the rain poured relentlessly from the darkened sky above, drenching the earth in a cold, damp embrace while the night stretched onward. the sound of rain droplets hitting against the asphalt reverberated through the dark alley, creating an intimate atmosphere that seemed to drown out everything but the two of you in the backseat of minjiâs car.
"fuckâi can't take i-it anymore!" you gasped out, hips jerking helplessly as you came for the third time, drenching minji's lower face while your fingers twisted in her hair tightly and your thighs clamping around her head to keep her face right where you needed her the most.
after a while, minjiâs hands slid up your thighs to pry them open gently as she pulled back, lifting her head while licking her lips to savor the taste of your essence before locking eyes with you. the corners of her mouth tugged into a teasing smirk as she retorted; "you came a lot, babe. do you think that skinny runt you went out with yesterday could devour your pretty pussy as good as me?â
âas if," you scoffed like it offended youâsurely, it did. your breath still ragged from her touch and thighs trembling where sheâd held them steady. your thumb swiped lazily at the drool on your lip, flashing her a sharp grin to continue; âplease donât be ridiculous, babe. that scrawny twink couldnât even get me like this," you paused as a breathy laugh escaped you. âheâd cum before he even made my thighs shake."Â Â
then, you propped yourself up on your elbows, a sly smirk playing at the corner of your lips while admiring the way minjiâs chin glistened with your cum. "your girlfriend must be a damn lucky woman," you murmured teasingly before letting your eyes wander down over minji's hands that are still resting on your thighs, slowly spreading your legs just for funâto tempt minjiâand satisfaction appeared on your face when you noticed her pupils dilate. "and i'm feeling pretty damn lucky myself.â
minji arched her eyebrows at your comment. "you didnât feel bad at all, did you?" minji asked with a soft chuckle, her fingers already back where they know they belongâjust like how you want them. her head tilted like she was appraising you, an amused hum in the back of her throat when she saw no remorse on your face. "bet you loved every second of it.â
"and bet you loved every second of it too, cheating on her with me," you shot back, but then your breath hitched when her touch found that spot that made your toes curl as you quickly held back a moan. "c-cheater.â
"mhm, maybe i did," minji hums while nodding her head in that infuriating way she always does, her fingers pressing a little harder on your throbbing pussy just to make your hips twitch as her eyes flick up to you back again with a teasing smile. "but youâre the one still spreading your legs open for me⊠hypocrite.â
"hmm," you purred, your thighs clamping around her wrist with enough pressure to stop her fingers from sliding inside your walls, and your smirk widened when you heard she inhale sharply. "funny how you keep crawling back to my pussy instead of hers." you barked back while rolling your eyes. "hypocrite.â Â
minji bristled, scowling at your smirk as the bitter truth sunk in and she doesnât have any witty retort to fight back. with that, her fingers retreated from between your thighs. "well, you know what, darling?" her low chuckle makes you wonder what kind of things she stores in her mind to do with you. "i should make you stop running your mouth like that."Â Â
"oh, yeah? like what?" you taunted sassily, chin tilting just a little more defiantlyânot at all intimidated by the dangerous glint in her eyes. "you're gonna make me shut up by shoving my face in your pussy?"Â Â
without a reply, minji leaned back and spread her legs wide to show you her glistening folds. "well?" she tilted her head, arching a brow like she was daring you to take the bait. "donât you wanna?"Â
you could only roll your eyes in annoyance, yet you instinctively crawled closer between her legsâbecause, obviously, you did want this, duh. a soft grumble dying on your tongue as soon as you went face first between her thighs, then your mouth met her clit in a deliberate drag, reluctantly at first, but the taste of her shut your ego up in an instant.Â
minjiâs breath hitched as she watched you between her legs, her fingers threading through your silky hair, not to pull, but to savor the sight in front of her. "look at you," she murmured with a sneer on her lips. "so obedient⊠my pretty devoted pussy sucker."Â
annoyed at her taunt, you growled against her pussy as a sign of warning to not messing with you. however, she chuckled in response that sparked an irritation in you as you flicked your tongue in a way that made her back arch off the seat with a cracked moan. now she finally shut up, and youâre the one in controlâmost of all, youâre gonna have so much fun eating her out for tonight.
then, you sucked her clit harder, hungrier like a starved animal as your two fingers circled her hard nub before sliding inside her slick folds, making minji gasped in pleasure. her hips jerks forward for more friction as her fingers start tugging on your hairâthatâs when you know you make her feel good.Â
âf-fuck, yes,â minji panted, thighs quivering around your head as she looked down at you, watching you through hazy eyes, you looked so focused, so determined to make her cum it made her pussy throbs. "k-keep goingâŠ" she moaned in pleasure, hips rolling forward without her realizing, just to chase every slick stroke of your tongue and fingers like she was dying for it.
you slid your lips from her aching clit to press a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh while your fingers kept pumping deep and steady into her walls. the other hand was on her trembling thigh to hold firm so she will remain on the place. "did i do better than your girlfriend, minji-ya?"
"s-shut up," minji gasped, irritation clear in her voice before she whimpered at how good your fingers were stretching her walls, and her hips thrusting against your fingers because she couldn't help it to chase her high. "don't... don't bring h-her up into t-thisâah!" her words were cut off into a moan again, louder this time as your fingers curled just right at her sensitive spot she didn't know existed. "f-fuck, just keep goingâdonât stop!"Â Â
you smirked against her thigh when she couldn't even be infatuating like she would do just to annoy you during sex, your fingers still curled deep inside her in a slow, teasing pace to make her squirm against your touch. "but minji-ya..." you cooed sweetly-tauntingly. "you never answered my question... did i make you feel better than she ever could?"Â you repeated as a sharp thrust of your hand turns her moan into whine. "answer me or i'll stop."
minjiâs right hand clamped around your wrist tightly to halt your thrusts mid-pump as her left hand gripped the seat, knuckles whitening like she was holding herself together. âseriously, f-fuck you, y/n⊠fuck you,â she hissed through ragged breaths, body trembling with the effort not to break when you keep pumping your fingers inside her despite her trying to stop. âfine! ugh, y-yesâfuck, yes! youâre better than her! happy?!âÂ
watching the cocky minji fall apart in front of your very eyes, your smirk only widened in victory as you pushed her hand away to pick up the pace of your fingers, determined to make her cum. then, you leaned closer to her face, hot breath hitting against her flushed face. "i love you, minji-ya," you murmured against her neck and pressed your lips against hers in a possessive kiss, swallowing all her moans into your mouth. Â
minji's hands slowly moved to pull you closer to her body as she returned the kiss hungrily, teeth catching on your lip before her tongue met your tongue. then, breaking the kiss for a breath, minji nipped at your skin gently as her fingers threaded through your hair to pull you even closer that your bodies were so close you could almost hear the way her heart was thudding in her chest and feel the way her breath hitched while she struggled to stop herself from letting out loud moansâhow can she not? your fingers are stretching her walls so deliciously but she was too cocky to admit it. but her body reaction betrayed her. "i love you, too, y/n-nie." she whispered against your lips, the confession barely above a breathless gasp before kissing you again.
you pulled back slightly, breaking the intense kiss just to edge her. your teasing gaze locked on her as you grinned mischievously, tilting your head to the side in mock thought. "more than your girlfriend?" you purred lowly, and watched as minji's half-lidded eyes narrowed at you.Â
annoyance was clear on minji's face at your question, but the way she was still breathless and trembling against you made her look pathetically endearing. "stop being a bitch, will you?" she mumbled with a rough huff, fingers still threaded in your hair to keep you close to her. "but yes, i fucking l-love you more than herâah! fuck! make me cum already!"
pleased to know that you have her completely wrapped around your finger, you leaned into her ear. "as you wish, my love," you purred seductively. "anything for you."Â
then, without a word, your fingers slipped free from her walls to make her whimper before diving back down to circle her swollen clit with your tongue in a slow precision. every flick of your tongue and roll of your fingers dragged another broken moan from her throat as she bucked helplessly under you.
later on, minji felt her climax building inside her as her thighs trembled violently from the intensity and she let out a sharp gasp, hands automatically flying to your head without a thought. her fingers twisting in your hair so hard you winced as she shoved you harder into her aching heat. "donât stopâplease, iâm so close," she begged through gritted teeth, hips jerking forward in desperation as she clamped her thighs around your head. âiâm thereâ oh fuck! iâm fucking c-cumming!â
you struggled to breathe by the way she held your face buried between her shaky thighs. nevertheless, the sound of her falling apart, along with the hot spill of her cum drenching your chin and dripping onto the seat beneath, made it all worth it. a sense of satisfaction pulsed through you as you pulled back slightly when she eventually loosened her grip around your head, lips glistening with her cum while watching the way minji tremble in the aftermath after sheâd been ruined by you.
god, sheâs completely wrecked.
just when you were about to dive in again to clean her up, minji pressed her palm on your forehead firmly, stopping you from leaning closer with a sharp tsk. "enough," she muttered through ragged breaths before pushing you back gently, crawling forward on trembling legs to hover above you. "you menace."
you couldn't help the smirk that curled your lip as you watched minji crawl over you, looking thoroughly wrecked but still managing to summon the energy to dominate you. "is that a way of you talking to me, minji-ya?" you teased her as your hands snaked up to her shaky thighs, thumbs gently caressing her skin. "especially after what just happenedâŠâ
minji rolled her eyes at your teasing, having known how bitchy you could get, but a lazy smirk tugged at her lips when she settled her hands on your shoulders to keep her steadyâto keep you in place, beneath her. "you're insufferable, y/n," she muttered, words at odds with the way she started humping against you. "youâre lucky i love you.â and before you could retort, she leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, cutting off any comeback you had.
the relentless rain hammered against the windows of minij's car, a steady rhythm matching the heat between you until minjiâs teeth grazed your neck, intent on marking you to claim you as hers. but you quickly jerked back with a laugh, pinching her cheek. "no hickeys, dummy,â you chided, tilting your head. âi got a blind date tomorrow,â you added before she could demand a reason. âwouldnât want them thinking iâm taken."
minji pouted her lips slightly at your protest, but her eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. "lucky date," she snarked back, fingers tracing her spit on your neck she just tried to mark you before you pulled away. "but you know damn well they could never make you feel the way i do."Â
there was something in her tone that made your heart twist a little, but you knew better than to let her tease affect you. "donât be jealous, baby," you scoffed in disbelief, nudging her shoulder playfully. "it's just one date with my managerâs son. he's rich and handsome."
when she didnât reply and rolled her eyes with a grunt, you tugged her closer until her face hovered inches from yours as your thumb brushed her bottom lip for a little touch to ease her jealousy. "câmon, donât sulk, minji-ya," you murmured, using your honey-sweet voice to soften her heart while your eyes locked onto hers with certainty. "no blind date changes that. iâll always be yours."
the car fell silent into nothing but the hum of the air-conditioning, your uneven breaths mingling as one, and the steady drum of rain against the roof of minji's car. after a weighted pause, minji exhaled sharply and pushed your hand away from her lips. then, she flipped your positions effortlessly by putting her hands on your waist firmly to pull you onto her lap as she settled back against the seat with a sigh. Â
"fine," minji finally conceded, her gaze locking onto yours with a quiet intensity that made your walls clenched around nothing while her hands stayed firm on your waist, thumbs tracing absent circles against your skin. "but promise me youâll call me after that shitty blind date."
you couldn't help but laugh lightly at her demand, your heartbeat skipping a beat at the possessive tone in her voice. so exciting. "of course i will," you replied as your hands came up to cup her jaw gently, thumb tracing her cheeks, mirroring the caress she gave on your waist earlier. "and i'll update you so don't get too controlling."
her fingers trailed lower until her middle finger circles your clit deliberately with the lightest pressure. âtch, fine," she lets out a scoff as she watches your reaction with amusement when your breath hitches. "itâs so you wonât forget whose touch youâll crave most."
with the night still young, the hunger of lust between you both far from satisfied as the rain kept falling while the car windows fogged up, and the only thing that mattered was the way your bodies were aching for each otherâover and over again. forbidden.Â
ââââ ( ✠) being ryujinâs girlfriend was supposed to mean safety, familiarity, a place you could stand without being questioned, but under the haze of music and lights you find yourself caught between winterâs piercing curiosity, minjiâs playful provocation, and kazuhaâs unreadable calm, realizing that her world doesnât just welcome you into its orbitâit watches you closely, pushes at your boundaries, and quietly dares you to discover how much of yourself youâre willing to lose before something finally, inevitably changes.
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the moment we step into the universityâs backyard, the first thing that hits you is the noise. itâs loudâmaybe even louder than you expected. music pulses from massive speakers positioned haphazardly, the bass rattling your ribcage with every beat. the air is thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and the occasional burst of lighter fluid from someoneâs cigarette. laughter, shouting, the clink of glassesâeverything is layered on top of one another in a chaotic symphony that makes it impossible to think clearly. you had half a hope that this party was just a low-key gathering of students celebrating their football teamâs win, but this is something else entirely.
ryujin, on the other hand, seems completely at ease. she moves through the crowd with the confidence of someone who belongs hereâsomeone who is used to this kind of noise, this kind of life. you struggle to match her pace as she weaves through clusters of half-dressed students, some yelling over the music, others dancing in the middle of the yard or sprawled out on lawn chairs and picnic tables. the contrast between you and her has never felt more pronounced. she radiates comfort and familiarity, while you feel like a foreigner in a world that doesnât know your language.
as you follow her, your eyes struggle to adjust to the dim lighting. the party seems endlessly populated with bodies, all moving, all laughing, all oblivious to you. you catch yourself edging closer to her, hoping that proximity will ground you in this unfamiliar territory. but even as she pulls you into a small group of people, you feel like an outsider, a curiosity who doesnât belong.
the temperature is stifling, and the combination of sweat and the humid air makes your skin prickle uncomfortably. you donât mind the cold, and thisâthis is something else entirely. you try to focus your attention, but it's impossible to ignore the way ryujinâs friends are watching you. not just the one who goes by the name winter, but also minji and kazuha. they don't smile, but they don't have to. their stares are enough to make you self-conscious. you tuck your hands into your pockets and hope theyâll stop. but they donât. instead, they lean in, just a little. and itâs enough.
you canât shake the feeling that their interest in you is more than just casual. winterâminjeong, but youâve heard her go by that nickname often enough now to use it yourselfâhas always had this way of looking at you like sheâs trying to read something that isnât there. sheâs not shy in her curiosity, and tonight is no different. from the moment you arrived, her gaze has been locked on you, sharp and calculating, like sheâs measuring whether youâre worth the trouble of knowing. sheâs built like a dancer, all long limbs and effortless posture, and when she lifts a hand to brush a loose strand of dark hair from her face, itâs the kind of movement that makes you wonder if she does it just to catch your attention.
beside her, minji smirksâjust slightly, just enough for it to be noticeable but not overtly flirtatious. she's the kind of person who thrives in groups, always laughing, always in the middle of the action. her presence is electric, even now, despite the fact that she's standing completely still. her eyes flick to yours, the amusement in them impossible to miss, and for a moment, you're not sure whether sheâs looking at you like a challenge or like you're part of the joke. she's already half-swaying to the music, one arm loosely draped around kazuhaâs shoulder, as if their bodies are already conspiring in this silent little game.
kazuha, thoughâthat's the one who unsettles you the most. she doesnât move as much as the others, doesnât laugh with the same effortless confidence. instead, sheâs quiet, leaning against the wall with a drink in hand, her expression unreadable beneath the dim light of the string bulbs overhead. but if you know anything about people, you know that the ones who seem the most composed are often the most dangerous. kazuha is elegant, all measured steps and carefully placed gestures, and when she shifts her weight just slightly, tilting her head as if sheâs considering something, it feels like sheâs deciding whether or not to test the waters with you.
together, they make a striking trio. winter, the bold one who would rather see the worst than live in ignorance. minji, the flirt who plays everything off with a laugh but never really forgets anything. kazuha, the quiet observer who watches everything and waits for the right moment to act. and now, theyâre all watching you. not just with idle curiosity, but with something closer to intent.
youâve spent years with ryujin, and while youâve caught glimpses of her pastâstories of her friends, the way they move through life with such easeâyouâve never been confronted with it like this. theyâre not just watching you because you're her girlfriend. they're watching you because they want to see what you're made of. and for some reason, that thought makes your skin heat, even as you try to convince yourself that it shouldnât.
ryujinâs group of friends is an inseparable force in their own right. theyâre always together, their presence a defining feature of her social world. thereâs haeun, loud and unapologetic, who dominates any conversation with her booming laughter and even louder opinions. then thereâs yuna, a quiet observer who says little but listens everything, her sharp gaze always catching details the rest of the group might miss. and seulgi, whoâs soft-spoken but effortlessly charming, her warmth drawing people in like an open door. together, they form ryujinâs inner circle, and they all seem to orbit around her like planets pulled by the same gravitational pull.
the group is tightly knit, surrounded by an atmosphere of familiarity and trust. theyâre not just friends; theyâre family. their banter is easy, their laughter frequent, and the way they move together feels rehearsed, like theyâve spent years refining their rhythm. but even within that circle, winter, minji, and kazuha stand apart. theyâre part of the group, yes, but thereâs a distinct edge to their dynamic, a sharpness that sets them apart from the others. where the rest of ryujinâs friends are content to simply exist in the orbit of her life, winter, minji, and kazuha seem to push against its boundaries, testing the limits of what that orbit can contain.
itâs hard to explain, but watching them now feels like watching something thatâs always been just beneath the surface finally bubble up. theyâre not just part of ryujinâs lifeâtheyâre part of your life too. and itâs not that you feel excluded; rather, itâs that their attention is too intentional, too focused. winterâs eyes follow you as if charting a course, minjiâs smirk sharpens with every glance in your direction, and kazuha remains calm but unyielding, her gaze as still and steady as the surface of a lake. you can feel their energy building, a slow, deliberate pressure that makes your skin tingle.
youâd thought they might be content to play the role of ryujinâs best friends, their attention reserved for her and not spilling over into anything more. but you were wrong. theyâre not just ryujinâs friendsâtheyâre yours too, and that realization is both confusing and oddly thrilling. you canât help but wonder if it was always like this, if their presence in ryujinâs life was always an invitation to know more about her, to see her world through a different lens. but you werenât expecting the way they seem to look at you, as if youâre something they want to taste.
and ryujin, of course, is completely unaware. sheâs standing in the middle of the group, laughing at something haeun has just said, completely at ease with the world around her. sheâs not noticing the way winterâs fingers toy with the string of her jacket, or how minjiâs shoulder brushes against yours just a little too long. sheâs not seeing the way kazuhaâs eyes flick between her and you, as if weighing something in her mind. and for some reason, that makes the situation even more surreal. youâre here, in the center of it all, caught between ryujinâs world and the unspoken tension that radiates from her three best friends. itâs a strange place to be, and you canât help but wonder how long it will last before something changes.
ryujin excuses herself with a gentle pat on your arm, her smile warm and unguarded as she says she'll just be a minute. you watch as she weaves through the crowd, her voice barely audible over the music as she calls out to winter, minji, and kazuha. the space between you feels immediately expansive, the weight of the music and the crowd pressing in. youâre alone now, and you can feel the shift in the air. the tension that had been simmering in the backgroundâthose lingering glances, the knowing smirksâsuddenly becomes the center of your attention.
the three of them drift closer, the music and laughter of the party muffled by the quiet moment that wraps around you. you try to look away, to focus on the flashing lights above or the bottles of beer abandoned on a nearby table, but itâs no use. winter is the first to speak, her voice smooth and deliberate as she leans in just enough for her words to feel like a secret.
âyou know,â she says, her eyes locking onto yours, âi always wondered what it would be like to see you in her place.â
before you can respond, minji lets out a soft laugh and steps in beside her. her tone is playful but edged with something elseâsomething close to a dare. âand here we all thought you were the one holding her hand tonight. guess that makes you the backup, huh?â
kazuha, ever silent in her own ways, just watches for a moment before stepping forward with the measured grace of someone who knows exactly how the game is played. she takes one step closer, just enough to fill the space between them, and you feel the heat of her presence like a slow burn. âshe has no idea,â she says, her voice a deep murmur barely audible over the party. âbut you do.â
it hits you thenâhow easy this is for them. how effortless it must be to move through the world like this, to claim your attention even as ryujin stands only a few feet away. they donât ask for permission. they donât need it. and somehow, that makes your pulse quicken.
you feel the heat from them radiating in waves, each step they take bringing them closer, pressing you into the world they control so effortlessly. winterâs voice is low, deliberate, as if sheâs already decided how this will end. her presence is magnetic, the kind of boldness that makes you want to both bolt and stand your ground. she steps so close now that you can catch the faint scent of her perfumeâsomething crisp and clean, like sheâs trying to mask something more dangerous under layers of subtlety. her fingers brush against your wrist as she leans in, and you have to steady yourself.
minji is next, her laughter soft and low, the kind of sound that makes you want to laugh along even if you donât know why. she brushes against your side with the kind of casual familiarity that should feel innocent but instead feels like a test. âwhat if we played a game?â she asks, her voice a lilting tease. âjust between us, while ryujinâs not looking. no cheating, no rulesâjust you and us.â
you open your mouth to say something, to pretend you donât know what she means, but youâre already sinking into it. ryujin is only a few feet away, laughing and smiling with her friends, completely oblivious to the shift in the air. the thought that you could be caughtâshould be caughtâadds an electricity that you canât ignore.
kazuha steps into the space between you and her friends, her presence slower, more deliberate. she doesnât speak, doesnât need to. she just watches, her dark eyes unreadable as they flick between the two of you. her silence speaks louder than any words. you know exactly what this isâthe kind of game where you canât look away, even if you want to.
and suddenly, itâs not just a party anymore.
the game has begun, and you feel every move like a brush against your skin. winter, minji, and kazuha donât need to speak muchâwords are more of a formality now, while the dance between them and you is silent but deliberate. you can feel the weight of their attention pressing in, their confidence a quiet storm that you canât seem to escape, even when your mind is screaming at you to push back. ryujin is only a few feet away, her laughter drifting faintly to your ears, but her presence feels distant now, like it's being filtered through a fog of something else entirely.
winter is the first to make her move. her hand glides up your arm, fingers grazing the edge of your sleeve like sheâs testing the water. her voice is smooth and low, a whisper against your ear as she murmurs, âyou donât have to fight it. not yet.â her gaze is sharp, deliberate, like an artist studying the brushstrokes of her canvas. she doesnât blink, doesnât wait for a response, and itâs that confidence that unsettles you the most. youâre torn between wanting to pull away and being drawn deeper into the current sheâs setting the course for.
minji follows, her laughter bubbling up like a playful melody as she steps closer. her smile is bright but laced with a challenge, her eyes sparkling with mischief. she leans against you, her shoulder brushing yours with just enough weight to feel intentional. âyouâre not used to this, are you?â she teases, her voice a lilting lilt of amusement. âlet me guessâthe thought of you and us makes your heart race. admit it.â sheâs not asking for confirmationâshe already knows, and that realization makes your breath hitch. she tilts her head, her expression one of pure curiosity, like sheâs waiting for you to break under the pressure of her words.
kazuha, however, moves like a shadow compared to the bright flashes of winter and minji. her presence is quieter but no less commanding. she steps into the space between them, her body coiled like a spring waiting to release. her eyes lock onto yours, and thereâs something in them that makes you feel like sheâs seeing directly into your thoughts. she doesnât speak, but her silence is a language of its own. when her hand lands lightly on your shoulder, itâs like a seal on the game. you feel the air shift, the tension rising as each of them takes a position around you, their energy radiating like a heatâseeking missile.
this is not a game you can winâor even understand. itâs too fluid, too unpredictable, and far too intimate for you to simply walk away. you can feel them pulling at different threads of your resolve, each one feeding off the otherâs energy. winter pushes you, her boldness a sharp contrast to the softness of minjiâs teasing, while kazuha watches, her calm presence a reminder of what could happen if you give in completely. the three of them are a perfect storm, and youâre caught in the eye of it.
and yet, you donât want to stop. even as your mind rebels, your body betrays you, responding to the way they move, the way they look at you like youâre the center of their world. you can feel your pulse quickening, your breath slowing, your thoughts dissolving into fragments that donât make sense. winterâs hand lingers on your arm, minjiâs laughter vibrates in your chest, and kazuhaâs gaze holds you in place. you donât know how long it will lastâor if ryujin will ever know what happened here. but in this moment, it doesnât matter. because the game has already started, and youâre playing to win.
when ryujin returns, itâs like the world snaps back into focus. she greets you with a soft smile, dragging in a deep breath of cigarette smoke before flicking her lighter shut with a sharp click. you try to steady your expression, to compose yourself, but the imprint of winterâs hand on your arm, minjiâs whisper in your ear, and kazuhaâs unreadable gaze still lingers. you feel like youâre standing in the aftermath of something that should have been impossibleâsomething that still doesnât have a name.
the three of them donât pretend like nothing happened. their glances are too knowing, their presence too deliberate as they fall back into the rhythm of the party. you canât decide if they expect you to chase them now, to say something, to do anything at all. you havenât had time to process, to figure out what just happened. you only know this is far from over.
as the night went on and the alcohol flowed freely, you found yourself getting more and more tipsy. suddenly, you felt a group of hands grabbing you, pulling you up from the couch. before you could react, winter, minji, and kazuha had dragged you into an empty bedroom down the hall, slamming and locking the door behind them.
in the darkness of the room, you could make out their silhouettes, surrounded by the faint glow of the party still happening outside. your heart raced as you realized you were now alone with ryujinâs friends, completely at their mercy.
kazuha, the tallest among them, stepped forward. you could see her eyes glinting with a hungry, predatory look as she circled around you like a shark. âfinally, we have you all to ourselves.â she said, her voice low and seductive. âryu has been keeping you all to herself, but now itâs our turn to play with you.â
winter and minji exchanged wicked grins, their eyes roaming over your curves, undressing you with their gazes. they advanced on you, cornering you between them and the wall. you could feel the heat of their bodies, the anticipation of what was to come.
minji grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her as she crashed her lips against yours in a rough, dominating kiss. her tongue invaded your mouth, claiming it as her own. she bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste flooding your mouth. when she broke the kiss, allowing you to gasp for air before attacking your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
kazuha didnât waste any time, her hands already under your shirt, groping and squeezing your tits. she pinched your nipples hard, rolling the sensitive buds between her fingers until they hardened into stiff peaks.
winter watched the show, rubbing her cunt through her jeans as she enjoyed seeing her friends ravish your body. she couldnât wait to get her turn with you. she wanted to see you fall apart, to hear you scream and beg for more as they used you like a toy. âthatâs it, you perfect little slut. youâre ours now.â she growled, ready to pounce.
winter grabbed your hair, yanking your head back as she crashed her lips against yours in a brutal, dominating kiss. her tongue forced its way into your mouth, claiming every inch of it as her own. she explored you ruthlessly, tasting every corner, every crevice, leaving no part of your mouth unexplored.
the three friends continued their relentless assault on your body, touching and groping every inch of you. they tore at your clothes, ripping fabric in their haste to expose your bare skin. winterâs hands roamed your curves, squeezing the soft flesh of your breasts, while kazuha groped your ass, kneading the round globes like dough.
minji pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you. she straddled your waist, her core grinding against yours as she pinned your wrists above your head. she leaned down, her breasts pressing against yours as she captured your lips in another searing kiss. her tongue dominated yours, swirling and tangling, as she swallowed your whimpers and moans.
winter and kazuha took the opportunity to explore more of your body. they lavished attention on your breasts, suckling and biting at the sensitive flesh. teeth and tongues marked your skin, leaving reddened bites and dark hickeys in their wake. winter moved lower, her mouth trailing down your stomach, her tongue dipping into your navel.
minji broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting her lips to yours. she sat back, taking in the debauched sight of your naked body splayed out beneath her and her friends. your chest heaved with each ragged breath, your nipples hard and aching, just begging to be touched. your pussy was dripping wet, your juices coating your inner thighs.
*minji looked over at her friends, a wicked grin on her face. âlook at this perfect little fucktoy, all ready for us to ruin⊠so fucking cute.â she said, giving your nipple a sharp twist. âi canât wait to feel this tight cunt wrapped around my fingers, my tongue, my dickâŠâ
kazuha licked her lips, her eyes dark with lust. âme neither. i want to see her fall apart on our dicks, begging for more.â she said, giving your ass a hard smack. âletâs fuck her until she canât even remember her own name.â
winter licked her lips, her hand moving down to rub her dripping cunt through her jeans. âsounds like a plan. but first, i want to taste her. i bet sheâs fucking delicious.â she said, moving between your legs. she pushed them apart, exposing your glistening folds to their hungry gazes and mouths.
winter dove between your legs without any hesitation, burying her face in your dripping cunt. her tongue delved into your folds, lapping up your juices like a woman starved. she moaned against your flesh, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your core.
at the same time, minji and kazuha descended upon your heaving breasts. they took a nipple each into their mouths, sucking and biting at the hard nubs. their tongues swirled around the sensitive flesh, teasing you mercilessly as they laved your tits with attention.
the triple assault on your senses was overwhelming. you could only throw your head back, a silent scream tearing from your throat as the pleasure consumed you. your fingers tangled in their hair, holding them close as they ravaged your body with their mouths.
winterâs tongue delved deeper, pushing into your tight channel. she fucked you with her tongue, her lips sealed around your clit as she sucked hard. the obscene slurping sounds filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and cries.
minji and kazuhaâs hands roamed your body, squeezing and groping every inch of you. they pinched and pulled at your nipples, twisting them just hard enough to ride the line between pleasure and pain. their fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, leaving reddened marks in their wake.
the pleasure built rapidly, your body tensing as your orgasm approached. winter could feel your walls fluttering around her tongue, your juices flooding her mouth. whe doubled her efforts, sucking harder, fucking you deeper with her tongue as she chased your release.
with a final, keening cry, your body convulsed, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you. your cunt clenched and spasmed, gushing your release into winterâs waiting mouth. she swallowed every drop, moaning in delight at the taste of your essence.
as you came down from your high, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, minji and kazuha tightened their grips on your thighs. they held you in place, spreading your legs wide open, fully exposing your sensitive, dripping cunt to winterâs hungry gaze.
winter licked her lips, taking in the glorious sight of your twitching, swollen folds. without warning, she plunged two fingers deep into your tight channel, pumping them in and out at a brutal pace. the wet, obscene sounds of her fingers fucking your cunt filled the air, mingling with your whimpers and moans.
minji and kazuha continued their assault on your breasts, sucking and biting harder, leaving dark, angry hickeys on the soft flesh. their hands roamed lower, squeezing and kneading the globes of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to expose your tight, puckered hole.
winter added a third finger, stretching you wider, filling you up so deliciously. her thumb rubbed hard circles around your clit, the rough pad stimulating the sensitive nub. she could feel your walls clenching around her invading fingers, trying to suck them deeper inside you.
*kazuha looked up at you with a wicked grin, her teeth still latched onto your nipple. âthatâs it, you perfect little fucktoy. take winterâs fingers like the cockâhungry slut you are.â she growled, giving your nipple a sharp bite.
minji chuckled darkly, her hand moving down to squeeze your ass harder. âi canât wait to feel this tight asshole wrapped around my dick. iâm going to ruin all your holes, make you forget your own name.â she promised, her voice dripping with lust and depravity.
winterâs fingers never stopped their relentless assault on your cunt, plunging in and out, curling to hit that special spot inside you with every thrust. she could feel your body tensing again, your walls starting to flutter around her invading digits. she knew you were close to another explosive orgasm.
âthatâs it, cum slut. cum all over my fingers like the desperate whore you are.â winter growled, pounding into you harder, faster, determined to make you fall apart completely.
minji and kazuha redoubled their efforts on your tits, sucking and biting with wild abandon. they pinched and pulled at your nipples, twisting the sensitive buds until they were painfully hard and throbbing. their hands kneaded and squeezed your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
suddenly, winter plunged a fourth finger into your dripping cunt, stretching you impossibly wide. at the same time, she sucked hard on your clit, her teeth grazing the sensitive nub. that was the final push you needed. your body convulsed violently, back arching off the bed as your second orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave.
you screamed, a highâpitched, almost animalistic sound tearing from your throat as your cunt clamped down around sinterâs fingers. your juices gushed out, flooding her hand, dripping down onto the bed. your breasts heaved, your chest flushed a deep, rosy red as minji and kazuha continued their ruthless assault, pushing you to ride out every last second of your intense climax.
as your orgasm finally started to subside, leaving you a shaking, drooling mess beneath them, winter slowly withdrew her soaked fingers from your fluttering cunt. she brought them up to her mouth, making a show of licking your juices off, savoring your taste with a wicked grin.
minji and kazuha finally released your abused nipples, leaving them throbbing and glistening with their saliva. they sat back, taking in the debauched sight of your naked, marked body, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
winter looked at your trembling, fuckedâout body splayed across the bed, a wicked gleam in her eyes. she could see the way your pussy was still twitching and dripping with each aftershock, your juices painting obscene streaks on the sheets beneath you. nut she wasnât satisfied yet. no, this greedy bitch wanted more.
she grabbed your thighs, pushing them back towards your chest until your knees were practically touching your shoulders. this left your ass and cunt completely exposed and vulnerable to her, your holes winking and clenching in the cool air. winter licked her lips, a feral grin spreading across her face.
âone more for me, you filthy slut. just one more.â she growled, before diving back between your legs. she buried her face in your cunt, her tongue delving deep, lapping up the leftover juices like a starving animal. her hands gripped your ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them apart as she ate you out.
minji and kazuha watched with dark, lust-filled eyes as winter tongueâfucked your pussy. they could see how swollen and puffy your lips were, how red and angry the flesh looked from winterâs relentless assault. It was clear that she was determined to make you squirt again, to wring out every last drop of your pleasure and leave you a completely fuckedâout mess.
winterâs tongue swirled around your clit, flicking and suckling the sensitive bud as she pushed two fingers back inside your tight channel. she pumped them slowly at first, curling them to rub that special spot inside you with every thrust. at the same time, she sealed her lips around your clit, sucking hard as she flicked the tip of her tongue rapidly over the nerveâpacked flesh.
your body was so sensitive from the two orgasms already, and winterâs skilled ministrations quickly pushed you towards the edge again. you could feel the pressure building in your core, your walls starting to flutter and clench around her invading fingers. your thighs trembled, your toes curling as your pleasure mounted.
winter could feel your body tensing, your cunt gripping her fingers like a vice. she knew you were close. determined to make you squirt for her, she doubled her efforts, sucking harder on your clit as she pounded three fingers in and out of your dripping pussy.
your body seized up, back arching clean off the bed as your third orgasm slammed into you like a freight train. winter moaned against your cunt as she felt your pussy clench and spasm around her fingers, your juices gushing out in a powerful squirt. she aimed your twitching hole towards her open mouth, greedily drinking down your release as it poured out of you.
minji and kazuha watched in awe, their cocks straining against their pants at the erotic sight of you coming undone once again. winterâs face was glazed with your essence, your squirting pussy painting her cheeks, chin, and lips with your arousal. she licked and slurped, determined not to waste a single drop of your sweet nectar.
as your intense orgasm finally started to subside, your body went limp, collapsing back onto the bed. you were completely fucked out, your mind blank and your body spent. your chest heaved as you gasped for air, your skin flushed and slick with sweat. winter sat back with a triumphant grin, licking her lips and savoring the taste of your cum.
âfuck, look at you. youâre a complete mess.â kazuha said with a dark chuckle, giving your ass a hard spank. âi love seeing this perfect body marked up and ruined for us.â
minji smirked, rubbing herself through her jeans. ânow that weâve warmed you up, itâs time for the main event. get ready, slut, because we're going to fuck you senseless and paint your insides with our cum.â
ss your body recovered from the intense orgasm winter had forced upon you, minji decided it was her turn to have some fun. with a wicked grin, she crawled up the bed, her eyes fixated on your gorgeous, rounded ass. she licked her lips, eager to taste your most intimate area.
without warning, she buried her face between your ass cheeks, her tongue immediately starting to explore your tight, puckered hole. she dragged the flat of her tongue over your ass crack, tracing the curve of your ass before flicking the tip against your tight hole. your body shuddered at the new sensation, your hole clenching instinctively.
minji groaned in appreciation as she lapped at your ass, her hands squeezing and kneading the plump flesh. she spread your cheeks wider, exposing you even more to her hungry mouth. her tongue circled your puckered entrance, teasing you mercilessly before plunging inside.
she pushed her tongue deep into your asshole, fucking you with the slick muscle. her nose pressed against your ass crack as she tongueâfucked you, her hands gripping your cheeks hard enough to leave reddened marks. minji ate your ass like a woman possessed, her lust and hunger for you palpable in every lick and suck.
winter and kazuha watched the lewd display, their cocks rock hard and straining against their pants. they could see minjiâs tongue plunging in and out of your tight hole, your body jiggling with the force of her licks. the sight of your ass being devoured was incredibly erotic, and they knew they wouldnât last much longer.
kazuha licked her lips, her hand moving to palm her hard cock through her jeans. âfuck, look at her eating that perfect ass. i canât wait to shove my dick in there and make her scream.â she said, her voice low and rough with lust.
winter nodded, rubbing herself through her pants as well. âme neither. i want to see her face when we finally split her open and fill her with our cum.â she growled, her eyes dark and hungry as she watched minji feast on your ass.
minji continued to eat you out, her tongue plunging deep and hard into your asshole. She could feel your body tensing, your ass clenching and unclenching around her invading
your body started to tremble, a mix of pleasure and anticipation coursing through you as minjiâs skilled tongue worked your asshole. she could feel the pressure building, your walls starting to quiver and clench around the slick invader plundering your most intimate depths. Just as she was about to reach her peak, minji pulled back, leaving your asshole empty and aching for more. she gave it one last hard suck, her lips sealing around your puckered hole as she inhaled deeply, savoring your musky scent before releasing you with a wet pop.
minji licked her lips, a sinful grin spreading across her face as she took in your debauched state â chest heaving, face flushed, and your ass still raised and presented, glistening with her spit. she could see how swollen and puffy your asshole was from her oral attentions, clenching desperately around nothing. it was clear that your body was more than ready for what came next.
winter and kazuha had already shed their clothes, their hard, thick cocks springing free, flushed a deep red and leaking with arousal. they stroked themselves as they took in the erotic sight of you, their eyes filled with dark promise and unchecked lust. It was clear that they were going to use your holes for their pleasure, to fuck you until you were a drooling, cumâdrunk mess.
the three friends looked at each other, a silent agreement passing between them. they wanted to push your limits, to see how much you could take before breaking. winter nodded at kazuha and minji, a wicked grin on her face.
âletâs put that pretty mouth to good use, shall we?â she said, her voice dripping with lust and dark promise. âi want to feel those lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me off until i paint your throat with my cum.â
minji and kazuha smirked, stroking their hard, throbbing dicks as they waited for their turns. they wanted to use your mouth just as thoroughly, to fuck your face until tears streamed down your cheeks and your jaw ached from the brutal pace.
winter stepped forward first, grabbing your hair and forcing you to your knees. she pressed the swollen head of her cock against your lips, smearing her leaking preâcum across the soft flesh. the musky scent of her arousal filled your nostrils, making your head spin with desire.
âopen up, you cockâhungry slut.â winter growled, pushing her hips forward to force her thick shaft past your lips. she groaned as your mouth stretched around her, taking her inch by inch until she hit the back of your throat.
as winter started to fuck your face, minji and kazuha circled around, their hard cocks bobbing and twitching with each movement. they stroked themselves in time with winterâs thrusts, their eyes glued to the erotic sight of your lips stretched around her girthy dick.
winter set a brutal pace, gripping your hair tightly as she slammed her hips forward again and again. she used your mouth like a fleshy cock sleeve, her heavy balls slapping against your chin with each thrust. drool leaked from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your heaving tits as she fucked your face with wild abandon.
winter grunted and growled above you, her grip on your hair tightening as she chased her pleasure. she could feel your throat constricting around her, your muscles fluttering and massaging her sensitive cock with each brutal thrust. the wet, obscene sounds of her fucking your face filled the room, mixing with here harsh pants and groans.
just as she was about to reach her peak, winter pulled out abruptly, her cock slick with your spit. strings of drool connected your lips to his shaft, and your jaw ached from the intense faceâfucking.
winter smirked down at you, taking in your disheveled state â hair mussed, face flushed, and spit dripping down your chin. she could see the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath, your tits bouncing slightly with the movement. it was clear that your body was already overwhelmed with pleasure and stimulation, but winter was far from done with you.
without warning, winter raised her hand and brought it down hard across your cheek, the sharp slap echoing in the room. your face jerked to the side from the force of it, a red handprint blooming across your skin. before you could even think to protest, winter had grabbed your hair and shoved her spitâslick cock back into your mouth, hilting herself deep in your throat.
you gagged around the thick intrusion, your throat convulsing as you struggled to accommodate her girth. drool poured from your stretched lips, pooling on your tits and dripping down your stomach. winter held you in place, your nose pressed against her pelvis as she ground her hips against your face, painting your tongue and throat with her musky essence.
as suddenly as she had shoved her cock back into your mouth, winter pulled out, allowing you a moment to gasp for air. she stroked herself rapidly, her hand flying over her spit-slick shaft. Her other hand gripped your hair tightly, holding your head in place as she loomed over you.
minji and kazuha watched with dark, lust-filled eyes, their own cocks pumping in their fists as they took in the brutal display. they could see the way winterâs thick cock stretched your lips obscenely, the way your throat bulged with each thrust. the sight of her slapping you, using your face like a fuck toy, only turned them on more.
winterâs strokes became erratic, her grip on your hair tightening as she chased her rapidly approaching orgasm. Her balls drew up tight, her shaft pulsing and throbbing in her hand. with a guttural groan, she shoved her cock back into your mouth, slamming her hips forward one last time before pulling out completely.
winter aimed her cock at your face, stroking herself furiously. her other hand gripped your hair, holding you in place as she let out a low, animalistic growl. your eyes widened as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head of her cock, painting your face with thick and heavy cum.
your face was instantly drenched in winterâs hot, sticky seed. thick ropes of cum splattered across your cheeks, your forehead, your chin, and your lips. some of it even landed in your hair, matting the strands together. you could feel the heavy spurts of jizz dripping down your skin, pooling in the hollow of your neck and the valley between your breasts.
as winter finished marking you with her release, minji and kazuha stepped up, their cocks rock hard and leaking with arousal. they had watched the brutal faceâfucking and facial with bated breath, their dicks throbbing with the need for the same treatment.
minji stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she took in the sight of you - face glazed with winterâs cum, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over with lust and exhaustion. She could see the way your tits glistened with the sticky essence, the red handprint still blazing across your cheek. it only spurred on her own desire, making her want to mark you as thoroughly as her friends had.
without any preamble, inji grabbed your hair, forcing you to your knees once more. She pressed the swollen, leaking head of her cock against your cum-splattered cheek, smearing the mess across your skin. the musky scent of her arousal filled your nostrils, making your head spin with need.
âopen up, you cumâdrunk slut.â minji growled, her voice rough with lust. âiâm going to fuck your pretty little mouth until you choke on my cock. i want to see those slutty eyes roll back in your head as i ruin your throat.â
she didnât wait for a response, simply gripping your hair tighter and forcing her thick shaft past your lips. your jaw stretched obscenely around her girth, your mouth struggling to accommodate the sudden intrusion. minji groaned as your wet heat enveloped her, her hips jerking forward to bury herself deeper in your throat.
minji set a brutal pace, slamming her hips against your face with each thrust. she used your mouth like a cock sleeve, fucking your face with wild abandon. drool poured from your stretched lips, dripping down your chin and onto your tits, mixing with the cum already painting your skin. the wet, obscene sounds of minjiâs cock plunging in and out of your mouth filled the room, mingling with her harsh pants and grunts.
just like winter, minji wasnât gentle. she gripped your hair tightly, holding your head in place as she fucked your face with everything she had. She could feel your throat constricting around her, your muscles fluttering and massaging her sensitive flesh. it only spurred her on more, making her thrusts harder and more erratic.
winter and kazuha watched intently as Minji used your mouth, their own cocks throbbing with the need for their turn. rhey could see the way your throat bulged with each brutal thrust, the way your tits bounced and jiggled from the force of Minji's hips slamming against your face. the sight was incredibly erotic, and they knew they wouldn't last much longer before they needed to bury their own dicks in your hot, willing mouth.
minjiâs balls slammed against your chin with each thrust, your skin growing slick with spit and preâcum. she could feel her orgasm building quickly, her cock pulsing and twitching inside the tight clutch of your throat. with a harsh groan, she shoved her hips forward one last time, burying herself to the hilt in your mouth as she started to come.
thick, hot spurts of cum erupted from Minji's cock, flooding your mouth and painting your tongue white. she held your head in place, forcing you to swallow every drop of her release as it poured down your throat. you could feel it sloshing in your belly, adding to the growing puddle of jizz already coating your skin.
as minji pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, a strand of cum and drool connecting your lips to her softening cock, kazuha wasted no time in taking her place.
kazuha wasted no time in grabbing your hair, forcing you back onto your knees as minji stepped aside. she could see the way your throat worked to swallow the load of cum she had just fed you, the way your belly was starting to swell slightly from the sheer volume of jizz pumped into your mouth and throat. it was a debauched sight that only served to inflame her own lust and desire.
kazuha pressed the leaking tip of her cock against your lips, smearing the mix of winterâs and minjiâs cum across your face. the musky scent of her arousal was thick in the air, making your head spin with need. she could feel the heat radiating off your skin, the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath. it was clear that your body was overwhelmed with pleasure, but she had no intention of stopping until she had her own release.
âsuch a good little cum dump,â kazuha purred, her voice dripping with dark promise. âi bet you canât wait to choke on my cock, can you? i bet you want to feel me painting your insides white, marking you as mine."
she didnât wait for a response, simply gripping your hair tighter and forcing her thick shaft past your lips. your jaw stretched obscenely around her girth, your mouth struggling to accommodate the sudden intrusion. kazuha groaned as your wet heat enveloped her, her hips jerking forward to bury herself deeper in your throat.
kazuha set a brutal pace, slamming her hips against your face with each thrust. she used your mouth like a cock sleeve, fucking your face with wild abandon. drool poured from your stretched lips, dripping down your chin and onto your tits, mixing with the cum already painting your skin. the wet, obscene sounds of kazuhaâs cock plunging in and out of your mouth filled the room, mingling with her harsh pants and grunts.
just like winter and minji before her, kazuha wasnât gentle. she gripped your hair tightly, holding your head in place as she fucked your face with everything she had. she could feel your throat constricting around her, your muscles fluttering and massaging her sensitive flesh. it only spurred her on more, making her thrusts harder and more erratic.
kazuhaâs strokes became frantic, her grip on your hair tightening as she chased her rapidly approaching orgasm. she could feel her balls drawing up tight, her shaft pulsing and throbbing in your mouth. with a loud, guttural moan, she slammed her hips forward one last time before pulling out completely.
kazuha aimed her cock at your face, stroking herself furiously. thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from her swollen tip, splattering across your cheeks and forehead. she painted your face with her release, marking you as thoroughly as her friends had. some of it even landed in your hair, matting the strands together.
as kazuha finished, she stepped back, leaving you kneeling on the floor, your face and tits glazed with three different loads of cum. your chest heaved with each ragged breath, your skin slick and shiny with the sticky essence. your jaw ached from the brutal faceâfucking, and your belly was slightly distended from the sheer volume of jizz pumped into your mouth and throat.
the three friends looked down at your debauched state, their cocks still hard and leaking. they could see the way your eyes were glazed over, your mind fucked stupid from the intense experience. it was clear that you were completely overwhelmed, drowning in a sea of pleasure and exhaustion. and yet, they knew they could still push you further, could still make you take more of their cocks, more of their cum.
kazuha smirked down at your cumâsoaked, exhausted form kneeling before her. she could see the way your chest heaved with each labored breath, the way your skin glistened with the sticky essence of three intense facials. despite your clear state of overload, kazuha wasnât done with you yet. she wanted to feel your tight, wet cunt wrapped around her throbbing cock, wanted to make you scream on her dick until you were hoarse.
âget up and sit on my cock, slut.â kazuha ordered, her voice rough with lust. âi want to feel that perfect pussy squeezing me as i split you open on my fat dick. iâm going to fuck you so hard, youâll forget your own name.â
kazuha grabbed your arms, hauling you to your feet. she pulled you towards the bed, forcing you to straddle her hips. she grabbed your hips, gripping them tightly as she positioned you above her straining erection. she rubbed the swollen head of her cock up and down your dripping slit, coating herself in your slick arousal. the sensation made her groan, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass.
âthatâs it, you dirty girl. sit on my cock like the desperate little slut you are,â kazuha growled. âiâm going to ruin your tight cunt, make you scream so loud the neighbors will hear you.â
with that, she pulled you down, the thick head of her shaft popping past your entrance and sinking into your hot, clutching depths. kazuha threw her head back with a guttural moan as your walls stretched around her, gripping her like a vice. she could feel your slick, velvety heat enveloping her, your body welcoming her intrusion.
kazuha started to bounce you on her lap, using your hips to drive you up and down her thick shaft. each downward motion sank her deeper into your core, stretching you wider, filling you more completely. her hips surged up to meet yours, slamming her cock into you with bruising force, determined to ruin you for all other men.
âyes, fuck! your cunt feels so fucking good around my dick.â kazuha snarled, her eyes dark and wild as she watched your tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust. âiâm going to fuck this pussy so hard, you'll be feeling me for days. iâll make sure this cunt remembers the shape of my cock, the way i split you open on my thick meat.â
the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as kazuha fucked up into you, each thrust shaking the bed. her balls slapped against your ass, heavy and full, ready to paint your insides with her seed. kazuha wanted to fill you, to pump you so full of her cum that you would be dripping for hours after she was done with you.
kazuhaâs hands roamed your body as she fucked up into you, squeezing and kneading every inch of exposed skin. she tweaked your nipples roughly, pinching and rolling the hardened buds between her fingers until you cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. her other hand slid down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in harsh, fast circles, determined to make you come undone on her cock.
âthatâs it, scream for me! let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.â kazuha demanded, her voice a low, rough growl. she could feel your walls starting to flutter and clench around her, your body tensing as your orgasm approached. kazuha wanted to feel you come apart, wanted to watch your face as you surrendered to the pleasure utterly.
she redoubled her efforts, slamming her hips up harder, driving her cock deeper into your core with each brutal thrust. at the same time, she pinched your clit hard, rolling the sensitive bud between her fingers until your vision nearly whites out from the intense sensation.
kazuha could feel her own release fast approaching, her balls drawing up tight as she chased her rapidly building climax. she wanted to come deep inside you, to pump your tight cunt full of her hot, thick seed. she wanted to mark you as hers, to claim you in the most primal way possible.
âfuck, iâm going to come! iâm going to fill this pussy up, paint your insides white with my cum!â kazuha roared, slamming her hips up one last time. she buried herself to the hilt inside you, the head of her cock kissing your cervix as she exploded.
at the same time, she felt your pussy clamp down around her like a vice, your walls rippling and squeezing her shaft as your own intense orgasm overtook you. kazuha threw her head back with a guttural moan, a string of curses falling from her lips as she pumped your clenching cunt full of her hot, sticky release.
as kazuha slammed her hips up one final time, burying her throbbing cock deep inside your spasming cunt, she didn't pull out. Instead, she gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as she started to grind her pelvis against yours. her cock twitched and pulsed inside you, pumping thick ropes of hot cum directly into your womb as your pussy milked her for every last drop.
just as the intense waves of your shared orgasm began to subside, you felt the bed dip behind you. you turned your head to see minji positioning herself, a wicked gleam in her eye and a sadistic smirk on her face. before you could react, she pressed the slick tip of her own hard cock against your tight, puckered asshole.
minji wasted no time, pushing forward and sinking into your ass with one smooth, relentless thrust. your eyes widened and you let out a choked moan as she speared you open on her thick shaft, your back arching as your body struggled to adjust to the sudden intrusion. the sensation of having both your holes filled at the same time was overwhelming, pushing you to the brink of overload.
âfuck, her ass is so goddamn tightââ minji groaned, starting to roll her hips and fuck into you with deep, purposeful strokes. her hands gripped your ass cheeks hard, kneading the plump flesh as she used your hole like a cock sleeve.
kazuha matched her thrusts, slamming her own hips up to meet minjiâs downward movements. together, they sandwiched you between them, their combined weight and the force of their thrusts shaking the bed. the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with your wants and the grunts of the two women using your holes so thoroughly.
âtake it, you filthy slut,â kazuha snarled, her eyes dark with lust and hunger. âtake our cocks like the desperate whore you are. iâm going to fuck this tight ass until you're screaming for more.â
âand iâll pump this greedy asshole full of my hot cum.â minji added, punctuating her words with a sharp thrust of her hips. ahe could feel your walls clenching and fluttering around her invading shaft, your body instinctively trying to push her out even as you were trying to get used to her size.
minji leaned over you, her tits pressing against your back as she bit down hard on your shoulder, marking you as her own. her hips slammed against your ass with brutal force, each thrust shaking your entire body and forcing kazuhaâs cock even deeper into your cunt. the dual stimulation of having your pussy stretched around kazuhaâs throbbing shaft and your asshole speared open on minjiâs thick meat was almost too much to bear.
âscream for us, you cockâhungry slut!â kazuha demanded, her voice a low, rough growl. ahe pinched and rolled your nipples roughly, sending jolts of pleasurable pain straight to your core. at the same time, she rubbed your clit in fast, harsh circles, pushing you closer to the edge of another mindâblowing orgasm.
winter watched with dark, lust-filled eyes as minji and kazuha used your holes with wild abandon. the sight of you sandwiched between them, your face twisted in a mix of pleasure and overload, only fueled her own desires. she wanted a piece of the action, wanted to add her own brand of brutal passion to the depraved scene.
without warning, winter grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look up at her. her other hand groped and squeezed your tits roughly, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking your nipples until you cried out. winterâs eyes were wild and hungry as she drank in the sight of your face, flushed and contorted with ecstasy.
âi want your mouth on my cock, slut.â winter growled, her voice dripping with dark promise. âi want to feel that pretty little mouth wrapped around my shaft while these two bitches ruin your holes. suck me off like the desperate whore you are.â
with that, she forced your head down, shoving your face into her crotch. the musky scent of her arousal filled your nostrils, making your head spin with need. winter gripped your hair tightly, holding your head in place as she rubbed her leaking cock against your lips, smearing them with her preâcum.
at the same time, minji and kazuha redoubled their efforts, slamming into you with renewed fervor. they gripped your hips and ass tightly, using your body like a fuck toy for their pleasure. the bed creaked and groaned beneath the force of their thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall with each brutal surge of their hips.
âfuck, look at her taking all three of usâŠâ minji panted, her voice rough with exertion and lust. she could feel your asshole clenching and fluttering around her shaft, your body desperate for more even as it strained to take the intense double penetration.
âsheâs a natural born cock sleeve,â kazuha agreed, slamming her hips up harder, driving her own shaft deeper into your spasming cunt. she could feel winterâs cock throbbing against your lips, the heat of it searing your skin even through the fabric of her pants.
winter shoved her hips forward, forcing her hard, thick shaft past your lips and into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth. your jaw stretched obscenely around her girth, your tongue instinctively wrapping around the invading flesh. winter groaned at the feeling of your mouth enveloping her, her fingers tightening in your hair.
âthatâs it, you cockâhungry slut,â winter snarled, starting to roll her hips and fuck your face with deep, purposeful strokes. âtake my fucking cock like the dirty whore you are. i want to feel the back of your throat as i use your mouth.â
as winter started to faceâfuck you, minji and kazuha matched her rhythm, slamming their own hips against yours in brutal unison. the triple assault on your senses was overwhelming, pushing you to the brink of blacking out from the intense pleasure and lack of air.
your mind reeled as your body was used for their pleasure, your holes stretched and filled, your mouth stuffed full of hard, throbbing cock. drool poured from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your heaving tits as winter fucked your face with wild abandon. the wet, guttural sounds of her hips slapping against your face filled the room, mingling with the obscene slap of flesh on flesh as kazuha and Minji continued to pound your cunt and ass.
your body started to shake and convulse, a scream muffled by winterâs pistoning cock as another mindâshattering orgasm ripped through you. your pussy clenched and spasmed around kazuhaâs shaft, your asshole gripping minjiâs in a viceâlike hold as your release crashed over you like a tidal wave. the sensation of coming on three cocks at once was almost too intense to bear, pushing you to the very limits of what your body could take.
through it all, winter, minji, and kazuha didnât let up, continuing to use your holes with brutal, animalistic fervor. they fucked you through your orgasm, their strokes never faltering as they chased their own impending releases. the room filled with the debauched sounds of your screams, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, and the grunts and moans of the three women as they raced towards their own climaxes.
winter slammed her hips forward one last time, burying her cock deep in your throat as she threw her head back with a roar. thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from her shaft, painting your throat and filling your belly with her bitter essence. At the same time, minji and kazuha hilted themselves inside you, their own cocks pulsing and throbbing as they pumped your cunt and ass full of their releasing seed.
tou could feel their shafts pulsing and twitching inside you as they emptied their heavy balls, flooding your holes with what felt like gallons of hot, sticky cum. it was an overwhelming sensation, being pumped so full of their releases that you could feel it sloshing heavily in your belly and leaking out around their shafts.
as their orgasms subsided, the three friends slowly pulled out, their softening cocks slipping from your thoroughly used holes with obscene wet sounds. you collapsed forward onto the bed, your body limp and spent, completely fucked out from the intense triple assault on your senses. your skin glistened with sweat and cum, your hair a wild mess, and your holes gaping and dripping with their combined releases.
as the three friends caught their breath and basked in the afterglow of their intense, depraved session, they looked down at your absolutely wrecked form sprawled out on the bed. your skin was slick with sweat, cum, and other fluids, your holes gaping and leaking their releases, and your hair a wild, tangled mess. they could see the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath, your body completely fucked out and overwhelmed.
winter, minji, and kazuha exchanged a look, a silent communication passing between them. they wanted to give you one last reward, one final act to seal your initiation into their group of friends. with a wicked grin, winter spoke up, her voice still rough from her recent orgasm.
âi think our little slut deserves a proper send-off, donât you?â she said, looking at her friends with a gleam of lust in her eyes. âletâs give her a facial to remember."
minji and kazuha nodded in agreement, their own cocks already starting to stir and harden at the thought. they gathered around the bed, stroking themselves to full mast once more. Winter grabbed your hair, forcing you to sit up and kneel in the middle of the bed. the other two positioned themselves on either side of you, their hard shafts bobbing and twitching with arousal.
âopen wide, you cumâhungry whore,â kazuha growled, fisting her shaft and aiming it at your face. âweâre going to paint you like a canvas, mark you as our bitch for good.â
minji did the same, gripping her own cock and rubbing the swollen head against your cheek, smearing your skin with her preâcum. winter grabbed your hair tighter, forcing your head back and exposing your face to their combined assault.
together, the three friends started to stroke themselves furiously, their grips tight and their movements fast and rough. they wanted to come hard and fast, to give you a facial like no other. the room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their stroking, their grunts and moans growing louder and more urgent as they approached their climax.
âfuck, iâm going to come!â winter roared, her voice echoing off the walls. at the same time, minji and kazuha let out their own cries of release, their shafts pulsing and thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from the tips, splattering across your face and hair in heavy streams. winter, minji, and kazuha stroked themselves to completion, pumping load after load of their thick, pungent seed all over you. your face and hair were quickly glazed with a thick layer of their combined releases, droplets dripping down your chin and onto your chest.
by the time they finished, you were completely drenched in their essences, your skin and hair matted with the sticky evidence of their lust. the sheer volume of cum painted on your face was a testament to their intense, depraved session and your initiation into their exclusive group of friends.
as the three friends stepped back to admire their work, your face was a canvas of their combined releases. streaks of jizz coated your cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, dripping down to pool on your heaving tits. clumps of thick cum clung to your tangled hair, weighing down the strands and making them stick together. the sight of you, so thoroughly marked and claimed, was a powerful image of your new place among them â a place where you existed solely for their pleasure and use.
ââââ ( đž ) working as a maid in the lavish laforteza mansion, you find yourself trapped between mr. lafortezaâs quiet predation, his wifeâs intimidating power, and a humiliating accident that leaves you stuck in the washing machineâonly to realize that your helplessness has become mrs. lafortezaâs newest leverage, her gaze settling on you with a dangerous mix of amusement, desire, and control.
đaring. dom!boss!sophia laforteza x sub!maid!fem reader.
the polished marble floors of the laforteza mansion gleam under the chandeliers, reflecting a life of boundless wealth that is, paradoxically, not yours. every surface, every artifact, whispers of power and influence. you move through it, a silent shadow, an indispensable cog in the well-oiled machine of their opulent existence. your work here, youâve learned, is⊠peculiar. but then, so is the man who owns this palace.
you are the maid, an integral part of the household of mr. and mrs. laforteza, the philippinesâ most influential business couple. your duties are extensive, your hours long, but the pay? the pay is exceptional. itâs a golden handcuff, really, binding you to a world that simultaneously awes and unnerves you.
mr. laforteza, however, is the primary source of that unease. he is a man of imposing presence, sharp suits, and a smile that rarely reaches his eyes, but often seems to linger on you. his peculiarities manifest in a constant, subtle pursuit, a series of almostâmoves, almostâtouches, almostâcomments that keep you perpetually on guard.
âmagandang umaga, binibini,â heâd say, his voice a low rumble, the âbinibiniâ pronounced with an almost possessive warmth. he would find you dusting and suddenly be too close, his hand brushing your arm as he reached for an imaginary speck on a nearby vase. or heâd compliment your hair, your uniform, your tireless work, his gaze holding yours a moment too long. youâd learned to pivot, to suddenly remember an urgent task in another room, to fill your hands with something, anything, to create a physical barrier. you kept your responses polite, professional, and brief, a delicate dance of avoidance. you didnât want trouble. not here. not when so much depended on that generous salary.
mrs. laforteza, sophia, was rarely around, always jetting off to some international conference or society gala. but her presence was a formidable shadow, a silent warning. she was the matriarch, the true power behind the throne, a woman whose discerning eyes missed nothing, and whose wrath, you suspected, would be swift and absolute. she was your shield, in a strange way, against her husbandâs advances. as long as you kept within the bounds of propriety, as long as there was no hint of scandal, her absence was a complicated blessing.
today, however, the mansion is completely empty save for you. a rare, almost unsettling quiet hangs in the air, broken only by the hum of the air conditioning and the distant sounds of the city. you cherish these moments of solitude, a chance to let your shoulders drop, to breathe without the constant vigilance. itâs laundry day, a monumental task in a house where even the bedsheets feel like spun silk. you load the last batch into the stateâofâtheâart washing machine in the sprawling service area. you press the start button. nothing.
you press it again. still nothing. a cold dread settles in your stomach. what? this machine, so new, so expensive, could not possibly be broken. you press the power button, then start, then cycle through the settings. the lights flicker, a faint whirring sound starts, then abruptly stops. the digital display flashes an error code youâve never seen before. your heart begins to pound a frantic rhythm against your ribs.
breaking something here wasnât like breaking a plate at your old job. this wasnât just a few hundred pesos. this was a laforteza appliance. the cost would be astronomical. fear, sharp and immediate, grips you. you could kiss your good pay goodbye, swallowed by repairs. or worse, you could lose the job entirely. your hands tremble slightly as you force yourself to calm down. panic wouldnât fix anything. you had to figure out what was happening.
you lean down, peering into the washing machine drum. itâs a front-loader, sleek and modern. you try to rotate the drum manually, but itâs stiff, resisting your efforts. something is clearly caught, jamming the mechanism. you grab a flashlight from a nearby drawer and shine it into the depths. the light bounces off a glint of gold, then iridescent pearl.
your stomach drops even further. itâs not just a piece of debris. itâs a necklace. a dazzling, intricate piece, clearly expensive, with a large, creamy pearl pendant. and itâs intimately tangled with what looks like a fragment of fabric â a silk lining, perhaps from a designer handbag. you recognize it instantly. itâs one of mrs. lafortezaâs signature pearl necklaces, the one she wore to the state dinner last month. and the bag⊠a small, impossibly expensive clutch youâd seen her carry, tossed carelessly onto the laundry basket by a sleepy morning domestic, likely by mistake.
âdios ko,â you whisper, the fear turning into outright terror. if anything happened to this, anything at allâŠ
you have to get it out. carefully. gently. you open the washing machine door wider, the rubber seal cool against your fingertips. to reach the necklace, you realize youâll need to bend down, put your head and shoulders inside the drum. itâs an awkward angle, but thereâs no other way.
you take a deep breath, push your head in first, then your shoulders follow. the cool, metallic scent of the machine fills your nostrils. your arms stretch forward, fingers brushing against the smooth, damp fabric of the pearl bag, feeling for the chain. itâs wedged in, tight. you try to angle your wrist, to get a better grip. you push a little further, your upper body now almost entirely inside the drum, your feet still planted firmly on the floor outside.
you feel a slight shift, a subtle give, and then â thunk.
your heart lurches. youâre stuck.
your shoulders, it seems, were wider than the opening, or perhaps youâd twisted at an unfortunate angle. the rubber seal of the washing machine door now presses uncomfortably around your midsection, just below your ribs. you canât pull forward, and you canât push back. your efforts to free yourself only wedge you in tighter, the pressure increasing, making it difficult to breathe deeply.
panic, cold and nauseating, washes over you. you are on all fours, your bottom impossibly high in the air, your face and upper torso buried inside a washing machine, your arms still reaching futilely for an impossibly expensive piece of jewelry. this was beyond humiliating. this was a nightmare plucked straight from a ridiculous comedy sketch. except it wasnât funny. not even a little bit.
âwalang hiya!â you mutter, the tagalog curse a desperate whisper in the cramped, echoing space of the drum.
you try again, a grunt escaping your lips as you strain. your muscles ache, your spine protests. the rubber bites into your skin. you are truly, utterly stuck. the absurdity of it all almost makes you laugh, a hysterical, breathless sound that dies in your throat. of all the ways to get into trouble, this had to be the most undignified.
and what if someone came home? what if mrs. laforteza herself walked in and found you like this? the image of her formidable gaze, her quiet, cutting judgment, makes you wince. but worse, infinitely worse, what if he came home? mr. laforteza, the man whose peculiar advances you so meticulously avoided. to be found in this compromising, vulnerable position⊠the thought sends a fresh wave of terror through you.
you close your eyes, trying to regulate your breathing. the air in the drum is stale and metallic. you can feel the cold hard plastic against your cheek. your arms are beginning to cramp, still outstretched, useless. the necklace, the cause of all this, glints mockingly just beyond your reach.
you try one last, desperate push, trying to leverage your hips. itâs no use. you are as stuck as a cork in a bottle. tears of frustration and fear prick at your eyes. this was supposed to be a quiet afternoon, a moment of respite. now you were trapped, utterly helpless, and awaiting⊠what? rescue? by whom? and what would be the cost of that rescue, beyond mere financial deduction? the peculiar mr. laforteza, his lingering gaze, his knowing smile⊠the thought alone was enough to make you wish you could simply evaporate into thin air.
suddenly, a sound. the distant rumble of an engine pulling into the driveway. itâs too early for mr. laforteza. itâs too late for the driver. your blood runs cold. a familiar engine. it could only be one person. mr. laforteza.
footsteps sound on the marble in the main hall. sheâs home. and youâre here. stuck, headfirst in a washing machine, your backside presented to the world like a grotesque, domestic offering. the footsteps grow closer, echoing louder as they approach the service area. each step is a hammer blow to your frantic heart. your breathing hitches. you squeeze your eyes shut, praying for invisibility, for the earth to swallow you whole.
however, who it really is surprises you.
the footsteps stop. right outside the laundry room. a slight pause. then, a soft, almost amused chuckle. âmagandang hapon, irog,â a deep voice says, right behind you. the warmth in her tone is unmistakable, and unsettling. âmukhang may problema ka?â
it seems you have a problem.
your entire body freezes. the indignity. the sheer, unadulterated humiliation of being discovered like this. you can feel the heat rising in your face, even though itâs hidden from view. you donât dare move, donât dare speak. how long has she been standing there? how much did he see?
she circles around, her polished leather shoes clicking softly on the tiled floor. you can hear her moving, smell her expensive cologne. sh stops right in front of the washing machine opening, where your face is buried. you canât bring yourself to open your eyes.
âanoâng nangyari dito? she asks, her voice closer now, laced with a familiar, peculiar mix of concern and something else you couldnât quite place â amusement? mischief?
she chuckles again, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through the metal of the machine. you feel a light tap on your shoulder, then a more insistent nudge. âwell, you canât stay there all day, can you? kailangan mong lumabas diyan.â
still you donât respond, paralyzed by shame. the thought of looking her in the eye, or rather, having her look you in the eye while your body was in this ridiculous predicament, was unbearable. âcome on now,â she says, a hint of impatience now, but still that underlying amusement. âletâs see if we can extract you from this mechanical monster.â
you feel her hand on your waist, a firm but notâquiteâgentle grip, trying to pull you out. you gasp, a small, involuntary sound. itâs exactly the kind of touch you strove so hard to avoid, now an essential part of your rescue. you feel a wave of sheer violation, despite the innocent context. your body is rigid. you are stuck, not just physically, but emotionally, in this humiliating bind.
she pulls again, harder this time. you feel the rubber give slightly, the pressure shifting. you groan, a mix of pain and frustration. âyouâre quite wedged in there,â she notes, a smirk audible in her voice. âlooks like we need to be a bit more⊠strategic.â
her hands move from your waist to your hips, trying to get a better purchase. your face flushes even deeper. you can feel the warmth of her fingers through your uniform, the strength of her grip. itâs not overtly sexual, not yet, but itâs intimate, far too intimate for the maidâemployer relationship. and you are utterly defenseless.
âtry to push with your legs,â she instructs, âwhile i pull.â you comply, pushing with your feet against the floor, trying to leverage yourself. her hands shift, one on each hip, bracing you, then pulling. itâs an agonizing moment of stretched muscles and compressed flesh. you feel a sudden, sharp pop as you finally slide free, tumbling backwards onto the tiled floor, a tangled heap of limbs and uniform.
you lie there for a moment, disoriented, dizzy, and profoundly embarrassed. the cool air against your face is a welcome relief after the stale air of the drum. you push yourself up onto unsteady hands and knees, avoiding her gaze, focused intently on the patterns of the tiles.
âthere you go,â she says, a triumphant note in his voice. she offers you a hand, but you quickly scramble to your feet, brushing off your uniform, still refusing to meet her eyes. you feel disheveled, exposed, your hair probably a mess. you want nothing more than to run and hide.
âmaraming salamat po, ginang laforteza,â you manage, your voice barely a whisper, thick with embarrassment.
âwalang anuman po.â she replies, but her eyes, you can feel them on you, lingering. âbut it seems you owe me a favor now, donât you? a rescue, no less. and quite a spectacle it was.â
you steal a quick glance at her. sheâs smiling, a slow, knowing smile that sends a shiver down your spine. thereâs a glint in her eyes, that familiar spark of peculiar amusement, but also something else, something predatory. she knows. she saw. and now, he has leverage.
you quickly avert your gaze, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks once more. âi-iâll fix the washing machine, po. and the necklaceâŠâ you glance at the now retrieved necklace, lying innocently on the floor where it had fallen. it was thankfully undamaged.
âdonât worry about the machine,â she says, waving a dismissive hand. âweâll have someone look at it.â
she leaned in closer, her lips a hairsbreadth from yours as she whispered. âiâve seen the way you look at me when you think i donât notice. i know you want me just as badly as want you, you naughty girl.â
sophia captured your mouth in a searing kiss, plundering your lips with a desperate hunger. her tongue delved past your teeth to claim every inch of your mouth, staking her territory.
breaking the kiss, she nipped at your lower lip before soothing it with her tongue. âmy husband is gone, and iâm feeling so... pent up. a lonely wife has needs, you know.â her hand slid higher, fingers stroking along the edge of your panties.
âso hereâs the deal, sweet thing. you let me use this tight little body of yours to scratch my itchâŠâ she punctuated her words by rubbing your clothed slit, feeling the heat building there. â...and iâll get you out of this mess. sound fair?â
sophiaâs fingers crept under the fabric of your panties, stroking along your slick folds as she felt the evidence of your arousal. âmmmh, it seems like someone is excited about the idea of being taken advantage of by her boss.â she teased, circling your clit with a maddeningly light touch
her other hand slid up to wrap around your throat, applying the faintest pressure, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your pulse jump in your veins. sophia leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she whispered. âiâm going to fuck you right here, baby. iâm going to bend you over and hike up your skirt and bury myself deep in your sweet cunt until we're both screaming in ecstasy.â
to emphasize her point, sophia shoved two fingers knuckleâdeep into your dripping hole, pumping them in and out at a brutal pace. Her thumb rubbed hard circles around your clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.
âthen, when iâm done using your sexy little body, iâll make sure youâre so well compensated for your... service. iâll give you a hefty bonus, and maybe even keep you on as my personal plaything.â she purred, nipping at your earlobe before soothing it with her tongue.
sophiaâs eyes flashed with dark promise as she pressed you harder against the cold metal of the washing machine, her body pinning you in place. her hand slid up your thigh, pushing your skirt up around your waist as she palmed your ass possessively.
âsuch a naughty girl, getting yourself stuck like this.â she murmured, fingers dipping beneath the hem of your panties to stroke along your slick folds teasingly. âdonât worry, baby. iâll take goooood care of youâŠâ
sophiaâs other hand crept up to wrap around your throat, applying the faintest pressure as she leaned in to capture your mouth in a hungry, dominating kiss. her tongue pushed past your lips to claim every inch of you, staking her territory.
she broke the kiss to blaze a trail of hot, openâmouthed kisses down the column of your throat, pausing to suck hard on your pulse point. sophiaâs fingers pushed your panties aside, two digits sinking deep into your dripping cunt without preamble.
âfuck, youâre so tight.â she groaned against your skin, pumping her fingers slowly as she savored the feel of your velvet walls clenching around the intrusion. âi canât wait to feel this sexy little pussy wrapped around my fingersâŠâ
sophiaâs thumb found your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, hard circles as she fingered you with singleâminded focus. her kisses turned biting, teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your throat as she marked you as hers.
âgonna fuck this sweet cunt so hard, baby.â she panted, scissoring her fingers inside you as she rubbed your clit harder, faster. âgonna make you scream on my bed until the whole neighborhood knows who this pussy belongs toâŠâ
sophiaâs fingers pumped faster, harder, driving into your dripping slit with a relentless rhythm. her thumb rubbed your clit with aggressive strokes, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.
âthatâs it, baby. gonna come all over my fingers like a good girl.â she growled, sinking her teeth into your shoulder as she felt your walls starting to flutter. âfuck, i canât wait to taste your cream. want to lick up every drop of your sweet cumâŠâ
she captured your mouth in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperation. her free hand slid up to grope your breast, kneading the soft flesh and pinching your nipple hard through the thin fabric of your uniform.
sophiaâs fingers curled inside you, rubbing that special spot that made your toes curl and your back arch. she swallowed your cries of pleasure, drinking down your ecstasy like the finest wine as she fucked you through your climax.
âmmmh, yes! come for me, baby. drench my fingers in your juices.â she purred, lapping at your lips as she worked you through the aftershocks, milking every last drop of bliss from your trembling body. âsuch a good little maid, coming so hard for your bossâŠâ
âi canâtwait to feel these sexy thighs wrapped around my waist while i pound this pussy into oblivion. gonna ruin you for anyone else, make it so this cunt belongs only to me.â she captures your mouth in another searing kiss, all tongue and teeth as she devours you with wild abandon.
âhope youâre ready, baby, because iâm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you wonât be able to walk straight for days. iâll make sure this pussy is dripping with my cum, marking you as my personal fucktoy inside and out.â
sophiaâs eyes flashed with dark lust as she gripped your hips tighter, fingers sinking into the supple flesh of your ass as she ground her clothâcovered sex against yours with desperate need. she could feel the heat of your core, even through the fabric separating you, and it made her crave more.
âfuck, i need to taste you.â she growled, her voice rough with desire. In one swift motion, sophia hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your thighs, baring your glistening sex to her hungry gaze.
she leaned in, inhaling deeply as she took in the intoxicating scent of your arousal. âmmmh, you smell divine, baby. i et you taste even better.â sophia purred, her breath hot against your sensitive folds.
without warning, she buried her face between your thighs, her tongue delving deep into your dripping slit. sophia licked and lapped at your essence like a woman starved, moaning in ecstasy as she savored your flavor.
âfuck, delicious,â she groaned, her lips and chin quickly glistening with your juices as she feasted on your sex. âi could get addicted to this sweet cuntâŠâ
sophiaâs hands gripped your ass harder, spreading your cheeks and tilting your hips up to give her better access as she ate you out with wild abandon. her tongue circled your clit, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud before sucking it hard into her mouth.
she could feel your thighs trembling around her head, hear your breathy moans and whimpers as she pleasured you. it only spurred sophia on, making her double her efforts to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.
âcome on, baby. give me more of this honey.â she demanded, her voice muffled against your flesh as she continued to lap and suck at your dripping slit. âi want to drown in your sweet cream, want to choke on your pleasure until youâre screaming my nameâŠâ
sophiaâs fingers crept up to tease your entrance, circling your opening with a maddeningly light touch before plunging two digits deep into your velvet heat. she pumped them in and out, fucking you hard and fast as her tongue worked your clit merciless.
sophiaâs fingers curled inside you, rubbing that perfect spot that made your toes curl and your back arch off the cold metal of the washing machine. she could feel your walls starting to flutter around the invading digits, and knew you were close to tumbling over the edge into bliss.
âthatâs it, baby. come for me.â she growled, her voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh as she sucked your clit hard, demanding your release. âi want to feel this sweet cunt spasm around my fingers as you scream my name. let go, angel. give me everything.â
sophiaâs other hand slid up your body, pushing your uniform top up and over your breasts. she pushed the cups of your bra down, freeing your perfect mounds to her greedy hands. sophia kneaded the soft flesh roughly, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers until they pebbled under her touch.
she could feel your body tensing, your thighs clamping around her head as your climax approached. sophia doubled her efforts, fucking you harder and faster with her fingers as she licked and sucked your clit with desperation.
âfuck, yes! come on my face like a good girl.â sophia commanded, her eyes flashing up to meet yours with a wicked, lustâfilled glare. âpaint my lips and chin with your sweet cum, baby. mark me as yours as i mark this pussy as mineâŠâ
with a sharp cry, you tumbled over the edge, your sex clenching and unclenching around sophiaâs pistoning fingers as pleasure crashed over you in overwhelming waves. your juices gushed out, flooding her mouth and chin as she licked and lapped greedily at your spasming slit.
âmmmh, yes! thatâs my good little maid.â sophia praised, her voice muffled by your essence as she worked you through your climax. âso fucking sexy when you come undone like this, baby. i could watch this perfect body shake with pleasure for hoursâŠâ
as your orgasm began to subside, sophia slowly withdrew her fingers from your dripping sex. she brought them up to her lips, making a show of licking them clean of your juices as she held your trembling gaze.
âdelicious.â she purred, a wicked grin spreading across her face. âbut weâre far from done.â
it was always bright in there, the fluorescent lights making everything feel like it was happening in the middle of a late afternoon no matter what time it actually was, and you liked that. you liked how time bent a little when you were logged in, how the world outside blurred into background noise, especially on days when school felt like an empty hallway and your classroom was just another place to sit still in.Â
minji noticed you immediately. not because you were interesting â she didnât think you were, not at first â but because you were loud. unmistakably, unapologetically loud. the kind of loud that didnât only come from the volume of your voice, but from the way you took up space, dragging the good chair in the front like it was a part of your entrance, laughing with your whole chest over the sound of game effects and chat alerts, your group tumbling into the room like a school trip gone off-leash.Â
sheâd memorized your face before she ever learned your name, knew the back of your head before she knew your voice. you were one of the regulars who came in during the dead hours, when most students were still stuck in their last class, and you always had that smug, gleaming look like you were getting away with something.Â
she didnât like that look. she didnât like how easily you ignored the signs, how you pretended not to hear her the first time she warned you to lower your volume. she didnât like that it didnât bother you to be scolded in front of your friends â if anything, it seemed like you enjoyed it. like her disapproval only made you dig in your heels. it wasnât personal, not really. she didnât hate you. she just didnât understand people like you.
you got used to her voice before you ever really got used to her presence. it was always clipped, clean, a little bored â like she was constantly half a sentence away from telling someone to grow up. she didnât yell, didnât argue, didnât raise her tone. she didnât call you out more than anyone else, but when she did, it stuck.
you didnât know why it mattered. maybe it was the way she never looked flustered. maybe it was because you couldnât get a read on her.
or maybe it was because she kept noticing things you didnât expect her to â how you always preferred the machine near the back wall, how you tapped your pen against the counter when you were impatient, how you asked for the same snack every visit but never ate it until you were halfway through your game. she didnât say anything about it. didnât act like it meant anything. but she noticed. and you noticed that she noticed. and then it became something.
minji started bracing herself whenever she saw your name in the logbook. it was a reflex. she didnât even need to look up anymore. sheâd hear a chair scrape too hard, or someone laugh too loud from the leftmost aisle, and sheâd already know it was you.
but you were also the one who left quietly when asked. the one who once helped untangle the mess of wires when a younger kid tripped and yanked half the extension cords out of place. she didnât say thank you then. she just made a note of it, like she made a note of everything else. like she couldnât help it.
minji doesnât look up right away when the door opens.
the bell makes its usual sound, light and worn, like itâs been through too many rainy seasons and dustings and still rings out of obligation rather than cheer, and she barely reacts now when she hears it â just a small pause in the motion of her pen, a glance at the corner of the monitor to check the time, the hour flickering quietly in digital blue. itâs half past one. way too early for the usual rush. too late for the lunch crowd. a dead hour. the good kind.
sheâs in the middle of writing down something in the logbook â a half-finished note about a broken headset cable, third one this week, not even surprised anymore â when she hears the faint scuff of shoes on tile. itâs not rushed, not the kind of sound someone makes when theyâre in a hurry to get to their favorite seat. itâs unhurried. deliberate. and a little familiar.
still, she finishes writing the word first. sheâs not about to drop everything because someone walked in weird.
and then she sees the shoes.
white rubber, slightly muddy at the edges, mismatched laces. sheâs seen those shoes before. a lot. too many times. and above the shoes â socks, a little slouched at the ankles. above that â a school skirt. the colors sharp, not faded. worn neatly. regulation length. unmistakable.
minji blinks.
her eyes trail upward slowly. thereâs a uniform blouse â clean, a little wrinkled near the elbow, but buttoned properly. your school crest sits on the pocket, clear as day. and your hair is the same as always â not styled, not tucked, just loose and slightly messy, like you didnât care enough to fix it properly before stepping out. youâre carrying your bag on one shoulder, lazily. the same way you always do when you come here after class. except this isnât after class.
you meet her eyes the moment she looks up fully, like you were waiting for it. like you knew exactly what kind of stare youâd get and decided to lean into it anyway.
you walk up to the counter slowly, that casual sway in your step that sheâs come to recognize, and for a moment, minji doesnât say anything. just watches. tries to figure out what you think youâre doing. because there are signs. so many signs. taped outside the door. beside the desk. on the snack shelf. red ink, bold letters.
and youâre here. in a uniform. in the middle of the day.
her pen stops moving completely.
you say it before she can open her mouth. âbefore you say anything, i know.â
of course you do.
you point a thumb toward the door. âthe sign.â
itâs there â taped to the door, a little wrinkled at the corners, with all-caps block letters printed in faded red ink:
STRICTLY NO STUDENTS IN UNIFORM ALLOWED DURING SCHOOL HOURS.
thereâs another copy of it taped beside the monitor near her elbow. and another one stuck beside the snack shelf. youâve seen them all before.
minji leans back a little in her chair, not quite crossing her arms but close. her fingers tap the pen once against the desk. sheâs not mad â not yet â but thereâs a familiar tightening in her jaw, the kind that usually shows up when someone tries to get clever with the rules.
âso you do know,â she says, flatly.
you nod, like youâve just confessed to a crime but donât think it should count.
you shift your weight to one leg, look at her like youâre waiting for a reaction. like youâre already predicting which version of her youâre going to get â the bored one, the scolding one, the unimpressed one who always sends you back to your seat with a word and a stare.
âi just didnât wanna go home yet,â you say, more relaxed than she thinks you should be. âand itâs just homeroom today. they wonât even notice.â
minji raises a brow. âthatâs still skipping.â
you shrug. âbarely.â
that annoys her. not a lot. just enough.
she doesnât bother to repeat herself. you already know what the rule is. instead, she glances past you, just for a second, as if checking whether someone else is about to walk in. someone in the same uniform, ready to turn this into a pattern. but thereâs no one. itâs just you.
she sighs, softly. âyouâre not supposed to be here.â
âthen pretend you didnât see me.â
âyou walked through the front door.â
âyeah, but with charm.â
minji wants to roll her eyes. she doesnât. instead, she points at the sign on the counter with the end of her pen.
you lean forward slightly to read it again, like it mightâve changed since last time.
you let out a small exhale â not quite a sigh, but something close â then say, âiâll change.â
minji blinks. âwhat?â
âif the problemâs the uniform,â you say, voice lighter now, like this is all some casual joke between you, âiâll take it off.â
her spine straightens. âyouâre not serious.â
âtotally am.â
and before she can stop you â before she can even finish deciding how serious you actually are â youâre already reaching for your bag strap, unzipping it with one hand, fingers moving with practiced ease like youâve done this a hundred times before, like this whole thing is just another level to beat, another argument to shrug off, and she watches as you slip the blazer off your shoulders and start on the blouse buttons like youâre just taking off a jacket. calm. casual.
she opens her mouth, but nothing comes out at first.
and somewhere behind the monitor, she can feel her pulse ticking a little faster than it should.
you donât do it to be dramatic. youâre not here for a scene. youâre not even here for the games, not really â not like usual. itâs more about not being anywhere else. you woke up with that kind of mood clinging to you like sweat after a nap, the kind where everything felt too loud even when it was quiet, where the thought of sitting through another homeroom period under flickering fluorescent lights made your stomach twist in a way you couldnât name.
so you left. or skipped. whatever. itâs not like theyâll call home. not like anyoneâs waiting. you had the uniform on already and thought it might be funny to show up like that â not for attention, just to see what sheâd do. desk girl. the one who always looks like she has the whole world figured out and still manages to look bored by it.
sheâs watching you now. not like she usually does, not with that sideways glance she gives you when youâre being too loud or eating chips near the equipment. no, this is different. still unreadable, still quiet, but focused. like she doesnât know where this is going yet. like youâve finally said something she doesnât have a response for.
and for a second â just one â that makes you hesitate.
minji doesnât blink. not when you say it. not when your fingers start undoing the buttons of your blouse. not even when you shrug one side of it off. sheâs never been one to react quickly, never been easy to startle, and right now she tells herself that hasnât changed.
but thereâs a different kind of tension tightening around her ribs â not panic, not discomfort, but something quieter, slower, harder to name. her eyes flicker down without meaning to, just for a moment, just long enough to catch the black t-shirt underneath, slightly wrinkled, tucked halfway into what she realizes now are dri-fit shorts hidden under your skirt. of course. youâd planned this. prepared for it. like you knew you were going to end up here. like you expected her to stop you â and wanted to prove that she couldnât.
you fold the blouse neatly and stuff it into your bag like this is just protocol, like thereâs nothing strange about stripping off part of your uniform in front of the girl whoâs scolded you more times than you can count. you donât meet her eyes. not yet. but you know sheâs still watching you, and for the first time, you feel the weight of that gaze settle differently against your skin.
minji exhales, slowly, quietly. sheâs not sure what annoys her more â the fact that you found a loophole, or the way her brain is still catching up to what just happened. itâs not like sheâs never seen someone change in here before. kids take off hoodies all the time. people adjust layers when the AC is acting up. but this feels different. maybe because itâs you. maybe because you said it so casually, like a dare. maybe because, deep down, she knows youâre not just doing this for yourself.
you finally look at her again, your mouth twitching into the kind of smile thatâs just barely there, the kind that could mean anything or nothing. âproblem solved?â
she wants to say yes. wants to roll her eyes and tell you to pay already. wants to act like none of this mattered.
but the air between you feels different now â just slightly charged, just a little off-rhythm, like something got nudged out of place and neither of you knows how to set it back.
instead, she says, âtwo hours?â
you nod. âand shin ramen. the black one.â
she punches it into the register without another word. doesnât meet your eyes. doesnât say anything when your fingers brush the coins on the counter a little too close to hers. doesnât look up until youâve already started walking toward the far right aisle â your usual spot, the one near the window, the one she always pretends not to hold for you even when the place starts filling up.
minji watches the back of your head as you sit down.
she doesnât even realize sheâs still staring.
minji stays seated for longer than necessary. your paymentâs already logged, the receipt tucked away, the change sitting quietly in the plastic tray beside the register, untouched. her hand hovers near it, fingers brushing the edge, but she doesnât move.
she stares past the monitor, not quite at the snack shelf, not quite at you either â somewhere in between, somewhere where her thoughts keep slipping back to the buttons of your blouse, your voice saying youâd take it off, the nonchalance in your tone, the quiet steadiness of your hands. she tells herself sheâs just processing. that this is just annoyance, not confusion. that youâre just a problem sheâs already solved. but her body betrays her â thereâs a tension around her ribs that doesnât fade.
she breathes out through her nose and stands slowly, the stool creaking faintly beneath her as she moves toward the snack shelf, every step measured like sheâs not trying to buy herself time but ends up doing exactly that. she reaches for the Shin Ramyun Black â fingers curling around the familiar packaging, the weight of it suddenly too warm in her hand. itâs not new. youâve ordered it before. but something about picking it up today feels different, like it means more than it should.
she sets the cup down, opens the drawer, pulls out a pair of chopsticks, listens to the electric kettle hum to life. even the water feels like it takes longer to boil, each second stretching thin with how quiet the place has become. her eyes flick to the clock again. three minutes pass. maybe more. sheâs not really keeping track.
when itâs ready, she places the lid on, wipes her fingers on the side of her jeans, and makes her way toward you with the kind of calm she doesnât feel.
you donât turn around. you donât need to. you sit there like you already know what sheâs carrying, like youâve been listening to every tiny sound behind the counter since you walked in.
she sets the ramen down in front of you without a word, her hand steady even as her mind refuses to quiet. and you glance up just as sheâs pulling away.
you meet her eyes â not with a grin, not with that smugness you usually wear â but something smaller, more careful. she doesnât look away. not this time.
something tightens in the space between you, not tension exactly, just something unspoken, something hanging.
and then you raise a brow, just slightly, voice low. âno drink?â
your tone is teasing but soft, like youâre testing the waters. her mouth parts, the usual retort balanced on the tip of her tongue, but she doesnât say it. the corner of her mouth twitches, like she wants to scoff but canât commit.
ânext time,â she mutters instead, barely audible, and turns back toward the counter.
you donât touch the mouse right away.
the monitor hums quietly, the wallpaper casting a faint blue glow against your skin, and for once, you donât dive straight into the launcher or tap the shortcut to the usual game. your fingers hover near the keyboard, then fall to your lap, and you just sit there for a while, back against the chair, legs slightly stretched. not thinking. not planning. just sitting.
minji notices.
itâs the first thing she registers after she gets back to her seat â that you're not making any noise. no rapid clicks, no trash talk bleeding into the air, no calls to teammates or victory yells. just stillness. and you, backlit by the screen, your shoulders curved a little inward like maybe today isnât about winning.
she keeps pretending to look busy.
flips a page in the logbook, checks the register even though no one else has come in. her eyes drift past the screen when she thinks it wonât matter, but you havenât moved much. the ramenâs beside you now, lid peeled open halfway, steam curling up gently. she watches you stir it with your chopsticks, not eating yet, just watching the broth swirl.
a small part of her wonders if something happened.
not that she cares. not really. not in any way sheâs going to admit. she justâ
youâre not like this. and for a second, sheâs not sure if she likes it better or worse.
you glance toward the counter once â just briefly, eyes flicking up through your lashes â and catch her looking.
she doesnât look away fast enough.
you donât smirk. you donât say anything. just blink once, tilt your head slightly like youâre seeing her for the first time instead of the hundredth.
then you finally speak.
âyou ever get bored, sitting there all day?â
minji doesnât answer right away.
the question lands differently than the ones you usually throw at her â no sarcasm, no grin. itâs too normal. too honest. and it leaves her unsure whether youâre trying to make conversation or just filling the quiet.
she leans back in her chair slightly, eyes still on you.
âdepends whoâs walking in,â she says.
itâs vague. safe. but you catch the edge of it. your lips twitch like you want to grin â not the obnoxious kind, but the quiet, knowing one. like you know exactly what she means. like maybe today you donât need her to spell it out.
you finally start eating, still slow, blowing gently on the noodles before slurping them in one smooth, practiced motion. you eat like someone who's used to feeding themself in quiet corners. like someone who knows when to take their time.
minji watches you again â not for long, just long enough to notice the way you pause between bites, the way your gaze sometimes drifts toward the window, or the shelves, or nowhere at all.
maybe something did happen.
maybe you just didnât want to go home.
maybe â and this thought takes its time arriving â maybe you came here because it was the only place you felt like showing up to.
you finish the noodles slowly, the broth mostly gone, and for a moment, you just sit with the bowl in front of you, chopsticks resting on top, head tilted slightly toward the screen. the cursor drifts lazily across the desktop. and then you click.
a game launches â not the usual one, not the one you and your friends scream over â something quieter. older. the kind that loads with a low chime and no fancy splash screens. it hums to life in windowed mode, a familiar map blinking into view. you stretch one arm overhead, crack your neck to the side, and settle in.
minji notices the sound before she looks â faint, but enough to cut through the cafeâs low hum. she knows the game. itâs single-player. no shouting. no co-op. she doesnât remember ever seeing you play it before.
you move differently when you play this one. more focused. less chaotic. you click with purpose, not force. your eyes donât dart around like youâre chasing a kill count â they stay low, steady. thereâs no music playing, just in-game footsteps and the occasional sound effect, and for some reason that makes the quiet feel heavier.
minji pretends to keep working, but her eyes drift up more often now.
you donât seem to notice. or maybe you do, and just donât care.
after a while, she stands. walks around the desk slowly, not like she has somewhere to be but like she just remembered something minor. her fingers trail along the edge of the counter out of habit. she passes the snack rack, glances at it like sheâs checking inventory, then steps closer to your aisle.
itâs not subtle. and the excuse isnât good.
âi think that chairâs been squeaking lately.â
you pause your game, turn slightly in your seat. âwhat?â
minji points vaguely at the base of your chair. âthe wheel. or maybe the backrest. someone said it was noisy yesterday.â
you lean back experimentally, rock the chair once. it doesnât squeak.
âseems fine to me.â
minji doesnât move. her hand stays on the top of the divider like she needs to lean on it to stay balanced. she glances down at you, but your eyes are still curious â not teasing, not smug. just looking at her like sheâs not as unreadable as she thinks she is.
you turn back to the screen. âyou sure you didnât just want to see what i was playing?â
she exhales through her nose. âas if.â
you smile without looking at her. âyou can watch if you want.â
minji doesn't answer. doesnât leave, either. just stays there for a few more seconds â long enough for the quiet to feel like something neither of you can explain away.
then she turns back toward the counter. slowly.
but not before glancing at the screen one more time.
just long enough to see that you named the save file after your screen name.
and maybe â maybe â she kind of likes that she recognized it right away.
the thing about weekends is that they donât start slowly. not here. not at the cafe.
by the time minji opens up â keys jangling, shutters clattering, the metal door groaning like it resents being forced awake â thereâs already a line of regulars hovering near the entrance, pretending they just happened to be walking by at the exact moment she lifts the gate. she knows better. sheâs stopped questioning it.
the floor hums as the units boot up one by one. a ripple of light spreads across the rows of monitors, screen savers blinking to life like eyes opening from sleep. minji moves through it all without thinking â disinfects the keyboards, checks the snack inventory, updates the queue sheet. the rhythm is familiar. muscle memory. every saturday starts like this.
except now, sheâs waiting.
she doesnât mean to. really. but somewhere between checking the receipt roll and counting headset wires, her brain starts preparing for it. the shift. the disruption.
you.
you and your friends â the human hurricane. the noise she hears even through her own earbuds, the cause of at least three cable replacements and one unreported dent in a monitor stand. youâre always late morning or early afternoon. never alone. always loud.
minji glances at the clock. ten-thirty.
you never show before eleven. she should have a little more time.
still, she finds herself already bracing for it â the clatter of the door, the chorus of overlapping voices, the way your laugh always cuts sharper than the others and how, without fail, you end up in the same corner booth like itâs yours by birthright. no one else even tries to sit there anymore. she hasnât reserved it for you, not officially. but she hasnât stopped you either.
she sighs through her nose, clicks her pen twice against the desk, and opens the logbook. nothing broken yet today. a good sign.
outside, the sunâs already starting to bake the pavement. trafficâs heavier than usual. a dog barks, distant but persistent. minji taps her finger against her lip, squints at the monitor, and refreshes the time tracker for the third time in ten minutes.
itâs not like sheâs looking forward to it.
sheâs just â aware.
aware in the way someone might be aware of an incoming storm. not afraid. not excited. just⊠quietly preparing.
because you always come in like you own the air you breathe. like the rules donât really apply unless you feel like they do. and lately â only lately â sheâs noticed the way your eyes find her quicker than they used to. the way you smile now, just a little slower, like thereâs something youâre holding back for later. something just for her.
she hates that sheâs started looking forward to that part.
a little.
just a little.
the pen stalls halfway through a note about restocking ramen. she sets it down, leans back in the chair, and crosses her arms.
itâs not even eleven yet.
but she already knows whatâs about to walk through that door.
the bell rings at exactly 11:07.
minji doesnât flinch. she just closes the drawer she wasnât really reorganizing, tilts her chin slightly like sheâs only stretching her neck. doesnât look up. not yet.
she knows itâs you.
itâs not just the sound of the door â itâs the cadence of it. the soft slam of a palm pushing it open too confidently, the hitch of your shoe against the doormat, the almost melodic rhythm of your steps like youâre trying not to run but also not trying that hard to walk. she hears more than one pair of feet â of course you didnât come alone â but your steps are the only ones she zeroes in on without meaning to. always have. the others donât matter. not as much. theyâre the noise. youâre the signal.
and sure enough â when she finally looks up, itâs you at the front of the pack, all bright eyes and untucked confidence, bag slung over your back like it weighs nothing, like you couldnât care less that itâs hanging open and thereâs a half-crushed plastic bottle sticking out from the side. your friends are already halfway through the greeting process, calling dibs on chairs you havenât paid for yet, but you take your time walking toward the desk.
of course you do.
you shoot her that look â the one that says hi without saying anything, all familiar and easy like yesterday didnât happen the way it did. like you didnât stand there unbuttoning your uniform while she stared, wordless and paralyzed, stuck somewhere between outrage and⊠whatever that other thing was.
minji doesnât let herself react. she just stares.
you blink once, slowly, then grin. a real one this time. full teeth, crinkled nose. a little obnoxious. the kind that usually means youâre about to make a bad decision and want her to witness it.
âhi,â you say, casual like youâre not here to ruin the rest of her shift. âsix hours.â
six. hours.
minjiâs eyebrow twitches. âare you serious?â
you nod solemnly, hands in your pockets now, shoulders slouched forward like the weight of responsibility is just too much. âwe brought snacks. weâll behave. mostly.â
âyou never behave.â
âthen adjust your expectations.â
thereâs a sharp snort from somewhere behind you â probably the tall one who always kicks the CPU when he dies in-game â but minji ignores it. her eyes stay on you. and for a second, you think sheâs going to say something about yesterday. you think sheâll bring up the uniform stunt, the rule-bending, the smug way you left after your session like youâd won something.
but she doesnât.
she just sighs, turns to the monitor, and starts logging your hours like itâs any other day. like youâre any other customer.
except she still doesnât tell you how much it is until you ask. and when you pass the cash across the desk, your fingers graze hers â on purpose or by accident, you wonât say â and she doesnât pull away right away.
you give your usual name. not your real one â the gamer tag, the dumb screenname sheâs seen on too many monitors followed by too many kill-death ratios. she writes it down without looking up.
minjiâs been mentally preparing herself for this.
she knew â the moment she saw your name in the logbook â that today was going to be loud. chaotic. the kind of shift that ends with her shoulders tense and her throat dry from saying âkeep it downâ too many times to a group that never listens. you, especially.
and itâs not just the noise. itâs the way you sit â half-slouched, foot up on the CPU tower like itâs a footrest, headset askew, one hand flying between your mouse and the bag of snacks at your side. itâs the way your laugh rings out, too unfiltered, too real, like you donât care who hears. like you forgot sheâs even here.
she tells herself sheâs only looking because youâre a problem. a disturbance. a managerial headache she needs to monitor.
but then someone â one of the louder boys, the one with the bleached fringe and loud opinions â leans across your chair, points at your screen, and says too loudly, âyou only got that kill âcause desk girlâs watching.â
and thatâs when she glances up for real.
not just a passing glance. a full turn of the head. brows slightly drawn together, pen halting mid-stroke.
you donât answer right away. youâre too focused, too locked in. but your mouth curls slightly, and your eyes flick briefly toward the desk. just once. then back to the game.
your friend whistles, nudging your chair. âohhh, you so did that on purpose.â
âshut up,â you say, but youâre grinning now. itâs a bad cover.
âsomeoneâs gotta tell her. you keep showing up like this, sheâs gonna start charging you double.â
âthen iâll just work here.â
minji doesnât move. doesnât look like she heard.
but her hand tightens slightly around her pen. not enough to snap it. just enough to feel it.
she doesnât say anything. not then. not even when your whole row erupts again over some last-minute win and the one with the loudest voice starts banging the desk in celebration like youâre in a stadium. she just stands, walks over with a dustpan she doesnât need, and pauses near the aisle entrance.
you catch her eye. mid-smile. your headset halfway off.
and even from where she stands, she can see how quick the grin softens. just a little. not shy. justâsmaller.
she doesnât say anything. just meets your gaze for a beat too long, then turns away.
you donât really mean to stay this long.
most of your friends have already left â not with dramatic exits or grand goodbyes, just gradually, one by one, until the noise thinned out and the aisle emptied and you were the only one still here, headset pulled down around your neck, chair turned sideways to let one leg hang off. your gameâs still open, but you havenât moved in a while. havenât clicked anything. havenât even respawned.
instead, youâre watching the light.
it comes in slanted now, low and gold, leaking through the wide front window like itâs been waiting all day. it hits the rows of monitors and spills onto the scuffed tiles near the snack shelf, casting long, slow shadows over everything. and in the middle of it â barely catching the edge of it, actually â is minji.
sheâs not doing much. just sitting behind the desk with her elbows propped up, a pen twirling in her fingers, her eyes following something on the screen in front of her. itâs not you. sheâs not looking at you. and somehow that makes it worse.
you tell yourself youâre just tired. thatâs why your chest feels tight. thatâs why your fingers are fidgeting with the drawstrings on your sweatpants. thatâs why youâre still here.
eventually, you stand. stretch. gather the courage thatâs been poking at the back of your throat for ten minutes.
you approach the desk again â second time in half an hour â holding nothing this time. no ramen cup, no fake reason. just the half-used spoon still in your hoodie pocket and your hands stuffed deep into the front.
minji glances up.
you pause. shift your weight. and say, like itâs the most natural thing in the world, âyouâre still here.â
she raises an eyebrow. âi work here.â
âi know. just⊠surprised.â
âthat iâm not running away from you?â
you smirk. âkind of.â
her lips twitch, almost smiling, but she doesnât answer. just looks at you. steady. unreadable.
you clear your throat. âyou looked bored.â
âi was fine.â
âyou looked bored,â you insist, leaning forward, elbows bracing the counter. âi figured iâd do you a favor. keep you entertained.â
she doesnât roll her eyes, but itâs close.
âwith what,â she asks. âmore excuses?â
you tap the spoon twice against the desk.
ânah,â you say. âi think i ran out.â
minji doesnât know why she doesnât just tell you to go home.
youâve already overstayed. your hours ran out half an hour ago. youâre lingering, clearly, with that restless energy that says you donât want to be anywhere else but also donât know how to say it out loud. she knows that kind of mood. has lived inside it more than she cares to admit.
she watches the way your hand taps the plastic spoon against the edge of the desk like you forgot itâs even there. how your eyes keep drifting toward the window, then back to her, like youâre trying to see how far you can push whatever this is before she draws a line.
she doesnât.
not yet.
instead, she says, quieter now, âyour friends know youâre skipping?â
your mouth pulls into a crooked grin. âsome of them. not all.â
âwonât you get in trouble?â
you shrug. ânot unless someone tells.â
her eyes meet yours. level. unreadable.
âwhat makes you think i wonât?â
you lean in a little, voice lower, like youâre trying to draw her in with you. âbecause if you wanted to get rid of me, you wouldâve already.â
that does something.
not much. just the faintest flicker across her features. something close to surprise. something quieter than interest but not quite disinterest either.
she doesnât answer. just looks down at her logbook, pen still poised over the margin, the last note still unfinished.
you watch her in the silence.
then, just as she starts to move again, you say â too fast, too casual â âdo you want me to?â
she freezes.
itâs not a dare. not really. itâs barely even a question. more like a feeling that slipped out before you could stop it. one that sat too long behind your ribs and got tired of waiting for the right moment.
her eyes lift again, slow.
and this time, her voice is softer. almost wary. âwhat?â
âgo,â you say. âdo you want me to?â
the second time, it sounds smaller.
and for a moment, you can tell she hears it that way too.
just something in between. something you decide â in that moment â is enough to stay just a little longer.
you donât sit back down right away.
not because youâre planning anything, not because you have some clever line ready to go â just because youâre waiting to see what sheâll do. if sheâll look at you again. if sheâll say something softer this time. if the tension in her shoulders will finally settle.
she doesnât tell you to leave.
but she doesnât ask you to stay either.
instead, she pushes the spoon gently aside with one finger and opens the drawer beside her, pulling something out that you canât see. thereâs a brief crinkle of foil, the sound light, almost too quiet to notice, and thenâ
âhere,â she says, and sheâs holding it out to you without meeting your eyes. âyouâre still here, might as well eat something.â
itâs a biscuit pack. the kind they sell in bundles. sweet, a little stale if itâs been out too long. familiar.
you blink.
âyouâre giving me snacks now?â
âdonât make it weird,â she says, eyes flicking up for a second. âitâs probably expired.â
you take it anyway.
tear open the corner and pop one into your mouth. itâs sweeter than you expect. faintly coconutty. a little soft. you chew slower than necessary.
âyouâre nicer when itâs quiet,â you murmur, just loud enough.
âyouâre quieter when no oneâs watching,â she replies, dry, but not unkind.
it makes your mouth twitch. not a laugh, not quite â but almost. the kind of almost you know she catches, even if she pretends not to.
you let the silence stretch for a while after that. thereâs a rhythm in it. not tense, not awkward â just there. filled with unspoken things and the soft hum of the monitor and the clock ticking behind the shelf.
you lean on your elbow, picking at the wrapper now, fingers brushing crumbs into your palm. she types something into the logbook again. doesnât comment when you start talking a little too easily.
âi think iâve seen you at school before.â
her head lifts.
âyouâre in morning class, right?â
a pause. then, slowly, she nods. âyouâre in afternoon.â
âi thought so,â you say, like itâs only just clicking now. like you hadnât already pieced it together weeks ago, when you caught a glimpse of her in the hallway near the admin office, hair tied up and sleeves rolled neatly. âmakes sense.â
she looks at you, brows slightly raised. âhow?â
âyou seem like someone who gets things over with early.â
âand you seem like someone who doesnât.â
you grin. âyouâre not wrong.â
thereâs a beat of quiet, but itâs different now â lighter.
you let the last bite of the biscuit melt on your tongue and say, ây/n, by the way.â
she doesnât answer right away.
but when she does, itâs softer. almost like a secret.
âminji.â
itâs earlier than usual when you show up. not by much â maybe thirty minutes â but enough to catch her still halfway through opening tasks, sleeves rolled to the elbow, hair scraped up like she didnât bother with a mirror, just needed it out of her face. sheâs crouched near the counter, tugging open the bottom drawer with a familiar click of effort, and doesnât look up right away when the doorbell chimes. but her hand stills on the handle for a second, eyes flicking sideways, already knowing.
you donât say anything at first. just stand in the doorway, holding a nearly-finished bottle of soda and a paper-wrapped pack of fries like you walked over from somewhere else, like you just decided to drop by â not to play, not yet. just to exist in the space for a while. she looks up slowly, head tilted, face unreadable in that classic minji way.
you smile, lazy and shameless. âyouâre open, right?â
she doesnât sigh, but she might as well. âunfortunately.â
âyou always open alone?â you ask, gesturing vaguely with a fry.
âon weekends.â
you nod, like you expected that answer. âmakes sense.â
her brows raise slightly. âwhy?â
you shrug. âyou seem like someone who doesnât like people touching her stuff.â
she blinks. stares. not impressed.
you grin wider. chew your fry. say nothing else.
for a while, thereâs nothing but the soft hum of machines waking up around you, the buzz of a monitor screen still on standby, the faint, familiar clatter of minji checking something off a notepad. your bottle rests between you on the desk. the paper wrapper for the fries crinkles under your hand. you pick at it absently.
then, without looking at her, you say, âsaw you in school yesterday.â
minji doesnât flinch. doesnât even pause in her writing. âi know.â
you blink. lean back slightly in your chair. âoh.â
this time, she glances up. brief, unreadable. âyou were with dani.â
you nod, a little slower now. âyeah.â
she says nothing else, just flips to a new page.
you speak again, voice a little lower. âweâve been friends since middle school.â
still no reaction.
âi donât usually go to school that early, but she begged,â you add, tone lightening. âmade me carry her books and everything.â
minji hums. a sound barely there, almost automatic.
you smile faintly. âsheâs annoying like that.â
âsheâs nice,â minji says eventually, like itâs just a fact, like sheâs sorting her thoughts out loud without meaning to.
âyou like her better than me?â you tease, tilting your head, letting your voice stretch around the grin youâre half-hiding.
thereâs a pause. she taps her pen once against the desk.
âdepends on the day,â she says, and doesnât look up again.
you laugh, soft but sincere. toss a coin between your fingers and watch it catch the light.
the day trickles by slowly. nothing urgent happens. no crowd pours in. the usual group chat is quiet. you boot up a game eventually, more for background noise than anything else, and then wander back to the desk with the half-full soda bottle still in hand. you set it on the edge of the counter â not too close, but close enough to be noticed.
she eyes it once, then looks at you. you raise an eyebrow like you're daring her to ask.
âgot two straws if you want.â
she folds her arms. âdidnât ask.â
âdidnât say you had to.â
she stares for a second, unreadable again. then she walks past you, heading for the back shelf. and as she does, her voice trails behind her, low and casual.
âleave some.â
you freeze for half a second. then you look at the bottle. then at her back.
you smile.
and go back to pretending you werenât waiting for that exact response.
minji doesnât usually think about you between shifts. not in the way people think about things theyâre curious about, or nervous about, orâwhatever. itâs just that when she comes in, she has a rhythm. keys. lights. the familiar click of the drawer. pen cap between her teeth. and when she pulls the stool out from behind the desk and sits, sometimes, a little part of her does wonder if todayâs going to be a you day. not because sheâs looking forward to it. not exactly. but because it changes the shape of the hours. stretches them, tilts them on their side.
youâre not there when she opens. thatâs normal. itâs a weekday again. early afternoon. still cool outside. she sets her bag under the desk and logs into the system, starts marking a few things down. headset sevenâs still broken. she made a note to replace the plug but forgot. she writes that down. the fridge hums louder than usual. she notes that too. everything feels ordinary.
she doesnât see you until past noon.
when the door opens, the bell rings sharper than usual. she doesnât look up right away. sheâs mid-scroll through an inventory sheet. she hears the door swing open and closed, hears footsteps that donât rush or stomp or drag â theyâre just... there. familiar enough to stall her hand on the mouse. she waits half a second. then looks up.
youâre walking toward the counter again, one hand tucked into your hoodie pocket, the other holding a small pastry wrapped in bakery paper. your skirtâs different today. longer. your socks are mismatched. youâve got that same expression you always wear when youâre about to say something stupid. and for some reason, that makes her exhale a little through her nose, a breath not quite a laugh.
you stop at the counter. you set the pastry down like itâs a peace offering. âfor your trauma,â you say.
minji stares at it. âwhat trauma.â
you raise your brows. gesture to yourself. âthe stripping.â
she almost chokes. instead, she blinks. straightens a little in her seat. âyouâre the one who did it.â
âi warned you,â you say, leaning an elbow against the desk. âtold you iâd take it off.â
minji looks at the pastry again. itâs ube-cheese. not her favorite, but you wouldnât know that.
she reaches for it anyway.
âyouâre here early,â she says.
you shrug. âdanielle had a club thing. made me come with her again. we got out early, though, so i figured iâd swing by.â
âyou didnât bring her?â
âshe had to go home. something about her dog and a missing sock.â
minji hums. she unwraps the pastry slowly, more focused on not making a mess than on answering you. she takes a small bite. chews. swallows. âthanks,â she says, not quite meeting your eyes.
you smile. lean a little more of your weight onto the counter. âso you do eat.â
she side-eyes you. âwhat do you think i do, photosynthesize?â
âwasnât sure,â you say. âyouâre always behind the desk like some npc.â
âyou play too much.â
âyou monitor me too much.â
âyouâre loud.â
âyou like it.â
her chewing slows. she doesnât say anything to that. just looks at you â eyes calm, unreadable again, but not cold. just... still. and when she speaks, itâs quieter. âdo you talk like this to everyone?â
you pause. straighten just slightly.
âonly people who look like theyâre dying of boredom.â
minji lets out a slow breath. shakes her head once. âyouâre ridiculous.â
âbut youâre not asking me to leave.â
she says nothing.
and you donât press it.
you reach for the straw dispenser, snag one, pop it into the cup you didnât buy here but brought in anyway. minji should scold you for that. but she doesnât. she watches you take a sip and watches you not flinch when the drinkâs obviously watered down. you glance toward the far row of computers, the corner where you always sit, and hesitate.
âyouâre not gonna be there long, right?â she asks.
you shrug. âmaybe.â
âyour friends coming?â
you shake your head. ânot today. thought iâd play solo for once.â
minji raises a brow. âwhat, you lost a bet?â
you grin. ânah. just figured you needed a break.â
she snorts. itâs quiet, almost covered by the sound of the chair squeaking as she shifts. but itâs there.
you start walking away, drink in one hand, bag in the other. then you pause. twist a little to glance over your shoulder. âby the way.â
she looks up.
âwhatâs your favorite?â you ask, nodding at the pastry in her hand.
she blinks. takes another small bite without answering.
you smile wider. âiâll guess.â
and then you disappear down the aisle, shoes quiet on the tile, leaving her staring after you like sheâs still trying to figure out if youâre just messing with her or if this is something she should start paying attention to.
she looks down at the wrapper in her hand. chews slower. and tells herself itâs nothing. still.
itâs a kind of second home, in a way â not because itâs warm or welcoming (minji rarely gives you more than a blink before sheâs back to her monitor), but because itâs familiar. the floor tiles with their small, worn cracks. the faint smell of instant noodles and plastic packaging. the soft hum of screens that never sleep.
itâs easy here. easy to be loud. to laugh too hard. to drag your friends into arguments over which gun is better or whose fault the last match was.
and minji â sheâs part of that familiarity now too. not in the way your friends are, not loud and messy, but quiet, backgrounded, like the hum of the fridge or the way the fluorescent lights always flicker a little near the snack shelf. sheâs always there when you arrive. always at the desk, chin in one hand, pen tapping against some old receipt or repair log, eyes flicking up only when necessary.
you like that about her. that she doesnât flinch. doesnât react much, even when sheâs clearly judging you. thereâs something kind of fun about trying to get a rise out of her. like a game you havenât figured out the rules to yet.
today, though, you donât push it right away. you dump your bag into the usual seat, slide into the one next to it, throw your leg over the edge like you own the whole aisle. the others are still arguing about snacks and seat numbers, so you just lean back and glance at her through the space between monitors.
sheâs pretending not to look. but you know she hears you. you saw the way she sighed.
youâd call it exasperation if her gaze didnât always linger a second too long. like sheâs not quite sure what to make of you. that makes you grin.
thereâs something about being looked at like that â not with annoyance, not really, but with interest hidden under irritation â that makes the room feel warmer than it is.
you stretch. crack your knuckles. toss your friends a look. youâll play a round or two. then maybe swing by the counter with an excuse. a dumb one. something that makes her raise her eyebrow the way she always does.
something to make her look again.
minji tries not to anticipate it.
tries to focus on the list in front of her â the one with todayâs headset assignments and payment logs and reminders to restock the cup noodles. but her eyes keep flicking upward, toward the monitor that shows the corner where you and your friends are sitting.
your screen flashes bright once â a familiar game loading interface â and she exhales quietly through her nose.
right on schedule.
she busies herself with inventory for the snack shelf. checks the expiration dates on the chips even though she already did that yesterday. picks up a can of soda, puts it back. double-checks the machineâs coin slot.
you havenât come up yet. but she knows you will.
you always do, somehow. not every visit, not every hour â just enough that sheâs started to recognize the rhythm of it. thereâs always a pause between matches. a break in the laughter. a lull before the approach. itâs never urgent. never important.
just you.
standing at the counter with that same tilt to your voice. always starting with some throwaway line that has nothing to do with what you actually want to say.
she doesnât know why you do it. or maybe she does. maybe she just hasnât admitted it yet.
and just as the thought crosses her mind, the bell dings again.
not from the door â from the counter. the small metal one you tap when youâre trying to be annoying.
she looks up, slowly.
youâre already leaning against the edge of the desk, elbow on the counter, that bad excuse halfway out of your mouth.
âhey,â you say. âdo you guys have â like, i donât know â ethernet cables that are infused with luck or something? because i swear iâm lagging only when iâm about to win.â
minji stares at you.
you grin.
you knew it was a terrible excuse the second you said it.
it doesnât even make sense. thereâs nothing wrong with your connection. youâre doing fine. your team just lost because you werenât paying attention for half the round â too busy sneaking glances through the gap in the divider to see if she was looking up.
she wasnât.
so now youâre here. at the counter. with the dumbest question you could think of, just to get her attention.
and it works. kind of.
sheâs looking at you now. deadpan. unimpressed. but not annoyed, not exactly.
âlucky ethernet cables,â she repeats, voice flat.
you nod solemnly. âyeah. for, like, clutch rounds. maybe gold-plated. blessed by a priest. i donât know. family trade secret?â
she blinks once. then says, âiâm not even going to respond to that.â
you press your palms together. âplease. this is a critical situation.â
âyouâre so dramatic,â she mutters, but thereâs a shift in her expression â something small. not quite a smile. not yet. but close. her mouth twitches at the corner like sheâs fighting one off.
you let the silence stretch a little. let the moment breathe. then you shift your weight and glance casually at the monitor on her side of the desk.
âyouâre here early,â you say.
âso are you,â she answers without missing a beat.
you nod, then tilt your head. âdanielle dragged me to school this morning. some volunteer thing. i thought iâd just kill time here after.â
minji hums, not surprised â just taking that in. the way you say her name so casually. like itâs normal. like of course you know dani. she remembers, vaguely, how you mentioned her last time. something about getting to school early. she didnât think too hard about it then. but now, with you standing here again, your fingers tapping a light rhythm on the counter, she finds herself wondering how close you actually are.
âso thatâs why youâre early,â she says, eyes flicking briefly to the clock.
âtechnically, iâm late,â you reply, grin lazy. âbut this seemed like the better option.â
she doesnât argue with that. doesnât say much at all. just shifts a few receipts on the desk, like they need organizing. like sheâs not watching you from the corner of her eye.
you stay there a moment longer, pretending to scan the snack shelf like youâre still deciding if youâre hungry. youâre not.
minji always looks up. just for a second. just long enough for you to catch it.
she never says anything about it. doesnât point out that youâve started picking the seat closer to the front instead of your usual far-right corner. doesnât comment on how you sometimes open a game but donât really play â just click through the menus with your headphones around your neck, one ear exposed, listening.
and you donât say anything either.
not when she walks past to stock the snack shelf and pauses when she sees your favorite chips already gone. not when she hands you a replacement without you asking. not when she clears a plastic cup from your desk like itâs normal, like itâs not the kind of thing she does for anyone else.
your friends joke about it sometimes â call you âminjiâs favoriteâ when she gives you exact change without waiting, or when she lets you stay five minutes past your time without charging you extra. you always roll your eyes. call them delusional. but you donât correct them.
because maybe theyâre not wrong.
you donât know when the shift happened. when the scoldings stopped sounding annoyed and started sounding amused. when the stares started lingering. when your name started sounding different coming out of her mouth.
you just know that lately, when you show up and sheâs already there â hair pulled back, pen between her fingers, head slightly tilted as she reads something on the screen â it feels like arriving somewhere familiar. not quite home. not quite safe.
but something close.
and she looks at you now the same way she did yesterday, and the day before â like she knows youâll be back again tomorrow. and the day after that.
and you think â yeah.
probably.
the bell rings a little harder than usual this time, like the door caught the wind outside, and minji instinctively glances up from the monitor. she isnât expecting anyone just yet â itâs not rush hour, and the usual boys from your crowd havenât barged in hollering yet â but the sound still nudges her gaze toward the entrance, one hand still resting near the keyboard. and then she freezes.
you walk in like itâs nothing, like itâs a tuesday, like you didnât already spend the better half of last week annoying her with your constant hovering and lazy excuses. youâre dressed in a black hoodie this time, hair still messily pulled back like you only half tried, a bag slung over one shoulder. but itâs not just you. walking in behind you, a beat slower, are danielle and haerin.
âyo,â you say casually, stopping in front of the counter. âthree stations.â
minjiâs eyes flick to danielle, then to you. âyou didnât say dani was the friend.â
you raise a brow. âyou didnât ask.â
danielle steps forward with a light giggle, slipping a few bills across the counter. âi told her to bring me here. been ages since i last passed by. your mom gave me candy the last time, remember?â
minji remembers. barely. dani had been a middle schooler then, all bangs and braces. now sheâs taller, louder, and somehow even more chaotic. haerinâs already halfway to the far aisle without a word.
minji doesnât respond right away, just keys in the payment, trying to act unbothered. still, something shifts in her posture â her back a little straighter, tone a little cooler. itâs not that she minds seeing dani again. or haerin. but thereâs something about seeing you with them. like you belong with them. like you have your own world outside the counter she hides behind.
she pushes the receipt toward you without looking directly at your face. âyou know your usual seatâs taken.â
you shrug. âdoesnât matter.â
you lead them to the row near minji's desk, danielle plopping down beside you, haerin sliding into the edge seat with her usual silence. minji watches from the counter, pretending to focus on something on-screen, but her gaze keeps flickering up every few seconds. youâre laughing at something. you lean sideways to whisper something to dani. she shoves your shoulder playfully.
the faint buzz of voices carries over, not loud enough to disrupt the other customers, but enough to fill the space. itâs not annoying. not yet. but itâs... warm. more than usual. maybe too much.
half an hour in, just when sheâs starting to settle back into routine, her mom calls from the back. a delivery came early â snacks they were supposed to restock tomorrow. someone needs to help unload. thereâs no one else at the counter. no one she trusts with the till. no one she can afford to leave alone with the computers.
and you. youâre fidgeting with a packet of chips and occasionally nudging dani awake.
minji exhales through her nose and stands.
she approaches quietly, her steps soft against the tiled floor, and you only notice her when she stops right next to your chair.
âhey,â she says, like itâs nothing. âneed a favor.â
you look up, one brow raised, a smirk already threatening to creep onto your lips. âyou asking me for help? thatâs new.â
she rolls her eyes, but thereâs no real bite to it. âjust for a few minutes. someone needs to stay at the desk. no one else.â
you blink. âyou sure you wanna leave your sacred kingdom in my hands?â
âno,â she says flatly. âbut youâre the only one i can yell at later.â
danielle hums sleepily, not quite paying attention, and haerin doesnât react at all.
you stand, stretch your arms a little too dramatically, then flash a lazy salute. âyes, boss.â
minji ignores the way her pulse stutters for a second.
you follow her back toward the counter, and for the first time since you walked in, minji feels the space between you settle into something different â not tense, not loud, but steady. your shoulder brushes hers briefly when you round the desk, and she steps aside without a word, letting you slide into her chair.
she gives you a few quick instructions. what not to touch. which drawer not to open. how to stall if someone actually comes to pay.
you listen, nodding with surprising seriousness.
and then, just before she turns to leave, you say it, barely above a whisper, âdonât worry. iâll protect your empire.â
she doesnât say anything. just rolls her eyes again and walks off.
but later, when sheâs unloading boxes with her mom and hears the faint sound of your voice echoing from the front â low, teasing, something about snack prices being robbery â she smiles.
and she doesnât even try to stop herself.
you donât exactly behave â you never do â but you stay in the chair, you donât press the wrong keys, you donât let anyone slip by without logging their time, and most importantly, you donât let anyone touch the register. minji returns after about fifteen minutes to find you propped up on one elbow, half-watching a tutorial on keyboard mods while simultaneously teasing a nearby middle schooler about their username.
she doesnât say anything. just taps the side of the chair with her knuckles as if to say, get out, and you wordlessly stand, arms raised like a magician finishing a trick. âno customers died,â you announce. âzero casualties.â
âmiraculous,â she deadpans.
you hover for a bit after that. return to your seat eventually, start another game. danielleâs more awake now and has migrated to the seat next to haerin, their conversation a quiet buzz of food cravings and someoneâs cousinâs birthday party. youâre still the loudest among the three, but youâve toned it down since earlier. and minji, from the counter, finds herself not minding as much.
the sky starts shifting outside â not quite sunset yet, but dim enough that the inside lights start to take over. golden hour creeps in through the window, dust catching the light like shimmer, and the usual after-dinner crowd starts to trickle in.
no big scene. no dramatic turning of the sign or last-minute rush. the regulars shuffle out in twos and threes, dragging the scent of instant noodles and warmed plastic with them, the soft ding of the doorbell barely registering anymore in minjiâs ears. she lets the last customer know theyâre shutting in ten, starts the routine while theyâre still clicking away at their game â wiping down keyboards, unplugging the machines in aisle three, gathering the snack wrappers and half-empty water bottles left behind like breadcrumbs. the floorâs a mess, as usual. sheâll sweep it later.
danielleâs long gone. texted her an hour ago about dinner plans. haerin too, though minji didnât even realize sheâd left until you said, âthey had to go,â in that vague, unbothered way of yours, like the idea of people coming and going never really affects you. you stayed longer than the others. not unusual. but this time, you didnât say goodbye. just slipped out with the hoodie half-over your head, a bag of shrimp chips dangling from your fingers, muttering something about beating your high score tomorrow.
minji hadnât looked up from the register then. she only notices now, in the dim hush after, that your seat is still slightly pushed back. not aligned with the rest.
she fixes it automatically. presses it back in. goes to wipe the mousepad â and pauses.
thereâs something under the keyboard.
thin. folded. a slip of paper, crumpled slightly at the edges like itâs been in someoneâs pocket all day. she pulls it out with two fingers, cautious. opens it.
minji almost laughs. you mustâve written that smiley face. the handwritingâs awful â lopsided and uneven, pen barely pressing hard enough to leave a mark â and the inkâs smudged where it hit the moisture from your drink. she stares at it for a second longer than she should.
just a receipt. not a love note. not a secret message. just a piece of thermal paper with a doodled smile and a little wave drawn at the corner. but still, her fingers fold it again, slower this time, and instead of tossing it in the trash bin by the counter, she slides it into the back pocket of her notebook, between pages filled with headset complaints and machine restarts.
she doesnât think about why.
the lights go off aisle by aisle. the door clicks shut behind her.
minji doesnât comment on it, but she notices. she always does. notices how the rhythm changes â more clicking, more rustling of snack wrappers, more bodies pressed into the machines and cracked vinyl seats. sheâs behind the counter as usual, logging rentals, wiping the same spot on the desk when she gets bored, trying not to be too obvious about the way she glances toward the back corner every now and then.
your usual spot is taken today â some kid from second year with his entire DOTA stack yelling about cooldowns â so youâre one row over, closer than usual. she hadnât even seen you come in. just looked up at some point and there you were, half-zipped hoodie, drink sweating on the table, your left hand bracing your cheek while the other tapped lazily at the mouse.
youâve been here for almost an hour. maybe longer.
and now youâre waving at her.
she pretends not to see it at first. just turns a page in the logbook, slow. calculated. and then you wave again, a little higher this time, like youâre trying to flag down a jeep.
she sighs through her nose and walks over.
âwhat.â
âheadsetâs busted.â
âplugged in right?â
âyes, mom.â
she gives you a look, bends down anyway. the headset jack is crooked, barely clinging to the port. she twists it slightly, pushes it in until it clicks. you both hear the dull hum of audio kicking in, the faint rumble of game sounds echoing through the cups. your eyes light up like sheâs just handed you a miracle.
âfixed it,â you say, not even hiding the smugness.
minji straightens. âi fixed it.â
âyeah, but itâs my station, so i get the credit.â
she stares. long. unimpressed.
you grin up at her.
itâs stupid. dumb, really. she knows it shouldnât feel like anything. but for some reason, standing this close â the glow of the monitor reflecting off your face, the warm-cold smell of buttered chips and citrus soda hanging in the air â it does. feel like something.
you tilt your head a little. âso⊠no charge for tech support, right?â
she exhales slowly. âiâll add it to your tab.â
âah. capitalism.â
minjiâs about to walk away when she catches the screen behind you â a loading menu, not the game you usually play. she pauses. squints.
ââŠis that genshin?â
you shrug. âtrying something new.â
âsince when?â
âsince dani said she pulled some five-star girl with antlers and rubbed it in my face.â
minji shakes her head, amused despite herself. âyouâre so petty.â
âitâs called motivation.â
you shift in your seat, fingers tapping the mouse again, letting the music loop through the speakers now that itâs working. your foot bounces lightly under the desk.
she doesnât leave right away.
instead, she rests a hand on the top of the monitor, leans just slightly over your shoulder. âyou know youâre not even playing yet, right? youâre still in the tutorial.â
âwhatever. iâm warming up.â
âyouâve been on this screen for ten minutes.â
âobservation is part of strategy.â
minji rolls her eyes. âyou sound like a guidance counselor.â
you laugh, soft and quick, and it slips under her skin in a way she doesnât expect. she doesnât have anything else to say. no excuse to keep standing there. and yet, she doesnât move.
you glance up again, not directly at her, but just enough. the look says: you can stay, if you want.
and maybe she does.
maybe sheâs just tired.
maybe itâs just easier not to pretend like this is still just about the rules.
door, weak as ever but just loud enough to catch your ear.
you donât look up. not right away.
it only takes a second before a familiar presence slides into the seat beside you, the chairâs wheels creaking slightly under the shift of weight. thereâs a rustle of a paper bag being dropped onto the desk, followed by a sigh â soft, flat, unmistakably haerin.
âi brought the chips,â she says, like itâs an obligation.
you glance sideways. âyouâre an angel.â
she opens the bag, fishes one out, and eats it without offering. her eyes flicker over your screen â genshin, still paused, still in tutorial. then to your other tab. league, already queued. and then she turns her head, slow, eyebrows drawing slightly.
ââŠyouâre gonna play that.â
âmhm.â
âi thought you were retired.â
âonly from ranked,â you say, reaching over to drag a chair closer to her side. âcâmon. just one game.â
haerin doesnât move.
you give her your best pleading face â the one that got you her last onigiri last week, the one you know is slowly wearing her down. you nudge the second mouse toward her, the headset, the cold drink you bought just in case she showed up.
âyou already set this up,â she says, flat.
âno i didnât.â
you absolutely did.
she exhales again, like sheâs regretting her life choices, but her hand moves anyway. slowly. resignedly. she puts the headset on, lets it hang around her neck.
âone game.â
âswear.â
she logs in. queues up with you. and for a minute, the familiar noise returns â clicks and loading screens, quick banter, champion picks flying by.
youâre deep into the second turret when it happens.
âhaerin, tower,â you say, voice calm but insistent. âignore them. you can get the tower.â
but sheâs already darted after the enemy midlaner, too focused to register what you said. two seconds later, a stun lands. her character collapses with a dramatic burst of color.
you suck your teeth. âhaerin, I told youââ
and then she yells.
âY/N SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I SLIT YOUR THROAT AND DUMP YOUR DEAD BODY IN AN ALLEWAY FOR THE STRAY CATS TO EATââ
you snort. didnât even try to hide the smile spreading across your face. âi know right?â
youâre still laughing when haerin slaps your wrist, a light, annoyed sort of tap, like youâre the one who embarrassed her.
you press your lips together to stop another chuckle, but itâs too late â the mood has shifted. sheâs pretending to focus on respawn timers now, clicking around with newfound aggression, but you can see the corner of her mouth twitching like sheâs fighting a grin.
you lean back in your chair, stretching your arms up with a quiet yawn, still riding the high of making her break character. your headset is half-off, one ear still exposed, and thatâs when you hear it â the faint roll of a chair behind you, a soft clack of rubber wheels against tile.
you donât need to turn around to know who it is.
minji walks by like she has a reason â clipboard in hand, brows slightly furrowed, the look of someone with a job to do. she doesnât even glance at you at first. just slows near your aisle, pretends to check something on the end table â the cable bundles, the back of the outlet strips, whatever excuse she can reach for without making it too obvious.
but it is obvious. at least to you.
she crouches, half-balanced on the balls of her feet, fingers skimming along the edge of a cord that isnât even tangled. youâre not looking directly at her, but you can feel the shape of her beside you â the shift of her weight, the subtle brush of her sleeve near your leg, the faint scent of detergent and whatever gum sheâs chewing today.
haerin notices.
she doesnât say anything â not yet â but she leans slightly forward, eyes darting from minjiâs bent form to you, then back again. her expression stays flat, curious, faintly amused. the corner of her mouth lifts, just barely.
you pretend not to see it.
minji doesnât say anything either. not a single word. she just adjusts the cable â one that doesnât need adjusting â and then slowly stands up, brushing invisible dust from her jeans. her eyes flick across your screen for a second, then toward you, but the moment your gaze meets hers, she looks away. turns on her heel. walks back toward the front counter like she wasnât just there.
you queue for another match like nothing happened.
haerin stretches with a dramatic groan, twisting her arms behind her back like sheâs just finished running laps instead of playing League for less than an hour. âiâm getting a drink from that milkshake shop down the block,â she mutters, already slipping off the headset. âwant anything?â
you shake your head, only half-paying attention as you hover over the match history screen. âiâm good.â
âdonât move,â she says, pointing at your forehead like itâs a threat. âwhen i get back, weâre trying aram.â
you salute, grin lazy. âyes, maâam.â
she rolls her eyes, grabs her sling bag, and disappears out the door with the little bell chiming faintly behind her. you watch the empty screen for a moment, letting the quiet settle now that her energyâs stepped outside.
then you hear footsteps. slower this time.
you donât turn around. just lean back slightly, waiting, sensing it â the way the air changes when sheâs close. and sure enough, minji stops right next to you.
no clipboard. no cable excuses. nothing in her hands but the quiet weight of whatever sheâs holding back.
you glance up at her.
she doesnât speak immediately. just looks at your monitor for a beat too long. then at the empty chair next to you.
then at you.
âso⊠you and haerin, huh?â
you blink. the words donât match the tone â too casual, too measured â but thereâs something off under the surface, something sharp and glinting just beneath the deadpan delivery.
you raise an eyebrow. âwhat about me and haerin?â
âyou came in together.â
âand?â
âyou were loud.â
âwe always are.â
âshe yelled at you.â
âso do you.â
minji exhales, slow through her nose, like sheâs trying very hard not to react, not to smirk, not to let you win this round. âiâve never seen her talk that much before,â she says, like itâs an observation. âlet alone raise her voice.â
âshe was proud of it, actually,â you say, swiveling slightly in your chair so youâre facing her better. âsaid it felt good.â
minjiâs jaw shifts.
you smile, just enough to be annoying. âwhy? jealous?â
âof her yelling at you?â she deadpans.
âof me playing with her.â
her silence says more than anything else.
you donât push further. just look at her for a moment, let the implication hang. let her think about it. youâve never seen her like this â lingering, hesitant, clearly trying to look unaffected and failing by the inch.
âiâve known danielle for longer,â you say suddenly, like itâs unrelated. âweâre not close-close, but⊠iâve been around. itâs not weird that i know haerin too.â
âi didnât say it was weird.â
you look at her. âbut you were wondering.â
she doesnât deny it.
you watch her glance down the hallway, toward the door. haerinâs still out. no one else around. dead hour again, just like yesterday.
you tap the edge of your mouse. âyou can sit, you know.â
minji blinks. âiâm working.â
âyouâre standing here.â
âiâmââ she stops. reconsiders. ââchecking.â
you walk in first, slouched and half-dragging your feet like itâs been a long day, and right behind you is haerin, earbuds still in, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands.
minji stiffens.
youâre laughing at something sheâs saying. or maybe itâs the other way around. either way, you look comfortable. like itâs normal.
and for some reason, that gets under her skin more than she wants to admit.
she doesnât show it though. doesnât say anything when you pass the desk. just flicks her gaze over to acknowledge your presence. maybe a little colder than usual.
you donât notice. or pretend not to.
you and haerin settle in the same corner again. same setup. this time, thereâs less chaos â no yelling â but the two of you sit close. you lean over to her screen a few times. she nudges your shoulder once. laughs once. itâs small, but minji sees it all.
after an hour, haerin gets up to go to the restroom, and thatâs when minji moves.
she walks over â casually, like sheâs doing a round â and stops just a step behind your chair.
âyou really like bringing people here, huh?â
you pause, turn a little. âthat a problem?â
minji shrugs, arms crossed now. âdepends on the person.â
you blink. and then it clicks. âyou donât like haerin?â
âi didnât say that.â
âbut you think somethingâs going on.â
âdo i?â
you tilt your head, leaning forward a little so she has to look at you directly. âwhy donât you just ask what you want to ask?â
she holds your gaze for a second longer than she should. then: âare you seeing her?â
you donât answer immediately. not because youâre stalling, but because youâre thinking â because this might be the only moment where this whole thing finally flips.
so you smile, slow. âno. weâre friends.â
âjust friends?â
âi can say the same about us.â
minji breathes in like sheâs about to say something. but it comes out differently.
âthen go out with me.â
you blink. not because you didnât see it coming, but because she actually said it.
âwhat?â
âa date. saturday. iâm off.â
you grin. lean back in your seat. âis this you marking your territory?â
âmaybe,â she says, deadpan. âyou gonna say yes or not?â
you shrug, just to mess with her a bit longer. âwhat if i already have plans?â
âcancel them.â
you laugh, soft and low. âfine. but only if you donât wear that weird striped jacket again.â
âthat jacketâs cool.â
âyouâre delusional.â
minji smirks. âsee you saturday.â
and just like that, she turns and walks back to the desk, looking a little too smug.
some days you come alone. other times youâre with haerin or danielle, but your eyes always flick toward the counter first, as if checking if sheâs there before anything else. sometimes, minji pretends she doesnât notice. other times, she looks back.
you bring her food now â small things. coffee. tteokbokki in a shared cup. half a sandwich. she never asks, but you still wait to see if she takes the first bite. she always does.
there are days she joins you after her shift, pulling up a chair without a word, sitting next to you as you scroll through games or laugh at dumb videos. you donât talk much. you donât need to. her presence fills the space beside you in a way that feels unspoken but mutual â like a language you both understand without translating.
the hum of the computers has dwindled to one or two still logged in. your booth is tucked in the far corner, monitor black, headphones looped over the hook, untouched for the past twenty minutes. youâre still here, hoodie half-zipped, arms folded on the desk as you rest your chin on them. your phone's screen is dark. thereâs nothing left to check.
youâre not waiting for a game to finish or for your friends to come back. youâre waiting for her.
sheâs been wiping down the keyboards in her usual slow, meticulous way. not really trying to speed things up. not trying to move you along. just going through the motions, eyes flicking toward your booth every now and then. she thinks you donât notice.
but of course you do.
minji walks over once sheâs finished the last row. pulls out the seat across from you and sits. no teasing. no glare. just the soft creak of the chair and her presence in front of you like itâs been building to this all along.
âyouâve been quiet,â she says gently.
âyouâve been busy,â you say back, half-smiling.
minji doesnât smile, not this time. not yet. her eyes are steady on yours.
and then she says it, just like thatâ
âi like you.â
you blink. your breath catches for a second, not because you didnât think it would ever happen, but because of how calmly it leaves her mouth. like sheâs already gone over it in her head a dozen times. like she meant to say it today and didnât let herself back down.
you open your mouth, but nothing comes out.
she leans forward slightly, elbows on the table, fingers loosely clasped in front of her.
âi figured it out a while ago,â she continues, quieter now. âwhen you stopped coming just to play. when you started lingering near the desk even if i was ignoring you. when you learned the days i was off and didnât come at all.â
you let out a breath, equal parts sheepish and fond.
âyou noticed that?â
âof course i did.â she tilts her head slightly. âi notice everything when it comes to you.â
your heart trips over itself.
she doesnât look away.
âbut i wanted to make sure. that it wasnât just you being friendly. that i wasnât misreading everything.â
âyou werenât,â you say quickly.
and suddenly, itâs easier to say more.
âi liked you way before i even knew what that meant for me. it started with your eye rolls. and then your playlists. and how you pretended to hate it when we were loud but never really kicked us out.â
a soft laugh escapes her lips.
âand then it was the way you looked at me when you thought no one was watching,â you continue, quieter now. âand how different that was from the version you show everyone else.â
minjiâs lips part just slightly, but she doesnât say anything. you think maybe she doesnât have to.
youâre not touching yet â not quite â but your hands are close on the table now. close enough that your pinkies could reach if they just leaned a little. close enough that the space between you feels charged.
you exhale.
âso⊠what do we do now?â you ask, voice lighter than you expected.
minji glances down at your hands. then back at you.
âbe my girlfriend?â
you nod rapidly, and itâs enough. the weight in your chest feels softer, like itâs finally been set down.
she doesnât kiss you yet.
instead, she lifts her hand and reaches for your cheek â fingers feather-light, just brushing the edge of your jaw. itâs so gentle, so careful, like sheâs still trying to understand how you can be real. you lean into her touch without thinking.
your eyes meet. linger.
then, slowly, you lean in â and so does she â and when your lips meet, itâs not rushed or dramatic or perfect. itâs soft and sure and entirely new. the kind of kiss that comes after months of circling, when both of you finally land in the same place.
you pull away first, just enough to breathe. her forehead rests lightly against yours.
âweâre gonna be a mess,â you whisper, smiling.
she grins against your skin. âyou already are.â
you donât expect to see her there.
itâs past 2 p.m., your first class just let out, and youâre halfway through untying your hair when someone clears their throat beside the door. you glance up, hair still tangled in your fingers â and there she is, leaning against the wall outside your classroom like she belongs there.
she holds the drink out like itâs a peace offering. or a trophy.
âi was in the area.â
âyou live in the opposite direction,â you deadpanned. âand you are in the morning class.â
âso?â
your classmates begin filing out behind you, a few of them glancing curiously between the two of you. minji doesnât even flinch. if anything, her eyes soften when she sees the way you bite back a grin and take the drink anyway.
âyou didnât have to come all the way here just toââ
âi wanted to.â
again, said so simply. like she hasnât already changed your whole life by showing up.
she doesnât stay long. just long enough to hand you the coffee, press the paper bag into your other hand, and gently brush your wrist when you whisper thank you. thereâs a smile tucked at the corner of her mouth as she leaves, like she knows exactly what sheâs doing to your insides.
danielle shows up during a lull, slipping behind the front desk like she always does, stealing one of minjiâs snacks without asking. minji barely looks up from the monitorâshe's used to it by nowâbut danielle still elbows her lightly, grin too wide to mean anything good.
âyouâre so whipped itâs embarrassing,â she says, already unwrapping the chocolate bar she didnât pay for.
minji exhales through her nose. âand youâre annoying.â
âbut not wrong.â danielle leans against the counter, watching her like sheâs waiting for a stronger reaction. âyou donât even pretend anymore. i say y/n and you perk up like a dog hearing a treat bag.â
minji doesnât respond, but her ears betray her. danielle catches the flush instantly.
âyou brought her lunch last week.â
âshe forgot hers.â
âyou made her tea. during a ranked game.â
âshe was cold.â
âyou gave her your chair.â
âhers squeaks.â
danielle just laughs. âwow. youâve got excuses for days.â
minji finally looks up, slow and unimpressed. âwhat do you want, dani.â
ânothing,â she sings, leaning her elbows onto the desk. âjust checking in. seeing how long itâll take before you actually kiss her in front of all of us.â
minji doesn't answer. she doesnât have to. the small twitch at the corner of her mouth is enough for danielle to hoot in joy.
âso itâs that serious, huh?â
minji shrugs, but thereâs no real denial in it. âsheâs not just anyone.â
danielle softens then, her teasing fading just slightly into something warm. âi know,â she says, quieter now. âshe really isnât.â
and when the door opens a few minutes laterâbell ringing, light catching in your hair, your gaze scanning for minji before it even settles anywhere elseâdanielle catches the way minji straightens in her seat, how her entire face shifts without her even realizing.
âjust remember, if you mess this up, iâm taking her side.â
âyouâve already taken her side.â
âexactly.â danielle smirks, bites into the stolen chocolate, and leaves the two of you to it.
can u write bbangsaz x fem reader bsdm non-con with like mommy kink? thank uu
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these newjeans ones always be so kinky bro like not my babies! đ
content - idol!bbangsaz x 6th member!reader (idol!au), not a lot of build-up or exposition/story, smut (threesome, non-con, blackmail, shower sex, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, bdsm themes, mommy kink, degradation, corruption kink, anal fingering)
wc - 2173
a/n - why is it so hard to find bbangsaz pics lmao, anyway I've been obsessed w this for days, minji and hanni are so fucking fine in this (unrelated to fic content but I needed to share :D)
hanni and minji were really good at acting like they liked you.
you were the last addition to newjeans after them already being 5 for a few months was decided. those two were deadset on them being complete at five members, but when ador told the girls that you would be added as a last minute addition, the two oldest girls were livid. dani, haerin, and hyein didn't mind, if anything they were excited to have another unnie. but bbangsaz felt threatened by your presence.
hanni was already the best vocalist and minji was a good contender for center, but both of those titles were swooped from their hands when you joined. not only had they assigned you as main vocalist, but also center. you were ruining everything the two oldest members had built in the amount of time they were five, and they had to stop you from getting too much power.
you three had left and went home after practice ended, the three younger members staying to get some extra practice in. you headed straight towards the shower and ran the warm water, getting in and letting it cascade down your bare body, relaxing under the warmth. suddenly, you hear the shower curtain slide open, feeling a strong grip around your wrists pinning you to the wall. your eyes shoot open to see a half naked minji towering over you, a half naked hanni outside the shower, holding up the camera you guys used for vlogs, arms crossed and a mischievous grin on her face.
"wh-what the fuck are you doing?!" you ask confused, raising your voice and trying to break free of minji's grip.
"putting you in your place princess! because that's what you are right, ador's princess?" hanni taunts behind the girl in front of you.
"what are you talking about?!" you continue to try and break free, turning red as you realize that you're literally wet and exposed to the two girls.
"stop being such a brat and quit fucking squirming my god, it's annoying," minji growls, digging her nails into your wrists, making you wince in pain.
"you took everything we worked so hard to get, I think it's only fair you give us something in return," hanni's voice echoes through the bathroom.
you panic and your heart beat starts to quicken with anxiety, "please! don't do this! stop, let me go!"
"shut the fuck up and just be the whore we know you are y/n. let us do what we want or else we'll make sure that video ruins your life," minji says lowly into your ear, her tone and breath making you shiver with fear.
"you heard her y/n-ie, just be our little slut and you'll be justtt fineeee," hanni says in a mocking tone, setting up the camera on the bathroom counter, entering the shower with you and minji.
your eyes start to water with tears as minji holds your hands behind your back and sucks at your neck, hanni's hands groping your tits and rubbing her thumbs roughly against your nipples.
"please stop!" you cry, sobs slowly starting to leave your throat.
hanni shuts you up by forcefully making out with you, shoving her tongue down your throat and whimpering in your mouth. you squirm in minji's hold and try to move away from the two girls forcing you into submission, but much to no avail as their touches and mouths just become more and more greedy with every kick of your legs and flail of your body. the tears that fall from your eyes join with the warm water hitting your cheeks as hanni pinches your nipples, making you scream on her tongue.
she pulls away and you sob hard, "please! let me go! what do you want, I'll do it!"
the two girls start to laugh on both sides of you, minji's laugh on your skin creating vibrations. she sighs, "you stupid little girl, can't you see we're already doing what we want and you're helping us. if you want to help even more, stop fucking resisting."
you close your eyes and hang your head in defeat, letting the tears escape and sobs leave your mouth. hanni continues to laugh in front of you, minji leaving hickeys wherever she wanted. you watch through clouded vision as the girl in front of you gets on her knees, parting your thighs and bringing her face close to your center.
"please..." you weakly sob out desperately once more, but it leaves in a whisper left ignored.
you feel a tongue flicking at your clit making you scream out and cry harder. joining hanni's tongue were minji's fingers, sliding between your entrance and teasing your hole.
she chuckles into your ear, "are you fucking wet?"
you shake your head, denying the accusation of the question. in truth, your body was betraying you, it was so sensitive to the girls' touches and advances so of course, the pleasure started building.
"no? why are you lying to me? you're obviously enjoying this if I could just slide right in..." minji slips two long fingers into your tight cunt.
hanni's mouth sucked so perfectly at your clit, tongue flicking against it inside of her mouth, minji's fingers found the delicious spot inside of you quick, curling her digits repeatedly against it at a pleasurable pace. you absolutely hated how good the girls felt fucking you as you sobbed with your head thrown back over minji's shoulder, biting your lip to suppress moans.
your body continued to betray you, feeling your hips grind down onto hanni's sloppy tongue and fucking yourself back against minji's skilled fingers.
the girl behind you whispers into your ear, "you like this don't you? your pussy just begging to get fingered and eaten out by us. bet you've been fucking yourself to the thought of this like the little horny bitch I know you are."
moans slip from your mouth and continue to fall out at her words, the feeling of her fingers now ramming into you and hanni's tongue spelling her name on your clit being so overwhelming. you feel the mouth on your pussy smile at your loss of control over your noises.
you begin panting and your moans get louder the closer to the edge they bring you. "wanna cum you little whore? want us to fuck you till you're begging for more?"
your eyes barely make out minji looking down at you. you don't respond, instead chasing for the release they built up inside of you. but of course, they take it away just as quickly, feeling the fingers deep inside slip out and the tongue swirling your throbbing clit slurp for the last time. you whine and whimper at the loss of contact and your thighs tremble, hanni holding your hips so you don't stumble and fall over.
you hear the sound of the water being turned off before they drag your drenched body into your room, manhandling you onto all fours. you're so dazed and confused, you barely process the lacey material tying your wrists together behind your back. your body jolts and you moan out as you feel a tongue thrust deep into your pussy, head collapsing against your mattress. someone pulls your head up by your hair and you open your eyes to see hanni sprawled out in front of you, legs wide open with her bare cunt.
"go on then, stop crying and put your tongue to good use," she says before forcing your face into her pussy, muffling your moans as minji eats you out from behind.
you go to work between her folds, sliding your tongue over her clit and burying your face between her legs, whining into her core as you feel the same movements being done between your own thighs. hanni moans melodically into the air at your tongue on her, giggling here and there at the reality of the situation, watching you intently eat her out like you wanted every bit of her cum down your throat.
she taunted above you, "thirsty there? and here I thought you didn't want this, turns out you just wanted to please us huh?"
you open your blurry eyes to look up at her, a sinister smirk on her lips, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. she caresses your cheek as another tear fell down your face, your crying never having stopped, petting your head with her other hand.
"keep going y/n-ie, turns out singing isn't the only thing that mouth is good for."
she suddenly pushes your head down into her, forcing your face further into her heat, making you insert your tongue into her hole and suffocate with your nose against her clit. her moans rile you on and you flick your tongue against her walls, whimpering into her pussy while minji continues to pleasure you from behind. you feel her thumb rub against your clit with her tongue mimicking the same movements inside your cunt, slurping noises and moans filling your ears as you fuck yourself back against her mouth.
hanni ruts her hips against you, her breathing picking up and head thrown back with her mouth wide open and eyes closed. you quicken your pace of your tongue, licking against her g-spot and humming into her pussy, rubbing your nose against her clit. her grip on your hair tightens and she thrusts herself into your mouth one last time, cumming down your throat as her thighs tremble around your head. you hear her heavy pants as you slow your movements, hands caressing your head and face.
you're so close to cumming too with minji behind you, but she suddenly pulls away, making you scream in protest. hanni's gentleness disappears right away, pulling you up making you face her, your back against minji's chest.
"what? you thought you were just gonna get off so easily? there are things you have to work hard for, you know that surely."
you sob uncontrollably looking up at her weakly as you beg, "pl-please! I'm sorry! fuck, just let me cum! I've done everything you wanted! I know I've been such a bad girl, but mommy, I deserve it! please just let me cum! please please! I can't take it anymore, just fuck me..."
you ramble with tears flowing down your face. hanni's eyes are wide with amusement and minji chuckles behind you, the two of them exchanging a look. they've ruined you, bad.
hanni pushes you back roughly against minji's chest, using her front to pin you against her.
"oh y/n, you really are just our little plaything now, aren't you? I hope you know what you're so desperately begging for."
you feel her fingers slip into your pussy and pump fast, screaming out at the sudden pace. your eyes shoot open as you feel fingertips circle your asshole, collecting cum and saliva around the area before pushing in, making you let out a deafening cry. both of the paces of their fingers in you are merciless, pumping in and out of you like they're taking turns. hanni's fingers would push in when minji's fingers would come out, pushing in with a harsh thrust when the other's fingers would come out.
minji's teeth sank into your skin, leaving indent marks all over your body, hanni leaving hickeys anywhere your skin wasn't red.
"fuckkkk!!! oh my god, yes give it to me!!!" you're so fucked out, tears a constant stream down your face, eyes rolled back, drool seeping out of your mouth hanging wide open, head thrown back.
they never let up with the speed of their digits. the squelching lewd noises coming from the sheer cum leaking out of your aching hole is so loud, adding on to the girls' heavy breathing and your blood curdling cries. the pleasure burns, your holes taking so much forceful pumping, but it hurts so fucking good. your back arches, pushing your tits against hanni, to which she pinches your nipples with her free hand, adding onto the blinding delight coursing throughout your numb body.
you feel your stomach churn at the feeling of your orgasm coming in fast.
"please don't stop, I'm gonna fucking-!" you never finish your whiney sentence, cumming with a scream.
your pussy squirts juices all over everything, hanni's arm and thighs are covered, your sheets are soaked, minji's knees bathe in the drenched material of your blankets. you swear you blackout, body jerking with every aftershock of pleasure that rolls over you. you let your body fall, collapsing against hanni, her pulling away and letting you flop onto the bed.
you feel minji's fingers withdraw from you, hearing the digits slip out with a pop from your asshole. you feel them both get up from your bed, leaving your limp and lifeless body to recover by itself, not even bothering to untie you.
as your vision and consciousness fades, you hear the faint voice of one of them say, "that better teach you to stay in your place."
oh babe i totally get you! i work in a laboratory and my head is dizzy for seeing so many exams and contacting this one fucking hospital that is AWFUL... missed you tho! what's your job?
I'm crying my heart out right now, sophia is such a good person and so fucking adorable, looking at this video made me develop baby fever đ she's gonna be such an amazing mom if one day she gets a baby
WRITERS
please if you write something with baby daddy/momma sophia TAG ME!
