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You didn't know who she was. You didn't know who she was with. You didn't know where she was from. You knew practically nothing about her.
Except her name was Lily and she had the most stupidly sexy Aussie accent you'd ever heard.
You had met her that same day, around noon, during the set of a Tech House DJ you were a fan of. She turned out to be in the same area of the audience that you had come to in search of getting a little closer to the stage, near the middle. The click was instantaneous.
At first you had been at a considerable distance from each other, only giving each other discreet glances between drops. That's where you noticed how hot that woman was, with those damn tight latex pants and that perfect belly. Her bust was moderate, but she didn't need much more. Not with that sexy look and that damn attractive nose.
The interest had been mutual; it had been evident by the way she looked back at you, subtle checks up and down, lip bites and small winks. By the time the set was over, she had already stood on her back right in front of you so you could dance with her, her lascivious ass against your bulge, her sweaty back against your chest.
The advances were constant, one after another. Light touches at first, then firmer grips, then caresses, then more brazen movements on her part to tease you. When you had least expected it, you had already kissed her with such fierceness that you had her moaning into your mouth.
Now, you knew it was serious when she started squeezing your cock through your pants. She did it at the most unexpected moments to catch you by surprise, and your way of responding was always to grab her ass. But she wanted more. You wanted more.
So there you went, straight to your festival tent, located rather towards the back, almost bordering on the forest beyond. It was one in the morning, and you both had a good amount of beers in your system. She was carrying an unopened one in her hand, in fact. You weren't surprised; the little you knew about her was that she was quite the party girl.
You walked in with her hand in hand and zipped up the tent behind you. Lily soon threw her arms around your neck and pressed herself against you, the cold beer can pressed against your upper back. In contrast, it was hot in there. Largely because of how horny you both were.
"Mmm, fucking finally huh?" she murmured hoarsely before crashing her lips against yours.
You immediately wrapped your arms around Lily's curvy, slightly fleshy body, one around her waist and the other across her back, accepting her lips in a desperate, disastrous kiss. The tent was large, with a padded floor and a high ceiling, allowing you to move comfortably with her to the center, near the mat where you later hoped to sleep with her.
A moan escaped Lily's mouth as you brought your face to her neck and, without a second thought, gave a long upward lick to her soft, sweaty skin, your hands gripping her waist tightly. Normally, at a festival, after hours and hours of sun and heat and sweat, you would be smelly and sticky. Not Lily. She continued to give off the same pleasant and addictive lavender aroma.
"My god, you're so fucking hot," you growled between kisses and hickeys on her neck and jaw. Now you had her by the ass, with strong grips that made her push against you. "You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"
"Of course not, idiot," she grumbled, reaching a hand inside your sweatpants to pull out your erect cock and stroke it. It was the hand she held the beer with, so it was cold and wet to the touch, the sensation amplified by the cold metal of his rings.
"Great" you returned to her lips, a few more slobbery kisses before looking into those deep black-lined eyes. "Although if I'm honest, if you had I wouldn't have given a damn."
"What a jerk."
"I'm serious," you now moved down her neck and collarbone, avoiding her choker and the gold necklace she was wearing. When you were on your knees in front of her, both hands on her wide hips, you looked into her eyes. "You could be wearing an engagement ring right now, woman, but I'd still fuck your brains out."
“Shut the fuck up and worship me,” she demanded, cupping your face with the same icy hand, her nails digging into your cheeks. "You've been pawing at my belly all day and drooling over it, haven't you? Fucking kiss me there. Go on."
Lily released your face with a gentle nudge, letting you bury yourself fully against her abdomen. So perfect. So soft. So deliciously gifted by the gods. You showered it with kisses, every single inch: her sides, right along her Adonis belt; her lower abs; all around her navel. Even the flesh of her waist, on either side, ended up soaked with your saliva.
With both hands on her hips, you spun her around abruptly so that her ass was now what lay right before your face. Your fingers worked quickly on the button of her latex pants and on her zipper, which you pulled all the way down before giving a sudden yank downward. The pants were already stupidly tight to begin with, but, compounded by the sweat, they clung so tightly to her skin that you had to pull them down inch by inch, hard, until they bunched up right at the tops of her thighs, forming a sexy ring of soft flesh spilling over the latex.
You left them right there. It was exactly what you needed, nothing more. Her ass lay exposed just inches from your face, round and lovely. She wore a pair of pretty black lace panties that left almost her entire buttocks bare. Before doing anything else, you gripped her thighs and let your lips roam over the soft flesh of her ass. Lily, watching you over her shoulder, lips parted and a faint blush rising in her cheeks, gasped with every little kiss.
"This is what you’ve wanted all day, isn't it?" Lily asked. The question made you smile as you slowly slid her panties down. "You haven't stopped staring and grabbing it all fucking day."
"And you haven't been able to stop rubbing it against my dick," you retorted. Lily’s panties ended up bunched around her thighs, sitting at the exact same level as her pants. She was soaked down there, you could tell even in the dim light of your tent. "We'll see how you get when I shove it in your mouth and fuck your throat."
"We're not talking about me, you punk."
As soon as she finished that sentence, Lily grabbed the hair at the back of your head and buried your face deep between her ass cheeks. Your mouth found the soft flesh of her slippery folds, slightly salty to the taste. The moan she let out was enough to drive any man wild. You explored her slit, thirsty. Your heavy breathing and hot breath warmed against her skin. There wasn't a single part of her pretty pussy that your tongue didn't stimulate.
You heard the unmistakable gaseous hiss of a beer can popping open.
You looked up.
"Fancy a coldie, party boy?"
You smirked. Just how freaky were you feeling on this particular day? Lily’s gaze, heavy with lust and a faint spark of mischief, gave you the answer: pretty damn freaky.
"Go on."
Lily didn't wait; she brought the beer can down to her lower back and poured the cold liquid right between her ass cheeks. The steady stream, cascading down her crack and dripping over her buttocks, met your lips. You lapped it up as best you could, all while your tongue worked away at her pussy. The tent floor was going to be a total disaster, but it was going to be worth every damn second.
Still not satisfied, Lily kept pouring the beer down her ass crack. With both hands cupping her ass, you devoted yourself completely to the task, drinking up as much as you could while squeezing and massaging her buttocks. It was a bit of a waste, considering the vast majority of the beer just ended up on the floor. But seriously, who the fuck cared?
The beer can went empty; you heard Lily toss it into a corner of the tent.
"I hope that was delicious, you bastard," she growled. Her grip remained on the back of your neck, tighter now. Her fingernails dug into your scalp as you continued to devour her. "I could have just drunk that myself."
"You’ve already had like six of those. One more wouldn't make a difference."
You spread Lily's ass cheeks apart and, with determination, let your tongue work faster. Your focus was her clit. Lily squealed with pleasure, and it wasn't long before she thrust her hips against your face as she reached her climax.
"Ohhh shit!" Lily moaned, smothering you with her ass, her thighs trembling. "You really were hungry for that pussy, huh?"
You pulled away and sprang to your feet, grabbed Lily by the waist, and delivered a stinging slap to her right ass cheek. The red mark appeared instantly.
The truth was, you were horny as hell. You weren't even thinking straight when, with a single yank, you pulled your sweatpants and boxers down to your calves, spat in your hand to lube up your cock, and buried it deep inside the best pussy you’d ever had in your damn life.
"Nnnngh, you son of a bitch!" she growled.
Lily, still with her knees slightly bent, instinctively bent her upper body downward, desperately searching for something to grab onto while you remained buried inside her, balls-deep. She only managed to find one of your wrists. Her other arm hung limply beneath her.
The lascivious, wet sounds of sweaty flesh slapping together took over the tent. Your thrusts were wild, each one sending your glans slamming against her cervix and making that sexy flesh jiggle like jelly. She was wet as hell. Every inch of your veiny cock slid slickly in and out of her. Lily struggled to keep her balance amidst all the shaking, the movement of her legs restricted by the way her pants remained (and would continue to remain) bunched up around her thighs. Her moans, more screams than anything else, vied for acoustic space.
You gave her no respite, not even for a second, blinded by lust and perhaps a little by the eight beers coursing through your blood. With a growl, you grabbed her by the forearms, yanked her arms back, causing her back to arch, and pumped your hips in an animalistic frenzy until Lily came with a sharp, strangled cry.
"God! I drive you fucking crazy, don't I?" Lily looked back at you over her shoulder, her face twisted in pleasure, her thighs and hips still writhing. "Is that why you're fucking me like a filthy whore?"
You yanked yourself abruptly out of her, released her arms, and let her drop to her knees. Lily followed you with her eyes as you circled around her, grabbed a handful of her long platinum hair, and forced your cock deep into her mouth. She sucked you hard, tasting her own pussy through you, slurping up the very saliva she left behind.
"Oh yeah, be a filthy whore and suck that cock," you growled, your grip firm on her hair.
Lily wrapped three fingers around the base, holding your cock straight as she diligently pumped the head at a steady rhythm, gagging each time her lips brushed against her own fingers. You landed a sharp slap against her cheek, making her moan with your flesh still inside her, then grabbed your cock and pulled it out of her mouth.
"Mmm, how would it bother you to smudge that pretty eyeliner just a little bit?" you asked, tapping your cock against her outstretched tongue.
"Minus fucking two," she said, rubbing herself against your shaft, using her beautiful aquiline nose to trace its length. "You can throat-fuck me, spit on me, slap me, choke me. Fuck, get me pregnant if you feel like it."
"Alright, well, we'll draw the line at that last one."
Lily laughed, maintaining an amused expression even as you shoved your cock back into her mouth. You thrust straight down to the bottom, both hands cupping the back of her head. The teasing smirk vanished from her face. She scrunched up her nose and gagged around you. A trickle of saliva spilled down past her lower lip.
"That's it, choke on it, bitch," you growled through clenched teeth, driving her head against your pelvis.
More saliva dripped onto the floor. You held her there for several long seconds, and then, instead of letting her breathe, you started pumping your hips. Fast, deep thrusts. Your balls slammed against her chin with every stroke. More and more saliva. Lily locked eyes with you as tears began to well up in her own. These soon slid down her cheeks.
It took a good number of thrusts to keep her crying. With a triumphant smile, you finally stopped when the black eyeliner ran beneath her eyes, merging with her tears. You pulled out of her mouth with a sharp tug. Lily gasped for air, a complete mess; her entire mouth and chin were smeared with thick saliva, which dripped straight down into the cleavage of her top and onto her thighs.
You delivered a sharp slap to her cheek just as she was trying to catch her breath. A moan escaped her lips.
"Happy?" you asked.
Lily raised her eyes and met your gaze.
"Not until you make my pussy absolutely dripping wet," she declared in a faint voice. "And when I say dripping... I mean really dripping. I want to turn your damn tent into a swimming pool."
Fuck.
You immediately dropped to your knees and laid her flat on her back. She couldn't spread her legs, not even a couple of centimeters. Your only option—and one you didn't complain about in the slightest—was to press both of her knees up against her torso. Lily held her legs in place, gripping them behind the knees with both arms. Her pussy, squeezed tight between her thighs, made your mouth water.
You drove your cock inside her with a forceful thrust. Her pussy was so slick that the smooth motion made you gasp.
With your hands on her thighs, fingers digging firmly into her soft flesh, you began to fuck her pussy with deep, reckless thrusts. Lily’s back arched. With her eyes closed, she parted her lips, doing nothing but panting. Every now and then, a sensual moan escaped her.
"Fuuuuck!" Lily growled, her fingernails digging into the latex of her pants so hard that she actually punctured it slightly. "So fucking good, oh my god... oh my god, oh my god!"
You leaned forward, bracing your fists against the tent canvas on either side of her arms, and transitioned into an up-and-down motion, slamming her pussy against the floor. Lily lost her breath with the first few thrusts, but then managed to regain her breathing and looked up at you. Her smudged eyeliner had left dark streaks across her cheeks.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "Pound me, you fucking punk. Pound me hard!"
Lily came with a primal growl just seconds later. As her thighs trembled, her pussy made a soft squelching sound with every one of your thrusts. You felt a tiny spurt of warm liquid splash against your shaft. It wasn't enough, and you knew it. You continued, relentless. You moved her arms away from around her legs and replaced them with your upper torso, pinning her between yourself and the ground.
Finally, you were forced to pull out of her when she came so hard that, this time, a jet of fluid shot upward, splashed against your abdomen, and trickled back down.
"Just like that, fuck!" Lily shrieked, so ecstatic that her cheeks were flushed with a blush that spread all the way down to her chest. "You’re a fucking marvel!"
The way she said it burrowed into your brain and sent tingles through you. With that sexy accent of hers. That alluring way she rolled her R’s and emphasized her L’s.
God, you were starving for her.
You laid her down on her side and kept fucking her, her knees pressed against her torso, one hand on her fleshy waist, and the other right where the latex bunched up against the flesh of her thighs. You brought her to climax two more times like that, resulting in two more spurts of squirt. The first one stronger than the last.
True to her word, Lily had turned your tent into a goddamn swamp. The entire floor between your legs was soaked. Little rivulets branched out from the main pool, spreading toward the sides. She was breathing in ragged gasps, completely overstimulated. Her long, platinum hair was a total mess. There were fresh tears in her eyes. She was just as sweaty as you were.
"As obsessed as I am with how you look trapped inside those pants, I’m starting to want to see a little more of you," you said.
"I couldn't agree more," Lily panted.
It was a struggle to get her pants off, given how tightly they clung to her skin, but within a few minutes, you managed to strip her completely naked. You undressed yourself as well. Then, you climbed on top of her and spent a good while just kissing her, letting your hands explore every inch of her body until she guided you back inside her.
You fucked her missionary-style, then on your sides, sucking and licking her modest yet full breasts, and you even let her ride you. The mess from a moment ago didn't repeat itself, but you could tell from her gaze that each orgasm was triggering an increasingly severe short circuit in her brain.
About half an hour later, when you felt you’d reached the point of no return on your way to climax, and just as Lily was riding out another orgasm, she grabbed your chin and made you look her in the eye.
"Fuck my ass," she murmured. "Raw. I don't care if it doesn't fit all."
"Are you sure? Have you done this before?"
"I didn't ask you to interrogate me about my sex life. I asked you to fuck my ass." Lily turned around and got onto her hands and knees, her ass thrust up toward you, mere centimeters from the ground. "Now."
Well, who were you to refuse?
You quickly rose onto your knees behind her, placed a hand on her waist to steady her, and, after a bit of preliminary lubrication courtesy of your own saliva, pressed your glans against her asshole. Lily hissed in pain at first, but her walls eventually yielded. Only partially, though; you only managed to get about half your shaft inside. Any deeper became painful for her.
It was perfectly enough for you. You planted a foot on the ground, gripped her by the hips, and began thrusting up and down. You both had an absolutely fucking amazing time, moaning almost in unison against the backdrop of the festival’s roar and the activity in the surrounding tents. Lily’s ass ended up bright red with hand marks. Her hair? A tangled mess. Her body? Dripping with sweat.
You had her held fast by her choker, pulling back and half-choking her, when you felt the tingling sensation in your lower body.
"I'm going to cum inside you," you growled, clenching your teeth. You were certain the veins were bulging in your temples. "I'm going to fill your fucking ass."
"Then fill my fucking ass," Lily growled back, the right side of her face pressed against the bottom edge of your mat, her arms tucked underneath it. She was already melting with pleasure; her brain must have felt like mush, her head clouded by lust. "That is, after all, why I’ve been messing with your head all day."
"Would you have done this with just any other good-looking guy?" you asked.
"Why lie to you?" A mocking smile formed on her face. "Probably. You were just in the right place at the right time."
"What a fucking bitch." You yanked harder on her choker, making her gasp for air. "Fuck, mmph!"
Lily laughed faintly again, closing her eyes as she felt the first thick gush of semen flood her tight cavity. She tried to moan, but only a soft breath escaped her lips. You filled her up like a goddamn cream pie, throbbing deep inside her. Before long, the cum began to spill over the edges.
You released the choker, allowing her breathing to return to normal. Very slowly, you pulled out of her, stepped back, and admired your handiwork: her dilated ass, brimming with thick whitish fluid that trickled down her cleft, ran through the folds of her pussy, and dripped onto the floor.
You delivered one last hard smack to her ass, sending her tumbling onto her side. Lily looked up at you.
"Don't take that last thing I said to heart..." she murmured. "My expectations were actually pretty low. I actually like you."
"...Thanks?" You went to lie down beside her, sweaty, exhausted, and with aching knees. "Shall we sleep?"
A dry, sharp laugh made you look at her with a frown. She met your gaze.
"Sleep?" Lily raised an eyebrow. "Not a chance. I’m going to call my girls and tell them I found the perfect little toy. You thought I’m freaky? Wait till you meet them."
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for Vixen
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for Tushy
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for Tushy Raw
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lepas aku tunjuk vid dia main kat fon aku terus dia terdiam, aku pun cakap
"sedapnye main guna spender orang"
dia pun cuak "pls jgn share kat org lain kalau kantoi mati aina"
"bole tapi akak kena janji dulu"
"janji apa tu"
"janji yang akak akan buat seks dgn saya bila2 masa dimana jua"
dia pun kata "jgnla mcmtu akak dh fikir syafiq mcm adik akak sendiri"
aku pun cakap "adek ke tempat akak puaskan nafsu"
dia pun terdiam
aku pun terus start action aku first aku rebah kan dia aku kat atas dia kat bawah mula2 dia tolak taknak tapi dh tgk aku bukak seluar ternampak batang aku yg keras terus dia diam. aku pun kata "nie la batang yg akak selalu bayangkan masa main dlm tandas tu". pastu aku start ramas2 tetek dia terkejut aku dia tk pakai bra terus aku tnye mmg sengaja ke nk tunjuk dia pun malu2 je nak cakap aku go on jela bukak baju tido dia tersembul tetek pink yg selalu aku bayangkan dari luar je apalagi aku terus hisap la terdesah dia aku buat mcm tu. tak lama pastu aku pegang pepek dia pulak aku tarik seluar dia terus ternampak pepek yang licin dan pink nafsu aku terus mencanak pastu aku start main area tu masa aku main kelentit dia terus dia buat muka stim. aku pun finger dia dulu bagi pemanasan tau2 dah basah dh dia punya pepek, aku tease dia kata "dh basah ni sukala tu kena paksa main". aku pun cakap
"syafiq start eh kak" dia angguk je bagi green light aku pun apa lagi terus tebuk la pepek yg dh lama aku nak rsa baru kepala masuk rsa dh nak terpancut aku di buatnya ketat gile lubang dia baru setengah batang aku dh nak menangis dia,
aku tnye "sakit ke?"
dia jawab "ha ah"
"takpe sakit sikit je tu kak awal2 mmg macamtu dah lama sedap" aku pun sambung
ada dalam 5 minit la aku dok main sorang tarik dgn dia terus rsa nak pancut makin kuat aku jolok nak bagi dia klimaks dulu sblm aku pancut, bila aku buat mcm tu terus dia mendesah kata jgn laju sgt sakit, aku peduli apa makin laju aku buat baru sedap tk lama aku buat mcm tu dia terus kata nak terkeluar dah, aku pun laju2 buat bagi keluar sama2 masa dia jerit tu
"ahhh keluar dah" aku pun sama terpancut at the same time dia tersenyum tgk aku pancut dalam pepek dia. Aku tanya la "sedap tak kena fuck tadi"
"sedap akak suka batang syafiq, akak nak lagi bole?" finally dia ngaku pun yg dia nafsu dekat batang aku. Lepas dia cakap macam tu aku terus mintak dia pusingkan badan kalini aku nak try doggy dia pulak.
"kita try position lain okay kak"aku terus proceed masukkan batang aku dkt pepek dia yg masih full dgn air mani aku tadi, kali pertama je aku masukkan terus mendesah dia. Aku dh tahu mesti sedap punya ni terus aku lajukan tusukan aku, makin kuat dia mendesah sambil tu aku ramas tetek dia and tampar bontot dia berbunyi kena tampar aku mmg montok betul bontot dia, tak lama pastu kami pun pancut. Lepas dari tu aku tanya kat akak aina sudi tak dia jadi sex partner aku, dia terus cakap
"untuk syafiq semua boleh nak pregnantkan akak pun boleh" dgr dia cakap mcm tu terus mencanak kote aku terbangun,
"ehh suka ke akak cakap mcmtu"
"sukala dapat fuck akak aina puas2 sampai preg"
aku tnye dia "kak apa kata time kita buat seks akak panggil saya sayang baru feel"
"syafiq nak kena panggil sayang? boleh sayang untuk awak semua boleh tapi nak panggil akak apa?"
"baby la?" dia pun angguk
"baby tolong blowjobkan sayang punya batang" terus dia isap dgn nafsunya time tu baru aku tgk the real kak aina.
"baby, sayang dah nak pancut ni ahhh" aku pun terus pancut dalam mulut dia, tanpa arahan aku dia terus telan saki baki air mani aku yang ada kat dalam mulut dia.
"sedap ke sayang punya air mani?
"sedap rsa kenyal2"
lepas dari tu dalam 2 3 round kami main so malam tu memang all out sampai basah katil aku kena klimaks dia.
"baby memang dh lama ke nafsu macam ni"
"ha ah baby dh jdi ketagih sehari mesti sekali paling2 masturbate kalau tak tak puas"
"habisla sayang lepas ni jadi mesin pemus nafsu baby"
"sayang dulu yg start baby ikut je"
"yela baby sayang ni" aku cium dahi dia n bgi dia french kiss.
"baby dh ngantuk ke? kalau ngantuk jumlah tido?"
"nak tido macam mane?"
"ala takpe tido je bogel situ esok kita kemas"
kami pun tido berpelukan lepas letih bermain bersama2 malam tu.
keesokan pagi aku bangun dgn dikejutkan oleh sebuah blowjob dari sepupu tercintaku
"ehh baby buat apa ni"
"tgh tolong u morning wood la sebelum ni mampu tgk je skrg dh bole tolong"
"ooo selalu la perhati batang sayang sebelum ni eh" dia pun diam malu.
pagi tu kami pun mandi sama2 dalam masa yang sama main jugak la 2 round macam tu. pastu kami pun keluar n pakai baju, lepas sarapan aku terus fuck dia atas meja makan tu.
"sayang nak makan baby pulak"
"ahhh sayang jgn ganas sangat" terus aku masukkan kote aku memang gile dia mendesah sbb takde org dgr en mmg mcm tgh fuck dengan suami isteri pastu kami pun pancut at the same time. ingat dah habis? tak aku angkat dia pergi kat sofa n sambung fuck dia kat situ memang horny giler dia aku buat
"yes sayang laju lagi laju lagi baby suka"
"sayang jangan stop baby nak kote sayang ahhh"
"baby sayang nak pancut kat tetek baby bole tak?"
"pancut la, pancut kat tetek pink baby ahhh"
banyak jugak la aku pancut kat tetek dia semua air mani aku tu dia pergi gosok kat tetek dia macam jadi baby oil pulak.
"baby ni nakal la buat macam tu dekat luar nampak mcm good girl dkt dalam ada bad girl rupanya"
"sayang yg buat baby jdi ketagih mcm ni now sayang kena la puaskan baby"
"jgn marah baby sayang gurau je ni sayang cium" kami dua pun bermain lidah dgn sangat nikmat.
"baby letih dah ke?"
"letih la juga kena toron dari tadi"
"kalau baby letih kita stop dulu lah"
"baby nak blowjob sayang dulu boleh?"
"boleh je, baby sayang nak record baby isap kote sayang bole tak nak buat kenangan"
"boleh sayang nanti u pancut kat muka i okay"
"sedapnye baby ughhh, dah nak pancut ni meh muka u"
terus penuh muka dia dgn air mani aku
"horny nye muka baby kena pancut memang fav baby la air mani sayang ni"
"thanks sayang dah sedapkan i and bagi air mani u kat i finally craving i dh tercapai"
"your welcome baby dah rehat la baby dh letih tu dari pagi main"
"okay sayang"
kak aina pun masuk bilik and rehat aku pulak kemas apa yg patut. Letih juga la adek aku nak melayan nafsu kuda kak aina ni sehari kira2 berbelas kali dh aku pancut memang giler aina ni nasib baik cantik. Dah habis kemas2 aku pun masuk bilik nak jenguk dia nyenyak betul dia tido atas katil aku, dhla bogel air mani aku pun masih ada kat dalam puki dia boleh pulak dia tido. Aku pun bgi dia berehat dulu yela kan mesti penat main dgn aku. sambung part 3
The sun sets low over the private pool at the upscale resort you've checked into for the weekend.
You're sprawled on one of those chairs, a cold drink sweating in your hand, but your eyes are locked on Jisun, your girlfriend over six months.
She's relaxing by the pool's edge, she's wearing a black bikini with a bold leopard print pattern, clinging to her tanned skin, barely containing her curves. The top struggles to hold her full breasts, the leopard print accentuating their swell, while the bottoms ride low, hugging her hips and teasing the curve of her ass.
Jisun catches you staring and smirks, her lips curling as her eyes meet yours.
"Enjoying the view, baby?" she teases, her voice low, makes your stomach tighten. She stretches, arching her back, her breasts pushing out, and you feel your cock twitch in your swim trunks.
You nod, swallowing hard, trying to keep it together, but she's already moving toward you, her hips swaying, the bikini bottom riding low.
She stops right in front of you, close enough that you can smell her coconut sunscreen, and leans down, her cleavage inches from your face, "You're being such a good boy, just sitting there, watching me," she purrs near your ear.
"You need Mommy to take care of you, don't you?" The word hits you, your heart racing, your cock hardening instantly. She's only used the 'Mommy' thing a few times before, always when you're alone, and it flips a switch in you every time.
"Jisun..." you mutter, trying to loosen up.
She shakes her head, clicking her tongue "Uh-uh," she says, her finger tracing your jaw, tilting your chin up, "It's Mommy by the pool, big baby. Be good for me." Her eyes showing playfulness.
You nod, instantly.
She straddles your lap, settling onto your thighs, her bikini panties pressing against your growing bulge, and you groan, your hands instinctively grabbing her hips.
"Did Mommy say you can touch?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
You freeze, raising hands to hovering her hips.
She smiles, "Good boy... Keep those hands to yourself until I say."
She grinds against you, slow and deliberate, the friction making you grit your teeth. Her tits are right there, barely contained, and you're dying to touch her, but you obey, your hands gripping the chair instead.
"Please, Mommy..." you begged, your voice needy.
She smile widens, her fingers sliding into your hair, "Look at you, begging already?" she murmurs, leaning closer, her lips brushing your ear, "You want Mommy to make you feel good, don't you?"
You nod, your cock throbbing, and she laughs softly, her hand slipping down to palm you through your trunks.
"So hard for me. Such a good boy," she slides off your lap, kneeling between your legs, her hands tugging at your trunks.
"Lift," she orders, and you do, letting her pull them down, your cock springing free, hard and throbbing.
She licks her lips, her eyes locked on you, and your breath catches as she leans forward, her tongue flicking out, teasing the tip.
"Fuck," you groan, and she smirks, her hand wrapping around you, stroking slow.
"Language, baby," she scolds, her voice still that playful, "Mommy doesn't like it when you curse."
She squeezes you, just enough to make you gasp, and then her mouth's on you, warm and wet, taking you deep.
You moan, your head falling back, the heat building in you. Her tongue swirls, her lips tight, and she hums inside, making your body shake.
"You taste so good," she murmurs, pulling back, a string of spit connecting her lips to your cock, "Mommy's gonna take such good care of you."
She stands, steps toward the pool, her hips swaying, and glances over her shoulder, "Come sit on the edge, baby. Let Mommy take care of you."
You obey, moving to the pool's edge. Jisun slips into the pool, the water rippling around her as she wades closer, her breasts bobbing just above the surface.
She stops between your legs, her hands resting on your thighs, the water lapping at her waist, "You like when Mommy touches you?" she asks, her hand wrapping around your cock, stroking slow, the water making her grip slick, her thumb circling the tip, smearing precum.
You nod, groan, "Yes, Mommy, fuck," your head tipping back, the sensation of her warm hand and the cool pool water a dizzying contrast.
She leans forward, her lips brushing your cock, teasing, before she takes you into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. You moan, "Oh, shit, Mommy," your hands gripping the edge of the pool as she sucks, her mouth warm, wet, and tight.
She bobs her head, taking you deeper, her throat relaxing, and you feel the vibration of her hum, "Mmm, so good for Mommy."
The water splashes softly as she moves, her breasts bouncing just above the surface, and she pulls back, licking her lips, a string of spit connecting her to your cock.
"You're doing so well," she says, her hands sliding to her bikini top, tugging it down to free her breasts completely. They're full, perfect, glistening with water, and she presses them together, looking up at you with that wicked smile. "Wanna fuck Mommy's tits, baby?" she asks, and you nod instantly as your cock throbbing.
She leans forward, wrapping her breasts around your cock, the soft, warm of her breasts amplifying as she starts to move, sliding them up and down, squeezed your cock tight.
You groan, "Fuck, Mommy, that feels so good."
She laughs softly, "Of course it does, baby. Mommy knows exactly what you need."
She moves faster, her nipples nudging your thighs, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of your cock each time it peeks through her cleavage.
"You wanna cum for Mommy, don't you?"
You're panting now, your balls tight, she switches back to her hand, stroking fast, her other hand cupping your balls, squeezing gently, the pressure building.
"Please, Mommy, I'm so close," you beg, your voice shaking, and she smiles, leaning down to suck you again, her lips tight, her tongue swirling.
"Cum for Mommy, baby," she orders, pulling back just as you hit the edge, her hand stroking fast, aiming your cock at her face.
You groan, "Fuck, Mommy!" pleasured snapped, your orgasm hits, thick ropes of cum shooting across her face, splattering her lips, cheeks, and chin.
She opens her mouth, catching some, her eyes half closed in pleasure as she moans, "Good boy, so good boy for Mommy." She licks her lips, tasting you, and wipes the rest with her fingers, sucking them clean while you watch.
She climbs out of the pool, water dripping from her body, her bikini top still around her waist, her breasts glistening. She straddles your lap again, pressing her wet body against you, her lips brushing your ear.
"You made Mommy so proud..." she whispers, kissing you softly, her cum streaked face inches from yours.
"You're mine, baby..." her voice soft but possessive. "Always Mommy's good boy."
She shifts, her thigh grazing your groin, and notices the slight stir in your swim trunks. Her lips curl into smile, her eyes glinting a spark.
"Oh, baby," she purrs, her voice low, "you're not done yet, aren't you?"
Her hand slides down, fingers tracing your chest, then lower, slipping into your trunks to wrap around your softening cock. You groan, your body responding instantly.
"Mommy's not finished with you," she says, stroking you slow and deliberate, her grip firm, the leopard print bikini shifting as she leans closer, her breasts brushing your arm.
"Fuck, Mommy," you mutter rough, your cock start hardening under her touch. Ser fingers slick with water and precum, teasing you back to full arousal.
She hums, pleased, her thumb circling the tip, making you hiss, "Such a good boy, getting hard for Mommy again," her eyes locked on yours, "You love how Mommy makes you feel, don't you?"
"Yes, Mommy," you gasp, your hips bucking into her hand.
She speeds up, her strokes firmer, her other hand cupping your balls, squeezing gently. You're throbbing, fully hard now, your head spinning with pleasure.
She pulls her hand away, leaving you aching, and stands, the water dripping from her body, "Get in the pool, baby," she orders, her voice firm, that mommy tone making your pulse race.
You slide into the water, she follows, wading in until the water reaches her chest, her breasts floating just above the surface.
She moves closer, her hands on your shoulders, pushing you back against the pool's edge. "Mommy wants you to fuck her now," she says, her eyes glint commanding. "Underwater. Be good and do it right."
You nod, your cock throbbing as she wraps her legs around you, the water making her light, her pussy brushing against you. She tugs her panties aside, exposing her slick entrance, and you groan, "Fuck, Mommy, you're so ready."
She smirks, guiding your cock to her, the water swirling around you both. "Language, baby," she scolds, but her voice is breathy. "Now fuck Mommy like you mean it."
You thrust into her, the water slowing your movements but making every sensation more intense, her pussy tight and hot, clenching around you.
She moans, "Oh, yes, good boy," her nails digging into your shoulders as you push deeper. The water sloshes around you, her breasts bouncing just above the surface, and you grab her hips, ignoring her earlier rules, fucking her harder.
She's moaning louder now, "Harder, baby, make Mommy come."
You obey, slamming into her, water splashing, her pussy gripping you tight, her tits fully exposed, bouncing with each thrust.
You lean down, sucking a nipple, making her cry out, "Fuck, yes, just like that!" her words spill, her mommy persona faltering in her pleasure, "God, you're so fucking deep, baby, Mommy loves your cock, don't fucking stop!"
You feel her tightening, her body trembling, and you rub her clit underwater, your fingers rough against her sensitive bud.
"Come for me, Mommy," you groan, your own release building,
She screams, "Fuck, I'm coming!" her orgasm hits hard, her pussy pulsing around you, her body shaking as she clings to you, her moans echoing across the pool. The sight of her, breasts bouncing, face flushed, pushes you over the edge.
You pull out, "Fuck!" stroking yourself fast, she back off, slightly bend her body towards you.
"Mommy!" you cum hard, thick ropes splattering across her face again, catching in her hair, dripping down her chin onto her breasts
She pants, licking her lips, tasting you, her eyes half closed in pleasure, "Such a good boy for Mommy," she murmurs, wiping her face with her fingers, sucking them clean.
She adjusts her bikini, the leopard print settling back into place, and climbs out of the pool, water streaming from her body.
You follow, collapsing onto a lounge chair, your body spent but buzzing.
She straddles you again, her wet bikini pressing against you, and kisses you softly, "You're so good, baby boy..."
The sun settling deepens around the private pool, the water shimmering under the first stars, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and Jisun's coconut sunscreen.
She's sprawled across your lap on the lounge chair, her black leopard print bikini still askew, the top bunched around her waist, her full breasts glistening with pool water and traces of your cum. You want to taste her, claim every part of her, make her completely yours/
"Mommy," you said, low, and her eyes glint, her hand stroking your cheek as she shifts, straddling you fully, her wet bikini panties pressing against your thigh.
"You've been so good, baby," she purrs, "but you want more of Mommy, don't you?"
You nod, your hands hovering, still obeying her earlier rule not to touch without permission.
She smiles, pleased, and leans back on the lounge chair, spreading her arms. "Go ahead, baby. Taste Mommy. Make me yours."
You don't hesitate, your lips finding her face first, kissing the curve of her cheek, tasting the salty mix of your cum and her skin. She moans softly, "Good boy," her voice guiding you as you lick along her jaw, her neck, savoring the warmth, the faint salt of her sweat.
You move lower, kissing her collarbone, then her armpit, the musky scent driving you wild as you lick the sensitive skin, making her giggle and gasp, "Fuck, baby, that's it," your tongue tracing the soft curve of her underarm, claiming every inch.
You slide down, kissing her stomach, the smooth skin of it shaking under your lips. The leopard print bikini top dangles uselessly, and you pause at her breasts, sucking each nipple hard, her moans growing louder, "Yes, baby, Mommy loves that."
You bite gently, making her hiss, "Fuck, good boy," her hands tangling in your hair, guiding you lower.
You kiss her thighs, thick and warm, licking the inner part. She spreads her legs wider, her breath hitching, "Keep going, baby."
You move to her feet, kissing the curves, sucking her toes, and she squirms, laughing softly, "You're so naughty for Mommy."
You work your way back up, kissing her calves, her knees, until you're at her bikini panties. You tug panties aside, revealing her pussy, still slick glistening from before, "Taste Mommy here," she orders, her voice firm.
You obey, your tongue sliding over her folds, the sweet, musky taste making you groan. She moans, "Oh, fuck, yes, baby," her hips bucking as you lick deeper, sucking her clit, your tongue exploring every slit of her pussy.
"Such a good boy," she gasps, her hands pushing your head closer, her pussy grinding against your mouth. You eat her, licking, sucking, tasting every part, her moans spilling out, "Fuck, don't stop, baby, eat Mommy's pussy."
You do, relentless, your tongue shoving inside her, your lips sucking her clit until she's shaking, her orgasm hitting hard.
"Fuck, I'm coming!" she screams, her pussy pulsing against your mouth, her thighs clamping around your head as she rides it out, her moans filling across the pool. You pull back, panting, her taste lingering on your lips.
She sits up, "You’re not done, baby," she says, "Mommy wants you hard again."
She reaches for your cock, stroking slow, shifting as she moves, "Get hard for Mommy," she orders, you can feel your cock throbbing under her touch.
"Fuck me again, baby," she says, lying back on the lounge chair, spreading her legs wide.
You climb over her, your cock sliding into her pussy, still tight, still wet.
She moans, "Yes, good boy, fuck Mommy hard."
You thrust deep, the chair creaking, her tits bouncing, "Harder," she demands, her nails digging into your back, "make Mommy come again." You pound into her, claiming her, her moans, "Fuck, baby, you’re so deep, Mommy loves it," spilling.
You taste her neck again, licking the sweat, then her lips, kissing her hard as you fuck her, her tongue meeting yours.
"You're mine," you growl.
"Yes, baby, all yours, Mommy's yours." she gasp, her pussy clenches, her body shaking, and she screams, "I'm coming again!" her orgasm ripping through her, pulling you over the edge.
You pull out, stroking your cock fast, "Fuck!" cumming across her face, thick ropes splattering her lips, cheeks, marking her again.
She lies there, panting, cum streaked, her eyes half closed in pleasure, "Good boy..." she whispers, licking her lips, tasting you.
The night cloaks the resort in silence, you're on the bed now, the room in soft glow of a single lamp.
Jisun lies back, her arms open, and you curl into her, your head resting on her chest, her coconut-scented hair brushes your cheek, and her warmth wrapping you.
"My sweet baby," her voice gentle, wraps you in comfort.
You nuzzle closer, not wanting an inch of space between you, your arm draped over her waist, her curves a perfect fit against you, "You're mine, Mommy," you whisper
She smiles, her fingers stroking your hair, "Always, baby," she says, kissing your forehead softly.
The resort is silent, the night stretching on, and you cling to her, knowing she's yours, her warmth, her love, keeping you tight, never wanting to be far from her.
Synopsis: You are a 21 year old working as Junior Writer at some Digital Agency. Three women, Ms. Saerom from marketing, Ms. Eunbi from sales, and Seoyeon as new Junior Strategist, keep pulling you out of your bubble. They bring teasing, tension, and feelings you're not sure you're ready to deal with.
Lee Saerom / Kwon Eunbi / Yoon Seoyeon
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A weekend with Seoyeon, ignites a shy spark that changes everything.
It's a Wednesday, the office sounds with its usual routine, keyboards clacking, coffee machine humming.
During lunch, you find Seoyeon in the pantry, steeping her chamomile tea, her movements slower than usual.
"Hey," you say, grabbing a water bottle, keeping your tone light despite the way your heart speeds up. She jumps slightly, then smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
"Hi," she replies, her voice soft, almost fragile.
"Busy day?" You ask, trying to keep it normal, but her fingers tremble as she stirs her tea.
"Yeah, the usual," she said calm, but her fingers tremble as she stirs her tea.
You lean against the counter, "You okay? You seem... tired." You hesitate, not wanting to obvious, but her quiet feels heavier than her usual.
She glances down, her smile fading. "Just... didn't sleep well," she mumbles, clutching her cup, "Lots on my mind."
Her phone buzzes on the counter, and she flinches, quickly silencing it. You catch the name on the screen. Yunho. before she flips it over, her face tightening.
"Everything alright?" you ask, your voice gentle, sensing something's wrong.
She nods too quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah... my boyfriend."
It lands like a small shock, though you'd heard rumors she is had a close friend outside work.
"It's fine," she adds, but her voice wavers, and she changes the subject. "Um, I'm working on that strategy deck. Could you... maybe take a look later? If you're free?"
Your heart lifts at the chance to spend time with her. "Sure," you say, maybe too eagerly. "After work? I can stay late."
Her smile returns, small but genuine. "Thanks. That'd help me a lot." She grabs her tea and heads out, her phone buzzing again, unanswered.
That evening, the office empties, leaving a quiet sound.
You're wrapping up emails when Seoyeon waves you over to her desk, her space a cozy clutter of notes and sketches.
"Okay, here's what I've got," she says, nervous, pulling up her pitch strategy deck on her tablet.
You sit close, her shoulder brushing yours, her chamomile scent calming despite the tension in her posture.
You go through her slides, offering feedback, and she listens intently, scribbling notes, her shy laughs easing the mood when you tease her about her overly detailed graphs.
But as you work, her phone keeps buzzing, Yunho's name flashing each time.
She ignores it at first, but by the third call, she sighs, her shoulders slumping.
"Sorry," she mutters, silencing it again. "He's... been like this all day."
"You don't have to answer," you say carefully, sensing her discomfort, "If you don't want to," you add.
She bites her lip, her eyes glistening for a moment before she blinks it away. "It's... complicated," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yunho's not... he gets upset if I don't pick up. Says I'm ignoring him." She pauses, fidgeting with her pen.
"We've been fighting a lot lately. He doesn't like me staying late, or... I don't know, being me, sometimes."
Your chest tightens, anger flaring at the thought of her possessive boyfriend, "That doesn't sound fair," you say, keeping your tone soft.
"You deserve to do what makes you happy."
She looks at you, your words hit something deep, "Thanks," she whispers, "I just... I don't know what to do sometimes."
Her phone buzzes again, shattering the moment. She flinches, standing quickly, her face flushed, "I-I should go," she stammers, grabbing her bag.
"But... can we do this again? The work stuff, I mean," her smile is shaky but hopeful, and you nod, giving her space.
"Anytime," you say, standing too.
She waves awkwardly, heading out, her quiet vulnerability drawing you in.
You take your time packing up, zipping your laptop bag and checking your desk before head home.
You leave the office, the cool night air hitting you as you step outside. The street is quiet, lit by streetlamps, with only a few coworkers lingering near the parking lot.
You're about to head home when you spot Seoyeon a short distance away, standing under a lamp. She's not alone, a man, tall and broad-shouldered, is with her, his posture firm.
You can't hear their words, but the argument is clear in their body language, his hands gesturing sharply, her arms crossed, her head turned slightly away. It's intense but quiet, like they're trying not to make a scene.
Your gut twists, this must be Yunho, her boyfriend, the one who's been dial up her phone.
You hesitate, your instinct urging you to approach, to check if she's okay. Seoyeon's face, even from this distance, looks drained, her shoulders slumped, the weight of a long workday and now this argument etched into her expression.
You take a step forward, your heart picking up, but before you can get closer, Yunho notices you. His eyes narrow, and he grabs Seoyeon's wrist, pulling her back a step, putting distance between you and them.
The move is quick, possessive, and Seoyeon stumbles slightly, her face flashing with frustration, maybe even embarrassment.
"Hey," you call out softly, trying to keep your voice calm, non-threatening, but loud enough to reach them.
"Seoyeon, you okay?" your concern slips out, natural but risky, and you stop a few paces away, not wanting to escalate things.
Seoyeon turns, her eyes meeting yours. For a moment, she looks like she wants to say something, her lips parting.
Yunho cuts in, his voice low but sharp, "We're fine," he says, his grip on her wrist tightening briefly before he lets go, "This is not your concern."
Seoyeon is quiet, her gaze dropping to the ground, her hands clenching into fists. She looks exhausted, not just physically, but emotionally, like she's tired of work, of her boyfriend, of everything.
"I'm... I'm okay," she says finally, her voice small, "Just... go home, okay?" Her words are meant for you, but they feel forced, like she's trying to defuse the situation.
You nod slowly, "Alright," you say, keeping your voice steady, "Text me if you need anything, yeah?"
You turn to walk away, feeling Yunho is stare on your back. As you head down the street. You're not sure what’s going on, but the way she looked, trapped, you want to protect her, even if you don't know how.
Meanwhile, Seoyeon stands under the flickering streetlamp, her arms crossed tightly
"Who was that guy?" Yunho asked demands, his tone low but laced with accusation, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer.
"Some coworker you're suddenly so close with? You're out here late, ignoring my calls, and now he's acting like he's your fucking savior? do you slept with him?!"
Seoyeon flinches, her exhaustion making it harder to keep her composure, "Yunho, stop," she says, her voice soft but firm.
"He's just a friend from work. We were reviewing a project, that's all," She rubs her wrist where his grip had been.
Yunho scoffs, running a hand through his hair, his frustration visible, "A friend, huh? You think I'm stupid? I see how you act around guys like that. Smiling, playing all shy. You're always pulling this shit when I'm not around." His words sting, each one blabbing away at her, and she feels the familiar weight of his control tightening around her.
"I'm not doing anything," she snaps, her voice rising slightly before she catches herself, glancing around to make sure no one's nearby. "I'm working late because I have to, Yunho. You know how much this job means to me. Why can't you trust me?"
He steps closer, looming over her, his voice dropping to a cold whisper, "Because you're always giving me reasons not to. You're too close to these guys, Seoyeon. I'm not an idiot. You're mine, and I don't like sharing."
His hand reaches for her arm again, but she pulls back, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt.
"I'm not your property," she says, her voice trembling, the words spilling out before she can stop them.
"I'm trying to make this easy, but why always you make it so hard, Yunho" Her eyes glisten, but she blinks back tears, refusing to let them fall.
She's too tired for this, too worn down to keep fighting the same fight.
Yunho's face hardens, but there's a flicker of unease in his eyes, "Fine," he says, stepping back, his voice clipped. "Go home. We'll talk later. But don't think I'm letting this go." He turns, heading to his car parked nearby, leaving her standing alone under the lamp.
Seoyeon watches him go, her breath shaky, her hands clenched into fists, she wipes her eyes, and starts walking to the bus stop, her steps slow, her heart heavy.
That night, you're at Saerom's place, ringing her bell.
"Hi cutie..." she pulls you inside, her lips on yours before the door fully closes, her hands tugging at your shirt, her body pressing close, her skirt riding up to reveal smooth thighs.
Your hands roaming her curves, your cock hardening as she leads you to her bedroom.
She's on her knees first, sucking you off with that expert precision, her tongue swirling around your tip, her moans vibrating against your cock as she takes you deep.
"Fuck, Ms. Saerom," you hiss, her eyes glinting up at you, and you grip her hair, thrusting gently into her mouth.
You called to her place not for slow, she pushes you onto the bed, straddling you, her panties discarded, her pussy already wet as she sinks down onto your cock.
"Fill me, cutie," she moans, her voice raw, her hips rocking hard, her tight walls gripping you like she’s starving for it.
You fuck her fast, your hands on her hips, her ass bouncing as she rides you, her moans loud and unrestrained.
She's nonstop, her pussy clenching tight, begging for more, and you give it, flipping her over to pound her from behind, yanking her hair.
She gasps, "Harder... fuck, yes!" Her body shakes, her juices soaking you as she comes, her walls milking your cock.
You pull out just in time, your cum shooting across her back, hot and thick, as she moans, "Good my cutieboy," collapsing onto the sheets, panting.
You both lie there, catching your breath. Saerom rolls onto her side, her body coating sweat.
"You're too good at this, cutie," she says, her voice softer now, her hand tracing idle patterns on your chest.
The aftermath usually leaves you both in silence, but tonight, your mind is elsewhere, and Saerom notices. "What's up? You're not usually this... quiet."
You hesitate, but "It's... Seoyeon," you say, your voice low. Saerom's eyebrow arches, her curiosity peeking, but she stays quiet, letting you talk.
"It's not like I want to fuck her, but... I do care about her," you admit, the words honest from you. "She's got this boyfriend, Yunho, and he's… bad news... I mean. Possessive, jealous. Saw them arguing outside the office lately, and she looked so... tired. Like she's broken."
Saerom's expression changes, her usual playful edge replaced by something more thoughtful. She props herself up on her elbow, looking at you closely. "Sounds like trouble," she says.
"Seoyeon's sweet, quiet... doesn't seem like the type to handle a guy like that well," she pauses, her eyes searching yours. "You’re not just crushing on her, are you? You're, like, worried worried."
You nod, rubbing your neck, "Yeah. I don’t know what to do. She's not opening up, but I can tell she's struggling. I just... want to help her, you know?"
Saerom sighs, lying back, staring at the ceiling, "That's messy, cutie. A girl with a bad boyfriend's not your job to fix, but..." She glances at you, her smirk returning, but softer.
"You've got a good heart. Just don't get yourself in too deep, okay? She might lean on you, and then what? You're already playing with me and whatever you had with Eunbi." Her tone's teasing, but there's a warning there.
"It's not like that with Seoyeon. It's... different. She's different," you say, your voice quiet.
Saerom chuckles, her hand resting on your thigh, her touch light, "Sure, cutie. Just watch out. Girls like her, sweet, broken, they pull you in without trying." She leans over, kissing you softly.
"Now, get some rest. You're mine again next time I need you." She winks, but her words about Seoyeon stick in your mind.
You dress up and head home, you're wondering how you can reach her without forcing anything with Seoyeon.
Thursday morning, you step into the office, the sound of keyboards and coffee machine hissing in the background as usual.
Seoyeon arrives, late for her usual punctuality, your chest tightens. Her eyes are puffy, her smile strained as she sets up, avoiding your gaze. She looks drained, like the fight with Yunho took more than she can hide.
At a break, you find her in the pantry, steeping her chamomile tea, her movements firm.
"Hey," you say softly, grabbing a water bottle, watching her closely. "You okay? Last night looked... tough."
She freezes, then forces a smile, her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah, just... a misunderstanding. Yunho gets like that sometimes." Her eyes stay on her tea, her fingers gripping the cup too tightly. "Sorry if it was weird. I didn't mean to drag you into it."
"You didn't," you say gentle. "I was just worried. You don't have to deal with that alone, you know. If you need to talk..." You try off, hoping she feels your openness, not wanting to push too hard.
She glances up, her eyes softening, a flicker of gratitude breaking through her guard, "Thanks," she whispers, "I'll... be okay."
Her phone buzzes on the counter, Yunho's name flashing, and she flinches, silencing it quickly. The moment fades, and she grabs her tea, heading back to her desk, leaving you with the feeling she's far from okay.
The week crawls to an end, Seoyeon's still quiet this week, her puffy eyes, her forced smiles, and the way she flinches at Yunho's name on her phone screen during all day, all time, not giving her to break.
The weekend coming, you're at the local market, a large open-air setup with stalls of fresh groceries and the chatter of shoppers filling the air. It's your routine stocking up on groceries for another week, and you need a break after long weekday.
"Hey... is that you?"
Seoyeon's voice you can hear behind.
You turn, she is there, standing a few steps away, a basket of vegetables in her hand. She's in a simple sweater and jeans, her usual bun hair, her face bare of makeup, making her look softer than her office looks.
"Oh hi," you say, a smile breaking through your surprise.
"Didn't expect to see you here." Your heart nerves seeing her outside work, alone.
She smiles small, stepping closer, "Same. Just... needed to get out, groceries, me time, that kind of thing." Her voice is forced to sound okay.
She glances at your bag, then back at you, "What about you? Big cooking plans?"
You laugh, holding up an avocado. "If 'big plans' means not burning toast, then yeah, maybe."
She giggles, the sound light, easing the tension in her face for a moment, and it warms you, like you’ve done something right.
She shifts her basket, "I was thinking of hitting the mall after this, maybe catch a movie. Just... something to do."
Her eyes flick to yours, like she's hoping something, "You... doing anything else today?"
Your chest tightens, catching the hint in her words. She's alone, reaching out, and the thought of spending time with her, feels like a chance you can't let slip.
"Not really," you say, "Just this, then probably back home to stare at my fridge. A movie sounds way better, though. Want company?"
Her eyes widen slightly, then soften at her face, "Really? I mean... yeah, that'd be nice." She tucks strand of her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit you've noticed.
"I don't want to drag you into my boring day, but..." she murmurs.
"You're not dragging me," you say quickly.
"I'd rather hang out than argue with my avocados."
"Okay, then," she says, her voice warmer.
"Let's finish up here, then head to the mall?" you asked.
She nods, and the two of you fall into step, wandering through the market, picking out produce, chatting about nothing, work, food, her love for spicy ramen.
You and her walk side by side, your reusable bag heavy with groceries, her basket brimming with vegetables and a pack of spicy ramen she insisted on grabbing after your teasing.
As you near your place, you glance at your bag, "Hey, uh, mind if I put this stuff to my place first? it's near there, just quick stop," you ask, rubbing the back of your neck.
Seoyeon nods, her eyes soft. "Sure, no problem," she says, her voice gentle, "I'm coming too, wondering what's your place like,"
You reach your building, a modest midrise, and lead her up the stairs to your unit.
As you unlock your apartment, "Sorry if it's a mess," you say, half-laughing, pushing the door open, "I wasn't exactly expecting company."
Seoyeon steps inside, her basket in hand, and glances around with a small smile. Your place isn't that bad, a few books scattered open on the coffee table, a jacket slung over the couch, some dishes in the sink
"It's nice," she says, put her basket groceries on the counter, "Feels... cozy. Don't worry about it."
"Cozy's one way to put it," you say, grinning, as you head to the kitchen to unpack your groceries.
She follows, helping you sort the groceries. You catch her humming softly, a habit you've noticed in the pantry at work, and it makes the moment feel... close.
"Okay, fridge stocked, we're good," you say, closing the fridge.
"I'm just gonna change quick," you gesture to your casual t-shirt and sweatpants.
She laughs, "Sure, you don't wanna look like jogging to the mall, aren't you?" she says, settling onto a stool by the counter, "I'll wait."
You enter your bedroom. You want to match her, not too formal, but enough to show you're making an effort. You settle on a clean button-up shirt, rolled sleeves, and darker jeans, checking yourself in the mirror, this is your best shot. You quick run a hand through your hair, hoping it's enough, and head back out.
Seoyeon's flipping through one of your books when you return. She looks up, her eyes widening slightly, then softening with a smile. "Look at you, clean up nice"” she says, her voice shy but teasing, her cheeks faintly pink.
Your face warms, her compliment hitting harder than you expected, "Thanks."
You say, grabbing your keys, "Ready for the mall now?"
"Let's go. Mind if I leave my stuff here? I'll pick it up after mall," she nods at her basket, still on the counter.
"It's fine," you said.
You lock up and head out, the walk to the mall filled with easy chatter, her picking a movie, you joking about sneaking snacks in. The day feels lighter, Seoyeon's presence a quiet balm against the week's tensions.
You reach the mall, a sprawling complex of glass and lights, a loud sound with families, couples, and groups of friends.
Seoyeon's eyes brighten as you step inside, the AC coolness a relief from the warm afternoon. "I haven't done this in forever," she admits, her voice soft but tinged with excitement, clutching her small crossbody bag.
"Just... shopping for myself, you know? Yunho usually--" she cuts herself off, her smile frozen for a moment, then recovers. "Anyway, I need a few things. Mind tagging along?"
"Sure is" you say, grinning. "Lead the way. I'm your official shopping assistant today." Her laugh, you fall into step beside her, ready to follow her lead.
Seoyeon's first stop is a boutique clothing store, its filled lined with flowy dresses, tailored blazers, and soft knits. She hesitates at the entrance, like she's unsure if she deserves to indulge, but you nudge her gently. "Go on, pick something you like," you say, leaning against a display. "I'll give you my opinion." She rolls her eyes playfully, her shyness fading, and starts browsing.
She pulls out a pale blue sundress, holding it up against herself, her brow furrowed in thought. "What do you think?" she asks, glancing at you. "I don't usually wear dress like this, but... I don't know, it's pretty."
"It's really nice," you say, picturing her in it. "Try it on. You'll look great." Her cheeks pinken, but she nods, heading to the fitting room. When she steps out, the dress flows around her, accentuating her gentle curves, her bun hair revealing her glistening shoulders under store light.
"Wow," you say, meaning it, your voice soft. "It's suit you... really." Her smile blooms, shy but delighted, and she smooths the skirt, glancing at herself in the mirror.
"Really? It's not too... much?" she asks, her voice small.
"It's perfect," you reply, stepping closer. "You should get it. Wear it for sometimes fun." Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, she smiles and nods, deciding to keep it.
She tries on a few more items, a cozy cardigan, a sleek blazer, and you cheer her on.
Next, Seoyeon leads you to a department store, her focus shifting to accessories. "I need a new purse," she says, scanning the rows of bags. "Mine's falling apart, and Yunho always says I don't need a fancy one, but..." She trails off, her jaw tightening slightly, then shakes her head. "I want something nice for me."
You nod, sensing her need to make something happy for herself. "Go for it."
She wanders through the displays, her fingers brushing leather and canvas. She lingers on a small, structured tote in deep green, elegant but practical, and holds it up. "This one?"
"Nice choice," you say, grinning. "Looks like it could hold your tablet, your tea, and your office's snacks." She giggles, slinging it over her shoulder to test it, and you can see her picturing it in her daily life.
She also eyes a pair of heels nearby, low, black, with a subtle shimmer. "I never wear heels," she admits, picking them up. "Yunho says they're not necessary, but... they're so pretty."
"Try some," you encourage, sitting on a nearby bench. "Just try it, if you like, then you can grab it."
She hesitates, then slips them on, wobbling slightly as she takes a few steps. You clap dramatically, making her laugh, her cheeks flushed. "Damn, look at you, girl."
"They're comfy," she says, surprised, checking her reflection. "I'll get them. For... sometimes fun."
Seoyeon's final stop is a cosmetics counter, her curiosity peek by the rows of lipsticks and eyeshadows. "I don't wear much makeup," she says, "but I've always wanted to try something bolder. Like... a red lip, maybe?" She glances at you, nervous but eager, and you nod encouragingly.
"Let's do it, then," you say, leaning against the counter. "Reds would look great on you." The sales associate helps her test shades, and Seoyeon dabs a vibrant crimson on her lips, her eyes widening at her reflection. She looks striking, her shy contrasted by the bold color, and you can't help but stare.
"Wow," you say, your voice low, catching her eye. "That's... yeah, you should definitely get it." Her blush deepens, blending with the lipstick, and she smiles, a mix of pride and nerves.
"It's not too bold?" she asks, tilting her head.
"Not at all, but it's okay, fits you," you reply, grinning. She buys the lipstick, along with a neutral eyeshadow palette she says she'll "figure out someday," her excitement growing with each small choice.
With her shopping bags in hand, sundress, cardigan, blazer, green tote, heels, and makeup. Seoyeon looks lighter with every purchase.
You head to a food court to grab smoothies before the movie, sitting at a small table, the mall's chatter surrounding you.
She sips her strawberry smoothie, her eyes brighter than they’ve been all week, but there’s still a shadow there, a quiet hurt she’s not voicing.
"Thanks for this," she says suddenly, her voice soft, her fingers tracing her cup. "I... I needed today. More than I realized." Her eyes meet yours, and you sense she's on the edge of opening up.
"No problem," you say, leaning forward, your voice gentle..
"You deserve to do things for you, you know? You looked happy in there, picking out stuff you love." You pause, testing the waters. "Everything okay, though? You seemed... I don't know, like you were carrying a lot earlier."
Her smile fades slightly, her gaze dropping to her cup. "It's... Yunho," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
"He's been... weird. Says he wants me around all the time, but then weekends come, and he just... leave me out. Says he needs space, that I'm too much during the weekday" Her fingers tighten around her cup, her hurt spilling out. "I don't get it. I try to be what he wants, but it's never enough."
Your chest tightens, anger at Yunho mixing with a need to comfort her. "That's not fair," you say, keeping your tone steady. "You're not too much, Seoyeon. He shouldn't make you feel like that." You hesitate, then add, "You deserve someone who's excited to be with you, not... pushing you away."
Her eyes flick up, glistening. "Thanks," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I just... I don't know what to do. I've been with him so long, but lately, I feel like I'm losing myself." She pauses, then forces a smile, like she's scared she's said too much. "Sorry, I didn't mean to dump that on you."
"You're not," you say, your hand resting near hers but not touching. "I'm here, okay? If you ever need to talk, or... just go shopping and forget everything for a bit." You grin, trying to lighten the mood, and she laughs softly, the sound easing the tension.
"Okay," she says, her smile more genuine now.
"Let's get to that movie," you stand, grabbing your bag, and she follows.
At the theater, you buy tickets for the movie she picked, a predictable story about two people finding love against all odds. "Don't judge me," she says, laughing softly as you hand her a ticket, her fingers brushing yours for a fleeting moment. "I need something fluffy today."
"No worries," you reply, grinning. "I'm okay with anything." You grab a shared popcorn and sodas.
You find your seats in the dimly lit auditorium, settling into the chairs. The theater's half-empty, giving you a pocket of privacy as the previews roll, her shopping bags tucked under her seat. She sips her soda, her shoulder close to yours.
As the movie starts, Seoyeon relaxes, her laughter soft at the film's early comedic moments, her hand dipping into the popcorn at the same time as yours, prompting a shy "Oops" from her.
The romantic comedy unfolds, its predictable comforting, and you notice her sinking into the story, her eyes bright in the screen's glow.
Then comes a pivotal romantic scene, the couple onscreen, standing in the rain, confessing their feelings, heart on sleeve moment. The music swells, their words dripping with longing, and you feel the air shift.
You glance at Seoyeon, curious, and catch her blushing, her cheeks flushed. She's covering her mouth with her new green tote, like she's hiding her reaction, her eyes wide and glistening, caught up in the emotion. She senses your gaze and turns, her eyes meeting yours, a shy, surprised flicker passing between you.
You hold her gaze, your heart picking up the quiet tension. She looks away quickly, her blush deepening, her tote slipping to her lap as she fidgets, her fingers twisting the strap. You feel a pull, a want to reach for her hand, to closing the gap, but her shyness holds you back, respecting her space.
The movie continues, another romantic peak hitting, a slow dance under string lights, the couple's foreheads touching, promises whispered.
Seoyeon's blush returns, softer this time, and she glances at you again, quicker, like she's checking if you're watching her.
You are, and your eyes lock for a split second before she turns back to the screen, her smile small but nervous, her shoulder brushing yours as she shifts in her seat.
As the credits roll, the lights come up, and Seoyeon clears her throat, her face still faintly pink. "That was... really sweet," she says, her voice soft, avoiding your eyes as she gathers her bags. "Kinda cheesy, but... I liked it."
"Yeah, good choice, tho" you say, standing, keeping your tone light.
Outside the theater, evening air feels soft as you and Seoyeon walk back to your apartment after the movie.
Without warning, a strong arm locks around your neck from behind, yanking you sideways with force.
You stumble, caught off guard, your bags dropping to the pavement.
"I knew you were trying to rob my girlfriend!" a voice growls, low and furious. It's Yunho, his tall, broad frame looming as he steps, his eyes blazing with jealousy. He's spotted you two, and his grip on Seoyeon's wrist is tight, pulling her close, not letting her go. Her face pales, her eyes wide with shock and fear.
"Yunho, stop!" Seoyeon cries, her voice trembling as she pounds his shoulder with her free hand, but her hits barely affect against his larger build.
The street isn't crowded, but a few passersby pause, their eyes drawn to the confusion, some pulling out phones, others just watching.
You scramble to your feet, your heart racing, the sting of the surprise attack fueling your adrenaline. "Let her go, man," you say, your voice steady but firm, wiping your hands on your jeans.
"We can talk about this," you step forward, hands raised to show you're not a threat, but Seoyeon's still struggling, her punches growing as Yunho's grip tightens.
"Talk?" Yunho scoffs, his face mix with anger, "You're sneaking around with my girl, and you wanna talk?"
Annoyed by Seoyeon's punches, he shoves her hard, sending her stumbling backward.
She collapses onto the pavement, her bags scattering, a small gasp escaping her as she hits the ground.
The crowd grows, more eyes on you, but no one steps in, their fear or indifference keeping them at a distance.
"Seoyeon!" you call, rushing to her side, kneeling to help her up. Her hands shake as she grabs your arm, her eyes glistening with tears.
Before you can steady her, Yunho charges. His knee slams into your face, a sharp pain exploding in your nose. Blood gushes, and you collapse, your vision blurring for a moment.
"No! Stop! Yunho!" Seoyeon screams, scrambling to you, her voice breaking.
"Somebody, help!" she shouts, her eyes darting to the crowd, but they stay back, too scared to intervene, some filming, others murmuring.
She kneels beside you, her hands hovering, unsure where to touch as blood drips from your nose.
You groan, wiping the blood with your sleeve, your adrenaline forcing yourself to stand, waving off the dizziness.
Yunho's coming again, his fist raised, his face a mask of rage. But this time, you're ready.
You duck under, catching his punch as you drive your shoulder into his chest, wrapping your arms around his midsection.
With a surge of adrenaline, you lift him off the ground, his weight heavy but your anger heavier.
You twist, slamming him backward onto the pavement with a thud that echoes.
He grunts, the air knocked out of him, his eyes wide with shock as he hits the ground.
The crowd gasps, the tension spiking, but you don't care. You step back, breathing hard, blood still dripping from your nose, your hands clenched.
Seoyeon's at your side, her hands gripping your arm, her voice trembling. "Are you okay?" she asks, her eyes wide, tears streaking her face as she glances between you and Yunho, who's struggling to sit up, clutching his back.
"Yunho, enough!" she shouts, stepping in front of you like a shield. "This is insane! You can't like this!" Her words choke off, her body shaking with anger and fear.
Yunho glares, pushing himself to his feet, his breath heavy. "You're defending him?" he snarls, pointing at you. "I knew you were sneaking around. You're mine, Seoyeon, and I'm not letting some guy--"
"I'm not yours!" she shouts, her voice louder than you've ever heard her. The crowd murmurs, and Yunho freezes, stunned by her defiance. "Not anymore, Yunho. I'm done with all of this. So let me go, we're over." Her words tremble, but there's a strength within her fear.
You wipe more blood from your nose, standing close, ready to step in if Yunho moves again. The crowd's still watching, some filming, but no one interferes.
Yunho's face twists, anger, hurt, disbelief, but he doesn't advance, his hands clenching at his sides. "You'll regret this," he mutters, low and cold, before turning, shoving through the crowds, and disappearing down the street.
Seoyeon's shoulders slump, her breath shaky as she turns to you, her eyes searching your face. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice breaking, her hands reaching for you but stopping short.
"Your nose... we need to get you cleaned up." She's trembling way to worry about you.
"I'm fine," you say, though the pain throbs from the blood.
"You okay?" You touch her arm gently, and she nods, tears spilling.
"Let's... let's go to your place," she says, her voice small. "We can figure this out."
You nod, grabbing her bags and yours, ignoring the crowd's stares as you help her up.
You stumble into your apartment, your nose still throbbing and blood crusted on your upper lip. Seoyeon's close behind, her shopping bags forgotten by the door as she shuts it, her face pale but resolute, her eyes still glistening from tears.
You collapse onto the sofa, your head tilting back, the pain and exhaustion hitting hard. Your neck collar is speckled with blood, your jeans scuffed from the fall, and you feel guilt for not stopping Yunho sooner.
Seoyeon heading straight to the small first aid kit hanging near your fridge. "Stay still," she says softly, she pulls out antiseptic wipes, gauze, and a small bottle of betadine.
She kneels in front of you, her sweater brushing your knees, her hands gentle but shaking as she starts cleaning the blood from your face.
"Ssss..." the antiseptic makes you hiss, but her closeness endures the pain. She's so close, her face inches from yours, her brow furrowed in focus, and she looks fragile, like the fight's weight is still crushing her.
You watch her, her careful touches. You couldn't shield her from Yunho's rage, couldn't stop him from shoving her to the ground.
"I'm... sorry," you mumble thick with guilt. "I couldn't protect you... I should've... I should've fought him... for... you." The words feel clumsy, like you're her savior, but they spill out honest.
Seoyeon pauses, her hand hovering with a fresh wipe, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, wide and searching. "What do you mean?" she asks. "You wanna fight him again? No way I'm letting you." She shakes her head, brow frown, her lips pressing into a small, meep line. "Besides, you've already fought for me."
"What do you mean?" you ask, your brow furrowing.
Before you can think, she leans in, her lips pressing against yours. The kiss is sudden, her hands cupping your face, careful not to touch your bruised nose.
It's warm, steals your breath, your heart pounding as you kiss her back, your hands finding her arms, grounding yourself in her.
She pulls back, her forehead resting against yours, her breath shaky, her eyes glistening with tears.
"I mean... you stood up to him," she whispers, her voice breaking. "You didn't back down, even when he hurt you. No one's ever... done that for me." She mumbles, her hands trembling against your cheeks.
"I'm done with Yunho. I'm going to break up with him. For me... and for you. Because you care about me, and I... I feel safe."
Her words hit like a wave, your chest tightening. "Seoyeon..." you start, your voice rough, unsure if you're worthy of her trust, her choice. "Are you sure? I don't want you to do this just because--"
"I'm sure," she cuts in, her voice firmer now. "I've been losing myself with him, trying to be what he wants, but with you... I feel like me again. Today, the market, the mall, the movie... you let me be myself." She smiles, small but real, her thumb brushing your jaw, avoiding your injury. "I want that. I want... this."
You nod, your throat tight, your hands sliding to hers, holding them gently. The pain in your nose fades slowly gone by her closeness.
"Okay," you say, your voice soft. "I'm here, then. Whatever you need." You mean it every word.
She leans in again, kissing you softer this time, a promise in the press of her lips.
When she pulls back, she grabs the first-aid kit again, continue treating you, cleaning the last of the blood with a tenderness that makes your chest ache.
After she finishes cleaning your injury, she glances at herself, her sweater smudged from the fall, her hands still trembling slightly.
"Um… do you mind if I clean up?” she asks, her voice shy, her cheeks pink. "I feel… kind of a mess."
"Of course," you say, standing, gesturing toward the bathroom. "Towels are in the cabinet by the sink. Take your time." You pause, then add, "Need anything else?"
She smiles, small but warm. "I'm okay. Just... need a moment." She grabs her bag and heads to the bathroom, the door clicking shut softly. You sink back onto the sofa, your nose throbbing but dulled slowly.
The sound of the shower starts, a faint hum through the walls, and you try to focus, cleaning up the first aid kit and picking up her scattered shopping bags.
The shower stops after a while, and the bathroom door creaks open. You glance up, and your jaw drops. Seoyeon steps out, wrapped in a small, pastel towel of your step sister's spare, left from her last visit, which Seoyeon must have found in the cabinet.
It's shorter than the regular towels, barely reaching mid-thigh, clinging to her damp skin, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders.
Her cheeks are flushed from the steam, her bare legs glistening faintly, and she looks breathtakingly stunning. You swallow hard, your heart racing, caught off guard by the sight.
"Um... sorry," she says, clutching the towel tighter, her voice shy, noticing your stare.
"This was... all I found. It's a bit small." She tucks her hair behind her ear, her habit showing sign of her shyness.
"No, I'm the one who... should apologize…" you stammer, snapping out of it, your face warming.
"I mean, that's my step sister's. I should've checked. You, uh... feel better?" You cringe at your awkwardness, trying not to let your eyes linger, though the image of her fresh from the shower is burned into your mind.
She nods, a small smile breaking through her shyness. "Yeah, better. But, um... do you have any spare clothes? Mine are kind of dirty, and I don't want to put them back on." She shifts, the towel slipping slightly, and she catches it quickly, her blush deepening.
"Oh, right, yeah," you say, standing, grateful for something to do. "Hold on, I've got some stuff you can borrow." You head to your bedroom, remembering your step sister left a few things in a drawer from her last crash at your place.
You dig through, finding a soft, oversized t-shirt and a pair of drawstring sweatpants, simple, but clean and cozy.
Returning to the living room and you handing them to her, keeping your eyes on her face to stay respectful. "They're my step sister's, too. Hope that's okay."
"Thanks," she says, her voice soft, taking the clothes with a grateful smile, "You're... really sweet, you know," her eyes meeting yours.
She heads back to the bathroom to change, the door closing again, and you exhale, sinking onto the sofa.
When she steps out, the t-shirt hangs loosely on her frame, the sweatpants cinched tight at her waist, her damp hair tucked behind her ears. She looks cozy, almost at home, "Better," she says, sitting beside you on the sofa, her hands clasped in her lap. "Thanks for… everything. I don't know what I'd have done without you today."
You shake your head, "You don't have to thank me. I'm just glad you're okay."
She nods, her gaze steady holds the tremor in her hands. "I'm really done with Yunho. I can't keep living like that, always afraid, always... being watched." Her voice cracks breaking through.
"You make me feel like I can be more. Like I'm... being me." She looks at you, her eyes soft.
You want to reach for her, to hold her, but you hold back, respecting her pace. "You are...," you say, your voice low, meaning every word, "And I'm here, always whatever you need."
"I'm gonna grab a quick shower," you say, rubbing the back of your neck, your voice soft to match the fragile air. "Make yourself at home. There's water in the fridge, or... whatever you need."
Seoyeon nods, curling up on the sofa, her hands tucked under her chin. "Okay," she murmurs, her eyes soft but tired, "I'll be here."
You give her a small smile, then head to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you.
The hot water washes away the blood and tension, the steam clearing your head as you replay the day, the market, the mall, the movie’s romantic scenes, her blushes, the fight with Yunho.
You dry off, wrapping a towel around your neck, pulling on a pair of boxers, too tired to bother with more. Your hair's a damp, messy tangle, half covering your eyes as you step out, the cool air hitting your bare chest.
You pause at the bathroom door, your breath catching. Seoyeon's asleep on the sofa, one hand propping her cheek, her lips slightly parted, her damp hair framing her face. She looks beautiful, almost fantasy in your apartment light, her small body curled up in the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. She's cute, vulnerable, the woman you've been dreaming of, someone you want to care for, to protect every moment. Your chest tightens, a fierce urge to shield her from Yunho, from anything that could shut her light.
As you step closer, hanging your towel on a chair, Seoyeon stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She blinks, "Ohh..." gazing through you, bare chested, boxers, damp hair falling into your eyes, and her cheeks flush, a soft gasp escaping her.
She stands, her movements slow but deliberate, crossing the room to you. You freeze, your heart racing, unsure what's happening but feeling the air shift, charged with something new.
"You look... nice," she says, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes tracing your chest, shy but bold in a way you didn't expect.
Her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing your chest, warm against your skin. She steps closer, her small body pressing against you, her touch lingering on your broad enough chest. The contact sends a jolt through you, your cock stirring in your boxers, already half hard from her closeness.
"Seoyeon..." you say, your voice low, confused, not sure how to respond. Is this the moment? Does she want this? Her touch feels like a signal, but the day's chaos, makes you hesitate, not wanting to make this quick for her.
Seoyeon is braver than you thought. Her hand slides lower, tracing your stomach, her fingers dipping just under the waistband of your boxers, brushing against your cock, now half-erect.
You gasp, your body reacting faster than your mind, the warmth of her hand sending a surge of heat through you. Her eyes meet yours, wide, desire in her flushed face. "Your little man got exited?" her hands still on you.
You swallow hard, your cock hardening under her touch, "Seoyeon," you say, your voice rough, your hand gently catching hers, holding it still, "Are you sure? After everything today... I don't want you to feel like you have to--"
"I want to," she cuts in, her eyes searching yours.
"I want this. I want you." She leans up, kissing you again, slower this time, her lips warm and needy, her body pressing closer.
Her hand moves again, stroking you lightly through your boxer, and you groan into the kiss.
The kiss deepens, but it's gentle. You guide her to the sofa, sitting her down, kneeling between her legs to keep the closeness without overwhelming her. Her hands roam your bare shoulders, her touch light but curious, exploring you like she want memorizing the feel of you.
She pulls back slightly, her breath shaky. "I... I should tell you," she murmurs, her voice barely audible, her eyes flicking down, shy but honest. "This... it's not my first time. Yunho... he was my first." Her words hang there, and your heart skips a beat, a mix of jealousy and sadness at the thought of her with him, of him taking something so intimate from her.
You swallow, your mind flashing to your own secrets, Saerom, Eunbi. But you push them aside, unsure if sharing would hurt her or complicate this fragile moment.
Instead, you cup her face, your thumb brushing her cheek, your voice soft. "I don't care. This is still you... with me, right now. That's what matters." You mean it, your words grounding her, and her eyes soften, a small smile breaking through her nerves.
"Thank you," she whispers, leaning into your touch, her hands finding your chest again.
You kiss her once more, slower, your hands sliding to her waist, resting on the soft fabric of the t-shirt. She shifts, tugging at the hem, her shyness returning as she lifts it over her head, revealing her bare skin, her small, perky, perfect breasts. You pause, taking her in, your breath catching at her.
"You're... beautiful," you say, your voice low, and she blushes, her hands covering herself for a moment before you gently pull them away, kissing her collarbone, then lower, soft and reverent.
"That's... ahh," she gasps, her fingers tangling in your damp hair, her body arching slightly into your touch. You move slowly, your lips tracing her skin, wanting her to feel cherished, not rushed.
She tugs at your boxers, her hands trembling but bold, and you help her slide them off, your cock springing free, hard and ready. Her eyes widen, a mix of shock and desire, and you kiss her again, calming her.
"We'll go slow," you murmur against her lips, and she nods, her breath hitching as she pulls at the drawstring of her sweatpants, letting them pool around her ankles, revealing her simple cotton panties, already damp.
You slide them down gently, your hands grazing her thighs, and she shivers, her small frame opening to you. You settle between her legs, kissing her inner thighs slow, her soft moans filling the quiet.
"Is this okay?" you ask, glancing up, and she nods, her hands gripping the sofa, her eyes locked on yours, trusting.
You move to her core, your tongue flicking gently, tasting her sweetness, and she gasps, her hips twitching. You keep it slow, savoring her, her moans growing softer, more desperate, her hands in your hair.
"That... feels so good," she whispers, her voice shaky, and you hum against her, making her arch, her body trembling as she nears the edge.
You pull back just before she tips over, wanting to be with her fully, and she whines softly, needy but not pushing.
You position yourself, your cock brushing her entrance, and pause, searching her eyes, "Ready?" you ask, your voice gentle, and she nods, her hands on your shoulders, pulling you closer.
You push in slowly, inch by inch, her tight warmth enveloping you, her gasp sharp but sweet, "You okay?" you murmur, pausing, and she nods, her nails digging lightly into your skin, her breath uneven.
"Keep going," she whispers, and you do, moving slow, each thrust gentle, letting her adjust, her moans soft and shaky.
Her legs wrap around you, pulling you closer, and you kiss her, your lips moving together. The intimacy builds, something deeper, softer, like you're both healing through each touch.
"You feel... so good," you mumble against her neck, and she smiles, her blush returning, her hands roaming your back.
She moves with you, hesitant at first, then bolder, her hips meeting yours, her moans growing louder. The sofa creaks softly, the apartment quiet, just your breaths and her sounds.
As you near your peak, her walls tightening around you, you feel the urge to pull out, "Seoyeon... I'm close," you whisper, and you pulled out, your release hitting just as you withdraw, your cum spilling across her stomach, warm and thick.
You pant, catching your breath, but Seoyeon's face shifts, a flicker of disappointment crossing her flushed features.
"I... wanted it inside," she murmurs, her voice shy but honest, her eyes avoiding yours for a moment. "It's... my safe week. I thought..." she trails off, her blush deepening, like she's embarrassed to admit it.
Your heart skips, surprise. "I'm sorry," you say quickly,
You reach for a tissue from the coffee table to gently wipe her stomach. "I didn't know... I just wanted to be careful." You pause, meeting her eyes, your hand resting on her thigh.
"Let me make it up to you, okay?"
Her eyes widen, a mix of nerves and curiosity, but she nods, her small smile returning. You stand, offering your hand, and lead her to your bedroom, the space dim and cozy, your bed unmade but inviting.
"We'll do it again,” you murmur, kissing her softly, guiding her to the bed. She sits, her hands fidgeting, but her gaze is trusting, warm.
You kneel before her, kissing her lips, then her neck, your hands sliding to her hips. "Tell me what you want," you whisper, and she blushes, her voice barely audible.
"I want it... inside," she says, her eyes meeting yours.
Her words stir you, your cock hardening again, and you nod, kissing her deeply, easing her back onto the bed.
You move slowly, your lips tracing her skin, her moans soft as you rediscover her body.
When you enter her again, it's gentle, her warmth welcoming you, as she gasps. You thrust slowly, her hands clutching your back, her legs wrapping tighter, urging you deeper. "Like this?"
she nods, her moans growing, her eyes locked on yours, "Yes... like that," she whispers, and you move together.
When she nears her peak, her walls pulsing, you stay inside, her plea from before guiding you. "Please... inside," she gasps, her hands gripping you, and this time, you don't pull back.
You cum, let go, release spilling inside her, warm and intense, her moan quiet but raw as she comes with you, her body trembling, her warmth pulsing around you.
You collapse beside her, pulling her close, her head on your chest, your arms around her small frame. She's warm, soft, her breath steadying, and you kiss her forehead, she snuggles closer, her smile small forming.
She's curled into you, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, her damp hair tickling your neck.
She shifts, her hand sliding down your chest, her touch growing bolder. She glances up, her eyes meeting yours, her cheeks flushed.
"Can I...?” she whispers, her voice soft but laced with need, her fingers brushing your softening cock, making you twitch.
You nod, your breath catching, and she smiles, her shyness melting into courage.
Her hand wraps around your cock, stroking slowly, her grip gentle but firm, making your cock back to life.
She leans in, her lips brushing your chest, then closing around your nipple, licking and sucking softly, sucking with a hum that sends a jolt straight to your cock.
"Seoyeon..." you groan, her tongue flicking as her hand pumps you, slow and deliberate, making you harden under her touch.
She switches to your other nipple, sucking harder, her teeth grazing lightly, and you arch, your hands gripping the sheets, pleasure building fast.
She pulls back, her eyes glinting with a boldness you didn't expect, she shifts down the bed, kneeling between your legs, her small body on her knees.
She looks at your cock, now half-hard, and licks her lips, before you can respond, she leans down, her tongue flicking the tip, tasting you, making you gasp. Her lips close around the head, soft and warm, sucking gently, her hand stroking the base, slow and teasing.
"Fuck, Seoyeon..." you moan, covering your eyes with your arm, too much by the pleasure she's giving, her mouth working you with surprising skill, her tongue swirling, her lips sliding down your shaft, taking you deeper.
She hums, the vibration sending sparks through you, her small hands gripping your thighs as she bobs, savoring you, her moans muffled but needy, your cock hardens fully, rock solid in her mouth.
She pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your tip, she climbs up, straddling you, her bare pussy brushing your cock, wet and warm, her thighs trembling as she positions herself.
"I want you again," she whispers, her voice shaky but bold, her hands on your chest for balance.
Your hands finding her hips, guiding her as she sinks down, your cock sliding into her tight, slick heat, her gasp loud and sweet.
"Oh my god... you're so big," she moans, her eyes fluttering shut, her walls gripping you as she adjusts, her small body start rocking slowly.
You meet her thrusts, pushing up, your hips syncing with hers, slow at first, then faster, her moans growing louder. Her breasts bounce as she rocking, her nipples visibly hard.
You cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, and she arches, her moans desperate, her hands gripping your shoulders.
"Yes... again...!" she gasps, riding you harder, her pussy soaking you, her juices dripping down your cock.
"Seoyeon... you feel so good," you groan, thrusting up, meeting her rhythm, her tight walls milking you.
She leans down, kissing you messily, her breaths hot against your lips. Your bed creaks, the sound mixing with her wet slaps against you.
"I'm... close," she whimpers, her walls pulsing, and you feel your own release building, her wish from before repeating, inside.
"Please... inside me," she gasps, her voice breaking, and you don't hold back this time.
"Seoyeon...!"
You thrust deep, your cum spilling inside her, hot and thick, her pussy clenching as she comes, her moan trembling, her body shaking above you.
She collapses onto your chest, her breaths shaky, her arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. "Mmm..." she murmurs, nuzzling your neck, her lips brushing your skin, her pussy still twitching around your softening cock.
"That... was perfect," she whispers, her voice sleepy, her shyness returning.
You stroke her back, your fingers tracing her spine, and a thought slips out, "I'm gonna start hitting gym," you murmur, your lips brushing her forehead. "Like, seriously."
Seoyeon shifts, lifting her head, her eyes meeting yours, "Suddenly? Why?” she asks, her voice soft, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"You're already... you know, strong enough," her fingers graze your chest, lingering on the broadness, her touch light but teasing.
You chuckle, but your tone turns serious, your eyes locking on hers, "Because I want to protect you," you say, your voice steady.
"If Yunho comes back, if he tries to bother you, or us, I want to be ready. I don't want to feel like I can't keep you safe again."
Seoyeon's smile softens, but she chuckles, the sound light and warm, easing the weight of your words. "That's sweet," she says, her cheeks pinkening.
"I want to join you, then. I want to get healthy, stronger. So I can protect myself, too, if you're not around," her voice is quiet but firm.
You grin at her words, "That's so cute of you," you say, your voice playful. She gives her shyness smile, along with soft chuckles.
You move, gently flipping her onto her back, sinking into the sheets. She gasps, her eyes wide with surprise, her bare breasts perky and flushed, her legs parting slightly as you hover over her.
"Seoyeon..." you murmur, your voice low, your lips finding her neck, kissing softly, grazing her pulse with your teeth.
She chills, her hands sliding to your shoulders, her moans soft and fluffy as you trail lower, your lips brushing her collarbone, then her perky breasts.
You take a nipple in your mouth, sucking gently, your tongue flicking, and she arches, her gasp sharp and needy, "So perfect," you whisper against her skin, moving to her other breast, savoring it with slow, her fingers tangling in your damp hair.
You graze lower, kissing her stomach, her hips, until you reach her pussy, still glistening with her juices and your cum, her pussy scent strong.
"Let me clean you up," you murmur, your voice husky, and she blushes, her thighs trembling as you part them gently.
Your tongue flicks her clit, soft and teasing, and she moans, her hips twitching, her hands gripping the sheets. You lick slowly, savoring her sweetness, cleaning her with long, deliberate strokes, your lips sucking lightly, drawing soft whimpers from her.
"Oh... that's... so good," she gasps, her voice shaky, her body arching into your mouth, her pussy wet and responsive.
You dip lower, your tongue exploring her folds, gentle but thorough, her moans growing louder. You focus on her clit, circling it, sucking softly, and she trembles, her thighs squeezing your head, her climax building fast.
"I'm... gonna..." she whimpers, you hum against her, pushing her over.
"Hiek~!" she gasps, snapped by pleasure, her orgasm soft but intense, her pussy pulsing, her juices coating your lips as she shakes, her moan quiet but raw.
You pull back, kissing her inner thighs, then crawl up, settling beside her, pulling her into your arms. She's panting, her face flushed, her smile shy, her body tangled to yours.
"You're... too much," she murmurs, her voice sleepy, snuggle your chest, her arms wrapping tight, "But... I like it."
"Hey..." she called, her voice soft, her fingers pausing on your skin. "Can I ask you something? But... I want you to be honest. Open. For now, for me... for us."
Your heart skips, "Yeah, of course," you say, "What is it?"
"Have you... ever had sex before this? Before me?" she bites her lip
You hesitate, your mind racing. You want this with Seoyeon, a real relationship, built on trust, but spilling everything feels risky, like it could fracture this fragile moment. You swallow, deciding to hold back on Saerom, at least for now.
"Uhhh... yeah," you admit, meeting her eyes. "I've... had sex before. With Ms. Eunbi..." you scratch your back neck, waiting for her respond.
Her eyes widen, a flicker of surprise on her face, "Ms. Eunbi?" she repeats, her voice soft, "She's... married, isn't she? Wow, that's... kind of impressive." Her tone curious, a small smile at her lips.
You shift, "It just... happened," you say, your hand resting on her waist. "Is that... okay? I mean, I want to be honest with you."
Seoyeon nods, her smile softening, her fingers resuming tracing on your arm, "It's okay," she says.
"Ms. Eunbi's nice. She's always been kind to me, so... it doesn't bother me." She pauses, her eyes flick a shy playfulness. "Plus, it's kind of hot, knowing you caught her eye." Her blush deepens, and you laugh softly, the tension easing.
"But I'm yours now," you murmur, leaning in to kiss her.
The kiss deepens, her hands sliding to your neck, pulling you closer, her bare body pressing against you. You feel your cock stirring again, her closeness.
You roll her onto her back, her small frame sinking into the sheets, her gasp soft as you hover over her, your hands framing her face. "And you're mine also," your voice low, rougher.
Her eyes widen, her legs parting slightly. You kiss her hard, your tongue claiming her mouth, she arches into you, her perky breasts brushing your chest.
You move lower, kissing her neck, sucking lightly to leave faint marks, she gasps. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her closer, your cock hard and ready, brushing her slick pussy, still wet from before, your cum lingering inside her.
"Ready for another?" you ask.
She nods, her hands clutching your shoulders, "Yes please..." she whispers, her voice needy.
You position yourself, thrusting into her in one smooth motion, her tight pussy gripping you, her moan loud and raw. Your hips snapping harder, claiming her with each thrust, her small body rocking beneath you, her perky breasts bouncing, her nails digging into your back.
"Fuck, Seoyeon... you're so tight," you groan, your hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider, your cock driving deep, hitting her sweet spot.
"Ohhh... Ahhh..." she cries out moans, her pussy soaking you, her juices dripping, the wet slaps echoing in the room.
You're thrusting faster, her walls clenching, her body trembling as you push her toward the edge. "Faster...! oh god..." she gasps, her voice breaking, her hips bucking to meet you, her pussy pulsing, her climax building fast.
You lean down, kissing her, your tongues sloppy, your breaths ragged, and she wraps her legs around you, pulling you deeper.
"Inside... please, again," she begs, her eyes locked on yours.
You don't hold back, your thrusts relentless, her moans filling you, her pussy milking you tight.
"I'm cumming... " you groan, her nails digging your back, her body shaking.
"Fuck!" you release, cum flooding inside her, hot and thick.
"Ahhh~!" her pussy spasming as she comes, she moans load, her walls gripping you.
She collapses, panting, her arms wrapping around you, pulling you down to her chest. Her lips brushing your neck, hugging you tight, her warmth grounding you.
She shifts, glances up, "I... want more," her voice soft, a quiet challenge in her gaze.
Before you can respond, she moves, sliding out of your hold and kneeling on the bed, she is bending forward, her ass lifting high, her pussy glistening with your cum and her juices.
She looks back, her hair falling over one shoulder, "Fuck me again... please," she whispers.
Your cock twitches, hardening at the sight, her perfect ass, her slick folds, "Seoyeon..." you groan, kneeling behind her, your hands grazing her hips.
You grip her ass, spreading her slightly, your cock brushing her entrance, teasing her, and she moans, pushing back.
"Do it... hard," she gasps, her voice trembling.
You thrust into her, deep and rough, her tight pussy gripping you, her moan loud as you fill her.
"Oh god... yes!" she cries, her hands clutching the sheets, her ass bouncing with each snap of your hips, the wet slaps echoing, her juices coating your cock.
You grab her hair gently, pulling just enough to arch her back, your other hand gripping her hip, driving harder.
"Fuck, you're so tight..." you growl.
You pull her close, your chest against her back, kissing her neck, sucking lightly, your lips grazing her earlobe.
She shivers, her moans shaky, her body surrendering to you. Your hand slides to her perky breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples, and she gasps, her pussy clenching tighter, her pleasure spiking.
"More... please," she whimpers.
You move your hand lower, circling her clit with your fingers, fast and firm, while still thrusting deep.
"Oh... I can’t..." she moans, her body trembling, her knees buckling as the pleasure builds too fast. Her pussy pulses, her climax hitting hard, she moan as she comes, her walls spasming around your cock, her juices gushing, her knees giving out. She collapses onto the bed, panting, her ass still raised, her body shaking, unable to hold herself up.
You're not done, your cock still hard, you sliding behind her. You lift her leg slightly, your cock finding her pussy again, sliding in slow but deep, her warmth wrapping you, her moan soft as you fill her.
"You feel so good," you whisper, kissing her neck, your arm wrapping around her, holding her close, your thrusts steady but rough, rocking her small body.
Her hands grip your arm, her moans quiet but needy, her pussy still sensitive, twitching around you.
You thrust harder, your hand returning to her clit, rubbing gently, and she whimpers, her body arching into you, wanting more.
"Fuck I'm close... Seoyeon," you groan, your thrusts deep. "Ergh!" your last thrust, cum flooding inside her.
You hold her tight, your breaths ragged, kissing her shoulder, her neck, as you both come down.
She turns her head, her eyes sleepy but warm, her smile shy but real. "That... was so much," she murmurs, nuzzling closer, her hand finding yours, lacing your fingers.
She shifts, propping herself on her elbow, her hand sliding down your chest, teasingly slow.
"You're... not tired yet, are you?" she murmurs, her voice soft but laced with a daring edge, her fingers brushing your softening cock, making you twitch and surprised.
"I mean, if you keep doing that..." you pause, her hand still wrapping around you, stroking gently, her grip warm.
She leans closer, her lips grazing your ear, her breath hot as she whispers, her voice trembling but bold, "You like this, don't you... my hand on your big cock?" her words unlike her usual, send a jolt through you, your cock hardening fast under her touch.
"Fuck, Seoyeon..." you groan, your head tilting back, and she giggles softly, her strokes faster, her thumb circling your tip, spreading precum.
She keeps whispering, her voice low and filthy, "I bet you'd love... to see me with someone else, wouldn't you? Like... Ms. Eunbi?" Her words catch you off guard, her mention of Eunbi. "A threesome... me and her, on you... you want that?"
Your cock throbs in her hand, the image flashing vivid, Seoyeon's small frame, Eunbi's curves, both moaning under you.
She notices, her smile sly, she keep stroking, "You do, don't you?" she teases, her lips brushing your jaw, sucking lightly, her hand pumping fast, slick with your precum.
The pleasure builds, her dirty talk and bold confidence overwhelming, you're panting, "Seoyeon..." heavy breaths rigging you.
Pleasure snapped, and you cum hard, your release spilling thick and hot over her hand, coating her fingers, dripping onto your stomach.
"Seoyeon," you catch your breath by her name, your body trembling, her hand slowing but not stopping.
She scoops your cum, using it to lubricate your cock, her fingers slick and warm, stroking you back to hardness, her touch relentless, making you groan. "Shit..." you twitch, half-laughing, your cock rock-hard again under her skilled hand.
"Want you again," she whispers, her voice soft, climbing over you. She straddles you reverse, her ass perfect and round, her pussy glistening with your cum and her juices.
She looks back, her hair falling over her shoulder, "Like what you see?" she asks, her voice trembling
You nod, your hands gripping her hips, guiding her. She sinks down, your cock sliding deep into her tight, slick pussy, her moan loud and raw as she takes you fully.
"Oh god... so big," she gasps, her ass bouncing as she starts riding, slow at first, then faster, her hands braced on your thighs, her pussy gripping you tight.
You thrust up, meeting her rhythm, rough and deep, the wet slaps sounding, her juices dripping down your cock, soaking the sheets.
"Fuck, you're so good... damn that ass,” you growl, your hands squeezing her hips, guiding her harder, her moans desperate, her pussy milking you.
She leans backward, giving you a perfect view, her back arching, her pussy clenching, her breaths ragged.
You reach around, circling her clit with your fingers, fast and firm, and she cries out, her body trembling, her climax building fast.
"... cummin'," she whimpers, her voice breaking, her pussy pulsing, soaking you.
You keep rubbing her clit, thrusting deep, and she comes hard, her moan raw and shaky, her pussy spasming, her juices gushing, her body shaking as she rides out her orgasm, her ass bouncing, her hands gripping your thighs tight.
She slows, panting, her body trembling, you hold her hips, thrusting gently, keeping the connection, your cock still hard inside her.
She glances back, her smile shy, her eyes glassy with pleasure. "You... didn't cum," she murmurs soft.
Seoyeon shifts, her hand resting on your chest, her eyes heavy but warm. "We... should clean up," her voice shyness returning.
You nod, chuckling softly, and help her up, your legs tangled in the sheets.
You both share a quick shower, her body pressed close under the warm water, her hands tracing your chest in a sweet, affectionate way.
Back in the bedroom, you lend her another of your step sister's t-shirts, this one soft and blue, hanging loosely on her petite frame.
You pull on boxers, and you both climb into bed, the sheets fresh and cool against your skin.
Seoyeon curls into you, her head on your chest, her leg draped over yours. The lamp's off now, the quiet invites softer talk.
Her fingers trace your arm, and she speaks, "So... about Ms. Eunbi," she says,
"You really... have sex with her? What was it like?" she's not threatened, just interested.
You chuckle, your hand stroking her hair, "Yeah, it was... intense," you admit low.
"Ms. Eunbi's... confident, you know? Knows what she wants. I, uh... used to call her 'mommy' when you with her. Sort of it. She loved that."
Seoyeon's eyes widen, a soft giggle escaping, "Mommy?" she repeats,
"No argue with that… it's suit for her honestly." She props herself up, looking at you, her smile teasing. "You're full of surprises, huh?"
You laugh, pulling her closer, "Says the girl who just whispered filthy things in my ear," you tease back, and she buries her face in your chest, her giggle muffled.
"You okay with that? Me and Eunbi, I mean. It's..." you stammers.
She cut with nods, lifting her head, "Yeah, I'm okay," she says.
"It's kind of... hot, honestly. Maybe... she can be my mommy too..." she giggled, crunching her little nose.
Sunday morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across your bedroom.
Seoyeon lies beside you, still asleep, her small body curled under the sheets, her face peaceful, her lips slightly parted, her hair a gentle mess across the pillow.
You wake up first, your body heavy but rested, careful not to disturb her as you slip out of bed, the sheets rustling faintly.
You head to the bathroom, taking a quick piss. You splash water on your face, your nose still faintly sore from Yunho's knee
You return to the bedroom, your boxers snug, your cock stirring in a morning wood phase, you barely notice until you're back by the bed.
You slide in carefully, but nudge Seoyeon softly, your hand brushing her arm.
Her eyes flutter open, blinks, sleepy but warm, her smile small and instant as she sees you.
"Morning," she mumbles, her voice husky, stretching slightly, the t-shirt riding up to show a sliver of her stomach.
"Sorry for waking you," you say, your voice soft, but she shakes her head, her smile reassuring, her hand reaching to touch your arm.
"It's fine," she says, her tone gentle, her eyes crinkling, "A nudge's nothing."
She shifts closer, her gaze dropping, and her eyes widen slightly, a playful glint sparking as she notices your morning wood, your cock up in your boxers.
"So... morning wood's real, huh?" she teases, her voice soft.
Before you can respond, her hand slips under the sheets, her fingers wrapping around your cock, stroking slowly, her grip warm and teasing, sending a jolt through you.
"Seoyeon..." you groan, your voice rough, your hips twitching as she pumps you, her thumb brushing your tip, spreading precum, her touch light but deliberate.
She giggles softly, her cheeks pink, her eyes locked on yours, watching your reaction, "Feels nice?" she whispers, leaning closer, her lips brushing your jaw.
"Let me take care of this..." her strokes quicken, her hand slick with your precum, and you grip the sheets, the pleasure building fast.
Her deliberate pumps send pleasure spiking through you, your groan rough, your hips twitching under her touch.
She is slowing, your cock throbbing under her grip, "Nu uh.. don't cum out yet" she said, before you can respond, she shifts duck under the sheets, her small body disappearing beneath.
The sheet, hiding her, and you chuckle, "Seoyeon, what're you-" you lift the sheet, peeking underneath the sheet.
She's there, her face inches from your cock, her lips parted, her breath warm against your skin, your cock throbbing harder.
She glances up, meeting your gaze, her shy smile turning sly, "Just... relax," she whispers, her voice muffled under the sheet, and before you can respond, her lips close around your tip, soft and warm, sucking gently.
"Fuck..." you groan, your head falling back, your hand gripping the sheet as she takes you deeper, her tongue swirling, her mouth tight and wet.
She moans softly, the vibration humming through your cock, her small hands gripping your thighs, steadying herself as she bobs, savoring you.
Her oral is slow at first, exploratory, her lips sliding down your shaft, her tongue flicking the underside, tasting your precum.
"You're... so big," she murmurs, her voice muffled, pulling back to lick your tip, her lips glossy, her eyes flicking up to check your reaction.
You lift the sheet higher, watching her work, the sight of her small mouth stretched around you driving you wild.
She grows bolder, taking you deeper, her throat relaxing, her moans needy, her saliva dripping, making it slick and messy.
"Seoyeon... that's so good," you gasp, your hand sliding to her head, not pushing but guiding, your fingers tangling in her hair.
She hums, sucking harder, her lips tight, her tongue relentless, she rocking slightly as she works you, her pussy likely wet again from the act.
The pleasure builds fast, her mouth too perfect, and you feel the edge approaching, your hips twitching, your cock throbbing in her throat.
"I'm..." your voice warn, strained,
She doesn't pull back, her moans urging you on, her lips locked around you.
"Fuck!" you snapped, grabbed her hair.
Your release hitting hard, cum flooding her mouth, hot and thick, her soft gasp muffled.
She swallows, her throat working, taking every drop. She pulls back slowly, licking your tip clean, her lips swollen, her eyes glassy with satisfaction, a small smile curling as she peeks up at you.
You arm drop to the sheet, panting, and she crawls out, her face flushed.
"All done, morning wood gone," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Fuck that was... perfect," you murmur, your voice rough, your arms wrapping around her.
She snuggles into you and you hold her close, her giggle muffled against your chest.
"Guess we should... eat something," her voice sleepy, lifting her head, her eyes glinting searching yours.
"Yeah, breakfast sounds good," you say, your voice rough, sliding out of bed, your boxers snug, your morning wood eased but your body still buzzing from her touch.
The kitchen's cozy, the counter cluttered with your groceries from yesterday, and she starts cracking eggs into a bowl, humming softly, her chamomile scent mixing with the butter sizzling in the pan.
You lean against the counter, watching her, her here, in your space, choosing you. Your cock hardens again, the sight of her bending slightly to grab a spatula, her t-shirt lifting to show the curve of her ass, pushing you over the edge.
You step behind her, your hands sliding to her hips, your lips brushing her neck, making her gasp, the spatula pausing mid air.
"What... now?" she murmurs, her voice warm, leaning back into you, her ass pressing against your growing bulge, her shyness warring with desire.
"Want you... right here," you whisper, your hands lifting her t-shirt, revealing her bare pussy, still slick from last night.
She chills, her breath hitching, the eggs forgotten as you slide your fingers brushing her folds, finding her wet and ready.
"Keep cooking," you tease, your lips grazing her ear, and she giggles, nervous but eager, gripping the counter.
"While... you...?" she starts, but your cock nudges her entrance, cutting her off, and she moans soft, her hands clutching the spatula.
You thrust in slowly, her tight pussy gripping you, her gasp loud as you fill her.
"Oh... god," she whimpers, her body rocking with your slow, deep thrusts, her pussy soaking you, her juices start dripping down her thighs.
Your hands gripping her hips, fucking her steadily, controlled. She tries, stirring the eggs clumsily, her moans mixing with the crackle of butter, her ass bouncing against you.
"So fucking tight... Seoyeon," you growl, thrusting harder, her pussy clenching, her breaths ragged.
"I can't..." she gasps, her voice breaking, dropping the spatula, her hands holding the counter as you pound her, the wet slaps echoing, her pussy milking you, her climax building fast.
You reach around, circling her clit with your fingers, fast and firm, and she cries out, her body shaking, her pussy pulsing, her juices gushing as she comes, she moan, her legs panting.
"Fuck..." you groan, your thrusts relentless, her pussy still spasming, pushing you closer, she leans forward, her breasts pressing against the counter, her moans urging you on.
"I'll cum... inside," you warn.
"Please... do it," she gasps.
"Ergh!" you let go, cum flooding her pussy, hot and thick, her walls gripping you, taking every drop.
Her body trembling, her pussy twitching around your softening cock as you both pant, the eggs slightly burnt, the kitchen a mess of sex and breakfast.
You pull out slowly, your cum dripping from her pussy, and she turns, her face flushed, her smile shy, kissing you messily, her lips warm and eager.
"Breakfast... ruined," she murmurs, giggling, and you laugh, pulling her close, your hands on her ass.
"Worth it," you say, kissing her forehead, helping her salvage the eggs, the toast half-toasted, the butter melted.
A week has passed since that intimate night with Seoyeon, and your life shift very great.
Seoyeon has moved into your apartment, her presence filling the space with a warmth you hadn't realized you craved.
Her clothes now hang in your closet next to your step sister's old t-shirts, her chamomile tea sits on the kitchen counter, and her shy smiles greet you each morning.
She ended things with Yunho decisively, texting you that Monday after she confronted him at her place. "It's over," her message read, simple but heavy, followed by, "I'm free." You didn't press for details, sensing her need for space, but her strength in walking away solidified your bond.
At the office, no one knows you and Seoyeon are together. You both agreed to keep it quiet for now, avoiding gossip and the complications of Eunbi and Saerom drama. Seoyeon slips back into her reserved office self, quiet, focused, her tablet glowing as she works, but you catch her stealing glances at you, her lips twitching into a secret smile, a silent promise of your shared life outside work.
It's Friday evening now, Seoyeon's curled on the sofa in one of your hoodies, her legs tucked under her, scrolling through her phone for gym routines, shess serious about your plan to get stronger together.
You're in the kitchen, tossing together a quick stir fry, the scent of soy sauce and garlic filling the air.
"You sure you’re ready for deadlifts?" you tease, glancing over, and she laughs, her voice light, freer than it's ever been.
"I'll outlift you by next month," she shoots back, her shy grin bold. She sets her phone down, joining you in the kitchen, her small frame brushing yours as she steals a piece of bell pepper.
"Monday's when we start the gym, right?" she asks, leaning against the counter, her hoodie sleeves slipping over her hands.
"And... maybe we talk about us? At work? I don't want to hide forever." Her voice is soft.
"Monday. We'll figure out how to tell the other. And gym's a date."
You’re ready to build everything with her, step by step.
Synopsis: You are a 21 year old working as Junior Writer at some Digital Agency. Three women, Ms. Saerom from marketing, Ms. Eunbi from sales, and Seoyeon as new Junior Strategist, keep pulling you out of your bubble. They bring teasing, tension, and feelings you're not sure you're ready to deal with.
Lee Saerom / Kwon Eunbi / Yoon Seoyeon
Warning: Mommy kink's involved through the story
9.5k+
A stolen moment with Eunbi, lights a forbidden fire that rocks your core.
It's Friday evening, and the office is finally quiet as the workday wraps up. You're exhausted, ready to crash for the weekend to recharge for another grueling week has become your unchanging routine since starting this job.
You sling your bag over your shoulder, head to the parking lot, and breathe in the cool evening air, already mentally checking out.
As you walk home, passing the parking lot, you spot Eunbi near a sleek SUV, her usual confident stride softened as she kneels beside a small girl, her daughter, no older than four, with pigtails and a bright pink backpack.
Eunbi's in a fitted blouse and skirt, still radiating that youthful, vibrant energy that makes her seem younger than her age, the kind of "hot young mom" vibe that's secretly been a naughty fantasy of yours. Her playful flirting in the office always stirred something in you, but seeing her now, in mom mode, adds a new image, warm, human, and oddly more alluring.
You hesitate but decide to say hi, not wanting to seem rude. As you approach, Eunbi looks up, her face lighting up with that familiar teasing smile.
"Hey, darling," she says, standing and brushing her hair back, "Heading off to enjoy your weekend?"
"Yes... just ready to rest, Ms. Eunbi" you reply, offering a small smile, your eyes flickering to the little girl clinging to her leg.
Eunbi notices and grins, bending down to scoop the girl up into her arms.
"This is Nabi," she says, bouncing her daughter gently.
"Nabi, say hi to mom's friend from work," the girl peeks at you shyly, her big eyes curious but cautious, and mumbles a soft, "Hi."
You give her a small wave, feeling a bit awkward, "Nice to meet you, Nabi," you say, keeping your tone light.
"She's cute," you add, glancing at Eunbi, who beams proudly.
"Thanks," Eunbi says, setting Nabi down and holding her hand.
"She's my little troublemaker, but I love her so much," her voice is warm, and for a moment, the flirty office Eunbi takes a backseat to this softer, maternal side.
Her eyes flick to you, "You're good with kids. Bet you'd make a great dad someday," she teases, her tone just suggestive enough to make your face heat up.
You laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your neck, "Uh, maybe one day," you mumble, not sure how to respond.
Eunbi's grin widens, like she's enjoying your discomfort, but she doesn't push further.
"Well, get some rest, darling," she says, opening her car door to help Nabi into her booster seat, "You'll need it to keep up for brace the next week." She adds.
"Yeah, might need it, get home safe, Ms. Eunbi," you wave goodbye, your mind spinning as you walk away.
"See you on Monday, darling," she closes the door, start the engine and you can hear the car starting move.
That night, Eunbi is at home, the house quiet except for the soft hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand.
Nabi is fast asleep in her room, tucked in with her favorite stuffed bunny.
Eunbi slips into bed beside her husband, who's already under the covers, scrolling on his phone. He's a kind man, steady, a good father, but the spark in their marriage has dulled over the years, worn down by routines and responsibilities. Eunbi, still glowing with her youthful energy, feels a restless ache she tries to ignore.
Her husband sets his phone down, turning to her with a gentle smile, "Long day?" he asks, his hand finding hers under the sheets. She nods, leaning in to kiss him, hoping to feel something more tonight.
They start slow, his lips soft but familiar, his hands roaming her body as she straddles him.
Eunbi's in a silky nightgown, her curves barely contained, and her husband's groans softly, clearly turned on by her.
But as they move together, clothes shed, she feels the familiar disappointment settling in.
His cock is small, barely stretching her, and though he tries, thrusting eagerly, his hands gripping her hips, it's not enough.
Eunbi moves with him, rocking her hips, trying to chase any spark of pleasure, but it's fleeting. Her body craves more, something deeper, harder. She closes her eyes, letting her mind wander to keep herself in the moment, but it's no use.
Her husband finishes quickly, a soft grunt escaping him as he comes, leaving her unsatisfied, her pussy barely tingling.
She rolls off, lying beside him, staring at the ceiling as he catches his breath, "Love you," he murmurs, kissing her forehead before turning over, already half asleep.
"Love you too," she replies, her voice automatic, but her body is restless. She sighs, pulling the covers up, knowing her husband tries his best but can't fill the void she feels.
The next morning, Saturday, Eunbi wakes up. She's still thinking about last night, her husband's effort, his small cock leaving her unsatisfied.
Over breakfast, she suggests a weekend getaway to her husband, something light, a trip to a nearby park or beach where Nabi can play.
"It'd be fun," she says, smiling at him and Nabi, who's munching on cereal, "We could all use a break," she adds
Her husband sighs, rubbing his eyes. "I'm beat, Eunbi. This week's been brutal at work. I just need to crash this weekend." He gives her an apologetic look, and though she nods, understanding, a pang of disappointment hits her.
She loves him, but his constant exhaustion leaves her carrying the weight of their family's spark alone.
As her husband heads to the couch with his coffee, Eunbi's mind wanders to you. She pictures your shy smile, the way you blushed when she teased you, and an idea forms.
Maybe you'd be up for joining her and Nabi for a day out. It'd be innocent, just a fun trip to keep Nabi entertained, but the thought of spending time with you, outside the office, sends a thrill through her.
She grabs her phone, hesitating only a moment before dialing your number.
You're awake by your phone buzzing on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Eunbi's name.
It's barely 9 AM, still need recovering from the workweek. You answer, voice rough, "Hello?"
"Hey, darling," Eunbi's voice is bright.
"Did I wake you up? Sorry, but I've got a plan. Nabi and I are going to the park today, maybe hit the beach after. Wanna come with us? It'll be fun, and Nabi likes you." Her tone is warm, persuasive, but there’s that familiar flirty edge that makes your heart skip.
You hesitate, rubbing sleep from your eyes. A day out with Eunbi and her daughter sounds nice, but the idea of being around her, knowing your own confused feelings, makes you wary, not sure if you should be diving deeper into Eunbi's orbit.
But she sounds so genuine, and you don't want to seem rude. "Uh... I don't know, Ms. Eunbi. I was gonna rest for today," you say.
"Come on," she please, her voice softening.
"It's just a fun day, taking Nabi play with. You'll be doing me a huge favor. My husband too tired, and I could use the company."
There's a hint of something more in her tone, not quite pleading, but enough to make you feel bad saying no.
You sigh, already knowing you're caving. "Okay, fine. I'll come," you say, sitting up in bed, "What time?"
"Sweet!" Eunbi’s excitement is clear, and you can almost see her smile through the phone.
"I'll pick you up in an hour. Dress comfy, it's gonna be a warm day. See you soon, darling," she hangs up before you can second-guess yourself.
You drag yourself out of bed, a mix of nerves and curiosity bubbling in your chest. You shower quickly, throw on a t-shirt and shorts, and pack a small bag with a water bottle and powerbank, trying to keep it casual.
A sleek black SUV pulls up in front of your place, and you spot Eunbi in the driver's seat, her sunglasses perched on her nose, her bob hair framing her perfectly.
She looks effortlessly stunning, her fitted tank top and shorts showing off her youthful figure, the kind of 'hot young mom' vibe that's been your fantasy for longer than you'd admit.
The reality hits, though, she's married, with a kid, and this isn't some sugar mommy scenario, even if your mind thinking the thought. You shake it off, grab your bag, and head to the car.
Eunbi rolls down the window, flashing that playful smile, "Hop in, darling," she says, her voice warm. You nod and slide into the passenger seat. The car smells like her perfume, light and floral, and you try to act natural.
In the back, Nabi's strapped into her booster seat, clutching a stuffed bunny, her eyes bright, "Hi, Uncle!" she chirps, her small voice full of excitement. The nickname catches you off guard, and you glance at Eunbi, who laughs softly.
"She started calling you that after yesterday," Eunbi explains, glancing at you with a grin. "Guess you made an impression." You smile awkwardly, turning to Nabi.
"Hey, Nabi," you say, keeping your tone light. "What's your bunny's name?"
"Bouncy!" she shouts proudly, holding up her doll.
She launches into a chatter about Bouncy's adventures, her words tumbling out in that endless, joyful way kids talk.
You nod along, asking little questions, and she giggles, clearly loving the attention. You're surprised how easy it feels, chatting with her, and it distracts you from the nervous energy of being so close to Eunbi.
Eunbi drives, her focus on the road, but she chimes in occasionally, teasing you, "You're good with kids, darling. You gonna steal Nabi from me," she says, her tone playful but enough to make your cheeks warm.
As you head toward the park, Nabi keeps talking, asking you everything from your favorite color to whether you like ice cream.
Eunbi steals glances at you, her smile soft but with that familiar spark, like she's enjoying watching you bond with her daughter.
Arrived at the park, a sprawling green space with a playground buzzing with kids and picnic tables scattered under shady trees.
Eunbi parks the SUV, and you hop out, helping Nabi unbuckle from her booster seat.
She grabs your hand, her tiny fingers wrapping around yours, and starts tugging you toward the swings.
"Uncle, come push me!" she shouts, her excitement shared. You laugh, letting her lead the way, her stuffed bunny Bouncy tucked under her arm.
Eunbi follows behind, carrying a tote bag with snacks and a blanket, her sunglasses perched on her head. You glance back, catching her smile, warm, almost tender, as she watches you and Nabi chatter away.
"You two are cute," she calls out, her voice light but with that teasing edge that makes your cheeks blush.
You focus on Nabi, pushing her gently on the swing as she giggles, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest from Eunbi's attention.
After an hour of running around, Nabi dragging you from the swings to the slide, then to a game of tag, you're all ready for the next stop, the beach.
Eunbi drives a short distance to a nearby shore, the salty air hitting you as you step out.
You head to a changing area, swapping your t-shirt and shorts for a white tank top and loose swim boxers.
When you walk back, you freeze. Eunbi's changed into a bikini, bright blue, clinging to her curves, her big breasts barely contained, her hips and toned stomach on full display. She looks like she stepped out of a fantasy, her youthful glow making your cock twitch instantly in your boxers. You force your eyes away, heart pounding, trying not to stare.
Nabi, in a cute blue swimsuit with little fish patterns, runs up to you, "Uncle, let's build a sandcastle!" she says, grabbing a bucket from Eunbi's bag.
Eunbi adjusts her bikini top, catching your glance, and smirks, clearly aware of the effect she's having, "Darling, keep an eye on Nabi, will you?" she says, her voice smooth, that familiar playful tone making your face heat up.
She stretches out on a towel, sunglasses back on, looking like she’s ready to soak up the sun. "I'll be right here if you need me," she adds, before lying back.
You nod, swallowing hard, and focus on Nabi, who's already digging in the sand.
You kneel beside her, helping her scoop sand into the bucket, but your eyes keep drifting to Eunbi, her curves, the way her bikini rides up slightly as she shifts, her skin glistening under the sun. Your cock stirs again, and you adjust your boxers, praying it's not obvious.
Nabi babbles happily about her castle, and you smile, trying to stay present, but Eunbi's presence is like a magnet, pulling at your thoughts.
You play with Nabi, building towers and digging sand, but every so often, Eunbi calls out, "You're doing great, darling!" or "Nabi, show Uncle your best castle!"
The day at the beach unfolds smoothly, with no awkward moments to throw you off balance. It’s just a normal, sunny day, filled with Nabi's giggles and Eunbi's warm presence.
You manage to keep your focus on Nabi, pushing aside the sight of Eunbi's bikini-clad curves, your earlier fantasies fading into the background as the day stays wholesome.
Nabi runs to the water's edge, splashing in the shallow waves, and you follow, keeping an eye on her as she squeals with delight.
"Uncle, look! Fishies!" she shouts, pointing at nothing in particular. You laugh, splashing a little water back.
Eunbi joins you for a bit, holding Nabi's hand as they dip their toes in the waves, and you catch her smiling at you, not the flirty smirk from the office, but something softer, like she's genuinely happy you're here.
As the sun starts to dip, you all pack up, sandy and tired.
"Let's grab some food," Eunbi suggests, brushing sand off her legs, "I know a good spot nearby."
You pile into her SUV, Nabi chattering in the back about her sandcastle, still clutching Bouncy. You're more relaxed now, the day feeling like a break from the week chaos.
You end up at a cozy beachside diner, the kind with checkered tablecloths and a kid's menu with crayons.
Nabi's thrilled, coloring a picture of a crab while you and Eunbi order burgers and milkshakes.
Eunbi sits across from you, her sunglasses pushed up, her face glowing from the sun.
She chats easily, about Nabis preschool, her love for spicy fries, random office gossip, but there's no heavy flirting, no suggestive winks. It's just... nice.
You realize, as you watch her cut Nabi's burger into smaller pieces, that Eunbi feels more like an older sister today, someone warm and familiar, not the bold, seductive woman from work. It's a stark contrast to Saerom, whose intensity always left you on edge. Eunbi is lighter, more grounded, even with her playful side.
"Thanks for coming today," she says, catching your eye as Nabi scribbles happily.
"It means a lot to Nabi... and to me," her smile is genuine, no hidden agenda, and you feel a warmth relief.
"No problem," you say, smiling back.
"It was fun," simple, easy, a day that feels like a reset. You're not sure where this connection with her is going, but for now, it feels good, like a bond that's growing in its own quiet way.
Eunbi pulls up in front of your apartment building, the streetlights casting a soft glow inside the car.
You carefully try to shift Nabi off you, but she whines in her sleep, her little arms clinging to your sleeve, refusing to let go.
You freeze, not wanting to wake her, and look at Eunbi, unsure what to do. Eunbi chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"She's had a big day, huh," she leans back, thinking for a moment, then says, "I don't want to wake her either. Mind if we come up for a bit? Just to let her rest a little before I drive home?"
You hesitate, your heart picking up speed. Having Eunbi in your apartment feels like a step into new territory, even if it's just for Nabi.
But you can't say no, not with Nabi sleeping so peacefully, and Eunbi's request so practical. "Uh, sure, yeah," you say, keeping your voice low, "Come on up."
Carefully, you unbuckle your seatbelt and ease out of the car, cradling Nabi in your arms. She stirs slightly but stays asleep, her head nestled against your shoulder.
Eunbi grabs her tote bag and Nabi's backpack, locking the car before following you into the building.
The elevator ride is quiet, the hum of it almost loud in the silence, and you're hyper-aware of Eunbi standing close, her perfume faint but familiar.
You unlock your apartment door, stepping into the small, tidy space, nothing fancy, just a couch, a TV, and a few bookshelves with your work stuff.
You gesture to the couch, "I will lay her here," you whisper, and Eunbi nods, grabbing a throw blanket from her bag to drape over Nabi as you gently set her down. Nabi curls up, still clutching Bouncy, and stays asleep.
Eunbi straightens up, looking around your place with a small smile. "Nice spot, darling," she says, her voice soft to avoid waking Nabi.
"Very... you," her tone is playful but not as flirty as usual, more like she's genuinely curious about your space.
"Want some water or something?" you offer, heading to the kitchen to keep your hands busy.
"Water's enough, darling," she says, following you to the small kitchen counter, leaning against it as you fill two glasses.
You hand her one glass, and she sips, her eyes meeting yours over the rim, "Thanks for today," she says quietly, "Nabi had a blast. I haven't seen her this happy in a while."
"No worries," you reply, sipping your water, feeling that warmth from her words, "She's sweet."
Eunbi nods, setting her glass down, her gaze softening, "She is good with you. It's... nice to see," she pauses, like she wants to say more, but glances at Nabi, still sleeping soundly.
You're both tired from the long day, and as the conversation slows, you sit on the edge of the couch near Nabi, your body sinking into the cushions.
Eunbi settles into an armchair across from you, sipping her water, her bare legs crossed, still in those shorts that show off her curves.
You try not to stare, you push the thought away, focusing on Nabi’s peaceful face, but your eyelids grow heavy.
Without realizing it, you passed out, your head resting against the back of the couch, the day's exhaustion finally winning, you're out cold, unaware of time passing,
Faint sensation pulls you from sleep. It's subtle at first, a warmth, a gentle pressure down there. Your eyes flutter open, and you glance down.
Eunbi, she's kneeling in front of you, her hands on your thighs, your shorts tugged down just enough to free your cock, which is already half-hard.
"Ms. E-Eunbi..." your voice shaky, "what are you-?" your heart races, surprised by her sudden action, her fingers working you, spreading the pre-cum already leaking from your tip.
"Shhh... you gonna wake her up, darling" she whispers, her voice barely audible.
You glance at Nabi, still sleeping soundly a few feet away, and panic mixes with arousal.
Eunbi smirks, "I've been thinking about this all day."
Before you can protest, her lips part, and she takes you into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the head, slow and teasing. Her lips slide slowly down your cock, her warm, wet mouth taking you deeper as her tongue swirls against the sensitive underside.
You're gripping the couch, trying to stay silent as Nabi sleeps just a few feet away.
Her mouth sucks with quiet, her eyes flick up to meet yours, sparkling with something hungrier, like she's wanting this long ago.
You stifle a groan, gripping the couch, your body tensing as she sucks gently, her hand stroking what her mouth doesn't cover.
She pulls off with a soft, wet pop, her hand still stroking your slick length, keeping you hard. Her voice is barely a whisper, low and sultry.
She leans closer, "God, darling, your cock is so big," she murmurs, her lips brushing the tip as she speaks, sending a shiver through you.
"So thick... feels so good in my mouth," her words are blunt, dripping with lust, and your face burns, your cock twitching in her grip.
She glances at Nabi, ensuring she's still asleep, then looks back at you, "You know," she whispers, her hand slowing but never stopping, "My husband tries, he really does. But his cock..." She pauses, a faint smirk but disappointed on her lips.
"It's tiny. So small, barely anything. I hardly feel it when we were making love," her voice carries a frustration like a secret she's held too long. "It's nothing like this," she adds, giving your cock a gentle squeeze.
Your breath catches, image of Eunbi with her husband, unsatisfied, her body craving more, makes your cock ache even harder, "Ms. Eunbi..." you whisper, your voice shaky, unsure if you're protesting or urging her on.
She just smiles, wicked and confident, and leans back down, her tongue flicking over the head of your cock, lapping up the pre-cum leaking steadily now, "Shh, let me enjoy this," her lips wrapping around you again, sucking harder this time.
Her hand pumps the base, her mouth working the rest, and the wet, sloppy sounds are loud in your quiet apartment.
You bite your lip, stifling a groan, your hips twitching up instinctively as she takes you deeper, her throat tightening around you. She's relentless, clearly turn on by your cock's size, her moans vibrating against your it like she's getting off on it as much as you are.
Your body tenses, pleasure building fast, and you whisper, "Ms. Eunbi... I'm gonna..."
She pulls off, a string of spit trailing from her mouth to your tip.
"Not yet, not here," she whispers, she glances at Nabi, still sleeping soundly, then back at you, her hand still gently stroking your slick, throbbing cock to keep you hard.
"Got a nice bed for us?" she ask, tracing your cock already wet mix of her saliva and your pre-cum.
"Uhh... my room, maybe...?" you nod at your room, where's your bed at.
She's standing, tugging you up by your wrist. She leads you quickly, guiding you to your bedroom.
Once inside, she shuts the door carefully, locking it with a soft click. She turns to face you, her tank top clinging to her body, her eyes burning with intent.
"Let's continue, darling," she says, her voice hushed but raw, stepping closer. "I need you inside me. Your big cock, I want to feel it," her words are blunt, desperate, and they hit you like a spark, your cock twitching hard at the thought.
She pulls off her tank top in one smooth motion, revealing her full breasts, her nipples already hard.
Her shorts follow, leaving her naked, every curve begging to be touched. She steps up to you, her hands tugging at your shirt, pulling it off, then yanking your shorts down completely.
Your cock stands fully erect, slick from her mouth, and she bites her lip, staring at it like it's everything she's been wanting.
She climbs onto your bed and lying back, spreading her legs wide. "Put in me, darling," she whispers, her pussy is glistening, wet with need, and she reaches down, parting her folds with her fingers, inviting you in. "Give me what I need."
You're frozen for a second, your mind racing with the reality, she's married, Nabi's in the other room, this is insane, but your body's already moving.
You climb onto the bed, positioning yourself between her thighs, your cock brushing against her wet entrance.
She moans softly, her hands grabbing your shoulders, pulling you closer, "Don't make me wait," she breathes, her voice trembling with want.
You push in slowly, feeling her tight, warm pussy stretch around your cock, gripping you like nothing you've felt before.
She gasps, her head tilting back, her nails digging into your skin, "Oh fuck.... so big," her voice shaky with pleasure.
You start thrusting, slow at first, then harder as she urges you on, her hips rocking up to meet you. The bed creaks softly, but you're too lost in her, the way her pussy clenches around you, the way her moans stay hushed but desperate, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
"Harder," she pants, her hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you deeper.
"More harder," you obey, slamming into her, your cock filling her completely, the wet slap of your bodies echoing.
She's loud now, her moans barely contained, and you pray Nabi doesn't wake up. Eunbi's pussy is so tight, so perfect, drives you harder, your cock throbbing as you push her closer to the edge.
You can feel her pussy clenching harder around your cock, signaling she's close, "Darling... fuck, I'm gonna..." she gasps, her voice breaking, her hips bucking up to meet your thrusts.
You keep going, slamming into her, your cock hitting deep, pushing her over the edge.
Suddenly, "Fuck~!" she cries out, a loud, "Ahhh~!" and her body convulses, her pussy squeezing your cock so tight it’s almost too much.
She comes hard, her juices gushing out, squirting in hot, messy streams that soak your cock and the sheets beneath her. Her eyes roll back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her face twisted, she's losing herself completely.
You pull out, giving her a moment to ride the high. Her juices keep flowing, dripping down her thighs, and she moans louder, her voice raw and unrestrained, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“Oh, god... oh, fuck...” she whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets, her eyes fluttering as if she's in heaven. Her chest heaves, her breasts rising and falling as she gasps for air, still trembling from the release.
She is calming now, means ready again. You line up your cock, sliding it along her folds before pushing in deep.
She gasps, her head tilting back, her tongue still out, "Fuck, yes..." she moans, her voice louder now, less controlled, her hands grabbing your shoulders, nails digging in.
You start thrusting, slamming into her with more force, your cock plunging deep, the wet slap of your bodies echoing in the small bedroom.
Her pussy clenches around you, hot and slick from her first orgasm, making every thrust feel electric. Her moans turn into cries, her tongue still out, her face twisted in pleasure, completely undone. "Oh god, darling... so big... fuck me!" she gasps, her legs wrapping tighter around you, pulling you deeper.
Your hands grip her hips, then slide up to her breasts, squeezing them as you pound into her, your cock hitting her deepest spots. She's loud now, too lost to care about Nabi in the other room, "Please... don't stop..." she whimpers, her hands clutching your back, her body arching into you.
You keep going, fucking her harder, her pussy tightens again, her second orgasm closing in fast. "I'm... I'm gonna..." she gasps, her voice breaking, her eyes rolling back.
You feel her body tense, her pussy clamping down hard on your cock as she comes, another gush of juices soaking you, her body shaking violently.
"Ahhh~! Fuck~!" she cries out, her tongue out, her hands clawing at you as she rides the wave. You slow down, letting her catch her breath.
"Turn over," you say, your voice low and commanding, surprising even yourself.
Her eyes widen slightly, despite her exhaustion. She obeys, rolling onto her stomach, then pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, her ass raised invitingly. Her back arches, her pussy glistening, still dripping, and you can't resist the urge to take her again.
You position yourself behind her, grabbing her hips as you line up your cock with her slick entrance. You slide in easily, her pussy so wet it takes you in without resistance, gripping you tightly as you fill her.
She moans, her head dropping forward, her hair falling over her face, "Fuck, darling... yes," she gasps, pushing back against you, already eager for more.
You start thrusting, your hips slamming against her ass. She feels incredible, her pussy clenching around your cock with every deep thrust, and you pick up the pace.
You reach forward, grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking it gently but firmly, pulling her head back. She gasps, her moan louder, her body responding, "Harder..." she begs, "fuck me harder." You pound her hard, your cock hitting deep, making her ass jiggle with each thrust.
Your hand comes down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing as her skin reddens slightly. She cries out, her pussy tightening around you, clearly loving it, "Again," she moans, her tongue slipping out again, her eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the pleasure. You spank her again, harder this time, and she whimpers, her body shaking, her pussy so wet it’s dripping onto the sheets.
You keep going, yanking her hair to keep her arched, spanking her ass as you fuck her relentlessly. Her moans turn into cries, loud and unrestrained, her hands clutching the sheets as she pushes back against you, matching your rhythm. "Fuck... I'm gonna... again..." she gasps, her voice breaking, her body trembling violently.
You feel her pussy clamp down hard, her third orgasm hitting like a wave. She comes, loud moan, "Fuckkk~!" her juices gushing again, squirting onto your cock and the bed, her body convulsing as her eyes roll back, her tongue hanging out.
Her body shaking as she rides out the high, her ass red from your spanks, her hair messy from your grip. You slow down, letting her catch her breath, but you’re still hard inside her, your own release close but held back.
She shifts, she pushes you gently onto your back, "I want to ride this big cock..."
You lie back, your cock still rock-hard, slick with her wetness.
She climbs over you, straddling your hips, her big breasts hang heavy, her nipples hard, and she looks down at you, "My husband never filled me like you," she whispers, her voice raw, as she grips your cock, lining it up with her soaked pussy.
She sinks down slowly, moaning loudly as your cock stretches her, filling her completely. "Fuck... so big," she gasps, her head tilting back, her tongue slipping out again as she starts to move, her hips moving back and forth.
Her pussy grips you tightly, wet and hot, and the sight of her riding you, her breasts bouncing, her face twisted in pleasure, drives you wild. She grinds down hard, her hands on your chest for balance, her moans growing louder with every roll of her hips. "God, darling... you're so deep," she whimpers, chasing her next high.
You grip her hips, guiding her, thrusting up to meet her movements. She's relentless, riding you faster, her moans turning into desperate cries, her tongue still out, her eyes rolling back as she loses herself.
"Fuck… I'm gonna come again," she gasps, her body trembling, her pussy tightening even more.
You feel her hit her fourth orgasm, her body shaking violently, another gush of juices soaking your cock and thighs as she screams, "Ohhh~! Ahhh~!"
You can't hold on any longer. The pleasure's too intense, her tight, wet pussy and her wild moans pushing you to the edge, "Ms. Eunbi... I'm..." you groan, your cock throbbing.
In a sudden surge, you flip her over, pinning her back down. She gasps, her legs spreading wide, her pussy still dripping as you pound into her harder than before, your thrusts deep and desperate.
Her breasts bounce with each slam, "Yes... darling, pound me harder~" her moans loud, her hands clutching your shoulders as you fuck her.
The pressure snaps, and you pull out just in time, your cock pulsing as you come hard, "Fuck!" ropes of hot cum shooting across her face and big breasts.
Eunbi moans, her tongue darting out to catch some, her eyes half lidded, looking like she's in high as your cum paints her skin, "Yes... darling..." her voice weak, her chest heaving as she lies there, covered in cum, her pussy still twitching from her fourth orgasm.
You collapse beside her, both of you panting, your body spent and buzzing. The room is quiet now, just your heavy breaths and the faint creak of the bed.
She turns her head, her face flushed, cum still glistening on her lips and breasts, and gives you a tired, wicked smile, "That was... everything I need," she whispers, her voice hoarse.
You're too exhausted to reply, your mind reeling from the intensity, Nabi in the next room forgotten in the haze of pleasure.
She wipes a bit of your cum from her cheek with her finger, licking it casually, and chuckles softly, "God, darling, you're so good," she says, her tone teasing.
"Where'd you learn that?" she trails off, raising an eyebrow, genuinely curious, "Have you done this a lot? Had a girlfriend? Or... someone else?"
Your face heats up, embarrassment creeping in as you realize she's asking about your experience. The memory of Saerom, flashes in your mind, but you hesitate. You're not sure you want to spill that, not with Eunbi lying here, her eyes searching yours. It feels too complicated, too risky to admit you've been with another coworker, especially someone like Saerom.
So, you brace yourself, deciding to dodge the truth.
"I... uh..." you stammer, rubbing the back of your neck, your voice barely above a whisper.
"I haven't really... done this much. I mean, no girlfriend or anything," you pause, feeling your cheeks burn.
"I... watch a lot of porn." you blurt out.
Her eyes widen, and then she bursts into laughter, soft but genuine, covering her mouth to keep it quiet so Nabi doesn't wake, "Porn?" she repeats, her voice teasing, her smile widenin, "Oh, darling, that's adorable," she leans closer, her sticky breasts brushing your arm, clearly amused.
"So you're telling me all that, this..." she gestures waving to the soaked sheets and her cum streaked body "...came from watching videos? You're a fast learner, then."
You nod, relieved she's not pressing further, "Yeah, I guess..." you mumble, avoiding her gaze, your face still hot, "Just... figured it out."
She chuckles again, her hand resting on your chest, her touch light but warm. "Well, you're a natural, my husband could take notes."
She smirks, "You've got nothing to be embarrassed about, darling."
You clear your throat, your voice hesitant. "Ms. Eunbi... why me?" you ask, glancing at her, "I mean... today was great, and I've always thought you were... you know, amazing. But I'm starting to see you like... I don't know, an older sister. So why... this? Why me?"
Her hand pauses on your chest, and she shifts slightly, propping herself up to meet your gaze. Her eyes are serious now, no trace of her usual teasing smirk. She wipes a bit of cum from her cheek, thoughtful, then sighs, her voice soft but honest.
"It's complicated, darling," she says, her tone carrying a weight you haven't heard from her before. "I love my husband. I really do. We've been married eight years, and he's a good man, a great dad to Nabi. But..." she trails off, looking away for a moment, her lips pressing into a thin line.
She takes a deep breath and continues. "His... well, you heard me before. His pepe's small, and it's not just that. He barely lasts, and even when we try, it's like he's not... enough. I've only ever come with him a handful of times, and even then, it was nothing like this." she gestures vaguely to the soaked sheets, her body, you.
"And his sperm... it's weak. We tried for years to have kids. Nabi's our miracle, but most of his sperm doesn't even reach my eggs. Doctors confirmed it. We're lucky we got her."
Her voice softens, and she looks back at you, her eyes searching yours. "I've been faithful, mostly. But I'm human too, darling. I need pleasure too. I need to feel wanted, to feel my body come alive. My husband tries, but he can't give me that. But you…" she pauses, her hand sliding down to rest on your thigh, her touch gentle but electric.
"You're young, you're sweet, and... god, you're big. You make me feel things I've been missing for years."
You swallow hard, "So... you just need me for... this?" you ask, your voice quiet, unsure if you're hurt or just trying to understand.
She shakes her head quickly, her hand squeezing your thigh, "No, it's not just that. Today, seeing you with Nabi, how kind you were, how easy it felt... it wasn't just about sex. You're special to me, darling. I feel something with you, something I don't want to let go of," she leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"I love my husband, but I need this too. And I want it with you."
Your heart races as you lie there, her words about her marriage and her need for pleasure. Her vulnerability, her warmth, and the way she's made you feel so wanted stir something deep inside you, a mix of desire and a strange, almost childish need for closeness.
You've always had this quiet kink, this fantasy of calling someone "mommy," someone nurturing yet commanding, and Eunbi, with her caring yet sensual energy, feels like she fits that role perfectly. But saying it out loud feels risky, embarrassing, and your face burns just thinking about it.
You swallow hard, your voice barely a whisper, unsure but unable to hold back, "Ms. Eunbi... can... can I call you mommy?" the words tumble out, and you brace yourself to embarrassed yourself again.
She pauses, her hand still resting on your thigh, and for a moment, you think you've gone too far. Then she chuckles, a soft, warm sound that eases your nerves. Her eyes showing something maybe an amusement.
"Mommy, huh?" she says, her voice teasing but not mocking, "Sure, darling... you can call me mommy."
She leans closer, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "And what does mommy do?"
Before you can answer, she shifts, crawling over your body, her naked curves hovering above you, her cum-streaked breasts swaying slightly, "She makes her darling feel pleasured," she purrs, her hand sliding down to grip your cock.
Her fingers wrap around your cock , jerking you slowly, her touch firm but teasing, coaxing you back to hardness.
You gasp, your hips twitching up into her hand, the word "mommy" on the tip of your tongue feeling so right yet so forbidden.
"M-mommy..." you mumble, your voice shaky, your face burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Her slow strokes make your cock throb, pre-cum already beading at the tip as she spreads it with her thumb, her grip slick and deliberate.
"That's right, darling," she whispers, her voice low and sultry, her lips grazing your neck.
"Mommy's gonna take care of you." She pumps you faster, her hand tight, her eyes locked on yours, watching every twitch of your face, every hitch in your breath.
"M-mommy..." you whisper, your voice trembling, "Can I... can I milk you?"
The words feel weird, almost too much, but the image of drinking from her, of her giving you that kind of intimacy, makes your cock throb harder in her grip.
Her eyes widen for a split second, then soften with a mix of surprise and delight. She chuckles, low and teasing, her hand never stopping its slow, slick strokes on your cock. "Oh, darling," she purrs.
She leaning closer, her lips brushing your cheek, "You want mommy's milk? Such a needy boy," her tone is both indulgent and playful, and she shifts, sitting up slightly to position herself better, her breasts hovering near your face.
She cups one of her breasts, "Go ahead, darling. Drink from mommy," guiding it toward your mouth, her nipple already hard and inviting.
You hesitate for a moment, heart pounding, but you latch onto her nipple, your lips closing around it, and suck gently at first, your tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.
A soft moan escapes her, her hand tightening on your cock, stroking faster as you start to suck harder.
Milk, there's a milk from her body, sweetness, it sends a surge of pleasure through you. You suck greedily, your hands reaching up to hold her breast, squeezing gently as you drink, lost in the fantasy.
Her moans grow louder, her hips shifting slightly as she watches you, clearly turned on by your neediness, "That's it, darling," she murmurs, her voice shaky, "Such a good boy for mommy... drinking so well."
Her hand works your cock faster, slick with pre cum, her fingers twisting slightly with each stroke, pushing you closer to the edge. The combination of her breast in your mouth, her nipple under your tongue, and her hand jerking you off is overwhelming.
You moan against her skin, the vibration making her gasp, her free hand tangling in your hair to hold you closer to her chest. "Keep going, sweetheart," she whispers, her voice thick with arousal. "Mommy loves this."
Your hips buck up into her hand, your cock throbbing, the pleasure building to a breaking point. You suck harder, your tongue swirling, your hands kneading her breast.
Her strokes damn good, her thumb brushing over your tip, sending jolts through you. "Come for mommy," she murmurs, her voice urgent, her own arousal clear in her tightening grip. "Be a good boy and come."
You can't hold back anymore. With a muffled moan against her breast, you come hard, your cock pulsing in her hand as ropes of cum shoot out, spilling over her fingers and onto your stomach.
She keeps jerking you, milking every drop, her moans soft and encouraging as you shudder through the orgasm, still latched onto her nipple, drinking greedily like it's all you need.
Finally, you pull back, gasping for air, your body spent and trembling. Her hand slows, her touch gentle now, and she leans down, kissing your forehead softly. "Such a good boy," she whispers, her voice warm, her cum-covered hand resting on your thigh.
She sits you up gently, her hands on your shoulders. Before you can breathe, she kisses you deeply, her lips pressing hard against yours.
Her tongue meets yours, and the kiss is wet and messy, making you feel excited again even though you're tired. She pulls you close, her arms around your neck, her soft, sticky breasts against your chest. The kiss is wild, full of moans, and you're lost in her.
She pulls back, breathing hard, her lips wet, her tongue slightly out. Her eyes are full of desire, and she's so beautiful, "Darling..." she says softly, her hands still holding you.
You push her back onto the bed. She gasps, her legs opening as she lies under you, her body still wet from before, shining in the light. "Fuck me again, darling," she says, her voice needy, reaching for you. "I need you."
Your cock already getting hard again, you slide between her thighs, your body brushing against her wetness, and push inside. She feels tight and warm, and she moans loudly, her head tilting back, her hands grabbing your arms as you move. "Yes... so big," she gasps, her body tightening around you with every thrust.
You move fast, your bodies slapping together, the sound filling the room. Her moans are loud and needy, her breasts bouncing, her eyes rolling back as she gives in to the pleasure. "Harder... please, darling," she begs, her face showing pure joy. You thrust harder, the bed shaking, forgetting about Nabi waking up as you chase the feeling.
Her body shakes, and you know she's close. "Come for me, mommy," you say, and it pushes her over the edge. She cries out, her pussy tightening hard, her climax rushing through her, her moans loud and shaky. But she grabs you, her voice desperate. "Inside... come inside me, darling," she says, her eyes locked on yours. "I want it... please."
Her words break you. You thrust deep one last time, your climax hitting hard. You groan, releasing inside her, filling her as she moans, her body taking everything. You keep moving until you're done, then collapse onto her, both of you breathing heavily, tangled together.
She shifts, her fingers tracing your back, and sighs. "I don't want this to end," she says quietly, almost hesitant. "But... I should go home. My husband probably wondering where I am, and Nabi needs her own bed." She looks at you, her eyes soft but a little sad, torn between staying and returning to her life.
You nod, understanding, but part of you doesn't want to let her go. There's something you've been wanting to try, something sparked by the closeness you've shared tonight.
You swallow, your face warm as you gather the courage to ask. "Mommy..." you say, the word still exciting to say, "before you go... can I... can I taste your pussy? I'm curious what you taste like."
Her eyes widen, then a slow, happy smile spreads across her face. "Oh, darling," she says, her voice full of warmth and teasing desire. "You want to taste mommy? That's sweet." She leans up, kissing you softly, her tongue brushing yours, letting you taste a hint of your cum from earlier. "Of course, baby. One last treat for my good boy."
She slides out from under you, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs wide, her pussy glistening, still wet with your cum and her juices.
The sight makes your cock twitch, even though you're too tired to get hard again. "Come here," she whispers, patting her thigh, her eyes locked on yours, inviting you closer.
You move between her legs, your heart racing, your mouth watering as you lower yourself. Her scent hits you first, musky, sweet, and strong. You pause for a moment, then lean in, your tongue flicking out to taste her.
The first lick is thrilling, her juices tangy and rich, mixed with a slight saltiness from your cum. Eunbi moans softly, her hand finding your hair, guiding you gently. "That's it, darling... lick mommy's pussy," she murmurs, her voice trembling with pleasure.
You dive in, your tongue exploring her folds, lapping up her wetness, enjoying every bit. She tastes amazing, and you lose yourself in it, sucking gently on her clit, swirling your tongue, eager to make her feel good.
Her moans get louder, her hips moving slightly, pressing herself against your mouth. "Fuck... so good, baby," she gasps, her fingers tightening in your hair. "Eat me... just like that."
You keep going, your tongue going deeper, tasting her fully, your lips closing around her clit as you suck harder. Her thighs shake, closing around your head, and you know she's close. "Darling... I'm gonna..." she moans, her voice breaking.
You don't stop, licking and sucking harder, wanting to give her one last climax. She comes with a sharp cry, her pussy pulsing against your tongue, a fresh wave of juices flooding your mouth as she shakes, her body arching off the bed.
You pull back, breathing hard, your lips and chin wet with her, your heart pounding from the thrill of making her come like that. Eunbi looks at you, her face red, her eyes glowing with happiness.
"God, darling... you're too perfect," she whispers, pulling you up to kiss you, tasting herself on your lips. "I'll miss this."
She sits up, slowly grabbing her clothes from the floor. You watch as she dresses, moving like she's trying to delay leaving. Once she's ready, she turns to you, her expression soft but serious. "This... us... it's not over, okay?" she says quietly. "But I need to figure things out. Just... don't forget about mommy."
You nod, your throat tight. "I won't," you say, meaning it. She kisses you one last time, soft and lingering.
She heads to the living room to gently wake Nabi. You follow, helping her gather Nabi's things, the little girl sleepy but happy in her mother's arms.
Eunbi gives you a final smile at the door, Nabi waving lazily, and then they're gone, leaving you alone in your quiet apartment.
It's Monday morning, and you're back at the office, the usual routine kicking in. The place is alive with chatter and the smell of coffee. Your weekend with Eunbi and Nabi, especially that intense, secret night with Eunbi, still plays in your mind.
You walk to your desk, half-expecting things to feel different after everything that happened.
As you pass the marketing area, you notice Saerom watching you. She's leaning on her desk, arms crossed, holding a file, with a small, knowing smirk. Your body reacts slightly, and you nod awkwardly, hurrying past to avoid her gaze, the memory of her lingering in your head.
Before you can sit down, Eunbi walks up, her heels clicking softly, holding a paper cup with a warm, playful smile. She's wearing a fitted blouse and pencil skirt, her figure clear but professional, her hair swept to one side.
"Morning, darling," she says smoothly, teasingly, handing you the coffee. "Did you rest enough yesterday?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and you know she's thinking of Saturday night, her calling you "darling," her body wet with you, her taste still fresh in your mind.
"M-morning, Ms. Eunbi," you mumble, taking the coffee, your face getting warm as you scratch your neck.
"Yeah... I, uh, got some rest." It sounds weak, but she just laughs softly, her hand brushing your arm for a moment, enough to make you feel a stir in your pants.
"Good," she says, leaning closer, her voice quiet just for you. "You'll need the energy for this week." She winks, then walks back to her desk, her hips swaying in a way you can't ignore.
You grip the coffee, trying to focus as you sit, your mind caught between Saerom's subtle look and Eunbi's bold flirting.
It's 11 AM. and the office is in busy, phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and faint meeting chatter drifting from a conference room.
You're sent to the photocopy room to copy some client files, a boring task that gives you a break from your computer.
Holding the papers, you open the door to the small room, the copier's hum filling the air.
But you stop dead when you see Eunbi there, standing by the machine with her own stack of documents. She's in her tight blouse and pencil skirt, her curves standing out, her hair loose around her face.
She looks up, her lips forming that playful smile. "Morning again, darling," she says, her voice low and teasing, you grip the files tighter, unsure whether to stay or leave knowing this is a bad idea, being alone with her now.
Before you can choose, Eunbi moves toward the door, her heels clicking, and locks it with a soft click. Your heart races, the sound loud in the small room.
"Ms. Eunbi… what-" you start, but she’s already close, her eyes sharp with desire, her smile turning naughty.
"Shhhh" she whispers, putting her files down and grabbing your wrist, pulling you to her, "We've got a few minutes, darling. Let's make it quick." Her voice is full of need.
Before you can argue, she lifts her skirt, showing her smooth thighs and black lace panties.
She pulls the panties aside, revealing her pussy, already wet and shiny. Your cock hardens fast, your breath catching.
"Eunbi… here? What if--" you mutter, glancing at the locked door, the office noise just outside. Getting caught would be disastrous, someone could knock or even have a key, but her hand's already undoing your belt, pulling it opens easily.
"No one's coming," she says softly, tugging your pants down just enough to free your hard cock. "I need you, darling. Fill me." She turns, leaning on the copier, her ass out, her pussy ready.
You're torn, fear of getting caught battling the intense desire running through you. But her scent, her wetness, and the way she looks back at you, tongue slightly out, begging without words, pushes you over.
You grab her hips, line up your cock, and push inside her in one smooth motion. She gasps, her pussy hot and tight, gripping you hard, and you both try to stay quiet.
You thrust fast and hard, the copier shaking a bit under her. Her juices make your cock slick, the wet sounds barely covered by the machine's hum.
"Fuck... so big," she whispers, her voice trembling, her head tilting back as she moves with you. You grab her hair lightly, pulling just enough to make her moan quietly, her pussy squeezing tighter.
It's quick and frantic, your cock pounding into her, her ass bouncing, her panties pushed aside, her skirt hiked up. You're both trying to be silent, but her soft moans and your heavy breathing fill the room.
"I need this," she whispers, her voice dirty, and your cock pulses, the forbidden thrill driving you closer to the edge.
You're almost there, and you feel her pussy tightening, her body shaking. "Ms. Eunbi... I'm gonna..." you whisper, but she shakes her head, pushing back harder.
"Inside, darling," she gasps. "Give mommy your cum." Her words break you, and with one last thrust, you come, your cock throbbing as you fill her, hot and thick.
She gasps, her pussy gripping you, coming too, her juices mixing with yours, dripping down her thighs as she trembles against the copier.
You pull out, breathing hard, your cock wet, her pussy leaking your cum as she fixes her panties and skirt, turning to you with a smug grin. "Good boy," she whispers, kissing you fast, her lips soft but eager.
She unlocks the door, grabs her files like nothing happened, and says, "See you later," with a wink, slipping out. You’re left stunned, heart pounding, the copier still humming as you try to wrap your head around the risky thrill of what just happened.
You're trying to pull yourself together, grabbing your files from the copier, when the door creaks open again. Your stomach drops as Seoyeon steps in, her tablet under one arm, a few papers in hand.
Seoyeon's presence is so different from Eunbi's bold vibe, quiet, shy, her long hair tucked behind her ear, her eyes meeting yours with a soft, hesitant smile that warms your chest.
"Oh, hi," she says gently, heading to the copier. "Just need a few copies for the pitch." She sets her things down, not noticing anything at first, but then her nose wrinkles, and she pauses, sniffing the air.
Your face heats up, panic hitting hard. The room smells of sex, Eunbi's juices, your cum, the raw heat of what just happened. You're sure Seoyeon can tell, and the idea of her realizing you just fucked Eunbi here makes you want to vanish.
"Uh, yeah, just… finishing up," you mumble, gripping your files tightly, your voice sounding forced. You shift awkwardly, hoping she doesn't figure it out.
Seoyeon looks at you, her brow creasing for a moment, but then she laughs softly to herself. "Weird smell in here," she mutters, almost like she's talking to herself, before turning to the copier, her fingers tapping the screen.
You let out a quiet breath, relief mixing with shame, your cock stirring slightly at the memory of Eunbi's pussy even as you stand here with Seoyeon, your crush, who has no clue about what just happened.
You want to say something, maybe chat to make things feel normal, but your mind's empty, caught between Eunbi's wild moans and Seoyeon's gentle presence. "Need help with that?" you ask weakly, pointing at the copier, trying to act casual.
She smiles, shaking her head. "I'm good, thanks." Her voice is soft, her eyes kind, and you feel a twinge of guilt, like you're betraying her just by being here after what you did. You nod, muttering a quick, "See you, then."
The next few weeks are wild, your life caught in a loop of secret hookups and sneaky moments that keep you on edge.
Eunbi doesn't stop. She finds any reason to get you alone, another quickie in the photocopy room, a fast fuck in the storage closet, her skirt up, panties pushed aside, your cock deep in her wet pussy as she whispers, "Mommy needs this, darling."
Every time, she comes hard, her juices soaking you, begging you to cum inside her, and you can't resist, your cock pulsing as you fill her again and again.
In the office, her teasing is quieter now, a coffee here, a light touch there, but her eyes always hint at more, and you're hooked, even though getting caught feels closer every day.
You’ve been shelving books for about seven thousand years.
Or at least that’s how it feels, wedged between the holiday table and the front window while people keep coming in with snow on their shoulders like they’re bringing the storm in as a guest. The bell above the door jingles every time, high and bright and weirdly smug about it.
The bookshop is warm, heavy with smells that are all slightly too much at once: cinnamon oil from the diffuser near the door, paper that’s been turned and thumbed and loved, the wet-wool edge of everyone’s coats slowly trying to defrost. There are paper snowflakes taped to the glass. A tiny artificial tree leans a bit to the left in the display, ornaments shaped like miniature book covers weighing down one side.
You’re halfway through putting a stack of romances back in alphabetical order when the bell rings again and a gust of cold sneaks in under the door, curling around your ankles.
“Shoes,” Chaewon says from the front without looking up.
You glance at her over the edge of the display. “What?”
She’s behind the register in her navy apron, the knot at her back perfectly centered like she tied it in front of a mirror. Her hair is clipped back, black and shiny, not a strand out of place. There’s a clipboard beside the register with the sign-in sheet on it. A pen is attached with a piece of string, because of course it is.
Chaewon flicks her eyes to the entry mat, then back to your face. “You’re tracking slush. Wipe.”
You look down. There’s a faint gray trail from the door to where you’re standing. Your boots are damp around the edges. You drag them across the mat a couple of times, more out of stubbornness than effort. The fox printed on the mat looks disappointed in you.
“There,” you say.
Chaewon’s expression doesn’t change. “You forgot to clock in.”
You force your shoulders to stay loose as you head up to the counter. The clipboard is waiting. You grab the pen and the string tugs, like it’s on a leash.
“Does Ms. Lim think I’m going to steal a pen?” you ask.
Chaewon’s gaze dips briefly to the front pocket of your hoodie, then back up. “You would,” she says.
You don’t even have anything in that pocket except an old dining hall receipt and some mystery lint. Still, your face warms.
“I wouldn’t,” you say. “Some of us have morals.”
“You were twenty minutes late,” she answers, not bothering to look impressed. “Sign.”
You sign. Your hand is cold, and your name ends up crooked, like it’s trying to slide off the page. Chaewon watches the paper, not you. Her nails are short and neat. You hate that you notice.
She slides a folded apron toward you without looking. “Here.”
“Wow,” you say. “There’s the reason I don’t clock in.”
“Customers don’t need to see your hoodie,” she replies. “It has holes in it.”
You look down. It does have holes. Two near the cuff from a nervous habit, one at the hem that’s older than college.
“It’s called vintage,” you say.
“It’s called tragic,” she says.
You pull the apron over your head anyway and tie it behind your back. You don’t aim. The knot lands too far to the side.
Chaewon’s eyes flick down and stay there for a moment too long. Her jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.
“Fix that,” she says.
“It’s tied,” you say. “It’s doing its job.”
“It’s crooked,” she says. “And you’re in front of customers.”
“I didn’t realize my back was part of the customer service,” you mutter.
“It is when I have to look at it,” she says.
You feel your spine stiffen. “Newsflash, Chaewon: you don’t have to look at me at all.”
Her eyes rise to meet yours. They’re sharp, dark, annoyingly steady. “Trust me,” she says. “I know.”
Before you can say something mean enough to feel satisfied now and regret later, Ms. Lim pops up from the far end of the counter, Santa hat sliding sideways like it’s trying to escape.
“There you are,” she says, cheerful. “Good, both of you. It’s starting to come down out there. We’re going to get slammed for another hour and then I’m kicking everyone out.”
She pats Chaewon’s arm as if she expects her to hold the line against an invading army. “Chaewon, gift wrap the books. You—” She points at you. “Holiday table, then float. Smile like finals aren’t happening.”
“I don’t smile on principle,” you say.
“You smile at me,” Ms. Lim says with the sharp part of her tongue.
“That’s because you pay me,” you say under the breath.
She laughs and waves you toward the middle of the store. “Shoo. Make the shelves look pretty. If anything falls on a customer, I’m blaming you and I’ll cry.”
“That’s new…” Chaewon mutters.
“What was that?” Ms. Lim asks merrily.
Chaewon’s eyes flicker. “Nothing,” she says.
You head back to the big holiday table. From the front, the building looks like a normal small bookstore—cozy, slightly chaotic, full of too many things in not enough space. When you walk it with your brain turned on, you can see the structure underneath.
Children’s corner in back with a circular rug that never lies flat, always has one piece sticking up waiting to trip someone. The reading nook opposite it, with the sagging gray couch and the lamp that only works if you tap it twice.
Classics line the left wall with the locked glass cabinet embedded in the middle. The rare books are inside, spines aged and serious. The brass key that opens it hangs on a chain around Ms. Lim’s neck. Chaewon looks at that cabinet like it owes her money.
You look at it like a bunch of books you’ll never be able to afford.
The holiday table is a disaster in three dimensions. Someone has stacked thrillers on top of romances. A cookbook about pies sits on a pile of poetry. A display mug is one elbow away from suicide.
You start sorting just to make the chaos stop. Paperbacks in one stack, hardbacks in another. Romances to the right, everything else center and left. You pull a snowy-cover romcom out from under something with a skeleton on it and feel vaguely offended on the romcom’s behalf.
“Excuse me,” a woman says to your shoulder. “Hi. Sorry. Do you have something… romantic?” She winces on the last word like it tastes weird.
You straighten. “Romantic we can do,” you say. “Any no-go zones? Like, no heartbreak, no cheating, no—”
“Oh, no, she loves heartbreak,” the woman says quickly. “It’s for my niece, she’s in high school. But my sister will kill me if there’s anything… explicit.” She mimes a vague gesture that could mean sex or could mean drugs; you decide to assume sex. “So, like… kissing, feelings, snow. But not too much… you know.”
You do know.
You look at the table. “Okay,” you say. You pick up a soft YA-ish paperback with a cartoon couple in puffy coats. “This one’s more cute-angsty than spicy. Lots of longing, barely any trauma.”
The woman’s face brightens. “Longing is good.”
You grab another—“CUM2A” by Okay—read the back quickly. Too steamy. You put it down.
“Definitely this one,” you say, handing her the first book. “Safe for nieces, but she won’t be bored.”
She clutches the book in both hands like you’ve given her something fragile. “Thank you. You just saved Christmas.”
“Wow,” you say. “All in a day’s work.”
She laughs and heads toward the register.
You glance up and catch Chaewon watching.
She’s not looking at you head-on. She’s pretending to organize the impulse-buy bookmarks near the register, but her eyes track the woman, then the book in her hands, then you.
When she feels you looking back, her gaze slides away like it never stopped.
You go back to stacking.
The hour until closing moves in knots. You wrap a stack of books in gold paper that tears every time you try to fold a corner. You show three people where the essay collections are. You straighten the children’s rug and watch it go crooked again in under five minutes because a toddler decides to run in a circle on it.
At one point you pass by the register to grab more tape and Chaewon says, without looking up, “You put the wrong edition of Little Women on the display.”
You stop. “What?”
She slides a bag across the counter to a customer, murmurs “Happy holidays,” and only when they leave does she flick her eyes to yours.
“There are three editions in stock,” she says. “Ms. Lim wants the clothbound one with the red cover on the table. You put the cheap movie tie-in one. With the faces.” Her nose wrinkles like the idea offends her.
“People like covers with faces,” you say.
“People don’t know what they want,” she shoots back.
“I thought the point was to sell books,” you say. “Movie tie-in is familiar. Familiar equals safe. Safe equals—”
“Cowardly,” she interrupts.
You blink. “That’s not where I was going.”
“It’s the only place you’re going,” she says.
You stare at her. “You think I’m a coward.”
“You won’t put your own work up for open mic,” she says. “You keep reading half-finished first drafts in workshop and then saying ‘it’s nothing’ if anyone likes it. So, yes.”
You feel something hot crawl up the back of your neck. “At least I don’t slaughter people’s stories in the Q&A portion,” you say.
Chaewon’s jaw tightens. “I give useful notes. I’m not a sycophant.”
“You could try not making people feel like idiots,” you say.
“You could try not writing like you have a brick up your ass,” she answers.
A customer steps up to the register with a stack of true crime and coughs politely.
Chaewon turns away from you so cleanly it’s like someone flipped a switch. “Hi,” she says, voice smooth. “Did you find everything okay?”
Conversation over.
Your chest still feels like she knocked something out of place, though.
You escape back into the middle of the store, where it’s just you and paper.
Outside, the wind has been doing its own thing. You’ve noticed it in the corner of your eye, the way the snowflakes stopped looking delicate and started flying sideways. Now, when you glance at the front window, you see white smeared against the glass, streetlights smudged into halos.
Someone near the holiday cards lets out a nervous gasp when a gust thumps against the door.
Ms. Lim looks up from the bookmarks display, pulls her phone from her apron, and sucks in a breath.
“Okay, update,” she says loudly, tapping the screen. “Blizzard warning just got bumped. They’re closing the main road in twenty minutes.”
The air in the store shifts. People stand up straighter. A guy in a puffer coat looks at his watch as if trying to slow down time.
“We’re closing,” Ms. Lim says, already moving toward the door. “Everybody check out now.”
You and Chaewon move automatically. She speeds up her scanning; you take armfuls of books and carry them for the people who can’t hold everything. The bell rings too much. Coats brush against you. Papercuts sting at the base of your fingers.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket with the campus alert:
SEVERE WEATHER WARNING. AVOID TRAVEL. SEEK SHELTER.
You glance at it. You glance at the window. Snow claws at the glass now, white and dense, no longer pretty.
The last customer finally staggers out with two bags and a stray ribbon stuck to their sleeve.
The bell jingles, and then there’s silence.
Ms. Lim turns the lock, flips the sign to CLOSED, and exhales like she’s been holding her breath for an hour.
“Okay,” she says. “We survived the rush.”
“I mean, the roof is about to blow away,” you say.
Ms. Lim points a gloved finger at you. “Do not jinx my roof.”
Chaewon is already scanning the store, gaze moving over displays, windows, the rare books cabinet, like she’s taking note of liabilities.
“The front romance table’s a mess,” she says.
“It’s fine,” you say. “No one’s coming in now.”
“It’s crooked,” she says.
“It’s romance,” you say. “And what’s more romantic than a crooked table?”
Chaewon aims a look at you that could cut paper.
Ms. Lim shrugs. “I’m pulling the shutter down,” she says. “You two start closing the store. Candles are near the register. If the power goes out, don’t panic, we’re not haunted. The pipes just make… noises.”
“It’s okay, Ms. Lim. I’m not scared of the dark,” you say.
“I know,” Ms. Lim says. “You’re scared of commitment and job interviews. But I didn’t ask.”
She opens the door and the wind punches in, cold and wet and loud. Her Santa hat almost flies off; she catches it with one hand and laughs.
“Back in five if the alley door isn’t frozen shut,” she calls, and then she’s outside, pulling the heavy metal shutter down over the front windows.
Chaewon stands by the glass, watching. You end up next to her without deciding to, shoulder almost brushing hers, eyes tracking the same movement.
The shutter rattles as Ms. Lim hauls it down. Snow swirls in around her feet. Her coat whips.
The lights flicker once.
You glance up at the ceiling.
They flicker again.
“Don’t,” you say under your breath, as if the building can hear you.
The lights go out.
Everything snaps to black so fast your stomach drops. The humming of the heaters stops. The buzzing from the old fluorescent tube in the back disappears. Even the little mechanical whir of the receipt printer dies.
For half a heartbeat, it’s just the storm and breathing.
The emergency lights blink on. They’re low and yellow, barely illuminating the aisles. The store looks different in them, older somehow, shadows stretched long between shelves.
Outside, something slams into the shutter with a metallic boom.
You and Chaewon both flinch.
“Ms. Lim?” Chaewon calls, too loud in the sudden quiet.
The boom comes again. The shutter rattles. Then Ms. Lim’s voice filters in from behind the metal, muffled and thin.
“I’m okay!” she shouts. “The lock’s jammed from the outside! I’m going around to try the alley door—don’t open anything unless you’re sure it’s me! And don’t—”
A gust of wind shrieks around the corner, steals the end of her sentence.
“—freeze!” barely makes it through.
The sound of her boots fades.
Chaewon’s phone vibrates. She takes it out of her pocket, reads something, frowns, and clenches her jaw. As your eyes meet hers, she returns to that impassive, serious expression she always wears.
She puts the phone back in her pocket, but whatever she saw, it had already done its damage—her shoulders now square and the skin around her mouth tight.
“Candles,” she says, already walking for the counter.
You follow. Your legs feel a little floaty, like they forgot how to walk.
Behind the register, Chaewon yanks open the bottom drawer. There’s a jumble of things inside: rolls of receipt paper, three stubby white candles, a pack of matches, a black flashlight wrapped in silver duct tape.
She grabs the matches.
Her hand shakes.
Not a lot. Just a tremor that shivers down to the knuckles.
She sucks in a breath and tightens her grip. An attempt to bully her body into cooperating.
Before you think about it too hard, you reach out and cover her fingers with yours.
“I got it,” you say.
Her head snaps up.
Her eyes flash, startled and defensive. Your hand is warm over hers. You can feel the fine bones there, the way her tendons pull taut.
“I don’t need—” she starts.
You gently slide the box of matches out of her grip. “You have all your fingers,” you say. “Let’s keep it that way.”
You strike a match. The flare of orange is small but shocking. You light the first candle, then a second. The wax catches, flames steadying into two thin petals of light.
You set them on the counter. The glow spreads, softening the hard edges of everything.
Chaewon stares at the candles for a second in disbelief. Then she snatches the matchbox back and lights the third candle herself.
The flame… wobbles.
Something slams into the shutter again. The sound ripples through the metal, through the glass, through your chest.
You and Chaewon both look toward the front.
“She’ll be fine,” you say.
You’re not sure if you’re trying to convince her or yourself.
“Don’t say that,” Chaewon answers. “You can’t know for sure.”
You study her profile in the candlelight. She looks composed from far away. Up close, you can see the giveaway details—how her throat moves when she swallows, how her shoulders are a little too square.
The storm howls. The pipes in the back gurgle once, loudly.
Chaewon closes the drawer with more force than necessary. “Back door,” she says. “If she can’t get in from outside, we should at least know if it opens from in here.”
She scoops up one candle, grabs the duct-tape flashlight, and heads for the back hallway.
“Have you never watched a horror movie? Why would you try to open the back door?” you ask.
She doesn’t look back. “Someone has to.”
You follow, because apparently that someone is not going to be her by herself.
The hallway to the stockroom is narrower in the emergency light, walls yellowed, floor scuffed. The candle flame throws shadows up and down like moving fingers. The metal door to the alley sits at the end, painted the same beige as the walls, long handle vertical, bolt at the top.
Chaewon sets the candle on a nearby crate, puts both hands on the bar, and pulls.
Nothing.
She puts her weight into it. The handle doesn’t move, the bolt doesn’t budge. The door rattles, frame vibrating.
“Come on,” she says through her teeth. “Move.”
She braces one foot against the bottom edge and hauls backward. The muscles in her arms tense under her sweater. Her hair shifts against the clip.
The handle gives a millimeter with a metallic creak and then catches.
“That’s not good,” you say.
“I know,” she says. Her voice has a frayed edge now.
“Chaewon—”
“I said I know,” she snaps.
She tries again. The door stays stubborn.
You reach past her and jiggle the handle, just to feel it yourself. You feel ice in the mechanism, solid and unbothered by her pulls.
“Pretty sure it’s frozen,” you say.
“I can see that,” she says.
“You’re going to dislocate your shoulder,” you say.
“I’m fine.”
She sucks in a breath and goes for it again. The bar barely twitches. The sound it makes is worse than the earlier rattle, like a warning.
“Okay,” you say, and catch her wrist.
Your hand closes around her. Her pulse is fast under your fingers. Her skin is cold enough that you feel the contrast.
She goes still.
“Let go,” she says quietly.
“If I let go, you’re just going to pull at the door again,” you say. “And then we’ll have a stuck door and a dislocated shoulder.”
“That’s my decision to make,” she says.
“Ms. Lim will murder me if I let you hurt yourself in her store,” you say. “On the list of ways to lose a job, that’s probably top three.”
Chaewon stares at you, eyes dark and furious and bright all at once.
“Let go,” she says again.
You do.
Not because she tells you to, but because you feel the way your grip tightens without meaning to, and suddenly you’re very aware of where your hand is and how small her wrist feels in it.
She pulls away like your touch burned. Her shoulders go back up, armor snapping into place.
“Fine,” she says. “Then we wait.”
You both stand there listening to the storm slam itself against the alley side of the building. Somewhere above you a piece of metal groans. The heaters are still dead. You can feel the air cooling with every minute.
“Great,” you say. “Perfect night.”
“We have an emergency kit,” she says briskly, turning toward the stockroom. “Ms. Lim is paranoid.”
You follow her through the door.
Chaewon walks straight to a cabinet and opens the bottom doors like she’s done this before. Inside: a red first-aid kit, a camping stove, a small kettle, two instant ramen cups, a big bag of pretzels, three chocolate bars, and a box of tea bags.
You blink. “We keep a whole apocalypse kit back here?”
“Emergency box,” she says. “And clearly a useful one.” She pulls the stove out, then hands you one of the ramen cups without looking. “Did you eat already?”
“Totally,” you say automatically.
Your stomach chooses that second to make a noise that sounds like a dying animal.
Chaewon’s head turns slowly.
“Oh my god,” she says. “A granola bar is not dinner.”
You make a face. “You don’t know my life.”
Her eyebrows go up. “You literally told everyone last week that your oven is ‘for storage.’”
“That was a joke,” you say.
“It sure doesn’t look like it,” she says.
“It was… half a joke,” you admit.
Chaewon just stares at you for a second, candlelight catching in her eyes. Something in her expression shifts, like something clicks into place that she doesn’t like.
She fills the kettle from a big water jug, sets it on the camping stove, and lights the burner with the matches. The little blue flame catches with a soft whoosh.
You watch her hands. They’re steadier with a task. Her shoulders drop a fraction.
“You’re really prepared for armageddon,” you say.
“We have the kit thanks to Ms. Lim. But yes, I’m always prepared,” she answers.
You sit down on an unopened box and peel back the lid on the ramen cup. Your fingers feel clumsy.
“You’re always like this,” you say.
She doesn’t look up. “Like what?”
“Like… I don’t know,” you say. “Always with a plan. Always on high alert.” You wave vaguely at the organized chaos.
“That’s called being responsible,” she says.
“That’s called being uptight,” you say.
The corner of her mouth twitches, just a little.
Steam starts to gather at the spout of the kettle. The stockroom grows warmer by a few degrees. The shelves throw softer shadows now, the candlelight and blue flame working together.
Chaewon pours the water into your ramen, then into her own cup. She chooses tea instead of a second ramen.
You eat sitting on the box, blowing on noodles that are too hot, salty broth soaking the cardboard smell. It tastes better you thought it would.
Chaewon leans against a stack of shipping boxes, ankles crossed, hands around her mug. Her cheeks are pinker now, probably from the heat.
You take a breath, steadying yourself before you speak.
“Why do you hate me?” you ask.
Chaewon chokes on her tea.
“I don’t,” she says quickly.
You raise your eyebrows.
She glares at you. “I don’t hate you,” she says. “I hate the way you… are.”
“Gee thanks,” you say. “That’s a lot better.”
“You’re just so…” She waves her hand in a circle, searching for the right word. “Careless.”
“I’ll have you know, I shelve the books diligently,” you say.
“Only when someone’s watching,” she shoots back.
“You’re watching all the time,” you say.
Chaewon’s lips press into a line. She looks down into her mug. “Not… all the time.”
“Enough to hear about my oven,” you say.
“You weren’t exactly quiet,” she mutters.
You slurp ramen to buy yourself a second.
When you talk again, your voice comes out quieter. “You killed me in the workshop last month.”
She blinks. “What?”
You poke at the noodles. “The story I turned in. About the kid working at the movie theater. You tore it apart.”
“It needed work,” she says, but her tone is less sharp, like she’s not as sure as she wants to sound.
“You said the third person felt like a dodge,” you remind her. “That it sounded like I couldn’t say ‘I’ and mean it.”
“That was… accurate,” she says. Then she inhales, like she’s about to launch into the full critique. “You write like you’re apologizing for taking up space. It’s frustrating.”
“It’s my story,” you say.
“And that makes it even more depressing,” she says.
You look up at her. “You could have just said ‘I didn’t like it,’ you know.”
“I did like it,” she says quietly.
You stare.
She swallows. “That’s the problem,” she says. “I liked it, and you were still… holding back. And it made me irritated. With you. Not the story.”
You sit there with the cheap ramen smell and the cheap emergency candle and the expensive feeling of having your insides laid out in the stockroom.
“So you shredded me,” you say.
“That’s how I show respect,” she says.
“That’s insane,” you say.
Her mouth twitches. “Do you want me to lie?”
“Then why do you always look like you’d rather eat a hardback than talk to me?” you ask.
Chaewon watches the candle flame for a full three seconds before answering.
“You’re not easy to talk to. You’re… popular,” she says.
You actually laugh at that, a rough sound that surprises both of you. “No, I’m not.”
“You are,” she insists. “In class. People talk to you.”
“They talk to me because they want my help with their work,” you say.
“They laugh at your jokes,” she says.
“I wonder why,” you say, snorting.
Her fingers tighten around the mug. “Because they’re funny,” she says. “Because you’re funny. They like you, even when you don’t try.”
You stare at her.
“You think I don’t try,” you say.
“I think,” she says carefully, “you’re at least pretending not to.”
You set the ramen cup down on the floor before your hands can crush it.
“You have no idea how much I’m trying,” you say.
She looks up. Candlelight catches the worry in her eyes before she can smooth it out.
“Then say it,” she says. “Instead of joking.”
You inhale too fast. The air down here feels heavier.
“My dad called yesterday,” you say. “During your shift. I was in the back.”
Her posture changes, just a little. “Okay,” she says. It’s almost gentle.
“He wanted to know if I could send home money this month,” you say. “From my ‘little campus job.’” You add air quotes with one hand. “Financial aid covers tuition, not… family problems. So I said I’d try. Which means I need all my shifts and maybe more, and I need Ms. Lim not to think I’m useless, and I need you not to think I’m useless either, because you’re…” You trail off, realizing how much you’ve said.
“I don’t think you’re useless,” she says.
You give a short, disbelieving laugh. “You call me lazy twice a week.”
“Lazy doesn’t mean useless,” she says, frowning. “Lazy means… misdirected potential.”
You blink. “That is the worst compliment I’ve ever received.”
“It’s still a compliment,” she counters.
Silence hangs between you for a moment. The kettle has stopped hissing. The storm hums outside like white noise with teeth.
You watch her fingers around the mug. They’re slender, knuckles showing faintly. There’s a nick on her thumb, a thin line of healed skin.
“Then…” you started. “Do you hate yourself?”
Chaewon stiffens. “What?”
You hear the word come out of your mouth again in your head and wince. “I mean,” you say, scrambling, “you talk about people holding back and being pathetic and all that. I was just wondering if you’re…” You circle your hand in the air. “Equally mean to yourself.”
“That’s not what you asked,” she says.
“I panicked,” you say. “Consider it a rough draft.”
She exhales through her nose, a tiny, annoyed sound. “I don’t hate myself,” she says finally.
You arch an eyebrow.
“I don’t.” Her fingers tighten around the mug. “I hate that I have to… stay ahead of everything all the time. I hate that if I stop, everything feels like it’ll collapse.”
“You mean the bookstore?” you ask.
“The bookstore, my GPA, my mother’s blood pressure… take your pick,” she says.
You watch the way her mouth twists on “mother.” It’s quick, but it’s there.
“Was that who that notification was?” you ask.
Chaewon blinks. “What notification?”
“Earlier,” you say. “You checked your phone. You went all—” You imitate her tight shoulders. “—like you’d been plunged into a cold shower.”
She hesitates, then pulls her phone out of her apron pocket. The screen lights her face from below, makes the dark circles under her eyes look darker.
She holds it where you can’t see the screen. Her thumb moves. Her jaw clenches once.
“‘Don’t be stupid about the storm. This job is not worth getting hurt. You have more important things to think about than this part-time nonsense.’” She says it flat, but you can hear the invisible italics.
You feel your own jaw tighten in sympathy. “Wow,” you say. “Merry Christmas to you.”
“She worries,” Chaewon says quickly, like she has to defend it. “She just… thinks this is temporary.”
“This,” you repeat. “You mean the job?”
“She doesn’t just mean the job,” she says dryly. “She means everything. Workshops, open mics, having fun.” Her eyes flick to your apron, then her own. “This is… beneath what she thinks I can do.”
“What do you think?” you ask.
She stares at the steam curling out of her mug. “Some days I agree with her,” she says. “But some days this is the only place that makes sense.”
The kettle ticks as it cools. The storm drums on the far wall, insistent.
You look down at your empty cup. “We’re a mess,” you say.
“We’re college students trapped in a blizzard,” she says. “Mess is implied.”
You watch her for a moment. The tiny emergency candle has burned down a little, wax spilling over the side. The air smells like cheap vanilla and ramen.
Your phone buzzes on the crate next to you, vibrating against the wood.
You both jolt.
You snatch it up. There’s a new text in the group chat Ms. Lim insists on having. The message explains how the roads are closed and how she will come back tomorrow.
You show the screen to Chaewon.
She reads, exhales slowly, and leans her head back against the boxes. For a second, a real, honest second, she lets everything drop. Her shoulders, her jaw, her face.
“We’re stuck here all night,” she says.
“Sleepover,” you say weakly.
She gives you a look. “We are not eight.”
“Speak for yourself,” you say. “I fully plan on building a pillow fort.”
“The pillows are decorative,” she says.
“So we’ll die pretty,” you say.
She almost smiles, then catches herself. “We should get the heater,” she says instead. “And the blankets.”
You stand, joints popping after sitting on the box for too long. “Yes, captain.”
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it.
You help her carry the space heater from Ms. Lim’s office—a squat, beige thing that looks like it’s seen at least three decades of undergrad winters. Chaewon plugs it into the outlet behind the counter and flips the switch. It hums hopefully, then warms with a faint metallic smell. Somehow there was still some electricity.
You dig out the blankets from under the counter. One is a navy fleece branded with the bookstore logo. The other is a red-and-green plaid that looks like it’s been through a few family living rooms.
You shake them out. Dust floats in the candlelight.
“You take the fleece,” you say. “I’ll take the… holiday picnic.”
“Don’t be stupid,” she says. “We’ll share both.”
“You hate sharing,” you remind her.
“I do,” she says. “But this is an emergency.”
You snort and let her take over blanket logistics. She does it like she does everything else—efficient, precise. The navy fleece goes over the couch in the reading nook. The plaid gets folded on the arm of the armchair nearby. She takes one of the candles and the flashlight over, setting the candle on the low table, the flashlight beside it.
The store looks smaller in the half-light. The kids’ corner rug, the crooked tree, the tables—everything’s part of the same dim room now, not separate sections.
Your breath fogs faintly in front of your lips if you exhale hard enough.
You wrap your scarf tighter around your neck. It’s a dark knit you snagged on clearance last year. You forget you’re still wearing it until the wool scratches your chin.
Chaewon glances over, eyes catching on the scarf. You can see her calculating.
Without warning, she steps up close—closer than she’s been all evening outside the narrow back hallway. Close enough that you can see the tiny mole near her left ear.
“What are you—” you start, but she’s already reaching.
She loops her fingers under the scarf and tugs.
“Hey—”
“Relax,” she says. “You’re terrible at knots.”
You stand there stupidly while she unwraps it, the sudden rush of cold at your throat making you swallow. She smells like cheap tea, candle smoke, and whatever perfume she always wears that you’ve never been able to name.
She shakes the scarf out once and then, instead of putting it on you, throws it back around both your necks, looping it so one end falls on your chest, the other on hers.
You blink down at the wool where it stretches between you.
“This seems counterproductive,” you say. “Now we’re both half cold.”
“We’re sharing body heat,” she says, like it’s obvious. “Basic physics.”
Her face is inches from yours now, the scarf setting a fixed distance that suddenly feels very small. You can’t back up without dragging her with you. You’re not sure you’d want to.
You’re both quiet for a beat.
“You’re weird,” you say.
“You’re wearing a hoodie with holes in it,” she counters.
You want to say something sharp back, but your brain has decided to focus all its energy into not looking at her mouth.
She clears her throat. “We should stay in here,” she says, nodding at the reading nook. “Closer to the heater.”
“And the books,” you say.
“And the books,” she concedes.
You sink onto the couch. The cushion dips under your weight, springs protesting softly. Chaewon hesitates for half a second, then sits too, the scarf pulling her down next to you.
You could have sat with space between you. The couch is big enough for that. She doesn’t. She sits close enough that your thighs brush, just barely, denim on denim.
The fleece blanket is right there, so you grab one end and toss it over both your laps. It settles warm and heavy. Your legs stop shivering.
You can feel her through three layers of fabric and it still feels like too much.
For a while, you just sit there.
The heater hums. The storm beats its fists against the walls. The emergency lights cast their sickly yellow, but the little candle on the table adds soft orange where it can. The store smells like wax and dust and paper and the kind of quiet you only get when the whole world is stuck.
“You know,” you say eventually, staring at the opposite shelf, “this is the part in a romcom where they’d find the old record player and dance in the dark.”
“We don’t own a record player,” Chaewon says.
“Metaphorically,” you say.
“We don’t own a metaphorical record player either,” she says. “We own a Bluetooth speaker that dies every two hours.”
“Wow,” you say. “Ruining all my quips.”
“You’re welcome,” she says.
You shift under the blanket, trying to discreetly move your leg so your knee doesn’t bump hers every time you breathe. You fail.
Her phone buzzes again. She glances down.
Your eyes catch the screen before she can tilt it away.
MOM: Send me your CV again. I want to show it to a friend. You can’t waste your time there forever. The storm is not an excuse. Think about me.
Chaewon flips the phone face-down so fast she almost hits her own mug.
You pretend you didn’t see, but your hands clench under the blanket.
“I hate her,” you say before you can stop yourself.
Chaewon looks over sharply.
“She doesn’t even ask if you’re okay,” you say. “What kind of mother is that?”
“She’s like that with everything,” Chaewon says stiffly. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine,” you say.
Her mouth sets. “If I wanted therapy, I’d pay someone.”
“Yeah, except we’re two overcaffeinated lit majors in a blackout,” you say. “This is the free trial.”
She snorts despite herself. “You think you’re funny.”
“I know I’m funny,” you say. “Less sure about functional.”
She hums at that, low in her throat.
The scarf scratches your jaw every time you talk. Every time she shifts, it tugs at you.
“Why do you keep doing that?” you ask.
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like I’m committing a crime every time I breathe,” you say.
Her lips straighten. “I told you,” she says. “You’re… frustrating.”
“Because I won’t read at open mic,” you say.
“Because you won’t do anything at open mic,” she says. “You hide behind… half-finished drafts and self-effacing jokes.”
“You hide behind being mean,” you counter.
“I’m not mean,” she says, offended.
“You told Jenny her protagonist had ‘the emotional range of a potato,’” you add.
“She thanked me for that comment,” Chaewon says. “She even added a scene because of it.”
You throw your head back against the couch, staring up at the dim ceiling. “You know there are ways to help others that don’t involve psychological warfare, right?”
“Not in my family,” she mutters.
You let the words hang for a beat.
“Okay,” you say quietly. “Then consider this… outside your family.”
She glances over.
“I don’t think you’re… temporary,” you say, stumbling a little over the word. “Not here. Not at the bookstore. Not… for me.” You swallow. “I work harder when you’re around. Like, at everything. Because you’ll notice if I half-ass it. And I don’t want you to think I’m—”
“A coward?” she supplies.
“Yeah,” you say. “That.”
She stares at you for a moment, really looks, like she’s trying to see through whatever you’re hiding behind.
Her eyes soften at the edges. “I don’t actually think you’re a coward. And I… I don’t want to be mean. I just didn’t know how to… stop,” she says. “So I just kept doing it. It’s easier than…” Her gaze drops to your mouth for a fraction of a second, then darts away. “Other things.”
Your skin goes hot under your hoodie. “Like… what?” you ask, your voice a little rough.
She takes a slow breath. Sets her mug down carefully on the table. Her hand stays there, fingers splayed near the candle, like she needs something to anchor her.
“Like admitting I like you,” she says.
The words felt like stepping into the ocean. Cold at first, then all warmth.
You blink. Your heart does a weird, useless leap. Your brain offers nothing.
“That’s not… funny,” you say, because nothing else came to mind.
“I’m not joking,” she says, and she’s looking you straight in the eyes now. No flinch. No smirk. Just the raw, awful honesty she usually reserves for other people’s work.
You swallow. “You have a terrible way of showing it.”
“I know,” she says. “Believe me, I know.”
You stare at her for a moment, feeling like the floor’s moved an inch to the left and you’re trying to adjust.
“Today. You yelled at me about the book covers,” you say.
She huffs a small almost-laugh. “That was foreplay,” she says.
Your brain short-circuits. “Okay, wow,” you say. “We’re just—leaping there.”
Her cheeks flare red. “I didn’t mean— I just—” She groans, burying her face briefly in her hands. “I knew this would sound better in my head.”
“It actually sounded perfect,” you say, before you can stop yourself.
She peeks at you through her fingers. “You’re making fun of me.”
“I’m really not,” you say.
You shift, and the scarf pulls at both your necks, drawing you closer. You can feel the heat of her breath now.
“Say you don’t like me back,” she says quietly. “And we can forget this. Blame it on the cold.”
You let out a shaky breath that fogs in the thin cold between you.
“I would,” you say. “But I’m not that good a liar.”
Something like relief and terror flashes across her face at once.
“You’re not going to make me say it again,” she mutters.
“I think you’ve said plenty,” you say. “It’s my turn.”
Her eyes snap back to yours.
“I like you,” you say. The words feel weird and big in your mouth, like you’re twelve again and confessing in some hallway. “Obviously. I wouldn’t spend this much time arguing about shelving with you if I didn’t.”
Her lips tremble at the corner, like she’s fighting a smile and a panic attack at the same time.
“Just… so we’re clear,” she says, because of course she wants clarity even now. “You don’t mean ‘like’ as in ‘we’re friends.’”
“Do friends argue about book covers?” you ask.
“I think so,” she says, puzzled.
You huff out a breath that’s closer to a laugh. “Then no,” you say. “Not like that.”
Silence stretches out between you, but it’s different now. Thicker. Charged.
You can hear your own heartbeat in your ears. The storm outside, the heater, the little candle—all of it fades to a dull hum.
“Okay,” she says faintly.
“Okay,” you echo.
The scarf between you feels suddenly less like an accident and more like a decision.
“Chaewon,” you say, and her name feels different now too.
“Yeah,” she says. Her voice is a little breathless.
“Can I…?” You lift your hand halfway, toward her cheek, then stop yourself. Old habits, always leaving the out.
She watches your hand, then your face.
“Don’t be a coward,” she says.
You let yourself touch her, then. Your fingers skim along her jaw, cool skin under your thumb. She sucks in a breath, eyes fluttering for a second.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” you say, because you need to.
She huffs out a shaky laugh. “You’re seriously giving yourself an out?” she asks.
“Wouldn’t you?” you ask.
She leans in that last inch, closing the space, the wool of the scarf scratching your chin as it tightens.
“Not when I’m sure,” she says.
Her mouth finds yours.
It’s soft at first, almost clumsy. Her lips are colder than you expected, warmed quickly by the press of yours. For a second, you forget how to breathe entirely.
Then your body catches up.
You kiss her back.
Her hand comes up to your chest, fingers curling in the fabric of your hoodie like she needs something to hold onto. You can feel her heart racing under the layers between you. Yours is doing something equally stupid, hammering against your ribs like it wants to make sure she hears it.
When she pulls back after a few seconds, her eyes are wide, pupils blown, breath coming a little too fast.
“Okay,” she says again, dazed now.
“That was—” you start.
“Don’t make a joke,” she warns, still breathless.
“—very efficient use of shared body heat,” you finish, because you can’t help yourself.
She smacks your chest lightly with the back of her hand. “Dumbass.”
“You like me,” you remind her.
“Unfortunately,” she mutters.
Her hand is still on your chest. You can feel the press of her palm through fabric.
You look at her, really look. At the slightly crooked clip in her hair. At the flush on her cheeks that has nothing to do with the heater. At the way her eyes keep darting back to your mouth, like she’s memorizing it.
“Is this okay?” you ask, nodding to where your fingers are still against her jaw.
She nods once, small and sharp.
You let your thumb move, stroking down along the line of her cheek to the corner of her mouth. Her lips part on a small inhale.
“Good,” you murmur, and lean in again.
This time, the kiss clicks.
It’s deeper, surer, all the sharp edges between you melting into something hot and final. She tilts her head, mouth opening under yours, and you follow her lead like it’s the easiest thing you’ve done. Your hand slides from her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers dipping into the hair at her nape. She shivers.
Her fingers bunch harder in your hoodie, pulling you closer. The scarf tightens, dragging you together until your noses bump. You both laugh into each other’s mouths, brief and breathless, and then she’s kissing you again, like she’s making up for all the time she spent pretending she couldn’t stand you.
The blanket slips, sliding off one of your knees. The cold air nips at your shin. You don’t care.
Her hand leaves your chest, hesitates in the space between you for a second, then lands at your hip, fingers curling into the denim. Your pulse jumps so hard you can feel it in your ears.
You break the kiss long enough to press your forehead to hers. Your breaths mix in the narrow gap.
“We should—” you start.
“Not stop,” she says quickly, and then flushes. “Unless you want to. Do you—?” The confidence she had a second ago frays at the edges.
This time it’s her giving herself the out. You could tease her. You don’t.
“No,” you say, chest tight. “I don’t want to stop.”
Something in her shoulders unclenches so visibly you almost see it.
“Okay,” she whispers.
Chaewon smiles, eyes scanning yours, just to see if anything changes. It does. Her fingers move—slow, deliberate—into your pants, over your pelvis, toward your cock. She stops at the base of your shaft, giving it a couple tight squeezes like the way you harden at her touch turns her on.
Your pulse snaps awake like it had somewhere to be.
She tilts her head, smiles, and gives you the hungriest look a woman can give. She licks her lips. Hungry. Anticipatory.
It’s obvious she is having fun playing this game, a game that feels like hell for you. Your cock grows harder and harder, straining against the tight fabric of your pants, begging to be let out. Your hips jerk forward as your mouth strains.
She notices you wincing and leans in, lowering her face until it hovers an inch above your jeans. Her breath fogs into the denim.
“I’ll take them off.”
Not a question.
With slow, deliberate tugs, she slides your pants down until you’re exposed. Her head is dangerously close to your cock. As you spring free from under the pants, your cock slaps Chaewon over the nose.
“Ow…” she grunts, but wraps her small hands around your hard cock, smiling.
Fuck. Cold.
“Chae—”
“Shh,” she whispers, fingers tightening on your cock. “I’ll warm you up.”
And then she kisses you. Not gently. Not hesitantly. Like she is hungry and you are the only thing on the menu.
Her mouth claims yours, fierce and all-consuming, her fingers tangling into your head before you can think straight. You kiss her back, your hands grip her hips, drawing her into your lap, trying not to sink into the water too fast. But you are already drowning.
She pulls back just enough to break the kiss, lips brushing yours as she gasps. “God… that should’ve happened ages ago, don’t you think?”
But you can barely think, let alone speak.
“Your mouth tastes pretty good,” she whispers, rolling her hips over yours. An electric jolt surges through both your heads. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go a day without it now.”
“You won’t have to.”
She bites her lip, only just. Almost like she doesn’t want you to see it. “Well, well. Aren’t I a lucky girl?”
Then her mouth finds your neck—soft at first, then teeth. A promise. She giggles and hums into your skin as her hand trails back to your cock, stroking from base to tip with deliberate care. She knows exactly how much pressure to apply to make your toes curl.
You pull her tighter, lips at her jaw, tasting that smile she wears ever since the confession. Her nails dig deep into your shoulder. Her hips roll again, a sound you don’t recognize escaping your mouth.
Her teeth bare deeper into your neck, sucking and licking along the hollow just below your ear.
“Hey,” she whispers into your ear, hand pumping your cock like she has all the time in the world, “Want me to suck your dick?”
As soon as the word leave her mouth, a flush creeps up her neck and settles into her cheeks.
But she doesn’t backpedal. She just holds your gaze, lips parted slightly, hand still wrapped around your cock like it’s hers to offer something to.
Your body answers before your mouth does. Cock twitching in her grip, hips tilting upward like they’re desperate for her to mean it. Her fingers squeeze reflexively, and she feels it. Sees it. That twitch. That involuntary need.
That’s all the confirmation she needs.
She lets out a soft breath—half nerves, half relief—and then starts to move. Not fast. Not showy. Just a quiet, careful shift down between your legs. She kneels like she’s sliding into something sacred, her hands never leaving your skin.
Her eyes stay on you, watching every micro-expression flicker across your face as she leans in closer, lowering her head until you feel her breath again; warm, shallow, hovering just above the head of your cock.
You’re shaking.
Not visibly, probably, but underneath. In your breath. In the way your stomach tightens, in the way your hand curls into the cushion beside you like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.
She watches that too.
Then—still watching—she presses her lips to you. Just the tip.
Soft. Warm. Closed-mouth. A kiss.
You groan, quiet, like the sound snuck out before you could decide if it was safe to let it out.
Her lashes flutter.
Another kiss, lower this time. Then she parts her lips, and her tongue flicks out—one slow, purposeful lick along the underside of your shaft. Her fingers tighten at the base, holding you still like she’s tasting you on her terms.
You choke on a breath. Your hips jump just a little, and she hums in response, the sound vibrating into your skin like a promise.
She’s enjoying this.
Not just the effect she has on you, but this. The feel of you. The taste. The power of it.
Her lips part wider, and then her mouth starts to take you in—inch by inch, slow and wet and unbearably controlled. Her tongue cradles you underneath while her lips slide down, fitting tight and perfect around your cock like she wants to feel every reaction drag out of you one movement at a time.
You drop your head back against the couch, jaw clenching, trying not to move too much, trying not to fuck up the rhythm she’s building—because it’s insane, how good she is at this. Not porn-star flashy. Not trying to impress. Just methodical. Measured. Maddening.
Her hand strokes the rest of your shaft in sync with her mouth, slow and twisting, and the whole thing is so hot and so focused that it makes your vision go blurry at the edges.
When she pulls back, it’s not to stop.
It’s just to breathe. To look up at you, spit-slick and flushed.
Her voice is husky. “You okay?”
You let out a breath that might be a laugh or a cry. “No,” you say. “Keep going.”
She leans in again, and this time she takes more. Her jaw loosens. Her throat opens. Your cock slides deeper into her mouth and your whole body tenses like she’s touching a live wire. Her nails dig lightly into your thigh as she finds a rhythm—slow, tight, relentless—and holy fuck, she doesn’t even blink when your hand tangles in her hair, not pulling, just holding on.
She likes it.
You can tell by the little moan she lets slip when you groan her name.
“Chaewon…”
Her pace stays controlled, but you can feel it building now. The tension. The heat. The sheer weight of the moment pressing down on both of you like you’re past the point of pretending this is anything casual. This is happening, and she’s savoring it.
She pulls off with a slick gasp, stroking you lazily while she catches her breath. Her lips are swollen, flushed, parted like she wants to say something but isn’t sure if she should.
You look down at her—ruined—and she smiles like she’s not even close to finished.
“I want you inside me,” she says quietly, thumb dragging up the length of your cock in one slow glide.
Then she leans in again, tongue flicking over the head like punctuation.
“But not until I’ve had my fill.”
She takes you back into her mouth.
Not rushing. Not trying to finish you off. Just settling into it. Lips warm and firm, tongue slow and intentional, like she’s learning the exact shape of you and committing it to memory. Her hand keeps a steady rhythm at your base, grip confident, thumb brushing the sensitive skin there every time she comes back up.
You’re already on edge. Every nerve feels tuned too high.
She hums softly again, pleased with the way your thighs tense, the way your breath breaks. The sound vibrates through you and you swear you feel it in your chest. Your fingers tighten in her hair—not pulling, never pulling—but she still tilts her head slightly, accommodating you, letting you sink a little deeper into the heat of her mouth.
“Fuck,” you whisper, helpless. “Chae…”
She pulls back just enough to breathe, lips dragging slowly along your length as she does. A thin string of saliva stretches, then breaks. Her eyes meet yours immediately.
“You’re shaking,” she murmurs, almost fond. “You want me to slow down… or make it worse?”
Your answer is a wrecked sound that barely qualifies as a word.
She smiles and does both.
Her pace slows, but the pressure increases. Mouth tighter, tongue more deliberate, her hand twisting just enough to make you gasp. She takes her time, edging you without mercy, letting you hover there until there is no more air in your lungs.
You feel it building. Too fast.
“Chaewon,” you warn, breath hitching. “I’m—”
She pulls off immediately, palm firm at your base, stopping you right there. You whine—actually whine—and she looks a little stunned by it, like she didn’t expect that sound to come out of you.
Her cheeks color again, deeper this time.
“Not yet,” she says softly. “I told you. I want you inside me.”
She rises smoothly to her feet, hands still on you, still stroking just enough to keep you aching. She kisses you again—slow, open-mouthed, tasting herself on your lips like she’s claiming something. You groan into her mouth, hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer, desperate for friction.
She shifts, straddling you again, and you feel it immediately; the heat between her thighs, the way she rolls her hips once, experimentally, grinding down against you. You both inhale sharply.
“Oh,” she breathes, forehead dropping to yours. “This could be… dangerous.”
You laugh weakly. “You’re the one doing it.”
“I know. And I’m not going to stop,” she says, and kisses you again, harder this time.
Her hands move with purpose now, tugging at your hoodie, then her own sweater. Fabric piles up around your wrists, your shoulders, the couch. Skin meets skin. She’s warm everywhere. Perfect. She gasps when your hands slide under her shirt, when your thumbs brush under her bra, when you finally cup her breasts like you’ve been imagining all night.
“Is this okay?” you ask again, because you always will.
“Yes,” she breathes immediately. “God, yes.”
She kisses you like she’s done waiting. Like all that tension—the arguing, the watching, the almosts—has finally snapped. Her hips rock again, more insistent, and you can feel how wet she is through the layers between you.
You groan into her neck. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”
“Fuck—” she says, breathless. “Then we’ll fix that.”
She reaches between you, fumbling just a little this time—nerves finally catching up. She lines you up, pauses for half a second with her eyes squeezed shut like she’s bracing herself.
You grip her hips. “Chaewon—”
She exhales and sinks down onto you.
Slow. Careful. Full.
Both of you freeze the second you’re fully together, the sensation stealing the air from your lungs. She gasps, hands clutching your shoulders, nails biting in as she adjusts, as the stretch gives way to something hot and overwhelming.
“Oh,” she breathes again, wrecked now. “Oh my god.”
You swallow hard, trying not to move until she nods, until she’s ready. Her forehead rests against yours, breaths shallow, eyes fluttering closed.
Then she rolls her hips.
You groan—low, helpless—as she starts to move, slow and deep, like she’s savoring every inch of you. Her rhythm is unhurried, controlled, and it’s somehow even more devastating than before. You hold her like you’re afraid she’ll disappear, thumbs digging into her waist as she rides you, breath hitching with every movement.
Chaewon starts slow, but it doesn’t last.
Not because she loses control. She never does. But because once she adjusts to the feel of you, once the sharp edge of stretch softens into something deeper, something hotter, she moves with intention.
Not rhythm for rhythm’s sake. Not showy. Strategic.
She rides you like she’s trying to memorize how you fit together, like she’s spent months imagining this and now she’s reaping her reward—grinding her hips down in slow, devastating rolls that make your vision white out at the edges. Her palms press into your shoulders for leverage, her thighs tense around yours. Her breath stutters every time your cock hits deep, and still—still—she doesn’t break rhythm.
You’re the one unraveling.
“Jesus,” you gasp, hands digging into her waist. “You’re…”
“Say it,” she pants, lips hovering a breath above yours. Her voice is wrecked, low, demanding.
You try to form a thought. Can’t.
“Fucking perfect,” you groan.
Her laugh is broken and delighted, swallowed by a kiss; sloppy now, open-mouthed and teeth-clicking. Your tongues tangle. She swallows the sound you make when she sinks down hard enough to make your cock throb against her walls.
The wet slick of her, the tight grip, the warmth—you’re dying. You’ve never wanted anything this badly. Never felt someone want you back with this much heat.
She buries her face in your neck, teeth grazing the skin beneath your ear again. “You feel so fucking good,” she whispers. “So big. So perfect. Like you were made to be inside me.”
You groan. Loud, desperate, hips jerking up into her before you can stop yourself.
Chaewon moans.
You feel it in your chest. In your cock. In your spine.
She clenches around you, just once, involuntary. Her rhythm breaks for a second.
You realize—she’s close too.
You grip her tighter, planting your feet, thrusting up to meet her with sharp, hungry precision now. She gasps, rocks back, eyes wide and stunned. The change hits her hard.
“Yes—” she chokes out. “Right there, fuck, there—”
You give her everything. Harder. Deeper. Your cock driving up into her just the way she wants it, your fingers gripping her hips to control the rhythm as her legs begin to tremble around you.
“Chae,” you gasp, breath ragged. “You’re gonna—”
“I know,” she moans, hands sliding to your chest, bracing herself. Her pace turns erratic. She’s chasing it now, so close she can taste it. “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—”
“I’m not,” you grit out, thrusting up again, hitting the spot that makes her collapse forward into your shoulder with a strangled, broken cry.
That’s the moment she falls apart.
Her body tenses—tight, tighter—then shudders in your arms as her orgasm rips through her. She’s gasping, hips jerking, moaning something you don’t understand against your skin like a confession she can’t hold back anymore.
She clenches around you, pulsing wet heat dragging you to the edge right with her.
You hold her through it, hips still rolling, cock still buried deep until you can’t take it anymore.
“Chaewon—” you warn.
She pulls back, meets your eyes, and nods. Wild-eyed, sweaty, flushed, and beautiful.
“Come,” she says. “I want to feel you.”
That’s it.
You snap.
Your whole body locks up—hands gripping her waist, cock pulsing deep inside her as you bury yourself one last time and come hard. The heat of it floods both of you. You groan through gritted teeth, breath gone, every nerve lit up, every thought reduced to her and the way she feels and the way she takes it, riding you through it until you’re gasping and empty and wrecked.
You don’t even realize how hard you’re holding her until she falls on your chest.
Breathing hard. Shaking a little. Still twitching every time your hips shift.
You both stay there, tangled in each other, wrapped in shared heat and sweat and whatever the hell just passed between you.
You kiss her shoulder. She hums. Her fingers curl around your arms like she’s afraid you’ll float away if she lets go.
“You okay?” you whisper, throat rough.
She lifts her head slowly. Hair a mess. Eyes glassy. She nods.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “Just… can’t feel my legs.”
You snort. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”
Her lips twitch. She smacks your chest lightly, but doesn’t move away. “You’re lucky I like you.”
“Didn’t sound like luck a minute ago,” you murmur.
She groans into your neck, then laughs.
You let the silence settle. Outside, the storm howls, distant again. Somewhere behind the counter, the emergency candle’s burned low.
You’re warm now.
Warm, full, utterly spent, and holding Chaewon in your lap like you never want to be anywhere else.
“I still hate how you shelve books,” she says sleepily.
“Yeah?” you murmur. “I hate how you compliment others like you’re insulting them.”
Chaewon sat cross-legged on the floor of y/n's apartment, her eyes scanning the neatly organized bookshelf in the corner of the room. She was a small, slender girl with a quiet demeanor that often made people underestimate her sharp mind and fiery spirit. Her shirt hugged her modest chest, hinting at the curves that lay beneath, and her jeans were snug enough to accentuate her toned legs. She had a penchant for simple yet stylish outfits that made her look both comfortable and alluring.
"So, what do you feel like doing today?" y/n called out from the kitchen, their voice muffled by the clinking of glasses and the hum of the fridge.
Without taking her gaze off the book spines, Chaewon replied, "How about a card game?" She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye that suggested she had more than just a friendly competition in mind.
y/n poked their head out of the kitchen, a beer in one hand and a pack of cards in the other. "Uno, then?"
"But with a twist," Chaewon said, her smile widening. "Every time someone loses a round, they have to take off a piece of clothing."
y/n's eyebrows shot up. "Strip Uno? That's a bit risky, don't you think?" They took a swig of their beer, watching Chaewon's reaction with amusement.
"Not if you're good at bluffing," she quipped, her tone light and teasing. She knew y/n had a penchant for daring games and was eager to see if they'd take the bait.
Setting the beer down on the coffee table, y/n shuffled the cards with a grin. "Alright, you're on. But only if we make it interesting." They paused for a moment, a glint of excitement in their eyes. "How about this: for each round win, you can put one piece of your clothing back on"
Chaewon felt a thrill run through her body at the proposal. She nodded eagerly. "You're on."
The room was filled with the sound of shuffling cards and the occasional laugh as they began to play. Each card laid down was met with a smack on the table, the tension between them growing thicker with every passing minute. The air was charged with anticipation, as if the room itself was holding its breath, waiting to see who would make the first move.
In the first round, Chaewon's hand was not as kind to her as she had hoped. She found herself stuck with a pile of high-value cards and no way out. With a dramatic sigh, she played a Reverse card, hoping to buy herself some time. But y/n was ready with a Draw Four, turning the tables and forcing Chaewon to accept her fate.
With a mock look of defeat, Chaewon stood up and began to strip off her jacket. It was a simple black leather number, but it framed her body perfectly, accentuating her narrow waist and the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt. As the jacket slipped down her arms and fell to the floor, she couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. The cool air of the apartment kissed her bare skin, sending goosebumps racing down her spine. She folded the jacket neatly and placed it beside her, her eyes never leaving y/n's.
The second round began with a similar tempo. Chaewon's heart hammered in her chest as she drew her cards. She tried to focus on her strategy, but the anticipation of the game's outcome kept distracting her. Her eyes kept drifting to y/n's face, watching the way their gaze lingered on her chest as she moved. Despite the friendly banter, the air was thick with a tension that was anything but innocent.
As the round progressed, it became clear that Chaewon's luck hadn't changed. She drew a series of unhelpful cards, and y/n's smirk grew wider with each one she played. When she was down to a single card, she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to reveal more of herself. The moment came, and with a dramatic flourish, she played her final card.
"I'm afraid it's your turn to pay up," y/n said, their voice low and smoky.
Chaewon felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She had worn a plain white tank top underneath, which she now peeled off with a sense of defiance. Her breasts bounced slightly with the movement, and she watched as y/n's eyes darkened, their pupils dilating. The tank top joined her jacket on the floor, and she sat back down, trying to regain her composure.
The third round began, and the tension between them grew palpable. Chaewon's mind raced with both the desire to win and the thrill of the game's increasing stakes. Her hand was a mix of numbers and colors, and she struggled to form a coherent strategy. Despite her best efforts, she found herself with a handful of cards that didn't match up.
When y/n played a Wild Draw Four, Chaewon couldn't help but laugh nervously. She was now down to her jeans, and the thought of stripping in front of her friend was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the inevitable.
With trembling hands, she began to unbutton her jeans. The zipper whispered as it slid down, revealing the lacy black thong she had chosen that morning. She slid the denim down her legs, the fabric catching briefly on her hips before pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of them gracefully, the fabric whispering against the hardwood floor.
The fourth round had begun with a renewed sense of urgency. Chaewon's heart pounded in her chest as she held onto the hope that this time, she could be the one to turn the tide. Her eyes narrowed in concentration, she played her cards with precision, almost seeing the victory within her grasp. But y/n had other plans. They played a sly Reverse card, followed by a Skip, leaving Chaewon with no choice but to draw two more cards. Her eyes widened as she took in the new additions to her hand, realizing that she was still one step away from victory.
The tension in the room grew palpable as the two friends stared at each other, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air like a dense fog. Chaewon knew she had to act fast if she wanted to regain the upper hand. She played a series of low-value cards, hoping to catch y/n off guard. But y/n was a skilled player and quickly countered with a flurry of strategic moves that left Chaewon feeling both frustrated and thrilled by the challenge.
As the round drew to a close, y/n played a wild card, changing the color to green. Chaewon's hand was a sea of red and blue, with not a single green card in sight. She swallowed hard, knowing that she had no choice but to draw four. The room was silent except for the sound of her breathing, which had grown heavier and more ragged.
With a dramatic flourish, y/n claimed victory in the fourth round. Chaewon's cheeks burned with both embarrassment and arousal as she reached for the bottom of her tank top. She pulled it up over her head, the cool air in the room caressing her bare stomach and the tops of her breasts. The tank top joined her discarded clothing on the floor, leaving her in just her thong and bra.
"What if I don't have anything to strip?" Chaewon asked, her voice quivering with a mix of excitement and nerves as she looked up at y/n. The question hung in the air, thick with the scent of their desire and the electricity of the moment.
"Then you'll do what I say," y/n replied, their eyes gleaming with mischief. "But for now, let's keep playing. Who knows, you might get lucky and win a round or two."
The fifth round began, and Chaewon felt the weight of the game pressing down on her. Each card she played was a declaration of her vulnerability, and with every piece of clothing she removed, she felt more exposed—both physically and emotionally. She drew a card, her hand shaking slightly, and played a blue seven.
y/n played a blue four, and the game went on. Chaewon's breath hitched as she drew a Skip card, her eyes darting to her opponent. The anticipation was unbearable. She knew what was coming next.
As expected, y/n played a Draw Two, and Chaewon's heart sank. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, her breasts spilling out into the open. The fabric slid down her arms, and she let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her cheeks were crimson, but she couldn't look away from y/n's intense gaze.
The sixth round began with a sense of finality. Chaewon's hands trembled as she picked up her cards. Her chest heaved with every breath, her nipples erect from the coolness of the room and the heat of the moment. She played a yellow two, and y/n smirked, playing a yellow seven. Chaewon knew she was going to lose again.
With a flick of her thumbs, she pushed her thong to the side, revealing her shaven mound to y/n. She stepped out of the scrap of fabric, feeling a rush of cold air between her legs. The thong joined her other clothes on the floor, and she stood before y/n, completely naked.
The silence was deafening as they stared at each other, the air thick with desire. Chaewon's chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart pounding in her ears. The game had taken an unexpected turn, and she was surprised by the thrill of it all. The heat in the room seemed to intensify, and she felt her body respond to the raw sexual energy.
The seventh round began, and Chaewon played with renewed determination. Each card she placed on the table was a declaration of her intent to win back some of her dignity. She played a blue five, and y/n laid down a yellow eight. Chaewon felt a flicker of hope. Could she finally win a round and put something back on?
But fate had other plans. With a wicked smile, y/n played a Draw Two, and Chaewon knew she was doomed. She drew two more cards, her hand shaking as she looked at them. A red six and a blue nine stared back at her, offering no escape from her current predicament.
"What should I do?" Chaewon whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't have any fabric left."
y/n's smirk grew wider, and they stood up from the floor, gesturing for her to follow. She did so, her nakedness feeling less like a penalty and more like a thrilling secret shared only between them. They led her to the bedroom, a place she had never been in before, and she felt a mix of curiosity and excitement as she stepped into the dimly lit room. The scent of y/n's cologne filled the space, and she couldn't help but notice the unmade bed and the mess of clothes scattered across the floor. It was a stark contrast to the neat living room where they had been playing.
On the bedside table lay a shiny, black object. Chaewon's eyes widened as y/n picked it up. "Wear this while playing the next round," He said, holding out the ball butt plug to her. It was a bold move, and she felt a jolt of arousal at their command. The plug was smooth and slightly cold in her hand, the metal feeling foreign and intimidating.
"Okay, I will do it," Chaewon murmured, her voice a soft whisper of submission. She took a deep breath and slowly inserted the plug, feeling it fill her and the pressure building inside her. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp as it settled into place, the sensation both strange and exhilarating. She could feel it shift with every step she took as she moved back to the living room, the weight of it a constant reminder of the game's stakes.
The next round began, and Chaewon's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and more turned on than she ever had in her life. Each card she played was a dance of defiance and submission, her body reacting to the thrill of the game. As she lost again, she knew what was coming.
y/n's voice was low and commanding as they handed her a small box. Inside, she found two shiny silver nipple clamps attached by a delicate chain. The sight of them made her breath hitch in her throat. She had never used anything like this before, but the excitement of the moment made her want to try.
Her hands trembled as she opened the box and took out the clamps. The cold metal sent a shiver down her spine as she placed one on her left nipple, squeezing it shut with a gentle yet firm pressure. The sensation was surprisingly pleasurable, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. y/n's eyes darkened as they watched her, the heat in the room seeming to increase with every second that passed.
The next round began, and Chaewon played with a newfound sense of urgency. Her body was alive with sensation, the plug in her ass and the clamps on her nipples creating a symphony of pleasure that was almost too much to bear. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she played a blue three. y/n's eyes never left her face, watching her every move with a predatory gaze that sent shivers down her spine.
But it was not to be. y/n played a green seven, and Chaewon knew she was out of luck again. The room spun around her as she reached for the next item of clothing to remove, but there was none left. Instead, y/n leaned over and whispered in her ear, their hot breath sending waves of heat through her body. "This time," he said, "you're going to use this." he placed a sleek, black vibrator into her trembling hand.
Chaewon looked at the device, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never used a vibrator in front of anyone before, let alone during a game of Uno. She bit her bottom lip, the taste of her own desire mingling with the metallic flavor of the nipple clamp. Slowly, she slid it between her legs, feeling the slickness of her arousal.
The vibrator was cold against her heated skin, and she gasped softly as she positioned it at her entrance. With a deep breath, she pushed it in, feeling the fullness and the vibration that echoed through her core. The game had taken an unexpected turn, and she couldn't believe the thrill it brought her. The room was a blur around her as she focused on the sensations building within her, the cards on the table forgotten for a moment.
y/n watched her intently, their eyes never leaving hers as she began to move the vibrator in and out of herself. Chaewon's breath hitched with each stroke, and she felt the pressure building within her. The game had become a dance of power and desire, and she was utterly captivated by the thrill of it all.
The next round began, but y/n had a different plan. He was a master of patience and strategy, and he knew exactly how to push Chaewon's buttons—both on the card table and off. He played his cards slowly, drawing out each move with a deliberate precision that had her on the edge of her seat. The vibrator was relentless in its rhythm, and she could feel her orgasm approaching like a freight train.
Chaewon's hand trembled as she tried to play, the sensations overwhelming her. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer, and she desperately hoped she'd be able to win this round. But y/n was unyielding, playing card after card without giving her the opening she needed. The tension in the room was unbearable, and she could feel her body tightening around the vibrator.
Suddenly, unable to take it anymore, she threw her cards into the air with a shriek. The room was filled with the sound of them fluttering to the floor as she lost control. Her body convulsed, and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs, soaking y/n's shirt. The intensity of her orgasm took her by surprise, and she collapsed back onto the couch, the vibrator slipping out of her.
y/n chuckled softly, the sound sending another shiver down her spine. They had won the round without even playing their last card, and she was left panting and exposed before them. But the thrill of the game had only just begun.
"I guess I won that round," y/n said, their voice filled with amusement. Chaewon nodded, still trying to catch her breath. "But don't think you're off the hook just yet." They reached out and picked up the discarded cards, shuffling them back into the deck with a mischievous smile. "We're not finished until one of us is completely bare."
The air was electric as the game continued, each round bringing them closer and closer to their ultimate goal. The sounds of their laughter and the occasional slap of a card on the table were punctuated by gasps and moans of pleasure. The room was a whirlwind of emotions, each more intense than the last.
As the final round approached, Chaewon was down to just the plug and the nipple clamps. She knew that if she lost this round, she would be fully exposed and at y/n's mercy. The anticipation was unbearable, her body wound tight with tension and need.
With a flick of the wrist, she played her last card and watched as y/n's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "Looks like it's my turn to win," they said, leaning back in their chair. Chaewon felt a mix of relief and disappointment, the thrill of the game leaving her craving more.
"Suck my dick," y/n ordered, his voice low and commanding. Chaewon's eyes widened, and she felt a jolt of excitement at the sudden shift in dynamics. She had never been so boldly told what to do before, and the raw power in his words sent a thrill through her. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the vibrator, unsure if she could go through with it. But the heat in their eyes was undeniable, and she found herself eager to please.
Her trembling hand reached down to unzip y/n's jeans. The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet room, a stark reminder of their newfound intimacy. His cock sprang free, erect and flushed with arousal. It was a beautiful sight, and Chaewon felt a rush of desire that surprised even herself. She leaned in, her breath warm against the velvety head of his cock.
"So big," she murmured, her voice a mix of awe and challenge. It was a declaration of her willingness to take him on, to conquer this final frontier of their daring game. She took him in her hand, the weight and heat of him feeling so real, so alive in her grip.
Her mouth opened, and she took him in, inch by inch, feeling the stretch of her jaw muscles as she tried to accommodate his size. It was a delicate dance, one that required precision and skill, much like playing the perfect Uno card. She felt his cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly, her eyes watering. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she took a deep breath and pushed through the sensation, determined to show y/n that she was more than just a pretty face and a clever player.
"So tight," y/n murmured, their hand coming to rest on the back of her head, guiding her movements. "Your mouth is so skillful." The praise washed over her like a warm wave, filling her with a sense of pride and accomplishment. Chaewon had always enjoyed the feeling of giving pleasure, and the knowledge that she was pleasing y/n in such a raw, primal way was intoxicating.
With a sudden jolt, y/n's grip tightened, and they began to thrust their hips, fucking her mouth with increasing force. Chaewon's eyes watered, but she didn't protest. Instead, she took it all in, the salty taste of y/n's arousal mingling with her own excitement. Her tongue danced around his shaft, exploring every ridge and vein, eager to give him the best experience possible.
The hand on the back of her head grew more insistent, guiding her movements with a roughness that she found thrilling. Each time y/n pushed into her throat, she gagged slightly, the sound muffled by the flesh filling her mouth. The vibrations from the plug in her ass seemed to sync with the rhythm of his hips, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
"Glukk glukk glukk," was the only sound Chaewon's mouth could produce as she worked her way down his cock, the wet noises echoing through the quiet apartment. The salty taste of him grew stronger, and she could feel his body tense with each deep throat. Her own arousal was building again, the clamps on her nipples adding an extra edge to the sensation.
Her hand wandered down to her clit, the nub of sensitive flesh begging for attention. She began to rub it in small circles, her fingers slipping through her wetness. The combination of the plug in her ass and her fingertips on her clit was driving her crazy. She could feel an orgasm approaching, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer.
y/n noticed her movements and chuckled darkly. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself." he didn't stop fucking her face, instead increasing the pace. Chaewon moaned around his cock, her hand moving faster and more desperately. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, the wind whipping around her as she approached the precipice.
With each thrust, the plug pushed against her g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She could feel y/n's cock swelling, and she knew he was close too. The power dynamics had shifted again, and she was in control now. Chaewon's hand flew over her clit, her thumb pressing down harder with each stroke. The tension grew unbearable, her body coiling tightly like a spring ready to snap.
The world around them faded away as they both focused on the moment, the only sounds in the room being the wet noises of her mouth and the slap of his hips against her face. Chaewon felt the first wave of her orgasm crash over her, the intensity of it taking her by surprise. Her body bucked, and she almost pulled away from y/n's cock, but his hand held her in place, not letting her escape the delicious torment.
The second wave hit her harder, and she came with a muffled cry, her muscles clenching around the plug. y/n groaned, their grip on her hair tightening as they felt her spasm around them. They could feel her body pulsing with each wave of pleasure, and it pushed them over the edge. With a final, rough thrust, they came, filling her mouth with their hot seed. Chaewon swallowed, her eyes watering from the intensity of the sensation.
When he finally pulled out, Chaewon gasped for air, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over with lust. They both sat there for a moment, panting heavily, the room spinning around them. The game of Uno had become a battle of wills, and she had emerged the victor, at least for now. The look of surprise and satisfaction on y/n's face was all the prize she needed.
"Tell me what you want, Chaewon," y/n ordered, his voice gruff and demanding. It was a question that held no room for refusal, and she felt a thrill run through her at his dominance. She knew what she wanted, but saying it out loud was a whole different ball game. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, her voice steady and sure.
"Fuck me, y/n," she said, her voice a little louder this time. "I want to feel your big dick inside me."
Without missing a beat, y/n stood up and walked over to her, his cock still hard and glistening with her spit. He grabbed her by the waist and effortlessly lifted her onto the coffee table, positioning her on all fours. The coolness of the wood sent a shiver up her spine, and she arched her back, her ass high in the air.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to get what you asked for," he murmured, the promise in his voice sending a thrill through her. His hand slid down to her ass, and with one swift motion, he pulled out the butt plug.
"Ahhhh," Chaewon moaned, the sudden emptiness making her body spasm with pleasure. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, the anticipation of what was to come making her pussy clench. She had never been so ready for anything in her life.
And then, without any warning, y/n's cock filled her completely, sliding into her wetness with ease. The feeling of fullness was intense, and she could feel her walls stretch around him. At the same time, he pushed the butt plug back into her ass, and she let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure.
"Ahh, so much," Chaewon moaned, her voice echoing through the room. She had never felt so filled before, and the dual sensations were overwhelming. The plug was cold from being out of her body, but her ass quickly warmed around it, welcoming it back with a delightful shiver.
The vibration of the plug in her ass synced with each deep stroke of y/n's cock in her pussy, creating a symphony of sensations that sent her spiraling. "It's...it's amazing," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. She could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure mounting in her core. "So...so full."
Without warning, y/n's hand cracked against her ass, sending a shockwave through her body. Chaewon's eyes flew open, and she gasped. The sting was unexpected, but it only served to heighten her pleasure. "More," she begged, her voice needy and desperate.
y/n's hand came down again, harder this time. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "How does it feel?"
Her words became a staccato of moans and gasps as he spanked her, each smack punctuating his thrusts. "It...it feels...so...so good," she managed to say, her voice breaking with each hit. The pain melded with the pleasure, creating a delicious cocktail of sensation that had her on the edge of madness.
The sound of his hand connecting with her skin was a rhythmic counterpoint to their movements, a perverse metronome that kept time with their passion. "Again," she whimpered, pushing back into each slap. "More."
Her body was a canvas of sensation, the butt plug and smack of his hand painting a new picture of pleasure. The plug in her ass felt like it was swelling, pushing against her insides in time with the pounding of his cock. "It's...bulging," she managed to gasp out, her voice strained with each deep thrust. "I can feel it...under my stomach."
The pressure was unbearable, a delicious ache that grew with every moment. Chaewon's entire being was focused on the fullness of her body, the way she was stretched to accommodate him. It was as if she was being rewritten, transformed by the force of his desire. She moaned, the sound deep and guttural, a primal acknowledgment of the power he wielded over her.
The room was alive with their passion, the smell of sex thick in the air. Her body was a symphony of sensations, each one playing off the others to create a crescendo that she knew she couldn't withstand much longer. "I'm going to...I'm going to cum," she panted, her voice rising in pitch. She could feel it building, a pressure that threatened to tear her apart at the seams.
"Good girl," y/n murmured, his hand moving to her clit to add to the sensory overload. His fingers danced around the sensitive nub, his touch sure and precise. Chaewon felt her body tighten around him, her muscles clenching as she approached the precipice. "Cum for me," he ordered, and she felt the power in his words, a command she couldn't ignore.
With a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, Chaewon came. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, consuming her in a torrent of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her ass contracting around the plug. "AHHHH," she screamed, the sound echoing off the walls.
The world around them shattered into a million pieces as she rode the wave of pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her climax. y/n's hand remained on her clit, his strokes never faltering, pushing her higher and higher. Chaewon could feel her eyes roll back in her head, the intensity of the sensation too much to bear. "Y/N! Oh my god!" she cried out, her voice hoarse from her screams.
As she came back down, she found herself gasping for air, her body limp and trembling with aftershocks. y/n didn't stop, his movements relentless as he brought her to the edge again and again, her orgasm stretching out into an endless horizon of pleasure. Chaewon had never felt so alive, so in the moment. The game of Uno had turned into a battleground of desire, and she had never felt more powerful, more vulnerable, or more alive.
Chaewon's body was limp, trembling with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. y/n's cock remained deep inside her, his strokes slowing but not stopping. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a thrill through her.
"I know," she whispered, the words barely audible. The intensity of the moment had left her breathless, but she knew it was true. In that moment, she belonged to him in a way she had never belonged to anyone else. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
He began to fuck her again, his movements slow and deliberate. Each stroke was a declaration of ownership, a claiming of her body that she couldn't deny. Chaewon felt her arousal begin to build once more, the plug in her ass adding an extra edge to every sensation. She pushed back into him, her hips meeting his with a need that was almost desperate.
Their bodies moved together like a well-oiled machine, each thrust bringing her closer to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel him swell inside her, his grip on her hips tightening. "I want to cum" she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "Please, y/n. I need it."
Her words seemed to be the trigger he was waiting for. He slammed into her, the force of his movements making the table shake beneath her. "Beg for it more," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. Chaewon's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a moan that was half pleasure, half desperation.
"I'm...I'm begging," she panted, her voice a ragged mess of need. "Please, y/n. Please make me cum." His strokes grew harder, more demanding, as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "I'm...I'm so close," she whispered, her voice trembling.
The sound of his hand slapping her ass filled the room, and she felt a new wave of pleasure crash over her. "More," she moaned, her voice needy and raw. "Harder, y/n. I need it." The pain was a sweet agony that only made the pleasure more intense, and she found herself pushing back into each slap, her body craving the release that she knew was just out of reach.
Her voice grew louder, more demanding, as she begged for her release. "Please, y/n," she whimpered. "Please, let me cum." The words were a plea, a desperate cry that seemed to echo in the air around them. She could feel his cock pulsing within her, the heat of his arousal matched by the fire in her own body.
y/n's hand moved from her clit to her throat, squeezing gently as he whispered in her ear. "You want it that badly?" His breath was hot against her neck, and she could feel his teeth grazing her skin. Chaewon's eyes fluttered closed, and she nodded, unable to form coherent words. "Beg," he demanded, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine.
"Please," she choked out, the word a strangled cry. "I'm begging for it. Please, let me cum." Each word was a prayer, a desperate plea for the release that she knew was just out of reach. His grip tightened on her throat, cutting off her air just enough to make her dizzy with need. "Now," he murmured, his voice a promise of what was to come.
And with that, he slammed into her one last time, the force of it sending her over the edge. Chaewon's body convulsed, her muscles clenching around his cock as she came hard, her orgasm tearing through her like lightning. She screamed, the sound muffled by the hand at her throat, as the world around her went white-hot with pleasure.
"Tell me this pussy belongs to," y/n ordered, his voice a harsh demand that cut through the haze of her climax. Chaewon's eyes snapped open, her vision swimming. She could feel him, so close to his own release, his body taut with tension.
Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was filled with a certainty that left no room for doubt. "It belongs to you," she said, her words a declaration of surrender and ownership. The power dynamics in the room had shifted again, and she was fully under his control.
y/n's eyes narrowed, his gaze dark and possessive. He could feel his own climax approaching, the heat building in his balls. "Mine," he growled, his grip on her throat tightening as he thrust into her one final time. With a roar, he came, filling her completely. Chaewon's body clenched around him, her orgasm spiking again with the intensity of his own.
For a moment, they remained there, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding in unison. The room was silent, save for the sound of their bodies coming down from the peak of passion. It was a moment of pure connection, of understanding and acceptance of the raw desire that had taken them both over the edge.
Slowly, y/n pulled out of her, the absence of his cock leaving her feeling empty. He removed the plug from her ass with a gentle tug, and she shivered at the sudden coldness. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. "What now?" she asked, her voice still shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm.
He smirked down at her, his eyes filled with a hunger that had yet to be satiated. "Now," he said, his voice low and filled with promise, "we do it again. And this time, I'll show you what it really means to belong to me."
With surprising strength, y/n picked Chaewon up, lifting her off the table. She squealed with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her through the apartment and into the living room, the journey feeling like an eternity as the anticipation built. He sat down on the couch, holding her in place with ease, and she could feel his cock still hard against her ass. "Ride me properly," he ordered, and she knew she had no choice but to comply.
Chaewon straddled him, her pussy slick with their combined juices. She positioned herself over his cock, the tip pressing against her entrance. Looking into his eyes, she felt a sense of empowerment as she lowered herself onto him. He was hers to control now, and she was eager to show him what she could do.
"Remember," y/n said, his voice a low growl, "you don't cum without my permission and u will count how many times u cum." Chaewon bit her lip, the challenge in his words sending a thrill through her. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She began to move her hips in a slow, sensual circle, her pussy squeezing him tightly with each rotation.
"I wanna cum y/n, can I?" she asked, her voice a sweet whine that was almost a moan. She watched his reaction closely, her heart racing with anticipation.
y/n's eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. "No," he said, his voice a low, firm command. "Not yet." Chaewon's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, and began to move her hips faster. She knew the game they were playing, the delicious dance of control and submission that had come to define their night.
Her pussy was a tight, wet glove around his cock, her inner walls clenching with each movement. The sound of their bodies slapping together was almost as arousing as the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her. Chaewon could feel the pressure building again, the beginnings of another orgasm coiling in her stomach like a spring.
"Cum for me," y/n ordered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. Chaewon's eyes widened with surprise at the sudden command, but she found she couldn't resist the urge to obey. She leaned back, her hands planted on his chest for balance as she rode him with renewed vigor. Her breasts bounced with each bounce of her hips, the nipple clamps adding an extra pinch of pain with each movement.
Her breathing grew ragged as the pressure inside her built. "Ahh...ahh...ahh...yes!" she panted, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." And with that, she squirted, the warmth of her release flooding over his cock and down her thighs. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, a powerful explosion of pleasure that seemed to radiate from her core.
y/n watched with a mix of amazement and hunger as Chaewon's body convulsed around him. "One," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she felt the first wave of her orgasm wash over her. Her pussy clamped down around him, her muscles contracting in a way that was almost painful. But she didn't care. All she knew was that she needed more.
"Again," he ordered, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through her entire being. Chaewon nodded, her eyes snapping open to meet his. She began to bounce on his cock, her movements growing more erratic as she chased the high of another climax. Each time she felt herself getting close, she would slow down, teasing herself and him.
"Can I cum?" she asked, her voice a desperate whine. y/n's eyes narrowed, his hand moving to her clit. "Not yet," he said, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive nub. "Keep riding me." Chaewon's breath hitched, the anticipation of his permission making the need to cum even more intense.
Her hips rolled in a sinuous dance, her breasts bobbing with each movement. She felt his cock swell inside her, knew that he was close as well. "Please," she begged, her voice a needy whine. "I need to cum again."
y/n's hand moved to her throat, his grip firm but not painful. "Two," he murmured, his thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit. Chaewon's body responded immediately, her pussy spasming around his cock as a second orgasm ripped through her. "Good girl," he praised, the words sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.
The hand on her throat tightened slightly, cutting off her air. "Beg for it," he demanded, his eyes never leaving hers. Chaewon's chest heaved, her breath coming in short gasps. "Please, y/n," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Let me cum again."
The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the wet slapping of their bodies. She could feel the tension building once more, the pressure in her stomach growing with each second that passed. "Now," y/n said, his voice a dark command.
With a scream, Chaewon came again, her body bucking wildly as she lost control. "Three," she managed to choke out, her voice a ragged whisper. y/n's grip on her throat loosened, allowing her to breathe again. She felt him tense beneath her, his cock swelling even more.
"Take it all," he grunted, his hips thrusting up to meet hers. Chaewon's eyes rolled back in her head, her pussy clenching around him as she felt the warmth of his cum fill her. The sensation sent her over the edge again, a fourth orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. "Four," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
They sat there for a moment, both panting and trembling with the aftermath of their shared pleasure. y/n's cock remained buried inside her, his semen leaking out around the base. Chaewon felt utterly claimed, utterly owned by this person she had once considered just a friend.
Their eyes met again, and she knew that she would never be the same after this night. The power exchange had changed her in ways she couldn't begin to understand. But for now, all she knew was that she was his, and she had never felt more alive.
With a grin that was almost feral, y/n leaned in and kissed her, his tongue claiming her mouth as his cock had claimed her pussy. "You're mine," he murmured against her lips, and she couldn't help but agree. "Forever," she whispered back, her voice filled with a mix of awe and desire.
The game of Uno had led them to this moment, a moment where the lines between friendship and dominance had been blurred beyond recognition. Chaewon knew that she would never be able to look at a simple card game the same way again. But she also knew that she didn't want to. This was a part of her now, a part of her she had discovered with y/n.
As they broke apart, panting for breath, she looked into his eyes and saw the same realization reflected there. They had stumbled into a new chapter of their lives, and she had a feeling it would be one filled with passion, pain, and pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. And she was ready for every moment of it.
But the night wasn't over yet. With a wicked grin, y/n reached for the bowl of toys they had used earlier. Chaewon's eyes widened as she watched him pick out a large dildo. Her body was already so sensitive, so swollen and stretched from his cock and the plug, but she didn't protest. She was his to do with as he wished.
He gently removed the plug from her ass, and she felt the coolness of the room rush in to greet her. Then, with a slick of lube, he began to push the dildo in. It was much larger than the plug, and she gasped as it filled her completely, the length of it reaching deep inside her. She could feel herself stretching around it, the sensation so intense it was almost painful.
He didn't stop there. With a flick of his wrist, he inserted a vibrator into her pussy, the buzzing starting at a low hum that grew more intense with each passing moment. She was already so close to the edge again, and she knew she couldn't hold on for much longer. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." she panted, her body shaking with need.
But before she could finish her sentence, she felt the darkness closing in around her. Chaewon's eyes rolled back in her head, and she passed out from the overwhelming pleasure. Her body went limp, but y/n didn't stop. He turned up the vibrator, watching as her body responded even in unconsciousness.
For twelve hours, she squirted and convulsed on the couch, her pussy clenching around the vibrator as it brought her to one orgasm after another. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air, mingling with the faint hum of the vibrator. It was a symphony of pleasure that played out across her unconscious mind, a testament to their newfound bond.
When she finally came to, she was lying in a pool of her own fluids, the dildo still in her ass and the vibrator buzzing away in her pussy. y/n was sitting beside her, watching her with a look of pride and possessiveness. "Welcome back," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet of the early morning.
Chaewon blinked, trying to focus on his face. "What...what happened?" she managed to croak out.
"You passed out," he said, his smirk never wavering. "But that didn't stop me from having my fun."
Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had never experienced anything like this before, and the thought of being used so completely was both terrifying and incredibly thrilling.
"Do you want me to take them out?" he asked, his eyes on the toys still embedded in her body. Chaewon's gaze darted down to where the dildo and vibrator lay, her body still quivering slightly from the aftershocks of her marathon orgasm.
With a shaky nod, she whispered, "Yes, please."
y/n leaned in, his hand moving to the base of the dildo. With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to pull it out, the sensation of being filled and then empty sending fresh waves of pleasure through her. As the last inch disappeared, she felt a gush of wetness, her body still responding even now.
He turned off the vibrator and removed it gently, placing both toys aside. Then, with the tender touch of a lover, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she trembled with the aftermath of what had happened. "You're mine," he murmured into her hair. "Mine to use, mine to protect, and mine to love."
Chaewon couldn't argue with that. As she curled into his embrace, she knew that she had found a part of herself that she had never known existed. And she was ready to explore it further, with y/n by her side.
Their friendship had transformed into something darker, something more primal and raw. And as the dawn broke outside, casting a soft light across their tangled forms, she knew that she would never want to go back to the way things were before.
Yeji sat in the backseat of the car, knees drawn to her chest, as the vehicle bumped along the dusty road. The sun had begun to dip below the tree line, casting an orange glow across the landscape. She watched as the last of the daylight played hide and seek with the shadows, the warmth slowly retreating from the glass. Her friends, Yuna, Lia, Ryujin, and Chaeryeong, chattered excitedly in the seats around her, their laughter a welcome cacophony in the confined space. They were on their way to the camping grounds for their first trip together, a weekend getaway from the city's suffocating embrace.
The car pulled into a small clearing, the headlights piercing the gathering darkness. Yeji's eyes scanned the area, spotting a solitary tent pitched in the distance. Her heart skipped a beat as she caught a glimpse of a figure emerging from the shadows, his silhouette backlit by the fading day. He looked up as the car's engine cut out, and for a moment, their eyes met. His features were sharp and defined, a stark contrast to the soft light behind him. Yeji felt a strange pull, an inexplicable attraction that made her pulse quicken.
The girls tumbled out of the car, stretching their legs and surveying their surroundings. They were a mix of excitement and nerves, all of them city-dwellers with more experience in shopping malls than in the great outdoors. Yeji took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cool, earthy scent of the forest. The crunch of gravel underfoot was a stark reminder of the unfamiliar territory they were about to inhabit for the next few days.
The figure from the tent approached them, his footsteps muffled by the thick grass. He had a friendly smile and a casual confidence that seemed to belong to the wilderness itself. "Hello, ladies," he greeted, his voice a low, easy rumble. Yeji felt her cheeks warm as she took in his handsome face and the way his clothes hung from his frame with an effortless style.
Her eyes darted back to the tent, and she mustered the courage to speak up. "Could we, like, set up our tent next to yours?" she asked, hoping she didn't sound too eager. The guy's smile widened. "Of course," he said, gesturing to an empty spot nearby. "There's plenty of room."
They watched him approach, his movements fluid and sure, and Yeji couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about their own tentative efforts. Her friends had already unfurled their tents, but the poles lay scattered around them like a game of pick-up sticks.
"Do you need any help?" the guy offered, and Yeji felt a wave of relief wash over her. His eyes were a warm brown, crinkled at the corners from his smile. Yuna, ever the extrovert, stepped forward eagerly. "Yes, please!" she exclaimed, and the others nodded in agreement.
The guy introduced himself as Y/n, and he set to work with an ease that suggested he'd done this a hundred times before. Yeji couldn't take her eyes off his hands as they deftly worked the tent poles into place. His forearms flexed with the effort, and she found herself imagining them around her own waist, holding her close. She bit her lower lip to keep from smiling at the thought, trying to focus on the instructions he was giving her friends.
Sweat beaded on Y/n's forehead and trickled down his neck, making his shirt cling to his toned chest. Yeji's gaze lingered on the damp fabric, tracing the lines of his muscles. She felt a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with the exertion of setting up camp. The air grew thick with the scent of pine and the faint smell of male sweat, and she found it oddly comforting.
Her friends chatted with Y/n as they worked, asking about his camping experiences and sharing their own excitement for the trip ahead. Yeji hung back, not wanting to interrupt the flow of conversation, but also not wanting to miss any moment of his company. She watched as he demonstrated the correct way to tie a knot, his eyes focused and intense. The way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed made her stomach flip.
When the tents were finally standing tall, the girls thanked him profusely, their voices a little too high-pitched for the serene setting. Y/n just shrugged it off, his smile never wavering. "It's no problem," he said. "I enjoy helping out." His gaze lingered on Yeji for a beat longer than it had on the others, and she felt a thrill run up her spine. She hoped he hadn't noticed the way she'd been staring, the way her cheeks had turned pink every time their eyes met.
"So, girls," he began, turning to address the group. "I can see this is probably your first time camping." He chuckled good-naturedly at their nods. "Why don't we make it a little more interesting?" He suggested. "How about we all share some activities around the campfire tonight? Nothing too crazy, just some stories and maybe a little friendly competition."
Yuna, ever the adventurous one, was the first to agree. "That sounds like so much fun!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. Lia and Ryujin exchanged a look, then shrugged in unison. "Why not?" they chorused. Chaeryeong nodded, a hint of excitement sparkling in her eyes.
Yeji felt her heart flutter. The thought of spending the evening with Y/n, sharing stories and laughter, was more than she could have hoped for. She didn't even mind the prospect of embarrassing herself with some campfire games. Anything to spend more time with him.
As darkness fully descended, they gathered around the fire Y/n had expertly built. The flames danced and crackled, casting flickering shadows across their faces. Yeji's eyes never left him as he began to speak, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them. He told a ghost story that had the girls clutching each other and shrieking with a mix of fear and delight. Yeji found herself leaning closer, the warmth of the fire and the sound of his voice wrapping around her like a comforting blanket.
When it was her turn, Yeji's mind went blank. What kind of story could she tell that would hold a candle to his? She stumbled through a childhood tale of a camping trip gone wrong, her voice quieter than she'd intended. But Y/n listened intently, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt a strange comfort in his attention.
The night went on, filled with laughter, roasting marshmallows, and the occasional jump scare as one of the friends tried to startle the others. Yeji couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so alive, so free from the pressures of their everyday lives. And as she sat there, the flames playing in Y/n's eyes, she knew that this trip was going to be a weekend she'd never forget.
But eventually, the embers of the campfire grew low, and the night grew quiet. The crickets and owls took over the symphony of the forest. With a yawn that seemed to echo through the trees, Lia announced she was turning in. "It's been a long day," she said, rubbing her eyes. "I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings." The others nodded sleepily, and one by one, they began to crawl into their tents.
Yeji lay in her sleeping bag, listening to the rustle of leaves and the gentle snores of her friends. Her mind raced with thoughts of Y/n. She replayed every moment they'd shared, from his first smile to the way his eyes had held hers as she told her story. Her body felt hot and restless, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to be closer to him.
With a quiet whisper, she unzipped her tent and slipped into the cool night air. The moon cast a soft glow across the campsite, guiding her steps as she approached his tent. Her heart hammered in her chest, unsure of what she was about to do. But she took a deep breath and whispered, "Y/n, can you come out? I need a little help."
The zipper on his tent unfurled with a soft hiss, and Y/n emerged, blinking against the moonlight. His eyes searched for hers, a question in his gaze. "What's up?" he asked, his voice low so as not to wake the others.
Yeji's cheeks flushed. "I... I just can't sleep," she admitted, her voice shaky. "Could you... tell me another story?" It wasn't the truth, but it was the closest she could come to expressing her need for his company without revealing the tumult of emotions roiling within her.
Y/n studied her for a moment, then nodded. He led her away from the campfire, the warmth of his hand on her back as they found a secluded spot besides the lake.
Yeji's tank top was indeed braless, and the fabric clung to her skin, revealing the outline of her erect nipples. She had chosen the outfit with care, hoping to catch his attention. The cool night air made them even more prominent, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the effect she was having on him. She sat down on a log, the bark rough against her bare legs, and watched as he took a seat next to her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body.
He began his story, weaving a tale of adventure and mystery that had her on the edge of her seat. But as he spoke, she found herself focusing less on the words and more on the way his lips moved, the way his breath hitched slightly when he got to the scary parts. The desire to kiss him was overwhelming, a physical ache that she could no longer ignore.
Yeji swallowed hard, her eyes darting to his mouth and then back to the fire. She hadn't meant for things to go this way, but she couldn't deny the attraction that had been building all evening. "Is this what you want, Yeji?" Y/n asked, his voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to resonate through her very soul.
Her heart hammered in her chest, and she nodded, unable to form words. He leaned closer, his hand coming to rest on her knee, sending shockwaves through her body. She looked into his eyes, and she saw a hunger that mirrored her own. Her breath hitched, and she could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of her shorts.
"I can't deny it," she whispered finally, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the lake's water. "You are so attractive to me, and every time I see you, I just get... hornier."
Y/n's eyes searched hers, a silent question lingering in the air. "Show me, then," he said, his voice low and gruff. Yeji's heart skipped a beat. She had been hoping, dreaming even, that he felt the same way, but she hadn't dared to voice it. Now, here they were, in the quiet of the night, the stars their only witnesses.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her tank top, lifting it over her head. The cool night air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and the swell of her breasts. She saw his eyes darken as he took in the sight of her, and she felt a thrill of power at his reaction.
"No bra already?" Y/n said, his voice a mix of amusement and lust. The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Yeji felt a flush of heat spread across her chest, but she met his gaze, unabashed. "What can I say?" she replied with a shrug, trying to keep her voice light. "I like to be comfortable."
Yeji slid off the log, her legs feeling unsteady. She reached for the button of her shorts, her fingers fumbling in the moonlit darkness. With a soft click, she released the fastening and began to lower the zipper. She could feel his eyes on her, could almost hear the sound of his breath catching as the fabric parted. Her palms grew damp with anticipation, and she took a deep breath before pushing the shorts over her hips.
"No underwear too?" Y/n's voice was a hoarse whisper, a question and a challenge all at once. Yeji stepped out of the shorts, leaving them in a pool at her ankles. She was completely exposed before him, the chilly night air making her skin prickle with goosebumps. But she didn't feel cold; the heat of his gaze was more than enough to warm her.
With a nod, she stepped closer to him, her bare breasts brushing against his chest. His hand slid up her thigh, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Fuck me beside this lake, Y/n," she whispered, the words a seductive promise that sent a shiver down his spine.
He took her hand, leading her to the water's edge. The moon cast a silver path across the lake, guiding them to a small, secluded cove. The water was cold, but Yeji didn't care. She could feel the warmth of his hand in hers, the strength of his body as he pulled her closer. They sank into the soft sand, the water lapping at their legs as they kissed with a hunger that seemed to have been building for an eternity.
Yeji's skin tingled where his fingers touched her, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud. His eyes raked over her body, and she felt more exposed than she ever had in her life, but with Y/n, she didn't feel vulnerable. She felt powerful. His hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple in a gentle caress that made her gasp.
While his mouth found another, exploring the sensitive skin of her neck, his other hand trailed down her body. Yeji's legs parted of their own accord, inviting him closer. He didn't waste the opportunity, sliding his hand between her thighs to find the warm, wet heat that awaited him. His fingers danced over her clit, teasing and circling until she was moaning his name, her hips bucking against his hand.
"Have you ever squirted before?" he murmured against her ear, his voice a low rumble that sent a bolt of excitement straight to her core. Yeji had read about it, heard whispers from friends, but she had never experienced it herself. The sensation grew stronger with every stroke, building like a crescendo inside her.
"No," she replied breathlessly, her voice a barely audible whisper.
Y/n's eyes searched hers, the intensity of his gaze setting her ablaze. "You don't want me to?"
Yeji's breath hitched, and she managed a shaky nod. "I want it more than anything," she confessed. His hand stilled for a moment before continuing, his fingers working magic on her sensitive flesh.
With a knowing smile, Y/n's thumb slid lower, finding the slickness that coated her folds. He teased her entrance, making her squirm with need. His eyes never left hers as he pushed a single digit inside her, curling it in a way that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Yeji gasped, her eyes going wide with surprise. She'd never felt anything quite like it before.
He watched her closely, reading her every reaction, every gasp and whimper. His touch grew more deliberate, his movements more precise. Yeji's back arched as he hit a spot inside her that made her toes curl. Her breathing grew ragged, and she could feel the tension coiling in her belly. "There," she panted, "right there."
Y/n's hand worked faster, his thumb pressing against her clit in a rhythm that made her entire body hum. Yeji felt something building, something she couldn't quite put into words. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was tuned to the beat of his hand, the ebb and flow of his touch. "I think something wants to come out," she murmured, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Just let it," Y/n encouraged, his voice a soft growl. His fingers danced over her, his movements sure and steady. Yeji's hips rolled, meeting each stroke with a silent plea for more. The tension grew tauter, the coil of pleasure in her belly tightening with every second that passed.
And then, it broke. Yeji's eyes flew open, a cry torn from her throat as she felt a warm gush flood over Y/n's hand. Her body spasmed, muscles clenching around his fingers as a torrent of wetness erupted from within her. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, a delicious mix of pleasure and release that made her toes curl.
"Ahh, so good," she breathed, her voice a tremulous whisper.
Encouraged by her response, Y/n's hand slid down to her waist, gripping her firmly as he pushed her down onto her knees. Yeji looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion, as he freed his hardened length from his shorts. The sight of his big, throbbing cock made her mouth water, and she eagerly leaned in to take him in her mouth.
"I had no gag reflex," she whispered, her voice a seductive promise. "Do it as hard as you can."
Y/n's eyes darkened with desire at her words, and he didn't waste a second. He pushed against her mouth, his cock sliding past her lips with an ease that surprised them both. Yeji's eyes watered at first, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, eager to take more of him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft as he grew harder with every passing second.
But her mouth was indeed small, and Y/n's cock was substantial. Despite her lack of gag reflex, she found herself struggling to accommodate him fully. She could feel the head of his penis hit the back of her throat, and she had to work to relax her muscles and let him in deeper. He watched her with a mix of admiration and hunger, his hand guiding the back of her head, setting the pace.
Her jaw began to ache, a delicious soreness that she hadn't felt since her first time giving head. Yeji's eyes watered as she took him in, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. The sound of his pleasure spurred her on, and she focused on the task at hand, eager to make him feel as good as he had made her. Her tongue danced around the head of his cock, exploring every ridge and vein, tasting the salt of his arousal.
"Ahh, so tight, Yeji," he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. His praise sent a jolt of pride through her, and she redoubled her efforts. She felt him swell against her tongue, his hips bucking slightly with every deep-throated moan. The sight of his muscles tensing, the way his eyes rolled back in his head, told her that she was doing something right.
"Glukkk glukk glukk," was the only sound she could manage, the rhythm of her mouth matching the pounding of her heart. She was lost in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the taste of him coating her tongue. It was a primitive, carnally satisfying act that she had never experienced quite like this before.
Y/n's grip grew firmer, guiding her movements with an urgency that was palpable. His hips began to thrust in time with her bobs, pushing deeper and deeper until she could feel the tip of his cock nudging the back of her throat. Yeji's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, to take him all in.
"Ahh, fuck," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're taking it all, Yeji." His words were a heady mix of praise and desperation, and she felt a thrill run through her. She knew he was close, could feel his cock pulse in her mouth.
And then he was there, his hand tightening in her hair. "I'm going to fill your throat," he warned, his voice a harsh whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. Yeji nodded, her eyes locked on his. She wanted it, needed it, the ultimate act of submission and intimacy.
With a growl, Y/n thrust into her mouth, holding her still as he released his load. Warm, salty cum flooded her mouth, and she swallowed greedily, not wanting to miss a drop. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt a rush of satisfaction that was almost as intense as her own climax had been.
He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening in the moonlight. Yeji sat back on her heels, panting slightly, a smear of cum on her chin. Y/n reached down, his thumb swiping it away with a tenderness that belied the roughness of their encounter. He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Yeji felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. They had only just begun their camping trip, but she knew that it was going to be one she would never forget.
The night was still young, and the promise of more adventures, more shared secrets and passionate moments, stretched out before them like the endless expanse of the starlit sky. Yeji reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and touched his thigh. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries.
Y/n's smile was soft as he leaned down to kiss her, the taste of themselves mingling on their lips. "We're just getting started," he said, his eyes gleaming with promise. And with that, he stood, pulling her to her feet, and led her back to their makeshift love nest beside the lake.
The water had cooled their overheated skin, but the desire between them had only grown stronger. Yeji watched as Y/n shrugged off his shirt, revealing the sculpted chest she had been admiring from afar all evening. He was beautiful, a masterpiece of muscles and tattoos that she hadn't noticed before in the firelight. Her eyes traced the lines of ink that danced across his torso, telling a story she longed to hear.
He turned to her, his expression questioning. "Is this day your safe day, Yeji?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. She knew what he meant—he was asking if she was on birth control, if it was okay for them to proceed without a barrier. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."
The tension between them grew thick, the air heavy with the promise of what was to come. Y/n stepped closer, his cock hardening again as he reached for her. He pulled her into a kiss that was both gentle and demanding, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow dance that made her knees weak.
"Take me," she whispered, her eyes full of desire as she looked up at him. "I want all of you."
Y/n didn't need any further prompting. He gently laid her down on the soft sand, the water's edge kissing their toes. Yeji spread her legs wide, inviting him in, her eyes never leaving his as he positioned himself above her. His cock nudged against her slick entrance, and she gasped as he pushed inside. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made her entire body sing.
"Ahh," she moaned, her nails digging into the sand as he filled her completely. He paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust, before he began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, almost gentle, but it soon grew faster, more urgent. Yeji could feel every inch of him, stretching her, claiming her in a way that she hadn't been before. "U can empty ur seed inside me," she breathed, the words a seductive invitation that sent a tremor through his body.
Y/n's hips snapped forward, his movements becoming more erratic as he lost himself in the sensation of her tight pussy. Yeji's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. "Fuck me harder," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.
Her words were a catalyst, igniting a fire within him. He began to pound into her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Yeji could feel herself stretching around him, her body accommodating his size in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. "You're so deep," she gasped, her voice strained.
Y/n's eyes bore into hers, his face a mask of concentration as he drove into her with a ferocity that spoke of his desire. She could feel him hitting places inside her that no one had ever reached before, and it was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing. "You like that?" he growled, his voice thick with need.
"Yeah," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. "You stretch me to my limit." Her words were a whimper of pleasure that seemed to spur him on. He pushed deeper, the sand beneath them shifting with their movements. Yeji's hands slid up his back, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to hold on to something, anything, as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.
"Cum on my cock yeji, let's cum together," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel it." His words were a command she couldn't resist, and she felt the beginnings of another orgasm build deep within her. Yeji's hips rocked against him, her pussy clenching around him as she chased her peak. "I'm going to," she moaned, the tension coiling in her core.
He watched her face intently, his own expression a mix of concentration and pleasure. "Now," he murmured, his voice a soft encouragement that sent her hurtling over the edge. Yeji's orgasm washed over her, her body shaking as she came, her pussy spasming around his cock. She could feel the warmth of his cum filling her, his body tensing as he released himself inside her.
Their breathing grew ragged, their bodies still entwined as they rode out the aftershocks of their shared climax. Yeji's eyes fluttered open, finding his gaze. He was smiling down at her, a look of pure satisfaction etched into his features. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through her very soul.
"Ahh, so good," Yeji managed to say, her voice still thick with the remnants of pleasure. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a sense of connection that she hadn't anticipated. They had been strangers just hours ago, but now, they shared something intimate and profound.
Y/n pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with her juices. He leaned down to kiss her, a soft, lingering press of his lips that seemed to promise more than words ever could. Yeji's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. "How much time we have, Yeji?" he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.
Her eyes searched his, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. "Just fuck me until sunrise," she replied, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to echo across the still water of the lake. Y/n groaned, his cock already hardening at the thought. They had hours to fill with passion and pleasure, and he had no intention of wasting a single minute.
They explored each other's bodies, the sand sticking to their skin as they moved through the night. Y/n lifted her onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air as he positioned himself behind her. "This is going to be intense," he warned, his voice a dark promise. Yeji nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
He pushed into her from behind, his cock sliding through her folds with ease. She was still wet from their earlier encounter, and the sensation of him filling her was almost too much to bear. "Ahh," she gasped, her voice muffled by the hand she had pressed against her mouth to keep from screaming.
He began to thrust, his movements powerful and demanding. Yeji's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself building towards another climax. This time, she could feel the pressure building deep within her, the promise of something more intense than she had ever felt before. "Cum for me," he rasped, his voice strained with his own need. "Let go."
Her body responded to his command, and she felt the first wave of pleasure wash over her. The second was stronger, her pussy clenching around him as she squirted, the warm liquid spilling onto the sand. "Ahh, yes," she moaned, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
They switched positions, moving to missionary as the moon climbed higher in the sky. Yeji straddled him, her legs trembling with the effort of holding herself up. She began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with every bounce. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her was exquisite, and she knew she wouldn't last long.
Y/n watched her, his eyes hooded with desire as she took him deep within her. His hands roamed her body, teasing her nipples until they were stiff peaks, his thumbs brushing against her clit with every downward stroke. "Come for me," he whispered, his voice a caress that seemed to coil around her very soul.
And she did. Yeji threw her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she came, her pussy spasming around him. But he wasn't done with her yet. He flipped them over, his hips pistoning as he took over the rhythm. He was relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she was begging for release.
Finally, with a roar that seemed to shake the very earth, he came, his warmth filling her completely. Yeji collapsed against him, her body boneless and satisfied. But she wasn't done yet. There was still so much more to explore, so much more to feel.
They moved to the spooning position, their bodies entwined like lovers lost in a passionate embrace. This time, their movements were slower, more tender. The vanilla sex was a sweet counterpoint to the intense passion that had come before, a gentle reminder that there was more to their connection than just raw, animal lust.
Yeji felt cherished in his arms, his cock sliding in and out of her with a lazy, easy rhythm that had her purring with pleasure. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, one that she knew she would hold onto for the rest of her life.
But the night wasn't over yet. They moved to the standing doggy position, her legs shaking as she braced herself against a nearby tree. Y/n pounded into her, his strength and stamina seemingly endless. Yeji felt her orgasm building again, her cries growing louder with each passing second.
The pleasure was so intense she thought she might pass out, her legs giving way beneath her. But Y/n held her up, his arms like steel bands around her waist. "Take it," he growled, his teeth grazing her ear. "Take all of me."
And she did. Yeji screamed his name, the sound echoing through the night, as she came for the third time. Her legs buckled, and she would have collapsed if he hadn't been there to catch her. They sank to the sand, their bodies entangled, their breathing ragged.
But even as she lay there, spent and satisfied, Yeji knew that she wanted more. This was just the beginning of a night that would change everything.
With the first light of dawn peeking over the horizon, they moved to the edge of the lake. Y/n picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, and she could feel his hardness pressing against her. "Flying squirrel," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Yeji's eyes widened with excitement. It was a position she had read about but never tried. She nodded eagerly, and he didn't waste a moment. He leaned back, holding her firmly as he entered her once again. The sensation was incredible, the cold water lapping at her back as he thrust into her, the contrast sending shivers down her spine.
He held her ankles in his hands, her body weightless as he fucked her with a fervor that seemed to defy the breaking day. Yeji could feel her pussy clench around him, the walls tightening with every stroke. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, a mix of pleasure and pain that was utterly intoxicating.
Her legs began to quiver, her muscles no longer able to hold on. But Y/n didn't slow down. He pushed into her harder, his movements more deliberate. "You're going to squirt for me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. And just like that, she did.
The orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she sprayed him with her release. The sensation was so intense she couldn't help but scream, her voice echoing across the still water. Y/n's grip on her ankles tightened, his own climax building.
And then it was over, their bodies coming to a rest. Yeji leaned her forehead against his, their breathing in sync as the first rays of sunlight kissed their skin. The warmth of the sun seemed to seep into her very bones, chasing away the last vestiges of the night's chill.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, the only sounds the gentle lapping of the water and their mingled breaths. It was a moment of pure peace, a respite from the passion that had consumed them.
But even as the light grew stronger, Yeji knew that the fire between them wasn't going anywhere. They had only just begun to explore each other's bodies, to uncover the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface. The camping trip was going to be a weekend of discovery, of passion, of moments that would be etched into their memories forever.
And as the sun fully broke over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, they kissed again, a promise of what was to come. The air was electric with anticipation, and Yeji felt a thrill run through her.
The next few hours passed in a blur of pleasure, their bodies moving in a dance that was as old as time itself. They tried new positions, each one more thrilling than the last, pushing each other to new heights of ecstasy.
As the first light of dawn began to break, Yeji's eyes fluttered open. Her vision was hazy, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion and desire. Y/n's fingers were still working their magic, teasing her clit as she lay beneath him, her body a canvas for his art. She felt the warmth of his cum still inside her, a testament to their passionate night.
"We should get back to the tent," she murmured, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Y/n nodded, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He leaned down to kiss her, the taste of the night's passion still lingering on her lips. Yeji felt a thrill run through her as his tongue slid against hers, a gentle reminder of what they had shared.
He stood, pulling her to her feet with a gentle tug. Her legs were shaky, but she leaned into him, her body craving his touch. He swept her up into his arms, cradling her against his bare chest as they made their way back to camp. The cool morning air kissed her skin, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.
But the chill was short-lived. Y/n's fingers found her still-sensitive clit, and she gasped as he began to tease her. The sensation was intense, and she couldn't help but squirt again, her body responding to his touch like a well-tuned instrument. She felt the warmth of his cum flooding her pussy, mixing with the coolness of the night.
He chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied, as he carried her back to their tent. Yeji's head lolled against his shoulder, her eyes still closed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "You're insatiable," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.
"It's all your fault," she replied with a sleepy smile. "You make me feel so... alive."
"And I'm not done with you yet," he said, his tone a dark promise that sent a thrill through her. Yeji's eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, her gaze locking onto his. "We have the whole weekend," he reminded her, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You're so sensitive," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.
"It's all you," she breathed, her hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders.
Yeji wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. She felt the warmth of his cum mixing with hers, a tangible sign of their union. And as they moved together, the sun rising in the sky outside, she knew that she had found something special—something that went beyond the physical.
Yeji's eyes remained tightly shut as Y/n picked her up, the weight of his cum still inside her. She felt his strong arms wrap around her, cradling her against his warm, naked chest. His heartbeat was steady, a reassuring rhythm that seemed to sync with her own racing pulse. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer.
As they stumbled back towards the tent, the cool early morning air kissed her flushed skin, sending shivers down her spine. Yet the warmth from his body, and the slickness between her thighs, kept her in a haze of pleasure. She felt his fingers slip down to her pussy, sliding through the wetness that still coated her from their encounter by the lake.
Y/n began to finger her with purpose, his movements slow and deliberate. Yeji gasped, her body responding immediately to his touch. She could feel the cum trickling out of her, mixing with her arousal, creating a delicious mess that only seemed to excite him more. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Her hips rolled against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. The sensation was almost too much—the combination of his cum inside her and his fingers outside was overwhelming. Yet she couldn't help but push into his touch, eager for the release she knew was coming.
The walk to the tent was a blur of sensation. Each step he took sent waves of pleasure through her, her pussy clenching around his fingers. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breath hitching in her chest. And just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt it—another orgasm ripping through her, making her entire body convulse.
Her legs tightened around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came, her pussy spasming around his fingers. "Ahh, Y/n," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.
He chuckled, his breath warm against her neck. "I told you I wasn't done," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. Yeji couldn't help but smile, even as her body trembled with aftershocks. He had proven to be more than she had ever imagined, a lover who knew exactly how to push her limits and give her what she needed.
They reached the tent, and he gently laid her down on the sleeping bag. The fabric was cool against her overheated skin, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. Yeji's eyes remained closed, her chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. She was spent, her body still pulsing with the aftermath of their love making.
Yet she felt his hand move between her legs once again, his touch gentle as he began to clean her up. The tender gesture made her heart swell, filling her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the physical. "You're amazing," she murmured, her voice still thick with passion.
Y/n chuckled, the sound low and intimate in the early morning quiet. He slid his fingers inside her, his touch now more exploratory than demanding. Yeji's eyes shot open, and she watched as he brought his glistening hand to his mouth, licking away the evidence of their night together. The sight was so erotic she could feel herself getting wet again.
He leaned over her, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice a soft growl that sent a shiver down her spine. Yeji nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wider in invitation. He didn't need any more encouragement—his mouth was on her, his tongue swirling around her clit with a skill that had her arching off the sleeping bag.
The sensation was exquisite, his tongue and teeth bringing her to the brink again. Yeji's nails dug into the fabric, her body tensing as the orgasm built. "I'm going to come," she panted, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Look at me," he ordered, his voice firm. Yeji opened her eyes to find him watching her, his gaze intense. She didn't know why, but his demand made the moment even more intense. She locked eyes with him as her body began to convulse, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
He didn't stop, even as she came, his tongue lapping at her pussy, tasting her release. Yeji's body was a symphony of sensation, each stroke of his tongue a new note in the crescendo of pleasure. And when she thought she couldn't possibly take anymore, he slid two fingers into her, curling them in a way that made her scream his name.
Yeji's orgasm was so intense she could feel it in every part of her body, a pulsing heat that seemed to radiate from her core. "Oh my god," she gasped, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe.
Y/n pulled back, a smug smile playing on his lips. He leaned down to kiss her, his mouth tasting of her, and she eagerly devoured him. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much to handle—the way their bodies were entwined, the way they moved together as if they had been doing this forever.
Yeji's eyes fluttered open as the sun kissed her face, the light filtering through the tent's fabric. She felt a gentle pressure against her, and she realized that Y/n was still inside her, his cock half-hard and nestled in the warmth of her pussy. She stretched languidly, her muscles protesting the movement, reminding her of the marathon they had shared through the night.
"Mm," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. "What time is it?"
"Afternoon," he replied, his voice lazy and satisfied. "You've been out for a while."
Her eyes widened in shock, and she sat up abruptly, the sleeping bag pooling around her waist. "What?!"
Yeji's friends were sitting around the campfire, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories, when she emerged from the tent, her cheeks flushed and her body still humming with the aftermath of their passion. They all turned to look at her, their eyes widening in surprise before breaking into peals of laughter.
"What?" she asked again, her voice filled with confusion.
"Looks like someone had a busy night," Lia teased, her eyes flicking down to the evidence of their encounter still glistening between Yeji's legs.
Yuna elbowed her playfully. "Be nice, she's obviously still in a daze."
Ryujin and Chaeryeong couldn't hold back their grins. "Someone's got a glow about her," Ryujin said.
Yeji's eyes went wide as she looked down, and she screeched, slapping her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god," she mumbled, her face burning with embarrassment. She had never been so exposed in front of her friends, and the realization was mortifying. She quickly scrambled to pull on her clothes, the fabric sticking slightly to her still-damp skin.
Her friends watched her, their laughter subsiding into snickers as they realized her predicament. "It's okay, we all knew you'd hit it off," Chaeryeong said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Besides, you both looked pretty happy when we saw you coming back."
"Yeah, we figured you'd be in for a wild night," Lia added with a wink, passing her a stick to roast a marshmallow. "So, spill the tea. How was it?"
Yeji couldn't help but grin, her embarrassment fading into a warm glow of satisfaction. "It was... amazing," she admitted, her voice still a little breathless. "Better than I ever imagined."
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"You're up next, Yunjin," the director called out, his voice slicing through the muggy summer air. The bustle of the film crew around her grew distant as she stepped into the spotlight. Sweat trickled down her neck, sticking her shirt to her skin like a second layer of glue.
Yunjin took a deep breath and focused on the beat of the music pumping through her earphones. She had practiced this routine a hundred times in the mirror, but the pressure of the cameras and the expectant gazes of the group made her heart hammer like a drum in her chest. She closed her eyes for a moment, blocking out the chaos, and when she opened them, she saw the text from her manager, Y/N, again. "Can u come to my car, i need to tell u something." The words danced in front of her like a mirage, taunting her.
With a furtive glance at the director, she made a split-second decision. She mouthed an apology to her groupmates and dashed off the set, the clack of her heels echoing down the alley. The car was parked at the end, a sleek black sedan that had become a second home over the months of their relentless schedule. She could see his silhouette through the tinted windows, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, the orange ember burning like a beacon.
Her heart was racing as she opened the door and slipped into the cool, leather embrace of the passenger seat. The scent of smoke and cologne filled the air, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. "What do you want to tell?" she said, her voice wavering slightly.
Y/N turned to her, his eyes dark and unreadable. For a moment, she thought he might actually have some news about their upcoming tour or maybe a surprise visit from the record label. But instead, he leaned in and kissed her, his cigarette dropping to the floor mat with a hiss. Yunjin's thoughts froze as she processed the suddenness of his action. She'd never seen this side of him before, and the warmth of his mouth on hers sent a jolt of surprise through her body.
But she didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned into it, her own stress and pent-up desires taking over. The kiss grew more urgent, his hands tangling in her hair as she gripped the armrest, their breaths mingling in the close quarters of the car. The fabric of their clothes whispered together, the sound a stark contrast to the loud silence that enveloped them. Yunjin's body responded in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying, her skin tingling with a heat that had nothing to do with the sticky weather outside.
Breaking away, he whispered, "You're so beautiful." His hands slid down to her shoulders, his thumbs brushing the exposed skin of her collarbone. The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but wonder what had brought this on. Was it the intensity of their work, or something else entirely? The question hovered at the edge of her mind, but she didn't dare voice it, afraid to ruin the moment.
He reached for the hem of her shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. She watched as his eyes widened with excitement when he saw the bare skin of her stomach. Her heart hammered in her ears as his fingers traced a line up to her breasts, teasing the fabric of her bra. The anticipation was almost too much to handle, her body already humming with need. She hadn't felt this alive in weeks, not with the constant pressure of perfecting their performances and meeting endless demands.
As Y/N's hands grew bolder, Yunjin felt a mix of emotions - fear of getting caught, confusion about the sudden turn of events, but mostly, a fierce, unbridled craving for more. Her own hands found his face, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as she straddled him on the plush seat. The engine of the car hummed beneath them, a steady rhythm that mirrored the beating of their hearts. The world outside the tinted windows faded away, leaving only the two of them and the electric tension that crackled in the air.
With a gentle tug, he peeled her shirt off her shoulders, revealing her lacy bra. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight, and he leaned in to kiss the spot just above the fabric. She gasped, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. Her hands trembled as she reached behind her to unclasp the bra, letting it fall away. His warm palms cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her hardened nipples. The heat of his touch sent bolts of sensation through her, and she couldn't help but arch into his hand.
Yunjin's skin was sticky with sweat and desire as she leaned back into the seat, her breaths coming in shallow pants. He kissed his way down her body, peeling off her tight jeans and panties in one fluid motion. She was laid bare before him, her pussy swollen and glistening in the dim light. His eyes roamed over her, and she felt his gaze like a caress, leaving her skin alight with anticipation. The sight of his hunger for her was intoxicating.
Her nipples were bright pink, peaked like cherries at the end of a warm summer's day, begging to be tasted. He took one into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure. She moaned, her back arching off the seat, her hands clutching at his hair. He switched to the other one, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she gasped. The pleasure was exquisite, a perfect balance of pain and pleasure that had her legs trembling.
Her pussy was meaty, the skin a deep, flushed red that spoke of desire. He kissed his way down her body, his breath hot against her skin. His tongue traced the delicate folds, and she quivered under his touch. His fingers slipped inside her, exploring her wetness with a gentle insistence that had her hips rocking against his hand. He groaned against her, the vibration sending a fresh wave of heat through her. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but also so powerful.
"Keep going, your mouth is so good," she gasped, the words spilling out of her like a confession. His tongue circled her clit, teasing it mercilessly until she was panting. Her fingers curled into the leather of the seat, her body tightening with the beginnings of an orgasm. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her body sing with pleasure.
He looked up at her, a smug smile playing on his lips before he plunged his tongue deep inside her. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled by his mouth. Her pussy build the pressure until she was sure she couldn't take anymore. "I'm gonna cum, Y/N," she whimpered, the words barely coherent. "Is it okay to squirt?"
"Just do it, Yunjin," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. And with those simple words, the dam burst. Her body convulsed as she came hard, her juices spurting out and soaking the seat beneath her. The scream that tore from her throat was primal, echoing in the confined space of the car. She had never been so uninhibited, never felt so alive.
He didn't stop though. If anything, the feel of her squirting around his fingers only spurred him on. He began to pump his hand in earnest, his two digits sliding in and out of her slick channel with an ease that spoke of experience. She could feel herself tightening around him, her orgasm still riding her like a wild wave. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to end.
"Yes, Y/N," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "Right there, keep touching it." He chuckled against her skin, his breath hot and heavy. He knew just where to touch her to send her over the edge again, and he wasn't about to let her down. His thumb found her clit once more, rubbing it in a slow, circular motion that had her bucking her hips against him.
Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth parted in a silent scream as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. The squirt grew more intense, spraying against his hand and the leather seat. It was a mess, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All she knew was the exquisite sensation of his tongue swirling around her clit, his fingers still pumping in and out of her. The warmth of his breath against her skin only added to the sensory overload.
"Three squirt," she heard him murmur, his voice a low rumble in his chest. She could feel another climax building, her body a tight coil ready to snap. "Four squirt," he said, and she lost count as the contractions took over. Her pussy clenched around his digits, her squirts becoming a continuous flow as she rode the waves of pleasure. She had never felt like this before, never knew she could.
Her body was a symphony of sensation, each touch and kiss a note that played in time with the pulse of the bass outside the car. She could feel the vibrations of the music video shoot through the pavement and up into her very core. The world outside didn't matter; all that existed was the rhythm of his hand and the warmth of his mouth.
Yunjin's pussy was a machine of pleasure, squirting in time with his expert ministrations. Each pulse of her orgasm was a gush of wetness that soaked the seat, a testament to the power of his touch. Her legs were trembling, her muscles quivering as she rode the waves of ecstasy. She could feel herself growing wetter with each passing second, her body responding to his every command.
"Fuckk so much squirt from ur mouth and fingers," she moaned, her voice thick with arousal. She had never been so vocal before, but something about the way he played her body like an instrument brought out a side of her she didn't know existed. It was raw and primal, and it was exhilarating.
He sat up, his eyes gleaming with lust. He unzipped his pants, revealing his hard cock, which stood at attention like a soldier waiting for his orders. Yunjin couldn't help but stare, her mouth watering at the sight. She had never felt so hungry for someone, so desperate to feel them inside her. "Please," she begged, "just fuck me already. I can't wait anymore."
But Y/N had other plans. He reached over to the center console and pulled out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip before leaning back down to her pussy. The coolness of the liquid on her sensitive skin made her jump, and she watched in amazement as he began to rub the water onto her clit with his thumb. The sensation was strange, but it soon gave way to a new kind of pleasure as the water mixed with her juices. He worked her clit in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Wait," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I want to make you squirt five times again before I fuck you."
And with that, his mouth returned to her pussy, his tongue dancing over her clit while his fingers plunged in and out of her wetness. Yunjin's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tightening around his hand. He was relentless, his mouth working her clit like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. She could feel her pussy clench and release, a symphony of pleasure that had her toes curling.
"One," she gasped, her voice trembling as she felt the first spurt of wetness. "Two," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. The squirts grew stronger, her body convulsing with each wave of ecstasy. "Three, four..." she lost count as the orgasms rolled through her, each one more intense than the last. She could feel herself getting wetter, the squirts turning into a torrent that soaked his hand and the car seat beneath her.
Yunjin was panting, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. But He wasn't done yet. He sat up, his hand still buried in her pussy, and leaned over to grab the bottle of water again. He brought it to her mouth, tilting it so that the cool liquid spilled over her tongue and down her throat. The contrast of the cold water against her burning desire was exquisite. "Five," she whispered, her eyes glazed with lust.
And then, with a final, powerful thrust of his fingers, she felt it - the fifth orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. Her pussy clenched around his hand, spraying water and juices everywhere. She screamed his name, the sound echoing through the car. He watched her with a mix of awe and satisfaction, his own arousal palpable in the tense air.
"I want you to suck my dick," He said, his voice strained with need. "But we don't have enough time."
Yunjin nodded, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. She knew the risks of getting caught, but she couldn't deny the desperate craving to feel him inside her. "It's okay," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "Just fuck me now."
With a feral growl, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock slick with her juices. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, sprawled out on the car seat, her chest heaving and her pussy glistening with need. Then, without further warning, he pushed inside her, his cock sliding in easily due to her squirts. Yunjin's eyes went wide as she felt the stretch, the sensation of fullness that was so overwhelming it was almost too much to handle.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, the initial penetration sending her soaring over the edge once more. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she came, her muscles contracting in a delicious symphony of pleasure. He groaned, the feel of her tight pussy milking him almost pushing him over the edge.
"Why you so sensitive?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Do you need it this bad?"
"Your cock is just so fucking big," Yunjin managed to gasp, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt every inch of him fill her up. It was true; his size was something she had never experienced before. It was almost painful, but in the most exquisite way. Her pussy stretched around him, the sensation of being so utterly filled sending her over the edge again.
"I can feel it," she whispered, her voice barely a murmur. "Your cock is touching every corner of my pussy." His eyes darkened with desire at her words, his grip on her hips tightening as he began to thrust in earnest. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the car, punctuating the quiet night air outside. The leather of the seat squeaked beneath her as he fucked her hard and fast, each stroke pushing her closer to another orgasm.
Her squirts grew more intense, her pussy contracting around his shaft like a vice. It was as if her body was trying to milk him dry, to pull every ounce of cum from him. Yunjin's moans grew louder with each thrust, her voice hoarse from the screams of pleasure that had torn from her throat. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. The way he claimed her, so rough and unyielding, it was as if he owned her, as if she was nothing more than a toy for his amusement.
Yet even as her body responded to him, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. This wasn't supposed to happen, not with her manager, not when they had a music video to finish. But the feeling was quickly drowned out by the fire that raged through her veins, the need to feel him deeper, to come again and again.
Her legs were trembling, her body slick with sweat and desire. Each squirt seemed to come more easily now, her pussy gushing like a fountain each time he hit that perfect spot. He groaned, his movements growing more erratic as he felt her tighten around him, her orgasms pushing him closer to the edge. "You're so good, Yunjin," he panted, his hips slamming into her with a ferocity that was almost scary. "So fucking good."
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could only manage a breathy "Ahh..." as he brought her to climax after climax. It was as if her body had become a machine solely designed for his pleasure, each squirt a testament to his skill. The car rocked with their movements, the leather seat sticking to her skin as she bucked and writhed beneath him. The world outside had faded away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of lust and passion.
His grip on her hips grew bruising, his thrusts deep and punishing. He was relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure, pushing her to heights she had never dreamed of. And she was powerless to stop it, her body responding to his every demand. Her pussy was a fountain of desire, squirting uncontrollably with each stroke of his cock. The sound of their lovemaking filled the car, a symphony of wetness and passion.
Her orgasms came in waves, one after the other, each more intense than the last. She could do nothing but gasp and moan, her voice reduced to a series of breathless "Ahhhs" that seemed to fuel his lust. His eyes were locked on hers, watching her unravel beneath him with a hunger that was almost frightening. But she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, the way her body responded to his touch.
Yunjin's pussy was a fountain, a never-ending source of wetness that only grew more intense with each thrust. She could feel it gushing out of her, soaking the seat, the fabric of her panties sticking to her skin. The sight of her own juices pooling around his cock was too much to handle, and she squirted again, the force of it pushing him deeper inside her. "Ahh, yes," she moaned, her back arching as she gave herself over to the pleasure.
Her eyes squeezed shut, she could only manage to breathe out the word, "More." Her body was a playground for his desires, and he took full advantage, his hips pistoning into her with a rhythm that was as mesmerizing as it was punishing. Each time she thought she had reached her peak, he pushed her further, his cock hitting that magical spot that had her squirting uncontrollably.
Yunjin's pussy had become a machine, churning out a deluge of liquid with each powerful thrust. The sound of her squirts filled the car, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to crescendo with every gasp and moan that she couldn't hold back. Her thighs were slick with her own juices, the sticky mess a testament to the intensity of their passion.
All she could do was let out a breathy "Ahh," over and over again, her body no longer under her own control. Each time he pulled out, she felt the emptiness keenly, only to be filled once more by his thick, pulsing cock. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, eagerly welcoming him back with a fresh spray of wetness. Her orgasms were a blur, each one more intense than the last.
Her pussy was a fountain, a never-ending stream of liquid desire that soaked the seat beneath her. The leather stuck to her skin, the fabric of her clothes plastered to her body as she squirted in a rhythm that matched the beat of the music thumping outside the car. The sight was mesmerizing, a visual symphony of passion that had her mind reeling.
"Why haven't you cum yet?" she panted, desperation lacing her voice. Yunjin's body was on fire, each pulse of pleasure making her want more. She could feel the tension coiling in his body, his muscles tight with the effort of holding back. It was a delicious torment, knowing she could push him over the edge at any moment.
"What do u mean, Yunjin?" he asked, a hint of frustration in his tone. "We just began fucking for 10 minutes."
"It's just..." she panted, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "It feels so good, every part of me wants you to keep going. But, I can't help but wonder if it's because I've been holding back for too long."
Y/N chuckled, the sound deep and rich in his throat. "Don't flatter yourself, Yunjin," he said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire. "It's not just you. I'm a man with needs, and you have a very... responsive body. It's like you're made to make me feel this good."
He leaned in for another kiss, his teeth grazing her bottom lip before delving back into her mouth. His hands roamed her body, squeezing and caressing, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She felt his cock pulse against her inner thigh, the head slick with her juices. The pressure was building inside her once again, a coil of need that threatened to snap.
"I don't have the stamina of a monster," he murmured against her neck, his breath hot and ragged. "But it's because of you, Yunjin. Your pussy is so fucking sensitive, so slutty. It's like it's begging for more."
Yunjin felt a blush creep up her neck, a mix of embarrassment and excitement. His words were crude, but the truth in them was undeniable. She had never been with someone who could make her feel like this, who could coax so much pleasure from her with such ease. Her body was his playground, and she was more than happy to let him explore every inch.
"Are you having enough of squirting, Yunjin?" he asked, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine. She bit her lip, trying to form a coherent response. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "It's just... it's never been like this before."
Her eyes were indeed going blurry from the overwhelming sensations, and her mind was a haze of pleasure. Each squirt felt like a release of pent-up tension, a pressure valve letting out a flood of desire. "It's okay," she murmured, "keep going."
His strokes grew more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Yunjin could feel his cock swelling inside her, the head rubbing against her G-spot with each powerful thrust. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, urging him on. Her pussy was a vice, squeezing him tightly with each contraction.
"I think I have enough of squirt," she gasped, her voice strained. "I can't take it anymore." Her mind was indeed a blank canvas, the only color being the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her. Her eyes were glazed over, the world around her fading to a blur as she focused solely on the feeling of his cock pounding into her.
"Where do you want me to cum, Yunjin?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "In your mouth? On your tits? Or do you want me to fill your pussy up?"
"In my pussy," she breathed, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. The words were a declaration, a silent admission of the depth of her craving for him. She felt her pussy clench around his cock, her body begging for release.
Y/N groaned, his control slipping as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. He was a man on a mission, each stroke aimed at filling her to the brim. The car rocked in time with their movements, the windows steaming up as the night outside grew darker. His eyes were wild, his face a mask of pure, unbridled lust.
Yunjin's pussy clamped down on him, her muscles spasming with every thrust. She was close, so close to another mind-shattering climax. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on. "Cum in me," she whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of their skin slapping together. "I want to feel it, all of it."
His eyes narrowed with determination. He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices, and flipped her onto her stomach. He spread her legs wide, exposing her pink, swollen pussy to the cool air of the car. With a growl, he plunged back in, his strokes frantic and wild. She was so tight, so wet, that every inch of him was coated in her squirt. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pressure that was driving him to the brink.
He knew he didn't have much time; the film crew would be looking for her soon. The thought only spurred him on, the thrill of the forbidden mixing with the need to mark her as his own. He reached under her, his hand finding her clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, his fingers coated in her juices. The sound of her wetness filled the car, the slap of his hips against her ass a rhythm that matched the beat of the music outside.
Yunjin's squirts grew more frequent, her pussy gushing around his cock with every stroke. She was close, so close to the edge, but he wasn't going to let her fall over just yet. He wanted to feel her tighten around him as he came, to know that he had pushed her to the brink of pleasure and beyond.
With the powerful thrust, he hit her G-spot, and she let out a scream that was muffled by the seat. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, her juices spraying all over his cock and balls. Y/N could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls growing to almost unbearable levels. He leaned over, his hand still working her clit as he whispered in her ear, "Take it all, baby. Take every drop."
Her pussy was a fountain of pleasure, a never-ending geyser of squirt that coated his cock with her desire. He could feel her muscles clench around him, her body begging for more. "Cum for me, Yunjin," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "I want to feel you milk me dry."
With each stroke, she could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body wound tight with anticipation. Her squirts had become a steady stream, soaking the car seat beneath her and making the leather stick to her skin. She gripped the edge of the seat, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. "Fuck me, Y/N," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me until you fill me up."
His grip on her hips tightened, his pace increasing. His cock was a relentless force, driving into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, a delicious sensation that only added to the pressure building inside her. His breath grew ragged in her ear, his teeth nipping at her neck as he approached his climax. "I'm going to cum," he grunted, his voice strained with effort. "I'm going to fill you up."
Yunjin's body responded to his words, her pussy clenching around him like a fist. She could feel the hot pulse of his cock, the precursor to his release. The thought of his sperm filling her up was almost too much to bear, pushing her over the edge once again. Her squirts grew more intense, the car seat beneath her a soggy mess of desire.
With a final, powerful thrust, Y/N released, his hot cum spurting deep inside her. He groaned, his entire body tensing as he emptied himself into her welcoming depths. Yunjin felt the warmth spread through her, a feeling of completion that was as overwhelming as the orgasms that had come before. Her pussy spasmed around him, her squirt mixing with his cum in a delicious mess that coated his cock.
"I can feel it," she whispered, her voice shaky with pleasure. "Your sperm so full in my womb." The words sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching with the last remnants of his orgasm. He had never heard anything so erotic in his life, and the knowledge that he had claimed her so completely had him feeling like a king.
Yunjin's breath was indeed heavy and short, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink. She was a vision of beauty and wanton lust, and he couldn't believe she was all his. Slowly, he pulled out his cock, the sound of their mingled wetness filling the car.
He leaned back, his chest heaving, and watched her for a moment, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then, with a smirk, he said, "Thanks, Y/N. I'll go back to shooting again."
His eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and he reached out to grab her hand before she could move. "Hold on, it's not over yet, Yunjin," he murmured, his voice still thick with lust. "I want you to ride me this time."
With surprising agility, Yunjin repositioned herself above his lap.
Her legs trembled as she straddled him, his cock standing tall and proud, still slick with their combined juices. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving his as she reached down to guide him back inside her. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance, and she gasped at the feeling of fullness that washed over her again.
Without warning, Y/N grabbed her hips and pulled her down, impaling her on his shaft in one swift motion. Yunjin's eyes went wide, a high-pitched squeal escaping her lips as she felt him fill her up completely. The suddenness of it all was shocking, but oh so delicious. Her pussy clenched around him, eager to feel every inch of his length.
"Fuck," she screamed, her voice echoing in the small confines of the car. "You're so deep, it feels like you're hitting my womb."
Her body began to quiver, her legs shaking as she struggled to keep herself upright. She felt the pressure building again, the familiar sensation of an orgasm approaching. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw it back, her pussy spasming around his cock. He watched in amazement as she began to squirt once more, her juices drenching him and the car seat beneath them.
"Fuck," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "That feels so good, Y/N. I love you."
The words hung in the air, a declaration that neither of them had expected. His eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt, but all he found was a mirror of the desire and affection that burned within him. He leaned in to kiss her, his mouth claiming hers in a fiery embrace that stole the very air from her lungs. "I love you too," he whispered, the words a gentle caress against her swollen lips.
With newfound determination, Yunjin began to ride him, her hips moving in a sensual dance that had his cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy. She was a vision of beauty and passion, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her hair a wild cascade of silk that framed her flushed face. His hands roamed her body, his fingers digging into her hips as he guided her movements, urging her to take him deeper, to show him just how much she craved his touch.
Her eyes closed, her mouth formed a perfect O as she took him in, her walls tightening around him like a glove. She was in her element, her body moving with an instinctual rhythm that seemed to have been programmed just for this moment. And as she moved, her breasts swayed, begging for attention. He couldn't resist the temptation.
He leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Yunjin's eyes shot open, her back arching as a fresh wave of pleasure crashed over her. He sucked hard, drawing a gasp from her, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she rode him with a newfound ferocity.
Her pussy spasmed around his cock, a fresh squirt of juices coating him as she neared another orgasm. With each movement, she could feel the pressure building, her body begging for release. His eyes never left hers, his gaze intense and unwavering as he watched her unravel. He knew she was close, and the anticipation was killing him.
He reached up, his hand wrapping around her neck in a gentle yet commanding grip. His thumb stroked the pulse point, feeling the rapid beat of her heart as she rode him. His other hand found its way to her clit, his fingers moving in a slow, deliberate circle. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her squirt even more.
Her eyes snapped open when the sound of her phone ringing pierced through the haze of lust. It was the cameramen, their anxious voices crackling through the speaker. "Yunjin, where are you?" they called out, their words a stark reminder of the world outside their passionate bubble.
His eyes widened with excitement, his grip on her neck tightening ever so slightly. "Give me your phone," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. Without hesitation, Yunjin handed over the device, her eyes never leaving his.
He took the phone, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he accepted the call. "What's the problem, guys?" he said, his voice deceptively calm. On the screen, the cameramen's faces were a picture of frustration and worry. "Yunjin's just busy with another shoot right now, a porn shoot"
Yunjin's eyes widened in shock, but before she could protest, he flipped the phone to show her riding him, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her pussy was still spasming around his cock, and the sight of her in such an exposed and vulnerable position was too much for her to handle. She squirted again, her body betraying her in the most delicious way.
The cameramen's voices grew louder, their concern morphing into shock and excitement as they realized what was happening. He held the phone out, his thumb hovering over the speaker button. "Do you want them to hear you cum, Yunjin?" he whispered, his voice a seductive taunt. "Should we give them a little show?"
Yunjin's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the thought of being watched, of having an audience to her pleasure. The phone vibrated in his hand, and she felt a new pressure building inside her. Her pussy was a furnace, the heat of their combined lust threatening to consume them both.
Her protests died on her lips as he pushed the button, the sounds of their passion now echoing through the phone's speaker. The cameramen's gasps and murmurs of approval were like a drug, making her body even more responsive to his touch. She could feel the camera's eyes on her, watching every move she made, and it only served to heighten her arousal.
Her pussy was a furnace, her squirts coming in a steady flow that soaked the car seat beneath them. Each stroke of his cock sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, and she could feel the tension building once more. Her body was a symphony of sensation, every nerve ending singing with desire. His hand remained firm on her neck, his grip just shy of painful, as he continued to pump into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
Yunjin's eyes flickered to the phone, the sight of her fellow groupmates' faces watching her on screen only fueling her passion. She wanted to protest, to tell them to stop, but the words were lost in the haze of pleasure that consumed her. Instead, she leaned back, her breasts thrusting towards the camera, a silent invitation for them to watch. The thought of their eyes on her, seeing her in this vulnerable, wanton state, was a thrill she hadn't anticipated.
"I can't stop squirting, Y/N's dick is so big," she screamed, her voice raw with passion. Her pussy was a fountain around him, her juices glistening in the dim car light as they continued to fuck. The camera feed was a blur of skin and movement, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. His smile grew wider as he watched her reaction, his cock swelling even further at the sound of his name on her lips.
Her walls were tightening around him, each spurt of her orgasm gripping him like a glove, the sensation unlike anything he had ever felt. His own climax was approaching, but he held back, wanting to savor the feeling of her tightness, her wetness, her desperation for his cock. "Look at them," he murmured, tilting the phone so she could see the groupmates' faces, their eyes wide with shock and excitement. "They're watching you, Yunjin. They know how much of a slut you are for me."
Her eyes went wide with a mix of mortification and arousal, and she threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust as she screamed out his name. "Y/N, your dick is so big, I can't stop squirting," she moaned, the words a desperate plea for more. The camera crew's voices grew louder, their encouragement spurring them on like a twisted cheering squad. The thrill of being watched was intoxicating, a heady mix of power and vulnerability that had her pussy contracting around him with renewed force.
His hand tightened around her neck, his other hand now gripping her hip, guiding her movements with a roughness that she found oddly reassuring. He was in control, and she was his to take. Her breath hitched as she felt another orgasm building, the pressure in her abdomen growing to a crescendo. "Do it," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Make me cum for them."
He didn't need any further encouragement. With a savage growl, he bucked his hips up, his cock slamming into her with a force that made her entire body shake. The car rocked with the intensity of their lovemaking, the windows fogging up completely as the outside world was forgotten. The music from the set outside had turned into a faint background melody, a rhythmic pulse that matched the beating of their hearts.
Yunjin's pussy was a vice around him, her muscles rippling and spasming as she squirted over and over. He could feel the heat of her, the tightness of her, the way she clung to him like a lifeline as he brought her closer to the edge. His strokes grew deeper, more powerful, each one pushing her closer to the brink. And as she watched the stunned faces of her groupmates on the screen, she realized that she didn't care.
Her body was his playground, and she was more than willing to perform for their eager eyes. The knowledge that they were watching, that they could see her in this raw, primal state, only served to make her more desperate for his cum. She braced herself, her hands gripping the headrest as she bounced on his cock, her juices soaking them both.
He could feel his orgasm approaching again, the tension in his balls almost painful. He watched the screen, the sight of her squirting for their cameramen's eyes making him growl with possessive lust. His hand moved to her clit, his fingers working it with the precision of a maestro, bringing her closer to the crescendo that would match his own.
"When I cum, you squirt for me," he said, his voice a dark promise. His words sent a shiver through her body, her pussy clenching around him in anticipation. He knew she was close, her breathing had turned into pants, and her eyes were squeezed shut as she rode him.
"Yes," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll squirt for you, Y/N. I'll show everyone how much I want you." The idea of being so open, so exposed, was terrifying, but she couldn't deny the thrill it brought. Her body was no longer her own; it was a vessel for his pleasure.
He leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered, "Good girl." His hand tightened on her neck, his other hand guiding her hips to match his rhythm. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed with each powerful thrust. His cock was a steel rod inside her, filling her completely, stretching her to the point of pain and back to pleasure again.
"Fuck, your pussy's so tight," he groaned, his voice a mix of awe and lust. "I'm going to cum deep inside you, mark you as mine." The words were like a spell, and she felt herself respond, her pussy clamping down around him as if to pull him closer. "Fuckk ur cum is so good, Y/N," she panted, her words a desperate plea for more.
With a growl, he thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing with his orgasm. She felt his warm seed spurt into her, filling her up to the brim. The sensation was overwhelming, and she let out a scream that was part pleasure, part pain, part love. Her pussy contracted around him, milking every drop from his cock, and she squirted once more, the force of it so strong it sprayed onto the car windows.
Y/N pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He was still hard, still eager, but he knew that this was a moment to savor. He leaned back in his seat, panting, and pointed the camera at her soaking wet pussy. The sight was obscene, beautiful, and utterly intoxicating. Yunjin's eyes widened with shock as she realized what he was doing, but she couldn't find it in herself to be embarrassed. Instead, she lay back against the car seat, her legs spread wide, and allowed him to film her in all her post-coital glory.
"Look what I've done to Yunjin," he said, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're so fucking beautiful when you squirt." He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste the remnants of their shared passion. The phone was still recording, the camera capturing every moment of their intimacy, broadcasting it to their unknowing groupmates and crew.
Her makeup was indeed a mess, smudged and running down her cheeks in rivulets. Her hair was a tangled mess around her face, a wild halo of desire that framed her flushed features. Yunjin couldn't help the feeling of pride that swelled within her; she was his creation, a masterpiece of lust that no one else could claim. Her pussy was still gaping, the 'O' of her lips swollen and red from his relentless attention. And she could feel his cum, thick and warm, slowly leaking out of her, a testament to their shared climax.
The phone in his hand was forgotten for a moment, the live feed still broadcasting their intimate moments to the shocked crew. The cameramen stared, slack-jawed, at the screen, their eyes glued to the sight of Yunjin's squirt-soaked pussy. The other groupmates had gathered around, a mix of horror and fascination playing across their faces as they watched their manager claim her in such a primal way.
The members of Lesserafim voice was the first to break the silence, thier eyes glued to the phone. "Yunjin, can we get fucked like you?" Their murmured, their voice filled with awe. The question hung in the air, thick with the scent of desire and curiosity. Yunjin's heart skipped a beat as she stared at the screen, her thoughts racing. The idea of sharing this intense pleasure with her group was both terrifying and exhilarating.
With a smoldering gaze, Yunjin leaned into the camera, her voice a seductive purr. "Of course all of you can," she said, her words dripping with promise. She watched as the shock on their faces turned to excitement, their eyes sparkling with the same hunger she felt.
He smirked, his hand sliding down to her still-quivering pussy. "But not until we're done here," he added, his thumb swiping through the mess they had made together. He could feel her tense up at the thought of sharing, but the excitement was palpable.
"Look at me, baby," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers as he brought his hand to his mouth, tasting her juices. "You're so fucking sweet." He knew that she was watching him, could feel her gaze on him as he licked his thumb clean, savoring her taste. The thought of her grop wanting a taste too only made him harder.
The cameramen's shouts grew louder, their voices a cacophony of lust and excitement. "Yeah, we want a turn!" one of them called out. "Please, let us fuck her too!"
His smirk widened, his eyes darkening with a predatory glint. He knew he had her full attention, and the power he wielded was a heady aphrodisiac. He turned to Yunjin, his voice a seductive whisper. "They want you," he said, his hand still playing with her sensitive folds. "Should we give them what they want?".
"Did you spill coffee on the sales report again?" Leeseo sighed, plucking a damp sheet of paper from the desk with two perfectly manicured fingers. The ink had bled into a Rorschach blot of numbers and customer names.
You groaned, swiping the ruined page from her hand. "It was an accident. The lid wasn’t on right."
Leeseo’s lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. She had that way of making even minor disasters feel trivial, like a spilled coffee was just another Tuesday. Her perfume today was subtle—something floral with a hint of citrus—unlike the heavier, muskier scents the lab kept cooking up.
The intercom buzzed. "Manager to the perfumer’s office," came the staticky voice of the receptionist. You glanced at Leeseo, who was already straightening the clutter on your desk with efficient flicks of her wrist. "Better not keep them waiting," she said.
The perfumer’s office smelled like a botanical garden had exploded. Vials and bottles lined the shelves, each labeled in messy, hurried script. The perfumer—a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair—leaned over a small glass bottle, his magnifying goggles making his eyes comically large. "Ah, good. Sit."
You perched on the edge of the chair, eyeing the bottle. "New prototype?"
He grinned, holding it up to the light. The liquid inside shimmered gold. "Oh, it’s more than that. This one’s *special*."
"Special how?" you asked, leaning closer. The liquid swirled as the perfumer uncorked the bottle—just a fraction—letting a scent drift into the air. It was dizzying, like ripe peaches dipped in honey and something darker underneath, a pulse of heat that made your throat tighten involuntarily.
The perfumer's grin widened, his goggles catching the overhead light. "We call it *Euphoria*. Clinical trials suggest it’s... potent. Triggers an, ah, *acute physiological response* in the olfactory system." He wiggled his eyebrows. "You know. Libido. Through the roof."
You blinked. "You’re joking."
"Wish I was," he chuckled, setting the bottle down with exaggerated care. "First test group? Two secretaries started making out in the break room. HR had to separate them with a fire extinguisher." He rubbed his temple. "We toned down the concentration after that. Still, needs field testing before we pitch it to investors. Discreetly, of course."
Your fingers twitched toward the bottle, then stopped. "So you want me to—what? Walk around the office spraying this like air freshener?"
"Oh god, no," he said, horrified. "That’d be a lawsuit waiting to happen. No, we need *one* test subject. Someone... receptive." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Someone *pretty*. You know who I mean."
Your stomach dropped. "Leeseo."
"Leeseo has a boyfriend," you said flatly, fingers gripping the edge of the perfumer's desk. The gold liquid in the bottle seemed to glow mockingly under the lab lights.
The perfumer waved a hand, goggles sliding down his nose. "So? When she's *horny*, she won't care. That's the *point*." He leaned in, breath smelling like mint and something chemically sharp. "Just use her. Make her say she liked it. Afterward, we’ll handle the rest. This isn’t for the masses—only special clients. The kind who *don’t* go to jail." His grin was all teeth. "Neither will you."
The bottle felt unnaturally warm in your pocket as you climbed the stairs to the rooftop. You'd dabbed just a drop—*just a drop*—on your wrist before leaving the perfumer's office, and already your pulse was thrumming like you'd chugged three espressos. The scent clung to you, a whisper of peaches and honey with something darker underneath, something that made your skin prickle with awareness.
The rooftop was deserted, bathed in late afternoon sunlight that turned the concrete golden. You leaned against the railing, staring down at the city below, trying to steady your breathing. This was insane. *This was completely insane.*
Your phone buzzed. Leeseo's name flashed on the screen.
"Hey," you said, forcing your voice into something resembling casual. "Can you come up to the rooftop? There's something I want to talk about."
A pause. Then, in that same measured tone she used when she corrected your expense reports: "Right now?"
"Yeah. It's—" You swallowed. "It's important."
Another pause. "Okay. Be there in five."
The line went dead. You exhaled, rubbing your wrist where you'd dabbed the perfume. The scent was stronger now—cloying, intoxicating—and your pulse was hammering in your throat. *What the hell am I doing?*
The rooftop door creaked open behind you. Leeseo stepped out, her heels clicking against the concrete. She'd pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, strands escaping around her face in the breeze. Her blouse was wrinkled at the sleeves—she must have been in the middle of something when you called.
"You ruined the sales report," she said by way of greeting, crossing her arms. "Again."
You forced a laugh. "Yeah. Sorry."
Leeseo tilted her head, studying you. Her nose wrinkled slightly—*she could smell it.* "Are you... wearing cologne?"
The breeze carried the scent between you—peaches, honey, something darker. Her pupils dilated, just for a second. You saw the exact moment it hit her: the flutter of her pulse in her throat, the way her fingers twitched against her sleeves.
"You wanted to talk?" she asked, but her voice was thicker now.
"Yeah." You stepped closer. Too close. The perfume was a live wire between you, sparking in the air. "About—"
*About what? About how you were supposed to test a chemical weapon disguised as perfume on her? About how the perfumer had grinned like a mad scientist when he handed you the bottle?*
The words died in your throat as Leeseo's fingers brushed against her collarbone—a nervous habit she only had during investor meetings or when her boyfriend texted during work hours. Except her phone wasn’t out. And this wasn’t a meeting.
"You were saying?" she prompted, but her gaze had dropped to your mouth. The rooftop breeze toyed with the hem of her skirt, and she didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she didn’t care.
"Right." You cleared your throat, scrambling for small talk. "The, uh. The weather’s nice."
Leeseo blinked slowly, like she was processing a foreign language. "It’s 32 degrees," she said. A strand of hair stuck to her neck, damp with sweat. "You dragged me up here to talk about *heatstroke*?"
You grinned despite yourself. "You’re the one wearing a blazer in July."
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons—once, twice—before giving up entirely. "I was in a meeting," she muttered, but the protest sounded distant, like she was arguing out of habit rather than conviction. The perfume hung between you, thickening the air.
She took a half-step closer, and you caught the way her breath hitched when the scent curled around her. "Actually," she said abruptly, "I think the AC’s broken in the west wing. The vents keep—" Her hand twitched toward her throat again, then froze mid-motion. She was staring at your wrist where you’d dabbed the perfume, her lips slightly parted.
"Vents?" you prompted.
She blinked rapidly. "Vents. Yes. They’re... humming." Her fingers flexed at her sides, restless. "It’s distracting."
You resisted the urge to glance at your watch. How long had it been? Five minutes? The perfumer hadn’t given you a timeline—just a smug assurance that you’d *know* when it worked.
Leeseo tugged at her collar. "Did you—" She cut herself off, shaking her head. "Never mind."
"No, what?"
Her gaze darted away, then back to you, lingering on your mouth again. "Did you change your shampoo or something?" Her voice was deliberately casual, but her fingers were knotting the fabric of her skirt.
"Same old drugstore stuff," you lied. The breeze carried the scent again, and Leeseo inhaled sharply, as if she couldn’t help herself.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her heels scraping against the concrete. "We should probably go back inside," she said.
Your hand shot out before you could think, fingers curling around Leeseo's wrist just as she turned to leave. She barely had time to gasp before you pulled her flush against you, your mouth crashing into hers with a desperation that surprised even you. For one dizzying second, she melted—her lips parting instinctively, a soft noise catching in her throat as her body arched into the contact. The taste of her lip gloss, something faintly sweet, mixed with the heated rush of the perfume clinging to your skin.
Then reality snapped back. Leeseo jerked away, palms slamming against your chest. "What the hell—I have a *boyfriend*," she hissed, but her voice wavered, her breath coming in shallow bursts. The protest sounded thin, half-hearted, like she was reciting a line she no longer believed. Her pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed a deep pink under the afternoon sun.
You didn’t answer. Instead, your fingers skimmed up the inside of her thigh, sliding beneath the hem of her skirt. The fabric was damp under your touch, and Leeseo made a strangled noise when your fingertips brushed against the lace of her panties—soaking through already. "You’re *dripping*," you murmured against her ear, feeling her shudder at the words.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her nails digging into your shoulders—not pushing you away, not pulling you closer. Just *holding on*. "This isn’t—" Her hips twitched involuntarily as your thumb pressed against her through the lace, and she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to blanch it. "We *can’t*."
But her thighs trembled when you traced the outline of her, the heat of her radiating through the flimsy barrier. The perfume was a living thing between you, coiling around her senses, muddying every thought that wasn’t *touch, more, now.*
"Nobody has to know," you murmured, lips grazing the shell of her ear as your fingers worked slow circles through the damp lace. Leeseo's breath hitched—sharp, stuttering—her body betraying her even as she shook her head. "He doesn't check your emails. Doesn't visit the office." You nipped at her jawline, relishing the way her pulse jumped under your tongue. "What happens on the rooftop stays on the rooftop."
Leeseo’s lips crashed into yours with a desperation that bordered on violence, her teeth catching your lower lip hard enough to sting. "Just this once," she gasped against your mouth, her words more plea than warning, her body already arching into your touch. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if she couldn’t bear the centimeter of space between you. The perfume was a wildfire in her veins—her skin fever-hot under your palms, her breath ragged and sweet with the ghost of her morning coffee.
Your fingers slid beneath the soaked lace of her panties, finding her already swollen, already *ruined* for anyone else. She gasped when you curled two fingers inside her, her hips jerking forward as if she couldn’t help but fuck herself onto your hand. "Oh my *god*," she choked out, her forehead dropping to your shoulder as you stroked her in slow, deliberate circles. Her thighs trembled against yours, her slick coating your fingers in a way that made your own pulse thunder in response.
"You’re making a mess," you murmured, nipping at her earlobe just to feel her shudder. The evidence of her arousal dripped down your wrist, slick and shameless, and Leeseo let out a whimper that was half protest, half surrender. Her nails dug into the back of your neck, anchoring herself as you worked her open with relentless precision. "Look at you," you breathed, pulling back just enough to watch her face twist with pleasure. "Dripping down your thighs like you’ve been waiting for this."
Leeseo’s breath hitched as your fingers moved faster, the wet sound of her arousal almost obscene in the quiet rooftop air. "Keep going," she gasped, her hips rolling in desperate little circles against your hand. "Make me wet more." Her voice was raw, stripped of its usual precision, and you couldn't help the smirk that curled your lips—*Euphoria* was working better than you'd dared to hope.
Her fingers fumbled at your belt, nails scraping against the buckle in her haste. You barely had time to register the click of leather before her palm was pressing against the straining fabric of your pants, warm and impatient. "Fuck," she muttered, more to herself than to you, as she finally freed your cock, her grip tight and sure despite the tremble in her wrists.
Leeseo's breath stuttered into a high, keening whine as your fingers curled deeper inside her, the heel of your palm grinding against her clit in relentless circles. "Stop it—*stop it*," she gasped, her voice cracking on the words, her nails raking down your back like she was trying to claw her way out of her own skin. "It's *coming*—" Her body locked up, thighs clamping around your wrist as a shudder ripped through her. Then, with a choked sob, she came apart—her hips jerking wildly, her cunt pulsing around your fingers as she squirted, hot and slick, all over your wrist and the rooftop concrete beneath you.
The force of it sent her stumbling back against the railing, her legs giving out as she slid down in a graceless heap, her skirt rucked up around her waist. Her chest heaved, her blouse sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, her gaze unfocused and dazed. For a long moment, the only sound was her ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city below. Then, slowly, her fingers crept up to her mouth, pressing against her parted lips as if to stifle the aftershocks still trembling through her.
You knelt beside her, your damp fingers catching the sunlight, the scent of her arousal mingling with the perfume still clinging to your skin. Leeseo's eyes flicked down to your hand, then up to your face, her cheeks flushing an even deeper red. "I—" Her voice was hoarse, wrecked. She swallowed hard, her throat working. "That's never happened before."
The confession hung between you, fragile and electric. You reached out, tucking a sweat-damp strand of hair behind her ear, your thumb brushing the shell of it just to feel her shiver. "Good," you murmured, leaning in until your lips nearly grazed hers. "Now imagine what else you've never done."
You hooked your hands under Leeseo’s arms, hauling her upright against the railing before she could catch her breath. Her knees wobbled—still weak from the aftershocks—but the moment your chest pressed against her back, her body arched instinctively, presenting herself like she’d been waiting for this all along. The rooftop breeze ruffled her skirt higher, exposing the ruined lace clinging to her thighs, and you didn’t bother peeling it away before nudging your cock against her soaked entrance.
Leeseo gasped, her fingers scrabbling at the railing as you pushed in—*slow*, torturously slow, letting her feel every inch. Her head dropped forward, a whimper escaping her throat when you bottomed out, her walls fluttering around you like she was trying to pull you deeper. "F-fuck," she slurred, her voice thick, her hips twitching back against you involuntarily.
You gripped her waist, holding her still as you pulled out almost entirely, just the tip catching at her stretched rim. Leeseo made a noise like she’d been punched, her thighs shaking. "Don’t—" she started, but the protest dissolved into a moan when you slammed back in, the force of it knocking her forward until her cheek pressed against the sun-warmed metal railing. Her cunt was obscenely wet, the sound of your thrusts filthy in the open air, and you could feel the exact moment she gave up pretending—her body going pliant, her moans unfiltered and wanton.
"How does it feel?" you growled, snapping your hips forward hard enough to make Leeseo's palms squeak against the metal railing. Her breath came in punched-out little gasps, her spine arching as you bottomed out inside her. When she didn’t answer immediately, you brought your hand down on her ass with a sharp *crack*—the sound echoing across the rooftop. "I asked you a question."
Leeseo jerked, a high whine tearing from her throat. "I—*fuck*—it feels—" Her words dissolved into a moan as you angled deeper, your cock dragging against that spot that made her toes curl in her discarded heels. "Too much," she finally choked out, her knuckles white where they gripped the railing. "It’s too—*ohgod*—"
You smirked, slowing your thrusts to an agonizing crawl just to feel her clench around you. "Too much?" Your fingers dug into the reddening mark on her ass. "Or not enough?" Another sharp spank—this time with your other hand fisting in her ponytail, yanking her head back so you could watch her face twist. "Answer properly."
Her mouth opened, then shut, her eyelashes fluttering like she was trying to remember how words worked. "N-not enough," she managed, her voice wrecked. "Please—" The plea turned into a yelp when you snapped your hips again, the force of it driving her forward until the railing bit into her ribs.
"Please what?" You nipped at the sweat-damp skin of her shoulder, relishing the way she shuddered. "Use your words, sweetheart. Did your boyfriend ever make you beg like this?"
Leeseo’s breath hitched—a broken little sound—as you thumbed her clit in rough circles, matching the rhythm of your thrusts. "N-no," she gasped, her thighs trembling. "He doesn’t—*ah*—doesn’t fuck me like—"
"Like what?" You punctuated the question with a brutal snap of your hips, laughing when she sobbed. "Like you *need* it?" Her cunt squeezed you tight, as if agreeing, and you groaned at the sensation. "Christ, you’re *dripping*. Bet he’s never made you come this hard either, huh?"
Her silence earned her another spank, harder this time, the echo mingling with the wet slap of skin on skin. "*Answer*."
"*No*," she whined, arching back into your touch like she couldn’t help herself. Her ponytail had come undone, dark hair sticking to her flushed neck. "I—I didn’t even *squirt* before—*oh god*—" Her words dissolved into a moan as you crooked your fingers just right, her body bowing like a plucked string.
You nipped at her earlobe, grinning at the way she shuddered. "Knew it. Bet he just *pumps* into you like a dead fish." You slowed your thrusts to a maddening grind, relishing the way her walls fluttered around you, desperate. "Doesn’t even *try* to ruin you properly."
Leeseo’s fingers scrabbled against the railing, her nails leaving faint crescent marks in the metal. "S-stop—" she choked out, but her hips rolled back against yours, greedy.
"Stop?" You laughed, landing another stinging slap to her ass. "Your cunt’s sucking me in like you’re *starving*. You want me to stop?" You pulled out entirely—just to hear her whimper—then slammed back in, the force of it knocking a scream from her throat. "Didn’t think so."
Her body bowed under yours, her back arching as you snapped your hips faster. "Tell me," you growled, fingers tightening in her hair. "How many times did he make you come?"
Leeseo’s breath hitched, her words slurred with pleasure. "O-once—maybe—*ah!*"
You spanked her hard enough to leave a red handprint, your cock driving deeper as she yelped. "*Maybe*? Fuck, no wonder you’re this *desperate*." Her thighs trembled when you thumbed her clit, the rough circles sending shocks up her spine. "I’ll make you come till you *forget* his name."
She sobbed when you hit that spot inside her—once, twice—her vision whiting out as her orgasm ripped through her. You didn’t let up, fucking her through it, her cunt fluttering around you like a heartbeat. "Look at that," you murmured, dragging her back against your chest so she could see the mess she’d made—her slick coating your thighs, dripping onto the concrete below. "Bet he’s never *seen* you like this."
Leeseo whimpered, her head lolling against your shoulder, her body limp with oversensitivity. "P-please—"
"Please *what*?" You nipped at her neck, fingers digging into her hips as you thrust harder. "Use that pretty mouth properly."
She shuddered, her voice breaking. "Please—*fuck me* like you mean it."
"Count," you ordered, your voice rough against the shell of her ear as you pulled out suddenly, leaving her clenching around nothing. Leeseo's breath hitched—sharp, desperate—her hips jerking forward in a futile search for friction. "Count how many times you come from this." You didn’t wait for her to protest before slamming back in, the angle brutal, *perfect*, your cock dragging against that spot that made her vision whiten.
Her first orgasm ripped through her before you’d even fully sheathed yourself—her back arching like a bowstring, a broken scream tearing from her throat as she squirted, hot and shameless, all over your thighs. "O-one," she gasped, her voice ragged, her nails scraping against the railing. You didn’t give her a second to recover. Your thrusts were relentless, each one hitting her g-spot with surgical precision, her body jolting like a live wire under yours.
"T-two—*ah!*—three—" Leeseo’s voice cracked, her thighs trembling as another wave crashed over her, her cunt pulsing around you in a rhythm that felt like surrender. She lost the count by the fifth, her mind reduced to static, her body moving on pure instinct—arching, writhing, *begging* for more even as she sobbed from oversensitivity.
By the tenth orgasm, she was babbling—half-formed pleas and shattered moans, her words dissolving into gasps every time you bottomed out inside her. The rooftop was a mess beneath you both, her slick coating the concrete in glistening streaks, the evidence of her pleasure impossible to ignore.
"Twenty-seven," you growled against her ear, your fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. Leeseo barely reacted, her body limp against the railing, her chest heaving. "Twenty-eight." Another brutal thrust, and she convulsed—her cunt fluttering wildly, her toes curling in her abandoned heels. "Twenty-nine." Her head dropped forward, her breath coming in shallow pants, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a storm.
"Thirty," you growled, your hips snapping forward one last time, burying yourself to the hilt as your cock pulsed inside her. Leeseo's entire body went rigid—her back arched impossibly, her mouth open in a silent scream—before she shattered completely. Hot cum flooded her in thick spurts, mixing with her own slick as her cunt convulsed around you in rhythmic pulses, milking every last drop.
"*No—no, no, no—*" Leeseo's protests were breathless, her fingers clawing at the railing as if she could pull herself away, but her body betrayed her. Her thighs trembled, her hips rocking back instinctively to take you deeper even as she whimpered, "I'm not on the pill—*oh god*—"
You didn't slow down, didn't pull out. Instead, you ground deeper, your pelvis flush against her ass as you emptied yourself inside her, relishing the way her walls fluttered in helpless little spasms. "Should've thought of that before you begged for it," you murmured, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. Leeseo's breath hitched—sharp, punched-out—as another orgasm tore through her, this one so violent her knees buckled entirely.
She slumped forward, barely caught by your arm around her waist, her body still quaking as a final, obscene gush of slick splattered against your thighs and the concrete below. The aftershocks left her limp, her chest heaving, her lips parted around ragged little gasps. You held her there for a long moment, your cock still half-hard inside her, watching the way your cum dripped down her trembling thighs.
Leeseo’s fingers twitched weakly against the railing, her voice hoarse. "You... you *actually*—" She swallowed, her throat working. "I *told* you—"
"You came thirty times," you interrupted, dragging your fingers through the mess between her legs, collecting your release before pressing it back into her with two lazy thrusts. Leeseo shuddered, a broken noise catching in her throat. "Pretty sure that means you wanted it just as much."
She didn’t answer. Her head dropped forward, her hair a tangled curtain hiding her expression. You smoothed a hand up her spine, feeling the way her breath stuttered under your touch. "Relax," you murmured, your lips brushing the shell of her ear. "It’s already done."
A shaky exhale. Then, quietly, "*Fuck*." Her voice was raw, wrecked. "He’s going to—" She cut herself off, her fingers tightening around the railing until her knuckles blanched.
You turned her around, ignoring her weak attempt to pull away. Her skin was flushed, her pupils still blown wide with residual pleasure. "He won’t notice," you said, tilting her chin up with your thumb. "Not unless you *want* him to." The words hung between you, loaded. Leeseo’s breath hitched, her gaze darting away—but not before you caught the flicker of something dark in her eyes. Something hungry.
The rooftop air was thick with the scent of sex and perfume, the golden afternoon light painting the evidence of her pleasure in stark relief. Her skirt was still hiked up around her waist, her thighs streaked with a mix of fluids that glistened under the sun. You dragged a finger through it, watching her shiver as you brought it to your lips. "Tastes like you’re already thinking about round two."
Leeseo’s protest died in her throat when you kissed her, slow and filthy, your tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened with a gasp. She tasted like salt and surrender, her body swaying into yours as if she’d forgotten how to stand on her own. When you pulled back, her lips were reddened, her chest rising and falling too fast.
"Thanks for letting me do that," you murmured, adjusting your tie with fingers still faintly sticky from her. The elevator doors slid shut behind Leeseo, sealing her scent—jasmine, salt, *you*—into the confined space. She didn’t turn around, but you saw the way her shoulders stiffened when you spoke, the pulse jumping in her exposed neck.
The silence stretched like the ache between her legs. Then, just as the elevator pinged for the 14th floor: "Remember—just this time." Her voice was hoarse, a blade wrapped in silk. The doors opened to the empty accounting department, fluorescent lights bleaching the blush still high on her cheeks. "And if I get pregnant," she added, finally meeting your gaze in the reflective metal, "you’ll take responsibility."
The threat should’ve chilled you. Instead, heat pooled low in your gut at the way her teeth dug into her swollen lower lip—like she was already imagining it. "Okay," you conceded, stepping closer just to watch her breath hitch. "Sorry for that." The apology tasted like a lie; both of you knew it. "I’ll stay at the office tonight to overwork." Your fingers brushed the small of her back, fleeting as a secret. "If you want… you can join me in my room." The suggestion lingered between you, heavy as the perfume still clinging to her skin. "Just tell your boyfriend you’ve got overtime."
Leeseo’s nostrils flared. For a heartbeat, you thought she might slap you—or kiss you again, which amounted to the same thing under *Euphoria*’s influence. Instead, she strode out without a word, her heels clicking a furious rhythm down the linoleum. The elevator doors swallowed her retreating figure whole.
The spreadsheet blurred before Leeseo’s eyes, the numbers swimming into meaningless patterns as her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She exhaled sharply, pressing her thighs together under the desk—still sore, still *aching* in a way that made her bite the inside of her cheek. The office air conditioning prickled against her sweat-dampened blouse, but it wasn’t the cold that sent shivers down her spine. It was the memory of his hands. His mouth. The way he’d *ruined* her against the railing like she was nothing more than—
*Focus.* She stabbed at her keyboard, deleting an entire column by accident. Three hours. Three hours since the rooftop, since she’d stumbled into the women’s restroom to clean herself up, since she’d scrubbed her thighs raw with paper towels and still smelled like *him* underneath her citrus perfume. Her coffee had gone cold. Across the open-plan office, she caught a flicker of movement—*him*, leaning over another employee’s monitor, his tie knotted perfectly, his expression all polite focus. As if he hadn’t left her trembling and dripping barely a quarter-day ago.
Her phone buzzed. A text from her boyfriend: *Dinner tonight? That place you like near the station.* Leeseo’s thumb hovered over the screen. She should say yes. Should go home, let him kiss her hello, let his hands roam over her body like they had a right to. But the thought made her stomach twist. His touch had always been… adequate. Careful. Nothing like the *claiming* pressure of fingers that knew exactly how to make her scream. She swallowed hard, her pulse jumping when she realized *he* was looking at her now—just a glance, just a flicker of eye contact, but it burned.
Her phone buzzed again. *???* Her boyfriend’s follow-up. Leeseo exhaled through her nose and typed, *Stay at office tonight, overwork. See you tomorrow. I love u.* She hit send before she could second-guess it, then flipped the screen face-down, her cheeks hot. It wasn’t a lie. Not really. She *would* be working late. Just… not alone.
The clock ticked toward six PM. Coworkers began packing up, bidding cheerful goodbyes, oblivious to the way Leeseo’s nails dug into her own thighs under the desk. She should leave. Should go home, shower, scrub the scent of *Euphoria* and sex from her skin. But her body remembered the weight of him between her legs, the stretch of him inside her, the way he’d *laughed* when she came apart. Thirty times. *Thirty.* Her boyfriend had never made her come once without fumbling.
You barely glanced up from the quarterly reports when the knock came—three sharp raps against the frosted glass of your office door. "Come in," you called, expecting a janitor or some junior associate who’d forgotten their keycard. The hinges creaked, and there she was: Leeseo, silhouetted in the doorway, backlit by the sterile hallway fluorescents. For a heartbeat, you didn’t recognize her. The black tank top clung to every dip and curve of her torso, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal the faint shadow of cleavage. No blazer. No demure office attire. Just tight fabric and bare arms, her collarbones gleaming under the dim desk lamp.
"Sorry if it took too long," she said, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind her. Her fingers plucked at the hem of the tank, a nervous gesture you’d never seen from her before. "I had to buy something like this." The unspoken *for you* hung between you like a challenge.
Your pen froze mid-signature. She’d changed out of her work clothes entirely—no skirt, just snug black jeans that hugged her hips, the kind she’d never wear to the office. Her hair was down now, tousled as if she’d run her hands through it in the elevator. The scent of jasmine and something darker—vanilla, maybe—wafted across the room. Not *Euphoria*. Just her. Just Leeseo, standing there like she’d walked out of a different life.
"You didn’t go home," you observed, leaning back in your chair. The leather creaked under your weight.
Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth. "I *texted* him." A pause. Then, quieter: "Told him I was staying late." The way she said it—half-defiant, half-ashamed—sent a thrill down your spine. She’d lied. For you. For *this*.
The office hummed around you—the AC vent overhead, the distant whir of the building’s generator. You let the silence stretch until she fidgeted, her fingers twisting the strap of her purse. "That’s not what you usually wear," you said at last, nodding toward her outfit. A deliberate understatement.
Leeseo exhaled sharply, her shoulders squaring. "I *know*." Two steps forward, her heels muffled by the carpet. "You—" She stopped, her throat working. "You kept looking at me. Earlier. Like you were…" Her voice trailed off, but her meaning was clear. *Like you were already undressing me.*
Your chair rolled forward with a quiet scrape. "And?"
"And I *hate* that I liked it." The admission tore from her, raw as the flush creeping up her neck. She lifted her chin, defiant. "So I bought this." A gesture to the tank top, the way it clung to her ribs. "To see if you’d look at me like that again."
You stood slowly, circling the desk. Her breath hitched when you stopped just inches away, close enough to catch the pulse fluttering at her throat. "You didn’t have to change," you murmured, brushing a thumb over the delicate strap of her top. The fabric was thin, warm from her skin. "I’d have looked anyway."
Leeseo swallowed hard, her lashes fluttering. "That’s the problem."
"*It's the perfume, right?*" Leeseo's voice was breathless, her fingers already working at your belt buckle before you could answer. "*The effects made me... like this.*" Her palm pressed against the outline of your cock through your slacks, warm even through the fabric. "*Tell me it's just the perfume.*"
You caught her wrist, forcing her to meet your gaze. "*Yeah. New product. You were the subject.*" A beat of silence. Then, quieter: "*I picked you because I wanted you before the perfume ever existed.*"
Leeseo's lips parted—not in shock, but something closer to recognition. "*I want to be mad at you,*" she murmured, her free hand sliding up your thigh. "*The perfume made me horny. But your dick?*" Her fingers traced the length of you through your pants, deliberate. "*Your *skill*? That’s what ruined me.*"
The confession hung between you, thick as the scent of her shampoo. Then she pushed you backward into your office chair with surprising force, her knees hitting the carpet as she dropped between your legs. "*That’s why I came,*" she added, her voice dropping to a whisper as she yanked your zipper down. Your cock sprang free, already half-hard just from the look in her eyes.
"*Ugh, I missed this,*" Leeseo groaned, nuzzling against your length before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip. Her tongue darted out to catch the bead of pre-cum already forming, her lashes fluttering at the taste. "*Fuck. Even your smell is addictive.*"
Her mouth was hot, wet perfection—a velvet vise of slick pressure that made your hips jerk the second she took you deep. Leeseo didn’t flinch, didn’t gag. Just hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, her tongue swirling along the underside of your cock like she’d memorized every ridge. "*Jesus—*" Your fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on as she pulled back to drag her lips over the tip, catching the pre-cum beading there with a soft, obscene noise.
She alternated between teasing and relentless—one moment flicking her tongue against the slit in maddening little circles, the next swallowing you down to the root with a throaty hum that vibrated through your entire body. When you groaned, her eyelashes fluttered up, her dark eyes locking onto yours as if she’d been waiting for the reaction. "*Good?*" she murmured, the words muffled around your cock, her breath ghosting over spit-slick skin.
You tugged her hair just to watch her lips stretch wider. "*Too good.*" The praise lit her up like a switch—her hips shifting restlessly against the carpet, her fingers digging into your thighs as she took you deeper, *faster*, her nose brushing your lower stomach with every plunge. She’d clearly done this before, and well, but the way her body reacted to your approval? That was new.
Her rhythm stuttered when you curled a hand around the back of her neck, holding her still as you thrust shallowly into her mouth. Leeseo’s eyes rolled back, her throat working around you with a choked noise that sent heat straight to your balls. "*Fuck, look at you,*" you growled, watching drool spill from her stretched lips as you fucked her face in slow, deliberate strokes. Her fingers twisted in your slacks, *pleading*, but you didn’t let up. Not until her lashes fluttered, her cheeks hollowing around another desperate suck that threatened to unravel you.
You pulled her off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "*Not yet,*" you warned, thumbing the corner of her mouth where spit had smudged her lipstick. Leeseo blinked up at you, dazed, her chest rising and falling too fast. Then—without breaking eye contact—she laved a broad stripe up the underside of your cock, her tongue flat and hot, before swirling it around the tip with a precision that made your abs clench. "*Christ.*"
She grinned, wicked, her teeth grazing the sensitive head just to hear you curse. Then she ducked lower, her lips trailing down to your balls, her tongue lapping at the tight skin there until your hips jerked off the chair. "*You’re—*" You hissed when her nails raked up your inner thighs, her mouth returning to your shaft with a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. "*—gonna kill me.*"
Leeseo hummed, the vibration rippling through you as she took you back into her throat, her nose pressing into your pelvis. This time, when you tugged her hair, she didn’t resist—just let you set the pace, her throat flexing around each thrust as you fucked her mouth in earnest. Her fingers found your belt loops, *anchoring*, her body swaying forward with every push like she was starving for it.
The sight of her—lips stretched, eyes watering but still locked onto yours, her cheeks flushed with effort—was too much. You gripped her hair tighter, your hips stuttering. "*Gonna come.*" The warning came out ragged, but Leeseo didn’t pull away. Just sucked harder, her tongue pressing insistently along the vein beneath your cock as if to wring it out of you faster.
Leeseo pulled back with a wet gasp, strands of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the head of your cock. Her tongue darted out to catch the mess at the corner of her mouth, those dark eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that made your pulse hammer. "Am I a good girl, Daddy?" The words were barely more than a whisper, rough from throatfucking, but they hit you like a live wire.
Your fingers tightened in her hair. "Of course," you growled, thumbing her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper. "And I’ll reward you." The chair creaked as you stood, forcing her backward with your grip until her knees hit the edge of your desk. "Lay down. Spread those legs open wide." A command, not a request.
Leeseo hesitated for only a second before obeying, the leather desk chair creaking as she hoisted herself onto the polished surface. Her legs dangled off the edge, knees already parting before your hands even touched her. You trailed a single finger up the inseam of her jeans, watching her breath hitch when you reached the button. "These first," you murmured, popping it open with a flick of your thumb. The zipper came down agonizingly slow, the sound loud in the quiet office. Leeseo's hips lifted instinctively when you tugged, helping you peel the denim down her thighs—revealing black lace panties already damp at the center.
"You planned this," you accused, hooking your fingers into the waistband. She didn't deny it, just bit her lip as you dragged the fabric down, her scent flooding the space between you. The panties caught on one ankle—her fault for not kicking off her heels—and you let them dangle there, a flag of surrender. The tank top was next. You gripped the hem and pulled it up in one smooth motion, pausing when her arms lifted above her head. Her ribs fluttered under your palms, the rapid beat of her heart visible beneath pale skin. The lace bra matched the panties, sheer enough that her nipples were already peaked against the fabric.
"Last chance to back out," you lied, snapping the front clasp open without waiting for an answer. Leeseo gasped as her breasts spilled free, the cool office air making her skin pebble instantly. You palmed one, rolling the stiff peak between your fingers until her back arched off the desk. "Look at you," you muttered, dragging your thumb through the slick warmth between her legs. "Dripping before I've even touched you properly."
She whimpered when you withdrew your hand, but the protest died as you unbuckled her left heel, then the right, dropping them to the carpet with deliberate thuds. The final act was the necklace—a delicate silver chain her boyfriend must've given her. You snapped the clasp between your teeth, letting it pool in the hollow of her throat before tucking it into your pocket. "Mine now," you said, and the way her thighs trembled told you she understood exactly what you meant.
Naked at last, Leeseo looked like a Renaissance painting gone sinful—her skin flushed from collarbones to knees, one arm thrown over her eyes like she couldn't bear to watch, even as her hips tilted upward in silent invitation. You spread her wider, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Your tongue traced the shape of her before diving in—flat and broad against her clit, then pointed and relentless when you found the swollen bud beneath the hood. Leeseo’s thighs tensed around your head, her hips jerking off the desk with a choked gasp. You pinned her down with one forearm across her pelvis, your other hand already working two fingers into her, curling upward the second they slid home. Her body clenched around you, wet and pulsing, but you didn’t slow down—just crooked your fingers in that ruthless *come-hither* motion that made her back arch off the leather with a sob.
The noise she made when you hit her g-spot was half-scream, half-laugh—hysterical, broken, like she’d been caught off guard by her own body’s betrayal. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the desk, her nails scraping against the polished wood as you redoubled your efforts, your tongue circling her clit in tight, rapid flicks while your fingers fucked her with piston-like precision. *“F-fuck, wait—*” Her plea dissolved into a moan when you sucked her clit into your mouth, your teeth grazing it just enough to make her legs shake. *“I can’t—*”
But she could. And she did.
The first spurt hit your chin without warning—hot, salt-bitter, her thighs clamping around your ears as her body bowed off the desk. You didn’t pull back, didn’t flinch. Just kept licking, kept *drinking*, your fingers milking her g-spot until the second gush came, then the third, her slick splattering across your cheeks, your lips, the front of your dress shirt. Leeseo’s hands fisted in your hair, yanking hard enough to hurt, her voice raw as she chanted *“ohgodohgodohgod”* between ragged gasps. The squirting didn’t stop—just kept coming in pulses, her orgasm wrung out of her like water from a twisted rag, her thighs trembling violently around your head.
When you finally lifted your face, she was a wreck—chest heaving, lips parted around silent, panting breaths, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. Your fingers slid out of her with an obscene sound, her body clinging like it didn’t want to let go. You held them up, glistening under the office lights, before pressing them to her parted lips. Leeseo’s tongue darted out instinctively, her lashes fluttering as she tasted herself on your skin.
Your cock slid into her inch by agonizing inch, her body stretching to accommodate you, her walls fluttering around the intrusion. Leeseo's breath hitched, her eyes flying open to meet yours, her legs locking around your hips as if to pull you deeper. "Fuck," she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. "You're—Jesus, you're so big."
You growled, your hips rolling forward until you were fully sheathed inside her. "You can take it," you rasped, your voice low and commanding. "Take every inch of me, you little squirter."
Leeseo's pussy clenched around you at the words, her eyes darkening with lust. "Yes," she whimpered, her heels digging into your ass, urging you on. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard."
You obliged, your hips snapping forward, your cock sliding into her in powerful strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the office, punctuated by Leeseo's moans, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Look at you," you grunted, your eyes locked onto hers. "Taking my cock like a good little slut."
Leeseo's body responded to the filthy words, her pussy gushing around you, her legs tightening around your hips. "Yes," she moaned, her head thrown back, her throat exposed. "I'm your little slut. Use me, Daddy. Make me come all over your cock."
Your thumb found her clit, circling it in time with your thrusts, your movements rough, demanding. "You're going to come for me," you ordered, your voice harsh. "You're going to come so hard, you're going to squirt all over this desk."
Leeseo's body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm close," she warned, her voice breathless. "So close, Daddy."
You growled, your thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. "Come for me," you snarled, your thumb pressing down hard on her clit. "Come now, you little slut."
Leeseo's body obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her with a cry, her pussy clenching around you in rhythmic waves. You felt the first gush of wetness, her body squirting, her juices coating your cock, your balls, the insides of her thighs. You kept fucking her through it, your thrusts relentless, your thumb still working her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a sobbing, shaking mess beneath you.
But you weren't done with her yet. You wanted to feel her come again, wanted to feel her squirting all over your cock, again and again. You reached down, your fingers finding her asshole, circling it, pressing against it. Leeseo moaned, her body tensing at the new sensation. "Yes," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "Fuck my ass, Daddy. Make me come again."
You obliged, your fingers sliding into her ass, your movements slow, gentle at first, then increasing in pace, in pressure, matching the rhythm of your cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Leeseo's body responded, her pussy clenching around you, her legs trembling. "I'm coming again," she moaned, her voice breathless. "I'm coming, Daddy."
This time, when she came, it was with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy squirting again, her juices coating your cock, your balls, the insides of her thighs. You felt her asshole clench around your fingers, her body writhing beneath you, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that made her entire body shake. But you didn't stop. You kept fucking her, kept working her clit, kept fingering her ass, determined to make her come again.
Leeseo's body responded, her orgasms coming faster now, her screams filling the office, her body squirting again and again, her juices coating you, the desk, the floor. You lost count of how many times she came, her body writhing, her legs shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. All you knew was that she was yours, that you were making her come harder than she ever had before.
Finally, when her body was trembling, her pussy clenching around you in weak, spent pulses, you allowed yourself to come. You groaned, your hips stuttering, your cock pulsing as you filled her up, your release hot and heavy, mixing with her juices, coating your cock, your balls, her thighs.
When the last waves of your orgasm subsided, you pulled out of her slowly, your cock glistening with her juices and your cum. Leeseo collapsed onto the desk, her body still trembling, her eyes closed, her chest heaving. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her spine, her hip, her thigh.
"How are you feeling, little squirter?" you asked, your voice soft, satisfied.
Leeseo's lips curled into a small smile, her eyes still closed. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice hoarse, exhausted. "I've never... I've never come that many times before."
You chuckled, helping her sit up, your hands gentle on her body. "Good," you said, your voice satisfied. "Because that was just the beginning."
You flipped Leeseo onto her hands and knees on the desk, her ass in the air, her face pressed against the cool wood. Her pussy was glistening, swollen and pink, her juices dripping down her thighs, onto the desk beneath her. You ran a finger along her slit, collecting her wetness, bringing it to your lips, tasting her.
"Look at you," you murmured, your voice low, mocking. "So eager. Your pussy's dripping like a broken faucet. Can't even hold it in, can you?" You ran your finger along her slit again, circling her clit, making her squirm. "Tell me, little slut, how many times have you come today?"
Leeseo whimpered, pushing her ass back against you, inviting you in. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please don't tease me, Daddy. Fuck me. Make me come again."
You chuckled, running your cock along her slit, coating it in her juices. "Make you come again?" you echoed, mocking. "You mean like this?" You pressed the head of your cock against her entrance, not pushing in, just holding there, teasing her.
Leeseo cried out, her body jolting forward, her fingers scrabbling at the desk for purchase. "Yes," she gasped, her voice breathless. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
You tsked, pulling back, denying her entry. "Not yet," you murmured, running your hands over her curves, squeezing her ass, her hips. "First, let's see how much you really want it."
You reached around, your fingers finding her clit, circling it, pressing against it, not letting up, not giving her the friction she needed to come. Leeseo moaned, her body writhing, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Daddy. Make me come. I'll do anything."
You hummed, considering, your fingers still working her clit, your cock still teasing her entrance. "Anything, you say?" you murmured, your voice low, dangerous.
Leeseo nodded, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," she gasped. "Anything, Daddy. Just please, make me come."
You smiled, satisfaction coursing through you. "Good," you said, your voice satisfied. "Because I have a few ideas."
"Here's your first challenge," you said, your voice low, dangerous. "I'm going to fuck you. Hard. And you're not going to come until I say so. Understand?"
Leeseo's body tensed, her breath hitching. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice filled with trepidation and anticipation.
You rewarded her with a slow, deep thrust, sliding into her to the hilt. Leeseo moaned, her body jerking forward, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "Fuck," she gasped, her voice ragged. "You're so big. So deep."
You didn't respond, just began to move, your hips snapping forward in steady, powerful strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the office, punctuated by Leeseo's moans, her breath coming in ragged pants. You reached around, your fingers finding her clit, circling it, pressing against it, in time with your thrusts.
Leeseo's body responded, her pussy clenching around you, her legs trembling. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Daddy. I can't—"
"Shh," you hushed, your voice firm. "You can. And you will. Because you're my good little slut, aren't you?"
Leeseo nodded, her body writhing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," she gasped. "I'm your good little slut, Daddy."
You smiled, satisfaction coursing through you. "Good," you said, your voice satisfied. "Now, don't you dare come until I say so."
The steady rhythm of your hips became almost mechanical, each thrust pushing Leeseo further toward the edge she wasn’t allowed to tumble over. Her back arched, sweat glistening between her shoulder blades as she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to leave marks. "Daddy—I can’t—" she gasped, her voice cracking mid-sentence.
"You can," you growled, gripping her hips tighter, your fingers digging into the soft flesh. "And you will. Because I said so." Your cock dragged against her walls with deliberate slowness, the swollen head catching at her entrance every time you pulled back just to shove in again, denying her the steady, building friction she craved.
Leeseo whimpered, her thighs trembling, her nails scraping against the desk. Her body was a coiled spring, every muscle taut, her breaths shallow and uneven. The frustration was palpable—her pussy clenched around you in desperate, involuntary pulses, as if begging for release. But you kept your pace cruel and measured, your fingers circling her clit just enough to tease, never enough to tip her over.
Then, without warning, her entire body locked up. A broken, high-pitched cry tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her, violent and unstoppable. Her back arched sharply, her cunt squeezing you like a vice as pleasure ripped through her in waves.
Silence hung heavy for a single, suspended second.
The sharp crack of your palm against her ass split the air like a whip, the sound echoing off the office walls. Leeseo gasped, her body jerking forward from the impact, her thighs slick with sweat trembling against the desk. "Did I say you could come, little slut?" Your voice was low, dangerous, fingers tangling in her hair and yanking her head back until her spine arched. A whimper escaped her throat, her lips parted around uneven breaths. "N-no, Daddy—"
"You disobeyed me," you growled, landing another stinging slap across her reddening flesh. Her cry was sweet—half pain, half pleasure—her hips twitching helplessly against the desk. "Such a naughty girl." Your grip tightened in her hair, forcing her to look up at you, her pupils blown wide, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "What do naughty girls deserve?"
Leeseo shuddered, her voice a breathy whisper. "P-punishment, Daddy."
Another slap, harder this time. Her whole body jolted, her cunt clenching around your cock as if trying to pull you deeper even now. "Louder."
"Punishment!" she cried, her voice breaking.
You smirked, tracing your fingers down the curve of her spine before landing another sharp slap against her already reddened ass. Leeseo gasped, her body jerking forward, her cunt pulsing around you in a way that made your grip on her hips tighten. "Call him," you ordered, your voice dripping with amusement. "Right now."
Her breath hitched, fingers scrambling against the desk as she shook her head weakly. "Daddy, no—he can’t—"
Another slap, harder this time, the sound sharp enough to make her yelp. "You don’t get to say no." You leaned down, your breath hot against her ear as your cock throbbed inside her. "Pick up the phone. Or I’ll make sure he hears exactly what you sound like when you come."
Leeseo whimpered, her thighs trembling as she reached blindly for her phone where it lay discarded near the edge of the desk. Her hands shook as she unlocked it, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Just... try not to get caught," she whispered, voice cracking.
You chuckled, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate grind that made her toes curl. "No promises."
Leeseo’s fingers trembled as she hit the call button, her breath shallow and uneven. The phone rang once, twice—each second stretching into an eternity as your cock twitched inside her, still buried deep. Then his voice filled the room, warm and familiar. "Hey, baby. You okay?"
She swallowed hard, her thighs quivering as you lazily rolled your hips, the slow drag of your cock against her walls drawing a sharp inhale from her. "Y-yeah," she managed, her voice strained but sweet. "Just… tired. Work was insane today."
You smirked, leaning down to drag your tongue along the curve of her shoulder, tasting salt and desperation. Your free hand slid between her legs, fingers circling her clit with featherlight touches—just enough to make her breath hitch mid-sentence. "Oh?" Her boyfriend’s voice was laced with concern. "You sound off. You sure you’re not coming down with something?"
Leeseo bit down on her lip hard enough to bruise as your fingers dipped lower, teasing her slick entrance where your cock was already buried. "N-no, just—" Her voice cracked when you thrust shallowly, the sudden movement punching a quiet gasp from her. "Just… overworked. You know how it is."
You chuckled against her ear, your breath hot as your teeth grazed the shell of it. "How long do you think you’ll survive this, baby?" you murmured, voice thick with amusement. Your fingers tightened around her clit, pinching just enough to make her jerk against you, her cunt clenching around your cock like a vice.
She whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white. "M-maybe I should… lie down," she stammered, her voice breathless. "I think I—oh god—I think I need to rest."
Your hand clamped over her mouth just as another thrust sent a full-body shudder through her. "Tell him you love him," you ordered against her ear, your voice dark with amusement. "Go on. Say it sweetly."
Leeseo’s breath came in ragged pants against your palm before you slowly removed it, letting her speak. "I—I love you," she forced out, the words trembling as your fingers returned to her clit, rubbing slow circles that made her thighs shake.
"Love you too," he replied, oblivious. "You sound really out of it. You sure you don’t want me to come over? I can bring soup or something."
You bit down on her shoulder at that, stifling your own groan against her skin as her cunt clenched around you in response. "N-no!" she yelped, then quickly softened her tone. "I mean… I’m fine. Really. Just… need to sleep."
Her phone clattered onto the desk, skidding dangerously close to the edge as you pinned both her wrists against the small of her back in one swift motion. Leeseo's wide, startled eyes met yours in silent protest—mouth parted around a gasp that never escaped—as you rocked into her with deliberate, deep thrusts that left no room for resistance.
"Leeseo?" Her boyfriend's voice crackled through the phone's speaker, tinny with concern. "Hello? Did you drop something?"
She clenched her jaw, teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to turn the skin white under the pressure. The muscles in her thighs trembled with the effort of staying quiet, her body strung tight as a bowstring beneath yours. But you knew her too well—knew exactly how to twist your hips just so, dragging the swollen head of your cock against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
A broken whimper escaped despite her efforts, her breath hitching audibly as her fingers curled helplessly against your grip.
The phone slipped from Leeseo’s sweat-slicked fingers with a clatter, skidding across the polished desk just as you pinned both her wrists against the small of her back in one fluid motion. Her breath hitched—lips parted around a silent gasp—as her wide, panicked eyes locked onto yours in wordless protest. You merely smirked, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate grind that dragged a muffled whimper from her throat.
"Leeseo?" Her boyfriend’s voice crackled through the phone’s speaker, tinny with concern. "Hello? Did you drop something?"
She clenched her jaw, teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in the flesh. Her thighs trembled, muscles straining beneath your grip as you fucked her with deep, measured thrusts designed to unravel her. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the office, punctuated by her ragged, uneven breaths.
But you knew her too well—knew exactly how to angle your hips just so, the swollen head of your cock dragging against that spot inside her that made her toes curl. A broken whimper escaped despite her efforts, her cunt clenching around you in involuntary pulses.
Leeseo’s thighs trembled violently as you drove into her with relentless precision, her body pinned between your grip and the unforgiving edge of the desk. Her wrists strained against your hold, fingers twitching helplessly as another sharp thrust forced a choked gasp from her throat. The slick sound of your cock plunging into her over and over mingled with the creak of the desk beneath her weight, every movement pushing her closer to the edge she couldn’t escape.
Her head lolled forward, sweat-damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks as her breath came in ragged, uneven bursts. You tightened your grip on her wrists, yanking them higher up her back until her spine arched sharply, her ass pressing flush against your hips. The shift in angle dragged a broken moan from her lips—your name, half-sobbed, half-pleaded—as you pistoned into her with brutal efficiency.
Then it hit her.
Her entire body locked up, muscles taut as bowstrings, her cunt clamping around you like a vice. A strangled cry tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered, as her orgasm ripped through her with violent intensity. “I—I’m cumming!” she screamed, the words cracking under the weight of her pleasure, her voice echoing off the office walls. Her back arched impossibly further, toes curling as her pussy pulsed around you, wetness gushing down her thighs in slick, shameful rivulets.
The moment her orgasm hit, you didn't hold back. With a growl that vibrated through her sweat-slicked back, you slammed into her one final time, burying yourself to the hilt as your cock twitched inside her. Warmth flooded her depths in thick pulses, your release mixing with hers as her cunt milked you greedily through the aftershocks. Leeseo gasped—a wet, shuddering sound—her thighs trembling violently as your cum filled her, the sensation dragging another weak whimper from her swollen lips.
The phone lay abandoned near her trembling fingers, still emitting the tinny sound of her boyfriend’s confused voice. "Leeseo? What was that noise? Are you—" You smirked, plucking it up with one hand while the other remained firmly wrapped around her waist, keeping her pinned against you as your cock throbbed inside her, still buried deep. Leeseo whimpered, her body limp and spent, her thighs slick with sweat and the evidence of her orgasm.
You pressed the phone back into her shaking hand, your lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Answer him," you murmured, your voice thick with amusement. "Tell him you’re fine."
She swallowed hard, her breath ragged as she lifted the phone to her ear. "I—I’m okay," she stammered, her voice hoarse and uneven.
"Bullshit," her boyfriend snapped, his tone sharp with suspicion. "That wasn’t nothing. Were you—were you with someone else?"
Leeseo’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the phone as your hand slid down her stomach, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin just above where your cock still filled her. She shuddered, her thighs trembling as your thumb brushed over her swollen clit in a slow, deliberate circle. A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.
The screen flickered to life before Leeseo could react—her boyfriend’s confused face filling the frame just as your arms hooked under her thighs, lifting her off the desk in one swift motion. Her breath hitched, legs instinctively wrapping around your waist as gravity dragged her down onto your cock, the sudden penetration punching a sharp cry from her lips. "N-no—wait—!" she stammered, fingers scrambling against your shoulders, but the phone had already clattered onto the desk, the camera angled perfectly to capture her bouncing in your grip, her toes curled helplessly above the floor.
For a frozen second, silence. Then—
"Leeseo?!" Her boyfriend’s voice cracked through the speaker, high with shock. "What the fuck—who is—?!"
You answered by slamming her down harder, your hips snapping up to meet her, the wet slap of skin echoing obscenely through the office. Leeseo’s head snapped back, a broken scream tearing from her throat as her nails dug into your shoulders. "D-Daddy—I can’t—he’s *watching*—!"
"Oh, he’s watching alright," you growled, adjusting your grip to hike her higher, your cock grinding deeper as her thighs trembled around you. On screen, her boyfriend’s face twisted—horror, betrayal, fury—but Leeseo was beyond noticing. Her hips rolled instinctively, her cunt fluttering around you as another brutal thrust dragged a guttural moan from her chest. "Fuck—*fuck*—!"
The phone screen wobbled with each movement, her boyfriend’s strangled curses dissolving into static as you pivoted, pressing Leeseo’s back against the nearest wall. Her legs tightened around you, heels digging into your ass as you fucked her in sharp, shallow strokes designed to tease. "Tell him," you murmured against her ear, your breath hot. "Tell him who owns this pussy."
The force of your thrusts pinned Leeseo against the wall, her shoulders scraping against the drywall as her legs trembled around your waist. The phone lay forgotten on the desk, its screen still displaying her boyfriend’s horrified expression—his mouth moving soundlessly, his eyes wide with disbelief. But neither of you cared. All that mattered was the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the way her cunt clenched around you with every punishing drive of your hips.
"You feel that?" you growled, biting down on the curve of her shoulder as your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs. "Feel how fucking deep I am?" Leeseo could only whimper in response, her nails dragging down your back as her head lolled forward, sweat-damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her pussy pulsed around you, hot and slick, her body trembling on the precipice of another orgasm.
Then you shifted your grip, hooking one arm beneath her knees and spreading her wide—forcing her legs apart until her swollen, glistening cunt was fully exposed to the camera’s unblinking eye. Her boyfriend’s choked gasp crackled through the speaker, but Leeseo was beyond shame now. Her back arched, her hips grinding down onto your cock as you fucked her with relentless, brutal strokes.
"Look at him," you ordered, your voice rough with exertion. "Watch him watch you fall apart." Leeseo’s tear-streaked face turned toward the phone, her lips parted around ragged, uneven breaths. Her boyfriend’s expression twisted—betrayal, fury, disgust—but his gaze remained locked on where your cock disappeared into her, again and again, her pussy stretched obscenely around your length.
Then it happened.
Leeseo's entire body seized as the orgasm tore through her, her thighs clamping around your hips with bruising force. A guttural scream ripped from her throat—half pleasure, half humiliation—as her pussy convulsed violently around your cock, hot juices gushing down your shaft in slick, shameful rivulets. Her boyfriend's strangled gasp crackled through the phone's speaker, his horrified face frozen on the screen just as her cunt pulsed around you one final time, squirting hard enough for the translucent spray to glisten in the dim office light.
Then you let go.
A deep groan tore from your chest as your hips snapped forward one last time, burying yourself to the hilt as your cock twitched inside her. Warmth flooded her depths in thick, pulsing spurts, your release mixing with hers as it overflowed—dripping down her swollen lips in sticky strands that clung to her trembling thighs. Leeseo whimpered, her body going slack against you, her legs trembling violently as you slowly pulled out, watching your cum leak from her well-used pussy onto the floor beneath her.
Her boyfriend's voice was barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "*What the fuck*—Leeseo?! Answer me! Who the fuck is—"
But she was beyond responding. Her body slid bonelessly down the wall, collapsing onto the office floor in a heap of limp limbs and sweat-slick skin. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, her fingers twitching weakly against the carpet as a final shudder ran through her. The phone screen flickered—his face twisted in fury, mouth moving soundlessly—before the call abruptly disconnected, leaving the office bathed in heavy silence save for Leeseo's exhausted whimpers.
Enami Asa x Huh Yunjin x Jeon Somi x Lee Chaeyoung x Ning Yizhuo x Yeh Shuhua x m!reader
You've been sitting here for three or maybe four hours. You're not sure anymore. The numbers on your laptop stopped making sense a long time ago, but you're finally close to finishing your review for Tuesday's exam.
At some point over the years, this corner of the library basically became your spot. Your territory. Nobody ever comes back here. Seriously, nobody. You could probably disappear into this corner for weeks and they'd only notice sometime next winter.
The shelves are packed with dusty reference books nobody's touched since, apparently, 2011. The closest outlet had been hidden behind a filing cabinet you literally had to drag aside yourself.
It's the perfect place for the absolute silence studying requires. Completely forgotten by society.
Nothing bad could possibly happen here.
Then two hands suddenly cover your eyes from behind, and before you can react, a soft, sugary voice drifts right beside your ear, "Guess who."
...
Well.
Looks like your territory's been invaded.
You reach up, thumb brushing across her knuckles. Small hands. Smooth skin. Expensive perfume. "Gotta be the janitor," you say. "Pretty sure we're moving way too fast, though."
The hands pull back immediately. Then a tiny offended noise. Footsteps around the table.
"Ha. Ha. You're sooo funny, nerd. I like you already.”
Enami Asa steps into your line of sight and every coherent thought you had about thermodynamic equilibrium just evaporates. She's wearing all black. Cropped top, short skirt, boots that go halfway up her calves. Red lipstick that makes ignoring her full lips completely impossible. Her black hair falls straight past her shoulders and she's looking at you with this amused little tilt of her head.
You blink hard and rub your eyes.
Enami Asa: one of the most beautiful girls on campus. Right there, in the dead zone of the university library. Staring at you. What the fuck is happening?
"You know you're insanely hard to find, right?" she says, placing her backpack on the table before dropping into the chair across from you. She crosses her legs and leans back, eyes drifting over the dusty shelves. "Do you always hide out back here? I literally did two full laps around the building.”
"I was studying," you say, closing your laptop halfway. "Can I help you with something?"
She grins. Not in a nice way.
And you're not dumb. You get it. You've spent enough time here to understand how the whole social hierarchy thing works. Girls like Asa don't go looking for guys like you in some forgotten library corner unless they want something. Notes. Homework help. A study guide. Some favor they can cash in with a cute smile and forget about a few hours later.
"You can, actually," she says. "In fact, you might be the only person who can help me right now."
"That's a bold statement."
"I'm a bold girl," she says, adjusting in her seat until she's comfortable. Then she casually drops, like this is the most normal topic ever, "So there's this challenge going around on Twitter."
"X."
"Eat shit, it's literally the same app." She waves you off. "Anyway. It's trending right now. Me and my friends got into it too. Sort of a competition, I guess. NSFW stuff.”
Your pen stops moving.
"Oh…"
"Yeah." Now she's fully studying your face, looking way too entertained by the horror slowly spreading across it. "The idea's simple. You record yourself getting facefucked, upload it, get some likes, drive more people to your OF. Then gooners start ranking clips and arguing in the comments over which one's best. It's become this whole thing. Hashtags and all.”
You look left. You look right. You check behind you to make sure nobody has a camera pointed at this table. "Are you serious right now?" you ask.
"Of course I'm serious," she says, sounding almost offended. "Why the hell would I walk all the way to the ass end of this library and say that kind of shit to a guy like you if I wasn't serious?"
"I genuinely don't know. It's just... a pretty strange request."
"Don't be scared. Be flattered."
"I am neither of those things." You lean back in your chair. "Look, there are like ten thousand guys at this school. You literally have a different one on your arm every week. Go ask one of them."
Asa shakes her head. Just one slow motion. "Nah. Can't do that. We set a rule that every one of us has to find a different guy for the video." She leans back a little. "Has to be a nerd. Someone who'd normally have zero chance with any of us. That's the whole trend."
You stare at her for a few long seconds. "Damn, Asa. Really appreciate you putting me in the 'absolutely no shot' category.”
She laughs, loud enough that it echoes through the shelves and instantly makes you paranoid someone nearby heard the conversation. "Don't take it like that. Seriously. It's not even an insult. Think of it as charity." Her head tilts slightly. "Besides..." Her eyes narrow a little as she looks at you. "You've actually got something going on. Nerd glasses, messy hair… It's kinda cute."
"Amazing. Please engrave that on my grave."
"Stop being so dramatic."
"No. That's my final answer," you say immediately. "Find another victim.”
Asa gets to her feet. Then she does something that completely fries your remaining brain cells. She circles the table at an annoyingly calm pace and sits right in your lap. Just... casually. Her arm drapes over your shoulder while she gives you this ridiculous pout.
"Pleeease?" she says, all soft and sweet. "It'll take like five minutes. Nobody comes back here anyway. You've been hiding in this corner for hours and not one person walked past." She adjusts herself slightly. “I just need you to lend your cock and hold the phone. That's it."
You blink at her. "I can't believe this trend actually exists."
"Oh, it exists.” She already has her phone out. She pulls it from her skirt pocket and drops back onto your lap, scrolling lazily. “See? Hashtag RuinThePrettyFace. It blew up like four days ago.”
She holds the phone inches from your face. One clip after another. Smudged eyeliner. Sloppy expressions. Girls posing for the camera after getting absolutely wrecked. Your eyebrows climb higher with every swipe. Then she opens her own profile. Asa’s account is basically curated nude photography. Soft lighting. artsy filters. Careful angles. Nude after nude after nude.
"Because I have dignity. And you should try having some too. What you're describing is slutty."
She pulls back just enough to look you dead in the eyes. Zero shame. Zero hesitation. "But I am a slut," she says simply. "So that argument doesn't really work on me. Please," she repeats. "I'll do anything."
"Anything?”
"Anything." A pause. Then she laughs, catching herself. "Well. I can't exactly offer you sex as a reward because that's basically what's already going to happen. So that's off the table as a bargaining chip." She taps her chin, pretending to think. "Buuut you'll have my gratitude. My eternal, undying gratitude!”
"And what the fuck am I supposed to do with your gratitude?"
"I don't know, maybe shove it up your ass and stop playing hard to get?!" She hops off your lap and does a little spin in the aisle between shelves, arms out, letting you look. She stops facing you, one hand on her hip. "Look at me," she demands. "I'm hot. I'm perfect. Any guy on this campus would sell a kidney to be sitting where you're sitting right now. And you're telling me no? Be so fucking for real, dude.”
You rub your temples. "You're actually insane."
"Maybe. But I'm also not leaving until you say yes. I'll sit here all night. I'll follow you to your car. I'll show up at your next class. I will make this so much worse for you if you keep being difficult."
"That's called harassment."
"Call campus security then. Tell them Enami Asa won't stop asking you to let her suck your dick. See how much sympathy you get."
You let out a long breath through your nose. She's got you cornered and she knows it. You can see it all over her pretty face already, that smug little grin spreading because she's realized she's winning.
"Fuck me..." you mutter.
"Is that a yes?!"
You close your laptop with a soft click. Pinch the bridge of your nose beneath your glasses. Then you look up at her. At the ridiculously gorgeous girl standing between rows of dusty shelves in that little black outfit, red lips, and absolutely zero sense of shame. You make a decision that's either going to haunt you forever or randomly hit you at age eighty and make you smile. "Fine. Make it quick.”
Asa actually lights up. She bounces on her heels and claps once before she can stop herself. "Yes! Okay! Perfect!" She grins at you. "You seriously won't regret this.”
"I already regret this." She starts to lower herself to her knees right there, but you raise a hand and she freezes. "Wait," you say. "Can we at least make out a little first? Just to, you know… set the mood. I can't just go from thermodynamics to getting my dick sucked with no transition."
She stares at you for a second before rolling her eyes so hard it's honestly impressive.
"Oh my god." A sigh. "Fine. Sure. Whatever you need."
She comes back and sits on your lap again, this time facing you fully, her knees on either side of your thighs in the library chair. Your hands find her waist on pure instinct, settling on the strip of bare skin between her top and her skirt. She's warm. Unbelievably warm.
"You're unfairly hot, by the way. I'm having a hard time believing this is a real situation right now."
"I know," she says immediately, completely shameless. Her hands slide onto your shoulders. "Now enough with the compliments. Kiss me.”
You kiss her. It starts slow because you're still half convinced this is an elaborate prank and someone's going to jump out from behind the reference section with a camera. But Asa's lips are soft and she tastes like mint and whatever that expensive lipstick is made of, and your brain stops looking for the trap pretty quickly. Your hands settle on her waist, thumbs pressing into the narrow strip of bare skin above her skirt. She's tiny under your palms. You can almost feel her ribs.
She's good at this. Obviously she's good at this. Her tongue finds yours and she tilts her head just right, and there's this little sound that comes out of her, this quiet, pleased hum against your mouth that makes your fingers tighten on her waist without you meaning to. She shifts on your lap, pressing closer, and her hands slide from your shoulders to the back of your neck.
You're getting into it. Really getting into it. Your hand starts to drift up her side and she makes another sound, breathier this time, and you can feel the vibration of it through her whole body. Then she turns her head, breaking the kiss, and her palm lands flat on your chest. "Okay, okay. Enough."
"What?"
"I said enough." She wipes the corner of her mouth with her pinky finger, checking for smudges. "You're going to ruin my lipstick before we even start. My makeup needs to get destroyed on camera, not during the warm up."
"You have very specific priorities."
"I have excellent priorities." She rolls her hips once on your lap, settling her weight, and then goes completely still. You watch her expression shift. Her eyes drop down between your bodies, then come back up to your face. "Well," she says, and there's something new in the way she's looking at you. "I think we can start."
She picks up her phone from the table, slides off your lap, and drops to her knees on the library carpet. She taps the screen a few times, opens the camera app, and holds the phone out to you. "Here. You're filming."
You take it. "Vertical or horizontal?"
“Of course it’s vertical. This is Twitter content, not cinema.”
You angle the phone. She reaches for your belt. Her fingers work the buckle loose, then the button, then the zipper, and she's efficient about it, tugging your jeans down your thighs with a little help from you lifting your hips. Your boxers are still on. The outline of you through the fabric is, well… it's pretty obvious.
Asa pauses. Her hands don't move, still resting at your waistband, but her eyes do. They settle on the bulge and stay there.
"Huh?'' she mutters.
Then she pulls your boxers down. Your cock springs free and bobs once, heavy and thick, settling against your lower stomach. The shaft is fat, veiny, flushed. In the dim lighting of the library corner, it looks even bigger than usual, and Asa is just kneeling there, looking at it, her hands frozen in midair. "Wow," she says quietly. Then, louder, like she's trying to convince herself as much as you. "Okay. This might be harder than I imagined."
You look down at her. "You can always give up."
Her head snaps up. The shock on her face converts instantly to pure, offended determination. "Excuse me? You think I'm afraid of a big cock? Are you seriously sitting there telling Enami Asa to give up?"
"I'm just saying."
"Don't underestimate me." She wraps her fingers around the base and the tips barely meet her thumb. She stares at that for a second, jaw flexing, then shakes it off. "Okay. Here's how this works. I'm going to suck your dick first. Get it nice and wet, do my thing. Then when I tap your thigh twice, like this," she demonstrates, two quick pats on your leg, "that's your signal. That means you can start fucking my face. Got it?" You nod. "Use one hand for the phone, one hand on the back of my head. And keep the angle tight on my face. This isn't about you, this is about me looking good."
"And then looking bad."
"And then looking incredible while looking bad." She adjusts her position on her knees, straightens her back, flips her hair over one shoulder. "You can start recording."
You hit the red button. The timer starts counting in the corner of the screen.
The shift is immediate. Asa was already pretty, already the kind of person who pulled attention without trying, but the second the camera goes live, something changes. Something clicks into place. Her posture straightens slightly. Her chin lifts. A slow smile pulls at her lips. Suddenly she isn't looking at you anymore. She's looking at the lens. Looking at the people on the other side of it. The ones who'll watch this alone in bed at some stupid hour of the night.
And just like that, she's performing.
She leans forward and presses her lips to the tip of your cock. Just a kiss. The red lipstick leaves a faint mark on your skin and she pulls back to admire it, still smiling at the camera. Then her tongue comes out, flat and pink, and she drags it across the head in one slow pass. Another kiss, this time on the underside, right where the shaft meets the ridge. She's teasing. Taking her time. Making sure the camera catches every angle of her pretty face against your thick cock.
She licks a long stripe from the base to the tip, her dark eyes locked on the lens the entire time. Then another. Then she swirls her tongue around the head, slow and wet, collecting the precum that's already beading at the slit. She holds it on her tongue for a beat, letting the camera see it, then swallows and licks her lips clean.
She opens her mouth and takes you in. The feeling is insane. Her mouth is hot and tight and her tongue does this thing where it presses flat against the underside of your shaft as she sinks down, creating this slick pressure that makes your toes curl in your shoes. She takes about half of you on the first pass, which given the girth is genuinely impressive, and her cheeks hollow as she pulls back up.
And she looks so fucking beautiful doing it. Enami Asa, on her knees on the library floor, with her black outfit and her red lipstick and her sharp little face stuffed full of your cock. The visual is so absurd, so completely disconnected from everything your life has been up to this point, that you almost forget to keep the phone steady.
She sucks you with purpose. Bobbing her head in a steady rhythm, taking a little more each time, letting the spit build up until it's coating your shaft in a slick layer. She pulls off with a wet sound and spits on your cock, a thick string that drips down the length, and then her fist wraps around you and pumps, spreading it, twisting at the head. She jacks you off with both hands for a few strokes, watching the way your cock throbs in her grip, and then she's back on it, hungrier this time.
You can feel her jaw stretching around you. Can see the effort in the way her brow furrows slightly, the way her throat works as she tries to accommodate the width. But she doesn't stop. Doesn't slow down. She finds her rhythm and sticks with it, her head moving in smooth, controlled bobs, her lips sealed tight, her tongue working the underside.
She pulls off just long enough to glance up at you. Not at the camera this time. At you.
"You better be getting my good side," she murmurs, her fist still pumping slowly.
"You're kind of busy to be giving direction."
"I'm always giving direction." She licks the tip once more, then sinks back down.
A minute passes. The wet sounds of her mouth on you fill the quiet corner of the library, obscenely loud in the silence. Spit drips from her chin onto her black top. Her lipstick is starting to smear, red bleeding past the edges of her lips, staining your shaft in uneven rings.
Then you feel it. Two quick taps on your thigh. She takes you back into her mouth, both hands dropping to rest on your knees, and tilts her head up so the camera can catch her full face. Her eyes are glassy. Her lips are swollen. She looks up at you through her lashes and gives the smallest nod.
You adjust the phone in your right hand, making sure the frame is tight on her face. Then your left hand slides to the back of her head, fingers threading through her dark hair, and you grip.
Your fingers tighten in her hair. You guide her head forward, slow, feeling the resistance of her throat as your cock pushes deeper than she was taking it on her own. Asa's hands grip your knees and her jaw stretches wide, lips pulling taut around your girth. She gags once, a tight spasm at the back of her throat, and you pull her back. She gasps, spit connecting her lower lip to your shaft in a thin strand, and before she can fully recover you push her down again.
The rhythm is careful at first. You're testing how much she can handle, reading the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers flex against your legs. Each push goes a little deeper. Each pull gives her just enough time to suck in a quick breath before you feed her your cock again. The wet sounds are filthy in the silence of the library. Every gag, every slick glide of her lips echoes off the bookshelves.
Asa's brow creases. She's concentrating, trying to relax her throat, but the girth keeps catching her. You can feel it, the involuntary tightening each time the thickest part of your shaft hits the back of her mouth. Her eyes water. Not crying, just the reflexive response of her body fighting what her brain has decided it's going to do. She breathes hard through her nose, hot bursts against your pelvis, and pushes through.
You set a pace. Your hand guides her head in smooth bobs, your hips rolling up to meet her on the downstroke. Spit builds and spills from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin in messy lines. The red lipstick is wrecked now, smeared in wide streaks across her cheeks and along your shaft, leaving your cock painted in uneven bands of crimson. Her mascara holds for a while, longer than you'd expect, but the constant watering finally wins and dark smudges start bleeding beneath her lower lashes.
She pulls off your cock abruptly, gasping, a thick rope of saliva stretching from her lips to your head before snapping and landing on her chin. She coughs once, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing the lipstick further. Her eyes are glassy and red rimmed when she looks up at you.
"How is it," she asks between breaths. "How do I look?"
You angle the phone down at her, making sure the frame catches everything. The ruined lipstick, the mascara tracking down her cheeks, the spit glistening on her chin and neck, the way her usually perfect hair is sticking to the damp skin of her forehead.
"Beautiful," you say. "Completely ruined. You look incredible."
"Good," she says. "That's the point." She opens her mouth and takes you back in, and this time you don't start slow. Your grip tightens in her hair and you thrust up into her mouth with real intent, your hips snapping, the back of her throat meeting your cock on every stroke. Asa groans around you, the sound vibrating through your entire shaft, and her hands fly to your thighs for balance.
The pace is punishing now. Her head bobs in your grip, guided by your hand, and the sounds coming from her mouth are obscene. Wet, choked, guttural. Drool pours freely, coating your balls, dripping onto the carpet between her knees. Her black top is spotted with dark wet patches. She gags hard on a deep thrust and you hold her there for a second, your cock buried to the hilt, her nose pressed against your pelvis, feeling her throat convulse around you before you let her up.
She pulls back just far enough to breathe, her lips still brushing the head, and looks up at you with those ruined, watery eyes.
"Fuck," she pants. "This cock is so thick. I can barely fit it in my mouth." She jacks you with one hand, spit making the motion effortless, her small fingers unable to close around the circumference. "How does a little nerd end up with something like this? It's not fair."
"Genetics," you manage.
"Shut up." She licks a flat stripe up the underside, collecting the mess of spit and precum. "I'm serious, this thing is fat. My jaw is going to be sore for a week." She presses her lips to the head, almost affectionately, then opens wide and takes you deep again.
You fuck her face harder. The library is dead quiet except for the relentless, sloppy rhythm of your cock in her throat. Asa has given up trying to look composed. Her eyes are squeezed shut, tears cutting clean tracks through her smudged mascara. Her cheeks are flushed pink beneath the mess of ruined makeup. Spit and drool coat her entire chin, dripping in long strings onto her chest. She looks nothing like the sharp, immaculate girl who sat down across from you twenty minutes ago.
She looks better.
Your balls tighten. The pressure that's been building low in your stomach pulls into a hard knot and you feel the edge approaching fast. Asa must feel it too, the way your cock swells, the way your grip shifts in her hair, because her eyes open and lock onto yours. She doesn't pull back. She grabs your hip with one hand and pulls you deeper, taking your cock into her throat until her lips stretch around the base, and holds herself there.
You cum. The first shot fires directly into her throat and Asa's eyes go wide. You can see the muscles in her neck working, trying to swallow around the sudden flood. Your cock pulses again, a second thick load, then a third, each one making her throat bob as she struggles to keep up. It's a lot. More than she expected, clearly, because her eyes start to water fresh and you can hear this strained, gurgling sound as she tries to swallow without pulling off.
She manages. Barely. Her throat works overtime, gulping, swallowing, her fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to leave marks. Some of it escapes, a thick white trail leaking from the corner of her sealed lips, running down her chin, dripping onto her collarbone. She stays on you through the last few pulses, her throat milking every drop, until you finally stop throbbing and your grip in her hair loosens.
Asa pulls off slowly. Your cock slides from between her lips with a slick, heavy sound, and she sits back on her heels, breathing hard.
Her face is destroyed. The red lipstick exists only in faint, smeared traces across her cheeks and chin. Her mascara has bled into dark streaks that reach almost to her jawline. Her eyes are bloodshot, rimmed in red, lashes clumped together with moisture. Drool and cum coat her chin, her neck, the front of her top. Her hair is tangled and damp where your fingers gripped it.
She looks at the camera and smiles. This wide, satisfied, absolutely filthy smile, cum still glistening on her lower lip. She holds the look for a few seconds, letting the camera drink it in.
You stop recording. The timer reads eleven minutes and forty seven seconds. Your thumb hits the red button and the screen freezes on the last frame. Asa on her knees, wrecked, smiling. "How'd it turn out," she asks, her speech slightly hoarse. She reaches for the water bottle on the table and takes a long drink.
You scroll back through the footage, skimming. "Pretty good, actually. You have a genuine talent for this."
"I have a talent for most things." She holds her hand out. "Let me see." You pass her the phone and she watches sections of the clip, scrubbing through with her thumb, pausing on certain moments. Her expression is clinical now, analytical. She's reviewing footage, not reliving the experience.
"When are you posting it," you ask, pulling your boxers back up, getting your jeans situated.
"Probably tomorrow. Or maybe the day after. I still need to throw the video into Premiere and polish the edit a bit.”
"...You're editing blowjob footage in Premiere. Okay, sure. I don't know why I'm still surprised."
"Well yeah?" She looks at you like you're the weird one. "The lighting back here was awful. I need to fix the exposure, warm up the colors a little, cut out the dead space at the beginning..." She swipes through the footage. "Probably clean up the framing too. Blur anything that points back to you. Add captions… I'm not uploading raw footage. Be serious.”
You stare at her. "Is all that really necessary? It's a blowjob video, not a short film."
"It is absolutely necessary. You can't just upload raw footage like some amateur. Quality matters. Presentation matters. This is going on my page, and my page has an aesthetic."
She puts the phone down, reaches for her backpack on the table, and pulls out a small face towel and a compact mirror. She flips the mirror open and examines her reflection, tilting her head side to side, cataloguing the damage. Then she starts cleaning up, wiping the mascara streaks, the spit, the residue from her chin and neck.
"Thank you, by the way," she says, not looking up from the mirror. "Your dick is really nice. Genuinely. It looked great in the video. The size contrast between me and that thing is pretty hot."
"Thank you. I guess."
"You're welcome. I guess." She mimics your tone without missing a beat, still dabbing at her face. "You can leave now. I need to finish putting myself back together and I can't do that with you watching me."
You gather your laptop, your notes, your pens. Everything goes into your backpack. You zip it shut and stand up, pushing the chair back under the table. "Hey. One thing."
"What."
"Change my voice in the video. Pitch it up or down, whatever. Just alter it enough that nobody can identify me."
She waves dismissively. "Already planned on it. I'll run it through a filter. I'm a pro at this stuff." She meets your eyes in the mirror's reflection. "Now bye."
"Bye, Asa." You sling your backpack over your shoulder and walk out of the dead zone of the library, past the dusty reference shelves, back toward the main floor where normal people are doing normal things. The late afternoon sun hits you through the library's front windows as you push through the doors. Fresh air fills your lungs. You adjust your glasses, fix your hair, and start walking toward the parking lot.
It was a little degrading. You're aware of that. You just let a girl you barely know use you for content, boss you around, and treat you like a prop in her social media strategy. That part stings, a bit, if you think about it too hard.
On the other hand, it was also one of the best orgasms of your life. So maybe sitting with it too long isn't necessary.
—
The girls have officially taken over the theater lobby.
Ning’s holding a popcorn bucket almost as big as she is, carefully picking out the best coated pieces first. Shuhua has already loaded up on candy and a slushie. Yunjin’s in the middle of debating the water bottle policy with the cashier. Somi’s texting someone nonstop. Chaeyoung is fully invested in the ingredients list on a candy box for reasons nobody understands. Asa is standing slightly apart from the group, examining her nails.
“Has anyone recorded it yet?" Ning asks, popping a kernel into her mouth. "The challenge, I mean. I haven't even picked a guy."
General murmurs of negation ripple through the group. Shuhua shakes her head. Yunjin is still fighting the cashier. Somi doesn't look up from her phone. Chaeyoung quietly puts the candy box back on the shelf.
"I have," Asa says.
Every head turns.
"Already?" Shuhua's eyes go wide. "It's been like two days since we agreed on this."
"It was this afternoon, actually." Asa inspects a cuticle with surgical focus. "I finished about four hours ago."
Ning abandons her popcorn curation entirely. "Send it. Right now. Group chat."
"Absolutely not. I haven't finished editing. The raw footage needs color correction, the audio is unbalanced, and I want to add text overlays for the—"
"Oh my god, just send the raw version,” Ning groans.
"No. You'll see it when it's ready."
Shuhua leans in, lowering her tone even though nobody else in the lobby is paying attention. "Is it someone from our college?"
"Yes."
"Someone we know?"
Asa lets out a short laugh. “Absolutely not. He’s literally just some random library guy. Total loser. But Jesus Christ, his dick is huge. Like, weirdly huge. I was not mentally prepared for that at all.” Ning's eyebrows climb her forehead. "It was fucking hard to handle," Asa continues, touching her throat absently. "My throat still hurts a little, honestly. The girth on that thing was insane."
"The quiet ones always pack," Yunjin offers, having apparently won her water bottle argument. She rejoins the group with the confidence of a courtroom victor. "It's like a rule of the universe."
Chaeyoung has been quiet this whole time, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. She clears her throat softly. "I've been thinking, and I might not do the challenge. I don't think I can just walk up to some random guy and ask him to, you know. I'd rather die."
Somi finally looks up from her phone. She crosses the gap between them in two long strides and puts her hand on Chaeyoung's shoulder. Firm. Decisive. "You're not backing out," Somi tells her. "I won't allow it."
"But I literally cannot approach a stranger and say those things to his face. I would combust."
"Then don't. You're recording with me. We'll do it as a duo."
Chaeyoung blinks. "Wait, really?"
Yunjin nods encouragingly. "If you want, we can help you find someone too. I know a few guys in my econ lecture who would probably pass out if you looked at them."
Somi cuts her off. "No need. I already have someone picked out. Chae records with me, I handle the talking, she just needs to show up and look pretty." She squeezes Chaeyoung's shoulder. "Easy."
Relief floods Chaeyoung's face. "Okay. If we're doing it together, then yeah. I'm in. Thank you."
"Don't thank me. Just bring lip gloss and a hair tie."
Asa tilts her head, considering the arrangement. "A duo is smart, actually. The contrast will look really good on camera. Two girls, one cock. The timeline will eat that up."
"It's going to be so hot," Ning agrees, pulling out her phone to check the trending hashtag.
Armed with popcorn, candy, and oversized drinks, the six of them file into the theater. They talk about the movie previews, assignments, dumb campus gossip. As if they’re not all going into this week with the exact same goal: finding someone with a nice dick.
—
The next day arrives. You're walking through the main corridor on the second floor, laptop bag over your shoulder, earbuds in, heading toward your next lecture. The hallway is busy. Students moving between classes, conversations overlapping, the usual controlled chaos of midday foot traffic.
"Hey, you!"
You don't react. That shout belongs to someone else's life.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Glasses!"
Still probably not you. Lots of people wear glasses. You keep walking. Fast footsteps come up behind you, then a manicured hand lands on your shoulder and whips you around surprisingly hard.
Jeon Somi stands in front of you.
Blonde hair spilling over her shoulders in soft waves. A designer jacket thrown over a top that’s doing absolutely nothing to hide her massive breasts. Long legs wrapped in fitted jeans. Sharp cheekbones, light brown eyes, and a look that feels dangerously close to a threat.
“Are you deaf?” she asks bluntly.
“Sorry. Didn’t realize you were talking to me. People don’t usually yell at me in hallways.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” Her gaze drags over you from head to toe, quick but thorough, leaving you feeling weirdly inspected. “You’re coming with me.”
“Where? Why?”
She doesn't answer. She grabs your hand and starts walking. Not beside you. Ahead of you. Pulling you behind her like a rolling suitcase. Her grip is strong and her strides are long and you have to half jog to keep up without tripping. People notice immediately. Heads turn. Conversations pause. You catch students doing double takes as you pass. Two guys from your programming class nearly short-circuit when they see Jeon Somi towing you down the hall.
And yeah, you get why. Everyone knows who she is. The leaked nude scandal last semester made sure of that. So did the endless rumors afterward, the guys she’s been seen with, the stories people tell about her like she’s some campus celebrity. Someone like her choosing someone like you feels fundamentally wrong to everyone watching.
By tomorrow, half the school is probably going to know your name too.
Somi takes you up a stairwell. First floor, second floor, third floor. Down a corridor that gets progressively emptier. Past classrooms that are clearly in use, then past ones that aren't. The fluorescent lights up here flicker intermittently. One of the ceiling tiles has a water stain shaped like Florida.
"Somi. What do you want so badly that you had to physically drag me across the building."
"It's just a favor," she says over her shoulder.
And there it is. That word again. Favor. The exact same word Asa used yesterday at your table in the library, right before she dropped the most insane proposition you’d ever heard in your life. Suddenly the pieces line up perfectly in your head. They know each other. Asa and Somi. Same friend group. Same social circle. Same weird fucking challenge.
Yesterday it was Asa. Today it’s Somi.
You stop walking and pull your hand free from her grip. She turns around, annoyed, "What?!"
"This is about that challenge. The Twitter thing."
Somi stares at you for a beat. "You know about it?"
"I'm familiar, yeah."
"Great. So I don't need to waste time explaining." She folds her arms under her chest, drawing your attention exactly where she probably expects it to go. “Are you in?”
"Why me specifically?"
"Because you're the most pathetic looking guy on this campus." She says it without a shred of hesitation or remorse. "But you're also decent enough that I wouldn't gag just from touching your dick. That's a narrow window, and congratulations, you fit through it."
"That's the worst compliment anyone has ever given me."
"It wasn't a compliment." The two of you are standing outside a classroom at the very end of the corridor. A laminated sign taped to the door reads CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE.
"This is where you picked," you say, looking at the sign. "A room that's closed for maintenance."
"Nobody will come in here. It's been shut for two weeks."
"A ceiling panel could literally fall on our heads."
"It's not going to." She pushes the handle and the door swings open. "Stop making excuses and get in."
You step into the classroom. The room is dim, lit only by thin strips of sunlight slipping through the blinds along the far wall. Desks have been shoved aside in crooked rows, and dust drifts lazily through the light. Half-erased equations still cover the whiteboard, leftovers from whatever class used this room last. And at the front of the room, perched casually on the professor’s desk, is a girl you’ve seen around campus but never spoken to. She has a pretty, sculpted face, big round eyes and dark hair with faint highlights catching the light. She's wearing an oversized cream colored sweater and a plaid skirt; the whole look makes her seem way too cozy and cute for a place this depressing.
She sneezes violently out of nowhere.
“Somi!” she groans, rubbing at her nose. “This room is disgusting. I’ve been here fifteen minutes and I’m pretty sure I’ve developed lung disease.”
"Stop being dramatic, Chae. A little dust never killed anyone." She closes the door behind you and strides further into the room. She motions between you and the girl on the desk like she’s hosting introductions at some awkward social event. “This is the guy I was talking about. Nerd boy, meet Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung, meet nerd boy.”
Chaeyoung hops down from the desk, landing lightly on her sneakers. She’s almost the same height as Somi, though Somi still has a couple inches on her. "I've seen you around before," she says. "You're usually in the library, right? Or sitting by the fountain near the engineering building."
"Yeah, that's my usual orbit."
"We've never actually spoken, though." She extends her hand. "I'm Chaeyoung. Lee Chaeyoung."
You shake it. Her grip is gentle, her palm warm. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
Finally, you think. Someone with basic social skills and a functioning sense of decency. You glance between the two of them. They're both wearing a noticeable amount of makeup. Chaeyoung has this soft, glowy look, peachy tones and delicate details. Somi went heavier. Contoured cheekbones, defined brows, lips glossed to a mirror finish. They look like they're ready for a photoshoot, not a afternoon on the third floor of a building with water stained ceiling tiles.
"Great," Somi announces, clapping her hands once. "Now that we all know each other and we've done the little handshake thing, let's record."
You lean against one of the pushed aside desks. "Can I ask what the point of this is? Genuinely. What do either of you gain from recording this?"
"Likes," Somi says immediately. "Followers. Engagement. Clout. Take your pick."
"And that's worth it?"
"We don't care what you think. It's none of your business what we do with the video." She crosses her arms. "You're here to provide a service. That's it."
Chaeyoung shifts her weight, tugging at the cuff of her oversized sweater. "I almost gave up on the whole thing, honestly. I know it's kind of crazy. Like, objectively, this is insane behavior."
"It is insane behavior," you confirm.
"But she's here now," Somi cuts in, putting her arm around Chaeyoung's shoulders. "And she is not backing down. Right, Chae?"
"Right. Yeah. I'm here. I'm doing it."
Somi turns her attention back to you, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Speaking of which. Your dick. Is it at least big? Because I swear to god, if I dragged you up three flights of stairs and you pull out a micropenis, I will be furious."
"It's decent."
"Decent, huh? That's exactly what guys say when they have a tiny cock. Every single time. 'It's decent.' 'It gets the job done.' And then you pull their pants down and it's like finding a AA battery in a sock."
"That's a very specific image. Sounds like you're speaking from experience."
"Don't test me right now."
Chaeyoung steps forward, putting herself slightly between you and Somi. "Can you stop being so mean to him? He's already doing us a favor by agreeing to this. The least you can do is be civil."
Somi rolls her eyes with her entire body. Her head tilts back, her shoulders drop, her hands fly up. "Please. Look at him, Chae. Look at this guy. He has never received a blowjob in his life. We are going to be the first people to ever touch his dick. He should be on his knees thanking us for the privilege."
"That's not true," you say. "I've had sex before."
"Sure you have."
"I'm serious. I actually got a blowjob yesterday."
Both of them look at you. Chaeyoung with genuine curiosity. Somi with theatrical disbelief. "Oh, really?" Somi takes a step closer, tilting her head. "Who gave you a blowjob yesterday? Name and surname, please."
The name almost leaves your mouth. It sits right there on the tip of your tongue, ready to go. And for a split second you consider it, because telling Somi that her friend already used you for this exact challenge would probably create enough chaos to shut this whole thing down. Asa mentioned that every girl had to pick a different guy. If Somi finds out she's not the first, that Asa already had you, she'd lose her mind.
Better to keep that card in your back pocket.
"It's personal," you say.
Somi stares at you for two full seconds, then turns to Chaeyoung. "See? Obvious lie. He panicked and couldn't even make up a name." She points at a chair near the center of the room. "Now sit over there."
You grab your backpack, drop it in the corner by the door, and sit in the chair she indicated. It's one of those standard classroom chairs with the little desk arm attached, but you push the arm out of the way and settle in. Somi is already moving around the room, scouting angles. She finds a spot on a shelf near the whiteboard, props her phone against a stack of old textbooks, and adjusts the lean until she's satisfied with the frame.
"The phone stays here,” she explains, tapping the screen. “It'll get both of us in the shot."
"Professional setup,” you say.
"I don't do amateur." She walks back toward you, Chaeyoung falling into step beside her. "Here's how this works. It's simple. The goal is for us to get facefucked until our makeup is ruined. That's the whole point of the trend. Cute face goes in, wrecked face comes out. So you need to not cum in thirty seconds like some premature disaster. Hold it together until our makeup is properly smudged. Can you manage that?"
"I think I can handle it," you say.
Somi raises an eyebrow. "You think?"
"... I'll handle it," you correct.
She nods once and starts heading toward the phone to hit record, but you lift a hand.
"Wait. One thing."
She stops and turns. "What now?"
"Can you show me your tits? Just... help me out a little. Get things moving."
The look she gives you is lethal. You're genuinely not sure if she's about to slap you or walk out. "You're such a pervert."
"You're about to do all this for Twitter likes. I don't think I'm the only pervert in this room.”
Chaeyoung lets out a laugh, immediately stifled behind her hand. Somi shoots her a look and Chaeyoung straightens her face, pressing her lips together.
"Fine," Somi mutters, then reaches back and taps the record button on her phone. She walks back over to you, stops right in front of your chair, and shrugs off her jacket with way more force than necessary, tossing it onto the floor. Then, without hesitation, she grabs the hem of her top and pulls it over her head in one smooth motion. She'd been going braless this whole time.
And her breasts are genuinely, absurdly large. Full and round on her narrow frame, heavy enough to bounce slightly from the motion of pulling her top off. Her skin is smooth, even toned, her nipples a soft pink against the pale expanse.
She stands there with her hands on her hips, topless and defiant. "Happy now, pervert?"
Chaeyoung is pulling at the collar of her cream sweater, fanning herself. "God, it really is hot in here. No ventilation at all." She tugs the sweater over her head and folds it neatly, setting it on a desk. Underneath she's wearing a simple white bra. Her chest is small, barely filling the cups, her collarbones delicate and pronounced above the band.
The contrast is staggering. Somi's huge, bare breasts next to Chaeyoung's petite frame in her little white bra. The tall, aggressive blonde towering over the soft, nervous brunette. Both of them in front of you, half undressed, in a locked classroom on the third floor of a building nobody visits.
Your cock is hard. Fully, uncomfortably hard, straining against the front of your jeans. There's no hiding it and you don't try. "Okay," Somi says, her eyes dropping to your lap for a fraction of a second. "Let's begin."
She kneels in front of the chair. Chaeyoung follows, settling on her knees to Somi's right. Somi's hands go to your belt, her long fingers working the buckle with efficiency. She yanks your jeans down your thighs with both hands, and your boxers come with them. She doesn't bother with the slow reveal. She pulls everything to your ankles in one sharp tug and your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach, thick and fully hard.
Somi stops. Her hands are still on the bunched fabric at your knees. Her eyes are locked on your cock. Her lips part, just slightly, and you watch her throat move as she swallows. "What the fuck," she mutters.
Chaeyoung, kneeling beside her, has gone completely still. Her mouth is open. Her eyes are wide. She's staring at your cock the way people stare at car accidents. Unable to look away, unable to process what she's seeing.
"Okay, that's..." She cuts herself off and stares for another second. "No. Hold on… That is actually the biggest dick I've ever seen in my entire life." She looks back up at you. "I'm being serious.”
Somi recovers. She flips her hair over one shoulder and wraps her fingers around the base. They don't close. Her fingertips fall about a centimeter short of her thumb.
"Well," she says, tone forcibly casual. "At least you won't embarrass us in the video."
"That's all you have to say?" Chaeyoung is still gaping. "Somi, look at this thing."
"I'm looking at it. I'm literally holding it. Stop acting like you've never seen a cock."
"Not one like this."
Somi starts stroking. Slow, tight pulls from base to tip, her grip adjusting to accommodate the girth. Her palm is slick with nothing but her own sweat and it's not enough, so she leans forward and spits. A thick, glossy string that lands on the shaft and she spreads it with her fist, twisting on the upstroke. Chaeyoung reaches out tentatively and wraps her smaller hand around the shaft just below Somi's. Her fingers look even more inadequate against the thickness. She strokes in tandem, following Somi's rhythm, and you can see the fascination on her face. She's studying your cock like it's a specimen, tilting her head, watching the way the veins pulse under her fingers.
"I literally do not know how I'm going to fit this in my mouth," Chaeyoung says quietly.
"The harder it is to take, the hotter it'll look on camera," Somi says, pumping steadily. "Trust me. You're gonna look amazing struggling with it. Just try not to throw up on his cock. I'm not doing another take because your gag reflex decided to betray us."
Chaeyoung immediately scrunches up her face. "Ew. Why would you even say that?"
"Because I'm thinking ahead.”
You lean back in the chair, watching both of their hands work your shaft. "Somi, quick suggestion: instead of talking about vomit, maybe switch gears and give me a titjob. Feels a lot more productive.”
Somi's head snaps up. "Who do you think you are? Asking me for a titjob? This isn't about your pleasure, this is about our content. You have no rights here. You're a prop."
Chaeyoung glances between you and Somi. "Actually, that would look really good on camera,” you explain.
"Excuse me?"
"Think about it," you say, keeping your tone light, reasonable. "Your tits wrapped around my cock, all wet and shiny with spit. Glistening in the light. That's premium content. The timeline would lose their minds."
"God, fine!” Somi snaps. "But only because it'll look good. Not because you asked." She shifts forward on her knees, positioning herself between your legs. She grabs your cock and angles it straight up, then presses her breasts together around the shaft.
The visual is pornographic: your thick cock disappearing into the soft, warm valley of her massive tits, the head poking out from the top of her cleavage on every upstroke. "Chae, spit on it," she orders.
Chaeyoung leans in and spits on the head of your cock, a neat string that drips down the shaft and into Somi's cleavage. Somi starts moving, sliding her breasts up and down, using her hands to press them tight around you. The friction is insane. Warm and slick and pillowy, her soft skin squeezing your girth from both sides.
She finds her rhythm, bouncing her tits on your cock with smooth rolls of her torso. More spit from Chaeyoung. More from Somi herself, leaning down to drool on your shaft before pressing it back between her breasts. The saliva mixes with the thin sheen of sweat building on her skin, and soon her entire chest is glistening, your cock sliding effortlessly through the slick channel.
"There," Somi says, watching the head of your cock emerge from her cleavage on each upstroke. "Happy now?"
"Extremely."
"Enjoy it. This is the only titjob you'll ever get from these." She works you for another minute, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each motion, wet and gleaming in the dusty light filtering through the blinds. Your cock throbs between them, flushed and leaking, leaving trails of precum that mix with the saliva coating her skin. Eventually Somi pulls back, her breasts separating from your shaft with a slick sound.
"Okay. Enough warmup. Time for the real thing." She grabs your cock and angles it toward her face. "Don't go easy on me. I can handle whatever you've got."
You put your hand on the back of her head. Blonde hair, silky and thick between your fingers. You pull her forward and your cock slides past her glossy lips, stretching them wide. Somi takes half of you on the first push, her jaw straining around the girth, and you feel her throat clench as you hit the back of her mouth. You pull back, then push again, deeper. Her eyes water but she doesn't flinch. She grabs your thighs and braces herself, and you start fucking her face with real momentum.
Somi is aggressive even when she's the one being used. She pushes back against your thrusts, trying to take more, making these low grunting sounds in her throat every time you bottom out. Spit builds fast, coating your shaft in thick, frothy ropes that drip from her chin onto her bare chest. Her lipgloss is the first casualty, smearing in wide, shiny streaks across her cheeks and along your cock.
You pull out and she gasps, spit hanging from her lower lip in long strings. "Harder," she demands. "Come on, nerd. That's all you've got?"
You grab a fistful of her hair and shove her back down. Harder this time. Faster. The slapping of her lips meeting your pelvis fills the classroom, wet and rhythmic and obscene. Her mascara starts to run. Dark streaks bleeding from the corners of her eyes, tracking down her cheekbones. Her contour, her foundation, all of it softening and smudging under the assault of spit and tears.
You pull out of Somi's mouth and angle your cock toward Chaeyoung. She's been kneeling beside Somi this whole time, watching with flushed cheeks and parted lips, her hands resting on her thighs. "Your turn," you say.
Chaeyoung takes a breath and opens her mouth. You guide yourself in gently, slower than you did with Somi. Her lips stretch around the head and she whimpers, high and soft, her brow creasing as the girth fills her mouth. You push in a few inches and feel her gag, her throat tightening, her hands flying to your hips.
You stop. Let her adjust. She breathes through her nose, her eyes squeezed shut, and then nods slightly. You push again, easing into a shallow rhythm, just the first half of your shaft sliding between her stretched lips. She's struggling. Her jaw isn't built for this. But she's trying, god is she trying, her tongue working the underside of your cock, her lips sealed tight despite the strain.
"Relax your throat," Somi coaches from beside her. "Stop fighting it. Let him in." Chaeyoung adjusts her angle, tilting her chin up, and on the next stroke you slide an inch deeper. She gags again but pushes through it, her fingers gripping your thighs, her eyes watering. The peachy blush on her cheeks is bleeding, her subtle eye makeup starting to track.
You alternate. A minute in Somi's mouth, rough and fast, her mascara running in black rivers while she glares up at you with those defiant eyes. Then a minute in Chaeyoung's, slower, gentler, watching her struggle and adapt and gradually take more of you. Between rounds, they lick your cock together. Somi on one side, Chaeyoung on the other, their tongues meeting at the tip in a messy, overlapping tangle. Chaeyoung giggles when their lips brush. Somi pretends she doesn't notice.
Somi grabs the back of Chaeyoung's head suddenly, fingers tangling in her dark hair, and pushes her down on your cock.
"Deeper," Somi orders. "Don't be a pussy about it. Take it." Chaeyoung's eyes go wide and she gags hard as your cock hits the back of her throat, but Somi holds her there, keeps her down. You feel Chaeyoung's throat spasm around the head of your cock and her fingers dig into your thighs. Somi eases up after a few seconds and Chaeyoung pulls off gasping, a thick web of spit connecting her lips to your shaft.
"See?" Somi says. "You can take it. You just needed a push."
"You're crazy," Chaeyoung breathes. But she's smiling.
She leans back in, licking along the shaft, and takes you into her mouth again on her own terms. Deeper. More confident. Her eyes find yours and stay there, glassy and adoring. Then Somi pushes Chaeyoung aside and swallows your cock to the base. All of it. Her nose pressing into your pelvis, her throat bulging, her eyes rolling back for just a second before she catches herself. She holds you there, breathing through her nose in sharp bursts, then pulls off and jacks you with both hands.
"Fuck," Somi mutters, staring at your cock. "Why does your stupid dick feel so good in my throat." She says it like she's genuinely annoyed about it.
You fuck her face until her foundation is gone entirely, until the careful contour is just a memory and her cheeks are flushed and raw and wet with tears and spit. You fuck Chaeyoung's face until her peachy blush is smeared sideways and her mascara has bled into dark smudges beneath her lashes. They take turns. They share. They kiss each other around the head of your cock, their ruined lips meeting in sloppy, wet passes, tasting each other and tasting you.
The pressure in your stomach is winding tight. The balls deep thrusts into Somi's willing throat, the sweet suction of Chaeyoung's eager mouth, the visual of two beautiful, wrecked girls on their knees fighting over your cock. You won't last.
"I'm close," you tell them.
Somi pulls off immediately, gripping the base of your cock with one hand. "On our faces. Stand up."
You stand. Your legs are shaky but you manage. Somi and Chaeyoung press their cheeks together, kneeling side by side in front of you, looking up. You stroke your cock over their faces. Fast, tight pulls, your fist slick with the accumulated spit of both their mouths. Somi's hand comes up and wraps around yours, helping you pump, her eyes locked on the head of your cock inches from her face.
And then you cum. The first shot catches Somi across the bridge of her nose and her right cheek, a thick white rope that clings to her skin and starts to drip. She flinches and then holds still, jaw clenched, taking it. The second hits her forehead and tracks into her hairline. The third you aim at Chaeyoung, a long, heavy streak from her eyebrow down across her cheek to the corner of her open mouth. She gasps, her tongue darting out to catch what landed on her lips, and she moans.
More. A fourth shot across Chaeyoung's nose, landing on Somi's cheek where their faces are pressed together. A fifth that paints Chaeyoung's chin in a thick, dripping coat. A sixth, weaker, that drips from the tip of your cock onto Somi's chest, landing between her glistening breasts.
Chaeyoung is glowing, cum splattered across her flushed face and dripping down to her collarbone. She's smiling like she means it. Genuine and gorgeous. She licks the mess off her lips and laughs, breathless and bubbly, like getting painted with your load is the highlight of her day.
Somi wipes cum out of her right eye and stares at the evidence stringing between her fingers. "Okay," she admits, chest still heaving. "That was pretty fucking hot.”
She stands, crosses to the shelf where her phone is propped, and brings it close to their faces. She angles the screen so the camera captures both of them in tight frame. Glazed, ruined, beautiful. "Say goodbye," Somi tells Chaeyoung.
Chaeyoung waves at the lens with her fingers, cum still webbed between them. Then Somi turns Chaeyoung's face toward hers and kisses her. Soft, brief, their cum smeared lips pressing together and pulling apart with a slick sound. Both of them grinning when it's done.
"That turned out great," she announces, scrubbing through the footage. "The angle caught everything. The titjob, both of us choking, the facial, the kiss. This is premium content."
Chaeyoung wipes her cheek with the back of her hand and looks at you. "Thank you. Seriously. That was actually really fun."
"Anytime," you say, pulling your boxers and jeans back up.
Somi goes to her bag, pulling out wet wipes and a compact mirror. She starts cleaning her face with brisk, efficient motions, checking her reflection between each pass. Chaeyoung walks up to you while Somi is distracted. She's still got traces of cum on her jaw and she doesn't seem to care. She pulls out her phone.
"Can you follow me on Insta? I'd love to chat sometime. Outside of, you know, this whole situation."
You take out your phone. She tells you her handle and you type it in. Her page loads. Aesthetic photos, cute selfies, pictures of coffee and cats. You hit follow.
"I'll text you tonight," she promises. "For real. Not just saying that."
"I believe you."
Somi's reflection catches Chaeyoung in the mirror. "Chae, you know you're way too pretty for him, right? You could do so much better."
Chaeyoung rolls her eyes. "Don't listen to her. She's like that with literally every person on the planet."
"I'm used to the type," you say.
Somi snaps her compact shut. "Okay, we're done here. You can leave now. We don't need you anymore. Go study or whatever it is you do."
You grab your backpack from the corner, sling it over your shoulder. Chaeyoung gives you a little wave, her fingers wiggling, that warm smile still on her face. You wave back.
"Bye, nerd," Somi calls without looking up from her phone.
You push through the heavy door and step into the empty hallway, adjusting your glasses and shifting your backpack as you start toward the stairs. Behind you, through the closed door, you can still hear Chaeyoung complaining about the dust.
Two days. Two separate encounters. Two groups of gorgeous girls actively searching for you because of the same completely insane Twitter challenge. At this point, you're not even questioning it anymore.
This is very quickly becoming the best week of your life. And, to be honest, you’re more than ready to see how much weirder it gets.
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The lecture hall slowly empties around you while you're still shoving your laptop into your bag. Your phone vibrates against the desk. Instagram DM. Chaeyoung. Her name appears with the little sparkle emoji from her profile, and you catch yourself smiling.
hey! how was class? hope ur not dying of boredom 🥲
You type back as you walk into the corridor. The conversation flows easier than you expected. She tells you about her morning, complains about her statistics professor, asks what you're studying. You mention you've been into a sci fi book lately and it turns out she's read it twice. She sends a screenshot of her bookshelf and half the titles are ones you own. The exchange feels weirdly normal. Like she's a person, not the girl who was on her knees beside Somi yesterday with cum dripping off her chin.
Then a notification slides down from the top of your screen.
Instagram DM. Huh_Yunjin.
You stop walking in the middle of the hallway.
hey 🤍 you free rn?
You open the DM and instantly do what literally anyone would do. You tap her profile. Black and white profile pic. Dark lipstick. Looking unfairly good for no reason. Almost a million followers. Yeah. That tracks. You scroll a little. Pictures that somehow survive Instagram moderation by the smallest possible margin. Sheer tops. Suspicious camera angles. Captions written like ongoing jokes between her and her followers. A tiny link in her bio leads exactly where you'd expect.
You know what this is about. You'd have to be brain dead not to. You reply:
wyd?
wanna give you a little something. trust me, you’re not gonna regret it
where r u
the theater room. building C, the big one with the stage. place is empty rn. just me. come find me 😈
how do i know this isn't some prank
Typing dots. Gone. She gives up on whatever she was typing. Then an Instagram notification slides onto your screen.
Photo • View Once.
Yunjin is in front of a full length mirror backstage somewhere, phone angled to catch herself in profile. Her plaid skirt is bunched up around her hips. No panties. The curve of her ass is right there, the dip of her lower back, one hand lifting the fabric to show you everything. A cropped top that barely contains her. Heels. Her face turned slightly toward the camera with a smirk that says she does this kind of thing on Tuesdays for fun.
The photo disappears. A new message pops up almost immediately.
does that seriously look like a prank?
been watching you for a while
you're cute
i'm interested. but hurry up. i'm not sitting here waiting all day
omw🏃
You shove your phone in your pocket and start walking faster.
Building C is across the quad. You take the path behind the library, the longer one, less foot traffic. Halfway there you stop and dig into the small zippered pocket of your backpack. A little plastic bag, sealed tight, three gummies left inside. Small, innocent looking, red and shaped like cartoon bears. You bought a whole bulk order after that stream went viral last year. The one with the two streamers who lost their minds on camera. You only tuned in because Hyeju was supposed to make a guest appearance, and you stayed because, well, the clips that came out of that night are still floating around the seedier corners of Twitter for a reason.
You pop one into your mouth and bite down. Sweet. Faint chemical aftertaste. You feel it start to dissolve under your tongue.
This thing is going to load your balls up like you've been edging for a week. The first time you tried one you came so much you genuinely thought something was wrong with you. Now you keep them around for special occasions, mostly solo sessions, but lately the universe has been throwing special occasions at you like it owes you back pay.
Four girls in three days. All from the same circle. This whole hot little clique of certified sluts is going through you like a relay race, and you're still undecided on whether that should hurt your pride or massively inflate your ego.
You push through the theater doors and lock them behind you with the inside latch. The auditorium is dark. Rows of empty seats descending toward the stage, which is lit warm and amber by the work lights overhead. You walk down the center aisle, your sneakers quiet on the carpet.
"Are you sure this is a safe place for this," you call out as you reach the stairs leading up to the stage.
A figure straightens up from behind one of the prop tables near the back of the stage. She steps into the warm pool of light, and yeah. Okay.
Yunjin in person is something else.
Tall. Legs that go forever, made even longer by the black heels strapped around her ankles. The plaid skirt from the photo, riding high on her thighs. A black crop top with thin straps, her stomach toned and bare, the slight curve of her chest visible underneath. Her hair is blonde. Freshly done, by the look of it, that bright platinum that catches every bit of stage light. Full pouty lips painted a glossy plum that's already smudged slightly at one corner. Sharp eyes. Mischief lives in them.
"My friend works here," she says, stopping a step away from you. "She runs lighting for the drama department. She told me the building is dead until evening rehearsal. We've got at least an hour, probably more." She looks you up and down, slow, taking inventory. "I'm glad you actually showed up."
"You called me."
"I did call you." She grins. "Not gonna do the whole introduction thing because everyone here knows who I am. Let's save the time. There's this Twitter challenge going around right now. Me and my girls all jumped on it. The premise is pretty simple. I need to get absolutely ruined on camera by a guy who looks exactly like you." Her hands come up and find the collar of your shirt, fingers playing with the fabric. "You're perfect for this," she tells you. "Glasses, the messy hair, the whole shy genius thing. I clocked you in the cafeteria last week. You were mumbling to yourself about some equation, and I thought, yeah. Him. Definitely him."
"I've heard about the challenge."
Her eyebrows lift. "Oh, really?"
"Word gets around." You hold her gaze. "I'm in."
"Smart boy." Her hand drops from your collar and slides down your chest, your stomach, and lands square on the front of your jeans. She squeezes lightly. "Oh, look at this. You're already hard. Is that for me?"
"That picture would make a dead man hard."
She laughs, head tipped back, her throat exposed. "Listen to you. I expected some stuttering little nerd, all sweaty palms and broken sentences. You're way more confident than I gave you credit for."
Your hands find her waist. She's warm under your palms, her skin smooth where your thumbs rest against her bare stomach. You let one hand slide down and around, palming the curve of her ass through the skirt. Squeezing. It's even better than the photo suggested. Thick and full and firm under your fingers.
"Mm." She presses into your hand. "Yeah, okay. You can definitely keep doing that." She squeezes your cock through your jeans again, harder this time, mapping out the shape of you. Her grin widens. "Wait. Hold on." She squeezes again. "What are you packing under here? This feels promising."
"You'll find out."
"I'm finding out right now, apparently." She leans her face close to yours, plum lips almost brushing your mouth. "This video is gonna be way better than I planned. I was expecting cute and mid. This is feeling more like cute and dangerous."
"I'll do my best."
"Yeah? Tell me what you're gonna do."
"I'm going to make you gag on it until you can't talk straight. I want to see you wrecked. Drooling on yourself. Huh Yunjin choking on my cock until your makeup is in your lap."
"Fuck yes. That's the energy." She closes the distance and kisses you.
She kisses like she's trying to eat you alive. Plum gloss smearing, tongue immediately in your mouth, both hands fisting the front of your shirt and pulling you against her. You back her up two steps until she hits the prop table behind her, and your hands are everywhere. Up her sides, palming the soft swell of her chest through that thin top, down to grab two handfuls of her ass and pull her tight against you. She rolls her hips into your bulge and groans into your mouth.
You make out for what feels like a while. Long enough that you're both breathing hard, her gloss completely gone from her lips and smudged across yours, her hair mussed where your fingers tangled in it. She pulls back, panting. "Okay. Okay, let's actually do this before I get carried away and just ride you in a folding chair." She steps out of your reach. "I'm gonna get undressed."
"All the way?"
"All the way." She's already reaching back to unzip the skirt. "If we're doing this, we're doing it properly. None of this half clothed business. I want my whole body in frame."
She undresses without an ounce of self consciousness. The skirt drops to the floor and she steps out of it. The crop top comes off over her head and her hair tumbles back down around her shoulders. Just heels left. She stands there in the warm stage light, completely bare, hands on her hips, watching you watch her.
She is staggering. Toned legs flowing up into thick thighs that gap at the top. Her ass round and full behind her. Her chest is small, soft, her nipples pierced with delicate silver bars catching the light. A subtle line of definition down her stomach. Her plum lips swollen from the kissing, her eye makeup still mostly intact, sharp and dark.
"Well," she says, doing a slow turn for you. "What's the verdict, professor?"
"You're perfect."
"Correct answer." She picks up her phone from the table, taps it into camera mode, and hands it to you. "Don't drop it. And try to keep me in frame, but don't worry about being artsy. The chaos is the point." She sinks down to her knees on the wooden stage floor, looking up at you. The amber lights catch her hair and turn it almost gold. She tilts her head, smirks, runs her tongue slowly along her lower lip. "Alright, babe. Let's see what we're working with."
Her hands settle on the front of your pants.
Yunjin’s fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants with an ease that makes it immediately clear this isn’t new territory for her. And definitely not the weirdest place she’s done it. She keeps looking up at you while she works the button open, her glossy lips curved in that teasing little smile, blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she tugs the zipper down.
“You’re trying so hard to look calm,” she says, amused, her knuckles brushing the hard outline of you through your underwear. “It’s cute. I can feel your dick jumping every time I touch you.”
“You’re naked on your knees in front of me,” you answer. “I’d be more worried if I looked calm.”
She laughs under her breath and pulls your pants down with your underwear in one smooth motion. Your cock springs out hard, heavy, already leaking precum from the kissing and the gummy spreading heat through your veins. Yunjin actually goes silent. You watch the reaction hit in stages. First surprise. Eyes widening. Taking a second look. Then comes the grin. Slow, filthy, pure excitement.
“Oh my god,” she says, sitting back on her heels. “No fucking way.”
You glance down at her, trying not to grin too much. “Still think I’m just cute and dorky?”
“Shut up, I’m processing.” She wraps one hand around the base, and her fingers don’t close all the way. That makes her smile wider. “I knew it. I fucking knew it. Quiet guys are always hiding something evil in their pants. This might be the biggest dick I’ve ever had in my mouth, and I’m not even saying that to boost your nerd ego.”
“That’s a pretty strong review.”
“I have experience. My review matters.” She strokes once, slow, her thumb dragging along the underside. “Jesus. It’s not even just long. It’s fat. Like, I’m gonna feel personally disrespected by my own jaw in ten minutes.”
She leans in and spits directly onto the head, letting the saliva slide down before she spreads it with her palm. Her hand moves over you with immediate ease, slicking you up, twisting around the ridge, cupping the head, rubbing the wetness down the shaft until your cock gleams under the stage lights. She watches the shine build with open appreciation.
“Pretty,” she murmurs, smiling to herself before lightly tapping your cock against her cheek. Once. Then again. Soft little smacks against skin. She tilts her head, looking way too pleased. “Jesus. Look at this thing.” Her grin widens. “This is absolutely gonna ruin me.”
She drags the underside over her lips, leaving a wet smear of saliva and precum across the plum gloss. Her mouth opens slightly, tongue slipping out to trace the swollen head. She gives you one slow lick, then kisses the tip like she’s flirting with it, her eyes staying locked on yours the whole time.
“You know what’s dangerous?” she says, rubbing your cock along her lower lip. “I can already tell I’m gonna be stupid about this. I’m supposed to make a cute little challenge video and go home, but this dick looks like it could ruin my plans for the week.”
“You’ve barely started.”
“I know. That’s the problem.” She opens her mouth wider and lets the head rest on her tongue. “I’m excited.” Then she takes you in.
The first slide into her mouth is hot, wet, and far too smooth for something that should be difficult. Her lips stretch around the girth, glossy and plush, sealing tight as she sinks lower. You feel her tongue flatten beneath you, guiding the shaft in a practiced line, easing the thickness over the middle of her tongue and toward the back of her throat. She doesn’t rush. She doesn’t panic. She makes room.
You swear under your breath when she takes more than half of you on the first try. Yunjin hums around your cock, pleased with the reaction, and pulls up slowly until only the head remains between her lips. Her cheeks hollow, suction tightening in a way that nearly makes your knees buckle. She swirls her tongue around the ridge, collects the slickness gathering there, then sinks down again, deeper this time, both hands on your thighs for balance.
Yeah, okay. She absolutely knows what she’s doing. There’s skill in the way she moves, not just enthusiasm. She angles her head to take the girth without scraping teeth. She uses her tongue constantly, dragging it along the underside, pressing into the sensitive strip beneath the head whenever she pulls back. Her lips never loosen. Every inch of you gets attention, and when she reaches the point where most girls would stop, she relaxes her jaw, breathes through her nose, and keeps going.
Your cock hits the back of her throat. She gags once, barely, more like her body acknowledging the size than refusing it. Her hands squeeze your thighs. Her eyes flutter, watery already, but she forces another inch down until her lips are close to the base. Then, with a slow, obscene determination, she swallows around you and noses against your pelvis.
“Fuck,” you say, because there isn’t anything smarter available in your brain.
She pulls off with a slick gasp, saliva stretching from her mouth to your cock before breaking across her chin. Her lips are swollen and wet, the plum gloss already smeared beyond repair. “See?” she says, breathing hard but grinning. “Made for it.”
“You weren’t exaggerating.”
“I never exaggerate about head. That’s sacred.” She strokes you in one hand while the other drops to your balls, cupping them with a reverence that surprises you. Her eyes lower. “Oh, these are heavy. What the hell are you feeding them?”
“Would you believe gummy bears?”
She looks up sharply, amused. “Don’t joke with me while I’m worshipping your balls.”
“I’m not joking.”
She studies your face for a second, then laughs. “You’re weird. I like it.” Her fingers roll your balls gently, feeling the weight, her tongue slipping out to lick along the base of your shaft. “These are going to make an insane mess of me, aren’t they?”
“That’s the plan.”
“That better be a promise.” She bends lower and takes one of your balls into her mouth, lips sealing around it, tongue moving with slow, wet attention. Her hand keeps stroking your cock while she sucks gently, then switches to the other, giving it the same treatment. The stage lights catch every trail of saliva on her chin, every smudge of makeup beginning to soften around her mouth. She looks completely at home like this, naked, kneeling, eyes bright with hunger.
“You have no idea how hot this is,” she says between kisses along your shaft. “Your cock is stupid big, your balls are full, and you look like you still think this is a weird dream you’re gonna wake up from.”
"It’s crossed my mind, yeah.”
“Don’t wake up. I’m not done being a slut for you.” She goes back down on you, more aggressive now. Her hand grips the base while her mouth works the upper half, fast and wet, tongue flicking, lips dragging, throat opening whenever she decides to take you deep. She alternates between worship and hunger, kissing your shaft, licking the veins, spitting on it again when she wants more slickness, rubbing the mess over you with her palm before swallowing you down.
Your phone stays in your hand, recording, the frame centered on her face. It catches everything. The way her lips stretch around you. The way her eyes lift to the lens whenever she takes you deep. The slow collapse of her makeup. Plum lipstick smeared across her chin, mascara damp at the corners, saliva slipping down her neck and onto the small rise of her chest.
She pulls off, panting, and slaps the head of your cock against her tongue twice before rubbing it over her lips. “I’m getting attached,” she says, almost accusatory. “That’s so unfair. You show up with this fat thing and expect me to act normal after?”
"You invited me."
"Yeah, and now this cock is mine. I'm calling dibs." She plants another wet kiss on the tip, then smiles up at you from below with spit running down her chin and eyes half-lidded from sheer arousal.
Yunjin leans in and swallows you deep again, this time she doesn't pull back when her throat tightens, the discomfort is part of the pleasure, swallowing repeatedly, forcing herself to adjust, her eyes watering harder, completely red now. You feel the muscles contracting around your cock, feel her body working to accept every inch. You watch as her thighs press together beneath her, the shine between them highlighted by the overhead stage lights when she shifts.
"Fuck, you're soaked," you groan.
She pulls off just enough to speak, lips still brushing the head. "Obviously I am. Do you have any idea what it's like having this monster prying my mouth open? My pussy's been dripping since I saw it." Her hand slides between her legs for one quick touch, collecting the proof of just how much of a slut she is, then she shows the wet shine on her fingers to the camera with a shameless smile.
"See? Your fault." She licks her own fingers making an obscene sound that makes your cock throb, then looks up at you. "Okay. I want it now."
"Want what?"
Her smile turns wicked. "Don't play dumb. Grab my hair and use my throat. I've been nice to your dick. Now ruin me for the video. Fuck my face, I know you're dying to do it."
"Alright, since you insist." Your free hand slides into her blonde hair, gripping close to the scalp. Yunjin opens her mouth immediately, tongue out, waiting, that look of a bitch in heat as deliberate as it is involuntary. You guide her forward and push your cock between her lips. Yunjin accepts the first thrust with a deep inhale through her nose, then braces her hands against your thighs.
You start hard right away. There's no need to build a rhythm when you already know what Huh Yunjin is capable of. Your thrusts are deep, each one pressing into her throat, nothing brutal yet but firm enough that her body has to be actively working to keep from gagging badly on your cock. Her eyes start watering again. Her lips stretch around you, swollen and slick. Saliva spills from the corners of her mouth almost immediately, pooling under her chin before dripping onto her chest.
Yunjin takes it beautifully.
The more you give her, the more alive she looks. She doesn't retreat from the roughness. She leans forward, seeking more force, gripping your thighs and letting you control the angle while she focuses on relaxing her throat around every thrust. A professional cocksucker, indeed. Your cock slides in and out of her mouth with wet sounds that echo louder and louder across the vastness of the theater, the camera catching her face coming undone in real time like a painting in the rain.
The lipstick is no longer neat, smeared across her cheeks and your shaft, purple and red streaks mixing with spit. Her mascara begins to run in thin lines, and when Yunjin looks up at you through wet lashes, you see genuine happiness stamped across her ruined face; it's beautiful to witness such raw passion in simply being the biggest slut on campus.
"Fuck, Yunjin," you say, driving deeper. "You really can take it."
She tries to answer around your cock and only manages a garbled, eager sound. Her hands go to your hips, pulling you forward — a clear signal for you to pick up the pace. So you fuck her mouth harder. Your hips slam into her face, your hand holding her in place, and every deep thrust makes her throat bulge and clench. She gags, recovers, takes it again. Tears spill freely now, cutting through the makeup on her cheeks. Drool runs down her neck in thick streams, sliding over her collarbone, dripping onto her small breasts and leaving glossy trails across her nipples.
You pull out to let her breathe. She inhales sharply, laughs, and spits a filthy string of saliva onto your cock.
"That's it. That's the clip. Holy shit, keep going. We're making history. My pussy is literally dripping onto the stage right now. How do I look?"
"You already look completely ruined," you tell her. "In other words: pretty fucking hot."
"Good. Make it worse then." Yunjin rubs her cheek against your shaft, nuzzling affectionately like she has genuine fondness for the thing destroying her face. "This cock is too fucking good. I hate that I found you through a trend. I should've hunted you down weeks ago. My bad."
You push back into her mouth, and she takes you with that same hunger. Now the rhythm is getting rougher and less careful, driven by the gummy bear's effect creeping through your bloodstream. Your balls feel heavy, too full, aching with all the pressure, and Yunjin notices. Her hand reaches down to cup them while you fuck her throat, squeezing gently, rolling them between her fingers.
The rhythm is partially interrupted when you see her thighs starting to tremble. You notice a full-body tremor rolling through her before she finally locks up completely. Both hands clench around you, fingers digging in, her throat contracts hard around your cock in thick, rhythmic pulses. She's cumming. Unironically, she's cumming right there on her knees with your cock buried in her throat, cumming just from having a cock in her mouth. Her eyes blow wide, then roll back until only the whites are visible, lashes fluttering as tears cut down her ruined face. Her whole body shudders and her hips jerks against nothing. You've never seen anything this hot in your life.
When you pull back to let Yunjin breathe again, you ask: "Holy fuck, d-did you just cum?"
She slumps forward with forehead pressing against your thigh, laughing in these ragged, wrecked little gasps. "I told you I was a slut." She tilts her face up and there's mascara smeared everywhere, along with spit, tears, and pure satisfaction. "Don't act so surprised." She drags the back of her hand across her chin and only smears it worse. "A cock like that shoved down my throat? Yeah. That's what happens."
"That's, like, really insane."
"That's talent, babe. Now put it back." You do, of course, and she gives herself over with even less restraint. The next stretch is messy beyond any salvation. She alternates between taking full-on facefucking and pulling you out to worship the head, tongue circling, lips sucking hard, hands pumping the base. The dirty talk pours out nonstop whenever her mouth is free because she simply can't contain herself, and you love that about her.
"This is mine now," she says, pumping you with both hands. "I'm serious. You don't get to walk around campus with this fat cock pretending it's public property. I found it, I choked on it, I came from it, so I have rights."
"Okay so you're making legal claims now?"
"Sexual claims. Way more serious." She kisses your tip, leaving a ruined smear of lipstick and spit. "You know, I'm going to think about this in class from now on. I'm going to be sitting there pretending to take notes while remembering how your cock stretched my throat open.”
Your orgasm starts building for real, low and heavy, dragged out by the gummy until it feels almost too intense. Yunjin senses the shift and pulls off, wrapping both hands around your cock. Her grip is slick, fast, frantic, using all the spit coating you. “You close?”
“Yeah.”
“On my face,” she says instantly. “All over it. Don’t waste a drop anywhere boring. I want to look disgusting.”
She jerks you harder, her hands sliding from base to tip in quick, wet strokes. Her ruined face is right below the head of your cock, eyes locked on you, mouth open, tongue visible between glossy lips. “Come on,” she urges. “Make me pretty. Paint this slutty face. I want it in my hair, on my lips, down my neck. Give me that huge nerd load. I know you’ve got it.”
The pressure snaps. The first jet hits her cheekbone hard, thick and white, streaking toward her ear. Yunjin gasps, delighted, and doesn’t stop stroking you. The second shoots across her forehead and into the roots of her blonde hair. The third lands over her nose and upper lip, splattering hot across the smeared makeup. She laughs, breathless and amazed, pumping you faster. “Holy fuck,” she says. “There’s so much.”
More comes. Another heavy rope spills over her open mouth, coating her tongue before sliding down her chin. She tilts your cock with one hand, aiming the next burst at her neck, and it paints a thick line down her throat. She drags the head lower, still milking you, and more cum spurts across her collarbone and small breasts, catching on her nipples and dripping toward her stomach.
It keeps going. The gummy turns the orgasm into something ridiculous, relentless, your cock pulsing over and over while Yunjin works every contraction out of you. She aims you back at her face for the final spurts, letting them splatter across her lips and jaw, adding more white to the ruined plum and black makeup already smeared everywhere.
By the time the last weak pulse drips from the tip, she is covered. Face, neck, chest, the top of her stomach. Cum clings to her lashes, streaks through her hair, sits thick on her lips. She stares down at herself, stunned for half a second, then bursts into laughter.
“Oh my god,” she says, genuinely amazed. “What are you, a fucking fire hose?”
You’re still catching your breath, phone aimed directly at her. The frame catches her kneeling there in the stage lights, naked and trembling, grinning through a mask of cum and destroyed makeup.
Yunjin lifts her chin toward the camera and smiles like she knows exactly how filthy she looks. She drags one finger through the cum on her cheek, brings it to her mouth, and tastes it slowly.
“Yummy,” she says, making sure the camera catches the way her tongue cleans her fingertip.
Then she pouts at the lens, exaggerated and sexy, lips glossy with your cum, eyes half lidded and sparkling with trouble. She holds the pose long enough to make the ending perfect.
You stop recording. For a moment, both of you just stand there in the afterglow of it, the empty theater silent around you except for Yunjin’s uneven breathing. She rises carefully, one hand finding the edge of the prop table to steady herself. Her knees shake a little, and she laughs again when she notices.
“That,” she says, pointing at you with a cum covered finger, “was the best blowjob, deep throat, facefucking situation I have ever been part of. And I’ve got an extensive resume.”
You pull your underwear and pants back up, still sensitive enough that even the fabric brushing you makes you wince. “Glad I ranked highly.”
“Highly? Babe, you broke the scale.” She looks down at the mess on her chest, then back at your jeans like she can still see through them. “I’m obsessed. That’s so annoying. I was supposed to film a hot clip, post it, brag in the group chat, and move on with my life. Now I’m standing here covered in your cum wondering if I can fit you into my schedule as a recurring problem.”
“That sounds flattering.”
“It’s extremely flattering. Don’t let it make you arrogant.” She bends down carefully, picking her clothes off the floor one by one. She doesn’t put anything on yet, probably because there is no clean way to do it while coated like this. “Are you free tonight?”
You pause with your belt half fastened. “Tonight?”
“Yeah. My place.”
“I thought you got what you needed.”
“With you?” She gives you a look that makes it very clear how stupid she thinks that sentence was. “No, babe. I have so many things I need to do with your dick that I should not start listing them, because if I do, I’ll get wet again and try to fuck you right here on this stage before the drama kids show up.”
You glance toward the backstage hallway. “How are you getting rid of all of that?”
“There are showers behind the dressing rooms.” She waves it off, completely unconcerned. “I’ve made bigger messes here during tech week. Don’t worry about me.”
“You’re really inviting me over after this?”
“I’m not inviting. I’m claiming.” She steps closer, still naked, still streaked with cum, and taps a finger against your chest. “I’ll send you my address on IG. Come tonight. Bring that cock, bring the weird gummy thing if that’s part of your magic, and don’t make plans for tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll be there,” you say.
“Good. And hey. Seriously. That was insane.”
“You were insane.”
“I know. That’s why people like me.” You hand her phone back. She checks the video quickly, scrubbing through the timeline with professional focus despite the fact that cum is still dripping from her chin onto her chest.
“Oh, this is disgusting,” she says happily. “Perfect. The lighting is hot, my face looks wrecked, your dick looks criminal. I might not even have to edit much. Maybe just cut the parts where I was yapping my ass off about being in love with your cock.”
“Glad the production value survived.”
“Barely. My dignity did not, but that wasn’t invited.” She heads toward the backstage showers with her clothes bundled in one arm, hips swaying, heels clicking lightly on the stage floor. Before disappearing behind the curtain, she turns back, still grinning. “Tonight,” she says. “Don’t make me chase you.”
You leave the stage feeling absurdly good about yourself. The theater doors shut behind you, and the hallway outside is empty, too normal for what just happened. Your legs are steady enough now, your breathing mostly back.
Four girls so far. Not that you're counting. Okay, maybe a little. Asa. Somi and Chaeyoung. Now Yunjin. Two more should still be out there somewhere. You head back toward the main campus mentally preparing for the next completely normal and not concerning interaction of the week.
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The park looks stupidly nice today. One of those afternoons where the lighting is so good everything suddenly feels edited. Trees glowing, grass looking greener than usual, the whole thing straight out of a stock photo. Families on blankets. Dogs losing their minds over frisbees. People jogging. Just regular people doing regular Thursday stuff.
Shuhua walks beside Ning with a cherry popsicle in hand, somehow managing to eat it with impossible levels of grace. No sticky fingers. No drips. Every little movement neat and automatic, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth between bites. Her pale blue dress shifts softly around her ankles in the breeze, dark hair pinned back with a single clip. Between the sunlight and the whole effortless look she's got going on, she barely feels real.
Next to Shuhua, Ning looks like the opposite side of the same coin. Tiny shorts, cropped tank, dark hair down around her shoulders. The center part frames her face in a way that somehow makes her eyes stand out even more. People call her features feline all the time. Mostly because of her eyes. Sharp. Alert. Always tracking everything around her.
"Have you seen Yunjin's numbers?" Ning asks, scrolling her phone while walking, a skill she's perfected over years of content creation. "Forty thousand views in twelve hours. Forty thousand. And she barely edited. The color grading is flat and the audio peaks twice. Imagine if she'd actually put effort into post."
Shuhua takes another careful bite of her popsicle. "I thought her video was quite good, actually."
"It was fine. Asa's was better. The library setting, the composition, the slow buildup. That's how you do it." Ning locks her phone and slides it into her back pocket. "The point is, we're the only ones who haven't filmed yet. Somi and Chaeyoung posted theirs this morning. Asa posted yesterday. Yunjin went up last night. We're falling behind."
"It's not a race, Ning."
"Everything is a race when likes are involved." She glances sideways at Shuhua. "I can't afford to lose momentum. My account gained six hundred followers just from reposting Asa's clip with commentary. If I post my own content from the trend while it's still peaking, the engagement will be insane. But we need to find someone today."
Shuhua finishes the last bite of her popsicle and holds the bare stick between two fingers, looking around for a trash can. "I agree we should film soon. I've been thinking about it more than I expected, honestly. The idea is growing on me."
"Growing on you how?"
A faint blush spreads across Shuhua's cheeks, barely noticeable against her pale skin. She looks away for a second. "I'd rather not get into that in the middle of a public park.”
Ning grins. "That's all the elaboration I needed."
They round a bend in the path and that's when Shuhua spots you. Sitting on the grass under an oak tree, legs crossed, a paperback open in your lap. Earbuds in. Glasses catching the afternoon light. Completely oblivious to the world around you, which is your default state and, apparently, your most attractive quality. "I know him," Shuhua says, slowing her pace. "He's in my Wednesday seminar. Quiet. Sits in the back row. He's quite smart, from what I can tell."
Ning studies you with the detached precision of a photographer framing a shot. "I've seen him around too. Library, mostly. Always alone, always reading." She tilts her head. "He's got the look. The glasses, the messy hair, the whole unaware thing. The contrast would photograph beautifully."
They exchange a glance. Shuhua raises one eyebrow. Ning nods once.
"Together?" Shuhua asks.
"Together." Shuhua deposits her popsicle stick in a trash can along the path and the two of them walk across the grass toward you. Their shadows fall over your book before you register their presence. You pull one earbud out and look up.
Oh. Sure. The last two.
Ning shifts her weight onto one hip and studies you quietly. Not openly suspicious, not exactly friendly either. Up close, she's honestly more striking than her photos ever made her seem. You've seen her Instagram enough times to know that. There's something magnetic about her in person. The sharpness of her features. The unwavering eye contact. Like once she looks at you, looking away becomes your responsibility.
And then there's Shuhua. You keep trying to come up with a better word for it, but ethereal is annoyingly accurate. Pale skin glowing under the sunlight, big dark eyes, delicate features that somehow look even softer up close. She has her hands folded in front of her dress so neatly that she looks like she belongs at some afternoon tea party, not here near you.
It's incredible, genuinely, how you went from being invisible on this campus to being the gravitational center of the six hottest girls at the university. One week. Seven days of your previously unremarkable life, and suddenly you can't sit in a park without attracting beautiful women who want to use your cock for content.
"Have you heard of a Twitter trend called Ruin the Pretty Face?" Ning asks, skipping past any greeting.
"Yeah,” you say, closing your book. "It's gotten huge lately. Honestly kind of wild.”
"We want to record a video," Shuhua adds, her tone polite as ever, like she's asking you to proofread an essay. "With you. If you're willing."
You look around the park. Families. Dogs. Vendors selling popcorn and ice cream. A man flying a kite about thirty meters away. "Here? Right now?"
"Not here, obviously," Ning says. "I drove today. We can film in my car. Tinted windows, good camera, plenty of privacy."
"And both of you are recording this together."
"Yes," they say in unison.
You let that sink in for approximately half a second before your brain finishes its cost benefit analysis.
"Okay," you say, standing up and tucking the book under your arm. Shuhua falls into step beside you as the three of you start walking toward the parking area. Ning leads, phone already out, checking the light conditions, probably calculating optimal filming angles based on where her car is parked relative to the sun.
"Can I ask you something?" Shuhua asks gently. Her hands remain clasped as she walks, pale blue fabric shifting around her calves with every step.
"Go ahead."
"Has any girl ever approached you before asking for the same thing? For this challenge, I mean."
You don't hesitate. "No. You two are the first crazy ones to come up to me with something like this."
Shuhua nods, seemingly satisfied. "Good. I'd feel strange if we weren't the first. It would change the dynamic."
Ning glances back over her shoulder. "The dynamic's fine. Let's stay focused." The parking garage is only about a five minute walk from the park. Ning's SUV is parked on the second level, black with windows tinted dark enough to look at least a little suspicious. She unlocks it with her key fob and jerks her head toward the back door. "Get in the back.”
You climb in. The interior is clean, almost obsessively so. No fast food wrappers, no loose change, no clutter. Just a faint scent of clean air and leather. Shuhua slides in on your left, gathering her long dress around her legs with careful, ladylike precision. Ning gets in on your right, pulling the door shut with a solid thunk. The tinted windows turn the afternoon light dim and amber. You're sandwiched between them. Shuhua's thigh brushes yours through her linen dress. Ning's bare leg presses warm against your other side.
Ning reaches into a bag near the front seat and produces a compact makeup kit, the professional kind with multiple compartments and a lighted mirror. She flips it open and starts touching up her face, quick and efficient. Then she hands it to Shuhua, who applies a careful layer of lip tint and a fresh coat of mascara, checking her reflection from three different angles before she's satisfied.
"We'll record on my phone," Ning announces, then hands you the device. "Hold it. I want mobility in the shot. Don't shake it, keep us in frame, and don't film anything identifiable about the car."
"I can handle it." You barely stop yourself from smiling. She has no clue you've somehow ended up doing this three separate times in the same week. At this point you could probably run a masterclass on filming angles for horny Twitter content. "Trust me.”
"We'll see." Ning turns to face you more fully, one leg tucking beneath her on the seat. "And one more warning. You're cumming in my mouth. Tell us when you're about to blow, because I’m not letting you make a mess in my car. Understood? Now get that cock hard."
Two hands find your lap simultaneously. Ning's on the right, confident and direct, her fingers pressing against the growing shape beneath your jeans. Shuhua's on the left, lighter, more tentative, her touch exploratory as it traces the outline of you through the fabric.
Ning leans in first, kissing you without much hesitation. Her lips are cool and smooth, carrying the faint taste of gloss. A quiet hum leaves her before she pulls away again. Then Shuhua takes her place.
The shift is instant. Shuhua kisses more softly, more carefully, barely parting her lips at first. But her hand around your cock tightens slightly, betraying nerves or excitement. She still tastes faintly like cherry from the popsicle. When your tongue brushes against hers, her breathing catches and a small surprised sound slips out before she can stop it.
Then suddenly it's all three of you at once. Kisses overlapping, mouths brushing against mouths, everything blurring together into something messy and warm. For a few seconds it gets hard to tell where one kiss ends and another begins. Shuhua's perfectly composed expression slips just a little, her eyes growing heavy. And Ning's whole cool princess act cracks for a split second when you catch her lower lip between your teeth and a real reaction slips out before she can stop it.
"You kiss well for a nerd," Ning murmurs against the corner of your mouth. They keep kissing you. Both of them. Taking turns, sharing, their hands still stroking you through your jeans, until Shuhua's brow furrows, her hand stops moving on your lap and her fingers press down, tracing the shape more carefully. Her eyes widen.
"Your cock is actually fucking huge," she murmurs.
Ning's hand joins Shuhua's, both of them feeling you through the denim now, mapping out the length and thickness with growing disbelief. "Hmm, it's probably just the pants," Ning says, though her expression suggests she doesn't believe that for a second. "Let's check if that's actually the case."
Ning yanks your belt open with zero hesitation. She tugs your pants down your thighs, and you lift your hips so she can pull them past your knees. Your boxers go with them. Your cock springs free, half hard and swelling heavier by the second in the warm, close air of the car.
Ning just stares for a second. Her lips part slightly, eyebrows lifting before she can stop them, and for one brief, completely unguarded moment she looks genuinely caught off guard. Her hand comes up slowly, wraps around the shaft, and her fingers don't even come close to meeting. "Okay," she breathes. "This is going to be way better than I imagined."
Shuhua leans across your lap to see, her pale face inches from your cock, and her dark eyes go impossibly round. "That is the biggest dick I have ever seen. In my entire life. Holy shit."
Your cock's still a little sore, honestly. Yunjin kept you at her place until almost two in the morning. At some point you completely lost track of how many times she made you cum, how many positions she somehow folded herself into, or how many times she looked you dead in the eyes and told you your cock belonged to her now.
The gummy lasted way longer than the package claimed it would, and by the time you finally collapsed onto her couch, you were pretty sure your body had reached its limit. For the first time since this whole insane week started, you actually felt drained.
But you can find some more stamina. For Shuhua and Ning, you can dig deep.
Ning strokes you once, twice, feeling the girth, watching the way your cock thickens further under her touch. She glances at Shuhua with a grin spreading across her face. You lift the phone, frame the shot tight on both of them, and hit the red button. The timer starts counting in the corner of the screen.
Ning leans down and drags her tongue in a long, flat stripe from the base to the tip. Shuhua follows immediately, her tongue tracing the opposite side, and the two of them meet at the head with their mouths brushing against each other. Ning takes you in first, wrapping her lips around the crown and sinking down, taking as much of your girth as her small mouth can manage on the first pass. Her cheeks hollow and she pulls up slow, letting the camera catch the slick shine coating your shaft. "Your turn," she murmurs, and guides your cock toward Shuhua's mouth.
Shuhua parts her lips and takes you in gently. Her eyes flutter closed and a soft, quiet sound escapes her throat. She bobs her head in shallow, careful motions, her hand gripping the base where her mouth can't reach. She's tentative at first. Testing. Adjusting to the stretch of her jaw around something this thick. But she doesn't pull away. If anything, she sinks deeper, taking another inch, then another, her throat working around you.
"Good?" Ning asks, watching Shuhua's face with curiosity.
Shuhua pulls off just enough to speak, her lips still brushing the head. "Very good." She kisses the tip softly, then takes you back into her mouth with more confidence.
They trade off. Ning goes deep, sloppy and showy, letting spit pool and drip down her chin because she knows exactly how it looks on camera. She moans around your shaft, loud and performative, her dark eyes finding the phone lens and holding the gaze. Her tongue works the underside with practiced skill, and when she pulls off, thick strings of saliva connect her swollen lips to your cock. Shuhua takes over with a steadier, quieter intensity. She sucks you with focus, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. She discovers a rhythm that makes you twitch in her mouth and she stays there, repeating the motion, building on it. Her hand cups your balls, rolling them gently, and you hear her whimper against your shaft.
This looks like the kind of porn video you'd scroll past on your feed and immediately save. Two insanely beautiful women in the backseat of a car, heads in your lap, taking turns swallowing your cock while the afternoon light filters through tinted windows.
You decide it's time to step it up. Your free hand slides into Ning's dark hair and you push her head down. She takes it with a muffled sound of surprise that melts into a groan as your cock hits the back of her throat. You hold her there, feeling her throat constrict around you, then pull her back and push forward again. Fucking her face in slow, deep strokes. Her hands grip your thigh for balance and she opens her throat for you, letting you use her mouth however you want.
"Fuck yes," she gasps when you let her up for air. "Use me. Treat me like your slut." You push her back down and pick up the pace. Your hips roll up from the seat, driving your cock into her mouth while your hand controls the depth. Spit spills from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin, dripping onto her crop top. Her mascara starts to bleed at the corners of her eyes.
Then you switch. You pull Ning off and guide Shuhua down by the hair. She resists for half a second, startled by the rougher handling, then melts into it. You thrust into her mouth and she makes this sweet, overwhelmed sound, her eyes going wide and wet. You fuck her face slower than you did Ning's, giving her time to adjust, but you don't go easy. She doesn't want easy. You can tell from the way her hands keep drifting to her chest, squeezing her breasts lightly whenever she gets too worked up.
"Your dick feels so good in my mouth," Shuhua whispers when you give her a moment to breathe. Her usual elegance is slipping. Hair sticks to her lips, her cheeks are flushed, and every word sounds less put together than the last. "I didn't expect to enjoy it this much. It's so thick, it stretches my jaw so wide, and I just want to keep taking it."
"Then take it," you tell her, and she does. Shuhua sinks down on her own, swallowing as much of you as she can manage, and works her throat around you with a determination that borders on desperate.
You alternate between them. A dozen strokes into Ning's willing throat, then a dozen into Shuhua's eager mouth. Your hand switches between their heads, pulling, guiding, controlling the pace. Their makeup is slowly losing the fight. Ning's contour is smudged along her jawline now, and the gloss she'd put on earlier is long gone, leaving her lips puffy and messy. Shuhua's mascara has started to run beneath her eyes, creating dark crescents that weren't there before. Even her lip tint is smeared across her cheek now. The polished look both of them started with has completely fallen apart.
The pressure builds low and heavy in your stomach. Your balls tighten. The gummy's lingering effects make the orgasm feel enormous, swelling bigger than you can hold back. "I'm about to cum," you announce.
Ning pulls Shuhua off your cock and moves in front of you, kneeling on the floor of the backseat between your spread legs. She wraps her lips around the head and seals them tight, her hand pumping the shaft in fast, wet strokes. Her dark eyes look up at you, then at the camera, holding the gaze while she works you toward the edge.
You cum hard. The first pulse floods her mouth and she flinches, her cheeks bulging slightly before she swallows. More follows. Thick, heavy spurts that fill her faster than she can manage. Her throat works overtime but some of it escapes, leaking from the corners of her sealed lips and dripping down her chin. You keep cumming, pulse after pulse, the gummy ensuring that the load is obscene, far more than any normal session should produce. Her eyes water but she doesn't pull off. She takes everything you give her, her hand milking every last drop from your shaft.
When you finally stop throbbing, Ning pulls off slowly. She keeps her lips pressed tight together and turns to face the camera. She opens her mouth.
It's full. Completely full. Your cum pools on her tongue, thick and white, some of it already dripping from her lower lip. She tilts her head back slightly to show the camera, letting the load sit there, visible and obscene. Shuhua leans in close, her face next to Ning's. Ning cups Shuhua's chin and tilts her face up. Slowly she lets the cum dribble from her mouth into Shuhua's open lips. A thick strand stretches between them before breaking and landing on Shuhua's tongue.
Shuhua closes her mouth and swirls it, her expression somewhere between wonder and arousal. Then she leans toward Ning and passes it back, letting the cum slide from her lips into Ning's waiting mouth. They go back and forth, the load shrinking slightly with each transfer as they swallow bits of it, giggling between passes, their lips brushing together each time.
Finally, Ning swallows the last of it and pulls Shuhua in for a kiss. A real one. Deep and slow and wet, their tongues visible between their joined mouths, cum and saliva smearing across both their chins. They break apart and turn to face the camera with matching grins.
Ning winks at the lens. Shuhua blows a kiss.
Their faces are destroyed. Mascara tracking down their cheeks, lips swollen and smeared, chins dripping, hair tangled and damp. Ning's crop top is stained dark with spit. Shuhua's pale cheeks are flushed pink all the way to her ears. They look absolutely ruined and absolutely gorgeous.
Perfect content.
You stop recording. The car falls quiet except for their breathing and the distant sound of a car alarm somewhere in the structure. You hand the phone to Ning.
"Thanks," she says, already scrubbing through the footage. Her eyes move quickly, evaluating. "You did a great job filming. The angles are solid, you kept us in frame, the lighting caught everything. This is usable."
"I did the best I could."
"You succeeded." She watches a specific section again, the cumswapping part, and nods approvingly. "This is going to perform so well. The engagement on this will be insane."
You reach down and pull your pants back up, fastening your belt with slightly shaky fingers. "Well. I need to go now." You look between them. "It was a pleasure meeting you both. Genuinely."
Shuhua tucks a strand of damp hair behind her ear and smiles at you, still flushed, still catching her breath. "Thank you for your help. I mean it. You were very kind about the whole thing."
"Anytime." You open the car door and the cool air of the parking structure hits your face. You step out, legs a bit unsteady, and turn back to close the door.
Ning is watching you with a slight frown. She glances at Shuhua, saying, "It was a little too easy."
"What do you mean?"
"He wasn't surprised by the request. He wasn't overly excited about having two girls sucking his dick in my car. He treated the whole thing like it was just another day." She tilts her head. "That's weird, right? Most guys would be losing their minds right now."
Shuhua considers this for a moment. "Yeah, he was actually quite calm. Unusually calm. But maybe it all happened too fast and he didn't have time to process everything properly."
"Maybe," Ning says, not fully convinced. She shrugs and looks back at her phone. "Whatever. We better clean up. I still need to edit and post this before the trend peaks."
Shuhua reaches for the makeup kit. "Don't forget to tag me in the video."
Shuhua rolls her eyes and smiles at the same time somehow. "Of course. Nothing says friendship like performance metrics.”
—
As usual for a weekend, Yunjin's living room is full. The girls have somehow claimed every inch of the giant L shaped couch, stretched out with their legs tangled together and their attention split between their phones and conversations happening in five directions at once. The TV's running in the background, ignored completely. Empty sushi containers crowd the coffee table beside abandoned wine glasses and Somi's energy drink.
Chaeyoung sits in Somi's lap with her back against Somi's chest, scrolling her phone while Somi braids a small section of her hair absentmindedly. Asa is cross legged on the floor cushion by the window, her laptop open, analytics dashboard visible. Ning occupies the armchair with her legs draped over one side, editing something on her phone. Shuhua sits upright at the end of the couch, both feet on the floor, posture perfect even at eleven at night.
Yunjin paces behind the couch in an oversized t shirt and shorts, wine glass in hand, narrating. "Final conclusion: Asa is winning," she announces, pointing at the screen Asa turns toward the group. "Obviously. She posted first, the algorithm favored her, the library setting was aesthetic, and her editing is annoyingly good. Twelve thousand likes and climbing. The comments are losing their minds."
"Thank you," Asa says simply.
"Second place is me." Yunjin grins with absolutely no humility. "As it should, honestly. I killed it and looked amazing doing it. Ning, put my video back on. Show them the ending.”
Ning taps the link and angles her phone so the group can see. The final thirty seconds of Yunjin's clip play on the small screen. The stage lighting, Yunjin's ruined face, and then the cumshot. The girls lean in and watch as rope after rope lands across Yunjin's cheeks, her forehead, her open mouth, her chin, her neck. It keeps going. And going. The volume of it is genuinely startling.
"What the actual fuck," Somi says, pausing mid braid.
"That's not real," Ning adds, rewinding and playing it again. "That can't be real. That's like a full minute of cum."
"It felt like a full minute," Yunjin confirms, swirling her wine. "My face was dripping. It got in my hair and I had to wash it three times."
Shuhua tilts her head, studying the footage with clinical interest. "I've genuinely never seen anyone produce that much. Is that medically normal?"
"He told me he had these gummy bears that act like some ridiculously overpowered aphrodisiac. Explains the massive cum loads. Pure genius." Yunjin takes a sip. "Look at those numbers. People are sharing that clip specifically because of the finish. The algorithm is pushing it."
Chaeyoung covers her eyes. "I can't watch it again. It's too much."
"You literally made out with Somi on camera with cum all over your face," Yunjin reminds her. "Don't get all puritan on me now."
"Watching and actually being part of it are two completely different things,” Chaeyoung replies.
By the way, their duo video is doing pretty well too. Somi's chaotic, aggressive energy mixed with Chaeyoung's softer vibe ended up creating this weirdly perfect contrast people are absolutely obsessed with. The comments are exactly what you'd expect: half thirsty, half completely unhinged. Which is apparently the dream outcome, even if Somi keeps pretending she never reads them. Ning and Shuhua's clip has the lowest numbers so far, but that's mostly because theirs went up last.
"My video's gonna do numbers too. Give it forty eight hours," Ning says, unbothered. "Late posts always start slower. Lower engagement upfront, longer lifespan after. Some big NSFW accounts already picked it up and are funneling people over.”
"You and your analytics," Yunjin mutters.
"My analytics pay my rent."
Asa closes her laptop and leans back against the wall. "Honestly? I think this worked out for everyone. The videos are getting attention, engagement's solid, and none of us got banned. That's good enough for me.”
For a few seconds, the room settles into this quiet, satisfied silence. Then Shuhua casually says, "It's the same guy."
Every head turns. Nobody says anything. Just several seconds of confused blinking until Ning finally asks: "What do you mean?"
Shuhua points at Ning's phone, which still has Yunjin's video paused on screen. "That cock. It's the same one in our video. Look at it. The size, the shape, the slight curve to the left. It's identical."
"No way," Yunjin says. "That's impossible."
"Play all the videos side by side," Shuhua insists. Asa immediately gets to work. A few quick movements later, all four clips are sitting side by side on the screen. She hits play.
The evidence is damning. The same thick shaft. The same slight leftward curve. The same heavy balls. The same pair of hands, same forearms, same skin. It's definitely the same person.
"Oh my god," Chaeyoung breathes.
"It's the same fucking guy," Somi says after a long silence. "How did six different people somehow land on the same nerd? There's no way that's statistically possible."
Ning gives a small shrug. "Shared good taste."
"This isn't funny."
"I'm not joking." Ning barely reacts. "He checked every box. He was available. Apparently very available."
Chaeyoung's face visibly crumples. She sinks lower into Somi's lap and hugs a pillow against herself. "We texted every day...I thought we had something going on.”
"Aw, Chae..." Somi murmurs softly, and her hands go back to braiding Chaeyoung's hair.
Yunjin lowers her wine glass onto the counter and looks around. "Okay, before anyone gets mad… I slept with him after.”
"You WHAT?" Somi sits up so fast that Chaeyoung nearly topples off her lap.
"His dick is amazing," Yunjin says, completely unapologetic. "I got hooked. We had sex for hours and I was about to schedule a second date. Sue me."
Chaeyoung's eyes are glassy. "I can't believe I was starting to fall for someone who was getting blowjobs from all my friends behind my back."
"Nobody knew anything," Asa says firmly. "That's the point. None of us coordinated. None of us told each other which guy we picked. We all approached him independently."
Shuhua folds her hands in her lap. "I asked him directly. When Ning and I found him in the park, I asked if any girl had ever approached him before with the same request. He told us no. That we were the first."
"That lying piece of shit," Somi hisses.
"Honestly?" Asa starts. "We can't judge him. Think about it. If we had known we were all using the same guy, we would have dropped him immediately. He saw an opportunity and he took it."
Shuhua nods. "It's somewhat fair when you consider the full picture. We used him for content and engagement. He used the situation for his own benefit. We're not really in a position to be angry."
"I'm in a position to be angry," Somi declares. Chaeyoung sniffles. Somi's hand moves from her hair to her back, rubbing slow circles between her shoulder blades. "I warned you that you deserved better than him," she says.
Ning rolls her eyes from the armchair. "Please. It's not like she and him were dating. There was no exclusivity, no commitment, no cheating. She texted him for a few days. That's hardly a betrayal."
"It felt like something," Chaeyoung mumbles into the pillow.
Yunjin walks around the couch and stands in front of all of them. Her posture shifts, shoulders back, chin up, that specific energy she gets when a plan is forming behind her eyes. "We're all going out," she announces.
"Out where?" Asa asks.
"The mall. After hours. We're going to find him and we're going to settle this."
"Settle it how?" Shuhua inquires, politely but with clear suspicion.
"Chaeyoung, text him right now. Tell him to meet us." Yunjin pauses. "Actually, forget it. Let me handle this. I know how to persuade him."
Somi crosses her arms, careful not to dislodge Chaeyoung from her lap. "What exactly are you planning, Yunjin?"
Yunjin looks at her like the answer should be written on the ceiling. "Isn't it obvious? A fucking orgy. All six of us. One night. One guy. In the mall after closing."
Asa grins and laughs. “Girl, you’ve officially lost it.”
"Consider it a farewell orgy," Yunjin continues, pacing now, warming to the idea. "We get it out of our systems. All of us. Every last fantasy and curiosity and frustration. And after that, he's free. Completely free for Chaeyoung, if she still wants him. Clean slate."
Shuhua raises a finger. "Nobody is pursuing him. The only person who had sex with him outside of the challenge was you."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miss Dump-the-Lore. I'm horny and I want an orgy. Are you in or not?"
"Fuck it," Somi says. "This is my shot at getting even. I'm gonna destroy that dick. Brutally.”
Asa sets her laptop aside and stretches her arms above her head. "I'm in too. I'll admit it. I've been curious about what that thing feels like somewhere other than my throat."
Ning locks her phone and swings her legs off the armchair. "I'm in. I'm honestly curious to see how this drama's gonna end. Plus Amazon still hasn't delivered my new super vibrator, and rewatching all those clips got me horny as hell.”
Shuhua smooths her skirt over her knees, considering. "Since everyone else is going, I suppose I'll participate as well.
Everyone’s attention lands on Chaeyoung. She slowly raises her head from the pillow in Somi’s lap, pink-cheeked and blinking through damp lashes. “...Fine,” she says. “I’m in too. I want to feel that cock filling me, stretching my pussy open.” She glances down, embarrassed but honest. “I dreamed about it last night and woke up dripping.”
Then comes the collective murmur. Quiet gasps. Suppressed laughs. Multiple people making deeply judgmental mmm sounds at once. Chaeyoung lets out a tiny embarrassed laugh and hides behind her pillow again.
"Oh my god, shut up," she mumbles. "All of you, shut up, please.”
Yunjin claps her hands together so hard it echoes off the apartment walls. "Perfect! Up, everyone. Go get changed." She grabs her keys from the counter and points at the group. "And I hope every single one of you is on the pill, because things are going to get pretty fucking intense.”
—
The mall is nearly deserted when you get there. A handful of people drift toward the exits while janitors sweep through the empty walkways. The background music hums through the open space, weirdly loud without the usual crowd to drown it out. At the top of the escalator, you spot them right away. Six girls sitting around a table by the pretzel stand, looking way too good to be here for anything innocent. You know exactly what this is. You figured it out the second Yunjin texted you. The game’s up. And somehow, instead of feeling nervous, you feel completely calm. You stroll over with your hands in your pockets and pull up a chair.
"Hey girls," you say, sitting down and leaning back. "How are the videos going?"
Somi’s glare is intense enough to be considered a health hazard. Her arms are folded tightly, her expression hard, pure annoyance radiating off her in waves. Yunjin, on the other hand, looks almost entertained. She rests her chin in her hand and studies you with narrowed eyes.
“Wow,” she says. “You really had us all fooled, huh? Playing all six of us while acting like you didn’t know what was happening.”
You shrug. "You guys wanted to use me for content. I let you. Every single time. The fact that you all happened to pick the same guy isn't really my problem to solve."
Shuhua tilts her head. Those elegant features carry a trace of genuine hurt underneath the composure. "You lied to me. I asked you directly if anyone else had approached you, and you looked me in the eyes and said no."
"Yeah," you admit. No point denying it. "I did. But be honest, the video turned out great, didn't it? If you'd known I already filmed with four other girls, you would've found someone else, and maybe that someone else wouldn't have been half as good on camera."
Ning, who's been scrolling through engagement metrics on her phone this entire time, murmurs without looking up. "He has a point."
"Don't encourage him," Somi snaps.
Chaeyoung hasn't said much. She's sitting between Somi and Asa, picking at the sleeve of her sweater. When she finally glances up, her face is calm, but her eyes give her away. There’s hurt there, even if she’s trying to hide it.
"You were sleeping with Yunjin," she says quietly.
"This only happened once.”
Somi leans forward. "Chaeyoung likes you, you absolute idiot."
You meet Chaeyoung’s eyes and hold them. “Hey, I like you too. But we’ve been talking for less than a week” You spread your hands toward the table. “And I didn’t exactly know what to make of you yet. Mostly because, no offense…” You gesture at the others. “The people you’re surrounded by aren’t exactly screaming reliable.”
Asa slowly lowers her iced coffee onto the table. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean? Are you calling us sluts?”
“Asa, you literally called yourself a slut in the library. Those were your exact words.”
“Yeah, and when we say it, it’s empowering,” Asa shoots back smoothly. “It’s reclaiming the word. We're owning our choices, our bodies, and making money on our own terms. It’s about autonomy. What you’re doing is using it like an insult, which is a completely different thing.”
You raise your palms in surrender. "Fair enough. My bad. So why am I here? Are you gonna jump me in a food court? Beat me up behind a Cinnabon?"
Yunjin's smile spreads slow and dangerous. "Something like that. We do plan to break you. Just not in the way you're thinking." She pauses for effect, clearly enjoying herself. "We want to fuck you."
You blink. Then you lean back in the chair and let out a long breath through your nose. “Oh.” You nod once. “Yeah. Okay. That probably should’ve been my first guess.” Your eyes find Chaeyoung again. "Are you okay with this?"
She gives a small shrug that's trying very hard to look casual. "Why wouldn't I be? You're not my boyfriend or anything."
“For the record,” you say, tone shifting into something more genuine, “I’ve actually really liked talking to you. The late-night texts, the movie recs, all of it. I’d like that to keep being a thing. No matter what happens tonight.”
Chaeyoung watches you for a second, searching your face. Then a small smile tugs at her lips. “If you make me cum hard enough,” she says lightly, “I might hear your case.”
Somi snorts. Ning grins.
"I don't think I deserve to be put on trial here when I didn't actually do anything wrong," you reply. "But fine. Challenge accepted."
Ning tucks her phone into her purse and claps once. "Okay, okay, enough with the romance subplot. How exactly are we doing this? Logistics. Where, when, how."
You look around the emptying food court. "You're not seriously planning to do this here. In the mall."
Yunjin spreads her arms wide. "We've already filmed blowjobs in a library, a classroom, a theater, and a car. What's a mall?"
"The difference is we could get caught and arrested. All seven of us. Public indecency. That goes on a record."
Asa sets her iced coffee down like she’s been waiting for the perfect moment to speak. She clears her throat and begins: “The mall closes in twenty minutes. After that, security drops to basically nothing. One guard for the whole building, and he usually camps out by the loading dock on the north side.”
Everyone turns to stare at her.
Completely unfazed, she keeps going: “I know a girl who works at the mattress store on the first floor. SleepHaven, over by the west corridor. She told me that whole section had all its security cameras taken down for replacement this morning, and the install crew never showed. No cameras until at least Monday.” She takes a casual sip of her coffee. “I’ll head down now, ask to use the restroom, pretend to leave, then hide in there until they lock up. The bathroom lock’s been broken for weeks, so there’s no chance of getting stuck. Once the store’s closed and everyone’s gone, I’ll open the front gate from the inside and let you all in.”
Silence around the table. Shuhua exhales slowly. "So either this is going to be the best sex any of us have ever had, or we get arrested, end up on the local news, and our lives are effectively over."
Yunjin grins so wide it's almost manic. "Both of those outcomes sound pretty great to me. Let's go."
Chaeyoung shifts nervously in her seat. Ning puts a hand on her knee under the table. "Relax. Think about that huge cock that's about to be inside you. Focus on the positives."
"I'm literally right here," you say.
Ning just smirks at you. Doesn't say a word. Shuhua stands up and smooths down her skirt. "Fine. Let's go to the first floor. Split up. Move separately. Stay away from any active camera zones. We'll reconvene at the restrooms near the west corridor."
And that's how you end up locked in a mall bathroom stall at eleven thirty on a Saturday night, sitting on a closed toilet lid, scrolling through your phone while the building goes quiet around you. The lights in the corridor outside dim to half power. The muzak cuts off. You hear the distant rumble of security gates being pulled down over storefronts.
Forty minutes pass. Your phone buzzes. Yunjin's text reads:
on our way. going separately. be careful
You crack the stall door open and listen. Nothing. You slip out of the restroom and into the corridor. The first floor is eerie with most of the lights off, storefronts shuttered behind metal gates, the air conditioning humming low. Your sneakers barely make a sound on the polished floor. When you reach SleepHaven, five silhouettes are already gathered outside the gate. Asa's face appears behind the glass a moment later. She fiddles with something, and the front gate slides open just enough for everyone to duck under.
You file in one by one. Asa pulls the gate back down behind you. Yunjin doesn't waste a second. She kicks off her shoes and throws herself backward onto a king size display mattress near the front.
"The universe loves me. An orgy in a mattress store. This is genuinely the greatest night of my life."
Asa hisses at her immediately. "Keep it down. And we can't do this out here, anyone walking by the storefront might overhear. Grab a mattress, take it to the back area behind the counter. There are pillars back there, it's more concealed."
They end up choosing a queen-size display bed that’s already dressed in spotless sheets and looks ridiculously high-end. You grab one end, Somi grabs the other, and together you haul it behind the service counter to the back section of the store. Yunjin surveys the setup and nods approvingly. "This is actually perfect. Way better than I expected."
Shuhua is running her hand along the sheets. "This is a three thousand dollar mattress. Egyptian cotton sheets. If we're going to commit a felony, at least we're doing it in luxury."
"Okay," you say, standing at the edge of the mattress. "I'm going to be honest. I have absolutely no idea how this works. I've never done anything like this before."
Somi steps forward. She puts one hand flat on your chest and pushes. Hard. You lose your balance and fall backward onto the mattress, the expensive sheets puffing up around you. "Lie down," Somi orders, looking down at you. "And leave the rest to us."
You look up at the six girls standing over you and grin, sinking deeper into the mattress. “Alright then,” you say. “I’m at your service.”
There’s no drawn-out moment to it. Everyone just starts undressing. Yunjin finishes pulling off the top she’d already loosened earlier and casually flings it behind the counter. Somi pops her bra loose with one hand while kicking off her jeans. Ning pauses long enough to fold her skirt perfectly before setting it aside. Chaeyoung turns a little as she slips out of her bra, clearly self-conscious, while Asa strips down with the detached efficiency of someone changing after class. Shuhua carefully unbuttons her blouse, smoothing it flat over a nearby pillow.
You pull your shirt over your head, shove your jeans and boxers down, and your cock springs free. Already half hard from the sheer visual assault of six naked women in a dimly lit mattress store.
Yunjin goes first, exactly as everyone expected. She swings herself over your lap, straddling your hips as the mattress dips beneath her knees. Then she leans in and claims your mouth without warning, her tongue sliding past your lips like she’s not interested in asking permission. There’s nothing tentative about it. She kisses hard and deep, all heat and confidence. Her hand snakes down between your bodies, gripping your cock and stroking until you’re fully hard under her touch. Then she guides you lower, dragging the tip through her soaked folds until it catches at her entrance.
"God, I'll literally never get tired of this," Yunjin breathes against your lips. "The way you stretch me open. It's so fucking good every single time." She sinks down. Slow. Taking inch after inch until her ass meets your thighs and she's fully seated with your entire length buried inside her. Her walls grip you tight, clenching, adjusting. Her head tips back and her mouth falls open.
Then Somi is there. Standing over you, looking down at your face with that cold, mean expression she wears so well.
"Alright," she says, one leg swinging over your head. "Let's put that tongue to work. See if it's actually good for anything besides lying to people."
She lowers herself onto your mouth. Her pussy presses against your lips, wet and warm, her thighs framing your face. She's facing Yunjin, their knees almost touching on either side of your body. You flatten your tongue and drag it through her folds, tasting her, finding her clit and circling it. Somi's thighs twitch.
"Don't be gentle about it," she tells you, grinding down harder. "You owe me."
To your left, Ning takes Chaeyoung's hand. "C'mon babe, lie down," she murmurs. "We're not just gonna stand here watching."
Chaeyoung settles onto the mattress beside you, on her back, her dark hair fanning out across the white sheets. Ning crawls between her legs, pushes her thighs apart, and dips her head. Chaeyoung gasps when Ning's tongue touches her, her back arching slightly off the mattress.
Behind Ning, Asa kneels. With Ning on all fours, her ass presented perfectly, Asa spreads her cheeks with both hands and buries her face between them. Her tongue drags from Ning's clit all the way back, slow and thorough, circling her asshole before dipping back down to her pussy. Ning moans into Chaeyoung, the vibration making Chaeyoung whimper. Shuhua watches. She's standing beside the mattress, one hand between her own legs, fingers sliding through her wetness as she takes in the scene. Her eyes are locked on where Yunjin's body meets yours, watching your cock disappear inside her with each roll of her hips.
Yunjin notices. She reaches out with one hand, hooks it behind Shuhua's neck, and pulls her in for a kiss. Shuhua leans into it, her fingers working faster between her thighs while Yunjin's tongue slides against hers.
Yunjin breaks the kiss and looks back at Somi. "Fuck, your tits look so good from here," she says, openly staring at the way Somi's chest bounces with each shift of her hips against your face. "So fucking hot, seriously."
"I know," Somi responds, not even slightly humble about it. She rolls her hips forward, smearing herself across your mouth. "Deeper. Get your tongue inside me."
You push your tongue into her, as deep as it'll go, and she grinds down on it. Her full weight presses against your face, and breathing becomes genuinely difficult. Your nose is pressed against her clit, your mouth completely covered by her pussy. She's suffocating you and she knows it and she doesn't care.
It’s heaven. You’d die smiling buried in her ass.
Yunjin picks up her pace on top of you. She plants her hands on your chest and starts really riding, lifting her hips until just the tip remains inside before dropping back down with her full weight. Each time she takes you to the root, her breath hitches, her nails dig into your skin. Your cock is coated in her arousal, glistening every time she rises.
"You feel so deep like this," Yunjin groans, rolling her hips in a circle before slamming back down. "I swear you're in my fucking stomach right now."
Somi reaches forward and grabs one of Yunjin's tits, squeezing roughly. "Ride him harder. I wanna feel him moan into me when you do it." Yunjin laughs breathlessly and complies. She speeds up, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the dark store. Every time she bottoms out, your hips jerk involuntarily, and Somi feels the moan travel through your tongue directly into her cunt. She bites her lip, satisfied.
To your left, Chaeyoung is squirming under Ning's mouth. Her fingers are tangled in Ning's hair, pulling gently, her chest heaving. "Right there, Ning, don't stop, fuck, please don't stop."
Ning hums in acknowledgment, then gasps herself as Asa's tongue pushes inside her ass. Her back dips, pushing her hips back against Asa's face, seeking more.
"Asa, that feels insane," Ning mumbles between Chaeyoung's legs. "Do that again." Asa doesn't respond verbally. She just grips Ning's hips tighter and keeps going, alternating between her holes with a precision that has Ning trembling on her knees.
Shuhua pulls away from kissing Yunjin and kneels beside the mattress, still touching herself. “Yunjin, if I may say so, you look exceptionally pretty taking that cock,” says softly, and even her dirty talk sounds polished somehow. “The way it stretches you is... deeply impressive.”
"Shu, babe, it's unreal," Yunjin responds between bounces. "His dick is literally ruining me for everyone else. That's not even a joke. No one else is ever gonna measure up."
Somi grabs the back of your head with one hand, lifting it slightly, pressing you harder against her. Your tongue aches from the effort but you keep going, sucking her clit between your lips, flicking it rapidly. Her thighs are shaking now. "Shit," Somi breathes. "Okay, maybe your mouth isn't completely useless."
Yunjin's rhythm becomes erratic. She's chasing it now, grinding her clit against your pelvis with each downstroke, her walls clenching tighter around you. Her moans get louder, less controlled. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum," she pants. "Your cock is so deep, I can feel it everywhere, I'm literally about to lose it."
She slams down one final time and holds there, grinding in tight circles. Her whole body seizes, thighs clamping against your sides, her pussy spasming around your shaft in rhythmic pulses. She throws her head back and her mouth opens in a silent scream before the sound catches up, a long, shuddering moan that echoes off the store walls. Somi watches Yunjin cum and something about it tips her over the edge too. Her thighs slam shut around your head, trapping you completely, her hips bucking against your mouth in short, sharp jerks.
"Don't you dare stop," she hisses through her teeth, one hand braced on Yunjin's shoulder. Her whole body goes rigid for three seconds, then she comes apart, grinding down on your tongue through it, her slick flooding your lips and chin. Her legs tremble violently on either side of your head before she finally loosens her grip and you gasp for air.
They both climb off. Your face is drenched, Somi's arousal smeared from your forehead to your chin. Your cock is still hard, still throbbing, slick with Yunjin's cum.
Yunjin collapses onto the edge of the mattress, spent and grinning. "Okay. Who's next."
Chaeyoung sits up. Her cheeks are flushed from whatever Ning was doing to her moments ago, her eyes bright. "Me!"
The other girls shift, making room. Ning wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Asa sits back on her heels. You pull yourself upright and move toward Chaeyoung, settling between her legs as she lies back down. You look down at her. She looks up at you. In the dim glow of the emergency lights, her face is soft and beautiful and a little nervous.
You smile softly. “Hey.”
She meets it with a little smile of her own. “Hey.”
"I'm gonna go slow," you tell her quietly. Just for her. "You tell me to stop whenever you need me to." She nods, her hand finding yours on the sheet and squeezing gently.
You guide yourself to Chaeyoung's entrance and press forward. Just the tip at first, barely pushing in, letting her feel the stretch before you commit. Her eyes go wide, her lips parting, fingers curling into the sheets beneath her. "Oh my god," she whispers, staring up at you. "That's just the beginning?"
"Just the beginning," you confirm, and push another inch inside her.
Behind you, the mattress shifts as everyone else finds their positions. Yunjin grabs Shuhua by the waist and pulls her close, tangling their legs together until their pussies press flush against each other. Yunjin starts grinding immediately, rolling her hips in slow, lazy circles, her wetness mixing with Shuhua's. A few feet away, Ning swings a leg over Asa's face and settles down, her knees bracketing Asa's head. Asa's hands come up to grip Ning's thighs and she gets to work without being asked. Somi kneels between Asa's spread legs, slides two fingers inside her, and starts pumping with a casual, almost bored efficiency that makes it clear she's done this before.
You sink deeper into Chaeyoung. She grabs your forearm, squeezing hard, her back lifting off the mattress. You stop halfway and let her breathe. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just... give me a sec. You're really thick." She exhales slowly, her walls fluttering around you, adjusting. Then she nods. "Keep going." You push the rest of the way in. All of it. Chaeyoung's mouth falls open and no sound comes out for a solid three seconds. Then she lets out this shaky, overwhelmed little moan that makes Yunjin glance over from her scissoring position and grin.
"There it is," Yunjin says approvingly, grinding harder against Shuhua. "That's the face. I made that exact same face my first time with him."
You pull back slowly and thrust in again, building a gentle rhythm. Chaeyoung's hands find your shoulders, pulling you down closer. You lean in and kiss her, soft and deep, and she melts into it. When you pull back, she's smiling.
"You taste like Somi," she murmurs against your lips.
"Bet that's a taste you know pretty well."
Chaeyoung's cheeks flush even darker. "Maybe."
Somi doesn't even look up from fingering Asa. "I heard that. And yes, she does."
Ning laughs from her perch on Asa's face, then cuts herself off with a sharp gasp when Asa does something particularly good with her tongue. "Fuck, Asa, what are you doing down there? That's so good, keep doing that."
Asa can't respond because her mouth is full of Ning's pussy, but she gives a thumbs up with one hand, which makes Shuhua giggle breathlessly from where she's grinding against Yunjin.
"This is genuinely the most unhinged thing I've ever participated in," Shuhua manages between heavy breaths, her hips moving in rhythm with Yunjin's. "And I'm including the time Ning convinced me to skinny dip at that resort."
"Shu, babe, this is so much better than skinny dipping," Yunjin replies, reaching down to adjust the angle of their hips so their clits press together more directly. Shuhua whimpers at the change in pressure. "This is like... peak friendship activities right here."
You pick up the pace with Chaeyoung. She wraps her legs around your waist, locking her ankles behind your back, and the new angle lets you go deeper. Her nails rake down your shoulders. "Right there," she breathes. "Oh god, right there, don't move from that spot."
"Chae's getting loud," Somi observes, curling her fingers inside Asa and making her jolt. "I love that for her honestly."
"She deserves it," Ning says, then rolls her hips against Asa's mouth, chasing the sensation. "After all those sad little crushes she's had? Let the girl have her moment."
"Can you guys stop talking about me while I'm getting fucked, please," Chaeyoung says, but she's laughing, and then the laugh dissolves into a moan when you thrust particularly deep.
Yunjin is sweating. They're all sweating. The store has no ventilation running this late, and the combined body heat of seven people fucking on a three thousand dollar mattress has turned the back area into a sauna. Skin glistens under the dim emergency lighting. The sounds are obscene and layered: wet skin, heavy breathing, Ning's sharp little gasps mixing with Shuhua's softer ones, the rhythmic slap of your hips meeting Chaeyoung's.
Somi adds a third finger inside Asa, stretching her, and Asa's hips buck off the mattress. Ning grabs Somi's shoulder to keep her balance. "Warn me before you do that, she almost threw me off."
"Not my fault Asa's a squirmer," Somi says, pumping faster. "You good down there, Asa?"
Asa pulls her mouth away from Ning just long enough to gasp, "So fucking good, oh my god, keep going,” before Ning pushes her head back down.
"Nope, you're not done," Ning tells her sweetly.
You shift your weight onto one arm and bring your free hand down between your body and Chaeyoung's. Your thumb finds her clit, swollen and sensitive, and you start rubbing in slow circles while you fuck her. The effect is instantaneous. Chaeyoung's whole body tenses, her grip on your shoulders turning desperate.
"Oh fuck," she gasps. "Oh fuck, that's not fair, you can't do both at the same time."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm gonna lose my mind, that's why." Her hips are grinding up to meet yours now, matching your rhythm, trying to get more of everything at once. "Your cock is literally splitting me open and now you're touching my clit and I can't, I actually can't—"
Yunjin, still grinding against Shuhua, looks over with pure delight on her face. "She's gonna blow. Look at her legs shaking."
Ning is rocking faster on Asa's face, she grabs her own breast, squeezing, her head tipping back. "Shit, I'm close too. Asa, please, keep going, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum so hard."
You press harder on Chaeyoung's clit, rubbing faster, your hips snapping into her with deep, steady strokes. She's clenching around you so tight it's almost difficult to move. Her moans have gone high and thin, her eyes squeezed shut, every muscle in her body coiling. "Look at me," you tell her quietly. She opens her eyes. They're glassy, overwhelmed, gorgeous. "Cum for me, Chae."
She shatters. Her back arches completely off the mattress, her legs lock around you, and her pussy clamps down on your cock in hard, rhythmic spasms. And then the gush comes. Warm and sudden, soaking your pelvis, the sheets beneath her, running down your thighs. She's squirting, hard, her whole body convulsing with it.
Yunjin's jaw drops mid grind. "Holy shit, she's squirting! She's literally squirting all over that poor mattress!"
The sight of it pushes Ning over. She grinds down on Asa's mouth one final time and cums, her thighs clamping around Asa's head, her fingers digging into Somi's shoulder hard. Asa cums seconds later from Somi's relentless fingers, her legs trembling and her muffled moans vibrating against Ning's cunt. Shuhua follows, burying her face in Yunjin's neck, flushed and panting, her hips stuttering through the last waves of her orgasm.
Somi pulls her fingers out of Asa, holds them up, glistening and dripping, and licks them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.
Chaeyoung is still trembling beneath you, aftershocks rolling through her. "I'm so sorry," she pants, looking down at the soaked sheets. "I came so hard. I couldn't help it. I've never done that before."
"Don't you dare apologize for squirting," Yunjin says firmly, wiping sweat from her forehead. "That was the hottest thing you could have possibly done."
Somi nods. "We'll deal with the mattress situation later. Not important right now."
"Agreed," Ning says, climbing off Asa's face and stretching. Her legs are still wobbly. She looks at your cock, still hard, still wet with Chaeyoung's cum, and her eyes sharpen with hunger. "Because I need that inside me right now. Immediately."
Yunjin sits up, her director energy returning. "Okay then. Asa, Ning, Shu. Line up. On all fours. Show us these pretty pussies." The three of them arrange themselves side by side on the mattress, knees spread, backs arched, asses presented. Asa, Ning, Shuhua. Three different body types, three different skin tones, all of them glistening with sweat and each other's spit.
Yunjin beckons you over. "Come fuck these little sluts, nerd.”
Somi circles around to the front of the lineup, taking her time as she studies them from the other side. Her gaze drifts over the three bent bodies, the way they’re all presented for you, and then she reaches out without warning and gives Shuhua’s ass a sharp smack. She jolts with a startled yelp, shooting Somi a scandalized look.
“Hey! Warn me before you start getting handsy.”
Somi only grins, entirely unbothered, then turns that wicked little expression on you. "Look at them. Three tight little pussies all lined up just for you. How's that feel?”
You stare at the three of them, each one looking back over her shoulder at you, waiting. Your cock throbs. "I genuinely cannot put what I'm feeling into words.”
Yunjin snorts, arms crossed. "Then stop trying to put it into words and start putting your cock in them. That's the only language they need right now.”
Asa, her ass arched perfectly, her cheek resting on her folded arms, glances back at Yunjin with a lazy grin. "Wow. Shakespeare could never.”
Yunjin kneels beside Shuhua and grabs both her cheeks, spreading them open with her thumbs, putting everything on display for you. Shuhua's pussy is glistening, swollen, absolutely dripping from her earlier orgasm and the continued arousal of watching everyone else get fucked.
"C'mon," she says, looking up at you with that insatiable grin. "Time to fuck."
There’s no teasing pause. You guide yourself against her and push in. The head breaches Shuhua's entrance and she immediately drops her forehead to the mattress, her fingers clawing at the sheets. You stop with just the tip inside, letting her adjust. Her walls are squeezing you so tight it's almost resistance. "Oh," Shuhua breathes. "Oh, that's... that is significantly larger than I anticipated."
Ning, still on all fours beside her, glances over. "Girl, breathe. You'll get used to it."
"Easy for you to say, you haven't taken it yet," Shuhua replies through gritted teeth, but she pushes her hips back slightly, taking another inch on her own terms. You grip her hips and feed her more, slow, steady. Shuhua's spine curves downward, her shoulder blades pinching together. When you're about three quarters in, she lets out this long, shaking exhale.
"I've used large toys before," she says, almost conversationally despite the strain in her tone. "This doesn't even compare. The heat, the way it throbs. It's completely different."
"You doing okay?" you ask, rubbing your thumb along her hip bone.
"More than okay. Please keep going." You bottom out inside her and Shuhua makes a sound you've never heard from her before. Something between a whimper and a laugh, surprised and overwhelmed and deeply pleased all at once. You start moving, pulling back slow and pushing in deep, establishing a rhythm that lets her feel every inch.
On the other end of the mattress, Somi has pulled Chaeyoung into her lap. They're kissing, messy and unhurried, Somi's hands tangled in Chaeyoung's hair. Somi breaks away and licks her lower lip.
"You were so fucking hot squirting like that," Somi murmurs against Chaeyoung's mouth. "I almost came just watching you." Chaeyoung blushes but grins. Her hand traces down Somi's stomach, over her navel, and slips between her thighs. She pushes two fingers inside Somi without warning. Somi gasps, her hips jerking forward. "Shit, Chae, warn a girl."
"You didn't warn me when you shoved my face down on his cock," Chaeyoung replies sweetly, curling her fingers.
Somi's head tips back. "Okay fair. Fuck. Keep going, baby. Finger that wet pussy while I watch them get wrecked."
You're building speed inside Shuhua now. Her initial tension has dissolved into pure pleasure, her hips rocking back to meet your thrusts. Yunjin hasn't moved from her spot beside the lineup. She leans in and spits directly on where your cock meets Shuhua's pussy, the saliva mixing with the mess already there.
"That's it," Yunjin says, watching with dark, hungry eyes. "Fuck her good. Look at how well she takes it now."
"Yunjin," Shuhua manages, "please stop narrating and let me enjoy this."
"Never. This is the best show I've ever seen."
You pull out of Shuhua and she whines at the loss. Ning is next. You shift over, position yourself behind her, and push in. Ning is wetter than Shuhua was, practically dripping down her thighs already, but she's just as tight. The first few inches make her gasp and grab the mattress. "Fuck me," Ning breathes. "Okay. Okay I get it now. I get why Yunjin lost her mind over this."
"Right?" Yunjin says proudly. "Told you." You sink deeper and Ning's arms give out. Her chest presses flat against the mattress, ass still raised, and you can feel her clenching around you, her body trying to accommodate the stretch. You give her a moment, then start thrusting. Ning buries her face in her arms and moans.
Yunjin spits on Ning's pussy too, then smacks her ass lightly. "Take that dick, Ning. You were bragging about your skills all week, show me you can handle it."
"I am handling it," Ning says, except she very clearly isn't. Her voice is trembling. "It's just... a lot. God, it's so much."
Across the mattress, Chaeyoung has migrated lower. She's got her mouth on Somi's left breast, sucking the nipple between her lips while her fingers keep working inside her. Somi watches her with hooded eyes, one hand on the back of Chaeyoung's head.
"I love your tits so much," Chaeyoung mumbles against the soft skin, switching to the other one. "They're ridiculous. Like genuinely unfair."
"Babe, you can have them whenever you want," Somi replies, arching into her mouth. "Just keep doing what you're doing with those fingers."
You pull out of Ning and move to Asa. She's been waiting patiently, her cheek resting on her folded arms, watching you fuck the other two with analytical interest. When you press against her entrance, she pushes back immediately, trying to take you in one motion. But her body resists. She only gets halfway before she hisses and stops.
"Shit," Asa says, surprised. "I thought I was ready. That's thicker than it looks."
"Take your time."
"No, just push. I can handle it." You push. Asa's fingers curl into fists and she breathes out hard through her nose, but she doesn't tell you to stop. When you're fully seated inside her, she lets out a low groan that sounds almost relieved. "Okay," she says. "Yeah. That's incredible actually."
You start fucking her, and Asa is different from the other two. She pushes back to meet every thrust, matches your rhythm instantly, treats it almost like a collaboration. Her pussy grips you perfectly, slick and hot and eager.
Yunjin is in her element. She moves between the three of them, spitting on each pussy as you rotate, slapping asses, gripping hair, running her nails down their spines. She's the conductor of this whole symphony and she's loving every second.
"Look at them," she says to you, spreading Asa's cheeks so you can watch yourself slide in and out. "Look at how they take that fat cock. They're soaking. All three of them are dripping for you."
You switch back to Shuhua. She cries out when you enter her again, pushing back greedily. Then to Ning, who's so wet now that the sounds are obscene, filthy and loud in the quiet store. Then Asa again, who grinds back against you with precision.
Yunjin crouches next to Ning's face and lifts her chin. "You like getting fucked like this? Getting shared? All three of you lined up like good little sluts?" Ning just moans in response, her eyes glassy. "If I'd brought my strap we could've been double teaming these pussies," she continues, looking back at you. "Next time. Definitely next time. Me and you, fucking them from both ends."
Somi pulls Chaeyoung's mouth off her breast to watch. "They look so good from here. Especially Shuhua. She's completely gone."
Chaeyoung nods, her fingers still buried inside Somi, pumping steadily. "She's always so put together. It's nice seeing her fall apart."
You keep rotating. Shuhua cums first. You're deep inside her, one hand on her hip, the other gripping her shoulder, and she turns her face to the side so you can see her expression when it hits. Her eyes flutter shut, her mouth opens, and she comes apart in these beautiful, controlled waves, her pussy milking your cock through each contraction. Somehow even this is elegant.
Asa goes next. You're gripping her waist, pounding into her at a pace she set herself, and her head drops forward. "There, there, fuck, right there, I'm cumming," she whispers, and her whole body seizes. Her walls clamp down so hard it almost stops your movement. She shakes through it, silent except for these tiny, breathy sounds.
Ning is last. You're still inside Asa when Yunjin says, "Ning needs to cum. Go wreck her." You pull out of Asa and push into Ning. She's so sensitive at this point that she flinches at the first thrust. Yunjin grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her head back. "Grab her hair," Yunjin tells you. "Fuck her hard. She can take it."
You wrap Ning's hair around your fist and pull. She gasps, her back arching severely. You start pounding into her. Hard. Deep. Relentless. Ning's moans escalate rapidly into something approaching a scream.
"Ning!" Shuhua hisses sharply. "The security guard. Keep it down."
Ning slaps her own hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, her body jolting with each thrust.
The muffled sounds leaking through her fingers are still loud but contained. You don't stop. You fuck her through it, pulling her hair, driving into her until her thighs start shaking violently and she cums with a strangled sound behind her palm, her pussy contracting around you in hard, rhythmic squeezes. Her entire body goes limp when it passes, collapsing flat onto the mattress.
You pull out, wipe the sweat from your forehead, and sit back on your heels. Your cock is glistening, impossibly hard still, twitching against your stomach. "That was insane," you pant, looking at the three spent girls in front of you. "Seriously. I don't know how guys in porn last this long. My legs are shaking."
"Well," Somi says, extracting herself from Chaeyoung's fingers and crawling toward you. "You better hold on a little longer. Because now it's my turn."
She pushes you flat on your back. You hit the mattress with a grunt. Somi swings a leg over your hips, but instead of facing you normally, she plants her feet on either side of your chest, squatting over your cock in a deep stance. Her thighs flex, her core engages, and she grips the base of your shaft to line you up.
Yunjin slaps the mattress with both hands. "Yes! Amazon position! Go for it, Somi, ride that cock!"
Ning, still flat on her stomach recovering, lifts her head long enough to whistle. Shuhua immediately makes a sharp shushing sound at her, eyes wide.
Somi stares down at you, face unreadable except for that familiar look of mild annoyance she somehow manages to make attractive. Calm. Detached. In control. "Let's see what all the fuss is about," she says. "Everyone else completely lost their shit over this. I don't buy it.”
She lowers herself onto you. Inch by agonizing inch. In this position, squatting over you with her feet planted on either side of your chest, Somi controls everything. The angle, the depth, the speed. You can't thrust up, can't grab her hips, can't do anything except lie there and take what she decides to give you. Your cock stretches her open and you watch her face. She's fighting. Every micro expression is a battle between the pleasure flooding her body and the icy composure she refuses to drop, even as her jaw tightens and her breathing starts to lose its rhythm. Her thighs tremble as she sinks lower, swallowing more of you inside her, her pussy spreading around your girth.
She stops about halfway. Breathes. Then pushes down the rest of the way until her ass meets your pelvis and every inch of you is buried in her. Her eyes close for exactly one second. When they open again, she's rearranged her expression into something cool and unaffected.
"Okay," she says, looking down at you. "I'll give you this much. It's a pretty impressive cock." She shifts her hips, adjusting to the fullness, and you feel her walls squeeze around you involuntarily. "Real waste that it belongs to someone like you, though."
"Sorry about that," you reply, your breath catching as she clenches again. "I'll try to be hotter next time."
"Shut up. Don't talk. Just lie there and let me use you like the stupid little toy you are."
Somi starts moving. Slowly at first. She lifts her hips until barely anything remains, pauses for a second, then sinks back down with controlled force. The impact sends a sharp jolt through you. Then she does it again. And again. Gradually settling into a rhythm she seems satisfied with. Her pussy grips your shaft on every upstroke, wet and impossibly tight, then swallows you whole on the way back down.
The view from below is staggering. Somi's body is built for this. Her slim waist, her toned stomach flexing with each movement, and those massive breasts bouncing with every drop of her hips. They move almost independently, heavy and full, swaying and colliding against each other. Sweat is beginning to bead along her collarbones, rolling down between them.
Yunjin sits cross legged on the mattress, watching with her chin propped on her fist. "Okay, she looks fucking incredible doing that. Like, objectively."
Ning nods slowly, still recovering from her own orgasm, lying on her stomach with her chin in her hands. "It's giving professional athlete. The core strength alone."
"Seriously though," Asa adds, tilting her head to study Somi's form. "Look at the control she has. She's basically doing weighted squats right now. That's genuinely impressive."
Shuhua watches from beside Yunjin. "If I tried to do that, I would absolutely injure my lower back."
Asa glances at her. "That's because you used to walk around with your spine curved like a shrimp, Shu. You have the posture of someone who's been gaming for twelve hours straight. You only realized because Yunjin took that cursed picture of you.”
Yunjin barks out a laugh. Shuhua's mouth falls open. "That was truly offensive," Shuhua says quietly. "And for the record, I'm fixing it. My posture's good now. I bought a posture corrector and everything."
"Girl, that thing is still in the packaging on your desk," Ning says without looking up.
Somi ignores all of them. She's locked into her rhythm now, bouncing on your cock with increasing intensity, her hands braced on your chest for leverage. Each time she drops down, the sound of skin meeting skin is sharp and wet. Your hands are flat on the mattress because she hasn't given you permission to touch her, and somehow that makes it hotter. She's using you. Completely and totally.
Somi looks down at you, and her mouth curls into something between a smirk and a sneer. "God, you're adorable like this." She rolls her hips in a filthy slow circle, grinding your cock deep before picking her rhythm back up. "Pinned under me. Dumb and hard and just letting me take what I want. Like a good little fucktoy."
"View's pretty good from here too," you breathe, barely getting the words out while her cunt grips you on every drop.
"Yeah?" She lifts almost all the way off, just the tip, then slams her hips down so hard your vision whites out. "Nnngh— you like this? Like getting fucked stupid by a girl who doesn't give a shit if you cum? Just lying there taking it like an obedient little bitch?"
"Yes," you groan, hands fisting the sheets. "Fuck— yes, I like it.”
"Of course you do." She picks up speed, and the wet sounds get louder, filthier. Her breasts are bouncing so hard they're practically hitting her chin on every drop. "This is where you belong. On your back, getting used. You should be thanking me."
Yunjin starts clapping rhythmically, like she's at a sporting event. "Let's go Somi! Ride that dick! Let's go Somi!"
Ning immediately joins in, clapping along. "Bounce bounce bounce! Wreck that cock!"
Asa cups her hands around her mouth. "Give me an S! Give me an O! Give me an M!" Give me am I!”
Chaeyoung is giggling uncontrollably, clapping along with them.
Shuhua's eyes go wide. "Can you all please be quieter? There is a security guard somewhere in this building." They all drop to stage whispers, still clapping, still chanting, but at a fraction of the volume. Yunjin is whisper screaming "let's go Somi" with the intensity of a soccer mom at a championship game. Ning is doing quiet finger snaps. Asa is mouthing the letters of Somi's name with exaggerated lip movements.
Somi doesn't acknowledge any of them. She's grinding now, deep and circular, her clit pressing hard against your pelvis on every rotation. Her breathing has changed. Shorter. Sharper. That icy control is fracturing. You can see it in the way her thighs are shaking, the way her nails are digging into your chest, the way she keeps biting the inside of her cheek.
She speeds up again. Full bounces, slamming herself down, taking you to the root every time. Your cock is drenched in her, glistening in the low light. The mattress creaks beneath you. She tilts forward slightly, changing the angle, and her mouth opens in a silent gasp that she immediately tries to suppress.
"Fuck," she whispers. “Fuck…” She grinds down hard, circling her hips, pressing her clit against you with desperate pressure. Her thighs clamp around your sides. Her head drops forward, blonde hair curtaining her face, and her whole body locks up. You feel her pussy spasm around you in tight, rhythmic contractions, milking your shaft as the orgasm rolls through her. She grinds through every wave of it, extracting every last second, her hips stuttering and her breath coming in these ragged, broken exhales she can't quite control.
When it passes, she stays seated on you for a long moment. Still full of you. Catching her breath. Then she rises slowly, your cock sliding out of her with a wet, obscene sound, and she climbs off the mattress on slightly unsteady legs.
Somi rakes her fingers through her hair and gives you this perfectly curated look of mild disinterest. "Your dick's... fine. Nothing I couldn't replace with a ten-minute Amazon order.”
Yunjin snorts so hard she almost chokes. "Please. Even you don't believe that. I saw your legs shaking, Somi."
Somi's cheeks flush hot. "That doesn't mean anything. I'm not some pathetic slut who gets attached because a guy has a big dick. That's your department."
Yunjin doesn't flinch. Just smiles, soft and knowing. "You're so full of shit, babe. But it's cute. Keep pretending.” Somi rolls her eyes and turns away, but you catch the faintest trace of a smirk before she kills it.
Then Yunjin claps her hands once and the energy in the room shifts. "Okay. There's someone here who still hasn't gotten off." She looks at you pointedly. Your cock is still hard, still slick, throbbing against your stomach. "Stand up."
You get to your feet. Your legs are genuinely wobbly. Six pairs of eyes look up at you as the girls arrange themselves on their knees in a loose semicircle on the mattress. Asa to your left, Ning and Shuhua in the center, Yunjin to the right, Chaeyoung directly in front of you.
Somi steps forward. She reaches up and slides your glasses off your face. The world goes slightly blurry. Then she turns and places them carefully on Chaeyoung's face. The frames sit crooked on her smaller nose. She adjusts them, pushes them up, and looks up at you through the lenses with those big, pretty eyes.
Yunjin surveys the six of them kneeling around you and puts her hands on her hips. "Alright. Here's how we're doing this. I'll play distributor. Make sure everyone gets their fair share. No one girl hogging more than she's entitled to. Equal distribution of cum across all parties."
Shuhua tilts her head. "That's not really necessary. We're perfectly capable of organizing ourselves. No central authority needed. We just take turns, share naturally, everyone gets what they need."
Yunjin points at her. "And that is how you get one girl with a face full of cum and four girls with nothing. You need structure. Leadership. I'm the one who put this whole thing together. I organized the venue, the logistics, the communication. I am essentially the vanguard of this entire sexually transgressive movement." She pauses, then touches her hair with genuine regret. "Shit, I really should've brought a beret.”
Somi tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and exhales through her nose. "We're literally waiting for him to cum on our faces and you two are doing dialectics.”
"You're not the vanguard of anything," Shuhua replies calmly. "You're just horny and bossy. Those aren't the same thing."
Ning snorts. Asa covers her mouth.
"Can you two please shut up and start sucking," Chaeyoung says flatly, already wrapping her hand around your shaft. Your glasses sit crooked on her face, way too big for her, and she looks up at you through them with this expression that's equal parts sweet and filthy. She leans forward and takes the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, tasting the combined slick of every girl who rode you tonight.
"Fine. Actions over theory. I can respect that,” Yunjin says before she ducks her head and runs her tongue along the left side of your shaft while Chaeyoung works the tip. Ning joins from the right, her tongue tracing a vein from base to mid shaft.
Three mouths on you at once. Your cock is more than big enough to accommodate them. Chaeyoung sucks the head with these slow pulls, her cheeks hollowing, while Yunjin and Ning lap at the shaft from either side, their tongues occasionally meeting and sliding against each other.
Somi kneels behind Chaeyoung, watching over her shoulder. "Tilt your head more, Chae. You're losing the angle."
Chaeyoung adjusts and takes you deeper, the glasses sliding down her nose. She pushes them back up with one finger without missing a beat.
Asa taps Ning's shoulder. "My turn." Ning pulls back and Asa takes her place, her technique immediately different. More controlled, more rhythmic. She sucks along the side of your shaft in long, measured strokes, her hand cupping your balls, rolling them gently. She remembers from the library how sensitive they are.
Shuhua waits patiently until Chaeyoung comes up for air, then leans in and takes over the tip. She's less hesitant than she was in the car. Something about tonight has unlocked her. She takes you halfway down without flinching, her throat relaxing around you, and holds there for a few seconds before pulling back with spit connecting her lips to your cock.
"Good girl, Shu," Yunjin murmurs approvingly, stroking Shuhua's hair back from her face.
"Don't patronize me," Shuhua replies, then immediately goes back down on you.
They rotate. Pairs and trios. Somi finally takes her turn, and true to form, she's rough about it. She grabs the base and sucks hard, her tongue doing something cruel and brilliant against the underside of the head. When she pulls off, she spits on your cock and strokes it with both hands, spreading the saliva, then passes you to Yunjin, who takes you to the root in one smooth motion. She holds you in her throat, her nose pressed against your pelvis, her long tongue extending to lap at your balls while you're still buried in her mouth. Asa watches with genuine admiration.
Yunjin pulls off with a wet gasp and grins. "Talent, baby."
Ning and Chaeyoung work you together next. Chaeyoung on the shaft, Ning sucking your balls into her mouth one at a time, humming against them. Then Shuhua and Asa, Shuhua taking the head while Asa licks the base. Then Somi alone, because Somi doesn't share well, her massive tits pressed against your thighs as she bobs her head with aggressive speed.
Your legs are trembling. The gummy bear you ate before coming to the mall is doing its job. You can feel the pressure building, heavy and dense, your balls tight and aching with the volume they're carrying. Every rotation of mouths pushes you closer. Six different techniques, six different temperatures, six different rhythms. It's sensory overload.
Yunjin can tell you're getting close. She reads your body, the way your stomach muscles tighten, the way your breathing goes shallow. "He's almost there," she announces. "Everyone get in position."
The six of them arrange themselves in a tight semicircle on their knees, faces upturned, close together. Chaeyoung in the center with your glasses still perched on her face. Yunjin and Somi flanking her. Asa, Ning, and Shuhua filling in the gaps. Twelve eyes looking up at you. Six open mouths.
You wrap your fist around your shaft and start stroking. Fast, tight, your hand slick with six girls' spit. "Cum for us," Yunjin says, her tongue extended. "Give your little pornstars everything you've got. I wanna be dripping."
"Cover my face," Ning adds, licking her lips. "I want to taste it again. Give me what you gave me in the car."
Somi tilts her chin up. "Don't you dare miss me."
Chaeyoung just looks at you through your own glasses, her mouth open, waiting. She doesn't need to say anything. The image alone almost sends you over.
"Paint us pretty," Asa says. "All of us. Don't leave anyone out."
Shuhua closes her eyes and tilts her face upward. "I'm ready."
You cum. And the gummy delivers. The first rope hits Chaeyoung across the bridge of your glasses, splattering the lenses, dripping down onto her nose and lips. She gasps and keeps her mouth open, catching the next spurt on her tongue. You angle toward Yunjin and she catches a thick streak across her forehead and cheek, letting it drip down to her chin. She moans, savoring it.
You move to Somi and land a heavy load across her lips and jaw, cum sliding down her neck onto her collarbones and the tops of her breasts. She doesn't flinch. Doesn't blink. Just takes it.
Asa gets the next several spurts. Across her nose, her left cheek, her open mouth. She swallows what lands on her tongue and lets the rest sit on her skin. Ning leans in eagerly and catches a rope from her hairline all the way down to her chin, cum beading on her eyelashes. She licks it from the corner of her mouth and grins. Shuhua receives the final waves, thick streaks landing across her forehead and cheeks. She keeps her eyes closed through it, her lips parted, cum dripping from her jaw onto her bare chest.
And it keeps coming. The gummy turns what should be a normal orgasm into something absurd. You go back through the lineup, adding more to each face. A second coating on Chaeyoung's glasses, now completely opaque with cum. More on Yunjin's neck and tits. Another streak across Somi's parted lips. By the time you're finally spent, shaking, your hand still wrapped around your softening cock, all six of them are glazed. Thoroughly, comprehensively, disgustingly covered.
The store is silent for a moment.
Then Yunjin starts laughing. Then Ning. Then all of them. Chaeyoung takes the glasses off and holds them up, both lenses completely coated, and that sends everyone into hysterics.
"That was unreal," Asa says, wiping cum from her eyebrow. "Genuinely, medically, that shouldn't be possible."
"I told you guys, these gummy bears are straight-up magical. Holy shit,” Yunjin beams, cum dripping off her chin.
Somi examines the mess on her chest with raised eyebrows. "Okay. I take back what I said earlier. His cock is more than 'fine'."
Asa stands up first, grabbing her shirt from the floor. "Okay. This was incredible. But we need to get out of here before sunrise."
Shuhua freezes mid laugh. "How exactly are we getting out of here, by the way?"
Six girls exchange glances. A long, terrible silence.
Asa looks at Yunjin. "Please tell me you planned the exit."
Yunjin blinks. "My plan went as far as the orgy part. I figured we'd improvise after."
Somi turns to Shuhua slowly. "You're supposed to be the smart one. Please tell me you thought about this."
"The idea wasn't even mine!" Shuhua protests. "And if I were truly the smart one in this group, I wouldn't have come here at all. I was driven entirely by lust, which I am not proud of."
Chaeyoung wipes your glasses on the sheet and puts them back on. "I mean, to be fair, every single person here was driven by lust. Not one of us was thinking logically tonight."
Ning sits back on her heels and surveys the scene. Cum on their faces. A mattress stained beyond repair with squirt. A clearly vandalized store.
"This is fantastic. We're stuck in a mall with the evidence of multiple crimes on our bodies and on this three thousand dollar mattress."
Shuhua nods solemnly. "Yeah, we're done for. Roll credits. Little cartoon circle closing in around our faces and everything." She sighs. "'That's all, folks.'”
All six of them turn to look at you. Hopeful. Desperate, even. Ning clasps her hands together. "Please tell me you have an idea."
You look past them toward the back of the store. Storage area. Receiving dock. "The store's on the first floor. There's gotta be a back door for deliveries. Loading area that opens to the outside. And somewhere back there, a spare key or a push bar."
The relief on their faces is instantaneous. Shoulders dropping. Exhales all around. Yunjin throws her arms up. "See? No reason to panic. Everything was under control the entire time. I planned for this."
"You absolutely did not," Shuhua says flatly.
"Details. Minor details." Yunjin stretches her arms above her head and rolls her neck. Then she looks at you with that familiar, dangerous glint. "So. Who wants a second round?"
Chaeyoung sputters. "Now? Here? We literally just figured out how to escape."
"We have time! The back door isn't going anywhere. And neither is his dick." She gestures at you. "Look at him. He's already getting hard again."
She's not wrong. The gummy's still doing its job. Somi glances down, then looks back up at you. "You seriously got another round in you?”
You look at the six of them. Flushed, sweaty, ridiculously attractive. Still hanging around half delirious at two in the morning in a dark mattress store. Somehow this is reality now.
"For you guys," you say, "I think I can power through.”
Asa smirks. Somi rolls her eyes but she's already moving toward you. Yunjin claps once, saying, "Then it's settled. The night continues." She pushes you back onto the mattress and the rest of them follow, six bodies closing in around you, hands and mouths everywhere.
“I said, what’s your name?” you shouted, trying your best to be heard over the blaring music.
She looked confused for a second before shrugging her shoulders, smiling, not caring about anything - but why should she? This was supposed to be one of the most prestigious parties of the year, she was young and cute and somehow found her way in, she should enjoy it.
The way she moved her body was impeccable - she must have some sort of formal training because no average girl knows how to move like she did. Her perfect body control, matching the music, oddly impressive attention to the little movements that just made her so much more appealing to you. Top it all off with the fact that it just looked like she was having a good time, this girl knew how to have a presence.
“You’re really good at this!”
She just smiled, you weren’t entirely sure if she heard you - not that it mattered.
“Come!” she shouted, pulling you by your hand towards the middle of the dance floor, finding a little area with some more space.
This girl knew no embarrassment, not that she had any reason to be, she was unbelievably confident in herself. Her hands were all over you, even though you were just an average dancer, she guided you, made you look like an expert while she did almost all of the work.
A few people started to take notice of her, giving a bit more space while cheering her on. She clearly loved it, a smirk plastered across her face as she knew her skimpy little outfit was flashing her body to the whole room. She was thin, small, petite, yet her thighs were full enough to make you lust for her, to want her, unable to take your eyes off her.
Then she turned around, and for the first time you got a view, a beautiful view, as half of her ass was hanging out of the tiny garment that could barely be called a pair of shorts. You were a bit taken aback, but she didn’t allow you to fester in nerves; She grabbed your hands and placed them on her hips before she pressed backwards, grinding her cute little ass on your crotch.
The jeering from the crowd could barely be heard over the music, but it could be heard nonetheless. The more they cheered her on, the harder she went. At this point pretty much every eye in the room was on the two of you, or rather it felt that way, as the girl was grinding her little ass against you.
Fueled by the attention, the girl pressing her ass into your body bent over at her waist and turned back, looking at you over her shoulder. That seductive smirk of hers made you realize her attention was all you cared about, all these other people were just bystanders. This was your little moment.
She winked like a professional, as if such a thing existed, before she began to twerk her ass up and down on you. The makeshift audience erupted in shouts, everyone watching as the cute girl bounced her backside against you. Her ass was so soft, especially for such a skinny girl, and the little side to side move she did further emphasized how this girl was not an amateur.
The song eventually came to an end, leaving you face to face with the cute girl again as the crowd around you began to dissipate. You still had your hands on her hips gently swaying side to side, both of you smiling to the fullest.
“Wanna take a break?” she asked, communication finally possible as the music calmed down.
“I’d love to,” you answered as she began to guide you through the room towards the bar.
“You’re pretty good at dancing!” she complimented, flagging down the bartender.
“Me? Are you kidding, you’re the one who looked like a damn pro out there!”
“I have some practice,” she giggled as the bartender walked up.
“It’s a pleasure to serve you,” he said respectfully. “What can I get for you, and of course it’s on the house.”
“Thanks!” she said cheerily before turning to you. “What do you drink?”
“I’m good with whatever you’re having,” you answered, slightly taken aback at how the bartender greeted her.
“Whisky please! Something nice.”
“You got it, I have the perfect bottle in the back for you,” the bartender replied before quickly scurrying away.
“Huh, didn’t chalk you as a whisky girl,” you said, leaning against the bar. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?”
“What, do you think I’m cool because I drink whisky?” she chuckled, leaning next to you.
“I’d think you’re cool even if you got us some cosmos.”
She smiled brightly at you, her eyes squinted in the most adorable endearing way.
“By the way, what’s your name?” you asked as the bartender returned with the drinks.
The girl picked up the two glasses and handed you one.
“Lisa.”
—
“Oh my God just look at her, she has the whole room gawking at her.”
“They’d be gawking at you, too,” Jennie replied casually, sipping on her vodka cranberry. “These rich execs are all so horny, you could just stand up there and you’d have like six guys on you.”
“I don’t want six guys, I’ll leave that shit to you,” Rosé scoffed, her attention fixated on a booth across the room. “Just one.”
“No need to be so defensive,” Jennie slurred, clearly tipsy, as she wrapped her arm around the bitter girl. “You should go for it, he has a huge cock.”
“You’ve already been with him?” Rosé spat, glaring at Jennie in disgust.
“Please, I’ve sucked more than half the cocks in this room,” Jennie laughed, leaning back again on the couch while stirring her drink with the little plastic straw. “Let’s not forget how many years it's been.”
“Don’t worry, none of us forgot how quickly you became a slut,” Rosé muttered, her eyes once again locked on the man.
“Oh stop being such a bitch about it,” Jennie rolled her eyes, tossing a keycard on the table in front of Rosé. “Go take him to the suite, you’re just as much of a slut as I am at this point.”
“That would be impossible, no one is as slutty as you,” Rosé fired back.
“Oh really?” Jennie raised her eyebrows. “Oh oppa, thank you so much for the song!” Jennie mocked her voice before pretending to gag on a cock. “Oppa I’ve never sucked a cock this big before.”
“That was one time!” Rosé argued.
“Oh oppa thank you for the ride,” Jennie continued, once again making gagging noises. “Thank you for lunch oppa!”
“How did you know-”
“Oh oppa I ruined my new dress, I need to be spanked.”
Rosé snatched the keycard off the table, glaring at Jennie for a moment before the two of them broke down and started laughing. Rosé leaned over and gave her a quick hug before standing up and grabbing her bag.
“I’m going to have to talk to our staff about kissing and telling,” Rosé whined playfully.
“It’s not their fault, I basically forced them to tell me,” Jennie laughed, leaning back into her seat.
“You sure you don’t need it?” Rosé asked, holding up the card.
“Half the execs here would suck my cock if I had one, I’ll just get another one if I need it,” Jennie replied nonchalantly. “Go have your fun, I wasn’t joking about him having a huge cock.”
“Thanks,” Rosé said excitedly, waving goodbye. “I’ll meet you two in our room later tonight!”
“Yeah, if you ever stop getting dicked by him,” Jennie laughed as Rosé rushed off.
It only took probably three minutes before Rosé had snuck off with the man.
“Why’re you so down?” Jennie asked casually. “We’re just fucking around, coming to one of these doesn’t actually make you a slut.”
Jisoo bit her lip, looking around the room, stirring the little plastic straw of her barely-touched drink.
“Hey, come on, it’s basically just a formality for you to be here,” Jennie continued. “You’re allowed to have some fun.”
“I don’t know if this is for me…” Jisoo mumbled. “I might just head back.”
“I told you, I’ll do that stuff for you, you just have to be in the room,” Jennie tried to reassure her while sending one of the waiters a silent message. “Please, stay.”
“Why are you even doing this for me?” Jisoo asked quietly. “You didn’t do it for the others.”
“Because those two are already huge sluts,” Jennie chuckled briefly before abruptly becoming serious. “I’m kidding!”
“So why, what makes me so special?” Jisoo demanded, putting the glass down, about to spill tears.
“I just… it’s not that big of a deal for me, and I want to help you out,” Jennie answered as the waiter approached the table with four shots of tequila. “Also I know they’ll never give you your solo if you don’t make an appearance.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Trust me Jisoo, I do,” Jennie sighed. “Rosie and Lisa were the same, at first they also didn’t believe me, and look how long they waited.”
“You don’t…”
“Jisoo, please, it hurts me knowing you’re the only one left,” Jennie begged, grabbing Jisoo’s hands and staring earnestly into her eyes. “You deserve this, one night and then you’ll get everything you deserve.”
“One night…” Jisoo whispered, a dead look penetrating deep within her pupils.
“It’s really not as bad as it sounds,” Jennie attempted to bargain. “It’s actually a lot of fun, and I’ll be the one actually doing everything. You literally just have to sit there and look pretty, at most you’ll strip down a bit.”
She nodded slowly, finally accepting her fate. Jennie, ecstatic as could be, quickly grabbed two of the shots and held one out to Jisoo. After staring at it, hesitating, she accepted the drink.
“To the final solo!” Jennie cheered, holding the glass up before the two of them downed the drinks simultaneously.
“I still hate tequila,” Jisoo shuddered, slamming the glass down on the table.
“Good thing I got us two each then.”
—
“Holy shit, why is your room so nice,” you marveled at the luxurious suite. “And how many people are staying in here?”
“Four of us,” Lisa mumbled as she made her way over to the minifridge, stumbling slightly. “What do you want… to drink…?”
“Whoa there Lisa,” you quickly ran up behind her, grabbing her by her armpits to hold her up. “I think maybe we slow down on the alcohol, just for a bit.”
The two of you had spent far too long drinking downstairs. You were finding out a lot about her, and the bond the two of you seemed to naturally have felt unreal. Never before has a girl had this type of effect on you, it felt like she might be something special. Despite talking for so long, there was still so much you didn’t know about her.
“Why!” she whined, putting all of her weight on your arms as she craned her neck to look up at you. “I’m not… drunk…”
“Right, not drunk,” you agreed with her as she slowly fell down to the ground, sitting there giggling.
“I’m not drunk!” she giggled while on her knees.
“Yeah, I got that, you’re not drunk.”
“You think I’m drunk, don’t you?” she asked, her voice suddenly becoming unexpectedly dispirited.
“No no, really, I believe you,” you lied, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Do you want to come on the bed for a bit?”
“No,” she replied softly. “Can we hold hands?”
“Uh, yeah of course,” you said, taking her outstretched hand in yours. It was odd, having her sitting on the floor next to the bed, but it was also somewhat wholesome in a way. “So, Lisa, are you a celebrity or something?”
“Do you really not know?” she asked slowly, as if each word required immense mindpower to get out. “I figured everyone knew.”
“I’m sorry-”
“I’m part of Blackpink!” she said cheerily, letting go of your hand turning to face you, sitting cross-legged. “Have you heard of us?”
“Oh umm, yeah I think I’ve heard of you guys.”
“Liar,” she laughed, leaning back on her hands.
“No really, that name sounds familiar!” you argued, racking your brain trying to remember.
“If you knew, you’d know.”
The name did sound familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It was mentioned by your boss, something about tonight?
“Can I suck your cock?”
Your train of thought immediately crashed; Surely you misheard her. There was no way she actually just said what you think she said.
“Sorry, what was that?”
She got up onto her knees and crawled towards you, reaching for your crotch.
“Whoa,” you quickly grabbed her hands. “What are you doing?”
“I want to suck your cock,” she said casually, trying to pull down your pants. “I’m really good at it, I promise.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” you hesitated, trying to hold her back.
“Why?” she snapped, suddenly extremely ferocious. “Do you still think I’m drunk?”
“No!” you lied again, trying to make sense of the situation you got yourself into.
“Am I not pretty enough?” she asked, her anger replaced by sorrow.
“No, that’s definitely not the issue.”
“I’m not drunk,” she pouted, looking like she was about to burst into tears.
“I’m not saying you’re drunk,” you attempted to cheer her up. “I’m just saying-”
“Let me suck your cock or else I’m going to find another man,” she growled, her eyes full of rage, but then just as quickly as she got angry she flipped the switch again and began smiling at you sweetly. “Please!”
This girl was insane, but she was so unbelievably cute that your tipsy self decided fuck it, might as well go with it. How could you refuse her when she was literally on her knees begging, and you were pretty sure she wasn’t making empty threats when she said she’d just find another cock to suck. Why should someone else get the pleasure anyway?
“Fine, if you really want to,” you sighed, as if you were doing her a favor.
“Oh please,” she scoffed, enthusiastically undoing your belt. “I can see how hard you are, stop playing games.”
“Of course I am, you’re fucking gorgeous,” you replied.
She looked up at you with her hands on your waistband. Her smile was so pure and precious, she was adorable, sitting there on her knees. That soft smile she flashed at you, it almost felt like you were falling for her in this moment - or perhaps you were more inebriated than you realized.
“Can you hold my hair?” she asked, snapping you out of the wholesome thoughts as she yanked down your pants.
“Sure- ahhh,” you cried quietly out as her mouth immediately plunged down your cock.
She wasted no time at all, within just seconds she was bobbing her head down your cock. There was no doubt in your mind that this girl had sucked a few cocks in her days, that much was painfully clear based on how she moved, and her experience just made it that much better for you. You quickly bunched her hair up in your fist, making sure you could clearly see her cute face as she thoroughly coated your shaft with her saliva.
“Holy shit Lisa,” you moaned softly. “You don’t mess around.”
No response, just continuous shoving of your cock down her throat. She started going deeper and deeper, you began to feel your tip poking against the tightness of her throat each time she plunged downwards. She was focused, extremely precise yet still sloppy - perhaps she wasn’t as drunk as you thought.
Most girls started slowly, maybe lick around a bit, a few kisses here and there. Lisa, however, was not like most girls. She was hungry, and apparently only your cock could feed that appetite. There was zero apprehension, she eagerly sucked your cock, her pretty little face completely stuffed, and she liked it.
“Does that feel good?” she asked as her lips flew off your cock, replaced by her hand. She stroked your length, spreading the saliva from her throat along your shaft as she shoved her face against your balls, licking them with all the passion in the world.
“Yeah Lisa, it feels good,” you moaned, closing your eyes. “Really fucking good.”
The touch of her hand disappeared from your shaft, as did her tongue from your balls. Then, suddenly, your cock was engulfed in a warm tightness. Your eyes shot open to see Lisa’s lips pressed against your crotch, your cock all the way down her tight little throat. She held her face there, staring up at you the entire time - apparently this girl didn’t know the meaning of gag reflex.
“Mmmmmphmmmph,” she moaned with her mouth stuffed full of your cock, her lips moving up and down your length slowly. She had absolutely no difficulty throating your whole cock, and she even seemed to enjoy it as she repeatedly brought her lips down all the way.
The back of her throat was opening up comfortably for you, offering very little resistance while it still squeezed your cock. You were throbbing. She was just so beautiful, her cute little face partially shielded by her bangs, that grip you had on her hair that made you feel in control - but let there be no mistake, she was in control.
Lisa had you under her spell, using her mouth to satisfy every need your mind and body could possibly have. She began bobbing up and down quickly, this time bringing one fist to the base of your cock to join her mouth’s movements. Her other hand firmly gripped your balls, but very gently rubbed them around. Her hand was so soft, her slender fingers massaging your cock from every angle.
“You’re going to make me cum,” you moaned softly, bringing your other hand up to her hair as well. With two hands grabbing her head, you could feel yourself nearing climax.
She wouldn’t let up. Knowing that you were about to come didn’t dissuade her at all, she continued to suck your cock with her exuberant passion. Lisa moved both of her hands onto your thighs, sitting up a bit more, and began throating your cock as fast as possible.
Her new leverage offered so much more control as she slammed her lips into your body with power, with burning passion. Each time her mouth bobbed down on your cock, you felt yourself get just a bit closer to the point of no return. She began to thrust her mouth hard, using a lot more power with each one, holding your cock down her throat for a moment each time she went down.
Grunting and moaning, you finally hit the wall. Those couple of seconds where you had hit your climax, right before your cock began unloading, those couple of seconds lasted an eternity. Time might have frozen entirely, not that you would have noticed. The warmth of her mouth around your cock felt divine, unreal, out of this world. Reality smacked you in the face just like that, your release began to fill her mouth.
Shot after shot of your cum flew down her throat, and she didn’t even flinch. You knew that you were filling her mouth just by feeling alone, but confirmation arrived swiftly as the white goo began to spill out of the sides of her lips. She didn’t care one bit as she held her mouth glued to your cock, even as your cum overflowed.
With a mouth full of your cum, she throated your cock a final few times, leaving the white mess all over your shaft, before removing you from her mouth. A hefty glob spilled before she could tilt her head back, mouth wide open to show you the white pool of your seed coating her tongue. She closed her mouth, gulped without any hesitation, and then smiled brightly at you.
“What the fuck Lisa,” you moaned, falling onto your back and staring at the roof. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Told you I was good at it,” she bragged before her tongue returned to your body, licking up any remnants of cum off your cock. “Your cum tastes so good.”
“I think I love you,” you moaned as her tongue poked at your tip, greedily trying to coerce some more out of your body, sending shivers up your spine.
“I get that a lot,” she giggled before standing up and laying down on top of you, her face on your chest. “Could a drunk girl really do that?”
“You’re not drunk,” you whispered absentmindedly, still recovering from the blowjob as you squeezed her butt.
“So, how long do you need before you are ready to fuck me?” she asked casually. “It’s only nine, the night is young.”
“It’s nine?” you gasped, quickly returning to your senses.
“Yeah, why?” she asked, her hand rubbing your thigh.
“Lisa, I hate to ruin the mood, but I have to leave,” you informed her remorsefully.
The rubbing ceased abruptly, but she refused to look up at you, letting only one word fill the room; That one word wasn’t one of anger, or frustration, but rather it was filled to the brim with heartbreak.
“Why?”
“They do this thing, a sort of hazing, I don’t really have a choice,” you explained. “It shouldn’t take too long, I can come right back after.”
“I just asked you to fuck me, and you’re leaving?”
“I know and I wish I didn’t have to, but I’d lose my job if I didn’t show up.”
“Am I not worth losing your job?”
“Lisa…”
“Forget it, I know how these things work, it’s not my first time at one of these parties,” she sighed.
“I really want to stay, but I just can’t,” you said with exasperation.
“That’s what they always say,” she said quietly. “I fall for it every time.”
“Fall for what?”
“All you guys are the same, coming here all dressed up pretending you want to get to know me and all that bullshit just to fuck me and leave,” she sniffled, failing to hide her emotions. “This is why I don’t bother getting invested.”
“It’s not like that,” you tried to explain.
“It’s fine, just go,” she snapped, rolling off and turning away from you. “There are a hundred men just like you downstairs who can fuck me instead.”
“Lisa, I promise I’ll come back,” you argued, reaching for her shoulder.
“What kind of hazing is this anyway?” she snapped again, her whole body jerking away at your touch. “What exactly do you have to do?”
“They didn’t give me details,” you answered carefully. “I promise I’ll come back after, if you let me.”
She turned around to face you again, her eyes welling up; She looked so incredibly vulnerable right now, full of emotion, and you felt terrible knowing you caused this. You never wanted to hurt this girl, she was adorable in the best of ways.
“Don’t make empty promises, you’re the first guy I’ve met at one of these who…” she muttered quietly. “As soon as you’re done, alright?”
“As soon as I’m done,” you repeated.
“I’ll be waiting here,” she continued. “I’m not heading back out there, I’m going to wait here. Waiting for you.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” you whispered before hesitating.
You wanted to kiss her, she looked too cute, yet despite her sucking the life out of your cock just a few moments ago, you were being shy. Why did it take so much courage? You had no idea, but you mustered up that conviction and went for it, hoping for the best.
—
The club was just as rowdy now as it was when you were here with Lisa earlier. If anything, it was even more full of energy now as you went deeper into the night. You maneuvered around the edge of the room, noticing far more audacious activity going on in the booths. Not that it shocked you, these booths were reserved for the more prestigious members of the event.
After walking past a dozen or so blowjobs, some more subtle than others, you noticed the balcony your company reserved was full of people. You had access, and part of you wanted to see what was going on, but instead you focused on getting over with your little adventure - you wanted to return to Lisa as soon as possible.
It was as you continued making your way towards your meeting spot that you noticed what was happening on the balcony. There was a girl, she must have been popular because there was a literal crowd watching as a man picked her up. You only got flashes of what was going on through the mass of bodies, but you filled in the blanks as you saw two guys holding her up between them.
“Crazy shit right?”
You turned to see a man wearing half a mask sitting in a booth, watching you.
“Yeah, she must be someone special,” you replied casually, taking a seat in the booth. There were two other guys also at the booth who nodded at you as you sat, but they were very much preoccupied by two skimpily dressed girls. “Where are the masks?”
“She is, but we get to work with someone just as special,” the masked man said while handing you one of your own - a bunny mask. “Apparently earlier she was also there,” he continued while nodding at the balcony. “Guess one of the execs really wanted her for himself.”
“Yeah I don’t think she’s being very exclusive up there,” you commented as the bodies parted for a brief moment, giving you a view of the girl bent over getting spit roasted. “Kinda looks like it was her idea.”
“You’re probably right,” he laughed. “She’s definitely the biggest slut in the group.”
The group of you sat there for a bit, watching the scenes unfold around you. Random girls kept walking up to your booth, knowing that anyone with a booth would have some relevance. The masked guy you were talking to now also had a girl on his lap and another between his legs. You had been refusing every girl who offered to join you - Lisa was the only girl on your mind right now.
“Alright who’s next,” an extremely burly man asked while walking up to the table. “Looks like you’re new,” he added, looking at you.
“I’d go another round,” one of the other guys in the booth piped up.
“Get yourself another promotion and then you can join them up there,” the bodyguard laughed before turning to you. “Come on, I think you’re the last one.”
You stood up and followed him out of the club and down a hallway. There were a few other masked guys in the hallway which you walked past, knowing that they all had some level of power in their respective companies if they were here.
“She doesn’t look as enthusiastic as some of the others,” the bodyguard commented while walking you towards a door. “Did they explain how it works?”
“Not exactly,” you replied, your mind still preoccupied with Lisa.
“It’s just a facial,” he explained. “Touch her as much as she lets you, if you want to fuck her then you have to convince her yourself. Do whatever you want as long as she is fine with it. She is allowed to stop whenever she wants. If she says stop, listen to her.”
“Got it.”
“There’s a camera in there, take a picture of it after you’re done,” he continued, holding the doorknob. “Take as long as you want, go a couple of rounds if she lets you, just make sure you take at least one money shot picture, got it?”
“Yeah, got it,” you answered, Lisa finally slipping from your mind as the bodyguard began to open the door.
Immediately inside there was a little curtain which you walked through, just to be greeted with another one. Behind you, the bodyguard closed the door as you walked through the second curtain into a large, luxurious room. There were bookshelves up to the roof, a large table, a number of big couches, some nice chairs, but the middle of the room was where your attention went.
On a king size bed sat one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen in your life, wearing nothing but a pair of floral purple underwear. She was the type of girl who could have the whole room’s attention by just breathing. It was your job to coat her face in your cum, this would be an absolute dream come true if it weren’t for one little issue - she was crying.
“Excuse me,” you said softly, trying not to startle her.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, quickly turning away from you and furiously wiping her face. “I didn’t know you were ready.”
“Don’t apologize, take a second and then we can talk,” you said while walking over to the table and picking up the camera.
Your jaw dropped as you looked at the picture preview. There were at least nine pictures, unique pictures, of this girl with her face coated. Your heart sank, and you didn’t have it in you to scroll and see how many there were in total.
“Okay, I’m ready,” the girl sniffled, turning back to face you. “I’m really sorry about that, please don’t tell them.”
“I’m not going to say anything,” you tried to calm the frantic girl down. You carefully took a seat on the bed next to her, purposefully not staring at her almost-nude body. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she stammered as she moved closer to you. “Is my hand fine or would you like me to use my mouth?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked nervously, unable to get past the image of what this beautiful girl had been through so far tonight.
“I have to do this!” she replied with a raised voice before immediately apologizing again. “Please, I didn’t mean it.”
“How about we first start with this,” you said while reaching up and grabbing one of the pillows from the top of the bed. You placed it on her lap, returning just a touch of her dignity. “What’s your name?”
She looked at you in pure astonishment, as if you were some kind of alien.
“Jisoo,” she muttered, her eyes still wide open.
“Tell me about yourself, Jisoo.”
“I’m…” she paused, her eyes twinkling in the dim light of the room. “I’m a singer.”
“And how does a singer end up in this kind of… situation?” you asked, trying to make sense of it all.
“I… volunteered,” she said quietly, her lower lip trembling in your periphery. You turned to look her directly in the eyes, those eyes which were quickly filling with tears when she suddenly started crying again. “It’s the only way,” she sobbed, burying her face in her hands.
“Jisoo, I’m not going to force you to do anything,” you said softly while patting her back. “It’s not too late to stop all of this.”
“I’ve come this far,” she muttered, wiping her eyes carefully with her fingers, trying not to further damage her makeup. “I can’t stop now.”
It was difficult for you, but you also knew how these things worked. If you refused to comply, she would most likely get blamed, revoking whatever rewards she was working towards. The rows of facials on the camera flashed before your eyes as you stared at her, you didn’t have it in you to be the reason she failed tonight.
“Alright,” you sighed. “Just the hand is fine.”
Her jaw dropped in shock - you immediately realized you were probably the first person tonight who refused the blowjob. That at least made you feel a little better, making you the best of the worst for this girl. She got over the surprise after a couple of seconds and wrapped her arms around your body, slowly tugging down your pants.
“You’re the first one,” she confirmed as you lifted yourself just enough for her to remove your pants. “Touch me as much as you want, just promise you’ll warn me before…”
“Of course,” you replied, keeping your hands off her.
Tenderly, she wrapped her fingers around your shaft. She moved slowly, painfully slowly at first, getting used to the details of your cock. With how the two of you were seated, you had a perfect view of Jisoo’s little cleavage, with a backdrop of her thighs.
“Do you like it faster or slower?” she whispered, lifting her face towards you while her hand pumped a bit quicker.
“Faster,” you replied, glancing at your cock to see her hand steadily stroking away.
It’s not that she was bad at it, but you could tell something was missing. She was nervous, apprehensive - almost as if she was scared to touch you. Making her comfortable became your goal, the question was just how?
“Stop me whenever,” you whispered softly into her face before placing your hand on her thigh.
Inch by inch, you moved up her leg, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. Your gaze was deep, looking directly into the retinas of her gorgeous eyes as they sparkled, still slightly dewy from earlier. Your hand eventually made it right up to her purple panties where you paused.
Jisoo’s hand also briefly stopped pumping, but after a couple of blinks, fluttering of her eyes, she resumed her handjob, slower now. You slid your hand up some more, rubbing just above her nether region. Slowly, giving her every opportunity in the world to stop you, you slipped your fingers into her underwear.
She exhaled sharply out of her nose, her hand involuntarily pumping your cock faster, as your fingers made contact with her pussy. You moved your hand a bit lower until you had three fingers pressed against her clit. Your fingers began rubbing in a circular motion, pushing her to release a moan from time to time.
Her eyebrows began to angle upwards, those beautiful features of her face gently contorting in pleasure as you toyed with her. The faster you rubbed her, the faster her own hand moved, in a way giving you control over everything.
Your fingers began to steadily collect her liquids, lessening the friction of her body as you rubbed her pussy even faster. You could feel her breaths hitting your face now, her pretty winces, eyes shut tight. She was really getting into it.
Then you pressed a little bit lower down her body, two fingers rubbing up and down while your middle finger toyed with the idea of entering her pussy. She gasped, eyes shooting open as your finger teased her hole. Those deep breaths of hers turned into sharp grunts as your fingers touched her without regard.
You ran your middle finger over her entrance again before pulling your hand back up, returning to her clit - you had no intention of inserting. She looked relieved, or perhaps she was just overcome with pleasure, it was hard to tell anymore. One thing that was easy to tell, however, was how much wetter her pussy was now.
She was definitely getting close, and her grip on your cock began to falter. She was still trying her best, but it was clear her own pleasure was taking precedence over yours - which you were completely fine with. You rubbed circles around her clit some more, just like you did when you first started touching her, but this time you were far more aggressive.
Making her cum became your drive as she squirmed, panting and grunting. She was as close as she could physically be to her limit, it would just take a little bit more on your end. With her pussy flowing all over your fingers, you decided to keep your movements steady, not switching anything up anymore.
Her hand was barely holding onto your cock at this point, and stroking was a long forgotten act. You could physically feel her orgasm coming. Suddenly, it shot through her body, the initial waves forcing her into a frenzy of writhing as her thighs clamped down on your arm.
“Ahhhh,” she cried, her eyes wide open but not seeing anything.
She began to moan - loudly - as her body thrashed around on the bed. She came all over your fingers, her purple panties completely soiled. Crying out, her body jerked backwards, and she lay there with her back on the bed, slowly trying to control her breathing. You watched her chest heave up and down until eventually her legs relaxed enough to let you slip your hand out from between them.
“You’re the best,” she moaned, voice breathy, as you lay down on your side next to her. Her eyes were leaking, not from despair like earlier, but from pleasure. She took a couple of minutes to just recover until her breathing finally calmed down. “Now, let’s get back to what you’re here for.”
“If you insist,” you said with a smile as she climbed on top of your body.
“Can I use my mouth?” she asked softly.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Please, out of all the men I’ve…” she said before pausing, the pain in her face showing for a second before she continued. “You’re the first one who I actually want… the first one who deserves it.”
With both of your hands, you held her face and kissed her passionately. At first she was hesitant - perhaps from the shock of your confidence - however, it wasn’t long before she accepted the kiss. Not only accepted it, but returned it. This level of passion should be impossible from such a short time together, yet for some reason Jisoo felt different. For some reason, you felt like you had known her for years, and kissing her just felt right.
“Forget all those other men,” you whispered into her face, holding your mouth right in front of her. “You did what you had to do, tonight doesn’t define you.”
“Then let me do things I shouldn’t do,” she whispered, running her fingers down your chest while sliding down between your legs.
After contemplating it for a second, you agreed, leaning back on the bed and pushing your crotch forward. She smiled bright, her eyes squinted again, it was extremely cute, but cute wouldn’t be an apt description of what was to follow as she moved her face over your lap.
Admittedly, she lacked the skill of Lisa, but Jisoo’s touch was so tender that it made up for her lack of experience; You had to ignore the sharp tinge of guilt you felt, thinking about Lisa, reminding yourself this was something you had to do for your career.
Jisoo wasn’t just trying to get you off; She was making love to your cock with her mouth. It wasn’t a lusty blowjob, it felt like she was your partner. Ridiculous, obviously, as you had just met her, yet for some reason she made you comfortable, just like Lisa did.
“That feels so good,” you moaned, reaching your hand onto her shoulder and massaging it gently while you placed a pillow below your head, making it easier to watch her work. “You deserve the best, Jisoo, you are the best.”
Her inner pride must have ignited because her lips began moving just a bit faster, pressing down just a bit harder, and her mouth became just a bit wetter. She must love the praise, you were probably the first man tonight to actually appreciate her efforts.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” you groaned softly. “The prettiest girl in this whole club, maybe in the whole world.”
Perhaps it was part of your imagination, but you could have sworn you saw the corners of her lips curl up in the most subtle smile possible - all that was allowed while you had your shaft in her mouth.
“There’s no face more perfect,” you whispered, pushing the few strands of her hair that fell forward behind her ear again. “The perfect canvas.”
She released your cock with a gasp, breathing heavily, staring seductively up at you.
“Cover my face,” she whispered as she jerked you off, her hand moving twice as fast as before. “Please cum on my face.”
The dichotomy of her pretty face and her filthy words drove you insane. A girl this pretty had no right begging to have her face coated in cum, her face was one for magazines and photoshoots, not one to be used as a target for your orgasm.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you moaned as she once again brought her mouth to your cock. “Just a bit more.”
No rest, no complaints, she put in the effort, and you body appreciated it. Getting sucked off was one thing, getting sucked off by a girl who wanted to was a whole different experience. Jisoo, falling into the latter category, felt phenomenal with her lips hugging your cock warmly.
Watching her orgasm earlier had primed your body, alongside the fact that one of the prettiest girls you have ever seen had your cock in her mouth, and you could feel yourself dangerously close. You had to remind yourself of your goal here as a fleeting thought flashed through your mind: If you finished in her mouth, you’d get another round with her.
Not to Jisoo, though, you simply did not have it in you. She was special, and the way she was sucking your cock made it seem like the feelings were mutual - or you were being delusional because you were about to cum. Either way, you reached down with your hands until she got the hint and grabbed on.
She locked eyes with you, her fingers intertwined with yours, her lips pouted on your cock, and her face bobbing up and down. A few strands of her hair blocked her gorgeous face partially, but she couldn’t look prettier if she tried. Your cock was heating up, about to release into her mouth, when you let go of her hands.
“I’m-” you moaned, luckily that was enough of a heads up for her.
Jisoo gave you a final few hefty pumps, squeezing your cock tightly with her lips, before pulling back. She slid down your body until she fell off the bed and onto her knees. You quickly picked yourself up, standing right in front of her.
Cock in hand, you brushed her hair out of her face and behind her ears, stroking yourself right in front of the unrealistically beautiful girl. She was looking up in anticipation, chin up, eyes ready to shut as soon as the first streak landed.
She did just that. After a violent recoil from the first gush of cum landing on her upper lip, she shut her eyes tight and held her face steady. It didn’t look like she particularly enjoyed it, but she remained fixed in front of your cock, accepting each and every pump of your cum onto her face. She was beautiful before, but having your seed plastered across her nose and lips made her look so much better.
With cum all over her mouth and nose, your final, less forceful, spurts dripped down onto her chin. She moved her face forward slightly, catching it all, not wanting to waste a drop. Once your cock stopped pulsing in your hand, you squeezed from your base, adding the remaining cum to the pool on her mouth.
“Camera,” she mumbled, holding her face up in an attempt to hold all the cum before it spilled.
You quickly rushed over, grabbing the camera and snapping a picture of her. After carefully placing the device aside, you crouched down next to her and put your hand on her back. For a few minutes the two of you simply sat there, taking in the events of what just happened. You met an unrealistically beautiful girl, and now she was sitting next to you with your cum plastered all over her face, dripping down onto her thighs.
“I don’t quite know what to say.”
“If you wanna be like the others, this is when you start begging to have sex with me,” she laughed, the pain in her voice sneaking through again.
“I’m really sorry you had to go through this,” you said, gently rubbing her back. “Is there anything else I can do to help?”
“No,” she answered softly. “Thank you, for being the most tolerable one tonight.”
“Thank you for…” you replied. “Yeah…”
It was a relief that she still had the ability to laugh after the events of the night, especially since her laugh was so endearing. You hoped she would succeed in achieving whatever goal she was pursuing given how diligently she worked tonight, it wouldn’t be fair to deny her now.
“Well, I should probably get going,” you said awkwardly. “There’s actually a girl waiting for me.”
“Girlfriend?”
“No, I met her tonight.”
You received a judgmental glance from Jisoo.
“She’s not that type of girl,” you defended yourself. “I really like her.”
“Then I hope you two have a lovely night,” she said with a chuckle while wiping her face on the bed sheets. “Sorry that you had to do this, maybe don’t tell her about it.”
“You, too,” you replied, leaning in for a hug. “I’m glad we met, even if the circumstances were a bit… weird.”
“Can I ask one thing before you go?”
“Anything.”
“Do you mind taking off the mask?” she said shyly. “I know you’re not supposed to, but-”
“Here,” you silenced her, lifting the half-mask up and smiling. “Now you know I’m a real person.”
“Oh there was no doubt about that,” Jisoo laughed. “Your cum felt very real.”
“I hope we meet again one day, under different circumstances,” you said finally before standing up.
“Me as well.”
After leaving the room, you met the guard from earlier in the hallway as well as two others.
“Just head back to the booth and sit tight while we check on her,” he instructed as two other men walked into the room.
“Sorry, but would it be possible for me to head out?” you asked, once again thinking about Lisa waiting for you.
“Not just yet, might need you for the finale,” he replied. “You definitely don’t want to miss that one, if you get picked you get a hefty reward.”
—
“My God she is such a slut.”
“Come on boys, why is my throat so empty?” Jennie asked the crowd of suited executives around her. “It’s almost like you don’t even want to fuck me.”
A rush of bodies began shuffling around, trying to get closer to her, begging to be picked - begging for a turn with her. Jennie knew there was a never-ending supply of cock for her to take, she just loved seeing how badly they wanted her. It turned her on like nothing else knowing these men would do anything to put their cocks inside her.
“No one? Are we done, then?” she teased as a few of the men stroked themselves in front of her nude body. She leaned back on the beanbag she was seated on, lifting her legs wide for everyone to see. “No one? I kinda want my asshole filled up again, can’t anyone do that for me?”
“Please Miss Jennie!” one of the men shouted, dropping to his knees in front of her with his head down.
Jennie pressed her foot against his forehead, pushing it upwards so that he was looking at her in the eyes.
“Are you going to fuck my little asshole?” she asked while sliding her foot around his mouth.
“Yes, Miss Jennie, if you’ll allow it,” the man begged as the crowd began laughing. Even though they were laughing, most of them were secretly wishing to be in his position right now, jealous that he had the nerve to act.
“But my little asshole is still so full of cum from the last person,” Jennie whined frivolously while turning around onto her hands and knees, looking back at the man over her shoulder while spreading her ass for him. “Can you at least clean it up first?”
The man didn’t hesitate for even a second before shoving his face between Jennie’s cheeks, not caring at all about how filthy the act truly was. The crowd was cheering, a few of the men were moving closer to Jennie in hopes that she would pick a couple more of them. They all knew Jennie was rarely satisfied with just one cock in her - at least that’s what the last hour or so would indicate.
They were right, Jennie beckoned for a few of the men who had their cocks out to move closer. She effortlessly took one in each hand, and a third into her mouth, all while the first man was still eating her ass out. Her face bobbed back and forth aggressively, random drops of cum from earlier falling off various bits of her body.
“Miss Jennie, you’re requested downstairs.”
Jennie released the cock from her mouth and turned to see a trio of bodyguards in front of the crowd.
“What happened?” she asked, still stroking the two cocks in her hands. “What’s so important that you’re ruining my fun?”
“Miss Jisoo is ready for part three, the finale.”
“Part three? I thought she was done already?” Jennie asked with her eyes wide open, her hands releasing the cocks. “What was part two?” she demanded, angrily pushing the man licking her asshole away as she stood up and grabbed her long coat.
“Facial train,” the bodyguard answered, motioning to one of the other guards to collect Jennie’s clothes before following Jennie as she hurried towards Jisoo’s room.
“She did a facial train?” Jennie gasped, speeding up her pace. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“We thought you knew,” the bodyguard said, speeding up as well to keep up.
“No I didn’t fucking know!” Jennie screamed, basically running at this point.
She slammed the door behind her as she pushed past the man guarding the door to enter the room. Jisoo was inside, sharing a bed with a man.
—
“She chose you,” the bodyguard explained as you followed him back to Jisoo’s room. “She didn’t even hesitate, you were the only one she even considered.”
“What do I have to do now?” you asked while following.
“The instructions are written here,” he said while handing you an envelope. “I don’t think she knows yet, so you’ll be the one to tell her.”
“Thanks, I guess,” you said as you approached the door.
“Hey, you’re an insanely lucky man,” the bodyguard said, turning to you. “Ignoring the fact that you’re going to be fast-tracked for a promotion thanks to her picking you, you also get to be with one of the prettiest girls at this entire party. Do you have any idea how long the regulars have been waiting for her to finally come?”
“No, this is actually my first one as well,” you replied.
“First… you seriously are the luckiest son of a bitch in this whole building,” he laughed. “Alright, go treat her well, she obviously took some sort of liking to you.”
Hesitantly, you walked into the room, past the curtains where you found Jisoo sitting on one of the couches wearing a purple bathrobe. In her hand she held a little makeup kit, applying mascara to her bare, just-showered face.
“Hey,” you announced as you approached her.
“Hey,” she replied back, flashing you a very short smile, somewhat awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I know you said you had a girl waiting, but when they asked me… I didn’t know who else…”
“It’s fine,” you quickly said while rushing to her side as soon as you noticed she was about to break down again. “Don’t worry about that, let’s just get you through this, alright?”
She looked up at you and smiled warmly, her eyes leaking down her cheeks. You reached up with your sleeve and wiped her face before holding up the envelope.
“Do you want to read it together?”
“Read it to me,” she said quietly. “If you don’t mind.”
“Absolutely,” you said softly while taking a seat next to her and opening the envelope. “Dear Miss Jisoo, if you’ve made it this far that means you have done an amazing job. You’re almost done now, there’s only one final request if you would be so kind to cooperate. You’ve surely already picked your favorite participant from part two by now, and for part three you and your chosen will…”
“Will what?” Jisoo asked as you paused. “What does it say?”
“You and your chosen will also be recording a…” you hesitated again. “Jisoo, remember you can stop this at any time, you do not have to go through with it.”
“Recording a what?” she demanded despite already knowing the answer, tears forming in her eyes again.
“Furthermore, if your chosen is unable to produce a video up to our standard, we will provide a replacement. You have our sincerest assurance that the video will never leak, it will be exclusively for company use,” you quickly finished the letter, skipping the line.
“They’re all going to watch me get…” Jisoo’s voice faltered.
“We don’t have to do this,” you replied, empathy filling every fiber of your being. “I’ll be here for you, I’ll support whatever decision you make.”
“You’ll also get a huge promotion for doing this,” she mumbled, her eyes glued to the floor.
“Forget about what I get, this is about you.”
She looked up at you with a face full of emotion - appreciation, maybe?
“I’ve never…” she whispered, nervousness dripping out of each syllable. “It would be my first time.”
“Jisoo,” you whispered back, taking her hands into yours. “It’s entirely your call, take as much time as you want to think about it.”
“I know we just met,” she said quietly after a moment of contemplation. “But if it had to be with someone…”
She waited, thinking about it some more, and you sat patiently, holding her hands still. They weren’t shaking anymore, she even seemed calm.
“I’ll only do it if you’re one hundred percent sure,” you said firmly. “The only thing that matters is what you want to do.”
Before she could answer, the door shot open and another girl ran through the curtain.
“Jisoo I’m so sorry!” she screamed, running up to the bed and flinging herself into Jisoo’s body. “I had no idea, please please please forgive me.”
Jisoo said nothing, she didn’t even move. No reaction at all to the girl hugging her, not until she let go and a single tear slid down her cheek.
“Jisoo please, say something, I’m sorry!” the girl begged to no avail before turning to you with a sour expression. “Who are you? Did you also join in-”
“Do not attack him,” Jisoo scowled, finally speaking up. “He was here for me when you weren’t.”
“I said I’m sorry!”
“Sorry doesn’t undo what I went through tonight,” Jisoo replied coldly. “This was your idea, I never wanted to do any of this, yet somehow I’m the one who had guy after guy paint my face with their cum.”
“Jisoo…”
“And what were you doing?” Jisoo screamed. “Queen Jennie was too busy getting fucked by the whole club. The Queen of dick doing what she does best, but she still just couldn’t keep her promise.”
“Please,” Jennie pleaded, dropping to her knees in front of Jisoo. “Tell me how I can fix this.”
“You tell me,” Jisoo hissed. “For the finale I’m going to lose my virginity in front of an audience, and it’s going to be recorded. You tell me how you can fix this.”
“Let me talk to them,” Jennie begged. “I’ll convince them to let me make the video instead.”
“Ahem,” you cleared your throat. “Maybe it’s best if the two of you figure this out without me.”
The two girls turned to you in shock, it was like they completely forgot you were also there.
“You can’t leave,” Jennie said dismissively, barely even shooting you a glance.
“I’m sorry,” Jisoo apologized a bit more empathetically. “If you leave, it looks bad on me.”
“Uh,” you hesitated. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
Jennie turned away from Jisoo to face you. She looked you up and down with her arms crossed before sighing heavily and tossing off her long coat, exposing her completely nude body underneath.
“Stop pretending you’d pass on this,” Jennie said with an eyeroll.
It suddenly dawned on you, this was the girl from the balcony earlier. The girl getting gangbanged right in front of everyone.
“Why are you just staring,” Jennie snarled before grabbing your hand and placing it between her legs. “Can you fuck this pussy or not.”
“Jennie stop,” Jisoo shouted, her eyes full of a focused rage. “I like him, don’t treat him like one of your fucktoys.”
Jennie let go of your hand and turned sideways to face Jisoo again. The curves of her body right in front of you as she casually stood there in the nude, facing sideways. You won’t lie, in a purely physical way, she was definitely fuckable.
“Fine, then you talk to your boyfriend,” she complained. “Or better yet, you can just fuck him.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Jisoo retaliated angrily.
“Then stop acting like he’s interested in more than shoving his cock in you,” Jennie snorted. “I bet he also made you use your mouth, just like all the-” Jennie’s train of thought was abruptly interrupted as the loud crack of your palm slapping against her bare ass echoed throughout the room.
“What the fuck?” she turned to you again, her jaw dropped in utter shock.
“Yeah I’ll make this video with you,” you said while standing up. “Let’s go talk to them about it.”
After taking a couple of steps towards the door, you stopped and turned around to see Jennie still standing there like a statue, stuck in place.
“Coming little slut?” you asked. “Let’s get this over with so you can go back to taking four cocks at once.”
Jisoo tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle her giggle, earning her a sharp glare from Jennie. When she turned back to you, her eyes were full of fire, she was still unable to believe someone would treat her like this. Odd, considering her actions earlier, you thought as you walked back in front of her.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like this?” she hissed into your face.
“I’ll talk to you however I want,” you replied, not taking your eyes off hers for even a moment as you shoved your hand between her legs. “If you’re going to act like a little slut, I’m going to treat you like a little slut.”
“I’m still…” her voice trailed off as an unsolicited moan escaped her lips in response to your two fingers jamming up her pussy.
“Still a little slut?” you mocked her, forcefully groping her tits with your free hand. “You’ve started leaking, does the little slut like being called a little slut?”
“Fuck you,” she said with a crack in her voice that made her cheeks glow pink. She shoved your hand away and stormed off towards her discarded coat as you released a puff of air from your nose. “Shut the fuck up,” she added while stomping towards the door.
“I’ll be right back,” you whispered to Jisoo who was smiling at you, tremendously amused by how you were treating Jennie.
Finding an empty room to study in really shouldn’t be very difficult in a university of all places, yet here you were, roaming the hallways like a buffoon trying to find an alternative to the usual lounges you had been frequenting for the first few weeks of the semester.
In an attempt to avoid interrupting another class again, sparing yourself from the embarrassment, you carefully placed your ear against a door and tried to listen for anyone inside - this would be a lot easier if the stupid little windows above the handles weren’t covered up. After giving it a few seconds and hearing nothing, you decided to try your luck.
Slowly, you opened the door and took a peek inside. Turns out it was an office, and seemingly one for a newer professor, or one who simply didn’t care to decorate, based on the lack of vanity items on the barren shelf. One detail, however, did stand out to you; Realistically you should have just left at this point, but that Herman Miller was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - you had to try it, just for a second.
After closing the door behind you and placing your bag down, you walked around the modest little desk to get a better look at the chair. It was pristine. In a room devoid of most expression, you still felt a gorgeous rush of euphoria as you took a seat. It was truly shocking how a luxurious office chair made such a difference in the entire atmosphere of the room.
No longer did you feel like you were in some bland, secondary thought of a room. You had lucked out, this was exactly the type of room you were looking for when you set out to find a quieter alternative to your usual spots. Then, your luck seemingly got even better when you noticed a little calendar on the desk in front of you.
Not that you were trying to snoop or invade anyone’s private space, but you noticed whoever used this room had nothing scheduled for the day, and a bit of basic deduction skills led you to believe this was his day off - luckily the room was unlocked. Seemingly he was a philosophy professor who also taught communications?
Still, you should probably have left at this point. Yet… for some odd reason you were convincing yourself to do something that you shouldn’t. Was there really much harm in using an empty office to study? It’s not like you’d be making a mess or anything, and you’d be careful to not break anything. Surely no one would mind, it would only be for a couple of hours before your next class anyway.
That’s when you heard a knock.
Your heart skipped a beat. Immediately your mind began racing to think of an excuse, some reason you were in here. Wait, if it was the professor, why would he be knocking? Wouldn’t he just come in? Presumably if you didn’t respond, they would just leave, right? That made enough sense in your head to calm you down, but just as your heart rate began to slow, the door opened.
“Hello sir!”
“H-Hello,” you stammered as one of the most adorable girls you’ve ever seen walked into the room, closing the door behind her.
“I was going to send an email, but I figured I’d try your office first,” she continued nervously. “It’s about the last assignment.”
God she was cute. At this point you were supposed to tell her that she had the wrong person, but you just sat there like an idiot and listened.
“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yuna, I’m in your intro to philosophy class,” she stammered while fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “I know you probably won’t recognize me, and I promise I’ll start showing up to class.”
“Showing up?” you mumbled under your breath, trying to make sense of what was going on.
“I promise I have a good reason,” she added before locking the door behind her - a detail you barely picked up on - and dropping her bag. She walked over to you, right past the desk, until she was right in front of you. “If I had known how cute you were, I never would have skipped in the first place.”
Cute? If this girl thought you were her professor, this was quickly becoming incredibly inappropriate. Yet, your dumbass was still just sitting there and letting it happen. Was this wrong? Probably. But you were stunned in a sense, almost like you were being forced to play the role.
“So, how can I help you?” you asked while trying to keep your eyes away from her body, a difficult task considering how little she attempted to hide her figure with that tight button up she wore.
“It’s less about what I want,” she replied before crouching down in front of you. “And more about what you want.”
“Holy shit,” you mumbled as your eyes inadvertently landed on the unbuttoned neckline of her shirt.
“Professor, I really need some help,” she whispered as she leaned forward. “I’m glad you’re willing to work with me, I was worried at first.”
“Yuna, wait,” you replied sternly, bringing your own hands to your crotch as she placed hers on your thighs. This was straight out of a poorly written porno and had to stop. “There’s a misunderstanding.”
“I can tell you won’t get me in trouble, right professor?” she ignored you entirely. “You think I’m pretty, don’t you?”
“What? No that’s not- I mean yes you’re very pretty but that’s not what-”
“Do you want me?”
“Yuna, please listen-”
“If you don’t,” she whispered, slowly moving your hands away. “Then just tell me to stop.”
“I can’t give you what you’re asking for because I’m not-”
“You don’t have to give me anything,” she interrupted you with a smile. “I’m just doing you a small favor, and then after you can decide what you want to give me.”
Fuck’s sake why was she so hot, it was hard to think straight.
“That’s right,” Yuna continued with a whisper as she began unbuckling your belt. She reached her soft fingers into your underwear and pulled out your cock, gripping the shaft gently. “You get to decide exactly what you want to give me, and I mean it when I say anything.”
“Yuna, I…” you moaned softly as she placed your tip into her mouth and began swirling her tongue against your hole. “Fuck.”
“That’s better,” Yuna smiled brightly up at you while pulling your pants down to your ankles. “This is just some no-strings attached fun, right professor?”
She leaned forward some more and began sucking on your balls while the hand she had around your shaft tightened its grip. With both balls in her mouth, pressing them around with her tongue, she began stroking your shaft gently.
“Oh professor, I didn’t know you were so fucking big,” she moaned after releasing your balls with a little pop.
“Maybe because you’ve never attended class,” you replied for some unknown reason, as if you were actually her professor. It just felt like the right thing to say. No, it was dumb, you should stop her. This was all wildly inappropriate and would probably get you expelled. Or was it? You never even said anything, she’s the one who initiated. It was all just happening so fucking fast, your brain couldn’t make sense of the situation.
“I’m so sorry professor, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”
With that, she lifted herself up until she was right above your cock and opened her mouth wide. In a single movement, she lowered herself all the way down your cock until you felt your tip prodding the back of her throat.
Fuck.
Yeah, there was no stopping, not when Yuna started bobbing up and down your cock. She moved fast, throating your entire length each time, finally pausing just long enough to gasp for air and smile up at you, using her soft fingers to coat your cock in her saliva.
“I promise I’ll keep coming, professor, you can see as much of me as…” her voice trailed off and she engulfed your cock once more, all the way down to the balls before holding. She pushed as far as possible, her nose pressing against your skin and her chin up against your balls. Then, as quickly as she went down, she came back up gasping once more. “... as you want.”
“Yuna, this is wrong…”
“Then don’t tell anyone,” she shrugged, leaning back and slowly unbuttoning the rest of her shirt, revealing a bright pink bra. “If you want me to leave, I’ll leave and we can pretend this never happened. Is that what you want?”
“I…” you hesitated, considering the options, but Yuna wasn’t as patient as you.
“That’s what I thought,” she smirked, opening up her shirt enough to put her soft cleavage on full display. “Now how about you stop thinking so hard and just relax. You don’t owe me anything for this, I’m just doing you a little favor out of the goodness of my heart.”
That was a fucking lie. You’d have to figure out a way to explain that you weren’t her professor - a problem that was definitely for later as Yuna leaned forward again on all fours and began licking up your shaft slowly. She would press her lips on your balls before sticking out her tongue and sliding it all the way up to your tip before wrapping her lips around it.
“You must be so tired, grading all those papers,” Yuna purred, bringing her hands up to your balls and fondling them while kissing on your tip repeatedly. “Just close your eyes and relax, this can be our little secret.”
Fine, you’d play along. You placed one hand on the top of her head before closing your eyes, letting her bob up and down your cock to her heart’s desire. It felt phenomenal, there was no denying it, she was experienced for sure. For the next few minutes, nothing but quiet slurps filled the small office as Yuna worked your cock expertly, sliding her tongue around and around, pressing down hard with her lips.
“Can you cum for me, professor?” she moaned, grabbing your shaft with her hand and stroking as fast as she could. “Please? In my mouth? I’ll be a good girl and swallow it all.”
“Oh my God,” you moaned softly, opening your eyes and looking through the blurriness to see Yuna with one hand playing with her tits while the other jerked you off.
She stuck her tongue out, licking your tip from time to time, hand still moving just as fast. Her half-lidded eyes staring up at you, begging for your release. It was working. You could feel the pressure building up more and more, you knew you were about to blow any second now.
“Please professor,” she cried out. “Cum for me.”
“I’m…” you grunted softly under your breath, shutting your eyes tight in anticipation, tightening your grip on her hair.
Then, in a flash, before you even felt it, your eyes shot open as the first streak of cum launched directly against Yuna’s lips. Like the expert she was, Yuna quickly opened her mouth and caught the next few spurts in her throat as she kept jerking the lower half of your cock while coaxing out your cum with her tongue.
“Good fucking girl,” you moaned, bringing your other hand to the back of her head and pressing down.
She barely gave any resistance as you pushed your cock all the way into her throat, unloading whatever was left as deep as you could. Even balls deep down your cock, she was still working her tongue, her lack of a gag reflex putting in work. As her face began turning a tinge blue, you let go of the back of her head.
Despite the resistance disappearing, she didn’t immediately pull back. Instead, Yuna made a tight seal with her lips and slowly inched her way up your cock, making sure not to leave a single drop of cum on your shaft. Once at the tip, she paused, looking up at you and swallowing whatever she had in her mouth before sucking your tip desperately trying to get more of your cum out of you.
“That’s all I got, sweetheart,” you gasped as the sensitivity began to hit.
Yuna finally let go of your cock and looked up at you with the brightest smile this world has ever known.
“Thank you professor!”
“Yuna,” you sighed as she stood back up and began sifting through her bag while you quickly pulled your pants back up. “I’m not your professor.”
The girl froze in her tracks, holding her laptop in her arms.
“What?”
“I tried telling you earlier, but you weren’t listening.”
“Who are you?” Yuna asked anxiously, covering her chest up.
“I’m a student,” you answered, diverting your gaze in an attempt to avoid making her uncomfortable.
“What the fuck are you doing in his office? And why… shit.”
“I’m really sorry, you just weren’t listening, I tried-”
“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Yuna shook her head and put her laptop down on the desk. “Can you at least help me?”
“W-What?” you stammered, trying not to stare at her tits.
“What the fuck do you have to be shy about,” Yuna rolled her eyes, immediately noticing your discomfort. “Here,” she added before lifting up her bra and flashing her bare tits at you, bouncing up and down a couple of times. “You already nutted in my mouth, I really don’t give a fuck if you see my tits. Now can you help me or what?”
“With what? Your assignment?”
“Exactly,” she answered before pulling down her bra and opening up her laptop. “This shit’s due tomorrow, I was hoping I could get out of it.”
Yuna turned the laptop to show you the assignment. Based on a quick skim of the rubric, it was simple enough - to be expected from an intro course.
“This doesn’t look too difficult,” you commented, scrolling through the meager attempt at a start. “Yeah, I can help.”
“Perfect,” Yuna smiled, suddenly taking a seat on your lap. “It’s due at midnight, I’ll get you whatever you need.”
“I don’t need anything,” you chuckled softly when a notification popped up on the screen. “Holy fuck who is that?”
“My roomie, you like?” Yuna giggled, leaning forward to reply to the message.
“She’s fucking gorgeous,” you commented in awe as you stared at her display picture. “Yeji… God damn, those eyes… and that body…”
“Alright enough,” Yuna snapped and began standing up, her jealousy showing.
“Hey,” you quickly pulled her back down by her hips. “You’re more gorgeous,” you lied.
“It’s whatever, I get it,” she sighed, rubbing her ass against your body. “I’d also fuck her if I could. Anyway, you sure you don’t want anything?”
“I’m good, really.”
“Nothing at all? No extra motivation?” Yuna asked, grabbing your wrist and placing it on her perfect handful of a chest.
“No,” you gave her tit a quick squeeze before letting go. “I won’t be able to type very fast with just one hand.”
“I can suck your cock again, if you want,” she added as she started grinding her hips back and forth.
“Yuna,” you grabbed her ass with both hands and held her still. “If you want me to do this, just sit tight and relax.”
“Fine,” she leaned back against your chest, her floral shampoo hitting your nose. “Just let me know if you need anything then.”
“Will do,” you muttered as you began typing away.
Truthfully, it would have been much easier without her sitting on your lap, but you figured that was a sacrifice you were willing to make. The next hour or so went by in relative silence as you typed away while Yuna watched diligently, making sure not to distract you beyond the gentle press of her body against yours.
That was until she fell asleep between your arms. She really was incredibly adorable, and for the first time since your breakup, you almost felt like you were in a relationship again. Very carefully, you picked her up and placed her on the small armchair next to the mostly vacant bookshelf. She was breathing deeply, her chest bouncing up and down with each one.
Without even realizing it, you were smiling. You reached forward and carefully did a couple of the buttons of her shirt to cover her up before returning to the Miller. Unknown to you at the time, she had woken up and noticed, but you were too focused on finishing the assignment for her, you were almost done anyway.
Another hour or so passed while you were completely focused, typing away diligently. Maybe it was stupid, considering it wasn’t even your assignment, but you were becoming quite proud of your work. You didn’t even care that you missed your class and that the sun had started setting outside, you had adopted this assignment as if it was your own.
“Done,” you muttered under your breath, leaning back in the chair and stretching your arms towards the roof.
“Your typing skills are truly incredible, you finished so quickly,” Yuna commented softly, making you jolt slightly as you forgot she was even there. “I wonder what else those fingers can do.”
“Thank you, but it’s really nothing,” you replied modestly, ignoring her last comment. “I’ve taken this course before, or something similar at least.”
“I never would have been able to finish this in time without you, there’s no way,” Yuna began leaning against the desk, facing you. “I really owe you for this.”
“No, you already kinda-”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Her words stung more than she intended as the memories of your ex came back. Not that it was her fault, obviously, but it still hurt.
“No,” you replied bluntly, unintentionally letting some emotion out.
“That’s surprising,” Yuna mumbled a bit shyly, perhaps picking up on your tone.
“What about you? Boyfriend?”
“Definitely not,” she laughed softly, almost as if to hide some pain behind her own voice. “Can I ask you something?”
“Obviously,” you chuckled. “I think we’re well past that stage.”
“Why’d you…” she trailed off slowly, her finger toying with the buttons on her shirt.
“You fell asleep,” you shrugged, leaning back in the chair. “Felt like it was the gentleman-y thing to do.”
“Right, because my behavior definitely deserves gentleman treatment.”
“I didn’t really look at it that way,” you replied cautiously. “Regardless of circumstances, you still deserve dignity.”
“You don’t think I have dignity?”
“What I think doesn’t really matter,” you answered. “But no, that’s not what I’m saying.”
“I don’t think I have dignity.”
Silence filled the room. For a few, stretched moments, you simply stared into Yuna’s round eyes, trying to understand this girl and who she was beneath the surface.
“Why do you feel that way?” you broke the silence first. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Don’t play dumb,” Yuna shook her head in frustration. “You know exactly why.”
“Yuna,” you began carefully. “I only just met you-”
“I swear I only did this because someone told me it would work,” Yuna cut you off. “And I wouldn’t have done it if I walked into the room and wasn’t attracted to the person I saw, seriously.”
“That’s fine-” you started before getting cut off once again, something you realized she loved to do.
“Like, I’m not a complete whore,” she continued. “Did I do it for personal gain? Sure. But I also wanted to. Is it really such a crime to be horny?”
“Yuna!” you spoke up firmly, standing up and grabbing her wrists. “You don’t have to explain, I’m not judging you for it.”
“Yes you are,” she muttered quietly after a pause.
“Believe whatever you want,” you shrugged and let go of her wrists. “Your assignment is done either way.”
“So why’d you actually help me?”
“You looked like you needed it,” you chuckled softly before pausing. “Truthfully? You reminded me of my ex.”
“Oh?” Yuna’s eyes wandered for a moment as she fixated on a spot of the floor. “In what way?”
“Well for one,” you stepped closer to her. You gently pushed her hair behind her ear before continuing. “You’re unbelievably pretty.”
She finally looked back up at you, a rosiness creeping onto her cheeks. “I appreciate that,” she smiled warmly. “Though I can’t imagine your first time meeting her was anything like this.”
“You’d be surprised,” you chuckled softly, leaning on the desk next to her, both of you facing the empty bookshelf.
“I have a hard time believing your first time meeting her involved head,” Yuna giggled quietly.
“Like I said, you’d be surprised.”
“You’re kidding?” Yuna gasped, turning to face you. “Well shit, now I don’t feel as embarrassed I guess.”
“I don’t think you should feel embarrassed at all,” you replied calmly. “Just like I said earlier, not judging you.”
“Then don’t judge me for this either,” Yuna whispered softly.
Part of you wasn’t entirely sure how to react to the kiss, you just let your body go on autopilot. It wasn’t a quick peck or anything, she pressed forward with real passion, pushing you backwards onto the chair again and straddling your lap. Your hands made their way around her body, feeling her gentle curves, the soft skin, her warm touch. Yuna’s mouth clashed against yours, her tongue growing more and more confident, teasing and intertwining with yours.
What really got you going was the touch of her hand on the back of your neck - that’s when you knew you were in trouble. You kept kissing, full of passion and lust, your hands rummaging around her top and unbuttoning it for the second time that evening before ripping it off and tossing it to the side, soon to be joined by her bra as you unclasped it.
Once her tits were finally free again, you let the kiss fade apart. Yuna stared at you breathily, awaiting your next move, but you weren’t going to keep her waiting long. After grabbing her ass with your hands, you stood up from the chair, holding her in your arms and gently placing her down on the desk. She quickly pushed aside her laptop before laying flat on the desk, looking up at you with a face full of carnal lust.
“Is this what you want?” you asked quietly while unbuckling your belt.
Yuna stared at you, her eyes more sensitive than you’ve ever seen, and paused for just a moment before answering.
“Yes.”
That was all you needed, and by the time you had your pants off, Yuna had already slipped off her underwear and bunched up her skirt around her waist. Before you, glistening and shining, as beautiful as you had imagined in your mind, Yuna lay there waiting - for you.
“You’re so beautiful,” you muttered as you took hold of her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. “Let me know,” you added gently as you lined yourself up.
She nodded up at you before closing her eyes, biting her lower lip just slightly as she tilted her head back, pressing her tits up towards the roof. You leaned in some more, your tip spreading apart her body as you placed your arms on the desk around Yuna’s small frame, pressing forward slowly. With utmost care, you inched yourself deeper and deeper, paying full attention to the way Yuna was contorting her expression.
Her pussy felt incredibly warm and comforting around your cock. Once you were nearly all the way in, you paused to simply revel in the feel of Yuna’s body. And of course, you wanted to give her a moment to adjust to your body.
“You good?” you whispered, leaning forward even closer.
Yuna opened her eyes and nodded again. It was like night and day the way her personality shifted from earlier. She came in so confident and in control, but now she had become completely vulnerable, completely comfortable around you. And in return, you felt immense comfort with her.
A wave of warmth rushed through your body as you leaned forward over her body and kissed her again. As she kissed you back, you began slowly sliding your hips back and forth, enjoying every inch of pleasure her pussy was shooting into you.
“You’re a living fucking dream, you know that?” you grunted as you softly pressed into her pussy again and again.
“Your dick feels amazing,” Yuna moaned, arching her back. “Fuck me, fuck me good.”
That was the plan. You pushed forward faster, inching yourself even deeper now. The deeper you pressed into Yuna’s pussy, the better it felt. Not only was your cock throbbing in pleasure, you were also losing your mind at the sound of Yuna’s gentle moans overpowering the sound of the desk sliding against the floor with each thrust.
“That’s fucking right,” Yuna sobbed softly, rubbing circles around her clit with her hand. “I’m going to fucking cum, don’t fucking stop.”
“Cum for me,” you grunted, taking two big handfuls of Yuna’s tits into your palms and squeezing.
“I’m clo….” her voice trailed off, leaving her mouth open and eyes shut tight in focus.
She couldn’t physically speak anymore, yet it hardly mattered. You knew, without a doubt in your mind, the way her pussy was contracting against your cock that she was cumming hard. Making sure not to change your pace, even as your sweat began pooling on your brow, you pushed and pushed, muttering filth that she probably couldn’t even comprehend right now, pushing through her new tightness.
Her pussy convulsed for a bit longer before the squeezing calmed, and all that remained from her orgasm was the heavy breathing that pushed your palms up every second or so. You also slowed down a bit, all the sensation bringing you painfully close to your own orgasm, realizing now how tired your legs were getting. Being so close to the edge, however, gave you all the energy you needed. Finally, Yuna had recovered, and she pulled herself up, wrapping her arms and legs around your body.
“Are you close?” she whispered directly into your ear.
After that, definitely.
“Do you want to cum on me?” Yuna moaned into your ear. “All over my face?”
“Yes,” you gasped back, focusing as hard as you could on your hips thrusting into her pussy a few final times before you pulled out - you were unbelievably close now.
“Good,” she purred before quickly jumping off the desk and turning you around as she sat on the chair. “Cover me in that cum.”
Before you could start stroking, Yuna had already grabbed your cock. This girl was like fucking magic, the way she jerked you off with her mouth open wide, eyes staring into yours, her hand was doing better than even you could do. She moved as fast as she could, squeezing hard against your cock, fondling your balls with her other hand. You rode the absolute edge of your orgasm, just to get launched over your limit as Yuna stuck her cute little tongue out and prodded your tip a couple of times, sealing the deal.
“Ah!” Yuna gasped as the first hefty gush landed on her forehead, splattering into her hair. “Fuck yes,” she added with a moan as she adjusted your cock.
The next few moments happened so fast, in such a blur, you could barely comprehend what was happening. All you knew was your cock felt fucking amazing as Yuna jerked you off. In front of you, once your vision cleared up, Yuna’s face was completely plastered in white, barely any actually making it into her open mouth.
“Fuck!” you squealed as Yuna shoved your cock down her throat. “Please!”
She pulled your cock out of her lips, smiling brightly up at you, that smile that you could stare at for the rest of your life.
“Aim better,” she giggled, using her pinky to scoop a glob of your cum off her face into her lips.
“Alright, let’s try again.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Yuna smirked before suddenly pouting. “It’s in my hair, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” you quickly pulled out some tissues from your bag and handed them to her. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” she sighed, pulling out her phone to use as a mirror. “Thanks again, for the assignment.”
“Yeah, of course,” you replied as you got dressed. “Thanks for… yeah.”
“Any time,” Yuna giggled softly, wiping her face clean.
“Here,” you held her bra out for her.
“Thanks,” she accepted the garment. “But no, really, any time.”
“Are you suggesting-”
“Yes.”
“Yuna, I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship yet.”
“Oh, no,” she quickly clarified. “I didn’t mean like that, trust me I’m also not ready yet. I just meant the sex part, and maybe also the homework part.”
“Friends with benefits?” you picked up her panties. “Have you ever had one before?”
“No, but I’m down to give it a shot with the right person,” she answered softly. “Have you?”
“Yeah, mine actually just graduated last year,” you chuckled, reminiscing about your past. “Look, if you’re serious, then I’m down. But I want you to think about it first, it can be kinda dangerous.”
“I’d agree with you if we knew each other before,” Yuna replied. “But we just met, I don’t think feelings will be an issue.”
“Right,” you tried to hide your skepticism. “Alright, exclusive or no?”
“I’d say no. Thoughts?”
“Fine with me,” you held out her panties. “But then no jealousy allowed.”
“Keep them,” Yuna winked up at you before standing up. “And of course not, no jealousy.”
“Yeah?” you placed your hands on her hips. “Even if I fuck your roomie?”
“I’ll do you one better,” Yuna whispered into your face before spinning you around and pushing you onto the chair. She had already straddled your lap before whispering her next words. “Fuck me again and I’ll set you up with her myself.”
“Deal.
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A/N:
Short and quick little piece I wrote in a couple of nights. I had always planned for Yuna to be in the Roommates universe, I just can't remember what inspired me to write it all of a sudden. Truthfully not the most edited and reviewed fic I've ever written, oh well, enjoy!
I really hope it's not too confusing (not that you need to read the other fics in the universe, the whole point is that you can read them independently). This is supposed to take place in junior year, and there are a few references to some of the other fics in this universe, some foreshadowing I guess.
I wouldn't expect another fic for a bit, I really don't have much time to write lately. I can, however, give some insight on what I'm currently working on: Dating Seraphs next part soonish (my priority rn), Exchange next part, Roommates Kazuha part 3, Roommates Eunbi part 2, Roommates secret unnamed idol part 1, unnamed actress stand alone fic, and also a stand alone MiSaMo fic (this one might be my next post, I'm like 8k words deep already). There are a couple others currently on the back burner that I haven't forgotten about as well.
Long ass A/N but I haven't said much to my readers in a while so fuck it. Like always, feel free to throw feedback at me, I try to read it all. I probably can't be convinced to write more, but if you're desperate for one of the fics I listed above then feel free to plead your case and I'll probably prioritize it. Take care you lovely people.
It’s just another goddamn stressful day that you’ll be tackling and you just can’t wait for it to end. Even teaching a class full of boisterous students sends you into a hellhole of utter stress and dismissing them is such a sigh of relief—you still show empathy and enthusiasm to teach and make them learn new things but there are just times where it’s really unbearable but you fight through it, following your moral code of conduct.
Yet one student stood out from the rest, not really because of her academic performance (in which she is already doing decently great) but, in the way she dressed that literally doesn’t follow the campus’ dress code.
As she’s about to leave and get her bangs packed and ready, you suddenly called out her name in a formal manner as you caught her attention off-guard. Of course, she rolls her eyes in subtle annoyance as her friends opted to just wait for her onto the campus’ canteen and Hanni agrees on that and averted her attention towards you.
“What is it, professor?” Hanni asks you with little-to-no-interest as wants this to end as quickly as possible as she has more endeavors to be in with.
“Ms. Pham, I would like to talk about something that I’m pretty sure you’re aware of.” Your stern demeanor intimidates Hanni as the presence of gravitas within you makes her feel a hint of nervousness, unsure on what you may talk about.
“I don’t seem to know what you’re talking about, professor?” She seems to not be cognizant about what you’re talking about as there’s multiple reasons on why you may call her out. It may seem sincere but she may act oblivious just to trick you but you could never be so sure, so you enlightened her with a fact. “Don’t you see what you’re wearing, Ms. Pham? Don’t you see that it definitely doesn’t follow the dress code of the school’s regulations.”
“Oh, I guess I’m sorry, professor. I don’t know anything about this regulation-thingy and what are you going to do about this, hm, strip it out of me, professor?”
God, this girl—Pham Hanni, yes, this girl is not the girl you don’t want to deal with. Everybody knows how bratty and stubborn she can get whenever she’s being disciplined and snapped back to her place, despite her bubbly and friendly attitude. With that iron wall that’s strong within her, you want to teach her a lesson and break it despite the possible risks and you might need to even take it a step further than the most primitive ways of disciplining students.
You let out a deep sight as silence ensues and then, you slammed hard on the desk and gave her a cold, stern gaze that startled and scared Hanni. “Don’t you dare talk to your professor this way, Ms. Pham Hanni—and I know you’re not this oblivious to not know about the school’s rules and regulations, don’t you?”
And as much as you’re having the higher authority right now, Hanni herself didn’t back down without a fight and rather provoked your inner fire that you didn’t absolutely like but your patience is staying stronger than steel, fighting through her stubborn behavior. It became continuous that the both of you are starting to argue like little kids but you still maintain your composition yet Hanni’s erupting like a volcano gone rogue right now and there’s one thing to deal with this, moreso, privately.
“Then why does it matter so much for you, professor? Just say the words and I—”
“Go to my office now, Pham Hanni.” You interrupted her with a single sentence as her heart dropped massively as fear now emanated on her eyes, as she never saw you this serious before. As much as she wants to complain or retaliate, she doesn’t want to get in any trouble or escalate this situation further so, without any choice, she packed her things and went to your office with you, of course—you need to guard her since she might immediately escape and catch you off-guard, unprepared and you don’t want that to happen.
Once you’ve reached your office, you offer her a seat as you turn on the lights and sit on your chair, ready to further talk about her annoying and frustrating behavior.
“Professor, if it’s just another dumb talk about my bitchy behav—”
“Can you just stay quiet, please?” You retort in response with her talkative antics that made you boil in anger and immediately, Hanni shuts her mouth silent and gulps nervously. “You are being a nuisance to a lot—let me repeat it again for you, a lot of professors, whether it’s your stubbornness or you just being incapable of following such simple instructions and being selfish, it’s getting out of hand.” You blow a deep breath as you’re about to tame a beast like Hanni as you’re preparing for another pointless hindrance that further makes everything go down into flames.
You’re just as puzzled as most of the people that knew her and you hate that one thing that really shows how much the professors despise her—her bratty attitude that will never fade as the boys around her fall in love with that and it’s just something wrong. As much as you don’t like her not following the dress code the school has implemented, you can’t lie and dive into your hypocrisy with the beauty that lies within her because of her aesthetically hot school uniform outfit. Of course, you won’t let your intrusive thoughts win and remain composed throughout the time being of disciplining her and making her snap back to her roots.
Yet you have a single trick up your sleeve whenever this gets out of hand, and you’re just holding onto this for a while, testing your patience.
“We don’t know what to do anymore with you so a little cooperation will be appreciated if you will just—”
“But here’s the thing, professor—” Hanni pushes the chair a little back, before standing and giving you a subtle smirk in aims to lower down your guard. “—at the end of the day, it’s not going to harm anyone and you can’t do anything with it, hah.”
“Hanni, it’s not just that—it’s all about the discipline and the control of your—”
“Oh, stop it, professor—” Hanni walks towards you as your senses heightened, absolutely flummoxed with her eager movements towards you as she’s obviously seducing you into making you fall down her spell. “—don’t tell me you don’t like how pretty I look in this outfit.”
In all means, she’s goddamn right and there’s no way on earth you would say a no but of course, you’re fighting the urge of your primal desires as you brush her approaching advancements to lure you in, retaliating and further wanting Hanni to back down even though you know that she’ll just advance without anyone to stop her.
“Stop this madness, Pham Hanni—you’re not going to—”
“I’m absolutely in this, professor—stop being a hypocrite and tell me how pretty I look with this uniform.”
It’s her accent and her saccharine voice that further doesn’t help with your defensive state against her unstoppable will. You can’t lie how perfectly beautiful she looks in this possibly-cursed uniform as every inch ultimately highlights her slender waist, her beautiful thighs and her perky mounds and you hate it. Maybe, she dressed like this for a purpose but you’re not so sure and you’re running out of time before you unshackle everything that has been caged for so long.
Knowing that hypocrisy is such utter bullshit, you finally give in a little as you start to stutter and mutter such complimentary words that Hanni catches her ears on it.
“You l-look good in this outfit, Hanni—not going to lie with you. Your curves, your thighs, it’s just perfect for you.”
Hanni finally smiles widely with her eyes drawing such crescent moons, emanating her cuteness towards you. She’s delighted to hear your sincere takes on her outfit and decided to take it a step further than ever before. Hanni then closes towards you as her hands palmed your chest, the warmth of it making you overwhelmed and excited as your heart races its beat like it’s catching something.
“I guess you want something to deal with this, right, professor? And don’t you dare say no because—” Hanni looks at your eyes endearingly with aims to further lure you onto her spell as her thick Australian accent followed by her sweet voice seduces you further, “—I can see in your eyes, professor—your pretty, black eyes says it all…” She further puts gasoline on the flames as she caresses her hands slowly on your chest, making you feel the affection and sincerity of Hanni’s eyes and because of your clever mind, you knew exactly where this is going as you fully gave in to your animalistic urges and broke apart your stern, teacher-like persona.
“I do want you, Hanni. I can’t believe I’m saying this but you’re so goddamn pretty and hot.” You took some quick peeks on her impeccable features as she saw this, smiling at the fact that you’re admiring her scrumptious body and her pretty face.
“I know professor—you’re hot and pretty handsome too. You don’t know this but—” Hanni tiptoes as you slightly slouch in order for her to be in level with you as she whispers in your ear, “—I had a crush on you for a long time now, professor.”
This may sound unorthodox for you but you feel your heart beating triple its normal rate, finding Hanni’s advances wholesome and flustering. It may sound wrong as you want to unhear what Hanni just said but you can’t help yourself with your own desires and even wanting more. Knowing that Hanni’s touches are getting bolder enough for you to act up, you gently push her hands off on your chest as she pouts cutely, dejected with your retaliating advances yet she doesn’t give up, at her watch.
“Hanni—we can’t be doing this. This is just wrong, I’m sorry—”
“But professor—” Hanni lays down onto the couch as she displays herself in front of you and all you can see is an angel getting ready to be sullied. “—don’t you wanna think of something else? Like, kissing me, making me rile up or just ruining me with this goddamn uniform? Come on professor, make a girl worth her while…”
With your own desires taking over you, you can’t be bothered to really make yours unattended as her primal calls make up for your time as you were lured by her own devilish remarks. You pin her down at the couch as she yelped in response, feeling a little shocked with your aggressive actions but she never wanted you to break the heated atmosphere that has been building up as she grabbed your collar and kissed you intimately.
This is totally wrong—you said to yourself but you didn’t care anymore, not when Hanni’s plump, luscious lips are in contact with yours, sharing such an intimate kiss as the both of you find yourselves even indulging deeper and not wanting to end this so soon but speak of the devil, Hanni pulls out of the latch of your lips as she looks at you with need in her eyes. Can’t seem to really contain yourself anymore because of such a hot scene, you thought of something that will change the course of this session and will start things off incredibly well.
“Get on your knees, Hanni. I’ll probably assume you know where this will go, right?”
Getting up on the couch, Hanni eagerly obliged to your request as she knelt down in front of you with her eyebrows furrowed, a little nervous about what you may have in store. Hanni knows what you’re coming up with but she just wants everything to be confirmed by you so she didn’t hesitate to ask you about it. “Are you s-sure about this, professor?”
“Yes, Hanni—I am more than sure. Besides, no one will know any of this and have no secret cameras installed here anyways. Now, do your thing and impress me.”
Your tone makes her heart drop as the heat makes everything intense as your stern face intimidates her but it didn’t bother her to start her own service. Her hands trembled a bit but she didn’t care as she continued unbuckling your belt and then unbuttoning your pants as you mildly groan due to her hurried actions as her touch feels enchanting, the hotness rivaling the cold air that had permeated around the room. Even with the possible uneasiness laced in every move she does when she’s stripping you, you can’t help but be in awe of how she’s genuinely interested in what she’s doing as the lust and anticipation glistens on her dark orbs.
“Have you done this before, Hanni?”
Hanni, still busy with her current activity, takes a second before she could respond as she looks at your eyes endearingly and mutters, “Not really, professor—just on my toys though, so I had some little practice at my end.”
You scoff as you were shocked by Hanni’s dirty, little secret but you didn’t take it as a joke or way too seriously—it’s just great that she had experienced it with even a silicon toy but now, she’ll be trying the real thing and it’s just going to be better than this. Now, with your last defense left before her grand treasure, Hanni didn’t waste any time and let the feral beast inside you be unshackled from its frustrating restraints and god, Hanni’s eyes lit in awe and amazement as she gets her first treatment and a sight of such a beautiful, perfect cock.
“Professor—it looks good and thick. It feels so warm and nice on my hand too—woahh...”You can see how adventurous and how new Hanni is in these kinds of things as she’s just in full-admiration of your entire length now all for her to taste and use. You want to show some mercy with Hanni, even with her bitchy attitude that makes you want to teach her lesson, you’d still keep the feral beast inside you for now as you don’t want yourself to grow impatient, reminding Hanni on what to really do.
“Show me what those plump lips can do, Hanni—show me what they’re really made of.”
“Yes, professor…” With no time to waste, her soft flesh meets your engorged tip as she sends multiple pecks onto it, from your tip down to the base her actions immediately send waves of pleasure and it's a pandemonium of delight. Sudden surge of pleasure does course down your veins and you can’t help but let out moans that screams volumes of peak delight and gratification with the incredible work of Hanni’s lips marking every inch of your shaft with her touch and she’s barely even doing anything on your cock yet.
Well, you didn’t need to imagine anymore nor Hanni as she envelops her soft lips all over your tip, just pushing it almost the frenulum as she eagerly bobs her head and sucked onto your length like it’s favorite popsicle. With you sitting onto the couch, you may think that Hanni’s struggling a little due to the position but she shows no signs of it as she continues her masterclass of an incredible display of her talented mouth doing wonder all over your length. She definitely knows how to suck a damn cock like yours, even if she said she hasn't had a real one and just done it with her toys makes you think if she’s lying on her teeth but you didn’t mind it as you let do an incredible job between your legs. Inevitably, saliva seeps out at the side of her mouth and onto her chin due to her furious bobbing as it stains the couch and makes it a little wet—adds to the element of a messy, sloppy, and most of all, a great blowjob session.
With now taking more than half of your length everytime she thrusts her mouth on your cock, a gag can be heard resonating around the room as it’s bound to make your arousal soar higher than the heavens, and it absolutely did. She didn’t stop sucking you, moreso, even pull out quickly enough to catch her breath as she gives you the best she could deliver as she’s totally serving the dish hotter than what you expected, all of the elements coming all together in aims to reach a single goal: to make you stimulated enough to blow a healthy, thick load. With her furious bobbing onto your constantly throbbing penis, you grabbed her blonde-highlighted dark streaks as an outlet to fight the constant pleasure you’re experiencing and wanting yourself to give her a treat, you caught her off-guard by simple forcing your entire length down her throat as it hits the back of it, activating her gag reflex and immediately, she forced out of your saliva-sheathed member as she catches her breath in response.
“Wha—What w-was that professor?”
“I just wanted to feel your entire throat and if you can take it whole, Hanni—go on and continue…”
Hanni throwed a slight glare because of your sudden harsh actions towards her but she brushed it off immediately and got back onto sucking your raging length again. This time, it was better considering how she locks eye contact with you periodically, more often that earlier and with a new and a better addition, Hanni’s dainty fingers finding its way to fondle your balls for further stimulation as it became so frequent that you increase the quality and also the volume of your moans and that alone sends Hanni onto a better task at making your brain go haywire.
There’s is no absolute way that this can get any better—Hanni bobbing her up and down furiously as she gags every time she does it, saliva seeping out her mouth and staining the vicinity around her lips, her tears and makeup getting ruined because of her own harsh doings against your length, and the peak of the iceberg is herself in her uniforms which turns you on so fucking much—and there’s nothing you can ask for at this moment. Her pace is just getting ridiculous at this point that it’s all going to get out of hand soon because you’re feeling the familiar sensation growing up in your loins as you have more plans ahead for this girl as the both of you are just starting.
Well, you never knew that a girl in her uniform would make such a blowjob session thrice as hot as you’ve ever thought about and maybe, you just found yourself a new fetish.
“S-Stop, Hanni…” Your pleas fall deaf onto her ears as the sounds of her constant slurping and her sheer focus on sucking you off makes off a wall to refrain herself from any distraction. Gathering up more strength, you raise your voice in hope for her to hear you as you can feel yourself going near that high you’ve been waiting for but you don’t want it deep down her throat.
“I said stop, Pham Hanni!”
Fear took over her as she’s startled and afraid with your tone, immediately stopping and pulling out of your drool-lathered, throbbing length as connections of saliva were evident.
“Did I d-do something wrong, p-professor?” You could feel the fright laced between her words as felt bad and guilty with it, so you reassured her in the nicest way possible as you don’t want this to end so quickly and anti-climactic.
“No—I want my load to be deep in your pussy because girls like you don’t deserve a load deep down their slutty throats…”
“B-But I deserved it!”
“I won’t repeat myself, Hanni.”
You’re not wrong, by any means. If she misbehaved so badly and acted like an unbearable brat earlier, then it’s just fair making her be deprived of your seed. You commanded her to stand up as she did so, and you helped her with that and not so long after, you ordered her again to bend herself over, her hands palmed all over the wall as she gave out an excited look, Hanni anticipating what you may still have in store up your sleeve.
“Do you w-want me to strip off m-my clothing?” Like your growing fetish onto hot and petite girls in uniforms, you can’t be bothered to see her naked as two brilliant things are the reasons: one, she’s still within the school’s premises as you don’t want her to be utterly ruined and naked when the both of you are done and two, you really want to sully her with her uniforms on as it’s such an arousing sight to see her curvature and her impeccable features being complimented by her uniform. With this conclusion, you came up with a single reasoning and replied to her—
“No, I want your uniform stayed on—you’ll look better ruined with those on and look too great on that.”
Hearing this, Hanni’s lips curled up a smirk as she knew how to really turn you on right from the start. She knows her captivating and alluring aura will send down your defenses and will break your stern persona as a professor and given the fact that her in a uniform turns you on even more than what she expected, makes everything better and more arousing. Now, with her unparalleled pleas of needs towards you, you can’t help but feel yourself inching closer towards a heavenly route towards your own sin—and you’re about to take such a bold risk that will define your limits and Hanni’s and it’s all about to break down. With her petite and slender figure bent over and ready for taking, you take a moment to admire her plump cheeks and her beautifully sculpted thighs that it’s in the right amount of thickness. You caress your palm over it as your fingers slowly run over the hem of her white-laced panties, stretching it out a little in order to tease her and not for long, your deftly swiped it down to her ankles as you were met with her glistening, needy cunt that’s already dripping and you don’t know when it started.
With that desired treasure within your reach, you’re in no state to not dive into it yet your conscience fights with you but you manage to calm it down as you fully indulge on your own needs and immediately, you plunge your length in her with a harsh grip on her thighs as a leverage and god, her moans are basically the purest and the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard in your entire life—such sultriness and sweetness behind her lustful needs makes it such a great symphony to listen as rhapsodies of her delighted feelings escapes her mouth, further muttering such lovely moans that greatly fueled your lust over her.
You know this is wrong—so besmirching yet you’re at the point of no-return and just finding yourself being lured deeply into the abyss of your primal desires.
“God—p-professor—your cock—oh, it’s so big and n-nice up my tight, l-little cunt!”
“You’re t-tight as fuck too, Hanni—let me guess though—” You then inch closer towards her ear and fixed her hair as some of it falls back onto the other side as you muttered, “—you’ve tried shoving up your toys in this tight pussy, isn’t it?”
Hanni’s already at her vulnerable point as she can’t think of any articulate response rather than moaning in need yet she manages to fight through it, uttering a reply before she can let out her lustful profanities again. “Y-Yes—yes, professor! I l-love playing w-with my toys that’s why—fuck, so good!”
As you ensue such powerful yet slow thrusts, Hanni can’t help but voice out her satisfaction each time you do it as her thighs jiggling in response to your harsh movements is bringing you into a hypnotic trance. With her delectable buttcheeks being a victim of such vibrations due to your constant ramming of her cunt and with that such, you gave her a single spank that reverberated around the room and Hanni herself cried in intense pleasure because of it. With such an incredibly hot sight of Hanni in her uniform, getting railed from behind, you can’t help but make yourself unable to maintain the pace even if you wanted it slow with Hanni and you didn’t last long and gave in to your primal instincts and let your hips do the work.
Your new profound pace makes Hanni writhe as her fist forms tight curls from the constant course of pleasure running down her veins, making her stimulated enough to drip around your ravaging member and onto the floor, staining it with her own succulent juices. Your hands now averted its attention towards her shoulders and then her perky mounds in which you slowly groped, and fondled them carefully while still maintaining a breakneck pace that’s been forming such heavenly clouds of gratification that makes the best for both worlds. She lets out a series of satisfied moans, but this time, it’s more sultry and more of a whimper in your words as your intimate actions brings her closer onto her own promised land.
It was the same words uttered earlier and until now, and you’ll never get tired of it and will even make her a ruined mess that can only moan such lifeless syllables full of lust. With your relentless pace and such stimulating actions onto her small mounds, you further make it worth her while as you kiss her nape and suckled onto the porcelain skin, making her feel cherished and treasured as it’s all just becoming too much for Hanni that she’s unable to control herself, vulnerable on writhing unstoppably as the quivering of thighs would be a reasonable evidence to start with.
If this is what Hanni wanted at the very start, then she’ll get what she wanted—not because she solely deserved this, yet.
“Is this what you wanted, hm, Hanni? You really decided to dress like this to lure me in—well, you fucking got it because—” You keep fucking her steady as she cries from the stimulating actions your hips has been oscillating as her tumultuous mouth letting out the most lustful profanities are coming into a halt. “—I’ll destroy this pussy and fill you up like a good fucking girl and to teach you a fucking lesson!”
With the venom laced being thrown at her, unlocking the pure devilish deeds in you and putting your merciful façade onto its unfortunate demise, you let yourself be unshackled from the restraints you’ve been cursing yourself onto and rammed her tight, wet cunt like there’s no tomorrow. You gave her nothing but a lightning pace as each thrust aims to break her in half, teaching her a lesson and as the cherry on top, to fuck that living bratty and bitchy attitude out of her. Now grabbing the tie that has been an absolute iconic element of her outfit, you used it as a collar for a leverage to further fuck her into oblivion and with this pace, it isn’t going to be long before Hanni meets the end of the line, setting herself up to the top step of absolute lust and peak quality of pleasure—the long-awaited orgasmic trance of Hanni.
You know how close she is with the constant pulsations of her pussy around your ravaging length as you muster up the fastest pace your hips can do just to chase her orgasm further and with an ear-screeching scream of ecstasy, she announces her anticipated high.
“Oh god—I’m g-gonna—fuck—gonna cum on y-your cock, professor! Holy sh—shit!”
“Do it, Pham Hanni—cum on my cock like a good, pretty girl.”
With the last string of her defense now cut down, streams and streams of her nectar flow around your cock as she catches her breath everytime she lets out rounds of such an intense orgasmic high. You didn’t stop your thrusts though, yet you slow down to give her a breather but she looks back at you, wanting you to fully ravage her tight cunt even with her current state. Marking that as a green, you further resume your frantic pace as the wet squelching of her pussy and the constant clashing of both your drenched bodies became an arousing sound to hear as it draws you further to your own peak, inching it closer yet you fight it in order to savor the tight feeling and an ecstatic clenching of her velvety walls around your throbbing shaft. You support Hanni with your muscular arms as you can see how her orgasm depleted a chunk of her energy as her hands became weak, unable to full grip onto the walls as she just became a lifeless form capable of just uttering the most erotic syllables known to man and god, it’s even drawing you closer to the edge as it stimulates you into oblivion, and can’t draw back.
Chasing your own high as you want it as soon as possible, you use her body like you have something to prove to her as you train her with the aims to derive the best pleasure out of it and Hanni’s, too. Even with the orgasm-drunken state of Hanni, she’s able to encourage you to further release in her as she wiggles her bubble butt leisurely, wanting to get off yourself too as her voice captivates you and lures you deep on your darkest, lustful desires.
“Come o-on, professor—use m-my cunt and cum i-in me—please, I w-want it! I’m s-safe so you don’t need t-to worry—ahh—a-about me!”
Your eyebrows furrowed, reluctant with that approach that you may do the unthinkable but yet find yourself thrusting harder and faster, “Are y-you sure, Hanni?”
“Yes! Yes, p-professor—so please, I w-want your load d-deep inside me…”
With Hanni’s reassurance and her further encouragement for your long-awaited release, you trust her as you give her wet, tight walls the final thrusts it deserves as she constantly clenches with your pace, unable to control herself from it as you gave in.
“God—I’m gonna cum so hard in you, Pham Hanni!”
And then, your final blow decimates the last standing defense within you as your euphorically groaned and shoot spurts and spurts of your treasured load deep inside her cunt as you bury your whole length in her, in aims to fill her up to the womb as she lets out such ecstatic moans with the warmth inside her painting every inch of her walls white with your seed. Your initial response after a mind-bending orgasm that lasted for like fifteen seconds is to pull out slowly and admire the creamy mess you made inside her emanating heat, as the both of you let out such exasperated breaths after a steamy session that no one can possibly top off. Hanni becomes weak as her legs got a little wobbly from your aggressive actions, sitting down slowly at the floor and recovering herself from the earlier euphoric trance and so did you, letting your cock soften as it twitches in need but you didn’t mind anything and take some time to recover.
“Oh my—you came so much in me, professor…” Hanni lightly laughs as it’s contagious, laughing with her and smiling right after, knowing how satisfied she is as much as you did.
“You too—I could literally feel a faucet leaking out of me when you came.” Hanni blushes from your reply as her hands come down to the hem of her panties, pulling it up as some of your semen leaked out and stained her thighs.
Awkward silence ensues right after as both parties slowly descend into recovery, catching breaths and reminiscing—maybe comprehending too—such remarkable moments throughout the intense session of such intimate sex.
“Oh gosh—well, y-you proved your point already, professor.” Your face paints a confused one as you vaguely remember what she could be talking about.
“Of what, Hanni.”
“Of teaching me a lesson, professor. Would definitely follow your orders from now on.”
You faintly smile from her possibly sarcastic ways of a response of your “discipline” but you can sense the sincerity deep within her despite her unfathomable attitude.
“You know, we should clean up and fix ourselves, Hanni.”
The both of you then hurriedly got up as you helped Hanni since her legs are weaker right now (but it’s in a state where she can still walk) thanks to your constant ramming at her cunt for like umpteenth times. The both of you fix yourselves and become more presentable and as she’s about to leave, you chat with her for a short while and then waved goodbye at each other but now, both of your faces emanate delight and comfort.
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As Hanni is walking her way down towards her friends who've been waiting for forever, probably in the school’s canteen, she notices a small note stitched onto her backpack that says, “Thanks for that, Hanni. I’ll be calling you later for something… :)”
Knowing that it’s from you, she can’t help but smile as it went all troublesome but in the end, it all fell down onto curiosity and possibly, a stronger connection.
A/N: orenjideul! i'm back with some mayhaps kinda late kyujin birthday fic! this is something different from before and i hope you just enjoy reading this!
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So, here’s the situation: Kyujin needs you to come to her place and it’s urgent, for reasons undefined, yet.
Exactly half an hour ago, you’re just minding your business with the plethora of groceries in your cart when your phone vibrates and sees her name and that text that makes you exhilarated all of a sudden.
jangkyukyu at 16:51 - “please come over, daddy”
jangkyukyu at 16:51 - “i have a surprise for you ;)”
Just with her messages alone, rekindles something familiar within you, and it’s just going to go downhill from there.
Kyujin knows her grip onto you every damn time she messages you something inviting or suggestive like this—you’re fathomably predictable, and she knows that you can’t resist her no matter what you do.
You love her too much and the feelings are mutual, but whatever she’s hinting at is something you’re always excited about, as the anticipation clearly gets ahead of you.
But right now, you're here, and you clearly don’t need to anticipate anymore, because that headspace was minutes and minutes ago.
It’s also the fact that you can sense her in front of you, head into the game as you could just imagine what she has in store for you, and what she looks like outside your frustrating blindfold.
The hindrance falls short and results in a halt, as her faint voice calls you.
“Take it off now, daddy.” So you did, and you’re flabbergasted.
The sight alone is immaculate, the epitome of perfection as Kyujin was at the top of the game—your eyes immediately land towards her figure, and oh it’s so sinful down to every inch.
She flaunts her full body in display for you and god, that tent in your boxers is aching to be released.
You sit back and gawk over every inch and every element is just right: those cat-ears headbands firmly tucked behind her hair, the white lingerie over her that perfect accentuates her slender figure (not to mention the straps over her midriff too, diabolically hot), those white stockings that just fits perfectly on her thighs, bright-colored stiletto heels, that cat-tail buttplug that she’s been dying to wear ever since she mentioned it weeks ago and the best part of the shot, that damn collar her neck that’s pretty slim to be called as one.
Genuinely, this is the most seductive and the hottest sight your eyes have laid upon and you’re savoring every second, incredibly in awe of how perfect Kyujin could be.
“I guess you love it, daddy—been looking at me for some while now.”
“Yes I fucking do, Kyujin.” You keep yourself seated, as Kyujin walks closer to you, getting herself comfortable for the position she will do.
“You do, daddy?”
“Yes, god—you’re actually the prettiest girl on this planet I swear.” Your words make Kyujin blush, a smile curling up your face as you support her legs once she straddles you, and at your end, you need her so much that you’re ultimately and instinctively greedy, hands roaming around where her weakness is.
“Did this for you—need to kiss you now, daddy.”
She doesn’t need to ask because you’re ahead and she’s clearly insatiable enough for you to advance towards the unthinkable. You pull Kyujin into a deep kiss, not that passionate and sloppy as you immediately find your lips pecking the pristine skin of her neck, suckling on it as your hands roam around her soft, scrumptious ass which makes her moan softly, wanton-filled.
“Daddy…” She averts her attention towards the growing tent between your thighs, her hands skating around your clothed chest as she unbuttons your top precisely. “Kiss me more—want to feel how great you kiss me.”
“Yeah, don’t worry, Kyujin.” You’re grasping her ass with a firm grip as you continue your worshipping advances, peppering her shoulders then her lips with pecks that show how much you yearn for her. “I’ll probably kiss you until my lips go numb.”
And you just continue to do what you’re best at, and Kyujin’s that good girl, taking everything incredibly well.
Her hands continue her advances towards your chest as she moans out your name whenever you kiss the vicinity of her neck, and it’s such a cute sight to see such a sinful Kyujin be reduced into a whimpering, adorable mess under your control. She’s so small that you could probably carry her right now and pin her against the bed to continue what’s clouding your mind but no, you really want to appreciate every inch of hers and your lips are fulfilling that wish.
“God, daddy.” Her lips are quivering, eliciting dying moans of need as your lips finds her porcelain skin repeatedly, suckling onto the succulence as you can feel the familiar wetness seeping onto her crotch (it doesn’t help that her lingerie is brightly-colored that you can already see how wet she is becoming). “I n-need something from you—ohh…”
That piques your interest, all ears on what Kyujin might propose to you. “Go ahead, Kyujin—we have all day here.”
“Need to f-feel you badly, daddy. Need it so bad…” You know what she’s referring to as the growing tent in your pants grows harder, and you’re dying to just take it off and fuck her into incoherence but you play along, wanting her to learn patience despite your growing insatiability to her.
“Need what, specifically, hm? Speak up, darling.” Kyujin whines as she keeps grinding onto you, and it’s euphoric on how great her hips move against you. You support her straddling figure with her hands on her plump cheeks still, feeling her tiny frame be a mere weight against you as you marvel with her growing need, evident with those glistening eyes of lust from hers.
“Daddy—need your cock badly. I need to t-taste it, please—fuck…” Her pleading continuously like this is just your hidden guilty pleasure, and her bane. But ultimately, you want to test the waters down below before diving in, and you have specific thoughts in your mind that need execution.
“I would want that, darling, but—” There’s that pronoun she hates to hear, a condition she’ll be fulfilling for you because she’s always that good girl for you, and you love that from her. “—I need to do something for you first.”
Kyujin raises an eyebrow, anticipating what you may do as she keeps her eyes in contact with yours. “What is it, da—oh! Oh my fucking god, daddy.”
Her eloquence is short-lived when your fingers roam around her dripping cunt, evidently wet against the beautiful fabric of her panties.
She chokes, cries for you but the constant dexterity sends her into submission, as she’s enervated to move anywhere but her hips.
“Kyujin.” You remind her, prompting her to something she would always comply with. “Stay steady and let me finger your cunt.”
She smiles right after, all ears for you as she relaxes herself, putting her hands on your shoulders and listening to whatever you command her. She eases up her body as she takes your fingers inside her constricting cunt, moaning wantonly as you assess the state she’s in right now, and she’s giving in slowly and you can sense.
“God, darling—how are you this fucking wet already? It’s just my fingers, oh my god.” You marvel with the unfathomable drench below her tight tummy, her slit leaking on your fingers as you keep thrusting in her, pushing her onto the edge and even flicking her clit as the cherry on top. “You really yearn for my cock, do you?”
The fabric is a mere distraction on your fingers, not when it’s set aside to the point where it almost tears it all up and you can’t just hide the fact that you want her badly, that you’re testing her limits and what she can take all thanks to you.
Also, your questions towards Kyujin is a no-brainer, as she’s as straightforward as she can get.
“I need it, daddy.” Her head hangs inches away from your face, as you kiss her earlobe just to amplify the gratification she’s feeling. “More than anything, please…”
That plea of hers makes you twitch on your trousers and god, she is definitely testing you and inviting you to just give her what she wants.
But then, good girls obey orders, and she ultimately is one.
“Darling, I need you to do something for me first.” You’re finger repetitively fingerfucking her to the fullest, feeling rivulets drenching your digits as she stares at you with carnal need, anticipating what you may say.
“Daddy—fuck, w-what is it?”
You’re pace is rapid and you know how sensitive and close she is, and you know she can’t hold it anymore. “Cum for me, my precious kitty—cum for daddy.”
She doesn’t flinch, nor a single respite as she undergoes her own elation—it was quick from her but you didn’t care, you need to make her feel special in every second you serve her.
But right now, you’re too frustrated to do that because of the growing monster beneath your pants (rawr: in your headspace).
You know how this goes and Kyujin’s bright mind, still a little clouded with her orgasm, knows what to do, so she gets off her position and gets on her knees.
God, she looks great when she’s vulnerable and submissive like this.
“Fuck—you’re good at that, darling.” She really is, as she’s that one-in-a-million girl whose talent you’ll appreciate and never let go. Her hands unbuckle the strap and so are the other garments, undressed swiftly and with precision.
It’s just the last bit of defense against her grand prize, and her profound movements give you a gist on what she’s up to—she’s teasing you near your boiling point, and she’s fiddling onto that limit of yours.
You fucking need to feel her mouth now and she can sense it with the way you’re refusing to look at her, feeling the pleasure even without her hands onto the main event yet.
Thankfully, the frustrating restraints are off and god, she looks splendid with a cock near her mouth—genuinely pornographic yet encapsulated with such beauty no one can ever match.
“Fucking hell, Kyujin.” You whisper and she already knows your weak spots and that’s lethal enough for you to handle. You love the thrill and the will to combat the pleasure with your own semblance of control, even if it’s crumbling down to submission or in its all-time strength, you will find authority.
You’re determined to be one because Kyujin wants that, and you’re not disappointing her.
But seriously, it’s only been at least fifteen seconds of her mouth meeting your tip and you’re practically shaking in pleasure.
You still feign your authority, even though the defenses in you slowly crumble.
“Am I doing good, daddy?” You know Kyujin is just asking that to seek validation, intents in the likes of rhetoricism.
But you have tricks in your sleeve to paint that certain expression of hers that you like her to tease with.
“No.” She frowns, continuously licking your slit with profound fervor, knowing that your words are genuine.
“Oh—what did I do wro—”
“You’re doing fucking spectacular right now, dear—keep going for me.” The sudden shift makes her smile as you chuckle a little, but not before eliciting a moan as her lips envelop your sensitive tip.
The sight is pretty adorable to say the least—disregarding the beauty of her face being disheveled due to her own hunger on your cock, her pouting in disbelief paints a smile on your face as you always love teasing her, even in moments like this.
But Kyujin doesn’t stop, not when she’s depraved for such a wonderful mast that she’s savoring every inch and second she invests towards you. She just appreciates every inch, kissing on it as she tells you how thankful she is for this opportunity and you’re just there, smiling like an idiot and caressing her hair leisurely.
“I’d never get tired worshipping your cock, daddy.” A peck on your base comes right after as she dives into the action, divulging how much she needed you.
Talent remains evident, her tongue dancing around your length as she takes you halfway, lips enveloping with a tight suction. Her hands roam on your thighs as you relax and let yourself loose for her, savoring the pleasure as you’re enamored with the beauty of filth.
The plastered drool around your cock when she pulls out is just diabolical, her expressions enough to make you twitch as her hand now grasps your base as she sucks on you like a lollipop.
“Getting ahead of ourselves right now, hm, dear?”
Kyujin paints a puzzle face, possibly hesitant to assume what she had in mind knowing your past ambiguity. “What do you mean, daddy?”
“Why the cat ears? Wanting to try something special?” You grunt slightly right after, utterly interested in what sparked her mind to try such an inviting fit.
“I always thought you loved the idea of me dressed as a pet.” She slobbers continuously over your length, sheathed with her drool as her tongue dances over your tip while she talks with her mouth full of cock. “So—mmfh—I rwlly—really wanted to dress like daddy’s slutty, obedient catgirl.”
Now that you’re enlightened, you can’t help but flash that grin because of her efforts and she ultimately knows your Achilles’ heel—with such a seductive vision coming into life, you can't help but rank this up on the greats.
Kyujin is just relentless right now, proving her talent and your time truly treasuring its worth, as she doesn’t keep anything idle. Whenever she pulls out to appreciate your balls and play with them, she continues pumping you with a pace tolerable, then when she sucks you off, her hands fondling those valuable reservoirs of yours gently.
Also, the sight of her figure just staying there, her head bobbing moderately with those cat ears on her head being the cherry on top is just truly insane, a view to savor for eons to come.
“God—what the fuck, Kyuj—holy shit, darling—you’re doing so good for daddy.” The praise strokes her gently, and those are just fuel as she keeps the pleasure in an all-time high, and you’re inching closer to that elated state.
But you have other plans for her, and it’ll be messier than this.
Sure, you want your load into her mouth, deposited right to her stomach or to paint that pretty face of hers, you just can’t hide the fact that you truly need to fuck her right now, and you’re not sugarcoating anything anymore.
“Kyuj—dear, rise up.” This earns a pout from the disheveled girl, her bright mind sensing that you wanted to do something and not the fact that she didn’t do great—you’ll just be incredibly stupid to think she didn’t excel here.
“I guess daddy wants to fuck her slutty pet…”
“I fucking do.” You get yourself out of the chair, prompting her to do something as you’re incredibly yearning to feel Kyujin. “Now, will you get all on fours on the bed, please, dear?”
She obliges and god, her outfit compliment her legs and her ass in this lingerie is such a hot sight that you just can’t help but gawk over it—her arching her back a little when she’s in position and wiggling her backside is just the final straw, and you need to do something right now.
You just can’t deal with your clothing being dressed onto yours anymore, peeling it off yourself as quickly as you can while savoring the obscene angle Kyujin has mounted herself onto.
“Please, daddy.” She looks behind her shoulder, flaunting her ass up as she caresses the soft mattress, waiting for what you will do to her. “I’ve been great—please treat your kitten like something you always wanted to do.”
Her way of words never disappoints, and you love the absolute madness and filthiness of each dropped syllable. Your cock is throbbing relentlessly, furiously wanting her bad with the scene presented in front of you—such an immaculate figure clothed so sinfully, ass up for you and such a fluffy tail is the cherry on top.
You mount near her, your hands finding the softness of her ass as you grip on it, and then teased your leaking cock over her clothed crotch.
“May I?” You ask Kyujin, repeatedly whining as you hint your tip over her drenched cunt over the fabric.
She just nods looking back, then gets herself ready for what’s about to take place.
Like a good girl.
The panties are practically drenched beyond saving, pulling it down and towards her knees, and god, the sight is downright depraved, utterly vitiated all thanks to you—the hint of that gray metal of her plug connected that fluffy tail just hints the contradiction, and it’s all too well.
You swipe your digits over her drenched lips as you earn a whine coming out of her lips. She knows that you can’t take it anymore, getting rid of the foreplay or anything in the like, but just go and do what she wants you to do.
Kyujin senses it, and your tip meeting the heat of her cunt was the last fucking straw.
She keens when you plunge the tip onto her overwhelming snugness, earning moans of approval and need out of her lips. The repeated calls of your name was just eargasmic as she forms fists onto the sheets, bracing every inch of you invading the walls of her tight pussy.
“Fucking tight, as always—shit.”
“Daddy, please—” Kyujin pleads to you as you elicit more ragged breaths, ensuing a turtle’s pace over her cunt for now as you make herself accustomed to your length for the time being. “—please f-fuck me real good.”
Whenever she feels submissive and utterly helpless, she begs and that’s music to your ears. With just a constant pace onto her pussy, you can’t help but marvel at how great her ass ripples every time, spanking the flesh harshly as the pain stings and is elicited.
“Ow! Oh my fucking god—daddy, please…” You’re just orchestrating a gradual pace right now, exponentially getting faster as the moans that form are more carnal, making you throb more.
Yet with this state of elation and pure flow of steady rhythm, you can’t help but think that something is missing, and it’s something she likes too.
“Wait—wha—what a-are you doing, daddy?” Kyujin whines, feeling herself being edged and empty as you do the unthinkable. “Why’d you pull out?”
You don’t want to, but you have a better idea that will enlighten her fully, because she never sees this coming.
Those fluffy, circular culprits stem the urge for you to go further with the kinks, and with such control that she wants, you know she’ll lose her shit.
“Wait—oh, daddy… You’re so naughty for your kitten…”
“Really am.” You’re no stranger in these cuffs, having done this before with her as you tease your tip onto her waiting lips, making her squirm. “Now, your hands behind your back please.”
Now with such vulnerability, she can’t help but voice out how she wants you to control her, dictate how she feels in the long run and how bad you want her.
“Gosh, daddy—really love cuffing your lovely slut, hm? Please fuck me up, daddy!” You will, and you’re not wasting any second because as soon as the cuffs clicked and locked in place, you inserted your length in her once again.
With Kyujin’s flexibility and strength still evident on her thighs, she lifts herself up enough to keep herself steady, a great angle for such diabolical pistoning at your end.
The chains of her collar rests onto her back, meeting the fluffy ends of her tail as you grasp it, making sure that you’re utilizing what you’re able to grasp and see. She yelps every time you bury your cock deep inside her velvety walls, seeing the repeated constrictions of her puckered hole around the metallic bud as the cherry on top which you ultimately love. Her moans restrict whenever you pull the leash, and she just laughs it out and moans how great your roughness is currently, and her words are just fuel to the fire at this point.
“Fu—uck—oh, shit—daddy! Fucking u-use me!”
“That’s my good fucking kitten.” You keep your firm grip on the handle, your other hand grasping her right hip as you pound her right, pace now relentless now with the constant urges she had morphed yourself into.
You’re now pounding her into total incoherence, and this is only the beginning.
But then, she remains sturdy and able to elicit those beautiful moans out of her mouth, legs squatting for you to be taken with your entirety, and that filthy mouth of hers.
“Dadd—y—oh fuck, I like it when y-you choke me—holy shit…”
“I know you do, kitten.” You grit your teeth as you exaggerate your thrusts, giving her what she deserves and facing her the fact of her sluttiness and yearning for you and your treasured dick. “Fuck, you’re getting tighter—guess you want me to call you that, huh?”
Guess you found the right name, and she’s borderline crying because of the pleasure and how badly she wants to be called as that.
“Yes, d-daddy.” She winces and hisses when you spank her, wrists flailing as the pleasure gets her going, uttering words as she’s still thankfully coherent. “Fucking l-love it when you—fuck, call me a kitten.”
That’s the groove, and you’re dancing with the devil.
Your hips oscillate at a ruthless pace, Kyujin’s moans and the repeated clashing of bodies are orchestrated to bless your ears, not to mention the squelching of her cunt due to the juices that’s seeping out of her tightness. Her thighs shiver, lips quivering to the roughness that’s being brought to her, and with no semblance of control, she can just take you all, like the good kitten that she is.
“Look at you already creaming on my cock.” She doesn’t give a compliment or the opposite, but it wouldn’t matter because she’s just taking you so well all that you can mouth is how great she possibly feels and the walls of her pussy. “Such a good, genuine slut for me, kitten.”
“Fuck! I am—I a-am your g-good kitten—oh god!” The reciprocation is audible, and it’s a rhythm in your ears you’ll always treasure. Her head yanks up every time you pull the leash towards you, and that earns that wicked smirk on your face, satisfied on the right roughness you’re bestowing her.
Surprisingly, the headband still clings for dear life onto her silken hair, tucked firmly behind her ear despite the onslaught of rough thrusts she’s taking. The sigh alone is worth a marvel, a blessing to savor as every detail is just beautiful up to the miniscule.
How could you not? Not when her back tenses with your actions, her pussy squelching as her nectar drips over the sheets, her thighs rippling and trembling due to you, her lingerie a perfect fit on her slender body, her hips and her ass hinting a rosy hue, the collar fitting perfectly around her neck, those cat ears a balance to such debauched sight and that tail of hers that’s a mere distraction as you’re fucking her with all your might, adding up the scenic beauty of her.
This is a sight to die for, and you’re absolutely living in it.
“Da—daddy, fuck—can’t t-take it anymore…” It’s bound to happen, as you let go of the leash and leaned over her, fucking her deeper and letting yoir voice tickle her ear.
“Then go, kitten.” You snarl as you keep the pace going, not giving her a millisecond to recover. “Cum on this cock.”
She does immediately, and it’s an utter mess all throughout.
There’s no respite, fucking her through her orgasm as she chants your name like a ritual, summoning the devil in you to totally wreck her in half.
You gradually slow down, not wanting her to pass out due to sheer overstimulation but still buried inside her, your hands supporting her shivering body that’s precarious due to the elation knocking down her walls.
“Good fucking kitten.” You hiss on Kyujin’s ear, earning a gulp from her and that beautiful smile from her lips as your praise is the cause.
You’re just buried inside her, immobile as she whines with the girth invading her walls thoroughly. Of course, girls like her at this moment crave for something special, like a reward they deserve as soon as the second of such filthy sex commences.
Those lips part, and she’s vocal with what she wants.
“Isn’t daddy close? You must be so close, daddy~” Kyujin’s tone laces need, the utter epitome of yearning for your cum for so long and her inviting voice alone makes you throb repeatedly.
You inevitably start your hips again and this time, you’re not holding back. Your hand ultimately grasps her hips with a grip that borderline leaves a bruise because of how you’re grappling it. The other isn’t so idle either, and even the best contributor to the mess Kyujin’s brain is currently experiencing as you pump her asshole with the tail plug that’s been keeping her tightest hole gaped.
Kyujin whimpers against you, having that modicum of patience left as you keep her holes filled and busy, all thanks to you.
If Kyujin can see your face contorting to the sheer pleasure her pussy brings, the candor is evident—you’re fucking close and not playing around anymore because she always love hearing how near you always are.
You’re not lasting a minute in her snugness.
“Gonna fucking cum, kitten—right to this tight, little pussy of yours.” She can’t control herself anymore and with your words, she’s a whimpering mess. You keep yourself steady, fucking her ultimately until she speaks volumes are you’re losing it.
“Please cum, daddy—” Kyujin is pleading, a pathetic tone just to earn what she deserves right up her womb. “—I c-can’t—please cum inside m-me, daddy!”
You enter the promised land, sinking deeper as you submerge into that euphoric state, depositing everything as you keep yourself sinked in her.
It goes straight towards where it belongs, filling her up to the brim as you squirm from the multiple spurts you filled her.
Hell, maybe you’ve possibly fucked a baby into her and you’d never know—the thrill is fun, but she possibly has planned this ahead.
“Fuck—that was—oh shit, you f-filled me up, daddy…” She rests her head against the mattress, her body relaxing over its comfort as she keeps her arch evident, ass up for you to marvel and drool on.
You eventually pulled out and fuck, you’re still throbbing seeing that freshly-fucked cunt dripping with your treasured cum, and you know what to do after this.
“You’ve been so great, kitten.” The immediate swipe of your digits gets her keening, lifting her head just for you to hear her moans as you scoop samples. "Here's a reward for you. Don’t waste it.”
“Yes, daddy.” She just takes it, no questions asked.
Kyujin fervorly sucks your digits sheathed with your semen, tongue swirling over it as she hums due to the satisfaction, a delectable treat tasted after such deprivation.
“Such a good kitten, huh?” She nods, as you uncuff her wrists and let her body rest against the mattress after such a rough session.
“You know that I’m still not done with you, right, kitten?” You yearn for her answer, towering over her exasperated frame as she recovers as fast as possible.
“Yes, daddy—you promised me that you will leave a load somewhere…”
That raises your eyebrows, interest piqued as you vaguely remember what the promise was but it’s surely as filthy as this. “Really? Enlighten me then..”
“You promised to leave a load on or in me after breeding me before—didn’t put some effort into wearing this without something in return…” There’s this hint of entitlement here, and as much as you want to put her in her place and remind her of something, her proposition is too inviting.
First of all, you did promise her that: going in lengths just to fulfill what she needs and even over your limits.
But what’s genuinely surprising is her fit for you to swoon and drool all over, and that’s why you adore the element of surprise.
“Right, and I dearly appreciate this, kitten, so do what you need to do.” She’s too delectable to let yourself be hindered from such a filthy round with her, and with her on all fours yet again and that beautiful face inviting you to do what you’re best at, you can’t simply resist.
Kyujin wiggles her ass as an invitation, as the sight of your load dripping between her thighs just releases those animalistic urges in you to go ballistic over her but you remain composed for an ephemeral amount of time. You work on her tail, teasing the metallic culprit down below as you thrust the metal criminally slow, and she’s already quivering.
“Daddy’s such a tease…” She moans out the pleasure right after, swiping your finger over her leaking cunt as you keep herself accustomed to what will invade her tightness soon, and the already-lubed plug aids her and introduces her to such wonders.
“It’s important, kitten.” Your circle the pivot of where the fur and the metal meets, earning those sultry cries from her mouth as you lean forward, inches away from ear as you whisper, “And you love whenever I tease you like this.”
Even if she denies it, her body says otherwise. She loves being taken care of and showing her what it feels like without overstimulating her so suddenly.
Because after all, she’s the best girl you’ve ever met and the best kitten when in bed.
Gonna make her purr—
“There you go.” You push the plug further, making her writhe with the feeling, succumbing to the euphoria it brings as your other hand dances around the lips of her filled pussy. “Keep moaning for me, kitten—such a good fucking girl, you are.”
Your words make her sensibly yearn for your cock once again, and with your constant teases and that longing control fading away as she gets too bearable to just stuck her with this for more minutes, you can’t take it anymore and neither does she.
As you command her to ease her anal muscles up, you prepare to pull out the plug as she voices something similar to your interest. “Daddy, do you remember the stuff you say whenever we do anal sex?”
You quite have the grip of that and yet again, you’re unsure but this time, you’re sincere since there’s a lot of things you could’ve said before. “What is it, kitten?”
Kyujin looks back, not with that smirk on her face as she states the obvious. “That you always wanna paint my face after fucking my ass or something in the like… y’know how bad that turns me on, daddy.”
Maybe she made that up, or it’s true based on the four times you’ve had this similar situation (not including this one), but you didn’t care to think much with your brain, but with such an irresistible sight in front of you, your cock does the thinking.
“If that’s what you want.” You eye her gaping hole, reach for the lube that’s near the drawer behind you and lathered a copious amount on your length before doing such a feverish act. “Behave well for me and I’ll paint your pretty face, kitten.”
Even with the dim, fluorescent lights emanating over the both of you, you can see the glint on her eyes once you said that. Thank the heavens above for such an amazing build from Kyujin, as the architecture of her legs stays sturdy, on all fours as you mouth yourself ready to plunge it in slowly and when you do, she buries her head onto the mattress, knees buckling.
“Fucking hell—still grips tight as fuck.” The grunts that follow right after are inevitable, as you push yourself deeper into Kyujin’s snug walls and her wanting more.
“God—fuck, daddy—” Her breaths are ragged, almost crying as the tightness overwhelms her but she still helps you out, and even with the help of the plug, she’s still as tight as a vacuum. “—push it in, I c-can take it…”
That’s the green light and you slowly invade the entirety of her ass, and it’s unreal how it truly feels around your pulsing length. You leisurely make Kyujin take it, let her be accustomed to your entire length as she eases her muscles for comfort, and everything is just going well as it should be.
“Daddy’s gonna split m-me open—oh fuck, daddy, it’s so big in my ass—god!”
“Take it easy, kitten.” You stroke her hair to reassure her, as you resume snapping your hips to her liking. “Gotta start slow, okay?”
So you did, a snail’s pace in her ass as she savors every second of your invasion and the ruined sight in front of you is just carnal fuel. She still maintains that cat-like facade for you, willing to be into the play and letting you experience her capabilities right off the bat.
All throughout the half an hour of such filth, she’s doing so well and the genuine fruition with her, and you can’t ask for anything more. You’ll never get tired of peppering her with kisses, back tensing as you move your length ever-so-slightly, and those endless stream of compliments that always makes her feel special and that familiar rosy hue hinting on her cheeks. As time runs, you impale her slowly and move even more, and she’s whining, clearly whining for more which is evident with the tone of her voice.
God, you can just imagine how pretty and inviting her face must be diving into such a plethora of pleasure.
“I c-can take more, daddy—” Kyujin enlightens you with a green light, and with her assurance, you aren’t a stranger to how these things go. “—do it—fuck me like h-how you always wanted it!”
The demand laced in her voice says a lot, even though it’s slightly muffled as you begin moving with such confidence, a moderate pace enough for the both of you to feel elevated.
Her gaping hole craves for you, as it feels like a magnet whenever you thrust into her, onto the limit as suction is the pleasurable it has ever been, and it’s always fucking up with your brain’s chemistry—it’s a poison you’re addicted to, and it’s mutual with hers. The sensations are far too good to be true, especially when your balls slap against her wet lips and her hole constricts tighter with the feeling of such mere contact onto her sensitive cunt. Your persistent throbs against her tight asshole sends a message, and she likes how she always makes you feel the utmost euphoria, and your seeping animalistic urges slowly going down onto that filthy route. You grasp onto her hips firmly, pistoning yourself to truly let her feel how bad you’ve been wanting her ass as she remains steady, on all fours albeit quivering due to your reckless acts on her ass.
“Fuck—please, d-daddy—more! Gape me o-open!” Kyujin’s pleas are a chant in your, following those defiled moans that completes the symphony. Her sounds just ignites you to chase that high of yours, fucking her faster and letting her asshole take what you can give her, and you’re fulfilling what she wants for the umpteenth time.
“What if I just—fuck—like, fill this ass up?” You grit your teeth right after, continuing your pace as the resonating sounds of her cheeks meeting yours makes you throb, inching closer towards that promised state. “You wouldn’t m-mind that, do you, kitten?”
It doesn’t register within her answer so coherently and immediately, and you spanking on her butt harshly and deftly fingering her doesn’t help, even with such a reduced pace in your thrusts.
Kyujin whimpers and moans in return, and you’re not satisfied. “Kitten, answer daddy’s question.”
It’s stern and it barely registers in her with the current stimulation, but her current state etches a smile on your lips. “W-what question, daddy—fuck!”
You smack her again, and ultimately give her mercy because she’s been such a good kitten for you, and she deserves the best of treatment.
“I said—” You lean down, your body resting against her back as you whisper in her ear, continuing your thrusts. “—you don’t mind me filling up this tight ass, won’t you, kitten?”
You kiss Kyujin’s nape, earning a moan from her as your hands grasp her tits against the white lingerie still fitted perfectly on her body and go down onto teasing her abs as the cherry on top. She manages to utter an answer, but not without broken melodies and discordant sounds of pleas.
“God—please—fuck, I d-don’t care anymore, daddy—” Kyujin pulls you into a kiss as you eagerly reciprocated, letting her know how much you fucking want her and you let her finish what plea she may utter. “—but as l-long as—oh god—I feel your cum, t-then it’s good…”
You continue pumping her and you’re at your wit’s end with the ability to last any longer than a minute. With her debauched sight, heavenly moans, and what she wants from you, you’d ultimately bless her with another reward.
Your cadence falls a little dissonant, grunting in every thrust as you continue to play with her tits on the fabric and kneading her cheeks to turn you on even more.
Right now, you’re going to erupt strongly and Kyujin’s ass vice grip would be the culprit.
“Gonna fucking cum so deep in you, kitten—” You lick her ear, continuing a strong pace as you pound her into oblivion. “—and you'll store it in your ass like a good girl, do you understand?”
Kyujin faces back, nodding her head and with her frame taking you all with great semblance of control and composure—even with her shivering thighs and possibly weak knees, she never ceases to amaze you—you know you’re just going to be hammering until you blow it all.
And so you did, cumming deep and painting her anal walls white, possibly every snug inch.
The sight is beyond fucked up with ten seconds worth of such elevated orgasm whenever you pull out—your cum leaking out of your tip and out from her tight hole, dripping towards her cunt.
Right at this moment, Kyujin has truly made you be at your best, to be downright animalistic and the filthy sight of her holes leaking with your seed will forever be etched in your brain.
“That was fucking good, kitten—god, you’re so good for me.” You stroke Kyujin’s hair, reassuring her of how perfect she has been with you and how well she took you, and that alone makes you feel proud of her.
“Loved this so much, daddy—so warm inside me…” She turns around, laying herself flat on the bed as she recovers from the sneaky high she had when you fucked her ass relentlessly.
Even with the possibly evident soreness, she still aids you with easing her muscles up, letting the plug store all your cum inside her walls and letting it stay there for as long as you want.
“Good kitten.” You join her on the bed, peppering her cheeks with kisses as she finds your lips once again, eagerly reciprocating and voicing out how great this experience is.
“I think we should do buttplugs more, daddy.”
“Filthy slut.” You chuckle right after, appreciating her features as you adore her fetishes. “That’s cute but damn, I really loved your cunt more.”
“You love both, daddy—stop lying.”
You elicit a gasp, shocked with her words as you state the fact. “I do but you—”
Yet Kyujin shuts you up with another peck, and then she pulls out with that cute smile on her lips, and her beauty still exuding seductiveness and the feline atmosphere still there.
You take seconds to adore and marvel as her incredible figure is still on display, despite the disheveled fits (you’re genuinely surprised her headband is still there, tucked and fitted) and ruined appearance—Kyujin always looks spectacular, and that’s such a blessing.
“Well, I guess there’s another hole you haven’t filled yet, daddy.” With the way she talks and invites you, how can you not resist?
It is all too well with Jang Kyujin, but you have some decency left and that grasp of self-control left in the bank.
Or do you?
Yes, you do.
“I think we should clean up first, kitten.” You rise up, as the young girl composes herself and agrees with you, but not without the following proposition. “Then maybe you can blow me on the balcony before we have dinner.”
That piques her, eyes scintillating full of anticipation as she rebuts. “But daddy’s load is enough for my dinner.”
You smile, giggling a little as Kyujin paints that familiar smile on her lips, her way with words still getting up on your nerves.
“Alright, let’s see how this goes, kitten.” You compose and dress yourself up (pretty unhygienic but okay), as you let yourself be occupied onto something else. “For now, you can take a shower while I get us some dinner.”
“Still with this plug on? And I wanna shower with daddy~”
Well, here are the toughest choices but she’s too insatiable to fight the temptation, and ultimately, Kyujin still wins.
“Fuck it, babe—remove the plug start up the tub. I’m joining you.”
That curls up that smirk on hers, as she elicits such an ecstatic cheer, swiftly going to the bathroom and preparing for herself and possibly, you.
You’re going to die on this hill—maybe that’s the best way to end it, but you’re reconsidering your life choices, and will still end up with Kyujin and her only, for this night alone.
Your sister Eunchae recently became and adult and lost her virginity but it wasn't as satisfying as she thought, so she talks to mommy sakura to see if she could give her advice from her experience on to properly please and be pleased. Sakura gives plenty of advice but she knows it's useless without practice so she asks for your help for some practical lessons.
Midnight Schooling
Ft. Sakura and Eunchae
(I got a lot of great ideas from you all but this one catches my eyes, so here it is. P.S Sorry this took like a month to write. Life has been busy lately)
“It’s just not like what I imagine…you know.”
Eunchae’s face was already red as a tomato as she recounted her experience. She doubted if anyone else would discuss their loss of virginity with their moms, but it’s not like she has anyone else. And bottling it up would make it even worse.
“And how do you imagine it would be?” Sakura asked as she flopped down next to Eunchae on her bed. Much to Eunchae’s surprise, her mom didn’t seem much surprised. Or maybe she’s doing it on purpose not to make her feel embarrassed.
“I…I don’t know. It was not horrible but….I just felt weird and uncomfortable. Like, was that really it?”
Sakura sighs, gently rubbing her back. “Sweetie, losing your virginity can be awkward and confusing at first. But it takes time to figure out what feels good.”
“I guess….” Eunchae mumbled, her voice descending to whisper.
A brief silence passed between them. Then Sakura's eyes widened slightly, like she just remembered something. “You did use protection right?”
“Y-yeah, of course,” Eunchae stammered, cheeks burning. “I made sure he wore a condom.”
Sakura nodded approvingly. “Good girl. It’s important to always protect yourself, no matter what.” She paused for a moment. “So, what’s the problem here? Was he too small? Too rough?”
“Mom, come on!” Eunchae protested, already feeling her face burning with shame. Did she really need to ask?
“Hey. If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.” Sakura insisted, squeezing her arm gently. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Eunchae sighed. “No, it’s not that. He just….he lasted like two minutes before finishing. And the position we did felt kind of…pointless?”
Sakura suppressed a smile at her daughter’s honesty. “Well, sweetheart, that's perfectly normal for a boy his age. They tend to be…eager.”
Eunchae groaned again. “Great, so I have to put up with that for a while?”
“Not necessarily,” Sakura said gently. “Communication is key in any relationship. You need to talk to him about your needs and expectations.”
“But I’m so embarrassed!” Eunchae wailed. “I can’t just come out and say ‘Hey, can you last longer next time?’”
“Why not?” Sakura shrugged. “If you’re not comfortable with something, you have every right to speak up. Your boyfriend should respect your boundaries and preferences.”
Eunchae considered, gnawing on her lip. “I guess you are right….but it’s still so awkward to talk about.”
“Well, how about this - when you’re alone together next time, start slow,” Sakura suggested. “Maybe just make out and explore each other’s bodies a bit. Let him work you up first before jumping straight to penetration.”
Eunchae blushed. She had never imagined that kind of stuff coming out from her mother’s mouth. Sakura always seems so composed. But she nodded anyway. “Okay, that could work…thanks Mom.”
“You’re welcome sweetheart,” Sakura smiled, standing up. “I’m always here for you, ok?”
Eunchae returned the smile, feeling a bit better. “I know Mom. Love you.”
“Love you too, Eunchae. Now get some rest.” With that, Sakura left the room, closing the door behind her.
When she was far enough from the room, Sakura let out a breath she had been holding for too long. She’s not an expert at this kind of stuff but she really hoped she had helped her daughter in some way. She wouldn’t say she’s a mother of the year but she has always tried her best and made sure that Eunchae grew up well and happy. But sometimes, even she feels like she’s not doing enough for her. The doubt that she’s going to fail at some point is constantly gnawing at her heart. Whether she’s going to finally fail this time, she wondered.
Then an idea glimmered in her head. One so obvious she wondered how she had forgotten. Of course, you could help.
-
You are not sure if you have heard Sakura right. In fact, it sounds so ridiculous you won’t be surprised if someone tells you you are dreaming right now.
“Mom, you want me to what?”
And of course, there’s also the fact that your mom, of all people, is the one asking you the very question. Well, she’s not really your mother, not a real one anyway. But you have lived with her for so long, the term “stepmom” sounds harsh and unfamiliar.
Despite all this, Sakura’s face shows no sign of embarrassment or hesitation.
“Look, I know it may come out weird but you are the only one I could think of. And it’s not like you are a virgin, are you? There’s no way.”
If you could grow wings and fly away, now is the time. But unfortunately, you are stuck here, struggling to think of the most appropriate reply.
“And how do you expect me to help? It’s not like I could just-”
Sakura settles her hand on your thigh, as if already sensing your denial. You hate how she can easily see through you.
“Sweetie, I know I’m asking for a lot here. And I’m sorry if this whole idea makes you uncomfortable. But I don’t want Eunchae to live out her whole life with an idea that she will never have a fulfilling experience,” she pauses a while to take a breath. “And you know how she is. She would be too shy to do it again with anyone if she doesn’t get proper practice. It’s either you or no one else.”
You are silent for a moment. It’s true that Eunchae has always kept to herself, rarely opening up about her feelings. She’s always been the quiet one in the family and somehow, this moment of vulnerability makes her seem even more fragile.
“So….will you?”
Sakura’s eyes, bright and curious, are fixed on yours, awaiting an answer. And you know there’s only one correct reply to her question if you don’t want to break her heart.
“Alright,” you finally say. “I will do it.”
Sakura’s lips curve up with the slightest hint of a smile. She nods, patting your thigh.
“Thanks. This really means a lot to us.”
And as she stands up to leave, you can’t help but feel like you are going to commit a crime.
-
You are starting to regret your decision.
But the awkwardness is even worse. Seriously, who even is stupid enough to perform this kind of ridiculous act. A pervert, maybe. Does that make you one too?
It’s the dead of the night, and you are in Eunchae’s bedroom. This already sounds fucked up enough but it’s nothing compared to the fact that Sakura, your stepmon, is also a pat of this secret little meeting. A secret to no one except your dad, of course. That makes it sound even more fucked up.
Your eyes dart between the two women - Eunchae seems equally nervous as you, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, her eyes downcast. But Sakura, of course, ever the cool and composed one, doesn’t look any different from the day she asked for your help. She looks giddy, even.
“Relax, sweetie,” Sakura purrs, running a hand down your chest. “This is going to be fun. I promise.”
You swallow hard, trying not to stare at the ample cleavage spilling out of her low-cut dress. You don’t wanna look like a pervert. Not now, at least. There will be plenty of time for it later.
“I…I don’t know about this…”
Sakura just smiles, her hand trailing lower to cup your erection through your pants. “See? Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is being stubborn.”
She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers. “Just go with it. Let me teach you both how to enjoy each other.”
With that, she turns to Eunchae, who’s watching the exchange with wide, curious eyes. “The first thing you need to know, Eunchae, is how to get him worked up. A turned on man is a pliable man.”
She demonstrates by kissing you deeply, her tongue tangling with yours as she rubs you through your pants. You moan into her mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more of this delicious friction.
Sakura breaks the kiss, smiling smugly at your dazed expression. “See? Easy.”
She guides Eunchae to stand in front of you, positioning her so your erection is pressed against her belly. “Your turn, sweetie. Kiss him. Touch him. Get him riled up.”
Eunchae blushes, but follows Sakura’s instruction, pressing her lips shyly to yours. Obviously, she’s not as good a kisser as Sakura and it feels more like she’s trying to shove her tongue into your mouth. But who are you to complain?
While all this is happening, Sakura is already setting the next plan in motion. Her hands fumble with the waistband of your pants, sliding it down to release your mamba.
You groan as your cock springs free, hard and leaking. Sakura reaches out, gathering the beads of precum with her finger and holding it up for Eunchae to see.
“Taste it,” she encourages, bringing her finger to Eunchae’s lips.
Eunchae hesitates for only a moment before sucking Sakura’s finger into her mouth, her eyes unblinking as she savours your taste. Sakura smiles approvingly, then gestures for her to kneel in front of you.
“Start by licking the tip,” she instructs, her hand stroking your shaft. “Get it nice and wet before taking it into your mouth.”
Eunchae nods, leaning forward to tentatively lick the head of your cock. You shudder as her tongue teases your slit, your hands clenching at your sides.
Sakura guides Eunchae’s head, showing her how to take you into her mouth. “That’s it. Nice and slow. Use your tongue.”
You moan as Eunchae starts to suck you off, her inexperienced but eager mouth, working you over and over. Sakura watches with a smile, her hand rubbing herself through her dress.
As time passes, Eunchae’s movements become more frantic, her head bobbing with an aggressive pace. If you don’t know any better, you would have thought she’s trying to suck the soul out of you.
But Sakura, watching intently, frowns slightly after a movement. “Wait, Eunchae, you are not using your tongue enough. Here, let me show you.”
She kneels down beside Eunchae, taking your cock into her own mouth. You gasp as
she swirls her tongue around the head, lapping at your slit before sliding down your shaft.
Sakura pulls back with a pop, stroking you lazily as she looks at Eunchae. “See how I’m using my tongue? You want to lick and tease as you suck, not just bob your head.”
Eunchae nods, blushing, and leans in to try again. This time, you can feel the difference as she takes you into her mouth, her tongue working you over as she sucks.
You moan louder, your hand coming up to tangle in her hair. Sakura watches approvingly, a smirk on her face as she sees Eunchae’s improvement.
But after a few minutes, she taps Eunchae’s shoulders, signalling for her to stop. “That’s good, sweetie. But you don’t want to let him finish too early. There are still more lessons to get through.”
Eunchae pulls back, your cock slipping from her mouth with a lewd pop, a string of saliva hung between your tip and her lips.
Sakura smiles, standing up and walking over to the bed. “Now it’s time to learn how to have sex,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “As soon as he’s nice and hard, that’s the next step.”
She bends over the bed, presenting her pale ass to you. Her dress is hiked up around her waist, revealing her wet, glistening pussy. “Come on, sweetie,” she purrs, wriggling her hips invitingly. “Fuck me with that big cock.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You step up behind her, gripping your cock and lining it up with her entrance. Sakura moans as you push inside, her tight heat engulfing you.
You start thrusting, your hips slapping against her ass. Sakura lets out the sweetest moans, pushing back against you to meet your movements.
“See how I’m moving with him?” she pants, looking over at Eunchae. “You want to work with his rhythm, not just lay there.”
Eunchae nods, watching intently as you fuck Sakura. Her hands grip the sheets, taking your relentless pounding as you ravage her like a madman.
“Fuck! Yes! Just like that. Oh god-”
For a moment, you forget all about the fact that this is supposed to be a lesson. All you that occupy your mind is how perfectly Sakura walls grip your shaft, how wet and messy this whole thing is.
But just as you start to lose control, Sakura pulls away, your cock slipping out of her dripping slit. You feel a pang of disappointment as your shaft is left unattended.
“Now you try, Eunchae.” she says, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. “But I don’t want you to do the same position. Ride him. Let him see that you feel every thrust.”
Eunchae blushes, but climbs onto the bed, positioning herself over you and lifting up her skirt. You hold your cock steady as she slowly lowers herself down, her pussy engulfing you. For someone who just lost her virginity, she’s still unbearably tight.
It takes some work but Eunchae lets out the first moan once you are fully sheathed in her pussy. You soon moan along with her as she starts to move, rocking her hips. Sakura watches from the side, her hand snaking down to finger herself as she gives instructions.
“Use your hips, Eunchae. Grind against him,” she pants, her fingers working her clit. “Make yourself feel good too.”
Eunchae follows Sakura’s guidance, her movements becoming more confident. She bounces on your cock, her wet heat gripping you like a vice.
You watch as your stepsister’s innocence got reduced to nothing by none other than yourself. The shy, quiet girl is nowhere to be seen, replaced by the depraved, cock hungry slut riding your cock.
“Just like that, sweetie. You are doing so good. Show him how much you love his cock.” Sakura praises, her digits deep in her slit as she fingers herself to her daughter getting thoroughly ruined.
You can feel your orgasm approaching, your balls tightening as Eunchae continues to ride you vigorously. And by the way she’s getting unbearably tight, she’s not so far behind either.
But once again, your pleasure is denied by Sakura.
“Okay, good job. But we don’t want this to end too quickly, do we?”
Eunchae whimpers, her hips still moving reflexively, but obeys Sakura and lifts herself off you. Your cock slips out of her with an obscene sound, still hard and glistening with her juices.
“Now it’s time to learn how to eat pussy,” Sakura announces, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. “Come here, sweetie. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
You crawl over to Sakura, settling between her thighs. Her pussy is pink and swollen, dripping with arousal. “Start by licking my clit,” she instructs. “Use the flat of your tongue and apply pressure.”
You do as she say, leaning in and lapping at her clit. Sakura moans, her hips bucking up to meet your mouth. “Yes, just like that. Now, suck on it gently.”
You obey, closing your lips around her clit and sucking lightly. Sakura’s moans grow louder and more desperate, her thighs clamping around your head as she nears her peak.
“Fuck, yes!” She cries out, her back arching off the bed. “Don’t stop, baby. Make me cum on that pretty little mouth of yours.”
You double your efforts, sucking harder on her clit as you slip a finger inside her tight channel. Sakura screams, her pussy clamping around your digits as she comes hard, gushing all over your face.
You lap up her juice, relishing the sweet taste of her arousal. Sakura goes limp, panting heavily as she comes down from her high.
“Very good, sweetie. Now it’s Eunchae’s turn. Make her cum just like you did with me.”
Eunchae gets into position, laying down on the bed and spreading her legs. You crawl over to her, settling between her thighs just like you did with Sakura.
You start licking Eunchae’s pussy, mimicking the movement Sakura taught you. Eunchae moans, her hips twitching as she tries to stay still.
Sakura watches, her hand idly stroking her pussy as she recovers from her orgasm. “That’s it, sweetie. Lick her nice and slow. Tease her a little.”
Eunchae’s moans fill the room as you work her over, alternating between licks and sucks. You can feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her thighs trembling on either side of your head.
“That’s it,” Sakura purrs, watching with hungry eyes. “Make her cum all over that sweet mouth of yours. Show her how good it feels to be eaten out by her brother”
Sakura’s filthy words urge you on and you redouble your efforts, fucking Eunchae with your tongue as you suck hard on her slit. She cries out, her pussy spasming as she comes undone, flooding your mouth with her essence.
You lap up her juice greedily, savouring her taste. Eunchae turns boneless, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
“Now, now, you can’t get tired yet,” Sakura tells Eunchae. “We still have to make him cum. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair. Afterall, he works so hard.”
Eunchae slowly gets up, her hair a mess as she climbs off the bed. You watch the two gorgeous women kneel in front of you, their eyes alight with desire.
“Now, Eunchae. This is the finishing touch. You can’t do any wrong here,” Sakura instructs. “Soft strokes, teasing touches…you want to drive him crazy before you empty his balls.”
Sakura begins stroking you,and soon, Eunchae follows. You groan as their delicate fingers work along your shaft, tending to every throbbing vein. They work perfectly in harmony, one pumping what the other can’t, so that no part of your cock is denied from pleasure.
“You like that baby?” Sakura asks, her voice breathy. “You like us touching your big, hard cock?”
“Fuck, yes,” you growl, your head swimming with the filthiest thoughts. At this point, you are not sure you even remember your name. Because it feels that good.
Sakura smirks up at you. “Mm, such a polite boy. But I think you deserve a special treat.”
She leans in, her hot breath ghosting over the head of your cock. “Don’t you think?”
She doesn’t give you a chance to respond before taking your tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. Eunchae is quick to join her, her lips gliding along your shaft.
“Oh fuck,” you groan, your head falling back as they blow you with enthusiasm. Sakura takes you deep, her lips stretched around your girth as she bobs up and down. Eunchae focuses on your balls, sucking and licking until they are tight and aching.
Just as it becomes too much to bear, Sakura pulls her mouth off your throbbing cock with a pop. She grins wickedly, her hand coming up to pump your shaft.
“That’s it, baby,” she purrs. “You’re close, aren’t you? I want you to cum all over our faces. Paint us nice and pretty.”
Eunchae joins in, stroking you in tandem with her mother. Their hands move in perfect sync, twisting and squeezing in just the right way to drive you wild.
“Please, big brother,” Eunchae begs, her voice high and needy. “Paint me with your hot, sticky seed. I want to feel it dripping down my face.”
Hearing your stepsister talks drity for the first time finally pushes you over the edge. You explode, your cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum shoot out and splatter across Sakura and Eunchae’s faces.
They moan in delight, their tongues darting out to catch the drops that land on their lips. Their faces are a perverted facial mask, adorned with pearly streaks of your seed.
When you are finally spent, they sit back on their haunches, grinning up at you with cum-streaked faces. “So messy,” Sakura giggles. “But so very satisfying. You did so well, sweetie. I’m so proud of you.”
Eunchae nods in agreement, licking a stray drop from the corner of her mouth. “Mmm, I didn’t think it would be that fun. Maybe we should do it again.”
