Birthday Blues

“It’s a total disaster.”

It is. It really fucking is.

“Babe, I think if I try to eat that then I’m going to break my teeth, and I don’t think any of those are supposed to be that colour.” Yujin points to what was supposed to be roasted vegetables, but now, well, they barely even resemble what went in. “I think the police would call this attempted murder.”

“But the rice? The rice turned out okay.” You gesture to it, and, if there’s any possible credit to be given here, you didn’t find a way to ruin that.

“Seriously, I’m amazed.” Yujin walks through the kitchen, “No really, this is so awful, how did you do it?”

“Honestly? I think the recipe is wrong.”

“You’re an idiot.” Yujin leans up on her toes and presses a kiss to your cheek. “An amazing, well-meaning, adorable idiot.”

“Ugh, Yujin… I’m sorry. I ruined everything.”

“So maybe your cooking attempts were a disaster.” Yujin looks over the food again. “But you tried, for me, and I love you for that.” She smiles and it slowly becomes a ponderous look.”Can I be honest?”

“What is it?” you say, resting your arms around her waist.

“I already ate. The company put on this whole spread. So, in a way, I’m grateful you ruined it so we can just skip onto whatever you have planned next?”

“Next would be cake and, um, I tried, you know, like really tried.”

“Where is it?” Yujin asks, stifling a laugh.

You nod toward the trashcan and Yujin leans her head against your shoulder and starts to laugh. She wraps her arms around you, pulls you into her and kisses you, once, gently.

“God I love you.” She kisses you again. “Even if you are so incredibly useless sometimes, you have no idea how happy you make me.” She tugs her body tighter to yours. “So let’s imagine you didn’t ruin it all, and I’ve just eaten a wonderful meal and an absolutely mouth-watering birthday cake, what would you do next?”

“Well I picked out a few movies you might enjoy, or failing that, I would probably kiss you,” you answer and Yujin responds with a soft smile.

“Kiss me? Yeah? Then what?” she whispers.

“Then maybe I would…” Your voice trails off as you slide a hand down to her ass.

Yujin hums a quiet noise of agreement, leaning her body against your own. “Yeah? Then what, Babe? Then what?” Her lips graze your ear, “Tell me.”

She sounds like warm honey, thick and rich and so enticing that you feel a shiver run from the small of your back, and up over your shoulders and a thought is falling from your lips before you could even fully consider the ramifications of it, “Then I’d take you to bed and I’d eat that pretty pussy of yours till you scream.”

“Oh? Would you now? Sounds… fun…” There’s a shift to her tone and, perhaps even a darker, needier edge and she meets your eye with the playful smirk that sent your pulse racing the night you first met her. “Well since I’m the only edible thing here, how about we skip right to that?”

With that you sweep her off of her feet, hoisting her legs around your hips as you push a trail of kisses up the side of her neck. Her fingernails sink into your shoulders, and she huffs a breathless laugh while kissing your ear as you carry her out of the kitchen. You stumble through the apartment in a mess of heated kisses and groping hands. By the time you make it through to your room and throw her back on the bed, you’re both a little breathless. She lands with her legs spread apart, and with a lingering kiss, and a flash of that daring smirk.

You drop onto your knees at the foot of your bed and reach for her shorts. “Someone looks hungry,” Yujin teases as you slip her shorts and panties over her thighs.

“One of us didn’t have dinner tonight,” you answer and trail wet kisses along her thigh, guiding her shorts the rest of the way off.

“Sounds like someone…” Yujin gasps as you wrap your hands around her thighs and drag her down the bed to your waiting mouth. “Should hurry up and eat.”

Yujin spreads her legs wide, raising her feet into the air, and you can see her dripping slit in the blue light pouring through the bedroom window. “Fuck.” You whisper, breathing hot air onto her thighs before licking her soft flesh. She twitches under your touch, arching her body up as you trail higher up her thigh. You can already smell the heady musk of her arousal.

With a rough grab to the outside of her thigh, you shift and slide your tongue up along Yujin’s lips, tasting her sex in a single, hot stripe, sending the wet warmth of your tongue up from her hole and over her clit. You watch the way Yujin shivers, the way her body responds, with a tug and a moan. You repeat the gesture, sliding your tongue upwards once more, sucking and pulling her needy pussy into your mouth.

“Holy fuck…” Yujin mutters, tipping her head back into your bed.

You lose yourself, diving deep, consuming Yujin’s wetness and sucking and licking while her voice fills the bedroom, breathy and sensual, mixing in with the sound of your sloppy work. You work a finger to her lips, swirling it over her hole, listening to the way her moans deepen and she bucks her body up against you. She feels tighter than usual. Less yielding and more demanding, Yujin looks down at you, lips parted and whispering curses to the night. You press deeper, circling the tip of your index finger inside her entrance while pressing wet kisses up the inside of her thighs.

“If this is how you’re going to make it up to me, can you burn a meal every night?” Yujin says with a sultry look and tone.

“Every single night,” you breathe and sink a finger deeper inside her, curling it while you press your lips to her clit. You keep steady and precise with the movement of your tongue, focusing it on her clit. Every touch makes Yujin twitch or moan or grasp for something to hold onto, and her taste, oh god her taste is almost enough to send your head spinning.

“I want to—” Yujin groans out as a wave of pleasure comes over her. “Ride your face. C- Can I—”

You give a wordless reply. Pulling off her and watching a trail of saliva mix with Yujin’s dripping excitement. A faint blush forms on Yujin’s cheeks and she nods, her thighs already quivering in anticipation as you lie on the bed beside her. Her soft brown eyes fix on yours as you wait, staring up, entranced as her long, tan legs straddle your chest.

Yujin grinds herself forward until your tongue comes up and brushes across her skin. With her hands braced on the mattress at either side of your head, she lowers herself a little closer to you.

Your eyes roll back a little when she shifts her weight, and her body comes down and seals her thighs tightly against the sides of your head. Suddenly your world becomes her thighs, her pussy, and the sounds and scents that drive you wild. When the hot flesh of her sex first grinds down onto your mouth and nose, your senses come alive and she begins slow.

“O-Oh… Yes, Oh fuck,” Yujin gasps, swearing more under her breath, riding down harder, squirming against you.

Her thighs tense and twitch, threatening to crush you. With your mouth being smothered by her wetness, you work your lips and tongue without even knowing where your target is, just instinct, and hearing her moan helps guide you to the places she craves.

Your hands go to her hips. Holding her. Caressing her. Thumbs massaging into her soft skin while her body moves atop you, rutting into you. You look up at her and watch as she peels her tight top from her body. A perfect eye-line, up her abs to the little perky breasts she just revealed, and in the gap between them, her face twisted into the lewdest expression of pleasure you’ve ever seen.

She’s absolutely relentless with how hard her thighs flex, how desperate she is, riding your tongue like she has something to prove. And through it all, her hair falling in disarray, her dark eyes glazed in lust. It’s all too much. Too beautiful. Too perfect. Your breath starts getting shallower, more frantic as she uses your face as nothing more than a means to her end, a glorified sex toy to satisfy.

The way she throbs on your tongue and her moans become broken screams, you know she’s getting close. The desperation in every spasmed movement tells you a thousand words—the way her nails tear into the pillows as she falls forward, and she lets out something akin to a scream as her whole body locks up. Her fingers thread tightly in your hair, keeping your mouth against her until she stops shuddering.

“Mhmm… God…” she murmurs, twitching her cunt into you as she spills out cum all over your face.

She takes a couple of moments like this, catching her breath and twitching every so often as she recovers from her explosive orgasm, her legs locking down around your face, denying any possibility of you trying to leave. Not that you would want to.

Her sweat-coated stomach heaves from exertion, and her silky-smooth skin gleams with perspiration in the warm light as she runs a hand up and over her breasts, squeezing one gently as a last sigh of pleasure leaves her lungs. Satisfied she’s leaked it all for you, she lets out a deep breath. Your jaw and mouth feel raw—exhausted and aching. Yujin throws her head back, leaning back too, putting her hands by your hips.

“Wow, I can’t feel my legs,” she says, gazing down at you through heavy-lidded eyes. “That was a good one.” She laughs gently, watching you struggling for air beneath her. “Again.”

Her breathing hitches and she thrusts down against your face. Your hands latch onto her again, inviting her to do as she pleases—to use you again.

“Fuck,” she moans, sinking lower, beginning to hump your mouth. You suck on her clit and a pleasant shudder works its way through her body. “I guess you’ll do anything for me today.”

The sounds are pure filth. Her pussy, swollen and glistening as she humps your face; the squishy wet sloppy sounds of her soaked core pushing back and forth across your lips, nose, chin, everything, driving her wild. Her breathing comes heavy through her nose, little moans working through her chest every so often, each time a fresh stream of wetness following suit.

“That’s it,” she groans, grinding harder, moving quicker, her legs shaking around you. Her head falls back as she wails out, “Oh god!”

This time it’s so quick, she’s so sensitive, her legs shake. They shake so badly that her hips falter, so you hold onto her, burying your head against her and working your tongue to bring her to another trembling orgasm. She cums into your mouth again. Yujin moans loudly as she spills onto you for the second time, coating your face, and making you work hard to keep up, drinking her down.

With the last of the pleasure fizzling out, Yujin topples to the side. Her breathing is ragged and rapid, her face flushed, but she gives you an intoxicated smile as your eyes lock.

“Just what I needed,” she breathes, giggling a little.

“I hope the birthday girl isn’t too tired,” you say as you start pulling off your clothes in a hurried fashion.

Yujin laughs. She runs the back of her hand across her forehead, wiping some stray strands of damp hair out of the way, and then leans on her elbow while still breathing a little unsteadily, “You think I’m tired? I’m not even close to being done.”

You take in a deep breath of her lingering aroma and crawl back to her. She’s lying, legs spread and inviting and you fit between them like you have so many times. You could stare for hours, and every part of you wants to get lost in the contours of her body. She has so many wonderful curves; she’s full and soft in the most delicious ways that the eye cannot linger long enough.

“This is your night, Yujin, how do you want it?”

“Well,” Yujin drawls, stroking your dick lightly. “You know I love it when you take me from behind. Give it real rough, a ‘pound-my-brains-out’ kind of rough.”

She speaks the request with no hint of shame. No trace of hesitance or timidness. She states exactly what she desires, in a manner befitting such a powerful woman. She uses an arm and a leg to roll you over, so she’s over you, looking down and smirking.

“Come on, against the wall.”

The next time you kiss her, you have her pressed between your body and the wall, her neck craned to make her lips meet your mouth, as your hands explore her body. Yujin’s pushing her ass against you in a way that speaks words unsaid. She moans a little as your hardness settles in between her thighs, right where she so clearly needs it. You reach around and cup her tit—toying and pinching and exploring.

Yujin trembles, and with another, far less than subtle motion, she grinds down onto your cock, inviting you inside. You give her just a brief taste. Rubbing along her lips, drawing a wet line up her slit a couple of times, loving the way she shivers with her desire. You take hold of her hair, grabbing each of the ponytails in one hand and yanking her back. “Want it bad, huh?”

She struggles, there’s a whine deep in her throat. The need to be fucked, fucked rough, the way she loves it. It’s written all over her, but you want to hear it.

“How bad? Yujin, tell me,” You drive your length over her hole and she squirms.

“Want to cum, over and over. Want you to cum inside me,” she replies. “Now. Want you inside me now,” her voice raises and her eyes close, as she sucks in a few more desperate breaths, pushing her body against you, begging for more.

You drag your cock through her wet folds again, then you fuck her. Slide right into her, stretching her open with all that she’s been missing. She cries out but in the sweetest of ways.

You pull harder on her hair, push harder into her cunt, and take her against the wall with a quick and primal rhythm. Yujin grabs and squeezes your thighs behind her, pulling you deeper with every movement, making the soft little gasp that comes each time you sink into her that little bit more lewd.

With each passing second, her body heats up beneath you, and her cunt tries to cling to you whenever you pull out. She’s wet. She’s really fucking wet. Add the sound of her wet cunt to the clapping of hips against her ass and her moans and it becomes a symphony of sinful pleasures.

Her body wills to fall against the wall, you hold her hair to prevent it and hold her by the stomach too, reaching around and rubbing your palm across her abs. So, no matter how hard she tries to rest, you deny her. Pounding her hard and fast. Each time, you drive her a little madder, bring her a little more to the brink, you let her hang from that edge for a few moments, just enjoying the tight wetness of her cunt, her erratic, quivering little whimpers, the way she throws her head about.

“Who’s a dirty girl who loves taking my cock?” you hiss into her ear.

Her tits bounce against her chest, her tongue hangs out and her eyes glaze over with lust. “I am,” Yujin whines, her body straining.

You pull her harder and twist her body. “I love you like this. So filthy and wet, so hot and horny, fucking you like this really turns you on, huh?” You slam your hips down hard and she spasms a little beneath you, struggling harder against your grasp now, with an incoherent cry of bliss on her tongue.

You let loose of her hair and she throws herself against the wall, holding herself against it, supporting her body in a more comfortable position. You take your hand to her cunt, rubbing rough little circles to match your pounding rhythm. She’s a complete mess now, and the loud, brazen, indecent slaps of flesh against flesh echo out. Her cunt tightens, she’s on the verge, trembling against you.

So easily does Yujin cum like this, leaking over your cock, with her juices staining her thighs, her cries like nothing human. But, it’s not over, you’ll not allow it to end this soon. Your fucking remains relentless, and once she’s on the back foot, in a daze, her mind lost to stimulation, that’s the moment you slip out and guide her by her hips. Yujin only mutters quietly, and she doesn’t care, perhaps doesn’t even notice, that you toss her to the bed.

She’s face down over the edge of the bed and you’re into her again, taking her once more. Your fingers claw into her flesh and your breathing is hoarse, strained and intense as you pound the orgasm-weakened girl under you. Her ass shakes every time you thrust her full of cock, and the way her moans are reduced to utter incomprehensibility fills you with pride.

It’s your gift to her, several orgasms back to back, and while her cunt trembles, clenching down around you with near-suffocating tightness, you simply fuck her harder. Until your muscles begin to cramp and until you ache and groan in pain. Your thrusts get a little sloppier, but the desire for pleasure and completion overwhelms you.

She’s cum so many times that there’s only one final demand she would make of you, if she can sound it out, “Inside… please… breed me…”

You take a ponytail in each hand, peeling her from the bed. “What was that, my love? Didn’t quite hear.”

“Inside,” she pants, “Breed my pussy.”

There’s something incredible about the feeling when you plough the deepest, fullest strokes inside, and she cums once more, unable to control herself. And that’s when you unload inside her, pumping her full, flooding her until it seeps out from around her lips; until she’s left gasping for air, with a tiny shiver each time she twitches her exhausted cunt.

When your hips slow and she finally comes to a rest, still hanging over the edge of the bed with a very visible deluge leaking out of her, her eyes twitch. Her breathing becomes normal once more, and she speaks your name, calling it quietly.

You lower her down to the bed, turning her onto her back, and for a short while she remains unmoving. Her lips, her eyes, and a few other choice areas glisten with sweat in the moonlight, she looks worn. Ravaged by orgasm after orgasm.

“Happy Birthday, Baby,” you say.

The whole night is for her, so when she whispers, somehow, a single word, “more,” you desire to oblige her with another filthy fucking.