Voracious

yujin💕

pick me up daddy

That’s it. No please, no emoji. Just the assumption that you’ll drop everything and come running. And the worst part is—Yujin knows you will.

So you grab the keys. Most people wouldn’t be caught dead in this, the obscene price tag, absurdly polished leather interiors, the ostentatiousness of it all—

But the prying eyes can’t help but stare from all sides once you pull into the parking lot. The way everyone looks, wondering who the hell would bring a Ferrari to a college campus, let alone a pink one—it’s almost laughable.

Then again, when the roar of the engine hits, you have to admit sitting behind the wheel of this ridiculous thing makes you feel something—a strange sort of excitement. A power you can’t put your finger on, the urge to let your foot get carried away and peel right out of the parking lot. But the reason you’re here isn’t to show off or attract attention—you’re here for Yujin.

Parked outside of the library, you don’t need to say a thing. Because who would miss a bright pink supercar showing up here? Not Yujin, not anyone, you’re certain.

This was the obvious choice, and she’s not disappointed once she comes into view, emerging from the library doors and heading down the stairs with an amused smile. That’s her in a dark hoodie and pleated skirt, legs bare despite the chill in the air, full thighs on display when she stops right in front.

Even in a snowstorm, this girl isn’t going to wear pants. Not that you’d ever complain.

“Really, daddy? The Ferrari?” Yujin asks as she slides right into the passenger seat, tossing her bag into the backseat. “When I said I needed a ride, this isn’t exactly what I meant. This thing stands out like crazy.”

“Sorry, it was either this or a cab. Just got whatever I could find the keys to.”

Yujin doesn’t seem to mind the extra attention as she buckles the seat belt and rests her head against the cushion, kicking off her flats so she can rest her feet up on the dash. “And Wonyoung let you borrow this?”

You glance her way and just shake your head, starting the ignition and hearing that deep, powerful roar of the engine again. “You think I asked? She was still asleep by the time I left.”

“You wore her out, didn’t you, daddy? Poor thing.” Yujin laughs and rolls the window down, tying her hair up into a loose ponytail.

“I didn’t do anything. Woke up, went to class, then came home to grab this. When I left, she crashed on the couch. From studying too hard, I’m sure.”

Yujin rolls her eyes, a hand covering her mouth to hide the obnoxious smile spreading on those pretty pink lips. “Yeah, sure. Wonyoungie studies—sure thing, daddy. Studying how hard you can fuck her, maybe.”

You start to protest when the car pulls out onto the main street, pushing well above the speed limit. “She can’t get through finals on her body alone. Everyone studies sometimes.”

“She can sure try though. Maybe if there’s an oral exam—”

“Both of you would probably ace that,” you reply, hearing Yujin’s delightful snort right after.

“Damn right we would. Top of the class, guaranteed."

Yujin laughs again, head turning so she’s facing you, enough to catch you staring at those long legs perched on the dash, her tight little skirt exposing so much flesh. She looks delicious, even in this casual outfit, but that’s the case no matter the day, no matter the season or occasion. "Eyes on the road, daddy.”

“Easy for you to say, brat.”

Even caught red-handed, you have no intention to play dumb once Yujin is aware of the gaze you can’t take away from those scrumptious thighs. She crosses one leg over the other, giving this not-so-innocent little smile, with those dimples so prominent that it almost draws your eyes right off the road again. Almost.

"Poor daddy. Never able to focus around us. Must be awful, being trapped in a car with little ole me, wearing this short thing.”

Yujin enjoys the tease, not moving her bare legs from that spot on the dash where they look right at home. She’s playing with fire when that hoodie gets unzipped, exposing a black tank top riding high, showing off way too much midriff to go unnoticed.

You sneak in another glance, one that lingers when you stare at those legs, and that deadly figure that has no right being so fit and curvy—your concentration’s worst enemy. "You really want me to crash this car, don’t you? Wonyoung would kill me.”

That playful smile widens, turning wicked. The hoodie gets tossed into the backseat without a thought, and the skirt—no doubt deliberately, rides higher up those thighs.

“Then maybe you should watch the road instead of gawking, huh, daddy? Are my thighs that distracting to you?”

You have no response, although there’s plenty of temptation to pull over, throw Yujin down on the backseat and make her moan, scream your name so loud everyone passing by can hear. But you need to keep those thoughts locked away, staying focused on the road—a battle that’s not exactly fair with Yujin making it more difficult.

“I’m not distracted,” you scoff, not sure you even believe your own words. “Nothing you do could distract me—not your thighs, not your pretty face, not even your tight little ass. We’re almost home, Yujinnie. I can give you all the attention you need then.”

Yujin looks almost giddy. Delighted, really, being dared to destroy your composure. You’re not threatened, because what more can she do but sit there and look like a delicious feast, begging to be devoured?

You’ll find out, you wager.

Once the car stops at a red light, the windows roll back up when the chill starts creeping in. The click of her seat belt is the first warning, the second when Yujin starts crawling across the center console, inching closer to your lap. What can only be described as your fault—giving Yujin a perfect opportunity to see if you really have the power to focus or not.

“Nothing I do would distract you, hm? Then I’ll show you how distracting I can be…”

There’s no escaping this—not with the light still red, traffic frozen. Yujin looks downright ravenous in this position, the delicious arch of her back while her fingers get a little too familiar with the zipper to your pants.

“Yujin—”

“Just focus on driving, daddy. Don’t mind me.“

There’s no way she’s seriously going to do anything—and yet, right as the light changes to green, Yujin tugs that zipper down, unbuttons your pants, and slips her hand straight into your boxers. "No accidents, please. Would hate to total this fancy thing.”

She says this the very second her delicate fingers wrap tightly around your shaft and start stroking, just slowly enough to bring you to complete hardness. It’s this moment that you regret challenging Yujin to her own game. It’s when she pulls your cock right out, pumping in agonizingly slow strokes that force you to stare at the road, no matter how difficult it is.

“This isn’t too distracting, is it?” Yujin asks, and even without looking over, you know there’s a grin on her face. You almost refuse to answer, hands on the steering wheel gripping tight, foot just a bit harder on the pedal.

“N-no, not even a little bit. This isn’t distracting at all.”

Oh, you’ll probably regret that the second the words leave your lips. Not that Yujin needs the encouragement. She could have you a mumbling mess of heavy breaths even without a challenge.

“You sure about that, daddy? Don’t you need to pull over because your cock is getting too hard?” Yujin isn’t going to hold back, you know that already, and you can already feel the struggle, the way her thumb rubs such a lazy circle against your sensitive head.

You won’t give her the satisfaction just yet, staring straight ahead to keep these tantalizing thoughts from running rampant. Nor are you going to taunt her more than you should.

That mouth is the worst possible distraction.

You’ve got little choice but to push onward as Yujin pumps steadily, tight grip never yielding, and you can sense those dangerous lips inches from your swollen cockhead, hot breath grazing far too close. But the only person you have to blame for this is yourself, for springing your own trap in the first place—you should have known better by now. So now, you’ll have to endure whatever she decides to put you through, throbbing between her fingers, knowing she won’t stop just teasing and tormenting you to no end.

“Daddy—take the long way home. I’m having a little too much fun over here,” she hums as her hand pumps with this adorable giggle, and the worst part is you’re far too reluctant to tell her no. “Take the longest route you can think of—or better yet, just take a couple laps around campus. Drive real slow for me.”

You shouldn’t. That’s a fact and the voice in your head is yelling that exact message. Yet it’s quiet compared to Yujin’s innocent request, the little flicks of her tongue along your slit, warm breath all against the tip of your dick. With all that you have, you take a deep breath and oblige Yujin. It’s a little absurd to realize your own control in this situation, even more that you’re heading back in the same direction from before so she can drive you more insane.

Sighing is the only response. This is only the start of what you’re in store for—because this is Yujin you’re dealing with, and no telling what sort of chaos her devious mind will have in store. Her hand is more confident now as she strokes faster, almost as a reward, twisting around, squeezing tight.

“Make sure you signal,” Yujin reminds you in this mocking tone that gets your teeth gritting as she applies the smallest kiss right on your leaking tip. As if that’s what matters most. “Wouldn’t want to be in any accidents on account of me, now do you?”