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Gorya just finished cooking their food while Shasha just finished cleaning up the house, and Som have been dropped off to school a few hours ago.
The normalcy of it all was what Gorya had yearned for.
The aroma of garlic, soy sauce, and vegetables filled the small apartment. Gorya wiped her hands on a dish towel, humming softly as she turned off the stove. She was about to call Shasha over when the other woman walked out from the bedroom, wiping sweat from her forehead.
Shasha was in a simple black tank top that clung to her damp skin and gray sweatpants hanging low on her hips.
Her toned arms shone with a light sheen of sweat, shoulders broad and defined from the physical work she’d done moving furniture and deep-cleaning. A few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and her chest rose and fell with the exertion.
Gorya let her eyes drag slowly from Shasha’s strong shoulders down to the outline visible through the thin fabric of the tank top, then lower, where the sweatpants did very little to hide the subtle shape resting against her thigh. Heat pooled low in Gorya’s tummy, she had to bite her lip to keep from making a sound.
She then approached a completely innocent Shasha slowly, until she was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Shasha’s body. She placed her hands on Shasha’s waist, thumbs brushing over the damp fabric of the tank top.
“Hey baby, you done?” Shasha asked as she welcomed Gorya with open arms, pulling her flush against her sweaty body.
Gorya nodded, tilting her head up. “Mhmm... Are you?”
“Yeah,” Shasha exhaled, pressing a light kiss to Gorya’s forehead. “I need a shower though. I’m all sticky.”
Gorya’s mind flashed back to that day after they’d returned from Shasha’s penthouse, the way Shasha had knelt between her thighs for what felt like hours, tongue and fingers working her until Gorya was shaking and sobbing with pleasure. She still hadn’t properly returned the favor. The thought of finally doing so sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.
She slid her hands up Shasha’s sides. “Can we sit on the couch to rest first?”
“Sure baby, whatever you need,” Shasha said easily, completely unaware of the heat building behind Gorya’s innocent request.
She let Gorya guide her to the couch and sat down with a tired groan, spreading her long legs comfortably.
Gorya immediately climbed into her lap, nestling herself against Shasha’s chest like she belonged there. Shasha’s arms came around her automatically, one big hand settling on Gorya’s lower back while the other rested on her thigh.
“You worked hard today,” Gorya murmured, pressing her face into the crook of Shasha’s neck. She could smell the slightest salt of sweat mixed with Shasha’s usual clean scent. It made her head spin a little. “The house looks really good.”
Shasha chuckled, the sound rumbling through her chest. “Had to keep myself busy, you’ve been cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Smells amazing, by the way.” She tilted her head to kiss Gorya’s temple, completely relaxed. “What did you make?”
“Garlic fried rice with vegetables and some grilled chicken,” Gorya answered softly. Her hands started moving slow, innocent strokes up and down Shasha’s sides, tracing the damp fabric of the black tank top. “I added a bit of chili. Thought you might like it spicy today.”
Shasha hummed in approval, eyes closed as she enjoyed the gentle touches. “Sounds perfect. I’m starving.” She shifted slightly underneath Gorya, adjusting her hips. “We should eat soon before it gets cold.”
“Mmm, in a minute,” Gorya whispered.
Her palms glided higher, feeling the firm muscles of Shasha’s abdomen through the thin tank top, then back down to her waist. She could feel the heat radiating off Shasha’s skin, the light sheen of sweat making everything slick and warm. Her fingers slipped under the hem of the tank top, brushing bare skin.
Shasha let out a contented sigh, clearly mistaking the touches for simple affection after a long day.
“You’re in a cuddly mood today, huh?” She rubbed Gorya’s back in slow circles. “I like it… been a long week for both of us.”
Gorya nodded, lips brushing against Shasha’s neck as she spoke. “It has, but you always make everything feel better.”
Her hands continued their exploration, up Shasha’s toned arms, over her shoulders, then down her chest, feeling the way Shasha’s breathing deepened. She pressed her body closer, letting her thighs bracket Shasha’s hips more firmly.
“You’re really warm,” Gorya murmured, almost innocently. One hand drifted lower, resting on Shasha’s stomach, fingers tracing the lines of muscle there.
Shasha laughed softly, still relaxed. “I’m gross, baby. Let me shower first and I’ll be nicer to cuddle with.”
“No,” Gorya said quickly, almost too quickly.
She nuzzled closer, lips pressing soft kisses along Shasha’s collarbone. “I like the way you smell right now.” Her hand slipped further down, brushing over the front of Shasha’s sweatpants in what could still pass as an absentminded caress.
Shasha’s breath hitched slightly, but she still hadn’t fully caught on. “You’re being extra sweet,” she said, voice warm with affection.
She tilted Gorya’s chin up and kissed her properly. Gorya melted into it, using the distraction to roll her hips once, pressing herself against the growing bulge she could feel forming beneath her.
When they parted for air, Gorya kept her face close, eyes half-lidded. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she confessed softly. Her fingers traced the waistband of the sweatpants, dipping just inside to feel warm skin. “About how good you always make me feel. How patient you are with me… even when I’m a mess.”
Shasha smiled, brushing Gorya’s red hair back from her face. “You’re never a mess to me. You’re perfect.”
She still thought this was just tender affection after a long day, until Gorya’s hand boldly cupped her through the sweatpants, feeling her cock twitch and harden under the touch.
Shasha’s eyes widened, realization finally hitting her. “Gorya…” Her voice dropped. “Baby—”
“I want to take care of you too,” Gorya whispered, squeezing gently. She felt Shasha throb against her palm and bit her lip. “You always make me feel so good, let me return it. Please?”
Shasha breathed shakily, hands tightening on Gorya’s hips. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not—”
“I want to,” Gorya interrupted, voice husky with need. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long… About tasting you, about making you feel as good as you make me. But given our situation, I couldn’t find the right chance.” Then she slid off Shasha’s lap and knelt between her spread legs, looking up with dark, hungry eyes.
Shasha’s breath caught in her throat.
The sight in front of her was almost too much to process.
Gorya, her beautiful Gorya, on her knees between her spread thighs, looking up at her with those wide, needy eyes. Her red hair was slightly messy, cheeks flushed, lips parted. There was no hesitation in her face, only pure want.
Shasha had never asked for this. Not once.
In all the times they’d been intimate, Shasha had always been the one giving, kneeling between Gorya’s thighs, using her mouth and fingers until the smaller woman was shaking and crying out her name. She’d always taken her the way Gorya wanted, pinning her down in bed to dick her down or have Gorya ride her until she’s satisfied.
It felt right that way. Gorya had been through so much, Shasha wanted to worship her, to spoil her, to make her feel safe and cherished and completely taken care of. Receiving had never been a priority. She’d been content, more than content, to focus entirely on Gorya’s pleasure.
But now…
Gorya was looking up at her like she was starving for it, like she needed this, like she wanted to give Shasha the same overwhelming devotion Shasha had always given her.
Shasha’s cock twitched hard inside her sweatpants, already thickening again from the teasing touches earlier. The sight of Gorya on her knees sent a rush of heat straight to her groin. Her heart hammered against her ribs with a mix of surprise, overwhelming arousal.
“Gorya…” Shasha’s voice came out rough. She reached down, cupping Gorya’s cheek with one large hand, thumb brushing gently over her lower lip. “You don’t have to do this, baby. I love making you feel good. I don’t need—”
“I know I don’t have to,” Gorya whispered, turning her head to press a soft kiss to Shasha’s palm. “I want to. Let me take care of you just this once.”
Shasha swallowed hard. Her cock was now fully hard, straining obviously against the gray sweatpants. She could feel herself throbbing, a bead of pre-cum already dampening the fabric. The contrast was dizzying, Gorya so small and delicate on her knees, while Shasha sat there sweaty and worked-up, broad shoulders heaving with every breath.
Fuck, Shasha thought, okay.
She had never seen something more perfect.
The thought alone made her cock twitch again. She had spent so long holding herself back, always prioritizing Gorya’s comfort and pleasure, that seeing the smaller woman actively wanting to please her like this unlocked something deep and primal.
“Okay,” Shasha breathed finally, voice wrecked. “Yeah… if you’re sure.”
Gorya’s eyes lit up with triumph and hunger. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Shasha’s sweatpants and tugged them down just enough to free her cock. It sprang out heavily, thick and flushed, the head already glistening. Shasha groaned at the relief, her hand staying gentle in Gorya’s hair.
Gorya would never get used to this size.
She wrapped one small hand around the base, stroking slowly, experimentally. Shasha’s hips jerked once before she forced herself to stay still.
“God, you’re huge,” Gorya murmured reverently. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly up the underside, from base to tip, savoring the taste as she kept eye contact with the older woman.
Shasha’s head fell back against the couch with a low curse, fingers gripping tight slightly in red hair.
Her vision blurred the moment Gorya took her into her mouth, sucking gently on the head. Wet heat enveloped her, soft tongue swirling, and she had to fight every instinct not to thrust deeper. Gorya hummed happily around her, the vibration shooting straight up Shasha’s spine.
“Baby—fuck,” Shasha gasped, looking down again.
The visual was devastating. Gorya’s pretty lips stretched around her cock, cheeks hollowing as she took more, eyes watering slightly but never breaking eye contact. “You’re so fucking beautiful baby.”
Gorya moaned in response, taking her deeper. She couldn’t fit all of Shasha, noteven close, but what she couldn’t reach, she stroked with her hand, twisting her wrist in a way that made Shasha’s toes curl. Saliva dripped down Gorya’s chin, messy and obscene, and Shasha had never seen anything hotter in her life.
She kept her touch gentle, stroking Gorya’s hair, thumb brushing over her cheekbone. Even now, lost in pleasure, Shasha’s protective instincts stayed strong, she never pushed, she let Gorya set the pace, let her explore and taste and give at her own speed.
But inside, her thoughts were spiraling.
She wanted to thrust.
Shasha’s cock sat heavily on Gorya’s tongue. The sight of those pretty lips stretched wide around her thickness, the way Gorya’s throat worked to take more, the soft, wet sounds filling the apartment, it was driving her insane. Heat coiled tight in her belly, her balls drawing up as pleasure built fast and dangerous.
She wanted to bury her hand deeper in that red hair and push Gorya’s head down until she felt the tight heat of her throat.
She wanted to fuck Gorya’s mouth the way she’d imagined in her darkest, most selfish moments.
The urge was so strong her hips twitched involuntarily, and she had to clench her abs hard to stay still with one hand gripping the edge of the couch.
Her other hand trembled where it rested on top of Gorya’s head. Fingers flexed, then loosened, she didn’t want to hurt her, she didn’t want to scare her. Shasha would never be another person who took without asking, who used without care.
So she fought it. Teeth gritted, breath ragged, she kept her touch gentle even as every instinct screamed at her to take.
Gorya pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the head of Shasha’s cock. She looked up, breathing hard, eyes dark with lust.
“Just do it,” Gorya whispered, voice hoarse. She reached up, took Shasha’s trembling hand, and placed it firmer on top of her own head. Her fingers pressed down, urging. “Use my mouth.”
Shasha’s breath stuttered. “Gorya… baby…”
“Please,” Gorya begged softly, licking a long stripe up the underside of Shasha’s cock. “For me?”
With a deep, wrecked groan, she tightened her grip in Gorya’s hair firmly. She guided Gorya back down, watching with hazy eyes as those pretty lips stretched around her again. This time, when Gorya took her deep, Shasha let herself push just a little, hips rolling up to meet her mouth.
“Fuck— just like that,” Shasha gasped. “You feel so good… so fucking warm.”
Gorya moaned loudly around her, the vibration making Shasha’s toes curl. Encouraged, Shasha pushed a little deeper, careful but no longer holding back completely. Gorya’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat and took more, nose brushing against the dark curls at Shasha’s base before she had to ease back.
Shasha was losing her mind.
Gorya on her knees, red hair messy from her fingers, cheeks flushed, saliva dripping down her chin, it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.
Every wet glide, every muffled moan, every time Gorya looked up at her like she was starving for Shasha’s cock, it pushed Shasha closer to the edge.
She wanted to ruin that pretty mouth.
She wanted to paint Gorya’s tongue and watch her swallow every drop.
But more than that, she wanted Gorya to enjoy it. So she kept her thrusts shallow and controlled, even as her hand trembled with the effort of not pushing harder.
Gorya pulled off again, gasping for air. “Harder,” she panted, voice wrecked. “I can take it. Please, Shasha… fuck my mouth.”
Shasha cursed under her breath. “You’re going to kill me, baby.”
She guided Gorya down again. Her hips rocked up in short, careful thrusts while her hand kept Gorya’s head in place. The wet, obscene sounds of Gorya sucking her filled the apartment. Just so sloppy, so eager, so perfect. Gorya’s hands gripped Shasha’s thighs for balance, nails digging in as she let Shasha use her mouth.
Shasha’s head fell back against the couch, eyes squeezed shut for a moment as pleasure overwhelmed her. “So good… you’re doing so good for me,” she praised breathlessly. “Look at you, taking my cock so well. My perfect girl.”
The praise made Gorya moan louder. She doubled her efforts, sucking harder, hollowing her cheeks, using her hand on the base in tight, twisting strokes. One hand moved lower to gently cup and roll Shasha’s balls, and that was almost enough to end it right there.
Shasha’s hips stuttered. “Gorya—fuck, I’m close…”
Gorya didn’t pull away. She took Shasha as deep as she could, eyes locked on hers, silently begging.
With a broken groan, Shasha came hard. Her cock pulsed thickly on Gorya’s tongue, flooding her mouth with white hot spurts. Gorya swallowed greedily, humming around her, milking every last drop until Shasha was shaking and oversensitive.
Only then did Gorya pull off slowly, licking her lips clean with a satisfied little sigh. Her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed dark red, lips shiny and swollen.
She looked thoroughly used and entirely happy about it.
Shasha stared down at her, chest heaving, cock still twitching against her stomach. She felt raw, exposed, completely in love.
“Come here,” she rasped, pulling Gorya up into her arms. She kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Gorya’s tongue, and held her tight against her chest.
“You’re incredible. Thank you, baby.”
For a long moment, they stayed like that, breathing each other in, hearts still racing. But Shasha’s body hadn’t calmed down. Her cock, still slightly hard and sensitive, twitched against Gorya’s thigh.
The sight of Gorya’s flushed face, swollen lips, and glassy eyes had her blood heating all over again.
She wanted more.
She wanted to flip them, spread Gorya open, and return every ounce of pleasure the smaller woman had just given her. She wanted to bury her face between those soft thighs and make Gorya scream her name until she forgot every worry weighing on her.
Shasha’s hands slid down to grip Gorya’s ass, pulling her closer so their bodies pressed together. She rolled her hips up slowly, letting her cock drag against Gorya’s clothed core.
“Let me take care of you now,” Shasha murmured against her lips, voice deep and rough with renewed hunger. “I need to taste you, baby. Want you to ride my face until you can’t think straight. Or ride my dick… I missed cumming inside you.”
Gorya shivered, a soft whimper escaping her, but she pulled back slightly, hands resting on Shasha’s shoulders. Her expression was torn between clear arousal and reality.
“Shasha… behave,” she whispered, breathing uneven. “I can’t have another child…” She whispered with exaggeration, “At least not right now.” She giggled.
“I’ll pull out,” Shasha said immediately, not caring about Gorya’s joking tone with her voice desperate as she kissed along Gorya’s neck. “I promise. I’ll be careful.”
Gorya let out a breathless, slightly exasperated laugh. “That usually doesn’t work. You know that.”
Shasha groaned, forehead dropping against Gorya’s shoulder. She was painfully hard again, cock throbbing between them, leaking against Gorya’s stomach. The need to be inside her, to feel her tight and wet and perfect around her, was almost overwhelming.
“I’ll buy condoms right now,” Shasha offered, half-serious as she looked up with dark, pleading eyes.
“There’s a store two blocks away. I can be back in ten minutes. Five if I run.”
Gorya cupped Shasha’s face with both hands, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. Her expression was fond but firm.
“Behave,” she said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Shasha’s lips. “We need to eat before the food gets completely cold. And we have to pick up Som from school soon. I don’t want him coming home to us smelling like sex and sweat.”
Shasha looked absolutely devastated, like a kicked puppy. Her broad shoulders slumped, lips parted in a pout as she stared up at Gorya with those hungry eyes. Her cock gave another hopeful twitch between them, clearly not on board with the rejection.
Gorya bit her lip, visibly affected, but she stayed firm in her decision despite her own horniness peeking through. She leaned in and kissed Shasha again, trying to soothe the ache she’d caused.
“Later,” she promised against Shasha’s mouth. “After Som is asleep tonight. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, but right now we have to be responsible parents.”
Shasha let out a long, suffering groan and buried her face in Gorya’s neck, arms wrapping tightly around her smaller frame. “Evil… Using my love for Som against me. But I hope you know I’m not entirely serious, I can take a no.”
“Silly.” Gorya laughed softly, running her fingers through Shasha’s damp hair. “Of course I know that.”
She then reached down between them and gave Shasha’s cock one slow, teasing stroke, earning a sharp breath from the taller woman.
“Poor thing,” she cooed. “So hard and needy, but you’ll survive until tonight.”
Shasha shivered, hips chasing Gorya’s hand before the smaller woman pulled away with a wicked little smile. The contrast between Gorya’s innocent face and the filthy way she’d just sucked her cock was driving Shasha insane.
“You’re going to pay for this later,” Shasha growled, eyes dark with promise. “The next time Manmook visits, she’s gonna wonder why you can’t even stand properly.”
Gorya’s breath hitched, thighs squeezing together, but she kept her composure. She climbed off Shasha’s lap and stood, smoothing down her clothes.
“Promises, promises,” she teased, offering Shasha a hand. “Now come eat before I drag you to the table myself.”
Shasha took her hand but pulled Gorya back down for one last heated kiss, tongues sliding together lazily.
When they finally separated, Gorya almost lost her breath.
Shasha looked thoroughly debauched, with her tank top rumpled, sweatpants still pulled down just enough to show her cock, hair messy, lips swollen.
She looked like sin.
Gorya had to force herself to step back. “Nevermind. Shower first, you’re sticky everywhere.”
Shasha stood with a dramatic sigh. She gave Gorya one last wounded puppy look before heading toward the bathroom.
“You’re lucky I love you,” she called over her shoulder.
Gorya smiled, warm and fond, as she reheated their food.
This was what she had fought so hard for. This messy, domestic, loving life. Even if it was messy.
And even if it meant blue-balling her very horny girlfriend for a few more hours.