Song Hye-kyo has been dating her much younger boyfriend for months, keeping things sweet and patient. Tonight, after a quiet dinner, she finally guides him through his first time with gentle femdom, loving care, and plenty of pleasure in this fluffy, intimate one-shot.
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The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint sound of rain tapping against the windows. Hye-kyo had just finished clearing the table after the simple dinner we’d shared — grilled salmon, rice, and some banchan she’d taught me to make last weekend. She moved with that graceful ease she always had, even in casual home clothes: an oversized cream sweater that slipped off one shoulder and soft black shorts that showed off her long, toned legs.
I watched her from the couch, heart beating a little faster than usual. We had been together for almost five months now. She was thirty-eight, successful, elegant, and one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. I was twenty-three, still figuring out life after university, and somehow she had chosen me. The age gap had never felt like a problem — not when she looked at me like I was the only person in the room.
She came over and sat beside me, tucking her legs under her. Her hand found mine naturally, fingers interlacing. “You’ve been quiet tonight,” she said softly, thumb stroking the back of my hand. “Nervous about something?”
I swallowed. We had talked about taking things further many times. She had always been patient, never pushing, even when I got shy and awkward. Tonight, after weeks of building tension and sweet kisses that left us both breathing harder, I had finally told her I was ready.
“A little,” I admitted. “I’ve never… done this before. With anyone.”
Hye-kyo’s expression softened even more. She cupped my face with her free hand, thumb brushing my cheek. “I know, baby. And that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. But if you want to… I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
Her voice was gentle but carried that quiet confidence that always made me feel safe. I nodded, leaning into her touch. “I want to. With you.”
She smiled, the kind of smile that made her eyes crinkle at the corners, and leaned in to kiss me. It started soft, familiar — the same slow kisses we had shared on the couch many nights. But this time there was a new intention behind it. Her tongue brushed mine, teasing, as her hand slid down my chest.
“Come to the bedroom,” she whispered against my lips.
I followed her down the short hallway, heart hammering. The bedroom was warm, lights dimmed low. She closed the door behind us and turned to face me, hands resting on my waist.
“Relax,” she said, kissing me again. “We go at your pace. If you want to stop, we stop. Okay?”
“Okay.”
She helped me out of my shirt first, fingers tracing my chest and stomach with light touches that made me shiver. Then she pulled her own sweater over her head, revealing a simple black bra that held her full breasts. I had seen her in bikinis before during beach trips, but this felt different — more intimate, more real.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathed, unable to stop staring.
Hye-kyo smiled and reached behind to unhook her bra. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and perfect, nipples already hardening in the cool air. She took my hands and placed them on her chest.
“Touch me,” she said softly. “However you want.”
I cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She hummed in approval, leaning into my touch. I grew bolder, squeezing softly, then leaning down to kiss one. When I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked lightly, she moaned, fingers threading through my hair.
“That’s good, baby… just like that.”
I lavished attention on her breasts, sucking and licking while my hands explored her waist and hips. She eventually pulled me up for another deep kiss, then guided me to sit on the edge of the bed. She knelt between my legs, hands resting on my thighs.
“Can I take these off?” she asked, fingers at my waistband.
I nodded. She pulled my pants and boxers down together, freeing my hard cock. It sprang up, already leaking at the tip. Hye-kyo wrapped her soft hand around the base and stroked slowly, eyes fixed on it with clear appreciation.
“So pretty,” she murmured. “And so hard for me already.”
She leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head. The blowjob started gentle — soft kisses, light licks, her warm breath teasing me. Then she took me into her mouth, sucking softly at first before taking more. Her head bobbed slowly, tongue pressing against the underside as she worked me deeper.
“Fuck… Hye-kyo…” I groaned, hand gently in her hair.
She hummed around me, the vibration shooting pleasure up my spine. Spit dripped down my shaft as she sucked harder, one hand stroking the base while the other gently massaged my balls. She pulled off for air, stroking me fast with her slick hand.
“You taste good,” she whispered, looking up at me. “I could do this for hours.”
She took me back into her mouth, sucking with more purpose until I was throbbing. I warned her I was close, but she kept going, eyes locked on mine. I came hard down her throat with a groan. She swallowed every drop, licking me clean afterward with a satisfied smile.
“Good boy,” she praised softly, kissing the tip. “Now lie back.”
I did, and she climbed on top, straddling my waist. She had taken off her shorts earlier, and I could feel how wet she was against my stomach. She reached down and stroked me back to hardness, then guided my cock to her entrance.
“Ready?” she asked, voice gentle.
I nodded. She sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The heat and tightness were overwhelming. Hye-kyo moaned softly, eyes closing for a moment as she adjusted.
“So big… you fill me so well, baby.”
She started riding me in cowgirl, slow and deep at first. Her breasts bounced gently with every movement. I reached up and cupped them, squeezing and sucking on her nipples while she rode. She moaned louder, hips rolling in smooth circles.
“Feels so good,” she breathed. “I love having you inside me.”
I thrust up to meet her, making her gasp. She picked up the pace, bouncing faster, hands on my chest for leverage. Her moans filled the room as she chased her pleasure. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, and she came hard, pussy clenching around me as she squirted lightly, warm fluid coating my stomach.
She kept riding through it, then leaned down to kiss me messily. “Your turn. Cum inside mommy.”
The word slipped out naturally, and it pushed me over the edge. I gripped her hips and thrust up deep, filling her with thick ropes of cum. She moaned into my mouth, grinding down to take every drop.
We stayed connected for a while, kissing softly. Then she climbed off and lay beside me, pulling me into her arms. Her hand stroked my back gently as we caught our breath.
“How do you feel?” she asked, kissing my forehead.
“Amazing,” I whispered. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”
She smiled, holding me closer. “I love you. We have all the time in the world. This was just the beginning.”
We talked quietly after that — about how it felt, what we both liked, little things that made us laugh. She was so caring, so attentive, making sure I felt loved and safe the whole time.
Later, we tried another position. She lay on her back and pulled me on top again, guiding me inside her in missionary. This time it was slower, more intimate, eyes locked as I thrust deep. She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my back, whispering encouragement and praise.
“You’re doing so well, baby… feels perfect inside me.”
I sucked on her breasts again while moving inside her, making her moan and arch. She came once more, squirting around my cock, and I followed, filling her with another load.
We fell asleep tangled together, her head on my chest, leg thrown over mine. Hye-kyo stroked my hair until I drifted off, whispering how proud she was of me, how much she loved me.
Being with an older woman like her felt like the best kind of gift. She was patient, experienced, and so full of love. And I was the luckiest guy in the world to be hers.
A relaxed night of drinks with IU and Miyeon turns into a warm, playful threesome. The two close friends decide to share their affection for their mutual boyfriend, leading to an intimate and loving experience filled with pleasure, laughter, and sweet connection.
The three of us had been drinking and talking for hours in the cozy living room. IU sat on my left, legs tucked under her, while Miyeon leaned against my right side. Empty soju bottles and snack wrappers covered the coffee table. It was one of those rare nights where both women had free time at the same time, and they had insisted on spending it together with me.
“You know,” IU said, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, “we’ve been friends for so long. And we both like you so much. It feels natural, doesn’t it?”
Miyeon nodded, smiling as she traced a finger down my chest. “Very natural. What do you think, baby?”
I swallowed, heart racing but feeling safe with them. “If you two are comfortable… then yes.”
That was all it took. IU leaned in first, kissing me softly. Her lips were gentle and sweet. Then Miyeon turned my head and kissed me too, a little deeper, more playful. Before long I was kissing both of them, alternating as their hands roamed over my body.
They helped me out of my shirt, then took turns kissing down my chest. Soon both women were on their knees in front of me, sharing my cock in a beautiful double blowjob. IU sucked on the head while Miyeon licked along the shaft. They took turns taking me into their mouths, sometimes kissing each other with my cock between their lips.
“You’re so hard,” IU murmured, stroking me with her soft hand. “Look at him, Miyeon. Our boyfriend is leaking already.”
Miyeon smiled up at me. “He tastes good, doesn’t he?”
They worked together perfectly, tongues swirling, hands stroking, gentle moans mixing together. I had to grip the couch cushions to stay grounded.
After a while they stood up and undressed each other slowly, kissing and touching as they went. Watching IU and Miyeon together was mesmerizing. They were so comfortable with one another, hands exploring breasts and hips with loving familiarity. Miyeon sucked on IU’s nipples while IU ran her fingers through Miyeon’s hair.
“Come join us,” IU called softly.
I moved to the big couch. They had me lie down as they took turns riding my face. First Miyeon lowered her pussy onto my mouth, grinding gently while IU stroked my cock. Then they switched. IU’s taste was sweet as she rode my tongue, moaning softly while Miyeon kissed her.
“His tongue feels so good,” IU breathed. “You’re doing such a good job, baby.”
They eventually wanted more. Miyeon straddled me, sinking down onto my cock with a pleased sigh. She rode me steadily while IU sat on my face again, facing Miyeon. The two women kissed and touched each other’s breasts as they used me for pleasure.
IU came first on my tongue, thighs trembling. Miyeon followed soon after, clenching around me beautifully. They switched places—IU riding my cock while Miyeon rode my face. Their moans mixed together sweetly, encouraging each other and me with soft dirty talk.
“You’re taking both of us so well,” IU praised, rolling her hips. “Such a good boyfriend for your two girls.”
We changed positions multiple times. I took Miyeon from behind while she ate IU out. Then IU rode me reverse cowgirl while Miyeon sat on my face facing her, the two of them kissing the whole time. The room filled with the sounds of pleasure, skin meeting skin, and their loving whispers.
At one point they knelt together in front of me again for another double blowjob, this time faster and messier. Their tongues worked together until I couldn’t hold back.
“I’m close,” I warned, voice rough.
Both of them pulled back slightly, faces close together, tongues out and eyes looking up at me. I stroked myself through the last few seconds and came hard, thick ropes landing across their pretty faces and into their open mouths. IU and Miyeon licked each other clean, sharing gentle kisses and laughing softly at the mess.
We cleaned up with warm towels and water, then cuddled together on the big couch under a blanket. IU on my left, Miyeon on my right, both women snuggled close.
“That was… really nice,” Miyeon said quietly, tracing patterns on my chest. “Felt natural with the three of us.”
IU nodded, kissing my cheek. “No pressure. Just love and fun. You made both of us feel so good.”
I held them tighter, heart full. “I’m the luckiest guy. Having two amazing women who trust me like this.”
We talked for a long time afterward, the alcohol making everything softer and warmer. They shared stories about their friendship, how they both developed feelings for me, and how comfortable they felt sharing this side of themselves. There was no jealousy, just affection and laughter.
Later, when the mood turned intimate again, we moved to the bedroom. This time it was slower. I made love to IU in missionary while Miyeon kissed her and played with her breasts. Then I switched to Miyeon, with IU encouraging us both. They took turns riding me gently, kissing each other above me.
When I came the second time, they were both on their knees again, sharing the load across their faces and tongues with sweet smiles.
We fell asleep tangled together, my arms around both women. Their breathing was steady and peaceful. In the morning I knew there would be gentle kisses, shared breakfast, and more quiet affection. Being with IU and Miyeon like this felt special—two friends who chose to share their hearts and bodies with me in the most loving way.
No rush, no complications. Just warmth, pleasure, and the deep bond the three of us were building together.
As a premium massage therapist at an exclusive spa, I never expected my favorite regular client Karina to turn our session into something much more intimate and oily when she requested the special package.
The private massage room was dimly lit with soft golden lights and filled with the calming scent of essential oils. I had been working at this high-end spa for almost two years, and Karina had become one of my most regular clients over the past few months. She always booked the full two-hour premium session, and today was no different — or so I thought.
She arrived looking stunning as always, even in simple lounge clothes. Her long dark hair was tied up loosely, and she gave me that warm smile that always made my pulse quicken a little.
“Ready for your session?” I asked, keeping my professional tone as I led her to the massage table.
Karina nodded, but there was a playful glint in her eyes. “I want the special oil package today. The edible one you mentioned last time.”
I raised an eyebrow but nodded. The edible massage oils were popular with couples, but she had come alone. “Of course. Just lie down and relax. I’ll warm the oil.”
She slipped out of her robe behind the screen, and when she lay face down on the table, I draped a towel over her lower half. I poured the warm, lightly scented edible oil onto my hands and started with her shoulders, working the knots out with firm but gentle pressure. Karina let out a soft sigh of pleasure.
“You’re always so good at this,” she murmured into the headrest.
I worked down her back, the oil making her skin glow under the soft lights. My hands glided smoothly over her toned body. When I reached her lower back, she shifted slightly, letting the towel slip a little.
“Make sure you get everywhere today,” she said softly. “I’ve been really tense.”
I continued professionally until she turned over onto her back after I finished her legs. The towel now barely covered her chest. Karina looked up at me with dark, needy eyes.
“I want the full special treatment,” she whispered. “No holding back.”
My hands paused for a second. The air in the room suddenly felt much warmer. “Karina… are you sure?”
She reached up and tugged the towel away completely, revealing her beautiful naked body. “I’m sure. Touch me like you mean it.”
I poured more of the sweet edible oil over her chest and stomach. My hands started massaging her breasts, kneading them gently at first, then with more purpose. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking softly while my oiled hands continued worshipping her chest. Karina moaned, arching into my touch.
“Yes… just like that. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”
I licked and sucked on her breasts, coating them thoroughly with the edible oil before moving lower. I kissed down her stomach, licking the oil off her skin as I went. When I reached between her legs, I spread them gently and poured a generous amount of oil directly onto her pussy. My fingers rubbed her clit in slow circles, then slid inside her easily thanks to the slick oil.
Karina’s hips bucked. “Fuck… your fingers feel so good.”
I fingered her steadily, curling them while my tongue found her clit. I licked and sucked on her, tasting the sweet oil mixed with her own wetness. She tasted incredible. I devoured her pussy with long, hungry strokes of my tongue while my fingers pumped faster.
She came the first time quickly, thighs trembling as she squirted lightly around my fingers. I kept licking her through it, making her moan louder.
“Turn over,” I said softly.
She flipped onto her stomach again. I poured oil all over her back and ass, massaging deeply. Then I did something I had secretly wanted to try — I lifted her arm gently and licked along her armpit, the edible oil making it taste sweet. Karina shivered and let out a surprised but pleased sound.
“You’re so dirty… I love it.”
I licked the other armpit too, then kissed and licked down her spine, spreading her ass cheeks to lick between them. She was trembling with need by the time I asked her to turn over again.
This time Karina sat up on the edge of the massage table, legs spread. She reached for my pants, pulling them down and freeing my hard cock. She poured some oil on her hands and started giving me a slow, slippery handjob, stroking me firmly while looking into my eyes.
“You’re so hard for me,” she whispered, voice full of dirty satisfaction. “My favorite massager.”
She leaned down and took me into her mouth, the edible oil making everything wet and sweet. Her blowjob was incredible — deep, sloppy, and enthusiastic. She sucked me while stroking the base, occasionally licking down to my balls.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I laid her back on the table and climbed on top, sliding my cock into her oiled pussy in one smooth thrust. The massage table creaked as I started fucking her, the oil making every movement slick and smooth.
Karina wrapped her legs around me. “Harder… fuck me properly on this table.”
I thrust deeper, gripping her hips. The sound of our oiled bodies slapping together filled the room. I leaned down to suck on her breasts again while pounding into her, switching between gentle worship and rougher sucking.
We changed positions multiple times on the wide table. She rode me reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as she took me deep. Then I took her from behind, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other played with her breasts.
She came again, squirting around my cock and soaking the table. “I’m so wet… keep going.”
I pulled out and had her stroke me while I fingered her. She masturbated openly too, rubbing her clit fast while I thrust fingers into her. Another orgasm hit her, more squirting that dripped down her thighs.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back. I stood between her legs as she lay back, stroking myself fast. Karina watched with hungry eyes, mouth open and tongue out.
“Cum on me,” she begged. “I want it everywhere.”
I came hard, thick ropes landing on her breasts, lips, tongue, and cheeks. She looked absolutely stunning covered in my cum and oil, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.
We stayed there for a while, catching our breath. I gently cleaned her with warm towels, kissing her softly between wipes. She pulled me down for a long, deep kiss, tasting the oil and everything we had done.
“That was the best massage I’ve ever had,” she whispered with a tired but happy laugh.
I helped her sit up, wrapping her in a fresh robe. “Anytime you want a special session… just book it.”
Karina smiled, pulling me close again. “I think I’m going to need a lot more of these from now on.”
(Last Post for Today, Good Night Everyone have a good day - Jaewon)
Chapter 9: Yunjin’s Pre-Comeback Lower Body Resilience Assessment
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:05 AM. Director Park’s precise script detailed the assignment: "Huh Yunjin (LE SSERAFIM) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Comeback Lower Body Resilience Assessment. Emphasis on thigh strength, flexibility, and external fluid response testing due to powerful dance choreography and stage performances. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist with positioning and full documentation. Special thigh protocol authorized."
Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo reviewed the file in the preparation room. Yunjin’s powerful vocals and commanding dance presence made this evaluation particularly important. The FBIA wing maintained its calm, professional atmosphere—soft lighting, controlled temperature, and absolute privacy.
Agent Kang entered first, broad and efficient. “All preparations complete, Inspector. Extra warming oils formulated for thigh application and lubricants ready.”
Agent Lee followed, tablet in hand. “Miss Yunjin has arrived. She reviewed the full protocol, including the special thigh method. She appears confident and prepared.”
Park Gunwoo nodded. “Reconfirm consent at each major transition. Bring her in.”
Yunjin entered the examination suite with her characteristic sharp confidence mixed with graceful poise. The LE SSERAFIM member’s long hair was tied back neatly, and she held the white robe closed with elegant fingers.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted with a polite bow. “I’m here for the lower body assessment. The new choreography is really testing my thighs and stamina.”
Park Gunwoo offered a reassuring smile. “We’ll verify everything thoroughly, Yunjin. The Bureau requires a complete Level 3 protocol with a special thigh endurance test. Full sensory mapping using fingers and tongue across every body part. Consent is yours throughout. Do you agree to the full protocol?”
Yunjin nodded firmly. “I consent to everything.”
“Understood. Remove the robe and lie face up on the table.”
She let the robe fall gracefully, revealing her tall, athletic, and curvaceous body: full, rounded breasts with sensitive nipples, a toned waist, powerful and thick thighs honed by intense dance, shapely hips, a smooth shaved mound, long legs, and elegant feet. Her skin glowed healthily under the warm lights.
Park Gunwoo began the visual assessment, circling slowly as Agent Lee documented. “Excellent lower body tone. Strong, flexible thighs with high muscle definition.”
He started palpation at her neck and shoulders, fingers pressing deeply to release tension. Agent Kang supported her upper back. Park Gunwoo’s tongue traced her collarbones and both armpits with slow, thorough licks. He moved to her breasts, cupping and kneading them before licking long wet stripes underneath and sucking the sensitive nipples. Yunjin’s breathing deepened into soft, melodic moans.
After detailed torso and back checks (with Agent Kang assisting turns and Agent Lee applying warming oil), they reached the lower body. Park Gunwoo parted her powerful thighs. Agent Kang held one open firmly. His fingers spread her folds, stroking every ridge and sensitive crease while his tongue delivered long, dedicated licks from entrance to clit and back. Yunjin touched herself as instructed, rubbing her clit in rhythm until she trembled and squirted powerfully across his tongue and fingers in warm, clear waves. He guided her through the intense climax with continued gentle licks.
After a short recovery period and gentle cleaning, the special thigh protocol began.
“Special thigh resilience and external fluid response test now,” Park Gunwoo announced professionally. “This evaluates thigh strength, flexibility, and skin response under dynamic pressure — critical for your choreography. You will perform thigh stimulation on me while I continue full-body sensory mapping. At climax, I will release on your thighs. You will then spread and massage the fluid for complete absorption checking. Consent confirmed?”
Yunjin’s cheeks flushed, but her voice was steady. “I consent to the special method.”
With Agent Kang supporting her back and positioning her legs, and Agent Lee providing specialized lubrication, Yunjin reclined comfortably. She pressed her thick, powerful thighs together around Park Gunwoo’s hardened length. The thighjob began with smooth, controlled movements — her toned muscles squeezing and sliding along his shaft as she rocked her hips. The warm, soft-yet-firm pressure of her thighs created an enveloping sensation.
Park Gunwoo continued the sensory mapping, licking across her breasts, neck, shoulders, and down her toned stomach while she worked. Yunjin’s thighs moved with impressive control — squeezing rhythmically, sliding up and down, occasionally adjusting the angle with dancer-like precision. The slick, warm friction built steadily between her powerful legs.
After several minutes of intense thigh stimulation, Park Gunwoo felt his release approaching. “Climax phase.”
Yunjin kept her thighs pressed tightly together as he came, thick warm ropes of cum landing across her smooth, toned thighs and inner surfaces. She continued gentle squeezing motions to draw out every drop, then, as instructed, used her hands to spread the fluid thoroughly — massaging it into her skin, along the curves of her thighs, and into the sensitive inner areas. Park Gunwoo assisted with his fingers and tongue, spreading and licking the mixture while checking skin absorption and resilience. No adverse reactions were noted; her thighs showed excellent response.
The session continued with posterior lower body checks: thorough ass kneading and spreading, deep cleft licking over her tight hole, backs of her powerful thighs, behind the knees, and full foot worship — sucking each toe individually and licking the soles firmly.
The comprehensive session extended well over two and a half hours. Yunjin lay flushed and glistening, every body part having been meticulously inspected, licked, and checked.
Park Gunwoo helped her sit up and draped a fresh robe around her shoulders, gently cleaning any remaining fluids. “Outstanding results across all metrics, Yunjin. The thigh protocol confirmed exceptional strength and flexibility. The squirting and external fluid response show strong overall resilience. You’re fully cleared for your comeback activities.”
Yunjin looked at him with hazy, satisfied eyes, lightly running her hands over her still-sensitive thighs. “Thank you, Inspector Park Gunwoo… and the team. That was incredibly intense, especially the special thigh method, but I feel so much stronger and more prepared now. My legs feel thoroughly cared for.”
Agent Kang gave an approving nod. “Protocol executed perfectly.”
Agent Lee finalized the report. “All data transmitted. Rest those powerful legs well, Miss Yunjin.”
As she prepared to leave, Park Gunwoo walked her to the door. “The FBIA is here to support your performances. Contact us if any tension returns.”
Yunjin offered a bright, confident smile. “I will. Thank you again for the thorough check.”
The door closed softly. Park Gunwoo cleaned up methodically, reflecting on the specialized adaptations required for different members.
Agent Lee remarked lightly, “Her thigh control was impressive. Tomorrow’s order should be arriving soon.”
Park Gunwoo checked the secure tablet as a new notification appeared. “The Bureau continues without pause.”
End of Chapter 9
(No Polls because female idols always win in poll and probably Not Daily Update of FBIA because I don't have ideas what I'm adding to inspection and I avoid becoming repetitive chapter - Jaewon)
Yeji has always been possessive of her boyfriend, and tonight she reminds him exactly who he belongs to. In a loving but firmly dominant night, she takes full control, guiding him through intense pleasure while making sure he knows he’s completely hers.
The moment I walked through the door after a long day, Yeji was waiting for me. She stood in the hallway wearing one of my favorite oversized shirts on her, the hem barely covering her thighs. Her sharp eyes locked onto me immediately, and that familiar possessive smile curved her lips.
“You’re finally home,” she said, voice low and sweet but with that edge I knew so well. “Come here, baby.”
I walked straight to her. Yeji pulled me into a deep kiss, her fingers gripping the front of my shirt like she never wanted to let go. When she pulled back, she looked up at me with those intense eyes.
“You didn’t text me much today. Were you talking to anyone else?”
I shook my head quickly. “Just work stuff. I swear.”
She hummed, running her thumb across my bottom lip. “Good boy. Because you’re mine. Only mine. Don’t forget that.”
She led me to the bedroom without another word. Once inside, she pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling my waist. Her hands pinned my wrists above my head as she kissed me again, slower this time but full of heat.
“Strip for me,” she ordered softly, sitting back so I could obey.
I took my clothes off under her watchful gaze. When I was naked, Yeji smiled with satisfaction and wrapped her hand around my already hard cock, stroking me with firm, slow movements.
“Look at you. Getting hard so fast just from noona’s touch. You really are mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, hips twitching into her hand. “All yours, Yeji.”
She rewarded me by leaning down and taking me into her mouth. The blowjob was possessive—deep and wet, her tongue working me while her eyes stayed locked on mine. She sucked harder when I moaned, one hand stroking the base while the other rested on my thigh, nails lightly digging in as a reminder.
After a few minutes she pulled off and moved up my body. “Time for you to eat your owner’s pussy,” she said, voice husky. She positioned herself over my face, lowering down until her wet folds pressed against my mouth.
I licked her eagerly, sucking on her clit the way she liked. Yeji moaned above me, rolling her hips and riding my face with controlled movements. Her thighs squeezed the sides of my head as she used me for her pleasure.
“That’s it… good boy. Lick deeper. Make noona feel good.”
I gave everything I had, tongue sliding inside her and circling her clit while she ground down. Her moans grew louder, sweeter, until she came hard, flooding my mouth with her taste. She stayed there for a moment, catching her breath, gently stroking my hair.
“You did well,” she praised, finally lifting off. “But we’re not done.”
Yeji stroked my cock again, teasing the tip with her thumb. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I groaned. “Only you.”
She smiled, satisfied, and sank down onto me in one smooth motion. Her pussy was tight and warm as she started riding me, hands on my chest for leverage. She moved with purpose, hips rolling in those perfect circles that always drove me crazy.
“Mine,” she repeated between moans. “This cock is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Say it.”
“It’s all yours,” I gasped, hands gripping her thighs.
Yeji rode me harder, leaning down to kiss me possessively. She whispered dirty words in my ear—reminding me how no one else could ever have me, how she’d always take care of what was hers. The combination of her tight heat and her words had me throbbing inside her.
We switched positions so she could take me from on top in a different angle, facing away this time. I watched her ass bounce as she rode me reverse, her hand reaching back to play with my balls occasionally. She stayed fully in control the whole time, setting the pace and telling me exactly when to thrust up.
“Touch my clit,” she ordered. I obeyed immediately, rubbing her while she chased another orgasm.
When she came again, clenching around me beautifully, she turned back around and kissed me messily. “I want you to cum inside me. Fill your owner up.”
She rode me faster, squeezing her pussy around me until I couldn’t hold back. I groaned her name as I came deep inside her, pumping every drop while she milked me through it.
Yeji stayed on top afterward, gently rocking her hips as we both caught our breath. She leaned down and kissed my forehead, then my cheeks, her possessive energy softening into pure affection.
“You’re such a good boy for me,” she whispered, stroking my hair. “I love you so much. I just want you to remember who you come home to every day.”
“I know,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “I love being yours.”
She smiled and cuddled closer, still keeping me inside her for a little longer. We stayed like that, talking softly about our days and making quiet plans for the weekend. Even after the intense sex, she was the same caring Yeji—checking if I was okay, bringing me water, and making sure I felt loved.
Later that night we went for another round. This time she had me on my back again, riding me slow and deep while whispering more possessive words. She taught me exactly how she wanted my hands on her body, how to angle my hips, and how to hold back until she gave permission.
When I came the second time, again deep inside her, she kissed me tenderly and told me how proud she was.
As we finally settled down to sleep, Yeji curled against my chest, one leg thrown over mine. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin.
“You’re mine forever, right?” she asked, voice sleepy but still carrying that loving possessiveness.
“Forever,” I answered, holding her tight.
She fell asleep first, breathing steady and content. I stayed awake a little longer, feeling incredibly lucky. Yeji’s dominant side made me feel desired and owned in the best way, but her aftercare and affection always reminded me how deeply she cared.
Being hers wasn’t just about giving up control. It was about trusting someone who loved me enough to claim every part of me—and give every part of herself in return.
how about the FBIA protocol conducting separate inspections of actresses and idols? only idols are selected in the poll. actresses need to be evaluated as well.
Maybe next chapter are no poll. And chapter 10 are actress inspection.
Every morning with Karina feels like a warm dream. As her boyfriend, I wake up to her gentle touch and sleepy kisses, turning our usual routine into slow, loving morning sex filled with affection, pleasure, and the kind of closeness that makes the rest of the day brighter.
Sunlight filtered softly through the half-closed curtains of our bedroom, painting the sheets in warm golden tones. The clock on the nightstand read a little after seven, but time always moved differently when I woke up next to Karina. She was still asleep, curled against my side with her head on my chest and one leg thrown over mine. Her long dark hair spilled across the pillow, and she looked so peaceful and beautiful it made my heart ache in the best way.
We had been living together for a few months now, and this had become our favorite routine. No alarms, no rushing — just slow, sleepy love before the world outside demanded her attention as aespa’s leader. I ran my fingers gently through her hair, tracing small circles on her back. She stirred, letting out a soft hum as her eyes fluttered open.
“Morning, baby,” she whispered, voice still husky from sleep. A small, content smile curved her lips as she tilted her head up for a kiss.
I met her halfway, kissing her slowly and deeply. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of the lip balm she always wore to bed. Karina sighed into the kiss, pressing closer until her body was flush against mine. I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin tank top she’d slept in. My hand slid down her side, slipping under the fabric to caress her bare waist.
She broke the kiss with a little laugh. “You’re already hard,” she teased gently, grinding her hips against me just enough to make me groan. “Is this how you say good morning every day?”
“Only because you’re so beautiful,” I murmured, kissing her again. My hands moved higher, cupping her full breasts through the thin material. I pushed the tank top up slowly, exposing them. Karina helped me pull it off completely, tossing it aside.
I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently like a baby. She moaned softly, arching her back to give me more. I lavished attention on her breasts, switching between them — sucking, licking, and kissing every inch while my hands kneaded the soft flesh. Karina threaded her fingers through my hair, holding me close as her breathing grew heavier.
“That feels so good… keep going,” she whispered, voice full of sleepy affection.
I spent a long time there, worshipping her chest the way she loved. The soft sounds she made, the way her body responded to every touch — it was addictive. Eventually, she reached down between us and wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly. Her grip was perfect, warm and steady, sending waves of pleasure through me.
I groaned against her breast, the vibration making her shiver. She pushed me gently onto my back and moved lower, kissing down my chest and stomach. When she reached my cock, she looked up at me with those dark, loving eyes and gave the tip a soft kiss.
“Good morning to you too,” she said playfully before taking me into her mouth.
The blowjob was slow and lazy, just like the morning itself. Karina sucked me gently at first, her tongue swirling around the head. She took her time, licking every inch before lowering her head further. Then she moved even lower, licking and sucking on my balls with warm, wet strokes of her tongue while her hand continued stroking my shaft. The sensation was incredible. I had to grip the sheets to stay grounded.
“You like that, baby?” she asked softly, looking up at me between licks. “I love taking care of you like this.”
She returned to sucking my cock, bobbing her head a little faster now, one hand playing with my balls. I watched her the whole time, mesmerized by how gorgeous she looked with her lips wrapped around me. After several long, perfect minutes, I pulled her back up for another deep kiss, tasting myself on her tongue.
I flipped us carefully so she was on her back. I kissed her again, then moved down her body, returning the favor. I licked her slowly, savoring how wet she already was. Karina’s hands stayed in my hair, guiding me gently as she moaned my name. I added my fingers, curling them just right while my tongue focused on her clit until her thighs started trembling.
When she was close, I moved back up and slid inside her in one smooth thrust. We both sighed in relief. Morning sex with Karina was always slow and intimate. I rocked into her gently, deep and unhurried, our bodies pressed close. We kissed the whole time, sharing breath and quiet whispers of “I love you.”
We changed positions naturally. She climbed on top, riding me in lazy cowgirl. Her breasts bounced softly with every roll of her hips, and I reached up to cup them, sucking on her nipples again while she moved. Karina’s head fell back, soft moans filling the room. She looked like an angel in the morning light.
After a while, I sat up, holding her close as she continued riding me. We were face to face, foreheads touching, breathing each other in. I thrust up to meet her movements, hitting that perfect spot inside her. She came first, clenching around me with a beautiful, quiet cry, her body trembling in my arms.
I followed soon after, pulling out at the last second. Karina stroked me through it, aiming my cock at her chest. Thick ropes of cum landed on her breasts, some reaching her lips and tongue as she leaned forward with her mouth open. She looked incredibly sexy like that, eyes locked on mine while she licked her lips clean.
We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath and smiling at each other. Then I grabbed the warm towel I’d left on the nightstand last night and gently cleaned her up, kissing every spot I wiped. Karina pulled me back down into her arms, and we cuddled under the messy sheets.
She rested her head on my chest again, legs tangled with mine. My hand stroked up and down her back in slow, soothing motions. The room was quiet except for our breathing and the distant sound of the city waking up outside.
“I love our mornings,” she whispered, pressing a kiss right over my heart. “No schedules, no cameras… just us.”
“Me too,” I answered, hugging her tighter. “Best part of every day.”
We talked softly about little things — what she wanted for breakfast, how her upcoming schedule looked, silly dreams she’d had the night before. Karina’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin while I played with her hair. Every now and then she’d lean up for another kiss, slow and full of love. There was no rush to leave the bed. These quiet moments were ours, and we held onto them as long as we could.
Eventually, the sun grew brighter and her stomach growled softly. I laughed and kissed the top of her head.
“Stay here. I’ll make you something,” I said, starting to get up.
But she pulled me back down with a pout. “Five more minutes. I’m not ready to share you with the day yet.”
I smiled and settled back in, wrapping her in my arms again. We cuddled even closer, bodies warm and satisfied. I could feel her heartbeat against mine, steady and comforting. In these moments, Karina wasn’t the idol the world saw. She was just my girlfriend — soft, loving, and completely mine.
When we finally got up, I made her favorite breakfast while she showered. She came out wearing one of my shirts, hair still damp, and hugged me from behind as I cooked. We ate together at the small table by the window, stealing kisses between bites and talking about everything and nothing.
Mornings with Karina had become my favorite routine. The slow, loving sex, the endless cuddles afterward, the way she looked at me like I was her whole world — it made every challenge outside these walls feel manageable. She was the brightest part of my days, and I hoped these quiet, intimate mornings would last forever.
Later, as she got ready to head to the company, she pulled me in for one last long hug at the door. “Thank you for this morning,” she whispered against my chest. “I’ll be thinking about it all day.”
I kissed her forehead. “I love you. Come home to me later, okay?”
“Always,” she promised with a soft smile.
Watching her leave, I already couldn’t wait for tomorrow morning and our next routine.
The End.
(Last Post for Today, Good Night Everyone. - Jaewon)
Chaewon and I have been keeping our relationship secret for months while I work behind the scenes with LE SSERAFIM. During a late-night choreography session, the tension becomes too much, leading us to sneak into a private room for quiet, loving, and risky sex that leaves us closer than ever.
The practice room lights were dimmed low, most of the main overheads turned off hours ago. Only a few soft spotlights remained, casting gentle shadows across the mirrored walls. It was past midnight, and the rest of the members had already gone back to the dorm to rest. Chaewon had asked me to stay behind for “extra choreography practice,” and since I handled some of the behind-the-scenes scheduling and support for the group, no one questioned it. No one knew the real reason.
We had been together in secret for almost six months now. Stolen moments in hallways, quiet texts late at night, and these rare private sessions where we could finally drop the professional act. Chaewon looked beautiful under the soft lights, her hair tied in a loose ponytail, wearing a simple oversized t-shirt and tight practice shorts that showed off her toned legs. She was small but carried so much power when she danced. Right now, though, the choreography was the last thing on either of our minds.
We had been “practicing” for about twenty minutes, but our eyes kept meeting in the mirror, the air between us growing thicker. Finally, she walked over and took my hand, pulling me toward the small private studio room connected to the main hall — the one used for recording dance videos or one-on-one coaching.
“Lock the door,” she whispered, voice already a little breathless.
I clicked the lock and turned to her. Chaewon stepped close, rising on her tiptoes to kiss me. It started soft and sweet, the kind of kiss that reminded me why we kept risking everything. Her lips were warm and familiar. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her smaller body against mine as the kiss deepened. She sighed into my mouth, hands sliding up my chest.
“We have to be quiet,” she murmured against my lips, even though we were alone. “The security guards still do rounds.”
I nodded, kissing her again, slower this time. My hands roamed down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing gently. Chaewon let out a tiny whimper and pressed closer, grinding against me. I could already feel myself getting hard. She noticed too. Her hand slipped between us and palmed me through my shorts.
“You’re so hard already,” she whispered with a soft, shy smile. “Did you miss me that much today?”
“Always,” I answered honestly, voice low. I kissed her neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive spot I knew she loved. She tilted her head to give me better access, biting her lip to stay quiet.
We moved to the small couch in the corner of the private room. I sat down and she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. We made out like teenagers, hands exploring under clothes. I slipped my hands under her t-shirt, cupping her bare breasts. Her nipples were already hard. I teased them with my thumbs while she rocked against me.
Chaewon pulled my shorts down just enough to free my cock. Her small, soft hand wrapped around me and started stroking slowly, twisting at the head the way I liked. The feeling was incredible. I groaned quietly into her mouth, trying my best to stay silent.
“Shhh, baby,” she teased softly, even though she was the one making it hard for me. She stroked me faster, her grip perfect. Then she slid off my lap and knelt between my legs on the floor. She looked up at me with those bright, sparkling eyes as she leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to tip.
She took her time worshipping me. First, she licked and sucked gently on my balls, her tongue warm and gentle, sending shivers up my spine. I had to grip the edge of the couch to keep from making too much noise. Then she moved back to my cock, taking me into her mouth in one smooth motion. The blowjob was wet and loving — she bobbed her head slowly at first, then faster, sucking with just the right pressure. Her tongue pressed against the underside while her hand stroked the base.
“You taste so good,” she whispered when she pulled off for air, stroking me steadily. “I love having you in my mouth like this.”
I pulled her back up for another deep kiss before things went too far. We switched positions, and I laid her down gently on the couch. I peeled her shorts and panties off, spreading her legs. She was already soaked. I kissed down her body, spending extra time on her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples until she was squirming. Then I moved lower, licking her slowly, savoring how sweet she tasted.
Chaewon covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her moans. “Feels so good… don’t stop, please.”
I added a finger, then two, curling them while my tongue focused on her clit. Her hips bucked softly, and I could tell she was getting close. But she tugged my hair gently, pulling me up.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered urgently. “Now.”
I positioned myself between her legs and slid in slowly, savoring every inch. She was tight and warm, fitting me perfectly. We both let out quiet sighs of relief. I started thrusting gently at first, keeping the rhythm steady and deep. The couch creaked softly beneath us, but we tried to stay as quiet as possible. Every moan she made was muffled against my shoulder.
We changed positions carefully. She turned over, gripping the back of the couch as I took her from behind. This angle let me go deeper, and I reached around to rub her clit while thrusting. Chaewon pushed back against me, meeting every movement.
“Faster… but quiet,” she breathed. Her voice was full of need.
I sped up, one hand on her hip and the other covering her mouth gently as she got louder. The risk of getting caught made everything feel more intense. We moved together perfectly, bodies slick with sweat despite the air conditioning.
After a while, she turned back around to face me, legs wrapped around my waist. We were in missionary on the couch now, eyes locked. I thrust deep and steady, kissing her through every moan. The intimacy of it — secret, loving, just us — made my heart feel full even as the pleasure built.
“I’m close,” I whispered against her lips.
“Cum in my mouth,” she answered softly, eyes shining with love and desire. “I want to taste you.”
I pulled out and she quickly moved down, taking me back into her warm mouth. She sucked eagerly, hand stroking fast. It only took a few seconds before I came hard, groaning as quietly as I could while filling her mouth with thick ropes of cum. Chaewon swallowed every drop, licking me clean afterward with gentle, caring strokes of her tongue.
We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath. Then I pulled her up into my arms, holding her close on the couch. She curled against my chest, legs tangled with mine. I stroked her hair slowly, pressing soft kisses to her forehead and temple.
“You okay?” I asked quietly.
“More than okay,” she murmured, snuggling closer. “I needed that. Needed you.”
We talked in hushed voices for a long time afterward. About how much we missed being able to act normal in front of others, about how hard it was keeping the secret, but how worth it everything felt. Chaewon traced little patterns on my chest with her finger while I held her tight. Her body was warm and soft against mine, and I never wanted to let go.
Eventually, exhaustion from the long practice and everything we’d just done caught up with us. I grabbed the spare blanket from the shelf and covered us both. We fell asleep right there on the couch, wrapped up in each other. Chaewon’s head rested on my chest, her breathing slow and even. I stayed awake a little longer, just watching her sleep, feeling incredibly lucky.
Sometime in the early morning, before the building got busy again, I woke her with gentle kisses. We cleaned up quickly, fixed our clothes, and made sure there was no trace of what had happened. Chaewon gave me one last long hug before we slipped back into the main practice room like nothing had changed.
But everything had. These secret moments — the quiet sex, the loving aftercare, falling asleep together — kept us going. She was my everything, even if the world couldn’t know it yet. And I was hers.
Later that day, during regular practice with the full group, our eyes would meet across the room and she’d give me that tiny, secret smile that was just for me. It was enough. For now, it was more than enough.
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:08 AM. Director Park’s precise handwriting detailed the day’s assignment: "Shin Yuna (ITZY) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Comeback Flexibility Evaluation. Emphasis on lower body flexibility, foot and ankle resilience, and external fluid response testing due to high-intensity dance choreography and visual shoots. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist with positioning and documentation. Special lower extremity protocol authorized."
Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo reviewed the file in the preparation room. At twenty-one, Yuna was known for her exceptional flexibility and powerful stage presence, making this evaluation critical. The FBIA wing maintained its usual serene atmosphere—soft lighting, controlled temperature, and complete privacy.
Agent Kang entered first, broad and efficient. “All equipment prepared, Inspector. Extra warming oils for lower extremities and specialized lubricants ready.”
Agent Lee followed, tablet in hand. “Miss Yuna has arrived. She reviewed the full protocol, including the special foot method. She seems energetic but aware of the thoroughness.”
Park Gunwoo nodded. “Reconfirm consent frequently. Bring her in.”
Yuna entered the suite with bright, youthful energy mixed with professional focus. The ITZY member’s long limbs and striking visuals were immediately apparent as she held the white robe closed.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted with a polite bow. “I’m ready for the flexibility check. The new choreography is really pushing my limits.”
Park Gunwoo offered a reassuring smile. “We’ll ensure your body is fully prepared, Yuna. The Bureau requires a complete Level 3 protocol with a special lower extremity test. Full sensory mapping with fingers and tongue on every part. Consent is yours throughout. Do you agree to the full protocol?”
Yuna nodded confidently. “I consent to everything.”
“Understood. Remove the robe and lie face up on the table.”
She let the robe fall, revealing her tall, youthful, athletic body: perky, firm breasts with sensitive pink nipples, a toned slim waist, long powerful legs, a smooth shaved mound, and notably elegant, flexible feet that were central to her dance performances. Her skin was smooth and radiant.
Park Gunwoo started the visual assessment, circling slowly as Agent Lee documented. “Excellent flexibility indicators. Strong lower body tone with focus on ankles and feet.”
He began palpation at her neck and shoulders, fingers working out tension from intense practices. Agent Kang supported her upper back. Park Gunwoo’s tongue traced her collarbones and both armpits with slow, thorough licks. He moved to her breasts, cupping and kneading them before licking and sucking the nipples until they peaked. Yuna’s breathing quickened into soft moans.
After detailed torso and back checks (Agent Kang assisting turns, Agent Lee applying oil), they reached the lower body. Park Gunwoo parted her long legs. Agent Kang held one open. His fingers spread her folds, stroking every sensitive detail while his tongue delivered long, dedicated licks from entrance to clit. Yuna touched herself as instructed, rubbing her clit until she trembled and squirted powerfully across his tongue and fingers in clear, warm waves. He guided her through the intense peak.
After recovery, the special lower extremity protocol began.
“Special foot resilience and external fluid response test now,” Park Gunwoo announced. “This evaluates ankle flexibility and foot endurance under dynamic pressure, critical for your choreography. You will perform foot stimulation on me while I continue full-body mapping. At climax, I will release on your feet. You will then spread and massage the fluid for absorption checking. Consent confirmed?”
Yuna’s cheeks flushed, but she nodded. “I consent to the special method.”
With Agent Kang supporting her back and legs in a comfortable reclined position and Agent Lee providing lubrication, Yuna lifted her elegant feet. She pressed them together around Park Gunwoo’s hardened length, using her flexible soles and toes to stroke him. Her footjob was surprisingly skilled — long, smooth strokes along her arches, toes curling and gripping, alternating pressure with impressive control for a dancer’s precision.
Park Gunwoo continued the sensory mapping, licking across her breasts, neck, inner thighs, and along her legs while she worked. Yuna’s feet moved with rhythmic focus, sliding up and down his shaft, occasionally using her toes to tease the head. The slick, warm sensation of her soft soles and flexible toes built steadily.
After several minutes of intense foot stimulation, Park Gunwoo reached his limit. “Release phase.”
Yuna kept her feet pressed together as he came, thick warm ropes of cum landing across her soles, arches, and toes. She continued gentle stroking to draw out every drop, then, as instructed, used her fingers to spread the fluid thoroughly across both feet — massaging it into her skin, between her toes, and along her arches. Park Gunwoo assisted with his own fingers and tongue, licking and spreading the mixture while checking skin response and absorption. No adverse reactions were observed; her feet showed healthy resilience.
The session continued with posterior lower body checks: ass kneading, deep cleft licking over her tight hole, thighs, behind the knees, and final thorough foot worship (despite the earlier release, he licked and sucked each toe individually, mapping the now-sensitive skin).
The full session lasted nearly three hours. Yuna lay flushed and glistening, every body part thoroughly inspected, licked, and checked.
Park Gunwoo helped her sit up and draped a fresh robe around her shoulders, gently cleaning residual fluids. “Outstanding results, Yuna. The foot protocol confirmed excellent flexibility and resilience. The squirting and external response tests show strong overall endurance. You’re cleared with high recommendations.”
Yuna looked at him with hazy, satisfied eyes, lightly flexing her feet. “Thank you, Inspector Park Gunwoo… and the team. That was really intense, especially the special foot method, but I feel so much more flexible and confident now. My feet feel… cared for.”
Agent Kang gave an approving nod. “Protocol complete.”
Agent Lee finalized the report. “Data transmitted. Rest those talented feet well, Miss Yuna.”
As she prepared to leave, Park Gunwoo walked her to the door. “The FBIA supports your performances. Contact us if any tightness returns before the comeback.”
Yuna offered a bright, genuine smile. “I will. Thank you again.”
The door closed softly. Park Gunwoo cleaned up, reflecting on the specialized adaptations required for different idols.
Agent Lee remarked lightly, “Her foot technique was impressively precise. Tomorrow’s order incoming.”
Park Gunwoo checked the secure tablet. “The Bureau’s pace never slows.”
A quiet evening at home turns passionate when Momo, the loving and playful wife, decides to surprise her husband with a wilder side. What follows is an intimate, affectionate night filled with teasing, pleasure, and the deep trust they share as a married couple.
The apartment was peaceful after dinner. I had just finished washing the dishes when I felt arms wrap around me from behind. Momo rested her chin on my shoulder, her body warm against my back. She was still wearing the simple oversized t-shirt and shorts she’d changed into after work, but there was something different in the way she held me tonight.
“Missed you today,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my neck. “You’ve been such a good husband lately. I think you deserve a reward.”
I turned around in her arms and smiled down at her. Even after years of marriage, Momo still made my heart skip. “What kind of reward are we talking about?”
She bit her lip, eyes sparkling with that playful, naughty glint I knew so well. “The kind where your wild wife takes care of you completely.”
She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. The lights were dimmed low, and she had already set out a couple of candles that filled the room with a soft vanilla scent. Momo pushed me gently onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling my waist as she kissed me deeply. Her kisses were hungry tonight, full of love but also clear desire.
“I want to try something new tonight,” she whispered against my lips. “If you’re okay with it.”
“Anything with you,” I replied, hands sliding up her thighs.
She smiled and started undressing me slowly, kissing every inch of skin she revealed. Once I was naked, she took her own clothes off, revealing her beautiful body. Her full breasts, toned waist, and that perfect ass that always drove me crazy.
Momo wrapped her soft hand around my cock, stroking me slowly at first. “Already so hard for me. My husband is so eager.”
She leaned down and gave me a long, loving blowjob. Her mouth was warm and wet, tongue swirling around the head before she took me deeper. She hummed happily, the vibration sending pleasure up my spine. One hand stroked the base while the other gently played with my balls.
“You taste so good,” she said when she pulled off for air, continuing with her hand. “I could do this all night.”
After a while she moved up, pressing her breasts together around my shaft for a titjob. The soft, warm pressure felt incredible as she moved them up and down, occasionally licking the tip when it poked through.
“Like that?” she asked, looking up at me with loving eyes. “Your cock looks so nice between my tits.”
I groaned in response, thrusting gently between them. Momo kept going until I was throbbing, then shifted higher so I could return the favor. I laid her on her back and spread her legs, burying my face between her thighs. I licked and sucked on her pussy eagerly, focusing on her clit while sliding two fingers inside her.
Momo’s moans filled the room, sweet and unrestrained. “Yes… just like that, baby. Your tongue feels amazing on my pussy.”
I ate her out thoroughly, bringing her to the edge and then over it. She came with a shudder, thighs squeezing around my head as she cried out my name. I kept licking her gently through the aftershocks until she pulled me up for a deep kiss.
“I want you in my ass tonight,” she whispered, cheeks flushed. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. Want to feel my husband deep inside me there.”
The dirty talk from my usually sweet wife made me even harder. We prepared carefully, using plenty of lube and going slow. Momo got on all fours, looking back at me with trust and excitement in her eyes.
“Be gentle at first,” she said softly. “But then I want you to fuck me properly.”
I rubbed my cock against her tight entrance, pushing in slowly. The feeling was incredibly tight and hot. Momo let out a long moan, gripping the sheets.
“Fuck… you’re so big,” she breathed. “Fill my ass, baby.”
I went inch by inch until I was fully inside her. We stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust. Then I started moving, slow thrusts at first that gradually became deeper and firmer. Momo pushed back against me, meeting my movements.
“Harder,” she moaned. “I can take it. Fuck your wild wife’s ass.”
I gripped her hips and gave her what she wanted, thrusting deeper while reaching around to rub her clit. The sounds of our bodies meeting mixed with her sweet, filthy words.
“You feel so good back there,” I groaned. “So tight for me.”
Momo’s moans grew louder as pleasure built for both of us. We changed positions—she rode me in reverse cowgirl, bouncing on my cock with her ass while I watched the incredible view. Then back to doggy, then missionary with her legs over my shoulders so I could see her face as I fucked her ass.
“I’m gonna cum again,” she gasped, fingers rubbing her own clit fast. “Cum inside my ass when you’re ready, okay? Fill me up.”
Her second orgasm hit hard, her whole body trembling as her ass clenched around me. That pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came, pumping thick ropes of cum inside her ass. The pleasure was intense, leaving both of us breathless.
We stayed connected for a while, kissing softly as we came down. I pulled out carefully and cleaned us both up with a warm towel, then pulled her into my arms under the covers.
“You were amazing,” I whispered, stroking her hair. “My wild and sweet wife.”
Momo nuzzled into my chest, tracing patterns on my skin. “I love being able to share everything with you. Even the naughty parts. It makes me feel so close to you.”
We talked quietly afterward, laughing about how bold she had been and making plans for more lazy mornings and passionate nights. She fell asleep first, curled up against me with a content smile on her face.
Lying there holding my wife, I felt incredibly lucky. Momo brought so much love, laughter, and excitement into our marriage. Whether she was being my gentle partner during the day or my wild wife at night, every moment with her felt perfect.
As sleep started to pull me under, I kissed the top of her head one more time. “Love you forever.”
Even in her sleep, she snuggled closer, like she heard me. That was us—best friends, lovers, and partners who could be sweet and filthy together without ever losing the deep affection that held us close.
Karina has been my girlfriend for over a year, but her jealousy toward Giselle during practice sessions keeps sparking arguments. After one heated night, I apologize the best way I know how — with soft kisses, worship, and all the love she deserves in this fluffy, passionate makeup session that leaves us tangled and closer than ever.
The dorm was quiet except for the low buzz of the city outside the window and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Karina and I had just gotten back from a long practice day, and the tension between us had been building since the van ride home. She was still in her practice clothes — a cropped black hoodie that clung to her curves and loose sweatpants that hung low on her hips. Her long dark hair was tied up messily, a few strands framing her flushed face. Even tired and annoyed, she looked stunning. She always did.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her pace in front of me. The argument had started over something small but had snowballed, like it always did when Giselle’s name came up. Karina had been extra sharp during choreography checks today, her eyes flicking toward her member whenever Giselle laughed or stood too close during partner sections. I’d tried to brush it off earlier, but in the car she’d finally snapped.
“You always defend her,” Karina had said, voice tight. “Every single time. Do you even notice how you look at her when she dances?”
It wasn’t true, but jealousy had a way of twisting things in her mind after exhausting schedules. I knew she was tired, stressed, and carrying the weight of being the leader. Still, the words had stung.
Now, back in her room, she stopped pacing and crossed her arms, looking at me with those sharp, beautiful eyes that could melt me in seconds.
“I’m sorry,” I said before she could start again. My voice was soft, sincere. I stood up and stepped closer, reaching for her hands. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. Giselle is just a friend and your member. You’re the one I come home to. You’re the one I love.”
Karina’s shoulders relaxed a fraction, but she still looked guarded. I hated seeing that distance in her eyes. So instead of more words, I cupped her face gently and whispered, “Kiss me.”
She hesitated for half a second, then leaned in. The kiss started slow and tentative, like she was testing if I really meant the apology. But when I pulled her closer, hands sliding down to her waist, she melted into it. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and the kiss deepened, turning warmer, needier. I could taste the faint sweetness of the strawberry lip balm she always wore.
I broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her lips, “Let me show you how sorry I am, baby.”
My fingers found the waistband of her sweatpants and eased them down slowly, letting them pool at her ankles. She stepped out of them without breaking eye contact. Underneath, she wore simple black panties that made her long legs look even more endless. I knelt down, pressing soft kisses along her thighs as I helped her out of the rest of her clothes. When I stood back up, she was in just her cropped hoodie, and I gently tugged that off too until she stood completely bare in front of me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I breathed, meaning every word. Karina’s body was toned from years of dancing — smooth skin, full breasts, tiny waist, and hips that curved perfectly. I leaned in and kissed her again, deeper this time, my hands roaming her back and sides.
She sighed into my mouth as I guided her toward the bed. I sat down first, pulling her between my legs. My hands cupped her breasts, feeling their weight and warmth. They were perfect — soft, full, with pretty pink nipples that hardened instantly under my thumbs. I worshipped them slowly, kissing the valley between them before taking one nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around it while my other hand kneaded the other breast.
Karina moaned softly, her fingers threading through my hair. “That feels good…” she whispered, voice already breathy.
I switched sides, giving the other nipple the same loving attention — licking, sucking, lightly grazing with my teeth just the way she liked. Her back arched, pushing more of her chest into my face. I could have stayed there for hours, kissing and sucking on her perfect tits, telling her between kisses how much I loved them, how much I loved her.
After a while, she pulled me up for another heated kiss. Her hands moved down to my shorts, tugging at the fabric. “Off,” she murmured, a small smile finally breaking through.
I stood and let her remove my shorts and boxers herself. My cock sprang free, already hard and aching from touching her. Karina wrapped her soft hand around me, stroking slowly as she looked up at me with those dark, sparkling eyes.
She pushed me gently back onto the bed and climbed between my legs. Leaning forward, she pressed her breasts together around my shaft, creating that warm, soft pressure I loved. The titjob started slow — she moved her chest up and down, squeezing me between her full tits while looking straight into my eyes. The sight was incredible. Every time the head of my cock peeked out from between them, she leaned down and gave it a wet lick or a soft kiss.
“Fuck, Karina… you’re so hot,” I groaned, hips twitching.
She smiled, clearly enjoying how much power she had over me right now. She sped up a little, sliding her breasts along my length while one hand stroked the base. The soft, warm friction combined with her tongue teasing the tip had me throbbing in no time.
After a few minutes, she shifted lower and took me into her mouth. The blowjob was gentle at first — warm, wet kisses along the shaft, then slow, deep sucks that made my toes curl. Her tongue pressed against the underside as she bobbed her head, taking more of me each time. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit, while the other gently played with my balls. The sounds she made — soft hums and wet slurps — were driving me crazy.
“You taste so good,” she whispered when she pulled off for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. She stroked me firmly with her slick hand, eyes locked on mine the whole time. “I love making you feel like this.”
I was getting close, but I didn’t want it to end yet. I sat up and pulled her into a deep kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. Then I flipped us carefully so she was on her back. I kissed down her body again, paying extra attention to her breasts before moving lower. I spread her legs and worshipped her with my mouth, licking and sucking on her clit until she was moaning loudly, fingers gripping my hair.
When she was dripping wet and trembling, I moved back up and positioned myself between her thighs. I rubbed my cock against her entrance, teasing her for a moment before sliding in slowly. Karina gasped, nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely.
“You feel perfect,” I whispered, staying still inside her so she could adjust. “So tight and warm… I love you so much.”
We started moving together — slow, deep thrusts at first. I kept kissing her, swallowing her moans while my hands roamed her body. I worshipped her breasts again, sucking on her nipples as I rocked into her. Karina wrapped her legs around my waist, heels pressing into my back, urging me deeper.
“Harder, baby,” she breathed. “I need you.”
I picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room along with her sweet moans. We changed positions after a while — she turned onto her hands and knees, and I took her from behind, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other squeezed her breast. She came hard like that, pussy clenching around me as she cried out my name.
I pulled out before I finished and flipped her onto her back again. She pushed her breasts together invitingly, and I straddled her chest. She stroked me fast with both hands while I thrust between her tits. The pressure built quickly.
“I’m close,” I groaned.
“Cum on them,” she whispered, eyes shining with love and lust. “I want to feel it.”
A few more strokes and I came with a deep groan, thick ropes of cum painting her beautiful breasts and collarbone. Karina watched with a satisfied little smile, milking every drop.
I collapsed beside her, breathing hard. Without a word, I grabbed a warm towel from the bathroom and gently cleaned her up, kissing every spot I wiped. Then I pulled her into my arms. We lay tangled together under the soft blanket, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. I stroked her hair slowly, pressing kisses to her forehead.
“I’m really sorry about earlier,” I murmured. “You’re the only one I want. Giselle doesn’t even compare to you.”
Karina snuggled closer, tracing patterns on my stomach with her finger. “I know. I get too jealous sometimes… especially when I’m tired. Thank you for being patient with me.”
We talked quietly for a long time after that — about practice, about how stressful her schedule was, about little things that made us laugh. She told me how safe she felt with me, how my touch always melted her worries away. I told her how proud I was of her, how she shined brightest on stage, and how lucky I was to be the one she came home to.
Eventually her breathing slowed, and I felt her relax completely against me. I kept stroking her back in gentle circles until I drifted off too, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
Waking up a couple hours later, I found her still curled into my side. The room was dark except for the city lights filtering through the curtains. I kissed the top of her head and pulled the blanket higher around us. Karina stirred, pressing a sleepy kiss to my chest.
“Stay with me tonight?” she whispered.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I answered, hugging her tighter.
We made love one more time in the middle of the night — slower and even more intimate this time. Missionary again, eyes locked, whispering “I love you” between every thrust. She came first, trembling beneath me, and I followed right after, burying myself deep as I filled her. Afterward, we cleaned up quickly and returned to our favorite position: her in my arms, bodies pressed close, hearts beating together.
Karina was the hottest girlfriend anyone could ask for — talented, passionate, sometimes jealous, but always so full of love once the walls came down. And I was going to keep proving to her every single day that she was my only one.
After a long night drinking with his fellow officers at a comedy bar, the secret husband of Jeongyeon comes home drunk and needy. Too intoxicated to move properly, he can only beg for his wife’s touch. Jeongyeon, amused and loving, takes full control in a gentle femdom night filled with handjobs, blowjobs, titjobs, and passionate riding until he fills her completely.
The front door opened with a clumsy rattle at 1:47 AM. I stumbled in, jacket half-off, tie loosened, the smell of soju and cheap bar snacks clinging to my clothes. The comedy bar with the guys had started as a quick drink after shift and turned into something longer. Too long. My head was spinning, legs unsteady, but the second I saw Jeongyeon waiting on the couch in one of my old police academy shirts, everything felt a little clearer.
She looked up from her phone, eyebrows raised, a mix of amusement and fondness on her face. “Look who finally decided to come home. You smell like a bar exploded on you, officer.”
I grinned stupidly, kicking my shoes off and nearly falling over. “Missed you, wife. The guys kept buying rounds. Said I had to celebrate closing that big case.”
Jeongyeon stood up and walked over, steadying me with both hands on my chest. Even tipsy, I could see the love in her eyes. We had been secretly married for almost two years now — no big wedding, no public announcement. Just us, a quiet ceremony, and stolen nights like this where she could be my wife without the world knowing.
“You’re drunk,” she said, but she was smiling. “And horny. I can feel you against my thigh already.”
I groaned, leaning into her. “Been thinking about you all night. Want you so bad, baby. Please… fuck your husband.”
She laughed softly, that low, warm sound that always made my chest feel full. “You can barely stand, and you want sex? Cute. But okay. Mommy will take care of you tonight.”
She guided me to the bedroom, one arm around my waist. I collapsed onto the bed, the room spinning a little, but my cock was rock hard in my pants. Jeongyeon climbed on top, straddling my hips, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt.
“Look at you,” she murmured, running her hands over my chest. “My big, strong police officer, too drunk to move. Guess I’ll have to do all the work.”
Her hand slid down and unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out. It sprang up, thick and throbbing. She wrapped her soft hand around it and started stroking slowly, twisting her wrist at the head.
“Already leaking for me,” she teased, thumb spreading the precum. “Such a needy husband.”
The handjob was perfect — firm, steady, her fingers knowing exactly how I liked it. I groaned, hips twitching uselessly beneath her. “Baby… please… suck it.”
She smirked, that playful femdom energy she got when I was like this. “Begging already? Cute.” She slid down my body and took me into her mouth without warning. The blowjob was wet and loving. She sucked hard, tongue swirling around the head before taking me deeper. Spit dripped down my shaft as she bobbed, humming happily around me.
“Fuck, Jeongyeon… your mouth is so good,” I slurred, hand weakly in her hair.
She pulled off for a second, stroking me fast. “You like when your wife sucks your drunk cock? Like when I spoil you after a long night?”
I nodded, groaning. She dove back down, sucking harder until I came down her throat with a shaky moan. She swallowed everything, licking me clean with a satisfied hum.
“Not done with you yet,” she whispered, climbing back up. She pulled her shirt off, revealing her full breasts. No bra. She pressed them together around my still-hard cock, the titjob slow and teasing. “Watch my tits, baby. Watch how they look wrapped around your cock.”
She moved them up and down, licking the head every time it appeared. The softness, the warmth, the way she looked at me — it was too much. I came again, painting her chest and neck with thick ropes. Jeongyeon moaned softly, rubbing my cum into her skin like lotion.
She straddled me again, guiding my cock to her soaked pussy and sinking down slowly. “Now I’m going to ride my drunk husband until he fills me up.”
Cowgirl was perfect. She rolled her hips in deep circles at first, then bounced faster, tits jiggling in my face. I sucked on them hungrily, hands on her ass as she rode me. Jeongyeon moaned louder, talking dirty in that sweet voice.
“Feel how wet I am for you? Your cock feels so good inside your wife. Cum inside me, baby. Fill me deep.”
I thrust up weakly, the alcohol making my movements sloppy but desperate. She came first, pussy clenching tight as she squirted on my cock, moaning my name. I followed right after, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
She kept riding slowly through it, grinding down to take every drop. Then she climbed off and lay beside me, pulling me into her arms.
“You did so well,” she whispered, kissing my forehead. “Even drunk, you still make me feel so full.”
I nuzzled into her chest, already drifting off. “Love you, wife.”
She stroked my hair gently. “Love you more, husband. Sleep now. I’ll take care of everything tomorrow.”
We fell asleep like that — her leg thrown over mine, my face buried between her breasts, the room smelling like sex and the faint trace of soju. Jeongyeon was my secret wife, my rock, the woman who could turn even my drunk, clumsy nights into something beautiful.
The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:10 AM. Director Park’s elegant script detailed the assignment: "Myoui Mina (TWICE) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Comeback Vitality Check. Focus on overall flexibility, oral endurance, and full-body recovery following extended hiatus recovery and group activities. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist. Special oral response protocol authorized."
Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo reviewed the file in the preparation room. Mina’s graceful presence and technical dance style required meticulous verification. The FBIA wing remained quiet and controlled, perfect for the day’s thorough session.
Agent Kang entered, precise as always. “Equipment ready, Inspector. Warming oils, lubricants, and all tools sterilized.”
Agent Lee followed. “Miss Mina has arrived. She’s been briefed on the full protocol including the special oral method. She appears calm and prepared.”
Park Gunwoo nodded. “Reconfirm consent repeatedly. Escort her in.”
Mina entered the suite with her signature elegant poise. The TWICE member’s long dark hair framed her delicate, beautiful features. She clutched the white robe, offering a soft bow.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted gently. “I’m ready for the vitality check. I want to make sure my body is fully recovered.”
Park Gunwoo gave a reassuring smile. “Your well-being comes first, Mina. The Bureau requires a complete Level 3 protocol with a special oral endurance test. Full sensory mapping with fingers and tongue across every part. Consent is yours at every step. Do you agree to the full protocol?”
Mina nodded. “I consent to everything.”
“Understood. Remove the robe and lie face up.”
She let the robe fall, revealing her elegant, slender-yet-curved body: gracefully full breasts with soft pink nipples, a slim waist, gently flared hips, long toned legs, a smooth shaved mound, and delicate feet. Her skin was porcelain-smooth under the warm lights.
Park Gunwoo performed the visual assessment while Agent Lee documented. “Excellent recovery tone. Minor residual stiffness in hips and shoulders.”
He began palpation at her neck and shoulders, fingers working deeply. Agent Kang supported her. Park Gunwoo’s tongue traced her collarbones and both armpits with slow, thorough licks, noting her subtle shivers. He moved to her breasts, cupping and kneading them before licking and sucking the sensitive nipples. Mina’s breathing grew heavier.
After thorough torso and back checks (with Agent Kang assisting turns and Agent Lee applying oil), they reached the lower body. Park Gunwoo parted her legs, Agent Kang holding one open. His fingers spread her folds, stroking every detail while his tongue delivered long, dedicated licks. Mina touched herself as instructed, building to a powerful orgasm where she squirted across his tongue in warm waves. He guided her through it gently.
After recovery, the special oral protocol began.
“Special oral endurance test now,” Park Gunwoo announced professionally. “This evaluates throat control and fluid response, relevant to performance demands. You will perform oral stimulation on me while I continue body mapping. Consent confirmed?”
Mina’s cheeks flushed but she nodded. “I consent.”
With Agent Kang supporting her upper body and Agent Lee providing lubrication, Mina knelt gracefully on the table edge. Her soft lips wrapped around Park Gunwoo’s length. She began slowly, tongue swirling, taking him deeper with focused dedication. Her head bobbed with elegant rhythm, hands stroking the base as she sucked and licked. Park Gunwoo continued mapping her body — licking her breasts, neck, and shoulders while she worked.
Her technique was thorough and attentive, humming softly around him. The wet sounds filled the room. After several minutes of intense oral stimulation, Park Gunwoo reached his limit.
“Release incoming,” he warned.
Mina kept him in her mouth as he came, thick warm spurts filling her mouth. She swallowed carefully, a small amount dripping from her lips. Park Gunwoo used his fingers to spread the remainder across her lips and chin, checking skin response.
The session continued with posterior checks — ass kneading, deep cleft licking, thighs, behind knees, and full foot worship with toe sucking and sole licking.
Nearly three hours had passed when the main protocol concluded. Mina sat up, still flushed. As Park Gunwoo helped her with the robe, she hesitated, voice soft and trembling with need.
“Inspector Park Gunwoo… everything felt so intense. I feel so sensitive and empty now. Can we… can you fuck me? Please? Just once. I need it. I’m begging you.”
Park Gunwoo froze, expression serious. “Mina, that violates core FBIA protocol. No penetrative sex is permitted.”
Mina’s eyes were pleading, voice desperate. “Please… I’ve never asked for anything like this. Just this once. I need to feel you inside me. I’m begging.”
Park Gunwoo exhaled slowly, then reached for the secure line. “I will call Director Park for authorization. This cannot be on record if approved.”
The Director answered promptly. Park Gunwoo explained the situation briefly and professionally. After a long pause, Director Park’s voice came through clearly: “One-time off-record authorization granted for this session only. Not documented. Ensure absolute discretion. Complete the protocol as needed.”
Park Gunwoo ended the call and looked at Mina. “Permission granted off-record. This is a violation of standard rules, but authorized this once. Full consent?”
Mina nodded eagerly. “Yes. Please.”
Agent Kang and Agent Lee stepped back to the observation area for privacy. Park Gunwoo laid Mina back on the table. He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his length along her soaked folds before slowly pushing inside. Mina moaned loudly as he filled her completely. He began thrusting steadily, deep and controlled, while his hands and mouth continued worshipping her breasts and neck.
The sensation was intense after hours of teasing. Mina wrapped her legs around him, begging softly between moans. Park Gunwoo fucked her thoroughly — strong, deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot until she came hard around him, squirting again. He followed soon after, pulling out to release across her stomach and breasts.
They remained still for a moment, breathing heavily. Park Gunwoo cleaned her gently and helped her dress.
“This never happened on record,” he reminded her quietly. “For your safety and the Bureau’s.”
Mina smiled softly, satisfied. “I understand. Thank you… for everything.”
She left the suite. Park Gunwoo cleaned up, the weight of the off-record violation lingering. Agent Kang and Agent Lee returned without comment, maintaining professional silence.
The Bureau’s work continued, but some boundaries, once crossed, changed the dynamic forever.
The library had closed an hour ago, but the old classroom building stayed open late for students pulling all-nighters. Chaewon and I were the only ones left in room 312, notes scattered across the desks, empty coffee cups everywhere. She was in her usual school uniform — white blouse hugging her slim figure, pleated skirt riding up her thighs whenever she crossed her legs. Her short hair framed her face perfectly, and those sharp, pretty eyes kept glancing at me instead of the textbook.
“You’re not focusing either,” she said with a small laugh, poking my arm. “We’ve been here three hours and we’ve barely covered half the material.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Hard to focus when you keep smiling like that.”
Chaewon’s cheeks turned pink, but she didn’t look away. We’d been dancing around this for weeks — sitting together in class, sharing notes, walking to the station after school. There was always this warm, fluffy tension between us. Tonight it felt thicker.
She stood up and walked over to my desk, leaning against it. “Maybe we need a break.” Her voice was softer now. She glanced at the door — locked, lights dimmed low. The hallway outside was silent.
Before I could reply, she leaned down and kissed me. It started sweet, almost shy, her lips soft and warm. I pulled her closer, hands on her waist, and the kiss deepened. She tasted like the strawberry lip balm she always wore. When we broke apart, both of us breathing heavier, she whispered, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Me too,” I admitted, heart racing. “You’re more than just my classmate, Chaewon.”
She smiled that bright, genuine smile and climbed onto my lap, straddling me right there in the desk chair. Her skirt bunched up around her hips as she kissed me again, hungrier this time. My hands slid under her blouse, feeling smooth skin and the lace of her bra. She rocked gently against me, already feeling how hard I was getting.
“Someone might come,” I murmured against her neck, but I didn’t stop kissing her.
“That’s what makes it exciting,” she replied, biting her lip. “Be quick… but good.”
Chaewon slid off my lap and knelt between my legs. She looked up at me with those pretty eyes as she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was already throbbing. She wrapped her small hand around it, stroking slowly at first.
“You’re big,” she whispered, almost shy. Then she leaned in and took me into her mouth. The blowjob was warm and eager. She started with soft licks along the shaft, then wrapped her lips around the head and sucked gently. Her tongue swirled as she bobbed deeper, taking more each time. Saliva coated my length, dripping down as she worked me faster, one hand stroking the base.
“Fuck, Chaewon… that feels amazing,” I groaned quietly, fingers in her soft hair. She hummed around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. She tried to take me all the way, gagging a little but pushing through, eyes watering but determined. It was messy and perfect — the kind of secret classroom fantasy I’d had about her more than once.
She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking me fast with her hand while catching her breath. “I want you inside me now.”
I helped her up and bent her over the teacher’s desk at the front of the room. The risk of someone walking by made everything hotter. I flipped her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side. She was soaked. I rubbed my cock against her slick folds before pushing in slowly.
Chaewon moaned softly, gripping the edge of the desk. “Yes… just like that.” I started thrusting, building a steady rhythm. Doggy in the classroom felt filthy and right. Her tight pussy squeezed around me with every stroke. I held her hips, pulling her back onto me harder. The sound of skin slapping echoed quietly in the empty room.
“Harder,” she whispered, pushing back against me. I obliged, pounding deeper. One hand reached around to rub her clit. Chaewon’s moans grew louder despite her trying to stay quiet. Her body tensed, and she came hard — pussy clenching, a warm squirt coating my cock and dripping down her thighs onto the floor.
I kept fucking her through it, leaning over her back to kiss her neck. “You feel so good… I want to fill you up.”
“Cum inside,” she gasped. “Breed me. I want it.”
The breeding kink hit different coming from her sweet voice. I thrust faster, chasing my release, and buried myself deep as I came. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy. Chaewon shivered, another small squirt mixing with my load.
We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath. I pulled out slowly, watching some cum leak down her leg. She turned around, kissed me softly, and smiled. “That was crazy… but I loved it.”
We moved to one of the student desks for the next round. Chaewon pushed me down into the chair and straddled me again — cowgirl this time. She sank down onto my cock, still slick with our mixed juices, taking every inch until her ass rested on my thighs.
“Oh god… so deep,” she moaned, starting to ride me. Her hands braced on my shoulders as she bounced. I lifted her blouse and bra, sucking on her perky breasts while she moved. The fluffy connection was still there — we kept kissing between moans, foreheads touching, eyes locked.
She rode faster, tits bouncing right in front of my face. I gripped her ass, helping her move. “You’re perfect, Chaewon. My favorite classmate.”
She laughed breathlessly, grinding her clit against me. “Yours… only yours.” Another orgasm hit her. She squirted again, soaking my lap and the chair. Her walls fluttered around me, milking my cock.
I was close again. “Gonna cum…”
“Inside. Breed your classmate’s pussy,” she whispered hotly, riding me through it. I filled her with a second creampie, pumping deep as she trembled on top of me.
After a short, fluffy break where we cuddled on the floor behind the desks, kissing softly and whispering how long we’d liked each other, the heat built back up. Chaewon turned around, facing away from me, and lowered herself onto my cock in reverse cowgirl. The view was insane — her skirt flipped up, ass bouncing as she rode me.
She braced her hands on my knees and moved faster, slamming down hard. I reached around to rub her clit and squeeze her breasts. The risk of getting caught made us both desperate. Her moans were harder to control now.
“Fill me again,” she begged. “I want your cum dripping out of me when we leave.”
I thrust up into her, matching her pace. Chaewon came hard in this position too, squirting onto the floor. I couldn’t hold back and unloaded another thick creampie deep inside her. So much cum that it pushed out around my cock with every bounce.
We stayed connected for a while after, her leaning back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her shoulder. The fluffy side returned stronger. “This wasn’t just sex for me,” I said quietly. “I really like you, Chaewon. A lot.”
She turned her head and kissed me softly. “I like you too. More than a classmate. We’ll figure out how to make this work… secretly at first.”
We cleaned up as best we could, but her panties were ruined and cum still leaked down her thighs under the skirt. We gathered our notes, laughing quietly at how wrecked the classroom looked. Before leaving, she pulled me in for one last deep kiss by the door.
“Study session tomorrow?” she asked with a playful grin.
“Definitely,” I replied, holding her hand a second longer than necessary.
Walking out into the quiet hallway, the thrill of what we’d done mixed with the warm, fluffy feeling of something real starting. Chaewon glanced back at me, cheeks still flushed, and smiled. My classmate had just become so much more.
We slipped out of the building together, hearts racing, already planning the next risky meeting between classes. The secret felt exciting. The connection felt right.
The End.
(Hope you enjoyed the mix of school risk, fluff, and intense breeding moments. - Jaewon)
During a private Gentle Monster campaign shoot, Karina’s secret boyfriend — the lead photographer — finally gets a moment alone with her between sets. What starts as a quick break turns into a passionate, risky encounter filled with handjobs, blowjobs, titfucks, and deep creampies while the crew waits outside.
The studio lights were hot and bright, casting sharp shadows across the minimalist set. Gentle Monster’s new campaign was sleek — black and gold tones, clean lines, and Karina at the center of it all. She looked incredible in the latest frame: a sleek black top that hugged her figure, paired with statement sunglasses and that effortless confidence she carried so naturally. I adjusted the camera angle for the third time, trying to stay professional even though my eyes kept drifting to the way the fabric clung to her breasts and the subtle curve of her waist.
“Perfect,” I called out, voice steady. “Hold that pose for me, Karina.”
She tilted her head slightly, lips parted in that signature sultry look the brand loved. But when her eyes met mine through the lens, there was something softer there — a secret smile only I could see. We had been together for almost eight months now, completely hidden from the public. I was the photographer for several of her campaigns, which made the secret easier to keep. No one questioned why we spent so much time alone together.
The director called for a short break. The crew moved to adjust lights and props, chatting among themselves. Karina stepped off the mark and walked straight toward me, hips swaying just a little more than necessary.
“Need to check something in the back room,” she said casually to the assistant, loud enough for everyone to hear. Then, quieter, just for me: “Come with me. Now.”
I followed her down the short hallway to the small private dressing room reserved for talent. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she pushed me against it and kissed me hard, hands already sliding under my shirt.
“I’ve been wet since the first set,” she whispered against my lips, biting the lower one gently. “Watching you behind the camera, all focused and hot… it’s driving me crazy.”
My hands found her waist, pulling her closer. “You’re dangerous in that outfit. I’ve been trying not to get hard the whole shoot.”
She laughed softly, the sound low and husky, and dropped to her knees right there on the carpet. Her fingers worked my belt open quickly, pulling my cock out. It was already hard, throbbing in her hand.
“Look at you,” she purred, stroking me slowly. “So hard for your secret girlfriend during work hours.”
The handjob started teasing — long, firm strokes, her thumb circling the head and spreading the precum that leaked out. She looked up at me with those sharp, pretty eyes, lips parted.
“Want me to suck it?” she asked, voice sweet but filthy. “Want your idol girlfriend to suck your cock while everyone waits outside?”
I nodded, breathing already ragged. She leaned in and took me into her warm mouth, sucking gently at first before taking more. The blowjob was wet and eager, her tongue swirling around the head before she bobbed deeper. Spit dripped down my shaft as she worked me, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped my balls.
“Fuck, Karina… your mouth feels incredible,” I groaned, hand gently in her hair.
She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight through my cock. She took me deeper, gagging softly but pushing through until her nose brushed my stomach. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she kept going, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing.
I was getting close fast. “Baby, I’m gonna—”
She pulled off just long enough to whisper, “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you before we go back out there.”
She dove back down, sucking with purpose until I came hard down her throat. Karina swallowed every drop, licking me clean with a satisfied hum before standing up and kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on her tongue.
“Your turn,” I said, turning her around and bending her over the makeup counter. I pushed her skirt up, revealing she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was glistening, already soaked. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs from behind, licking her hungrily.
Karina moaned, pushing back against my mouth. “Yes— eat my pussy, baby. Make me cum before they call us back.”
I sucked on her clit while two fingers pumped inside her, curling to hit that perfect spot. She came fast, thighs trembling, a small squirt coating my tongue as she bit her lip to stay quiet.
I stood up and slid into her in one smooth thrust, groaning at how tight and wet she was. Doggy against the counter was deep and intense. I gripped her hips and fucked her hard, the sound of skin slapping mixing with her muffled moans.
“Harder,” she gasped, looking back at me. “Fuck your secret girlfriend like you mean it.”
I reached around and rubbed her clit while pounding into her. She came again, pussy clenching tight as she squirted down her thighs. I kept thrusting, chasing my own release, then buried myself deep and filled her with a thick creampie. Cum leaked out around my cock as I kept moving slowly, drawing out every wave.
We weren’t done. She turned around and dropped to her knees again, cleaning me with her mouth before pressing her breasts together for a quick, messy titfuck. Her soft tits enveloped my cock perfectly, still slick from her spit and my cum. She moved them up and down, licking the head every time it appeared.
“Cum on my tits,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine. “Mark your girl before we go back to work.”
I did, thick ropes painting her chest and neck. She rubbed it in with her fingers, smiling up at me like she had won something.
We cleaned up as best we could — quick wipes, fixing clothes, touching up her makeup. Before we left the room, she pulled me in for one last soft kiss.
“I love you,” she whispered. “Even when we have to pretend in front of everyone.”
“I love you more,” I replied, kissing her forehead. “Let’s finish this shoot so I can take you home and do this properly.”
She grinned, that bright, genuine smile that always made my chest feel full. “Deal. But next break… I want you to fuck me against the wall again.”
We stepped out separately, professional masks back in place. But every time our eyes met across the set for the rest of the day, the secret heat between us burned brighter.
The campaign turned out incredible. And later that night, back at my place, we recreated every moment from the dressing room — slower this time, with more kisses, more “I love you”s whispered between moans.
Being Karina’s secret boyfriend meant stolen moments like this. Risky, passionate, and completely worth it.
