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Taeyeon adjusts her outfit one last time as she looks at herself in the mirror. She feels a little silly in the getup, but she pushes her embarrassment aside and instead focuses on imagining Tiffany’s reaction to her outfit. She can’t help the sneaky smile that lights up across her face at the thought.
She completes the look with a maroon silk robe tied perfectly at her slim waist and thigh-high black pumps. After spraying on some of the perfume she knows Tiffany absolutely adores on her, Taeyeon then steps outside the bedroom and looks around, making sure everything is set in place.
The speakers are playing some jazzy Christmas tunes at a low volume, the Christmas-cookie-scented candles are flickering shadows across the walls, and the fluffy white couch is positioned right where she wants it.
She grins, mentally patting herself on the back for freeing up her schedule that night in order to get everything prepared. She is never one to half-ass surprises like this and is prepared to rock her wife’s world tonight.
The hardworking alpha had been quite busy the last month and a half, with end-of-the-year projects keeping her at the office until late into the night. She’d apologized to Taeyeon profusely, hoping that the woman wouldn’t feel neglected, and she promised that she’d make it up to her once work settled down.
Her sweet, loving alpha.
A shy grin settles on her perfectly rouged lips as she imagines the woman’s reaction to the present she’s prepared for her tonight.
Because tonight, Taeyeon is going to reward Tiffany for all of her efforts and hard work. And boy, is she going to have fun helping her de-stress.
Taeyeon picks up her phone from the sofa and checks for any new messages. Having found none, she re-reads the most recent one she had received from Tiffany: “Almost home :)”
Taeyeon sits on the sofa and tries to stop herself from tapping her feet in a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Tonight—Christmas Eve—is supposed to be the last night of Tiffany’s late nights at the office. The woman had informed Taeyeon that afternoon that she finally closed the deal on her last project of the year, and she had then been preparing for the company Christmas party that would go on till the wee hours of the morning. But she had promised Taeyeon that she will escape the party as soon as she can so that they can spend Christmas Eve together.
And she did, because it’s now only ten in the evening, and Tiffany had texted her ten minutes ago that she’s coming home.
I hope she’ll like my surprise, Taeyeon thinks to herself, a bit nervous about what she’s got planned, but she’s been thinking about it for more than a few weeks now, and she’s come to the conclusion that she’s finally ready. She’s ready to take that next step forward with her wife, and she hopes that Tiffany hasn’t changed her mind about it.
Just as Taeyeon thinks about quadruple-checking her clothes and hair again in the mirror, she hears the echoing of footsteps growing louder, and she immediately stands up. The lock turns, and she remembers that she should be sitting down on the couch, so she quickly runs to it and does so just as the door opens.
Taeyeon watches Tiffany enter the dimly lit room, confusion evident on her face. And then her gaze zeroes in on Taeyeon sitting on the couch. “Tae?”
“Merry Christmas,” Taeyeon says, lowering the pitch of her voice and making it sound as sexy as she possibly could.
Instead of the reaction Taeyeon was expecting, Tiffany chuckles at her. “Merry Christmas, babe. Are you okay?”
“What do you mean?” Taeyeon stands up and walks towards Tiffany slowly, and finally, she sees the spark of interest in her wife’s eyes.
“...What’s with the robe?” Tiffany’s gaze slowly moves down from Taeyeon’s face to her robe, and settles on her feet. “And the heels…?”
Instead of answering, Taeyeon plucks the santa hat from the end table and hands it to Tiffany. “Put it on me.”
“You?”
Taeyeon nods, trying not to smile. Tiffany’s eyes turn molten, and Taeyeon’s body warms when she watches her alpha play along with her command, fitting the hat on her head and flicking the end so that it doesn’t cover her face.
“What next?” Tiffany asks, trying to hide her excitement as she feels her heartbeat quickening.
“You should sit down for this one. On the couch.”
Tiffany stares at her for a few tense seconds, and Taeyeon holds her breath, waiting.
When the alpha makes no moves to sit down, obviously too entranced by the seductress in front of her, Taeyeon internally grins. Bringing up a hand, she places it on the center of Tiffany’s chest, gently pushing her to sit down on the couch.
Tiffany’s eyes never leave hers as she settles onto the white cushion.
“Now, have you been a good girl for me this year, Miyoung?” Taeyeon draws out her lover’s name, ending it in a soft giggle that makes Tiffany visibly gulp. She suddenly leans down, placing both hands on Tiffany’s thighs and squeezing lightly, earning a soft groan from the woman. She then leans forward until they’re practically kissing, but not quite. Letting her warm breath fan over Tiffany’s lips, she asks again, “Have you been a good girl for me this year, baby?”
“Fuck yes,” Tiffany barely manages to say before her self-control snaps and she closes the remaining space between them, capturing Taeyeon’s sweet lips in a searing kiss. The grip on her thighs tighten and Taeyeon swallows her moan, licking her lower lip before pulling back.
Tiffany’s eyes are beyond hazy right now, completely clouded over with lust, “Taeyeon- babe-”
“Shhh.” The omega chuckles, pecking her on the lips as she inches her warm palms further up the woman’s legs.
Tiffany’s breath catches in her throat, and she nearly swears out loud when Taeyeon’s fingers hook into the belt loop of her pants, tugging her forward gently. And she really whimpers out loud when she watches Taeyeon’s gaze drop low, right to the junction of her legs.
“I see that you seem to be thoroughly appreciating the present I’m giving you.” Taeyeon bites her own lower lip teasingly.
“O-oh fuck,” Tiffany curses when she feels Taeyeon’s skilled fingers ghost across the evident bulge in her pants. “Taeyeon-”
The omega then straightens up, hands going to the knot at her waist and it looks as if Tiffany’s trying to burn the silk fabric away with just her gaze. Pulling the belt undone as slowly as possible, Taeyeon relishes in the way Tiffany’s eyes widen in surprise when the robe falls apart, revealing the sexy santa dress she had meticulously prepared for her.
“Oh my god,” Tiffany mumbles under her breath as her eyes drink in the sight of her omega, standing in front of her wearing that.
Flipping her long black hair to one side, Taeyeon lets the maroon robe fall off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She smiles a confident smile, knowing Tiffany loves it whenever she takes initiative in the bedroom. Omegas are usually seen as submissive to their partners and Taeyeon is usually complacent, but she also knows that her alpha absolutely adores her teasing—ate it right up—and tonight, it’s going to be her wicked tongue that will cause Tiffany to beg for her.
Taking one step forward, she nudges Tiffany’s legs apart as she comes to stand in between them. The alpha tilts her head up to greet her as she leans down for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. She suddenly feels Tiffany’s hands grab hold of her waist, tugging her forward, and she yelps in surprise. Steadying herself with one hand on the couch, she bites her lower lip when Tiffany’s hand comes into contact with her ass in a playful smack.
“What’re you up to tonight, you little fox?” The woman beneath her asks, breath hot on her neck as she presses wet kisses onto her pale skin.
Taeyeon lets a moan escape as Tiffany’s mouth latches onto the skin at the junction of her neck, sucking and surely leaving a red mark. The wetness pooling between her own legs is telling her to let Tiffany take control, absolutely screaming at her to give in to her alpha and let her have her way with her. But no. Not yet. Not when she had planned everything so carefully.
So with every last remaining thread of her willpower, she pushes Tiffany back by her shoulders.
The woman below her raises an eyebrow as she watches Taeyeon regain her composure.
“Right now, I’m the one in control,” Taeyeon says, steadying her breath as her eyes drop to the sizable tent in Tiffany’s black slacks. She licks her lips in anticipation, eager to please the alpha.
“You’re the one in control?” Tiffany repeats, a small smirk spreading on her face as she watches Taeyeon’s face.
The woman suddenly drops herself onto her knees in front of Tiffany. Reaching out, she presses her hands onto Tiffany’s thighs, rubbing them up and down.
“And what is it that you have in mind, babe?” The alpha eggs her on, feeling her already hardened cock twitch in excitement as Taeyeon’s hands make it to her belt buckle.
The omega draws her lower lip between her teeth as her deft fingers make hasty work of undoing the belt and snapping open the button of Tiffany’s pants, pulling the zipper down in record time.
“I’m going to unwrap this present of mine. Slowly.” Taeyeon pulls Tiffany’s dress shirt up and out of her slacks, undoing the last two buttons and parting them to expose Tiffany’s midriff.
The alpha feels her skin prickling as it meets the cold air but she’s instantly warmed when Taeyeon leans forward, pressing her lips right onto her stomach. She groans when she feels Taeyeon’s warm tongue tracing invisible patterns into her skin, leaving wet trails all over. “F-fuck.”
Impatient as she is to feel Taeyeon’s tongue somewhere lower, she allows the woman to take her time, giving Taeyeon the control she desires. Placing her arms behind the couch’s back, she digs her fingers into the soft material and closes her eyes, relishing in the way Taeyeon’s tongue feels against her skin.
“Mmm,” the omega softly moans as she removes her mouth, looking up at Tiffany who has opened her eyes. “Baby,” she croons, fingers hooking at the top of Tiffany’s boxers, “Tell me, what is it that you want?”
Tiffany inhales sharply when Taeyeon tugs down, freeing the head of her erection. Her rouged lips curve into a smile, before she leans forward and places a kiss onto the exposed skin, earning a loud moan from the woman underneath her.
“Tell me, Fany-ah,” Taeyeon demands playfully.
“Suck it. Fuck Taeyeon, suck me off.” Tiffany groans when she feels Taeyeon swirl her tongue around the tip of her cock.
The woman wastes no time, enveloping her head into her warm mouth as she pulls her boxers all the way down, exposing Tiffany’s entire length. Giving the underside of the head a few tantalizing licks she gathers a fair amount of saliva and coats the woman’s cock, pumping her hand to spread the wetness down her length.
“I’m going to give you a messy blowjob.” Taeyeon suddenly tightens her grip just enough to cause Tiffany to curse loudly. “And you’re going to sit back and enjoy every moment of it, okay?”
“Oh fuck yes...” Tiffany closes her eyes when Taeyeon takes her into her mouth again, this time working a few more inches in. With her free hand, Taeyeon caresses her balls, putting stars beneath her eyelids as she groans loudly.
Taeyeon hollows out her cheeks, giving her a wonderfully hard suck, and Tiffany has to bite her inner cheek to stop herself from pumping her hips up and just shoving her entire cock into the woman’s skillful mouth.
She digs her fingernails into the couch cushions and throws her head back, letting a moan erupt from the back of her throat, knowing that it would serve to please the omega. Taeyeon loves knowing just how good she’s making her feel.
The omega whimpers, feeling the wetness coat her panties as a jolt of need rushes down her spine at the alpha’s vocalization. She wants so fucking badly to stick a hand into her underwear and give herself some friction, if only to ease the ache just a little bit, but she reminds herself that right now, it isn’t about her. There will be ample time for that later, knowing how much Tiffany loves to please her—maybe even a little bit more than she loves pleasing her alpha.
“Fuck, Taeyeon,” Tiffany pants when Taeyeon releases her throbbing cock with an audible pop, hand continuing to stroke her. The woman looks right up at her, gulping visibly.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Taeyeon suddenly changes her long strokes into short jerks centered around the head of her shaft.
Tiffany doesn’t answer her with words, instead growling in response. “Shit-”
“Swearing will get you on the naughty list,” the omega teases, bringing her lips up to suck on her balls.
“Oh my fucking god-” Tiffany’s hips jerk when Taeyeon takes both into her warm mouth, eagerly letting her tongue play with the sensitive flesh.
Taeyeon then releases her from her mouth, grabbing her by the base of her shaft and halting her movements. Tiffany almost whimpers as she looks down.
“Baby, do you want to come in my mouth?” Taeyeon asks, voice sugar sweet as she licks a teasing stripe from the bottom of her cock right to the aching top that has been leaking pre-cum, adding to the messy sheen coating her shaft.
“Let me come in your dirty fucking mouth,” Tiffany orders, knowing that although Taeyeon is the one currently in control, she’s still her submissive omega at heart.
Taeyeon grins, eyes sparkling under the flickering candle light. “Then lose control for me.” She then takes Tiffany’s cock back into her mouth before deep-throating her entire shaft, having become an expert at taking the alpha’s sizeable length over the years.
She moans when Tiffany’s hands grab the sides of her head, fingers threading into her black tresses underneath the red santa hat as her hips start to jerk, fucking her mouth with no semblance of easing off. Taeyeon doesn’t mind however, even as she feels the frantic pace of Tiffany’s rutting hips causing her hat to fall off her head. Knowing that the alpha she loves so much is feeling so good because of what she’s doing to her pleases her inner omega greatly.
“Oh fuck- oh fuck-!” Tiffany’s breathing becomes labored as she feels the familiar pressure rising in her shaft. “Your hot little mouth is going to make me blow my fucking load baby.”
Taeyeon flattens her tongue along the underside of Tiffany’s shaft, giving the woman the friction she needs.
Tiffany opens her eyes and the sight of her omega, on her knees and eagerly sucking her cock—her face flushed a pretty red and her eyes absolutely begging her to let go—is the last straw. With one more thrust of her hips into Taeyeon’s sweet mouth, she topples over the edge, growling as she feels herself releasing into the warmth that’s enveloping her.
The omega between her legs whines in relief, sucking hard on her sensitive flesh as she draws out the wads of warm cum coming out of Tiffany’s pulsing shaft.
When Tiffany’s hips finally stop seizing, her grip on Taeyeon’s hair loosens, and she sags back down onto the couch, panting heavily. Taeyeon gives her one more suck before letting her cock go with an audible pop, gently kissing the underside of her still sensitive length before sitting back. The woman never breaks eye contact with her as she swallows Tiffany’s load loudly, earning a groan of approval from the alpha.
Taeyeon then brings a hand up to wipe her chin, licking the excess cum off of her lips, “You sure had a lot of cum built up over the long month, didn’t you?”
Tiffany grins lazily before grabbing the woman’s arm, pulling her up and onto her lap, hands on her hips. Taeyeon bites her lower lip when she feels Tiffany’s softening cock press against the skin of her inner thigh, but she doesn’t have time to say anything more about it because the alpha pulls her in by the back of her head into a sloppy kiss.
Tiffany wastes no time in pushing her tongue past Taeyeon’s lips, exploring the warmth that had just sent her mind above the clouds only a few seconds ago. Taeyeon knows that Tiffany can taste herself with every kiss, and she loves how her alpha doesn’t mind doing so every time she gives her a blowjob.
“I love this dirty little mouth of yours,” Tiffany grunts, drawing Taeyeon’s lower lip in between her own. “Almost as much as I love your tight little pussy.”
At her alpha’s words, Taeyeon feels that same jolt of desire run down her spine, causing her to shudder in her grasp.
When Tiffany’s hands squeeze her flesh, Taeyeon moans into her mouth, rolling her hips forward and pressing her body right up against the woman’s. Now that Taeyeon had served her alpha and made her come, the ache between her own legs comes back to the forefront of her mind. She can feel the material of her lacy underwear sticking to her skin, the amount of wetness only serving to excite her even more.
Tiffany lets her mouth go, tracing her tongue along Taeyeon’s defined jawline before moving back down to her neck. She nibbles gently at the sensitive flesh, earning light whimpers from the omega.
“Tiffany- please-” Taeyeon pants, feeling the ache start to become almost unbearable. She needs to feel Tiffany on her flesh, whether it be her cock or her tongue or her fingers.
“Please what?” The alpha suddenly slips one hand from her hips, squeezing the soft skin of her inner thigh.
“Please make me come for you, baby,” Taeyeon begs, knowing just how to get her alpha to please her.
With deft fingers, Tiffany quickly finds the fabric of her panties underneath the dress and tugs, creating a delicious pull that brushes past her sensitive nub. She whines as her nails dig into the woman’s shoulders.
“Hold on to me,” Tiffany orders before she moves to pull her own pants back up. Then, in one swift motion, she pushes up off the couch, biting back a smirk when Taeyeon’s legs immediately wrap around her waist as her arms tighten around her neck. Tiffany’s arms lock under the woman’s thighs and she kisses her cheek.
Quick strides take her to their bedroom, and she almost laughs out loud when she sees the red rose petals scattered over the white bedsheets. Her omega really did go all out to surprise her.
Taeyeon’s lips latch onto her neck, sucking and biting gently when she lowers them onto the bed. Taeyeon gives her flesh a particularly hard suck, and she knows the woman is trying to leave a deep hickey. She chuckles and lets her do so before pulling back.
Taeyeon’s breath is ragged as her chest moves up and down. Tiffany licks her lips before she suddenly rolls off of her, right onto her back and surprising the omega.
“Come here,” Tiffany pulls the woman by the arm, motioning for her to straddle her again which the omega obediently does so. Taeyeon then leans down and captures Tiffany’s lips in a desperate kiss as she starts grinding her soaked core against Tiffany’s already-stiffening length, earning her groans of approval from the alpha.
However, Tiffany knows she needs some time to recover from that last mindblowing orgasm she had just had and decides that she is going to please her omega in another way, essentially returning the favor.
Tiffany takes Taeyeon’s face into her hands and pushes her back a bit, a delicious whimper escaping from the omega’s trembling lips.
“Fany- I need you-” Another desperate roll of her hips tells Tiffany she wasn’t kidding around.
The alpha licks her lips, eyes burning with desire as her hands drop to hook under the lacy material of Taeyeon’s soaked panties. “Lift your hips up.”
Once Taeyeon does so, Tiffany slides the useless garment right off of her, tossing it aside.
“And as much as I love this sexy little outfit…it has to go,” Tiffany murmurs, fiddling with the red strap of her dress. Tiffany lifts the hem and quickly pulls it off once Taeyeon raises her arms for her.
As soon as the dress is off, Taeyeon wraps her arms around Tiffany’s neck once again. “Baby- Please...” Taeyeon sounds like she’s about to cry from sheer desperation. Tiffany lets one of her hands ghost up the woman’s creamy thigh before fully cupping her sensitive mound, letting her wetness coat her palm. Taeyeon throws her head back in pleasure when she finally gets the friction she was dying for.
And then she nearly starts crying when Tiffany removes her hand, bringing her fingers up to lick up the wetness that had accumulated. “Mmm,” she moans in approval, earning a needy whimper from Taeyeon. “You’re already so fucking wet for me.”
“I am,” Taeyeon heaves, breath shallow as her eyes darken at the sight of her alpha eagerly sucking on her fingers.
“Then come sit on my tongue,” Tiffany growls.
Taeyeon simply stares at her, mind stuttering while Tiffany moves them both nearer to the center of the bed. She watches on as Tiffany takes one of the fluffy white pillows and rests her head against it. She whimpers at the delicious friction when Tiffany drags Taeyeon’s soaking wet core against her clothed cock, up against her bare tummy and then pushes it down against her clothed chest.
Taeyeon looks down and she’s met with Tiffany’s blackened eyes, blatantly telling her without words that she’s ready to devour her. “Ride my face, Taetae.”
Fuck. Taeyeon has been waiting for this. It’s been weeks since Tiffany has personally made her come—not counting the amount of times Taeyeon has ridden her own fingers, envisioning that it was her wife’s instead.
A sharp and playful slap brings her back to the present, and she yelps in surprise.
“Baby, you smell so fucking good. Please come here so I can taste you.” Tiffany licks her lips impatiently, but she merely holds on to Taeyeon’s hips, waiting for her to move herself. As demanding as Tiffany is—and even though her inner alpha is telling her to drag Taeyeon over to her willing mouth—there’s something exhilarating about letting Taeyeon take the reigns and find pleasure for herself.
So she waits. Until finally, Taeyeon lifts herself up and positions her core right above Tiffany’s face. She hovers there, panting slightly, and the intoxicating scent of Taeyeon’s wetness is so overwhelming now that Tiffany’s loses herself, her inner alpha taking control of the situation and she pulls Taeyeon down hard towards her.
Taeyeon can’t help the hoarse scream that comes out of her mouth when her slit finally makes contact with Tiffany’s mouth. She screams again when her wife sucks hard, drinking up all the wetness she’s accumulated ever since she had sucked Tiffany off back on their white couch. The lewd noises her wife is making are such a turn on that more wetness leaks out of her, and the sounds become louder, almost muffling out the moans Taeyeon’s constantly letting out at each heavenly lick and suck on her core.
She grasps desperately at the sheets beside Tiffany’s head as her thighs tremble with pleasure, and she tries not to literally sit on her wife’s face in fear of suffocating her. But it doesn’t seem like Tiffany minds, because she grabs her ass and pulls her in further, right as she dips down and buries her hungry tongue inside her.
“Fuck!” Taeyeon moans as she shamelessly ruts herself against Tiffany’s face, wanting that tongue deeper inside of her. “Fany, fuck me, fuck me- oh God-“ she chants, delirious with pleasure. Her ecstasy ramps up when Tiffany reaches up to squeeze her breasts through her lingerie, and she looks down to find her wife watching her so intensely that she has to close her eyes so she doesn’t come right then and there.
But she’s a goner once Tiffany uses one hand to rub at her aching clit in slippery circles as she quickly moves her head from side-to-side, making sure Taeyeon felt her tongue against all of her pulsing walls.
Taeyeon climaxes with a long, glorious moan, as her entire body stiffens and her brain explodes into a thousand galaxies of mind-numbing pleasure. She feels more than hears the vibration of Tiffany’s groan against her, probably due to the amount of wetness she’s just let out.
Taeyeon can barely open her eyes at the moment, and she waits for her heart rate to slow down. Her limbs feel like jelly, so she lets Tiffany push her backward. She was probably unconsciously choking her wife, but she can’t even muster up a murmured sorry as of the moment as she tries to get back down to earth.
Finally, Taeyeon blinks her eyes open, but before she can register what was happening, her hips are lifted, and then she feels her cunt being quickly filled up by Tiffany’s hot, thick length. Her jaw drops and she almost jerks away at the overwhelming feeling, but Tiffany’s hold is too strong and she gets slammed down and filled to the brim.
A choked moan escapes Taeyeon, and she watches as Tiffany’s eyes roll back in ecstasy due to the feeling of Taeyeon’s still-spasming walls wrapping around her cock.
“Oh, fuck baby…” Tiffany groans out as she stills against Taeyeon, letting her adjust to her girth. “Oh God, you feel so good. Ride me. Ride me, Tae. Like the little dirty omega you are,” Tiffany slurs out.
Taeyeon can feel her alpha’s cock pulsing inside of her, and even though she’s still a little sensitive, the omega in her wants to please Tiffany so bad and make her come again. So she shakily pushes herself up with her hands and lets half of Tiffany’s length slip out of her before she slams herself back down, the sound of her skin slapping against Tiffany’s echoing throughout the room.
“Fuck…” They both moan out at the feeling. Taeyeon does it again, and her legs shake so badly that she almost falls to the side if it weren’t for Tiffany quickly holding onto her hips to keep her steady. She gives a sheepish smile in apology to her alpha, and Taeyeon’s heart leaps when Tiffany smiles back at her, eyes disappearing. Taeyeon tries again, but when she moves back down, she groans and can’t help but grind herself in harsh circles, loving the feeling of Tiffany’s throbbing cock hitting all her sensitive spots.
“God, you’re so far gone, aren’t you, baby?” Tiffany asks her breathlessly. Before she can respond that yes, she’s so fucking far gone and Tiffany makes her feel so fucking good, Tiffany lifts her own upper body up and yanks Taeyeon’s head towards her shoulder, allowing the omega to breathe her in and pant against her neck.
Taeyeon immediately sucks on Tiffany’s exposed collarbone, and she tears her hands at Tiffany’s blouse. “Off,” she whines, wanting to feel Tiffany’s skin against her own.
The alpha chuckles at her whiney little omega and gives in to her wishes, quickly unbuttoning her shirt and allowing Taeyeon to yank it off her shoulders. Soon enough, both their remaining clothes are removed—even Tiffany’s pants which were a struggle to take off because Taeyeon insisted that Tiffany remain inside of her.
Tiffany pulls her in for a messy kiss that helps turn the heat up once again, and Taeyeon resumes rocking herself against Tiffany’s hips.
“You’re so fucking big,” Taeyeon whimpers, breath stuttering each time Tiffany is buried to the hilt.
“You fucking love it,” Tiffany teases, and to prove it, she thrusts herself in as deep as she can and circles her hips. She gets the reaction she wants, and she muffles Taeyeon’s moans with her tongue as she kisses her, hard and sloppy and demanding.
Wanting Taeyeon to feel even more pleasure, Tiffany pulls at her hair until they’re looking eye to eye. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” she commands.
The breath-hitching that Taeyeon responds with brings a smirk to Tiffany’s face. Taeyeon moves to get off of her quickly to do as she’s told, but Tiffany stops her with an arm around her waist. “Do it without letting me leave your tight little hole,” she instructs huskily, and she groans when she feels Taeyeon clench at her filthy words.
“Yes, alpha,” Taeyeon says a little cheekily, and Tiffany laughs.
She can’t help but give Taeyeon’s butt a light slap. “Come on, baby.”
Taeyeon finally turns around and gets into position as Tiffany moves with her and kneels behind the woman. She gives a test thrust and groans at the tightness, her cock swelling back to how it was before that little interlude.
Taeyeon mewls at the incredible sensation the new angle is making her feel. She presses her cheek against the sheets as she lifts her butt higher so that Tiffany can keep hitting her pleasure points. “Fuck me hard,” she begs her, wanting Tiffany to lose control and fuck her into oblivion.
“Yeah? You want it hard, baby?” Tiffany pants out as she begins a merciless pace, holding onto Taeyeon’s hips while she pulls her shaft out slowly, only to slam back in until she’s balls deep into her lovely wife.
“Nngh...yeeees…” Taeyeon moans out. “God, you’re so good at fucking me.”
“You’re so good at taking this fucking cock, baby,” Tiffany croons breathlessly. Tiffany’s body is glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and she’s getting tired, but she doesn’t want to stop this. She wants to keep making Taeyeon feel good, so she adjusts herself and thrusts backs in with new vigor, knowing that she’s now hitting Taeyeon’s g-spot. She knows because the other woman’s head snaps back up before letting out an extended whine that gets higher in pitch each time Tiffany drives back into her slick cunt.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God…” Taeyeon’s eyes roll to the back of her head because Tiffany’s fucking her so good and hard and she’s missed this so fucking much. She loves the feeling of Tiffany inside her, making her hers. Claiming her, making love to her. Because sure, they’re fucking each other like goddamn bunnies all the time, but they know it’s not just mere fucking for them. They bring each other to brink of mindless lust and do it until they have to let go and fall, but once they do, the other is always there to catch them. The other is always there to bring them down with lingering kisses and gentle caresses that are quite a far-cry from the hardcore fucking they were doing seconds ago, but are nonverbal ways to show that I’m here and I’m yours, just as you are mine.
Taeyeon feels herself climbing once more, up to that slippery slope of heavenly oblivion, and even though she’s sure Tiffany can feel her walls tightening, Taeyeon warns her all the same. “Fany, I-I’m so close…”
A possessive growl slips from Tiffany’s lips, and she tightens her hold on Taeyeon. Their gazes connect when Taeyeon turns her head to face her, eyes half-lidded and mouth harshly panting, but Tiffany realizes it isn’t enough. She wants to see the stars burst beneath Taeyeon’s eyes as she falls apart, and she wants a front-row seat to the view that she’ll never get tired of seeing.
“Turn around,” Tiffany instructs Taeyeon as she slows her movements from behind the woman. But Taeyeon seems to be past the point of no return, and she moves on her own, thrusting herself back and sheathing Tiffany’s soaking wet cock inside of her aching core.
As much as Tiffany loves Taeyeon losing control over her, she can be a bit selfish, but she’s going to make sure her selfishness is going to be worth Taeyeon’s while.
So she pulls out completely, leaving Taeyeon to thrust back into air, and Tiffany moans as she watches some of their mixed juices spill out of Taeyeon’s wet cunt. Tiffany grips the base of her shaft tightly as she sits on the bed and fights hard not to come from that incredibly erotic view alone. It isn’t hard once she meets Taeyeon’s eyes and sees the look of utmost betrayal on her omega’s pretty face. “I’m sorry, baby,” Tiffany tells her when Taeyeon turns around. “I just want to hold you properly while I watch you come for me.”
Taeyeon visibly gulps at the woman’s words, wanting nothing more than to feel the stretch inside of her again. She tries her best to steady herself, her legs heavy after the intense fucking, and she nearly falls forward onto Tiffany. The alpha catches her, chuckling as she places a kiss on Taeyeon’s sweaty temple. She wraps her arms around Taeyeon’s waist and helps the woman up, biting her lower lip as she feels Taeyeon sinking back down onto her sensitive cock.
She groans when the woman starts grinding her hips slowly, not as hard as she had previously done, given the fact that her strength was starting to fade, but it’s more than enough for the both of them. She wraps one arm around the omega’s slim waist and places her other hand on the woman’s hip, adding her own thrusts to meet Taeyeon’s.
The omega wraps her arms around Tiffany’s neck, fingers threading into her hair as she lets her nails scrape gently against her scalp. She leans forward and presses her lips against Tiffany’s in an off-center, sloppy kiss but realizes that it was starting to become too hard to focus on anything but the feeling of Tiffany’s hot cock throbbing against her inner walls every time she thrusts in.
“Baby-” Taeyeon moans as she feels her climax fast approaching. “I’m- ahh-”
Tiffany lets her tongue trace Taeyeon’s chin before pulling back a bit to admire the almost delirious expression on her wife’s face. A line of drool running from the corner of Taeyeon’s mouth tells her that the woman is so far gone in her lust, in her pleasure, and it satisfies her inner alpha immensely to know how much pleasure she seems to be giving the beautiful omega.
“Come for me Taeyeon,” Tiffany orders, hands squeezing down as she feels Taeyeon start to tighten around her cock.
“I’m so close, Fany-ah,” the omega croons as her breathing turns labored, nails digging into the back of Tiffany’s neck as she slams her hips back down. “Please—”
Suddenly Tiffany leans forward, pushing Taeyeon’s hair out of her way so that she can nose the woman’s neck. Taeyeon’s scent had become thick, indicative of her approaching orgasm and the enticingly sweet smell of her beautiful omega is too much for the alpha to resist. She feels Taeyeon shudder as she lets her teeth scrape against the mating bite that she had given the omega on their wedding night years ago.
“Ahhh-” Taeyeon’s muscles begin to spasm and Tiffany knows the woman only needs one more push to come undone.
One hot swipe of her tongue to soothe the skin, and she growls as she bites down on the sensitive flesh, reaffirming her claim on her omega.
And that does it for Taeyeon.
Tiffany screws her eyes shut as she feels Taeyeon’s pussy start to clench in pulsing rhythms around her. The omega’s high pitched keening fills her ears as Taeyeon throws her head back, completely lost in ecstasy as she topples over the edge, her entire body stiffening as her orgasm washes over her in waves of intense pleasure.
Wanting to see her omega’s expression, Tiffany soothes the reddened mark one more time with her tongue before pulling back, biting her inner cheek as hard as she can as she tries her best not to come right inside of the omega.
“O-oh fuck,” she groans as her grip on Taeyeon’s hips tightens, nails digging into the supple skin as she allows Taeyeon to ride out her orgasm.
Taeyeon opens her eyes to look into Tiffany’s, her mouth hanging slightly ajar and her cheeks flushed rosy. Tiffany’s heart swells at the sight of the beautiful omega in front of her, coming undone for her, right on her cock.
Finally when Taeyeon’s climax starts to taper off, her walls finally laxing just a bit, Tiffany grunts, nudging the woman by the hips, “Tae- please- get off of me babe. I need to come. I’m going to explode-” And she really feels like she would if she doesn’t pull out of the woman right now. Her toes are curling, and she’s pretty sure her nails are going to break the skin of Taeyeon’s hips if she holds on any tighter.
But when Taeyeon’s grip on her neck tightens, her eyes widen.
Because that. Right there. Oh my god.
She nearly comes right then and there.
Because Taeyeon’s just clenched her walls right around her throbbing length that is still buried to the hilt inside of her.
“Oh fu-fuck-! Babe I’m not kidding- get off-” Tiffany stutters in slight panic. She can feel herself starting to swell, the knot at the base of her shaft starting to take shape.
“Stay inside.” The smirk that curves onto Taeyeon’s pretty red lips earns a groan from her.
“I’m going to-”
“I’m ready for it.” Taeyeon suddenly leans in, placing a soft kiss on Tiffany’s lips.
The alpha’s eyes widen when she realizes what Taeyeon meant. They had never tried knotting before because the risk of conception was too great and Taeyeon had told her she wasn’t ready for it yet. But now, the omega is giving her the go ahead, the green light to move forward and it sends her heart shooting into the clouds.
“Merry Christmas, baby.” Taeyeon bites her lower lip as she wiggles her hips, moaning in delight as she feels the beginning of Tiffany’s knot beginning to stretch her entrance.
The alpha groans at the sensation of finally being able to feel Taeyeon’s walls clenching around her completely.
With one more push of her own hips, Tiffany growls in pleasure once Taeyeon’s body blossoms open for her, allowing for her knot to sink into Taeyeon’s tight warmth.
And finally, finally, the sweetness of the woman’s mouth against her own, the tightness of her walls, and the love she has in her heart for the omega on top of her, pushes Tiffany over the edge. Her shaft pulses and she moans into Taeyeon’s mouth as she comes in shuddering spurts, filling the woman with her warm cum.
Taeyeon whimpers, feeling tears brimming in her eyes at the wonderful fullness inside of her. Finally, they are joined in the most intimate of ways.
The feeling of finally being tied with her mate, of finally feeling the stretch of her knot, was so overwhelming, it actually pushes Taeyeon over the edge again, sending her into another spiraling orgasm that has her head spinning. The omega’s quivering walls clench tight, helping to milk out Tiffany’s load into her, and she shudders as she feels the warm, thick ropes of her seed splashing against her walls.
Tiffany breaks the kiss once she finally finishes emptying herself, her chest heaving, “Oh my god-”
“I love you,” Taeyeon breathes, falling forward and pressing her forehead against the woman’s shoulder.
Tiffany closes her eyes when she feels Taeyeon’s tongue grazing the skin of her neck, tracing her own biting mark. She shudders when she feels Taeyeon’s teeth sinking into her flesh, and she turns her head ever so slightly to place a kiss onto the crown of the omega’s head. “I love you too.”
When Taeyeon releases her neck, she pulls back and stares into Tiffany’s eyes, smiling an almost cheeky smile that has the alpha raising an eyebrow. “Did you like your Christmas present?”
Tiffany chuckles, eyes glancing down at their joined bodies, “I loved it. Thank you.”
“Oh babe-” Taeyeon’s eyes suddenly widen when she sees Tiffany’s eyes glistening with tears, “Baby, why are you crying?”
The alpha sniffs, a little embarrassed at her sudden emotional outburst. “I don’t know. I just-” She takes a second to compose herself, leaning forward against Taeyeon as she wraps her arms around the woman’s waist and hugs her tight to her body. “I just love you so much.”
“I love you too, Tiffany.” Taeyeon kisses the side of her alpha’s head, hugging her just as tightly. Her own eyes are also filling with tears.
“Are we really trying for a baby?” Tiffany asks, voice quiet.
“Well I mean- I did let you knot me,” Taeyeon teases the alpha, “I told you I’m ready. We’ve been married for long enough, and I love you.”
Tiffany’s heart swells with the image of Taeyeon, her beloved omega, pregnant with her child. Their baby. The product of their love. She kisses Taeyeon’s collarbone before pulling back.
“And I know how special Christmas is for you,” Taeyeon says, her smile softening as she stares at Tiffany’s adoring eyes.
“It’s special because I get to spend it with you,” Tiffany leans forward, capturing Taeyeon’s lower lip in between her own.
“You’re cheesy,” Taeyeon chuckles against her lips. “Now how long are we going to have to stay like this?”
“Until I can pull out,” the alpha answers. “Why? Is it uncomfortable for you?”
Taeyeon’s heart swells when she sees the concerned expression on Tiffany’s face. She chuckles and threads her fingers into Tiffany’s tresses, combing her fingers through her long hair. “No, it isn’t. It’s actually really nice to feel you like this.” And just to prove it, she pushes her hips forward just a bit, earning a soft groan from her alpha.
“I’m sorry if I was too rough earlier,” Tiffany apologizes, closing her eyes when Taeyeon starts peppering her face with light kisses.
“I like you rough,” Taeyeon teases, causing Tiffany to chuckle. She then leans forward, tucking her head underneath Tiffany’s chin as she closes her eyes, inhaling the scent of her alpha. It comforts her to be wrapped in Tiffany’s strong, warm embrace.
“Was that my Christmas present then?” Tiffany suddenly asks, making Taeyeon grin.
“Why? It wasn’t enough for you?” She asks the woman as she pulls back.
The gleam in Tiffany’s smiling eyes makes her shake her head, grinning as she flicks her forehead jokingly. “You’re insatiable.”
“But knotting feels so good,” Tiffany says, thrusting her hips up just a bit to remind Taeyeon of the delicious stretch inside of her. “You’re so tight and warm, baby.” Tiffany grins when Taeyeon rolls her eyes, knowing that the omega loves it when she praises her. “Besides, if we’re trying for a baby, shouldn’t we keep going at it just to make sure, to increase the chances?”
Taeyeon smiles at the mention of having a baby, hoping that their future child will have Tiffany’s eye-smile. “If you behave for the rest of the night, then maybe I’ll consider letting you knot me again tomorrow morning before everyone comes over for the party.”
Tiffany’s eyes flicker with excitement, “How should I behave?”
Taeyeon taps her on the nose lightly, “Once you can pull out, carry me to the bathtub and join me?”
Tiffany grins, pecking Taeyeon’s soft lips, “Anything for my wife.”
“I love you baby,” Taeyeon chuckles, “Merry Christmas.”
“I love you too. Merry Christmas Taetae.”
“Tiffany?”
“Yes, love?”
“Stop groping my butt.”
“But your butt is my favorite-”
“Miyoung...”
“Yes dear. Your ass is off limits,” Tiffany grins, wiggling her eyebrow. “To anyone but me.”
Taeyeon’s laughter rings throughout the entire apartment. This is definitely going to be a Christmas worth remembering.