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Sharp giggles filled the room as Wooyoung hit the mattress, slightly bouncing from the way her girlfriend pushed her onto the bed.
While Yunho settled the black straps on her hips, Wooyoung shuffled back onto the bed until she sat back against the headboard.
Yunho kept her eyes on Wooyoung while she popped open a well-loved bottle of lube. She drizzled some onto the strap and quickly pumped her hand over the purple silicone shaft. Wooyoung bit her lip at the sight, giggles dying in her throat. Her mouth felt dry watching Yunho’s hand work over the monster of a dildo in the harness.
Yunho crawled into the bed after her, the strap hanging heavily from her hips. As the taller woman got closer, Wooyoung finally pulled her shirt up over her head. Yunho hummed in appreciation as she knelt between Wooyoung’s spread, bare legs. The lube bottle was dropped onto the bed beside them, rolling into the divot on the bed until it hit Wooyoung’s leg.
Yunho leaned in to kiss her, fingers getting to work to unclasp Wooyoung’s bralette. They moved together to slip the bra off, and finally the two were both naked, minus the harness strap-on on Yunho’s hips.
As soon as Wooyoung’s arms were free from her bra straps, Wooyoung’s hands grabbed the back of Yunho’s head to keep her close. She kissed Yunho, tongue tangling with her girlfriend’s aggressively, desperately.
She had been desperate ever since Yunho fingered her on their couch and whispered promises about fucking Wooyoung with her largest dick while they “watched” a movie. If asked, Wooyoung wouldn’t even be able to say what movie Yunho had put on. What she did know was Yunho made her come twice with her fingers and once more on her tongue before finally, finally pulling her into the bedroom. Wooyoung’s pants and underwear were still in a pile in front of the couch. Wooyoung had stripped Yunho the second they crossed the bedroom threshold.
Wooyoung gasped as Yunho’s fingers swiped through her wet folds, her lips sticking together slightly and parting with a loud, wet sound. Yunho smiled into the kiss and used the distraction to take control.
Yunho was a lot more gentle than Wooyoung; her tongue moved in lazy strokes over the sensitive skin just inside Wooyoung’s lips, and her teeth gently tugged Wooyoung’s plush lower lip into her mouth.
Wooyoung usually bit hard enough to bruise.
Yunho did little more than coat her fingers with Wooyoung’s earlier release. Yunho then pulled her fingers away, ignoring Wooyoung’s whine, and wet her strap with Wooyoung’s slick. Wooyoung’s eye twitched. It was already wet with lube. Yunho was just purposefully teasing her.
“Ready, Woo,” Yunho asked. Her already deep voice pitched lower, raspier with lust, and the sound of it made Wooyoung squirm.
Wooyoung nodded quickly. “I’ve been ready for the last hour!”
Yunho snorted and shuffled back, grabbing Wooyoung’s thighs and pulling her down the mattress until she was flat on her back. Yunho hummed and pulled Wooyoung’s lips apart with her thumbs, leaving her completely exposed to Yunho’s scrutinizing eyes. “Hmm, I don’t know. My cock is pretty big, and you’re so small. I'm not sure it'll fit.”
Wooyoung glared at her girlfriend. Yes, the purple one was the biggest strap they owned, but Wooyoung was a champion. She never met a toy she couldn’t take. She had been fucked that one plenty of times. Yunho was just dangling Wooyoung’s size kink in front of her. As if Yunho didn't absolutely love their size difference too. She constantly gushed over how cute and small and petite Wooyoung was compared to her.
And maybe Yunho wanted Wooyoung to beg, but she would deny that vehemently if ever called out on it.
“Yunho, come on,” Wooyoung whined. “Stop stalling.”
“I’m serious, Wooyoung,” Yunho said, not sounding very serious. Wooyoung arched off the bed with a sharp gasp as three fingers suddenly plunged back into her. “Seriously. It’s a miracle you can even take my fingers. My cock’s going to break your cervix.”
“Yu—Yunho. Just fuck me already.” Wooyoung complained.
It wasn’t even close to the begging Yunho wanted, but Yunho seemed to be just barely hanging on too. Yunho leaned over Wooyoung, one elbow holding her weight up just beside Wooyoung’s head, effectively caging her in with her much taller frame. Yunho pulled her fingers back until just the tips remained before repositioning the digits so her pinky could slide in too. Wooyoung’s body opened to her with ease.
Ever impatient, Wooyoung grabbed the base of Yunho’s strap. It wasn't as heavy as a real cock, nor anywhere near as hot as one would be, but Wooyoung still groaned a bit at the weight of it in her hand.
Her eyes flicked down Yunho’s long, lithe frame to see the strap on. It was fitting that her girlfriend would have a giant dick. It was proportional to the rest of her. The thing was long and thick, with the perfect slight curve up. And while Wooyoung absolutely could take it, it was going to destroy her.
Wooyoung loved it.
If she weren’t so needy, she would have loved to get her mouth on it. Maybe she still would when she repaid Yunho the favor.
Wooyoung tipped her head back to look down at Yunho. She schooled her expression into one of pure sin, gazing at Yunho with such want that there was no way her girlfriend wouldn’t give in.
Wooyoung eagerly wrapped her legs around her waist as Yunho gave her fingers a few more thrusts just because she could before pulling them free with a sound so loud Wooyoung would be embarrassed if she had any shame.
Wooyoung quickly lined up the blunt tip of the strap. “Yunho, come on, baby. Make me take it.”
Yunho’s resolve crumpled. With a soft whispered “fuck,” she pushed forward.
Wooyoung’s hands twisted in the sheets as the dildo slowly entered her. Yunho paused every so often to let her get used to the silicone splitting her open, before pulling out and rocking forward just a bit more. Her thighs were tense around Yunho’s waist.
A moan left Wooyoung’s kiss-swollen lips when Yunho finally bottomed out. Yunho’s head dropped into Wooyoung’s neck with a little sound that made Wooyoung laugh breathlessly.
No longer needing to hold the strap, Wooyoung’s finger tangled in Yunho’s brown hair. She urged her face up to capture her lips in another kiss. Yunho was quick to comply, licking into Wooyoung’s mouth with so much fervor that it was like she could really feel the way Wooyoung’s walls contracted around the dildo as she tried to get used to it.
When Wooyoung relaxed her thighs around Yunho’s waist, Yunho took that as the sign to move.
The first thrust back in had Wooyoung’s eyes rolling back into her skull.
“You’re so wet,” Yunho moaned. Her hands gripped Wooyoung’s thighs as she leaned back to watch the strap slowly roll in and out of Wooyoung’s cunt. “And you’re so fucking tight, even after taking four of my fingers.
Wooyoung smacked her shoulder. “Don’t say it like that! You can’t even feel it.”
Yunho retaliated with a hard thrust. “You feel a lot more than you think. You should try it sometime.”
White static filled Wooyoung’s brain. The thought of Wooyoung pinning down Yunho, wearing the black leather straps of the harness and fucking her with her own strap-on, had Wooyoung’s brain short-circuiting. “Oh fuck,” she said eloquently.
Yunho tore her eyes away from Wooyoung’s pussy to look at her face. She had the nerve to smile. Not even teasingly. Just overly excited, like the golden retriever she was. Her tail would be wagging so hard right now if she had one. “Yeah? You wanna try it sometime?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Wooyoung nodded.
Yunho beamed at her. A hand slid down Wooyoung’s thigh until her thumb bumped against her clit. Wooyoung moaned as Yunho rubbed circles around her swollen, already previously abused clit. “Oh, wow. Awesome! I didn’t think you would be into it since you're usually such a pillow princess.”
Wooyoung’s head shot up. “What!?”
“You just lay back and let me do whatever I want.”
Wooyoung huffed. “I reciprocate, though!” She always made sure Yunho came too. She wasn't one to leave her high and dry. No shame to those who that dynamic worked for, but it wasn't them. Yunho wasn't a stone top, and Wooyoung wasn't a pillow princess, thank you very much.
Yunho added firmer pressure on Wooyoung’s clit, making her choke on a gasp and drop her head back against the pillow. “That’s not a bad thing. I like that you're so pliant for me.”
Mollified, Wooyoung relaxed back onto the mattress. “I’m more surprised you want me to fuck you.”
“Not with this one.”
Wooyoung laughed in faux-disbelief. “What? Why not!”
Yunho huffed. “You can use the pink glittery one.”
The glittery one was a humble 5 inches, half the length and thickness of the one Wooyoung had inside her. Wooyoung was the size queen between them, not Yunho. If it was up to just Wooyoung, all their straps would be 7 inches minimum. Yunho, on the other hand, didn’t like the feeling of silicone smashing against her cervix like it was trying to break through right into her uterus. Yunho barely even took dildos, preferring wands or rabbit toys vibrating away until she came.
Even though they preferred different things in the bedroom, they both knew exactly how to take the other apart. It was a pleasure to learn over the last two years exactly what made the other tick and squirm. They were experts by now.
Wooyoung focused on the drag of Yunho’s strap against her walls. She was so sensitive from earlier orgasms that the drag felt that much better. The pleasure wracked through her body, from the top of her head down to her toes.
“How’s it feel,” Yunho asked as she rolled her hips in a deep, filthy grind, just the way Wooyoung liked it. The knot in Wooyoung’s guts tightened.
Wooyoung knew exactly what she wanted to hear. And while Wooyoung wasn’t going to stoop to begging (again—she already had when Yunho was eating her out earlier), she could do this easily. Yunho was such a golden retriever.
“So good, Yuyu. Making me feel so good.”
Yunho let out a weak breath. “Yeah?” She tucked her chin into her chest as she slid almost all the way out, thrusting back in harder than before.
“Yeah,” Wooyoung breathed out. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as pleasure built. Her hands found Yunho’s shoulders, nails biting into the skin. Yunho didn’t seem to mind, though. Wooyoung couldn’t keep in her moans, nor did she want to, not when she knew Yunho loved hearing her. “Fucking me so good, Yunho. So fucking perfect.”
Yunho’s thumb dipped down off her clit just long enough to get it wet with Wooyoung’s slick. When her thumb returned to Wooyoung’s clit, she played dirty. Her thumb circled around it, making sure to give the right side more pressure since she knew Wooyoung was more sensitive on that side. Yunho’s eyes flicked back and forth between watching Wooyoung nearly drooling and the way Wooyoung’s pussy sucked her in.
Wooyoung tried her best to keep her eyes open, wanting to look at Yunho. She was flushed beautifully from the effort, from the tips of her ears staining down to her chest. Sweat prickled along her hairline, a bead of sweat running down the side of her neck. Wooyoung wanted nothing more than to lick it up.
Actually, maybe more than that, she wanted to come.
“I’m—fuck!—so close, Yuyu,” Wooyoung gasped out. “Ah—come on.”
She yanked Yunho down so she could kiss her. It was messy, an uncoordinated clash of tongue and spit-soaked lips. Yunho, sweet, sweet Yunho, moaned as if she was the one getting fucked. Wooyoung couldn’t help squeezing her legs around Yunho’s waist again as she readjusted, finding the perfect angle.
It all became too much for Wooyoung. Her stomach twisted up in knots, tighter and tighter as euphoric pleasure washed over her. It left her tumbling, shaking apart under Yunho as she sobbed and moaned. Yunho dutifully kept pistoning her hips, only slowing down to a stop when Wooyoung went silent.
Yunho kissed Wooyoung's neck and shoulder. “You okay,” she asked as Wooyoung still shook with aftershocks of pleasure.
“So good,” Wooyoung answered. She cleared her throat when her voice came out weak. Her body felt like jelly, satisfaction melting her body in a way only a particularly good fuck could achieve. “I can’t feel my legs.”
Yunho snorted and pressed a kiss to the tip of Wooyoung’s nose. “I’m pulling out,” she warned.
Wooyoung bit back a whimper at the loss. Yunho moved to pull the harness off, but Wooyoung stopped her, moving with more energy than she thought she had left to grab Yunho’s wrist. “Wait.”
Yunho’s eyebrows shot up. “You want more?”
Wooyoung sat up with a groan of effort. “Let me suck it.”
Yunho’s jaw dropped, and a soft little groan left her lips. “O-okay.”
Wooyoung snickered at her. She crooked her finger to coax her closer. Wooyoung fluffed the pillows up behind her as Yunho crawled closer, a knee on either side of Wooyoung’s hips. She loved how Yunho towered over her. One of Yunho’s large, warm palms cupped her cheek. Wooyoung smiled and nuzzled into the touch.
Wooyoung’s gaze slowly traced down Yunho’s body, and her eyes caught on Yunho’s thighs. She was soaked, leaking down her inner thighs. Wooyoung let out a low whistle at the sight. “Wow, Yunho,” she commented teasingly. “Got yourself all worked up over me, huh?”
Yunho had no shame. Something they both had in common. She nodded. “You’re hot. Can you blame me?”
The compliment made warmth bloom in Wooyoung’s chest. Unable to come up with a response, Wooyoung grabbed the base of the strap. It was still wet and tacky from her own release, but it wouldn't be the first time she’d tasted her own cum, though this was much more direct than tasting herself on Yunho’s tongue.
She made a show of it. She kept her eyes locked with Yunho’s bright, hooded ones as she leaned forward with her tongue out. Slowly, she circled her tongue around the purple silicone tip. Wooyoung could hear the thick swallow Yunho made. Spurred on, Wooyoung wrapped her lips around the head.
“Fuck,” Yunho breathed out. Yunho’s reaction made putting up with the mixed taste of her own slick and silicone worth it. Yunho’s hand pushed Wooyoung’s bangs back so they could look at each other better. Yunho’s pupils were blown wide, her eyes a bit glassy. “You look so good like this.”
Wooyoung smiled the best she could with her lips stretched wide around the dildo’s girth. She bobbed her head up and down the strap, making sure Yunho watched her every move. Her hands settled on Yunho’s ass to hold her steady.
Yunho’s hand moved to the back of Wooyoung’s head, and she guided her down further onto the strap. It bumped against the back of Wooyoung’s throat, and she gagged around it. She was out of practice, not having been with someone with a real dick in quite some time and not often sucking the strap.
Yunho didn’t mind; in fact, she seemed to like watching Wooyoung choke on it. “See? What did I say? You can barely take all of me.”
Wooyoung squeezed her eyes shut with a whine. She opened her mouth wider, willed away her gag reflex, and forced the strap into her throat. When a bit of drool escaped the corner of her lip, Yunho’s thumb was quick to wipe it away. The digit ran over Wooyoung’s stretched-out bottom lip.
Finally, Wooyoung rewarded Yunho’s endless patience. Yunho didn’t even notice Wooyoung reaching for the lube. Wooyoung let out a debauched, though muffled, moan to cover the sound of the cap clicking open. She coated her fingers quickly but liberally.
A hand snuck between Yunho’s legs. She simply cupped Yunho’s pussy. The first thing Wooyoung noted was that it was so hot, burning Wooyoung’s palm. The next thing she noticed was that Yunho really was just dripping.
Yunho keened, her hips rutting against Wooyoung’s palm. Subsequently, it rammed the strap down Wooyoung’s throat.
Wooyoung pulled off with a wet cough. Before Yunho could ask her if she was okay, though, Wooyoung adjusted her hand and, without any preamble, shoved two fingers deep inside her.
Yunho gasped and nearly doubled over, palms slapping against the wall behind Wooyoung. Wooyoung smiled up at her, even as she panted for air.
“So worked up,” Wooyoung purred. Her throat was fucked.
Wooyoung rocked her fingers slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her. Yunho whined, a high and airy sound that Wooyoung didn’t hear too often from her girlfriend. Her fingers pumped in and out of her. Each thrust of her fingers created obscene squelching sounds. Yunho’s eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
“Look at me,” Wooyoung demanded.
Yunho’s eyes flew open. Wooyoung smiled and crooked her fingers just right, hitting the spot that always made Yunho’s thighs shake. “Oh fuck—!”
Wooyoung raked her eyes up and down Yunho as the taller woman trembled. Yunho’s hips kept making aborted little thrusts as she tried to get Wooyoung’s fingers deeper. Merciful as always, if you asked her, Wooyoung ground the heel of her palm against Yunho’s clit. As Yunho sobbed in pleasure, Wooyoung took the strap back into her mouth.
“Ngh, fuck, Youngie,” Yunho cried.
And to think Yunho had called her a pillow princess. Here she was doing all this for her.
Okay, and maybe for herself. She couldn’t help but want to feel the weight of the strap on her tongue. She made it her personal goal to be able to take all of her. She timed the thrusts of her fingers with each bob of her head.
A shudder ran through Yunho’s whole body. “Woo, I’m gonna—oh shit—I’m gonna come soon,” Yunho gritted out.
Wooyoung wanted to be a brat, say something teasing, make a cheeky remark about how quick that was. That would mean taking her mouth off the strap, though, and that was unthinkable. Plus, Yunho had been patient, obedient even, making Wooyoung come four times without so much as a breath against her own cunt the whole night.
Wooyoung inhaled deeply through her nostrils before she lowered herself further onto the strap. It met the resistance of the back of Wooyoung’s throat, but she persevered. Pushing through, Wooyoung sank down. Her nose squished against Yunho’s lower stomach.
Yunho cursed above her. “Holy shit.”
Wooyoung scissored her fingers apart, stretching Yunho out wide. She snuck in a third finger and watched Yunho’s stomach muscles tremble.
Regrettably, Wooyoung had to pull off eventually so she could breathe. She heaved for air, but kept her mouth busy. She peppered kisses on Yunho’s stomach. Her fingers twisted and curled, rubbing insistently on Yunho’s walls. “Come on, Yuyu. Do it. Come for me.”
To really play with the visual of the strap, Wooyoung opened her mouth, lolling out her tongue and letting the head of the dick rest on it. Like she was asking Yunho to shoot cum down her throat.
Yunho’s mouth hung open in shock. Wooyoung thrust her fingers, one, two, three more times, and Yunho snapped. She doubled over, hand fisting Wooyoung’s hair and unintentionally pushing the dick into Wooyoung’s mouth. A deep moan left Yunho’s mouth, and Wooyoung felt her walls spasm around her fingers.
Wooyoung didn’t let up. She kept fucking her fingers in and out of Yunho through her orgasm and beyond.
Yunho whined and grabbed Wooyoung’s wrist. “Stop, stop, s‘nough,” Yunho slurred and straightened up, allowing Wooyoung to pull her mouth off the strap again. Wooyoung snickered as Yunho pulled Wooyoung’s fingers out of her.
Much like the ridiculous and frankly sexist myth that the female orgasm wasn’t real, there was also the myth that people with vaginas had no refractory period. Yunho was proof that that wasn’t true. While Yunho could pull back-to-back orgasm after orgasm out of Wooyoung all day long, Yunho, on the other hand, both hated overstimulation and needed at least ten minutes to come down between each orgasm before her body could even think about coming again.
Wooyoung gave a content sigh. “Good?”
Yunho gave a nod, then she flopped on her back beside Wooyoung. Wooyoung immediately scooted down the bed, rolling onto her side and using Yunho’s boob as a pillow. Yunho had to use one arm to try to take off the harness of the strap-on. Wooyoung took pity on her and helped. Once the straps were off her long legs, Yunho tossed them to the foot of the bed to be dealt with later.
Wooyoung listened to Yunho’s rabbiting heart slow to a more regular pace. Yunho’s breathing slowly evened out too. Once their bodies were more regulated, Wooyoung lifted her head to look at Yunho.
“So. Tomorrow morning before you go to work, I get to fuck you, right?”
Yunho grunted and smacked her shoulder. “Take a nap.”
That obviously was a yes. Wooyoung smiled and laid her head back down, letting her eyes close, ready to do exactly that.