Star, Yves, Sullyoon

She stays silent, blushing red while Yves kicks her jeans out onto the floor. Sullyoon understands a lot of what she’s been told– but it clicks into place now that she’s got a look at Yves’ damp underwear. Every action has an equal reaction on her body.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yves is having too much fun while simultaneously trying not to jump the absolutely adorable woman underneath her again. She remembers to rein it in, leaning over and softly moving her hand away for the second time. “Remember, only the beginning– how about we put these hands somewhere else?”

How Sullyoon blushes even harder.

Yves uses Sullyoon’s hands, pulls her shirt up, puts them on her tits– she’s got the spirit without the practice. Admiring her nipples that harden under Sullyoon’s touch, all of the ambition goes right between her legs. “Am I, y’know…”

“A good job? Keep going and find out just how well you can do.” Sullyoon’s falling for every single one of the tender words. Keeps rubbing with her fingers, too uncertain to tease– just focused on where Yves put her. 

They kiss again, Sullyoon is still reeling, her breath is so quickly ripped away. Her mind is blanked, hands falling downwards and gripping onto Yves’ waist. And oh Yves is shameless, shoving her tongue as far as she could. Sullyoon takes her advances, third time’s the charm– putting her tongue in the right place. Moving her lips in the right ways, or at least close to.

Then they stop again. “Let’s go to your bed, the stuff we’re doing needs some more space.” Sullyoon is so far gone, she moves so quickly that she nearly trips. It’s quite the nice room, to Yves it’s exactly everything she expected it to be like. To Sullyoon, every colourful trinket barely matters to her right now, barely visible. 

And she lets her world be rocked, as the mattress finds itself under her she yearns for Yves to do something, anything. 

“Ever dreamed about what it’d feel like to get devoured?” Yves starts, her fingers rubbing Sullyoon’s inner thighs, enjoying the twitch and slight tremor. 

Sullyoon doesn’t know– it’d be lying to say no now, after she’s been enlightened about how good it can feel, the only thoughts she’s had since have been Yves treating her right. But-

“Yes.” She gasps, that’s what Yves was hoping to hear, smirking to herself.

“Let’s get you out of that dress then shall we?” Yves is an expert, working slowly, making out with Sullyoon’s neck in the short time she can. Getting the entire thing off, letting it hit the floor while Sullyoon is (mostly) naked and awaiting her.

She commits to make sure she’s fully naked, Sullyoon’s bra is as cute as the rest of her, plain but continuing the innocent act Yves is enamoured by. “You are so pretty naked.”

“I, tha, thanks…” 

“You’ll get used to it, learn how to take a compliment without losing your mind.” Yves takes advantage of her being bare, it’d be offensive not to. Pressing her lips faintly downwards her body, caressing the skin with her tongue on every inch she takes time to appreciate. Sullyoon shivers, the spit on her body burning cold and sensitive.

There’s a hum, one needy and one admiring. Yves’s mouth is right where it wants to be– her eyes lock with Sullyoon’s, there’s something dark in her eyes, being so horny and still not being touched is pushing her to the brink.

Yves doesn’t give her what she wants, not yet– tongue circling around where Sullyoon wants it so desperately. Her breathing gets heavy, bordering on a whimper. She’s so close yet so far. Every second that draws on is unbearable, making her crack with emotion she’s never experienced before. 

It’s only then Yves gives her what she wants, a singular long drawn out lick. The moan forced out of Sullyoon’s mouth is erotic– making Yves just as proud as she was earlier, motivation enough to continue. This was new territory for her as well, the lack of experience Sullyoon has is new. Normally it’s an even scale.

But tonight, Sullyoon is at her mercy and she is fucking loving it.

Yves continues– slow, teasing, letting Sullyoon get used to it, make her yearn for her touch, make it so any time Sullyoon’s touching herself she’ll remember her, miss her. Sullyoon falls into a whimpering mess, needs her to speed up.

“So, see what I’m saying? Everything feels better if someone else does it.” 

“You, really, know what you’re doing…”

“I told you.”

Yves speeds up, swiping her tongue in all the right places– gets Sullyoon dripping even harder. Yves laps it all, enamoured at how messy this girl can be. The amount of pride running through her veins, it’s just as euphoric as the pleasure coursing through Sullyoon. 

“Mmh, you taste incredible, so wet as well. You should be doing this more often.” The praise hits Sullyoon in the heart, makes it flutter and beat hard. She’s swooning, she’s actually swooning. Yves focuses on her clit, licking and sucking until the only thing on Sullyoon’s mind is more, then more, some more.

“more…” Sullyoon whimpers, involuntarily voicing her mind.

“How does it feel? Let it out, tell me.” Yves coos, rubbing her thigh like she’s not still eating her out. Sullyoon’s gripping onto Yves’s hair now, unable to keep herself off. It’s her outlet for all of these new experiences.

“So, good, please give me more, Yves.” That’s all Sullyoon had to say, after all Yves wanted her to be louder, break her out of her shell and see how far she could push this girl. Her tongue pushes past Sullyoon’s entrance, going in and out while her finger massages her clit. The combo pushes Sullyoon to the edge instantly, from fifty to ninety. 

And then, what catches Yves off, proves that she is getting under Sullyoon’s skin. “Fuck…” 

It’s all she needs, then Sullyoon is getting her pretty cunt tongue-fucked even harder. She craves those desperate sounds, alternating between the aforementioned act and sloppy licking of her pussy. The noises coming out of Sullyoon’s needy mouth pick up in volume, the girl tugs at Yves’ hair– flaring pain isn’t going to stop her from making her cum undone for the second time.

Doesn’t take much longer, her orgasm has been built up, assisted by her earlier one and the needless amount of horniness coursing through her body. All it takes is for Yves to say,

“Cum.”

Sullyoon lets go, starts shaking– all of her sweet sounds are free for Yves to enjoy, ringing out in the air. Yves doesn’t stop there, works her through it, makes sure it wrecks her. Only when she starts breathing normally can Yves pull away, strings of her spit and Sullyoon’s orgasm connects them for moments longer, breaking apart and falling onto the bed.

There’s mercy in giving Sullyoon some time to catch her breath, Yves perched tracing circles on her legs. “You okay?”

“yeah, how, how does that feel so good?” She’s not coherent, there’s no doubt about that. Yves likes that though, turning her world upside down. But she’s not done yet, tackling her lips yet again, letting her taste herself for the first time. Another long butterfly, more accurately Sullyoon lays there enjoying the attention while Yves bites down on her bottom lip.

“It’s going to feel a lot better soon, assuming you can handle it.” She’s half teasing, half confirming– Sullyoon though shows zero chance of stopping here. Blushing at how obscene that kiss just was, how often she was cosplaying an apple was utterly charming.

“More.” Sullyoon gasps, Yves gets her own underwear off now– it’s been a long time coming, the fabric sticking to her on the way down. 

Yves moves herself into position; she’s been burying the lead on the best part, their pussies together, wet folds so close to touching yet not quite enough. Sullyoon has the biggest doe eyes, wide like she’s never seen a woman. “You, are going to fucking love this.”

They share a moan when Yves finally touches Sullyoon, she controls the rhythm and Sullyoon cutely tries to follow– move in tandem. The lack of experience is palpable, much like her breath. She’s always lagging slightly behind, though that just makes it hotter. Their grinding gets pants, whimpers out of Sullyoon. Yves isn’t as tender with her sounds; the moans she lets out threaten to consume the room.

“Good?”

“Yes, so good….”

Both Yves and Sullyoon roll their hips against each other, their clits grinding against each other regularly. Sullyoon puts her hands on Yves’ thighs, it’s the softest thing she’s ever touched– how smooth and creamy it feels. The overlapping theme she’s realising (somehow, under this bliss) is that she’s been missing out. How special this is.

Sullyoon can’t help but to stare directly into Yves’ eyes, fighting against the pressure forming in her core trying to force her eyes to go anywhere but. There’s tenderness Yves hasn’t seen in any of her hookups, there’s a twinge in her heart, only inspiring her to make Sullyoon feel even better. 

“Fuck…” She can’t help herself again, speeding her movement up– yearning, wanting more. Yves follows, by chance (or her consideration) they are in sync, Sullyoon’s out of her shell completely, the pillowy sounds gone. Just pure horny moans, so far past cloud nine now. 

“You feel, very fucking good, I was right.” 

“Y-yes, yes, yes.” Their wetness mixes together, their moans mix together, the moment blurs. Yves gets very hands on with Sullyoon’s body, touching every part in reach, caressing her like the prize she is. She’s sweating, wet, and red. Fully blushing from head to toe. 

“And, you are so fucking hot like this… So different from the fuck aquarium.” 

“More, please, so close…”

“Can't believe you haven’t done this, so fucking good.” 

Sullyoon devolves into no words again, she orgasms with her highest pitch moan. Yves chases her own, ignoring the overstimulated mewls– after all, Sullyoon’s still moving, she wants this just as bad, to be at Yves’ mercy.