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The door behind you opens with a creak, and a plate piled high with food is placed on an open area of the desk. “Thanks,” you mutter without looking up. It comes out more curt than you mean, but you had been in the process of willing the document in your hand to ignite using nothing but sheer exasperation.
“You’re welcome, master.”
“Yoosung, while you’re here, can you do me a huge favor and find the stapler for me? I lost it somewhere, and these paper clips just... aren’t cutting it.” You turn a page as you say this, and the paper clip pops off the corner of the stack in rebellion to your replacement of it. It would have been funny if you weren’t so frustrated. From your periphery, you can see Yoosung’s figure turn toward the bookshelf to start on his task.
You tune out the rummaging in favor of double-checking some figures. Of course, simple math shows that they are way off. These are rookie errors that should have been eliminated after the first draft, not something that has been sent this far up the chain. Your irritation overwhelms you to the point that all you can do is groan as you flop back in the chair, throwing an arm over your face to rest your strained eyes.
“Here you are, master.” A moment later, there’s a thump on the table, which you can only assume to be the stapler.
You hum in response—your exhausted version of a thank you. There’s a bit of rustling, and then your arm is being pulled down. You keep your eyes closed, not willing to face the harsh overhead lights just yet. Yoosung’s hands are warm as they wrap around your shoulders to massage them. While the pressure is great, just feeling his touch has you releasing tension you didn’t know you were holding.
“How is it, master?”
“It’s really good. Thank you, my love,” you add on to make up for your earlier iciness. “Can you move your left hand just a little lower? Mmmh, yeah. Right there.” You moan a bit as he pushes his thumb into a particularly tight knot.
Yoosung clears his throat. “Anything for you, master.”
All you can manage is a contented sigh. Work may be stressful, but nothing beats your husband doting on you when you need it the most. Now would be a good time for a break anyway. You let your mind clear of everything, save for the feeling of Yoosung’s strong hands on his master. Your eyes snap open. Master?
“Yoosung?”
“Yes, master?”
You swivel the chair around so abruptly that Yoosung lets out a yelp. Your eyes go wide as saucers at what you see. Yoosung is wearing a maid’s dress, complete with a fluffy petticoat and stockings, which you just know are gartered. Dragging your eyes up to his face, you are rewarded with Yoosung’s bashful smile and pink cheeks. He’s gorgeous.
"What do we have here?" you marvel.
Yoosung laughs and curtsies, picking up the edges of the dress. "Best husband, Yoosung, at your service!"
You laugh as well, because he’s absolutely right. “You really are the best! Come here, cutie.” With a hand on his waist, you easily guide Yoosung to your lap. The petticoat overflows the chair, but Yoosung wraps his arms tight around you so he doesn't slip off. He kisses your cheek and nuzzles his head there. Having him close to you like this makes you feel instantly refreshed.
As you adjust to the comfortable weight, you tangle your fingers in the delicate ribbons and ruffles of the apron. You then move to admire the curves of his legs, accentuated by the stockings. Starting from his calf, you run a featherlight, touch up the nylon, and snap the strap of the garter belt when you reach his thigh. Yoosung whimpers, twitches, and buries his face further into your neck. So, he’s feeling sensitive today.
“This is a new set. Did you want to surprise me?”
“Well, you’ve been so stressed with work that I thought you could use a pick-me-up,” he mumbles against your skin.
He’s the one who came up with this scheme, and now he’s being shy? How cute. Your chest squeezes with adoration for your husband. How did you manage to get the sweetest man in the world to dress in a maid outfit and sit in your lap? Your dreamy musings are interrupted by a soft, almost hesitant kiss on your neck. You lean into the press, tipping your head so Yoosung has more to explore, and using this time to figure out what you want to do with him. You think up a couple options and are about to decide when Yoosung's tongue flicking across your earlobe snaps your half-baked fantasies into full focus.
“Yoosung, baby.” With a light grip on his chin, you turn his head toward you. “How about we come up with appropriate compensation for all your service?” Your voice drips with honey, and Yoosung swallows thickly.
The man’s large eyes lock onto yours, trust dancing behind the violet hue. “I only want what you want, master.”
Perfect. You can’t help the devilish smile that takes over your face at being given total control. “Do you remember the safe word?”
“Yes, master,” comes Yoosung’s hurried reply.
With that final check, you can begin. “Good boy. Now, show me your tongue.”
Yoosung obeys without a hint of hesitation, revealing the muscle to you. He looks like a puppy. You release your hold on his chin to grab his tongue instead. It flexes between your fingers, but your grip is stable enough that it doesn’t slip away. Yoosung’s expression stays even. He knows what he’s gotten himself into.
“You think you can use this on me without asking?” you scold. Almost involuntarily, your chin tilts up, so you have to look down on him. “You know the rules, Yoosung. Tell me which rule you broke.”
He pauses for a moment, expecting you to release him so he can talk. When he realizes you won’t be doing that, he starts mumbling around his exposed tongue. “My tongue belongs to you, master. I can only use it how and when you tell me to.” His speech is surprisingly competent. You tease him too much for him to have gotten this good. He quickly follows with, “But you weren’t playing then!”
An amused smile crosses your face. “Clever boy. You’re right; I wasn’t playing then. But you were. You started playing when you put this dress on. And clearly… You. Know. The. Rules.” You pause for a moment so he understands he won’t be getting out of this. “But don’t lie to yourself, baby. You wanted to be punished.” The condescension in your voice still feels awkward to you, but your tone is much more believable now than it was when you first started this kind of play with Yoosung.
You didn’t expect him to respond, but Yoosung does. “Yes, master, I wanted to be punished.” His gaze turns downward. That look he has on is so adorable that you have a hard time controlling your expression. You just want to drop the act and kiss him silly. But then again, you’re both enjoying this.
You close the distance and bite his tongue—not hard at first, but enough for Yoosung to gasp and twitch against you. Slowly, you start increasing the pressure and gnashing your teeth. The harder you clamp down, the more Yoosung squirms, letting out gratified whimpers. The line between pain and pleasure is blurrier for Yoosung than it is for you, and you still struggle to find the boundaries. But Yoosung never seems to mind, no matter how cruel it may seem to you. When you finally release him, you run your own tongue over his to soothe the ache, then suck the muscle into your mouth in a messy almost-kiss. Yoosung fists his hands in your blouse, and his breathing picks up, his tongue trembling in your mouth. You’re finding this all very cute.
You allow the return of Yoosung’s tongue, mostly just to get a better look at him. His cheeks are flushed, and his long lashes meet the tops of them. Despite having his mouth open as he catches his breath, his lips are tilted up in a dopey grin that tugs at your heart. Yoosung opens his eyes, searching for you.
“Are you okay? It didn’t hurt too bad, right?” you ask genuinely.
“Yeah, I’m alright. I um… I really liked that."
A giggle bubbles up from Yoosung’s chest, and you can’t hold yourself back anymore; he’s just too cute. You press your own smiling lips into his. Yoosung moans in contentment at the contact. His breath is still coming in heavy as you kiss him harder little by little. By all the fidgeting that’s happening in your lap, you can tell that Yoosung is getting excited. You suddenly pull back from his lips; you need to get back on track before you both get carried away.
“Stop,” you command when he chases after you.
“Hmmm whyyyy. I really want to kiss you.” Yoosung makes a whining noise and pouts. He wiggles against you and draws you closer, but he knows better than to try to kiss you again. You can’t keep your stern demeanor for long.
“I just thought I would let you have your compensation now. But if you don’t want it, then—”
“I want it!” Yoosung immediately cuts you off, and it makes you laugh.
“You just wanted to be punished, then you didn’t want to stop kissing, and now you want a reward. You’re being so demanding, baby.” You stroke the underside of his chin, and he hums, not bothering to deny the accusation. “I’m feeling generous, so I’ll let it slide for today. Your reward…” You glide your lips to his ear and drop your voice to a whisper. “...is that you get to decide what we do."
A tremor racks through Yoosung’s body, which you encourage by sucking on the soft skin by his earlobe. His pulse flutters against your tongue, agitating the delicate area. Yoosung makes a series of noises, which you can only assume are words cut off by whines. You run a slow hand down to his chest, only to abruptly push him back with it.
“Have you decided yet? What’s taking so long?” you ask with far too much innocence.
Yoosung’s face is dominated by a heavy blush, and he shivers at the loss of your body heat on him. His eyes are unfocused and glassy as he tries to collect his thoughts, still stuttering out disjointed syllables.
“Hm?” you prod when he still doesn’t respond.
Yoosung gives up on trying to form a coherent statement and verbalizes something akin to keyboard smash, incredulous that you would even ask him that. “How can I think straight when you suck on my ear like that?!”
“So you’re saying you don’t like it when I do this?” You kiss lower down his neck.
Yoosung’s breath hitches at that. “It’s not that. It’s just… ahhhh…”
You trail your lips under the neckline of the dress to suck on his collar bone, steadying his heaving chest with a hand as he pushes into you. Yoosung responds with a loud moan when you bite the skin there, signaling that you should stop once again. It takes Yoosung a moment to recover enough to finish his earlier sentence. “Your teasing is so distracting! Ugh, don’t look so smug!"
“I’m getting impatient, Yoosung. How about we talk it through?” you suggest as a way of teasing him further. He just sounds so cute when he’s flustered.
Yoosung slips his eyes off to the side; his blush somehow deepens and creeps down his neck. “Well… I can’t decide”
“Top two?”
It takes him a couple moments of pained expressions, but he finally manages, “Um… I, uh… I want to e-eat you out…” He peters out and swallows pointedly. “But! Uh, I also want you to… uh, ride me.” His inflection makes it sound like a question.
You should have known. Those are Yoosung’s two favorite positions, neither of which you have had the time or energy for lately. It's time to make up for it. You hum in thought, putting on a show of it by tilting your head back and forth. Yoosung just looks at you expectantly, completely clueless as to how this will play out. Finally, you return your gaze to him. “Get on your knees, baby.”
Yoosung’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “You mean… right here?”
“Where else?”
“I-in the bedroom?” he squeaks.
You just chuckle, and Yoosung gets the hint. The man slides off your lap and takes his place on the floor in front of you. You miss him as soon as he leaves, but seeing him sitting on his knees, especially in that dress, gives you a thrill that you didn’t realize you needed.
You cross one leg over the other and lean your head on your hand propped up on an arm rest. All traces of a smile are wiped from your face now as the added distance between you two allows you to look down on Yoosung more effectively, who is looking back at you wearing something between a pout and a question.
“Awww. Look at you, baby. You’re so cute, just sitting there waiting for me to tell you what to do. Since you were so brave and told me what you wanted, we can do both.” Yoosung perks up significantly at this. “Ah-ah, don’t get too excited. Before we can do anything, I need you to do one more thing for me.” That expectant face bores into you as you relish his suspense. “Beg, puppy.”
A soft “Oh!” escapes Yoosung’s lips as if he should have known already. He shuffles closer, and your eyes drift down to his knees on the hard floor. You didn’t think of that when you had him get down, but Yoosung retrieves your attention before you can finish your thought. He places your foot on his thigh, and you uncross your legs so it won’t be so heavy for him. He looks up at you, his eyes glassy and wishful.
“Pleaseee… Please, please, please.” His voice is low, almost shy.
He sounds more certain every time he repeats the word, but that’s not enough for you. A quirk in your eyebrow tells him you know he can do better.
“Hmph, don’t give me that face. It’s embarrassing,” he pouts.
“You know I can make this even more embarrassing. Don’t make me tell you again,” you command. He tries to hide it, but you notice the shiver that goes through Yoosung at your repeated use of that voice.
“Babyyy. I know it’s a lot to ask, but please. Pretty please. I’ll make you feel really good. You just have to sit back and let me do all the work. I know you’re tired, so I’ll help you relax. Yeah, it’ll be so relaxing. Please, just let me touch you."
You let him beg a bit more, stringing together sweet pleases, frustrated whines, and adorable pouts. All the while, he’s been nuzzling your leg, kissing you through fabric, scattering pleading words on your skin as he lifts up your pant leg. Although you still aren’t letting it show, Yoosung is starting to get to you; his breath on you is making you sensitive.
“Please… I need you.” His voice is softer now—less whiny and more impetuous with every passing word. It’s cute when he’s flustered, but Yoosung is entirely irresistible when he gets desperate. “I want to make you feel good. All I ever want is to make you feel good and to take care of you. You know that, right? More than anything else, I just want to take care of you. So please. Let me serve you, master. Let me… please. Please...”
Finally, Yoosung has gotten to the level of unrestraint you find acceptable. “Now, was that so hard? You sounded so sweet, baby. And what’s this?” Your foot finds a bulge almost lost under the puffy skirt. The way Yoosung shudders encourages you to apply more pressure. “Did you get hard just thinking about getting to do whatever you want with me? Or did you love begging for me that much?”
An unexpectedly pure smile paints Yoosung’s face, his features breaking from desperation to that soft gaze he has only for you. “I love you that much."
This man is bad for your heart. “I love you, too,” you hear yourself say, not having realized the words had fallen out of your mouth but meaning it all the same.
“So… Does that mean that I can? I can t-taste you?”
You reach down and caress his cheek; it’s predictably warm. “How are your knees?”
Yoosung looks confused. “My knees? Uhh, they’re fine.”
“Really? Kneeling like that looks really uncomfortable. Do you want to move?”
Yoosung shakes his head, looking up at you in a daze. “All I want right now is you.”
You laugh a little. Your husband is too much sometimes. “Let’s at least get a cushion.”
You shift to get up, and Yoosung holds onto your leg. “I don’t care about that. I told you. All I care about is you. I want you so bad. I need you. Please…”
You could easily break free of his grasp and insist on moving, but Yoosung looks like he’s been teased a little too much to wait any longer. “Alright then, since you did such a good job at begging."
You start undoing your pants as you talk. Yoosung’s slightly trembling hands wrap around yours as you shift them down your hips along with your panties. He moves quickly once you’re free of the fabric, opening your legs and scooting you to the edge of the seat. Your heart is beating fast in anticipation, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to control the situation. “Slow, baby.”
Yoosung simply nods and nuzzles your thighs, giving equal attention to both as he sprinkles warm kisses up, up, up toward your pussy. But, despite his obvious fervor, he obeys your order, taking his time to warm every inch of your body he has access to with his lips. You squirm and flex your muscles at the way his breath tickles your sensitive skin, at the way his fingers dig into your legs, at the way he softly moans and writhes as he feels you.
His hands roam up your hips and under your shirt. He follows the contours of your back with a light touch at first, then with more pressure as he tries to resume his massage from earlier. However, instead of relaxing you, the feeling only serves to arouse you more. Your breath is coming in faster by the minute, and your hands find themselves in Yoosung’s hair, tugging him away from your skin a little rougher than you were intending.
One look at you tells Yoosung all he needs to know. The blush on your face burns hotter at the way he brightens. “Oh, thank you! Thank you, master!”
He wastes no time before diving in, save for the kiss he presses on your mound. You’re already dripping wet, so Yoosung has no trouble running his tongue through your folds. Relieved moans come from your husband as he licks you. The occasional flicks at your clit have your breath hitching. At this rate, you’re not going to last very long. But Yoosung loves burying his head between your legs, and this is his treat after all, so you’ll have to guide him carefully.
For now, you let him continue what he’s doing, gently licking above your clit, sensitizing the area. You settle into the pleasure, a sigh passing through your lips. Yoosung’s hands are still on the move, so you unbutton your blouse to give him easier access. His hands run over your stomach, up your sides, over your back, down to your hips, never stopping in one place for too long.
You can’t decide what to focus on: the soothing sensation of Yoosung’s fingers caressing your skin or the building pressure low in your stomach now that Yoosung has begun sucking on your clit. The man hums against you as your fingers find themselves in his hair again. You’re having a good time, but wouldn’t it be more fun if you messed with Yoosung a little more?
“Good boy. Oh, you’re doing so well, pleasing your master.”
You reach down a little further to find Yoosung’s ear and begin rubbing it. Yoosung detaches from you with a gasp. He looks up, his big eyes asking a question that your teasing smile answers. You keep playing with his ear, cooing a little as you do so. Yoosung looks conflicted for a moment, leaning into your touch, but quickly straightens up and returns to your pussy. But no amount of nonchalance could ever hide the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips from you.
To your surprise, the stimulation to his ear seems to spur him on instead of distracting him. What was gentle kisses and soft lapping now becomes concentrated sucking and rapid flicking. He uses the tip of his tongue to lavish you, switching between giving attention to your clit and your aching hole. It’s alarming how quickly your composure crumbles.
“Yoo-Yoosung, love. I’m going to cum if you do that.”
“I don’t care. Cum whenever you want, master. You’re the one in charge anyway,” Yoosung huffs out, taking the moment to spread you apart with his fingers before going back in.
You breathe a laugh; you never were one for edging. For yourself, at least. Your back arches off the chair as you push into Yoosung. You lose yourself in the tingling sensation taking over your body. Your limbs feel weightless as you squirm in your husband’s hold. Sounds of moans shuddered out in time with eager sucking fills the room.
Yoosung pulls you closer—something you didn’t think possible but welcome wholeheartedly. He uses the space to add a finger into the mix, pausing his assault to watch your eyes roll back as he pushes his index finger inside you in one fluid movement. It slides in easily to make a comfortable fit. Hot tension crawls through your stomach that you breathe out along with all the air in your lungs.
Yoosung takes his time, moving in and out, a little deeper each time. The way he rubs the pad of his finger over each centimeter of your walls has you almost vibrating out of the chair. Sensing your eagerness from the way you’re tugging at his hair, Yoosung brings his mouth back to your clit, running it wide over the area. He matches the two rhythms, timing the thrust of his finger with the rise and fall of his tongue.
Your legs quiver almost uncontrollably. The grip you have on Yoosung’s hair must be painful at this point, but you can’t stop yourself from trying to pull him even closer. Each movement brings you closer to the peak, but it’s not enough. You want more; you need more—more of his finger, more of his fingers, more of his mouth, more of his body—you need all of him. A whine escapes you as you try your hardest to restrain yourself from outright jumping on Yoosung.
You can’t take it any longer. Using your vise on his hair, you pull him away, wincing a little at how hard that was. But like always, Yoosung doesn’t seem to care. He just looks at you with drunken violet eyes, his face flushed and wet with saliva and your juices. It takes a beat before your brain starts working again.
“I need you inside me."
You sound so desperate, but Yoosung wouldn’t dare tease you. He just rises to his feet, wobbling forward as he does so. You quickly move to catch him.
“Guess my legs fell asleep,” he chuckles.
“I told you that we should get a cushion.” You try to bend down to take a look at his knees, but Yoosung dismisses your concern with a wave of his hand.
“It would’ve happened either way, but I, um, I liked the way it hurt. And the way you pulled on my hair..."
He doesn’t waste any more time before kissing you. It’s wet and warm, and it soothes the ache you have for your husband in both your heart and pussy. Yoosung draws you close, pressing his lithe body into yours. You take a step toward the sofa on the other side of the room, directing him there as well, but Yoosung stumbles and hisses.
You snap out of your trance and realize that Yoosung must be feeling pins and needles now that his legs are waking up. Without hesitation, you scoop Yoosung up in your arms, hooking one under his knees and the other on the small of his back. Yoosung yelps, an adorable sound, and steadies himself with his arms around your neck. You look at each other for a beat, both startled by the suddenness of the action. Then both husband and wife burst out laughing. You take the moment to admire Yoosung: eyes pinched shut, cheeks puffed out by a wide smile, soft hair sticking up in all directions. You love him so much.
It occurs to you that just because you can lift your husband, it doesn’t mean that you can hold him for long. Before he starts slipping, you hurry over to the bedroom and deposit him on the bed as gently as you can, given that you have all the grace of a baby giraffe with how much your legs are trembling.
Yoosung’s laughter quickly dies out when you straddle his hips and splay your hands over his chest, feeling both the fabric and the muscles underneath it. You lean down to kiss him again, not having gotten your fill earlier. He opens up to you easily, and you’re able to suck his lips into your mouth. They are already swollen from earlier, and you can’t resist giving the bottom one a bite. Yoosung moans out the sharp inhale he took in response.
You kiss Yoosung for a few minutes more before moving to the side of his neck. It takes no more than a few seconds of sucking on his pulse point to get his chest heaving and to draw out whines and cries of pleasure.
“Ah! Um, can… can you please pin me down, ...master?”
You linger for a moment before sitting up, making sure that you left a mark on him. “Aww, does my baby want to be taken by his master? Do you want to give up all control to me? You don’t want to move unless I say so?”
Yoosung nods along eagerly, his mouth hanging open as he pants out short breaths.
“Okay, I’ll do it for you. Because you’ve been so good. You take amazing care of me. You do everything I say. You go so above and beyond for me to make sure I’m happy and feel loved. I want you to be happy, too. I’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy. And if being held down will make you feel good, I’ll do it."
While you talk, you flip up the layers of Yoosung’s skirt and petticoat. His slim waist is accentuated by the lace garter belt. You can’t help snapping the elastic against his stomach before shifting his underwear down to free his cock. It’s a deep red color, and the tip shines with precum. It throbs when you take it in your hand to spread the wetness around. Yoosung, who doesn’t seem to have blinked this entire time, lets out a sob.
You don’t want to tease him any more, so you work him quickly, then bring your hips back to grind on him, adjusting your legs so they trap more of Yoosung’s lower body. The slick glide feels good for both of you, as evidenced by Yoosung’s squeaks, but it’s still not enough. You lean down to grab both his wrists, trying to balance your weight evenly. Yoosung looks up at you like he’s going to melt at any moment.
“Is this okay, my love?”
“Mhmm, yeah. I love being beneath you. I love you. I need you. Ha... please…”
You reach between your bodies and line Yoosung’s cock up with your entrance. Slowly, you bring your hips down to envelop as much of his length as you can. A harmony of guttural moans saturates the room. Electricity shoots through your body and leaves your walls spasming around Yoosung. You drink in each other’s breaths as you adjust to the feeling.
The haze in your head clears just enough to make you realize you should check on Yoosung. His pupils are blown wide, darkening his usually brilliant eyes. His brows are narrowed to create a deep crease in the middle. He’s biting down so hard on his lower lip that his chin quivers. You kiss him to alleviate some of the tension that mars those soft features you love. With his mouth now open, he whimpers uncontrollably. You try to soothe him by shushing, cooing, and kissing him all you can, but there’s only one way.
You begin moving your hips once you’ve adjusted to Yoosung inside you. It’s a little awkward in this position, trying to keep your weight balanced, but soon you can’t be bothered to care about that. With every rise and fall, you’re able to take more of his cock until you finally reach that perfect fit—that perfect kiss against your cervix. Each tap tightens the knot in your stomach and surges renewed pleasure through your body.
Yoosung also seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself. He squirms under you, his torso and legs tensing up into you, then back into the mattress. You have a hard time keeping him still despite using your entire body weight. In the cacophony of movement, sensations, and pleasure, you almost don’t recognize Yoosung’s attempt at speech. Whatever he is trying to say is lost between moans and cries. He stutters out a number of things, all incoherent.
“Oh, mas-master. Thank you. Ah! Thank you! Mmhm, mas-uh... please. Harder, please. Please, please!”
“Such a good boy, telling me what you want. Okay, baby. It’s whatever you want, my love.”
This time, you don’t miss the way Yoosung mewls and smiles at the nickname. You sit up and bring the man’s arms down to his sides, keeping him pinned while giving you more leverage to drive down on him harder. Obscene sounds of bodies coming together join the chorus of moans. It takes some adjusting, but you find a satisfying rocking motion that grinds Yoosung’s cock as deep as it can inside you and provides your clit with some needed friction.
Yoosung’s mouth has gone slack, no longer attempting words and instead just moaning out in time with your movements. His head is tipped back with his eyes closed. His hands clench and unclench uselessly by his sides. He’s close; he just needs a little nudge to send him over the edge. You take both wrists into one hand so that, with your free one, you can start rubbing his ear. The sudden movement makes Yoosung’s hips buck, bouncing your knees off the bed. It takes a moment for you to recover, but you quickly find your rhythm again.
“Does it feel good? Tell me, are you close? Are you going to cum? Look at me.” You turn his face to refocus his attention on you.
“Yes! Yes, yes. Feels good. Ah, it feels so good. I am… I am going to cum if you k-keep… Oh!”
You keep holding his face as you clench your walls around him. You watch Yoosung as he’s overtaken by a sharp spasm, hear him let out a loud cry, feel his cock pulse as he orgasms. You try your best to keep him down while he jerks, squirms, and pushes against you. But ultimately, he submits to your hold.
Eventually, you stop thrusting, but help him ride out his high by grinding back and forth on him, inciting frenetic shuddering from the man. At least that was your intention, but your pussy throbs from the lack of release, and you can’t seem to stop yourself now. It’s only with much self-control that you settle your hips.
Letting go of Yoosung’s hands results in them immediately wrapping around your waist. He pulls you down, so you’re lying on top of him again. You smile as you kiss your needy husband. His lips are dry, and they tremble against yours as he weakly returns your kiss. You try to be gentle with this sweet boy now, not pushing your lips too hard into his, moving your legs so they’re not restraining him anymore, brushing his hair off his glistening forehead.
A kiss to the cheek. “Are you okay?”
He swallows thickly and rasps out, “Don’t stop. Use me. I-I want you to cum like this too. Please keep going, master.”
You want to argue, but Yoosung brings his hands to your hips and thrusts into you. That creeping feeling of pleasure blooms in your stomach anew, overshadowing the rational part of your brain that says that your husband needs a break.
“Tell me immediately if you need to stop." Your voice commands more than it suggests.
Yoosung nods, looking surprisingly assured for someone who lost his faculties entirely just a few minutes ago.
It doesn’t take more than a second for you to sit up and splay your hands on Yoosung’s chest. You’re slow to start since both of you are sensitive, but you begin the rocking motion again, only shallower this time. This time, you only move enough of his cock out to push it back into your special spot. This way, your clit also keeps in near-constant contact with his pelvis. It’s not long until you’re moving faster and climbing higher toward your climax.
Despite him initiating, Yoosung is falling apart. This time he’s not even attempting words, just moaning out something between laughter and sobs. His body is almost vibrating under you. You think for a moment to stop but you ultimately trust him enough to tell you when he’s at his limit. But you can’t stop yourself from trying to placate him.
“I know, I know you’re so sensitive. But you’re being such a good boy by doing this for me. Just take it a little longer. I know you can do it. I know you can. My good boy. Just take it for me.”
You’re close now. You tighten up around Yoosung’s cock and dig your nails into his chest. Some semblance of rationality returns to Yoosung at this moment.
“Yes, yes, yes! I can take it. Keep going. Use me to make yourself cum. Please cum. Please. Please cum on me. I want—I need to make you feel good.”
Your back arches and your arms shake violently, threatening to give out. The knot in your stomach snaps at Yoosung’s encouragement, and you reach your peak. Wave after wave of pleasure crests over you. Tremors rack your body to the point that you’re no longer able to keep yourself up. You collapse onto Yoosung’s chest, where all you can do is twitch, shake, and moan. The man wraps his arms tightly around you to bring you down, hushing and rocking you, similar to how you held him before. You feel immensely relaxed and safe in your husband’s warm embrace.
It takes a few minutes before Yoosung speaks up. “Are you okay?”
“Are you okay?” you chuckle.
Yoosung laughs too and insists, “I’m fine . I promise.”
“We haven’t gone that hard in a while. Your body might not be as up to it as your brain is.”
“Enough about me. How are you? What do you need?”
“Hmmm… I think I need some kisses from my good boy.”
Yoosung loosens his hold so you can reach his face. This kiss isn’t meant to bruise, sear, or console; it’s a simple act of intimacy. You lose yourself in Yoosung, in his soft skin, in his thumb caressing your cheek, in his chest rising and falling with breaths that you both share. It’s everything you need at that moment. He’s everything you need.
“Thank you… Mmm, thank you, my love,” you mumble out between kisses.
“For what?”
You pull away from your husband’s hypnotic lips to think about what you mean. “Well, thank you for being thoughtful, kind, and cute. And... thank you for loving me. I know it’s not always fun, especially when I’m all grumpy because of work.”
Yoosung kisses you before you get another word out. “Don’t say that. Loving you has been the easiest and most fun thing in my life. I love you even when you think you’re at your worst. To me, though, it’s all the best.”
Millions of violins resonate in your chest. You’re following a trail of sweet nothings to an early grave, but you don’t care; it’s all worth it for Yoosung.