Jiyeon pegs you. Not super plot-heavy, just you getting your shit rocked (not literally, ew). Femdom challenge submission!
“You said you had a thing for older girls?”
Munching on a particularly delicious piece of salt bread, you pause to consider Jiyeon’s question. Had you really said that? “Uhhh, I don’t think I — wait, no I did.” Fuck, how to explain? “Well, it’s a little less about age and more…I kinda have a kink for confident women.”
She tilts her head slightly, her eyes quizzical. “Confident?”
“Well, more like dominant.”
“So you want me to be mean to you? Sounds like mommy issues or something…” The corners of her mouth curl into a small smirk.
Damn. She is totally clocking me.
Caught off guard by just how far the conversation had gone, you ponder for a few seconds. “Welllll…I just want someone to take charge, not to be mean or anything.” You fiddle with your chopsticks. “It’s hot to imagine that you would pretend to ‘force’ me into doing some super perverted stuff.”
Jiyeon’s eyes seem to unfocus slightly, drifting into thought.
Birdwatching time again.
You chuckle, shaking your head. “Yaa~~, don’t worry too much about it. You know I love you no matter what.” You reach out and dip a hard-boiled egg into white pepper, then boop her nose with it, leaving a few specks behind. So cute. “Eat up, my baby swan.”
Jiyeon gives an absent-minded nod and accepts the proffered bite, pepper-dusted nose and all.
Honestly, you had forgotten all about the breakfast conversation over the next few days, dismissing it as another moment of curious questioning.
Jiyeon had not.
On a lazy Saturday morning, your phone vibrates twice.
Today 10:02 AM
Mailroom
Package is ready for pickup at the 2nd floor mailroom. Enter OK after package received.
Package is ready for pickup at the 2nd floor mailroom. Enter OK after package received.
OK
OK
The larger package almost wrenches itself out of your hand as you reach out with the other to open the apartment door, its weight skewing lopsided as whatever was in it shifts.
“Your Amazon packages arrived, by the way.” For half a second, you almost think you see her flinch a little.
With faux-reverence, you gingerly place the larger package, then the smaller package on top of her head, letting it balance precariously. “You got a lot on your mind?”
“Maybe I do.”
You pad towards the soft light of the bedroom, dishes finished early. Halfway down the hallway, you pause.
Through the cracked-open door, Jiyeon stands reflected in the full-length mirror, her hands tugging deliberately at something around her hips. The front of your pants suddenly feel all too tight.
You slowly approach, angling to get a better view.
Holy shit.
Wrapped in your favorite lacy black lingerie, her body looks like any other Saturday night. What is different is the black leather harness being adjusted carefully by her delicate fingers, strap by strap.
Jiyeon turns towards the door, looking over her shoulder at the mirror to tighten a strap just enough to leave a slight indent against the curves of her toned rear. You make no effort to move as her gaze sweeps back to the door, the way the heavy dildo swings in your direction eliminating your higher brain functions.
Her eyes meet yours, slight surprise evident for a moment. Then she smirks.
“You’re here early.”
Her eyes glint with a hint of crazy and trail down your body, pausing to inspect your crotch with an appreciative hunger.
“Someone’s excited to get fucked,” Jiyeon giggles. “Now then, clean yourself in the shower, I’m going to turn you inside out.”
The water cascades scorching down your back as you clean yourself thoroughly, both inside and out. Your cock bobs up and down, helplessly stiff at the sight you just witnessed.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She’s so hot.
Suffice it to say, dommy Jiyeon is actively rewiring your brain chemistry.
Ontology: For the better, of course.
And of course, you have to make sure your cock is super clean, no doubt. Another squeeze of soap follows.
Jiyeon is sitting on the bed as you exit the shower: stocking-clad leg over the other, chin resting on palm, strapon peeking out behind her arm and jutting upwards.
“Ooooh…you naughty, naughty boi.” Jiyeon bites her lower lip subconsciously as she stares as the thoroughly-cleaned, tinted-purple, obviously-molested head of your cock — already dripping with a bead of precum.
She unfolds her crossed legs with a flourish and stands up, her warm palm wrapping around your shaft to tug you towards the bed. Jiyeon’s lips curl up in a slight smirk, her dark eyes gleaming. “Sit down, mister, I’m doing my confident girl thing.”
Fuck.
You obey, perching yourself on the edge of the bed. Jiyeon leans in close with a self-satisfied smile. Reaching out, she gives your chest a slight push and you let yourself fall back onto the silky covers.
Oh. So that’s why she was “trying on” those water-resistant sheets yesterday.
One knee, then another and Jiyeon is straddling you, then inching up your torso, gently pinning down your outstretched upper arms with her shins. She taps the head of the strapon on your nose. “Eat up, my baby boi.”
You raise your head towards her slightly as she scoots forward one more time, opening your mouth to accept her girthy dildo down your greedy throat. The neutral taste of silicone contrasts against the unmistakable and heady scent of her arousal as she gently rocks her hips against your face.
A wave of fresh shampoo scent from her hair wafts over you as she looks over her shoulder to inspect the way your cock shudders and twitches as she continues to bottom out in your throat. Your eyes start to glaze over, senses overwhelmed by pure feminine domination stuffed against your windpipe.
Ontology: Breath through your nose, idiot :Heart:.
Your throat thoroughly occupied, you start to pull a breath in through your nose. Jiyeon immediately pinches it shut, with a playful smirk. “Now, now, Mommy needs you to give up your breath for her.”
Ontology: My bad, I think she heard me.
Your throat contracts in vain as it tries to suck in a breath by instinct, causing more saliva to dribble from your lips. Jiyeon doesn't even need to move her hips anymore, watching as you suck feverishly at her girlcock while she rubs her clit with her free hand in equal intensity.
I could die happy here…
An unwanted rush of air fills your lungs as Jiyeon releases your pinched nose and shatters into an orgasm. Her tart wetness flows down the length of the strapon, feeling as if she is cumming straight down your throat.
Gasping in short breaths, Jiyeon dislodges her shaft from your throat, her trembling thighs slick with her explosive release. You lay there for a moment, fluids dripping down your sore jaw, feeling thoroughly mind-fucked.
“Turn around and bend over, Mommy isn’t done with you yet.” Jiyeon’s eyes beam with a gleeful madness at your fucked-out state.
With all the grace of a newborn deer, you scramble onto all fours, somehow facing the former mirror that you had watched Jiyeon prepare herself for you: now with a new guest gracing the reflection.
Cold gel drips down from the lube bottle, landing right above your asshole. It is dawning on you just how exposed you feel. Her long fingers slowly start to work the thick lube around your opening, sliding deeper and deeper, in and out with lewd sounds.
“Yaa~~, is my brave little boi trying to hold back his moans from Mommy?” Jiyeon coos. Her cute high-pitched voice superimposed on the filthy feeling of her stirring up your insides — the duality forces your stiff cock to shake and leak precum onto the sheets.
You feel the bulbous head of the strapon nudge clumsily against your loosened bud as Jiyeon slowly pushes her hips and the weapon attached to it to breach your behind.
“Agh.” You can’t resist letting out a moan to Jiyeon’s delight, evidenced by her forcing another inch of girlcock up your rear.
Ah fuck, I feel like my bladder is burning.
You have this urge to pee all of a sudden as her silicone shaft starts squelching lewdly in and out, the fat cockhead dragging against your inner walls.
Ontology: Tsk, tsk, I can tell you haven’t been pegged very much…what do you think the strapon is pushing against down there?
“Jiyeon…Mommy…ughhh, please…,” you mumble incoherently as you try, futilely, to communicate your concerns.
All that elicits is a peal of bright laughter. Shafting herself in deep, her hips up to your rear, Jiyeon leans forward over your arched back, nipping at your ear as she whispers in her husky-cute voice, “Shhhh, Mommy is going to make you feel good.”
You choke out another broken moan. “Mommy…”
Bit by bit, the sensations start fading into a warm growing pleasure centered around the core as your prostate is diligently turned into mush by Jiyeon’s firm and steady hip gyrations, her delicate hands gripping firmly around your waist to pull you back onto her girlcock.
*shluck…shluck…shluck*
Your neglected cock shakes impotently with your pounding: full-mast, stiff, rock-hard, probably leaking your entire hydration stores, if you were to guess.
Arms giving out, you collapse forward onto the messy sheets, cock pressing up between your stomach and the smooth covers, ass still getting ravaged by every inch of Jiyeon’s cock.
Jiyeon follows suit, her soft breasts pressing against your back, her weight a strange kind of comfort, even as she is fully inside you.
She nips the nape of your neck aggressively, “What do good bois say if they want their Mommy to make them cum?”
F—.
Fuc—.
Mo—mmy.
“Hmmm?” Jiyeon raises her hips up and slams them into your rear once.
Mommy—!
“Ple—ase…Mommy,” you groan with the last of your willpower.
“Good boi.”
With perfect hip isolation, Jiyeon continues her assault on your rear, fucking you into the bed pronebone with seemingly infinite stamina.
Trapped against the sheets, your mind melted by the perfect dommy mommy, your tormented cock surrenders at last — impregnating the sheets with wave after hot wave of cum.
Still buried deep inside you, Jiyeon gently places a final kiss on your nape.
“You are such a good boi for Mommy.”
She pulls out with a wet pop.
Exhausted, you turn around and wrap her in your arms, letting her nestle her head into the crook of your shoulder. Words are not needed.
I love you, Jiyeon.