Their Maid // Ateez ff

Chapter 9: Blissfully silent

Warning: still smutty
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He pushes himself in with a rough force, hitting the back of my throat in an instant, making me gag slightly.

I haven't practiced for a bit.

He begins to fuck my mouth, going further and further down my throat with each thrust, groaning and moaning at the feeling. My eyes begin to water, and I keep telling myself to calm down and breathe, but it's hard when one guy is fucking into your throat and the other assaulting your clit with his tongue, fingers fucking quickly into me, hitting my g-spot every single time.

I think I'm about to combust a nut.

I try to wiggle my hands, wanting to touch him, to please him, but my arms are constrained, the cuffs pinching and aching just enough for me to love the feeling. I keep trying to get them up, but I can't.

I moan, trying to signal me getting close, which sends a vibration through Wooyoung's dick, him groaning loudly but curtly in response, grabbing my hair and twisting my head downwards.

"I'm close, too, pet," he groans out, thrusting quicklier to chase his release, and I can feel myself clenching, my legs shaking, San pinning them down, diving deeper into my heat.

I try to scream, but the sound is instantly muffled.

I wonder why.

Wooyoung moans, gripping my hair tighter, and soon enough his warm load shoots down my throat. I swallow his cum, moaning at the slightly salty taste, earning a light pat from him. San's fingers continue to assault my g-spot, and my own release follows short after, my whole body convulsing, every muscle tightening and releasing rapidly.

Wooyoung takes himself out of my mouth, and I can feel the small ache in my throat already, and know now that I won't have any voice tomorrow. San moans, licking up every last bit of my release, the overstimulation getting a bit too much.

I try to drag myself away from him, but he slaps me on my thigh, scolding me with his look.

"Let me finish eating, bunny," he says, quickly going back to what he was doing. I moan and wince at the feeling, both pleasure and slight discomfort shooting through me. His fingers go into me once again, finding that same spot quicker than last time, and begin to, once again, assault that heavenly spot inside of me.

I moan louder, feeling my second release slowly approaching, and I try to grab his hair, but my arms won't budge.

Wooyoung looks from the side, but leaves soon enough, going into the small bathroom in the corner of the room.

I moan louder, trying my best to muffle the sound with a closed mouth, feeling my voice crack.

"Let me hear you," he says, going quicker.

I moan, almost scream, feeling my release fast approaching now, my legs shaking, my body trembling, aching to release the pressure, and it does in a matter of seconds, liquids shooting out of me.

San chuckles, happy to get me to release twice, and not only that.

To squirt.

He laps up the juices, enjoying the taste, the intimacy, everything, and I feel buzzed out, my body begging me to close my eyes and go to sleep.

But something's missing.

San gets up from the bed and I can see the wet spot on his pants, his bulge huge, and even though I would love to sleep right now, I want to make him feel appreciated.

He goes up to unlock the cuffs, massaging the red marks on my wrists, apologizing quietly to me. He stands beside the bed, placing me on my knees in front of him, or well, in front of him.