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Wooyoung paces back and forth in front of his door, trying to get some of the excess energy out before he explodes from nerves. Today is the day Puppy is supposed to be coming over, and he’s going to meet her and talk to her face to face and he’s so anxious for it to go well. They’ve been texting nearly every night whenever either of them have time, and even if they aren’t particularly long conversations, they’ve been the highlight of Wooyoung’s week.
He really likes her, and is determined not to screw this up. He’s got drinks and snacks set out; he tidied his room and set up the camera, showered and brushed his teeth, dressed in cute but comfy clothes, and now he must wait for her to show. Puppy had texted him a while ago that she was on her way, and his heart can’t seem to calm down no matter how hard he tries.
On the subway ride over, San feels like her heart is going to burst out of her chest. She’s nervous, and she doesn’t remember being this nervous since her wedding day. Entering an active war zone seems easier than this. This guy is her dream guy, and she’s terrified that she’s going to meet him, and he’ll be disappointed.
She tried to look cute but not too fancy because she already feels like she’s trying too hard. Her makeup is just black liner lining her eyes because she’s in public, and she doesn’t really like the fact that Kitty is going to see her natural hair, but she’s in public where anyone could see her. He’s going to see such a watered down version of her; she hopes he can still recognize her.
San just wants to live up to his expectations, especially since he’s the first guy she’s talked to in years. Stepping off of the subway, she tries not to rush up the steps and to Kitty’s apartment. The place isn’t super nice, but her place isn’t either. Federal pay doesn’t cut it in an expensive city, unfortunately, and camming only affords her so much money. Once she’s allowed up to his floor, she starts actually panicking.
What if he hates her? What if he’s mean to her? What if he decides that she’s not worth the trouble? Sighing to herself, she walks quietly down the hall until she finds his number then awkwardly stands there for a few moments, unsure if she wants to do this. Once San finds the courage to knock, she rocks back and forth on her heels as she waits, taking deep breaths to control her breathing.
When Wooyoung hears the knock at his door, he nearly jumps a foot in the air. He rushes to make sure everything looks as neat as possible and checks his breath—yep, still fine after the three mints he’s had since brushing his teeth. God, stop being a pussy and open it! He yells at himself in his brain. Heart absolutely hammering in his chest and full of nervous energy, Wooyoung opens the door, breath catching in his throat when he sees who’s standing on the other side.
San’s stomach drops. She can tell her eyes are widening as she takes in the man standing in front of her. Fuck, of course it’s someone she knows. Wooyoung is still fucking gorgeous, why wouldn’t he be, but he knows her. He knows who she is outside of streaming, outside of the internet.
He’s seen her in her officer’s uniform, with a badge and a gun on her waist. He’s seen her conduct a fucking drug raid. Her hands are shaking as she stands there frozen, and she almost drops her bag on the ground. This shouldn’t change anything, but this changes everything.
“Wait, hey—Pu…ppy…?” Wooyoung guesses, confused. Then he takes a good look at her face and realizes with shock—that’s the officer that talked with him last week. Albeit with some eyeliner decorating her eyes and a pretty blouse on. Holy shit. Suddenly everything makes sense. The tattoos, the muscles, the long hours at work…
“Please, come in,” Wooyoung recovers, seeing the horrified look in her face. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna—” Fuck, how is he supposed to help her feel better? “Princess, please come in. It’s okay. I’m not gonna do anything, I swear. You’re okay.”
“I—I’m sorry,” San whispers, her arms slipping around her waist as she shakes her head and tries not to start crying. She should’ve known this was too good to be true. The universe has it out for her apparently, always has. She feels like an idiot for believing that she finally found something good. He’s so sweet, trying to invite her inside anyway, but she can’t do that to him, not after she caused him so much anxiety because of the raid.
The younger man feels his heart shattering as he looks at her. It’s not a problem for him, it really isn’t; in fact, it’s comforting, but it’s not like he can force her to stay.
“I…I understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore,” Wooyoung says, quietly, tears forming in his eyes. “But I really, really like you, princess, and I’m not going to do or say anything, I swear to God. I wouldn’t. Especially not to another trans person. Just…please don’t cry. I—It really isn’t a problem for me. I feel so happy and good about myself when I talk to you. A—And I like making you happy. Can you give this a chance, please?”
He holds both his hands out in an offer, his eyes begging her to stay. Wooyoung hates this feeling so fucking much. Just when he thought he might have found a good partner who would be healthy for him, who seemed to really like him, this happens, and he scares her away. Like he scares everyone away. Doesn’t matter that it's not his fault. Wooyoung feels like he’s cursed and he shouldn’t have even expected anything good from this.
“You can’t…I can’t be me outside of our apartments, Wooyoung.” San sounds so sad delivering that news but so resigned at the same time. She’s used to this, being disappointed. She really likes Wooyoung, more than she should after only knowing him for a week. He’s perfect, everything she could wish for. “No one knows about…” She vaguely gestures to her body, “this, and I can’t ask you to pretend that I’m some macho asshole every time we go out in public.”
"I don't care, I don't," Wooyoung responds. He's one second away from getting on his knees and begging. "I like you so much, I don't care if you're out or not. Please. Please don't leave me. Please. I'm sorry for being so pathetic.” Great, the tears are spilling over. "Please at least come inside and let's talk about it. Please...please at least tell me your real name." Lovely. He's digging his own grave, showing her how mentally ill and desperate and unstable he really is. Nothing like the confident, masculine front he's been putting on.
“You already know it,” she whispers, moving a little closer and reaching out a hand to hold his cheek in her palm. Wiping his tears, San purses her lips and steps close enough to be inside of his apartment. “Don’t get inside your head, Kitty.”
Wooyoung nuzzles his face into her hand and looks up at San with his bottom lip still trembling. He’s heartbroken for her. He can’t imagine how painful it must be, with her career and coworkers, but she’s so perfect. Wooyoung would be a goddamn fool to let her go. He holds San’s tiny waist, gently pulling her further inside and shutting the door so they can have some privacy. It feels so nice to finally touch her instead of having to see her through a screen and pretend.
“You’re even more beautiful in person,” he whispers, holding her a little tighter.
“You over exaggerate, Kitty; I’m average, if that.” The hands around her waist make her feel safe. Wooyoung’s hands are so much bigger than her’s, and they sit on her skin like they belong there. Her half smile grows a bit at the way he nuzzles into her hand. Gods, he’s so cute.
"Oh, be quiet," Wooyoung grumbles back and kisses the palm of San's hand impulsively. He leans back a little bit, running his hands over her torso and admiring her figure. He loves how tall she is, how safe she feels, how warm and soft her skin is. Her pretty face, which he already knows to be gorgeous with no makeup at all. His hands land on either side of her neck, gently holding it.
"Seriously...you really are a princess." Wooyoung then takes her hand again and kisses the back of it, like a proper gentleman. "And I'd love to be your knight in shining armor." The hand on his face moves to cup his jaw, her thumb pressing into his bottom lip as she admires his face. When his hands wander, she doesn’t stop him. He can admire her however much he wants to.
“I’m sorry if this doesn’t work out as we planned,” San murmurs back, her other hand moving to run through his hair. “I would really enjoy that if you’re still up for it.”
"I want to,” he immediately jumps to reply. "So bad." He leads San over to the couch, where funnily enough, San's jacket is still draped over the back from last night. "We can even do something to like, warm up before any cameras get involved, if you want? Whatever would help," he tells her, pushing a loose lock of her hair back even if it's too short to stay behind her ear. To be honest, he would prefer that. This doesn't seem like just a simple collaboration between a camgirl and a camboy anymore.
"Do you want something to drink? How can I make you comfortable?"
“I brought my wig,” she offers, holding up her bag for the younger man to see. “I don’t think my viewers would like me without it. I wanted to do my nails, too, but I have work tomorrow.” Her fingers flit over her jacket, the embroidered characters along the arm spelling her name. Her claim on him, she thinks, it means he’s mine.
"We can do your nails, I have nail polish remover.” Wooyoung smiles at her and laughs bashfully when he notices her looking at the jacket she gave him last week. "I was wearing your jacket while I was sexting you and touching myself last week, by the way."
“Gods, don’t give me ideas, Wooyoung.” San groans, her eyes closing as she tilts her head back. She did not need him to put that damn imagery in her head, not when she’s already picturing him spread out on her bed for her in his fucking outfit.
"Isn't that a crazy coincidence?” He laughs, both at the situation and at San's reaction to it. Impulsively, the younger man easily maneuvers himself into her lap, wiggling his butt against her legs a little too thoroughly, and drapes his arms over her shoulders. "I have a lot of ideas, Babygirl. And I can't wait to try them out with you. You should fuck me while I'm in it sometime, I think."
Her cheeks instantly flush red at the pet name, and her hands shoot to his waist in a weak attempt to get him to stop moving. Wooyoung such a charmer, goddamnit, and San is not immune in the slightest. All she can think about is them in this position with their clothes off, and her dick inside of him while she sucks on his nipples.
“You’re thinking about it right now, huh?” Wooyoung chuckles, tipping her chin up with a finger. He wants to take his time with her; she deserves to be worshipped thoroughly. First things first, Wooyoung doesn’t necessarily want to jump straight into any hardcore fucking. “May I kiss you, princess?” he asks, his voice earnest and gentle. She nods in response to his first question and squeezes his sides with a small whine. He has such an effect on her. It’s not fair.
"Please."
Wooyoung doesn’t hesitate, cupping the older woman’s face in his hands and kissing her passionately. It’s slow at first, though, experimental but hungry. He’s not sure when the last time she was intimate with someone was, but from the way she’s responding to his touches, he guesses it might have been a while. Slowly, he adds tongue to the kiss, moaning quietly into her mouth when she opens up.
Kissing Wooyoung makes San feel like she's a teenager again. She hasn't touched or kissed someone since before her divorce, and even if she had, she knows she wouldn't have enjoyed it because they would have been calling her body all wrong. They would call her dick a dick in association with the fact that they thought she was a man. Wooyoung calls it a dick and then tells her that she's got the prettiest dick he's ever seen.
The tongue in her mouth takes its time, exploring her like there could be treasure there. Her hands grip tighter to Wooyoung's waist, and she's trying her best not to rock him down on her boner. His weight on her body makes her feel comfortable. He makes her feel safe. Wooyoung ends up rocking back and forth in her lap anyway, his body impatient for what he’s been anticipating all week. She’s just so irresistible. He can’t help it, and he doesn’t want to.
“Noona, you’re so gorgeous,” Wooyoung whispers, his voice low and aimed right into her ear. He decides to be bold after a moment and starts grabbing her tits. Not too roughly, of course, but he feels them through her shirt, squeezing and massaging them, brushing his thumbs over where her nipples are starting to harden.
San whimpers in response, her chest pressing into his hands as she arches her back for him. Without really thinking, she bucks her hips up into his ass and allows her eyes to flutter shut. She barely thinks as she kisses him, her head slowly emptying of all her pressing thoughts. Wooyoung breaks the kiss for a moment to speak into the sensitive skin under San’s jaw.
“I want to lay you out on my bed and worship you,” he murmurs. “Goddess like you deserves to be worshipped.” He massages her breasts more and lightly pinches her nipples with a little sniff of amusement at her cute noises. “Let me take you to bed, please, Sanie.”
"Fuck, you're too nice to me," San mumbles back. She lets out a wounded whimper when he pinches her nipples, and she places her hands on his thighs to keep from digging her nails into his sides. Going insane right now sounds like a wonderful idea with how kindly he's treating her.
“Follow me,” he chirps, hopping off her lap and pulling her up by the hand down the hallway to his room. It’s a lot neater than it normally is, but it’s a typical 25-year-old man’s room. He has pride flags pinned over his windows, and a ton of pillows on his bed that he doesn’t really need. Wait, she’s seen his room before, Wooyoung realizes, amused. He guides San to the edge of his bed until the backs of her knees hit it, and she falls over, looking up breathlessly at Wooyoung.
“Scooch up,” he urges her until her head is comfortably rested against a pillow. Then he returns to his place straddling her legs, undoing his ponytail and shrugging off his jacket, so he’s only in a white tank top and relaxed fit pants. He looks down at San with a glint in his eye, like he intends to devour her. “You promise you’re okay with this? You want me?”
San nods, her hands running up and down his sides. She almost feels too old for him with how much energy he seems to have, and he looks so young like this, sitting on her hips like her lap is his throne. Through the tank top, she can see his chest, and she’s tempted to lean up and mouth at it. He looks so…delectable; San would love to eat him.
Wooyoung often gets self-conscious when it comes to cis people seeing his chest; it’s easier with fellow trans people, who (generally) understand that him having breasts doesn’t make him a woman, but he still finds himself a little insecure, sitting here on top of San, when the natural next step is taking his shirt off. His eyes dart around the room as if he’s scanning for intruders, and he cautiously pulls his tank top off, leaving him in his skin-tone binder with a noticeable bump where his breasts are compressed.
“I don’t like having them on me,” Wooyoung says quietly. “But you can touch them. It feels good.”
“Are you sure, Kitty?” Wide eyes stare at him as she waits for a response. She’s wary of touching his chest even if she wants to; she doesn’t want to make Wooyoung uncomfortable because of it.
"Yeah." He is sure; he's sure San will get it, even if they don't share the same body type. "I am. I trust you." Maybe he shouldn't trust so easily, but Wooyoung can't help how fast he's falling for the woman underneath him. He takes San's hands and places them on his chest. "Take it off, please."
Slipping her fingers under the band of his binder, San slowly removes it from his torso, carefully setting it to the side when she fully has it off. She runs her fingers along the man’s nipples, her touch soft and careful. Not overwhelming him is the goal. Her hips rock slowly under him, stimulating him a little bit in two different areas.
“You’re okay?” The man on top of her lets himself relax, making sure to keep his eyes on San's face while she touches him, so he knows it's her.
"Yeah," he breathes, with a hint of a smile on his face. "Your hands are cute." He moves along with her hips, feeling her starting to get hard underneath him, and he's already making a mess of his boxers, too. "You're such a sweetheart."
Wooyoung is wet enough that San can feel it through their clothes. She smiles at him as she massages his chest, happy to be pleasing him with something so simple. His compliments are her favourite; even when they were just texting, his compliments made her melt. Wooyoung is really sensitive there, which is both a blessing and a curse.
He's getting impatient, however, and he wants to see her shirtless, too. He busies himself with unbuttoning her blouse and gasps when he sees the pretty lace bra holding her tits, followed by a noise of contentment when he sees her tattoos in all their glory up close. Goddamn, she’s a stunner.
“Be honest. When you met me last week, did you want to fuck me?” While San contemplates her answer, she can feel Wooyoung running his hands all over her chest again. The feeling forces her to take a deep breath and silently pray that he likes the bra she wore for him.
“I thought you were pretty, but I would never have a chance with you.” She pinches one of his nipples softly, attempting to garner a full view of what his limits are. Her other hand simply runs back and forth over his other nipple, the light touch made a little more sensory with how rough her hands are.
“Ha! That’s a good one.” Wooyoung laughs, then whimpers when she pinches his nipple. “Well, look where you are now. Here in my bed, with a really cute bra on. God, I know I can’t shut up, but you’re just really hot. I wanna hear you make more cute sounds for me, doll.”
The older woman opens her mouth to respond but ends up making a loud whining sound when he starts properly playing with her chest. Her face turns bright red, and she tears her hands away from Wooyoung’s chest to cover her face in embarrassment. She didn’t mean to make that sound or be that loud. Wooyoung’s neighbors are going to be pissed at him, and it’ll be her fault!
“Sorry!” she squeals behind her hands. The makeshift gag muffles her words and the sound. “I didn’ mean to be that loud.” Wooyoung just giggles, endlessly adoring how cute this grown woman is being. Every cutesy thing she does just makes him want to ruin her more and more.
"Baby, you're fine," he soothes her, rubbing across her chest. "You know I jack off in here like every night, right? Nobody gives a shit." He tweaks her nipples again, rutting against her crotch harder. "Be loud. It makes me happy. You wanna make Daddy happy, right Princess?"
“Yeah…” Her hands slowly fall from her face, but she keeps her eyes closed as her fingers dance along Wooyoung’s bare torso then slip over the pants covering his ass. “Do—Did you jack off to me?” San asks in a whisper.
“I did every time we sexted,” is his immediate answer. “And I did when I went back and rewatched some of your content.” He reaches around San, sliding his hands under her back and easily unhooking her bra. “Pretty girl,” he mutters before bending down and taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking.
San’s grip on his ass tightens instantly, back arching for a moment before her hips buck up into Wooyoung. His mouth stays steady on her nipple, and she feels like her sanity just went down the fucking drain. If his admission of jacking off to her wasn’t enough, he purposely went back to watch her content, and he thinks she’s pretty. She’s in heaven.
“Daddy?” The word feels weirdly foreign on her tongue, but she knows it’s because she’s never used it in person when she’s the one saying it to her dominant. She’s been called Daddy before, but it makes her insides churn like she’s going to throw up. When she uses it as Wooyoung’s title, it fills her with calmness and a feeling of safety.
“Yes, babygirl?” Wooyoung gives San’s nipple one more lick and looks up at her, smiling. His hand is hovering dangerously close to the growing bulge in her pants, and he wants nothing more than to take her dick out and suck it.
“I really like you,” she confesses. Her lips are pouted as she stares at him, one of her hands finding its way to the back of his head. The fingers there comb through the bottom of his hair in a gesture that seems to be grounding her.
“I really like you too,” Wooyoung whispers back, feeling his heart constrict almost painfully. He’s really starting to feel like a u-haul lesbian with this woman—he’s obsessed with her, fixated on touching her and making her happy. It’s scary how fast he gets attached, but he can’t bring himself to care about that right now.
“I’m glad I randomly saw an ad for your stream when I was checking my stats.” He likes the feeling of her playing with his hair; it’s comforting, and sweet. Just like San. His fingers dance down toward her stomach, then across the waistband of her slacks, and he looks up cautiously. “Can I…?”
“Please? It’s hurting, Daddy.” San nods along with her verbal confirmation and removes her left hand from his butt to instead run it along his thigh.
“Ohh, poor thing. Then I gotta kiss it better.” Wooyoung makes quick work of undoing the button and zipper, and he gasps in delight upon seeing the little lace undies she’s wearing, covering her nicely trimmed pubic hair. Her pretty cock is straining against the lace, and Wooyoung is drooling, she’s so sexy. He scrambles to tug her pants all the way off, and presses his face into her bulge, inhaling deeply and mouthing over the fabric. Suddenly, Wooyoung looks up, a little embarrassed.
“Sorry if that was weird,” he apologizes, turning a little red. Shaking her head no, she continues combing his hair with a smile. There’s slight pressure on the back of his head as she pushes him back down.
“Puppy doesn’t mind.” Wooyoung nuzzles at her covered cock happily, humming as he teases her. She looks so...motherly? Maybe that's not the best word, but she's a soothing presence, looking down at him like she's proud of him, and he whines a little bit thinking about her being his Mommy.
He pulls her panties down torturously slowly, letting her dick spring out of them and hit her abdomen with a smack, and his mouth is literally watering. She's so big; he's been desperate for a taste ever since he saw her stream for the first time.
"Mommy has a nice cock," he murmurs in a soft voice, hoping she doesn't mind that, either.
“Yeah? Does Daddy like it?” When he nods against her, her smile grows. Her cock often is a point of contention for her in her own head. She loves it, loves fucking people and having her cock sucked, but sometimes it’s a reminder of what she can’t have.
With Wooyoung, he doesn’t hesitate to treat it like just another part of her, showering it in affection and care like he does every other part of her body. San likes it, being comfortable with him. He’s yet to judge her for an interest or a body part or a way of living; he’s happy to be here with her, and that’s refreshing.
With half-lidded eyes and a prolonged groan, Wooyoung drags his tongue up her shaft and leaves a kiss at the tip of her cock, tasting the precum starting to bead at the slit. Fuck, he loves sucking cock. Nevermind sucking a huge girl cock. He’s in heaven.
The younger man moans while he kisses up and down her dick, and brings his hand into the equation to hold it up so he can go down on her. Her dick feels so heavy and hot in his mouth, and he would be purring if he physically could.
A gasp precedes San’s loud moans, her stomach tensing and lurching forward before she lays herself back down on the pillows. The hand in his hair clenches and pulls slightly while the other hand tightens into a fist. Her head falls back, and her eyes slam shut.
Her lips are parted to allow a stream of loud, throaty noises to leave her mouth. Wooyoung’s mouth and his hand are so nice, especially after spending so long with only her hands and her toys to play with her dick. The warmth of another human certainly does not go unnoticed.
Wooyoung joins her in moaning while her cock is in his mouth, and he feels his cunt throbbing with need at how enthusiastic San is reacting to him. He pulls up and lets some more spit dribble down onto the head, swallowing her down easily yet again and bobbing his head up and down quickly.
Occasionally, he’ll change up his technique, fondling and sucking on her balls a few times as well. He playfully slaps her cock on his cheek and tongue a few times too, prompting her to look down at him with a beautifully ruined look on her face.
“Am I sucking your cock good, Mommy?” Wooyoung asks, spitting on it and swallowing her almost whole again. He wishes he could suck her tits and her dick at the same time.
“So good,” San whimpers. Her hand is gripping the back of his head like she’s going to float away if she lets go. He’s gorgeous, sucking her cock like he was made for it. She tells him so between her moans and whines, her voice pitching up instead of down like it usually does when she’s alone. “You’re sucking Mommy’s cock so well.”
Wooyoung hums, pleased at her praise, and bobs his head faster up and down her length. He can't stop looking up at her, watching her beautiful face while he works to make her come; he feels so much fondness in his heart for the older woman above him. It's new and fun, how they're being Mommy and Daddy at the same time.
Wooyoung likes the equality of it. To show his appreciation, he pulls off and coats a finger in his spit, then starts lightly tracing her rim to see her reaction. Legs bending around him, San sighs happily and shimmies a little farther down the bed to make it easier for Wooyoung to finger her. His blowjob skills are fucking amazing, and even if she hasn’t had a blowjob in literal years, she knows he’s skilled with it.
“Please, Daddy? I want your fingers.”
"Yes ma'am," Wooyoung purrs, his lips brushing against the underside of her cock. While he presses his finger down a a little more and rubs over it, he asks, "Would you get my lube? It's just on my nightstand to the left. I don't see the use in putting it away every day.”
The older woman flops a hand around his nightstand without looking, her fingers brushing the bottle and accidentally knocking it off of the nightstand. She whines, her lips pouted and shaking a little bit as she stares at Wooyoung.
“I was tryin’ to grab it…” She looks like she’s on the verge of tears, the hand in Wooyoung’s hair petting his head in an attempt to ground herself. “M sorry, Daddy.”
"Oh, honey, it's perfectly fine," Wooyoung replies, a little surprised at how upset she is. He easily leans over the edge of his bed and grabs it, holding it up for her to see while rubbing her thigh comfortingly. "See? No worries. Are you okay?"
“Little things…seem big,” San barely gets out, the words seemingly stuck in her throat. She feels stupid for being so upset over dropping lube, but for her, that’s a big mess up right now. She is trying so hard to impress this guy, and she’s so useless she can’t even grab a fucking lube bottle.
"It's okay. I can get upset over little things sometimes, too. What do you need from me right now?" Wooyoung reassures her in a soft voice, a small smile on his face as she continues to pet her thigh to keep her physically grounded.
“Keep going?” San’s lips slowly turn into a small smile as she waits for him to continue. He’s so sweet to her, willing to do whatever to make her feel comfortable. “Pretty please?”
“Yes ma’am.” Wooyoung beams at her, repeating the phrase with more enthusiasm before he keeps going, tugging her panties off and pouring a sufficient amount of lube on his finger. He watches San’s face as he slowly pushes one in. It’s not that she’s not used to it, he just wants to be considerate. In addition, Wooyoung kisses her inner thighs, hands rubbing over the soft skin there and her v-line.
San practically mewls as Wooyoung pushes his finger into her hole. When it’s fully inside of her, she can feel the difference between their fingers. His aren’t chubby like hers are, but they are long enough to touch her prostate without trying. The additional affection he lathers over her skin is appreciated, her tummy flipping in the best way. She quietly asks him to add another finger which he obliges to. The slight stretch makes San gasp, tightening around his fingers reflexively for a moment before relaxing again.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby,” Wooyoung replies, smiling at San’s graciousness just for fingering her. He starts slowly, just the two fingers fucking into her for now while he kisses all over her thighs and stomach. Wooyoung absolutely plans to fuck the living daylights out of San, but right now his focus is on opening her up and making her feel comfortable in his control. “Can I add another?”
“Yes, please.” She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, body limp on the bed from how sweet Wooyoung is treating her. After the amount of damage she does to herself on stream, having a slow night, especially with someone else, is extremely appreciated. The fingers inside of her are comfortable since she’s so used to it, but the kisses being layered over her skin make her feel like she’s being worshipped.
“Good girl, you’re doing so well,” Wooyoung coos at her, drizzling some more lube onto his fingers and adding another inside her. San is so pretty and sweet, so polite and soft…it’s refreshing for him after a whirlwind of situationships that often clashed with his chaotic energy. He finds himself unable to stop smiling as he works San open, kissing all over the tattoos and scars that decorate her skin.
“Do you feel ready?” he asks, once he believes she’s loose enough to comfortably take the strap he usually uses. Ah, he realizes he should probably show her what it looks like, so he leans over to reach under the bed for his stash. “Hold on, let me grab my dick.”
“Ready either way, Daddy,” San mutters, eyes fluttering as she focuses in on Wooyoung. She whines when his fingers leave her, already used to being full again. “I’ve taken bigger; you know that.”
"I know, I'm just tryin' to be a good daddy." He pouts back at her as he takes out his strap-on. Wooyoung's gotten faster at putting it on over the years with lots of practice, slipping his legs through the holes and fastening it behind him. He doesn't give himself time to think about how he wishes he had a real one that he could feel inside of San, instead kissing her legs again while he lines himself up with her hole. The younger man holds her by the waist as he enters her, keeping eye contact with the older woman and watching her expression as he bottoms out.
“You—” She cuts herself off with a whimper. Her back arches, the pleasure from the slight stretch making her shutter. One of her hands reaches out for his, curling around the fingers gripping onto her waist. There’s a small moan before she’s stuttering out what she had tried to say earlier. “You a—are a good Daddy…Your cock feels so good.”
“You feel like heaven,” Wooyoung breathes, taking their hands from her waist and pinning them back on the mattress next to her head as he thrusts a little faster. “Being a good girl for Daddy.” He desperately wishes he could feel inside San, that he could feel her tight, hot walls squeezing his cock, but he’s still happy to use his body to pleasure her in some fashion. “Get your legs around me, Puppy, I wanna kiss you while I fuck you.”
The stretch of their arms makes the muscle bulge slightly in her biceps. Her ankles cross behind his back, digging into the space at the bottom of his spine. Leg muscles tensing, San moans loudly, her lips dropping open as Wooyoung fucks into her faster. It’s hitting every spot inside of her that feels good, and when he leans over to kiss her, her cock gets trapped between their stomachs. San groans into the kiss, hands gripping Wooyoung’s as the friction against her cock sends her even further towards heaven.
“Fuck, San, you feel so good,” Wooyoung pants, losing himself in the effort of pleasuring her, his kisses turning more aggressive in nature. He tries not to get too rough with her; hurting San during their first fuck isn’t a good impression, and he doesn’t want to seem uncaring.
He can feel her cock leaking underneath him, smearing precum on their stomachs, and he lowers down just a little bit closer to her. His teeth find the sensitive skin of her neck after he speaks, biting lightly and soothing his tongue over the area alternately. The faint vanilla of her perfume is comforting and almost familiar in a way, and it makes Wooyoung want to live here, on top of her and inside of her.
“B—Best cock,” San whispers. She tilts her head to the side a little more so Wooyoung has more access to her neck and whines at the musky scent drifting off of the younger man. This kind of smell on her makes her sick to her stomach, but when it’s on a man, one she finds attractive at that, it doesn’t bother her in the slightest. She hopes he leaves marks.
Words are hard to get out, so asking Wooyoung for lasting marks is out of the question; San just prays the moans she lets slip out from the pressure against her cock is enough to drive him to bite her skin. Sure, she’ll have hell to pay at work if she can’t cover them up, but she wants her viewers to see the marks on her skin, to see that she’s claimed for the time being.
Even if this doesn’t last, and he doesn’t want to do this again after they film their collab, she wants a reminder that he touched her. A lasting reminder that, at least for a few weeks, she belonged to someone who understood who she was in private instead of in public.
“Best pussy,” Wooyoung laughs out playfully, his thrusts gaining traction and slamming into her harder than before. When San moves her head to the side, he takes it as permission to bite and suck harder, and the thought of leaving hickeys all over her makes Wooyoung growl into her skin possessively. “You’re so fucking beautiful; Best girl. You’re my girl, yeah?”
He grunts as he litters bites all over her neck and collarbones. Wooyoung divides all of his energy between fucking into her, rubbing her cock on his stomach, and biting at her neck to get her to come. San gasps and frantically nods her head, her hands gripping Wooyoung’s for dear life. She feels so small like this, completely consumed by this man on top of her. He is so effortlessly pulling her apart piece by piece, and it’s not like he’s even thinking before doing it.
All she can think about is Wooyoung, him inside of her, on top of her, all over her. His noises and words in her ear, his hands holding her’s above her head, her cock pressing against his stomach, his teeth on her neck, his scent surrounding them…Everything about this is perfect. San can’t think in the slightest with him fucking her like this.
“Yours,” she whimpers in response, the word almost shouted between moans. Wooyoung really, really likes the idea of San being his. It drives him to keep fucking her hard, and maybe push things just a touch further. He props himself up on one hand, the other slowly creeping up to her neck. The hand stops just before it’s grasping around it, because he wants to make sure.
“Can I choke you?” He pants. Wooyoung knows she’ll probably say yes; from what he’s talked about with her and what she’s done on stream, he knows she likes breath play, and he likes having her in this fuzzy, blissed-out headspace.
“Please.” Wide eyed now stare at Wooyoung impatiently, waiting for him to do whatever he wants to her. San appreciates him asking (he’s a good dom, of course he’s going to ask), but the hand around her throat is already making her head infinitely fuzzier without even applying any pressure. His long fingers are so different from her own that just the feeling is intoxicating.
Wooyoung’s hand tightens around San’s throat with something like a growl leaving his lips, spurred on by how desperate she looks. He puts just the right amount of pressure on the sides of her neck to feel good and have her roll her eyes back, and he smirks to himself. Wooyoung knows he’s a good lay, but it’s definitely a confidence booster to see just how affected San is by him. He’s pretty grateful that he works out regularly right now, if only to keep fucking San in the position he’s in right now.
Every part of San’s body feels like it’s in overdrive. Wooyoung is overwhelming her body with so much pleasure that she could explode right now. In the corner of her eye, she vaguely catches a smirk on Wooyoung’s face and moans again from that alone. He’s so fucking hot.
Each time he fucks back into her, he hits her prostate head on, and when he pulls his hips back, he squeezes her neck again. Her cock is leaking against her stomach with less friction than before, but it’s freely bobbing between their bodies as San’s legs try to yank Wooyoung even closer.
“Wanna come, Daddy,” she pants, her whine loud in the younger man’s ear. “Can I please come?”
"You're such a good girl," he coos over her moans, using the hand that was choking San to stroke her cheek affectionately for a moment. Wooyoung is endlessly endeared by her asking permission. He puts his hand back and lowers the pitch of his voice, angling his hips up again. "Come for Daddy, you deserve it, yeah, that's it—"
San arches as much as she can under him, a high sob ripped out of her throat as she comes. The hand still holding hers is practically being crushed, and they can both feel the ropes of cum settling between their stomachs. Her hole clenches around Wooyoung’s strap so tight that it’s almost hard to move, which is already a feat with how locked up her legs are around his waist.
She’s crying as she comes down from her high, gasping for air as her chest heaves. Her eyes eventually flutter open to lazily see Wooyoung looking at her all proud of himself. San offers a faint smile back and loosens her hand just enough to give his hand a soft squeeze.
“Thank you.” The words are whispered, barely audible. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome,” Wooyoung murmurs softly, shifting into a kneeling position before scooping up some of her cum onto a finger and licking it off. He’s still catching his breath, but his heart rate hesitates to slow down on account of how happy he is that she feels so good. Leaning over again, he kisses San’s soft, parted lips a few times and cups her jaw. “You doin’ okay?”
“Kinda’ out of it,” she mumbles back, nuzzling into his hand as best she can while vying for more kisses. Her breathing is still stilted, but she’s slowly getting air back into her lungs. “Why’re you so good at that?” Wooyoung laughs breathlessly, the sound shy rather than confident.
“Practice, I guess.” He presses a few more kisses all over San’s face until he can feel her body going back to baseline and carefully braces himself on the bed to stay upright. “I’m gonna pull out and collapse now.”
San has to stifle the slight jealous urge that rips her chest apart at the joke; the thought of Wooyoung fucking someone else in his bed, even if it’s literally his job, has San feeling violent (and inadequate). She’s already unfairly attached to him, and as much as she’s come to terms with the fact that this will probably only be a two-time thing, she doesn’t like thinking about some other girl or guy getting fucked this good in by the guy she likes in the bed she’s still laying on.
Her heart hurts at the thought, but she shoves it to the side to deal with later in her own apartment. Her legs unlock from his body and fall to the side, her hand coming up to run through his hair while the other brushes over his lips.
“Let me eat you out. Please?” Wooyoung’s heart flutters in anticipation at the act—as if he’d ever say no to such a request. He leans his head into her hand and smiles.
“I’d love that. How do you want me?”
“Sit on my face?” She’s a bit hesitant to ask, especially after he just worked so hard to fuck her, but she really wants to be buried between his legs.
“Sure thing,” Wooyoung answers, already scrambling to get out of the harness. He’s incredibly wet just from watching San feel pleasure but relieved that he’ll finally get some of his own. Even if his thighs burn, he’ll just hang onto his headboard and let her work her magic. Scooting forward over her, Wooyoung purposely positions himself so his pussy is hovering right above her face.
Fingers curling around his upper thighs, she tugs him down, growling a soft “sit” as she does so. When he hesitates, she tugs again and huffs about how she’s not fragile. Her biceps flex as she holds him in place, and once she’s properly situated herself to her liking, she immediately suctions her mouth around his cock.
San hums happily around him, tongue flicking against the tip of his cock just to play with him. Wooyoung moans high in his throat when she pulls him down onto her face and feels her start to suck. It's been a while since he's gotten head, and she's already doing so well that it's making him lose his well-practiced composure.
"Oh shit," he whimpers, rocking his hips back and forth slightly with a little more force. Wooyoung tangles his hands in her hair, a reminder that it's a real, gorgeous person underneath him, not some toy. "Feels so good, Sanie..."
A small chirp from San before she’s moving her tongue to press inside of him, her mouth still diligently sucking on his cock as best she can. She kneads the fat and muscle in his thighs with appreciation; dancer’s thighs are her favourite for a reason. She could die happily between them, specifically Wooyoung’s. He’s tan and lithe and powerful, and it’s refreshing to see someone like her be so free and comfortable with their body in a way that she never has been.
She knows she’s significantly more built than the average woman and the average man which makes self confidence hard to find when people stare at her. It doesn’t matter whether she’s pretending to be a man or she’s on stream as herself. Wooyoung appreciates her for it…and he obviously appreciates her dick sucking skills.
San allows him to rock himself back and forth on her face, even guiding him at points. He’s mostly riding her tongue, but every once in a while, she’ll suck extra hard or drag her teeth along the sensitive skin of his dick to prompt him to spout his pretty noises.
His moans are deep and drawn out of his throat, and every time he groans or growls, his grip in her hair tightens. She attempts the task of not getting hard again, she really does! but Wooyoung is riding her face and letting her taste him while making the most gorgeous sex noises she’s ever heard. She’s a weak woman, and her dick is rock hard between her legs again.
Wooyoung can’t stifle the noises coming from his chest at how hungrily San eats him up. He tries his best to keep his pitch masculine, but the things she’s doing with her lips and tongue have his eyes rolling back and his thighs clenching against her cheeks. He lets out an honest to god whimper after a particularly harsh suck. It feels nice to let this happen after he just fucked San’s soul out of her body.
“Oh my God, yeah,” Wooyoung sobs, and he swears he can feel his pussy throbbing on her face. “Mommy, Mommy—”
San groans into him, the vibrations caught right over his cock. She giggles at the yelp it pulls from his mouth and presses her tongue as far as it’ll go inside of him. His weight on her is comforting. She enjoys making this pretty boy fall apart with her mouth, his slick practically filling her mouth at certain points. She gets so messy with it when she pulls her tongue out of his hole, fully focusing on his cock again. Her tongue laps at the head a number of times, and she almost wishes she could move one of her hands to finger him, too. He deserves as much pleasure as she can offer after he just gave her the best sex of her life.
Wooyoung's losing his composure probably faster than he ever has, sitting on San's face. He's chanting "Oh my God" on a loop, overstimulated in the best way, and getting desperate enough to push down harder and faster into her mouth. His moans get higher and higher pitched the more he loses himself in the feelings she's giving him, and he can't even bring himself to care. This woman is fucking perfect. And what's stopping him from telling her that?
"You're so good, fuck, you're perfect, so good at this, Sanie, Mommy," he babbles, his voice thin and shaky. "Fuck yes, I'm gonna—you're gonna make me—oh—"
The older woman's arms lock in place, keeping Wooyoung attached to her face as she lightly teethes at his cock. She figures the stimulation and the slight pain will send him over the edge, and when he grips her hair so hard that she's loudly whining into his pussy, she knows he's just about to tip over the edge. Her tongue flicks against the head of his cock like it had before, and just like that, she has Wooyoung fully falling apart in her mouth.
His moans are loud and almost melodic to her ears; she can't stop the way her hips buck into the air in response to them. San's entire face is wet when Wooyoung pulls himself off of her, her grip on him loosening exponentially so that he can shift to carefully rest on her chest. She smiles at him with a wide, toothy grin, one that makes her dimples pop, before licking her lips and groaning at the taste of him in her mouth.
"You sound so pretty," San rasps, her fingers dancing along his inner thighs. "That means I did really good, right?"
"Holy shit, yes," Wooyoung laughs, still trying to catch his breath. He leans over and collapses on the bed next to her, his legs quivering from how intense his orgasm was. "Fuck, girl. You are really good at that. I don't even remember the last time I came that fast." Without hesitation, he kisses her on the mouth, not caring about how wet she is from his pussy. Wooyoung lays there contentedly for a few hazy moments, kissing her chastely and idly rubbing a hand over her chest.
"I've had practice," she giggles back. While he kisses her, she sneaks a hand back down between her thighs, her fingers flitting over the side of her shaft. She whines and presses her lips against his a little harder. Her ex-wife never wanted to kiss her when she was done eating her out, and Wooyoung doing it so easily makes her heart flutter. "You're so, so pretty, Kitty."
Wooyoung’s face gets hot at her compliment, and he turns his head into the pillows to hide. He’s come a long way with realizing he is pretty attractive, but coming from San feels extra special, somehow.
“I’m okay, I guess,” he sighs exaggeratedly. “I think you’re prettier, though.” Not missing the way San is touching herself, Wooyoung’s hand wanders over to bat hers away and replace it with his. “Wanna go again, huh?” he teases, smirking at her. San huffs, an exaggerated pout making its way onto her face. The hand he batted away moves to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing over his bottom lip. She’s obsessed with his lips, and the little mole he has on his lower lip makes her want to constantly kiss him.
“Not my fault the hot guy who rode my face and kissed me afterwards made the sexiest noises I think I’ve ever heard in my life.” Wooyoung feels his face flushing and getting hot at San's compliment, and he smushes his face into her chest.
"I'm okay, I guess," he mumbles in response. "But I think you're way hotter. What do you want to do now?" Looking up at San, he finds himself distracted by how pretty she is.
“Liar,” San pokes, booping his nose with a giggle. Her fingers run through his hair carefully, far too caring in nature for just having met each other. His hand tightens the slightest bit around her cock, and she yelps in surprise, having half tuned out the feeling of his hand on her. “Getting off again really quick would be nice.”
“Do you wanna fuck me this time?” Wooyoung suggests, circling a thumb over the tip of her cock idly. “Or we can just jerk each other off? I don’t really care.”
“Really?” San instantly seems to perk up at that offer, the hand in Wooyoung’s hair pausing for a moment then continuing. “You would…You would be okay with that?”
“Are you serious? Fuck yes; I’ve been dreaming about it.” He props his head up with an elbow on the bed, looking at San with a hungry expression. “Dreamed about Mommy filling me up,” he continues, his voice dangerously low while touching everywhere but her dick. “Mommy’s got such a big, pretty cock. Want her to fuck me with it and make me scream.”
Wooyoung feels himself getting wet again just thinking about it. Her warmth against his bare skin prompts him to hoist a leg up and throw it over her. Groaning low in her throat, San grasps his hips, thumbs pressing into the small part of his tummy she can reach. She can feel his pussy practically throbbing against her lower stomach, the wetness of it causing her to whine. Gods, why is this man so fucking perfect for her?
“Daddy has a prettier cock,” San mumbles to him. She saw it up close and had her mouth on it; it’s probably the cutest dick she’s ever seen. Wooyoung lets out a shaky moan, thrusting his hips forward to try and get some friction against her cock. Just feeling their tips touch causes another wave of wetness to leak from his cunt.
“Please fuck me, Mommy,” Wooyoung whines, his hips rocking back and forth onto her. “Daddy needs it so bad. ‘M so wet you can just slide right in…”
“Could just get off like this,” she whispers. Her hands tug at his hips as she bucks her hips into his cock. “Keep rutting your cock against mine and then cover your pussy in my cum…”
“N…No, Mommy, I want you inside. I wanna feel full of you.” Taking matters into his own hands, Wooyoung grabs her dick with his hand and guides it to his entrance, pushing it in just the slightest. “Don’t you want to feel how tight and wet I am for you? Feel how hot and swollen my pussy is?” He fucks the head of her cock in and out of him with one hand gripping her shaft while his gaze wanders downward. His words are practically panted out, but they’re still teasing, meant to taunt her as he bites at one of her tits. “Don’t you wanna shoot your cum deep inside me?”
“Fucking—Jesus Christ, Wooyoung.” San’s head falls back on the pillow with a loud groan. Her fingers dig into his skin desperately, nails biting at his tan flesh. She wants to cover him in her, and he’s not making this any easier right now. “Just sit on it, please. I can’t—I’ll come if you keep doing that, Daddy.”
“Pillow princess,” Wooyoung teases with a smirk. She opens her mouth to make another comment, but he cuts her off by fully throwing his leg over her hip and positioning himself on top of her. Their stomachs are touching as he reaches behind himself to grab her cock and guide it inside of his hole.
Pushing his hips back, he lets out a low, quiet moan directly into her ear as soon as she is fully sheathed inside of him. “Gonna milk you,” he mutters into San’s ear, his breath hot and his lips wet as he rocks back and forth in lap. “Every last drop of your cum is mine.”
San’s entire body shutters in response to his words, a choked moan slipping past her lips as he sinks her cock into him. He's warm in a way San has felt before, but somehow, he feels better than anyone else. Maybe it's because he just fucked her into oblivion less than twenty minutes ago, or because he's using her as her, but either way, she doesn't think she's ever felt this good during sex.
The second he begins rocking back and forth on her cock, she whimpers, hips bucking minutely in an attempt to please Wooyoung further. San swears she can be good at fucking someone, can make a person dumb on her cock without trying, but with Wooyoung, she's so happy to let him work because he's willing to do it himself. He doesn't expect what she cannot offer right now.
“You sound pretty, your cock is pretty, your face is pretty, your pussy is pretty...How could anyone even try to compete with you? You're perfect.” She sounds amazed as she speaks, her gaze reverent. Wooyoung’s thighs are tired as hell, but San’s compliments make him whine and squeal and sit up fully so he can bounce on her dick properly.
There are groans punched out of him every time he comes down, and there is no way he can form a coherent thought, not when he’s too busy slamming himself down on her cock so deep he can almost feel her in his guts. His whines turn even higher pitched than before, completely ruined and desperate.
“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” he cries, not even paying attention to the way his tits are bouncing with his movements. Wooyoung plants his hands on her chest, then, pinching her nipples meanly. “You’re perfect. Oh fuck, yeah, baby, fuck. Mommy—!!”
“Daddy!” she squeaks back, her hands flying to dig into his upper thighs. He’d dug his nail into one of her nipples extra hard, and San thinks she just saw her life flash before her eyes. Holy shit. Her loud whimpers gain traction the second Wooyoung’s fingers touch her chest.
Fuck, he plays with her nipples so much, and she’s going to go insane. She doesn’t have tits like she wants to, but hopefully her chest is ample enough for him to enjoy right now. Maybe he could use it to get off later? That’s a fucking thought, Wooyoung riding her chest and moaning as he makes himself come.
“You’re so pretty, Sanie,” Wooyoung pants, his voice punched out from the force he uses to bounce on her cock. “Got such a perfect cock, gonna come on it.” He decides to lean forward more, hair falling in their faces as he angles his hips to get even deeper. He simply sits on her cock for a moment, feeling her all the way inside of him.
San stretches him out perfectly, and his eyes close as his mouth falls open in an uncontrolled, drawn-out, raspy moan. He can feel her throbbing inside of him, and he starts riding even faster, desperately chasing his release (and trying to make her come at the same time.)
“C’mon, come for me, babygirl. Come inside me, fuck, yes.”
“Feel so good, Daddy.” San’s eyes flutter shut as she grips his thighs, her whiny moans getting louder and louder each time Wooyoung bottoms out. The faster he goes, the crazier she feels, her cock so hard she can see stars. Her hips buck into him as best she can, and she can tell her legs are shaking with how hard she’s going to come. “C—Coming, Daddy!”
San is so fucking hot, especially when she’s on the verge of orgasm, and Wooyoung feels like he’s going to come just from the sound of her moaning and the feeling of her hips stuttering up into him. He pinches her nipples one last time, wrenching a yelp from her, and then it’s over.
Wooyoung swears he can feel her cum shooting deep inside him, throbbing inside his tight walls, and the sight of her pleasure brings him to climax too, grunting and groaning on top of her with his head thrown back and his fingers clamped down on his dick. He slows down his pace as they ride out their orgasms, both panting and whimpering in overstimulation until he eventually comes to a full stop, still seated on her cock.
“Holy fuck, baby,” the younger man huffs, still catching his breath. “I might get addicted to your dick, just so you know.”
“What if I want you to get addicted?” San asks softly, her eyelids fluttering as he comes to a stop in her lap. “It means I can get addicted to this pussy.” Groaning, she rocks him on her cock once more before lifting him off and setting him on the bed beside her. Her arms bulge as she does it, her tattoos almost rippling on her skin. She almost leans over to kiss him, but she refrains, reminding herself that they’re not a couple; they’re not in a relationship aside from just…aside from whatever this is.
“Then I fuckin’ will,” Wooyoung laughs back, nearly drooling from the way her muscles bulge when she lifts him up. He may be a dom most of the time, but holy hell, he’d give anything for this woman to throw him around like he’s nothing. He plants a kiss on one of her tits before he flops down on his bed next to her, sighing in contentment. “God damn. What next? Do you want a snack or something while we talk about what to film?”
San takes a moment to observe his face, and she fails to stop her hand before it finds Wooyoung’s cheek. Thumb rubbing over the mole under his eye, San’s own eyes dart all over, taking in every piece of his face that she can. This is new, the sentimental nature of this, the feelings she’s being overwhelmed with right now.
Maybe it’s because Wooyoung has made her feel cared for in a way she has sorely lacked since the beginning of her marriage, or maybe it’s because he accepted her so easily as herself after knowing who she is outside of these walls. Her chest is tight like she’s going to start crying, but she holds off on it, burying it down to deal with later.
“I fucked your plans with my breakdown when I got here. You had snacks out and everything…A good partner, even to a stranger.” Wooyoung’s heart flutters furiously in his chest, feeling his face get hot when San brushes a finger over his cheek. She is so sweet, and somehow he feels like he’s known her for much longer with the easy way they navigate each other’s bodies and desires.
“It doesn’t feel like we’re strangers,” he admits with a shy smile. “I would say we’re at least friends by this point, right? And good friends support their friends when they have a breakdown. We don’t even have to film anything today, if you don’t want to.”
“If we film something, can it just be a handjob after dinner? I think I’ve been fucked out for the foreseeable future…” Her confession flushes her face red in embarrassment, feeling bad that she won’t be able to fully film anything like she had hoped to when they made the original plans. Wooyoung laughs genuinely at her confession, a high-pitched sound that he’s tried to suppress in the past.
“Like I said, seriously, it’s no problem. Fuck, stay the night if you want, I don’t care.” Actually, Wooyoung does care. A lot. He’s fucking lonely, and she’s beautiful and an amazing fuck and so sweet, and he just hopes he’s not coming off too desperate.
“We can film some other time. I wanna go all out for it, you know. I want everyone to see me go to town on you.” He grins again, playfully and lightly smacking her arm.
“If this wasn’t all out, Wooyoung-ah…I don’t think Noona’s old body can handle that,” San groans jokingly, rolling into his chest and knocking her forehead against his skin as her leg hooks over his hip, and her arm slings around his waist. If he doesn’t mind cuddling, San is going to cuddle the shit out of this small, adorable man. “Might have to stay the night if you milk the cum out of my cock after we eat.”
"Sounds like a plan," Wooyoung sighs, letting his eyes fall shut and a smile spread over his face as he puts an arm around the taller woman. “Apologies if I did go overboard. I haven't had sex that good since...well, I can't remember.”
“You just fucked the energy out of me,” she responds with a giggle, pressing a kiss to the centre of his chest. She’s so content like this, so happy. She feels like she’s in a dream right now, and she doesn’t want to wake up. “I’ve never had sex that good, full stop.”
“Yeah. Me neither, probably. Fuck.” The smaller man moans while stretching a little, his legs shaking again. “Noona…” he turns more toward San, greedily grabbing at her chest. “I’m going to make dinner for us. We’re going to eat at the kitchen table, and then I’m going to milk the cum out of you over and over in order to make you so weak you have to stay the night. Am I being too much, or are you in agreement?” He cocks his head to the side, circling a nipple with his thumb.
“Fuck,” San moans out. Just the sound of those words and his hands on her chest have instantaneously turned her insides to mush. His confidence makes him even hotter than he already is, and when she glances down, she moans again at the sight of his tattooed arm. Jung Wooyoung might just be the hottest man she’s ever encountered in her life, and she’s a former military officer who is often surrounded by fit and sexy men all the time. He checks all the boxes, even offering to cook! The object of her affections feeling up her chest, making her dinner, and touching her cock is San’s most favourite dream.
“Please do.” To be completely honest, Wooyoung would rather stay in his bed and keep fucking San, but he is getting hungry and wants to be a good host. Sighing overdramatically, he reluctantly extracts himself from San’s arms and stretches, wincing when he hears his knees pop. He picks up whatever clothes they left on the floor and throws San’s over to her, pulling on some comfortable pants and a graphic t-shirt.
“I don’t have enough in the kitchen for a fancy meal, but I can make, like, kimchijeon if you’re cool with that? Plus the snacks I got?”
“Yeah, I’m fine with anything…Can I borrow some different clothes from you? I don’t think fancy clothes are going to be very comfortable. You don’t have to! Even if it’s just a different shirt, maybe? I don’t…I don’t want to inconvenience you more than I already have.” She shrugs to herself, her eyes on her lap as she sits up and plays with the fabric of her nice blouse. The officer doesn’t expect anything crazy in response; most people rarely offer more than the bare minimum, and as sweet as Wooyoung is, he doesn’t seem like the type to do anything for a stranger like San used to be.
“In…convenience me?” Wooyoung turns to San confused, his words a genuine question. She hasn’t once inconvenienced him the entire time she’s been here. “I have no idea what you're talking about, but yeah, you can borrow some clothes. I don’t really care what, you can just look through my closet and pick out whatever fits.”
The dancer guesses that it’s an advantage with San that he prefers baggy, oversized clothes usually. He suddenly has the urge to bend over and kiss her, but that seems…too forward of him. He doesn’t want to overwhelm the poor woman, who’s already gone through a vast spectrum of emotions today.
“Thank you. You’re just gunning for best lay on my list, aren’t you?” Her words are laced in a manner that makes it clear that she’s joking. Lips curling into a minuscule smile, San thanks him and waves him off with a blown kiss.
“You mean I’m not already?” Wooyoung looks back at her with a fake pout and then laughs. God, he hopes he is.
“You’re number three on my list of lays, Jung Wooyoung, and you surpassed the other two with flying colours.” He makes her feel so warm and fuzzy inside. She just hopes he’s willing to let her stay with him for more than a singular night.