Under The Sky (ft. LOONA's Jinsoul)

“We’re here, we’re really here!”

Your wife Jinsoul is two times as excited as you are. Next to you, she vibrates with energy, zooming past you to open the door to your getaway home for the next four days.

Both of you pull your baggage into the house, gasping at the rustic feel within. It felt as if you’d stepped back in time. Jinsoul’s happiness shines brightly, and you are content to stand and bask in her glory.

“Come on! Let’s bring the stuff to the bedroom!” Jinsoul pulls her luggage up the stairs, barreling down the hallway with you in tow. Your wife of three days remained as bright and sunny as she was when both of you began dating, and you adore her to bits. Her excitement fuels yours, and you rush to join her. This was going to be the best honeymoon ever!

Jinsoul doesn’t even bother unpacking. When you wheel your luggage in, she immediately tackles you onto the bed, lust glinting across her doe eyes as she straddles you.

“How about we christen the house?”

“What do you have in mind?” You smirk, resting your hands on Jinsoul’s hips.

“I want to fuck you. Here, now.” No other words were needed. The real honeymoon begins now.

Jinsoul crashes her lips to yours as both of you make out frantically. There was no time for any slow burn towards sex—Jinsoul wanted a good fucking, and you weren’t about to deny your wife.

Within moments, Jinsoul’s dress is on the ground, her bra flung to some corner in the room. You are entirely naked, while Jinsoul’s panties are pushed aside, your tip teasing her entrance.

“Don’t tease me anymore. Put it in, and fuck me until I cum.”

Instantly, you thrust into her hard, hilting immediately. Jinsoul’s loud moans only fuel your lust as you begin to wreck her pussy with hard thrusts. Her legs wrap around your waist as you pound into her, her nails pushing deeply into your back. Every thrust of yours makes Jinsoul groan, and you strive to make her cum as soon as possible. As you pound her, you sneak a finger in to stimulate her clit, which only turns her volume up.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!”

“Shit!”

Jinsoul cums hard. Her pussy constricts around your pistoning shaft, and she screams as she squirts, her juices drenching both your crotches and the bedsheets below.

Your orgasm follows hers immediately. Your body tenses. Pulse after pulse of semen fills Jinsoul’s tight pussy, and you collapse after you empty your balls into Jinsoul.

When you withdraw from Jinsoul, a trail of pearly white cum leaks out of her cunt, as well as some of her slick. Both of you lie on the bed, panting after the exertion of a good fuck.

“Shower with me.” Jinsoul rolls over to you, smiling as she leans over you. “I want you to fuck me while we shower.”

—–

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Somehow, you had the stamina for a second round. Jinsoul holds on to the towel rack for support as you lift one of her legs in the air, your shaft repeatedly thrusting in and out of Jinsoul. Both of you barely even turn the water on before Jinsoul pins you to the wall, stroking you to full mast for a second fuck.

You share torrid kisses with Jinsoul as she showcases her flexibility, supporting herself on one leg while twisting back as she kisses you while being fucked.

“Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph~” is the only sound she makes, aside from the slurping of tongues and the wet claps of your crotch meeting hers. The pleasure both of you receive from the fucking soon tips both of you over your breaking points, and you fill Jinsoul for the second time as she orgasms.

—–

Dinner is a relatively normal affair, but Jinsoul insists on a “post-dinner workout”, which you soon learn involves your cock deep in her pussy as she bends over the kitchen table. You grab her hair into a loose ponytail, gripping it tightly as you pound your wife senseless. She is barely undressed—her shirt is pulled up enough to expose her chest, and her panties hang around her thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Jinsoul squirts around your cock, drenching her panties as you fuck her through her orgasm. Her juices run down her thighs as her hips buck wildly while she screams. Three more hard thrusts into her pushes you to deposit your third load of the day into her.

—–

“Your cock feels so good, oh, oh, fuck, fuck!”

Jinsoul all but demands to ride you before bed, after a change of sheets. Naturally, you oblige—why would you deny a chance for your hot wife to ride your cock? Jinsoul impales herself repeatedly on your shaft, and you warn her of your impending orgasm.

“Jinsoul, I’m not gonna hold on much longer.”

The lust in Jinsoul’s reply tells you she knows exactly what she’s doing. With an evil grin, she leans to your ear, whispering, “It’s okay, baby. Cum for me. Fill my pussy.” She lets a second pass, before whispering the hottest phrase you’ve heard in your life.

“Put a baby in me.”

With a burst of aggression, you grab Jinsoul and flip her over, pounding deep into her with hard thrusts. Jinsoul shrieks in surprise, before they turn to deep guttural moans. You pound her through the burn in your core, the aching muscles of your body willing you to take a break. The only sensation you take note of is the pleasure of Jinsoul’s pussy, and the loud scream that rings next to your ear.

Jinsoul convulses, her pussy so tight it pushes you out of her. Her body rocks hard as violent stream after violent stream of squirt drenches both of you and the bed. Without waiting, you immediately reinsert yourself into Jinsoul, pounding her squirting pussy until you empty your last load of the day into her pussy. Your cock fires rope after rope after rope of thick white cum deep into Jinsoul, who takes it all as she lies exhausted.

It takes all your willpower to fix up hot water for your beautiful, fucked-out wife. Both of you collapse in exhaustion for the night.

—————

Most of the next day is spent resting and relaxing. The activities of the day prior leave both of you aching, but both of you giggle at the hedonistic activities of yesterday.

It does not surprise you that Jinsoul somehow has the energy to want to fuck once more. Both of you shower together again, and naturally, neither of you really shower—you have Jinsoul against the wall as her legs wrap around you. Wet claps from your crotch against hers, Jinsoul’s loud moans, your animalistic grunts. It is almost akin to the night before.

The night ends the same way—you fill Jinsoul with a huge load before collapsing with her post shower.

—————

Clap, clap, clap, clap

Jinsoul’s knees buckle, your cock slipping out of her as she cums hard, her slick running down her thighs and calves.

Jinsoul barely allows you to finish breakfast before jumping you for sex. You sit her down on the countertop in the kitchen after she soaks both you and her in slick, then continue pounding her, chasing your own peak. Hot breaths mix as you and Jinsoul pant with exertion and pleasure. At this angle, you manage to hit Jinsoul’s G-spot repeatedly, driving her wild as she moans unintelligibly, her fingernails leaving deep red marks where she grips on your shoulders and her toes curled tightly behind you. One free hand frantically rubs her clit when you move to suck on her nipple, your other hand pinching and pulling the other. Your thrusts never cease in power and frequency.

The past three days have been spent doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and fucking. Jinsoul has squirted over a fair share of the house, but she demands more sex, which you can’t deny. Your wife is the hottest woman in the world, and you would do anything in the world to make her the happiest as well, even if it means fucking her as many times as she wanted a day.

“I’m cumming~!”

If Jinsoul’s body was the earth, her orgasm is akin to an earthquake. Her body quakes as she loses control, and her waterworks malfunction. As your first load of this day is fucked deep into Jinsoul, she drenches the countertop and the floor of the kitchen, her juices flowing over the edge of the counter and running down the drawers. You pull her orgasming body flush into your embrace, letting both your mutual peaks wash over each other.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Of course.” Jinsoul kisses your forehead, arranging your sweat-matted hair as neatly as she can. “Now, take me to the couch, and fuck me on it until you fill my pussy again.”

—–

Both of you take a break for lunch. Jinsoul manages to control her urges long enough to make food and have a meal with you. With your energy replenished, Jinsoul jumps you on the dining chair.

“I want more of you. Pound me, breed me, make me cum.”

In the shower, Jinsoul moans gutturally as you pin her to the sink. You have her arms behind in a knot, and you fuck her with reckless abandon. Jinsoul somehow looks so much hotter in the afternoon sun, and when she pulls you for a bath, you ensure she doesn’t make it anywhere near the shower.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your beautiful wife screams as she squirts violently, forcefully ejecting you from her. A long continuous stream of liquid fires out of her, soaking her legs, the doors to the cabinets below, and forming a large puddle on the floor. Your grip on the towel around her wrists never loosens, keeping her upright. The stream of liquid between her legs keeps flowing, and Jinsoul falls against the counter, panting.

“Did you just pee?”

“Fuck, I think I did.”

“Oh my god, you—”

“I’m so sorry, babe!”

“No, don’t be, that might have been the hottest thing I’ve seen.”

“Don’t say that!” Jinsoul is embarrassed, trying to hide her eyes from you. “This is all your fault! I said I needed to use the toilet!”

“You looked so hot in the afternoon glow, babe.” You slowly reinsert yourself into Jinsoul’s body. “I needed to fuck you, oh shit…”

As you ramp up your thrusts, Jinsoul rubs her chest against the marble of the countertop, seeking more stimulation. Immediately, you feel your impending release, and you lean to whisper in her ear the following words:

“Piss yourself again for me, babe.”

Jinsoul cums again as you fire rope after rope of semen down her wet, tight cavern. This has to be the eleventh or twelfth time you’ve filled Jinsoul, and you have yet to tire of the feeling of emptying your balls into her. Almost three days have passed with you just having sex with your wife, and both of you somehow aren’t tired of it. Somehow, both your inner demons have come out for the entire duration of this honeymoon, and all both of you crave for is each other.

After dinner, Jinsoul leads you to the couch. Both of you are clothed in pajamas, originally intending for a good rest after all the sex earlier in the day. However, you half-expect the ever-insatiable Jinsoul to try something, and you’re proven right. Your beloved is on her knees over the couch, a towel under her, with her pants down to her thighs, her pajama blouse unbuttoned to expose her bare torso. In her hands, she pushes a bottle of lube to you.

“I want you up my ass. We’re not going to bed until you fuck all of my holes.”

Who were you to reject that desire?

The final day of your honeymoon arrives. Magically, your morning is relatively peaceful (you even get dressed), but you know something is up, with how Jinsoul stares at you with barely repressed lust and mischief in her eyes.

“What’re you up to?”

“Nothing, honey.”

With no evidence to suggest the contrary to the morning possibly changing, you proceed to have breakfast with your wife, who disappears after breakfast, leaving you to do the dishes. You grumble half-heartedly, but soon enough, you hear your wife call you upstairs.

“Coming, honey,” you reply. Up the stairs, down the hallway, to the bedroom..

Wow.

Your wife stands on the balcony, naked under the warm morning sun and cool mountain breeze. Her hair sways with the breeze, and you feel your pants get tighter at the sight of Jinsoul’s perky tits and creamy thighs exposed to you under the light of the sun.

“Hey, wifey.” You join her on the balcony, and she moves to you, wrapping her arms around your neck, joining foreheads with you.

“Today’s the last day, honey. How about one last fuck?”

“Hell yes.”

You join lips with Jinsoul, this time slow and passionate. Somehow, you know that even though the sex this time will still be as wild as the past sessions over the past three days, Jinsoul wanted to take it a little slower. You wrap your arms around Jinsoul’s waist, running a hand up and down her back, feeling the ridges of her spine, the smooth skin of her back, and the curve of her “wings”. Jinsoul squeezes your shoulder, running a hand to the collar of your shirt.

“Join me.”

Jinsoul unbuttons each button on your shirt, kissing you in between each movement of her fingers. She pushes the shirt off your shoulders, and when the shirt falls, she works your belt and pants off. You help her with undressing you.

“Honey, do you wanna use the bed?”

“Nope. Do me here and now under the sun, in the open.”

Jinsoul pulls you to the edge of the balcony, and she leans on it, spreading her legs open, waving her ass in a figure-eight. Her thighs glisten, and a droplet of her arousal falls to the wood of the balcony.

“What’re you waiting for? Fuck me, make me scream, let the world know how much I love your cock.”

Two steps. One hand grips Jinsoul’s hip, the other lines your shaft up with Jinsoul’s dripping pussy. You swipe a few times to wet your cock, and then you slide in, inch by inch until the hilt. Jinsoul releases a loud moan, which you join. Her slick velvety walls hug your shaft tightly, and you relish in the pleasure of being inside your wife once more.

“Fuck, honey, you feel so good around me like that.”

“And I feel so good being this full. Fuck me.”

You begin to thrust from tip to hilt slowly. Jinsoul is exceptionally tight and wet, even wetter than the past few days. Her voice has taken on a rasp that catches your notice, and her moans deeper than before. Was this an unexplored public kink?

“Shit, so good… Faster, honey.”

You ramp up your thrusts until each thrust begins to rock her body. Her asscheeks ripple with each thrust, and Jinsoul has the railings with an iron grip, her knuckles white. Every unfiltered moan released in the air fuels your lust, and the clap of your pelvises meeting provides an unfitting soundtrack for a peaceful morning. Neither of you care about what sinful sounds you make—the only thing that matters is the pleasure you derive from sex with the other.

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

Jinsoul is close to her peak, way quicker than you are. Perhaps it’s due to your hands fondling her chest as you pound her. Perhaps it’s due to your dirty talk in her ear, talking about how much you love her, how much you love being inside her, and how good she sounds when you fuck her. Perhaps it’s because of the public sex—on a balcony, out in the open in the mountains.

“Honey, I’m going to —”

Her words are cut off by a scream as you pound her into her orgasm. The velvety walls from earlier now pulsate around your shaft, sending waves of pleasure up and down the base of your spine as you maintain your thrusts into her. Every withdrawal sends some of her slick splashing to the ground, but you ignore the mess being made in favour of pounding your orgasming wife. However, you soon slip out of her violently shaking body, and you hold her as the waves of pleasure wash over her.

When Jinsoul stills, she turns to you, stroking your shaft slowly. With a hand to the back of your neck, she gives you a peck to the lips.

“You have yet to cum, honey.” She kneels, giving your tip a kiss as she starts to stroke faster. “The only place you haven’t finished on is my face and body. Cum for me, babe. Cover me.”

Jinsoul’s handjob lasts only for a short while before your balls tense. You barely manage to announce your orgasm before your shaft pulses, the first rope of cum firing over Jinsoul’s lips, splashing off them and onto her chest. Your second rope covers her left eye down to her lips, the third over her nose and right eye. Your last two ropes land across her clavicles and breasts, and Jinsoul slows her strokes, smiling as she wipes the cum off her face with her hands. You rush back into the room for a tissue, and you return in time to see Jinsoul lick your cum off her fingers, before accepting the tissue you have in your hands.

“Fuck, that was so good.”

“Never thought you were a public sex kinda gal, honey”

“Sh-Shut up! I’m not!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, honey. Shower?”

“Okay! But no more sex, okay? We need to pack up and leave.”

“Tell yourself that, honey. You’re the one who keeps jumping me.”

“Hmph! How can I resist sex with you? I want you so bad all the time!”

Jinsoul pulls you towards the bathroom. In the shower, she reaches for the knob, but then she turns around with a smile on her face.

“I love you, hubby.”

You nearly lose your shit at how cute she is, but you manage to smile and hug her.

“I love you too, wifey.”