Soobly Saturday

Stretch your legs as she mounts you. You move a little, just enough for her leg to settle between your body and the couch. Laying there, still groggy from the nap, you notice the beauty that straddles you: a messy bun atop her head that flings side to side, about to undo itself; a tight, pink top, just the top; and a warmth near your crotch, the only fabric to separate you from it being your thin layer of underwear.

Stretch your arms now, and look at the surroundings. The ceiling fan lazily spins—a poor attempt, but there’s a breeze nonetheless. Specks of dust idly float about, revealed by a pleasant afternoon sun that washes over the living room as it beams through the window. The color of the rays indicate you slept a fair amount more than intended, but that’s what Saturdays are for.

Soobin agrees with this sentiment, but also disagrees. She straddles your supine body as a means of waking you. It works often, as it does just now, and her attentive gaze watches your consciousness resurface after its slumber. She lays on all fours, waiting, her chest lightly brushing yours. Soobin never wears bras in the house.

“Hey.” What a smile. “It’s been three hours already.”

“Oh, it’s…” A moment to calculate, but you ballpark it. “Four already?”

“Four thirty, actually.” The warmth brushes against your length ever so slightly. “Pick up or delivery today?”

“Delivery, I guess?” Your hands find their way to Soobin’s waist, raising her shirt just enough to feel her skin down to her hips. “We still have to finish the series we started this morning.”

“Hmm, true.” A subtle intensity to her motion, slowly increasing in force and speed. “Hungry yet or order later?”

“Later, but not too late. Might feel hungry soon,” you reply as if from a script.

“Oh, any reason why?” Such honeyed words. The coy pretense is addicting.

“Soobin…” You break the playful act, eager to start.

She giggles and lowers her lips onto yours. The kiss is a tease, lips and tongues glide and make you yearn for more. You softly bite, holding her in place. A smile from both and you’re off.

Through the now ardent kiss, Soobin finds a way to sneak a hand down to your underwear and assist you in sliding it off. Your cock is free now, at full force from all her grinding, the added vigor from just waking up a bonus you don’t wish to pass up. The warmth is now heat, slick; Soobin’s arousal grinds on your cock to prepare its entry.

Skin-to-skin contact makes your length ache. At this angle, all you need to do is shift your hips to align, which Soobin understands when you pull away from the kiss and grab her cute, round butt. You knead hungrily, her adorable eyes locking with yours as you both work in sync to get your tip to the entrance hands-free.

Success.

Soobin’s eager smile melts into a soft moan. Pursed lips exhale to make way for your length in full—one slow, continuous motion and you’re buried to the base.

The sex goes by much like the day: it’s slow, enjoyable, intimate. You both revel as your senses heighten with every passing minute. Soobin’s breathing is faster—you are barely able to keep up with the kissing yourself. Her movements, intense to begin with, are now calculated and somewhat selfish as she strives for orgasm. Your hands seem to have grown a mind of their own, gripping her ass harder, kneading faster.

Soobin achieves her goal first with the aid of subtle, upwards thrusting. Her entrance pulses, and all around your length you feel her walls do the same. It’s quick and consistent, your cock now covered in even more of her wetness than before which you feel drip down to your balls.

Her moans aid you in return. Reaching such an intense climax forces Soobin to bury herself in your neck, voicing her satisfaction with alluring tone.

“Fu— ah! I’m cumming!”

Your thrusting picks up pace, no longer subtle nor reserved to help Soobin ride her wave. Through this, you also sense your own orgasm approach. You fuck and fuck and fuck, holding Soobin’s ass in place as she comes off her high and you start yours. Sensing tension and buildup, you bring down the pace once more.

Soobin’s flushed face comes up for air and her glow is to die for. Of all the things, it’s not her plush ass which you can’t let go of, not her soft lips with their heavenly taste, not her angelic voice and the moans it intones, but her face, her expression. The pure, soft, apparent innocence in its euphoric cock-drunk state is what takes you over the edge.

“Soobin, I—”

“I know,” almost a whisper. “Cum in me.”

Her hips sink onto yours and you seem to hit the limit of what her body allows. Soobin watches as your face contorts and struggles to contain the pleasures of climax. Your cock pulses, throbs, and finally pumps its load deep inside Soobin’s anticipating folds. She smiles, somehow lovingly and seductively so, at the thought and feel of being filled with your abundant seed.

Soobin carefully glides up and down your length, mindful of your sensitive state, to squeeze every last drop of cum inside of her. Finally coming off of your high, attempting still to compose yourself and control your breathing, she rises. Seed spills over your used-up cock as you both watch, satisfied with the moment and its outcome.

“I guess we’re both hungry now.” She breaks the silence, which prompts an endearing laugh from you.

“I guess we are.” A quick peck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”