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It’s around 9 PM on a muggy July evening and Daeyoung is already being shoved into the back row of his car and manhandled against the leather of the carseat - it takes him thirty full seconds before he even realizes that Yushi is jumping him. Which is probably indicative of the fact that he is not exactly on his A-game today.
“Noona,” he breathes. He’s a little confused - or not confused, really, but rather disoriented - and then there’s a hand pressing his chest back, back, back against the cup holder, until it digs hard into his lower back. And he is admittedly not complaining about the… erm. Physical nature of this.
“Daeyoungie,” Yushi noona purrs. She’s still half out the car door, half looming over him. In the dark of the parking lot her smile is almost menacing. You can see her teeth gleam. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
Daeyoung gulps. Well. Maybe he should’ve seen this one coming.
Just for the record, it’s not like today was any different than their usual dates. Nor was it supposed to be. They’ve both been swamped with the end of the semester approaching and Yushi was the one who proposed they drive down to Gangneung for a weekend away. She even found a cat cafe and a good restaurant. It meant Daeyoung would have to drive them nearly three hours out of Seoul, but that wasn’t a big deal - and even when Yushi noona asks for things that are a big deal, it’s not like he ever says no to her. So.
The date itself was nice. Their dates are always nice but today was especially nice. They walked along the beach barefoot and then stopped by the cat cafe. Yushi dressed up a bit more than usual - a long skirt, one of those cute blouses Riku got her from a boutique in Hongdae - while Daeyoung dressed the same as he always does - loose shorts, an oversized button-up - and they got a couples discount on their drinks because the ahjumma who ran the place thought they looked good together. Which was nice of her. The drinks were good and so were the pastries and also Daeyoung got to take a lot of well-angled shots of Yushi with the cats.
“You know they don’t usually warm up to people so easily!” The Auntie told them when they came in. Except the second the two of them sat down, every feline in the building was immediately drawn to Yushi like she was a cat magnet. Which was very, very cute. Especially since Yushi’s usual stoic stare only morphed the tiniest bit; lips turned up in the corners, pleased like a cat that got the cream.
“Cute,” she said. Almost smug. She’ll find a way to brag about this, surely, because Tokuno Yushi is a menace on principle.
“It’s like they’re your babies, noona,” Daeyoung cooed from behind his phone camera. Ryo says these days his vibe is more middle-aged dad than college-aged boy and honestly, he’s not upset about it. Especially since he knows one of these photos will make a great new lockscreen. He grins. “They look just like you. With their kitty faces and everything…”
The comment was just a fond one - because Daeyoung is a whipped idiot and Yushi knows that better than anyone else - but that only made his noona smirk at him.
“Then does that make you the Appa?” Yushi asked him. “You wanna be the father of my babies?”
And honestly speaking, that was probably the first sign that she’d try to pull something today. Daeyoung’s usually good at catching those kinds of things but he was too busy stuttering and going bright red, caught off guard in the quiet of the cafe. But that’s because there have been times, on occasion, he has daydreamed about things. Like… specific things. Things like noona with a ring on her finger or something equally stupid even though Daeyoung is only twenty-two years old and also not legally permitted to marry any woman at all given the “F” on his ID. But a guy can still dream, can’t he?
“Noona!” His face went red. “Don’t- don’t say those things!”
He was embarrassed enough to mean it, and yet Yushi’s smile was as cool as ever. She just shrugged. “I guess I’ll go have to find another husband, then.” And then when she saw the admonished look on his face, she laughed.
Neither of them meant much by any of it and even so Daeyoung had only protested even more. Though that’s typical for them - the teasing and the bickering and the embarrassment. They’ve been dating since high school. They’ve been dating since before Daeyoung was even a boy. Yushi grew up in the house next to his, and Daeyoung’s older brother, Sion, has always been very close to her, so things just kind of… came together. But maybe that was due to the musical theatre of it all.
(Things happen when two girls rehearse their lines together, okay? Especially the kissing parts. Daeyoung’s not going into specifics but he can owe the existence of his relationship to West Side Story. Thank god for the medium of stage performance.)
But it’s already been years since their days of sneaking around the theatre club. Now they’re in uni and living together in a very cramped, very tiny apartment, and Daeyoung could not be happier. He just couldn’t. Not when he gets to wake up to that sleepy, kittenish face. Not when he gets to cook breakfast for his girlfriend whose eyes glimmer at the mere sight of food. Not when there’s someone always following in his shadow, arms wrapped around his waist as he does the dishes or the laundry or the vacuuming or-
Daeyoung yelps as teeth dig into his shoulder, snapping him right back into the present. “Noona!”
“You’re doing the thing,” Yushi accuses in a low, impatient voice. “You’re daydreaming instead of paying attention to me.” And then that’s when she climbs all the way into the car and firmly closes the door shut behind her - the thud of it echoes.
“I’m not daydreaming,” Daeyoung says. And maybe it comes out a little petulant, sue him. He shoves the cup holder up so he doesn’t accidentally break the thing as Yushi just crawls in closer, closer, closer, and the nagging comes out of habit. “I was thinking about how nice our date was, you know, because it was a good one. Okay, noona? I really thought that squid went well with-“
“You’re so annoying, Daeyoung.” Yushi’s smirk is something hungry and also maybe a little bit smitten. But then she pulls him in by the collar and kisses him.
Daeyoung makes a mmph sound, surprised, although he was the one who kind of goaded her into it. And it’s not rare Yushi uses this particular method to shut him up - after all, it works pretty much 100% of the time. Especially given his tendency to ramble. But Daeyoung just ends up leaning into it. He rests both of his hands on Yushi’s waist as she climbs on top of him properly, plopping herself firmly in his lap.
“Noona,” he grunts. It turns into a moan when Yushi’s tongue sucks at him. And then she sucks even harder and so he moans again. “Noona.”
Yushi pays his whining no mind. A hand slides up his chest, over his shoulder, up to his nape. Fingers curl into the hair there. They pull.
“Baby,” Yushi mutters when Daeyoung groans again, his head tilting back. “Puppy. Fuck, you’re so cute. Wanted to tease you all day.” Her teeth nip at him, hard enough to leave a mark.
The sting of it is- it’s good. Daeyoung gasps. Yushi’s other hand rests over his hip, pressing down. Her fingers are dangerously close to his packer. He really- fuck. Daeyoung feels a little lightheaded, already, just by the heady weight of his noona holding him against the seats. She’s so much smaller than him and yet he always goes so pliant underneath her.
“You couldn’t wait until- we have the hotel reservation, though,” Daeyoung pants. He’s already feeling a little pathetic, already in that headspace where he is small and belongs only to his Yushi noona. He whines when she kisses down his neck. “We still have to check in and- it’s a king sized bed, we could-“
Her knee presses into his packer, hard enough to dig into his cunt, and Daeyoung moans. Yushi’s voice is as calm as ever. “Can’t wait that long. Wanna ruin you.”
It’s not like this is the first time Yushi has jumped him without any prior warning. In fact, it happens so often that Daeyoung can usually see it coming from miles away even when Yushi thinks she’s really being subtle about it. But his car is so small that he can’t stretch out anymore than the forty-five degree angle of his knees and Yushi settles down on one of his thighs - the weight of her is enough to press their hips together and Daeyoung already knows he’s wet. Fuck.
“Noona,” he moans pathetically. Yushi rucks her skirt up so she can grind down on his thigh without anything in the way and his next moan comes out choked. He digs his fingers into her hips, pressing down into the wrinkled fabric of her clothes.
“Daeyoungie,” Yushi breathes into his cheek. Her lips brush over the stubble of facial hair there and it’s only during sex that she doesn’t complain about how scruffy he is. “Fuck, you’re so cute. Come on, whine for me.”
So Daeyoung does. Of course he does. He whines and whines and whines. He always listens when she commands him and all of it is so good, the arousal and the want hanging heady in the air. Yushi’s skirt is pulled up even more, pooling around her hips - he can already feel something slick against him. God. He slides the leg of his shorts up, up to his hip bone, and he chokes on his next moan when he feels her damp underwear against his bare skin.
“Oh, shit,” he groans. The testosterone gets him riled up very, very quickly and he kind of already feels like he’s losing his mind as all of the blood in his body rushes right down to his aching cunt. His hands slide down, down, down, under Yushi’s skirt, and he tugs insistently at the waistband of her underwear. “Noona. Noona, lemme take ‘em off.”
“There’s no room,” Yushi noses into him again. Her voice is light; a coo. “Daeyoungie, you gotta get me off like this.”
“But I wanna feel you,” Daeyoung whines. He might be drooling, actually. One of his fingers slips past the elastic band at the side of her panties and it curls up where she’s dripping wet. He curses. “Fuck. Fuck me.”
“Youngie,” she moans. Daeyoung’s finger slides back, back to where she’s leaking, and- “Daeyoung, don’t-“
“Please,” is all Daeyoung can say. “Get me wet with you, please.”
It’s rare that his begging works - after all, Yushi was right about there being no space to move around, never mind the fact that she’s a dictator in bed even on a good day. But the desperation in his voice really must be leaking through because Yushi lifts up her hips and makes a mean face and grits out: “then help me, puppy.” Normally she doesn’t cave so easily. She must want it, too.
So Daeyoung helps her, of course. And he’s maybe a bit too overeager about it. The movement is awkward - holding Yushi up by the waist, just enough to slide her underwear off - but then her soaked panties are being thrown somewhere in the front seat and Yushi is settling back down on his thigh. And that’s so- it just feels so-
“Fuck me,” Daeyoung moans. His hands bear down onto Yushi’s hips and he grinds her against him. She’s so wet and warm and- holy shit. She’s gonna get him dripping.
“Daeyoung,” Yushi kisses him. A hand tangles into his hair and he just lets her pull him closer, panting into his mouth. “God. You’re so good, baby.”
It’s all just so sexy and slick and messy and her cunt is burning hot against his skin. Daeyoung whines. One of his hands slides down under Yushi’s skirt and he grabs at the fat of her ass. He pulls her in closer. Pulls her in harder; harder against him.
“Noona, you’re so wet,” he slurs. Yeah, he’s definitely sure he’s drooling this time. He whines when Yushi’s thigh presses down firmly at his packer and it grinds against his cunt as she rides his thigh. As she humps his leg. It’s not a desperate thing, really, but it’s still so- fuck. Fucking hell.
“‘M all wet ‘cause of you, puppy,” Yushi groans into his mouth. “My Daeyoungie. My good boy. Kiss me.”
And so with the insistent tug of Yushi’s hand on his nape, they kiss. They kiss and they kiss and they kiss. Lazy, unhurried, relentlessly needy. Her other hand rests firmly on Daeyoung’s jaw and guides him in closer. He moans. Her mouth is wet and so is her cunt and when they’re pressed all together like this, he just wishes he could- he wishes he had something to put inside her. Something more than his fingers. Daeyoung’s middle finger traces over her skin, exploring where slick is spread down to her taint. He presses at her harder. He wants to- her hole’s fucking leaking, he could just-
“Noona, please,” Daeyoung moans, his fingers getting wet with slick as he pets at Yushi’s pussy and squeezes mindlessly at her ass. His noona pays his whining no mind - she mouths at him slowly. She kisses him deeply. It’s terrible, her tongue and the way she sucks on his bottom lip. Even when Daeyoung feels so riled up it’s like he’s about to pass out, Yushi noona is always the one to slow things down.
“Baby,” Yushi mutters. She’s smiling. “My baby.”
It’s just not fair, okay? It’s not fair how she’s teasing him with her needy cunt and kissing him with her beautiful mouth. She’s mean about it; she’s always mean about it. Yushi always takes him apart so slowly, is always so methodical and exact and teasing. It lies in direct opposition to the desperation his weekly t-shot shoots into his veins - the way she tugs him around with such controlled precision makes him feel like he’s going fucking insane.
Daeyoung whimpers. “Noona,” he says again. “Noona, please, I-“
“Good boy,” Yushi praises into his mouth. She presses against him harder - the packer grinds into his clit and Daeyoung mewls. She smiles into his mouth even as one of his fingers slowly sinks into her hole, right where she’s the wettest. Yushi squeezes down on him. “You’re so cute. My Daeyoung.”
Daeyoung whines. He whines again, again, again. The submission is nothing new (it’s an impulse if anything) but he’s still- he still feels so desperate. Yushi’s cunt has already gotten his thigh all slicked up and wet and he wants to- he needs to fuck her properly. He wants to be inside her. If he had a dick, it’d be so easy to just pull his pants down and sink inside this needy hole and make her take it-
“Yushi noona,” Daeyoung mewls. “Wanna- need to- I wanna fuck you, please-“
“Later, baby,” Yushi coos. She’s still smiling. She reaches back to drag his fingers out of her pussy, and then lays his palm flat against her ass. “Like this, okay? Just like this. Help me ride you.”
Daeyoung moans. Yushi kisses him again. He says: “But-“
“Just like this, Daeyoungie,” she bites at his neck. “My baby. Come on. It feels so good.”
It’s not rare that Yushi takes him apart as thoroughly as this, but even still, it’s unusual that she’ll fuck him so calmly while having semi-public sex in a random parking lot by the Gangneung shoreline. Usually when Yushi jumps him, it means she wants it fast. Fast and dirty and brutal. Usually it means she wants his mouth on her cunt, eating her out until she has tears in her eyes; usually it means she wants Daeyoung to get her gaping; usually it means she’s not letting up until the both of them are wrung out and satisfied.
But this is different. Yushi’s hips roll slowly, slowly, slowly, down on his thigh. They’re both soaking. Daeyoung usually can’t finish from this kind of stimulation alone but Yushi pants into his mouth and breathes out good boy, baby, my Daeyoungie, you’re so cute, and he just might come in his pants like a loser. She’s so- she’s so sexy like this. And she’s also pretty. And she’s gorgeous and beautiful and cute, in a way, with her smug face. She tied back her hair today. Daeyoung wonders if she’ll let him pull on her ponytail.
“’S so wet,” Daeyoung moans. He grinds Yushi down harder against him, both hands palming at her ass. “Noona. You’re dripping.”
“I know, baby,” Yushi groans. “’S ‘cause you’re so good for me. ‘Cause you’re my good boy.” She moans into his neck when he pushes his knee up, pressing against her clit even harder. “Fuck, there we go, that feels so-“
“Wanna see you come,” Daeyoung pants. He squeezes at her ass again. “Wanna make you come, noona, then I wanna fill you.”
As always, Yushi doesn’t even sound fragile when she moans. She just sounds pleased, content. Her hips ruck down a little harder, a little faster, and all Daeyoung can think is cute, cute, cute, god, my noona is so fucking cute. He whines. Yushi kisses his pulse point. Her hand slides around to his throat. Her fingers curl over his windpipe and then he thinks-
“Yes, please,” Daeyoung begs this time. “God, yes, please, need it-“
“So good,” Yushi kisses him. And then she squeezes down on either side of his throat and he gasps.
It’s so- it’s wonderful. It’s so fucking wonderful. His breath gets cut off and Daeyoung goes a little lightheaded and his hips stutter up against Yushi as he holds her down harder and grinds up against her meaner. Even the choking makes him needy. Her hand is so small but her fingers press into his skin, hard enough to leave marks, and he can’t stop moaning.
“Noona,” he whines. “Oh, noona, more.”
“Daeyoung,” Yushi murmurs. She breathes out a sigh when Daeyoung’s grip goes firmer on her ass and rubs her even harder against him. It’s wet and dirty and deranged with desire. He needs her to come, please.
“Fuck,” he wheezes. His eyelids flutter closed. “Noona, love you, need it-“
“Good boy,” Yushi coos. She lets go of his throat just as he’s running out of air. He’s allowed a deep, deep inhale and then she kisses him again. “Daeyoungie, you’re so cute.”
Yeah, it’s really not fair. He’s so horny he could die and there might not be any blood left in his brain because it’s all pooling in his t-dick. Daeyoung gurgles out a whine, something desperate and a bit delirious. But then Yushi’s fingers tighten around his windpipe again and he thinks he might let out a real, genuine cry.
“Please,” he begs. “Noona, please.” He rubs her cunt down on the junction where his thigh meets his hip and he just really needs her to come; he really needs to be inside her; he needs to get her satiated and full. Daeyoung can’t stop begging. “Noona, please, I wanna- in you- gotta make you s-squirt-“
His breath is getting thin again. Yushi moans into his jaw. Her hips stutter. “So cute. So fucking cute.”
God. He can tell she’s close when she gets like that, pressing into him and her hips rutting down with a bit more desperation to them than before. He gasps when her touch eases up off his throat. He takes in another breath and then Yushi’s pressing down again and then-
“Fuck-“ he pants. His fingers glide down the seam of her ass and to where she’s dripping and he can’t- he can’t stop himself from sliding two right into her. He wants to fill his noona right up. He needs to. “Noona, please- I-“
“Daeyoung,” Yushi moans much fuller this time, as Daeyoung’s fingers spread her open right before curling right into her sweet spot. She grinds down on them, the fuck of her hips desperate. “Daeyoung, that’s- you’re so-“
“Need to fuck you,” Daeyoung slurs. He lifts Yushi up off his leg and presses her to his chest, manhandling her close - with more room to fuck into her, he bullies another finger into her cunt and thrusts into her deep enough that she gasps.
Oh, fuck. There we go. He can fill her up now.
“Baby,” Yushi whines something a little pained. She’s let off his throat and now she’s just clinging onto his shoulders, moaning full-bodied as Daeyoung growls out a groan into her stomach. Her hips are stuttering. Her fingers slide into his hair and there’s the distant thump of her head pressed up against the roof of the car and- “Daeyoung, your fingers- ’s too deep-“
“Noona,” Daeyoung moans. He slams right into her sweet spot. One hand holds her steady by the thigh. He drools onto her shirt. “Please,” he moans again. “Noona, come for me, please.”
“You’re so- so big-” Yushi is sniffling just a little bit. Her hips jolt when Daeyoung pummels into her again. “Youngie-!”
“Come for me, please,” Daeyoung mumbles mindlessly. It comes out as more begging. “Come for me, noona. ‘M gonna take you to the hotel and I’m gonna- gonna fill you. Gonna fuck you full, just like you want, so you gotta c-come-“
“Daeyoung,” Yushi squeezes down on him. She pulls at his hair so hard he groans. “Daeyoungie.”
Everything feels red-iron hot. Everything is melting in the heat of the July night. “Noona,” Daeyoung moans. “Yushi noona. Love you.” He means it. He’s so fucking desperate for her release.
Yushi wails out a noise as Daeyoung presses his fingers in even deeper, right into the spot she loves it the most. Her throat makes a wounded sound. Daeyoung’s rough with it and she topples over by the force of his fingers - Yushi’s hands plant against the glass of the window and she mewls something so, so desperate. Daeyoung’s trapped between her and the door. He doesn’t want to be anywhere else.
Fuck, he really might pass out this time. All he can feel is his throbbing cunt and how Yushi drips wet, wet, wet.
“Good boy,” Yushi slurs out to him. “My baby. My Daeyoungie. ‘M gonna come. It’s so-“ She makes a whining sound when Daeyoung grinds into her sweet spot. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me squirt.”
“Need it, noona,” Daeyoung pants. He’s just as desperate as she is - he whines into her stomach, the fabric wet with his breath. “Noona, I really- I really need it.”
She’s so close. Yushi’s hips rut down once, twice. She clenches down on his fingers. Her voice comes out pitched: “Youngie.”
You can tell she’s right on the edge of it. She’s shaking so hard. Her hips twitch and her cunt is tight around Daeyoung’s fingers, trying to suck him in deeper.
“Noona,” Daeyoung begs. He fucks into her as hard as he can. He grits his teeth and wants her to come. “Please, please, please-“
His begging works because it’s then when Yushi moans out something long and delirious and wounded. And she says, voice slurred: “Baby.” And she comes.
“Oh, god,” Daeyoung pants. Everything goes wet and warm and- “Oh, shit.”
Yushi’s orgasm isn’t a gentle one. Not really. Daeyoung keeps fucking into her until her hips are trembling to the point her knees buckle. Slick drips down from her hole, down his fingers, down his hand. Thank god his car is old as shit. They’ve probably ruined these seats a hundred times over already and even now he can’t get too upset about his beloved 2011 Hyundai Manual Elantra getting covered in his noona’s slick. So.
“Daeyoung,” Yushi moans. She’s shaking. She squeezes down on him, tight and warm and needy. “Daeyoung, I came-“
“Think you can do it again?” Daeyoung asks. Because he is an opportunist and also because he knows exactly what it means when Yushi’s clenching down on him like that while she comes - he knows it means she wants him to stay inside. Whenever Yushi noona squeezes him that hard after getting fucked, she’ll whine if he tries to leave her empty.
“You’re so mean,” is how Yushi answers him. But she doesn’t tell him ‘no,’ obviously, because that’s exactly what she fucking wants. Yushi doubles over and pins Daeyoung harder against the car door and her hips only shake even more.
Fuck. It’s so cute when she gets like this. When she really, really wants it…
“Just one more, noona,” Daeyoung mumbles. “Gonna make you feel good.”
It really doesn’t take much the second time around. Daeyoung fucks into her as hard as he can and Yushi mewls, mewls, mewls through it. She tells him how good he is. She whines out praise after praise. It doesn’t take much because Daeyoung fits three fingers in her, right into where she needs it the most, and he thumbs at her clit. He rubs it just once, twice, three times. He says: “Noona, come on.”
“I’m coming,” Yushi sniffles again. “Daeyoungie.”
Yushi’s always beautiful when she comes. In the early days of their relationship she would try to seem poised and put together even during orgasms but now she’s so unabashed about it. She moans loudly, wounded. Her knees buckle again and this time it’s enough that she falls right on top of him. With a meek, worn out fuck me.
“There you go, noona,” Daeyoung groans. Something wet and watery drips down his hand and she trembles. “Look, you even squirted…”
“That was mean,” Yushi pants. But then Daeyoung pulls out of her and she collapses into his lap and she drags him into another kiss.
It’s not quite as desperate as before. That’d be impossible. Not after coming like that. But Yushi pulls him in with two hands on his jaw and she moans into it, fucked-out and satisfied. They are both covered in her slick but there’s no minding that now - or at least not yet. She’ll be fussy about it later and Daeyoung is just choosing to be glad that Yushi’s the type of person who spends her post-orgasm in a daze.
“Was it good?” Daeyoung mumbles a bit as she noses into his cheek. “Noona, did you- did you like it?” It makes him sound needy and pathetic when he asks that but he’ll never deny the fact that nothing does him in like his noona’s praise.
“I did,” Yushi’s voice is low. It’s almost a little giggly, actually, because she chuckles. “You were so good for me, Youngie. My good boy.”
It’s nice. Her voice is nice and so are her words; Daeyoung sighs happily. She kisses him again. One of his hands rests on the small of her back and pulls her in closer. This is so-
“It’s your turn now,” Yushi bites into his mouth. It’s a 180 but Yushi always pulls 180s and he can’t even be surprised about it when she grins: “Daeyoung. I’m gonna make you come.”
It’s a statement, not a request. Which means Daeyoung has no choice in the matter.
It’s funny that Yushi is the one who should be subdued after two subsequent orgasms, and yet Daeyoung is pliant like the fight just got wrung out of him at the mention of him- of him coming, too. He goes limp, obedient, as Yushi wrestles him onto his back. And she also wrestles his shorts off. She tugs his briefs off of his hips and it makes a slick noise when his packer flops free. His cheeks burn red as Yushi laughs.
“What are you-“ It takes Daeyoung a full minute to process what’s going on. “You really don’t have to-“
“Let me suck you off, baby,” Yushi noona shushes him. And then, before Daeyoung can protest, she reclines back on her knees and she buries her face into his cunt and slurps him right down.
It’s- it’s a lot. Almost immediately it’s a lot. HRT has made him sensitive and also his t-dick has gotten huge and he is whining through Yushi’s lips around his clit. Daeyoung’s dick has already grown to around five centimeters, which is just about as big as it can get. And he’s hard, hard enough for Yushi to pull at, and so he warbles out a whine.
“Wait,” Daeyoung cries. He’s not expecting the over-enthusiastic reciprocation, somehow, even though it’s not like Yushi never reciprocates. If anything, she always gives back just as good as she gets. Almost to an unrelenting degree, even. But he still lets out another cry and her tongue runs over his hole, over his folds, over his dick. It’s so wet and warm and teasing.
Fuck. Fuck, this is all so good. Daeyoung pants as Yushi moans into his cunt. The vibration of it is- wow, that’s even better. Her hands are firm on his thighs, keeping him spread open. Daeyoung spends all of his free time in the gym and it’d take no effort at all to fight her off but of course he would never - she calls him her good boy for a reason.
“Noona,” Daeyoung whines. Yushi’s tongue is so hot against him, lapping up slick and sucking at him. His thighs shake. “Noona, that feels- oh, noona, please-“
He whines something pitched as she nips at his dick. The nerve endings make it feel like he’s being pulled at, tugged in every which direction. He whines even higher. The testosterone in his blood has lowered his voice by two octaves; it whites out if he wails high enough. It comes out like a keen more than anything.
Daeyoung can’t stop gasping and panting and whining out his desperation. He usually doesn’t get this close this fast. Or at least not without something in him. His usual routine is his dildo-vibrator-combo though when Yushi’s involved he’ll happily just ride her fingers. Daeyoung’s hole feels so- so empty. He whines even more.
“‘M close,” he whimpers. “Noona. Please.”
Maybe she can tell how much he needs it because that’s when Yushi pops off of him with an obscenely slick sound. Her smile is dangerous again. “Good boy,” Yushi praises him. She lowers her head, lips tracing over his clit. “Come for me, Youngie.”
It’s not fair - she’s so good with her mouth and she’s so good at teasing him. Daeyoung sobs when Yushi sucks him back down again and three of her fingers dance up his thigh, over his public bone, into his hole. Her fingers are smaller than his. They don’t quite reach the spot he needs them to. But just the sensation of being full is enough to get him mewling through it because he loves it when he’s all filled up.
“There,” Daeyoung babbles. “Noona, right there. Noona, please-“
Her fingers curl into him. They brush over his sweet spot. Yushi’s mouth turns meaner on his dick and she slurps him up, and he’s so wet he might just-
“Please,” Daeyoung begs. “Please. I’ll be so good.”
He’s asking earnestly but his noona is mean - that makes Yushi chuckle and the vibration of it on his clit makes Daeyoung whine loud and long and pained. He sounds so, so desperate. He is desperate. The mewling noise that comes out of his throat is wet and pathetic and needy.
Fuck. Fuck, he really might- just from this, he might just-
“Noona, ‘m gonna come,” Daeyoung tries warning her. One of his hands claws at the seats and the other pets at Yushi’s hair - he never tugs on it without permission, though the idea is tempting. He whines again. “Noona, I’m really gonna- I need to-“
Yushi’s eyes look up to meet his and she sucks him down, hard. The look in her eyes says: Come for me, baby. And her tongue traces over his dick as she tells him: “Daeyoung. Be good and come in my mouth.”
No, it’s really not fair at all. Daeyoung sniffles out: “Noona. Noona.” He whines, whines, whines.
But of course he comes, okay? He’s a good boy.
God, the crest of it washes over him and Daeyoung can do nothing but free-fall right into it. His orgasm is drawn out; it’s so long; it’s so much. He’s whining through it - coming, ‘m coming, noona, in your mouth, I’m- it feels so good, noona, I love you. None of that is unusual, though. His clitoral orgasms always last forever. But Yushi rubs at him and licks up his slick all lazily and he has to close his eyes as he mewls through it. And he pants. Fucking hell, that was so…
“Noona,” Daeyoung moans. He feels boneless. “Noona, I love you.” He’s certain he’s said that a million times already but of course he’ll say it a million more.
Yushi finally pops off of him after that. She rises up on her knees. She wipes her chin.
“Good job, baby,” she grins. “I love you too.”
Things are always soft once they’re in this haze, in their post-orgasm and easy. Yushi crawls back into his lap and wraps her arms around his neck. She hugs him. Daeyoung leans into the touch, content and subdued and happy. His cunt throbs something satisfied and that isn’t a bad addition to the affection either. Not at all.
“I thought we were just gonna do some foreplay,” Daeyoung murmurs. “But we came three times…” The way he says it is coy but the underlying meaning is there: I hope that wasn’t too much, noona. After all, it’s much too early in the night to stop now.
But he should’ve expected that from Yushi, of all people, nothing is ever enough. Because she only scoffs in response.
“And yet you were talking so big earlier, Youngie,” Yushi teases him. “What happened to filling me up, huh?”
And, well, she has a point there. Daeyoung stiffens - half because he did promise and half because his refractory period is basically nothing and he’d go another three rounds if she only let him. Daeyoung doesn’t like coming off like all he cares about is sex but admittedly one of the most compatible things about him and Yushi is that they’re both fucking insatiable. He crushes her more into his arms.
“I didn’t say I couldn’t do more,” Daeyoung grumbles. He’s being petulant on purpose this time. “Did you bring the strap?”
Yushi hums. Her hand runs through his hair and her tone comes across as a challenge. “Why don’t we go back to the hotel and find out?”
And that settles it, honestly. Because usually Kim Daeyoung prefers to dote in the aftermath of an orgasm but the teasing lights a fire under his ass - metaphorically, but also a little bit physically because it’s going a little numb from being in this position for too long. His arousal is like an itch under his skin. His dick is already throbbing. He needs to- he needs to get them to the hotel. Now.
So Daeyoung sets Yushi to the side and hunts down his shorts in the dark car. Let’s get a move on, Kim Daeyoung!
Yushi stares at him as he rummages around on the floor. “What the fuck are you-“
“The hotel, noona,” he says in a low voice. “We gotta go.”
That makes Yushi laugh. But she agrees, because she’s just as horny as he is, and so she climbs into the passenger seat and pointedly doesn’t pull her underwear back on. So fucking cheeky, huh. And after a few full minutes of struggling, Daeyoung finds his briefs; then his pants. Bingo.
“Let’s step on it,” he cheers, crawling his way into the driver’s seat. The keys got left in the cupholder in the scramble and so he fishes them out and starts the car. Daeyoung’s left foot presses down on the clutch. His right pulls down the parking break. And then he’s shifting into reverse and-
“What are you so excited for!” Yushi scolds as the car lurches back. “We can’t have sex if you kill us, Youngie, don’t-“
“Noona,” Daeyoung tells her resolutely as he pulls out of the space and shifts right into first gear. “We’re not leaving that king bed until checkout.”
It’s settled. The race off to the hotel. Daeyoung shifts up into second, and then third out of the parking lot, and then fourth and then fifth down the empty shoreline roads. Yushi scolds him again as the engine roars but then she rolls down the window and has a smile on her face as the humidity of July chases them down the road. Wind whips through her hair. She is so beautiful like this, really.
“You’re an idiot,” Yushi’s hand rests over his. “I love you, Daeyoung.”
Daeyoung just laughs. He rolls his window down and joins her, taken by the night and the arousal and how much he adores her hand in his over the gearshift. “Noona,” he smiles, “I love you too!”