Decadence & Debauchery

“We’re out of ice cream,” Sakura says, shutting the freezer door in disappointment. Chaewon just glares. Because she knows who the culprit is—and it’s always the same one, who always returns to the scene of the crime. 

That’s when you saunter into the kitchen, blissfully ignorant, and make a beeline straight for what you’ve got a craving for, only to find Sakura resting against the fridge. 

“It’s all gone.” 

Chaewon’s got this look on her face, arms folded over her chest while she leans over the kitchen island. “It’s all gone, because Sakura—she ate it all again.” 

And Sakura looks so bewildered, this look on her face as she tries to play the victim, all innocent in demeanor when she starts to defend herself against these wild accusations. “Me? I would never, Chaewon. I don’t even like ice cream that much. You sure it wasn’t you?” 

Chaewon can’t believe it. Or maybe she can, because she’s seen this all before, the way that Sakura will try to turn the tables, to do whatever she can do to avoid admitting fault. 

“Me? You’re blaming me?” Chaewon asks, taking a few steps towards the fridge, with this sudden raise of her tone that you’ve heard so many times—it scares you. “You were already here—with your grubby hands all over my mint chocolate!” 

Sakura scoffs. “You know I don’t even like that kind of ice cream, Chaewon. Why would I eat something that I don’t like? It tastes like—“ 

“Don’t say it! You ate it all because you know I like it!” 

“Calm down, Chaewon,” you say, stepping in to try and defuse this volatile situation. “It’s just ice cream. We can go buy some more.” 

And that’s your first mistake—possibly the worst thing you could have said. When Chaewon turns her attention to you, your whole body shivers with that intimidating gaze she gives you. 

“You—stay out of this, what do you mean it’s just ice cream!?” Chaewon is almost screaming at this point, and glances into the sink to find exactly the thing she’s been looking for—evidence. She snatches up a silver ice cream scooper, green liquid still freshly dripping down the end as she points it accusingly at Sakura. “I waited six months for that brand to come back in stock. Six—months. And you ate it?” 

Sakura’s eyes widen, and she lets out this shit-eating grin as she snatches the scooper from Chaewon, looking at you when she shamelessly licks the back of it clean. “Oh this ice cream? Yeah, I totally finished it. Can you blame me? It’s so hot, and there was nothing else but that lodged in the back of the freezer. Sorry, Chaewon.” 

Chaewon sees red. You can hear her heavy breathing, see the way her chest starts heaving up and down, with her hands on her hips, but before anything further happens, you step in between them. “Chaewon—“ 

“What? You heard her, she ate my fucking ice cream—“ 

“And she apologized, didn't she? Sakura, you’ll buy her more, won’t you?” 

“Yeah, of course,” Sakura answers back with this sarcastic little nod that only aggravates things further. 

“Buy what?! It’s all gone! There’s nothing left to buy!” 

“Chaewon—stop. We all live together, which means we’re all going to get along together. You’re not going to let a little ice cream get in the way of that, are you?”

“But that was my—“ 

“She’ll make it up to you another way. Won’t you, Sakura?” 

You glare at Sakura, who gives a much more convincing nod this time, all the jest gone from her expression. “I will. Anything you want, Chaewon. Promise.” And then there’s this lingering silence, like Chaewon is debating whether or not she wants to accept this empty apology. 

“Fine,” Chaewon says with a deep exhale, suddenly pushing you towards the kitchen island. She beckons the older girl to join,  and they both look at you like ravenous animals, ready to pounce. “If I can’t get my mint chocolate, then I’ll just have to find a different type of cream. Help me get his pants off.” 

“Hold on—“ 

And then just like that, they’re cooperating, working together to disrobe you. Before you know it, your pants and boxers are down to your ankles, and you’re gripping the edge of the counter for dear life while Chaewon gets this tight fucking grip on your cock, pumping away. “Jesus, Chaewon, give a little warning.” 

“No,” Chaewon says, with this deadpan stare. “Shut up when I’m enjoying my treat.” And before you can even think of a response, she’s taking you into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, filling up the kitchen with such lewd sounds. 

“Hey, aren’t you going to share that?” Sakura asks, clearly annoyed to be missing out.

Chaewon pulls her mouth away, cocking an eyebrow while she jerks you in her hand, all slick with her saliva. "No. Get in line, ice cream thief."

And then she continues where she left off, mouth so damn hot on you, those soft, pillowy lips feeling so sinfully good wrapped around your cock. You just let your head tilt back and groan, overwhelmed by the perfect feel of Chaewon's warm, wet little mouth on you while she makes eye contact with you. "Almost better than mint chocolate."

The sight is something else, and Chaewon is getting so carried away, purposely making such obscene slurping sounds to annoy Sakura even further. And it's working so well. 

"Hey, give him here," Sakura says, having just about had enough. Chaewon shoots Sakura a quick glare, not breaking that intense gaze of hers as she takes your cock deeper into her mouth, all the way down to your base, holding your hips still as your tip hits the back of her throat. 

"Ugh, fine—you can have a taste." Chaewon finally relents, pulling her mouth away after dragging her tongue all the way down your length, keeping her hand firmly wrapped around your cock while Sakura goes ahead and takes over with her mouth. And when Sakura finally gets her turn, she starts out much faster, much more aggressive—so damn desperate to outmatch Chaewon, like she's her bitter rival. 

"You're both crazy," you mutter while watching, each one of these blonde girls sliding their lips on either side, passing you back and forth, competing to give the best possible pleasure. 

"Are you complaining?" asks Chaewon, breath hot on your balls, jerking your cock while Sakura takes your swollen cockhead into her warm mouth, and you swear you could blow just like that. 

"No, that's your job," Sakura retorts, pulling her mouth away so quickly and it's all a blur as Chaewon immediately takes her turn to suck away at your cock with such hunger in her eyes.

"Don't interrupt me while I'm giving him the best blowjob of his life," Chaewon says, which only prompts Sakura into pushing her away to resume what she does best—and your eyes shut close, savoring each time their mouths switch places, not giving you a chance to think.

"The best, huh?" Sakura retorts with her usual sly smile, while those soft fingers trail lower, playing with your balls and drawing out this deep groan when she gets so goddamn messy. "Then why haven't you made him cum yet?"

"Oh please," Chaewon argues, eager to prove her wrong. "You've been at it twice as long as I have. How much longer are you going to drag this out?" 

When it's her turn again, Chaewon is moving with such speed, such precision, sucking hard to get you off, to bring you dangerously close to the edge while her head bobs so frantically. Those piercing eyes never leave you, begging for a mouthful of cum, like it’s her absolute favorite thing to have behind her precious ice cream.

And you try to warn her, but all that comes is this pathetic little groan. You're completely defenseless, helpless against that ravenous little mouth when you explode, thick shots of cum shooting deep down her waiting throat.

Sakura realizes what's happening, and there's not much she can do while Chaewon finishes you off, mouth agape while that skilled little throat of hers takes each spurt, this betrayed look on her features while you just groan and groan. 

Chaewon waits until your balls are all drained before she pulls her mouth off, making sure that Sakura is staring directly at her to see a mouth all full of your hot, sticky seed, rolling her tongue around that pool of cum with the most mischievous look on her face before swallowing all of it down with a tilt back of her head.

"What the fuck, Chaewon?" Sakura blurts out with this annoyed groan while Chaewon gets that familiar grin across her pretty face.

"You stole my ice cream, so I stole his load, all for myself. Fair is fair," is all Chaewon says, clearly so proud about what she's done. And Sakura isn't letting that stand, trying to clean off anything remaining from your spent cock with her greedy, eager tongue, but there’s hardly anything left that hasn’t already been claimed. 

"You're so annoying," Sakura whines, but Chaewon can only laugh. "But that just means I'll have to make him cum again. Maybe twice."

“W-wait, hold on—" 

"No," Sakura cuts you off immediately. "You don’t get a say in this, just sit back and watch," Sakura commands as she drags you to the couch and shoves you down onto the seat cushions, all forceful while climbing atop of your lap. "I'm not sharing this time."

"You sure?" Chaewon asks, plopping down beside you two with that knowing, smug look on her face. "Don't you need my help to help get him off?"

Sakura doesn't respond as she grabs hold of your cock, and guides you right between her drenched, glistening pussy lips. There’s this dangerous look in her eyes, and when she sinks down—all the way in one fluid motion, that's when you're done for.