Bread & Favourrs

"I can win you over with bread right?" They say the easiest way to someone's heart is through their stomach, seems Jinsoul has taken that mantra and ran with it. You leave your bedroom and your roommates has a whole feast of baked goods sprawled out across the kitchen surfaces (bread, more bread and if you look over theres bread in a more eccentric shape.)

"You've already made enough for the whole village, what's up?" Jinsoul's waving the baguette around in her hand, what… did she even do to that thing? It's ribbed like she barely even tried to make it look French. Maybe she's way more awesome than you ever realised.

"Alright so like– hypothetically. I have a friend and hypothetically she's hot, wanna bang her with me?"

"Excuse me what?" You aren't drinking your beverage yet, if you were it'd be decorating the wall. She laughs a bit at your surprise, like this is just something you discuss over bread and tea, son of a bitch. The way she's waving the baguette around is really not helping you take her seriously. Flailing around like those cheap star-wars porno parodies. But you aren’t watching the Jizzney channel, this is real life, and this discussion is weird.

"Gosh… I bake you bread and offer for you to rail my totally cute friend and you aren't on your knees thanking me yet. Fucked up in this day and age." She walks a bit closer, only now you realize how pretty her outfit was. If that's part of the song and dance then Jinsoul is absolutely nailing it.

"Jinsoul I've been awake all of five minutes." You yawned for good effect. "Can I have a moment? Gosh."

"Nope! I did not have to listen to a bunch of annoying french accents to bake this bread so you can sit there and think!" Jinsoul puts her baguette and grabs another, slightly less strangely shaped loaf. Ripping it in two with her bare hands and handing the smaller end to you.

Perhaps you'll be more swayed after sampling some of this banquet, taking a bite into the loaf. To give Jinsoul credit, it's very good bread. Like surprisingly good, given some of her friends are burning pots trying to boil water. She's watching in scarce patience, trying to gauge your reaction.

"Pretty fucking good, didn't peg you for a baker."

"You haven't pegged me at all…"

"That's not what that phrase means–"

"Haha! I know, anyways." Jinsoul grabs her weapon again, "back to the important stuff." It's pointed right at you, the stick inches from your face.

"So you want me to help you bang your friend? Why exactly?" You scranned a bit more of the bread.

"She's in one of those moods, stressed out of her mind and could do with getting some action." Jinsoul's licking the tip of her baguette, is it a euphemism or is she just not paying attention?

"Pft, what friend?"

"Is the act of fucking my friends conditional on what friend it is? Damn… here I was thinking you'd come along just so you could finally also fuck me." She sighs, Jinsoul's holding your previous affectation for her over your head. You had a crush on her for quite awhile, still do to an extent.

"I mean–" She cut you off using the end of the baguette not covered in her spit.

"Don't embarrass yourself with whatever you are about to say please, it's Choerry." Jinsoul continues to make out with her baguette, honestly the visual's getting quite distracting (and a bit more weird than you could bargain for, y'know watching your friend give borderline bread fellatio.)

"Why are you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Violating your poor baguette."

"It's less violating and more showcasing y'know?"

No, you did not know. Gesturing vaguely with your hands for her to enlighten you. She stepped closer somehow, given she was only a bread stick's distance away to begin with.

"That if you agree, then maybe I can do the same for your baguette." She emphasises the right words, lets her breath hit the side of your cheek. "A trial run if you will."

"Going to leave me with no choice if you keep up like that."

Jinsoul already has you exactly where she wants you, but nothing wrong with ensuring the victory is perfectly cooked. Taking the craggily crust an inch into her mouth, giving you seductive eye contact.

"Fine, fuck. I'll help you rail your friend."

She took that as a victory worth celebrating, putting her spit-covered snack to one side before dropping down onto her knees. "Knew that bread and a blowie was enough."

Gosh, she doesn't even try to hide her pride. Tugging down your pajamas in one smooth motion, she's very overly dressed in comparison. And that's before half of them were removed. Your flaccid cock hung in front of her eyes.

"Hm, it's good. Not as big as the baguette." She teased, giving kisses to your length. Immediately you stirred to life, slowly hardening underneath her plump lips.

"Well, my dick isn't bread."

"I'll treat it like bread." You hope that means with care and attention, Jinsoul's tongue is exploring and savouring your cock. Now fully rigid in her grasp.

"Fuck…" The words breached out of your mouth without warning. She smirks and gives a few kisses to your balls, ensuring not a singular spot was untouched. It's not a surprise that Jinsoul's good at this, you've heard the souls of her exes get drained out of their bodies late at night.

And you've watched her get a facial, that was an awkward time to walk out of your bedroom.

"You taste how I like it, love it when they are musky." She purred, now your cock is lathered in her spit she seems confident to jerk you off, skipping the teasing and going fast. Instinctively you thrust forward, getting another giggle.

"Eager huh? Want my lips wrapped around this cock? Sucking on it until you lose your mind and force it down my throat?" She punctuates her words with jerks of her hands, "In and out, until you bust and make me swallow it all?"

"Please.."

Jinsoul splits her lips with your head, taking no more than that. Sucking slowly, applying soft pleasure. Then she allows another two inches to go into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks. Naturally the only respite you can find is holding onto her hair, tugging fingers into the void black strands.

"Christ."

She's warm and abundantly sloppy, getting another layer of saliva on your dick, not daring to move her mouth. Waiting for you to beg for more, it's not exactly fair given that it's your 'reward' for agreeing to help her out. Though you'll play her court and throw ball if it means her velvety mouth claims more of your cock.

"Jinsoul, take it in deeper." You sound a bit pathetic, it does work though. Jinsoul pushes deeper and takes as much as she can without being uncomfortable, her tongue sliding down the underside of your shaft. She jerks what she can't take, bobbing her head up and down. It feels blissful, incredible.

A few more bobs and she lets herself off to breathe, strings of spit bridging the gap between you two. Her pants fill the room, breathing heavy and efficiently to recover enough to immediately get her mouth back around it. "You have a really nice dick… I think Choerry might lose her mind."

"That's high praise coming from you."

"What's that supposed to mean hm?"

"The last time you gave me a complement was five years ago because I didn't fuck up go-ape to be fair." The fact you remembered that honestly was a higher self-report than you wished to give, words were said though. And Jinsoul's a merciful cocksucker, saving you a witty response and taking it back inside once more.

But she doesn't move, keeps it engulfed in her slick mouth for you, that's it though. It was obvious to you what she wanted. Grabbing onto the back of her head, thrusting in and out harshly. Fully committing to the facefuck, Jinsoul begins to gag and cough like a whore, sputtering and struggling. Her eyes were beaming though, proud of you for finally showing initiative.

Her nose gets pushed against your crotch, breathing in the scent she craves so badly. Eyes shut from the assault on her mouth, cock going down her throat then getting forced out. Tears pool, dipping slightly onto her cheeks and all you can say is

"God fucking damn."

It's enough, ramming her mouth until she taps out to breathe yet again.

"Okay… wow, that's nice." Nice is a weird way to put it, looking up at you with lust fueled eyes. "So fucking close, bet I could just." She rubbed your tip with her finger, confirming her own suspicions, thick cum splashing onto her cheek. It was rather unsatisfying, not even realising you were close until it was on Jinsoul's face.