Scoring Position

You had the best view in the entire stadium. 

Not any other spot better than being directly behind Yujin, no seats, or anybody blocking your sight. All those curves wrapped in a perfect little package, her ass stretching the fabric of those pants, looking as delicious and tempting as always. Nothing beats it.

Absolutely nothing comes close.

So you're doing nothing except admiring the view, and not the one overlooking home plate either—admiring the way the dark denim hugs that perfect ass and the curve of her slender waist.

"What's so interesting back there? You haven't stopped staring," Yujin asks, glancing backwards.

"What do you think?"

"Exactly what I thought," Yujin says, facing back forward. "That you can't keep your eyes off my ass."

The suite is high enough above the crowds to afford a level of privacy you can't resist, a fully catered spread, practically unlimited drinks, and yet—the only thing you're interested in is Yujin.

"Guilty," you reply simply. No use denying it.

"You've come to a baseball game without watching a single pitch?" Yujin asks, turning her head once again, with a slight chuckle. "Do you even know what team we're cheering for?"

"Sure I do," you answer, pretending to act like you actually give a damn. The game could have ended hours ago and you wouldn’t have noticed. "KT? LG, I think—whoever's in yellow."

"Damn, you suck at this," Yujin says, laughing, catching on immediately. "Nobody is wearing yellow, daddy."

You don't even pretend to care, snaking your hands around Yujin's hips. Of course her tight pants make that easier. "What about you, then? What color are you wearing?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Purple? Light pink? Perhaps black, that's your favorite."

"Hmm," Yujin hums innocently, swaying those hips a bit as if they're the greatest distraction imaginable. "Isn't it your favorite, too? For how good it makes my ass look."

Yujin barely shows an interest in the game either, despite claiming to be a big fan. This entire luxury suite was her idea, though. Everything here, from the food to the fancy drinks, is something you'd normally refuse, but when Yujin is involved? Hard to say no to anything.

But after the third inning (or fourth? fifth? You're losing count), that went by without a single ball hit over the wall, not an inning of action to speak of, the game loses any appeal. Pitch after pitch, foul ball after foul ball, absolutely nothing holding your attention.

Except for Yujin.

Another crack of the bat, another foul. Another inning without so much as a hit, let alone an exciting one. The noise all fades away, and everything zeros in on Yujin.

You no longer feign interest and just give into temptation, eyes roaming up and down those endless curves—eyes meeting Yujin's own. Tightening your grip on those wide hips while she takes a fleeting glance out the window, a disappointed sigh that doesn't go unnoticed.

"Bored yet?"

"Maybe a bit," Yujin admits, a faint giggle escaping those lips. "Sorry I dragged you to this, daddy."

"Don't be. Didn't come here for the baseball, anyway," you say, inching closer. You lower to your knees, planting your lips on her abdomen, the bare skin exposed between the hemline and those damn pants.

Yujin's body tenses against your touch for a second. "W-what are you—"

"Seven inning stretch," is your excuse, spinning Yujin's body around completely until the view of the field is completely obscured. Nothing could pry your hands away from her body, especially her ass, fingers groping her supple cheeks through the denim, not bothering to be discreet.

"It's not the seventh," she responds, as you map out the contours of her asscheeks in that incredibly tight pair of jeans.

"Do you even know which inning it is, Yujin? Or the score, how about that?"

Yujin ponders it for a few moments. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

"Then, how about telling me?"

"Not a clue, daddy."

"Thought so. Keep watching if you want, but I can't keep my hands to myself anymore."

With that, Yujin loses all interest in the game herself, helping to undo the top button and zipper, so you can do what you please.

“Won’t someone see us?” she asks, right before the roar of the crowd becomes deafening. Too little too late.

"Let's not pretend anyone is watching what's going on back here. Things are finally getting exciting.” 

Yujin leans back enough to push her ass against your crotch, your bulge growing rapidly. "I see that."

All Yujin can manage is an audible gasp as you catch a glimpse of her coy smile. Removing those jeans is an effort in itself, working them inch by inch, defiant in coming off. But you love a challenge, and peel the material down, until you get what you want—Yujin in the skimpiest, tiniest set of underwear imaginable, tight jeans a crumpled heap on the floor.

"Pink?"

"They're new. Couldn't wait to show you," Yujin giggles as the thin garment does little to hide any part of her bare asscheeks.

"Say that like you planned on this happening..."

The reveal isn't remotely disappointing, those full, round cheeks barely covered by the fabric—even less once you slide them down her hips as well, until there's not another article of clothing separating your hands from that perfect ass.

"Did you actually think I picked out those jeans to sit down and watch the game? Come on, daddy."

You don't bother dignifying that. Instead, running your palms slowly over both cheeks, you squeeze her soft flesh between your fingertips and plant your lips against it. Anybody watching the game would be none the wiser that you're about to hit your own home run.

Thankfully, all eyes are glued on the diamond, giving you all the privacy you need to plant kiss after kiss, softly trailing a path all over that shapely ass. This is where you belong, not seated in the stands, bored to death—here, getting lost in each kiss, worshiping her ass for like she deserves.

“D-daddy…” Yujin gasps out, but you don't get distracted while you knead that perfect flesh. Kisses become licks, mouth descending, as your fingers separate her asscheeks—exposing her tight hole, leaving your tongue to dive between. Face buried into her soft cheeks, you plunge your tongue inside as far as you can go, and relish Yujin's loud, impulsive response. "O-oh my god—"

"Keep it down a little," you tease, tongue flicking eagerly against her tight hole, soaking the entrance with a heavy dose of saliva. "Don't need the entire stadium hearing me lick your asshole."

"Yes we do," she counters, losing any focus on the game whatsoever with your tongue buried in her ass. "That feels so—ah, fuck—"

And a stifled moan leaves your mouth, swirling that tongue around her tight entrance while you tongue-fuck Yujin's ass deeper. Certainly, this is a much better way to pass the time. Then watching the next foul ball fade into the crowd. Squirming against your face, Yujin doesn't hold back her desperate moans, and you don't hold back from devouring her ass. 

You're not remotely ashamed, nor subtle, showing no sense of decorum as you tongue her asshole, plunging in and out while her palms flatten against the glass. Another sound barely catches your attention, the echo of the crowd erupting into cheers, but you've all but forgotten you're even in a stadium—

“D-daddy, fuck, that feels so good. I love having your tongue in my tight little asshole. So good. Keep licking like that—that feels amazing. Y-you eat my ass so fucking good, oh my god, daddy."