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Everything was soft for Jaehee as the world dissolved into the moment before her, the body touching hers and the infimal space between them. Skin, heat, breath, the warmth of hungry lips and their cold trails, lidded gazes, eyes that were a blooming forest, the cocoon of dizzying, enveloping love that surrounded her as, very slowly, she came undone under tender hands. The pink lips whispered honeyed words against her body– that she was sweet, pretty, lovely, good .
And Jaehee soared.
“Jaehee,” the voice of honey said. Soft fingers removed themselves from her mouth, and she felt its emptiness. “Are you with me, darling girl? Are you here?”
Chaeyoung was gazing up at her, a dream of rose in snow, and Jaehee was suddenly aware of where her hands were in her body, how she could barely breathe, the thigh she’d been grinding into for a little friction, the hand holding her steady at her back, her wet cunt and the lace that clung so, so uncomfortably to it. Somewhere along the line of this saccharine teasing, her bra had left her shoulders.
She nodded, a whine escaping her. Chaeyoung soothed her by cupping her cheek. “Or has Mommy’s teasing made you so floaty? I’m so sorry, dear girl, I just can’t help it when you’re so pretty and good for me…” They kissed her cheek, and it was unbearably tender.
“Mommy…” Jaehee whined, as if it was the only word she was able to utter. It was, after all, all that her world consisted of: Mommy . Chaeyoung and her sweet, sweet love. Mommy and her touches, her kisses, the soft pink clouds in her mind, and the red-hot need in her cunt. Once again, unable to control her body that now so desperately sought Mommy’s touch, she grinded against her naked thigh, feeling desperation grow. She needed Mommy to touch her, to fuck her silly and relieve the ache she felt.
But, Mommy wouldn’t unless she asked nicely , but Jaehee, in her sorry bliss, could barely even think. She just whined, frustrated at her inability to form words, and rubbed her pussy raw, hoping Mommy understood that way.
And Mommy did, because of course, she always did, knowing every single one of her girl’s tells down to the smallest of them– but she wouldn’t let her know just yet. She would delight in the sight of her clinging on for dear life, the way her beautiful doll face contorted as she kept grinding, the soft jiggle in her pretty tits, her beautiful, beautiful noises.
My God, Chaeyoung did not think there was a more delightful sight, a more delightful feeling, than the one they were experiencing right now of their girl growing desperate, all because of her. They felt drunk, dazed, with pleasure and with adrenaline, with this desire to both give and take, devour whatever was given back.
She let Jaehee stay in her predicament for a few more instants, letting her try her absolute hardest, grow needier and needier until she had no choice but to beg Mommy for their touch. It was this being needed, Chaeyoung figured, that gave her this unspeakable rush. Getting her to a state where her sweet girl could only ask for them and what their hands could provide, where she felt like she wouldn’t be able to even survive without them.
A flawless arrangement, if she said so. They loved to care for, and Jaehee loved to be cared for– so incredibly used to meeting her every need herself, this was her sweet escape to a state where she was utterly unable to do so, but had her Mommy to attend to any need she could ever have.
Now, however… it seemed that Chaeyoung let themselves indulge for a little too long, as Jaehee’s quickening breath and ever-increasing moans alerted her of another need– that of release. She still wanted to have their hands on her darling girl before her orgasm.
So, she stopped her with a firm hand to her inner thigh. Jaehee looked at her, pleading. “Careful there, little one, you’ll cum all over Mommy’s thigh like that…” she said, and Jaehee whined, close to tears. Oh, she was absolutely devastating. “If you wanted Mommy to touch you, you could’ve just asked nicely…” To add insult to injury, they ran a finger through her soaked underwear, making her nearly scream.
Jaehee felt utterly helpless, impossibly frustrated. How did Mommy not get it? She buried her head on their red waves, too ashamed to do anything. “But Mommy…”
Chaeyoung, knowing Jaehee, would be soft. “Is that too hard for you right now, sweetheart?” she asked gently. “Are words right now just too much?” She patted her back, holding the trembling, wanting mess that was her girlfriend, and Jaehee dissolved.
She nodded, confirming what Chaeyoung already knew, and they soothed further, a few soft pats to her ass. “It’s alright, darling…” she whispered in her ear. “It’s okay… I’ve got you, I’m right here. Mommy’s got you, and she will make it better, okay?”
Jaehee focused on her breathing, sinking further and further into the warm body that so willingly lent itself to her, Mommy’s ever-enveloping hands. She was feeling too much, eyes watering from need, but Mommy was there to catch her– she always was. With the strength of a thousand horses, Jaehee nodded.
“Okay, darling… Lift your hips up for me, please,” Mommy said.
Jaehee did, groaning, and Chaeyoung began pulling her panties down. They peeled off like beeswax wrap, sticking then releasing, and they rolled them slowly down her legs, careful not to overstimulate and overwhelm. She treated Jaehee tenderly, preciously.
“Oh, baby… ” Chaeyoung said, and Jaehee didn’t need to look at their face to know it was contorted in pity. “You’re soaked , sweetie, oh my God.” They said it as if it was terrible, tragic, outrageous. “You must have been so icky with your pussy all wet and swollen like that, darling… it must have hurt so, so bad… Mommy’s poor sweet girl and her needy pussy that she couldn’t touch…”
Jaehee nodded along. Yes, Mommy was right in everything. It did feel really, really icky and bad, and she couldn’t do anything, and it was terrible! So, so terrible! But Mommy understood, and it made her feel soft inside. Beneath that, however, was the violent, fervent request of just touch me already. If she wasn’t in her fuzzy Mommy’s girl state of mind, she would demand it. But, she liked that she couldn’t, that Mommy set the pace here, not her– she didn’t have to make any decisions.
“Mommy will make it all better now, sweetheart, okay?” Jaehee nodded. “Will you be good for me? You will, right?” She kept nodding, and Chaeyoung kept stalling , fingers hovering in her crotch but not quite where she wanted them.
“Just do it,” she blurted out before she could think, then gasped once she realized what she’d said.
“ Oh, my darling girl is demanding today…” Mommy teased.
Regret coiled within Jaehee’s gut, mixing with pleasure, and she pressed her forehead to Chaeyoung’s hard shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mommy…”
“It’s fine, sweetheart…” Chaeyoung said. “I know just how desperate you are… Now, will you be good for Mommy as she plays with that pretty pussy of yours?”
Jaehee nodded and lifted her head up, feeling somewhat woozy. Mommy was alluring, gaze swallowing her. “Yes, Mommy,” she said, and watched as a pretty smile rested on Mommy’s face.
“Alright, my darling, be still…” she said and began, fingers trailing down, first grazing her overstimulated clit and wet lips. Jaehee would be still, but she would not be quiet, as moans inevitably escaped her lips. She was too far gone to control her reactions.
It started slow and exploratory– Chaeyoung was indulging. A finger slid in with extreme ease, and Jaehee clenched around it. A single finger was usually not much, but in this context, somehow, it made her feel full to the brim. They pumped it in and out, trying to touch everywhere inside her, making a wet squelch sound every time it went in.
“Listen to those pretty sounds…” Mommy said, voice raspy. “Your pussy ready for Mommy’s fingers…”
Jaehee nodded, although at this point, she didn’t know what she was nodding at. Just Mommy’s sweet voice, she figured… she was too far gone to focus on anything else. Mommy added another finger, and her pumping increased in both speed and intensity, becoming almost aggressive. Chaeyoung had her methods, her ways of undoing Jaehee with the simplest of procedures, and this was an example of that: simply pumping her fingers at the right angle, rocking her with each thrust.
The sight Chaeyoung was subject to really was sublime, and the feeling of Jaehee’s walls against her fingers was making her own arousal grow in exponential levels. There was almost too much to look at– Jaehee’s face, red and contorted by pleasure and half-hidden by her hair, her body as it flinched, her swollen cunt as they fucked it. Her noises were just the cherry on the cake. Obnoxious, half-cut loud moans and whimpers that came every time she went in, and every time they took a second too long as well.
“You’re taking Mommy so well, darling…” they said, eliciting a high moan from Jaehee. “Look at you, being so good for Mommy as she fucks you.”
Jaehee was beginning to tremble, breathing labored. She was close. Not yet, dear girl. “I will now add another finger,” she announced, feeling Jaehee’s body flinch as it reacted to the information, processing it before her mind could. “Can you hold it out for me just a little longer? You’re being so strong for Mommy right now. I know you can, baby.”
Despite how shaken Jaehee looked, eyes tearful from staying at the edge, she still nodded. She would make the effort for Mommy. Chaeyoung’s heart swelled with pride. Her darling was the greatest, goodest girl in the world, who deserved every compliment that could ever be given.
“That’s it… Good girl,” she said, as she slipped a third finger in. They left it there for a second as Jaehee heaved, riding that edge, getting used to the full, borderline overstimulating feeling.
Slowly, she drew her fingers away, watching how Jaehee’s thighs trembled, before pushing them back in. Jaehee let out a half-moan half-sob, gone from the feeling. Chaeyoung encouraged her further. “Just like that… you’re doing so well for Mommy, baby. Just a little more…”
Jaehee nodded, once again, holding to Mommy’s neck for dear life as she was utterly filled then emptied, each thrust shaking her to the marrow, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, until she was right there but not quite there yet . Like any Mommy’s-good-girl, she would not cross that threshold until she was allowed entry. So, now here she was, every single instance of Mommy’s fingers feeling like it could be the catalyst, yet none exactly doing , and Jaehee was beginning to grow impossibly frustrated, whining in exasperation more than she was moaning.
“Mommy…” she said, completely helpless. “I need to–”
“I know, baby girl…” Chaeyoung said, because they knew, better than anyone, how far up the edge her girl was and how uncomfortable it must be for her. But, she rather enjoyed this sight, and knew her wonderful girl could go further, so… “But Mommy wants you to do something before she allows you to cum…”
Jaehee all but sobbed into the crook of her neck, and maybe if Chaeyoung wasn’t so euphoric from it all and laser-focused on getting what they wanted, the sight would be heartbreaking and not arousing. But now, they left their fingers right on her entrance, careful not to touch her clit because she knew that would put things to a rather abrupt end, and watched as her thighs trembled and her breath hitched.
“I want you to ride my fingers, baby,” they said, as soft as they possibly could, a feather landing on a puddle. “Just like you ride my cock… Can you do that for me, baby? Can you ride Mommy’s fingers?”
Jaehee looked at her from the sweat and the tears and the pure desire dripping from her big brown eyes, and Chaeyoung knew she was completely hers , and almost felt something carnal take hold of her. Their hands remained where they were, slowly making their way back to Jaehee’s cunt despite the lack of answer.
“Will you be Mommy’s good girl, darling?” they said, almost like a plea.
“I am Mommy’s good girl…” came Jaehee’s voide, small and almost capricious.
Chaeyoung smiled. “Of course you are, baby…” Seeing the opportunity, they seized it, meeting their lips to Jaehee’s. It was almost Jaehee who really kissed her, her lips wrapping around her the second they made contact. Chaeyoung let the kiss drown them, but, making use of their advantage, she pushed her fingers inside Jaehee once more, delighting on the way she moaned when she did so.
“Good…” she whispered against her lips. “Now… lift your hips up and down for me, darling…” she instructed, making sure her hand was still.
Mommy’s voice was hypnotizing to Jaehee, her body moving entirely at her command, because at this rate, there was no way it would move on its own, or out of her own will. Every move felt devastating, adding to the already impossible pressure in her clit, making her nearly scream. But, she did exactly as Mommy asked– lifted her hips up until just the tip of their fingers was inside her, then pushed them down again until they filled her whole, moaning loudly as Chaeyoung bent them to just touch her spot.
“Just like that…” said the haunting voice. “Good girl, Jaehee, good girl…”
She kept going, lifting and lowering, tears now freely dripping down her face as the edge became agonizing and overwhelming, Mommy’s touches and praise and breath against her neck being the thread that held her to it. Until not even that could do anymore.
“Mommy…” she said in a pathetic, elongated whine. “Mommy, please… Please, I can’t– I need to– Mommy, please! ”
The way her girl begged was so fervent and desperate that it would make even the most mean and bitter heart clench, Chaeyoung thought, and she really had no more duty now than simply letting her darling cum. She had earned it, after all, thanks to all of her hard, hard work being good for Mommy today. “Come for me, little darling…” she said. “Come on Mommy’s fingers.”
Jaehee did. In fact, she undid herself on Mommy’s fingers in a flurry of spliced moans as Chaeyoung whispered pretty words in her ear: “Good girl… So pretty for Mommy…” Her juices spilled warm all over her hand and they retired it softly, helping her ride her orgasm.
Seconds happened before Jaehee collapsed completely, the entirety of her weight over Mommy who kept soothing her, holding her, as she felt utterly and completely held. She was loved, she was cared for, she was appreciated, and she would be, always. She was Mommy’s good girl, her darling, her dewdrop, her sweet pea, and they would hold Jaehee, always.
She knew that sometime, she ought to come back from this bliss and onto whatever else it is that she does normally, but this time, she desperately did not want to. Everything was too nice, too pretty inside Mommy’s arms. Nothing could get her here, absolutely nothing would go wrong. She felt, more than anything in the world, safe.
“Good girl… you did such a good job for Mommy today, sweetheart,” Chaeyoung said to the sweet little thing that held her like a lifeline.
Jaehee mewled. She let those soft, loving hands stroke her hair as once again, the world around her completely and utterly dissolved, until only this saccharine feeling remained.