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"Mr. Yang, don't pass out on me." Your lips curved in a sly smirk as you thrust yourself deeper onto your senior.
Welt whimpered in response, his hands pulling you closer to him. He couldn't remember when the two of you had started, and he also doesn't have a clue on when you plan to stop.
His stomach's already drenched in his cum from all the time he had came earlier.
"Ah, Y/N— too much! Please.. please stop!" He moaned every time you push yourself deeper inside of him.
He could feel every inch of the strap inside of him. And he hates how much he likes it. He hates how someone as young as you— someone much more inferior than him, has turned him into this moaning mess.
It's embarrassing, he thinks.
"Hmm? Mr. Yang wants to stop... when I haven't even come yet." You pout your lips in an obvious attempt to make him feel guilty.
And it was effective.
How has he already come multiple times and you still haven't orgasmed even once? It's humiliating, truly.
"I- ugh. Then.. don't stop." He looks away, trying to hide his face that was red from embarrassment.
"Haha, I'm just kidding, Mr. Yang. I don't need it. All I want is to see you cum over and over.." you emphasize, slowing down your movements.
"What-- what nonsense! It's not fair if I'm the only one.. enjoying it." The last words almost sounded like a whisper, and you can't help but find it adorable.
You move your face closer to his face, placing small kisses around his jaw. "Mhmm, but I am enjoying this. I enjoy watching you.. your face when I fuck you so good. I love hearing your moans.."
He shivered as your kisses went down on the sensitive part of his neck. "When you scream my name.. I enjoy all of it."
Your hands went down to stroke his cock as you started to build up your pace once again.
"Mm- ah! Y/N.. this- this is..!" He was unable to form his words as he drowns in all the sensations you were giving him.
Your hand felt so warm on his cock, your lips on his neck, your skin slapping on his as you thrust yourself deeper and deeper inside him— all of it was enough to make his brain fuzzy.
He can't believe it. He's never had this much pleasure in decades. No— he's never had this much pleasure all his life.
And there it was again, all the pleasure building up on his abdomen. He felt all the blood rush onto his cock— he's going to cum.
"Wait, w-wait! Y/N..! I'm- ngh..! I'm gonna.." You felt his nails drag along your back as you continue to pounce him.
"Gonna cum again, Mr. Yang?" You chuckle as you watch his body tremble underneath you.
"Please..! Please, Y/N!" He begs, though you never really told him to ask for your permission.
He just loves putting you in control over him.
"Hmm? Please what, Mr. Yang?" You try to sound clueless, teasing him even more.
"I.. I want to c-cum." He tilts his head to the side, hiding his face from you.
But you used your hand to make him face you again. "Look at me, Welt. Don't hide your pretty face from me."
His eyes met your burning gaze and he felt his throat go dry. You were looking at him like he was some food you wanted to devour.
"That's more like it. I want to see your face when you cum. So, be a good boy and cum for me." You thrusted inside of him again, this time harder and harder, making sure to make him cum.
He moaned so loud it echoed throughout the whole room. His eyes were shut close and his mouth was wide open. His once neatly kept hair is now in a mess, and his body convulses under you as he cum once again.
"Good boy. My pretty boy is so good for me." You caressed his cheek and planted kisses all over his face as you showered him with praises.
"Mhmm.. 'm so t-tired."
You smile, knowing you're at fault. "I know, baby. I'm sorry. Let's clean up, and we'll go to bed, alright?"
He suddenly grabs your face with both of his hands.
"Kiss me." He says seriously.
He's so fucking cute.
"As you wish, Mister." You press your lips onto his just like he said, and he pulled you into an embrace.
Times like this makes you so grateful about joining the express.