Untitled Jiwoo Fic

Her cock. It’s … there, right in front of you, hard.

And you can probably fit all of it right inside your mouth. Wonder how nice it’d feel when she twitches against your tongue.

“I-I told you—it’s small.”

You couldn’t care less.

“I think it’s … uh … pret—”

“There, you dragged out the sentence. You think it’s small, right?”

“—pretty. I was gonna say pretty, Jiwoo.”

She’s already hard. You’d be too if you had a dick. There’s no precum yet, though nothing a few licks can’t fix.

“That’s it,” Jiwoo says, pulling the hem of her pants up, preparing to put her cock back into its fabric confinement. You’re faster than she is, though.

“G-God,” she huffs. “Y-You can’t just—ugh,” and her cock twitches lightly. Her heavy musk latches onto your tongue—heady, salty. Then another lick, she moans.

“W-What the f-fuck are you doing, m-man?”

Despite her protests, Jiwoo thrusts forward slightly closer to your lips, as if she’s secretly enjoying this. Her body responds to your touch, and you couldn’t be more confident about this. A small bead of precum forms at the tip of her cock. Then another lick, she groans.

“Fuck.”

A faint smile escapes Jiwoo’s lips. You see her hands gripping ‌the couch behind her tighter. You begin lathering her shaft with your spit. The tartness engulfs your mouth. She shifts her weight onto the sofa she’s leaning on, all the while rutting in front of her into your wet, warm mouth. Her hand runs through your hair, before gripping the back of your head—tightly. Oh, she’s trying to fuck your face.

Jiwoo’s hips rock into you. The motion grows rougher and rougher with each second. Her moans become more needy and wanton. More and more precum leaks out of her slit. You can taste it on your tongue that’s pressed up against her cute cock.

You’re overexerting. Tears form in the ducts of your eyes. Your breathing rags, and you’re making sounds with your throat. The intoxicating scent of her digit is driving you into a frenzy. Your mind is filled with the thought of her cumming inside your mouth, unloading her balls into you, making you her whore, making you her cumslut.

Her signs surface—tensing thighs, sharp moans, twitching cock that’s ready to burst. You grip ‌her ass tightly, ready to swallow her potent, fertile semen down your throat.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Jiwoo lets out a barely strangled cry when she cums. The first spurt almost makes you heave—how violent it is, how thick it is. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. It gushes down your throat directly into your stomach. Then come second, third, fourth. Her nails dig into the back of your head, making your scalp all red. Her frame writhes violently between you and the poor couch, shooting all of her essence down into you.

She tastes heavenly—perfectly salty, unfairly musky. You’d be happy to slurp down her cum every single day.

Certified cumslut, aren’t you?

Her orgasm subsides eventually. Jiwoo flushes ‌red on her face. The smile persists on her face, though, and there’s something inside telling you she’s wanting more.

Jiwoo just smiles at you, so gleaming with excitement.

“Let’s see if your other hole can take this tiny dick, shall we?”