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."

And you love it more than anything, burying your face as deep as you can, drowning in the softness, saliva dribbling out from the corners of your mouth, slurping loudly as you feast on that delectable ass. Spreading her out wider for the way you explore every inch of her hole, probing the deepest parts of Yujin. Your cock is twitching, aching more and more as the taste overwhelms your senses, and since you've gotten this far—might as well go all out. 

One final long lick that has Yujin nearly doubled over, ending it by keeping your face pressed firmly against her ass. Hard to take a proper breath, even harder to pry your face away, but eventually you force yourself, impossible to ignore the tightness in your pants. You'd be content to eat her ass until the entire season is done, yet you can't quite withdraw, not when your tongue and Yujin's asshole belong together.

Yujin looks over her shoulder, panting hard, already missing the sensations your mouth brings. She looks at you with those pleading eyes, and you both know what's next.

"In my bag," Yujin says, collecting herself long enough to speak.

Three simple words. Three impatient words that hold all the weight and power in the world. So when the next bottom of whatever inning starts, you're more than ready to bottom out in Yujin's tight ass.

Quicker than a stolen base, your pants get discarded, a relief you need, freeing your shaft from the tight confines. The noise from the fans a muffled blur, while Yujin strokes that cold, sticky liquid over your throbbing cock.

"So fucking hard hard for me, daddy," Yujin says, applying an excessive amount, making sure it covers everything.

"This is what your tight, perfect ass does to me," you say. The smirk she wears tells everything, tossing the bottle back in her purse, a bottle never left home without. 

“Need this inside me, daddy. Need my ass filled with this.” 

You barely wait before pulling her back by the hips, the head of your cock prodding gently against that lubricated hole, teasing the both of you as Yujin braces for what's next.

Ready and well prepared, the next crack of a bat goes ignored while you start sinking balls deep in your favorite tight little hole. That instant your length plunges inside her, Yujin looks back as you sink in, and everything goes silent.

As if the entire stadium disappeared—no crowd noise, no cheers, just the beautiful sound of Yujin's moans filling the air, and the impact of your bodies connecting.

"O-oh fuck, daddy," Yujin groans, immediately arching her back, inviting to take more of you inside her. You're buried halfway and more than ready to deliver. "Stretches my asshole so fucking good."

She's warm and tight, overwhelming your length in ways that anything can recreate, clenching perfectly around you. You seize those wide, delicious hips with both hands, pumping into her without a shred of gentleness.

"Tight little asshole drives me fucking crazy," is the only thing you can articulate in response, groping every inch of bare flesh you can get your hands on. Watching it all—the way you force your length in deep, how her tight little hole stretches obscenely to swallow everything, the flesh rippling with each thrust. It's heaven.

Everything turns into a haze as you pound that ass, taking Yujin rough and without any restraint, ignoring the roars and screams of the crowd. "Think anyone has a clue about this? Watching me fuck that tight little asshole of yours?"

The noises, the wet, filthy sounds of each pump in and out drown out everything. Both palms flatten on the cool, thick glass window and all you can do is meet that bouncing ass, gaping her wide with every plunge.

"F-fuck, Yujin, so fucking tight," you groan, keeping pace as her ass bounces hard against your hips. Shallow breathes and unbroken eye contact with her, watching every expression she makes—and fuck, does she make an irresistible sight, staring back and looking helpless, wearing her enjoyment proudly on that beautiful face. "Your fucking ass, holy shit. So perfect."

Her lustful glances, the seductive bite on her lip, and those lewd moans leaving her mouth—they drive your hips more and more erratic.

"Oh fuck, oh god," Yujin murmurs in between harsh thrusts. “Open my ass up and pound me. Wanna—wanna feel it drip out, down my thighs. Fuck me, daddy—"

Good thing you planned on doing that from the start. Not hard to oblige that request either. Your cock impaling the deepest parts of her until Yujin's moans devolve into messy whimpers, meeting every rough slam, ass bouncing against you like she'll never get enough.

You keep a strong grip on her hips, the sweat misting on her body, using your hold for leverage—

"Feeling this big cock so deep—god, fuck, daddy..."

"So glad you brought me to this, Yujin. Filling you up while you watch a baseball game? Think we should get the season tickets next time."

"Maybe after this you could share with me what inning we're on."

"Not a fucking chance."

"Worth a try, daddy," she giggles, before dissolving into a low, breathy moan. There's no cares or concerns about how loud Yujin is, and you don't care if anyone is watching, listening in earshot.

You wouldn’t dare stop until her asshole was a cum-filled gaped mess—until she's filled to the brim like she wants, right in the middle of the packed stadium. Pumping your load deep inside her ass like it belongs there.

"Fuck, this perfect little asshole of yours is going to make me cum," you growl out, falling deeper and deeper in her body, taking everything that you can. You're so close, so dangerously close, that everything becomes a repetitive loop of frenzied thrusts, pistoning hips, and a harsh grip on her sweaty skin. Only one thing left, to pound away that last tiny shred of your resolve.

Yujin looks back expectantly, just a look that makes it impossible to hold back, pounding into her until a sudden warmth spreads through the pit of your stomach.

"Fill up my ass. Want your hot cum in my asshole. Want you to give it to me, daddy," Yujin gasps out, almost begging, as your cock twitches, throbs like its never done before. Now with the finish in sight, you keep your gaze locked—a perfect view of that tight, greedy little asshole, stretched open and swallowing up every inch of you.

With a deep groan, you manage a few final, deep, satisfying pumps before you can't fight against it any longer—nothing you can do about the urge as it spills through, an eruption of your creamy load emptying right inside of her. Yujin throws her head back and follows, a lewd moan when she can feel you flooding in deep, flooding the walls of her tight little ass, clenching tightly around you to milk every drop of seed.

You're too lost to notice the crowd reaction, what could be a game winning hit, score, something—all the excitement is washed away by the coursing pleasure, still slamming away at that ass while the last few pumps fill up Yujin, leaving her as a quivering mess.

“Thank you, daddy, thank you for filling up my ass so good. Such a warm, creamy load—it feels so deep. Nothing better, nothing better than feeling your cock throbbing inside me while you pump me so full."

Never have you felt such satisfaction. Yujin’s warm little hole filled to the brim with your load deposited deep into her ass. But you keep pumping, keep groaning as the high lingers, only until it grows painful to move inside her.

"Should be thanking you, Yujinnie," you say, too drained to actually think straight.

Exhaustion sets in, and all you can manage is staying right where you are. Kissing along that bare skin of her neck, feeling the perspiration that coats her body, yours included. You breathe in her scent, and begin the arduous process of slipping your shaft out of her ass. Inch after inch retreating, a thick trail of cum dripping out her thoroughly gaped hole.

"God, you really flooded me, daddy," Yujin groans, leaning back against you, and catching your mouth to share a brief, slow kiss. "I'm leaking everywhere..."

You're watching, every single drop drip. But it's more of a messy stream as you spread her cheeks, just to watch the remnants of your load escape out of her tight hole. A beautiful mess, really.

"Good."

Nothing else left to say but tired gasps and groans. And Yujin's faint chuckling as the game seems to near its end, looking out the window, your load clinging to every curve.

"Any idea who won?" you ask, falling back against her shoulder.

"Us, obviously," she answers, stroking your cock as her lips linger against yours.

"Yeah, your ass is the real winner."

"Glad you enjoyed," she answers. "Sorry you were bored, daddy."

"Please. I can't wait till the next game."

Yujin pushes her sweaty hair from her face, just to stare out at the crowd slowly leaving their seats. "Good. Me too, daddy."

Another kiss, another few lingering moments of bliss in this secluded little luxury suite. "Should maybe think about leaving before somebody notices I just came deep in your ass with the entire stadium filled."

"Yeah? What are they gonna do, kick us out? Game already ended."

You can't argue with that logic. "Suppose you have a point."

"But there's plenty of food left," Yujin says, nodding her head towards the long buffet table filled to the brim with luxurious eats.

"Kind of had my fill eating your ass, though," you say, planting a final kiss on those soft lips of hers.

Yujin's face flushes bright red, shaking her head slowly. "Some to go then? We did pay for this, you know."

"Yeah. Sure."

You exchange a look before either one of you are capable of movement. Just admiring every inch of Yujin. Kissing her while that ridiculous pair of thin pink panties is still hanging onto her ankles. And somehow, this is all a normal situation—fucking that perfect, gorgeous ass right in the midst of the baseball stadium during the actual game itself, a better feat of strength than stealing home.