tags: Big Tits, Groping, Sexual Harassment, Variety Show, Public Humiliation, Bukkake
Jeon Somi, now 24 and riding high after her 2025 "Closer" comeback, is a guest on a popular late-night variety show called Midnight Dare. The concept is "Truth or Physical Challenge" with a mostly male cast of comedians and idols. She's wearing a thin, off-shoulder cream-colored top that's loose around the arms but clings scandalously tight across her famously massive tits — those heavy, perfectly round J-cup melons that have been the talk of forums for years. The fabric stretches so thin over her chest that every breath makes her fat nipples poke visibly against the material. No bra tonight; the stylists said it would "look more natural" for the casual vibe.
The cameras zoom in as she laughs at a joke, making those huge knockers jiggle hypnotically. The host, a sleazy veteran MC named PD Kim, grins wider than usual.
Round 1: Truth Host: "Somi-yah, netizens always talk about your... assets. On a scale of 1-10, how annoying is it when guys stare at your giant fucking tits instead of your face?"
Somi blushes but keeps her idol smile. "Um… maybe 7? I try not to think about it too much. Let's keep going!"
The audience laughs. One of the comedian guests, a stocky guy named Min-ho, "accidentally" brushes his arm across the side of her left boob while reaching for a card. The soft flesh gives way under his sleeve; he lingers a second too long.
Somi stiffens but forces a giggle. "Oppa, careful~"
Round 2: Physical Challenge The card reads: "Blindfold Guess — guess the object by touch only, using only your upper body."
They blindfold Somi. She's kneeling on a soft mat. Suddenly, something warm and firm presses directly between her massive cleavage. It's one of the male guests' hands — no, wait, it's his clothed thigh? No... it's definitely a bulging crotch grinding slowly between her fat, pillowy tits.
The host announces loudly: "The object is... a water bottle! Press it firmly to guess the shape!"
Somi feels the hard length throbbing against her sternum, the heat seeping through thin fabric. Her enormous breasts are squished together around it like a vice of warm flesh. She tries to stay professional, murmuring, "Umm... it's... long? And warm..."
The guy rocks subtly forward, basically dry-humping the deep valley of her cleavage while the cameras catch every jiggle. Somi's breath hitches; she places one hand lightly on his hip as if to steady herself — a tiny resistance, but she doesn't push away.
The blindfold comes off. Everyone cheers like it's innocent fun. Somi's cheeks are flushed, nipples now rock-hard and tenting the stretched top obscenely.
Somi shifts slightly on the mat, her massive J-cup tits still heaving from the earlier "water bottle" challenge. The thin cream top is basically painted on now—sweat and the friction from that prolonged grind have made the fabric semi-sheer across her heavy, overflowing boobs. Her fat, dark nipples are fully erect, poking out like thick eraser tips, impossible to ignore under the studio lights.
She lets out a soft, breathy laugh that's half-nervous, half-forced idol charm. "Guys... that's a bit too close, hehe..." Her voice is small, playful, but there's the tiniest edge—like she's reminding them (and herself) that this isn't completely okay. She places one delicate hand on Min-ho's thigh, not pushing hard, just a light press as if to create the illusion of boundary. But she doesn't stand up. She doesn't call cut. She stays kneeling, chest thrust forward, those enormous knockers wobbling with every shallow breath.
The audience erupts in "Awww~" and laughter. PD Kim claps dramatically. "Somi-yah is so professional! But the game must go on~ Next challenge!"
Round 3: "Body Hot Potato" The card: Pass a small vibrating toy using only body parts—no hands allowed. The toy is already buzzing loudly as it's handed off.
They pair Somi with another guest, a tall idol trainee named Ji-woon who's been eyeing her cleavage all episode. The toy starts on his chest; he has to "transfer" it to her by pressing his torso against hers.
Ji-woon leans in without hesitation. The buzzing device slips right into the deep, sweaty canyon between Somi's giant tits. The vibration travels straight through her sensitive flesh—her nipples throb in response, hardening even more against the stretched fabric. The toy nestles perfectly in her cleavage like it's made for it, buzzing right against her sternum while her massive boobs clamp around it involuntarily.
Somi gasps audibly this time, a real one that slips out before she can catch it. "Ah—! Oppa, it's... it's vibrating a lot..." Her cheeks burn crimson. She arches her back just a fraction—trying to dislodge it?—but it only wedges the toy deeper into her soft, pillowy tit-valley. Her hands hover uselessly at her sides; she knows the rules: no hands.
The camera zooms in mercilessly. Close-up shots catch every jiggle, every ripple across her huge breasts as the toy buzzes relentlessly. Min-ho, still nearby, "helps" by gently pushing from behind—his palms cupping the undersides of her heavy boobs, lifting and squeezing them together to "secure" the toy. His fingers sink into the overflowing flesh; he groans quietly, "Wow... so soft and heavy..."
Somi bites her glossy lower lip, eyes fluttering. "Yah... be gentle, please..." It's barely a whisper, more plea than protest. Her body trembles slightly, thighs pressing together under her skirt. She's trying so hard to stay composed—smiling weakly at the camera, laughing it off—but her breathing is ragged now, those fat tits rising and falling faster.
PD Kim narrates excitedly: "Somi's famous giant melons are saving the day! Look at how perfectly they hold it—truly an idol asset!"
The timer is still going. Ji-woon has to "retrieve" it now—by leaning down and basically motorboating the top of her cleavage to grab it with his mouth. His face disappears between her enormous boobs for several long seconds; the audience screams.
When he finally pulls back (toy in teeth), Somi's top is askew—one shoulder completely fallen, exposing half of one creamy, sweat-glistened breast almost to the areola. She quickly tugs it up with trembling fingers, but not before the cameras catch everything.
The applause is still echoing as the segment wraps. Somi stands up slowly, her legs a little shaky under the short skirt. Her cream top is hopelessly askew—one sleeve dangling off her shoulder, the deep V-neck pulled low enough that the upper curves of her massive J-cup tits are fully on display, creamy skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her fat nipples strain visibly against the damp fabric, thick and prominent like they're begging for attention.
She forces her brightest idol smile toward the cameras. "Ah... I'll just go fix my makeup really quick! Be right back, everyone~" Her voice is sweet, but it cracks just a tiny bit at the end.
PD Kim, the sleazy host with his perpetual greasy grin, immediately jumps up. "Of course, of course! I'll escort our star—safety first on live TV, right?" He winks at the audience, who whoop and cheer like it's part of the bit. The director doesn't stop him; in fact, a handheld camera quietly follows at a distance for "BTS footage."
Somi walks ahead down the dimly lit backstage hallway, heels clicking softly. She can feel the weight of her enormous boobs bouncing heavily with each step, the thin top doing nothing to contain them. Behind her, PD Kim catches up fast, his hand "casually" landing on the small of her back—then sliding lower to rest just above the curve of her ass.
"Ya, Somi-yah," he murmurs, voice low enough that only she (and the trailing camera mic) can hear. "You were amazing out there. Those giant fucking tits of yours really stole the show. The way they jiggled when Ji-woon buried his face in them... mmm. Netizens are gonna lose their minds."
Somi's steps falter for a second. She glances back with wide eyes, cheeks flaming. "PD-nim... please don't say things like that..." It's a weak protest, barely audible. Her hand comes up instinctively to tug the slipping shoulder of her top higher, but the motion only makes her heavy knockers squeeze together and lift, creating an even deeper, sweat-slicked cleavage that draws his gaze like a magnet.
He chuckles, stepping closer so his chest brushes the side of one massive boob. "Come on, don't be shy now. You've been such a good sport all night. Just a quick chat in the green room—private, no cameras... well, maybe one for the behind-the-scenes special." His fingers trail up her arm, then boldly cup the underside of her left tit through the fabric, giving it a slow, testing squeeze. The soft flesh overflows his palm instantly; he groans low in his throat. "Goddamn, they're even heavier than they look. So full and bouncy... no wonder everyone wants a piece."
Somi freezes, breath hitching. She could pull away. She could slap his hand or call for staff. Instead, she bites her glossy lip hard, eyes darting toward the distant camera light. "PD-nim... we're still... on air somewhere..." Her voice is small, trembling. But her body doesn't move. She lets his hand stay, kneading the fat, pliant globe slowly while her nipple pebbles harder against his thumb.
He guides her into a small side room—labeled "Makeup Touch-Up"—and shuts the door most of the way, leaving just a crack for plausible deniability. The handheld camera stays outside, peeking in subtly.
Inside, he backs her gently against the vanity mirror. "Just relax, princess. Let oppa help you 'fix' that top." His other hand joins the first, both now openly groping her massive tits—lifting, squeezing, thumbs circling her rock-hard nipples through the sheer material. The fabric stretches thin; one tug and her entire heavy breast could spill out.
Somi's hands come up to his wrists—not pushing away, just holding lightly. "This... this is too much..." she whispers, but her back arches just a fraction, pressing those enormous, overflowing melons firmer into his grasp. Her thighs press together; a soft, involuntary whimper escapes when he pinches a nipple roughly.
The mirror reflects it all: her flushed face, smudged eyeliner, parted lips, and those gigantic tits being manhandled like stress balls while she stands there, trembling, trying (and failing) to keep up the professional facade.
PD Kim's eyes darken with lust as he feels Somi's massive J-cup tits yielding under his rough squeezes. The thin cream fabric is already damp and clinging, but he's done playing gentle. "Fuck, these monster udders are killing me," he growls, hooking his fingers into the stretched neckline. With one swift yank, he pulls the top down completely—exposing both of her enormous, heavy breasts in all their glory. They spill out like overripe melons, bouncing free with a soft slap against her ribcage. Her fat, puffy areolas are wide and dark pink, capping those huge globes, and her thick nipples jut out swollen and erect, begging for abuse after all the teasing on set.
Somi's eyes go wide, a gasp escaping her plump lips. "PD-nim... no, wait... we can't..." Her protest is feeble, barely above a whisper, her hands fluttering up to cover herself—but they stop halfway, fingers trembling as they brush his arms instead. She knows the door's cracked, knows the camera might be catching shadows or sounds, but her body betrays her: those gigantic knockers heave with her quickened breaths, nipples hardening even more in the cool air of the room.
He doesn't wait for permission. Leaning down, he latches onto her left nipple like a starving man—sucking hard, tongue swirling roughly around the fat nub while his hand mauls the right one, pinching and twisting. The wet slurping sounds echo in the small space; he groans into her flesh, "Mmm, taste so fucking good... these big, juicy tits were made for this." Milk? No, but her skin is salty-sweet from sweat, and the way her heavy boob fills his mouth makes him grind his hips against her thigh.
Somi's head falls back against the mirror with a soft thud, her blonde hair a messy halo. "Ahh... oppa, please... someone might hear..." It's the weakest resistance—her voice breathy, almost moaning. One hand finally lands on his head, fingers threading lightly into his hair, not pulling away but holding him there as if to steady herself. Her thighs clench, a warm ache building between them; she's soaking through her panties now, the professional idol facade cracking under the relentless assault on her sensitive, overflowing melons. He switches sides, biting down gently on the other nipple, making her whimper louder—her free hand clutching the vanity edge for support as her massive tits jiggle with each suck and pull.
The "makeup fix" is long forgotten; mascara runs slightly from her watering eyes, lips parted in silent pleas that sound more like encouragement. But the show's clock is ticking—commercials won't last forever.
The wet, obscene sounds of PD Kim's mouth working Somi's fat, swollen nipples fill the small makeup room—slurping, sucking, the occasional low groan as he buries his face deeper between her massive, heaving J-cups. Her thick nipples are glistening with spit, red and puffy from the rough treatment, standing out starkly against the creamy expanse of her overflowing tits. Somi's breathing is ragged, one hand weakly tangled in his hair, the other gripping the vanity so hard her knuckles whiten. She's right on the edge of a whimper that might turn into something louder when—
Knock knock knock.
The door rattles. A young female staff member's voice calls through the crack: "PD-nim? Somi-ssi? We're back from commercial in 90 seconds! The director's asking for you both on set!"
PD Kim freezes mid-suck, lips still wrapped around her right nipple. He pulls off with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his mouth to her glistening bud for a second before it snaps. Somi gasps sharply at the sudden loss, her exposed breasts bouncing heavily as she jerks upright.
"Shit," he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He steps back, eyes raking over her ruined state—top yanked down around her waist, both enormous tits fully out, nipples erect and shiny, mascara slightly smudged, lips swollen from biting them to stay quiet.
Somi's hands fly up instinctively to cover herself, but they're trembling too much to be effective. Her face is flushed crimson, eyes glassy. "I—I need to fix this..." she whispers, voice hoarse.
PD Kim smirks, adjusting the obvious bulge in his pants. "No time, princess. Just pull it up and smile. We'll finish this conversation later—after the show. You owe me." He reaches out, gives one last possessive squeeze to her left boob, thumb flicking the sensitive nipple hard enough to make her yelp softly, then steps aside.
Somi frantically yanks the stretched cream top back up. The fabric is hopelessly distorted now—neckline lower than before, one sleeve still hanging off her shoulder, the material clinging transparently to her sweat-slicked skin. Her fat nipples poke through like beacons, and the deep cleavage is even more pronounced, the tops of her areolas peeking dangerously close to exposure with every breath. No time for a bra or proper adjustment. She smooths her blonde hair with shaking fingers, wipes at her smudged eyeliner, and forces a bright, shaky idol smile.
They hurry back to set together. The audience cheers as Somi reappears, but the camera operators zoom in immediately—catching the flushed cheeks, the disheveled hair, the way her gigantic tits jiggle unrestrained under the abused top.
Next Segment: "Couple Relay Game" The game pairs guests in mixed teams. Somi is teamed with Min-ho (the comedian who groped her earlier) for a relay that involves passing items using only body contact—no hands.
First item: a small rubber ball.
Min-ho grins wolfishly. "Ready, Somi-yah?"
They stand chest-to-chest. He presses forward, deliberately trapping the ball between his sternum and the deep valley of her massive cleavage. The thin top does nothing to hide how her heavy boobs mold around the ball, squishing it securely. He rocks his hips subtly, grinding the ball deeper into her tit-flesh while the cameras roll.
Somi bites her lip, trying to laugh it off. "O-oppa... careful..." But her protest is even weaker now—voice breathy, body still buzzing from the green room. She arches her back just enough to "help" pass the ball to the next teammate, making her enormous knockers bounce and jiggle obscenely for the audience.
The relay continues: next is a feather passed by blowing, but Min-ho "accidentally" exhales too hard, sending it fluttering right down her top into her cleavage. He reaches in with two fingers to "retrieve" it—brushing her sensitive, still-spit-slick nipples in the process.
Somi whimpers softly, thighs pressing together under her skirt. "That's... that's cheating..." she murmurs, but she doesn't pull away. Her smile stays plastered on, professional to the end, even as her body trembles.
PD Kim watches from the host desk, smirking. He leans into the mic: "Somi's assets are really carrying the team tonight! Those giant fucking melons are MVP material!"
The audience roars.
The relay game wraps with loud applause and laughter. Somi's team "wins" thanks to her... assets doing most of the work. She's still flushed, breathing unevenly, the abused cream top barely containing her massive J-cup tits—neckline sagging dangerously low, fat nipples tenting the damp fabric like thick bullets, cleavage glistening with fresh sweat under the hot studio lights. Every step makes those heavy knockers bounce and wobble unrestrained.
PD Kim stands up at the host desk, clapping dramatically. "Wah, what a performance! But we can't end the show like this—fans want more! For our special encore, we're doing a quick 'Spicy Lap Interview'! Somi-yah, you'll sit on our lucky guest's lap while answering fan-submitted questions. Keep it fun and honest~"
The audience erupts. Spotlights swirl. Min-ho (the same comedian who's been groping her all night) is "randomly" selected as the lap. He pats his thigh with a shit-eating grin. "Come here, Somi-yah~ Oppa will take good care of you."
Somi hesitates for half a second—eyes darting to the cameras, then to PD Kim's knowing smirk. She forces her idol aegyo smile, voice small but sweet. "Omo... okay, if it's for the fans..." She walks over slowly, hips swaying, enormous boobs jiggling hypnotically with each step.
She lowers herself onto Min-ho's lap sideways (princess style), her short skirt riding up dangerously high on her thighs. Her heavy ass settles right against his crotch; she can feel the hard bulge immediately pressing up into the soft flesh between her cheeks. Min-ho's arms snake around her waist "for support," but one hand slides up boldly to rest just under the swell of her right tit, thumb brushing the underside where the top meets skin.
PD Kim starts the questions, reading from fan comments on a tablet.
First question: "Somi unnie, what's the biggest thing guys notice about you first? 😏"
Somi laughs nervously, shifting slightly—which only grinds her plump ass harder against Min-ho's erection. His hand "accidentally" cups the side of her massive boob, fingers sinking into the overflowing flesh. "Um... probably my... my smile? Hehe..." She tries to play it cute, but her voice cracks when Min-ho gives a subtle squeeze, making her fat nipple poke even more prominently through the thin top.
The audience laughs. PD Kim: "Come on, be honest! Everyone knows it's those giant fucking melons of yours bouncing everywhere!"
Somi blushes deeper, biting her lip. "Yah... maybe... maybe my chest is noticeable too..." Min-ho's other hand joins the first, now openly palming both of her heavy tits from below—lifting them slightly like he's weighing them, thumbs circling her rock-hard nipples in slow, teasing strokes. The cameras zoom in tight on the way her enormous knockers overflow his hands, jiggling softly with every breath.
Second question: "If you could change one thing about your body, what would it be?"
Somi whimpers softly as Min-ho pinches a nipple through the fabric—subtle enough for "variety show fun," but hard enough to make her thighs clench. "I... I think I'm happy with everything... but maybe... they're a bit... heavy sometimes..." Her voice is breathy now, almost moaning. Min-ho rocks his hips upward gently, dry-humping her ass while "adjusting" her position. His bulge throbs hot against her; she can feel every inch pressing into her crack.
PD Kim grins wider. "Heavy? Those monster jugs look perfect to me! Fans, should we make her do a little bounce for proof?"
The crowd chants "Bounce! Bounce!"
Somi's eyes widen. "W-wait..." But Min-ho's grip tightens on her tits, and he gives her a small upward lift—making her drop back down onto his lap with a soft slap. Her massive boobs bounce wildly, nearly spilling out completely. She gasps, hands flying to steady them, but Min-ho just laughs and keeps groping, kneading her fat, pliant tit-flesh like dough.
The "interview" continues for a few more questions, each one filthier, each grope bolder—his hands roaming her thighs, brushing her inner legs, always returning to maul those gigantic, overflowing melons while she tries (and fails) to stay professional, answering with shaky laughs and tiny protests that dissolve into whimpers.
Finally, PD Kim wraps it. "Thank you, Somi-yah! And thank you to her amazing... assets for making tonight unforgettable!"
The show ends with cheers. Somi stands on wobbly legs, skirt hiked, top askew again, nipples throbbing visibly, face flushed and dazed.
The credits roll, lights dim slightly, but the energy doesn't fade. PD Kim claps Somi on the back (his hand lingering too low) as the cast and a handful of staff move to the adjacent lounge for the "after-party drinks" – a semi-official tradition for this late-night show. Somi, still in her ruined cream top and short skirt, is gently but firmly guided along. Her massive J-cup tits sway heavily with every step, nipples still visibly hard and poking through the damp, stretched fabric like they're screaming for more attention.
The lounge is dimly lit, low couches, bottles already open. Only about eight guys are there: PD Kim, Min-ho, Ji-woon (the tall trainee), two other comedians, a cameraman who "forgot" to leave, and a couple of production assistants who suddenly have VIP access. No other female staff. The door clicks shut.
PD Kim pours her a glass of soju with a wink. "You were incredible tonight, Somi-yah. The fans are going crazy online already. One last thing before we call it a night—some 'exclusive fan service photos' for the show's private Kakao channel. Nothing too wild… just a little thank-you pose."
Somi hesitates, glass trembling in her hand. Her cheeks are still flushed from the lap interview; she can still feel Min-ho's cum-pre-cum damp spot on the back of her skirt where he ground against her. "Photos…? I think… maybe I should go home soon…"
Min-ho laughs, already pulling out his phone. "Come on, just a few cute ones! You're our MVP tonight. Those giant fucking tits carried the whole episode."
They crowd around her on the biggest couch. Someone dims the lights further. PD Kim sits beside her, arm around her shoulders, hand immediately dropping to grope the side of one heavy boob again. "Relax, princess. Smile for the boys."
The first photos start innocent—Somi making heart fingers, pouting—but the poses escalate fast.
"Lean forward a bit—show off that deep cleavage!"
"Arch your back—make those monster melons pop!"
Hands start "helping" with the poses. Min-ho kneels in front, cupping both of her enormous tits from underneath and lifting them like an offering, squeezing until the thin top rides up and exposes the lower curves completely. Ji-woon stands behind, pressing his hardening cock against her back while "adjusting" her hair—his hands sliding down to palm her ass.
Somi's protests are whispers now. "Guys… this is… too much…" But her body doesn't fight. Her thighs are slick; every grope sends fresh heat through her. When someone tugs the top down again—fully this time—her gigantic, sweat-glistened J-cups spill free, bouncing heavily. Fat, dark-pink nipples stand thick and swollen from hours of teasing.
PD Kim groans. "Fuck… look at these perfect cow udders. Time for the real fan service."
Phones are out, but recording now, not just photos. They push her gently to her knees in the center of the room. She's surrounded—eight hard cocks freed from pants, stroking slowly as they circle her.
Somi looks up, mascara slightly ruined, lips parted. "Please… be gentle…" It's not a no.
They don't wait. Min-ho goes first—grabs the base of his thick shaft and slaps it against one of her heavy tits, leaving a wet streak across the creamy flesh. Then he aims at her face and unloads: thick ropes of cum splatter across her cheek, her open mouth, dripping down her chin onto her massive knockers.
Ji-woon is next—grunting as he jerks furiously and paints her other cheek and forehead, cum running into her blonde hair like obscene highlights.
The comedians take turns—one aims for her gaping mouth, making her cough and swallow involuntarily; another coats her fat nipples until they're glazed and shining.
PD Kim saves himself for last. He steps forward, grabs a fistful of her hair, tilts her head back so her face and tits are fully presented like a canvas. "Open wide, princess. This is what you get for being such a good girl all night."
He explodes—hot, heavy spurts landing in her mouth, across her nose, dripping in long strings from her chin down the deep valley between her overflowing, cum-drenched J-cups. The rest of the group finishes on her chest, turning those gigantic, pillowy tits into a sticky, white mess—cum pooling in her cleavage, sliding down her stomach, soaking into the waistband of her skirt.
Somi stays on her knees, trembling, breathing hard through cum-smeared lips. Her eyes are half-lidded, dazed. One hand weakly comes up to wipe her face, but it only smears the mess further across her flushed skin and ruined makeup. Her enormous breasts heave with each breath, glistening under layers of thick seed.
PD Kim crouches, lifts her chin with a finger. "Perfect ending to a perfect episode. Don't worry—these stay private… mostly."
They laugh. Someone tosses her a towel. The room slowly empties.
Somi is left alone on the floor for a minute—covered head to toe in their release, top around her waist, skirt hiked, blonde hair matted with cum, those famous monster tits absolutely drenched in bukkake.
She finally stands on shaky legs, pulls what remains of her top up (pointless now), and walks out into the night without a word.
Sequel to Tomboy and this one is less wholesome and more BFH. You've been warned
The weeks after the honeymoon had been blissful, but not in the same soft, dreamy way as before. You and Sohyun had tasted each other too deeply to go back. The air between you felt charged now—thicker, heavier—like every glance carried a dare, every touch an excuse to take things further.
It started with your nights together. What used to be cotton shorts and oversized tees had melted away during the heatwave, replaced with bare skin tangled under the sheets. Sleep became less about rest and more about waking each other up in the dark with wandering hands and whispered gasps.
Then came the days at home. The once-innocent moments of brushing past each other in the kitchen or curling up on the couch had sharpened into something hungrier. Every “accidental” touch lingered. Every glance across the room burned. It wasn’t pining anymore—it was provocation.
And then came her hair.
One evening, she asked what you thought of her style. Without thinking, you told her, “You make every cut look good, but that when you get the wolfcut—it makes me want to bend you over the nearest surface and make you forget your name.”
Sohyun’s smile had been gracious, polite even, but she gave nothing away. For a moment you worried you’d gone too far.
Three nights later, she came home late. The door clicked open, and there she was—with the sluttiest wolfcut you’d ever seen, sharp and untamed, framing her face like a weapon.
She tilted her head, lips curving, and asked with perfect innocence, “Do you like it?”
You lost all control. You pulled her shorts down while sliding your sweats down and sank into her sopping folds. Sohyun moaned appreciative before saying, “You animal,” you grunted as you continued fucking her desperate to breed her. Lost to lust you pound your wife’s pussy. Her walls clench around you with a slutty heat and you groan as you cum inside her. She moans happily excited at the prospect of being so full of you. You groan as you pull out cum pouring out of her in a mix of her and your fluids. The scent is heady and almost enough to get you hard again. You don’t fight instead you start touching yourself again to breed her again.
Your hand glides along her thigh as you will yourself to become hard again. The combined fluid from Soyhun and you serves as a numbing lube to dull the creeping in sensitivity. As your cock begins to harden you reproach Sohyun with a hungry look.
Sohyun watched you with lurid excitement before you plunged back into her again. She moans as you mount her again before you fuck her. She writhes under you as you crash into her.
The wet sounds of flesh and carnal breeding fill your home as you rut into her. You feel her womb cry out to you (metaphorically of course) as you thrust. Her walls tighten around you. Her pussy grows more slick as if begging you to fill her. She moans as your hands slide from her waist up to her breasts as flashes of the honeymoon fill your mind.
“Fuck you have the nicest breasts,” you say to her. She smiles as she takes you deeper. You groan as you fill her with cock. As you fuck her your mind begins to wander. You for a moment see her with a bundle of joy wrapped in her arms and your mind goes blank with lust.
“I’m gonna make you a mother!” You groan as you pound her pussy harder,” I’m gonna fuck you every day until you have my children,” you groan while another orgasm creeps on you. Sohyun laughs until her own release hits her like a truck. She cries out your name as she cums all over you. You groan filling her once again with your seed as you both come down from your highs. She turns back to you and smiles.
“You wanna see me pregnant huh?”
If you could get it up again you would but alas refractory periods come for us all.
The rest of the evening, the two of you spend relaxing together, as a more chaste vibe fills your home, the lurid one dissipating. You do laundry play a bit of Mario Kart World. By dinner time, the two of you are quite calm and chill, but the moment you ask if Sohyun is hungry, there’s a look in her eye, and the heat between you returns.
The sizzle of garlic and oil filled the kitchen, the smell warm and grounding as you stirred the pan. Domestic bliss. Ordinary, familiar—until you looked up.
Sohyun leaned against the counter, scrolling on her phone, the overhead light catching her freshly cut hair. The wolfcut framed her face in sharp lines, her jaw looking more pronounced, her cheekbones sharper than you remembered. In that moment, she looked almost boyish—handsome even.
And God, it was hot.
The realization hit you like a punch. Your throat went dry, and your hand froze on the spoon. This was your wife. Your gorgeous, devastating wife who had always been soft curves and sweetness in your mind. But now? She looked masculine, effortlessly so—and instead of unsettling you, it sent a rush of heat down your spine.
You swallowed hard, staring longer than you should have. The cut made her look dangerous, untouchable, like some cocky guy who would steal your heart and smirk about it. And yet… she was yours.
Sohyun caught you watching. She tilted her head, hair falling perfectly into place, that sharpness to her smile making your pulse stumble.
“Something on your mind?” she asked casually, but there was a teasing glint in her eyes—like she already knew.
You turned back to the pan too quickly, muttering something about the food. But inside, your thoughts spun out. Were you turned on by how masculine she looked? What did that mean? Did it even matter, if it was her?
Your chest tightened with confusion, but beneath it all was a deeper truth: whatever she was—feminine, masculine, somewhere in between—you wanted her. Badly.
The scent of garlic and oil was thick in the air, but it was nothing compared to the hunger curling low in your stomach as you dared another glance at her.
Dinner should have been ordinary—two plates, the soft clink of silverware, and the quiet comfort you’d both built together. But you could hardly focus on the food.
Sohyun sat across from you, hair falling just right as the wolfcut sharpened the lines of her face. The overhead light turned the slope of her jaw into something sculpted, her mouth into a smirk waiting to happen. She looked… masculine, and it made your pulse trip over itself.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, voice soft, but her eyes sparkled. The tilt of her head made her look even cockier, almost predatory.
You scrambled for an excuse. “I wasn’t—uh, just thinking about work tomorrow.”
Her smirk widened, slow and devastating. “Mm. Sure. Because most people look at their office jobs like they want to kiss them.”
Your stomach flipped, heat crawling up your neck. She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand, studying you in a way that stripped your excuses bare.
“You know,” Sohyun continued, her tone dipping lower, “with this cut, people keep telling me I look… different. Stronger. A little more…” She let the word hang, eyes locking onto yours. “…handsome.”
The word slammed into you. Your throat tightened, your chest full of questions you weren’t ready to answer, feelings you weren’t ready to name. And yet, beneath the confusion, the hunger flared hotter.
Sohyun saw it—saw all of it—and her smile turned wicked. “You like it, don’t you?” she teased, dragging the syllables like silk. “My husband can’t stop staring. Maybe he likes me this way even more.”
You almost dropped your chopsticks. “That’s not—”
“Not what?” she pressed, voice playful but heavy with knowing. She leaned back in her chair, spreading out comfortably, masculine in her ease. “Not true? Or not something you want to admit?”
The table between you suddenly felt too small, the food forgotten. You swallowed hard, realizing she wasn’t just teasing you—she was daring you to face what you were feeling.
The food sat untouched, steam curling between you, but you couldn’t taste a thing. Not with Sohyun leaning back in her chair like she owned the room, her wolfcut throwing shadows that made her jaw look cut from stone.
You tried to steady your breathing, but she caught you again. That smirk of hers widened as if to say I see everything.
Without breaking eye contact, she set her chopsticks down and rose from her chair. Slowly. Deliberately. The scrape of wood against the floor made your chest clench with anticipation.
She moved around the table, her steps unhurried, confident, until she was standing behind you. You felt the warmth of her presence before she even touched you. Then—lightly, teasingly—her fingers brushed your shoulder, trailing down your arm.
“You’ve been staring at me all night,” she murmured, voice low, velvety. The whisper of her breath tickled your ear. “Is it because I look like this?”
Her hand slid down to cover yours where it clutched the chopsticks too tightly. She plucked them from your grip and set them aside, leaving your hand bare and trembling.
“You keep looking at me,” she said, leaning closer until her lips nearly brushed your neck. “Like you don’t know what you want. But I think you do.”
Your pulse thundered, heat spreading through you, tangled with confusion you couldn’t name. She was your wife. She was everything familiar and safe—and yet the way she carried herself now, sharp and masculine, made you feel like you were being courted by someone entirely new.
Her fingers tipped your chin upward, forcing you to meet her gaze. The smirk was gone, replaced by something heavier, more dangerous.
“Tell me,” she whispered, eyes boring into yours. “Do you like me better this way?”
You opened your mouth, but no words came. Only heat, only hunger.
Sohyun’s smile returned, softer this time but no less devastating. She pressed a slow kiss against your temple, a claiming touch that made your stomach twist.
“Thought so,” she breathed, before gliding back to her seat like nothing had happened.
You sat frozen, skin tingling where she’d touched you, appetite for food completely gone—because the only hunger you felt now was for her. You stare at her for a breath then the lust takes over you get up from your seat and grab her before lifting her on the countertop behind you slide her shorts down along with her panties and you see her sopping pussy. You don’t think. You unbuckle your pants and ram inside of her. She smiles moaning before you fuck her. You grab her ass to anchor her and you fuck her with reckless abandon.
“Wow you really like me like this, is there something you wanna tell me?” You stare at her she has this evil smirk. You ram yourself inside of her as she tries to keep a straight face while your cock rearranges her insides.
“Youve been insatiable ever since I got this cut”
You groan and respond “My wife looks hot as fuck and I'm in love with her,” You groan as her walls welcome you. You drop her top and take her swollen nipple inside of your mouth as she moans.
“Fuck,” she coos as you take her. Her arms wrap around your shoulders as you pound inside of her.
When you're done sucking her nipple your eyes lock and she asks, “Do you like me handsome or pretty,”
Caught up in the moment you say, “I like you in whatever form you take as you cum inside your wife again,”
Sohyun screams as her pussy convulses around you milking you for all your worth.
You groan as you hold her. When the two of you finally come down from your mutual high Sohyun asks, “Were you being truthful when you said that?”
Confused you look at her as you pull out and say, “truthful about what?”
Sohyun moans at the release and then says,” Do you actually like me if I look masculine or feminine?”
You give a brief nod then say, “Of course, why wouldn't I?”
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The air inside the escape pod was thick with the smell of burnt circuitry and fear. SinB’s hands trembled as she unbuckled her harness, her eyes fixed on the viewscreen, now a static-filled graveyard showing the last crimson blossoms of the EUREKA’s destruction against the black velvet of space.
“Captain Karina… Momo…” her whisper was lost in the sobs of the others.
The landing was a series of brutal, bone-jarring impacts that slammed them into their restraints. When the grinding screech of metal on rock finally stopped, silence rushed in, heavy and absolute. The planet outside the cracked viewport was a study in desolation—endless grey rock under a bruised purple sky.
“Everyone out,” SinB ordered, her voice firmer than she felt. “Check for injuries. We need shelter.”
They stumbled out—herself, three other female specialists from the bio-lab, and Ensign Rourke, the only man. The cave was a dark maw in the cliff face, promising sanctuary. SinB left them there, huddled and shell-shocked, while she took a handheld scanner and climbed back to a rocky outcrop, desperately trying to ping any surviving beacon, any fragment of the fleet.
Nothing. Just dead air and the low whine of the scanner.
A cold, oily dread began to pool in her stomach as she made her way back. The cave entrance yawned, silent. Too silent.
“Hey? Report,” she called, her voice echoing.
No answer.
Her boots crunched on loose stone. The scanner in her hand suddenly spiked, registering a massive, complex bio-signature that hadn’t been there before. It was deep inside the cave, moving, pulsing with a terrifying, multi-layered energy.
Then the sounds reached her.
Not screams of pain, not at first. They were moans. Long, drawn-out, wet, and utterly sensual. Mixed with them were sharp, ragged cries and a thick, rhythmic, slapping noise. Flesh on flesh.
“No…” SinB breathed, breaking into a run.
The scene in the cavern chamber froze her blood.
Ensign Rourke lay sprawled near the wall, his head twisted at an impossible angle, eyes wide and empty. But it was the women that held her horrified gaze.
They were naked, pinned in the air by thick, glistening tendrils of deep violet and obsidian black. The creature was a central mass of shifting, muscular flesh, covered in a fine, iridescent sheen, from which a forest of tentacles sprouted. Two of the women had thick, vein-ridged appendages buried to the hilt in their cunts, pistoning in and out with a brutal, machine-like rhythm. Their breasts were kneaded by smaller, sucker-tipped limbs, the pink nipples pulled and twisted. The third woman had a tentacle, slick with her own juices and something iridescent, plunging deep into her ass, her back arched in a painful curve.
Their faces were masks of tear-streaked ecstasy. They were moaning, their mouths open in silent screams that transformed into gasping pleasure.
“Oh god, oh fuck, it’s so deep!” one cried, her voice cracking.
“I can’t… I’m gonna… breed me!” another sobbed, her hips twitching against the invasive limb.
SinB’s own scream tore from her throat, raw and primal. “GET AWAY FROM THEM!”
The central mass of the creature pulsed. A single, glowing violet eye, slit like a cat’s, swiveled from its fuck-toy to land on her. The tentacles holding the women didn’t stop. They fucked harder, faster. The wet slaps grew louder, echoing off the stone.
A new tentacle, longer and thicker than the others, tipped with a bulbous, flared head, shot out from the mass, slithering across the stone floor toward her with impossible speed.
SinB turned and ran.
She heard it behind her, a liquid, scraping sound, gaining. She felt a whisper of cold, smooth flesh brush her ankle. With a final burst of adrenaline, she threw herself behind a jagged outcropping of rock, squeezing into a fissure too narrow for the pursuing limb. It slammed against the stone outside, quivering with frustration.
From the chamber, the moans of the women coalesced, harmonizing, merging into a single, resonant voice that vibrated in SinB’s skull.
“BRING… MORE… PUSSIES…” the voice boomed, using the women’s vocal cords like speakers. “MUST… BREED… AND CONQUER.”
Then, the tone shifted, becoming a sibilant, intimate whisper that seemed to come from right beside her ear. “Stay, little one. Your scent is… potent. Ripe. You bear the old marker. You are meant for the Empire.”
SinB clamped her hands over her ears, squeezing her eyes shut. She stayed there, trembling, as the sounds of relentless fucking continued—the slaps, the guttural cries, the wet, squelching noises of overfilled holes. She heard one of the women shriek, a sound of pure, overwhelming sensation.
“It’s cumming! It’s filling me! My belly—!”
A choked, gurgling moan followed, then a contented, dopey sigh.
One by one, the screaming pleas transformed into gentle, airy giggles. The violent fucking slowed to a gentle, rocking rhythm.
After what felt like hours, the tentacle outside her hiding place withdrew. Silence, save for the steady drip… drip… of fluid and soft, sleepy murmurs.
Cautiously, SinB peered out. The creature was still there, its central mass now resting, throbbing gently. The three women were laid out before it like offerings, their bodies glistening with sweat and pearlescent fluid. Their eyes were open, staring at the cavern ceiling with vacant, blissful smiles. Their stomachs were visibly, impossibly distended, round and full. From their gaping, used cunts and assholes, steady streams of thick, opalescent cum seeped out, pooling on the rock beneath them. Their holes were slack, open, ruined—dark, puffy rings stretched far beyond any natural limit.
SinB’s breath caught. She had to get to the pod. Had to find a weapon. She edged out of the fissure, her muscles screaming in protest.
A tendril, thin as a vine, dropped from the ceiling above the entrance, brushing her neck.
It was just a touch. Cool and smooth.
A jolt, like static electricity mixed with liquid heat, shot through her.
Oh.
She stumbled, her legs giving way. A fever ignited in her veins, spreading from that point of contact like wildfire. Her skin flushed, oversensitive. The rough fabric of her flight suit became sandpaper. Her nipples hardened into aching points against the material. Between her legs, a deep, throbbing heat awoke, and she felt a sudden, gushing wetness soak her underwear.
“The Fever takes you,” the creature’s voice purled directly into her mind. “The gift of the Zuton. The genetic call. You burn for us. You will burn until you die… or until you are anchored.”
“No… get out of my head,” she panted, crawling towards the cave mouth. Her vision swam. The heat was unbearable, a pressure cooker in her core.
“Your denial is part of the flavor,” the mind-voice laughed. A thick, primary tentacle, the one that had pursued her, slid into view, blocking the exit. It was massive, the flared head now oozing a viscous, shimmering lubricant. “But playtime is over. You are a vessel. Present yourself.”
“Go to hell!” SinB spat, scrambling backward. Her body betrayed her. Her hips rocked, seeking friction against the ground. A fresh wave of her own juices slicked her thighs. The Fever made her dizzy, desperate. The thought of that thing touching her again, filling her… it should have revolted her. But the heat in her cunt pulsed in time with the creature’s visible throbs.
“You want it. Your human lies are transparent. Your cunt weeps for my seed. I can smell your fertile ache.”
The tentacle lunged. It wrapped around her ankle, yanking her off her feet. She screamed, kicking, but its grip was like steel cable. It dragged her across the stone floor, back toward the central mass, past the blissfully empty-eyed, cum-drooling forms of her crewmates.
“Stop! Please! Don’t! You’re raping me!” she screamed, the words the script her deepest, most shameful fantasy demanded.
“Yes,” the voice agreed with dark delight. “I am raping your tight, screaming human cunt. I will break it open and pour my empire into your womb. You will carry our conquest in your belly.”
It flipped her onto her stomach. Smaller tendrils ripped her flight suit open from behind, the fabric tearing like paper. The cold cave air hit her feverish skin, making her shudder. Tendrils snaked around her wrists and ankles, pulling her into a kneeling position, her ass raised high, exposed.
She felt the broad, slick head of the main tentacle press against her asshole. It was shockingly cold, and huge—far bigger than anything that should ever go there.
“No, not there! You can’t! It won’t fit! You’ll rip me!” she babbled, tears streaming down her face. Her body shuddered, but her back arched instinctively, presenting her hole.
“It will fit. Because I demand it.”
It pushed.
SinB shrieked. A white-hot pain of sheer, radical stretch bloomed in her rectum. It wasn’t a sharp pain, but a vast, burning, tearing pressure. She felt her muscles, so tight and virgin, scream in protest before surrendering, unraveling around the invading girth. The tentacle pushed inward, inch by relentless inch, the flared head forcing her ring to stretch into a wide, burning ‘O’.
“Oh God… oh fuck… it’s splitting me… I can feel it in my stomach!” she cried, her knuckles white where she was bound. The pain was immense, but the Fever twisted it, fused it with the deep, needy throb in her clit. Her cries became moans. “It’s too much… too big…”
“Your hole is learning its purpose,” the creature observed. It bottomed out, the entire immense length buried inside her. She felt stuffed, impossibly full, the tentacle a solid, throbbing column of alien flesh rearranging her insides. It began to move.
The initial withdrawal was a fresh agony, the stretched ring clinging desperately to the shaft. Then it thrust back in.
Thwack.
The impact of its base against her asscheeks was a solid, meaty sound. It set a pace immediately—no gentle buildup, no mercy. Just deep, brutal, pistoning strokes that slammed into her core over and over.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
SinB’s world dissolved into sensation. The pain in her ass blurred, transformed into a deep, perverse fullness that rubbed against every internal nerve. Each drive stroked something inside her that made her vision flash white. She came, suddenly and violently, her cunt clamping down on nothing, spraying her juices onto the rock below. The orgasm was ripped from her, a seizure of pleasure amidst the violation.
“I’m coming! I’m coming while you rape my ass!” she sobbed, the confession torn from her.
“Of course you are. Your body knows its master.”
The fucking continued, relentless. Hours might have passed. Minutes. Her ass became a numb, used channel, the sharp pain gone, replaced by a deep, stretched ache and a weird, hollow pleasure. She came again, a weaker, ruined orgasm that left her trembling. The creature’s tentacles found her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples, sending jolts of sharp pleasure-pain through her. One thin tendril circled her clit, vibrating.
Sensory overload short-circuited her thoughts. She was just a hole, being used. The degradation was absolute. And it aroused her to a fever pitch she’d never known.
“Please… no more… I’m too sensitive… you’re gonna make me pregnant even through my ass, I know it…” she begged, her voice a hoarse wreck.
“Your pathetic human biology is already adapting. My seed will find a way. You will be bred.”
The rhythm of the tentacle inside her changed. It grew harder, hotter. A violent tremor ran through the creature’s entire form. The tentacle in her ass swelled, the flared head locking deep inside her rectum.
“Now. Take your purpose.”
It erupted.
SinB’s eyes flew open. A flood of hot, impossibly thick fluid filled her bowels. It wasn’t a spurt, but a continuous, pumping geyser. She felt her rectum balloon, the pressure skyrocketing. Her flat belly pushed outward, rounding, stretching the skin taut. The creature pumped load after load after load into her, until she looked several months pregnant, her abdomen distended with the volume of its cum.
The physical feeling was overwhelming—a hot, claiming fullness that bordered on pain. But that was nothing compared to the mental impact.
The moment the first wave of cum made contact with her rectal lining, a chemical euphoria detonated in her brain.
It was a smash.
All thought, all fear, all residual shame evaporated. Just… gone. A warm, blank, blissful void replaced it. A wide, helpless grin stretched across her tear-stained face. A soft, airy giggle escaped her lips.
“Heehee…”
The tentacle withdrew from her well-fucked, gaping asshole with a wet, sucking plop. A torrent of opalescent cum immediately gushed out after it, splattering on the ground, but so much remained inside her, keeping her belly swollen. She didn’t care. She couldn’t care.
She was empty. Happy. Cum-dumb.
She slumped to the side, giggling softly, feeling the heavy, warm fullness in her gut. Her asshole remained a wide-open, dark pink gape, twitching slightly, leaking the creature’s seed. The violent Fever was gone, replaced by this perfect, simple warmth. Slowly, the intense giggly high began to soften, fading into a deep, heavy drowsiness. Her limbs felt like lead, pliant and utterly relaxed. She wanted to cuddle into the warm rock. She wanted to sleep.
The last thing she saw before her eyes fluttered shut was the creature’s central eye watching her, and the silent, smiling faces of her crewmates, their own bellies full, their own minds blissfully broken. A thin, probing tendril, slick with her own juices and its lubricant, now gently traced her lower lips, parting them, seeking a new, fertile warmth.
“Mmm…” SinB murmured in her sleep, a final, contented sigh.
SinB swam up from a deep, black ocean of nothing. The first sensation was warmth. A deep, pulsing, internal warmth that cradled her from the inside out. Her belly felt heavy, full, pleasantly stretched. Then came the touch.
Cool, smooth, and insistent against her lower lips.
Her eyes fluttered open. The cavern ceiling swam into view, the same grey rock. Her body was sore in a dozen places, a dull ache radiating from her thoroughly used asshole. But the heat… the Fever was gone. Replaced by this lazy, contented lassitude. And that touch.
She looked down her naked body.
Two thick, violet tentacles, glistening with a pearlescent sheen, were coiled around her thighs, holding them wide apart. A third, slightly thinner limb, its tip tapered and questing, was tracing slow, maddening circles around the outer folds of her pussy. It dipped, just barely, into the soaked entrance.
A jolt of pure, electric arousal shot through her.
“Nngh…” The sound escaped her before she could stop it.
She tried to move, to close her legs, but the tentacles held her with immovable strength. Her wrists were bound above her head by more cool, living ropes. She was spread-eagled on a relatively flat section of stone, utterly exposed.
“The first vessel was prepared. The anchor holds your Fever at bay,” the creature’s voice purred in her mind. It was clearer now, less a booming command and more an intimate whisper in her skull. “But a vessel has many chambers. The primary womb remains untouched. Fertile. Begging.”
The tapered tentacle pushed forward, not with brutal force, but with a slow, inexorable pressure.
“No… wait…” SinB breathed, her head lolling to the side.
Her gaze landed on the other women. They were awake. Sort of.
They sat or lay in a semicircle around the creature’s central mass, their bodies still glistening, their bellies still rounded with the creature’s seed. But their eyes… their eyes were fixed on her. They wore identical, wide, vacant smiles. One of them, a brunette from the bio-lab, had her fingers lazily tracing the puffy, dark rim of her own gaping asshole, from which a trickle of opalescent cum still seeped. They were watching like spectators at a show.
And then she saw Momo.
Momo was kneeling closest to the creature, her petite form looking even smaller. Her long, wavy hair was matted with sweat and fluid. Her stomach was distended, a firm, round curve. But unlike the others, her eyes held a sharp, intelligent light—a light twisted by fanatical devotion.
“SinB,” Momo said, her voice a raspy singsong. “You’re awake. Good. It’s been waiting for you to wake up for the main event.”
“Momo… what… what did it do to you?” SinB gasped as the tentacle at her entrance pushed another inch inward. Her cunt muscles fluttered, trying to resist, but they were soft, relaxed from her earlier exhaustion and the residual warmth in her gut.
“It showed me the truth,” Momo sighed happily, stroking the side of the creature’s pulsating central mass. “All my studies… ancient mating rituals, xenobiology… it was all leading here. To this. To Him. The Zuton reach is not just an empire, SinB. It’s a biological imperative. And we… we with the old marker… we are the chosen brides.”
“You’re insane!” SinB cried, pulling against her bonds.
The tentacle at her pussy pushed deeper. It wasn’t as wide as the one that had ruined her ass, but it was long, and the tapered tip was probing, searching, rubbing against her inner walls with slick, knowing strokes. A fresh gush of her own arousal soaked it.
“I’m enlightened,” Momo corrected, her tone turning commanding. “Don’t fight it, SinB. Embrace our new purpose. Be the breeding machine of our new master. Our new god. And it’ll reward us with something greater. A place in the new order. Aha ha ha!” Her laughter echoed, joined by soft, airy giggles from the other three women.
SinB screamed then, pure terror shredding the last of her drowsiness. “KARINA! SOMEONE! HELP!”
“Your captain cannot hear you,” the creature’s mind-voice cooed. “She is far away, chasing echoes. You are here. With me. Your cunt is dripping for me. See?”
The tentacle inside her curled, and SinB felt its tip press against a deep, spongy spot high inside her. A bolt of pleasure so intense it was like pain lanced through her core. Her back arched off the stone.
“Fuck! Don’t! You’re raping me! You’re raping my pussy!” she shrieked, the script pouring out, fueled by terror and a shocking, shameful crest of heat between her legs.
“Yes,” the voice agreed. “I am raping your tight, fertile human cunt. I will plant my empire in your womb. You will swell with my young.”
It pulled back almost all the way, then slammed forward in one smooth, powerful thrust.
Thwump.
The flared head, which had been slender, suddenly expanded inside her, catching on her cervix. SinB’s scream cut off into a choked gurgle. The stretch was unbelievable. It wasn’t the sharp, tearing pain of her ass; this was a deep, spreading, full sensation that pressed against every inch of her vaginal canal. It rubbed directly over her G-spot with unerring accuracy.
“It’s too big! You’re hitting too deep! I’m not on control! I don’t want your eggs!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her temples into her hair. Her hips, however, gave a tiny, involuntary jerk upwards, taking him another fraction of an inch deeper.
Momo clapped her hands together with glee. “She’s saying the words! She knows the script! She’s perfect!”
The creature began to fuck her. It was a different rhythm than before—still brutally deep, each stroke a claim to her womb, but slightly slower, more deliberate. The thwump of its impact against her vulva was a wet, solid sound. The tentacle slid in and out, coated now in a mixture of its slick lubricant and her copious, betraying juices.
SinB’s mind fractured. Pleasure, raw and terrifying, built with each drive into that sensitive spot. Her clit throbbed, untouched, a frantic beacon of need. The creature seemed to sense it. A thin, vine-like tendril detached from her thigh and slithered up her body. It circled her left nipple, pinching and twisting the hardened nub, then did the same to the right. Sharp, bright zaps of sensation made her cry out.
“Please… I’m too sensitive… everything hurts…” she begged, her voice breaking. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming. The dual stimulation—the deep, stretching fuck and the cruel play on her nipples—was pushing her toward a cliff.
“You are not too sensitive. You are perfectly receptive. Your body is welcoming its master. Now… come for me. Come while I rape your womb.”
It was an order. A psychic command that slithered into the pleasure centers of her brain.
The coil in SinB’s gut snapped.
Her vision whited out. An orgasm, vast and devastating, tore through her. Her cunt clamped down in rhythmic, helpless spasms around the invading tentacle, milking it. She screamed, a long, ragged sound of utter defeat and overwhelming ecstasy. Her juices flooded out around the thick shaft, making the already wet sounds even messier.
“She came!” Momo announced, as if narrating for the others. “The breeding cunt came for its master!”
The fucking didn’t stop. It intensified. The tentacle in her pussy pistoned harder, faster. The creature wasn’t satisfied. Another major tentacle, as thick as the one that had first taken her ass, rose from the mass. Its flared head glistened. It nudged against her sore, twitching asshole.
“No… not again… not there… it’s still loose… you’ll break me…” SinB whimpered, her post-orgasmic hypersensitivity making the mere touch agony.
“It is already broken. It is a hole. It will be a hole for my seed.”
It pushed. There was resistance—a burning, stretching ache as her already dilated ring was forced open a second time. But it gave way easier than before, the muscle memory of its ruin still fresh. SinB felt the thick, cold intrusion fill her rectum once more, stretching her insides in a completely different direction. The fullness was monumental. She was packed, front and back, with throbbing alien flesh.
She couldn’t breathe. She could only feel.
Then, a third tentacle, this one of medium girth, slid across her face. It pressed against her lips.
“Open,” Momo commanded, her voice dripping with dark encouragement. “A good breeding vessel needs all its holes filled. Don’t you want to be good, SinB? Don’t you want to be full?”
Sobbing, SinB parted her lips. The tentacle slid into her mouth. It tasted salty, metallic, and oddly sweet. It pressed down on her tongue, sliding toward her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in immediately, her body convulsing.
The creature didn’t care. It pushed deeper.
SinB’s eyes bulged. She couldn’t scream. She could only make wet, choked, gurgling noises as the tentacle filled her mouth and breached her throat. It wasn’t as wide as the others, but it was relentless, fucking her face with shallow, penetrating thrusts that hit the back of her throat each time. Tears of reflex and humiliation poured from her eyes.
She was completely, utterly filled. A living, breathing sex toy. Her world narrowed to the three points of overwhelming invasion: the deep, womb-seeking pound in her cunt, the vast, stretching fullness in her ass, and the choking, throat-fucking pressure in her mouth.
The creature established a rhythm, all three tentacles moving in a synchronized, devastating harmony. Thwump in her pussy. A deep, internal shove in her ass. A wet, gagging glrk in her throat.
Momo crawled closer, her eyes gleaming. She reached out and cupped SinB’s distended belly, feeling the firmness from the first anal load still inside her. “Look at you. So beautiful. So useful. You’re going to take so much more. He’s going to pump your womb full of eggs, and your gut full of his mind-breaking cum. You’ll be so happy. You’ll forget your own name. You’ll just be His.”
SinB’s mind was breaking under the assault. Coherent thought was impossible. There was only sensation, a tsunami of pleasure-pain-humiliation that washed away every piece of her identity. Her hips began to move, not fighting, but meeting the thrusts, a weak, desperate attempt to somehow satisfy the unbearable fullness. She was coming again, smaller, ruined orgasms that rippled through her cunt and ass around the violating limbs, each one leaving her emptier of thought.
The creature’s movements became erratic, frantic. The tentacles inside her swelled, growing hotter. The one in her ass began to pulse rhythmically. The one in her pussy seemed to latch onto her cervix.
“NOW. BREED. AND BREAK.”
The tentacle in her mouth pulled back slightly, just enough for her to draw a ragged, sobbing breath before it shoved back in, triggering another gag.
Then, the floods began.
In her pussy, a torrent of thick, viscous, living heat erupted directly into her womb. It wasn’t just cum; she felt strange, solid little nodules—tiny, gelatinous eggs—mixed in the fluid, pouring into her deepest chamber. The pressure was immediate and immense. Her already slightly rounded belly from the anal load pushed outward further, the skin stretching taut.
Simultaneously, her ass was flooded. A geyser of the familiar, opalescent cum, hotter and thicker than before, pumped into her bowels. It filled the space with shocking speed, the volume unbelievable. Her abdomen distended even more, rounding into a firm, heavy dome. She looked fully, impossibly pregnant.
The tentacle in her throat gave one final push and deposited a burst of the same thick, sweet-salty cum directly down her esophagus. She had no choice but to swallow, gulping around the intrusion as it pumped load after load into her stomach.
It was endless. The creature was pumping multiple, massive loads into all three of her holes at once. Cum-inflation wasn’t a kink; it was a reality. Her belly swelled until it was a smooth, tight globe, her navel straining outward. The pressure was dizzying, a hot, claiming weight that pushed her organs aside.
But the physical transformation was nothing.
The moment the first wave of cum from her ass made contact with her rectal lining, the mindbreak cocktail hit her nervous system.
It was an erasure.
All the terror, the shame, the pain, the fragmented pleasure—it all dissolved into a warm, buzzing, blissful static. Her struggling stopped. Her crying stopped. Her eyes, wide and tear-filled, rolled back slightly, the pupils dilating.
The tentacles withdrew from her mouth, ass, and pussy with a series of wet, sucking pops.
A river of cum gushed from her ruined, gaping asshole, a waterfall of opalescent fluid that splattered on the stone. From her well-fucked pussy, a similar flood poured out, carrying with it a few small, pearl-like eggs that glistened in the low light. She drooled a thick strand of cum from her slack lips.
A wide, vacant, utterly peaceful smile spread across SinB’s face.
“Heehee…” she giggled, the sound soft and airy. She stared at the ceiling, seeing nothing, feeling everything—the wonderful, warm, heavy fullness. She was a vessel. A full vessel. It was nice.
Momo leaned in and kissed her sweaty forehead. “Good girl. See? Isn’t it better? No more thoughts. Just fullness. Just purpose.”
“Pur…pose…” SinB echoed dreamily, her voice slurred. She felt so sleepy. So cuddly. She wanted to nestle into the warm rock and the warm cum inside her and sleep forever. The giggly high was already fading, melting into a deep, sedative contentment. Her limbs were like jelly.
“She is ready,” the creature’s voice said, satisfied. “The breeding has taken. The mind is prepared for imprinting. She will be a perfect herald.”
“What of the others?” Momo asked, gesturing to the three other grinning, cum-drooling women.
“They are reserves. Incubators. When the new scouts arrive, they will be collected.”
Momo nodded, then her head snapped up, her scientist’s instincts pricking. “Master… I sense… vibrations in the upper canyon. Approaching.”
Outside, under the planet’s bruised purple sky, Captain Karina moved with a predator’s grace, her blue eyes scanning every shadow. Behind her, five elite troopers in matte-black combat armor fanned out, their energy rifles humming at low ready.
A tall man with greying temples and a severe face, General Vorlik, stepped up beside her, his own scanner held out. “It’s suspicious, Karina. It looks too quiet. The others should have grouped up and waited for extraction. Basic protocol. But this…” He gestured at the silent, desolate landscape. “It feels staged.”
“The escape pod beacon was clear, General,” Karina said, her voice tight. “SinB was on it. Three other biospecs. Rourke. They’re here. They have to be.”
“The pod is there,” Vorlik said, pointing to the crumpled metal husk two hundred meters away. “But no life signs around it. All readings lead… downward.” He nodded toward the dark cave entrance in the cliff face. “Into that.”
Karina felt a cold knot in her stomach that had nothing to do with command. It was a primal dread. “We go in. Tight formation. Lights on.”
They approached the cave mouth, a yawning darkness that seemed to swallow the light from their helmet lamps. The ground was scuffed, many footprints leading in. None leading out.
Just before they crossed the threshold, a sound drifted from the deep darkness within. It wasn’t a scream. It was…
Laughter.
Soft, feminine, and utterly, chillingly empty. It was followed by a wet, gurgling coo.
Karina’s hand tightened on her rifle. “That’s not a distress signal.”
From the blackness, a voice called out. It was familiar, but warped, layered with a haunting, melodic echo. It was Momo’s voice, but it wasn’t just Momo.
“Captain…,” the voice sang. “Come and see… what beautiful purpose we’ve found…”
General Vorlik raised his rifle. “That is not a survivor.”
But Karina was already stepping forward, a different kind of fear locking her in place—the fear of what she would find, and the terrifying, unwelcome thrill that slithered up her spine at the sound of that corrupted, inviting voice.
Inside the chamber, SinB, her mind a warm, happy void, felt a new tendril softly pet her hair. Momo whispered in her ear, her breath hot.
“The Captain is here, sister. Should we let her see how happy we are? Should we show her your beautiful, bred belly?”
SinB’s dopey smile widened. She tried to form words, but only a sigh came out. She managed a whisper, a phrase imprinted by the cum and the voice in her head.
ASPA-003 Blackmailing My Stepsister Until Her Mind Breaks.
Words : 10,605 Words
You heard her laugh first. That sharp, mocking sound that used to twist something cold in your gut. It came from the campus cafe’s outdoor seating, a little cluster of her friends gathered like vultures around a joke only they understood.
You saw her then. Minjeong. Your stepsister. Leaning back in her chair, sunlight catching the honey streaks in her hair she spent so much money on. She was holding court, a smug little smile on her lips.
“No, seriously,” her voice carried, crisp and clear. “He tried to explain his coding project to me last night. It was like listening to a malfunctioning dishwasher. Beep boop, error.”
Her friends tittered. One of them, a guy named Jae you recognized, chuckled and shook his head. “Sounds about right.”
You didn’t feel the old flare of humiliation. Not today. Instead, a slow, deep calm settled over you. Your fingers brushed the phone in your pocket, its weight solid and real. A weapon. You walked straight towards their table.
Minjeong saw you approach. Her smile didn’t fade; it just shifted, turning patronizing. “Oh, speak of the devil. Need some help with your dishwasher project, little brother?”
Her friends went quiet, watching the show.
You stopped right next to her chair. You didn’t say anything for a moment, just let the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable. You saw a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. She hated being ignored.
“What?” she finally snapped. “Cat got your tongue? Or did your code finally short-circuit it?”
You leaned down, close enough that only she could hear. Your voice was a low, pleasant murmur. “You should be more careful about your volume, Noona. When you’re home alone, I mean.”
Her face went perfectly still. The smirk froze, then melted into confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“Tuesday afternoon,” you whispered, your breath stirring the hair by her ear. “Around three. You thought I was gone for hours. You must have been really desperate.”
The color drained from her face. Her knuckles, gripping her iced coffee, turned white. She looked from you to her friends, a forced, brittle laugh escaping her. “You’re being weird. Go away.”
You straightened up, your voice returning to a normal volume, conversational. “You know, I was reviewing some footage on my phone. For my dishwasher project. The audio quality is surprisingly good. You have a very… distinctive voice when you’re enthusiastic.”
Minjeong shot up from her chair so fast it screeched against the pavement. “Shut up.”
“Or what?” you asked, tilting your head. “You’ll tell Mom and Dad I’m bothering you? I wonder what they’d think of their perfect daughter’s solo performances. The way you chanted ‘fuck me, fuck me, harder’ into your pillow. The way you screamed when you came. It’s all right here.” You patted your pocket.
Her friends were staring now, bewildered. “Minjeong? What’s he talking about?”
“Nothing!” she barked, her composure cracking. She grabbed your arm, her nails digging in. “We need to talk. Now.”
She practically dragged you away from the table, around the corner of the humanities building, into a narrow, deserted alley between the brick wall and a row of dumpsters. The moment you were out of sight, she whirled on you.
“You fucking creep! You were spying on me?”
You shrugged, leaning against the cool brick. “The door was open. Sound carries. You shouldn’t leave your bedroom door open when you’re planning to finger-fuck your cunt until you scream, Noona.”
She flinched at the vulgarity, her eyes wide with a mix of rage and utter horror. “Delete it. Delete it right now.”
“No.”
“I’ll tell Dad you’re threatening me! I’ll—”
“You’ll do what?” you interrupted, your voice dropping back to that calm, deadly tone. “Tell him I have a video of his precious stepdaughter rubbing her wet little pussy raw while she moans like a whore in a cheap porn? Do you think he’ll be proud? Do you think he’ll keep funding your car, your designer bags, your monthly allowance once he knows what his little saint really does when she’s alone?”
Her bravado shattered. You saw it happen in real time. The fury in her eyes dissolved into fear, then a desperate, pleading panic. Her lower lip trembled. “You can’t.”
“I can. I will. Unless.”
“Unless what?” The question was a whisper.
You took a step forward, closing the distance. She didn’t back away. She was trapped. By the wall, by your body, by the truth in your pocket. You reached out and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at you. Her skin was soft, warm. She was breathing fast.
“You’ve made my life hell for two years, Noona. Mocking me. Belittling me. Acting like you’re fucking royalty.” Your thumb stroked her jawline. “Now, you’re going to make it up to me. Every time I want. Wherever I want. You’re going to be so fucking good to me.”
“What does that mean?” Her voice was shaky.
You didn’t answer with words. You leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It was a claim. Your mouth crashed against hers, forcing her lips apart. She made a muffled sound of protest, her hands coming up to push at your chest, but the fight was gone. It was just a weak, trembling pressure. You slid your tongue into her mouth, tasting her coffee and her fear. After a second of frozen resistance, her body went slack. A small, broken whimper vibrated in her throat. She was letting you. She was accepting it.
You broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths for a second before it snapped. Her eyes were glazed, confused.
“That’s what it means,” you said. Your hand left her chin and slid down, over the soft cashmere of her sweater, down to the waistband of her tight jeans. You popped the button. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet alley.
“No, not here…” she breathed, but it was a token protest. Her hands fell to her sides.
“Yes. Here.” You tugged the zipper down. “Right the fuck here. Where anyone could walk by. Where your friends might come looking for you.” You hooked your fingers into the band of her jeans and her lace panties, pulling them both down her hips in one rough motion. They caught on her thighs. The cool air of the alley washed over her exposed skin.
You turned her around, facing the brick wall. “Hands on the wall. Spread your legs.”
She obeyed. A shudder wracked her body as she placed her palms flat against the rough brick, leaning forward. Her perfect, round ass was now bare to you, the jeans and panties a tangled restraint around her thighs. You admired the view for a moment—the pale curves, the delicate pink folds of her pussy already glistening with a betraying wetness. She’s terrified, but she’s fucking turned on. The thought sent a jolt of pure power straight to your cock.
You unzipped your own jeans, freeing your erection. You were already painfully hard. You stepped up close behind her, the head of your cock nudging against her soaked entrance. You rubbed it through her slick folds, coating yourself in her.
“You’re already this wet for me, Noona?” you whispered into her ear. “You’re a fucking natural-born slut, aren’t you? All that attitude, just hiding a desperate little cunt that gets wet at the first sign of real authority.”
“Please…” she whimpered, the word muffled against her arm.
“Please what? Please fuck you? Like you begged into your pillow?” You positioned yourself. “You got it.”
You drove into her in one hard, deep thrust. There was no gentleness, no slow build. She was tight, a hot, clinging velvet vise around your cock, but her own wetness allowed you to sink to the hilt. A choked scream tore from her throat, echoing off the brick walls. Her back arched, her fingers scrabbled against the rough surface.
“Oh, fuck,” you groaned, the sensation blinding. You held still for a second, buried deep inside her, feeling her inner muscles flutter and clamp around you in shocked reflex. “God, you’re tight. You’ve been saving this cunt, haven’t you? Saving it for your own fingers. What a fucking waste.”
You pulled back almost all the way, then slammed back in. Then again. Setting a brutal, punishing rhythm. The slap of your hips against her ass, the wet, filthy sound of your cock plunging into her, filled the alley.
“You like that?” you grunted, each thrust punctuating your words. “You like your little brother’s cock ruining you in a dirty alley? You’re taking it so fucking good, Noona. Such a good little whore for me.”
Her moans were constant now, a high, keening sound she tried to stifle. Tears streaked her cheeks, but she was pushing back against you, meeting your thrusts. Her body was betraying her completely.
“Tell me,” you demanded, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. “Tell me who owns this cunt now.”
“You do,” she sobbed, the words ripped from her. “You own it!”
“Damn right I do.” You fucked her harder, deeper. The pressure was building in your balls, a fierce, coiling heat. You thought about the video. You thought about her smug face. You thought about fucking her raw, fucking her so deep she’d feel it for days. “I’m gonna cum inside you, Minjeong. I’m gonna pump this tight little cunt full of my seed. You want that? You want me to breed you right here against this wall?”
The degradation, mixed with the crude, biological threat, broke something else in her. Her moan became a wail. “Yes! Fuck, yes, please! Breed me! Fill me up!”
Her consent, ragged and desperate, was the final trigger. You hammered into her with wild, uncontrolled thrusts, your vision blurring at the edges. With a raw, guttural shout, you buried yourself as deep as you could and came. Hot, pulsing ropes of your release shot deep into her core, spilling inside her with a claiming, primal finality. You held her there, impaled, as you emptied yourself, feeling your cum flooding her, dripping out around the base of your cock where you were still joined.
You stayed like that for a long minute, both of you panting, the only sounds your ragged breaths and the distant hum of campus life. Slowly, you softened and slipped out of her. A trickle of your combined fluids trailed down her inner thigh.
You zipped yourself up. She remained against the wall, trembling, her jeans still around her thighs, utterly exposed and used.
You leaned close again, your voice flat. “Clean yourself up. My room. Ten tonight. Don’t be late.”
You turned and walked out of the alley, leaving her there. You didn’t look back.
*
The house was quiet that night. Dad and your stepmom were out at some charity dinner. You sat on the edge of your bed, waiting. 9:58 PM.
At 10:02, your door opened silently. Minjeong slipped in, closing it behind her. She’d changed into a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. Her face was clean, expression carefully blank, but her eyes were red-rimmed.
She stood just inside the door, not meeting your gaze.
“Come here,” you said.
She walked over, stopping a few feet away.
“Closer.”
She took another step.
“On your knees.”
A tremor went through her, but she sank to her knees on your carpet, her head bowed. The submission was absolute, and it made your cock stir again.
“Look at me.”
She raised her eyes. The hatred was still there, simmering beneath a layer of shame and defeat.
“You know why you’re here.”
She nodded once.
“Say it.”
“To… to serve you,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“To serve you!” The words were sharper, edged with resentment.
“Good.” You undid your sweatpants, letting them fall. Your cock, half-hard, swung free. “You know what to do with this. Show me how sorry you are for being a bitch.”
She stared at your cock for a long second. Then, with a shaky breath, she leaned forward. Her soft hands wrapped around the base. She hesitated, her lips an inch away.
“Do it, Noona. Or do I need to send that video to Dad’s phone right now?”
She flinched and opened her mouth. Her tongue darted out first, a timid, hot stripe along the underside of your shaft. Then she took the head into her mouth, her lips stretching around your girth.
“Fuck,” you hissed. The heat and wetness were incredible. She began to bob her head slowly, tentatively. Her technique was awkward, inexperienced. You let her struggle for a minute, watching her cheeks hollow, listening to the soft, wet sounds.
Then you grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Open wider, you stupid slut. You think this is a fucking lollipop?” You guided your cock deeper, past her initial resistance, until the head nudged the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering. “Take it. You were born to suck cock, weren’t you? Such a pretty mouth, wasted on all those insults. Now it’s finally useful.”
You started to fuck her mouth, setting a pace, holding her head still as you thrust into the wet, tight cavern of her throat. Tears streamed down her face, but she didn’t pull away. Her hands clutched at your thighs. Spit dripped from her stretched lips, coating your cock, her chin, the front of her shirt.
“That’s it,” you groaned, your hips pistoning. “Such a good little cocksucker. My perfect, filthy stepsister. You love this, don’t you? You love having your throat stuffed full of my dick.”
She made a choked, gurgling sound of protest, but the vibration only made the sensation more intense. You felt the pressure building again, low and urgent.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” you announced, your voice thick. “You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop. You understand? That’s what you are now. My personal cum dump.”
Her eyes flew open in panic, but you were already there. With a final, deep thrust that made her nose press into your pubic bone, you erupted. Hot, salty bursts flooded her mouth. She gagged violently, trying to pull back, but you held her firmly in place, pumping your release down her throat.
When you were finally spent, you released her hair. She collapsed forward, coughing, strings of saliva and your cum dripping from her lips onto the floor. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her entire body shaking with ragged coughs and sobs.
You tucked your softening cock back into your sweatpants. You looked down at her, a ruined, beautiful mess at your feet.
“Get up.”
She staggered to her feet, avoiding your eyes.
“Strip. All of it.”
Fresh tears welled, but she obeyed. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her small, pert breasts. She pushed her sweatpants and panties down, stepping out of them, standing naked and vulnerable in the middle of your room.
“On the bed. On your back. Legs spread.”
She moved like an automaton, lying down on your comforter, her legs falling open, exposing everything. The glistening pink of her pussy, still slightly swollen from your earlier use.
You climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs. You didn’t touch her yet. You just looked.
“I own this,” you said, pointing at her cunt. “I own this mouth.” You pointed to her lips. “I own every fucking inch of you. And tonight, I’m going to fuck a baby into you.”
Her breath caught in a sharp inhale. “W-what?”
“You heard me. I’m not pulling out. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.” You leaned over her, bracing your hands on either side of her head. “You’re going to take my cock, and you’re going to take my cum, and you’re going to pray it takes root. Because if you get pregnant, Noona, that’s it. You’re mine forever. No one will believe it wasn’t consensual. You’ll just be the slutty stepsister who couldn’t keep her legs closed. And you’ll do anything I say to keep your little secret.”
The terror in her eyes was a living thing. But beneath it, in the frantic pulse at her throat, in the way her nipples hardened into tight peaks, was that same, fucked-up arousal.
“Please…” she begged, but the meaning was unclear. Please stop? Please do it?
You didn’t ask for clarification. You lowered yourself onto her, the head of your cock finding her entrance once more. You pushed inside, and she was still loose, still wet from the alley and her own fear. You slid in to the hilt in one smooth, deep stroke.
She cried out, her nails digging into your shoulders.
You began to move, a slower, more deliberate rhythm than in the alley. A breeding rhythm. Deep, grinding thrusts designed to lodge your seed as high inside her as it could go.
“This cunt feels even better used,” you moaned into her ear. “So soft and welcoming now. It knows its purpose. To get filled. To get bred.”
You fucked her like that for what felt like hours, in that quiet, dark room. The only sounds were the creak of the bed, the wet slap of skin on skin, and her broken, Cires filled the entire room.
Her cries filled the entire room, a raw, broken symphony that only fueled the relentless drive of your hips. You kept that deep, grinding pace, your cock a thick, unforgiving piston inside her. Each thrust was a promise, a threat, a biological imperative.
“You feel that, Noona?” you growled, your voice rough against the shell of her ear. “You feel how deep I’m planted in this cunt? My cum’s already swimming inside you. Looking for the right spot. Looking to make a fucking baby in your slutty little womb.”
“No, no, no…” she chanted, but her legs were locked around your waist, her heels digging into the small of your back, pulling you deeper.
“Your body says yes,” you grunted, snapping your hips forward hard, making her gasp. “This tight, greedy hole is sucking me in. It wants it. It wants to be bred. You’re just too much of a coward to admit it.”
You shifted your weight, pulling almost all the way out until just the tip remained, teasing her swollen entrance. She whimpered, a sound of pure, desperate need. “Please…”
“Please what?” You rubbed the head through her slick folds, circling her clit. “Use your words, Minjeong. Tell me what this cunt needs.”
“I need… I need you to fuck it.” The admission was torn from her, soaked in shame. “I need you to fuck your cum deeper into me.”
“Good girl,” you purred, the praise like a slap. You plunged back in, a single, devastating stroke that stole her breath. “Such a good, honest little broodmare. Now take it. Take every fucking inch.”
You fucked her with a renewed, brutal intensity. The bedframe slammed against the wall in a steady, rhythmic bang. Her tits bounced with each impact, her nipples hard, dark peaks begging for attention. You leaned down and took one in your mouth, sucking hard, biting the stiff bud. She screamed, her back arching off the bed.
“Yes! God, yes!”
“You like that, you fucking hypocrite?” you snarled, switching to her other breast. “All that purity, all that superiority, and you’re just a set of holes begging to be used and filled. Look at you. My cock is stretching this perfect pussy wide open, and you’re crying for more.”
You could feel the pressure coiling again, a tight, electric knot in your balls and lower spine. Her inner muscles were fluttering, clenching around you in erratic spasms. She was close.
“I’m gonna cum again,” you announced, your thrusts becoming ragged, losing their rhythm. “I’m gonna flood this womb. You gonna come with me, Noona? You gonna squeeze my cock dry while I pump a baby into you?”
“I’m—I’m gonna…” Her words dissolved into a sharp, shattered cry. Her body locked up, rigid beneath you. Her cunt convulsed around your shaft, a series of violent, milking pulses that ripped a guttural roar from your throat.
The sensation tore your control apart. You buried yourself to the root, your pelvis grinding against her clit as you erupted. Another hot, thick flood of your release jetted into her depths, mixing with the first, spilling out around the stretched seal of your cock where you were joined. You pulsed inside her for what felt like an eternity, each throb wringing another shudder from her oversensitive body.
Finally, spent, you collapsed on top of her, your weight pinning her to the mattress. Both of you were slick with sweat, breathing in ragged, synced gasps. The room smelled of sex, of musk, and of her expensive, ruined perfume.
You stayed there for long minutes, still embedded inside her, feeling the occasional aftershock ripple through her cunt. You finally rolled off, pulling out with a soft, wet sound. A gush of your cum followed, leaking onto your sheets. You didn’t care.
She lay motionless, staring at the ceiling, tears tracing clean lines through the sweat on her temples.
You sat up on the edge of the bed, your back to her. “Get a towel. Clean yourself up. Then clean my cock.”
She didn’t move.
“Now, Minjeong.”
A fresh sob escaped her, but she pushed herself up, her movements slow and pained. She walked naked to your connected bathroom, her gait slightly unsteady. You heard the faucet run. She returned with a damp, warm washcloth. She stood before you, avoiding your eyes, and began to gently wipe the mixed fluids from your softening cock. Her touch was clinical, detached.
When she was done, you pointed to the wet spot on the bed. “Clean that too.”
She used the other side of the cloth to dab pathetically at the stain.
“Forget it,” you said, standing. “Tomorrow. You’ll wash the sheets. You’ll do my laundry. You’ll clean my room. That’s part of it now.”
She just nodded, the cloth dangling from her hand.
“Look at me.”
She lifted her gaze. The hatred was still there, but it was duller, buried under layers of exhaustion and utter defeat.
“You did good tonight,” you said, your voice flat. “Your cunt took my cock like it was made for it. Your mouth, too. We’ll work on your throat.” You reached out and cupped her cheek. She flinched but didn’t pull away. “This is your life now. You understand? No more jokes. No more sneers. You see me on campus, you walk the other way unless I call for you. You’re my secret. My dirty, fucking perfect secret.”
“What… what do you want from me?” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
“Everything,” you said simply. “I want to use that tight body whenever I get hard. I want to fuck you in your own bed while Mom and Dad are asleep downstairs. I want to bend you over my desk. I want to wake you up with my cock in your mouth.” You leaned in, your lips almost touching hers. “And I want to see if this fertile little cunt can do what it’s built for. I want to watch your stomach swell with my child. I want to ruin you so completely, there’s no piece of you left that isn’t mine.”
A full-body tremor shook her. You saw the conflict warring in her eyes—terror, revulsion, and that fucking traitorous spark of dark, twisted excitement.
“Now get out,” you said, turning away. “I’m tired. I’ll text you when I want you again.”
She stood there for a moment, naked and shivering. Then, silently, she gathered her clothes from the floor and slipped out of your room, closing the door with a soft, final click.
The text came three days later, just after your last afternoon class.
My car. South lot. Now.
You found her black coupe parked in the farthest, most secluded corner of the student lot, shielded by a row of thick evergreens. You slid into the passenger seat. The engine was running, the heater blowing lukewarm air.
Minjeong was gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She was wearing a cream-colored sweater dress that hugged her curves, knee-high boots. She looked beautiful and tense.
“Drive,” you said.
“Where?”
“Just drive. Out of the city. Find somewhere quiet.”
She put the car in gear and pulled out. Neither of you spoke for twenty minutes, until the buildings thinned and were replaced by wooded hillsides. The tension in the car was thick enough to taste.
“Pull over there,” you said, pointing to a narrow, unpaved forestry service road that disappeared into the trees.
“That’s not—”
“Pull over, Noona.”
She jerked the wheel, the car bumping onto the gravel. She drove until the main road was out of sight, surrounded by nothing but silent, skeletal winter trees. She put the car in park. The engine ticked softly.
“In the back,” you commanded.
A broken sound escaped her lips. “Here? It’s daylight. Someone could—”
“No one is here.” You unclipped your seatbelt. “Get in the back. Now. On your knees.”
The fight was shorter this time. A single, defeated slump of her shoulders. She climbed awkwardly between the seats into the small back of her coupe. You followed, the space cramped, intimate.
“That dress always looked so fucking innocent on you,” you said, kneeling behind her as she knelt on the floor mats, facing the seat. You gathered the soft material in your hands and shoved it up around her waist, exposing her bare ass. She wasn’t wearing panties. “You came prepared. You knew what today was, didn’t you?”
“Fuck you,” she whispered, but it lacked conviction.
You ran a hand over the cool, smooth skin of her ass. “You want my cock in this ass today, Minjeong? You want me to ruin this tight little hole?”
Her whole body went rigid. “No. Please. Not there.”
“Why not? You give me this perfect, round ass, wiggling it in my face for years, and you think I don’t want to fuck it?” You spit into your palm, then rubbed the wetness over her puckered entrance. She gasped at the contact. “Your cunt’s getting all the attention. Your asshole looks jealous.”
“It’ll hurt,” she pleaded, her forehead pressed against the leather seat.
“It’ll hurt so fucking good,” you corrected. You unzipped your jeans, freeing your already hard cock. You’d been thinking about this all day. You pressed the broad head against her back door, applying steady pressure. “Relax. Take a deep breath and push out for me.”
“I can’t…”
“You can. Or I drive us home and play that video for Dad on the big-screen TV the second he walks in. Your choice, Noona. Be my good little anal slut, or be the campus masturbation star.”
A ragged, shuddering breath. Then, you felt the tiny ring of muscle give way, just a little, under your insistence. It was unbelievably tight, a scorching, silken vise.
“That’s it… fuck, that’s it,” you groaned, pushing forward another inch, stretching her open. Her cry was muffled by the seat. “You’re taking it. You’re taking my cock in your virgin ass. God, you’re tight. Like a fucking fist.”
You pushed deeper, slowly, feeling every millimeter of her resistance give way. When you were fully seated, balls-deep in her ass, you both stopped, panting. She was trembling violently, full-body shudders that clenched around your shaft in waves.
“Move,” she sobbed. “Just… move.”
You pulled back slowly, then pushed back in. The friction was incredible, a dry, searing heat that made your vision blur. You set a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust a deliberate conquest. The vulgar, squelching sound of spit and tightness filled the small space.
“You like that, you ass-loving whore?” you grunted, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “You like having your shitter stuffed full of your little brother’s dick?”
“I hate it,” she cried, but her hips were pushing back, meeting your thrusts. “I hate you!”
“Your body doesn’t hate it,” you snarled, picking up the pace. The car began to rock gently on its suspension. “Feel how your ass is sucking me in? It’s hugging my cock. It doesn’t want to let go.” You slid a hand around her hip, down between her legs. Her cunt was soaked, dripping. You shoved two fingers inside her, fucking her with them in time with your thrusts into her ass. “And this greedy pussy is jealous. It’s dripping because it wants to be filled, too. You’re a fucking two-hole slut, Minjeong. Born for it.”
The dual sensation, the crude, filthy words, broke her. A guttural, animal noise tore from her throat. Her ass clamped down on you like a vise, her cunt pulsing around your fingers. She came, hard, her body seizing, her screams echoing in the confined space.
The convulsions of her ass around your cock tipped you over the edge. With a final, brutal slam, you buried yourself and came, pumping your release deep into her bowels. You held there, spurting, until you were utterly empty.
You pulled out, both of you gasping. She collapsed sideways onto the seat, a boneless, used heap. You tucked yourself away, looking down at her. Her asshole was red, puffy, glistening with spit and your cum.
“Clean up,” you said, your voice hoarse. “We’re going to be late for dinner.”
She just lay there, breathing hard.
You grabbed her hair, not gently. “I said, clean up. Use your dress.”
Eyes wide with fresh humiliation, she pulled the hem of her beautiful cream sweater dress up and wiped messily between her legs, then dabbed at her ruined ass. The fabric was stained.
“Good,” you said. You climbed back into the front passenger seat. “Now drive.”
She hauled herself into the driver’s seat, moving like an old woman. She didn’t look at you. She just started the car and pulled back onto the road, the stained dress rucked up around her thighs.
You leaned back, a smile touching your lips. “You know, Noona… I think next time, I want to fuck that ass in your room. While you’re on the phone with Mom. Let’s see if you can keep your voice steady while I’m tearing your asshole. Gaping it with my Thick Cock.
The front door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the quiet, empty house. Your hand was locked around Minjeong’s wrist, a vise-like grip that brooked no argument. She stumbled after you, a muffled protest dying in her throat as you half-dragged, half-marched her down the hall toward your room.
“W-wait—”
You didn’t. You shoved the door open, propelled her inside, and kicked it shut behind you. The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, cutting the room into bars of gold and shadow. She staggered, catching her balance against your desk, her breathing already coming in sharp, fearful bursts.
“Strip,” you said. The word was flat, a command.
Her eyes, wide and defiant for a fleeting second, dropped. Her shoulders slumped. The fight, what little remained, leaked out of her. Her fingers, trembling, went to the buttons of her blouse. She fumbled the first one.
“Too slow.” You stepped forward, your own hands closing on the fabric at her collar. You didn’t bother with the buttons. You simply pulled, hard. The thin material ripped with a sound like tearing parchment, buttons pinging off the floor. She gasped, her arms instinctively crossing over her exposed bra—a lacy, expensive-looking thing that did nothing to hide the shape of her tits.
“Arms down,” you growled.
She obeyed, letting her hands fall to her sides. You made quick work of her skirt, unsnapping it and letting it pool at her feet. Then her bra, then her panties. Within seconds, she stood naked in the middle of your room, hugging herself, her skin pebbling in the cool air. Her body was a map of your ownership—a faint bruise on her hip from the car, the lingering redness you knew was between her legs.
You didn’t undress. You just unzipped your jeans, freeing your cock. It was already hard, thick and heavy in your hand. You stepped toward her, and she took an involuntary step back, her calves hitting the edge of your bed.
“On the bed,” you said. “On your back. Head hanging off the side.”
She understood. Her face, already pale, went ashen. “No. Not like that. I can’t—”
“You can.” You advanced, crowding her until the back of her knees buckled and she sat heavily on the mattress. “You will. Or that video goes to Dad in the next sixty seconds. Your choice, Noona. Be my good little throat whore, or be the family embarrassment.”
A tear traced a hot path down her cheek. She hated crying in front of you. It was the ultimate defeat. She laid back, scooting until her head tipped over the edge, her long hair brushing the floor. The position exposed the pale, vulnerable column of her throat. Her tits pointed upward, nipples tight with fear and chill. Her legs dangled off the side of the bed, bent at the knees.
You stood over her, looking down at her upside-down face. Her eyes were squeezed shut. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She forced them open. The world was inverted for her. Your face, your cock, all looming above.
“Open your mouth.”
Her lips parted, a sliver of pink. You tapped the head of your cock against them. “Wider. You know the drill. Let’s see if you’ve learned anything.”
She opened wider, a dark, inviting hole. You pushed forward, not slowly, not gently. The broad crown of your cock pushed past her lips, stretching them. She made a gagging sound immediately, her hands flying up to grasp your thighs.
You slapped them away. “Hands on the bed. Or behind your head. Don’t fucking touch me unless I say so.”
Her hands fell back, fingers clawing at the comforter. You pushed deeper, feeling the head bump against the back of her tongue, then press into her tight throat. Her body stiffened, a choked, wet gag tearing from her. Her neck worked frantically.
“Relax,” you said, your voice detached, almost conversational. “Swallow. Try to swallow me down, you stupid cunt.”
You pushed further. The resistance was intense, a hot, muscular clenching around the tip of your cock. You felt her panic, the frantic flutter of her swallow reflex. Pre-cum leaked from your slit, a salty precursor that coated her throat. You saw her Adam’s apple bob as she tried to comply, tried to take you.
“That’s it,” you murmured, watching the stretch of her lips around your girth. “Taste that? That’s my fucking pre-cum. That’s the taste of your brother. Get used to it. It’s gonna be on your tongue, in your stomach, for the rest of your life.”
You pulled back, just an inch, then shoved forward again, a little deeper this time. A strangled scream vibrated around your shaft. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, running down her temples into her hairline. Spit dripped from the stretched corners of her mouth.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” you said, beginning a slow, shallow rhythm, fucking her mouth in short, insistent thrusts. “All that makeup, that perfect hair… for what? To look pretty while you choke on my dick? You were born for this, Minjeong. I knew it the first time I heard you moaning into your pillow. You weren’t dreaming of some prince. You were dreaming of a cock to ruin you. This cock.”
You increased the pressure, pushing until your pubic bone met her nose. You were fully sheathed in her throat. Her body convulsed, her legs kicking weakly. You held there for a long, torturous moment, feeling her struggle to breathe, feeling the incredible, tight heat of her throat spasming around you.
“Breathe through your nose,” you instructed coolly. “You have to breathe, Noona. Or you’ll pass out, and I’ll just keep fucking your unconscious face. Would you like that? To wake up with my cum dripping out of your slack mouth?”
You pulled all the way out. She dragged in a huge, ragged, wheezing breath, coughing violently, strings of saliva and pre-cum connecting your cock to her bruised lips.
“Fuck… noona,” you groaned, watching her struggle. “You’re such a cumslut. Look at you. Gagging for air, and your eyes are already glazing over. You’re getting off on this, aren’t you? This degradation. This is what you really want.”
“I d-don’t…” she croaked, her voice wrecked.
“You do.” You lined yourself up again. “Your cunt is dripping right now. I can smell it. That’s your real voice, Minjeong. Not the bitchy one you use on campus. This wet, hungry cunt is your truth.”
You plunged back in, deeper, faster this time. You set a ruthless pace, your hips pistoning, fucking her throat in a steady, brutal rhythm. The sounds were obscene—wet, guttural gags, the slap of your balls against her chin, her frantic, nasal breaths. Her hands were fists in the comforter, her knuckles white. Her body trembled with the strain.
“You take it so fucking good,” you grunted, your own breathing starting to labour. “Such a perfect little throat. Made for cock. My cock. I’m gonna cum right down this tight little pipe. I’m gonna feed you. You’re gonna swallow every drop, and you’re gonna thank me for it.”
Her answering sound was a weak, desperate moan that traveled the length of your shaft. It was the sound of breaking. Of surrender. Her throat seemed to open, to relax, to actively suck you in. The resistance melted into a slick, hot, willing cavern.
The change was instantaneous. The fight was gone, replaced by a shocking, depraved compliance. Her tongue moved, licking along the underside of your cock as you fucked in and out. Her lips sealed tighter, creating a perfect vacuum.
“Oh, fuck,” you gasped, the sensation skyrocketing. “That’s it. That’s my girl. You finally get it. This is your place. This is your purpose.”
You let go of the control, fucking her throat with abandon, your vision spotting at the edges. The pressure built, a tight, electric coil in your balls, a tingling up your spine. You gripped the headboard for leverage, driving into her with deep, grinding strokes that made her whole body shake.
“I’m gonna cum! You ready? You ready for your meal, you hungry fucking whore?”
A garbled, affirmative sound vibrated around you. Her eyes, streaming tears, were locked on yours. They held a plea, but not to stop. A plea for more. For the final, claiming degradation.
With a roar that was part triumph, part release, you slammed home and let go. Hot, pulsing ropes of your cum shot directly down her throat. You felt the convulsive swallow as she tried to take it, the muscle working frantically to obey. You kept pumping, jet after jet, flooding her, marking her from the inside. A few stray spurts escaped her stretched lips, dripping down her cheeks and onto the floor.
When you were finally spent, you pulled out slowly. She coughed again, a wet, messy sound, but her mouth remained open, waiting. A trickle of white leaked from the corner. She was a masterpiece of ruin.
You looked down at her, your cock softening, glistening with her spit and your release. Her chest heaved. She looked dazed, utterly hollowed out.
“Clean it,” you said, tapping your cock against her lips.
Without hesitation, her tongue snaked out, licking the remaining spend from the slit, then tracing the length to the base, cleaning you with a diligence that was both horrifying and unbelievably hot. She took you into her mouth one last time, a soft, sucking pull to get every last drop.
You stepped back, tucking yourself away. She lay there, head still hanging, staring at the ceiling upside down, catching her breath.
“Get up.”
She moved slowly, awkwardly, pushing herself upright. She swayed on the edge of the bed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lips were swollen, red. Her throat would be sore for days.
You walked to your desk and picked up your phone. You opened the gallery, found the video, and held it up so she could see the thumbnail—her, on her bed, lost in her own pleasure. Her face crumpled.
“This stays with me,” you said, your voice low. “As long as you remember your place. As long as you come when I call. As long as you offer that mouth, that cunt, that ass, whenever I want them.” You paused. “And you’re going to start offering, Minjeong. You’re not just going to take it. You’re going to beg for it.”
She shook her head, a tiny, broken movement. “I won’t.”
“You will.” You put the phone down. “Because part of you already does. Part of you is screaming for it right now. The part that got wet while I was choking you on my dick. The part that came in the car when I was tearing your ass open.” You leaned close, your face inches from hers. “I own that part of you. And I’m going to make it bigger. I’m going to feed it until it’s all that’s left.”
You straightened up. “Now, get on the bed properly. On your hands and knees.”
She blinked, fresh terror in her eyes. “Again? You just… you just…”
“I just came in your throat. Now I want to fuck your cunt. I want to feel how wet all that throat-fucking made you. I want to see if I can make you come just from thinking about how you swallowed my load.”
She didn’t move. You saw the calculation in her eyes—the exhausting cost of resistance versus the shameful ease of submission.
It was no contest.
She turned, crawling onto the center of the bed, presenting herself to you on all fours. The view was impeccable. Her round ass, the pink, swollen lips of her pussy, already gleaming with her arousal. You stripped your clothes off, your cock, semi-hard again, twitching with interest.
You knelt behind her, running a hand over the curve of her ass. She flinched.
“Tell me you want it,” you said, your fingers trailing through her wetness, gathering it, rubbing it over her entrance.
She was silent.
You pinched the inside of her thigh, hard. She yelped. “Tell me.”
“I… I want it,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“I want it!” The words were sharp, edged with self-loathing.
“You want what?”
She took a shuddering breath. “I want your cock. In my cunt.”
“Good girl.” You positioned yourself, the head nudging against her. “Now ask for it like you mean it. Like the desperate, cock-starved stepsister you are.”
The humiliation was a living thing in the room. You could feel her trembling with it. When she spoke, her voice was thick, clogged with tears and desire. “Please… please fuck me. Please put your cock in my cunt. I need it. I’m so empty. I need you to fill me.”
The raw need in her voice, so different from her usual sneer, was more intoxicating than any drug. You pushed inside her in one smooth, deep stroke. She was soaked, loose from earlier use, but still so incredibly tight. She cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated sensation.
“Fuck,” you groaned, sinking to the hilt, your balls pressing against her. “You’re so fucking wet. Dripping. All from having your throat used. You’re a fucking miracle of perversion, Noona.”
You began to move, a deep, rolling rhythm that emphasized every inch of your penetration. Your hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as you drove into her. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, a lewd metronome.
“Whose cunt is this?” you demanded, picking up the pace.
“Yours!” she gasped, pushing back against you.
“And whose womb am I gonna fill?”
“Yours! Yours!”
“Damn right.” You leaned over her back, your chest pressed against her spine, your mouth at her ear. “I’m gonna fuck a baby so deep into you, Minjeong. I’m gonna knock you up, and you’re gonna carry it, and everyone will see. They’ll see your belly grow with my child, and they’ll have no idea the perfect, bitchy Minjeong is just a bred sow for her little brother.”
The filthy promise, the graphic biological threat, sent a violent shiver through her. Her inner muscles clenched around you in a sudden, fierce spasm. “Oh, God…”
“You like that idea?” you grunted, fucking her harder, your thrusts becoming shorter, more urgent. “You like the thought of being my pregnant little slut? Walking around campus, feeling my kid kick inside you, knowing your tits are full of milk for me?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Her confession was a wail, torn from some deep, shameful place she could no longer hide. Her orgasm hit her, buckling her arms. She collapsed onto her elbows, her face buried in the comforter as her body was racked with convulsions. Her cunt milked your cock in frantic, fluttering pulses.
It was too much. The visual, the feeling, the power. With a final, deep grind, you erupted inside her again, pumping another thick load into her already-claimed depths. You held there, pulsing, as she whimpered beneath you, oversensitive and utterly broken.
You stayed joined for a long minute, both of you breathing hard. Then you pulled out. The evidence of your possession spilled out of her immediately, a creamy rivulet running down her inner thigh.
You collapsed onto the bed beside her. She didn’t move, her face still hidden.
The silence stretched. The only sound was the clock on your wall ticking away the seconds of her new life.
Finally, you spoke, your voice rough but calm. “Roll over.”
She did, slowly, onto her back. She stared at the ceiling, her expression blank, emptied out.
You propped yourself up on an elbow, looking down at her. You traced a finger from her collarbone, over the swell of her breast, circling her nipple. “You did good. Your throat… it’s learning. And your cunt…” you slid your finger down her stomach, through the mess between her legs, “your cunt is perfect. It was made to take my seed.”
She turned her head to look at you. The hatred was there, but it was distant, blurred by exhaustion and something else—a terrifying, dawning acceptance. “Is it… is it enough?” she asked, her voice a raw scrape. “For today?”
You smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. “Almost.” You moved your hand, your fingers finding her asshole, still slightly loose from the forest. You pressed a fingertip against the tight ring. She stiffened. “I think we should try something new. I think I want to fuck this ass again. But this time… I want you to look at me while I do it. I want you to tell me you love it.
The silence after your threat hung thick as a physical weight. Minjeong’s eyes, still glazed from her orgasm, widened just a fraction. The “no” was there, trembling on her lips, but it never came. It couldn’t. You saw the conflict warring in her—the last embers of her old self screaming against the cold, wet reality of the cunt you’d just filled.
“Look at you,” you said, your voice a low rumble. “You can’t even pretend to hate it anymore, can you? Your body’s already saying yes. This greedy little hole,” you pressed your finger deeper against her ass, making her jolt, “is already clenching, begging for it. But not yet.”
You withdrew your hand and sat up. The room felt charged, the air still humming with the scent of sex and sweat. You swung your legs off the bed and walked to your closet. You knew exactly what you were looking for. From a box on the top shelf, you pulled out two long, soft silk scarves you’d… acquired. You’d bought them for this, weeks ago, fantasizing about this exact moment.
You turned back to the bed. Minjeong hadn’t moved. She lay sprawled on her back, a canvas of used flesh, watching you with the hollow, resigned eyes of a prisoner.
“Scoot up,” you commanded. “To the headboard.”
She pushed herself up the mattress, movements sluggish. When her head was near the wooden slats of the headboard, you knelt beside her.
“Wrists.”
She held them out, a small, pathetic gesture of surrender. You took her left wrist first, looping the deep blue silk around it twice, knotting it firmly but not cruelly to the vertical post. The fabric was cool and smooth against her skin. You did the same with her right wrist, pulling her arms wide, leaving her chest exposed, vulnerable. Her breathing hitched—no, faltered—as the restraint settled.
“Now the ankles.” The second scarf, a blood red, you used on her legs. You tied each ankle to a corresponding bedpost at the foot of the bed, spreading her wide open. Completely exposed. Utterly helpless.
She was spread-eagled before you, a feast presented for your consumption. Every part of her was on display: the sweat-sheened valley between her breasts, the gentle curve of her stomach, the tangled, wet thatch of hair between her legs, and the pink, swollen lips of her pussy, still dripping your cum onto the sheets beneath her. Her asshole, the tight, dark star you’d promised to violate again, was visible too.
You stood at the foot of the bed, admiring your work. The visual was perfect. Power, hot and dark, coiled in your gut.
“Beautiful,” you murmured, and the word wasn’t gentle. It was possessive. “You were always beautiful, Noona. But like this? Tied up and waiting for me? This is how you were meant to be seen.”
You left the room for a moment, going to the bathroom. You returned with the object in your hand: a sleek, black vibrator. It wasn’t huge, but it was powerful, with a broad, flat tip perfect for clitoral stimulation. You clicked it on. A low, insistent hum filled the room.
Minjeong’s eyes locked onto it. A fresh tremor went through her bound form.
You crawled onto the bed, settling between her splayed thighs. You ran the flat, buzzing head of the toy up her inner thigh, not touching her core yet. The vibration traveled through her muscle, a teasing promise.
“You see,” you said, your voice conversational, almost clinical, “you’ve been a very bad sister. A nasty, fucking bitch. And bad girls need to be taught a lesson. They need to learn their place. And sometimes, the best way to teach them… is to break them.”
You brought the vibrator to her cunt, but you didn’t press it inside. You rested it against her outer lips, letting the powerful buzz resonate through her swollen, sensitive flesh.
She gasped, her back arching off the bed. “Ah—!”
“Shhh,” you soothed, a cruel parody of comfort. “This is just the beginning. We’re going to play a game, Noona. I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll forget your own name. And then, just when you’re about to come, when you’re begging for it… I’m going to stop. Again and again. Until you understand what you are.”
You began to trace slow, deliberate circles around her clit with the buzzing head. Not directly on it. Around it. Teasing the hyper-sensitive nerves without giving her the full pressure she craved.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow. Her hips tried to buck, to chase the sensation, but the restraints held her fast. She was completely at the mercy of your hand, of the toy. “Please…”
“Please what?” you asked, your tone light. You moved the vibrator down, tracing her soaking slit, gathering her wetness, spreading it. The sound was obscenely loud. “Use your words. What does this perfect, greedy cunt want?”
“It… it wants…” she panted, the words fighting through the haze of building pleasure. “The… the toy. On my… my clit. Please.”
“But you haven’t earned it yet,” you chided. You pressed the vibrator firmly against her entrance, letting it buzz there, the sensation radiating deep inside her without penetration. Her whole body jerked against the scarves. “Look at you. Dripping. Soaking my sheets. And for what? A little buzzing? You’re such a cheap, easy slut.”
You removed the toy entirely. The sudden absence of sensation made her cry out, a sound of pure loss.
“No! Don’t stop!”
“I’ll stop whenever I want,” you said coldly. You watched her cunt pulse, empty and desperate. “This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about my control. Watch.”
You reached down with your other hand, your fingers sliding easily through her slick folds. You found her clit, hard and throbbing like a tiny heartbeat. You pinched it, not hard, but enough to make her yelp.
“See? I can give you pain, or I can give you pleasure. Or,” you brought the vibrator back, this time placing the broad side directly over her clit and pressing down, “I can give you this.”
The effect was instantaneous.
Her scream was muffled by the pillow she twisted her head into. Her body bowed off the mattress, held only by the points where she was tied. A violent, convulsive shudder racked her from head to toe. The buzz was clearly intense, overwhelming.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” she screamed, the words torn from her.
You held it there, watching her unravel. Her thighs trembled. Her toes curled. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the air, her hands bound. You saw the orgasm building in the tight coil of her stomach, in the frantic flutter of her cunt muscles.
Just as her breathing became ragged, just as her moans climbed to a shattered peak, you pulled the vibrator away.
She shattered, but not with climax. With denial.
A sob of pure, animal frustration ripped from her throat. “No! No, no, no! You can’t! I was so close! Please!”
“You were,” you agreed calmly. You turned the vibrator off. The sudden silence was louder than the buzz had been. “But I said no. My rules. Now…” You positioned yourself between her legs, your cock, hard and aching again, nudging at her soaked entrance. “I think I want to feel you. I want to be inside this desperate, weeping cunt while I play with you.”
You pushed into her in one long, slow stroke. She was so wet, so hot, so ready. She gasped, her inner walls clenching around you in a desperate, welcoming spasm.
“Oh, god, yes,” she moaned, the penetration offering a different, deeper fullness.
You began to fuck her, a deep, measured pace. At the same time, you turned the vibrator back on, setting it to a lower, more insistent setting. You brought it back to her clit, but you just held it nearby, letting the vibrations almost touch her.
“You feel that?” you grunted, driving into her. “You feel how badly your body wants to come? How this tight little cunt is squeezing my cock, trying to milk an orgasm out of me? It won’t work. You don’t come until I say. You don’t get to feel that relief until I’ve decided you’ve earned it.”
You increased the pace of your thrusts, fucking her with a hard, piston-like rhythm that made the bed frame creak. The slap of your skin against hers was a brutal counterpoint to the soft, maddening hum of the toy. You brought the vibrator closer, letting it just barely graze her swollen nub with each downward thrust of your hips.
The sensation was exquisite torture for her. The deep, filling stretch of your cock, combined with the teasing, electric buzz just at the edge of her most sensitive point. She was babbling, a stream of incoherent pleas and curses.
“Please… please, I can’t… it’s too much… don’t stop… fuck me, fuck me, please let me come… I’ll do anything…”
“What will you do?” you demanded, your own control starting to fray at the edges. The feeling of her cunt, the sight of her completely bound and begging, was pushing you to your limit.
“Anything! Anything! I’ll be your slut, your whore, I’ll suck your cock whenever you want, I’ll let you fuck my ass, just please let me come! I need it! I need to come so bad it hurts!”
Her words were a broken record of need. Her eyes were unfocused, seeing nothing but the pleasure-pain you were orchestrating. This was it. The mindbreak. The crumbling of the last wall.
You pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit.
She screamed, a raw, ragged sound that tore at her throat. Her orgasm exploded through her, violent and all-consuming. Her body convulsed against the restraints, her cunt clamping down on your cock in rhythmic, milking waves that threatened to pull your own release from you. You kept the vibrator pressed hard, kept fucking her through it, extending the waves of pleasure into something that bordered on agony.
“That’s it,” you growled, pistoning into her. “Come all over my cock, you filthy bitch. Let it all out. Show me how much of a slut you really are.”
Her cries dissolved into sobs. Great, heaving sobs that shook her entire frame. The orgasm seemed to have unlocked a floodgate. The pride, the arrogance, the bitchy facade—it all washed away in the tidal wave of forced, overwhelming sensation.
You pulled the vibrator away and turned it off. You kept fucking her, your own climax roaring up your spine. But you wanted more. You needed the final surrender.
Her sobs subsided into shaky, hitching breaths. She was utterly spent, a limp, wet doll tied to your bed. But her eyes, when they found yours, held a terrifying emptiness. A void where Minjeong used to be.
You slowed your thrusts, but didn’t stop. You leaned over her, your face inches from hers. “Who do you belong to?”
Her voice was a ghost of a sound, scraped raw. “You.”
“What are you?”
A tear traced a clean path through the sweat on her temple. “Your slut.”
“And what is this cunt for?” You punctuated the question with a deep, grinding thrust.
“For you,” she whispered. Then, louder, the words gaining a frantic, desperate energy. “For your cock. For your cum. It’s yours. It’s always been yours. Please… please ruin it. Please fuck it up. Make it so only you can use it. Breed it.”
The words hung in the air. The final, complete submission. The invitation you’d been waiting for.
“You want me to breed you?” you asked, your voice thick with lust. “You want me to knock you up? To put a baby in this ruined, used-up cunt?”
“Yes!” The word was a shriek. “Yes! Fuck me up! Fill me with it! Pump your seed so deep into me it takes root! I want it! I want to be your pregnant whore! I want everyone to see what you did to me! Please!”
It was the most beautiful, fucked-up thing you’d ever heard. The mindbreak was complete. The bitch was dead. In her place was this… this creature of pure, desperate need. Your creature.
You lost all control. With a guttural roar that came from the very base of your being, you slammed into her, fucking her with a frantic, brutal abandon. The bed rocked violently. You were no longer making love, or even fucking. You were claiming. Marking. Breeding.
“Take it!” you snarled, your vision going white at the edges. “Take my fucking cum, you bitch! Take every drop! This is what you are now! You’re a fucking broodmare! My personal fleshlight! My property!”
Your orgasm tore through you, a blinding, convulsive eruption. You buried yourself to the hilt and held there, pumping jet after hot, thick jet of your release deep into her womb. You felt it, the pulsing, the flooding heat, the absolute finality of it. You collapsed on top of her, your weight pressing her into the mattress, your cock still twitching inside her as you emptied everything you had.
For a long time, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and her soft, continuous weeping.
Slowly, you softened and slipped out of her. You didn’t move from on top of her. You just lay there, feeling the rapid, frantic beat of her heart against your chest.
Finally, you pushed yourself up on your elbows. You looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed, tears still leaking from the corners. Her lips were parted, breathing shallowly.
You leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, or love. It was a seal. A brand. She didn’t respond, but she didn’t pull away.
You broke the kiss and moved off her. You untied the silk scarves from her wrists and ankles, your movements almost gentle. She didn’t move, her limbs falling bonelessly to the bed, red marks circling the pale skin.
You got off the bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp cloth. You cleaned her up, wiping the mingled sweat and fluids from her thighs, her stomach. She flinched at the first touch, then went still again, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
When you were done, you tossed the cloth aside and lay down next to her on the ravaged bed. You pulled the comforter over both of you. The room was dark now, the last of the afternoon light gone.
You turned on your side, facing her. You reached out and brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead. She didn’t look at you.
“Minjeong,” you said. Her name, not ‘Noona.’
Her eyes, empty and red-rimmed, slowly shifted to meet yours.
“It’s over,” you said, your voice quiet in the dark. “The fight. It’s done. You’re mine now. All of you. And I take care of what’s mine.”
A single, fresh tear rolled down into her hairline. She didn’t speak.
You leaned closer, your lips brushing her ear. “Tomorrow,” you whispered, the promise a dark, tender thing in the silence, “we start for real. No more threats. No more blackmail. You’re going to wake up, and you’re going to come to me. You’re going to get on your knees, and you’re going to beg for my cock. Because you want it. Because you need it. Because it’s the only thing that makes you feel real.”
You pulled back to see her reaction. Her lower lip trembled. But she didn’t argue. She didn’t protest. She just stared at you, a hollowed-out vessel waiting to be filled with whatever you chose to pour into her.
You smiled. A real smile this time, cold and satisfied. You settled back, pulling her limp body against yours, your hand splayed possessively over her flat stomach.
“Sleep,” you commanded. “You’ll need your strength.”
You closed your eyes, listening to her breathing gradually even out. Outside, the world went on. But in this room, with this broken woman in your arms, a new world had just been born. And you were its god.
The first gray light of dawn was just starting to bleed around the edges of the blinds when you felt her stir. You were already awake, had been for hours, just watching her, thinking.
She shifted, a small movement. Then, slowly, as if moving through deep water, she turned her head on the pillow to look at you. Her eyes were no longer empty. They held a deep, fathomless exhaustion, and a terrifying, focused need.
Her mouth opened. Her voice was a dry, cracked whisper, but the words were clear.
A/N: 3 years to the day since my last fic. Hello again!
Dahyun is a dream girl.
The kind of dream where she doesn’t need to say a single word for you to follow her. She’s Kim freakin’ Dahyun. Of course you’d follow her anywhere.
The kind of dream you tell your friends. They’d say, Bullshit, how are you with her? And to be fair, you’re not sure either. A girl like her shouldn’t even exist in the same plane as a guy like you. They’d have to rewrite the laws of physics.
The old elevator creaked up to the 14th floor and stopped with a jolt that made her stomach lurch. Jeongyeon could still feel her throat raw, as if she’d swallowed fine-grit sandpaper. Last night, he had come so deep that she’d woken with the phantom taste of cum and saliva stuck to the roof of her mouth. She opened her purse, applied cherry gloss just to disguise it, but his smell was still there, soaked in, impossible to erase.
The door to 1407 opened a crack before she even knocked. He appeared wearing only worn gray sweatpants, the ones with the loose elastic that showed the outline of his dick even soft. The hallway was cold, but the air that wafted from the apartment was warm, heavy with black coffee and the unmistakable scent of a man who’d just woken up horny.
— Get in, unnie — his voice was rough with sleep, but already commanding. — I’ve been hard since six this morning thinking about your throat last night.
She took off her dirty white sneakers, left them by the door. The icy wooden floor burned the soles of her feet. She was still wearing her oversized TWICE sweatshirt (light gray with the small logo on the chest), but underneath only the white cotton panties she wears when she wants to feel “at home.” Her short hair was messed up from the wind outside, a few strands sticking to her sweaty nape.
He closed the door with his heel and was already glued to her from behind, arms wrapping around her slender waist, mouth on her neck exactly where he’d left a hidden purple hickey. His smell invaded everything: warm skin, remnants of woody cologne, a touch of night sweat. Jeongyeon closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side, offering more space. She felt his cock, already hard, nudging the curve of her ass over the sweatpants.
— You can still feel it, can’t you? — he murmured against her skin, licking the mark. — Your voice is still hoarse. I loved it.
The memory came whole, in warm waves.
They were on the couch, some movie playing on Netflix, a bluish light flickering on their faces. She was sitting sideways on his lap, legs thrown over the arm of the sofa, when he simply grabbed her short hair at the nape — exactly where the skin is most sensitive — and pulled her head back with controlled force.
— Open your mouth.
Two months of “nothing serious” and she still obeyed at zero seconds. She opened. Tongue already out, pure instinct.
He stood up, lowered his sweatpants to mid-thigh and his cock sprang out heavy. The strong smell of male groin made her heart race as he held the base and guided it straight inside.
First it was slow, almost tender: just the head going in and out, her tongue swirling around, the salty taste invading everything. Then he twisted his fingers in her hair like it was a handle and began pushing deeper. The sound was what finished her: a wet sequence of “glug,” muffled gags, thick saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and onto his sweatpants, forming a dark stain that grew with every thrust.
Tears soon streamed down as he hit the back of her throat for the first time. She grabbed his thighs, nails digging into flesh, but didn’t push — she pulled. She wanted more. He understood. Held her firmly and began truly fucking her mouth, hips going back and forth, his entire cock disappearing until her nose pressed against his pelvic bone. Every time he held it deep, counting to five, she felt the world blink out and return in red pulses.
When he came, it was straight down her throat. She swallowed what she could, the rest dripped down her chin, onto her breasts over the sweatshirt. He cleaned up the mess with his own finger and made her lick it until it was clean.
Now, back to the present.
He took a step back just to look. The morning light coming through the living room window, illuminating her face still swollen with sleep and residual sex.
— Take everything off, except the panties.
Jeongyeon obeyed slowly. Pulled the sweatshirt over her head, her hair getting staticky, a few strands sticking to her forehead. Underneath, a simple black sports bra. She slid the straps down, let it fall. Her breasts swayed free — the left one a tiny bit larger, nipples already hard from cold and anticipation, a pinkish-brown color with a tiny mole on the left areola showing.
His nose buried directly into her armpit, in a shameless, rough motion, smelling deeply, pulling in the air as if it were good smoke. His tongue came out, broad and wet, and licked a long stripe from the highest part, where the sweat was most acidic, down to the middle of the hollow. He savored it, swirled his tongue in his mouth, and let out a low sound of approval.
— Fucking delicious — he grumbled, his voice thick and glued to her skin. — This salty taste… You came straight here after practice, didn’t you, fuck? Didn’t even stop at home. Filthy slut.
Jeongyeon felt her face catch fire, a wave of shame and arousal climbing up her throat. She said nothing, just turned her face away, but her body arched on its own as his mouth descended. It wasn’t a kiss, it was an assault. The hot, rough tongue passed exactly over the brown mole on her left breast, the spot he knew made her sensitive. Then, without warning, he took the entire nipple into his mouth, pulling it inside with force, sucking until it hurt, until the nipple was hard and throbbing against his palate. She moaned, a low, trembling sound that escaped between clenched teeth.
Meanwhile, his free hand had already gone straight to the point. Slid down her belly and went inside her simple white cotton panties. His fingers found that small ridge of flesh above the clit, the fine, coarse line of pubic hair she’d let grow back. He lightly rubbed his finger there, in a teasing back-and-forth.
— Letting it grow again, huh? — he laughed, the vibration of his laugh echoing against her wet breast. He gave a little bite, just to hear her hold her breath. — I like it like this. Damn, it looks like a real woman’s pussy. Full, not that bald plastic-doll look the others have. This here is a grown woman’s.
His words went through her like a hot shock. She felt her clit swell instantly, throbbing against the absence of his touch. The wetness grew between her legs, overwhelming, and she knew the panties were soaked. The thin cotton fabric already had a dark, translucent stain right in the middle, sticking to her skin and outlining the swollen lips beneath. She felt that honey dripping, sticky and warm, and knew he saw it too, felt it, wanted it. Everything in her was open, offered, dirty and perfect for him.
He stepped away for a second, his eyes glazed and hungry. His hand disappeared behind his back, returned with a small, polished metal case. He opened it with a satisfying click and there it was: a thick white line, drawn with perfection on the glass. Without ceremony, he leaned over the case, pinched one nostril and snorted the powder with a short, brutal grunt, wiping the residue with his thumb. A harsh sigh escaped, his eyes gleaming with an instant, icy focus. He turned his face to her, a crooked smile on his lips.
— Come on. It’s good. Takes all the shyness away, slut — his voice was sharper, electric. He brought the case close to her face. — Just one. So we can be on the same rhythm.
Hesitant, eyes wide, Jeongyeon leaned in. The chemical, acidic smell invaded her nostrils even before the act. She imitated his movement, feeling the powder burn a sinuous path through her septum, a cold explosion that shot straight to her brain, leaving her tongue numb and her heart racing in a new, anxious rhythm. She coughed lowly, eyes watering, and a feeling of dirty invincibility began to run through her veins, mixing with the already simmering arousal.
— That’s it, girl. Now turn around.
With a new chemical courage pulsing in her, Jeongyeon turned. He pulled her panties down only to mid-thigh, exposing her round, firm ass, marked by workouts. He spread her buttocks with both hands, with a clinical coldness, and smelled deeply the valley between them. The smell there was dense, intimate — a whole day’s sweat between her thighs, mixed with the sweet-bitter residue of body lotion. He licked a long, wet stripe there just to feel the violent tremor that ran through her entire body.
— Today I finish what I started yesterday — his voice was low, dangerous, but now with a metallic clarity. The powder sharpened everything. — And you’re going to wet the whole floor for me. You’re going to moan until you’re hoarse.
She could only nod, her legs already wobbly, not just from excitement now, but from the chemical rush that made the world tinkle around her.
He pushed her back-first onto the sofa without the slightest ceremony. The rough, old upholstery fabric scratched her bare back, cold against skin that now burned from the inside. Jeongyeon’s heart hammered against her ribs, breathless, mouth dry. He grabbed her ankles, his big hands wrapping them completely, and threw both her legs over his own shoulders, opening her up at once, exposing everything. The dry sound of her knees popping echoed in the charged silence of the room. The dim light illuminated the gleam of her swollen, completely exposed sex, the soaked white panties still tangled around her thighs, an obscene contrast against her skin. He observed her from there, from his throne, with dilated eyes and a smile that was no longer just lust, but pure chemical possession.
The white panties were torn off with a single yank; the elastic snapped against her thigh, leaving a red mark. The smell rose all at once, warm and dense: practice sweat, accumulated arousal, an almost animalistic musky base that made his cock pulse visibly. He took a deep breath, nostrils flared, as if smelling pure drug.
Her pussy was closed tight, inner lips still hidden, but already swollen, gleaming with translucent wetness. He opened her with his thumbs without delicacy; the flesh parted with a wet sound, revealing the vivid pink inside. Her small clit emerged from its hood at once, pink, throbbing, covered in a sticky film.
The first lick was broad, from the entrance to the top, a flat, heavy tongue. The taste exploded in his mouth: salty, acidic, with a sweet base of old discharge. Jeongyeon arched her entire back, a hoarse moan escaping her raw throat. He didn’t stop. Sucked the entire inner lips into his mouth, sucking hard until they swelled more, then released them with an obscene pop.
Two fingers entered at once, without warning. The tight entrance caught halfway, then yielded with a wet, greedy sound. The inner walls were velvety, hot, pulsing around his fingers. He curled them, searching for the spongy spot, and found it quickly; Jeongyeon let out a short, muffled cry, legs trying to close by reflex. He held her firmly with his forearm, keeping her spread wide open.
His tongue returned to her clit, now circling fast, then sucking hard until the little bud jumped. Each suction made her hips jerk involuntarily, her ass lifting off the sofa. The discharge began to flow thick, milky-white, running down her perineum and dripping onto the upholstery. The smell grew stronger, dirtier, mixed with his hot breath.
Then, without warning, he flipped her onto her stomach over his own body. The movement was brutal: tossing her like a doll. His cock slapped heavy against her cheek, leaving a shiny smear of pre-cum. The smell of his male groin invaded everything, stronger now, sweat from a whole night of accumulated lust.
He spread her buttocks with both hands, thumbs sinking into the firm flesh. He ran his tongue there without hesitation, circling slowly, feeling the muscle tighten and relax. Jeongyeon let out a long, almost tearful moan.
His mouth went lower. His tongue entered her pussy from behind, deep, nose buried between her buttocks. The taste there was more intense: sweat trapped between her thighs, thick discharge mixed with the natural smell of her ass. He licked as if he wanted to suck out her soul, tongue going in and out, fingers spreading her wider to expose everything.
Jeongyeon trembled all over. Her inner thighs were already red from so much friction, sweat running down the curve of her ass and dripping onto his chest. Each time he licked from her clit to her ass, she let out a guttural sound, muffled against his cock as it returned to her mouth. His saliva dripped down her perineum, mixed with her discharge, ran down to the sofa in long, transparent strands.
His cock free from her mouth again, throbbed against her forehead, leaking more pre-cum. She opened her mouth by instinct, tongue coming out to lick the head, but he grabbed her short hair and pushed it in just a little, just to feel her throat convulse again. The whole room smelled of raw sex: wet pussy, sweaty balls, saliva, sweat. The sound was constant, wet, obscene: tongue sucking, fingers going in and out, her thighs trembling against his shoulders.
She was already at her limit. Every inner muscle pulsed, the entrance to her pussy opening and closing on its own, desperate for something thicker. But she wasn’t going to have it yet...
He yanked her off the sofa with one hand, making her collapse to her knees on the wooden floor with a dry thud that made her kneecaps vibrate with pain. The floor was icy, almost burning her hot skin. She didn’t even have time to breathe.
His cock was straight as a rod, the head swollen, veins standing out like ropes, gleaming with saliva that dripped in sticky strands. The smell was dense, animalic – the heavy balls swinging centimeters from her nose, the sweat from a whole night clinging to his pubic hair, that raw aroma of testosterone and sex.
— Open up wide, you’re just a hole for me.
Jeongyeon opened. Her mouth gaping, her tongue already stretched out, thick saliva dripping from the corners of her lips even before the first touch. Her eyes, glazed and eager, never left his cock.
He spat thickly on the head, the warm spit running down the shaft. He held the base with one hand and the nape of her neck with the other, his fingers digging into her short hair, pulling until the roots burned. And then he entered.
His cock slid straight to the dark back of her throat. Her nose slammed against his pelvic bone with a wet smack. She felt the gag reflex, a violent spasm, but swallowed it back — swallowed the discomfort, the air, her very core. Her throat contracted, tightened, molded around him like a glove of warm flesh. He held it there. The count was cruel in his eyes: five, six, seven seconds. Jeongyeon’s world turned red and throbbing behind her closed eyelids.
When he pulled back, a thick, pearly strand of saliva stretched between her swollen lips and the shiny head of his cock, snapping and falling with a ploft on the floor. She coughed, a hoarse, ragged sound, but he was already coming back, faster, deeper, without mercy. The rhythm became a fucking machine: his hips pumping in a hypnotic back-and-forth, his cock disappearing completely in that obedient mouth, coming out only halfway to show how drenched it was, and returning with full force until his heavy balls slapped against her wet chin.
— That’s it, whore. Swallow it nice. Every idol should know how to open her throat like this for her fans, right? — he grunted, the movement never stopping. — But you’re special. You’re the slut who asks for it.
Each thrust made a wet, obscene sound. Saliva sprayed, dripping onto her breasts, running in rivulets down her trembling abdomen and forming a growing puddle between her knees. Hot tears cut paths through her mascara, drawing black, sloppy lines on her cheeks. Her face was a perfect picture of destruction: red, shiny, unrecognizable.
He changed the angle, pulling her head even further back, straightening the canal. Now it went in straight, meeting the resistance of the tracheal ring. He forced it, felt her body yield, and then held it deep.
— Count with me, you little slut. One… two… three… — his voice was a growl of pleasure and dominance.
Her fingers clawed into his thighs, her nails leaving red crescent marks. But it wasn’t to push him away. It was to pull him. To bring him further inside. A muffled, desperate moan escaped her, and the words spilled out between gags:
— “Fuck… fuck it all, please… don’t stop…”
He laughed, a low, victorious sound.
— Look at that. The unnie has turned into a dick addict. See what you are? A hole that begs. Take it then.
He sped up. His hips were now a merciless piston, his sack slapping against her chin with every pump. The dirty symphony intensified: the wet impact of flesh, the hoarse gags that sounded like consent, his ragged breathing, her muffled, tearful moans that were the only prayer she knew in that moment. His cock swelled, pulsed, a delicious threat deep in her throat.
— I’m gonna come. And you’re gonna swallow it all. Every drop. It’s your milk, slut. Your payment.
He growled, his voice broken by the imminence of release. He grabbed her nape with both hands, his fingers like claws, and buried himself as deep as he could. Her nose crushed against his sweaty groin, his balls pressed against her chin. She felt the first spurt, hot and thick, hitting the walls of her throat directly. Then another, and another, a flood of seed that she swallowed in convulsive gulps. The excess rose up her nose, burning, and dripped from the ruined corners of her mouth, mixing with saliva and tears.
When he finally pulled out, it was with a loud, vulgar sucking sound, his cock coming out coated in a white, translucent slime.
Jeongyeon stayed there, on her knees, dismantled. Her face was a mask of filth and submission. Drool and cum hung from her chin and breasts. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her whole body trembling like a green reed. The floor around her was a swamp of her own fluids. She lifted her gaze, her red eyes pleading from behind the ruined makeup, and let out a moan that was less than a whisper, the final confession of an addict:
— “…more… I need more… cover my face again…”
He took a step back, his cock still half-hard and dirty, but the tension had already dissipated from his body. He looked at her, on her knees in the puddle she’d made herself, with her face smeared, dirty with spit, tears, and his own cum. Instead of satisfaction, a deep, cold boredom passed through his eyes. The coke had already worn off, leaving only the void and the nausea of the morning after excess.
— Enough. — His voice was flat, emotionless. He turned his back, picked his shirt off the floor and wiped his chest with disdain. — It’s done, Jeongyeon. It got repetitive.
She swallowed dryly, her throat still burning. Her eyes, once glazed with submission, now widened in panic.
— What? No… Wait. — Her voice came out hoarse and broken. She crawled forward, her knees slipping on the wet floor. Her trembling hands tried to grab his leg. — Please. We haven’t even really started. I can… I can do better. Give me one more chance.
He avoided her touch with a quick movement, as if stepping away from something disgusting.
— Look at you. — He spat the words, contempt dripping like venom. — You’re pathetic. A wet mess. It’s not even pleasurable anymore. It’s just sad.
He dressed quickly, his movements efficient and final. Every piece of clothing he put on was a wall being erected. He didn’t even look at her anymore.
— No! — The shout came out more like a sob. She clutched at her own nakedness, her dirty breasts trembling. The need, now rejected, turned into a physical desperation, an unbearable itch in her guts. — Don’t leave! Please, just use me… use me again!
He was already at the door. He looked back one last time, but not at her. At the disgusting scene on the floor. He made a clicking sound of disdain with his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
— Finish yourself off. That’s all you deserve now.
The door closed with a dry, final click.
The silence that fell was more brutal than any word. Jeongyeon remained still, the humiliation burning hotter than the cum in her throat. The emptiness he left was physical, a sharp, wet pain between her legs. His contempt was the only stimulus left.
A convulsive sob escaped. Then another. Her hands, once supplicant, went down on their own. Her fingers, still sticky with his saliva, found her own swollen, throbbing sex, absurdly wet and neglected. It wasn’t a caress. It was a brutal excavation, a punishment and a remedy at the same time.
She threw herself onto her back on the cold, soaked floor, her fingers hammering her clit with a self-destructive fury. The image was only of him turning his back. The sound was only of the door closing. She wanted to erase that, to fill that vacuum of contempt with anything.
— You bastard… you bastard… — she groaned through clenched teeth, not from pleasure, but from hatred and addiction, her hips arching violently against her own hand.
It was fast, ugly, and intense. It wasn’t a wave, it was an explosion. A brutal spasm ran through her body and a hot, unexpected jet gushed from inside her, hitting the air and falling back onto her stomach, her breasts, her face. A strong, obscene squirt, a physical relief so overwhelming it stole the air from her lungs.
She lay there, panting, drenched in her own fluid, the puddle on the floor now enlarged and still warm. Relief came, yes. A chemical, dirty, solitary relief. But in its wake, his contempt was still there, impregnated in the air, and now also inside her. The silence of the room now only smelled of her. Sweet, acidic, and profoundly empty.
The old elevator creaked up to the 14th floor and stopped with a jolt that made her stomach lurch. Jeongyeon could still feel her throat raw, as if she’d swallowed fine-grit sandpaper. Last night, he had come so deep that she’d woken with the phantom taste of cum and saliva stuck to the roof of her mouth. She opened her purse, applied cherry gloss just to disguise it, but his smell was still there, soaked in, impossible to erase.
The door to 1407 opened a crack before she even knocked. He appeared wearing only worn gray sweatpants, the ones with the loose elastic that showed the outline of his dick even soft. The hallway was cold, but the air that wafted from the apartment was warm, heavy with black coffee and the unmistakable scent of a man who’d just woken up horny.
— Get in, unnie — his voice was rough with sleep, but already commanding. — I’ve been hard since six this morning thinking about your throat last night.
She took off her dirty white sneakers, left them by the door. The icy wooden floor burned the soles of her feet. She was still wearing her oversized TWICE sweatshirt (light gray with the small logo on the chest), but underneath only the white cotton panties she wears when she wants to feel “at home.” Her short hair was messed up from the wind outside, a few strands sticking to her sweaty nape.
He closed the door with his heel and was already glued to her from behind, arms wrapping around her slender waist, mouth on her neck exactly where he’d left a hidden purple hickey. His smell invaded everything: warm skin, remnants of woody cologne, a touch of night sweat. Jeongyeon closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side, offering more space. She felt his cock, already hard, nudging the curve of her ass over the sweatpants.
— You can still feel it, can’t you? — he murmured against her skin, licking the mark. — Your voice is still hoarse. I loved it.
The memory came whole, in warm waves.
They were on the couch, some movie playing on Netflix, a bluish light flickering on their faces. She was sitting sideways on his lap, legs thrown over the arm of the sofa, when he simply grabbed her short hair at the nape — exactly where the skin is most sensitive — and pulled her head back with controlled force.
— Open your mouth.
Two months of “nothing serious” and she still obeyed at zero seconds. She opened. Tongue already out, pure instinct.
He stood up, lowered his sweatpants to mid-thigh and his cock sprang out heavy. The strong smell of male groin made her heart race as he held the base and guided it straight inside.
First it was slow, almost tender: just the head going in and out, her tongue swirling around, the salty taste invading everything. Then he twisted his fingers in her hair like it was a handle and began pushing deeper. The sound was what finished her: a wet sequence of “glug,” muffled gags, thick saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and onto his sweatpants, forming a dark stain that grew with every thrust.
Tears soon streamed down as he hit the back of her throat for the first time. She grabbed his thighs, nails digging into flesh, but didn’t push — she pulled. She wanted more. He understood. Held her firmly and began truly fucking her mouth, hips going back and forth, his entire cock disappearing until her nose pressed against his pelvic bone. Every time he held it deep, counting to five, she felt the world blink out and return in red pulses.
When he came, it was straight down her throat. She swallowed what she could, the rest dripped down her chin, onto her breasts over the sweatshirt. He cleaned up the mess with his own finger and made her lick it until it was clean.
Now, back to the present.
He took a step back just to look. The morning light coming through the living room window, illuminating her face still swollen with sleep and residual sex.
— Take everything off, except the panties.
Jeongyeon obeyed slowly. Pulled the sweatshirt over her head, her hair getting staticky, a few strands sticking to her forehead. Underneath, a simple black sports bra. She slid the straps down, let it fall. Her breasts swayed free — the left one a tiny bit larger, nipples already hard from cold and anticipation, a pinkish-brown color with a tiny mole on the left areola showing.
His nose buried directly into her armpit, in a shameless, rough motion, smelling deeply, pulling in the air as if it were good smoke. His tongue came out, broad and wet, and licked a long stripe from the highest part, where the sweat was most acidic, down to the middle of the hollow. He savored it, swirled his tongue in his mouth, and let out a low sound of approval.
— Fucking delicious — he grumbled, his voice thick and glued to her skin. — This salty taste… You came straight here after practice, didn’t you, fuck? Didn’t even stop at home. Filthy slut.
Jeongyeon felt her face catch fire, a wave of shame and arousal climbing up her throat. She said nothing, just turned her face away, but her body arched on its own as his mouth descended. It wasn’t a kiss, it was an assault. The hot, rough tongue passed exactly over the brown mole on her left breast, the spot he knew made her sensitive. Then, without warning, he took the entire nipple into his mouth, pulling it inside with force, sucking until it hurt, until the nipple was hard and throbbing against his palate. She moaned, a low, trembling sound that escaped between clenched teeth.
Meanwhile, his free hand had already gone straight to the point. Slid down her belly and went inside her simple white cotton panties. His fingers found that small ridge of flesh above the clit, the fine, coarse line of pubic hair she’d let grow back. He lightly rubbed his finger there, in a teasing back-and-forth.
— Letting it grow again, huh? — he laughed, the vibration of his laugh echoing against her wet breast. He gave a little bite, just to hear her hold her breath. — I like it like this. Damn, it looks like a real woman’s pussy. Full, not that bald plastic-doll look the others have. This here is a grown woman’s.
His words went through her like a hot shock. She felt her clit swell instantly, throbbing against the absence of his touch. The wetness grew between her legs, overwhelming, and she knew the panties were soaked. The thin cotton fabric already had a dark, translucent stain right in the middle, sticking to her skin and outlining the swollen lips beneath. She felt that honey dripping, sticky and warm, and knew he saw it too, felt it, wanted it. Everything in her was open, offered, dirty and perfect for him.
He stepped away for a second, his eyes glazed and hungry. His hand disappeared behind his back, returned with a small, polished metal case. He opened it with a satisfying click and there it was: a thick white line, drawn with perfection on the glass. Without ceremony, he leaned over the case, pinched one nostril and snorted the powder with a short, brutal grunt, wiping the residue with his thumb. A harsh sigh escaped, his eyes gleaming with an instant, icy focus. He turned his face to her, a crooked smile on his lips.
— Come on. It’s good. Takes all the shyness away, slut — his voice was sharper, electric. He brought the case close to her face. — Just one. So we can be on the same rhythm.
Hesitant, eyes wide, Jeongyeon leaned in. The chemical, acidic smell invaded her nostrils even before the act. She imitated his movement, feeling the powder burn a sinuous path through her septum, a cold explosion that shot straight to her brain, leaving her tongue numb and her heart racing in a new, anxious rhythm. She coughed lowly, eyes watering, and a feeling of dirty invincibility began to run through her veins, mixing with the already simmering arousal.
— That’s it, girl. Now turn around.
With a new chemical courage pulsing in her, Jeongyeon turned. He pulled her panties down only to mid-thigh, exposing her round, firm ass, marked by workouts. He spread her buttocks with both hands, with a clinical coldness, and smelled deeply the valley between them. The smell there was dense, intimate — a whole day’s sweat between her thighs, mixed with the sweet-bitter residue of body lotion. He licked a long, wet stripe there just to feel the violent tremor that ran through her entire body.
— Today I finish what I started yesterday — his voice was low, dangerous, but now with a metallic clarity. The powder sharpened everything. — And you’re going to wet the whole floor for me. You’re going to moan until you’re hoarse.
She could only nod, her legs already wobbly, not just from excitement now, but from the chemical rush that made the world tinkle around her.
He pushed her back-first onto the sofa without the slightest ceremony. The rough, old upholstery fabric scratched her bare back, cold against skin that now burned from the inside. Jeongyeon’s heart hammered against her ribs, breathless, mouth dry. He grabbed her ankles, his big hands wrapping them completely, and threw both her legs over his own shoulders, opening her up at once, exposing everything. The dry sound of her knees popping echoed in the charged silence of the room. The dim light illuminated the gleam of her swollen, completely exposed sex, the soaked white panties still tangled around her thighs, an obscene contrast against her skin. He observed her from there, from his throne, with dilated eyes and a smile that was no longer just lust, but pure chemical possession.
The white panties were torn off with a single yank; the elastic snapped against her thigh, leaving a red mark. The smell rose all at once, warm and dense: practice sweat, accumulated arousal, an almost animalistic musky base that made his cock pulse visibly. He took a deep breath, nostrils flared, as if smelling pure drug.
Her pussy was closed tight, inner lips still hidden, but already swollen, gleaming with translucent wetness. He opened her with his thumbs without delicacy; the flesh parted with a wet sound, revealing the vivid pink inside. Her small clit emerged from its hood at once, pink, throbbing, covered in a sticky film.
The first lick was broad, from the entrance to the top, a flat, heavy tongue. The taste exploded in his mouth: salty, acidic, with a sweet base of old discharge. Jeongyeon arched her entire back, a hoarse moan escaping her raw throat. He didn’t stop. Sucked the entire inner lips into his mouth, sucking hard until they swelled more, then released them with an obscene pop.
Two fingers entered at once, without warning. The tight entrance caught halfway, then yielded with a wet, greedy sound. The inner walls were velvety, hot, pulsing around his fingers. He curled them, searching for the spongy spot, and found it quickly; Jeongyeon let out a short, muffled cry, legs trying to close by reflex. He held her firmly with his forearm, keeping her spread wide open.
His tongue returned to her clit, now circling fast, then sucking hard until the little bud jumped. Each suction made her hips jerk involuntarily, her ass lifting off the sofa. The discharge began to flow thick, milky-white, running down her perineum and dripping onto the upholstery. The smell grew stronger, dirtier, mixed with his hot breath.
Then, without warning, he flipped her onto her stomach over his own body. The movement was brutal: tossing her like a doll. His cock slapped heavy against her cheek, leaving a shiny smear of pre-cum. The smell of his male groin invaded everything, stronger now, sweat from a whole night of accumulated lust.
He spread her buttocks with both hands, thumbs sinking into the firm flesh. He ran his tongue there without hesitation, circling slowly, feeling the muscle tighten and relax. Jeongyeon let out a long, almost tearful moan.
His mouth went lower. His tongue entered her pussy from behind, deep, nose buried between her buttocks. The taste there was more intense: sweat trapped between her thighs, thick discharge mixed with the natural smell of her ass. He licked as if he wanted to suck out her soul, tongue going in and out, fingers spreading her wider to expose everything.
Jeongyeon trembled all over. Her inner thighs were already red from so much friction, sweat running down the curve of her ass and dripping onto his chest. Each time he licked from her clit to her ass, she let out a guttural sound, muffled against his cock as it returned to her mouth. His saliva dripped down her perineum, mixed with her discharge, ran down to the sofa in long, transparent strands.
His cock free from her mouth again, throbbed against her forehead, leaking more pre-cum. She opened her mouth by instinct, tongue coming out to lick the head, but he grabbed her short hair and pushed it in just a little, just to feel her throat convulse again. The whole room smelled of raw sex: wet pussy, sweaty balls, saliva, sweat. The sound was constant, wet, obscene: tongue sucking, fingers going in and out, her thighs trembling against his shoulders.
She was already at her limit. Every inner muscle pulsed, the entrance to her pussy opening and closing on its own, desperate for something thicker. But she wasn’t going to have it yet...
He yanked her off the sofa with one hand, making her collapse to her knees on the wooden floor with a dry thud that made her kneecaps vibrate with pain. The floor was icy, almost burning her hot skin. She didn’t even have time to breathe.
His cock was straight as a rod, the head swollen, veins standing out like ropes, gleaming with saliva that dripped in sticky strands. The smell was dense, animalic – the heavy balls swinging centimeters from her nose, the sweat from a whole night clinging to his pubic hair, that raw aroma of testosterone and sex.
— Open up wide, you’re just a hole for me.
Jeongyeon opened. Her mouth gaping, her tongue already stretched out, thick saliva dripping from the corners of her lips even before the first touch. Her eyes, glazed and eager, never left his cock.
He spat thickly on the head, the warm spit running down the shaft. He held the base with one hand and the nape of her neck with the other, his fingers digging into her short hair, pulling until the roots burned. And then he entered.
His cock slid straight to the dark back of her throat. Her nose slammed against his pelvic bone with a wet smack. She felt the gag reflex, a violent spasm, but swallowed it back — swallowed the discomfort, the air, her very core. Her throat contracted, tightened, molded around him like a glove of warm flesh. He held it there. The count was cruel in his eyes: five, six, seven seconds. Jeongyeon’s world turned red and throbbing behind her closed eyelids.
When he pulled back, a thick, pearly strand of saliva stretched between her swollen lips and the shiny head of his cock, snapping and falling with a ploft on the floor. She coughed, a hoarse, ragged sound, but he was already coming back, faster, deeper, without mercy. The rhythm became a fucking machine: his hips pumping in a hypnotic back-and-forth, his cock disappearing completely in that obedient mouth, coming out only halfway to show how drenched it was, and returning with full force until his heavy balls slapped against her wet chin.
— That’s it, whore. Swallow it nice. Every idol should know how to open her throat like this for her fans, right? — he grunted, the movement never stopping. — But you’re special. You’re the slut who asks for it.
Each thrust made a wet, obscene sound. Saliva sprayed, dripping onto her breasts, running in rivulets down her trembling abdomen and forming a growing puddle between her knees. Hot tears cut paths through her mascara, drawing black, sloppy lines on her cheeks. Her face was a perfect picture of destruction: red, shiny, unrecognizable.
He changed the angle, pulling her head even further back, straightening the canal. Now it went in straight, meeting the resistance of the tracheal ring. He forced it, felt her body yield, and then held it deep.
— Count with me, you little slut. One… two… three… — his voice was a growl of pleasure and dominance.
Her fingers clawed into his thighs, her nails leaving red crescent marks. But it wasn’t to push him away. It was to pull him. To bring him further inside. A muffled, desperate moan escaped her, and the words spilled out between gags:
— “Fuck… fuck it all, please… don’t stop…”
He laughed, a low, victorious sound.
— Look at that. The unnie has turned into a dick addict. See what you are? A hole that begs. Take it then.
He sped up. His hips were now a merciless piston, his sack slapping against her chin with every pump. The dirty symphony intensified: the wet impact of flesh, the hoarse gags that sounded like consent, his ragged breathing, her muffled, tearful moans that were the only prayer she knew in that moment. His cock swelled, pulsed, a delicious threat deep in her throat.
— I’m gonna come. And you’re gonna swallow it all. Every drop. It’s your milk, slut. Your payment.
He growled, his voice broken by the imminence of release. He grabbed her nape with both hands, his fingers like claws, and buried himself as deep as he could. Her nose crushed against his sweaty groin, his balls pressed against her chin. She felt the first spurt, hot and thick, hitting the walls of her throat directly. Then another, and another, a flood of seed that she swallowed in convulsive gulps. The excess rose up her nose, burning, and dripped from the ruined corners of her mouth, mixing with saliva and tears.
When he finally pulled out, it was with a loud, vulgar sucking sound, his cock coming out coated in a white, translucent slime.
Jeongyeon stayed there, on her knees, dismantled. Her face was a mask of filth and submission. Drool and cum hung from her chin and breasts. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her whole body trembling like a green reed. The floor around her was a swamp of her own fluids. She lifted her gaze, her red eyes pleading from behind the ruined makeup, and let out a moan that was less than a whisper, the final confession of an addict:
— “…more… I need more… cover my face again…”
He took a step back, his cock still half-hard and dirty, but the tension had already dissipated from his body. He looked at her, on her knees in the puddle she’d made herself, with her face smeared, dirty with spit, tears, and his own cum. Instead of satisfaction, a deep, cold boredom passed through his eyes. The coke had already worn off, leaving only the void and the nausea of the morning after excess.
— Enough. — His voice was flat, emotionless. He turned his back, picked his shirt off the floor and wiped his chest with disdain. — It’s done, Jeongyeon. It got repetitive.
She swallowed dryly, her throat still burning. Her eyes, once glazed with submission, now widened in panic.
— What? No… Wait. — Her voice came out hoarse and broken. She crawled forward, her knees slipping on the wet floor. Her trembling hands tried to grab his leg. — Please. We haven’t even really started. I can… I can do better. Give me one more chance.
He avoided her touch with a quick movement, as if stepping away from something disgusting.
— Look at you. — He spat the words, contempt dripping like venom. — You’re pathetic. A wet mess. It’s not even pleasurable anymore. It’s just sad.
He dressed quickly, his movements efficient and final. Every piece of clothing he put on was a wall being erected. He didn’t even look at her anymore.
— No! — The shout came out more like a sob. She clutched at her own nakedness, her dirty breasts trembling. The need, now rejected, turned into a physical desperation, an unbearable itch in her guts. — Don’t leave! Please, just use me… use me again!
He was already at the door. He looked back one last time, but not at her. At the disgusting scene on the floor. He made a clicking sound of disdain with his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
— Finish yourself off. That’s all you deserve now.
The door closed with a dry, final click.
The silence that fell was more brutal than any word. Jeongyeon remained still, the humiliation burning hotter than the cum in her throat. The emptiness he left was physical, a sharp, wet pain between her legs. His contempt was the only stimulus left.
A convulsive sob escaped. Then another. Her hands, once supplicant, went down on their own. Her fingers, still sticky with his saliva, found her own swollen, throbbing sex, absurdly wet and neglected. It wasn’t a caress. It was a brutal excavation, a punishment and a remedy at the same time.
She threw herself onto her back on the cold, soaked floor, her fingers hammering her clit with a self-destructive fury. The image was only of him turning his back. The sound was only of the door closing. She wanted to erase that, to fill that vacuum of contempt with anything.
— You bastard… you bastard… — she groaned through clenched teeth, not from pleasure, but from hatred and addiction, her hips arching violently against her own hand.
It was fast, ugly, and intense. It wasn’t a wave, it was an explosion. A brutal spasm ran through her body and a hot, unexpected jet gushed from inside her, hitting the air and falling back onto her stomach, her breasts, her face. A strong, obscene squirt, a physical relief so overwhelming it stole the air from her lungs.
She lay there, panting, drenched in her own fluid, the puddle on the floor now enlarged and still warm. Relief came, yes. A chemical, dirty, solitary relief. But in its wake, his contempt was still there, impregnated in the air, and now also inside her. The silence of the room now only smelled of her. Sweet, acidic, and profoundly empty.
The room still carried the lingering scent of their earlier intense pleasure—shower gel mixed with her natural body fragrance filling the air. Dahyun, wrapped in a bathrobe, lazily leaned against the headboard while live-streaming. The camera only captured her upper body; the loosely tied robe revealed a subtle glimpse of the soft skin just below her collarbone.
“Ah, sorry everyone, today’s stream will just be me sitting and chatting with you all,” Dahyun said with a sweet smile into the lens, showing no trace of the wild passion she’d just experienced.
I sat beside her in the shadows, quietly admiring her performance. Her long, pale legs slipped out from under the robe, deliberately stretching toward my lap. I knew it was on purpose—while she read the fans’ reactions on screen, her eyes kept drifting toward me.
At first it was just the back of her foot lightly brushing my thigh. When I didn’t stop her, she grew bolder. Her slender toes parted the lower hem of the robe, finding my already half-hard cock, tracing slow circles around it. I held my breath, pretending to focus on my phone.
Dahyun chatted casually with her fans about today’s concert while her feet grew increasingly daring beneath the frame. She trapped my burning length between both soft soles, squeezing and releasing, the warm flesh of her arches molding perfectly around the shaft. My now fully erect cock throbbed between her feet, precum already wetting her toes.
“Ah, sorry, I’m a little tired…” she said to the camera with an apologetic smile, then whispered in my ear, “Can’t wait any longer, can you?” She sped up her footwork, feeling the rod in her grasp grow even hotter and thicker.
While pretending to fix her hair, she stole a glance downward. “That’s it for today’s stream, everyone get some rest, okay!” She quickly ended the broadcast, tossed her phone aside, and immediately straddled me…
The bathrobe fell open; her full, soft breasts pressed firmly against my chest. The voice that had feigned exhaustion moments ago now dripped with seduction: “Oppa… let me take really good care of you…”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wrapped an arm around her slim waist and pulled her completely into my embrace. Dahyun let out a whimper and melted against me. My tongue pried apart her tender lips, ravaging her mouth. Her little tongue danced with mine, the wet sounds of saliva echoing as we kissed hungrily.
“Oppa… I missed you so much…” Dahyun breathed hotly into my ear. Her lush breasts rubbed back and forth across my chest; her nipples had already hardened into visible peaks beneath the thin fabric.
I kneaded the plush cheeks of her ass, reveling in the silky softness. Dahyun rolled her hips, grinding her bare, soaked pussy against my aching cock through my pants. She was wearing nothing underneath—the flood of her arousal had already soaked through the fabric onto me.
“Oppa’s cock is so hot…” she panted, delicate fingers tracing my outline through the cloth. She deliberately slowed her movements, trapping the leaking tip between her ass cheeks and sliding teasingly up and down.
My breathing grew heavier. I dragged my tongue from her lips down her long pale neck, sucking red marks into her skin. Dahyun moaned with need, tilting her head to offer more of her throat.
“Oppa… don’t hold back anymore…” she pleaded between kisses, her long legs already wrapping around my waist.
The bathrobe hung in complete disarray, baring large expanses of snowy skin. Looking at the breathtakingly seductive Dahyun in my arms, all I wanted was to bury myself deep inside her and release every bit of desire I’d been holding all night…
Her slender fingers wrapped around my iron-hard cock and stroked a few times. The heat of her palm around the pulsing shaft made me suck in a sharp breath.
“Does Oppa want it?” Dahyun asked with bedroom eyes, parting her robe with her other hand to reveal her dripping entrance. She guided me to her slick folds and slowly sank down.
“Ahhh…” We both moaned in unison as her hot, tight walls enveloped me completely, every fold sucking greedily.
The robe slipped off her shoulders entirely, exposing her fully. I latched onto one stiff nipple, swirling my tongue around the areola while roughly kneading the other breast, molding it into different shapes.
Dahyun rode me hard, hips rolling so she took me to the hilt with every motion. Her bathrobe lay discarded on the floor; her flawless pale body was completely exposed. With each rise and fall, her heavy breasts bounced against my face, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Oppa… it feels so good…” Dahyun arched her graceful neck, moaning brokenly. I felt her inner walls flutter and clamp down harder.
I sucked her breasts harder while slapping her soft ass, leaving red handprints on the pale flesh. Dahyun moved faster and faster; her juices dripped down our joined bodies, soaking a dark patch into the sheets…
“Oppa… harder… fill me up…” She clung to my neck as she bounced, her soft body pressed fully against mine.
I already knew exactly how each of them pleased me best—from Jihyo’s enthusiastic deep-throating, to Mina’s impossibly tight warmth, to Nayeon’s seductive dancing… and right now Dahyun was using her own special way to drive me insane.
I buried my face between her breasts, flicking the hard peaks with my tongue, feeling her shudder with every suck. Dahyun gasped, threading delicate fingers through my hair and pulling me even closer.
“Weren’t you already full from earlier? How are you still so hungry during the stream…” I growled against her ear, lightly biting the lobe.
Dahyun giggled breathlessly. “Oppa’s so mean… you know I’m addicted to your big cock… what we did earlier was just an appetizer…”
Her hips worked faster, swallowing me to the root again and again. The robe was long gone; every inch of her snow-white body was bare before me. I could feel her milking me rhythmically, greedily sucking at my length.
“Oppa… which of our holes do you like best…” she purred wickedly, speeding up even more.
I kept devouring her breasts, leaving fresh hickeys on the pale skin. “Every single one is perfect… but Dahyun’s little pussy especially—it’s so tight and it sucks so well…”
She let out a delighted moan. “Oppa’s so bad… today I’m going to make sure you never forget me…”
She wrapped her arms around me tightly, soft breasts squishing against my chest. More slick poured from her, making our connection obscenely wet…
Dahyun’s movements became almost violent, her full breasts jiggling wildly. I felt every ripple and squeeze inside her velvet heat.
“Oppa… do you feel it? Your little Dahyun is working so hard to serve you…” she cooed, deliberately clenching around me.
I grabbed her ass and started thrusting upward to meet her. She cried out and collapsed forward. This was her favorite position—taking me deepest while feeling all of my heat.
“During the stream… were you already thinking about Oppa’s cock?” I whispered, feeling her body tremble with embarrassed arousal.
She buried her face in my neck and nipped me. “Hate you… you already know the answer…”
Her hips slammed down harder, juices splashing everywhere. I seized her breasts again, tugging the stiff nipples until she whimpered beautifully.
“Dahyun’s pussy is extra eager today…” I said, savoring every contraction. “Does it want Oppa to feed it more thick cum?”
She squirmed desperately. “I want Oppa’s cum every single day… especially after a performance when I’m full of energy…”
She rode me frantically, her flat stomach slapping against mine. I matched her final sprint, pounding precisely into her most sensitive spot…
“Ah—Oppa—faster—” Dahyun panted urgently into my ear. “I’m—together—”
Her body suddenly went rigid, stomach pressed flush to my hips. Her walls convulsed violently, sucking at me like countless little mouths.
“Oppa… deeper…” she begged in the final moment before climax. I gripped her ass and hammered upward. Each thrust pulled almost all the way out before slamming balls-deep.
“I—I can’t—” Dahyun started shaking uncontrollably. A flood of hot nectar poured over my cock as she spasmed around me. Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper.
I bit down on her nipple and sucked hard while she came and came—Dahyun always had long, intense orgasms. She sobbed my name into my ear, trembling in my arms.
“Oppa… give it to me…” she slurred, barely coherent. “All of it…”
I pounded her mercilessly, my balls slapping loudly against her ass. Her cries grew higher, her soft body quaking endlessly.
With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. The heat triggered another full-body shiver from Dahyun…
She collapsed against me, pussy still fluttering around my spent cock. We stayed connected, hearts hammering together. She whispered breathlessly, “Oppa was amazing today…”
I pinched a still-sensitive nipple, drawing a squeak. “We’re not done yet…”
Her body was still buzzing from climax when I pushed her onto her back. I draped her long legs over my shoulders—her freshly-fucked pussy was flushed dark pink and leaking thick white.
I didn’t answer with words. I spread her slick lips and drove back in to the root. Post-orgasm sensitivity made her jerk with every thrust. I seized her slim ankles and bit the tops of her feet, marking the pale skin.
“Ah—too deep—slow—” Her fingers clawed the sheets, breasts bouncing wildly. I leaned down to bite a nipple while pounding even harder.
The room echoed with wet slaps and Dahyun’s sweet cries. I flipped her over onto her knees and took her from behind—deeper than before. She melted into the mattress, ass high in the air to meet my brutal thrusts.
“Oppa—too hard—” she sobbed, yet pushed back eagerly. I spanked her ass red.
“Dahyun’s pussy never stops sucking…” I growled, pulling out almost completely each time to watch her juices coat me before slamming back in. She could only manage broken moans now…
Among all nine members of Twice, Dahyun’s waist-to-hip ratio was unmatched—this rear view drove me feral every time. Her tiny waist flared into that perfect, plump ass; the sight alone was intoxicating.
“Oppa loves Dahyun like this…” I gripped her hips and buried myself balls-deep. She whimpered beautifully, face pressed into the pillow, ass arched high.
Each thrust sent ripples through her flesh. Her hanging breasts swung with every impact. I felt her walls fluttering again—she was close.
I slapped her ass harder. “This ass is the prettiest… feels best when I fuck it…”
She glanced back with watery, seductive eyes. “Then cum inside your prettiest Dahyun…” Her pussy immediately clamped down like a greedy mouth.
I roared and fucked her senseless. Her body rocked violently, juices running down her thighs in streams.
“Oppa—Dahyun’s cumming again—” Her whole frame seized.
I pinned her flat and rutted like an animal, chest against her sweat-slick back, hips slamming relentlessly. Her breasts were crushed beneath us, sweat trailing down her spine.
“Oppa—so heavy—” she gasped, sliding forward with every thrust yet still pushing back for more. I gripped her waist and drove as deep as anatomy allowed, feeling myself stretch her slick walls over and over.
“How does Dahyun’s pussy stay so fucking tight…” I growled into her ear. Her moans turned into breathless sobs.
I bit the back of her neck possessively and fucked her harder. “Too—deep—gonna break—” she cried, but her hips never stopped meeting mine.
The room was nothing but wet slaps, creaking bed, and Dahyun’s desperate cries. I was a beast in heat, lost in the perfection of her curves…
“Oppa—shoot it inside—” she sobbed.
I hammered her like a machine. She went limp except for her greedy pussy milking me desperately. Juices sprayed with every thrust.
“Again—” Her back arched impossibly as another orgasm tore through her. I didn’t slow—only fucked her harder through the spasms.
“Can’t—ah—” Dahyun screamed, whole body convulsing.
“Together—” I snarled, slamming home one last time and flooding her spasming depths again. We collapsed, my weight pinning her as we shook and panted…
Aftershocks still rippled through her pussy, sucking gently at my softening cock. Thick cum mixed with her cream leaked steadily from her stretched hole.
“Oppa gave me so much…” Dahyun whimpered weakly, ass trembling as more fluid oozed out.
“Satisfied now, you greedy little pussy?” I chuckled, nibbling her ear. Even spent, every tiny shift made her clench deliciously.
She wiggled her hips, making me groan. “Oppa’s so mean… you know I’m addicted to your cum…”
My fingers traced her sides, feeling little aftershocks. “You were trying to seduce me the whole stream, weren’t you?”
She huffed cutely. “Hmph… I just wanted to reward myself after the show…”
I was still buried inside her, feeling every lazy pulse. Her walls kept nursing softly, trying to drain the last drops.
“Oppa… want to go again…?” She looked back with sultry eyes, rolling her hips slowly. “I still want more…”
I grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. “The night’s still young…”
Her freshly-creampied pussy suddenly clamped down hard—deliberately—sending lightning through my oversensitive cock. Dahyun giggled at my sharp inhale.
“Oppa’s so sensitive…” she teased, rippling her inner muscles around me. Every fold massaged me with obscene skill.
“Little succubus…” I bit her nape, leaving fresh marks. She started rolling her hips again, sucking me with her pussy alone.
Wet sounds filled the room once more as fresh arousal coated us. I groped her breasts, rolling the nipples until they stiffened again.
“Oppa… one more time, please…” She twisted around for a kiss, tongue sliding into my mouth as her hips restarted their rhythm.
“How is Dahyun’s pussy still so hungry…” I started slow thrusts, savoring the obscene glide. She moaned into my mouth, hips rolling to meet me.
“Oppa… change position…” She pushed me onto my back and straddled me again, guiding me back inside. Face to face, her full breasts swayed hypnotically.
I latched onto one, sucking hard while starting a steady rhythm. Dahyun threaded fingers through my hair, moaning with every deep stroke. Her walls fluttered eagerly again.
“Oppa—reaching so deep—” She locked her legs around me. I sped up, balls slapping wetly against her ass. The room filled with the scent of sex and the symphony of flesh meeting flesh.
“Gonna—break—too fast—” Her knuckles went white on the sheets, thighs clamping tighter around me. I fucked her relentlessly, grinding against her clit with every thrust.
Suddenly she froze, pussy clamping like a vice. “No—again—”
I kept pounding through her climax, drawing it out until she was sobbing my name.
“Please—no more—” she cried, but her hips never stopped chasing more. I twisted a nipple hard.
“Yet you’re sucking me so tightly…” I growled. She wailed, flushed pink all over, our connection a sopping mess.
Her nails raked my back. Another orgasm built fast.
“Again—” she screamed. Her walls went berserk.
I matched her pace until we both shattered together once more, my cum painting her insides anew as she convulsed beneath me…
We lay there still joined, breathing hard. Dahyun’s pussy gave lazy little squeezes, milking the last drops.
Finally spent, she curled into my arms, my half-soft cock still nestled inside her. We traded soft kisses, bodies glued together with sweat and cum.
The afterglow lingered; her walls still fluttered gently around me. Warm fluids slowly leaked out, soaking the sheets beneath us.
Dahyun nuzzled my chest like a contented kitten, eyelids drooping. Exhaustion from round after round finally pulled us both under. I held her soft, warm body close and let sleep take us.
The room quieted to just our slowing breaths and the faint, lingering scent of raw desire.
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The room was hot and stuffy, the late afternoon heat beating back the resistance of the half-closed curtains. The air smelled of her floral perfume and his, a soft musk she had come to associate with tenderness and, lately, with a certain anxiety.
The kiss began as it always did: a light touch, almost questioning. She tilted her head, feeling the soft texture of his lips, the residual taste of mint.
"Adrian…" she murmured, more a sigh against his mouth than a protest.
He didn't answer with words. Instead, his hand, which had been resting innocently on her hip, began to move upward. His warm palm slid over the curve of her waist, across the thin fabric of her blouse, until his thumb found, over her bra, the already hard tip of her breast.
She gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment. His eyes were dark, fixed on her.
"You're so gorgeous, Tzuyu. You drive me crazy." His voice was rough, a whisper loaded with an intention that went far beyond the chaste kisses she insisted on keeping.
His hand squeezed lightly, and a jolt of pleasure shot through her body, tense and forbidden. She felt her own legs tremble.
"Adrian, no…" she said, pulling back a few inches, just enough to create a barrier of air. "We agreed, remember? Just kisses today."
He sighed, a flash of frustration crossing his face before being replaced by tired resignation.
"Okay, love. Sorry. Just kisses."
He moved close again, and their lips met once more, but the mood had shifted. The kiss was no longer a mutual exploration; it was a kiss of restraint. On his part. On hers, it was a battlefield where desire fought against fear.
Meanwhile, his hand, now "behaved," rested on her thigh, the heat of his palm burning through the thin wool of her skirt. She could feel the growing wetness between her own legs, a treacherous response from her body that filled her with guilt. She squeezed herself tighter, trying to suffocate the insistent throbbing.
He broke the kiss suddenly, resting his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed, and she could feel the tension in his entire body.
"It's just hard, Tzu. You here, so close, so beautiful…" His fingers pressed lightly into the soft flesh of her thigh, an almost unconscious movement. "Sometimes I just imagine… what it must be like. What it must feel like to be inside you."
The insinuation sent a hot blush up her neck. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Her virginity was the elephant in the room, a treasure she guarded and that he always seemed to be trying to unlock.
"I know," she whispered, her voice faltering. "It's just… I'm not ready."
He opened his eyes and looked at her, and for a split second, before affection returned, she saw something else: a genuine impatience, a flash of pure masculine frustration. It was then that his gaze seemed to blur, fixing on a point over her shoulder, on the photo on the dresser where she and Jihyo were hugging, smiling.
"What about Jihyo?" he asked, his voice strangely casual, as if the question had escaped without permission.
"Jihyo? What about her?"
"She…" He seemed to hesitate, but his eyes didn't leave the photo. "She doesn't think you're being a little…?"
"Careful?" she finished, her voice growing firmer.
"I was going to say 'scared'." He finally looked back at her, and his smile was different now, no longer the charming smile that had won her over, but something more cunning, more calculated. "Jihyo isn't like that. She's not afraid to… feel things."
What was he doing? It was as if he were pulling a thread, trying to undo her certainty not with force, but with comparison. And it worked. A pang of jealousy, sharp and hot, mixed with the confusion inside her. She imagined Jihyo, with her unshakable confidence, her curvy body, and her easy laugh that always seemed to attract Adrian's glances. She imagined them together, and the image came with a physical sensation, a tightening in her stomach.
He saw the hesitation in her. He saw the jealousy. He took advantage.
"You know what she told me at the party last week?" he whispered, bringing his lips close to her ear. His warm breath made her shiver. "While you were getting a drink…"
Tzuyu froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't want to hear it. And yet, a perverse, curious part of her needed to hear it. The room, once cozy, now felt like a stage for a revelation she feared, but which, somehow, her body was already anticipating with a secret, wet tremor. The dim light was no longer gentle; it was complicit.
Adrian's face twitched in a mix of regret and alarm. He realized he'd gone too far.
"Forget it." The word came out sharper than he intended. He retreated a few inches, his body, which was once tense with desire, now seemed stiff with embarrassment. "It was nothing like that, Tzu. She just... commented that I was patient. That's all."
He averted his gaze from the photo, focusing again on Tzuyu, trying to erase the calculating expression he had just moments before. His smile was now forced, a visible effort to return to their previous safety.
"It was stupid of me to mention it. It doesn't mean anything." His hand, which still rested on her thigh, gave a light pat, a casual gesture that sounded false. "Are you mad?"
Tzuyu turned her face to him, her eyes still a bit shiny with hurt. "It just hurts, Adrian. It hurts that you'd use her... use that... to try to convince me." Her voice was a thread, but laden with a clarity that made him shrink inside.
"I know. I was an idiot. A complete idiot." He pulled her against his chest, and she let him, her body still a bit stiff. "Let's talk about something else. Tell me how work at the café is going. Is that annoying customer still bothering you, asking for half a pump of syrup in his cappuccino?"
She let out a sigh, yielding to the hug. "Oh, he came in yesterday... and complained that the milk wasn't 'aerated correctly'." She imitated the man's deep voice, and Adrian laughed, a genuine sound of relief.
The conversation flowed to his stressful deadlines at the office, the gossipy coworkers, the boss who micromanaged everything. They planned an ideal weekend, full of movies, popcorn, and time spent lying there, unhurried. Tzuyu laughed softly at his silly jokes, the gentle sound echoing in the room. But inside, her skin still tingled where his fingers had almost touched, and a residual warmth persisted between her legs, an uncomfortable echo of the desire and jealousy he had stirred.
Adrian, for his part, wrestled with his own body. The erection, which had softened a bit during the serious conversation, returned with full force when she laughed and moved against him. Every graceful movement of her hands, every adjustment she made to her skirt, fueled vivid, forbidden images in his mind—of her beneath him, her eyes dark with pleasure, of Jihyo's mouth whispering things Tzuyu didn't dare say. He crossed his legs discreetly, the pressure against his pants providing minimal relief and torture at the same time.
Suddenly, Adrian looked at the clock on the nightstand, an almost abrupt movement. "Love, I... need to go. Work is waiting, and if I'm late again, my boss will send me to HR." His voice came out a bit hoarser than usual. He stood up quickly, turning sideways as he adjusted his shirt, pulling the hem down in a pathetic attempt to hide the obvious bulge marking the front of his pants.
Tzuyu nodded, gently biting her lower lip with an expression he knew well—a mix of sweetness and a hint of worry. "Me too, Adrian. I have the afternoon shift. Shall we go?" She stood up with that natural grace that always left him breathless, her hands smoothing the short skirt that adjusted dangerously high on her smooth thighs. For a moment, their eyes met, and he felt that she knew. Knew about his internal struggle, the frustration, the unresolved desire.
But she just held out her hand. He took it, their fingers intertwining. And so, like a perfect little couple, they left the room, leaving behind the rumpled bed and the muffled echo of everything that had been said and left undone. The bedroom door closed, isolating the tension that now remained there, suspended in the warm air and the floral perfume that still clung to the sheets.
The couple emerged from the room, the atmosphere still heavy with unresolved tension. As they entered the living room, the scene that presented itself was a direct shock to the relaxed and provocative reality of Jihyo.
The bedroom door creaked open, breaking the heavy atmosphere of contained desire they carried. In the living room, bathed in the harsh afternoon light, Jihyo was sprawled on the sofa, a vision of pure domestic indecency. The TV was playing an anime, but she was the main attraction.
Her body seemed like a living provocation. Her old, oversized shirt had slipped completely off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin and the rounded curve of her left breast almost down to the areola. The thin, worn fabric clung to her heavy breasts, leaving the dark, erect nipples perfectly visible, marking the cotton with two hard, defined points. With each slow breath, her breasts swayed with a heavy, sensual movement, as if inviting touch.
Further down, the extremely short, low-rise shorts had ridden up, revealing the full curve of her generous hips and the beginning of the dark cleft between her open legs. The fabric of the shorts was stretched tight over her pubic mound, outlining a soft, inviting shape. Her thick, soft thighs rested open against the sofa's fabric, and the daylight shamelessly illuminated the bare skin of her groin, where the moist heat of her body seemed to emanate in almost palpable waves.
It was a raw invitation, a calculated display of carnal availability that made the air leave Adrian's lungs in an instant.
Tzuyu froze, an instant blush rising from her neck to her cheeks. "Jihyo!" her voice came out in an exasperated whisper. "For God's sake, don't you have any shame? Adrian is here!"
Jihyo laughed, a hoarse, carefree sound. Her eyes landed on Adrian for a split second, capturing the moment his gaze flickered away, but not before quickly dropping to that tempting neckline. "Oh, stop being so uptight, Tzu. It's my house too, isn't it? If Adrian feels tempted…" She drew out his name, winking at him with brazen mischief. "…that's his problem, not mine. He's a big boy, he knows how to control himself, right, Adrian?" The provocation hung in the air, heavier and sweeter than Tzuyu's perfume.
Adrian swallowed hard, feeling a sudden heat run down his spine. The image of those breasts, so different from Tzuyu's smaller, always restrained ones, burned in his retina. While Tzuyu was a whispered promise, Jihyo was a loud affirmation, fleshy and real.
Tzuyu huffed, crossing her arms forcefully over her own chest in a defensive gesture. "You're impossible…" she murmured, defeated. She grabbed Adrian's hand tighter than necessary and pulled him toward the front door, creating a physical barrier between him and the sight on the sofa.
Outside, under the harsh sunlight that now seemed to expose all his intentions, Tzuyu turned to him. Her goodbye kiss was quick, almost evasive. "Bye, love. Call me later, okay?"
Adrian forced a smile, but his eyes were glazed over, his mind still stuck in the living room, on that image of provocative languor. "Bye." The farewell sounded mechanical, hollow.
He stood on the sidewalk, watching Tzuyu's car disappear around the corner. Only then, alone with the muffled buzz of distant traffic and the image of Jihyo burning in his mind, did he let out a deep, devastated sigh. The pressure in his pants was now a throbbing ache, an urgent physical need.
"Dammit…" he muttered to the empty air, his hand involuntarily clenching on his thigh. "I need relief. Urgently." The frustration from the bedroom, the provocation in the living room—it all merged into one inescapable conclusion. The walk to his car promised to be long and profoundly uncomfortable.
(The heat of the office seemed insignificant compared to the fire burning in Adrian's veins. Every report he tried to read turned into the image of Jihyo's hard nipples marking the thin fabric of her shirt. When he realized he'd forgotten his wallet, a mix of panic and excitement took hold of him. Going back to that house was a dangerous temptation.)
The car seemed to drive itself back to the apartment. His fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel, the erection that had never completely subsided now throbbing against his pants. When the door opened, it was as if all his dirtiest fantasies had materialized.
Jihyo was even more explicit now. The cropped top was a cruelty in fabric—her heavy breasts almost spilled over the top, the dark areolas partially visible at the sides. Every movement of hers made the soft flesh sway under the precarious elastic. The denim shorts were so short that when she turned to open the door completely, he could see the distinct outline of her pussy lips marking the tight fabric.
"Adrian?" Her voice was lower now, dripping with intention. "Tzu's not here, you know." Her eyes traveled over his body like a physical caress.
He swallowed dryly. "I forgot my wallet... in her room."
She smiled slowly, invitingly. "Go get it then. I'll stand guard."
As he went upstairs, he felt her gaze burning into his back. In Tzuyu's room, the smell of his girlfriend's soft perfume still lingered, but his mind could only reconstruct the image of the semi-naked friend in the living room. The wallet was where he'd imagined—fallen near the still-unmade bed where hours earlier he had writhed in frustration.
As he came back down, the aroma of food mixed with something more primal. Jihyo was bent over the counter intentionally, the shorts riding up even higher to reveal her firm buttocks. The neckline of the top offered an obscene view of her hanging breasts, the nipples now visibly hardened.
"Stay," she ordered softly, not as an invitation, but as a statement. "I hate eating alone." Her fingers passed slowly along the side of her own hip, down to her thigh. "And you look... tense."
Adrian felt his legs go weak. "Jihyo, I shouldn't..."
"Oh, stop with the nonsense," she cut him off, moving closer until the heat of her body radiated against his. "Tzu is a little princess, isn't she? Stuck on those soap-opera kisses." One hand rose and rested on his chest, her fingers pressing. "But you want much more than that, don't you, Adrian? You can tell by the tent in your pants."
His own cock throbbed violently as if answering the accusation. He was cornered—by desire, by opportunity, by the sight of that red mouth approaching.
"She never has to know," Jihyo whispered, inches from his lips, her hand sliding down to the waistband of his pants. "Let's just... relieve this tension. I need it too."
The sandwich was completely forgotten on the counter. The only appetite in that kitchen now was carnal, urgent, and forbidden. And Adrian knew, with a clarity that shamed and excited him equally, that he wasn't going to resist.
The air in the kitchen thickened by the second, the sandwiches forgotten on the table. Jihyo bit her lower lip, her dark eyes scanning Adrian's tense body with a shameless hunger.
Jihyo's finger traced a slow circle on the wooden table, just inches from his hand. "So..." she began, her voice a husky whisper that cut through the charged silence. "Has Tzu never told you how we used to share secrets here in the kitchen, late at night?"
As Adrian swallowed dryly, his attention completely captivated by that predatory gaze, the scene dissolved smoothly into the rhythmic motion of a downtown café.
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The hiss of the steaming milk and the low murmur of customers filled the air, a welcome replacement for the palpable tension of the kitchen. Tzuyu stood behind the counter, her clean apron over a uniform that always seemed a size too big for her. With a damp cloth, she mechanically polished a cup, her mind a thousand miles away, reliving the taste of that morning's kiss and the undisguised frustration in Adrian's eyes.
Her friend Mina slid in beside her, hips brushing lightly against the counter.
"Hey, Tzu," Mina whispered, her smile laced with mischief. "You've got that look. The 'just-been-kissed-senseless' look. Speaking of which... have you and Adrian... sealed the deal yet?" Her gaze was intense, curious.
Tzuyu flushed instantly, a wave of heat creeping up her neck. "Mina! Please...," she glanced around, embarrassed. "No. Not yet. I... I want it to be special, you know?"
Mina let out a low, knowing chuckle. "With the way he probably looks at you, I'm surprised he's not blue in the face. Most guys can't handle being in limbo this long, Tzu. That initial spark is what hooks them, and if nothing happens... their minds start to wander."
Tzuyu sighed, her shoulders slumping a little. She leaned over the counter, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Sometimes... we see each other. With no clothes on. In the shower after the beach, or changing in the bedroom."
Mina's eyes widened, and she leaned in, her interest now razor-sharp. "And? Spill. Is the equipment... intimidating? Or is it, you know, not enough?"
A shiver ran down Tzuyu's spine. The image of Adrian's toned, athletic body, of that thick, veined part of him hanging between his legs, flooded her mind.
"It's... big," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "Thick. With veins. Just the sight of it makes my heart race. I keep wondering... how is that ever going to fit... inside me." She uncrossed her legs unconsciously, a treacherous, warm dampness slicking her panties. Her body was reacting with a wet curiosity her mind was still trying to contain.
Mina winked, a smirk of worldly wisdom on her lips. "Honey, when it happens, it'll be wonderful. Our bodies are literally made to fit together. Just... don't wait too long, okay?" she said, her tone heavy with insinuation. "A guy with pent-up desire is like honey; he'll stick to the first sweet thing that comes his way."
Before Tzuyu could fully process that last remark, a customer approached the counter, demanding attention. She straightened up, forcing a professional smile, but the seed of doubt and insecurity was already planted, sprouting silently in her chest. As she took the order, her mind flew back home, to the silent apartment she now shared with her growing suspicions.
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The mood in the kitchen was thick with undisguised desire. The sandwiches sat untouched.
Jihyo rested her chin in her hand, her eyes roaming over Adrian from head to toe with a lustful appreciation.
"So tell me something, Adrian," she began, her voice a low, inviting tone. "All this 'patience' with Tzu... how far does it really go? Because judging by the bulge in your pants earlier and what's starting to show again now, you're not exactly made of steel, are you?"
Adrian felt heat creeping up his neck. He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable and turned on at the same time.
"Jihyo, cut it out...", he tried, but his voice came out weak.
"Cut what out?" she shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Pretending you're not sitting there with a throbbing hard-on, desperate to fuck something? Someone?" She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the table, her cleavage offering an obscene view. "How far does Tzu even let you get? Some over-the-clothes groping? A little soft moaning like a PG-13 scene?"
Adrian didn't answer. His silence was a confession.
"Jesus Christ, man," she spat, laughing derisively. "You've been surviving on crumbs for a year while a whole feast is waiting for you. Has she even shown you her pussy? Let you slip a finger in?"
"She's not like that..." Adrian murmured, defending his girlfriend more out of habit than conviction.
"Not like that, sure! Of course not! She's a delicate little porcelain doll." Jihyo let out a harsh laugh. "Meanwhile, you're sitting here with a rock-hard dick, imagining what it'd be like to shove all that cock into a real pussy. One that knows what to do with it, not one that trembles with fear."
Her words were vulgar, raw, and they hit directly at the frustration he'd been carrying for months. Every obscenity felt like a liberating blow.
"I saw how you looked at me in the living room. You wanted to suck my tits, didn't you? Wanted to bury your face between my legs and eat my pussy." She ran her tongue over her lips, watching him squirm. "Is that what you want, Adrian? A woman who knows what she wants and how she wants it?"
He stared at her, his breath ragged. The image she painted was exactly what his mind craved. Tzuyu's timid submission had no place in that fantasy—only the wild, noisy surrender Jihyo promised.
"Fuck it," he growled, the last shred of resistance dissolving. "You're such a slut, you know that?"
Jihyo smiled, a victorious, predatory grin. "Every decent man needs one. And yours is waiting for you."
Wasting no time, Adrian stood up from his chair with a hungry look, pulling Jihyo by the waist and crushing her body against his. He surprised her with a deep, wet kiss—the kind that devours everything, tongues tangling in a wild dance, saliva mixing as he nibbled her lower lip, pulling it gently to make her moan. Jihyo's eyes widened for a second, but she soon reciprocated with equal hunger, shoving her tongue into his mouth as if she wanted to explore every part of him, her hands rising to grip his hair and pull hard.
"Oh, Adrian... what a delicious kiss! Tzu never kisses you like this, does she? Poor thing, all shy and virginal, leaving you high and dry while I can give you what you really deserve," Jihyo murmured against his lips, humiliating her friend with a lewd, cruel tone, chuckling softly as she saw the lust in his eyes intensify. Adrian grunted in response, feeling his dick harden even more in his pants—she was right, Tzuyu had never come close to this, and now he didn't want to stop.
Driven by a primal hunger, Adrian grabbed Jihyo's ass with both hands, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh through the fabric of her shorts. He pulled her forcefully against his hip, making her grind against the hard, throbbing bulge straining his pants. Every movement was a raw affirmation of desire.
Jihyo retaliated with equal ferocity. Her hands slid under his shirt, and her nails scratched his back in red, hot lines. She buried her teeth in his neck, sucking and biting until a purplish, possessive mark bloomed on his skin.
"Yeah, squeeze me harder, you bastard..." she whispered hoarsely, her hot breath against his ear. "Show me how badly you want to fuck this slut." She rubbed her body against his, her heavy breasts crushing against his chest, her nipples hard as stones pressing through the fabric.
With a grunt, Adrian slipped his hand inside her cropped top. His hand closed around a breast, squeezing the soft flesh with a roughness that made Jihyo's eyes roll back in pleasure. He rolled her swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting slightly until a guttural moan escaped her throat. They crashed together, sweating, each trying to dominate the other in a battle of pure lust.
Breathless, her eyes glazed with lust, Jihyo took a step back. Her trembling fingers pulled the top over her head, freeing her enormous breasts, which swung heavy and free. They were huge, round, with dark areolas and erect, swollen nipples begging for attention. Adrian almost salivated, his hand reaching out to weigh that warm softness in his palm.
Without missing a beat, she unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. She stood before him wearing only a tiny black thong, a triangle of lace that barely contained her swollen, wet vulva. The dark fabric was stained and soaked, perfectly outlining the fleshy lips beneath.
"Like what you see, Adrian?" she teased, lifting her breasts with her hands and offering them to him. "These tits are all yours now... come on, use me. Shove that hard cock into this pussy that's dripping for you."
Then, with a slow, malicious smile that promised everything, Jihyo knelt on the cold kitchen floor. Her breasts swayed with the movement, a hypnotizing vision of surrender. She looked up at him while wetting her lips. Her hands went straight for his belt, unbuckling it with skilled fingers, her eyes fixed on the bulge that promised a wild fuck.
"Let me show you what a real blowjob feels like, baby..." she whispered, her voice laden with dirty promises. "Get ready to cum like never before. I'll make you forget any other girl's name."
"Wait... Seriously, Jihyo. I rushed over, I'm sweaty... it probably doesn't smell great down there. I don't want you to... I don't know."
Jihyo let out a low, guttural laugh, a sound from deep in her throat. "Oh, stop being so prissy, Adrian. I love the smell of a sweaty cock. Smells like a real man, like built-up lust. Makes me want to swallow you down to the balls even more. Now stop stalling and let me see that dick."
Without ceremony, she unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers down in one motion. And then it sprang out, like a trapped animal—a monstrously huge cock, the kind you only see in porn. It was as thick as her wrist, with bulging blue veins pulsing under the tight, reddish skin. The head, bulbous and swollen, glistened under the kitchen light, a translucent drop of pre-cum already leaking from the slit and dripping onto the floor.
The smell hit her nostrils like a punch—an intense, musky aroma, a mix of pure sweat, skin, and the slightly sweet odor of semen that now flowed more freely, forming a sticky trail along the shaft. Jihyo froze for a split second, her wide eyes fixed on the sight that was both terrifying and hypnotizing. Her heart raced, and a chill ran down her spine, followed by a wave of damp heat between her legs. That thing looked capable of tearing anything apart.
Adrian watched her reaction with a smug smile, his heavy hand landing on her head. "Well? Scared? Now you see why Tzu was afraid?"
Jihyo regained her composure in the blink of an eye, her hands closing around the base, her fingers barely able to wrap around the circumference. "Scared? This is a dream come true, baby. Tzu probably took one look at this monster and fainted, the poor thing." (She tilted her head and, with the tip of her tongue, licked the salty, bitter drop from the tip, a shudder running through her body.) "Mmm... fuck, Adrian. Tastes like a real man... delicious."
Without further ado, she launched herself at him with the hunger of a wild animal. Her mouth closed around the swollen head, sucking hard as a wet, obscene noise filled the kitchen. Saliva dripped copiously from the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin, neck, and the breasts swaying below. She tried to bury her face, taking more and more, until the head hit the back of her throat, triggering a gag reflex that made her eyes water. She didn't pull back; instead, it turned her on even more.
Jihyo gasped for air when she pulled back for a moment, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening cock. "Oh, fuck... it's so big, my God! It's gonna tear my throat open, this monster!"
Adrian's hands dug into her hair, pulling with brutal force. "Yeah, you fucking whore! Swallow it! Take it all, you slut! She never... she would never have the guts to do this! But you... you were made for this! For deep-throating a cock all the way!"
His hips began to move, thrusting his dick deep into her throat in a wild, irregular rhythm. The groans that escaped him were rough, primal. Jihyo moaned in response, a muffled, strangled sound, her own hands going to her soaked pussy, rubbing her clit through the wet fabric of her thong. She was being used, reduced to a hole to fuck, and that was exactly what she'd always wanted—to be the bitch in heat for a cock that was too much for the innocent girlfriend. The betrayal wasn't a burden; it was an aphrodisiac.
The sound of wet gags and animalistic grunts filled the kitchen. Adrian, now completely consumed by desire, had turned into a beast.
"Yeah, you slut! Lick the head! Lick it all!" he growled, forcing her head down as he fucked Jihyo's mouth with brutal thrusts.
Jihyo panted, drooling profusely. Saliva ran in silvery strings from the stretched corners of her mouth, dripping onto her exposed breasts and forming a puddle on the wooden floor. "Mmm... your dick is so good, Adrian! Fill my mouth with your cum, come on!" she moaned, her voice hoarse and distorted by the member fucking her face.
Adrian yanked her hair back hard, exposing her neck. "You're such a slut, aren't you? You love getting your face fucked! Not like that innocent virgin you call your friend!"
"She doesn't know what's good! Only I know how to please a real man!" Jihyo choked out between gags, her hands gripping Adrian's thighs with desire.
The feeling of total control was intoxicating for Adrian. He picked up the pace, his thighs slapping hard against her face. "I'm gonna drown you in my cum, you bitch in heat! Take it! Take it all!"
The warning came as a roar. Adrian's body stiffened, his fingers digging into Jihyo's scalp. "I'M GONNA CUM! OPEN THAT WHORE'S MOUTH WIDE!"
The first shot was an explosion. A thick, white, hot jet hit the back of Jihyo's throat, making her choke violently. The strong, salty taste flooded her palate.
"YES! SWALLOW IT ALL, YOU SLUT!" Adrian roared, his hips convulsing uncontrollably.
More jets followed, each more intense than the last. Jihyo tried to swallow, but the volume was enormous. Cum started leaking from her swollen lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her swaying breasts. The sight was obscene—her face and tits were being painted white with Adrian's seed.
"Mmm... give me more! Mark me as your whore!" she moaned, trying to lick the pulsating head of his cock as she was bathed in semen.
Adrian held her in place, emptying every last drop inside her. When he was finally done, he released her, panting. Jihyo spat out some of the fluid, gasping for air, strings of cum still connecting her lips to his throbbing dick.
With a lewd smile, she licked her lips and chin, savoring the taste. "So good... Tzu will never know you shot gallons of cum down my throat." Her hands went to her shorts. "Now it's my turn. I want your dick again, but this time, you're gonna fuck my pussy. I want you to fuck me until I scream."
"That's some good fucking cum..." she murmured, slowly running her tongue over her lips to catch the last drops. Her lust-filled eyes fixed on Adrian's softening cock. "But we can't risk it, can we? Imagine if poor Tzu found out I'm pregnant with her boyfriend's baby... that I got pregnant by her boyfriend." A cruel smile played on her swollen lips.
She stood up with feline grace, her hips swaying intentionally as she walked to the utensil drawer. With a familiar motion, she grabbed a discreet package hidden behind bags of rice.
"Look what I keep for emergencies..." she whispered, returning with a black condom in her hand. "Especially for cocks like yours, baby."
Adrian watched, fascinated, as she tore the wrapper with her teeth, never breaking eye contact. Her agile fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of his semi-hard dick, making it twitch immediately.
"You like it when I touch you, don't you?" she teased, her warm fingers wrapping firmly around him. "Unlike Tzu, I'm not afraid to handle a real cock."
As she unrolled the latex slowly and methodically, Adrian felt his member hardening completely under her expert touch. Within seconds, he was back at full mast—grotesquely large, veiny, and threatening.
"Look at that..." Jihyo admired, giving the tip a light lick before finishing. "Good boy. Now you're ready to fuck me like I deserve."
She stood up, pulling her tiny thong aside to reveal her swollen, wet lips. "And I... am more than ready for you."
Without wasting a second, Jihyo pulled Adrian forcefully toward the couch, making him fall seated onto it. His legs spread automatically, revealing his dick sheathed in black latex, pulsing aggressively.
With a quick motion, she tore off her soaked thong, tossing it aside. Her pussy was exposed—slightly hairy, yes, but swollen and red with excitement, her inner pink lips glistening with her fluids.
"Come here, you fucking whore!" Adrian growled, his thick hands grabbing her waist with near-brutal force.
Jihyo obeyed immediately, mounting him with the confidence of a cowgirl born to ride. She guided the swollen, purple head of his cock to the entrance of her body, which was already pulsing in anticipation.
"Come on, shove it all in this slut!" she yelled, starting to lower herself.
But then came the physical reality, cruel and unexpected.
"OH, FUCK!" Jihyo screamed, her eyes widening in genuine pain.
Her pussy was naturally tight—the kind that could barely accommodate three fingers—and Adrian's cock was simply monstrous. Thick as an energy drink can and veiny, his member wasn't just entering; it was tearing, stretching virgin tissue that had never known such invasion.
"Stop... oh God, stop..." she moaned, tears involuntarily streaming down her face as she descended another centimeter, feeling her inner walls tearing with a burning sensation that mixed agony and perverse pleasure.
Adrian felt the insane pressure enveloping his dick. It was like being squeezed by a fist of hot, wet flesh, so tight it almost hurt.
"HOLY SHIT, JIHYO! Your pussy's like a fucking vise!" he roared, his fingers digging into her fleshy buttocks. "Squeeze it harder, you slut! Crush my cock!"
With a brutal motion, he thrust his hips upward, forcing a few more inches into her contorting body. The sound that escaped Jihyo was between a scream and a moan—guttural, primal.
"IT'S TEARING ME APART! MY GOD, IT'S TEARING ME!" she cried, her face still stained with cum now soaked with tears.
But even through the excruciating pain, her hips didn't stop moving. Each descent was deliberate torture, each time his cock hit the depths of her womb was a stab of pleasure through the pain.
"DON'T STOP, YOU ANIMAL! FUCK MY TORN-UP PUSSY! RIP ME APART MORE!" she screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders as blood began to mix with her fluids, staining the black condom red.
Adrian, completely consumed by instinct, dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Jihyo's breasts with a force that would make any other woman scream in pain. Her nipples, already sensitive, turned red and stretched under the cruel pressure.
"Come on, you slut! Ride this dick!" he growled, pulling her down with brutal force as she rode him.
Jihyo moaned loudly, a mix of agony and ecstasy. "Yes! Like that! Fuck me raw, Adrian!"
They found an animalistic rhythm. Each of Jihyo's descents was an act of pure masochism, feeling his grotesquely large member dilating her sensitive flesh to the limit. The pain was sharp, a constant burn that transformed into perverse pleasure every time the base of his cock rubbed against her swollen clit.
"YES! SCREAM LOUDER! LET THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD KNOW YOU'RE A SLUT!" Adrian yelled, his hand smacking the white flesh of her ass with force, leaving a red handprint.
Jihyo screamed, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I AM! I'M YOUR SLUT! YOUR WHORE! USE ME! RUIN ME!"
Sweat dripped down their bodies, making their skin slippery. The smell of sex and violence filled the air. Adrian spanked her repeatedly, each slap harder than the last, marking her skin as his property.
"TZU..." he panted, his eyes glazed over, "...WOULD NEVER... HANDLE... THIS!"
With one last brutal thrust, he forced her all the way down, burying himself to the hilt. Jihyo howled, her body arching in a spasm of pain and pleasure so intense it made her see stars. She was completely open, completely filled, completely destroyed by him. And she loved every second.
Adrian, seized by a primitive sexual fury, was no longer content with her relative passivity on top. He wanted total dominance, absolute possession.
With a guttural snarl, he lifted her off abruptly, his cock slipping out with a wet, obscene sound. Before Jihyo could even catch her breath, he carried her to the kitchen and threw her face-down onto the table. Plates and cutlery flew to the side, crashing to the floor with loud bangs and shattering. He positioned her by the hips, leaving her ass raised and exposed, her red, swollen pussy still visibly pulsating in the air.
"Arch your back properly, you bitch!" he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust and rage.
Positioning himself behind her, he guided the tip of his monstrous cock to her already stretched entrance. Without ceremony, he thrust in with all his force, a single deep stroke that split her in half.
"AAAAH! FUCK, ADRIAN! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART INSIDE!" Jihyo screamed, her nails scratching the wooden table, her eyes wide with pure pain.
Ignoring her screams, he established a brutal rhythm. His hips slammed against her ass with a sound of flesh hitting flesh, each impact sending a wave of agony through her body. His thickness seemed to rip every inch of her vaginal canal, pounding against her cervix with a violence that made her see white.
"CRY MORE! YOUR TIGHT PUSSY IS MINE NOW!" he yelled, pulling her hair back so hard she thought he'd rip it out. His free hand spanked her ass without mercy, leaving red and purple marks that throbbed in sync with his thrusts.
Between tears and choked sobs, Jihyo moaned: "Oh, stop for a bit... no, keep going! It hurts but it feels so good, damn it!". Her body was a battlefield between excruciating pain and a deep, perverse pleasure. Her pussy, traitorously, clenched around him, growing wetter, involuntarily lubricating its own destruction.
After minutes of uninterrupted violence, Adrian flipped her over forcefully, laying her on her back on the table now dirty with sweat and lubrication. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, bending her almost in half, completely exposing her.
"LOOK AT ME!" he ordered, his eyes flashing with lascivious fury. "LOOK AT ME WHILE I FINISH YOU OFF!"
He thrust with renewed aggression, the sound of wet bodies colliding filling the kitchen. Jihyo bit her own lip, the taste of metal mixing with salty tears. The pain was almost unbearable, a tearing pressure that threatened to split her in two. But at the peak of her suffering, something burst inside her.
Her body arched violently, a guttural, hoarse scream escaping her throat. "AHHHH, I'M CUMMING! YOUR DICK DESTROYED ME! MADE ME CUM!"
An intense wave of pleasure, as overwhelming as the pain, coursed through her body. Her pussy contracted in uncontrollable spasms around his cock, and a hot jet of fluids squirted out, drenching him and the table beneath her. It was an orgasm of total surrender, of pure physical annihilation. She screamed, her body convulsing under his, completely broken and dominated.
The change was abrupt. Adrian rolled to the side, lying behind her on the dining table now soaked with sweat. He brutally lifted one of her legs, spreading it at an even more vulnerable angle. His cock entered at a new angle, scraping against the already sensitive inner walls of her pussy. It was a searing pain, as if he were reopening wounds, but each thrust now hit a deep spot that sent electric waves of pleasure down her spine, a perverse counterpoint to the agony.
"TAKE IT, YOU SLUT!" he snarled in her ear, his teeth sinking into her neck and shoulders, leaving purple marks that would last for days. One of his hands gripped a breast with full force, squeezing the flesh as if trying to extract milk, while the other held her hip, guiding the thrusts with brutal force. The table shook, threatening to collapse.
"More... fuck, more!" Jihyo screamed, her voice ragged with exhaustion and pain transformed into ecstasy. "DESTROY ME!"
He fucked her like that for a timeless stretch, until another roar escaped his chest. "I'M GONNA CUM, YOU WHORE!"
In a fluid motion of pure brute strength, he pulled her off the table and threw her on all fours onto the cold kitchen floor. Before she could recover, he interlaced her arms behind her back, holding them like handcuffs, forcing her shoulders back and arching her back in a way that left her completely immobile and exposed. The penetration that followed was the most violent of all. Each thrust was a dry, deep blow, his throbbing cock slamming against her cervix with a force that made her see white. The pain was so intense she cried, salty tears streaming down her already dirty face, mixing with the rough moans she could no longer control.
"TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM, YOU SLUT!" Adrian roared, his body stiffening in a final spasm. He buried himself to the balls, and Jihyo felt his cock pulsing violently inside her, the condom filling with hot, thick jets that seemed endless. The sensation of being filled so brutally, combined with the extreme pain, triggered her own orgasm—a convulsive, painful explosion that made her scream and tremble uncontrollably, her body betrayed by pleasure at the peak of suffering.
They collapsed together on the floor, a panting tangle of sweaty limbs and pain. Jihyo's pussy throbbed in an agonizing rhythm, swollen, bruised, feeling every millimeter of the violence she'd endured like a deep burn. She felt opened, used, and altered forever. And as she turned her head and met Adrian's animalistic, satisfied gaze, a slow, victorious smile spread across her face. She had succeeded. She had proven she was everything Tzuyu wasn't.
The twilight painted the living room in orange hues when Tzuyu walked in, exhausted. Her bag felt heavy on her shoulder, just like Mina's words.
"Adrian!" she exclaimed, genuine happy surprise in her voice. "What a shock! What are you doing here so early?"
He stood up from the couch, his smile a bit tense at the corners. "The boss let everyone out early. And I... well, I missed you. Thought I'd surprise you." He approached and wrapped her in a hug, but his body felt somewhat stiff.
Tzuyu sank into the hug, breathing deeply. "That's nice... I was thinking about you too." She rose on her toes for a kiss, soft and brief. But something felt different. "Hmm, did you have juice? Your taste is... different."
Adrian pulled back slightly, a quick shadow passing over his eyes. "Oh, really? Didn't notice. Must be the gross soda from the cafeteria." He brought his hand to his mouth, as if he could wipe away the trace. "Jihyo's home, but she said she's not feeling well. Went to her room to rest."
Immediate concern erased Tzuyu's slight suspicion. "Oh, poor thing. I'll go check on her, okay? Just a minute."
"Tzu, wait..." Adrian tried, but she was already climbing the stairs with the agility of someone who knew every step.
At the bedroom door, she knocked lightly. "Jihyo? Are you okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushed the door open.
What she saw made her freeze dead in her tracks. Jihyo was coming out of the connected bathroom, completely naked, her skin pink and damp. The soft lamplight mercilessly illuminated the marks on her body: purple bruises in the shape of fingers on her breasts, a red scratch on her hip, and the lips of her pussy visibly swollen and red, with an irritation that spoke of brutal use.
"JIHYO!" Tzuyu shrieked, shock making her voice sharp. "Oh my God! What happened to you? Who did this to your breasts? And... your... your groin... it's all bruised!"
Jihyo didn't seem embarrassed. With calculated slowness, she picked up a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around her body, not rushing to fully cover the evidence.
"You're overreacting, Tzu. Chill out," she said with a rough laugh. "I was just... having fun by myself. Sometimes I get carried away, you know? I get horny, my ex is far away... I end up overdoing it with the squeezing. And down there... well, the toys in the drawer don't have much mercy, do they?" She winked, an obscene and cynical gesture. "You, with your little virgin saint body, probably don't understand what it's like to have real fire, huh?"
Tzuyu blushed, the explanation hitting her like a punch. It was plausible, coming from Jihyo. "But... but you hurt yourself so badly..." she stammered, genuine pity mixed with growing discomfort. "You must miss your boyfriend so much... It's understandable."
Jihyo let out a laugh that sounded fake and sharp. "Miss him? Oh, Tzu, you're so naive... But you, you have your warm Adrian waiting downstairs." She lay on the bed, the towel dangerously loosening, her gaze fixed on Tzuyu like a predator's. "A good man, the kind who can handle the action... when he has a real woman to keep up, of course. You should take advantage of that more. Before he... well, before he decides to find a hobby that's not just movie-style kissing."
The words, laden with double meaning, hung in the air. Tzuyu felt a chill down her spine. "I... I'll go back to him," she murmured, retreating toward the door, her mind a confusion of worry, violated innocence, and a nebulous suspicion that insisted on forming.
"Bye, sweetie," Jihyo sing-songed, turning her back. "Tell Adrian that... that I'll get better soon."
Tzuyu walked down the stairs slowly, each step echoing the unease now dwelling in her chest. Adrian's smile waiting for her on the couch no longer felt so comforting. Something was wrong. She just didn't know what.
"Alive" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 10
ft. TWICE's Yoo Jeongyeon (x Male Reader)
WORD COUNT: 3764
REQUESTED BY: @chuwiwie
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DESCRIPTION: Jeongyeon has been married for years, now her husband cheats on her saying her body is not it used to be. She decided to go to her high-school reunion to distract herself. There she found her first love, YN... but the shy guy that she knew was replaced by a buff, tall and handsome man - where they start to link again.
=== START ===
Jeongyeon loved her husband deeply. They had been together for five years before getting married, and soon after, they were blessed with a child.
To be honest, it wasn’t her husband’s looks that first captured her heart. His face was ordinary — pleasant but not striking. What truly drew Jeongyeon in was his personality. He was kind, grounded, and sincere, the kind of man who reminded her of her father — gentle yet strong in his convictions.
She always believed that genuine character could outshine any handsome face. And that’s why she was proud of her choice — to spend her life with a man who wasn’t perfect, but who had once made her feel perfectly loved.
But one day, things began to change.
Jeongyeon started noticing small shifts — subtle, almost unnoticeable at first. Her husband began pulling away. He no longer greeted her with warmth before leaving for work. The cheerful hums and daily “I love you”s faded into silence. His smiles became rare, his patience thinner. Even their quiet moments together disappeared.
At first, she brushed it off, thinking he was simply tired from work. But after days of coldness, it became unbearable. The breaking point came when he shouted at her — over something trivial. It was the first time he had ever raised his voice to her.
That night, Jeongyeon confronted him.
“What’s wrong with you, Minhyuk? You’ve been so distant lately.”
“There’s nothing wrong,” he said flatly.
“Oh, don’t lie to me. I can see it. I can feel it!”
He sighed. “You’re probably just stressed from motherhood, Jeong.”
Her heart sank. “And who gave me this life, Minhyuk? You did. I’m doing my best for our child and for you. But why can’t you let me do the same for you? Don’t I have that right as your wife?”
He avoided her gaze. “I can handle things on my own.”
“You really make it seem like you don’t need me at all,” she whispered.
“Are you going to keep pushing this?” he snapped.
“Just tell me the truth!” she cried.
His expression hardened. “Fine. You want to know the truth? You’re different now, Jeong. You’re not the same woman I fell in love with.”
Her world froze. “W-what do you mean?”
“You’ve changed. You’re… not as attractive as you were before.”
Jeongyeon felt her heart crack. The man she loved most had just said the cruelest thing imaginable. She held back her tears, standing there in silence as he grabbed his keys and left the house.
That night, Jeongyeon sat alone, replaying his words over and over.
Days later, she discovered the final blow — messages on his phone. He had been talking to other women, paying them for companionship. Her body went numb. The disgust, the betrayal, the humiliation — it was all too much.
When he returned home that evening, she could barely look at him. She said nothing, only watched him leave again, the sound of the closing door echoing through the emptiness of their once warm home.
That night, Jeongyeon wandered outside to attend her alma maters' school reunion. She found herself sitting alone in a quiet playground. The swings creaked softly in the night breeze — the same place that once reminded her of happiness, now drenched in loneliness.
As she sat there, tears streaming down her cheeks, she felt someone’s presence nearby.
“Jeong? Oh my God… it’s really you!”
She looked up, startled. A man stood there, you who smiling in disbelief.
“I-I’m sorry, do I know you?” she asked, her voice trembling.
You let out a small, nervous laugh. “Come on, Jeong. It’s me. YN from senior high?”
Her eyes widened when she recognized that very familiar name from the past. “Y–YN?”
“In the flesh,” you said softly, smiling.
Jeongyeon could hardly believe it. It had been over ten years since she last saw you — the quiet, shy boy from high school who once meant the world to her. But you weren’t that timid boy anymore. You were confident, mature, and somehow even more familiar than ever.
You talked for hours. You told her about your life abroad — how you had built a stable career and returned to Korea after years of living overseas. Fate, it seemed, had led you back to her.
When you noticed her tear-streaked face, your expression softened. “What happened, Jeong?” you asked gently.
And so, she told you everything.
She spoke about the distance that grew between her and Minhyuk, the hurtful words, and the betrayal that shattered their marriage. You listened quietly, brows furrowed, jaw tightening in anger and sympathy.
When she finally broke down, you pulled her gently into your arms. “You didn’t deserve that, Jeong. Not from him.”
She shook her head weakly. “Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I changed too much after giving birth. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t love me anymore.”
“Don’t say that,” you told her firmly. “You didn’t change — you grew. That’s what life does. But what’s inside you, that kindness, that warmth — it’s still there. I can see it. I always have.”
She smiled faintly through her tears. “You and your kind words… you haven’t changed either.”
You chuckled softly. “Maybe not. I still remember how you lent me your jacket back in school after I got splashed by that car. You were the first person who ever showed me real kindness.”
She looked at you, touched by the memory. “I missed you,” she whispered.
“I missed you too,” you said, your voice almost breaking.
A silence settled between you — one filled with unspoken words, regret, and the faint spark of something that had never truly faded.
Then, Jeongyeon spoke again, her voice low. “You still carry it, don’t you? What we had back then.”
You hesitated. “Jeong…”
“I know you do,” she continued softly.
You took a deep breath. “I shouldn’t say this. You’re still married—”
“Not for long,” she interrupted. “You know what, fuck him… he gave up on me first.”
You remained silent, as your eyes soften and frowned to keep the emotions into you. “I’m already close to your heart again, YN. It’s right here, let it be.”
You couldn’t take it anymore. You pulled Jeongyeon to a feisty kiss. Your lips gnawed at their plumpness, tongues snaking at one another in the middle. Both of you welcomed that what could’ve it been of your past.
Pressing your forehead to her, you sighed heavily and both were shutting their eyes. Your hands held her side with tenderness. Jeongyeon let herself be satisfied at the consecutive I love yous you’ve been whispering to her.
Those words she’d been wanting to receive that was given to her by someone she remembered to be the real evidence of what a perfect man is made her forget completely about her husband for now. She didn’t cared anymore, what matters right now is she have you again, and if this is the way to celebrate your reunion with her then she would gladly take it just to ease her personal problems.
Jeongyeon pushed you to lay down on the couch. Straddling you, she took off your shirt and paused to admire your enhanced physique. She caressed your abs and bloated pecs in fascination.
She then ducked forward and started peppering your body with her needy kisses. You only moaned at the sensation of her lips marking every spot of your skin she can find. Her hair was bunched around your hands to encourage her for more.
Jeongyeon stopped her rain of smooches to raise her body back up and have you watch you undress herself. Stripping away the sweaters and the black C-cup bra she’s wearing, her bare body matches yours. To compare, they’re just as healthier, sexy, and tasty to view at.
“Your husband is such a dumbass.” You grabbed both of her hanging tits that made Jeongyeon yelp. “Sucks of him to despise woman who gained size. He completely missed the wonders thickness can still bring to you.” You massaged her breasts while cupping them, running your thumb through her areola and hardened nipples.
The squeeze you attempted to do made Jeongyeon to yelp again but fade into embarrassment quickly as she saw you get shocked when something came out of her tits. You smirked when you confirmed it more that she’s carrying milk on these jugs. “Turns out, my example just got even more perfect.”
You pulled her arm into yours to lean at you sideways. Grasping her one breast, you captured the awaiting nipple with your hand. Jeongyeon moaned at the aggressiveness of your devouring.
“Mhmmm… y-you love my tits?” She asked as she watched you feed like a baby.
“Oh definitely.” You said as you drank the collected milk in your mouth. “I suppose your husband wasn’t a boobs type of guy.” She couldn’t answer, maybe from guilt. It’s not that her breasts weren’t captivating before she gave birth, but she did observed that her husband was simply sloppy in sex.
Her silence was a yes to you, but you didn’t cared much of it. You wouldn’t allow the thought of that guy distract you from deliciously tasting Jeongyeon’s big tits. Jeongyeon was eliciting lewd noises whenever she felt your lips apply a pressure at your sucking.
“D-do the other one. They’re all yours.” She initiated to offer the next. And so you claimed them by yourself just like what she wanted. You continued drinking her milk on her right breast while you kneaded the other one with your manly hands.
“Did you just had a baby?” You asked her after licking a drop of milk about to drop from her nipple. She nodded in response. “How old?”
“He’s about to turn 11 months soon.”
“He’s starting to grow up fast.” You said. “Well, if he comes to not need this anymore, I’ll volunteer to replace him.” Her breasts were tugged and palmed. She whimpered and nodded again. “Y-yes, but please do more to me. I need you so bad.”
“Your wish is my command, my lady.” You rolled away to stand up in your couch. Unzipping your pants and drag them down, Jeongyeon almost salivated at the outline of your manhood through the boxers. “Take them off, I wanna see it.”
You released them from its confines. Jeongyeon dreamily wandered her eyes around the shape of your cock. She reached for it, the gentleness of her hand shuddered you. “You’re totally packing even down here.”
“Oh girl, I’ve always been like that back when I don’t have any of these” You referred to your toned torso.
“Damn it, I had to lose you and this for 10 years?” She raised your cock between her fist in disbelief.
“Don’t worry, it’s you and us only right now. I’ll be here to let you do whatever you’ve wanted, this is yours only after all.”
Jeongyeon started ahead, she jerks off your cock before taking you into her mouth. You sighed as you indulge to the feeling. Every bob of her head was slow and patient, she really wanted to savor this moment of finally having you by herself, the one thing she failed to have before.
“Yeah, fuck you’re such a great cockwarmer. Yeah, that’s it.” You said as you hold her head while you thrust into her face. Gawking and sticky sounds were being created at the movement of your cock going back and forth to her slutty mouth. Your tip was trying to barge into her throat the further you went.
Observing her face, you didn’t want to force her much already. You gave her a breather by slipping her out of your cock. Jeongyeon almost teared up again and her mouth coated with spit as she relaxed herself while pumping your cock to no absence.
“Mmmm I knew I picked the right boy back then. Type of yours who hides massive secret beneath those tame behavior, but I never imagined it this huge.” Jeongyeon grinned, watching her hands glide around your length. “How about these? You saved them all just for me?” She said as she lifted your testicles gently atop of your hands.
“I do masturbate but I never gave it to anybody than you.” You confessed.
“Who do you think of while you’re doing it then?” A tinge of jealousy was obvious on Jeongyeon’s tone. Even her stare at you, those seductive and mean eyes flicked upwards towards you looked so hot while she’s down there playing with your cock like it’s her toy.
“O-okay, you got me. Some celebrities.” She hissed after that.
“But I never imagined them servicing my cock as excellent as you.”
“Nice save.” She said, smirking at you before she took aback when she had your ballsack around her mouth. “I’ll do it for you whenever you want, so forget their famous bodies anymore.” She alternated through each pair, ensuring they’ll be as wet and sticky as your cock. You pushed Jeongyeon’s face away from your manhood and lifted her chin to have her look at you.
“Enough of my cock. I want us to remain focused on you.” You led Jeongyeon to your bedroom. She was spun around, her back pressing your front as your arms sneak around her arms to cup her tits again.
“This is still about you, okay? Just like what I said, I want to do everything just to make you feel you are worth it, including this.” You kissed her cheek and Jeongyeon fluttered at your intimacy.
“Their weight, their roundness, and the richness of the milk they keep.” You fondled her breasts alternately. Jeongyeon could only look at your hands playing with her assets as it sprays calcium in your fingers and on the floor. “Your husband could’ve shared this with your kid, but again he’s too blind to stare at them.” You made Jeongyeon slurp her milk on your fingers.
“And this?” You traced her curves down to her waist’s width. Her small belly bloat didn’t survived from his active hands, groping them as well and toyed with it. “He whine like a bitch just for this?”
Jeongyeon almost crack out of laughter at your random roast at his pathetic husband. “You know what makes you hotter even more, Jeong? You turned out more into my ideal woman nowadays, someone with a nice curve and enough thickness as this.” You patted her belly and gave her another kiss again in the head.
“You forgot something, I see.” Her pants were unbuttoned and removed, revealing her center covered in her black panties. “They’re better off. Your clothing doesn’t give justice to the gifts of your body.” You remained kneeling down her, Jeongyeon is still flushed having other man aside from her husband inspecting her naked body, this should’ve been his responsibility to praise her body no matter what but he failed.
Fortunately, she still has you who is willing to shower her with compliments and boost her confidence more. That’s why she just calmed down from her stature as she lets you roam your hands below.
“Supple thighs, long legs…” You sniffed on her body. “Rich ass, and that leaking… fat pussy of yours.” You stared at the spot that makes the plumpness of her vaginal lips visible through the cloth. Your words turns her on even more, her legs trembling at the continuous gushing of her fluids.
“What a fumble of him. Jeongyeon, you’re such a whole package I can ever dream of having a wife material.” You slapped her ass that made her elicit a sound. Removing her undies as well, you squished her rear again before standing back up and lift her one leg.
Jeongyeon couldn’t believe it. She’s even about to commit a sin just like her husband. Sure, he cheated and she hates him for it, but she’s clearly doing the same that fumes her off. To gaslight herself and ease her frustrations, she’s rather convincing herself that this is just a revenge after all.
“Put it on me, please. I want to feel you inside.” She begged.
“Don’t worry, darling. I will stretch you up your husband’s shape left in this hole will be gone in an instant.” You slowly inserted your cock through her pussy. “And all you can think for yourself every night while he sleeps beside you dreaming of another woman is how my cock tells you that you always belong to me.”
Jeongyeon whimpered as her walls felt your cock stuffing her up, your foreskin and every inch grinding into her soft muscles. Your balls slap through her pussy with every thrust. The woman is no longer in despair from her troubles with her husband, right now she’s in euphoria of sex from another man.
Her boobs bounce freely with every thrust you take her. You kissed Jeongyeon shortly before letting her view how her pussy fully accepts your cock doing its task to make this woman remember her worth. The endurance of your hand hooking the pit of her knee is fine, but you wanted to take Jeongyeon to other levels of being at one.
You pushed Jeongyeon at the bed, her entire behind in your sight. Her ass was eaten delightfully by you that made Jeongyeon roll her eyes when your jaws wave through the crack of her valleys. Your cock resumed its ramming into her core, her ass bumps into your groin as you pound her rear.
Pulling her hair to make the position rowdy and hot, Jeongyeon’s horny face was raised from the mattress. She was rolled in reverse, you jumped onto her and returned your cock back in her pussy. Jeongyeon was fucked in a missionary, but then it slowly went challenging as her legs were slowly being bent as you lean forward to take her lips.
Her feet flails in the air and the bed creaks at the force of your thrusts into her. You went to the other side of the bed where you are straight onto her head, you dragged her body close to yours. Making her lay completely on the middle of the bed, you quickly topped her body and presented your cock above her face while you are at the level of her pussy. In a reverse 69, you hump as she swallows your cock while you lap at her pussy until both of you satisfyingly let out your first orgasm.
Jeongyeon collected your cum before gulping it down to her throat, doing the same for her. You swayed your hips to rub your cock around her face before removing yourself from her. Standing again at the side of the bed, you carefully pulled Jeongyeon again and arrange her so that she’s upside down leaning at the bedside. Squatting above her, you pointed your cock downward straight to her pink cavern and Jeongyeon watched in shock at your crotch bouncing up and down while being in this rare position.
“Oh my God, you’re going into places my husband couldn’t reach.” Jeongyeon bit her lips. “Fuck fuck fuck what the hell did you just put us in, it feels so good!”
“Am I filling you up to the brim?”
“God, yes! Ugh mhm keep fucking me like that, I love your big cock going deep into my pussy.”
“Yeah that felt so good? I bet your husband lacks skills in sex.”
“Let’s stop talking about him anymore because yours is miles better!”
“Well, let me do you one because I’m about to fucking cum.” You said as you speed up your bounce at her thighs as you held her hamstrings. “Look at you, that’s where you belong. A milf in ecstasy, loosed up, and submissively getting railed by a real man who sincerely appreciates you. I’m glad you let me be the one to give what you desire for, Jeong. Take my gift in return, and you can have many of it anytime!”
“Yes yes yes, ngh I’ll take it all, YN! Give me everything!”
“Raaahhh I’m cumming!”
“Oh… hmmm oh yeah. Ugh.” You took out your cock and aimed it to her face below. A load of thick, warm, and salty cum spluttered all through Jeongyeon as you sat there at the mattress releasing all of them. As you finished, Jeongyeon readjusted herself and laid her back entirely at the carpet with her legs occupying the space beside you.
You helped Jeongyeon up from the floor, gently lifting her by the arms until she sat beside you, facing the other way. Reaching out, you brushed your hand against her cheek, your eyes filled with quiet regret.
“I’m sorry if it seemed like I took advantage of this moment,” you began softly. “Please see this as my way of making amends for the past. I truly regret not choosing you, Jeong. I know we ended things too quickly. I made that choice for my own reasons, but I want you to believe that I always wished things could’ve been different. You must’ve known it, from the way I cared for you back then.”
Jeongyeon took your hand, resting it against her shoulder before leaning her cheek on it. “I’ve moved on from the pain, don’t worry,” she murmured. “But… it should have been you.” Her voice trembled as emotion broke through. “I never said it before because I didn’t have the right. What we had was never official, but I was heartbroken when you left. I tried to move on, I met my husband… but now I realize, no one could ever compare to you.”
You nodded, a faint, relieved smile forming. “How about him? What will you do now?”
“I’m going to file for divorce,” she said with quiet determination. “And I’ll fight for custody of my child. He has to face the consequences of breaking what we built.”
“I’ll support you through it, Jeong. You don’t deserve someone like him. This is the right decision.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she embraced you. “Thank you for coming back, YN… for reminding me what it feels like to be alive again. And thank you for giving us another chance to finish what we started.”
You held her close, a warm peace settling over you. Ten years without her had been a kind of silent torture — but now that she was here again, searching for real love and hope, you promised yourself you wouldn’t let her face it alone this time.
Staying for Jeongyeon was all that mattered. Even if it meant new responsibilities, you wouldn’t mind. After all, leaving her once to chase your dreams didn’t mean she was never part of them.
Now, at last, you had the chance to give her the future she always deserved — one filled with love, trust, and a new beginning.
=== END ===
Jeongyeon sighs as she holds your head between her quivering legs, her thick thighs squeezing around your ears. You dutifully eat her sopping pussy out, your tongue lapping at her salty warmth while she moans. Jeongyeon shudders as you devour her dripping folds, don't stop! 😩
Hwasa's eyes widened as she saw the fan edits on her boyfriend's phone, her cheeks flushing pink. "Wow, so many people like my photos enough to edit them... It makes me feel a bit naughty." She smirked, glancing down at the tent forming in his pants.
"Oh my, seems like you really like these edits too..." She trailed a finger along the outline of his erection, feeling it throb under her touch. "Does it turn you on knowing all these strangers are imagining fucking me?"
Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper as she leaned in close. "I bet they'd love to see me naked, to touch my body, to taste every inch of my skin..." She licked her lips slowly, her gaze locked onto his. "Do you wish you were one of those strangers, baby? Do you want to be one of the guys fantasizing about me?"
Hwasa continued to tease him, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered sinful promises. "Maybe I should make some more edits for you, just for your eyes only. I could pose like this," she said, cupping her breasts and pushing them together, "or show off my ass like this..."
She turned around, bending over to give him an excellent view of her plump rear clad in tight jeans. "These fans don't know what they're missing, having my boyfriend's cock instead of their dirty imaginations." Her hand slipped into her pants, fingers dipping between her thighs as she let out a soft moan.
"God, touching myself while thinking about you getting off to these edits is so wrong... but I can't help it." She bit her lip, rocking her hips against her hand. "You're the only one who gets to fuck me, baby, but I wonder how it would feel with another man inside me, making me scream... Do you think about that too?" Hwasa looked back at her boyfriend with lust-filled eyes, wanting to push his fantasies even further.
He tried to stammer out an explanation, but it came out jumbled and unclear. "I-I mean, it's just... fan art, right? It's not like... I actually imagine anyone else touching you."
But his feeble denial was undermined by the prominent bulge still straining against his zipper. Hwasa raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. "Is that so? Then why don't you show me how much you care about me?"
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she spun around to face him once more. In one swift motion, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening cock. "Mmm, looks like you're not telling the truth, are you?" She stroked him slowly, her grip firm as she watched precum bead at the tip.
"I think you'd rather have your own hands on my body than some stranger's," she purred, guiding his fingers to cup her breasts. "Let's put those fantasies to rest, shall we?"
Hwasa stepped closer, pressing her pelvis against his, letting him feel the heat of her arousal through their clothing. "Show me how much you love me, in every way possible."
As Hwasa guided her boyfriend's hands, she shared a secret: "You know what really gets me going? Some fans get so bold they try to meet up with me... They want to 'talk' and 'take photos', but all I see is the hunger in their eyes." Her thumb swirled over the sensitive head of his cock, smearing the slickness.
"It makes me wet thinking about them touching me, getting off to the idea of having me..." She squeezed his shaft gently. "If only they knew you're the one I crave, the only one who satisfies me."
She released him with a pop, stepping back to shed her jacket. "Maybe next time I should wear something skimpier, just for you." Her black crop top clung to her curves as she revealed a lacy bra barely containing her breasts.
"Imagine if someone dared to grab me like this," Hwasa breathed, cupping herself, "pinching my nipples while I walk by, not caring who sees..." With a wink, she shimmied out of her pants, exposing her ass in tiny panties. "I bet some would want to bend me over and fuck me right there, no matter who watches."
Hwasa's hand wrapped around his thick cock once more, pumping it in long strokes as she spoke huskily, "Perhaps this fan, he's rougher than the rest. Grabbing me hard, squeezing my tits, his big hand between my legs... He doesn't ask, just takes what he wants."
Her grip tightened as she picked up the pace, her breath coming faster. "He ruts against me, grinds his bulge into mine, not caring if others see his excitement... And I let him, love the danger of it all."
She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. "I'd ride his cock right there, feeling every eye on us, imagining how many are jerking off to the sight of me getting fucked in public..." Her tongue darted out to taste the shell of his ear.
"Would you like that, baby? Watching strangers lust after me while I pleasure you?" Her thumb circled the sensitive underside of his shaft. "Tell me how naughty you want me to be." Hwasa looked up at him with a seductive smile, eager to push their limits further.
As she continued stroking him, Hwasa's boyfriend let out a needy moan, his hips bucking slightly into her hand. She chuckled, pleased by his reaction. "That's it, baby, let me hear you," she cooed, before sliding down to take him into her mouth.
Her warm lips enveloped his cock, and she began to suckle, her tongue swirling around the head. His fingers tangled in her hair as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass. "Mmm, you taste so good," she hummed around him.
Pulling back, she looked up, her eyes glazed with desire. "Imagine this is one of those fans, a stranger who just grabbed me and pushed his hard dick between my lips... Would you like that, knowing I'm servicing another man while thinking only of you?"
She took him back into her mouth, sucking harder, relishing his choked gasps. "I can picture it now: my skirt hiked up, panties down, ass in the air for him to use while he fucks my face..." Her hand slid between her thighs, fingering herself as she intensified her oral ministrations. "Do you wish I was that girl, baby?
Hwasa pulled off his cock with a wet pop, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen. "I bet this fan wouldn't stop there," she panted, "he'd bend me over a table or against the wall, thrusting deep and rough, claiming my pussy as his..."
Her fingers continued their frantic pace between her legs, her breathing heavy as she imagined the scenario. "He'd smack my ass, leaving marks, telling me what a dirty slut I am for loving his cock so much... And I'd beg for more, scream his name while you listen, knowing you're the only one I truly crave."
She sank back down on his erection, swallowing him once more. Her hand gripped the base, applying suction as she hollowed her cheeks. The lewd sounds of her oral pleasure filled the room as she fucked his mouth with her hand.
"I'd be such a good little cocksleeve for him, taking everything he gives me, just to make you jealous," she moaned around his length, sending vibrations through him. "Would you punish me after, or reward me for being so wicked?" Hwasa's eyes locked onto his, pleading and provocative at the same time.
As his hips began to jerk erratically, signaling his impending release, Hwasa pulled away with a teasing smile. She licked her lips slowly, tasting him. "Not yet, baby. We're having too much fun playing this game."
She rose gracefully to her feet, her body trembling slightly with arousal. "This fan, he's not done with me yet." Her hands roamed over her own curves, squeezing her breasts roughly. "He flips me onto my back, spreads my legs wide, and shoves his thick cock right into my dripping wet cunt..."
Hwasa's fingers plunged inside herself, mirroring the fantasy. "Yes! Just like that! Fuck me hard, stranger!" She arched off the bed, riding her own hand with abandon. "Make me scream your name!"
Her gaze never left her boyfriend, watching his reaction, savoring his frustration. "Do you wish you were him right now? Tearing me apart on his cock?" She circled her clit with her thumb. "Or do you prefer watching me get used by someone else?"
She crawled towards him, her body swaying seductively. "Maybe I should call out for another one...
Hwasa froze at the desperation in his voice, her breath catching. A thrill ran through her at the intensity of his desire. "Please, Hwasa... I need you," he begged, his eyes wild.
She leaned in, whispering, "You want it so badly, don't you? To see me defiled by some stranger's dick while you can only watch?" Her fingers stilled inside herself as she considered the power she held. "I could find someone, make you witness it all..."
Her other hand reached between them to stroke his rigid length once more. "But where's the fun in that when I'm right here?" With a wicked grin, she sank down on top of him, impaling herself on his throbbing cock in one swift motion.
As she rode him hard, moaning loudly, she whispered in his ear, "This is what you really crave, isn't it? Forcing my pussy open on an unknown man's member?" His hands gripped her hips tightly as she ground against him, taking him deep. "You're the only one who gets to fill me up, but let's pretend, just for a moment..."
With each thrust, Hwasa's words became more explicit and demanding. "I'm such a filthy slut, aren't I? Begging for this stranger's cock, getting off on the taboo of it all, while your touch is the only thing that truly satisfies me."
Her voice lowered to a husky purr as she spoke into his ear. "I wish you could see how wet I am, how much I love feeling this stranger take me, use me like the dirty little whore you know I am..." She rolled her hips, grinding her clit against him with each upward motion.
"I bet he's fucking me so hard right now, pounding into me like there's no tomorrow, filling me up with every inch of his cock," she moaned, her pace relentless. "Do you wish it was you, baby?"
She leaned back, bracing herself with one hand as she used her other to play with her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Maybe I should let another fan have their way with me... One who would make me come so hard I'd forget about you entirely." Her eyes narrowed, challenging him.
"But I'm here, aren't I?
Hwasa leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she began to ride him even harder, her body slick with sweat. "I want to hear you say it," she demanded, her voice a ragged whisper. "Beg for me to let that fan finish what he started."
Her nails dug into his chest as she circled her hips, taking him impossibly deep. "Imagine it, baby - this stranger pumping me full of his hot seed, marking me as his, while you're forced to watch..."
She slowed her movements, teasing him deliberately. "Tell me how badly you want to see me taken, used, and filled by someone else."
His breath caught as she squeezed around him. "I'll give you everything you need, but first..." She bit her lip, dragging out the suspense. "You have to beg me to be this fan's little cumslut."
He gasped out, "Please Hwasa, please let him cum inside you... Make me watch you get cream-pied..."
Hwasa shuddered at his words, a primal hunger stirring within her. With a throaty chuckle, she slammed down on him, riding him with wild abandon. "That's my good boy, now imagine him pulling out, thick ropes of cum painting my thighs and stomach..."
As her orgasm approached, she ground against him mercilessly. "I'm so close, baby... Imagine me screaming in pleasure as he fills me up, claiming me..."
With a cry, she came undone, her inner walls clenching tightly around him. "Fill me too, give me your seed! I need it all!" As her climax subsided, she collapsed onto him, panting heavily.
Through half-lidded eyes, she gazed at her boyfriend, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "Was that worth the wait?" She licked her thumb and reached between them, circling his clit with deliberate slowness.
"Come for me, thinking about who might be watching us now, imagining they could take me anytime they want..." Hwasa's fingers worked faster, pushing him over the edge. "Give it to me, baby."
His body tensed, and with a hoarse shout, he erupted, filling Hwasa with his hot cum. She rode out the last of his spasms, reveling in the feeling of his release inside her.
With a satisfied sigh, she rolled off him, spreading her legs wide to allow the cum to leak from her. "Now that was worth waiting for." She wiped her hands on his chest, leaving a smear of his essence behind.
She propped herself up on one elbow, regarding him with a mischievous grin. "But don't worry, baby, you're not done yet. We have all night to play this game, and I guarantee there's plenty more where that came from."
Her fingers traced the trail of cum down her thigh. "I think we should clean up now, though. Maybe wash each other off, pretending we're strangers doing this for the first time..." She leaned in, whispering, "And who knows, maybe by the end of the night, we'll both be begging for more."
As they bathed each other, the steamy air was heavy with the weight of their desires, unspoken promises, and the thrill of the forbidden. They emerged from the shower, wrapped in towels, exchanging heated glances.
Hwasa smiled, reaching for her clothes. "I think our little game has left us both rather...starved." She slipped on a lacy bra and thong, her movements sensual even under the guise of dressing.
"Perhaps it's time to order some takeout, watch some more fanfiction, and continue this deliciously twisted exploration of our minds and bodies." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she fastened her skirt.
With a playful wink, she drew him close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "After all, baby, you know how I love living out these fantasies...and I have a feeling you do too." She nipped at his jaw, whispering, "Let's see where this night takes us next."
Together, they descended the stairs, eager to indulge in the decadent world of their imagination, with no limits or boundaries to hold them back.
"I'm dead serious." Mina put the teacup with a clink.
"No. No!," you interject, dropping yourself on the backrest.
"Keep your volume down," Mina hushed. "You sound so scandalized."
"Because it's Dahyun!"
"Oh, you mean my girlfriend who you've been crushing over? My hot, curvy, squirts-a-lot and screams-a-lot girlfriend?," Mina smirked. You felt yourself shrink, gripping the end of the armrest.
"If it sweetens the deal," she continued. "This was her request."
Complete silence. Request? From her?
"I can see you rethinking it," Mina taunted, brushing a foot on your shin. "Don't think about it too much."
"Agh, Mina...," you buried your face in your hands. "Don't you think this is... awkward?"
Mina looked down to her cup as she chuckled softly. "Honestly? A bit. Didn't think I was ever gonna share a bed with you again. But here we are."
"But here we are, indeed. Jeez." You scratched the back of your head. "Happy birthday to me, I guess."
"For the recipient of a threesome, you're way too apprehensive," Mina smiled, getting up from the table.
"Because it's you, Mina," you groaned. "And her."
She winked as she turned back. "See you tomorrow. Oh, and make sure you have that oil you know I like."
You rested your head in your hands, massaging your temples. That was all you could do.
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Yeah, yeah, another trip around the sun, whoop-dee-fuckin'-do. Honestly, you'd host these parties more often for the company, if only your birthday wasn't the mere reason a significant majority of the people here came over. Guys in tuxedos, girls in cocktail dresses – they were here for you today, but tomorrow might have been asking much from them. Call it the theatrics of high society, but that was the game as it was meant to be played.
Enter Mina and Dahyun.
Both of them had these black dresses that clung to their God-given bodies as tight as marble, exposing their bare shoulders. The similarities ended there: Mina's dress had more structured details along its low neckline, while Dahyun's gleamingly bare back was interrupted by thin, winding black straps.
The pin drop was almost literal. You don't know who was the first to throw themselves in front of them, but it was at that instant the room roared to life once more. Nobody really expected you knew these two; nobody would have expected them to show up at all even if you did know them.
But as Mina stayed with the crowd, Dahyun walked toward you, slowly, with a decisive strut that oozed confidence. As she neared, it felt less so, and more like excitement of the electric variety.
"Hey," she smiled awkwardly, against her character, but quickly regaining composure. "So."
"So."
Without any other words spoken, you'd made your verbal agreement: that for the record, this was happening, for real.
"It's nice to see you again!," she smiled. "Was it last year that we met at Chaeyoung's party?"
"Less than, but yeah," you nodded, trying to recall a more specific date. "And... damn."
"What was that?," she smirked, twisting her body to flash her back towards you. No surprise that she was able to read your gaze like a book.
"You look... amazing. Like, seriously," you remarked. "It's just my birthday, you know. Not an awards night."
"Who said this was for me?," she teased. "This look is for you."
You bowed your head, masking a shy chuckle while reaching out for her forearm to walk towards Mina. Instead, she pulled you in to wrap your arm around her narrow waist, feeling the leanness of her body contained by the silky fabric. "If I'm yours tonight, might as well show it, no?"
"Let's go to Mina. Then you can have time with your 'adoring masses'," you teased back, gesturing towards the crowd. Dahyun elbowed you gently as you walked closer, drawing their attention to her. The shift in tide allowed you to skirt the blob of bodies converging on Dahyun and meet Mina by the sidelines.
"Had a little chat, I see," Mina greeted, opening an arm for a hug. "Happy birthday."
"She's candid," you commented. "It's like we've been friends for so long."
"By proxy through me, you could say that," she reassured. "Don't let tonight's antics make you forget that it's your night."
"I wouldn't even if it was just Dahyun," you joked, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Mina. "Or you."
"And there you were, nervous that she'd be here," she chuckled.
"Hey, she's hot," you blurted out. "Like, damn. I wasn't anything close to my usual self because I was so distracted."
"Honey, your usual self is very awkward already," she patted your chest.
"Ouch. Happy birthday," you replied sarcastically.
"Hey, it's charming in a way," she reassured, tracing circles on your blazer. "Pretty sure that's why she wanted this."
"Humor me," you pressed, "how did that conversation go?"
"Oh, y'know, we were just in bed, having freshly fingered her," she began, nonchalantly.
"Alright," you quipped, "TMI."
"And I told her that you had this whole birthday party coming up. And she forgot how you looked like. So I showed her your gym photos."
"Thanks?"
"And she said 'yeah, he looks hot.' So we ended up talking about how we met, and a little bit about our time together."
"Define 'our time'," you pressed. She simply gave you a wink in reply.
"I thought talking about opposite-gender exes was some sort of taboo among same-sex couples," you taunted.
"Doesn't seem like it is, 'cause she said, and I quote, 'I think he'd like a threesome with us'."
The words lingered. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Did she ever say we met at a party?"
"She did, yeah," Mina nodded, "that's how she put a name to the face. Said you were a nice guy."
"Am I really?," you replied sarcastically, Mina rolling her eyes to your response.
Dahyun walked towards you, the crowd having settled down. Now you were flanked by both her and Mina, one on each side in a row of barstools.
"So," you started, "how do we move to the next part of tonight's festivities?"
"There's a DJ, right?," Dahyun thought aloud. "Maybe get security to just manage them like it's a regular party."
"Wouldn't they notice I'm gone?"
"Nah, it's fine," Mina waved off. "I once attended a party where the girl went off with three guys ten minutes in. Didn't see her the whole night."
"Damn," Dahyun reacted. "That's horny."
"To each their own," Mina cheered, raising a glass.
"To each their own," you and Dahyun repeated.
About 8 shots in each – an additional two for you, one each of the girls poured into your mouth – you were all significantly buzzed. Good thing that, serendipitously, the three of you shared fairly similar alcohol tolerance, something none of you expected.
"How are you so red?," Dahyun pointed at you.
"How are you not?!," you rebutted.
"How are you both so damn loud?," Mina massaged her eyes.
About 1 and a half hours had passed. The crowd had fortunately thinned enough, and you had enough sway over the stragglers to slowly ease them out of the club (much to the chagrin of its staff, the night's actual thoroughfare swarmed in right after).
Out on the street, you sat by the surprisingly clean curb with Mina and Dahyun. Dahyun sat between you, leaning her head on Mina, all of you holding packs of candies you kept hidden.
"Now this," you slurred, "is an infinitely better birthday than an hour ago."
"Then why the fuck do you bother?," Mina nudged your shoulder, a little more force than either of you expected.
"Networking. Soulless, pragmatic networking," you raised the bag of candy like a cup. "Plus, it's for the club. Not me per se."
"Wait, you own this club?!," Dahyun perked up.
"Yeah. Why do you think Chaeyoung had her party in this dump? You know she'd go elsewhere if this wasn't basically free for her."
"Babe, that's how I got together with this guy," Mina poked Dahyun's arm.
"That's crazy," she remarked. "What's it like? Running a place like this?"
You shrugged. "Depends. Sometimes boring, mostly busy. If anything, hardest thing is probably just trying your best to make those guys" – you saluted one of your bouncers, giving you an approving nod – "not wanna quit."
"Mmm, you've probably had sex with sooo," she prolonged, "many women." Mina held a hand to her mouth, stifling a cringed laugh.
"You'd be surprised that I don't," you chuckled. "Well, there's Mina."
"Y'know what, babe?," Dahyun continued, "you never told me you'd slept with a guy before."
"Hey, I had to start somewhere, okay?," she teased, leaning her forehead on Dahyun and exchanging a brief flurry of kisses.
"O–kay," you mumbled, sliding yourself away to give the girls distance, before Dahyun pulled you by the collar towards her. You barely stopped her lips locking onto yours, but once it did you were inseparable for the next few seconds.
"Fuck, that felt great," Dahyun exclaimed. "I've been waiting to do that the whole night."
"Told you," Mina peered from behind her shoulder, planting a single gentle kiss. "You know, he told me he's been crushing on you for a while now." Dahyun looked at you with a raised, intrigued eyebrow.
"I–I said, I thought she was cute," you corrected. "And... okay, maybe I've just been fawning over her? God, you really know how to–"
"Oh shut up, will you?," Mina said, pushing Dahyun back into your arms, faces once again meeting for another set of kisses. Dahyun met you with no resistance, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you towards her. You tried to shake off the feeling of watching eyes being out in the open (thiugh your staff have learned by now to keep quiet about it).
When you broke free, the two of them stared at you with wild, hungry eyes, like a wildfire burning behind the cover of a deep dark forest.
The night had just begun.
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"I'm not necessarily questioning the sex dungeon," Dahyun smirked, "but... why do you have a sex dungeon?"
"Please do not call it that," you urged. "I actually sleep in here."
"With other women," Mina corrected.
"Therefore, a sex dungeon?," Dahyun teased.
Inaccessible to guests at the basement of the club was a studio-sized room that you used to escape from the nightlife, spend auditing nights in silence. And yes, of course, occasional (though now rare) raunchy nights.
"Other... friends have asked to use this room," you rebutted. "So it's not my sex dungeon."
"Really not helping your case here, honey," Mina said, pulling you in for a kiss before you could even make it to the bed. She undid your clothes slowly, Dahyun assisting her while she watched in awe at old sparks reignite. In a matter of seconds, you were in all your glory out in the open, cock hard from the cold and the anticipation.
You didn't notice it because of Mina, but Dahyun had also nearly bared herself completely as well. As you gasped for air, you caught her easing her seamless panties down. Somehow you found it hot that Dahyun didn't bother with lingerie, but even more so that she was already ready for you in seconds.
"Go have fun with her, baby," Mina kissed Dahyun on the neck. "I want to watch first and get ready." At the command, Dahyun's mouth curled into a mischievous, predatory smile.
You laid down on the bed and watched as Dahyun unquestioningly crawled on top of you, her perky tits dangling, begging to be grabbed. Before you could, Dahyun grabbed your wrists and held them above your head.
"Here's the deal," she purred, "I've had one month to fantasize about this moment."
You turned to Mina, who raised an eyebrow at you. "Who said this was a spontaneous gift, honey?"
Dahyun grabbed your face and pointed it back at her. "Look at me." You felt your cock twitch. She grabbed your hand and guided your middle finger gently to her clit; inches away you could already feel the vapors envelop your finger. Her clit was so swollen it sprang to the touch, like she'd been...
"Feel that? I edged myself thinking about you this morning," she growled. "Now I'm going to have you to myself while your ex, my girlfriend watches. One guess to how I'm feeling right now."
"Oh, don't fuck with her, honey," Mina harped at you, "she means business."
You looked at Dahyun again, raring to hear your answer, and you smiled back at her with a mischievous smile to match hers.
"Bored," you taunted, the answer so glaringly wrong that Dahyun caught on to your game. She smirked, crawling to line up her hips up to your face.
"Use that tongue for something better than being a prick," she chimed, without warning slamming her entire weight onto your face.
The sensations were unreal. You couldn't breathe save for thin slivers of air you gasped in with your mouth, the musk of her dripping wet core already coating your lips. You smelled nothing else, tasted nothing else, heard nothing else but her as she squealed gutturally with every suck and flick of your tongue on her folds.
"FUCK! Yes! Taste this fucking pussy! Taste my fucking juices! Oh my gohhh–," she trailed off.
Your cock was already rock hard, reactively twitching almost painfully, begging to be pleasured. Dahyun gripped your hips, her hands so far and yet so tantalizingly close your brain imagined how aggressive her handjob might be, so crazed and frantic to taste your cum.
"God, I can't take this anymore," Mina remarked, hurriedly getting off the chair she was rubbing herself on, lying prone in front of your cock.
With one single, uninterrupted motion, she swallowed you whole, tip to hilt, nose jammed onto your pelvis. She let the tip stay in her throat, as if gently massaging the back of it with your tip, before closing her mouth entirely on your length. The warmth, the tightness of her suction brought back memories. With a pop, she let your cock flick out of her mouth, slapping on your stomach with a spray of her spit.
"Just as I remember, honey," Mina teased, dragging her tongue from balls to frenulum with a single, slow lick. "Think I can still make you cum in three minutes?"
When you tried to catch a break from Dahyun to cook up a retort, she grabbed you by the hair and kept you on her.
"I said, focus on me," she hissed, resuming her moaning as you kept going at her. Mina just chuckled to herself as she proceeded to deepthroat you nonstop.
You were caught in the middle of two competing storms: one intent on breaking you, and the other intent on breaking herself on you. Dahyun never let go of your hair, strands still held tightly between your fingers. Mina's pace was predictable, but no less unrelenting: four pumps, then two, then a hearty hock of the excessive spit.
"The oil, honey," Mina gasped, having had her fill of your length in her mouth. Dahyun let go of you to give you a brief second to compose your thoughts; when you pointed at the bottle on the side desk, she shoved you once again into her.
The oil was actually diluted peppermint oil, meant for massages. When you were with Mina, you'd played around with essential oils (at her behest), and one very lucky night you'd stumbled across this concoction. And Mina enjoyed the shit out of how your cock throbbed from the cooling of the menthol that turned into warmth with a very fast, focused handjob. And her request for it at this moment meant only one thing: she was preparing to end this round.
Mina started stroking, her breath still heavy as you heard the squelching drown it out in seconds. There was only one thing to it: an unceasingly quick rhythm that squeezed out as much as you could muster at the moment. You felt it, from the hilt filling up slowly, to your aching shaft massaged by every knuckle of Mina's hand, even your tip numbed from Mina's thumb jutted out in a way that tingled your slit.
"You're gonna fucking cum, aren't you?," Mina chuckled. "Come on, cum for me."
"No, don't cum yet, baby," Dahyun pleaded.
"Do it," Mina said sternly, though a smile still audible behind it.
"Don't you fucking cum," Dahyun said more commandingly this time.
Mina laughed. "Don't worry honey. Just let it out. You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"
"Don't you fucking dare," she growled, even giving you a two-second break to stare you in the eyes. "That cum is mine, you hear?"
"Me first. Cum for me, honey," Mina begged. "Cum all inside my mouth."
"If you cum," Dahyun warned, "I'm going to ride you until you give me another load."
The sensory and mental overload was almost indescribable. Being commanded by Dahyun was already hot, but the inevitable pain of a post-orgasm riding from a crazed woman like her was basically going to kill you. But even if you did want to give Mina your cum regardless, her stroking with the mint oil was already fogging your brain, making your legs twitch until they cramped.
"Ah, I can feel you cumming, honey," Mina urged, her tone only slightly mockingly erotic. "Oh, please, cum for me."
"Min–"
You couldn't even call her name in time before you felt light, thin streams pour down your shaft, subdued only by Mina's well-timed pause and your sheer force of will to keep everything in. Mina slid her hand upwards slowly, collecting all the cum in her hands, and squirmed her way away from your legs to consume it all by the side. Dahyun then immediately moving herself down onto you; again, just like with Mina, zero warning to her taking you into her balls deep, which she relished with a high-pitched squeal of ecstasy.
"Fuck, this fucking cock!," she howled. "I'm gonna ride you till you finish inside me!"
With the temporary reprieve that was a free and exposed face, you moaned and laughed at the sensitivity of your cock. You felt Mina's fingers lightly massage your balls, one even starting to slide down into your taint and into your ass.
"Ahah, agh! S-slow down–"
"No," Dahyun growled again, voice rasping from her incessant screaming. "Come on, cum inside me already!"
You felt your chest cramp as you arched your back as Mina massaged your prostate gently.
"This is for you, you know," Mina smirked. "You want this, even if you won't admit it."
"Oh fuck, I'm going to–," Dahyun warned, before releasing a spray of squirt all over your cock and your stomach. Her orgasm was so forceful she had frozen over your tip, walls clamping and easing with every twitch of her body.
She paused for a few seconds, giving you reprieve, before bouncing on you once more. Mina got up and guided her, holding her and giving support to ride you with practically the same fury she had earlier. Now her moaning was choppy and shaky, trembling from her own overstimulation.
"Aw, look at you two fuck like rabbits," Mina cooed from behind Dahyun. "Give her your cum, honey. She wants it."
"F-fuck, this is too much...," you groaned, before Dahyun hunched over you with a hand to your mouth.
"Then cum," she hissed, "and we'll let you rest."
Mina's fingering and toying helped to rid you of the ticklish feeling from the overstimulation that led you slowly to completion. Your balls and your shaft ached from strain, but you felt it coming. This time, you weren't going to hold back.
"Cum inside me, please!," Dahyun begged. "Cum in me, daddy!" That final whine, that final coax was all you needed as you thrust into Dahyun with all your might.
Just then, Mjna lifted up Dahyun, forcing her to stop and for your orgasm, yet again, to be cut short.
"Grr– Mina, what the fuck?!," you hissed.
"N-no!," Dahyun whined. "Babe, p–"
Mina, with a hearty laugh, dropped Dahyun on you once again, this time her hand in between her pussy and your hips stroking you vigorously. You slammed your head into the mattress in shock, releasing long spurts into Dahyun's folds. They clumped and stuck to your shaft, and along her walls as well, which Mina pooled with her fingers and licked up once again.
Dahyun stayed on top of you, her body trembling still, feeling all of you inside her. She eased herself off gently, Mina still guiding her off as she crashed into the mattress. Her chest heaved up and down, glistening from a thin film of sweat.
Now Mina crawled on top of you, bottle of oil in hand as she poured some all over your body. "Let's wind you down properly, shall we?"
It was like watching an engine roar to life as Mina proceeded to press her thumbs down on you. This whole time, Mina had just stayed by the side, letting you and Dahyun do your thing; now it was her turn.
You weren't exactly fit, evidenced by the indented fat around her fingers, but Mina slid her hands all over you like it didn't matter.
You chuckled weakly. "Just like... old times."
"Mhm," she continued, "just like old times."
She moved to sit on your stomach, her full, toned body very much visible in the low light. You'd be lying of you said you were over her, at least in this lustful way; you were, no doubt, among the many heads she could turn without question.
"She's a lot, isn't she?," Mina asked you. You nodded weakly.
"This is still so fuckin' weird," you chuckled. "Is it?"
"Honestly? Not anymore," Mina said, fingers drifting slowly to your cock. She knew better than to be aggressive; she simply massaged it with her fingertips, gently, but with enough give to make your heart race. "Now it's just fun."
"Funny?," you groaned.
"No," she replied. "Fun." She let a single string of saliva flow down to your cock, the cold on your skin keeping you hard. She held your cock by the base with both hands, her thumbs pressing hard against its underside, balls cupped with the rest of her grasp.
Dahyun finally came to, propping herself up with an elbow, watching Mina work.
"Clean up first, babe," Mina urged Dahyun. "He's not going anywhere." Dahyun hobbled her way into the bathroom, presumably to wipe herself clean of the dried sweat and fluids. Still, there you were in Mina's grasp, her palm now gently yet still sensitively pressed against the top of your dick.
"You say she's a lot," you pushed, "and yet she follows your every word."
"Quiet," Mina pushed you back down with a sudden set of rapid strokes. "I'm trying to wring you dry."
"As if she hasn't already?"
You could feel it bubbling up; Mina was always good at that, knowing if you had the littlest bit left. And if there was one thing you were sure of, it's that Mina missed doing this to you.
She twisted her fingers around your length gently, not squeezing but letting the motions do the work. You groaned and heaved, while she hummed in approval, slowing down when you started feeling the sensitivity again.
It felt like forever until Dahyun came out of the bathroom, walking towards you with a refreshed resolve. Instead, she sat beside Mina, watching her quietly.
She looked over to Dahyun, seeing her open her mouth tentatively, and she guided her head towards your shaft.
Her mouth brought a new feeling of warmth, her tongue swirling around your tip. Mina didn't control her; rather, Dahyun adjusted to where Mina's hands were, doing her work only where her fingers weren't. Dahyun merely kissed your tip tenderly, licking in small, gentle strokes – a far cry from how she'd pounced at you earlier.
The combined effort was, nonetheless, working, and your balls, with one final squeeze, were ready to release. Mina grabbed Dahyun's hand and wrapped her hand around your shaft, both hands stroking you fully from base to tip. They sped up slowly, until you could hear the saliva and oil squelch.
You were achingly hard again, fighting off the soreness of your previous orgasms. The two stuck out their tongues, quietly begging to taste you. You could even feel, from the way Mina sat with your leg trapped between hers, that her pussy was warm and wet, expectantly waiting for your release.
Then, right as you were about to cum, Mina hopped onto your cock as Dahyun kept the momentum going. Her walls wrapped around your length, and she swayed and rolled her hips in circles, deeply thrusting you inside her. You couldn't even stop yourself from cumming, spurting a few final ropes of your seed into her. Still, she rolled as you writhed under her legs, until you tapped her thigh repeatedly.
"Mmm, how about I don't?," Mina teased, before you pushed her off onto the bed.
"Hey Dahyun," you looked at her with a smile. "Wanna share?"
Dahyun smiled back as the both of you shared spots between Mina's legs, unquestioningly diving in. Yes, you did cum in her (which Dahyun eagerly lapped up before you joined in), but right now, your shared priority was Mina – and her sweet nectar.
"Ohhh, fuck," Mina cried out, "fuck, this is so fucking– oh, shit!"
The two of you took turns licking her clit, you then Dahyun, then you again. You pushed yourself up to allow Dahyun down to her folds, sliding in her fingers and scooping out your load from inside her core. As it coated her fingers, she'd suck her fingers clean.
"Dahyun," you called, opening your mouth, and she gave you a fingerful of Mina's slick; the sweetness and saltiness did all the work of making you forget that you'd finished in her, and all the weirdness it entailed with you doing so – because fuck it, she tasted amazing.
"You two," Mina laughed, "are so fucking hot."
"Cum for us, baby," Dahyun urged.
"Cum for us, please," you begged.
With one final, loud groan, with both of you following her pussy as she bucked her hips, Mina finished all over Dahyun's fingers. Once she let go, Mina twitched silently, curling up into a ball before you as she convulsed out her orgasm. Despite the silence, you could feel the raw power behind it all.
You looked at Dahyun, and she forced her cum-covered fingers into your mouth, which you gladly lapped up. Licking it clean, you leaped on top of her, making out with her.
"We make a good team," you chuckled, nipping at her neck.
"Anything for Mina," she replied, and you couldn't agree any more.
Once you'd let out all the tension between you two, you met Mina in her position on the bed and cradled her between the both of you. You were now a mass of bodies, lazily planting kisses all over each other; you'd kiss Mina and Dahyun's shoulders as they made out, Mina dragged Dahyun to lick both sides of your neck, and Dahyun urged all of you to kiss together. Once again, you were a sweating, fluid-covered mess.
Mina was the first to break off. "Come on, you two," she called, "I'm not sleeping covered in oil."
The shower was no different: Dahyun first received her princess treatment from your hands and Mina's, felt up her breasts and her firm ass. Then it was Mina's turn, softly yelping with every strategic kiss you and Dahyun planted on her abdomen and her womb. Then it was yours, the girls playfully flicking your still-hard cock with stray strokes and gropes. You'd ached too much to try and muster any more for the night.
Then it was the bed, and you were still the star of the show, being tossed around between the two for some special attention. Dahyun was the first to go after a long while, having tried to jerk you off a bit more, only to wind down to sleep moaning your name with your hands on her tits. That left you and Mina, once again, full circle.
"So."
"So."
"Told you I was serious," Mina continued.
"Didn't doubt it," you smirked. "So am I a permanent fixture in your relationship or..."
"'Human dildo' would be a better term for you, honey."
"Ouch," you taunted. "I have rights, you know."
"The be a behaved little dildo and don't push your luck," she rolled her eyes. "Maybe we'll drag you into this again in the future."
"You make it sound like you didn't do this for me," you retorted. "Whose birthday is it anyway?"
The black sedan rolled to a stop on the dusty gravel path, kicking up a small cloud that glittered in the harsh afternoon sun. This was it. The annual pilgrimage to her grandparents' village, a place time seemed to have forgotten. For Nayeon, it was a week of stifling boredom, endless questions about her career from well-meaning but clueless relatives, and a complete disconnect from the glittering, high-speed world of stadiums and spotlights she ruled.
The car door opened, and she swung her legs out, her pristine white sneakers making contact with the dry earth. A collective, almost synchronized intake of breath seemed to ripple through the humid air. She’d barely taken two steps before a small crowd began to form near the rustic wooden fence of her grandparents' property. Word traveled faster than the internet here.
They were all there. The old women with their deeply lined faces, squinting at her as if she were a mythical creature. The young men, their hands shoved deep in their pockets, were trying and failing to look nonchalant. Their eyes, however, were anything but casual. They were fucking laser-focused.
Nayeon stretched, a deliberate, languid movement, arching her back. She was wearing a simple, powder-blue sleeveless t-shirt, so tight it might as well have been a second skin. The fabric strained heroically across her chest, showcasing every curve of her perky, famous breasts, the outline of her bra clearly visible. Her shoulders and arms, toned and fair from countless hours of practice, gleamed under the sun. A short, pleated white skirt swished around her upper thighs, offering a breathtaking glimpse of her powerful, smooth legs with every step she took. She knew the effect she was having. She could feel the weight of their gazes like a physical touch, crawling over her skin, lingering on the swell of her chest, the dip of her waist, and the exposed length of her thighs.
A practiced, almost bored smirk played on her perfectly glossed lips. This was nothing new. She was Im Nayeon, the center of TWICE. She’d been ogled by millions, from front-row fans to powerful executives. These hungry stares from provincial boys were just background noise, a familiar part of the soundtrack of her life. She was a goddess, and they were merely mortals, granted a fleeting audience. It was a transaction she understood intimately.
She was about to turn and grab her bag from the car, to complete the picture of the dutiful, glamorous granddaughter, when one particular stare cut through the rest. It wasn't the shy, awestruck gaze of a teenager or the appreciative glance of an older man. This was different. This was raw, undiluted, and fucking hungry.
Her eyes tracked the source.
Leaning against the doorframe of the house, arms crossed over a broad chest, was her step-uncle, Minho. He was new to the family, having married her aunt just six months ago. He was younger than she’d expected, probably in his early thirties, with a rugged, working-man's build that his simple t-shirt did little to conceal. His jaw was shadowed with stubble, and his dark eyes weren't just looking at her; they were devouring her.
His gaze was a physical caress. It started at her ankles, traveled up her calves with a slow, appreciative heat, lingered on the forbidden territory under her short skirt, moved over the tight clutch of her top around her breasts, and finally locked with her own eyes. There was no attempt to hide his intent. It was pure, unadulterated lust. A primal, masculine hunger that was so stark and honest it was almost shocking.
A jolt, sharp and unexpected, shot straight to Nayeon's core. It wasn't disgust. It was… excitement. A flicker of heat that she hadn't felt in years. The men in her world, the idols, the actors, the producers… they were all so polished, so careful. Their desire was masked behind layers of PR, career considerations, and a shared understanding of the game. It was clean, sanitized, and often, fucking boring. It was a means to an end, a way to satisfy a physical craving with someone who understood the rules.
But this… this was different. This man, this Minho, wasn't seeing "Nayeon of TWICE." He was seeing a woman. A stunning, desirable piece of meat, and his gaze promised that he was a man who knew exactly what to do with one. He looked at her like she was the most exquisite thing he'd ever laid eyes on, and he was already mentally stripping her bare and taking her right there against the wall.
A slow, genuine smirk, entirely different from her practiced public one, spread across Nayeon's face. She held his gaze for a beat longer than necessary, a silent, challenging acknowledgment. She saw his eyes darken in response, his jaw tightening slightly.
The boring, predictable week she had been dreading suddenly evaporated. A thrilling, dangerous possibility took its place. Maybe this year's family visit wouldn't be so dull after all. 🍑👀💥
Both of them were looking at each other as When Nayeon was talking to someone, she felt a hand on her sexy ass cheeks squeezing them, and she turned around to see her step-uncle behind her talking to someone else, but luckily for them, there was no one else behind them. She could feel his hands slowly cupping on her cheeks and that one finger slowly trailing towards her pussy. Her hands went back trying to peel away his hands, and just as she was about to grab his wrists, she felt his hands moving away.
She looked back and saw her uncle stepping away from her. She knew her uncle was being sly with her as she had almost felt his fingers on her pussy that was now slowly becoming wet.
She was Nayeon. There was no way she would be the one to get teased all the time. She slowly walked around the house and spotted her uncle talking to someone. She walked around them and came in front of them. She was blocked from everyone, and only her uncle could see her. Her uncle spotted Nayeon looking at him with a smile as she slowly tugged up her t-shirt while biting her lips, looking at him seductively. His breath caught in his throat seeing her slowly hike up her t-shirt.
Her face now looking at him and that lip bite made her face even more seductive and His eyes wandered down and saw more and more skin visible to him as she slowly lifted up her T-shirt, and he gulped seeing her T-shirt reaching the curves of those perky boobs.
He wanted to suck and lick on them from the moment he saw them, and from videos and images, they looked delicious and perky. He always cursed whichever bastard was lucky enough to suck and fuck that idol body, and once he was married in to the family, he had asked his wife whether Nayeon was dating someone but he got the answer no, making him happy.
Now that same woman was teasing him with a strip show and on the verge of almost showing her boobs in front of him. Just when he thought he would be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her boobs. She turned around and stripped off her T-shirt, her bare, sexy back fully visible, but her boobs not visible at all.
Her back was fair and sexy, and to top it off, her back was fit and lined perfectly. He saw that she had her hands crossed against her chest, covering her boobs from him. She slowly turned around, showing him her abs and everything else other than those perky boobs. He could even see her rock-hard nipples peeking through those gaps as she moved her hands a little. She ran her tongue along her lips, looking at him. He wanted to pin her right there and fuck her senseless, but this was not the time.
Nayeon looked at the dumbfounded old man in front of her and smirked. This was the affect she wanted; there was no way a straight male would be not affected by her sexy body. Even the full dose was not needed; just a peek, and there it was—he would be horny like hell.
She suddenly heard sounds coming from nearby and rushed to put her t-shirt now covering those sweet tits from her uncle, as her occasional glances made it clear that both of them would continue the play until they fuck each other.
Nayeon walked towards the kitchen to get some water, and she was still so turned on that she was in a daze as she rubbed her thighs together trying to soothe her pussy. She got some water and was about to drink it when someone hugged her from behind, burying his face on her neck, and she could feel something hard pressing on her ass cheeks.
She turned back seeing the familiar face she smiled asking him “What are you doing? You are not supposed to do that , Samchoon ?” She said as her ass grinded back to his cock.
“You slut, Then why are your ass grinding back to me” He said as his hands cupped her boobs from behind rubbing them as she moaned feeling his rough hands.
Nayeon’s mind was a fucking haze, a thick fog of lust clouding every thought. The image of her step-uncle Minho’s hungry gaze was burned onto the back of her eyelids. Each step towards the kitchen felt unsteady, her thighs rubbing together with a slick, desperate friction as she walked, a pathetic attempt to soothe the aching, throbbing heat between her legs. Her pussy was already soaked, a betraying dampness she could feel against her panties. She was Im-fucking-Nayeon, and she was reduced to a trembling, horny mess by one raw look from a man she barely knew.
She reached the kitchen, the cool, tiled floor a stark contrast to the fire in her blood. She fumbled with a glass, her hands slightly trembling as she filled it with cold water. She brought it to her lips, closing her eyes, trying to use the cool liquid to douse the flames. It was fucking useless.
Suddenly, a strong, solid presence was behind her. Two powerful arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a hard, masculine body before she could even react. A gasp caught in her throat as a face buried itself in the curve of her neck, his stubble scratching deliciously against her sensitive skin. He inhaled deeply, as if breathing in her very essence. And then she felt it—a thick, rigid length, already hard as fucking steel, pressing insistently against the soft flesh of her ass cheeks, separated only by the thin layers of her skirt and his trousers.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of shock and pure, unadulterated excitement. She knew who it was. The scent of him, a mix of clean soap and something uniquely, primally male, was already familiar.
She turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing against his. A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mock scandal and genuine arousal.
“Samchoon… what are you doing?” she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper. “You’re not supposed to do that.”
Even as she said the words, her body betrayed her. Her hips gave a slow, deliberate, grinding roll back against the hard ridge of his cock, a clear, wordless contradiction.
Minho let out a low, guttural groan against her neck, his arms tightening around her. “You little fucking slut,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Then why is your ass grinding back against me like it’s begging for my cock?”
His hands moved from her waist, sliding up her torso. His palms, rough and calloused from work, felt incredibly erotic against the thin cotton of her top. They found her breasts, cupping the full, perky mounds through the fabric. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, which were already hard, aching pebbles, and she couldn’t suppress a sharp, needy moan.
“See?” he whispered triumphantly into her ear, his breath hot. “Your body tells me the truth even when your pretty little mouth lies. Your tits are so hard for me. They’re begging to be sucked and bitten.”
“It’s… it’s just a reflex,” Nayeon breathed out, her denial weak even to her own ears. She arched her back, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands, a silent plea for more.
“A reflex?” he chuckled, a dark, knowing sound. He squeezed her breasts harder, pinching her nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her dripping core. “This is a reflex? The way you’re pushing those perfect tits into my hands?”
One of his hands began a slow, torturous descent. It slid down from her breast, over the trembling plane of her stomach, tracing the defined lines of her abs that her tight top revealed. She shuddered, her breath hitching as his fingertips dipped beneath the waistband of her short skirt.
“And this?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a predatory whisper. “Is this a reflex too, you lying little tease?”
His hand didn’t hesitate. It pushed past the elastic of her simple cotton panties, his rough, warm palm landing directly on her bare, wet pussy.
Nayeon jolted, a broken cry escaping her lips. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes squeezing shut. “Ah! Samchoon…!”
His fingers explored her, parting her slick folds with an intimate, possessive familiarity that made her toes curl. “Fuck, Nayeon,” he breathed, his own control clearly fraying. “You’re absolutely fucking drenched. Your cunt is leaking all over my hand. It’s like a fucking waterfall.”
He slid one thick finger along her slit, collecting her arousal. “You’re so wet for your samchoon, aren’t you? This tight little pussy is screaming for it.”
“N-No…” she whimpered, the protest automatic, a last vestige of her idol persona. She was grinding her hips against his hand now, a helpless, involuntary motion. “I don’t… I don’t want it…”
“Liar,” he snarled softly, pushing a single finger inside her, just an inch, stretching her deliciously. She was so tight, so hot, and so impossibly wet. Her inner muscles clenched around his finger instantly. “Your body is begging for my cock. This wet, hungry cunt isn’t just ‘turned on.’ It’s fucking starving. It’s been empty for too long, hasn’t it? Waiting for a real man to come and fill it up.”
He added a second finger, stretching her further, and Nayeon cried out, her nails digging into his arms. The feeling of his rough fingers inside her, coupled with his filthy, degrading words, was pushing her closer to the edge than any polished, careful lover ever had.
“Tell me you don’t want it,” he challenged, curling his fingers inside her, pressing against a spot that made her see stars. “Tell me to stop, and I will. Tell me to take my hand out of your dripping pussy and walk away.”
He stilled his fingers, waiting. The silence in the kitchen was deafening, broken only by their ragged breathing. Nayeon’s mind screamed one thing, but her body, her aching, desperate, soaked body, screamed another. She was poised on a knife’s edge, the thrill of the taboo and the raw power of his desire utterly intoxicating.
She opened her mouth, but no denial came out. Instead, a single, breathless, honest word escaped her lips.
“More.” 💦👋🔥
A guttural, triumphant sound ripped from Minho’s throat at that single, surrendered word. "More." It was all the permission he needed, all the confirmation that the pristine idol was just a facade for a woman with a fucking fire in her belly.
"Good girl," he growled, his voice a dark, possessive rumble against her ear. "Now you're being honest."
His fingers, which had been still inside her, began to move again. But this wasn't the slow, teasing exploration from before. This was a deliberate, rough claiming. He curled both fingers deep inside her, scissoring them, stretching her open, fucking her with his hand. The wet, obscene sound of her own arousal filled the quiet kitchen, a stark contrast to the distant, innocent chirping of crickets outside.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, his own breathing becoming labored. He could feel every clench and spasm of her inner walls around his digits. "So fucking tight and hot. Is this what all those fans dream about? This perfect, greedy little cunt?"
Nayeon couldn't form a coherent sentence. Her head fell back against the cupboard with a soft thud, her eyes squeezed shut. "Ah! S-Samchoon... right there...!"
"Right where, baby?" he demanded, increasing his pace, his knuckles grinding against her sensitive flesh with every inward thrust. "Tell me. Use your filthy mouth."
"T-That spot! Don't stop! Please!" she begged, her hips bucking wildly against his hand, completely beyond her control. Her juices were flowing freely now, no longer just a slickness but a steady leak that soaked the crotch of her panties and began a hot, shameful trail down her inner thigh.
"Look at you," he murmured, his other hand releasing her wrist to slide down her body. He gathered the wetness from her thigh with his thumb and brought it up to her lips. "Taste yourself. Taste how much you want this."
Her eyes, glazed with lust, fluttered open. For a heartbeat, she hesitated, the idol's pride surfacing. But the relentless, perfect friction of his fingers inside her broke it down. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her own essence from his thumb. The taste was musky, primal, and it sent another violent shudder through her.
"Fucking perfect," he breathed, captivated by the depravity of the moment. He crushed his mouth to hers in a searing, desperate kiss. This wasn't the gentle, tentative kiss from before. This was all tongue and teeth and raw need. He tasted of coffee and pure, unadulterated male hunger. Nayeon kissed him back with equal ferocity, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, swallowing his groans.
While his tongue plundered her mouth, his fingers never stopped their brutal, perfect rhythm inside her pussy. He was finger-fucking her with a focused intensity, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing rough, frantic circles.
"Gonna make you cum, Nayeon," he grunted against her lips, his words slurred with lust. "Gonna make you scream so loud the whole fucking village hears you. They'll all know their precious idol got her brains fucked out by her step-uncle in her grandparents' kitchen."
The words, so crude, so degrading, were like gasoline on the fire burning in her belly. Her moans became higher, more frantic. She could feel the coil of her orgasm tightening, a terrifying, wonderful pressure building low in her gut.
"I'm... I'm close...!" she panted, breaking the kiss, her forehead resting against his. "Don't stop... your fingers... so deep...!"
"Not yet," he commanded, though his own body was trembling with the effort to hold back. He drove his fingers in as deep as they would go, pressing hard against her cervix. "You cum when I say you can cum. This cunt belongs to me now. Your pleasure is mine to give."
He shifted his hips, grinding the hard, thick ridge of his erection against her thigh through his jeans. The friction was maddening for both of them. Nayeon could feel the impressive length and girth of him, and the knowledge of what was to come, of that thickness splitting her open, made her pussy clench violently around his fingers.
"Please...!" she sobbed, her body trembling on the precipice. "Let me cum... I need it...!"
He watched her face, her beautiful features contorted in ecstasy, her perfect makeup smeared. He saw the complete and total surrender. It was the most powerful fucking thing he'd ever seen.
"Now," he growled, his voice final. "Cum all over my fingers, you little slut. Show me what you've been hiding."
It was all the permission she needed. With a shattered, guttural scream that she didn't even try to stifle, Nayeon came apart. Her body convulsed, back arching off the cupboard, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses. A fresh gush of her release flooded his hand, dripping down her legs and onto the clean kitchen floor. She saw white behind her eyelids, her mind going completely, blissfully blank, aware of nothing but the tidal wave of sensation tearing through her.
He held her through it, his fingers still buried inside her, milking every last shudder from her body until she collapsed, boneless and gasping, against him. The only sound was their ragged breathing and the slow, steady drip... drip... drip of her juices onto the tiles. 💦🤯🔥
She looked at her uncle in a daze as her orgasm slowly subsided, and she pushed him towards the wall and kissed him. Both of them were in a hurry to eat each other out as their tongues tangled in a rush. He felt her sweet tongue envelop his tongue; it tasted fucking sweet. Thinking about it, you had the chance to suck and lick on one of the sexiest women in Korea. He took the opportunity with both hands as he drank and enjoyed her saliva.
Nayeon was so immersed in tasting that mouth that she didn’t know her hands were slowly finding his cock and started stroking it through his jeans. Her fingers went around his tent and started stroking it back and forth, making him groan in her mouth.
It was big and had a slight bend that made it more unique in her eyes. Her hands frantically unzipped his jeans and tugged down his boxers, finally freeing that monster from his jeans. It was hard, thick, and coated in pre-cum. She slowly pulled away, breathing heavily as her saliva trickled down her mouth. She looked down at the cock in her hands and licked her lips as she bend down to see that cock right in front of her eyes.
Fucking hell, the tension was electric. ⚡ Nayeon pulled back from the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps, a thin strand of saliva still connecting their swollen lips. Her eyes, dark and hazy with lust, dropped from his hungry gaze down to the thick, veined cock now standing rigid in her hand. It was a fucking masterpiece—thick, with a pronounced upward curve that promised to hit all the right spots inside her. A glistening bead of pre-cum already crowned the tip.
A wicked, knowing smile played on her lips as she slowly sank to her knees on the dusty floor of the storage shed. The contrast was fucking obscene: the nation's sweetheart, in her expensive, tight clothes, on her knees for her step-uncle in a grimy shed.
"Let's see if the great Im Nayeon is as good with her mouth as she is on stage," Minho grunted, his voice rough with need.
"Shut up and just enjoy it, Uncle," she purred, her voice a low, seductive hum. She didn't dive right in. She teased him first, maintaining eye contact as she leaned forward and slowly, deliberately, ran the flat of her tongue from the very base of his shaft all the way to the sensitive head. She lapped up the pre-cum, moaning softly at the salty, musky taste. "Mmm... you taste so... manly."
She then took just the swollen head into her mouth, her pink lips forming a perfect, tight seal. She swirled her tongue around the corona, flicking rapidly at the frenulum, her eyes locked on his, watching his reactions. She began to bob her head, taking a little more of him each time, her hand working the base in a twisting motion.
"You like that?" she mumbled around his cock, the vibration making him shudder. "You like having TWICE's Nayeon on her knees, sucking your dick like a common slut? 🤫🎤 What would your new wife think? My aunt... she'd be so fucking disappointed in her handsome new husband."
She deep-throated him suddenly, taking him all the way to the back of her throat until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She held it for a second, gagging slightly, before pulling back with a wet, sucking pop, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to his glistening shaft.
"And my fans," she continued, her voice husky as she caught her breath. "Millions of them. They call me their goddess, their bunny. If they could see me now... if they knew their innocent Nayeon was gagging on her uncle's thick cock in a dirty shed... they'd probably lose their minds. They'd want to kill you for touching me... but they'd also be so fucking jealous." 👿🔥
She increased her pace, her head becoming a blur of motion. She used every technique she knew—sucking hard, using her tongue to massage the underside, gently cupping and rolling his balls in her free hand. She was a fucking artist, and his cock was her canvas. She worked him relentlessly for what felt like an eternity, her jaw beginning to ache, expecting to feel him tense up and erupt down her throat at any second.
But it didn't happen.
She pulled back, breathless, her lips swollen and slick. His cock was still rock-hard, throbbing, looking even more angry and engorged than before. A flicker of genuine shock crossed her face. Men didn't last this long with her. Ever.
"W-What... how are you not...?" she stammered, her confidence momentarily shaken.
A low, triumphant chuckle rumbled from Minho's chest. He looked down at her, his expression one of raw, masculine pride. "Stamina, little bunny. When you work with your hands all your life, you build endurance. This isn't some pretty boy idol who cums in two minutes. I can go for hours." 💪🍆
The shock in Nayeon's eyes melted away, replaced by a fresh, blazing wave of desire. A slow, impressed smile spread across her face. She gave his cock a few slow, admiring strokes.
"Is that so, Uncle?" she cooed, her voice dripping with renewed challenge and excitement. "Hours? You'll have to prove that. I've never had a man who could last. I'm going to test that famous stamina of yours today. I want to see if you can really fuck me as well as you boast."
She leaned in again, not to suck, but to whisper directly against his wet skin, her breath hot. "I'm going to make it my mission to make you lose control. Let's see who breaks first."
With a new, determined fire in her eyes, she engulfed him once more, ready for the long game. The game had just gotten a whole lot more interesting. 🐰💦😈
Nayeon's renewed determination was a fucking sight to behold. With a low, hungry growl, she took him back into her mouth, but this time it wasn't just about technique. It was a fucking declaration of war. She deep-throated him with a ferocity that made his knees buckle, her throat muscles fluttering around the head of his cock in a relentless, milking rhythm. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging them firmly, while the other stroked the base of his shaft in perfect counterpoint to the savage bobbing of her head.
Minho threw his head back against the wooden wall of the shed with a solid thump. A guttural, "Fuuuuck, Nayeon..." was torn from his lips. His hands, which had been clenched at his sides, now tangled violently in her hair, not to guide her, but to hold on for dear life as she fucking devoured him. He could feel the pressure building, a tight, hot coil in his gut, but his body, conditioned by years of hard labor, refused to yield. He was a fucking fortress, and she was laying siege with her mouth.
The sounds were obscenely loud in the confined space. The wet, rhythmic slapping of her lips and hand against his flesh, his ragged grunts, her choked gags as she took him all the way down, and the slick, sucking noises when she pulled back for air. Spit was dripping from her chin, coating his cock and balls, making everything glisten in the dim light filtering through the cracks in the shed walls.
"Your mouth... shit... it's a fucking miracle," he groaned, his hips starting to thrust in short, involuntary jerks, fucking her face in earnest now.
Nayeon pulled back, gasping for air, a thick strand of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. "You taste... even better... when you're trying so hard... not to cum for me, Uncle," she panted, a wicked, triumphant gleam in her eyes before she dove back down.
It was at that exact moment, the universe decided to intervene.
"Nayeon-ah? Nayeon-ah, are you out here? Your grandmother wants to show you the new photos from her trip."
The voice was her mother's. It was close, right outside the shed. The sound of her mother's voice, so normal and mundane, sliced through the depraved symphony inside the shed like a fucking ice pick.
Both of them froze.
Nayeon's eyes, wide with a mixture of panic and a strange, illicit thrill, snapped up to meet Minho's. His face was a mask of stark alarm. This was it. This was the end. Discovery. Scandal. Ruin.
But then, something shifted in Nayeon's gaze. The panic vanished, replaced by a dark, daring excitement. A slow, dangerous smile curved her spit-slicked lips. She gave a sharp, commanding shake of her head, her eyes darting towards the shed door.
Don't move.
In a fluid, silent motion, she pushed him back until he was pressed firmly against the rickety wooden door, his body blocking it completely. His thick, slick cock was now level with her face again. She looked up at him, her expression a mix of command and pure, unadulterated filth.
Then, she took him back into her mouth.
Minho's eyes nearly rolled back into his head. He had to bite his own fist to stifle a roar. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him while his sister-in-law was just inches away on the other side of the thin wooden door was the most terrifying, exhilarating thing he had ever experienced.
"Nayeon? Did you hear me?" Her mother's voice came again, right outside. She tried the door handle. The latch rattled, but Minho's weight held it shut.
Nayeon pulled her mouth off him with a soft, wet pop. She took a quick, silent breath.
"Y-Yes, Eomma!" she called out, her voice impressively steady, though slightly strained. "I... mmmph... I'm just... helping Minho-samchon look for... the old gardening shears!" 🎤💦
As she spoke, she was looking right at him, maintaining intense eye contact. And while her mouth formed the words for her mother, her hand was working his cock with a fast, brutal rhythm, and her other hand was cupping his balls, squeezing gently. It was a fucking sensory overload designed to break him.
Minho squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body trembling with the effort of staying silent and still. He could feel the vibrations of her voice through his cock.
"The... slurp... the ones with the red handles, right, Samchon?" she said, louder this time, a perfect performance of helpfulness. And then, as if to punctuate her sentence, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, lapping up the fresh pre-cum that was leaking out of him.
He jolted, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. He nodded frantically, unable to form words, praying the sound hadn't carried.
"They should be here somewhere," her mother's voice replied, sounding a little puzzled but not suspicious. "Don't be too long, alright? Halmeoni is waiting."
"We... gulp... we won't be long, Eomma!" Nayeon called back, her voice sweet and obedient.
And then, as her mother's footsteps could be heard crunching away on the gravel, Nayeon redoubled her efforts. It was as if the close call had unleashed something feral in her. She deep-throated him again, her nose buried in his pubes, her throat working around him, her moans of effort now completely uninhibited. The message was clear: The audience is gone. Now it's just us. And I'm going to make you scream.
The combination of the adrenaline, the risk, and her fucking relentless, skilled mouth was finally too much. The fortress walls crumbled.
"Nayeon... I'm... I'm gonna—" he choked out, his voice a broken rasp.
She didn't pull away. She looked up, her eyes blazing with victory, and took him even deeper, inviting it.
With a final, guttural roar that he could no longer contain, Minho came. Jets of hot, thick cum erupted down her throat. She swallowed greedily, her throat working, taking every last pulse, her eyes locked on his the entire time, a look of pure, triumphant ecstasy on her beautiful, filthy face.
When he was finally spent, collapsing back against the door, utterly drained, she slowly pulled back. She licked her lips clean with a final, deliberate swipe of her tongue, a messy, satisfied smirk on her face.
"Told you I'd make you lose control, Uncle," she whispered, her voice hoarse but dripping with smug satisfaction. "Guess your famous stamina isn't so famous after all." 😈🍆💦
Nayeon knelt there, a victorious, smug queen on the dusty floor of the shed. The taste of him was still on her tongue, a salty, primal trophy. She had broken him. She had made the stoic, rugged man lose his fucking mind and roar like an animal. She wiped the back of her hand across her glistening lips, that arrogant smirk firmly in place.
"Told you I'd make you lose control, Uncle," she whispered, her voice hoarse but dripping with satisfaction. "Guess your famous stamina isn't so famous after all."
Minho was slumped against the door, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat. He looked completely spent, utterly conquered. But then, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. It wasn't a smile of defeat. It was the smile of a predator who had just been playing with his food.
His eyes, dark and intense, locked with hers. Then, deliberately, he gestured downwards with his chin.
Nayeon's smug expression faltered. Her eyes followed his gaze.
And her fucking jaw nearly hit the floor.
His cock. It was still hard. Not just semi-hard, but fully, throbbingly, aggressively erect. It stood out from his body, slick with her saliva and his own release, looking even angrier and more veined than before. It twitched, a clear, defiant promise of more to come. The sheer, impossible vitality of it was a shock to her system. He hadn't been broken. He'd just been reloading.
"Famous stamina," he grunted, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. "You just got the first round, little idol. The main event hasn't even fucking started."
Before she could process this, before she could form a single word of protest or challenge, he moved.
In one fluid, powerful motion, he surged forward. He didn't grab her gently. He fucking scooped her up from the floor, his hands gripping her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her short skirt. She let out a sharp yelp of surprise as he manhandled her, spinning her around and slamming her back against the very same wooden door he'd just been leaning against. The impact knocked the air from her lungs.
He pressed his body against hers, pinning her in place. The rough, splintered wood scraped against her bare back through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. His hard, sweat-slicked chest was against her front. And his cock, that impossibly hard, thick cock, was pressed against her stomach, a hot, heavy brand of ownership.
"Let's see how that famous composure holds up," he growled into her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Let's see if your tight little idol pussy can handle a real fucking man."
With one hand, he yanked her panties to the side, the flimsy fabric tearing with a soft rip. The cool air of the shed hit her exposed, wet flesh, making her gasp. He didn't tease. He didn't ask. He positioned the broad, swollen head of his cock at her entrance. She was so fucking wet from the blowjob, from the danger, from him, that he slid in with an obscene, wet ease.
But only the head.
Nayeon's eyes flew wide open. A choked gasp escaped her lips. "Ah! Fuck!"
It was too much. He was too thick. The initial stretch was a blinding, white-hot sensation of being filled beyond her limits. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, not to push him away, but to anchor herself against the overwhelming intrusion.
"Too much for you, princess?" he taunted, his voice a dark, husky whisper against her neck. He pushed forward another inch, a slow, deliberate, excruciating invasion. "This is what a real cock feels like. Not those pretty-boy sticks you're used to. Your pussy's so tight it's fucking strangling me."
He was right. Her inner muscles were clenching around him in a frantic, involuntary rhythm, trying to adjust to his girth. It was a mix of searing pain and the most intense, mind-numbing pleasure she had ever felt. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming.
"Fuck... you..." Nayeon managed to pant, her head thrashing from side to side. But even as she said it, her hips gave a tiny, betraying jerk, trying to take more of him.
"Oh, I plan to," Minho grunted. He pulled back slightly, just enough to make her whimper at the loss, and then he slammed forward.
This time, he didn't stop.
He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal, devastating thrust.
Nayeon screamed. It wasn't a scream of pain, though there was pain. It wasn't a scream of protest. It was a raw, primal, shattered scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Her back arched violently off the door, her eyes rolling back. He was so deep, so impossibly deep, she felt him in her core, in her soul. He wasn't just in her pussy; he was fucking claiming her entire being.
"FUCK! YOU'RE... YOU'RE IN MY FUCKING THROAT!" she shrieked, her voice breaking.
Minho didn't give her a second to recover. He set a punishing, relentless pace from the start, his hips pistoning, slamming her body against the unyielding wood with every thrust. The shed echoed with the sound of their collision: the wet, slapping rhythm of their bodies, the creak of the old door on its hinges, and her continuous, broken, screaming moans.
"Can't handle it, can you?" he grunted, his own control fraying as her tight, wet heat milked his cock. "Your famous idol composure is gone. You're just a screaming, begging little slut now, aren't you?"
"SHUT UP!" Nayeon screamed, her body convulsing around him. The degradation, the raw, unfiltered filth of his words, combined with the sensation of being utterly filled and dominated, was pushing her higher and higher. "I CAN TAKE IT! I CAN TAKE ALL OF YOU, YOU BASTARD! FUCK ME HARDER! BREAK ME! I DARE YOU!"
Her trash talk was a desperate, turned-on counterpoint to his. She was meeting his fire with her own inferno.
With a guttural roar, Minho obeyed. He hooked his hands under her knees, lifting her legs and spreading her wider, opening her up completely, allowing him to plunge even deeper. The change in angle made her see stars. He was hitting a spot inside her that had never been touched, a deep, spongy wall that sent electric shocks through her entire body with every impact.
"OH MY GOD! RIGHT THERE! DON'T YOU FUCKING STOP! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she chanted, her words dissolving into incoherent sobs. Her hands were clawing at his back, her head thrown back against the door, her perfect idol facade utterly shattered and replaced with the visage of a woman being thoroughly, brutally, and magnificently fucked.
He was a machine, a force of nature. He fucked her with a raw, agrarian power that the polished men in her world could never hope to match. This wasn't a performance. This was a fucking conquest.
And Nayeon, Im Nayeon, the center of TWICE, was loving every single, degrading, earth-shattering second of it. She was coming completely, utterly, and gloriously undone. 🍑🍆
The shed was a fucking cacophony of their sin. The raw, animalistic sounds of Minho fucking her senseless against the door, her own screaming pleas, the wood groaning in protest—it was a symphony of pure, unadulterated filth. Nayeon’s mind was a white-hot blank, her world narrowed to the sensation of that thick, brutal cock pistoning in and out of her soaked, stretched cunt. He was a fucking machine, and she was just the vessel being used, her body slamming against the door with every one of his powerful thrusts.
But then, a switch flipped. The feeling of being utterly dominated, of having her control stripped away, ignited a different kind of fire in her gut. A defiant, competitive blaze. She was Im Nayeon. She didn't just take it. She fucking owned it.
With a surge of strength she didn't know she possessed, her hands, which had been clawing at his back for purchase, shot up and shoved hard against his shoulders.
"MY TURN!" she snarled, her voice ragged but laced with absolute authority.
The shove, combined with his own momentum, sent Minho stumbling backward. He lost his rhythm, his grip on her legs faltering. He grunted in surprise, his cock slipping out of her with a wet, sucking sound that made them both gasp. He landed on his ass on a pile of old, musty burlap sacks, looking up at her with wide, shocked eyes.
Nayeon didn't give him a second to recover. She stalked forward, her body glistening with sweat, her hair a wild, beautiful mess. Her eyes were blazing with a predatory light. She looked like a goddess of war descending upon a mortal.
"You've had your fun, Samchoon," she purred, the title a filthy endearment on her lips. "Now it's time for the main event."
She dropped to her knees, straddling his hips. Her hands landed on his chest, pinning him down. She was smaller than him, but in that moment, she radiated an undeniable power. She reached between her own legs, her fingers wrapping around his still-throbbing, slick cock. She guided the head back to her dripping entrance, her eyes locked on his.
"And I'm not going to be gentle," she whispered.
With a sharp, violent cry, she slammed her hips down, sheathing his entire length inside her in one fell, breathtaking swoop.
"FUCK!" Minho roared, his back arching off the sacks, his hands flying to her hips. The feeling of her taking complete control, of her tight, wet heat enveloping him so aggressively, was a different kind of torture. It was fucking exquisite.
Nayeon threw her head back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat. "YES! THAT'S IT! YOU FEEL THAT, YOU BASTARD?!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the wooden walls. "THIS IS MY CUNT! AND IT'S GOING TO FUCK YOUR COCK UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!"
She began to move. And it wasn't the graceful, sensual riding of a music video. This was raw, primal, and fucking brutal. She rose up on her knees, almost letting him slip out, and then slammed back down with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. The sound was obscene—a loud, wet, meaty slap of her ass and thighs connecting with his pelvis, over and over and over again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"YOU LIKE THAT?!" she taunted, her hips a relentless piston. "YOU LIKE THE WAY THIS IDOL PUSSY MILKS YOUR COCK?! IT'S SUCKING THE SOUL RIGHT OUT OF YOU, ISN'T IT?!"
Minho could only groan, his eyes rolling back in his head. His hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, trying to meet her thrusts, to regain some semblance of control. But she was a fucking force of nature. She set a pace that was even more frantic and demanding than his own.
"ANSWER ME, YOU FUCKER!" she demanded, leaning forward, her sweaty breasts hovering inches from his face.
"YES! FUCK, YES, NAYEON!" he grunted, his resolve shattering under her assault.
"WHO'S FUCKING WHO?!" she screamed, slamming down particularly hard, making him see stars.
"YOU ARE! YOU'RE FUCKING ME! HOLY SHIT!"
A triumphant, savage smile spread across her face. "DAMN RIGHT I AM!"
As she continued her relentless ride, her hands left his chest. They traveled up her own body, cupping her small, perfect breasts. Her thumbs and forefingers found her rock-hard, aching nipples. She pinched them, hard, twisting them roughly, her moans mixing with his groans.
"You see these?" she panted, looking down at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure. "These famous tits? The ones your wife probably wishes she had? The ones millions of men dream of sucking?"
She leaned forward even more, bringing one of her nipples to her own mouth. Her tongue, pink and agile, snaked out and licked a broad, wet stripe across the sensitive peak. Then she took her own nipple into her mouth, sucking on it greedily, her eyes locked on his the entire time. The sight was so depraved, so fucking narcissistic and hot, it nearly made him cum right there.
"MMMPH... THEY TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD, SAMCHOON," she moaned around her own flesh, her hips never slowing their punishing rhythm. "BUT NOT AS GOOD AS YOUR COCK FEELS INSIDE ME! I'M GOING TO RIDE YOU UNTIL YOU'RE A DRY HUSK! I'M GOING TO DRAIN EVERY LAST DROP FROM YOUR FUCKING BALLS!"
Her trash talk was a weapon, each filthy word driving him closer to the edge. She was Im Nayeon, the center of TWICE, and she was proving that she wasn't just a pretty face to be fucked. She was a fucking queen, and he was her throne. And she was going to break him on it. 👑🍆💦
The shed was a fucking pressure cooker, and Nayeon was turning up the heat. Her relentless, dominant ride was a thing of savage beauty. Every slam of her hips was a declaration of ownership, the wet, percussive slap of her ass against his thighs a brutal drumbeat to their sin.
"LOOK AT ME!" she commanded, her voice raw and powerful. Her hands left her breasts, one bracing on his chest for leverage, the other tangling in his hair, yanking his head back so he had no choice but to meet her fiery gaze. "LOOK AT ME WHILE I FUCK MYSELF ON YOUR COCK! I WANT TO SEE THE EXACT MOMENT I BREAK YOU!"
Minho was drowning in her. His famous stamina was being tested in a way he'd never imagined. It wasn't about endurance now; it was about survival. Her tight, clutching pussy was a velvet vise, milking him with every downward plunge, and her filthy, arrogant mouth was shattering what was left of his control.
"You think you're so strong?" she sneered, leaning close, her sweat dripping onto his face. "You're just a fucking tool. A big, thick dildo for me to use. My personal fuck-toy. Say it!"
He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her furious descent. "Nayeon... fuck..."
"SAY IT!" she screamed, slamming down so hard he felt it in his teeth.
"I'M YOUR FUCK-TOY!" he roared, the admission torn from him. "YOUR COCK-SLEEVE! USE ME! JUST DON'T FUCKING STOP!"
A sound of pure, victorious ecstasy ripped from her throat. "THAT'S RIGHT! YOU'RE MINE!"
Her pace became even more frantic, almost violent. She was a woman possessed, chasing her own climax with a single-minded ferocity that was terrifying and magnificent. The shed walls seemed to shake with the force of their joining.
"I'M CLOSE! YOU FUCKER, I'M SO CLOSE!" she chanted, her body beginning to tremble. "I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK! I'M GOING TO SQUEEZE IT UNTIL YOU SHOOT YOUR LOAD SO DEEP INSIDE ME IT COMES OUT OF MY NOSE!"
Her words were the final catalyst. Minho felt the dam break. The coil in his gut, wound so tight it was painful, finally snapped.
"NAYEON! I'M CUMMING!" he bellowed, his back bowing off the sacks, his hands vising her hips, holding her down as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
That was all it took for her. Feeling his cock pulse deep within her, the ultimate sign of his surrender, sent her flying over the edge.
A scream, unlike any sound she had ever made—a raw, shattered, utterly broken wail of pure, mind-obliterating pleasure—tore through the shed. Her body seized, her inner muscles clamping down on his erupting cock in a series of violent, rhythmic spasms. Her vision whited out. She collapsed forward onto his chest, her body convulsing uncontrollably as wave after wave of the most intense orgasm of her life racked her frame.
Minho held her through it, his own release seeming to last for an eternity, pumping jet after hot jet of his cum deep into her clutching, milking depths. He poured himself into her, marking her, filling her, until he was completely spent, physically and emotionally drained.
For a long time, the only sound was their ragged, gasping breaths, mingling in the hot, sex-filled air. They were a tangled, sweaty, sticky mess, lying on a pile of burlap in a dusty shed. The world outside, with its grandmothers and photos and expectations, no longer existed.
Slowly, Nayeon pushed herself up. Her body felt boneless, used, and utterly, completely satisfied. She looked down at Minho. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of exhausted bliss. A slow, deeply smug smile spread across her lips.
She shifted her hips, feeling his cum, hot and wet, leak out of her well-used pussy and drip onto his stomach. The sensation was possessive, primal.
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear.
"Told you I'd break you, Uncle," she whispered, her voice hoarse but dripping with triumphant finality. "Round one goes to the bunny." 🐰💥🏆
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