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Wonyoung loves her father <3 (Incest, father x daughter)
Leeseo birthday gangbang (Gangbang, humiliate)
Leeseo birthday gangbang (non-con)
Repopulate the whole world with Wonyoung (Fictional)
Sibling desire by Wonyoung (Incest, Brother x sister)
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Maid Eunchae ( Slave, rough fucking)
Sakura's backstory (emotional, sakura x male reader!INTERNATIONAL student at Japan, debut as pornstar, for money)
Newjeans-
Minji's body deadly disease: Only her father can save her (Daughter!Minji x Male Reader!Dad) (Contains: piss drinking, armpit licking, asshole licking, brutal sex)
A filthy wild night with my Cousin and her bestie (Cousin!Minji with her bsf Hanni x You) (Contains: Threesome, pissing, kissings, facesitting, armpit licking).
Punishment of disobedience by Hanni (Humiliation, Destruction, Gangbang)
Punishment and Destruction of Newjeans - Kim Minji by her CEOs (Humiliations, Destruction, Gangbang)
Minji Gangbang (Non-Con)
Minji fucks with her grandfather (Incest, granddaughter x grandfather)
Danielle gets breed & fucked instantly after getting kicked out from Newjeans (danielle x male reader!male kpop idol)
Danielle gang-r@pe (non-con)
Aespa-
Profit and Pleasure: Earning Money as Brother & Sister (Karina) (Incest, Brother x Sister)
Itzy-
I fell in love with my sister (Yuna) (Incest, Brother x Sister)
‘You can’t choose your family’ is a phrase that means different things to many people. For some, it’s good, and for others, it’s bad, and for Jae, it was a bit of both, especially when it came to his daughter.
There was simply no helping that at 18, Karina had the body that most women and men, for that matter, only dreamed about. Jae didn’t know her exact measurements, but Karina’s mother always said, 'The girl has the smallest waist she’s ever seen, and a bigger chest and hips than almost any woman in the family. She was an hourglass, albeit an incredibly slender one.
Karina had been pegged early by a talent scout for her beauty, and to his dismay, she’d been modeling since she was 10. Some girls blossom and come out of nowhere - Karina wasn’t one of them. Jae sometimes thought she had been born to marvel at.
She was smart as hell, too - smarter than he by far. She had attitude and composure and…The list continued; he loved every little thing about her.
Except…fuck… those pictures of her… She looked like something off the front page of a magazine, but no, that wasn’t even nearly doing her justice. Looking at the recent photos that had been taken of her, Karina seemed bound to travel the world posing for years to come. And why shouldn’t she?
Still… at 18… how did she convince him to let her do this shoot? She’d worn provocative clothing before, but this black bathing suit… it just wasn’t fair. The thing was hardly anything more revealing than an average bathing suit; Karina filled it out in a way that sent any viewer’s thoughts awry.
Jae wouldn’t have 'chosen’ anyone else to be his daughter, but he also wouldn’t have chosen to be so susceptible to the thoughts and dreams inspired by her. He’d tried to broach the subject in a way that didn’t reveal too much about how he felt. Today, he meant to stand his ground and tell her she couldn’t pose for photos like these anymore.
Of course, when he tried to do so, she was sweet as ever to him, naive as she was, and never meant to cause any harm.
“Karina, honey, this shoot is very…”
“Yes, daddy?”
“I just… baby, you’re only 18 and these photos are very revealing… and you’re my little girl!”
“Oh no, daddy… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to worry you so much.”
“I know you like modeling, and you’re so beautiful, I understand why the camera loves you. It’s just that I love you too, and I would never want anything to happen to you because people see something they want and…”
“See something they want? I didn’t mean for my photos to do that, daddy… do you think that’s how people could react?”
“I have to expect that they will, sweetheart, if only to be protective of you.”
“How do you know, though, Dad? It’s just a bathing suit! I’ve worn one around you a million times!”
Her exaggeration didn’t sound overstated to him - Karina parades a seemingly endless collection of small, perfectly-fitted suits that exhibited her body so often that Jae wondered how he could live in the same house.
Something must have clicked for Karina as she saw her dad looking bashfully at the proofs in his hands. He was almost shaking, and she felt so guilty for causing him such grief. Karina wanted to throw herself at him and smother him with an apology.
She realized what he’d been getting at before. Her daddy might have known how other people felt because…maybe… he felt that way himself.
'Something they want’ - he’d said. Karina was stunned by the revelation, but also utterly flattered by the possibility that her dad might desire her in some way. It was a strange feeling that she didn’t expect.
“Daddy… you know I don’t take these photos FOR anyone else… so that anyone else will 'want’ me like you say, right?”
“Of course I know that, sweetie, but it doesn’t mean I won’t worry about you.”
Karina smiled and blushed. Little by little, an undeniable tingle worked from somewhere deep within her. Like butterflies, it started in her stomach, and she could now feel the sensation searching out, fluttering to her fingers and toes. The way he was looking at her—the way only her father could—nobody else could ever love her like that.
“How about…” Karina thought carefully, “Next time, will you be there with me for any photoshoot I do?”
His daughter caught him off guard with the suggestion. Jae’s eyes met his little 18-year-old’s and searched them for her intent.
“That way you could watch over me and be protective about the kinds of photos they’re taking of me.”
Jae had to laugh at that. Having some input on the way photographers were capturing his beautiful teenager’s perfect body and that sexy little smile of hers did sound like a bit of relief. It also sounded enticing in a way he knew he shouldn’t entertain.
“I’d like that, Karina. You sure you’d be alright with having your dad around with you dressed like that? I’m guessing you’re planning to continue modeling bikinis and such.
The words had a fatherly tone. Karina looked down at the photos and thought about the next shoot she and that photographer had discussed. Putting her finger to her lip and biting it gently, Karina met her dad’s eyes and nodded.
"Yes, daddy, maybe it would even be fun…” She said demurely.
She had felt so sexy during that photoshoot, and though she’d been nervous to show that much skin at first, now that she saw the photos, Karina looked forward to doing it again. Combined with the thought of her dad being there to see her, the tingle she’d felt earlier was turning into a full-blown buzz. Karina felt borderline woozy, looking at her dad and thinking deeply about him.
“Hey, Dad, the company I took these photos for let me keep the swimsuit. It’s so cute; I love it! Do you want to see it? I’ll put it on, and we can pretend like you were there for this shoot since you missed it!”
Her words were hasty and excited. Jae couldn’t make heads or tails of what she was getting at. Why would he agree to this? After seeing the photos, Jae would have preferred she wear nothing but a head-to-toe burlap sack to hide the beauty he’d created eighteen years ago. Why would he allow her to return to that bikini and show off again, just for him?
“Sure, sweetie, if you want to put it on!”
Jae couldn’t believe it. He’d blurted out the words before even pausing to think about it. They just slipped from his mouth, and now that they were out, he couldn’t take them back. Jae saw his daughter’s look of pure joy - a big, beaming smile that only a dad who’d done something to make his little girl positively overjoyed could know.
“Okay, just give me a minute and I’ll be right down.”
It wasn’t until Karina had entirely scampered out of the room, her hips swinging in the pajama bottoms cinched around her waist and tank top scrunched there too, that Jae felt himself take his first full breath. Oh God… as she was walking away, that little grin she flashed him while biting her lip. It was that look, the entire image of her from that smile to the little sliver of skin on the teen’s lower back, to her bare feet, practically hopping her way upstairs - that was what remained under his eyelids as he leaned back on the couch and shut his eyes.
'How did it come to this…?’ Jae thought, bewildered. He hadn’t even intended to bring up the photos, needing to gather himself before doing so. Still, it had entirely happened out of nowhere, and now his little girl was upstairs changing into the same bathing suit that had rendered him speechless before.
'Oh God, she’s up there changing, and when she comes down…shit… I need to stop this now.’
He looked down at the photo of her holding both hands over her head. She kept her beautiful blonde hair, wetted and deep gold, pulled back in interlocking fingers, and the camera drank her in from head on. The look was sweet: a long glare with her lips parted and the lightest smile on her face, one so naive to what her beauty was capable of.
She was slender and yet endowed with the most desired features. At perhaps 110 lbs, she filled out her bathing suit perfectly. Beads of water coated her skin, seeming to meander down the valley her perfect, cradled breasts created. Some way or another, he’d learned her bust was about a 32D, and it had pained him to know, given that his eyes more frequently wandered there to confirm.
The valley between Karina wonderful tits continued, past the crucial piece of string clutching each patterned triangle of black cloth together, to a continuous line down the middle of her abdomen, approaching the narrowest part of her midsection. At about the cute, inward dip of her belly button, it seemed Jae could likely hold most of her waist in both hands.
And then, across an endless stretch of skin that fell before the torturously low line of her bottom…
“Okay, Daddy, what do you think?”
His eyes came off the picture he’d been mesmerized by, finding the floor first until Karina’s graceful little feet came into view. She leaned against the doorframe and posed with one hand ruffling her hair.
Her father traced the opposite path he’d been following on the image, his eyes travelling up his daughter’s perfect, slender legs and coming to rest on her lower body where he’d just stopped short of admiring in her photo.
…ugh… the way the bottoms hugged her impressively mature hips… with that tantalizing 'v’ drawn and pulled taut below by the sleek black bottoms. If he looked any longer, Jae might risk being caught searching the gap between her thighs for an indication of what lay within.
“God, you’re pretty sweetie!” Jae uttered without thinking.
'Shit.’ he thought - maybe he should have chosen his compliments more carefully, but truth won over his fatherly obligation.
She welled up with so much pride that it burst forth from her in a room-brightening smile. Jae felt sure it was a look only he’d ever know, and as he drank in her overall figure, he wished there was more he could keep to himself.
Karina’s steps closer to him were drunk with flattery, one foot in front of another as best she could - as if she were daddy’s private model. When she got to him, she collapsed to her knees in front of him on the carpet. With her long, pretty legs wrapped around behind her, Karina propped up, so naturally and yet so seductively displaying her body for him to consume greedily with his eyes.
“So you like it then?” She asked redundantly.
Karina watched her father’s eyes glance from her, back to the photos on the table, and then back at her again. She didn’t know it then, but he was thinking just how much better the real thing was, and how impossible it seemed that such a pretty young thing as Karina could exist. With all the affection inside him, he hardly knew what about his beautiful daughter he could admit to admiring.
“I like what Karina? I like you. I don’t just like you, I love you, baby.”
Karina frowned and squinted at him - not the answer she sought.
“Do I like your swimsuit?” he asked again, knowingly. Of course I like it, sweetie, but you would look beautiful in anything, so it’s not really a fair question.“
Karina sat back on her feet, stunned physically by his words. Her eyes widened as she gazed back at her dad.
He continued, "Do I like that my daughter is 18 and looks like this?” he gestured to all of her, “and these photos are going to show other people that too?”
Karina waited fervently for his reply, still mesmerized.
“Not so much.”
She frowned momentarily, but seemed content to remember only the compliments he’d paid her. She immediately changed the subject.
“Here, I’ll show you some of the poses from those photos. The photographer said I did a really good job, and that I don’t need nearly as much direction as other girls do!”
She was excited, swaying a little left and right and fixing upon him with a look that was Karina’s signature blend of innocent and somehow incredibly sultry.
“I don’t have the wind blowing in my hair like I did, but you’ll just have to imagine it,” she said, giving her father eighteen angles to admire her.
Her body moved in ways Jae knew a father’s eyes were not meant to see. She could move her lower half independently and exhibited her prowess through several positions that further defined her beauty. Her body, her rotating hips, and the gentle transitions from pose to pose were hypnotic to the point that he had visions of what it would be like to put such incredible movements of his teenager to proper use.
“You’re a natural, honey.”
Karina giggled, “And to think, all of this came from you, right, Daddy?”
Karina had effectively arched her back and afforded her father a generous view of her youthful chest. When she brought her arms together and pushed her breasts toward each other, Jae watched in amazement as they heaved and adjusted within her top.
“I don’t know where it came from sometimes, sweetie,” he said quietly. The words were uttered with little or no consent from his distracted brain.
Did she know what she was doing? She must? Did she know what kind of thoughts she inspired by showing her body to her father so willfully? For the man who had raised her and all along studied her every want and need, he simply could not read her when it came to such a basic thing - attraction.
“Which one do you like the best, Daddy? I’ll do the pose for you!”
Karina threw her long, golden-blonde hair over her shoulder and looked at him expectantly.
'No, you can’t,’ screamed a voice in Jae’s head. Wherever it came from was far too remote, because after the last minute or two of watching his eighteen-year-old model for him, Jae’s brain refused to see the harm in a little more.
“How about this one?” he said, picking up the photo of her standing with her hands over her head and showing it to her. Karina looked satisfied.
Smiling, she focused herself and then slowly got into position. When she arrived, she looked just like in the photo—not soaking wet, but this time with only her father’s eyes there to admire her. Something about the fact that her dad had asked for her for that specific pose heightened the experience for both of them.
Before, it had been a tingle within her. Then it was a buzz. Now, Karina felt almost as if she was meandering through a dream. She’d do anything her dad asked her to… she wanted to appease his every request. Did he know what kind of control he had? Was there some line when they’d eventually reach and stop automatically because any more would be too much?
“They have a kinda coach lady that sometimes talks me through the shoot. She said my waist looks best when I put my arms up like this, but you’ve got to have the right boobs for it.”
It was an invitation to look at his baby’s chest, and Jae took it. 'Oh God, of course…’ his mind relented - her tits just hung there flawlessly. Still, they looked ample and firm.
“So… what do you think, Daddy?”
“About…” Jae asked cluelessly until, “What do I think about your…?”
He glanced down at his daughter’s chest, letting her observe where he was looking, at her request. Karina nodded.
“Karina, honey, I can’t tell my daughter what I think about her breasts, and you know that.”
The perky blonde deflated, giving her dad a frustrated glare and letting her arms fall to her sides. The topic of conversation, her breasts, shook as her posture changed.
“Oh… I didn’t think…I don’t know, you could give me constructive criticism so I can do even better next time.
Jae didn’t know whether his daughter was playing dumb, but her reasoning won him over.
"Oh, don’t give me that look, Karina…” he said, “you’re very… nicely proportioned, sweetie, so I think you look just fine in that pose.”
There was that smile again. Karina turned her demeanor back around, causing her father to doubt her conviction in the evil eye she’d so easily shed.
“There are some poses the coach told me not to do because they’d be… too provocative I think. Can I show you, and you be the judge?”
Jae merely nodded; there was nothing else to do.
“So there’s this one,” Karina narrated, flipping over and sprawling out on her back. Looking upside down at her father, she gyrated her hips around and slowly spread her legs, working her toes into the carpet when she stopped with them sufficiently apart. The sexy teen then lifted her hips off the ground, still rotating them ever so slightly.
There was no other choice but to imagine being on the other side of her, kneeling between her legs, and receiving the beautiful motion of Karina’s body. There was so much to see—the complexity of her curves, the entrancing movement of her hips, and the innocent eye contact she held with her father.
“I think it’s supposed to be a little too suggestive with like…my…” Karina glanced down to where she was holding her lower half in the air, showing her father where she meant with a wiggle, “Well, you know.”
“Yeah… I’m glad I didn’t see that in any of the pictures,” Jae admitted.
“What about now, though, it’s not as bad when it’s only for you, right, Daddy?” Karina asked.
“Sure, sweetie, I guess you’re right, as long as it’s just me.” As he said it, Jae stored a mental image of his daughter, looking up at him and waving her hips invitingly.
“I’m glad you like it. I think you’ll like this one too, then…”
Karina rolled over onto her hands and knees, sticking her butt up in the air. She arched her back first, tossing her hair and smirking at her dad. It would have been a priceless shot if he’d had a camera. But Jae was glad it was his eyes only for this private shoot. His little girl was barely clothed at all and posing just for him. He could watch her like this for hours.
Karina could feel his hungry eyes on her and saw him shift in his seat. She wasn’t an experienced girl by any means - some curious groping and kissing with boys from school - but something about her father’s composure struck her to the core. It was a feeling exponentially more exciting than the one she got posing for the camera. It was the incredibly taboo feeling of being on display for her daddy and only him.
Karina extended to her toes and fingers only on the carpet, sticking her butt as high in the air as it could go, forming a perfect triangle with the floor and stretching out for her father to see her fully. With practiced form, she brushed her nose across the threads of the carpet, rounding out her back as she did - another breathtaking motion she had perfected in her yoga class.
Except the confining sports bra—the one that usually accompanied this motion at the gym—wasn’t there. Karina was simply basking in her father’s admiring eyes and didn’t realize that as she dragged her chest across the carpet, the confines of her bikini weren’t confining enough.
As she came to a fully arched position, Jae saw, in absolute disbelief, that his daughter’s breasts were all but entirely revealed to him.
He was struck with silence.
Her nipples were pale and only slightly pinker than her skin - small circles around upright and sensitive nubs that his front teeth chattered to hold between them… They perched at the perfect apex of each soft globe, poking out at him tellingly.
Perhaps he could have fended off the attacks of her looks, pose by pose, if she had remained fully clothed, but this was too much. What amount remained? Jae stiffened fully within his pants, his disobedient manhood straining against them as his daughter’s bare breasts hung fully within his view.
Karina saw the shock on her father’s face and watched his mouth open involuntarily.
“Oh my Gosh, daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to show you my nipples!” Karina shrieked. “Jeez, I didn’t even notice, did you?”
But she needn’t have asked. Just looking at him, Karina knew he’d seen it all. The flattered 18-year-old fixed her top casually, inspired by the look in her father’s eyes.
“Only for a second, I didn’t see too much honey.”
But Karina knew beyond a doubt that he was lying. She saw the way one of his hands had snaked toward his crotch and was trying to adjust the bulge there without her noticing.
“There, all fixed,” she alerted him once she’d very slowly tucked her breasts back into the bikini.
“Here, I wanted to show you the pattern anyway; look, Daddy.”
Before Jae could protest, Karina got to her feet and approached him head-on. She put one knee down on the couch beside him and swung the other over his lap. It was an innocent gesture, not just that different from sitting on her father’s lap as she’d done many times before. But the way Karina was dressed… they were looking at each other and sizing each other up… It felt different, and both dad and daughter knew why.
Karina sat up on her knees and aligned her bikini top with her father’s eyes. She showed him the pattern on the black triangles of her top—an elegant stitchwork of flowers. One of the flowers was directly atop what he could just discern the outline of beneath, that perfect little bud he’d seen only seconds before.
“I see why you like it, baby, it’s very appealing.”
Karina settled down onto his lap and watched her father wince. She was sitting further back on his legs so she couldn’t get a great sense of the bulge he was hiding, but the further contact was enough to get a reaction from him.
“Do you think I’m appealing, though, Daddy?”
She leaned back to give her father a better view, which he took in gratefully. Karina had never seen her father inspect her in such a way before, but every second his eyes lingered, she loved it more.
“You know I’m not supposed to answer a question like that, Karina…” Jae began, “But I think I’ve already told you that you are… appealing, so do you need to ask?”
Karina looked deeply at him, “I guess not, but I like it when you say it.”
She leaned in, watching her dad’s eyes and the anticipation in them for what she’d do next. The young blonde aligned with his ear and told him softly, “I love you, daddy,” before kissing him on the cheek.
As her breath brushed across his ear and her lips fell on the tingling side of his face, something happened. Karina slid further into her father’s lap, and his hands were helping her.
His teenage daughter let out a sigh. Karina felt that the increased contact below, however incidental, meant something serious. Of their own volition, Jae’s fingers encircled his baby’s waist and slipped down to the small pair of black bottoms stretched taut around her.
Neither Karina nor her father could have said how long they stayed like that. Furthermore, it was unclear which was causing Karina’s lower body to rise and fall just beyond imperceptibly atop her father’s lap.
It was that motion again, just like he’d seen as his daughter did the fateful posing at his feet not minutes ago. Oh God, he could feel it generating beneath his palms… rotating, ensnaring desire slowly building for his baby girl.
When Karina’s breath began to get rhythmically heavier, to the point that he could match it to the up-and-down motion of her hips, Jae panicked. His cock had been throbbing against her, in sync with his young daughter and telling her… telling them both that what she was playing at was entirely possible.
But it wasn’t. This was wrong; he’d let it come too far and fast.
He lifted his hands off slowly, not wanting to alarm his daughter but feeling the forbidden warmth of her skin leave them, like it should have.
Karina reacted impulsively, immediately prohibiting the retreat of his hands with her own and putting them back together on her hips. As they returned, Karina boldly allowed herself to settle deeper into her father’s lap, pressuring his straining member more deliberately. With a sigh that approached moaning, Karina leaned against her father.
“Sweetie, maybe you should get off…” he warned.
Oh God, that was a wrong choice of words, and Karina took them as she wanted.
Karina cooed again, responding, “uh-huh,” with another kiss near his ear and an urge from her hips. They both knew what he’d meant, but when Jae felt the subtle shake of his daughter’s body, he knew she was giggling about his accidental pun.
The smirk he cracked and the mutual humor they shared were disarming. Karina didn’t want to stop, and she’d take any interpretation to stay on her daddy’s lap just like she was. Jae felt the moment when he could have turned things around slip away as Karina broke the silence.
“Is this what you were talking about before, daddy… what my photos might make people want to do?”
“Something like this, honey, but of all people, I didn’t mean me!”
She leaned back far enough to touch her forehead against her father’s.
“Why, don’t you think it’s better you than some random guy?”
“Well, yes, but I was talking about things a father and a daughter are not allowed to do.”
“What? You’re only touching my hips… I don’t mind. Do you mean something else?”
Karina was writhing her hips quite obviously, disguising it by being her usual, spunky self and smiling at him like everything was normal. Jae’s fingers felt more daringly up his daughter’s slender sides, approaching the waist he’d imagined wrapping them around. It didn’t seem possible that such soft, smooth perfection could be achieved in the curve that his palms traced, or that it could belong to his daughter.
“What else did you mean, Daddy? I’m really…really…curious.” The naughty teenager wiggled her hips about to punctuate each word, teasing her father mercilessly.
Jae was speechless at the tenacity of his eighteen-year-old. Once again, she put her hands over his, feeling them clasped at her waist. They both looked momentarily at the tell-tale bulge Karina was relentlessly pushing against. Each passionate word she spoke seemed to erode the forbidden wall between them, leaving only the clothing that separated one act from a far more meaningful one.
“Are you allowed to do this at least?” Karina asked, urging his hands to climb higher. The bumps of her ribcage meandered against his palms as Jae let his little blonde lead.
With a deep breath and the disbelief of her father, Karina quickly covered each of her breasts with his hands. They sat motionless but for the swelling of her lungs while the two contemplated the touch.
“Not,” Jae said sternly.
But he didn’t move his hands. Even when Karina removed hers to put them behind her back and slowly stick out her chest into her father’s grasp, his touch remained. Karina breathed sweetly with relief.
“Mnhhhh…” he heard her utter, “I can’t imagine why, it’s only touching… who says we can’t do that?
Absurd logic… and he knew it, but his hands were already there, and Jae had been longing to feel his daughter’s beautiful breasts since Karina had first developed them. God, they were amazing… his fingers carefully sought to detail them fully. Each mound sat proudly in his cradling grasp, more than filling it out and quivering when he massaged them.
Karina moaned without pretense. She felt her dad’s palms rub the fabric of her bra against her nipples. They screamed with sensation, and she reveled at the position in her father’s lap she’d achieved. The teen smiled widely as she saw how much her father enjoyed playing with her. His approval was all she ever wanted.
"I think you might like them better without my top on, Daddy,” she cooed sweetly.
Allowing her instincts to act on her behalf, Karina reached around and swiftly untied her bikini from behind before her father could even consider stopping her. Nobody had ever seen or touched her without a top, and as she felt the tension release from its grasp, the beautiful teen was ecstatic that the first would be her father.
He surprised her. He recognized that feeling up his teenage daughter was hardly different with or without her clothes on, so he helped her pull the bikini up and over her head smoothly.
Her breasts barely drooped, sitting up proudly and youthfully as only an eighteen-year-old can. Never, not on her mother or any of the other women before her, had he ever seen a more beautiful chest.
“So… do you like them better this way, Daddy? Or should I put my top back on because we’re not allowed?”
“Hmmm… I’m not sure yet, I’ll feel them and decide.
Karina grinned at her cheeky dad, raising her eyebrows and glancing down to ask him what he was waiting for.
His palms returned, and this time the pretty blonde whimpered louder at the direct contact to her nipples. The way he touched her… how he massaged and then gently took each nub in between his fingers with a deliberate squeeze… Her whole body seized briefly, throwing her head back and its shower of golden hair with it. As he pinched her, Jae allowed the two of them to press together firmly at the hips… two intense points of contact and an ocean of expectation between.
"Much better this way, sweetie. This feels good, I’m guessing?” He asked, gently pinching and tugging at her again.
Karina rewarded him with multiple, wonderful gyrations of her hips, “uh huh, I like it better this way too.” She let him touch her for a few more seconds, watching his eyes roam her body as she thought about where they might be headed.
“Daddy…” she whispered, bringing her eyes back to his, “show me what else my photos make you want… please… anything.”
Her eyes welled with desperation and desire. She was hardly old enough to know all that could come of an attraction as strong as theirs, but Jae wondered if he wasn’t willing to show her 'anything’ and everything.
“Karina… baby… do you know what you’re doing to me?”
She knew. She nodded almost immediately, pressing into him and telling her father she needed his guidance.
“I think so, daddy,” she cooed, reaching down between them and running her fingers over his jeans in just the right spot, “but what are you going to do to me?”
Jae had nothing left. No guilt or apprehension, no fear of taking advantage of his little girl. He drank her in one last time, observed the readied look of confidence she was trying so hard to maintain, and made his decision.
“Well, first we better get you out of these,” he said, reluctantly leaving her breasts to the cool air, and placing both thumbs beneath the tiny waistband of the remaining piece of her bikini.
“Mnnnhh…that’s what you want? That’s naughty, don’t you think, Daddy?” she said, teasing him but giving no sign of resistance as she felt her dad press his thumbs into the sensitive and soft skin just below the top of her panties.
Jae lay her backward onto the couch, and the two of them worked together to get Karina fully naked. She wiggled back and forth, helping her father tug the last tiny black piece of modesty down her long, slender legs.
When it was done, the teenager watched her appearance stun her dad for a few seconds. What he did see, between his daughter’s legs, was the prettiest, tiniest pussy he could imagine. The prize he’d uncovered was just the peek of her lips and the pink hue of that soft, shaven skin between her smooth thighs.
“Karina, honey…” he started, causing her to wait for his every word. You just keep getting more beautiful.“
Again, a jolt of excitement wracked her body as she heard her own father comment directly on a place he was certainly forbidden to admire. And if that wasn’t bad enough, what he also saw there was that his naughty little girl was quite visibly shiny and wet all around her perfect, teenage mound.
"Daddy, it’s not fair. You got me totally naked, and you’re still wearing all your clothes.”
She was right, it wasn’t fair.
“Shit, sorry sweetheart, do you want to help me out of mine then?”
Karina nodded enthusiastically and sat back up on the couch. Her dad easily removed his shirt, and while he did, his daughter was at his belt. She saw the way his pants were swelling along the path of what was within, but she’d never seen one up close. How big could it be? It was so long, almost to his waistband.
She took an extra few seconds to navigate the unfamiliar territory of his belt buckle and button, but when she had it, she pulled his pants apart eagerly.
When the two of them finally tugged at the waistband of both his pants and underwear, Karina got a view of what she’d been waiting for. Her father had seen her most intimately, and now what he’d been holding back sprang out from his pants and bobbed fatefully in front of her.
Karina gasped, marveling at his size and wondering what in God’s name he was planning to do with such a big cock.
“Daddy, oh my god… I’ve never seen one before… they can’t all be this big, right?”
“No, I guess not, sweetie. And that’s a very nice compliment to tell a man by the way.”
“What? That my daddy’s penis huge?” Karina tried to keep a straight face, but her feigned innocence broke out into a grin as she acknowledged how naughty her words were.
“Can I please touch it? I don’t even think it will fit in my hands!”
Jae gave her the same look she’d given him before, indicating for her to proceed.
It was his turn to groan this time, for Karina wasted little time encircling fingers around him with both hands. She was right; he looked bigger than ever in her sweet little grasp. Karina looked up at her father as she took hold of him, smiling at the obvious pleasure she was causing.
Her father was so hard and so aroused that his cock was throbbing, and the fact was not lost on the young teen. In her learning hands, she felt his shaft swell, and a clear liquid emitted from the very tip. She quickly touched it with her thumb, rubbing it around his already glossy head, not knowing just how sensitive and intense that would feel to him.
His head rolled around, catching a glimpse of the photos scattered haphazardly about. Jae would never be able to recount perfectly how he’d gone from the forbidden and unspoken dreams they inspired to that moment. But as his daughter spoke her curious words and explored him excitedly, he knew he could never regret what was about to happen.
“What’s this, Daddy? I can feel your cock pulsing in my hands… and it’s leaking out at the tip!”
“Unhghhh… honey… that’s pre-cum, and it only happens when your dad is really… turned on.”
Karina seemed to like that answer, and she repaid him by slowly working her two hands back and forth on his shaft.
“Does that mean I’m doing a good job, Dad? Or should I stop because we’re not allowed?”
The little tease! Her father could see the smirk on her face, and he wanted her all the more because of it. He loved everything about his little girl - her wit, rebelliousness, charm… and today he’d been given a chance to love her physically as well. He wasn’t about to waste it.
“No, it’s okay, Karina, I won’t stop you.”
Again, she was quite satisfied with her effect on him. The blonde’s hands worked more steadily over his wide member, and precum eked continuously from him. His naked little girl was doing a much better job than he’d expected to pleasure her father, and she’d been touching him for mere seconds.
Like she so commonly did, Karina took her dad by surprise, craning forward when he’d shut his eyes and keeping her hands on him while she added a new sensation to her stroking. The warm, wet embrace of his daughter’s lips and the shocking lap of her tongue encircled his tip without warning.
Jae looked down at his offspring, and she kept staring up at him the whole time. She sucked at her daddy’s head; showing him she meant to discover what the clear liquid that had been there tasted like.
He couldn’t take more than a few seconds of that. Unlike any other girl he’d been with in his life, his beautiful 18-year-old had him seemingly seconds from orgasm, and she’d only just begun.
Jae reached down to stop her, “ugh… fuck… wait sweetie… you have to stop,” he said, pushing her back and stilling her hands. Karina watched as her father breathed hastily and closed his eyes. She’d never seen a man so overcome like that.
“Daddy… were you going to cum because of me?”
Still, her father only breathed and managed to look at her.
“You were, weren’t you? It would have been okay, Daddy, I wouldn’t have minded, even if you did it on me.”
A few seconds more and he would have - all over her. The way she was perched, Jae could just imagine white streaks of his semen painting her masterpiece of a body. But with no holds barred, Jae had a much better plan.
“Yes, Karina, looking at you the way I have been, and then how you touched me… you almost made me cum right on those beautiful tits of yours.”
Karina looked down and bit her lip, obviously thinking she’d like that very much.
“I want to take my time with you, sweetie. I want to spend hours showing you every way I know to have sex… and I will…but…”
He had her attention; she stayed perched and waiting for him to go on.
“But right no,w Karina, I want to do the thing we’re definitely not allowed to do.”
Karina blushed as he called her by that name he reserved only for the most special occasions, and it seemed he had saved it for the most significant one. She looked at his erect cock, how it stood there waiting for what would come next and considered what he’d just proposed.
'The thing they were definitely not allowed to do… oh god,’ she thought with a shiver. She’d never entered such territory before, but somehow every part of her was begging to.
“You want to fuck me… now daddy?”
They stared at each other while Jae worked up the gall to admit such incestuous desires to his own daughter.
“I do, baby, but only if you want me to.”
Karina let the moment linger, pondering everything and nothing simultaneously. She knew there was no way she would stop them now, but this was perhaps the most significant moment of her life, and it felt that way.
She nodded, slowly but surely.
“I want you to fuck me too…”
Jae put his finger beneath her chin and pulled her up to kiss him. For the first time, they joined in a kiss that would precede the forbidden act they were both desperately awaiting. Once again, Karina felt passion in that kiss she’d never known possible. Her tongue and his acted as though entwined both genetically and enduringly. When they broke, Karina’s worries were being cradled away, similar to how her father lovingly lowered her to the couch beneath him.
His eyes roamed over her entire body, from her alluring blonde hair, to her youthful breasts, to her long, little legs rubbing together with her feet fidgeting nervously below.
“Daddy, I’m a virgin… You know that, right?”
“Another wonderful thing for a father to hear…” Jae smiled, “Does that make you worried about having sex with me, sweetie?”
“No, I know you’ll be good to me… It’s just…” Karina looked down, widening her eyes as she fixed on her target.
Her father caught her meaning and knew that, however ready she was for him, her tiny frame was still going to need to adjust to having him inside her, and that might cause her pain.
“I know it looks bi,g sweetie.”
“Big!” Karina retorted, “It looks like you could split me in half!”
She was only half-joking, but both Jae and his daughter chuckled once more.
“Do you really think it will fit?” she asked nervously.
Jae eyed her understandingly, “I know you’re my little girl, but your pussy is made to stretch just enough sweetie,” he reassured, “and I made you, so I’m betting we’ll fit together very well Karina.”
She smiled, tickled at the thought. Soon, something ever so close to her opening was tickling her, or rather tapping her impatiently.
Karina shook with surprise. To feel her father’s penis touch her so close… only a little closer and she might have thought it incest. 'Oh my God…we’re doing this…’ she thought.
As he came closer to her, Karina and her father felt his cock lay against her abdomen. Seeing it like that, swollen and throbbing with his heartbeat, Karina’s body quaked at the thought of what it was going to feel like. His cock looked even bigger when she considered that the distance it traveled up her belly button would be about how far it would be inside of her. She couldn’t help finding it appreciative with her hand.
“But there’s one other thing, Daddy…” Karina began; her hand seemed to be feeling her daddy’s cock, searching for something, “you aren’t wearing a condom.”
Oh… yeah… There was that.
“Honey… I haven’t needed those since not long after we had you… So I don’t have any.”
“Well, neither do I, you’re about to be my first, remember?”
“It’s okay, Karina, we can have sex without one, you’re mother told me a while ago she was going to put you on birth control. You are now right?”
“Mnhh… daddy, that’s not fair…” she chastised him as he taunted her with further pressure of his shaft against her tiny mound, “I am on the pill, but my health teacher said you should always use a condom.”
Jae drove against her again, and felt his member wetted as he slid against his daughter’s readied pussy.
“That’s very good that you always practice safe sex, Karina, but I’m your father, so having sex with me is far safer than with boys you don’t know.”
“Are you just saying that because you want to fuck me so bad daddy?”
“No, I’m just saying this ONE exception would be okay. You can have sex with me without a condom, but only with me.”
He knew that rule was ridiculous, but so was the fact that Jae was reasoning with his daughter, rubbing steadily between her soaked little lips. He’d taken hold of his cock and was playing closer and closer to her entrance. A few times, even Karina realized just how near her daddy was to taking a slightly different angle and penetrating her.
Her father’s 'exception’ was a bit self-serving, and Karina knew it. She looked doubtfully at him, making Jae worried she might want them to stop. The writhing teenager furrowed her brow as she tried to keep her wits about her with the stimulation her dad was causing below.
“I’ll stop in a heartbeat if you want me to,” he prodded, waiting a few torturous seconds for his daughter to decide.
“No, don’t stop, Daddy. It’s okay; you don’t need to use a condom.”
Jae sighed in relief as Karina lifted her hips up just enough to let her father know she was ready for him. From the teasing and grinding they were doing, she and her father glistened with clear streaks across their skin. The eighteen-year-old could once again see pre-ejaculate gathered copiously at his tip, thereafter watching it directed expertly against her opening, right where her father wanted it.
“Honey, you know I love you, right? You can call this whole thing off right no,w and it wouldn’t be incest.”
The forbidden word made her shiver with excitement. It was sweet of him to give her every opportunity to be in control of what they committed, but Karina held her father’s gaze, knowing how important her next words were.
“I love you, too, Daddy. I’m ready for you.”
With her permission, Jae watched her face closely, took a deep breath, and inserted his tip past Karina’s taut pink entrance. He felt how incredibly wet she was as it slowly spread her apart. With only the tip, his baby was making plenty of noise.
“Oh god, dad…mnghhh… I can’t believe this… uhhhkeep going…”
Still he pushed forth, and Jae’s bare cock entered his young virgin’s pussy definitively for the first time. Karina turned her head and howled against the cushion, continuing to do so as her daddy gave her another inch. Past the tip, he was wider, and those few inches were just about to push inside her.
“Fuck daddy… wait…OhGoDDdd… It’s so big…”
Jae could only watch his baby cope with the first cock she’d ever felt, but he was able to be eternally grateful that it was his own.
“It won’t fit, Daddy… it won’t! It’s too big.” She grimaced and grasped at nothing on the couch when he pushed a little further.
“Really? Ohmygod, I can’t believe you’re fucking me…ohshitt… are you sure it’s going to fit, it hurts daddy?!”
“I know it does, Karina, but I promise it will disappear. Here I’ll take it out and we can try again.”
Jae began to withdraw, but his daughter quickly reached down and grabbed the base of his cock…
“No, don’t, Daddy; I’m ready to keep trying. I want to be able to take it all… I’m made for you like you said, right?”
He loved her so deeply just then, and as Jae allowed his daughter to urge him deeper, he wondered how he could ever love someone more than her after this day.
Karina struggled and whimpered. It took a few tries to get it in, but at last her daddy came to rest inside a panting and moaning young blonde with his pelvis right against the soft mound of her pussy.
“OHHHhhhmygod… it’s so freaking deep dad…Oh, Ohfuck… is it in?”
“It is sweetie; you did such a good job.”
Jae allowed his baby to catch her breath while he simply savored the feeling of her perfect tunnel hugging him so tightly it consumed him.
“You’re so tiny and tight Karina…ohhgod… your daddy’s cock has never felt this good with anyone before sweetie.”
Karina was finally able to open her eyes all the way again and really look at her dad while he was lodged into her, as far as he could go.
“You’re really inside me, daddy… and you took my virginity…”
Jae nodded gratefully. He couldn’t help his cock swelling as he considered the reality of being his own daughter’s first.
“I’m so glad we did what we’re not allowed to dad… even if you’re fucking me without a condom” she teased.
“I guess I’m not exactly fucking you yet sweetie, this would be more like fucking you.”
He withdrew a few inches and gently slid them back in. Karina cried out, but he could see how hard she was trying to be strong for her father. He knew if he just helped her adjust a little more, he could have her moaning and bucking and begging him not to stop.
“Fuckdaddy… unhh it hurts, but it’s feeling better. Why couldn’t your cock be a little smaller?”
Jae smiled and reached around to grab her backside as he began urging into her consistently. Her perfect little asscheek conformed to his hand as he squeezed it - yet another newfound asset he looked forward to enjoying thoroughly.
Karina took a decent amount of time before her father saw the pain of adjusting to her first cock begin to melt away. It was replaced by a fire in her eyes, a desperation that said she wasn’t sure what sex was all about but wanted so badly for her daddy to teach her.
“Ohjeez…God it feels good daddy…unhhh… it’s so far inside me, I feel like you’re filling me all the way up.”
The way she talked to him, that sweet voice speaking words of incest and lust… it was doing things inside Jae’s brain he’d never encountered before. He felt his daughter’s body against him and could sense, simply from the touch of her skin, all of the features he’d been admiring for years. He kissed her, surprising her with the contact but quickly leading to a full-on make-out session while they came together at the hips.
“Oh sweetie… ughh… I’m the luckiest dad in the world… god, you feel so good.”
Like she was made for it, Karina widened her legs little by little, and her father fucked her more thoroughly. Remembering the first time he was atop her, thrusting away with her legs spread apart and her cries of “daddy” filling the room around them, was a memory that could get him hard in an instant for many years to come.
But for now, as his little girl wrapped her legs around him and took his thrusts so well it made him proud, Karina and her father got utterly lost in each other. Kissing… breathing…groping… they let everything in their lives fall away but for each other - locked together in an incestuous coupling that seemed to conquer all.
And in that coupling, with Jae’s hips thudding against his daughter in breast-shaking and powerful motions, both of them forgot themselves.
With little warning, Jae felt the unstoppable sensation of a shockwave coming from deep within him. He was beyond thinking of changing course. Karina, too, hadn’t even considered that there was still some ability to be safer, even if her daddy wasn’t wearing a condom.
“Oh God, your dad’s gonna… oh Karina…” Jae breathed as his hips connected with her over and over. He felt the teenager’s feet gently urging him from behind - her whole body was clasping around him and begging him to continue. He rolled his hips just right, sliding inside Karina’s pussy while pressuring her clit as well.
“Daddy… I feel…unhhh… light-headed…ohmygod… keep fucking me like that.”
There was no accounting for time when Karina’s father might have chosen to pull out of her and perhaps spray his load across her bare, beautiful abdomen. Instead of that, he felt it well up from within and shoot directly inside her before he even knew what hit him.
Karina, pleasured into the next universe as she was, didn’t realize what was happening until a bolt of warmth filled her even more deeply than she’d felt the very tip of her father’s cock. He had buried into her and something more copious than the pre-cum was spurting out into her teenage pussy.
“Daddy… oh my god… I can feel…oh…oh… fuck daddYYEEE…” She wasn’t prepared for it. She wasn’t ready for any of it, and the quickly escalating climax that Karina had been feeling was suddenly upon her right as she thought a second spray of her father’s sperm inside her.
Jae bucked as he and his little girl clutched each other tightly. She was digging her nails into his back and her pussy seemed to spasm in rhythm with the spurting of semen from his tip. Her cries and the way she needed him so badly were beyond Jae’s ability to describe or comprehend.
They hadn’t discussed whether it would be okay for Karina’s father to unleash a load of life-giving sperm inside her, let alone one so plentiful it could only be meant for his eighteen-year-old daughter. Karina felt her father swell considerably with each pump of his spunk.
After their clamoring and moaning against each other’s lips, the two were silent but for periodic gasps and whimpers. At the same time, they experienced their first orgasm together and then recovered from it. The build-up had been short, but neither Karina nor her father could imagine waiting any longer for the release, which had found them perfectly in sync.
“Daddy, that was… that was…” but even the rambunctious blonde was short on words.
Karina had tried to speak before her breath returned to her.
When it did, she managed to ask, “Is THAT what my pictures made you want to do to me?”
Jae laughed aloud, wincing as the shake made his cock adjust slightly, still buried in his daughter’s pussy.
“To be honest, sweetie, that’s just the start. And it wasn’t your pictures, baby, it was you.”
Karina’s eyes widened, and she broke out a beautiful smile, which he was relieved to see given the circumstances.
“You didn’t say you were going to cum in my pussy daddy…”
“I know, sweetheart… You just felt so good, I didn’t realize I was doing it until…”
“Shh…” Karina stopped him with a finger to his lips, “it’s okay, when I felt your sperm in me it made me cum so hard too daddy… I liked it.”
Karina pecked her father on the lips before continuing to praise him,
“God, I never thought… I didn’t know I could cum like that… it was much different than when I… you know… masturbate.” the teenager admitted.
Jae found it adorable that she would be bashful in the absurd and forbidden situation for which they were both very much responsible.
“I’m glad you liked it baby, because I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard either, your pussy is perfect, Karina.”
“I think you came… like… a lot, daddy. I can feel it everywhere in me.”
The two of them looked down where Jae was still sunk into his daughter’s pussy. Ever so slightly, her abdomen was mounded along the path of her dad inside her, and they both focused on how incredible it was to feel the very sperm that had made her, along with the cock it came from, now definitively within her eighteen-year-old quim.
“Can I look, Daddy? Will you take it out?”
Not wanting to comply, but also hoping to see his excited daughter appeased, Jae slowly withdrew his cock from her. It seemed to take forever to slide out, but when it did Karina’s young pussy attempted immediately to return to its original tightness.
As Karina’s lips pursed back together, they saw the result of their lovemaking peeking out. Where at first, it was just a bead of thick white; soon an entire glob of semen was emitted, joined quickly by a second flowing from right from Karina’s tiny quim.
“Oh… my… god. Daddy, is that all your sperm?”
“Yes, sweetie, looks like I’ve made quite a mess of you, huh?”
Seeing that look of pure wonder in his daughter’s eyes while she watched his spunk drip out, Jae wondered when he’d wake up from the dream that had been that afternoon with Karina.
The only thing to stop it was a quick motion of her dad, who planted his tip safely below and let the cum coat him as it leaked from his daughter.
“Those could all be my brothers and sisters… technically… right, Daddy? If I didn’t start taking birth control on Monday.”
The naughty little thing, she was rubbing it in…wait…"WHAT?“
"What daddy, I asked if your cum is technically my brothers and sis…”
“No, the other thing, what did you say about your birth control?”
“Oh, that it’s a good thing I started taking birth control on Monday, although I don’t think mom knew when we went to the doctor that I’d be getting it for you!”
Karina saw an alarm in his eyes.
“What is it, Daddy?”
“Karina, I know you always say that I don’t know enough about girl-problems, but…”
He looked down at the cum-coated opening of his daughter’s pussy, at her glistening body and the little smile that she still couldn’t seem to shake, and reluctantly told her the truth.
“Sweetie, birth control takes a few weeks to start working. Didn’t they tell you that when you were there with your mother?”
“Well, yes, maybe, but I was mad at her dragging me there because of ONE boy who she thought I was hooking up with. I wasn’t really listening very closely because I thought it was stupid.”
The reality set in. Karina had been on birth control for a total of two days - far from enough to be having unprotected sex AND taking such a copious infusion as what he’d given her. So he’d just filled his own daughter with an incredible amount of sperm, and the only safe assumption was that she was entirely vulnerable to becoming pregnant.
Karina looked worried… “I didn’t know daddy… I’m sorry… ohgod, and I’m right in the riskiest part of my cycle, I think.”
“Hey hey hey,” Jae quickly consoled her, not wanting to let her go into a panic, “don’t worry at all, sweetie, there are a lot of things we can do. Remember, it’s much safer to have sex with me… because I will always take care of you.”
“You promise… I just… they tell you all these horror stories about getting pregnant and stuff…”
Jae had to chuckle: “I remember those videos—they’re probably still showing you kids the same ones from when I went to school.”
Karina seemed to be looking for something more comforting than that.
“How many of those videos talked about girls having sex with their fathers? Huh?”
Of course they didn’t, and Karina squinted speculatively at him.
“None of them, I guess…”
“Exactly, so let me take care of you then, okay, honey, just trust me?”
Karina smiled, “I do trust you, Daddy.”
This whole time, Jae had noticed his cock’s refusal to soften. As soon as his daughter’s vulnerability entered the mix, he stiffened.
Karina noticed too. “Does your cock stay hard like that for long daddy?”
She reached down to it, feeling its sticky coating on her fingers as they wrapped around his shaft.
“It usually doesn’t do this, baby, it just means I’m still aroused and I still want to have sex with you…”
The revelation stunned her. She was now filled with the incestuous and incredibly risky sperm of her father, and he seemed ready to repeat the very act that could lead to her becoming pregnant with the child of her own father.
“But we can't… not again… right, daddy?”
Jae seemed to consider this seriously. For starters, he had only taken his baby girl in one ofthe many positions he intended to show her for her first time. Secondly, he’d so rarely had the opportunity to go again immediately, and the hard cock she now held in her hand seemed to be daring him to.
“Actually, sweetie, I’m not sure it would be any riskier than what we’ve already done…”
Karina didn’t seem to follow.
“I think we can both agree that all of this,” he motioned, wiggling his tip around the teen’s entrance and disturbing the pool of cum that had settled there, “is about as big as our risk is going to get.”
Again, that puppy-dog look of expectation that she wore so well flashed across her face.
“So… you’d fuck me again even though you know you could get me pregnant?”
“In a heartbeat,” Jae admitted proudly.
“Oh God… that would be naughty, Dad… bad of us.”
But Karina seemed to be simply talking to herself. She continued holding onto her father’s shaft like a comforting toy she needed to hold to feel safe. She stroked it instinctively while her father watched the wheels turning in her head.
“Would you cum inside me again too daddy?”
“I could… if you wanted me to.”
“Unhhh…” Karina cooed. He hadn’t even touched her, but the teen’s body quivered nonetheless. “Oh God… I can’t believe I’m considering this…”
Karina sat up to meet her father and lingered close before kissing him. Somehow, magically between them, Karina had managed to get ahead of her father, and as their tongues met each other’s, Jae’s cum-slathered tip found his daughter’s opening once more.
He leaned back on the chair, letting Karina follow and allowing her to guide just how far inside her she would allow his cock on this second round. Feeling what a sticky mess it was between them, both Karina and her daddy were immensely turned on by the copious remainder of Jae’s orgasm, easing the insertion into her. Again, her 18-year-old pussy resisted him, but an eager Karina was not deterred.
Having his daughter in his lap like this was much better than before when she was still wearing her swimsuit. Instead of moving up and down innocently as she had been, now every movement urged her father’s penis further into her impossibly tight body.
She seemed content to lift a few inches and fall back into her father’s embrace, squeezing her breasts against him each time. Jae allowed her to do exactly as she pleased, and he took the opportunity to explore her body with his hands once more.
Unhhh…dad… I love when you touch me like that…" she moaned.
Jae pawed at her like an animal, his fingers gripping all over her back, at her sides, her hips and resting finally with a handful each of her butt. He spread her cheeks gently as he gripped her.
“Karina…honey… will you do something for me?” Jae hissed.
“Of course, daddy,” she said, slowing her movements and looking into his eyes, “anything.”
“How you were moving your hips before when you were posing for me… could you…unghh… could you do that now?”
Karina thought for a second and then broke out into a gleeful smirk. She nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted.
Jae felt her bottom half begin a different routine. It started as a tiny circle that she drew around the cock that was planted firmly at its center. Then she repeated it, widening the arc and realizing that if she moved just right, she could let her daddy slide in and out of her with each rotation.
Holding her like that, Jae felt his daughter move in a completely unreasonable way; he should be forbidden. To experience it fully, Jae leaned back on the couch and directed his daughter to continue her efforts atop him.
His eyes ravaged her. He watched the entrancing motion of her hips, feeling each sensitive withdrawal and insertion back into Karina’s dripping pussy. He heard the slick, subtle sound of their junction and the incestuous fluids that were combining there. His daughter’s presence enveloped him.
“Like this, Daddy? Unghh fuck… is this what you wanted?”
“That’s exactly what I meant, baby…mnphhh… you’re doing it perfectly.”
Jae mentally noted just how majestic his daughter looked in that position while he watched her for another moment. He tried to experience each sense individually: her moans, the embrace of her young tunnel, the sight of her abdomen flexing with the effort of each gyration.
Karina put her hands on her father’s chest, leaning in to kiss him, but not failing to lift her hips up and down while she did. He moaned into her mouth, and she into his until they broke the kiss, and Karina looked intently at him as she tried to keep her hips moving.
The sight of his daughter’s tits squeezed together by her arms and thrust toward him warranted only one response. He leaned in and kissed around each nipple before taking one at a time into his mouth and sucking on them, or nibbling - whichever he preferred. Karina had no idea just how pleasurable that could be.
In a matter of seconds, Jae felt his daughter’s hips begin bucking a bit wildly. He took hold of them, knowing from the glisten of sweat on her forehead that she might weaken before the full brunt of her orgasm could consume her. With daddy’s help, that wouldn’t happen.
He lifted Karina’s backside for her while still doing his best to keep one of her nipples between his lips. His teenage daughter howled, even attempting to retreat, but he held her tight and refused to stop fucking her until she begged him.
“Daddy…ohfuck… wait… I can't… I can’t brea…unhhhh please daddy please!”
She tried to sit up on her knees as she spasmed, making it harder to thrust fully into her, but he managed. Incredibly, Jae felt wetness dripping from his daughter’s already drenched pussy as he bucked into her, knowing more stimulation would make her orgasm all the more intense.
He wore a proud smile as his little girl came for the second time, feeling her lose control of her body as she cried out and her pussy clamped almost painfully down on him. Karina was the most dangerously beautiful thing he’d ever seen in that never-ending orgasm. When it finally released its hold on her, she slumped down, panting for air and quivering uncontrollably. Jae received her in loving arms.
When she recovered enough, Karina put her palms on her father’s strong chest, feeling his muscles beneath them as she propped herself up and shook back her messy, blonde hair.
“Okay… holy crap dad…”
Jae chuckled at the first words she’d managed in minutes.
“I couldn’t breathe, and you kept holding me and fucking me and then… I think I might have blacked out, Daddy!” She hit him on the chest like it was all his fault. Perhaps it was.
“Maybe that’s all true, but something tells me you kinda liked it… at least a little bit?” he queried.
Karina growled, hitting him with a closed fist on the chest again before cracking a frustrated smile.
“Urghh… yes, I liked it, but you’re still mean.”
Karina curled to look down between them. Her little pelvis was pushed to the base of her daddy’s cock as she rested in his lap. She could see its incredible width spreading her open, and their connection was now further coated with her fluids.
“God, daddy, I’m so wet. Is sex always so messy?” she asked in a way that only an eighteen-year-old daughter could.
“Usually it’s only like this when two people are incredibly aroused, sweetie, but I’m sure that my swimmers from earlier aren’t helping.”
“Speaking of which, daddy… I thought you said you were going to cum inside me again?”
Jae’s brain buzzed to hear her so casually mention that.
“I will, sweetie, I just wasn’t ready yet.”
“Oh, you want to fuck your daughter some more?” Karina asked, moving her hips around ever so slightly to tease him, “Haven’t you had enough of me yet?”
“Not even close, baby, I have lots more things to show you.”
Karina bounced with youthful excitement, and despite the temptation to let her continue doing that, Jae quickly lifted him and his baby off the couch. The beautiful blonde squealed as he picked her up like it was nothing. Ohhh… and the way he managed to keep his big cock deep inside her the whole time… Karina’s body shivered at the feeling.
Jae had never had sex in such a position, nor standing in the middle of the family room. Mostly, he’d never been with such a small, pretty young thing that he could easily maneuver against him. Karina squealed again as her dad manhandled her expertly and she felt his penis sliding in and out of her.
“Mnhhh… daddy… you’re so strong,” she flattered him. He pulled her close for a tangled kiss and humped into her a few more times before moving her to the floor.
“How about you show me that pose like you were before, sweetie?”
“Which one, Daddy - on my back, or my knees?”
“Knees,” Jae stated assuredly.
“Mnhh… okay, Karina said, finally feeling her daddy’s cock pulling out of her. When it was fully revealed, a little 'puff’ of air followed, exhibiting just how tight Jae’s little girl was.
"What’s this called again, Daddy?” Karina asked as got ready once again for her handsome father to fuck her in a new position.
“It’s called doggy honey.”
She giggled. Karina knew what it was called, but couldn’t help baiting her father, “So I’m your little doggy daddy? Arf arf!”
Jae rolled his eyes - hearing that coupled with the way she was swaying her upturned ass was yet another scene he couldn’t have imagined if he tried. Karina felt her dad slowly spread her legs as he knelt between them. His hands came down in a clap on her cheeks, and the eighteen-year-old whimpered as he massaged her, spreading her little lips a few times in the process.
“Are you gonna put it back in me?” She baited him, “Your little puppy is waiting for your BIG cock to be inside her daddy.”
Karina tried to go on to make another mocking little bark, but her dad managed to turn it into a howl as he lined up with her puffy little pussy and sunk a few inches into her first. Amazingly, Karina helped him by leaning back into his thrust and meeting his pelvis with the soft cushion of her young, pert ass.
“Unhhhh… fuck… daddy it feels really big this way… jeez… did your cock grow even bigger?”
“No sweetie, your body is just a little…mphhhh… more tense this way. Try to relax.”
“It’s okay, it still feels good…ooohh arf arf… don’t worry,” Karina joked.
Jae wasn’t worried. He knew that, like every other moment with Karina, the two of them were a perfect fit. Well, her teenage pussy definitely took some convincing, but with each thrust into her from behind, Jae became more convinced that he’d brought her into this world for the very purpose they were now playing out together.
He reached forward and took one of Karina’s breasts in his hand. As they established a rhythm, Karina could see why her dad wanted her in this position. She felt vulnerable and on display for him. He had complete control of her body and all she could do was stay upright and accept his incredible cock.
He groped her needily, and Karina rewarded him with the cries that were clear, beautiful melodies to her father. The young blonde hardly even realized it until she felt her dad helping her all the way to the floor, so that her nude little body joined the carpet, tickling her skin.
Jae pushed his daughter’s legs together so she was a long, slender line on the carpet, and he straddled her with his cock still inserted in the perfect little cleft between her legs. She was softer, more accepting of his thrusts, and he could see her breasts spreading out to the sides of her body each time he came down atop her with an audible smack.
“Ohfuck daddy… this is …mnhhh… this is incredible.”
A twinge of guilt prodded him as Jae held his little girl in place, but something about her helpless little form, moaning and writhing as he impaled her from above, was incredibly arousing. He grabbed her hands and pulled them around behind her back, restraining her further.
Karina was surprised at him. It wasn’t like her father to control her like this, but that was likely the reason she could feel her body singing with pleasure. Her youthful quim leaked even more as her daddy dominated her, relentlessly sliding his cock into the small opening left between her locked thighs.
Fucking his little girl in such a way brought Jae closer than he’d planned to orgasm in no time. He finally let go of her, just when Karina and her father were both starting to feel that now-familiar buzz of sensation in their outermost extremities. He slowed his thrusts to a halt, and then reluctantly slid out of her perfect little pussy.
Jae rolled his beautiful daughter over beneath him, and marveled at the flushed smile she bore, stretching out beneath him - naked as the day she was born.
“Well, that was interesting, Daddy…you liked holding me down, didn’t you?”
“I did, baby, you were so sexy I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t go too far, did I?”
Karina reached out for her father’s cock one more time, holding it and shaking her head no as she gripped him appreciatively.
“No, it was really hot Dad… you almost made me cum again!”
“Me too, sweetie,” he admitted, “just a little more and I would have, but I wanted to look at your pretty face when I did.”
Karina blushed, curling up and bathing in the gaze of her loving father above her.
“How about you show me that one other naughty position, and I’ll fill up that naughty little pussy of yours with all of your brothers and sisters, like last time.”
“I can’t wait, Daddy…” Karina breathed, gracefully maneuvering a leg to either side of her father. When she spoke again, she was already lifting her hips up off the ground for her daddy like she had in her bathing suit. “I’m all yours.”
This time, her wet little pussy was pointing right at him, and Jae wasted little time sitting up on his knees and wrapping his hands around his daughter’s suspended hips. This was the very position he’d imagined joining her in before, and as his tip wavered over her warm little pussy, he was immeasurably glad to play out his fantasy.
Karina and her father both breathed in sharply as he slid into her 18-year-old pussy again. He supported his baby as she held herself up, causing her back to arch and her entrance to form the perfect angle with his invading cock. With such a display of her breathtaking, sprawled beauty, Jae knew he would not last long.
Karina flexed her body as best she could, letting her father once again build up a good tempo until he was fucking her hard enough to shake her firm breasts mightily with each sway of her body.
She was just too incredible. He thrust into her, and in all too short a time, the familiar sensation of losing control returned..
“Sweetie, I might cum soon… you’re too much for your dad.”
“Good daddy…unghhh… I’m really close too…”
He felt her doing her best to move her acrobatic hips along with his.
“Mnhh… fuck… my pussy’s all ready for your sperm daddy…”
Another thrust landed, and with it the perilous proximity of Jae’s orgasm, approaching all the faster as his daughter’s words encouraged him.
“Right in the risky part of my cycle,” she continued. “Oh God, it’s so big…mnhh… and I guess I’m not really on birth control either… unhhhh… am I daddy?”
“You’re a naughty little girl Karina…fuck honey… it almost sounds like you want me to get you pregnant…”
The two of them were fucking each other with reckless abandon - Karina’s hips rotating as best she could, and Jae greeting her again and again with forceful, and appropriate thrusts.
“Mnhhh you already could have gotten me pregnant the first time daddy… ughh fuck your penis is so big… there’s no harm in trying again, right?”
She knew that wasn’t exactly what he’d said, but it didn’t matter. Karina could see from the look on his face that they would, in fact, 'try’ again very soon.
“That’s it, daddy…” she managed. She’d been focusing so much on making her father cum, that she hardly realized the spider web of electricity slowly overtaking her body.
“Cum in your little girl daddy…mhhh… shoot all your sticky sperm in my pussy… I want you to!”
Jae grunted loudly, shoving so deeply into his daughter that she felt him reach a point where he could go no further. She waited, her body begging for the swell of his cock and then…
Karina felt her father’s already massive member grow inside of her before it bathed her cervix with a stream of life-giving semen. Karina simply couldn’t bear how wonderful and forbidden it was to feel the stuff that made her eighteen years earlier filling her own pussy.
She toppled with her father, seeing the desperate look in his eyes as he fought to keep up, bucking until she came with him. As his cock spurted again inside his baby, Jae got his wish.
The two of them were perfectly synchronous. Each time Karina’s tunnel clenched down on her father, it coaxed another gush of semen into her. They worked together to keep the teenager’s hips aloft as her father mashed against her, throbbing as deeply inside her as he could.
Always a voracious little one, Karina tried rotating her hips around the way she had when posing for her daddy before. Only this time, with his pumping member inside of her, and it was sensitive as hell. Jae managed to stay upright, but only just. His daughter’s incredible bottom worked out another few generous ropes of his cum as it gyrated around him.
Accidentally, Karina moved just a bit too ambitiously and her daddy’s cock found its way out of her. To her delight, it had just a little more white gunk to reward her with, which squirted oh-so-beautifully across her perfect mound and the smooth skin just below her belly button. Karina liked seeing it on her - a warm and welcome depiction of the much more abundant amount inside.
“It’s dripping…” she whined.
Karina couldn’t see quite as well as her father, but she could feel it. As he regained himself, Jae watched his fateful load gleaming at Karina’s swollen entrance. Laid is back the way she was; his daughter is doing a better job of keeping it all inside her, but Jae helps her out by covering the exit once again with his tip.
“There,” he said, “now you just have to stay like that forever and all my cum will stay inside of you.” Jae couldn’t help thinking he would be fine with that.
“Not all of it,” Karina said, looking at the little mishap of spunk that hadn’t made it inside her. To her father’s utter disbelief, she ran two fingers through the streaks and brought their coated tips into her mouth.
“I knew it would taste good.” She said, delighted with herself and the look on her dad’s face.
Jae finally collapsed, landing with a thud at his daughter’s side and rolling her toward him.
They simply stared for a while, one searching the other for signs of how they were thinking and feeling. Before she went crazy, Karina spoke up.
“What are you thinking?” She asked her father.
It was a question he’d heard many a time, but it was rarely one he had a good answer for. This time, though, he didn’t even have to consider it.
“I was just thinking that I don’t know what I’ll do now that I’ve had you.”
“What do you mean, Daddy?” she prodded inquisitively.
“I mean that I just know there won’t be anyone I love so much for… well, forever.”
Karina beamed. She nuzzled against her father like his little puppy and swam in the loveliness of his words. The warmth of her daddy’s orgasm slowly seeping down across the back of her thigh was replaced by the utter passion of his loving embrace.
“I know I’m only eighteen, but I don’t want you to love anyone else like that, daddy…” Karina said bashfully. I want us to be together. Is that okay?“
God, she was so beautiful, inside and out. "Of course that’s 'okay,’ sweetie. I told you I’d always take care of you. But I won’t get in the way of you finding someone who loves you, to have babies with, and all that.”
“That’s not fair, Daddy, you said you won’t find anyone else, but I have to?”
“No… I guess not… no that’s not what I meant…” There she was again, quicker than he by a long shot.
“Besides… I’m pretty sure that I might have already found someone to have babies with…” she implied, seeing her dad taken aback, “he just took my virginity and came in my pussy TWO times when he knew I could get pregnant.”
“Now you’re not being fair, I didn’t know the first time!” Jae rebutted.
Karina gave him a hard look, holding it and making him worry for a second. Then she cracked, feeling guilty and not wanting to give her father too much grief.
“I know you didn’t daddy, but you still fucked me again didn’t you?”
“I guess I did, and I’d do it again 1,000 times,” Jae told her decisively.
“Only 1,000 times? I’m only 18, Daddy, and now that I’m not a virgin anymore, I’m going to need you to 'take care of me’ a lot, I think.”
Karina squirmed in her father’s arms. Feeling her naked little body against his, Jae had little doubt he would be able to keep up with his daughter’s demands.
“And I think you’ll have to keep filling me up with your sperm, daddy, my orgasms were SO intense when you did.”
“Who’s the naughty one now, huh?” Jae chided.
“We both are,” Karina answered.
She and her father fell silent until the magnetism of their passion for each other brought them together. They kissed and touched in ways that made Jae feel as youthful as his beautiful daughter.
Thoughts of what came next for them hadn’t entered either of their minds yet. After an hour of lying together and talking quietly about everything and nothing, the two admitted defeat to the necessity of cleaning themselves up before anyone else could get home.
Karina yelped as sticky cum that had pooled between her legs trickled down one of them. That sight, of his naked little girl dripping with the utterly exposing remnants of their unprotected sex, was one he hoped to replicate again and again.
There was so much in store for them, more than likely some difficulty if they really wanted to be together, but the satisfied prance of Karina and the loving admiration with which he followed her, was all the two of them needed in that moment.
“I have another shoot a week from now,” Karina announced at the dinner table, only an hour or two after she and her father had showered together and reluctantly ended their day of temptation, lust, and lines crossed.
“That’s great, honey, where at?” Asked her mom, sounding disinterested.
“It’s on the beach, and it’s for five days to ensure good weather! It’ll be like a little vacation.” Karina said excitedly.
“Well, your dad will have to take you then, because I’m far too busy with work right now.”
“I know, Mom. Dad and I talked about it, and he will take care of me on my shoots now.”
“Sure, that’s fine with me. Are you sure you’re okay with that, Jae?” his wife asked.
Karina smiled widely, but the naughtiness in her eyes was only for him. If only they knew that the little blonde was sitting there with her daddy’s cum swimming about inside her…
“Yeah, I’m fine with it. Somebody needs to be there to make sure our daughter is safe.”
His words stunned Karina. But then… mom couldn’t know that their version of 'safe’ was daddy filling her eighteen-year-old pussy with potent sperm and full awareness of the risk. He only glanced at her briefly to assert his meaning, but Karina caught it, and the warmth he’d deposited within her seemed to return.
“The good news is, Daddy, we’ll have multiple days off to explore together.”
She looked directly at him, but his clever little daughter seemed as good at this as he was.
“And maybe get up to some trouble?” Jae continued the banter in front of his unsuspecting wife and son.
“I don’t like the sound of that at all.” His wife stated, but he knew she couldn’t possibly understand all the trouble he was imagining with Karina.
“I do,” said Karina, her words only for her father.
Danielle gets breed instantly after she was kicked out from Newjeans
plot: Male Reader(you or y/n) is a Male Kpop in a boy group under HYBE entertainment. You and Danielle hence, meet sometimes, particularly during events, and have a positive bond and know each other.
Kinks: romantic sex, anal, virgin sex, very much pissing, rimjob(both sides), rough fuck but in love, breeding, shy sex.
for a rough version, read my another Danielle smut in ao3 which is essentially non-con btw!
p1
You are Y/N, a member of one of HYBE's popular boy groups. You've been in the industry for a few years now, working hard, performing on the same stages as NewJeans during company events, award shows, and year-end concerts. Over time, you and Danielle became kind of close—not best friends, but more than just acquaintances. You'd always find each other in the waiting rooms, sharing snacks, laughing about stupid schedules, or complaining about practice. The way she smiled at you a little longer, the way your heart beat faster when she hugged you hello. You liked her. A lot. And you were pretty sure she felt something too, even if neither of you ever said it out loud.
But everything changed on December 29, 2025.
The news hit like a bomb: ADOR terminated Danielle's contract. She was out of NewJeans. Out of the group she'd poured her everything into. You saw the statement, the fan reactions exploding online, the hate, the confusion. You kept checking your phone, wondering if you should message her. You didn't want to overstep, but you couldn't just do nothing.
The next day, December 30, you finally couldn't take it anymore. Late at night, after practice, you scrolled through your contacts and found her number—one you'd saved from a group chat during a HYBE family concert last year. Your hands shook a little as you pressed call.
The phone rang… and rang… then she picked up.
"Hello…?" Her voice was small, hoarse, like she'd been crying for hours.
"Danielle? It's… it's me, Y/N." You kept your voice soft. "I just heard about everything. Are you okay?"
There was silence, then a broken sob. "Y/N… no… I'm not okay…"
You felt your chest tighten. "Where are you? Talk to me."
She started crying harder, words tumbling out between gasps. "I went home after the news… my family… they were so mad. They blamed me for everything, said I ruined my life, that I was stupid for trusting my agency.. And now my dad is also extremely angry.. he hit me. Hard. More than once. I couldn't stay. I just ran out. I have nowhere to go. My group members…. Minji, Hanni, Haerin… they blocked me. Everyone blocked me. I'm alone. Completely alone."
Your blood boiled. How could her own family do that? How could the company just throw her away after everything? "That's fucked up," you said, voice shaking with anger. "ADOR is trash for this. Your family… they don't deserve you. And the girls… I don't know what they're thinking, but you didn't do anything wrong. You fought for what you believed in."
She cried even more at that. "Thank you… no one else is saying that…"
"Listen to me," you said firmly. "Come to my place. Right now. My dorm is empty tonight—my members are at their families' houses for the holidays. I'll send you the address. You shouldn't be out there alone."
"Really…? I don't want to bother you…"
"You're not bothering me. I care about you, Danielle. A lot. Please come."
After a long pause, she whispered, "Okay… send it."
P2:
An hour later, there was a soft knock at your dorm door.
You opened it and your heart broke.
Danielle stood there in an oversized hoodie, face red and puffy from crying, eyes swollen, hair messy under her cap. She had a small backpack slung over one shoulder—the only thing she grabbed when she ran. Bruises were already forming on her cheek and arms where her hoodie sleeve rode up.
You guided her to the couch, sat her down, and knelt in front of her, holding both her hands.
"Look at me Danielle," you said gently. "This isn't your fault," you told her. "The company used you. Your family doesn't understand what you've been through. But I do. I've seen how hard you work. How kind you are. How much you love your members, your fans… you didn't deserve any of this."
She lifted her tear-streaked face. Even like this, she was beautiful.
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "I feel so lost… like everything I worked for is gone." - says her.
You reached up and wiped her tears with your thumb. "Then we'll figure out the next thing together. You're not alone anymore. I promise."
She stared at you for a long moment, eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, she leaned forward and rested her forehead against yours.
"Thank you, Y/N… I don't know what I would've done without you."
You both stayed like that for a while—just both breathing together.
P3:
You stand up from the couch..
"Let me make you some tea. It'll help you calm down a little."
She nods, wiping her eyes. "Thank you, Y/N…"
You go to the small kitchen in your dorm, boiling water and picking her favorite—chamomile with a bit of honey, something you remember her mentioning once during a late-night talk at a company event. As the tea steeps, you glance back at her on the couch. She's curled up, hugging her knees, watching you quietly. Every time your eyes meet, she looks away fast, cheeks turning pink. You catch yourself doing the same—stealing little peeks at her damp hair falling over her face.
Danielle shifts a little on the couch, pressing her thighs together without thinking. While you were making tea, watching you move around the kitchen so caring and gentle… she couldn't help it. Her mind wandered. Imagining you like this every day—coming home to you, you making tea for her like a husband. The thought made her pussy tingle and get wet. Just a little at first, then more. She got so shy she almost couldn't look at you when you handed her the mug. Now she's still wet, the warmth spreading under the borrowed sweatpants. She hopes you can't tell.
You bring two mugs back. She takes the cup with both hands, blowing softly on the hot tea.
"This is perfect," she whispers, taking a small sip.
More silence. More peeks. Your eyes drop to her lips when she drinks. Hers drop to your hands wrapped around the mug, then lower to your chest. You feel your face heat up.
After finishing the tea, she sets the mug down and hugs herself.
"I feel… kinda gross," she says quietly. "I was running around all day, crying, sweating… Can I take a bath? Please?"
"Of course," you say right away. "Bathroom's right there. Towels are clean. Take as long as you want."
She smiles gratefully and stands up, disappearing into the bathroom. You hear the door lock softly, then the water start running.
P4:
You sit on the couch, trying to distract yourself with your phone, but your mind won't stop. The sound of water splashing, knowing Danielle is naked in there, just a few meters away… it's too much. You imagine her under the warm water, soap sliding over her smooth skin, her small breasts, her stomach with sexy boobs, down between her legs. Your dick gets harder in your pants. You shift, trying to hide it, feeling guilty but so turned on. You've never been this close to a girl like this. You're a virgin—just like she is.
Inside the bathroom, Danielle sinks into the hot water and lets out a long sigh. It feels so good after everything. But her mind keeps going to you. Waiting outside. So kind. So handsome. She closes her eyes and her hand drifts down her body without meaning to. She touches her wet pussy lightly—still slick from earlier thoughts of you. She bites her lip hard to stop a moan. She imagines your hands instead of hers. Your mouth. How gentle you'd be.
After a long bath, she finally steps out, dries off, and wraps the big towel around herself. It covers her fully, but barely—hanging just above her knees, hugging her chest. Then she remembers: she didn't bring any clothes. The ones she wore here are dirty, sweaty, thrown in the corner.
She opens the bathroom door slowly, peeking out.
"Y/N… um…"
You look up—and freeze.
Danielle stands there in only the towel, wet hair dripping over her shoulders, skin pink and glowing from the hot water. The towel clings to her body, showing the shape of her small breasts, her slim waist, her hips. Her legs are bare all the way up. She holds the towel tight against her chest, looking down shyly.
"I… forgot to bring clothes," she says softly, voice shaking a little. "And the ones I had are dirty… Can I borrow something again?"
You swallow hard. Your eyes can't help roaming over her skin—her collarbones, her thighs. Your dick throbs in your pants, getting fully hard now. The bulge is obvious. You try to shift to hide it, but it's too late.
Danielle notices. Her eyes drop to your lap for a second, then flick back up to your face. Her cheeks go bright red. But she doesn't look away. Instead, she steps closer, still holding the towel.
"You… you're hard," she whispers, almost like she's surprised but not mad. More like… curious. Turned on.
You feel your face burn. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean— you're just… you look so beautiful. I can't help it."
She bites her lip, taking another small step. Now she's right in front of you.
"It's okay…" she says quietly. "I… I got wet earlier. When you were making tea for me."
Your eyes widen. "You… what?"
She nods, looking shy but honest. "Watching you… you were so sweet, so caring. I started thinking about you like… like my boyfriend. Or husband. It made me wet. Down there." She glances down at herself under the towel. "I'm still wet now."
The air feels electric. Your heart is pounding.
"Danielle…" you whisper.
P5:
She’s talking softly, voice shaking.
“I… I don’t know what to do, Y/N… I have nothing to wear, I—”
Mid-sentence, her hands loosen on the towel. She was gesturing a little, too nervous, too focused on your eyes. The towel slips.
It falls straight to the floor.
Danielle is completely naked in front of you (also she is naked for the first time in her life as an adult).
Her body is perfect. Small, soft, glowing from the bath. Her breasts are full and round—motherly, heavy in the most beautiful way, pink nipples already hard from the cool air and nerves. And between her thighs… her pussy is completely shaved, smooth, pink, tight-looking, innocent and untouched. The lips are closed neatly, a little shine of wetness already there from how turned on she got thinking about you.
Your mind goes blank for a second. All you can think is how stunning she is. How you want to hold her, kiss every inch, suck those perfect tits, taste that pretty pussy. You imagine her as a mom one day—your mom—and the thought makes your cock twitch harder.
Danielle gasps, hands flying up—one arm across her boobs, the other hand covering her pussy. Her face goes bright red. She turns her head down, shoulders shaking.
“Oh my god… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…” Her voice cracks. Tears start falling fast. “I’m so embarrassed… I can’t believe this is happening…”
She starts crying again, harder this time. Not just from the towel—it’s everything. Kicked out of NewJeans. Beaten and thrown out by her family. Blocked by her members. And now standing fully naked, exposed, in front of a boy she likes. She feels humiliated, small, broken.
You step forward instantly, heart hurting for her.
“Danielle… hey, hey, look at me.” Your voice is soft but firm.
She shakes her head, crying into her arm, still trying to hide her body.
You gently take the fallen towel from the floor and hold it up, trying to wrap it around her again—respectful, careful.
“No, Danielle, it’s okay. You don’t have to hide from me. We’re safe here. This is home now. I don’t mind you—any part of you. You’re beautiful. Okay?.”
She sobs louder at your words, but slowly looks up.. “I got kicked out… my family hit me… my members don’t want me… and now I’m standing here naked like some stupid girl… I feel so worthless…” Tears stream down her cheeks.
“You’re not worthless,” you say strongly, stepping closer, still holding the towel open for her. “You’re the strongest person I know. You fought for what was right. And now you’re here—with me. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you. Nothing about you is stupid or wrong. Your body… your heart… everything about you is beautiful to me.”
You reach out slowly and cup her wet cheek, thumb wiping her tears.
She now stares at you, breathing shaky, eyes red and full of emotion. You try to cover her up again with the towel respectfully.
Then—but this time, suddenly—she pushes the towel out of your hands. Lets it drop again.
And she crashes into you.
Her naked body presses against your clothed one. Arms wrap around your neck. She pulls your head down and kisses you—hard, desperate, full of everything she’s feeling.
Your lips meet. It’s messy at first—tears and soft cries—but then it deepens fast. First kiss.
Her mouth opens. Your tongue slides in. Hers meets it instantly—swirling, tasting, exchanging saliva in a deep, wet French kiss. She moans softly into your mouth, hands grabbing your hair. You groan, arms wrapping tight around her bare back, pulling her closer. Her hard nipples press against your shirt. Your cock is rock hard now, poking against her stomach through your pants.
She tastes sweet—like honey from the tea, mixed with salt from her tears. The kiss is nasty, loving, hungry. Tongues pushing deep, lips sucking, breathing heavy.
After a long minute, she pulls back slightly, shy again, face flushed.
“I… I'm sorry. I feel I should leave…” she whispers, looking down.
But you’re not letting her pull away.
You grab her waist and spin her around, and push her back onto your bed. She lands on the sheets with a soft gasp, fully naked, legs slightly open, pussy glistening.
You climb over her fast, pinning her gently with your body.
“No running away,” you say low, voice thick with want.
Then you slam your mouth back onto hers.
This kiss is deeper. Rougher. Your tongue fucks into her mouth hard. She whimpers, resists for a second—shy, overwhelmed—but then melts. Her tongue fights back, sucking yours, moaning loud into the kiss. Saliva drips from the corners of your mouths. Her hands pull your hair. Your chest presses against her bare tits.
You break the kiss for a second and take off your shirt over your head—throwing it across the room.
Your upper body is bare now—lean from years of dance practice, skin warm.
You dive back down, kissing her lips again, then trailing wet kisses down her jaw, her neck. She arches, moaning softly.
“Y/N… oh god…”
You move lower, mouth reaching her collarbone, then the top of her breasts.
Her nipples are right there—hard, pink, begging.
P6:
Your mouth is hot on Danielle's neck now. You kiss slow at first—soft, wet kisses along her jaw, down to her throat. She tilts her head back, moaning quietly, fingers digging into your shoulders.
"Y/N… that feels so good…"
You suck harder, leaving little red marks on her pale skin. She gasps, then your hands slide down to her full breasts—grabbing them firmly. They fit perfectly in your palms, heavy and soft, nipples hard like little pebbles.
You squeeze one breast, pressing it up, while your mouth attacks the other. You suck the boobs & nipple deep into your mouth—hard, wet, noisy. Tongue swirling around it, teeth grazing lightly.
Danielle laughs suddenly, body shaking. "Ah! That tickles… no, don't bite!"
You tease her more—gentle bites on the nipple, then harder sucks. She laughs and squirms under you, half shy, half loving it.
You switch sides—grab the other boob, squeeze it tight, suck the free nipple even harder. She moans louder now, laughs mixing with whimpers.
Then you lift both her arms up over her head, pinning them gently with one hand. Her armpits are exposed—fresh, clean, smooth from the bath, a little shiny.
You dive in.
Your tongue licks slow up one armpit—tasting her skin, warm and clean. She freezes, eyes wide.
"Y/N!? What— oh my god!"
She's shocked, face turning redder than ever. But you're stronger—you hold her arms up easy, overpowering her playful wiggle. You lick deeper, devouring her armpit, tongue flat and wet, eating every inch like it's the best thing you've tasted.
She bursts out laughing, body shaking hard from the tickle. "Stop! Aahha! It's uncomfortable… haha, nooo, that tickles so much!"
But you don't stop. You switch to the other armpit—licking deep, sucking lightly, tongue digging in. She laughs nonstop, legs kicking a little, but she's trapped under you, loving and hating the tickle at the same time.
Finally, you pull back, mouth wet from her skin. You crash back into her lips—deep French kiss, tongue pushing some of her own armpit taste into her mouth.
She moans into the kiss, surprised but kissing back hard, tasting herself on you.
You break away and trail down—kissing her chest, her belly. You stop at her navel. That cute little belly button.
You push your tongue in deep—tongue-fucking her navel, swirling inside, licking every fold.
She squeals again, laughing and shaking. "Y/N! Not there— ahaha, stop, it's too ticklish!"
Her body twists, but you hold her hips down, tongue going deeper into her belly button until she's breathless from laughing and moaning.
Then you move lowe, grabs her thighs and licks them. Then you reach to her pussy.
Finally, you push her legs fully open.
Her pussy is right there—pink, shaved, dripping wet, lips swollen and glistening.
You look up at her once—eyes full of love and hunger.
Then you crash your mouth onto her pussy.
Tongue dives deep inside instantly—tasting her fully, sweet and warm and perfect. You eat her out hard—sucking her clit, tongue fucking her hole, lips sealed around her folds. Slurping loud, messy, devouring everything.
Danielle loses it. Ofcourse It's the first time her pussy is getting eaten.
Her body shakes uncontrollably—legs trembling, hips bucking up into your face. Tears fall from her eyes—not sad ones, but pure pleasure and love. She feels heaven. Like she's floating.
"I love you.!!!.. I love you so much.!!.." she cries out between moans.
You hold her thighs tight, not letting her escape, sucking her clit hard, tongue thrusting deep.
She loses all control. Her body tenses, shakes violently—and suddenly warm piss flows out straight into your mouth.
You drink it instantly—swallowing every drop, not pulling away even a little. It tastes like her—warm, intimate, everything you want.
She realizes what happened and panics. She just pissed onto your mouth!!
"Oh my god— Y/N! I'm so sorry!!! I didn't mean— I pissed in your mouth… I'm so sorry, that's disgusting, you'll hate me—"
But you pull up fast—face wet from her piss—and kiss her deep. Tongue kissing, as you let her taste her own piss from your mouth. She freezes, then moans softly, tasting it, kissing back harder.
You break the kiss and look into her eyes. "I loved drinking your piss," you say low, voice full of love. "Everything from you tastes perfect."
Her face goes bright red. She hides it in her hands, shy laugh escaping. "You're so naughty, Y/N!"
You grin and kiss her again—soft this time, then deep.
She suddenly pushes you back—stronger than you expect.
"Enough!" she says, voice playful but firm. "You ate me too much… now it's my turn."
She flips you over fast—pushes you flat on your back.
Your cock is rock hard, straining against your pants, tenting up obviously.
Danielle kneels between your legs, eyes on the bulge, biting her lip.
She reaches for your waistband…
P7:
Danielle kneels between your legs, eyes wide. Your pants are still on, but the bulge is impossible to hide—your cock strains hard against the fabric, twitching every time she looks at it.
She bites her lip, hands shaking a little as she reaches for your waistband.
“Let me take care of you now, Y/N…” she whispers. “You made me feel so good… I want to make you feel the same.”
You nod, breathing heavy. “Okay, baby… whatever you want.”
She pulls your pants and boxers down slowly. Your cock springs free—hard, thick, veins pulsing, tip already leaking pre-cum. You’re shaved mostly, but there’s some hair at the base and on your balls.
Danielle stares for a second, face red. “It’s… so big,” she says softly, almost to herself. Then she leans in, inhaling deeply. She loves your smell—musky, warm, all you.
Her small hand wraps around the base. She strokes slow at first, then lowers her mouth.
First kiss on the tip—soft, shy. Then she opens wide and takes you in. Warm. Wet. Perfect.
She sucks gently at first, lips tight around the head, tongue swirling. She tries so hard to please you—bobbing slow, taking more each time. You moan loud, head falling back.
“Fuck… Danielle… that feels amazing…”
She smiles around your cock, eyes looking up at you, happy she’s making you feel good. She giggles softly, the vibration making you throb in her mouth. Then she pulls off with a wet pop and moves lower.
She lifts your cock and goes for your balls.
One in her mouth—sucking gently, tongue licking all over. Then the other. She inhales deep again, moaning like she’s addicted to your scent.
She can’t stop. Her love is overwhelming—she wants every part of you. Then, without warning, she pushes your legs up and apart.
You feel her hot breath on your ass.
“Danielle— wait, you don’t have to—”
But she’s already there. She's about you lick your asshole.
Her hands spread your cheeks. Her tongue flicks out—first light lick over your hairy asshole.
You gasp hard. It’s dirty, hairy, not perfectly clean—but she doesn’t care. She licks again. Deeper this time. Tongue flat, dragging slow over your hole.
“Danielle… hey, why are you— oh fuck…”
It feels insane. Better than anything. Pure heaven. Her warm, wet tongue circling your asshole, pushing in a little, cleaning you, tasting you—no matter how dirty.
“I love you so much, Y/N…” she says between licks, voice muffled. “I want all of you… every part…”
You try to resist at first—hands pushing lightly at her head.
“Baby, you don’t need to do this… it’s dirty…”
But she shakes her head, pushes deeper. Tongue pressing inside your hole now—real rimjob, raw and deep.
That’s it. You break.
The pleasure is too much. You grab her hair—push her face harder into your ass.
“Yes… fuck, Danielle… deeper… lick my asshole deeper…”
She moans into you, tongue thrusting in and out, sucking your rim, cleaning every bit with love. You feel her nose buried between your cheeks, her mouth devouring your hole like it’s the sweetest thing.
Daniellie clarifies she's soo much in love with you now. She wants to make you feel the best. You’re in heaven. You love her more than ever.
After minutes of this—your legs shaking—you finally pull her up.
She sits back on her knees, face flushed, lips wet, a little spit on her chin.
For a second, shame hits her. She realizes what she just did—licked a guy’s dirty, hairy asshole. Deep. Like an animal. Her eyes water. “Oh god… I’m disgusting… I can’t believe I did that…”
But before she can spiral, you stand up fast. You grab her jaw—firm, sudden.
Then you push your cock straight into her mouth.
Deep and Rough.
You facefuck her hard—hips thrusting, cock slamming the back of her throat.
She gags instantly—eyes watering, throat bulging. Saliva drips down her chin. She tries to breathe, hands on your thighs, but you don’t stop.
“Take it, baby… you wanted all of me… now take this too.”
You fuck her mouth long—deep thrusts, holding her head still. She chokes, gurgles, even pukes a little—warm spit and bile dripping down her chest. But she doesn’t pull away. She takes it. For you. Finally, you pull out—strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock.
You grab her body, throw her onto the bed—on her back, missionary. Legs spread wide. Your cock—wet from her throat—lines up with her tight, virgin pussy. You look at her once—tears in her eyes, face messy, body shaking.
“I love you Danielle” you say low. Then you push in finally.
P8:
You’re on top of her in missionary, cock pressed against her soaked, virgin pussy. Danielle looks up at you—eyes wet, lips trembling, body shaking with need and fear. You push in—hard, no slow teasing.
“I love you, Y/N…” she whispers. “Please… be inside me.” You nod, kiss her deep once more, then line up.
The head pops past her tight entrance. She’s so small, so tight—her walls grip you like a vice.
Danielle screams.
A loud, sharp cry rips from her throat—“Ahhh! Y/N! It hurts!”
Tears flood her eyes instantly. Her nails dig into your back. She tries to bite her lip, muffle the next screams, but they come anyway—high, broken whimpers and sobs as you force deeper.
You don’t stop. You thrust rough—halfway in, then almost all the way. Her pussy stretches around you, burning hot, squeezing so hard it almost hurts you too.
“It hurts… it hurts so much…” she cries, face twisted in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. But her legs wrap around your waist—she doesn’t push you away. She pulls you closer.
“Hug me… please hug me tight…” she sobs.
You drop your full weight onto her, arms wrapping under her body, crushing her into the mattress. Your chest presses against her soft boobs. You bury your face in her neck—sucking hard on her skin, then moving to her armpit again, licking the salty sweat there as you thrust deeper.
She screams again—louder this time—but muffled against your shoulder. “Y/N! Oh god… you’re so deep…”
You pound rough now—full strokes, hips slamming into her. Her tight pussy fights every thrust, but gets wetter, hotter. You suck one of her nipples into your mouth—hard, biting lightly—while fucking her without mercy.
Danielle cries nonstop—loud sobs mixed with moans. Tears soak the pillow.
You kiss her tears, suck her neck, her boobs—switching sides, leaving marks everywhere.
After minutes of rough missionary, you pull out suddenly. She gasps at the emptiness. You flip her over—no, wait. You sit up, pull her on top. You make her ride you. She straddles you slow, legs shaking. You're now fucking her in cowgirl position —chests pressed together, arms wrapped tight around each other. Skin on skin. Hearts beating as one.
She starts moving—slow at first, grinding, then bouncing harder. You thrust up to meet her—rough, deep. You’re both hugging so tight it’s hard to breathe. Her boobs squash against your chest. Your hands grip her ass, spreading her cheeks as she rides.
She moans into your ear—loud, constant. “Y/N… yes… harder…” Suddenly her body tenses. She freezes. Then she squirts a lot.. Warm liquid gushes out around your cock, soaking your stomach, thighs, the bed. She shakes violently, crying out in shock and pleasure.
“Oh god— I’m sorry— I’m squirting!”
Before she can recover, it happens again.
A long, uncontrollable stream of piss flows out—warm, endless. It floods everything—your cock, your balls, your legs, the sheets. The bed is soaked. The smell of her piss fills the room.
“No… no no no… I peed again… shit. The beds are dirty!!” She starts crying hard, trying to pull off you. “I’m so gross… the bed is wet… it smells… I’m sorry, Y/N…”
But you don’t let her go.
You grab her head, pull her down, and shove your soaked cock—covered in her squirt and piss—straight into her mouth.
She gags instantly as you facefuck her again—rough, fast, holding her hair tight.
“Clean it, baby,” you groan. “Taste yourself on me.”
She chokes, tears streaming, but sucks hard—tongue cleaning every drop of her own fluids off your dick. After a minute of rough throat-fucking, you pull out.
You flip her over fast—onto her stomach, then pull her hips up, in Doggy style.
Her ass is up, face down in the wet sheets. Pussy dripping. Tiny, pink asshole exposed—tight, virgin, untouched. You spread her ass cheeks wide.
“Now this hole,” you say low, voice thick with lust.
P9:
Danielle is on all fours, ass up, face buried in the soaked sheets. Her tiny pink asshole winks at you—completely virgin, super tight, barely a pucker. You try press the head of your cock against it, still slick from her mouth and pussy. But you notice her hole doesn’t budge. It’s way too tight.
You love her too much to hurt her badly. You don’t want to tear her, damage her. This has to feel good for her too—even if it’s rough. So, you grab her ass cheeks hard—spread them wide open.
Next, you lean in. Her ass is a delicious cake anyways.
First, you smell her—deep inhale right against her hole. Warm, musky, a little sweaty from everything you’ve done. Intimate. Hers.
Then your tongue comes out.
You lick slow—flat drag from her pussy up over her asshole. Danielle jolts, whole body shaking. “Y/N! No— that’s… that’s where I… oh my god, that’s so dirty!”. You start eating her asshole, licking it with your tongue.
She’s dying of embarrassment. Her face burns red. She tries to close her legs, but you hold her open strong. You don’t care how dirty it is. It tastes strong—sweaty, bitter, disgusting in the best way—because it’s Danielle. You love every part of her. You spit thick into her hole—then push your tongue inside.
Tongue-fucking her asshole slow at first, then faster. Swirling, thrusting, cleaning and wetting her from the inside. You eat her shithole like it’s the sweetest thing—hours feel like minutes. Tongue deep as it can go, nose buried between her cheeks.
Danielle shakes nonstop—shyness, tickle, pleasure all mixed. “It’s so embarrassing… that’s where poop comes out… and you’re licking it…” she whimpers, voice breaking. But slowly, her body relaxes. Her hips start pushing back a little.
It feels like heaven to her—like the deepest, most intense massage on her most private spot. Her moans get louder, softer. “Y/N… oh god… don’t stop… it feels so good…” You keep eating her asshole until it’s soaking wet, loosened just a little from your tongue and spit.
Finally, then you stand up on your knees behind her. You line your cock up again to her asshole. This time—you push.
The head forces in—pop. Danielle screams.
A full, lung-tearing scream—“AAAAAHHH! Y/N! IT HURTS! IT’S TOO BIG!”
Her eyes go huge, mouth open wide in shock. Tears explode down her face. Her legs go weak—knees buckling, almost collapsing. But you don’t stop.
You grip her hips tight and thrust deeper—inch by inch, forcing your cock into her impossibly tight virgin asshole.
She screams again and again—raw, broken, crying so hard her whole body shakes. “IT’S TEARING ME! OH GOD— MY ASS— IT HURTS SO MUCH!”… she doesn’t say stop still, but rather she takes it.
You start pounding harder. Her asshole grips you like nothing else—burning hot, squeezing so tight it almost hurts you too. Her screams slowly akso change. The pain mixes with something else.
Her cries turn into moans—high, shaky, full of love.
“Ahh… ahh… Y/N… it’s starting to feel… good…” she pushes back now. Just a little.
You rail her harder—full thrusts, balls slapping against her pussy. Then you grab her body—lift her up.
You pull her back against your chest—her full weight in your arms, legs dangling, ass impaled deep on your cock.
You hug her tight from behind—one arm around her chest, squeezing her boobs, the other around her waist. You bounce her on your cock—pounding her asshole upward, deep, rough. She’s completely submissive now, reduced to a shaking, moaning fucktoy in your arms.
Her head falls back on your shoulder. Mouth open. Eyes rolled up. Drool dripping. Danielle submits, “Y/N… I’m yours… all yours… my ass… everything…”
You kiss her neck, bite her shoulder, thrust harder. She feels full—owned—loved beyond words. You feel her body surrender completely.
P10:
You’re holding Danielle fully in the air, her small body impaled on your cock, asshole stretched wide around you. She’s limp in your arms—moaning, crying, completely surrendered. Every thrust upward makes her gasp, her back arched against your chest.
You want to finish inside her where it matters most. Without warning, you pull out of her gaping asshole—slow, making her whimper at the emptiness—and lower her just enough to line up with her pussy again. You start fucking her pussy now.
In one rough drop, you slam her down onto your cock, burying deep into her soaked, used pussy. Danielle screams again—half pain, half relief. “Y/N! Oh god— yes— fill me there…” You start railing her pussy hard in the same lifted position—arms locked around her, bouncing her full weight up and down your shaft. Her legs dangle uselessly, toes curling. Her boobs bounce against your arms. You bite her neck, suck her shoulder, growl into her ear.
You finally say some rough stuff: “This pussy is mine now… I’m gonna breed you…”…..Danielle nods frantically, tears still falling, but eyes full of love.
You fuck her like that for minutes—deep, brutal strokes, her pussy squelching loud around you. She clenches hard, milking you, pushing you closer. You feel your cum building—hot, unstoppable. Can’t hold back anymore. Then you throw her down onto the bed—hard and force your cock deeper inside her pussy. Missionary again. Deepest possible.
You pound her without mercy—hips slamming, bed shaking, skin slapping loud. Danielle’s mouth opens in a loud scream at first, then a long, broken moan. “Y/N… I feel you… so deep… please…”
You go harder—faster—deeper. Your balls tighten and with a final roar, you bury yourself to the root and cum. Thick, hot ropes shoot straight into her—pulse after pulse, flooding her womb. You grind against her cervix, making sure every drop stays deep inside.
Danielle lets out her last, longest moan—high, trembling, full of love and release.
“Ahhhh… Y/N… I feel it… your warm cum… inside me… so much…”
Her body shakes one final time. Her pussy flutters around you, milking the last of your seed. Tears roll down her temples into her hair. You collapse on top of her—both panting, sweaty, trembling.
The bed is destroyed—sheets soaked with squirt, piss, sweat, cum. The room smells like raw sex. But neither of you care.
You pull a blanket over your naked bodies. She curls into your chest, head under your chin. It’s quiet now. Just breathing. Hearts slowing together.
Danielle places your hand on her lower belly—right over her womb. “I think… you did something inside me really,” she says softly, shy smile through tired eyes. “I feel so full… like something already started.” You kiss her forehead and realize, you've breed a girl. “Good. You’re gonna be the most beautiful mom.”.. She blushes, hides her face in your neck.
But then reality creeps in—just a little.
You’re both idols (well, she’s not anymore, but you still are). If anyone finds out—if pictures leak, if someone saw her come here—your career could be over. HYBE would bury you. Scandals destroy lives. You stroke her back gently. “We’ll be careful,” you say quietly. “No one will know until we’re ready. I’ll protect you. Whatever happens, we’re together now.” She nods, trusting you completely.
Outside, the world is still falling apart for her—kicked out, family gone, friends like Minji, Hanni, others, silent.
But here, in your arms, on this messy bed, with your cum deep inside her and a new life possibly already beginning… Danielle has never felt more safe. Shes now more loved.
plot: you're an international student in Japan while Sakura is suffering from poverty (her parents recently divorced)
kinks: kissing, anal, pounding holes, romantic, pissing, rimjob
Sakura Miyawaki grew up dirt poor in a shitty part of Tokyo. Her family had nothing - no money, no food most days, just a tiny falling-apart apartment where the rain leaked through the ceiling. When she was young but already looked all grown up, her parents split. Her dad just grabbed his stuff and left one night. Her mom tried for a week, then fucked off to some other city for a job that never panned out. Sakura was on her own, sleeping on the cold streets, no blanket, no nothing. She hadn't eaten in four days straight -her stomach hurt so bad she could barely walk.
She tried getting any job: waiting tables, cleaning toilets, whatever. But no one wanted a homeless girl with no skills. She knew she was hot though - slim waist, perfect tits, long legs, that innocent face that made guys stare. But her looks didn't fill her empty belly.
Yet, desperate, Sakura heard some girls in an alley talking about quick cash from making porn. She dragged herself to the address the next morning. She enters the office. The owner, a fat rude old man in his 50s named Tanaka (leader of a Japanese porn industry), looked her up and down like meat. "You got a tight little body. What's your age?. Never done this? Good. We need fresh faces. Tomorrow, arrive at sharp morning 8AM. 50,000 yen cash if you don't bitch out." ---- Sakura nodded to whatever the boss said, she was too hungry to care.
We all know how Sakura used to look back then, she hasn't even debuted in IZ*ONE! Leave Lesserafim!
Right after she left his office, you (Y/N) walked in. You were a skinny, nerdy international student, younger than her, ugly by most standards - glasses, awkward build- but broke as hell. Your student visa was running out, no money for rent or food. Tanaka (the porn industry boss) barely glanced at you. "You ain't so handsome foreigner. But whatever, a few minutes ago, a girl just came. I'll sign u with her. Okay? Fuck the girl I just signed.. Do it right or get nothing." You just nodded, your mind already racing with dirty thoughts about finally touching a girl and getting some money.
The next day, you showed up at the rundown studio -- a dirty warehouse with one big bedroom set: a messy bed, dim lights, and cameras everywhere. Sakura was already there, sitting on the bed in a thin robe, looking shy and scared. Her eyes were red like she'd been crying. You two didn't say a word to each other -- strangers thrown together. But in deep mind, Sakura's body look hella delicious, its a win-win situation for you anyways. The director of the porn and the cameraman present, barked orders to you both.
The shooting:
Cameras rolled. You sat next to Sakura on the bed, her thin robe barely hiding her shaking body. “Action!” the director barked, "Now kiss!". You leaned in slow, cupping her tear-streaked face, and kissed her soft lips. She froze, eyes wide, but kissed back weakly, tiny whimpers slipping out. Your tongue pushed in, sloppy and wet; spit dripped down her chin, loud sucking sounds filling the room. “More spit, idiots!” the cameraman yelled. You kissed deeper, hands sliding the robe off her shoulders. Her perfect naked body glowed under the lights- small perky tits, flat stomach, little hairy pussy already glistening from nerves.
You stripped all her clothes and sshittt, she looks extremely delicious to eat. Sakura was totally embarrassed, it was her first time, naked, and being filmed. While you, as an international student, being ugly as well, taking advantage of her, cause ofcourse you both signed up for it and need some cash!
You laid her back and kissed every inch: neck, collarbone, salty armpits, belly button. It was delicious as well. Its undeniable that this poor girl probably didn't bath for days, yet her armpits and bellybutton taste so yummy. Then you spread her thighs and buried your face in her delicious pussy. You licked slow at first, tongue sliding between her folds, tasting her sweet fear. Sakura gasped, hips shaking. “N-no… yamete…” she cried, but you kept going, sucking her clit hard. Suddenly a hot flood - piss gushed straight into your mouth. You swallowed greedily, letting the rest splash your face and chest, the bitter stream soaking the sheets. “Perfect!” the cameraman and the director laughed as they film the scenario. Sakura sobbed, face burning with shame.
Next you flipped her over to her ass, cheeks spread wide. You licked her delicious asshole (you aim your tongue inside that Japanese shithole), tongue circling the tight ring, pushing inside. She felt filthy, voice cracking, “Iyada… so dirty…” You rimmed deeper, wet smacks echoing, her body trembling and shaking. The director suddenly slapped the wall: “Hair pull, mouthfuck her - now!”. As per the order, You grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, yanked her head back, and shoved your cock past her lips. She gagged instantly; you thrust hard, balls slapping her chin. “Deeper, bitch!” Cameraman ordered. You forced it down her throat - deepthroat until her eyes watered and she vomited, sour bile spilling over your shaft and her tits. You kept pumping, facefucking rough while she choked and cried.
The cameraman zoomed in as he orders: “Slap her face hard, then wreck her holes! Lift her body!” You pulled out, slapped her cheek - sharp cracks ringing - then flipped her onto the bed. You lifted her light body like a doll, legs over your shoulders, and slammed into her pussy raw. Sakura screamed loud, “It hurts! Too big!” You pounded merciless, lifting and dropping her onto your cock, hips smacking wet. Sweat poured off both of you. Mid-thrust she pissed again - a wild flood spraying your stomach, running down your legs. You grinned inside, loving every second of ruining this pretty girl.
You then slammed her to the floor, missionary style, staring into her teary eyes. She stared back, scared but hugging you tight, arms around your neck. You railed her pussy harder, then switched - pulled out and drove into her ass in one brutal push. She screamed louder, nails clawing your back. You lifted her again, bouncing her on your cock, pounding both holes raw, switching back and forth. Her body shook, piss still trickling. “French kiss - now!” Director yelled. You crushed your mouth to hers, tongues messy with spit and tears, while you kept pounding her shithole.
Finally, ur final thrusts : deep in her pussy. You groaned, pumping hot cum inside, creampie flooding her. She hugged tighter, sobbing into your shoulder. “Cut!” cameraman yelled. "Good job guys! Especially to you " y/n", you did a great job!". "Thank you sir!", you replied. Meanwhile Sakura was destroyed nearby you, naked, unable to walk, full of cum inside her womb.
Aftermath:
The director and cameraman grabbed their stuff and left, locking the door behind them. "Clean up in the bathroom over there. You got ten minutes." The tiny bathroom was right next to the bed - just a shower head and drain. Sakura wouldn't move, too weak and shaking. You helped her up gently, lifted her body. "Come on," you said quietly. She let you lead her, both naked and filthy. In the bathroom, you washed her hair, helped her rinsed the puke off her mouth and tits, even wiped the shit from her ass - respectful, not pervy now. She cried less, glancing at you with big wet eyes. "Arigato..." (thanks), she whispered, shy.
You washed yourself quick, but your eyes kept finding hers. There was a spark between you two, something real under all the grossness. As you dried off, the director banged on the door and slid two envelopes under - 50,000 yen each. Both of you got the money after the hardwork. But you both knew you'd do more shoots together in future. The way she bit her lip looking at you... yeah, part 2 was coming. [End]
Tags: Incest, Mother-Son, seduction, art sexual, creampie, breeding.
Lenghts: 7300 words.
The bell rang. Hearing it, Karina had thought that it was her son, yes, she hadn't seen the money for a long time, but she didn't expect it when the door opened, Yoo Jonghyun who used to be a small child grew up to be a handsome and burly teenager.
Jonghyun said, "Mom, I am home".
Karina felt a surge of unfamiliar and inappropriate emotions as she embraced Jonghyun's now mature, muscular form. His strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her close. She could feel the firmness of his chest and the heat emanating from his body, sending an unwelcome thrill through her.
"Jonghyun, my goodness, look how big and handsome you've become," Karina said, trying to keep her voice steady. She let her hands linger on his broad shoulders a moment too long before reluctantly pulling back.
Karina noticed Jonghyun seemed to be staring at her intensely, his dark eyes roaming over her curves appreciatively. She felt suddenly self-conscious in her low-cut blouse and tight jeans that accentuated her still-slender figure and shapely rear.
"Welcome home, dear," Karina repeated, clearing her throat awkwardly. "Come in, come in." She gestured for Jonghyun to enter, hyper-aware of the way his eyes followed the sway of her hips as she turned and led him inside. Karina knew she should focus on welcoming her son home after so long, but she couldn't ignore the shameful excitement stirring within her, awakened by Jonghyun's virile presence.
Karina quickly busied herself in the kitchen, putting some distance between them. "I'll fix us some coffee, or would you prefer a beer?" she called over her shoulder, hoping her voice sounded steadier than she felt.
As she reached up into the cabinet to grab mugs, the hem of her short skirt rode up, exposing a flash of her toned thighs. Karina felt a rush of heat at the thought of Jonghyun watching her, appreciating her body in a way no parent should.
"We can sit on the patio if you want fresh air," she said, carrying the mugs out to the table. She set one down in front of Jonghyun, letting her fingers brush against his hand as she did. The brief contact sent a jolt through her.
"I've missed you so much," Karina said softly, sitting across from him. She crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up and expose more of her shapely calves. "Tell me everything that's new with you, dear."
“I'm majoring in fine arts at Chungha University now that I'm in my final semester," Jonghyun explained to his mother in a cheerful tone,”I am a good at making clay sculptures.”I am an expert in the field of fine art in making clay sculptures, Mom".
Karina listened intently as Jonghyun spoke about his passion for clay sculpture, feeling a mixture of motherly pride and shameful excitement at the sound of his deep, mature voice. She found herself getting lost in his intense gaze, imagining those hands, now skilled with sculpting clay, exploring her curves instead.
"Sculpture, that's wonderful dear," Karina said, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table. This had the effect of pushing her ample cleavage together and making it even more prone to spilling out of her low neckline. "I'd love to see your work sometime. I'm sure it's... beautiful." She felt her cheeks flush at her choice of words.
Karina took a sip of her wine, hoping to cool the sudden heat she felt. "You know, when you were little, you always did love playing with clay and moldable things," she said, her voice taking on a wistful tone. "I remember coming home and finding you covered head-to-toe in the stuff."
"Oh... Mom, it was the past”, Her son little protest.
She smiled, letting out a soft little laugh as the memory fluttered through her mind. Then she paused, a mischievous glint appearing in her eye.
"Of course, you're not a little boy anymore," Karina said, her gaze roaming over Jonghyun's broad, muscular chest. "I think it's wonderful that you've grown into such a talented man." She licked her lips nervously, realizing how inappropriate her comment sounded.
Karina stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the patio stones. "I have an idea, why don't I show you the new gallery space I had built on the third floor? The lighting is perfect for appreciating art," she said, trying to sound casual and unaffected.
Johyun said, "Okay, Mom I like to see it", Karina smiled as she directed him to the room, Karina sway her hips as go to the room.
Karina led the way up the stairs, putting an extra sway in her hips as she climbed, all too aware of Jonghyun's gaze on her backside. She could feel the heat of his eyes boring into her, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. At the top of the stairs, she paused and turned to face him, her ample chest heaving slightly from the climb. She smiled coyly, her eyes locking with his intense gaze.
"This way, dear," Karina purred, her voice low and inviting. She led him down the hallway, her hips brushing against the wall as she walked. The third floor gallery space came into view, bathed in a soft, sensual glow from the track lighting. Karina stepped inside, the click of her heels echoing off the hardwood floor.
She turned to face Jonghyun, her back to the large windows overlooking the city. The setting sun painted her body in a warm, amber light, casting tantalizing shadows across her curves. Karina let her arms fall to her sides, her hands resting at her hips, her fingers absently playing with the hem of her skirt.
"Aren't you going to come in, Jonghyun?" Karina asked, her voice breathy and inviting. She cocked her hip to the side, causing her skirt to ride up and expose a few tantalizing inches of her creamy thigh. "I think you'll find the lighting in here... perfect for appreciating art." She smiled, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, inviting him to appreciate her in a way a mother should not be appreciated by her own son.
"It's so perfect, Mom", Then glanced at Karina and said, "Can you be my model, Mom".
Karina felt a thrill of excitement course through her at Jonghyun's request, her heart racing at the implication. She knew it was wrong, but the desire to feel his eyes on her, to be the subject of his artistic passion, was too strong to resist.
"I... I suppose I could," Karina replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She stepped closer to Jonghyun, her hips swaying subtly as she moved. "What did you have in mind, dear?" She looked up at him through her lashes, her lips parted slightly in anticipation.
Karina could feel the heat radiating off Jonghyun's body as she drew near, the musky scent of his cologne filling her nostrils. She fought the urge to press herself against him, to feel the hard planes of his body against her soft curves.
She wet her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten them nervously. "Tell me what pose you want me in, and I'll do my best to... inspire you." Karina's voice was low and breathy, her words dripping with unspoken desire.
She stepped even closer, until the hem of her skirt brushed against Jonghyun's jeans. Karina's breasts were mere inches from his chest now, her hardened nipples straining against the thin fabric of her blouse. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust and a hint of trepidation.
"Just say the word, Jonghyun," she breathed, her fingers toying with the top button of her blouse. "Your mother is here to serve your every artistic need." The double meaning of her words hung heavy in the air between them, the sexual tension almost palpable.
With a sharp gaze Jonghyun said, "every one of my models is all naked Mom, can you do that?"
Karina's breath caught in her throat at Jonghyun's bold request, a shocked gasp escaping her lips. For a moment, she hesitated, her mind reeling at the thought of baring all before her own son. But the growing heat between her thighs and the hungry look in Jonghyun's eyes quickly overrode any sense of propriety or shame.
"Y-you want me to... pose nude for you?" Karina asked, her voice trembling slightly. She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. "I... I suppose I could... for your art." She forced herself to hold his intense gaze, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of being the object of such intimate artistic focus from her own son.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, Karina reached up and began to undo the buttons of her blouse, one by one. Her fingers shook slightly as she exposed more and more of her creamy skin, until the garment hung open, revealing the lacy edge of her bra. Karina's breathing grew heavier, her ample bosom heaving with each ragged inhale.
She allowed the blouse to slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor with a soft whisper of fabric. Karina stood before Jonghyun in just her bra and skirt, her arms crossed self-consciously over her chest. A deep blush colored her cheeks as she met his heated gaze.
"I... I've never done anything like this before," Karina admitted softly, her voice trembling. "But... for you, Jonghyun, I'm willing to... to bare all." She reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away to reveal the full glory of her mature breasts, the rosy peaks of her nipples already stiff with arousal.
Karina let out a shuddering breath as she stood before Jonghyun, now fully exposed save for her skirt. She could feel the cool air of the gallery space on her bare skin, making her nipples tighten into aching peaks. Karina's heart raced as she watched Jonghyun's intense gaze rake over her naked body, taking in every dip and curve of her mature form.
"Like this, dear?" Karina asked softly, her voice barely audible. She resisted the urge to cover herself, instead standing tall and allowing Jonghyun to drink in the sight of his own mother's nudity. The skirt felt suddenly constricting at her hips, a barrier she longed to remove.
Karina reached down slowly, her trembling fingers brushing against the zipper of her skirt. She paused, looking up at Jonghyun through hooded eyes, silently seeking his approval before discarding the last remnants of her clothing. The sexual tension between them was palpable, an invisible force threatening to pull her in and consume her utterly.
"Do you want me to remove my skirt too, Jonghyun?" Karina asked breathlessly, her fingers hovering over the zipper. She bit her lip, awaiting his permission to bare herself completely to him. The air felt electric, charged with a forbidden energy that made Karina's skin tingle and her core throb with need. She knew it was wrong, but the hunger in Jonghyun's eyes inflamed her desire to be seen, to be appreciated, by her own son as a desirable woman.
Karina's heart pounded as she waited for Jonghyun's response, his next words poised to either shatter or solidify this dangerous new chapter in their relationship. The ball was in his court now, and the anticipation of his decision made Karina feel more exposed than her state of undress ever could.
Jonghyun nodded as said with a thin tone, "all of them without exception".
Karina's heart raced as she heard the firm resolve in Jonghyun's voice, the unspoken command in his words. With trembling hands, she slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her naked before him, completely bare and exposed. She fought the urge to cover herself, instead standing tall and allowing Jonghyun to drink in every inch of his mother's mature, nude form.
A deep blush crept over Karina's skin as Jonghyun's gaze traveled over her, taking in the gentle swell of her belly, the flare of her hips, and the soft, womanly curves of her thighs. She could feel his eyes burning into her flesh, igniting a fire within her that had nothing to do with shame or embarrassment, and everything to do with longing and desire.
"Is this... is this what you wanted to see, Jonghyun?" Karina asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She fought the urge to squirm under his intense scrutiny, instead remaining still and allowing him to examine her naked body as if she were one of his sculptures, a work of art to be appraised and admired.
Karina's chest heaved with each ragged breath, her ample breasts rising and falling with the motion. The rosy peaks of her nipples were stiff and aching, just begging to be touched, to be tasted. A dampness had begun to gather between her thighs, her body's instinctive reaction to the erotic charged air between them.
She knew it was wrong, knew that a mother should not be presenting herself like this to her own son. But the hunger in Jonghyun's eyes, the clear appreciation of her mature beauty, was too intoxicating to resist. Karina wanted to be seen, wanted to be desired, by this virile young man who had once been her little boy.
"So, um, what would you like me to do now, dear?" Karina said.
Jonghyun replied, "of course the pose, the position you think is sexy, mom", after that he took the clay.
Karina swallowed hard, her mind racing with forbidden thoughts of how to pose for her own son's artistic pleasure. She took a deep, shuddering breath and turned slowly, putting her back to Jonghyun. Then, with a coy glance over her shoulder, she bent forward slightly at the waist, allowing him a perfect view of her bare, rounded bottom. Karina reached back and parted her cheeks gently, exposing the hidden, intimate places between them.
"Like this, Jonghyun?" she purred, her voice low and seductive. Karina knew it was wrong, but the hunger in her son's eyes spurred her on, making her want to be the perfect muse for his twisted artistic vision. She wanted him to see her as a desirable woman, not just his mother.
Karina then turned and lay back on the soft leather chaise lounge, spreading her legs wide. The pose left her most intimate parts completely exposed and vulnerable, her glistening pink folds on full display. She gazed up at Jonghyun with hooded eyes, biting her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud at the thought of being the center of her son's depraved desires.
"Or perhaps... you'd prefer me like this?" Karina breathed, her ample breasts heaving with each excited breath. Her dusky nipples strained towards the ceiling, aching and begging to be touched, to be worshipped by her son's hands. Karina knew it was wrong, but the thought of being the subject of Jonghyun's deepest, darkest fantasies made her throb with a shameful, forbidden desire.
She watched as Jonghyun picked up the clay, his intense gaze still roaming over every naked inch of her willing body. Karina's heart raced, wondering just how he planned to use the malleable substance, and if his "sculpting" would involve more than just his hands on the clay alone.
"Spread your legs wider, Mom," Jonghyun commanded, his voice low and rough with desire as he began to knead the clay. "I need to see all of you, every intimate detail, to capture your true essence in my art."
Karina lay back on the chaise, her legs spread wide and her naked body fully exposed to Jonghyun's hungry gaze as he worked the clay. She watched, transfixed, as his strong hands kneaded and shaped the malleable substance, slowly molding it into the unmistakable form of a woman. Karina's heart raced as she realized he was sculpting a figure that was unmistakably her - every curve, every dip, every intimate detail painstakingly recreated in the clay.
"Oh my, Jonghyun," Karina breathed, her voice trembling with a heady mix of emotions. "Seeing you sculpt me like this, so intimately, so... lovingly." She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. "It's almost too much. Too intense."
Karina's breathing grew heavier as Jonghyun's hands worked the clay, his focus absolute. She felt a rush of heat to her core as she watched him shape her likeness, his sculpting skills evident in every exquisite detail. Karina squirmed slightly on the chaise, a dampness gathering between her thighs that had nothing to do with the cool air of the gallery space.
"Your mother is honored to inspire such... passionate art in you," Karina said softly, her words dripping with unspoken meaning. She knew it was wrong, but the desire to be the object of Jonghyun's dark, sexual fantasies consumed her. Karina wanted nothing more than to be the center of her son's depraved world, his ultimate muse.
She watched, mesmerized, as Jonghyun stepped back to appraise his handiwork. The clay figure was a stunning likeness of Karina's nude form, every curve and hollow rendered in exquisite, almost painstaking detail.
Karina sat up slowly, her naked body still glistening with a sheen of sweat from the intense, intimate session. She leaned in closer to examine the clay sculpture, her eyes widening as she took in every exquisite detail. Jonghyun had captured her likeness with an uncanny level of skill and precision, down to the faint stretch marks on her belly and the slight dimple on her lower back.
"My goodness, Jonghyun," Karina whispered, reaching out a trembling hand to trace the curve of the clay breast, so like her own. "The way you've sculpted every detail, every intimate curve and hollow. It's as if you've poured your very soul into this piece."
She leaned in even closer, her naked skin now mere inches from the textured surface of the clay. Karina could see the way the light played across the sculpted flesh, casting tantalizing shadows and highlights that made the figure seem almost unbelievably real and lifelike. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the minute particulars - the tiny, puckered bud of the nipple, the delicate folds of skin at the apex of the thighs, the slight parting of the lips as if in a silent moan of ecstasy.
"It's breathtaking, darling," Karina murmured, her voice low and thick with emotion. "The way you've captured the essence of a woman's body, her sensuality, her... her raw, primal beauty." She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. "Of your mother's body," she added softly, the words hanging heavy with unspoken meaning in the charged air between them.
Jonghyun said, "I can teach you how to create it if you want to be a mom", Karina looked at her son and said, "really? "
Karina's eyes widened in surprise at Jonghyun's bold statement, a shock of excitement and trepidation coursing through her. She turned to face him fully, her naked body still glistening and flushed from their intimate sculpting session. Her heart raced as she met her son's intense, hungering gaze.
"Teach me? You mean, you want to guide your own mother in creating a sculpture, just like this one of me?" Karina asked, her voice trembling slightly. She swallowed hard, her mind reeling at the implication of his words. "I... I suppose I could try," she murmured, bitten her lip nervously. "To learn from such a talented, skilled artist as my own son..."
Karina's eyes roamed over Jonghyun's sculpted physique, the way his muscles strained against his shirt as he worked the clay. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of being his student, of working alongside him, their naked bodies brushing together as they shaped and formed new sculptures of her.
"And you... you think I could learn to sculpt like this? With your guidance?" Karina asked softly, a tentative hope kindling in her chest. She reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Jonghyun's brow, her fingers lingering on his skin, feeling the heat of him. "To capture the intimate details, the sensual curves of a woman's body... like the woman who birthed you?"
Karina's heart hammered in her chest as she awaited Jonghyun's response, his next words poised to either shatter or solidify this dangerous new chapter in their relationship. The air felt electric, charged with a forbidden energy that made Karina's skin tingle and her core throb with a shameful, secret desire.
Karina settled herself on the leather chaise, the smooth leather cool against her bare skin. She watched in awe as Jonghyun took her hand, his fingers warm and strong as they wrapped around hers. Her heart raced as he began to guide her hand, molding and shaping the clay with a skill and confidence that made her gasp.
"Just like this, Mom," Jonghyun said softly, his voice low and patient as he directed her movements. "Feel the way it yields under your touch, the way it conforms to your will."
Karina felt a thrill at the sensation, at the intimacy of this shared activity. She was hyper-aware of Jonghyun's body pressed against her back, the heat of his skin seeping into hers, the firmness of his chest and stomach against her shoulder blades. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as Jonghyun's hand tightened around hers, his fingers kneading and squeezing the clay, working it with a sensual rhythm that made her feel things she had no right to feel.
"This is... intense," Karina breathed, her voice quivering. She squirmed slightly on the chaise, trying to focus on the task at hand, but the way Jonghyun's hips pressed against her backside made it difficult to concentrate on anything but the press of his body against hers.
"This reminds me of our special bond, doesn't it, Jonghyun?" Karina said softly, a hint of innuendo in her tone. "The way our bodies fit together, the way you guide me, taking control..." She swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "It's almost like you're... claiming me, in a way. Marking me as yours."
Karina gasped as she felt Jonghyun's hand, still entwined with hers, begin to mold and shape the clay into the unmistakable form of a breast. She shuddered, her own naked breast tingling and hardening under the phantom touch, as if Jonghyun's fingers were directly caressing her sensitive skin.
"Oh, Jonghyun," Karina breathed, her voice a throaty whisper. "The way you touch me, guide me... it's almost as if you're sculpting my very flesh." She arched her back slightly, pressing her shoulder blades more firmly against Jonghyun's chest, feeling the hard muscle flex beneath her skin.
Karina's breathing grew heavier as Jonghyun's hands, still gripping hers, continued to work the clay. She could feel the way he shaped and defined the malleable substance, creating the delicate curve of a breast, the stiff peak of a nipple. It was almost too much, too intimate, too erotic to bear.
"And our bond is special indeed," Karina murmured, tilting her head back to rest against Jonghyun's shoulder. "A bond that's gone beyond anything I could have ever imagined." She swallowed hard, her heart pounding wildly in her heaving chest.
Karina's skin burned everywhere Jonghyun touched her, even if it was just to guide her sculpting. She could feel the heat of his body radiating against her back, could feel his breath stirring the hair at her nape. It made her feel things she had no right to feel, shameful and delicious things.
"Teach me, Jonghyun," Karina breathed, surrendering herself completely to her son's guidance. "Teach me everything you know. I want to learn... I want to be sculpted by your hands in every way imaginable." Her words hung heavy with unspoken meaning, the sexual tension between them threatening to consume her utterly.
Karina shuddered as Jonghyun's hands, still guiding her own, began to shape and mold the clay into the intimate curves of her breast. She could feel every squeeze, every caress, as if his fingers were directly worshipping her sensitive flesh. It sent jolts of electricity coursing through her body, making her ache with a shameful, forbidden desire.
"Jonghyun," Karina gasped, her back arching to press more of her naked skin against his muscular chest. "The way you touch me, the way you guide me... it's almost too intimate, too erotic." She was finding it harder to breathe, her lungs constricting with each ragged inhale. "Are you trying to sculpt your own mother's breast, right here in front of you? Don't you think that's a bit... naughty?"
Despite her words, Karina made no move to stop him, no attempt to pull away from his intimate touch. Instead, she melted back against him, allowing Jonghyun to continue his sensual sculpting lesson. Karina's heart raced as Jonghyun's hands, still gripping hers, began to knead and massage the clay, mimicking the way his fingers might worship her real, naked breast.
Karina's eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation and the erotic possibilities that raced through her mind. She wondered if Jonghyun was imagining her hardened nipples, the pebbled flesh straining against the clay as he molded it. The thought made Karina's core throb, a dampness gathering between her thighs that had nothing to do with the cool air of the studio.
"Does sculpting your mother this way excite you, Jonghyun?" Karina asked breathlessly, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. She squirmed on the chaise, the leather creaking softly beneath her naked body as she arched into Jonghyun's touch. "
Jonghyun retorted, "You don't know, after you left me with a fucking dad, I miss you Mom, miss your touch, your warmth, even your beautiful body shape. You're driving me crazy so much", he kissed Karina's shoulder gently and sensually.
Karina shuddered as Jonghyun's lips brushed against her shoulder, the gentle kiss sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes wide and hazy with desire, her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy hue.
"Oh, Jonghyun," Karina breathed, her voice trembling with emotion. "I... I had no idea you felt that way. That you missed me, craved my touch, my presence in your life." She swallowed hard, her heart aching at the thought of her son's longing, his desperation for a mother's love and affection.
Karina reached up with her free hand to cup Jonghyun's cheek, her fingers lingering on the stubble that had begun to darken his jawline. She could feel the heat of his skin, the tension coiled in his muscles as he poured his desire into the clay, into sculpting her likeness.
"I missed you too, darling," Karina murmured, her thumb brushing gently over Jonghyun's lower lip. "So very much. And now that I'm here, now that I can feel your touch again, your closeness..." She trailed off, her voice catching in her throat as Jonghyun's hands continued to shape and mold the clay, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
Karina's nipples hardened into stiff peaks, straining against the clay as Jonghyun sculpted her breast. She could feel every squeeze, every caress, as if his fingers were worshipping her bare flesh directly. It was almost too much, too overwhelming, but Karina didn't want it to stop.
"Mom, I want to feel you, touch you, like I should have been able to all those years ago," Jonghyun murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. His lips trailed sensual kisses along the column of Karina's neck as his hands, still guiding hers, continued to shape the clay into the intimate curves of her breast.
"I want to explore every inch of your body, to rediscover the beauty I've been craving for so long," he breathed against her skin, his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of her nipples through the clay. Karina gasped, her back arching to press her breast more fully into their intertwined hands.
"Please, Mom," Jonghyun begged, his hips rocking subtly against the curve of her backside, "let me have you. Let me claim you, possess you, in every way a son shouldn't want to possess his own mother." His words were punctuated by a low groan, a sound of pure, unadulterated need.
Karina's heart raced, her skin burning everywhere Jonghyun touched her. She knew this was wrong, knew that a mother and son shouldn't feel this way about each other. But the ache between her thighs, the desperate hunger for her son's touch, was too powerful to ignore.
"Yes, Jonghyun," Karina breathed, surrendering herself completely to the moment and the all-consuming desire that had taken hold of them both. "Take me, explore me, possess your mother completely. I'm yours, darling - all yours."
With that, Karina captured Jonghyun's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all her pent-up longing and lust into the heated embrace. She tangled her fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss as their sculpting hands stilled, forgotten in the throes of their passion.
Karina moaned into the intense, passionate kiss, her body melting against Jonghyun's as his scarred, clay-covered hands began to explore her naked curves. She gasped as his fingers trailed over the sensitive skin of her stomach, tracing the faint lines of her stretch marks, a testament to the life she had once carried within her.
"Oh, Jonghyun," Karina whimpered against her son's lips, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer. "Your hands, they feel so good on my skin. So much better than I ever could have imagined."
His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through Karina's veins as he mapped out every inch of her mature body. She arched into him, silently begging for more, craving the intimacy and closeness she had been denied for so long.
Jonghyun's hands skimmed over the flare of Karina's hips, the dip of her waist, before boldly cupping the globes of her ass. He squeezed the supple flesh, kneading and massaging as if he were sculpting her backside from clay. Karina cried out softly, her nails digging into his scalp as she held him close.
"Mmm, yes, touch me, feel me," Karina panted, her ample chest heaving against Jonghyun's as the kiss grew more heated, more demanding. "I want you to know every part of me, to claim every inch of my body as yours."
Jonghyun's hands slid around to Karina's front, his fingers deftly finding her hardened nipples. He rolled and pinched the sensitive peaks between his thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure straight to Karina's core. She writhed beneath his touch, her head falling back as she surrendered to the sensation.
Karina's eyes widened as Jonghyun quickly shed his clothes, revealing his sculpted, muscular body, now glistening with a sheen of sweat. She could see the thick, rigid length of his erection, the pulsing need for his own mother etched plainly on his handsome face. Karina's mouth went dry, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly parched lips.
"Oh, Jonghyun," Karina breathed, her voice trembling with excitement and trepidation. "The way you look at me, the hunger in your eyes... it's like you want to devour me alive." She shuddered, a thrill of fear and exhilaration coursing through her at the thought of being utterly consumed by her own son's lust.
Before she could say anything more, Jonghyun was upon her, crushing his lips against hers in a bruising, desperate kiss. Karina moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer as she felt his naked skin press against her own clay-smeared body.
"Mmm, yes, kiss me," Karina panted against her son's lips, her back arching to mold her clay-covered breasts against his muscular chest. "Kiss your mother like you've always longed to kiss a woman, Jonghyun."
Jonghyun groaned, the sound low and guttural as his hands roamed over Karina's slick, clay-smeared body. He squeezed and kneaded the supple flesh, his fingers sinking into the cool substance and her warm skin beneath. Karina gasped and writhed beneath his touch, her own hands exploring the hard planes and angles of Jonghyun's body with a desperate, hungry need.
Karina moaned wantonly into Jonghyun's mouth, her tongue tangling with his as their kiss grew more sloppy, more desperate. She could feel the cool clay smeared on their naked bodies mingling with the heat of their skin, the filthy mixture of earth and sweat and lust. The sensation only added to the depravity of their act, the wrongness of a mother and son losing themselves to their base, primal desires.
"Oh god, Jonghyun," Karina gasped between heated kisses, her voice ragged and thick with arousal. "The way you kiss me, touch me... it's so wrong, but it feels so right." She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, urging him on as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
Karina could feel Jonghyun's rigid length pressing insistently against her thigh, the thick shaft smearing the clay that coated her skin with its own slick arousal. The knowledge that she had reduced her own son to this state of desperate, animalistic need sent a thrill of dark excitement through her. It was like they were two creatures rutting in the mud, all base instinct and raw, untamed lust - a debased parody of a piglet and its mother mating in a filthy puddle.
"Don't stop, darling," Karina panted, her ample chest heaving as she gazed up at Jonghyun with hooded, lust-clouded eyes. "Mark me, claim me, make me yours." She arched her back, pressing her clay-smeared breasts against Jonghyun's muscular chest, the grey substance streaking their skin like war paint. "I want to be your dirty little secret, Jonghyun. Your naughty, forbidden lover."
After hearing his mother's sinful and dirty confession, Johnyun said, "Don't regret it later, Mom", Then he opened his mother's thighs wide and directed his hard cock into her pussy.
Karina gasped as she felt the thick, pulsing head of Jonghyun's cock nudging against her slick folds, the clay smeared on their bodies now a filthy, obscene mixture. Her heart raced, pounding wildly in her chest as she gazed up at her son's handsome face, darkened with lust and desire. Karina knew this was wrong, that she should put a stop to this immediately, but she couldn't find the willpower to resist the all-consuming need that had taken hold of them both.
"Oh god, Jonghyun," Karina breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation and a sliver of fear. "I won't regret it," she promised, even as a small, treacherous part of her whispered that she already did. But Karina ignored that voice, drowning it out with the pounding of her own, shameful need.
With a swift, hard thrust, Jonghyun sheathed himself fully inside his mother, burying his thick length deep in her tight, wet heat. Karina cried out, her head falling back against the chaise as a shockwave of pleasure-pain crashed over her. She was so tight, so deliciously and deliciously wrong, and the forbidden act sent jolts of electricity sizzling through her nerves.
"Oh fuck, Mom!" Jonghyun groaned, his hips pressing forward, burying himself even deeper inside her. "You're so fucking tight, so perfect." He leaned down to capture Karina's lips in a searing, filthy kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth as he began to move, to thrust into her again and again.
Karina wrapped her legs around Jonghyun's waist, the clay on her skin now a messy, obscene smear as he began to move within her. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, as he set a hard, driving rhythm. The wet, filthy sounds of their coupling filled the room, a debased symphony as Jonghyun's hips slammed against Karina's again and again."
Karina matched Jonghyun's powerful thrusts, rolling her hips to take him deeper, to feel him reaching the very core of her being. She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every drive of his hips, the filthy slap of flesh on flesh only spurring her own desire.
"Yes, darling, yes!" Karina cried out, her voice ragged and raw with pleasure. "Fuck your mother, fuck me hard!" She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him into a messy, desperate kiss as she surrendered herself completely to the devastating pleasure of being taken by her own son.
Jonghyun's hands gripped Karina's hips hard enough to bruise, the tips of his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pistoned in and out of her. The pain mingled with the pleasure, a heady mix that set Karina's nerves alight with sensation. She could feel every thick, pulsing inch of him splitting her open, stretching her in ways she hadn't been stretched in years.
"Oh god, I can feel you so deep inside me," Karina panted, breaking the kiss to gaze up at Jonghyun with glazed, lust-drunk eyes. "Fucking me, claiming me, owning me completely." She clenched her inner muscles around him, reveling in the feeling of his hardness, his heat, his delicious weight pressing her down into the chaise.
Karina's breath came in short, sharp gasps as Jonghyun's thrusts grew more intense, more demanding. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Karina's wanton moans and Jonghyun's guttural groans of pleasure. Karina could feel the pressure building inside her, the coil of heat in her lower belly winding tighter and tighter with each driving thrust of her son's hips.
"Oh god, Jonghyun," Karina keened, her fingers scrabbling at his back, nails raking down the sweat-slick skin. "Don't stop, please don't stop!" She could feel her climax approaching, the edges of her vision beginning to blur as the pleasure consumed her.
Karina's thighs trembled, the muscles quivering and clenching around Jonghyun's pistoning hips as he pounded into her relentlessly. She could feel every thick, pulsing inch of him stroking her inner walls, the textured surface of his shaft dragging deliciously against her most sensitive spots.
"Baby, Mommy wants to come," Karina gasped out, her voice cracking with desperation. "Please, make your mother come on your big, hard cock!" She bucked her hips frantically against his, chasing the impending ecstasy that was just out of reach.
Jonghyun said, "I'll also come Mommy".
Karina's eyes widened, a thrill of dark excitement and trepidation shooting through her at Jonghyun's words. The knowledge that her own son was about to fill her, to mark her very womb with his seed, sent a forbidden rush of lust coursing through her veins.
"Oh yes, Jonghyun," Karina gasped out, her voice ragged and thick with desire. "Come inside Mommy, fill me up with your hot, thick seed." She clenched her inner muscles around his pistoning length, the velvet walls fluttering and spasming as her own climax crashed over her like a tidal wave.
"Paint my insides white, baby," Karina begged shamelessly, too lost in the throes of her own pleasure to care about the impropriety of her words. "I want to feel your come flooding my womb, claiming me, owning me completely."
Karina threw her head back, a silent scream of ecstasy tearing from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsed beneath Jonghyun, back arching, toes curling as the intense sensations consumed her utterly. She could feel Jonghyun's cock pulsing and throbbing inside her, his own release imminent as he rode out the waves of her climax.
"Come in me, Jonghyun!" Karina demanded, her voice a desperate, wanton cry. "Fill your mother up, give me every last drop of your seed!" She clenched down around him like a vice, determined to milk her son for all he was worth, to feel the heat of his release flooding her most intimate depths.
"I am cumming", Then Jonghyun shot his cement into his mother's hole.
Karina screamed in rapture as she felt Jonghyun's cock swell and throb inside her, the thick length pulsing as he reached his own shattering climax. At the same moment, a gush of liquid warmth flooded her spasming channel, Jonghyun's potent seed erupting from his shaft and painting Karina's insides a thick, creamy white.
"Yes, baby, YES!" Karina howled, her voice raw with unfettered bliss. "Fill your mommy up, darling! I can feel it, I can feel your come pumping deep inside me!"
She shuddered and quaked, her body writhing beneath Jonghyun's as spurt after spurt of his hot, viscous seed pumped into her hungry womb. Karina's orgasm intensified, the pleasure bordering on pain as Jonghyun's release triggered her own to new, dizzying heights. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red welts in their wake as she anchored herself to him, unwilling to let a single drop of his precious seed escape her greedy body.
"Oh god, Jonghyun," Karina babbled incoherently, drunk on the sensation of being so thoroughly filled and claimed. "I've never felt so full, so utterly complete." She gazed up at him with hazy, adoring eyes, a blissful smile playing about her kiss-swollen lips. "Thank you, baby. Thank you for giving me your beautiful seed, for marking me, claiming me, making me yours."
As the final waves of their intense climax washed over them, Jonghyun collapsed onto Karina, his muscular body blanketing her softer curves. They remained joined, his softening cock still nestled deep within her come-filled channel as they caught their breath in the aftermath of their forbidden lovemaking.
Karina wrapped her arms around Jonghyun, holding her new lover close as she nuzzled into the sweat-slick crook of his neck. She could feel the sticky evidence of their coupling beginning to cool and dry on their skin, the once clay-smeared bodies now painted with the fruits of their sinful union.
"Mmm, that was incredible, Jonghyun," Karina murmured, her voice low and sated. "I've never felt so close to anyone in my life." She tilted her head to gaze up at him, a soft, loving smile playing about her lips. "I don't want this moment to end, I don't want to go back to just being your mother and you being my son."
Jonghyun lifted his head to meet Karina's tender gaze, his own eyes soft with a newfound affection and desire. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on the delicate curve of her cheek.
"Mom," he said softly, his voice filled with a new kind of reverence and adoration. "This changes everything between us, doesn't it? We're not just a mother and son anymore."
Karina shook her head, her smile turning playful and mischievous. "No, darling, we're not," she agreed, a hint of sultry promise in her tone. "We're lovers now, you and I. Partners in every sense of the word."
Jonghyun's heart swelled with a new kind of love, one that transcended the boundaries of a typical mother-son relationship. He leaned in, capturing Karina's lips in a slow, sensual kiss that spoke volumes of his deep, abiding affection. When he finally pulled back, his eyes shone with a fierce, possessive light.
"Mine," he declared, his voice a low, husky rumble. "You're mine now, Mom. My lover, my woman." His hand slid down to rest on her stomach, fingers splaying protectively over the spot where he had pumped his seed deep into her fertile womb. "And hopefully, before long, the mother of my child."
Karina's breath caught in her throat, a thrill of excitement and trepidation shooting through her at Jonghyun's bold, scandalous words. The thought of carrying her own son's baby, of swelling with his child, sent a dark rush of lust and love coursing through her veins.
"Oh, Jonghyun," she breathed, tilting her head to gaze up at him with hooded, adoring eyes. "Yes, I'm yours. Utterly and completely. And I want nothing more than to give you a child, to feel your baby growing inside me."
She arched her back, pressing her stomach against Jonghyun's possessive hand, silently offering herself up to the possibility of carrying his seed to term. Karina knew the risks, the shame and scandal that would surely follow if their forbidden affair were ever discovered. But in that moment, lost in the afterglow of their lovemaking and the promise of a future together as lovers and parents, Karina couldn't bring herself to care. She would face anything, endure any hardship, to be the mother of Jonghyun's child.
Unexpectedly ate with the most delicious Kim Minji..
Male reader (grandfather) x Minji (granddaughter)
!Male reader = grandfather
Kinks: Taboo & Incest (w/grandpa), huge gap gap, pussy eating, pissing, asshole licking, armpits licking, lots of kissings and romance & anal..
Minji, an 18-year-old K-pop idol, is the darling of millions, her princess-like beauty making her a global obsession. her agency’s managers have crafted a stage persona that’s pure sex: her choreography is a parade of hip thrusts, body rolls, and skimpy outfits that leave little to the imagination. On stage, Minji’s a brat, all smirks and teasing glances, her dances dripping with slutty energy—though she’s only following orders by made the dance moves. Offstage, she sometimes flirting shamelessly with fans, in live streams she flirts and says sexual stuff, also and pushing boundaries to feel alive amidst her controlled idol life.
Her grandfather, a 62-year-old is the family’s rock.. He's still strong and healthy. He lives in a sprawling countryside estate, a world away from Minji’s neon-lit Seoul. He’s always adored Minji, his only granddaughter. He's not like an old ass who can't walk. He's still young and strong despite his age.. Very fit enough to still work like in his prime.
The grandfather sees Minji as his legacy, the dazzling star who carries his bloodline’s beauty.. But her bratty attitude and slutty stage performances—clips he’s seen online, her thong peeking out during a twerk—alarm him. He fears she’s on a path to becoming a “public slut,” her innocence corrupted by fame’s machine. Yet, this fear twists into obsession: her provocative dances awaken his long-dormant desires, her body is a forbidden fruit he wants to both save and devour. He’s torn between guiding her back to “purity” and indulging the filthy urge to claim her himself.
Currently Minji is at her home. Her parents has planned to go to village for work, so since minji cant be alone, her parents called her grandpa for protection and support since Minji can't be lonely alone in a dark house.
Minji practices her daily dance practice in her own living room.
Her body’s is slick with sweat from an impromptu dance practice, she’s been perfecting that slutty choreography where she shakes her ass and all hip rolls, her tiny outfit clinging to her curves. She’s wearing a white crop top that hugs her perky tits, the hem barely covering her underboob, and high-waisted jeans that sit low enough to flash the band of her Calvin Klein thong. Her toned midriff glistens, her long black hair sticking to her neck, and she smells like a mix of sweet perfume and raw sexy sweat.
A sharp knock arrives to the door ... “Coming!” she says, her voice kinda loud but sweet, as she hops up, her bare feet slapping the hardwood floor. She swings the door open, and there he is—her grandfather, standing tall in a crisp button-up and slacks, his silver hair catching the hallway light, his sharp eyes locking onto her like a hawk. It’s been months since they last saw each other, and the sight of him sends a flutter through her chest. “Grandpa!” she squeals, genuine joy in her tone, though her body language screams something dirtier as she throws herself into his arms.
The hug is electric, a collision of familial love and forbidden heat. During the hug, Minji presses herself against him, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to his shirt, her tits squishing against his broad chest. Her arms wrap around his neck, these aren't intention, it's just because of actual love and they have done these hugs before.
He sets his bag down, his eyes glued to her as Minji’s outfit is exposing a lot of skin. Its a barely-there outfit—a white crop top clinging to her sweat-slicked chest, high-waisted jeans flashing her Calvin Klein thong—makes his throat tighten as we've seen. He shakes his head, trying to focus. She’s his granddaughter, for fuck’s sake. But the way she moves, so carefree and bratty, stirs something dark in him—a hunger he hasn’t felt in years.
Minji steps back, brushing her hair behind her ear, oblivious to the storm in his head. “It’s been forever, Grandpa,” she says, her voice light, a genuine smile on her lips. “How was the drive? You look tired.” She gestures toward the living room, her bare feet padding across the hardwood as she leads him to the couch. She’s not trying to seduce him—her mind’s on their reunion, her affection for him pure—but her natural energy, that bratty, confident sway in her hips, makes it hard for him to look away.
“Long drive,” he grunts, settling onto the couch, his eyes flicking to her exposed midriff before he forces them to her face. “You’ve been keeping busy, I bet. All that dancing and… stuff.” His tone carries a hint of disapproval, but he keeps it casual, not wanting to start a lecture yet. He leans back, trying to relax, but his mind keeps replaying her latest performance video where her ass is bouncing on stage, her smirk teasing the crowd.
Minji sits down beside him, tucking her legs under her, her crop top riding up just enough to show more skin. “Yeah, it’s been crazy,” she sighs, stretching her arms above her head, her abs flexing. “The tour’s killing me, but I’m on a break now, thank God. Oh—have you eaten? I was gonna make some ramen. I’m starving!”
She hops up without waiting for an answer as she heads to the kitchen, leaving him with a view of her backside that makes his mouth go dry.
“Go ahead,” he calls after her, his voice gruff. He watches her disappear into the kitchen, then leans forward, rubbing his face. He shouldn’t be thinking about her like this.. But her sweaty, perfect body, the way her ass looked in those jeans.
But as he hears her cooking noises, the clatter of pots and pans filling the apartment, he can’t resist. He stands quietly, moving to the kitchen doorway, his eyes narrowing as he peeks at her. Minji’s bent over the counter, reaching for a spice jar, her crop top lifting to expose the curve of her lower back, her thong peeking out above her jeans.
Her tirs and ass are a fucking masterpiece, round and firm, and he feels a primal hunger stir—God, he wants to bury his face in her asshole and eat off her tits.. Like taste her, make her squirm. His cock twitches, shame and lust warring in his chest as he grips the doorframe, forcing himself to stay still.
Minji feels a prickle on the back of her neck, like someone’s watching, but she brushes it off. Probably nothing, she thinks, focusing on the boiling water. She’s too caught up in her task to notice her grandfather’s hungry stare, his eyes tracing every inch of her exposed skin. She tosses the noodles into the pot, her movements casual and sensual. She’s not thinking about him that way, not consciously, but there’s a tension in her body she can’t quite place, a heat that’s been building since their hug.
A few minutes later, she carries two steaming bowls of ramen to the dining table, setting them down with a proud grin. “Ta-da! Not bad, right?” she says, sitting across from him, her crop top shifting to reveal the underside of her breasts for a split second before she adjusts it. She’s oblivious to the effect she’s having, her focus on the food, but her grandfather’s eyes catch every detail, his appetite for her growing stronger than his hunger for the meal.
They eat in comfortable silence for a moment, the clink of chopsticks filling the space.. “Minji, are you tired?".. "Ah yes Grandpa, sometimes due to excessive loads of work, but its normal for me now". She replies.
" I saw your last performance online,” he starts, setting his chopsticks down. “That dancing… it’s too much. All that shaking and showing off—it’s not right. You’re better than that.” His words are measured.
Minji sighs, “I don’t really have a choice, Grandpa,” she says, her voice softer now, less bratty. “The agency decide everything—my outfits, my moves. They want me to be… sexy, I guess. It’s not like I love it, but it’s my job.” She shrugs, taking a bite, her lips glossy with broth. She doesn’t notice the way his gaze flicks to her mouth, his mind imagining those lips elsewhere.
He leans back, his eyes narrowing slightly, a new curiosity sparking. “Doesn’t it bother you, though?” he asks, his voice lower, more probing. “All those people watching you, sexualizing you… Have you ever felt that way yourself? You know… been with someone?” He keeps his tone casual, but there’s a weight to the question..he waits for her answer.
Minji pauses, her cheeks flushing slightly, she smiles and laughs a little. “No, actually,” she admits, looking down at her bowl. “I’m… I’ve never done anything. I’m a virgin.” She glances up at him, her eyes wide, a mix of embarrassment and humour in her expression. “I mean, I’ve thought about it, you know? I kinda want to try… see what it’s like. But I haven’t.” Her voice is honest, a little shy, the bratty edge softened by her vulnerability.
He blinks, genuinely surprised,. “Wait, really?” he says, his tone lighter now, almost disbelieving. “I thought for sure you’d have… well, with the way you move on stage, I figured you’d already done it!” He shakes his head, a mix of relief and pride washing over him. His little Minji, still innocent despite her slutty persona—it makes him want to protect her even more, though the thought of her “trying” sex sends a jolt straight to his groin.
Minji bursts out laughing, the sound bright and genuine.
“Grandpa, come on!” she says, grinning at him. “Just ‘cause I dance like that doesn’t mean I’m out there doing it."
"Besides, you’ve already done it, right? I mean, that’s why I’m even here!” She gestures to herself, her laugh turning playful, her eyes sparkling with humor.
She’s teasing him now, but not in a sexual way—just her natural, bratty charm shining through.
He laughs too, a deep, warm sound, his chest swelling with pride at her maturity. “You’ve got a point there,” he says, his smile softening as he looks at her. “Smart girl. You’ve grown up so much.”. He shifts in his seat, leaning closer, his voice dropping slightly. “You haven't even tounched any guys of your age??” His tone is gentle..
Minji shakes her head, her laughter fading into a shy smile. “Nope, not even that,, leave kissing!” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know, I know—I’m all innocent, but then I go out there and dance like a total brat. It’s weird, right?” She giggles, her cheeks pink, her crop top shifting again as she leans forward, giving him another glimpse of her midriff. “I do wonder what it feels like, though. Kissing, I mean.”
"You’re too pure for your own good,” he murmurs. “Dancing like that in public, but never even kissed… my little Minji.” His hand moves slowly, brushing against hers on the table..Minji senses something’s about to happen, a nervous excitement fluttering in her chest, but she doesn’t pull away.
Their faces are inches apart now..
Minji bites her lip, her voice barely a whisper as she breaks the silence. “Btw, Grandpa… I think its time to try already,” she says, her tone a mix of frustration and longing.
“My group members, Hanni, Daniellie, Haerin—they’ve all done it already, with their boyfriends. You know, kissing, and… more. I can’t handle being the only one left out.” - Minji says.
Her cheeks flush, her vulnerability raw, but there’s a spark of determination in her eyes. She’s tired of being the innocent one, her bratty, curious side itching to catch up, even if it’s in the most forbidden way possible. Her grandpa smiles but before he can respond, she leans forward, her breath hitching, and presses her lips to his, initiating the kiss with a boldness that catches him off guard.
As they kiss, the grandfather’s mouth, at 62, isn’t fresh; his breath carries the faint tang of whiskey from the drive, mixed with the earthy, slightly stale taste of age, his lips rough and chapped from years of hard living. His tongue, when it slips into her mouth, is thick, a little clumsy, the texture rougher than a younger man’s, with a hint of bitterness that comes with his years. But to Minji, it’s her first kiss, and the sheer wrongness of it—kissing her own grandfather—makes it thrilling, the roughness of his mouth a strange contrast to her softness.
For the grandfather, Minji’s mouth is a fucking revelation and heaven!!! A total paradise he didn’t know existed. Her lips are plush, yummy, pinkish, and so goddamn soft, like biting into the ripest fruit. Her breath smells sweet, a mix of mint gum and the faintest hint of her sweat, that sexy, musky scent that’s been driving him wild all evening. When her tongue shyly meets his, it’s a burst of flavor—her saliva is young, fresh, and fucking delicious, a watery sweetness that makes his head spin. It’s better than anything he’s ever tasted, better than the finest wine, better than the women of his youth. Her mouth is so yummy, so alive, the warmth of it making him groan into the kiss, his cock hardening painfully in his slacks as he drinks her in.
Their kiss deepens, turning wet and sloppy, a mouthful of watery freshness as their tongues tangle, exchanging saliva in a messy, primal dance. Minji’s tongue is tentative at first, exploring his roughness, but she soon matches his rhythm, her youthful energy pouring into the kiss. The grandfather’s hands slide to her neck, pulling her closer, his fingers tangling in her sweaty hair as he devours her, sucking on her tongue like it’s candy, savoring every drop of her delicious spit. He can’t get enough, his arousal skyrocketing as he feels her soft moans vibrate against his lips, her scent—sweet, sweaty, and so fucking young filling his senses. His erection strains against his trousers.
Minji’s mind is a whirlwind, the kiss overwhelming her senses. She didn’t expect it to be so intense, so wet, his aged mouth is strange but thrilling contrast to her untouched lips. She can taste the whiskey on him, the roughness of his tongue making her shiver, but it’s the heat of the moment, the forbidden rush of kissing her grandfather, that makes her lean in harder, her hands gripping his shirt.
Minji pulls back from the kiss, her lips swollen and glossy, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. The grandfather’s eyes are dark, almost feral, his erection throbbing painfully in his slacks. Her taste lingers on his tongue—sweet, fresh, and so fucking delicious, like a drug he can’t get enough of.
Their dinner sits forgotten on the table, the ramen growing cold, but his hunger has shifted entirely to her. He’s starving, not for food, but for Minji—her body, her skin, her everything. The taboo of their blood tie, the fact that she’s his granddaughter, only makes the craving worse.
“Minji,” he rasps, his voice low and rough, his hands trembling as he grip her shoulders. “You’re… fuck, you’re too much.” He doesn’t give her time to respond, his hunger taking over as he pulls her closer, his lips crashing against her neck. Her skin is warm, slick with sweat from her earlier dance practice and cooking in hear, and he groans at the taste—salty, sweet, and so goddamn young.. Minji gasps, her hands clutching his shirt, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation, her first taste of being touched like this.
He pulls back just enough to look at her, his eyes raking over her exposed midriff, the white crop top barely covering her perky tits. “Been wanting to do this since you opened the door,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust, a dark chuckle escaping him. His hands slide under her top, pushing it up to reveal her breasts—small, perfect, with pink nipples already hardening in the cool air. “Fuck, look at these,” he growls, his mouth watering as he cups them, his rough thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her shiver. He’s hungry, so fucking hungry, and her body is a feast laid out just for him.
Minji’s breath hitches, her eyes wide, a mix of shock and curiosity swirling in her chest. She’s never been touched like this, never felt a man’s hands on her bare skin, and the fact that it’s her grandfather makes it all the more trustable. “Grandpa…” she whispers, her voice trembling, not with fear but with the sheer intensity of the moment. She doesn’t pull away, her body responding despite her racing mind.
He doesn’t hesitate, his hunger too strong to resist. He leans down, his lips wrapping around one of her nipples, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Her taste explodes in his mouth—fresh, faintly sweet, her skin so soft it’s like sucking on silk. He groans against her, the sound muffled, his cock throbbing harder as he feasts on her. His other hand kneads her other breast, his fingers rough against her smoothness, pinching her nipple just enough to make her squeak. He pulls back for a moment, her nipple glistening with his spit, and he licks his lips, savoring her flavor. “So fucking delicious,” he mutters, his voice hoarse, before diving back in, sucking harder, his teeth grazing her lightly, leaving faint red marks on her pale skin.
Minji’s head tips back, a soft moan escaping her lips, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. She can feel his age in the way he moves, his lips chapped, his breath hot and slightly stale.
The grandfather’s hunger doesn’t stop at her breasts. He pulls back, his lips shiny with spit, and trails his mouth down her exposed stomach, licking and sucking at her sweaty skin. Her abs flex under his tongue, the salty tang of her sweat mixing with the natural sweetness of her body, driving him wild.
Next, His gaze shifts to her arms, raised slightly as she grips the table for support, and he notices the faint sheen of sweat under her armpit, exposed by her sleeveless crop top. It’s juicy, glistening, the skin there a little darker from her dance practice, the hair shaved but a faint stubble adding to the raw, primal allure. “Fuck, look at that,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust, a dark grin spreading across his face.
He grabs her wrist, lifting her arm higher, exposing her armpit fully, the scent hitting him immediately—musky, sweaty, and so fucking nasty. It’s disgusting in the most delicious way, the kind of nasty that makes his mouth water, his cock leaking pre-cum into his slacks.
“Grandpa, what are you—” Minji starts, her voice shaky, but her words cut off as he dives in, his aged lips pressing against her armpit, his tongue flattening against the sweaty skin. He licks hard, dragging his rough tongue across the juicy, watery surface, drinking in her sweat like it’s the finest liquor. The taste is filthy—salty, tangy, with a bitter edge from her exertion, the kind of dirty that should repulse him but instead drives him wild. “So fucking nasty,” he growls against her skin, his voice muffled, his lips sucking at the tender flesh, pulling more of her sweaty juices into his mouth.
“Your armpits, Minji… disgusting little pits, but fuck, they’re delicious. My granddaughter’s sweaty, juicy mess—better than anything.” His praise is crude and depraved
“Oh… Grandpa…” she moans, her voice trembling with a mix of love and arousal, her head tipping back as she surrenders to the feeling. It’s nasty, so fucking nasty that her armpits are getting licked, but she likes it, the taboo thrill of her grandfather worshipping such a dirty part of her making her pussy throb.
Her moans grow louder, soft and breathy, her love for him growing as she grips his hair, pulling him closer without even realizing it. “Feels… so good,” she whimpers
He pulls back for a moment, his lips shiny with her armpit juicy sweats which he just ate,. “You like that, huh?” he chuckles darkly, his eyes gleaming with lust. “My little Minji, moaning for her grandpa’s tongue in her filthy pits.” He doesn’t wait for her response, diving back in, sucking harder, his tongue lapping at every drop of her sweaty juices, the watery, tangy taste making him groan. His hands grip her hips, keeping her steady as he feasts, his cock so hard it hurts, the taboo of it—drinking from his granddaughter’s armpit juices—pushing him to new heights of depravity.
After a few more greedy licks, he pulls back, his breath hot and ragged. He can’t resist her lips again, the memory of their first kiss still burning in his mind. He grabs her face, pulling her into another kiss, his lips crashing against hers again with a wet, desperate edge. Their tongues tangle immediately, the kiss is sloppy again and a mouthful of watery freshness as they exchange saliva once more. Her mouth is still fucking delicious—sweet, youthful, her saliva is like a burst of candy.
Minji moans into the kiss,“Grandpa… love you,” she murmurs against his lips, her voice a soft, breathy moan, her innocence and affection bleeding into the nasty act. She’s lost in the kiss, her tongue moving with his, her body pressing closer, her sweaty scent filling the air.
He pulls back just enough to speak, his lips brushing hers, his voice a low growl. “Love you too, princess,” he says, his tone thick with lust and affection... “My dirty little girl… those nasty pits, that yummy fucking mouth… you’re a goddamn feast.” His words are crude, his praise a mix of love and depravity. He dives back into the kiss, his tongue dominating hers, his cock aching as he loses himself in her, the grandfather devouring his granddaughter in the most forbidden way.
The grandfather pulls back from their sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss, his lips glistening with Minji’s sweet saliva, his breath ragged as he stares at her. Her sweaty, half-naked body—crop top pushed up, jeans low on her hips, her armpits still wet from his tongue—drives him to the edge of sanity.
“Minji,” he growls, his voice low and guttural, his hands sliding to her jeans, fingers fumbling with the button. “I need more of you… all of you.” His words are thick with lust, his aged eyes dark with a primal need as he yanks her jeans down, pulling them off her legs in one rough motion. Now Minji is just in her underwear thong.
His eyes lock onto the Calvin Klein underwear thong he pulled.
He brings the expensive CalvinKlein underwear to his nose, inhaling deeply, the scent of her pussy hitting him like a drug. It’s musky, tangy, and so fucking dirty—"Goddamn, Minji,” he growls, his voice thick with desire, his eyes half-lidded as he takes another deep sniff. “Your dirty little panties… smell so fucking good. My granddaughter’s pussy, so ripe and filthy.” . He presses the thong to his face, rubbing it against his lips, tasting the faint remnants of her juices, his groans muffled as he loses himself in her scent.
Now, her pussy throbs under his gaze.
It’s fucking perfect—Minji's pussy is pink, glistening, untouched. Her pussy lips are slick with her juices, her clit peeking out, begging for attention, and he can’t hold back. “So fucking pretty,” he growls, his aged lips curling into a dark smirk, his hands spreading her thighs wider. He dives in, his rough tongue flattening against her pussy, licking a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, tasting her for the first time.
The flavor explodes on his tongue, its sweet and tangy, her juices fresh and so fucking youthful, better than anything he’s ever tasted. It’s like drinking nectar..His aged mouth, chapped and rough, moves greedily, sucking on her pussy, his tongue dipping into her entrance to lap up every drop of her wetness. “Fuck, Minji,” he mutters against her, his voice muffled, his lips shiny with her juices. “Your pussy… so goddamn delicious. My granddaughter’s tight little cunt… never tasted anything so good.”
Minji’s head tips back, a loud moan escaping her lips as the sensation hits her like a tidal wave. “Oh… Grandpa!” she gasps, her voice a mix of shock and pleasure, her hands flying to his hair, gripping the silver strands as her body trembles. She’s never felt anything like this—his rough tongue, the wet suction, the way he’s devouring her like she’s a meal.. “Feels… so… good,” she whimpers.
He growls into her, his hands gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks, his mouth working her pussy with a hunger as he sucks on her clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, making her hips buck against his face. Her juices coat his lips, his chin, dripping down as he drinks her in, the wet, slurping sounds filling the room, a nasty soundtrack to their taboo act.
Minji’s moans grow louder, her body shaking as the pleasure builds, her pussy clenching around nothing as his tongue works her over. “Grandpa… I… I can’t….. I love you..” she gasps, her voice trembling, her love for him mixing..
As he's eating her pussy like a beast, Minji feels something is coming out of her pussy.
She bites her lip, her voice shaky as she speaks. “Grandpa… I… I need to-- pee…” Before she can finish, the urge overtakes her, and she lets go, a warm stream of piss gushing from her pussy, splashing onto his mouth & face. The golden liquid soaks his face, shirt, dripping down his torso.
Minji’s eyes widen in shock, but as she sees the way he reacts—his groan of pleasure, his hands gripping her thighs tighter—she feels a rush of arousal, the taboo of pissing on her grandfather making her heart race. “I love you, Grandpa,” she moans, her voice soft and breathy, her love for him pouring out in the midst of the nasty act. “I really mean it... ” She’s overwhelmed, her body trembling, but she loves the intimacy of it, the way he’s accepting every part of her, even something so dirty.
The grandfather’s eyes light up, his arousal hitting a new peak as her piss soaks him, the warmth of it seeping into his skin. “Fuck, yes,” he growls, his voice a mix of lust and adoration, his hands sliding up her thighs to her hips, pulling her closer. “My dirty little girl… pissing on your grandpa like a fucking slut. I love it.”
Minji’s moans turn softer, her body relaxing as the last of her piss drips out and her grandpa swallows it, her love for him grows more higher with her senses. She reaches for him, her hands trembling, and pulls him up, her need for closeness taking over. “Grandpa… hold me,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion, her eyes shining with love and vulnerability. He stands, the scent of her piss and arousal clinging to him, and pulls her into a tight hug, their bodies pressed together in a messy, loving embrace.
He wraps his arms around her, his hands sliding to her bare back, gripping her tightly as he buries his face in her hair. “I love you too, princess,” he murmurs, his voice rough but tender, his cock still hard against her stomach as they hug. Minji clings to him, her arms around his neck, her face pressed to his shoulder, her breaths shaky but full of love.
They stay like that for a long moment, hugging tightly, their bodies pressed together, the scent of her piss and sweat mingling in the air. The grandfather’s hands move slowly, caressing her bare skin, his love for her evident in every touch, while Minji melts into him.
They kiss for what feels like forever, their lips moving in a desperate, loving rhythm, exchanging watery saliva in a messy tongue dance. Minji pulls back slightly, her breath shaky, her cheeks flushed as she looks into his eyes. “Grandpa… I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, her love for him raw and unfiltered. “I didn’t know it could be… like this. So… intense.” She bites her lip, her body still buzzing from their earlier acts.
He chuckles softly, “You’re just starting to feel it, princess,” he says, "There’s so much more… so much I wanna show you.” He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he glances down at her exposed pussy, still glistening from his tongue. “You liked me tasting you, didn’t you? My little Minji… letting her grandpa eat her sweet little cunt.”.
Minji blushes, a shy smile tugging at her lips, her hands still resting on his chest. “Yeah… I did,” she admits, her voice soft, “It felt so good… I didn’t know it could feel like that.” She pauses, her curiosity taking over, her bratty side peeking through. “Can… can we do more? I wanna feel it again.” Her words are innocent but bold, her love for him driving her to explore further.
“Oh, we’re gonna do more,” he growls, his voice thick with lust, his hunger for her reigniting. “I want you on my face, Minji. Wanna taste you deeper… let you ride your grandpa’s tongue.”..he guides her off the table, lying back on the floor, the hardwood cool against his back as he positions himself beneath her.
Minji hesitates for a moment, her heart racing, but the look in his eyes—lustful, loving, commanding—makes her move. She straddles his face, her knees on either side of his head, her pussy hovering inches above his mouth. Her scent hits him immediately.. “Fuck, yes,” he groans, his hands gripping her thighs, pulling her down until her pussy presses against his lips...
Now the facesitting starts, He dives in, his rough tongue lapping at her clit, sucking on her lips, his mouth devouring her with a hunger that borders on feral.
Minji gasps, her hands gripping his hair, her hips moving on their own as she grinds against his face. “Grandpa… oh my God…” she moans, her voice a mix of love and pleasure, her body trembling as the sensation overwhelms her.
His tongue fucks into her pussy hole, lapping up every drop of her wetness, his nose pressed against her clit, breathing in her scent as he eats her out. She’s riding his face now, her movements clumsy but eager, her pussy soaking his mouth, the wet, slurping sounds filling the room. The taboo of it—sitting on her grandfather’s face, letting him devour her—makes her moan louder, her love for him pouring out in every sound.
The grandfather’s cock throbs harder, his face buried in her pussy, his hands squeezing her ass as he pulls her closer, his tongue relentless. But then, he feels her body tense, a familiar pressure building, and he knows what’s coming. Minji's about to piss again, she can't control her body..
“Do it, Minji,” he growls against her, his voice muffled, his lips still sucking on her clit. “Piss for me again… let your grandpa drink you.” His words are depraved, and Minji lets it go, she screams, a warm stream of piss gushing from her pussy, splashing into his mouth.
He opens his mouth wide, swallowing her piss greedily, the sharp, pungent taste mixing with her juices as he drinks her down. It’s nasty, so fucking nasty, but he loves it, the taboo of swallowing his granddaughter’s piss making his cock ache, pre-cum soaking his slacks. “Fuck, yes,” he groans, his voice garbled as he gulps, her piss dripping down his chin, soaking his chest. “So fucking good… my dirty little girl.” He keeps licking, his tongue lapping at her pussy as she pisses, the combination of her juices and piss a filthy cocktail that drives him wild.
Minji moans louder, her body trembling as she pisses into his mouth, the sensation of him drinking her sending a new wave of arousal through her. “I love you, Grandpa,” she gasps, her voice thick with emotion, her hips still grinding against his face. “I love you so much… feels so good…”
He pulls her off his face, his lips and chin dripping with her piss and juices, his breath ragged as he looks up at her, his eyes burning with love and lust. “I love you too, princess,” he rasps, his voice hoarse, his hands pulling her down into another tight hug. They collapse together on the floor, their bodies pressed close.
By now, he has tasted her pussy, her armpits, her piss, but his hunger for her—his own granddaughter—knows no bounds, and there’s one place he hasn’t claimed yet, the most forbidden part of her body.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with lust. “Minji,” he rasps, his voice low and gravelly, his hands sliding to her hips, gripping her tightly.
Minji’s breath hitches, her body trembling as she feels the cool air on her naked skin, her position making her feel vulnerable in a way she hasn’t before. “Grandpa… where are you going…” she starts, her voice shaky, a mix of nervousness and curiosity in her tone. She glances back at him, her long black hair falling over her shoulder, her eyes wide with innocence, but she doesn’t pull away, her trust in him and the forbidden thrill of their acts keeping her in place.
He doesn’t answer with words. He spreads her ass cheeks with his rough hands, exposing her asshole fully, the tight, pink ring a stark contrast to the glistening wetness of her pussy just below. The scent hits him immediately, which is musky, earthy, a faint trace of her sweat and piss mixing with the raw, primal smell of her ass, the kind of nasty that makes his cock throb harder in his slacks. “Fuck, look at that,” he growls, his voice thick with lust, his thumbs rubbing circles on her cheeks as he takes in the sight. “My granddaughter’s perfect little asshole… its soo tight af and so fucking dirty, just for me.”
He starts eating and putting his tongue whole full inside Minji's shithole now..
The taste is filthy—bitter, earthy, with a tang of her sweat, the kind of nasty that should repulse him but instead drives him wild. He groans against her, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin, his tongue lapping at her asshole with a hunger that borders on feral. “So fucking good,” he mutters, his voice muffled, his lips sucking on the tight shithole, pulling at the tender flesh as he feasts.
Minji gasps, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation, her hands gripping the floor as a soft moan escapes her lips. “Grandpa… oh my… that feels…soo good” she whimpers, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and pleasure, lt feels good in a way she didn’t expect—his rough tongue, the wet suction, the way he’s devouring her most private place. “Feels… so weird… but good,” she moans, her voice soft and breathy, her love for him mixing with the arousal coursing through her. she can’t help but push her ass back against his face, her body responding despite her racing mind.
He growls into her, his hands spreading her cheeks wider, his mouth fully eating her asshole with relentless hunger. His tongue fucks into her tight hole, pushing past the resistance, the bitter taste of her ass mixing with the faint sweetness of her sweat, driving him wild. He sucks harder, his lips pulling at her hole, his nose pressed against near the shithole areas, breathing in her scent as he feasts. “Fuck, Minji,” he groans, his voice garbled, his face buried in her ass. “Your asshole… so goddamn filthy, so fucking delicious. My little granddaughter… letting me eat her dirty little hole.” His words are crude, his praise dripping with depravity, but there’s a twisted affection in his tone, his love for her making the act feel intimate in the most perverse way.
Minji’s moans grow louder, her body trembling as the pleasure builds, her asshole clenching around his tongue, the sensation pushing her to the edge. “Grandpa… I… I love you,” she gasps, her voice thick with emotion, her love for him pouring out in the midst of the nasty act. She’s overwhelmed, the taboo of her own grandfather eating her ass—his tongue in her most private place—minji body shakes.
The grandfather’s face is still buried between Minji’s ass cheeks, his aged tongue lapping at her tight shithole. Her soft moans fill the room, her body trembling on her hands and knees....
He pulls back for a moment, his lips shiny with her juices, his breath hot and ragged as he looks at her perfect ass, the tight circle of her asshole glistening from his tongue.
“Minji, my sweet girl,” he rasps, his voice low and gravelly, but there’s a tenderness in his tone, a love that cuts through the depravity. “You’re so fucking beautiful… every part of you. Even this dirty little hole… its my life, you know that?.” He leans in again, his rough tongue swirling around her asshole, sucking on the tender flesh with a hunger that’s both primal and adoring, his groans vibrating against her skin.
Minji’s moans turn softer but loud, her body trembling as the sensation overwhelms her, but his words—his love—make her heart swell, her love for him pouring out in response.
“Grandpa… I love you so much,” she whimpers, her voice thick with emotion, her hands gripping the floor as she pushes her ass back against his face. “No one’s ever… loved me like this… made me feel so… so special.” Her words are a mix of innocence and arousal, her love for him so deep that the taboo act—her grandfather eating her ass—feels like the ultimate expression of their bond. She giggles suddenly, a light, breathy sound that cuts through the intensity, her bratty side peeking through. “You’re really… really into my butt, huh? What’s next, Grandpa, you gonna start calling it your ‘little love muffin’ or something?”
He chuckles against her asshole, the sound muffled but genuine, his tongue pausing for a moment as he pulls back to laugh. “Love muffin, huh?” he says, his voice hoarse with lust but tinged with humor, his hands squeezing her cheeks playfully. “Fuck, Minji, you’re gonna kill me with that ass of yours… but yeah, maybe I will. My little love muffin… tastes better than any damn dessert I’ve ever had.” he dives back in, his tongue fucking into her tight hole..
Minji laughs again, her giggles turning into moans as his tongue works her asshole, the sensation sending shivers through her body. “Grandpa, you’re so lovely!” she gasps, her voice a mix of amusement and pleasure, her love for him shining through in her playful tone.
“But… I love it… I love you… feels so good…” She’s never felt so loved, so cherished, as she does in this moment—her grandfather worshipping her most private place, his love for her so deep that even the dirtiest acts feel like a romantic vow.
He sucks harder on her asshole, his lips pulling her tight shithole circle, his tongue pushing deeper, the taste of her—bitter, sweaty, so fucking filthy—making him groan into her.
“Fuck, Minji,” he mutters, his voice muffled, his face buried in her ass. “You’re my everything… my perfect little girl… this ass, this dirty fucking hole… I’d die for it, you know that? Love you so goddamn much.”
Minji’s heart swells at his words, her moans turning into soft whimpers of love, “I love you too, Grandpa… always,” She tries to push her ass more against him, her movements eager but clumsy, her love for him driving her to give him more, to let him have every part of her.
Finally, the grandfather pulls back from Minji’s ass, his lips and chin glistening with her juices, his breath heavy as he looks at her trembling form on her hands and knees. Her soft moans and declarations of love still echo in his mind, their shared laughter and deep connection making the taboo act feel like a romantic ritual between them..
Minji clings to him, “Grandpa… I love you so much,” she murmurs “but… I feel kinda bad,” she admits, her voice trembling with innocence, her bratty side giving way to vulnerability.
“You’ve been… doing all this stuff for me… making me feel so good… but I haven’t done anything for you yet.” She bites her lip, “It’s not fair… I wanna make you feel good too.”
The grandfather’s heart swells at her words, his love for her deepening even more.. “Oh, Minji,” he says, his voice rough but warm, his hands cupping her face as he looks into her eyes. “You don’t have to do anything, princess… just having you here, loving you like this… it’s more than enough.” His words are heartfelt, his love for her so deep that he’d give her the world without expecting anything in return. But the thought of her wants to please him.
Minji shakes her head, her bratty determination kicking in, a small, playful smile tugging at her lips. “No, Grandpa, I wanna do it,” she says,. “I wanna try. For you.” She pauses, her cheeks flushing deeper as she glances down at the bulge in his slacks, her eyes widening slightly. “I mean… you’ve been so hard this whole time… I can tell! It's craving something from me, right? Let me… let me help.” Her words are innocent but earnest.
He chuckles softly, “You’re too good to me, Minji,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, a playful edge to his words. “Alright, princess… if you wanna make your old grandpa feel good, I’m not gonna stop you. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—I’m a bit of a mess down there after all this!” His humor lightens the moment, his laughter rumbling in his chest, but his cock throbs harder at the thought of her mouth on him, the taboo of his granddaughter giving him a blowjob making his pulse race.
Minji giggles as she reaches for his slacks, fumbling with the zipper. “I don’t care if you’re a mess,” she says, her voice soft but teasing, her bratty side peeking through. “You’ve been… eating my butt, Grandpa! I think I can handle a little mess.” Her laughter is light and genuine. She finally gets his slacks open, pulling them down along with his boxers, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and leaking pre-cum, the scent of his arousal mixing with the faint musk of his age.
Her eyes widen at the sight,. “It’s… so big,” she whispers, her voice a mix of awe and nervousness, her cheeks flushing deeper. But her love for him drives her forward, her hands wrapping around his dick...She leans down, her long hair falling over her shoulders, and presses a soft, experimental kiss to the tip, her lips brushing against the pre-cum, the salty taste making her blink in surprise. “It’s… kinda salty,” she says, her voice curious, a small giggle escaping her as she looks up at him, her innocence making the moment both funny and deeply tender.
The grandfather groans, his hands gripping her hair gently, his head tipping back as her lips touch his cock. “Fuck, Minji,” he rasps, his voice thick with arousal, his love for her pouring out in his tone. “You’re killing me… my sweet girl… so fucking perfect.” she has her willingness to please him, makes his heart swell, his cock throbbing harder as she starts to explore him with her mouth. She takes the tip past her lips, her tongue swirling around it clumsily, her inexperience evident but her eagerness making up for it. Her mouth is warm, wet, and so fucking delicious, her saliva mixing with his pre-cum, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue as he watches her, his love for her deepening with every second.
Minji moans softly around his cock, the vibration sending a jolt through him, her hands stroking the base as she takes him deeper, her lips stretching around his thickness. She’s clumsy, her movements unsure, but her love for him drives her to keep going, her tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft, her saliva dripping down as she sucks. “Am I… doing okay, Grandpa?” she mumbles around him, her voice muffled, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of curiosity and affection..
He groans louder, his hands tightening in her hair, his hips bucking slightly as her mouth works him over. “You’re doing fucking amazing, princess,” he says, his voice hoarse with pleasure, his love for her evident in every word. “My little Minji… sucking her grandpa’s cock like a good girl… love you so fucking much.” His words are crude but heartfelt, his arousal mixing with his deep affection, the taboo of her blowjob—his granddaughter’s mouth on him—pushing him to the edge. He chuckles suddenly, a playful edge to his tone as he adds, “Careful, though… don’t want you choking on your old man’s dick..”
Minji giggles around his cock, the sound muffled but genuine, her eyes sparkling with humor as she pulls back slightly to laugh. “Grandpa, you’re so bad!” she says, her voice teasing, her lips shiny with spit and pre-cum as she strokes him with her hand. “I’m trying my best… it’s my first time, you know!” Her laughter is light and playful, their shared humor making the moment feel intimate and fun, their love for each other shining through in their banter. She dives back in, her mouth taking him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her love for him driving her to please him..
Minji pulls back from her grandfather’s cock, her lips swollen and glossy with spit and pre-cum, her breath shaky as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her long black hair is a mess, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead..
Her grandfather pats her head, praising her for the amazing blowjob she did.
Minji smiles shyly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of pride and embarrassment, her innocence shining through as she looks up at him. “I’m glad I made you feel good, Grandpa,” she says...But then her expression shifts, a flicker of curiosity and desire crossing her face, her bratty side peeking through as she bites her lip.
“Um… Grandpa,” she starts, “do you think… maybe we should… you know, fuck?” Her words are this time direct..
The grandfather’s eyes widen, his heart racing at her words, a mix of arousal and concern swirling in his chest. His cock twitches at the thought—fucking his granddaughter, taking her virginity, burying himself in her tight, untouched pussy—but he quickly shakes his head, his protective instincts kicking in.
“No, Minji,” he says firmly, his voice gentle but resolute, his hands cupping her face as he looks into her eyes. “Not that… not your pussy. That’s your main virginity, princess… I can’t take that from you. It’s too much… too special. I love you too much to do that.” His words are heartfelt, his love for her so deep that he’s willing to deny his own desires to protect her..
Minji pouts, "But Grandpa… I want to,” she whines. “I love you… I want to feel it… I don’t care about my virginity… I just-.” Her words are raw, her love for him pouring out...She’s curious, eager to experience everything with him..
He chuckles softly, “Oh, Minji,” he says,. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? So damn stubborn… just like your grandma was.” His words lightens the moment, his laughter rumbling in his chest, but his eyes are serious as he pulls back to look at her.
“I can’t take your virginity, sweetheart…You'll regret it in the future if I take it from you. I'm not gonna marry you.. It might cause you pregnant.. ", he continues.. "but… there’s something else we can do. Something just as close… if you’re sure you want it.”
His voice drops lower, a hint of lust creeping in, his hands sliding to her hips as he waits for her response.
Minji tilts her head, her curiosity piqued, “Something else?” she asks, “What do you mean, Grandpa? I… I wanna be close to you… I wanna feel it!!.”
He takes a deep breath. “We can… try it in your ass, Minji,” he says “It’s not your virginity… not like that. But it’s still close… still special. And we'll be gentle...”
Minji’s eyes widen, a flicker of nervousness crossing her face, but her love for him and her curiosity outweigh her fear,. “In my… ass?” she says, “That… that sounds kinda… great!!…… I trust you, Grandpa!!. I love you… and I wanna be close to you… like that.” Her words are shy but earnest..
“I love you too, Minji… more than anything,” he murmurs,... “We’ll go slow…"
Minji nods, “I trust you, Grandpa,”.. “But I'm a little scared..Just… don’t laugh if I scream a little, okay? I’ve seen stuff online… this sounds like it’s gonna be a lot!”
He chuckles, his laughter warm and genuine, his hands sliding to her hips as he helps her back onto her hands and knees, positioning her on the floor. “No promises, princess,” he teases, his voice playful but loving, his humor lightening the moment. “But I’ll be gentle… we’ll take it one step at a time. You’re gonna be okay, I swear.” he spreads her ass cheeks, her tight, glistening asshole coming into view, still wet from his earlier licking. He now aims his cock inside to her shithole.
He doesn’t have lube, but her ass is already slick from his tongue, and he spits into his hand multiple times, rubbing the saliva onto his cock and then onto her asshole, working the wetness around her tight ring to ease the way. “Gonna get you ready, okay?” he says, his voice low and soothing, his free hand rubbing her lower back as he presses a finger against her asshole, slowly pushing it in to help her relax. “Just breathe, Minji… nice and slow… relax for me. I’ve got you.”
Minji takes a deep breath.
She nods, her breath shaky, and follows his instructions, pushing out as he presses forward, the tip of his cock breaching her tight shithole. The stretch is immediate and intense, a burning pain shooting through her as her asshole resists the intrusion, the lack of natural lubrication making it feel raw and tight despite the spit.
"Oh… oh God, Grandpa!” she cries out, her hands gripping the floor as tears prick her eyes. “It hurts… it hurts a lot…” Her body tenses, her anal sphincter clenching around him, the pain is high. This is her first time crying.
He freezes, his heart aching at her cry, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her hips as he pauses, only the tip of his cock inside her. “I’m sorry, Minji… I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice thick with emotion, his love for her making her pain feel like his own. “We can stop if it’s too much… I don’t wanna hurt you, princess. I love you so much.” but his cock throbs inside her, the tightness of her ass.. The fucking his granddaughter in the ass makes his arousal almost unbearable.
Minji shakes her head, her breath shaky, “No… don’t stop,” she whispers, her hands gripping the floor as she pushes back slightly. “I… I want this to happen… I wanna be close to you… I love you, Grandpa.” She giggles through her tears, her bratty humor breaking through as she adds, “I… I guess my butt’s not ready for the big leagues yet, But… keep going… I can take it.”
He chuckles softly, his laughter warm and affectionate, his hands squeezing her hips as he starts to move again, his thrusts slow and careful. “You’re a ffuckingchamp, Minji,” he says as he eases into her, tearing her asshole inch by inch.
“My little granddaughter… taking her grandpa’s cock like a pro… love you so much.”
Minji moans softly, the pain starting to fade into a deep, intense pleasure as her body adjusts, the fullness of his cock in her ass making her pussy throb, her clit aching as she feels him move inside her. “Grandpa… it’s… it’s starting to feel good,” she gasps, her voice a mix of awe and pleasure, her hands gripping the floor as she pushes back against him, her love for him making the act feel intimate, even romantic, despite the initial pain. “I love you… I love this… being close to you like this…” Her words are raw, her emotions pouring out, the taboo of anal sex with her grandfather turning into a profound expression of their bond, her innocence giving way to a new, shared intimacy.
He groans, his thrusts picking up slightly, his hands gripping her hips as he fucks her ass, the tightness of her body making his cock throb, pre-cum leaking inside her as he moves. “I love you too, Minji… my perfect girl… my everything,” he rasps, his voice thick with emotion, his love for her deepening with every thrust.. He moans as he releases a big load of cum inside her shithole.. Minju screams also in pain and satisfaction.. Both loses their energy and collapses down on the floor..
!you as the King of Goryeo dynasty and IU as regular servant/dishwasher/slave.
Kinks: Rough fucking, pussy eating, pissing, squirting, begging to stop, armpit licks, lots of mouthful kissing
This happens to be around the ancient times. It’s the Goryeo dynasty, a time of lavish palaces, temples, and strict traditions in Gaegyeong, the bustling capital. You, Y/n, are the King.. You're tall, muscular, young ruler with a chiseled jaw. As a king, you're loved by the people, but let’s be real: you’re also a horny dude who enjoys the perks of being King. Your word is absolute, but traditions are strict—marrying a lowly servant girl like Lee Jieun? No way, Jose. The nobles would lose their minds. Still, that doesn’t stop you from eyeing the cute girls who clean your palace.
Lee Jieun, or IU as the other servant girls call her, is a young, probably teenage, 5’2” pixie of a girl—skinny, pale as porcelain, with a cute face that could melt hearts. Her big, dark eyes and pouty lips make her stand out, even in her plain, slightly tattered hanbok. She’s one of the many girls who scrub floors, wash dishes, and cook for the royal household. Jieun’s life is tough—hauling buckets, sweating over fires, and dodging the wrath of grumpy supervisors. But she’s got a feisty spark, and lately, she’s been catching your attention. You’ve heard the other servant girls gossip about “IU” and her clumsy moments, so her name’s already stuck in your head.
It’s a sweltering summer day in the palace. You’re lounging in the open courtyard, shirtless as usual. You’re sipping rice wine from a glass, watching the girl servants bustle around. Jieun’s there, carrying a tray of dishes to the kitchen with a lot of glasses. She’s sweating as fuck, her hanbok sticking to her tiny frame, and you can’t help but notice the way she smells—salty, musky, delicious. Your nose twitches. Damn, you love that sweaty scent. It’s like catnip to you.
Jieun’s distracted, sneaking glances at your ripped torso. Oh gods, she thinks, the King’s chest is like a damn sculpture. Is he trying to kill me? Her cheeks flush, and her pussy tingles just a bit—shit, she’s horny. She’s never been this close to you before, and your half-naked vibe is messing with her head. She trips over a stone, and CRASH! The tray slips, and a glass shatters on the ground, right near your feet.
The other servants gasp. Jieun freezes, dropping to her knees. “Your Majesty! I’m so sorry!” she squeaks, her voice shaky but sweet. That voice—fuck, it’s like honey to your ears.
You stand up, towering over her tiny frame. “Clumsy, aren’t you, Jieun?” you say, smirking. Your eyes lock with hers, and for a second, it’s electric. She’s trembling, but her gaze flicks to your abs, then back up. Is she checking me out? you think, your dick twitching under your robe.
“I-I didn’t mean to, Your Majesty,” she stammers, bowing low. “I’ll clean it up!”
You crouch down, close enough to catch another whiff of her sweaty scent. “Look at me,” you say, voice low. She lifts her head, her cute face all red. Your eyes burn into hers, and she bites her lip.
“Be careful next time, Jieun,” you say, standing up. “I like my glasses… and my girls, unbroken.” You wink, and her jaw drops. Did the King just flirt? She scrambles to clean the shards, her heart pounding. You walk away, already thinking about her cute face and that smell. She’s trouble, and you like it.
It’s been a few days since the glass incident, and Jieun’s been on your radar. You catch glimpses of her scrubbing floors or carrying laundry, always stealing looks at her tiny, sweaty body. She’s been careful, but today, she fucks up big time.
You’re in the throne hall, shirtless again, sprawled on your throne like a goddamn lion. Your mother suddenly storms in, her face is damn red with anger. She’s clutching a broken piece of jade—a priceless hairpin, a family heirloom from your grandmother.
“Y/n!” she snaps, waving the shattered jade. “That clumsy servant girl broke my hairpin! My hairpin! Do you know how precious this was?”
You sit up, frowning. “Which girl?”
“Lee Jieun, that little klutz!” your mother huffs. “She was dusting my chambers and knocked it off the table. I want her punished! Death or jail, Y/n—she’s useless!”
Your cock stirs at the mention of Jieun’s name. Oh, fuck yeah, my clumsy cutie. But you keep a straight face. “Mother, calm down,” you say, leaning back. “Death? For a hairpin? That’s a bit much.”
“A bit much?!” your mother shrieks. “This is an heirloom! Tradition demands respect!”
“Alright, alright,” you say, raising a hand. “I’ll handle it. Where’s Jieun now?”
“In the courtyard, sniveling,” your mother says, crossing her arms. “Do something, Y/n. Don’t be soft.”
You grin. “Oh, I’ll punish her, Mother. Don’t worry.” Punish her real good, you think, your dick already half-hard at the thought of Jieun’s sweaty little body squirming under you.
You head to the courtyard, where Jieun’s kneeling by a pile of laundry, her head bowed. She’s shaking, her pale skin flushed from crying. The other servants are whispering, keeping their distance. You tower over her, your shadow swallowing her tiny frame.
“Jieun,” you say, voice deep and teasing. “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you?”
She looks up, her big eyes wet with tears. “Your Majesty, I-I’m so sorry!” she says, her voice that sweet, sexy pitch you love. “I was dusting, and the hairpin fell. I didn’t mean to break it!”
You crouch down, getting a hit of her scent. Fuck, she smells like heaven. “That was my mother's hairpin,” you say, pretending to be mad. “You know what happens to clumsy girls, don’t you?”
Jieun’s lip trembles. “P-Prison? Or… worse?” Oh gods, I’m dead, she thinks. But why’s he looking at me like that? Like he wants to eat me? Her pussy twitches.
You smirk, leaning closer. “Death’s too boring,” you say, your voice dripping with mischief. “I’ve got a better idea. You’re gonna make this up to me… personally.”
Her eyes widen. “P-Personally? Your Majesty, I’m just a servant! I can’t—”
You grin, your cock already hard under your loose silk pants. “Oh, you can, Jieun,” you say, stepping closer. You’re towering over her short frame, your muscular, shirtless chest gleaming in the dim lantern light. You lean down, your face inches from hers, your breath hot on her cute little lips.
IU's heart pounds so loud she thinks you can hear it. Oh gods, he’s so close! Is he gonna kiss me? His lips look so… big. But I’m just a servant—this is wrong! She’s nervous as hell, her pussy tingling despite herself. Jieun panics in her head.
You don’t wait for her to say shit. You grab her tiny face with one hand, your fingers rough on her soft, pale cheeks, and crash your lips onto hers. She gasps, her hands pushing weakly at your chest, but you’re too fucking strong—your tall, muscular body doesn’t even budge. You force your tongue into her mouth, tasting her—her lips are fresh but there’s a raw, dirty edge to her, probably from slaving away all day. Her saliva mixes with yours, wet and messy, and you groan into her mouth. Fuck, she tastes like heaven and sin.
Jieun squirms, her tiny body trying to pull back, but your grip’s like iron. “Mmph—Your Majesty!” she mumbles against your lips, her voice muffled. Her hands push harder, but it’s like a kitten fighting a tiger. Slowly, her resistance fades—she can’t help it. Your tongue’s too good, swirling with hers, and the kiss turns into a dirty, passionate French kiss. Saliva drips down her chin, and she’s panting, her body betraying her as her pussy gets wetter. Oh no, this is so wrong… I can’t stop myself, Jieun thinks, her mind spinning.
You pull back for a second, a string of spit connecting your lips to hers. “Fuck, Jieun, your mouth’s so damn tasty,” you growl, licking your lips. “All sweaty and dirty—just how I like it.” You smirk, your voice dripping with lust. “Bet your pussy’s even better.”
Her eyes go wide, her face redder than the maroon on her hanbok. “Y-Your Majesty, please!” she squeaks, her voice that sweet, sexy pitch you love. “This isn’t right—I’m just a—”
“Shut up,” you snap, grabbing the collar of her yellow hanbok. “You broke my mother’s shit, Jieun. Now you’re mine to break.” With one rough tug, you rip the fabric open, the black polka dots tearing apart to reveal her pale, skinny little body. Her small tits are bare underneath—no fancy undergarments for a servant girl. She gasps, her hands flying to cover herself, but you grab her wrists and pin them above her head, your big hand easily holding both of hers.
“Nooo! Please, Your Majesty!” Jieun cries, her voice trembling as she tries to twist away. Her long green skirt still clings to her hips, but her top’s in shreds, hanging off her shoulders. She’s scared, her heart racing, but deep down, her body’s betraying her again—her nipples are hard, and her pussy’s throbbing. He’s so rough—I’m terrified! IU's thoughts are a chaotic mess.
You laugh, low and dirty, your free hand yanking at her skirt. “Look at you, squirming like a little slut,” you say, your voice thick with lust. “You’re scared, huh? But I bet your cunt’s dripping for me already.” You tear the green skirt off, the fabric ripping loudly, leaving her completely naked on the mat. Her pale skin glows in the lantern light, her tiny body trembling under your gaze. You can smell her even more now—sweaty, musky, fucking delicious. Your cock’s rock-hard, straining against your pants.
Jieun’s shaking, tears in her eyes, but her pussy’s glistening, and you can see it. “Please… I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice breaking. But her body’s telling a different story, and you’re too horny to care about her pleas.
You smirk, eyeing a low wooden bed nearby, covered with a silk blanket. “Time to play, my little slave,” you growl, stepping closer. You bend down and grab her tiny ass with both hands, your big fingers digging into her soft, sweaty cheeks. “Fuck, your ass is so small,” you laugh, squeezing hard. “Barely a handful!”
Jieun gasps, her body jolting. “Y-Your Majesty, please don't touch me like that!” she whimpers, her voice shaky. She tries to squirm away, but your grip’s too strong.
You don’t care about her protests. You slide your hands up her skinny frame, groping her small tits—barely a handful, just like her ass. “Look at these tiny fucking tits,” you say, chuckling as you squeeze them hard, your thumbs brushing her hard nipples. “Like little peaches, but I bet they taste better.” Her pale skin flushes under your rough touch, her sweat making her body slick.
Jieun bites her lip, tears welling in her eyes. “Stop… please sir!,” she whispers, her voice breaking. She feels violated, her mind screaming to escape, but your strength pins her in place. He’s too big—I can’t fight him.
You laugh, loving how helpless she looks. “You’re my little slave snack, Jieun,” you say, your voice low and dirty. “I’m gonna eat you up.” You scoop her up like she weighs nothing—your strong arms lifting her 5’2” frame easily—and toss her onto the nearby bed. She lands on the silk blanket with a soft thud, her sweaty body bouncing slightly, her dark hair spilling around her.
“No—!” Jieun cries, trying to crawl away, but you’re on her in a second, pinning her down with your weight. You grab her face again, your fingers digging into her cheeks, and slam your lips onto hers. It’s rough, messy, your tongue forcing its way into her mouth. “Mmph!” she moans, her hands weakly pushing at your chest. You again taste her lips, her saliva, eating her mouth like she’s a fucking meal—wet, sloppy, and desperate.
“I’m gonna taste every fucking inch of you,” you growl against her lips, biting her bottom lip hard enough to make her yelp.
You ignore her, too lost in her taste. You move down, kissing and licking her belly, your tongue tracing her skin. “So fucking tasty,” you mutter, your hands gripping her skinny thighs to keep her still. You move back up to her neck, sucking hard, leaving red marks, then kiss her hands, tasting the salt on her fingers. Finally, you go back to her lips, kissing her again, your tongue deep in her mouth, eating her up like she’s your last meal.
Jieun’s moaning softly, her body reacting even though her mind’s begging for it to stop. “Ngh… ahh,” she gasps, her cheeks wet with tears. I can’t stop moaning—it feels good, but I hate it! I just want this to end, she thinks, her tiny body trembling under you. Jieun’s thoughts are overwhelmed with discomfort.
You pull back, grinning down at her, your lips shiny with her sweat and spit. “You’re my little slave feast, Jieun,” you say, your voice thick with lust. “And I’m just getting started.”
Her moans are mixed with soft sobs, and you’re fucking loving it—her discomfort just makes you hornier. You grab her skinny arms, pinning them above her head with one hand, exposing her clean, nearly hairless armpits. There’s just a faint hint of stubble, barely noticeable, and the skin’s glistening with sweat, her “armpit waters” dripping down her side. The musky, salty scent hits you hard, and your cock throbs in your pants. Fuck, that’s my jam.
“Look at these pretty little armpits,” you growl, your voice low and dirty. “All sweaty and ripe for me.” You dive in, pressing your face and tongue into her right armpit, your tongue lapping up her sweat like it’s fucking nectar. It’s slick and warm, her “armpit juices” coating your tongue—salty, tangy, with that raw, unwashed edge that drives you wild. You groan loudly, slurping and eating it up, your lips smacking as you eat her armpit like a starving man. “Fuck, Jieun, your pit sweat tastes so damn good,” you mutter, your tongue digging into every crevice, licking up every drop of her armpit waters.
IU is squirming hard now, her tiny body thrashing under you. “Please, stop—it’s dirty! I haven't clean it!” This is so disgusting! I hate this—his tongue, ugh, it’s so gross! she thinks, her mind reeling with revulsion. Her body’s still slick with sweat, but she’s not turned on anymore—just scared and ashamed of herself that she doesn't bath regularly although the king is licking off her armpirs.
You laugh against her armpit, the sound muffled as you keep licking, your tongue swirling over her clean skin, savoring the faint prick of her tiny stubble. “Dirty? That’s why I love it, my little slave,” you say, pulling back just to dive into her other armpit. You lick harder, slurping up her sweat, your lips sucking on her skin like it’s a fucking delicacy. “Your armpit waters are my dessert,” you groan, your free hand sliding down her trembling body to her virgin pussy.
You don’t waste time—you shove two fingers into her tight, untouched cunt, rough and deep, stretching her open. Her pussy’s a little wet from before, but now it’s just her body’s natural reaction—she’s not into this at all. “Ahhh! Your Majesty, it hurts!” Jieun screams, her voice raw as she sobs, her legs kicking weakly. Her pussy clenches around your fingers, so tight it’s almost painful for her, and you can feel her walls stretching, her virginity starting to give way under your rough touch.
“Fuck, your cunt’s so tight,” you growl, fingering her harder, your fingers pumping in and out with no mercy. Her pussy lips part slightly, her virgin hole opening up bit by bit as you force your way deeper. “Gonna loosen you up real good, Jieun.” You keep licking her armpit, your tongue lapping up the last of her sweat, your lips smacking loudly as you eat her armpit while your fingers fuck her pussy raw.
Jieun’s crying harder now, her sobs shaking her tiny frame. “Your Majesty, please… stop!” she begs, her voice hoarse. She’s fighting as much as she can, her arms pulling against your grip, her legs trying to close, but she’s too weak. Her pussy’s burning from your rough fingers, and her armpits feel raw from your licking—she’s never felt so violated.
You pull your face from her armpit, your lips shiny with her sweat, and grin down at her. “Cry all you want bitch,” you say, your fingers still pumping into her tight pussy. “I’m just getting started with you.”
You pull your fingers out of her tight cunt, her juices coating them, and smirk down at her. “Time to eat that sweet little pussy, my dirty slave,” you growl, grabbing her skinny thighs and spreading them wide. Her pussy’s pink and puffy.. Its raw and fucking perfect.
You dive in like a starving beast, your mouth latching onto her cunt with no warning. “Fuck, your pussy’s dripping for me,” you mutter against her folds, your tongue lapping up her juices like it’s a goddamn feast. You’re rough as hell, sucking hard on her clit, your lips smacking loudly as you eat her out. Her pussy juices are tangy and slick, coating your tongue, and you groan, slurping them up, your face buried deep between her thighs. “So fucking tasty, you little slut,” you say, biting her pussy lips lightly, making her scream.
Jieun’s crying harder, her hands clawing at the silk blanket. “Your Majesty, nooo! Ujmmmmhmmm ahh!” she sobs, her voice raw and desperate. She tries to close her legs, but it ain't possible, your whole head and face is between them and keeps them spread... Your fingers digging into her thighs hard enough to leave bruises.
Due to IU has never felt such satisfaction that her most sensitive part, vagina being eaten, Her pussy clenches, her stomach tightens, and suddenly—oh no!—she loses it. She pisses over.
Without warning, Jieun squirts hard, her juices gushing out, mixed with a hot stream of piss, right onto your face. “Ahhh!” she screams, her body convulsing as she soaks you, the liquid splashing over your mouth and chin. She’s horrified, her eyes wide with panic. I—I peed on the King! I’m dead! she thinks, her sobs turning into panicked gasps. Jieun’s thoughts are pure terror.
You pull back for a second, her squirt and piss dripping down your face, but you fucking love it. Your kink’s in overdrive, and the tangy, salty mix of her fluids is like a drug. You open your mouth, drinking it all down, gulping her squirt and piss like it’s fine wine. “Fuck yes, you dirty little bitch,” you groan, licking your lips. “You taste so fucking good—piss and all.” You laugh, wiping your chin with the back of your hand, your eyes glinting with something darker.
Jieun’s shaking, tears streaming down her face. “I-I’m sorry, Your Majesty! I didn’t mean to!” she cries, her voice trembling. He’s going to kill me…
You stand up, towering over her, your face wet with her fluids. You take this as an advantage to do more stuff now. “Didn’t mean to?” you snarl, your voice low and dangerous. “You pissed on your King, you filthy slave. You think that’s okay?” You grab her by the hair, yanking her up to her knees on the bed. “Time to teach you a fucking lesson.”
“No, please—!” Jieun begs, but you don’t listen. You shove her down onto her stomach, her tiny ass sticking up, and bring your hand down hard on her pale cheeks. SMACK! The sound echoes in the room, and she screams, her body jolting. “Ahh! Your Majesty, I’m sorry!” she sobs, her ass turning red from the first hit.
“You’re gonna learn, you little cunt,” you growl, spanking her again—SMACK!—harder this time, your big hand leaving a bright red mark on her skinny ass. “Pissing on me like a fucking animal? You’re gonna pay.” You hit her again and again, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, her ass cheeks jiggling with each brutal slap, turning bright red and raw. You don’t stop there—you slap her back, her thighs, even her small tits when you flip her over, your hand raining down on her sweaty, trembling body.
Her body’s covered in red marks, her ass and thighs burning from your spanking.
Your cock’s rock-hard, straining against your silk pants, and you’re ready to take this punishment to the next level. Now, you grab her by the hair and yank her up to her knees again.
Jieun’s trembling, her sobs choking her as she looks up at you with terrified eyes.
You pull them down, letting your long, thick, strong-as-fuck dick spring free—big, veiny, and throbbing with need. It’s massive compared to her tiny frame, and her eyes widen in horror. “Open your fucking mouth, Jieun,” you command, your voice low and dangerous. “You’re gonna take my cock down your throat like the dirty slut you are.”
Jieun shakes her head weakly, her hands clutching the silk blanket. “No… please, I can’t— Its too big..” she starts, but you don’t give her a choice. You tighten your grip on her hair, pulling hard enough to make her yelp, and force her mouth open with your other hand, shoving your thumb into her jaw to pry it wide. “I said open,” you growl, and before she can protest, you shove your massive dick into her mouth, pushing it deep in one rough thrust.
“Grrkk!” Jieun gags hard, her throat convulsing as your cock fills her mouth completely, the head hitting the back of her throat. Her tiny hands push at your thighs, trying to pull away, but you’re too strong. You pull her hair tighter, using it like a leash, and start facefucking her with brutal force, thrusting your hips hard. Your dick goes deeper with each thrust, forcing its way down her throat, stretching her to her limit. “Fuck, your throat’s so tight,” you groan, your voice thick with lust. “Take it, you little bitch.”
Jieun’s struggling to breathe, her gags loud and wet—glurk, glurk, glurk!—as saliva and pre-cum drip down her chin, soaking her chest. Her eyes turn red, tears streaming down her face as she chokes on your cock, her throat burning with every thrust. She can’t get enough air, her chest heaving desperately, but you don’t stop. “Your Majesty… mmph… please!” she tries to mumble around your dick, but it’s just garbled noise. I can’t breathe—he’s killing me! My throat… it hurts so much! she thinks, her mind spinning with panic.
You don’t care—you’re lost in the pleasure, your cock slamming into her throat over and over, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room. Her gagging just makes it better, the vibrations sending shocks through your dick. But her throat’s taking real damage now. the repeated, forceful thrusting is causing trauma to her pharynx and larynx which are the delicate tissues in her throat.. Her gag reflex, triggered repeatedly, is overworking her throat muscles, leading to strain.
“Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this throat,” you growl, thrusting even deeper, your balls slapping against her chin. You can feel her throat spasming around your cock, her gags getting weaker as she starts to lose the fight. Her face is a mess—red eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, spit and pre-cum dripping everywhere. You pull her hair harder, forcing her to take every inch, your dick buried so deep she can’t even scream anymore—just choked, desperate gasps.
You take it even further, wanting to push her small mouth to its breaking point. You pull out just long enough to smear your cock across her face, slapping her cheeks with it—slap, slap!—leaving wet streaks of spit and pre-cum on her skin. “Look at you, all messy and fucked up,” you laugh, then force your dick back into her mouth, this time tilting her head back so you can thrust straight down her throat. You hold her there, your cock buried to the hilt, cutting off her air completely. “Choke on it, bitch,” you growl, watching her eyes roll back as she gags and sputters, her face turning red from lack of oxygen.
IU's body jerks, her hands slapping weakly at your legs, her muffled screams vibrating around your dick. Her throat’s taking more damage now—the constant thrusting and lack of air are causing swelling in her pharynx, and the microtears in her throat lining are worsening, leading to more inflammation. Her vocal cords are strained to the point of potential temporary damage, which could leave her voice raspy or even silent for days. Her jaw’s aching, the muscles overworked from being forced open so wide for so long.
You finally pull out after what feels like forever, letting her collapse onto the bed, gasping and coughing, her chest heaving as she tries to breathe. Her small mouth is a wreck—lips swollen and throat raw and damaged, spit and pre-cum dripping everywhere.
As Jieun lies on the bed, her tiny body being completely broken through the tiredness of deepthroat, you stand over her, your muscular, shirtless body towering, your massive cock still hard and dripping with her spit. You’re not done with her—not by a long shot.
“Time to fuck that virgin pussy, my little slave,” you growl, grabbing her skinny legs and spreading them wide. Her pussy’s pink and puffy from your earlier eating, glistening with her juices, but she’s too broken to feel anything but fear now. You position yourself between her thighs, your cock hovering over her untouched cunt, and smirk. “This is gonna hurt, IU. But you deserve it.”
You don’t give a fuck about her pleas. You line your thick, veiny cock up with her tight pussy and thrust in hard, forcing your way into her virgin hole in one brutal motion. Her pussy’s so tight it resists you, but you push through, tearing her hymen with a sickening pop. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!” you groan, your cock stretching her walls as you bury yourself deep inside her, your balls slapping against her ass.
“AAAAAA!” Jieun screams, her voice piercing the room, the loudest she’s ever screamed. Her tiny body arches off the bed, her hands clawing at the silk blanket as pain rips through her. Her pussy burns like it’s on fire, the stretch unbearable as your massive dick forces her open. “AAAAAA! OHHWWW MAJESTY AHAHHS!” she shrieks, her voice raw and desperate, tears pouring down her face.
You don’t stop—you start fucking her hard, your hips slamming into her with no mercy, each thrust rougher than the last. “Take it, you little slut,” you growl, grabbing her skinny hips to hold her in place as you pound her pussy. Her tight walls grip your cock like a vice, “Fuck, your virgin cunt feels so good,” you say, your voice thick with lust. You thrust deeper, your cock hitting her cervix, making her scream even louder.
“AAAAAA! YOUR MAJESTY, PLEASE!!” Jieun wails, her screams echoing in the room, her small body shaking with every brutal thrust. Her pussy’s being stretched beyond its limit, the pain searing through her, and she can’t do anything but scream and cry. Her hands grip the blanket so hard her knuckles turn white, her face contorted in agony.
You keep fucking her relentlessly, your cock slamming into her over and over, her screams just fueling your lust. Its her punishment which is way better for her than what your mother ordered you to.
As you continue, IU sobs into the blanket, her tiny ass trembling as you force her into a doggy-style position, her knees barely holding her up. “No… please… it hurts…” she whimpers, her voice breaking, but you ignore her. You slap her ass again—SMACK!—harder this time, leaving a fresh red handprint, then grab her hips and slam your cock back into her pussy from behind, thrusting even deeper than before. “AAAAAA!” she screams, her voice piercing, her body jolting forward with the force of your thrust.
“Fuck, your cunt’s still so tight,” you groan, pounding her relentlessly, your hips slapping against her sore ass with every brutal thrust. “You’re my little virgin whore, Jieun—gonna fuck you ‘til you break.” You spank her again—SMACK! SMACK!—each hit making her scream louder, her ass turning bright red and raw. You pull her hair again, yanking her head back so hard her neck strains, and lean down to growl in her ear. “Scream all you want my servant. No one’s gonna save you.”
You keep fucking her, not noticing—or caring—that she’s on the edge. “Take it, you fucking slut,” you growl, thrusting harder, your cock slamming into her limp body.
“You’re my little cumdump, Jieun,” you snarl, your voice thick with lust. “Gonna fill this filthy cunt with my seed—make you mine forever.” You grab her skinny hips, pulling her onto your cock as you fuck her harder, your balls tightening as you feel your climax building.
“Fuck… here it comes, you worthless whore,” you groan, thrusting as deep as you can, your cock buried to the hilt inside her ruined pussy. You cum hard, your orgasm hitting you like a wave, and you unleash a massive load deep inside her. Thick ropes of cum shoot into her womb, one after another, your cock pulsing as you empty yourself into her. It’s a huge amount, more than her tiny body can handle—your cum fills her pussy, some of it leaking out around your cock, mixing with her blood and juices, dripping onto the silk blanket.
Finally, with one last scream of—Ahhhhh!—as IU receives the cum, her body goes slack, her eyes closing as she passes out, her tiny frame unable to handle any more. Her head lolls to the side, her breathing shallow, her body a broken mess beneath you.
the hanni & minji x m reader is crazy good, most writers when they include armpits were not as thorough as you
also, top 5 armpits in kpop?
Minji - i wish i could worship her armpits like a god. Mmm damm man, I would give up a lot of things for just licking, sucking and tasting her sweaty armpits.. Would lick up and swallow her whole armpit sweat juices with my mouthful tongue..🤤🤤.. She is soo delicious 🥹🥹😭😭..
2. Minju- miss her a lot. Used to crave for her armpits due to her visuals and sexy body a lot during her Iz*one days. Finally saw her armpits on her kdrama. They look very delicious ❤️.. Wish we could smash & fuck her in that swimming pool (damn I'm getting a lot of kinks and fantasies in mind)
3. Leeseo - very fresh and young armpits 😍. Must be hella good to lick and eat. I can see a little bit of hair on those armpits👀, gonna pull with my teeth and bite her armpits to tease her while im eating her armpit juices like a starving man😋😋
4. Wonyoung- most sexiest girl in the universe. I wish she just pulls my face and forces my mouth deep inside her armpits 🥹🥹.. I would eat those for hours.
!Minji as your cousin and Hanni as Minji's lesbian partner.
Kinks: Incest (Cousin!Minji x you), shy!Y/N, Threesome, Lots of kissing, armpit licking, facesitting, romantic, squirt & pissing, lesbian.
Minji and Hanni are openly a lesbian couple. They live together (not so always, here Hanni stays in Minji's room for most of the times as shes her best friend. They sleep together), they have fun, and their intimacy is deep.
Y/N, his uncle married a Korean woman, which makes Minji his cousin on that side of the family. It's a beautiful day, and Y/N + his family is traveling with his family to South Korea to visit Minji’s parents. The last time Y/N and Minji met was during their childhood, when they were around 9 or 10 years old. Now, both of them are 18.
P1
The humid Seoul air clung to Y/N’s skin as he stepped off the plane, his heart thumping with a mix of jet lag and nervous excitement.
It had been nearly a decade since he last saw his cousin Minji, back when they were scrawny kids chasing each other around their uncle’s backyard. Now, at 18, Y/N was a lanky, awkward dude with a mop of dark hair and a tendency to blush at the slightest provocation. Minji, though? She was a fucking K-pop goddess—a member of NewJeans, plastered on billboards and TikTok feeds worldwide. The thought of seeing her again, all grown up and probably drop-dead gorgeous, made Y/N’s stomach do flips.
His parents, chatting animatedly about kimchi recipes and old family stories, led the way to Minji’s family home in a sleek Seoul suburb. Y/N trailed behind, fidgeting with his backpack straps, his mind racing. What if she’s, like, too cool for me now? he thought. She’s probably got a million better things to do than hang with her nerdy cousin.
The cab pulled up to a modern house with floor-to-ceiling windows, and before Y/N could brace himself, the front door swung open. There she was—Minji, all 5’6” of her, looking like she’d just stepped out of a music video. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her tight crop top and high-waisted shorts showed off a slim, sexy figure that made Y/N’s brain short-circuit. Her face, though, still had that innocent and playful spark.
“Annyeonghaseyo!” Minji chirped, her voice bright and melodic. “Auntie, Uncle, welcome to Korea!” She straightened up, flashing a megawatt smile that could’ve melted a glacier.
Y/N’s mom gasped, clutching her husband’s arm. “Oh, Minji, look at you! You’re such a young lady now, so beautiful!”
Minji’s parents appeared behind her, beaming with pride. Her mom, a petite woman with Minji’s same sharp cheekbones, hugged Y/N’s parents tightly. “Y/N, my goodness, how big you’ve grown!” she exclaimed, eyeing him up and down. “Such a handsome young man!”
Y/N felt his cheeks burn. Handsome? Me? He was skinny as a rail, with zero game and a face that was, at best, “fine.” He mumbled a shy “Thanks, Aunt Soo-jin,” avoiding Minji’s gaze.
Minji’s dad clapped Y/N’s dad on the shoulder. “Can you believe it? Our kids are all grown up! Minji’s out there conquering the world, and Y/N’s… what, heading to college soon?”
“Oh, he’s still figuring it out,” Y/N’s dad said with a chuckle. “But Minji—wow, a K-pop star! We saw your latest music video. That dance move with the…” He mimicked a clumsy hip sway, making everyone laugh.
Minji giggled, covering her mouth. “Uncle, you’re gonna need some practice!” Then, for the first time, her eyes flicked to Y/N, who was standing there like a deer in headlights. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Hi, Y/N,” she said softly, her voice dripping with playful familiarity.
Y/N’s heart did a somersault. “H-hi,” he stammered, giving a dorky wave, his hand flapping like a fish out of water. Fuck, why am I so awkward? he cursed internally.
The parents wandered into the living room, already deep in conversation about old times and Korean barbecue plans. Minji gestured for Y/N to follow her. “C’mon, I’ll show you my room,” she said, her tone casual but with a hint of something… flirty? Nah, she’s just being nice, Y/N told himself, trying to ignore how her hips swayed as she led the way upstairs.
In Minji’s room, Y/N’s jaw nearly hit the floor. It was a K-pop stan’s dream—posters of NewJeans, LED lights casting a pink glow. There was a girl sprawled on the bed, scrolling through her phone. She was tiny—5’2” at most—with a heart-shaped face, pouty lips, and a body that, despite her petite frame, curved in all the right places. Her tank top rode up slightly, showing a sliver of toned midriff. "Holy shit", Y/N thought, his teenage brain going into overdrive, " Thats Hanni, isn't it?".
The girl looked up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Hey, who's this?” Hanni asked Minji, hopping off the bed with a grin. “Oh Hanni, Thats just my cousin brother. Y/N meet my… bestie.. Hanni, you already know her ofcourse, my group mate.”..
Minji plopped onto the bed beside Hanni, patting the space next to her. “Y/N, don’t just stand there like a weirdo. Sit!” she teased, her voice light but commanding.
Y/N hesitated, his palms sweaty. Bestie, huh? he thought, noticing how close Hanni was sitting to Minji, their thighs almost touching. Guess she’s just super tight with her group members. Normal K-pop stuff, right? He perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed, trying not to stare at either of them.
“So, Y/N,” Hanni said, leaning forward, her voice playful. “What’s it like seeing your superstar cousin after all these years?”
Minji swatted Hanni’s arm, laughing. “Stop asking him stuff and talking to him Hanni!, you’ll make him blush!” She turned to Y/N, her eyes glinting. “But seriously, Y/N, you’re not a kid anymore. You’re kinda… cute, in a nerdy way.”
Y/N’s face went nuclear. “Uh, th-thanks?” he squeaked, his voice cracking. Cute? Me? From MINJI? His brain was a mess, and his body wasn’t faring much better, hyper-aware of the two insanely attractive girls inches away.
Hanni giggled, nudging Minji. “Look at him, he’s dying! Minji, you’re too much for the poor guy.”
Minji smirked, leaning closer to Y/N, her perfume—a mix of vanilla and something dangerously sweet—hitting him like a truck. “Am I too much for you, Y/N?” she purred, her tone teasing but with an edge that made his pulse race.
Y/N swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “I-I’m fine,” he lied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N’s head was still spinning from Minji’s teasing and Hanni’s playful energy when his mom’s voice echoed up the stairs. “Y/N! Come down, we’re going to the market with Minji’s parents!”
“Uh, coming!” Y/N called back, scrambling to his feet. He shot Minji and Hanni an awkward smile, his face still flushed. “I’ll, uh, see you guys later?”
Minji grinned, leaning back on her hands, her crop top riding up just enough to show a sliver of her toned stomach. “Sure thing, Y/N. Don’t get lost in Seoul!”
Hanni winked, her voice dripping with mischief. “Yeah, come back soon, nerd boy.”
Y/N practically tripped over his own feet as he bolted out of the room, his heart pounding. Nerd boy? Fuck, they’re gonna eat me alive, he thought, hurrying downstairs to join his parents.
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As the door clicked shut, the vibe in Minji’s room shifted instantly. Minji and Hanni exchanged a knowing look as they got some privacy. Hanni slid closer, her petite frame pressing against Minji’s side, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Minji’s thigh. “Finally, some privacy Unnie, lets kiss.~” Hanni murmured, her voice low and sultry.
Minji smirked, turning to face Hanni, their lips inches apart. “You’re so impatient,” she teased, before closing the gap. Their mouths crashed together in a deep, passionate French kiss, tongues tangling with practiced ease. The room filled with soft moans as they devoured each other, hands roaming freely. Minji tugged Hanni’s tank top over her head, revealing perky breasts and a slim waist, while Hanni yanked Minji’s shorts down, exposing her smooth, flawless skin.
They collapsed onto the bed, naked in seconds as they open each others clothes, their bodies a tangle of limbs and heat. Minji’s lips trailed down Hanni’s neck, then lower, sucking on her nipples until Hanni gasped, her fingers digging into Minji’s hair. “Fuck, Minji,” Hanni whimpered, her hips bucking as Minji’s tongue found her pussy, licking slow, deliberate circles. Hanni’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as Minji ate her out, her own fingers sliding between her thighs to rub herself.
“God, you taste so good Hanni” Minji purred, her voice muffled against Hanni’s slick folds. Hanni arched her back, squirting with a cry as Minji pushed her over the edge, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. They switched, Hanni diving between Minji’s legs, her tongue working magic as Minji moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.
Panting, they collapsed side by side, still kissing lazily, their lips swollen and wet. Hanni giggled, wiping her mouth. “Your cousin looks so nerdy and shy, lol,” she randomly says, her voice playful but with a wicked edge.
Minji laughed, propping herself up on one elbow, her naked body glistening. “I know, right? When we were kids, we’d play hide-and-seek and shit. Now? I don’t think we’d even be friendly. He’s, like, terrified of me.”
Hanni pouted, her fingers tracing Minji’s collarbone. “Why not? He’s kinda cute, in that awkward way. Like a lost puppy.”
Minji snorted, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Cute, sure, but he’s so out of his depth. Did you see him blushing? I bet he’s never even kissed a girl, let alone fucked one. Not like us with… you know.”
Hanni’s face smiled for a split second, both of them remembering their agency’s CEO—a sleazy, 50-something bastard who’d taken their virginity in exchange for promises of stardom. They’d done what they had to, but it left them jaded, craving control over their desires. Hanni shook it off, her grin returning. “Yeah, well, Y/N’s not like that. He’s… innocent. Bet I could make him cum in, like, two minutes.”
Minji’s eyes widened, a competitive spark igniting. “Oh, you think? I’d have him blowing his load before you even get his pants off. I’d just flash him, and he’d be done.”
Hanni laughed, shoving Minji playfully. “No way, bitch. I’d suck his dick so good he’d see stars. Bet he’s got a decent cock under those baggy jeans.”
Minji raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with challenge. “Haha, bet? I’ll ride him till he’s begging, and he’ll be screaming my name, not yours.”
Hanni leaned in, her lips brushing Minji’s ear. “Okay, but why fight? We could both have him. Imagine him, all flustered, not knowing what to do with two hot girls like us. We’d ruin him.”
Minji’s smirk widened, the idea sinking in. “Fuck, that’s hot. He’s so shy, he’d probably die just seeing us naked. But… he’s my cousin. Isn’t that, like, weird?”
Hanni rolled her eyes, straddling Minji’s lap, her hands cupping Minji’s face. “Unnie, Isn't that even better? You're gonna fuck with someone you trust, your family!. Besides, he’s 18, horny as fuck, and probably jerking off to NewJeans fancams already. Why not give him the real thing?”
Minji bit her lip, her mind racing. “True. He’s probably fantasizing about me right now, the little perv. And with you there? We’d blow his fucking mind.”
Hanni grinned, grinding against Minji, their bodies heating up again. “Exactly. We’ll seduce him, tease him till he’s begging. He won’t know what hit him. Bet he’ll cum so hard he’ll thank us.”
Minji laughed, pulling Hanni into another messy kiss. “Deal. Tomorrow, we’ll play nice, get him alone, and then… we’ll fuck him senseless. Poor boy won’t stand a chance.”
P2
By mid-afternoon, Y/N and his family, along with Minji’s parents, had returned from the bustling Seoul market, arms laden with bags of spicy tteokbokki ingredients and souvenirs. The house buzzed with laughter and the clatter of dishes as both families prepared for a big dinner. Y/N, still reeling from his earlier encounter with Minji and Hanni, kept to himself, his mind replaying Minji’s teasing smirk and Hanni’s flirty wink. They’re just messing with me, he told himself, but the way his heart raced suggested otherwise.
Dinner was a lively affair, the long table packed with steaming plates of bulgogi, kimchi, and japchae. Y/N sat across from Minji, who looked unfairly stunning in a low-cut blouse that hugged her curves, her frame just a tad taller than his when she sat up straight. Her parents and Y/N’s were deep in conversation about old family vacations.
Minji, ever the extrovert, leaned forward, her cleavage on full display as she passed Y/N a bowl of rice. “Here, Y/N, you need to eat more,” she purred, her voice sweet but laced with something dangerous. Her foot grazed his under the table, lingering just long enough to make his breath hitch.
Y/N’s face turned beet red. “Uh, th-thanks,” he mumbled, grabbing the bowl and focusing way too hard on his food. Is she doing this on purpose? he wondered, his skinny frame tensing as he tried to ignore the heat pooling in his jeans. Minji’s eyes sparkled with mischief, catching every flustered glance he tried to hide. She “accidentally” dropped her chopsticks, bending forward to pick them up, giving him a clear view down her blouse.
“Oops,” she said, smirking as she sat back up, her lips glossy from a sip of soju. Y/N nearly choked on his kimchi, coughing to cover his panic. She’s my cousin, she’s my sister literally, he chanted internally, but his teenage hormones weren’t listening.
Dinner wrapped up with the parents laughing over old stories, and Y/N was told he’d sleep in the living room since he was “a grown young man now.” As the adults gossiped in the kitchen, Y/N sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone to distract himself.
As he was scrolling tiktok, in the video, there was Minji, center stage, shaking her ass in tight shorts, her moves fluid and fucking mesmerizing. Y/N’s dick hardened instantly, straining against his jeans. He shifted uncomfortably, glancing around to make sure no one was nearby. Goddamn, she’s hot, he thought, guilt mixing with raw desire. He was so lost in the video he didn’t hear the parents’ conversation winding down.
Eventually, Y/N realized he needed a pillow to sleep. He trudged to the kitchen, where Minji’s mom was washing dishes. “Aunt Soo-jin, do you have an extra pillow?” he asked, scratching his neck awkwardly.
“Oh, just ask Minji, dear,” she said with a smile, nodding toward the stairs. “She’s probably in her room with Hanni.”
Y/N’s stomach flipped. Minji’s room. With Hanni. He climbed the stairs, his heart pounding, trying to psych himself up to knock. But in his nervous haze, he didn’t think—just twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
What the fuck?
The sight hit him like a freight train. Minji and Hanni were stark naked on the bed, THEY ARE LITERALLY IN WORDS HAVING LESBO! a tangle of sweaty, glistening skin. Hanni’s petite 5’2” frame was crouched between Minji’s spread thighs, her tongue buried in Minji’s pussy, licking with sloppy, eager strokes. Minji’s head was thrown back, her full lips parted in a moan, one hand gripping Hanni’s hair, the other pinching her own nipple. The room smelled of sex—musky, sweet, and fucking intoxicating.
Y/N froze, his jaw dropped, his dick throbbing painfully in his jeans. Shock gave way to raw, primal horniness. They’re… holy shit, they’re fucking?. He should’ve turned away, but his feet were glued to the floor, his eyes locked on the scene. It's his first time seeing a girl naked as well.
Minji’s eyes snapped open, catching Y/N in the doorway. “Oh!” she gasped, her face flushing as she scrambled to grab a pillow, pressing it against her chest to cover her perky tits and glistening pussy. Hanni yelped, diving for another pillow to shield her naked body, her cheeks turning pink. For a split second, the room was silent, the three of them frozen in a tableau of embarrassment.
Then Hanni burst out laughing, clutching the pillow tighter. “Oh my God, haha, your cousin boy saw us shit!” she wheezed, her voice a mix of mortification and amusement.
Minji, still red-faced, couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Bitch, he’s just standing there like a deer in headlights!” she said, her eyes flicking to Y/N, who was rooted to the spot, his face burning.
“I-I just came for a pillow,” Y/N stammered, his voice cracking as he gestured weakly, his erection impossible to hide. Fuck, why is this so hot? he thought, torn between bolting and staying glued to the scene.
Minji’s gaze dropped to the bulge in his jeans, and her embarrassed expression shifted, a sly smirk curling her lips. “Oh~” she purred, her voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “Looks like you’re bringing more than just a pillow request, Y/N.”
Hanni’s eyes widened, catching on. She stifled another laugh, her pillow slipping slightly as she leaned forward. “Minji, you seeing what I’m seeing? awwww your cousin is hard!!”
Y/N’s heart pounded, his face so hot he thought he’d combust. “I-I should go—” he started, but Minji was already moving. Dropping her pillow, she stood, her 5’6” frame just a hair taller than his, her naked body a vision of slim, sexy curves. Before Y/N could process, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him onto the bed with surprising strength, his skinny frame stumbling forward.
“Oops, too late,” Minji said, her voice dripping with mischief as she locked the door with a decisive click. Hanni tossed her pillow aside, high-fiving Minji with a cackle. “Game on, bitch!” Hanni cheered, both girls dissolving into giggles as they turned their attention to Y/N, who was now sprawled on the bed, his eyes wide with panic and undeniable arousal.
P3
“W-wait, guys, stop!” Y/N protested, his voice shaky, but his body betrayed him, his dick throbbing as Minji straddled his legs, her hands deftly unbuttoning his jeans. Hanni tugged at his underwear, and in one swift motion, they yanked both down, his hard cock springing free, embarrassingly erect.
“Oh my God, it’s so hard!” Hanni squealed, her cute face lighting up with delight. “Nerd boy’s packing!”
Y/N’s hands flew to cover his face, mortified but secretly loving every second. “This is insane, you guys—” he mumbled, but his words dissolved into a gasp as Minji leaned down, her lips crashing into his in a deep, hungry kiss. Her mouth was hot, her tongue sliding against his with a mix of saliva and the faint, tangy taste of Hanni’s pussy from their earlier escapade. Y/N’s brain melted. I’m kissing Minji? My cousin? A K-pop star? What the fuck is happening?
It was heaven—wet, messy, and so fucking real. Minji’s hands cupped his face, her naked body pressed against his chest, her perfume and sweat driving him wild. She pulled back, her lips glossy, a string of saliva connecting them. “Not bad for a nerd,” she teased, her voice husky.
Hanni pouted, crawling up the bed. “My turn,” she whined, nudging Minji aside. She kissed Y/N next, her smaller frame curling against him, her tongue just as eager, carrying the musky sweetness of Minji’s juices. Y/N moaned into her mouth, his hands trembling as he instinctively gripped her waist, her skin soft and warm. The kiss was sloppy, tongues tangling, saliva dripping, and Y/N’s head spun with the surreal pleasure of it all.
As Hanni kissed him, Minji slid down, her eyes locked on Y/N’s throbbing cock. “Fuck, look at this,” she murmured, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking lightly. Hanni broke the kiss, glancing down and grinning. “Oh, we’re gonna have fun with this,” she said, and both girls slid lower, their faces hovering over his dick.
Y/N’s breath hitched as Minji’s tongue flicked out, licking the tip, her lips glossy with spit. Hanni joined in, her smaller mouth sucking the side of his shaft, their tongues brushing against each other as they went to work. They were like animals—licking, sucking, slurping, their moans vibrating against his cock. Minji took him deep, her throat tightening around him, while Hanni lapped at his balls, her giggles muffled by her enthusiasm.
“F-fuck,” Y/N groaned, his hands gripping the sheets, his skinny body trembling. He was losing his mind, the pleasure overwhelming, their wet mouths and eager tongues driving him to the edge. “I-I can’t—” he gasped, his voice breaking as Minji and Hanni worked him like they were starving, their lips and hands relentless.
Minji pulled back, a string of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “He’s gonna cum so fast,” she teased, her eyes glinting as she stroked him.
Hanni grinned, licking her lips. “Told you I’d make him lose it,” she said, before diving back in, her mouth sucking hard.
Y/N’s moans grew louder, his body bucking as the girls devoured him, their laughter and dirty talk pushing him over the edge. He was in heaven.
Y/N was sprawled flat on Minji’s bed, his skinny frame trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Minji and Hanni were relentless, their naked bodies pressed close as they worked him over. Minji’s lips were wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip, while Hanni kissed her way up and down his shaft, occasionally leaning up to make out with Minji, their tongues tangling over his throbbing dick. The wet, sloppy sounds of their mouths—sucking, licking, and moaning—filled the room, mingling with the musky scent of sweat and sex. Y/N’s head spun, his brain barely able to process the fact that his K-pop star cousin and her bandmate were devouring him like this.
His cock, harder than it had ever been in his 18 years, pulsed painfully. It was his first time getting sucked, and the sensation was overwhelming. Minji’s warm mouth took him deep, her throat constricting, while Hanni’s petite hands massaged his balls, her tongue flicking against the base. Their eyes met, sparkling with mischief, as they kissed each other over his cock, their lips brushing his sensitive tip in the process. Y/N’s moans grew desperate, his hips bucking involuntarily. “F-fuck, I can’t—” he gasped, his voice breaking.
With a muffled groan, he lost it. His cock twitched violently, and he came hard, a massive load shooting into Minji’s mouth. Minji takes every drop, her eyes fluttering as she swallowed. Pulling back, her lips glistened with cum, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face. “Oh gosh, it’s so delicious,” she purred, licking her lips. She turned to Hanni, her voice teasing. “Want some, babe?”
Hanni’s eyes lit up, and she leaned in, crashing her lips against Minji’s in a nasty, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues swirled, sharing Y/N’s cum, strands of it dripping down their chins. Hanni moaned into the kiss, savoring the taste. Pulling back, she wiped her mouth and laughed. “Damn, it’s way better than that CEO’s old-ass cum, bitch,” she said, her voice dripping with playful disdain. Both girls burst into giggles, their shared history with their sleazy, 50-something agency CEO a dark joke between them.
Y/N, still reeling from his orgasm, lay there panting, his cock still twitching. “G-guys, that was—” he started, but Minji and Hanni ignored him, their laughter cutting him off.
“Oh, oppa, we’re gonna have so much fun with you,” Minji teased as she climbed up the bed. Hanni winked, her petite body bouncing with excitement.
Y/N tried again, his voice weak. “Wait, I—” but they just laughed harder, their giggles drowning him out. They're having a nice time by now.
P4
Minji grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up to a sitting position on the bed.
“Enough talking, cousin,” she said, her tone commanding but playful.
She lifted her arm, exposing her smooth, slightly sweaty armpit, and pressed his face close. “Lick and clean it,” she ordered, her voice a mix of teasing and dominance.
Y/N’s mind reeled. What the fuck? His brain flashed to those NewJeans concert videos he’d secretly watched, zooming in on Minji’s glistening armpits as she danced under stage lights, her sweat-soaked skin glinting.
His mind gets nostagia of the video of Minji's armpit in concert. He’d always found it weirdly hot, a guilty fetish he’d never admitted. And now… I’m actually doing this? His body betrayed him, his cock twitching again despite just cumming. He leaned in, his tongue tentatively flicking against Minji’s armpit, tasting the salty tang of her sweat. It was musky, raw, and insanely intimate. He groaned, losing himself, licking and sucking like a starving man.
Minji laughed, a mix of ticklish delight and pride. “Omg, OPPA, you’re actually licking it!” she squealed, her voice giddy as she held his head closer, her armpit pressed against his mouth. “Such a good boy.”
Hanni, watching with a grin, slid down to Y/N’s lap, her small hands wrapping around his still-hard cock. “Fuck, he’s into it,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. She lowered her mouth, sucking him off with sloppy, eager strokes, her tongue swirling around the tip as she moaned. Her petite frame bobbed as she worked, her lips stretching around him, spit dripping down his shaft.
Y/N’s moans were muffled against Minji’s armpit, his tongue lapping harder as Hanni’s mouth drove him wild. His body shook, caught in a haze of pleasure and disbelief. Minji’s laughter and Hanni’s wet sucking filled his ears, their teasing words blurring together.
Y/N’s tongue worked feverishly, lapping at Minji’s smooth, sweaty armpit, the salty tang driving him wild. His skinny frame trembled, his face buried in her skin as he licked and sucked like it was his life’s mission. Minji, her body arched slightly, moaned softly, her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so into this,” she giggled, her voice a mix of ticklish delight and raw pleasure. “Do the other one, come on.”
She lifted her other arm, exposing her second armpit, just as sweaty and glistening from the humid Seoul night. Y/N didn’t hesitate, diving in, his tongue tracing long, hungry strokes across her skin. Minji squirmed, laughing as the sensation tickled but loving every second. “Oh my God, cousin brother, you’re nasty,” she teased, her eyes glinting with pride and arousal. “Who knew you’d be this freaky?”
Hanni, still on her knees, sucked Y/N’s cock with sloppy enthusiasm, her petite frame bobbing as she took him deep, spit dripping down her chin. She glanced up, her eyes sparkling at the sight of Y/N devouring Minji’s armpit. “Fuck, this is so hot,” she mumbled around his dick, her words muffled but her excitement clear.
Minji finally pulled Y/N’s face away, her armpits glistening from his tongue. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing heavy. She cupped his face, her thumbs brushing his cheeks, and leaned in, kissing him deeply. It was messy, passionate, their tongues swirling, saliva mixing with the faint taste of her sweat and Hanni’s pussy from earlier. Y/N melted into it, his heart pounding, his hands trembling as they gripped her waist. This was no ordinary kiss—it was raw, intimate, and loaded with years of distance.
Minji pulled back, her forehead resting against his, her voice soft and sincere. “I love you, brother Y/N,” she whispered, her eyes shimmering. “I missed you so much over the years.”
Y/N’s breath caught, his heart swelling. “I… I missed you too, Minji,” he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. For a moment, the room felt still, the air charged with a tender, almost a romantic connection between them.
Hanni, still on her knees, paused her sucking, her lips hovering over Y/N’s cock as she watched, her small hands clutching his thighs. “Oh my God, you guys,” she sniffled, her voice shaky with exaggerated emotion. “This is so fucking romantic, I’m gonna cry! You guys are saying 'I love you' to each other!!” She wiped a fake tear, then burst into giggles, ruining the moment.
Hanni grinned, licking her lips. “Fine, fine, but let’s get nasty again. I’m not done with nerd boy.” She crawled up the bed, her petite 5’2” frame dripping with sweat, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Y/N, you ready for the real fun?”
Y/N, still dazed from Minji’s kiss, barely had time to process before Hanni shoved him flat on his back. “W-what—” he started, but Minji was already moving, her smirk returning.
“Time for a treat, cousin,” Minji purred, climbing over him. She positioned herself above his face, her pussy—already soaked from Hanni’s earlier tongue work—hovering inches from his mouth. Her thighs, slick with sweat, framed his vision, and the musky scent of her arousal hit him like a drug. “You’re gonna eat me out,” she said, her voice commanding but playful.
Hanni clapped her hands, straddling Y/N’s waist, her small hands stroking his cock to keep him hard. “Oh, fuck yes, facesitting time!” she cheered, her voice dripping with excitement. “Make it messy, Minji!”
Minji lowered herself, her pussy pressing against Y/N’s mouth, hot and wet. Y/N groaned, his tongue instinctively darting out, tasting her salty sweetness mixed with sweat and traces of Hanni’s spit. He licked hungrily, his hands gripping her thighs as she ground against his face, her moans loud and unfiltered. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so good at this,” she gasped, her hips rolling, smearing her juices across his lips and chin.
Hanni, watching from her perch on Y/N’s waist, laughed. “Look at him, drowning in your pussy! Nerd boy’s living his best life!” She leaned forward, kissing Minji sloppily, their tongues tangling as Minji rode Y/N’s face. The room filled with wet, obscene sounds—slurping, moaning, and the creak of the bed.
Minji’s body trembled, her pussy gushing as Y/N’s tongue flicked her clit. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna squirt,” she warned, her voice shaky. She didn’t hold back, grinding harder, and with a loud cry, she came, her juices flooding Y/N’s mouth, dripping down his cheeks. He sputtered but kept licking, swallowing what he could, his face a mess of sweat, squirt, and spit.
Minji laughed, lifting herself slightly to let Y/N breathe. “You okay down there, cousin?” she teased, wiping some of her juices off his chin. Y/N, panting, could only nod, his cock throbbing under Hanni’s touch.
P5
But Hanni wasn’t done. “My turn,” she said, shoving Minji aside. Her smaller frame climbed over Y/N’s face, her pussy already dripping from the night’s chaos. “Open wide my besties's oppa~,” she giggled, lowering herself. Her pussy was tighter, her scent sharper, and Y/N’s tongue dove in, licking eagerly. Hanni was messier, her hips bucking wildly, smearing her juices and sweat across his face. “Fuck, yes, eat it!” she moaned, her small hands gripping his hair.
Minji, now at Y/N’s side, leaned down to suck his cock, her lips wrapping around him as Hanni rode his face. The double assault was too much—Y/N’s moans were muffled against Hanni’s pussy, his body shaking. Hanni’s movements grew erratic, and with a high-pitched squeal, she squirted, her juices mixing with a sudden, unexpected gush of piss, soaking Y/N’s face in a hot, messy flood. He coughed, shocked but too turned on to care, his tongue still working as Hanni laughed. “Oops, got a little carried away!” she said, not remotely sorry.
Minji pulled off Y/N’s cock, grinning. “Bitch, you pissed on him? That’s so fucking nasty, I love it!” She kissed Hanni, tasting Y/N’s cum and Hanni’s squirt on her lips. “You’re such a slut.”
Hanni smirked, climbing off Y/N’s face. “Says the girl who made her cousin lick her armpits!” She turned to Y/N, his face drenched and flushed. “You good, nerd boy? Or you tapping out?”
Y/N, gasping for air, his cock rock-hard, could barely speak. “I-I’m… fuck, this is insane,” he rasped, his voice drowned out by their laughter.
Minji straddled his waist, her pussy brushing his cock. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” she teased, her voice dripping with promise. “Ready to fuck your superstar cousin, Y/N?”
Hanni high-fived her, giggling. “Let’s ruin him!” The night was spiraling into pure, filthy chaos, and Y/N was too far gone to care.
the night was far from over. Minji’s eyes glinted with mischief as she pushed Y/N flat on his back again, his cock still rock-hard and twitching. “Time for the main event Oppa,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
Y/N is totally flat, laying in bed. Minji straddled him, her pussy—wet and glistening from earlier—hovering over his dick. She gripped him, guiding her cousin's cock into her pussy, and slowly sank down, his cock sliding into her tight, warm pussy.
Y/N gasped, a sharp mix of pleasure and pain shooting through him. It was his first time, and the sensation was intense—her walls gripped him tightly, almost too much. “F-fuck,” he groaned, his hands clutching the sheets. “It… it hurts a little.”
Minji smirked, her hips starting to move, bouncing slowly at first. “You’ll get used to it, nerd boy,” she teased, her medium tits bouncing with each thrust. “Feels good too, doesn’t it?”
Y/N’s moans grew louder, his body betraying him. Despite the initial pain, the pleasure was unreal—Minji’s pussy was hot, wet, and perfect, her movements driving him wild. His mind screamed, This is a dream, this can’t be real, but his body was in love, his cock throbbing inside her, his heart racing for both Minji and Hanni. I love them both, he thought, lost in the haze. Y/N starts moaning a little bit loud.
Hanni, not waning the people outside the room and not one to be left out, climbed onto Y/N’s face, her petite frame facing Minji as she lowered her pussy onto his mouth. “Eat my pussy, bitch!” she ordered, her voice playful but commanding, her small hands gripping his hair to keep him in place. Y/N’s moans were muffled against her wet folds, his tongue diving in, licking hungrily despite the overwhelming sensations. Hanni’s pussy was messy, dripping with sweat and her earlier squirt, the taste sharp and intoxicating.
“Fuck, he’s screaming down there!” Hanni laughed, grinding harder against his face, her juices smearing across his lips and chin. “Keep moaning, nerd boy, it’s hot!”
Minji’s bounces grew faster, her pussy slamming down on Y/N’s cock, the wet slap-slap of their bodies echoing in the room. “God, his dick feels so good,” she moaned, her hands gripping his chest for balance. “Better than that old CEO’s shriveled cock, huh, Hanni?”
Hanni cackled, her hips rolling as Y/N’s tongue worked her clit. “Fuck yeah, this is way better! Minji, your couson got game!” She leaned forward, kissing Minji sloppily, their tongues tangling as they rode Y/N’s body, their sweat-soaked skin glistening.
Y/N’s mind was a whirlwind. The pain in his cock had melted into pure ecstasy, Minji’s pussy driving him to the edge. Hanni’s pussy on his face was suffocating in the best way, her juices flooding his mouth as he licked and sucked. He didn’t truly like the intensity—it was too much, too fast—but his body loved it, his hips bucking into Minji, his tongue desperate for Hanni. I’m in love with them, he thought, his heart pounding. This is fucking heaven.
P6
Hanni’s moans grew louder, her small body trembling. “Oh, shit, I’m gonna squirt again!” she warned, and with a high-pitched squeal, she did, her juices gushing over Y/N’s face, mixed with a hot, messy stream of piss that he couldn’t escape.
He sputtered, swallowing what he could, his face a drenched mess. Minji laughed, her own orgasm building. “Fuck, Hanni, you’re soaking him!” she gasped, her hips slamming harder. “I’m gonna cum too!”
Y/N’s moans were lost in Hanni’s pussy, as his mouth was fully covered by Hanni's ass and pussy. his cock pulsing as Minji’s pussy clenched around him. He was close, his body betraying him again, loving every second of this filthy, romantic, chaotic night.
Y/N’s body was a trembling mess, pinned to the bed under the relentless onslaught of Minji and Hanni. His skinny frame shook as Minji, her 5’6” body radiating an almost evil confidence, rode his cock with brutal intensity. Her pussy slammed down on him, the slap-slap of their sweaty bodies echoing louder, each thrust rougher than the last. Minji’s medium-sized tits bounced wildly, her face twisted in wicked pleasure, her eyes glinting with a sadistic edge. She was in control, and she loved it.
Y/N’s cock, raw from the pounding, ached with a mix of pain and ecstasy. His moans turned to screams, his voice cracking. “Ahhh, Minji, ahhhh!!” he cried, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the sticky remnants of Hanni’s piss and squirt still coating his skin. The tears were half agony, half overwhelming pleasure, his body betraying him as it craved more despite the intensity.
Minji’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk, her voice dripping with pride. “Yes OPPA, scream more!” she taunted, her hips slamming harder, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. “Scream my fucking name, Y/N!” She leaned forward, her nails digging into his chest, leaving red marks as she rode him mercilessly, her moans mixing with his cries.
Hanni, still grinding her soaked pussy on Y/N’s face, giggled through her own moans, her petite frame bouncing as she smeared her juices across his lips. “Fuck, Minji, you’re breaking him!” she laughed, her tongue flicking out to tease Y/N’s nose. “Look at him crying, soaked in my piss—such a pathetic little bitch!”
Y/N’s screams grew louder, his body shaking uncontrollably as Minji pushed him past his limits. His cock pulsed inside her, the pleasure overwhelming the pain. Minji’s moans hit a fever pitch, her pussy tightening as she neared her climax. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum!” she gasped, her hips slamming one final time. With a shared scream, they came together—Y/N’s cock erupting inside her, his thick load filling her pussy as Minji’s juices gushed around him, dripping down his thighs. Her body trembled, weak from the intensity, her breaths ragged.
Minji collapsed forward, her sweaty body pressed against Y/N’s chest, her pussy still twitching around his softening cock. “Fuck… that was good,” she panted, her voice hoarse but satisfied. She kissed him softly, a stark contrast to her earlier cruelty, her lips lingering with a hint of tenderness. “You did good, brother.”
Hanni, ever the instigator, slid off Y/N’s face, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Time to clean up,” she chirped, crawling down to Minji’s pussy. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the mix of Y/N’s cum and Minji’s juices, sucking greedily as Minji moaned weakly. “Mmm Minji, your cousin's cum tastes so much better than that CEO’s nasty shit,” Hanni said, her voice muffled as she licked Minji clean. She moved to Y/N’s cock next, her small mouth wrapping around his sensitive tip, sucking gently, cleaning every drop. Y/N groaned, his body too weak to resist, his cock twitching painfully.
P7
Next Hanni wasn’t done. With a devilish grin, she climbed up, positioning her tight, dripping pussy over Y/N’s cock, which was somehow still half-hard despite the abuse. “No way you’re tapping out now, nerd boy,” she teased, grabbing his shaft and guiding it to her entrance. “My turn.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, his voice a desperate plea. “Oh, no, Hanni! I can’t—” he started, but as Hanni sank down, her pussy swallowing his cock in one smooth motion, his words melted into a moan. “Oh my God, I love it,” he gasped, his body betraying him again, the pleasure reigniting despite the exhaustion. Hanni’s pussy was tighter, her petite frame bouncing as she rode him with wild abandon, her moans high-pitched and gleeful.
Minji, still catching her breath, laughed weakly from the side, her body slumped but her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Look at him, Hanni,” she said, her voice raspy. “He’s fucking destroyed, and he still loves it.” She crawled closer, her strength returning, and with a wicked smirk, she positioned herself over Y/N’s chest. “Time for a bath, cousin,” she purred, and without warning, she let loose, a hot stream of piss and squirt gushing from her pussy, soaking Y/N’s face, chest, and hair.
Hanni cackled, her hips still grinding on Y/N’s cock. “Yeah, bath and soak your cousin with piss!” she cheered, her own pussy clenching around him as she watched Minji drench him. “Fuck, this is so nasty, I love it!”
Y/N’s mind was a haze of disbelief and ecstasy. The warm, musky flood of Minji’s piss and squirt coated him, the golden shower from his goddess cousin and her bandmate feeling like a divine gift. This is unreal, he thought, his cock throbbing inside Hanni, his body trembling under the weight of their dominance. He felt godly, chosen by these beautiful, filthy queens, even as his tears and their piss mixed on his face. His moans were muffled, his body weak, but his heart screamed, "I love them, I love this."
Hanni’s bounces grew faster, her small tits jiggling as she chased her own orgasm. “Fuck, nerd boy, you’re gonna make me cum!” she squealed, her pussy tightening around him. Minji, now spent, leaned down, kissing Hanni sloppily, their tongues tangling as they laughed over Y/N’s drenched, moaning form.
“Ruin him, Hanni,” Minji whispered, her voice dripping with pride.
Y/N’s body was beyond exhausted, his skinny frame trembling under the relentless assault of Minji and Hanni. His cock, raw and overstimulated, pulsed inside Hanni’s tight, dripping pussy as she rode him with wild abandon, her petite 5’2” frame bouncing with gleeful energy. Her high-pitched moans filled the room, mixing with the wet slap-slap of her hips against his. Minji, still straddling his chest, her own body slick with sweat and the remnants of her earlier piss and squirt, laughed wickedly, her medium-sized tits heaving as she egged Hanni on. “Fuck him up, Hanni,” she teased, her voice hoarse but proud. “Make him cum again!”
Y/N’s moans were incoherent, his voice reduced to desperate whimpers. “H-Hanni, I can’t—oh God!” he gasped, his hands clutching the sheets, his body too weak to resist. But his cock betrayed him, throbbing harder with every thrust, the pleasure drowning out the pain. Hanni’s pussy clenched around him, her small hands gripping his shoulders as she pushed herself closer to climax. “Fuck, nerd boy, give it to me!” she squealed, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Minji leaned down, kissing Hanni sloppily, their tongues tangling over Y/N’s drenched, trembling form. The sight pushed Y/N over the edge.
With a loud, broken scream—“Hanni! Minji!”—he came hard, his cock erupting inside Hanni, a massive load flooding her pussy. His body convulsed, his vision blurring as the orgasm ripped through him, leaving him utterly spent, his limbs limp on the bed.
Hanni moaned, feeling his cum fill her, and quickly slid off, her pussy dripping with his load. “Oh, fuck, look at that! So many white cum loads!” she giggled, crawling to Minji. Both girls dove for Y/N’s cock, their mouths hungry, licking and sucking the last drops of his cum, their tongues brushing against each other. Minji took a long, greedy lick, savoring the taste. “Mmm, so much better than that CEO’s nasty shit,” she purred, her voice teasing. Hanni nodded, her lips glossy with cum. “Fuck yeah, nerd boy’s got the good stuff!”
They turned to each other, crashing their lips together in a filthy, cum-soaked kiss, their tongues swapping Y/N’s load, moaning into each other’s mouths. Strands of cum and spit dripped down their chins, their laughter muffled but gleeful. Y/N, barely conscious, watched through half-lidded eyes, his body too weak to move, his mind a haze of disbelief and raw love. I’m in love with them, he thought faintly, his heart pounding despite his exhaustion.
Finally, the girls collapsed beside him, their naked, sweat-soaked bodies pressing against his. Minji on his left, Hanni on his right, they hugged him tightly, their arms draped over his chest, their legs tangled with his. Y/N was in the middle of the bed, enveloped in their warmth, their skin soft and musky. Even in their exhaustion, Minji and Hanni’s hands lazily stroked his softening cock, their fingers teasing him gently, keeping him on edge even as he drifted toward unconsciousness.
Warning: rough, deepthroat, pissing & begging to stop.
Note: You are a foreigner rich guy living in South Korea with ur sibling. You are termed as Y/N..
In a rundown neighborhood on the Seoul, the 18-year-old Eunchae lives in a poor house cramped with her poor parents.
Despite her striking beauty with pale skin, delicate features, and expressive doe eyes, sexy body—Eunchae’s life is one of hardship. Her family is drowning in debt, her father’s gambling habits having buried them in a hole they can’t escape.
Eunchae does not receive any education due to lack of money. She spends her days helping her mother with odd jobs.
Her father, desperate to clear his debts, hatches a plan. He’s heard of a wealthy foreigner living in a luxurious villa in Gangnam—a man named Y/N, 36, who resides with his younger sister.
Y/N is a towering figure, broad-shouldered and intimidating, with a reputation for being domineering and brusque. Rumors swirl about his wealth, his business dealings, and his unforgiving nature.
To Eunchae’s father, Y/N represents a lifeline. If he can convince Y/N to take Eunchae as a maid, the money might be enough to appease his creditors.
On one humid evening, Eunchae’s father drags her to Y/N’s apartment. Eunchae clutches her tattered jacket, her heart pounding. She’s never been to a place like this—glass walls, manicured gardens, a house that screams wealth. Her father, sweating and jittery, knocks on the towering door.
The door swings open, revealing Y/N. He’s even more imposing in person, his sharp jawline and cold blue eyes assessing them like prey. His black shirt strains against his muscular frame, and his presence fills the doorway.
Behind him is his sister, who is Y/N's sister, a poised woman in her late 20s with sleek blonde hair, lingers in the background, her expression unreadable.
Father (bowing repeatedly, voice shaky): “Mr. Y/N, sir, thank you for opening the door. I—I’m in a bad situation, you see. Debts, you know how it is. This is my daughter, Eunchae. She’s a good girl, very hardworking. She can cook, clean, do anything you need in the house. Please, take her as a maid. She’ll work hard, I swear.”
Y/N (leaning against the doorframe, voice low and gravelly): “A maid, huh?” His eyes flick to Eunchae, lingering on her trembling form. A faint smirk tugs at his lips. “You’re selling me your daughter to scrub my floors? That’s a new one.”
Eunchae (whispering, eyes downcast): “I… I can work hard, sir. I’ll do whatever you need.”
Sister (stepping forward, her tone cool): “Brother Y/N, we don’t need a maid. The house is fine as it is.”
Y/N (ignoring his sister as his gaze still on Eunchae): “Quiet, Sister. I’m curious.” He steps closer to Eunchae, towering over her. “Look at me, girl. You ever worked a day in your life?”
Eunchae (lifting her eyes nervously, voice soft): “I… I help my mother at home. I clean, cook a little. I’m a fast learner, sir.”
Father (interrupting, desperate): “She’s perfect for it! She won’t cause trouble. Just… please, sir, name your price. I need the money.”
Y/N (raising an eyebrow, his tone dripping with amusement): “Price? You’re the one begging me to take her. But fine, let’s say I’m… intrigued. Come inside, both of you. We’ll talk.”
They step into the villa’s opulent foyer, the air thick with tension. Eunchae feels like a lamb in a lion’s den, her father’s clammy hand gripping her arm.
Y/N leads them to a sleek living room, where he lounges on a leather sofa, his posture relaxed but predatory. Sister hovers nearby, her arms crossed, clearly displeased but silent.
Y/N (gesturing to Eunchae): “So, little Eunchae, you’re what—eighteen? You look like you’d break under a hard day’s work.” His tone is teasing, but his eyes are sharp, studying her every reaction.
Eunchae (swallowing hard, voice barely audible): “I’m stronger than I look, sir. I’ll do whatever you ask.”
Y/N (chuckling darkly): “Whatever I ask, huh? Careful with promises like that, sweetheart.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Literally anything mm?”
Father (jumping in, sweating): “She’s obedient, sir! She’ll keep your house spotless, cook your meals, anything! And… and I’ll take whatever payment you offer. Just help me out, please.”
Sister (cutting in, her voice sharp): “This is ridiculous, Y/N. You’re not seriously considering this. She’s a young skinny girl uhh!.”
Y/N (shooting Sister a warning glance): “I said quiet, Sister. I make the decisions here.” He turns back to Eunchae, his smile predatory. “Tell you what. I’ll give you a trial. One month. You work for me, do exactly as I say, and I’ll pay your father’s debts. But if you slack off—or disobey me—you’re out, and he gets nothing. Deal?”
Eunchae (glancing at her father, then back at Y/N, nodding slowly): “Yes, sir. I… I’ll do my best.”
Father (relieved, clasping his hands): “Thank you, sir! You won’t regret it!”
Y/N (standing, his tone final): “We’ll see about that. She starts today!!.”
As Eunchae's father leaves, her heart sinks. She’s traded one cage for another. Y/N watches her, his smirk widening.
Y/N: Your name's Eunchae, right? You're a pretty young lady… but those clothes are a mess. I don’t want to see you in them. Go put on something cleaner—here, wear my sister’s outfit.
Eunchae: This is all there is? It’s so… little. And.. Revealing
Y/N: I said QUIET. Just put it on.
(Eunchae changes into the outfit.)
Y/N (snapping a photo): Now that’s better. You look fresh and beautiful. What a pale skin! I'll enjoy the view! Now go, clean those clothes in the washroom..
Eunchae walks to do her job.. She feels so cold as her outfit is revealing.
Eunchae’s first week at Y/N’s apartment is a blur of exhaustion. Her days are filled with scrubbing, cooking, and dodging Y/N’s piercing gaze. Sister, his sister, keeps her distance, offering only curt instructions before retreating to her room.
But Y/N is ever-present, his deep voice barking orders or teasing her with comments that make her cheeks burn.
“Bend over a little more when you clean Eunchae!,” he’d say, smirking as she fumbled with the mop.
His dominance is suffocating, and Eunchae feels like prey in his domain.
Main plot!- One rule stands above all others: never enter the locked door at the end of the second-floor hallway. Y/N delivered the warning on her first day, his tone cold and unyielding.
Her flashbacks come upon~
Y/N (grabbing Eunchae’s chin): “Listen carefully, little girl. That door down the hall? It’s off-limits. You go in there, and you’ll regret it. Understand?”
Eunchae (nodding quickly, her voice trembling): “Y-yes, sir. I won’t go near it.”
Y/N (releasing her, his eyes dark): “Good. Disobey me, and you’ll see a side of me you won’t like.”
On the eighth day, Eunchae is cleaning the second floor, her arms aching from polishing the banister.
The house is quiet—Y/N is out on business, and Sister is nowhere to be seen. As she wipes down a side table, she notices a faint draft coming from the forbidden door. Curiosity tugs at her. She knows she shouldn’t, but the house feels empty, and the door is slightly ajar, just a crack. Her heart races. Maybe it’s just a storage room, she thinks, rationalizing her impulse. I’ll just peek.
Pushing the door open, Eunchae steps inside and freezes. The room is unlike anything she’s ever seen. Dimly lit by crimson bulbs, it’s a chamber of dark luxury—black leather walls, a massive four-poster bed with restraints bolted to the frame, and shelves lined with whips, cuffs, and toys she doesn’t recognize. A padded bench sits in the corner, chains dangling from its sides. The air smells of leather and musk, and Eunchae’s stomach churns with a mix of fear and fascination. This is Y/N’s secret—a BDSM room.
Before she can back out, the door slams shut behind her. She spins around to find Y/N standing there, his broad frame filling the doorway. His eyes blaze with fury, but there’s something else—hunger. He’s dressed in a fitted black shirt and jeans, his muscles taut as he steps toward her.
Y/N (his voice low, dangerous): “What the fuck are you doing in here, Eunchae?”
Eunchae (backing up, her voice shaking): “I—I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to! The door was open, and I just—”
Y/N (cutting her off, stalking closer): “I told you never to come in here. You think you can just waltz into my private space? You’re dumber than I thought.”
Eunchae (tears welling, her back hitting the leather wall): “Please, I didn’t know! I’ll never do it again, I swear!”
Y/N (grabbing her wrist, pinning it above her head): “Too late for that. You’ve seen it now. You know what this room is for?”
His other hand grazes her cheek, his touch both threatening and electrifying.
“You curious, huh? Wanted to know what I do in here?”
Eunchae (whimpering, her body trembling): “No, sir, I wasn’t—I didn’t mean to—”
Y/N (leaning in, his breath hot against her ear): “Don’t lie to me. I see it in your eyes. You’re scared, but you’re fucking intrigued, aren’t you?” He chuckles darkly, his grip tightening. “You broke my rule, little girl. Now you pay the price.”
The BDSM room is a crimson-lit inferno, its leather walls and chained furniture.. Y/N pulls Eunchae rough into the middle of the room, Eunchae stands trembling against the padded bench.
Her heart thunders, her untouched body a battlefield of terror and shameful arousal.
She’s a virgin—never kissed, never touched—and the weight of that secret makes her feel like a mouse in a lion’s den. Y/N towers before her, shirtless, his chiseled muscles rippling with menace. His blue eyes blaze with lust and cruelty, his presence a tidal wave that drowns her protests. This Y/N is no gentleman—he’s a beast, and Eunchae is his plaything.
“S-sir, I… I can’t do this, please.. I have no idea whats this all about…”
Y/N snarls, grabbing her face with a bruising grip. “Shut your worthless mouth, you little bitch,” he growls, his voice a guttural threat.
He crashes his lips against hers, forcing a deep passionate kiss that bruises her lips. His tongue rams into her mouth, rough and unrelenting, his teeth nipping hard enough to draw a gasp. Eunchae whimpers, her small hands shoving weakly at his chest, but the raw dominance ignites a twisted spark deep inside. Y/N kept sucking her lips and tongue deep, she moans into his mouth as they exchange each other's breath inside the mouth kissing.
He pulls back, smirking at her flushed, tear-streaked face. “Pathetic little slut, already whining,” he taunts.
His hands grip her clothes, and with a vicious rip, he tears it apart, fabric shredding like paper. Eunchae yelps, clutching the ruins, but Y/N yanks her bra off, snapping the straps with a sneer.
Her perky breasts spill free, pink nipples stiffening in the cool air.
“Oh gosh!!! your pink nipples,” he groans, his voice dripping with lust. “Fucking begging to be ruined.” He grabs her skirt and panties, tearing them off with a brutal tug, leaving her pale, naked body exposed.
“Oh gosh, your pale white body, so clean,” he mutters, his eyes devouring her. “Like a fresh Korean toy, ready to be broken.”
Before she can speak, Y/N delivers a sharp slap across her cheek, the sting making her cry out. “That’s for talking back, you dumb cunt,” he snaps, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. “You’re nothing but my maid, my slut. Got that?”
Y/N (grinning darkly, his hand squeezing her throat): “A virgin? Fuck, that’s perfect. Gonna rip that tight pussy apart.” He slaps her thigh hard, leaving a red mark. “you girls are so fucking tight and fresh, and you’re the best yet, you little whore.”
Eunchae (tears streaming, voice soft): “Please, sir… I’m just here to work…”
Y/N (chuckling, his grip tightening): “this is YOUR JOB too? You should be, you worthless bitch. Makes you taste sweeter.” He leans in, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re gonna take every fucking thing I give you, or I’ll beat your ass raw.”
Y/N shoves her toward the four-poster bed, its black sheets a stark contrast to the dungeon’s crimson glow. “Get your sorry ass on the bed,” he barks, and Eunchae scrambles to obey, her body shaking as she lies back.
He grabs leather cuffs from a shelf, roughly binding her wrists to the bedposts, spreading her arms wide. The restraints cut into her skin, and she tugs weakly, her breath hitching. He doesn’t stop there—he delivers a hard smack to her stomach, making her gasp, “AAAHH!” “That’s for moving slow,” he snarls, his hand landing another stinging slap on her inner thigh. “Fucking behave u small bitch!.”
Eunchae (whimpering, voice breaking): “, sir… it hurts…”
Y/N (smirking, slapping her other thigh): “Hurts? Good. Keeps your pathetic ass in line.” He looms over her, his hand trailing down her trembling body. “What a nice maid, all tied up and crying for me. Gonna make you scream like the dirty whore you are.”
Y/N’s hands roam her body, possessive and rough. “ah!, this pale skin,” he mutters, his fingers digging into her hips. He lifts her arm, exposing her smooth armpit, and leans in, licking the sensitive skin with a hungry growl.
“Even your fucking armpits taste clean,” he says, his tongue lapping roughly, making Eunchae squirm and moan.
He moves to her tits, sucking her pink nipple into her mouth with a savage bite. “These are fucking perfect,” he groans, his teeth grazing her bud, he bites her nipples hard, drawing a “AAAHH!” moan from Eunchae.
He sucks hard, his hand squeezing her other breast, twisting her nipple until she cries out. “Look at you, moaning like a cheap slut,” he taunts, slapping her breast lightly to punctuate his words. Her body arches, the pain and pleasure blurring—she hates how much she craves his cruelty.
Y/N forces her thighs apart, his grip bruising. “Spread those fucking legs, bitch,” he snarls, exposing her glistening pink pussy. “Mmm gosh. I'm so lucky, your pink pussy looks so tight and delicious,” he growls, his eyes glinting with hunger.
“Fucking made for me.” He dives in, his tongue attacking her clit with brutal intensity, sucking and biting as he thrusts it deep into her folds. Eunchae screams, “AAAHH!” her hips bucking as the rough pussy eating overwhelms her virgin body.
He shoves three fingers inside her, pumping them hard and deep, stretching her painfully. “Take it, you tight little cunt,” he mutters, curling his fingers to hit her sweet spot. The brutal fingering makes her sob, her body trembling on the edge of release.
He flips her hips up, exposing her ass, and buries his face between her cheeks, his tongue lapping at her tight hole. “Fuck, your ass tastes so sweet,” he groans, licking and probing with no restraint. Eunchae gasps, “AHHhhhh!” humiliated but unable to stop the heat pooling in her core. “Dirty Korean slut, you love this, don’t you?” he taunts, slapping her ass hard before returning to her pussy, sucking her clit until she’s screaming.
Eunchae (gasping, tears streaming): “S-sir, please, it’s too much!!”
Y/N (pulling back, his face slick): “Too much? You’re fucking dripping, you lying whore.” He slaps her pussy, making her yelp. “Beg for my tongue, or I’ll beat you black and blue.”
Y/N (grinning, diving back in): “That’s my good obedient little maid.”
Eunchae is still tied up in the bed, totally her hands tied to the bed, exposing her armpits as well. She can't move.
Y/N climbs onto the bed, unbuttoning his jeans to free his massive, throbbing cock.
Eunchae’s eyes widen—it’s terrifying, too big for her untouched body. “N-no, sir, I can’t… I've never seen this or done this” she stammers, but Y/N grabs her hair, yanking her head forward. “Open your fucking mouth, you useless maid,” he snarls, forcing his cock past her lips.
She gags, her small mouth struggling, making wet “GAWK GAWK” sounds as he fills her throat. “Suck it, bitch,” he growls, thrusting deep. Her tongue fumbles, inexperienced, but he doesn’t care, his hand tight in her hair.
His thrusts turn brutal, fucking her face with savage force. “GAWK GAWK,” Eunchae chokes, her throat burning as his cock slams into it. “Take it all, you filthy cunt,” he grunts, ignoring her muffled whimpers. Tears stream down her cheeks, her body shaking as she gags violently.
The roughness pushes her too far—her stomach heaves, and she vomits, a mess of bile and saliva spilling down her chin onto her chest. Y/N pulls out, laughing coldly. “Disgusting little bitch,” he says, smearing the mess across her face with a rough hand. “You’re gonna learn to take this cock, or I’ll choke you every fucking day.”
Eunchae (coughing, voice hoarse): “I’m sorry, sir… I tried…”
Y/N (smirking, stroking his cock): “Sorry’s for losers, slut. You’re gonna make it up to me now.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`~~
Now Y/N moves between her legs, forcing her thighs apart with a bruising grip that makes her wince. “Time to fuck that virgin pussy,” he snarls, rubbing his thick cock against her slick entrance, her body’s only lubrication a betrayal of her fear.
“Gonna rip you to shreds, you worthless little cunt.” Eunchae whimpers, her body trembling, tears already streaming down her face as she braces for the inevitable.
Eunchae (sobbing, voice shaking): “Please, sir, don’t! I’m a virgin, I can’t take it! Stop, I beg you!”
Y/N (grinning darkly, slapping her face hard): “Whats wrong? You'll lose your virginity in future anyways.. Learn the experience from me! Also you don’t get to beg!”
The crack of his hand echoes, her cheek burning as he grabs her throat.
“You’re my slut, and you’ll take every inch!”
He slams into her with a single, brutal thrust, tearing through her virginity with excruciating force.
“OHH - AAAHH!” Eunchae screams as she feels the huge cock inside her for the first time in her life, her voice raw with agony as the pain sears through her like fire.
Y/N is not slow, he pounds into her with relentless, punishing thrusts, each one deeper, harder, his hips slamming against her with bone-jarring force. “Oh fuck, it feels so good, your pussy’s so tight, you pathetic whore,” he growls, delivering a heavy punch to her thigh, the impact making her body jerk. “OH Godd! Noo,-!” she wails, her sobs choking her words, but Y/N smirks, slapping her face again, harder this time, leaving her dizzy.
Y/N (snarling, punching her stomach): “Keep crying, you dumb cunt! Makes my cock harder!” The punch knocks the breath from her, and he slaps her breasts, one after the other, the sharp stings drawing more screams. “Fucking scream louder, slut!”
“AAAHH!” Eunchae screams louder now, shrieks, her body shaking under the onslaught, her pleas ignored.
Y/N grabs her hips, bruising her flesh as he thrusts even harder, his cock stretching her painfully. “Korean maid girls like you are made for this, you filthy maid,” he sneers, landing another punch to her hip, the thud reverberating through her. “SIR, NO MORE!” she sobs, her voice hoarse, tears flooding her face, but he slaps her again, her head snapping to the side.
Eunchae (screaming, desperate): “I’m dying, sir!!”
Y/N (mocking, slapping her cheek): “dying? C'mon don't joke, I've taken virginity of a lot of girls, you are not dying, I know how to do it well” He grabs her throat, squeezing as he thrusts. “Say you’re my fucking whore, or I’ll beat you bloody!!”
“I… I’m your whore, sir!” Eunchae chokes out, her voice broken by sobs, hoping it’ll stop the pain.
Y/N grunts, his thrusts erratic as he chases his release, his body tenses, and with a guttural roar, he unloads a massive, thick cum load inside her, the hot, relentless flood pouring into her in heavy spurts. It feels endless, his cock pulsing as he fills her to the brim, the sticky warmth overflowing, seeping out around his shaft and dripping down her thighs.
“Take every fucking drop, you worthless slut,” he snarls, grinding into her to ensure his seed stays deep, his hands bruising her hips as he holds her in place. Eunchae whimpers,her body trembling under the invasive sensation, her sobs choked with pain and humiliation.
Eunchae starts taking a lot of breathe as shes tired from her first time as Y/N pulls out.
But Y/N is smirking coldly as he wipes himself on her bruised thigh, “You think I’m done, you stupid cunt?” he sneers, standing to survey the room’s arsenal of tools. “Your crying’s just foreplay.” Eunchae’s body trembles, her sobs uncontrollable, her skin already marred with bruises and welts.
Y/N (grabbing a leather whip, cracking it in the air): “Now take this!” He lashes the whip across her stomach, the searing sting making her scream, “AAAHH!” “You’re my toy, bitch, and I’m gonna break you!”
The whip strikes again, leaving angry red welts across her thighs and breasts.
Y/n takes a vibrator and puts it at high speed inside her cunt, Eunchae screams “PLEASE, NNOT THIS!” Eunchae wails, but Y/N ignores her,arquía
Eunchae (crying, voice raw): “Take it away! Please, sir, it hurts and is annoying! AAAHH!”
Y/N (laughing, slapping her face): “Hurts? Good, you deserve it, you filthy whore!” He turns the vibrator to its highest setting, making her scream louder, then tosses it aside.
The vibrator is tearing her cunt hard.
“AAAHH,” Eunchae whimpers, her voice barely a whisper, exhausted but terrified.
Eunchae (sobbing, pleading): “No more, sir… I can’t take it… please, let this tool go away from me!”
Y/n smirks, He takes away the vibrator and starts to fuck her again.
He grabs a steel metal rod, its surface cold and menacing, designed for impact play. “This’ll teach you, you useless maid,” he snarls, bringing it down across her thighs with a sickening clang. “AAAHH!” Eunchae screams, the pain blinding, her body jerking against the restraints. she sobs, but Y/N strikes again, Y/n is fucking her rough as well as the rod leaving deep bruises on her hips and stomach. “Fucking take it, you maid slut,” he growls, hitting her arms, each blow precise but brutal.
Eunchae (screaming, tears flooding), shes's just begging to stop.
"I’ll Do Anything, Stop!”, But y/n strikes her hard, this time he grabs the whip and his belt and smashes over her body, her sides, her breasts, each hit a fresh torment.
Finally Y/n pulls out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined fluids.
Y/N feels something inside his cock, he smirks.
“Not done with you yet, bitch,” he says, grabbing her jaw with a rough hand, forcing her mouth open wide. “Open that filthy hole and drink this, you disgusting whore,” he growls, positioning himself over her tear-streaked face.
Before she can protest, a hot, acrid stream of piss shoots into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
Eunchae gags violently, the bitter taste overwhelming, but Y/N tightens his grip, tilting her head to ensure she can’t escape. “Swallow it, you pathetic cunt. Drink the piss!” he barks, his voice dripping with contempt.
The piss keeps coming, flooding her mouth, spilling over her lips and down her chin as she chokes and sputters, tears streaming harder.
Eunchae (choking, sobbing): “Please, sir, Its dirty! I can’t!”
Y/N (laughing coldly, slapping her cheek): “Dirty? You’re a fucking toilet now, slut! Drink every drop or I’ll drown you in it!” He shakes her jaw, forcing more piss down her throat.
“Look at you, gagging like a cheap whore. You were made for this!”
Eunchae’s cries are muffled as she struggles to swallow, the rancid liquid burning her throat, her body shaking with revulsion. she wails, but Y/N keeps pissing, the stream relentless, soaking her face, matting her hair, and pooling on the bed beneath her. “That’s it, you pig, choke on it,” he taunts, finally emptying himself, the last drops splattering across her lips. He yanks her hair hard, jerking her head back, and spits directly into her face, the thick saliva mixing with the piss and tears on her cheeks. “Clean up, maid slut,” he snarls, shoving her down onto the soaked sheets with a sneer.
Finally the aftermath:
Y/N finishes, letting her collapse onto the bed, her body a quivering mass of bruises, welts, piss and pain. “Clean your disgusting ass up, slut,” he snaps, zipping up his jeans with a smug grin. Although its the first time for Eunchae and its finished, Y/n says :" You’re not done serving me,” he says, turning to leave. Eunchae curls into a ball, her sobs wracking her body, her face a mess of tears, piss, spit, snot and cum over her pussy and holes.
