Domestic Drabble 2: Game Night

“I don’t see how this is a punishment for me, Yoona.”

Aside from your lower extremities being exposed to the elements, you make a good point. With the way Sullyoon explained the ‘punishment’, it feels more like the opposite.

“Well Oppa, it’s less of a punishment for you and more of a reward for me.” Sullyoon says with a smirk as her own bottoms are discarded. “Now sit down.”

You follow her order, sitting down on her gaming chair. Just as you get comfy with the leather making contact with your bare skin, sullyoon suddenly grabs your shaft. After a few quick pumps to get your blood running, she turns her back towards you, guiding your length into her entrance before she sits down on your lap. In one swift motion she buries you deep inside her, making you both moan in sync.

“Fuck that’s the spot.” Sullyoon moans. “Now just stay still Oppa, you’ll be like that until I’m done playing.”

True to her word, Sullyoon opens up Overwatch and starts playing, all the while your length is being cockwarmed deep inside of her.

With nothing to do, you rest your chin on her shoulder as Sullyoon leans back against you. Your arms wrap around her waist instinctively as she continues to play. Every so often, you would whisper to her some advice:

“There’s a guy on your left.”

“I think their tank is flanking you.”

“Someone’s waiting for you in the corner.”

“You should get to your healer.”

“I told you there was someone to your right.”

“Oppa!” She shouts, “I don’t need a backseat driver! Just sit down and keep quiet while I play!”

You raise your hands in response, letting her go back to her game before your arm wraps around her waist again.

For a few minutes, you follow Sullyoon’s instructions, silently watching her play while you’re balls deep under her. As you start to get bored, a light bulb goes off in your head. A naughty plan starts to form, and you can’t wait to enact it.

Kegels are a guy's best friend.

Or so you’ve read.

Helps with stamina, virility, also increasing length according to some sources. Also helps with what you have in store for Sullyoon.

You manage a controlled twitch while inside of her, and she definitely notices. A slight shudder goes through her body. Her hand shakes, making her in game camera nudge to the right. She doesn’t call you out yet, so you remain silent. After a minute, you do it again, and she reacts again. You do it again, this time only thirty seconds. Then again after fifteen. Soon, you’re just constantly twitching inside of her, each one having you rub against her walls. She still doesn’t say a word, but the subtle moans she tries to disguise as coughs lets you know it’s getting to her. That is, if the jolts throughout her body didn’t. All it takes is one random twitch that has you rub the right area, making her moan and shake in your hold.

“Oppa…” Sullyoon whispers with a heavy breath.

“If you want me to stop, Yoona, just say it.”

She doesn’t say a word. She tries to continue playing, but her eyes keep darting back towards you, waiting for your next move.

As much as you want to keep up the suspense, you decide to vindicate her patience. Your hands start moving, one traveling down to her thigh, the other sneaking under her zipped up hoodie. Both your hands find her bare skin, rubbing and kneading her thigh and waist. She doesn’t bother hiding her moans anymore (thank god she has her mic muted), but she still tries to put up the facade of focusing on her game. A futile attempt, since your teasing eventually has her break down.

Sullyoon’s arms start to relax, falling away from the keyboard and mouse and to her sides as you continue to tease her. The whole time, you’ve been letting your hot breath linger on her nape and shoulders, an added stimulation that you hope would finally take her over the edge. Your hands tease her even more. On her thigh, you massage slowly going up from her knee to just under her core before you abruptly go back down to her knee. For her waist, you build up your movements, getting close to the hem of her tank top before retreating. It causes her to get restless in your hold, desperate for your touch.

“Oppa…” 

“What’s that, Yoona?”

“Oppa… please…”

“I need to hear you say it, Yoona.”

Sullyoon pauses briefly before she turns her head to you, showing her pleading eyes.

“Please make me feel good, daddy.”

You could never say no to her.

Your right hand finally leaves her thigh, sliding over her outer folds up and down before you start rubbing her enlarged clit in circles. Your left hand breaches her flimsy top, finding her soft mounds in your grasp. You knead and massage her tits, holding on to her soft flesh, letting her hardened nipples dance in the spaces between your fingers before you start pinching and tugging on them. The combination of the two stimulations has Sullyoon moaning even louder, not a single care in her body to bother hiding them anymore. Her body melts into yours, her head resting on your shoulder, her arms and hands weakly trying to reach behind her and grip on to you. She’s squirming— shaking in your hold. You could feel her walls start to flutter around your length.

It amazes you how you managed to turn Sullyoon into a moaning wreck without even a single thrust into her. Just a few twitches along with your hands working on her clit and tits. 

Moans and shrieks start ripping from Sullyoon’s throat at a higher volume and quantity as you bring her closer to her climax. Her inner walls get even more active, letting you know that she’s just barely over the edge. Your hands continue working on her clit and tits as you decide to add one last stimulant to push her over the cliff. You use your chin to pull down her hood, along with pushing aside her hair before you find the soft skin of her neck. You let your hot breath be the only thing making contact for a few moments before you finally move in. Your lips make contact with her soft skin, kissing it, sucking on her soft flesh before—

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Daddy– fuck! I’m cumming!”

Sullyoon starts quivering in your hold, but you don’t stop playing with her clit and tits. You continue working her through her high as her walls start to violently contract around you, her juices gushing around your length and soaking both your thighs and her chair. You’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t edging you close to your own high. You continue to suck on her neck, marking her for god knows the how many-eth time, kissing on the bruise and licking it with your tongue. The moans and expletives coming from her mouth eventually devolve into whimpers, whispers of your name.

When she comes down from her climax, she melts in your embrace. From her reflection on the small mirror on her desk, you can see her face in complete euphoria, her hooded glassy eyes matched with a blissful smile. Labored breaths and whimpers escape from her mouth as she rests on your body. Under her whimpers, you can hear her whisper a singular plea:

“More.”

Fuck it. You pull off her headset and toss it on her table. You reach towards her desk, closing overwatch’s window before shutting down her PC.

You slowly stand up, Sullyoon still in your embrace, your length still deeply buried into her sopping cunt, and make your way towards the bed. 

You’re more than eager to grant her wish.

She may have gone down in rank that game, but the two of you stayed up all night.