The farewell party, just the Musinsa TV crew in a private room at our usual spot in Hongdae.
Ten weeks of shooting, ten episodes, and Chaeyeon had been the perfect MC every single time. She showed up on time, remembered every script line, laughed at the right moments, and made the clothes look good even when the models were nervous. The viewers loved her. We all did.
I was the PD-nim, the one who had to keep everything running. Tonight I just wanted to relax. The room had soft lights, two big karaoke screens, leather couches around a low table full of soju bottles, beer, and snacks.
About eight of us—cameramen, writers, stylists, and the production assistants. Music was playing low at first, then someone started singing.
Chaeyeon sat next to me on the big couch. Her long hair was down, and she kept smiling every time someone toasted her.
“PD-nim, thank you for everything,” she said, clinking her glass with mine. Her cheeks were already a little pink from the soju.
“You were the best MC we’ve had,” I told her. “Really. The show wouldn’t have worked without you.”
She laughed softly and leaned a bit closer. The others were watching. I could feel their eyes even while they pretended to sing.
The night moved fast. Bottles emptied. Voices got louder.
Two writers were doing a duet on the karaoke machine, screaming the words to some old IU song. The lights dimmed lower. Someone turned the main lights off so only the colorful stage lights flashed around the room.
I poured Chaeyeon another drink. Our fingers touched longer than necessary. She didn’t pull away. Instead she looked at me with those big eyes and took a slow sip.
The alcohol started hitting everyone. The conversation turned loose. People were laughing about funny moments from the shoots—how Chaeyeon almost fell during the runway episode, how the male model forgot his lines. I slid my arm behind her on the couch. My hand rested on her shoulder. Nothing too obvious, but one of them stared a second too long before looking away.
I leaned in and whispered, “You really did great, Chaeyeon-ah.”
She turned her face toward me. Our cheeks almost touched. “I was nervous every week… but you made it easy, PD-nim.”
My hand moved down her arm, slow. I squeezed her waist gently through her top. She let out a tiny breath but stayed smiling. The guy across from us, one of the camera directors, shifted in his seat. His eyes kept flicking over. Another assistant pretended to check his phone but kept glancing.
The jealousy was already there. I could see it. They all wanted her attention, but tonight she was sitting right next to me.
I got bolder. While everyone sang, I let my hand rest on her thigh. The jean was tight. Her leg felt warm. She crossed her legs the other way but didn’t move my hand. Instead, she leaned back against my arm, her big breasts pressing softly against her top.
Someone started a slow song. The room got quieter. I turned my head and kissed the side of her neck, just below her ear. Soft. Quick. She shivered.
“PD-nim…” she whispered, but it wasn’t a stop. It was more like a question.
I smiled. “Just a little celebration.”
My hand slid higher under the edge of her skirt. The others could see if they looked hard enough. One of the writers had stopped singing. He just held his drink and stared. The camera guy next to him had his hand in his lap, breathing heavier.
Chaeyeon’s breathing changed. She parted her lips. I kissed her properly this time, slow and deep. She kissed me back.
I pulled her closer. My hand moved to her chest, cupping one of her big tits through the top. She was full and soft. I squeezed gently and she moaned into my mouth, quiet but clear.
“Fuck…” someone whispered from the couch across. I didn’t look who. I didn’t care.
Chaeyeon’s hand landed on my thigh. She rubbed slowly, then higher. My cock was already hard. She felt it and gave a little squeeze.
I broke the kiss and looked around. Half the guys were openly staring. One had his zipper down, hand moving slowly inside his pants. Another just watched with jealous eyes, biting his lip.
“Should we give them a proper farewell show?” I murmured to her.
She looked shy for a second, then nodded with a small smile. The soju had made her bold too.
I unzipped my pants right there on the couch. Chaeyeon slid down between my legs without me asking. Her knees on the carpet. The whole room went quiet except for the karaoke music still playing in the background.
She pulled my cock out. It was thick and hard already. She looked up at me with those pretty eyes, then opened her mouth. Warm, wet lips wrapped around the head. She sucked slow at first, tongue swirling. Then deeper. The sound was wet and loud in the quiet room.
“Shit, look at her…” one of the assistants whispered. I heard zippers going down around us. They were jerking off while watching.
Chaeyeon bobbed her head faster. Her big tits bounced a little inside her blouse with every movement. I reached down and slip down enough. Her black lace bra came into view. I pulled the cups down so her heavy tits spilled out. They were big and round, nipples already hard.
I held her head gently and fucked her mouth a little deeper. She gagged softly but kept going, saliva dripping down her chin.
After a few minutes I pulled her up. “Come here.”
She stood. I turned her around, so her back was to me, facing the others. I unbuttoned her jean down over her thighs. Black panties underneath already wet and shining. The guys stared like they couldn’t believe it.
I sat her on my lap, facing them. My cock slid between her thighs. I reached around and squeezed both her big tits, pinching the nipples. She moaned loud.
“PD-nim… they’re all watching…” she breathed.
“I know. Let them.”
I slid my hand down and rubbed her pussy through her panties. She was soaked. Two fingers slipped inside easily. She rocked on them, tits bouncing in my hands. The guys were stroking themselves faster now. One of them was already breathing like he might cum.
I lifted her a little, slid her panties aside and guided my cock into her plump pussy. She sank down slowly, taking every inch. “Ahh… so big…” she moaned.
I fucked her like that, slow and deep, in front of everyone. Her tits bounced heavy in my palms. I pinched her nipples harder. She rode me, ass slapping against my thighs. Wet sounds filled the room.
After a while I pulled out and laid her on the couch on her back. Yanks off her jeans completely along with the panties. I got on my knees between her legs. Her pussy was puffy and glistening. I buried my face in it. I licked her slow, sucking on her clit, tongue pushing inside. She grabbed my hair and cried out.
“Oh god… PD-nim… your tongue…”
I ate her plump pussy like I was starving. Licking every fold, sucking her lips, flicking her clit fast. Her thighs shook around my head. The guys were jerking hard, eyes glued to us.
She came once, hips bucking against my mouth, moaning my name. I kept licking through it until she was trembling.
Then I stood up. “Titfuck me, Chaeyeon.”
She sat up, still breathing hard. She pushed her big soft tits together around my cock. The feeling was incredible—warm, heavy, smooth. She looked up at me and started moving them up and down. Her tongue licked the head every time it came through.
The guys couldn’t take it. One of them groaned and came in his hand. Another followed right after.
Chaeyeon smiled and went faster, squeezing her tits tighter. I thrust between them. The sight of my cock sliding between her huge breasts while she licked the tip pushed me close.
I pulled back and stroked myself. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I came hard—thick ropes across her tongue, her lips, and all over her big tits. She swallowed what landed in her mouth and rubbed the rest into her skin like lotion.
I sat back on the couch, breathing hard, my cock still twitching after I painted Chaeyeon’s pretty face. Thick white cum covered her lips, cheeks, and dripped down onto her big tits. The room was dead quiet except for the low karaoke music and heavy breathing from the guys.
Chaeyeon looked up at me with shiny eyes. She smiled, even with my load all over her. Then she started rubbing it in. She used both hands, spreading my cum across her cheeks, down her neck, and all over her heavy breasts. She squeezed her tits together, making the cum shine and drip between them.
“Mmm… PD-nim’s cum feels so warm,” she said softly, voice a little husky. She scooped some from her chin and licked her fingers clean right in front of everyone.
She looked around the room slowly. All the guys were staring, some still stroking. She looked like a total slut and she knew it.
Chaeyeon bit her lip and said louder, “If you all want me… come here. I want every cock tonight.”
The words hit the room like electricity. Nobody moved for half a second, then they rushed in.
I stayed seated on the big couch, poured myself a fresh glass of soju, and leaned back to watch. “You heard her, boys. Be respected, she’s our shining stars tonight.” My cock was already starting to get hard again just seeing this.
Two guys reached her first. Grabbed her tits from behind and squeezed hard. “Shit, Chaeyeon-ssi, your body is insane.” He rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks while the other knelt in front of her and pushed into her mouth. Chaeyeon moaned around the cock, sucking noisily.
Another guy, one of the stylists, spread her legs wide and slid his dick straight into her plump pussy. She was so wet it went in easy. He started fucking her hard, making her tits bounce.
“Fuck yes… she’s so tight,” he grunted.
I sipped my drink and smiled. “Take her good. She earned this.”
They didn’t hold back. Chaeyeon was on all fours now in the middle of the room. One guy fucking her pussy from behind, another in her mouth, and two more rubbing their cocks on her swinging tits. She was moaning loud, the sound muffled by dick. Cum and spit dripped everywhere.
“Chaeyeon-ssi, your mouth is perfect,” the guy in her mouth groaned. He held her head and thrust deeper.
The one behind her slapped her ass. “This pussy is dripping. You love being used like this, huh?”
She nodded eagerly, eyes watering but full of lust.
I watched them switch positions. They put her on her back on the big table. One guy climbed on and fucked her missionary style, her legs over his shoulders. Another fed her his cock. Two others stood on the sides, rubbing their hard dicks all over her cum-covered tits.
“Fuck, Chaeyeon-ssi, you’re such a good girl,” one of them kept saying.
Her moans got louder. “Mmmph… harder… give me more…”
I finished my soju, feeling my cock fully hard again. The sight of my perfect MC getting gangbanged by the whole crew was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. They were taking turns, grunting, slapping her tits lightly, calling her names.
After about ten minutes of watching, I stood up.
“My turn again.”
The guys made space right away. I climbed between her legs. She looked up at me, face messy, lips swollen.
“PD-nim…” she breathed, smiling.
I pushed my cock into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. She was warm and slippery from all the cum and her own juices. I fucked her deep in missionary, holding her thighs wide open. Her big tits bounced every time I slammed in.
At the same time, two guys moved to her head. One pushed into her mouth. She sucked him greedily. The other rubbed his cock all over her tits, sliding between them while I fucked her.
“Take it, Chaeyeon-ssi,” I said, pounding harder. “You’re our little party slut tonight.”
She moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth. Her pussy clenched tight around me. I reached down and rubbed her clit while I fucked her. She started shaking.
One of the guys on her tits groaned and came, shooting fresh cum all over her breasts. She looked even messier now.
I kept going, thrusting deep. “You feel so fucking good. Everyone’s been dreaming about this pussy.”
The guy in her mouth pulled out and came on her face again. She opened wide and took some on her tongue.
I flipped her legs higher and fucked her faster. The wet slapping sounds were loud. Her tits jiggled wildly. Another guy took the spot at her mouth right away.
“PD-nim… I’m gonna cum again…” she gasped when the cock left her mouth for a second.
I rubbed her clit faster. “Cum for me, baby. Show them how good you feel.”
She cried out and came hard, pussy squeezing my cock like a fist. Her whole body shook. I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her through it.
The guys around us were jerking fast again, watching me destroy her pussy. One came on her stomach. Another on her tits.
I felt my own orgasm building. I pulled out, stroked myself twice, and shot a huge load straight onto her pussy and lower belly. I rubbed my cock head on her clit while I finished.
Chaeyeon lay there panting, covered in cum from head to toe. She looked completely used and happy.
I sat back down, breathing heavy, and poured another drink. “Who’s next? Don’t leave her waiting.”
The guys jumped back in. They flipped her onto her stomach this time. One guy entered her from behind while she sucked another. Her tits were pressed against the table, sliding in all the cum.
I watched and drank, my cock resting but already twitching again.
“Fuck, Chaeyeon-ssi, you’re amazing,”
“This body is perfect,”
This farewell party was far from over. We still had the whole night, and Chaeyeon was ready to take every single one of us as many times as we wanted.
She looked over at me while getting fucked, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
The night stretched on, but everyone was getting close to their limit.
I stayed on the couch, sipping my last glass of soju, watching with a satisfied smile. Chaeyeon was on her knees in the middle of the room, completely naked now.
They formed a loose circle around her. Chaeyeon looked up, mouth open, tongue out, big tits pushed together. One by one they stroked faster.
“Fuck, Chaeyeon-ssi… I’m cumming!” the first guy groaned. He shot thick ropes across her face and hair. Another followed right after, painting her tits white. Load after load landed on her, on her cheeks, lips, neck, breasts, and stomach.
She kept her mouth open, catching what she could and swallowing with a smile.
“More… give me everything,” she moaned.
I watched quietly, my cock soft but happy. “You look so beautiful like this, Chaeyeon-ah.”
She glanced at me with cum dripping from her eyelashes and smiled.
When the last guy finished, her whole upper body was glazed. Thick cum ran down her skin in shiny streams. She rubbed it all over slowly, spreading it like lotion across her big tits and belly.
I stood up. “Let’s take a group photo.”
The guys helped her up. Chaeyeon stood in the center, naked and covered head to toe in cum. We all crowded in close — some still half-hard, some smiling wide. I held my phone out on selfie mode.
“Say farewell party!” I said.
Chaeyeon laughed softly, face glistening. “Farewell party…”
The flash went off. Everyone naked or half-dressed, Chaeyeon shining with our cum in the middle. I saved the photo and patted her cum-covered ass gently.
“Best MC we ever had,” I whispered. “This stays in the private folder.”
She leaned against me, sticky and warm. “Thank you, PD-nim. Best ten weeks ever.”
The party finally ended with everyone helping clean up a little, but Chaeyeon left most of the cum on her skin as a memory while she got dressed.
We all knew this farewell would never be forgotten.
Synopsis: Jihoon, Chaewon and Hayeon are childhood friends. Both girls are competing each other to get his heart where Jihoon couldn't even have a guts to tell that he can't choose one of them, fearing that their friendship will ruin.
Years later, They still want him until one of them took things... further.
Jihoon, Hayeon and Chaewon are friends since childhood. Jihoon grew up feeling awkward and pressured because Hayeon and Chaewon are pulling him like a game of tug-of-war.
At 18, Jihoon got letters from both of them. Both letters showed their love towards to him but he's having a hard time to choose one of them because the two girls is a big part of his life.
At 25, He's a social media page administrator of a clothes brand, Hayeon is working as a cafe barista while Chaewon assisting her father at their taekwondo studio.
Jihoon sat at the corner table with laptop open. Staring blankly at the reddit post about a man around 20's and his two female friends that wanted to date him. That post reminds of his own similar dilemma. Chaewon approach through cooking him dishes and gentle touches. Hayeon on the other hand, Her approach is more into intense flirting and clings into him.
Hayeon noticed it and approached his table. Drawing near until she stood beside him, showing him a familiar playful smile.
She set down the steaming mug, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee caught his senses, momentarily distracting him from zoning out.
"You're staring at your laptop for minutes, Jihoon. Who's on your mind right now huh? Is it... me?" She points at herself, biting her lower lip.
"Y-You? I..." He laughed awkwardly but then he sighed deeply. He closed his laptop.
"I don't know anymore, Hayeon. You and Chaewon are always fighting for me. Ever since we're kids, Our parents thinks we're cute." He reached out to hold the warm cup of coffee. Staring at the reflection of himself from the steamy brown liquid.
"As the time goes, the pressure of choosing one of you is keeps getting harder. I don't like the idea of choosing someone and leaving other one behind. I wanted to... preserve your friendship, Hayeon."
Hayeon's expression softened, her brow furrowing in concern as she listened to his words. She reached out, gently placing a hand over his.
"I had no idea… I thought if I keep doing it, you can finally…" Her words trailed off, replaced by a sympathetic nod. "I understand, Jihoon. Choosing between us isn't easy, especially when we've shared so much together."
She took a seat across him, her hand still holds his hand. "Honestly, I've always felt something more for you, Jihoon." Hayeon admitted. "But I never wanted to pressure you."
Hayeon sighed, her hold on his hand slowly tightens. "I know I'm desperate but.. Perhaps you don't have to choose, Jihoon. Maybe we can find a way to make this work… together."
Hayeon's lips parted slightly as if inviting him to consider the thrill of intimacy. Jihoon looked at her inviting lips. Unfortunately for her, he held the urge of kissing her.
Hayeon's smile faltered for a brief moment at his hesitation, but she quickly masked it with a bright, encouraging grin. "Well, I was thinking… why don't we have a sleepover at your place tonight? Just the three of us, no pressure, no expectations. We can watch a movie, talk or whatever you want..."
"I mean, it's not a date or anything." Hayeon added hastily, though her cheeks flushed a becoming pink. "Just a fun night in, catching up. What do you say, Jihoon?"
Jihoon sighed, he knows that everything can happen during that planned sleepover. "Alright, My place then. Just don't go overboard this time."
As soon as Jihoon nodded in agreement, Hayeon leaned forward, her lips pressed against his cheek in a fleeting kiss. It made Jihoon froze from the sudden intimacy, knowing they're out in public place.
Hayeon pulled back with a playful giggle, her eyes sparkling with delight at the effect her bold move had on him. "Of course! I won't try hard this time."
With that, she stood up, smoothing her apron and gave him a coy smile. "See you later, Jihoon. Tell Chaewon about our sleepover, You know she hate my ass." Hayeon went back to work.
Jihoon's fingers trembled slightly as he typed out the message to Chaewon. He's so sure that Chaewon will come no matter what.
'Chae. Are you free tonight?'
'Why? Are you taking me out?'
'No, silly. I wanted to invite you for a sleepover at my unit. With Hayeon.'
'What the... With her!? Fine... I'll go but don't start until I come, Okay? Do NOT let her do anything to you or else I'll kick both of you. I'm dead serious here.'
'Roger that, Miss Kim.'
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7 pm, Jihoon busied himself cleaning his apartment, arranging the living room to accommodate his best friends. This isn't the first time he invited them over to his place but tonight made him nervous. Hayeon's words earlier stucked in his mind all day.
Around 8 pm, Hayeon knocked the door. She's holding boxes of pizza. He let her inside and she put the pizzas at the coffee table.
Hayeon turned on his TV and searching for a good movie to watch, while her other hand already holding a piece of pizza.
Jihoon came out from the kitchen with a litter of softdrink and three cups. "Hey, we should wait for Chaewon before we start."
Hayeon scoffs off and shrugged her shoulders. "Bet she told you that she will kick our asses. Come on, Jihoon. Don't take her words seriously. It's her fault for not coming early."
Jihoon going to say something but he sighed instead. He sat down beside her and grabbed a piece of pizza. The movie she chose is already starting.
Hayeon laughed as she popped a slice of pizza into her mouth, the savory flavor mingling with the sweetness of her smile. "Come on, stud. Lighten up." She teased. "Chaewon's all bark and no bite. She wants this just as much as I do."
As she spoke, Hayeon snuggled closer to him on the couch, her thigh pressing against his in a flirtatious manner. The heat of her body seeped into his skin, her head leaned on his shoulder.
Together, they watched an erotic film she intentionally chose, the steamy scenes adds up the already intimate atmosphere between him and Hayeon.
A scene where an actor and actress making out on the bed, the actress sat on the actor's lap. Hayeon leaned to his ear and whispered. "Hey, Jihoon. You think we can recreate that scene?"
"W-Wha... What do you mean, Hay-" Before he can finish his sentence, Hayeon slid herself to sit on his lap. He automatically held Hayeon's hips, immediately felt how soft and warm her flesh through her skirt. The way her thighs pressed against his, Jihoon knew that Hayeon felt his hard cock on her plump clit.
"W-Wait! Hayeon. We shouldn't do th-" Hayeon's lips met his in a slow, sensual kiss. Her tongue darted out, teasing the seam of his mouth, coaxing him to open up and welcome her inside. The taste of her, sweet and tangy, exploded on his tongue, drowning him in a sea of pleasure.
Both of them lost in pleasure and overwhemling desire, the sound of a door and Chaewon's footsteps didn't register in their minds.
Hayeon and Jihoon's steamy making out ended aburptly when thud of plastic bags hits the floor. "What the fuck, Hayeon!" she exclaimed. Her jaw tighten, eyes glaring directly at Hayeon.
Jihoon turned to face Chaewon. "C-Chae.. I can explain! I..."
"Well, well, look who's late to the party." Hayeon interrupted him. She gave Chaewon a mocking smile. Her hands cupped Jihoon's face.
Chaewon's hands balled into furious fists as she stormed over, roughly pushing Hayeon off Jihoon's lap. It sent Hayeon tumbling onto the other side of the couch.
"How fucking dare you!" Chaewon spat, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "You're not going to steal him from me without a fight, Hayeon."
Jihoon intervened, placing a calming hand on Chaewon's arm. "Hey, hey, let's not go in that way, Chae." he pleaded.
Chaewon turned her heated gaze to Jihoon and shrugged his hand off from her arm. "You stud! Didn't I told you do NOT let her take advantage of you? You just need to push her away!"
"It happened so fast, Chae. Believe me, I tried but Hayeon kept pushing herself to me. I... I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Chaewon scoffed, crossing her arms under her chest. "You know what? Let's put this to end, Jihoon. Me or Hayeon." Chaewon's arms tightened under her chest, her posture defensive as she awaited Jihoon's response.
"I... I don't know. I couldn't choose between you two. Both of you are the reason why I had a great childhood. Everytime you and Hayeon fought for me, I wish I had a guts to say I can't just choose one and leaving other behind. I couldn't jeopardize our friendship. I wanted.. both of you. You and Hayeon."
"You really can't choose between us?" Chaewon asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. Her arms fell into her sides.
Jihoon nodded solemnly, his gaze flickering between the two women. "It's not that simple. I care for both of you deeply. I don't want to hurt either of you by picking one over the other."
Hayeon rose from the couch. She approached Jihoon, locking her arm to his as she pressed herself to him. "Then maybe you don't need to choose, Jihoon. We can share. That's fair, right?" Hayeon proceed to kiss Jihoon. Which made Chaewon shocked once again.
Hayeon's lips demanding and insistent, her tongue delving deep to claim every inch of his mouth. The taste of soda lingered on her breath, a heady mix of and arousal.
It didn't take long until Chaewon intervened, pulling Jihoon into her. Her lips moved against his in a gentle caress, soft and sweet like the summer breeze. As their tongues entwined, Jihoon tasted the faintest hint of strawberry.
Caught between the intense heat of Hayeon's passion and the soothing comfort of Chaewon's affection, Jihoon felt his world spinning out of control.
Hayeon pulled him away from Chaewon. She pushed him back to the couch and sat on his lap once again. Hayeon pulled off her shirt, Jihoon stared her black lace bra that perfectly cups her perky breasts.
Hayeon reached behind to unclasped her bra, her bra hit the floor with a soft thud, revealing her bare breasts. They were perfection, full and perky, topped with rosy nipples that stood at attention, begging for his touch.
Hayeon's topless body made Jihoon's brain short circuit. Couldn't even talk properly, Hayeon chuckled at his reaction. She used this chance to guide his hands towards to her breasts. Making him cupped her warm mounds and his thumbs grazing against her stiff nipples.
Chaewon stood frozen beside them. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed, Jihoon mindlessly cupping and squeezing Hayeon's breasts. "You... You shameless hussy! How dare you strip naked right in front of him! That's not fair!"
Hayeon laughed, a mocking sound that made Chaewon blood boil even more. "If you want to keep him interested, Chaewon, you'd better bring your A-game. Kissing isn't enough, you know?"
Hayeon's words filled Chaewon's mind. She doesn't want Hayeon to win against her yet she was so shy to show her body to Jihoon. Whenever they went to the beach, she always wearing a shirt unlike Hayeon who's shamelessly showing her body in bikinis.
Chaewon's fingers fidgetting at the hem of her sweater, Hayeon's words and self-respect battled in her mind. Her blush deepened as she pulled her sweater with slowness, revealing the delicate curves of her breasts beneath a pale pink bra. The fabric hugged her modest mounds, emphasizing their pertness and roundness.
Chaewon's arms immediately flew up to cover herself, her head bowed down, she could feel her face heating up and heart beating faster like she's running in a marathon. She never had any sexual fantasies towards Jihoon.
Jihoon's gaze drifted between the two women, the contrasting displays of confidence and nervousness. Hayeon's bold nudity while Chaewon's timid exposure only served to heighten her allure. The air is filled with tension and lust.
Hayeon looked at Chaewon, it made her roll her eyes dramatically. "Are you gonna stand there and watch my Jihoon enjoying my breasts?"
"S-Shut up! I've never... done this before, not infront of him." Before Chaewon going to pick up her sweater from the floor, Hayeon pulled Chaewon close and forced her to sit on Jihoon's lap. "Hey! What the fuck!"
"Look at him, Chae. He's into this. Are you really letting me steal him from you? The moment you pulled your sweater off, you decided to play our game. Quitters never win, right?" With a flick of finger, she unclasped Chaewon's bra, carelessly threw it aside.
Without hesitation. Hayeon's hands dove in, cupping and kneading Chaewon's breasts with a confident possessiveness. Her thumbs circled the hardened nipples, coaxing them to peak further. "H-Hayeon! Sto- Ahhh~~" Chaewon tries her best to wriggle herself off from Hayeon's.
"Get your dirty hands off me! Ahh!! Jihoon! Hel-" Jihoon cuts her words as he leaned to kiss her lips. His hands on her hips, making her sit still on his lap.
"Well, well, well.. Now that's a way to shut your loud mouth." Hayeon leaned to Chaewon's left ear. "We're not even starting yet... until you're complete naked." She bit Chaewon's earlobe, her squeal is muffled by Jihoon's deep kisses.
"Chae..." Jihoon called her as soon as he stops kissing her. "Can I touch you?"
"Yes..." Chaewon whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She nodded shyly, granting Jihoon a permission to explore her topless body. Hayeon pulled her hands away to give way to Jihoon's.
Jihoon's hands gentled, his palms cupped Chaewon's chest with a tenderness. His thumbs brushed over her peaked nipples, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her veins. Chaewon pushed herself towards to Jihoon, wanting more of his touches.
Jihoon's eyes locked with Chaewon's, a silent promise of pleasure and care etched on his face. "Chae.. Can I suck your tits? I'll be gentle."
As he leaned in, Chaewon's breath hitched, her nervousness giving way to anticipation. Jihoon's warm mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue swirling gently to the sensitive bud. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious blend of tenderness and desire that left her trembling.
"Mmm~~" Jihoon hummed, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through Chaewon's body. He lavished attention on each breast in turn, his hands roaming her curves as he suckled and nibbled, making Chaewon moan more from her parted kiss-swollen lips.
Jihoon's mouth trailed from Chaewon's breasts to Hayeon's. Hayeon's reaction was immediate, her moans rising to a crescendo of raw, unfiltered desire. Unlike Chaewon's soft, breathy sounds, Hayeon's cries were loud and unrestrained, echoing through the room with a primal intensity.
"Oh shit, yes! I've been waiting for this!" Hayeon gasped, arching into Jihoon's touch as he fondled and teased her nipples. Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging him closer, urging him to devour her breasts unlike what he had shown Chaewon's.
Jihoon obliged, his tongue lashing Hayeon's sensitive peaks with abandon, drawing forth even louder moans and whimpers of pleasure.
After a while, Hayeon pushed him away. Standing infront of Jihoon and Chaewon, she shed her skirt and soaked panties, revealing a body that she worked so hard to seduce Jihoon. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Hayeon turned away to show her plump ass and she looked at Jihoon over her shoulder with a seducing lip bite.
Chaewon's competitive spirit flared, igniting a fire within her that couldn't be contained. "Fuck you, Hayeon." she muttered, even as her hands began to unzip her pants, peeling it away to expose her thighs. She threw it atop of her sweater, modesty threw out of the window as her pink lacy thong removed as well.
"Finally, Our innocent strawberry addict is no longer cared about modesty anymore. You're playing along."
Chaewon scuffed, arms crossing under her bare chest. "Whatever. You threw yourself to Jihoon like a desperate whore."
Jihoon's gaze darted between the two women on their playful banter, his breath coming faster as he looked at their naked bodies. They truly grown into full blown ladies, despite still having childish behaviors.
"Anywaaayy.." Hayeon turned to look at Jihoon and smirked as she saw a buldge on his shorts. "Looks like we need to start now. Which one of us do you want to suck your cock first, Jihoon?"
Jihoon's eyes widened as Hayeon's question hung in the air, the weight of expectations. His gaze to Chaewon, then back to Hayeon, torn between the fierce desire burning in both women's eyes.
"I'll choose you... Hayeon."
A triumphant giggle escaped Hayeon's lips as she reached for Jihoon's shorts, deftly unfastening them and sliding them down his legs. Jihoon's erection sprang free, thick and pulsing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
"Oh, Look at this cock of yours. I guess you're a man now." Hayeon wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly as she leaned in, her hot breath washing over his sensitive skin. "I can tell that you wanted this so bad, Jihoon. I'll take care of you."
Hayeon's talented tongue worked magic on Jihoon's throbbing cock, licking and swirling around the tip before slowly engulfing him inch by inch. Her mouth was wet and warm, the perfect haven for his aching cock.
Meanwhile, Chaewon didn't want to be left out of the action. She shifted beside Jihoon, her lips crashing against his in a ferocious, hungry kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, a clash of desire and lust that left them both panting for more.
Jihoon groaned into the kiss, his hand tangling in Chaewon's hair as he lost himself in the dual pleasure. Hayeon's skilled mouth worked overtime on his cock, while Chaewon's passionate kisses stole the breath from his lungs.
When Hayeon finally released Jihoon's cock, Chaewon stepped in, her inexperienced hands trembling slightly as she reached for him. She mimicked Hayeon's earlier movements, wrapping her fingers around the thick length and stroking it slowly. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the sensitive head in slowness.
Jihoon gasped, his hips twitching involuntarily as Chaewon's inexperience mixed with eagerness. Her touch was clumsy compared to Hayeon's expertise, but there was something about her innocent enthusiasm.
Chaewon's remaining hesitation melted away as she gained confidence with each passing moment. Her lips enveloped Jihoon's cock, this time with a newfound eagerness. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each downward motion, her throat constricting around his girth.
Hayeon watched intently, a spark of jealousy at Chaewon's growing confidence. But instead of letting it fester, she seized the opportunity to play along. Together, their mouths and tongues working in tandem to bring him to the climax.
Simultaneously, they lavished attention on his shaft and balls. Hayeon licking and sucking the sac while Chaewon sucking his cock with equal intensity.
As Jihoon is on the edge of climax, Hayeon and Chaewon sensed his impending release. They paused their oral ministrations, focusing instead on stroking his throbbing cock in unison. Their hands moved in sync, pumping him steadily until he could no longer resist the mounting pressure. Hayeon lolled her tongue out, Chaewon followed. "Come on, Jihoon. Give us your cum!"
"Fuck! I'm... coming!! Hayeon! Chaewon!" With a guttural groan, his cock erupted a ropes of thick, white semen shot painting Hayeon and Chaewon's faces and open mouths.
Jihoon knocked out on the couch, Hayeon turned to face Chaewon and chuckled. "Look at you. Such a messy girl." Hayeon leaned to lick the semen from Chaewon's nose. Which made Chaewon push her away with disgust. "What the fuck!? That's disgusting!"
"Geez. Come on now. As if you didn't enjoyed yourself sucking his cock earlier. How is it? Taste good?"
Hayeon's question left her speechless. Chaewon knew she should be disgusted, wiping off the cum from her face, dressing up and forget what just happened but she sat frozen. "I... I don't know. It's my first time, remember?"
"Right.. Right.. I forgot how innocent you are." Hayeon scooped Jihoon's cum from her cheek and hands it over to Chaewon.
"I don't think that's a great idea, Hayeon."
"But we worked hard for it. This came from Jihoon. Don't you want it?"
Chaewon looked at Jihoon then gazed back at Hayeon. With a sigh, Chaewon opens her mouth, her tongue slowly reaching out as Hayeon puts Jihoon's semen on Chaewon's mouth. Chaewon's tongue slowly swirled around Hayeon's fingers to taste Jihoon's essense.
Chaewon tasted a bit salty mixed with weirdness of their current situation but it's not entirely unpleasant as she licked the cum off from Hayeon's fingers. She pulled it away and leaned to crash her lips to Chaewon's.
Their lips met in a searing kiss, tongues intertwining in a sensual dance. The flavors of semen and saliva mingled on their tastebuds, a heady cocktail that only served to heighten their arousal. Moans and whimpers escaped them as they devoured each other's mouths, their hands roaming greedily over each other's bodies. Hayeon groped Chaewon's breasts while Chaewon groped Hayeon's ass and spanked it.
"Fuck... I never knew... this feels.. good." Chaewon breathly said between kisses.
They didn't realized that Jihoon is watching them making out. This is the first time he saw his childhood friends kissing each other in naked. That sight of them made his cock spring back to life. He slowly stroking his cock, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Not until Hayeon looked at him and made them stopped making out. "Ohhhh~~ Looks like someone wants another round." Hayeon went to pick something from her purse and pulls out a box of condom.
Her mischievous grin plastered on her face as she puts one on his cock then positioned herself above Jihoon's erect cock. With a seductive smirk, she guided his cock toward her dripping slit, the tip nudging against her swollen clit.
"Watch closely, Chaewon. This is how you satisfy a man."
Without further ado, Hayeon sank down onto Jihoon's shaft, her tight walls gripping him like a velvet vice. "FUCK! YEEESSSSSS!! THIS IS IT!" her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The feel of his thick cock filling her up completely, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
Hayeon set a slow, deliberate pace, her hips undulating as she rode Jihoon's cock with practiced ease. She trained herself using a dildo as she anticipate this exact moment. Each thrust brought a symphony of lewd sounds - the slap of skin against skin, the squelch of wetness, and Hayeon's wanton moans.
Chaewon watched as Hayeon's body moved in a sensual rhythm. The sight of her friends pleasure-filled faces, combined with the obscene noises of their skin, Chaewon wanted the same thing.
As Hayeon continued to bounce on Jihoon's lap, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his shaft, Chaewon felt an irresistible urge to join in. She knelt behind Hayeon, her hands reaching around to cup and squeeze Hayeon's bouncing breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks.
"Fuck... Chae... won.. Put your... hand.. on my.. clit. Rub it.. Please!" Chaewon obliged Hayeon's request, her right hand slid down to rub Hayeon's clit in clockwise motion as her left hand still pinching Hayeon's nipple.
It didn't take long until Hayeon felt a familiar feeling on her lower belly. "I'm... I'm so close..." Hayeon mumbled as she continued riding Jihoon's cock.
Surprisingly, Chaewon stopped teasing her nipple and clit. "Hey, It's my turn now! Get off from his cock!"
Hayeon reluctantly lifted herself off Jihoon's cock, a hint of disappointment in her eyes at having to yield her spot so soon.
"Alright, Chaewon. But remember, we're going to take turns riding him every one minute. Whoever gets to make him cum is the winner."
Chaewon nodded eagerly, her face flushed with excitement. She positioned herself over Jihoon's throbbing member, she breathe deeply as this is her first time having sex.
"Chae... Are you okay? You don't need to-"
"It's alright! I... I can take it. I swear. Just... give a second." Chaewon inhaled and exhaled deeply before she continued. Her slick tight folds is not easily trying to accommodate his cock. She bit her lower lip as she tries her best not to scream from pain.
As soon as she's able to sit on it, Chaewon felt an unbearable pain. From what she learned on Sex Ed class, this is the moment where she lose her virginity.
"Alright. I'm ready." Chaewon started riding slow. Her hands on his shoulders as she kept a safe pace. Jihoon held her hips and decided to let Chaewon do her thing.
Hayeon watched intently, her hand drifting to her own aching pussy as she witnessed how Chaewon rides Jihoon's cock.
Chaewon's lips claimed Jihoon's in a passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with his as she continued to ride his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. Despite the unfamiliar stretch and slight discomfort of losing her virginity, Chaewon focused on the pleasure coursing through her veins, determined not to show weakness in front of Hayeon.
Before Chaewon can no longer feel the pain and are able to increase the pace, Hayeon intervened. "Hey, Your time is up." She pushed Chaewon off from Jihoon's lap and puts his cock inside of her once again.
Her competitive spirit drove her to match her earlier performance, even surpassing it with each passing moment. Hayeon's inner walls clenched rhythmically around Jihoon's thickness, milking him with a fervor born of her desperation to impress.
Hayeon gazed into Jihoon's eyes. "Don't stop... I don't want to lose."
The room filled with the sound of flesh meeting flesh as both women rode Jihoon with single-minded focus. Hayeon set a pace, savoring every inch of his thick length as she ground against him. Meanwhile, Chaewon matched her intensity, her hips bucking with wild abandon as she chased her own release.
The air was heavy with tension, each woman driven by her own motivations. Hayeon sought to coax Jihoon's climax, desperate to claim victory and prove her superiority. Chaewon, on the other hand, fought to delay her own climax, refusing to lose against her rival.
Hayeon's inner walls fluttered and clenched as Jihoon's cock throbbed within her, signaling his impending release. With a triumphant cry, she rode him through the wave of his orgasm, feeling his hot, thick seed filling the condom. The sensation triggered her own climax, and she came undone, her body shuddering in ecstasy.
"What the fuck!? You cheater! You still rode him over a minute!" Chaewon shouted. Her eyes blurry with tears. Hands turned into fists as if she was so close to commit violence.
Breathless and satiated, Hayeon collapsed onto Jihoon's chest. She barely registered Chaewon's accusation of cheating, too lost in the warmth spreading through her veins.
"I HATE BOTH OF YOU!"
Chaewon stormed off to Jihoon's bedroom, her mind mixed with frustration and humiliation. She needed to assert her dominance, to prove that she deserved Jihoon too.
Hayeon lifted her head from Jihoon's chest, her eyes locking with his in a playful yet serious gaze. "Listen, Jihoon. You really should go check on Chaewon right now. If you don't, she'll be sulking over it for a whole week."
"Trust me, you don't want to deal with that drama queen. Go give her some attention and cuddle with her right after. She needs it." With a wink, Hayeon stood up and went to the bathroom.
Jihoon sighed as he watched Hayeon going to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed shut, He stood up. Barely as he felt his legs become jelly after that intense sex.
Jihoon entered his bedroom to find Chaewon curled up under his blanket, her body shaking with sobs. He approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her.
"Hey, Chae… I know you're upset. But it's not fair to hate me for something that I can't fully control."
Chaewon sniffled, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "I hate you for making Hayeon win. I did everything for you. Even giving up my virginity but you always choose her over me!"
Jihoon's brow furrowed in concern. "That's not true, Chaewon. I care about you just as much—"
"No, you don't! I feel disgusted being naked and having sex with you without marriage!"
Jihoon sighs. He knew there's a way to calm Chaewon down.
Jihoon wrapped his arms around Chaewon's slender frame, pulling her close as he nestled under the blanket with her. His lips found the sensitive part of her neck, pressing hot kisses along her pulse point.
"W-What the! H-Hey!"
Chaewon's resistance melted away as Jihoon's warm embrace and tender touch worked it's magic. A soft moan escaped her lips, her body relaxing into his as she savored the intimate contact.
Despite her earlier anger, Chaewon couldn't deny the attraction she felt for Jihoon. As his kisses trailed across her lips, she welcomed his lips with a soft and gentle kiss.
Jihoon and Chaewon parted their lips, a strand of saliva connecting them momentarily before breaking. They gazed into each other's eyes, reflecting each others faces.
"Hey, Your cock is poking my butt." Chaewon murmured shyly, her cheeks flushing pink.
Jihoon chuckled. "Sorry about that. Let me make love with you tonight."
He carefully raised Chaewon's leg, sliding it over his hip to bring their bodies into a cozy spooning position. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed his thick cock against her wet, sensitive clit.
Chaewon gasped, her back arching slightly as pleasure surged through her. "Oh, Jihoon…"
Jihoon's cock glided smoothly through Chaewon's slick folds, coating itself in her arousal as he teased her clit. He savored the feeling of her warmth enveloping him, her body responding eagerly to his touch.
"I've wanted to tell you…" Jihoon whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "That you're incredible, Chae.. Your cute giggles, your aura whenever I see you at the taekwondo studio, your determination to compete against Hayeon especially your body as well."
Chaewon whimpered, her nails digging into Jihoon's arm as he filled her completely. "You feel amazing, Jihoon. I've never thought sex with you would be this good."
Jihoon began to move, his hips rocking gently as he thrust in and out of Chaewon's wet heat. Each stroke sent ripples of pleasure through them, her inner walls clenching around his thick shaft.
"You're so goddamn perfect, Chaewon. Your body was made for me."
Chaewon moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as she surrendered to the waves of ecstasy washing over her. "Jihoon, please… harder. I want you to fill me up. It's safe." she begged, her hips bucking back to meet his increasingly forceful thrusts.
Jihoon complied with Chaewon's plea, his thrusts growing more urgent and deep. The blanket rustled with their frantic movements, the only cover separating their entwined bodies from the rest of the world.
"Oh god, yes! Just like that!" Chaewon cried out, her voice echoing through the room. Her nails left crescent marks on Jihoon's arm as she gripped him tightly, urging him on.
Jihoon's breath came in ragged gasps, his cock pounding relentlessly into Chaewon's dripping cunt. The pressure building inside him threatened to explode at any moment, but he held back, determined to bring her to the brink first.
"That's it, baby. Come for me, Chaewon. Let it go and scream my name."
Chaewon's body tensed, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. Jihoon's relentless pounding had her teetering on the edge, her senses overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.
"Yes, Jihoon! I'm coming!" Chaewon wailed, her voice cracking with ecstasy. Her inner walls spasmed around his cock, rippling and squeezing as her orgasm crashed over her in waves.
Jihoon felt her climax trigger his own, his balls drawing up tight as he prepared to unleash his seed deep inside her. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, flooding Chaewon with his hot cum.
Jihoon and Chaewon lay entangled, their breathing heavy. Chaewon remained pressed against Jihoon's chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm as she savored the closeness.
"Stay with me tonight, Jihoon." she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable. "I don't want to be alone after what we just did."
Jihoon nodded, his lips brushing against the delicate skin of her neck in a tender kiss. "Of course, Chae.. I'll stay right here with you."
He wrapped his arms around her once more, holding her close as the night wore on. In the silence, they listened to each other's heartbeat, until both of them fell asleep.
Hayeon smiled at the doorway, she walked back carefully to the couch to pick up her clothes and undergarments from the floor. It didn't take long to dressed herself.
Before she exited Jihoon's unit, she typed him a message. 'Hey. I'm going home now. Take care of that crybaby, okay? I love you. Always.'
A/N and warning: Some discussion of eating disorders, death, and suicide. There's also name-calling. Thanks to @xantithesis, @kwilquib, @limemrys for the beta in the early parts. Thanks to @sinswithpleasure for the sex scene design.
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"Your ugly ass is dragging the group down, whore."
"And you're giving the girls fucking ED."
The groups aren't that big (say, aespa and LE SSERAFIM big), but it's going to be worth a lot, nonetheless.
The steps are rather straightforward: a new Gmail account under VPN, with the header being an enquiry about their public images, then a large sum of deposit on your bankbook statement. You've done this a number of times — domestically and abroad, from nose picking to illegal substances, boy groups and girl groups. There's a line being drawn, of course: no one under the age of eighteen. Still, the industry is pretty fucked; you are aware, and you are awfully fucked in the head; you are also aware. The money's audaciously fantastic, though.
(Caveat: the writer doesn't know shit about sending an anonymous email, really.)
You have your associates — accomplices, a team. You get your videos, photos, or whatever media; they get their slice of cake. They are around the world — elusive, secretive. The security measures are tight. Every movement has to be careful. The cash has to be wisely spent.
However, those are not enough.
Since the dawn of your career three years ago — a discovery through a platform by accident lulling you into this tangled web of treachery — you've had two flatliners. That's the term. Their streams of texts just stopped after one day, and you don't know their fate, really. Your best wishes for them are that they find a path that's better than sitting in front of their computers and threatening companies to release scandals of their employees' wrongdoings. However, death is entirely possible in this field. They won't appear in the news, or if so, it's suicide, or it's an accident. It's just bleak.
Let's shrink the scene a bit. So, what the hell is actually happening here?
You have this little snippet of a fight — Music Show backstage, Jeong Hyerin of tripleS and Kim Dahyun, slash Stella Kim, of Hearts2Hearts. R-rated profanities were thrown around between them — fucks and cunts and a shockingly wide array of socially distressing insults. It was something about the stature of their groups: Hearts2Hearts is more famous, Hyerin is more talented, Stella is prettier, tripleS has a better discography. Whatever the fuck they were verbally abusing each other about, you don't care. It's your annual salary's worth of motion pictures here from SM and Modhaus, and oh, it's just so sweet to hear them scream these words over and over again — ass, whore, fuck.
Let's shrink the scene even more.
There are occasional vibrations from your server as your professor lectures about the basics of IP addresses. You look at your phone screen from time to time — pings for everyone, a bounty to claim — and you click on some of them: the usual trivial stuff. They're waiting for someone to attach them to emails and, as explained earlier, be traded for a currency.
It's another normal day, really. You wake up; you go to class; you hang out with your friends a bit; you go back to your room and sleep peacefully; rinse and repeat. The cadence (author's favorite word) has been perfect for the last three years here. You wouldn't change a thing, really. It's beautiful to the ear. It's where you can settle. It's harmonious.
The clock strikes four, eventually. You gather your belongings into your bag and head for dinner around campus with your peers — another garlic and crispy pork on rice at your favourite diner. You guys talk about mundane things: classes, homework, relationships. Maybe it deviates from those topics sometimes, but more often that not, it's these things that bond you together over time — these little things. Even if your supposed threats aren't looming over their lives, you'd be glad to take a bullet for them. You love them that much.
You bid farewell after dessert, grab a bike, take an elevator up to your floor. It has become a banal routine to which you've grown accustomed. Your mind races towards the activity you're going to do tonight — another client, another job, another email. It's your life.
In a heartbeat, you're on your roller chair, scrolling your feed unenthusiastically for an illicit job on your tabletop computer. There's nothing today. It happens; you're not too bothered about it. Scandals don't happen every day. There's an abundant chance that you'll live to see tomorrow's sunrise. You've been defensively sound. You've been careful. They won't get to you soon.
On a side note, SM and Modhaus haven't replied to your email. Perhaps the requested payment is too hefty. You might let it hang for a few days before renegotiation. If nothing comes by, well, to say it simply, Jeong Hyerin of ex-tripleS and Stella Kim of ex-Hearts2Hearts will be seen hurling scathing insults all over the internet.
And you just plant yourself under your comfy blanket like that.
:bceSleepPeaceful:, you send it into your server.
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You wake up to three soft knocks on your door. Your take a look at your phone screen: 1:35, six hours before your daily routine repeats itself.
You tread carefully toward the door. There's a quick scan through the peephole, a safety measure. At the front of your door stands a person wearing a white surgical mask. They're as tall as you are, hair neatly kept under a cap.
They look abnormally shaky, though. Perhaps they need a—
No, it's not safe for a person with your activities. You can't be opening your room's door to someone who you can't even see their face.
"Please," a female voice pleads against the closed door. "Help me," she sounds awfully desperate. Plus, no one can access your dorm without a proper face scan this deep into the nocturne (speaking of a convenient plot establishing). What could be the harm? It's someone in your own building!
The door creaks slightly as you open it. She doesn't immediately lunge at you, and that makes your body relax a bit. Her eyes look fearful through her clear glasses, and she just keeps looking around herself as if keeping an eye on an unknown threat. She also doesn't look incredibly strong — won't stand a chance against you in a fight. The black sweater kind of hides a lot, but to say that you're intimidated by the possibility of her hiding her muscular arms under the fabric is a stretch.
"I'm sorry for knocking on your door this late, but," she starts, voice trembling with apparent fear, "my boyfriend, we, we had a fight. He's drunk, and," and her voice just trails off, unable to finish the dreaded sentence. Her eyes remain aware of her surroundings as ever.
You squint your eyes, examining the poor woman, trying to undermine her situation with your doubts, and nothing just comes up, really. You're not recognizing her with the mask on. Still, she just doesn't have that deadly edge. The thorns just don't seem to be there. So, you stick your head out into the quiet hallway, half-expecting another associate to knock you out and kill you for good. You've been quite a shithead to these big corporations for years, and you have grown to accept that fact.
There's none in the hallway, luckily — no blind-spots, no shadows, just her. Also, with her standing in your eyes' dead-spots beside you, she could've just knocked you over and stabbed you with a hidden blade into a blood-soaked lump of flesh. Finally, the unpleasant wariness under your skin retreats to dormancy, and eventually, you let out a small sigh of relief.
With safety likely ensured, you make way for her. "Come in," and you kind of realize how drowsy you sound.
The shrouded woman hastily enters the room, and you close the door with a soft thud. She settles herself on your bed, and you hear these erratic breathing sounds through her mask — chest rising and falling. Her eyes lay on the floor. She needs space. She needs time.
The risk remains high, still.
To have someone knocking on your door a little past one-thirty in the morning is definitely unusual, even if there was nobody knocking you out initially in the hallway. She needs to be screened, at least with basic questions as a precaution.
Flatly, with hands on your hips, you start, "What happened, Miss?"
The woman remains unresponsive to your question, still trying to adjust to the atmosphere of a stranger's room. There's this soft hum of your air conditioner working against the outside heat, and you really hope she'd be able to hold on to that. You remain careful of her presence in the room. Still, maybe it's something inside your detached heart. You figure you should help her despite the low, constant purring of the threat.
Okay, water might help her.
The fridge, you open it, and a bottle, you give her.
She places it beside her on your bed after you handed it to her, though, not opening it yet. The droplets on the bottle are going to make the mattress wet, but again, you don't have the heart to stop her from doing so. She just seems to be in a state of shock and won't act rationally. She's not you. She's not as methodical as you are.
"Take your time," you utter, almost not believing the words that just came out of your lips, and you sit in your roller chair. You just watch her hyperventilating and breathing abnormally under the dark night. There's a streak of moonlight being cast through the window, draping over her body. It looks like she's glowing in your room, really.
A voice leaves her lips, eventually. It's unintelligible at first, more like a cry, but they become proper words after a few utterances.
"He, he went out drinking again," she stammers out, almost a whisper. "And he came back," and suddenly, she grabs the hemline of her sweater. You just sit in your chair dumbly. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
Your exhaustion is gone the moment she takes off the sweater. There's a bruise on her right shoulder — purplish, wide, brownish. Her arms look rather muscular for a woman of her size. She adjusts her mask slightly, with most of her face still hidden. You squint your eyes as if questioning the believability of the mark. Not being an expert in the field is detrimental to you, though, so you can do nothing but believe her words for now and wait for her next move. You hope she won't feel too cold against the chill of your AC, with her upper body being just in a piece of bra.
"You have to call the police," you state. It's a logical move for her. It's also for you. She gets shelter, and you get to—
"I can't," she cuts your train of thought shakily, making you branch through the possibilities. Perhaps he has a relation to them — a son, a decorated one. Perhaps they're too incompetent. "They can't get involved in this," she continues, almost crying now. You hear her sniffle, and immediately you hand her a box of tissues from your table. She grabs a few pieces to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Still, with the heart to push the problems away and lingering fear for your safety, you ask, "Do you have friends? Do you have, like, someone you can stay the night with?"
She sniffles a little more. "No," a rather succinct reply with her teary voice, and she just doesn't explain more — no acquaintances, zero friends. It feels more like a stalling process than a genuine answer, as she's now covering herself with your recently washed blanket. You need to probe a bit more.
"What floor do you live on?"
"Third," another blank reply, and it's the fifth here — speaking of logistics.
You poke back, "So, I am selected out of, what, eight floors, then twenty-four rooms to hide from your police boyfriend? That's a bit coincidental, isn't it?" What's twenty-four multiplied by eight again?
She looks up at you, and you can see a glint of anger in her eyes. That was crass, sure, but you can't risk—
"What the fuck? Why, why would you say that?" The sniffles seem to have stopped now. Her voice deservedly becomes a tad more enraged. "Are you saying I deliberately got myself abused by my boyfriend just to whore myself out for you?" and she stands up from the bed, your blanket falling onto your bed. You shake a bit, really. This is the first time tonight that she looks genuinely terrifying—
Okay, wait, you've heard this intonation of the word whore before. You tilt your head slightly. It's definitely recent enough for you to recognize—
Why does the bruise become smeared—
Three trains of thoughts in a row being cut short, and the woman starts laughing — so fucking close to being a hysterical one. You watch her bending backwards slightly as she just screeches out of the depths of her lungs.
Your ugly ass is dragging the group down, whore.
Stella Kim.
Oh, shit.
They have found you.
Your first instinct is to run. The gears in your head are turning as if to devise a plan to get you the fuck out of this premise. Your life is on the line here! The door is almost within your reach — a step away (well, a huge step away). You can punch Stella's face or knock her out in some way (her muscles, however, pose a substantial threat). Maybe you should kill yourself now! (This is the most feasible solution.)
"What do you want?" you ask almost blankly, although not without a tremble in your voice.
"You're smart. I'm impressed, really," Stella says, sauntering towards you like a fucking predator as you remain frozen in your roller chair. The opening of running away becomes diluted with each second that passes. She pulls down her mask and takes off her cap in the same beat, revealing her face that glows against the moonlight. Her blonde hair sways gently with her tentative steps. "We've expected that — figuring me out in, how long?"
You look at the clock beside your bed: 1:42. "Seven minutes," you stammer out, and Stella just chuckles devilishly.
"Seven minutes in heaven!" she exclaims with her celebration hands, tilting her head to the side ever so chillingly. Her expression just sends shivers down your spine like that — the eyes, the laugh, the grinning behind the mask. "So, here's what's going to happen:"
Flatlined — that's your fate. Disappearance, death — there's no leeway or workaround for this. She edges even closer, and you can smell her rosy perfume at this distance. She bends down, and you're face-to-face with her.
"I, no, we," and a sly wink, "are here to send a message, obviously — hearts to hearts — to this super secret society you're in," and she just grins as if impressed by her own group name's drop.
Also, we, she's not here alone?
"I'll let you guess first. What is it?" and Stella giggles mischievously. The tension does not deflate, indeed. The complete control remains in her hands, and inside whoever the collaborator is. Perhaps they're waiting for this grand moment to enter and bury a bullet inside your brain — a gun-to-the-forehead suicide, definitely, maybe plausible.
You don't let an answer escape your lips. You and she both know it by heart.
"Rude!" she utters another reference — so iconic. "Come on, let's have some fun!"
You exercise your right to remain silent despite Stella's status of not-a-cop, tightening your mouth shut stubbornly.
She just gives you this slightly annoyed expression, then, "Tough crowd, fine. So," and she takes a deep breath. "You're going to be a flatliner after tonight!" she presents rather proudly. Imagine a salesperson selling a promotion; she's like that right now.
"But—"
"Who the fuck said it's up for negotiation," Stella growls, and you jolt back with the sudden aggression. "God, you're lucky I haven't strangled you to death yet."
There's this scoff from the other side of the door — a dangerous presence, an observant. (At least) two against one — you're against the world here.
Stella's arms look muscular enough compared to your lanky frame. Again, you won't stand a chance against her. A headbutt might suffice for a few seconds of daze, slash stunned. It's a somewhat sound combat move, really, but it takes more than, well, a few seconds to open the door and get the fuck out of here.
(Then, there's another figure with a silenced pistol in front of your door. There's no escape without your mortality being discontinued, really.)
"We're here to have some fun, still," Stella diminishes the tension slightly with her remarks, despite the looming dread, despite the power in her hands. It's not the exact case of a threat being completely nullified by the aggressor themself, but your body relaxes a bit. You feel like you can be a tad cockier and more playful with her, even if you're unsure how the hell it's going to benefit you.
You tilt your head slightly, clicking your tongue to indicate your willpower to fight, at least mentally. "And that is?"
Stella just smirks at you as if promising a predicament. "I'm not the best at explaining things, so," and she takes a deep breath before yelling at the door to her unknown teammate, "Alright, showtime!"
This needs a little more environmental storytelling to show that your dorm uses a keycard system. Therefore, whoever enters a room must've acquired its matching key. A part of you wishes that whoever is standing in front of the door will just kick it open with sheer force, because the method of hacking and the beeping sound of your door unlocking are much, much more terrifying. It's a disturbance to your ever-perfect cadence, at least until you're done with college.
The light from outside glows against Stella's teammate's back menacingly. At first, you cannot see their face properly. They step into the room, letting the moonlight cast across their features ever so slowly. Each second that passes fills you with horror as the identity of the figure becomes clear. Oh, what a dramatic entrance!
Jeong Hyerin.
So, both SM and Modhaus have found you. Hyerin may have a gun holstered on her belt, ready to plant a metal pellet in your brain, splattering blood everywhere on your table. The assumption is overly pessimistic, yes, but with the risk involved in your field, you can't help—
"Fucking bitch," Hyerin cuts over your train of thoughts flatly. God, how many times has that happened today? Also, that utterance of fucking is definitely matching the cadence you've heard in the clip. It's really her: glasses, white shirt, dark-colored slacks.
You bite your lip, seeking something to hold on to. Your hands are balled into small, trembling fists on the armrests. "Just, just kill me, will you?" you mutter shakily. "Make it quick, for fuck's sake." Oh, you don't sound firm at all. Two grim reapers are standing in front of you in your own room, ready to take your soul to the blazing netherworld.
Hyerin scoffs as Stella watches expectantly with hands on her hips, still in just a bra and a pair of brown slacks. Well, your death is much less grandiose than you've expected — quiet, vengeance-ridden, too soon. Heroism is nowhere to be found here, just a guy existing as another job to wrap up for the entertainment industry. The women's eyes are filled with brimming lust for more power despite already having an abundant advantage. You close your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the impending doom.
"As Stella said," Hyerin starts, "we're here just to send a message. The matter of life and death will be there," and she moves closer until you can smell her perfume, classier than Stella's, "if you choose to ignore it — discard it, dismiss it."
You gulp, a little confused by the entire ordeal as you open your eyes again. "So, so you're not here to kill me?"
Stella chuckles, relieving the tension somewhat, though fiendishly enough to keep you on edge. "Not yet! We're just here to warn you. The next time won't be as pleasant as this!" she says with a glint of cheerfulness in her voice — not funny — and she cups your face, eliciting a flinch from you. Her hand feels soft against your cheek. "I'm sure you're smart enough, right?" she teases, running her hand down your quivering body sitting on the roller chair — neck, chest, stomach — and she just lingers there, circling around your belly button. There's some implication to be drawn from this — the physical contact — but you're not assuming it too quickly, not while your fatality is actively being tossed around as a trivial topic.
Ready to accept all of their demands, you choke out, "Fine, I won't leak the video!"
"Every video," Hyerin adds, winking. "We have all of your details now — SM, Modhaus, JYP, Hybe. I've heard that the bounty hunters are waiting for their moment."
Your breath hitches at the thought of yourself becoming their target, sitting in the place of the stars you've preyed upon for the last three years.
"And we're not hesitating to use them for the greater good," she tells you with a shrug, with a head tilt. The whole matter seems to be so unimportant to her — a job, a task, a prey. Stella is grinning along with Hyerin's threat as well, still raking her painted nail around your belly button on the flimsy fabric tentatively. The action locks you in your place — an elusive restraint you can't break free from. Hyerin continues, eyes burning with power over you, "So, a simple question for you: do you wanna live to see another day?"
"Yes," you utter instantly.
"Good boy," Stella calls, eyes raking over your feeble body that's sinking into the chair. You feel a pang of something you can't quite name forming in your heart. There's this little strain under the fabric on your lower half.
Oh, shit.
Really?
Stella's eyes find it in a heartbeat, and you can only close your eyes and grit your teeth. You know she's fucking smiling. You know she's eyeing it akin to a prize. You know she's going to make you her plaything for tonight.
"What do we have here? Does someone like being called a good boy?" Stella remarks coyly, trailing her finger down towards your crotch. "Or is that a gun pointing at us?"
You feel a harsh flick on it that makes you jolt, probably Hyerin. "Bitch boy slut." Yeah, it was definitely her. You feel yourself pulse against the strain of your pyjama trousers — twitching, surely leaking. This is indubitably wrong — arousal under threat. You aren't supposed to be like this! It's probably the case that the allure of being cruelly beaten and humiliated by a woman (or in this case: women, two of them) is finally getting to your fortified mind.
Stella gasps in faux-shock and artificial fear. "Be careful, Hyerin! It might be an ICA19 Silverballer from the Hitman World of Assassination franchise!"
Hyerin does not say a thing except a scoff, instead blanketing your bulge with her warm breath. You keep leaking and twitching pathetically under the fabric, so needy, so eager to be freed. Hyerin hums, satisfied with your conflicted antics of avoiding eye contact while yearning for their touch. "Should fit in my mouth perfectly."
"And mine too!" Stella chimes in enthusiastically, and in an instant, your pyjama pants are yanked down your legs. Cold — that's the first sensation you feel on your legs. And when you open your eyes, you're greeted with the sight of Hyerin on her knees, ogling you with boiling desire. Fuck, she's even licking her lips at the sight of you. Her breath mingles on your skin. Stella kneels beside her promptly, and here you are: sitting in your ergonomic chair with two of your now-former victims about to suck your hard, dripping cock. Your hands are clutching your armrest tightly, unable to leave the premises at your will.
Your mind wanders towards the about-to-happen: Hyerin and Stella slobbering and perhaps making out on your cock; spit drenching your shaft obscenely. You're still shell-shocked by the sudden conclusion of your wicked slice of life, but at least their smiles and eagerness to swallow your dick are soothing the pain of that.
To establish, never have you been surrounded by two women of such stature to wrap their lips around your cock before. Spending most of your out-of-class time in your room really helps your dating life flourish and propel you through the hierarchy of college in this post-COVID world — zero matches, zero talking stages, zero girls.
Cutting back, Hyerin doesn't wait for formalities, instead wrapping her lips around the tip of your cock with immediacy. You shriek instinctively at the warmth of her mouth — so wet, so tight — and you moan pitifully into the chilly air of your own room. Your nails are digging into the armrests desperately. You roll your eyes to the back of your head under the punishing pleasure. They're everything good boys would do when they get their cocks sucked, really.
Stella keeps the situation from being predictable, and she starts squeezing your balls in a fashion that does not exude mercy at all. It's mixed feelings down there — Hyerin's heat and Stella's sentence. The sensation is undoubtedly a barrage on your nerves, breaking and rewiring them over and over again. Your vision is all blurry from the overstimulation, and the women become these blobs of blue-like colors in the night.
Your body quivers even more as Hyerin starts taking you in deeper towards her constricting throat. Her tongue lies flat against the underside of your cock, heightening the sensation to keep this from being an ordinary session — not another blowjob! She keeps sliding her lips down your length eagerly, eyes definitely locking with yours despite the daunting (your last grasp of words to put you in control) size of your dick. So, you try to concentrate on her with the last drop of your willpower. It's a success, and you get to see Jeong Hyerin's mouth enfolding around your cock without a single ounce of leniency for your mind that's about to break.
"Isn't she a wonderful cocksucker?" Stella teases, pressing her fingers on your ballsack a tad harsher. The pain is even more prominent than before. Hyerin's throat and lips are still subsidizing it with bliss at least. "Dick-sucking lips, cute eyes, leader vibes — how could you not submit to her?" and Stella pouts just to emphasize her point.
(Caveat: the writer doesn't know what the hell he's talking about right now — Stella pouting to emphasize her point, subsidizing it with bliss. Shit's messy as hell.)
You keep shifting out of the blending sensations in your ergonomic working chair. It creaks and rotates lightly along with your body, but there's still not enough force to break it into pieces from your weight, thankfully. Again, Hyerin's orifice and Stella's palm are working on your entire cock in tandem — the heat, the texture, the aggression in their words earlier. Everything about them just feels so right, even if you're being flatlined after tonight.
Long gone is the junior-year student who puts ethereal-looking idols in jeopardy, replaced by a bitch boy slut who's getting his dick sucked by his targets-turned-hunters.
Your tip reaches Hyerin's throat, eventually. You can feel her contracting around the sensitivity of it. There are these choking, retching sounds coming from her larynx. Her doe eyes are getting wetter with the intimidating (again, your words) size of your cock. At Jeong Hyerin's height of 162 centimeters, it translates into a smaller orifice and a shallower mouth, resulting in less capacity to take your cock. Still, that also means her mouth will feel unbelievably tight for you, and you'll just be moaning and writhing in your comfortable chair with that unforgiving warmth.
There's still this soft whir of your air conditioner working against the spring heat outside, but it's now obscenely sprinkled by the squelching sounds of Hyerin choking and Stella encouraging her cocksucking endeavor and taunting you with filthy words. There are also the pathetic wails from your lungs, but you're too dazed and confused to consider that right now.
Hyerin stops, finally, pulling herself away from your cock. She doesn't cough, leaving just a trail of her saliva linking her lips and you together. The sight is your dick being awfully lathered with her clear spit, shining against the moonlight akin to a sacred object (it really is). You're twitching and leaking precum pitifully under the serene nocturne. Your chest heaves up and down frantically with your uneven breaths. The women won't let you stop just here, still. You're not getting away with your crimes so easily.
Stella scoots into Hyerin's position as the latter gives her the place, wiping her lips and attempting to regain her composure after your cock left a mark in her esophagus. Stella lets go of your now-bruised balls before she flashes her wet tongue at you, hot breath mingling on your drenched-with-Hyerin's-spit cock. God, the view is just so fucking pornographic.
Not the eyes rolling up as well, shit.
"Do you want me to suck your cock as well, baby boy?" Stella quips, tongue almost touching your hardness. "Do you want me to whore my lips out on you?" and the intonation remains as confident as ever — that seductive cadence, that recurred utterance of whore just to prove a point of unyielding dominance against you. You can't do anything to resist that power, really.
Awfully desperate, you respond promptly, "Yes, Stella," and there's a please as well — polite.
Stella hums approvingly, drawing a line up the underside of your sizable erection with her red-painted nails. It twitches with boiling need and a handful amount of appetite for her mouth. "You said the magic word! Alright, consider this your birthday present!"
Your birthday is in—
"Fuck!"
Standing two inches, or five centimeters, taller than Hyerin, Stella can definitely take more of your cock before she makes these ugly sounds from her throat (in the case that the math is correct). The sensation does not feel much different from that of Hyerin's — still warm, still wet, still completely tight. Some personal touch would be Stella's hand jerking you off around the base and humming into your taut flesh. It's stylish, less totalitarian than Hyerin's lack of flair.
You're still making stupid noises in your chair. The wheels are rolling softly against the floor as Stella pushes her mouth deeper and deeper on your pathetic erection induced by the threats on your mortality. She looks at you with her smug eyes. She just knows that this is a one-way street of their dominance and your submission (such a basic analogy).
On the side, Hyerin recollects herself and starts unbuttoning your shirt. You protest with nothing from your vocal cords. (Well, there are still weakly expressed moans, of course.) She takes off the upper half of your pyjamas in a practiced motion, and eventually, you're naked and goosebumps-ridden in your chilly room, cock completely used and abused by your subjects of almost-dishonor.
Hyerin sings, "You're so pliable, bitch boy, manageable," circling her black-painted nails around your hardening nipples and making you shriek. "Thought you'd be stronger, to be honest."
The lack of muscles is clear and prominent on your body — arms, abdomen, legs. Gym isn't your commonplace, not really. Running and weightlifting consume too much time for you — changing clothes, carrying a water bottle, and the terrifying distance of five hundred meters from your dorm. Look where it got you, getting your cock sucked by two idols you were about to expose to the entirety of South Korea. What a horror!
Dick buried inside Stella's mouth and utterly ashamed of your physical attributes, you stammer out a plea, "Can you please just make me cum and leave? I can't do this anymore."
Stella chuckles against your cock, spit leaking out from the tight space between her lips and your skin. And beside her, Hyerin gives you a blank expression before saying, "Then you should've considered the consequences of your actions, perhaps?" and she grabs your chin to crane your neck towards her face. Her eyes lock with yours firmly. "You're fucking lucky the upper echelons sent us first."
You just give Hyerin a soft whimper, unable to undercut her point. You've never been a good debater during your time on Earth.
Hyerin retreats herself to a spot beside choking Stella, watching her lathering your cock with spit intently. Hyerin doesn't push her friend's head down to give you more pleasure inside the tight esophagus, instead running her nails on your taint ever so slowly just to overwhelm you.
"Shit, fuck," you groan, doing your best not to wake your neighbors up at two in the morning. Hyerin smiles wickedly as she patiently waits for her baton from Stella.
After a short while of retching sounds, Stella releases your dick from the confines of her warm throat, and you just slump weakly into your roller chair — shaking, pulsing, twitching. You hear the women scoffing at the lump of flesh called you.
"Two deepthroats and you give up? Really?" Stella asks with a tad of raspiness decorating her voice. If you're not having your soul sucked to the point where you question your life choices now, you'd find it sexy.
"Weak ass," Hyerin utters. You're still too exhausted to dispute the claim.
"Should we show him that we've reconciled?" Stella quips before a giggle leaves her lips. Where are they going with this? "I'm so sorry for calling you that. I think you're beautiful, Hyerin."
Hyerin sighs ironically, then: "Me too! I think you're not being a bad influence on the girls. You're perfect as you are, Stella."
You open your eyes to see the girls looking at each other tenderly in front of your leaking cock. Stella pouts. Hyerin pouts.
"Can I kiss you?" Stella asks, pointing a finger to her lips. They're a little thinner than Hyerin's, you observe, but speaking in an awfully lusty haze, she probably has the best lips compared to Carmen, Jiwoo, and Yuha.
Hyerin tilts her head a bit. "Sure!" and she leans in towards Stella, only to be halted abruptly by the latter's finger.
Stella looks at you with pretend sympathy before saying, "Does baby boy wanna get involved? Attendance? Participation?"
You nod profusely and stupidly at them, immediately regaining the energy to press your lips against theirs. You sit yourself back up properly on the chair—
Stella's lips land on your cock promptly, placing your body into a melting point from the right. Then, Hyerin joins her from the other side without another word. You moan raucously from the depths of your lungs as you feel their flesh on your dick. Within your blurry vision, you see their lips touching on top of your shaft. The sensation is unreal, heavenly even.
Again, to tell it simply, they're making out and settling their earlier controversies on your cock.
Giving them some distinctiveness, Hyerin's kissing style feels more aggressive, as if to consume you entirely with just her mouth. There's this hunger to dominate and conquer you on the left-hand side. Her spit gets sprayed everywhere on your length. Stella, literally, on the other hand, remains sensual and a bit more playful than her ex-adversary. She seems to be more controlled of her movements and saliva management — not so messy, not so outwardly hungry. They're making you shake uncontrollably, regardless of their styles of blowjobs.
"I love you, Jeong Hyerin," Stella quips, eyes shut.
"I love you too, Stella Kim," Hyerin utters in a similar fashion.
Their wetness and warmth, as nature has designed, are propelling you towards the precipice. The sight helps a whole lot as well, again: two idols making out with tongues on your erection in the middle of the night. Hyerin's dick-sucking lips and Stella's hot mouth — they're making your mind go completely, totally haywire. Your fingers dig into the armrests of your chair badly as your toes curl helplessly between the girls. There'll be remnants of debauchery after this, surely.
It's only a matter of time before you explode between their lips, shooting spurts of semen onto the floor. Hyerin and Stella show zero signs of halting their obscene activity on your cock. Stella's hands unbutton her jeans down below before she slips her hand under her panties, jilling herself while sucking you off. You hear her moan needily on your length. Hyerin's focus remains on you, however, placating the dispute with Stella with full concentration of her leader-coded mind. What a single-minded woman!
There are a few more unintelligible utterances from your lips. The ache inside your thighs grows rapidly with the feelings and the gorgeous view. Your balls tighten under their pillowy lips making out on the shaft. Time to cum!
Hyerin seems to sense it, though, and she pulls back from your dick abruptly. The act leaves you in the unfulfilled high of pre-orgasm. Stella keeps kissing the right side of your cock for a heartbeat. Perhaps she realizes the absence of Hyerin's plumpness, and she releases your cock from the heaven between her mouth. Of course, you frustratedly groan into the air that's now starting to reek of sex.
"What the fuck?"
Hyerin laughs almost wickedly. You try to jerk yourself off with your hand only to be stopped by hers — firmly held, locked, chained.
"You really think we're gonna just let you cum that easily, bitch boy?" Hyerin taunts, flicking your length with her fingers. It swings from side to side pathetically.
Stella piles on the misery, pouting. "Ladies first," she sings, standing up from the floor to reveal her half-undone jeans — unzipped, unbuttoned.
Hyerin gets up as well, still holding your hand from jerking off and finishing the tormenting deed. "Get on the fucking bed," she scowls, and you jolt up suddenly from your chair. Hyerin doesn't let you react to her decree, though. Instead, she manhandles you with her trained strength at once and pushes you face-first onto the mattress. You flip yourself over on the bed, watching them strip themselves of their clothes before you.
As the clothes come off, you do your best to resist the urge to relieve yourself at the sight of their exposed bodies. Your hand tries once or twice, only to be attacked by mean looks from the women. "Don't you fucking dare," Hyerin commands.
In a heartbeat, Hyerin and Stella become naked in front of you. They don't give time for you to ogle their features, of course, rather approaching your bare body with haste at the same time under the moonlight shining from outside.
At the first contact, you feel Hyerin's supple tits press against the right side of your chest. Her lips look even more fitting for a dick-sucking session when you're eye-to-eye (and through a layer of lens) with her. She circles your taut nipple with her nail, making you shriek under the chilly air. Stella, also still in her glasses, lands on you a tad farther from your face. Her hand caresses your flat tummy languidly, humming approvingly as if satisfied with your lack of physicality.
"Should've hit the gym, baby," Stella breezes, moving up your frame until she's level with Hyerin. "You're like a fucking chopstick," then Stella flexes her arm. It does look strong and muscular.
"Undisciplined, yet you're still trying to expose us. So hypocritical," Hyerin adds, teasing her thumb on your thin lips. Stella joins as well, hovering her thumb over your mouth, baiting for your lips to part.
The absolute lack of agency, their insults, and the prospect of their fingers in your mouth make you twitch down there needily. They don't notice, but you know they are fully aware of the effect they're having on you — debuff, influence, dominance.
"Does my baby boy wanna suck my finger?" Stella teases with a pout, running her digit on your parted lips. You stick your tongue out, trying to get a taste. Dissatisfaction comes forth, though, as she and Hyerin just pull their thumbs away from your orifice. Your frail abs are not helping you sit up from the mattress to chase their hands as well, resulting in you falling onto your bed with a thud.
"Really bad boy," Stella playfully sneers, giggling at another reference that's being made.
"You're much, much worse than we thought," Hyerin coos. "What a nasty little slut."
You whine disappointedly at the delayed gratification and Hyerin's epithet, cock pulsing pitifully against the thick air of your room. The need to be sexually satisfied keeps soaring with their denials. It's tormenting, and you're not sure how long you could resist it before your mind is shattered under them.
"Please," you beg pathetically. The message is received, indeed, as Stella gives you a mischievous grin, and Hyerin tilts her head a little.
"Please, what, baby boy?" Stella asks, wiggling her hand in front of your face mockingly. "You want something in your mouth?"
You whine, then: "Your fingers, please." You just sound so deplorable — completely exploited and broken — but the shame is deflected by the need for their digits inside your mouth. God, to get a taste of their smooth flesh, it would be more addictive than anything that has ever graced your tongue.
Stella laughs, almost tenderly, if not for the mocking edge. You know the cadence to be kind, and it's just almost there. She turns to Hyerin for a question: "Should we let him suck our fingers?"
Hyerin does not hesitate to give a yes as a reply. You can feel that there's this blazing need to corrupt you wholly in her eyes (even if you are already, and utterly rotten), and she just does nothing to resist that desire. She's letting it take over her soul, letting it be her second nature with you, letting you be on the receiving end of her craving for authority.
Then, the thumbs you've been craving disappear into the space between your lips, and God, for the first time tonight, you feel like a pure, unfiltered, unrestrained slut.
It's mostly the taste of their hand creams that fills your mouth, mixed with the raw scent of their sweat and skin. Nevertheless, your cock responds to the confusing flavor by twitching eagerly under the cold air of your own dorm room. You close your eyes shut just to feel their thumbs with more intensity. You've learned from somewhere that turning a sense off results in the others being heightened, and you get to apply the knowledge to sucking Jeong Hyerin's and Stella Kim's thumbs like a—
"Bitch," Hyerin growls, shifting on top of you slightly. Her chest is pressed against yours on the right side — supple, soft — and you kind of wish that you'll get to slot your cock between her tits after finishing with her digit, fully drenching it with your spit. "Maybe you'll get more than our fingers if you are a good bitch boy slut for us."
You fall into decadence that easily, really, as you just reply to Hyerin's scathing insults with: "I'm a good bitch boy slut for you, Miss Jeong."
(With Hyerin's and Stella's thumbs exploring your warm mouth, you're pronouncing it pretty clearly and easily understood. That's something to be admired.)
Stella whines softly. "You're a good bitch boy slut just for Miss Jeong?" she asks with this tiny tinge of disappointment at your choice of words. "What about—"
"I'm a good bitch boy slut for you too, Miss Kim," you utter clearly again before she gets to finish her question.
Stella makes this aw sound out of fondness. Your tongue keeps twirling and licking their digits with overflowing determination from your beating heart, and the girls just hum with approval as you become their proper bitch boy slut.
"I think he deserves more than this. Do you agree, Stella?"
A moment of thinking from Stella, then: "Perchance. Should we play with his natural dildo now?"
Natural dildo — what a fucking way to put it.
Regardless of the name of itself, though, your cock twitches with anticipation of their body pleasuring your cock eagerly and dominantly. Hyerin is the first to pull her thumb out of your mouth, leaving a lewd string of your spit linking your lips and her hand. It's the same image with Stella on your left side, and now, your mouth just feels so empty. You need their digits back, even if they're still on top of your body. You open your eyes again to see Hyerin and Stella looking at each other, thinking, devising a plan to ruin you into an irreparable state of mind.
"I wanna spit into his mouth before we, like, ride him," Hyerin starts, blowing a small bubble with her saliva at Stella — so indecent, so enchanting.
"Okay, me too! Open your mouth, baby boy," Stella approves promptly as she turns to you, and you can do nothing but loosen your jaw at the declared decree. You roll your tongue out to accept their fluid.
Stella starts first. You hear her gathering the spit inside her mouth. You watch her cheeks move from side to side, preparing your appetizer for tonight. Hyerin does so as well. Her mouth movements are weirder than Stella's, but you are awfully well-equipped for their essence, nonetheless.
After a few breaths, Stella breaks the waiting game. "Okay, rate it on a scale of five stars!" and she hovers her mouth over yours. She creates a narrow slit with her lips, and you see her spit falling from her mouth into yours. Of course, you accept it gleefully.
Your dick pulses in the air wildly the moment her taste explodes on your tongue. It's full of her mint toothpaste from earlier, you assume. The texture is nothing but smooth on the tongue. She's perfect, really. Your toes curl with the pleasure and satisfaction of drinking Stella Kim's dirty (and minty) spit. She watches you with a smile above your face, at one point caressing your cheek even, and you just swallow her down your throat.
"How many stars, baby boy?" Stella asks lovingly.
Without hesitation, unanimously between all of your brain cells, "Five stars, Miss Kim," and she laughs on top of you, giving you one last rub on your temple before giving the spotlight to Hyerin.
"How the fuck am I supposed to beat that?" Hyerin jokes. "Maybe I'll just place my spit on your tongue. What do you say, bitch boy?"
You nod profusely and stupidly at the offer. And for the second time, Hyerin doesn't wait for formalities, instead diving straight onto your thin lips with her plumpness — a kiss, messy, full of saliva.
Hyerin's flavor is saltier, likely from the salt toothpaste you've seen on television. Her hands cup your face, fingers digging into your cheeks with an aggression that almost becomes painful. Your dick turns into this leaky, sentient joystick down below. Hyerin pushes her tongue into your mouth, and you just let her do it without an ounce of resistance. Your toes curl as the sound of wet lips clashing into each other rings inside your ear — obscene, filthy, debased. Her tongue wrestles with yours and becomes a fight for dominance inside your mouth. Stella hums from her throat at the romantic sight, running her hand on your strained body with care.
(Speaking of the fight, it's Hyerin's rout, can barely be called a competition, really.)
"Can I join?" Stella asks from the side, and Hyerin moves a bit to create a space for her into a three-way kiss instantly.
Kissing two people at the same time is quite a hassle, especially when you're the primary target that's under complete submission. They will constantly try to invade your mouth with their dexterous tongues. And for now, you feel completely overwhelmed by Jeong Hyerin's and Stella Kim's tongues and lips and eagerness for you. They keep moaning into your mouth desperately — their nasty little bitch boy slut — and you can only do your best to treat both of them at the same time with your thin lips.
The kiss goes on for a while — overwhelming, drenched, sensational. More and more precum leaks out of your slit, and you swear that you feel a sizable pool of it on your crotch already. Hyerin and Stella keep kissing you skilfully and ardently — passionate, unadulterated, commanding. Their hands are getting more wanton and wanting for the ownership over your pliant little bitch boy slut of a body. They're roaming all over your abdomen, leaving trails and trails of fire in their wake.
Hyerin pulls away from the mess, finally, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and Stella follows a heartbeat later, leaving you hungry for more of their pillowy lips to be on yours. You attempt to sit up, though only to be reality-checked by your non-existent abs, and the girls just giggle cruelly at you failing to act on desire.
"There's so many things we can do tonight, baby boy," Stella says, still chuckling. "Such a shame that you can cum for us just once," and she frowns, apparently disappointed by the nature of your penis.
You want to deflect, to protest, but never have you cum twice in rapid succession before — a double tap that never happened. There have been attempts to achieve such a feat, though you could never resist the post-orgasm oversensitivity. So, there's just your silence persisting through their solemn looks at your pathetic, erect, and single-use cock.
There exists an optimal coordination while considering your ability to cum only once while the sex drives between yourselves are high. You don't have headcanons about these women, still. In your endeavor to expose their doings for personal luxury, you've been too greedy to form any opinion regarding their bodies, so you'll have to just ride along with whatever position and power dynamic (which is crystal right now that you're as good as six feet under) they put you in.
"Maybe you can fuck my ass — zero pregnancy risk," Stella proposes with a grin, biting gently at her finger. "Hyerin's ass would feel better on your face."
Hyerin doesn't say no to Stella, and she gets up from you suddenly. Her tits look utterly audacious under the soft light and dark shadow — so voluptuous, so supple, so eager for your touch. And obviously, you reach forward for her, albeit only to have your hands parried away by Stella's — perfect timing, zero damage done.
"Really bad boy," Stella scolds with a hint of mischief in her voice and a bit of reused reference, and she gets up from your abdomen. Her chest is on the smaller side compared to Hyerin, nipples already erect with need. Still, you cherish every kind of breast equally, really.
(You're not reaching for Stella's chest this time, though — lesson learned from her earlier deflection.)
"You have lube, right?" Hyerin asks, placing her weight on your ribs through her hands a bit forcefully. She's pinning you in your place, and the lack of freedom to move and breathe kind of gets you going more, to be honest.
You stutter out, "Yeah, it's in the," and you point towards your nightstand's drawer. Stella promptly opens the wooden cabinet and grabs your unused silicone-based lubricant, ready to lather it all over your cock. Then, she squeezes a sizable portion of liquid out of the bottle before enveloping your shaft with her hands to paint it with the clear, thick wetness.
On the other side, Hyerin mindlessly rakes her dark nails over your upper body, not harsh enough to cause pain, giving you euphoric shivers on top of the room's chill. She keeps licking her lips hungrily, and she looks hot doing that, really. Stella said it a few minutes before: Hyerin's dick-sucking lips, and you're agreeing with that wholeheartedly now, finally seeing them in action in front of your eyes. Despite being without makeup, Hyerin's lips look utterly plump and thick. It's no wonder that you were converted into a whore for her with those around your length earlier — such a pair of mind-breaking lips, a pair to die for.
(Okay, maybe the glasses play a part as well — both Hyerin and Stella. They just look unbelievably hot naked and in specs.)
Hyerin seems to catch your attentive eyes after a while, ogling at her lips without a tinge of decency.
"You want this around your cock again, bitch boy?" Hyerin asks, pointing at her mouth with nothing but pure derision for you.
You nod silently for Hyerin, only to be met with a scoff.
"I'm not tasting the lube," she denies cruelly, resulting in a disappointed whine from you.
On your left, Stella climbs on top of your lower half, lining up her asshole with your wet cock. It's not without preparation, still. Hyerin watches amusedly as your cock is pressed flat against your tummy. A teaser, one might call it. Stella Kim's asshole is about to tighten and milk your cock, and your desire for it can be heightened through whatever she's doing on your lap right now — sliding back and forth on your dick before letting it enter her. You feel the entrance to her ass run past your cock repeatedly, and that friction pushes you closer to the explosion a little more.
"You should fit inside me, baby boy," Stella half-whines, half-encourages. "Such a big cock for a little man."
That's quite a compliment. Your heart flutters at her words and whatever.
Hyerin doesn't add to the conversation. She mounts your face in an instant, suffocating your nose with her sensitive taint, closing your mouth with her pussy, blinding your eyes with her meaty ass. Her scent completely overwhelms you — musky, slightly sweaty. You feel the salt on your tongue that's darting out to taste her, and Hyerin moans at the contact. There's a technique to be done for her, of course — focus on the clit, keep the pace steady — though Hyerin seems to be overly sensitive to your flesh.
"Fucking splendid fucktoy," Hyerin whines, and she begins grinding on your face instantaneously. You start to feel her arousal painting over your face in a line — a kind of masculine makeup, to call. Your tongue laps her cunt in a deliberate, consistent rhythm, tasting her fluid that's slowly being gushed out and coating both of you — her folds and your face. Desperate, you reach for her ass bared before your eyes, though your arms are met with Hyerin's restraining force onto the mattress immediately. So, you can only try to focus on the swollen nub located just above her hole. Apparently, it requires much, much more proficiency in the field to concentrate your efforts on the clit. You're lucky that Hyerin's pleasure is triggered rather easily.
Down below, Stella decelerates her pace of sliding on your cock, eliciting a whine out of your lips into Hyerin's cunt as the warm bliss fades. Stella lifts herself off you, though, before she fiddles with your moistened joystick at all the angles possible. She's seemingly lost in the newfound ability to rotate it around the base. (It's fun to play with, to be honest.) Still, your mouth is too busy to declare your ineptitude to wait any longer for Stella Kim's snug hole, fully silenced by Jeong Hyerin's wet cunt.
After a few breaths of Hyerin's scent and your face being a tad messier, you finally jolt at the sensation of Stella's entrance resting at your tip. She hums, satisfied with your cock inching close to her asshole. "God, you're so big. It's gonna split me open so good," Stella coos with her honeyed voice. "Bet you wanna knock me up. Am I right, baby boy?"
You only make unintelligible sounds against Hyerin's damp folds as a yes, and you hear a chuckle from Stella down there.
"You're so hellbent on ruining my life, aren't you? Almost exposing me for peanuts, then trying to put a baby in my womb — so fucking determined!" Stella rambles in apparent frustration at your behavior. You can only moan whorishly against Hyerin's meaty thighs. "Guess what? You get just my asshole instead for being one!" she huffs rather dramatically.
Stella's tightness is many things: dreamlike, unbelievable, extraordinary. These adjectives should be used for something else instead, say, a piece of art — a film, an album, a painting. Somehow, though, you find them fully fitting to describe the tight, fleshy heaven that is Stella Kim's asshole.
Your tongue remains as diligent as ever on Hyerin's pussy, of course, while Stella's warmth welcomes you gleefully as though she has been preparing herself for your fat cock. There are these squelching sounds down below from the lube on your dick, and you can do nothing but whimper pathetically against Hyerin's frame as your nerves are torn apart by Stella's anal opening.
Stella pushes and pushes herself down your cock to envelop it fully inside her hole. The warmth and tightness are just heavenly, empathically beating your right hand. That feeling is heightened into a richer experience with Hyerin's cunt on your handsome face. She's suffocating you with her (positively) fat ass and blinding you completely, shutting down one of your sensory instruments.
There's a hum from Stella. "You're so big, my baby boy," and a grunt when she starts to move back and forth with your length still buried deep inside her snugness. You think it can be better: her moving her ass up and down your cock, letting the wet friction deliver you to paradise. The grinding feels good, still.
"I kinda wanna try this dildo now, to be honest," Hyerin scoffs, pressing her pussy on your face a little harsher as she keeps moving. "Maybe session number two in the shower?"
Oh, you're going to be completely dry by sunrise.
The tip of your nose is mashed a bit, resulting in breathing difficulty on your end. Your willpower remains intact despite this minor inconvenience. Your tongue is as eager as ever to lavish Hyerin's arousal juice and make her moan with your dedication.
Down below, Stella gets a bit more brazen with her movements. Her actions become these slow bounces on your cock. They start lazily, surely, and you can properly feel her warm, tight walls fluttering around your cock this way, so adamant on milking your balls into a state of drought. "It's so fucking girthy, God," she rasps needily into the cold air. "Fucking tearing my ass open."
Then, Stella quickens her sinful moves. Her languid bounces turn faster and more intense. You feel the muscles of her inner walls hugging your cock so tightly that it's making your body tremble furiously under her and Hyerin. And despite everything — every sensation you're feeling — you can only spew out profanities along the lines of fuck and shit into Hyerin's ass as a form of expression. At least they seem to be receptive to your words and hasten their depraved exercises on your body, using you as another ride — a living fucktoy, an explosive object, a warm dildo-slash-vibrator.
(Caveat: the writer has no more analogies to compare your body to — creatively stuck, to put it simply.)
Hyerin's pussy quivers around your tongue, gushing out more and more sticky, clear juice onto your lips and tongue. She moans wantonly into the air of your room, and you're not so sure whether it reeks of sex now. Regarding her being vocally energetic, it's not a case of an actual contrast against her personality earlier, but seems like a complement to each other. You feel Hyerin's pulse throbbing against your face — beat, beat. Her thighs lock your head in place without any consideration of the possibility that she'll snap it clean off your neck. (Though, you're not really troubled by the notion. Like Holly Humberstone said: to die with them here is to die happy.)
A little groundwork for establishing your sexual activities — you get the idea of women's escalation in their expressions as they're about the reach their climaxes. You've read about it from quite a number of sources, with and without intent. And right now, you're rather ecstatic to apply that knowledge over Hyerin's and Stella's orgasms grinding and bouncing on your body, using it as a living canvas for their holes.
So, Hyerin is rubbing her cunt on your face as fast as she can. It's the speed she can go without exhausting herself on top of you (though still with disregard to your ability to lavish her nectar). Her moans grow mindless and debauched with the seconds that pass, and you can feel her folds clenching above your lips needily. It's a lot, surely, but you'd be awfully stupid to announce a session termination right now.
Stella remains vigorous in bouncing on your cock. Her walls contract around your length powerfully, drawing moans and whines out of your vocal cords with each time she moves. You can feel her ass latching onto the entire surface area of your length, not wanting to let go as Stella shifts. Each heave of her asshole on your cock snaps and rewires your nerves mercilessly in the cold air. The sound she's making from her throat grows louder and more depraved, and right now, the room becomes this tightly packed capsule of sinful stimuli under the moonlight.
"I'm gonna cum," Stella announces — whiny, reckless with the volume — but fuck the neighbors (and Stella's ass), really. Her hands grab your legs, perhaps bending her body backwards at an angle. She's fucking herself with your cock at a pace that's making your brain go haywire — the friction, the tightness, the warmth. You're never jerking yourself off without thinking of Stella Kim's perfectly snug asshole again.
Hyerin doesn't declare a thing — none of that I'm close nonsense — but you can sense her impending calamity building up against your face as she rides you with greater ferocity. Those breaths are going more and more frantic. Her thick thighs tremble against your cheeks in a mania. She's about to unleash torrents of her girlcum into your mouth, and dazed and confused and all lusted-out like this, you're quenching your thirst with all that she has.
To do it conveniently, there's this tsunami raging from afar. It's about to strike you in just a matter of heartbeats, making your body stiffen under the women helplessly as your cock paints Stella's insides with your cum. You can't announce, of course, utterly muted by Hyerin's pretty pussy brushing your face with slickness. The glee of participation is still there, at least — to be a vessel for the pleasure of two women.
You don't babble nonsense anymore, just pressing your tongue hard against Hyerin's cunt. It's the same response for each iteration: you lick, she moans, her moans spur you on, yadda yadda about the other lesser details. The notes fall into their places perfectly for you and Hyerin, and the same goes for you and Stella. Her asshole is tight — fact. Your cock is big — debatable. You two can't find your rhythm — bullshit. Everything is synchronized, just at the cost of half your life. It falls into a cliché of living a double life, but that's the best you can compare it to at this moment.
It approaches a little sooner that you've expected, and you gain this urge to hold on to something while you ride your climax out inside Stella. The instinct points towards something meaty enough for your fingers to bury themselves into fully. Therefore, your hands latch onto the globes of Hyerin's (again, positively) fat ass, and she groans exasperatedly.
"Fuck, grope my ass like that, bitch boy," Hyerin screeches — huffy — followed by moans that are blending with Stella's to make the room a sanctuary of debauchery.
You're not completely certain who among the girls cums first — A New Hope problem, but non-fatal. Perhaps there's a split-second difference in Hyerin's salty squirt coating your tongue and Stella's hot juice splashing on your tummy. Regardless, you keep squeezing and kneading Hyerin's cheeks desperately under the two women who are wetting your body. The climactic whines are rather loud and unrestrained, and those are going to wake someone up right now, surely.
(One might say it's a late-night shower for the funny, but this amount of water volume won't wash any filth away from you, even more so applying another layer onto your skin.)
For you, maybe it's the taste of Hyerin or the sensation of Stella on your stomach that makes your cock pulse angrily. You feel this shock through your body, and your length twitches inside Stella's warmth as it shoots the first spurt of your cum into her wanting hole.
"Fuck, you're, you're cumming in my ass," Stella cries between the spurts of her squirt. Your cock continues shooting ropes and globs of semen deep into her. Most of the bodily responses are common to you at this point — stiff spine, hitched breath, rolling eyes, et cetera — just that it happens inside Stella Kim's asshole in lieu of your right hand this time.
The three of you bask in the high of your orgasms for a moment before settling down on Earth once more. Everyone is tired. Everyone is spent. Everyone is satisfied. The veins in your cock pulse against Stella's fluttering walls surrounding it. Hyerin collapses face-first onto your drenched tummy, probably getting a taste of Stella's nectar in the process. Her pussy remains heaving on top of your face, although you just have no intention (and stamina) to move your face out of the way. Your air is just the smell of her cunt, and you're content with that.
"Fucking hell," Hyerin manages weakly, body still quivering on top of yours. Her warm breaths make contact with your frame, shivering you a little more with the closeness. "Maybe I'll come back to you, bitch boy, my bitch boy."
You just chuckle against her body feebly before letting go of her ass. Down below, Stella pulls herself off your cock as well, letting a copious amount of cum dripping from her spread asshole onto your mattress. You're going to have to clean it tomorrow (or today), certainly, but you want to lie here first, even if just for a short while, with your fatigued mistresses.
"You came so much, baby," Stella whines, voice barely above a whisper. "Good thing it's not in my pussy. I don't wanna get pregnant yet," and she giggles.
And for a moment, the three of you just lie there, letting the sound of your air conditioner envelop you after a round of sinful debauchery. Hyerin shifts her ass a bit to give you space to breathe in the sex-stricken air. You close your eyes, trying not to give in to the exhaus—
—
The sound of the alarm — Radial — is the first thing you hear. You scramble for your phone and slide the modal off promptly — half past seven ante meridiem.
You're naked, of course. The room smells of your spring air freshener — a contrast to the outside world's autumn and its brownish leaves.
You look around the room groggily, finding your pyjamas sitting all crumpled by the roller chair. There's this stain on the mattress just in front of your crotch — your cum. You feel sick to your stomach, and you're certain that it stems from the lack of sleep.
Last night definitely happened — Jeong Hyerin and Stella Kim barging into your room and having mind-blowing sex with you.
You get off the bed with your leg aching. Then, your phone dings a notification — Messages.
Unknown, 7:31 AM: hey mister flatlined
The user is still typing another message from the other side.
Oh, yeah, you just remember that half of your life is basically gone because of last night's event, and you realize how lucky you are to be alive right now. Your fate is much, much better than the other flatlined figures.
Luck's still in your favor.
Unknown, 7:31 AM: you know what happens if the clip is out
Unknown, 7:31 AM: [Skull]
You can do nothing but gulp in fear, watching the three dots lingering over your message box. Your body quivers at the potential of your life being evaluated by SM and Modhaus. You're going to be priced. You're going to be hunted.
You're going to be flatlined — for real this time, dead.
A bit of a tonal shift — the anonymous character doesn't leave you in a state of dread, at least.
Unknown, 7:32 AM: thanks for last night tho
Unknown, 7:32 AM: call us if you want another round
Unknown, 7:32 AM: [Kiss Mark] [Kiss Mark]
You wait for a few seconds for another message. It doesn't come.
You don't know what feeling it is, but you just stand by your bed, naked, chuckling softly against the morning glow from the window.
Your muscles ache as you walk to the train station, effects of the first proper workout in a while. Your loins are aching with something else though. The entrapment of Jiwoo's thighs and the ridged warmth of her mouth left a burning desire within you, something you're determined to fulfill.
In all honesty, you weren't about to take this swimming course all that seriously. Just something to fulfill the mandatory 'personal exercise' slot on your report card. Lee Jiwoo flipped that lackluster will on its head, and you're now laser focused like you've never been with any physical activity before.
Besides the exercises she recommended to help you along, you do others as well. Swimming isn't the only physical skill you're trying to improve, after all. Ecstatic as you were to have an actual woman bring you to orgasm, you reached it concerningly, embarrassingly fast.
So you look up and perform all sorts of things; pelvic exercises, healthier foods that improve semen quality, and staying hydrated.
When the next lesson finally rolls around, you're well prepared. Jiwoo shows up in the same black swimming outfit that drove you crazy last week, though covered up by a loose grey sweater.
"Well, good evening," she greets you, smirking as she glances down at your bulge, already hard. "You ready for today, rookie?"
"Absolutely."
"Follow me."
You do the basic warming up exercises as before; stretching and breathing, mostly. Jiwoo then leads you into the shower stalls, nigh empty at this day and hour. Taking you into one, she closes the curtain and instructs you to sit down on the changing bench.
"So..." she licks her lip, eyeing your cock as it springs free from your shorts. " ...ready to focus?"
"Mhm," you nod, your cock twitching in search of her touch. She chuckles and wraps her hand around it, doing a few slow pumps that make you groan.
"So damn eager for me, this guy'll need a proper draining." Jiwoo ties her hair in a bun and kneels, her breaths hot against your tip. She wastes no further time and takes you in, wrapping her lips around you.
You sigh and grunt as she engulfs the rest of your shaft, pressing her nose against your pelvis. Jiwoo moans and you can feel her relaxing her throat, accepting you just a little bit deeper.
She starts moving, her tongue flat against your underside. Her fingers work in tandem with her mouth, rolling pumps that stimulate you where her mouth isn't.
Jiwoo maintains eye contact the whole time, raising a brow a couple minutes in. She hums around your shaft and your hips buck into her, making her gag and pull off.
"Fuck, you're eager. And...lasting longer, too. Impressive," she smirks, catching a breath. She goes again but harder, faster. "S–Shit, Jiwoo noona..."
Her tongue sits idle no longer, swirling around your sensitive head and slit, slobbering saliva all over her chin and making these nasty, lustful slurping noises. The raised intensity soon proves too much for you, feeling your release knocking on your doors.
"Ahh...noona, that's it, don't stop, don't stop, I'm so close," you whimper, holding on for a climax—that doesn't come. Jiwoo stops abruptly, squeezing the base of your shaft.
You whine at the denial of your orgasm, holding Jiwoo's head. "Noona...why?" She stays right in place, not making any sound. Only after a whole minute does she release you, smirking. "Be...patient. You've lasted this long, you can go longer." The cycle restarts, working you right to the edge and stopping again.
You're practically begging at this point, shivering and whining needily. "Please, I wanna cum..." Jiwoo gets going again, a bit faster from the start. This time she doesn't stop, moaning and gagging on your cock as you're close to busting.
When you cum, you do so with a broken sob, arching your back off the wall. Your release is explosive, pent-up from Jiwoo's edging. Heavy spurts of your spunk drench her mouth, some going straight down her throat.
Jiwoo hums throughout your climax, fluttering her eyes. She swallows in loud gulps with you still inside her, arousing you enough to squeeze out a little bit more cum, absolutely draining your reserves.
Both your breaths are ragged when she pulls off, though you're decidedly more wrecked than she is.
Jiwoo smiles and wipes her mouth, rising to her feet. "Well? Got it all out...of your system?" she pants, licking her lips.
You offer a weak nod in response, your eyes half-lidded. "Good. Come on, we haven't even started yet!" She laughs and turns around, heading for the pool. You take a second and stand up, walking in tow with a slight twitch in your steps.
The lesson goes, well, swimmingly. You learn new skills and apply them quite well. Fairly textbook by most accounts, but not to you. This is an achievement and a half.
"That's what I'm talking about! Up top!" Jiwoo exclaims excitedly as you finish up, offering a high-five which you take some time to hit, so expended are your physical capacities.
The bizarre "pre-focus exercise" really did work, though not in the way Jiwoo laid out. No such thing as being too drained to get hard for her, not after one release.
Rather it's the guarantee, the promise that you'll get another go on the next lesson that spurs you to perform to the best of your abilities.
Next week can't come fast enough, with you filling in what gaps you had (and 'borrowed') from your course work towards exercises.
The lesson rolls around, Jiwoo gets a lot more daring. She does the whole thing right beneath the surface of the pool, risking a stern dismissal by the lifeguard at the very least.
That naughty thrill, along with the mind-numbing contrast between the cold pool water and Jiwoo's hot mouth makes your eventual climax more intense. So much so that you dip your face under the surface to scream into the water as you cum, getting a good proper view of Jiwoo's handiwork at the same time. Tight as the seal of her lips are, a few drops of semen float away here and there.
"Noona, I have a proposition," you tell her as you finish warming up on the next lesson. "Yeah? What is it?" Jiwoo asks, halting the usual steps towards the locker room.
You fidget with the swim trunks housing your erection, taking a deep breath before offering, "How about...no focusing exercise today, but! You give me a challenge at the end. And if I succeed, I get a reward!"
Jiwoo lets out an intrigued hum, the corner of her mouth tugging upwards as she tilts her head and puts her hands on her hips. Gosh, that is so fucking hot, but you got to hold your ground.
"Getting confident, rookie? Or cocky, should I say?" she chuckles, crossing her arms. "Alright. I'll bite. What kinda reward do you want?"
You brave a confident smile as you answer, "I'll tell you about it if I succeed." Satisfied, Jiwoo claps her hand and heads for the pool, excitement evident in her steps. "Well, let's not waste any time then. Come on!"
The lesson carries on without much drama, ferrying you towards the big event; the challenge. Pretty simple on paper; you have to do a certain number of laps within a time limit. Not quite so simple for your physique and skill though, so it's a proper challenge.
With your burning passion for self-improvement—though for mostly the reward you had in mind, really, you take it up. Applying everything you had learned so far, plus a little bit more.
Your efforts pay off, completing the last required lap by the skin your teeth. "And time. Holy moly, you got real close—0.62 seconds to spare! Well done, rookie! Good shit!"
Your ears are still adjusting from being immersed in water for so long plus the incredible physical demand, but you can hear Jiwoo's excited hollers reverberating around the wide space. The tension and soreness in your body melts away a little.
You wipe your face and glance at Jiwoo, the woman still watching her stopwatch with a level of genuine awe you've never seen from her before. "He...he really did it. Wow, unbelievable." You scoff and pull yourself up, sitting on the edge. "Are you that blown away?"
Jiwoo's eyes dart between you and the timepiece, her mouth stammering with glee. "W–Well, yeah! This is incredible!" Her voice becomes smaller, less polished. "To be honest, I didn’t expect you to clear it."
You laugh and lay a hand on your chest, your lungs still recovering from the great feat. "So, what's that...reward you were talking about? I'll grant it, whatever it is!" Jiwoo states, crouching beside you.
Your lips curve into a knowing smirk, though you're still panting. "I'll...I'll let you know, noona." The last word is stressed just a bit beyond normal.
Jiwoo concurs and rises to her feet, straightening her outfit. "Well, take your time, catch a proper breath. You earned it. I'll...go ahead and clean up first, okay?"
You nod, watching her ass sway as she walks away. Her steps are a bit different than usual though, a different rhythm. You raise a brow at this, but shrug it off. Right now, you're determined to get that reward from her.
Having cooled down, you silently make your way to the showers. But instead of going into your favorite spot, you tiptoe towards the only one that's occupied, water already running.
As you get close, your ears pick up other sounds among the trickling of the water. Sighs, along with something smaller, rhythmic, wet. Right as you arrive, another joins the ensemble; a quiet, but definite moan. Moaning your name.
You peek through the curtain and what you find sends a surge of energy through you. Lee Jiwoo is sitting on the bench, her eyes half lidded, her mouth agape, and her hands touching herself. One kneads her supple breasts, the other digs into her cunt with two fingers. Her long hair is also down, making her look all the more dazzling.
Your erection is the hardest it's ever been, almost painful even against your elastic garment. Your own fingers find your crotch, rubbing it slowly. A particular move of Jiwoo's fingers elicit a yelp out of her, along with jolting her eyes open.
Eyes that land right on you. She yelps and scrambles to her feet, covering herself poorly. "W–What are you doing...how long have you been looking?"
You gulp and stride in past the curtains, your eyes fixed on her. "Long enough. Seemed real nice, whoever it was you're imagining."
"T–That's..." she stammers, "None of your—what are you doing in here anyways? Why aren't you in your own shower?!"
"Actually, I was coming over for my reward," you reply smugly, now with some newfound confidence.
"Your...reward? Here, now? Why didn't you wait for me to finish up?" she hisses, turning her body as if it'll do anything to hide her. "Because...the reward is you, Lee Jiwoo."
She bites her lip and lets out a small whine. You'd miss it if you weren't so hot for her right now. "M–Me?"
"Yeah. To be honest..." You step closer into the shower. "I decided I wasn't satisfied with just your mouth on me. I wanted...more of you."
Jiwoo's too mortified to comment, shrinking into herself somewhat. "And the only way I could think of getting that was right here, in this shower," you continue, taking another step.
"Now, I was gonna be real nervous and excited, not sure if you were gonna let me. But now I see..." Your eyes leer over her hungrily, tracing her slender figure, her curves, that tantalizing pussy half-hidden by her quivering hands. "...you're just as eager for more of me, Jiwoo-ya."
Jiwoo whimpers—actually whimpers, sitting back down on the bench. "That's n–not true! How dare you say that!"
"Oh really? Then why were you fingering yourself to my name just now, hm? Care to explain that, Jiwoo-ya?" Another step and you're close enough to really see and smell her true feelings. "Or are you gonna tell me there happens to be another dude with the exact same name that you're hot for?"
Jiwoo scrunches her face hard, your presence domineering in this small space. "You...i–it's...that—"
"Tell me, Jiwoo. Say it straight and sure to my face that you weren't getting off to me earlier. Then maybe I'll believe you," you purr. Sure enough, Jiwoo can't say it, her mouth trembling in silence before dashing out a deflection. "Why...why'd you drop the honorifics? Who are you calling me Jiwoo-ya?"
"Tsk tsk. I read up your profile on the site. Turns out you're over year younger! Here I was calling you noona," you laugh. "You do give that vibe, to be fair."
Jiwoo makes another helpless sound, unable to look at you directly. "Though...it seems like you like being called the other way better. Am I wrong, Jiwoo-ya?"
You ooze in some extra sweetness with that name, and that sets her off. She grunts and leaps to her feet, crashing against you. Her lips claim yours with a spirited want, devouring it sloppily, tongue probing every possible push point.
You're caught off-guard for a second, but reciprocate right after. You deepen the kiss with equal fervor, exchanging your saliva with hers, slobbering all over your faces. The taste of chlorine, sweat, and something inherently hers mix together, creating a burst of flavors that numb your mind.
Your hand explores her body, mapping the expanses of her bare back, sliding down to squeeze her perky ass. Jiwoo lets out a needy whine into your mouth, chasing it as you pull off to lean down toward her tits, getting good mouthfuls of each. Your tongue swirls around her sensitive, stone hard nipples, earning a broken shriek.
Jiwoo doesn't keep you there for long though, pulling you up to face her again. She briefly stares you down with lust before latching onto your lips again, her hands reaching, clawing for your trunks. You promptly do away with them yourself, tossing them onto some corner of the stall.
Jiwoo pulls away with a gasp, her gaze snapped down to your throbbing shaft with equal nerve and fascination. She looks up at you again as she wraps her fingers around it, making you groan.
"I want it. I want it in me so bad, give it to me already," Jiwoo whispers, almost sobbing. You slide your fingers along her folds, feeling her juices leaking, much warmer than the shower water. Jiwoo flinches at the contact, but her hips seek you out more.
"You want it so bad, Jiwoo? Tell me." You part her pussy lips and curl a finger in, earning a choked cry from her. "How long have you been touching yourself to me?"
"Fuck! Since...ever since that first day. Since I had it between my thighs, it—" You insert another finger and her hips jerk forward, stealing a breath from her lips. "I couldn't stop...stop thinking about it. How you'd feel inside me, stretching me out—ahh! Shit!"
Jiwoo's breathless confessions get to you, and you flip her around, her ass facing you. You kiss and slurp at the skin of her neck and shoulders, rubbing your tip between her cheeks. "I couldn't stop thinking about it either, Jiwoo-ya. How your pussy would feel all wrapped around me."
Jiwoo shudders and reaches behind for your butt, trying to push you into her. "Then stop—fucking—teasing...and put it inside me already. Fuck me!" she roars.
"Ah-ah." You push along her slit instead of into it, just rubbing the head between the folds. "Put it inside me...what, Jiwoo-ya?"
Jiwoo snaps her head around, shooting a fiery, but desperate gaze. You hold it until she submits, which doesn't take long. "P–Put it inside me...oppa."
"There you are." You slide your tip into her properly, pushing past her folds. Jiwoo lets out a broken cry, her body trembling and her nectar leaking faster. "Tell me more. How bad do you want this dick?"
No hesitation this time. "I–I want it filling me up. I want my pussy to mold to it so perfectly that I remember your shape before your name...I want it so bad, oppa! Give it to me!"
You oblige and slide the rest of the way in, silencing her needy squeaks then turning them into a piercing scream as you push past some kind of soft wall. "Wait, you...you're a virgin too, Lee Jiwoo?"
She nods furiously, biting her lip and whimpering. "Then how...how were you so—fuck! Good with the...the mouth?" You push in another centimeter.
"I, I, I...some nasty ex b–boyfriend and random strangers. Never—ughhh! Never got past the blowjobs, so that's...all know. Keep going, please!
"You sure? It won't hurt?"
"I'll...manage. Give it all to me, oppa..."
So you do, sliding forward until you bottom out. You breathe out a held gasp, feeling Jiwoo's unbelievable cunt welcome you. It's mind-numbingly tight and yet velvety, flexible. Pushing back with just the right pressure. Words and porn videos can't do justice at how phenomenal this actually feels.
"J–Jiwoo-ya! I'm...iniside you!"
"Yeah! I can...oh my God! It's so...so much bigger in my pussy than in my mouth! I'm so full, oppa!" After taking a minute to adjust, you begin thrusting. Your rhythms are initally sloppy, even slipping out twice.
That cycle is soon perfected though, your combined moans and cries beating out the rush of the shower water. The vagina is entirely different to your hand and even her mouth, so you have to reconfigure your brain to try and last longer.
Jiwoo doesn't seem to be bothering to, however. The dredges of your shaft into her walls sends her brain haywire, her jaws slacked open with her tongue sticking out, making way for the most primal, unhinged noises you've ever heard a woman make.
The sight and sensation is steering you fast towards climax as well, and you grind to a stop, trying not to move another inch as you let the build-up plateau.
"Oppa..." Jiwoo mewls deliriously. "I'm getting close, I can't stand it...you're too—too good..."
"I–I know, Jiwoo-ya. I don't...I'm gonna bust too. But not yet. I wanna...I wanna look at you." Having sufficiently paused, you pull out and turn her around, her back against the wall.
You lift up one of Jiwoo's long legs and line up, thrusting back in with one continuous motion. Jiwoo sobs and throws her head back, her arms wrapped around your neck for dear life.
The new position stretches her cunt tighter, finding it harder to pull back. Once you fine tune the effort needed, the reward is exhilarating. Jiwoo's pleas somehow get louder than they already were, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Oppa! Too much, too good! Don't...don't sto–op! Right there..."
"You are so fucking hot, Lee Jiwoo. I can't...hold it either. Where do you want it? Tits? Ass? Face?" you wheeze.
Jiwoo's on the precipice of comprehension, but her demand is clear "Inside! Don’t pull out, do it i–inside! Ahh...fu–uck!"
"What? Inside? I'm not—mmmhh! No protection, Jiwoo-ya! You could get pregnant!"
"I'll...deal—with it, later! Umhhh! P–Pills, whatever, just...breed me! Breed me! Bree—gyah!" Jiwoo's orgasm barrels through her like a truck, shattering every single one of her overstimulated senses. Her cries are long and guttural. Intense quakes rattle her entire body, arching and convulsing rapidly, her skin slapping the walls.
You break at the same time, screaming her name as you unleash a torrent of seed deep into her, a gargantuan rush that whites out your vision. Jiwoo's nails claw into your back, her raised heel keeping you buried deep inside as her cunt clamps down with an unfathomable force. Wave after wave spurts out of you, more plentiful and intense than her mouth could coax out.
It feels like hours have passed when you both calm down, laying on the floor tangled, the shower water bouncing off your skin like an idle witness.
You stare blankly past her shoulders, contemplating the absolute volley of events that just occurred in the past twenty minutes.
“Jiwoo-ya…Lee Jiwoo. You alright? You good?” Jiwoo jolts into consciousness upon hearing your voice, her head turreting lazily. “Mmh…huh?”
“Oh, you're alive,” you chuckle weakly, stroking her wet hair. “That was…I'm fucking speechless. We came so hard…” Jiwoo laughs dazedly, her hands reaching out for your cheek. You crane your neck forward and kiss her, slowly and softly this time.
“Thank you, Jiwoo-ya. Thank you for…granting my reward, for letting me be your first. You're the best coach ever,” you whisper, soft and honest. Jiwoo smiles and hums, kissing back. “You're welcome. Thanks for…for making me feel really good, o–oppa. I won't forget it.”
“You better not,” you chuckle, pulling out. Your cum leaks like a waterfall from her swollen folds, a distinct white puddle against the dark floor. “Shit…there's—you came so much, oppa. I'm gonna have to clean up real well.”
“Let me help with that.” Both of you push yourselves up, holding onto each other for support. You clean up, clinging to your shared warmth in the rapidly cooling evening.
“Hey, um…Jiwoo-ya.” You fidget with your fingers and shake slightly, your boost of confidence gone with the lack of libido. “I've got, er…there's—I wanna ask you s–something.”
Jiwoo giggles at you, drying herself with a towel. “What is it? Spit it out, it's fine!” You breathe hard, clenching your jaws and fists to brace yourself. “Do you…wanna, like, hang out? Like, o–outside the…lessons, I mean.” Your voice trails off near the end.
Jiwoo smiles and blushes, twirling her own fingers. “Are you…asking me out?” You snap to attention and nod firmly. “Y–Yeah, I mean…yeah! Uh–huh!”
Jiwoo throws her arm around your neck, being a centimeter taller than you. “Sure. Let's go out. Wanna go somewhere after this?” Your eyes light up, exclaiming in excitement. “Yes! I mean, yeah. I'm buying! There's this—oh, I gotta change outfits though. My OOTD’s giving pretentious bum.”
Jiwoo cackles, the bright sound ringing in your ear. “I think you look pretty good. But, if you wanna dress up, sure…oppa.” Both of you giggle, hearing it now is different. “It sounds kinda weird now. I must’ve been super horny, just throwing it around like a lifeline.”
You scoff, gathering your stuff. “Well, you're gonna get used to it. Meet you outside, Jiwoo-ya!” you wave and she waves back brightly. You walk towards your locker with a skip in your step, excited for a big new step in your life. New experiences with Jiwoo. For tonight, less carnal and more…culinary. Maybe carnal again after, who knows?
a/n : Uh...since the word count's grown beyond what I envisioned (reason why I split it up to begin with), I'll make clear on something I should've from day one. For those unaware, this is @limemrys 's alt blog. I wanted to reserve the main blog for longer, more story-driven fics going forward. Those take time, and I'm quite busy. However I do write short, rough fics in between because of the horni. And they'll be uploaded on this blog. For those of you interested, do keep out for updates! I'll try and keep the length manageable though. Enough yapping, thank you for reading as always.
Tags: Aphrodisiac, Mind control, Missionary, Anal, Oral, Creampie, Multiple orgasm
Synopsis: Minsu is working as apartment's maintenance then Nakyoung on unit 7 always bugging him to fix something.
A/N: This is inspired by @flux1563 's Leeseo smut. Yours are so damn good that makes me want to use the concept for Nakyoung ❤
Minsu is working as a night shift maintenance in the apartment complex at Gangnam. His employer promised a high pay every month.
His work is not that hetic. In fact, most nights are peaceful at his station. But his peace is always ruined by a telephone. He knew that the peace disturber is none other than a woman named Nakyoung at the unit 7.
Nakyoung always want him to do the most simpliest 'fixes' ever. From replacing the lightbulb, removing the clog on the toilet bowl, squeaking door and so on.
And Nakyoung doesn't even give him a simple 'thank you'. Nakyoung is always calling him in informal way. Despite he's seven years older than her. He's 30 and she's 23.
One night, he was reading a story titled 'Perfume' by flux1563. He was fixated at the sex parts of the story as he stroking his cock. He was about to cum when the telephone ruined his orgasm.
Nakyoung wanted him to 'fix' something. He was annoyed but he went to her unit anyway. He knew Nakyoung is just teasing him.
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An hour before his night shift started. He remembered the story he read last night. The main thing of the story is a perfume that contains aphrodisiac. He doesn't know if that kind of perfume exists but he went to find out as soon as he saw a perfume store.
He entered the store and saw countless of perfumes neatly placed in every shelves. He turned to the cashier, a woman who's busy scrolling on her phone. The name tag says 'Choerry'.
"Uhh... Hi."
Choerry looked at him, a practiced smile on her face. She slid her phone to her pocket. "Hello. How may I help you, sir?"
"I... Uhh.. I know this is weird but.. Do you have something with... aphrodisiac?" Minsu is nervous, because he knew Choerry would be weirded out of his question.
But Choerry tilted her head on the side. "Aphrodisiac huh? Who's that someone you wanted to fuck that badly?" She grinned as if she nailed his intention.
That straghtforward question made him froze and try to think an excuse. "I-I... I j-just read it online."
Choerry chuckled and shaked her head. "We do have that here. I can show you variations of it but..."
"But?"
"If you wanted to test it out, I can lead you to the room in the back. I'll be willing to be your test subject." Choerry bit her lower lip as she looked at him seductively.
"P-Pardon? I... I don't think t-that's a good thing.."
Choerry laughed at his awkwardness. "I'm just kidding, handsome. You looked so cute when you're flustered like that!"
Then Choerry showed a stack of aphrodisiac perfumes. "Here's the few brands that promised a long lasting effect. That will make every girl wet their panties instantly."
"So... what do you recommend?"
"My recommendation? Ah! this one. A bottle named 'Initio Absolute Aphrodisiac'. Sounds cheesy but this one is best among others. Many people online are talking about this. Plus, me and my ex-boyfriend used it and we fucked until morning." Again, Minsu is surprised at Choerry's straightforwardness.
Minsu held the bottle and sure enough, this perfume is eye-catching among others. "I'll buy this."
"You know... What I said earlier about testing the perfume. It's not entirely a joke. If you know what I mean." Choerry winked at him as she placed the perfume on it's designated box. She puts it on a store's paper bag and held it to him.
"I... I'll think about it. Thanks." Minsu shyly bowed at Choerry then left the store. He felt her eyes following him as he walked out.
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Around 9 pm. He was waiting patiently for Nakyoung to call him for another 'fix'.
Sure enough, The telephone rang. "Hey. My bedroom's AC is acting up. Fix it fast, I can't sleep without it."
"Fine. I'll go." Minsu stood up, he slid the perfume on his toolbox before going to unit 7.
As soon as he arrived at Nakyoung's unit. She was just laying down on the couch, busy on her phone. Wearing matching white hoodie and pyjama pants.
Minsu went to her bedroom and it was quite warm. He knew the AC is the problem. He turned off the power then went to the unit's balcony to check the inverter and the wire needs to be replaced.
After he replaced it, he checked the refrigerant and it wasn't low than he expected but then he saw an empty bottle shaped cartilage that was meant for fragrance.
He pulled out the perfume from the toolbox and poured it on the cartilage then he quickly finished his job.
"You're AC is fixed now. It should be blowing cold air but it won't last long because the refrigerant is going to be out soon."
Nakyoung stood up from the couch and walked past him. Going to her bedroom without saying thanks.
"Hey. Can I grab a cold glass of water on your fridge?"
"Go ahead." Nakyoung replied before she went inside of her bedroom, closing the door shut.
Minsu poured a cold water on a coffee mug and took his time to drink. He was trying to stall time to see if his plan worked.
Then slow and carefull steps to her bedroom. He pressed his ear against the door and he heard a faint moan. He grabbed the doorknob, he hoped Nakyoung didn't locked her door. Lucky for him, it was unlocked as he twist the knob.
Minsu saw Nakyoung laying down on the bed. Her hands went frantic on her own body as she took the effects of the aphrodisiac. Minsu grinned widely, his plan truly worked.
He went inside of her bedroom and he caught the scent as well. He was feeling hot and his cock erected and throbbing on his pants in no time. Minsu closed the door behind him, the noise didn't even interrupt Nakyoung. She kept groping her own breast under the hoodie while the other hand busy rubbing her own clit under the pyjamas.
Minsu sat beside her on the bed. Nakyoung stared at him for few seconds then suddenly she straddled his lap. Her eyes had an internal conflict of her consciousness and intense lust before she leaned down for a kiss.
As their lips met, a spark of electricity ran through their bodies. Nakyoung's tongue slipped past his lips. He opened willingly, deepening the kiss as their tongues danced and entwined. His hands roamed over her slender waist, feeling the heat and softness of her flesh under the hoodie.
Breaking the kiss, they were both panting, chests heaving. Nakyoung's eyes were glazed with desire. She reached up, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled his head back for another kiss. This time, her hands on the hem of his shirt as she tugging it up.
As soon as Minsu's shirt tossed aside carelessly, Nakyoung pushed him to lay down on her bed. She started kissing from his jaw down to his toned chest. Nakyoung licked and nibbled his nipples. That made him groan loudly. He never thought the effect of that perfume is so strong.
Until he felt her hands pulling down his pants, he helped her remove it. Nakyoung groped his erection through his briefs. Nakyoung rubbed her face on it like a cat in heat. "Hhhmm~~ So big... and warm~"
Nakyoung's actions became more urgent, desperate almost, as if she couldn't get enough of him. With a swift motion, she tug down his briefs, freeing his throbbing erection. It sprang up, hard and ready, the tip glistening with precum.
She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking greedily as her hand pumped the base. "F-Fuck! Goddamn... it! Shi-" Minsu moaned out loud, the feeling of Nakyoung's plump lips sucking his cockhead made him losing his mind. "Hhmmm~~ So good~~" Nakyoung hummed in delight, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his shaft.
Her free hand wandered lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her pyjamas to cup the warmth between her thighs. The crouch part of her pyjamas was already soaked with her arousal. With a muffled whimper, she ground against her palm, finding relief from the building need.
After a while, Nakyoung suddenly stopped. "Fuck... It's so fucking... hot in here." Heavy panting in between her words as she sat back on his lap to yank her hoodie up and tossed it away.
Minsu's breath hitched as it turns out that she's wearing nothing underneath that hoodie. Her breasts were indeed generous, the dark brown nipples standing at attention, begging for his touch. He reached out, her cupped her mounds before sucking her pert nipples.
"Auuughh~~" Nakyoung head threw back as she continued grinding her slick heat along his length, coating him in her juices. The sensation was incredible, her wetness mingling with the hardness of his cock.
Then Nakyoung pulled back, breaking contact. She looked down at him with wild, lust-filled eyes. "I need you to eat me out." she panted, she frantically pulling down her pyjamas. Showed him her wet pussy then straddled between his head. "Now."
Seeing how wet and needy she is, Minsu leaned forward to lick and suck her wet clit hungrily. "Auughh!! Fuck! Yes! Ah! Eat... my.. fucking... pussy!" She shouted without any care of the world outside. She gripped his hair as she rode his hard-working mouth.
Nakyoung's cries grew louder, as Minsu's skilled tongue worked her sensitive clit. He lapped at her dripping folds, savoring her taste, before focusing on her engorged clit.
"More... More! Don't you.. Ah! Dare to stop!"
Responding to her pleas, he sucked the little nub into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it in tight circles. Nakyoung bucked against his face, her nails digging into his scalp as pleasure coiled tighter within her.
Meanwhile, his hands provided a delightful counterpoint, kneading and tugging at her full breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of ecstasy straight to her core. "I... Shit! I'm almost... Almost Ah! Ahh! Ahh-"
Nakyoung's climax hits her. Her back ached, Her whole body twitching, eyes rolled upwards, tongue lolled out lewdly as she squirted a lot on his mouth. Some trailed down on his chin. Minsu wholeheartedly swallowed her juices.
Nakyoung lands beside him. Eyes closed shut, Swollen lips parted as she breathes heavily, her legs stayed apart. Minsu looked at Nakyoung's post-orgasmic state.
Without hesitation, he crawled over to her, pressing his still-hard member against her slick folds. "We're not done yet, brat. I'm gonna fuck you so hard for being an ungrateful bitch."
Instead of protesting, Nakyoung welcomed him eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Do it... Please.. Fuck me... hard. Punish me."
"Nah ah..." Minsu held Nakyoung's neck. Not hard, just enough pressure that made her gasp. "Not until you call me Daddy."
"P-Please... Da-Daddy... I need.. it! Punish me.. with your cock!"
Satisfied. With a deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. "FUCK! You're tight as fuck!" Nakyoung's back arched off from the mattress, she met every thrust with equal fervor.
Their bodies moved in rhythmic thrusts, bed creaking loudly and the perfume still filling the whole bedroom. Fogging their minds with it's strong aphrodisiac effect.
Minsu's right hand still holding her neck with a slight pressure on her throat while his other hand tugged her nipple roughly then slapping her breast. "You fucking... brat. I'm older than you but.. you keep calling me in informal way. Not even a simple thank you everytime I finished fixing your shits!" He tugged her other nipple then slapped her breast until both of it are swollen and sensitive.
"I'm.. sorry... Daddy.. I... I p-promise.. I will behave!'
Minsu pulled her in another heated kiss. Tongues tangling as they devoured each other. Nakyoung's arms wrapped around his neck, her ankles locking behind his back to pull him impossibly deeper.
The sensation of her pulsing walls clenching around him was overwhelming. Minsu pounded into her with reckless abandon. Each thrust hit her cervix, making her close to another orgasm.
Nakyoung's moans vibrated against his lips, spurring him on. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering, signaling her another climax. With a final, brutal thrust, Nakyoung unleashed her second orgasm. Stronger than the last.
Nakyoung squirted on his cock. Ruining her bedsheets beneath them as Minsu continues to thrust, trying to overstimulate her.
He knew he was about to reach his own peak, he suddenly pulled his cock out. "W-Why..." Nakyoung whined at the emptiness but she squealed when he flipped her around. Making her lay down on her stomach.
He raised her hips then his hand came down with a resounding smack on Nakyoung's plump ass, the sound echoing through the room. "Ahhh!! D-Daddy!" She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, her hips jerking reflexively.
Undeterred, he delivered another stinging blow, followed by a third. Nakyoung's skin flushed pink, her ass cheeks jiggling with each impact. Minsu's cock throbbed, aching to bury itself back inside her.
Positioning himself once more, he lined up with her entrance and thrust forward, sinking into her welcoming heat. Nakyoung moaned, her voice muffled by the mattress as he began to move, pounding into her roughly as possible.
Minsu's grip on Nakyoung's hair tightened, forcing her head back as he continued to spank her ass with unrestrained brutality. Each impact reverberated through her body, mixing with the intense friction of his thrusts.
"You're nothing but a filthy slut, Nakyoung." he growled against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You love getting fucked like this, don't you?"
"Y-Yes! Yes Daddy! I'm your... slut! Your fucktoy!" Nakyoung couldn't help but arch her back, craving more of the degradation. Minsu's cock plunged deeper, hitting that sweet spot within her that made her eyes rolled up, fists clenching the soaked bed sheets.
"You're mine now, Nakyoung. All mine, even your hair." he sneered, punctuating his claim with another spank. "And I'm going to use you however I want, here in your unit."
He wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her upright. His chest pressed against her bare back as he kept thrusting in and out of her clit.
Minsu's dominant grip on Nakyoung's waist held her steady as he continued to ravage her from behind, his thick cock stroking her sensitive clit with every merciless thrust. She moaned into their passionate kiss, lost in the haze of arousal induced by the perfume.
Their saliva mingled, drooling down Nakyoung's chin, neck, and breasts. They didn't paid no attention to the mess. Minsu's sole focus on claiming her completely, while Nakyoung is on the edge of her third orgasm.
Breaking the kiss, he leaned down to bite her neck roughly before soothing the sting with his tongue. Nakyoung's back bowed, a high-pitched keen escaping her as pleasure surged through her core.
"Almost there, slut... Get ready to take my load."
Minsu's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax. Nakyoung's body tensed, her inner walls clamping down on his pistoning cock.
"That's it, cum on my cock again." Minsu commanded, his fingers digging into her hip bones as he hammered into her. "Show me what a desperate whore you are."
With a throaty roar, Minsu buried himself to the hilt and exploded, his seed erupting in powerful jets deep within Nakyoung's spasming cunt. Wave after wave of his hot cum flooded her, filling her to the brim as he rode out his orgasm.
"I-I'm... cumming.. too! D...Daddy!!"
Nakyoung's orgasmic moans filled the room, her whole body shuddered as her third climax ripped through her. Both of them fell down on the soaked mattress. They stayed pressed together. Their sweaty bodies and heaving breaths mingled.
As soon as he pulled back from his embrace, his cock pulled out from her overstimulated cunt with a wet pop. It leaked an excess amount of his semen.
Usually his cock will soften but this time, it's still erect hard and wanting for more. Minsu thought that's the effect of the perfume. He stared at Nakyoung's ass then a wicked grin on his face as he's got an idea.
Without warning, he gripped her hips and positioned her in all fours again. Nakyoung's eyes widened in surprise, but she made no move to resist as he knelt behind her. Her whole body is sore and exhausted but she need more. More of Minsu's rough treatment against her.
He spat on her asshole and pushed two fingers inside. Nakyoung's groaned, her body tensed. He immediately knew that she never been fucked there before. He added another finger just to make her hole open wider.
"Now, slut.. It's time for your other hole to get some attention." he purred, rubbing the head of his dick to her slight opened asshole.
Minsu applied gentle pressure, slowly pushing the tip of his cock against Nakyoung's tight asshole. "Uughhh~~ D-Daddy..." She whimpered, her body instinctively trying to push back, but he maintained his hold, grinding against her resistance.
"Shh, relax." he cooed, his voice laced with false reassurance. "It'll feel good, I promise."
With a swift thrust, Minsu'a cock slowly sinking into her tight heat inch by inch. "AGGHHH!!! IT... IT HURTS!" She screamed, her nails digging into the sheets as her body struggled to accommodate his cock to her asshole.
Minsu didn't give her a moment to adjust, He started to move. Each rough thrust stretched her further, the burn gradually giving way to a twisted pleasure. Nakyoung burried her face in her pillow.
He can't see her face but Nakyoung is drooling hard on her pillow as she takes his cock on her asshole. She felt him arranging her guts. The effect of perfume seemed to amplify her submission, her body surrendering to his dominance as if possessed.
Minsu's grip on Nakyoung's ass tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he picked up speed, pounding into her asshole with abandon.
Minsu reached between Nakyoung's thighs, finding her swollen clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, determined to bring her to another mindless peak.
Minsu's thrusts became erratic as he neared his climax once more. Nakyoung's body shook beneath him, her cries of pleasure muffled by the pillow as she unleashed another intense orgasm.
"Fuck! Nakyoung... I'm gonna... fill your ass!"
With a final, brutal plunge, Minsu buried himself to the hilt and released another waves of hot semen deep into Nakyoung's ass. His cock twitched with each pulse, painting her insides with his thick, sticky seed.
Panting heavily, Minsu collapsed onto Nakyoung's back, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he savored the aftermath. The room was heavy with the musky scent of sex and the strong aphrodisiac.
Minsu nuzzled into her sweaty nape and bit her earlobe. "Still not done yet, slut. The only hole I need to fill is your pretty mouth."
He spun her around, facing him. That plump lips are inviting, she's still drooling like a mess. He slapped her cheek by his still erect cock. "Hey. Open it wide, slut. Suck my cock like what you did earlier."
Nakyoung, who's still under the influence of the perfume. She opened her mouth, lolling her tongue out like an obedient slut. Her big doe eyes reflecting of her submissive self.
Minsu grinned darkly as he watched Nakyoung's lips part obediently, her tongue lolled out in a wanton display. He grasped his throbbing cock, smearing the mix of their juices all over her face before guiding it toward her waiting mouth.
"That's right... Take Daddy's cock like a good girl."
As Nakyoung's plush lips enveloped the head of his dick, Minsu groaned, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet mouth. He began to thrust, roughly fucking her face as he gazed down at her with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.
Minsu grabbed a handfuls of her hair as he used her head to forcefully thrusting his cock down to her throat. Nakyoung lets him do it. Her whole body is limp on the bed. Only thing she can do is sucking his cock, swirling her tongue slowly around it and her muffled throaty moans.
"Mmm, look at you. Taking it so well. Such a good little cocksucker for Daddy, aren't you?"
Nakyoung's muffled moans vibrated around his shaft, adding to the intense stimulation. Minsu's balls drew up, signaling his third climax.
"Take it all, slut. Your stomach will be full of my cum!" With a few more brutal thrusts, he buried himself in her willing throat and unleashed another torrent of semen, pumping stream after stream of his hot, sticky release directly into her stomach. Nakyoung's throat is working hard as she swallowed his semen.
As he emptied himself, Minsu held Nakyoung's head in place, ensuring every last drop coated her taste buds.
He pulled his cock out of her swollen lips. Making Nakyoung's head fell down on the pillow, eyes closed shut, panting heavily.
Minsu stood over Nakyoung's exhausted body, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her spent, sweat-drenched body while he's dressing up. A satisfied smirk as he looked at the redness of her abused holes, the swelling of her lips, the tangled mess of her hair.
Minsu turned and walked away, leaving the violated woman in her bed. Nakyoung fell asleep. The perfume's effects will worn off, replaced by the dull ache all around her body as soon as she wakes up in the morning.
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Next night, Minsu knew Nakyoung turned on the AC and the effects of aphrodisiac had caught her once again. He sneaked inside her unit then sure enough, Nakyoung is fingering her own clit. Her shirt is brunched over her breasts as she groped and pinching her own nipple. Her shorts is on the floor.
"Well, well, well... looks like my little tease is eager for more."
Minsu chuckled at the sight of Nakyoung fell under the effects of the perfume. He closed the door shut behind him and locked it. He's now ready to dominate the teasing brat once again.
"Baby! What are you doing here?" Nien exclaims, delightfully surprised to see you outside her workplace. You take her hand and drag her to an outdoor service area; where many utilities are bunched together to hide them from sight while still being accessible.
"I missed you, can't wait for you to get home," you sigh and kiss her deeply. Nien softly mewls and kisses back, giggling when she feels you pushing against her all the way to a wall.
You keep your hands on her, roaming her back, feeling her nape, pulling in to kiss her ravenously. When you finally unlatch, Nien looks at you with wonder but also some confusion. "Babe, what got into you?"
"I couldn't stand it." You move both hands down to her tight shorts that tease a hint of her butt, squeezing them. Nien sighs a quiet moan, putting a hand on your chest. "Babe...I'm at work. My manager is gonna look for me soon," she says despite her body rolling into you.
"Exactly. Watching you leave, to think your colleagues get to see you in these all day, it..." You whine into her lips. "I couldn't hold myself. I'm gonna make sure to mark you mine."
Nien giggles and gasps as she feels your bulge against her crotch. "You get me every other time, though..." she hums. You move from her lips to her neck and suckle on it hard, drawing out a shaky moan. You pull back and smile at the hickey it left behind, licking and kissing under her chin next.
"You're insatiable," Nien giggles. "Everyone will know you stopped by."
"That's the whole point," you growl, nibbling at her collarbone while kneading one of her tits. You flip her around, her ass facing you now. Your hands pull her thick jacket down and off, revealing the beautiful shoulders she likes showing off with open top sweaters. They get their turn at being worshipped with your mouth.
"This is so naughty," Nien sighs, nudging her ass out against your hardness. "Please. Like you haven't done it to me multiple times," you tease, leaving a mark on her shoulder also.
Pulling away slightly, you unbuckle your pants and slide it right down together with your boxers. Nien peers down at your fully erect cock, her eyes widening along with an excited, nervous smile. "You're really...really going to fuck me at work?"
"Last chance to say no," you state, putting your hands on your hips. Nien looks back into your eyes, biting her lip. "Fuck yes." Nien unbuttons her shorts, pulling it down to her ankles. Her cotton white panties are soaked through, she's been aroused this whole time. “Wanna do the honors?” she asks, wiggling her butt.
You step forward and kneel, planting your nose in her thigh gap. You sniff hard as you drag your nose back, her musk an intoxicating aphrodisiac. Nien shivers at the sensation, her strong legs losing some strength.
Standing back up, you pull her panties down, letting it pool around her knee high leather boots. You rub your tip between her asscheeks, getting it lathered with her wetness. “Tell me you want this cock in your pussy. Say this pussy is my personal cocksleeve and no one else is getting it. Say it.”
“I…I want your cock in my pussy. My pussy is your personal cocksleeve and—gyah!” Nien yelps as you slide against her folds. “Keep going, baby. Finish it.” you purr. “And–and no one else is getting this pussy. Only you, baby, only you!”
“Attagirl.” You finally go in, parting Nien's lower lips and nesting your head inside. The sensation is overwhelming, needing a pause before you slide in all the way. You breathe out a strained sigh as you feel her tight warm cunt molding to your shape, the woman letting out a small squeal. “God, you're so hard and big, it surprises me everytime,” she whines, clenching a few times.
You begin moving, your thrusts slow but deep. Nien gasps and squeaks every time you penetrate her, your tip knocking on her womb. “N–Nien…I—you’re so pretty. Everything about you is pretty. I love your voice, your face…and how well your pussy takes me,” you whisper in her ear, making her quiver.
“Babe…you’re so good to me. I love the things you say, the things you do—mmhhh, especially how much you fill me up, fuck!”
“Yeah? You can't—get enough of me either, can you?” you groan.
“N–No…” Nien whines, shaking her head. “I've…I've touched myself at work so many times, thinking about you. And—ahh!” You slide a finger over her clit, pinching and rolling it. “It never comes close, nothing to your dick in my pussy!”
“Oh, fuck, you actually touch yourself?” you hiss, picking up your speed a bit. Her ass ripples with each impact slightly, though the noise is still rather managed.
“Mm–hmm! S–Sometimes, when I really miss you. And…now, ahh! I'm only gonna miss you more, fuck!”
You fuck Nien silently for a few minutes, your ragged breathing combined with her small sounds and the contact of skin on skin. Occasionally you can hear the squelches of your cock sliding in and out of her cunt, which leaks more and more liquid, running down her thighs and dripping on the floor.
“Mmhhh! Baby, can't you go faster? M–My break time's over soon,” Nien pleads, looking back at you. “I can't go too fast, people'll hear,” you whisper, sliding a hand under her sweater to feel her tits. “But I'll make this nice and quick.”
You finger her clit harder, darting around in unpredictable directions, sending her brain haywire. Your thrusts have more roll in them now, pushing on her G-spot intensely with every pass.
“Oh, baby! I–I'm close, keep g–ahh! Keep going!” Nien squeaks. Her body twitches and her walls flutter, eager for release.
“Me too, baby. Urghh…fuck! Let's cum together,” you whimper, your hips losing some rhythm while speeding up, chasing your own high.
“Y–You’re gonna cum inside me?” she asks, slowing you down. “Yeah? What, you're not on the pills this month?”
“I…am, but,” Nien looks down and bites her lip. “It's gonna be such a big mess.” You stop and weigh your options, settling on a solution. “I got it.”
You pull out of her completely, her body clenching and shuddering around nothing. You flip her around, her back against the wall. Before Nien could mumble an intelligible protest, you kneel and seal your lips around her entrance, rolling her clit with your fingers. Nien nearly screams. Someone passing close is sure to hear that, along with the thirsty slurping from beneath as you devour her folds, pushing her to the edge.
When Nien shatters, she cries out your name into her palm, her back arching hard and locking, shivering immensely. Her juices gush out with an audible squirt, some of it landing on your face and on the floor, but thankfully most of it in your mouth. You drink up every drop you can, gulping hard as if trying to suck her dry.
“Gah. Wow…” You huff, catching your breath. “Now your legs won't be completely drenched.” Nien giggles weakly, still coming down from her climax. You rise to your feet and flip her again, reentering with a single motion that makes her grunt.
“My turn. As for the mess…” You pound Nien with no regard to noise, ravaging her pussy and making her ass clap. “Keep it all in. Carry my cum in your pussy. Remind yourself who you belong to,” you wheeze, your climax on a short fuse.
Nien can only offer delirious sobs, her sensitive cunt already steering her to another orgasm. Putting your palm over her mouth, you drive yourself deep and hard into her. “Mmhh! I'm cumming! Nien, I'm gonna—” You bite down on her shoulder and lose it, spilling a big load right to her womb.
Nien keens into your hand, another climax surging through her. You keep yourself buried to the hilt, whimpering as her hungry cunt clamps down your cock and milks every drop of seed you have in your balls.
Once you both calm down, you plant gentle kisses all over Nien’s neck and shoulder, making her whine in pleasure. “B–Baby…that was too good, I–I actually cried,” she croaks, her breaths labored.
“Well done, baby. I'm proud of you. I loved it.” With one last nibble on her shoulder, you pull out. Your cum immediately starts oozing out of her swollen folds, and you reach down to slide her panties back up, keeping the rest inside her.
“Now go back to your manager, bring my seed with you,” you purr, caressing her cheek. Nien looks down and rubs her belly, massaging it slowly. “God, there's so much in there. What if I need to pee?”
“Then just pee, it's okay. I can't stop that, of course,” you chuckle, looking into her adorable watery puppy eyes. Nien smiles shyly, leaning forward to kiss you.
“Well, I gotta get back. I'll see you at home, baby,” she slides her shorts back on. “And…thanks for coming by. I loved it so much.”
“No problem, baby.” You give her one last quick peck. “Go now. Take care, love you!” you wave.
“Love you! Take care of yourself too,” she smirks, then lowers her voice. “Cause I'm gonna ruin you tonight.” You giggle and shiver, grinning as you watch Nien's ass swaying on the way out, a slight limp accompanying her strides.
You’re lying on your bed at night, phone in hand, scrolling through OnlyFans page just because you’re bored. Nothing serious, just killing time before sleep.
You tap on random profiles, laugh at some weird ones, skip most.
Then one thumbnail stops you cold.
It’s Yeonji. Your classmate Yeonji.
She is sitting on a bed in soft lighting, wearing a loose white top that’s slipping off one shoulder. Her face is turned a little, but you know that small nose, those big eyes, the way her dark hair falls just past her chin.
The one who always sits in the back row, speaks so quietly the teacher has to ask her to repeat everything, blushes when anyone looks at her too long.
Your heart starts banging hard. No way. You zoom in. Same tiny mole under her left eye. Same habit of biting her lower lip when she’s nervous. It’s really her.
You sit up straight. Fingers shake a little as you click the profile.
Username is something simple like “ji.softie” with a pink heart emoji. Bio says: “shy girl trying new things ♡ tips make me brave hehe”.
Only three posts so far. The cheapest subscription is $8 a month.
You tell yourself you’re just checking if it’s really her, nothing creepy, just curious.
You hit subscribe. Card goes through in two seconds.
Inside there are only seven photos and one short video. The lighting is bad—yellow from a cheap lamp, shadows everywhere. The phone camera is shaky, focus is soft. But it’s her.
One picture she’s in a thin tank top and shorts, knees pulled up, looking down. Another one she’s lying on her stomach, shirt riding up her back a little.
The video is 12 seconds: she waves shyly at the camera, says in her small voice, “Hi… um… thank you for coming here… I hope you like it…”
You feel weird. Not excited like you thought you would. More like… worried? She looks so uncomfortable. The comments are mostly basic stuff, “cute”, “more pls”, one guy wrote “smile more baby”.
She replied to almost every single one with “thank youuu ♡” even though you can tell she’s forcing it.
You close the app. Stare at the ceiling for a long time.
Sleep doesn’t come easy.
Next morning at school you see her in the hallway. She’s wearing the usual oversized hoodie, backpack straps tight on both shoulders, head down as she walks. Same Yeonji. Like nothing changed.
You catch up to her near the lockers.
“Hey, Yeonji.”
She jumps a little, turns. Her eyes go wide when she sees it’s you.
“Oh… hi…”
Her voice is extra small today.
You scratch the back of your neck. “Um… can we talk somewhere? Just quick. Not here.”
She looks around like she’s scared someone’s watching. Then nods once.
You both end up in the empty stairwell on the third floor. No one ever comes here.
You take a breath. “I… I saw your page last night.”
Her face goes white. Like all the blood disappears. She steps back until her back hits the wall.
“You… what?”
“I’m not gonna tell anyone,” you say fast. “I swear. I just… I subscribed because I couldn’t believe it was you. And then I saw the pictures and… they’re really bad quality. Like, really bad. You deserve better ones.”
She stares at the floor. Hands twist the hem of her hoodie. “Please don’t tell anyone. Please. My family… they would kill me. I just needed money. Tuition is expensive and my mom’s working two jobs and—”
“Hey, hey, I’m not judging,” you cut in. “I get it. I’m not here to make you feel bad. I just… I have a camera. A real one. My brother used to do photography so he gave me his old DSLR and lights and stuff. I know how to use it. If you want… I can help you take better photos. Free. No weird stuff. Just so you look good and feel more confident.”
She finally looks up. Eyes shiny like she might cry. “Why would you do that?”
“Because you look scared in those pictures,” you say honestly. “And you don’t have to. Not if someone helps a little.”
She’s quiet for almost a full minute. Then she whispers, “You really won’t tell?”
“Never. Pinky promise if you want.”
A tiny laugh slips out of her. First time you’ve heard her laugh. “You’re so childish.”
“Yeah well, it works.”
She bites her lip. Thinking. Then nods slowly. “Okay… but only if we do it somewhere safe. And… nothing too much. Just cute stuff. I’m not… I’m not ready for anything crazy.”
“Sure. Only what you’re comfortable with.”
That Saturday she texts you the address of her aunt’s empty apartment. Her aunt is overseas for three months, so the place is free. You show up at 2 p.m. with your camera bag, tripod, two softbox lights, and a reflector disk.
She opens the door wearing a simple baby blue dress she probably bought for the page. Hair down, light makeup. She looks nervous but she tries to smile.
“Hi…”
“Hi. Nice place.”
“Yeah… quiet.”
You set up in the living room. Big window with white curtains, good natural light. You show her how the lights work, explain soft shadows vs hard ones. She listens carefully, nodding even though you can tell she’s still scared.
“Okay,” you say. “Let’s start easy. Just sit on the couch. Look at me, then look away. Whatever feels natural.”
She sits. Crosses her legs. Looks at you for two seconds then looks down at her hands.
Click. Click.
“You can relax your shoulders,” you tell her. “Breathe out slow.”
She does. A little better.
“Nice. Now maybe lean back a bit. Rest your arm on the back of the couch.”
Click. Click.
She starts to loosen up after ten minutes. Starts moving on her own. Turns her head, plays with her hair, gives a small shy smile.
“That one’s good,” you say, checking the screen. “You look really pretty here.”
She blushes hard. “Stop…”
“I’m serious. Look.”
You turn the camera so she can see. Her eyes go big.
“Oh… that’s me?”
“Yup. Told you the camera makes a difference.”
She smiles for real this time. Small, but real.
You do more poses. Some standing by the window. Some sitting on the floor with knees up. Nothing sexy, just soft and cute like her page says. She even giggles when you tell her to “do the cute peace sign thing”.
After an hour she says, “Can we try… maybe lying down? Like one of the photos I already posted?”
“Sure. Where?”
She points to the bedroom. “There’s better light.”
You move everything. She lies on her stomach, chin on her hands, kicking her feet a little. You get low angle shots, tell her to look at the camera then look away dreamy-like.
Click.
“Perfect,” you say. “That’s gonna get a lot of likes.”
She laughs softly. “You think?”
“I know.”
When you’re done you sit on the floor together and go through the photos on the camera screen. Over 120 shots. At least thirty are really good.
“Which ones do you like?” you ask.
She points shyly. “This one… and this… oh this smile one is nice…”
You copy them to her USB drive. “You can edit them a little if you want. Or I can help with Lightroom next time.”
“Next time?” she asks.
“If you want. No pressure.”
She looks at you for a long second. Then says quietly, “Thank you. Really. I was so scared to post anything new. But now… I feel better.”
“You’re welcome.”
She walks you to the door. Before you leave she stops you.
“Um… can I hug you? Is that weird?”
You laugh. “Not weird.”
She steps forward and gives you a quick, tight hug. Smells like vanilla shampoo.
When she pulls back her cheeks are pink. “Don’t tell anyone about today either, okay?”
“Secret’s safe.”
You leave feeling lighter than you expected.
Next day, you check her page just once. She uploaded six new photos. The ones you took. Lighting perfect, focus sharp, her smile shy but real. Comments are going crazy: “Finally some good pics!”, “You look amazing”, “Queen behavior”. Tips pouring in.
She sent you one private message on OnlyFans.
“thank you for everything ♡ maybe next weekend… we can try video? only if you want”
You smile at your phone.
Yeah. You want.
Two weeks pass fast. You’ve met up three more times at her aunt’s apartment. Each session gets a little easier. She’s less jumpy now, laughs more when you joke about bad angles. You’ve shot maybe 600 good photos total.
She’s posted most of them—slowly, one or two a day. Her follower count went from 47 to 312. Tips are better too, but not great.
Last time you checked, she said she made enough for one month’s phone bill and half her textbook.
You’re at school again, Thursday lunch break. She finds you first this time, outside near the old basketball court where no one hangs out.
“Hey,” she says, voice still quiet but not shaking anymore.
“Hey. What’s up?”
She looks around, then steps closer. “Can we talk? Like… real talk.”
You nod. You both sit on the low concrete wall.
She pulls her knees up. “The new photos are doing okay. People like them. But… it’s still slow. I need more. Like… faster money. My mom’s landlord keeps calling about the rent.”
You stay quiet, let her talk.
“I was thinking,” she says, cheeks already pink. “Maybe… cuter but… sexier? Not naked or anything. Just… teasing. Like, showing a little more. Cleavage. Thighs. That kind of thing. People pay more for that, right?”
You feel your throat get tight. “Yeah. Probably.”
She looks at you quick, then away. “I’m scared to do it alone. The angles are hard. And I don’t want it to look… cheap. Like the first ones.”
You rub your hands on your jeans. “You want me to shoot those too?”
She nods fast. “Only if you’re okay. You can say no. I’ll understand.”
You think for a second. “I’m okay. As long as you’re sure. We stop anytime you say stop.”
Her shoulders drop like she was holding her breath. “Thank you. Really.”
“Saturday again?”
“Yeah. Same time.”
Saturday comes. You show up with the usual gear plus a couple extra things: a small fan for hair movement, and a soft blanket she asked for.
She opens the door in a loose white button-up shirt—way too big, sleeves rolled up—and black bike shorts. Hair loose, light lip gloss, no other makeup.
“Hi,” she says, smiling small.
“Hi. You ready?”
“Kinda nervous. But yeah.”
You set up in the living room first. Big window still gives the best light. She stands there fidgeting.
“Okay,” you say. “We start easy. Just unbutton the top two buttons. Lean forward a little when you sit.”
She does it slowly. Fingers shake a bit on the buttons. Shirt opens just enough to show the curve of her chest and a thin black bra strap. She sits on the couch, leans forward, arms pushing her chest together a little.
Click. Click.
“Chin down a bit,” you tell her. “Eyes up at me.”
She does. Bites her lip. Looks straight into the lens.
Click.
“Good. Really good. Now cross your legs. Let the shirt fall open more on one side.”
She shifts. Shirt slips off her shoulder. Skin looks soft in the light. Thighs press together, smooth and shiny from lotion she probably put on.
You swallow. Keep it professional. “Perfect. Tilt your head. Play with your hair.”
She twirls a strand around her finger. Gives a tiny smile, shy but teasing now.
Click. Click. Click.
After twenty minutes she’s looser. You move to the floor. She lies on her stomach on the blanket, legs bent up behind her, feet kicking lightly. Shirt rides up her back, shows the dip of her waist. You get low shots—her looking back over her shoulder, cleavage visible from the angle, thighs framed nicely.
“Arch your back a little,” you say.
She does. The curve makes everything look… inviting.
“Like that?”
“Yeah. Exactly like that.”
You show her one on the screen. Her eyes go wide.
“Wow… that’s… me?”
“Yup. Looks expensive.”
She laughs, embarrassed. “People will like this?”
“Guys will lose their minds.”
She blushes harder but nods. “Okay. Let’s do more.”
Next pose she sits against the couch, knees up, arms hugging them so her chest pushes forward. Shirt open three buttons now. You can see the lace edge of her bra. She lets one strap slip down her arm.
“Tease it,” you say. “Like you’re about to fix it but don’t.”
She hooks a finger under the strap, pulls it down more, then lets it hang. Looks at the camera with big eyes.
Click.
“God, Yeonji…” you mutter.
You move to the bedroom for the last set. Bed has white sheets, soft light from the lamp. She lies on her side, one leg bent, thigh exposed. Shirt falls open completely on one side—cleavage full now, bra barely covering. She props herself on her elbow, hair spilling over her shoulder.
“Touch your lip,” you say.
She does. Runs her finger across her bottom lip slow.
Click. Click.
“Now look away… like you’re shy but want them to keep watching.”
She turns her head, glances back quick, then away again. Smiles tiny.
Click.
You do a few more. Her on all fours, back arched, looking back. Shirt hanging loose, cleavage spilling forward. Then sitting up, knees apart a little, hands on her thighs, pushing them together then apart just enough.
Every click she checks with you.
“Is this too much?”
“No. It’s perfect. Sexy but still you.”
After an hour and a half she sits up, shirt half closed again. Breathing a little fast.
“I think… that’s enough for today.”
“Yeah. You did amazing.”
You both sit on the bed going through the shots. Over 180 photos. At least half are fire—teasing, cute, hot without crossing her line.
She picks twenty to edit later. “These ones… I think I can post. Maybe in sets. Like… ‘shy but brave today’ or something.”
She looks at you. “You’re really good at this. Like… you make me feel safe. Not weird.”
“I’m glad. That’s the point.”
She hugs her knees. Quiet for a bit. Then says, “Can I ask something personal?”
“Sure.”
“Do you… think I’m pretty? Like… for real? Not just saying it for the photos.”
You look at her. “Yeah. I do. Always have. Even before all this. You’re the prettiest girl in class. Just didn’t know how to say it.”
Her face goes bright red. She hides it in her hands. “Stoppp…”
“It’s true.”
She peeks through her fingers. “Thanks.”
You pack up slow. She walks you to the door like always.
Before you leave she stops you. “Next time… maybe we try video? Short clips. Like… me moving slow. Teasing more.”
“If you want.”
“I think I do. With you directing. You’re good at telling me what looks nice.”
“Okay. Just tell me when.”
She smiles. Small, real, a little bolder now.
“Next Saturday?”
“Next Saturday.”
You leave. Heart beating faster than usual.
That night she posts the first teaser photo on her page. Just her sitting, shirt open two buttons, looking at the camera with that shy-sexy smile.
Caption: “feeling brave today… what do you think? ♡”
Comments explode. Tips start coming in before you even close the app.
Your phone buzzes. Message from her private chat.
“already made $42 in ten minutes… thank you thank you thank youuu ♡ next week i want to try even cuter outfits. you pick one for me?”
You type back fast.
“I’ll bring ideas.”
Saturday rolls around again. You show up at the aunt’s apartment a little early, camera bag heavier because you brought the gimbal for smoother video and an extra memory card.
She opens the door in the same oversized white button-up and black bike shorts. But today the top three buttons are already undone, and she’s got on a lacy black bra that peeks out more than before. Hair’s a little messy like she just ran her fingers through it.
She looks… fuck, she looks hot. Like she knows it too.
“Hi,” she says, “Come in.”
You set up in the bedroom this time. Bed made with fresh white sheets. You mount the camera on the tripod first, then switch to handheld with gimbal for the close stuff.
She sits on the edge of the bed, knees together, hands in her lap. “So… how do we start?”
“Short clips. 15-30 seconds each. We do a few simple ones first. Like… just you moving slow. Looking at the camera. Maybe play with your shirt.”
She nods. Bites her lip. “Okay. Tell me what to do.”
You hit record.
“Unbutton one more. Slow. Look down like you’re shy, then up at me.”
Her fingers move to the fourth button. Pops it open. Shirt falls apart more—cleavage deep now, the lace bra barely holding her in. She looks down, cheeks pink, then lifts her eyes slow to the lens.
You zoom in a little. Her breathing makes her chest rise and fall. Fuck. You shift your legs because you’re already getting hard. Jeans feel tight.
“Perfect. Now lean back on your hands. Arch a bit.”
She does. Shirt slips off both shoulders. Bra straps down. Thighs part just a little. She looks straight at you—through the camera—like she’s inviting something.
Click goes the shutter in your head even though it’s video. You’re close now. Maybe two feet away. You can smell her vanilla lotion mixed with something warmer.
“Touch your hair. Pull it back slow.”
She does. Neck exposed. Lips part a tiny bit.
You swallow hard. “Good. Now… trace your finger down your neck. Down to your chest.”
Her finger follows. Slow. Dips between her cleavage. She presses her arms together a little—makes it deeper. Looks up at you with those big eyes.
Your dick twitches. Hard. You adjust to hide how obvious it’s getting.
The clip ends. You stop recording. Breathing heavier than her.
“Want to see?” you ask.
She scoots closer on the bed. Your knees almost touch hers now. You turn the screen. She watches herself—close up, teasing, cleavage spilling.
“Wow,” she whispers. “I look… different.”
“You look amazing.”
She looks at you. Not the camera. You. “Thanks to you.”
You clear your throat. “Next one?”
“Yeah.”
This time she lies back on the pillows. Shirt open all the way now—bra fully visible, nipples hard under the lace. You get low, close to her thighs.
“Spread your legs a little. Just enough.”
She does. Bike shorts tight. She runs her hands up her inner thighs slow. Stops high up. Fingers brush the edge of the fabric.
You’re right there. Lens inches from her skin. Your face is close too. You can feel the heat off her.
“Tease it more,” you say, voice rougher than you mean.
She hooks a finger under the hem of her shorts. Pulls it aside just a bit—not showing everything, but close. Then her other hand slides down. Fingers press against the fabric over her crotch. Slow circles.
Holy shit.
You’re rock hard now. Painful. You shift again, try to focus on the frame.
She moans soft—just a tiny sound. Barely there. But it hits you like a punch.
“Like this?” she asks, voice breathy.
“Yeah… exactly like that.”
Her fingers move faster for a second, then slow again. She looks right at you. Eyes half-lidded.
“You’re close,” she says quietly.
You nod. “Handheld’s better for this.”
“No… I mean you. You’re hard, right?”
Your face burns. “Yeah.”
She smiles. Small, teasing. “Good. Means it looks real.”
She keeps going. Fingers pressing harder. Hips lift a tiny bit off the bed. Shirt falls completely open. Breasts almost out.
You keep filming. Professional. Barely. Every second feels like forever.
The clip ends. You stop. Hands shake a little.
She sits up slow. Doesn’t button anything. Just looks at you.
“Was that okay?”
“More than okay.”
She scoots even closer. Thighs brush yours now. “Can we do one more? Closer. Like… you hold the camera right here.”
She takes your hand. Guides it so the lens is maybe six inches from her chest.
“Record.”
You do.
She leans in. Breasts almost touch the lens. She cups them, pushes together. Deep cleavage. Then one hand drops back down—fingers slip under the shorts this time. Not inside, but rubbing over her clit through the fabric. Slow. Wet spot starting to show.
She whimpers. Real.
Your dick strains against your jeans. You’re dying to touch her. But you don’t. Professional. You promised.
“Yeonji…”
“Shh,” she says. “Just film.”
She rocks her hips a little. Fingers moving in tight circles. Breathing fast.
You zoom in more. Capture every detail—the way her thighs tense, the flush on her chest, the way her lips part.
Clip ends.
She stops. Pulls her hand out. Looks at you with glassy eyes.
“That… felt good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Silence. Heavy.
She reaches out. Touches your thigh. High up. Close to where you’re aching.
“You’re really hard,” she whispers.
“Can’t help it. You’re fucking hot.”
She laughs soft. “Thanks.”
Her fingers brush over the bulge. Just once. Light.
You suck in a breath.
“But… we keep it professional, right?” she says. Teasing now.
“Yeah,” you manage. “Your call.”
She pulls back. Buttons one button. Smiles shy again—like the old Yeonji peeked out.
“Maybe next time… we see.”
You nod. Pack up slow. Both of you quiet.
At the door she hugs you. Body presses close. You feel everything—her breasts against your chest, her heat.
“Thanks for today,” she murmurs.
“Anytime.”
She pulls back. “Check the page tomorrow. I’ll post one clip. The first one.”
“Okay.”
You leave. Hard as hell the whole walk home.
That night you check. She posted. 20-second teaser. Her unbuttoning slow, leaning forward, cleavage deep. Caption: “getting closer… do you like? ♡”
Tips flood in. Comments wild.
Your phone buzzes. Message from her.
“made $180 already… you’re magic. next saturday? i want to try… more. if you’re still okay being close.”
You type back.
“Still okay. More than okay.”
She sends three hearts.
You lie back. Hand slips down. Think about her fingers. Her moans. Her eyes.
Next Saturday arrives faster than you expect.
You barely slept the night before.
Your phone’s been buzzing with her notifications all week—little updates like “bought the lingerie today ♡” and “people keep requesting more close stuff… they said they’d tip big if I do lingerie set.”
Last night she sent a screenshot: one subscriber promised $500 if she posted a full lingerie video set. Easy money. She said yes.
You knock on the apartment door at 2 p.m. sharp. Heart hammering.
She opens it wearing a long black robe tied loose. Hair curled a little, makeup soft but bolder—redder lips, darker lashes. She looks nervous but excited.
“Hi,” she says, stepping aside. “Come in. I… um… got everything ready.”
Living room lights are already set up the way you taught her. Bed in the corner has new white satin sheets she must’ve bought. Camera gear’s half unpacked on the floor.
You set up quick. Tripod, gimbal, extra battery. She disappears into the bathroom for a minute, comes back without using the robe but draped on her arms.
Black lace lingerie. Thin straps, sheer cups that don’t hide much, high-cut bottoms that show the curve of her hips. Garters clipped to thigh-high stockings. She’s barefoot, toes painted pink.
“Wow,” you breathe out before you can stop it.
She blushes hard, crosses her arms over her chest. “Too much?”
“No. Perfect. Exactly what they’re asking for.”
She smiles small. “Okay. Let’s start.”
First clips are easy. She stands by the window, light hitting the lace just right. Turns slow. Lets the robe slip off her shoulders completely. You film from low angle—thighs framed, lace stretching over her breasts.
“Lean forward a little,” you say.
She does. Cleavage spills forward. Nipples press against the sheer fabric.
Click. Record.
Next she sits on the bed edge. Legs crossed, then uncrossed slow. Hands run up her thighs, trace the garter straps.
You move closer. Handheld now. Lens inches from her skin.
“Play with the straps,” you tell her. “Tease pulling them down.”
Her fingers hook under one garter. Tugs it down an inch, lets it snap back. Does it again. Looks straight at the camera—straight at you.
Your jeans are tight again. Harder than last time. You shift your weight.
She notices. Smiles tiny. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
She lies back on the pillows. Arms above her head. Back arches. Breasts lift. Lace strains.
“Spread your legs a bit,” you say, voice low.
She does. Knees apart. Hand slides down her stomach, over the lace panties. Fingers press lightly. Circles slow.
You’re right there. On your knees at the foot of the bed. Camera close to her inner thigh. You can see the damp spot starting on the black lace.
She whimpers. Soft. Real.
“More?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
She hooks her thumbs in the sides of her panties. Pulls them down just enough—barely an inch. Not showing everything, but close. Fingers slip under the fabric. Rubs herself slow. Hips roll up a little.
Fuck.
You’re throbbing. Can’t think straight. The camera’s shaking in your hand.
She looks at you. Eyes dark. “Come closer.”
You do. Crawl up the bed a little. Lens hovers over her stomach now. You’re almost on top of her—chest close to hers, knees between her spread thighs.
She reaches up. Fingers brush your wrist. Guides the camera lower. Right over her hand moving under the lace.
Her breathing’s fast. Chest rising quick. Nipples hard through the sheer cups.
You’re shaking. Can’t hold the angle steady anymore.
“Yeonji…”
She stops moving her hand. Looks up at you.
You hit stop on the camera. Set it aside on the nightstand. Careful. Still recording the audio maybe, but fuck it.
She doesn’t move. Just watches you.
You lean down slow. Give her time to say no.
She doesn’t.
Your lips brush her neck. Soft skin. Warm. Smells like vanilla and something sweeter now—arousal.
She gasps quiet. Head tilts back.
You kiss again. Open mouth this time. Tongue traces the line of her throat. Down to the hollow above her collarbone.
Her hands find your shoulders. Grip tight.
“Keep going,” she whispers.
You do. Kiss lower. Along the edge of the lace bra. Nudge the strap down with your teeth. Kiss the top swell of her breast.
She arches up. Presses herself closer.
Your hand slides to her waist. Fingers dig in a little. Feel the heat of her skin through the thin lace.
She moans soft. “Please…”
You pull back just enough to look at her face. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted. Eyes glassy.
“You sure?” you ask. Voice rough.
She nods fast. “Yeah. I want… I want you.”
You kiss her neck again. Harder this time. Suck lightly. She whimpers.
Your hand moves down. Over her stomach. To the edge of her panties. Fingers brush where hers were.
She bucks a little. “Touch me…”
You do. Slip under the lace. Find her wet. Hot. Slide one finger slow along her slit.
She cries out small. Hips lift.
You add another finger. Circle her clit gentle at first. Then firmer when she moans louder.
Her hands grab your shirt. Pull you down. Your mouth finds hers this time. First real kiss. Soft lips. Tongue shy at first, then hungry.
She tastes like lip gloss and want.
You keep moving your fingers. In and out slow. Thumb on her clit.
She’s trembling. Breathing fast against your mouth.
“More,” she gasps. “Please…”
You push deeper. Curl your fingers. Hit that spot.
She breaks the kiss. Head falls back. “Oh god—”
Her thighs clamp around your hand. Body tenses. Shakes hard.
She comes quiet but intense. Small cries. Nails digging into your arms.
You slow your fingers. Let her ride it out. Kiss her neck again while she catches her breath.
She looks up at you. Eyes big, wet, needy.
“You… you stopped the camera,” she whispers.
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to stop everything.”
You kiss her mouth this time. Deep. She kisses back hard, tongue sliding against yours, small moan in her throat.
Your hand’s still between her legs. She grinds against your palm once, twice.
“Take this off,” she says, tugging at your shirt.
You sit up just enough to pull it over your head. She watches, bites her lip. Her hands go to your jeans next. Fingers fumble with the button.
You help. Jeans down. Boxers too. Your dick springs free—hard, leaking at the tip.
Her eyes go wide. “Oh…”
She reaches out. Wraps her small hand around you. Strokes slow. Up. Down.
“Fuck, Yeonji…”
She smiles shy but wicked. “You helped me so much… let me help you now.”
She scoots down the bed a little. Lies back on the pillows. Looks up at you.
“Come here.”
You straddle her chest. Careful not to crush her. Knees on either side of her ribs.
She pushes her breasts together with both hands. Lace bra cups still on, but she tugs the cups down. Nipples hard, pink. Skin soft.
Your dick slides between them. Hot. Smooth.
She moans quiet. “Like this?”
“Yeah… just like that.”
She squeezes tighter. You thrust slow at first. Tip bumping her chin.
She tilts her head back. Opens her mouth a little. Tongue flicks out, catches the head on each upstroke.
“God… you’re so good,” you groan.
She giggles soft. “You taught me how to pose… now I’m posing for you.”
You thrust faster. Breasts bounce with each push. She looks up at you the whole time—eyes locked. Lips parted.
“Feels good?” she asks.
“So fucking good.”
She spits down once—makes it slicker. Hands press harder. You slide easier now. Wet sounds fill the room.
You’re close already. Too close.
“Slow down,” she stops moving her hands. Just holds you there, squeezed between her tits.
“Not yet,” she whispers. “I want more.”
You pull back.
She sits up quick. On her knees now. Face level with your dick.
She looks up. “Can I…?”
“Yeah.”
She leans in. Lips wrap around the head. Tongue swirls. Then deeper. Takes half in one go.
You groan loud. Hand in her hair—not pushing, just holding.
She bobs slow. Then faster. Hollows her cheeks. Looks up again—eyes watering a little.
You can’t hold back. Thrust shallow into her mouth.
She moans around you. Vibration shoots through you.
“Fuck… Yeonji…”
She pulls off with a wet pop. Strings of spit connect her lips to your tip.
“Face fuck me,” she says. Quiet. But clear.
You hesitate one second.
“Please,” she adds.
You grip her hair firmer. Guide her back down.
She opens wide. You push in. Deeper this time. Hit the back of her throat.
She gags soft. Eyes tear up. But she doesn’t pull away.
You thrust steady. Not too hard. In. Out. Her throat tight around you.
She moans muffled. Hands on your thighs. Nails digging in.
You go faster. Shallow thrusts now. Face fucking her like she asked.
Tears streak her cheeks. Makeup smudges a little. She looks wrecked. Beautiful.
“Fuck… you take it so good,” you pant.
She hums agreement. Vibrates again.
You’re right there.
“Gonna come,” you warn.
She pulls off just enough to speak. Voice hoarse. “In my mouth?”
You shake your head. “Not yet.”
You pull out. She gasps for air.
You push her back down gentle. On her back again.
She spreads her legs wide. Panties shoved to the side now. Wet. Ready.
You line up. Rub the head against her slit.
She whimpers. “Please… fuck me.”
You push in slow. Inch by inch.
She’s tight. Hot. Wet.
Her head falls back. “Oh god… so big…”
You bottom out. Hold there.
She wraps her legs around your waist. Pulls you closer.
“Move,” she begs.
You do. Slow thrusts first. Deep.
She moans every time you bottom out.
“Harder,” she says after a minute.
You pick up speed. Bed creaks. Skin slaps skin.
Her nails rake your back.
“Yes… like that… fuck…”
You lean down. Kiss her neck again. Then her mouth. Messy. Desperate.
She kisses back fierce. Tongue everywhere.
You angle up. Hit deeper.
She cries out. “There—right there—”
You keep hitting it. Fast now. Hard.
Her whole body shakes.
“I’m gonna come again,” she gasps.
“Come for me,” you growl.
She does. Hard. Walls clench around you. Legs lock tight. Back arches off the bed.
You fuck her through it. Don’t stop.
She’s whimpering nonstop.
You’re close. Balls tighten.
“Where?” you ask.
“Inside… please… I’m on the pill…”
You thrust deep one last time. Bury yourself. Come hard. Pulse after pulse.
She moans soft. Feels you fill her.
You collapse on top. Both panting.
She strokes your hair. Kisses your shoulder.
You stay like that a minute. Still inside her. Softening slow.
She whispers, “Thank you.”
You lift your head. “For what?”
“For everything.” Her voice cracks a little. “For the photos. The videos. Believing I could do this. Making me feel… pretty. Wanted. Safe. And… this.”
You kiss her forehead. “You’re welcome.”
She smiles. Small. Real. Shy again.
“I made so much money because of you. But… this part? This was just for me.”
You pull out slow. She winces a little. Then sighs happy.
You lie beside her. She curls into your side. Head on your chest.
“We should probably check the camera,” you say.
She laughs. “Yeah… maybe we got some good audio at least.”
You both look over. Red light still blinking.
She reaches over. Hits stop.
Then turns back to you. Kisses you soft.
“Next week?” she asks.
You grin. “Next week.”
She snuggles closer.
“Thank you,” she whispers again. “For helping me… become this version of me.”
You hold her tight.
“Anytime, Yeonji.”
Next Saturday comes, but your phone stays quiet most of the day. No text about time, no “come over at 2?” Nothing.
You almost message first, but you wait. Around 6 p.m. your phone finally buzzes.
Yeonji: hey… no shoot today okay?
Yeonji: can we just… walk instead?
Yeonji: like normal. saturday night. downtown.
Yeonji: i want to talk. not about photos.
You stare at the screen for a second. Heart does a weird flip—not the horny kind this time. Something softer.
You: yeah sure. where?
Yeonji: meet me at the park entrance near the old fountain? 7:30?
You show up a few minutes early.
She’s already there, standing under a streetlamp in a loose white tank top, shorts jeans, sneakers, hair loose, small sling bags to carry her things. No makeup. Just Yeonji. The real one from class.
She spots you and waves small, like she’s nervous.
“Hey,” she says when you get close.
“Hey. You okay?”
She nods. “Yeah. Just… wanted a break from the apartment. From the camera.”
You start walking. The path around the park is lit with yellow lamps. Couples and groups pass by, laughing. Street food smells drift from the vendors outside the gate—grilled corn, roasted sweet potatoes.
She’s quiet at first. Hands in her pockets. Then she speaks.
“I made almost $2,000 last month. After fees and everything. First time I’ve ever had that much money at once.”
You glance at her. “That’s… wow. Good job.”
She smiles tiny. “Yeah. Rent’s paid. Mom’s not stressing as much. I even bought her new shoes. Told her it was from a part-time job. She believed me.”
Yeonji kicks a small pebble. “But sometimes I feel… gross. Like I’m lying to everyone. To her. To my friends. To myself a little.”
You stop walking. She stops too. Looks up at you.
“You’re not gross,” you say. “You needed money. You found a way. You’re careful. You set boundaries. That’s not gross. That’s smart.”
She looks away. Toward the fountain.
“I started because my scholarship only covers half tuition. Mom works doubles at the hospital. She comes home so tired she falls asleep at the kitchen table sometimes. I couldn’t watch that anymore. I thought… if I do this, just a little, I can help, at least. And it worked.”
She laughs soft. Not happy. “First week I cried after every post. Felt like I was selling pieces of me. But then the tips came. And people said nice things. Not all of them—some are creeps—but a lot just said ‘you’re beautiful’ or ‘thank you for sharing’. It… made me feel seen. In a way school never did.”
You start walking again. Slow, “You were always quiet in class. Like you were trying to disappear. But online… you’re not disappearing. You’re choosing how people see you.”
She nods. “That’s why I kept going. At first it was just money. Then it became… My choice? Like, I decide the angle. I decide how much to show. I decide when to stop. No one else.”
You smile a little. “You got really good at it too.”
She bumps your shoulder lightly. “Because of you, dummy. You made it look professional. Made me feel pretty instead of cheap.”
You scratch your back neck, “You were always pretty. I just pointed the camera at it.”
She’s quiet again. You pass a bench. She sits. You sit next to her.
“I’m scared I’ll get addicted to it,” she says. “The money. The attention. What if I need more and more? What if I cross lines I don’t want to cross?”
“Then you stop,” you say. “Or slow down. You’re in control. Not the page. Not the subscribers.”
She looks at you. Eyes searching. “You really think I can just… stop whenever?”
“Yeah. You already proved you can set rules. You told me ‘nothing I don’t want’. You stuck to it. Even when things got… intense.”
Her cheeks go pink. She looks down at her hands. “That day… when we… you know. That wasn’t for the camera.”
“I know.”
“It was for me. For us.” She swallows. “I like you. Like… a lot. Not just because you helped with photos. Because you saw me. The shy me. The scared me. And you didn’t laugh or run. You stayed.”
You reach over. Take her hand. Cold fingers. You warm them between yours.
“I like you too,” you say. “A lot. The shy you. The brave you. The one who moans when she comes. All of it.”
She laughs. Soft. Real. Squeezes your hand.
“I think… I want to keep the page. But slower. Maybe once or twice a week. Better quality. But not every day. I don’t want it to eat my life.”
“Sounds smart.”
“And… maybe we keep helping each other? Not just photos. Like this. Walking. Talking. Kissing if we want.”
You grin. “Kissing sounds good.”
She leans in. Kisses you quick. Cold lips. Warm inside. Tastes like mint gum.
When she pulls back she’s smiling bigger.
“Thank you,” she says. “For not judging. For helping me figure this out. For… being here tonight instead of behind a lens.”
“You’re welcome.”
She stands. Pulls you up. “Come on. There’s a stall that sells really good hotteok. I’m buying. My treat.”
You laugh. “With OnlyFans money?”
“Yup. First hotteok sponsored by my boobs.”
You both crack up. Walk toward the food stalls. Hand in hand.
The night’s cold, but you don’t feel it anymore.
Months pass. You and Yeonji grow closer quietly. At school she still sits in the back, but now she glances your way with a small secret smile. After class you walk her to the bus stop sometimes, talking about nothing and everything. No one suspects.
She keeps the page alive—two, maybe three posts a week max. No rush. You help when she asks. She schedules shoots carefully: Sunday afternoons mostly, at the aunt’s place or sometimes a cheap hotel room for new vibes. You browse Pinterest and Instagram together on her phone, saving soft pastel themes, cozy sweater sets, rainy window aesthetics. She loves the “girlfriend experience” look now—less tease, more intimate.
And yeah, you hook up again. And again. Slow makeouts turn into tangled sheets. She whispers “thank you” every time, like it’s still new. You tell her she doesn’t have to.
After the live ended, the dorm felt quiet again. Chaeyeon and Xinyu were still sitting close on the small couch in their room.
Xinyu looked at Chaeyeon with a small smile. She leaned in a bit more and said, “Your ears were red, Chaeyeon-ah.“
Chaeyeon blinked and touched her own ear without thinking. It still felt warm. “Cause you’re too close, it’s hot,“ she said simply. She tried to keep her voice normal, but her heart was beating a little faster.
Xinyu laughed softly. “Am I hot? I know I’m hot…” She reached out and touched Chaeyeon’s chin again, just like she did during the live earlier. Her fingers were gentle but playful. She tilted Chaeyeon’s face a little, so they looked at each other straight.
Chaeyeon felt her face get hotter. She was wearing her brown jacket, and Xinyu still had on her bright red top. They had been like this for the whole live, touching and teasing each other in front of the camera. Now that the camera was off, it felt different.
“Stop it,” Chaeyeon said, but she did not pull away. Instead, she looked down at Xinyu’s hand on her chin. Xinyu’s nails were painted a soft color, and her skin smelled like the lotion they all used after practice.
“Why? You liked it during the live,” Xinyu said. Her voice was low and teasing. She moved her hand from Chaeyeon’s chin up to her cheek and brushed a strand of long black hair behind Chaeyeon’s ear. “Your face is still red. Cute.”
Chaeyeon pouted. “It’s because you keep doing this. We were just playing for the fans. Now you’re doing it for real.”
Xinyu did not answer right away. She just kept looking at Chaeyeon.
“I wasn’t just playing,” Xinyu said after a moment. “I like being close to you.”
Chaeyeon felt shy. She looked at Xinyu’s eyes, then at her lips, then back to her eyes. “You’re always like this. Why me?”
“Because you get shy so easily,” Xinyu replied. Then she moved closer until their knees touched. “During the live, when I hugged you, you froze a little. It was funny.”
“I did not freeze,” Chaeyeon said quickly. When Xinyu had wrapped her arms around her in that red sweater, Chaeyeon had felt her whole body get warm.
Xinyu laughed again. She took Chaeyeon’s hand and played with her fingers. “Maybe you didn’t freeze. But your ears turned red like tomatoes. Just like now.”
Chaeyeon pulled her hand back gently, but she was smiling now. “It’s your fault. You’re too close. My ears are sensitive.”
“Oh? Sensitive?” Xinyu raised one eyebrow. She leaned in even more until her face was only a few inches from Chaeyeon’s. “Should I test that?”
Before Chaeyeon could answer, Xinyu blew a soft breath near her ear.
Chaeyeon jumped a little and pushed Xinyu’s shoulder. “Yah! Don’t do that!”
Xinyu giggled. She looked happy, like she had won something. “Red again.”
Chaeyeon covered her ears with both hands, “you’re mean. I thought after the live you would stop teasing.”
“I can’t stop,” Xinyu said honestly. She sat back a little to give Chaeyeon some space, but she kept holding one of Chaeyeon’s hands. “You’re fun to tease. And… I like you.”
The words made the room feel even quieter. Chaeyeon looked at their hands. They fit nicely together.
“I like you too,” Chaeyeon said quietly.
Xinyu nodded. “I know. That’s why I do it.”
Chaeyeon thought about the live. They had laughed and hugged in front of everyone. Xinyu had touched her chin and made her look at the camera. Fans had sent a lot of hearts and comments saying they were cute together. But now, alone in the dorm, it felt bigger.
Xinyu stood up slowly. She pulled Chaeyeon up with her. “Hug me,” Xinyu put her hands on Chaeyeon’s waist.
Chaeyeon stepped closer and hugged Xinyu around the waist anyway.
Xinyu hugged her back right away. This hug felt different from the one during the live. It was slower and tighter.
Chaeyeon asked quietly, “You always like this with Sohyun-unnie?”
Xinyu pulled her head back a little so she could speak right into Chaeyeon’s ear. “Sohyun? Why mention her?” Her voice was low and a bit sharp. Hot breath touched Chaeyeon’s skin.
Chaeyeon did not answer fast. She felt nervous.
“Don’t bring her now, Chaeyeon-ah,” Xinyu said. Then she opened her mouth and nibbled a little on Chaeyeon’s ear. Her teeth were soft but firm. She sucked the ear lobe gently.
“Unnie…” Chaeyeon sighed. Her voice came out weak. A small shiver ran down her back. Her knees felt soft.
Xinyu moved back so she could see Chaeyeon’s whole face. She put both hands on Chaeyeon’s cheeks and held her head gently. Chaeyeon’s long black hair fell between Xinyu’s fingers. Xinyu looked at her with dark eyes. Then she leaned in slow.
Chaeyeon was surprised. Her eyes went wide for a second. She closed her lips tight because of reflex. But Xinyu did not stop. She pressed her mouth on Chaeyeon’s and used her tongue to push in. She licked at the closed lips until they opened a little. Then her tongue slid inside.
Chaeyeon’s hands did not know what to do. They shook in the air for a moment, fingers moving like they were lost. She made a small sound in her throat. Then she gave up and let the kiss take her. Her body started to melt against Xinyu.
Their tongues met. Xinyu moved slow at first, tasting Chaeyeon. Then she went deeper, kiss got wetter. Soft sounds came from their mouths when their tongues touched and slid together.
Chaeyeon finally put her hands on Xinyu’s shoulders. She held on tight, her fingers dug into the red top.
Xinyu kissed harder. She tilted Chaeyeon’s head a bit more and pushed her tongue in again and again.
Chaeyeon tried to follow, moving her own tongue back. She was not good at this yet, but she wanted to learn. Saliva mixed between them and a thin string of it connected their lips when they pulled back for air.
They broke the kiss for a second. Both girls breathed heavy. Chaeyeon’s lips were red and shiny. Her eyes looked a little glassy.
“Again,” Xinyu said softly. She did not wait. She kissed Chaeyeon once more, deeper this time. One of her hands moved from Chaeyeon’s cheek down to her neck, then lower to her waist. She pulled Chaeyeon even closer until their chests pressed together.
Chaeyeon moaned quietly into the kiss. The sound made Xinyu smile against her mouth. Xinyu’s other hand stayed on Chaeyeon’s face, thumb rubbing her cheek.
Xinyu moved her mouth to Chaeyeon’s neck. She kissed the soft skin there, then licked it. “You taste good,” she whispered.
Chaeyeon closed her eyes and let her head fall back a little. “Unnie… slow down…”
But Xinyu did not slow down much. She kissed back up to Chaeyeon’s ear and nibbled again, this time a bit harder. Chaeyeon made another small moan. Her body pushed closer to Xinyu without thinking. Xinyu’s hands held Chaeyeon’s waist even tighter.
After a while, Xinyu started to move them both toward the bed without breaking the kiss. She guided Chaeyeon backward step by step.
Chaeyeon felt the back of her legs touch the edge of the bed. She stopped, but Xinyu did not. She pushed gently until Chaeyeon sat down on the edge. Xinyu kept kissing her, deeper now. Then Xinyu pushed a little more. Chaeyeon fell back slowly until she was lying down on the bed. Her long black hair spread out on the pillow.
Xinyu climbed on top of her, still kissing. Their bodies pressed together again. Xinyu’s hand moved under Chaeyeon’s dark shirt. She touched Chaeyeon’s big breasts. They felt soft and heavy in her hand. She rubbed them slowly while her tongue played with Chaeyeon’s.
“Unnie…” Chaeyeon whispered against Xinyu’s mouth.
“Shhh,” Xinyu said softly. She did not stop kissing.
Xinyu’s fingers found the buttons on Chaeyeon’s shirt. She unbuttoned them one by one, slow and careful, while her lips stayed on Chaeyeon’s. When the last button was open, Xinyu broke the kiss. She sat up a little and looked down.
Chaeyeon’s shirt was open. Her big boobs were right there, covered by a lace bra. They looked full and pretty. Xinyu stared for a second, breathing a little faster.
“You’re so big here,” Xinyu said quietly. Her voice sounded hungry.
She leaned down and started kissing Chaeyeon’s upper chest, right above the lace. Her lips were warm and wet. At the same time, her hand groped the other breast. She squeezed it gently, feeling the soft flesh under the bra. Her thumb rubbed over the lace where the nipple was.
Chaeyeon’s head fell back a little on the pillow. Her mouth opened and she let out a small moan. She put both hands on Xinyu’s head, fingers going into Xinyu’s long dark hair to held on there.
Xinyu kissed lower, her mouth moving over the top of Chaeyeon’s breasts. She licked the skin just above the bra. Her hand kept groping, squeezing the soft boob and playing with it. The lace felt rough under her fingers compared to the warm skin.
Chaeyeon’s breathing got heavier. Her chest moved up and down. “Unnie… that feels…”
Xinyu did not let her finish. She kissed the side of one breast, then moved to the other. Her hand never stopped touching. She pushed the breasts together a little, making them look even bigger.
Chaeyeon’s hands tightened in Xinyu’s hair. She pulled a little without meaning to. Her body felt hot all over. The bed sheets were cool under her back, but Xinyu’s mouth and hands made everything warm.
Xinyu looked up at Chaeyeon’s face for a moment. Chaeyeon’s cheeks were red, her eyes half closed, and her lips were still wet from kissing. Xinyu smiled a little, then went back to kissing and groping. She used her tongue to trace the edge of the lace bra.
She pulled the lace bra down slowly on both sides until Chaeyeon’s nipples were completely out. They were already hard and pink.
Xinyu looked at them for a second, then leaned in. She took one nipple into her mouth and sucked gently. Her tongue circled around it, licking and teasing.
Chaeyeon’s back arched a little off the bed. “Nhh… unnie…” she moaned softly. Her hands stayed in Xinyu’s hair, holding tighter now.
While her mouth worked on the nipple, Xinyu’s hands moved lower. She stroked Chaeyeon’s thigh, feeling the smooth skin under her fingers. She pushed the skirt up slowly, going deeper under there.
Xinyu's hand slid between Chaeyeon’s legs until she found the crotch of Chaeyeon’s panties. They were already wet. The cloth felt warm and damp against her fingers.
Xinyu rubbed there slowly, pressing her fingers against the wet spot. She moved them up and down, feeling how soaked Chaeyeon was.
Chaeyeon squirmed on the bed. Her hips moved without control. Small moans came out of her mouth. “Unnie… ahh…”
Xinyu pulled her mouth back from the nipple. She looked up at Chaeyeon’s face, then used both hands to spread Chaeyeon’s legs wider apart. Chaeyeon’s skirt rode up higher. Xinyu shifted her body down between Chaeyeon’s legs.
She started kissing the inner thigh, soft wet kisses moving closer and closer. When she reached the panties, she pressed her mouth there and licked over the wet cloth. She could taste Chaeyeon through the fabric.
Chaeyeon’s breathing got faster. She moaned louder, her hands gripping the sheets now.
Xinyu hooked her fingers on the side of the panties and slid them to the side. Chaeyeon’s pussy was right there, wet and shiny. Xinyu looked at it for a moment, then slid two fingers inside slowly. Chaeyeon’s walls were warm and tight. They squeezed around Xinyu’s fingers as she pushed in deeper.
“Ahh… unnie…” Chaeyeon moaned. Her body shook a little. Her legs tried to close but Xinyu held them open.
Xinyu moved her fingers in and out, slow at first. She leaned down again and licked Chaeyeon’s clit at the same time. Her tongue was warm and flat. She licked up and down, tasting everything.
Chaeyeon’s hips lifted off the bed. She made louder moaning sounds. Her hands went back to Xinyu’s head, pushing her closer. “Unnie… it feels… too much…”
Xinyu did not stop. She kept fingering Chaeyeon, curling her fingers a little inside to find the good spot. Her mouth stayed on the clit, sucking gently now. Wet sounds filled the quiet dorm room. Chaeyeon’s panties were pushed to the side, and her skirt was bunched up around her waist.
Xinyu looked up while still licking. Chaeyeon’s face was red, her eyes closed tight, and her mouth open. Her big breasts were still out of the bra, moving with every breath.
Xinyu pushed her fingers deeper and faster. She licked harder on the clit. Chaeyeon’s moans got higher and she started to shake more.
The bed creaked a little under them. Xinyu kept going, her mouth and fingers working together to make Chaeyeon feel good. She wanted to hear more of those sounds.
Chaeyeon’s body was getting tighter. Her thighs trembled around Xinyu’s head. She was close, and Xinyu could feel it.
Xinyu kept licking Chaeyeon’s clit and moving her fingers inside her pussy. She went faster now, sucking a little harder on the sensitive spot. Chaeyeon’s body started to get tighter and tighter. Her legs shook around Xinyu’s head.
Suddenly, Chaeyeon felt it coming. The pleasure hit her hard. She quickly put one hand over her mouth to try and stay quiet. “Mmmph…!” But the orgasm was too good. Her whole body started shaking hard. Her hips lifted off the bed and her thighs trembled a lot. She tried to keep the sound in, but small moans still came out from behind her hand.
Xinyu felt Chaeyeon’s pussy squeeze around her fingers. She pulled her mouth back a little but kept her fingers moving slowly to help Chaeyeon ride it out. She looked up and watched everything.
Chaeyeon shook so much that the bed moved a little. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her face looked completely lost in pleasure. Her big breasts moved with every shaky breath. The hand over her mouth did not help much. Soft, broken sounds still escaped.
Xinyu waited until the shaking got weaker. She slowly pulled her fingers out and shifted her body up. She moved back on top of Chaeyeon so she could see her face better. With one finger, she lightly rubbed Chaeyeon’s wet pussy, gentle circles to calm her down.
Chaeyeon’s breathing was still fast and heavy. Her face was very red, her eyes half-open now, and her hair was messy on the pillow. She looked so pretty like this.
When the orgasm finally ended and Chaeyeon stopped shaking so much, Xinyu asked softly, “좋아?”
Chaeyeon nodded weakly. She could not speak yet. Her body still felt warm and tingly all over.
Xinyu brought her wet, sticky fingers up between them. They were shiny with Chaeyeon’s juices. She looked at Chaeyeon’s eyes while she put the fingers in her own mouth and licked them clean. She sucked slowly, tasting everything. Then she leaned down and brought her fingers to Chaeyeon’s lips.
Chaeyeon opened her mouth a little. Xinyu slid one finger inside so Chaeyeon could taste herself too. Chaeyeon licked it shyly, her tongue moving around Xinyu’s finger. It tasted sweet and a little salty.
Xinyu smiled and kissed Chaeyeon softly on the lips, sharing the taste between them. Their tongues met again, slow and gentle now. Chaeyeon’s body was still sensitive, so every small touch made her twitch.
“You did so good,” Xinyu whispered against Chaeyeon’s mouth. She brushed some hair away from Chaeyeon’s face. “Look at you… all shaky and pretty.”
Chaeyeon breathed out a small laugh, still tired. Her hand reached up and touched Xinyu’s cheek. “Unnie… that was too much.”
Xinyu kissed her again, short and sweet. “But you liked it, right?”
Chaeyeon nodded again, her face turning even redder. She felt shy now that it was over, but her body still felt warm and good.
Xinyu stayed on top of her, bodies close. She kept lightly touching Chaeyeon’s side and thigh, not wanting to stop the closeness
Chaeyeon’s shirt was still open, her bra pulled down, and her skirt pushed up. She looked messy and beautiful. Xinyu could not stop looking at her.
After a moment, Xinyu asked gently, “Want to rest a little… or should I keep going?”
Chaeyeon did not answer with words. She just pulled Xinyu down for another kiss, slow and deep. That was enough of an answer.
The night was still rolling. Chaeyeon and Xinyu kept going, their bodies hot and needy.
After resting a little, Xinyu pulled Chaeyeon up and they switched positions. Chaeyeon sat on top now, her skirt still pushed up and panties to the side. Xinyu lay on her back, legs spread.
They started rubbing their pussies together. Xinyu held Chaeyeon’s hips and moved her slowly. Their wet folds slid against each other, making soft, slippery sounds.
Chaeyeon moaned quietly, her big breasts bouncing a little with every grind. Xinyu looked up at her.
They kissed while rubbing, tongues messy, breathing fast. The pleasure built up again, slow and deep.
They were so lost in it that they did not hear the door open.
Mayu stepped inside and froze. Her eyes went wide. “Y… you two? Why without me! We’re in live together before!”
Chaeyeon and Xinyu stopped moving, shocked. Chaeyeon’s face turned bright red. She tried to cover herself, but Xinyu just laughed softly.
Mayu closed the door behind her and walked closer, a playful smile on her face. “You both look so good like this. Not fair to leave me out.”
Before they could say anything, Mayu climbed onto the bed. She took off her top quickly and joined them. She kissed Chaeyeon first, then turned to kiss Xinyu. Her hands touched both girls, joining the warmth.
The three of them tangled together. Mayu rubbed against Chaeyeon while Xinyu kissed Mayu’s neck. Soft moans filled the room again, the night became even hotter and sweeter with Mayu joining in.
a/n: couldn't sleep without thinking this, so here i am
I was sitting alone in the back row of the library during lunch period, like always. Hoodie up, earbuds in but no music playing—just pretending so nobody would talk to me.
My laptop screen showed some fake physics notes, but really, I was scrolling through the same three photos I’d saved of Hyerin from her social. She had those big glossy lips that everybody called DSL and yeah, I was disgusting for thinking about it all day.
The library door creaked. I minimized the window fast.
Hyerin walked in. Black skirt way too short for school rules, white crop top, hair in a high ponytail. She scanned the room, spotted me, and—fuck—she actually started walking straight toward my table.
I yanked my earbuds out and sat up straighter like that would make me look less like a loser.
“Hey, loser,” she said, dropping her bag on the chair across from me. Her voice was light, teasing, the way girls talk when they know they have all the power.
“H-hi,” I mumbled. My throat felt dry already.
She pulled the chair out and sat, crossing her legs so the skirt rode up even more. “You’ve been staring at me in the cafeteria for like three weeks straight. Think I didn’t notice?”
My face burned. “I—I wasn’t—”
“Shut up.” She leaned forward, elbows on the table, lips curved in that half-smile that made my stomach flip. “I’m not mad. It’s kinda cute. Pathetic, but cute.”
I couldn’t look at her eyes so I stared at her collarbone instead. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just be honest.” She tilted her head. “You jerk off thinking about my mouth, don’t you?”
I swear my heart stopped for a second. I nodded once, tiny, like if I didn’t move too much she wouldn’t see it.
“Words, nerd.”
“…Yeah.”
“Yeah what?”
“I… think about your mouth. A lot.”
She laughed—soft, not mean. “Knew it. This lips, right? Everybody says I got DSL looks like.”
I swallowed hard. “They’re… perfect.”
She licked them slowly, watching my reaction. My dick twitched in my jeans immediately.
“You want them on you?” she asked, voice lower now.
She leaned back, studying me like I was homework. “You said in your head a million times already, didn’t you?”
I knew exactly what she meant. I’d practiced it in my mind like a prayer.
“Say it out loud,” she ordered. “Right now. Clear.”
My hands were shaking under the table. I looked around—no one close. The librarian was all the way at the front desk.
I leaned in a little. Voice barely above a whisper.
“Hyerin… please suck my dick with those DSL. I’ll do anything for it.”
She didn’t laugh. She just stared at me for a long second, then bit her bottom lip like she was thinking.
“Anything?” she repeated.
“Anything,” I said, desperate.
She tapped one long nail on the table. “Okay. Follow me.”
She stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked toward the back exit that led to the old storage hallway nobody used. I scrambled after her, almost knocking my chair over.
The hallway was dim, smelled like dust and old books. She stopped at the third door—the AV room that hadn’t been locked properly since last year. She pushed it open and went inside. I followed and closed it behind us.
No windows. Just a table, some old projectors, stacks of chairs.
She turned around and leaned against the table, arms crossed under her chest so her tits pushed up.
“Pants down,” she said.
My fingers felt numb. I fumbled with the button, shoved my jeans and boxers to my thighs. My dick sprang up, already leaking at the tip. I was so hard it hurt.
Hyerin looked down and smirked. “Aw. It’s kinda cute. Twitching like that.”
I wanted to die and come at the same time.
She stepped closer until her sneakers almost touched mine. “You really meant that ‘anything’ part?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She dropped to her knees right there on the dusty floor. No hesitation. My brain short-circuited.
She wrapped her fingers around the base—cool at first, then warm. “Look at me while I do it. No looking away.”
I nodded fast.
She leaned in and dragged her tongue flat from balls to tip, slow, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
“Fuck, Hyerin...” I groaned like an idiot.
“Quiet,” she warned. “You want someone to hear?”
I bit my lip hard.
She opened her mouth and took just the head inside. Those lips—fuck, they looked even better stretched around me. Soft, glossy, perfect. She sucked lightly, tongue flicking the slit, then pulled off with a wet pop.
“You like that?” she asked, voice husky.
“God yes.”
“Say thank you.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled, pleased, then went back down—deeper this time. Halfway. Her cheeks hollowed. I felt the back of her throat flutter.
I grabbed the edge of the table so I wouldn’t grab her head. “Holy shit…”
She hummed around me. The vibration went straight to my balls.
She started bobbing—slow at first, then faster. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. She didn’t care about being neat. Spit dripped down her chin. Every time she pulled back she let a thick string of it connect her lips to my tip before diving again.
She stroked me fast with her, “I’ve been practicing on bananas since middle school.”
I almost came right then.
“Don’t you dare finish yet,” she said sharply. “You don’t get to come until I say.”
I whimpered. “Okay… okay…”
She went back down, all the way this time. Nose against my stomach. I felt her throat squeeze around me. She held it there, gagging a little, eyes watering, but she didn’t pull back until she needed air.
When she finally came up she was breathing hard. “Fuck, you’re thicker than I thought.”
“Sorry—”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I like it. Makes my jaw hurt. That’s hot.”
She stood up suddenly. “Take your hoodie off. And shirt.”
I obeyed in record time. Naked from the waist up, jeans still around my thighs.
She pulled her crop top over her head. No bra. Her tits were perfect—round, perky, pale pink nipples already hard.
“Touch them,” she said.
My hands shook as I cupped them. Soft. Warm. I brushed my thumbs over the nipples and she moaned quietly.
“Suck,” she ordered.
I bent down and took one in my mouth. She grabbed my hair and pulled me closer. “Harder.”
I sucked harder. She gasped.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Now the other one.”
I switched. She kept stroking my dick slowly while I sucked her tits, keeping me right on the edge.
After a minute she pushed me back gently. “Sit on the table.”
I hopped up. She stepped between my legs.
“Lie back.”
I did. Cold table against my back. She climbed up, straddling my thighs, skirt hiked around her waist. I could see her white panties—wet spot right in the middle.
“You want to fuck me?” she asked, grinding down so my dick slid against the damp cotton.
“Yes—please—”
“Not yet.” She reached down, pulled her panties to the side. Shaved. Pink. Soaking. “First you’re gonna watch me come on your cock. No moving. Just stay still.”
She lined me up and sank down—slow. Tight. Hot. I groaned loud enough that she slapped her hand over my mouth.
“Shhh.”
She started riding—small rolls of her hips at first, then bigger. Her tits bounced with every move. She braced her hands on my chest, nails digging in.
“Look at my lips,” she panted. “Watch them while I fuck you.”
I stared at her mouth—open, glossy, swollen from sucking me earlier.
“You still want these lips again?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Beg.”
“Please, Hyerin… please suck me again after… I need it… I’ll do whatever you want…”
She grinned, wicked. “You’re gonna eat me out every day after school. Starting tomorrow. You understand?”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
She sped up. “And you’re gonna carry my bag between classes. And get my lunch. And do my math homework.”
“Anything—anything—”
“Good boy.” She leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “I’m close… you’re gonna pull out when I tell you. Then you’re gonna come all over my tits. Got it?”
She rode harder, grinding her clit against me. Her breathing turned into little whimpers. “Don’t come yet… wait… wait…”
I was shaking, fighting it. Balls tight. Every thrust was torture.
“Now,” she gasped. “Pull out—now!”
I grabbed her hips and lifted her off me just in time. She slid down my body so her tits were right over my dick. I wrapped my hand around myself—two fast strokes—and exploded.
Thick ropes shot out, hitting her chest first, then splashing across both tits. White streaks painted her skin, dripping down the curves, some landing on her hard nipples. She moaned low, watching it happen, rubbing the head of my dick against her slick skin to milk the last few spurts.
“Fuck… look at that mess,” she whispered, almost proud. She scooped a little with her finger and licked it off, eyes on mine. “Tastes like you’re obsessed with me.”
I couldn’t speak. Just panted, staring at the cum glistening on her perfect tits.
She climbed off the table and fixed her skirt. Didn’t wipe anything off—just pulled her crop top back on over the sticky mess. The white fabric clung in spots, turning see-through where it soaked in.
“Clean yourself up,” she said, smirking. “You’ve got five minutes before next period.”
I nodded, dazed, still leaking a little.
She grabbed her bag, turned back at the door.
“And tomorrow?” She pointed at me. “After last bell. Girls’ bathroom near the gym. You’re eating me out until I can’t stand. Got it?”
“Yes, Hyerin.”
She licked her lips one last time—still shiny from earlier—and walked out,
The bell rang for the end of last period, and my stomach was already in knots. All day I’d been useless—dropped my pencil twice in math, zoned out in history thinking about her cum-glazed tits under that crop top yesterday. I kept my head down, hoodie up, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Especially her.
I waited until the halls were mostly empty, then walked to the girls’ bathroom near the gym like she’d ordered. The one nobody really used after school because the lights flickered and it smelled like old bleach. Door was cracked open. I pushed it slowly.
Hyerin was already there, leaning against the sink counter, arms crossed. Same short black skirt, but today she had on a tight red tank top that hugged everything. Lip gloss fresh, shiny as hell. She looked me up and down like she was deciding if I was worth her time.
“You’re late,” she said, even though I wasn’t.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, closing the door behind me. The lock clicked.
She pushed off the counter and walked over, slow, hips swaying. Stopped right in front of me. Close enough I could smell her vanilla perfume mixed with something sweeter.
“On your knees,” she said quietly.
I dropped without thinking. Tile was cold through my jeans.
She looked down at me, smirking. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Say it.”
“I’ve been thinking about eating you out since yesterday. Couldn’t focus on anything else.”
She laughed softly. “Pathetic. I like it.”
Then she grabbed my hoodie strings, pulled me up a little so my face was level with her stomach. She bent down and kissed me—hard. Not sweet. Her lips smashed against mine, tongue pushing in right away. She tasted like cherry gloss and mint gum. I groaned into her mouth.
She bit my bottom lip, tugged, then sucked on it before pulling back just enough to speak. “Open wider,” she mumbled against me.
I did. She spat into my mouth—slow, thick string of spit that landed on my tongue. Salty, warm. Then she kissed me again, deeper, swirling her tongue around mine, spreading it everywhere. My head spun. I’d never been kissed like this—like she owned my mouth.
She pulled back just enough to whisper, “Swallow.”
I did. Tasted her. My dick jumped against her thigh.
“Good,” she purred. “You like my spit in your mouth?”
“Y-yes…”
She smiled, wicked. “You’re gonna get a lot more than that today.”
She pushed me back until my ass hit the sink counter. Then she hopped up beside my clothes pile, spread her legs wide. Skirt rode up. No panties today—just smooth skin and her pussy already glistening.
“On your knees,” she said.
I dropped fast. Floor was cold tile. Didn’t care. Face level with her. She smelled sweet and musky, like sex already.
“Look at it first,” she ordered. “Tell me what you see.”
I stared. Pink lips, swollen a little, clit peeking out, shiny with wetness. A thin string of her arousal stretched down toward the counter.
“You’re… so wet,” I said, voice shaky. “Looks so good...”
She reached down, spread herself with two fingers. “Now eat me. Slow at first. No rushing.”
I leaned in. First touch was just my lips kissing her outer lips, soft. She sighed. I dragged my tongue flat up one side, then the other, tasting her. Salty-sweet, warm. Addictive.
“Fuck… yeah,” she breathed. “Like that.”
I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, light pressure. She jerked a little.
“More,” she said. “Suck it.”
I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked gently. She moaned—loud in the empty bathroom. Her hand went into my hair, gripping tight.
“Harder. Use your tongue flat.”
I pressed harder, flicked fast, then slow circles. She started grinding against my face, small rolls of her hips. Her wetness smeared on my chin, my cheeks. I didn’t care. I wanted to drown in it.
“You’re good at this,” she panted. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
I slid my tongue lower, pushed inside her. She was tight, hot, clenching around me. I fucked her with my tongue, in and out, then back up to her clit. She was dripping now—down my chin, onto the floor.
“Fingers,” she gasped. “Two. Now.”
I pushed two fingers in slow. She was so wet they slid right to the knuckle. Curled them up, found that spot. She bucked hard.
“Right there—fuck—don’t stop!”
I sucked her clit harder, fingers pumping steady. Her thighs started shaking around my head.
“I’m gonna come,” she warned. “You better not pull away. Drink it.”
I moaned against her so she felt the vibration. That did it.
She clamped down on my fingers, thighs squeezing my ears. A gush of wetness hit my tongue—hot, slippery. She cried out, sharp and loud, grinding hard against my face while she came. Pulse after pulse. I kept licking, sucking, swallowing everything she gave me.
When she finally relaxed, she was breathing ragged. She pulled my head back by the hair, looked down at me. My face was a mess—chin shiny, lips swollen.
“Look at you,” she said, almost soft. “Covered in me.”
She smirked. “You’re gonna do this every day after school. Understand?”
“Yes.”
She slid off the counter, legs a little shaky. Pushed me back so I was sitting on the floor, back against the wall. My dick was rock hard, leaking steady now.
She knelt between my legs, grabbed my shaft. “You earned this.”
Those lips wrapped around me again. No teasing this time—just deep, wet, fast. She bobbed hard, cheeks hollowing, spit running down my balls. One hand cupped them, rolling gently. The other stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.
I groaned. “Hyerin—fuck—I’m close already.”
She pulled off, stroked fast. “Where do you want to come?”
“Your mouth… please…”
She grinned, dove back down. Took me all the way. Throat squeezed. I lost it.
I came hard, hips jerking. She didn’t pull away—swallowed every pulse, humming around me so it felt even better. When I was done she sucked slow, cleaning me off, then popped off with a wet sound.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stood up.
“Get dressed,” she said. “We’re done for today.”
I scrambled up, legs weak. Pulled my clothes on while she fixed her skirt and checked her makeup in the mirror.
She turned to me at the door. “Tomorrow. Same time. Bring a clean towel from the locker room. I want to sit on your face next time.”
My dick twitched again even though I’d just come.
“Yes, Hyerin.”
She unlocked the door, gave me one last look—lips still puffy from everything we’d done.
“Don’t be late.”
The next day dragged like hell. Classes blurred together. I kept checking my phone under the desk, heart jumping every time it buzzed, but nothing from her until right after the final bell.
My screen lit up. One message from Hyerin.
“Paradise Inn. Room 312. Hurry the fuck up. I hate waiting.”
No emojis. No teasing. Just that. My stomach flipped so hard I almost dropped the phone.
Paradise Inn was the cheap motel off the highway, the one kids whispered about for hookups and parties. Fifteen-minute walk from school if you cut through the back lot. I grabbed my bag and basically ran.
Sweat was already sticking my shirt to my back by the time I got there. The lobby smelled like stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener. I took the stairs—elevator looked like it might die—three at a time. Room 312. Door was cracked open just enough for the hallway light to spill in.
I pushed it wider.
Hyerin was inside, sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but black lace panties and one of those thin hotel robes half-open. Hair down, messy like she’d been running her hands through it. Lipstick still perfect, though. The room smelled like her perfume and the faint chlorine from the pool outside.
She looked up from her phone, eyes narrowing.
“You took forever.”
“I ran,” I panted, closing the door behind me. Lock clicked.
She stood up slow, letting the robe slip off her shoulders and pool on the floor. Just the panties now. Her tits looked even better in the dim lamp light—full, nipples already hard.
“Strip,” she said. No hello. No games. “Everything off. Now.”
I fumbled my hoodie over my head, kicked off shoes, yanked jeans and boxers down in one go. Naked in seconds. Dick already half-hard just from seeing her like this.
She walked over, slow, hips rolling. Stopped right in front of me. Grabbed my chin, tilted my face up.
“You’re mine today,” she said quietly. “All fucking day. You do what I say, when I say. Got it?”
“Yes.”
She slapped my cheek—not hard, just enough to sting. “Louder.”
“Yes, Hyerin.”
“Good boy.” She pushed me back until my legs hit the bed. I sat. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, grinding once so her lace-covered pussy dragged along my shaft. I groaned.
She kissed me—rough, tongue deep, biting my lip until I tasted copper. Then she pulled back, spit in my mouth again like yesterday, slow and deliberate. I swallowed it down.
“Lie back,” she ordered.
I scooted up the bed. She followed, crawling over me like a cat. Pushed my shoulders flat. Straddled my chest, then slid higher until her thighs framed my face.
“Eat me first,” she said, lowering herself. “Make me wet enough to take you raw.”
I grabbed her hips. Pulled her down. Her panties were soaked already. I licked through the lace—tasted her through the fabric. She moaned, rolled her hips.
“Move them,” she snapped.
I hooked my fingers in the sides, tugged them down her thighs. She kicked them off. Then sat right on my face—no teasing.
I went to work. Tongue flat, long licks from hole to clit. Sucked her clit hard like she liked. She rocked against me, grinding, smearing wetness across my chin and nose.
“Fuck—deeper,” she gasped. “Use your tongue inside.”
I pushed in as far as I could. She clenched around it. Her hands in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt. She rode my face faster, thighs squeezing my ears.
“I’m gonna come quick,” she panted. “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—”
She tensed. Shuddered. Flooded my mouth again—hot, sweet, a lot. I swallowed what I could, kept licking through the aftershocks until she shoved my head away, breathing ragged.
She slid down my body, slow. Positioned herself over my dick—still rock hard, leaking.
“You don’t get to come until I say,” she reminded me. “Not even close.”
She sank down—bare. No condom. Just her tight, wet heat swallowing me inch by inch. I groaned loud. She slapped my chest.
“Quiet. Walls are thin.”
She started riding—hard, fast, no warmup. Tits bouncing. Hands on my chest for leverage. Nails digging in.
“Look at me,” she ordered.
I did. Her eyes were dark, lips parted, hair falling in her face.
“You love this pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
“Say it.”
“I love your pussy, Hyerin. It’s perfect. So tight. So wet.”
She smirked, sped up. “You’re gonna fill it. But only when I tell you.”
She leaned down, kissed me messy while she fucked me. Tongue everywhere. Then sat back up, grinding her clit against my base every downstroke.
Her breathing changed—shorter, higher.
“I’m close again,” she whispered. “Gonna come on your cock. Then you pull out and come on my tits. Like yesterday. Understand?”
“Yes—”
She rode harder. Faster. Moaned louder than she should’ve. Her pussy fluttered around me—tight pulses.
I grabbed her hips, lifted her off just as she started shaking. She slid down quick, tits right over my dick. I stroked myself twice—hard—and came. Thick spurts hitting her chest, her neck, dripping down between her tits. One rope landed on her chin. She laughed breathlessly, rubbing the head against her skin to get every last drop.
“Messy boy,” she said, scooping some up with her finger, sucking it clean. “You taste desperate.”
She collapsed beside me, chest heaving, cum still glistening on her skin. Didn’t wipe it. Just let it dry there like a mark.
We lay like that for a minute. Quiet except for the AC humming.
Then she rolled onto her side, propped her head on her hand.
“This room’s paid for till tomorrow morning,” she said. “You’re not leaving till then.”
I looked at her. “What about—”
“Shut up.” She put a finger over my lips. “You’re staying. We’re gonna fuck again. And again. You’re gonna eat me whenever I want. Suck my tits. Whatever I say. And when I’m done using you, maybe I’ll let you sleep.”
She leaned in, kissed me slow this time—almost soft.
“But right now,” she whispered against my mouth, “get hard again. I want round two. And this time I’m riding your face while you finger me.”
She climbed back on top, already grinding against my softening dick.
Well, that's if you ignore the instant ramen smells that lingers in the room. You're both have been doom-scrolling for the past 40 minutes (real productive there, you two), with Yubin sprawling on her stomach across the queen bed in nothing but her hoodie from the previous TripleS tour and boy shorts, while you are sitting against the headboard pretending to read manhwa while mostly being distracted by her thick thighs.
And then she suddenly rolls onto her back, letting the hoodie riding up to expose the band of her panties that the shorts failed to cover.
"I'm boooooorrrreeeedddddd." Yubin threw the phone to the side.
"Bitch, we have been travelling places after places today." You don't even look up. "Let me rest."
"No!" She throws a tantrum. "Let's do something funnnnn."
"No."
"Plea—" "No."
Yubin sighs, feeling defeated at first with her best friend's reluctance, before she sits up abruptly. "Oh I have an idea." She flicks her eyes to your lap, then back to your face, adorning with the exact brand of mischief that usually doesn't end peacefully. "Do it to my mouth."
"Do what?"
"Fuck it, duh. Deepthroat it."
You choke on air. "Gong Yubin, what the fu—"
She's already scooting towards you, grinning widely like she just suggested going out for a Jollibee dinner on a random Wednesday. "I have been on tour for soooo long! I work hard, I dance hard, I sing even harder! I deserve to have some fun too!"
"Well…yes you work hard, and I’m proud of you, bu—"
"I'm bored. You're horny like half the time we're together.”
“No I do no—”
“And I have been training my gag reflex on my toys whenever the girls aren't around." She pats her own cheek twice, as if she didn't just announce a weird revelation that is definitely TMI. "C'mon. Free use, no judgement. We're literally close enough that we share a toothbrush anyway."
"That's because you aren't bothered buying o—"
"Pllleeeaassseeee?" She flops backward again, scooting until her head hangs off the edge of the mattress. She looks at you with a pair of pleading eyes that seems to work all the time. "How could you refuse a request of a cute and pretty girl like me to fuck my throat as hard as you want?"
Your cock twitches inside your pants. Damn you and your horny brain. Pretty sure the head of your cock is doing all the thinking now, with how quickly you set your phones down and position right in front of her face.
"See? Not so hard, isn't it?" She giggles. "Well, your cock is, but you know what I mean."
"This is one of the weirdest shit you have ever asked me to do."
"Uh huh, and you're stalling, buddy." Yubin reaches up blindly and hooks two fingers in your wasitband and yanks. "Let me see that damn hard dick of yours. I have vocal lessons after we get back from our trip and I want to make sure I can blame you for destroying my throat."
She makes a pleased little hum when you finally shoved your pants down. Your raging hard cock bobs free (and embarrassingly eager, too) and she opens her mouth wide, tongue flat, and then twirl that damn fucking sexy tongue in a circle in an inviting manner. You step closer, letting the tip of your cock brush her bottom tip. That alone brings a muffled moan out of you, and then another one when she flicks her tongue against a slit once.
"Are you sure this is oka—"
She rolls her eyes. "If you don't fuck my face in the next five seconds, I'm gonna walk out right now and start begging for a stud to fuck me ins—"
You hate that she knows how to trigger your sanity, because instinctively, you grab her throat with your hand and forcibly ram your cock inside her throat. “Don’t even bring a random dude into this, Gong Yubin.”
The first thrust is brutal, going straight past her soft palate with no warm-up whatsoever. Her throat convulses immediately around you like it's clinging the fuck out of your dick, but instead of pulling away she just arches her back harder. Her head dangles further off the edge so you can use her even rougher.
And yep, a thick and wet glurk rips out of her instantly.
Saliva explodes from the corners of her stretched, puffy lips. It gushes out in heavy ropes, coating your shaft in her sloppy layers before dripping in fat strings down to her forehead, then her hair, and then onto the carpet with wet plaps. And the more you pump, the messier it gets. Each brutal thrust drags out more spit, and every slam back forces a fresh wave of it to bubble and overflow.
Fuck, you know she's a hot girl, but Yubin's so fucking sexy when she’s drooling like a broken faucet. Thick, bubbly strands connect her cock to her chin every time you pull back, and splatters when you ram back in again. Your balls are so slick as it slaps against her noise with each thrust, making her inhaling all the musky smells.
And she is really, really, really into that. Why? Because while her throat is getting absolutely destroyed, she shoves one hand down into her boy shorts.
It is loud and clear — the frantic, slippery pumps of her fingers into her cunt are messy as hell. Her hips buck every time you bottom out, fucking herself in time with your thrusts. Her muffled moans are the icing on the cake of spits, with the deep and needy "mmph!" sounds that get more and more broken the harder you go.
You tighten your grips around her throat, fully intending to use her throat like an onahole as she so fucking wants. Her throat belts out these obscene and gurgling squelches that you are so sure the next door will hear how much of a mess you're making out of Yubin. The saliva is everywhere — coating your shaft in a glossy, dripping sheen, stringing between your balls and her nose, and smearing across her cheeks without a care.
You can feel her throat constricts even more around you, milking you even more as she chokes. Each thrusts of yours become deeper, shoving your balls more insistently towards her nose, and you swear you can hear the wet squelch of her cunt is getting louder and louder as she fingers herself deeper.
"Shit, Yubi—"
You pull out, mainly out of concern for your best friend, but partly because you want to see the damage in progress. Well, Yubin whines at the loss of your cock in her throat.
It is the most pathetic yet the hottest you hear out of her (high-pitched and needy). A long, broken "whyyyy" manages to get out through the spit still clinging to her vocal cords. Her lips are swollen and glistening like she just throated a cylinder. Thick ropes of saliva and precum stretch from the fat purple head of your cock all the way to her chin, and then they snap and splatter across her upside down face.
She gasps once, then twice, then immediately cranes her neck even farther like a baby bird begging for more worms (Except this baby bird is filthy as fuck.)
"Don't— don't fucking stop!" She coughs. "You fucking pussy, really think this gonna break me that easily?" Her fingers still go in and out of her bruised cunt. "Cmon, fuck my throat. Ruin it. Fuck my face like you hate me. Make me choke so hard I see death's door. Let me gag on your fat fucking cock until my throat's wide enough that it can only satisfied by yours alone. Just fucking use me like your dumb little cocksleeve you always want, you bitch!"
Holy shit. You swear no viagra was consumed, yet your cock is raging hard so bad that it hurts.
Well…she asked for it.
You smack her face with your free palm, making her open her mouth before you ram into the tight throat once again. Fresh spit gushes around your shaft, pouring down her face in rivers, coating your balls, dripping in fat globs and contributes to the huge puddle of spits below. Every time you bottom out she lets out a broken mantra of gurgled moans around your cock. It mangles into wet nonsense but still somehow the dirtiest thing you have ever heard.
You can feel her throat spasming harder now, fluttering like it’s trying to suck the soul out of you. Her free hand claws at your ass and pulls you as deep as she can until her nose is mashed flat against your pelvis and she can’t breathe at all. She looks completely fucking destroyed (her pretty, bubbly face turned into a sloppy, drooling mess), and she has never looked hotter.
That gets you close to releasing your load.
You yank out again, the hard cock springing free with a wet pop and a thick rope of spit that slaps across her cheek like a slap. And of course, this needy bitch whines.
“Noooo—put it back, you bitch—don’t you dare leave me hanging—” Her voice is shredded, barely there, cracking on every word. “I was so close—my puffy cunt is throbbing so fucking bad—c’mon, choke me again, baby, make me cum with your huge dick down my throat, pleasepleaseplease—”
She sticks her tongue out as far as it can go, trying to lick at the cockhead even as more drool cascades down to the floor.
“Paint my fucking face if you have to, just don’t stop using my throat. I wanna feel this fucking dick twitch when you cum. Wanna swallow every thick drop while I ruin my own needy cunt. Wanna be your nasty little cum-dump slut tonight.” True to her word, her fingers speed up inside her shorts, and the wet sounds turn into outright gushing now. Her whole body jerks like she's about to faint from ecstasy.
So you just mindlessly ram into her for the last time. One. Two. Three deep brutal thrusts. And then you pick up the pace into something more violent and frequent. She screams around your cock, and her whole body locks up. Her cunt clenches so fucking hard you aren't sure if the squelching comes from her slutty mouth or from her needy pussy. She holds the fingers stationary and then buck her hips up, desperately and violently, before her thighs clamp around her own hand and make the biggest fucking mess with her girl juice — soaking through her boy shorts and leave a dark patch onto the sheets.
Yeah, that snaps the last thread of sanity in you.
Burying balls deep in her, you unload thick loads straight down her convulsing throat. You can visibly see her throat working overtime, swallowing greedily as she still trembles through her own orgasm. Some spills out - a creamy, white and viscous liquid mixing with the plethora of spits on her face, before it bubbles at the corners of her mouth and drips down in filthy streaks.
When you finally pull out, she gives a wet and wrecked cough before dissolving into hoarse giggles.
"Fuuckk yes!" She licks her own messy lips. "You taste so fucking good, bestie."
She rolls onto her side, still giggling like a lunatic, ignoring how her face is a masterpiece of ruin.
You collapse beside her and breathe heavily with your whole chest. She reaches over and pat your thigh with a sticky hand and gives a sprinkle of adoring kisses to your spent cock.
"Ten out of ten. Would let you ruin my needy throat again." She laughs harder. "But I should bring my toys next time, just to see how many of them will spread my pussy while you expand my throat even more."
“What the fu—” You throw a pillow at her face, and of course, she catches it (just because) and presses it to her cum and spit covered cheeks before letting out a contented sigh.
"Tomorrow, I'll let you fuck my ass. And I’ll make sure you feeeellll so good."
Note: Hi!! Thank you so much for the explosive support for the Soda fic! It's a very plot heavy fic, so I'm glad it came out well. This one is the opposite of that, as you can tell, so hope it turns out nice.
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counts: ~6120 words
tags: smut, fluff, marriage, date weekend, public tease
synopsis: Two years together, with my wife, Yooyeon. Marriage with a cozy apartment, and no rush for kids. That night I spoiled her with takeout, candles, and slow, deep love, for her birthday.
I sat in the car with the engine off, windows cracked just enough to let in the late afternoon air. The parking lot was starting to empty out, cars pulling away one by one as the office people finished their Friday.
My phone showed 4:58. I kept glancing at the main door of the building, waiting for her.
Yooyeon walked out at exactly 5:02. Same black blazer she always wore on Fridays, white blouse underneath, pencil skirt that hugged her hips the way I still couldn’t get tired of. Her hair was up in a loose bun, a few strands falling around her face.
She looked tired, really tired, but even on her worst days she still looked gorgeous to me. Always has.
She spotted our car right away. I saw the tiny lift at the corner of her mouth, then she walked over
I pushed the passenger door open before she reached it.
“Hey, beautiful,” I said.
She slid in, dropped her bag on the floor, leaned over and kissed me quick—soft lips, a little sticky from whatever lip balm she’d put on that morning.
“Hey yourself,” she pulled the seatbelt across her chest and let her head fall back against the headrest. “God, I’m dead.”
“Rough one?”
“Client changed the whole campaign direction at 3:30. Again. I wanted to scream.” She rubbed her temples with two fingers. “But I didn’t. I smiled and said ‘of course, we can pivot.’ I deserve a medal.”
“You deserve dinner and a drink. Maybe two.”
She turned her head to look at me. “You’re in a good mood.”
“It’s Friday. And…” I let it hang for a second, grinning. “It’s a special day.”
Yooyeon closed her eyes and let out a small laugh through her nose. “Don’t start. You know I don’t do birthdays anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve been saying that since you turned 24. Doesn’t mean I have to listen.”
She opened one eye and gave me that look—the one that says she’s pretending to be annoyed but isn’t really. “You’re impossible.”
“Guilty.”
I started the car. The AC kicked on, cool air hitting us both. She sighed like it was the best feeling in the world.
“So,” I said as I pulled out of the parking space, “how about you guess where I’m taking you to eat?”
She turned in her seat a little, facing me more. “Is this a trick question?”
“Maybe.”
“Okay… fine.” She tapped her chin like she was thinking hard. “Not barbecue. We did that last week. Not sushi either—you always complain your stomach hurts after.”
“True.”
“Not pasta. Too heavy for how tired I am.” She paused, studying my face. “You’re smiling too much. That means it’s something I like.”
“Keep going.”
“Is it that Italian place with the truffle pasta? The one near the river?”
“Nope.”
“Damn.” She bit her bottom lip, thinking. “Okay… the steakhouse? But you said not heavy.”
“I didn’t say not heavy. You did.”
She laughed softly. “You’re evil. Just tell me.”
“Nah. One more guess.”
She groaned, dramatic. “Fine. Is it… the rooftop Korean place? The one with the spicy tteokbokki and the soju flight?”
I raised an eyebrow. “You really want spicy after a day like today?”
“I want comfort food. And I want to drink. And I want to sit somewhere pretty and not think about work for three hours.”
I reached over and squeezed her thigh just above the knee—light, familiar. “Good guess. But not quite.”
She pouted. “You’re killing me.”
“Alright, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not fancy. It’s not crowded. And you can wear whatever you want tomorrow morning when we stay in bed late.”
Her eyes narrowed. “We’re not going out to eat?”
“We are. Just… not right now.”
She sat up straighter. “What did you do?”
“You’ll see.”
She stared at me for a long second, then leaned back again, smiling small. “You’re lucky I love surprises from you.”
“I know.”
We drove in comfortable quiet for a while. She played with the radio, skipping songs until she landed on some slow R&B she likes. Her hand rested on my thigh the whole time, thumb moving in lazy circles. That small touch still does things to me after two years.
Instead of heading toward the usual restaurants, I took the turn toward our neighborhood. She noticed immediately.
“Wait… are we going home first?”
“Sort of.”
She laughed. “You’re so suspicious.”
When I pulled into our apartment building’s underground parking, she gave me a look.
“Okay, now I’m really curious.”
I parked, killed the engine, and turned to her. “Come up with me. Five minutes. Then we leave again. Promise.”
She studied my face like she was trying to read my mind. “You’re nervous.”
“A little.”
That made her soften. “Why?”
“Because I love you. And I want tonight to be good.”
She leaned over and kissed me again—this time slower, deeper. Her hand slid up to the back of my neck. When she pulled back her eyes were warm.
“You always make it good,” she said quietly.
We got out. Took the elevator up to the fourth floor. The hallway smelled like someone was cooking kimchi jjigae. Familiar. Home.
I unlocked the door and let her step in first.
The lights were dim. I’d left only the small lamp in the living room on.
The dining table was pushed against the wall. In the middle of the room I’d spread out the thick picnic blanket we usually take to the park. Pillows from the couch were arranged around it.
Two candles flickered on the coffee table—nothing fancy, just the vanilla ones she likes.
There were takeout boxes from her favorite hole-in-the-wall place: galbi jjim, haemul pajeon, the spicy cucumber salad she always steals from my plate, and a bottle of soju in an ice bucket.
Yooyeon stopped in the doorway.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
She turned to me, eyes shiny. “You… you did all this?”
“Wanted to give you the night you actually want. No crowds. No dressing up. Just us. Good food. Drinks. And later…” I stepped closer, lowered my voice. “I plan to take my time with you.”
Her cheeks went pink. She looked back at the setup, then at me again.
“You remembered the haemul pajeon place.”
“Of course I did. You talk about it every time we pass by.”
She laughed, soft and surprised. “I didn’t think you were listening that hard.”
“I always listen to you.”
She walked over to the blanket, kicked off her heels, and sat down cross-legged. Pat the spot next to her.
“Come here.”
I joined her. She opened one of the boxes, inhaled deep.
“Smells so good.”
I twisted the soju cap off, poured us both a shot in the little green glasses.
She raised hers. “To… not caring about birthdays. But still getting spoiled anyway.”
I clinked my glass to hers. “To that.”
We drank. Sharp, cold, burns just right.
She leaned against my shoulder, picking at the galbi with her chopsticks.
“This is perfect,” she said quietly. “I was so tired. I just wanted to come home and crash. But this… this is better.”
“Good.”
We ate slow. Talked about stupid stuff—her annoying coworker, the new drama we’re watching, how the neighbor’s dog keeps barking at 2 a.m. Normal life stuff. But every now and then she’d look at me like she was seeing me for the first time.
After the second shot she started getting touchy. Hand on my arm. Fingers brushing my neck. Leaning in closer.
“You know,” she said, voice dropping, “I was thinking in the car… two years married. And you still look at me like you can’t believe I’m yours.”
“Because I can’t.”
She set her glass down. Crawled over until she was straddling my lap, knees on either side of me. Her skirt rode up her thighs.
“I’m yours,” she whispered. “Always have been.”
I slid my hands up her legs, under the skirt, gripping her hips. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She kissed me hard this time. Open mouth, tongue sliding against mine. Her fingers went into my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan.
I pulled back for a second. “Food’s gonna get cold.”
“I don’t care,” she breathed. “I want you first.”
She rocked her hips once, slow, deliberate. I was already hard under her.
“Fuck, Yooyeon…”
She smiled against my mouth. “Say it again.”
“Fuck, baby…”
She reached down between us, palmed me through my jeans. “Take these off.”
We fumbled like teenagers—buttons, zippers, her skirt pushed up around her waist. She was wearing the black lace panties I like. The ones with the little bow. I groaned when I saw them.
“You wore these to work?”
“Maybe,” she teased. “Maybe I was hoping you’d rip them off later.”
I hooked my fingers in the sides and pulled. She lifted her hips to help. The lace slid down her legs. I tossed them somewhere behind me.
She pushed me back so I was lying on the blanket. Climbed on top again. Her blouse was half unbuttoned now—bra showing, chest rising and falling fast.
She leaned down, lips next to my ear. “I want you inside me. Right now. No waiting.”
I flipped us over so she was on her back. Spread her thighs with my knees. She was already wet—slick and hot when I ran my fingers through her folds.
“Jesus,” I muttered.
“Please,” she said, voice shaking a little. “Don’t tease.”
I lined up, pushed in slow at first. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. Then deeper. All the way.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Yes…”
I started moving—slow, deep thrusts. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me harder.
“Harder,” she whispered. “Please, harder.”
I gave it to her. Faster. The sound of skin on skin filled the room. She moaned loud—no neighbors close enough to care. Her hands grabbed my ass, urging me on.
“Like that?” I asked, voice rough.
“Yes—god, yes—just like that—”
She clenched around me, tight and hot. I felt her start to shake.
“I’m close,” she panted. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”
I angled my hips, hitting the spot she loves. She cried out, back arching.
“Baby—I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” I growled. “Let me feel it.”
She shattered. Whole body trembling, thighs squeezing me tight, wet pulsing around my cock. She moaned my name—loud, broken.
I fucked her through it, chasing my own. She grabbed my face, kissed me messy.
“Come inside me,” she whispered. “Fill me up.”
That did it. I groaned hard, buried deep, and came. Pulse after pulse, spilling into her. She whimpered at the feeling, legs still locked around me.
We stayed like that for a minute—sweaty, breathing hard, still connected.
She kissed my jaw. “Best birthday ever.”
Morning light slipped through the half-closed blinds, thin stripes across the bed. I woke up slow, the way you do when you’ve slept hard after a long night. My body felt heavy in the good way—muscles loose, a little sore from everything we’d done on the living room floor, then again in the shower before we finally crashed around 2 a.m.
Yooyeon was already awake. I could tell because her hand was under the sheet, fingers tracing lazy circles on my stomach, inching lower every few seconds. Her breathing was warm against my neck. She smelled like last night’s soju, vanilla candles, and sex. My favorite combination.
I kept my eyes closed, pretending I was still out. Let her play.
She shifted closer, thigh sliding over mine. Her bare breasts pressed against my side. Soft. Warm. Nipples already hard, brushing my skin every time she moved.
“You’re awake,” she whispered, lips grazing my earlobe. “I can tell.”
I cracked one eye open. She was propped on her elbow, hair a mess, cheeks still flushed from sleep and leftover alcohol. Eyes bright, a little glassy. Still tipsy, definitely.
“Morning,” I mumbled.
“Morning, birthday boy’s wife.” She smiled slow, naughty. “I’m still buzzed. And horny.”
I laughed under my breath. “You were horny at 3 a.m. too.”
“Yeah, but now it’s daylight. Different rules.”
Her hand finally reached my cock. It was already half-hard just from her touching my stomach. She wrapped her fingers around it, gave a slow stroke from base to tip. I hissed through my teeth.
“Fuck, Yooyeon…”
“Shh.” She kissed my jaw, then my throat. “Let me wake you up properly.”
She disappeared under the sheet before I could say anything else. I felt her hair brush my thighs, then her hot mouth closed over the head. No teasing. Just wet heat, tongue swirling, taking me deeper in one smooth slide.
I groaned loud, hand flying to her head. Not pushing—just holding. Her lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.
“Goddamn, baby…”
She popped off for a second, just long enough to look up at me with those dark, needy eyes. “Tastes like us,” she said, voice thick. Then she dove back down, taking me all the way until her nose pressed against my stomach.
I cursed under my breath. She was good at this—always had been—but mornings like this, when she was still loose from drinking and didn’t care about being quiet or neat, she was fucking lethal. Spit slicked down my shaft, her hand pumping what her mouth couldn’t reach. She bobbed fast, sloppy, greedy. Little whimpers coming from her throat every time she gagged herself on me.
I felt my balls tighten way too quick.
“Slow down or I’m gonna—”
She pulled off with a wet pop, grinning like the devil. “Not yet. I want to ride you first.”
She climbed on top before I could catch my breath. Straddled my hips, knees digging into the mattress. Her pussy was already soaked—I could see it glistening when she spread herself with two fingers, rubbing the head of my cock through her folds.
“Fuck, look at you,” I muttered. “So wet.”
“Been thinking about this since I woke up.” She lined me up, sank down just the tip. We both groaned. “Wanted to feel you stretch me again.”
She didn’t ease down slow. She dropped her hips hard, taking every inch in one go. Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing.
“Shit—tight,” I gritted out.
She started moving right away. No warm-up. Just rocking her hips in that perfect circle she does, the one that makes me lose my mind. Her hands planted on my chest for balance, nails digging in. Breasts bouncing with every roll.
“Like this?” she panted, grinding down deep, clit rubbing against my pelvis.
“Yeah—just like that. Fuck, you’re so good at this.”
She smiled, wicked. “I know.”
She picked up speed. Hips snapping, ass slapping against my thighs. Wet sounds filled the room—her pussy sucking me in every time she lifted, then slamming back down. I thrust up to meet her, hard, matching her rhythm.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder.”
I gripped her waist, took control for a minute—lifting her just enough to slam her back down. She cried out, loud enough the neighbors probably heard.
“Yes—yes—right there—”
Her thighs started shaking. I could feel her getting tighter, wetter. She leaned forward, changed the angle so I hit that spot inside her over and over.
“Oh god—I’m close already,” she whimpered. “Touch me—please—”
I slid one hand between us, thumb finding her clit. Rubbed fast circles the way she likes. She jerked, whole body tensing.
“Gonna come—gonna come on your cock—”
“Do it,” I growled. “Come all over me, baby.”
She shattered. Back arching, mouth open in a broken moan. Pussy clenching so hard I almost lost it right there. She kept riding through it, grinding down, milking every pulse.
When she finally stopped trembling, she collapsed on my chest, breathing ragged. But she didn’t stop moving—just slower rolls now, keeping me buried deep.
“Your turn,” she whispered against my lips.
I flipped us in one move. She laughed, surprised, legs wrapping around my waist. I thrust hard—deep, punishing strokes. She clawed my back, moaning into my mouth.
“Come inside me,” she said, voice wrecked. “Want to feel it again.”
That was all it took. I buried myself as deep as I could, groaned loud, and came hard. Pulse after pulse, filling her up. She whimpered at the feeling, thighs squeezing me tight.
We stayed locked together for a minute, catching our breath. She kissed my shoulder, my neck, my jaw.
“Best wake-up call ever,” I muttered.
She giggled. “You’re welcome.”
I rolled off her carefully. She stretched like a cat, arms above her head, looking satisfied and still a little drunk.
“I’m starving now,” she said.
“Same.”
She sat up, sheet falling to her waist. “Shower first. Then mall. I want to walk around, eat junk food, maybe buy something pretty for tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Tonight?”
“Yeah.” She leaned over, kissed me quick. “You spoiled me last night. Now I want to wear something new… and let you take it off later.”
My cock twitched at the thought, even though we’d just finished.
“You’re gonna kill me,” I said.
“Good way to go.” She slid out of bed, naked, ass swaying as she walked toward the bathroom. “Come on. Shower. Then we’re going to the mall. I’m craving churros and boba. And maybe some new lingerie if you’re lucky.”
I watched her disappear through the door, heard the water turn on.
I lay there for a second, staring at the ceiling, grinning like an idiot.
Two years married, and she still made me feel like the luckiest bastard alive.
I got up, followed her into the steam.
She was already under the spray, head tipped back, letting water run down her body. I stepped in behind her, arms around her waist.
“Happy Saturday,” I said against her wet shoulder.
She turned in my arms, kissed me slow and deep.
“Happy Saturday, husband.”
We washed each other slow—hands everywhere, not rushing. Just touching. Kissing. Laughing when soap got in our eyes.
After, we dressed casual—her in tiny denim shorts and a cropped tee that showed a strip of stomach, me in jeans and a plain black shirt. She put on light makeup, left her hair down and wavy from the night before.
We walked out hand in hand.
The mall was already busy—weekend crowd, families, couples, teenagers everywhere. Air smelled like popcorn and perfume samples.
Yooyeon pulled me toward the food court first.
“Churros. Now.”
I laughed. “Bossy.”
“You love it.”
We got a big box—extra chocolate sauce. Sat on a bench, her legs over mine, feeding each other bites. She licked sugar off her thumb, eyes locked on me the whole time.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I said. “We’re in public.”
“Can’t help it. You’re cute when you’re trying not to get hard in the middle of the mall.”
I groaned. “Evil woman.”
She grinned, took another bite. “After this, lingerie store. Then maybe that bookstore you like. Then home. So you can see what I pick out.”
I leaned in, kissed the corner of her mouth where chocolate lingered.
“Deal.”
She rested her head on my shoulder, watching people walk by.
“I love days like this,” she said quietly. “Just us. No plans. No pressure.”
“Me too.”
She squeezed my hand. “Thank you for last night. Really.”
“Anytime. Every time.”
She looked up at me, eyes soft. “Love you.”
“Love you more.”
We finished the last bite of churro and wiped our hands on napkins.
Yooyeon licked a tiny smear of chocolate off her finger, eyes flicking to mine like she knew exactly what that did to me.
“Come on,” she said, hopping off the bench and grabbing my hand. “Ice cream. Brain freeze will cool me down after that churro sugar rush.”
I let her pull me toward the food court’s ice cream stall—the one with the soft-serve machines and the long line of kids and couples. She bounced a little as we walked, still in that cropped tee and tiny denim shorts that showed off her legs.
The line moved fast. When we got to the front, she leaned over the counter, reading the menu board like it was the most important decision of the day.
“Two cones,” she told the girl behind the counter. “One matcha with strawberry swirl, one chocolate with cookie bits. And extra napkins, please. We’re messy.”
The girl nodded, already scooping. Yooyeon turned back to me, grinning.
“Matcha’s for me. Chocolate cookie for you. You always steal bites of mine anyway, so fair trade.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist from behind, chin resting on her shoulder. “You know me too well.”
She leaned back into me, ass pressing just enough against my front to make me aware of it. “Mmm. I do.”
Our order came. She handed me the chocolate one and took a big lick of hers right away—green and pink swirl melting already in the mall AC. She moaned a little, dramatic.
“So good. Try.”
She held it up to my mouth. I took a bite. She watched my lips the whole time, then licked her own like she was tasting it secondhand.
We wandered while we ate, away from the food court toward the quieter end of the mall where the boutiques were. She kept stealing licks from my cone too, even though she had her own. By the time we were halfway through, her lips were sticky and her tongue was bright pink from the strawberry.
“Messy girl,” I teased, wiping a drop from her chin with my thumb.
She caught my thumb before I could pull it back, sucked it clean slow—eyes locked on mine.
“Oops,” she said, voice low. “Better?”
I felt my dick twitch in my jeans. “You’re playing dangerous games in public.”
She just smiled, innocent as hell, and kept walking.
We passed a few clothing stores, but she slowed when we got to the lingerie section— that one shop with the black and pink sign, windows full of lace and satin. She stopped right in front, tilting her head.
“This one,” she decided. “I’ve never gone in here with you before.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You sure? It’s kinda… exposed.”
“That’s the point.” She tugged my hand. “Come on. Help me pick.”
Inside smelled like vanilla and expensive perfume. Soft lighting, mirrors everywhere, music low and slow. A salesgirl in her twenties smiled at us from behind the counter but didn’t hover—good instinct.
Yooyeon went straight to the racks like she knew what she wanted. She pulled out a black lace set first—bra with thin straps, matching thong that was basically nothing.
“What do you think?” she asked, holding it against her body over her clothes.
I swallowed. “Dangerous.”
She laughed softly. “Good dangerous?”
“Very.”
She added it to her arm, then grabbed a red one—satin bra with little bows, garter belt attached, stockings clipped on display.
“Red’s bold,” I said.
“I’m feeling bold today.” She glanced around, then leaned close. “Imagine peeling this off me later. Slow. One clip at a time.”
My voice came out rough. “Keep talking like that and we’re not making it home.”
She bit her lip, pleased. “Promise?”
She kept going—picked up a white sheer babydoll thing that would hide nothing, then a green satin slip with slits up the sides.
“Too many?” she asked, looking at the pile on her arm.
“Nope. Try them on. I’ll wait.”
She disappeared into the fitting room. I leaned against the wall outside, trying to look casual while my mind ran through every piece she’d grabbed.
A few minutes later the curtain slid open just enough for her to peek out.
“Come here,” she whispered.
I checked—no one was looking. Slipped inside.
She’d put on the black lace first. Bra pushed her tits up perfectly, nipples dark through the sheer parts. Thong high on her hips, cutting across her ass in a way that made my mouth dry. She turned slow, showing me the back—two thin straps over her shoulders, ass cheeks framed like a gift.
“Like?” she asked, voice soft.
I stepped closer, hands sliding to her waist. “Fuck yes.”
She pressed back against me, grinding once—slow, deliberate. I was hard instantly.
“Shh,” she giggled. “Not here. But… soon.”
She changed quick—tried the red next. The garter belt hugged her thighs, stockings sheer black. She hooked one leg up on the little bench, posing.
“Red’s my favorite so far,” I admitted.
“Mine too.” She ran her hands down her sides. “Feels sexy. Powerful.”
Next was the white babydoll. Sheer enough I could see every curve, every freckle. She spun, fabric floating.
“Too innocent?” she asked.
“Not on you.” I pulled her in, kissed her neck. “You make innocent look filthy.”
She moaned quietly, head tilting to give me more skin.
Last one—the green satin slip. She slid it over her head, let it fall. It clung to her like water, slits showing flashes of thigh every time she moved.
“This one’s easy access,” she whispered, lifting the hem just enough to show she wasn’t wearing anything underneath in the fitting room.
I groaned low. “You’re killing me.”
She dropped the hem, turned to face me. “I’m buying all of them. But I’m wearing the red tonight. With the garters.”
I nodded, words gone.
She changed back into her normal clothes fast, handed me the pile. “You pay. I’ll wait outside. Don’t want the salesgirl thinking we were doing something naughty in there.”
I laughed. “Too late for that.”
At the counter, the girl rang everything up without blinking—black lace set, red with garters, white babydoll, green slip. Total made my wallet cry a little, but worth every cent.
Yooyeon waited by the door, swinging the bag when I came out.
“Thank you,” she said, kissing me quick—right there in the mall hallway.
“Anytime.”
We walked out slow, her arm looped through mine. The mall was still buzzing, but it felt like we were in our own bubble.
“Home now?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. But first… one more stop.”
She pulled me toward a small stand selling those giant soft ice creams on sticks—dipped in chocolate, covered in sprinkles.
“Last treat before we go,” she said. “Then you get to unwrap me like a present.”
I bought two—one for each of us. She took a big bite, chocolate smearing her lips.
“Race you to the car?” she teased, already walking backward.
I caught her waist, pulled her close.
“No racing. I want to take my time getting you home.”
She smiled against my mouth, tasting like chocolate and trouble.
“Good,” she whispered. “Because I want you to take your time taking everything off me too.”
We headed to the parking lot, her hand in mine, bag swinging between us.
We got home just as the sun was dipping low.
The drive back was quiet—her hand on my thigh the whole way, fingers tapping a slow rhythm like she was already thinking about what came next.
I parked in our spot, killed the engine. Yooyeon grabbed the bag before I could, swinging it like it weighed nothing.
“Wait in the bedroom,” she said, voice low and teasing. “Don’t peek. I want to surprise you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “How long?”
“Ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. Long enough for you to get hard just thinking about it.”
She laughed when she saw my face, then pushed me toward the hallway with both hands on my chest.
“Go. Shower if you want. But be on the bed when I come in.”
I didn’t argue.
I walked to our room, flipped on the small bedside lamp instead of the overhead light—kept it dim, cozy. Kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it on the chair. Jeans next, then boxers. I lay back on the bed in just my skin, propped against the pillows, cock already half-hard from the way she’d been looking at me all afternoon.
The clock on the nightstand said 7:12. I stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of her moving around the apartment—water running in the bathroom, drawers opening and closing, soft footsteps on the wood floor. Every little noise made my pulse kick up.
At 7:28 the bathroom door clicked shut. Then quiet. Too quiet.
I waited.
The bedroom door opened slow.
Yooyeon stepped in.
Fuck.
She’d picked the red one.
The satin bra cupped her perfectly, pushing her breasts up high, little black bows sitting right on the center of each cup like they were begging to be untied. The matching garter belt hugged her waist, thin straps clipping to sheer black stockings that made her legs look a mile long. No panties—just smooth skin, bare pussy already glistening under the soft light. Her hair was down, loose waves framing her face, lips painted a deeper red than usual. She’d done smoky eyes too—made them look darker, hungrier.
She leaned against the doorframe for a second, one hand on her hip, the other trailing down her stomach, stopping just above her clit.
“Like what you see?” she asked, voice husky.
I sat up straighter, cock fully hard now, throbbing against my stomach. “Come here.”
She smiled slow, pushed off the frame, and walked toward the bed. Deliberate steps—hips swaying, stockings whispering with every move. When she reached the edge of the mattress she stopped, just out of reach.
“Not yet,” she said. “Look first.”
She turned slowly, showing me the back. The garter straps framed her ass perfectly, crisscrossing over her cheeks. She bent forward a little, hands on her knees, arching her back so I could see everything—pink folds already wet, clit peeking out.
“Jesus, Yooyeon…”
She straightened, turned back to face me. Climbed onto the bed on her knees, crawling toward me like a cat. The satin bra shifted with every move, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric.
When she reached me she straddled my thighs, not sitting down yet—just hovering, heat from her pussy radiating against my cock.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
My hands went to her waist first, thumbs brushing the satin of the garter belt. Then up, cupping her breasts through the bra. Heavy, soft. I dragged my thumbs over her nipples—she gasped, hips jerking forward so her wet slit slid along my length.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re soaked already.”
“Been wet since the fitting room,” she admitted, rocking slow. “Thought about you the whole time I was trying these on.”
I reached behind her, found the bra clasp. One flick—hooks undone. The red satin fell away. Her breasts spilled out, nipples dark and tight. I leaned in, took one in my mouth, sucked hard. She moaned loud, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
“Yes—like that—”
I switched to the other, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough. Her hips rolled faster, coating my cock in her slick.
“Want you inside,” she panted. “Now.”
She lifted up, reached between us, lined me up. Sank down slow this time—inch by inch, eyes locked on mine. We both groaned when she bottomed out, her ass flush against my thighs.
“So full,” she breathed. “Love how you stretch me.”
She started riding—slow at first, rolling her hips in that perfect circle. The garter straps pulled tight every time she lifted, stockings sliding against my skin. I grabbed her ass, helped her move—lifting her, slamming her back down.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I thrust up hard, meeting her halfway. The bed creaked. Her tits bounced with every slam, nipples brushing my chest. She leaned forward, kissed me messy—tongue deep, teeth clashing.
“Gonna come soon,” she whimpered against my mouth. “Touch my clit—please—”
I slid one hand between us, found her swollen clit with my thumb. Rubbed fast, firm circles. She jerked, whole body tensing.
“Right there—fuck—don’t stop—”
Her pussy clenched hard around me, fluttering. She cried out, loud and broken, nails digging into my shoulders. I felt her come—hot, wet pulses squeezing my cock, thighs shaking.
I didn’t stop thrusting—fucked her through it, drawing it out until she was trembling, gasping.
When she finally caught her breath she looked at me, eyes glassy.
“Your turn,” she said. “Come inside me. Fill me up with this on.”
She started riding again—faster now, chasing my orgasm. The sight of her in the red lingerie, garters taut, stockings still perfect, hair wild—it was too much.
“Fuck, baby—I’m close—”
“Do it,” she whispered, grinding down deep. “Come in your wife.”
I gripped her hips hard, thrust up once, twice—then buried deep and came. Groaned loud, spilling into her, pulse after pulse. She moaned at the feeling, rocking slow to milk every drop.
We stayed like that for a minute—her on top, me still inside, both breathing hard. She leaned down, kissed me soft this time. Sweaty forehead against mine.
“Worth every cent,” she murmured.
I laughed, breathless. “You’re gonna bankrupt me with more shopping trips like that.”
She kissed my nose. “I’ve got three more sets in the bag.”
She slid off me carefully, cum already starting to drip down her thigh. She didn’t bother wiping it—just lay beside me, one leg thrown over mine, head on my chest.
After a minute she lifted her head, chin on my shoulder, eyes soft but serious.
“Hey,” she whispered. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
She bit her lip, then smiled small. “I think I want a baby.”
I blinked. Turned my head to look at her properly. “Really? After all this time?”
“Yeah.” She traced my collarbone. “Her family’s been pushing forever, right? But I never wanted it because of them. I wanted it to be because of us. Tonight… wearing this, feeling you inside me, everything just clicked. I want our kid. With you.”
My heart did a weird flip. I pulled her closer, kissed her forehead. “You sure? We’ve been happy just us.”
“I’m sure.” She propped herself up on one elbow. “I’m 26 now. We’ve got the apartment, steady jobs. And I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I want to make a little person who looks like both of us. Who laughs like you when they’re sleepy.”
She paused, voice dropping. “We don’t have to rush. But… maybe we stop being careful tonight. Just see what happens.”
I searched her face. No doubt there. Just warmth. Want.
“Okay,” I said. “If you’re ready, I’m ready.”
Her smile got big. She rolled on top of me again, straddling my hips. The garters stretched tight across her thighs.
“Then let’s make sure,” she said, voice playful now. “One more round. Deep. No pulling out this time.”
I was already getting hard again just from her words. She felt it, grinned, reached down and stroked me slow.
“See? You want it too.”
She lifted up, guided me back inside her—still slick from before, warm and easy. We both sighed when I slid all the way in.
“Fuck, baby… you feel perfect,” I groaned.
She started moving, slow and deep this time. No rush. Hips rolling in that way she knows drives me crazy. Her hands on my chest, nails light.
“Imagine it,” she whispered, eyes half-closed. “Me getting round with our baby. You rubbing my belly. Us picking names in bed like this.”
I gripped her hips, thrust up gentle to meet her. “Boy or girl?”
“Doesn’t matter. As long as they’re ours.”
She leaned down, kissed me slow—tongue sliding against mine, breathing together. We rocked like that for long minutes, building steady. No loud moans this time. Just soft sounds, skin on skin, her breath in my ear.
“I love you,” she said against my mouth. “So much.”
“Love you more. Always.”
Her rhythm got a little faster. She clenched around me, close again.
“Come with me,” she breathed. “Inside. All the way.”
I held her tight, thrust deep, and let go. She came right after—quiet gasp, body shaking, milking me. I filled her again, pulse after pulse, imagining it taking root.
We stayed joined, her on my chest, breathing slow.
She kissed my jaw. “That felt different. Special.”
“Yeah.”
She smiled sleepy. “Maybe it worked. Maybe not. We’ll try again tomorrow if we have to.”
I laughed soft, wrapped my arms around her. “Every night. As many as it takes.”
She nuzzled closer, still in her red lingerie, garters tangled in the sheets.
Our future felt wide open now. Just us, plus maybe one more.
The kind of hour where the air feels too still, where even the streetlights outside look half-asleep. The TV's been mumbling nonsense in the background for god knows how long. Your eyelids feel heavy, your brain even heavier. Seriously, you should’ve been asleep by now.
So when the buzzer echoes through your small apartment, it takes you a second to realise it wasn't coming from the TV. You rubbed your eyes and pushed yourself up, half expecting it to be a delivery mix-up or maybe some drunk neighbour pressing the wrong button.
But when you open the door, it's her. Seo Dahyun. Soda.
Hood pulled low, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, her eyes red not from sleep, but something else. She's clutching her phone so tight her knuckles are pale, the other just hangs limply by her side.
She doesn't say a word. Just standing there, chest rising and falling in uneven bursts as if she just rushed to here (she did, you found out later), and her lips trembling like she's still deciding whether to speak or not.
"Soda?" you murmur her nickname, voice still thick with sleep. "What are you-"
"He broke up with me."
It's quiet. Flat. Like she had recited the news to herself, as nonchalant than it should’ve been. But she couldn't hide the crack in her tone, enough to give her away. You’ve known her since middle school.
“Who?”
“Who else?”
You blink once. Twice. The sentence sinks in like a slow burn like your consciousness back to life.
Then you step aside. "Get in."
She doesn't hesitate. Dahyun walked past you without meeting your eyes, the faint smell of rain and the scent that is undoubtedly hers following her in. She kicks off her shoes with a dull thud (one of them landing sideways) and drops her phone onto the couch before collapsing beside it, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around your huge Snorlax plushie like she's trying to squeeze the ache out of her chest.
You would've snatched a photo already if the air wasn't so suffocating.
Instead, you close the door behind her. The click sounds far too …final.
For a while, neither of you says anything. The TV in the background was still mumbling nonsense, but it did fill up the silence with half-hearted laughter. It felt almost wrong to even keep it on, like the world outside didn't get the memo that your best friend was just trying to keep every piece of her from falling apart.
You move toward her slowly, scratching the back of your neck. "…want some soda?"
She shook her head (she would've laughed at that by this point, you knew she loved that joke). Her eyes stay fixed on the floor, seemingly distant.
"He said that it doesn't work."
"What does that even mean? What doesn't work."
"That I'm…too much, apparently. Too clingy."
Her voice breaks on the last word. Small. Bitter. Feels like she's trying to turn the pain into sarcasm (just like you. Wow, best friend certified.) and failing miserably.
You dropped onto the spot next to her on the couch, being extra careful of every single movement. "Too much? Too clingy? How? You're the most empathetic girl in the world."
She lets out a dry laugh. "Can you believe that? Too clingy. Like caring is not allowed now. What the fuck."
You finally take a proper look at Dahyun. She tried so hard to stay composed, trying to joke about it away as usual, the way she always does when she's hurt. But her eyes couldn't hide it this time. There was this deep, hollow sadness sitting behind them, the kind that comes from being made to feel like her utmost love was too heavy for someone to carry.
She exhales shakily, her shoulders rise and fall in slow, uneven waves. "It's stupid, right? It's the same shit every time. I care too much, I ask too many questions, I…I text first too often. It's like —" She presses her palm to her mouth, her breathing shaky, and her voice clearly cracking, "-- It's like I'm not allowed to love people unless I pretend not to care about them."
Her words hang heavy in the air. You can hear, no, FEEL the frustration behind them. The anger that bottled up when you're tired of being gentle, tired of being told you're too much for people who don't know how to appreciate it.
It took you a full minute to find what barely was the right word to comfort her. "Soda…you just gave your time and heart to someone who didn't deserve it."
She didn't move for a second. Just stares down at her hands, the fingers picking at the hem of her sleeve. And then, without looking up, she whispers, "Then why does it keep happening to me?"
You wanted to answer, but nothing managed to come out of your throat. "I–-"
"You wouldn't understand anyway." She turned her head slowly, like the motion itself is a betrayal. The Snorlax plushie slips from her arms and lands face-down on the floor with a soft, defeated thump.
"Soda—"
"You don't understand!" The words rip out of her, jagged and raw. "You've never been the one left behind like this!"
You flinched. Not from the volume (though it's the first time you've ever heard her raise it), but from the venom oozing out of it. Seo Dahyun, who once apologised to a chair she bumped into, is screaming at you, her best friend. And she’s up, pacing the narrow strip of floor between the couch and the coffee table. Bare feet slap the rug, then the cold tile, then the rug again. Her hoodie’s zipper is half-down, revealing the thin strap of a tank top underneath, damp from the rain. Wet strands of her hair stick to her cheek in the dark.
"You always act like you have your life all figured out."
"Soda, I don't have my life figure—"
"Like you are so fucking calm. Like nothing ever hurt you!”
“Soda, listen to me—”
“I hate it! I hate how your life is just stable and quiet, while mine is in fucking shamble!"
The accusation hangs in the air, unfair and sharp. You don't move. You can't move. Your hands stay open on your thighs, palms up, like you are offering something she doesn't want. You know she's not yelling at you. It's the ghost of every single exes who told her she was too much, too needy. The echo of her own voice, telling her she's wrong.
Then she stops in front of you, chest heaving. Her eyes are glassy, red-rimmed, but the tears haven't fallen yet.
"I just—" Her voice cracks again, but smaller now. "I just need to feel something else. Anything else."
Her hands are on your shirt before you can answer, fisting the fabric, and tugging you forward. It wasn't gentle, and it certainly wasn't asking. You just lift your arms and let her yank your shirt off, the fabric catching on your ears for a second before it's gone. She tossed it aside absentmindedly, and couldn't give a damn where it landed.
Her hoodies then followed, fully zipped down in one motion. It puddles on the floor like shed skin. She's in a thin white tank now, her perky nipples visible through the damp fabric, and you try so hard not to stare. You tried to stay within the line, but she already threw it when she climbed onto your lap, knees bracketing your hips, her thighs trembling.
"Soda" You say, with utmost care. "Hey, Soda, listen to me—"
"Shut up." She whispers, but it's more like pleading than demanding. "Just, don't talk for a second, okay?"
Her fingers fumble with your belt, metal clinking too loud for comfort in the quiet space. She gets it undone, shoves your jeans and boxer down just enough. And then her own short. Then her underwear. She rises up on her knees, one hand braced on your shoulder, and the other guiding your exposed member to her entrance. She's wet already (unsure how, but you didn't dare to question), and her breath hitched as your head brushed her folds.
"Tell me you want this…" She whispers, eyes locked on yours. "Tell me you want me. Please."
"Fuck…" You groaned. You should've stopped her. Should've calmed her down, but what came out was: "I always do, Soda."
With the approval, she sinks down in one slow, deliberate slide, taking you to the hilt. The sound she made was half-sob, half-relief. Her head falls back, throat exposed, and you watch all the reliefs pouring out through her tears, tracking down her cheeks and dripping down onto your bare chest.
"Gosh…" she panted, her hips rolling in a circle, grinding down like she's trying to memorise the shape of you in her. "You - mmph, you feel so good…"
She then starts moving, her hips rolling in tight circles and grind down like she's trying so fucking hard to erase the bad memory away. Her breath hitches every time she bottoms out, a small and wounded sound that makes your heart ache.
"Tell me.." Her voice trembled. "Tell me I'm not too much, you idiot. "
You swallowed hard. "You're not. Soda. Never."
She makes a broken sound and kisses you. Messy, desperate, teeth clacking. Her tongue slides against yours, tasting like salt and rain and something very her. She pulled off the kiss and rested her forehead against yours. Her hand slides up to your chest, nails grazing your skin. It does hurt, yes, but it was still light, careful, like she's afraid to leave deep marks. Afraid to ruin you. Afraid to ruin what you both have.
"Say it again. Please." She pleaded. "I'm not too much."
"You're not too much." You repeated, rougher this time. "You're…more than they deserved."
Her pace quickens, hips snapping harder and slamming down harder, but there's still hesitation in it, like every thrust is still a question. The couch creaks beneath you. The TV is still on, running some nonsense infomercial. It's absurd. It's obscene. It's just enough.
"Harder," She whispers, "Yes, fuc- yes~" and you weren't sure if she meant you or herself. You slide your hands to her waist and her back, just holding there and letting her take what she needs. She rides you like she's trying to outrun the pain, but her eyes kept flicking to yours.
She leans back to your touch, and you watch her. Tank top riding up, breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips, the slick slide of her pussy taking you again and again.
"Am I...hurting you?" She whispered.
"Not at all." You panted. "You're doing fine."
She bites her lip, nods (good that she is still responding well, that's the Seo Dahyun you know), and moves again. Faster. Rougher. But her hands stay gentle, her fingers splayed across your chest like she's anchoring herself. Or relying on the anchor that is you.
"I don't want to be mean…" She moaned, almost to herself. "I just…I just want—"
"I know…" You smiled. "I got you. Do you feel good?”
" Yeah, fuck…you feel so good in me." She looked at you, her glassy eyes were on the verge of shattering. "You'll,,, stay with me like always…right?"
"Of course." Without hesitation. Without missing a single beat. "I'm always here for you."
And then she breaks. Sobs. A real one. It was raw, guttural, like she was finally being allowed to let it out. Her face crumples, forehead pressed to your neck, and the tears come hot and fast. You feel her clench around you. You don't think because it was deliberate, but it was just reflex from all the emotions, her thighs trembling violently as the wave hits.
Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders. Just holding you tightly like you're the only thing left in her world. "I'm sorry," she chokes out between sobs, voice muffled against you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I’m sorry—"
You don't want to answer with words (Not the thing she wanted to hear at this moment. You can read her more than enough times). Your arms around her tightened even more, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through her damp hair. She's shaking so hard. So fragile. So small. Yet she still moved her hips in tiny, involuntary jerks, chasing the last of it even as she fell apart.
And then, the orgasm crashes through her. Her whole body locks up, back arching, a mantra of "fuck" and "I'm coming" tearing out of her throat as she let herself go. Hard, messy, tears and snot and sweat mixing on your skin. (It was a pain to clean it off, but that's not important right now.)
"Let it out." You whispered. "I got you, Soda. Do it for me."
And she did. Hard. With a broken cry that was half your name, half a curse. You feel it the way she pulses around you, the way her breath stutters as she begged you to hold her tight and not let go, and the way her nails dug half-moons into your flesh before going slack. It was too much for you to hold back, and you followed soon after. All the built up spilled into her with a low, helpless groan. Your hips jerked up once, twice, before stilling.
She doesn't pull away.
Just collapse fully, her weight grounding you both. Just the warmth from the heated session and the bond between you two.
"I…didn't hurt you, did I?" Her tone too careful. Too fragile.
You shake your head. "You bonking me accidentally with a metal bat last week hurts more."
“Damn you…” That finally brings out a weak chuckle out of her. "I just…I just… didn't know how to be angry without breaking something."
"It's fine." You smiled. "You’re not breaking anything.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. You're still here. And I'm still here for you."
She exhales into your skin, shaky but light. The silence stretched, but it was comfortable.
And then, the TV cuts to a commercial for a blender. Hearing the rambling, Dahyun snorts, "We're literally fucking to the sound of a NutriBullet ad."
You soon followed with an airy laugh. "Don’t point that out, Soda, damn it."
She shifts, still on your lap, and winces. "Damn you, I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow."
"Well, it's your fault for riding too hard, Soda. I get it, I'm too irresistable."
She smacks your chest lightly, cheeks flushing. "Shut up…I was just processing."
"Mhm…hope that was a great processing time you had."
"Stop teasing me, damn it." She pinched your shoulder, forcing a groan out of you. "You didn't exactly complain."
"Why would I?" You brush a strand of hair from her face, tuck it behind her ear. “Hey.”
She hummed.
“You want that soda now?”
She let out another snort before she looked up to you with the smile you adored so much. Small, tired, real. Undeniably hers. “Diet Coke. With ice. And a straw.”
You sighed, a grin managed to escape. “Tsk. So bossy.”
“Deal with it, idiot.”
But she doesn’t move to get off you yet. Not yet. Just stay there, and breathe with you.
Hyerin slammed the door of the manager’s office so hard the framed artist photos on the wall rattled.
The clock on the wall showed 11:47 p.m. Most of the staff had already gone home.
Park Minwoo, thirty-four, looked up from his laptop without much surprise. He’d been expecting this visit since the first day sales of Binary02 2025 Christmas Event Objekts update dropped at 7 a.m.
“1.2k?” Hyerin’s voice cracked on the number like she still couldn’t believe it herself.
“One point fucking two thousand. Soomin did 1,700. Dahyun passed 1,500 before lunch. Even maknae got 2k. And me? 1.2?!”
She threw her phone on the desk. The screen was still open to the Objekt real-time ranking. Her bar was a sad thin line at the very bottom.
Minwoo closed the laptop slowly. “Sit down, Hyerin.”
“I don’t want to sit. I want to know why the fuck this is happening after everything I did.”
Her eyes were red, not just from crying but from three hours of rage-scrolling through every fan comment, every comparison post.
Minwoo leaned back in his chair. “You know why.”
“No, I don’t. So you better explain it to me like I’m five, oppa. Because last time we talked about this you said—” She stopped, voice dropping to a hiss.
“You said if I let you fuck me whenever you wanted for three months, you’d push the sexy rebrand. You’d approve every thirsty TikTok, every low-cut top at fansigns, every thigh-high stockings at music shows. You promised the company would let me go full slutty concept for this comeback. And I did it. Every single thing.”
She took one step closer. Her breathing was fast.
“I let you bend me over this same desk. I swallowed every drop when you asked. I rode you in the van after rehearsal until my thighs shook. I even let you record it once—‘for reference,’ you said. And now I’m still dead last?!”
Minwoo didn’t flinch. He’d heard worse tantrums from other girls. But Hyerin was different. She never cried pretty. When she was mad she looked dangerous.
He stood up, walked around the desk, and stopped right in front of her.
“You want the honest answer?” he asked quietly.
“Try me.”
“You’re hot. Very hot. The body is insane now—tits bigger, ass rounder, waist snatched. Everyone noticed. But being sexy isn’t enough anymore.” He reached out and tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. She slapped his hand away.
“Fans aren’t stupid,” he continued. “They can smell desperation from a mile away. The moment you went from ‘cute maknae’ to ‘I’ll suck dick for streams’ energy, half of them got turned off. The other half already stanned someone else. You changed too fast. Too obvious.”
Hyerin laughed, bitter. “So I whore myself out for nothing?”
“Not nothing.” Minwoo’s hand slid down, fingers brushing the side of her hoodie-covered breast, then lower, until he cupped her hip. “You got the body you wanted. You got the permission. You got to feel what it’s like to be desired by someone who can actually do something about it. That’s not nothing.”
She grabbed his wrist, but didn’t push him away this time.
“I still want the sales,” she whispered.
“I know.”
Silence stretched between them.
Then Hyerin’s grip on his wrist tightened, pulling his hand up until his palm covered her breast fully.
“Then make it worth it,” she said, voice low and rough. “Right now. If I’m already the slut of the group, at least fuck me like one.”
Minwoo looked at her for a long second—searching for bluff, maybe regret, maybe tears.
He found none.
He pushed her back until her ass hit the edge of the desk. One hard shove and she was sitting on it, legs spread instinctively. He yanked the hoodie over her head in one motion. No bra underneath. Her nipples were already hard from anger and cold air and something darker.
He took one in his mouth while his hand worked the knot of her sweatpants drawstring. Hyerin hissed when his teeth grazed her, then moaned when he sucked harder.
“You’re so fucking greedy,” he muttered against her skin, tugging the pants and panties down to her knees in one go. “Even when you’re mad you get wet.”
“Shut up, just fuck me.”
He didn’t argue.
Minwoo dropped his own pants just enough. No foreplay tonight; she didn’t want it and he didn’t have the patience. He lined up and pushed inside in one long, brutal thrust.
Hyerin’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream. Her nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt. The desk creaked under them.
He fucked her hard from the start—sharp, punishing strokes that made her tits bounce and her thighs tremble. Every time he bottomed out she let out a choked “ah—fuck—” like she was mad at her own body for liking it so much.
“You wanted this,” he growled against her neck. “You begged for the approvals. You opened your legs every time I called. Now you’re mad the fans don’t love you for it?”
“I hate you,” she gasped, but her hips rolled up to meet him anyway.
“Yeah?” He grabbed her throat—not choking, just holding. “Then why are you clenching so tight around me? Why is your pussy dripping down my balls?”
She answered by biting his shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks.
He sped up, desk rattling louder. Papers slid off the edge. Her phone clattered to the floor, screen still glowing with that humiliating 1.3k.
“Look at me,” Minwoo ordered.
She did. Eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
“Next comeback,” he said between thrusts, “I’ll get you the center. I’ll make sure every fancam zooms on your ass. I’ll leak the photos myself if I have to. But you—” another deep thrust “—have to stop looking like a kicked puppy online. You want to be the slutty one? Then own it. Smirk at the haters. Post thirst traps and laugh when they call you desperate. The moment you look like you enjoy it, they’ll start paying.”
Hyerin’s breath hitched. She was close—dangerously close.
“Promise?” she managed.
“I promise.”
She came then—hard, sudden, whole body locking up around him. A long, broken moan tore out of her throat. Her nails raked down his back. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release.
When he finally pulled out and came across her stomach and tits, she didn’t move to clean it up. She just looked down at the mess, breathing heavily.
Minwoo stepped back, chest rising and falling. He pulled his pants up, fixed his belt.
Hyerin stayed sitting on the desk, legs still open, cum slowly sliding down her skin.
The next morning came too fast.
Hyerin barely slept.
She’d gone straight from the office to the dorm, showered until the water ran cold, then lay in bed scrolling through the same three apps until her eyes burned.
The Objekt numbers hadn’t moved much overnight. Still 1.2k maybe 1.3 something. Still dead last.
By 7 a.m. she was already in the company building for vocal training, makeup already half-done, wearing the outfit she’d picked out the night before in a fit of petty revenge.
Black cropped blazer, barely there. White ruffled crop top underneath that showed most of her underboob if she breathed too deep. High-waisted light-wash denim jeans hugging every curve she’d worked so hard to earn.
She looked expensive. Expensive and expensive-to-fuck.
And she knew it.
Minwoo noticed the second she walked into the small meeting room he’d booked for “schedule check.”
“You’re late,” he said, but his eyes were already dragging down her body.
“Traffic,” she lied, dropping her bag on the couch and walking straight toward him.
He was sitting on the edge of the conference table, legs spread casually. Tie loosened. Shirt sleeves rolled up.
Hyerin didn’t waste time on greetings.
She climbed onto his lap without asking, knees bracketing his thighs, hands already on his shoulders for balance. The blazer fell open immediately, giving him a full view of the white ruffles barely covering her nipples.
“You’re in a mood,” Minwoo murmured, hands sliding up the back of her thighs, squeezing the denim-covered ass.
“I’m always in a mood when I’m losing.” She rocked her hips once, grinding down deliberately. He was already half-hard under the slacks.
She reached between them, fingers working his belt open with practiced speed. Zipper down. Hand inside. He groaned low when she wrapped her fingers around him and gave one slow stroke.
“Already?” she teased, voice breathy.
“You walked in looking like a walking OF ad. What did you expect?”
She didn’t answer with words.
Instead she lifted her hips, yanked her jeans down just enough to free one leg, then pushed her thong to the side. No prep. No warning. She lined him up and sank down in one smooth, greedy drop.
“Fuck—” Minwoo’s head tipped back against the wall. His hands clamped onto her waist, hard enough to bruise.
Hyerin bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud. She was still a little sore from last night, but that only made it better.
She started riding him immediately—slow at first, then faster, rolling her hips in tight circles that made him curse under his breath.
Minwoo’s hands roamed. One slid under the ruffled top, thumb brushing over a stiff nipple. The other gripped her ass, helping her bounce harder.
“You posted again, didn’t you?” he asked, voice rough.
Hyerin nodded, breath hitching every time she bottomed out.
“Yeah.”
“This outfit?”
She leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. “This exact fucking outfit.”
His cock twitched inside her at the thought.
She sped up, thighs burning, ass slapping against his lap in a lewd rhythm.
“Show me.”
Hyerin didn’t stop moving. She reached into the pocket of her blazer—still half-on—and pulled out her phone. Unlocked it with face ID while still bouncing on him.
The TikTok app was already open.
She turned the screen toward him.
The video was less than thirty seconds. Simple. Her in the hallway mirror of the dorm at 5 a.m., slow turn, blazer sliding off one shoulder, crop top riding up just enough to flash the bottom curve of her tits, then a quick hair flip and pout to the camera. Caption:
Minwoo stared at the numbers while she kept riding him.
“Still low,” he muttered.
“Lower than last week,” Hyerin hissed, slamming down harder, making him groan. “The same people saying ‘she’s trying too hard’ and ‘desperate vibes’ and ‘where did the innocent Hyerin go?’ Like bitch, she died. She got fucked into the ground by her manager and now she likes it.”
Minwoo laughed darkly, thrusting up to meet her next drop.
“You’re clenching so hard when you talk dirty. You like being called desperate?”
“I hate it.” She grabbed his face, nails digging into his jaw. “But I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, so maybe I do.”
He flipped them suddenly—lifted her off his lap, spun her around, and bent her over the conference table. Her phone clattered onto the wood, screen still showing the stats.
Ass up. Jeans yanked down to mid-thigh. Thong pulled aside again.
He slammed back into her from behind in one brutal thrust.
Hyerin cried out—sharp, needy. Her palms slapped against the table for balance.
“Keep talking,” Minwoo growled, pounding into her steadily. “Tell me how much you hate the comments.”
“They say I’m a slut now,” she gasped. “That I’m ruining the group image. That I should’ve stayed cute. That my body looks fake—”
He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles.
“—and I read every single one while touching myself last night.”
Minwoo’s rhythm faltered for a second. “You’re insane.”
“I know.” She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. “And I came so hard thinking about how many of them are secretly jerking off to my videos anyway.”
He fucked her harder. The table scraped across the floor a few inches.
“Post another one today,” he ordered. “After this. Same outfit. Messy hair. Lipstick smeared. Maybe show the hickeys I’m about to leave on your neck.”
Hyerin moaned at the thought, walls fluttering around him.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’ll post it,” she panted. “I’ll make it obvious I just got fucked. I’ll write something like… ‘busy morning’ with a winky face.”
“Good girl.”
She came suddenly, violently—whole body shaking, thighs trembling, a broken sob tearing out of her throat.
Minwoo didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release, until he finally pulled out and painted thick stripes across her lower back and ass.
They stayed like that for several long seconds—her bent over the table, him breathing hard behind her.
Eventually he stepped back, tucked himself away, fixed his clothes.
Hyerin straightened slowly. Her legs felt like jelly. Cum was already starting to drip down the back of her thigh.
She looked at her phone again.
Still open on the same video.
She took a screenshot of the view count.
Then she opened the camera, turned it to selfie mode, and angled it so the mess on her back was visible in the reflection—blazer still hanging off her shoulders, hair wrecked, cheeks flushed, lips bitten red.
She didn’t smile.
She just stared straight into the lens, eyes dark and defiant.
Then she hit record.
Short clip. Ten seconds.
Voice low, almost a whisper:
“Busy morning.”
Wink.
End.
She posted it immediately. Caption: busy morning 🖤
Minwoo watched the whole thing over her shoulder.
When the upload finished, he leaned down and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of her neck.
“Next comeback,” he promised quietly. “Center. Heavy push. And I’ll make sure every single person who called you desperate eats their words.”
Hyerin turned her head just enough to look at him.
“Then keep fucking me until the numbers go up.”
He smirked.
“Deal.”
She pulled her jeans back up—cum still sticky against her skin—and walked out of the room like nothing happened.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Minwoo stayed behind, staring at the table where her handprints were still faintly visible on the polished surface.
Tags: Dramatic past, Manipulation, Smut, Submissive, Missionary, Titplay, First time, Cowgirl, Anal, Creampie
Synopsis: Chaeyeon is an orphan who's adopted by a rich couple. Tragedy strikes, She's left with a wealth and company to hold at the young age. Mr. Hyun helped her especially during hard times. Until he finally shows his true intentions.
Chaeyeon's childhood revolves around the orphanage until when she reached 16, A lovely couple, Mr and Mrs. Kim adopted her. They liked her politeness and charming smile.
The couple is not just an ordinary couple but they're one of the richest and influential people in the country. They're the one who holds the bank company named Hana Bank. It is named after their daughter.
Unfortunately, their daughter died because of school bus accident until they decided to adopt one in the orphanage.
The wealthy lifestyle didn't get into Chaeyeon's head. She still the same polite and loving person. Still a down-to-earth person.
At 19, A tragedy happend. Her foster parents died in the hands of a madman sneaked inside at the theater play. The suspect is in the death row.
The incident made the nation shocked, it also made Chaeyeon cry at her room for days. She was unable to eat nor sleep properly until she finally thought of being strong for herself and tries her best to move on.
Her late foster parents wrote a will that Chaeyeon is the one who will get family's wealth.
The bank's higher-ups are not into an idea of Chaeyeon taking over the company especially she's basically an orphan but Mr. Hyun, Her late foster father's close friend stood up for her.
He's the only one who's supports an idea of Chaeyeon being the CEO amidst of everyone's doubts that she has skills to continue what her foster parents did for the company. Mr. Hyun patiently teached Chaeyeon everything for her to become fully pledged CEO.
At 21, Chaeyeon became the youngest successful CEO in country's history. The bank gained above billions of revenue and got successful endorsment deals with famous actors and kpop idols like Ahn Yujin of IVE. Mr. Hyun is proud of Chaeyeon's development.
Chaeyeon's success as the young CEO of the bank was meteoric, she got offers to do interviews and suchs but behind closed doors, whispers began circulating about her personal life. Some pitied her about her beloved foster parents tradegy, Others wondered if she can handle the company for many years to come.
Evening after the Hana Bank's anniversary event, Chaeyeon returned to her lavish penthouse apartment. As she slipped off her heels, there was a knock at the door. Curiosity piqued, she went to open the door. Only to find it was Mr. Hyun, holding a bottle of wine.
"May I come inside, CEO Kim?"
Chaeyeon looked at Mr. Hyun. His silver hair, His face is clean shaven and youthful despite his age of 53, he's a bit taller than her.
With an exhausting smile, she let him come over. "Of course, Mr. Hyun. You're welcome here. I need someone to talk aside from some stressful business matters."
Mr. Hyun grabbed two wine glasses from the kitchen. "The anniversary felt great, right? We stopped doing anniversary nights since your parents passed away, in respect to them."
"Surely your parents are happy seeing you taking over the company and continue what they left. You truly became part of the Kim family."
Chaeyeon sat down on her plush couch, her feet is aching from the heels she wore earlier. "It all thanks to you, Mr. Hyun. Because of you, I was able to get on my feet and made my parents proud of me. Also able to dismissed people's doubts about me taking over the company."
"It's been my pleasure, Chaeyeon." Mr. Hyun replied warmly, pouring two glasses of wine. He handed one to her before sitting beside her on the couch. The soft cushions molded around their bodies as they sipped their drinks, the tension slowly dissipating.
Mr. Hyun's eyes drifted to Chaeyeon's tired face, down to her red lips. The way how her throat bobbed as she swallowed the red liquid. Her perfume filled his senses as soon as he sat close beside her.
"Chaeyeon, you've done remarkably well under such immense pressure. I couldn't be prouder of you." His gaze met hers, filled with admiration and a hint of something else entirely.
Chaeyeon takes a sip of her wine. She let a deep sigh go as she looked at the family picture plastered on the wall. Her beloved foster parents smiling at the camera with her.
"You know what, Mr. Hyun? When they passed away, I was so scared yet I prepared myself for being alone again. I was truly... truly thankful for being here with me. You're always there even those hardest times of my life." Her voice cracked with emotion at her last words.
Mr. Hyun placed a comforting hand on Chaeyeon's knee, his touch warm through her pants. "You're always welcome, Chaeyeon. I admire of your determination to continue living without your parents. Glad they chose a wonderful girl like you."
As he spoke, his fingers gently caressed her thigh, the motion sending a subtle thrill through Chaeyeon's body. She felt a flutter in her chest, a response she hadn't anticipated from this man, whom she viewed as a mentor and guardian.
"I… appreciate your support, Mr. Hyun." Chaeyeon managed to say. She couldn't help but notice the way his silver hair gleamed under the dim light, or how his piercing brown eyes seemed to see right through her.
Chaeyeon shifted her seat. She cleared her throat as she took another sip of her wine.
Mr. Hyun noticed that. He reached out to hold her shoulders and started massaging. Chaeyeon's breath hitched as Mr. Hyun's hands worked on her tense shoulders. His touch was both soothing and electrifying.
"M-Mr. Hyun. I.. I'm alright. You don't need to do this." Chaeyeon tries to be polite as possible despite his touch made her sit still.
"You deserved this, Chaeyeon. Just sit and relax. Try not to think about the company, Just clear your mind and let me make you feel... good."
Chaeyeon's heart raced as Mr. Hyun's words whispered hotly against her ear. She could feel the hard planes of his body pressed against her side, the scent of his cologne mingling with the wine on her breath.
As he continued to massage her, his fingers grazed the nape of her neck, sending tingles across her scalp. Chaeyeon's eyelids grew heavy, and she found herself leaning into his touch, craving more of his comfort.
A moan escaped her lips as his fingers brushing the curves of her breasts as he's massaging her forearms, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric. Chaeyeon's mind reeled, struggling to process everything so far. She thought this wrong and unprofessional Yet, she felt her own body is relaxing under his touches.
"Mr. Hyun…" she breathed, her voice trembling. "We shouldn't… I mean, I don't want to ruin our relationship…"
Mr. Hyun boldly groped her breasts through her sleeveless top, as he started a gentle knead as if it was a normal part of massage. This caused Chaeyeon to finally pull back from him. Setting distance between them as she covered her chest by her arms.
"Mr. Hyun! This is... This is beyond over the relaxing massage. I ask you to leave and I'll forget this happened."
Mr. Hyun just chuckled at her defense. "Oh, Chaeyeon... Seems like you didn't get it huh? Oh well.. Let me tell you this." Mr. Hyun moved to close the gap between them, trapping Chaeyeon at the edge of the couch.
"You realize that without me, you won't be living a life like right now. I was the one who stands beside you and forcing those idiots to shut their mouths and let you take over the company. I did whatever what I can do, to ensure that you will get the position that you're currently holding. They called you such names like 'Poor Orphan' and 'Gold digger' behind your back."
"Me and you... Both of us made those people feel like a sore losers. They doubted you, talked down yet with my help, You're able to prove them wrong. And I called this as... returning the favor, Chaeyeon. I made YOU as a CEO."
Chaeyeon's eyes shaken as he listen to his words. His words cut deeper, striking her deep. She knew he held the power to shape her destiny, and the thought of losing his guidance terrified her.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she met his intense gaze but quickly looked away. "You're right, Mr. Hyun... Without you, I wouldn't be here. But this… what you're doing… it's crossing a line."
"Life without thrills and not crossing the line… is plain boring. I did my best to guide you all the way to the top position where others can get it easily."
"All you have to do…" He hold her chin as he make her look at his eyes. "Is returning the favor by letting me feel your body. Let me make you experience the feeling of a man's touch, Chaeyeon."
Chaeyeon gulped hard. Her eyes shaking, hands trembling. She knows Mr. Hyun is just making excuses to touch her body. She remembered what her foster mother said to her years ago. 'Don't forget to be thankful to the people who helped you through your hard times. Don't take them for granted. Some people may need something from you, Do your best to satisfy their needs. That's how our world works.'
Chaeyeon closed her eyes and let a deep sigh. "I understand what you need, Mr. Hyun.. Just be gentle. I haven't experienced something like this in my entire life."
A sly smile on Mr. Hyun's lips as Chaeyeon finally surrenders. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his chest. "Of course, my dear. I promise to be gentle…"
Mr. Hyun leans to kiss her lips. He pushed her to lay down on the couch. His hands roamed over her body, mapping every curve as he waited a long time for this moment. Fingers deftly pulled her top off, revealing the full glory of her breasts. "Never been touched by a man huh? Well then.. I'm honored to be the first man." He traced the swell of her breasts through her lacy white bra and groped it roughly.
Chaeyeon's breath came in shallow gasps as Mr. Hyun's hands continued it's exploration, he unbuckled her belt and pulled her pants down to her ankles. Exposing her creamy thick thighs and a purple panties that covers her innocence. "You're so beautiful, Chaeyeon." he praised, his voice low and husky. "I knew guiding you to become a CEO is worth it."
Mr. Hyun started kissing her feet, his lips trailed up Chaeyeon's inner thighs, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet skin. He kissed and licked a path higher, his hands gripping her hips possessively. Chaeyeon's breath hitched as his mouth hovered just inches from her soaked panties.
"You taste the same that I imagined, Chaeyeon. Sweet and pure." he growled, his hot breath seeping through the delicate fabric. With a swift tug, he ripped the damp barrier away, exposing her glistening folds to his hungry gaze.
Chaeyeon's hips bucked involuntarily as Mr. Hyun's tongue delved between her slick lips, lapping at her essence with unrestrained desire. He sucked and nibbled, driving her wild with pleasure. Her fingers tangled in his silver hair, urging him on as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
"Ah! Ahh... Uuhh... This is so wrong… but… it feels so good, Mr. Hyun."
Mr. Hyun's continued what he's doing on Chaeyeon's quivering sex, savoring every drop of her arousal. He pushed two fingers inside, fucking her with his mouth as his fingers spread her open wider. Chaeyeon's moans echoed through the room, a symphony of surrender and delight.
"Ah! Mr. Hyun! Oh my god!"
As he feasted on her, Mr. Hyun's other hand crept up to palm her breast. He pulled her bra enough to let her breasts go from it's confines. He rolling the stiff nipple between his fingers.
"Mr. Hyun! Gahhh!!" Chaeyeon cried out, her back arching off the couch as pleasure coiled tighter within her.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Mr. Hyun pulled back, leaving her unsatisfied and empty. He stood up and undone his pants then freed his erect cock.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she looked at his cock. She's worried about everything especially to the fact that she will lose her virginity to a man who guided her to become a CEO. She feels like her own body is the exchange of his help to claim that top position.
"Mr. Hyun..."
Mr. Hyun's cockhead nudged against Chaeyeon's virgin entrance, the swollen tip probing her tight channel. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.
"Relax, my dear. This will be painful but it will be worth it. Trust me."
But as her body began to relax, accommodating his size, he surged forward, breaching her hymen with a single powerful thrust.
"Gahhh!! M-Mr. Hyun! So big... I... I don't think..."
Chaeyeon's cry of pain and pleasure mixed in the air as Mr. Hyun's thick shaft stretched her open, claiming her innocence. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as he bottomed out, filling her completely. For a moment, they remained locked together, chests heaving, hearts pounding in sync.
Then Mr. Hyun began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside her. His cock glistening with her juices and a smear of blood. The evidence of her deflowering glinting in the dim light.
"Your blood... It's a symbol of your transformation, Chaeyeon. From an untouched innocent girl to a woman of the world, ready to conquer anything that comes her way."
He reached out to stroked her cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen. "Now, my dear CEO. Let us celebrate your newfound maturity properly, Shall we?" Mr. Hyun murmured, his eyes dark with hunger as he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Chaeyeon slowly kissing him back. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Mr. Hyun used it as a chance to thrust his cock into her wet pussy once again.
Mr. Hyun's hips rolled in a steady rhythm, his thick cock sliding in and out of Chaeyeon's slick heat. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through her, her walls clenching around him greedily. He gripped her hips, raising it to hit that sweet spot deep inside her with every thrust.
"Ohh!! Ahh!! Ahh!! Mr. Hyun! This feels.. good!"
Chaeyeon's moans grew louder, her nails digging into Mr. Hyun's shoulders as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Her body undulated beneath him, meeting each of his thrusts with increasing urgency.
"You're so tight, so perfect. Taking my cock like a pro already, my lovely CEO."
"Mr. Hyun! I'm.. I'm going to pee!!"
"Let it go, Chaeyeon. Let's come undone together!"
As Chaeyeon teetered on the brink of her first ever climax, Mr. Hyun increased his pace, slamming into her with reckless abandon. Her body trembled. Expecting an explosive release that will make her remember it forever.
With a final, deep thrust, he sent Chaeyeon hurtling over the edge. Her back arched off the couch as her first orgasm crashed over her. "Mr. Hyun!!!" She cried out as she squirted on his cock.
Mr. Hyun withdrew at the last possible second. With a guttural moan, he stroked his throbbing cock, aiming it at Chaeyeon's heaving chest. Thick ropes of cum erupted from the tip, painting her breasts and stomach with his seed.
After a while, Exhaustion kicks in. As Chaeyeon drifted off to sleep, Mr. Hyun's gentle touch on her cheek was the last thing she felt before succumbing to the exhaustion that had claimed her.
The room fell silent. Mr. Hyun watched over her, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and possessiveness. He had shaped her into the woman she was today, and now, he had claimed her completely.
Mr. Hyun puts his pants back, he went to her bedroom to get a blanket and tucked her naked spent body under it.
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Days later.
Her hands on his shoulders, Head threw aback, tongue lolled out and blouse wide open as her ample breasts bouncing freely. Good thing that her office is soundproofed and she told her secretary earlier that she won't accept any calls for an hour or two.
Chaeyeon's office is filled by a moans, lewd flesh noises, creaking sounds of her leather chair and a scent of sex. Mr. Hyun watched Chaeyeon riding his cock.
Mr. Hyun's hands gripped Chaeyeon's hips, guiding her up and down his shaft as he pistoned into her willing body. Sweat glistened on their skin, mingling with the aroma of sex. The soundproofed office ensured that their activities remained hidden from the outside world, allowing them to indulge in their lustful desires without restraint.
"Such a good little cockslut you are, Chaeyeon. Keep riding my cock!"
Mr. Hyun's skilled mouth worked magic on Chaeyeon's sensitive nipples. He suckled and nibbled, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core. Chaeyeon's moans turned to series of whimpers as he played her body like a finely tuned instrument.
Her hips ground against him with renewed vigor, desperate for her orgasm. The dual stimulation of his cock buried deep inside her and his mouth worshiping her breasts proved to be the ultimate combination. Chaeyeon's walls clenched tightly around him as she teetered on the edge, her entire self focused on the impending explosion of pleasure.
Chaeyeon's body shook violently as the crest of her orgasm washed over her. A hoarse scream tore from her throat as wave after wave of squirt came from her throbbing clit. Her inner muscles rippled and squeezed around Mr. Hyun's pulsing cock, milking him for all he was worth.
With a guttural roar, Mr. Hyun followed her over the edge, his own release flooding her insides in long, hot spurts. He held her close, their bodies still joined as they rode out the aftershocks of their shared climax.
But Mr. Hyun isn't done yet. He guided her to bend down over her desk table. Her face and breasts pressed against the polished wooden desk table.
Papers rustled and scattered across the floor as Mr. Hyun pounded into Chaeyeon's ass with ruthless abandon. Her face pressed against the cool wood of the desk, her breasts squished against the surface, leaving smudges of lipstick and sweat. The sight of her, bent over and taking his cock so willingly, fueled Mr. Hyun's lust.
Mr. Hyun's hands gripped Chaeyeon's hips, holding her in place as he drove his cock into her asshole. Chaeyeon's moans turned to cries of surprise and pleasure as he stretched and filled her inside.
Mr. Hyun's grip tightened on Chaeyeon's hips as he picked up the pace, his thick shaft plundering her tight asshols with brutal efficiency.
"Y-Yes!! Take.. Take me-ahhh!!there! Your cock- ughh!! so good!" Chaeyeon's moans were muffled against the desk.
She pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a desperate eagerness. The desk shook beneath her, threatening to topple over entirely as Mr. Hyun ravaged her asshole. Papers scattered around and pens rolled off to the floor, adding to the chaotic scene unfolding in Chaeyeon's usually organized office.
With a final, savage thrust, Mr. Hyun buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he unleashed a torrent of hot seed deep inside Chaeyeon's ass.
As Mr. Hyun stepped back, his spent cock slipping free with a lewd noise, his cum dribbled down Chaeyeon's trembling thighs, tainting the polished tile floor. She remained bent over the desk, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking.
With a tender gesture, Mr. Hyun reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Chaeyeon's flushed face, his fingers brushing against her heated skin. "Good job for today, miss CEO." Then, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Chaeyeon slowly smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Hyun. As always."
I sit in the back row of class like always, pretending no one talks to me.
I'm the quiet guy, the one who gets good grades, hands in homework on time, never causes trouble. Teachers like me, but kids mostly ignore me. That's fine. I like it that way.
Except for Chaeyeon.
She sits two seats in front of me. She's nice to everyone, but for some reason she's extra nice to me. She'll turn around and ask if I got the notes when I'm zoned out, or share her snacks during break. She smiles at me like I'm actually worth talking to. No one else does that.
But God, her tits.
They're fucking huge. Like, seriously massive. K cup at least, maybe bigger. They strain against her school blouse every single day, buttons looking like they're about to give up. When she leans forward to write, they rest on the desk, soft and heavy.
I can't stop looking. I try to be sneaky about it, glancing when she's not paying attention, but I'm always scared she'll catch me.
At night, when I'm alone in my room, that's all I think about. I lock the door, pull up porn on my phone, but it's never enough. I always end up imagining her. Those massive tits bouncing as she walks down the hall. How soft they'd feel if I could just touch them. I jerk off thinking about sliding my cock between them, how warm and tight it would be, her looking up at me with those kind eyes while I fuck her chest slow at first, then harder.
I cum so fast when I think about that. Every time.
Today in class, she dropped her pencil and bent down to get it. Her blouse pulled tight, and I saw the edge of her bra, white with a little lace. My dick twitched instantly. I had to shift in my seat so no one would notice.
She sat back up and smiled at me like nothing happened.
"You okay?" she whispered. "You look kinda red."
"I'm fine," I mumbled, looking down at my notebook fast.
She giggled softly. "You're always so quiet. It's cute."
Cute. She called me cute.
Lunchtime, she sat next to me again. Most days she eats with her friends, but sometimes she picks me. Today was one of those days.
"I saved you a seat," she said, patting the bench.
Her chest bounced a little when she sat down. I tried not to stare, but fuck, it's impossible. They're right there.
We talked about normal stuff. The upcoming test, some dumb thing the teacher said, her complaining about how her backpack straps dig into her shoulders because it's heavy.
"Yeah, carrying all those books must suck," I said, trying to sound normal.
She laughed. "It's not just the books. Everything's heavy these days."
She adjusted her bra strap under her shirt without thinking, and I nearly died. My mind flashed to helping her with that, my hands on her shoulders, sliding down, cupping those massive tits from behind, feeling how heavy they really are.
But I just sat there like an idiot, eating my sandwich, dick half hard under the table.
She's so nice to me. Talks to me when no one else bothers. Laughs at my dumb jokes. Shares her notes when I miss something.
And all I do is think about fucking her tits.
One day maybe I'll say something. Maybe.
But probably not.
I'm too scared.
She's too nice.
And these thoughts... they're all mine. Dirty little secrets I keep hidden.
It's the day after Christmas break starts, but school stuff doesn't stop.
Chaeyeon texted me last night asking if I wanted to study together at her place. Her parents are out of town visiting family or something, and she said it'd be quiet, just us, no distractions.
I said yes before I even thought about it twice.
Now I'm standing in front of her house. It's a nice house, bigger than mine, quiet neighborhood.
I ring the doorbell and wait, backpack heavy with books but my mind heavier with everything else.
The door opens and there she is, smiling big like always. She's wearing a loose pink sweater and leggings. No school uniform today, so her chest looks even bigger without the blouse trying to hold everything in. The sweater stretches across them, soft fabric hugging the shape.
"Hey! You made it," she says, stepping aside to let me in. "Come on, no one's home. Parents left this morning, won't be back till New Year's. We can study all day if we want."
Just us. All day.
I mumble a hi and step inside, trying not to look down, but I do anyway. Fuck, they're huge.
She leads me to the living room. There's snacks on the coffee table, drinks, notebooks spread out. Big couch, TV off. She sits down and pats the spot next to her.
"I figured we'd start with math since that's the hardest. I made flashcards too."
She's so prepared, so nice. Always thinking ahead.
We start studying. She's close, our knees almost touching. Every time she leans over to point at something in the book, her sweater shifts and I get a better view of how full they are. Soft. Heavy. I can see the outline of her bra under the sweater.
I'm trying to focus on the problems, I really am, but my brain keeps drifting.
This is it. We're alone. No one around. No one to interrupt.
What if?
What if I just... asked? Or more?
No, I can't. She's too nice. She'd hate me.
But what if she didn't?
We take a break after an hour. She gets up to grab more drinks from the kitchen, and I watch her walk away. The sweater rides up a little in the back, leggings tight on her ass, but it's her chest that pulls my eyes when she turns around.
"Want soda or water?" she calls.
"Soda's fine," I say, voice cracking a bit.
She comes back with two cans, hands me one, and sits even closer this time. Our thighs touch now. She doesn't move away.
"You're really good at this stuff," she says, opening her notebook again. "Explain that last problem one more time?"
I lean in to show her, my arm brushing against her chest accidentally. Soft. So fucking soft. Just the side, but it sends a jolt straight to my dick.
She doesn't pull away.
My mind goes blank.
This is the only chance. Ever.
I don't think.
My hand moves on its own.
I grab her left tit, full on, cupping it through the sweater before my brain even catches up.
It's heavy. Warm. Softer than I imagined.
She gasps, freezes.
I freeze too, hand still there, squeezing a little without meaning to.
Then it hits me.
What the fuck did I just do?
I yank my hand back like I touched fire.
"Oh god, Chaeyeon, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—fuck, I'm sorry!"
She's staring at me, eyes wide, mouth open a little. Not moving.
I feel tears coming already. Panic. Shame.
"Please don't hate me," I blurt out, voice shaking. "I just—your chest is so big and I think about it all the time and we're alone and I lost it, I'm so sorry, please don't tell anyone, I'll leave, I'll—"
I'm rambling, standing up, ready to run out the door.
She grabs my wrist before I can move.
"Wait," she says quietly.
I stop, looking at her. Tears in my eyes now, blurry.
She's still sitting, looking up at me. Not mad. Not yelling.
Just... surprised?
"Sit down," she says softly.
I do, legs shaky.
"You... think about my boobs all the time?"
I nod, can't look at her face. Staring at the floor.
"How long?"
"Since... forever. Like, months. Every day."
She doesn't say anything for a second.
I risk a glance. She's biting her lip a little, cheeks pink.
"And you... want to touch them?"
I nod again, throat tight.
More than that.
Way more.
The words come out before I can stop them.
"I think about... putting my dick between them. All the time. When I jerk off. Every night. I'm sorry, I know it's gross, I know you hate me now—"
"I don't hate you."
I look up.
She's looking at me, not smiling, but not angry either.
"You're crying," she says, reaching out and wiping a tear off my cheek with her thumb.
"I'm sorry," I whisper again.
She takes a breath.
"I've noticed you looking. A lot."
I want to die. Real die.
"But... you never said anything. You're always so quiet and sweet."
I don't know what to say.
She shifts a little on the couch, facing me more.
"Do you... really want that? To... use them?"
My heart stops.
I nod slow.
She looks down at her chest, then back at me.
"I've never... done anything like that. With anyone."
"Me neither," I say fast. "I've never even kissed anyone."
She smiles a tiny bit at that.
"You're really worked up about this?"
I grin awkwardly
She thinks for a minute. Long minute.
I sit there, waiting to be kicked out.
"Okay," she says finally.
I blink.
"What?"
"Okay. But... just that. Nothing else today. And you have to promise not to tell anyone. Ever."
I can't believe it.
"Yes, yes, I promise."
She grins little, cheeks redder now.
"I kinda... wondered what it would feel like. If someone wanted mine that bad."
She pulls her sweater up slow, over her head.
Gulp.
Underneath, a simple white bra, struggling to hold everything. Her tits spill out the top, sides, massive and pale.
She reaches behind, unhooks it.
Lets it fall.
They're free now.
Bigger than I dreamed. Heavy, hanging a little, pink nipples big and puffy.
I stare, mouth open. Shit
She laughs softly, nervous.
"Go ahead. Touch them. Properly this time."
My hands shake as I reach out.
Both of them this time.
I cup them, lift a little. Fuck, so heavy. Skin so soft.
She lets out a little breath.
"Warm," you say.
I squeeze gently, thumbs brushing her nipples.
She shifts closer.
My dick is rock hard, straining against my jeans.
She notices, glances down.
"You can... take it out. If you want."
I fumble with my zipper fast, pull it out. It's throbbing, precum already at the tip.
She looks at it, eyes wide.
"It's... nice."
I almost cum just from that.
"Lean back," she says softly, pushing my shoulders a little so I'm against the couch arm.
I do, breathing hard, cock sticking up straight.
She moves in closer, on her knees between my legs now.
She cups her tits from the sides, pushes them together tight.
They're so big, they mash up perfect, a deep cleavage right there.
Then she leans forward, brings them down to my cock.
Slides it right between them.
Oh fuck. Fuck
So warm. So soft.
She presses them harder around me, wrapping my dick completely in her massive tits.
Better than any porn.
She starts moving, slow at first, up and down, her hands holding them tight so it squeezes me just right.
I groan, head back, watching her work.
Her tits jiggle a little with each stroke, heavy and full.
She looks up at me, cheeks flushed, biting her lip.
"Like that?" she asks quietly.
"Yes," I moan. "So good."
She smiles a little, goes faster.
The feeling is unreal. Her skin sliding on me, warm and smooth, the pressure perfect.
She's doing all the work, bobbing her chest up and down, my cock disappearing between them over and over.
Precum slicks it up, making it easier, wetter.
I'm not gonna last long.
Not even close.
"I won't cum on you," I say fast. "I'll pull out—"
"It's okay," she whispers. "If you want. On them."
That does it.
I thrust up a little, but mostly let her keep going.
A few more strokes, and I cum hard.
Ropes of it shoot up, hit her chin a bit, then drip down over her tits, sticky and white.
She keeps moving slow till I'm empty, milking it out.
I shake, groaning loud.
She holds them together a second longer, then lets go slow.
Looks down at the mess on her chest.
"Wow," she says softly. "A lot."
"I'm sorry," I start again.
She shakes her head.
"It's fine. Kinda... hot, actually."
I sit there, spent, dick softening.
She stands up slow, right in front of me, grab tissues from the table, cleans up slow.
"I'm… really wet right now."
Fuck.
I don't say anything. Can't.
Then she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings.
Pushes them down, along with her panties.
Just like that.
They drop to her ankles. She steps out.
She's naked from the waist down.
Her pussy is right there.
Smooth, shaved clean, lips puffy and pink, glistening.
I never imagined it would look this good. This perfect.
A little wet trail on the inside of her thigh.
It's small and neat, clit peeking out a little, lips swollen.
So fucking pretty.
She's just standing there, letting me look.
No hiding. No shyness now.
My mouth goes dry.
"Chaeyeon…"
She smiles soft.
"Thought you should see. Since you've been thinking about me so much."
I stare. Can't stop.
She steps closer, climbs onto the couch, one knee on each side of me.
Straddles my lap.
Her bare pussy brushes my jeans first, then settles right on my cock.
It's already getting hard again fast.
She's warm. Wet. I feel it through the fabric at first, then she reaches down, pulls my soft-but-growing dick out again.
Slides her pussy along it.
Up and down slow.
No penetration. Just sliding.
Her wetness coats me instantly.
Soft lips hugging the top of my shaft, clit rubbing against it.
"Fuck, Chaeyeon…" I groan, hands going to her waist automatic.
I grab her there, fingers digging in a little.
She's so warm. Skin soft.
She rocks her hips slow, grinding on me.
Her tits bounce under the sweater with each move.
I can feel how slick she is. Hear it even, quiet wet sounds.
She leans in, breath on my neck.
"Maybe we can do this," she whispers. "Just this. For now."
I nod fast.
"Yes. Please."
She keeps going, sliding back and forth, pussy lips spread around my cock now.
It's like fucking without being inside.
So hot. So wet.
Her clit bumps the head every time she moves forward.
She lets out little breaths, soft moans.
I hold her waist tighter, help her move.
She doesn't stop me.
We go like that for minutes.
Slow at first, then faster.
Her wetness everywhere now, dripping down.
I'm rock hard again.
She leans back a little, hands on my shoulders, grinding harder.
Her tits jiggle more in front of me.
I want to touch her tits again, but I don't. Not yet. Not without her words.
This is enough.
More than enough.
She starts breathing faster.
"Feels good," she says quiet.
"Yeah," I manage.
She slides faster, clit rubbing right on me.
Her thighs shake a little.
I feel her tense.
Then she gasps, pushes down hard, grinds slow.
Cums.
Quiet, but I feel it.
Her pussy pulses against my cock, more wet.
She shivers, holds onto me.
I'm close too, just from that. From feeling her cum on me.
"Don't stop," I say.
She keeps moving, slower now, riding through it.
A few more slides and I cum again.
Not as much this time, but still shoots up between us, hits her stomach, her pussy.
She doesn't pull away.
Lets it land
We stay like that for a while, her straddling me, my cum sticky between us, her pussy still resting warm and wet against my softening cock.
She's breathing slow now, head on my shoulder, arms loose around my neck. I keep my hands on her waist, thumbs rubbing small circles on her bare skin.
Everything feels unreal. Like if I move too fast it'll all disappear.
She lifts her head after a minute, looks at me close.
"You okay?" she asks soft.
I nod. "Yeah. You?"
She smiles, small and shy again. "Really okay. That felt… good."
Her hips shift a little, just a tiny rock, and I feel myself twitch against her. Already starting to get hard again. Third time today. I didn't think that was possible.
She feels it too, glances down.
"Already?" she laughs quiet.
"So.. sorry" I mumble. "Can't help it."
Her cheeks go pink. She bites her lip, thinking.
I slide my hands down a little, to her hips, then her thighs. Bare. Smooth.
She doesn't stop me.
I'm throbbing now, full hard again fast.
She rocks once more, slow, sliding her wet pussy along me.
We both breathe out.
I can't take it anymore.
My hands tighten on her hips.
I lift her a bit, gentle but firm, and twist us so she's on her back on the couch.
She gasps soft as I push her down, but doesn't fight it.
Her legs spread automatic, knees up.
She's bare now, wet it's shining from sweat. Everything, tits, body, pussy, and it's perfect, everything from her is perfect.
I kneel between her legs, cock sticking straight out, head red and leaking.
She looks up at me, eyes big, breathing fast.
I grab the base, line up.
The head brushes her lips.
She shivers.
"Just the head," I say, voice shaky. "I promise. Just the head."
She nods slow.
"Okay."
I push forward slow.
The tip slides between her lips, spreads them.
Warm.
So fucking warm.
Wet.
Tight.
Just the head pops in.
We both groan.
She's so tight around it. Squeezing already.
Her hands grab my arms.
I hold still, just the head inside, feeling her pulse around me.
"Fuck, Chaeyeon…" I whisper.
She's biting her lip hard, eyes half closed.
"Good?" I ask.
She nods fast.
"Yeah. Really good."
I don't move yet.
Just stay there, feeling it.
Her walls flutter around the tip.
So hot inside.
I wanna push all the way, bury it deep, but I promised.
Just the head.
I pull back slow, almost out, then push the head in again.
Slow.
In and out.
Just that much.
She moans soft each time it pops in.
Her hips lift a little, wanting more. But she doesn't say it.
I keep the pace slow, fucking her with just the head.
Her pussy makes it easy, so slick.
Every time I pull back, her lips cling to me.
When I push in, she takes it easy.
Her tits bounce under with each little thrust.
I lean down, rest on my elbows over her.
Close now.
Face to face.
She wraps her arms around my neck.
I keep moving, slow and shallow.
Just the head.
Over and over.
"You feel so good," I whisper against her mouth.
She kisses me then.
First kiss ever.
Soft. Sweet.
Her tongue touches mine shy. I groan into it. Keep thrusting slow.
She breaks the kiss, breathing hard.
"More," she whispers. "Please."
I freeze. "You sure?"
She nods. "Just… a little more."
I push deeper.
Halfway now.
She gasps loud.
Tight. So fucking tight.
Hot. Wet walls squeeze me.
I pull back, push again. Deeper this time.
Three quarters.
She moans, legs wrapping around my waist. Pulling me.
"Don't stop," she says.
I can't hold back now.
I thrust slow but full.
All the way in.
Bottom out.
She cries out soft.
Buried deep.
Her pussy flutters hard around me.
I hold still again, let her adjust.
"So full," she whispers.
"Yeah."
I start moving. Slow deep thrusts. Out almost all the way, then back in.
She takes every inch easy now, so wet.
Her moans get louder. Hands in my hair.
I kiss her neck, her jaw. Thrust faster.
The couch creaks a little.
Her tits bounce hard. I lean down, suck one nipple.
She arches.
Moans my name. First time hearing it like that.
I fuck her steady. Harder now.
She's close. I feel it. Her pussy tightens. Thighs shake.
She grabs my back. Cums hard. Walls pulse around me.
Squeezing.
Milking.
I can't hold it. I thrust deep one last time.
Cum inside her. Hot. Lots. Filling her.
She holds me tight. We shake together.
I stay inside, breathing hard.
Don't wanna pull out.
Ever.
After a minute, I lift my head. Look at her.
She's smiling soft. Eyes glassy.
"That was… wow," she says quiet.
"Yeah."
I kiss her slow. She kisses back.
I finally pull out gentle.
Cum leaks out of her. On the couch a little. She doesn't care.
counts: ~2,000 words
tags: smut, fluff, newlymarried, missionary, oral
synopsis: Our honeymoon to Okinawa, played on beaches all day. Night in our glass beach house, I made love to my wife for the first time, Shion.
I lie there in the dark hotel room, still in my wrinkled dress shirt, Shion curled against my side in her white silk slip. The wedding party ran until three a.m., everyone drunk and happy, throwing flowers, hugging us like we’d been together forever instead of four crazy months.
She breathes slow and soft against my chest. My arm is numb under her, but I don’t move. We’re married. That still feels unreal.
Morning light slips through the curtains. I wake up first. She’s on her stomach now, hair everywhere, mouth a little open, tiny snoring sound. Cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
I brush a strand off her face. She stirs, blinks, squints at me.
“Morning, husband,” she whispers, voice raspy from all the shouting and laughing last night.
“Morning, wife.”
She stretches, slip riding up her thighs, then flops back down, face in the pillow.
“Everything hurts. My feet are dead. Why did I pick those heels?”
“Because you looked insane in them,” I say, running my hand down her back, just resting it on the curve above her ass. “Everyone kept staring.”
She turns her head, cheeks pink. “You were staring the hardest.”
“Still am.”
She giggles, hides her face again. “We’re really married.”
“Officially.”
Quiet for a second. Then she rolls over, props her chin on my chest, looking up at me with those big dark eyes.
“We didn’t… last night,” she says softly.
“We passed out,” I laugh. “I think I was snoring on your shoulder in the elevator.”
“I liked it,” she smiles.
I play with her hair. “We got time, Shion. Whole honeymoon.”
She bites her lip. “About that… where are we actually going?”
I grin. “You still don’t know?”
“You said it’s a surprise,” she swats my arm lightly.
I pull her closer so she’s half on top of me. “Three nights in that little beach house in Okinawa. Private beach, outdoor tub.”
Her eyes go wide. “The one with the glass wall looking at the ocean?”
“That one.”
She squeals, quiet and sleepy, buries her face in my neck. “I’m gonna cry. That place is stupid expensive.”
“My mom and your dad went half. They kept texting me yesterday going ‘take care of our girl’ like I’m not already whipped.”
She laughs against my skin. “I love them. I love you.”
My heart does that dumb flip thing it’s been doing since the first night we talked till sunrise.
“I love you too,” I say, voice low.
She lifts her head. “So… three nights. Just us.”
“Just us.”
She traces my collarbone with one finger. “We can sleep all day if we want?”
“Or not sleep at all,” I tease.
Her cheeks go redder, but she doesn’t look away. “I’m… nervous,” she admits in a tiny voice.
“Me too,” I say honestly. “But we got forever to figure it out.”
She nods, then leans in, kisses me soft and slow. Morning breath and all, it’s perfect.
When she pulls back, she whispers, “I can’t wait to wake up like this every day.”
“Get used to it, Mrs. Shion.”
She grins huge. “Say it again.”
“Mrs. Shion.”
She kisses me harder this time, little hum in her throat, body pressing closer.
I slide my hand down, cup her ass gently through the silk. She gasps into my mouth, but doesn’t pull away.
“We should shower,” she murmurs. “Plane’s at noon.”
“Or we could be late,” I say against her lips.
She laughs, breathless. “Tempting… but I wanna see that beach house.”
I groan dramatically. “Fine. But tonight then.”
“Tonight,” she promises, eyes shining.
She rolls off me, stretches again, slip riding all the way up this time. She catches me staring and smirks.
“Eyes up here, pervert.”
“Can’t help it. My wife’s hot.”
She throws a pillow at me, laughing, then runs to the bathroom.
I lie there listening to the shower start, heart pounding, grinning like the luckiest bastard alive.
Three hours later.
We barely make the flight.
Shion keeps giggling in the security line because my hand won’t leave her waist.
On the plane she falls asleep on my shoulder twenty minutes after takeoff, mouth open a little, hand tucked into mine. I watch dumb movies and stroke her hair the whole two hours.
Land off in Naha, hot sun, salty air. We rent a tiny white car. Shion insists on driving first, windows down, singing off-key to whatever’s on the radio. Her sundress keeps flying up her thighs every time she shifts gears. I pretend to look at the view but really I’m just looking at her.
We stop at a random beach park. She kicks off her sandals, runs straight into the water screaming how warm it is.
I chase her, phone out, taking a million pictures. She poses like an idiot, hands in heart shapes, splashing me, then jumps on my back, legs wrapped around my waist.
“Carry me, hon.”
I spin her till she squeals.
We buy shaved ice from a truck, mango and passion fruit, dripping everywhere. She licks it off my fingers when it melts on my hand, eyes locked on mine the whole time. My dick twitches in my shorts. She notices, smirks, licks slower.
More driving. She wants to see every little shop. We buy matching stupid hats, keychains, pineapple candy. She tries on bikinis in a tiny store, comes out in a tiny black one, spins showing it for me.
“Too much?” she asks, biting her lip.
“Fuck no. Buy ten.”
She blushes hard but buys that one.
Sun starts dropping. I’m dying to get to the house, cock half hard since morning, but she keeps going “one more stop!” So we hit a night market, eat takoyaki, grilled squid, Orion beer. She feeds me from her chopsticks, wipes sauce off my lip with her thumb, then kisses it clean.
Finally I grab her hand. “Shion. House. Now.”
She laughs soft. “You suffering?”
“Badly.”
“Okay okay, poor baby. Let’s go.”
Last thirty minutes feel like hours. The road turns private, palms everywhere, then the little gate. I punch the code, drive down the path. The house lights up automatic, all glass, ocean right there.
Shion gasps. “Holy shit… it’s perfect.”
I park, kill the engine. She looks at me, eyes huge, breathing fast.
I lean over, kiss her deep, hand sliding up her thigh under the dress.
“Welcome,”
She moans into my mouth, climbs over the console into my lap, dress bunching at her hips.
“Carry me inside?” she whispers.
I open the door, lift her out, her legs lock around me again. She’s already rocking slow against me while I walk us to the door.
Key in, door shuts behind us. Glass walls, moon on the water, bed huge and white in the middle of the room.
I set her down gentle, hands shaking a little.
She steps back, reaches behind her neck, unties the sundress. Lets it drop.
Black bikini bottoms only now.
“Your turn,” she says, voice soft and shaky but smiling.
I pull my shirt off, kick off shorts. We just stare for a second.
Then she walks to me, takes my hand, leads me to the bed.
“Finally,” she breathes, pushing me down, climbing on top.
She straddles me slow, knees sinking into the mattress on both sides of my hips. The black bikini bottoms are the only thing left on her. I can feel the heat of her through the panties, right against my boxers.
Her hands rest on my chest, fingers trembling a little.
“I’m nervous,” she whispers again, same soft voice from this morning.
“Me too,” I say, sliding my palms up her thighs, thumbs brushing the edge of the panties. “We go as slow as you want.”
She nods, leans down, kisses me gentle. Lips, then tongue, then deeper. Little moan in her throat when I kiss back harder.
I roll us so she’s under me, hair fanned out on the white pillow. I kiss her neck, her collarbone, down between her breasts. She arches when I mouth over one nipple through the bikini top, then tug the string loose with my teeth.
Top gone. She gasps when the cool air hits her skin, then gasps again when I close my mouth over her bare nipple, sucking soft.
“Oh… that feels…” She can’t finish, just threads her fingers into my hair.
I take my time, kissing every inch. When I reach the waistband of her bottoms, I look up.
“Can I?”
She nods fast, lifts her hips so I can slide them down. She’s completely bare, smooth, already wet. I groan against her thigh.
“Shion… you’re perfect.”
She covers her face with both hands, laughing shyly. “Don’t stare!”
“Too late.” I kiss the inside of her knee, then higher, slow. “Gonna stare forever.”
When my tongue finally touches her, she jerks, moans loud. I go gentle at first, licking soft, learning what makes her shake. Soon she’s rocking against my mouth, whispering my name over and over, thighs tightening around my head.
I slide one finger inside her, then two, slow. She’s so tight, clenching around me.
“Come for me,” I murmur against her clit.
She does, back arching off the bed, crying out soft and broken. I keep licking gentle until she tugs my hair, pulls me up.
Her eyes are glassy, lips swollen. She reaches down, palms me through my boxers.
“Your turn,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “Tonight’s about you.”
“About us.” She pushes my boxers down, wraps her small hand around me. I hiss. “I want to us feel each other.”
I kiss her deep, settle between her legs. We both freeze when the head of my cock brushes her entrance.
“Look at me,” I say soft.
She does. Big dark eyes locked on mine.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you,” she answers.
I push in slow, just the tip. She winces a little, bites her lip.
“Okay?”
She nods. “Keep going. Please.”
I do, inch by inch, watching her face. When I’m all the way in, we both breathe out like we’ve been holding it forever.
“So full,” she whispers, fingers digging into my back.
I stay still, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
“Move when you’re ready,” I whisper.
After a few seconds she rocks her hips. Tiny movement, but it makes us both moan.
We find a rhythm, slow and deep. She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my ass, pulling me closer.
“Faster,” she breathes.
I give her faster, harder, bed creaking soft under us every time she arches.
Her second orgasm hits sudden, she buries her face in my neck to muffle the cry, whole body shaking.
I follow right after, groaning her name, spilling inside her, arms tight around her like I’ll never let go.
I roll us so she’s on my chest, we stay like that, sweaty, panting, breathing slowing, my cock still half-hard inside her.
She lifts her head, hair messy, cheeks flushed, “I wanna taste you,” she whispers.
I groan. “Shion…”
She slides down my body, kissing my chest, my stomach, slow.
When she reaches my cock, still wet from us, she looks up.
“Tell me if I do it wrong.”
“You can’t do it wrong, baby.”
She licks the tip, tentative, tasting us both. I twitch hard.
Her tongue swirls, then she takes me in, warm and soft.
Just the head first, sucking gentle, hand wrapped around the base.
“Fuck.” I thread fingers in her hair, not pushing, just holding.
She goes deeper, slow, eyes on me the whole time.
Little hum around me when I moan her name.
“Like that… yeah, just like that.”
She finds a rhythm, bobbing soft, tongue pressing under.
Her free hand cups my balls, light squeeze.
I’m already close again. “Shion… gonna come if you keep—”
She doesn’t stop. Sucks harder, cheeks hollow, hand stroking what her mouth can’t reach.
“Shion...—” I warn her once more, voice wrecked. She just hums yes.
I come hard, hips jerking, spilling down her throat.
She swallows, coughs a tiny bit, then licks me clean, proud little smile.
I pull her up fast, kiss her messy and deep, tasting myself on her tongue.
“You’re unreal,” I pant against her lips.
She giggles, curls into my side again.
“Now we’re really married,” she murmurs, sleepy-happy.
I laugh soft, kiss her forehead.
“Yeah. Really married.”
She starts laughing first, soft and happy against my shoulder.
“What?” I smile.
“We’re not virgins anymore,” she giggles.
“Thank for that,” I laugh too.
She kisses me lazy, tongue sleepy.
“Again in the morning?” she asks, voice already drifting.
“And the afternoon,” I say, “And the night. Whole week.”
She hums, content, fingers drawing little hearts on my skin, falls asleep on me, smiling.
