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“Ready?” Jihyo whispers into her wife’s skin, leaving a kiss at the same spot.
“More than.” Sana responds quickly, eagerly, her voice dripping with the lingering arousal of being eaten out mere seconds ago. It was at Jihyo’s insistence—to help her relax into taking their new toy, she said—and Sana would never turn down having her wife go down on her.
With a steady hand, Jihyo eases the strap slowly into Sana’s core, watching intently for any signs of discomfort. Although, there isn’t much to worry about, she concludes soon after as the toy slips in, if Sana’s muffled moans and heavy pants are anything to go by.
It’s not that big, strictly speaking, and not much thicker than a few fingers—but Sana isn’t used to taking anything more than two so they had chosen the small size to start. Even still, Jihyo takes her time and pauses when she’s more than halfway in, running her hands up and down her wife’s back as a gesture of comfort. “All good down there?” she checks in, because one could never be too careful.
“So good, so so good…” Sana mumbles with only half a mind, sinking in the rest of the way on her own and already lazily fucking herself back on her cock.
Jihyo laughs darkly at the sight, letting herself slip into her role now that Sana has clearly eased into the scene. “Mmm… Keep fucking yourself on my cock for me, pretty girl. Give me a show, hm?” She encourages, giving Sana the reins for now.
Sana whines at having to fuck herself, breathy and desperate, but moves faster against Jihyo’s strap regardless. Jihyo grabs both her ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart a little to get a better view. She makes sure to stay as still as possible, neither pulling not pushing on Sana’s hips, making her do all the work.
“A-ah, Hyo.” Sana whines at the rough touch of nails digging into her flesh a little, but Jihyo knows her wife enough to know that the sound is all pleasure and no pain.
She lets Sana go on for a whole longer, watching her get more and more worked up, the realization slowly dawning on her that what she’s doing isn’t going to be enough to bring her over the edge. It only makes her more desperate.
Predictably, Jihyo watches her draw an arm back to place a hand between her legs, but before she could get there, Jihyo intervenes.
“Stop.” She commands sternly while gripping Sana’s wrist, in a way that leaves no room for argument. It snaps Sana out of her haze—albeit a little slowly with how distracted she was just chasing her own pleasure.
“Down, baby.” Jihyo instructs further, leaning over her wife’s figure and pressing down just below her neck to guide her to the position. Sana obeys eagerly, hands stretching out above her head with her face almost getting buried in the sheets.
After ensuring Sana has enough room to breathe, Jihyo removes herself from her back, pulls the strap out a little, then pushes back in slowly, making sure to hilt all the way before repeating the motion. “Stay down and take me like a good girl.” It’s quiet and deadly in a way that makes Sana fist the sheets and gush around the toy, because god did she love that voice.
Jihyo is rewarded with long, drawn-out moans accompanying each stroke, the sound shooting pleasure straight to her own core. It drives her to pick up the rhythm a little, reaching around to put two fingers around Sana’s clit, giving it a brief pinch then rubbing back and forth to soothe it. Sana’s body jerks hard at the sensation, moaning half-into their sheets and then keening when Jihyo rubs her clit softly, in just the right way.
“Fuck— !” Is all Sana manages to get out before she’s truly lost in an endless flurry of grunts and moans at every slap of Jihyo’s hips, burying the strap deeper each time. “It’s s-so—fuck—so deep, Hyo…” She says in broken words between the rough thrusts.
“Hmm? Did you say something, baby?” Jihyo inquires plainly, innocently, like they’re doing the most mundane thing in the world. Sana whines pathetically when she halts, pulling her hair to lift her head from the mattress.
When met with only more whines and squirming, Jihyo draws her hips back, pulling the whole length out of Sana’s pussy and keeping a tight hold of her hips to stop her from finding and sinking back into it. “Quit whining and speak clearly to me, Sana. What did you say?” She whispers lowly at her ear while prodding the tip of the strap right at her entrance, like an awaiting reward.
“I-I said it’s— i-it feels so deep in me…” she manages, voice strained from the position.
“Oh?” Jihyo feigns innocence, “Like this?” She punctuates the question by pushing deep—once—and holding it there, only humping a little against her ass.
Sana gasps at the suddenness, collapsing back on the sheets. “Y-yes, fuck,” she says breathlessly, feeling her core rhythmically clenching around the shaft. She wonders if Jihyo can feel her cum dripping all the way down her thighs at this point.
“Mmm… my baby likes to feel my cock deep in her needy pussy, doesn’t she?”
“God yes, I love it so much. Please, Hyo, please move.” Sana lifts herself up on her arms—something she manages to do only because Jihyo lets her—to gain some leverage and starts fucking back on the strap, trying to get any sort of friction in.
Jihyo chuckles. “Let me do that for you, darling.”
And with that, she starts up again, slowly at first—just for the extra tease—before gradually getting to the pace she’d been at before, once more reaching around Sana’s hips to rub her clit when she’s thrusting the hardest she can. She hisses at the pressure on her own clit every time she hilts, pleasure slowly but undeniably building up at her core. Sana can barely stay still, her body almost shaking underneath Jihyo and she just knows she won’t last long today.
Through the wet noises and the sound of skin slapping against skin, Sana’s endless string of mumbling is almost incoherent to Jihyo, but there’s one phrase that pops out to her. “Hyo, baby, I want your cum in me.”
Jihyo has never heard her say that before.
“My wha—” she says a second before the words actually sink in. It makes her falter, the mental image tattooing itself in her mind so that it’s all she can think about. “Fuck, Sana, you can’t… I- you’re—”
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I—” Sana starts, alarmed, with a lot more clarity in her voice than there was a few seconds ago.
“Making me want to fill you up to the brim.” Jihyo interrupts, voice low and dangerous.
“Fuck,” is all she hears from Sana, breathless and whiny. It’s more than enough. She renews her pace, watching the way Sana melts into putty underneath her and the cock disappearing over and over again into Sana’s core, making a wet, slick sound each time despite the slight resistance she feels thrusting in.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby. You like the idea of having my cum deep in your pussy? Want to be dripping with my seed?”
“Yes, yes! Please, Hyo, need it so bad. Please breed me.”
Despite already playing into it, hearing the words from Sana herself still knocks the breath out of her. “Fuck, okay,” she says, more to herself than to Sana. She’s not really sure how to do it, but figures that words would be enough for now.
Jihyo refocuses back on her wife’s pleasure, sneaking her hand around to toy with her clit to help her along. And the way Sana’s arms give out under her, body subtly shaking at every movement, her throat rasping out nothing but whines and groans now—Jihyo knows she’s close, probably.
“I-I wanna cum.” Sana voices, confirming Jihyo’s guess—not that she had much doubt.
“Yeah, baby? You going to come on my cock?”
“Yes, I- I’m so close, Hyo.”
“Fuck, so am I.” She mutters, surprised at her own confession, her rhythm growing more erratic as she draws closer to her own edge. “Cum with me, okay?” she coaxes, surprisingly gentle despite the scene, “Gonna breed you so full… God, Sana, I’m actually gonna cum from just fucking you like this.”
“Give it to me, please, I need it.”
“Cum for me, baby. Soak that cock.”
“Hyo- fuck!” Sana shivers hard under her before going completely limp, a few grunts spilling out of her mouth as the pleasure racks through her body. She pulls the sheets hard towards herself, face buried in them as she humps her way through the last of the waves, and Jihyo thinks, in the back of her mind, that her wife might be prettiest like this.
“Oh my god—shit… just like that baby, take my cum.” Jihyo says right against her ear—for good measure—as she’s overtaken with her own pleasure, and her arms instinctively wrap around her wife’s slim waist, because she has always needed to be as close to her as possible in these moments. It’s not as hard of an orgasm, almost a struggle to even chase after, but there was also something so frustratingly delicious about that. About how she so desperately ruts into Sana just trying to gain any sort of friction to help her along (and getting next to none), about how she can hear Sana’s small whines of complaint from the bucking, about how she feels the half-broken waves of pleasure fading away before she can fully feel them.
A few more seconds later and she feels a gentle tap against her arm, silently asking her to let go. She obeys, lifting herself up from how she was pressed tightly against Sana’s back and slowly, gently pulling the strap out.
Sana groans a little bit in complaint and Jihyo kisses all over her back in response, little whispers of “I’m sorry”, “It’s alright”, and “I love you’s” muttered into her skin in between, to soothe the ache.
When Jihyo removes the strap, she sees the part that had been pressed up against her core embarrassingly wet, and she puts it away silently with flushed cheeks. But then she looks over Sana’s spot to see the sheets soiled and her thighs even messier, the sight stroking her ego more than a little bit. “Damn… we dripped on the sheets.”
The remark prompts Sana to look over her core and the sheets underneath it, flushing red at the sight. “S-sorry, it felt really good.”
Jihyo giggles, leaning over to kiss Sana. It’s soft and slow and all-reassuring, leaving a giddy smile on Sana’s lips in its wake. “It’s okay, baby, it’s really hot. Hmm… we might have to buy one of those straps with fake cum in it.”
“Oh. Yes please.” Sana says, not quite looking at her but instead preoccupied with… something else entirely.
Jihyo laughs at what’s so clearly running through her head. One track mind… “I’ll look for a good one tomorrow.” She leaves a quick peck to her lips. “How was it? Does it hurt anywhere? I was going really hard for a while…”
“I’m okay, baby. My ass stings a little, but I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll get aloe and some water for you, okay?”
Sana only nods, and Jihyo quickly retrieves said things, raising the bottle of water to Sana’s lips and then applying the aloe. She feels Sana’s eyes on her as she finishes up. “What is it? Do you need anything else?”
But Sana just shakes her head. “No, I’m okay.” There's a careful pause before she speaks again, “Did you really cum?”
Jihyo presses her lips together at the question. “I did…”
“Oh…” Sana’s features are painted in genuine shock, for a moment, before morphing into one of complete mischief. “That’s new,” Sana says playfully, more than a little amused.
Jihyo groans, covering her face in embarrassment.
Sana giggles at the hint of red blooming on Jihyo’s cheeks. “I’m teasing.” She pries Jihyo’s hands away from her face to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for trying this.”
“Of course, anything you want.” Jihyo says, giving her a reassuring smile. “I enjoyed this more than I thought I would, honestly…”
That makes Sana perk up, hopeful. “Would you want to do it again?”
Jihyo nods firmly. “If you’re up for it.”
“Ji. I don’t think you understand how hot all of that was for me—we’re going to be doing this a lot more if it’s up to me.”
Jihyo can’t help but smile at the barely-contained enthusiasm. “I’m okay with that.”
“And maybe I can make you cum untouched again.”
“Oh god.” Jihyo laughs awkwardly, maybe ignoring the way she clenches at the thought. Sana doesn’t need to know that… yet.
(“Love you, Ji.” Well… when Sana looks at her like that, she thinks nothing is ever too bad.
“And I love you.” She answers back with no hesitation, hoping the words carry the whole weight of her heart.)