Show of Strength

Of the many unknowable things in the world, one that never ceases to baffle you is why girlfriends love to start random fights with boyfriends. You were not spared from this tonight, as your girlfriend Haewon suddenly pokes your ribcage hard in the middle of a reading session.

“Ow! What was that for?!,” you exclaim.

“Nothing,” she replied coyly.

Despite further attempts to continue reading, she wouldn’t stop messing with you. It didn’t help the poking actually hurt.

“Yah! What do you want?”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. It’s not my fault if you’re ticklish,” she taunted, gesturing to poke you again.

You both play chicken for a few minutes on the bed, her trying to poke you more, you trying to catch her hands. When you actually managed to, you tickled her back, albeit less painfully (like the good boyfriend you thought you were). Thinking a dose of her own medicine would calm her down, you stop and settle — only to be poked yet again.

“Yah! You wanna die?,” you challenge her.

“And what exactly are you gonna do, huh? You just don’t want to admit I’m stronger than you,” she rebutted.

“Really?,” you retort, leaning closer to her. “You’re just a baby. My baby. You think you can throw hands against me?”

She greets your challenge by leaning right up till your noses touch. “This baby won’t need hands to make you squirm.”

You’re pretty sure you know exactly she’s going with this, because the retort alone sent a twitch inside your underwear. But fisticuffs or otherwise, you weren’t going to back down from a fight.

“Prove it,” you challenge.

There’s a second of dead air as both of you wait for the right moment to pounce on the other. And like two beasts grappling for dominance, you grab each other tightly and exchange sloppy kisses.

With such feral behavior, it’s no surprise you both made light work of basically ripping the clothes off each other. But this was a competition, a race. Blocking access to your already hard member was key to making sure Haewon didn’t catch you lacking. You distract her by kissing her where her jaw and neck meet — a sensitive spot for her — to take off her nightgown and play with her small but perky tits.

You’re too engrossed in licking her nipples and savoring the sound of her moans to notice her hands have gone inside your briefs completely, forgoing the process of taking them off. Her grabbing your length with frantic but delicate force sent jolts up your spine and out your mouth.

Haewon forced her way off your grasp and down your torso, and without a second of hesitation takes you into her mouth and all the way to her throat. The pleasure-driven profanities that come out of your mouth are enough to warrant a scrubbing, because Haewon was in love with your dick and knew how to suck you dry. She’d alternate between licking the slit of your tip, then around the head, before deepthroating you until she gagged — a sound and action she knew sent you over the edge.

Two can play at that game.

You used your bigger body to force Haewon’s hips over your face, and pulled her in hard to bury your nose and tongue into her pussy. The complete sensory overload — the smell, the taste, the feeling of squirt building up and caking your face — kept you going as you willingly suffocated yourself in her core.

Now comes the tricky part: who would yield first. As you felt her loosening up, you sacrificed a hand forcing her over you to start toying and circling her engorged clit. The sensation was enough to get Haewon to give you much needed relief from going over the edge, but all the slobber left your dick lubricated enough for her to jerk you from base to tip, and that made it harder to focus on her.

You could feel your climax coming, but you could also feel Haewon’s high right beside yours. Her moans were enough motivation to get past the burning sensation in your arm and tongue, struggling to finger and lick her as fast as you could. But Haewon brought your dick back into her mouth, deep until her nose met your balls.

As the cum rushed out of you, you give one final thrust into Haewon, forcing her to swallow all you had to release. So too does Haewon squirt all over your face, the liquid nectar making you smile in satisfaction from your success. She dismounted you, and you both lie on the bed, wheezing for air, hearing each other’s moans and sighs to catch your breath, just for a few minutes. Honestly, you were pretty winded already.

But before you could negotiate a ceasefire, Haewon suddenly mounted your still rock-hard but sensitive shaft, sending ripples of overstimulation through your hips and thighs. She also did not seem to have any intent of taking it slow, because she started ramming herself onto you hard and fast.

“Ah, hah, shit Haewon, slow down, I’m still sensitive, holy shit…” you try to bargain, but Haewon’s lust for victory and otherwise was unbeatable.

“You think— you’re so— tough, huh?— Why don’t you— push me off— Thought you were— stronger—,” she taunted in between heavy breaths.

She continued to slam her pelvis into yours, fast enough to stimulate you past the point of being able to move. You gasped, giggled, and squirmed for pause, but Haewon is relentless, until you feel more cum start rushing through your shaft.

“Fuck! Wait! I’m gonna cum!,” you try to warn her, but it’s too late. Your seed burst inside her, somehow twice as much as before and leaking past her folds.

Haewon breathes heavily, trembling as she tried to ease herself off you and on to the bed, lying on her side. The whole ordeal of feeling her tight walls still clamp around your dick on its way out left your body trembling as well, and your dick twitching. You can’t help but jam your eyes shut and lay in silence, trying to let the flurry of sensations pass.

But Haewon’s body was also trembling and squirming, apparently having orgasmed as well.

Again, you try to muster the strength to beg for truce at a 2-2 tie. But in your blind stupor, she crept closer and started to slowly tease the length and tip of your throbbing member with her fingertips.

“I believe… this is the tiebreaker, baby,” she mutters, with extra angst in your pet name. You groan and buck, trying to get her to stop, but she lays her entire torso over your abdomen, pinning you down.

You hiss with clenched teeth from the overstimulation. “Fuck! Okay! You win! Stop! Fuck!,” you cursed, wanting the torture to stop.

“Game’s over when you cum, baby,” Haewon growls. “All you have to do is…,” she trails off, before suddenly jerking you fast, with all her remaining strength.

You yell and writhe underneath her, your body incapable of doing anything. It was torture, and while you wanted it to truly end, the deep-seated lust — maybe even the arousal — from being turned into Haewon’s plaything clouded your thoughts with only her. Haewon thoroughly enjoyed it as well, giggling with every attempt of yours to get her to stop.

Your vision started to black at the edges, your breath held as you reached your third climax of the night. You release nothing but clear spray, drained completely of cum, and Haewon weakly giggled in pyrrhic victory, herself gasping for air, limp over you.

You release the tension from your eyes, and you see stars before getting knocked out completely.

You woke up in the same position, except Haewon is lying by your side, propped on an elbow, trying to shake you awake. You’re still lightheaded, but you hear her groaning like a kid.

“Aigoo… I’m hungryyy… I want some McDonald’s… Wake up already…,” she whined with a pout.

Groggy annoyance aside, her whining was still cute as hell. How could you say no?

“Okay, you big baby. You won, so it’s my treat. Hand me my phone.” Losers can’t be choosers, I guess.