlish giggle conveys. she, on the other hand, isn't as vocal, but instead elucidates her approval through sounds he had previously expressed desire for, starting with the soft sigh that slips past parted brims as his hot mouth kisses a trail against her delicate skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake. and with the coupled pleasure further down south, where he first guides her hips to grind down into his before she takes initiative to do it herself, moving her lower body in slow, intentional, circular motions to apply pleasure where she aches to be touched the most, she evokes a moan—nothing too loud yet but enough to fill the momentary silence in the privacy of his bedroom. then, afterwards, a whine, when he takes it upon himself to change the pace of their antics, leaving her wanting more as she watches him undress himself, eyes tracing every sinew detailing a perfectly unblemished canvas.
god, you're so...
she begins, allowing her hands to finish her sentence as she reaches to touch his toned body right before he leans forward, placing that mouth on her again. achingly, she whines, lithe digits tangling within his locks of sunlight hair, tugging on it ever so slightly.
i like that. praise. i like that you talk to me so much—i don't think anyone's ever done that with me. and i also really, really, really want—need your mouth between my legs, yang. please?

@✽ yunjin h. maybe besides the moans and whimpers, you tell me exactly how you like and i let you have what you want. maybe you like the pace i'm going at and i stay at that speed. maybe you're begging for me through whatever syllables you can drop from my fingers in your mouth or gritted teeth. whatever noise you'll make, i'll react to it.
whatever rushed words combed through his lips in rapid, yet sultry succession would be there for her to hear, the coupling brims still wanting to linger along for the dance. the way her voice lowers to encapsulate the shell of his ears entirely; he listened to whatever she had to say even for just a small string of words. he wets his lips a bit, patient in making sure the article of clothing cleaning comes off of her before her bare torso swims in the color of his irises. she was simply breathtaking.
honestly? better. you're doing so well so far. let me taste you a bit more then.
the lips which wanted to perch on her own slowly made their way south. drawing an imaginary line from her lips to her neck and then her collarbone as the warmth which caressed his lips doused her body. as his lips trekked along her neck and collarbone, the hands which laid upon her gestured her hips to rock along his lap, occasionally smacking and gripping a palm along her clothed cheek. his mouth then migrated toward the mound of her s, letting her delicate s swim along the pad and tip of his tongue.
hmmm actually... let's get these off too if you don't mind. there's more to taste.
slowly, he pivots over to bring the woman in his old place, laying her down on her back against the sheets as he starts with undoing her bottoms, dragging them down for her before he removes his own top to expose his torso to her. he tossed them both to the ambiguous pile forming beneath them before he lips reattached themselves to the small of her neck, pecks going south along the expanse of her milky body as his breath caresses her every time he speaks.
so far, you're tasting quite good. i love it, yunjin. good girl.

@✽ yangyang l. demanding.
she makes note of his immediate instruction with a quiet, coquettish giggle, which she tries to suppress by biting down on her bottom lip. as his hands find purchase upon her hips, and eventually around her , her own arms envelop his neck, pulling her chest nearly flush against his as her smile grows wider with excitement. there's a glimmer of amusement in her eyes when he voices his second command, his nerve nothing if not attractive.
oh? and what noises do you think i would make?
she manages to ask just before his lips claim hers, to which she instantly melts into, as if it were second nature. and when he pulls away prematurely, she elicits a soft whine, leaning forward to chase after the saccharine taste of his pretty lips until she feels that hot, minty breath fan out against as he speaks yet another set of instructions. and she, who was more than willing to comply, let out an amused chuckle before leaning back to do just as told, obediently crossing her arms across her torso to grab at the hem of her shirt, and lift it up and over her head before it's carelessly discarded to the side, tossed away to worry about and search for later on. for a moment, she considers allowing him to do the honors, but a spurt of impatience compels her to reach behind her with an eager hand, undoing the clasp of her bra before ridding herself of it just like the previous garment, all while keeping her gaze upon his beautiful, angular features to gauge his reaction.
well? better with or without?

@✽ yunjin h. mhm, from start to finish. or when you finish, i guess.
subsequently does his body collapse a bit underneath the zeal of her touch, letting him sit as his forearms yearn for the waist which he corrals in just thereafter. the palm of his hands juggles to let her straddle his lap before the creases of his fingers adhere to the bottom of her hips, gripped at her as it settles along his thighs. his lips coil to push out a small whistle, a hum of grace just following suit.
ohhh, i like that. that'll bode well for us since you'll find me trying to figure out what kind of noises you'll make when i touch you. now you can kiss me, and you might feel me reaching around here and there to undress you, but that's just because i want to take a good look at you.
with their faces just a hair's length away now, he gives to the slight upward lean to let the twinned flesh of his lips meet her's where they were, only intermittently breaking away to grace the bubble of sultry ambiance which had formed around them with solemn words that drop from his lips. his forearms reach and hike her top off slowly.
let's get your bra off first, i want to see how you look in it and how it looks off of you.

@✽ yangyang l. through the entire thing?
she inquires with an intrigued smile before she tears her gaze away from his to momentarily inspect his bedroom. the corners of her lips pull just a tinge wider at the prospect of visiting his bathtub, but determines that that was something to explore later, if time allowed them. with a drawn, contemplative hum she meets his eyes once again and pulls her hand away from his grasp in favor of giving his shoulders a little push downward—nothing of excessive force but enough to indicate that she wanted him sitting, so that she could take her own seat upon his lap.
i like my men communicating. when they're bold and tell me exactly what they want me to do, or what they like out of the things i do. i like having a conversation during—to fill in the silence.
her smile widened yet again into a pretty, pearly-white grin.
i like pretty men, too.

@✽ yunjin h. hm what else do i like? i also like women who know what they want and are not afraid of communication. which is good because im the type to talk you through it. the kind of communication i like. the man allows his fingers to slide and catch the fingertips of hers as he leads his and her stature toward his room. he stops and pivots on his heels lightly, turning toward her before his knees can even reach the bed. there's also a bath and shower here too. for our convenience. what do you like though? and i'll see what i can do for you and maybe i can tell you a bit more.