After years of waiting. I finally got around to it!
This is from my very first story in Jan 2017 up to now.
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a/n: happy Tone day as of this post, and yeah, we're back to tripleS fics! I started writing this months ago, and I only decided to finish and post it now 'cause I couldn't get myself to write a whole new chapter. it's just a quickie, but I hope you enjoy it!
It’s Saturday. The hands of the clock on the wall just struck 12:00 midnight. Aside from the ticks of the clock coming off as louder in his ears, he can feel the toes of his beloved, fidgeting a little more beside him than usual. In the past eleven or so minutes, even this minuscule and ticklish disquietude from his girlfriend blocks him from keeping his eyes shut amidst the dim light of the bedside lamp on the nightstand.
He knows he can’t just lie there without doing anything to tend to whatever she may need or whatever she may want to rant about, as both have happened before. To his right, Myungsoo inches closer behind Kotone, gently reaching her palm so he can caress it. “Hey, babe… Can’t sleep?”
Filling up the uncomfortable silence with his concern, she rolls her body around to face him, wiggling swiftly to close their distance. It’s as if she’s been longing for his embrace longer than he expected. “Mmmm…” she groans. “I almost did. I didn’t stretch enough today… But maybe taking another cup of tea didn’t help me either, so that wasn’t fun… And don’t get me started on our company dinner… Just right when I’m still on a diet!”
With a chuckle, Myungsoo pulls his beloved into his arms and kisses her forehead three times in rapid succession. The calming scent of her bedtime perfume even eases him as he tries to soothe her, it makes him want to hug her just a little tighter. “Gwenchanayo, Tone-chan.” The woman wraps her arms around him. “I’m sure you can take tonight as a little cheat night, or something like a cheat day but at night. Is there a term for that?”
Giggling with reassurance, she finds endearment in his optimistic yet awkwardly delivered spin on her situation. “I’m sure that term is fine… Some call it that.”
“Oh, right,” the man mumbles, chuckling again, before he caresses her hair to the side. While he tries to alleviate her worry, he hopes to let out his own with her, before it also consumes him. “And uhh, I’m sorry, too, babe... You didn’t have to come here tonight.”
“Oppa… You have nothing to apologize for, especially when I made that choice,” Kotone whines, nuzzling into his chest before leveling his eyes. “I rarely get to spend time these days, and you made the effort to stay at my place for the last three because I was busy.”
He reaches his left hand above her head, slowly fixing her hair. Myungsoo sees her point, although he can’t help but feel more for Kotone’s struggle to get a good sleep, considering the effort she made just to be here. “I just thought maybe you could have gotten a better sleep if I didn't have to make you take another train ride to spend a—”
Unable to hold in her wide, closed smile, Kotone inches her lips and closes her eyes, crashing them onto him to shut down his misgiving with her more tender gesture of appreciation. The gratitude of being in his arms in a midnight as simple as this one. Kotone knew exactly what he was going to say—but contrary to his concern, she has never felt more at home, especially her own beloved’s, probably more than her own.
After a few seconds of listening to each other’s lips smacking each other and whiffing a scent of the same toothpaste on each other’s mouths, they part as Kotone takes a good look at him. “Don't worry about anything, oppa…” Her fingers reach under the hem of his shirt. “Nowadays, I'd rather lose a night with you…than keep sleeping on my own.”
Hair on his skin begins to stand up. “But, umm,” she continues, the same hand moving down onto his bulge to check on his flaccid manhood—slowly inflating within seconds. “Considering how we're still both insomniacs right now, tell me what would you like.”
Despite feeling a little flustered, intrigue forms with Myungsoo’s smile. “Tell you what?”
“Your ideal birthday to be,” she completed her sudden request. That just threw him off, making him a little more awake than ever. The two have celebrated years of each other’s birthdays, but this is the first year they’ll be doing it as a couple. At least with Myungsoo, Kotone’s gotta make him feel that it’ll be a memorable milestone if she makes it a reality.
As of now, he had almost forgotten. It’s about to take place in the next two weeks, yet they’ve barely talked about it since the first week of the month. Not that he wants or expects either of them to. “Are you going to act like an event planner for me, too?”
“Yah…” she shakes her head. “Don’t get too many ideas, it just came into my mind.” Perhaps, if their appetites are still full to help them with sleep, it would be having a couple of “foods for thought” that will help them feel entertained around this hour, slowly bringing out another form of appetite from their bodies. Heat is building up.
He raises his right hand as he scratches his hair, still figuring out how to answer. “Well, umm, I don’t want to be the party pooper, but I thought you'd want it to be a surprise?”
“It still is…” She can feel her cheeks warming up. “Just, ummm, curious, that’s all.”
His right eyebrow raises, his lower teeth sinking into his upper lips. “How curious?”
Out of nowhere, she takes his hand out of her own and places it under her right breast, with him just realizing she had unbuttoned her pajama. Staring deeply into his eyes, she doesn’t answer his question. Perhaps it is just a daring hint she’s willing to give him. His eyes widened, loss for words. “Tone-chan…” And yet, his confounded tone is telling. He doesn’t want to say no, because there’s no reason for him to, he simply thinks he would be unprepared for what may come next since midnight has passed, considering they no longer have activities waiting for them outside the room.
Nevertheless, the woman is already into what she’s hoping he’d do for her, and she’s not gonna stop now. “Just, ugghhh, answer it while you, uhh, keep massaging me, hmmm?” He keeps his fingers spread open and his palm latched on her soft, round mound like a facehugger. She starts moving it in a smooth rhythm, using her partner’s hand as a tool so he can make a circular and clockwise motion on her knocker from Myungsoo’s view, until she lets out a titter, no longer able to suppress this pleasure she’s leading him on.
He does what he's told. “Okay?” he chuckles, making his hands do the deed while his still active brain tries to come up with any idea as she muffles her moans. “It can play out in many ways, depending on the situation. Some are more possible than others—”
“Aniya, aniya,” she interrupts him. “Just spill whatever comes to mind first, okay?”
He chuckles at her immediate retort, encouraging him to speak while he continues to knead her right tit. “If it's the usual one, then I’d expect three simple celebrations.”
“Three, huh?” Curiosity dominates her train of thought, despite keeping herself guarded from any answers that would disappoint her because of her much wilder imaginations.
He had to clarify, of course, not wanting to turn her off as he salivates over her tits. “Of course, the first one would be with my family, the second with my friends. The third…”
“Mmm-hmm…” Kotone licks her upper lip. Once again, she reaches out to his cock from without looking, feeling it hardening more at her second, more aggressive touch. “What is it, oppa?”
“It would be just the two of us, and uhhh…” He giggles, a little out of embarrassment, but he knows it’ll lead them in the right direction, and a better mood for his moment.
She mirrors his reaction out of adoration, awaiting his next words. “Go on…”
“I’m imagining it’ll be something more like this…” He slides his left hand on the soft and smooth mattress to reach her left breast, making Kotone gasp in surprise and exert a bit more of her weight on the bed while he finally has grasped on both of her breasts.
“Heh, heh…” She’s tempted to get up and straddle him, but now, she’d rather let him take control of this moment. Keep things chill. “Hmm… Do you mind expanding it?”
He entertains her curiosity, going along as his right fingers make their way down on her, moving them through the fabric of her pajamas. On the very spot of where her cunt is. In her cunt, his two fingers manage to make their way on her clit and even through the veil, he was able to incite a sudden moan from Kotone, affirming that he has reached her clit.
“I bet you’d want to do more…” She gives his bulge a tighter squeeze, teasing him more in hopes of getting him to get even and feel something, like she is now.
“Fuck…” The man groans with restrained stimulation. “You have no idea, Tone-chan.”
“Just you wait, oppa…” Kotone slowly moves her hand around his now exposed cock.
With his patience finally hanging on its last thread, it’s time for him to turn the tables. “I know it won't be until next year, Tone-yah. But, how about you?” He kisses her nose tip. “What's your ideal birthday?”
“I’d like it to start at midnight,” she whimpers. The gift she received from him was already special, but this treatment is new. “Exacttliiihhh… Like this… Auuuugh…”
“Go on…” He encourages her, sliding down her own pajamas with her quick assistance. With less words leaving her mouth, her seductive movements were enough indicators for him. “You’re getting somewhere here.”
“For once… I, uhh, I'd really…” She bites her lip. “Want you… To fuck me in the ass.”
Slowly, he pulls his boxers down into the level of his hips, enough to finally unleash his member, the cock Kotone has been missing in the past few days. She follows suit as she turns to the opposite side and slowly bends, exposing her bottom in front of him, while also raising her right leg, which he carries without the need for instruction. Regardless of temptation, his target is not in her ass, like they’ve both considered and entertained, but there’s no doubt this one will still be in one of their favorite quick positions to date.
He snickers. “I’ll, uhh, consider it next time, babe…” He knows they’ll definitely have to practice, or simply not surprise her into doing it. “I’m sure it won’t be an easy one.”
“Then would you mind if we do a little test run now?” she asks, stretching her butt more.
Her question alone stiffens his already hard manhood. She gets to maintain the balance of their level of influence at this moment, more in her favor as he’s left stunned. “Huh?”
“Between my legs, oppa,” she giggles, stroking his knee till her palm reaches his thighs. “I know you wanna try it, too.” She’s planted a seed of temptation into the more primal section of his brain.
Giving into his curiosity, he does what she asks, sliding his erect cock between her legs. Starting a series of slow and continuous movement in and out of her thighs, Myungsoo breathes into her right ear while still massaging her right breast. “You like that, babe?”
Her breath hitches, triggering her chuckle while she feels both his hand on her breast and his precum on her legs. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah…” Of course, her excitement has made another idea spring out of her mind. “But on second thought, I, uh, want you to aim a little higher first.”
He slowly closes his eyes, slowly getting into the rhythm of their smooth motion. “Oedi?”
“I mean between my butt cheeks,” she clarifies, unable to hold in her lustful amusement. “Your cock, do that movement between my bum, hmm?”
He stops his movement, but his manhood remains rock hard. Meanwhile, his brain tries to figure out how exactly it can work. “Oh… Are you sure?” A little puzzle he has to solve without making Kotone lose any of her steaming enthusiasm within a minute.
“Mmm-hmm…” Albeit still driven by lust, her trust in his capability remains the same. It’s not the first time they tried to experiment positions outside the missionary, so the man doesn’t waste any more time and sticks in his standing cock on the widened gap between her butt before using his hand to tighten it. So far, so good, he breathes in.
The feeling isn’t necessarily new to him, but it’s distinct from sliding between her thighs and more similar to her tight and humid slit. Kind of a mix between the two, if he has to explain it in better terms. The visual strikes more like a thick hotdog sliding between its namesake bun, just a little stickier as that their lower bodies are exposed and in contact.
“Augh,” the woman squirms a little louder, breaking through her lips. “Mmmggghhh…”
“How…” Regaining his speed with his hips, he starts to thrust again. “—is it now, babe?”
Her body slowly bends into an S shape, giving Myungsoo a better means of moving his cock more. “You tell me… Oppa… I can’t believe something as simple as this is good…”
Holding onto his grin, Myungsoo gives her compressed right cheek a squeeze, making her squeal while feeling the tightness on her bottom. “Nado,” he chuckles.
She bites her lower lip, closing her eyes once more to feel the smoothness of his standing member on her rear end. “Mmgh… How crazy it would be once it’s the real thing, right?”
“As much as the idea tempts me… This is, augh, fuck! This is more than enough!”
He speeds up his movement between her ass crack, keeping three of his fingers on her drooling slit as he makes counterclockwise motions on her. Having found a variation to fucking outside her cunt, the surge of pride within Myungsoo prompts him to multitask moving his fingers and cock on her vulva and through her crack, respectively, with some efficiency and rhythm, leaving his moaning girlfriend just as, if not a little more ecstatic.
“Put it in now, oppa…” Her moans accumulate into a loud whisper, feeling her own stimulation level up within only a couple of minutes. “My p—pussy, oppa… Jebal!”
The hurry in his partner’s voice makes Myungsoo treat her plea as a command, taking his fingers out of her clit and plunging his now lubed up cock inside her entrance. His hand now grasps under her right leg, slowly raising it while he enters her chamber. For now, they know nothing has reached the level of fucking the usual way, regardless of the position they’re in. Nothing beats this classic, the thought simmers out of his brain while keeping his momentum in this tightening hole he’s more familiar with.
Traversing through her chambers with his slow thrusts, inch by inch, Myungoo plants licks on Kotone’s neck at the same moment his right hand keeps her leg raised mid-air. At the same moment, the woman lunges her lips on his from behind. The man transfers his right hand to cup his partner’s chin, with his thumb sticking on her lower lips at the second their tongues duel for dominance. The man increases his speed as his arms hold around hers like seatbelts, allowing him to pound her pussy backwards and sideways as they fuck on his bed. Kotone begins to twerk against his pounding manhood, giving him the necessary, complementary, and stimulating force that he needs to heighten his pace.
“You have…” she huffs hoarsely, making an effort to speak to him with her palm now gripping onto his head. “No… Idea… How much—”
“I missed this?” He interjects her thoughts, sharing his own heat with hers while their pleasure keeps building up on their respective bodies. Allowing her leg to hover in the air like a cool and graceful ballerina amidst this raging lust-fueled bed, his hand slides down to her cheek for a second time. A second, tighter and longer squeeze. “Me–too!”
“Yes!” she exclaims, as if she just came earlier than he expected, which she has before this current build-up. Neighbor complaints be damned, Myungsoo knows, at least he hopes that there’s gonna be a lot more of this every weekend, day and night, with his beloved, whenever weekdays feel more swamped. “Don’t—nggiiiih—sto—opp--auh!”
“Immaaaaaauugghh c-clooooose, Tone-cha—!” he huffs, letting his hips maintain their thrusts while his eyes begin to roll to the back of his head. Through instinct, he plants his upper lip on her skin and proceeds to sucks on her shoulder along with his lower.
“Doooon't-uh puuuuull out!” she begs him, slowly arching her neck backwards from the climax she’s now moaning to. “Do--it… iiiiiin—side!”
He’s just as close, feeling his mind like a hamster inside a hamster wheel the longer his burning body takes control. And the more the pressure in his cock pulsates with his cum sipping through his tip, accumulating to a pressure he can barely hold on. For a second, his logic tries to warn the woman, having been acquainted with her cycles in the past few weeks since they got freakier. “But, Tone—”
“Pill… In—augh—morning!” She begins drooling from her mouth and stuck-out tongue, which Myungsoo takes advantage of, plunging his fingers on it to muffle her moans into carnally triggered laughter before closing her lips, tasting him and a little bit of herself. “Just, p–please, oppa!”
Giving three more thrusts and moaning deep into her trapezius, hot cum erupts out of Myungsoo’s cock, flooding Kotone’s womb. Both their legs shiver next to each other in the following seconds, taking their time to recover at the sound of their own breathing.
She turns around to face him again, still catching her breath. Addicted by her taste, Myungsoo immediately leans down to lick the sweat off of her neck and collarbone, before lunging in to kiss her tenderly. They couldn’t get enough of each other’s lips.
“Again,” she heaves with a grin, her hand holding onto his hips to keep him closer. Her hot breath not only makes his hair stand up, but also keeps his cock hardened like it’s a sleeper agent. Myungsoo realizes there’s still one more bar left in her system to keep on going. Much to his own relief, so does he.
“Gyoi…” he mumbles through her ear, widening her smile. His Japanese has improved, she realizes. With his boosted confidence, the man reinserts his cock inside his beloved's cunt with more ease and less friction thanks to their puddle of juices, making her tilt her head upwards and exhale a longer squeal out of excitement at this follow-up.
Mirroring her attempts earlier, Kotone raises her left leg higher for four seconds until it dangles on his right hip, an inverse from last time. Recalling their little chat, she doesn’t want to miss more opportunities to stretch, even as brief yet just as exciting as this, with the very man that’s driven her crazy for years, and vice-versa.
Thrusting and grinding harder with all their might, Myungsoo and Kotone are able to maintain the same strength and rhythm within half a minute until the squeaking bed can be somewhat heard from their ears, only to still be deafened by the cacophony of each other’s moans and smacking skins. There’s no holding back. Every trace of vigor and lust, they’re letting it all out of their systems till their burning lusts have drained.
Within two minutes, their moans and cries become the signal to their second climax, growing and rising in pitch just before their lips find solace in each other. As soon as their moans weaken through their kiss, Myungsoo gives one slow thrust and bursts in for a second time. Completely lightheaded, just as they intended. Their vision begins to dim slowly right after, darker than the lamp beside the bed. Despite this state, they can still hear each other’s heartbeats in the midst of their thoughts becoming scrambled and clouded by several minutes of overexertion, now both their heart and mind are begging their anchored bodies to finally do one thing, now that their worries have been burned and snuffed out by the flames of their midnight lovemaking.
Breathing heavily, Myungsoo musters enough effort to fix her hair and leave one kiss on her forehead, followed by one more on her lips. “I love you, Kotone-chan…”
Giggling through her breath, Kotone’s arms remain wrapped around his shoulders, pulling herself to keep her head on his. “I love you too, Myungsoo-oppa… Always.”
As their senses are sedated thanks to their exhaustion, the couple close their eyes with ease. Wrapped under the comforter, they’re already too weak to pull up their undergarments and pajamas, but at least they’re able to delve into their dreams, snoozing in the next seven hours and hearing the symphony of each other’s warm and calmer breaths, within each other's arms.
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that's that. it's meant to be short and not plot-driven. that's why I didn't put the whole series title here, unlike with the He, She & Her, since with this one, you can just read it as a standalone quickie if you want. I won't stop writing non-tripleS fics, but I want to get back on track, especially with my series ones, so expect it in a few to several weeks, depending on my free time lol. anyway, that's all I can say for now. thank you so much for the read and till next time! take care, y'all! |˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞ
a/n: this may or may not have been written because her birthday was weeks ago, but I just decided to finally write a fic for soda. I know lots have already been written here, and well-deserved 'cause they're bangers and she's such an underrated gem in general, but this one is just a short read. hope you enjoy!
Aside from moments of peer pressure during certain occasions, you never loved alcohol. You owed it to your grandfather who indirectly warned you through his fatal habits. The sight of it alone near you made you quiver. Maybe you’re simply a wuss or your instincts were just telling you they're bad news. You’re glad this night has led you to a café, as if it was anything new, rather than bars or clubs where your closest colleagues often headed.
Unlike them, you weren’t interested in rushing into things. You wanted to “slow down,” not dance and sleep around with strangers. Not even the more digital aspect of dating culture, which your own “MZ generation” had propagated, was something you could catch up on for so long.
Maybe you were just that overromantic for hook-up culture.
Besides, the magic of caffeine often prevents you from closing your eyes until you have gotten a task done. Your peers and relatives called it an addiction in the making, but it felt more like something in between a vice and a blessing. Caffeine helped you get the highest promotions and best pay you never thought or considered was ever possible to attain within five years, yet it also made you lose days and nights of sleep, among other personal things that you tried to hold together amidst the pace of your professional life.
You tried to brush your missteps and missed chances, believing most of your sacrifices, intentional or not, have been worth it. That was until you met her tonight, turning your back as your eyes met her in line after you finished paying for your order on the kiosk. She was in a classy dark blue jacket over her long sleeve shirt, and a knee length office skirt, making you assume she also left work, much like you had, at the start of this year.
“Jamsimanyo… Jeong Jinho-ssi?” You would have never expected your name to be called by someone outside of either work or family gatherings. “Did I get your name right?” But it just sounded good to hear from this person, whom you haven’t seen in more than five years. Her mesmerizing eyes, her approachable cadence. You couldn’t forget all her striking traits. Quite a sight for sore eyes.
If it was anyone else, you probably would’ve stuttered or prolonged one ecstatic holler to hide the fact that you’ve forgotten their name. And yet, your mind felt a spark that made you mutter her name without a sense of hesitation of getting it wrong. “Seo Dahyun-ssi.” Hearing her name from your mouth brought a wider smile forming on her lips.
Dahyun was just an old classmate of yours back in university. You had a couple of group projects together, but that was it. Everything else you know about the woman came from sprinkles scattered by your friends. She’s about a year younger than you, and was mostly active with the singers’ club while also spending time with her own clique of friends. You even heard that she was using the campus gym to work out outside classes or spar with her acquainted athletes. Whatever that meant, you didn't bother to know. Overall, you remembered her as this kind, smart, pretty, and approachable woman, without a doubt, but you knew you weren’t the only one with that observation about her. The only reason you didn’t consider asking her out was because your heart was beating, aching even, for someone else. You looked back at where that got you back then, but you shook your head.
Like any other chance encounter or small reunion you’ve had with an old acquaintance. The funny thing was, something made you share the same table. You didn’t know much about her before this meeting. She was a junior H.R. manager, immediately giving you an idea of her capability, her mastery to make someone feel comfortable by being attentive to your words. You expected your interaction to be somewhat forced for reunion’s sake. However, by the end of the night, she was just being herself since you first shared some snippets of your whereabouts after entering the world of adulting.
Throughout the rest of the night, it still surprised you until now how you managed to hit it off. From what seemed like an interview of subjects tackling how you had been or what you’re up to, things smoothened into a warm and close series of conversations outside of work. You laughed when either of you made a joke, you opened up when something’s relevant. She had her birthday last week, while you got a promotion.
“Oh, really?” Your eyes lit up, a welcoming surge of interest and a pinch of enthusiasm struck you. “Saengil chukhahaeyo!”
“Gomawoyo,” she gave a subtle bow while letting out a giggly chuckle before taking a sip of her large glass of colorful fruit soda. An interesting drink for winter, but you assumed it tasted good. Either she made it look good, or you’re just that easy to find an attractive trait in a person.
“It must've been nice, then…” Your platter of salad was already empty, but so was your stomach. “You got to celebrate two times this month.” So was Dahyun’s plate of pasta, and it seemed like she was still holding onto her fork, reaching where food used to be.
“That would’ve been the case, but I didn’t get to spend New Year’s,” she admitted with a sigh before shrugging her shoulders. “But hey, we have seollal for next month… That's a three-day guaranteed break, right?”
You felt the sense of comfort in her optimism, your nape also felt an itch. “That’s true…” You slowly scratched it following where her gaze was going back and forth. “But, umm, I think they still have a couple of slices of cake available. Do you want to have some?”
She began waving her hands out of politely declining you, even though you noticed her stealing glances at the pastry counter for minutes now. You thought she was cute, but some slight guilt made you realize her appetite was far from fulfilled. “Ahhhh, aniyo, Jinho-ssi! Gwenchana—” Even though her first reaction was denial.
“Please, it's okay,” you assure her with a softer delivery after standing from your seat. “It’s the least I can do, Dahyun-ssi…”
The woman composed herself, realizing you were right. “Well, umm… Now that you’ve suggested it, sure, I’d like one…” Leaving your belongings strapped to your chairs, she accompanied you to the counter. “But you better get one for yourself, too,” she added. She didn’t want to be treated like some royalty or a sunbae always being treated by her hoobaes because they needed to gain points from her after simply helping out with their recruitment. After all, she already had enough of those at work.
“Oh, I’m way ahead of you,” you chuckled, unabashed about your ‘foodaholic’ habit. “I, uhh, I’m just feeling bad I didn’t notice you wanted to order something, but I rambl—”
“Don’t be!” Her tone almost sharpened, showing an ounce of guilt she had also been hiding for hours now. “I’m the one who kept on yapping while you had to listen. I mean, it must’ve taken you longer to finish your plate ‘cause we were talking the whole time.”
You almost didn’t notice you both were in the same situation. You didn’t keep each other as hostages. This wasn’t some inescapable pit you got stuck on. You who just had a long series of unfiltered and welcoming talks, plain and simple. Her response only made you smile, exhaling through your nose in amusement, before telling her, “Honestly, I didn’t mind it, so no worries.”
“Oh,” she was caught off-guard by your nonchalance, her frantic self slowly subsiding. “Me neither…” With your attention immediately darting back to the counter, her smile slowly overtook her frown, with her hands behind her back, as soon as you chose your slice of cake. You had a basic coffee cake, while she had cookies and cream.
Tonight, you might as well have called it a date since you ate and drank on the same table, but you weren’t gonna get ahead of yourself. You did your best balancing your gaze between your environment and her eyes, but you couldn't help but keep going back to steal a glance at her. Luckily for you, she couldn’t take her attention away from you either. Neither of you looked at your phones. She was comfortable enough to open up about how she missed some of her friends who are now abroad and how she missed performing on campus, and so you did the same, sprinkling your own sentiments and hopeful assurances with open ears.
From her point of view, it seemed like tonight turned the tables, how she was the one being listened to. Eventually, you’ve reached the part where you confided in each other’s way of dealing with looming loneliness as people who rarely found the time to commit to anything for so long, how that feeling never truly went away unless you slaved away to your work or as simple as finding companionship with colleagues you can trust.
Of course, the clock had reached twelve-thirty. When it came to your orders, you’ve both had your fill. At the same time, the manager informed you she was closing. However, Dahyun couldn’t bring herself to tell you she was going home, nor could you leave her side. You could only feel thankful there was no sense of discomfort between you. Even the chilly breeze was complementary to the warmth slowly boiling within your bodies, followed by the bubbles of enticement that kept you within a two to four feet of distance.
Her home was three train stations away, but somehow the cold itch in your throat made you push you into inviting her into your place. Unbeknownst to her, asking the question itself made you shiver from your spine into the rest of your body, awaiting her answer like she was a superior, or more appropriately, an H.R. manager that she is, you were reporting to. Hearing you audibly clear your throat, Dahyun let out a soft chuckle. Flattery or mockery would be your initial interpretation, but her smile proved you wrong. With her smile and simple answer, she found your invitation appreciative. “Sure…” Your eyes widened, making you realize you weren’t the only one feeling something more between you two. It wasn’t a tone of “Sure, what the hell, why not?”, rather it was more out of anticipation and curiosity towards your sudden invitation.
You reached your apartment after a seven-minute commute. You tried to make her feel at home, even though you’ve already tidied up the place thanks to your recent habit, by offering her an unopened bottle from your shelf. But she got up from the couch and walked to you next to the kitchen counter, inciting a gulp from your throat, followed by a shiver speeding down your spine. Being paralyzed by her beauty approaching, you stood in place until you’re only two feet away from each other, as she started to ask you of your intentions in a coquettish cadence. “I thought you didn’t like to drink…”
You weren’t nervous, but you were bracing yourself for the possibility of a rejection, even in your own apartment. “I don’t, but I wouldn’t mind if it’s with a guest…”
“Really?” she lightened up, taking another step closer. She’s breathtaking, he thought. “And how often do you bring guests here?”
“Not that often… I’m not that kind of a guy,” you played it cool, pledging with a hand.
Dahyun shook her head with a flustered grin. “I’m not saying you are… Just… curious.”
“Well… It's just a suggestion. Only if you’d like to,” you added. “It was chilly outside, so why not just make the mood of the place feel a little warmer and cozier, you know?”
“That’s sweet…” Only inches away from you, she leaned her face closer to yours. The scent of her meal and drink emanated from her hot breath, but her perfume started lingering on your nostrils. Your scents began to act like magnets, pulling you more. Dahyun tilted her head. “But… Who says this isn’t already warm and cozy for me?”
How could you decline such advances? Even if you could, why would you? You could only mumble out “You tell me…” as her eyes leveled with yours. Letting out a heavy breath, Dahyun let out a sultry chuckle before your lips clashed against each other, embracing the build-up of hormones from the root of your attraction throughout the whole night. Thank goodness you didn’t reach into the overhead cabinet in time.
In the next ten minutes, you locked lips with each other to taste your own drinks and desserts. Prior to your later celebratory cakes, you drank caramel macchiato with a side of their best seller salad, while she had a large fruit soda with a plate of spicy alfredo pasta with a small bag of potato chips, peculiar yet refreshing orders that sparked your interest towards her, which was another interest you only considered back in the day, when you didn’t have to think about filing reports and evaluating dozens of presentations almost every week. The accumulation of your palates was intoxicating, it would be ridiculous to compare it to making out to the taste of alcohol, yet that’s where your mind went. Under the pale moonlight, you only had one goal, and that was to make her feel good with everything you’ve got. Tonight, you didn’t feel like downing a whole large cup of coffee was even a burden for you.
As you made out longer, you began unbuttoning each other, dropping and tossing each layer of cloth you had on the floor like a mix until you finally arrived at your room. You had nothing but your averagely fit triangle torso along with your cock already bulging through your grey underwear, while she flaunted her striking red bra and office skirt, leaving your mouth drooling as you breathed and stared at her with libidinal delight. She chuckled at your stunned state, but her appreciation gave her the initiative to cup your face and latch onto your lips once again for as long as your breaths could handle the absence of air while dancing through the waves of saliva. In your closed eyes, you felt her mounds colliding with your chest, while hands slid down to her curves, from her waist, down to her hips, until you reached one of the plumpest things you’ve ever touched, that being both her ass cheeks. A slow, satisfying squeeze made Dahyun break your kiss to gasp with a chuckle. “You’re bad, aren’t you?” she teased with alluring eyes.
“Mianhaeyo… I couldn’t help—” you tried to tell her, just before she pulled you back in.
You wanted to keep kissing her while feeling her curves, but you've already explored almost every corner of her delicate skin, from her lips down to her collarbone, having already done five reps while you heard her moans of praise. Taking things to the next step, you broke your steamy session and made her sit down on the edge of your bed. “I can’t let the guest feel disappointed,” you whispered, deepening your voice as your breath made Dahyun bite her lower lip with carnal anticipation, burning faster and stronger. “I hope not,” the woman shot back, giving her the moment to unbutton her skirt, letting it fall on the floor and her red panties with it, a little tease for you to get hard at. You leaned down and knelt closer between her legs, feeling its silky smoothness in your palms while they slid down from her thighs to her knees. The woman heaved a gravelly giggle.
Adjusting your knees, you began your performance for Dahyun, digging your slightly opened mouth on her moist cunt. Much like the lips on her mouth, they are just as scrumptious and appetizing to lock your lips and play your tongue with. You rarely touch sweets for the sake of your own sugar levels, but if this was one way for you to taste a sweet and tangy substitute to honey or maple, then you certainly wouldn’t mind eating her out if she pleases. In addition to your lips and tongue, even added three of your fingers, deploying them into her clit, inner labia, and entrance as they rubbed on, triggering a long, ethereal gasp from Dahyun while she could feel her trimmed forest getting moistened by your tongue.
“Auuuuummmgggghhh… Baby, fuck!” Her hands around your shoulders crawled to your neck, tightening her grip on you, not just from her hands but her legs between you. The caffeine flowing through your veins kept your hands and mouth moving, sloppily kissing and fingering her vulva at an increasing pace, faster than you would move with a calculator or your keyboard. Until she or her body begged you to stop, you didn’t, challenging yourself to heightened her growing layers of stimulation while simply enjoying the fact that you’re eating her out. Dahyun’s moans leveled with the pleasure she was receiving from your mouth, and having lost your sense in time, you didn’t catch her squirting to the tune of her orgasm. Her juices gushed right in front of your face, most latching onto your chin and lower cheek.
You rested right next to her, mirroring the rhythm of her much heavier breath. “How’d I do, Dahyun-ie?” you mumbled in a somewhat proud and satisfied tone, although in your defense, it was not easy getting good at something you had rarely done as a single soul. Her recuperating breath already told you her instinctive feedback to your performance, but you’re one who always asks a little further just to be sure of something, of anything.
“Just call me Soda,” she corrected you. “And you’re really, really good, but…” She held onto your shoulder, giving light a few taps before leaning into your ear and whispering, “It’s the guest’s turn to make the host feel at home, don’t you think?” Feeling a surge of shivers on your spine, her hand was already stroking your hardening cock, but it was time she finally got up from the bed and slid down to meet it, kneeling on the carpeted floor. Seeing your cock only inches away from her lips made her titter while biting her lower lip. “Hello…” she purred, wrapping her palm around your stick like a carrot and giving it a slow, tight squeeze that made you squirm with glee. It was just her test run.
Your neck slowly arched backwards, listening as your kisses on your shaft slowly grew into licks and slurps. Her soft, plump lips started on your balls, which you’ve recently shaved last month because of some trend you’ve been following for years now. “Fuck, Soda-yah… That’s… So… Refreshingggghhh… Oh, God…” Your legs started shaking at the sensation of her tongue and lips on your manhood, making sure she had most of it coated in her saliva. Within a couple of minutes, she took her time while your toes were anchored on the carpet below. You were about to look down to steal a glance at Dahyun, only to feel an electrifying rush of pleasure flowing from your manhood throughout the rest of your body. Inching closer, she started taking you in her mouth, with you feeling her soft and moist hole clenching and loosening until your tip has reached her throat. Worry began to crawl up to you, but you heard little to no discomfort from her mouth. Every ounce of doubt you had begun to drop the second she started bobbing up and down, producing a melodic slurping sound that grew with every second. From your perspective, you just reached the chorus of her performance, the first of the night.
Dahyun’s rapid and nonstop bobbing like a popsicle stick made you howl and growl from the top of your longs, but the uppermost limit of your vigor finally let you free, bursting your semen straight into her face. Within only five minutes, this Soda made you pop. While wiping splotches of semen off of her face, her smile didn’t fade, much like your cock stayed erected for her. It was a bit of a disappointment for you, however, believing your endurance had worn thin. Maybe the caffeine in your system made you a little more jittery than usual. Maybe you needed a little more practice, considering your last relationship or last encounter with anyone, which was quite a while ago. Whatever the case is, you couldn’t blame her for sucking you that fast. She’s just that good, even that phrase itself is an understatement.
“I’m sorry if I was too quick,” you groaned weakly. “Fuck, you’re really a pro at this.”
“Really?” She raised her eyebrows and giggled with appreciation at your rapid nods. “Gomawoyo… But, umm, don’t worry, Jinho-ssi...” She started to pepper kisses on your sweaty cheeks while he respired with his simmering bliss. “I did that on purpose.”
“You did what on purpose?” You scratched your shaggy hair, clawing through it. Your brain was still quite dense and foggy after her exemplary service. She caressed your hair.
“I sped it up more than I usually do,” she heaved with a proud, much wider grin.
“Really?” you cackled in disbelief, letting a wave of relief wash over your stained pride. Your male ego wasn’t damaged as you thought it would be, like it even mattered. After all, you just wanted a good time together.
“Mmm-hmm…” She nodded, crawling closer to your face. Her fingers fiddled around your tip. “Still… As much as I loved playing with this fella…” Unable to control your primal excitement, you felt it standing up within seconds just as she suggested to you, “I believe it’s time it goes into another hole.”
You nodded at her with a quick grunt, and sitting on the bed at the same time in front of each other, you both aligned your own genitals with each other, speeding up the process with some ease. But, of course, things had to slow down as you inched closer and closer, gently and continuously giving your cock a push while her walls clenched around it. The deeper you reached, the louder Dahyun’s cries of lust got, and it was only during your entry to her warm chambers. The process became slow and intimate, her mind only thought she could get used to this kind of stretching.
You couldn’t help but dig your chin into her shoulder, attempting to compose yourself through this narrowing sensation. “Goodness,” you chuckled. “You’re so… tight, ugh… Wow, Soda-yah…” It felt like your member was squeezing through a narrow crevice, albeit without the feeling of discomfort or struggle.
Dahyun tightened her arms around his shoulders, almost closing her eyelids in rapture. In her mind, none of her toys came as close to this. None even her exes or old hookups. “Nnnggggghhhh… Maybe you’re just really big, Jinho-yah… Mmmggggaaauuuhhhh…”
You latched your lips onto her neck, kissing and sucking sweat from her as she squealed. “You stroke… people’s ego… that often?” you asked while relishing on her drenched skin.
“Not exactly my job,” she snortled. “I just tell ‘em what’s true… Now’s not any different.”
“Am I your job, then?” This sudden thought itself turned you on more for some reason.
“Aniya… I’m just telling you what you need to hear. You’re doing great so far.”
“Well, that’s because you’re so fucking hot, so there's no lie in that either,” you lauded.
She giggled through her squirms and shivers. Not the first time she’s ever heard such praise, but the heat of your bodies only intensified her own enthusiasm. “Thanks, but ugggghhh, God…” Thankfully, this moment made her lock in with a deep breath, not wanting to be deprived of the ultimate pleasure you had been building up all night. “So are you, nghh,” she wrapped her legs around her waist, letting her cervix kiss your tip. Slightly bending herself backwards, she guided your hands behind her. Thankfully, your intuition followed quickly, offering yourself in unlocking her bra. “Anyways, I’d rather let the results speak for themselves…” Her soft yet sharp tone balanced between what she usually sounds on the desk and on the bed. Seeing her breasts jiggle in front of you only added to your drooling mouth. At least, that’s what you assumed then. “Shall we?”
You nodded your head and quickened the pace of your thrusts. Her nails dug on your skin while keeping her chest tightened with yours, letting herself feel the trembles of your thrusts inside her. Having had enough with the foreplay, your bodies amped up yearning for the arrival of your own climaxes in this final chorus you were both singing. Your tongues danced in a fiery moment. You thought you would have never felt heaven on Earth, at least not like this, not until tonight. Not just this whole wham, bang, shang a lang or whatever that old ass foreign song that was stuck in your head, but simply the fact of crossing paths with this woman after half a decade. Somehow wanting to prove your worth as her partner for tonight, you exerted as much strength into your hips against her while thrusting your cock in and out of her with reckless abandon. You let your mouth lunge at her now bouncing tits, painting her mostly with your saliva, as well as traces of her juices from your face. Dahyun only let out a sharp howl into the ceiling.
She could feel herself losing control over your collective movement as you accelerated your speed within half a minute. The woman was surprised by your swelling strength. “You can slow for a bit. Fuck! You’re, ugh, unbelievable… Hnnggghhhh, Jinho-yah…”
Thankfully, you realized you feral you’ve become for a moment. “Alright… Mianhaeyo.” From your experience, sex should always be about teamwork, as weird as that sounds. It worked before, so you didn’t want it to change now either. You slowed your thrusts for a bit, letting her increase the pace of her hips grinding on yours and catching up with you.
“Gwenchana,” she cupped your cheek, soaking her palm in your sweat while she kept bouncing on your cock. “Just trying to take… all of you… Without… losing… balance.”
“But…” You held your arms around her tightly. “Soda-yah, you’re already doing great…”
With both hands on your head, Dahyun pulled you closer to her breasts. Shame on you for almost forgetting her sweet, sweaty mounds. “So are you, oppa, auuuugggghhhh…” You didn’t hesitate opening your mouth to give each a succulent suck. You wanted to praise her about them, but your body had been mostly in control of this bumpy ride.
You let out a gasp at her call of endearment, followed by a chortle of disbelief. “Hngh?”
“You like being called that, don’t you?” she whispered right next to your ear. Her angelic moans were moving to the rhythm of your thrusts. “Oppaaaaaa-yah, oppaaaugghhh…”
Her seductive teasing had struck multiple nerves, but not in a way that offended you. She was transmitting the levels of pleasure you had been giving her, and it’s working. “Hnnhngghhh… Fuck, Soda-yah. You know your way… Into this!”
She arched her neck upwards, allowing you to nibble on her neck once more. “About to say the same… thing about you.” You kept up with your coordinated pace and rhythm, having increased it together while your mouth did its job to keep her more stimulated.
“Auuuggghhhh, fuck!” She was already feeling it, as were you. “Don’t you dare… Please, hnnggghhh… I’m safe, Jinho-oppa! Just, augh, please, I’m really close, hgggggmmm…” Unable to contain herself for too long, Dahyun’s moans evolved into a glass-shattering scream of stimulation that might as well could pierce through the ceiling and reach the night sky, had you gone stronger than your stamina allowed you.
“Mmmmm…” You bit your lower lip, amused by her shriek. At this time, however, you were also stunned by the build-up in your shaft, you couldn’t force yourself to complete a cohesive sentence, let alone a phrase. Your hips began to decline in pace, as your vigor was on its last few strings, snapping with each powerful thrust. “Mmmm—me… Me too, So…da…yah!” Coffee could only get you this far. It was time for you to let go.
With a surge of her weight, she tightened her grip around you, both arms and legs, and rolled backwards, carrying both her weight and yours. You were still facing each other as your orgasms broke free off your systems. You felt like a boulder, being carried by this woman, but more importantly, she had now taken you to the peak of your pleasure. Your cloud nine. Thankfully, being at the bottom was also the ultimate climax of your partner, her eyes started to roll to the back of her head. While flexing her muscles, you rested your arms between the woman to keep your balance from completely crushing her. And now that a moment of stability was achieved, both your cachopony of moans flowed into a smooth stream of sigh, a verbal response to your final orgasm.
Your minds had gone blank, but your spirits traversed to the farthest paradise they could reach. It was something you were able to physically share as your lust prompted your lips to clash one more time, releasing your remaining hunger through your dancing tongues. In this moment of release, you let your mouth smack as loud as you heaved. Even after you pulled out, your cock was still erect while the last of your cum was dripping on the bed.
Rolling over to the side of the bed, you let out a dry cough, covering your palm with an accomplished smile while Dahyun eased her breathing. Her weightlifting stunt was no joke. A rush of amazement made you inch closer to her. “Where’d you learn to do that?”
“Pilates,” she simply answered, before pursing her lips with coyness. There was no way you believed that was the only answer, but you felt wonderment regardless. Curiosity was now flowing back through your brain while you breathed. Intrigue followed.
You stroke her hair, fixing them behind her ear. “Do you have a full course for that?”
She smacked your chest lightly when she bursted in laughter. “Jinho-ssi!”
By now, your heartbeat has returned to normal. “I was just curious,” you jest.
Dahyun’s tone shifted real quick. “Well… If you’re that curious…” Her fingers trailed on your chest. “Would you like to know the basics?” Her mere touch made your cock tingle, and combined with her intoxicating breath drawing close to you, your head made a slow but sure nod that she thankfully read. You placed her fingers on her chin, giving into the reinvigorated desires of your body, starting with your lips making another contact.
Everything that followed were you switching positions, kissing and fucking like rabbits until your burning vigor could no longer fuel your drive to keep on going. Even the stock of caffeine in your system eventually depleted, but at least your breathing slowly calmed minutes after, allowing you and Dahyun to doze off in each other’s arms.
= = =
Saturday. Waking up around ten in the morning, you saw Dahyun dressing up. She greeted you first, you tried to match her vibrance. It was your usual pillow talk. You contemplated the clear weather, slowly segueing into your shy confessions about how you had fun without being too specific. But, while you rarely had any experiences with hook-up culture, the one-night stands in your past tend to end within a paragraph or two, if you got confident enough to see them off or bid them farewell.
But the longer your eyes locked, you could no longer ignore the feeling you haven’t felt in a long time. This woman made your night, more than anyone, including yourself, in the last seven months of your so-so late twenties. Sure, this was not a rapid heartbeat, you already felt that with each other the whole night. But the flutters in your stomach were trying to tell you something about her. About what you truly felt right now.
The least you could do was make her breakfast, if not call her a cab home after. You had nothing to lose. In your mind, you still questioned why she willingly spent the night with you. Maybe she just needed a time off to unwind from her work, but so did you. But, you knew yourself that you didn’t want her to leave just yet, so you shot your shot. Lady luck just happened to be on your side, so you never knew when it would run out. In about a few minutes, she could just simply open the door and wave at you goodbye.
But you didn’t want that to happen, not until you asked her. Especially with your renewed connection last night and the absence of an awkward atmosphere between you right now, you’ve had enough of maybes, it’s time you stopped itching, clearing your throat first just to ask her something. You wiggled to the other side like a worm, letting hands reach your boxers on the floor while she wasn’t looking.
“Hey, Dahyun-ssi?” you murmured, pushing through your hesitation as you wore it.
“Hmmm..?” she hummed while tying up her hair with a rubber band outside your bedroom door. She wasn’t carrying her bag yet, but you presumed the tie came from it.
Even from a distance, her more innocent presence she allured you, making you feel at ease that you kept your composure and could sit down on the edge of the bed. “You…” You took a deep breath, before asking, “Would you mind staying for breakfast?”
She turned around to face you with a soft, yet heartwarming smile, her eyes filled with appreciation. “I’d like that…”
She walked back inside, taking a seat on the other side of the bed once again while folding in the sleeve of her shirt. Her eyes were glistening for your offer. “What will we be having, Jinho-yah?”
“Well, uhh, first things first, do you wanna have a cup of coffee or some fresh juice?”
“I think I’ll be having the coffee…” She didn’t even have to think too long for that, only raising her index finger below her lip in a sense of wonder. “Thank you very much...”
You beamed at her enthusiasm, even though you still had no clue what to cook for her that morning. Yet still, in retrospect, you realized that maybe if it wasn’t for your little change of pace, you most likely wouldn’t have gotten her number, or more importantly, even get a second, third, and far many more chances to see and meet Seo Dahyun again.
= = =
Just wanna ramble a bit here, so you can skip this if you're not interested.
Firstly, when it came to the conceptualization of this one-shot, I originally planned for this to take place in a bar, but I got tired of it since a lot of my previous fics already began there, so yeah, it's now just a café here.
Secondly, the male character was originally a cheater or at least an implied one, which Dahyun would've found out in the morning from her p.o.v., but I also realized she's already been portrayed as someone who slept with characters who were in a relationship, twice, and both happened to be with Xinyu! lol, and no shade to those writers, because they've written really good stuff too. plus, if not for one of them, I wouldn't be writing right now, that being rowlet, who will always be one of my most admired and respected writers here. By the end of the day, it's fiction, though I'd rather just not go the original route since it would be less original and not really my thing.
Thirdly, I know blonde Soda has been the craze of the last four or so months, and now she's back to black hair, but I just chose pics when she was still in her brownish red hair, 'cause that's where I first saw lots of her stunning pics. regardless, she always looks good, whatever hair color she has. just a fact XD.
anyhoo, there will probably be two to three more one-shots after this, but I am not sure who it will be about. I haven't explored much of the community lately aside from the ones I see on my notif, but I'll do my best to catch up after my little writing "spree" this month. thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day. take care and 'til next time!
Hmm, maybe after I get my PPL. But I will still have to see how I balance life when I start. It may take a while, but it will be done. You have my word.
The Girl That's Out of This World - tripleS Yooyeon
"Liftoff in 3, 2, 1!"
You're slammed into your jump seat, the g-forces pressing against you, metaphorical straps against the literal straps around you. Your ears are filled with the loud roar of thruster explosions, your eyes only seeing blue, then white, then grey as your vessel strives to break through the atmosphere. It's a rough launch, there's lots of rattling, maybe this is the one time things go sideways—fuck why are you thinking like that, fuck fuck fuck—
Everything goes black, and you blink, finding yourself in the stars.
"You good?"
"Yeah, bit of a bumpy launch eh?"
"Eh, it was fine." That's Kim Yooyeon for you, your fellow astronaut on this trip, utterly unflappable she might as well be gliding through life, so unfazeable that she might as well be her own phase of matter. She's already unbuckling herself from the seat and floating to the back. The mission is long, 2 months to be exact, but there's lots to do. "Monitor the systems."
"Copy." You stay seated, coordinating with mission control until finally you call out to her.
"We're enroute to the space station."
"Copy, support systems are operational, no damage from the launch."
"Really? After all that rattling?"
"All bark and no bite, luckily." Yooyeon straps in again next to you. "Get some sleep, it'll be a few hours before we get to the station." You lean back, and allow yourself to fall asleep to the beeps of the systems and the silence of space.
A higher pitched beep jolts you out of your sleep, and you see the space station ahead.
"Beginning docking maneuvers," you announce, and Yooyeon has shaken herself awake, repeating your order back to you. Both of you hold your breath as you watch the station loom over your craft, and the screen shows your shuttle closing in on the docking port. You move the controls slightly, there's a rumble as contact is made, followed by the whirr of locking mechanisms, and finally—
"Docking complete." Both of you lean back in your seats as the most stressful part of the mission is done.
"Good job, let's get out of here." Yooyeon floats to the shuttle exit ahead of you, and after disengaging the door locks you're both drifting into the space station. "Ah, finally out of this suit."
As you step out of your spacesuit, the helmet catches on your head, giving you a proper smack. You had forgotten—no, not forgotten, gotten used to—how pretty Yooyeon looks. She was the belle of the space force, as pretty as she is sharp. Many of your colleagues were envious that you got to go on a space mission with her, to accompany the angel on her way back to heaven, so to speak. Over the multiple weeks of intense training and preparation though, Yooyeon became your colleague, your teammate, responsible for your life just as you are responsible for hers on this mission, with safety being the priority above all else.
So you stopped seeing Yooyeon superficially, and yet, a far way from the surface of the Earth, you catch yourself staring at her beauty—long black hair, round eyes, ruby lips, delicate as a flower. Yet she's up here in space with you, suffering through the grueling launch and coming out looking like that, while you just... look like you.
"Have you forgotten how to remove the jumpsuit already? We spent so much time training on that."
"Just adjusting to the low grav environment," you mutter as an excuse. The two of you tour the space station, floating through the various segments that make up the station. You arrive at the living quarters—they're small and claustrophobic, but as with anything when you're in space, ironically space is at a premium. Your sleeping cabin is effectively an open coffin, complete with straps to stop you from floating away, there's a curtain for privacy, but that's about it.
Then there's a small kitchen, which is basically just the area that has the "cooking" machine, reheating and rehydrating space food for human consumption. There's a bathroom, also small, and finally the main body of the station where you'll be conducting science experiments, observing the stars, and watching over Earth.
"Everything is operational," Yooyeon speaks into the microphone, communicating with mission control.
"Roger, please begin the experiments whenever you're ready."
The two of you throw yourselves into the work, working with the command center and logging experiment results. In between experiments there was a lot of maintenance to be done, and you two find yourselves in the little nooks and crannies of the space station, checking for cracks, leaks, and loose bolts. It put the two of you in close quarters, and with no perfect substitute for weightlessness there was no small amount of accidental touches and brushes—you didn't notice your hand drifting close to her chest, she didn't notice her leg drifting between yours. But things remained professional for Yooyeon—everything addressed without fluster or embarrassment. You are in space after all, there were much bigger things to be worried about.
You wish you could say the same for yourself. You knew you would have to abstain as much as possible in space, as any cleanup would be quite hard when everything is quite literally floating about, but over time it became harder and harder to ignore Yooyeon. She dressed simply in a t-shirt and shorts most of the time, and even that was enough to distract you—when did her legs look so good, and her thighs muscled yet juicy, how did you not notice it before?
The breaking point came when Yooyeon pushed herself off a wall to get through the station quickly, only to collide with you coming out of the sleeping quarters and sending both of you spinning through the corridor.
"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were awake— Ah!" After the collision her top had come loose and it had ridden up, floating well above her waist, giving you a peek at her midriff and simple bra underneath. Hastily she pulls it down, a light blush on her cheeks. "Sorry about that, I thought the coast was clear."
"Yeah, no problem, go ahead. I'll sleep in for a little longer." It was an excuse, as your morning wood had come back in full force—you're way too frustrated to function. As Yooyeon floats away you make the decision to get yourself off, to just get it out of the way. You pull out a foil packet—condoms that your colleagues had pushed on to you.
"Dude why would I need condoms in space?"
"You're up there with Yooyeon, just the two of you, literally no one else in the world there."
"But we're in space, nothing's going to happen, we're not going to have sex in space."
"Who said anything about sex? Sure she wouldn't have sex with you, but just looking at her might be enough after a few weeks up there! What if you just need to get one off, you want your cum floating around in the space station? If you don't take this, when I'm next on the space station I am bringing a black light."
"You guys are fucking ridiculous!" You stuff the foil-wrapped rubbers into a discreet pocket just to shut them up.
Annoyed at your colleagues being right you wrap your tip with the rubber and wrap your hand around your shaft. Your colleagues missed on something though, that it is fucking weird to masturbate in space, in weightlessness, while trying to make sure the condom doesn't slip; while you have no material to work with at all, just the memory of Yooyeon's midriff and bra and thighs; while Yooyeon's looking at you.
Wait what?
"Y-Yooyeon!" you choke out.
"Shh!" She glares at you, and you remember that the monitoring mics are live as work hours just started—two way communication with mission control is great, making you feel less lonely on the space station, but now is the worst time for that! "Do you need my help?" Yooyeon whispers. She's tying her hair up, your brain short-circuting as the ponytail floats in mid-air.
"What? Sorry I— Let me—" Your hands waves about frantically, trying to remove the condom, pull your boxers on, stuff your cock back in, pull your pants back on, and not float towards her while you do it all at the same time.
"Just let me help you." Her hand stops you from pulling up your boxers, and in the next moment Yooyeon's lips are wrapped around your shaft. Your mind is spinning, from the absolute shattering of the image you have of her, to the fact that both of you are floating in space. You grab on to a bar that's in reach, making sure that the sight of Yooyeon giving you a blowjob doesn't float through the space station for any cameras to catch. Your other hand is on Yooyeon's head, presumably to make sure she doesn't float away from you, but more because you never wanted to leave her mouth!
The two of you are near horizontal, lying in weightlessness as Yooyeon continues to push her gorgeous face on your cock. Her tongue swirls, her cheeks hollow, Yooyeon is doing everything to get you to cum.
"Yooyeon!" you whisper harshly, and she flicks her eyes up at you. You throb one last time, and Yooyeon devours you to the base, her nose bumping into your crotch as you begin spilling everything into her mouth. You're pent up after weeks without satisfaction, and now all you can do is keep yourself quiet, biting your t-shirt as you watch Yooyeon stay planted on your hips, your thick and salty load going straight down her throat. Your hips buck, and the motion moves Yooyeon with it as you spurt one more shot into her mouth.
When she finally gets off your cock, her eyes are a little watery, but other than a little swipe of her lips there's no indication that Kim Yooyeon just swallowed the biggest load of your life like it's just another Tuesday (or Wednesday, time gets funny in space).
"All good? Be sure to clean up," she mumbles, and floats away.
What the hell just happened?
Yooyeon leaves you to collect yourself, and she collects her own thoughts too—she had wanted to check in on you, make sure you weren't hurt from the collision earlier. Yet when she saw you in that state, she wanted to make sure things were safe—it wouldn't do to have globs of cum or a filled condom floating in space, an actual choking and biohazard. So she took it upon herself to swallow it all and—
"Mmgh!" Yooyeon can feel it inside her—digesting food is a little odd in space, and when she's swallowed an extra meal worth of seed it is more than a little off, and she suddenly feels full. She puts a hand over her midriff, but has to resist moving it lower. Just as you were pent up, Yooyeon was equally frustrated. She had wondered if you were able to sneak in a self-love session or two, but she never noticed any signs or traces of it, which is good. Now with your abundant load inside her she realizes why that was.
Sadly for her there's no way she could do it, and she shudders and tries to calm herself, to think about the work ahead and not what's in her... No, better to not think about anything being "inside" herself right now.
As the work day winds down on the space station you approach Yooyeon.
"Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I thought I was alone. You didn't have to, you know."
"I— Yeah, it was unprofessional of me, I just wanted to make sure there wouldn't be anything floating around, I'm sorry."
"N-No no, not at all." You can't believe your ears, Yooyeon's apologizing for blowing you! "Thanks for keeping us safe, I guess?"
"Yeah. Is there anything else?"
"No, please let me know if you ever need some privacy, so we can avoid something like this in the future. I can give you plenty of space."
"That won't be needed, it is infeasible for me to do it in space." You blink rapidly at Yooyeon admission—what does she even mean?
With your pent up frustration relieved you don't think too much of things, and nothing seems to have changed with how Yooyeon treats you, so it fades a little into the background for you as you are consumed by the work that needs to be done.
But for Yooyeon her frustration only builds, she catches herself looking at you below the waist on more than one occasion, wondering if you were hard, wondering if she could see it again. She had not planned on masturbating on this mission, but after what happened she's finding herself flush and warm often. Yet she can't take any more clothes off, taking off anything more would be because— No, she shouldn't think about sex, it doesn't help things!
The breaking point comes quietly for Yooyeon, on another chance collision. The two of you are passing through the narrow corridors in opposite directions—Yooyeon has just washed up, and you're on the way to do as well. She slips when she tries to push herself through the narrow gap, sending her bumping into you.
"Yooyeon, are you okay? You feel really warm, is it a fever?" You're holding her close, a hand on her forehead. "You're burning, let me get a thermometer."
"No! I just need some rest, I'll turn in early tonight." The truth is Yooyeon's effectively in heat, the sudden close proximity and touch catching her off guard. She retreats to her "bed", strapping herself down and trying to calm herself. She presses her thighs together, hoping her shorts and underwear can absorb enough of her wetness, but it has the opposite effect, as the added friction makes her rub her legs together subconsciously.
When you finish cleaning yourself you return to the sleeping quarters and tie yourself down, but as you try to fall asleep you realize that the usual white noise of the space station is not as it usually is. You hear a continuous rustle, like someone tossing and turning. Yooyeon having trouble sleeping? You debate if you should call out, potentially disturbing her rest even more. Your attentive ears pick up on more detail—the rustle is persistent, less tossing and turning and more rubbing together of fabric. Every so often there is a deep exhale, and you realize what is going on.
"Yooyeon, do you need my help?"
Yooyeon freezes in her bed, like she's standing in front of a line. She knows what you are asking, and you know that she knows, which is why you asked; and she knows that you know that she knows, and so she answers...
"Yes."
She can hear you undo your straps, and soon you would be floating towards her, and then— You're here already, pulling open the curtains! In the dark Yooyeon prays that you don't see her blush, but everything else is showing—her thighs tightly pressed together, her hand down her own shorts, a fistful of absorbent sheets in the other.
"Tell me what you need."
"I need— Want to get off, but the sheets need to be there."
"I can umm, just swallow it all." Yooyeon's heat only grows, now she's thinking about you down there, eating her out and— oh god...
"No, I get really wet when it happens." There's little embarrassment left in Yooyeon, she needed to get off more than anything else! You pause for a moment, and Yooyeon gets even wetter, watching you watch her.
"Give me the sheets." You move in close to Yooyeon, taking them from her. You gently nudge her thighs open with your knee.
"Do you want to take off your shorts—" She pulls one leg out, enough to give you access to her over her underwear.
"No, just like this is good," is her immediate reply. You press the sheets against your thigh and then nudge up between her legs. Instantly Yooyeon traps you there, and so forceful is the shove of her hips downwards that you have to hold on to her to not be pushed away. When you steady yourself to look at Yooyeon the view is mesmerizing—from the neck up, Yooyeon might as well be asleep, eyes closed and breathing deeply. From the waist down however she's outright riding you, grinding herself on your thigh with hip gyrations you didn't even know she could make. She's grinding down on you so hard you have to push up against her, to counteract her strength in the weightless environment.
You're glued to Yooyeon's gorgeous face, even in the dark she looks like she's glowing. You watch her bite the inside of her cheek, her brow furrow slightly, and then she goes slack.
"I'm done," she says quietly. "Thank you."
"Hmm?" It was barely noticeable! Yooyeon was stoic but you never thought she would be this restrained even in climax. "Right."
"Do you need me to help you with that?" You look down at where she's looking—your stiffness poking into her thighs.
"N-No, I'm good, it'll go down. I'll dispose of these, you should rest."
"Okay, thank you." You realize you have to peel the absorbent sheets off your thigh—despite her lack of reaction to her orgasm, she's completely soaked through the multiple layers. As you hold it in your hand you squeeze it a little too hard, and some of it is released. "Oh there's—" Yooyeon can only blush as you catch them in your mouth, swallowing her juices. "You didn't have to do that."
"You did for me, I'm just making sure there are no choking hazards. Good night."
Yooyeon watches you drift away without another word, and her mind is a jumble. She's basking in the glow of her orgasm, oh how she needed that! But she's also conflicted—it was professionally inappropriate, she should never have agreed to your help! She probably should not have sucked you off before either, and it's all a big mess now. Disturbingly, after feeling your hardness poke against her, it's all she can think about even after getting herself off.
Having disposed of the sheets you float back to bed, trying to calm yourself down and go to sleep. When you hear Yooyeon move in her bed, you clear your throat softly, reminding yourself to not treat every noise from her as sexual.
"Good night." Yooyeon's voice comes soft and clear across space.
You realize neither of you are going to get much sleep that night, and you take a deep breath, trying not to think too much about Yooyeon still being awake.
"G-Good night."
The last two weeks were borderline unbearable, and both of you were on edge. Far above earth, in your little space haven, you and Yooyeon felt like Adam and Eve, having sinfully tasting the sweetness of the forbidden fruit that one time. Yet you're unable to consume each other, to relive it over and over again. Yooyeon has tried to remain professional, but you know she feels the same way, as you've caught her staring just as she has caught you looking—not once has she said anything, reprimanded you for letting your desires get the better of you. Every time you have to slip past her in the corridors, your bodies close to touching, is when space has felt the most dangerous. Even when you had to go on a spacewalk, to fix something on the outside of the station, when all that keeps you from drifting into the void is Yooyeon making sure that you remain tethered, the most dangerous time was when you returned to the station, and Yooyeon was there to help you out of the spacesuit, stripping you, her face at eye level with your crotch. It was almost too much for either of you.
Almost. Somehow nothing happens, and you're strapped into the return capsule with Yooyeon, both of you ready to head home.
"Disengaging the locks."
"Triggering push-off mechanism."
It's almost imperceptible in space, but you're lightly nudged against your seat as the capsule pushes away from the space station. A few minutes later you trigger the thrusters to put you on a trajectory back to Earth. It begins to take up most of your view as you get closer, and you monitor the panels in front of you, watching the readings go down until...
"Entering atmosphere!" Yooyeon starts the return sequence, and all you can do is wait. It gradually gets louder in the capsule as you fall at terminal velocity, and the capsule rattles and shakes. You look out the capsule window, and all you see is red, the air now superheated as it rubs against the surface of your survival cell. A boom, intended of course, is heard as the heat shield around the capsule, having served its purpose, is blown off. Then a second explosion, and you're snapped back even harder against your seat as the parachutes deploy, slowing you down further. A loud continuous roar fills your ears as thrusters fire up, and you and Yooyeon brace for a hopefully survivable impact.
No training could prepare you for this, it still feels like you're going down too damn fast, and all you can do is close your eyes and hope it's enough. Your bones rattle when you finally hit the ground, but you breathe a sigh of relief when everything goes quiet.
"Yooyeon?"
"Yeah, I'm here." She gives you a thumbs up. "All in one piece." You fire one back at her. The capsule door opens up to a rush of people, and both of you are extracted. Quickly you are transported to a hotel, where the two of you are sat down and given a physical.
"Okay, so you two are in good physical condition it looks like, but we're going to keep you in this hotel under observation for another week."
"We can't leave?"
"Preferably not, there will be media hanging around, and we need to do the debrief before you speak with them. You're free to order room service or have food delivered, anything else you need, just let us know."
"Got it."
"Will we have clothes?" Yooyeon pipes up.
"Yes, we'll have a suitcase of your clothes brought up. If there's something missing your family is free to send stuff over." With no further questions you and Yooyeon are led to adjoining rooms. Although your body has no idea what time it is, as soon as you fall on the bed you moan at finally feeling a mattress on your back and a pillow under your head, and you quickly fall asleep.
Until a rude banging at your door wakes you.
"What the hell? I just got here!" you mutter as you pull the door open annoyed, only to see Yooyeon.
"It's been 5 hours." Yooyeon clarifies. You blink once for every hour you have apparently slept for.
"Has it? Damn, sorry. The bed felt so nice I must have just, yeah."
"Same, I just got up too. It's midnight though and nothing's open, do you want to order room service?"
"Sure but... You want to eat with me?"
"Well we ate every meal together on the space station so I thought—" Yooyeon drifts off, a little abashed. "Sorry, I got too used to the routine out there, have a good night!" You hold the door ajar before she can close it.
"No wait, you're right, let's get some food."
Neither of you order much—despite it being midnight, having just gotten up both of you eat only enough for a "breakfast". As soon as that's done, there's an awkward silence—in space there's jobs to do, experiments to check on, on Earth, right now there's nothing to do, only each other for company, and soon all the "non-work" stuff that happened on the space station floats up in your minds. Yooyeon's the first to breach it, and she does it in the only way she knows how.
"We should have sex."
"Yooyeon what?"
"After... that time, things changed slightly on the station, I know you felt it too. We couldn't get it out of our system then, but you know, we can now. I haven't had a chance to, you know, satisfy myself. Unless you have already, then I'll just—" Yooyeon's words speed up as she realizes what she's admitting to you, that sex has been on her mind since landing back on Earth, that she hasn't gotten herself off yet. With her words, you realize of course, that you haven't gotten yourself off either.
"We should do it, I want to do it too." You barely recognize your own husky voice. The two of you almost defy gravity, flying to the bedroom. There's no shame or shyness, Yooyeon's naked and you're nude in a flash—this was pure need, the tension that built way above Earth crashing down on your bed. No foreplay, no checking with Yooyeon, you needed to be in her. She's tighter and wetter than anything you could imagine in your frustrating fantasies, and you moan, enjoying the feeling of being able to sink into her.
You start with a few thrusts, groaning at how she grips you—she needed this as much as you do! But when you don't hear anything from her at all, you stop and check on Yooyeon—she has her eyes closed again, her chest lightly moving, like she was riding your thigh instead of your cock. You didn't expect a strong reaction from her, but you definitely expected some reaction.
"Yooyeon? You okay?"
"Yeah, it feels good. Why?"
"Just um, couldn't tell if you were enjoying it. I thought you would like it more than what we did on the space station."
"Oh, sorry, yeah it's good. I'm not... very fun in bed. You're my third and... The first two guys didn't go so great."
"How so?"
"The first guy, we broke up because I was too messy in bed." After seeing how wet Yooyeon got, and how she's already making a small wet spot on the bed, you disagree but his loss is arguably your gain.
"And the second guy?"
"Said I was like a dead fish in bed, I ditched him because I caught him with someone louder and more 'fun', his words."
"Damn, that's rough, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Don't be, but yes it's great for me, I'll try to be more responsive if I can."
"Just tell me what you're feeling." You start moving in and out of her again.
"It feels good." You hug her, whispering into her ear.
"Tell me more, more than good."
"You're stretching me, I haven't done this in a while, so it's really intense. You're also... wide? It's different." It's both hot and a bit disconcerting, hearing Yooyeon's version of dirty talk.
"What do you want from me? Should I go slower, faster, deeper, shallower?"
"I..." Yooyeon falls silent as she tries to process your words and feel you at the same time. She didn't lie when she said she felt good, and maybe it's because she's finally getting some after the tension in space, but Yooyeon knows she's wetter than usual, her walls extra sensitive. She's too tense, she should relax more, enjoy the sex and—
"More!" Yooyeon's yelp surprises both of you. As she consciously relaxes, her walls give a little, and when you thrust you end up just that little bit deeper in her. It hits her like a comet—Yooyeon's hand on her mouth, eyes wide open, but her pussy flutters around your shaft. You pull out slowly, and when you sink back in, making sure to get just as deep as you did before, Yooyeon whines—she wants this, this is different!
"Something tells me you're not wholly at fault for being a dead fish in bed."
"Deep! It feel so— Mmm!" Yooyeon tries to muffle herself with her hand, and you have to pull it away. "I'm sorry I can't—"
"Don't hold back, now you sound like you're having fun."
Yooyeon can feel her cheeks heating up—normally she's reserved, in control of herself. Even when she's horny she just gets wet, but she never makes a sound, not if she doesn't want to—feeling good is one thing, showing that she's feeling good is another thing altogether. And yet as she looks down her body, when she watches your slick covered shaft enter her and feels the immense pressure as you push in, like you're splitting her open; when she hears the squelch of her own pussy, and feels her thighs get wet when she leaks and squirts more juice; when her chest swells, and the moan she's holding back pushes its way out of her mouth, Yooyeon can't help but think that losing control of herself feels good, that feeling so much pleasure until she loses control is amazing.
"It feels so good, don't stop, don't stop!" Yooyeon cries out, like you've unblocked or unsealed something deep inside of her. Your own head is spinning, her sudden transformation shocking you and pushing you to go even harder, to hear more of her. You grab her thighs, squeezing them and pulling her towards you on every thrust. She's splattering against your hips on every thrust, your grip on her thighs is fucking slippery. You notice her thighs are around red around where you're grabbing her, but then no, the flush is spreading throughout Yooyeon's body.
"Oh!" It's a sharp yelp, one that gives you pause—Yooyeon's looking down her body at you, and you feel her legs shaking. She opens her mouth to say something, but it's too late.
"FUCK!" Yooyeon throws her head back and screams. Her hips buck strongly, causing you to slip out of her. You suddenly feel something warm on your stomach—thick and translucently white, sliding down your body.
Kim Yooyeon's girl cum, ejaculated, ejected, expelled! Splattered all over you.
The sound of Yooyeon swearing for the first time you can remember, the sight of Yooyeon's body twisted in ecstasy, and the warm, gooey sensation of Yooyeon so thoroughly losing it—everything combines to send you over the edge. You're cumming too, your cock throbbing with a mind of its own, leaking onto Yooyeon. You're just as pent up as her, and you let out a low moan as your hand moves automatically, stroking and firing your load all over Yooyeon's trembling body.
"Ah... Damn Yooyeon!" You manage to roll yourself on your back, not landing on Yooyeon and not getting too much of her cream on the bed. The two of you just lie there, breathing heavily, riding the high of finally getting to fuck.
"Mmm..." Yooyeon's mind is floating like she's back in space, and she has to curl her toes to remind herself she's still alive and conscious. She swears she can still feel you throbbing inside her, something more alive than her. When she opens her eyes again she finally sees the ceiling instead of stars, and she hears your rough breathing next to her. Yooyeon runs a hand down her body, finding herself sweaty and sticky—it really happened, you two just had sex, and it was the most intense pleasure she ever felt. "Wow."
"Yeah. You okay?"
"Yes, just, never felt quite like that before." She has to bite her lip to stop a whimper from coming out—just your touch on her body, the tissues you're rubbing on her to clean her up, is sending sparks flying in her head. An irresistible urge is building inside Yooyeon, a newly awakened need. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Can I kiss you?" You blink at her, confused, but you see her squirming under your gaze.
"I mean, we've done everything past kissing so, why not?"
Yooyeon climbs into your lap, resting her hands around your neck. Your eyes rove up her body, from her thighs straddling you, pussy lips still parted slightly, to her chest, nipples still stiff, at attention, yearning for more. Your gaze goes to her lips, and you can see the teeth mark, where she bit down on earlier, and you look to her—
Her lips are too close!
"Mmph!" Yooyeon's short hair tickles your shoulders, but more importantly her lips are soft against yours, and she's leaving her marks on your lip, lightly nipping and tugging. Yooyeon pushes herself more insistently on to you, you have to take more of her weight until—
"Yooyeon!" You have to lie down, and Yooyeon's clinging to you on top, her arms wrapped around your neck and shoulders.
"Can we cuddle like this?
"If you want." To your surprise Yooyeon sighs, and she melts into you, face buried in your neck and completely relaxed.
"You okay?"
"Mm, let's just stay like this." Finally satisfied and happy Yooyeon lets her mind wander, her breath warm on your neck. She never felt like cuddling with her exes, but then again she's never felt this good sleeping with them. They would be out of bed by now, leaving Yooyeon alone in bed or worse, having to get herself off. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" she sighs, whispering to herself.
"We were in space." Yooyeon freezes—she didn't think you heard that! "The cleanup would have been impossible."
"I know, I meant, before that."
"Well, you were you, and I was I."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You're not dumb, you know we do not look... good together." Yooyeon pushes herself up, and she looks annoyed, almost angry.
"So? What about now? We work well together, I know I can trust you with my life, we can rely on each other even in space, there's nothing more important than that." Yooyeon's gaze is piercing through you, she's dead serious. "Don't you agree?"
"Yeah but, that's different—" Yooyeon kisses you again.
"I like you, I can't say I love you yet, but that comes with time right?" Her confession keeps you silent. "Besides, we're having sex, making love, as they call it. We just need to make more love."
"I don't think that's—" She nips on your earlobe, and you're finding yourself speechless more often than not around Yooyeon.
"I do think we feel good together, I don't think you dislike me, so I would like us to feel good, a lot." You never realized Yooyeon could switch on a dime like this, she's trying to seduce you.
"I don't dislike you, of course," you answer, throat dry, scarcely believing what's happening.
"Good, I'm happy. We just need to make lots of love then. Can you go again?" She's reaching down your body, finding your cock and stroking it, feeling it's firmness in her grasp.
"Yeah." You manage to confirm Yooyeon's findings, choking out a gasp at the end as she runs a finger over your tip.
"I'll be on top, I think I'm wet enough already." She most certainly is as your cock feels like it's being covered by the best "wet blanket" ever when she sinks down on to you. "You're getting really... Ah! Deep in me!" Her hand flies down to her flat tummy, right below her bellybutton, as if showing you just how far you're reaching into her. "I'm surprised you're not pushing a bulge out of me, it certainly feels like it."
"Yooyeon you can't just say that!" you murmur through gritted teeth. Yooyeon's weirdly technical interpretation of dirty talk is very effective, making you process what she means, and immediately allowing your imagination to show them to you in vivid detail.
"I'm just telling you what I feel. I'm sorry I'm getting you so wet, you remember how I was on the space station right? This is like ten, no, a hundred times more intense!" It certainly is true for you—you watched Yooyeon grind herself on your thigh to get off, and have replayed that scene in your head numerous times afterwards. Yet nothing prepares you for how Yooyeon's grinding down on you now, arguably even more strongly and demanding. With gravity and a bed to push against, Yooyeon's half bouncing and half grinding herself into you, and every time she sinks down on to your shaft, it's like she's pumping herself for juices, leaking her slick all over your crotch.
Except this time you can see her expression—her eyes are still closed, but her mouth is slightly open, letting out small moans. Her brow tenses and relaxes, as do her lips, the edges of her mouth curling into a smile every time she does so, like she's cumming again and again. It is as if Yooyeon has let all her guards down, and she looks utterly divine, like she does belong in heaven.
Oh, and her pussy has a velvet grip around your cock the whole time, trying to tug and suck and pull the cum right out of you.
"When we fall in love, I want us to procreatively fornicate like this."
"Pro-what?"
"Procreative fornication. You know, babymaking sex, breeding."
"You can't just say that, and unless you want that to happen right now you should get off!"
"What? Why?"
"I can't hold on much longer, I'm going to cum in you!"
"Oh, you want to start right now? That's a little early but I don't mind..." You were going to stop her, trying to stop yourself, trying to clarify that she misunderstood, but Yooyeon leans in and whispers in your ear.
"You can fill me up."
With a rasp you draw a deep breath and grab Yooyeon by the hips, pulling her down fully. It is the best misunderstanding of your life as you unload deep inside her, with Yooyeon narrating dirtily into your ear the whole time.
"Ah! It's so warm inside me, you still have so much for me? You're really filling me up I— Nngh it's too much!" Yooyeon moans and buries her face in your shoulder. She shudders, and sighs, cumming again and prolonging your climax. You continue to weakly thrust up into her, and Yooyeon's body undulates with you, both of you trying to milk each other for all the pleasure you can get.
You're cuddling Yooyeon again right after, your load still freshly dripping between her legs—you wanted to clean her up, but she refuses to, insisting on cuddling first.
"Why did you let me cum in you?"
"I thought you wanted to."
"I do. No I mean, eventually, but not right now!"
"Are you worried about being safe?" You nod. "We're not in space anymore, we don't have to be safe on Earth." You can't tell if Yooyeon's messing with you, or if your point is orbiting Earth and has sailed over her head completely.
"No safe like, what if you get pregnant now?"
"Oh, I'm on pills, can you imagine ovulating in space? I'll go off it slowly so, it can't happen right now, but in the future." You breathe a sigh of relief.
"Good, we really shouldn't rush into things like that." You watch Yooyeon dip a hand between her legs, swiping up some of your seed before smearing it on her thigh.
"Of course, but for the time being, you can finish in me whenever you want, it felt really nice." You shake your head, and Yooyeon looks at you quizzically. "What?"
"How can you just say that so casually?"
"You told me to tell you how I feel. I just stated a fact, and then how I felt about it."
"You're impossible, say it again?"
"You can finish in me whenever you want, it feels really good?" You chuckle and kiss a nonplussed Yooyeon.
"You have no idea how hot you sound."
The first night Yooyeon returned to her room to sleep, but by Day 3 you're going to her bedroom to sleep, because you've discovered that Yooyeon was, for lack of a better term, a wet nympho, and she has completely ruined your sheets by coming over nightly.
That's not the only thing you've discovered about Yooyeon either—she's wet when she's on top, but when you're in charge Yooyeon can't help but get sticky, creaming around your cock instead of squirting on you. Yooyeon's discovering a lot about you too, encouraging you to find out more.
"I like grinding on your thigh, do you want to see if you like rubbing yourself on my thighs?" You do, and to her surprise Yooyeon finds the back of her thighs sticky and warm after giving you a thighjob.
"Do you want my hair up or down when I use my mouth? Oh, or you can decide!" That's how you find yourself holding on to Yooyeon's hair, tugging it as she sucks you off. There's no need to keep her from floating away, and you can't help but push her down on to you. She forgets about gravity, and your load spills out from her mouth, prompting an emergency cleanup for the both of you.
Yooyeon's discovering a lot about herself as well, and she tells you every single lurid detail.
"Oh, right there... you're pushing against my cervix there, it's so... nngh! You're so big!"
"Put your hand here, press down and— Ah! You feel even bigger like that, can you feel yourself? You're rubbing my g-spot so well. I think I like it more from behind, you seem to thrust harder from behind, is it because you like it more?"
"Yes," you growl out, answering Yooyeon's rambling dirty talk succinctly, thrusting into her harder.
"You're throbbing so hard, how are you getting bigger? Are you close? Can we finish together? I want us to finish together, and I'm so close I— Nnngh thank you!"
By Day 5 both of you are down to only one set of clothing left, which you wear only when the two of you have debriefs or checkups during the day. Yooyeon decides to completely forgo clothing around you otherwise, and right after that you make the same decision, the two of you going from forward-looking astronauts to Adam and Eve in about a week.
"I'm so tired, but I don't want to stop..." Yooyeon whines as you pound down into her prone form.
"We should, ugh, take a break soon."
"After this, maybe. Can you mating press me?" It's so completely casual now the way she asks for it, and you comply just as naturally, kissing her as you bend her knees all the way back to her shoulders.
"I'm so sore but it still feels so good!"
"Same, I'll cum with you, cum hard for me!" You pin her wrists with your hand, rendering her powerless to do anything, and she loses it.
"Ah! I will if you ask me to—" Yooyeon screams as you bend her knees back just that little bit more, thumping against her sweet spot, and she splatters you with sticky creamy girl cum right as you flood her womb with thick seed. Your arms give out and you collapse on top of her, utterly drained. Yooyeon giggles as she strokes your hair, knowing that you've spent yourself completely in her.
"My turn to cuddle you."
And on the seventh day you rested. The two of you come out of the observation period more ragged and drained than when you entered. You were able to explain it away as recovering from getting acclimated to Earth's gravity, but from the looks housekeeping gave you they definitely knew that you two were busy acclimating to each other instead, you just pray they don't tell anyone.
"We should go out," you bring up to Yooyeon once people are out of earshot.
"We are outside," Yooyeon answers nonchalantly.
"No, like on a date."
"Sure, which day did you have in mind?"
"No Yooyeon, like—"
"Friday at 7?" She's smiling—she really does have the ability to render you speechless.
"I uh, yeah, that sounds good."
"Great, see you at 7 am!"
"I— Wait what?"
Regardless of her communication quirks you start dating Yooyeon and things progress quickly. A few months later she asks you an odd question.
"We've made a lot of love since our first week right?"
"Yes, during that week and after." You've gotten used to Yooyeon's phrasing, but you wonder where she's going with this.
"So how do you feel about us? Should we continue being together? Have we made enough love?"
"Yes." You quickly pick up on her choice of words. "Do you want me to say I love you?"
"Yes."
"I love you Yooyeon." She kisses you, and then proceeds to drop a bombshell on you.
"Good, I love you too. I quit the space force."
"What! Why?"
"They would never send us to space together, they know we're a couple now."
"Yeah but still, I thought you wanted to be in space!"
"I saw Earth from space, that was a lifelong dream of mine."
"I know, so why did you quit? I could have stepped back instead."
"No, that still keeps us apart. I don't need to go to space anymore, because I found someone on Earth I'd rather spend the rest of my life with." She produces a ring, a simple band with a bluish-green gem on top. "I won't get on my knees because I'm already shorter than you, but—" She fumbles the ring, as if trying to figure out which is the right orientation to present the ring before giving up.
"Will you stay on Earth with me?"
A/N: Bit of a random one, there was some discussion of sex in space I saw, and I wondered if it would work, then I wondered who would work in that context, and came up with smart and pretty Yooyeon lol. Also fits with the whole tripleS thing in my mind, I tried to work in a cosmos thing but eh, didn't try very hard lol. I tried to capture some of her...aloofness? Some of the stuff she says makes you do a double take or can be a little goofy so yeah. Thanks for reading!
a/n: a bit late, but I hope that everyone had a fun, wholesome holidays and, of course, a happy new year! a slightly longer update will be at the end, if you're interested or whatnot. for now, I hope you enjoy my first (short) fic of 2026.
The light of the sun had only just shone on Jeong Insoo’s apartment fifteen minutes ago, but both him and Jeemin had already been awakened by their own adrenaline kicking in, further enhanced by their burning drive for each other’s touch.
This morning, the woman was emboldened enough to make the first move from the moment she knocked on his door, welcoming him with a shopping bag containing some gifts, alongside a box of small cake and a bottle of champagne, which she placed on his dining table.
Despite him not expecting her or anyone’s company this early, they started the day with a little heated conversation, but looking back, when have they not? All the years of teasing and bickering between them since their bar hangouts had mostly led them into one outcome, albeit with countless varieties when it came to setting up the stage. The bar’s comfort room or staff room, and either of their apartments were rarely different. Most scenarios lead to them kicking their shoes and clothes off the floor the moment they walk through the door, huddling their bodies and habitually smacking their lips together with either desperation or excitement, or both.
This was the first time the woman has gone straight to his place without Insoo’s direct invitation, however, with her misplaced emotions driven by conflict, slowly influencing her actions with him. The woman’s more aggressive tongue danced with his, while the man’s yearning arms deepened their kiss by wrapping one around her fit waist and leaning down over her with his towering height, letting their slow and careful feet guide them across the apartment until their joint ounces of passion made Jeemin hop and sit on the dining table, while he got his hands crawling down on her curves until they reached her legs. Without any breakfast to replenish their morning, they were each other’s appetizers today, and they haven’t tasted each other in nine weeks.
It was the usual routine these two have been going on, but the magnitude hasn’t been this strong. They haven’t seen each other in a week after all and it has been driving each other crazier than before. One more than the other as every second passed, Jeemin couldn’t keep her own fingers from clawing through his newest muscle shirt. He only started wearing it after hitting the gym an hour earlier, and it received its fourth rip from Jeemin. And despite this, Insoo stopped wasting any more time, having his fingers nibbling on her tight, wet cunt through her thin underwear, with his drooling tongue and lips on her neck alongside his nose nuzzling on her scented skin like a hound.
The continual push and pull between their bodies caused Jeemin to nudge her elbow on the box of cake, spilling crumbs of the dessert onto the glassy surface of the table. And yet, rather than let the mess interrupt his focus, Jeemin wrapped her legs around Insoo’s waist and craned her back. She trailed frosting from top of the cake with her fingers, slowly pulling out a chunk of cake right in front of Insoo’s eyes.
Her unbridled boldness invited him to start slicking her hands until most of the white icing and chocolate was cleaned off her now salivated hands like a hog, making her watch while she grinned. She took a look at the remaining mess she had made on his face, having painted his lower face like a Pollack painting. As if she was proud of her own work, her lips attacked his chin first, deploying her tongue as it slid across his lower jaw like a paintbrush, before abruptly pulling him to her lips to taste the layers sweetness inside his mouth. She smothered herself to conceal any hints of bitterness they had earlier.
This morning, the very surface of the table she’s on was not the only wooden thing that’s hard, and by her hurried fingers tugging on his shorts, she demanded, begged even, for it now. Insoo pulled them down on the floor, quickly being welcomed by her other hand once it sprung. She has had enough of foreplay. While moaning through the man’s blind kisses on her collarbone, Jeemin wiggled her legs, raising the hem of her skirt up to her hips. This gave her the final inch to slide her panties onto the floor, before wrapping her legs around him for a second time. Having already memorized his body to some extent, the woman’s moist entrance kissed the man’s member, perfectly aligned to his tip, the tighter she held him. With a grunted chuckle, Insoo knew it’s up to him to move things to the next step.
His hips thrusted inside her while she kept on crying out his name with bursts of curses about and towards him. The traces of sugar, cream, cocoa, coffee, and soju on her mouth made him initiate another kiss that neither person could resist, muffling her moans through the clashing of their tongue and their trembling bodies. He almost forgot he still had neighbors at this time and day, but he could not care less. He only hoped that no one’s gonna be disturbing their intensifying moment. Backing out was not an option for either of them. They’re too far into losing themselves towards their carnal cravings. Plus, this was a better alternative than fueling the flames to a passive aggressive argument. But the longer they savored their mouths, the quicker their endurance burned out. Panic struck Insoo’s mind. He didn’t want to give into his climax this fast.
With both arms, he stopped his thrusts for a moment and held onto the back of her thighs. His focused burst of strength helped him lift Jeemin and walk to the sofa bed, still impaling her with his rod. The woman yelped, tightening her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, shocked but certainly not disappointed by his surprise move. While keeping his eyes on her, Insoo quickly navigated the area before he could sit down right in the middle of the furniture. However, right as he leaned closer to Jeemin’s lips, she raised his hand on his chest. Insoo knew it was a sign to stop, so he allowed her to give him a light push to lie down on his back. Keeping her position on top, Jeemin had the man under her spell with her assertive gaze.
She helped Insoo take off his muscle shirt, which he tossed right into the corner of the living room, while the latter unzipped her dress from the back, letting her unhook her bra with ease. Without hesitation, Insoo implanted his lips on her luscious breasts from left to right, expecting the woman to let out her light giggles and heavy groans, to which she did while keeping both of her hands on his biceps as the man sucked on her nipples with his sugarcoated saliva. Despite this irresistible motion, Jeemin couldn’t help but give his left shoulder a long and slow pinch, making her partner groan with a sudden burst of sting and stimulation.
“Stop, aaauuugghh, stalling,” she commanded him, still feeling herself being impaled by his thick manhood. “Keep-uh… Going, please!” Despite already riding him like a bronco, her stunning body has only paralyzed him except for his head and chest, still focused on kissing her tits.
Realizing the signs of her plea and movement, Insoo laid on his head flat on the sofa, tightened his core and began thrusting his hips against her crotch, continuing their synchrony in seconds. “Ah, ye. Mianhae!”
“Have you gotten much more toned—” the woman gasped, asking him in a short speedy burst, while grinding gradually faster against his manhood. “—Than last time, fuck! Or am I going insane?” Her own latent observation widened her grin.
“You noticed?” the man chuckled, feeling his ego being stroked while maintaining his paces, although she couldn’t answer, only humming her affirmation. Jeemin’s sudden compliment to him was pale in comparison to her mouthwatering at his shaft still throbbing inside her warm womb, even from his supine position. She leaned down, inching closer to him, making herself wriggle her toes and groan with glee until the man’s tip had met her cervix once again. The overwhelming stimulus prompted her to clash her lips with his while she slowly grinded on his shaft. Her moans and slithering tongue only maintained the stiffness of Insoo’s phallus, having reached the limit of his thick girth, something that even Jeemin could barely handle without her trembling out of increasing stimulation. She broke their kiss first, leaving a trail of saliva between their mouths that fell through as she arched her back and gasped for air.
She tilted her head to the side with a smirk, watching Insoo groaning beneath her with his eyelids twitching and teeth clenching. “Tell me I’m yours…” she huffed, keeping her balance while riding his member in a faster pace to the point she had to grip her left hand on the furniture’s headrest, with her right intertwining and squeezing her fingers with Insoo’s as they felt each other’s growing tremors amidst the growing squeaks of the sofa bed.
“I’m… Yoours,” Insoo breathed, unhesitant to comply, with his teeth clenching while his right hand was pinching one of her ass cheeks lightly. Perhaps that’s how he has always felt about her, even if he never admitted something so vulnerable during their late night talks at the bar or on the bed.
“Aniyaaannhnghh…” Jeemin mumbled, exhaling a chuckle while surges of pleasure continued to build up from her sensitive regions, front and back. Within minutes of continuous movement on the furniture, her amusement eventually devolved into begs the more she felt his throbbing manhood thrusting in and out of her, his tip having completely stretched her insides with every groan-filled pound. “Not—what I—aaaugh—meant!” Despite being already overwhelmed by his pounding, she pushed through her creaking voice and breathtaking grindings just to remind the man, “Make me yours, Insoo-oppa… Jeeeeebb—bbaaali!”
“Majayo!” she cackled at the same time her crazed eyes gradually rolled to the back of her head, feeling her stamina wearing thin the longer she was bouncing on him. “Only yooouuuauuuugggh—fuuuck! You’re so good!” she squealed as if she was hitting a high note, craning her neck upwards and facing the ceiling until her dwindling moans were muffled by their slapping skins.
“You’re, ugghh, mine, Jeemin-ah!” Aside from his racing heart following the sweetness of her passionate pleas, he could also feel the build-up of his seed flowing through his cock. As a cherry on top, he moved one of his hands back to her ass, giving it a single smack that sounded like cracking a whip. “Mine!” he roared with dominance.
The echoes of their praises to each other had gotten through his last waves of endurance across his shaking body. “Jeemin-ah. I’m… I’m—” At any moment, he should’ve pulled out. Maybe, he should just pull it out of her regardless of the case.
“Saaaaafe!” Despite his precautionary concerns, she still knew what his senses were tingling about. “Insiiiiiide-augh!”
One more thrust out of his final vigor, Insoo’s warm and thick seed burst inside Jeemin’s womb a millisecond after. Unbeknownst to him, she already came a couple of times, her last climax being a few seconds right after she was praising him from the top of her lungs. In his eyes, however, there was only one figure of divinity among them, although it might've been his view that was helping his ecstatic perspective about her. On any other day or night, they could’ve gone for more rounds, but it seemed like their trembling bodies had kept them from doing so. Close to losing consciousness, a panting Jeemin fell on Insoo’s chest, her lips landing on his neck, yet she wiggled herself closer to his chin until they landed on the man’s lips. He accepted her advances without question, exerting the remainder of their vigor through this conclusive gesture. This was enough.
The apartment was left with the afterglow of their mess, from the trail of breadcrumbs and icing on the table to the small puddles on the middle of the sofa bed, where they remained lying down for minutes, silently cuddling as a routine, breathing against each other’s chest. And yet, this eruptive morning left both of them still teeming with more unanswered thoughts and unfiltered assumptions about each other through their quiet eyes and far hesitant movements.
Before the awkwardness could settle in the room, Insoo parted and got up first, inching his bottom to move to the edge of the sofa, but not before wrapping Jeemin with a green blanket from the couch on his left, a gesture that she couldn’t get off her mind in the moment that passed. It prolonged the warmth she had with him this morning, after all. A simple gesture that made her confused, flustered, but still conflicted by her current misgiving. “I didn’t know you’d come here, Jeemin-ah,” he admitted with a soft-spoken yet genuine cadence. “And it’s still pretty early, too...”
“Well, our shoot’s all done…” Jeemin wanted to play it smoothly. Even outside the set, she knew how to make a scene when her spirit deemed it. “And when I took a cab to the bar, I found the bartender there to be someone else.” Unfortunately, her experience the night before was far from exhilarating. “I headed straight back to my place. Had a couple of drinks and dozed off ‘til sunrise. I mean, I’m sober now…” She exhaled through her lips, looking down. “But still stupid enough to check on you.”
Busted by her finding, a gulp left Insoo’s throat, yet there was no sign of nervousness from his spirit, simply guilt and despair. Failing to do the bare minimum as a friend to her, he inched closer to her. “Mianhae, Jeemin-ah.” There was no point in giving another excuse.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you quit?” she shot straight, stunning the man for a whole second.
“I should’ve.” He didn’t defend himself further, expecting her quite understandable reaction. “But I just thought it would be better if I moved on—”
“Was it because of me?” she interrupted, surmising his situation based on their last physical encounter. “Have I finally been pestering you with my visits there?”
“Jeemin-ah.” His voice firmed up, himself feeling insulted by her own bitter self-deprecating presumption. Still, he couldn’t say anything yet. Both his mouth and mind were clashing out.
“Just answer the question.” Unlike Jeemin, who’s already had this type of scenario in her mind played out countless times, Insoo was bothered by her own assumption.
“You’ve never pestered me!” he emphasized, failing to realize the heightened volume and tone of his voice. “Jeemin-ah, you said you would be busy the whole month...” The more he argued, the weaker his tone got. “Was I supposed to do something about you being gone? Sulk around? Drink my ass to death? We have our own lives to deal with. We met different people too, and I accepted that… We do.”
He had a point, and she knew that. “Does that mean you’ve been hanging out with Mai-unnie? Minju-yah? Dahyun-unnie?” But her suspicions continued to flood his ear, playing prideful rather than following what she was truly trying to convey. “Did you get yourself drunk with someone else?”
“Jeemin-ah… Mai-chan’s on a trip to Tokyo. Minju-yah rarely drinks, while she still has her own crap to deal with Dongyul-ah. And Dahyun-ah hasn't visited a bar in months ‘cause she’s dealing with new recruits at her company,” he explained, sounding more reasonable. “They’re our friends, sure, but I haven’t met with anyone.” Insoo has always been a ‘people person’ way before Jeemin met him. She didn’t exactly know what came over her, except for jealousy and yearning. “And by the way, you’re asking me these questions like we’re a thing, Jeemin-ah… I didn’t care when you were fooling around with Sanghwa-ssi, did I? The blind dates you were having were none of my business from the get-go.”
He was lying to her as to himself about the latter, but his pride and pent-up discontent kept himself from taking his word back. Luckily for him, Jeemin knew him long enough to sense him through this façade of “throwing a fit,” even if it was something she thought she deserved. A reality check of some sorts. Still, in his eyes lied his guilt in the silence that followed between their distance. Moments like these where anything else but their own words speak their truest feelings. His avoidant gaze and quivering lips. His right hand clenched onto his left wrist, like it was a stress ball.
She realized he’s become more vulnerable. Beyond the charismatic exterior she has mostly known him for. Some things about him looked different too. His eye bags have disappeared. He was working out more. “I was gossiping with Sanghwa-yah about Koko-chan.” Yet she sought to lighten things up first before making her next move. She had to clear things from her own side.
“What?” Starting that moment, puzzles were slowly being solved in his head. The more things made sense, the more wish he could physically smack himself in the head after bursting in a fit of emotions at her, knowing he never wanted to do such a deceitful thing to anyone, especially to Jeemin.
“They were hitting it off lately,” she expounded, making it seem like she was just gossiping with him. Like their usual nights. “He may be a good bodyguard, but he was also terrible at hiding his interest in our giddy little friend.”
He began scratching his wrist as intrigue entered his mind, with relief softening his heart. “Huh… I never took her to have him a certain type, but wow… That’s really nice of them.”
“She might be our little social butterfly. Our consultant, but she rarely got to talk about herself… But, yeah, out of all places, those two finally both found luck.”
They exchanged a lighthearted chuckle. Then, from her words, realization struck both of them.
“You should know that I did have fun being single like you… Like what we agreed on.” A sigh left her lips. Her hand closed to a fist, a moment before letting herself confess her truth. “But the dates I’ve gone to in the past few months were just… Whatever… They felt like a routine.”
“Not even your costars?” he tried to lighten up with the question. This kind of topic wasn’t new to them.
“They’re not you.” This one was. She confessed with a nonchalant shrug and pursed lips, followed up by an embarrassed chuckle, making the man’s eyes widen. “Outside meeting up with friends or my colleagues, I just didn't see the need for anyone else’s company, you know?” Jeemin turned to him, with a soft and coy smile forming on her face. “Especially when I already had yours.”
“I...” Even after their heated moment, they couldn't have been more in sync. “Didn’t know you feel that way, Jeemin-ah…”
“I know I’m not supposed to feel jealous. Or feel anything, really.” She wasn’t daft. Even he’s aware of that. “We never had anything to call ourselves... After graduation, we started fucking around, but we didn’t want to find anything out more than that ‘cause I thought it was enough. No labels and all that.” It has been that way for years now.
“Yeah, we didn’t,” Insoo nodded, pursing his lips through the sting of her truth. It was a secretive and scandalous but simple reality they’ve lived by, but they themselves made such a pragmatic decision, believing that strings wouldn’t latch onto their hearts.
For years, they have always considered each other to be friends-with-benefits at best, but the longer they thought about it, friends was too shallow of a term. They were too scared to even consider the slight possibility, nay the fact that it was more than that, more than talks, drinks and sex every private hangout. But that also made Insoo realize, it didn’t give him the right to treat her like an obsessed hookup or ex, when she was clearly neither, no matter how often he shook off such a possibility.
“I’m sorry for raising my voice…” He lowered his tone down, dispirited by his own realization. “I just… I was assuming you came all the way here after your fancy party just for another hook-up. That was stupid of me to think.” Even if that’s what happened.
“It’s fine.” She didn't deny it at first, and his outburst felt like a breath of fresh air for her, oddly enough. “Though you could’ve just turned me down, you know?” she humored him, although her heart was now beating to tell him something more, now that she’s here. Something new, instead of running around in their non-stop cycles of flirtation and fornication.
“Well…” But at this point, Insoo himself was more afraid of losing her. “Why would I do that?” To someone he has been treating as a friend for years, he couldn't do a thing that would make them more distant. Even if it was a mere rejection of her simplest requests or advances.
“I just felt like an idiot…” She placed her face on her open right palm, muffling her next rambling. “My friends weren't lying when they said I had a crush on you back then. Things were still simple back then.”
Insoo chuckled, gently rubbing his nape while he recalled their shared memory. “How could I forget those nights? I still remember Mai and Jungeun teasing you around me... Saying you were having a supercrush or some—”
Jeemin groaned on her hand to interrupt him, before chuckling in embarrassment at his recollection. “Oppa, come on. That was six years ago!”
“Sorry, but I still remember a lot of that time. Sue me,” he raised his hands with a coy expression. They were still juniors at college, but their first encounters were still embedded in their brains.
“Yeah, fair enough…” She rested her cheek on her palm, with her elbow also resting on her thigh. “Those were fun times.”
Every second of reminiscence let the silence flow across the living room, which Insoo broke as he took a deep breath, instantly catching Jeemin’s attention as their gazes reconciled.
“I know it’s too late to tell everything, but I quit bartending ‘cause it made me think about a lot of things. I’ve had enough of it… I thought I was going nowhere. I felt…” He stared at the white wall, right above the television in front of them. Their past might’ve been filled with sweetness like their meetings, but it was also drowning him with moments of bitterness. “Empty... And trying to fill that with a bottle almost every night, every weekend certainly didn’t help.” From his palace inside the counter, he knew how to fix a library of drinks from the back of his mind, give people a space to celebrate a milestone or alleviate their worsening lives. But none of it was enough to fix his own.
Jeemin swallowed her throat. Her heart was sinking at his confession, making her realize that, despite her own complaints and misgivings with him, she also had her own shortcomings. Her palm immediately landed on top of his hand, her grip remaining gentle. “I'm sorry I didn't pay much attention to you... Compared to how much you listened to me, to us.”
“It's not your fault…” He often chuckled to lighten up the mood of their conversation whenever it entered a far more serious territory, at least when it was on his side. “I didn't tell anyone else about it either. Not our friends, but I managed to open up to my siblings... Plus, I don’t wanna trauma dump right after we just did it.”
She placed her other hand on his before he could turn away or stand up from his seat. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Well, at least I'm trying out new stuff now,” he continued. “If that makes it a little less gloomy.”
Her eyes blinked three times, slightly tilting her head. “Really?”
“Yeah, I started attending programs on catering and waitering.” Enthusiasm returned to his tone. “Those definitely kept me busy.”
“So you're not unemployed as I thought,” she guessed, still relieving her worry through humor. In her thoughts, she was confident that his current pursuits suited him. In a way, she felt proud of him as much as she’s still guilty for having overlooked his own dilemmas.
Insoo chuckled at her fair assumption. “Not necessarily. They got us a few gig offers for now, so I’ll probably be in a similar situation as you in the coming months…”
Hearing his progress, her smile widened. “I'm glad you got things figured out. But I hope you don’t overwork yourself.”
“I was gonna say the same thing about you. You’ve had quite the packed schedule. Got plenty of gigs and offers. Seems like everything’s falling into place for you, too, but it can get a little worrying.”
“Yeah, but I think I can handle my schedules now, thanks to better management… I mean, a lot better than last year, that’s for sure.”
“Dahaengida... And I, uh, I don’t know if I’m saying this as a friend or something else, but I’m really proud of you, Jeemin-ah… How far you’ve come... Maybe I’m just used to sucking up, but I believe you’re always meant for great things.”
She felt it again. Amplifying in her chest. Fluttering in her stomach, much like when her eyes first laid on him six years ago. Since before their introduction. Months before the concept of ‘benefits’ entered the spotlight. “Even after quitting, you’re still a pro at flattering people.”
They broke into another moment of laughter. “It’s not flattery if it’s true,” he shot back.
She shook her head, closing her eyes with euphoria. “Gomawo…” Another set of silence followed, but it was merely because Insoo waited for the woman’s words. Especially with her flutters reaching her ears, her mind was much readier than he was. More resolute than reckless.
“But, umm… Can’t we just start being something else, oppa?” she opened up, having had enough of their silent treatment holding them back. At this point, her feelings became a time bomb. They were about to blow up in his face sooner or later.
He kept his calm, despite already sensing the warmness accumulating in his cheeks. “What… Do you mean?”
“I know we didn’t feel comfortable putting labels before, but…” Her eyes kept moving from left to right like a pendulum clock, before stopping to face him head on. “Maybe we can change it now.” Her line was delivered. No retakes. She was not going back from this.
“You know we used to get into arguments like this before.” Misgivings were still unavoidable.
“Not about us necessarily,” she countered. “We argued about food preferences. About the shit dates who ditched us... This has been our first one in a long time, but we made up, didn’t we?”
“That’s true, but… I don't want us to keep fighting about everything,” he confessed, unabashed that his voice sounded somewhat exhausted or whiny. “Not unless it’s something we truly care about.”
She nodded with a soft smile. He was getting her. “We’ve been doing the opposite for a while now. Plus, we don’t need drinks for it,” she suggested softly. “I say we keep it that way more often... If that's something you’re open with.” Albeit with a last tone of hesitation she had to get through.
His reasoning often takes over in scenarios like this. “What about your status and schedules—”
“What about them?” But she knew that already. It was her turn to show him a new perspective.
He counted with his fingers, unable to leave his logic behind. “On top of modeling and photoshoots, you’re also an actress now.”
“I’m still me, oppa,” she assured him, also expecting this second line of questioning. Despite his suave and charm, he has also been an overthinker and doubter as much as she is. “That didn't stop us before… And I know it's weird to admit it, but even in the most hectic nights and the shittiest gigs I’ve had, I always ended up wanting to see you, Jeong Insoo.”
They both knew they still had some things to sort, but his answer couldn’t be any more clear. Without a word to tell her, Insoo cupped Jeemin’s chin and leaned closer to kiss her. Less messier. Much sweeter. In his momentous union, they heard each other’s heartbeats. The lustful rush they’ve had for each other slowed down and evolved into something more lasting. Their foreheads rested against one another. “Like you said, I’m yours, Bang Jeemin-ah…” he reminded her.
The woman wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling with glee and relief. “Likewise, oppa…” She pulled him into her lips the second time, extending their tender moment while their vision rested.
“You know, I really can't believe my girlfriend’s a rising star,” he confessed as soon as they parted, expecting a defensive reaction from Jeemin as her smile opened and eyes widened.
She gave his chest a light smack. “Yah! You're still onto that… It's just a supporting role!”
“That doesn’t disprove my point, does it?” he egged on his tease with a grin, nuzzling into her neck. “We'll see once the first episode comes out.”
Unable to counter his banter, Jeemin tightened the man around her. Resting and breathing into his shoulder in serenity, she always felt that Insoo was more than just a supporting role in her life. Much like how the man already sees her from his point of view, he has always been a star for her to look forward to every single day, and neither of them would want to change that, now that things had become clearer and far more comfortable between them.
“Do you mind if we stay here a little longer?” the woman hummed.
“Whatever you what… We haven’t had a movie session in months,” he brought up, making her gaze light up. “You up for a morning watch?”
“I’d like that…” She giggled. “We can have something for breakfast too.” The champagne would have to wait, while most of the cake should still be cleaned up and stored in the fridge for later.
“Of course! Let’s do delivery,” he quickly suggested, although a hint of consideration about her still lingered on him, considering her career. “But if you’re not on a diet right now, we can pick a light—”
She placed her hand on his cheek and leaned closer to his forehead, giving it a quick kiss. “It’s the holidays, oppa… That’s like, the least of my concerns… You said it yourself, we can order whatever we want...” The woman lowered and softened her voice further, close to his ear. “Do whatever we want.”
Their lips collided for another moment, while both their hands slowly reached for the remote on the coffee table in front of them, and only realizing it as they touched broke their kiss into laughter. Insoo let Jeemin do the honors of picking their flick. He picked up his phone from the table and opened up the food delivery app.
They would sometimes look back to this morning, pondering that, while their first weekend as a couple began in a somewhat explosive mess, at least they would be able to clean it up together.
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so about my last note from the Naky fic, I lied, sorry lol. I mean, I did consider making a collection of holiday-themed/adjacent quickie fics, but I ended up not doing it 'cause of personal matters. I'm simply not built for that, and I'd rather be content with being slower but still productive, 'cause it's at least a pace I'm comfortable with. I applaud folks like starconstruction, usedpidemo, and others who put out a lot of fics recently. I gotta catch up with everyone's stuff now lmao. some writers have returned from their hiatus slumbers, while some are new, and that's something to be excited for.
and speaking of which, I got a little bummed that I missed a lot of fics when they first came out, because I avoided looking at new releases for the whole month. but overall, I don't regret looking away for a while. a little break really helped me with sorting things beyond the screen and slowly got to focus on writing again XD. maybe a little rusty, but I'll always do my best to improve.
and one more thing: there will be another fic after this. it's already done, but I'll post it later this week. it's also holiday-themed, which is late, but the winter season's still here, so expect that.
okay, yapping sesh is done. thank you so much for reading this. it is always appreciated. have a nice day, take care, and 'til next time! ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ
a/n: I was supposed to write a non-tripleS member after the last fic, but since it's comeback month, I went straight into writing this since their teasers. in hindsight, I think it's worth it, and I hope y'all enjoy it.
“Spend time with your family, Soldier. And that’s an order, not just advice… Arasseo?”
“Yes, Sir,” the young sergeant lowered his humble smile as he saluted his commander. After mirroring his gesture, he got up on the interbase bus. He got the whole weekend, thanks to his first leave of the year, but the one-hour ride to Seoul was enough to make him ponder while staring at the window as each meter of the province passed his eyes.
Geum Junghoon didn’t even consider being conscripted into military service after he turned eighteen thanks to the safety net of getting into college, with him and his friends making academic pursuits their main reason. For Junghoon, he took it seriously. Until nineteen, he was focused on his academics like he was at war with the terror of failing a single class, but was able to loosen up when he got himself invested with a bizarre yet welcoming extracurricular. A year later, turning twenty years old was the first most tumultuous of his young adult life, with the first half turning out to be one of his best years, and the latter half being the worst. But he kept going, and months after turning twenty-one, he made the choice to enlist the moment one of his closest friends got the claws of conscription coming for him. They were already seniors in their first semester.
He had the same right, the same entitlement to take his leave as the rest of his fellow draftees, but even his own commanders were surprised with how seldom he expressed taking his personal leave. His closest companions had to come out and take him with them or include his own name when they were requesting their leave to their officers.
Throughout the whole year, Junghoon spent his leaves taking a bus to Daegu, where his family’s hometown was. But it was still a Friday. Last week, he chose to stay on his base. It was somewhat of a disappointment for them, but Junghoon didn’t want them to worry too much. Other families probably would’ve needed it more was one reason he justified himself, but a part of his mind kept it, so they wouldn’t feel burdened by the demand of his presence on the holidays. It would’ve probably broken their hearts if he ever admitted such a self-deprecating yet honest thought.
He arrived at the bus stop an hour and five minutes later, yet his home was not the first destination to come to mind. The truth was, no one outside their base was still aware of his leave, except that he would be visiting Seoul on Saturday. It gave him a one day grace period before most folks in his life would get closer to his proximity, literally or digitally. With his duffle bag hanging on his shoulder, he took a walk across the street’s nightlife.
Visiting a bar wasn’t his ideal, but it was better than the many times his buddies tried dragging him into a nightclub to party, contradicting his simple desire to explore more of the cultural spots of Pyeongtaek located outside their base, something that he did do by himself at times. Tonight, the memories of his home were slowly coming back to him. The bartender was nowhere to be found, so the man sat and waited on the nearest stool. Taking a quick look around, the location wasn’t as rowdy and crowded as he had hoped. It was the ideal place to settle for the night, and perhaps, it would be the perfect chilling spot. He was reassured by one mentality, the fewer familiar faces there were, the better. Rather than just holding on to his duffle bag next to the stool beside him, the only thing missing was a bottle of quality beer in his hand to continue this night with more silence. He looked at the digital clock above the backbar. The digits reached 10:00 PM just now.
From his left, the staff-only door finally opened seconds later and out came the face of a good old acquaintance who welcomed him from the aisle. “Annyeonghaseyo! Apologies for keeping you waiting.” Without looking too closely into him, her hand reached for an empty glass. “What can I get y—Geum Junghoon-ssi?” Until her vision caught his face.
In Junghoon, there was no disappointment in his face. Strangely enough, he exhaled a sense of relief. “Kim Nakyoung-sunbaenim?” His smile followed after, mirroring hers.
“Yah, daebak,” she cheered, opening her arms wide. “It’s been a while! How are you?”
It’s only been over a year since Jeunghoon had stumbled upon a senior in and out of campus, not counting his closest friends who either resided close to the district of the university or enrolled into graduate school. Nakyoung appeared to be in the former, though he had yet to know more about her current whereabouts.
“So what will you be having?” she asked him, balancing her job to listen to a customer as well as her enthusiastic attention as an old friend. Before his arrival, she seemed to have already entertained some of the locals before they went to their own tables with fellow patrons. At this hour, it’s just the two of them on the counter.
“Hmm…” He tried to inspect the bottles on the backbar, but his cluelessness with brands made him resort to saying, “Just a bottle of your cheapest beer will be fine, thank you.”
“Okay!” Her pitch raised for that one word as she headed to pick a bottle from the fridge. “I’ll give you our finest bottle, then.”
“Oh, aniyo, sunbae…” He shook his head and hands by instinct. “You don’t have to—”
Nakyoung squinted her eyes and pouted at his response. “Cut those honorifics. There won’t be sunbae, noona, or ahjumma leaving your mouth.” She opened the cap with a bottle opener. “And besides, giving this treat is the least I can do for your service. Also, you technically can’t decline a drink from a senior.” A little playful power trip made him feel less isolated than usual, even though he himself was no stranger to following orders.
“Aigoo,” Junghoon chuckled, forcing himself to take the opened bottle and taking his first sip of the night. “Well, this is actually very smooth. It’s nice… Gomopseumnida.”
“Right?” she cheered, affirming the man’s compliment before he took another good sip.
“But in my defense, I’m just going through a mandatory service,” he continued. “You basically give that kind of privilege to any other men who drink here.”
“I wouldn’t say all of them, but touché.” Her smile sharpened into a smirk. “But, still, I heard you did it for your friend, so that’s something else I can respect.”
“Who in the…” His mouth formed into a small gape, caught by her tease. “Told you—”
“Yubam did…” she confessed, raising her hands in the air. “Ever since she started dating Yeonghwan, she’s been close with your group as well.”
He shook his head keeping his smile closed. “She can’t—well, I can’t even blame her, or hyung. You two are just that close… Ever since both our clubs converged, and all that.”
“That’s true, but even outside that, she just cares about you,” she added, albeit adding some playful hints of speculation from her side. “I’d say even a little too much.”
“Well, I don’t think that’s the case,” he shrugged off. “And even if that’s true, she’s more of a sister to me... Aside from my own little cousin and Kotone-chan, I can say the same for Yubin-ah…and she’s taken things with hyung to the next level, like the next level, so I doubt there’s gonna be anything keeping them from staying committed.”
Fascination crawled up to her in the form of a heartfelt smile. She realized he was much more mature than they last had a heart-to-heart conversation. “You’re becoming more interesting tonight, Junghoon-ah… Let’s see what else has the service changed you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I think you’re much wiser than our first talk.” Although one moment stuck to her the most. “I still remember when we prepared our festival booth. You were asking me for advice about how you’d handle your super crush back then like you were begging for pointers about a finals examination.”
“That wasn’t even our last conversation.” He tried to be dismissive, more embarrassed to recall the memory than she was eager to bring it up to him. Sensing the man’s slight discomfort, she went easier with her approach.
“Sure, but first impressions tend to leave a mark more, at least for me… You don’t have to be too embarrassed about it. Just trying to bring back a memory, for ol’ times sake?”
“I wasn’t embarrassed,” he denied weakly, but she’s already gotten through his head. Funnily enough, he’s gone through worse intimidation tactics during his training and service from his commanders.
“All right… I was just curious if something took off. Just don’t want my advice to go to waste, after my little counseling from two years ago.”
“Well, if you’re still that curious, I shot my shot,” he put it simply, to her dissatisfaction.
“And—?” She immediately asked further, as if it was a juicy story waiting to unfold.
“It ended,” he cut it short. “She’s a senior like you, so that’s just how things go, I guess.”
There was audible bitterness in the croak of his delivery. “Mianhae,” she mumbled.
“Don’t be,” Junghoon flaunted his hand away as if his sorrow was something physical.
“I don’t wanna ask exactly how it happened with you, but situations like that didn’t have to end that tragically, though. Just look at Myungsoo-ah and Yooyeon-unnie right now. They’re literally both in graduate school…”
“Exactly my point. Not everyone gets to have the same dream and ambition. I’m happy for them, but you have to admit, hyung got really lucky with Yooyeon-sunbae. Others, well, weren’t so much…”
That same loneliness he had was radiating through her. “I’m with you there, so don’t feel like you’re left out… We are like a lot of folks here tonight. Not all of them, but still... Not everyone gets to be with someone since New Year’s Eve.”
“Feels really assuring, Naky-yah,” he professed, before taking another sip of his beer.
“Just doing my job… We don’t always have to feel pitiful just because we’re alone.”
“Yeah… Speaking of which, when did you first do this whole bartender gig?”
“Oh, I’ve only started six months ago… My harabeoji ran this place for decades, but then he retired and so for the longest time, this was my uncle’s bar... Then he got into rebab.”
“Oh, that’s…” He couldn’t find the next words to describe his surprise and sympathy.
“Gwenchana,” she quickly soothed his concern. “He’s doing his best to recover now… In the meantime, my cousins and I have been taking turns week after week.”
“Ah, I see…” He bobbed his head. “So you’re not gonna be bartending forever, then?”
“I hope not… I’m just taking a gap year… Just working on the side whenever I can like at the PC bang, gym, or sales. Gain some skills I may or may not be needing in the future.”
That was also the story of his life. “You were a dance major, if I remember correctly?”
The mention of her education put an enthusiastic smile to her face. “Yeah, I was.”
“Hmm… I was thinking, why not audition to be an idol?”
“Oh, no… I’m not chasing some dangerous dream, no offense to my younger self… Especially not after all the whole can of worms that would come into that.”
He felt bad by just bringing the idea up. “Yeah, that’s a good point… Better steer your feet away from turbulent waters if they’re not calming down anytime soon.”
“Mmm-hmm… But I have started collecting all offers for a choreographer, or maybe just being a fitness trainer first like I do sometimes.”
“Seems like a good start. I just hope you don’t give up on it… Choreographing, I mean.”
She exhaled with a sense of acceptance and a hint of determination. “I already gave up my idol dream the moment I got into college, so I definitely won’t give up on this one.”
“I do think you could still qualify for an idol in a lot of ways… I heard from Honggi that the industry’s not as weird with age as they were, but even taking that into account, I still believe talent and hard work should still matter the most by the end of the day.”
“That’s sweet…” Her tone shifted into a sardonic one. “But I don’t know what Honggi’s sources are, because that’s still mostly a load of bull… Coming from two girls who have actually tried auditioning in the industry a couple of times… Me and my older sister.”
Junghoon let out a chuckle. She’s had the looks, the talent and skills to be an artist, yet he understood why it wouldn’t be ideal or even pragmatic to make this possibility real.
“In another world, maybe… Right now, I wanna figure out how I can deal with my life as it is… I don’t wanna take out my other options just because I haven’t tried them out yet.”
“You and I both,” he confessed.
“Well… You still have a semester left, but as your sunbae, I still hope you don’t spend the rest of it getting back signing up for a part-time job, arasseo? Make the most of it while you still can… You might regret it once you graduate.”
“You got any regrets, Naky-yah?” He knew he had plenty, but he’d rather hear her side.
“Some. A few, but not as many as I thought. Even if I’m not working at some big studio or agency, I get to do these gigs and hang out with my pals without obsessing too much on going back to campus… But hey, it’s just me.”
“And you say like being a senior makes you seem ill or something,” he humored her, but her mode of lecturing was far from over.
“Just an analogy… But you get my point. I was your senior, after all? I’m just giving you my advice. That’s just one of your perks if you’re lucky enough. Hoobaes will look up to you and ask you some things, even if you might not have the answers, you just tell them as honest as you have to be.”
“That makes sense. But I–uhh… you know I can’t promise anything even if it’s good advice, but I’ll try to balance things out.”
She found the man to be quite stubborn, albeit in an amusing way. She was aware of the things he’s been through, but if she couldn’t change her mind, at least she got to lend her food for thoughts and presence. “You do you, Junghoon-ah... You want a second bottle?”
He just noticed his bottle being empty, making him place his right cheek on his warm hand with a humble smile. Far from tipsy, less hesitant to decline. “Well, who am I to say no? Add that to my tab, bartender.”
“Majayo!” she cheered, walking back to the fridge. “Another bottle coming right up.”
With their futures having been the spotlight of their discussion during their reunion, the next half an hour was spent more with the two catching up from their pasts and present. Junghoon asked for more of Nakyoung’s account during her last semester. Rather than completely press Junghoon on his service, he confessed how he had gained his position as a cook in the last six months.
“You’re like Jungkook!” she pointed out with a cheery cadence, softly tugging his shoulder back and forth. “He was a cook, and he also got promoted as Sergeant.”
“That’s actually what my friends said, but sure… I’ll definitely take that compliment.”
When his turn was over, Nakyoung made him recall about his ascension even before senior year, mentioning his entry to student council and helping out seniors with their farewell party, considering she wasn’t present to join and dine in with his department’s conclusive event a week before her graduation. The young man made her realize that it didn’t matter, admitting that tonight pretty much felt like the party he helped prepare, only a lot less rampant and noisy with all other students amidst clinking their bottles or glasses and grilling fresh meat. Although his description made Nakyoung envious about missing out, she got herself a glass of apple juice just to replicate that moment. Amused by her effort, Junghoon offered to pour her glass, which Nakyoung accepted, somewhat appreciative and embarrassed by him going along with her spirited antics. Tonight was not only a night of reunion, but also a shared night of hopeful renewal.
Nakyoung leaned from the counter and turned her head sideways with curiosity, which amused Junghoon. “By the way, your posture is unbelievably straight, you know that?”
He craned his neck to inspect himself from the back for a moment. “You noticed? Huh.”
“Some fellas from the table are lookin’ at you really funny, so yeah,” she shot back.
“Just how I was trained, I guess… Now, it’s just a habit of mine… I was wondering that if they really served in the forces, they would’ve understood why I’ve gotten used to this.”
“Touché,” the woman chuckled, raising her hands without rebuttal. And throughout their countless topics, they took one moment for their eyes to lock at each other. He noticed her hair had gone longer, but more filterless thoughts made him self-aware.
“I’ll head into the comfort room for a second. Would you mind looking after my bag?”
“Oh, sure…” From the counter, her hands reached out to his bag, and he complied while making sure she barely felt its weight. “Here, just put it right here. Just get it when you need it back.” Nakyoung carefully placed it on a spot under the counter, out of anyone else’s sight and reach except herself.
The scent of the comfort room was cleaner than he expected. There’s more filth when he and his unit were locked inside a room in the Hwasaengbang for an hour. Compared to that experience, this room was a breath of fresh air, although the smaller space has been getting into his nerves. He couldn’t stay inside for so long, but the presence of Nakyoung made him feel less like he was still at the base for better reasons. Maybe it was the warm and welcoming approach she made towards him that made tonight an early welcoming, how amiable the atmosphere between them had felt. After emptying his bladder on the stall, Junghoon headed to the sink, washing his hands along with most misgivings. This woman was making him feel fluttery. He would’ve probably made an excuse for himself about the lack of encounters with women, but that wasn’t true either, considering some of his fellow recruits and even commanders were women, and not to mention the ones he got acquainted with outside Pyeongtaek, when his friends, old and new, persuaded and dragged him during their first leaves at the approval of their commander. At least, those gave them opportunities to venture out into the outside world from time to time.
A tranquil glance into the mirror gave him a flash of comparison between his past and present. The thickness of his skin on his chin down to neck was no longer present. His figure and muscles have never looked more toned. Maybe this progress gave him more esteem about how people might have perceived him before. Maybe it only lessened his concern about it, knowing his confidence has predated his obstacles. With this, a more stubborn part of him didn’t regret going through all the struggle, agony, and discipline that were instilled on him the moment he enlisted. Even if he already had enough of it.
However, the closeness he was making with Nakyoung was making his hair stand up and almost shiver under his coat and sweater when they exchanged laughter, making him itchy enough to want and take off the latter in the midst of this winter evening. It’s not the first time a woman has ever made him feel like this, hence he shrugged it off and warmed his face by blowing air from his mouth while rinsing the liquid soap with water. Comfort with a friend shouldn’t warrant for someone to expect something more from it.
He turned off the faucet and shook his hands, taking a deeper breath before opening the door. Upon exiting the comfort room, however, what Junghoon was witnessing, the view was less peaceful. Noticing the formal suit and his shaggy hair, presumably between his mid-thirties to early forties, it was a man from a single’s table who instantly latched onto Nakyoung’s wrist, only for her to let herself go in a swift motion. Nevertheless, the scene was more than concerning for Junghoon to get his legs running as fast back to the bar, where Nakyoung mouthed to him not to get involved. Something like this shouldn’t be done nor be tolerated by anyone. If no one else was going to handle this uncomfortable situation, his moral obligation pushed him to do something about it.
“What seems to be the problem here, ahjussi?” he kept his tone as composed, unlike the man he was confronting, who already appeared to be at his breaking point, intoxicated.
“Don’t call me ahjussi…” the older man growled while Junghoon slowly walked closer. “You’ve had this chick’s attention in the last hour… You better know your place—”
“I don’t mind being called that, sir…” With her words, the woman stood for herself and her old friend, crossing her arms and maintaining her face of disappointment. “But the ounce of time and attention I give to someone else shouldn’t be your business.”
“The hell it’s not…” He flaunted his empty glass at her, holding it as if it was some knife. “We pay you to entertain—”
“With all due respect, you mainly pay a bartender like me to give you drinks and listen if you want us to listen to you,” she shot back, intimidated by his sudden aggression. “This may not be a love motel, but I hope you can still watch your tone…”
Junghoon was not the only person who chuckled at her clapback. Most of the patrons let out a cackle from their table while others sneaked in their smiles, but it only lit the spark into the man’s fuse. Junghoon remained on high alert, sensing the temper of the man in the suit fizzing out in real time. And at this right moment, the young man saw him raise his right hand holding his glass like it was a rock. He held onto his wrist before he could charge and get a foot closer to the counter, much to Nakyoung’s shock right as the glass dropped on the floor. All of the patrons turned their heads with sympathy and intrigue.
The glass shattered only in a few pieces, but the enraged drunkard took advantage of the chaos by letting out a rabid scream and raised his other hand in a closed fist. Despite the pandemonium, Junghoon’s other hand caught it in time. “You should… Calm down sir,” he warned him with a compassionate tone amidst this slight struggle between raw rage and concentrated defense exerted through their arms and core, waiting until one gave up without throwing any punch or kick from either man. Nakyoung stayed inside the counter, though she began texting someone on her phone while keeping her gaze of extreme concern for Junghoon, considering the man was a little bit taller than him. Unfortunately for him, Junghoon has carried, fired rifles heavier than his arms. He himself could also do much more than holding him in place. Bend an arm and tackle him into the floor. But he waited, staring at his eyes and quietly examining his spirit.
Feeling himself slowly weakening and overpowered, the older man fell on his knees, but Junghoon slowed his fall into the floor. “I, uh, I underestimated you.” The man let out a weak chuckle, yet his right palm has yet to let go of him. “Young man… Joseonghaeyo.”
Junghoon was perplexed by his somewhat humorous response, but he’d rather simmer things down than worsen the state of the place and the night. “Well, don’t apologize to me, Sir.” He knelt down on one knee, leveling with him. “Apologize to our bartender here and everyone else’s night.”
Covered by his own messy hair, the older man’s parched throat hitched before letting out a muffled whimper, slowly putting both hands on his eyes as he continued to weep louder. As Nakyoung was expecting, the bouncer walked in from the entrance, although he signaled her hand to stay put, allowing Junghoon to gently pat his back while silently asking the bartender for a glass of water for the man to drink. In the following moment, he mumbled about his broken marriage, his strained relationship with his children, and his regrettable infidelities. His tendencies to end it all. The young man sighed with woe.
“Just go home, take a shower, and go to sleep, Sir,” Junghoon advised, making himself more vulnerable, despite everyone else’s harrowing concerns inside the bar, with some literally being at the edge of their seats. “It’ll make most things better in the morning.”
With much less of his aggressive entry, the bouncer escorted the whimpering man to the exit, with Nakyoung handing him his suitcase on their way out before leaving a soft bow.
Getting up from his knees, Junghoon quickly looked at her right wrist. “Gwenchanayo?”
Nakyoung exited the counter with a broom and dustpan on her hands, although her eyes scanned his hands for any signs of scrapes or scratches, failing to hide her relief with her wide smile. “I’m okay… But I’m supposed to ask you that question.”
“I just feel relieved…” He exhaled. “Fuck, I didn’t expect this night to play like this.”
“Me neither, and yet you handle it better than I expected,” she giggled before carefully to sweep the shards of the glass off the floor. “Like, seven hundred times better.”
A guilt-ridden Junghoon tried to offer his help with sweeping the mess, but Nakyoung politely nudged her hands, still using her bartender position as a reason to do this job. “Just using what I’ve learned. Diffusing the situation before it can blow up.”
As if Nakyoung’s respect for him wasn’t already high enough, his actions tonight only elevated it. Perhaps more than that. “Bouncer-oppa didn’t even have to do anything besides escorting him outside, so it’s nice… You did a pretty damn good job.”
Aside from his goal of keeping the woman safe, he simply didn’t see himself in the older man as much as he thought, but the long defeat and hopelessness in his eyes weakened his heart. It’s a loss he wouldn’t want anyone else to go through unless they have done something. “Everyone’s got demons they’re trying to fight, so I’d rather have him deal with it than let him bring it out on everyone else…” He cleared his throat. “But enough about me or that man, because, man, you actually defended yourself there really well.”
“Thanks, but if it makes you feel any better, it’s not the first time someone tried to hit on me,” she hummed, feeling some appreciation for both his deed and compliment. “I was just doing my job. That doesn’t mean I have to be a pushover. Folks have already been getting into fights at the clubs nowadays, so I’d rather keep the silence around here.”
“Yeah, but things have been getting stale in here now ‘cause of the mess he and I made.”
“The mess he made,” she corrected him, based on her personal recollection. “You just defended yourself and talked some sense into him. Folks are bummed ‘cause of him.”
He breathed into his closed fists. “Well, I think I may need a snack… You got some?”
“We got a lot of different chips and sweets inside the pantry. I can get some if you want,” she informed him. “We don’t cook anymore when it’s late ‘cause my uncle’s not around, and two, people don’t just order them here when they can but outside…” She paused for a second. “Which is an excuse we also made up ‘cause we can’t cook shit for customers.”
He only laughed off her self-depracating tone, but he already got an idea to make up the mood he somewhat helped kill. “The snacks would be great, but ummm, if it’s okay with you, do you mind if I help out in the kitchen?”
Nakyoung was enticed. She heard of his reputation from their mutual friends even before his enlistment into service, but she has yet to experience his casual culinary expertise first-hand. “You’re gonna show me your cooking skills during my shift?”
“Show you?” he snickered while cracking his finger joints. “Aniyo. You can watch from the bar if you want, but I want to treat everyone here to some anju, if y’all want some.”
She opened the staff-only door for him. “Really now? You’re up for that challenge?”
Junghoon could see the kitchen from afar. Clean but unoccupied, and it bothered him, weirdly enough. Ever since he sat and drank on the same stool in the past hour, he had been itching to do something productive, especially if it could benefit someone besides himself. He looked back at Nakyoung and nodded. “Consider it a one-night exclusive.”
“Can’t wait…” she played four of her fingers on the wooden exterior of a counter. “Get in the kitchen... I’ll help out as much as I can. Buy you some ingredients that we’re out of.”
She extended her hand, prompting him to walk inside. “Appreciate it…” He told her while looking around the stove. This was still a functioning kitchen. “I’ll pay later–”
“Nonsense... This isn’t why I agreed, Junghoon. Just text me a list of what you need and I’ll head to the market down the street.” Nakyoung stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles before opening the door, leaving it open for a moment as patrons could hear and witness her announcement loud and clear. “Hey, yeorobun… Yeorobun! Just for tonight, my friend here in the kitchen is gonna be cooking a couple of dishes straight from our afternoon menu, so don’t be too shy to ask for some, all right? It’ll be on the house! Additional servings will have to be paid, though, but the first servings are free.”
Most of the patrons raised their bottles and glasses in the air with rejoice, with some gradually filling up the stools while they watched him from the open door. Nakyoung threw an extra apron for Junghoon to wear while he scanned the small kitchen for the necessary tools and equipment, as well as stock of ingredients in the fridge and pantry. Ones unavailable were bought by his sunbae straight from the nearest wet market while they juggled handing out more drinks to customers, with some asking for more servings.
A couple more new entries from either the same market or elsewhere would join the bar, buying a glass or bottle of drinks just so they could have something to nibble on the side. Throughout the rest of an hour, Junghoon left everyone else in awe and excitement with his rendition of familiar, scrumptious anju that didn’t take long prep and cooking times. From mung bean and scallion pancakes to stir-fried pork belly and blood sausage, both the cook and bartender were able to serve and satisfy the dozen patrons to high praise. Despite working non-stop, Nakyoung herself was also indulging in small nibbles, while Junghoon would shake his head in amusement while carefully holding the sizzling pan with his gloved hand.
“Your boyfriend here knows how to make some classics…” A patron in a construction worker’s vest and sleeves raised his shot glass with commendation alongside his three coworkers. “It’s much tastier than the last pocha we went to. Wah, this is good stuff.”
She expected such a term from a customer, but it still made her giggle. “He’s just an old friend, ahjussi… But he definitely appreciates your praise.”
“A keeper one, that is!” the female coworker beside the man heckled, making him grunt in agreement.
“Yeah!” A man in a coat chimed in from the stool. “Don’t let anyone else get near him.”
“The guy’s already a tough fighter.”
“I’m sure he can be a fine lover too!”
“Guys!” Nakyoung laughed along with the growing conversation, but she still failed to contain everyone’s intriguing gossip from reaching Junghoon’s ears. Not even the oil could deafen it. “It’s great that y’all are constantly praising my friend, but you might make him uncomfortable if he hears you gossiping about him.”
“Back in my day, most of us women just made our move and married off ourselves to soldiers like him, that is if they didn’t make the move first.” An elderly woman added, making Junghoon let out a chuckle from the kitchen the second Nakyoung entered to serve the latest batch of sausage on a platter. “Don’t take them too seriously,” she told him while passing by, but he didn’t know she’s also telling it to herself subconsciously. Meanwhile, Junghoon himself stole a few glances at Nakyoung’s bartending expertise.
“That’s too crass, ahjumma…” Another man in a suit, in his early thirties, countered the old woman, despite essentially sharing the same sentiment. “These youngins gotta take things slow. Know each other better!”
“Hmm…” The elder one shrugged it off and kept her gaze focused on the young woman. “I was just saying, dear. You wouldn’t want to lose someone like him in your life.”
“Well, I do think he’s not going anywhere, and that’s because he’s a great friend.”
“Whatever you say. I just hope you don’t regret it if you lose him to someone else.”
Considering the bar was of the traditional type, the place had to close down not long after midnight. That doesn’t mean they were completely off the building by the time. After Junghoon paid his tab, everyone else had left except for him and Nakyoung. They shared their final drinks of the night after washing the kitchen equipment. However, most of the side dishes he cooked for the customers had no leftovers after they left with full stomachs, and Nakyoung was no different. Her appetite had astonished Junghoon. The woman was now reclining on her chair, like a cat stretching and, strangely, purring after consuming most of the leftovers. Her midnight munching was further amplified with a couple glasses of somaek with him, something that Junghoon finally took the opportunity of pouring her glass to fulfill as her hoobae.
“Daebak… I still can’t believe how good you eat. Like that’s one and a half serving.”
“Hmph,” she pouted. “You got a problem with people liking your food?”
“It’s not that… I’m just saying you’re just not much of a picky eater, which is admirable, but I’m also wondering if you had dinner earlier today.”
“Oh, I ate a whole bibimbap bowl outside before my shift… No need to worry about it. I’m still on a diet these days.”
“Ah, that makes sense.” That’s just how she ate. Unashamed and passionate like it was a form of art. At least, that’s how he described it from his eyes and tipsy mind. The woman simply eats well as she drinks, and it was another feat that made him admire her.
“Compared to you cooking up multiple units at your camp, it must be a relief that you only cooked for less than a dozen customers tonight. Still, you didn’t have to feed our customers tonight… There are still food stalls and pochas right outside for a reason.”
“I know, but I also don’t mind.” He shrugged off her concern. “I’m just glad I was able to feed some empty stomachs. Call me a suck-up if you want, I just gave everyone free food just tonight… Well, except for the ones who paid, but most of them got a meal for free.”
“I think it’s very thoughtful,” she cooed, lightly patting her knuckle on his shoulder. “And it’ll probably level up everyone’s expectations once they come back tomorrow.”
“Nothing wrong with cooking something simple, so don’t be too pressured about it.”
“Hmm… I’m not pressured about it myself,” she admitted, emanating content and appreciation by his presence and efforts to help out tonight, even if it’s going to be a one-time thing. “But my cousins probably will be once they find out during their shift.”
“They’ll be fine,” he reassured her, crossing his arms. “Stir-fried food isn’t meant to be too hard… You got all the basic stuff here, so that should be a start. You can boil some pork for bossam or cook up a basic jjigae for another upgrade.”
Her lips made a “Pfft…” But she was impressed by his skills. “Easy for you to say, Chef.”
Junghoon fixed his hair, even though it was still faded, to make himself look confident. “I can teach you sometimes.”
She examined his facial features. “Is that what makes you a winner in women’s eyes?”
The shift in her discussion made him bobble his head sideways, but he tried his best to go along since it was a fascinating subject. “In what way?” Her eyes locked into his lips. She didn’t drink as much after her shift, but she’s still lost her own thoughts about him.
“You show folks your skills. You fight, you cook, and you respect and try to understand someone… Like, how can anyone not stick to you?” she whined like she was hyping him up and spewing her disappointment at him at the same time. “Are you that dense, Geum Junghoon? Or is everyone else?”
Her bluntness was making him shiver throughout his spine, but he kept his shoulders straight while her fingers trailed on his arms. “Maybe I am that dense. I’m not the best at noticing those certain things, but I appreciate it when someone brings them up.” He had one past relationship and another encounter, but those were it. “I may know some stuff, in general… But I think I still need to learn a few more things about women.”
The woman realized Junghoon was neither a bad boy nor was he a pushover, like he was another type of guy that she rarely encountered. Following her own impulse, Nakyoung leaned closer, crashing her lips into Junghoon’s. His eyes widened for two seconds, but her lips, her scent and touch were tantalizing, he closed them to indulge in the pleasure he was getting from this moment, sharing it with her. Her lips and saliva tasted better than the better she served him hours earlier, even though he was also tasting it now.
“Maybe it’s my turn to teach you a few things tonight,” she mumbled boldly to him.
Aside from her new look, Nakyoung’s naughtiness paralyzed Junghoon at this moment, despite his body already reciprocating her lustful yearning for him through the burning sensation within him. “Are you sure?” he asked, keeping his index finger under her chin and his thumb under her lower lip, tempted to go for another despite his logical doubts.
She caressed his cheek, warming him up more, but she knew she had limits. They might have shown their actions, but their words have yet to seal the deal. “Mmm-hmm… I am. If you are, too.”
Closing his eyes at the same second, Junghoon solidified his reciprocation by kissing her the second time with abandon. Within seconds, his tongue dilly-dallied on her lips, until she opened for his entry. While their lips were smacking and tongues were dancing with graceful rhythm, Nakyoung was the first one to submit to their libidinal inquisitiveness by sliding her hand on his chest down to his abdomen, following her hunch for his six pack, as she discovered it. Sensing Junghoon’s shivers through the vibrations of their lips, Nakyoung broke their kiss and giggled while catching her breath. “Mianhae,” she muttered. If the exchange of their saliva wasn’t enough, their breaths were also fuel for their lust for each other the longer their foreheads rested on each other in this armistice.
He began to pepper kisses on the woman’s neck, inciting a yelp from her. “Don’t be…” She muffled her moans, prolonging and deepening them in the process, while still fully cognizant of where they were. Even if they’re inside the staff-only room. “Go ahead,” he encouraged, making her move her fingers on his abdomen once again. Junghoon started leaving hickeys through the sounds of his lips, making Nakyoung bite her lip at the same second she began inspecting and trailing her hands on his stomach like it was a precious jewelry that she was willing to own for herself until she leaned her lips on his once more.
“I guess there is one thing I have yet to eat tonight,” she purred, gripping onto his bulge, already rock hard for her touch. Even until this point, her wit would’ve made him laugh, but he could only groan at how she was able to take control of his body with her smooth movement. He didn’t doubt her being an expert, hence he let her kneel down in front of him, while she unzipped his pants. “Seolma… I never expected it to be this big…” For a simple test, Nakyoung gave his junior a few kisses, starting down his testicles up to his tip, slowly hearing the reaction she had hoped from him: giggles in-between groans as he arched his neck backwards and back leaning on the chair like a king being pleasured.
Finding his ‘pleasure receptors’ to be perfectly “functioning,” she shook her head with a snicker and licked her lips sideways, cracking her neck joints and maintaining her focus on the tip of his hard standing manhood. She let out a purr and made sure that he could face her the second she gave him a wink, playfully telling him, “Jal meokgesseumnida.”
An enlivened Junghoon heaved with laughter, but his amusement was cut short right as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The man held in his anticipation while she took him in, slowly and surely. Feeling his tip reach her throat within seven seconds, Nakyoung started to bob her head on his manhood, moving up and down while her fingers massaged his balls at the same time, slowly being lubricated by the saliva drooling out of her mouth. “That’s really, ugh, good, Naky… Fuck, augh—” The moans leaving Junghoon’s made him clench his teeth, only to loosen up as seconds pass the more surges of pleasure spread throughout his nether regions,going up to his spine. This was merely a blowjob, and yet Nakyoung’s prowess was already making him lightheaded in the best feeling imaginable. Maybe it’s simply the fact that he hasn’t felt a woman’s touch for a long time or that the alcohol was slowly taking its effect, but this paralysis of pleasure was reaching its peak within several minutes of their slurping and moaning, making him feel like his shaft was being sucked on by a hot and wet vacuum cleaner.
The same build up in his body was slowly accumulating from his balls up to his member. Junghoon couldn’t help but hold his right palm on her head, with his left arm anchoring and wrapping on the chair’s head as his legs were stretching between Nakyoung, his toes wrangling inside his shoes while delaying his climax with all willpower, only for a quick perception to remind him not to fight against his primal feelings, and more importantly, against the exemplary service she was providing him now. If he wanted this tonight to become more, for him to pleasure her, he had to give in to the power of her masterful mouth. And so, Junghoon felt his climax reaching its finish line, he gave three thrusts that made Nakyoung moan in surprise and intrigue. She was about to receive his warm and thick seed, and her impatience only accelerated her bobbing until his fingers began to claw into her hair as Junghoon’s final thrusts finally triggered an eruption inside her piehole, going straight into Nakyoung’s tongue and flooding down her throat. This was one trigger he had yet to have full discipline over.
Despite having done the least movement between them, Junghoon was also almost out of breath, but gratified by her valiant effort nonetheless, especially when she swallowed his seed with a long and loud gulp. “Miss Kim, you are wild.” He fixed her hair while she inched closer to his right knee, humming with satisfaction at her final feast of the night.
Resting her head on his thigh while he gently caressed her, Nakyoung kept some of her seductive spirit alive through her voice to tease him. “You don’t know half of it.”
He wanted to lean down and kiss her as a form of reward or simply gratitude, but they heard three knocks on the entrance doors. It was locked, but the loud voice of a woman that followed only made Nakyoung stand up and wipe her mouth with a paper towel on the dining table, making Junghoon follow her pace as he pulled up his undies and pants and kept himself watchful at the entrance as Nakyoung unlocked the staff door to holler out “Jamsimanyo!” with a polite yet compelling tone.
“Aniya.” She noticed him slightly shivering. “It’s just a patrol officer. They often visit at this hour. You stay here for a bit…” She gave his shoulder a light pat. “Relax…”
“Oh…” He gave himself a deep breath and straightened his posture. “Okay, sure.”
“And, umm, I still have to close this place,” she added, informing him with a coy tone. “But… If you don’t mind waiting, my apartment isn’t too far away from here.” Slowly, she pursed her lips, but her smile was already noticeable from his view. He’s not the only one feeling lucky tonight.
Rather than staying still inside the kitchen as told, he began organizing the equipment he used back to their proper storage. “No need to rush… You can talk to the officer. I’ll help clean up the kitchen.” There was nothing to be ashamed of having some little fun.
After apologizing to the patrol officer and letting her inspect the area, she even saluted Junghoon after finding out his status, the pair spent five more minutes closing the bar. As Nakyoung told him, it took the three blocks of playfully chasing and following each other’s path on the pavement before they finally reached Naky’s apartment. While still latching onto his moist lips, Nakyoung allowed Junghoon’s hand to drop his bag on the floor next to the couch, giving him more access to her naughty mouth for another round.
Parting herself from his clutches, Nakyoung gave the signal to undress their own clothes in front of each other with an excited grin, as Junghoon understood they were mentally competing against each other on who gets to strip down and jump on the other first. It was Junghoon who deliberately slowed himself down, stripping to his underwear after Nakyoung had tossed away her shirt and pants on the floor, stunning the man with her curvaceous body, still covered by her black bra and panties when she galloped towards him. Junghoon braced himself as she hurled herself like a projectile, lips first colliding with his. On this cold, winter night, the pair only have each other’s warmth to provide. The woman wrapped her legs around his waist with her arms around his neck, helping him carry her body as their mingling bodies guided them all the way to the open door of her bedroom. She gave him a little push so he could land themselves on her bouncy bed.
Falling on his back on the mattress, Nakyoung did not hold back, keeping her lips locked and tangled with Junghoon, whom she had pinned down. She’s a ferocious big cat, and the man’s her meaty prey. Her hunger began on mainly his lips, now spreading down to his cheek, neck, and clavicle through her licks and kisses, which Junghoon had also been craving to taste from her once the tables had turned, if they even would turn, tonight.
“You know,” he mumbled. “You can’t… be the only one… who has gotten a taste…”
“So,” she exhaled with anticipation, keeping herself composed. “What do you propose?”
Before he could think, this position had already given him the answer. “Sit on my face.”
Astonished by his boldness, Nakyoung took her panties off right top of him, blindly throwing it behind with her gaze focused on him. Junghoon could only hum with arousal while she inched herself closer and closed the gap of her thighs between his head, giving his mouth the perfect angle of aligning with her already wet cunt. She held both hands onto the headboard, slightly bending her upper body forward for a better reach, while Junghoon gripped her legs like rollercoaster restraints. Nevertheless, he still had to begin, once she leaned down and whispered, “Ready when you are.”
Inching his head until his mouth made contact with her vulva, Junghoon began planting a few kisses. Giggles and hisses left the woman’s mouth, realizing she’s reacting just like him when she sucked him off. In her case, however, her folds have begun receiving the slithering movement of his tongue, prompting her to tighten her grip on the headboard while relishing on it moving from down to upwards. Junghoon was now getting his first taste of her nectars. Without completely giving all the weight of her bottom on his chest, Nakyoung slowly rocked herself back and forth, grinding on his moving mouth like she’s also imagining it being on his cock. “Good… boy,” she moaned, unbeknownst to her that her own soft encouragement and movement, complemented by the scent of her cunt and bottom, has once again made Junghoon’s cock rock harder.
And yet, he didn’t want her to turn around, as much as the idea intrigued him. This round was meant all for her, as she had pleased him earlier. While almost restrained, this position didn’t stop him from massaging her buttcheeks with both hands and fingers inches apart from each other, kneading them like dough. Nakyoung bent her back a little further with her moans growing louder, now salivating as two major stimulations were slowly taking over her body the longer she kept grinding on his face at a faster pace.
Junghoon started breathing through his nostrils, taking in her intoxicating scent before widening the gap of his mouth between her folds, giving his tongue a chance to reach up to her clit, amplifying her yelps, increasing the ammunition of her one-word praises and muffled curses the longer pleasure was building up within her, under the sound of his consistent slurps. While her head was facing above, Nakyoung’s eyes started rolling to the back of her head, letting herself wail with delight by opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. She couldn’t hold herself any longer, feeling the pressure breaking free.
“Baby, fuuuck!” The woman grinded three more times before coming to a full stop and shivering once she released a stimulating cry into the ceiling until her voice gave out in pure libidinal bliss. Her juices finally left her nethers, squirting and spilling down on the man’s face like a broken dam, from his mouth to the bridge of his nose. As her legs still shivered, her ecstatic ascension to paradise only lasted about three to four seconds, but it quickly dwindled down while she caught her breath, resting her forehead close to the headboard. They would have to take things to the next level for it to be much longer.
Nakyoung got herself off his face, her remaining essence dripping on the mattress as she landed next to him, her crotch still leveling with his head. But upon finding Junghoon’s face splattered with her juices, she immediately got up from the bed and reached for a couple sheets of napkin on the desk next to the door, wiping the puddle of fluid off of Junghoon’s face, to his appreciation while they’re both sitting down on the bed.
Nakyoung whispered her compliments to him, questioning his experience right until she eventually spotted his standing cock, still hindered by the fabric of his blue underwear. “You were hard all this time?” she questioned him, her pitch slowly raising. The belated realization made her sigh. “Man, I should’ve faced the other way around.” She gave him a peck on his cheek. A gesture she made from her own subconscious. “Mianhae.”
“Gwenchanayo,” he assured, slowly holding her hands and leaning in to savor her lips, something she also couldn’t get enough of. Their bodies rolled until Junghoon was now on top of Nakyoung, keeping his weight from completely falling on her body with his hands. Their chests hugged tightly, him feeling her breasts. This tempting sensation sparked a sense of intrusive regret in his mind, mirroring Nakyoung’s a few seconds earlier. He probably should have been on the bottom earlier. Still, the woman had her hand holding onto his crotch again as if it was going to fall, but she was simply getting impatient. Junghoon signaled her help in taking off his undies, which she dropped to her right, falling on the carpet next to the bed. “You got condoms?” he quickly asked.
“I got some. Inside the night stand,” she pointed to her right. Junghoon quickly got off their intimate position and inched closer with his knees to open up the drawer, finding one pack of condom packets. “You’ve been this intimate with other men?” he wondered while putting it on. Not judgmental, but rather curious due to his own adrenaline rush.
“Not just men,” she admitted with a smug smirk, something that only made him chuckle and inch closer to her lips, which she hungrily welcomed as she placed her hand on the top of his head, clenching onto his head. During this makeout session, the tip of his cock kept colliding with her still wet vulva, inciting scatters of moans and chuckles from each other’s mouths while their tongues clashed, tasting traces of their own meals and drinks, from the spices-filled savoriness of the stir-fried pork to the bitter and sweet beer & soju.
Even with her eyes closed, Nakyoung took the chance to unlock her bra, although not from the back, a special sight that left Junghoon speechless when he opened his eyes and extended his arms to look at her. “Holy…” he wheezed in disbelief at the size of her breasts. It might not be the largest pair he has seen from any woman, but the chance of being able to touch one of the largest ones was further fueling his curiosity about her.
“Eat up,” she encouraged him, resting her arms on the bed. With a breathy smile, Junghoon dug his face between her breasts with his lust-fueled mouth deploying his tongue to taste the woman's smooth and salty skin. He inched closer to her left nipple, giving her areola soft kiss while his left hand gently grasped onto her right mound. He noticed the mark of what appeared to be small wounds on her nipples. “Does it hurt?” he had to ask, despite his concerns contrasting the hollers of pleasure from her mouth.
“Not… aaugghhh… Not at all. Please keep going,” she kept twitching and groaning at his lips now focusing on her right tit. Moreover, she already saw him taking a slight pause. “I guess, umm, you, uh, noticed them, right? It’s where the piercings were.”
“Yeah…” he chuckled, continuing his massages and peppers of kisses on both breasts while she squirmed. “It would’ve been… pretty cool to see them… To be honest.”
“Stop… it,” she shook her head, having failed to predict his remark, but still enthralled by his faultless performance so far. “Fuck, you’re, uhh, good… Auuggghhh!”
“I’m serious,” he doubled down before leaning his lips to give her left tit a brief suck, making her yelp and chuckle. “It’s cool, but, umm, it must’ve hurt putting them on.”
“A little bit,” she confessed, showing a small gap between her index finger and thumb. “But it’s worth it…” She felt comfortable telling it to him. “I’m a curious girl, you know?”
“I can tell.” They both laughed at his banter, right as the magnets on their lips activated.
“Okay, that’s enough,” she patted his thigh and inches closer to his left ear. “I need you inside me.” That moment shut his eyes, as another wave of shivers went down his spine. He gave her two quick kisses on her lips and chin before his fingers went down her cunt, making her let out stimulated moans that have now become a delightful tune to his ears.
“Wait…” she stopped him, and herself from reacting. “Not there. Not yet.” He surmised she was still “recuperating” from the face-sitting earlier. Even a teasing touch from his three fingers felt sensitive for her. He instantly understood that she needed more time, but her hands would redirect his fingers to another hole. His eyes only widened. Her asshole? “We can do something else, if you want,” she advised him with a soothing tone, sensing the uncertainty on his face. “I just need to give my other hole a little break.”
“It’s just…” He paused for a second, but he realized that by the end of the night, they’re still friends. “I haven’t done this before... But I want to do it, Naky-yah.” There was no point in hiding it. Just because he was hesitant, that did not mean he was against it.
However, she let out a giggle, not of mockery, but appreciation for his honesty. “I’m glad, Junghoon-ah.” She caressed his left cheek. “I’ll guide you from behind… Okay?” Junghoon took a few inches backwards before Nakyoung bent down on her knees and held her hands on the headboard once again, wiggling her butt to entice him further, as if the combination of her butt, legs, and her wide grin wasn’t enough to make him drool.
After taking a deep breath, he inched himself and slowly pushed his cock inside her hole, expecting Nakyoung’s groans to continue in a louder volume while he kept pushing. “Jebal, just keep… goiiiiiiingghh!” she begged at the same time the man was feeling half of his member inside her tunnel as it tightened around him with every breath she took. Nakyoung was already shivering out of both tension and stimulation, but there was no pain throughout what she was feeling.
He knew it wasn’t the first time for her, but that also made him extra cautious, as he and his cock were curious. Little was he aware, not only has Nakyoung’s intrusive side been craving for someone to enter her asshole since the last time she experienced it, but she had also been training herself for a night she never expected would come sooner. With her brief and concise instructions, Junghoon aligned his throbbing, still wet member with Nakyoung’s hole and inched himself closing their distance seconds. The simple feeling of getting poked by his tip made her bite her lower lip to muffle her noises, before encouraging him to keep going inside. Junghoon reached his right hand, which Nakyoung took by instinct, intertwining their fingers.
As he felt the end of his shaft next to her stretched slit, both parties reached a standstill, giving them a moment to brace themselves for the next step. Junghoon slowly flexed his muscles, including his erect cock, and began to thrust his hips inside her clenching hole. Similar to how he would do it inside someone’s vagina, he gradually quickened his pace and rhythm inside this tighter hole. Digging her face on the mattress, Nakyoung slowly clenched all her fingers, both around Junghoon’s and the headboard, going along with the impact of his continual thrusts, allowing her wails of ecstasy to muffle through the bed until her throat tired out. Junghoon grunted through the rhythm of his hips, feeling his rubber-clothed manhood move inside her back and forth, slowly sensing the same stimulating build-up inside him when she was sucking him off within several minutes.
The lingering discomfort he had from the mere idea of anal sex from earlier has now converted into pleasure. She turned her head to the right with her tongue sticking out, undoubtedly inviting Junghoon to stretch his neck and devour her mouth with his own. Their lips and tongues clashed while their nethers kept grinding against each other, and combined with Nakyoung placing Junghoon’s hand under her right breast, their layers of stimulation arose from minutes to seconds. The woman could hear herself squirting down her cunt, prompting her to part her lips from him to catch her breath and let her moans reach her partner’s ear louder and clearer. Such sounds were enough to give him the final thrusts until the accumulation of his semen had swum up and pushed to his tip, finally climaxing inside the condom with one heavy howl on the top of his lungs.
Nakyoung wiggled a few inches away from the headboard and finally lied down on the bed completely. After pulling it as slow as he could, Junghoon adjusted to his left before he landed on the bed. Still, the former didn’t let her hand go off him, yearning to feel his chest respire on top of her back. Much to his surprise, he wasn’t as heavy as he thought. He felt at ease resting next to her, sweat and all. As they both calmed down, Nakyoung slowly turned around to face Junghoon, just so she could retain some familiarity to his lips. She broke their kiss almost thirty seconds later, the man’s forehead resting on hers. “You mind if… we wash ourselves… A little bit first?”
“Of course…” He backed off, inching away from her to sit on the bed. “Take your time.”
“You can head in first, if you want,” she suggested. “You really don’t need to take long.”
Both had the thought of inviting each other inside the shower, but the bed was their own ideal battleground for tonight. They’ve sat and stood long enough at the bar for them not to relish in the comfort and easiness of Nakyoung’s bed, where they could let all loose all night long, as long as their breaths and bodies willed it. As soon as the woman exited the bathroom, she walked straight to her room to find Junghoon waiting for her with a soft smile. No phone in his hand or anything, just curious about her bedroom, although his clothes and bag were in the living room. Somewhat touched by his patience, Nakyoung wrapped her arms around him in an appreciative embrace, closing her eyes while he snuggled on her chest without any words from either of their mouths. But this wasn’t a romantic date. Their touch slowly burned back into a tension, one that pulled their lips back to each other in no time. A moment that made his flaccid cock harder in seconds.
Pulling her into the bed so she could lie on her back, Junghoon broke their kiss and was about to reach into the nightstand, but Nakyoung gently held his wrist. “No need… I’m on the pill,” she clarified. A clueless Junghoon only nodded with a slight snicker. He realized that it seemed like he was already lucky from the beginning. “It’s time, Junghoon-ah…” She gave him a quick tease, spreading her legs and folds apart with her fingers while sticking her tongue out for him to see. “I bet you’re familiar with this one.”
He snortled with closed lips. She wasn’t wasting time. “Let’s see if I still got it.” And neither should he. Now having more familiarity with this kind of situation, Junghoon crawled closer to Nakyoung to close their distance until his tip had met the hole he had been hoping to enter all night from the second they entered this apartment. While he was slow with his approach, his entry through his pussy was far smoother and stickier compared to her asshole. It gave him the lube to keep going, despite his girth needing a thrust to go further.
Nakyoung could only muffle herself with the back of her left hand, unable to repress her moans, as in the field of sex, they were as essential as breathing. A reaction to the stimulating object entering and stretching her insides the longer he took, she instinctively wrapped her legs around him like a boa constrictor. Like earlier, a brief standstill occurred once his tip had reached its limit, and it gave Junghoon the trigger to take a breath and start thrusting inside her with his renewed stamina.
The stronger she bounced and moaned with abandon, Nakyoung raised her voice, yet retained her shameless tone just so she could ask him. “Have I… Been… a good girl?” Although her voice was already alluring to Junghoon’s ears, she placed her palm on his left butt cheeks, giving him a tight yet stimulating squeeze that made him moan loudly.
“Aniya,” he retaliated, deepening his voice with a grunt while accelerating his assertive hips against her. “You’re, unhn, fucking, hnnnngghhh, a bad girl… Kim Nakyoung.” He gave the side of her right hip one quick slap, hoping it would reach her ass cheek as well. The bbubb—baddest!” Missionary might’ve been his default position, but doing it with a feisty and more experienced woman like Nakyoung made his heart race faster than ever. The flexibility in her legs and the endurance of her body gave him some upgrades he never knew was possible.
She looked to the ceiling from feeling an electrifying surge coming from her bottom, giving Junghoon another opportunity to lean down and not just kiss, but lick the sweat off her neck while she processed his playful words and enthusiastic slap. “That’s, ungh, right… I am! Nggghh… So bad.” She was feeling lightheaded as her vigor was running thin. “And you’re so…gooood!” Thankfully for him, Junghoon was catching up to her.
Halfway through their climax, Nakyoung muffled her moans into determined grunts. She was itching to switch things up, so mustered some of her strength and suggested something to Junghoon. He listened with his body, efficiently helping Nakyoung rise without pulling out of her as if they were stuntmen. Their position has been changed, with both people leveling each other while still keeping up with their grinds against each other’s groins. Wrapping her arms around him, Nakyoung’s more balanced and graceful grindings complementing the rawer and forceful thrusts of Junghoon has become this pair’s perfect combination in order to quicken their mutual objective. The joint pace and rhythm of their bodies has reached harmonious synchrony, creating miniature chaos to their surroundings as the bed squeaked louder. Thankfully, it could handle worse.
“You’re actually a good—” As his legs began to tire out, he struggled to complete his final word. “Girl! Mgh!” His tone lightened up the more pressure had gathered in his genitals. This position had also given him the chance to taste her juicy lips, rewarding her for making his night while making sure that his thrusts make her bounce with delight.
“Ne!” Nakyoung cheered, unabashed with her sudden tone of submission towards him. While still bouncing on him, she leaned a little backwards, placed her left hand on her left tit and showed them to Junghoon, and through his primal urges, he sucked on it without hesitation, making Nakyoung dig her chin on his left shoulder while letting herself loose through crazed whimpers and unintelligible high praises. Not long after, the growing intensity of his pounding made her dig her nails down his skin.
Junghoon had only felt a miniscule of pain from her nails, as the dominant pleasure drove him to such as much as he could, until the build-up in his shaft made him stop. “You’re, nnngggh, breath…taking…” he added, rasping more through his movement.
At this point, the continuous thrusting of his cock and bouncing has already reached multiple sensitive spots inside Nakyoung’s cunt, from her opening all the way through her cervix, which his tip kept on bumping. “Soo… Are… Yooaaaaugghhh! Junghoon-ah,” she started begging. “Imma—Fuck me… I’m cloooooose!” Despite her lust fueling her to keep going, her mind knew it was getting too much for her body to handle. With the last ounce of strength in her throat, she pleaded for Junghoon to do it inside. Luckily for her, the man was also close. His thrusts slowed down so he could put his hand on her chin to give her a soft kiss. Nakyoung closed her eyes and invaded his mouth with her tongue, focusing on the sense of comfort he provided her as they reached their final stop.
Three more slow yet firm thrusts from him, and the woman let her juices break free with her orgasm. Junghoon came a split second after her, bursting his cum inside her womb. In this standstill, both partners kept each other tight and warm with their arms around each other. Their heads rested on each other’s, sharing each other’s breath and admiring each other’s beauty in the afterglow of their battle. Nakyoung gave him one more kiss to seal their success for the night. Unbeknownst to Junghoon, that was her way of saying thank you. “Still got it, I guess,” he surmised right as he pulled out of her, leaving the remainder of his seed dripping on the cover.
Still catching her breath with him, Nakyoung exhaled a louder laugh at his realization. They still got a few more juices left in them, but a couple more rounds after that, they could only listen to their bodies’ pleas to settle down and lie still in silence, huddling against each other and dozing off until the night skies would brighten up into dawn.
= = =
It was six o’clock in the morning. He didn’t need to hear it, but the sound of the wake-up calls of their commander still echoed through his brain, as it has in the last four hundred days. He still had a lot more days to go, but today’s silence was such a whiplash for him.
Nakyoung stopped snoring, finding his neck hovering off his pillow. “You’re not at your base, dude,” she mumbled, caressing his chest. “Relax…”
“I figured,” he chuckled with relief, inching himself backwards so he could recline on the headboard. Carefully, he took the rheum off of his eyes with his left hand, wiping it on himself. “I, uh, just haven’t gotten used to it.”
“Yeah, well… Now that your panic’s out of the way, you wanna stay for a bit?”
A sense of hesitation made Junghoon blink a few times, considering if there was something more from their wild and passionate night. “Hmm…”
“You know, this doesn’t have to get complicated, Junghoon-ah…” But she sensed it from his expression. “We just had a lot of fun last night.” It’s not the first time she’s seen that from someone, but Junghoon’s a dear friend. She was not letting that go when they still had something important to treasure beyond the ‘carnal element,’ something they only discovered last night. “And you’re a dear friend to me.”
He rested his head back on the pillow. “Yeah, I couldn’t agree more… It was great.”
“Which one?” She always has a habit of making sure she doesn’t fool herself. And him.
However, he understood her sound explanation quite well. “You as a friend… And the sex.” He wanted to thank her directly, but perhaps this should suffice.
“Mmm-hmm,” she giggled. She wiggled closer to his head, retaining her closed smile. “I know it’s still super early, but do you want to have ramyeon for breakfast?”
His eyebrow raised at her phrasing. “Is that meant to be a euphemism or..?”
“That’s up to you to decide…” Nakyoung straddled him, making him hold onto her hips. Their faces were once again only inches apart. Their noses clashing as their lips waited. “We don’t have all day,” she insinuated, before closing her eyes as they kissed sweetly, indifferent to the morning breath in favor of their remaining lust for each other.
The whole night and throughout this morning, he has almost forgotten he was at his base. Jogging. Marching. Firing. Tackling. Being tackled. Cooking. Washing. Sleeping. Tolerating loud noises. Reading. Contemplating. He had also been doing most of those routines outside his service. With this being one of the exceptions, he took advantage of hanging out with his friends as much as he could, and meeting new ones when he could. The year had only begun.
After washing up and leaving Nakyoung’s place more than an hour after breakfast, Junghoon packed up and took another bus to his neighborhood. On his ride home, he received a couple of texts from the only person who was aware of his punctual arrival.
[Naky-sunbae]: Junghoon-ah!
Hope you got home safely.
Thanks for helping out at the bar. I owe you one.
And you know… After that, ㅎㅎㅎ
Don't hesitate to visit again after your discharge.
Drinks will be on the house!
Till next time, Sergeant! Hwaiting! 𖹭 ≽ - ˕ •マゞ
Junghoon only let out a chortle. He knew that Nakyoung didn’t even owe him or had to owe him anything, but the simple profession of thanks from her warmed his heart. He typed his replies not long before he arrived at the stop.
Walking silently to his old neighborhood, the faces and voices of his familiar neighbors quietly cheered on and welcomed his arrival as he walked past the nearby markets, corner stores, and residences. It was still early in the morning, after all.
“Oppa!” Of course, one face among them was more familial to him as it was familiar, and her voice was the loudest of them all.
“Soomin-ah…” Junghoon’s little cousin waited from the gate of his home for the longest time. Their late grandmother’s and his late parents’ boarding house. Walking to her, he accepted her warm hug. “You’re here early… Imo and sachon aren’t even here yet.”
“Legally, it’s still our boarding house,” she shot back while their embrace broke off. “I can just go here even without my parents, you know?”
“Next year, it won’t be,” he reminded her. “That’s why your parents got you a dorm.”
She pouted, extending her arms wide. “It’s not as cozy as the house. Not as spacious!”
A little overreaction, but he knew he couldn’t relate. “You slept here for like, one night.”
“Twelve nights,” she corrected, including the times she slept over after her first visit. When he was at the military camp. “I’ll probably treat it as a guest house, you know?”
“Do what you want,” Junghoon chortled as they walked through the house gate. “Anyways, how’s college so far?”
From that moment, it wasn’t easy for the young man to stop spilling her words to him. Nevertheless, there wasn’t an ounce of irritation or annoyance in his emotions. Not in this mood, anyways. He couldn’t be any happier to be back, even for a short while.
In the following days, momentous news was announced to their unit. They were going to be transferred back to Seoul State University, finally authorized by their institution and their camp’s highest commanders for their students to complete the remainder of their service on campus for the next six months, or less depending on how long they finish. Junghoon had already finished by then, graduating college by June.
After that morning, Junghoon and Nakyoung saw and went out with different people during their phases of exploration. And yet, their friendship persevered and solidified over time. It was a friendship that might come off as scandalous to most who became aware, but it was productive and pragmatic. Free of strings, at least when they were free of any committed and romantic relationships. It was something that both of them could benefit from one another, behind the sheets, or anywhere else they met. When times got tougher, it would only take them a text or call away from loosening themselves up.
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There's no doubt that I may have gotten inaccuracies with the whole mandatory service system thing. I did my best to research it along with some creative liberties, since you know, it's still fiction (au).
If you may find a lot of stuff here familiar, I'll clarify that this takes place after Our Story, Like a Romance Novel Ch. 6 and before the events of A Cold Summer Fling, except for the short epilogue. Like the latter story, I intended this to be readable and understood as a standalone one-shot, but they're still connected because same universe and all that shenanigans.
I really don't have much to add here. I'll probably just try my best writing a one-shot that isn't gonna reach this word count, (this was originally meant to be 6-7k) because fuck, I need to discipline myself more often lmao. anyways, I hope y'all stream and enjoy tripleS msnz and also ILLIT's comeback for that matter. as always, thank you for the read and attention. take care, stay healthy, and until next time!
Last one before going on vacation. A bit of a loose cannon, no-nonsense story. I didn't edit this too much nor work too hard on making a good plot. Keeping with (new) tradition, the title takes from Vaundy's Fukakouryoku.
This is also Sakura's second appearance for me; that midriff is just too good to be ignored!
3,437 words of Miyawaki Sakura. Enjoy!
[The next station is Meguro, Meguro. The doors on the right side will open.]
That was the last thing I had paid attention to. Three-fourths of the way through, I kept repeating to myself, "I shouldn't have enrolled in this program." It was either this or another temporary work—a rock and a hard place. Having only a token crowd to walk through, given the mild day. After a few streets and three flights of stairs, I was now beside Sakura, and her hands were on my leg. I tried not to mind it, leaning toward my laptop as I typed away over our combined report. Yet, she leaned closer, and growing up coed, this just felt a little too much. We hadn't had much to drink, not a whiff of alcohol—it was too early for that. We had just taken a late post-lunch. Snacks, all snacks.
I just needed to be polite. I strung my sentences for her and the keyboard, and typed, asking.
"What's with your hand?"
"Hm?" Sakura answered. I knew she heard me.
She was surprisingly cocky about it, too. For all her calm nature, she was jogging that line well. Even Shinjuku's best nanpas, sleazeballs they were, would be little match to her when she flirted, confident that anybody would eventually give in. I just needed to take a chance. A token resistance. Though I had done myself a favor before I left. Even in her own private space, I was not counting much on her. Denial. The more conscious brain wanted to make it awkward, even if the more primitive part of it thought that if Sakura moved her hands further, I wouldn't be too critical.
"You seem a bit tense," Sakura noted. Feeling her fingers press a bit, was I?
"It's your hand."
Sakura turned to look at me, teasing with a smug expression on her face. We had done group work before, and the gesture was not exactly unusual. Though it was a bit strange for her to do it now, how flirty of her, in her apartment on a gloomy Friday afternoon. I had signed myself out of a relationship for some time now, and so had she. She had my guard down, disarming me, hands up, caution to the wind. Her large eyes were scanning me, creeping, waiting. Rubbing my fingers over the keyboard, she knew I was thinking about taking her bait. The cards were all in my favor, lest she might lend me a cold shoulder from here on, so I considered myself hungry.
“Want to take a break?”
“Sounds nice.”
I just sat there, now with my attention on Sakura, not entirely frozen, thinking whether I should lean into her lips or not. She huffed and smiled before doing it herself. I then realized that my lips were dry, hers weren’t. Pushing herself forward, it seemed more trivial as she made it even. Her hands slide up and cup over my crotch, slightly recoiling at the sensation of a classmate being this bold to advance so early. Then again, it was a break; it was supposed to be quick. Facing my chair away from my desk, I didn’t break away as we both leaned into one another. Feeling her tongue with mine, smooches breaking the white, lulling noise of the room. It had not even been a minute since she initiated. What happened to all that talk of making things awkward?
“Don’t be so loud,” I whispered, sliding my hands up her thigh now, “There’s a family next door. Isn’t it?”
Her big eyes were distracting, dazzling me, as her hands slid up my body. It took her a second to reply. Flashing a smile, her tongue stuck out the side before responding in a whisper.
“I like that better.”
Continuing, my hands squeezed every part of Sakura I could. Though just as she was groping between my legs, I slid my hands into her shirt. She didn’t seem to mind, even hearing a faint moan leave her as I squeezed her tits. It was an ordinary bra. I squeezed some more, feeling fuller than I thought, or maybe just thirsty. I felt my pants tightening in return as she began to trace my hardening shaft through my thin pants. Rubbing ever so slowly as we made out. Yet, just as I was about to invite her to kneel then and there, moving ourselves to her bed. The chairs had become too limiting.
In a twist, I was the one lying on the bed. Sakura pushed me downward, propped by my arms, sliding her hands on as she mounted me. I wondered why she looked at me like that when, in reality, I wasn’t much. Leaning down to make out, more torridly now, that I could feel her warmth on my crotch as she grinded slowly, perhaps as a prelude to things to come. Both of us wearing smoother clothes did help make things easier. Satisfied with our lips now, it was again her turn to push things. She took herself off and pulled me to the end of the bed, my feet on the ground as she knelt between my legs.
Seeing as my pants had no zipper, the only real way was off. Hands on the hem, Sakura was already pulling down just as I was pulling the tie off my pants. Only a few seconds separated that and my cock springing free from my boxers, not even letting me slide my pants off completely. Only half-erect, she smiled at it as she tied her hair. Without hesitation, she caught my tip between her lips. Her hand sliding up to my balls to cup them, and pulling at my foreskin, left my tip only at the mercy of her tongue, cradling it as she rolled it around. A solid shaft greeted her in return.
Stroking my cock, she asked, “Does it take you a while to get hard?”
I, bravely, asserted not. Honestly, I was just waiting for Sakura to take me in her mouth. A little faster now, she quipped again. Sticking her tongue out to let some spit drip. My reply had a tinge of impatience to it; dry beating just wouldn’t cut it.
Sakura smiled, complying as she did so. Parting her lips, hand on my balls, as no sooner than she stared, her head bobbed on my cock. Getting harder in her mouth while hollowing her cheeks and letting her saliva just slide down. Hearing a gag or two as she forced herself to reach the end. Her eyes turned to meet mine as she would go through my length, gawk, making quick work of me, gawk. Before letting me go with a pop, stroking me for a few seconds before taking me again. My cock began to twitch in her mouth; she knew her cue.
I leaned forward some more. Sakura adjusted herself to my cock, the up-and-down motion of earlier now back-and-forth. All in an effort to extend myself, my hands slid down her shirt and grabbed at her tit, kneading at it. Looking further down, another advantage of her loungewear became apparent. Squatting, her free hand was inside her shorts, the fabric leaving little to the imagination as her two fingers writhed under it. My balls hung and felt softer in her hands as she softly massaged them. Her mouth’s fluids I could feel trickling down and touching her palm. It had turned into a messy affair, and to think, only a few minutes had passed.
Sticking herself down one last time, Sakura’s neck craned, struggling a bit, yet sucking hard as she pulled before a loud pop. Hand on my cock now, she stroked me, satisfied with herself. Huffing, she swallowed twice before collecting her words.
“Well, that’s nice, isn’t it?”
I just nodded, not wanting to say any more. Standing up, she slid her own shorts down. Giving me a view of her pussy, already somewhat wet by her own fast fingers.
“Wait, let me,” I said as I put my hands on her hips and pulled Sakura to me. My best imitation at lifting her shirt up on one hand, the other around her thighs. My kisses on her tummy made her feel ticklish, and she giggled as my lips met her toned, flat stomach, even if it was just a brief touch.
She was telling me to wait, though mirroring her haste as I leaned to lick her pussy. By the time I heard her, I was tasting salt on my tongue. Feeling her shuddering, spreading her legs, sliding her hips a little upward to make it easier. Caressing her thigh, she didn’t stop me, and could only groan as I stuck a finger in. Looking up to see her meeting my gaze, running my fingers through my hair. Using my other hand to pull her close, I couldn’t tell if what I was doing was right, though, given how easily it slid in, it seemed so. Maybe, mindful of my unattended cock, I felt her pulling away. Now she was really telling me to stop—I thought it wasn’t fair.
“Alright, enough of that,” Sakura said as she leaned down, pulling me out by the wrist. Even as we understood it was casual, she kissed me. It was carnal. Loveless. Asking me if I had a condom after. Unrolling it, then stroking me for a bit. Ideally, just not too hard. Lastly, straddling, she pushed me down.
“Let me ride you until I cum.” Sakura said, following “Is that okay?”
I just nodded. It was just a break, after all. Feeling the sheets shuffle as she placed her weight on it, both her hands arrived at my shoulder, both of us taking a breath as I felt my tip kiss her lips. Not even sliding it to tease, barely any time to look down, obscured by her shirt, she essentially slammed herself down. A moan left her, a long exhale for me, as I filled her. I felt myself tense up and lean further backward as she began to move.
Yet from how Sakura was breathing, her eyes were locked on me the entire time. She was just as tense and was being undone. Holding her up straight, I squeezed her ass. I was calm, sure, but I needed to attempt to be, having been a while for myself. I tried to ignore that a tight woman, a classmate no less, was on top of me, slowly picking up her pace. I felt her warmth as her walls hugged me, her wetness helping make it easier for her. Though it seemed she was catching her breath as much as she was moaning, eyes fluttering, mouth hanging open. Was it an attempt to quiet herself?
“Are you okay?”
Sakura just nodded, stating the quiet part aloud, “It’s just been a while.”
I wasn’t moving, but being tight, it made it much harder to hold myself off. Yet, I didn’t want to leave her wish unfulfilled. Telling her to stop, I pushed us back, a side effect of which thrust me balls deep inside. Lying down, my legs barely up on the bed, she switched into a grind. Our eyes rolled back almost at the same time as my toes curled. I shut my eyes and let the electric feeling take over, before finding myself staring at the ceiling, then her. It was something we hadn’t felt for some time. I held her by her hips. Keeping herself upright, as my gut began to twist, the pressure of her bearing down was starting to get to me. I held my breath by just a bit, a long contrast to the groaning woman on top of me.
Perhaps I should be the one to help Sakura cum. Hiking my legs up, I pushed her forward, our thighs meeting as I began to thrust from below. Shrieking, arching her back a bit as she paused, holding her by the hip while her ass recoiled and rippled against mine. She looked for a place for her hands as I pushed her down, and decided my wrists were nice. I told her, straining while she held me, to take her shirt off. It would’ve been a terrible waste to not see her tummy at a time like this.
Once she had, she resigned herself quietly to me, more so shrieking and squeaking weakly as she turned her head upward. Though when she looked at me once, her eyes glazed with a proper kind of pleasure. Then I sped up, though that wasn’t to last for long. Better for the weary, now I had something else to worry about.
Stopping for a second, Sakura took back the initiative. Helping herself to it, hands on my thighs, and me moaning at its unexpectedness. yabai. Having cut her hair, it all offered an unobstructed view of her. Watching and feeling my cock show in and out, I just let her indulge herself. Grinding and struggling to keep her eyes open, slowly rolling them and her mouth shut, forcing a cut to her pace. Almost there. I bided my time. A twitch and I readied to retake the reins.
Propping myself up on my back, Sakura seemed surprised, yet never missed a beat, placing her legs in a squat, her arms pulling me close before kissing me. She continued to move, up and down, as I slid my arms around her back. Suddenly thrusting up as she reached the bottom. Catching her pace, a long exhale, and a silent gaze left her before I gave her a peck on the lips to snap her out of her trance. Her moans hitched in volume and she continued to move herself, the wet impact of us making itself heard from below.
I never stopped, and she never said a word, her face beside mine. Only sounding off with rushing breaths, measured moans, and weak shrieks; it was a symphony. I kept my eyes open, trying to ignore my own twisting gut. Sakura had to go first. Then, letting off a moan before weakly whispering it to my ear, I wouldn’t have believed her if she hadn’t shuddered so hard afterward. Yet, she continued to move. Then, a second later, just me. Her composure completely collapsed as I helped her to it. A rumbling mess was all that remained of her once she finished, deeply breathing, sweat on my palms as I caressed her back. I could only imagine how she looked.
“You came too?” Sakura asked as she faced me. I shook my head.
“Never thought I’d last this long,” I admitted. Spontaneous encounter, no long foreplay, a hasty blowjob. I felt like I was given another chance. I think she was about to ask how I wanted to finish, though, being on the lighter side, her arms on my neck, legs already in a squat, and tired from all her riding. It lent me an eureka. Whispering to her.
“Want to be carried?”
“Hmm, maybe from behind?” Sakura asked back.
I insisted, for reasons unknown. After sulking for a bit, and a fair amount of looking at my cock. She replied, “Well, I’ve never done it before.”
That made me even more nervous. Because I’d never done it to anyone, too.
"Alright then, hold on," I said, slowly adjusting myself without having her get off. Standing up, I felt her weight, trying my best not to trip forward as I held her ass. Though when I tried to move, I realized that I had slipped out of her. One hard clench later, and a moan from Sakura, I was inside her again.
Moving her against my crotch, I lifted her up and down with my arms while my entire cock was inside her. Her face could only collapse, letting out a quick groan before biting her lip. Both of us staring into one another. I tried my best neutral expression. On the other hand, her shaking exhales, slight squint, and wet lips invited me to do more. It felt good for her, but it was also new.
That's when I started to thrust. Holding her in place, planting my weight on the floor, swinging my hips forward. Even more, she put her weight on me, feeling her shudder as the slapping sound started. It was intermittent at first, though it quickly became the only thing next to her moans that I could make out. Slap, slap, slap, slap.
"Wasn't this supposed to be quick?" Sakura blurted out.
"It was?" I replied jokingly. Straining, trying not to forget to breathe, carrying her, doing everything at once.
"Go faster." Sakura then commanded.
Looking down, her tits were shaking where they were. I knew I should've gotten rid of her bra. Though at this rate, I was just distracting myself, if she hadn't cum so easily earlier, I would've pushed her off. So when I did, she pulled herself closer. Like earlier before she came, I could hear everything she said, or whatever else, unintelligible or instinctive, from her mouth. Even the warmth of her breath made the hair at the back of my neck stand up. Telling her how tight she was, however, made her smile even if I couldn't see it. Though facing me again, she wanted a look too, yet her face was the sight I wanted. It was rare to come across a face like that, more so during sex.
Getting wetter by the second, Sakura had that furrowed look again, biting her lip as she tried to shut herself up. I lied about one thing, though: There was nobody next door, the family left not long after she did. I came clean to her about it. She was slightly frustrated at me, and I don’t remember why, either.
“You can be as loud as you like now.”
With the last of my stamina, I pushed myself to speed up my pace. I had to finish like this. Sakura, on the other hand, yelped and struggled with her grip. Her moans and groans quickly filled the room as I thrust forward and up, all while my arms were turning numb from holding her. Spreading my legs even lower, I could feel my gut beginning to twist again. I wasn’t going to stop now. Neither was she. Taking me well, and catching a glimpse of the condom, a shiny sheen on it as it effortlessly slipped in and out. Her tightness was too much already, so were her taunts, and I began to twitch. I could barely form my words, and only tighten my grip on her when I did. She did the same, telling me to “just cum.” Not long after, I let myself go with a grunt, and it all came to a halt, filling the condom with a large load.
Catching our breaths, it was so quiet I could hear my head. My cock was beginning to feel limp after such an intense orgasm. Sakura snapped me back to reality with her lips, sliding out as I returned it. Lightly tapping me, she said.
“You can put me down now.”
So I did. Helping me, she pulled the condom off. Tying its open end, but couldn’t help herself, commenting on how heavy the plastic felt now. As if her own juices didn’t make it so slippery. Both of us were amused—I found it unusual—and had a one-to-one score with each other.
We cleaned up after ourselves, glad I brought an extra shirt. Handing Sakura almost all her clothes, she walked over to the toilet. Once I got out myself, looking ever so slightly relieved, she asked.
“Want to grab something downstairs?”
Sure, why not? It’s almost sundown, anyway.
After we went back up, we pretended nothing had happened. Though I know I liked it that much, even giving myself boyish erections just thinking about it. We were able to down another five pages before somebody mentioned dinner. Deciding to grab some cheap gyudon, we then took a stroll around. Getting coffee and finishing it at the riverside before walking back. Though at the last alley, where nobody could hear us, she was goading me into another round. Closing the door, Sakura got her wish this time. I never protested; she didn’t even want to get on the couch. She just bent herself over her coffee table and let me take her there. Her neighbors still hadn’t arrived.
Huffing together after I came inside her again, Sakura turned to me and said, playfully.
Nakyoung fic that I did for a writer's prompt thing.
Length 2.8K
Nakyoung x Mreader
“Hello everyone, I'm Ji-Hyun Park. We have an urgent report to share with you tonight: Researchers have identified a novel type of pollen affecting our country, which has led to strange physiological changes. Initial findings are showing that persons inhaling these airborne spores exhibit enhanced libido, prolonged states of arousal, and more forceful climaxes accompanied by copious semen release in men. Additionally, many sufferers experience profuse sweating. The Ministry of Health advises citizens to remain indoors whenever possible and seek medical attention if experiencing severe symptoms. We will provide further updates as more information becomes available. …If you find yourself feeling especially... passionate tonight, please take necessary precautions to ensure your safety and comfort. We advise all viewers to stay inside and avoid leaving their homes until we have more information on the danger this contagion may pose. We have a member of the Ministry of Health here to explain further.” The sounds of the news slowly quiet as Nakyoung stares at the text on the screen. Her mind was filled with thousands of thoughts all at once. Most questioned whether what she had seen was actually true.
“There’s no way, right? Something like that can’t be real.” Nakyoung looked to her left, out the window, noticing a thick yellow pollen blanketing the ground. The idea that it could be the pollen spoken about in the news ate at her; she rushed over to the window and closed it. The pollen had gotten in, though. The wind had carried it in and sent it into her face. Nakyoung sneezed loudly, rubbing her nose immediately afterward. “Oh no, oh no,” Naykyoung mumbled to herself, waving her hands in front of her body in worry. In her panic, she couldn’t think clearly. It took the young woman a couple of minutes to think about washing her face. She ran to the bathroom, turning the water on all the way and splashing herself with it.“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Nakyoung told herself, staring into the mirror as water ran down her face. She picked up her phone and snapped a quick picture, looking over her face for anything that could possibly tell her she was infected. She took a sharp breath after studying the photo.“I’ll just go lie down. I’ll wake up and be fine. There’s not going to be anything wrong with me.”
The young woman walked to her bedroom and climbed onto the bed. Nakyoung sat on her bed for a moment, her mind filled with worries about the pollen that hit her. She could vaguely hear the news continuing from the living room. She lay down, burying her head in her hands, worrying about whether the pollen would have its way with her. “It was just a little pollen. I’ll be fine.” Nakyoung briefly thought about you, “Oh.” Before she could worry herself, she thought about how you probably saw the news too. “He’ll be fine, too. We’ll all be fine and laugh at this when it blows over.” She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, placing a pillow over herself and trying to fall asleep. She counted sheep, eventually drifting off to sleep.
Had Nakyoung been listening more intently to the news coming from the other room, she would have heard the next announcement. “Affected areas include Busan, Daegu, and Gwangju. If you live in any of these areas, please stay indoors unless absolutely necessary. As it currently stands, the rest of the country should be aware of this pollen, as the winds could carry it northwards if they change direction. There is no forecasted change, but be aware.” As it turned out, Nakyoung had nothing to worry about, but the young woman didn’t know that.
When Nakyoung woke up, she felt funny. The longer the young woman lay in bed, the stronger the reaction became. Nakyoung’s body felt hot, and as minutes passed, it felt like it was on fire. She moved her hands over her body, twitching when her hand crossed over her breast. The young woman had barely touched herself, but it felt like so much more. As Nakyoung looked down at her body, she noticed her nipples poking through her shirt. As she shifted in her bed, the rough cotton dragged along her sensitive nipples. Nakyoung let out an audible moan, small waves of pleasure hitting her. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, moaning softly as the shirt flicked the small nubs. She tossed her shirt to the side and stared at her sweaty body. Nakyoung gulped as her attention shifted from her breasts to her lower half.
There was a tingling sensation. Nakyoug held her breath, slowly shifting her hand down her stomach, stopping just above her cunt. Even though there was still a layer of clothes between her hand and her slit, the tingling sensation got stronger. “I shouldn’t,” Nakyoung repeated to herself. She was sure this was the pollen’s effect. The sensation she felt only got stronger, centering around her slit. A desperate need to touch herself came to her. Nakyoung held off as long as she could, biting her lip and trying to drag her attention elsewhere, but it was impossible. “Just once, just once, and it’ll go away,” Nakyoung told herself, hoping that her statement would be true. As soon as Nakyoung’s hand touched her slit, it felt like lightning had struck her; a powerful jolt of pleasure crashed over her. “Oh shit,” she grunted. “Oh, fuck,” The pleasure quickly overwhelmed Nakyoung, she slipped her hand under her shorts and touched herself.
She was amazed by how wet she was, or she would’ve been in the pleasure she felt from the simple touch, which wasn’t driving her crazy. Once she started, Nakyoung couldn’t stop herself; her mind had stopped working the moment she touched herself. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as her fingers circled her clit. Her other hand went for her tits, kneading one. She caught her nipple between her fingers and pinched it. Nakyoung’s room was filled with moans as she played with herself. The pleasure was building up inside her. When Nakyoung’s fingers brushed against her clit she cried out; the pleasure was overtaking her completely. She had never felt so good in her entire life. Nakyoung craved more. She moved her hand lower and pushed two fingers inside her tight cunt. “Fuck! Oh my god,” she moaned, her body shaking as she approached her climax. Nakyoung pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt, staining her thighs with her nectar as she threw her head back and came. Nakyoung’s body continued shaking as she experienced a powerful orgasm; it was like a paralyzing explosion had gone off inside her. She couldn’t control her body; it stayed frozen in its position until her body began to calm down. Her breathing was heavy, and Nakyoung felt the heat between her thighs slowly dissipate. She looked at her hand, spreading her fingers apart to see her nectar stringing along.
Nakyoung brought her fingers to her lips, smelling them before they circled her lips. She opened her mouth slowly and tasted herself. As she did, the heat between her legs returned stronger than before. Nakyoung moaned loudly, pulling on her nipple while she brought her other hand back to her cunt. She rolled onto her stomach and raised her ass, fingers curling inside and rubbing all the most sensitive spots. “Fuck, it’s so good,” she murmured. Her fingers weren’t enough, though; she needed something bigger. Her body craved it. The young woman glanced at her nightstand.
She paused her self-pleasuring to crawl to it. Opening the drawer, she grabbed the toy she kept hidden inside. She brought the tip of the purple vibrator to her lower lip, teasing herself by moving the tip between her folds. Nakyoung pushed the vibrator deep into her cunt, pushing every inch inside her body. She fumbled with the toy before finding the switch. “Shit,” she whimpered, the toy churning inside her. A thin prong is rubbing her clit at the same time. Nakyoung came immediately, her body trembling. Even then, she continued to move her toy, pumping it in and out. The fact that it was vibrating inside her and against her clit was melting her mind. Drool pooled in her jaw, overflowing slowly as she fucked herself.
“Oh god, fuck me, fuck me,” Nakyoung moaned, her body tingling all over. She rushed to feel the intense pleasure again, thrusting the toy quickly. Nakyoung’s thighs became coated in her nectar as she moved the toy quickly, splashing herself with the liquid. The way the toy flicked her clit was heavenly; it was making Nakyoung cum constantly now.
You came home late, and the moment you stepped through the door, you heard Nakyoung. Her moans were clear; it was enough to make your cock harden. You brush the pollen from your hair and clothes as you step in and walk toward the bedroom.
You peek through the door to see your girlfriend fucking herself like there was no tomorrow. Her ass was high in the air, her shorts around her knees. The sight was more than enough for you to get over there. You push open the door, Nakyoung turning to see you stripping out of your clothes. She might’ve figured you got caught by the pollen, too, but she was too focused on the pleasure she felt to do so. She saw your hard cock and tossed the dildo to the side. Nakyoung spread her lips for you, shaking her ass as you got behind her. “Mmm, put it in. Please put it in,” she whined. Nakyoung rubbed her clit, keeping the pleasure going as she waited for you to fuck her. You grabbed Nakyoung’s waist and pulled her toward you, your cock slipping inside her slick cunt with ease. Nakyoung’s body tensed as you pushed inside her. She brought her fingers to her clit, circling the sensitive nub as you began thrusting. “Yes!” Nakyoung cried out in pleasure as your cock filled her tight cunt. She pushed her hips back, trying to get started on your thrusts.
Her walls clung to your cock, squeezing it as you rammed your length deep into her cunt. Nakyoung begged for more, biting at the bedding. Her body was tense, the constant waves of pleasure crashing over her, driving her crazy. She had already cum so many times, but her body wouldn’t calm down. Now that your cock was inside her, she was experiencing the real thing. The heat from your shaft spread across her body. You grab at her arms, pulling them back as you piston in and out of her. Her body slams against yours as you pull her back in time with your thrusts. Waves roll across Nakyoung’s skin as you collide with her; her breasts bounce. Sweat ran down her body, dripping off her chin and flying onto the bed. Her hair was plastered to her forehead. Nakyoung’s moans filled the room, overpowering your grunts. “I’m going to cum,” she whined, repeating herself as you continued to ravage her. Nakyoung kept her head down, biting her lip. She wept as her climax approached; her walls clamped down around you. “I’m cumming,” she whined again.
She came on your cock, coating it in her nectar as you thrust a few more times. You pull her back further, your hand wrapping around her neck as you bring her into a kiss. Nakyoung welcomes your tongue, letting it explore her mouth as you bury yourself inside and cum. Your other hand found her clit as you stayed in that position. You circled her clit, flicking it gently and making Nakyoung squirm in your arms. “More, give me more,” Nakyoung mumbled.
As you let her go, Nakyoung lies on her back. She pulls her shorts off the rest of the way and tosses them to the side, spreading her legs for you after. Your cum dripped out of her used cunt, her puffy lips glistening before she covered them with her hand. Nakyoung spread her lips, offering herself to you. “Cum inside me again.” You push yourself inside Nakyoung again, grabbing her legs as you drive your cock back into her. You nip at her neck, marking her body as you enjoy her. Nakyoung moans your name, mind muddled and completely fixated on the pleasure you gave her. She held your head against her neck, moaning weakly.
“You’re so tight,” you groan, continuing to thrust into her warm core. Your sensitivity was higher now; you wouldn’t last much longer, but you continued moving. They were quick thrusts, practically slamming themselves against Nakyoung. She wrapped her legs around you, keeping you inside even as your wild thrusts drove her over the edge again. Nakyoung had no control over her body yet again. She lived for pleasure. As your thrusts sped up and your cock began to throb, Nakyoung pushed you deeper, wanting your cum to fill her womb.
“Breed me, breed me, breed me,” she whined like a brat. You buried yourself inside her, shooting your cum straight into her womb, the massive load draining you of your energy as you fill Nakyoung’s belly with your semen. Nakyoung threw her head back, eyes rolling into the back of her head, a wicked smile on her face as she entered a new world of pleasure. She could feel every spurt of cum entering her body; unlike the first orgasm, this one kept going. You kept cumming inside her; to her, it felt like it was lasting forever. Her tongue hung out of her mouth. She was in heaven. Nakyoung used her feet to push you deeper, as her walls squeezed out every last drop.
You both pass out from exhaustion. When you wake up the next morning, you're still buried inside Nakyoung. The young woman was still asleep, but stirring slowly. “What happened?” She mumbles, her body sore and aching from yesterday’s events. You push yourself up and pull out of Nakyoung, your cum oozing out of her well-used cunt. She rubs her head, memories slowly coming in. Her eyes go wide, not because of the massive creampie she had received but because she remembered the pollen story. “Are you okay?” She asks, placing the back of her hand against your forehead. “Your temperature seems fine. Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You have pollen all over you. It’s in your hair.” Nakyoung moves away from you, fearing the effects the pollen might have on her a second time. “It’s what made us crazy yesterday.”
“What? How would…ohh. I see what’s going on.” You knew what she was talking about now, but it seemed like Nakyoung didn’t know the whole story.
“Yeah, you’ll make us sex crazed freaks.”
“Like last night?” You ask, knowing full well about the situation.
Nakyoung blushes, biting her bottom lip and turning away out of embarrassment. Never mind that she didn’t cover her nude body; she was more focused on the idea of being seen as lustful. “Y-yeah, like last night.”
“Nakyoung.”
“Yeah?”
“You are a sex craving freak.” Nakyoung's mouth hung open at your words; she was flabbergasted that you would call her such a thing.
Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke, “W-what do you mean? I’m not some sex freak.” You struggled to hold back your laughter. The situation was more than you could ask for. You’d get to prove Nakyoung wrong on something and get a good laugh out of it.
“You are. That pollen you’re talking about is nowhere near us. It’s only in the south.” Nakyoung stares at you as if you were speaking a foreign language.
She shakes her head, “No, what are you talking about? The news said,”
You cut her off, “The news said it was in Busan, Daegu, and some other places.” You pause for a moment, allowing your girlfriend to digest the information. “Everything that you did was all you.”
“No,”
“Yes,” you reply with a laugh. You get out of bed and grab your phone, pulling up a news article and letting her read it for herself. As she reads, you continue speaking. “Everything was all you. I found you using that vibrator on yourself. You were going crazy.” Nakyoung’s face turns a deeper shade of red. She’s forced to see that the pollen was just regular pollen, not the kind the news had reported. All her actions were solely her own.
“What about you cumming? There was so much,”
“You begged me to breed you. How could I not cum a lot from hearing my girlfriend say that stuff? It was hot,” you say, still chuckling from the situation.
“I- well, I’m not…” Nakyoung couldn’t find a way to defend herself. “Placebo, it was the placebo effect.”
“I don’t think that applies here. I’m pretty sure that’s only for medicine.”
“Noo,” Nakyong whined. “I’m not a sex freak!” she slammed her fists into the bed. The young woman would not accept that fact at all. It was the pollen’s fault. She would stick to that story to the end of time, even if she had committed to everything herself.
I did what I can—been hyping myself up for a year too.
As for the last part. I'm quite happy with how my three-parter turned out, even if the numbers don't reflect it. I would want to write more, but the other girls need attention too. But hey, Kaede might post something that can make me.
It is hard to write when you're falling out of love. That being said, it's nothing short of a miracle to me that I was able to finish this one. Once again, as with the whole series, I hope it hasn't been terribly corny. A much shorter, epilogue-like act from the second one—a little kinkier, too. To round things off, this is titled after my favorite song from Vaundy: Todome no Ichigeki.
5,162 words of Yamada Kaede. The muse of my longest work so far; fluff, then the first round of smut. Enjoy!
By the time my eyes opened, I was already late. Looking out, I knew the only way was to wait for the bus to loop again. Though telling Kaede about it, she herself had committed the same mistake; the couch had become too soft for her to resist.
Going down and trying not to break a sweat as I briskly walked to our street. I could only describe myself as running on autopilot; into the house, out onto the station, and back onto the bus. Though I still dozed off, I was glad nobody saw me jolt awake, my brain being too alert the next time not to miss her stop. Two loud knocks on their gate five minutes later. Peeking through the gate and seeing the door open, catching her with a blank expression until she opened the gate, almost pulling me inside.
"You're late!" Kaede said as we entered the house.
"Well, I got these," I replied, raising the plastic bag in my hand. We need more water this time, I thought earlier. Kaede just slapped my chest, knowing what I implied before taking it from me. Two successive, tiring engagements will wear anybody down. We both had more casual clothes now. She had her hair down now. In the summer, we wore long, but thin, pants paired with two very different shirts to complete it. Asking her what she did with her miko attire, to which she remarked she would need to wash it twice as usual.
Setting it down on the counter, I did what I could to help Kaede with dinner. I didn't want to fall asleep again and just have her do the cooking. Stirring for her, it wasn't until I was looking over the stove that we realized she had made enough for tomorrow. No harm in eating more than usual, and for breakfast. Checking the time once we sat down, it was quite later than the normal time we both ate.
We started eating quietly, a common thing between Kaede and me. Our first house date shared a potato-rich curry and some accompanying vegetables. Although about halfway through, with clicking chopsticks and empty bowls of soup, we began to share a conversation. The topic was expected. As always, she needed to rub it in a bit, and I expected to dismiss myself.
“You know, I was not expecting you to be that good.” Kaede began.
“Oh, I just got bored on the internet sometimes.”
Though now, it was my turn to spin it around.
“And you, just how many AVs did you watch to learn that?”
“Well, just recently, I think? Hmm…,” Then Kaede held up four fingers.
I, out of jest, asked her to name their actresses. She only remembered two, and I couldn’t remember from the description alone. Though it inevitably drifted to our past. The more intimate parts, at least, with me pressing for detail from Kaede. I did, for some reason, and I believed her, too. We had never really talked about it much. Listening with a hand on her chin, amused. Admitting that she was quite envious, yet cheeky with what few things I had experienced, I had to do with somebody else before. Scrunching her nose, teasing me as she said.
“Well, I can always find out, can’t I?”
“Of course.”
I chuckled, half-joking, knowing quite well that it was our truth now. I was considering adding something for effect, although I felt the conversation was beginning to shift to less crass topics. By that point, we were just laughing while talking. Among other things, even she, rummaging through the fridge, started to share her stash of sweets with me before we both stood up. Clearing the table, I went over to the television to provide some background white noise, with an after-dinner variety show playing as we cleaned.
While wiping the table, an idea popped into my head. To think Kaede was doing something as mundane as washing the dishes. Perhaps planted by her mention of watching adult videos, and maybe inspired by it. I guess, for performance’s sake, now doesn’t seem so out of the ordinary. It wasn’t like I didn’t do my fair share of watching, either.
Wiping the counter, I tucked the towel away. That meant getting behind Kaede, and after placing it next to the sink, which still ran, gave me the chance to embrace her from behind. Glancing over at our reflection on the window as my arms slid over her belly, I looked over to her. I wasn’t doing anything, but I was just embracing her, and I could tell she was trying not to react. Yet, she was flushed red. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, I then said, shrugging.
“Well, we can just watch the mov-”
“Movie?” Kaede replied confusedly. Head turned, eyebrows furrowed. Her cold, wet hands were grabbing at my wrist. Fuck me.
“Just wait.”
A wily smile, Kaede’s eyes glanced from down to up. Animal instinct, and I knew what waited.
“Oh, and,” she stuttered, then just smiled, “ah, never mind.”
Tsk! I thought Kaede was going to say something. But I guess I will find out later. She knew I would sound a bit disappointed, leading me on like that. Though I never minded it much, as while I did have my intent, if she wanted her movie, I was okay with that, too. Though I caught her looking my way when I picked out the bag of chips we were eating. Leaving it on the table for us to pick when she turned the counter.
It was a small and quite cramped space, though oddly, the connection was stronger there than in the living room. Truthfully, it was either Kaede, the old wood finish, or the soap, but the space smelled nice, too. So there I was, behind her, using my phone as I waited for her to finish.
“You know the password to my account, right?” Kaede asked, scrubbing.
“It’s not logged out? Whose is that then?” I pointed to the TV.
Neither of us was looking at each other; I was on my phone, and she never looked at me.
“Maybe oba-san’s before she went home...”
“Eh, no wonder it’s all just old shows, then.”
We both laughed lightly. She was just cleaning the sink by then.
In my periphery, Kaede turned the tap off and wiped her hands. Then, as she turned to me, I looked up. Slightly pinning me against the counter, letting me put my phone down before placing her cold hands on my shoulder. Staring at me, then at my lips for a second, before she leaned her neck forward. Smack. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she asked me as if to ridicule me.
“You really thought we were gonna watch it now?”
“You’re not a good liar,” I replied. After expending every flare she had, I saw right through that gaze of hers.
Giggling at me, Kaede turned around and pulled down the window blinds. Zip! Only shadows beyond those blinds. I held my hands out as she came back to my embrace. Smiling at me and slowly saying.
"You want another go?"
That big-eyed stare, head slightly listing left, hands now on my neck. It was Kaede's turn to see through me. I glanced at her lips and then pushed my face forward. Her lips met mine halfway again. A huff and a smirk from both of us afterward was about as good a permission as we could give. I knew she was still quite shy, and so was I. We exchanged a few giggles as we tried to shake the nerves off. Jokingly telling ourselves to "relax."
Although we soon forgot about the television in the living room. Making out louder than its static, tongues in each other's mouths as my hands traveled downwards, softly groping at her ass, hearing her giggle as her hand pulled my wrist up. Not yet, I think. All while the sticky sound of our tongues continued. Retaliating by pulling her in with the same hand. Pressing herself in, her kisses became deeper, and without breaking, her hands slid down my shirt. My hand traveled down too, squeezing hard this time. A slight squeal left her as she pulled back. I let go.
"You really want to grab it, don't you?"
"I can't help it." I said defensively, "It's soft."
Kaede huffed and bit her lip; perhaps she wasn't expecting a compliment. Just continuing making out. Though to my surprise, as I lay my hand on her hip, she herself grabbed and pulled it down. Pinning both of us forward, squeezing it, she moaned weakly, even breaking away for a bit before placing her lips back. Having had just enough of her before switching places, careful not to pin her back. She just stared at me while I undid the tie of the apron, though not before she grabbed and placed a packet on the counter. A repeat tactic from earlier.
“Not taking chances?”
“You felt great,” Kaede replied. “But I think two creampies are enough.”
I agreed. Softly pulling me in with one arm, the other coming between my legs. While both of mine were at the hem of her pants, fiddling, before finding it. Not wasting time, I began to pull it down. Not even taking our lips off one another, one leg, two leg, now she only had her shirt on. Sliding my hands up her thigh, she was about to turn around when I stopped her. Giving her neck a kiss before asking her to put her arms on my shoulder.
Kaede and I shared a giggle when I placed her on the countertop. Luckily, lifting her wasn’t as hard as I imagined. Not missing a beat, I pulled her legs open as she leaned away, stabling herself on an arm as I kissed her thighs. Low hums left her as my lips grazed her soft flesh, her free hand slowly running through my hair. Slipping off her panties with both of us scrambling to slide it off her legs, and when the undergarment fell on the floor, I bent down and gave her pussy slow, left-to-right licks. Though when I sucked hard on her clit, a moan broke out.
Holding Kaede’s legs down, I knew I needed to be quick because of how difficult it was to keep my position. Partially kneeling down as I got to work. Long, deep licks on her folds, salt in my mouth as her flesh warmly invited me. I kept my eyes open, looking up at her, watching her confidence turn into promiscuity. Gazing, hazy eyes, slow blinks. A quiet room now, loud, slow breaths, pronounced pink cheeks. Watching me, she opened her legs a little wider when I moved an arm up and readied my fingers. Only averting her gaze when my tongue struck her clit several times over, throwing her head back, and moaning.
My fingers circled her hole. Immediately greeted by the warm sensation of her folds, wet to the touch. Pressing against, and when I pulled for a second, I felt something like a sticky string on my fingertips. I couldn’t look, but I knew anyway. Not when the slopping sounds of my tongue had driven her mad.
I pushed my fingers when she wasn’t looking. Kaede let out a long cry, her body jerking as I immediately felt her walls squeeze around my fingers. Tongue drawing circles around her entrance. My fingers, deep inside, wasted no time before moving. I felt her grip tighten around my head as it hooked and struck her spot again and again. Shifting even more now, her loud huffs and moans filling the communal space, biting her lip hard to try and shut herself up. Yet, the only coherent thing she asked was for more. Curling my fingers up, her entire body jumped with it.
Even when I thought she had grown tired from the afternoon, her sensitivity was still speaking louder through shaking bodies, hitched breaths, attempted silences, and trying to close her legs on me. One last look, and a few rapid blinks from her, I could just feel her orgasm creeping in much faster than earlier.
That made Kaede slip easier. Feeling her closing her legs to me, I pushed them open. Jamming my fingers further inside, already feeling my pinky straining with how deep they were. Peeking up to see, she was leaning back even further now, with one leg trying to close as I held the other open. My tongue was beginning to feel numb. I remembered those videos where the guys would finger too fast, and have the star spill all over the floor—not here, I guess. I know the wetness pouring down my palm was genuine, however.
Then, a shriek rang out from Kaede. Letting go of her leg and pulling by her hip, finally letting her wrap her thighs around my ear like she wanted. Groaning now, I could feel her walls tighten, resisting and trying to spit me out. The continued rubbing of my two fingers and a swirling tongue made her even more slippery. A sharp, deep breath, chest out, and yelling out the obvious while she rumbled over the lacquered wooden countertop. Running her fingers on my hair while calling out for more, her big eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed. I never stopped until she was quiet again. Slowing myself down, I could finally pull my mouth away, and with my fingers still plugged in. I gawked at the lewd canvas I’d been kneeling on for minutes now.
Slowly pulling my fingers out, I looked for a way to wipe them. Sitting there, Kaede just smiled, almost trying to hide behind her own laughter. Rising up, she gave me her discarded apron to wipe my fingers on, then on her waist. Giving herself some time and making out before shifting places. Finding myself against the counter, she had knelt and was already pulling down my trousers. Feeling the air between my legs, I prayed that I would fare better when my boxers were next.
Not wasting her time, and again, copying, Kaede began to kiss my cock through the cloth. Though the still fresh memory of the afternoon had led to a half-erect cock. With that, she slid my boxers down and, in haste, captured the tip of my cock with her lips, moving a bit as I felt her hot tongue and breath on it.
Keeping her eyes on me the entire time. She enveloped her lips, and, feeling her hand on my balls, moved past it. That sent the proper surge into my lower half. Both of us felt it. Holding it up, her thumb and another finger forming a ring around my girth. Pushing downward and hearing a slight gurgle, her back shot up with the error. Halfway now, I could feel her tongue cradling my cock upward, as if it wasn’t hitting her palate already. My hands resting on the counter, she was moving at the same pace she had earlier. Though this time, I wasn’t twitching so quickly in Kaede’s mouth.
Sucking hard, then letting go, Kaede stroked me. Without talking, she looked up, almost unblemished after doing something so dirty was tempting. Her pale, beautiful face, right next to the same cock she just stuck in her jaw. Resting her fingers, she put my tip on her lips, letting her feel the plump, red skin, with her tongue popping out every now and then. I wanted to try something for next time.
Placing me inside again, I saw Kaede’s eyes shift to my wrist as my hand moved to the back of her head. Stopping herself, I pushed her and weakly thrust forward. Her eyes shut and mouth stopped. I gave it another try, this time going deeper, and a third time. I felt daring, with her eyes now shot at mine, a little discomfort, I went even deeper. Without realizing, I was beginning to repeat the same mistake; I was going rough too quickly. Looking down, she braced for every impact as I hit the back of her mouth, always hearing a gag leave her. I only stopped at her loudest gag. Inexperience rears itself. Her whole body jerked and pulled away, gasping, and I pulled back, hitting the cabinet. Apologizing to her as she coughed. I, stupidly, only asked her then.
Kaede looked annoyed, some saliva already having dripped down her shirt. Understandably so. Though I found something cute in how she couldn't seem to interpret whether she liked or hated it.
"Too rough?" I asked.
She answered with a nod, "I wasn't expecting that, you know."
"It's irrumatio." — deepthroat.
Tilting her head a bit, slowly stroking my shaft, with that floating question mark over my girlfriend's head. Needing to explain it to her without actually doing it—and not killing my erection.
"Well," Kaede answered, "We can try it if you like." Theory before praxis, always.
Putting her tongue out, she slid me inside again. Gentler now, she didn't break her gaze as I put my hand on her head. Resting her hand on my crotch was my signal to move. This time, thrusting no deeper than she would take it. Telling her to nod her head a bit, she soon matched the slow thrusts of my hip. Another notch, I was hitting the back of her mouth, her eyes snapped shut, feeling her mouth trying to close for the first three, before letting out a gag when I hit her throat. Trying to keep myself in check, I could only command it once.
"Relax."
Bunching up Kaede's hair, both my hands held in her place as I plunged downward. A loud gag rang out. I pulled back again, a loud pop from below as she coughed for a little. Though without much thought, she held her mouth open for me with an expectant giggle. Pushing back inside, I moved carefully. Given it was her first time, I didn't want to push too deep. Not yet, even if her plump lips were the perfect medium. Reading her eyes, she was beginning to enjoy it herself, almost closing when she thought I'd push my entire length in. Meanwhile, I just wanted to give it a try. Soon, I noticed her hands were no longer anywhere near my cock.
Peeking over, Kaede was rubbing herself with another hand up her shirt. While I was busy using her mouth for myself, gurgling and gagging every now and then. Pushing her towards me, our gazes met as I tried to hold myself just a little longer. Moaning a few times with my eyes darting away from her to the door. I found myself complimenting her for taking me so well, even as her tongue lay idle as the first twitches knocked. When I opened my mouth, her eyes smiled at being called a “good girl” in return.
Thrusting just a little faster now. My cock kept tapping at the back of her mouth. All the while thinking whether I should jam it and cum down her throat, or make good use of the condom left on the counter. Feeling her throat constrict and hearing a gag, I looked down while she shut her eyes. I made up my mind by then. Going faster, I dismissed her louder gurgling, holding on to her hair as I jammed myself all the way in. Her back was shooting up and futilely meeting my upward motion, hands on my hips, her left fingers were wet. It was all a feint.
A counterintuitive command followed, telling Kaede to look at me as I, only for this once, made my crotch kiss her lips. Holding her for seconds after a loud gurgle, her throat spasming, her eyes trying not to shut, and not show any discomfort, even if her noises gave her away. A blank expression on my face; Indulgence, not cruelty. I released her. Loudly coughing as soon as my cock left her lips, saliva dripping from it and my shaft, the top of her shirt was also wet. Hurriedly wiping it off her lips with my thumb, before pulling her upward. Standing before me, I was thinking she might slap me for it. Though as we walked to the counter where I had eaten her, I was rewarded with her lips for it. Odd, sure, but then Kaede spoke.
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“You weren’t saying anything.” Cheap reply.
“My choking wasn’t enough?”
“That’s why I stopped,” I replied, brushing her soft cheek. Though Kaede placed my hand down, kissing me and saying, “I’ll do better next time.”
“You want to go up again?” I asked, looking down at her.
Kaede shook her head.
“How about you bend me over here then?”
Turning herself around and sliding her shirt up. I reached over and tore the packet open. Elbows on the table, bent downward while my cock sat idly between her cheeks, I only needed to aim once as I slid my tip, covered, over her folds, almost pushing in but just beyond penetrating.
Calling her attention, Kaede’s head turned, and just as our gazes met, I thrust in. Exclaiming, her expression shifted while I pushed all in, trying to grab onto something and keep herself upright. Leaving a loud smack on her ass before settling my grip. One, back, two, push. All this time, I hadn’t noticed her head still turned to me. I had been too busy looking down, though not worried about anything, I quickly increased my pace. Her ass began to bounce, taking a deep breath, her shirt beginning to slide down as the tempo of her moans rose. Spreading my legs just slightly wider, trying not to go too fast, but always hitting deep.
The shock that sent shivers up my gut was no surprise anymore. Though now, Kaede sounded less jumpy, and so did I. Having gotten used to one another, she sounded more resigned to the pleasure. Her moans taking on a lower, clearer timbre. Taking my time, I just let myself take the image in, allowing me to imagine how she looked as she would dip her head down, her hair moving along downward; brows furrowed, eyes closed, mouth open, save the occasional, louder, shriek than the rest.
Pulling Kaede up, I turned a notch down. Slow, deep thrusts as I slid my hands into and up her shirt. A weak groan left her as she turned to me. Her lips then pursed up in a toothless smile, dimples out, eyeing me up and down before teasing me.
“Haven’t gotten enough of me yet?”
I just shook my head, “Why would I?”
Then, maybe on the way I thrust at that moment, Kaede’s face shifted and moved away. Sliding my hands down to her hips, I rushed at her a bit. Her entire body convulsed at the suddenness, her hands trying to grab onto me. I counted in my head to ten before jamming myself inside. Careful not to have us hit the counter, and while shaking, even in her tone, she turned back to me again.
“Step back.”
One, two, Kaede could lean better now, with me closer to the counter. Though when I started to move, I was met with a stern, “Wait.”
Shifting her hands to the edge of the table, she began to move by herself. Slowly sliding herself back and forth, I found myself moaning too as I let her. Closing my eyes as I felt her tightness when she pushed backward, softly recoiling. Her moans sounded even more different when she was doing the work, coming from deeper in her, adjusting to hit her just right—guttural—and having never protested either. She turned her head to look at me. Her face read pleasure before her mouth opened, though her words weren’t really getting out.
“Nice?” I was able to break the breathy chorus.
Kaede just nodded. Her legs were apart, but she was not noticing that she was slowing down. I made her notice when I bucked my hips forward. Gently pushing her down, her torso was almost straight like earlier, as I picked my pace up. Both of us moaned as I felt myself getting there, the side effect of which had her asking me if that twitching was it. Already having tread my own line earlier, and having not changed position at all, I was fucking her on a shorter fuse. I held her and went a little harder, just a little more, but maybe I could test my luck.
Leaning forward, I whispered to Kaede with my eyes on it, asking.
“You want to do it on the couch?”
“No,” She turned her head to me, “I like it here.”
Reaching an arm to my neck, I moved mine to hold Kaede in an embrace. Moving her up and making out while I suddenly continued. Slamming into and listening to her squealing and squirming as the loud slapping of my crotch hitting her ass rang out. My arm rose and passed her tits and to her neck as I tried to hold her in place. Looking back at me, she had that same lustful look in her eyes as we marched onward. Sliding my hand up her neck, unresisted, and holding her by her cheeks, squeezing them a bit. Weird. Kaede flashed a giggle. Only broken with a moan, before saying.
“I’ve seen this one before.” Before moving her face to my thumb, sucking on it without breaking her gaze. Fuck. Twitching inside, I just had to throttle back. I let her roll her tongue around it for a little before sliding my thumb out. Shutting our eyes and putting our lips together, with a shaky huff, she teased me again.
“Just like an AV?”
I had nothing to say to Kaede, smiling and nodding. Better than it. Kissing her cheek as I ramped my pace up, she turned her face away, with my lips on the back of her neck. Her fingers dug into my wrist as I continued. Our eyes closed, and it was all feel from there, thrusting away in place as her legs shifted. She, too, was close. Less than a minute later, the word slipped from her mouth with a rising shriek. Another minute, having had to slow down some, and barely having pulled myself off her lips. I dug in, grunted, and followed her.
Pulling out, I could feel my warm load slumping down and against my tip. Barely having enough strength to walk over and get rid of the condom. It almost felt like we weren’t standing, having to lean on the counter beside each other as we caught our breath. We were silent. Bottomless, yet our shirts were stained with sweat. The tired kiss on her head, the messy looks and sighs brought about by my own misadventure. Two was tiring, but three really takes its toll. We both felt thirsty, looking over to the fridge, though somehow, my first instinct was to ask Kaede.
“Want to get anything?”
“Yeah,” She weakly replied, naming a local restaurant to order from. As if she had read my mind, she wanted something to replenish our energy. Ordering the items, which, last time I checked, were alongside each other on the menu. Pulling our pants up, both of us were walking slower, almost hobbling, and bringing up how our legs were burning a bit. Like we jogged. Pulling her pants up, I asked, ridiculously, as she went to the toilet.
“Another one in the shower again?”
Kaede smiled and just shook her head, waving me off for effect. That was it for us. No more for the evening. I poured out a glass of water for her, having finished mine as I went and cleaned myself too. Ultimately, after drinking it, both of us downing two glasses, she decided to go upstairs to shower first, while I waited for our delivery. All of which took no less than thirty minutes. I almost fell asleep again, too. Soon, save for her plopping down beside me on the couch, we, though tired, both looked as if nothing had happened as we watched the action movie we had wanted to see.
When she wasn’t leaning onto me, we were drinking and eating away at our delivery while watching. Leaning forward a bit uncomfortably just to eat. Although we finished, we were careful not to make the couch dirty, as we were sharing a blanket. I giggled to myself at how, on the same couch, watching the television now, we had hurled ourselves past the Moon with just how intimate we could get. Young, but tired all the same. I really had nothing more to do except reflect on it. It was never a waste of time with Kaede. Though her tugging at my arm pretty much made me forget I was watching a movie for a second, too.
Two-and-a-half hours flew by that way. Shutting the lights downstairs, we both readied for bed. I took a detour to take a bath, though, before I walked out of her room. I asked her where I would be sleeping, and Kaede looked dumbfounded. Now I didn’t need an answer to how she looked back at me. Though with two pillows on the bed, it was pretty obvious.
After showering, I only had my towel around my waist as I walked out to Kaede, wiping her face after her turn at the sink. Though just before we both stepped out, she began to kiss me, and I almost thought she had walked back on what she said earlier. Though it turns out that was only her goodnight kiss for me. I retorted that it was a little too intimate as she walked out first.
Coming into the room. Kaede was already lying in bed, only moving a bit while telling me to lie on the inside of the bed. After carefully moving around her, lying down, it became apparent that neither of us was used to sleeping on the same bed. Trying to make myself fall asleep, I used my phone for a few minutes. Then I heard her place hers on the nightstand before hearing her switch off the lamp and the sheets shuffle.
I turned my head to see her adjusting the blanket to face me.
今日の夜は隣にいさせて
Kyou no yoru wa tonari ni isasete
Let me be next to you tonight
“You want to do this again sometime?” Kaede asked in a whisper.
I put my phone down. My eyes rolled around for a moment, around the room, still trying to get a feel for her bed that we just slotted right in.
今夜だけは本気だからね
Konya dake wa honki dakara nе
Just for tonight, I'm serious
I hid it under the pillow, and now turned to face her too. As usual, I would kiss her forehead. Though, by now. I thought it was better to always see tomorrow. I replied.
A little bit of Rei to take the edge off Kaede for a second. This whole piece was carved out of a single line in 9.0: Shintakarajima (w/ TripleS Kaede)—"Though nothing much came of it, except once." This piece shares its name from Lucky Kilimanjaro's Fuzzy Summer, though I hope the writing isn't too fuzzy.
5,744 words of Naoi Rei. Enjoy!
Summer break from the first semester of university was always something. Enrolled in university, but still don’t feel like I am a part of it. An odd, transitory period in any young life. Going home, however, is a withdrawal from the noise of the metropolis. Besides the interview on the drive from the airport, over lunch, and maybe even to the house, I could pretty much glean at how different—and hushed—Toyama was to Tokyo. It never seemed terribly bad for me, but perhaps the novelty of it hadn’t completely worn off yet.
Home was nice, but also odd, as I had to readjust to being part of a household again. I didn’t exactly need to watch out for myself, though I thought a small part-time job would be nice. Even for a college freshman, some days, I had a friend ask if I was home, and I knew where that would lead to. Yet, two weeks after arriving, I was invited by my parents to join another house party. Separating myself from the older adults, my friends and I were in another room.
By this point, I was doing part-time. Driving daytime deliveries in a kei van. I think my parents told my neighbor all of that. I knew it when one of them pointed, and he walked towards me when everyone had left the house. Amid polite goodbyes, he greeted me, and with his hand on my shoulder, I knew it was business.
“Oh, I have a job for you,” my neighbor, familiar with the delivery company, proposed, “Can you take the van and deliver boxes to the store?”
I agreed. Simple as that. Although the semi-discreet back-and-forth staring between my parents and me pretty much pushed me into that position. The exchange did not take even more than two minutes, and he even slipped me some notes as he shook my hand. Driving home, I hoped it wasn’t a yamibaitō. However, the amount I was offered didn’t make it seem so, nor did the fact that it was a strictly daytime delivery. I also don’t think edible fish are illegal, either. So, I just waited for Friday to come, and I pretty much had put it in the company record the next day.
Two days later, I did as asked. Three hours to Noto, two hours to wait—and freely explore—and another three back to Toyama, every Wednesday of that month. I enjoyed the drive, but I was equally bored. The drier weather certainly helped make it easier in a slower car. Still, it was just as monotonous, even with the sea and mountains around. I was, however, eating my words by the third trip, when a forecasted downpour came that had me almost stranded at a rest station. My music was drowned out by the massive storm overhead, followed by being stuck in the konbini itself, half-wet and chilly, watching the strong wind and waiting to get back to my car. I thought that was the last trip. Yet apparently, while clocking in the next, and more clear, morning, I realized I was booked for a fourth one three days from then.
"Must've needed another freezer filled," I thought to myself when I saw the address.
Friday. I clocked in with just a minute to spare before I got a penalty. Heading out for my fourth, tacked-on trip, it was my farthest so far, and my neighbor had somebody else waiting beside him at the store. Parking the car aside, I got down and greeted him, and then his daughter, too. Rei. Naoi Rei. The neighbor's older daughter of the same age. Pointing to her, and I already knew before he got to it from the way she was dressed that she was going to accompany me. Three minutes of polite niceties, some signed papers, then even more orders, and I was able to turn the key again.
I pretty much started to catch up as soon as I drove away from our neighborhood. I grew up next to Rei. We used to be playmates, much like every neighbor of mine, though she went to another school, and we never interacted much during my teenage years. She did reply often, though maybe the friendlier mood the conversation took helped both of us to get at ease. Reaching the highway, it was shaping up less of a job and more like driving to a friend's organized trip.
It was a mix of talking, Rei sleeping, and me having a mid-morning snack at a rest station. Thinking about it, however, I was still confused as to what she was actually there for. This felt too easy a task for her to be with me, heading to a town just next to the highway, too. I haven’t asked her either why exactly.
"Alright, we're heading home, after, right?"
"Not really," she asked me, "Can you also drive somewhere else for me?"
Now, I signed up for the first task. Though this was just playing courier-for-free, with an envelope from Rei's bag, and now in her hand, I just thought it prudent to accept. From what I recall, it wasn't as if the back was going to be overloaded either.
"Well, what's that?" I asked.
It was a private package, a bit out of the way, in a smaller village of mostly elderly folk. A familial package, also in a box, but I didn't question it much beyond that. Just another grandparent of hers that I have never seen—and why it was Rei that was sent instead, a familiar face, together with a delivery truck boy. Hopefully, not too many questions, just so I won't have to overtime too long.
We got the first task done, after the long drive to a seaside town, one even further than Noto, but still the same sight of a fishport. Though opening the boxes, the wrapped, frozen fish meant I didn't have to worry about the smell. Afterwards, we stopped for lunch at a place Rei knew. Now, task two, although I was heading there, I couldn't help but keep looking up. Yet, I didn't want to comment to avoid making her feel that she was the problem.
Though when I glanced over at the stoplight. Rei was also looking out, and she was a little worried, too.
"Eh?" I remarked as I turned the road, slowing down a bit, "That's new."
"Why?" Rei looked up too.
A small, one-way bridge lay ahead. Just wide enough to fit the van or a small truck.
“Maybe we can go...,” Rei shyly started. I could feel her turn to look.
“It can fit,” I answered, quickly glancing at her. I pointed up, “Though that’s the problem.”
“Well, maybe we can wait?” she replied.
“I don’t think that will fall for a bit.”
I said as I slowed down to fit us right in the center line. Crossing it slowly, I looked to see the stream under it already speeding up. Maybe there had been a strong shower upstream? I couldn’t exactly remember science classes. Although it was a literal farmland, the small roads were the only thing that broke up the rice paddies. Yet right beside one road was a small lot with just trees all over it. A slight curve later, and now facing the center of the small village. Rei spoke up again.
“I think,” she began, but finished uncertainly, “I think her house is after the central junction…”
“Been some time since you’ve been here?”
The uncertainty in her voice made us both slightly nervous.
“Yeah, kind of,” Rei answered, “They moved houses, too.”
“Is that so?” I was trying to hide my surprise.
We got there soon enough. Rei pointed out the windshield as soon as we passed the junction. Save for a bike, we had been the only vehicle there. It had just been as I expected, with only Rei getting out of the car. Knocking on the gate until an older lady answered. She was focused on Rei before the gate closed, politely acknowledging me when she saw me through the window. After a while, a middle-school boy came out with a box, followed by her.
Being in my work uniform, I was able to take it off his hands and personally load it. Back in the car, we turned around, and another left back at the junction. Rei then suggested we park by the only convenience store in town, appropriately, the last building before the paddy beside it. As we went down, I noticed that the sky was getting even grayer, so I only bought myself a snack and coffee for the long journey home.
Though the clouds seemed to hold other plans, with raindrops falling on both of us as we briskly walked to the van. I had not been a very good weatherman, and as we started to eat, I started it. It began to pour. It was just a light drizzle while we were eating. Having finished before Rei, I reversed and drove. Visibility was worsening as I slowly went, with the high beams on, the sound of raindrops and the passing wind loud on the roof.
“It’s raining, and we have to get home,” I said, saving the worst part, “The small bridge might be closed.”
Rei just acknowledged it. As the only access point, we can only wait for the rain and wind to subside. A day-glo orange and white sign greeted us as we approached the bridge, an inverted red triangle on it, blocking the path, saying what I was already thinking—tomare—tsk!
“Well,” Rei said as we stood there, “What do we do now?”
“We wait.”
I replied as I slowly reversed. Barely able to see past the bridge, as if its design already hadn’t given away its age. Rei suggested the town, but I pointed out the small patch of trees we had seen earlier. We wouldn’t even have to get out of the car. That could hopefully make it less loud inside, maybe we could even sleep. Coming closer, there was enough space for a van our size to pull into. Sighing as I accepted our fate, we both texted people about our delays. Rolling the windows down a little and shutting only the engine, I kept the keys in as we waited. The rain was weaker now, but still pouring hard. Wanting to get some rest, I carefully stepped between the seats to get to the back, being able to stretch my legs before she followed me.
Turning to me, Rei held some food out. Beginning to talk to her, we were both diverted to our phones and ourselves. I noticed something, however, while showing videos we took during our first semester in university. Her legs folded up on the chair, the knee-length skirt she’d worn had hiked up her leg too. I tried not to mind it much, yet she must’ve noticed it herself, pulling it down to cover her thigh when it was my turn to show my phone.
In our summer clothes, we had dressed up more or less for the heat. My shorts, Rei’s skirt, and polo shirts between us were the call. Not a jacket in sight. The problem now was that, with the chair reclined, and feeling my sleepiness catching up, I could lie with my legs up. Without looking, she pulled her legs up even further, skirt sliding up her leg again. My phone in my hands, and close to my face, thinking I could afford to steal a quick, perverted glance downward. She’s a childhood friend, I thought. Too late.
“What are you looking at?”
Rei looked puzzled. I laughed nervously, “Nothing.”
I knew I was caught red-handed. My eyes were a bit dazed, lips pursed, gripping my phone tightly. Pushing myself away a bit, a futile attempt at distraction.
"At my legs?" Rei insisted, her blank stare stayed, yet by putting her phone down, she seemed just as intrigued.
"I mean," I stuttered, "I was not expecting them to be that long."
"That's the first time I heard that," Rei laughed, "Well, you can have a look."
My eyebrows went up, then furrowed. I could only laugh. Unbelieving. I don't even know why I said they were "long." Yet Rei had her hand on her skirt and was pulling it back now, going higher than the accidental peeks of earlier. I was speechless. This was happening too fast.
Rei then moved closer. In the middle now. Bending her right leg to me, skirt pulled back, and her hand holding it almost the way up. It was really beginning to feel like some lewd prank. I couldn't hide the fact that I actually liked it, yet I wasn't expecting her to be so forward about it.
"Hmm," Rei looked around. I did too. The rain wasn't letting up, and turning back, she sounded just as uncertain, blurting out, "We can do it here, you want to give it a go?"
"Eh?!" I pulled myself back a little. No time to think. I swallowed, "Okay."
"In that case," Rei said, placing her hand on my shoulder. Slowly leaning forward, a quick glance at each other's lips, she shut her eyes, then my own. She tilted her head left, and I went right. Hand on her thigh. We kissed. I must've been as pink as her cheeks, both of us giggling before continuing. Smooching, we stayed fixed. I was slightly pushing towards her, my hand sliding up her leg, thinking she'd stop me. Instead, she put her hand on my chest. Her skirt was pushed as it slid up to her ass. I thought about it as our lips were getting wetter, but no tongues, not yet. Only hasty first-timers do something so inane. I moved my hand up, moving up to her neck, when she grabbed it and placed it on her chest.
I squeezed. Rei's tits were soft, firm, supple, larger than most—mismatched with her face. Inching even further, her hand reached down too. Both of us exhaled at different times, letting the chills pass through before making out again. Sticking my tongue out, I was surprised when it was she who pushed against me. I did too. The smooches grew louder as I began sliding my hand off her tits and tracing her form with my palm. Unexpectedly, her curves made me wonder why I hadn't noticed her when we had passed each other on the street, or entered my more lewd imagination—yet reality was preferable to it. Stopping again, we moved towards the middle portion of the seat. Looking down where my hands were.
"You don't like touching my chest?" Rei asked.
"I can't with your shirt tucked in."
Then, Rei laid me down straight. She hesitated for a bit before throwing her legs over and straddling me. Pinned down, I watched as she pulled her shirt off her skirt, then over her head, laying it as a clump beside me. As she reached behind her bra, I sat up and planted my lips on the top of her cleavage, stopping to pull me into her tits. As I pulled away, we shared a giggle as my second kiss left a faint hickey on it. Though she knew precisely how to pull me in when she pulled her bra down, not letting me pounce until she unhooked it herself.
Placing a bud on my mouth, I sucked hard enough to make Rei moan. Looking up to see her head turned up, then sideways as I circled my tongue around. The rain had picked up again, along with the wind. Maybe that's why she grew bolder, grabbing at her ass. I released a nipple with a pop, moving to the other nipple, tugging at it. With that, I felt her slowly moving her hips with a slow grind. Pulling me off of her, we looked at each other before craning her neck down, me continuing to tease by squeezing and rubbing her nip. Pulling away again, she was moving back from me.
"You want it now?"
Rei was shaking her head as she tried to sit on the floor. I got the picture. Leaning forward to slide the chair back even further until the stacked boxes creaked. That allowed Rei to kneel and undo my shorts, helping out by sliding them off, along with my boxers. With only my shirt on now, I felt a warm pair of hands on my cock. Starting to stroke it, she waited for it to be just slightly harder. Leaning downward to lick it rushed things. Fingers in her hair and sliding it back, she looked up at me with her tongue orbiting around my cock. I didn’t even need to say anything, nor did I need her permission. She just knew what was next.
Leaning closer now, Rei kept her eyes on me as her lips formed around the tip. Resting her hand on the base, she opened her mouth and began to go down without much effort. Keeping my cock straight with her tongue, making her gag for a bit, smoother the second time, only taking me deep. A soft, fleshy seal formed from her lips, coupled with her steady stroking when she focused on my tip. The electric feeling of it made me twitch, scaring me for a second, thinking it was a false alarm. I was thinking things were moving too quickly—but most storms don’t even last that long, either.
“You’re not a virgin, right?” Rei asked. I shook my head, not recently. She nodded.
“Ever heard of paizuri before?”
“Yeah,” I answered. Then I remembered she had the right size for it. Already sandwiching my shaft between her tits. Soft, yes, but it was dry. That would be no comfort, and we both knew it. Moving away, she was rummaging through something in her handbag. I asked her.
“Wait, how can you?”
“Here,” Rei said, a small bottle of rubbing oil and wet wipes in between her fingers. She came ready. Yet, having moved, she stroked me again, even sucking for good measure before she poured it in between her tits. Giving me one last blow, hollowing her cheeks out for good measure before a loud pop and finding myself between her tits.
It was an image I never thought I’d see. Rei moved forward, bunching up, then smothering my cock with her tits. Beginning to move her torso, I struggled to describe the new feeling of it, seeing the tip of my cock slide smoothly and glimpsing between her tits. Her hands caged it as I was helpless, the lubricant not helping. I only felt warmth being so close to her chest. Though soon, Rei adjusted, and, closing her tits further, fully trapped my cock. My hips buckled towards her as she picked up the pace. I felt myself twitch and become breathless for a second as I bit my lip, a long exhale leaving me as I tried to process the feeling. I just heard a faint giggle in response.
“Let’s not do this for too long,” Rei chirped.
She must’ve taken notice, having slowed down some. Giving me a bit of relief, only then did I notice my fingers had curled into a grip on the leather. Quite an obvious observation.
“You think?” I answered.
I replied, straining. I was trying to think of everything to not shoot my load all over her cleavage. Rei just smiled and continued, looking down to see her handiwork, my tip just ready to burst out, if it wasn’t leaking so much precum already. Giving her the go-ahead to turn her pace up a little. Switching from using only her tits, to smothering the end of my cock and then rubbing it against her cleavage. Though later, she was doing just as she had earlier. The storm was beginning to pick up again, the small, warm space, and uncomfortable leather making me slightly shift, not away, but closer to her. Trying to do her part to delay my orgasm by saying.
“Just think it’s my hand earlier.”
I found it ridiculous. Yet, my mouth never moved. My eyes were just switching between Rei and looking outside. Then she stopped. The sound of the rain, the warm scent of sweat mixed with the leather, and the storm came over us. Staring at me, she continued, this time not even giving me time to relax, sucking through my teeth, unprepared. Moaning once as my words were scrambled. She definitely had this trick figured out. I was clearly finding myself becoming overwhelmed and twitching, muttering a jittery, incoherent series of words that only signaled one thing: Stop!
Rei ground to a halt. Letting my cock go, pulling away as it sprang back. Trying to control myself from cumming all over myself now, I at least knew she was talking, all while I throttled my breath as I had gotten too excited. A first time for anything, always. I almost didn’t hear her ask me, meeting her stare with a, “Hm?”
“Do you have a condom?”
I pointed to my wallet, which was behind Rei and had been left facing up on the center console. Opening it for her, I held it out for her as she was cleaning her chest with the wet wipes. Taking the packet off my hand, she asked if she could touch and wipe my cock for me. Carefully, she did so, almost feeling like an interlude. Even mentioning how she thought I was lying about being a virgin, simply because I was acting like one. Before calling my attention and tearing the packet open.
“Well, that really was my first paizuri,” I answered as she rolled the latex down.
“You did pretty well for your first time, then,” Rei replied, rising. A knee on the seat, she began sliding her shorts off, helping her with it while she asked for my lips again. Though when I reached for her skirt, I was greeted with a half-hearted “no.” Yet with her panties on her ankles, I understood her idea. As she slid them off and straddled me. Pulling her closer by her leg, she gave me one more kiss, and while sliding her tongue on my cheek, she said.
“I wasn’t expecting this.”
“Me neither,” I replied, averting my gaze to her body as it hovered. So thick and curvy, and here I am, lying back. We just shared a giggle at the absurdity of it all.
“Ready?” Rei asked. I nodded. Pointing my cock towards her entrance, I slid it in between her folds, teasing her by slowly rubbing it over. Feeling the warmth, I could hear our breaths shake. Then, fed up, she grabbed my wrist and pushed herself downward. Having not done any foreplay, she was only slightly wet, taking a little force before I slipped in. That made the pop! past her tight entrance more pronounced. Both of us let out a groan, keeping my voice down, tensed up as her tightness greeted me. Having forgotten foreplay, I was thinking of throwing her off, but she kept pushing down. Hands on her hips, I pushed her further down, and, feeling myself getting loud, I bit my lip. Finally, moaning as she placed her weight down, sliding me all inside. Her face inches away from me, she whispered, “You feel good.”
“I haven’t even moved yet.” Meeting her gaze.
Rei didn’t respond. Though with her hands on my shoulders, she began to ride me. Both of us found it hard not to moan. Breathing deeply, I forced myself to relax. At the same time, gazing all over her figure, trying not to think about the fact that she was on top, attempting to extend myself. Yet she didn’t seem to care, her walls squeezing in around me, hips rolling, eyebrows furrowed, eyes slowly shutting, nipples hard. Biting my lip and tightening my grip on her ass as she took me in deep, so much for trying to hush myself.
Her mouth hanging open, Rei began to settle into her rhythm, moving herself away and throwing her head back. Her hands on my knees, it seemed like she had trouble figuring out whether she should bounce or grind against me. Eventually, I did the latter, and it made me feel her tighten with every revolution. Either way, her tits bounced all the same, grabbing onto it as the cushion of the seat began to creak. I didn’t seem to mind that even the van was already slightly bouncing.
The way Rei bounced always left half of me inside her, only opening her eyes a little to look at me. Meanwhile, I was never one to shut my eyes, not when the woman was, at least. I always looked.
Hearing that squelching coming along, Rei began to bounce faster, her breath starting to rush and catch. Our hands changed positions, one of mine rising to her hip while she grabbed the wrist. Further leaning herself backward, her fingers digging into my leg as mine did to her thigh. Running her fingers through her hair as she sapped herself. I don’t consider myself enough to tell if she was just so good, yet as I was straining in every manner I could. Forcing myself to think of relaxing, leaning my head back, biting my lip, and shutting my eyes, by that, I guess the answer was clear. I braced for Rei, somewhat ragdolling under her as she rode me. Then, just as her moans were beginning to rise in tempo, she suddenly stopped, panting. I asked her.
“You came?”
Rei shook her head, “Almost.”
“Wait,” I said as I beckoned her to raise her legs up. Now in a squat, I told her to continue. Without question, I saw as her lips, parted by my cock, disappeared inside, and up to her hilt. Almost immediately, we both felt the difference, as she felt even tighter, a surprised squeeze from her walls greeted me. Holding on to me more as she hastened her pace, making up for her lost orgasm. Almost in a sing-song, she said.
“Oh, that feels better.”
Rei wasn’t stopping. Like her, the rain had picked up its intensity again. Bouncing on me, every slap of our sex reverberated into the seat and made the van rock. She was hasty, not pacing herself, not stopping halfway, my entire length being squeezed by her tightening velvet walls. I spread my legs just slightly wide, sitting idly, as she wanted me only deep inside, and I was struggling. Telling her I’m close, I was thinking she’d scoff at me for finishing so quickly. Instead, she huffed, a silly smile forming on her curled lips, as she leaned in to kiss me deeply. Yet again, just as she was about to climb to that orgasm. Rei bit her lip, then stopped. I asked why.
“I’m tired,” Rei replied as she put her legs down. Continuing to make out with me, I grabbed onto her where I could. I needed to think. Fatigue had caught up to her in the crude position—and the lack of foreplay. Neither of which was a favorite. I needed to think fast. I was close enough, and wearing my only condom, so fingers weren’t really an ideal option. Doggy could do, but the chair couldn’t go down any further. Nothing too awkward. That left one option: she needed to lie down.
Telling her to get off, it took a bit before I was able to find the proper position as she lay down. Rei looked up at me, with an arm slung over the seat, while I had to tilt and bend forward myself so I wouldn’t tire my neck as much. Pushing myself inside, I didn’t pace myself and bucked my hips entirely inward. I didn’t know how I looked, seeing her bump her head on the plastic, her mouth open, eyes half closed. Grabbing her leg, I pushed them forward, and just a little wider. I started slowly, watching how my cock glistened as she rode on it earlier.
Though soon, I felt her hand on my hip, with her fingers pushing me to her. So I didn’t even need to ask; Rei wanted it deep.
Planting my legs, I went faster. The tempoed, slapping sound of my cock disappearing into Rei, her moans quickly rising to the same volume she was already at earlier. I tried to keep a neutral expression, but slowly, I felt my eyebrows furrowing too. Letting out a moan every now and then, contrasting her louder groans as she moved under me. Raising herself further up, she put a hand on my neck as she asked for more. Looking around, she giggled and seemed to have taken note of the van now rocking from side to side, too.
“See anybody?” Rei asked.
“Nope.”
“It’s still raining?” she followed. It was, and I nodded. Though it was beginning to weaken. I told her that too.
“Go harder.” Rei then commanded. Feeling her leg close in on my waist, and while her lips formed to say another word, I bucked my hips. Because I knew that if I saw another car, even afar, we’d be suspect. Though Rei’s words did help, and so did her tightening pussy, seeing her tits bounce as she repeated herself like a risqué mantra, making me pour what little I had left to finish it. Seeing her becoming much wetter, even beginning to soil the seat as I thrusted as deep as I could, ceaselessly into her, ignoring the burning feeling on my thigh and twitching cock. Her hands on my hips, I was followed by that final command.
“Don’t stop until you cum.” Rei said, “And don’t pull out.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. A childhood friend asking for a creampie. Still mirroring each other, the shock of a sudden twitch had our expressions snap back quickly. Pushing through Rei’s tightness for that final dash, the slapping became louder, and the van’s rocking was more pronounced now. No sooner had I started that run when she jerked upward and gasped. Trying to string her words along as she tried to keep her neck up and staring—I knew she was cumming—and unable to. Before leaning her head back, closing her eyes, and holding her mouth open, she moaned at her loudest.
Feeling Rei squeezing and pulsing under made me cum too. Jamming my hips forward into her, biting her lip before breaking out. Both of us groaned as, on instinct, her body rolled under me, while I emptied myself into the latex, twitching so hard that my whole hips moved too. Feeling ourselves gliding down, I looked outside again. The rain was just a slight drizzle now, and right on cue, another van was slowly driving towards the bridge. Looking back down, I slowly pulled out of her, the silent scene only broken by us catching our breaths.
Giving Rei’s tits one last, loud suckle, she then sat upright and reached for the condom. Removing it with a snap, though, instead of tying it at the dry part, she held it up high and let it drip down, squeezing from top to bottom. Tongue out with my cum, she then closed her mouth and swallowed it. Given our history up to that moment, I felt more shocked, but oddly, a little turned on, too. Leaning in and sharing a kiss, that seemed to cap the entire chance encounter.
Sitting down in our underwear, now opposite our original places, I scrambled to at least drink something. I handed her the bottle first, and as she passed it on, she said.
“That was nice, wasn’t it?”
I met her stare as I was drinking.
“Was it?” I replied as I put the bottle down.
“That was a lot, too,” Rei added. I just scoffed and waved my hand. I didn’t seem to think so. Now, I was thinking of initiating another round. Trying to ignore the reality that such a one-time thing was over. Yet our circumstances, the weather in particular, had already passed us by. The clouds were scattered now and moving away, and the other van, along with the sign, was gone too. That took the chance for another round with her.
Not long after, we put the chair up, then put our clothes back on, and fixed ourselves up, copiously spraying whatever we had to remove the musk of sex from the backseat. Opening the door to cool ourselves off, not knowing it was that warm from how much we were moving around.
Then, just as we had come, I turned the key and drove away. The stream had risen to quite an angry stream under the bridge as we passed over it. We were tired, and I thought I couldn’t go onto the highway feeling sleepy, so we stopped at another convenience store. Gorging ourselves quite a bit, we silently went on to the expressway, the sunset just breaking out as we settled at speed. Yet I just couldn’t get the image of us fucking out of my head. I thought I could use that to keep me awake besides coffee. It did, though, when Rei and I started conversing just about midway on the way back, sex was the exact topic.
“You want to do it again?” I cheekily asked at one point.
“Maybe,” she answered, giggling.
We had caught up at that avenue too, and agreed to keep it just between us. Dropping Rei off just before seven, her father greeted us. Taking longer as I gave him what he had hired me for, along with the little side mission. Though I was honest about the rainstorm. A quick, shared glance at her, as I mentioned us waiting at a konbini, a white lie, before we could leave the village. She covered her mouth, laughing behind him, while I had to focus on talking to him. All pretending I didn’t fuck her under the rain, in the van I drove beside me. Finally, after receiving my payment, I said my goodbyes to them as they waited at the gate and drove off. Finding myself at a stoplight again, now driving a quieter van, my phone lit up. It was Rei with a message, and a picture too.
[Thanks for today, and yes, we can do it again some other time.]
This was a very long chapter (38 pages lol). Keeping up with the irony of last chapter, this is one hell of a smut chapter. I did my best, hopefully it isn't terribly sappy. Lining up with the theme of the preceding piece, this one is also named after a song: Aimer's "Chikyugi" featuring Vaundy, hopefully you all like it as much as I do!
Preceding fluff chapter, Kaede will return.
13,395 words of smut for Yamada Kaede, enjoy!
It had been three weeks since Kaede and I began seeing each other. Being a night person, she would often accompany me, sharing my screen when I watched movies, the few times I played games, and other times when I read articles. Yet, while the boredom balanced the novelty of it all, that juvenile thrill also made its return. We both agreed to keep our secret for now and only give ourselves away sometime during the school year. I was pointed enough to quiz her if that was her actual reason. In the meantime, I was employed and actually started making daytime deliveries with a small truck. A definite upgrade, though not so much, wage-wise.
Today, a Friday, was a first for us; Kaede asked to see me after work and walk her home. On our previous dates, I’ve timed it twice when she would tell me she was leaving, and I always found myself turning the corner just as she did. Though today was a day off. Walking to the shrine in the early afternoon, a gut feeling told me that I should be thankful we had a prior history before dating, the thought occurring to me after seeing a tense couple in a coffee shop while I walked. She didn’t seem too impressed by him.
By this time, the sun was at its early afternoon descent. The shadows of the buildings tilted the sunlight to shield me from the heat, though the humidity and my pace made me sweat a bit. Although I made an early turn around a building corner, seeing the back of the tall, tiled roof of the temple made me realize my mistake. It forced me to go all the way around before I found the torii gate. I strolled inside, on the side of the gate, as I had been told.
Smelling incense, I checked to see if the omamori shop was manned, expecting to see Kaede there. There was nobody. Yet, mindful of my manners, I went inside the hall, silently strung my thoughts together, clapped twice, and bowed. I heard sweeping outside as I finished mouthing my words, then repeated myself: clap, clap, before walking outside. The sunlight, however, was right in my vision. Seeing only light, I put my hand over my face, when a familiar voice, mixed with surprise and a bit of a mocking jab, then called out my infrequency as I walked down.
"I thought you only went here on your birthday."
"Today must be my birthday, then!" I yelled out as I looked to the left. I knew it was Kaede. Even as my eyes adjusted back, just seeing half of her, she was easy to pick out with her red and white outfit, though her pants were a darker red than the usual. One arm was held out for me, and another hand was holding a tall rake. Walking right around her arm, knowing she would stop me, I was about to give her a kiss when, predictably, she pulled back. Almost hitting me with the tip of her broom, trying to shush me. I got the memo, but she still forcefully said.
"Not when I'm working."
I just pulled myself back. Though testing my luck, I managed to sneak a kiss on Kaede's forehead. She didn't get too mad this time around, just furrowing her eyebrows—then tapping the back of my head. I grimaced a bit, and she had an expression that read payback. Putting her arm down, she just pointed to a bench behind the small, solo-manned store before telling me to "take a seat there."
Seating down, I took a peek as Kaede walked inside, and noticed two chairs. Grabbing a plastic bag and handing it to me, I opened it to see a paper box with two kombu rice balls. I asked her where her fellow miko was, trying to hand one to her. After saying she already ate the other half, she answered, "Her boyfriend always picks her up on Friday."
"So you got envious then?"
Kaede laughed, brushing it off, "Maybe."
Finishing her work, I watched as she swept the leaves aside leading up to the western gate. Though, after eating, bored and not wanting to just wait, and leave her to work alone. I was no daimyo, after all. I found myself with the other rake in hand, which her workmate had left near the eastern gate. A long walk back and forth, and I was sweeping alongside her. A monk, in their dark orange garb, then came by from the gate we were facing. He first asked Kaede, glancing at them, I was pretty far away, and occupied by the sound of rustling leaves, to hear just about anything. It wasn't a tense conversation, seeing him approach me calmly, though he said the quiet part out loud as he patted me on the back—"I didn't know Kae-san had a boyfriend now!"—so much for calling it a day off.
Kaede and I just had uneasy smiles at him as we saw him off. She looked a little flustered, much like I was when she had me cornered almost a month ago. It was an odd encounter, sure, with a monk nonetheless, but such are moments of random chance. It was relatively quiet after that. Barely any other shrine patrons entered, but most passed by as we finished our work and handed it back to her. I sat down again and waited.
A short time later, Kaede told me to stand up. The sunlight was beginning its descent. Her black bag was slung over her right shoulder, with her left arm reaching out for mine. Linking our arms together, she immediately brought up how easy it was to ask for my hand now as we made our way to the quieter, eastern gate, the direction of her house. Walking out, I tried to think of all the possibilities; students were preparing to go home or doing extracurricular activities, and if I remembered correctly, we still had some time before we might just stumble upon someone we both knew. Despite three instances of us having to split up, scurrying like operatives caught in a dead-drop, upon seeing at least one of our classmates at the places we often least expected. I could only answer her with the inevitability of them finding out.
“It’s only a matter of time, you know.”
“I know,” Kaede replied, but tried to dispel my more serious tone, laughing it off, “But I don’t think they’d react too harshly.”
“Oh, definitely not.”
“So, why did you ask to be picked up today?” I asked Kaede, in an attempt to match her mood.
“My mom’s not home until Sunday evening, and there’s this new action movie I want to watch on the TV.”
“Well, I have to go home after, then. What’s it about?”
That had Kaede look it up on her phone, and interestingly, it was a movie that I had mentioned in passing that I also wanted to watch. Again, in passing, I mentioned that we might need to buy snacks to keep ourselves entertained. Blind luck, however, likes to intervene. Turning another corner, we both saw the 7/11, and she pointed to it, wanting to make a pass at the convenience store. Going inside, we split up. She wanted to go buy some snacks, and I just let her pick something for me. Having not changed, the entire walk had been a casually dressed guy with his shrine maiden girlfriend, not a surprising, but still quite rare sight. She went ahead, and I made the first right where the stationery was, the ice freezer with frozen foodstuffs, and then my eyes met the magazines racked above them.
Picking something out to read, my eyes scanned left to right as my hand reached for a seinen magazine. Opening straight to the comics section, I was just reading for a good few minutes, turning and scanning the magazine’s monthly photoshoot, when I got bored with the manga chapter. About halfway, I felt somebody sneaking up on me.
“What’s that?” Kaede asked. I turned just to see her hand out and grab the top of the magazine. I shifted my grip so that if she did pull, it wouldn’t tear it. Placing her thumb on the cover, she closed the magazine and saw the bikini-clad idol on the cover. She just looked at me like she caught me.
“Really, a porn magazine?”
“It’s a seinen magazine,” I replied. The kanji clearly read that. My thumb was on the manga, and I followed that I didn’t know who the cover girl was, either.
Kaede just left it at that. Telling me to put it back and showing me her basket in turn. Just the essentials, though quite a lot of bagged snacks for both of us. I did see a box of curry in there, so now I was hungry too. Paying for it, sans the magazine, we divided the payment between us, giving in and buying myself some oden that bumped up our bill a bit. However, she had a few choice ingredients in it too.
It was just three streets down from their house by that point. We were neither lost, but it somehow felt that way, given how unfamiliar the neighborhood was beyond her street. Not knowing where our quiet conversation had drifted, my often reliable sense of direction jammed by it as I tried to go left, only to be tugged to go right by a woman half a head shorter than I. Though in return, I had to pull her close when some cyclist decided to go in, rather than out. A glare was enough to get the middle-schooler to look back. Nothing much happened after that, though another group of younger kids, in their yellow bucket hats, excitedly pointed out their “older sister miko,” her waving at them as we walked across from each other. At the last turn, there was the gingko tree, one placed precisely at the corner. That was the street we were looking for, and when we turned, we were finally on her street. Letting go of my arm, she reached for the key in her bag, and one loud clang later, the metal gate swung open. I let her enter first, then Kaede looked back. I didn’t want to appear brazen, and then beckoned.
“Come on.”
Shutting the gate, we walked past the small garden and entered, putting the bag down on the table as she switched on the cooler. Their house was both typical and old in design. A renovated hand-me-down that smelled of wood in a good way, a natural scent, mixed with the small jar of dried flowers opened as a diffuser. Though the more modern parts had doors, their kitchen and living room only had a divider. I found it a bit dark as I sat down on the couch while she went up to her room. I got a better look at the living room, including the couch set I was on, and the shelf, barely enough to fit the TV’s width, had discolored a little. Everything felt a little traditional, but homey, though the coffee table in the middle seemed like a more recent addition. I was, however, startled by the loud creaking of a door upstairs, followed by a step. I thought a croaking ghost was going to follow.
“You can get snacks from our bag if you like,” Kaede said as she made her way down.
She hasn’t changed into anything yet, so maybe she just dropped off her bag. Rummaging for something, I got the little pieces of bread out while she skipped over into the kitchen, the light at least giving me a glimpse of what she might be doing. I was just waiting for her so I could tear open the packet. Hearing the fridge door close, then the telltale clang of glasses as she made her way beside me and laid them on the table. I caught myself frozen at the sight of her, and she became a bit shy, telling me to stop staring as she sat down. It was not like there was anything else to stare at.
Taking a place beside me, Kaede switched on the TV. Pouring us the cold tea she had put on the table, she handed me a glass before I took a big swig of it. It was the summer after all, a very warm, humid one at that. The cooler took its time before I wasn’t feeling hot, though the tea helped. As we watched, our comfort with each other showed, with me sitting with my legs crossed —a manner that typically would get me scolded. The video on the TV was interesting, sure. Still, we were switching between looking at whatever she wanted to watch and our phones.
A quick glance at Kaede made me feel she wasn’t as quietly confident as she usually was. She was nervous. It was the first time she had brought me to her home, which was correct, and I was a stranger to the residents here. Though before, the last I always saw Kaede was at their gate. Now, she felt like a knot of nerves. I don’t think she even noticed my right hand moving to her shoulder. It could be for anything, I thought, domestic trouble, a person pestering her, or something about what we’ve been doing so far. But by now, I anticipated only one thing. She was going to say something big.
“Is something on your mind?” I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder.
“Oh, um, nothing.” Kaede shook her head. “I’m just tired.”
I told her that it’s okay to say anything. A nervous smile curled up on her face as she took another sip.
“You weren’t like this earlier,” I added, jokingly. That seemed to jump her gun.
“Aren’t you a bit unsatisfied that we are not intimate?” Kaede asked.
“I cannot force you,” I replied, “And you know that.”
“I mean, my friends always say,” she began, turning to face me, “That at least, a few dates in, boys get quite frisky.”
I felt the need to echo what Kaede said on the beach, “We aren’t casual. If we were, then sure, I might feel the need to do that, but we’re not casual.”
Testing the waters. I did not want to sound like a rude pervert, not beside Kaede, though we did have lewd conversations before. Yet, even then, she knew more about that side of me than I did of her. I just knew she didn’t consider herself experienced, so some light teasing made sure I wasn’t being lied to. Now, I was getting a bit nervous too, focusing, but I was also feeling thirsty.
“Well,” Then Kaede spilled out, “I have thought about us having sex sometimes.”
She should’ve timed it better. I was mid-sip! Keeping my eyes on her, I was unable to contain my surprise. Kaede just giggled at me.
“So? That’s just normal, isn’t it?” I replied, “Couples do that.”
I just knew then that the idea was brewing in her head. She regained some of her confidence, with a quick glance at my lips, and an inviting smile formed over her as I placed my glass down. I knew what I had done and could do, but I was also nervous that it had to be her, not a girl from a dating app or someone I'd repeated nights out with, but Kaede. I felt a stirring hesitation, yet her eyes were locked onto me, so one of us had to initiate. I caught on first this time, as it had been almost always her until now.
"I know, but I just thought," Kaede began, "When will we get to do it?"
Not this time. I pulled the rug on her, "You want to give it a go?"
Kaede was just quiet, but she stared at me differently. Her expression dropped, breath hitched, eyes seeming droopier, cheeks flushed, lips looking warm. So I took my chance, leaning forward, we both shut our eyes as I gave her a peck. A quick, half-hearted one, followed by another, but long enough to signal intent. Breaking away, only then I realized my hand had moved up on her thigh. My fingers couldn't hide that they were shaking. She took my hand and placed it on her right cheek. Of course, it was soft, but she, too, was feeling warmer. I asked.
"You sure?" Kaede just smiled playfully, dimples forming as she nodded—the point of no return.
Placing my hand down, I leaned forward again. Kaede shut her eyes first this time as hers met my lips. Hers were soft, plump, small, though thin, and pushed a bit against mine. It was another quick touch, as I broke off for a second. She was comforted now, though when she kissed me back, I felt like I was in middle school again. Almost forgetting to breathe with my fingers frozen, cold, but I was older now, and needed to act like it. I smacked my lips against hers, albeit a little too hastily, and she pulled back.
"You know, it's been a while since I've kissed", Kaede said to me. I know, even I was trying to recall how to do it properly myself. There's no real manual for intimacy. Sitting on her couch, I was just getting rid of my hesitancy, but alright.
Facing her now, I hoped that, in any case, Kaede wouldn't think I'm a bad kisser. Pulling her legs up, I saw a quick shift of her eyes again before she closed them, and even when I mirrored her. These were not the shy, small pecks we had been giving as goodbyes so far. She wanted more now. So we continued, our lips now both wet with our saliva, no more attempts this time. My hand was no longer shaking, gently pressing it onto her skin, and then I did the same to her lips. Hearing her hold her breath as she reciprocated, moving herself closer, and slowly turning her head as I did. I could feel our apprehension eroding away. Opening my lips some more, she did too. A smack rang out, though no tongues yet, and it only grew louder from there.
Though just when I thought I heard a huff, the kissing, barely a minute in, stopped. I could feel Kaede's hand pushing at my chest.
"Oh, and don't tell anybody about this, ever," Kaede said. A little out of left field, sure, but now rather than later. I chuckled, she repeated. Only then did I reply, assuring her the same way. Yet why would she be so coy with her high school friend? Though a glance down at her chest could not hide that her breathing had heightened, she had done well to keep herself calm this whole time.
"So you've never told anybody at all?" I asked. Kaede just shook her head. She then turned it around, "Have you?"
I shook my head too, but added, "We would be news if I did."
A simple giggle was all she replied with. Getting our groove back, our lips continued the exchange. It was all just a matter of feeling now. Kaede and I were taking it slow, giving each other soft, slow bites with our lips. My thumb slowly pressed up her neck, but not too hard, the rest of my fingers pulling her towards me. Though it seemed she moved on her own, too, slowly pushing me back. The otherwise dry air of the house was gradually being replaced by the sound of our exchange. Teasing my tongue, I felt her freeze for a flash, another one, I knew she felt it this time. A weak huff left her as she pushed hard, once, then twice, with her lips before pulling away.
“Sit on me,” I whispered to her. Automatic, I had my hand on Kaede’s lap as she stood, then straddled me, the other right beside her stomach, just below her bra. As we were in contrasting outfits — traditional miko and street casual — that made for one hell of an image. Looking down on me, she placed her hands on my shoulder and just smiled before she kissed me. Sliding my hand on her thigh, I couldn’t help but notice, even though it was just a mere tease, that her lips, slightly open, redder than they were earlier, tasted good.
“You put on lip gloss?”
Kaede just chuckled, “That’s just you.”
Pushing her weight down on me. We continued making out, though now Kaede was teasing her tongue as well. Meeting midway, her head tilted as her breaths got slightly heavier. A low moan left her, the first one. Now with our tongues tangling and sliding against each other, feeling her breath on my lips, while our fingers searched over each other. She was right, I was the friskier one. My hand continued to caress her thigh through her hakama, and I was well reminded of what a boyish fantasy it all was. Knowing myself, she was more than just enough, stocky in all the correct places, and a classically beautiful, round face—and that was her still clothed.
Kaede’s robes were just enough to let me feel under her bra with my fingertips, teasing her again. Even as our lips were all over one another, the torrid exchange now a relentless repetition of smacks and suppressed moans, a flick of her fingers on my right shoulder gave me the green light. I then raise my hand to cup and softly squeeze her tit, hearing a weak moan leave her. My fingers weren’t lying, I felt lace behind the white robes. Squeezing where my hands were, it was as if she was growing softer, letting herself loose as we made out. Sliding my hand to her ass, I pulled her closer, her lower body bumping against me. I must’ve done it a bit forcefully, which caused our lips to part. Gaining my sight back, I thought about asking her about her bra, but somehow just got lost in her gaze.
Keeping my eyes on Kaede as long as I could, only shutting to kiss her neck, once, then twice before stopping. Her breath shook just a bit when I did so. Now, was she going to say something? Her hands moved from my shoulders and pulled at her kosode, revealing just slightly more skin. Yet, there was a problem that we both came to realize: the miko’s dress was designed for modesty, ensuring a woman’s form remained hidden. Though where my hands were, it was anything but.
An awkward interruption was necessary. Kaede gave me one more kiss before she got off me. Standing, she hurriedly undressed, though not before I pulled at the large red ribbon that loosened the hakama, with her undoing the other layers, pulling it off her shoulders and discarding it behind her. Though she was quick, I stopped her when she tried to strip off the last robe, the hada-juban. Puzzled as she left it untied, it was almost see-through, but I had an idea. I held on to her knee and grabbed her waist. We both let out a yelp, the couch creaked, barely missing banging our heads on the wall as we returned to our earlier position. Giggling, she must’ve liked the sudden thrill of it. Rewarding me with the warm kisses that we had paused a minute ago.
Though this time, my hands held Kaede by her skin. Breaking away, this was the first time I had seen her like this. Her underwear was all black and laced. To think the closest I had gotten was some shy cleavage a week ago. She asked.
“You’ve been waiting for this?”
I smirked and just nodded. By now, I was rather nonverbal. Too amazed.
“You know, I’m not supposed to take it off brazenly, right?” Kaede remarked, slightly giggling while I kept kissing her neck. Hands caressing her skin inside her robe as she slowly shifted on top of me. I heard her, sure, but I was quiet for a second. Giggling in response, my eyes were closed, savoring the smoothness of her skin as my fingertips now traced around the hem of her panties, as the other hand readied itself to unhook her bra. Kissing the top of her tit, I looked up. Her eyes greeted me with that wanting stare.
“So, why take off so brazenly then?” I finally answered Kaede. Such a dignified outfit, just discarded on the floor, while its owner was making out on the couch. Though with that, it was her turn to be non-verbal. To snap her back, I put my lips back on her tits, and pushing one up to my mouth, I sucked hard. Her breath shook, still trying to keep herself prim. I did it again, and it broke her. Moaning, she pushed me to her chest, not stopping when my hands slid around her back. Click. Kaede was late to realize, with a small gasp as her fingers swung around. I was just about to drop it when I asked, “Should I?”
Grabbing at my wrist, she and I pulled out her bra from the front; that’s about as good an answer.
Hands on her waist, I pushed her slightly away. Finally, the long-awaited sight of Kaede’s tits, even if covered somewhat. Pulling her sleeves open, I didn’t bother to ask anymore and dove down on the small bud. Capturing it with my lips, I tugged and flicked at it with my tongue. That sudden shock made her moan, her entire body shook, flinging her hand back at my hair. I needed to be bolder now. Relentless, I kept repeating it, left and right tit, relishing at how sensitive she suddenly was. When it wasn’t my tongue, it was my fingers softly pinching at her nipples. All while she moaned, her fingers searched for a grip while she shook and grinded on my lap. I was melting away whatever pomp she thought she could put up.
I could hear Kaede talk. Though often unintelligible and difficult to distinguish from her moans, having become the new static in what was empty air. Embracing her, I suckled away while I could only make out one word: “more.” If it weren’t for her legs pinning me, her moaning and slow grinding only tightened my pants. So, I responded in kind, my free hand going downward and inserting itself between us, with two fingers over her panties, I slowly rolled my fingers over her pussy, moist and warmer than I had thought.
Several times, I repeated it. Pressing harder through the fabric just to tease her, the way Kaede jumped and hitched her breath, holding me tighter and trapping my fingers there. All of that gave me an idea. Just then, she gently pulled at my hair, and finally, I got a look at her; bedroom eyes, cheeks flushed, lips looking another. Glancing downward to see how wet her nipples were from the few minutes I had had them.
Giggling as she put her forehead against mine, only to part when we continued to make out. That’s when I made my move; I switched my arms and pulled her close, grabbing behind her knee with my other hand, only hearing an “oh!” as I lay her on the couch. Mindfully, and luckily, not hearing a pained cry. She sounded rather impressed.
Now, on top of her, Kaede pulled me in. Though as much as I loved her lips, she deserved more. So I got on with what I wanted to do, one more deep kiss, and I began moving downward. Without even telling her, she presented her neck to me. Marking it a few times before moving to her collarbone, then tracing my earlier kisses downward. Even giving a playful suckle on her nipple, before lastly passing my lips on her tummy, and soon, I was between her legs. Lips on her thighs, thick and toned, sucking harder as I got closer to her crotch. Moaning the whole time as I kept pressing my two fingers against her panties, and those were next.
Sliding them off, Kaede was now naked. Nothing to hide anymore. Sliding my fingers over her slit, pinkish and already a little wet, it was definitely not a new sensation, having cleaned herself just for this. Teasing the tip of my finger, she shifted ever so slightly with a long exhale, and just looked at me, then opened her legs wider, with the cloth dropping to the side of her legs. Green light.
Placing my hand on her clit, I started to flick at it. Kaede’s face crumbled as I crawled up, her eyebrows furrowed while her eyelids flickered. Shifting in her robes, lightly lurching, her hands searched for my wrists, while not realizing how close I was to her. Her eyes snapped open when she felt my breath against her forehead, asking her.
“How does that feel?”
“Good,” she shakily answered and nodded.
I kissed her forehead. Kaede was already wet enough, even earlier, from sight alone. Slowly, I plunged two fingers into her; jaw dropping open and back slightly arched as I wasted no time and began to roll my fingers inside. She was very tight, trapping my fingers as I curled them up while moans left her. A hand grabbed my wrist as it moved, though her grip didn’t seem like she was pulling at it. Instead, she pushed my wrist further in. Just giving in to herself, telling me, as my fingers had their way, again and again, to “keep going.” I was quick, but not frantic like a bad porno—she didn’t sound like it, either—careful, yet sliding with ease inside as she shook and shifted. Her nipples hardened, sometimes taking the opportunity to suck on them while her hand rested on my neck.
It didn’t take long before she was squelching, pushing herself against my hand, and begging me to not stop. Kaede’s expression was at its most vulnerable, a mix of unease and uninterrupted pleasure, even trying to shut herself at one time, with her fingers of little use, and another, turning and trying to hide her face. All while I watched her from above. Almost squealing and crying out when my fingers pressed the hardest, trying to close her legs on me as she told me how close she was. Maybe just joking with me. I forced them open and just listened to her make a mess of herself. Digging her fingers on my shoulders, I felt her spill out, arching her back and grinding her hips as she moaned to the tune of my fingers. Glancing downward as I pulled halfway out only confirmed what I was feeling for a while now; my fingers were wet up to my palm. Slowing down, I asked.
“You came?”
“I think so?” she answered in a breathy, sing-song voice.
“One more?” I asked Kaede. Instead of answering, she pulled me in for a deep kiss, moaning as our tongues matched. I did not forget to slowly move my fingers, too. Hearing her rise while she used me to silence herself, her kisses, while as affectionate as earlier, were stickier now too. I had lit a fuse in her to at least match what I had done to her. Almost forcing myself off her lips, I moved and crawled backward, needing to place my tongue elsewhere. Pulling my fingers out for the first time as we adjusted. Now, with me off, and her slouching on the couch, she got a better look and curiously reached downward. Turning shy and red upon realizing just how wet she was, I just slid a finger over it too. I could only reply as I kneeled and grabbed onto her leg.
“Even I’m surprised.”
Throwing her thighs on my shoulders, I dug my hands into her skin and greeted Kaede’s wet, swollen folds with a lick upward. Salty. Then, her humming turned into a squeal as I rolled my tongue around her clit, sucking at it. The slurping was then broken by a loud moan as I put my fingers back inside, her fingers grabbing at my hair and pushing my face into her. Holding her leg open, I looked up to see her in absolute pleasure; her face turned upward, biting her lip, her mouth flung open while her entirety arched, sinking into the soft couch. At the same time, her robe, a symbol for purity, had become stained from her secretions. All from two fingers, and now, a tongue.
Clasping at my free hand, Kaede’s grip contrasted with the angle of my fingers as I thrust them. Striking against her spot, and going as deep as I could, I was feeling my wrist beginning to burn. Trying to cover it with my tongue, tasting her juices as she became more slippery, carelessly leaking onto my arm, and maybe even the floor. Looking up at her, what I thought was a slight grimace was forced out by a few breaths, and I turned it into a smile, though the combined impact of my tongue and fingers made her roll her eyes back, groaning. Vocal as she was, she was now just murmuring to herself, shaking even more as her orgasm built, commanding.
“Don’t stop.”
Taking her hand off mine, I watched Kaede shakily put it over her mouth, yet she couldn’t seem to bring herself to cover it. Tightly shutting her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows, her nostrils flared as she tried to tie herself down. Arching her back, tremoring, rapidly breathing, then holding it while she mumbled at me as she felt herself letting go. The grip of her fingers on my head was easing, while my two fingers were feeling her walls tightening. She was now just a vocal, melting, dripping mess that trickled down to my elbow. Then, one phrase came through.
“I’m cumming.”
Kaede came. Closing her legs and pulling at my head. The shrine maiden cried out like a maddened yūrei. Jamming my fingers into her and sucking hard with my tongue, her thighs shook and her voice faltered as I did. Throwing her head back as she rolled her body through her shuddering. It was all an attempt to course the electric feeling of orgasm as it washed, and just as quickly, passed over her. By the time I opened my eyes again, she was still, her few loud cries earlier having given way to waning moans. Her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, eyes slowly blinking, looking far away from me.
It was a perfect image, one that teenage me would have both enjoyed and been disgusted by. Though now older, my new, but presently perverse affection for Kaede has led me here; I know I wouldn’t just be able to shake this image off. It was reality now. I stayed still where I was, slowly pulling my lips away and finally seeing the wet mess I had made, her secretions almost all over my left arm. That left me shocked. Was there even such a thing as too much pleasure? It was something I never thought I’d see. She only seemed to snap back upon turning her gaze at me, though grimacing a bit when I pulled my fingers out. Asking me to give her a second, though, made me think I had overdone my part. After running her fingers through her hair, she snapped a glance beyond my face, which figured things out. Though when I stood up, I was interrupted by her.
“Wait, I saw this in some AV,” Kaede said as she grabbed my wrist. Putting it up and placing the two wet fingers into her mouth, licking her juices off them. I huffed, and she giggled at my sudden reaction.
“Oh, I don’t think I taste too good,” She said, her face turning sour as she reacted to herself. Though it did look nice when she did it.
“You did to me,” I replied. Kaede just tapped at the side of my hip for it. Next, she put her hand between my legs and cupped my balls. Her eyes slightly bulged when, as she moved her hand upward on my somewhat thin pants, the form of my semi-erect cock greeted her palm. If her sensitivity had led to such an intense orgasm, the mere touch of her palm made my cock hard again. Yet, even just listening to it already made it so. As I stood before her, shaping her fingers around it, copping a feel of it, seemingly impressed. Huffing a bit nervously, she quipped.
“I hope this won’t be a problem later.”
White lies. I rolled my eyes. Though Kaede insisted on what she said. Now, we could do everything here. I knew that, yet I thought our first time shouldn’t be on their couch. Even as she had her hand on my pants button. Looking at her, she had second thoughts about it too, then she asked.
“Wanna go up?” I nodded.
“Follow me.”
Scrambling off the couch, Kaede went first and ran up the stairs. Quickly grabbing something out of my wallet and jamming a crumpled blue packet into my pocket as I followed. It was a scene straight out of a comic. Opening her door, it had never fully closed behind her when I opened it. I saw Kaede in bed, who glowed in her white robe and the orange sunlight, beckoning me in. Before anything else, I undid my pants, hearing them drop to the floor as I hurriedly rid them from my foot, having become caught in them. Awkward. Though she stood up when I sat down on the mattress. I wasn’t about to get a nap.
Asking me to move up on the bed, Kaede knelt between my legs. A reversion of what we were doing earlier, she captured my lips and rubbed her hands on my cock, massaging it, giggling to herself as she did. Trying to poke at my ego, she asked.
“You were good downstairs. Where’d you learn all that?”
“Porn,” I replied. Being internet babies, it was the conclusion, though not wholly.
“...and a few dates?” Kaede followed, now tracing her fingers at the hem.
“....and a few dates.”
Giving me one more kiss, Kaede then began crawling backward. Pulling at my boxers, I felt a little shy as she sounded shocked as my cock sprang free from it. Throwing it aside, I felt her hand wrap around the shaft, only confirming her earlier suspicion. Beginning to slowly stroke it with her single hand, and again, copying me earlier, she crawled back upward. Inches to my face, her eyes scanned me up and down, and possibly wanting to match how I made her feel earlier, she asked.
“I’m not terribly good at this. Is that okay?”
“It’s not a problem.”
I replied, though I would rather not have Kaede be excellent, that would be too suspect. Having my word, she then quickened her pace. From there alone, she was right, having to tell her not to stroke too fast, as it hurt me a bit, to not risk killing my erection. Learning quickly, she slowed down, and upon being told to grip slightly harder, she was getting there. I did throw a potshot her way one more time, whispering.
“This better not be those AVs where you pretend you don’t know anything.”
“It’s hard to sit through all three hours of it, you know.” Kaede replied, stroking at a better pace now, “Maybe I just know enough.”
Giving me another peck, Kaede then crawled backward. Sitting up a bit, I watched as she raised her arms to the back of her hair. Then I realized what she was doing.
“No, no, no!” I told Kaede as she reached for her hair tie. Her hair was styled in a high ponytail with a ribbon, the sides of which ran down almost the entire length of her hair, the blue-white color having provided some contrast to her outfit. Having had some more hair already struck out the sides of her face, some there before, and others from her moving it around so much earlier. Furrowing her eyebrows, I needed to come up with a reason, quickly! She could take it off later, anyway. That gave me the correct, juvenile compliment, “You look beautiful with it on.”
Though what I found unusual about myself this time was that I was hard, as I should, but just a little too quickly. I couldn’t even say it was anxiety, but more aptly, it was anticipation. Stopping, she positioned herself, pulling her sleeves back, though it was that gaze from her big eyes that did me in, as her face came down to my cock’s level. Telling me of how veiny and “different” it looked from her toy in the drawer, as if sizing herself up; Was she trying to measure it with her face? She then placed her hand on the base, and as I felt her breath on my tip, I twitched.
Centimetres now, Kaede licked her lips before wrapping it over the tip. Keeping her eyes on me, she moved lower and felt her tongue under my cock. Not wasting time, she then pulled back and slowly started bobbing her head. A very basic technique, yet it made an ordinary blowjob more intimate than it had any right to be. It only took a few seconds before I felt my blood pooling into my shaft as the precum also began leaking out. The way she was doing it did look copied, and with a twitch, snapping the feeling to my head. Now was the best time to believe what she’d said.
A few more, then Kaede pulled herself away, quietly stroking at my cock before coming back down. That electric snap quickly traveled up to my head, softly grabbing onto her hair as she was doing her best getting used to it. Halfway now, it must’ve struck deep when I heard her gag, shut her eyes, and pull away. I was thinking of telling her to stop when she gave it another go, resting her hand as she put her lips on my now wet cock, and dove down again. Reaching the back of her mouth, she gagged, with the same reaction again, continuing until only an inch was left, which became her limit. Rising back up, she repeated it, only gagging twice more before she got used to my cock in her mouth.
Kaede, when she looked at me, had that glow in her eyes that made me proud of her, slowly caressing her hair, rather than grabbing it like she had earlier. Though soon, she was picking her own pace up, her hair, having settled on her right side, bobbed to a lewd beat. Her lips neatly wrapped over my shaft, tongue licking under it, feeling her flick when at the tip. Though, for reasons, perhaps her, or long inactivity, made controlling myself more difficult than I thought it would. I felt myself building up faster than usual, that nervous feeling in the gut that meant only one thing, and leaving me asking myself: Was she going to make me cum so soon?
The sound of her gurgling, frenzied, almost careless sucking. Coupled with the creeping feeling, the hardness that made her adjust her neck just a little, and near ceaseless twitching, drove me mad. If I don’t cut her down now, I might as well run out naked. Feeling that blank shot of precum coupled with a strong, hard twitch, I yelled, though admittedly, I felt more panicked. Tapping at her head, I cried.
“Wait, stop!”
“Hm?” Kaede did so, the tip of my cock at her lip. My hand raised, head slowly shaking, slowly breathing. No stupid tricks, not wanting to lose my load this early. She understood what to do and let go, hands off, as she watched me breathe deeply. My cock was swollen, and if just for a few more seconds, I would’ve spilled.
“What did I do?” she asked, “Did you cum?”
I replied, “No, but almost did.”
Kaede then asked if this was normal for me. Of course, it wasn’t. Though maybe, another time. Wiping the saliva off her lips, she then crawled back up, hand wrapping around my cock. Beginning to slowly stroke it, she asked.
“You want me to continue? Or do you want to put it in?”
I didn’t answer. I wanted to let Kaede decide for herself. Another glance at my lips, another kiss, and with my head turned, my eyes signaled downward. After her orgasm, and my near failure to keep mine, we knew what was next.
“Lie down.” I asserted. Though thinking we were merely switching places, I thought the opposite, throwing the pillow under me to the edge of the bed. Kaede caught on quickly, and ultimately, I was right.
After fully stripping and fishing out the condom from my pants, I got on the bed again. It was bright right next to the window, and after parting her legs, I had my view; having Kaede lie there made her glow, though her white robe helped. Unable to help myself, I was caressing her face as I got on top of her, keeping her legs open with mine, my cock only one step away from entering. While stroking my cock, I told her it was fine now. She saw the packet in my hand and ripped it open for me, and in a blunder, almost unrolled it incorrectly. Having corrected it, there was one thing she noticed even as she continued to stroke, the ring had some ways to go.
“Are you sure this is the right size?”
“Yes,” I replied. Kaede snapped at my lips, and I pinned her down with mine. Shifting my legs while she wrapped her arms around me meant I could guide myself in. Teasing her by sliding my covered tip up and down, feeling her wetness, pussy lips parting along, made her breath shake. We couldn’t believe we were going to do this. Warmth against warmth, the anticipation was reflected in our poor attempt to relax. It just took one more move. Feeling myself push a little past her lips, I was fighting the temptation to push all the way in when she reminded me.
“Not too hard, okay?”
I just nodded, clenching my lower half. We shared a shy, uneasy shift of her eyes, and just as her mouth parted, I slipped in. I was inside Kaede. Our eyebrows furrowed, sharp breaths, eyes scrambled as the sensation beckoned me to go further. Feeling her hips slightly push up, I slid myself further in, and now her whole body reacted; gasping, slightly recoiling back, her fingers digging, her breath shaking while arcing her head back. Pulling back, I thrust again, and again, and again, going deeper each time I pushed into her. Trying to get used to her tightness, I felt myself clenching hard as her walls squeezed me, a visceral, velvety feeling, squarely fitting into her. A last thrust going all the way in made me grunt, her moaning with her eyes shut.
Breathing sharply, I began to move some more, listening to her moans grow louder as she gave in to herself. Feeling her flesh welcome me, her legs pulling me into the tightest I have known. I just had to watch it for myself, asking even why I was so nervous, not taking my eyes off of her as I watched the expression of pleasure, with that look in her eyes that told me to just keep fucking her. She could tell I was just ever so slightly nervous, and gave me her lips to calm me down. It was consummation.
Slowly, then, I began to lose control. So what if I came quickly? How juvenile. Going faster, a little too fast, Kaede's earlier moans, muffled when she pulled me in, were now becoming pained pleas that told me to stop. Cutting my pace before I ended up hurting her, I paused. Seeing that glare in her eyes made me remember what she said mere moments ago. I apologized, and after being assured, I was given another chance. Notching down to where I had been, I was kissing her neck, with her mouth next to my ear, when she whispered to me.
"Just be careful."
Having learned my lesson, I continued. Straightening my back, hands idle behind my back, and letting my hips do the work as I moved. We got used to each other, tightness and size alike, both moaning at every thrust as Kaede's legs dangled. It was a moment I could barely keep my eyes open for, yet wanted so badly to remember. Though after a while, my idle arm then reached for her left leg and slightly pulled at it, allowing myself to carefully lean in and go deeper. I wanted to let Kaede feel me as she made my breath shake without her even doing anything.
I was beginning to think, again, about how this must be some dream. Though the mildly painful digging of Kaede's nails on my back assured me it was real. Though in time, I was the one telling her about how she was making me feel; she was just that tight. And with my lips on her jaw, I was left imagining what she looked like; Maybe she had her eyes closed? Or slowly blinking? Mouth hanging open? She had a few things to tell me, too.
Digging my hips on the mattress, and without stopping, I raised myself up and slid my hands on Kaede's hip. Then I got my view. That telltale wet slapping of skin first to fill my ears as I watched my shaft, the latex having taken a wet gloss even under shadows, plunge in and out of her. The recoil of her hips came next, with that heft that I'd grown to love coming in handy as I pulled her thighs against me, watching her tits bounce along with it. She just looked so good taking me, and with just one look, I knew what to do.
Thrusting harder, the pitch of Kaede's moans increased, her arms now reaching for the back frame of her bed. I folded her legs back, which made her torso jump a bit, breath hitching, lip bitten as I knocked at her spot again. Holding on to one leg, my other arm reached for her hip, though before long, both arms were wrapped around her thighs. With her legs in the air, she turned to hide her face, while I was reaching deeper and feeling her beginning to squeeze harder. It looked perfectly messy, but it had to be.
Without even an ounce of pressure, Kaede arched her back for me. Quieting down a bit, but failing to hide her moans, she collapsed into even louder squeals as she bit down on her lip. Her hair was messier now, maybe even her head too, as she tried to stop herself. Yet she couldn’t lie with her squeezing, and with just a few more thrusts, the bed creaking from us, she was barely able to mouth the words of orgasm when I cut my pace, and only slammed myself in. Piak, piak, piak! As I did, she groaned, shuddering for a moment or two as she came again, squeezing and pulling me in. Her tension off, she plopped down on the bed, with loud, uneven breaths leaving her. Safe to say, I didn’t follow her this time.
Once she finished shuddering, I bent down. Intending to just kiss her, she pulled me down to it. Though after that, probably feeling the warm sweat on my arms, Kaede invited me.
“How about you lie down?”
Being one to reward confidence. I embraced Kaede. Though switching from kneeling to sitting was harder than it looked online. Try as I might not to, she slipped off me as we flipped places. I was now lying, and she was straddling me. There I was again, admiring my girlfriend as she and I lined my cock up for her. A long exhale left her as the tip punched inside. Her gaze traveled up while gravity did the rest and pushed beyond the stubborn ring of flesh, and past her entrance. Placing her arms near my chest, both of us trying to fight our moans, she told me.
“Stop staring at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like that.” Kaede wasn’t making any sense, yet her eyebrows furrowing and a long exhale answered why I was looking at her that way. Guiding her down, I held onto her hips as she started moving. A slow start gave the impression that she must’ve thought it would not feel so different when she was on top. Yet when the moans came in, as her up-and-down pace picked up, I discreetly folded my legs up to meet her. An ecstatic “oh!” left as I speared inside, shoulders slumping as she shut her eyes, and turned her face upward.
Watching Kaede, though, was not enough for me. Knowing that her basic pace was going to tire her out quicker, she spread her legs further down on the mattress. Only sliding me deeper into her. Even then, she was exploring for herself, though I had to stop her when she tried to squat instead. I never liked how that looked. Though soon, she struck gold for herself, now sliding her hips back and forth, grinding instead of bouncing. Her moans stayed in a fixed pitch as she relished in the ecstasy of having her spot being struck time and again. Even clasping our hands together, placing them on my tummy while I rocked under her. I began to resign myself to the thought of finishing then and there, feeling myself getting harder as she had me stuck deep inside. Yet I felt the need to hold out. I needed her to be tired.
Then, Kaede stopped, switching her arms behind. Maybe that would be better later. Doing two things at once, I finally undid her hada-juban, pulling it down as I bucked my thighs forward and pulled her to me. Her low giggle almost turned breathy as I thrusted. Being rewarded for my surprise with her hands on my neck, and of course, her lips, seeing as close as they were again. Then, as her fingers left, I heard her slide her shoulders out of the oversized sleeves, helping her out of them, before I felt her arms on the pillow. As our lips smacked, with eyes shut, I gently pushed at her hip as I thrust forward. That only made her kiss deeper, moaning as she tried not to let go of my lips. The way our hips were clashing together, however, made that difficult.
Raising herself a little, and with her robe now only on her hips, I could see Kaede’s tits bounce. Lying, I reached and squeezed one as I pinned her with my forearm. Feeling the sheen of sweat as she looked over her back every now and then, both of us could see that her ass was bouncing, evident as it seemed from the sound. Digging my fingers into her hips, I sped up, not wanting just a faint, intermittent slapping, which only grew louder as she became wetter.
Raising herself slightly by an arm, I was able to get a glance and saw how she dripped down my balls. Craning my neck forward to meet the top of her tit as she had her back arched, with the sides of her hair more scattered now, eyes shut, and brows furrowed as I made her bounce on my shaft. Once, she looked down, and I saw the sparkle in her eyes, before groaning and spitting out.
“Don’t stop!”
I could only comply. Not long after, Kaede groaned and shuddered, hips twitching, her walls squeezing ceaselessly. I paused, even if I was giving her a hickey, her breath ragged while I felt her secretions leak out even as I plugged her. Trying my best not to cum too soon by squeezing hard on her ass, the soft flesh, as her body had been, a perfect cushion.
Huffing, she looked over her back again, and at a loss for words, she gazed at me deeply with her cheeks red. She came again. Placing her hands on my neck, she took another shared smooch before she began to move again. Skin to skin, she slowly slid herself, yet only going as deep as my cock could go in that position. But, I knew I could go deeper, and if I did what I wanted, I would cum too. Kaede then asked.
“How do you know exactly what to do with me?”
“What do you mean?” I responded.
“Whenever I’m close, it’s just so easy for you to make me finish. Why is that?” Kaede responded. Peppering me with kisses as she tried to fix her hair. Rudely interrupting her by jamming my hips upward. I pushed her against my cock as I pushed her away, straightening her body up. Tapping at my chest, her skin glowing in the sunlight as she bounced. Yet she wasn’t stopping me either, taking a hand onto my thigh as she bounced along too, all while crying out.
“I’m too sensitive for this!”
I played deaf, only stopping when she shrieked. Pulling her down, she was shuddering, and smiled at me as if to tease. I must’ve made her cum again while wanting to make a point.
“See, I just listen to you.”
“Aren’t you tired?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
Though before Kaede could say anything else, I suggested that we switch. Asking her to stay where she was, pulling out of her made gave a better view of the sticky mess we had made. Seeing her reach down with a finger to see it as I moved out from under, next seeing how wet my cock was too, all the way down to my balls. Dropping herself sideways on the bed, she must’ve thought we were just going to flip. But, she got the picture when I gestured to her to get back up on her knees.
Turning her head to look at me, I didn’t even need to look down as I laid my hands on her and pushed in. Immediately feeling how much tighter she was, both of us huffed out as she also pushed back. Leaning forward to place her ponytail on her back, instead of dangling on the side. The last I saw of her face was a furrowed expression, eyes half closed, as she turned away from me. Closing mine, I straightened back up and began to fuck her.
Kaede tried to hold her head up even as she began moaning. Though with the sight of my cock spearing in and out of her flesh so carelessly, even with how wet she already was, I just couldn’t help myself to it. Thrusting hard enough to make her ass bounce, the quick, shallow ripples made a small smile, unseen by her, like a madman. Dropping her head, I tried to peek at her, but to no avail. Even as I watched the muscles on her back move as she shifted her arms, arching her back, her arms and legs slowly spreading forward and wider as the sound of her moans and slapping flesh filled the room again. The story was the same for me. I was always just listening.
Wanting to see more, I slid my arms beside Kaede’s hips, continually watching her ass bounce against my crotch and just letting me take the image of it. Almost losing my patience as I felt myself twitch inside, letting out a moan myself. She was getting too tight for me to ignore. Trying to recover, I ramped up my pace, slightly overcorrecting. The natural force pushing her forward with her arms sliding a bit ahead, and deeper, into her. I let her moans rise to a crescendo. The idea of stopping was not in my head until I saw her legs shake and feet tap on the mattress. Whimpering as she tried to keep her elbows up, only then did I grab at her left elbow.
Kaede had other ideas.
Surprising me, she reached her arm around my neck. Turning our heads to one another, I thought she was going to talk, though I started moving again and interrupted her. Her eyes rolled back and closed, groaning as my crotch, length all the way in, pressed against her. My lips on her shoulder, hand snaking up then grasping her tit, throttling to my slowest when she mouthed, “Wait, wait, wait.”
“Anything wrong?”
“Nothing,” she replied, slowly blinking, scanning me.
I did not admit it, but I was losing control too. Even in pausing, I was still thrusting slowly, giving me time to further the gap. Inside Kaede’s tightness, the weight in my gut had grown heavier, and twitching became harder to tame. I was only lucky I had lasted this long.
Then, Kaede pulled herself off and faced me. Too tired to say anything. Her afterglow was too much to ignore for me now. Her white skin was glowing pink, the sweat over it more pronounced, and the way she always called to me. That was to think, we weren’t even finished yet, and just the terminal phase. She did give me a window. Legs open, she was sitting down, not kneeling.
Pulling her into an embrace, I set Kaede down. Making out for a little, she had her hands on my arms, eyes rapidly looking at me, scanning me, when I saw her grab for my cock. Before I realized it, snap! Dangling between her fingers was the condom I had until then, sticky, wet, but unfilled. Tossing it aside, she had just pulled me down and was about to kiss me when I entered her. Deep and twitching, both of us moaned as she tightly grabbed onto my shoulders. The new sensation was quickly overtaking us, finding myself beginning to strain almost the moment I got my pace.
Leaning down to Kaede’s face every now and then, every smack we shared had intensified since we’d gone raw. Both our moans, with mine just slightly weaker, as it filled the room, spelled out the same, guttural, raw pleasure. I was slower now, running on fumes, but we knew I was close. Fighting that losing battle, I asked her.
“You want me to pull out?”
Glancing outward for a second at the golden, afternoon sunset. Both of us looked back at one another, breathlessly.
“No.” Lust in her big eyes, Kaede answered, “I want you to cum in me.”
I didn't answer, nor did I stop. Only speeding up. Kaede reached an arm backward as her moans increased, bracing for the end when I stopped. Sharing a smooch as I pulled her leg to me and picked her up. An arm on my leg, and another on my neck, I had my legs spread wide, my hands holding her close. Squeezing at her ass, her tied hair was a disheveled mess now, eyes trying to stay on mine, pale skin and lips beckoning under a shared, perverted gaze, with random beads of sweat on her forehead. Thighs pressed against my own, she was moving a little, though the way she sat gave me leverage to move, so I did. Her face close to mine, I asked.
"Are you sure?"
Eyes slowly blinking, she nodded, her breathing hitching. Trying to calm herself down before the final run. That was all she could do now.
"Nothing will happen to you?"
My first lucid sentence in a while, frozen in the moment, while straining as I asked her about it. I had my worries, but Kaede was a bright girl, and wouldn't have snapped it off so short-sightedly. I was trying not to think too hard, not this close to the finish now. She just shook her head and answered barely above a whisper. She was not one to lie with a consequence that big.
Kaede's answer quelled me. So I poured everything I had left, grabbing her hip as I rolled mine upward, and she pushed herself downward. Guiding herself on my shaft, I let the image and noise of her bouncing on my cock as deep as she could, begin to overwhelm me, and I opened my legs as much as I could. The last of my stamina trickled downward, straining as I sprang her, and bracing as she pushed down into it. The way her body, shorter, though somewhat just as stocky as mine, called to me. All of it affected and overwhelmed me more than it should've. I was just about to give it all in, too.
With her arms on my shoulders, I took my chances with her. Digging my left fingers on her hips, I switched into a grind. Kaede crying out as she bounced, her wetness dripped down my balls, our hips rolling against each other, my strained hums clashing against her loud moans. I tried to lull myself into a trance, a futile attempt to last just a little longer, yet what I did next seemed off, sucking at her nipple before letting go. Leaning back as the final, wet smacks echoed. Looking up, she had her gaze downward too, craning her neck down and placing her lips on mine. It was a moment that, until then, I had thought only to exist in movies. Then, sitting straighter now, I saw her eyebrows furrow and felt her walls beginning to tighten as I thrusted deep. Reading her lips, her touch on the back of my neck, my cock became stiff. I had lost control, planted my lips below her neck, and began to cum inside Kaede.
Overtaken, both of us groaned. My cock was deep inside, twitching hard, feeling my shaft pulsing as my large, thick load filled her. Responding to the sudden, foreign warmth filling her with hitched breath, her hips shifting, back slightly arched into me as her whole body shook along, breathing heightened. Further pulling me, she moaned as her walls pulsed, with her fingers clawed at my back as she tried to keep herself upright. Grunting, with my mind turning blank, running only on pure instinct as I gave her the last drops of my cum, shuddering too with our orgasm, I was half-lidded, watching, I tried to catch a glimpse. Yet, all I heard was whatever unintelligible, but human string, Kaede could let out. Trying to look straight, all to keep my hazy vision from shutting, blinking before I pulled my lips away. I saw she must have tried to do the same, though she, in contrast, lost.
Her eyes almost rolled back, fluttering before shutting them tight. Turning her head upward, mouth slightly open, she scrunched her nose. A final, fading moan left her before finally placing her head on my shoulder. It was all over in just a minute, having taken us three weeks to get here. A proper consummation that was neither rushed, yet felt all too perfect—a little too intense—to have been reality. Even her musk felt unreal, until I felt her finger tingle, and heard Kaede’s, and my own ragged breath.
But I realized that slowly, we came down from it all, our breathing calming down as I felt both of us relax. I let go of my grip, and fully snapping out of my fugue, I leaned forward and gave her a light peck on the blushed cheek. Kaede opened her eyes, snapping out of it too. Clearly tired, orgasm after orgasm having chipped away at her, a shift of her eyes resulted in a smooch, then another, and a bit of tongue before she pulled back. No thoughts, just slow breathing, the room having gone silent along with us. Then I felt it, a wet spot between my legs, and the one person possible for that was still sitting on me.
And where other couples might have thought of a second round, we were just thinking with our gazes, “What the hell did we just do?”
“That was…,” Kaede began, “something.”
I agreed with her, thinking to myself that I still haven’t lost my grit, even after so long. I could only compliment her for it as we, slowly blinking, both tried to fix our hair. I stammered.
“You...you were great.”
“No,” she laughed, placing her hair on the sides of her face. Feigning humility, “You were great.”
It was my turn to feign it. Sharing a few playful kisses before Kaede was truly finished with me. A sticky, popping sound as she lifted herself off my still semi-erect cock. Gasping out while I laughed upon seeing the mess she had created. That was to think that we only lay on our backs twice, so the rest could only be from what was between her legs. Reaching a finger down to prick a drop of cum leaving her pussy’s folds, watching her lift it up to her mouth, and lick it. That won’t end well, I thought, even if I had thought she tasted good. Her face souring up at the salty droplet she just licked told me the Kaede I knew had returned. Leaving the bed first, I grabbed the box of tissues on her table and handed it to her. As she grabbed it, I finally got a peek outside. The sun was getting lower now, moving away from the windowsill, and she turned her head to look out, then to me.
“You never shut it, why?”
“Nobody was going to see us,” I responded, with the view only being other roofs, and barely any windows. Even if you looked up from the street, it was not her room being peeked into. Our combined noise, however, I never told her about. “Besides, I thought the sunset looked nice.”
“You were sightseeing? Or were you having sex with me?”
“Both.” I cheekily replied. Walking over to Kaede, who was still wiping away at herself, and leaning to kiss her. Her hands, as they were on my neck, were still as soft as ever. Though after, she beckoned me to come just a bit closer as she moved to the edge of the bed, then leaned down as she grabbed my now half-erect cock and licked at its tip. I grimaced, not expecting it to feel this sensitive. Looking down, she just smiled as she traced her tongue along the head. It had been another thing she had learned from her girl friends, apparently. After which, she hopped over into the shower first as I sat down, seeing some of our combined fluids still dripping off of her. Closing, but not locking the bathroom door, now it was my turn to wipe tissues everywhere.
Before joining her in the shower, I got one last look at her bed, the fucking mess of a bed, that is. A few particular wet spots, too many wrinkles to count, and a discarded, wrinkled robe on the floor. Picking it up and placing it on a hanger before I cleaned up after myself. Following her inside, and by the time I closed the door to the shower, it was running, seeing Kaede’s figure through frosted glass as she rubbed all over. Though not without telling me some quirks of the older space. The sliding door was slightly ajar, an invitation. Another round here, or not, I readied myself.
The next thing I saw after stepping in and having barely had time to scan Kaede and slide the door was her pointing the shower at me. The surprise “attack” of water, besides me yelling at her playfully to stop, even got in my mouth, as if that was of any help.
“No surprises!” she cautioned. I was tired of giving her a surprise, too.
Though admittedly, I understood the appeal of soapy suds on tits for the first time in a long while. Rubbing them from behind, and even facing me, like I had just discovered fire. All while fighting the urge to suck on them before it was all washed off. What an absolute pervert. Though later, while embracing her from behind, Kaede looked over and began to kiss me. A few steps later, and I had my back against the wall, and then she knelt. If she was so tired, why would she be the one to initiate this time? Slowly stroking my cock, I asked her.
“I thought you said no surprises?”
“I mean, aren’t you going home after this?” Kaede replied. She was just, quite literally, squeezing at every chance she had with me now.
I was planning to. But now? I didn’t think so. It was always easy to make an excuse. My cock, having not gone too limp, was hard again as she put her lips around it. In honesty, I should have seen it coming when she would stroke it with her soapy hands just moments ago. My now clean, and to her, veiny cock, was all Kaede wanted at this point. Turning the shower down, she was making herself gag on it, almost forcing herself on it. All pretty much undoing how clean she had made it earlier. Although one particular gag made me a little concerned that she might soil the tiles. Telling her to be careful as she coughed, she replied.
“I’m not Aizawa Minami, you know,” Kaede remarked. I laughed, her looking up just in time to read my lips, giggling along as she licked my length. Though both were excellent, and false dichotomies aside, I would still take Kaede.
“Hey! How do you know her?!”
“How do you think I know this?” she threw it back at me. Taking me halfway, then completely. Much like earlier, she just used her mouth. It was initially supposed to have been just a quick blow, as she moved much more hastily, stroking when she couldn’t take any more. Though before I came, my legs were wide, and she was sloppily taking my cock into her mouth. I pushed her off.
“Stand up,” I commanded. Kaede knew what was next, giving me a kiss before I turned her around. A slap rang out, her grimacing as she rubbed her right asscheek. Too much force, apparently. Bending her toward the shower, I positioned myself, stroking my twitching cock with one hand and linking the other around her arm. Leaning over as I rubbed it against her pussy. Only then did I reveal my proposition.
"You know, I can make excuses to sleep overnight."
A sly smile left Kaede's lips at that. Ideas formed in our heads about what else to do besides eat and watch the movie. However, I imagined her imagination ran far wilder than mine. Meanwhile, her other pair of lips had another story. Pushing myself in, I broke that confident look in her face. I didn't even give her the time to adjust, having already done that earlier, as I thrust all the way in. Her moans in the small space were even louder than it was in the bedroom, and were only complemented by the slapping of my crotch against hers.
I turned the shower on high, pointing the strong stream straight down onto the tiles in an attempt to hush Kaede's moans. Though with her legs closed, back bent forward, and my hands pulling at her elbows, I made sure she felt every thrust. I wasn't sure if it worked. Only letting her go as I felt myself coming closer, hands on her hips as I fucked her harder, her having nowhere to grip in the slippery tiles. Save for her fingers grazing at my thigh ever so often, with my hands only having her elbows and hip to hold on to as we came close. A shared grunt and shriek a minute later, two shaking, barely standing bodies at its wake, and the bathroom was quiet again. After that, we repeated our shower, quietly stepping out and drying ourselves, satisfied all the same. By that point, we really were too tired for surprises. I held the door open as we walked out in our towels.
"What do you want to eat?" Kaede asked. I was thinking when she had me wait for the door. Switching to another topic while we were at it, and clearly not setting up for another round as I stood at the doorway. Though I had an answer when she handed me my pants.
"Anything down in the kitchen is fine."
"Curry then."
Kaede got that one correct. Something cheap. Though upon going down so she can fix herself, I couldn’t help but chuckle at how scattered our clothes were around the couch, nor what unfolded while we were on it. I have to remind myself that there is no going back. We had sex twice in one afternoon. Cleaning our clothes up, I already kind of knew it would happen someday, though what I never really expected was that I was going to be today, having had to strip her as a miko, nonetheless. As such, I found myself having to replace the pitcher after drinking all of the water from it, and I finished all the bread she had bought for me in almost under a minute. Sex, in varying and at best, particular intensities, was a physically taxing activity.
Returning to our earlier positions before everything happened, I sat down on the couch and waited for her, then just lay down as I knew she would take quite a bit. While on my phone, and thinking I should buy us some things, or at least do anything, my eyes began to feel sleepy.
A while later, Kaede woke me up with a few taps on my shoulder. I dozed off. It hadn’t been too long since I had fallen asleep. My eyes were feeling heavier than I had anticipated, though I could tell she was going through it too. Both of us had to pretend to return to our regular duties after what we had just done. Telling her that maybe she should lie down on the couch and sleep. The same one I ate her out on earlier.
Though upon pointing it out, she must have thought I was trying to mess with her. I wasn’t.
Now, one of us had to buy a few things, and since I was the one who actually needed to go, I volunteered. By the time I opened the door, the sun had already set, but it still was not quite dark when we walked out. Though before I reached for the lock, Kaede tapped me on my shoulder. Facing her, our temporary goodbye kisses, originally pecks, became louder, smooches after mere seconds. We were quite handsy before she reached for the gate, though never reaching below either of our waists. Letting go of my lips, she was trying to make my shirt less awkward-looking when she asked, looking up.
“You’re going to eat with me, right?”
I couldn’t promise, as I might be stopped at home. I could be fast, though.
回る未来の地図を蹴り飛ばして
Mawaru mirai no chizu wo keritobashite
Why don't we kick away the rolling map of the future
“I’ll be back in an hour,” I promised.
Kaede was just quiet after that. Staring for a second before laughing. Asking her why, she just replied.
“I cannot believe we just did that,” she shyly remarked, covering her mouth and giggling to herself.
笑っていようぜ
Waratteiyou ze
And keep on smiling?
I still found it funny that it felt so new for her. Though for me, it felt almost inevitable. I laughed along for a bit before I told her I really needed to go.
“Alright, be back by then,” Kaede replied, a bit dotingly as she tapped the side of my neck.
君と描いた地図を手に取って
Kimi to egaita chizu wo te ni totte
With a map we drew together in our hands
One more kiss and I was out of the gate. She even waved me goodbye. Though for my part, I crossed my fingers once I got on the bus that I could come back.
Yet, as soon as I sat on the bus, its mechanical song lulled me as it began to pick up speed. I huffed, thinking about what we did. There was a problem. I felt my eyes getting heavy again.
笑っていたいね
Waratteitai ne
I want to keep on smiling with you
