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part thirty
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POSTING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF USERS IS A SERIOUS TOS VIOLATION. PLEASE DON'T DO IT
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POSTING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF USERS IS A SERIOUS TOS VIOLATION. PLEASE DON'T DO IT
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Re: itt: seoulfullness prompts that need to be filled
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)sunsun fic
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)Sunny watches him writhe on the bed, his fingers gripping on the sheets as he arches his back. Her hand is small where it lands on his ass, but she knows how to flick her wrist to make the most of the impact. He whimpers, and she imagines that he's biting at his lip to keep from calling out. She likes that look on his face, almost as much as she enjoys the worried look in his eyes when he fails to do as she says. She brings her hand down again on his ass, again and again and he whimpers and keens — but still he doesn't yelp. She smiles, presses light kisses to the small of his back and down on the red hand prints she has left on his pale skin.
She pushes him back until he sits up on the mattress, straddling his lap quickly as soon as it’s possible. She lifts up the dildo in her hand and grips his face tight with the other, applying pressure to get him to open his lips just a little.
“Oppa,” she says, “I'm going to prepare you now.”
He knows what that means by now; he's a quick learner her Sungmin. He raises his body up on his knees and spreads his legs, he stretches out his hand before him and he arches his back into a pretty curve. Sunny takes a step back, smiling as she watches him move.
“We're not going to do it like that today,” she tells him when he has laid still in position for a few moments. She can sense the confusion from him, but he lays still on the bed. He breathes calmly, just how she has told him over and over again to do.
“You can look up,” she says. “You can look at me.”
Sungmin looks up, lips pink from how he has worried them between his teeth and Sunny feels her heart fill with affection for him. “You are allowed to talk.”
He still doesn't, seems to look for something to say. Sunny smiles. She bends down and picks up a box from the floor, his eyes following her every move. She opens the box and shows him what’s inside. A pair of shoes, thin heels as high as her own, but they are a few sizes too large for her. She places the box on the floor, kicks it lightly so that it slides over and comes to a stop close to the bed.
“You're going to put these on and then you are going to bend over and spread your legs wide enough for me to be able to fuck you,” she says. A shiver runs down Sungmin's spine, but he says nothing against it. He sits up and swings his legs over the edge, reaching for the shoes on the floor.
“Do you want help with those?”
He looks up, eyes widening. He licks his lips, unintentionally, she's sure, and answers with a quiet “Yes, please.”
He sits still when she goes down on one knee, she hears his breath catch in his throat and she smiles up at him. She gingerly takes one of the high heeled shoes, then she cups the heel of his foot and holds it still as she slides on the shoe. His foot arches so prettily, and she can't resist pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee. She does the same with the other shoe, and when she stands up he bows his head. Looks down at his feet.
Sunny holds out her hand and he takes it — he doesn't need her to be able to stand up, but she likes being there to steady him. And, what’s perhaps most importantly, she knows that he enjoys that she’s there.
The strap-on is new and slightly bigger than what Sungmin is certain he can take; Sunny can see the hesitation in his eyes. She brushes away his fringe from his face, asks him “Do you trust me?”
He nods, but he still looks uncertain.
“But?” she prompts him.
“But that’s so big,” he answers after a moment, as if he’s had to think it over. She can hear the hesitation in his voice, but there’s a tinge of something else to it too.
“It’s not too big, I know you’d be able to take it. We just need to prepare you thoroughly. Don’t you wonder how it would feel to have it inside of you, stretching you wide? I’d set a pace when I fucked you, a nice one--like maddeningly slow, and I could keep going for the longest time.” Sungmin keens at this,
His whimpers are high-pitched and broken as she continues to tease his prostate, her fingers rubbing circles against it far more than she focuses on moving her fingers in and out, or stretching him. His knees buckled and she can feel how the muscles in his thigh is twitching — he is getting breathless, impossible to get any real sounds but a high pitched noise — and she stops.
“This is new, but you need to calm yourself down now,” Sunny says. He makes a sound that can only be described as desperate, but steels himself. His body is tense beneath her, but not because he has found his release.
Sungmin is breathing heavily and she traces nonsense shapes into the skin between his thigh and groin, lets her fingers travel up and across the soft skin of his abdomen before she takes hold of his cock. He makes a surprised noise; but he keeps his head bowed.
Sunny had once heard something along the lines of What man didn’t like knowing his partner was aching to get fucked by him? and she couldn’t agree more herself now that she understood it. Hearing Sungmin moan as she fingered him, stretched him wide, wider than he needed to be stretched was the most lovely thing she had ever heard. When he lost his mind enough to keen and whimper for her to fuck him, told her that he was ready — oh god was he ready — her nails pressing into the soft skin of his hip as she slowly eased inside. She could see him clench, could feel the tightening around the dildo as its descent into him gradually slowed.
She moved her hips shallowly,
“You are so good for being so quiet, so still. You really work hard to meet what's asked of you, don't you?” Sunny is sure that her voice holds a fondness in it. She traces tiny circles over his hipbones and pushes in harder, clenching tight around the constant vibration of the egg that's placed in the harness. She moans against the skin of his back, sucking and nibbling at it as she tries to catch her breath. Sungmin is shuddering from having to hold both of them up, from the constant pressure against his prostate.
She lubes up her fingers again do that they're slippery and wet, and she then darts her fingers over the stretched skin of his hole. He gasps, it's too loud for her to miss, but she carefully begins to slide one finger inside him alongside the strap-on. A low sound in his throat and she splays her hand over his back, moves it back and forth in soothing strokes over his hips and waist.
“Oppa, you're a good boy. A really good boy, just stand still and hold on. Let me take care of you, you like that, don't you?”
He keens and mumbles “Yes, yes, yes” and if he tries to say anything more he loses the words when he moans — she's begun to slide in a second finger and he's stretched so wide and so tight that she can't help but to moan herself.
“Look at you taking it all in, you’re such a good boy,” she coos. She leans close, her body — her breasts — pressed against his back as she reaches around with her free hand to slowly jerk him off. She presses her lips to his back, mouths at his soft skin as she asks him, “Do you think you can take one more finger?”
“What do you think of asking someone to join us, sometime? Someone taller and stronger, who can hold you down as they fuck you and you can focus on just eating me out, what do you think?”
“F-fuck,” he says, stuttering on the first syllable, voice hoarse and he throws his head back. Sunny grabs his hair, entwines her fingers in it and pulling lightly. Holding his head in place. His body is trembling and she thrusts in harder, and with a broken moan he finds his release.
After he comes he collapses onto the bed, his entire body spent. He’s sweaty and panting, and she combs her fingers through his hair and whisper words of encouragement and affection to him.
“You did so well, so incredibly well,” Sunny says, “you can be proud of yourself. Be proud, okay, oppa?”
He lets out a small whine, nuzzles the bare skin of her thigh. His eyes are glazed as he opens them to look up at her and a small smile curves his lips.
Re: sunsun fic
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)please write more now, you were speaking nonsense when saying you can't write smut
Re: sunsun fic
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)