For Dear Life [Female Reader, Futa!]

Pop! Pop!

Yoo Si-A, best known as YooA to many, stands in front of you, her hands unfastening the top two buttons of her dress. She pulls the cloth open to expose every creamy inch of her cleavage, the curvature of her underboob all available for anyone to view. No bra at all—YooA’s dress gave nothing away—you never expected that at all.

“ We’re gonna fuck right here, right now.”

Your jaw drops—what the fuck?

The both of you stand at the roadside overlooking the ocean, the sea breeze gently tugging at both yours and YooA’s long hair. There are no cars about—this is a road not commonly used anymore, not when there’s a newer, shorter path that replaces the need for this one. It is the perfect spot for YooA to exhibit herself and you know that—she’s had all sorts of sex with you in every public place imaginable, and this spot was something that you’ve known she wanted to try out.

“YooA-unnie, I…”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch. We’re gonna fuck, and I’ll tear those clothes off myself if I dont see you taking them off right now. Keep the shirt on, I love it when you’re in a button down.”

You oblige willingly—when your YooA-unnie’s in her moods, she’ll make good on her threats. The last time you defied her, she cut your clothes open and took you where she wanted, then she went home and tied you up, edging you for three hours straight for your insolence. You don’t want her to again—you love cumming for YooA-unnie too much to even think of going through that once more.

Button by button, your shirt falls open to show your white bra. You reach behind to undo the clips at the back, and you tug at the straps to loosen the garment from your chest. YooA reaches a hand out, and you pass her the garment in embarrassment—this was way too public for you, even if you love public sex as much as YooA-unnie does.

“I don’t see you taking off those pants. Do you want me lock your cock up so you can’t even touch yourself for a week?”

You nearly tear your shoes and pants off at that statement. You can’t not cum for a week, you can’t not masturbate for more than two days. You curse how YooA makes a weapon out of your high libido, but you love it too—you love subbing for your YooA-unnie, love being a slave to YooA-unnie.

YooA takes your pants and boxers, and she places them in a neat pile close to the road. You stand in front of her, embarrassingly hard already, cock standing straight out with white precum dripping from the tip. YooA stares at you lustfully, and she nods. She undoes the last two buttons and draws the denim over her shoulders. The cloth hangs loosely at her elbows, her petite breasts exposed fully to the cool breeze. You stare longingly at them, wishing she’d let you suck on her delicious nipples, hardened in both arousal and the cooling wind.

“Come here. Lean against the railing.”

You step over to YooA, and she pushes you against the rails keeping people from falling into the ocean hard, the metal forced against your back. She spits into her hand, then grips your hard shaft tight, gentle strokes along your length drawing whimpers from your throat.

“That’s right, bitch. Moan for me. You’re a cute little slut, aren’t you? So hard already, dripping wet in public, showing everyone your naked body and how aroused you are. You’re such a cute little slut, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, I'm… I’m a slut!” YooA begins to jerk you off harder, and you stumble over your words at the pleasure.

“Who’re you a slut for, hm?”

“I-I’m your slut, YooA-unnie! I’m y-your good slut, your cute slut!”

“Mm, that’s right.”

YooA drops to her knees, and she wraps her lips around your shaft. Instantly, she pushes herself all the way until her nose hits your pelvis, your cock entirely shoved down her tight throat. You instinctively buck forward in shock and pleasure, and YooA forces your hips back against the railings.

“I didn’t say you could move, bitch.”

One hard thwack has you gasping—YooA slaps your cock hard, and she squeezes your balls tight, a low throb of pain flaring in your lower tummy at the force.

“Are you going to be a good bitch and stay still? I can stop this anytime and lock you up, you know that? I brought the cock cage just for you.”

You nod frantically—anything but the lock! Anything!

YooA gives you no respite—once again, she deepthroats you almost instantly, and she fondles your balls at the same time. You gasp, moan, and whimper at the mix of pain and the different types of pleasure. YooA’s drool flows down your balls, with how much slobber she produces, and when she pulls herself away from you, she spits harshly on your shaft. You let her—you can’t defy your YooA-unnie.

“Wrap your arms around the railings. Hold on tight.”

What is she doing? W-What does she mean?

YooA lifts the skirt of her dress to show the bare skin of her thighs. Bit by bit, it rises higher and higher until it leaves nothing to the imagination—YooA has no panties on either. She drips down her thighs, her clit already out of the hood, slick staining her crotch in a sheen of arousal. Your cock twitches, and one shot of cum sprays out onto YooA’s dress, the semen clinging to the denim cloth. She wipes it off with her fingers, and she raises them to inspect your seed clinging on to her digits.

“For that, I’ll cage your cock for two days.”

“N-No, please, YooA-unnie, please!”

“Shut up, bitch. I’ll ruin your next orgasm too if you keep talking.”

YooA takes a breath, and she fiddles with the cloth of her dress around her waist to keep it from falling. When she’s done, she stares at you.

“Am I pretty?”

“Y-Yes, Unnie. You’re the prettiest, the best, the hottest.” You mean every word, even if you’re forced to say it.

“Very good answer. I’m in a good mood, so you get to cum deep in Unnie’s pussy. Unnie loves it, you know? Unnie loves it when her slut finishes deep inside, because it means your gene pool’s gonna mix with mine. You’ll get Unnie pregnant, and it turns me on so much whenever I think about you putting your kids in this tummy, making Unnie carry our babies. Do you like that, slut? When you get to cum in Unnie’s pussy? Do you like the idea of making Unnie a mother?”

“Y-Yes, Unnie! Your slut loves it! Thank you for letting me cum inside, Unnie!”

“Hold on tight, mm? You’re my good, strong bitch, mm? My muscular, dependable slut?

"Yes, Unnie!”

“Hehe, good.”

YooA jumps and clings onto you like a koala would. You yelp at her weight forcing you to tip precariously over the railing as your legs form the hypotenuse of a triangle with the ground and the support for the railing. If you slip, it could mean disaster for you—YooA has both her arms on the railing for support, though most of her weight rests on your body.

“Unnie’s going to fuck you so hard, slut. Unnie’s going to squirt all over this cock, cover it in all of my love for you.”

YooA’s legs wrap tightly around your hips. You tremble when one of her hands moves between your bodies to grip your cock, and she guides it to her entrance, her body rising to give you space.

“Give me the load I deserve, slut.”

She drops.

“A-Ah!” / “Mmmf!”

YooA takes you straight to the hilt. She immediately begins to ride you, her hips rising until just your tip is left in her before she slams back down to force your entire length deep into her warmth once again. You’re unable to keep yourself from moaning out loudly over and over—your YooA-unnie’s pussy is so wet, so damned tight. You gaze down to your connection to her—fuck, her pussy’s wrapped around your cock so deliciously. With every rise of her hips, you watch as her pussy coats your cock in another sheen of slick, her arousal mixing with her spit from earlier. The wet claps of sex fill the air, along with your loud moans and YooA’s whines.

You feel so damned good, but the pleasure is matched up with how much fear you have. You could slip over any time—YooA’s not exactly light, and you’re not able to even move at all, lest you tip over. The only thing you can do is to hold on tight, your arms digging into the metal, and let YooA fuck herself to completion with your cock. You’re not even able to thrust up into her—you’re just there, and YooA takes advantage of that to ride you relentlessly.

“Mmf, nghh~… Your cock’s so warm, slut. I can feel you twitching deep inside… You’re so fucking hard, God… I’m going to cum so hard on this cock, fuck!”

You moan as YooA increases the force of her slams downwards. You tremble under the force, both your fear and arousal rising. On one hand, you strike YooA’s G-spot over and over, her sultry moans, tightening walls, and jiggling breasts driving you closer and closer to orgasm, but on the other hand, you’re so close to falling over if you make one wrong move…

“Fuck, you look so good, slut, so fucking pretty for me like that, oh God! Fuck, you’re gonna make Unnie cum, gosh!”