A simple SinB fic for SinB day, and today she's very needy.
Length 2.3K
SinB x Mreader
SinB sat at home, wondering what to do. She had nothing planned, and while she could go out, she didn't particularly want to. As she turned over in bed, she looked at her nightstand. On the little table were her toys, various dildos and vibrators, shamelessly sitting there. SinB debated using them, but there was little desire to do so. A toy was good and all, but right now SinB felt like it wouldn't be enough; she wanted the real thing.
The young woman huffed. She reached over and grabbed her phone. She flicked through pictures and opened apps, going through everything in her boredom. Then she saw something that caught her eye. It was a cock, a long and thick one. She wasn't shocked; on the internet, people got around to posting things they definitely shouldn't have, and they'd be banned for it. Still looking at it, it piqued her interest. Then she read the caption, which was asking for someone to fuck in their area. Better yet, it was close to SinB; she recognized the address. SinB made another account; she wouldn't be caught using her own to direct message someone. She took a deep breath and began typing out a message. She saw what she liked and wanted it. SinB might not have known what kind of girl you were into, but she figured with a cock like that, someone submissive might seem better. SinB could play any role, so it didn't matter that much. Once the message was sent, she took a deep breath. Hopefully, she would get a message back soon. In a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, she got an immediate response. She was a little shocked to hear back so quickly, but it was all for the better. She had an itch that needed scratching.
You and SinB chatted, exchanging quick pleasantries before getting down to business.
“So you’re looking to fuck?”
“Yeah, I really need a big fat cock right now.”
“I’m going to need to see a photo,” you text. SinB furrowed her brow; she didn’t exactly want to show her face.
“Is a body shot okay?”
“That’ll work, but I want it nude.”
“Fair enough,” she thought to herself. This was for the purposes of fucking, and they’d see each other later. SinB stood out of bed and walked over to the floor-length mirror. It was a good thing she was already naked—a small perk of sleeping in the nude. SinB gives a quick peace sign before snapping the picture. She looked it over quickly, making sure her face wasn’t visible and nothing of note was in the background. Once she was sure, she sent it over to you. “I’ll be wearing a mask during this. As much as I need you to fuck me up with your cock, I don’t need anyone to know what I’m doing.”
“Fine by me, but I’m going to need one more picture, from the back this time.” SinB rolled her eyes at the request. At this point, she thought she was in for a penny, in for a pound. She turned around and snapped a picture of her backside. The picture was sent, and then the two of you began discussing details. “Can I come over now?” She asked. The response was an immediate yes. Finally securing a fuckbuddy. SinB started to get dressed. The young woman didn’t bother to wear panties or a bra. They wouldn’t be of any use anyway.
Dressed, SinB went on her way to your home. She did have to make a quick return to grab a mask. In her haste, she had nearly forgotten to put one on. She was right, the place was nearby. The moment she stepped into your home, you commanded her to strip down. Considering you were already naked, she had no problem with it. The young woman’s eyes were glued to your stiff cock. You hadn’t lied about what you were packing, and for that, she was thankful. She was also thankful you happened to pop up on her feed. You lead the young woman to your bedroom and take a seat on the bed. “Crawl for me, let me see what I bagged.”
SinB was glad that what lay before her matched the pictures she had seen. She smiled behind her mask and dropped to her knees. She crawled toward you, keeping her back arched and hips swaying. She would be happy to service you. She wrapped her hand around your length, her thumb tracing one of your veins. She moved along your shaft, watching your cock intently. She was getting wetter just looking at it. A handjob wasn’t going to be enough. “Go on and suck it. I see that look in your eyes.”
SinB smirked. She knew she had a terrible poker face when it came to sex. SinB inched closer to you. She pulled the bottom of her mask and stuck her tongue out, the slick tip appearing to you, dripping saliva onto the tip of your cock. She moved lower, concealing your length as she wrapped her lips around it. It's like a disappearing act with the mask involved. Your cock disappearing into the young woman’s moist and warm mouth. You groan, enjoying the experienced mouth of your new fuck buddy. She moves along your shaft, reaching the base with a little effort. It turns you on the way she chokes on your cock, the small gags, and the teary eyes as she forces herself to stay near the base.
You remember her opening messages and take advantage of this opportunity. You place your hands on the sides of SinB’s head and start thrusting your hips, fucking her face with increasing pace. SinB relaxed her jaw, letting you do as you pleased. There was something about having a cock being rammed down her throat that turned her on. Her hand went between her legs, finding her sopping cunt. She rubbed her clit, going in small circles. SinB’s moans were muffled at times, but you could tell she was trying to speak. What she said didn’t matter because you both knew she wanted this. The young woman placed her hand on your thigh, gripping it tightly as she got closer to cumming. “You love being facefucked, don’t you, you little slut.”
“I love it. I love big fucking cocks,” SinB tried to say. It was all but impossible with your cock still ramming the back of her throat. Her eyes shot open for a brief moment as you held her to your crotch. Then they slowly fell, half-lidded as your thickcum poured down her throat. You pulled out a bit, letting the young woman enjoy the taste as it filled her mouth. You might not have been able to see it, but SinB’s cheeks were hollowed out as she sucked as hard as she could, wanting every last drop. Even once your orgasm has ended, SinB keeps sucking, bobbing her head a few more times before leaving it with a pop.
The young woman makes sure to adjust her mask, keeping it over the lower half of her face. Her eyes never leave your cock, though, even after cumming, you were still hard.“Fuck, you really know how to treat a guy’s cock right. Why don’t you climb on up and ride this thing?”
SinB climbs onto you. She squats above your cock, her hand wrapping around your slick shaft as she aligns her aching cunt with you. “I’ve needed this all day.”
“Then go on, ride this fucking dick like your life depends on it.” You bring your hand to SinB’s ass, making her suppress a moan. She giggles before lowering herself. The young woman cranes her neck, eyes shutting as she relishes the sensation of your cock stretching her entrance. The head was splitting her apart, and as she took more into her warm folds, SinB’s voice trickled out. This was just what she had been craving. She took your cock deep into her needy cunt, stretching it to its limits. SinB let out a loud groan. She was absolutely stuffed. You were pressing against her womb. The young woman pushed on her knees to lift herself. It was difficult, though; her walls were clamping onto your cock, refusing to let it go easily.
“C’mon slut, bounce on this dick,” you tell her, spanking her ass. SinB drops onto your cock one more time. The vice grip she has on you feels incredible, along with the warmth of her core. The pace she was moving at, though, left a lot to be desired. “I’ll do it myself,” you tell the young woman, grabbing onto her waist. You begin to bounce SinB on your cock, with a little force, you can easily slide her along your length, her slick walls still desperate for your cock. SinB grips your arms, moaning constantly. You watch her small tits bounce along with her, her soft flesh jiggling.
You begin to thrust into her, adding to the pleasure she feels. “Fuck, fuck,” SinB grunts. She places her hands on your chest, supporting herself as you drive yourself into her. “I-I can’t–cumming!” SinB cries out, her walls clamping down on your shaft. As SinB cums on your cock you slip your hands under her legs and around her back. You slowly rise to your feet, keeping yourself connected to the young woman. You walk over to the windows, pressing her against it as you ram your length into her womb. SinB cries out. She presses her hands against the glass; her feet are by her head as you fold her in half. The only support she has is your hands on her ass. She feels your nails digging into her flesh, and your rough thrusts bring her to the edge of another orgasm.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes! Yes! It’s exactly what I wanted, what I needed.” SinB shouts, more moans spilling from her lips with every thrust, the sound filling the room along with the clapping of your bodies.
“Yeah, tell me all about it.”
“Toys can’t even compare to the real thing. A real fucking cock doesn’t stretch me out and fuck me until I can’t feel my legs.” SinB’s head rests against the glass, her core tightens as her orgasm approaches, and as much as she tries to hold it back, it becomes impossible.
“A toy can’t cum inside you either,” you remark, burying yourself inside her fertile cunt. SinB lets out a low groan as your cum is pumped into her body. You feel her walls flexing around your cock, dragging every drop of cum out of you. “Such a tight cunt, I bet you want more, don’t you?”
“Please, please, fill my slutty pussy with more cum,” She mumbles. You bring SinB over to the bed, turning her onto her stomach and raising her ass into the air. You bring your hand down on her ass once more; the few strikes you’ve given her already have her skin turning a bright red. “More,” SinB groans, shaking her ass for you. You smirk as the young woman asks for more punishment. You bring your hands down on her cheeks, watching her ass recoil. You deliver more strikes, alternating which cheek gets hit. SinB keeps her face to the mattress and ass raised high, each hit had her biting her bottom lip, pleasure building from each stinging hit.
She took a deep breath when the spanking finally ended. Then she cried out as you pierce her with your length. You hold onto her waist with one hand as the other grabs her hair. You pull her head back as you drive your cock back into her. SinB has drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, soaking her mask as you drive her crazy. Each thrust makes her lurch forward. When you pull her back, you match it with a thrust, making sure each time you ram into her womb.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” SinB mumbles, her body tingling all over. She could only focus on the sensation of your slick cock sliding in and out of her, pushing your cum out of her cunt to make room for more. As your cock began to throb, SinB tried pushing her ass back against you. She had little strength, though at the moment, she was nothing more than a toy for you to use, and she had no problem with that. The itch that had been bothering her was finally gone, and on top of that, she found someone who could be a great fuck buddy. The moment you buried yourself inside her, SinB reached another peak, her vision blurring as you came inside her again. Your searing cum poured into her womb again. If she wasn’t on the pill, she was certain you would get her pregnant with the amount you were pumping into her. Even with your cock inside her, it began to flow out of her abused cunt. Her pussy is left gaping as you pull out and spurt the last of your cum onto her back. SinB lets out a shuddered sigh. She felt content. You take a seat beside SinB, looking at your work.
After some time, SinB regains enough energy. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah, now why don’t you take a little walk of shame, go back home with my cum on your back?”
“Okay,” SinB said with a giggle. SinB slowly got up, her legs wobbly as she dressed herself. The amount of cum you poured into her left the crotch of her pants wet, and her backless shirt made it quite obvious what she had done. “How about I come back in a couple of days?”
“Deal.” With that, your little tryst with SinB was over. She walked out and began the walk back to her home, hair sticking to her forehead, and large splotches of cum on her back. She would consider today a success. She didn’t even care if people noticed her right now.
Lewd Thoughts about you and Eunha making out only to get surprised by the members of viviz and instead of stopping she gets turned on. Ends up riding you in front of the girls
(Sorry I missclicked the previous ask and send you half of the thing :sob: )
Kinky girl
For a moment, it seemed like you'd have to stop your activities with Eunha, considering that SinB and Umji had caught you in the act.
To your surprise, though, Eunha started moving. To add to that, she seemed tighter, like being watched turned her on even more. Whatever the reason you didn't care all too much. You had Eunha riding you, that was all that mattered. Well, that and her lips on your in a passionate kiss. She moaning louder than ever before.
You turned things up, grabbing her waist and making her ride you faster. Eunha would occasionally glance at her members, her slick walls tightening around you each time she did so. It all kept building up until you buried yourself inside her, cummign together in full view of Umji and SinB.
Your eyes opened to the soft, unfamiliar grey of a room that wasn’t yours. The air held a crisp, clean scent, a mix of linen and something faintly floral—her shampoo, maybe. Awareness came in layers. First, the weight of a down comforter. Then, the warmth. A profound, solid warmth pressed along your side, a line of heat from your shoulder to your hip. And finally, the sound. A soft, rhythmic sigh against your chest.
You tilted your head, a movement that sent a faint ache through your neck—the kind that spoke of a deep, unplanned sleep. Your vision adjusted, and the world crystallized into a single, impossible detail.
Sohyun’s face was nestled against you. Her cheek rested on the bare skin of your sternum, her features smoothed by sleep into an expression of profound peace. Her black hair, as sleek and dark as spilled ink, fanned across your chest and the white sheets, catching the weak morning light filtering through the blinds. Each exhalation from her parted lips was a warm, steady ghost against your skin, a tiny anchor in the quiet room. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of her ribs against your own.
Your heart, which had been beating a slow, sleepy rhythm, suddenly decided it was late for a marathon. Thump-thump-thump-thump. It felt like a trapped bird trying to escape the cage of your ribs, a frantic drumbeat you were certain would vibrate through your bones and wake her.
You’d been in love with her since high school. It wasn’t a gentle crush; it was a foundational fact of your existence, as constant and inexplicable as gravity. Sohyun, the senior with the sharp mind and the sharper smile, who moved through the halls with a quiet, magnetic confidence that made everyone—boys and girls alike—turn their heads. She wasn’t just beautiful; she had that handsome girl charisma, a compelling blend of elegant grace and a subtle, understated strength that lived in the set of her shoulders and the directness of her gaze. It had lasted through graduation, through her moving to university, through you following a year later, a planet forever caught in a distant, hopeless orbit around a brilliant, unattainable sun.
And now she was here. In your bed. On you.
How? The question screamed in your head, but the memory of last night was a murky pool of laughter, loud music, and the hazy glow of too many cheap beers at a campus-wide party. You’d seen her there, of course. You always saw her. She’d been holding court with a circle of friends, her laugh cutting through the din like clear silver. You’d mumbled a hello, she’d given you that brief, dazzling smile that never quite reached her assessing eyes, and then… blank. A void until this moment of waking terror and elation.
A more pressing need asserted itself. Your bladder was full. The urge to move, to extricate yourself from this heavenly trap, became physical. You tried to shift, to slide out from under her with glacial slowness. You tensed your abdominal muscles, began the delicate process of lifting your torso…
Her body tightened against yours. It was a subtle coiling, like a cat sensing a disturbance in its nap. The arm she had draped across your stomach flexed, her fingers splaying against your side. A low, rough sound vibrated from her throat into your chest, a sleep-graveled rumble that was nothing like her usual clear, melodic voice.
“Where are you going.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, thick with sleep and a possessiveness that stole the air from your lungs. Her eyes were still closed, long lashes fanning against her cheekbones.
You froze, half-raised, suspended in an awkward crunch. “I… bathroom,” you managed, your own voice a dry croak.
One eye cracked open. Just one. A sliver of dark, intelligent brown peered up at you, clouded with sleep but already far too perceptive. “Mm.” The sound was an acknowledgment, not a permission. She didn’t move her arm. “You’ll come back.”
Another statement. Your brain short-circuited. You’ll come back. Was it a command? A sleepy assumption? A hope? You couldn’t parse it. All you could do was nod, a stiff, jerky motion.
That seemed to satisfy her. The eye closed, and her body relaxed back into its warm, heavy weight against you, though her arm remained firmly in place. “Don’t be long. It’s cold.”
You were burning up. Slowly, with the care of a bomb disposal expert, you slid out from under her arm. The loss of her warmth was instant and shocking, a cold draft rushing in to fill the space where she had been. You swung your legs over the side of the bed, your feet hitting a cool wooden floor. You were in your boxers and nothing else. You glanced back.
Sohyun had curled into the space you vacated, pulling the comforter up to her chin. Her hair spilled over the pillow like a shadow. In the dim light, she looked younger, softer than the untouchable senior you idolized. Real.
The bathroom was small, clinical. You splashed cold water on your face, staring at your wide-eyed reflection. Get a grip. You took care of business, the mundane act somehow grounding. The questions returned, louder now. How did she get here? Did you talk? Did you say something stupid? Did you… try anything? A cold dread seeped in. What if you’d made a fool of yourself and she was just too polite to leave?
You washed your hands, taking your time, trying to piece together fragments. A memory surfaced: stumbling out of the party into the cool night air, your head spinning. A voice beside you. Her voice. “You look like you’re about to face-plant into the quad. Come on, I’m this way.” An arm slipping under yours, surprisingly strong, holding you up. The smell of her perfume—jasmine and clean skin—cutting through the beer fumes. Mumbled apologies from you, a dismissive chuckle from her. A key in a door… not your dorm door. Hers?
You leaned against the sink. You’d been in her apartment. She’d brought you home. Because you were a drunken mess. The elation curdled into a sharp humiliation. Of course. Sohyun, ever responsible, ever the caretaker, had seen a pathetic underclassman about to pass out and taken pity on him. The fact that she’d let you sleep in her bed was just… practicality. Probably only had one bed. Nothing more.
The narrative settled, cold and heavy. It made sense. It was the only thing that made sense.
You walked back into the bedroom, your steps quieter now, deflated. The grey light had brightened to a pale gold. She was awake. Propped on one elbow, the comforter pooled around her waist, she was watching you. She wore a simple black tank top, the straps thin against the smooth slopes of her shoulders. Her hair was tousled, a beautiful mess. Her gaze was clear, alert, and utterly unreadable.
“You snore,” she said, her voice back to its normal timbre, but with a morning huskiness that wrapped around the words.
“I… I’m sorry.” You stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, feeling exposed in your boxers.
“Don’t be. It was consistent. Like a distant engine.” A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. “Predictable.”
You didn’t know what to do with that. “Sohyun, about last night… thank you. And I’m so sorry. I must have been—”
“A disaster?” she finished for you, the smile growing a fraction. “You were. A charming disaster, but a disaster nonetheless. You tried to explain the philosophical implications of the university’s grading system to a potted plant outside the Student Union.”
You winced, heat flooding your face. “Oh, god.”
“It’s fine.” She sat up fully, stretching her arms over her head. The movement pulled the fabric of her tank top taut, outlining the lean muscles of her arms, the subtle curve of her breasts. You forced your eyes to the window. “You were harmless. And you looked so lost. I couldn’t just leave you to wander into a fountain.”
“You brought me here,” you stated, needing to hear it.
“My couch is a torture device disguised as furniture. It would have been inhumane.” She swung her legs out of bed. She was wearing matching black sleep shorts that ended mid-thigh. Her legs were long, lean, defined. She stood up, and you were struck again by her presence—she was almost your height, and she carried herself with a quiet ownership of any space she occupied. She padded past you, her shoulder lightly brushing your arm. A spark, a static shock of contact. “Coffee?”
“Uh, sure. Yes. Please.”
You followed her into the small, tidy kitchenette. She moved with an efficient, unhurried grace, filling a kettle, scooping grounds into a French press. The silence was dense, filled with the sounds of her movements and your own thrumming nervousness.
“You don’t remember much, do you?” she asked, not turning around.
“Not after… after the plant, no.”
She chuckled, a soft, warm sound. “You talked a lot. Before you passed out.”
A new kind of dread, colder and deeper, took root. “About what?”
The kettle began to whistle. She poured the water over the grounds, a rich, earthy scent blooming in the air. “Oh, this and that. Your classes. Your terrible roommate. Your dog back home.” She paused, setting the kettle down. She still hadn’t turned to face you. “How you ended up at this university.”
Your mouth went dry. You knew where this was going. You’d told that story once, drunk on cheap wine at a freshman mixer, to a friend who’d later teased you mercilessly. I followed a girl here. Pathetic, right?
“And why was that?” she asked, her voice deliberately light, conversational. She finally turned, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed. Her eyes were on you, steady and waiting.
You could lie. You could make up something about the academic program, the campus. But under that gaze, the truth felt like the only thing that had any weight. You looked down at your bare feet on her kitchen tile. “You know why.”
The silence stretched. The coffee steeped.
“I think I do,” she said, her voice dropping, losing its casual edge. “But I’ve been known to be wrong. Humor me.”
You dragged your eyes up to meet hers. It was like standing at the edge of a cliff. “I saw you, at a high school debate tournament. You were arguing for reducing the voting age. You were… electric. You dismantled the other team with logic, but you never raised your voice. You just knew things. And afterwards, you were standing by the trophy case, and some guy from the other school came up to you, all cocky, trying to flirt. And you just looked at him, gave him this tiny, pitying smile, and said, ‘Your premise was flawed from the start. I suggest you review your foundational material.’” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I applied here a week later. I didn’t even look at the brochure.”
Sohyun didn’t move. Her expression was inscrutable. “That was three years ago.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve been here two years.”
“Yeah.”
“And in all that time, you’ve said maybe fifty words to me. Total.”
Your face was on fire. “What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, I upended my life because you were smart and beautiful and I’m kind of obsessed’?”
A flicker of something crossed her face—surprise, maybe, or amusement. “It’s a starting point.”
She pushed off the counter and pressed down the plunger on the French press. The thunk was final in the quiet room. She poured two mugs, black, and handed one to you. Your fingers brushed. This time, the contact was deliberate, prolonged. Her skin was warm from the mug.
“You should say it now,” she said, holding her own mug close to her face, the steam curling around her features.
“What?”
“The thing you were supposed to say.” She took a sip, watching you over the rim. “Consider this a… belated opportunity. A morning-after debrief, if you will.”
This was a test. A game. One you were woefully unprepared for. You took a gulp of the scalding coffee, needing the pain to focus. “I upended my life because you were the most compelling person I’d ever seen. Because you have a mind that’s terrifying and a smile that’s… worse. Because for three years, you’ve been the standard I measure everything against, and it’s incredibly annoying.” The words were tumbling out now, raw and unpolished. “And waking up with you on me was the best and most confusing moment of my entire life, and I have no idea what it means, and I’m half-convinced I’m still drunk and hallucinating.”
She was silent for a long moment. Then she set her mug down on the counter with a soft click. She took two steps towards you, closing the distance in the small kitchen. You could smell the coffee on her breath, see the tiny flecks of amber in her brown eyes. Her presence was overwhelming.
“It means,” she said, her voice a low, intimate murmur, “that you talk too much when you’re drunk, but you’re surprisingly honest. It means I’ve known you were following me around like a lost puppy since freshman orientation. It means I brought you here last night because I was tired of watching you watch me from across rooms.” She reached out, not touching you, but her hand hovered near your arm. “And it means this morning, I didn’t want you to get out of my bed.”
The world tilted. The careful, humiliating narrative you’d constructed in the bathroom shattered. “You… knew?”
“Of course I knew.” A genuine smile, one that reached her eyes, making them crinkle at the corners. It was devastating. “You’re not subtle. You have this… look. Like you’re trying to solve a very complicated, very beautiful equation.”
“And that’s not… creepy?”
“It was, at first. Then it became… familiar. Then it became something I looked for.” She finally let her fingertips make contact, tracing a line from your wrist to your elbow. The touch was feather-light, exploratory. Your skin prickled in its wake. “You’re different when you think no one’s looking. Less nervous. More… intense.”
“Sohyun, I…” You had no words left. The equation was solved, and the answer was standing right in front of you, touching your arm.
“Shh.” Her finger came up, pressing gently against your lips. The shock of it was electric. “You’ve said your piece. Now it’s my turn.” She leaned in closer. Her breath fanned your cheek. “I don’t do this. I don’t bring drunk boys home. I don’t let them sleep in my bed. I don’t make them coffee in the morning. And I certainly don’t tell them they’ve been a persistent, intriguing fixture in my peripheral vision for two years.” Her lips were so close you could almost feel their shape. “But I find I want to see what happens when you’re not just watching from a distance. I want to see if that intensity I’ve glimpsed is really there.”
She pulled back, just an inch, her dark eyes searching yours. The tension in the air was a living thing, thick and sweet as honey. It wasn’t sexual, not yet—it was something more profound, a terrifying, exhilarating negotiation of power and vulnerability. She was offering you a glimpse behind the curtain, but she was still firmly holding the rope.
“What do you want to happen?” you breathed, the question barely audible.
Her thumb brushed your lower lip, a slow, considering stroke. “I want you to finish your coffee. I want you to stop looking at me like I’m about to disappear. And I want you to decide if you’re brave enough to stop being the boy in the shadows and try being the one standing next to me.” She dropped her hand, the loss of contact a physical ache. “The coffee’s getting cold.”
She turned and walked back towards the bedroom, leaving you standing in the kitchen, your heart hammering against your ribs, her scent in the air, and the ghost of her touch burning on your skin.
The silence after her words wasn’t empty. It was full of the low hum of the refrigerator, the distant sound of traffic from the street below, and the deafening roar of your own pulse in your ears. Brave enough. The phrase echoed, a challenge and an invitation tangled together. You stared at the dark liquid in your mug, seeing not coffee but the reflection of the shaky, impossible future she’d just sketched in the air between you.
You took a gulp. It was lukewarm, bitter. You drank it anyway, needing the ritual, the anchor of a simple action. When you lowered the mug, your hand was steadier than you felt.
She was in the bedroom. You could hear the soft shuffle of fabric, a drawer opening and closing. Normal morning sounds in an utterly abnormal situation. You placed your empty mug in the sink, the ceramic click too loud in the quiet apartment. You walked to the bedroom doorway and leaned against the frame.
Sohyun was standing by her dresser, her back to you. She had changed out of the sleep shorts and tank top. Now she wore a pair of simple, faded black jeans and was pulling a soft-looking grey sweater over her head. The fabric caught on her shoulders for a second before she tugged it down, the movement stretching the material across her back. She smoothed her hair with one hand, the black strands slipping through her fingers like dark water.
“Decided?” she asked, without turning around. Her voice was casual, but there was an edge underneath it, a thread of anticipation.
“I’m here,” you said. It was all you could manage.
She turned then. The sweater hung off one shoulder, revealing the strap of a black bra beneath. She looked you up and down, a slow, assessing sweep that made you hyper-aware of your state of undress—just your boxers in her morning-lit bedroom. “You are,” she agreed. A small, private smile played on her lips. “But are you present? Or are you still that boy watching from the doorway of the lecture hall?”
You pushed off the doorframe, taking a step into the room. The wooden floor was cool under your feet. “I don’t know how to be anything else with you.”
“Then learn.” She took a step toward you, closing the distance. She stopped just out of arm’s reach. “The first lesson is honesty. Raw, inconvenient honesty. You just gave me some in the kitchen. Don’t stop now.” She tilted her head. “What do you want right now, this second?”
The question was a trap and a gift. You could give the safe answer, the polite one. Or you could leap. Your mouth was dry. “I want to touch you.”
Her eyes darkened, the brown deepening to something closer to black. “Where?”
Your breath faltered. This was it. The point of no return. “Your hair. Your face. Your…” You gestured weakly toward her, your hand fluttering in the space between you. “Your waist.”
“Specific,” she murmured, and it sounded like praise. “Good. And what do you think I want?”
“I have no idea,” you admitted, the honesty wrenched out of you. “You’re… you’re Sohyun. You’re in control. You’re always ten steps ahead.”
“Am I?” She took the final step, erasing the gap. Now you could feel the warmth radiating from her body, could smell the clean, floral scent of her skin mixed with the faint musk of sleep. “Right now, I’m one step ahead. Maybe half a step. And what I want is very simple.” She reached up and placed her palm flat against your chest, right over your pounding heart. Her hand was warm, her touch firm, grounding. “I want to see if you can keep up.”
Her hand slid up, over your collarbone, to rest at the side of your neck. Her thumb brushed the line of your jaw. It was the lightest of touches, but it sent a current straight down your spine. Your skin tightened, every nerve ending waking up.
“You’ve watched me for years,” she said, her voice dropping to that intimate murmur again. “You’ve imagined this, haven’t you?”
You couldn’t lie. Not under that gaze. “Yes.”
“Tell me one thing you imagined. One specific thing.”
Your mind, usually so quick to supply embarrassing, clumsy fantasies, went blank. Then one surfaced, clear and vivid. “I imagined what it would be like to kiss you after you won a debate. When you were still buzzing with adrenaline. I thought… I thought you’d taste like victory.”
A genuine, surprised laugh escaped her, a short, bright sound. “That’s disgustingly poetic.” Her thumb stroked your jaw again. “And?”
“And I was afraid I’d be too nervous to do it right.”
“And now?” Her eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up. “Are you nervous now?”
“Terrified.”
“Good.” Her other hand came up to mirror the first, so she was cradling your face. Her grip was gentle but undeniable. “Don’t be brave. Just be honest. Follow my lead.”
She leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, to freeze, to be the boy in the shadows. You didn’t. You stood there, your heart trying to batter its way out of your chest, as her face filled your vision. Her eyes stayed open, watching you, until the last possible moment before her lips met yours.
The first touch was a soft, closed-mouth press. A testing. The warmth of her mouth was a shock, softer than you’d ever dreamed. She held there for a long, suspended second, and the world narrowed to that single point of contact—the incredible, impossible reality of Sohyun’s mouth on yours. She pulled back a fraction, her breath mingling with yours. Her eyes searched your face, reading the shock, the awe, the burgeoning hunger there.
Then she kissed you again.
This time, there was purpose. Her lips moved, parting just slightly, applying a subtle, increasing pressure. A silent question. Your body answered before your mind could. Your own lips parted in response, and the kiss deepened. It wasn’t frantic or sloppy; it was deliberate, a slow exploration. The feeling of her lower lip between yours was so intensely focused it blurred everything else. You could feel the smooth texture, the plush give of it.
A low sound hummed in her throat, a vibration you felt through the connection of your mouths. It spurred you on. Your hands, which had been hanging uselessly at your sides, came up. Tentatively, you placed them on her waist, over the soft wool of her sweater. The reality of her shape under your palms—the slight inward curve, the firmness of her hip bones—was almost too much.
She responded by sliding her hands from your face into your hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. The slight tug sent a jolt of pure heat directly to your core. Her tongue touched your lower lip, a hot, wet swipe that made your knees feel loose.
You opened for her, and she took the invitation.
The kiss transformed. It became deeper, wetter, a slow tangle of heat and sensation. The taste of her was clean, like mint toothpaste and black coffee, and underneath it, something uniquely her—a faint, elusive sweetness. Your head spun. This was nothing like the clumsy, rushed kisses you’d experienced before. This was a conversation, a negotiation of pressure and rhythm. She would advance, her tongue sliding against yours, and then retreat, sucking gently on your lip, letting you chase her. Then she’d let you lead for a moment, meeting your slower explorations with a hum of approval.
One of her hands drifted down from your hair, over your shoulder, down your arm, then back up under the sleeve of your—well, you weren’t wearing a sleeve. Her fingertips traced the muscles of your bicep, your tricep, mapping you with a curious, possessive touch. It was your turn to make a sound, a ragged exhale that was almost a moan against her mouth.
She broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to speak. Her lips were flushed, glistening. “You’re learning fast,” she breathed, her own breathing slightly uneven.
“Good teacher,” you managed, your voice rough.
She smiled, a real, unguarded smile that made your chest ache. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” Her eyes dropped to your chest, then lower. The evidence of your arousal was tenting the front of your boxers, obvious and undeniable. She didn’t comment on it, but her smile turned knowing, satisfied. “Now. You said you wanted to touch my hair.”
You nodded, wordless.
“So touch it.”
You brought a hand up, your fingers trembling slightly. You slid them into the hair at her temple, pushing it back. It was every bit as silky as it looked, cool and heavy as it slipped through your fingers. You cupped the back of her head, your palm against the elegant line of her skull. The intimacy of the hold, of having this powerful, controlled person yielding to your touch, was dizzying.
“Good,” she whispered. “Your turn. Ask for what you want.”
“Kiss me again,” you said, the words raw.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
This kiss was fiercer, hungrier. The careful control began to fray at the edges. Her hands slid down your back, pulling your body flush against hers. You could feel the soft press of her breasts against your chest, the hard buckle of her jeans against your stomach. The friction was maddening. You groaned into her mouth, your hips giving an involuntary jerk forward.
She broke away with a sharp intake of breath, her eyes blazing. “Bed,” she commanded, her voice husky.
She took your hand and led you the two steps to the side of her bed. She turned to face you, her gaze holding yours. “Last chance to be the boy in the shadows,” she said, but her tone held no doubt. She was stating a fact, not offering an out.
“I’m right here,” you repeated, and it felt like a vow.
Her fingers went to the hem of her grey sweater. She gathered the fabric in both hands and, in one smooth, unhurried motion, pulled it up over her head and tossed it aside. It landed on the floor with a soft whump.
She stood before you in just her jeans and the black bra. Her skin was a smooth, even canvas of light olive tone, flawless in the morning light. Her shoulders were elegantly defined, her collarbones sharp and beautiful. The bra was simple, lace-trimmed, and it held the gentle swell of her breasts, the curve of them making your mouth go dry.
“Your eyes,” she said softly, watching you look at her. “They’re so… hungry. I’ve seen that look from across rooms. Feeling it this close is different.” She reached behind her back, and with a deft twist, the clasp of her bra came undone. She let the straps slide down her arms, and then she dropped it, letting it join the sweater on the floor.
Your breath stopped.
Her breasts were perfect. Not large, but beautifully shaped, high and firm with dusky pink nipples that were already drawn into tight peaks from the cool air or the tension—maybe both. You stared, the image searing itself into your mind. The gentle slope, the subtle shadow underneath, the way they rose and fell with her quickened breathing.
“You can touch,” she said, her voice a low thrum. “You wanted my waist. That’s a start.”
Your hands found her waist again, now on bare skin. The warmth of her was a shock. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, like heated satin. Your thumbs stroked the delicate ridges of her ribs, feeling her muscles tense under your touch. You leaned in, drawn irresistibly, and pressed your lips to the hollow of her throat. Her pulse hammered against your mouth, a frantic, living rhythm.
She let out a shaky sigh, her head tilting back to give you better access. You kissed your way along her collarbone, nuzzling the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. The scent of her skin was intoxicating up close—warm, clean, deeply feminine.
“Higher,” she instructed, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders.
You obeyed, trailing kisses up the column of her throat to her jaw. When you reached her mouth again, the kiss was explosive, all the built-up tension igniting. Her tongue plunged into your mouth, demanding, and you met her with equal fervor. Your hands slid from her waist around to the small of her back, pressing her even tighter against you. The feeling of her bare skin under your palms, the heat of her stomach against yours, was overwhelming.
One of her hands slipped between your bodies, her fingers tracing the hard line of your erection through the thin cotton of your boxers. You gasped, bucking into her touch.
“So eager,” she murmured against your lips, a note of triumph in her voice. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your boxers. “These are in the way.”
She pushed them down, and you helped, kicking them off your ankles. You stood naked before her, completely exposed, more vulnerable than you’d ever been. Her eyes raked over you, taking in every detail—the heave of your chest, the tense muscles of your stomach, the hard, flushed length of your cock standing starkly against your body. Her gaze lingered there, not with shyness, but with a frank, appraising curiosity that made your skin feel too tight.
“Look at you,” she said, almost to herself. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around you, not stroking, just holding, measuring the weight and heat of you in her hand. The contact was electric, a bolt of pure sensation that made your legs tremble. “All this time, all that intensity… it’s all right here.”
She gave one slow, firm stroke from root to tip, her thumb swirling over the slick head. You cried out, a broken, helpless sound, and your hands gripped her back desperately.
“Sohyun…”
“I know,” she soothed, but she didn’t stop. She established a slow, relentless rhythm, her hand gliding smoothly over your sensitive flesh. Her other hand came up to cup your face, forcing you to look at her. “Look at me. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see it. I want to see what I do to you.”
It was agony and ecstasy. The pleasure built in sharp, coiling waves, but her gaze held you captive, making the experience unbearably intimate. You were laid bare in every possible way. You could see the concentration in her face, the slight parting of her lips, the dark flush on her own cheeks. She was studying you, learning you, claiming you.
“I’m not… I can’t last…” you gritted out, your hips pistoning involuntarily into her fist.
“Not yet,” she commanded, and her hand stilled, squeezing lightly at the base of you. The edge receded, leaving you shuddering. “My turn.”
She released you and, with a push against your shoulders, guided you to sit on the edge of the bed. You landed with a soft jolt, looking up at her. She stood between your legs, looking down at you with that devastating, knowing smile. Her hands went to the button of her jeans.
She popped it open, then slowly drew down the zipper. The sound was loud in the quiet room. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and with a roll of her hips, she pushed the jeans down her legs. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
Now she wore only a pair of black lace panties, a tiny, delicate triangle that did little to hide the shape of her. Your eyes were glued to the thatch of dark hair visible through the fine lace, the generous curve of her hips, the long, powerful lines of her thighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, the words torn from you.
“I know,” she said again, but this time it wasn’t arrogance. It was a simple acceptance of a fact, and it was somehow more powerful. She placed her hands on your shoulders. “Lie back.”
You scooted back on the bed until your head hit the pillows. She climbed onto the mattress, kneeling over you, one knee on either side of your hips. She didn’t lower herself onto you. She just stayed there, poised above you, letting you look your fill. The morning light painted her in shades of gold and shadow, highlighting the dip of her waist, the smooth plane of her stomach, the proud lift of her breasts.
“You have no idea,” she said, her voice low and thick, “how long I’ve wanted to see that look on your face. Not admiration from afar. This. Want. Need. Ache.” She leaned down, bracing her hands on the pillow on either side of your head. Her hair fell around your face like a curtain, enclosing you in a world that was only her scent, her heat, her eyes. “Tell me what you ache for.”
Your hands came up to rest on her hips, your thumbs stroking the sharp crest of her pelvic bones through the lace. “You. All of you. I want to taste you. I want to feel you around me. I want to fuck you until neither of us remembers any other way to be.”
The crude, desperate words hung in the air. Her eyes flared, and for a second, the absolute control she wielded slipped, revealing a naked, answering hunger that took your breath away.
“Yes,” she breathed, the word a promise and a concession. “But not yet.” She lowered herself slowly, until her chest brushed against yours, the hard peaks of her nipples grazing your skin. The warmth of her body covered you, a delicious, suffocating weight. She nuzzled your ear, her lips finding the sensitive shell. “First, I want to feel your mouth on me. Everywhere. I want you to learn the taste of my skin, the sound I make when you find the right spot.” She nipped your earlobe, a sharp, sweet pain. “Can you do that for me?”
“Anything,” you vowed, your voice cracking.
“Good boy.”
She shifted, rolling off to lie beside you on the bed. She propped herself up on one elbow, facing you. With her free hand, she took your hand and guided it to the waistband of her panties. “Take these off me.”
Your fingers fumbled with the delicate fabric, but you managed to hook them into the lace and draw them down her legs. She lifted her hips to help you, and then she was finally, completely naked beside you.
You had seen her, but now you saw her. The elegant delta of dark, neatly trimmed hair. The full, plump outer lips, already glistening with a clear, pearly slickness. The puffy, darker pink inner lips, slightly parted and swollen with arousal. The scent of her, musky and sweet and utterly primal, washed over you. It was the most erotic thing you had ever witnessed.
“You’re staring again,” she said, but her voice was soft, vulnerable in a way you’d never heard.
“You’re perfect.”
“Touch me.”
You reached out, your hand trembling. You let the back of your fingers trail lightly through the dark curls, then down over the smooth, hot skin of her mound. You cupped her, feeling the incredible heat and softness there. A soft, choked gasp escaped her lips. Emboldened, you let your fingertips drift lower, tracing the slick, swollen folds. They were drenched, your fingers coming away glistening.
“Sohyun…” you breathed, awestruck by the evidence of her desire.
“I know,” she whispered for the third time, and this time it was a confession. “It’s been a long time coming.”
You leaned in, drawn by her scent, by the visual feast of her. You kissed the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. The skin was incredibly soft. You placed another kiss higher up, then another, working your way inward in a slow, torturous pilgrimage. Her breath hitched, and her hand came down to tangle in your hair, not guiding, just holding on.
When your mouth was finally level with her core, you paused, breathing her in. You looked up the length of her body. She was watching you, her eyes dark pools of want, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
You lowered your head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her very center.
The taste was complex, salty and sweet and uniquely her. The sound she made was a sharp, surprised cry that melted into a long, trembling sigh. Her hips jerked off the bed, pushing herself more firmly against your mouth.
“Again,” she demanded, her voice shaking.
You obeyed, licking a slow, broad stripe from her opening all the way up to the swollen bud of her clit. Her entire body shuddered. You did it again, finding a rhythm, exploring her with your tongue. You lapped at her entrance, drinking in her taste, then focused on the tight, hard little nub above. You circled it, flicked it, sucked it gently into your mouth.
Her moans became a continuous, ragged melody. Her hold on your hair tightened, her thighs tensing around your head. “Right there… oh, fuck, yes, right there…” she chanted, her composure splintering.
You were lost in her, in the feel of her soft flesh yielding under your tongue, in the salty-sweet flood of her arousal, in the desperate, beautiful sounds she was making. You slid one hand under her thigh, hooking it over your shoulder to open her wider to you. You pushed your tongue deeper, exploring the hot, slick channel of her.
She was thrashing now, her back arching off the bed. “I’m close… don’t stop, please, please don’t stop…”
You doubled your efforts, focusing all your attention on her clit, sucking and licking with a fervor you didn’t know you possessed. Her breathing became frantic, a series of sharp gasps. Her whole body went rigid, a bowstring pulled taut. A broken, sobbing cry tore from her throat, and her hips ground against your face as her climax ripped through her. The taste of her intensified, flooding your mouth as her inner muscles fluttered wildly against your tongue.
You held her through it, gentling your motions until the last tremor subsided. She went boneless against the mattress, her hand falling from your hair to splay across her stomach, which rose and fell rapidly. You lifted your head, your lips and chin wet with her. You kissed your way back up her body, over her trembling stomach, between her breasts, to her mouth.
She kissed you back hungrily, tasting herself on your lips. The kiss was deep, messy, and utterly raw.
When you finally broke apart, she was panting, her eyes glassy with spent pleasure. She looked utterly wrecked and more beautiful than ever.
“See?” she rasped, a trace of her old smile returning. “You’re a quick Learner”
She watched you taste her, her breath still coming in ragged gusts against your lips. Her eyes, half-lidded and heavy, held a dazed, triumphant satisfaction. You were both kneeling on the bed now, facing each other, the air thick with the scent of her release and your shared heat.
“A quick Learner,” she repeated, her voice a husky whisper. She reached out and traced your lips with her thumb, wiping away the wetness that belonged to her. “You taste like me.”
You nodded, your own breathing unsteady. The raw, primal flavor of her was still on your tongue, a testament to what had just happened. You’d made her come. With your mouth. The thought sent a fresh surge of possession through you, mixed with awe.
Her hand moved from your lips down your chest, her fingers skimming over your skin. She followed the trail of her touch with her eyes, a slow, deliberate inventory. “You’re still so hard,” she murmured, her gaze dropping to your cock, which stood rigid and flushed against your stomach. “All that attention on me, and you’re still aching.”
You swallowed. “I’m aching for you.”
“I know.” Her hand finally reached you, her fingers circling the base, not moving, just holding. The simple contact was an electric brand. “You asked for it. To feel me around you. To fuck me until we forget.” She leaned forward, her mouth close to yours again. “Is that still what you want?”
“Yes,” you breathed, the word a plea.
“Then give me your hands.”
You held them out, palms up. She took them and placed them on her hips, your fingers splayed over the smooth, warm skin. Her flesh was soft yet firm underneath, the muscle of her moving as she shifted her weight. “Hold me here. Guide me when I ask. But otherwise… let me lead.”
You nodded, your grip tightening instinctively.
She smiled, that knowing, dangerous curve of her lips. Then she moved. With a fluid grace, she swung one leg over yours, turning so she was straddling your lap. You were seated on the bed, and she was perched above you, knees bent, her body a poised, powerful silhouette against the morning-lit window.
The feeling of her thighs against yours, the heat of her core hovering just above your erection, was agonizingly close. You could feel the warmth radiating from her, the damp evidence of her pleasure brushing against your stomach.
She placed her hands on your shoulders, her fingers digging in slightly. “Look at me,” she commanded, her voice dropping into a lower register, a tone that was pure authority. “Don’t close your eyes. Don’t look away. I want to see every second of this in your face.”
You looked up at her. Her hair was tousled, framing her face in wild, dark strands. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from kissing. Her eyes were black pools of intent, focused entirely on you. She was in complete control, and the sight of it, the submission it demanded from you, sent a thrill of pure adrenaline through your veins.
Slowly, with deliberate, unhurried motion, she lowered herself.
The first contact was a brush, a teasing graze of her slick folds against the head of your cock. A shudder ripped through you, a convulsive jerk of your entire body. She smiled at your reaction, a predatory gleam in her eyes.
“Feel that?” she whispered. “That’s me. That’s how ready I am for you.”
She lifted herself slightly, then lowered again, this time letting her weight settle so that the swollen, plump lips of her vulva parted around your tip. The sensation was indescribable—hot, silken pressure, a velvet embrace that promised so much more. The clear, sticky slickness coating you was a tangible proof of her desire.
“Oh, god,” you moaned, your head falling back for a second before you forced it up again, obeying her command to watch.
“No,” she said, her voice firm. “Not god. Me.” She pressed down a fraction more, and the head of your cock began to sink into her. The entrance was incredibly tight, a ring of gripping, living flesh that resisted then yielded, stretching to accommodate you. The feeling of being enveloped, of that first inch of penetration, was a white-hot spike of pleasure so intense it blurred your vision.
She paused, holding you there, just that first, shallow intrusion. Her inner muscles fluttered around you, a series of tiny, involuntary contractions that made you gasp.
“You feel so big,” she breathed, her own composure fraying at the edges. A fine tremor ran through her thighs where they pressed against yours. “So fucking deep already.”
She began to move. Not a thrust, but a slow, circular roll of her hips. She ground herself against you, the motion making your cock slide fractionally deeper, then back, then deeper again. It was a torturous, exquisite tease. The swollen, puffy flesh of her inner lips rubbed against your shaft, the friction sending sparks up your spine. Her clit, that hard, sensitive nub, brushed against your stomach with each rotation.
Your hands on her hips trembled, wanting to pull her down, to bury yourself fully in that incredible heat. But you held back. You let her lead.
Her rhythm changed. The circles became a deliberate, downward pressure. She leaned forward, putting more weight on your shoulders, and sank onto you.
It was a slow, inexorable invasion. You felt every millimeter of your progress into her body. The tight channel hugged you, a hot, slick sleeve that stretched and molded itself to your shape. The sensation of fullness, of being so completely claimed, was overwhelming. You watched, mesmerized, as your cock disappeared into her, swallowed by her beautiful, glistening sex.
She took you all, until your entire length was buried inside her, until your hips met hers, until you were seated as deeply as possible. She let out a long, shuddering sigh as she settled onto you, her body accepting you fully. Her head dropped forward for a moment, her forehead resting against yours. Her breathing was hot and ragged in your ear.
“Fuck,” she whispered, the word a raw, surprised exhalation. “You’re all the way in. I can feel you… everywhere.”
She stayed like that, motionless, letting you both adjust to the feeling. The intimacy of it was profound. You were joined, locked together, her weight a delicious pressure on your lap. Her inner walls pulsed around you, a series of soft, rhythmic squeezes that felt like her body was milking you, pulling you deeper into her.
Then she lifted her head. Her eyes found yours again, and they were blazing with a fierce, uncontained fire. “Now,” she said, her voice guttural. “Now you fuck me.”
She rose up, pulling herself almost completely off you, leaving just the tip inside. The sensation of withdrawal was a sharp, aching loss. Then she slammed back down.
It wasn’t gentle. It was a hard, driving impact that forced you deeper than before, a collision of bodies that shook the bedframe. A sharp, punched-out cry escaped her lips. You groaned, the sound torn from somewhere deep in your chest. The feeling of her plunging onto you, of her tight, wet heat enveloping you with such force, was beyond anything you’d imagined.
She did it again. Up, then down, a hard, piston-like rhythm that was pure, unadulterated need. Her hips moved with a wild, untamed abandon, each descent a calculated, powerful drive. Her thighs flexed, the muscles working as she lifted and dropped herself onto you. The sound of skin meeting skin, of her soft flesh absorbing the impact of your body, filled the room—a wet, rhythmic slap that was the soundtrack to your ruin.
You tried to hold her, to guide her as she’d asked, but your hands were mostly anchors, gripping her hips as she used you. You were a tool for her pleasure, a fixed point for her to ride. And you loved it. The surrender was intoxicating.
Her face was a study in focused ecstasy. Her lips were parted, her teeth occasionally clenched as a particularly deep stroke hit a new depth. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, but they were unfocused now, glazed with the intensity of sensation. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, on her chest. A strand of hair stuck to her damp cheek.
“Harder,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Don’t just take it… fuck me back. Meet me.”
You obeyed. As she rose, you thrust upwards, driving into her from below. The coordination was clumsy at first, then it synced. Your upward drive met her downward plunge, creating a devastating, double-impact that made her cry out, a sharp, high sound.
The pace became frantic, a savage dance. She rode you with a frenetic energy, her hips rolling, grinding, pumping. She would occasionally change the angle, leaning back to take you deeper, or leaning forward to rub her clit against you with each stroke. Every variation brought a new wave of sensation.
You could feel everything. The textured, ridged walls of her vagina gripping and releasing you. The swollen, tender flesh of her entrance stretching around your thickness each time she took you. The hot flood of her juices, making every movement slick and effortless. The hard nub of her clit bumping against your pelvic bone, sending shocks through her entire body.
“Yes… right there… fuck, yes!” she shouted, her composure shattered. Her words were a ragged, desperate stream. “You’re so deep… you’re hitting… you’re hitting something… oh!”
Her inner muscles clenched around you, a sudden, vice-like grip that stole your breath. You saw her eyes widen, her mouth open in a silent scream. She was finding a spot, a place inside her that triggered something profound.
You focused your thrusts, aiming for that depth, using the leverage of your hands on her hips to drive into her at the perfect angle. Each time you found it, her body would convulse, a full-body shudder that made her breasts bounce wildly, the soft flesh jolting with the force of your fucking.
You watched them, mesmerized. The sight of her nipples, dark and hard, bouncing in time with your joined rhythm was obscenely beautiful. Sweat traced the valley between her breasts, glistening in the light.
The room filled with the sounds of your sex: the wet, rhythmic slap of your bodies, the choked, desperate gasps of her breathing, your own ragged groans, the creak of the bed under the assault. The air grew thick and humid, smelling of sex, of sweat, of her.
One of her hands left your shoulder and snaked between her own legs. You watched, spellbound, as her fingers found her clit, rubbing it in frantic circles as you fucked her. The added stimulation made her movements become even more wild, her hips bucking against you in an erratic, desperate rhythm.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” she panted, her words disjointed. “Don’t stop… don’t fucking stop… make me come… make me come on your cock…”
Her demand ignited something primal in you. You surged upwards, fucking her with a strength you didn’t know you possessed. Your thrusts became harder, faster, a relentless pounding that pushed her body up each time she came down. The force made her whole body jolt, her head tossing back, her hair flying.
Her fingers worked furiously at her clit, her other hand gripping your shoulder like a lifeline. Her face was a mask of pure, unthinking pleasure—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a continuous, silent cry.
The tension in her body was palpable, a coiling, tightening spring. Her inner walls began to flutter around you again, but this time it was a rapid, frantic pulsation, a precursor to the storm.
“Now… now!” she screamed, the word tearing from her throat.
Her body locked. Every muscle seized, from her thighs clamping around yours to her back arching into a painful curve. Her hand fell away from her clit, her arm going rigid. A guttural, drawn-out groan erupted from her, a sound of pure, unadulterated release.
And then she came.
You felt it. A series of violent, rhythmic contractions deep inside her, gripping your cock in a tight, milking squeeze that pulled at you from root to tip. Her juices flowed around you, a hot, sudden gush that made the slide even slicker. Her hips ground against you in a final, desperate rotation, her clit rubbing hard against you as the climax peaked.
You watched her face. It was transformed. Ecstasy, pain, surrender—all twisted into a single, breathtaking expression. Her eyes rolled back, her lips trembled. She was utterly gone, lost in the sensation you were giving her.
The contractions continued, waves of them, each one making her jerk and moan. You held her, keeping her seated deeply on you, letting her ride the waves of her orgasm on your cock. The feeling of her climaxing around you, inside you, was the most powerful thing you’d ever experienced. It wasn’t just physical; it was a claim, a possession. You were the instrument of her pleasure, and you were buried in the very center of it.
Slowly, the violent pulses subsided, softening into gentle, aftershock flutters. Her body slumped forward, collapsing against your chest, her weight heavy and boneless. She buried her face in your shoulder, her hot, panting breath scalding your skin. Her arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as if you were the only solid thing in a spinning world.
You held her, your own body trembling with the effort of holding back. You were achingly close, the pressure built to a critical peak, but you waited. You let her come down.
After a long minute, she stirred. She lifted her head, her face flushed and damp with sweat and tears. She looked at you, her eyes soft and hazy.
“You didn’t…” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “You held back.”
“You told me to let you lead,” you said, your own voice rough.
A slow, exhausted smile spread across her face. “Good boy.” She shifted, lifting herself off you slightly. The feeling of withdrawal was a sweet, painful emptiness. “But now…” She leaned in, her lips brushing yours. “Now it’s your turn.”
She didn’t move off you completely. Instead, she settled back onto your lap, your cock still buried inside her, but she changed the rhythm. Gone was the wild, frantic pumping. Now, she began a slow, deep grind. She rocked her hips back and forth, a sensual, rolling motion that made your entire length slide within her, a continuous, maddening friction.
She reached up and cupped your face, her thumb stroking your cheek. “Look at me,” she said again, but the command was softer now, an invitation. “Let me see you lose it.”
The slow grind was unbearable. Each movement dragged your sensitive flesh against her swollen, tender walls. The aftershocks of her orgasm still trembled through her, creating tiny, extra pulses of sensation. The heat was incredible, a wet, clinging warmth that seemed to draw you deeper.
You couldn’t hold back. The control you’d clung to shattered.
Your hips began to move, matching her grind with your own thrusts. They were shallow at first, then deeper, driven by a need that was now a roaring fire in your blood. You fucked her upward into her slow, downward rolls, creating a new, synergistic rhythm.
“That’s it,” she coaxed, her voice a husky whisper against your mouth. “Give it to me. Let me feel you… let me feel you come inside me.”
Her words were the final trigger. The dam broke.
A deep, groaning sound started in your chest and erupted from your lips. Your thrusts became frantic, uncontrollable. You were slamming into her now, a hard, fast, pounding rhythm that shook both of you. She held you tight, her arms around your neck, her body accepting every violent drive.
The pleasure coiled, tightened, then exploded.
Your climax wasn’t a slow build; it was a detonation. A white-hot wave surged up your spine and burst through you. You cried out, a raw, broken sound, as your body locked. Your hips drove up into her one final, deep time, burying yourself as far as possible, and then you were coming.
The release was torrential. You felt the surge from deep within your balls, a hot, rushing flood that poured up your shaft and into her. The feeling of ejaculating inside her, of filling her with your climax, was profoundly possessive, profoundly intimate. Each pulse of release was a shuddering, full-body convulsion that made you grunt and gasp.
She moaned, a low, satisfied sound, as she felt it. Her inner muscles tightened around you, squeezing, milking you, drawing out every last drop. “Yes… fuck… I can feel it… so hot…” she whispered, her own body trembling with the sensation.
You held her through it, your arms wrapped around her, your face buried in her hair. The world dissolved into sensation—the hot, wet clasp of her body, the incredible softness of her skin against yours, the pounding of your heart, the slowing pulse of your release.
Finally, the last tremor passed. You went limp, your body spent, your mind blank. You were both panting, sweat-slicked, tangled together on the bed.
Slowly, carefully, she lifted herself off you. Your cock, now slick with both your fluids, slid out of her with a soft, wet sound. The emptiness was acute, a physical loss. You watched, dazed, as a trickle of your release mixed with hers seeped from her, a tangible proof of what you’d just shared.
She collapsed beside you on the bed, her body sprawling across the sheets. She turned her head to look at you. Her expression was soft, open, utterly unguarded.
“Wow,” she breathed, a simple, exhausted statement.
You couldn’t speak. You just reached for her hand, finding it on the sheet, and laced your fingers with hers. Her grip was weak but sure.
You lay there for long minutes, the only sound your slowing breaths and the distant city outside. The sun had climbed higher, painting the room in bright, clear light. The ordinary world was returning, but it felt different now. Everything felt different.
She shifted, rolling onto her side to face you more fully. Her free hand came up to trace the line of your jaw, your cheekbone. “So,” she said, her voice regaining a trace of its usual melodic timbre, though it was still rough-edged. “That was… educational.”
You managed a weak smile. “For me, too.”
“I meant what I said in the kitchen,” she continued, her eyes serious now. “No shadows. No hiding.” She paused, her thumb stroking your lip. “This… this is what it looks like in the light. It’s messy. It’s intense. It’s fucking real.” She let out a slow breath. “Can you handle that?”
Synopsis: Eunha's birthday gift is a male black american waiting for her in the hotel.
"Are you two fucking serious right now? Is this some kind of a prank?"
"Why would we prank you on your special day? We're not kids anymore." SinB scoffs as she parked the car at the one of the luxurious gangnam hotels. They are celebrating Eunha's birthday. Eunha, eldest of them are being pushed by her two friends to the hotel.
"Wait, Girls! Can you two please just tell me what is it? I thought we are going to the club."
"Nope. You will find out, once we arrived."
"Come on, Unnie. We know you will love our gift for you there. He's hot by the way." SinB panickly closed Umji's mouth.
Eunha aburptly stopped walking. "W-What? What did you just said?"
"Nothing. Umji is just blabbering nonsense. Come on, Walk!" SinB continued to drag Eunha towards to the elevator.
As soon as they entered the elevator, SinB pressed the button for their floor before Eunha thinks about running away.
"Don't worry, Everything is fine. You will thank us later." SinB winked at Eunha.
It didn't take long until the elevator opens and the two dragged her again. Eunha was practically helpless at this point. All she know is the initial plan is to shop dresses at the mall to wear for the club. She wanted to show off her chosen dress, drink alcohol and dance like there's no tomorrow. Maybe she can score man to have sex with.
Once they entered a booked room, they heard a bathroom door closing. Eunha was so shocked to see a black american man. He's bald, clean shaven and full muscles. His eight pack abs are peeking through the tiny gap of his white bathrobe.
"Wh-what…what is this?"
Umji stepped forward, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Happy birthday, Unnie! We knew exactly what you wanted, and we made it happen."
SinB nodded in agreement, her own smile gleaming with excitement. "Yeah, and isn't he just perfect? Tall, strong, and gorgeous…"
Eunha remembered what she said last week when Umji asked her what she want for her birthday.
"Unnie, What do you want to get for your birthday next week?"
Eunha taps her chin as she thinks about it. "Hmmm~~ This time, I wanted... a tall, muscular black man."
Eunha saw their shocked expression and laughed. "Just kidding!"
"B-But... I'm just joking, girls! It wasn't meant to be serious!"
SinB's warm breath tickled Eunha's ear as she whispered. "We know you were just pretending, but you really do want this. And now, a man of your fantasies is right there."
Umji chimed in, her voice laced with playful encouragement. "Just relax, Unnie. Aaron will take care of you tonight. You deserve this special treat on your birthday."
"Honestly. We wanted to join but since it's your special day, Me and Umji will go to the club as planned."
Umji and SinB walked to the door, before they exit the room. SinB looked at Eunha then on Aaron behind Eunha. "And oh, Aaron. She's on a pill, Don't hold back." They giggled as they left Eunha with a stranger in the hotel room.
The door clicked shut. Sealing Eunha with a man she never met before. Aaron walked closely to Eunha and placed his hands on her shoulders. Trying his best to make Eunha feel comfortable first and holding himself back from throwing Eunha to the bed and do the deed.
Aaron's touch sent a jolt of electricity through Eunha's body, making her skin tingle. She swallowed hard, trying to calm her racing heart as she met his intense gaze.
"Hey, sweetie. I'm glad to finally meet you. Your friends told me all about you."
Eunha found herself drawn to his presence, her defenses crumbling under his gentle yet firm touch. She nodded shyly, unable to tear her eyes away from him. "I… I didn't expect all of this. I've never been with a black man before."
Aaron's thumbs stroked her shoulders soothingly. "It's fine. Let's get to know each other better, okay? And when you're ready, we'll explore all the naughty things you've been craving."
Aaron led Eunha to sit with him at the edge of the bed. He pushed her pink hair to the side to expose her ear and neck. Aaron started to press gentle kisses from her shoulder blades up to her nape.
Eunha's lips parted, breathing heavy, eyes closed, hands stayed on her lap as she unconsciously tilted her head for more access.
Her breath hitched as his hands slid up her forearms, fingers gently kneading her flesh. "Mmm, you taste so sweet."
Eunha's hands finally moved, drifting up to rest on Aaron's muscular chest. She could feel the heat from his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat echoing her own frantic rhythm. Her hips shifted subtly, pressing closer to him as if seeking warmth and comfort in his solid embrace.
Aaron's thumb brushed over Eunha's lower lip, silently urging to part them further. As she complied, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue slid inside, Eunha willingly do tongue-to-tongue as she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen their kiss.
Breaking the kiss, Aaron gazed at her with smoldering intensity. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined. Now, let's get you out of this lovely dress."
Eunha slowly nodded. She unzips the zipper behind, pulled down the straps of her dress. The fabric falls down on the floor. Leaving her bare with only white lace panties that already wet.
Aaron just looked at almost bare naked Eunha. Her skin is white as snow, plump body figure, breasts are around size D and thick thighs.
Aaron's eyes roved over Eunha's naked form, drinking in every curve and contour. For a moment, he simply looked at her from head to toe.
His silence made Eunha nervous and looked at herself. "W-Why are you silent? Is my body... not good? Am I fat?"
"Eunha, you're stunning." Aaron breathed, his voice low and husky. "Every inch of you is perfect. Don't ever doubt that."
He reached out, tracing a finger along her collarbone, down to the valley between her breasts. "Your body is a work of art, baby girl. And I can't wait to explore every inch of it."
Eunha's breath caught as his finger circled her nipple, teasing it into hardness. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaped her lips. "P-Please, Aaron... Touch me more…"
Aaron chuckled darkly at Eunha's desperation. "Oh, I will. But first, let me get you comfortable at bed." He guide her to lay down on the bed then untied his bathrobe.
Eunha gasped as she roamed her gaze at Aaron's naked body. His bicpes, hard chest, abs then his monstrous cock.
Eunha's eyes widened as she saw the size of Aaron's cock. It towered above her, thick and veiny, the tip glistening with precum. She couldn't help but compare it to her own arm, marveling at the length of it.
"Aaron, it's so big!" Despite her nervousness, she was excited at the thought of being stretched by such a massive cock.
Aaron climbed onto the bed, his muscular frame looming over her. He reached down, grasping her wrist and guiding her hand to wrap around his cock. "Feel how hard I am for you, baby girl. I'm gonna fill you up so good, stretch your korean pussy to its limits…"
Eunha gulped at his words. She held his cock by her two hands, she stroked him carefully. Testing waters. She felt the warmth and weight of Aaron's cock. It twitches at every slow stroke she does.
"C-Can I.. I.. Taste you?"
"Of course, baby girl. Take your time, enjoy every inch of my cock."
Eunha's tongue darted out, licking a slow trail up the underside of Aaron's shaft. She savored the salty-sweet flavor of his precum, her eyes closed as she explored the ridges and veins.
"Mmm, you taste amazing." she murmured, her confidence growing with each pass of her lips and tongue. She wrapped her mouth around the head, sucking gently as her hand continued to stroke him.
"Fuck... That's it, sweetheart… Show me what you're made of…"
Eunha started to suck him inch by inch deep. Her mouth stretched as she tries her best to accomodate his monstrous cock inside her mouth. She seen this countless times on adult videos, she was amazed on how porn actresses do it with ease.
Aaron watched as Eunha struggled to take him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with effort. Though impressed by her determination, he knew pushing too far to it's limits will hurt her. Eunha thought she can do it but the gag reflex kicked in.
As she pulled back, coughing and gasping for air, Aaron cupped her face tenderly. "Easy, baby girl. No need to rush. We have all night."
He guided her head back down, letting her set the pace as she licked and sucked at his cock, gradually building up her endurance. "You're doing great, sweetheart. Just keep going, nice and slow…"
Eunha lets out a lewd slurping sounds and gags on his cock again as she tries her best to take more of his cock. Slowly, her throat relaxed and gave way. Her saliva leaked more from her mouth, tears on her cheeks that ruined her make-up as she bopping her head up and down.
Aaron's cock throbbed in Eunha's mouth as she finally managed to swallow more of his length. Her efforts were rewarded with his hips bucking slightly, grinding against her face.
"Mmmph, fuck yeah… That's it, take it all." Aaron groaned, his grip on her hair tightening a bit. "Look at you, such a good little cocksucker…"
Eunha's tears mingled with the saliva dripping down her chin as she bobbed her head faster, eager to please Aaron.
"You're doing so well, baby girl… I can tell you're loving this." Aaron panted, he can feel his orgasm building up. "Gonna cum soon, gonna fill your greedy throat…"
Eunha redoubled her efforts, determined to make Aaron cum in her mouth. She increased the suction, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock as she took him deeper still.
"Fuck, here it comes!"
Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her mouth, coating her tongue and filling her cheeks. Eunha struggled to swallow it all, her throat working overtime to accommodate Aaron's copious release.
Finally, he pulled Eunha off his spent cock with a satisfied grunt. "Damn, you're so good using your pretty mouth." he praised, wiping a stray strand of hair from her sweaty forehead.
Eunha fell down on the bed, coughing a bit. She couldn't believe that she finally sucked a big black cock that she always fantasized for so long.
Aaron gave her a bottled water.
Eunha gratefully accepted the water from Aaron, taking a long sip to soothe her throat. "That was… intense. I never thought I'd actually get to do something like that for a cock like yours."
Aaron smiled, crawling onto the bed beside her. "And you did amazingly well, considering it was your first time on my size." he said, running a comforting hand over her hip. "You've got a natural talent for pleasing men."
Eunha blushed at the compliment, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. Eunha knows this is just a start, she can see herself not able to walk straight in the morning.
After couple of minutes, Eunha broke the silence. "I think.. I'm ready for another round, Aaron." She removed her soaked panties and spread her legs wide.
Aaron growled at the sight of Eunha's wet pussy, his cock already hard and ready for another round. He leaned in, capturing Eunha's lips in a searing kiss as his hand slid down her body to tease her slick folds.
"You're insatiable, aren't you?" he murmured against her mouth, his fingers circling her clit. "I love it."
"Do you think... I can take it? I mean your whole cock inside my pussy. It's really so big."
Aaron chuckled darkly at Eunha's concern, he continued fingering her clit. "Don't worry, baby girl. Your tight little cunt is made for my cock. It'll stretch to fit me perfectly."
"If you're curious. Here, let me show you." Aaron slid down to position between her legs. He just placed his cock atop of her tummy. Eunha gasped as she saw the tip of his cock is few inches over her belly button, if he's balls deep inside of her.
"Oh my... Nobody can reach that high. You're... You're going to break me, Aaron."
He lined himself up with her entrance, the fat head of his cock pressing insistently against her slick folds. "Just relax and let me in. Trust me, you won't regret it…"
With a deep groan, Eunha's body yielding to the pressure of his thick cock. Inch by inch, he sank into her welcoming heat, stretching her inner walls to their limit.
"Ahhhn, fuuuccckkk…" Eunha moaned, her nails digging into Aaron's back as he filled her completely. "So big… Feels like you're splitting me open!"
Aaron paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the intense fullness. Then, with a slow thrust, he began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside before plunging back in to the hilt.
"Fuuuck, you're so tight!" Aaron groaned, setting a steady rhythm. "Gonna ride this sweet pussy all night long…"
Eunha's moans grew louder and more urgent as Aaron's thrusts hits her cervix. "Fuckkk... So deep... So full..."
She glanced down, mesmerized by the sight of Aaron's cock disappearing into her stretched-out pussy, the bulge of her belly with each powerful thrust. It making her clench around him even tighter.
"Oh god, Aaron! Your cock is breaking me!" Eunha cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily to meet his thrusts. "I can feel you in my stomach! Your cock ruining me!"
Aaron lifted her legs to place it on his shoulders for a mating press. Aaron's new position allowed him to drill even deeper into Eunha's quivering depths, his thick cock repeatedly grazing her sensitive G-spot. Eunha's screams echoed off the hotel walls as she was thoroughly ravaged by his massive cock.
"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" she wailed, her nails raking down Aaron's arms as she lost herself to the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck me harder! Ruin my fucking cunt!"
Aaron pistoned into her with wild abandon, turned on by her cries. His heavy balls slapped against her ass with each brutal thrust.
"Fill me up! Please! I… I'm almost! Almost! Aghhh!!"
Eunha's pussy convulsing wildly around Aaron's pistoning cock. A torrent of squirt erupted from her core, drenching Aaron's cock and thighs as she squirted uncontrollably. It ruined the bed sheets as well.
But Aaron didn't stop, driven by his own impending orgasm. He continued to pound into Eunha's spasming cunt with ruthless intensity, chasing his own release. "I'm gonna fill your greedy pussy!"
With a guttural roar, Aaron buried himself to the hilt and exploded, his massive cock throbbing as it pumped jet after jet of cum deep into Eunha. He filled her to the brim, his seed flooding her womb. Too much that some leaked from it.
As Aaron withdrew his spent cock, a river of cum poured out of Eunha's gaping pussy, coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her. She shuddered at the loss of his warmth, her body still trembling from the force of her own orgasm.
"Wow… Just… Wow..." Eunha breathed, staring down at the mess between her legs in awe.
Aaron flopped down beside her, chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Fucking amazing." he agreed, a satisfied grin on his face. "You took my cock like a pro, baby girl."
Eunha and Aaron stared at the ceiling for a while then she faced him and leans forward for a kiss. Aaron and Eunha started making out.
Their kiss broke because Eunha felt Aaron's still erect cock pressed against her tummy. She was surprised to see it was still erect after two rounds. Eunha gave his cock a slow stroke by her hand. "Oh my gosh... your big guy is insane."
Aaron's cock twitched under Eunha's touch, growing stiff and throbbing once more. "It means I'm not done with you, sweetheart." he rasped, his hand groped her ass possessively. "Think you can handle another round?"
Eunha bit her lip, her gaze flickering down to his cock. Despite the exhaustion and soreness, she wanted more. She wanted this moment to become unforgettable for her.
"I… I think I can try." she whispered, her fingers trailing down to teasingly caress his heavy balls. "But maybe we should take a short break first? My pussy might need some time…"
"Who said I'm going to fuck your pussy again?" Aaron's finger rubbed around her butthole. That made Eunha surprised as she realized what his words meant.
"Aaron.. I.... I never had anal before."
"Well, well, well… Looks like we're gonna have some fun tonight after all." his fingers continuing to circle her butthole.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll go nice and slow, making sure you have the best anal experience ever." Aaron reassured her, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Breaking the kiss, Aaron puts Eunha all fours. He reached out to grab a bottle of lube from the bedside table. Pops it open and slowly rubbing it around her tight butthole.
Eunha gasped loudly as she felt the cold liquid on her butthole. She gulped hard, trying to relax herself despite she knows first time anal is going to be hurt especially when a cock like Aaron's going to penetrate it.
Eunha tries to rocked her hips against his fingers but Aaron held her down. Eunha was going to plead when Aaron's middle slid inside of her tight butthole. Putting more lube inside of her.
Eunha's scream of surprise turned to a whine of discomfort as Aaron's finger pushed past her sphincter, breaching her untouched hole. Her body tensed, muscles clenching reflexively around the invading digit.
"Shh, easy now. Just relax and let me in. You're doing great, baby."
Slowly, deliberately, he worked his finger deeper, savoring the tightness around his finger. Eunha's initial resistance gave way to a strange, tingling sensation as her body began to accommodate his lubed finger.
Aaron added a second finger, gently pumping them in and out of her clenched passage. He curled them slightly, seeking that spot. Eunha's moans grew softer, her hips beginning to rock in time with Aaron's movements.
After couple of minutes he stopped fingering her butthole. Aaron puts the remaining amount of lube around his cock then pressed gently against her butthole.
"3…" With a steady push, Aaron surged forward, his engorged member spearing into Eunha's virgin butthole. "Aaahhhh!! FUUUCCCKK!! YOU'RE BREAKING ME!" She cried out, her body arching as searing pain ripped through her.
"It's okay, just breathe." Aaron murmured, pausing to let her adjust. "You're doing so good so far."
Gradually, he began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Eunha whimpered, her hands fisting in the sheets as she struggled to manage the pain.
It takes time for Eunha to feel the pleasure of anal sex. As Eunha's moans grew louder and more frequent, Aaron's pace quickened, his cock driving deeper into her.
Her drool dripped onto the pillow as she panted and whimpered. Aaron lifted her upright, her body pressed against Aaron's. He kissed her fiercely, swallowing her moans as his fingers worked her clit in tandem with his thrusts.
Suddenly, Eunha's body twitching violently, her vision blurring as she squirted again. Her butthole clenched and spasmed at the time of her orgasm.
"So tight and hot, baby." Aaron growled, his own climax building. "Take my load deep inside your ass."
Aaron slammed into Eunha's butthole, burying his cock to the hilt. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he unloaded a torrent of hot, sticky cum inside of her ass.
"So… full.. I feel… full.. Oh God.."
They remained locked together, Aaron's cock still lodged inside her, as they both rode out the waves of their shared climax. Finally, with a contented sigh, Aaron pulled out, his cum oozing out of Eunha's stretched, well-fucked butthole.
"Hey, sweetheart. How about a nice and warm shower together, hm?" Eunha squealed when Aaron picked her up in a bridal style and lead themselves to the spacious bathroom.
Under the steaming spray of the shower, Aaron cradled Eunha against his chest, his strong arms supporting her weak form. Rivulets of water cascaded down their entwined bodies, washing away the evidence of their intense lovemaking.
"You were amazing tonight, baby." Aaron praised, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss. "I've never had a woman take everything I gave like you did."
Eunha smiled dreamily, her eyelids heavy with satisfaction. "And I've never felt so completely owned and fucked. You fucked me well on my birthday, Aaron."
Aaron suddenly lifted her up, Eunha's arms and legs instantly wrapped around him as she felt his cock penetrates her pussy once again.
Eunha shrieked as Aaron impaled her on his cock once more, her slick walls embracing his cock with ease. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she began to bounce on his lap, eagerly meeting each of his upward thrusts.
The water pounded against their joined bodies, steam swirling around them as they lost themselves of fucking their brains out. Eunha's breasts jiggled with every movement, her nipples hard and aching for attention.
"Aaron! Yes, yes, harder!" she cried out, her nails raking down his back. "Fill me up again!" Aaron gripped her ass, slamming her down onto his cock.
Aaron pushed her against the foggy shower divider. Eunha's head banged against the glass as Aaron drove into her with savage intensity, his pelvis slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust. Water splashed around them, steam obscuring their figures as they fucked like animals.
"Yes, yes, fuck me hard! Make mu body sore! Make me hard to walk tomorrow morning!"
With a final thrust, Aaron buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsating as he emptied his balls deep inside her once again. "세상에!!!" Eunha screamed in korean, her body twitching as her own climax crashed over her. Stars indeed exploded behind her closed lids as she came undone on Aaron's cock.
They stood in silence under a spray of warm water from the showerhead. Eunha lifted her head to face him. "One more, please? I want to remember this night forever."
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Aaron spank her ass, it sent a jolt of pleasure through Eunha. Her ass cheeks stinging deliciously. She giggled, pressing her naked body against his.
"Alright, birthday girl. One more round, and then we sleep."
He carried her out of the shower, water dripping to the floor. He laid her down on the bed. Crawling over her, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his cock already starting to harden again.
Suddenly, Eunha straddled Aaron's hips, her dripping pussy hovering above his thick cock. She ground herself against him, coating his cock in her arousal as she positioned herself for a ride.
"I want to feel you inside me again." she breathed, her hands bracing on Aaron's chest. "I've always imagined this whenever I watch porn."
With a slow, deliberate motion, Eunha sank down onto Aaron's cock, her velvety walls engulfing him inch by inch. She paused, savoring the feeling of being filled, before beginning to rise and fall in a sensual rhythm.
"Oh, yes…" she moaned, her hips rolling as she took him deeper with each pass. "So deep… So fucking good. I'm going to be addicted on your... cock."
Aaron's hands behind his head as he watched a korean girl riding his cock like she owns it.
Aaron's eyes roved over Eunha's breathtaking body. The sight of her pink hair splayed across her shoulders, her porcelain skin flushed with sweat.
His gaze fixated on her breasts, bouncing freely with each downward plunge. The way her pert nipples strained towards him, begging for attention, nearly drove him mad.
Most mesmerizing of all was the tight, velvet grip of her pussy as it swallowed his cock whole, milking him with every rise and fall. Aaron couldn't stop appreciating Eunha.
"Eunha… Fuck, you look incredible. Fucking Incredible."
"I... ahh~~ I'm gonna... fuck! I'm gonna-"
Didn't take long until both of their orgasms are reached. Eunha, completely drained and exhausted. She collapsed onto Aaron's chest, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
"Eunha.." Aaron murmured, his lips brushing the top of her head. "You exceeded all my expectations, Birthday girl."
Eunha let out a contented sigh, nuzzling into Aaron's embrace. "Thank you... This is the best birthday ever."
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Hours after the most unforgettable night of her life, Eunha woke up alone in the luxurious hotel suite, her body aching in the most pleasurable ways imaginable. Groggily, she sat up.
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, a piece of paper and a calling card caught her eye, lying on the bedside table. Curious, Eunha picked it up, her heart skipping a beat as she read the simple message scrawled on it:
'If you need me, call this number and set a date. See you soon, birthday girl.'
A chill ran down her spine as the realization hit her. Aaron is an escort. A sex worker and this is SinB and Umji's gift for her. A night with a handsome black man plus a great cock that ruined and filled her.
You wouldn’t call your marriage to Sohyun “arranged” per se, but it was definitely “encouraged.” You’d known each other your whole life, growing up as neighbors and later as classmates. Sohyun had always been more of a best friend than anything else, the type of person who’d sit with you on the roof of her house, sharing snacks while talking about the wild ideas of escaping to some far-off place. She kept her hair short, dressed simply, and carried herself with a straightforwardness that made her seem more like an equal than someone you’d ever imagine dating—let alone marrying.
So, when your parents sat you down for “the talk” and floated the idea, you didn’t know how to process it. It felt absurd, even laughable. But somehow, it all happened—her parents agreeing, your families eagerly planning, and then the proposal. You’ll never forget how she answered, her expression calm as ever, a hint of amusement in her eyes:
“Well, if it makes everyone happy, sure.”
It wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, but it wasn’t a rejection either. You still don’t know why she agreed—whether out of obligation, curiosity, or something else entirely. The wedding was a small affair something both of you demanded of the other, making it seem more like an elopement than a grand ceremony and declaring of love for one another to hammer this home both of you wore suits to the affair. It bothered your parents but you wanted Sohyun to be comfortable and happy, and that’s what made her comfortable and happy.
The first year of married life wasn’t what you’d call a whirlwind romance. It was… practical. Strangely, the challenges weren’t about you two as a couple. You didn’t fight over finances or argue over big-ticket issues like religion, politics, or even how to raise hypothetical kids. On the contrary, you two fell into an easy rhythm, dividing chores, coordinating schedules, and sharing meals without much fuss. Your talent for domestic life had you spearheading a lot of the cooking and cleaning while she made up for it in other ways. She lets you enjoy your hobbies and passion rather freely. You guys worked well together and complimented each other surprisingly well, so much so that your friends who saw your life at home were often jealous of how well the two of you clicked in each other’s lives.
No, the real problems came from the outside. Sorting out the paperwork for name changes and passports was a bureaucratic nightmare, the kind of thing no one warns you about. That’s why your honeymoon plans fell through—months after the wedding, you were still stuck in government offices, navigating endless forms and regulations. Then there were the awkward conversations with friends who couldn’t wrap their heads around your marriage, some of them outright questioning if it was even real. “So… are you guys actually in love, or is this like… a thing your families did?” they’d ask, their voices dripping with skepticism.
Through it all, Sohyun stayed steady. She had a way of brushing off the chaos with her bright, easy smile, grounding you whenever things got overwhelming. You’d wake up to that smile every morning, her hair slightly mussed, her voice soft as she greeted you. It was comforting, more than you ever realized you needed.
But lately, you’ve noticed something different about her. Subtle changes in her demeanor, like the way she lingers when you’re talking, her gaze warmer, more searching. She’s started wearing her hair longer, experimenting with little touches of makeup, and choosing outfits that feel just a bit more… deliberate. There’s an unspoken tension, an energy that wasn’t there before, as though she’s navigating unfamiliar territory within herself—and with you.
It’s nothing dramatic, but it’s enough to make you wonder. Was this marriage truly just an arrangement to her, or is she beginning to see you differently too?
When you asked about her hair all she could really say was, “Oh it was time for a change, yadda yadda. Bla bla bla,” you took it in stride but then the next change was a bit more noticeable. Dresses and more feminine patterns in her clothes started cropping up. Baggy t-shirts became billowing blouses with brazen blazers that complimented the figure you knew she had but never really paid mind to. Again when most of your previous conversation revolved around the literary merits of Orwell or Twain you never considered the body beneath the brain, but now you were and she had a marvelous figure.
The next major thing you noticed was when the two of you were discussing honeymoon locales and she suggested Argentina you were surprised.
“Sohyun you hate the heat and it's like 28C there right now,” you say.
Her response was again “I just wanted to change things up a bit. It's been super gloomy and I wanna explore a new place that's not as cold,”
You glance over at Sohyun as the plane levels out, the cabin lights dimming to a soft, ambient glow. She’s flipping through the in-flight magazine, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her hair, now long enough to frame her face, catches the light from the small reading lamp, giving her an almost ethereal glow.
“You know,” you say, stretching your legs under the cramped seat, “this might be the first time I’ve seen you look genuinely excited about a trip.”
Sohyun tilts her head, smirking. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m always excited about trips.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, sure. Like that time we went camping, and you spent three hours arguing with a squirrel over your trail mix?”
“That squirrel started it,” she says, deadpan, but her smile widens. She nudges your arm with her elbow, her tone dropping into something teasing. “Besides, you’re the one who packed gourmet cheese for a hike. Who does that?”
“Someone who has taste,” you counter, leaning slightly closer. “Not that you’d know much about that, considering you still put ketchup on your eggs.”
Her mock gasp is loud enough to turn a few heads. “Excuse me, Mr. High Standards. I’ll have you escorted off this plane for such slander.”
“Well, good thing you are,” you shoot back, “because you’d miss me too much otherwise.”
The playful banter hangs in the air for a moment before Sohyun bursts into laughter, a sound that’s rich and unguarded. You’ve heard her laugh a thousand times before—on rooftops, in late-night study sessions, over inside jokes—but now it’s different. The husky warmth of it wraps around you, sinking deep into your chest. It feels like home and adventure all at once, and you find yourself leaning into it without even realizing it.
“You’re so full of yourself,” she says, shaking her head but still smiling.
“Comes with the territory,” you reply, trying to sound nonchalant.
But it’s hard to play it cool when her voice follows—low, velvety, teasing. There’s something about it that catches you off guard every time, like the first note of your favorite song. Lately, it’s been happening more often: the way her words linger in your mind long after she’s spoken, the way her laugh stays with you like a melody you can’t shake.
Sohyun folds the magazine and tucks it into the seat pocket, turning fully toward you now. Her gaze is steady but softer than you’re used to, and it catches you off guard. “You know,” she says, her voice quieter but no less playful, “I think this is the first trip we’ve taken where we actually feel like a couple. Not roommates, not friends, but… a couple.”
You blink, caught off guard by the sudden sincerity in her tone. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“A good thing,” she says immediately, her smile turning into something warmer, almost shy. “A very good thing.”
The flight attendant interrupts the moment, offering drinks and snacks, and Sohyun orders a glass of white wine. You follow suit, and when the glasses arrive, she holds hers up in a small toast.
“To new places,” she says, clinking her glass against yours.
“And new beginnings,” you add, meeting her gaze.
She takes a sip, then smirks over the rim of her glass. “You’re getting better at this whole romance thing, you know.”
“I learn from the best,” you reply, and for once, you mean it entirely.
She laughs again, that bright, husky sound pulling you in like a tide. It’s something you never thought much about before, but now you can’t get enough of it. The sound, the way her lips curl just slightly at the edges—it’s all starting to feel dangerously enchanting.
As the plane hums steadily toward Argentina, the conversation drifts back to familiar banter, but the undertone of something more lingers. For the first time, you’re not just comfortable—you’re captivated. This feels like the start of something neither of you saw coming, but both of you are ready for.
After a long flight and a quick check-in at the resort, exhaustion overtakes both of you. The room is cozy and bright, with a balcony that offers a sweeping view of the ocean. You barely have time to take it all in before you crash onto the bed, the travel fatigue winning out.
When you wake up, it’s to the sound of waves crashing faintly in the distance and the soft rustle of movement nearby. You blink a few times, the sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains, and sit up groggily. That’s when you see her.
Sohyun stands near the sliding doors to the balcony, adjusting the strap of a two-piece bathing suit—a pale lavender color that complements her complexion perfectly. For a moment, you think you’re still dreaming. Your brain struggles to reconcile this image with the Sohyun you’ve always known: the one who usually opted for modest one-piece swimsuits or an oversized T-shirt and trunks when the two of you swam together.
“Holy fuck,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
She turns, startled at first, then breaks into that familiar, warm smile of hers. Her hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, and the sunlight streaming in from behind her gives her an almost radiant glow. But it’s her figure that truly has your attention—something you’d always known was there but had never really noticed until now. It’s not just the bathing suit; it’s the confidence she carries, the way she holds herself.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Sohyun asks, her voice calm, like she hasn’t just completely turned your world upside down.
You clear your throat, feeling the heat rise to your face. “It’s just… I’ve never seen you in something so bold.”
Her smile widens, and she steps closer, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. “Do you like it?” she asks, tilting her head slightly, her tone teasing but curious.
You nod, but words fail you for a moment. A thousand thoughts race through your mind, most of them not entirely innocent. You’d never thought of her this way before—not quite like this. She’s always been beautiful, yes, but this is different. It’s as though seeing her like this has unlocked something in you, a wave of emotions you weren’t prepared for.
“I—uh—yeah,” you manage, your voice cracking slightly. “You look amazing.”
She laughs, a low, husky sound that pulls at something deep inside you. “Well, thank you. I figured since we’re on vacation, I’d try something new.”
“It suits you,” you say quickly, your eyes flicking away briefly, but they find their way back to her almost immediately.
Sohyun steps closer again, now standing right in front of you. She places a hand on your shoulder, her touch light but grounding. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen me before,” she teases, her eyes twinkling.
“I feel like I haven’t,” you admit softly, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
She blinks at you, surprised by your candor, but her expression softens. “Well,” she says, her voice dropping just slightly, “I’m glad I could surprise you.”
There’s a pause, charged with something new and electric. She doesn’t pull away, and neither do you. For the first time, you’re not just looking at Sohyun—you’re seeing her, really seeing her.
Before the moment can stretch too far, she steps back with a playful grin. “Come on, get changed,” she says, her tone light again. “The beach isn’t going to wait forever.”
As she walks away, you watch her go, your mind still swirling with everything you’ve just realized. You’ve always known Sohyun was your best friend, your partner, the person you trusted most in the world. But now, she’s something more, something you’re just beginning to understand.
You take a deep breath, standing to find your swim trunks. Whatever this vacation holds, you have a feeling it’s going to change things—for the better. As you get changed you notice that you have a rock-hard erection and part of you feels shame. Here you are what’s supposed to be a trip with your wife and your body is festering this itch inside of you. Granted it’s been hard for the two of you to get alone time together because of the amount of work that plagued the two of you in the first year of your marriage so you couldn’t really properly release but still this was a lovey-dovey trip no time for impure indecent thoughts. Sohyun was better than that you were better than that… you hoped.
Certainly! Here’s a continuation of the scene, where Sohyun begins to embrace her femininity more openly, and the narrator starts to see her in a completely new light:
The sun is high by the time you step onto the beach, the golden sand warm beneath your feet. The breeze carries the scent of saltwater and the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Sohyun walks ahead of you, her lavender bathing suit catching the sunlight in a way that makes her seem almost otherworldly.
She turns back, shielding her eyes with one hand. “You’re so slow,” she teases, her voice laced with playful impatience. “I thought you were the athletic one.”
“Just taking it all in,” you reply, though you’re pretty sure you’re not talking about the scenery.
Sohyun rolls her eyes but smiles, her steps light and carefree as she leads you toward a quieter spot near the water. When she sets down her beach bag, she stretches her arms above her head, and you catch yourself staring at the curve of her waist, the way the movement emphasizes her figure.
You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. This is Sohyun—your best friend, your wife. The person who once dared you to eat an entire raw onion on a bet. The same person who fell asleep on your shoulder during countless movie nights. But now, as she pulls her hair into a loose ponytail and settles onto the towel, she feels like someone entirely new.
She glances up at you, catching you mid-thought. “Why are you just standing there?” she asks, patting the spot beside her.
You sit down, the sand warm beneath you, and she leans back on her elbows, her face turned toward the ocean. There’s something so effortless about her, like she belongs here under the sun, surrounded by beauty.
“Do you remember when we used to talk about running away to the beach when we were kids?” she asks, her voice soft but filled with a certain wistfulness.
“Yeah,” you reply, a smile tugging at your lips. “I think your plan involved us becoming pirates or something equally ridiculous.”
She laughs, the sound low and husky, and it sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. “It wasn’t ridiculous. I’d make an excellent pirate.”
You can’t help but grin. “You’re too nice to be a pirate. You’d probably end up apologizing to everyone you robbed.”
“Maybe,” she says, turning to look at you. Her smile lingers, but her eyes hold a warmth that makes your heart stutter. “But you’d make a good first mate. You’ve always had my back, after all.”
The weight of her words settles between you, and for a moment, you’re both quiet, the sound of the waves filling the space. Then, Sohyun shifts closer, her shoulder brushing against yours.
“Can you put some sunscreen on my back?” she asks, holding out the bottle.
“Uh, sure,” you say, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickens.
She turns, pulling her ponytail to the side, and you carefully apply the sunscreen, your hands moving over her skin. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, but it feels different now. You’re hyper-aware of the softness of her skin, the way her muscles move slightly under your touch.
“Thanks,” she says, glancing over her shoulder with a smile that feels just a little too knowing.
When she turns back around, she props herself up on her elbows again, her expression light but teasing. “You’re staring again,” she says, a playful lilt in her voice.
“I’m not staring,” you protest, though you know it’s a lie.
“You are,” she insists, her grin widening. “It’s okay, though. I don’t mind.”
Her boldness catches you off guard, and you’re not sure how to respond. Sohyun has always been confident, but this—this playful, flirtatious side—is new. And it’s doing things to you that you’re not entirely prepared for.
She leans closer, her voice dropping to a soft murmur. “You know, you’re allowed to compliment your wife. It’s kind of expected, actually.”
“You’re beautiful,” you say before you can stop yourself.
Her eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, you think you’ve overstepped. But then her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip, her smile turning shy in a way that’s both endearing and completely captivating.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice softer now.
As the day goes on, she continues to surprise you. The way she walks along the shoreline, letting the waves lap at her feet, her laughter ringing out when she splashes water at you. The way she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, her smile both teasing and tender.
By the time the sun begins to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you realize something has shifted. The image of Sohyun you’ve carried for so long—your best friend, your partner in crime—has started to transform. Now, you see her not just as your wife in name, but as someone who could truly hold your heart.
And the most surprising part? You’re starting to hope she feels the same way.
The two of you get back to your shared room. Sohyun says, “I’m gonna shower first unless you want to join me,” before enticingly wiggling her cute butt in front of you. At that point, the itch becomes overwhelming as you approach her. She smiles knowingly as you take your cock out. Sohyun’s eyes widened
“Oh I knew you had a nice cock but this was perfect for me,”
You look at her in. A lust-fueled haze, and she says, “Are you gonna fuck me because I really need it.”
Barely able to hold it in you plunged your cock inside of Sohyun.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of each other’s sexes you both cum violently as you bottom out
Sohyun screams as she squirts everywhere and her walls milk you rapaciously. Your dick wildly fills her womb with your seed as the two of you revel in orgasmic bliss.
“Fuck why haven’t we done that before?”
Feeling a bit flustered you respond, “Because I only thought we were friends, I didn’t even know you had this,” you spank her tight ass, and Sohyun moans erotically making you hard again, “or these,” you add massaging her voluptuous breasts. You begin ramming into her tight cavern again as she moans.
“Fick if I knew you'd feel this good I'd have seduced you years ago,” Sohyun says as her eyes roll into the back of her head. She moans as her pussy sucks you in further.
“Fuck please fuck me harder,” she pleads as your rail her. Her walls tighten around your manhood as you watch her supple ass bounce and ripple with each thrust. Sohyun moans your name continuously as she takes you, and you take her.
“Ahh uhh,” she stammers and moans as you fuck her. Both of you are so far gone in lust that words could barely be found in the pleasure young two get from each other. As you pull her up from her bent position by her long hair something in you awakened as your wife came around your cock again.
With your other hand, you grab one of her breasts and massage the soft flesh. Sohyun moans as she's sent into another orgasm. She squirts all over you again.
You give her a bit of time to recover from her high as you remain buried in her cunt. She smiles as she's filled to the brim with you. She turns around and says, “Am I yours,”!you nod and say
“Of course,”
She smirks and says, “Good you're gonna fuck me every night from
Now on because I can't go back to masturbating alone especially when you have this nice a cock,”
With the image of your wife changed into this sultry vixen you asked what caused her to become this,” you say
“Ive always been this, but you make me feel safe and comfortable being Sohyun the bro but also as Sohyun you're sexy wife. Being married to you has been a dream and I just wanted to show more of who I was to you,”
You smile as you kiss her. She smiles as she leads you to the bed and she gently pushes you down on it.
“I'm gonna ride you now,” she says emphatically. You groan as she hastily grinds on your crotch. You watch as her breasts bounce beautifully and she smiles at you. Instinctively you buck your hips but she stops you, “no no no. I'm in control.” she says as she rolls and deliciously dances her hips over yours. She is unbearable tight as the pleasure melts your brain all you can think about is her.
You barely last a few minutes of this before you cum inside her again. Sohyun moans as you both come down from your shared highs before the two of them pass out on the bed. You hold her tight your grip gentle but possessive as you cling to each other you both drift off into dreams.
The sound of distant laughter and the smell of summer grass fill your senses. You’re back in the neighborhood park, where the sun is warm, and the sky is endlessly blue. A pair of small hands tugs at yours, pulling you toward the swings. It’s Sohyun, her short hair sticking out in every direction, her face flushed with excitement.
“Come on!” she says, her voice high-pitched and full of determination. “I want to swing higher than you this time!”
You let her drag you to the swings, laughing as she clambers onto one with all the grace of a kid who hasn’t yet figured out coordination. “You never win, you know,” you tease, taking the swing next to her.
“Not yet,” she shoots back, pumping her legs furiously.
The two of you race to see who can swing higher, her competitive grunts mixing with your laughter. Eventually, you both slow down, letting the swings sway gently as the golden light of the late afternoon bathes everything in a warm glow.
“Do you think we’ll always be friends?” she asks suddenly, her voice quieter now, almost shy.
“Of course,” you say without hesitation. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
She kicks her legs idly, her swing rocking back and forth. “Sometimes people grow up and stop being friends. That’s what my mom says.”
“Well, we won’t,” you declare firmly. “We’ll always stick together.”
She smiles at that, turning her head to look at you. There’s a seriousness in her eyes that’s unusual for a kid her age. “What if we get married? Then we’d have to stay together forever.”
The suggestion catches you off guard, and you burst out laughing. “Married? You and me?”
“Why not?” she says, crossing her arms. “You’re my best friend. And my mom says you should marry someone who makes you happy.”
You consider this, your legs scuffing lightly against the ground as your swing slows to a stop. “I guess that makes sense. But aren’t you supposed to, like… love the person you marry?”
She scrunches up her nose, clearly unimpressed with your reasoning. “Well, I love you, dummy. Don’t you love me?”
Her words hit you with the blunt honesty only a child can muster, and you feel your cheeks heat up. “Uh… yeah. I guess I do.”
“Then it’s settled,” she says with a decisive nod. “When we grow up, we’ll get married. And you can do all the cooking because you make better sandwiches than me.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Fine. But only if you promise not to boss me around too much.”
“Deal,” she says, holding out her pinky. You loop your pinky with hers, sealing the pact.
As the memory begins to fade, you hear her voice one last time, soft and confident. “See? We’ll be together forever. You’ll see.”
You wake up with a start, the sound of waves crashing outside pulling you back to the present. For a moment, you lie there, the dream still vivid in your mind. The memory feels both distant and impossibly close, like a thread connecting the past to the present.
You glance to the side, where Sohyun is still asleep, her hair spread out across the pillow, her face peaceful in the soft morning light. The promise from that day echoes in your mind, and for the first time, you wonder if she remembers it too. Seeing the smile plastered on her sleeping face as you caress her shoulder tells you all you need to know. You cuddle closer and are surprised when she buries your half-erect cock in her sopping pussy she moans then says
“I want all of you all the time,” you moan as the two of you go back to sleep
You wake up to Sohyun’s lips pressed into yours as you feel something soft wrap around your cock as you cum. Your eyes focus on Sohyun staring at you with a lascivious glare as she feels your cum pour out.
“Good baby you're awake,” she says. Her eyes glazed over with desire.
“I wanted you to breed me. You have more in you right?” she says hungrily
Seeing her all on display for you makes incredibly hard for her. Seeing it as encouragement she mounts you happily. As she bottoms out on you you moan in pleasure. “Oh fuck honey you're so tight,” Sohyun smiles and you explode in her again. Sohyun feeling your release groans as you cum in her. She bends over to you and whispered
“I'm not birth control and today I'm not safe so I'm gonna get pregnant.”
Her words stir inside as the primal need to claim your woman overwhelmed your entire being your lips raise to meet hers finding yourself lost in a desperate messy lustful kiss that leaves the two of you breathless and hungry you two stare at each other as lust and live intertwine you say to
“God I love every part of you,” Sohyun smiles before responding.
“Oh you have then why didn't you make a move?” she asked
“Because we had been friends for so long. I thought you didn't like me, but you drive me wild Soho,” you say.
Your wife smiles as you ram into her. She groans as thrust in and out.
“You close baby?” you ask. Sohyun smiles as she caresses your face.
“Im always close for you baby,” she says before cumming violently all over your cock. You groan as you join her in another orgasm.
Hours later the two of you sit on the balcony of your resort suite exhausted , the warm night air wrapping around you like a blanket. The ocean stretches out endlessly before you, the waves glowing faintly under the moonlight. Sohyun has her feet propped up on the railing, her body relaxed, a glass of something tropical in her hand. She’s wearing a light sundress that flutters gently in the breeze, her hair loosely pinned back.
You sip your drink, watching her out of the corner of your eye. For what feels like the hundredth time on this trip, you’re struck by how different she seems—not just in how she looks, but in how she carries herself. There’s a confidence in her now, something bold and unshakable, and it’s left you feeling a little off-balance.
“Can I ask you something?” you say, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Of course,” she replies, glancing at you with a small smile.
“What’s with all this?” You gesture vaguely at her—her dress, her posture, everything. “I mean… why are you so seductive all of a sudden?”
Her smile widens, and she lets out a low, amused laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. “Seductive, huh?”
“I’m serious,” you say, though your tone is light. “You’ve always been confident, sure, but this… this is different. You’re different. And I don’t mean that in a bad way,” you add quickly. “It’s just… new.”
She sets her glass down, turning her body slightly to face you. For a moment, she studies you, her expression thoughtful. Then, she leans back, stretching her arms out along the back of her chair, her gaze flicking toward the horizon.
“It’s hard to explain,” she begins, her voice soft but steady. “But I guess… being married to you, living with you—it’s done something to me. It’s like it’s awakened this part of me I didn’t even know was there. This… primal femininity, I guess you could call it.”
You blink, surprised by her honesty. “Primal femininity?”
She chuckles, shaking her head. “I know it sounds weird. But it’s true. I’ve always been comfortable with who I am, you know? The short hair, the baggy clothes, the ‘one of the guys’ vibe—it’s always felt right to me. And it still does.” She pauses, glancing down at her hands. “But being with you… it’s like I’ve started to feel this other side of me, this softer, more feminine side. And I don’t mean in a ‘let’s conform to societal norms’ way,” she adds quickly, meeting your eyes. “It’s more personal than that. Like, you bring it out of me.”
Her words hit you harder than you expect, and for a moment, you’re not sure how to respond. “Me?” you manage.
She nods, her expression softening. “Yeah. You make me feel safe. Like I can just… be. And for the first time, I’m realizing that I can be all these things at once. The tomboy who’ll always beat you at Mario Kart and the woman who wants to wear a dress and flirt with her husband. They’re both me. And I like that.”
You stare at her, your heart doing something strange and uneven in your chest. “I had no idea I had that kind of effect on you.”
“Well, you do,” she says simply, her lips quirking into a teasing smile. “You’ve always seen me for who I really am, and that’s… freeing, you know? It makes me want to be even more of myself, if that makes sense.”
“It does,” you say quietly, your voice thick with emotion. “And for the record, I think both sides of you are amazing.”
Her smile softens, and she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “So, does that answer your question?”
“Yeah,” you say, a slow grin spreading across your face. “But I still reserve the right to be a little dazzled. You’ve been catching me off guard a lot lately.”
“Good,” she says, her eyes sparkling. “It’s about time I had the upper hand for once.”
You laugh, and she joins in, the sound light and easy. And as you sit there, talking and teasing each other under the stars, you realize just how much you love every part of her—past, present, and whatever comes next.
Check your shirt, check your shorts. How about your hair? Do you look presentable enough for Haseul-noona? Check one more time, you have to look decent!
"H-Hi, noona."
"Ah, Hajoon-ie~! Thank God you're here!" Haseul's million-watt smile greets your sight. "I forgot my keys and Yeojinnie locked the door… Can I crash at your place until she comes back?"
Jo Haseul-noona is your next door neighbour. She's also your other neighbour Im Yeojin's older cousin. She's your ideal girl—hyperactive, bright, extroverted, and adorable. Her tendency to take care of those younger than her has made her the apple of many eyes, yours included. At 24, Haseul does not lack choices for a potential boyfriend, and it is with that thought that you never make any moves, even though you crush super hard on her.
"S-Sure, noona! Come in, come in."
Oh fuck. Haseul-noona's in your home. It's time to hit the panic button.
"Noona, would you like something to drink?"
"Ah, water would be fine, Hajoon-ie! Thank you~!" Another million-watt smile flashes your way, and well, now you're putty for her.
"Make yourself at home, noona. You can use my Netflix."
"Okay!"
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When you return, Haseul is already midway through a movie about some previous dynasty in Korea or China, and she's particularly engrossed in the show.
"Noona, your water."
"Thank you, Hajoon-ie! Come, come sit with Noona. Noona 's wanted to watch this show for a while!"
You can't deny her anything. Simp.
Haseul reacts a lot when she watches the show. She shifts around regularly, making soft sounds like humming, gasping, and the occasional "Ooooh~" when the plot unravels. However, you're only half immersed in the movie, because Haseul has shifted closer and closer to you throughout the duration of said movie. She used to be just next to you, but now she's almost cuddled up next to you, her shoulder against yours. You're close enough to smell her perfume, and when you turn just a little to the right, you're greeted by Haseul-noona's angelic features.
If Haseul-noona has noticed you staring, she hasn't said anything, but you doubt she has. After all, she's fully immersed in the movie anyway. You take the chance to gaze at the features of the woman you crush on: silky brown hair that runs down to her chest, her gorgeous monolid eyes that shine brightly with every grin, her cute long nose, and her kissable lips. Oh, you wish to one day be able to just kiss her. One kiss, just one.
When you turn your eyes back to the screen, you're shell-shocked to see an intimate scene playing on the show. The main character has the female lead in his bedchambers, and both characters are copulating. Haseul squeals and buries her face into your shoulder as she peeks at the screen occasionally. You wonder how this made it onto Netflix when the camera shows the topless actress riding the actor, but deep down inside you, you're panicking that you're pretty much watching porn with your beloved Haseul-noona. However, behind that panic, you're unable to rid yourself of one dirty thought—what if Haseul-noona was the female lead, and you were the male lead?
"No, no, no," you think, "Do not lewd Haseul-noona."
You turn to look at your Haseul-noona, and that decision to look delivers you a fresh dose of panic. At the angle that she leans into you, you're presented with a clear view down her yellow button up, right into the deep valley of her cleavage. Mentally, you're a broken man at the combined thought of the sex on screen and the clear shot of Haseul's cleavage. You're unable to tear your eyes away from her chest, and the tenting of your shorts isn't helping.
"Oh ho ho, what're you looking at, Hajoon-ie?"
Haseul tilts your chin up, and you tear your eyes away from her chest too late. She's grinning, and you're terrified.
"N-Nothing, noona! I promise!"
"No, no, lying is bad, Hajoon-ie. Don't lie to noona."
"I… I wasn't—I…"
"Now, now, Hajoon-ie, this says otherwise~."
Haseul slides a hand over your thigh, right over your bulge. You yelp when she glides onto your hard bulge, massaging your cock over your shorts.
"Don't lie to noona, Hajoon-ie. Lying is wrong~."
This isn't real. No way.
"I—I was looking…"
"Mhm?"
"I was looking at… at your… your boobs, noona."
"And what about them, Hajoon-ie?"
You're at a loss of words from a cocktail of arousal, fear, and confusion. Haseul doesn't seem angry, but she could be. She does sound very teasing though. Perhaps there's hope.
"They're… I…"
Haseul giggles.
"Do you wanna see them, Hajoon-ie?"
What??
You sit on the sofa with muted shock as Haseul climbs over you, straddling your body. Her hands work each button open, pace excruciatingly slow, until her shirt falls open to reveal her breasts, encased within a red bra. Haseul reaches behind her back, an audible click signifying the removal of the barrier between her chest and your eyes. The bra falls onto your lap and Haseul throws it aside, her hands resting on your shoulders. Your eyes fall to her breasts, and you feel a rush of arousal course your systems as you gaze in wonder—Haseul-noona's taut nipples sit atop porcelain skin, each a perfect handful. Her areolae and nipples are brown, and the contrast only draws even more of your fancy.
"Go on, Hajoon-ie. Touch them."
You raise a hand hesitantly as you scan Haseul's features for any sign of a trick. She offers you a wide grin and a nod, the push you need to confirm her consent. A light blush dusts her cheeks with red, but she still appears confident in what she wants. Your right hand lands on her left breast, and the soft gasp that Haseul releases sends chills down your body. Gently, you knead her flesh while Haseul rests her hands on your shoulders. She leans in, her breath brushing against your lips with her sultry whisper.
"Kiss me, Hajoon-ie."
You waste no time connecting your lips to hers. Her tongue meets yours in an openmouthed kiss, both of your moans mixing with the sounds of slurping when Haseul grinds herself against your bulge. You reciprocate, grinding upwards against Haseul to increase the amount of pleasure both of you draw from the other. Your left hand reaches around her to rest on her upper back, exploring the smooth skin across the expanse of her body and the curve of her spine.
"Fuck, it feels so good, noona."
"I feel really good too, Hajoon-ie."
Haseul initiates the next openmouthed kiss. This time, you can feel her desperation—she pushes you into the kiss. You can't get enough of Haseul, and neither can she get enough of you. The delicious friction of her against you is good, but inadequate. Even with your hand on her chest, it's still not enough. Haseul rolls her hips over your crotch, a particularly hard grind drawing a whine from the woman on top. The kiss only breaks out of the need for air, a strand of saliva falling from between your tongues, lips swollen from the passion both of you share.
"Hajoon-ie, suck on my tits, please."
The sinful whine Haseul lets go when your lips wrap around her right nipple goes straight to your hard cock. Another rush of precum beads your tip, and the stickiness in your underwear is starting to get more than uncomfortable. Haseul pulls you into her chest, almost smothering you in her flesh while you flick your tongue over her nipple, your finger doing the same with her other. You wonder if this is heaven—even if Haseul's skin tastes slightly salty from sweat, you're more than content with where you are now with your Haseul-noona grinding against you while you suck on her breasts. You'd only dreamt of such a situation before, but now you could confidently say you were living the dream. In fact, you could die happy right now.
"Hajoon-ie, Hajoon-ie, Hajoon~!"
You interrupt Haseul's moans with another deep, sloppy kiss. This kiss is again desperate—both of you chase the other's lips even though you're already kissing each other hard. Tongues lash against the other's and your bodies grind harder. You break the kiss, opting to chase Haseul's nipple again. You switch your target this time—your tongue lashes at Haseul's left nipple, finger on her right. Her chest glistens with your spit and her sweat. You speed up the tempo of your ministrations on Haseul—you want her, no, need her.
"No, Hajoon, Hajoon-ie, Song Hajoon!"
Haseul squeals when she suddenly shudders, unable to support herself atop your body. She falls forward, her chest smothering you as she spasms atop your trapped self. Her hips grind down hard against your bulge, a barrage of curses amidst whiny moans and whimpers of your name right next to your ear when she bucks hard, a warm and wet feeling spreading across your clothed crotch. When Haseul stops rocking atop your body, she raises herself off you, releasing you from your temporary prison.
"Hajoon-ie, noona came…"
Haseul crawls off your body to stand in front of you. A huge wet spot stains her jeans, as well as over your hard bulge. You're almost driven crazy at the sight—your Haseul-noona just orgasmed dry humping against you while you sucked on her tits. Not only that, she squirted in her pants and all over you while moaning your name, cursing all the way.
"Sorry Hajoon-ie, noona made a mess…" Haseul bites her lip, her hands clasping together in front of her. She looks sheepish, embarrassed at having dirtied you with her juices. You push yourself off the couch to stand right in front of Haseul, who yelps in surprise. You pull your shirt off, throwing it aside, then take one of Haseul's hands to cup your hard bulge once more. You heave a sigh of relief at her touch, before you speak.
"You came, noona, but I didn't. What're you going to do about it?"
Haseul gasps. Her face burns bright red, but lust lights up her eyes.
"I'll tell you what I want, noona. I want you."
Haseul crashes her lips against yours right after you finish speaking. She grabs a handful of your ass to pull you in and deepen the kiss, and you grab both of her asscheeks in return. The kiss is short—Haseul breaks it in favour of undoing her jeans and removing them with her panties. You pull your shorts and briefs off, hurriedly throwing them to the side to return all your attention to your Haseul-noona. Haseul stands in front of you, her hands clenched into fists at the side, eyes locked onto your hard shaft sticking up towards her. You take the time to ogle Haseul's naked body too. She is clean shaven, her full thighs stained with slick from her earlier orgasm. White precum drips off the tip to the floor as your shaft twitches at the sight of Haseul's naked body.
"Oomph!"
Haseul leaps at you, pushing you back onto the couch. She straddles you once more, her knees on either side of your legs. Her lips colliding into yours for another erotic dance with your tongues. Neither of you can keep the kiss going for long—the need for air surfaces very quickly. Both of you pant heavily in excitement and lust as Haseul grabs your hard shaft and pumps it a few times before she slides herself over your length. You moan at the feeling of Haseul's slick coating your length as she prepares you for sex with her.
"Sit back and relax, Hajoon-ie. Let noona help, okay?"
Haseul grips your shaft by the base, and she raises herself to line your tip with her wet hole. She releases more soft moans when she brushes your cock across her wet slit, more and more of her juices dripping down your hard length. When Haseul stops moving your shaft, you have to choke back a loud groan when Haseul sinks herself down on your cock. Inch after inch of your hard sex disappears into Haseul's body, her walls wrapping your shaft so deliciously tight, so comfortably warm. You're unable to resist making sounds soon after—gasps and whimpers escape your open mouth when Haseul takes you to the hilt.
Haseul feels like heaven. Her tight walls squeeze you ever so often when they twitch, and the friction with every movement threatens to tip you over into orgasm. Haseul probably feels the same too—you're twitching hard within her pussy, precum flowing up your tip into her walls ever so often. She falls on you again as you wrap your arms around her body, cuddling her tight against you.
"Fuck, noona, so fucking tight!"
"You feel so big in me, Hajoon-ie, noona might go crazy…"
It takes a while before both of you can move. When Haseul pushes herself to look at you, she plants a chaste kiss on your lips.
"I'm going to start, Hajoon-ie."
When you nod, Haseul rises until half of your shaft is out of her, then she sinks down back to the hilt. Two sets of moans fill the room, then again as Haseul repeats her actions. You grip Haseul's hips, guiding Haseul up and down your shaft as you lean against the backrest of your sofa, content in watching your noona have sex with you.
"You can move too, Hajoon."
With Haseul's guidance, you push up into Haseul when she pushes herself down onto you. Her squeal of pleasure goes straight to your cock—the hard twitch and burst of precum, as well as the burst of pleasure coursing through your system feels so damned good. Never in your dreams would you have ever thought sex felt like that—you were a virgin before this, and now, not anymore.
"Oh my God, Haseul-noona, fuck, so good, fuck!"
"Yes, yes, God, fuck, Hajoon-ie, you're twitching so much, ah! Does… Does noona's pussy make you so happy?"
"Fuck, yes! Yes!"
"Good, pffh, fuck noona harder then, show noona how good you feel!"
At her command, you begin to fuck into her hard. You begin to experiment with angles, with levels of strength. Haseul cradles you in her embrace as you fuck up into her body, content with how good the sex feels. A wordless stream of moans echoes next to your ear with every thrust, just as yours echo into her chest. Her hands grip your back and head tightly, to the point of slight pain when her nails dig into your skin. You decide to use your knowledge of her sensitive nipples from earlier to your advantage again—lips wrap around nipple once more, but you now softly suckle on her breast as you fuck up into her.
"Yes, yes, Hajoon-ie, suck on noona's tits, suck on noona's tits!"
You pinch a nipple with your left finger and thumb, then tweak it slightly as you nibble on her other nipple. Haseul squeals again, her hips bucking down hard on your crotch. At the same time, you fuck up hard into her, and she nearly screams as you pass over a rough patch in her pussy.
Found it.
With your newfound knowledge, every subsequent thrust up into Haseul strikes her G-spot. The creaking of the sofa dragging against your floors mixes with both yours and Haseul's loud moans, as well as the loud claps of sex. Haseul's hips buck wildly against yours, and you can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.
"Noona, I'm not going to last much longer!"
"Me too, Hajoon-ie, I'm so close, oh fuck!" Haseul bounces herself hard atop your cock, her words broken up by loud moans and gasps of pleasure.
"Where do you—?"
"Inside me, I needs to feel your cum in my pussy!"
Those are the hottest words you've ever heard.
"OH, FUCK!"
With a loud cry, you're unable to hold yourself back. The first violent spurt of semen fires deep into Haseul's waiting pussy, rope after rope of white hot cum fucked deep into your beloved noona. At the same time, Haseul screams as a huge gush of fluid sprays all over your crotch when her pussy contracts tightly around your cock, half a second after your orgasm hits. Both of you simultaneously see white as thick, pearly cum paints Haseul's pussy white and Haseul squirts all over your tummy and crotch with each shot of cum deep into her. Both of you never stop fucking the other, hell bent on prolonging your pleasure through the other's body. You're unable to count how many shots of cum fills your Haseul-noona's pussy, but you know it is enough to not only fill her cunt, but overflow out of the gaps between your cock and her pussy. Your cum stains her skin and yours, some of it running down your balls to the couch to mix with her squirt.
Both of you collapse in a mess of tangled limbs and exhausted bodies. Your chests heave in attempts to regain as much of your breath as possible after your intense orgasms. You can't help but hug Haseul-noona tight, a prayer that this isn't a one-time thing being recited in your mind.
"You came so much, Hajoon-ie…"
A deluge of cum leaks out onto your balls when your softened cock slips out of Haseul's used pussy. Haseul pushes herself off you, another thick glob of white dripping out of her hole when she moves to stand. Cum drips down her thighs, and she collects it with a finger, raising it to her mouth to taste you.
Oh, fuck. You came in her.
"Noona, fuck! What if you—"
"Hehe, then Hajoon-ie, you have to take responsibility~. I could be carrying your baby."
You whimper at the words, the thought of Haseul being pregnant with your baby simultaneously scaring you, yet turning you on. Your soft cock twitches a bit at the thought, and Haseul laughs.
"Hajoon-ie, you're so naughty. You're getting turned on at the thought of getting noona pregnant?"
You're not sure whether to panic.
"Don't worry Hajoon-ie, noona's safe. If not, I wouldn't have asked you to cum in me."
Haseul turns around to her bag, rummaging through its contents. You wonder what she's looking for, until she pulls out her bunch of keys.
"I'm sorry, Song Hajoon, I lied."
"What?"
"I had my keys all along, Hajoon-ie."
"Wait. Huh?"
"I wanted to spend time with you…" A shy smile spreads across Haseul's face, her cheeks beginning to redden. "I just wanted to come hang out with you, and maybe make a move on you, and… well…"
You open your mouth to speak, then close it. You're not sure what to say, but you imitate a fish perfectly in shock.
"Song Hajoon, you're so cuteee~!" Haseul comes over to pinch your cheeks, then she plants a kiss on your nose. "We're dating from today!
What the fuck.
"But!"
You sit up straight as Haseul puts her hands on her hips.
"Now, we shower first. You made a mess of me."
Haseul huffs and pouts, then she pulls you up into a deep kiss. You can't help but whine in embarrassment when your cock hardens again with Haseul's tongue swirling against yours.
"Wah, Hajoon-ie, so strong and youthful." Haseul giggles, and then she tiptoes to your ear.
"Let's get into the shower, and you can use my pussy again. Let noona help you one more time, okay?"
She giggles again.
"I can't wait to feel you cum in me one more time."
The kind of hour where the air feels too still, where even the streetlights outside look half-asleep. The TV's been mumbling nonsense in the background for god knows how long. Your eyelids feel heavy, your brain even heavier. Seriously, you should’ve been asleep by now.
So when the buzzer echoes through your small apartment, it takes you a second to realise it wasn't coming from the TV. You rubbed your eyes and pushed yourself up, half expecting it to be a delivery mix-up or maybe some drunk neighbour pressing the wrong button.
But when you open the door, it's her. Seo Dahyun. Soda.
Hood pulled low, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, her eyes red not from sleep, but something else. She's clutching her phone so tight her knuckles are pale, the other just hangs limply by her side.
She doesn't say a word. Just standing there, chest rising and falling in uneven bursts as if she just rushed to here (she did, you found out later), and her lips trembling like she's still deciding whether to speak or not.
"Soda?" you murmur her nickname, voice still thick with sleep. "What are you-"
"He broke up with me."
It's quiet. Flat. Like she had recited the news to herself, as nonchalant than it should’ve been. But she couldn't hide the crack in her tone, enough to give her away. You’ve known her since middle school.
“Who?”
“Who else?”
You blink once. Twice. The sentence sinks in like a slow burn like your consciousness back to life.
Then you step aside. "Get in."
She doesn't hesitate. Dahyun walked past you without meeting your eyes, the faint smell of rain and the scent that is undoubtedly hers following her in. She kicks off her shoes with a dull thud (one of them landing sideways) and drops her phone onto the couch before collapsing beside it, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around your huge Snorlax plushie like she's trying to squeeze the ache out of her chest.
You would've snatched a photo already if the air wasn't so suffocating.
Instead, you close the door behind her. The click sounds far too …final.
For a while, neither of you says anything. The TV in the background was still mumbling nonsense, but it did fill up the silence with half-hearted laughter. It felt almost wrong to even keep it on, like the world outside didn't get the memo that your best friend was just trying to keep every piece of her from falling apart.
You move toward her slowly, scratching the back of your neck. "…want some soda?"
She shook her head (she would've laughed at that by this point, you knew she loved that joke). Her eyes stay fixed on the floor, seemingly distant.
"He said that it doesn't work."
"What does that even mean? What doesn't work."
"That I'm…too much, apparently. Too clingy."
Her voice breaks on the last word. Small. Bitter. Feels like she's trying to turn the pain into sarcasm (just like you. Wow, best friend certified.) and failing miserably.
You dropped onto the spot next to her on the couch, being extra careful of every single movement. "Too much? Too clingy? How? You're the most empathetic girl in the world."
She lets out a dry laugh. "Can you believe that? Too clingy. Like caring is not allowed now. What the fuck."
You finally take a proper look at Dahyun. She tried so hard to stay composed, trying to joke about it away as usual, the way she always does when she's hurt. But her eyes couldn't hide it this time. There was this deep, hollow sadness sitting behind them, the kind that comes from being made to feel like her utmost love was too heavy for someone to carry.
She exhales shakily, her shoulders rise and fall in slow, uneven waves. "It's stupid, right? It's the same shit every time. I care too much, I ask too many questions, I…I text first too often. It's like —" She presses her palm to her mouth, her breathing shaky, and her voice clearly cracking, "-- It's like I'm not allowed to love people unless I pretend not to care about them."
Her words hang heavy in the air. You can hear, no, FEEL the frustration behind them. The anger that bottled up when you're tired of being gentle, tired of being told you're too much for people who don't know how to appreciate it.
It took you a full minute to find what barely was the right word to comfort her. "Soda…you just gave your time and heart to someone who didn't deserve it."
She didn't move for a second. Just stares down at her hands, the fingers picking at the hem of her sleeve. And then, without looking up, she whispers, "Then why does it keep happening to me?"
You wanted to answer, but nothing managed to come out of your throat. "I–-"
"You wouldn't understand anyway." She turned her head slowly, like the motion itself is a betrayal. The Snorlax plushie slips from her arms and lands face-down on the floor with a soft, defeated thump.
"Soda—"
"You don't understand!" The words rip out of her, jagged and raw. "You've never been the one left behind like this!"
You flinched. Not from the volume (though it's the first time you've ever heard her raise it), but from the venom oozing out of it. Seo Dahyun, who once apologised to a chair she bumped into, is screaming at you, her best friend. And she’s up, pacing the narrow strip of floor between the couch and the coffee table. Bare feet slap the rug, then the cold tile, then the rug again. Her hoodie’s zipper is half-down, revealing the thin strap of a tank top underneath, damp from the rain. Wet strands of her hair stick to her cheek in the dark.
"You always act like you have your life all figured out."
"Soda, I don't have my life figure—"
"Like you are so fucking calm. Like nothing ever hurt you!”
“Soda, listen to me—”
“I hate it! I hate how your life is just stable and quiet, while mine is in fucking shamble!"
The accusation hangs in the air, unfair and sharp. You don't move. You can't move. Your hands stay open on your thighs, palms up, like you are offering something she doesn't want. You know she's not yelling at you. It's the ghost of every single exes who told her she was too much, too needy. The echo of her own voice, telling her she's wrong.
Then she stops in front of you, chest heaving. Her eyes are glassy, red-rimmed, but the tears haven't fallen yet.
"I just—" Her voice cracks again, but smaller now. "I just need to feel something else. Anything else."
Her hands are on your shirt before you can answer, fisting the fabric, and tugging you forward. It wasn't gentle, and it certainly wasn't asking. You just lift your arms and let her yank your shirt off, the fabric catching on your ears for a second before it's gone. She tossed it aside absentmindedly, and couldn't give a damn where it landed.
Her hoodies then followed, fully zipped down in one motion. It puddles on the floor like shed skin. She's in a thin white tank now, her perky nipples visible through the damp fabric, and you try so hard not to stare. You tried to stay within the line, but she already threw it when she climbed onto your lap, knees bracketing your hips, her thighs trembling.
"Soda" You say, with utmost care. "Hey, Soda, listen to me—"
"Shut up." She whispers, but it's more like pleading than demanding. "Just, don't talk for a second, okay?"
Her fingers fumble with your belt, metal clinking too loud for comfort in the quiet space. She gets it undone, shoves your jeans and boxer down just enough. And then her own short. Then her underwear. She rises up on her knees, one hand braced on your shoulder, and the other guiding your exposed member to her entrance. She's wet already (unsure how, but you didn't dare to question), and her breath hitched as your head brushed her folds.
"Tell me you want this…" She whispers, eyes locked on yours. "Tell me you want me. Please."
"Fuck…" You groaned. You should've stopped her. Should've calmed her down, but what came out was: "I always do, Soda."
With the approval, she sinks down in one slow, deliberate slide, taking you to the hilt. The sound she made was half-sob, half-relief. Her head falls back, throat exposed, and you watch all the reliefs pouring out through her tears, tracking down her cheeks and dripping down onto your bare chest.
"Gosh…" she panted, her hips rolling in a circle, grinding down like she's trying to memorise the shape of you in her. "You - mmph, you feel so good…"
She then starts moving, her hips rolling in tight circles and grind down like she's trying so fucking hard to erase the bad memory away. Her breath hitches every time she bottoms out, a small and wounded sound that makes your heart ache.
"Tell me.." Her voice trembled. "Tell me I'm not too much, you idiot. "
You swallowed hard. "You're not. Soda. Never."
She makes a broken sound and kisses you. Messy, desperate, teeth clacking. Her tongue slides against yours, tasting like salt and rain and something very her. She pulled off the kiss and rested her forehead against yours. Her hand slides up to your chest, nails grazing your skin. It does hurt, yes, but it was still light, careful, like she's afraid to leave deep marks. Afraid to ruin you. Afraid to ruin what you both have.
"Say it again. Please." She pleaded. "I'm not too much."
"You're not too much." You repeated, rougher this time. "You're…more than they deserved."
Her pace quickens, hips snapping harder and slamming down harder, but there's still hesitation in it, like every thrust is still a question. The couch creaks beneath you. The TV is still on, running some nonsense infomercial. It's absurd. It's obscene. It's just enough.
"Harder," She whispers, "Yes, fuc- yes~" and you weren't sure if she meant you or herself. You slide your hands to her waist and her back, just holding there and letting her take what she needs. She rides you like she's trying to outrun the pain, but her eyes kept flicking to yours.
She leans back to your touch, and you watch her. Tank top riding up, breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips, the slick slide of her pussy taking you again and again.
"Am I...hurting you?" She whispered.
"Not at all." You panted. "You're doing fine."
She bites her lip, nods (good that she is still responding well, that's the Seo Dahyun you know), and moves again. Faster. Rougher. But her hands stay gentle, her fingers splayed across your chest like she's anchoring herself. Or relying on the anchor that is you.
"I don't want to be mean…" She moaned, almost to herself. "I just…I just want—"
"I know…" You smiled. "I got you. Do you feel good?”
" Yeah, fuck…you feel so good in me." She looked at you, her glassy eyes were on the verge of shattering. "You'll,,, stay with me like always…right?"
"Of course." Without hesitation. Without missing a single beat. "I'm always here for you."
And then she breaks. Sobs. A real one. It was raw, guttural, like she was finally being allowed to let it out. Her face crumples, forehead pressed to your neck, and the tears come hot and fast. You feel her clench around you. You don't think because it was deliberate, but it was just reflex from all the emotions, her thighs trembling violently as the wave hits.
Her fingers dig deeper into your shoulders. Just holding you tightly like you're the only thing left in her world. "I'm sorry," she chokes out between sobs, voice muffled against you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I’m sorry—"
You don't want to answer with words (Not the thing she wanted to hear at this moment. You can read her more than enough times). Your arms around her tightened even more, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through her damp hair. She's shaking so hard. So fragile. So small. Yet she still moved her hips in tiny, involuntary jerks, chasing the last of it even as she fell apart.
And then, the orgasm crashes through her. Her whole body locks up, back arching, a mantra of "fuck" and "I'm coming" tearing out of her throat as she let herself go. Hard, messy, tears and snot and sweat mixing on your skin. (It was a pain to clean it off, but that's not important right now.)
"Let it out." You whispered. "I got you, Soda. Do it for me."
And she did. Hard. With a broken cry that was half your name, half a curse. You feel it the way she pulses around you, the way her breath stutters as she begged you to hold her tight and not let go, and the way her nails dug half-moons into your flesh before going slack. It was too much for you to hold back, and you followed soon after. All the built up spilled into her with a low, helpless groan. Your hips jerked up once, twice, before stilling.
She doesn't pull away.
Just collapse fully, her weight grounding you both. Just the warmth from the heated session and the bond between you two.
"I…didn't hurt you, did I?" Her tone too careful. Too fragile.
You shake your head. "You bonking me accidentally with a metal bat last week hurts more."
“Damn you…” That finally brings out a weak chuckle out of her. "I just…I just… didn't know how to be angry without breaking something."
"It's fine." You smiled. "You’re not breaking anything.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. You're still here. And I'm still here for you."
She exhales into your skin, shaky but light. The silence stretched, but it was comfortable.
And then, the TV cuts to a commercial for a blender. Hearing the rambling, Dahyun snorts, "We're literally fucking to the sound of a NutriBullet ad."
You soon followed with an airy laugh. "Don’t point that out, Soda, damn it."
She shifts, still on your lap, and winces. "Damn you, I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow."
"Well, it's your fault for riding too hard, Soda. I get it, I'm too irresistable."
She smacks your chest lightly, cheeks flushing. "Shut up…I was just processing."
"Mhm…hope that was a great processing time you had."
"Stop teasing me, damn it." She pinched your shoulder, forcing a groan out of you. "You didn't exactly complain."
"Why would I?" You brush a strand of hair from her face, tuck it behind her ear. “Hey.”
She hummed.
“You want that soda now?”
She let out another snort before she looked up to you with the smile you adored so much. Small, tired, real. Undeniably hers. “Diet Coke. With ice. And a straw.”
You sighed, a grin managed to escape. “Tsk. So bossy.”
“Deal with it, idiot.”
But she doesn’t move to get off you yet. Not yet. Just stay there, and breathe with you.
I lounged on the worn-out couch in the living room, scrolling through my phone, the afternoon sun filtering through the blinds in lazy stripes. At 18, life felt like a monotonous loop, college classes that dragged on, part-time job shifts that sucked the energy out of me, and the endless pressure from my older sister, Mia, to 'get my shit together.' Mia always the responsible one, and her best friend Sohyun was no different. They were like two peas in a pod, inseparable since high school. Sohyun, at 23, had this effortless vibe that made everyone around her relax, even if she was bossing you around in the sweetest way possible.
The front door clicked open, and Mia's voice echoed from the hallway. 'Hey, loser! Sohyun's coming over later. Don't embarrass me by hiding in your room all day.' I rolled my eyes but didn't respond. Hiding sounded tempting. Sohyun had always treated me like a little kid, even though I towered over her now. Back when we were teens, she'd ruffle my hair and call me 'her favorite baby brother,' which annoyed the hell out of me at the time. But lately? I didn't mind it as much. There was something comforting about her attention, especially with how her huge breasts strained against her tops whenever she leaned in close.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. Mia went to answer it, and I heard Sohyun's unique laugh before I even saw her. 'Mia! Oh my god, it's been forever!' They hugged, and then Sohyun's eyes found me on the couch. Her smile widened, those full lips curving up in a way that made my stomach flip. She was wearing a simple white top that hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric stretching taut over her massive tits, and a pair of cutoff shorts that showed off her smooth, tanned legs. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, and she had this fresh, floral scent that always lingered in the air after she left.
'Look at you, all grown up but still lounging like a lazy kitten,' she teased, sauntering over. Before I could protest, she plopped down next to me, her thigh pressing against mine. The warmth of her body seeped through my jeans, and I shifted slightly, trying not to stare at the way her breasts jiggled with the movement. 'What's got you so glued to that screen? Another one of those video games?'
Mia snorted from the kitchen. 'He's been like that all day. Probably avoiding his school work.' She poked her head out, holding a tray of snacks. 'Sohyun, make yourself at home. I'm grabbing drinks.'
Sohyun turned to me, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. 'School work, huh? You need Mommy Sohyun to help you with that?' She said it playfully, but there was an undercurrent, a softness in her voice that made my cheeks heat up. The 'mommy' thing had started as a joke years ago, Mia and her friends teasing me about being the baby of the family, but with Sohyun, it felt different. Personal. Like she enjoyed saying it.
I laughed it off, rubbing the back of my neck. 'Nah, I'm good. Just chilling.' But she wasn't having it. She scooted closer, her arm draping over my shoulders in a casual hug that pulled me against her side. Her breast squished softly against my arm, the give of it sending a jolt straight to my groin. 'You look tense, sweetie. Rough week?'
Her fingers started massaging my shoulder, gentle circles that eased the knots I didn't even realize were there. I nodded, leaning into it despite myself. 'Yeah, exams are killing me. And work's been nonstop.' Mia returned with sodas, handing one to Sohyun before vanishing upstairs to take a call, leaving us alone. The house felt quieter, more intimate.
'Aw, my poor baby,' Sohyun cooed, her voice dropping to that soothing timbre she used when she really wanted to baby me. She turned my face toward her with a finger under my chin, her touch light but insistent. 'You carry too much on those broad shoulders. Let Mommy take care of you for a bit.' My heart pounded. Was she serious? Her eyes held mine, warm and inviting, no trace of the joke. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry.
Before I could respond, she stood up, tugging my hand. 'Come on, let's get you relaxed. Mia won't mind if we borrow the couch for a movie or something.' I followed her, my legs feeling heavy as she guided me to sit back down, but this time she positioned herself behind me on the couch, her legs bracketing my sides. 'Lean back, honey.' I did, my head resting against her stomach, her breasts hovering just above my face like soft pillows.
She started rubbing my temples, her fingers threading through my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp. 'That's it, just breathe. Mommy's got you.' The words washed over me, making my body melt. It was fluff at its finest—pure, nurturing comfort—but the way her body pressed against me added a layer of heat I couldn't ignore. Her huge tits brushed my cheeks as she worked, the thin tank top doing nothing to hide the hardness of her nipples poking through.
'Tell me about your day,' she murmured, her breath warm on my ear. I started rambling about classes, the stress, how everything felt overwhelming. She listened, humming softly, her hands never stopping their gentle exploration. They trailed down my neck, kneading my shoulders, then lower to my chest. 'Shh, you're doing so well. My big boy, handling all that. But you don't have to alone.'
Her touch grew bolder, fingers slipping under my shirt to caress bare skin. Goosebumps erupted everywhere she touched. 'Sohyun...' I whispered, not sure if I wanted her to stop or keep going. She shushed me again, her hand pressing flat against my stomach. 'Call me Mommy when it's just us, okay? Makes it special.'
I nodded, the word sticking in my throat. The room felt warmer, the air thicker. Mia was still upstairs, her voice faint on the phone. Sohyun's other hand joined the first, both now roaming under my shirt, tracing the lines of my abs. 'You've filled out so nicely,' she praised, her voice husky. 'But you're still my little one inside.' She leaned down, her breasts smothering my face as she kissed my forehead, then my temple.
The contact was electric. I could smell her skin, feel the weight of her tits enveloping me. My cock twitched in my pants, hardening against the fabric. She must have noticed because her hand dipped lower, brushing the waistband of my jeans. 'Oh, sweetie, are you getting excited? That's okay. Mommy loves taking care of all your needs.'
She shifted, sliding around to face me, straddling my lap in one fluid motion. Her weight settled on my thighs, her pussy pressing down through her shorts right against my growing bulge. She rocked subtly, just enough to make me groan. 'There we go. Let it out.' Her hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks as she gazed down at me with pure affection mixed with desire.
I stared up at her, mesmerized by the swell of her breasts so close, the valley between them deep and inviting. 'Mommy...' The word slipped out, tentative but real. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled, leaning in to capture my lips in a soft kiss. It was gentle at first, fluffy and sweet, her lips tasting like cherry lip balm. But then her tongue slipped in, coaxing mine to play, and the kiss deepened, her body grinding down harder.
My hands found her waist instinctively, gripping the soft flesh there. She moaned into my mouth, breaking the kiss to trail her lips along my jaw. 'Good boy. Touch Mommy if you want.' Emboldened, I slid my palms up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her huge breasts. They were heavy, spilling over my hands as I cupped them, feeling the rapid beat of her heart.
Sohyun arched into my touch, her nipples scraping against my palms through the fabric. 'Mmm, yes, just like that. Squeeze them, baby.' I did, kneading the soft mounds, marveling at their size. She gasped, her hips rolling in a slow circle that made my cock throb painfully against her heat. 'You're so hard for Mommy already. Does my little one need relief?'
I nodded frantically, beyond words. She chuckled softly, a sound full of warmth, and reached down to unbutton my jeans. Her fingers were deft, popping the button and tugging the zipper down. My cock sprang free as she shoved my pants and boxers down just enough, the cool air hitting the sensitive skin. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and she licked her lips, eyes darkening with lust.
'Look at this big cock. All for me?' She wrapped her hand around the base, stroking slowly from root to tip. Her grip was firm but tender, like she was handling something precious. I bucked into her fist, a whimper escaping me. 'Shh, easy. Mommy's gonna make it feel so good.' She pumped me a few times, thumb circling the head to spread the slickness, then leaned back to peel off her top.
Her breasts bounced free, unrestrained and magnificent. They were full and round, easily double Ds or more, with dark pink nipples already pebbled and begging for attention. She cupped them herself, lifting them toward me. 'Suck on Mommy's tits, baby. It'll help you relax.'
I didn't hesitate, latching onto one nipple with my mouth, sucking hard. The taste of her skin was salty-sweet, and she moaned loudly, her hand tightening on my cock. 'Fuck, yes, just like that. Use your tongue.' I swirled around the bud, grazing it with my teeth, while my hand massaged the other breast, pinching the nipple between fingers. Her body trembled above me, pussy grinding down on my thigh now as she jerked me off.
'You're making Mommy so wet,' she breathed, her free hand slipping into her shorts. I could hear the wet sounds as she fingered herself, her strokes on my cock matching the rhythm.
Suddenly, footsteps on the stairs. Mia's voice called out, 'Hey, you two! I'm ordering pizza. What toppings?' Sohyun froze for a second, then giggled, pressing a finger to my lips. 'Pepperoni for me!' she called back, her voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. Mia mumbled something and headed back up.
'Close call,' Sohyun whispered, her eyes twinkling. 'But we're not done.' She stood briefly, shimmying out of her shorts and panties in one go, revealing her shaved pussy, lips glistening with arousal. She was soaked, thighs slick as she straddled me again, positioning my cock at her entrance.
'Slowly now, baby. Let Mommy take you in.' She sank down inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping me. I groaned, hands gripping her ass as she bottomed out, her breasts pressing against my chest. She started riding me gently, up and down, her walls clenching around my length. 'That's my good boy. Fill Mommy up.'
We moved together, her pace unhurried, savoring every slide. She kissed me again, fluffy and deep, while her hips worked me over. Sweat beaded on her skin, her tits bouncing with each thrust. I thrust up to meet her, the slap of skin muffled by the couch cushions.
But just as the tension coiled tighter, she slowed, lifting off me with a wet pop. 'Not yet, sweetie.' She dropped to her knees between my legs, her huge breasts framing my cock as she leaned in. 'Time for a special treat.'
Her mouth descended, tongue flicking the tip before she sucked me in deep. I watched, mesmerized, as her lips stretched around my girth, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed. Her tits jiggled with the motion, nipples grazing my thighs. She hummed around me, the vibration shooting pleasure up my spine.
'Fuck, Mommy...' I panted, fingers tangling in her hair. She looked up at me with those loving eyes, taking me to the back of her throat, gagging slightly but not stopping. Saliva dripped down her chin, coating her breasts as she worked me over.
The door to the kitchen swung open, Mia again, grabbing plates. Sohyun didn't stop; she just slowed, her mouth still on me, hidden by the couch angle. My heart raced, the thrill adding to the edge. Mia left without noticing, and Sohyun popped off, grinning wickedly. 'See? Mommy knows how to keep secrets.'
She climbed back up, rubbing her pussy along my length without entering, teasing us both. 'Tell me what you need, baby.'
'I need you,' I gasped. 'Need to fuck Mommy's pussy.'
Her smile softened, fluff returning as she kissed my nose. 'Then take it. But gently at first.' She guided me back inside, sinking down fully this time. We rocked together, her breasts in my face again, me sucking and licking as she rode harder.
But as I teetered on the brink, she whispered, 'Wait… not yet.' The words hung in the air, promising more, as she slowed once more, leaving me aching and desperate.
Sohyun's words lingered in the air like a promise, her pussy still clenching around my cock as she held still, her massive breasts heaving with each breath. I was buried deep inside her, the slick walls gripping me tightly, but she wouldn't let me move, her hands pinning my hips down with surprising strength. 'Patience, my sweet boy,' she whispered, nuzzling my neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there. The fluff in her tone wrapped around the raw need building between us, making the denial even sweeter torture.
Just then, Mia's footsteps thudded down the stairs again, louder this time. Sohyun's eyes widened in playful alarm, and she quickly lifted off me, my cock slipping free with a wet schlick that made me groan in frustration. She grabbed her tank top from the floor, yanking it over her head just as Mia entered the living room, phone in hand and keys jingling.
'Hey, change of plans,' Mia announced, oblivious to the charged atmosphere. She glanced between us, me hastily zipping up my jeans, Sohyun smoothing her hair with a casual smile. 'My boss just called. Emergency shift at the hospital tonight. It's an overnight thing, so I'll be gone till morning. Sohyun, you cool crashing here? I don't want to leave my little bro all alone.'
Sohyun's grin was innocent, but her eyes locked onto mine with a spark of heat. 'Of course, Mia. I'll keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble.' She winked at me subtly, her foot nudging my calf under the pretense of adjusting her position on the couch.
Mia rolled her eyes. 'Good luck with that. He's been moping all day.' She grabbed her bag from the hook by the door, slinging it over her shoulder. 'Pizza should be here soon. Eat something, both of you. And no raiding my snacks!' With a quick hug to Sohyun and a ruffle of my hair, she was out the door, the lock clicking behind her. The house fell silent, save for the distant hum of the fridge.
Sohyun waited a beat, then burst into soft laughter, turning to me with arms outstretched. 'Alone at last, baby. Now, where were we?' She pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth with renewed hunger, tasting of our shared arousal. Her hands roamed freely now, no fear of interruption, slipping under my shirt to rake nails lightly down my back.
I kissed her back fiercely, hands cupping her ass through her shorts, squeezing the firm cheeks. 'Mommy, please... I need to finish what we started.' My voice came out whiny, needy, and she ate it up, moaning approval into the kiss.
'Oh, my poor thing. So desperate for Mommy's pussy.' She broke away, standing and tugging me up with her. 'But first, let's get comfortable. Upstairs, in your room. Mia's bed is too neat for what I have in mind.' Her tone was teasing, fluffy, but the way she gripped my hand led me with purpose up the stairs, her hips swaying hypnotically.
My room was a mess with clothes strewn about, posters peeling from the walls—but Sohyun didn't care. She pushed me onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight, and stripped off her top again, letting her tits spill out. They swayed heavily as she hooked her thumbs into her shorts, shimmying them down her legs along with her panties. Naked now, she was a vision: curvy hips, toned thighs, and that shaved mound glistening with her juices.
'Your turn,' she commanded softly, climbing onto the bed to straddle my waist. Her breasts dangled above me, nipples brushing my chest as she leaned down to unbutton my jeans once more. I helped, kicking them off along with my boxers and shirt, leaving us both bare. My cock stood rigid, veins pulsing, the tip slick from her earlier attentions.
Sohyun licked her lips, settling between my legs on her knees. 'Mommy's going to take such good care of this.' She wrapped her hand around my shaft, her palm warm and soft, starting a slow handjob that had me arching off the bed. Her grip was perfect, firm at the base, loosening toward the head and twisting slightly on each upstroke to spread the pre-cum leaking steadily.
'Fuck, that feels amazing,' I gasped, watching her huge breasts bounce gently with the motion of her arm. She smiled down at me, eyes full of adoration, leaning in to kiss the inside of my thigh while she pumped me.
'You're so responsive, baby. Look how your cock throbs in Mommy's hand.' She sped up a fraction, her thumb pressing into the sensitive underside, making stars burst behind my eyelids. But she slowed again before I could get too close, releasing me to crawl up my body. 'Not yet. Mommy wants to feel you between her tits first.'
She positioned herself higher, her breasts enveloping my cock as she pressed them together with her arms. The soft, warm flesh swallowed me whole, the valley between them slick from her saliva as she spat down to lubricate. 'Slide for me, sweetie. Fuck Mommy's big tits.'
I thrust up experimentally, the friction incredible as her velvety skin glided over my length, her nipples hardening further as they rubbed against each other. Sohyun rocked with me, matching my rhythm, her tongue darting out to lick the tip each time it emerged from her cleavage. 'Mmm, taste so good. Keep going, harder.'
The sight was obscene and intoxicating: her massive breasts jiggling around my cock, flushed pink from the pressure, while she cooed encouragements. 'That's it, baby boy. Use them. Mommy loves feeling your hard dick trapped like this.' I gripped her shoulders for leverage, pumping faster, the wet sounds filling the room alongside her moans.
Sweat slicked our skin, and she released one breast to fondle my balls, rolling them gently in her palm. The added sensation pushed me closer, my hips bucking wildly. 'Mommy... gonna cum...' But she stopped, squeezing the base to hold me back, her laugh breathy and affectionate.
She shifted down, her tits dragging along my body, leaving trails of warmth. Without preamble, she engulfed my cock in her hot mouth, sucking deeply. Her lips sealed around me, tongue swirling the head as she bobbed, taking more with each descent. I watched her cheeks hollow, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, coating my shaft and balls.
She hummed around me, the vibration buzzing through my core, while one hand stroked what she couldn't fit, her fist twisting in tandem with her sucks. The other hand teased lower, a finger circling my asshole lightly, adding a forbidden thrill. 'God, Mommy's blowjob is the best,' I panted, fingers weaving into her hair, not pushing but guiding.
Sohyun pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my tip. 'Only for my special boy.' She dove back in, deepthroating me now, her throat constricting around the head as she gagged softly but persisted. Tears pricked her eyes from the effort, but she looked up at me with pure devotion, her free hand pinching her own nipple for added pleasure.
I was lost in the sensation, the wet slurps and her muffled moans driving me insane. But she sensed my impending release, popping off again and climbing up to straddle my face. 'Taste Mommy first. Make me cum on your tongue.'
Her pussy hovered above my mouth, lips puffy and dripping. I grabbed her thighs, pulling her down, my tongue plunging into her folds. She was tangy-sweet, arousal flooding my mouth as I lapped at her clit, sucking the swollen nub. Sohyun ground against my face, her tits swaying above, hands braced on the headboard.
'Yes, eat Mommy's pussy, baby. So good with that mouth.' She rode my tongue, smearing her juices across my cheeks, her moans escalating. I flicked and sucked, inserting two fingers to curl inside her, hitting that spongy spot that made her walls flutter.
She came hard, body shuddering, a gush of wetness coating my chin as she cried out, 'Fuck, yes! My good boy!' Her orgasm rippled through her, thighs clamping my head.
Panting, she slid down my body, positioning her entrance over my cock. 'Now, fill Mommy up. Fuck me deep.' She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around my girth. We both groaned at the union, her heat so tight and welcoming.
Once seated fully, she started riding me, hips rolling in languid circles before lifting and slamming down. Her breasts bounced wildly, slapping against her chest, and I reached up to grab them, thumbs flicking the nipples. 'Harder, baby. Pound Mommy's cunt.'
I thrust up to meet her, our bodies slapping together, the bed creaking under us. Sweat poured off us, the room thick with the scent of sex. She leaned forward, tits smothering my face again, and I sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting gently as she bounced.
'You're so deep... hitting all the right spots,' she whimpered, her pace frantic now. One hand reached back to fondle my balls, the other rubbing her clit. The dual stimulation had her clenching rhythmically, milking my cock.
I flipped us suddenly, pinning her beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist. 'Gonna fuck you till you scream, Mommy.' I drove into her hard, each thrust bottoming out, my pubic bone grinding her clit. Her nails dug into my back, urging me on.
'Yes! Cum inside me, baby. Breed Mommy's pussy.' The words ignited something primal, and I hammered faster, balls tightening. She shattered first, her orgasm crashing over her, walls spasming as she wailed, tits jiggling with the force of her convulsions.
That pushed me over, and I buried deep, cock pulsing as I unloaded rope after rope of cum into her. The creampie filled her, hot and thick, some leaking out around my shaft as I kept thrusting through the aftershocks.
We collapsed together, her arms cradling me like a child, fluffy kisses peppering my forehead. 'Such a good boy. Mommy's so proud.' She held me close, our bodies sticky and sated, the night stretching ahead for more tender explorations.
But as we caught our breath, she whispered, 'Round two after a nap? Mommy's not done babying you yet.' I nodded, drifting in her embrace, the mix of sex and perfume filling my nose
We lay tangled in the sheets for what felt like hours, though it was probably just a short nap, my head pillowed on Sohyun's soft breasts, her fingers idly tracing patterns on my back. The room smelled of us, sweat, cum, and her sweet perfume and every breath reminded me of the bliss we'd just shared. Her heartbeat steadied under my cheek, a rhythmic lullaby that kept me drifting in and out of sleep.
Eventually, she stirred, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 'Mmm, baby, we should clean up. You're all sticky from Mommy's pussy.' Her voice was husky from sleep, but laced with that fluffy warmth that made my cock twitch despite the exhaustion. She sat up, her tits swaying as she stretched, then tugged me to my feet. 'Come on, shower time. I'll wash you .’
I followed her naked down the hall to the bathroom, watching her ass cheeks flex with each step. The house was quiet, Mia's absence a distant thought. Sohyun flicked on the light, the fluorescent hum breaking the silence, and twisted the shower knob. Steam began to billow as hot water cascaded from the wide showerhead, fogging the mirror almost instantly.
She stepped under the spray first, water sluicing over her curves, darkening her hair and making her skin glisten. Rivulets traced paths down her neck, over the swell of her breasts, dripping from her nipples like teasing beads. 'Get in here, sweetie. Mommy needs her helper.' She beckoned with a crooked finger, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I joined her, the heat enveloping me like an embrace. Water pounded my shoulders, washing away the remnants of our earlier mess. Sohyun grabbed the body wash from the shelf, squirting a generous amount into her palm. 'Turn around. Let me scrub you clean.' Her hands were gentle at first, lathering my back in slow circles, thumbs digging into tense muscles along my spine.
I leaned against the tiled wall, sighing as she worked lower, soaping my ass cheeks and sliding between them with a playful nudge. 'Such a cute butt. Mommy could bite it.' She nipped my shoulder lightly, then spun me to face her. Her breasts pressed against my chest, slick and slippery from the suds, as she washed my torso, fingers circling my nipples until they pebbled.
My cock hardened under her touch, rising toward her belly. She noticed immediately, her hand drifting down to wrap around it. 'Look at that. Already ready for more? Naughty boy.' She started a slow handjob, her grip soapy and smooth, sliding from root to tip with deliberate strokes. The water made everything glide effortlessly, her palm twisting at the head to rub the sensitive frenulum.
'Feels good, doesn't it? Mommy's hand making your cock all shiny.' She pumped faster, her other hand cupping my balls, rolling them in the warm water. I groaned, hips bucking into her fist, the steam thickening the air around us. Her tits bounced slightly with the motion, water splashing off them onto my thighs.
But she didn't let me finish there. Releasing me, she dropped to her knees on the shower mat, the water flattening her hair against her scalp. 'Time for Mommy's mouth again.' She leaned in, licking a stripe up my shaft, tasting the mix of soap and pre-cum. Then she sucked the head into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, taking half my length with ease.
Her tongue swirled relentlessly, pressing flat against the underside while she hummed, the vibrations shooting straight to my core. One hand stroked the base, matching her sucks, while the other braced on my thigh, nails digging in just enough to sting. Water poured over us, streaming down her face, but she didn't falter, gagging softly as she pushed deeper, her throat opening to swallow more.
I threaded fingers through her wet hair, holding gently as she deepthroated me, nose brushing my pubes. 'Fuck, Mommy... your blowjob is incredible.' She pulled back, gasping, strings of saliva mixing with the shower spray, then dove again, faster now, her head twisting side to side for added friction.
The heat, the water, her relentless mouth, it was overwhelming. My balls drew up, but she sensed it, popping off with a wet smack. 'Not yet, baby. Mommy wants you inside her first.' She stood, turning to brace her hands on the wall, arching her back to present her ass. 'Fuck me right here. Make Mommy cum under the water.'
Her pussy lips were swollen, pink from our previous round, and dripping more than the shower could account for. I gripped her hips, aligning my cock and thrusting in one smooth motion. She was still slick with my earlier cum, making the slide easy, her walls hugging me tight.
'Yes! Pound Mommy's cunt hard.' She pushed back, meeting my thrusts, the slap of wet skin echoing off the tiles. Water cascaded down her back, pooling at our joined bodies. I reached around to rub her clit, fingers slipping over the nub in tight circles, feeling it throb under my touch.
Sohyun moaned loudly, her voice carrying over the rush of water. 'Deeper, sweetie. Fill me up again.' I obliged, slamming forward, my cock bottoming out against her cervix. Her tits swung freely, nipples grazing the cool wall, and she twisted to kiss me over her shoulder, tongue tangling messily.
I pinched her nipple with my free hand, rolling it between fingers, drawing a whimper from her. 'You like that? Mommy's big tits getting played with while I fuck you?' She nodded frantically, her pussy clenching in response, milking my shaft with rhythmic squeezes.
We shifted positions, her leg hooking over my arm to open her wider. The angle let me grind deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her legs shake. 'Oh god, right there! Don't stop, baby boy.' Her hand covered mine on her clit, guiding me to press harder, faster.
Sweat and water mingled on our skin, the steam making the air heavy and intimate. I felt her building, her breaths coming in pants, body tensing. 'Cum for me, Mommy. Squeeze my cock.' That did it, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, walls fluttering wildly as she cried out, juices squirting around my pistoning cock.
The sensation pulled me under too. 'Gonna breed you again!' I buried deep, hips jerking as I pumped hot spurts into her, filling her pussy once more. Cum leaked out, mixing with the shower water and swirling down the drain. We stayed connected, rocking gently through the aftershocks, her soft sobs of pleasure echoing.
Finally, I pulled out a thick glob of semen dripping from her folds. Sohyun turned, pulling me into a hug under the spray, her breasts squishing against me. 'Such a perfect boy. Mommy loves you so much.' She kissed me tenderly, while washing us both with the last of the soap.
We toweled off in the bathroom, her drying my hair with gentle pats, treating me like her precious charge. Back in my room, we slipped under clean sheets, her body curling around mine spoon-style, one arm draped over my waist, hand resting possessively on my softening cock.'That was amazing, baby. Best night ever,' she murmured into my neck, her breath warm. I nodded, content, as sleep claimed us again.
Morning light filtered through the curtains when I woke, Sohyun already stirring, her smile bright as she pecked my lips. 'Morning, sleepyhead. Mia will be home soon, but we have time for breakfast.' She slipped on one of my t-shirts, the fabric stretching over her chest, and led me downstairs. We ate pancakes she whipped up, her feeding me bites with fluffy giggles, the domesticity blending seamlessly with the night's passion.
As we heard Mia's car pull up, Sohyun squeezed my hand under the table. 'This isn't goodbye, sweetie. Mommy will be back for more playdates.' Her wink promised endless adventures, leaving me buzzing with anticipation. The door opened, Mia calling out a hello, none the wiser. Life resumed, but with a secret spark that changed everything.
"Let Me Be The One" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 29
ft. Viviz' Hwang Eunbi / SinB (x Male Reader)
WORD COUNT: 2407
NOTE: We're down to LAST 1 SMUT FIC before I depart from writing.
REQUESTED BY : @purplego
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DESCRIPTION: SinB has been feeling down lately about herself during their world tour. You came up with a solution to boost her self-esteem.
=== START ===
Viviz just finished their last concert in North America. They only have three days left to move into another continent and start touring there in the confirmed cities on their world tour’s lineup.
Just like what they did in other cities, they woke up early to walk around the streets and check out some places to visit and shop while being eyed by their managers for safety. During their exploration, they encountered some fans of theirs passing by.
They requested for a picture and they kindly accepted, with a bit of strict security from the managers to let the fans know how to respect boundaries. As they got the pictures they wanted, they left the girls at peace to continue their walk together.
Not long after, there were some instances that they notice some men they came across onto, had their eyes set at the girls for long before they’re now behind the girls. The girls could only smile in return at those men, feeling shy for getting stared on without having any clear ideas.
They were enjoying the recognition they’re getting, but not all of them. Although she knows that somehow Viviz is recognized in the Western, there’s just something wrong about it, and she knows it very well because it’s in front of her sight all along.
The girls were chatting together while waiting for their ordered foods, recapping some of the best moments they’ve during the concert and out. Once you took out your attention at your phone shortly, you observed something strange at one of them.
It continued even while they ate until Eunha finally noticed it. “Sin, you good?” She asked because compared to them, her plate still has more food. The mentioned girl was taken aback hearing her name got called.
“Hmm? Y-yeah, I’m good. I think I’m just not feeling well.” She reasoned.
“Oh, do you want us to go back now so that you can rest?” Umji recommended. SinB nodded at that option. They all then returned from their hotel rooms. You knocked at SinB’s room and then she opened it when she found out that it’s you.
As she lets you in, it’s very obvious that she has now unmasked her whole gloomy demeanor that she’s been holding back a little from her fellow members now that she’s alone. That helped you to confirm your thoughts that she does indeed doesn’t seem okay and you’re here to figure out why.
You backhugged SinB without any hesitation once both of you reached this huge glass pane that presents the overview of the city’s landscape. She held your hand and stared at the scenery outside in melancholy.
“What made you act like this? You’ve been so quiet earlier.” You asked her, checking up on her not as a manager this time, but as her caring boyfriend.
“I’m just… feeling insecure of myself.” SinB admitted what the burden is.
“How come?” You asked, turning her around so that both of you could see your faces. SinB laid her face on your chest.
“I just keep noticing these days that Eunha and Umji is capturing lots of attention from the fans. Whether from social media, the fanmeet, the concert. I thought to myself, maybe I’m just paranoid. But then earlier while we were roaming on the streets, I could spot some guys eyeing Eunha and Umji and when I looked at them… not once did I saw them lay their eyes on me.” SinB explained.
“But I don’t mean I wanted to have their eyes on me and probably get flirted with in their minds. I just… understood at that moment that there might be something wrong with me.” she added as a reminder that she’s being mindful of you being her boyfriend in the fear of making your mood change instead after hearing that suspicious claim.
“So you think you don’t look… as captivating as them currently?” She nodded.
“I’m scared, YN. That’s why I called you here because I want you to be honest about this questions I have in my mind after all that. Am I being left behind? Did I went low from their standards?”
“Sin, you doubt me?” You asked her. She went speechless, worry crept up on her face. “I-I’m sorry…”
“No, I’m not mad, stay calm. I just… find that to be a ridiculous guess that even me would think the same as them. You want me to be honest?” SinB stared at you, waiting for your answer. “No matter if you put yourself in makeup or not, the result is still the same. You’re beautiful and excellent to my eyes, always has been.” That began to broke SinB’s emotions.
“And it hurts me seeing you like this being so rash to yourself about something that… not primarily the main reason why I liked you and wanted you to be my girlfriend when we first met. That’s just a bonus, but since you lack the appreciation that you deserve, let me be one to guide you through everything that makes you special to me.”
“Please, YN. Please do it.” She begged as she started to cry in your embrace. “I want you to help me find again what I am missing.”
Both of you kissed with pure passion. You cupped SinB as your lips danced together, locked as if nobody wanted to break free from this act of love you two have for each other, but you had to. If you had to overwhelm her with praises by making her see and hear it just to be enlightened again, then so be it.
“Do you know how much I love having your lips on mine?” You flicked her lower lip and feel its plumpness. “It gets sweet when I taste you, makes me learn how strong your love is for me. But do you know where I must believe you so?”
You brushed her eyelashes, making her eyes flicker at you which had you almost breathtaken by it. “There. In your eyes. Whenever you look at me by those is like a reflection to myself inside your heart that… It's what it only wants to find despite seeing a lot of people around. Just like right now, you went looking for me and I knew I had to be there because you need me. The eyes never lie, they say."
Her eyes became watery, she was frowning at how poorly she has been treating herself. "I see you almost crying, just let it out and I’ll turn them from sorrow to joy again.”
“God I love you so much.” SinB rubbed your hand. “I love your way of words, but can you do more?”
“Just tell me baby. I’ll do it for you.”
“I want to feel you. Use your touch, make me feel that I’m enough at who I am.”
“Say less.” You kissed her again on her lips and travelled down to her cheek, to her jaw, and to her exposed neck, smelling her fragrant smell thanks to her expensive perfume. SinB moaned at your intimacy, exactly what she’s expecting to have from you.
You undressed her from her shirt and including yours. Both are now topless as you continued worshipping her body with your lips.
“Your skin is so soft… so smooth. I want to touch you often. It makes you fragile, need a lot of care and protection.” You said as you proceeded to shower kisses on her chest.
Your eyes then landed on her cleavage. Unhooking her bra, you opened the cups and slid them on her arm, revealing her breasts hanging proudly above her ribcage. They’re just the right size for your entertainment. “And look at these wonderful tits that I love sucking whenever I get the chance, just like today, right baby?”
“Taste them, they’re all yours. Don’t bother to ask, YN. I’m only yours.”
“Perfect.” You licked your lips before latching on her left nipple. You nibbled at the hardened bud then rotated your tongue around the circumference of her areolas before moving to the other side, with your hand being the replacement to keep it attended. SinB could only revel in the relaxing feeling of your mouth doing its gods work on her body.
“Lets keep moving forward. Oh, please don’t you dare tell me you may be thinking you’re getting fat.” You said as you kneel, now looking at her stomach. SinB didn’t reply and just avoided your gaze. You shook your head in disbelief.
“Really, Sin. You gotta stop being so harsh to yourself. Negativity’s making you convinced of something that is false. I could still see your abs down here. And even if you gain weight or not, it won’t change the fact that it’s still you that I courted to be my girlfriend and surely someday that I will marry to be my wife.” Those sentence had SinB losing it, her tears dripped on her cheeks as she hits you without any damage.
“Damn it, YN. I really couldn’t wait for our wedding.”
“You just have to wait more, you still have your idol contract on. I will stay and wait for you, so don’t think I’ll be impatient. The future of my life revolves around you so I can’t.”
SinB watches through the reflection on the mirror how her boyfriend was marvelling at her body. You dragged her pants down, her panty covered bottom exposed in the air.
“Oh these thighs are worth dying for.” You clicked your tongue before grabbing the fleshy part. You massaged them, sinking your fingers to her skin as you crawl them upwards until you reach her ass to grope them with your full hands.
You spun her around and removed her panty slowly, revealing the crack and the bare curve of her butt. You kissed the globes before slapping them in pure instinct. “Yup, I have to see this fat ass of yours wobbling on my cock. Get on the couch, baby.” You stood up quickly and led her to the edge of the couch like you want her to be. She was bent there as you start to take off your pants to yank your erect cock out.
SinB felt her asshole getting a rimjob by you to put some spit lube on it while you rub your face all over her ass. All set to go, you pointed your cock at the ring muscle and slowly stabbed it as SinB mewled at the feeling.
Now balls deep to her ass, you started thrusting with buildup. What a sight to behold watching your girlfriend in a doggystyle position while her ass flawlessly swallows your cock whole as it jiggles at the impact of your crotch colliding at her.
You couldn’t help but to slap that ass, earning a yelp from SinB. “Mmm fuck yeah this is what I’m talking about. You’re just not fine enough, Sin. You’re fucking perfect.” SinB grinned despite having a lewd expression as she savors your cock penetrating her hole so good.
The way her ass grips your cock so tight pumping you as you keep on pounding her back and forth makes your balls triggered for the impending surge of your orgasm. “Uhhh hmmm ugh Sin, I’m gonna bust… I’m so close.” You alerted her as your crotch gets this tightening sensation whenever its close to reach the finish line.
A deep insertion of your cock into her ass, you poured a lot of your warm seed inside, flooding her anus white. Your balls shuddered at the intense orgasm you have let loose before you slid away from her, leaving her bent with her freshly fucked hole gaped open with your cum.
After giving her enough time to rest, you grabbed her and stand her up. “Wanna go for one more?” You asked her. Sin permitted with a quick kiss before you arranged yourselves into the next position.
You sat first on the couch then had her back facing you and had her sit next on your lap with your cock now standing ready to penetrate her next hole as she sank down.
Both of you moan at the connection, her tight inner walls rubbing into your shaft so slick. Once your entire length is snugged into her snatch, you began lifting SinB and then slam her down to your cock.
Your hand sneaked to her boobs with the other on her waist to use it for support and control of your girlfriend. Listening to SinB moaning and whimpering just like when she sings is music to your ears. “You feel so freaking good wrapping my cock like this and swallowing it like how accustomed my shape is already on your pussy.”
“Hngghh hah ooh well y-your cock is amazing… ngh, that’s why.”
“So as your pussy too, babe. I could tell how very compatible our bodies together.” You said as you move your hips to fuck her more. SinB whined as she felt your fingers stimulating her clit, rubbing and flicking them teasefully.
“That’s perfect, I’m about to cum as well. Come on… cum for me, Sin. Join me with it.” You speed up the process, SinB became a moaning mess of a girlfriend on your lap.
A final stroke of your cock into her pussy, she shrieked at the strong release of her squirt and your cum simultaneously. "Yeah just like that, let me hear that godsent voice. Get loud and be heard for me." You encouraged while she takes her time grinding her hips fluidly.
SinB was unplugged from your cock, and there goes your cum leaking out from her. Both of you laid together on the couch as she cuddled closer.
“How is it? Did you like it?”
“It’s always incredible when we do it and today’s usual. Thank you for comforting me.” You smiled at her in return.
“I’m so grateful to have a man like you, YN. I love you everyday.
“And I love you forever, Sin. If you have a problem, just let me know anytime okay? But it’s better not to have this again. Will you start being kinder to yourself?”
She nodded. “You’re right. As long as I am loved and supported by the fans and you, I should continue to be confident in showing myself.” You proudly smiled at her and held her securely in your arms.
Author's note: So excited to write another long fic collab, this time with the lovely @ducktoo, he is such an amazing writer and it was an honor to write him, make sure to check his own blogs because he is basically one of the fronts of the fluff renaissance
Ducktoo's note: Seoyeon is patootie. Stan tripleS and Stan leafo.
Thanks to @erospandemos for beta reading and with that, we both hope you will enjoy this fic
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“Dont get me wrong, you seem like a great guy but this date kind of felt…bland”
It repeated nonstop in your head like a mantra. You were certain that you acted normal. Dressed smart casual. Nice perfume. Minty breath. You two were having steak for dinner, and the vibe was quite nice.
And yet. The word "bland" hits you harder than you ever thought.
You kept thinking back to it as you glanced up at the clock. 11pm (yikes). And you're not even sure why you stayed here at the bar next door.
Maybe it was the dim lights — sometimes alight and sometimes half-dead hanging over the counter, flickering every once in a while like they were just as dead as you are. Or maybe it was the bartender's silent pity at each glance. But honestly, nothing beats the sting of being called boring repetitively by each date as they walked out halfway through dinner.
"Tsk…fuck this" you muttered under your breath, swirling what was left of your whiskey. The ice clinked against the glass like it was mocking you.
"…you look like someone who just got rejected by a date." A voice piped up from your left.
You didn't even bother to look. "Yeah, well maybe I am."
That certainly hits her humour, judging by that low, amused sound. "Yikes. Self-awareness. You don't see that often at this hour."
You finally turned your head and there she was. Blonde hair. Hoodie two sizes too big. A can of beer in one hand and a bowl of peanuts. Well, her cheeks were the most puffy you have ever seen, but the main point is that she looked far too relaxed for someone sitting in a half-empty bar at midnight.
"…do I know you from somewhere?"
"Don't think so." She replied. "But it was more interesting here than staring at the spider web at the corner, so I figured why not give you some decent company?"
You stared at her. "…I'm good."
"Sure, buddy." She replied immediately, grinning as she slid onto the stool beside you, pushing the bowl of peanuts between you two. "You don't say good when you down that whiskey at midnight."
You tried to search through your tired brain for a comeback. Nothing came out. "…I'm sure I'm fine."
"Of course, I can see it in your eyes." She popped a peanut to her mouth, even without saying anything you can feel like she is mocking you. "So, what's the tea? Girl trouble? Job crisis? Being kicked back to Iron 1?"
You sighed. "Date trouble. She left. Said I was too boring."
Her eyes lit up like she'd found something fun. "Oh wow, interesting. A ‘too honest to the face’ breakup. Poor you."
"Well, it's not really a breakup. More like an early escape." you admit.
"Gosh, extra brutal." She laughed as she popped another peanut to her mouth. "Let me guess, first date?"
"Third, actually." You exhaled. "…which is far worse."
"Because it means she really tried?"
You squinted your eyes at her. "Do you always psychoanalyse strangers in bars?"
"Ehh…only the interesting ones." She sipped her beer. "Beats staring at the web."
You unexpectedly huffed a short laugh. "You must have a lot of free time, huh?"
"Wayy too much," she mocked. "What did you even do, buddy? Talk about stocks? How is mitochondria the powerhouse of the cell?"
"I said that I didn't believe in love."
A second of silence, and then she starts laughing followed by a little slam of her fist on the mahogany, you can tell she tries her best not to make a scene. She fails. “Okay… you just turned from interesting to really interesting” she says, taking a deep sigh after letting her laughter go away. “Okay then, tell me about this ‘I don't believe in love’ theory you got there…” she leans closer, her chin finds its rest on her palms as she looks at you with a bit too much curiosity, as if you just said to her that the world is a triangle.
“Doesnt really feel like a theory when five dates in a row i get the ‘I just don't see the spark between us’ text after a date, or it just goes straight to the ghost zone”
“Maybe it's because of your negative mentality? I don't know, just throwing out a guess” another peanut in her mouth.
“I’m not negative, I am just realistic about my situation” you explain.
“Yeah, it's realistic that you are a negative nancy,” she finished. "But honestly, if I were her, I'd have left too."
You frowned. "One, rude. And two, you don't even know me."
"I don't have to." She tilted her head. "You exude this pessimistic aura that I can sense from the corner of the room. I bet you're one of those guys that say he doesn't believe in love but still listens to sad ballads when he's drunk."
You ignored that playlist of songs she just called you out for on your phone. "…Okay, first of all, I don't –"
And she cuts in. "Bet your playlist is named something like 'Fuck Love but I still fucking miss you'?"
You rubbed your temple, unsure if it was because of the alcohol or it was her. "…has anyone ever told you that you are really nosy?"
"No, but I bet everyone tells you that you're quite predictable. Mr. Moody." She shot back. "Anyway, I'm sure that your next date will go better."
"I wish." You breathed, voice a bit quieter and tired. "At this point, I'm certain that people fall in love with the idea of someone, not the actual person. And then they wake up one day and realise they were just in love with how it felt to be wanted."
She was quiet for a moment. Then she let out this tiny, almost mischievous chuckle. "That…is the saddest thing I have ever heard."
"I'm so delighted that I'm your entertainment tonight." You deadpanned.
"But…" She chugged the remainder of her pint, as if she was pumping herself for some grand announcement. "…you are wrong, one hundred percent.”
It is ridiculous to argue with a random girl in a bar, but the inner you decides to challenge her, starting with the trigger: “Okay, prove it then”
“Sure, let's bet on it then” she retorts, her voice full of confidence.
You raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah." She straightened up (or tried to. She just downed a pint, after all). "I'll make you fall in love with me."
One second. And then two. And then you had to hold your laugh. "What?"
"...in the span of 24 hours. Starting at 12 AM today, which is ...in about 4 minutes" Her tone was deadly serious for someone who (allegedly) is drunk. “I will make you say ‘I love you’, what do you say?”
You were aware that you just had whiskey, but surely no way in your life you would make a statement like that. Even with liquid courage. "…Are you serious?"
"Oh yes. absolutely" She roared, standing up and slammed down a few bills on the counter. "You think love's dead? Fine, let's resurrect it."
"Are you drunk?" You stood up with her, hand scratching the side of your head from confusion
"Probably, but I know I'm not wrong." She responded, hand now reaching toward you. “So what do you say, are you in?”
Alrighty. Let’s assess this situation: this random girl (which by the way you don't even know) came to you, mocked you about your love life and now she wants to bet that she can make you fall in love with her in 24 hours. This can't be real, it has to be a prank. Has to be.
However, as much as you want to just laugh and walk away to just crash at your place and forget that shitshow of a date, a small part of you wants to take this challenge, prove that this nativity of hers doesn't have a place in the real world.
Besides, it's not like this would totally waste your time. Right?
…Right?
“What happens if you fail?” You ask in a curious tone.
“I won't bother you ever again, and you will prove that maybe this mindset of yours is actually correct…well, in your case at least,” she states, no sign of uncertainty in your voice, it's as if she knows she will win. “Besides, I highly doubt you have anything better to do, besides crying about GenG missing the finals again”
“Ok, I don’t cry just because an E-sport team is missing the–.” Before you could fully finish your opinion, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you with her out of the bar. “Wait— I haven’t pay–”
“I already paid your share. And that’s enough depression for one night, mister.”
The cold air smacked your face awake as she pulled you through the bar and into the street. You stumbled after her, double–no, triple guessing if she was being actually serious.
“You are one insane girl.”
“Mhm.” She hummed, waving down a taxi as casual as another night. “Yet you are still coming with me.”
“Why would I do that? I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
She opened the door and turned to you with a wide grin. “Well, you could’ve pushed me away by now. Or any other instances back inside. So I take that as an agreement.”
She wasn’t wrong.
And for that reason alone, you got inside the car. The ride was quiet, mainly because the alcohol was definitely taking its effect. The taxi started rolling, street lights streaking past the windows as the city was deep in its slumber. You, however, barely had time to even breathe before she turned to you with eyes wide and alive.
You thought the job interviews were tough, but this was even more draining. She started barraging you with standard questions. “What’s your name?” “What do you do for work?” “How old are you?” But then the question starts being more nosy. “Favourite food?” “Favourite movie?” “Did you cry while watching Your Name?”
You ran out of breath after answering every single question of hers that you forgot a crucial detail. “...You didn’t even tell me your name.”
“Oh. oops.” She turned her head, acting as if she didn’t forget about that part too. Instead, she gave out a lazy yet confident smile. “Seoyeon. Yoon Seoyeon.”
You exhaled, leaning back against the seat. “Well, you are something, Yoon Seoyeon.”
“Don’t fall for me too fast then.” She turned away to look at her phone. 12 am. Midnight. “We got 24 hours to kill.”
-
The taxi stops somewhere that definitely is not romantic.
No skyline view, no fancy steaks, no modernist decor and interior. Just the good old dull flicker of a 24-hour convenience store sign, buzzing like it’s barely hanging on.
You look out the window, and then back at her. “...We could’ve gone to a family restaurant.”
“We could.” Seoyeon chuckled, already paying the driver. “But at least here there won’t be nosy people peeping our very deep ranting.”
Before you can protest, she already hopped out of the car. You sighed, reluctantly following her into the store. The door’s chime greeting you like an old friend that was the last person you want to see right now. The damn LED lights are way too bright, casting everything in that sterile glow that makes you wonder at which part of this trip you should’ve run. You yawned as the clock ticked in the background. 12:30 am.
Regardless of your mood, Seoyeon already beelined straight to the instant ramen aisle. “Alright, boring boy!” She calls out. “Do you want Neoguri, Shin, or Buldak?”
You just grabbed one without paying attention. “This one.”
“...X2 Buldak?” Her tone impressed. “Wow, must’ve been a terrible day then.”
“You don’t say.”
The cashier gives the two of you a tired look as Seoyeon pays for both cups (She ended up with a normal Buldak) and a pair of small milk boxes. And then she leads you outside (after cooking the noodles, duh), where she promptly sits down on the curb like it was a five-star restaurant. You hesitate for a second, both hands full of the noodle cup and milk box, before sitting beside her.
Steam rises from the cup as you both stir the noodles in silence for a bit. Wild situation, you tell yourself, midnight ramen on a curb with a girl (quite pretty, now that you feel sober) who promptly kidnapped you from a bar. But the air was cool, the city continued its slumber, and the night didn't feel that heavy.
This sounds a whole lot like a date.
Seoyeon takes the first bite and lets out an exaggerated groan. “Mmph! Who made this?!” She pointed to the cup in a weirdly comedic manner.
“...It’s just buldak.” You blew your noodle before slurping it, the chemical spice immediately kicks in.
“At least it has flavours compared to those high end places.”
Well, she ain’t wrong. “Ok. You got a point.” You muffled the noodles and spices stuffed in your mouth.
“Woah, that's the first point you agreed with me.” She points the chopsticks at you. “Guess I am doing something right then.”
You chuckled under your breath, finally swallowing that (admittingly satisfying) bite. “Fine, fine.”
She takes another bite, then looks over at you. “Anyway, tell me something, boring boy. When did you decide it was all fake?”
You paused mid-your-second-slurp. “Wow, straight to the point huh.”
“Time’s ticking, remember?” She tapped on the invisible wristwatch. “Twenty four hours.”
You sighed. “Well…unsure, actually. Maybe after being called boring too many times and watching people jumping from one person after another like a game. I’m certain that they just want comfort until it gets inconvenient.”
“Damn.” She mutters, looking up at the lamp post. “That is so depressing.”
“It’s realistic though,” You countered. “Love’s basically just…convenience with better lighting.”
She turned back to you, studying your features. “Now you sound even MORE like someone who got ghosted multiple times.”
That constitutes a side eye from you. “...weirdly specific.”
“Hey,” She elbowed you. “We both know I’m observant at this point.”
“I suppose so.” You put down the wooden chopsticks to the cup. “What about you? What’s your take on love?”
She took another bite (a big one, as if she was amping herself up for the quote of the year) then, with a quieter tone, said: “I don’t believe in love either.”
That is ‘quote-of-the-year’ enough, because damn. “You don’t?!”
“Not the movie kind, you know?” She took a deep breath. “I think people meet the right ones, though. The ones who make things feel…lighter, comfortable. Doesn’t have to be forever, maybe, but enough that it matters. That’s all it really is.”
…Wow.
You finally took a good look at her. The lone streetlight painted her face in soft warm white hues, a few blonde stray hairs escaping her bun, and the glint of tired honesty in her eyes (or she was just drowsy). Something felt unreasonably real in that moment, and it threw you off that it came from this stranger who, just an hour ago, was very chirpy and…honestly, a ball of sunshine.
“...not a bad way to see it, actually.”
She grinned, breaking the weight of her own words. “See? I’m not just a pretty face.”
“Eh, debatable.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said it was relatable.”
“You are such a fucking liar.” She laughed, poking your arm with her (dirty) chopsticks.
“Oh m– don’t poke me with that!” You groaned. “Where are your manners? The heck.”
“And yet,” She leaned in. “You haven’t walked away yet.”
Why would you when this has been far more interesting than the past 5 dates you have been in? Wait shouldn't you be against this?
By the time you two finished eating, the night had gone far quieter. The wind carried a faint chill now, brushing past the empty street like a sigh. You finally stood up, stretching your back, and fished out your phone. 3:02 am.
Wow, time flies when you are having fun.
“Guess I should head home.” You exhaled.
“Where do you live?”
“Uhh…” You checked the map on your phone. “Ten minutes from here.”
She got up, brushing her noodle cup aside. “I’ll walk you home, boring boy.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Please.” She already took a few steps forward. “If I let you wander alone, that’s bad PR for the challenge.”
“That you started by yourself…” You rolled your eyes but followed anyway. The two of you walked in silence for a while, accompanied by the soft crunch of gravel under your shoes, and her humming something under her breath (whatever it was, her voice was making it better).
When you two finally stopped in front of your apartment, she looked at you with that same (admittingly charming) stupid grin.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow…boyfriend.”
You blinked, ignoring how palpitating your heart got. “W-what?”
“Don’t forget, the clock’s still ticking.” She chuckled, taking a few steps backward down the street. “But if you start missing me before tomorrow morning, just say that I won, okay?”
You laughed under your breath, shaking your head. “What did I get myself into…?”
She waved lazily, her silhouette fading into the quiet glow of the streetlights. “You’re laughing already. That’s three hours in. Good night, boring boy.”
You just stood there in front of your door for a while, staring at the empty street, the faint smell of Buldak still clinging to your clothes. But for some reason, you couldn’t stop smiling either.
-
You can't tell how much time has passed since you crashed on your bed, now being woken up by the oh-so-serene sounds of loud knocks, coming from outside your apartment. You reach your hand to check the time on your phone, 6 AM.
Fucking hell.
“Who even knocks this loudly this early?” You groaned, slowly managing to get out of the bed, the knocks are still insistent as you head toward the noise and as you open the door, you are met by non other than Yoon Seoyeon
You know, you only met her like 3 hours ago, but you had a feeling she would do something like this.
Gone was the casual hoodie with her hair bundled up in a bun you remembered last night. Now she has this flowy white sundress that goes all the way down to her knees, fluttering slightly with the hallway breeze, her blonde hair loose and wavy. Maybe it was the waffling smell of tomato and fresh vegetables, but you followed the smell through your nose down to the huge basket that is certainly half her height in her hand.
“Morning, did you sleep well?” Seoyeon asks, her tone is as cheerful as she is, annoyingly cheerful if you have to add.
“...we just met like 3 hours ago.”
“So you remembered me. Good sign.” She beamed, maybe too bright for still at the break of dawn.
“I barely got any-” You were barely yawning your sluggish words out before she immediately cut you off.
“Good, get ready, we have a long day and…. I want to win this bet.” She states, giving you two small pats on your shoulder to help you fully wake up, only then she remembers her manners. “Oops, uh…Can I come in?”
You blink, twice. At this point, decency is out of the window, and you don't even want to argue with her so you just nod, moving aside to let her in while you are heading towards your bathroom. Half-grumbling, half-mumbling curses under your breath about over-enthusiastic girls and weirdly bad life choices.
While you were in there, Seoyeon hums softly as she sets the basket down on the counter, peeking curiously around your place like a cat. She crouches beside your small shelf, tilting her head at the stack of books, and then the empty energy drink cans that you forgot to clean up. (To be fair, you were expecting no one here at 6am).
“Boring Boy!” She calls out, her chirpy voice echoing through the space. “You live exactly like a young adult, dude!”
“Thanks, whatever.” You replied flatly behind the bathroom door. “Nicest insult I can get this early.”
The peace returned, but not for long until…
“You don’t lock your bathroom door?”
You choked on your toothpaste mid-brush. “What?”
“Just saying.” and you can swear you could FEEL the smugness coming from her tone. “That’s a bold move for a lonely guy.”
“Well, because I live alone…Jeez.”
You rinse, spit, and open the door a few minutes later, towel around your neck with your hair still damp. Seoyeon definitely got the memo “get yourself comfortable” literally, as she sat on your couch now without a damn, scrolling through the phone, and the basket of food sitting neatly beside her feet. She looks up the moment you walk to the couch, and her gaze flicks up once. From your face, to your collarbone, and then down to your half-buttoned shirt.
And this girl didn’t even try to hide her smile.
“...what now?” You narrowed your eyes.
“Nothing.” It was suspiciously quick. “Are you ready yet?”
“Yes, now I am ready to go” you sigh, finishing buttoning your shirt while you grab your phone, keys and the wallet from the desk before walking out the door with Seoyeon by your side.
“Great, I have a lot of plans for today, let's get going” she responds, already heading out of your complex with you behind her since you were busy locking your door.
Now the two of you are walking on the streets beside each other, the early morning greets you with silence. Although, you can feel her gaze on you every now and then, more specifically how her eyes kept on wandering downward.
“You work out?” her question was surprisingly shorter than usual, still refusing to look into your eyes.
“Uh yeah, sometimes, why?”
“Nothing, just curious” she responds quickly, finally snapping her gaze toward, suddenly on her face there was a cheeky grin as she adds in a playful. “Just…liking what i see~”
Nothing, yeah totally.
You raised an eyebrow. “You were totally checking me out, ma’am.”
“Please,” she scoffs with exaggerated offense. “It’s not like I was looking at your midriff or anything.”
“...well that is not creepy at all.”
“It’s only creepy if I was catcalling, am I?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“No, I am pretty sure it's creepy regardless” you state, matter-of-factly.
“You see? Thats why i am not catcalling, i am just smiling to myself and…getting excited, if you know what i mean, right?~” She adds in a playful tone as you mentally take note of the lack of filter Seoyeon seems to have.
“Nope, no idea, i will say though: it is kind of funny to walk around with toothpaste stains on the cheek”
She freezes. “Wait, huh?”
“Yeah.” You grin. “You’ve got one.”
“Where?”
You pointed at your own cheek. She immediately rubs hers with the back of her hand, checking her phone’s reflection…only to find nothing.
“You jackass.”
“Pff.” It was too funny to not laugh right there. “That’s what you get for being a perv.”
“I’m no– ugh.” She groaned, but there was no bite. ‘Let’s go, I’m hungry already.”
As you followed her (still grumpily walking) from behind, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how fun it is to tease this girl. Checking your phone, the screen reflects back to you. 6.30am.
Damn it. Only a fifth of the way in the challenge, and you are already beaming. And that realisation annoys you even more than all the chaos she caused.
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7 am. And the first thing you expected at this time is not by the sea, but knowing her: you should just start expecting the unexpected
By the time both of you reached the coastline, the city had only just begun to take up. The air smelled like salt and due, with the faintest trace of the ocean brushing against your face with every soft gust. The grey blue horizon begins to be painted by the golden glow of the sun, slowly coming up from the waves.
Seoyeon, as usual at this point, looked completely awake for someone who probably had less sleep than you. Her sandals made these light crunching sounds against the sand as she carried that massive basket like it weighed nothing.
You followed (too late to back out now), while letting out a wide yawn that your jaw might drop. “You do realise most people are still asleep right now, yea?”
“Yea, and most people are boring.” She countered without a beat.
“Huh. Can’t argue with that.”
She stopped near a flat stretch of sand and knelt down, setting the basket in front of her. “Perfect.” she declared, dusting her hands together.
You looked around the spot. Quiet beach, light breeze, the ocean murmuring in the background. Like a date. Maybe?
Well no shit Sherlock, it is a date. What challenge are you doing again?
“I’ll give you that.” You admitted. “Good choice.”
She looked up at you with that same grin (which lowkey has started to affect you). “See? I have taste.”
“...You also showed up at 6 in the morning to drag a guy you just met out of bed, so your credibility’s questionable.”
As usual, she ignored your banter, and was already fishing out stuff from the basket. A blanket, a thermos, two sandwiches wrapped in plastic wraps (which explains the tomato and fresh vegetable), and what looked like a freshly cut array of fruits in a plastic container.
What time did this girl really wake up to do all this?
“...that’s a lot you prepared.” You crouched beside her, finally noticing the flowery perfume on her shoulder.
“Of course.” She stated. “Can’t win a bet on an empty stomach.”
You finally sat fully. “You do realise that it’s my satisfaction you try to win, right?”
“It’s both, boring boy.” She took a huge bite out of her sandwich. “You falling in love with me will be much easier if you’re not hungry.”
You scoffed as you reached for your own sandwich. “...that doesn't really make sense…like at all”
“Just admit that you’re impressed with my prep, damn it.”
“Its better than any previous date’s prep, which in most cases is…non existent so you cleared this low bar, i guess” You sighed as you finally bit into your own. Toasted bread, egg, tomato, lettuce, cheese…and immediately regretted giving her any kind of validation. “Damn it… this is good.”
“Good?” She glared. “I woke up at five for this and this is all the compliments I get? Jeesus, where is the chivalry these days.”
It has been barely a day, and Seoyeon has officially moved up to be the date with the most complaints ever. But to be frank, it is quite funny, so you just replied with: “Fine. Really good.”
She beamed, leaning back on her hands, the sandwich on her laps. “Heh, you are not so hard to please after all.”
“Shut it.”
Afterwards, the two of you ate in relative silence. It wasn’t awkward, surprisingly enough. Just easy. The kind where the sounds of the sea and the occasional gawking of the seagull filled the space between every bite. At one point, you two chuckled as that said seagull kept on circling on one particular spot.
After finishing her sandwich, Seoyeon turned toward the horizon, eyes squinting slightly as the sun peeked over the waves even more. “You know…” She breathed. “I come here a lot.”
You glanced at her. “Why…?”
She shrugged. “It’s quiet. The sea doesn’t shit talk back. It’s just there.”
“You? Wanting quiet?”
“Hey, your first impression of me might be a loud and eccentric one, but even I can have a break.” She tossed the crumbled plastic wrap at your knee. “Don’t ruin my poetic moment, jackass.”
You took another bite, swallowing a laugh. “I’m just saying, it’s hard to imagine you sitting here alone after you pulled a kidnapping last night.”
“Say what you want.” She chuckled for a moment, before her expression softened slightly. “I like to watch the water when I feel…um, lost, I suppose.”
Her tone made you pause. It wasn’t the playful Seoyeon from the bar that grabbed you from your depressing thought, how her white dress fluttered slightly with the wind, and how her blonde hair looked so ethereal in the sunrise.
And before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “You are…weird, you know that?”
She blinked, then smiled, turning her head toward you. “Take one to know one…boring boyfriend.”
A strange silence followed afterward. Not awkward, actually, just one of those moments where you didn’t want to break and just let it sink in. Her hair swayed with the wind, and that faint smell of her shampoo mingling with the salt in the air. You two caught each other’s gaze once, briefly, then quickly looked away. Not totally awkward at all.
And then, “WOOF WOOF!”
A sharp, sudden bark echoed from behind you two. Seoyeon yelped out loud…and immediately clung to your arm like her life depended on it.
“T-The fuck was that?!” she half-whispered, half-shouted, peeking at the source of the noise from your shoulder. You ignore the heat on your cheeks, unsure if it was from the proximity or the way her perfume clung onto your clothes
Regardless, you look around until you find a cute little chihuahua. “...A dog?”
“Goddamn it.” she said, tugging on your sleeve harder. “Stupid dog. Make it go away already..!”
You couldn’t help but laugh, which earned you a small smack on the back. “You’re fine, Seoyeon. You were brave enough to kidnap a random guy in the city at midnight, but a little doggy made you this scared?”
“I-It’s not funny!” she protested…and still refused to leave your side. “It could bite!”
“...It’s wagging its tail.” You pointed toward the dog who stood passively a good distance away from you two, its tongue lolling out, wagging its tail like you said, and staring up at Seoyeon with pure curiosity.
“Oh.” She muttered. “It’s…kinda cute.”
“No shit Sherlock.” you deadpanned. “Truly terrifying to be afraid of.”
She glared at you for a brief moment (not the angry one, just a really adorable one that you refused to admit). But it didn’t last long. Well, because the dog trotted closer, sniffed the basket, and barked again, making her jolt once more.
“Never mind, not that cute.” She retreated back to you again as if the dog decided to learn how to punch.
You sighed as you gave her a light pat to her thigh. “You know, for someone trying to win a bet about making me fall in love with you, hiding from a puppy is definitely not helping your case.”
Lies. It was definitely making your pulse go wild.
“Shush.” She said, swatting at your arm but with a small grin that betrayed her embarrassment. “You’re supposed to protect your girlfriend, remember?”
Let’s ignore the way your lip twitched upwards at the word ‘your’, shall we?
When the dog finally got bored of scaring Seoyeon and walked away, she released her grip away from you. “Anyways we already finished our food, lets go”
You could only chuckle at the nonchalant recovery as you helped her pack up. “Sure, where to?” You glanced at your phone again. 8:30 am.
She turned to you with that annoying grin, simply just shrugging her shoulders before walking away, leaving you confused.
~~
The next two hours blurred together in that relaxed way mornings sometimes do (a phenomenon you still don’t understand, or maybe it was her magic).
After breakfast, Seoyeon insisted on “walking off the food”, which honestly is just dragging you through half the city. The sun was higher now, definitely warm enough to feel the sweat beads on your back, while she carried the empty picnic basket around (she insisted there was no time, but really, you could tell she wasn’t that bothered). Every so often, she’d glance at you, either to tease or to ask random questions like: “why are buildings called buildings if they have already been built”.
You answered half of them; and the rest she filled in herself.
At some point, you stopped at a convenience store for iced coffee. Just like last night, you two sat on the curb, but this time with the world moving around. Cars hummed by, the smell of food waffling in the air, and Seoyeon sipped on hers. It feels…natural. Like a pair that have been together for far too long.
“You’re quiet.”
You looked at her. “Well yeah, I didn’t get enough sleep.” You muttered.
“Well, first time for waking up early, then.” She grinned. Slurping the last of her coffee, she tossed it to the bin nearby as she glanced at your phone. 10 am. “Let’s go, I know the perfect place for both of us.”
That…apparently is a PC bang tucked between a tailor shop and karaoke bar. From the silence of the sea to the loud, pop music in here, it sure is a bit of a whiplash to your ears. Or to you in general.
“Isnt this place a bit too…um…loud for a normal date?” You ask, loud enough so she can hear you.
“Do I need to explain that this is not a normal date?”
“Okay, touché.”
“Great, let's go in, and just trust me, I know what I am doing” she responds, walking toward the counter. You rolled your eyes, yet you followed her anyway.
Surprisingly, It doesn't take that much long to get 2 neighbouring PCs free for the two of you. You paid your share and found your seat with Seoyeon on the setup to your left. She has already logged in, hair slightly messy from the walk, and her fingers dance across the keyboard as if it’s her second nature.
“You play League, right?” She asks, hands typing her account details.
“Yeah, you too?”
“Only casually, Arena and ARAM,” She shrugs. “Sometimes I feel adventurous and play Normals, do you play ranked?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “Gold 4, jungle.”
You could hear it. A muttered, nearly inaudible "Sweet motherfucking lord” under her breath. You gave her a nonchalant shrug as the client window opened, though the corner of your mouth twitches.
“What's your account name?” she asks again, this time through the discord call. Nothing you really keep your thoughts about, just enough so you write it to invite her to your lobby and start the queue. And with Korea being Korea, you find yourself in champ select in less than a minute.
You glance over at her screen. She’s hovering over Yuumi.
“Oh”
“What?” she asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“So you are that kind of casual player?”
This gets you with a small smack on your shoulder.
“I am playing with friends who have main character syndrome, sue me if I want to help them feel happy”
You chuckle at the way she rolls her eyes…and locks in Briar.
“Really?” She scoots her chair a bit further from the table before looking at you. “You pick Briar and I’m the cringe one here?
“You picked Yummi. I rest my case.”
A blink, another one and Seoyeon just sighs, turning herself toward the screen again. Eventually the champion selection is over and the loading screen pops up.
For a couple of minutes there is silence between you two, letting the music surrounding you to flow without interrupting. You take a quick glance at Seoyeon, her eyes glued to the screen. She’s surprisingly focused. Maybe too much for a ‘casual player’.
“So…how is your dating life?” You start, breaking the silence
“Huh? What?” Her eyes darted to you.
“Like, I don't know…this entire day is for you to prove to me that dating is good and love is real, but i haven't heard a word about your own experience in dating” You pressed random keys, totally not being nervous or anything.
And obviously not because you are curious about her answer.
A small chuckle escapes her lips before she answers. “Oh…well, it does exist, I go on dates when I can, this isn't my first date.”
“Wait, this counts as a date?”
She shrugs. “You tell me, Boring boy.”
Meanwhile the game starts, you both choose your augments, buy items and wait for the first round,
“Got ‘Feel the Burn’ by the way,” Seoyeon adds.
“Nice, Mystic Punch” you say, happy for the double high roll returning back to the main topic. “Anyway…do they go well? Do you get to the second date?”
“Oh hell no” She laughs mid-combat, finger flying across the keyboard. “You think you are the only one who has a shit dating life? 3 ghosts during text, 2 ghosts during the actual dates, and 7,”
“Yikes. Seven…?”
“Yep. I repeat: seven!! times where i have been told ‘you seem great, but your personality is a bit…too much’”
The way she mocks their tone, with that fake masculinity. Can’t lie, it does make you laugh a little bit.
“So the pot calls the kettle black, that's interesting” you state, fingers move with dexterity, getting the first blood on the enemy Karma. “So how does it make you any different than me? if anything it seems you should believe in love even less than me.”
She snipes an enemy Ahri and smirks. “Maybe. But I haven’t, have I?”
You were about to respond when she added, her tone turned more sentimental. “I know that one day, I will meet someone that will love me. Not despite how I am, but because of it”.
You glance over. Her tone isn’t joking anymore. She looks at you straight, eyes soft but certain. “Listen…”
“Yeah?”
“...for me, love is about enjoying someone's presence and accepting every part of that person, even those that we connect less with. I don't want to be in a relationship where my partner doesn't fully accept who I am. Even the wild and cheerful side of me, because if we don't fully accept each other, is it really love?”
You don’t say anything. You just…sit there, letting her words hang in the neon glow.
The only thing you manage to say is a simple “Wow”.
“Yeah, that went…a bit too deep right?” She laughs awkwardly, “Oh shit round is starting, get ready” she now goes back to the screen.
“Y-Yeah” you respond, turning back to the screen. You don't know if it's the fact you slept for 3 hours or something else. But you catch yourself saying—
“I mean, if my say counts, I really think you will find someone that will love you. Just the way you are. You’re quite a girl as it is.”
Seoyeon didn’t say anything either. She just lets out a soft breath and smiles (the one that is far too real for how short you two have known each other).
“...well, aren’t you a smooth talker,” she breathed, eyes back on the screen.
You don’t try to play cool. Just smile back, and just fail miserably at focusing on the game.
~~
The rest of the 2 hours go by quickly, nothing too serious, a single win, a lot of losses (that Seoyeon insisted that were your fault) and even more banter between the two of you (“what do you mean you don't buy items?!” Seoyeon rants, and you counter with “Stat anvils are way better on Kaisa”.)
But still, you both still had fun together, enjoying each moment with a side effect of you warming up to your temporary ‘girlfriend’. So when Seoyeon drags you out of the PC bang toward the next destination, you don't question it anymore, instead just following her around.
“That is probably the most normal place you took me to” You say, looking at the sliding glass door of a burger place, one you never heard the name of, but it's quite popular based on the amount of people inside.
“Well I can't be quirky all the time, am I right?” She jokes, you laugh, it's a simple ebb and flow between you two. “You pay by the way, so get your money ready”
“Excuse me?”
“Last night i paid for your drink, and for your X2 buldak, your wallet can start losing some weight”
Ok, she's right, and you don’t exactly want to ruin whatever you two have right now. So instead you just go in, this time taking the lead.
The order is quite simple: two burgers, two boxes of fries and two cans of the same drink (“Do you want a split straw with that?” You were this close to duke the cashier out but it was quite funny). And then you two ended up sitting across from each other by the window.
You wished you had your phone out at that time, because the way she unwraps her burger with both hands was…um…quite adorable. Ok fine, it was very adorable.
The conversation continues from the PC bang. A bit of more arguing about some recent E-sport lives, pet peeves about some celebrities, then worst movies you both have ever seen. It was very natural. Unforced. And warm.
And then the conversation leads to… this.
“So.” She looks at you…well, while gulping down her drink. “”We’re halfway in this bet.”
You inhale like someone startled awake. “Uhuh. And?”
“Well…”
“Well…?”
“...I would appreciate it if you could give your thoughts about today.”
“...What? The date?”
“Uhuh,” Seoyeon nods. “Are you having fun? Am I on the road to winning this bet? Did I change your mind already?” She asks all of this before, very ungracefully, lets out a small burp that gets her giggling, a shy smile plastered on her face that gets you smiling back.
Fuck, maybe you are falling tor her alre- NO! you can't give up that easily, it’s only been one single day. You can’t just fall in love with someone you just met like this!
(Ignore the fact that it is clear that you really enjoy this more than any other bland dates before.)
“I mean, yeah I am having fun with you, but that doesn't mean you will win this bet” you say, eating another fry.
Her eyes narrowed, “How fast would you say ‘I love you’ if it was any other girl planning this type of date with you?”
“Around the time when they showed up with the same cute sundress and the picnic basket- Ow!!” and this response rewards you with a kick to your knee, and not a weak one as you try to hold your groan to not make a scene.
“It's a bit rude of you to mention other girls during our date, Boring Boyfriend.” she states.
“That you started by kidnapping me from the bar, this bet is also a way for me to know if I should call the police on you for kidnapping and depriving me of sleep” you comment back, trying to match her flirt. Keyword, trying.
She gasps overdramatically, “You wouldn't dare.”
“Try me then.”
“Try you? Puh lease, you are too soft.” She fires back.
You were about to counter when the phone buzzed in your pocket. A notification from the dating app. As you open it up you see a message which quickly turns your smile upside down.
‘Hey, we are still meeting today, right?
It's a reminder for tonight’s date. With a girl you matched with last week. This evening. Right now it’s 1:04 PM.
Of course, she notices it immediately. “Oho? What’s that? Why hide your phone huh?”
You tense, didn’t realise how your hand automatically hid your phone away. “Hm? It’s nothing.” Well that was totally normal.
“Liar,” she sings. Her hand shoots out across from the table, palm open. “Let me see, pllleeeeaaasssseeee?”
‘What? No. It’s–”
“Let me see,” She says again, but the joke is gone.
You swallow, hands suddenly cold. And slowly, you unlock your phone and tilt it toward her like a child to their parents.
With one glance, her eyes find the app. Her lips part for a second until, “Oh.” She forces a smile. Tight. Paper-thin.
“She looks…fine,” Her tone is too calm for comfort, as she pushes the phone back to you. “Pretty, too, I should say.”
You blink. “...Are you telling me to leave?”
“Yeah, of course.” She takes a sip from her drink. “It’s fine.” Yeah, it doesn’t sound fine. At all.
And when you think maybe she’s actually upset…
“BUT!” she interrupts, voice suddenly bright again. Maybe too bright. “Let’s hit a photobooth. Before you meet her.”
You blink. “...what?”
“A photobooth,” She repeats, already standing up and dusting off her dress. “You know, those machines where couples or a group of friends snuggle together to pretend to be cute? It’s literally next door.”
“I know what it is, but why?”
She just shrugs, eyes flicking anywhere but to you. “Because I want one,” She swallows, “Of today, I guess. And in case she accidentally finds this physical evidence.”
That stirred something in your chest. But before you could sort it out, she took your hand, and dragged you towards the aforementioned booth next door. Her smile is bright yet paradoxically dim. Even though she is holding your han, it feels too distant.
As the lightbulb above the camera flashes, you and Seoyeon start doing poses toward the camera. You know, the usual — peace signs, finger guns toward each other, one photo has both of you side-hugging with Seoyeon eye smiling.
Although, even with how happy she seems to be in each photo, you can tell something isn't right.
“Gotta say, I do think I look cute, don't I?" She comments, eyeing each photo before looking at you with a warm smile.
“Heh, yeah.” You don’t even try to hide this time.
“Come on, say that I look cute, say it” she nudges you with her elbow. That was more than enough for you to no longer have any boundaries around her.
“Fine, you look cute, there, happy?” you gave in.
She scoffs at you, “Bitch, I always look adorable” she corrects you, turning her innocent smile to a cheeky grin (that doesn’t quite go up all the way), she then takes another look at the photos before she hands them to you. “Here, you can have it. I will keep the other one.”
“Oh, thanks.”
“Don’t think too much, Boring Boy. Just…something to remember me by.” she says while slowly walking away from you.
“Ya, Yoon Seo–”
She looked back at you, adorning her smile, “Think of it as…your prize for winning the bet”.
“Seo–”
You want to walk behind her, to say something, anything. But, like a pre-planned scene in a script, she starts running away. It might be from the unexpected bonding, but you can see a few droplets of tears falling from her face toward the ground despite being far away.
And eventually, you are left alone in front of the photobooth.
As you take a look at the photos in your hand, seeing each image one by one — you two pinching each other’s cheeks, making goofy faces, Seoyeon resting her chin on top of your crown — only one thought comes out.
“Did I…win this bet?”
For the first time since last night, the walk home is uneventful. Bland, even. No talking, no laughter, just the weirdly suspicious silence of the afternoon. All of the warm colours that surrounded the city earlier have been replaced by more monotone, grey-ish colours, it only needs to start raining before you would officially say it's a K-drama.
You can't tell how long the walk took to get you now standing in front of your door but regardless, you open it, revealing your familiar living room. Take a sigh that you can't tell if it's from relief or disappointment and slowly start walking inside.
As you get in front of your bed, tiredness enveloped you, and every part of your body is telling you to sleep. You quickly oblige to its will, slowly falling toward the mattress and immediately close your eyes, letting the fatigue of this entire day finally take its effect.
~~
You know, it's safe to say that outside of your dating life, everything else about you is quite lucky. Because even while being awake for 10 hours with only 3 hours of sleep prior, your body manages to wake you up at 7:03 PM, one and a half hours before your date.
Your alarm didn't even ring. Instead, your brain decides it is perfect for you to get up once more.
You sit up, rubbing your face, and all you see is the memory of Seoyeon's stupid, smug smile. Still lingering in your head like she's physically sitting there. And then also her back and the hidden droplets as she runs away from you. You swing your legs off the bed, glance at your wardrobe, and immediately feel guilty already.
So you just pick your second best outfit.
Not the best one, the one that your love lives in is perfectly fine and you're a fine specimen. No. Because if you accidentally run into Seoyeon wearing that, you can hear her bratty and adorable voice pouting how "you didn’t dress that nicely for me?"
And it is far too late for you to be emotionally equipped for that.
You check yourself in the mirror. Yep, somehow you still look tired. Probably because you are in quite a turmoil.
Oh right, what was the date's name again? You scrambled for your phone to check the profile again. Ah. Yooyeon. Kim Yooyeon.
It's a nice name, you thought, as you leave the place once more to the agreed location. 50% trying to stay not tired, and 50% wondering what Seoyeon is doing now.
Wait, no, that's rude. Don't think about Seoyeon right now. Yooyeon should be on your mind. Not Seoyeon. She seems like a nice girl. Smart to boot, too. She did say she's studying Science in her bio.
And her profile photo is definitely bad at capturing her beauty as a whole.
It was quite a cakewalk to spot Yooyeon outside the station, waiting under a streetlamp. Pastel sweater, neatly tied hair, a warm smile. The kind of first impression that normally would make you, and any other guys, stumble over your words and your feet.
You greet her, exchange a few polite lines, and start walking together. It's normal. Comfortable. She laughs at your joke about being half-awake after hibernating (it is half a lie), you laugh when she keeps messing up the directions.
It should feel good. It should be. It's no longer bland as before. It feels like a good start. Instead, you keep thinking how Seoyeon would've roasted you for still being sleepy. How she might be late, makes up some lame excuse, and then throws all the rants at you for being "too early".
You push those thoughts away as you reach the arcade.
Inside, it's loud and bright, with flashing lights, metal floors, and the constant ring of machines. Yooyeon paid for the token card and gives you a challenging smirk. 'Let's see if you're any good, mister."
You subconsciously gave her a half-hearted laugh. "Bring it on, miss Kim."
She pulls you to a racing game, and you try, you really try, to focus on the screen, to focus on the moment. But the moment the countdown starts, all you think about is how Seoyeon would bitching about how low the chair is. Then she would ask you to fix it, then proceed to lose and blame you anyway.
Instead, you lose by a mile. Yooyeon laughs and nudges you. "Pff, you're quite terrible."
"So mean." You force a laugh back, and she pulls you to a rhythm game next. Of course, she is shockingly good. She hits every beat, her hands moving like she has trained for her entire life.
You clap. You smile. You tell her how amazing she is. How flawless this perfect girl is. But it is genuinely impossible not to imagine the exact opposite scene, with Seoyeon missing every beat with pride, then complaining the machine is lagging even though it shouldn't, and then laughing because she knows you know she's lying, and then-
"That's a cute smile. Do I look cool with these games?"
Her voice got you snap back to reality, your mouth quickly suppressed the smile on your lips.
"Of course, of course."
One lie.
~~
Dinner comes, and of course, as if the sky plays a big joke on you, she picks the same burger place you and Seoyeon ate at just a few hours ago. Same chairs. Same smell of fries. Same buzz of the overhead lights. And the same clock that reminds you that it’s 9pm.
Yooyeon takes her seat across from you, chatting about her university classes, her friends, some drama with her coworker at her part-time job, and something about a stingy professor. She has such a nice voice. She talks well. She's charming. She's exactly your type and exactly someone you should realistically be paying attention to.
But your brain refuses to cooperate.
Everything she says reminds you what Seoyeon would've said instead. Every bite of food feels like something that should've been shared with someone else. You pick yours up as Yooyeon picks hers. Before you can really take a bite, you can hear the bickerings with Seoyeon you just had.
And you almost choke.
Yooyeon pauses, blinking. "Are you okay?"
You clear your throat. "Sorry, I'm okay. Just the spice."
No spice in sight. Another lie.
She laughs softly and takes a bite. And you? You basically force yourself to chew the memories instead of fries.
As she talks about her favourite books, you catch yourself zoning out — wondering if Seoyeon is chilling at home, if she has fallen asleep immediately, if she’s still thinking about your conversation in the PC bang, if she’s still annoyed you almost didn’t show her your phone. You take another sip of soda, and it tastes wrong. So wrong. Because she’s not here complaining it's too flat. It’s just Yooyeon that is still talking, and you smile because she deserves it. She’s kind. She’s giving you genuine interest. She’s trying. She’s deadass gorgeous.
You should be falling for the girl in front of you. She’s literally your type. But instead, your heart keeps reaching for the one who already left.
The worst part of you is that…you just want to finish this date to see her again.
-
By the time you walk Yooyeon back to the station and wave goodbye, your leg immediately runs. You don’t even pretend to scroll or check your phone as usual. Your muscle tense, and your chest tight with something that feels far too close to panic. The city lights are warm and blurry around the edges, the noise of traffic melting into white noise. Every step feels like you’re chasing a shadow.
But you are too busy beating yourself up. You don’t know her number. Nor her address. Nor her favourite food as peace offering.
Yet you know exactly, exactly, what her brazen laughter sounds like when she’s trying not to show she’s flustered. You know the way her smug smile makes her cheeks even more adorable. And you know how you really, really like her tone when she calls you “Boring Boy”.
And that is more than enough for you to sprint across three districts like a man possessed. You check every place, retracing every step you took with her that feels like years being together.
First, the convenience store where she bought you x2 Buldak last night. Just empty aisles. LED lights buzzing overhead. A cashier who looks at you weirdly when you double check the ramen aisle. Next, the restaurant you literally just went to with Yooyeon. Beginning to clear out. A family or two comes out. A group of girls. A couple. But no Seoyeon. Then the PC bangs. Just a row of middle schoolers yelling, someone blasting an OST, and zero sundresses in sight.
Your heartbeat keeps climbing. Every stop tightens your chest. And every failed discovery feels like a punch to your gut. This is so ridiculous. Pathetic. Desperate. But you don’t want to stop. You can’t. Until you know she’s okay.
And then a crucial memory slams into you so clear that you brake yourself:
“It’s quiet. The sea doesn’t shit talk back. It’s just there,” and then another one, “I like to watch the water when I feel…um, lost, I suppose.”
You finally allow yourself to breathe. Of course. Of course she’d go there, far out. Of course the sea is where she will be.
Checking your phone for direction, the clock shows 11:30pm.
You take off running again.
~~
The city slowly thins out the closer you get to the shore. Restaurants replaced by empty storefronts, neon replaced by dim streetlamps humming softly in the wind.
Your breath grows ragged. Your legs burn like hell. Your lungs ache. But the second you hear the faint crash of waves in the distance, adrenaline hits you all over again. The sand greets you cold and damp beneath your shoes as you arrive. Wind cuts cross your skin as you push forward, scanning the shoreline.
At first, it looks empty. Just a dark stretch of sand. An ocean covered by a veil of night sky. Your small hope begins to flicker out.
And then, far ahead, near the curve of the beach, you see a small shape. Someone sitting alone, knees tucked to her chest, and her head bowed slightly.
You recognise the white sundress that glows faintly under the moonlight, fluttering around her legs. Her blonde hair spills over her shoulders, moving with the wind.
As you approach closer, with each step sinking into the sand, you notice the plastic convenience-store bag filled with cheap soju bottles and two cans of beer.
She is far smaller than before. So quiet now. So…uncharacteristic of the girl who dragged you out of your bland life. And It's only at 11:53 PM when your body suddenly realises that…the date, the bet, the rules aren’t relevant anymore.
All you care about is her.
“Yoon Seoyeon!” you reach out, walking closer but not too much. She doesn't turn to face you, just taking a deep sigh that is so unlike her.
“Wow, you knew where to find me…” she says, her voice barely audible with waves softly reaching to the sand, the cold water touching Seoyeon’s feet. “What are you doing here?”
“Finding you —fuck, I’m tired— of course.” You pant, crutching yourself to catch some air.
She doesn’t look at you at first, still looking to the abyss where the sea eats the sky. And then you see it, how she slightly peeks at you, slightly amused. “Did you run?”
“Y-yeah, after the date.”
“So?” She nudges a rock with her toe, her head still tilting down, “I assume you came here to tell me about the date? I hope you had fun”
“Honestly?” you admit, scratching the back of your head. “...don’t remember.”
That gets a small laugh out of her.
“So you broke her heart as well?” She snorts. “Didn't expect it from someone who is looking for a relationship, especially not doing it twice”.
“Yeah…I just” You stutter. “I just…couldn't stop thinking about you. I guess.”
And that makes her go still.
Even from behind, you can see the tension in her spine. How she almost, almost, turns toward you before forcing her gaze back to the horizon. Her fingers dig slightly into the sand by her side.
11:55 PM.
You still have time.
You inhale slowly, lungs tight, heart hammering, and you start rambling. No plan, no filter. Just from the bottom of your heart.
“Before I met you last night, I thought that love was dead, that it was impossible to fall in love with someone, that dates were supposed to be the fancy dinner in candlelights cliche and well…” you let out a small chuckle, flashbacks of the places you shared with her today run in your mind, as you continue.
“Then I met you and you proved all of them wrong,” that got Seoyeon to turn her head to face you, her expression confused. Yes, but at the same time her eyes tell signs of hope. That you would say what she thinks you will say.
11:56 PM.
Your pulse kicks harder.
“I mean, no one would be able to just come, insult my love life and still try to prove to me that love exists. No other girl would even consider to start a date in a fucking 24 hour convince store, no one besides…you. ” A small tear shedding from her visible eye as you ramble. And it was the cue for her to rise from her spot, and stand up to look at you.
That gives you enough courage to get closer.
11:57 PM.
“You showed me how love really is. It's more than just the candlelights and the fancy dinner, it's actually… um…laughing at the silly plays you make during a League game together, it's the damn spicy buldak of 2AM last night, it's the way you ask so many dumb questions that got me grinning.”
You don’t realise how your hand has landed on her shoulder until she notices it. But she doesn’t pull away.
11:58 PM.
“As much as I hate to believe it, you were right” Your voice softens. “Love is real, and it's about finding the right person to love and well…for me, the right person is you.” You let out a breath you’ve been holding for the whole day before finally say it:
“I love you Yoon Seoyeon”
11:59 PM.
Just on time. Phew.
For a moment, both you just stare at each other, smiling like idiots, her hands finding their way on your waist, fingers curling into your shirt.
“You won the bet.” you admit. but that's when Seoyeon starts to giggle.
“Not yet, boring boy.”
Suddenly you can hear your clock. 12:00 AM.
And just as fast as time passes, she grabs the collar of your shirt, pulling your face closer while leaning in to let her lips find their place on yours
The first contact is like fireworks are set in your stomach, eyes wide open to how close Seoyeon is to you but eventually you ease into the kiss, closing your eyes while your hands find their place on her cheeks, feeling the texture of her skin in your palm, softly kneading it.
Her lips are warm despite the cold sea breeze, soft but insistent, still the lingering taste of soju she just had and the salt of the ocean air. Her fingers clutch the collar of your shirt so damn tight that the fabric wrinkles against your throat.
You swear the whole world, the whole time, hell, the whole challenge, narrows down to just this — her mouth against yours, the heat curling in your chest, and the electricity that shoots down your spine. The waves still crash behind you, yes, but they’re muted to your ears.
Seoyeon is all you can really focus on.
Eventually she pulls away, your eyes open to see the red on her face as she looks at you with stars in her eyes and you can't lie that those stars may have snuck into your eyes as well, she then lets a cheeky grin that makes her the girl that she is.
The girl that you love. And also taught you how to love.
“You are…so annoying.” she whispers. “You made an adorable girl cry, you know.”
That got a chuckle out of you, as you brush your thumb gently along the edge of her jaw. “You made me run two districts. I’m sure we’re even.”
She huffs a tiny laugh and leans in again, pressing a second kiss to the corner of your mouth. This one is far softer, slower, as if she’s memorising the shape of you.
The third kiss on your lower lip.
And the fourth? She’s smiling at you.
“Now I won the bet” she lets out a cute giggle and for the first time, you beam widely when Seoyeon calls you by her favourite nickname.
“Boring boyfriend.
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“Who the fuck is she?”
Sohyun’s voice is a blade, cold and sharp, pressed against your throat. You’re on your back on her bed, the familiar scent of her perfume and your sweat thick in the air. Her hand is wrapped in your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at her phone screen. A grainy photo of you smiling, talking to a classmate by the library. Your stomach drops.
“Nobody,” you rasp, your scalp burning. “Just a girl from—”
“Just a girl,” she mimics, her voice dripping with a poison you’ve never heard before. It’s not her usual bored cruelty. This is raw, cracked open. She throws the phone aside. It clatters against the wall. “You talk to nobodies now? You smile for nobodies?”
Her knee digs into your thigh, pinning you. The silk of her robe is gaping open, but the heat of her skin against yours feels like a threat, not an invitation. Not tonight.
“You track my steps,” you say, the defiance a weak spark.
“I own your steps,” she snarls. Her other hand comes down, palm flat on your chest, holding you in place. “I own the air you breathe in this room. I own the fucking cock I let you spill into me every night. And you think you get to smile at someone else?”
It started, like it always did, with a command.
Three months ago, Sohyun decided you were hers. Not in a romantic way. In a possession way. You didn’t ask questions. You just went to her apartment after your last class. You still don’t know why you. Maybe because you were quiet. Maybe because you didn’t fight back that first time she cornered you in an empty hallway, her manicured finger poking your chest, calling you useless.
Her place was a minimalist cage. Cold floors, white walls, everything in its severe place. Except you. You were the disorder.
The first night, she didn’t even speak. She pointed to the shower. Then she pointed to her bed. She watched you, those dark eyes unblinking, as you trembled under the sheets. Then she climbed on, her weight a deliberate pressure, her mouth finding yours with a punishing hunger. She used you. And afterwards, she pushed you off the bed and told you to sleep on the floor.
It became the routine. She’d ignore you in public, sometimes even sneer. But at night, her door was locked with you inside. She’d use your mouth, your hands, your cock. She’d ride you with a furious, mechanical rhythm, her face a mask of concentration, like she was solving a problem with your body. She’d come with a choked gasp, never a cry, then roll off and order you to clean her up. She’d call you names. Pathetic. My little toy. A warm place to sit.
You told yourself you hated it. But your body betrayed you. The intensity was a drug. The degradation was a twisted anchor. And sometimes, in the fleeting second after she climaxed, her mask would slip. Her forehead would press against your shoulder. Her breathing would soften. For a heartbeat, she wasn’t your bully. She was just a woman, clinging.
Then she’d remember herself. Shove you away. The ice would return.
Now, that ice is shattered. The careful indifference is gone.
“You want to talk to other girls?” Sohyun hisses, her robe falling completely open. Her tits are heaving, her nipples tight peaks. “You want to give them that stupid, eager smile?”
She releases your hair and her hand slides down your stomach, her nails leaving faint red trails. She fists your cock, already half-hard from the struggle, the fear, the sheer insane electricity of her rage. She strokes you, rough and demanding.
“This is mine,” she says, her voice low and venomous. “This drip, this throb. It belongs to me. You think some nobody gets to make it hard? You think she gets to hear the sounds you make?”
She leans down, her lips against your ear. “You’re a filthy cocksucker,” she whispers, the words a hot, vile caress. “A desperate, needy little thing who waits all day just for me to use you.” She nips your earlobe. “But fuck… you were born for this. You take my cock so perfectly. You swallow every fucking drop like you’re starving for it.”
The whiplash makes your head spin. The insult cuts, but the praise that follows wraps around the cut, a perverse bandage. She moves, straddling your hips, guiding you into her without ceremony. She’s wet—soaking wet—her own anger and obsession a slick, hot channel.
She sinks down in one vicious motion, taking all of you, her cunt gripping you like a silken fist. A raw groan is torn from your throat.
“See?” she pants, beginning to move, a brutal, grinding rise and fall. Her tits bounce with each impact. “You need this. You need me fucking you stupid. You’d be nothing without my cunt around your cock.”
Her words are knives and nectar. She rides you like she’s trying to break you both, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering. The slap of skin fills the room. You can’t help it. Your hands fly to her hips, trying to steady her, to meet her thrusts.
“Yes,” she moans, the sound almost a sob. “Fuck. Use me. Mark me. Come inside me, you bastard. Prove it’s mine.”
The coil in your gut tightens, snaps. You erupt, a hot, pulsing flood that seems to have no end. You cry out, a broken sound as your hips jerk up into her, pumping your release deep.
She collapses forward, her body shuddering through her own climax, her cunt milking you through every last spasm. For a long moment, there’s only the sound of ragged breathing, the feeling of your spend leaking from where you’re still joined.
Then she moves. Not away. She shifts, her body still impaled on you, and lays her head on your chest. Her fingers trace idle, possessive circles on your skin. You’re both slick with sweat, the smell of sex and her perfume overwhelming.
“You can’t talk to her again,” she murmurs into your skin, her voice small. Exhausted. Not a command. A plea. “You can’t.”
She grinds down, a slow, filthy circle, making you gasp as your oversensitive cock twitches inside her warm, wet, used cunt. She keeps you there, locked inside her, as your heart hammers against her ear.
“You’re mine,” she whispers, the obsession laid bare, no longer hiding behind cruelty.
The plea hangs in the air, a fragile thing. You feel her heartbeat against your chest, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of silk and sweat. For a moment, it’s just that: the two of you, joined, spent, stuck in the aftermath.
Then she moves.
It’s a sudden, decisive shift. She lifts herself off you, your softening cock slipping from her with a wet, intimate sound. The warmth of your spend trails down her inner thigh. She doesn’t wipe it away. She looks at it, then at you, and her eyes have hardened again. The vulnerability is sealed shut, replaced by something colder, more calculated.
“No,” she says, her voice flat. “Begging is for weak things. You made me weak for a second.”
She swings her legs off the bed and strides to her closet, the robe flaring behind her. You lie there, exposed, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps on your skin. You hear the rustle of fabric, the sharp click of a latch.
When she returns, she’s holding a pair of her own silk scarves, deep crimson. She doesn’t speak. Her fingers are deft, businesslike. She takes your right wrist, loops the scarf around it, and ties it to the stout leg of her heavy, minimalist bed frame. She does the same with your left. The knots are tight, professional. Not enough to hurt, but enough to tell you that struggle is pointless.
“Sohyun—” you start.
“Quiet,” she says, not looking at you. She moves to the foot of the bed, grabbing your ankles, pulling your legs apart. The second scarf is longer. She uses it to bind your ankles together, then lashes the bundle to the opposite bedpost. You’re spread-eagled, utterly open to her.
She stands back, surveying her work. A slow, terrifying smile touches her lips. “Better. Now you’re where you belong. My personal furniture. My toy.”
She climbs onto the bed, crawling over you on all fours. Her dark hair brushes your stomach. Her scent—jasmine and sex—fills your head. She stops when her face is directly over yours. “You smiled at her,” she whispers, the words a poison-dipped feather. “With this mouth.”
Then she lowers herself.
Not onto your cock. Onto your face.
Her cunt descends, a hot, wet weight that smothers you. The scent is musky, potent, overwhelmingly her. Your world narrows to damp heat and the press of her folds against your lips, your nose. She grinds down, a slow, obscene circle.
“Lick,” she commands, her voice muffled by her own thighs.
You obey. Your tongue finds her, traces the slick, swollen seam. She tastes like salt and you and her own sharp, addictive flavor. You hear her breath catch above you. You lap at her, circling her clit, and her hips jerk.
“Fuck, yes,” she groans. “That’s your purpose. To service me. You’re a filthy, talented tongue. Born to worship this cunt.”
Her praise is a slap. Her degradation is a caress. You can’t separate them. You just keep licking, sucking, as she rides your face with increasing urgency. Her thighs clamp against the sides of your head. The room fills with the wet, rhythmic sounds of your mouth on her.
But she’s not done.
While you’re eating her out, you feel her hand wrap around your cock. It’s hard again, painfully so, strained against your stomach. She strokes you, a loose, teasing grip in time with the rocking of her hips on your mouth.
“This is mine too,” she hisses, her voice tight with building pleasure. “Every fucking inch. You get hard for me. You drip for me.” Her strokes become more demanding.
Then her other hand finds yours, your right hand still tied at the wrist. She pries your fingers open, guides them up between her legs, and shoves two of them deep inside her cunt, right alongside your working tongue.
You’re inside her with your fingers. She’s riding your face. She’s jerking your cock.
It’s a sensory overload, a complete, brutal takeover of your body. You’re moaning into her, the vibrations making her cry out. Her cunt convulses around your fingers, dripping onto your chin.
“See?” she pants, fucking herself on your hand and mouth simultaneously. “You’re everything I need. Your mouth. Your fingers. Your cock. You’re a set. My complete little fucktoy. No other girl gets a piece of this. They don’t get this mouth.” She grinds down hard. “They don’t get these fingers.” She clenches around them. “And they sure as fuck don’t get this beautiful, leaking cock.”
She releases your shaft suddenly. You feel the bed dip as she moves. In one fluid motion, she lifts her hips off your face, a string of slick connecting her to your mouth for a second before it breaks. She’s gasping, her body gleaming. She turns around, her back to you now, and without a word, she sinks down onto your cock in one smooth, deep plunge.
“Ah!” The sound is punched out of both of you.
She’s reverse-cowgirl, her ass pressing against your stomach, her back arched. From here, you can see your own fingers, still buried knuckle-deep in her from behind, glistening. The sight is dizzyingly obscene.
She starts to move, riding you with a deep, rolling bounce. Her free hand reaches back, fingers digging into your thigh for leverage.
“You belong in me,” she grunts, each descent a wet, perfect slap. “You’re a dildo. A tool. A thing I use to get myself off. You think that girl wanted this?” She slams down, making you see stars. “She wanted your stupid smile. I want your cum. I want your obedience. I want to own the fucking sounds you make when you’re about to come!”
She’s a frenzy above you. One hand is on your thigh. The other is between her own legs, rubbing frantic circles on her clit. And your fingers are still inside her, curled, stroking her inner walls in time with your cock’s thrusts.
It’s too much. The coil snaps, unravels, and you’re coming with a shattered cry, your hips straining against the bonds as you pump into her, deep, endless pulses.
She feels it. Screams, a raw, broken sound. Her cunt becomes a vise, milking you, squeezing your fingers, fluttering around both. She collapses forward, then back, her body shuddering, riding out the waves as your spend fills her.
For a long minute, there is only the sound of gasping. The feeling of her inner muscles still gently pulsing around your softening cock and your trapped fingers. The slick, hot mess between you.
Slowly, she lifts herself off. Your fingers slip out. Your cock, wet and spent, slips out. She turns, kneeling between your splayed legs. She looks utterly ruined, beautiful and terrifying. She leans forward, placing her hands on your chest. Her face is inches from yours. Her eyes are black pools of pure, unhinged possession.
“You came inside me,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse. “Again. It’s in me. It’s staying in me.” She grinds her hips down against your thigh, letting you feel the wet, leaking proof. “Every drop you make is mine. Every thought you have should be mine. That smile?” Her hand comes up, her thumb roughly stroking your lower lip. “It’s mine.”
She lowers her head, kissing you with a shocking, deep tenderness. You can taste herself on your lips, on your tongue.
“You’re never leaving this room,” she whispers against your mouth, her breath hot.
She doesn’t move off you for a long time. Her weight presses your softened cock against your stomach, a wet, cooling patch of your own release trapped between you. You can feel it leaking from her, a slow, intimate trickle that marks your thigh. She breathes against your neck, her body still trembling with tiny aftershocks.
Then, she lifts her head. Her eyes are dark, unreadable. That terrifying tenderness is gone, burned away by a new, chilling intent.
“You came inside me,” she says again, but the tone is different now. Clinical. “You filled my cunt with your mess. That’s where it belongs.”
Her hand slips between her legs. You hear the wet sound as she gathers it. She brings her fingers up, smeared with white, and holds them in front of your face.
“But I want it somewhere else now.”
She shifts her body, turning, sliding down your legs. The bonds at your ankles and wrists pull tight, keeping you open, immobile. She settles herself over your face again, but this time, she’s facing away from you. Her ass is directly over your mouth. The view is obscene, intimate—the pink, furled pucker of her asshole, glistening and slightly parted, and just below, the swollen, used lips of her cunt, creamy with your spend.
She reaches back, her fingers spreading her own cheeks. “Lick it clean,” she orders, her voice flat. “Clean my cunt first. Then my ass. Eat what you put in me. Every fucking drop.”
The command hangs in the air, vile and absolute. Your stomach clenches. But your cock, traitorous, gives a weak throb against your stomach.
You don’t have a choice. You tilt your head forward, your tongue extending.
The first taste is her, musky and sharp, mixed with the bitter-salt tang of your own release. You lap at her slit, gathering the thick, creamy fluid. She moans, a soft, approving sound. “That’s it. Good toy. Clean your mess.”
You obey, your tongue sweeping through her folds, collecting the evidence of your orgasm. It’s a depraved act of worship. She grinds back against your mouth, forcing your face deeper into her, muffling your breath. “Get it all,” she demands, her voice tightening. “I want to feel your tongue inside, getting what’s mine.”
You probe deeper, your tongue slipping into her still-fluttering channel. The taste is overwhelming, a potent mix of her arousal and your seed. She cries out, her hips jerking. “Yes! Oh, fuck, just like that. You’re a filthy, perfect cunt-licker. Born to clean up your own fucking loads.”
When she’s satisfied her cunt is clean, she shifts her focus. “Now here,” she breathes, her thumb tracing the rim of her asshole. “This is where I want it. Put your tongue in my ass. Taste where you’re going to fill me next time.”
The demand is a lightning strike. You hesitate for a fraction of a second.
Her hand fists in your hair again, yanking. “Now.”
You press forward. Your tongue, slick from her cunt, meets the tight, resistant ring of muscle. You circle it, then press the flat of your tongue against it. She gasps. You push, and the muscle yields, letting the very tip of your tongue slip inside. The taste is different here—more intimate, musky, purely her. She lets out a giggle, a high, unhinged sound of pure delight mixed with a moan.
“Deeper,” she begs, shoving her hips back. “Get your tongue in my ass, you fucking pervert. Claim it.”
You obey, fucking her asshole with your tongue, shallow, wet strokes. She’s writhing above you, her moans turning into a constant, breathless stream. “You love it, don’t you? You love tasting your own come out of my holes. You’re disgusting. You’re perfect.”
She rides your face like that, on your tongue buried in her ass, for another minute, her body shaking with silent laughter and pleasure. Then, with a wet pop, she lifts herself off.
You gasp for air, your face soaked, your mouth tasting of nothing but her and your own humiliation.
“Stop,” she says, suddenly. The word is a command, but her voice is breathy, amused. She climbs off the bed. You hear her moving around the room, opening a drawer.
When she returns, she’s holding a simple black silk blindfold. She doesn’t explain. She simply leans over you and ties it securely around your head, plunging your world into utter, velvety blackness.
Your other senses scream to life.
You hear the soft shush of fabric. The scent of her, jasmine and sex and sweat, is everywhere. Then you feel it—a new, shocking sensation.
Silky, cool, smooth skin glides along the length of your cock.
Her feet.
She giggles, the sound close to your ear. “You’re so hard again. Just from that. You’re truly a slut.” The arch of her foot presses against your shaft, then slides down to your balls, a teasing, gentle pressure. “My clean feet. I washed them for you. Aren’t you lucky?”
She places both feet on either side of your cock, trapping it between her soles. The skin is impossibly soft, almost powdery. She rubs them together, creating a smooth, maddening friction along your sensitive skin.
“This is all you get,” she whispers. Her toes brush the head of your cock, tracing the slit. A jolt of pure pleasure shoots up your spine. “I control this. I decide when you come. You’re my little pump, and I’m working the handle.”
She alternates—slow, sensual strokes with the soles of her feet, then quick, fluttering taps with her toes against the most sensitive spots. The blindness makes it unbearable. You can’t anticipate her movements. You can only feel: the slick glide, the teasing pressure, the occasional, perfect scrape of a toenail.
“You’re leaking all over my feet,” she coos. You can feel it—the pre-come smearing, making her movements even silkier. “Dirty boy. Making a mess. You want to come, don’t you?”
You grunt, straining against the scarves.
“Ask me.”
“Sohyun, please—”
“Ask me properly.”
You swallow. “Please… let me come.”
“No,” she says lightly, her toes dancing around the head, avoiding direct contact just as the need becomes a throbbing ache. “Not yet. I like seeing you like this. Tied up. Blind. At the mercy of my feet.” She emphasizes the word with a firmer squeeze of her soles.
She plays you for what feels like an eternity. Bringing you to the very edge with a steady, rhythmic rub, then stopping completely, letting the cool air tease your wet skin. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction, finding nothing but empty space.
Her giggle is a constant, maddening soundtrack. “Look at you. So pathetic. So mine.”
Finally, when you’re trembling, a sheen of sweat covering your body, she changes her tactic. She uses just her big toe, pressing it firmly against the frenulum, that ultra-sensitive spot just beneath the head. She rubs small, exacting circles.
It’s too precise. Too much.
The orgasm builds, a tidal wave with no escape. “I’m—I’m gonna—”
“You’re gonna what?” she taunts, her toe working faster.
You shout, a raw, helpless sound as you erupt. Thick stripes of come land on your own stomach, your chest, hot and sudden. She keeps rubbing, milking every last drop, her toe now slick with your release.
As the final pulses fade, she doesn’t stop. The overstimulation is a sharp, bright pain that borders on pleasure. You writhe, a broken sound escaping your lips.
“Shhh,” she soothes, her foot finally stilling, just resting on your spent, twitching cock. “Good toy. You came exactly when I wanted you to.”
You hear the rustle of fabric as she leans close. Her lips brush your ear.
“Now you’re going to lie here, covered in your own filth, and think about what you did. You’re going to think about her. And then you’re going to remember who you really belong to.”
She unties the blindfold.
The light is blinding. She’s standing by the bed, looking down at you, her expression a mask of cool satisfaction. Her feet, your come glistening on her skin, are the last thing you see before she turns and walks toward the bathroom.
“Don’t move,” she calls over her shoulder, not even looking back. “I haven’t decided what to do with you next.”
The bathroom door clicks shut. You lie there, bound, the scent of your own release sharp in the air. You hear the shower run, then stop. Silence stretches, thin and taut.
Her footsteps are soft on the floor when she returns.
She doesn’t speak at first. The bed dips beside you. Her fingers, cool and damp from the shower, trace the trails of dried come on your chest. The touch is almost thoughtful.
“You know,” she says, her voice a low hum in the quiet room. “I never meant for this.”
Her hand moves to your face. Her thumb strokes your cheekbone, a gesture so tender it makes your breath falter. “I saw you. That first day. You were just… sitting. Looking lost. And you had this light in your eyes. Not happiness. Something… open. Like you were waiting for someone to just take whatever they wanted.”
Her fingers trail down your throat. “Most people, their eyes are dead. Shuttered. But yours… they glowed. And I thought, I could snuff that out. Or I could own it. I could be the only thing that light ever shines for.”
She leans over you, her dark hair curtaining your face. Her scent is clean soap now, undercut by something deeper, warmer. “I started fucking you to prove a point. To myself. That I could have anything. That I could break anything. But you… you didn’t break. You bent. You fucking arched into it. You took every mean thing I said, every rough thing I did, and your eyes just got brighter.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “You loved it. You loved being my little toy.”
Her hand slides down to your chest, palm flat over your heart. “That’s why I’m hella obsessed with you. You’re not just fuckable. You’re fuckable and toyable and you revel in it. You’re a submissive little dream, and you were just sitting there, waiting for me to find you and ruin you.”
Her palm presses down, a claiming weight. “And I did. I ruined you for anyone else. I made you mine. My boy toy. My fuck toy. This?” Her other hand wraps around your cock, giving it a possessive squeeze. It’s soft, but it jumps at her touch. “This is my favorite toy. And no one else ever gets to play with it.”
The tenderness evaporates. Her grip on your throat tightens, not enough to cut off air, but enough to make your pulse hammer against her fingers. She brings her face inches from yours, her eyes blazing.
“If you ever fuck someone else but me,” she says, each word a chip of ice. “If you ever let another woman touch what’s mine…” She squeezes tighter. You gasp. “A nightmare will come for her. I will make her life a living hell. And you?” She releases your throat, only to sink her teeth into the side of your neck, hard.
The pain is sharp, bright. You cry out.
She sucks, brutal and thorough, leaving a throbbing, hot mark on your skin. Then she moves an inch, bites again. And again. Marking a trail of dark, possessive bruises along your pulse point, your shoulder.
“I won’t be fucking nice,” she breathes against the fresh, stinging ache. “I’ll just ruin you even more. I’ll tie you to this bed forever. I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Until the only word you know is mine.”
She kisses the last bite, her tongue soothing the ache she created. The whiplash is dizzying. “But you don’t want that, do you?” she murmurs, her lips moving against your skin. “You want to be good. You want to be my good toy.”
Her hands go to the silk scarves. She unties your ankles first, then your wrists. The blood rushes back, a prickling tide. You’re free, but you don’t move. You just look at her.
“On your knees,” she says, sitting back on the edge of the bed. “Face the floor. Show me you understand.”
You slide off the bed, your muscles protesting. The carpet is rough against your knees. You bow your head.
“Good.” You hear the slick sound of her fingers between her legs. She’s making herself wet. “Now crawl to me. Put your face between my legs and apologize. For making me doubt you.”
You crawl the short distance. The scent of her arousal, fresh and musky, fills your head. You nuzzle her inner thigh, then press your mouth to her cunt.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble against her folds.
“Louder.”
“I’m sorry.” You lick a slow stripe through her slit. She’s already soaked.
“For what, specifically?” Her hand tangles in your hair, not guiding, just holding.
“For smiling.” You lick again, lapping at her clit. She trembles. “For making you think I wanted anyone else.”
“And what are you?” she asks, her voice breathy.
“Yours.” You suck her clit into your mouth, fluttering your tongue.
“You’re what?”
“Yours!” You say it around her flesh, the vibration making her jerk. “Your toy. Your fuck toy.”
“My good fuck toy,” she corrects, grinding against your face. “Now get up here. I need your cock. I need to feel you inside me while I look at my marks on your neck.”
You climb onto the bed. She lies back, pulling you over her, guiding you between her legs. Her cunt is a slick, hot welcome. You sink into her, a slow, deep slide that makes you both groan.
She wraps her legs around your waist, her heels digging into your ass. “Look at me,” she commands.
You open your eyes. Her gaze is fierce, consuming.
“You see this?” She touches one of the darkening bruises on your neck. “This is my brand. Every time you look in a mirror, you’ll see it. You’ll remember who you fucking belong to.” She rolls her hips, taking you deeper. “Now fuck me. Fuck me like you’re trying to disappear inside me. Like you want to live in my cunt.”
You start to move. Long, deep strokes that push the air from her lungs. Each thrust jolts a soft “uh” from her lips. Her nails score down your back.
“That’s it,” she pants. “Use that cock. That’s my cock. Fuck me with it. Claim me back, you desperate thing. Show me you’re mine, too.”
The rhythm builds, frantic, wet, the sound obscene in the quiet room. She’s so tight, so hot, clenching around you with every inward plunge.
“I’m gonna come,” she warns, her eyes wild. “I’m gonna come all over your fucking dick. And you’re gonna fill me up. You’re gonna pump your filthy load so deep inside me it’ll never come out. Do it. Do it now.”
Her cunt spasms, a violent, fluttering grip that tears a ragged scream from her throat. The sensation unravels you. You drive into her one last, brutal time and erupt, a hot, endless flood that seems to pull your soul out through your cock.
You collapse, spent, but she locks her legs tight, keeping you buried to the hilt. Her inner muscles continue to pulse, milking the last weak spurts from you. The overstimulation is a sharp, sweet agony.
She holds you there for a long time, your sweat mingling, your hearts hammering against each other. Her fingers trace the bites on your neck.
“If you ever…,” she whispers, her voice raw, but the threat hangs unfinished, more desperate than menacing. Her body squeezes yours, a possessive, wordless continuation.
The silence after your climax is heavy, filled with the wet sound of your spent cock still pulsing inside her. Her legs remain locked around your waist, keeping you buried deep. Her fingertips trace the bruises on your neck, each touch a brand of remembrance.
She hums, a low, thoughtful sound. “Not enough.”
Her hands come up to frame your face, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown, but there’s a sharp, calculating focus in them now. The post-coital haze is burning off, replaced by that chilling intent you’ve come to dread and crave.
“One for every time your heart beats for someone else,” she whispers. “One for every stray glance. One for every fucking breath you take that isn’t for me.”
Her mouth finds your neck again, lower this time, where the collar of a shirt wouldn’t hide it. Her teeth sink in, not the sharp, punishing bite from before, but a slow, deliberate pressure that blooms into a deep, aching throb. She sucks, hard, pulling the blood to the surface. You can feel the skin bruising under her lips, a hot, possessive claim being stamped into your flesh. You groan, your oversensitive cock giving a feeble twitch inside her still-clenching cunt.
She releases with a wet pop, admiring the darkening mark. “Good. That’s one.”
She moves her mouth an inch to the left. Bites again. This one is sharper, making you gasp. She soothes it with her tongue, then sucks until you’re lightheaded. “Two.”
It becomes a ritual. A punishment. A claiming.
She works her way across the entire column of your throat, leaving no space untouched. Each bite is a controlled burst of pain that melts into a weird, full-bodied warmth. Each sucking pull draws a moan from you, a mixture of hurt and helpless arousal. Your cock, impossibly, begins to stir again inside her heated depths, fed by the sheer intensity of her focus.
“You’re getting hard,” she murmurs against a fresh, stinging mark over your Adam’s apple. Her voice is thick with satisfaction. “You’re getting hard while I ruin you. You love being my canvas, don’t you? My marked little fuckthing.”
“Yes,” you rasp, the word scraping your raw throat.
“What are you?” she asks, her lips moving against your skin.
“Yours.” It’s the only truth left.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours, Sohyun!”
She rewards you by grinding her hips up, taking your half-hard cock deeper, the movement making you both shudder. The friction is almost too much, a bright, slicing pleasure-pain.
She continues her work, moving to the other side of your neck. Her bites become less controlled, more frantic. She’s marking you with a hungry desperation now, as if she can brand her ownership right into your bones. The room fills with the soft, wet sounds of her mouth on your skin, your ragged breathing, the slick squeeze of her cunt as she subtly flexes around you.
“Look at you,” she pants, pulling back to survey the map of purpling bruises and red welts covering your throat. Her eyes are wild, gleaming with tears and triumph. “Look at what you’ve made me do. You’ve turned me into this… this animal. This needy, possessive cunt who has to paint her name on your skin so the whole world knows.”
She kisses the most tender spot, her tongue laving the ache. “But you like it. You love your animal. You love knowing my teeth are the last thing you’ll feel every night. My marks are the first thing you’ll see every morning.”
She rolls her hips again, a deliberate, grinding circle. Your cock is fully hard now, trapped and throbbing inside her. The overstimulation is a wildfire in your veins.
“You’re going to come again,” she states, her voice dropping to a guttural growl. “You’re going to come inside me again, with my fucking brands fresh on your neck. And you’re going to remember this feeling. This is the feeling of being owned.”
She starts to move, lifting her hips and slamming them back down. It’s a rough, demanding pace, fueled by her manic energy. Each thrust jams your cock against her deepest walls. Each descent makes the new bites on your neck pulse in time.
“Tell me,” she demands, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You!” The word is ripped from you.
“Who?”
“Sohyun! Fuck, Sohyun, I’m yours!”
“Every fucking inch?” She slams down, her cunt gripping you like a vise.
“Every inch!”
“Every drop of come?”
“Yes!”
“Every stupid, traitorous smile?”
“Yes! Everything! It’s all yours!”
Her rhythm breaks, becomes erratic, frantic. Her head falls back, a ragged scream building in her throat. The sight of her like this, coming apart, her throat exposed, her body milking yours—it detonates something deep in your gut.
You erupt with a force that whites out your vision, a hot, searing flood that feels endless. You pump into her, your hips stuttering, your whole body bowing with the force of it. She screams, her cunt convulsing around you in violent, fluttering waves, squeezing every last spurt from your pulsing cock.
You collapse onto her, but she doesn’t let you slip out. Her arms and legs lock around you, a living cage. She holds you inside, your spend trapped, your bodies fused. The only movement is the frantic rise and fall of her chest beneath yours and the aftershocks trembling through her core.
Minutes pass. The heat between you is a swamp. Your come leaks from around where you’re joined, a warm trickle you can both feel.
Her hand comes up, her fingers tracing the ravaged landscape of your neck with a feather-light touch. She lets out a shaky, triumphant laugh.
“Now,” she breathes into your ear, her voice raw and utterly certain. “Now and forevermore. You can’t hide this. You can’t explain this away. Everyone who sees you will know. They’ll know you’re claimed. They’ll know you’re ridden. They’ll know you belong to a jealous cunt who will fucking end anyone who tries to touch what’s hers.”
She squeezes her internal muscles, a slow, possessive pulse around your softening cock, making you whimper.
“AHAHAHA,” she laughs, the sound bright and unhinged and full of pure, terrifying joy.
Naughty Umji wants it to sting real bad. We give her what she wants.
Length 2.6K
Umji X Mreader
You looked around absent-mindedly at the shop’s goods. You had little interest in using what they had. Umji, on the other hand, was having a field day. She would be looking at one toy before getting distracted by another, and so on and so forth. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how excited she was. She had the most heart-warming smile as she looked at all her options. The sense of wonder she brought with her made this experience a little more bearable. She looked like a kid in a candy store, going from item to item, wanting everything without considering the price.
It was only when you reminded her of the budget she had that she came back down. It was hard to ruin her fantasy, but you knew it was necessary. Umji pout, her dream of owning all the toys ruined. It took her only a moment, though, to recover and get serious. She furrowed her brows and brought several toys together, lining them up and staring at them intently. She placed her hand under her chin and thought about what to choose, looking at the prices for each. Umji could at max get two or put all her money on one. You decided to look at her as she was deep in thought.
Umji was thinking about this so seriously that it was almost funny. You hadn’t thought it would be that serious to her, but it was. Umji was lost in thought as she looked at the toys before her. In her lineup, she had a ridiculously priced riding crop, one that you thought was way too much for what it was. A flogger, which was much more reasonably priced, a vibrator, which you didn’t know much about, but going by the box, it was high quality, and a bondage set that included rope, handcuffs, and other bindings.
She considers her options carefully, and in the end, she grabs the bondage set and the flogger. She holds the toys close to herself, one in each arm. “Come on, let’s go!” Umji chirped, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the front. Your girlfriend is practically jumping for joy as you buy her toys. It was a slight exaggeration, but Umji was hopping from one foot to the other as the payment went through. Once she heard the receipt being printed out, she grabbed the bag and began skipping to the door.
You lag behind her and get into a short jog to catch up with her. “You couldn’t wait for me?”
“We need to get home!” She whined, “We need to try them!”
“They aren’t going anywhere, you know.”
“Yeah, but I’ve been waiting for this.” Umji reaches into the bag and pulls out the flogger, the many tassels going back and forth as she shakes it in her hand. “I’ve never had one like this.” Umji stops in her tracks and shakes the flogger at you. It’s slightly amusing to see her try to prove her point by shaking the toy at you. You relent and give in to her wishes.
Happy with her win, Umji jumps into the car, and as you drive home, you steal glances at her. Every time you do, she’s rummaging around in her bag, looking through the things that came in the bondage set. Sometimes she’s feeling the rope, sometimes you hear the clanging of the handcuffs. Each time, a small giggle escapes Umji’s lips. Once at your home, Umji rushes out of the car and inside. You take your time following behind Umji, and when you’re finally inside your home, you find her stripping down, her shirt and bra already on the floor while she steps out of her panties and leggings.
The sight of Umji’s bare body is enough to get you hard. She might not have a big chest, but the rest of her more than made up for it. Her small waist and big hips were quite a sight, especially from behind, where you could see her pale cheeks. Umji turns her head, a slight blush on her cheeks. She turns her body towards you; her inner thighs are already slick and glistening with her nectar. The next thing you notice is her wrists. Your eyes had wandered up from her puffy lips to see her hands covering her chest, but what stuck out to you was the metal handcuffs around her wrists. Umji takes shy steps toward you, lowering her head and pressing herself against you. “I’ve been a bad girl today.” Umji lifts her head, pouting slightly, “I need Daddy to punish me.” Umji rubs your bulge gently, her eyes pleading with you to fuck her. You run your fingertip down Umji’s spine. She shivers against you, eyes shutting as you hold her waist.
“How badly do you want to be punished?”
Umji bites her lip, “I really want you to punish me.”
“Yeah? What do you want me to do?”
Umji gets on her tiptoes and gets by your ear, “I’ve been a very naughty girl, I need you to ruin me.” Umji places her hands on your waist for support. “Spank me, whip me, choke me. Do whatever you want. I need you to make it hurt.”
“You’re starting to sound like a little whore,” you respond. Umji smiles at that, the degradation arousing her further. Your hands move lower and knead Umji’s soft ass, the full cheeks filling your hands. Umji moans softly, her eyes shutting as she enjoys your touch.
“I am a little whore, Daddy’s little whore.” She moans as you lift her. Umji clings to you, her arms grabbing at your shirt while her legs wrap around your waist. You make sure to take the rest of her gift with you as you walk to the bedroom. Umji nuzzles against you, smiling as she grows more and more excited about her punishment.
You toss the toys onto the bed before placing Umji down, legs still wrapped around you, and you press your lips against hers. Your hands move to her shapely legs, gripping them tightly as you explore her mouth. You stay with her until you run out of breath; only then do you pull away. You strip out of your clothes and rub your cock against Umji’s wet slit, teasing her by not putting it in. She reaches for you, her handcuffed arms pressed against each other as she whines for you to put it in.
You didn’t intend on doing that, however. You pull away from Umji and turn her around, her head hanging off the bed’s edge. You slap your cock against her face. After the first few smacks, she opens her mouth, letting you smack it against her tongue. You slide into Umji’s mouth, her throat expanding as your cock makes its way inside. You bury yourself in her throat, your balls resting against her nose as you stay inside. You enjoy the tightness of her throat, all the more when Umji starts humming. That’s your signal to start moving. You drag every inch out of Umji before ramming your way back inside. Umji reaches for her slit, rubbing it softly as your cock slides down her throat. The young woman struggles to breathe as you drive your cock in and out of her; she loves it all the same, though. Umji’s eyes begin to water as she runs out of breath, and the moment you pull out, she coughs and tries to fill her lungs with air. In the next breath, though, she’s begging for you to stuff her mouth again.
Umji’s body burns with desire. She moves her tongue around your cock as you drive it back inside. You lean forward, wrapping one hand around her throat, turning it into a fleshlight while the other moves Umji’s away from her slit. “Dirty bitch,” you grunt, your hand delivering a light slap to her slit. Umji’s toes curl from the impact; the pain was delicious. Her hips rise from the bed, a silent plea for another smack. You give it to her, smacking her cunt once more. Umji moans around your cock, and she smiles, waves of pleasure crashing against her every second. She was in heaven.
Umji welcomed every thrust down her throat; the fact that you had a grip on it, too, only made it feel better. She loved it when you treated her like a toy. She was your little fleshlight, and she’d say as much if your cock weren’t down her throat this very moment. The only thing that could make this better was the ability to touch herself, but you had already denied that with delicious spanks to her cunt. For now, Umji kept her hands to her chest, subtly pinching and twisting her nipples. Umji was so close to cumming, she just needed a little more. She raised her hips again, hoping you would give her another slap. When you didn’t, she reached down to touch herself. Before she could, though, you delivered a hard strike. Umji shuts her eyes as she cums, her nectar squirting out. You slow down your thrusts and pull out, giving Umji the chance to breathe, her face coated in her own slobber. Umji lies there, hands rubbing her slit as she basks in her orgasm.
As she rolls onto her stomach, you grab Umji by the throat, “Is my dirty little princess enjoying her punishment?”
Umji nods and smiles. “It felt so good.”
You pat Umji’s cheek and move your other hand to her ass, “Raise that ass up, baby.” Umji follows your orders, arching her back and raising her ass. You walk around Umji and climb onto the bed, your hands massaging the firm pieces of flesh. You bring your hand back and slap her ass, watching it jiggle. You hit the other cheek and watch it jiggle too—Umji moans with every hit, enjoying the roughness. You rub your hand against Umji’s ass, making her expect another smack. Umji places her head on her hands, waiting for the hit to come.
She cries out, gritting her teeth as you smack her with the flogger, the sting of the tassels remaining on her ass. “Oh fuck!” Umji presses her head against the bed, “Fuck, hit me again. Whip this ass,” She moaned, almost frothing at the mouth. You hold Umji in place with one hand and strike her ass, alternating cheeks. Umji moans with every smack, feeling every tassel as it smacks against her.
“Who’s a dirty slut?”
“I’m a dirty slut,” she replies. “Fuck!” She shouts as you smack her ass again.
“Say it again.”
“I’m a dirty slut.” You smack Umji with the whip again, her ass turning bright red from all the hits. Umji was gripping the bed sheets tightly; she could almost cum from the beating, almost. Umji shook her ass for you, wanting you to fuck her. That would be the thing that makes her cum. You put the flogger down for a moment and rub your cock against her wet entrance. “Mmm, fuck. Daddy, fuck your dirty slut.” You whip her for her words. Umji smiles at the pain; it makes her feel good. “That’s it, Daddy, punish me. Fuck me, whip me, use me until I can’t walk for a week.” You ram your length into Umji. She moans loudly, “Fuck me, Daddy,” the room echoing her voice as you thrust into Umji. Her soft ass bounces against you, your grip her ass, whipping the other cheek. Umji buries her head in her hands, trying to hold back her moans as she gets closer to her climax.
“You’re just a dumb whore, aren’t you? You enjoy being whipped and bound like this, masochistic slut.”
“I am!” Umji shouts, “I love being whipped, I love being bound. I love being treated like a little fuckdoll.” As you continue thrusting, Umji nears her climax, her walls clamping down on your cock. You drop the flogger and snake your arm around Umji. It rises between her tits, and your hand wraps around her neck. You drive your cock into Umji and tighten your grip. She whines and presses her ass against you as she cums on your cock.
As Umji cums you snake your other hand to her slit, and lightly pinch her clit. Electricity shoots through Umji’s body, and she cums again, body stiffening as you bury yourself inside. “You’re my dirty little slut.” You whisper to her. Umji could barely hear you, her mind lost in a world of pleasure as waves of it continued to crash over her. “A dumb bitch who loves being treated like a toy. I bet you want my cum, right? You want to be my cum-filled fleshlight.”
“Cum-filled,” Umji mumbles back. “Cum inside me, Daddy. Cum inside your favorite Fleshlight.” Umji says through heavy breaths. You rub Umji’s cheek and lean back, forcing her to lie on top of you. You spread her legs apart and start moving again. Umji moans freely, her body tingling from the constant pleasure crashing against her. You squeeze her soft mounds as you fuck her, your cock ramming against her womb as you increase the roughness. As she moans, you reach down and smack her cunt again. “Fuck. Daddy.” She whines her sensitive body coming to another orgasm. Umji’s core was being needled by pleasure, making it tighter and tighter as you slid in and out of her slick walls. Another smack to her cunt, makes Umji’s legs shake. You continue to wreck Umji, your thrusts speeding up and moving like a piston while your smacks speed up. Umji’s voice wavers as her walls clamp down around you again. You turn Umji’s head and kiss her as you bury yourself inside. You rub her clit in small circles as she cums with you. Her head spins as you fill her cunt with semen. It overflows from her tight cunt, spewing out despite your cock still plugging her. When you break the kiss, Umji’s tongue hangs out of her mouth. She’s completely lost to the pleasure.
You search through Umji’s bag for the key to the handcuffs and take them off her before pulling out. You lay Umji on her side, letting her rest and see her ass the bright red handprints along with the marks from the flogger. “Mmm, taking a look at your work, Daddy?” She mumbles before rolling to her back. Umji spreads her legs and brings her hands to her slit, spreading her puffy lips. Your cum leaks from her cunt as she lies back. “You did this, too.” Umji is happy with the results of the toys and takes a deep breath before glancing at your slick cock, “Daddy needs to be cleaned up.”
Umji crawls to it and wraps her lips around the tip, bobbing her head slowly, her tongue lovingly licking every drop of cum and nectar off it. She focuses on the head, sucking on it gently, her cheeks hollowing as she takes her time.
When it comes time to move to the shaft, she runs her lips across it, taking small nibbles as she laps up what’s on it. “Daddy’s cock is so good,” She says quietly. Stroking the areas that she’s already cleaned. Umji rubs the tip against her lips as she gets distracted for a moment, “Your cock, your big strong hands, the way you treat me like the little slut I am…” Umji loses her train of thought and goes back to cleaning you, dragging her tongue along the base of your shaft. Once Umji is finished, she lies back beside you, placing her head on your chest. “Let’s do this again. We have so many other things we can try.”
“Sure, sure, we’ll do them, once your ass is better.”
counts: ~4,300 words
tags: fluff, passionate, cowgirl, standing sex, oral play, missionary, etc.
You come home after a long, shitty day at work. Your boss yelled at you for no reason, the traffic was a nightmare, and your head is pounding like a drum.
You slam the door a bit too hard, tossing your keys on the table. The apartment smells like fresh food—Chaeyeon must be cooking again. She's always doing that, trying to make things better for you.
"Hey, babe," her voice calls from the kitchen. It's soft and warm, like a hug. You walk in and there she is, your girlfriend Chaeyeon, stirring something on the stove.
She's wearing a tight tank top that hugs her big, busty chest, and those short shorts that show off her curvy hips and thick thighs. Her long black hair is tied back, and she turns to you with that bright smile. "Rough day? You look like you need to unwind."
You nod, dropping into a chair. "Yeah, it sucked. Everything went wrong. I just want to forget about it."
She turns off the stove and comes over, her hips swaying as she walks. Chaeyeon's body is all curves—big tits that strain against her top, a round ass that you can't keep your eyes off, and that soft belly that feels so good when you hold her.
She slides onto your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck. Her warmth presses against you, and you can feel her heavy breasts against your chest. "Tell me about it," she says, kissing your forehead. "I'm here for you. Let it all out."
You sigh, your hands automatically going to her waist. "The meeting was a disaster. My ideas got shot down, and then the client called screaming. I feel like quitting."
"Aw, baby," she murmurs, her fingers running through your hair. "You're so smart and hardworking. They don't deserve you. But you know what? You're home now. With me. Let me help you relax." She shifts on your lap, grinding a little, and you feel yourself getting hard already.
Chaeyeon notices and giggles. "See? Your body's already unwinding."
You chuckle weakly. "You're too good to me, Chae."
She leans in, her lips brushing your ear. "That's what girlfriends are for. Now, come on. Dinner can wait. Let's go to the bedroom." She stands up, taking your hand, and pulls you along. Her ass bounces with each step, and you follow like a puppy.
In the bedroom, she pushes you onto the bed gently. "Lie down," she says. "Let me take care of you." You do as she says, watching as she peels off her tank top.
Her massive tits spill out, nipples already hard and pink. They're so full and heavy, jiggling as she moves. "Like what you see?" she teases, cupping them in her hands.
"Fuck yes," you say, your voice rough. "You're perfect."
She smiles and climbs onto the bed, straddling you. Her curvy body hovers over yours, and she starts unbuttoning your shirt. "I love making you feel better. Remember last week when you were stressed? I sucked you off until you forgot your own name." Her hands slide down to your pants, unzipping them. "Want that again?"
You groan as she pulls out your cock, already throbbing. "God, Chae, yes. But I want more. I want all of you."
She strokes you slowly, her soft hand gripping tight. "Mmm, tell me what you need. Use your words, babe."
"I need to fuck you," you say, reaching up to squeeze her tits. They're so soft, overflowing in your palms. "I need to bury myself in your pussy and forget everything."
Chaeyeon moans softly at your touch. "Yeah? You want this wet pussy? It's all yours." She stands up briefly, shimmying out of her shorts. No panties underneath—her shaved pussy is glistening, lips puffy and ready. Her thighs are thick, rubbing together as she moves. "See how wet I am for you? Just thinking about helping you unwind gets me like this."
She climbs back on, positioning herself over your cock. "Ready?" she asks, her eyes locked on yours.
You nod.
She sinks down slowly, her tight heat enveloping you inch by inch. "Oh fuck, you're so big," she gasps, her big tits bouncing as she adjusts. "Fills me up perfect." She starts moving, up and down, her curvy ass slapping against your thighs. The room fills with wet sounds and her moans.
You grab her hips, thrusting up to meet her. "That's it, Chae. Fuck, you feel amazing."
"Tell me more," she pants, grinding her clit against you. "What else happened today? Let it out while I fuck you."
You laugh breathlessly. "The traffic... ah, shit... some idiot cut me off. Almost crashed."
"Poor baby," she coos, leaning down so her tits press against your chest. She kisses you deep, tongue sliding in. "But now you're inside me. Doesn't that feel better?"
"Hell yes," you say, flipping her over suddenly. Now you're on top, pounding into her. Her legs wrap around you, her curvy body jiggling with each thrust. "You're my everything, Chae. Always there for me."
She arches her back, moaning loud. "Yes, yes! Fuck me harder. Use me to unwind. Cum inside me if you want."
You speed up, the bed creaking. Her pussy clenches around you, so wet and hot. "I'm close," you warn.
"Me too," she whimpers. "Oh god, right there. Your cock is hitting my spot."
You reach down, rubbing her clit. "Cum for me, baby."
She screams your name, her body shaking as she orgasms. Her tits heave, and her pussy milks you tight. That's all it takes—you explode inside her, filling her up with hot cum.
You collapse beside her, both panting. She cuddles into you, her soft curves molding against your body. "Feel better?" she asks, tracing circles on your chest.
"Yeah," you say, kissing her forehead. "You always know how to fix me."
But the night isn't over. After a few minutes, Chaeyeon sits up, her tits still flushed. "Want a shower? I can wash you... and maybe more."
You grin. "Lead the way."
In the bathroom, steam fills the air as the water runs hot. Chaeyeon steps under the spray first, her body glistening. Water runs down her big breasts, over her curvy belly, and between her thighs. "Come in," she says, beckoning.
You join her, pulling her close. "You're insatiable."
"For you? Always." She grabs the soap, lathering up her hands. "Let me clean you." She starts with your chest, then lower, stroking your cock until it's hard again. "Oops," she says innocently. "Look what happened."
You push her against the wall, lifting one of her thick legs. "My turn to take control."
She gasps as you slide back into her. "Yes, fuck me standing. Pound my pussy."
The water makes everything slippery, her ass pressing back against you as you thrust deep. "You love this, don't you?" you growl.
"I love you," she moans. "Love being your slutty girlfriend. Use me anytime."
You fuck her harder, her tits slapping wetly. Dialog flows between thrusts: "Tell me you're mine," you say.
"All yours," she replies. "My big tits, my ass, my tight cunt—yours to unwind with."
You cum again, this time pulling out to shoot on her belly. She rubs it in, smiling. "Mmm, love your cum."
After the shower, you both dry off and head back to bed. Chaeyeon curls up naked beside you, her head on your chest. "Talk to me," she says softly. "What's really bothering you? Work's not everything."
You open up more, telling her about your fears of failing, of not being good enough. She listens, nodding. "Babe, you're amazing. I've seen you overcome so much. Remember when you lost that job last year? You bounced back stronger. And I'll always be here, supporting you. Through the bad days and the good."
Her words warm you inside. "What did I do to deserve you?"
She laughs. "Just be you. Now, let's plan something fun. Weekend getaway? Just us, no stress."
You talk late into the night, her curvy body pressed close. She shares her day too—how she missed you, thought about you while shopping for lingerie. "Want to see?" she asks, jumping up to model a new set. It's red lace, barely containing her busty figure.
"Damn, Chae," you say. "You're killing me."
She poses, twirling. "For you to unwind in. Anytime."
The night ends with slow, gentle sex—missionary, face to face, lots of kisses and whispers. "I love you," you say as you cum together.
"I love you too," she replies, holding you tight.
As you drift off, you feel truly unwound. Chaeyeon's always there, your rock, your lover, your everything. Tomorrow will be better because of her.
You come home late one night, the weight of the world crushing you. Work was a total shitshow—deadlines missed, arguments with coworkers, and your boss dumping more crap on your plate. Your mind's racing, muscles tense like steel cables. You need release, something to drown out the noise.
Chaeyeon greets you at the door, her curvy body wrapped in a loose robe that barely hides her big tits and thick hips. Her long hair's down, framing her pretty face, and she pulls you into a hug right away.
"Babe, you look wrecked," she says, her voice full of concern. She presses her busty chest against you, soft and warm. "What happened? Tell me everything."
You bury your face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Just... everything. I can't even think straight. I need you, Chae. Badly."
She tilts your chin up, her eyes searching yours. "I'm here. Always. What do you need? A massage? Food? Or..." She smiles knowingly, her hand sliding down to your crotch, feeling the tension there. "Something more intimate?"
You grab her hand, guiding it firmer. "I want to eat you out. Lose myself in you. Taste every part of your pussy until I forget my name."
Her cheeks flush, but she nods eagerly. "Mmm, yeah? You wanna devour me? I'm all yours. Let's go to the couch—more room to spread out." She leads you to the living room, shedding her robe on the way.
Naked now, her body on full display: massive breasts swaying, nipples perky from the cool air, her curvy waist leading to wide hips and that plump ass you love grabbing. Between her thick thighs, her pussy peeks out—shaved smooth, lips already a bit swollen from anticipation.
You push her gently onto the couch, her legs parting as she leans back against the cushions. "Lie back, baby," you say, your voice rough with need. "Let me see all of you."
Chaeyeon bites her lip, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy opens up like a flower, pink and glistening. The outer lips are full and puffy, framing the inner folds that are slick with her arousal.
You kneel between her thighs, your hands on her knees, pushing them farther apart. "God, look at you," you murmur. "So wet already. I haven't even touched you."
She giggles softly, her big tits rising with her breath. "Thinking about you stressing out... it turns me on, knowing I can fix it. Touch me, babe. Play with my pussy. Make it yours."
You lean in closer, your breath hot on her skin. Her scent hits you—musky and sweet, making your mouth water. You start slow, your fingers tracing the outer lips first. They're soft, plump, yielding under your touch as you spread them gently. "These folds... so perfect," you say, your voice low. "I love how they hide your secrets."
Chaeyeon moans, her hips shifting. "Tease me more. Describe it. I love hearing you talk dirty."
You oblige, your thumb circling the hood of her clit without touching it yet. It's swollen, peeking out like a little pearl. "Your outer lips are so thick, Chae. They feel like velvet. And inside..." You dip a finger along the inner folds, slick with her juices.
They're delicate, ruffled edges quivering as you stroke them up and down. "These inner ones are all pink and wavy, like petals. Wet as fuck. I can see your hole clenching already, begging for attention."
"Oh shit," she whispers, her hand reaching down to tangle in your hair. "Keep going. Eat me now. I need your tongue."
You can't wait anymore. You dive in, your tongue flat and broad, licking from her entrance up to her clit in one long stroke. Her taste explodes—tangy, salty-sweet, coating your mouth. "Fuck, you taste amazing," you groan against her. "Like honey mixed with sin."
Chaeyeon arches her back, her curvy body trembling. "Yes! Lick my folds, babe. Every one."
You focus on the details, savoring her. Your tongue traces the outer lips first, lapping at the smooth skin, sucking gently on one side then the other. They puff up more under your attention, warm and slick. Then you move inward, flicking along the ruffled inner folds. They're so sensitive—she gasps each time you swirl around them, teasing the edges where they meet her entrance. You spread her wider with your fingers, exposing every crease, every hidden spot. "These little folds here," you say between licks, "they're so responsive. Twitching when I touch them."
"Mmm, don't stop," she pants, her thick thighs squeezing your head lightly. "Play with my clit too. Suck it."
You obey, your lips closing around her clit. It's hard now, throbbing as you suckle it gently, then harder. Your tongue flicks the tip while your fingers explore lower, dipping into her hole just enough to feel it pulse.
Juices drip down your chin, and you lap them up greedily, tracing back along her perineum before returning to her folds. You use your fingers to part the inner lips fully, revealing the glossy pink inside, and you tongue-fuck her shallowly, feeling the walls clench.
Chaeyeon’s moans fill the room, raw and needy. "Babe, that’s it! Finger me while you eat. Stretch my pussy."
You slide two fingers in, curling them against her G-spot as your mouth works her clit and folds. Her body jiggles—big tits bouncing, curvy belly quivering. "You’re so tight," you say, pulling back for a breath. "These walls gripping me. And your folds... I could play with them all night." You nibble lightly on the inner ones, tugging with your lips, then soothe with long licks.
She grabs her own breasts, squeezing them hard. "I’m close already. Your mouth feels so good. Tell me how much you love it."
"I fucking love your pussy, Chae," you growl, diving back in. "Every fold, every drop. It’s my escape." You alternate: sucking her clit, tracing folds with your tongue, fingering deep. Her hips buck, grinding against your face.
"Yes, yes! Eat it raw, babe. Make me cum on your tongue."
You intensify, your free hand playing with her outer lips, pinching and rubbing while your mouth devours the inner ones. She cries out, her body convulsing as orgasm hits. Juices flood your mouth, sweet and abundant, and you drink it all, licking every fold clean as she shakes.
After, she pulls you up, kissing you deeply, tasting herself. "Holy shit, that was intense," she says, breathless. "You really needed that, huh? Feel better?"
You nod, still hard and aching. "A bit. But I’m not done with you yet."
She smiles wickedly, her curvy form glistening with sweat. "Good. Because I want you inside me now. Fuck the stress out."
You flip her onto her hands and knees, her plump ass up, pussy still dripping. "Look at that view," you say, spanking her lightly. "Ass so round, pussy still swollen from my mouth."
Chaeyeon wiggles back. "Take it. Pound me until you’re empty."
You thrust in deep, her heat enveloping you. The rhythm builds—hard, fast, her moans mixing with yours. "Tell me about your day," she says between thrusts. "Let it out while you fuck me."
You do, ranting about the bullshit at work as you grip her hips, watching her tits swing. She listens, encouraging: "That’s right, babe. Use my body. I’m your stress reliever."
It goes on—positions change: her riding you, tits in your face; then missionary, legs over your shoulders. Dialog flows: "Deeper," she begs. "Fill me up." You cum hard inside her, collapsing together.
Later, cuddled naked, she strokes your back. "Better now?" she asks softly.
"Yeah," you admit. "You always know how to unwind me."
She kisses you. "That’s what I’m here for. Anytime you need to eat me out or anything else—I’m yours."
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Chaeyeon's curvy body curled up against you. You wake up groggy, the stress from yesterday still lingering like a bad aftertaste. Your mind's already racing—emails to answer, meetings to prep for.
But Chaeyeon stirs, her warm, busty frame pressed tight against your side, one thick thigh draped over yours. Her big tits are squished against your arm, soft and heavy, and her hand lazily traces your chest.
"Morning, babe," she mumbles, her voice husky with sleep. She notices the tension in your jaw and props herself up on one elbow, her breasts swaying slightly. "You're still stressed, aren't you? I can tell." Her hand slides lower, grazing your stomach, then further down, finding you half-hard already. "Let me fix that before you face the day."
You groan softly, already feeling the heat building. "Chae, you don't have to—"
"Shh," she cuts you off, her lips curling into a naughty smile. "I want to. You need this." She shifts, her naked body sliding down the bed until her face is level with your cock. Her hair spills over your thighs, tickling your skin. "Look at you, already getting hard for me," she teases, her breath hot against you. "I love how your body reacts."
She starts with a kiss, soft lips pressing against the tip. "Mmm, morning wood's the best," she says, her tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe up your shaft. You twitch, and she giggles. "Sensitive already? Good." Her hand wraps around the base, stroking gently as her mouth works the head, sucking lightly. Her big eyes lock onto yours, watching your reaction. "Tell me how it feels," she murmurs, her lips brushing your skin.
"Fuck, Chae, it's so good," you manage, your voice rough. "Your mouth's so warm."
She hums in approval, taking you deeper. Her lips stretch around you, wet and tight, as she bobs her head slowly. Her tongue swirls along the underside, teasing every inch. "I love sucking you off," she says, pulling back for a moment, a string of spit connecting her lips to your cock. "Makes me wet just hearing you moan." Her hand keeps stroking, slow and firm, while she talks. "You want me to keep going or switch things up?"
"Keep going," you say, gripping the sheets. "But I want your hands too. And… your tits."
Her eyes light up. "Oh, you're greedy this morning." She shifts, sitting up slightly, her massive breasts bouncing as she moves. She spits on her hand, slicking it up, and starts jerking you off with a steady rhythm. Her grip is perfect—tight but not too much, twisting slightly at the top. "Like this?" she asks, her thumb rubbing over the tip, spreading precum.
"Yeah, just like that," you groan, watching her curvy body in motion. Her tits jiggle with each stroke, and you can't take your eyes off them—full, round, with pink nipples hard from arousal.
She notices your stare and smirks. "You want these too, huh?" She leans forward, letting her breasts hang over your cock. "Let me give you a proper titjob." She presses her big tits together, trapping your cock between them. The softness is unreal, like sinking into warm pillows. She starts moving, sliding them up and down, her cleavage swallowing you whole. "Fuck, your cock looks so good between my tits," she says, her voice low and dirty. "So hard, all slick from my mouth."
You thrust up slightly, meeting her movements. "Goddamn, Chae, you're killing me. They're so soft."
"Thought you'd like that," she says, squeezing her breasts tighter around you. She sticks out her tongue, licking the tip of your cock each time it peeks out from her cleavage. "Tell me what's stressing you out. Let it go while I make you feel good."
You exhale hard, trying to focus. "Just… work again. Another deadline today. My team's slacking, and I'm carrying it all."
She slows her titjob, her hands still working your shaft between her breasts. "Babe, you're too good at your job to let this break you. You'll crush that deadline. And your team? They're lucky to have you." She speeds up again, her tits bouncing now, making wet sounds as they rub against your slick cock. "But right now, you're mine. Focus on me."
You do, your eyes locked on her body—her curvy waist, the way her thighs press together as she kneels over you, probably getting wetter by the second. "Chae, I need your mouth again," you say, voice strained.
She grins, releasing her tits and diving back down. Her lips wrap around you, sucking hard this time, her hand still jerking the base. She's messy now, spit dripping down your balls, her tongue working every sensitive spot. "Mmm, you taste so good," she slurs between sucks. "Cum in my mouth, babe. I want it."
You're close, the combination of her hand, her lips, and the memory of her tits pushing you to the edge. "Chae, I'm gonna—"
"Do it," she urges, pulling back just enough to stroke you fast, her lips parted, tongue out. "Cum all over my face if you want."
That sends you over. You explode, the first shot hitting her tongue, then more spilling across her lips and chin. She moans, pumping you through it, milking every drop. "Fuck, yes," she says, licking her lips clean, swallowing what she caught. "So much cum for me."
You collapse back, panting, the stress already fading. Chaeyeon crawls up, her busty body pressing against you as she kisses you softly. You taste yourself on her lips, and it's filthy but perfect. "Better now?" she asks, nuzzling your neck.
"Much," you say, pulling her close. Her big tits squash against your chest, and you feel her heartbeat. "You're too good to me."
"Nah," she says, tracing your jaw. "I just love you. And I love making you cum like that." She giggles, her hand drifting back down. "Want another round? I can ride you this time."
You laugh, already feeling your cock twitch again. "Give me five minutes. Then I'm fucking you senseless."
She grins, rolling onto her back, her curvy body spread out invitingly. "Deal. But don't keep me waiting too long."
You talk more as you catch your breath, her supportive words easing your mind. She tells you about her morning—how she was thinking of you while picking out a new bra, one she'll model for you later. "It's lacy and barely holds these," she says, cupping her tits playfully. "You'll love it."
The stress melts away, replaced by her warmth, her dirty talk, her love. Chaeyeon's your escape, your everything, and this morning proves it again.
It's finally your day off, a rare Saturday with no work, no emails, no bullshit. The stress of the past week is still there, but Chaeyeon's made it her mission to erase it entirely. You wake up to her soft lips kissing your neck, her curvy body already pressed against you, naked and warm under the sheets. Her big tits are squashed against your chest, her thick thighs tangled with yours. "Morning, babe," she whispers, her hand already teasing your cock, stroking slow. "No work today. That means I get you all day."
You grin, already hard. "All day? You sure?"
She laughs, climbing on top, her heavy breasts swaying. "Oh, I'll show you." She slides down onto you, her tight pussy taking you in one smooth motion. "Fuck, you're so hard already," she moans, starting to ride you, her ass bouncing against your thighs. "We're gonna fuck all day, babe."
And you do. The morning kicks off with her riding you until you both cum, her tits jiggling wildly, her dirty talk filling the air. "Fill my pussy," she begs, and you do, groaning as she milks you dry. After a quick breakfast—her in nothing but an apron, teasing you with flashes of her curvy ass—you bend her over the kitchen counter, fucking her hard while she grips the edge, moaning your name. "Harder, babe! Make me your slut all day!"
By noon, you're in the shower, her soapy tits pressed against you as she jerks you off, then drops to her knees for another blowjob, water cascading over her busty frame. "Cum on my face again," she says, and you paint her lips and chin, watching her lick it off with a grin.
The afternoon's a blur—doggy style on the couch, her thick thighs spread wide as you pound her, then missionary on the floor, her legs over your shoulders. "You love this pussy, don't you?" she pants, her folds glistening as you tease her clit between thrusts. "It's all yours." You lose count of how many times you cum, but she's insatiable, always ready for more, her curvy body your playground.
By evening, you're both spent, sprawled on the bed. She's cuddled against you, her big tits pressed to your side, one hand lazily stroking your softened cock. "Feel better now?" she asks, kissing your cheek. 'No stress left, right?"
You nod, pulling her closer. "You're fucking amazing, Chae. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She smiles, her eyes soft. "You don't have to find out. I'm here, always. Ready to fuck you silly or just hold you when you need it." She kisses you deeply, her tongue slow and sweet. "Today was perfect. Let's do it again tomorrow."
You laugh, already feeling lighter than you have in weeks. Chaeyeon's your everything—your lover, your escape, your home. The day ends with her in your arms, the stress long gone, replaced by her warmth and love.
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A/N: brought back based on popular demand. a new, very silly and kinda same same but very different version from the one i wrote based on @monkebearness's ask back then. everyone thank @ducktoo for making me rewrite this piece.
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You stood in the middle of your new apartment, out of breath but happy with your accomplishment. Boxes everywhere, clothes still in bags… Everything was a pain in the ass to move upstairs since the elevator was closed for maintenance. For the first time in a while, you didn’t feel like you were life’s punching bag. You actually did something. It wasn’t much, just a tiny villa unit in Mangwon-dong; not spacious but at least you had your own space, that was one thing to be proud of. Letting out a loud groan, you looked at your phone.
08:21 PM
Man, I’m starving.
You hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. There wasn't anything in the fridge yet except for a pack of water bottles and some banana milk. You would fill the fridge with proper food and ingredients tomorrow. Tonight was the night to go out for something hot and easy. You figured you deserved it all after all this. The stress, the move, the weeks of saving up and torturing your life into this place. You grabbed your wallet and your phone, slipped into your slides then walked outside. That was when you saw a woman.
She was sitting in front of the door across from yours, knees pulled to her chest and her head down. She was crying, so naturally you thought she was just locked out; it also sounded like she was trying hard not to make any noise but the helpless sound just slipped out anyway. But then you noticed how her hand trembled every time she reached for the doorlock. Denied. Denied. She was barely holding it together now.
Should I help her?
You were quite an introvert, therefore comforting strangers wasn’t really your thing. But leaving a woman alone like this didn’t feel right either. So you crouched down, voice low not to scare her when you spoke.
“Excuse me… Are you okay?”
She flinched and paused for a few seconds before wiping at her face messily with the sleeve of hoodie. Now that you got a clearer look of her face, the woman was gorgeous even in this state. And the moles directly under her eye instantly took your attention away. Once you notice them, you couldn’t look at anything else.
Wow…
Her lips trembled as she tried to press them together, and her hands kept shaking. You then cleared your throat softly, eyes back to the door lock.
“You’re using the fingerprint one, right?”.
Her head barely moved as she nodded, so you leaned in to check the side of the lock.
“Looks like it activated the anti break in thingy. Might happen if you try too many times. Can I…?”
She sniffed a few times before silently shifting to the side. You played around and found the tiny reset switch that people didn’t know was there.
Beep Beep
“Okay. Should be fine now.”
Her hand hovered in the air for a second before she pressed her finger to the sensor.
“Thank you…”
Her shoulder finally loosened as a familiar tune played when the door finally unlocked. You straightened up, stepping back a little on your knees to give her some space.
“Ah, no problem… Are you okay now?”
Well, that did it. Asking people if they were okay always seemed to do the opposite. Her breath suddenly caught as her eyes flooded again, much more vulnerable this time. She reached out to grab your t-shirt before you could even process what was going on and pulled you down toward her like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She pressed her face into your chest, body shaking. Having never ever been in this type of scenario before, you didn’t know what to do, hands hovering awkwardly in the air before slowly coming down to rest on her back, patting her there gently. You chose to stay there for her and let her cry. A lump formed in your throat but you swallowed it back.
“It’s okay… I’m here. I’m here.”
The hallway was quiet until someone had to walk past. Perfect timing. One of the guys from the floor above glanced your way, slowing down and raising his eyebrows at the scene.
“Hi… uh– nothing to see here.” you gave a small wave at him before patting the girl on the back again.
The guy blinked and nodded before shuffling past like he saw nothing. Kneeling in the hallway, holding a girl you didn’t even know; what a way to spend your first day at your new place. Her shoulders kept trembling, with sharp breaths going in and out. You weren’t sure what else to do next so you just slowly lifted a hand and patted her on the head. She then nuzzled even closer into your shoulder, hands still clutching your t-shirt. A few minutes then passed just like that, quiet except for her crying and breathing. Eventually, the girl pulled back and wiped at her face.
“Are you… okay?”
She nodded and stayed silent for a few seconds. Her eyes were a little clearer when she looked back at you.
“What is your–”
She sniffled, asking again softly.
“What is your name?”
Cute.
Letting out a quiet breath, you loosened your hold on her slowly like you were afraid she would break down again when you let go completely. You told her your name before asking her the same question.
“And… you?”
She wiped under her eyes with her sleeve, a smile barely on her lips.
“I’m Park Sohyun.”
“Okay… Park Sohyun-ssi.”
You scratched your neck, still awkward in your spot.
“Are you feeling a bit better now?”
“Ah, yes, yes... Thank you.”
Sohyun let out a relieved sound. She then stood up and bowed her head a little. When you finally stood up, Sohyun turned and tapped her door to walk inside. You stood in the hallway for another second, staring at her door. Your shirt smelled like her perfume. Nice. Feminine. Sophisticated. You rubbed your face and slowly dragged your feet downstairs, not forgetting why you stepped out in the first place.
A few minutes later, you were sitting at a small noodle spot near your place. Metal chopsticks in one hand, your phone in the other. The steam rose from the kalguksu bowl into your face and fogged your glasses a bit, but you didn’t care. Your thumb scrolled through your gallery and paused on a familiar photo of your ex.
Seo Dahyun
Her angelic voice, her smile immediately flashed through your mind. Back then, you didn’t want to hear anything bad about her, even when your friends told you she was just using you and she kept you around because you were… easy. You didn’t believe them, or your dumbass just chose not to believe them. You were young, naive and thought loyalty would be everything. Then uni came, and Dahyun disappeared a month in. No warning, no breakup, no text, no fight. Gone completely. It hurt, it still did even if you tried to act tough like it didn’t. You knew you should’ve deleted her photos by now. But you didn’t.
You idiot.
Mind heavy with the crazy day, you put your phone down on the table and pushed the noodles around your chopsticks before finally taking the first bite. When you got home, you didn’t think of Dahyun again. Your mind instead went straight to Sohyun.
“Park Sohyun…”
“Pretty name.”
…
“And she’s pretty.”
Her shaking hands, how she’d clutched onto your t-shirt, the mole under her eyes, her soft round cheeks, her lips… You stared at your ceiling for a few minutes before tossing your phone onto the mattress. For the first time in a long while, the memory of Chaeyeon hurt less, with some beautiful stranger filling the space tonight.
Dang, I have to clean up. Work and classes tomorrow…
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You were smart enough to get into a good school, enough to do what your parents wanted, medicine. When you said you were interested in fashion design, they didn’t exactly like it. They still loved you and saw you as their son, but you were on your own. No tuition help. No monthly financial help or money wired to your bank accounts like some of your classmates got. You worked your ass off to survive. Sometimes you thought about how things could’ve been if you chose to pursue the other route, about something your parents could brag to their friends. But it didn’t make sense. You wanted this life, so that meant you had to walk into design theory class at 9AM the next morning, then some fabric analysis class.
In the afternoon, you headed straight to your part time job. A small printing and production shop not far from home; it wasn’t glamorous, but at least it paid the bills. You clocked out at around 5:30PM, body sore. On the way home, you stopped by the grocery store to get everything you needed to survive for the next week. When you eventually reached your floor, you stopped in your tracks. She was there.
Park Sohyun
Her hair was neatly tied back, leaving enough loose to fall around her round cheeks. Gray off-shoulder long sleeved top showing off one side of her frame, blue jeans, phone clutched in her hands like she wasn’t sure what to do next. She looked at you the moment she heard your footsteps. Her lips pressed together, eyes a little brighter. You didn’t expect Sohyun to look this stunning in only casual clothing. Well, to be fair, you found her crying in front of her door last night.
“Hi…”
She waved awkwardly, voice shy.
“Ah– Hi, Sohyun-ssi. Do you need anything? Is… anything wrong?”
“No, no– not at all.” she eyed the grocery bag in your hands. “Are you cooking tonight?”
“This? I think so… Umm, what’s wrong?’
“I was wondering…” her fingers gripped her phone tightly. “If I can cook something… for you? My place?”
“For me?”
Sohyun nodded, pink slowly rising to her cheeks.
“To say thank you. For… you know, yesterday. I want to– umm, that.”
“Ah, oh… Su- sure. If you want to.”
Her lips curved into a soft smile, shoulders loosened.
“Great. Give me 20 minutes.”
Then she turned, clumsily fumbled with her door and disappeared inside without looking back at you.
What the fuck just happened?
You quickly got inside your place and set the grocery bag on the small kitchen counter. Your shirt still smelled too much like the printing shop. Ink, sweat and fabric. Still sixteen minutes left when you looked at the clock, plenty of time. You then grabbed some clean clothes and jumped right into the shower. Getting out and finally changing, you wiped at the mirror with your palm and stared at yourself.
Why am I nervous? It’s not a date or anything, right? She’s just thanking me for yesterday.
You sprayed on just a teeny tiny bit of cologne, hoping you wouldn’t smell too much like a try hard. Two minutes left. Close enough. All nervous and anxious, you walked to her door and lifted your hand to knock. The door opened a few seconds later with Sohyun holding a spatula in one hand, a pink checkered apron tied loosely around her waist, hair now tied into a loose ponytail. Her cheeks were pink, maybe from the heat while cooking.
“Wah.” you glanced at the spatula. “You’re really cooking.”
Sohyun giggled softly and stepped aside to let you in.
“Of course I am. Come in, please.”
You finally stepped inside, the smell of food already filling the space. Sohyun’s place was a little similar to yours, but visibly bigger with more rooms and it actually had space to display things. Vinyl records lined on one wall, framed abstract paintings, a bunch of books stacked neatly on floating shelves, etc. She must work or do something in the creative field for a living. Your guess? A musician, and definitely way better off than you were. You were still standing dumbfounded when Sohyun tiptoed into your view, spatula wiggling in the air.
“Uhm, so… what do you think? Of the place and all?”
You glanced around for a few seconds more, eyes drifting to records again.
“It’s nice. Way nicer than mine.”
“Eh… it’s not that nice.”
“I mean, it’s not a shoebox like mine so… way better.”
That actually made her laugh. She then pointed the spatula at the dining table near the kitchen.
“Umm, sit down, please. I’m almost done cooking.”
“...Okay, thank you.”
You pulled out a chair and dropped into it, elbows on the table, palms slightly warm as she got back to preparing the food.
“So are you in uni or… working right now? You look young.”
“Umm, I’m in Hongik. Fashion design.”
Based on the way she gasped, you knew Sohyun wasn’t expecting that one at all.
“Oh wah, really?”
“Yes, I got in through Suneung, somehow.”
Sohyun hummed, stirring whatever she was cooking.
“So what about you, Sohyun-ssi?”
“I make music. Produce stuff and… a bit of dancing every once in a while.” she glanced over her shoulder.
“That explains it. You look like a very artistic person.”
Sohyun laughed softly under her breath, tapping the spatula against the pot.
“Is that a compliment?”
“It is, I’m not joking.”
Sohyun pursed her lips before turning her attention back to the pot. Maybe she wasn’t used to hearing it directly.
“May I ask how old you are?” you asked.
“I was born in 2002. So I’m 24 now.”
“Ah, so… noona. I’m two years younger.”
…
”Noona is… good.”
A few minutes then passed, not exactly awkward but neither of you said much. When Sohyun finished cooking and grabbed two plates, you stood up to offer help.
“I got it, noona.”
Sohyun shook her head quickly, hugging them close to her body.
“No, it’s fine. You’re the guest, just sit.”
No matter how hard you insist, Sohyun wouldn’t let you help her so you eventually settled back into your seat. Sohyun then brought the plates over and set the food carefully on the table. Stomach growling the second you saw them, you mumbled.
“Thanks for the meal, noona. These look delicious.”
“You’re welcome.” she smiled.
You then picked up your chopsticks, grabbing a piece of food and blowing on it a bit before putting it in your mouth. It tasted just as good as it looked.
“Wow.” your mouth were still chewing. “This is actually really good, noona.”.
“You’re just bluffing.”
“I’m not. I’ve be–” you swallowed. “I’ve been eating convenience store sandwiches for the past week, I know what bad tastes like.”
That made Sohyun laugh a bit loudly, a genuine and dorky sound that made her regret it instantly. She stopped, eyes widening with her hand flying up to cover her mouth.
“Sorry.” she mumbled behind her fingers, cheeks flushed.
“It’s okay, noona. It’s… cute.”
Sohyun looked back down to her bowl for an instant before finally eating. After a few more quiet bites, you gathered up the courage to ask.
“Noona, can I ask you something?”
Sohyun looked up from her bowl, food full in one cheek.
Cute.
“Hmm?”
“You said you produce music and stuff, right?”
She nodded.
“How’d you get into that?”
She stayed quiet a little more, chewing slowly to buy time.
“I was an idol trainee.”
“Really?”
Sohyun smiled. “Yeah, for a few years.”
“What happened?”
“It didn’t work out, I guess. They said I wasn’t the right fit. Good dancing, good singing but lacking in something. I changed companies several times too.” her voice stayed calm, but you could tell there was something about the memories. “They all said I was lacking something… Guess I didn’t look pretty enough.”
“But you look so pretty…”
Her cheeks flushed again.
“You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not, noona.”
Sohyun kept her head down, but you didn’t miss how her mouth was twitching to hide another smile from coming out.
“So you just switched to producing?”
“Yes, I also do a bit of dancing every now and then but…” her fingers played with her bowl. “I already spent a lot of time training and music still is something I’m very passionate about.”
“Wow… so you’re making your own stuff now?”
“Mm. Songs and demos. Some for small companies. I got lucky and produced for a few big companies a few weeks back. Sometimes I just make music for myself. It’s more like a freelance job. Not stable or fancy but… I got myself this place.”
You leaned back in your chair, eyes scanning her living space again.
“That’s really amazing, noona.”
“Thanks. What about you?”
“Me?”
Sohyun nodded, resting her chin in her hand now that the awkward vibe earlier had probably died down a little.
“You said you’re studying fashion design?”
“Ah, that’s right.”
“That’s cool. I haven’t met many guys who chose to pursue this type of career.”
“My parents weren’t really happy with my decision. They want me to be a doctor like my dad.” Sohyun stayed quiet, listening and humming. “So… I’m on my own for now. Tuition, rent and all of it. Part-time job pays the bills somehow.”
Sohyun pursed her lips, bright boba eyes shooting at you with a hint of pity that looked too adorable.
“That must be tough.”
“It’s not that bad, noona. At least I get to have dinner cooked by you.”
The two of you kept talking as you ate; conversations flowed between small stories, random jokes and bits of your life you didn’t usually share with someone who you’d just met yesterday. But it felt nice somehow. By the time you finished the meal, the room felt much lighter than before. Sohyun stood up first to gather the plates. You tried to help but she waved you off again, moving towards the sink. You followed her anyway, standing close behind as she rinsed the dishes with her back to you, pink checkered apron still around her waist. The off-shoulder top slipped just a little as she moved, revealing more of her bare shoulder. You then stepped closer, lifting your hands gently to grip her shoulders lightly. Sohyun tensed up the second one hand landed on her bare shoulder, her skin soft under your palm as you ease her back.
“I got this, noona. You already cooked.”
Despite letting out an annoyed sound, Sohyun didn’t resist. She slowly stepped aside and took off her apron to let you take over. Sohyun leaned against the kitchen counter and watched you work. When you finished and dried your hands, she shifted on her feet.
“You… You wanna go into my bedroom?”
“Huh!?”
Caught off guard, your ears burned at the sudden offer. Sohyun looked just as flustered, waving her hands quickly.
“N– No! No! Not like that! I just meant like…” she rubbed her arm awkwardly. “I wanna show you my music stuff. My work.”
“Ah, okay, noona.”
She bit her lips, looking away for a second.
“Sorry. I’m awkward sometimes.”
You laughed quietly, playing with your pockets.
“That makes two of us then.”
Sohyun led the way into her room. The second you walked in, you noticed the scent first, warm and nice, something expensive. Sohyun’s bedroom looked exactly like her. Creative, feminine, a little sophisticated and beautiful. Vinyl records were on the walls again. Next to them was a small shelf with perfume bottles of different colors and shapes. There were also books stacked on floating shelves, some leaning over like she’d been reading them recently. Across the bed, there was a TV mounted on the wall. To your right, near the door, was her workspace. A desk set up with her PC, a musical keyboard, an electric guitar and some other musical stuff you had no idea what they were. Her chair creaked softly as she sat down. Sohyun then reached over and pulled out another chair, sliding it out to you as her eyes looked up at you, lips smiling.
“Sit, sit.”
Your cheeks heated up a little at the soft offer, but you played it cool. You took the seat next to her, close enough that your knees almost touched. Sohyun started clicking through a few folders on her computer.
“Do you know tripleS?” she asked, glancing at you.
“Umm, I’ve heard a few of their songs.”
Her lips twitched, holding back a grin.
“I actually produced quite a few for them.”
You gasped.
“Seriously? That’s crazy, noona.”
“Not the title tracks. Just some b-sides. Some backing vocals and mixing jobs too.”
Sohyun opened a file and dragged the timeline to some specific parts. Then, she grabbed a headphone on the armrest and gently slipped it gently over your ears. Her hands brushed the sides of your face for a second, it wasn’t a grand gesture but enough to make your heart jump. The music played, clean and crisp in your ears. While you listened, you felt her eyes watching you attentively with a proud smile. Her body leaned just slightly toward you, eager to see your reaction. When the song ended, you pulled the headphones down, genuinely impressed
“That was great, noona. You’re so cool.”
Sohyun tried to hide the way her cheeks flushed but to no avail, fiddling with her mouse again.
“Do you know Heejin?”
Your eyes widened at the mention of the name.
“Heejin? Jeon Heejin?”
Sohyun nodded like it was no big deal.
“Yup! Her. We’re actually friends. I worked on a song for her recently but it’s not out yet.”
“No way.” you leaned back in the chair, almost falling to the floor. “I’m a huge fan of her, noona.”
Sohyun laughed, that same shy and dorky laugh you were starting to get addicted to. She covered her mouth with her hand again, her eyes squinting from laughing too hard.
“I’ll definitely tell her that.”
“What else do you have to hide from me, noona? You’re secretly famous?”
“Uh… I told you I dance.”
“Mm hmm.”
“I was in Twice’s Cheer Up MV. Just a background actor though.”
“No way…”
“I was a backup dancer on stage for Momoland once. I was called in last minute.”
You let out a gasp.
“Can you show me that one?”
Sohyun hesitated, biting her bottom lip.
“Ah… do I really have to?”
“Yes!” you insisted, leaning closer. “Please, noona. I wanna see.”
Sohyun groaned softly but clicked on Youtube anyway, pulling up a saved video. The moment the performance started, your eyes were glued to the screen to find her. Sohyun then showed up in a wide shot–
“There you are, noona! Look at you!”
You pointed at the screen, mouth wide like you’d just spotted something worth a fortune. Sohyun let out a whiny laugh and tried to cover your eyes with both hands.
“Yah! Don’t look.”
You laughed, grabbing her wrists and holding them back.
“No! Let me see– Come on!”
“No! Don’t watch it–”
“I want toooo!”
Sohyun kept trying to block your view, both of you laughing like idiots. In the middle of all that, you lost your balance as the chair titled back just slightly and you fell to the ground.
“Oh fuc–”
You landed hard with your back against the floor. Sohyun also fell right on top of you, her body pressing tightly against yours. Her face hovered dangerously close, scent filling something in you.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, noona…”
Her lips looked so good, breath a little shaky. Both your cheeks were flushed, but neither made a move to sit up first. Thus, you cupped Sohyun’s round cheeks, thumbs brushing the soft skin right under her eyes. Still, she didn’t break away from your touch and kept eye contact, her pupil dilating. You didn’t think much and just kissed her. It was soft at first as you tested the line. But Sohyun kissed you back, breath catching in her throat. Your heart raced, fearing you stepped over the line too much now. You pulled back, seeing Sohyun both shocked and breathless.You thought a slap or a punch would come next, eyes almost closing to prepare for a hit when Sohyun leaned in again.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to kiss you like th–”
Sohyun cut you off with a kiss, this time harder with her hands gripping your shirt tight. Her mouth parted slightly, breath hot against yours. You saw your chance and slid your hands down her back, fingers holding her waist. When Sohyun broke the kiss, she sat up and shifted her hips to sit on your stomach now. The room felt weird, the good kind of weird, as she looked down at you with a pleased and shy smile.
“I– uh…”
“That happened fast.”
“It did…” your heart pounded like crazy. “I swear I didn’t mean to kiss you like that, noona.”
Sohyun put her hands on your chest, feeling the way your heart beat.
“Ah, no, no… I also liked it. A lot more than you think.”
Relieved and happy at the same time, you let out a long sigh that you didn’t even know you were holding. Sohyun giggled at the sight before offering.
“Wanna watch… I don’t know, watch the performance again? We missed half of it.”
“Okay. That sounds good.”
Sohyun shifted happily on your stomach, adjusting herself to get ready to stand up; but as she moved, her hands slid down and accidentally pushed at your crotch. The moment Sohyun realized where her hand touched, her eyes went wide, cheeks evolving from pink to straight red.
“Aah–”
You coughed to cover up the embarrassment, face also heating up. Sohyun quickly jerked her hand back like she was electrocuted, voice coming out panicked.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! I wasn’t tryin–”
You sat up, just as flustered.
“It’s fine, noona. Really.”
Sohyun quickly scrambled off your lap, fixing her hair. She helped you up, eyes looking everywhere but your face. Once you both stood up, Sohyun let out a shaky breath and gestured to you to sit back. The mood was now back into awkward territory. You both sat in silence, knees touching.
“So, uh…” her fingers fidgeted with the mouse, trying to break the silence. “What kind of music do you usually listen to?”
“Lately? Umm, a lot of sad music. Heartbreak and those stuff, you know.”
“Why?”
And for some reason, you let it all out about Dahyun. Maybe it was because of the way Sohyun was looking at you like she actually wanted to listen. She put on a moody playlist as the night went on. She asked. You answered. Back and forth. By the time you finished, Sohyun was pouting, her lips downward as she spoke like she was afraid she might break you.
“That’s so sad…“
She scooted her chair closer, the music still playing in the background and matching the mood.
“I’m sorry you went through it all like that, really.”
Her hands reached out, fingertips on your sleeves like she wasn’t sure if she should hold your hands yet. You sat there for a moment, shy and scared at the same time.
“Noona…”
Sohyun hummed. Still too nervous, you gathered your remaining courage and made your shot.
“This thing tonight, you’re feeling the same as I do, right?”
She looked at you for a long second, her eyes soft and reflecting the glow from the monitor. Then, with a small nod, she spoke.
“Yes, don’t worry. I feel the same thing too.”
Like on command, first the relief hit you, then came the warmth from her words, reaching every corner and untangled something that you’d thought to be unresolvable. You smiled, the attempt weak but it grew the moment she smiled back. None of this didn’t make sense. You’d just met yesterday and hadn’t even figured out what her favorite movie was or what she liked to eat. And yet, it felt you’d found the exact place to put your feelings again, all on a girl who looked at you like you weren’t just a stranger less than twenty four hours ago.
“Can I, uh–”
“Hmm?” Sohyun tilted her head, smiling to encourage you. “It’s okay. What’s wrong?”
“Can I hug you now, noona?”
Sohyun chuckled at your silly question, eyes curving, lips still plump from earlier.
“Of course, you can. You’re so cute.”
You leaned in and looped your arms around Sohyun, pulling her into you slowly and not too rough, not too fast, just enough to feel her warmth again. She hugged you back, chin fidgeting gently on your shoulder. Then, still in the hug, her low and giggly voice arrived in your ear.
“Can you give me your phone?”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s exchange numbers and SNS.” Sohyun pulled her head back with a smile. “We just met yesterday, you know. Gotta make sure you don’t move out and disappear on noona tomorrow, right?”
Silly you.
“Ah. Right, right.”
You fumbled to fish out your phone from your pocket and handed it to her, still holding her with one arm. Sohyun took it, but the second the screen lit up, she paused and squinted at the lockscreen.
“Aeng?”
She broke the hug; her lower lip puffed out, eyebrows scrunching together as she tried to pull the best ‘offended’ acting that she could, waving the phone with Heejin as your lockscreen.
“Yah, seriously?! Jeon Heejin?”
“Ah, that… It’s not like– Wait, noona.”
Your finger struggled to unlock the phone, already messing up the passcode twice. Sohyun’s lips were already twitching upward, the fake angry smirk she kept trying to hold only made her impossibly cute. You just couldn’t take her seriously anymore.
“So you like her in that way?”
“She’s just an idol, noona. And I already, I mean… I told you I’m a fan earlier.”
“Mm hmm. Fanboy.” Sohyun pretended to study the photo before closing in on you like a suspect. “Who else? Better tell me everything tonight or we are done, pretty boy.”
That ‘pretty boy’ did great damage to you, though you hid it well. Scratching your cheek, you tried not to smile so hard.
“Uh… I like IVE, Twice too. Maybe a little of– But I swear, if you give me a chance, noona… I’ll forget them all, instantly.”
Sohyun let out a small laugh before pinching your cheek.
“So you really like pretty women, hmm?”
“I mean…” you stared back into her twinkling eyes. “Seems like I do, noona.”
She put more effort into the pinch before finally letting go and rubbing over the same spot.
“Hmph. Such a smooth talker.”
“Only when I mean it.”
“But it’s okay. I’m just glad that you think I’m pretty too. Just make sure to keep room for noona in your heart too, okay?”
---
Later that night, everything was dark except for your bright phone screen. You were on the bed, almost half an hour deep in Sohyun’s instagram.
@sohyunz14 / 24k followers
You didn’t mean to stalk that hard, but here you were liking a post from two months ago, thumb hovering over the screen like you had no self control. Her feed was full of mirror selfies, studio clips, old dance practice videos, etc. And Sohyun was beautiful in all of them. Your heart did a flip every time you saw a new picture. How could a human being be this beau–
Sohyun texted.
[박쌤 ^^]
what are u doing?
stalking me?
You shouldn’t have liked her old photos, you idiot.
[러버보이]
…
I can’t help it, noona
ur so beautiful
[박쌤 ^^]
ㅋㅋㅋ
ur smooth so when u wanna be
i don’t mind it tho
but i like you flustered much better
[러버보이]
u know what u do to me, noona
u clearly know i’m weak when u talk like that
[박쌤 ^^]
hmmm… yeah?
i like knowing i can do that to u
but don’t worry, i’m shy too
You smiled uncontrollably like a teenager at her answers. But your mind drifted back to earlier. Yes, that was something, but you still felt like your relationship wasn’t clearly defined yet. It was too risky to start something new in just under two days. And you couldn’t help it when the memory of Dahyun crept up again. What if Sohyun was just like Dahyun? What if she left you when things just got happy?
[러버보이]
noona, we just met. i clearly like u a lot but…
what are we right now?
friends or the some stage?
You then immediately lock your phone and stared at the ceiling, clearly expecting an honest answer.
[박쌤 ^^]
i’m a bit scared too
but i want to honest with u, i like u a lot even though we just met
maybe we are at the some stage...
and i would like to get to know u more
is that ok?
Your heart wanted to dive straight in, but your mind still hesitated; more than friends and less than lovers? For some reason, things felt different with Sohyun, real enough to encourage you to try. You took a breath and let your fingers do their thing.
[러버보이]
that’s good for me too, noona
[박쌤 ^^]
it’s good for me tooo~
i’m really glad we found each other
u made me feel very safe and happy, last night and tonight
[러버보이]
i couldn’t just leave u like that, noona
also…
can i have a few of ur pictures… pls
so that i can change my lockscreen photo?
You made an attempt, might as well, right?
[박쌤 ^^]
not now, pretty boy
gotta keep u waiting sometimes
Just as you were about to sigh, another message came in.
[박쌤 ^^]
but here… u were so cute tonight
these are not from tonight. i’m wearing a clay mask so cant show you that yet ㅋㅋㅋ
these are old photos
Sohyun was gorgeous in all of them. But your heart tripped the moment your focus went to her moles. The most special one was under her right eye, a tear mole. She looked so damn hot. It felt like texting your crush in middle school all over again. Only now you were grown, and this time it was real. Your phone vibrated.
[박쌤 ^^]
do u have classes tomorrow?
wanna go out for coffee or smth?
[러버보이]
i got classes…
and part time job too.
[박쌤 ^^]
that’s a shame…
[러버보이]
I knowwww
how about tomorrow night, noona?
[박쌤 ^^]
then go to sleep ㅋㅋㅋ
we’ll talk about this later, we still have a lot of time
u will get tired if we keep texting like this
[러버보이]
but i wanna talk with u more, noona…
[박쌤 ^^]
we will have time
don’t make noona scold u
sleep now, pretty boy
[러버보이]
pls…
You were absolutely down bad at this point.
[박쌤 ^^]
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
ur so needy
but i like it a lot
sleep. noona will text u in the morning.
sleep well~~
You texted her good night and locked your phone. You tried to close your eyes, you actually did but a stupid smile was stuck on your face, keeping you from a good night sleep. For the first time in a long while, you weren’t thinking about a certain someone named Seo Dahyun at all.
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Over the next few weeks, you and Sohyun started to spend more time together. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes by accident. She came over whenever she was bored, curling up on your tiny couch with her laptop while you sketched out ideas for design. Sometimes you worked in silence, sometimes she played random demos that she was working on while asking ‘How does this sound?’. You went over to her place whenever she had some problem she didn’t want to deal with alone. Broken switches, fixing the lights in her bedroom, replacing the showerhead…. She would stand behind you, tiptoeing over your shoulder while you worked, always close enough for you to smell her perfume. Sometimes she cooked for you. Sometimes you just ordered food and ate side by side on the floor, already happy with each other’s presence. When you came home exhausted from work or school, Sohyun was always there. Whether it was a simple text like ‘come over, pretty boy’ or just her addictive voice, humming to call you in the hallway. The both of you also got to a point where you just added each other’s fingerprints on your door locks.
At first, you thought Sohyun was the cool, mysterious type. She looked like that on the outside. Low toned voice, chic and cool girl wardrobe; Sohyun was full of girl crush vibe, always in public with a ‘don’t care about anything’ attitude. But the more time you spent with her, the more you realized.
Park Sohyun was an absolute dork, an adorable one at that.
She laughed at weird memes you showed her, the same ones your friends thought were stupid. She randomly made weird cute sounds all day. And she had a lot of aegyo, not the forced kind either, but the natural ones that just slipped out naturally. Whenever you caught her doing it, she’d whine and get all pouty.
---
“Noona, did you just say ‘kyuuu~’ while pouring ramyeon?”
“Shut up… Don’t look at me.”
-
“Why were you dancing like that, noona?”
“I didn’t!”
-
“Stop pouting or I’m gonna cut your lips off, noona.”
“No, you wouldn’t! And I wasn’t pouting.”
-
"You're older than me, noona. You should know how to do this."
"But I don't know how to install it and I might mess up the whole PC... Please help me~"
"Is this the same Park Sohyun who scolded me over forgetting to turn off the stove yesterday?"
"Just... I don't know~ Help me~"
---
And there was one more thing you learned about Park Sohyun. She liked to act all tough and older. The noona who teased you first. The one who called you loverboy, pretty boy and always said “don’t make noona scold you.” But said noona would fold so easily the second you tried to retaliate and take back control. And she’d never admit it.
If you tugged her wrist and made her sit down? Folded. If you cornered her a little, stared into her eyes for a few seconds too long? Folded. If you tsked and stared at her like you were actually annoyed (you weren’t ever like that)? Folded.
---
You two were sitting on the floor at her low table one night, bowls of spicy jjajang tteokbokki between you. Some comedy movie was playing on the TV. You were about to take another bite when she leaned in with a napkin to wipe at the corner of your lips.
“Messy again~” Sohyun cooed, so proud of herself. “Aigoo, do you need noona to feed you all the time?”
That cute smug look on her face, the way it always was when she tried to act in control.
“Such a baby sometimes.” she wiped at the same position again even though they were already gone. “What would you do without me, huh?”
You let it happen at first, let her play the role. But Sohyun kept pushing. Calling you baby and looking at you like she had you wrapped around her finger. So this time, you decided to flip the script just for fun. You caught her wrist so fast she was actually startled before pulling her right into your lap. Sohyun’s body went stiff the second she rested sideways on your lap.
“Yah...”
You instantly cupped both of her squishy cheeks with one hand easily, fingers rubbing that soft feature of hers that always distracted you.
“Look at you now, noona. All that talk but you lose so easily.”
“No, I don’t…”
You squished her cheeks again. Her eyes went wide, though she made no effort to escape. Then you picked up a piece of tteokbokki from the bowl on the table.
“Say ahh.”
Her cheeks flushed red but she didn’t pull away. Slowly and shyly, Sohyun opened her mouth for you to feed her. Satisfied, you dropped the chopsticks into the bowl before holding her waist close, keeping her secure in your lap. When she finally swallowed, she peeked at you through her lashes.
“I only lose this time.”
"I let you lose and win, noona."
"You wish, pretty boy."
"Keep telling yourself that, Doraemon."
-
It was a slow Saturday evening, no work, no classes. You’d come over to help Sohyun cook, or at least that was what she said.
“You can’t cook.” Sohyun handed you a bowl of vegetables and teased. “You barely survived boiling ramyeon last time, idiot.”
You rolled your eyes at her ridiculous and outdated statement.
“That was one time, Doraemon. I’ve leveled up since then.”
“Yah~ Don’t call me Doraemon.”
The kitchen smelled amazing already ten minutes in. Sohyun was at the counter, focused on cutting carrots while you stood by the sink washing the greens. The vibe was cozy, soft with Sohyun humming some tunes that she’d been working on. Just all you needed after a week full of classes and work.
“Noona.”
“Mmm?”
“You don’t trust me with that sharp thing?”
“Of course not, pretty boy. That’s why you’re on washing duty, not cutting.”
You snorted, shaking water droplets at her.
“Okay. Just so you know, I’m actually hurt. But whatever, you do what you want, noona.”
Sohyun smirked as she looked at you.
“You’re cute when you sulk, you know that?”
“I don’t sulk.”
“You do. ‘I’m sulking and pouting’ is literally written on your face right now.”
You denied, still rinsing the greens.
“Sure you’re not, you big baby.”
The two of you worked in silence for a while. Then suddenly, her hip nudged yours as she tried to reach the plate next to you.
“Move, loverboy.”
Playing the petty card, you stepped to the side only an inch and stayed put.
“Say please, noona.”
“Excuse me?”
“Manners, you know.”
Sohyun gave a small laugh through her nose, glaring at you like she was actually offended.
“Yah, you’re getting bold lately.”
“Maybe I’ve been learning from you.”
Sohyun bumped her hip into yours again with a grunt. Still, you didn’t move.
“Still not moving?”
“Nope.”
That was when she started to push harder while laughing under her breath.
“Yah! Move.”
“Careful.”
You warned, eyes on the knife wobbly in her hand. But Sohyun only giggled harder and tried again, this time putting more weight into it.
“Don’t tell me what to do–”
“Wait, noon–”
The knife slipped from her hold, grazing across her finger. The sound Sohyun let out broke whatever remaining playful energy left in the air as she immediately dropped the knife onto the counter and hissed, holding her hand close to her chest.
“Yah… Didn’t I tell you to be careful?” your heart pounded as you held her wrist. “Are you hurt?”
Sohyun winced.
“It’s okay. Just a small cut.”
“Tiny or not, you’re still bleeding, idiot. You should’ve paid more attention.”
You quickly opened the top cupboard and pulled out a bandaid, carefully wrapping it around her finger.
“There… That should help it.”
Sohyun didn’t answer. You looked at her face, seeing her huffing quietly with her lips pressed, eyes turned away. The playful sparkle earlier was gone, the quiet pout that had just taken over told you she wasn’t that angry, just hurt from how you raised your voice. So you leaned down closer to catch her eyes.
“Noona… Park Sohyun.”
She moved her eyes to the side, now suddenly interested in the spoons and chopsticks rack. You sighed.
“Come on, noona… Don’t ignore me.”
Still nothing. You sighed and stepped closer, hands quickly finding her hips.
“Yah! What are you d–”
Despite Sohyun resisting for a moment with her palms pressing against your shoulders, she eventually gave up with a quiet groan as you gently lifted her up and set her down on the counter. You stayed there in front of her, so close that her legs almost wrapped around your waist.
“Noona, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell. You bled and I didn’t know how bad it was.”
Sohyun kept her arms crossed and lips pressed together, still stubbornly staring at the far wall.
“I know I shouldn’t have snapped. You know I didn’t want you to get hurt, noona.”
…
“You’re really not gonna talk to me, really?”
The only response was the rise and fall of her shoulder, nothing audible and no look your way. So you did the only thing you could think of, catching her cheeks with both hands and stretching them out.
“Answer me, Doraemon. Answer meee.”
Finally, Sohyun squeaked.
“Yah!”
“Come on. At least glare at me properly.”
Sohyun tried to, eyes burning yours with the fakest hint of anger, cheeks pulled out like mochi. An absolutely adorable sight.
“There it is. That almost looks like a smile.”
Sohyun could only keep the frown alive for a few seconds longer before a tiny, stifled laugh found its way out and turned into a giggle.
“Stop! It hurts.” she slapped your hands away. "You're so childish sometimes."
"But you're not mad anymore, right?"
Sohyun paused and pretended to think, the faint marks of your attack were quite still visible on her adorable cheeks.
"Hmm... Maybe just a little?"
---
You never said it out loud but you liked that version of her, the Sohyun that dropped her tough facade, cheeks pink, voice soft all of sudden when she lost the upper hand. And maybe she liked it too. Because sometimes, when you caught her sneaky glances, you just got the feeling she was feeling the same thing you were.
Love?
Your relationship with Sohyun was steady and full of happy moments. It wasn’t exactly boyfriend-girlfriend yet. But the late night texts, the hanging out, the teasing, the way she let you hold her whenever things got too tough… Yeah, it was definitely more than just friends. Still, having no label didn’t bother you just yet.
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One night, you were lying on your bed, scrolling on your phone when you got the notification that @sohyunz14 was currently live on Instagram. You tapped it without much thinking. The screen soon showed Sohyun swaying to a demo she’d worked on the other day, glancing at the chat every now and then, hands dancing on the touchpad of her laptop. She barely had any makeup on, a thin cardigan on top of a black shirt. But damn, did she look good. Her skin looked so soft, even only under the brightness of that one light she only turned on whenever she went live.
About 400 people were watching, most of them were Sohyun’s usual crowd. People who liked her music, tripleS stans, some close friends, etc. Sohyun’s usual low voice sounded so soft, humming to the beat as she read the comments.
“Of course, of course, I will be only playing this part today guys… Stop rushing me please.”
You recognized a few usernames popping up, spamming hearts and emojis; so you couldn’t resist.
noona look so good today
Sohyun’s reaction was instant. The second she spotted your comment, both of her hands flew up to fix her hair, as if she didn’t look good already. She then leaned in to move the phone, the other resting around her cheek, shyly mumbling.
“Noona looks so good today… Stop it, pretty boy.”
The chat immediately blew up.
pretty boy?
what did she said lmao?
explain girlie.
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ who was that park sohyun
The other viewers who didn’t speak Korean had no idea what was happening.
chuu from loona
stop spamming stupid shit damnit
Sohyun let out a quiet laugh, her voice playful.
“Ah… you guys don’t need to know everything. Some things are private okay?”
You’d spent enough time with her at this point to tell that Sohyun liked it. And you typed again.
pls give me a close up of your face noona
im your biggest fan
Sohyun muttered your comment, almost like she was teasing herself.
“Biggest fan… this boy.”
Sohyun then flicked her hair and picked the phone up. She tilted the phone horizontally, moving them back and forth close to her face, trying to find a good angle with her cheek now on the back of her other hand. A damn good sight.
“Okay, okay… close up service just for you.”
Sohyun then giggled, but the way she looked at the screen made it feel personal. The chat then blew up even more.
that guy got special fan service omfgg
this is not fairrrr unnie
witchhunt tomorrow, we bring him down
She stayed like that for a few seconds before holding the phone with both hands. Her lips now pressed out in a pout, cheeks puffed a little. Then she started swaying her head side to side, just to mess with you. You could clearly see her lips twitching before she finally broke into a smile, all soft and shy.
“Ah… I swear I will get you tomorrow, pretty boy.”
The chat exploded again.
who tf is that lucky guy
what about me noona????
pls notice me
stream ‘girls never die’ by triples pls guyzz
I love le serrafim
You stayed until the end of the live, lying there with your phone heating up in your hand. The chat was still going crazy when Sohyun tried to end the live.
“Okay, everyone. I’m ending the live now.” she waved goodbye. “Thank you for hanging out with me tonight. I’ll see you next time, okay? Be good.”
Then it ended. A few moments later, you got a message from her.
[박쌤 ^^]
yah… why were u always messing with noona like that?
u trying to embarrass me in front of 400 people?
[러버보이]
trying to remind noona that i’m her biggest fan
that’s all ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
[박쌤 ^^]
next time i’m muting u
ur such a meanie
You knew Sohyun was smiling when she typed that.
[박쌤 ^^]
but thank you…
for reminding me that i’m pretty
You stared at it for a bit, smiling like a dumbass. Then your fingers moved.
[러버보이]
noona, can u come over tomorrow?
i gotta design some womenswear for class…
i got some ideas already and i think it’d look good on you
[박쌤 ^^]
ㅋㅋㅋㅋ are u asking me to model for u?
[러버보이]
well, who else?
you’re my muse now, noona
[박쌤 ^^]
fine
but only if you buy me something to eat.
[러버보이]
deal
The sun was high enough to shine through your window when she came over the next morning, playing its role in making a normal and lived in kind of peace. Sohyun was lying on your lap, one hand turning the pages of her book, the other shifting her black, thick rim glasses.
You sat almost fully slouched near the end of the couch with your sketchpad balanced on the armrest, moving the pencil in lazy strokes. It was moments like this that made everything else fade out. The part time job, the classes, the deadlines. And out of habit, you glanced down at the older girl. Sohyun’s face was calm, eyes tracing the letters behind the lenses as she read. Every now and then, she would bite her lip when she found something interesting, or exhaled softly like she was lost somewhere deep inside her own thoughts, or just to sing her favorite songs.
“침 묻혀줄래? 꼬집어줄래?
날 넘겨줄래? 읽어봐 줄래? 갈피를 꽂아줄래?...”
You smiled to yourself, thinking that Sohyun really had it all. Looks, brains, taste. She moved through life like she’d figured it all out. Maybe she had, making everything around seem a little more beautiful just by being there. You? You were just a university kid trying to balance sketches and shifts, chasing some hazy dreams that sometimes felt too far away. Yet, here Park Sohyun was. In your apartment, head on your lap while she read. You remembered telling yourself having no label was fine, but now… it was starting to get to you.
Would this last? Would this ever become something more?
You let your pencil fall still, lost in the thought.
“Why’d you stop drawing?”
Her voice made you blink and look down. Sohyun was now peering up at you from your lap, smiling with her eyes full of curiosity.
“Hmm? Just thinking about… you know, the design and stuff.”
Sohyun tilted her head, glasses slipping down her nose a little.
“Design?”
“The proportions were… off, I think.”
“Liar.”
The way she called you out was so casual yet certain. Sohyun sat up a little and folded her legs next to you, book now forgotten on the nearby table. Smiling gently, she spoke.
“You only look like that when you’re overthinking, sooo… what’s going on in that stubborn head of yours?”
You forced a stiff smile.
“Nothing serious, noona. Just tired.”
Sohyun bought none of your excuse, her lips quickly formed a small pout as she tugged on your sleeve.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Hide it when thing’s bothering you.”
You dipped your head the moment she confronted you; though it wasn’t stern, more patient and understanding.
“You can tell me, you know. Whatever it is. Noona’s here.”
Like a hand reaching out in the dark, Sohyun made it hard to keep pretending. So you finally chose to admit after struggling to get the right words out of your mouth.
“I was just… thinking about us.”
…
Sohyun didn’t appear shocked nor smug. She just looked quietly attentive.
“Us?”
You nodded slowly, heart now beating so fast that you almost laughed from how nervous you suddenly were.
“Like… what we are and… I don’t know. Maybe just that.”
The confession felt much heavier than you’d thought, so much that when it ended, you didn’t dare to meet her eyes. You fidgeted with the fabric of your pants, pinching and stretching just to give the nerves somewhere to go. The sketchpad you’d been holding then slipped off the armrest and fell to the floor, but you didn’t even bat an eye. Maybe this was it. The part where things got awkward, where comfort and closeness finally broke just because you wanted something more than you were supposed to. You could already feel your throat closing around an apology you hadn’t said yet. Until you heard it.
A small, stifled laugh. You looked to the side just in time for Sohyun to launch herself over onto you, loop her arms around your shoulder and pull you into her chest.
“Ah~ this kid.” she said between soft laughter, hand ruffling her hair. “You’re so cute, you know that?”
Your face burned, not expecting this kind of reaction from her.
“Noona…”
“Worrying about things like that? Seriously, you’re adorable.”
“I’m being serious.”
“I know, I know.” Sohyun only chuckled harder, still holding you close. “That’s what makes it even cuter.”
“Stop saying I’m cute.”
She leaned back enough to look at you, smiling as she flicked your forehead playfully.
“You get all shy and thoughtful and do that kicked puppy thing on your face. I swear, you’re impossible to stay mad at.”
Despite groaning and sinking deeper into the couch, you couldn’t stop a smile from blooming on your face. In normal things, you were the one who helped her. You’d try to be composed and make her laugh. You fixed her door, carried groceries, reminded her to rest when she worked too late. Sure, Sohyun might’ve been a little clumsy sometimes, a little unsure of herself in daily stuff; but moments like this reminded you that she was, without question, the noona she claimed to be. She had her own way of making you feel safe, of reading your silence with no difficulties at all.
“You’re afraid we might end, hmm?”
She already knew. You hesitated before slowly nodding, eyes dropping back to your lap. She didn’t reply right away; instead, she gently cupped your face so you’d look her in the eyes again, her smile wishful.
“You think too far ahead sometimes. But that’s okay, I get it.”
“I just… don’t want to lose this with you, noona.”
“I know.” Sohyun rubbed your cheeks, silence took over for a second before she finally asked. “Do you remember that night?”
“Which night?”
“The night you found me crying in front of my door.”
The memory hit you instantly with her knees pulled to her chest, shaking, the helpless sound of her trying to break down even more.
“I do.”
“Do you know why I was crying?”
“I never asked… I didn’t want to make you talk about it since it might be painful.”
The smile blooming on her lips was touched with nostalgia.
“I had things… because of work. Some issues with the label and song production. Deadlines, contracts, people changing things behind my back. But now looking back, I think it was just me pushing myself to perfect my work.”
You stayed quiet and let her talk. Her eyes turned glassy before smiling smaller this time.
“And then you, the new kid who didn’t even know my name showed up and crouched down, asking if I was okay.”
You were about to say something but Sohyun shook her head.
“After that, everything felt a little different. The next day, when we had dinner together, I remember thinking that… maybe not everything is falling apart and I can still breathe a little.” her hand still cupped your face, the touch warm and soft. “Spending time with you, doing stupid things, laughing together made me realize not everything has to be serious all the time. I was always chasing the next deadline, the next song or trying to prove something. But you just… you reminded me that being happy isn’t supposed to be rushed and complicated.”
Fingers now moving down to play on your chest, Sohyun then asked with the shyness visible in those adorable eyes of her.
“Do you wanna hear the three words?”
Your heart skipped at the sudden question, unsure if you’d heard it right.
“Three words?”
“Mmm. The ones you’ve probably been dying to hear.”
You couldn’t think straight. Should you say something? Should you wait? What if things go wrong? A thousand questions flashed through your mind. As if she could read through every thought racing behind your eyes, Sohyun giggled and leaned forward to give you a brief kiss on the lips. The kiss wasn’t long, but it was all you needed to scatter every anxious thought that had been holding onto you, leaving behind only her warmth and the prospect of something new, just only on the verge of blooming.
“Is that enough for you, pretty boy?”
Still dazed from the kiss, you smiled like an idiot.
“For now, maybe.”
“Aeng?” Sohyun glared at you. “Maybe?”
“Alright, alright…”
You laughed and stood up, scooping her into your arms. Sohyun yelped and gripped your shoulders as you spun her around in the tiny space; she both laughed and shouted.
“Yah! Put me down!”
“Enough playing.” you grinned and set her down. “Time to do what you came here for, your measurements. I’m making you the most gorgeous outfit now, Doraemon.”
“Doraemon?!” her cheeks flushed from laughing. “I hate that nickname.”
“You got all the gadgets, noona.” you pointed to her glasses and blue shirt. “All you need is some blue and white paint, then I got Doraemon all to myself.”
“Fine.” Sohyun rolled her eyes, smiling widely while catching her breath. “It better be look good on me, idiot.”
“Uhhh, no promise.”
And as you went to grab your measuring tape from your desk, you realized something so simple yet certain. For now, this was really enough.
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A few weeks later, everything between you and Sohyun kept going on steadily, not loud or dramatic. So when she suggested going out for coffee (a real date, as Sohyun called it), you couldn’t stop smiling. The spot she’d picked was perfectly her, somewhere in Hapjeong, filled with vinyl records on the walls and books stacked in uneven towers; a pleasant mix that felt too much like Park Sohyun herself.
Sohyun had excused herself to the restroom a few minutes ago, saying something about fixing her makeup before you took photos together. Things had been joyful and easy. You’d started to finish each other’s sentences and fall into small habits that people in love did. And yet, neither of you had said those words. Today, sitting here with the comfortable sunlight shining through the window, you’d decided today would be the day. You leaned back in your chair, rehearsing ‘I love you’ in your head and thinking about how her dorky laugh would sound after you said it. Everything was perfect.
“...Wait! Is that you?”
You weren’t sure if you heard it right at first; your heart already sunk before you even turned and saw her face. The sound already sent layers of memories you’d packed away a long time ago back into your brain. Slowly, you stood and turned.
Seo Dahyun.
Her hair was longer now, the dark waves falling over her shoulders. She still had that same gentle face, the same rabbit front teeth… Everything was both the same as you used to memorize down to every tiny detail. Still, the timid way she smiled at you showed you that she was just unsure as you were.
“Yah… It’s really you.”
“Hi… It’s been a while.”
“You look better now. Different but… good.”
“Thanks. You too.”
You managed a polite smile back. Neither of you knew what to do with your hands or eyes. Nostalgia and awkwardness really did their things. Dahyun then laughed shyly.
“I– I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you at all. I just… wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“No, it’s fine. I wasn’t expecting it either.”
“You’re still at Hongik?”
“Mm hmm, still studying. Fashion design.”
Her smile turned a little brighter.
“That’s great. You always talked about doing something creative, you know? I’m glad you actually did.”
“What about you?”
“I… left uni.” her fingers fidgeted with her purse. “Remember how I used to talk about music?”
“Of course, you love singing.”
“I wanted to pursue it properly. Singing, performing…” she let out a self conscious laugh. “Didn’t really work out the exact way I hoped but it led me somewhere better. I’ve got a stable job at a theater now, still doing some songwriting on the side. It’s… okay.”
“That’s great, really.”
You meant it, though your voice sounded distant like you were trying to hide behind something. You’d already moved on but didn’t know how to say it out loud. Dahyun seemed to sense it too, quickly nodding.
“Thanks.”
Hands buried in your back pocket, you nodded back.
“I’m glad you’re doing okay.”
Dahyun was still beautiful, still the same Dahyun who once filled your world. But now the feelings you’d carried for her had now faded away to nothingness, to something that no longer hurt.
…
“I was… wrong.” she finally admitted. “For leaving you like that and not saying anything. You didn’t deserve it at all… I told myself I was doing it for me, to focus on my career and not drag you into all my uncertainty. But I know I was selfish.”
“Dahyun-ah…”
“I just thought… maybe we could talk? Just a cup of coffee. I owe you that much, you know. To explain things properly, if I still have the chanc–”
Suddenly, your surrounding felt miles away. You really were struggling to find words. You didn’t want to hurt her, but there was nothing to give either. It wasn’t anger, just a quiet discomfort now.
“I–”
“Sorry, baby~”
Soft arms slipped around your waist from behind, a very familiar warmth pressed into you back as Sohyun spoke.
“You wouldn’t start reading without me, would you?”
Then she peeked out, smiling when she saw Dahyun standing in front of you. Still holding on to you, Sohyun gave a polite bow.
“Ooh… Hi.”
Dahyun was startled at first but quickly gathered herself, the awkwardness audible in her voice.
“Hi… Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just ran into him by chance.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Small world, you know.”
Dahyun eyed the way Sohyun had her arms around your waist to your face. As quickly as her offer to reconnect came, she waved and excused herself.
“Anyway, I should get going now. I just wanted to say hello.”
You nodded, waving awkwardly.
“Bye… Take care, Dahyun-ah.”
Dahyun smiled back genuinely.
“You too. Both of you.”
And she weaved through the table, disappearing into the other side of the cafe. A sudden bite at your arm then made you look down to the side.
“Jealous?”
Sohyun hmphed and plopped back down into her chair, crossing her arms with her lips jutted out.
“So that was Dahyun? Pretty, I see.”
“She is.” You sat down in the seat across from her, enjoying the way her expression turned sulky. “But she’s not you, noona.”
“Smooth talker~ I don’t buy none of it.”
“You don’t have to. You’ll see.”
Leaning back in your chair, you smiled. No matter how hard she tried, Sohyun just couldn’t hold her pout and let a smile break through.
Time to say it?
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Sohyun really triggers the noona thing for me. Also, sorry to Dahyun fans...
Eunha gives us a good time after the show. She's happy to find someone who shares her kink, Busty Mommy Eunha. Just look at that picture.
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Eunha X Mreader
“Who’s a good boy?” Eunha chirped, giggling as her hand moved up and down your slick shaft. Her smile was wide as she looked down at you, her eyes occasionally shifting from you to your twitching cock. She licked her lips, more than eager to get a taste of you, like you were getting one of her. She gave you small moans as you suckled on her breasts. It didn’t matter that you weren’t answering her; Eunha was more preoccupied with the stiff shaft in her hand. She brought her thumb to the head, moving it side to side around the sensitive tip. She was happy with her choice, even more now that she knew the two of you had similar kinks.
The young woman moaned as she felt your teeth come down on her nipple. It was a gentle bite, but enough for her body to stiffen. Her legs were quickly becoming slick with her nectar. Eunha’s mind filled with perverted thoughts, ideas of things to say when it came time to be connected. “Mommy wishes she had some milk for you, you're sucking so much.” Eunha ran one hand through your hair. When Umji came up with the idea of having fun with fans from the concert to reduce their stress, she never would’ve imagined that she’d get this much joy from it. Yet here she was, smiling happily as she stroked your cock. Eunha could feel it throbbing; you were getting close to cumming.
You pull your mouth away from Eunha’s soft mound, “I’m going to cum,” you groan. Eunha’s hand lingers on your cock but stops moving.
“That’s okay, you can cum all you want. Just let mommy get a taste of it first.” Eunha replies, her soft voice carrying well as she gently pushes on your head. You raise it off her soft lap and watch as the idol walks around you, climbing onto the bed and crawling to you until she’s between your legs. Eunha lies down, her hand wrapping around your leaking cock again. You feel her warm breath against your skin as she inches closer. “Remember, you can cum whenever you want, mommy will drink every drop.” Eunha’s cute voice saying such lewd things was nearly enough to send you over the edge.
Eunha held your cock still and pressed her full lips against the tip, her tongue sneaking out of the small gap between them to lick at the sensitive tip. Your muscles tighten as you feel the warm appendage move up and down the head. The waves of pleasure only increase as Eunha lowers her head and wraps her lips around the tip, bobbing her head slowly while her tongue swirls around the tip. She keeps one hand on your thigh as the other strokes the base of your shaft. Eunha smiles to herself, enjoying the way you squirm under her. She’s so caught up in focusing on you, she barely notices when you're hitting the back of her throat. She had been tracing your veins with her tongue, lapping at the precum coating your shaft. You couldn’t handle it anymore; you gripped the bedsheets and warned Eunha. She took you in deeper, her tongue slithering along the underside of your cock as you blew your load into her mouth. She drank your salty semen as quickly as she could, but it just kept cumming. The idol managed to keep it all inside, though, her cheeks filled to the brim. As she pulls away, you moan Eunha’s name. She gives you a light tap on the thigh, reminding you of her title. “Mommy, that felt so good,” you tell her, trying to catch your breath. You glance at Eunha, her eyes meeting yours as she opens her mouth to show you the mess you made. Just as quickly, she shuts it and drinks everything that was inside. When she opens her mouth again, it’s empty. The only evidence that you had cum in her mouth was a single drop that had managed to slip out from the corner of her mouth. Eunha brings her finger up, catching the escapee and sucking her finger clean. The erotic sight makes your cock throb.
Eunha giggles, “Did you like that, baby? Because Mommy loved how you tasted.” Eunha crawls over you, coming face-to-face with you before sitting back. Your cock is inches from her covered slit. Eunha brings her hand to her tummy. “Mommy can’t wait to have you here,” she chirps, giggling as she rises from your lap and unzips her skirt. The young woman struggles to remove her skirt in her current position. She laughs out of embarrassment and climbs off the bed. While Eunha could be sexy, it was in her nature to be cute. Watching her struggle proved as much to you.
You stare at Eunha, watching her push the tight skirt down along with her safety shorts. The spandex shorts clung to her skin, her milky white cheeks slowly peeking over the edge. When she got over the thickest parts, she rolled down the rest of the way. Eunha let the clothes drop to the ground, her bare ass there for you to take in. The soft cheeks jiggled slightly as she stepped out of her skirt. Eunha turned around slowly and climbed back onto the bed, trying to regain her composure but struggling to do so as she continued to giggle.
You placed your hands on her sides as she sat back down, your cock firmly between your bodies. Her slick folds rubbed against your cock. Eunha rocked her hips back and forth slowly, soft moans escaping her lips as the mood returned. “I want to be inside you, mommy,” you groaned, enjoying the pleasure you got from her movements, but wanting more.
“You’ll get to be inside mommy soon,” She replied. Eunha leaned forward, placing her hands on your chest as she raised herself. She grabbed your cock, rubbing the head between her lips. The two of you moaning from the gentle pleasure. “Mommy loves your cock,” she moaned, “fill me up, baby.”
Eunha lowered herself onto your cock, the head pushing apart her lips as you pushed into her hot core. Eunha threw her head back, moaning your name as she took every inch inside her petite frame. “Oh, you're so big,” Eunha mumbled. She took a moment to take a deep breath. She set both hands on your chest, and began to ride your. It was slow at first; she would slam herself down on your cock and sit there for a moment, reveling in the pleasure before rising again. As Eunha picked up the pace, your bodies began to slap against each other. Her walls squeezed down on your cock when she would rise. It was a constant feeling that had you moaning. Eunha grabbed your hands and moved them to her ass. “Spank mommy. Mommy’s being such a bad girl.” Your cock twitched inside Eunha. You pulled your hands back and slapped both cheeks; the loud smack filled the room, soon dwarfed by the collision of your body. “That’s it, baby, spank mommy’s ass.” Eunha hung her head, biting her lip as you went in for another smack.
She yelped, the stinging pain feeding into her pleasure. “Spank mommy until her ass is red, baby.” Her request was quickly followed, when Eunha came down on your cock you would spank her soft cheeks. As she rose, you would cling to them, kneading the smooth pieces of flesh. Your rhythm quickly broke down, though, as waves of increasing pleasure rushed through you. You held onto Eunha’s pale ass, gripping it tightly as she bounced on your cock. Her walls held you snuggly. Your cock rubbed against Eunha’s G-spot, and it made her whimper as the pleasure overcame her, too. “Fuck! Mommy’s going to cum soon, baby.” Eunha cried out, her breathing growing heavier.
“I’m going to cum too, mommy,” you groan.
“Cum inside, Mommy,” Eunha hissed. Her walls clamped down on your cock. She was about to cum. Eunha felt like her body was on fire; it craved your cum. She was on the very edge. Your decision to lean up and suckle on her tits again pushed her over the edge. Eunha cried out, her walls squeezing your cock tightly as she slammed herself down, impaling herself on your thick shaft. “Fill mommy up, fill her pussy up.” She moaned into your ear, the desperation in her voice as clear as day. She held your head against her chest as you unloaded inside her womb. You left nothing in your balls, your body desiring to breed the young woman. You painted her walls white and filled her cunt. Your bodies shook against each other as you both calmed down from your orgasms. Eunha pats your head gently, her head spinning from the intense pleasure. Her core was warm, your cum spreading its heat across her body as it sat inside her. “It feels so nice inside me,” she whispered. Eunha rocked her hips, moving them back and forth before shifting to a swiveling motion. You groaned, enjoying the feeling of her soft body pressing against yours, her walls continuing to massage your cock.
“That’s enough, baby,” She said softly. You slowly unlatch from her tit and lie back against the bed. Eunha’s hands wander down your body, eventually going to hers, one to her breasts, the other to her clit. Eunha inhales sharply, the sudden pleasure from her touch sending jolts throughout her body. She slowly climbs off of you and settles beside you, rubbing her folds and collecting your cum on her fingers, sampling your cum. You stare at the idol, her body slick with a layer of sweat; the sight makes you want her more.
You glance at the clock, “We have time for one more round, Mommy.” You tell her, rolling on top of her and grabbing your cock, rubbing it against her messy cunt. Eunha looks over. It would be cutting it close, but there was time. Eunha spread her legs for you, reaching between them and spreading her lips apart, your cum spilling onto the bed. You don’t waste a moment and thrust into Eunha.
The petite idol wraps her arms and legs around your waist, “Fuck me good,” she whispers.
“Yes, Mommy,” You tell her, thrusting into her slick cunt quickly. You're both still sensitive from your previous climax, but continue anyway. Eunha throws her head back against the mattress, moaning loudly as you drive your cock deep into her cunt. Your hands slide from her waist to her tits, groping the soft mounds as you nip at her neck.
“That’s it, baby, fuck me. Make mommy scream.” Eunha was already close to it, her core coiling tighter and tighter as she neared her second orgasm.
“I love you, Mommy. I love you, Mommy.” As a fan and as a lover, you loved Eunha. You put every ounce of energy into fucking the idol. Your cock twitched inside her incessantly as you got closer to cumming. Eunha locked her legs around you tightly, pushing you deeper with her feet. She grimaced, toes curling as she came again. Her walls clung to your cock, squeezing the cum out of you as you came with her. You give Eunha another load of cum, thrusting softly into her as you fill her again. Eunha's arms hang loosely around your neck, her mind elsewhere as you pump her womb full of your baby batter.
“I’m so full,” Eunha mumbles, a tired smile on her face as she slowly uncrosses her legs. You lie on top of Eunha, letting her rub your head as you recover. You shut your eyes for what seems like a moment. “Ah! Umji! SinB! Did you two finish up already?”
“We came here to get you, unnie,” Umji replied. You open your eyes and turn your head to see the other Viviz members standing in Eunha’s room, wearing nothing but towels. “Is this your baby?” Umji teases the eldest member. “We both heard you from our rooms.” Eunha’s face turns red. She uses her hands to cover herself.
“We heard a lot of things,” SinB adds. The pair drops their towels, revealing their bare bodies to you. Umji takes one side of the bed while SinB takes the other. “We want to know what your baby has in store for these mommies,” SinB says in a low seductive tone, climbing the bed in time with Umji, her signature smirk plastered on her face. Eunha peeks out from between her fingers with a sly smile. Eunha rolls you onto your back, and the intruders take up position beside you. Eunha climbs off you, and all three women grab at your cock. “Do you think you can handle all of us, baby?” Your night was just beginning; you’d fulfill all the mommies' needs through the night.
The taste of cheap beer and something sweeter, maybe cranberry vodka, was on her lips. Or was it his lips? The world was a woozy, neon-blurred tilt-a-whirl, and in the center of it all was the shocking, electric heat of two mouths meeting yours at once.
It started with Xinyu, her soft, pliant mouth yielding under yours, a silent acceptance of the terrible week she’d had. A comfort kiss that instantly caught fire. Then Sohyun was there, her hand cupping your jaw, turning your face toward hers. Her kiss was nothing like Xinyu’s. It wasn’t a question or an acceptance; it was a fucking demand. Her tongue plunged into your mouth, a confident, claiming stroke that tasted like whiskey and pure, undiluted hunger. The bar, the music, Xinyu’s quiet gasp—it all melted into a distant hum.
Sohyun broke the kiss, her dark eyes glittering with a fierce light you’d never seen in the office. “Our place. Now.” Her voice was a low, rough command that went straight to your cock.
The next thing you knew, you were stumbling through the door of their shared apartment, a tangle of limbs and frantic hands. Clothes were a forgotten nuisance. Sohyun’s flannel shirt hit the floor, then her white tank top. Xinyu fumbled with the buttons of her dress, her movements sluggish from drink and dazed arousal, her eyes wide as she watched Sohyun press you back onto the bed.
Sohyun stood before you, gloriously naked. Her body was a taut, athletic landscape of lean muscle and soft curves, a stark contrast to the boyish persona she wore like armor every day. Her small, perfect tits stood firm, her nipples hard, dark peaks. "You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment". Her voice was a raw scrape against the silence of the room. How long I’ve waited for your cock.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of your boxers and pulled them down. Your erection sprang free, thick and aching. Sohyun’s eyes widened, a genuine, reverent awe on her face. Fuck, look at you. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, her hand wrapping around your shaft. Her grip was firm, knowing. "I knew you’d be huge. I’d lie in bed at night, in the next room, and imagine this fucking perfect cock, Ruining my tight holes". She leaned forward, her breath hot on the head, and her tongue darted out to taste the drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. The sensation was a lightning strike up your spine.
She began to pump you, her fist gliding up and down your length, her eyes locked on yours. "I’d listen to you laugh with her, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted you to fuck me. How I needed you to ruin me with this big fucking dick". Her other hand crept between her own legs, her fingers sliding through her wetness. God, I’m so fucking soaked for you.
Xinyu had finally shed her dress and stood by the foot of the bed, naked and trembling, one hand covering her mouth. Her gaze was fixed on Sohyun’s hand working your cock.
"Time to breed me". Sohyun giggled, a dark, delicious sound, and crawled onto the bed, straddling your hips. She positioned the head of your cock at her entrance, a hot, slick pressure promising oblivion. She didn’t lower herself yet. She just held you there, making you feel how incredibly wet and ready her cunt was. "I want you to fill me up. I want to feel your cum painting my fucking insides. I want it to take over me".
With a sharp, desperate cry, she sank down onto you, taking your entire length in one smooth, breathtaking plunge. Her cunt was an inferno, a tight, velvet fist clenching around you, and for a moment, neither of you moved, just consumed by the shocking, full feeling.
Then she began to move, a slow, grinding roll of her hips that made you see stars. "Fuck, yes. Just like that. Give it to me". She leaned forward, her small tits in your face, and you caught one nipple in your mouth, sucking hard. You bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to make her gasp and her inner muscles flutter wildly around your cock. "Yes! Fucking bite me. Mark me".
Her rhythm became frantic, a piston-like drive of her hips, her ass slapping against your thighs. Her breathing was ragged, her words coming in broken bursts. "I’m gonna come on your cock. I’m gonna come so fucking hard. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I need your cum. I need to feel you fucking explode inside me". Her hand was between her legs again, her fingers frantically circling her clit. I’m so close. "Fuck, I’m so close. Breed me. Please, breed me now"!
You could feel her orgasm start, a series of violent, exquisite spasms that milked your cock, pulling you right to the very edge. Your own release built, a tidal wave of pressure at the base of your spine.
From the foot of the bed, a small, breathy moan escaped Xinyu. Her face was flushed, her lips parted. Her own hand was between her legs, mirroring Sohyun’s movements, her fingers working her own clit as she watched you fuck her roommate. Her eyes were glazed with a potent cocktail of shock, voyeuristic lust, and raw need. She was watching you, watching Sohyun take what she herself had perhaps unknowingly given up, her own body betraying her confusion with a desperate, mounting pleasure.
Xinyu’s soft, desperate whimper cut through the humid air of the room, a sound so starkly different from Sohyun’s fierce commands. Her fingers, trembling slightly, wrapped around your wrist, a gentle but insistent tug pulling your attention from the woman riding you. "Please. Fuck me too…" Her voice was a ragged whisper, thick with a need she could no longer contain. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her eyes glistening. "Look how wet I am for you."
She guided your hand from Sohyun’s hip down to the heat between her own legs. Your fingers met a soaked patch of silk, the fabric clinging to her. You pressed against her, and a fresh rush of warmth met your touch. She wasn't just wet; she was overflowing, her arousal a slick, undeniable truth.
Sohyun’s giggle was a low, throaty sound of pure delight against your ear. She stopped her frantic bouncing, your cock still buried to the hilt inside her, and leaned over to Xinyu. “Couldn’t just watch, could you? Couldn’t handle seeing this cock fucking me without needing it for yourself.” It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact, a sign of her triumph. She shifted her weight, expertly maneuvering her body and yours.
With a confident hand, she pushed Xinyu back onto the rumpled sheets. Sohyun’s fingers hooked into the sides of Xinyu’s panties, and with one sharp yank, she tore the flimsy silk away. Xinyu gasped, her legs falling open in a gesture of pure submission. Sohyun’s hands slid under Xinyu’s thighs, spreading her wide, exposing her completely—the glistening, pink folds of her pussy, already trembling with anticipation.
Sohyun kissed your shoulder, her lips then finding your ear. “Go on. She’s begging for it. Fuck her. I want to feel you move inside her.” She placed her palms flat on your back and pushed, her own body sliding up your spine until her small, firm tits pressed against you, her hard nipples digging into your skin like little stones.
You needed no further encouragement. You withdrew from Sohyun’s gripping heat with a slick, wet sound that made Xinyu shiver. You positioned yourself at Xinyu’s entrance, the broad head of your cock nudging against her, spreading her open. You pushed forward.
Xinyu’s back arched off the bed, a sharp, broken scream tearing from her throat. It wasn't a sound of pain, but of shocking, overwhelming pleasure. Her eyes flew wide open, staring up at you in stunned ecstasy as you sank into her wet, welcoming depths. Her pussy was different from Sohyun’s—softer, yielding, a tight, velvety glove that clung to every inch of you. “Oh god… oh fuck… it’s so much,” she moaned, her hands scrambling at the sheets.
As you began to move, setting a deep, driving rhythm into Xinyu’s willing body, Sohyun moved with you. Her hips ground against your back in time with your thrusts, a relentless, sensual metronome. She wrapped one arm around your chest, her hand palming your pec, her nails lightly scratching your skin. Her other hand found your face, turning it toward her.
Her mouth crashed onto yours. This kiss was different from the first fierce one at the bar. This was a claiming. Her tongue plunged into your mouth, bold and demanding, tasting of soju and her own unique, musky flavor. You met her force with your own, your lips and tongue tangling in a wet, messy dance of ownership. You could feel the vibrations of Xinyu’s moans through your connected bodies, a constant, desperate soundtrack to Sohyun’s dominating kiss.
Sohyun broke the kiss, her breathing ragged. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with lust. She looked down at where your bodies joined with Xinyu’s. “Look at her. Look how she takes you. She’s so fucking desperate for it.” Her voice was a low, possessive growl. She bit your earlobe, a sharp, jolting nip of pleasure-pain that made you thrust harder into Xinyu, who cried out in response. “You feel that? Her cunt is getting tighter. She’s gonna come just from your fat cock stretching her open. Isn’t that right, Xinyu? You gonna come all over his dick?”
Xinyu could only nod, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow. Her hands left the sheets and clawed at your arms, her nails digging in. Her hips started to meet your thrusts, a clumsy, eager rhythm that spoke of a hunger finally being fed. The room filled with the lewd, wet sounds of your fucking, a slick slapping symphony underscored by Xinyu’s high-pitched whimpers and Sohyun’s low, encouraging whispers.
“That’s it, fuck her,” Sohyun purred, her hand sliding down your stomach, her fingers tracing the line of your hip. “Pound that sweet, tight cunt. She needs it. She’s been so empty.” Her fingers found your balls, rolling them gently in her hand, a shock of exquisite sensation that traveled straight up your spine. “You feel how full you are? All that hot cum just waiting to explode. Who do you want to give it to? Hmm? Who gets to be filled up tonight?”
You drove into Xinyu, feeling her walls begin to flutter erratically around your shaft. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps. “I’m… I’m close… please, don’t stop,” she begged, her voice cracking.
Sohyun laughed, a dark, thrilling sound. She leaned down, her mouth next to your ear, her words a vow. “Not yet. You’re not coming in her yet. That’s my cum. You’re going to pull out of her dripping pussy and come back to me. You’re going to finish what we started. You’re going to breed me.”
The command was absolute, a direct order from a general who knew she was winning the war. With a final, shuddering thrust into Xinyu’s slick heat, you withdrew, your cock glistening under the dim bedroom light. Xinyu cried out, a desperate, broken sound of abandonment as her climax was so cruelly denied.
Sohyun’s smile was a predatory slash of victory. She pulled you back, her strong hands guiding you over her. Her lean, toned body arched up to meet you, her hips cradling yours. God, she was so ready. Her wetness coated your stomach as you settled between her thighs.
“Mine,” she gasped, her voice thick with need. She reached between them, her fingers wrapping around your shaft, guiding your tip to her entrance. It was an electric contact, the head of your cock nudging against her swollen, sensitive folds. “This fucking cock belongs inside me when it comes. I need to feel you fucking explode.”
But from the bed, a wounded, primal sound cut through the heavy air. Xinyu was on her knees, her soft curves trembling, her face a mess of tears and smeared makeup. Her eyes, wide and pleading, were fixed on you. “No, please,” she whimpered, her voice a raw scrape. “Don’t… don’t give it all to her. I need it too. I need to feel it. I’m so empty… please, fill me up.”
Sohyun’s head snapped to the side, her gaze sharp. “You had your turn. You got his dick. I get his cum. That was the deal.”
“There’s… there’s so much of him,” Xinyu argued, her courage surprising even herself. Her hand drifted to her stomach, pressing down as if she could already imagine the weight of it. “There’s enough, isn’t there? For both of us?”
The two women stared each other down, a silent battle raging over who would claim your seed. The tension was a live wire, sparking between their competing desires. You could feel Sohyun’s pussy clench around your tip, a possessive, greedy little pulse.
A fierce, possessive heat flared in your gut. This argument wasn’t theirs to have. It was yours. You were the one fucking them. You were the source of this desperate need.
With a growl that came from somewhere deep and raw, you moved. You grabbed Sohyun’s hips, rolling her onto her side to face Xinyu. Before she could protest, you pulled a shocked Xinyu close, spooning her tight against Sohyun’s front. It was a tangle of limbs and heated skin, a weird, sensual puzzle of two women pressed together.
“What are you—” Sohyun began, but her complaint died in her throat as you positioned yourself behind them both.
You loomed over the incredible sight. Sohyun’s athletic back and the perfect curve of her ass, and just beyond, Xinyu’s softer, rounder form, her face turned, her lips parted in shock. You dragged the thick head of your cock through the slick valley between Sohyun’s ass cheeks, down, until it found the sopping wet heat of Xinyu’s pussy from behind.
You pushed. Not all the way. Just an inch, burying the tip inside Xinyu’s incredible tightness. She gasped, her head falling back against Sohyun’s shoulder, a low moan tearing from her throat. “Fuck…”
You pulled back, the sensation agonizingly good. You shifted, your hips moving an inch, and now you were pressing against Sohyun’s entrance. You pushed into her, just the head, feeling her muscles stretch and welcome you in with a deep, internal throb. A ragged groan escaped her lips. “You bastard… teasing us…”
That was the game. You set a brutal, relentless rhythm. One thrust, deep into Xinyu’s soft, welcoming warmth, feeling her body jolt and clench around you. The sound was obscene, a wet, slapping noise that echoed in the room. You pulled out, dripping, and immediately slammed back into Sohyun’s demanding, perfect tightness. Her pussy gripped you like a fist, milking your shaft, and she pushed back against you with a fierce, hungry grind of her hips.
You were fucking them both, switching your target with every other thrust, ruining them, claiming them, giving them exactly what they begged for but never all at once. It was a merciless, driving pace. Xinyu’s moans were high and sweet, turning into breathless screams. “Yes! Right there! Oh god, your cock is so deep!”
Sohyun’s sounds were lower, guttural, a continuous stream of dirty, fervent praise. “Fuck, look at you. Look at your fucking cock disappearing inside me. You feel how much I want it? I’m gonna suck every fucking drop out of you.”
The room dissolved into a haze of sweat and sex. You reached around, your hand finding Xinyu’s clit, rubbing rough, frantic circles as you pistoned into Sohyun. Xinyu shattered instantly, her body seizing up, her cunt convulsing around nothing as a silent, intense orgasm ripped through her. Her nerves were so overloaded she couldn’t even make a sound.
You didn’t stop. You were too close. The base of your spine was tightening, a coil of pure pleasure winding to its breaking point. Sensing it, Sohyun became frantic. She reached back, clawing at your hip, trying to hold you inside her. “Now! Do it now! Fill me up! I need your fucking cum, please! Breed me! Put a baby in me!”
But Xinyu, wrung out and trembling, found her voice again, a soft, broken plea against Sohyun’s skin. “No… me… please, I want it… I need to feel it too…”
You couldn’t hold back. The dam broke. With a final, animalistic roar, you buried yourself to the hilt. But you didn’t know who you were inside. The world was a blur of sensation. A hot, blinding rush surged up your cock and you erupted, a volley of thick, hot release pumping out in powerful, pulsing waves.
A shared, shuddering cry erupted from both women as they felt the hot splash deep inside. You collapsed forward, your weight pressing them both into the mattress, your body spent and trembling. The only sounds were your ragged breaths and the wet, dripping proof of your finish.
After a moment of heavy silence, Sohyun’s voice, husky and laced with a curious wonder, cut through the fog. “Well? Which one of us is full of your fucking seed?”
You chuckled, as you spank their asses, letting the cum in One of their pussy to leak, running down, as it slowly drops to the floor. Xinyu giggles, as she slowly spreads her pussy. "I guess i got it".
Sohyun got pissed, clearly jealous, of how deep you cum in Xinyu, and not her. But you caresses her hair. "Don't be jealous. We got plenty of time". As you showed your still harden cock, As Sohyun gulped, Her eyes glowing with lust, as she strokes your cock.
"Well then. What are we waiting for. Let's start Breeding". Sohyun giggles, as Xinyu laughs, as the two caresses your cock, pumping it slowly.
tags: the wolf ears are still on, i couldn't find a decent picture of her with that outfit so there's a gif, she's lowkey upset
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"Rory, honey, I've told you a thousand times that you can't come with me to Italy," you told your cat, who was lying inside your empty suitcase, staring at you. "You have to stay here taking care of Helios. And Sohyun will take care of both of you."
Of course, the rebellious kitten didn't listen to you. You didn't blame her. Whenever you were going to be away from home for a while, she sensed it and acted that way, as if trying to convince you to either stay or take her with you. A touch of yours under her chin made her rub her head against your hand. She was too cute to scold.
"Okay, you can stay there for a bit," you relented, standing up. "But only until I finish folding my clothes."
You were inside your walking closet, packing all the clothes you were going to take on your three-week trip to Europe. It wasn't a vacation, by any means; your plans included some IRL streams, and you'd also contacted one of your friends in Milan to buy you a computer so you could settle in comfortably and do your usual streams.
But the reason was that, for the first time, you were traveling to your hometown for business, as the new official ambassador for Prada, no less.
When the offer arrived in your email last month, you couldn't believe it. A streamer being an ambassador for an Italian haute couture brand? It sounded ridiculous. Unnatural. People in your profession didn't usually venture into that world; it was like water and oil. But when you thought about it with a cool head and looking back, it made perfect sense.
For starters, you were Italian. It might not seem like it, but it was a plus. Second, you were at the peak of your popularity and constantly on the rise (you had recently reached 10 million followers on Instagram and had close to 2 million followers on Twitch), with an audience that, while mostly casual, you knew many appreciated your tastes as much as you did. Third, your Instagram was like that of a model, since you loved fashion and your photos were perfect. And fourth, but not least, you were devoted to art. In general. You constantly talked about music, literature, films, and even painting. Besides, you already had successful collaborations in that field, such as your speaker line with Sony or your recent commercials with Sennheiser and Samsung.
So yes, you had earned that with blood, sweat, and tears. You deserved it more than anyone. Maybe your profession and the way you constantly made a fool of yourself in front of a camera didn't make much sense with that direction of your life. But the real you certainly did. The man with dreams and aspirations.
On the other hand, that trip also meant you'd see and be with the two women who ruled your world. Rina was also attending Milan Fashion Week as a Prada ambassador, and Wony was attending Paris Fashion Week as a Miu Miu ambassador. You, now a Prada ambassador, had also been appointed as a friend of the house, so you were invited to attend as well.
However, before going to Milan, you had to make a little ‘touristy’ stop in Florence, the birthplace of the Renaissance. At first it wasn't in your plans, but a certain Aussie girl with the same taste as you for art and fashion had told you she wanted to go there to have a little fun and get to know the city. And in her words, who better than you to be her tour guide? You had done the same thing last year, when in a fit of extravagance, you, her, Hanni, and Minji went to Rome. The thing is, of course, those two nights had been... eventful, to say the least.
Dani was scheduled to arrive a day after you, which was perfect, as it gave you time to book a nice place for the two of you and make a little itinerary to offer her when she arrived. Your flight was in two days, and there you were, deciding what the hell to pack from all the clothes in your closet, which wasn't exactly a small amount. In fact, you had a feeling you were going to need an extra suitcase. What a pain in the ass.
The sound of a call on your phone made you shift your attention away from your clothes for a moment. When you took it out of your pocket, you saw it was Sohyun. You answered it and brought the phone to your ear.
"Hi Nup..."
"Are you home?!" Sohyun said on the other end of the line. She sounded upset.
"Uhm... are you okay?"
"Are you home or not?!" she insisted. You rarely heard her like that. It sounded like she was talking through gritted teeth.
"Y-yeah, but I'm a little..." you looked down at your folded clothes.
"I don't care! I'm on my way!"
Then she hung up on you. You stared blankly, still holding the phone to your ear, not understanding what the hell had just happened. Sohyun had a fansign today, from what you understood. Had she already left? Was she mad at you? It wouldn't be the first time; sometimes she behaved like your mother, and loved to scold you for every little thing. But no, you had the feeling it was something else. The approach wasn't the same. A theory circulated in your mind based on past experiences, but you hoped you were wrong.
While waiting for Sohyun to arrive, you continued pulling clothes out of your closet: trousers, t-shirts, coats, and just about anything else you liked. It was a selective and meticulous process, since you liked almost everything, and it was like choosing between all your children at once. In the end, you thought you'd made a good selection, but the process of starting to put things in the suitcase was interrupted by the ringing of your apartment doorbell.
Praying to all the apostles, you went outside and then to the door. As you opened it, a pair of berry balm-flavored lips crashed against yours before you could say anything. Sohyun had your face cradled in her hands and forced you back inside. You instinctively grabbed her waist, exposed that day by the outfit she was wearing. She closed the door behind her with her foot and pulled away to look you in the eyes.
"I hate that damn bitch! Ugh!" Sohyun growled, and without giving you a chance to speak, she kissed you again fiercely, using her tongue to attack yours.
The theory circulating in your mind, unfortunately, turned out to be true. ‘That damn bitch’ was Xinyu. Who knows what the hell she's done now?
Sohyun stumbled forward with you, causing your lower back to hit the edge of your kitchen island. You wrapped your arms around her waist, pressing her firmly against you. Her big tits pressed against your chest. She was breathing hard and deep, either very horny or very angry. Maybe both.
"Nupy, what the fuck is going on...?" you managed to mutter, but Sohyun didn't respond. Instead, she lowered one hand to your cock and gave it a firm squeeze through your fleece shorts before massaging it, knowing you'd get hard in no time. In response, you lowered both hands to her cute, firm ass and squeezed it. Those jeans definitely did justice to that beautiful piece of cake.
When Sohyun felt the outline of your hard cock beneath her hand, she pulled away and took your hand, pulling you with her across the apartment, toward the living room, taking brisk, swift strides.
"Sohyun-ah..." you looked at her from behind, sensing that she was about to explode with anger. No answers again. She was so angry that she didn't even take off her wolf ears. They looked so damn hot on her, though.
As you arrived in front of the main couch, Sohyun sat right in the middle and pulled you down by your hoodie. She didn't move you, but from the way she glared at you, you knew she wanted you to kneel. You did, and while you opened your knees slightly to lower yourself further, Sohyun quickly worked on her jeans, pulling them and her panties off her legs after taking off her shoes. Then she spread her legs, sat further on the edge of the couch, grabbed your hair, and pulled you straight towards her pretty, freshly shaved, and noticeably wet pussy.
"Mmgh..." Sohyun groaned as you stuck out your tongue and began to eat that silky, tender flesh, delicious to your taste buds.
It was strange that Sohyun would grab your hair like that. Her fingers were tangled and gripped in strands of your hair, at scalp level to make it tight. She wasn't going to let you catch a break. She didn't seem to care. When you looked up seconds later, you noticed her eyes closed, stifling moans against her puckered lips. Chances were she was sexually frustrated by something the Chinese princess had done. Poor thing.
But if your best friend needed relief, you were happy to give it to her. Especially when her pussy was so delicious, and her thighs so soft and creamy, and her face so stupidly sexy when she was horny. Hell, even those damn wolf ears were a gigantic plus that were turning you on just as much as she was.
Knowing that doing a good job would be rewarded, you put your subby skills to the test and let Sohyun do whatever she wanted with you while you ate her out. Did she pull you too hard? It was nothing. Pale, fleshy thighs now squishing into your head on both sides, making you question how much oxygen you really needed to live? You were thrilled by it.
Sohyun moaned louder, still with her eyes closed, constantly pulling you against her pussy. Her thighs had you deafened, both pressing hard, and her hips bucked up and down, grinding against your mouth and nose as you moved your tongue in ways you didn't even know you were capable of. Seconds later, her moans grew higher and longer. Until, suddenly, she lifted her hips and exploded into your mouth.
"Mmmgh, yes!" Sohyun whimpered, trembling. Her thighs were about to crush your head like a soft watermelon. "Fuck yesss!!"
Her pussy dripped with those delicious juices that your tongue collected, while you felt your scalp teetering on the fine line between staying in place and being ripped off. You were gripping her thighs, which were tense and trembling until the moment they released your head.
As soon as you moved away from her pussy, Sohyun grabbed the collar of your hoodie and pulled it up.
"Come here," Sohyun urged, her cheeks flushed and her mouth slightly ajar.
You stood up and sat on the couch, sinking as deep into the seat as possible. At the same time, Sohyun stood between your knees, yanking your fleece shorts and boxers off in one fell swoop. Then she straddled you, planted her feet on the couch, and grabbed your throbbing cock to slowly impale herself on it.
"Oh fuck..." Sohyun groaned, her hands on your abdomen beneath your hoodie as she took every inch of your cock inside her. "Just what I needed."
When she completely lowered herself and your shaft disappeared inside her pussy, you both moaned, you a little louder than her, perhaps. Her walls felt soft and overwhelmingly warm, hugging your cock from every direction and driving you crazy with the sensation. You placed your hands under her thighs, and Sohyun moved her hands up to clasp her ten fingers around your neck and begin moving them up and down.
"Do you like how that feels?" Sohyun asked through gritted teeth, squeezing her fingers in a way that was uncharacteristic of hers. She was usually quite dominant when you two fucked, but not like that. It didn't bother you either. "Do you like it, bitch?"
What the fuck. Never in your entire friendship had she ever called you that, not even when she was mad at you. It was almost as if she were talking to...
Jesus Christ. What did Xinyu do?
"Y-yes," you managed with a nod, even though Sohyun was squeezing hard enough that your words didn't come out so easily. "I fucking love it."
"Oh yeah? What if I go harder?" Sohyun did, making the acoustic space of the apartment fill with clapping sounds as she bounced faster on your cock. "What if I leave you with pelvic pain? Wouldn't that bother you?"
You wanted to say no in the slightest, but you couldn't speak. Sohyun had you pinned, silent, and giving you a ride that was leaving you breathless. You didn't even remember that you were supposed to be able to use your hands, and that you had them still under her thighs. So you raised them a bit and gripped those firm buttocks as they slammed into you.
"God, this cock feels so good," Sohyun groaned, dropping her head back. She let go of your neck to place her hands on your chest. "So good!!"
Sohyun gave a sudden downward thrust and ground against you the moment she came, in a series of violent tremors in her lower body that made you think she was going to disassemble like a LEGO brick. Her squeals echoed through the quiet living room, delighting your ears.
"Fuck," Sohyun moaned, and leaned forward to cup your face in her hands and kiss you. "Give me more, give me more!" she whimpered against your lips.
No visible exhaustion from her recent orgasm, Sohyun continued bouncing on your cock, somehow going even harder now and making you think that leaving you with pelvic pain wasn't even a joke. You moved your hands to her waist, moaning against her lips between deep breaths, trying not to run out of air with each slam of her ass against you.
Sohyun came again not long after, sinking her teeth into your lower lip as she bounced slowly but strongly. She held your face firmly, holding it still so she could kiss you comfortably and muffle her moans against your lips. When her orgasm passed, she straightened, got off you, and knelt beside you to take your cock in her hand and begin to stroke it rapidly.
"Cum, you little whore," Sohyun hissed, staring into your eyes with fire behind her gaze.
"S-Sohyun?" You frowned, confused, but strangely too horny to give it much thought.
"Didn't you hear me or something?" Sohyun raised an eyebrow, jerking you off furiously. "I said cum."
Like a submissive little bitch, you started to moan, clenching your buttocks and lifting your hips slightly. Sohyun wouldn't let you take your eyes off her, and you didn't even dare try to infuriate her more than she already was. So, with your eyes on hers, it took you a little less than a minute to cum all over her hand. But she kept going.
"S-Sohyun!" You writhed desperately as Sohyun overstimulated you, making your cock hurt like hell itself. "Stop! P-Please! Sohyun-ah!!"
Sohyun abruptly released your cock, and you were finally able to relax your hips and buttocks. Her hand was covered in your cum, and the rest had fallen on your lower abdomen and pubic area. A mess she took care of by bending forward to clean every wet area with her tongue, collecting your load in her mouth. You wanted her to suck your cock, but she ignored it and sat back on her heels, now licking her hand, an image that, combined with those damn wolf ears, drove you crazy.
You jumped up and pushed Sohyun back. She fell back across the couch, and you quickly got on top of her. Sohyun frowned and tried to wriggle away, but you grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head. After a little struggle, she stayed still. She was looking at you like she wanted to kill you, but still.
"Calm the fuck down, Park Sohyun," you said, looking into her eyes. Your crotches were touching, but that wasn't the point. "I'm serious."
"Don't tell me to...!" Sohyun tried to protest, but you leaned a little closer to glare at her. "Ugh!!" she growled, frustrated, and finally looked away.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or what?" You raised an eyebrow.
Sohyun's gaze blazed again, perhaps having remembered why she was there in the first place. But she wasn't looking at you like you were the scapegoat anymore.
"It's just that bitch crossed the damn line this time!" Sohyun squealed. You were supposed to take her seriously, but now those wolf ears were melting your heart. "You know how she is. One day she says she loves me, the next day she barely seems to care about me, it's so fucking confusing!"
"So...?" You urged her to continue, slowly letting go of her wrists since you knew she had calmed down.
"This morning she promised me we'd spend time together. In private. And she teased me like only she knows how all day long. All for what? So she could act distant right after the fan meeting, as if I had to beg on my knees for her damn attention!"
"And you did it, didn't you?"
"Of course I did! You know I'm weak for her."
"Aha."
"When I finally got her damn attention, we kissed," Sohyun continued, while you fixed her wolf ears on her head and smoothed down her hair. "And that bitch turned me on in less than ten seconds with her damn groping!"
"And she walked away, saying it wasn't the time and she had to do something?"
"Exactly fucking that! Ugh!"
Sohyun slammed her hand on the couch, and suddenly her eyes filled with tears. A drop fell down her cheek as her pouting lips trembled.
"No, silly, please don't cry," You cupped her cheek with your hand and wiped her tears away with your thumb. "Hey, do you want me to make you something delicious to eat? Whatever you want."
"No..." Sohyun gently shook her head. "Just cuddle me, okay?"
"Aight. Shall I get you your pants? Or do you want some of my shorts?"
"Just cuddle me like this, Ezio."
Sohyun shifted onto her side, leaving you a space between her and the back of the couch you took. You slipped your right arm under her head and wrapped your other arm around her voluptuous body to snuggle her back against your chest. Her ass was pressed against your cock, which, against your will, became rock hard again within a few minutes. Rather than being annoyed, Sohyun enjoyed it and pushed her hips back to make the contact even tighter.
"Hey, I'm just supposed to cuddle you," you said softly, your face buried in the back of her neck. "What are you doing?"
"Letting you cuddle me," Sohyun replied. "But I never said you couldn't fuck me while cuddling me."
"Do you want to...?"
"We're already naked from the waist down. We have nothing to lose."
Perfect, then. There was no way you could deny your baby wolf what she wanted, especially when what she needed was your cuddles and affection. So, after grabbing your cock, you guided it between her buttocks and rubbed it against her folds a few times before taking every inch inside her, in a single smooth motion that made her moan and grip your right forearm.
Sohyun twisted her hips slightly, making sure you were as deep inside her as possible. Her warm pussy made you moan again. You moved your left hand from her waist to one of her breasts, squeezing it over her long-sleeved crop top as you began to slowly pump your hips.
"Time to take this off, huh?" you asked in her ear, referring to her top. "It's already bothering me."
"Help me then," Sohyun gasped, and propped herself up on one elbow as you lifted the long-sleeved top over her body and off her arms. Underneath, she was still wearing a tight tank top, which you also removed, leaving her in a beige bra that was the last piece to fall to the floor before revealing those soft, perfect tits.
With Sohyun now completely naked—except for her wolf ears. They were essential—you took off the scarlet hoodie you were wearing to be on equal terms with her. Then you buried your face in the side of her neck, peppering it with wet, sensual kisses complemented by equally sensual hip movements that drove every inch of your shaft in and out of her pussy.
Sohyun took your hand and brought it to her breast for you to squeeze and massage. With your right arm, you held her close to you, gradually building up to a rhythm that wasn't too strong, but fast enough to make her body jiggle with each pump. She turned her head in search of your lips, and when they met, you kissed again.
After a few seconds, you couldn't help but go faster and faster, your left hand on Sohyun's waist and your right hand across her collarbone, squeezing both of her tits. Sohyun muffled moans against your lips, holding onto your wrist and the back of your neck until she thrust her hips back and came, fucking herself against your cock as her muscles contracted and trembled. You held her close the whole time, holding her against you to feel the warmth of each other's bodies as much as possible.
"Enough cuddling, you'll do it later," Sohyun moaned into the kiss. "Fuck me from behind."
You pulled out of her and knelt as she positioned herself on her hands and knees. From behind, the view of her with those wolf ears was even better than you'd thought. Sohyun parted her knees and arched her back, stretching her arms out in front of her head to look at you over her shoulder. She bit her lip and frowned as you thrust back into her pussy.
Holding onto her waist with both hands, you continued to move your hips at a strong, steady pace. Sohyun grabbed a pillow and hugged it beneath her head, moaning against it. You squeezed both of her buttocks and moved your hands up her back to rest on the nape of her neck, leaning forward to press her head against the pillow. Inevitably, she ended up lowering her hips, remaining in a prone bone position until she came again.
As her thighs trembled and she moaned against the pillow, you lowered yourself toward her and covered her with your upper body, then grabbed her chin and made her look at you.
"Feeling better?" you asked, looking into her teary eyes.
"Not until you cum too," Sohyun replied.
"Why?"
"Because it makes me feel good that you feel good too," her expression changed. "Wait a minute, have you had dinner?"
You chuckled and kissed her forehead.
"No, I haven't had dinner, Nupy," you shook your head. "After this we can order food if you want. I don't feel like cooking right now."
"Sounds good to me," she nodded.
That matter settled, you pulled out of her and had her lie on her back to continue fucking her pussy, with her left thigh pressed against her body with your hand and her other leg resting against the back of the couch. Now you were making her tits bounce. Sohyun took the pillow from under her head and placed it over her mouth to bite it, watching you pound her. You leaned forward again, your hands on either side of her head and your body holding her thigh in position.
Sohyun came one last time, but as you too felt yourself on the verge of climax, you continued fucking her through her orgasm. Seconds later, you quickly pulled out of her, straddled her body, and grabbed the back of her head to press the tip of your cock against her tongue, masturbating until you exploded inside her mouth.
Sohyun closed her lips around your cock as you unloaded inside her, your hands on either side of her head, careful not to knock her wolf ears off. She took every drop, and you watched as her throat forced each spurt down until there was nothing left in your balls.
After your climax had passed, you pulled out of her mouth and gently grabbed her chin.
"And now?" you gasped. "Better?"
Sohyun wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and leaned her head back onto the pillow. She crossed her hands over her chest.
"Much better," she nodded and looked up at the ceiling. "I still don't want to see her damn face, but I guess that won't go away for a while."
"I don't blame you." You reached to your left and took your phone out of your shorts pocket on the floor, then lay down next to Sohyun. She shifted onto her side to curl up against you with her arms in front of her. "What do you want to eat?"
"Hmmm," Sohyun looked at the contents of Baemin's app, where you always ordered food. "Fried chicken?"
"Aight."
You placed the order with her in less than two minutes: half-and-half fried chicken (half crispy, half with sweet and spicy sauce), garlic fries with cheese, fried rice cakes, four cans of beer, and for dessert, vanilla ice cream with honey and cornflakes. While you waited, you lay still naked on the couch playing Balatro until you received the call.
"Are you going or am I?" Sohyun asked. "Well, we both better go."
Sohyun made a move to get up, but you stopped her and shook your head.
"You stay here, silly," you said, sitting up and leaving her your phone with Balatro open. "I'll go. If you get Hanging Chad, take it without hesitation."
"And if The Wall shows up?"
"We're screwed."
You quickly dressed and went to the door to pick up what the delivery guy had brought. After thanking him, you went back inside with Sohyun, who had put on her panties and bra.
"Oh, I'll get you a sweater," you said, leaving all the bags on the coffee table for her to unpack.
Sohyun nodded and sat up, focused on your phone screen. You quickly went to your room, grabbed one of the sweaters you weren't going to bring on the trip, and handed it to her. Then, you sat down to eat while chatting about anything that came to mind. An hour later, when you'd finished everything you'd ordered, you were stuffed. The only thing left half-eaten was the ice cream, which you'd decided to save for later.
"Do you want a ride?" you asked, slumped on the couch with your hoodie up and your fingers interlaced over your stomach.
Sohyun was lying on your right, her feet up on your lap. She grimaced.
"Well, I was going to ask if I could stay here from today on," she said. "I know I was supposed to come stay in two days, but I really don't want to go to the dorm and see her."
"No, no, it's fine," you patted her calf and left your hand there. "I don't mind."
"Are you sure?"
"When have I ever said no to you?"
"I don't know, you're such a sourpuss sometimes."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I'm sure not. Anyway, I think the only problem is that I didn't bring any clothes."
"I can lend you money to buy things, if you want."
"Don't even think about it," Sohyun glared at you. "I'll have Yooyeon bring me my things."
"Whatever you want," you shrugged. "Hey, will you help me pack?"
"Yeah, but let me rest the food. I feel like I'm going to explode."
Sohyun and you rested on the couch, each doing your own things but enjoying each other's company. About ten minutes later, you went to your room and into the dressing room to pack your clothes with the help of your bestie. Between all the things you had to do, it took you about two hours to finish, and when you did, you took turns taking a shower and then going to bed.
The next day, you didn't get to spend as much time with her as you would have liked since you had to stream for about seven hours and she had a busy schedule, so you didn't see each other until 9 PM. That night, you made dinner together and watched a movie before going to sleep right away since your flight left early in the morning.
The next morning, Sohyun accompanied you to the Incheon Airport, wearing a loose-fitting outfit, a face mask, and a cap, just as a precaution. She carried the extra suitcase you'd ended up needing, and you carried your backpack, your main suitcase in one hand and your grained black leather Tom Ford briefcase, where you kept your personal belongings, in the other. It was 6am. Your flight was leaving at 9am.
"Remind me again how often your cats eat?" Sohyun asked as you were about to go to the counter to check in.
"Uhm..." You scratched your temple. "When they get unbearable and demand food until they're exhausted. I've spoiled them."
"Yeah, it shows," Sohyun extended her palm toward you. You looked at her.
"What?"
"Am I going to walk to Seoul or something? The car remote, idiot."
"Ah. Sorry, just habit."
Without realizing it, you'd put the car remote in your hoodie pocket. You took it out and placed it in her palm. It was painful to entrust your Purosangue to someone else, but if there was anyone you'd trust with it with your eyes closed and the certainty that they wouldn't crash it into some random streetlight, it was her.
"Please take care of yourself," Sohyun said, grabbing your wrist. "Don't skip meals, and please get a good night's sleep. Oh, and send me pictures."
"I will, thanks, Nupy," you pulled her towards you, into a warm hug that gave you all the strength you needed to face the day. "And you take some time and cut off contact with Xinyu. You need it."
"I'll try, but you know how she is," she replied, her chin resting on your shoulder. "Can I use your computer?"
"As long as you don't do anything stupid, yes," you said, moving away from her. "The camera lens is covered anyway."
"Aight. See you later, Leone," Sohyun handed you the suitcase.
"See you later, Nupy."
You blew her a kiss, took your suitcases in each hand, and went straight to check-in, leaving her behind. After presenting your passport, grabbing your boarding pass, and handing over your luggage, you went to security to have your backpack and briefcase checked, then went to immigration to have your passport stamped. After that, there was nothing left for you to do but go to the boarding area to wait.
A couple of hours later, you had boarded and were on your way to Florence.
