Jaime slobbers her way down your shaft, taking your cock down her throat with remarkable ease, until her lips press against your root. Her tongue slithers out, lapping at your balls until they pulse. With a groan you pull out and unload all over Jaime's cute face and glasses 😵💫
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Part 2 and A Continuation of Punishing My Cheating Gf Pt.1 Hope Everyone Enjoyed The Story.
Winter's face is pressed into the floor.
Not the mattress—the floor. She slipped off the bed at some point during your last round with her ass, her body sliding bonelessly onto the hardwood, and now she lies there in a crumpled heap of sweat-slicked limbs and ruined makeup. Her cheek is squished flat against the wood. Her mouth hangs open. A puddle of drool is spreading beneath her lower lip, thick and stringy, glistening under the lamplight.
And her eyes.
Jesus fuck, her eyes.
They're rolled so far back you can barely see the irises—just white, just the bloodshot edges of her sclera, her pupils somewhere up near her skull. Her tongue lolls out, fat and pink and wet, drool cascading over her chin in thin rivulets. The expression on her face is pure brainless ecstasy—mouth slack, brows lifted, cheeks flushed a deep, feverish red. Ahegao. The kind of face you've only ever seen in hentai screenshots, the kind of face that signals a complete and total shutdown of higher brain function. She's not Winter anymore. She's not even your dog. She's a creature made entirely of fucked-out bliss, and every few seconds a giggle bubbles up from her throat—high-pitched, unhinged, utterly empty.
"Tee-hee… tee-hee-hee…"
Her asshole clenches. Relaxes. Clenches again. And then—with a wet, obscene splurt that echoes in the quiet room—a glob of your cum pushes out of her gaped hole and slides down her perineum toward her cunt. The white fluid is thick, pearlescent, mixed with the faintest trace of pink from the rough fucking you gave her. It drips onto the floor, joining the other stains, and Winter giggles again.
"More… daddy… more cum… tee-hee…"
Mina watches this from her spot near the wall, her arms still crossed over her chest. Her expression isn't satisfied anymore. The clinical fascination that was there a moment ago has curdled into something else—something sharper, something colder. Her dark eyes narrow as she looks at Winter's ruined form, then shift to Minho, still crumpled against the wall, still crying, his trapped cock an angry purple monstrosity between his thighs.
"You think this is funny?" Mina's voice cuts through Winter's giggling like a blade. "You think you've been punished enough?"
Winter doesn't respond. Can't respond. She's too far gone, her brain too thoroughly scrambled by your cock and your cum and the relentless pounding you've given her holes. Another giggle escapes her mouth. Another splurt of cum drips from her ass.
Mina's jaw tightens.
She turns to Minho, and her heels click against the floor with deliberate, measured steps. Each one makes Minho flinch. His tear-streaked face lifts toward her, and the terror in his eyes is so pure, so absolute, that you almost feel something. Almost.
"Four months," Mina says, standing over him. "Four months of lies. Four months of me cooking you dinner. Four months of me sucking your cock. Four months of me believing you when you said you loved me." Her voice doesn't waver. Doesn't crack. It's steady and cold and sharp as a scalpel. "And the whole time, you were fucking her."
Minho opens his mouth, but no words come out. Just a whimper. Just a pathetic, strangled sound that makes Mina's lip curl in disgust.
"You wasted my time," she continues. She lifts her foot—the black stiletto heel catching the light—and places it directly on his trapped, swollen cock. "You wasted my money. I paid for your dinners. I bought your clothes. I gave you two years of my life."
She presses down.
Minho screams.
Not the guttural scream from before—this one is high-pitched, desperate, the sound of an animal caught in a trap. His whole body convulses, his hands flying to Mina's ankle, but she doesn't stop. She grinds her heel against the steel ring, against the purple flesh, against the bulging veins. The cage rattles. The ring digs deeper. Minho's balls, already swollen to the size of plums, turn a shade of purple so dark they look black.
"Mina—please—I'll pay you back—I'll do anything—"
"You'll pay me back?" Mina laughs—that cold, brittle sound that's becoming the soundtrack to this night. "With what? With this?" She presses harder, and Minho's scream cuts off into a choked gurgle. "This worthless piece of meat? This pathetic excuse for a cock? You can't even get hard with it locked up like this. You can't do anything. You're nothing."
She leans down, her face inches from his, her heel still grinding against his ruined cock.
"You're not a man," she whispers. "You're a disappointment in human skin. You couldn't satisfy me. You couldn't satisfy her." She jerks her head toward Winter's limp, giggling form. "And now you can't even satisfy yourself. Look at you. Crying on the floor. Cock locked up. Balls ready to burst. You're pathetic, Minho. You've always been pathetic. I just didn't want to see it."
Minho sobs. His hands fall away from her ankle. He stops fighting. He just lies there, pinned to the floor by her heel, tears streaming down his face, and lets her grind her foot against the most sensitive part of his body.
"I'm sorry," he chokes out. "I'm so sorry—"
"Sorry doesn't cut it." Mina pulls her foot back, and Minho gasps in relief, his body curling inward, his hands cupping his abused genitals. "Sorry doesn't un-fuck all the nights you spent inside her. Sorry doesn't give me back my two years. Sorry doesn't make you any less of a worthless, cheating, limp-dicked piece of shit."
She turns away from him, dismissing him completely, and her eyes find yours.
Something shifts in her expression.
The cold fury doesn't disappear—it's still there, burning in her dark irises—but it's joined by something else. Something hungrier. Something that makes her pupils dilate and her lips part just slightly. She looks at you the way Winter looked at you an hour ago—before you broke her, before you remade her. Like she's seeing you for the first time.
An idea sparks in her gaze. You can practically see it forming—the way her eyes widen, the way her head tilts, the way a slow, calculating smile spreads across her sharp-featured face.
"Minho," she says, still looking at you. "Do you want to know what a real man looks like?"
Minho doesn't answer. He's still curled on the floor, still crying, still clutching his swollen balls.
Mina's hands move to the straps of her red dress.
The fabric slides off her shoulders with a whisper, pooling at her elbows, then her waist, then the floor. She steps out of it, naked except for a black lace thong that barely covers anything, and the sight of her body hits you like a physical force.
Mina is lean where Winter is soft. Her frame is angular, sharp, all high cheekbones and defined collarbones and hip bones that jut out like blades. Her tits are small—smaller than Winter's—with dark brown nipples that are already tight and pebbled. Her stomach is flat, almost concave, the muscles shifting beneath her skin as she breathes. Her legs are long and toned, and the way she stands—shoulders back, chin high, utterly unashamed—makes her look like a goddess carved from marble and spite.
"Look at me," she commands Minho, but her eyes are still on you. "Look at what you're never going to touch again."
Minho lifts his head. His gaze drags over Mina's naked body, and a fresh wave of tears spills down his cheeks. The cage rattles. His cock tries—fails—to respond to the sight of the woman he betrayed.
Mina ignores him. She walks toward you, her bare feet silent on the hardwood, her hips swaying with deliberate, predatory grace. When she reaches you, she doesn't hesitate. Her hand cups the back of your neck. Her fingers tangle in your hair. And then she pulls your mouth to hers.
The kiss is nothing like Winter's. Winter kissed like a lover—soft, pliant, desperate to please. Mina kisses like a conqueror. Her tongue pushes past your lips with aggressive hunger, tasting you, claiming you. Her teeth graze your lower lip, then bite down—not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make you feel it. Her body presses against yours, skin to skin, her small tits crushed against your chest, her hip bone digging into your thigh.
Behind her, you hear Minho make a strangled sound. A protest. A plea. You don't care.
Mina pulls back just long enough to lift her left hand—the one not tangled in your hair—and extend her middle finger in Minho's direction. She doesn't look at him. Doesn't acknowledge him. Just flips him off while her tongue traces the edge of your ear.
"From now on," she breathes against your skin, "I'm your woman. Not his. Yours. I don't want that stupid, pathetic excuse for a man anymore." Her hand slides down your chest, nails raking lightly over your skin, leaving faint red lines. "So please… fuck me. Just like you fucked Winter. Make me feel good."
You smirk against her mouth.
"With pleasure."
But Mina pulls back before you can grab her. She holds up one finger—wait—and turns toward Winter's limp, giggling form on the floor.
"Not so fast," Mina says. "I want an audience."
She walks over to Winter and grabs her by the hair, dragging her across the floor toward the bed. Winter yelps—the first coherent sound she's made in minutes—but doesn't resist. Her body slides easily across the hardwood, leaving a trail of drool and cum in her wake. When they reach the foot of the bed, Mina shoves Winter's face toward the mattress.
"Stay there," Mina commands. "Watch. Don't move. Don't touch yourself. Just watch."
Winter's eyes are still glazed, still unfocused, but something flickers in their depths. Awareness. Recognition. Jealousy. She looks at you, then at Mina, then back at you, and her lower lip trembles.
"Daddy… please… I want—"
"Shut up." Mina doesn't even look at her. She climbs onto the bed and positions herself in the center of the mattress, her legs spreading wide, her black lace thong the only barrier between you and what you're about to claim. "You had your turn. Two loads in your cunt, one in your ass, another in your throat. And you're still a cheating whore. You don't deserve more."
Winter whimpers. Her hands clench into fists on the floor. But she doesn't move. Doesn't argue. Just watches with desperate, hungry eyes as Mina reaches down and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong.
The lace slides down her thighs. Past her knees. Off her ankles.
Mina's pussy is different from Winter's. Where Winter's cunt is plump and pink and almost innocent-looking, Mina's is sharp and severe—a dark slit nestled between lean thighs, the outer lips thin and delicate, the inner folds just barely visible. She keeps herself trimmed rather than waxed, a neat strip of black hair above her clit that points downward like an arrow. Her clit itself is prominent, already peeking out from its hood, already glistening with the first evidence of her arousal.
"See this?" Mina says, looking directly at Minho. She reaches down with both hands and spreads her pussy lips apart, exposing the pink, slick flesh within. "This is what you're never going to taste again. This is what you're never going to fuck again. This belongs to him now. Watch him use it better than you ever could."
Minho makes a sound—something between a sob and a groan—and you see his hands moving toward his locked cock. His fingers fumble against the steel ring, trying to find some way to stimulate himself through the metal. The head of his dick has turned an even darker shade of purple, and his balls look like they're about to burst.
"Look at him," you say, climbing onto the bed between Mina's spread thighs. "Trying to jerk off through the cage. Pathetic."
"Don't look at him." Mina's hand grabs your chin, forcing your gaze back to her face. "Look at me. I want your tongue inside me. Now."
You don't make her ask twice.
You lower your mouth to her cunt, and the first taste of her floods your senses—salt and musk and something faintly sweet, like honey left too long in the sun. She's not as wet as Winter was, not yet, but she's getting there. Your tongue traces the length of her slit, parting those thin outer lips, and Mina's breath catches in her throat.
"Fuck," she murmurs, her fingers threading through your hair. "That's—yes—"
You lick her again. Slower. Deeper. Your tongue dips inside her, tasting the heat of her channel, and Mina's hips roll upward to meet your mouth. She's not passive like Winter. She doesn't lie back and take it. She fucks your face with deliberate, grinding motions, using your tongue like a toy, chasing her pleasure with single-minded intensity.
"That's it," she gasps, her grip on your hair tightening. "Eat my pussy. Eat it like you mean it. Show Minho how a real man satisfies a woman."
You oblige. Your tongue finds her clit—that prominent, swollen nub—and you suck it between your lips. Mina cries out, a sharp, startled sound that's nothing like Winter's desperate moans. Her thighs clamp around your head. Her back arches off the mattress.
"Fuck—fuck—you see this, Minho?" Her voice is ragged, breathless, but still sharp enough to cut. "This is how you—aahh—this is how you satisfy a woman—with your mouth—with your tongue—not with excuses—not with lies—"
Minho's response is unintelligible—just a wet, choking sob that fades into background noise. You don't look at him. You're too focused on Mina's cunt, on the way her clit pulses against your tongue, on the way her juices are flowing more freely now, coating your chin and cheeks with her slickness.
"Deeper," she commands, shoving your face harder against her pussy. "Fuck me with your tongue. Get it inside me."
You slide your tongue as deep into her cunt as it will go. Her walls are hot and tight and already starting to flutter around the intrusion. She tastes incredible—musky and rich and unlike anyone else. Your nose presses against her clit as you fuck her with your tongue, and the dual stimulation makes her hips buck wildly.
"Yes—yes—just like that—fuck—"
You feel her getting close. Her thighs are trembling. Her grip on your hair is almost painful. Her breathing has gone ragged and quick, her chest heaving, her small tits bouncing with every desperate inhale.
But you're not going to let her come. Not yet.
You pull back, and Mina makes a sound of pure frustration—a growl, almost feral, that makes Winter flinch on the floor.
"Why did you stop?" Mina's eyes are wild, her carefully controlled composure cracking at the edges. "I was almost—"
"I know." You crawl up her body, positioning yourself between her thighs, the head of your cock nudging against her slick entrance. "But I want to feel you come on my cock. Not my tongue."
Mina stares at you for a moment, her chest heaving, her expression caught somewhere between fury and desperate need. Then she laughs—a breathless, almost giddy sound that transforms her sharp features into something softer.
"Then fuck me," she says, and her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. "Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like you own me. Because you do now. You own this pussy. Not Minho. Not anyone else. You."
You drive into her in one hard, smooth thrust.
Mina's cunt is tighter than Winter's—not in a physical sense, but in the way she clenches around you, deliberately, intentionally, milking your shaft with muscles she's obviously trained. She's wet enough now that the slide is easy, but the grip… the grip is incredible. Every inch of your cock is squeezed and stroked by her inner walls, and the heat of her is almost overwhelming.
"Fuuuck," Mina groans, her head falling back, her throat exposed. "That's—that's so much better than his—his pathetic little dick—"
You start to move. Slow at first, pulling out until just the tip is inside her, then sliding back in until your hips press against hers. Mina's body moves with you, matching your rhythm, her hips rising to meet every thrust. The wet sounds of your fucking fill the room—schlick, schlick, schlick—and underneath that, you can hear Winter's desperate whimpering from the floor.
"Daddy… please… I want… please let me… I need…"
"Shut up." Mina's voice is strained but still commanding. "You don't get to come. You don't get to touch yourself. You just get to watch. Watch him fuck me better than he ever fucked you."
Winter sobs. You hear her hands slapping against the floor in frustration, but she doesn't disobey. She doesn't touch herself. She just watches with those glassy, desperate eyes as you pick up the pace.
You fuck Mina harder now—deeper, faster, the way she clearly wants it. Her tits bounce with every thrust, small and firm, the dark nipples tight peaks that you lean down to suck into your mouth. Mina cries out, her nails raking down your back, her legs locking tighter around your waist.
"Don't stop—don't fucking stop—"
You have no intention of stopping. You're pounding into her now, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixing with Mina's increasingly incoherent moans. She's losing control. The carefully maintained composure, the cold calculation, the sharp-edged cruelty—it's all dissolving into pure, mindless pleasure. Her eyes are starting to roll back. Her mouth is hanging open. Her tongue—that sharp tongue that's been spewing venom all night—is now just lolling uselessly, drool gathering at the corners of her lips.
"Look at me," you growl, grabbing her chin the same way you grabbed Winter's. "Look at me while I fuck you."
Mina's eyes focus on your face with visible effort. "Y-yes—I'm looking—I'm looking—"
"Who owns this pussy?"
"You do—you own it—it's yours—"
"Say my name."
"Y/n—" The name tears out of her throat like a prayer. "Y/n—fuck—Y/n—"
From the floor, Winter makes a broken, keening sound. "Daddy—please—I said your name too—please don't forget about me—please—"
You ignore her. You're too focused on Mina, on the way her cunt is starting to flutter and clench around you, on the way her breathing has gone high and tight and desperate. She's close. You can feel it in the way her inner walls grip you, in the way her thighs are starting to shake, in the way her eyes keep trying to roll back despite her efforts to keep them fixed on your face.
"You want to come?" you ask, your voice rough with your own building pleasure.
"Please—please let me come—"
"Then come. Come on my cock. Scream my name. Let everyone in this building know who's fucking you."
Mina's orgasm hits her like a detonation.
Her back bows off the mattress so hard you're afraid she might snap her spine. Her mouth opens in a soundless scream, her eyes finally rolling back completely, her cunt clamping down on your shaft with rhythmic, pulsing contractions that seem to go on forever. She gushes around you—not quite squirting, but so wet that you can feel her juices running down your balls and dripping onto the sheets.
"Y/N—FUCK—I'M COMING—I'M COMING ON YOUR COCK—"
The sound of your name in her wrecked, desperate voice pushes you dangerously close to the edge, but you're not done yet. You're not done with Mina. You're not done punishing Winter. You're not done making Minho watch as another woman—his woman—comes apart on your cock.
You flip Mina onto her stomach before her orgasm has even finished.
She gasps at the sudden movement, but doesn't resist. She's too limp, too fucked-out, too thoroughly satisfied to do anything except lie there as you position her on her hands and knees. Her ass is different from Winter's—less round, more muscular, the cheeks firm and tight. You spread them apart and look at the dark pucker of her asshole, but you don't touch it. You're not going to fuck Mina's ass tonight. That's not what tonight is about.
Tonight, you're going to fill Mina's cunt until she can't walk straight. Until Winter understands that her punishment isn't over. Until Minho understands that he's lost everything.
You slide back into Mina's pussy from behind, and she moans—a low, guttural sound that vibrates through her whole body. This angle is deeper, your cock reaching places it couldn't in missionary, and the way Mina clenches around you tells you she feels every inch.
"Fuck—yes—from behind—fuck me from behind—"
You grab her hips and start pounding into her with long, deep strokes. Her ass bounces against your pelvis with every thrust, the firm cheeks rippling from the impact. Her spine arches deeper. Her head drops forward until her forehead is pressed against the mattress. Her hands scrabble at the sheets, searching for something to hold onto.
"Harder—fuck me harder—I want to feel you in my throat—"
You give her harder. You give her everything. Your hips slap against her ass with brutal, punishing rhythm, and the sounds Mina is making are barely human anymore—grunts and moans and breathless shrieks that blend together into a symphony of pure, unrestrained lust.
And through it all, Winter watches.
She's crawled closer to the bed—not touching, not quite disobeying, but close enough that you can see the desperation in her face. Her eyes are fixed on the place where your cock disappears into Mina's cunt. Her mouth is hanging open. Her fingers are digging into the floor so hard you can see the whites of her knuckles.
"Daddy… please… please… I'm your dog… I'm your bitch… please let me… please…"
"Stay," you command, not breaking rhythm. "Stay and watch. You don't get to come. You don't get to touch. You just get to watch."
Winter's face crumples. Tears spill down her already-tracked cheeks, mixing with the drool and the ruined mascara. But she stays. She doesn't touch herself. She just watches with those hungry, desperate, utterly broken eyes as you fuck Mina into the mattress.
And in the corner, Minho is doing the same.
His hands are wrapped around his locked cock, fingers fumbling uselessly against the steel ring, trying to find some way—any way—to stimulate himself. The head of his dick is so purple now it looks almost black, and his balls are so swollen they're pressing against the ring with visible tension. He's in pain—obvious, excruciating pain—but he can't seem to stop touching himself. Can't seem to stop trying to get off to the sight of you fucking the woman he thought belonged to him.
"Mina…" His voice is a broken whisper, barely audible over the sounds of your fucking. "Mina… please… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"
Mina doesn't hear him. Or if she does, she doesn't care. She's too lost in her own pleasure, too consumed by the cock pounding into her cunt, too far gone to spare a thought for the crying man in the corner.
"Y/n—" Her voice is cracking, breaking, falling apart. "I'm going to—fuck—I'm going to come again—please—can I come again—"
"Come," you growl, reaching around to rub her clit with your fingers. "Come on my cock. Come as many times as you want. I'm going to fill this pussy with my cum."
The combination of your cock and your fingers is too much. Mina's second orgasm hits her even harder than the first, her whole body convulsing, her cunt clamping down on your shaft so hard it almost hurts. She screams—a raw, primal sound that tears out of her throat—and then she's babbling, an incoherent stream of words that barely make sense.
"Fuck—Y/n—yes—fill me up—fill my pussy—I want your cum—I want it all—give it to me—"
The sensation of her cunt milking your cock pushes you over the edge.
You bury yourself to the hilt inside her, grinding your hips against her ass, and explode. The first jet of cum blasts against her cervix with enough force to make her gasp. The second floods her channel, thick and hot and overwhelming. The third, fourth, fifth spurts keep coming, your balls drawing up tight and emptying everything they have into her clutching, pulsing pussy.
"Take it," you growl, still grinding against her. "Take every fucking drop."
Mina is still coming—still fluttering around you—her orgasm stretching on and on as your cum fills her. You can feel it pooling inside her, can feel the way her cunt gets wetter and hotter with every pulse of your cock. When you finally pull out, a flood of white follows—your seed mixed with her juices, dripping out of her stretched hole and running down her thighs in thick rivulets.
Mina collapses onto the mattress, her face buried in the sheets, her ass still up, her pussy still leaking. Her body is limp, her breathing ragged, her eyes closed. She looks almost peaceful—the sharp edges of her face softened by exhaustion and satisfaction.
But you're not done.
You flip her onto her back before she can recover, and she stares up at you with dazed, glassy eyes. "Again?" she breathes, and the word is half-disbelief, half-desperate hope.
"Again," you confirm, positioning yourself between her thighs. "I told you. I'm going to fill this pussy until you can't walk."
"Daddy—please—" Winter's voice cuts through the room, high and desperate. "Please—you already came inside her—please let me—I need you—I need your cock—I'll do anything—"
You look at her. At the woman who cheated on you for four months. At the woman who's been crying and begging and crawling for what feels like hours. At the woman whose holes are still gaping and leaking your cum.
"No," you say, and you slide back into Mina's cum-filled cunt.
Winter sobs. A full-body, wracking sob that shakes her entire frame. But she doesn't look away. She doesn't stop watching. Her eyes stay fixed on your cock as it saws in and out of Mina's pussy, the wet sounds even more obscene now with your cum acting as extra lubricant.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Mina is moaning again, her hips rising to meet yours, her legs wrapping around your waist. "Yes—yes—don't stop—fuck my pussy—use me—use me like you used her—"
You fuck her slower this time—deeper, more deliberate, savoring every stroke. Mina's cunt is so wet now it's almost messy, your cum and her juices mixing to create a slick, white foam around the base of your cock. The sight of it—of your shaft disappearing into her creampied pussy, emerging coated in pearlescent fluid—is obscene. Primal. Perfect.
"Look at her," you say to Winter, nodding toward Mina's blissed-out face. "She's getting what you don't deserve. She's getting my cock. She's getting my cum. She's getting my attention. And you… you just get to watch."
"I'm sorry—" Winter's voice cracks. "I'm so sorry—I was bad—I was a bad dog—but I can be good—I can be so good—please give me another chance—"
"Maybe." You don't slow your rhythm. "Maybe if you watch long enough. Maybe if you're patient enough. Maybe if you prove you've learned your lesson."
And so Winter watches.
She watches as you fuck Mina through another orgasm, this one quieter than the last—a shuddering, whimpering release that makes her eyes flutter closed and her mouth fall open. She watches as you pull out and flip Mina onto her side, lifting one leg over your shoulder and sliding back into her from a new angle. She watches as Mina's tits bounce with every thrust, as Mina's mouth forms your name over and over, as Mina's hands reach up to grab your shoulders and pull you deeper.
In the corner, Minho watches too.
His hands are still wrapped around his caged cock, still fumbling uselessly. His eyes are red and swollen from crying. His dick is so purple now it looks genuinely concerning—the flesh bulging against the steel ring, the head straining toward some impossible release. He's in agony. Physical agony from the constriction. Emotional agony from watching another man fuck his girlfriend. Spiritual agony from the complete and total loss of everything he thought he had.
"Mina…" he whispers. "Winter…"
Neither woman responds. Winter is too focused on you and Mina. Mina is too focused on the cock pounding into her cunt.
You fuck Mina in missionary now—her legs pushed back toward her chest, her knees nearly touching her shoulders, her pussy spread wide and vulnerable beneath you. It's an intense position, one that puts pressure on her body and lets you drive deeper than ever before. The head of your cock bumps against her cervix with every thrust, and Mina gasps—a sharp, pained-pleasured sound that makes Winter flinch.
"Fuck—fuck—that's so deep—"
"You can take it." You're panting now, sweat dripping down your forehead, your body starting to tire but your lust burning brighter than ever. "You wanted me to fuck you like I fucked Winter. This is how I fucked Winter. Deep and hard and without mercy."
Mina's response is a moan—a long, drawn-out sound that seems to come from somewhere deep in her chest. Her eyes are rolling back again. Her tongue is lolling out. The cold, calculating woman who walked into this apartment an hour ago is gone. In her place is something else. Something hungry. Something ruined.
Something that belongs to you.
"I'm going to come again," you grit out, your rhythm starting to falter. "I'm going to fill this pussy again. Another load. Another creampie."
"Yes—yes—do it—fill me up—"
You look at Winter as you come. Lock eyes with her. Watch the desperate, shattered expression on her face as you bury yourself in Mina's cunt and pump another thick load of cum into her womb. The first jet makes Mina cry out. The second makes her claw at your back. The third, fourth, fifth spurts fill her so completely that cum starts leaking out around your shaft before you've even pulled out—white fluid dripping onto the sheets, mixing with the evidence of your first load.
Winter whimpers. Her whole body is trembling. Her hands are clenched so tight her nails are digging into her palms.
"Daddy… please… I need… please…"
You pull out of Mina slowly, watching the way her cum-filled pussy gapes and twitches. A thick stream of white follows your cock, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Mina lies limp, her legs still spread, her chest heaving, her eyes closed in exhausted bliss.
You stand up, your own legs a little unsteady, and look down at the two women—one on the bed, one on the floor. Both leaking your cum. Both utterly broken. Both yours.
In the corner, Minho has stopped trying to touch himself. His hands have fallen to his sides. His head is hanging low. His trapped, purple cock bobs slightly with every shaky breath, and a single tear drips off his chin onto the floor.
You walk over to him.
He looks up at you with those red-rimmed eyes, and for a moment—just a moment—you see the man who was your best friend. The man who stood beside you at your father's funeral. The man who helped you move into this apartment.
Then the moment passes.
"How does it feel?" you ask, your voice quiet. "Watching me fuck both of them? Watching me fill them with cum? Watching them beg for more?"
Minho's mouth opens. Closes. No words come out.
"That's what I thought." You turn away from him, back toward the bed where Mina is still sprawled, still leaking, still barely conscious. "We're not done yet."
Winter's still on her knees when you turn to her.
Her glassy eyes are fixed on the space between you and Mina and the bed, darting from your cum-slick cock to Minho's curled form against the wall. That desperate hunger hasn't faded—if anything, it's gotten sharper, more feral, a starved animal watching food dangle just out of reach.
"You want my cock," you say. Not a question.
Winter's head bobs frantically. Drool swings from her chin. "Yes—yes, daddy—please—"
"Then earn it." You nod toward Minho. "He's the reason you're not getting fucked right now. He's the reason you've been watching instead of feeling. If it weren't for him, you'd be on my cock right now. So do something about it."
Winter blinks. The words take a moment to penetrate the fog of lust clouding her brain. "What… what do you mean?"
"I mean," you say, stepping closer and grabbing her hair, "go over there and hurt him. Punch his cock. Stomp his balls. Make him suffer. Show me how mad you are that he kept you from getting what you need."
From the corner, Minho makes a strangled noise. "No—Winter, no—you don't have to—"
"Shut up." Mina's voice cuts through, still thick with post-orgasmic bliss but sharp enough to draw blood. She's propped herself up on her elbows on the bed, her cum-leaking cunt still on display, watching the scene unfold with renewed interest. "I want to see this."
Winter rises to her feet.
She's unsteady—hours of fucking and crying and crawling have turned her legs to jelly—but she moves toward Minho with a purpose that wasn't there before. Her expression shifts as she crosses the room. The blank, fucked-out emptiness hardens into something else. Something furious.
"You," she breathes, staring down at him. "This is your fault."
Minho scrambles backward, but the wall stops him. His hands fly up in pathetic defense. "Winter—please—I love you—I told you I love you—"
"No you don't." Her voice cracks. "You just wanted my cunt. You wanted my mouth. You used me. And now—" She gestures back at you, at her own leaking, ruined body. "Now daddy won't fuck me because of you. Because I was stupid enough to spread my legs for a worthless piece of shit like you."
She kicks him.
Her bare foot connects with his ribs, and Minho grunts, curling inward. The steel ring glints around his trapped cock, that purple-black flesh bulging obscenely against the metal. Winter stares at it—at the swollen head, the engorged veins, the balls that have turned the color of bruised plums—and her lip curls.
"This stupid fucking cock," she spits. "This is what started everything. This pathetic little dick that couldn't even make me come half the time."
Her foot lifts.
Minho sees what's coming. His eyes go wide. "Winter—don't—"
She brings her heel down on his cock.
The sound Minho makes isn't human. It's a shriek—high and keening and full of agony—as Winter's foot grinds his trapped shaft against the floor. The steel ring digs deeper into his flesh. His balls flatten under the pressure of her arch. His whole body convulses, hands scrabbling at her ankle, but Winter doesn't stop.
"That's for lying to me," she hisses, bearing down harder. "That's for making me think you actually gave a fuck about me."
"Please—please—it hurts—"
"Good." She lifts her foot and brings it down again. Harder. Minho screams. "That's for every time you fucked me and left me unsatisfied."
Another stomp. Another scream.
"That's for four months of sneaking around!"
Stomp.
"That's for making daddy stop fucking me—"
Stomp.
"—so I had to watch him fuck Mina—"
Stomp.
"—while I sat there empty and dripping and desperate—"
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Winter is sobbing now, tears carving clean tracks through the mess on her face, but she doesn't stop. Her foot hammers down again and again—on his cock, his balls, his belly, his thighs. Every part of him that made her a cheater. Every part of him that kept her from your cock. She kicks his ribs until he wheezes. She stomps his balls until his shrieks fade into wet, choking gurgles. She grinds her toes against the steel ring until the flesh beneath turns an even deeper, more agonized shade of purple.
"You—fucking—bastard—" Each word is punctuated by impact. "You ruined me—you ruined everything—"
Minho's hands have fallen limp at his sides. He's not even trying to defend himself anymore. Just lies there, taking it, tears streaming down his cheeks, his tortured cock a swollen monument to his sins.
Mina watches from the bed, her dark eyes glittering. "Look at her go," she murmurs. "Our little attack dog."
Winter kicks Minho one final time—a savage blow to the stomach that makes him retch—and stumbles backward. Her chest heaves. Sweat drips down her body. Her foot is smeared with the pre-cum that's been leaking from Minho's trapped cock, a glistening sheen that catches the lamplight.
Then she turns to you.
The fury bleeds out of her expression in an instant, replaced by something soft and desperate and utterly submissive. She drops to her hands and knees. Crawls. Her ass sways with every movement, her cum-stained thighs glistening, her gaped holes still leaking onto the floor. When she reaches your feet, she presses her forehead to the hardwood.
Her hips lift. Her back arches. Her ass moves in the air—left, right, left, right—a dog wagging its tail, presenting itself to its master.
"I did what you wanted, daddy. I hurt him. I made him suffer." Her voice is a wrecked, desperate whisper. "So please… please fuck your pet. Fuck your anal whore."
You look down at her. At the woman who cheated on you for four months. At the woman who, ten minutes ago, was stomping her lover's cock into pulp. At the woman who is now kneeling at your feet, ass up, holes presented, begging for your cock like it's the only thing keeping her alive.
"Good girl," you say.
And you grab her hips.
Your cock is still half-hard, still slick with Mina's cum, still twitching with the need for more. You position yourself behind Winter, the head of your dick pressing against the ruined pucker of her asshole. She's still loose from earlier, still gaping, and when you push forward, you slide in with one smooth, obscene thrust.
"AAAAHHHH—DADDY—"
Winter's scream is pure, unfiltered ecstasy. Her asshole clenches around you—not the desperate, painful clench of before, but a welcoming grip, a hole that's learned to love being filled. Her back arches deeper. Her fingers claw at the floor. Her whole body shudders as you bottom out inside her.
"Fuck—yes—thank you—thank you, daddy—your pet needed this—your whore needed your cock in her ass—"
You don't go slow. You don't ease her into it. You fuck her hard from the first thrust, your hips slapping against her ass with brutal, punishing rhythm. The sound fills the room—wet and obscene, her asshole squelching around your shaft, your previous loads still leaking from her cunt and dripping onto the floor with every impact.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Look at me," Mina commands from the bed.
Winter's head snaps up. Mina has crawled to the edge of the mattress, her lean body shimmering with sweat, her cum-filled cunt leaving a trail on the sheets. She reaches down and grabs Winter's chin, forcing her to meet her eyes.
"You like being daddy's anal whore?"
"Yes—yes—I love it—I love being daddy's anal whore—"
Mina's hand slides from Winter's chin to her chest. Her fingers find Winter's nipple—pale brown, pebbled tight—and squeeze.
Winter moans. A desperate, broken sound that vibrates through her whole body and makes her asshole clench tighter around your cock.
"Such a slutty little nipple," Mina murmurs. She twists it. Winter gasps. "Did Minho ever play with your nipples? Did he suck them? Bite them?"
"No—no, only daddy—only daddy did—"
"Then daddy should see them properly used." Mina leans down and takes Winter's nipple between her teeth.
She bites.
Winter screams—but it's not pain. Or not just pain. The sound tears out of her throat as a shriek that dissolves into a moan, her body bucking backward against your cock, her asshole milking your shaft. Mina's teeth sink deeper into the tender flesh, and her hand snakes down to Winter's belly.
She punches her.
Not a gentle tap. A real punch, a solid impact that makes Winter's stomach concave and her whole body jolt. The air rushes out of her lungs in a grunt. Her asshole clamps down on your cock so hard you see stars.
"Fuck—she just got tighter," you growl, slamming into her harder.
Mina pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Winter's tortured nipple. The nub is red and swollen and glistening. Mina looks at it, then at Winter's dazed, blissed-out face, and grins—a cold, hungry expression.
"Again," Mina says, and punches her belly once more.
Winter's response is a guttural, inhuman sound—half scream, half moan, pure fucked-out bliss. Her eyes roll back until only the whites show. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth. Drool cascades down her chin in thick rivulets.
"Tee-hee… more… hurt me more… daddy's cock… daddy's cock in my ass… Mina's fist in my belly… tee-hee-hee…"
"She's gone," Mina observes, almost admiringly. "Completely gone."
You don't respond. You're too focused on the tight, gripping heat of Winter's asshole, on the way it squeezes and releases around your shaft with every thrust. You grab her hips and flip her—twisting her body into a new position without pulling out, your cock still buried in her ass.
The pile driver.
Winter's shoulders press into the floor, her hips lifted high, her legs splayed in the air. Her ass is directly above her face, your cock driving straight down into her from above. The angle is brutal—deep and intense and relentless—and Winter shrieks with every thrust.
"FUUUUCK—SO DEEP—DADDY—IT'S SO DEEP—"
Mina crawls off the bed and kneels beside Winter's inverted form. Her hand finds Winter's other nipple, twisting and pulling while her mouth descends on the first. She bites. Sucks. Bites harder. Winter's shrieks pitch higher, her body convulsing, her asshole fluttering around your cock.
"Slap her," Mina says, pulling back just long enough to speak. "Slap her face. I want to see it."
You don't hesitate. Your palm cracks across Winter's cheek—the one that isn't already marked by your earlier slaps—and her head snaps to the side. A bright red handprint blooms on her skin.
"Thank you—thank you, daddy—slap your whore—slap your pet—"
You slap her again. Harder. Her cheek is crimson now, the imprint of your fingers stark against her pale skin.
"You're mine," you growl, still fucking down into her ass. "Say it."
"I'm yours—I'm daddy's pet—I'm daddy's anal whore—I'm your fucking dog—"
Mina's hand cracks across Winter's other cheek. "And mine. Say it."
"I'm Mina's too—I'm Mina's toy—I'm both of yours—"
"Good fucking girl."
You pull out—Winter whimpers at the emptiness—and reposition her again. The snake. Winter on her belly, legs together, your cock sliding into her ass from behind at a shallow angle that rubs against every nerve ending. Her ass cheeks press tight around your shaft, and the friction is incredible.
Mina positions herself in front of Winter's face. Her cum-filled cunt hovers inches from Winter's mouth. "Lick," Mina commands. "Clean up the mess daddy made."
Winter's tongue extends immediately, lapping at Mina's pussy with desperate enthusiasm. She moans into the folds, tasting your cum mixed with Mina's juices, her hips grinding backward against your cock. Mina's hand fisted in her hair, shoving her face deeper.
"That's it—clean my cunt—eat daddy's cum out of my pussy—"
You fuck Winter harder now, your rhythm picking up, the need for release building at the base of your spine. Mina reaches around and slaps Winter's ass—once, twice, three times—and each impact makes Winter's asshole clench around you.
"Gonna come," you grit out. "Gonna fill this whore's ass with my cum."
"Do it," Mina says, still grinding against Winter's tongue. "Fill her up. And then fill her again. We're not stopping until she can't walk."
You slam into Winter one final time and let go.
The first pulse of cum floods her bowels, hot and thick. Winter screams into Mina's cunt, her body convulsing beneath you. The second pulse follows, then the third, the fourth, the fifth—your balls drawing up and emptying everything into her clutching, milking asshole. You grind against her, pumping every last drop into her depths.
When you pull out, a gush of white follows—your seed flooding out of her gaped hole, running down her thighs, pooling on the floor beneath her.
Winter doesn't stop licking.
"Thank you," she mumbles against Mina's cunt. "Thank you, daddy. Thank you for filling me. Thank you for using your pet."
You're still hard. Still twitching. Still hungry.
"Full throttle," you say, grabbing her hips. "Now."
"Full throttle," you repeat, and the words are still hanging in the air when you flip Winter onto her back.
The flatiron. Her legs go straight up, ankles crossed, her knees pressed against her chest in a way that makes her asshole gape wide and obscene beneath you. The position is brutal—her spine curved, her weight balanced on her shoulder blades, her cunt and ass both exposed and vulnerable and utterly, completely yours. She stares up at you with those glassy, fucked-out eyes, and her mouth forms a perfect O of anticipation.
"Yes, daddy—use me—fuck your pet—"
You slam into her ass in one brutal stroke.
Winter's scream bounces off the walls, high and keening and full of something that sounds almost religious. Her ankles bob above her head. Her tits press flat against her chest from the angle, nipples dark and swollen and still glistening from Mina's teeth. The cum from your last load acts as lubricant, making the slide obscenely wet, and the sound of your cock sawing in and out of her ruined hole fills the room—squelch, squelch, squelch—wet and filthy and perfect.
Then Mina moves behind you.
Her bare feet are silent on the floor, but you feel her before you see her—the heat of her body, the soft exhale of her breath against your shoulder blade. Her lips press against the space between your shoulders. Soft. Almost tender. A startling contrast to the brutal rhythm of your hips.
"You're incredible," she murmurs against your skin, and her hands slide around your torso. Her fingers find your chest, tracing the contours of your pectoral muscles, her nails dragging lightly through the sweat. "Watching you fuck her… watching you take what you want… god, it makes me so wet."
Her tongue traces the shell of your ear.
The sensation is electric—wet and warm and utterly unexpected. You groan, your rhythm faltering for just a moment, and Mina laughs softly against your ear. Her tongue dips inside, tracing the ridges of cartilage, and then she sucks your earlobe between her lips. Her teeth graze the sensitive flesh. Her breath is hot and damp and intoxicating.
"Don't stop," she whispers. "Don't you dare stop fucking her. I want to feel you move. I want to taste the sweat on your skin while you destroy her ass."
You don't stop. You can't stop. Your hips piston into Winter with renewed fury, and Mina's body presses against your back like a second skin. Her tits are small and firm against your shoulder blades, her nipples hard points that drag across your flesh every time you thrust. Her hands roam your chest—exploring, claiming, tracing the lines of your muscles while her mouth works your ear with obscene devotion.
"Look at me, Winter," Mina says, her voice muffled against your skin. "Look at me while he fucks you."
Winter's glassy eyes shift to Mina's face over your shoulder. Her expression is pure wreckage—vacant and hungry and utterly owned. A fresh string of drool slides from the corner of her mouth, running down her cheek toward the floor.
"You're both his now," Mina continues, her tongue tracing the tendon in your neck. "You're his anal whore. I'm his cunt. And we're never going back. Are we, Winter?"
"No—no—never going back—daddy's sluts—both of us—" Winter's voice is barely coherent, each word punched out by the force of your thrusts.
"That's right." Mina's hand slides down your stomach, fingers wrapping around the base of your cock where it's plunging into Winter's ass. She squeezes—not to stop you, just to feel the motion, to feel your shaft sliding through her grip and into Winter's clutching hole. "Both of us. Yours. Use us however you want."
From the corner, Minho makes a sound.
It's not quite human—a wet, broken sob that catches in his throat and dissolves into a whimper. He's still crumpled against the wall, still naked from the waist down, his cock still trapped in that cruel steel ring. The flesh has turned an alarming shade of purple-black, and his balls are so swollen they look ready to split. But his eyes are fixed on the scene before him—on you fucking Winter, on Mina draped across your back, on the two women who used to belong to him now utterly, completely owned by you.
"You see this?" you growl, not breaking rhythm. "You see what happens when you betray the people who love you? You get to watch. You get to sit in the corner with your useless cock locked up while I fuck both of your women. While they beg for more."
Minho's mouth opens. Closes. No words come out—just a thin, keening whine that makes Mina laugh against your ear.
"He's pathetic," she murmurs, and her tongue traces the edge of your jaw. "Forget him. Focus on me. Focus on her. We're what matters now."
Her hand slides up to cup your jaw, turning your face toward hers. She kisses you—deep and hungry and possessive—her tongue pushing past your lips, claiming your mouth while you claim Winter's ass. The dual sensation is overwhelming: the tight, wet grip of Winter's hole around your cock, the soft, demanding heat of Mina's mouth on yours, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the distant, broken sobbing of the man who used to be your best friend.
You feel yourself getting close. The pressure is building at the base of your spine, your balls drawing up tight, your rhythm starting to stutter.
"Gonna come," you grit out against Mina's lips.
"Do it." She bites your lower lip—hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make you gasp. "Fill her ass again. And then…" Her dark eyes glitter. "Then you're going to fill me."
You bury yourself to the hilt in Winter's ass and let go.
The first jet of cum blasts into her depths, and Winter shrieks—a sound that's equal parts ecstasy and desperation. Her asshole clamps down on you, milking your shaft, drawing every pulse of semen deeper into her bowels. The second jet follows, then the third, the fourth, your balls emptying completely into her ruined, gaping hole. When you pull out, a thick white flood follows—your seed gushing out of her, down her perineum, over her cunt, pooling on the floor beneath her.
Winter's body goes limp. Her legs slide off your shoulders and thump onto the floor. Her head lolls to the side. Her mouth hangs open, drool pooling beneath her cheek, and her eyes stare at nothing—blank and glassy and utterly, completely gone.
"Holy fuck," she breathes, and then she giggles. That high, unhinged sound that signals her brain has officially checked out. "Tee-hee… so full… daddy made me so full…"
But you're not done. You're still hard—still aching—and Mina is already pulling you toward the bed.
"My turn," she says, and her voice is pure command. "You promised."
She pushes you onto your back on the mattress, and you go willingly, your cum-slick cock standing at attention against your belly. Mina straddles you, her lean thighs bracketing your hips, her dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.
"Watch this, Minho," she says, and she doesn't look at him—doesn't need to. She knows he's watching. "Watch a real man's cock disappear into the woman you'll never have again."
She sinks down onto you in one smooth, wet slide.
"Fuuuuck," Mina groans, her head falling back, her throat working as she adjusts to your size. Her cunt is still slick from your earlier loads, still stretched from the pounding you gave her, and the way she grips you is incredible—tight and hot and deliberately clenching. "That's—that's so much better than his—his worthless little dick could never—"
"Ride me," you growl, grabbing her hips. "Show me what you've got."
Mina's lips curl into a predatory smile. She plants her hands on your chest and starts to move.
Her rhythm is different from Winter's—controlled, deliberate, almost clinical in its precision. She rises until just the tip of your cock is inside her, then drops down hard, grinding her clit against your pubic bone at the bottom of every stroke. Her lean body undulates above you, muscles shifting beneath sweat-slicked skin, small tits bouncing with every movement. The wet sounds of your joining are obscene—schlick, schlick, schlick—and Mina's controlled breathing gradually dissolves into desperate, hungry moans.
"Fuck—fuck—you're so deep like this—"
From somewhere behind you, you hear movement. Winter. She's crawled across the floor—still dripping, still giggling—and positioned herself at the head of the bed. Her hands rest on your thighs, and then her mouth descends on your balls.
The sensation is so sudden, so intense, that you nearly buck Mina off. Winter's tongue is everywhere—lapping at your sac, tracing the seam between your testicles, sucking first one ball and then the other into her mouth. She moans around the flesh, the vibration traveling up through your shaft and into Mina's gripping cunt.
"Oh fuck," Mina gasps, her rhythm faltering. "She's—she's sucking your balls while I ride you—that's so fucking hot—"
You crane your neck to look down. Winter's face is buried between your thighs, her honey-brown hair splayed across your legs, her mouth working your balls with desperate, worshipful attention. Her eyes are closed, her expression one of pure bliss—as if sucking your testicles while another woman rides your cock is the greatest privilege she's ever been granted.
"Holy shit," you groan, your hands tightening on Mina's hips. "Both of you—fuck—"
"We're both yours," Mina pants, grinding down harder. "Both of us—your sluts—your whores—and we're going to make you come so hard—"
Winter's tongue traces a wet path from your balls to the base of your shaft, where Mina's pussy is gripping you. She licks the place where your bodies join—tasting the mingled fluids, your cum and Mina's juices and her own saliva—and moans like it's the most delicious thing she's ever tasted.
"Taste so good, daddy—you and Mina taste so good together—"
"Fuck," you choke out. "Fuck, I'm close—"
"Do it." Mina's rhythm picks up, her hips slamming down onto yours with bruising force. "Come inside me. Fill my cunt. Let her taste it when it drips out."
The combination is too much—Mina's tight, clenching cunt milking your shaft, Winter's tongue bathing your balls and the base of your cock, the knowledge that Minho is watching everything from his crumpled heap in the corner. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train.
The first pulse of cum blasts into Mina's depths, and she cries out—a sharp, triumphant sound. Her cunt clamps down on you, milking every spurt, drawing your seed deeper into her womb. The second pulse floods her channel, mixing with the remnants of your earlier loads. The third, fourth, fifth jets seem to go on forever, your balls emptying completely into her clutching, spasming pussy.
When you finally stop coming, Mina collapses forward onto your chest. Her breathing is ragged. Her heart pounds against your ribs. Her cunt is still fluttering around your softening cock, and you can feel your cum leaking out around the seal of your flesh, dripping down onto your balls where Winter's tongue is eagerly lapping it up.
"Mmm," Winter moans, her mouth still pressed against your sac. "Daddy's cum… tastes so good…"
You lie there for a long moment, all three of you panting, the room spinning with the aftermath of shared release. Mina's weight on your chest is warm and comforting. Winter's tongue on your balls is gentle now, almost reverent. And somewhere in the corner, Minho's sobs have faded to a low, continuous whimper.
But it's not over.
Winter stirs first. She pulls back from your balls, her face slick with saliva and cum, and looks up at you with those glassy, vacant eyes. "Daddy… I'm so full… my ass is so full of your cum…"
"Show me," you say.
She crawls backward off the bed, positioning herself on the floor at the foot of the mattress. Her body is a wreck—bruises blooming on her pale skin, handprints on her ass, bite marks on her nipples, her holes gaping and leaking and utterly ruined. But there's something almost ceremonial in the way she moves, something deliberate in the way she kneels and faces Minho.
"Watch," she says, and her voice is steady for the first time all night. "Watch what happens to girls who betray daddy."
She bends forward. Her forehead presses to the floor. Her hands reach back and grip her ass cheeks, pulling them apart with deliberate, obscene slowness. Her cunt is a swollen, leaking mess. But her asshole—her asshole is a masterpiece of ruin. The pink pucker is stretched into a dark, gaping hole, the walls glistening with your cum, the flesh twitching and pulsing as her body tries to clench around nothing.
"Look at it," Winter breathes, and her voice is almost reverent. "Look at what daddy did to my ass. Look at all his cum inside me."
She bears down.
The sound that follows is wet and obscene—a thick, gurgling splurt that echoes in the quiet room. A torrent of white fluid gushes from her gaped hole, propelled by the pressure of her straining muscles. It sprays across the floor in an arc—your cum mixed with her ass juices, a pearlescent flood that splatters against the hardwood with audible force.
And directly into Minho's face.
He sputters, trying to turn away, but there's nowhere to go. The fluid hits his cheeks, his mouth, his eyes—thick and warm and unmistakably the product of your dominance. He gags, his hands flying to his face, but the damage is done. Winter's anal creampie is dripping down his chin, matting his hair, pooling in the hollow of his throat.
"Oops," Winter says, and her giggle is pure madness. "Tee-hee… missed me, Minho? Missed having your cock inside me? This is what you get instead. Daddy's cum. From my ass."
Mina slides off your lap, her cunt leaving a wet trail on your thigh. She walks over to Minho's sputtering, gagging form and crouches beside him, her expression one of cold, clinical satisfaction.
"Lick it up," she commands.
Minho stares at her, his eyes wide and red-rimmed above the mess on his face. "What?"
"You heard me." Mina grabs a handful of his hair and yanks his head back. "Lick. It. Up. You wanted to taste her, didn't you? You wanted to know what it felt like to have her body all to yourself? Well, now you get to taste what happens when a real man claims her. Lick up his cum. Eat it."
"I—I can't—"
Mina slaps him. Hard. The crack of her palm against his cheek is sharp and brutal, and Minho's head snaps to the side. The steel ring rattles against his trapped cock, and he whimpers.
"You can," Mina says, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "And you will. Or I'll make it so much worse for you."
Minho's tongue emerges—tentative, trembling—and drags across his upper lip. The cum and ass juices smear across his taste buds, and he gags, his whole body convulsing. But he doesn't stop. He can't stop. Mina's grip on his hair keeps him in place, and her dark eyes burn with vindictive satisfaction as his tongue works across his face, lapping up every drop of your seed.
"That's it," she coos, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Clean it up. Clean it all up. Every drop. That's what you're good for now, Minho. Eating cum. Watching real men fuck your women. Being a pathetic little cuck."
Winter watches this with vacant, glassy eyes, still holding her ass cheeks apart. A fresh dribble of cum slides out of her hole and splatters onto the floor. "Tee-hee… more for you, Minho… want more?"
You feel yourself stirring again—your cock twitching against your thigh, still slick with Mina's juices and your own cum. The sight of Minho on his knees, lapping your seed off his own face while Winter giggles and Mina commands him, is so obscenely arousing that you can't help yourself.
"Mina," you say. "Come here."
She looks up from Minho, her expression shifting from cruel satisfaction to hungry anticipation. "Yes?"
"Ride me. Again."
Mina's smile is sharp and predatory. She releases Minho's hair—he collapses forward, his face hitting the floor with a thud—and strides back to the bed. Her lean body glistens with sweat, her small tits bouncing with every step, her cum-leaking cunt leaving a trail on her inner thighs.
She climbs onto the bed and positions herself over you, her dark eyes locked on yours. But this time, she turns around. Reverse cowgirl. Her back faces you, her round, muscular ass hovering above your cock, her dark pucker and slick cunt both visible and available.
"I want you to watch," she says, and her voice is rough with desire. "Watch my ass bounce on your cock. Watch your cum leak out of me while I ride you."
She sinks down onto your shaft in one smooth motion, and the view is stunning—her ass cheeks spread around you, your cock disappearing into her wet, gripping cunt, the white evidence of your earlier loads already starting to leak out around the seal of your flesh.
"Fuuuck," she groans, her head falling forward. "You're so deep like this—so fucking deep—"
Winter crawls toward the bed, her eyes fixed on the place where your bodies join. Her tongue darts out, wetting her cracked lips. "Daddy… can I… can I clean you both while she rides?"
"Do it," you grunt, your hands gripping Mina's hips.
Winter's tongue descends on your balls again, but this time she doesn't stop there. She licks the base of your shaft where Mina's cunt grips you. She traces the seam of Mina's inner thigh. She buries her face between Mina's ass cheeks and laps at the place where your cock is sawing in and out—tasting both of you, worshiping both of you, her moans vibrating through your flesh.
"Oh god," Mina gasps, her rhythm faltering. "Her tongue—she's—fuck—"
"Ride harder," you command, thrusting up into her. "Let her clean you. Let her taste us both."
Mina's hips slam down onto yours with renewed vigor, her ass bouncing, her cunt clenching, her moans dissolving into desperate, incoherent pleas. Winter's tongue never stops—licking, lapping, bathing every inch of your joined flesh with her saliva. The wet sounds are obscene—schlick, squelch, slurp—and the circle of sex continues, an endless loop of fucking and licking and cumming and tasting.
In the corner, Minho's tongue is still dragging across the floor, lapping up the puddle of cum that Winter sprayed on him. His eyes are empty. His trapped cock is purple-black. His balls are so swollen they look ready to rupture. He's a broken, pathetic ruin of a man—and no one is paying attention to him anymore.
"Gonna come," you growl, your hips bucking up into Mina. "Gonna fill this cunt again."
"Do it—fill me—fill me up—" Mina's voice is high and desperate, her controlled composure completely shattered. "Winter—catch it—catch what leaks out—"
You bury yourself to the hilt and explode.
The first pulse of cum fires into Mina's depths, and she screams—a raw, guttural sound that tears out of her throat. Her cunt clamps down on you, milking your shaft, drawing every drop of your seed into her womb. But there's too much—you've cum so many times tonight that your load is thinner, more voluminous—and it leaks out around your shaft almost immediately, a thick white flood that drips onto Winter's waiting tongue.
"Mmnnn—" Winter moans, her mouth pressed against the base of your cock. "Thank you, daddy—thank you for feeding your pet—"
She laps and swallows and laps again, her throat working to consume every drop that escapes Mina's flooded cunt. Mina is still coming—still pulsing around you—her orgasm stretching on and on as your cum fills her to overflowing. She collapses forward onto her hands, her back arched, her ass still in the air, and rides the waves of her release with breathless, sobbing moans.
When you finally go soft inside her, Mina slowly lifts off your cock. A flood of white follows—gushing out of her gaped cunt, splattering onto Winter's face and chest and tongue. Winter doesn't flinch. She just opens her mouth wider, catching as much as she can, her expression one of pure, grateful ecstasy.
"Tee-hee… so much… daddy's cum everywhere…"
Mina slides off the bed and kneels beside Winter. Her dark eyes meet yours over the ruin of both their bodies. She reaches out and cups Winter's chin, tilting her face up, examining the mess on her cheeks and lips with something almost like affection.
"Look at us," Mina murmurs, her voice soft and satisfied. "We're both covered in his cum. We're both ruined. We're both his."
"Yes," Winter breathes, leaning into Mina's touch. "We're daddy's girls. Both of us."
Mina leans forward and kisses her.
It's not aggressive or dominant—it's slow and deliberate, Mina's tongue tracing Winter's lower lip, tasting your cum on her skin. Winter moans into the kiss, her hands coming up to cup Mina's face, her fingers threading through her dark hair. They kiss like lovers—tender and intimate and utterly, completely owned by you.
"Look at them," you say, turning your head toward Minho's crumpled form. "Look at what you lost. Two women who would do anything for each other. Two women who belong to me now. You could have had this. You could have been part of this. But you chose to betray me. And now…"
You gesture at his ruined, crying, cum-covered form.
"Now you get to watch."
Minho's response is a thin, keening whimper that fades into the background as Mina and Winter break their kiss and turn to you. Their faces are flushed, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their eyes burning with hunger and devotion and desperate, aching need.
"More," Winter whispers, crawling toward you on all fours. "Please, daddy. More. We're not done. We're never done."
"Daddy," Mina breathes, pressing close to your side, her fingers tracing the lines of your chest. "We're yours. Both of us. Forever. So please…"
She leans up and captures your mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
"Please don't stop."
And on the floor, Minho watches with empty, broken eyes as the two women he once claimed now worship at the altar of another man's pleasure—their mouths hungry, their bodies willing, their souls completely and utterly owned.
The night stretches on. The circle of sex continues. And somewhere in the darkness, the sound of a steel ring rattling against a ruined cock is the only evidence that Minho ever existed at all.
You then reach into the drawer of your nightstand. The one where you used to keep Winter's birthday cards and the little notes she'd leave on your pillow—and pull out the collar.
It's black leather, thick and sturdy, with silver studs running its length and a heavy D-ring at the front. The leash is matching leather, braided, cold in your palm. You bought it three days after you discovered the texts. You didn't know why at the time. You just saw it in a shop window and felt something click into place.
Now you know.
"Mina," you say, and she lifts her head from your chest, her dark eyes still glazed with pleasure. "Put this on him."
She sees the collar and her lips curl. That sharp, predatory smile that's become so familiar tonight. "Where did you get that?"
"Doesn't matter." You press it into her palm. "He's not a man anymore. He's a pet. Treat him like one."
Mina slides off the bed. Her lean body is still slick with sweat and cum, her inner thighs glistening, her cunt still leaking the evidence of your last load. She walks toward Minho with the collar swinging from her fingers, and the sound of her bare feet on the hardwood is the only noise in the room besides Minho's ragged breathing.
"Lift your head," she commands.
Minho doesn't move. He's still crumpled against the wall, his face still wet with Winter's anal creampie, his trapped cock still that terrifying shade of purple-black. His eyes are empty—two black holes in a face that used to belong to your best friend.
Winter crawls off the bed and joins Mina. She's still in that vacant, giggling headspace, but something cruel flickers in her expression as she looks down at the man she once spread her legs for.
"He's not listening, Mina," Winter says, her voice sing-song. "Bad dog. Bad, stupid dog."
Mina grabs Minho's hair and yanks his head back. His throat is exposed, pale and vulnerable, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. She wraps the collar around his neck and pulls it tight—tighter than necessary, tight enough that the leather bites into his skin and makes him wheeze.
"There," she says, buckling it with practiced efficiency. "Now you look like what you are."
She clips the leash to the D-ring and gives it a sharp tug. Minho's head jerks forward, and he has to scramble onto his hands and knees to keep from choking.
"Look at this," Winter giggles, clapping her hands. "Minho on a leash. Minho the puppy. Not a man anymore. Just a dumb little dog."
"He was never a man," Mina says, and she spits on him.
The glob of saliva lands on his cheek, mixing with the drying cum, and Minho flinches but doesn't wipe it away. He can't. His hands are planted on the floor, his body still curled around his tortured cock, and the leash keeps his head pulled taut.
You stand up from the bed. Your legs are a little unsteady—you've cum more times tonight than you can count—but your cock is stirring again, twitching against your thigh as you walk toward the pathetic tableau before you.
"Minho," you say, and he doesn't look at you. Can't. Won't. "Look at me."
Mina yanks the leash. His head snaps up.
His eyes meet yours, and you see it—the moment the last flicker of the old Minho dies. The man who stood beside you at your father's funeral. The man who helped you move into this apartment. The man who laughed with you, drank with you, called you brother.
Gone.
What's left is a shell. A broken, crying, cum-covered thing on a leash.
"From now on," you say, crouching down to his level, "the old Minho is dead. You're not my best friend anymore. You're not a man anymore. You're a pet. Your sole purpose—your only fucking purpose—is to watch me fuck these two women. Watch me fill them with cum. Watch them worship my cock. And clean up whatever leaks out. Understand?"
Minho's mouth opens. A thin, keening whine escapes—the sound of an animal that's been beaten past the point of fight.
"I said, understand?"
"Y-yes," he chokes out. "Yes—I understand—"
"Yes, what?"
He stares at you, lost, and Winter cackles.
"He doesn't know!" she sings, clapping again. "Stupid dog doesn't know how to address his master!"
Mina crouches beside him, her face inches from his. "Say 'yes, master.' Say it. Or I'll make the ring tighter."
Minho's eyes go wide with terror. The steel ring is already crushing his cock into purple ruin; the thought of it getting tighter—of his flesh finally giving way—makes his whole body tremble.
"Yes, master," he whispers. "Yes, I understand, master."
"Good boy." You pat his head like you'd pat a dog. The gesture is almost gentle. Almost. "Now. You see all this cum on the floor? All the leaks from Mina's cunt and Winter's ass?"
The hardwood is a disaster. Puddles of pearlescent white, smeared handprints, the wet trail of Winter's crawl. Your seed is everywhere—pooling in the gaps between floorboards, glistening under the lamplight.
"Clean it up. All of it. Lick the floor clean."
Mina doesn't wait for him to comply. She tugs the leash—hard—and Minho's face smacks against the floorboards with a wet, meaty thwack. His mouth lands directly in a puddle of Winter's anal creampie, and the sound he makes is somewhere between a gag and a sob.
"Lick," Mina commands, pressing her foot against the back of his head. "Every drop. If I can see even a speck of cum when you're done, I'll stomp your balls again."
Winter drops to her haunches beside him, her ruined cunt inches from his face. She reaches down and scoops a glob of cum off the floor with two fingers, then shoves them into Minho's mouth.
"Taste it," she breathes, her glassy eyes fixed on his face. "That's daddy's cum from my ass. You used to fuck my ass, remember? You begged me for it. And now you're eating his cum out of it off the floor. Isn't that funny?"
Minho's tongue works around her fingers, lapping up the bitter salt of your seed. Tears stream down his cheeks. His throat convulses with the effort of not vomiting. But he doesn't stop. He sucks Winter's fingers clean, then presses his tongue to the floorboards and begins to lick.
Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp.
The sound is wet and obscene—his tongue dragging across the wood, lapping up the cooling pools of cum. Mina keeps the leash taut, guiding his head from puddle to puddle like she's walking a dog through a park. Winter skips ahead, pointing out spots he missed, giggling every time his tongue hits a particularly thick glob.
"Over here—you missed this one—lick it up, puppy—"
From the bed, you watch. And the sight is so perfectly, utterly complete that you feel something loosen in your chest. The rage that's been burning since you first read those texts—the jealousy, the betrayal, the sick, twisting hurt—it's all bleeding out of you, replaced by something cold and satisfied and permanent.
"Mina. Winter." Your voice cuts through the sounds of Minho's tongue on the floor. "Come here."
They come immediately—no hesitation, no resistance. Mina drops the leash and walks to you with that predatory sway. Winter crawls on all fours, her ass wagging in the air, her tongue lolling out. Both of them are covered in you—your cum on their faces, their chests, their thighs. Both of them are looking at you with the same expression: hunger and devotion and desperate, aching need.
"On the bed," you say. "Both of you."
They climb onto the mattress—Mina on your left, Winter on your right. Their bodies press against you, warm and slick and willing. Mina's hand finds your cock, already half-hard again, and strokes it with slow, deliberate pressure. Winter's mouth latches onto your nipple, her tongue tracing circles, her moans vibrating through your chest.
"What about him?" Mina murmurs, nodding toward Minho, still on the floor, still licking.
"Tie him outside the door," you say. "He can listen. He doesn't get to watch anymore. He's earned listening, not watching."
Mina grins. She slides off the bed, grabs the leash, and drags Minho across the floor by his neck. His body bumps over the threshold, his trapped cock leaving a wet smear on the wood, and then he's outside—the bedroom door closing with a soft click.
You hear the leash being tied to something. The doorknob, maybe. Then Mina's footsteps, padding back to the bed.
"There," she breathes, sliding in beside you. "Now it's just us."
Winter lifts her head from your chest, her glassy eyes meeting yours. "Just us, daddy. Just your girls. Forever."
You look at them—these two women who, hours ago, were strangers to each other. Mina the avenger, cold and sharp and hungry for control. Winter the betrayer, broken and remade into something desperate and devoted. Both of them ruined. Both of them yours.
"Forever," you repeat, and the word settles into your bones like a promise.
Your hand tangles in Winter's hair. Your other hand finds the curve of Mina's hip. You pull them both closer—their bodies pressing against you from both sides, their heat surrounding you, their breath mingling on your skin.
And on the other side of the door, the faint rattle of a leash and the wet, broken sobbing of a man who used to exist is the only sound that remains of Minho.
Yoohyeon happily rides you as if you were an unruly horse, using her expert skills to wrangle your rigid meat. You buck and writhe beneath her, slamming yourself up into her tight hole, but she steadily wears you down until you meekly let her use you. Yooh is the best cowgirl! 🤠
ᘏᘏ thirsty bunn thursdays
male reader x jo yuri (iz*one) ※ more of my works on fanprose. This piece is a nod to @octoberautumnbox.
If someone handed you a box
with everything you’ve ever lost,
what is the first thing you’d look for?
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You know the answer.
“Yuri.”
“Oppa—”
You freeze on the fourth step down; the box shifts in your arms.
“Are you really going to leave without saying anything?”
You turn, and she’s standing in the doorway, wearing the hoodie you were looking for that was supposed to be in the box—you did not know she still had it.
“Yuri.”
“Are you really going to leave without saying anything?” She repeats herself. Didn’t have to; but it is something—it is everything—it is the only thing she can muster.
“It’s easier this way.”
“For who?”
You can’t answer.
The box in your arms is not heavy, but the weight it carries goes beyond its physical manifestation. Cardboard, tape, and the five things that were yours: Photographs of her you took with the first Polaroid camera you bought together, letters she sent during the times she traveled for work, a t-shirt you’ve lent her when she got soaked in the rain on your sixth anniversary, concert tickets you’ve collected of the bands you both loved, and the ring you were supposed to propose with just before everything fell apart buried deep inside the rest.
Her eyes linger on the box.
“Please, come inside, let’s talk.”
“Yuri—”
“Please, Oppa. It’ll only take a minute.”
You place the box on the kitchen counter, and her warmth is three steps away. Neither of you moves, and everything that surrounds you smells like all the moments that you’ve spent with her—eight years living together in this apartment.
“At least show me what’s in it.”
“Baby—” You reconsider. “—Yuri, we don’t have to do this.”
“It’s just fair, show me.”
You take the flaps up and reveal the contents of your entire relationship.
“You told me to pack up.”
“I did.”
“Then we don’t have to do this.”
She approaches the counter, and her fingers touch the edge of the cardboard box. She lifts the photograph first, looks at it, then puts it down. She lifts the t-shirt, presses it to her chest, then folds it back. Lifts one of the letters, doesn’t open it, then sets it beside the shirt.
Then she lifts the ring box; her whole body freezes.
“Yuri—”
“When?”
“Yuri, put it back. It’s—”
“Oppa. When?”
“The night before you signed the contract.”
“You were going to propose?”
“Yes.”
“You were—” Tears start running down her face. “—going to propose, and you let me continue telling you I was moving to Tokyo for four years—” Her words stammer. “—a-and you did not say anything?”
“You had already signed and were about to leave in three days. You’ve dreamed about this role, and it was something you’ve worked hard for and waited two years for.”
“And you did not stop me.”
“I did not stop you.”
“You had this ring with you when I told you.”
You don’t answer.
The first year apart got complicated. Both your busy lives ran out of room for each other. Distance pushed you further apart, to the point where arguments were the only time you were still able to talk.
She sets the ring box on the counter between the photographs and the letters. Silence drowns the room.
“Oppa.”
“Yeah?”
“Ask me.”
“Yuri—”
“Ask me now, Oppa.”
“You still have three years left.”
“I don’t care, Oppa. Ask me.”
“You will hate me if I ask you now. What if you regret it?”
“I will hate you more if you continue walking down those stairs. I will regret it more for not letting you know my answer to the question you withheld from me.”
You reach for the box, open it, and pick up the ring.
“Yuri.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you—”
“Of course, Oppa. Of-fucking-course I will give up everything to be with you.”
She kisses you before you finish the sentence. Her forehead is pressed against yours; holds it there as you both gaze into each other’s eyes.
“Say the whole thing anyway.”
“Jo Yuri. Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, and infinite-times-more—yes!” Her lips crash into yours, unfolding you the way you should have unfolded her a year ago.
You carry her small frame, her body fitting with yours—like two puzzle pieces meant to complete a whole picture. You carry her past the box on the counter, past the letters, and the photographs, and the ring; her lips do not leave your neck for a single step. You finally reach the bedroom you helped her paint a lifetime ago; the bedroom you slept in a hundred nights; the bedroom you have not seen in three months.
She pulls her top off, and she’s already naked underneath. Like clockwork your eyes unravel every inch of her body the way you’ve unwrapped every gift box you’ve exchanged every Christmas Eve with her; that small mark under her left breast that you’ve kissed a thousand times because it is one of the many doors to her pleasure; the softness at her stomach that she was embarrassed about in year one and confident in by year three; her collarbone that traces like the first line of a poem you have read too many times to forget.
“Oppa, come here.”
You do, and you let your lips do the pathfinding: you kiss her forehead, the first place your mouth ever went to comfort her—that night she came home from her first failed audition, her mascara running, still in the jacket she wore to the audition. You kiss her cheek, the one that receives the most love because you just can’t stop admiring it—it’s so fucking soft. Her plump lips, a drug you’ll gatekeep ‘til the ends of the earth; so addicting, you’ve had actual withdrawals craving them whenever she’s far; so hers you refuse to even consider any mouth that was not this one. The small mark under her left tit—your starting point. Every long night with her begins there; every one ends with your face returning to it. You put your tongue on it now, and she gasps like it is the first time, because it always is. Her belly that you’ve filled countless times with all her favorite dishes, and just under it, the space you’ve filled countless times with your seed. Then, finally, you kiss both of her hipbones because they are the corners of the space between them—the space where you’ve spent the best hours of your life.
“Oppa?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Did you ever stop—”
You already know what’s in her head. Thoughts that probably bothered her whenever messages went unanswered, or when a day would end, and you’d both notice each other not being a part of it.
“Not for one second.”
“Then why did you—”
You find your way south of her before she finishes her thought. Your lips linger on the inside of her thigh, your tongue grazes the outside of her cunt because you know that the sensation you provide her is something you’ve been selfish about for years. You put your face there, breathe it in, and she smells like her still.
She has been packed away for months, and you unpack her—slowly. Use your tongue to open every entrance that has been closed to you. She has been in a box; you take her out, layer-by-layer, like how you would open a present you did not want to damage. First, unravel her ribbons; you slide down her panties; then you open up the flaps, you spread her legs apart; then you enjoy the gift that’s presented to you.
Your mouth does the unspeakable to her folds, slowly picking them apart in search of her pearl. The sound she makes when your tongue finds the small, hard place at the top of her is the exact same sound she’s let out for years that you can’t get tired of.
“Oppa—please—please, Oppa—”
“I got you, baby.”
In mere seconds, she cums. A stream of pleasure bursts out of her, and she has to grab the sheets to keep herself in place. You hold her thighs open through it, and you do not stop until she is trembling around your tongue; and even then, you kiss her thigh once, twice, three times, before you look up at her.
“Oppa.”
“Yeah?”
“You could’ve just called.”
“I know…”
“You could have just said something—even an ‘I love you.’ Just anything.”
“I know.”
“I would’ve flown home and left everything the next day.”
You climb up her body, you match her state of undress, and then she wraps her legs around you.
“I know that now.”
“Then don’t ever do it again, okay?”
“I won’t.”
“Say it.”
“I won’t do it again.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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You’d like to believe that the people meant for each other
are always in the box you were afraid to open.
That the hands meant to hold each other
are the hands that lift the flaps first.
That the eyes meant to see each other
look inside without flinching.
That the first thing you’d look for
is always the first thing you find.
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The cool metal of the handcuffs bit into your wrists.
Not painfully. Just enough. Just enough to remind you that you weren't in control anymore.
Ningning stood behind you, her breath warm against the shell of your ear, and you could feel her smile without seeing it. The click of the cuffs had echoed through the bedroom maybe ten seconds ago, and your heart was still hammering from the sound. She'd spun them around her index finger like some kind of gunslinger before snapping them on. Casual. Playful. Absolutely fucking devastating.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," she murmured.
Her voice was honey and smoke. Low. Deliberate. The kind of tone that made your spine tighten and your jeans feel suddenly, impossibly restrictive.
The cop outfit hugged her like it had been sewn onto her body for this exact moment. Dark navy fabric stretched taut across her hips, her thighs, the curve of her ass that you couldn't see but could picture with obscene clarity because you'd watched her change into it. She'd made you watch. Made you sit on the edge of the bed in that stupid robber costume—black beanie pulled low, striped shirt that was one size too small, a plastic mask you'd already discarded—while she peeled off her everyday clothes and slipped into the uniform piece by piece.
The shirt first. Button by agonizing button. She'd faced the mirror, not you, and you'd watched her reflection's lips curl as her fingers worked the buttons with theatrical slowness. Then the pants. Tight. Navy. They'd hugged her calves first, then her thighs, and when she'd bent forward to pull them over the curve of her backside, you'd made a sound. A small one. Pathetic, really. She'd heard it anyway.
Now she circled you.
Her boots—polished black leather with a low heel—tapped against the hardwood floor. Tap. Tap. Tap. Slow. Measured. The sound circled the bed where you sat, wrists cuffed behind your back, and you followed her with your eyes because what the fuck else were you supposed to do?
"You're staring," she said.
"You're worth staring at."
"Flattery." She stopped in front of you, tilted her head, adjusted her cop hat with two fingers. The brim sat low over her eyes, casting shadows that made her gaze look darker, sharper. "Flattery won't reduce your sentence, criminal."
"Criminal," you repeated. A laugh tried to surface, but it came out breathless. "I haven't even been read my rights."
Ningning leaned down. Her hands braced on your knees, her face inches from yours, and the scent of her perfume—something floral, something warm—flooded your senses. "You don't have any rights tonight," she whispered. "You broke into my home. You're a very bad man. And Officer Ning is going to make sure you learn your lesson."
Your throat worked. "Officer Ning?"
"Mmhm." She straightened up, and her fingers found the collar of her uniform. She tugged it straight with an officious little snap. "You'll address me properly, or you won't address me at all. Understand?"
You nodded. Slow at first, then faster when her eyes narrowed.
"Say it."
"Yes, Officer Ning."
A smile broke across her face. Genuine. Bright. The kind of smile that made your chest ache because this was your girlfriend, your Ningning, the woman who sang in the shower and stole your hoodies and fell asleep on your shoulder during movies. But she was also this. This version of her. Confident. Commanding. Eyes glittering with something you'd only ever glimpsed in quiet moments, late-night confessions, whispered fantasies she'd blush after admitting.
"Good boy," she said.
The words landed somewhere low in your gut.
She stepped back, and her fingers went to the first button of her uniform shirt. "I've been thinking about this all week," she said, and her voice was less officer-steady now, more the voice you knew. Excited. A little breathless. "Every time you left for work, I'd imagine you in those cuffs. Every time you came home, I'd think about all the things I wanted to do to you."
"How many things?"
"Too many for one night." She popped the button. Then the next. "So I made a list."
"You made a list."
"A very detailed list." Another button. The shirt gaped open, revealing a sliver of her stomach, her sternum, the black lace of her bra. "Want to know what's on it?"
You nodded. The cuffs rattled when you shifted, and the sound made her pause, her eyes flicking from your face to your wrists and back again.
"First," she said, and she let the unbuttoned shirt fall open, "I'm going to make you so hard it hurts. Then I'm going to take my time with you. My mouth. My hands. Whatever I feel like. And you're not going to come until I say so." She paused. "Actually, no. You're going to come when I want you to come. And not a second before."
"Ningning—"
"Officer Ning."
"Officer Ning," you corrected, and the words came out strained. "What if I can't help it?"
She laughed. Soft. Dangerous. "Then you'll find out what happens to criminals who can't follow orders."
The shirt hit the floor. Her pants followed—slowly, because nothing Ningning did tonight was fast. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and worked them down her hips in increments, revealing more skin with each passing second. The black lace panties matched the bra. The garter belt was new. You'd never seen it before, and the sight of it—dark straps against her pale thighs, delicate clasps holding up sheer stockings—made your mouth go dry.
"How long have you had that?"
"Two weeks." She stepped out of the pants and kicked them aside. "Bought it online. Had to hide it in the back of my closet so you wouldn't find it and ruin the surprise."
"The surprise being you in handcuffs arresting me in our bedroom."
"The surprise," she said, and she moved toward you, her hips swaying with each step, "is me getting exactly what I want from you. And you giving it to me." She stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her skin. "Because you will, won't you? Give me what I want?"
Your answer came without hesitation. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Officer Ning."
Her hand came up, and her fingers traced the line of your jaw. Light. Barely there. "I love you," she said, and the shift in her voice—commanding to tender in the space of a heartbeat—made your ribs feel too tight. "Three years, and you still surprise me."
"You told me about the cop thing like two years ago. I've been waiting for the right moment."
"And our anniversary was the right moment?"
"I wanted to give you something you'd actually want. Something that wasn't just dinner and flowers."
Her eyes softened. "You're an idiot."
"Your idiot."
"My idiot." She leaned in, and her lips brushed yours—once, twice, a third time. Each kiss was light, teasing, barely more than a whisper of contact. "My beautiful, handcuffed idiot who's going to scream my name before this night is over."
She kissed you properly then.
Her mouth opened under yours, and there was nothing light or teasing about it anymore. Her tongue swept against your lower lip, demanding entry, and you gave it to her because what the fuck else were you supposed to do? The cuffs dug into your wrists as you leaned forward, chasing the kiss, and she made a sound—half laugh, half groan—before her hands fisted in the front of your robber costume.
The shirt ripped.
Not metaphorically. Actually ripped. The cheap fabric tore under her grip, buttons popping off and scattering across the floor, and she pulled back to survey her work with a satisfied smirk.
"Evidence tampering," you managed.
"Destruction of property, too." She pushed the ruined shirt off your shoulders, letting it pool around your cuffed wrists. "Add it to the charges."
Her hands found your chest, palms flat against your skin, and she pushed. Not hard enough to move you, but enough to make the intent clear. You fell back onto the mattress, your bound arms trapped beneath you, and Ningning climbed onto the bed. She straddled your hips. Her thighs bracketed your waist, the garter straps stretched taut, and she looked down at you with an expression that made coherent thought impossible.
"You're so hard already," she murmured. She rolled her hips once, a slow grind that dragged the heat of her against the bulge straining your jeans. "I can feel you through the denim."
A groan punched out of you.
"Does that feel good?" Another roll. Slower. "Answer me."
"Fuck. Yes. Yes, it feels good."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Officer Ning. It feels—" She ground down harder, and the words dissolved into a strangled noise.
"Good." She leaned forward, bracing her hands on your chest, and her hair fell in a curtain around your faces. "You make the prettiest sounds when you can't finish your sentences. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"No."
"Well, I'm telling you now." She kissed your jaw, your throat, the hollow of your collarbone. "You're going to make a lot of sounds tonight. And every single one of them is going to be for me."
Her mouth continued its descent. Down your chest. Across your stomach. Her tongue traced the line of muscle just above your waistband, and your hips jerked involuntarily.
"Shh." Her breath fanned hot over your skin. "Stay still."
"I'm trying."
"Try harder."
Her fingers found the button of your jeans. She worked it open with practiced ease—one-handed, which was hot in a way you couldn't articulate—then dragged the zipper down tooth by agonizing tooth. The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
"Lift your hips."
You obeyed. She peeled your jeans down your thighs, your calves, tossed them somewhere behind her. Your boxers followed, and then you were naked beneath her, your cock springing free, already slick at the tip with a bead of pre-cum that caught the lamplight.
"Look at you," she breathed. She sat back on her heels, still straddling your legs, and her eyes traveled the length of your body with undisguised hunger. "So eager. So ready for me." Her fingers wrapped around your shaft, light at first, barely any pressure. "You're going to be so good for me tonight, aren't you?"
"Yes—yes, Officer Ning."
She squeezed. Once. Tight. The sudden pressure dragged a gasp from somewhere deep in your chest. "You say that now," she murmured, and she started to stroke. Slow. Torturous. Her thumb swept over the head, spreading the moisture there, and you watched her watch you come apart.
"Your cock feels so good in my hand," she said. The words were casual, conversational, utterly at odds with what she was doing. "So thick. I love how the veins feel against my palm. Can you feel that? Can you feel how hard you are for me?"
All you could manage was a ragged nod.
"Tell me."
"I can feel it." The cuffs rattled as you strained against them instinctively. "I can feel your hand. It's—fuck, Ning—Officer Ning, it's so fucking good—"
Her grip tightened. Her pace increased. The slide of her palm grew slicker as more pre-cum beaded at the tip, and the wet sound of it—shlick, shlick, shlick—filled the space between her quiet instructions and your increasingly desperate noises.
"You're close already," she observed. She wasn't wrong. The tension was building at the base of your spine, coiling tight, and your thighs were trembling with the effort of staying still. "But you're not going to come yet. Are you?"
"No."
"No, what?"
"No, I'm not going to come yet."
"Good." She stopped. Just stopped. Her hand stilled around your shaft, and the sudden absence of friction made you whimper. Actually whimper. The sound was pathetic and you didn't care.
"Please—"
"Please, what?" She leaned forward again, her free hand bracing beside your head, and her face hovered inches from yours. "Please keep going? Please let you come?"
"Either. Both. Please, Officer Ning, I'll do anything—"
"You'll do anything anyway." She kissed the corner of your mouth. "That's the fun of this. You'll do whatever I say because you want to. Because you've wanted this for years. Because the thought of me taking control makes you harder than anything else in the world." Her teeth grazed your earlobe. "Am I wrong?"
You shook your head. Couldn't speak.
"Say it."
"You're not wrong."
"Louder."
"You're not wrong, Officer Ning. I've wanted this. I've wanted you to—to take control. To do whatever you want with me. I've dreamed about it."
She hummed, pleased, and her hand started moving again. Slower this time. Lighter. "Tell me about those dreams."
"Fuck—"
"Tell me."
"I—you're always on top. Always in charge. Sometimes you tie me up. Sometimes you just tell me what to do and I do it." The words tumbled out, broken, breathless, as her fingers worked your shaft with devastating precision. "Sometimes you sit on my face. You've done that. In my dreams. You've—"
"You want my pussy on your mouth?"
The question, blunt and unfiltered, made your cock twitch in her grip. "Yes. God, yes."
She smiled. Slow. Dazzling. "Then you'll get it. Eventually. If you're good." Her hand stopped again, and this time she released you entirely. The loss of contact was almost painful. "But first, I want your mouth on something else."
She shifted forward. Her knees slid up the mattress until they bracketed your shoulders, and her thighs—those gorgeous, powerful thighs wrapped in garter straps and sheer stockings—framed your face. The scent of her arousal hit you a second before the sight of her. The black lace panties were soaked through. You could see the outline of her lips, the swell of her clit, and when she shifted her weight, a glistening line of moisture trailed down her inner thigh.
"You see what you do to me?" She hooked a finger under the waistband of her panties. "I've been wet since I put this uniform on. Thinking about this. Thinking about your mouth." She pulled the fabric aside, and the sight of her—pink, swollen, slick, her lips parting to reveal the tight clench of her entrance—made your mouth water. "Now stop thinking and start using your tongue."
She lowered herself onto your face.
The world became heat and wetness and the taste of her.
You buried your tongue inside her without preamble, spearing through her folds, and the sound she made—a high, sharp cry, half-shocked, half-triumphant—vibrated through her entire body. Her thighs clamped around your head, muffling everything but the wet, obscene sounds of your mouth working her cunt. Shlrrk. Slrp. Glrk. Your tongue dragged from her entrance to her clit, circling the swollen nub once, twice, before you sealed your lips around it and sucked.
"Fuck—" Her hips bucked. Her hands fisted in your hair, pulling hard enough to sting. "That's—yes, right there, don't you dare stop—"
You didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Wouldn't have stopped if the fucking ceiling caved in. Her taste flooded your tongue—salty, musky, her—and the sounds she made poured into your ears like music. Moans. Gasps. Fragmented syllables that might have been your name or might have been a prayer. Her weight settled over your face, and breathing became secondary. The pressure was intoxicating. The knowledge that she was using you, taking what she wanted from your mouth without asking permission, made your neglected cock throb against your stomach.
"Your tongue feels so fucking good," she gasped. She was grinding now, rolling her hips in tight circles, fucking your face with increasing urgency. "You're so—ah, ah—you're so good at this, you're so fucking good for me—"
Your tongue flattened against her clit, and her whole body jerked.
"There. Right fucking there. Don't move. Don't you dare move."
You held position, tongue pressed against that spot, and she rode your face with wild, erratic movements. Her thighs trembled. Her grip on your hair tightened to the point of pain. The sounds spilling from her mouth had devolved into incoherent noises—uh, uh, uh—punctuated by sharp inhales and shuddering exhales.
"I'm going to—I'm so close—" Her voice cracked on the last word. "Make me come. Make me come on your tongue, baby, please—"
You doubled your efforts. Licked. Sucked. Nuzzled into her cunt like a man starved. Your jaw ached. Your lungs burned. You didn't give a single fuck about either of those things.
Her orgasm hit like a storm.
She cried out—a raw, broken sound that echoed off the bedroom walls—and her whole body arched. Her hips ground down harder, pressing her cunt against your mouth as the first wave of her release flooded your tongue. Splurt. Gush. The taste of her intensified, sharper now, and you swallowed greedily, lapping up every drop she gave you. Her thighs clamped so tight around your head that you couldn't hear anything except the thunder of her pulse and the muffled, keening sounds of her climax.
She kept coming. Kept grinding. Kept gasping your name—not Officer anything now, just your name, raw and reverent and broken—until her movements slowed and her grip on your hair loosened and she slumped forward, catching herself on her hands.
"Fuck," she breathed.
You pressed one last kiss to her clit, gentle, and she shuddered.
"Fuck," she said again. She lifted herself off your face, and the sight of her—hair mussed, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, the uniform bra straps slipping off her shoulders—was so beautiful it made your chest hurt. Her thighs glistened with a mixture of your saliva and her release. A string of moisture connected her pussy to your lower lip.
She saw it and grinned.
"You're a mess," she said.
"You're one to talk."
"Still got jokes." She slid down your body, settling on your thighs, and her hand found your cock again. The contact made you hiss. "Still got enough attitude to sass me." Her thumb dragged through the pool of pre-cum gathered on your stomach. "I'll have to work on that."
She lifted her thumb to her mouth. Licked it clean. Kept eye contact the whole time.
"Delicious," she murmured. "But I think I want to taste you directly."
She bent forward.
Her hair brushed your thighs. Her breath ghosted over the head of your cock, warm and maddening, and you felt yourself twitch in anticipation. She noticed. Of course she noticed. Her lips curved into that smile again.
"Eager."
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please suck my cock, Officer Ning."
She hummed, considering. "Since you asked so nicely."
Her mouth closed around the head.
The heat of it—wet, tight, perfect—wrenched a groan from somewhere deep in your chest. Her tongue swirled around the crown, tracing the ridge, dipping into the slit to collect the fresh bead of pre-cum that had welled up the second her lips made contact. She moaned at the taste. The vibration of it traveled down your shaft, and your hips punched upward involuntarily.
She pulled off with a wet pop.
"Ah-ah." Her hand pressed flat against your stomach, pinning you to the mattress. "No moving. You stay still and you take what I give you. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Officer Ning."
"Good."
She took you into her mouth again. Deeper this time. Her lips slid down your shaft, taking inch after inch, until the head of your cock bumped the back of her throat. She gagged. Just slightly. Just enough that the sound of it—glrk—sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your balls. Then she swallowed, and the tight squeeze of her throat around your tip made your vision white out for a second.
"Fuck—"
She hummed around your cock. The vibration was deliberate, perfectly timed, and you felt another bead of pre-cum leak onto her tongue. She swallowed that too, then pulled back slowly, her lips dragging along your length with devastating friction.
"Look at me," she said.
You looked. You couldn't not look. The image of her—those dark eyes fixed on yours, her mouth stretched around your cock, a string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to your shaft—was burned into your retinas forever.
She started to bob her head.
The pace she set was excruciating. Not fast. Not slow. That maddening middle ground where the pleasure built but never crested, rising and rising until every nerve ending in your body was screaming for release. Her hand worked the base of your shaft in time with her mouth. Her other hand cupped your balls, rolling them gently, and the combination of sensations was so overwhelming that you couldn't form words anymore. Only sounds. Grunts. Groans. Broken fragments of her name.
"Mmhmm." The sound she made was approving. Encouraging. "You're doing so well. Taking it so well for me."
She took you deep again. Held you there. Swallowed around you twice more—glrk, glrk—and your balls tightened. The warning signs flared. Coiling tension. Shortening breath. That electric prickle at the base of your spine.
"I'm—Officer Ning, I'm going to—"
She pulled off immediately.
"No."
One word. Firm. Absolute.
The orgasm that had been building crashed back, denied, and you made a sound that was half groan and half sob. Your cock throbbed in the cool air, slick with her saliva, so hard it ached. A single bead of pre-cum wept from the tip and dripped down the shaft.
"Not yet," she said, softer now. She kissed the inside of your thigh. "I told you. You come when I say."
"Please—"
"Shh." Another kiss. Higher this time. "I know it's hard. You've been so good for me. So patient." Her lips brushed the base of your cock. "Just a little more. I promise."
She crawled up your body, settling her weight on your stomach, and kissed you. Deep. Slow. You could taste yourself on her tongue—salty, bitter, mixed with the lingering sweetness of her own release—and the intimacy of it made your heart pound harder than anything else she'd done tonight.
"I want to ride you," she murmured against your mouth. "I want to feel you inside me while I'm still wearing this uniform. While you're still cuffed and helpless and completely mine."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Officer Ning. I want that. I want you to ride me."
She smiled. Kissed you once more. Then she reached between your bodies and positioned your cock at her entrance.
The first press of her against your tip was molten. Slick. She was so wet that the head slipped inside her with almost no resistance, and the sound of it—shlrp—was punctuated by her sharp inhale.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed. Her eyes fluttered shut. "You feel—you always feel so fucking good—"
She sank down.
Inch by inch. So slow you could feel every ridge, every pulse, every flutter of her walls as they stretched to accommodate you. Her cunt was tight and hot and dripping, and when she finally bottomed out, her ass flush against your thighs, you both stopped breathing for a moment.
"Look at me," she whispered.
You opened your eyes. You didn't remember closing them. She was looking down at you, her expression caught somewhere between adoration and utter dominance, and her hips began to move.
Not up and down. Not yet. She rolled them in slow circles, grinding her clit against your pubic bone, and the sensation sent sparks shooting up your spine. Her internal muscles clenched around your shaft in rhythmic pulses—deliberate, controlled—and you realized with distant astonishment that she was milking you without moving.
"You're so deep like this," she murmured. Her voice had gone breathy, almost drunk-sounding. "I can feel you in my stomach. Can you feel that? Can you feel how tight I am around you?"
"Yes—"
"Tell me."
"So fucking tight. So wet. You're—your pussy feels incredible, Officer Ning, I can't—"
She lifted herself up. Not far. Just enough that the head of your cock caught on her rim. Then she dropped back down, and the wet slap of their bodies meeting—thwap—drowned out whatever you'd been about to say.
She started to ride you in earnest.
The pace she set was punishing. Fast. Deep. Each downward stroke drove your cock into her to the hilt, and each upward stroke dragged her walls along every inch of your shaft until only the tip remained inside her. The sounds were obscene. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. Wet flesh slapping against wet flesh. The squelch of her arousal coating your cock, dripping down onto your balls, soaking the sheets beneath you. Her tits bounced with the rhythm. The uniform bra had somehow come undone, and now they swung free—pale and full, her nipples dark pink and pebbled tight—and she slapped her own breasts once, twice, laughing breathlessly as they jiggled.
"You like watching my tits bounce?" She squeezed them together, thumbing her own nipples. "You like watching me fuck myself on your cock?"
"Yes—yes, Officer Ning, I love it—"
"Tell me how much you love it."
"So much. So fucking much. Your body is—you're fucking perfect. The way you move, the way you feel—"
Her rhythm shifted. Slowed. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on your chest, and began to roll her hips in that deep, grinding motion that made the head of your cock press against something inside her that made her moan every single time.
"Right there," she gasped. "Fuck, right fucking there—"
She was close. You could feel it in the way her walls fluttered and clenched. In the way her breathing had gone ragged. In the way her eyes—half-lidded, pupils blown wide—barely focused on your face anymore.
"Come for me, Officer Ning," you said.
Her rhythm stuttered. "What did you say?"
"I said come for me. Come on my cock. I want to feel you."
The look she gave you was sharp. Surprised. A flicker of the dominant persona warring with the woman who was so close to the edge she could taste it. "You're not supposed to—you're not the one giving orders—"
"You've been so good," you said, and the words felt strange in your mouth, strange and exhilarating. "You've been taking what you want all night. Now take this. Take it. Come on my cock, Officer Ning. Let me feel you."
Her mouth opened. Closed. A sound escaped her that was somewhere between a laugh and a moan.
"Fuck you," she breathed.
"Is that an order?"
She kissed you instead of answering. Hard. Desperate. Her hips resumed their rhythm, faster now, wilder, and the wet sounds of her cunt working your shaft filled the room—shlick, thwap, splortch—along with the frantic, breathless noises she made into your mouth.
"I'm—I'm—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Her whole body tightened. Her back arched. Her cunt clamped down around your cock with rhythmic, pulsing contractions—squeeze, release, squeeze—and she shattered.
"Ah—ah—fuck—YES—"
The orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, loud and shameless, and her hips bucked against you as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. You felt every contraction, every flutter, every rush of fluid that soaked your cock and spilled down onto your balls. Her nails raked down your chest. Her thighs trembled. Her voice climbed into registers you'd never heard her reach before.
And through it all, she kept moving.
Even as she came, even as her body convulsed with the force of her release, she kept riding you. Slower now. Shaky. But still moving. Still fucking. Still chasing something beyond the orgasm.
When she finally collapsed against your chest, breathing in ragged gasps, your cock was still buried inside her. Still hard. Still throbbing with the need for your own release.
She lifted her head. Her eyes were glassy. Her lips were swollen. A thin sheen of sweat covered her face, her throat, the curves of her breasts.
"You," she said, and her voice was wrecked, "are going to come inside me. Right now. I want to feel it. I want you to fill me up."
"Ningning—"
"Officer Ning."
"Officer Ning. I don't—I don't think I can last much longer—"
"Good." She pushed herself upright. Planted her hands on your chest. Started to move again. "I don't want you to last. I want you to come. Come inside me. Come so deep I feel it for days."
Her hips rose and fell. The slick, obscene sounds of her cunt taking your cock filled the space between her words—shlrrrk, splrtch—and you felt the tension coil tighter and tighter at the base of your spine.
"Come on, baby," she breathed. "Give it to me. Give me everything. Fill up this tight little—"
The orgasm hit you like a freight train.
Your whole body seized. Your hips punched upward, driving your cock as deep as it could go, and you felt yourself explode inside her. Rope after rope of cum pumped into her cunt—splurt, splurt, splurt—and she moaned at the sensation, still grinding down, still milking you through every pulse of your release.
"That's it," she gasped. "That's it, that's so fucking good, give me all of it—"
You kept coming. Kept pumping. Kept emptying yourself into her until your balls ached and your vision blurred and the only thing in the world was the wet, tight heat of her pussy and the sound of her voice praising you through it.
When it was over, when you were spent and trembling and barely conscious, she collapsed on top of you. Her weight was warm and solid. Her breath was hot against your throat. Her cunt still fluttered around your softening cock, little aftershocks that made both of you twitch.
"Happy anniversary," she murmured.
A laugh bubbled up from somewhere in your chest. Weak. Exhausted. Absolutely fucking joyful. "Happy anniversary."
She lifted her head. Her eyes met yours. The cop hat was crooked, barely clinging to her disheveled hair, and she looked so thoroughly wrecked and so utterly satisfied that your heart clenched.
"The night's not over," she said. Her fingers traced your collarbone. "You didn't think one round was going to be enough, did you?"
"I'm still cuffed."
"I know." She smiled. Slow. Anticipatory. "I haven't decided if I'm going to uncuff you yet. Maybe I'll just—"
She shifted her weight. Your cock, still buried inside her, gave a traitorous twitch.
"Oh," she breathed. The smile sharpened. "Someone's not quite done after all."
"Ningning. Officer Ning. I don't know if I can—"
"You can." She kissed you. Soft. Gentle. Utterly at odds with the filthy promise in her eyes. "You will. Because I want you to. And you're going to give me what I want."
She began to move again.
Slow. Deliberate. Her hips rolling in tight circles that made the overstimulation hover somewhere between pleasure and pain. You were still inside her. Still hard—or hard again, you couldn't tell anymore—and she was using you like a toy, taking what she wanted without asking.
Her mouth found your ear.
"We're just getting started," she whispered. "And this time, I want you to beg."
Her hips stilled.
The sudden absence of movement made you groan—a raw, desperate sound torn from somewhere deep in your chest. Your cock throbbed inside her, still hard, still aching, and she just sat there. Smiling. That slow, devastating smile that promised everything and delivered nothing.
"You wanted to beg," she murmured. Her voice was wrecked velvet. "So beg."
"Please—"
"Please, what?" She rolled her hips once. Just once. The drag of her walls along your shaft made your vision blur at the edges. "Please stop? Please keep going? You have to be specific, baby. I can't read your mind."
"Please don't stop." The words tumbled out, broken and breathless. "Please keep fucking me. Please, Officer Ning, I'll do anything—"
"Anything." She tested the word, letting it roll around her mouth like she was tasting it. "That's a dangerous promise to make to someone who has you handcuffed."
"I trust you."
The words landed. You watched them land. Watched the flicker in her eyes—dominance softening into something warmer, something that looked a lot like love—before she leaned down and kissed you. Gentle. Tender. Her lips moved against yours with a sweetness that felt almost obscene after everything she'd just done to you.
"You're so good," she whispered against your mouth. "So good for me. I'm going to take such good care of you."
She lifted herself off your cock.
The wet sound of separation—schlllk—echoed through the bedroom. You felt empty. Bereft. Your shaft slapped against your stomach, glazed with a mixture of her release and your own cum, and the cool air on your slick skin made you shiver.
Ningning swung her leg over your body and settled beside you. Her uniform was a disaster—hat gone, bra hanging off one shoulder, garter straps twisted, stockings bunched at the knees—and she'd never looked more beautiful. Sweat glistened in the hollow of her throat. Her thighs shimmered with moisture.
"Thirty minutes," she said.
"What?"
"I'm going to edge you for thirty minutes." She said it casually, like she was discussing the weather. Her hand found your cock, fingers wrapping around the base, and you jerked at the contact. "Thirty minutes of my hand on this gorgeous, aching cock. Thirty minutes of bringing you right to the edge and then stopping. And you're not going to come until I say. No matter how much you beg. No matter how much you shake. No matter how badly you need it."
"Officer Ning, I don't—"
"You do." She squeezed. Not hard. Just enough. "You can. And you will. Because you're my good boy. Aren't you?"
You nodded. Couldn't speak.
"Say it."
"I'm your good boy."
"Louder."
"I'm your good boy, Officer Ning."
She rewarded you with a stroke. One long, slow pull from base to tip, her palm gliding over your slick skin. The friction was perfect—tight and wet and devastating—and the sound it made was obscene. Shliiick. Her thumb circled the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had already welled up, and your hips bucked involuntarily.
"Ah-ah." Her free hand pressed flat against your stomach. "No moving. You stay still. You take what I give you."
"I'm trying—"
"Try harder."
Her hand started moving. Slow. Torturous. The kind of pace that built pleasure like water filling a glass—one drop at a time, never quite spilling over. Up and down. Twist at the top. Her thumb dragging across the frenulum on every downstroke, hitting that spot that made your thighs tremble and your breath catch.
"Mmmnpfh—" The sound was punched out of you before you could stop it.
"There you go." Her voice was honey and approval. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good it feels."
"So fucking good—"
"I know." She sped up slightly. Not much. Just enough that you noticed. "I can feel how hard you are. How wet you're getting. Your cock is just—leaking for me." Her thumb gathered another bead of pre-cum, spreading it down the shaft. "Look at that. So messy. So desperate."
She brought you to the edge in under two minutes.
You felt it building—that coiling tension at the base of your spine, the tightening in your balls, the way your breathing turned ragged and shallow. Your hands clenched into fists behind your back. The cuffs rattled.
"I'm close—Officer Ning, I'm so close—"
Her hand stopped.
Just stopped. Fingers still wrapped around your shaft, thumb pressed against the vein pulsing along the underside, but not moving. Not stroking. Not giving you anything.
"No."
One word. Firm. Absolute.
The orgasm crashed back, denied, and you made a sound that was half groan and half sob. Your cock throbbed in her grip. A fresh bead of pre-cum wept from the tip and dripped down her knuckles.
"Please—"
"No." Softer now. She kissed your shoulder. "Not yet. We have twenty-eight more minutes."
"Fuck—"
"Eventually." She kissed your bicep. "Right now, we have edging."
She started again. Slower. Lighter. Fingertips tracing the veins along your shaft, barely any pressure at all, and somehow that was worse. The feather-light touches made you ache. Made you strain. Made you whimper—actually whimper—and the sound made her smile.
"You make the prettiest noises," she murmured. "Every time I stop, you sound like you're dying. It's adorable."
"Feels like dying."
"Good."
Her grip tightened. Her pace increased. Back to that devastating rhythm—up and down, twist at the top, thumb dragging across the head—and the pressure built again. Faster this time. Your thighs started trembling within thirty seconds.
"Officer Ning—"
"I know." She didn't stop. Kept stroking. Kept working your shaft with that perfect, punishing grip. "I can feel you getting close. Your cock is twitching. Your balls are tightening." Her thumb pressed against the frenulum. "You want to come so badly, don't you?"
"Yes—fuck, yes, please—"
She stopped.
You sobbed.
"Twenty-five minutes left."
The cycle repeated. Four times. Five. You lost count. Lost track of time. Lost yourself in the rhythm of her hand bringing you to the precipice over and over and over again, then pulling back at the last possible second. Each denial felt like a physical blow. Your whole body was shaking. Your cock was so slick with pre-cum that her hand made wet, obscene sounds with every stroke—shlick, splrtch, shliiick—and the sheets beneath you were soaked.
"You're doing so well," she said at one point. Or maybe it was several points. The words blurred together. "So patient. So good for me. Just a little more."
"Can't—can't anymore—"
"You can." Her lips brushed your ear. "You're almost there. I promise."
The next time she brought you to the edge, she didn't stop.
Didn't slow down. Didn't pull back. Her hand kept moving—fast and tight and perfect—and you felt the orgasm building, building, building until—
"Come for me."
Two words. Quiet. Commanding. Utterly wrecking.
"Come for me right now. I want to feel it. Give me everything."
The orgasm didn't hit. It detonated.
Your whole body seized. Your hips punched upward, driving your cock through her fist, and the first rope of cum erupted with enough force to stripe across her tits. White. Thick. Splurt. The second rope hit her collarbone. The third painted her stomach. Splurt. Splurt. Splurt. You kept coming, kept pumping, kept emptying yourself into her hand and onto her skin until you couldn't see straight.
"That's it," she breathed. Her hand kept moving, milking you through every pulse, every spasm. "That's it, baby, give me all of it—fuck, look at you, you're still coming—"
A broken sound clawed its way out of your throat. Her name. Maybe. Or just noise. You couldn't tell anymore.
When it was finally over, when you were spent and trembling and barely conscious, you opened your eyes.
Ningning was a mess. Your cum dripped down her breasts, pooled in her navel, streaked across her stomach. A glob of it clung to her chin. She looked down at herself with something approaching awe, then lifted her cum-covered hand to her mouth.
Her tongue darted out. Licked a stripe up her palm.
"Mmm." She hummed, pleased. "You taste so good." Her tongue worked between her fingers, lapping up every drop. Slrp. Slrp. The sounds were wet and obscene and made your spent cock give a valiant twitch. She noticed. Laughed. Kept licking until her hand was clean.
Then she crawled up your body and kissed you.
Deep. Slow. Her tongue swept into your mouth, and you could taste yourself on her—salty, bitter, mixed with the lingering sweetness of her own mouth—and the intimacy of it made your heart pound harder than anything else she'd done tonight.
"Thank you," she murmured against your lips. "For this. For all of this. The outfit. The roleplay. Letting me—" She paused. Shook her head. "Just… thank you."
"Happy anniversary."
"Happy anniversary." She kissed you again. Softer. "I love you."
"Love you too."
She reached behind you. There was a click, and the cuffs fell away. Your arms screamed in protest as you brought them forward, shoulders aching, wrists red and raw. You didn't care. You wrapped them around her anyway, pulling her against your chest, and she melted into you.
They lay there for a long moment. Breathing. Tangled together. Her cum-streaked skin pressed against your sweat-slicked chest. The room smelled like sex and her perfume and something that was just them.
"I'll let you fuck my asshole," she whispered.
Your brain short-circuited.
"For your birthday present."
She said it casually. Sleepily. Like she was discussing what to have for breakfast. Her head was tucked under your chin, her breath warm against your throat, and she'd just—
"Did you—did you just say—"
"I'll let you fuck my asshole," she repeated. Slower this time. Enunciating each word with deliberate clarity. "For your birthday. I've been… thinking about it. Preparing. You know. In case you wanted to."
In case you wanted to.
Your cock—spent, exhausted, absolutely wrecked—twitched against her thigh.
Ningning felt it.
She lifted her head. Looked down at your traitorous dick, which was already half-hard again despite everything she'd just put it through. Then she looked back at your face. Her expression shifted from sleepy to amused to something altogether more dangerous.
A laugh bubbled out of her. Bright. Genuine. Absolutely delighted.
"Hmm." She propped herself up on one elbow, her free hand trailing down your stomach. "It seems this bad boy still needs another round."
"Ningning—"
"Officer Ning." Her fingers wrapped around your reawakening cock. "And I think I know exactly what to do with you."
She swung her leg over your hips.
Straddled you.
Positioned your cock at her entrance—still slick, still dripping with the evidence of your last two releases—and sank down in one slow, deliberate motion that made you both gasp.
"Fuck," she breathed. Her head fell back. Her hips started to move. "One more time. Give me one more. Then we'll talk about your birthday." She leaned forward, her lips brushing your ear. "And all the filthy things I'm going to let you do to me."
The dormitory was quiet for the first time in hours. Wonyoung had claimed a headache, begged off the late dinner the others had planned, and now the hallway stretched empty in both directions, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning unit struggling against the Seoul summer.
She stood in the doorway of her room in nothing but the shimmering iridescent dress from the day's rehearsal — a form-fitting strapless corset in white-silver that caught the low light and scattered it. Crystal beads traced chevron patterns up the bodice, cupping her full breasts and pushing them high. Delicate beaded chains rested across her collarbones, one strand dipping into the deep valley between her breasts. More chains crossed her bare torso, swaying when she moved.
She heard him before she saw him. The keys. The soft footsteps. The way he always cleared his throat once before entering.
Manager oppa.
He stepped into the common area and stopped. His dark eyes traveled the length of her — the dress, the bare shoulders, the way she'd let her long dark-brown hair fall loose in soft waves around her heart-shaped face. Her curtain bangs framed eyes lined in soft brown shadow, lashes long enough to cast shadows. Her lips were glossy nude-pink, parted just enough to show the edge of lower teeth.
"I thought you had a headache," he said, his voice careful.
"I lied."
She crossed the room to him, the crystal beads catching the light. Her heart-shaped face tilted up to his, her large upturned eyes holding his gaze with something knowing. Something inviting.
"You should go back to your room, Wonyoung."
"Should I?"
Her hand found his tie, fingers curling around the silk. She tugged, and he followed. She backed toward the sofa, pulling him with her, and when the back of her knees hit the cushions she let herself fall, bringing him down on top of her.
His mouth found hers.
She pressed up into him, one hand fisting in his hair, pulling him deeper. Her tongue slid against his, wet and hungry, a small desperate sound escaping her throat. His hand came up, palm flat against her stomach, then higher, finding the edge of the corset where her breasts swelled above the crystal-beaded fabric.
"These are real," she breathed against his mouth. "The dress. The beads. All of it. I wore it for you."
His thumb traced the upper curve of her breast, and she arched into his hand, her glossy lips falling open on a soft moan.
"I want you to fuck me," she said. "Right here. Right now."
She reached down and found him hard through his trousers — thick, unmistakable. Her fingers traced the length of him, and her breath caught.
"Fuck. You're so big."
He didn't answer with words. His mouth dropped to her throat, tongue hot against her pulse, teeth grazing the delicate skin there. She let her head fall back, eyes closing, fingers working his belt, his zipper, pushing fabric aside until she could wrap her hand around his cock.
It was enormous. Twenty centimeters of thick, veined hardness, the head flushed and slick. Her hand barely fit around the shaft.
"I need it inside me," she whispered. "Please, oppa. I need it."
He pulled the beaded chains aside, dragged the strapless bodice down until her breasts spilled free — full, round, the nipples already peaked and dark against her pale skin. His mouth closed over one, tongue circling the tight bud, and she cried out, her back bowing off the sofa cushions.
"Yes. Yes. Suck my nipples. Please."
He drew the left one deep into his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking across the sensitive tip while his thumb found the other and rolled, pinched, tugged. Her hips bucked against him, her breathing ragged and high-pitched.
"More. More. Don't stop."
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and she was already soaked, her thighs pressing together, her pussy aching and slick through the thin fabric of the dress that had ridden up her hips.
"Do you feel what you do to me?" he asked, his voice rough, his mouth still against her nipple. "Walking around in this dress. Looking at me like that."
"Show me. Show me what you do to me."
He yanked her panties aside and didn't bother with more prep — just pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and pushed.
She screamed.
Not loud — not the first one. A strangled, broken sound caught behind her teeth as his thickness stretched her open inch by inch. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"So fucking tight," he growled.
"Don't stop. Don't stop. Please. All of it."
He drove the rest of the way in, seating himself to the hilt, and she came undone beneath him. Her pussy clenched around his cock, a rippling, desperate grip that pulled a groan from deep in his chest. Her eyes were wide, her glossy lips parted, a thin sheen of sweat already glistening on her luminous skin.
He fucked her like that — missionary, her legs hooked over his forearms, her ankles near her ears, the angle so deep she could feel him in her throat. Each thrust drove the crystal beads of her dress against her bouncing breasts, the chevron patterns flashing in the dim light. Her moans came free and unrestrained, no thought to who might hear.
"Your pussy is gripping me so hard," he said, his pace quickening. "You love this cock, don't you?"
"I love it. I fucking love it. Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me harder."
He slammed into her, the sofa creaking beneath them, the wet sounds of her body taking him filling the quiet room. She was coming again — could feel it building, a hot coil low in her belly that snapped when he angled his hips and hit that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
"Fuck, oppa, right there, right fucking there—"
She came with a wail, her body convulsing around him, her juices soaking his cock. He kept thrusting through it, working her through the aftershocks, and when she finally went limp beneath him he pulled out and stroked himself twice, coming across her stomach in thick ropes.
She lay there panting, the iridescent dress ruined, her thighs sticky, her hair a wild dark halo around her face.
"Again," she whispered. "I want it again."
He looked down at her, at the hunger already rekindling in her dark eyes.
"Tomorrow," he said. "After rehearsal."
She nodded, but her hand found his wrist as he stood.
"Don't make me wait too long."
---
The next time was two days later. The other members had gone to a scheduled variety show taping. Wonyoung had faked a sprained ankle — a convincing limp, a pained expression, the whole performance. The moment the door closed behind them she dropped the act and pulled him into her bedroom by his belt.
She was wearing nothing under an oversized hoodie. When she turned around and bent over her bed, presenting herself to him, the sight of her bare ass and the slick pink of her pussy visible between her spread thighs made him groan.
"Fuck me from behind," she said, looking over her shoulder, her long dark hair falling forward, curtain bangs brushing her cheeks. "I want to feel all of it. Every centimeter."
He positioned himself behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his cock to her entrance. She was already wet — dripping, actually, a string of her arousal connecting her thighs.
"You're soaked," he said.
"I know. I've been thinking about this for two days. About your cock. About how full you make me feel."
He pushed in.
Her head dropped, her forehead pressing into the duvet, and she let out a long, shuddering moan as he filled her from behind. The angle was different — deeper, somehow. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against a spot deep inside her that made her toes curl.
"Fuck, look at you," he said, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. "Taking all of it. Greedy little thing."
"I am. I'm greedy. Give me more. Harder."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her, his hips slapping against her ass. The room filled with the sounds of their bodies — wet, rhythmic, obscene. Her moans rose in pitch, her fingers twisting in the duvet, her mouth open and drooling onto the fabric.
"Your tits," she gasped. "Grab my tits."
He reached around, one hand finding her breast through the hoodie, pinching her nipple hard between his fingers. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock.
"Like that," she panted. "Squeeze them. Pinch them. I love it when you hurt them."
He twisted the nipple, and she whimpered, her hips pushing back against his thrusts.
"You're so fucking dirty," he said.
"Only for you. I'm only like this for you."
He came inside her that time, filling her pussy with hot cum, and she lay there beneath him, her body trembling, her chest heaving, her hole still gripping his cock as he softened inside her.
"That one," she whispered, "was even better than the first."
---
By the third week, she couldn't stop.
She would text him at 2 AM — a single emoji, a fire emoji, and he'd know. He'd find her waiting in the practice room, in the storage closet, in the stairwell. She fucked him in the van with the partition up, her mouth stretched around his cock as he drove, her hand between her own legs, rubbing her clit until she came on his tongue in the back of the dorm elevator.
Her addiction grew like a fever. She couldn't think without her mind circling back to his cock — the weight of it, the taste, the way it stretched her open until she couldn't breathe.
"I need it again," she said one night, sitting on his lap in the empty practice room, her short skirt rucked up around her hips. "Now. Right now."
He looked at her, his dark eyes unreadable.
"Where?"
She stood, turned, and lowered herself onto him — no hands, no guidance, just her pussy finding his cock with practiced ease. She sank down, a low groan escaping both of them, and then she started to ride.
Up and down. Her palms flat on his chest for balance. Her head thrown back, her long dark hair brushing her bare shoulders. The corset dress from that first night — she'd worn it again, the iridescent panels shifting with every bounce, the crystal beads catching the overhead fluorescents.
"Look at you," he said, his hands gripping her hips. "Riding my cock like it's the only thing keeping you alive."
"It is. I swear to God it is."
She bounced harder, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. Her pussy gripped him with every upward stroke, then released as she sank back down, each descent driving him deeper.
"I'm going to cum on your cock," she said, her voice breaking. "I'm going to cum so fucking hard."
"Do it. Cum for me."
She threw herself over the edge, a long, keening cry tearing from her throat as her body locked up and spasmed, her inner walls milking his cock in waves. He held her through it, letting her ride out the orgasm, and when she collapsed against his chest he could feel her heart hammering through her ribs.
"One more," she whispered.
"Wonyoung —"
"One more. Please. I need it. I need to feel you come inside me again."
He flipped her onto her back on the practice room floor, spread her legs wide, and fucked her until the clock read three in the morning and the security guard's footsteps echoed in the hallway.
---
The sixth time, she asked for something new.
"I want it in my ass."
He looked at her, surprised. They were in her dorm room, the door locked, the other members at a fan meeting she'd claimed she was too sick to attend. She was on her hands and knees on her bed, completely naked, her ass in the air, her face turned to watch him over her shoulder.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I want to feel you everywhere. I want to be so full of you that I can't walk tomorrow."
He coated his cock with lube, rubbed some around her tight entrance, pressed a finger inside to stretch her. She gasped, her muscles clenching around the intrusion.
"Relax," he said. "Breathe."
She nodded, took a deep breath, and he pushed a second finger in. She whimpered but didn't tell him to stop. When he withdrew his fingers and positioned the head of his cock against her ass, she was trembling.
"Slow," she said. "Go slow."
He pushed in.
The tightness was incredible — so much tighter than her pussy, the ring of muscle gripping his cock like a fist. She cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as inch by inch he sank into her.
"Fuck. You're so tight, baby."
"I can feel every inch. Fuck, oppa. It's so big. It's so deep."
When he was fully seated, he paused, letting her adjust. She pressed back against him, a small, experimental movement, and he groaned.
"Move," she said. "Fuck my ass."
He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, and she moaned — a deep, guttural sound that seemed to come from somewhere primal. He picked up a rhythm, each thrust pushing deeper, her body opening for him as she grew accustomed to the stretch.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck my ass harder."
He grabbed her hips and fucked her, his balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust, the sound obscene and wet. She was moaning without restraint now, loud enough that the walls might as well not exist, her face pressed into the pillow, her ass raised high.
"I'm going to cum in your ass," he said, his voice strained. "I'm going to fill your tight little asshole with my cum."
"Do it. I want it. I want all of it."
He drove into her one last time, buried to the hilt, and came with a roar, his hot cum flooding her ass, leaking around his cock as he pulsed inside her. She came too — from the feeling of him filling her, from the pressure, from the sheer filthy wrongness of it.
When he pulled out, his cum dripped from her stretched hole, running down her thigh.
"Next time," she said, her voice hoarse, "do both. Pussy and ass. I want to be completely full."
---
The seventh time was the last time.
He had planned it carefully. The phone — her phone — had been in his pocket since she'd left it on the practice room table. He'd already set up the Instagram Live stream, the camera angled from her nightstand, the frame catching the bed, the recognizable IVE dormitory pillows, the specific bookshelf with her signed photobook collection.
She didn't notice. She was too far gone, too hungry, her body trembling as she waited for him on the bed, wearing only the iridescent corset dress, the crystal beads shimmering in the low lamplight.
"Come here," she said, reaching for him. "I've been thinking about this all day. I need you inside me."
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs, and she sighed with satisfaction as his weight settled over her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss — deep, wet, her tongue sliding against his.
The stream was live. Fifty-seven viewers. Then two hundred. Then eight hundred.
On the screen, the comments scrolled.
whose live is this
is that a bed
who is that girl
He pulled her dress down, her breasts spilling free, and she moaned as his mouth closed over her nipple, tonguing the hard bud.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her back arching. "Suck them. Suck my nipples. Harder."
The comments exploded.
that voice sounds like
holy shit is that wonyoung
there's no way
the bookshelf omg
THAT'S THE IVE DORM
He switched to her other breast, pinching the first between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the hard nub until she cried out.
"Yes. Yes. Fuck, oppa, I love your mouth on my tits. I love the way you pinch them."
He moved down, positioning himself between her thighs, and she spread them wide for him, her pussy already glistening.
"Fuck me," she said, her voice a desperate whimper. "Please. I need your cock inside me. I need it so bad."
He pressed the head against her entrance, and she moaned — a long, broken sound that the microphone on her phone captured perfectly.
"Yes, yes, yes. Put it in. FILL me."
Comments scrolling faster now:
the iridescent dress
that's the dress from rehearsal
wonyoung owns that exact dress
IT'S HER
NO WAY
someone call starship
this is crazy
He thrust into her, and she screamed — a raw, unrestrained cry of pure pleasure.
"Oh my GOD. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. Her head thrashed on the pillow, her long dark hair spread across the white fabric, her curtain bangs clinging to her sweaty forehead.
"You feel so good," she moaned. "Your cock is so fucking big. I love it. I love how you stretch me."
He fucked her faster, his hips slapping against hers, the wet sounds of their bodies filling the room and broadcasting through the phone's speaker.
"I'm going to cum," she gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm going to cum on your cock."
The comments were a frenzy:
that's definitely her moan
i've heard her sing enough to know
THAT'S WONYOUNG
omg she's literally being filmed
someone screenshot this before it's taken down
this is insane
i can't believe this is real
look at the pillows those are ive dorm pillows
She came with a wail, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him in a desperate rhythm. He kept thrusting, chasing his own release, and she felt it building.
"Cum inside me," she begged. "Please. I need to feel it. Fill me up."
He drove into her one final time, buried deep, and came with a groan, his hot cum flooding her. She held him there, her legs locked around him, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her own orgasm.
"I love this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I love being full of your cum. I never want this to stop."
On her nightstand, her phone glowed. The stream had reached twelve thousand viewers.
---
She didn't know until the next morning.
Her phone was buzzing when she woke — a continuous vibration that didn't stop. She reached for it groggily, and the screen was a wall of notifications. Instagram. KakaoTalk. Twitter. Calls from her mother. From the agency. From every member of IVE.
Her stomach dropped.
She opened Instagram and found her last post — a live stream she didn't remember starting. A video that had already been screen-captured, screen-recorded, shared across every platform. The comments on the auto-saved replay were a flood.
she's so hot
we saw everything
wonyoung exposed
who was the guy
the manager maybe?
her moans were so loud
she said "oppa"
She watched the replay, her blood running cold. Her voice. Her dress. Her bed. Her breasts on display. Her begging. Her coming undone on the manager's cock for twelve thousand people to see.
The company released a statement at noon.
"An unauthorized third party hacked Jang Wonyoung's personal Instagram account and livestreamed fabricated content. Legal action is being pursued against the individual responsible. The explicit audio and visual material is AI-generated deepfake content and bears no relation to reality. We ask fans to refrain from sharing the maliciously edited video and to respect the artist's privacy during this difficult time."
The comments under the statement were split.
that's definitely her
the agency is lying
deepfake my ass you can see her beauty mark
the dress is identical to the one she wore at rehearsal
protect wonyoung
she's clearly being exploited
who did this to her
Wonyoung sat on the edge of her bed, the iridescent dress still pooled around her waist, the evidence of the night before still sticky between her thighs. Her phone buzzed again.
A message from him.
They bought it. We're safe.
She stared at the screen, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. She should be angry. She should be devastated. Her career. Her reputation. Her privacy, violated in front of twelve thousand strangers.
But all she could think about was how good it felt. How the risk had made it better. How the thought of people watching her — watching him fuck her — made her clench around nothing.
She typed back one word.
Again?
Three dots appeared.
Tomorrow. Different dorm. They think we're moving you to a safe location.
The TripleS dormitory was usually a place of organized chaos, filled with the scent of perfumes, makeup, and the constant chatter of young women. But tonight, the atmosphere in one particular bedroom was thick with a different kind of energy—a heavy, musk-scented haze of raw lust and desperation.
Kaede was pinned against the headboard of her bed, her legs draped over Y/N’s shoulders, opening her wide for the world to see. For a year, they had perfected this dance, a cycle of intense longing and explosive release. Y/N was a force of nature, and his cock was the only thing that could truly silence the idol's mind, replacing the stress of choreography and recordings with a singular, pulsing focus on pleasure.
He slammed into her with a rhythmic, brutal intensity. Every thrust was deep, bottoming out against her cervix and sending electric shocks through her entire frame. Kaede’s head tossed back and forth on the pillow, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She wasn't just moaning; she was wailing, her voice echoing through the thin walls of the dormitory.
"Ah! Oh god, Y/N! Right there! Fuck me harder!" she screamed, her fingers digging deep into his biceps, leaving red crescent marks. "Yes! Give it to me! Fill me up!"
The sound of their bodies colliding—the wet, slapping noise of skin hitting skin—was rhythmic and relentless. Kaede was completely undone, her body arching like a bow every time he hit that sweet spot. She felt her walls clenching around him, milking him with every desperate spasm. "I can't… I can't take it! It's too big… ahhh! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She exploded into a violent orgasm, her internal muscles gripping his shaft in tight, rhythmic pulses. Her screams peaked, a high-pitched, breathless sound of pure surrender as she shuddered beneath him, her vision blurring into white light.
In the room next door, the romantic movie playing on the laptop was completely forgotten. Hyerin and Sullin were sitting close together on the bed, but they weren't paying attention to the screen. Their entire focus was tuned to the wall they shared with Kaede.
Hyerin was leaning back against the wall, her breath coming in shallow hitches. She could hear everything—the bed frame creaking violently, the wet sounds of penetration, and most of all, Kaede’s unfiltered, primal screams. It was a sound of absolute pleasure, a sound that made Hyerin’s own core throb with a sudden, aching emptiness.
"Do you hear that?" Hyerin whispered, her voice trembling. She shifted her position, rubbing her thighs together. "She sounds… she sounds like she's dying and being born at the same time."
Sullin was curled up beside her, her face flushed a deep crimson. She had her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts, her fingers working frantically against her own clitoris. Every time Kaede let out a particularly loud moan, Sullin’s hips jerked involuntarily.
"I can't stop thinking about it," Sullin whimpered, her voice thick with arousal. "I can imagine him… just hammering into her like that. He must be huge to make Kaede-unnie scream like that. I bet he's just… stretching her open."
Hyerin turned to look at Sullin, seeing the glazed look in her eyes and the way her chest heaved. The tension between the two girls shifted from mere curiosity to a shared, burning hunger. Hyerin reached over, sliding her hand over Sullin’s breast, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric of her shirt.
"Imagine if it was us," Hyerin murmured, leaning closer until their lips were almost touching. "Imagine that cock sliding into us instead. I want to feel that kind of power. I want to know why she's making those sounds."
Sullin let out a soft moan, leaning into Hyerin’s touch. "You think he'd… you think he'd want us? He's Kaede-unnie's."
"He's a man, Sullin," Hyerin whispered, her eyes darkening. "And we're right here. We're young, we're hungry… and we're listening to him fuck our friend. It's driving me crazy. I can feel my pussy dripping just listening to them."
Sullin gasped, her fingers moving faster. "Me too. I'm so wet… I just want to feel him stretch me. I want to hear him groan in my ear while he ruins me."
The two girls spent the next hour in a state of heightened arousal, feeding off each other's fantasies while the sounds from the next room continued. They whispered dirty things to one another, describing exactly how they would take Y/N, how they would compete for his attention, and how they would let him use their bodies until they were as spent and broken as Kaede sounded.
Eventually, the noise subsided. The sounds of heavy breathing and afterglow whispers drifted through the wall, followed by the sound of Y/N dressing and eventually leaving the room.
Kaede remained in her room for a while, floating in the hazy aftermath of her climax. When she finally emerged to head to the kitchen for some water, she found Hyerin and Sullin waiting for her in the hallway.
The sight of them stopped her in her tracks. Both girls looked disheveled; their hair was messy, their cheeks were flushed, and there was a predatory, hungry look in their eyes that Kaede had never seen before. They weren't looking at her as their unnie; they were looking at her as the gatekeeper to the man who had just spent the last hour ravishing her.
"Unnie," Hyerin started, her voice low and slightly husky. She stepped closer, her eyes scanning Kaede’s swollen lips and the slight tremor still present in her legs. "We heard everything."
Kaede froze, her face turning bright red. "You… you did? Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize we were being that loud…"
Sullin stepped forward, her gaze intense. "Don't be sorry, unnie. It sounded… incredible. We couldn't even focus on our movie. We couldn't focus on anything except the sound of him inside you."
Kaede blinked, surprised by the bluntness. "What do you mean?"
Hyerin reached out, gently touching Kaede’s arm. "We're horny, Kaede. Really horny. And knowing that Y/N is the one making you scream like that… it's done something to us. We can't stop thinking about him."
Sullin leaned in, her voice a desperate plea. "Please, unnie. We know he's your boyfriend, and we know it's a lot to ask… but could you let us? Could you let us seduce him? We want to feel him. We want to know what it's like to be fucked by him."
Kaede felt a wave of conflict wash over her. On one hand, Y/N was hers. On the other, she looked at her two bandmates—beautiful, longing, and clearly aching for release. She felt a sudden pang of guilt. She was the only one in the dorm with a partner, the only one getting her needs met in such an explosive way. Seeing them so flushed and desperate made her heart ache with a strange kind of empathy.
She looked from Hyerin to Sullin, seeing the raw desire in their eyes. A naughty, daring thought crossed her mind. Why should she be the only one to enjoy him? If she shared him, it wouldn't mean she loved him less—it would just mean more pleasure for everyone involved.
A small, mischievous smile played on Kaede’s lips as she looked at the two girls.
"You both really want him that badly?" Kaede asked, her voice softening.
Hyerin and Sullin nodded vigorously, their breath hitching in anticipation.
Kaede sighed, a playful glint in her eyes. "Fine. I can't have my members walking around this dorm in such a state of frustration. I'll let you have him. You can both try to seduce him next time he comes over."
The next evening, Y/N arrived at the TripleS dormitory with a familiar, pulsing anticipation between his legs. His mind was already racing, imagining the various ways he would bend Kaede over her bed and the high-pitched, desperate screams she would let out as he hammered into her. He let himself in, moving with the confidence of a man who had spent a year claiming this territory, and headed straight for Kaede’s room.
When he pushed the door open, however, he stopped dead. Kaede wasn't waiting for him in a lace bra-panties set or stripped bare. She was fully clothed in a casual oversized sweater and leggings, sitting on the edge of her bed with a playful, mysterious smile on her face.
"Hey, babe," she said, her voice humming with a secret.
Y/N blinked, confused. "What's… what's going on? You're dressed. I thought we were going to get straight to it."
Kaede chuckled, her thumbs flying across her phone screen. She was sending a quick text to Hyerin and Sullin, telling them to get into position right outside the door. "I have a surprise for you, Y/N. A very special one."
Y/N felt a sudden spike of anxiety. His mind flashed back to a few weeks prior, a moment where he had let his gaze linger a bit too long on Sullin’s thick, powerful thighs while she was practicing a dance routine. He wondered if she had told Kaede, or if Kaede had caught him staring. He felt his face heat up, a wave of embarrassment washing over him.
"Look, if this is about… you know… Sullin," Y/N stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't mean anything by it, I just—"
Kaede burst out laughing, standing up and walking toward him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "Oh, you sweet, idiot man. I know you like those thighs. I've seen the way you look at her. And honestly? I don't mind."
Y/N looked at her, bewildered. "You don't?"
"No," Kaede whispered, her eyes gleaming. "I love you, and I love my girls. I've been the only one getting my needs met in this house, and it feels selfish. Hyerin and Sullin are so stressed, so tense… and they're so incredibly horny for you. I want them to be happy. I want them to be well taken care of. So tonight, I'm sharing."
Before Y/N could even process the words, the door creaked open. Hyerin and Sullin stepped inside, and the air in the room instantly shifted, becoming heavy with a thick, electric charge of lust. Both girls were dressed in skimpy sleepwear that left very little to the imagination. Hyerin was in a sheer camisole, her nipples poking through the fabric, while Sullin wore short silk shorts that struggled to contain the lush curve of her thick thighs.
"Hi, Y/N," Hyerin purred, her voice a low, sultry vibration.
Sullin didn't even speak; she moved in like a predator. She stepped behind Y/N, her soft breasts pressing against his back as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She tilted her head up, her lips finding the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking and biting softly, sending jolts of electricity straight to his groin.
At the same time, Hyerin stepped in front of him. Her eyes were locked onto his, dark and dilated. She reached down, her hand sliding firmly over the front of his jeans. She groaned as she felt the massive, hard bulge of his cock straining against the denim. She began to palm him, squeezing and rubbing the length of his shaft through the fabric, her movements slow and deliberate.
"God, you're so hard already," Hyerin whispered, her breath hot against his lips. "We've been dreaming about this since yesterday. We couldn't stop thinking about the sounds Kaede-unnie was making."
Y/N let out a low groan, his head falling back against Sullin’s shoulder. The double assault was overwhelming. He looked at Kaede, who was watching them with a look of pure, voyeuristic satisfaction.
"Go on," Kaede whispered, gesturing toward the door. "Take him to your room. I'll be watching from the hallway."
The two girls didn't need to be told twice. They practically dragged Y/N out of the room and into their shared space. The moment the door clicked shut, the restraint vanished. Hyerin and Sullin fell upon him with a feral intensity. They worked together, their small hands frantic as they fumbled with his belt and zipped down his pants.
When his cock finally sprang free, thick and pulsing, both girls gasped. It was even more impressive than they had imagined from the sounds they'd heard through the wall.
"Look at it," Sullin whimpered, her eyes wide. "It's huge."
They dropped to their knees simultaneously. The scene became a blur of wet, sloppy sounds. Hyerin took the head, her tongue swirling around the crown, licking the pre-cum with a hungry desperation. Sullin dove lower, her mouth engulfing the base, her tongue licking the veins that ran along the shaft.
They began to share him, their lips meeting and clashing as they fought for space on his cock. It was a wild, sloppy exchange of saliva and lust, their tongues tangling together while they sucked him with everything they had. Y/N gripped their hair, his hips jerking involuntarily as the vacuum of their mouths worked him over.
"I want it first!" Sullin suddenly gasped, pulling away for a second, her lips glistening with his fluids. "I can't wait anymore! I need it inside me!"
Hyerin glared at her, her own pussy dripping through her panties. "No fair! I was the one who got him hard!"
Sullin’s eyes flashed with desperation. She knew she had to make a deal. "Hyerin! If you let me go first, I swear… I'll eat your pussy every single night for the rest of the week. Every. Single. Night. Until you're shaking."
Hyerin paused, her breath hitching. The thought of Sullin’s tongue on her for a week was too tempting to pass up. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. "Deal. Go on then, you greedy bitch."
Sullin didn't waste a heartbeat. She stood up, stripping off her silk shorts and panties in one fluid motion, revealing a plump, soaking wet pussy and those legendary thick thighs. She walked over to the sturdy wooden desk in the corner of the room and hiked herself up, sitting on the edge with her legs spread wide, exposing her glistening folds to the air.
"Come here, Y/N," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please… fuck me. Stretch me open. I want to feel every inch of you."
Y/N didn't need further invitation. He stepped between her legs, his cock throbbing. He gripped her thick thighs, pulling her to the very edge of the desk, and with one powerful, driving thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.
"OH GOD! YES!" Sullin screamed, her back arching, her fingers digging into the wood of the desk. "FUCK! You're so big! You're filling me up completely!"
Y/N began to move, his strokes long and punishing. He bottomed out with every thrust, the sound of their bodies colliding—the wet, slapping noise of his balls hitting her ass—filling the room. Sullin’s legs locked around his waist, her powerful thighs squeezing him tight, pulling him deeper into her heat.
Meanwhile, Hyerin had retreated to the bed. She lay back, her legs spread, her fingers working her own clitoris in a frantic rhythm. She wasn't just watching; she was directing.
"Harder, Y/N! Give it to her harder!" Hyerin commanded, her voice strained with arousal. "Sullin, look at him! Look at how he's ruining you! Tell him how it feels! Tell him how much you love being stretched!"
"It's… ahhh! It's too much! I love it!" Sullin wailed, her voice echoing through the dormitory. "Fuck me harder, Y/N! Break me! Make the whole house hear me!"
Y/N obeyed, his pace becoming brutal. He hammered into Sullin with a rhythmic, violent intensity. The desk began to shake under the force of his thrusts, the heavy furniture rattling against the wall. The vibrations traveled through the floor and into the walls, the sound of Sullin’s primal moans carrying through the vents and hallways.
The noise was impossible to ignore. In a room further down the hallway, Jiwoo and Yubin were already locked in their own battle of pleasure. Jiwoo, possessing a thick, impressive girl cock, had Yubin pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around Jiwoo's waist.
Jiwoo was pounding into Yubin's pussy with a relentless drive, her movements mirrored by Yubin's frantic gasps. But as Sullin’s screams began to filter through the walls, something shifted. Hearing the raw, unfiltered lust of their groupmate—hearing the sounds of a man absolutely ravishing Sullin—sent a surge of adrenaline through Jiwoo.
"Listen to her, Yubin," Jiwoo groaned, her voice deep and guttural. "Sullin is getting fucked so hard… it's making me want to split you in half."
Yubin let out a loud moan, her head tossing back. "Yes! Do it! Fuck me like that! Make me scream as loud as she is!"
Driven by the auditory stimulation, Jiwoo gripped Yubin’s hips and began to slam into her with renewed vigor. The sound of their wet collisions joined the symphony of lust echoing through the dorm. Jiwoo’s cock buried itself deep, hitting Yubin’s cervix with every strike, making Yubin wail in a mixture of pain and absolute ecstasy.
Downstairs, the atmosphere was just as charged. Yeonji and Soomin were entwined on the couch, their clothes half-off. Soomin was perched in Yeonji’s lap, her legs wrapped around her, grinding her soaking wet pussy against Yeonji’s thigh.
They were kissing furiously, a desperate, tongue-clashing battle for dominance. Their breaths were shallow, their hearts racing. As the sounds of the threesome upstairs reached a crescendo—the rattling of the desk, the screams of Sullin, the commands of Hyerin—Soomin let out a whimper of pure need.
"Do you hear them?" Soomin whispered against Yeonji's lips, her body shivering. "The whole house… it's like the air is on fire."
Yeonji groaned, her hands sliding under Soomin’s shirt to squeeze her breasts. "It's driving me crazy. I can feel you dripping on me, Soomin. You're so wet."
Soomin responded by grinding her hips harder, her clitoris rubbing against Yeonji’s leg in a frantic search for friction. They dove back into their kiss, their tongues swirling, their bodies fusing together as they fed off the collective arousal vibrating through the building.
Back in the bedroom, Sullin was reaching her limit. Y/N’s relentless pounding had her vision blurring. Her internal muscles were clenching around him in tight, desperate spasms.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! OH GOD, Y/N!" Sullin screamed, her voice peaking in a high-pitched wail of surrender. Her body shuddered violently, her pussy milking his cock in a series of powerful, rhythmic pulses that nearly brought Y/N to his own climax.
As Sullin collapsed against the desk, panting and spent, Y/N slowly withdrew from her, leaving her gaping and dripping. He turned his attention to Hyerin, who was practically vibrating on the bed, her pussy glistening and her eyes wild.
Y/N walked over, intending to drop to his knees and eat her out, but Hyerin was too fast. As he leaned in, she reached up, grabbed his shoulders with surprising strength, and threw him backward onto the bed.
"My turn," she hissed.
Before he could react, Hyerin mounted him. She turned around, positioning herself in a reverse cowgirl, her back to his face. She gripped his thighs for balance and slowly, deliberately, lowered herself onto his still-rock-hard cock.
"Ahhh!" Hyerin gasped, her eyes rolling back as she felt him slide inside her. "Oh god… you're so thick… you're even bigger than Sullin said."
Hyerin began to fuck herself, her hips moving in a circular, grinding motion that maximized the friction against her clitoris. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying, her ass bouncing rhythmically against Y/N’s lap. She was in total control, her moans filling the room as she chased her own peak.
Y/N reached up, his hands finding her waist, then sliding up to grab her hands, locking them behind her head to pull her chest back, giving him a better view of her arching spine.
Sullin, finally recovering from her own orgasm, crawled over to the bed. She saw Hyerin’s pussy being hammered by Y/N’s cock from below and felt a fresh wave of desire. She slid under the bed, positioning herself between Hyerin’s legs.
Without warning, Sullin buried her face in Hyerin’s soaking wet folds, her tongue lashing out to find the clitoris.
"OH! OH MY GOD!" Hyerin screamed, her entire body jolting. The double stimulation—Y/N’s cock filling her from behind and Sullin’s tongue flickering over her clit from below—was too much.
Hyerin began to moan like crazy, her voice joining the chorus of the house. She accelerated her pace, her hips slamming down onto Y/N with desperate force, her screams echoing the wild, uncensored lust that had completely overtaken the TripleS dormitory.
The air in the TripleS dormitory had reached a breaking point, a thick, suffocating haze of pheromones, sweat, and the raw, metallic scent of arousal. The walls, once boundaries of privacy, had become mere conductors for the symphony of carnal noise. Hyerin’s screams were the current peak, her body slamming down on Y/N with a rhythmic, desperate violence that shook the very floorboards. But for Kaede, the sound wasn't enough. The aftermath of her own climax had left her in a state of hyper-awareness, her skin tingling, her nerves on fire, and a voyeuristic hunger clawing at her insides.
She couldn't stay still. The dormitory had transformed into a labyrinth of pleasure, and Kaede felt an irresistible urge to explore every corner of it. She stepped out into the hallway, her feet bare on the cool floor, her own body still glistening with the remnants of her encounter. She moved like a predator, her breath shallow, her eyes wide and dilated as she followed the sounds of wet friction and guttural moans.
The first sound that drew her was a rhythmic, heavy slap-slap-slap coming from Jiwoo and Yubin’s room. Kaede paused at the door, her heart hammering against her ribs. She didn't knock; she simply pushed the door open a crack, peering inside.
The sight that greeted her was enough to make her knees buckle. Yubin was draped across the bed on her belly, her face pressed into the pillows, her back arched in a desperate curve. Jiwoo was positioned behind her, her expression one of focused, raw intensity. Jiwoo's thick cock was pistoning in and out of Yubin's wet opening. With every powerful thrust, her shaft disappeared completely into Yubin’s soaking pussy, the impact of their hips creating a loud, wet sound that echoed through the room.
Jiwoo wasn't just fucking her; she was dominating her. Jiwoo’s hands were buried deep in Yubin’s flesh, her fingers palming Yubin’s large, heavy tits, squeezing them with a bruising grip that left red marks on the pale skin. She was kneading them like dough, pulling Yubin back against the cock with every thrust, ensuring that the penetration was as deep and punishing as possible.
Yubin was losing her mind. Her moans were high-pitched, erratic, her voice breaking as she sobbed into the pillow. "Oh god, Jiwoo! Fuck… fuck me harder! Fill me up!"
As Kaede watched, frozen in a mixture of shock and arousal, Yubin shifted. She turned her head, her hair messy and damp with sweat, and her eyes locked onto Kaede standing in the doorway. For a heartbeat, time stopped. Instead of embarrassment, a flash of pure, exhibitionist heat crossed Yubin’s face. She didn't tell Kaede to leave; instead, Yubin let out a loud, provocative moan and gave Kaede a slow, deliberate wink.
Then, Yubin deliberately pushed her ass back, grinding her soaking wet pussy harder against Jiwoo’s cock, practically begging for the friction. The knowledge that Kaede—their unnie—was watching her be absolutely railed by Jiwoo sent Yubin over the edge. Her moans grew louder, more guttural, her voice echoing through the room as she screamed, "Look at me, Kaede! Look at how Jiwoo is fucking me!"
Jiwoo noticed the audience too, and it only fueled her fire. She gripped Yubin’s hips tighter, her fingers digging into the skin, and began to hammer into her with a renewed, violent passion. The bed frame groaned under the pressure, the sound of her cock slamming into Yubin’s depths becoming a frantic, wet percussion. Kaede stood there, her hand sliding down to her own clit, rubbing herself through her thin clothes as she watched the two lovers lose themselves in a display of uncensored lust.
But the hunger in Kaede wasn't sated; it was amplified. She backed away from the room, her mind racing, and followed the next set of screams. This time, the noise was coming from Sullin and Hyerin’s room—a chaotic blend of three different voices, a frantic energy that suggested a much larger encounter.
When Kaede pushed the door open, the scene was a blur of tangled limbs and flushed skin. Y/N was in the center of it, his cock buried deep inside Hyerin, who was riding him with a manic intensity. Sullin was draped across the bed, her legs spread wide, her face a mask of pure ecstasy as she watched them, her own hand working her clit in a blur of motion.
The moment Kaede entered, the energy in the room shifted. Sullin’s eyes snapped to her, her pupils blown wide. Kaede didn't say a word. She walked toward the bed with a predatory grace, her eyes locked on Sullin. Without hesitation, Kaede reached down and grabbed a handful of Sullin’s hair, pulling her head back with a sharp tug that forced a gasp of surprise and pleasure from the younger girl.
Kaede shoved Sullin down onto the mattress, pinning her there. "You've been wanting this, haven't you?" Kaede whispered, her voice a low, dangerous purr.
Sullin whimpered, her hips jerking upward. "Yes… please, Kaede-unnie… I need you."
Kaede didn't waste time. She dove down, her mouth finding Sullin’s breast. She latched onto the nipple, sucking it hard, her tongue swirling around the peak with a hungry intensity. Sullin screamed, her back arching off the bed, her fingers digging into Kaede’s shoulders. Kaede moved her mouth to Sullin’s neck, leaving a trail of biting kisses and wet licks, marking her territory while her hand slid down to Sullin’s pussy.
Sullin was already drenched, her juices soaking through her underwear. Kaede ripped the fabric aside, sliding two fingers deep into her tight, pulsing heat. Sullin’s voice joined the chorus of the house, her screams echoing as Kaede worked her fingers in a fast, rhythmic motion, hitting the G-spot with precision.
Meanwhile, the dynamic on the bed shifted. Hyerin, seeing the intensity of Kaede and Sullin’s interaction, felt a surge of competitive lust. She didn't want to just be the one riding; she wanted to be the bridge. Hyerin shifted her position, turning around and sliding back down onto Y/N’s cock in a traditional cowgirl position, facing Sullin and Kaede.
Now, Hyerin was facing them, her breasts swinging with every heavy bounce. She slammed her hips down onto Y/N, her pussy clamping tight around his shaft, while her arms reached out to pull Sullin closer.
"Come here, Sullin," Hyerin gasped, her voice thick with lust.
As Y/N continued to hammer into Hyerin from below, Hyerin leaned forward, her lips meeting Sullin’s in a deep, sloppy kiss. Sullin was caught in a sandwich of pleasure—Kaede’s fingers ravishing her pussy from below and Hyerin’s mouth claiming her lips from above.
The scene was absolute carnage. Y/N was grunting, his hands gripping Hyerin’s waist, driving himself upward into her with every ounce of strength he had. Hyerin was moaning into Sullin’s mouth, her body shaking as she felt Y/N’s cock hitting her cervix. Sullin was sobbing, her head tossing from side to side, her body vibrating under Kaede’s relentless stimulation.
"Fuck… I can't… I'm going to come!" Sullin shrieked, her voice breaking.
Kaede increased the pace, her fingers curling inside Sullin, stretching her open, while her mouth returned to Sullin’s tits, biting and sucking with a feral hunger. Hyerin accelerated her bouncing, her screams echoing through the room, her pussy gripping Y/N so hard that he groaned in agony and pleasure.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Hyerin screamed, her body stiffening as a massive orgasm ripped through her. At the same moment, Sullin’s body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on Kaede’s fingers in violent spasms as she peaked, her scream merging with Hyerin’s.
Y/N let out a guttural roar, his body locking up as he shot a massive load of cum deep inside Hyerin, filling her to the brim. Hyerin collapsed forward onto Sullin, both girls shaking and sobbing, their skin slick with a mixture of sweat, saliva, and lubrication.
Kaede pulled her fingers out of Sullin, the sound of the wet pop echoing in the sudden silence. She looked at the two girls, then at Y/N, her eyes still burning with an unquenchable fire. The dormitory was no longer a home; it was a temple of flesh, a place where every inhibition had been burned away.
As they lay there, panting and exhausted, the sounds from the other rooms continued—the distant thud of Jiwoo still fucking Yubin, the muffled moans of other members who had joined the fray. The air was saturated, a heavy, musk-filled atmosphere that clung to their skin. They were all connected now, bound by this shared, primal experience.
Kaede leaned over Sullin and Hyerin, her voice a breathless whisper. "We're not done yet."
The lust that had overtaken the TripleS dormitory wasn't just a moment of madness; it was a transformation. Every room was a battlefield of desire, every hallway a path to a new encounter. They had crossed a line from which there was no return, embracing a world where the only law was the pursuit of the next, harder, deeper thrust. The symphony of moans continued to rise, a wild, uncensored roar that signaled the complete surrender of the dormitory to the god of lust.
There she was again, sitting on the couch doing nothing. It was incredible how your sister could ignore everything anyone said to her and do whatever she wanted. She was a spoiled brat, the princess of the house, the one who always got what she wanted. That was your sister, and you loved her just the way she was. You’d already gotten used to things being that way, and really, it didn’t hurt anyone.
The only real problem was that right now you were the one stuck doing all the work. Your parents had gone away for the weekend and were about to return, so it was imperative that you tidy up the house at least a little to welcome them home.
Of course, your sister had ignored it all and was sitting there doing who knows what on her phone. Helping you clean up? Not a chance. Now she was there laughing at the videos popping up on the screen as she swiped nonstop.
“Don’t you think if you helped me, we’d be done faster?” you asked, standing in front of her.
“No. You can do it just fine, besides- hahahahaha!” Suddenly she burst out laughing; she must have seen something really funny on her phone.
“But-” Taking a step forward, you grabbed her by the ankles and playfully tugged on her. Your sister slipped onto the couch and ended up lying back on it.
“What are you doing? I'm busy,” she asked indignantly, setting her phone aside to finally pay attention to you.
“I'm making you help me. I was just-” You cut yourself off mid-sentence because, in one of those spoiled-little-girl stunts she always pulled, Wonyoung put her foot on your face. She simply pressed the entire sole of her left foot against your face.
“Boring.” She rubbed her foot against your cheek. “We could do something more fun than sorting.”
“Woni, we’re not going to do that. I’m not in the mood right now.” Despite your words and your somewhat exasperated tone, you didn’t do anything to move her foot away from your face.
“Liar. I can tell you’re lying, you are in the mood.” In yet another of those moves that only she could come up with, your sister gently placed her other foot on your crotch and softly pressed against your erection; an erection you didn’t even realize you had, but which your sweatpants did nothing to hide.
“I really have to tidy up, and you have to help me.” You said, holding back a sigh.
“Heeeeeee!! So, what do I do with this?” Not again, not again. It was almost ridiculous how, once again, because of your carelessness, you’d found yourself caught up in a situation like this.
Gently, Wonyoung slid her bare foot over your erection. Up and down, stroking you and making you stiffen. Making your back stiffen, because your cock had already been stiff from the moment her foot touched your face.
“Wonyoung, seriou-” Your sister took advantage of the fact that you were speaking to shove her foot in your mouth. Actually, she only stuck her toes in, but that was enough to make you lose your composure and surrender to her.
First you sucked on her big toe, and then your tongue began to slowly trace the space between her other toes. Just as you’d done many times before, and as you’d surely do again in the future.
It was a twisted game, something you and she both knew was wrong, but neither of you seemed to care. Well, you did care when you allowed yourself to think about it. Wonyoung was just over a year younger than you, but despite that small age difference, she had always been the favorite, the special daughter, the one who always got everything. You didn’t care much about that; you’d already come to terms with the fact that things were that way because your sister was like a princess, and not because your parents loved her more than you. But sometimes you hated that attitude of hers.
You didn't want to remember how or when it all started, but it was definitely after she caught you jerking off while watching foot porn. Maybe she wanted to make fun of you or take advantage of the situation, but the fact is that it all ended with her feet in your mouth and, occasionally, on your dick.
You weren’t a sick pair of siblings who disguised their lust as love to have sex whenever they could, you were simply a pair of siblings… who were different. Actually, you two didn’t have sex; all that happened was that you sucked your sister’s feet, and every now and then she’d jerk you off with them. If you were lucky, Wonyoung would let you cum on her feet, but nothing more than that. Well, there was that one time; but that was different and it only happened once, just once.
One of those nights when it was too hot to sleep under the covers, your sister had come into your room and lain down next to you. You thought it was going to end up like it always did, but this time it didn’t. Actually it was worse. After an hour of lying there together, Wonyoung ended up grinding her butt against your hard cock and letting you come all over her. Of course, she never took off her panties, but that didn’t change the fact that you’d rubbed yourself against your sister and come on her butt.
Unfortunately for you, that ended up costing you twenty dollars and having to tell your parents that you’d be accompanying your sister to a party she wasn’t allowed to go to alone. Naturally, you never actually went to that party; all you had to do was drop her off about two blocks from the venue and then go pick her up.
Right now, you were sucking on your sister’s toes while she used her other foot to stroke your erection. Instinctively, you held the foot in your mouth with one hand while using the other to pull down your sweatpants and underwear, freeing your penis.
“Hheee! Pervert.” Your sister teased you, but she still placed her foot back on your crotch, this time resting it directly on your bare cock. You sighed as you felt the contact of her skin against yours.
Showing great expertise in what she was doing, Wonyoung trapped the tip of your cock between her toes and began jerking you off. She slowly stroked you up and down while playing with the tip. The pressure of her foot against your throbbing cock felt glorious right now, it was exactly what you needed. That, and finishing up the cleaning, but the latter could wait a few more minutes. Now all that consumed your mind was how your younger sister was jerking you off using her foot.
Of course it was twisted and wrong, but there was nothing you could do about it. It’s not like you really wanted to do anything about the control your sister had over you, either. But the spoiled brat had her charm, and you didn’t really mind letting her do whatever she wanted if she rewarded you like that. Or at least you didn’t mind while she was jerking you off; afterward, you always felt immense remorse for what you’d done. She didn’t seem to care, just like everything else in life.
Your sister kept moving her foot over your cock, applying pressure to your throbbing erection. You couldn’t stop sucking on her toes and caressing her foot; you wanted to feel as much of her as you could before this fleeting encounter ended with the inevitable, something you could already feel approaching.
She never said anything about it, never teased you about it, even though she could have easily done so, but Wonyoung always made you come so fast. When you jerked off, it took you a long time to come, but when she used her feet to pleasure you, you only lasted a few minutes, and that was it. You were embarrassed to admit it, even though you knew perfectly well that your sister was one of the hottest women you knew, you knew everyone wanted to fuck her. Maybe that’s exactly why you were embarrassed, because you had those impure thoughts about your younger sister.
Then the inevitable happened, what she was after and what you were trying to delay. Finally, your sister managed to make you come. You let out a pathetic moan that was muffled by her foot in your mouth, as your balls emptied and you spilled your cum onto your sister’s foot. She didn’t stop jerking you off; on the contrary, she made sure to squeeze out every last drop of cum. She only stopped when she was sure there was nothing left to milk out.
“Hahaha, you're so dirty and perverted,” your sister said, pulling her foot out of your mouth. “Look what you've done to your little sister.” Blushing and missing the taste and texture of her foot in your mouth, you looked at the result of all this. Her other foot was covered in a thick layer of your semen, your own hot, white semen, which covered almost her entire foot. It was a wonderful sight; you wished you could grab your phone and take a picture so you’d never forget that moment. Even though you felt a little guilty for doing that to your little sister’s foot.
“Now I’ll have to go clean up. Too bad I won’t be able to help you clean up.” Without another word, Wonyoung got up from the couch and walked cheerfully toward her room, leaving you there alone, feeling dirty and used. Your sister had played her cards very well, and now, because of your stupidity, you’d have to finish tidying up on your own. But maybe it was all worth it just to be able to do dirty things with feet as beautiful and perfect as your sister’s.
Your cock sprang to life once again as you recalled what had just happened, how wonderful her foot looked, covered in your cum. Maybe one more jerk-off before you went back to cleaning wouldn’t hurt.
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ELEGIES to forget all these metaphors for fucking
read on fanprose (better dividers)
7k words
sohyun x male reader
Your coffee, she says. Sliding it to you.
Spat in?
Of course.
And it's flawless, because she makes it flawless - which is the true cruelty of it.
You reply: for the record, I poison the food, trace amounts, bioaccumulative. you'll go quietly in your sleep the week before you become partner, and i'll be left to grieve into your half of a security deposit
we are never seeing that deposit again because you put your fist through the drywall demonstrating a rear naked choke
You said you felt unsafe walking to the subway
I feel unsafe walking to the kitchen, thank you very much. She turns a page she was reading - now drink your spit.
Gladly
You'd had this apartment since you were both broke - instant-noodle broke, splitting one metrocard broke, the sort of broke that's almost fun in the rearview because you survived it by the skin of your teeth.
Now she bills more in an hour than the rent. You do something with capital you've stopped trying to explain at parties - rather, take a middle distance, talk about all the publishing companies you've sponsored. exclaim books aren't dead after all! [1]
[1] of course, the irony of it is that they are, kind of dead
The radiator finds a new place to leak everyday, the second bathroom is a closet on account of all the pipe failures - and you have to pass by her bedroom to go to the bathroom. You'll take your grim - as she says - 4-in-1 facial cleanser, moisturizer, toner, window cleaner beside her 70 products to - as she says, to look like a porcelain cup. Either of you could leave tomorrow. But you don't.
I'm making you a tinder profile you say, taking her phone off the counter, sliding in the code to her phone.
I don't need a profile
You need a life. Or, at minimum, an orgasm that isn't self-induced.
She scoffs at the answer, still focused on the book -
You read aloud what you type in: emotionally available between the hours of never and also never.
Keep going. I'm aroused.
Lawyer, with three working holes
She sets the book down - this is how you know you've drawn blood - give me the phone
Make me
You had reserved a restaurant for the two of you, this new restaurant that was supposed to be great according to 15 google reviews who probably were the owner's extended family - doing their due diligence to make sure that this specific child doesn't become the family disappointment.
As always, the food comes out less than satisfactory; all the dishes are doused in butter; and the salad section was the most calorically dense section of the menu. You whisper about how much better you can make each of these dishes back home - and she'll agree, for once:
You ruined restaurants for me. I used to enjoy being disappointed by the $20 millennial man-bun burger. Now there's a douchebag at home who makes a great burger.
my pleasure with a smile.
She's scrolling tinder, still scrolling ever since the morning. Look at this, look at what's available to me. This one opened with the word 'yes'.
Atleast he's confident about it.
Oh please... she sighs, and this one wanted to know - whether i would rather have one thumb for a tongue or a tongue on every finger.
What did you land on. I think the tongue on every finger -
Nothing! It's so impractical, i'd rather think about - i don't know, vigorously masturbating.
You choke on some food you were actively chewing on, and she giggles - of course she does - and this one spelled 'pussy' wrong, this one wrote 'wyd 2nite' and I just have to scoff - how lazy do you have to be. It is ONE keystroke. T-O.
She drops the phone facedown, Who raised these men. Who looked at a child and thought: i will release this, unfinished, into the apps.
You'd know more about raising them, if you'd dated more than one person since the Pleistocene.
Atleast I committed, you - you just find anybody to fuck around with. She points at you, still chewing the complimentary bread - there was that one with the lululemon workout gear, said that's her sexpertise - she mimics a gag - then the DJ. The other DJ. Then I think there was another fucking DJ. I just genuinely -
Respect the hustle, Sohyun.
Respect the hustle? Your dick has commitment issues.
You laugh, and she's laughing too, the helpless one she hates, hand over her mouth, a soft cackle, perfect, uneven teeth showing - and you pay before she can fight you about it.
There's a dress shop two blocks down, on the way back to your apartment - and there's a green dress of something very expensive, to which she slows just a tad for -
You: Try it.
No thanks. It's ten thousand dollars with a tag.
So is everything you own. And then, you can't help it, it's right there - you lower your voice into something oily, shriveled, all menace, Let your uncle get it for you.
Absolutely not, strike it from the record
Uncle's had a very good quarter sweetheart. You pat a pocket. Uncle wants to see you in the green one.
I will call the actual police, I will have you locked up in maximum security - but, that laugh, she can't help herself, laughing into her hand - ...does uncle want to come in - watch me try it?
And for once, neither of you has the line to pull back.
...That got away from us, you manage, like something's lodged in your throat
That got away from you. She says. Buy me the dress, uncle. I've earned it.
Of course. You buy it.
The weekend arrives with the both of you brushing in the same bathroom, the only usable bathroom. She gargles, lets the foam clear away before slotting a length of floss between her teeth - By the way, I've a date today
With a... functioning human being?
His name is Mark. He used a semicolon correctly, nearly proposed on the spot.
So he's unemployed
He's a structural engineer, building the finest bridges.
Man who builds bridges and stays punctual - sounds like you matched with linkedin premium.
He's nice. Two long relationships, both ending kindly. Tips like he's apologizing for capitalism.
...So a serial killer?
He's just nice, man. She moves to throw the length of loss away.
Nobody's just nice. 4 months later the neighbors will find the crawlspace. You amble a comb through your hair. and then, I'll say I told you so.
She presses an index finger into your gut and you reflexively jolt - save this barking for later, uncle.
You move into the living room, waiting for Sohyun to get ready. You didn't get to see her in a green dress yet -
Uncle, I'm ready. She says, behind the door.
This uncle bit is getting old, Sohy - She comes out, the green dress skims her curves, the v-neck that presses her cleavage together, gleaming hair, glowing skin, plump lips -
Eyes up here mister.
Right. Get a hold of yourself - yeah, it looks great. Like, I don't know, it's like an accidentally sexy librarian.
Your eyes are fixed to my cleavage, I'm not even sure if you got the full view.
You did, you definitely did. This is, without a doubt, the hottest woman you've ever seen.
Now, help me zip up this thing.
There's the long bare reach of her back, you drag it up slowly, the zipper is small and your hands are big and you don't want to waste a moment of counting all the moles on her back.
I'm sorry but there won't be a person left in this city who hasn't looked down the front of that dress you say, pulling the zipper by parts.
Here I was, hoping the one exception was you.
Afraid not. You move some hairs away from her nape to get the zipper fully closed.
And she turns again, the dress comes out even more pressed to her curves, and that v-neck, god almighty. She steps into the heels -
I'm picturing it, you - a human - and this... linkedin premium.
God please no
I'm picturing it - two barbie dolls in the dark, knocking smooth plastic parts together. You say, vulgarity be damned.
Please stop talking - a familiar twitch to her mouth, god what you would do to continue living with her.
He won't get anywhere regardless, you add, holding out her coat unasked. Ten years with one man, a year of nothing since: there are cobwebs in there.
You know what's charming about the women you date? she says, taking the coat. How they all vanish after exactly one dinner. Like you're running a very tidy little murder operation
You know what's charming about the men you date? They don't exist. Mark is the first confirmed sighting. That's a million dollar sighting. Rarer than bigfoot.
Mark exists.
We'll see if he survives contact. Go easy on him, castrator
Don't need to go easy, dahmer. He's structurally sound. She slings a bag over her shoulder. Dont wait up.
You wait up, badly: lights off, a finance newsletter open on your phone that you're not reading, slouching on the couch like a man who is definitely not watching the door, ambling away the scalding minutes.
The lock turns at around eight PM. She comes in on the green dress and a drunk smile -
So, you say
So. She drops her shoes
How was Marco
Mark - she says, with emphasis - was wonderful.
And something about it feels wrong. Like swallowing something that's whole, cratering its path through your esophagus. Wonderful how, be specific, treat it as a deposition.
He's funny, actually funny, she pads into the kitchen, where you've already moved, filling two glasses of wine - we didn't stop talking. Three whole hours of talking, they flipped the chairs onto the tables around us.
Insufferable
There's a second date, a sip from the wine, a gentle smile on her. You wouldn't know the feeling.
Conversation's never been my deliverable.
No. I've seen your deliverable. It leaves before the coffee and changes its phone number
It leaves satisfied, you gesture, A courtesy Mark may never trouble you with
She hops up onto the counter, legs swinging in a gentle rhythm. And that dress - your dress, your genuinely terrible idea - pressed high to her thigh, all pretense of hem gone, riding clean all the way to the upper -
You'd buy it anyway. You'd buy it on leverage you don't have -
Oh please, monk of the orgasm temple. She scoffs. "Satisfied." Then tips her head, lowers the lashes, entering this little play that she imagines your women sing: I see you across the bar and - gosh (this emphasis on the trashiest possible gosh) - you really want me to put my tongue there!? I've never done that before. Sweet as a song. Does that play? On the book-illiterate?
Devastatingly so, you say. You should audition to be one of these... book-illiterates. I'm always casting.
No thanks. I've got a second date to look forward to.
Do you even get to the regular stuff, you ask, or do you have to bury the body first?
Now - she aims the empty glass at your sternum - you're trying to get me worked up.
You retrieve the glass, but up close she's all wine-warmth, hot perfume, the gentle trace of another man's cologne, and your body, traitorous as it is, gets worked up.
Oh my god. she says, looking down, radiant, with a ticking-time-bomb of a laugh - is that what I think it is?
Quickly, try to play it off - Don't flatter yourself, I was outside for a while and walked past alot of women - and she catches the lie like it's nothing, scoffing: You walked past, maybe, a leaking radiator.
The radiator's been forward lately. I haven't wanted to make it weird.
Should've seen it sooner, looks like we're arranging the date soon for the radiator fucker, she rules.
Oh, but I'm shy - an awful pitch to your voice.
And there's this soft silence, like nothing's wrong in the world - and Sohyun's grinning at you, wine marking her lips a tad darker, like you could just -
She tilts her head, openly appraising - I've always had a soft spot, she murmurs, for the small and the weak.
There's nothing small about me
You bring your dick up an awful lot. She slides off the counter and lands close. I wonder what that means.
It means you keep looking. I knew you would.
I wanted a visual, she says, It'll be giving me nightmares for weeks, thank you very much.
And then nothing's said. Kitchen too small, this green dress too close, the fact that you've got a hard-on to her and she... Fucking. Knows.
Goodnight, Dahmer she brushes past - because she has never once let you have the last move - and goes down the hall to her bedroom
And you're fine.
Completely fucking fine.
A month passes, Mark, the angel Sohyun's in love with has her busy on the weekends, letting her experience the city for what it's worth, letting her live a life she's missed out on for years.
He texts you on a Tuesday. Apparently I've been dating your roommate a month and never once bought her roommate a drink. Let me fix that - Friday? Sohyun's in, obviously.
You go to hate him - an agenda that Sohyun is already aware of. They're already there in the corner booth, two of them sitting next to eachother - and Mark rises to shake your hand. Tall and good-looking, how cliche - like he's never been escorted out of a holiday party by the shoulders.
You came. Mark says. Sohyun bet me twenty you'd bail.
I should have. I had a flawless evening of resenting you from across the city already booked. You slide in across from them.
So, you say. Bridges, tell me about the one that collapsed. The bodies, all the bodies.
None of mine have collapsed
That you know of.
He won an award, Sohyun interjected.
An award for a bridge that hasnt failed yet - committee's bold then. Waitress brings a beer, foam leaking at the top, and you take a sip - Personally, cantilevers - I say as a layman - overrated.
Overrated how. He gives a pleasant smile
The general load -
You don't know what a cantilever is.
I know it's a kind of bridge
It's mostly a kind of shelf. And he's kind about it, which is just unsufferable. You just came to find something wrong with me.
A felony. An ugly walk. An ugly way of chewing. Maybe you cheer for Arsenal. You reply, suavely.
Sorry to disappoint.
It's enraging. I keep waiting for you to mention the women in the well.
No well, he mock-sighs. HOA's strict.
It's the moment you tip - Has she told you what she actually does? She castrates men for a living. It's all framed back home.
And Sohyun - careful all night, porcelain-beautiful, hair curled to perfection - It's family law, castration for itemization. There's a huge difference.
Then she adds: Don't let him do the wounded act by the way. He's a "venture capitalist" and calls it a vocation.
I also keep a few dying publishers as pets, you tell Mark.
Sohyun, not missing a beat, There's a working theory. I won't bore you with the evidence but it has to do with organs.
There's no evidence. You point at her, then finally finishing the rest of the beer. It's all gone, mysteriously.
Mark interjects: They're not dying, though, the publishers. A little lost.
Oh, they're dying, you and Sohyun say, at the same time, in almost the same key - the both of you laugh.
That's the first time you feel him fall behind. He laughs too - but it's lagged, late.
You always look like you're one step off a knife fight, she tells you.
I'm delighted to be here, actually. Means I'm not off evicting some single mother from a shelter.
That was an accident.
Hmm.
There was a - Mark starts. - a shelter?
Long story, you and she say, in unison, and don't tell it.
He sits back a little.
You mention you came straight up from the office and she says she didn't realize they let people jaunt back and forth over the River Styx[2] like that, and you say there's a small toll, it's all very very very civilized, and Mark says the cross-town traffic this time of night is honestly murder -
[2] Sohyun's foul mouth comes up with a brilliant joke: that you are dead, but you still walk back and forth over the River Styx, which is the boundary from the living world and the underworld in greek mythology. Curse her!
and hears himself, and stops. Lays an arm along the booth behind her, losing the ability to time himself, and just watches. Like this girl was nothing like what he was looking at, something nearer to wonder, a man at the aquarium glass.
She laughs, turning mid-laugh to bring him in, asking isn't this funny, and finds him already looking at her, gone soft and far off, and the laugh snags in her throat.
Mark calls for the check - On me. Least I can do. For the floor show.
Laying -
drunk off my tits
the wine we spilt painting the ground
there's a barrier that jives around his warm face
And I notice then, you could
ruin my life
Chapter 2:
A day later,
You get home, you spot a bottle of something brown open, shining on the island. You're good at connecting dots. There were peonies scattered on the floor (Mark is the one to end things with flowers, pleasant as always).
And she's drunk enough to reach for the old shtick. So. Who's the lucky sixty-nine-year-old you've been ruining lately?
My aunt.
Your aunt's dead.
Which would explain why she's been so pleasantly quiet in bed.
She laughs, then she stares at the open window, ruminating:
I had someone. He left his contacts wilted on the bathroom counter, fossilized into half-globes. I'd come home and want to hear about his day - I mean I really wanted to, almost fetishistic, kiss what was left of the razor burn on his neck. He made the worst scrambled eggs. Rubbery, every morning, and I ate them every time. She turns around: ten years of rubber eggs.
What about you, she asks.
I had a woman. You take a sip of the brown she was drinking. She used to argue about the doneness of pancakes and then put her hands up my shirt and call the whole morning menial, and I'd ask: what purpose do we serve. The answer was always: I'm fine right here.
She sits, lets her head rest back against the cushion. Everyone wants somebody to understand their personality and their childhood and what each of those things has done to the other one. That's the scam of it. You show your pale underbelly, turn your ribs inside out, fashion your whole interiority for them and beg them closer, closer than that, even closer - and they get close enough, and then it's - they're already on the other side, and everything's over.
She picks up the bottle and sips. I feel like an alarm. Wailing. That's the humiliation of wanting. Capitalists fooled us into thinking wanting is shameless. Love takes you to shame two times over. 10 years. A scoff at the number.
You're not an alarm.
That's very funny. She stares past you, calculating the whole of you. A lawyer and a venture capitalist with Beckett on the shelf. He'd write us as two people in bins.
I once saw a pigeon on its back, she says. Alive but dying. It blinked at me, tire-smirched, blood-grizzled. I didn't do anything. I should've stepped on its brain. You know why that's sad? Pigeons know how to hurt but don't know how to sin. She drinks. I'm not sad about me. I get exactly what I deserve.
What do you deserve. You ask.
I don't know. Everything terrible. A man who makes bad eggs.
She's close enough now that you get the liquor and under it the her of her, the scalp, the skin, and you think of the skyscraper poem your ex wrote: how we overextend our necks staring at something enormous, like those mornings when someone's still asleep and their face is so calm and wantless and they're not even being a person yet and they're so perfect you want you want you want.
Do we ask the earth for permission? she says. Do we? There are little arachnids living on our eyelashes right now, clearing our pores and mating under the full moon, and their whole lives depend on us, and they never asked and we never asked - do, we, as arachnids, need permission from our earth?
No.
You press a hot hand to her stocking-clad thigh. She presses a flat hand to your chest, slips a whole hand in between the buttons of your shirt, spreads her fingers over the heartbeat.
Do you feel that, you say. Do you feel what you're doing to me.
You hold her hand there until the urge to kiss the fingertips wins - pen-worn hand, redness at the tips from gripping the legal pad all day, nails short and practical. You lift it, kiss one fingertip, and she makes a sound, this small mewl, and leans forward, mouth to your chest through the shirt, your neck, your jaw. You hold still. If you move you'll move wrong. You'll break whatever calculus she's built in her head to let this happen.
How am I supposed to not want you, you say.
What's the difference between you and other men. They're all horrible.
I'm horrible. But I'm here.
Don't be full of yourself. She pulls you in by the tie. You're preposterous
Her fingertips find a piece of twine protruding from a button and incise it. Your mouth on her shoulder. Her spine under your palm. The heft of her hair hooked left, more kisses, the tendon on her neck, the jaw, her mouth again, and she pulled you by the the tie, left and right, kissing whatever remained unkissed - a gesture so old, as old as the grandmother who named an ocean on her grandfather's wrist, who kissed each knuckle, who drew an island into his palm and told him which parts they would share and which they would leave alone - the open brown, the Francis Bacon print on the wall, and to think of her holding you down tugged up the wire of every species on this earth, not the electric inventions, something bigger, a fevered movement across the world, all the trees at once turning dewy -
nothing else matters at all.
stomach-churning pulses grinding through your intestines - and she's between your legs, pressing your legs apart, pulls off her dress shirt, her skirt, all that's remaining: nude bra and panties.
There's a soft unsteadiness in her, the alcohol, the need, the want all combining into this weak-knee'd unsteadiness - you hold her smallest fingers, steady her.
Did you jerk off thinking about me? she asks.
All the fucking time.
She smirks, sinking to her knees, hands bracketing the heat of your thighs. Her hands twist into your trousers.
I want to taste you, the weight of you on my tongue, the stretch. The heat of your cock.
She gently pulls down your trousers all the way, hands tracing the heat of your thighs - ignoring the obvious, the trapped heat.
She reaches up, still kneeling, finds the first button of your shirt, let's a hand go under to feel your warm abs as she unbuttons with one.
Did you do this with Mark, you say.
A smile on her - No, no I didn't. Are you glad?
You sigh with relief -
She grins, splays a hand on your chest, all the buttons off, the heartbeats -
do you feel it Sohyun - do you fucking feel it - you're driving me insane.
She takes a deep breath, breathing you in, the cologne melting off with your sweat, and you dot kisses on her scalp - that flowery shampoo, that smell that's hers, distinctively.
She's easing the lid open on you, finding the kinks in the armor. dotting kisses on your pecs, sitting up, still on her knees, pressing her fingers into soft spots and hard spots alike. She runs her palms down your thighs, closer to your cock, back up again.
You pull her hand into you, hand on her cheek, tilting her head up and pressing your lips onto hers, tonguing at her. Retaliation beckons: she palms your cock, rubs her palm over the heat, working the thin fabric for all it's worth.
She leans forward as she curls fingers over the band of your boxers, kissing the V of your waist, and she trails lower, closer to the heat. And you're pulsing, barely keeping it together and she lets your cock rest next to her neck -
it's so fucking hot
I know, please. you barely let out
please what?
stop fighting me, you're torturing me.
She presses a kiss on the first thick inch she sees:
You're granting me all this control - second inch, fingers curling on the base of your cock. kissing the inches, all the way - and the fingers - wrapped all the way around the thick of it.
it's hard to even close around it. And she's almost relieved.
It's hard to breathe, do you tell her that? Do you tell her that she's ruining you with just her hand staying static around your cock? That her little kisses are already taking you to that extreme?
You're twitching. A venom to her voice.
What do you want? your hands turning white gripping the couch.
I want you to fuck me. fuck my throat, turn me into a whore. I've all this control and it disgusts me.
But before you could process any of it, the sickening thrill of it: she grips harder, lets you throb in her hand, the burn of your cock; and leans forward, dragging her tongue flatly from base to tip in a wet line.
Your thighs tick forward.
And she mewls: I want more of that
She shifts higher, brings her mouth to the head of your cock and lets saliva drip along her tongue.
Pushing, letting it glance unevenly over the head - she flattens her tongue again, drags it over your cock, drags her fingers oh so soft. All this slick, the twist of her wrist, the second hand now closing in around the head of your cock, fist curving tighter over the sensitivity as it slips through all her spit.
And you're losing it: she's turning her wrist near the top, letting it meld into her soft tongue, letting your thick cock hit her tongue once or twice then not again and you can't fucking take it:
please
what?
please - what more can you say? She's trying to end you and it's all self-fulfilling.
you dig your palms into your eyes trying to process, you're already on the edge, twitching, weeping pre-cum onto her tongue and she's taking it all like it's everything to her. like the tears of weeping angels.
Another hip twitch -
this salty-sweet tang of your precum, you're so adorable. And she drags both fists up, spreading the remaining precum all over your cock -
Her mouth connects, sucking hard at the head, gripping tigher with her hands, lips stretched, mouth wide, as she sucks and tries to swallow more of you.
She pops off gently, getting breaths in, letting your weeping corded cock rest on her red-hot lips, before swallowing you back down, all the way until the head of yours bumps the back of her throat.
Relaxes - enough to breathe just a little, your cock still taking space in her throat - pulls your hand all the way to her hair, letting it entangle.
Sohyun's spit-slick, hand lands on top of your hand. And she presses down, like demonstration -
but you yank back, and a girlish yelp leaves her -
You finally coil enough power to get a turn. You pull her up by her armpits - and how light she is, like a fucking doll - you rip the stockings underneath her skirt, let two thick veiny fingers enter her sopping wet pussy.
clit rolling against your rough palm, the wet satin of her panties barely there.
And you scrape your teeth over her neck, sucking a mark onto her, as she bounces desperately over your fingers.
such a little thing, locking her waist into you as you push your fingers even deeper. two fingers trying to tear off her bra. two breasts pressed to your face, a nipple in your mouth.
made to fit me.
Cunt squelching on your palm, head dropping back. And you're sick with it, pulling her underwear to the side to watch her cunt weeping on your fingers.
Kissing all over chest, marking her up with your mouth.
On the bed, you think, sink inside her -
but you grab your cock anyway, dragging your head along the slippery pink of her pussy, and Sohyun moans - all sorts of needy that makes your cock throb, weep outside her.
sink on me, princess.
She sinks, forehead pressed to yours, and she's trying -
Feeling her, the wet and slick and tight - the spasm of her cunt, the clench, the leak of her arousal down your veiny cock.
You're fucking her raw, without a condom, rutting up into her, again and again, and she pushes back gently, trying to find a pace that doesn't utterly ruin her and you're chasing her, fucking her deeper, ruining her little pussy.
Until she presses a soft hand to your shoulder, leaning back, face flushed, nipples pink and hard, stomach tensed.
Stare at her - how fucking ruined she is: swollen lips from sucking your cock like it was made for her, sweat beading down her forehead - god is the sweat running down her face. You kiss the salt-worked forehead - a moment of softness.
Then she rolls gently, slipping a hand between her legs, past your thumb resting on her clit, onto the soaking mess of her, that hot pink mess that she's responsible for -
let me hear you, you growl, to her collar, kissing the blooming hickeys you left earlier.
grab at her hips, sit straighter, pull her into your body, let her wrap her hands around your shoulder - grasp at levity as this goddess is cock-drunk off you, still rolling, offering her clit to your thumb.
And she pants.
Clinging onto you.
letting her sopping cunt cling onto you like this was fucking prophecy - it's hot - sweat beading along your back, between your bodies, sticky - the wet noise of her cunt being excavated by a cock a smidge too large.
You're both close, these petty uncoordinated movements making the orgasm closer - sensitivities reaching an opus - only these little shifts of her hips - the urge to stretch this moment for as long as possible
And only then: the quietest orgasm, stuck to the top of her breasts, barely hanging in there, her waist locked between your thick forearms, cum spreading, filling in whatever was left between you.
poems for fucking:
romantic walks up your arm with my lips
dinner on your collarbones, a bottle of wine paper bagged
somewhere on your ribs
I want to see your city, and by don't take me home just yet
I really mean:
Let's share a whiskey, take the train over your city, spot the pennies lodged between the pavement - let's make sure every part of your skin's been kiss-bitten
and that'll take us a while
and if it means anything at all,
putting a stamp upside-down means I love you
and I would turn over every post office in the world
just to show you how much I care.
You wake to the cold half of the bed, and the rest of it makes a grim kind of sense: she's gone. Most of her stuff is still here, her shoes, but her daily shoes - gone.
You call, and it rings and rings until the call cancels - you text and the delivered stays there.
It's a Saturday. There's nowhere a person needs to be on a Saturday - but she's a workaholic - and the dots connect: you drive to her firm.
The weekend guard waves you up on account of being acquainted with Sohyun. And you get to the floor where she's usually working, and there she was, through the glass - neat-clothed, glasses on her, working hard on a case you'd never understand.
She looks up and clocks you, immediately bolting to the men's restroom - not toward the elevators or the stairs. And you go in after her -
Sohyun. I just want to talk
God, listen to you. "I just want to talk" Do you have any idea how many women have said that to your back while you looked for your shoes?
Yes. I'm aware of the irony, it's why I'm standing inside your firm at eight a.m instead of pretending you don't exist.
There's nothing to talk about. We were drunk, it was -
There was a shuffle outside the door - an employee? - but before you could look back, she pulled you by your tie into one of the stalls.
And you were dangerously close to her, her face, this face you've been in love with since forever. The one face that you cannot imagine living without - Listen, you try to say -
and she's off the tiles, fist in your tie, pulling you down, kissing you. Shut up.
You take her face in both hands, gently, and hold her back just far enough that the kiss can't keep doing the talking.
I'm not leaving. I'm going to be the worst thing that ever happened to your avoidance. Kiss me to keep me quiet all you like. I'll enjoy it, I'll still be here when you open your eyes.
Her hands press against your shirt, head pressed to your sternum. She stays there for a moment.
Starts kneeling -
Sohyun. You catch her hands. You dont have to -
I know. She looks up, Let me.
The Castrator, who has never once knelt to a man in her life, lowering herself to the tile of the worst room in the building.
You put a hand in her hair, to hold. The dots connect.
Daddy, she mewls.
Hands in your lap.
There's no sympathy for her. You're in this cramped bathroom with her, your groin pushed up to her face, and all she can say is: Daddy.
Open your mouth
Through the small opening in her mouth, you slot in a finger, trace the lower lip and upper lip - gather spit from the tip of her tongue to glaze her lips.
Wider. You say.
She's just sitting there, rubbing her thighs together - like she isn't so fucked and slippery in her underwear that just a small touch could make her cum - that you pressing a finger into her mouth - letting her throat close around that digit - wouldn't make her burst into decibels and let the whole town know that you are fucking her dumb.
She's staring at how you unbutton your pants. Button by button, all the way until your cock's out half-mast diagonal to her face and she's fucking drooling. Slowly moving forward and you pin her head to the wall of the bathroom stall.
How do you want this dick?
Like how you fucked all those other girls.
You think I'm not enjoying every moment with you? That day, we fucked like lovers. You cup her cheeks with one hand and her glazed lips point out duck-like. I'll show you what I like.
You bundle two fingers - index and ring - down her mouth, until her throat closes and she half-gags. Eyes fill with these tears and she tries to straighten herself. Fingers still down there, and it makes it hard for her breathe but -
She's fucking climaxing, barely keeping her hands on her lap. A breathless moan escapes her and you take this opportunity to let your fingers in deeper. Her chest jerks, a tear goes down her left cheek as your knuckles bump her teeth.
Roughly: good girl.
White-knuckled against her spit-trickled dress shirt that won her millions in lawsuits. Just then, you pull your fingers out, and she finally gets to swallow down.
You should be able to price anything. Be cutthroat about it, hedge your potential losses, then hedge on top of them - that's the only way to win. You've seen people go full-in, bet their futures on a life they so desperately deserve and by the end of it, they're lost souls, begging for the past. You thought it made you the only adult in the room. Then the day after that you came inside her and everything crumpled.
Your spit-slick fingers wrapped around your cock and you fisted it gently, just inches away from her mouth. She couldn't help but move forward, but you pin her head again and she's completely mindless - obeying any mechanic of hers that'll grant her a feather of stimulus. You tap your cock against her tongue. You could see the way her lips twitched to close, but she seemed to contextualize enough to know that anything that you didn't allow would be swiftly punished. And maybe now everything was dawning on her:
That you enjoyed sex with her rather than the opposite - that it's supposed to be as intimate as the day you came inside her.
Because this? This was heady, broken, and embarrassing - and all of it was happening in her own office bathroom that she shares with subordinates. One mistake and she's kicked off the ladder. And yet:
I want all of it. I want it. I want it.
You could see how her cloudy eyes mechanized - she was about to cum again - you let your tip on her tongue and she's already around the cycle again. You press the heft of your shaft into her mouth and push in gently. Push in gently because she already came, push in gently because you want to savor - for a few moments longer - how she crumples under you.
You're gentle with it, letting her set the pace, letting her get breaths between strokes. She anchors herself, and this control you give her makes her shiver - even the way her throat clenches when she goes too fucking deep.
She pulls back to breathe, a strand of saliva still connects your tip and her lower lip. And she's staring at the corded red-tipped shaft, speechless.
Stand up
She does, her skirt crumpled just a way's up. She's expectant, wanting something. But this wasn't a day for her wants.
You grab the waistbands of her panties and nylon, pull it down midway and her pussy's just glistening - all-pink, heady, musky, almost pulsing.
Hold your skirt up
And she does, further surrendering to your hand around her throat. And everything was a bit clearer:
You began fisting your spit-slick cock again, pointed down to her panties. Another embarrassing and heady position she can't seem to get enough of: Her eyes are full of will-you's and wants that she can't act on. You press a thumb over her pulse - grunting more hunch-backed trying to not spray your cum too early - and you tighten, tighten until she grips your forearms and loses her breath for just a second - then you release. There's this rush of inhales and exhales as she catches some air and you repeat the choke - until, just until, you press harder than you've done before - her legs going loose, eyes going to back of her head - and you cum all over her panties. Cloudy liquid dotting her skirt, the floor, the nylon , the front of her pussy, and all over the panties.
Fuck.
Is all she says, can say. You pin her jaw to the side so that she can't look at you, only the door, the cruel door that may open for a coworker - and you jolt closer, scooping a bit of your cum and letting two fingers enter her just then. And she's already climaxing, screaming in her own hand.
This is what happens when I do what I want.
Your nose is buried into her exposed throat and your fingers throttling her pussy. your callused hand scraping the hood of her clit, your hooked finger rubbing that spot that makes her legs splinter half-way. You take your fingers out and mash the front of her pussy with the heel of your palm before going into her again. She's rolling with how your cum-slicked fingers penetrate her.
Her body finally gives out and that's when you hug her, your fingers still slotted into her.
In truth, I can't fuck you the way I fucked these other girls. Your fingers finally slow their rolls. I want to enjoy my time with you, not treat you like trash.
And her reply, as best as it could be presented: a wet kiss, hands wrapped around you, grasping the hair behind your head.
Her kiss fluttered gently as you finally let her have one final climax.
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Chapter 1 - Beauty & The Beast with Ahyeon
Over the years, YG Entertainment's dungeon has acquired an infamous reputation. However, many people think its existence is just a metaphor.
But what if I told you the dungeon is pretty much real?
"Welcome to the dungeon, young lady," you say to Ahyeon as she enters it. This is the first time she has visited it, as she just turned 18 years old. "Thank you," she answers. "Are you excited?" you ask her. "Yes, but I'm a little nervous; I heard about the dungeon's reputation. I really wanted to try it, but the other girls have told me it's not an easy initiation," she says.
"Don't be afraid; get yourself comfortable. Today I'll teach you how to be a good girl," you tell Ahyeon, her eyes getting bright as she hears it. "Are you ready to be trained and become a good submissive girl?" you ask her. "Sure," she answers.
"Alright, then take off your clothes," you tell Ahyeon. The young beauty promptly obliges, getting herself naked. "Let me prepare you," you tell her as you see her beautiful, naked, young body for the first time.
You tie Ahyeon up with a rope, making sure her growing teen tits pop out. You put a vibrator close to her pussy and insert a mouth gag on her. Ahyeon's eyes jump up as she gets a little scared with the way you move. She can only see your shadow as you move to tie her into submission, since the room is quite dark.
"Baby monster, huh?" you ask Ahyeon as now she's completely tied up. "Today you'll be my baby, and I'll be your monster," you tell her. "Do you like being pleasured?" you then ask her. Ahyeon nods positively. "Are you willing to pay for it?" you keep asking, her answering with a yes. Soon, you turn the vibrator on, enjoying her moans muffled by the mouth gag.
You bring a whip and start hitting Ahyeon's body and turning her skin red. You can see the fear in her eyes as you hit her thighs, her back, her boobs, her ass, and her pussy, Ahyeon moaning in both pain and pleasure at each hit. "Your body is amazing," you say to her as you stop hitting Ahyeon, looking at her scared face and remaining silent, the only noises in the room coming from the vibrator and her moans.
You slowly pinch Ahyeon's nipples, making her moan a bit further. You keep touching her tits, enjoying playing with them, groping them at will. More whipping ensues; you are now targeting her boobs, Ahyeon's moans of pain getting louder under the mouth gag. "HMMMMMM," you can hear her scream.
The spanking only gets harder, Ahyeon's body turning completely red. You now move into her ass, enjoying hitting it hard. You move towards the table, grabbing a pair of clamps from it. "I see you like to have things in your mouth," you tease her, pointing to the mouth gag. "But you can have something much better than that," you continue. "Would you like to be facefucked?" you ask her.
Ahyeon nods and agrees with your asking as you make her look in your eyes. "Would you like this pretty throat getting fucked by a big dick? Is that what you like?" you ask her. She keeps answering positively. You ask again if she's willing to pay for it. You increase the speed of the vibrator as you clamp her nipples, pushing them down with the strong weight attached to it.
"Is that easy?" you ask Ahyeon, and she agrees, so you put an extra pair of clamps in her boobs. "Alright, that's good," you say. You grab her head, rotating her body as you take your cock out of your pants. You circle the tip around Ahyeon's mouth gag. "Keep those pretty eyes up," you command.
Ahyeon looks at you very scared. "If you do the things I said, I'll take those nipple clamps off," you blackmail her. "You just have to keep those eyes up," you tell her, circling the tip of your dick on her lips now. "You wanna taste that big fucking cock, don't you?" you ask Ahyeon. "Yes," she answers.
"Put your tongue out," you tell Ahyeon as your cock rubs on it. You slowly insert your cock in her mouth, slowly popping in and out of it as you take the nipple clamps off her. Ahyeon moans, enjoying as your cock gets deeper inside her pretty mouth. "Isn't that what you want?" you ask her.
You grab Ahyeon's hair and start fucking her face. She gags at first but quickly manages to adjust to your massive meat, even bobbing her head in its direction as she tries to take more of it. A string of saliva comes out of her mouth, you fully taking the clamps off her nipples, deeming her to have passed the test.
"Say thank you," you tell Ahyeon. "Thank you," she answers. "For what?" you ask her. "For stuffing that big fucking cock in my pretty little mouth," she replies. "Good girl, now open that mouth and beg for that cock," you tell her. "Please," Ahyeon says every time you pop your cock out of her mouth, giving her another good round of facefucking that makes her gag.
You push harder this time with Ahyeon, using her face like a fleshlight as you take your cock deeper and deeper in her warm young throat. "That's a special skill you've got there, baby, and you haven't even gotten the proper training," you tell her, pushing Ahyeon to the limit and shaping her to be the best cocksucker of her generation, your facefucking getting rougher and rougher.
"Please, please, fuck my face," Ahyeon begs and gets a good pounding in her mouth, choking on your cock to the fullest and almost losing her breath. "Please, please, I want more," she continues to beg. "Then keep your eyes open," you tell her, grabbing Ahyeon's head and making her deepthroat your cock.
"Incredible, you're gonna be a star soon," you praise Ahyeon's cocksucking skills. "Thank you," she says. "Good girl," you reply, enjoying the string of saliva coming out of your cock, her face getting covered in spit after a long, rough face-fucking session, the saliva getting all the way down to her belly as her pussy gets redder with the intense vibration down low.
"Are you ready to put that big cock in your tight little pussy?" you ask Ahyeon. "Yes, please, give it to me," she begs. You get down on the dungeon's floor, letting Ahyeon slowly sink her tight teen pussy down your pole. You give her clit a couple of hits with your whip as she moans with your cock getting inside her.
"Ride it," you command to Ahyeon as she starts bouncing as fast as she can on your cock. "Faster," you tell her, hitting her body with the whip as you enjoy her moans. "Stay all the way up; don't drop down it," you say as you order Ahyeon to stay on top of it, before spanking her and ordering her to keep riding it hard.
"I'm gonna ask you a couple of questions," you say to Ahyeon as she stops bouncing a bit before resuming her riding. "Let me see if you can be a submissive slut," you tell her, continuing the ride-and-spank session, now aiming for her nipples. "AHHHHH," she moans.
"I didn't say you could moan like that," you tell Ahyeon, punishing her as you pin a pair of clothespins in her nipples. "Sorry," she apologizes. "Now keep riding it," you command, Ahyeon obliging as you keep spanking her. "A good submissive slut must always listen to her master, be sexually avaliable and give him pleasure, do you undestand?" you ask her. "Yes, master," Ahyeon answers.
Ahyeon stops on top of your cock as you spank her clit. She moves faster than ever on your cock, yet the spanks only get hard. "I like that; the harder I spank you, the better you ride," you tell her. "That's what a good slut does: take every punishment her master hands to her for being a good slut," you say to her.
"AHHHHHH, AHHHHHH, AHHHHHH, AHHHHHH," Ahyeon loudly screams as she bounces hard on your cock. "Looks like you're asking to be punished. I said no screaming," you tell her, making Ahyeon stop her ride and toying with her nipples. "A good slut also needs to have some pace; you know how to ride, but all you know is how to go fast. You can take it slow too," you tell her, Ahyeon slowing down.
"Hard and deep, learn it; you can be fast riding too, but you need to take it hard and deep over anything," you tell Ahyeon. "Yes, sir," she answers. "Now take that fucking dick with all your strength," you command to her, spanking her body harder than ever as Ahyeon rides your cock like her life depends on it.
"FUCKKKKK," Ahyeon screams as she goes all-in, insanely bouncing on your cock to the point she loses the sights of her surroundings and exhausts herself. "Tell me what you learned from this exercise," you tell her. "I'VE GOTTA GO HARD, FAST, AND DEEP," she answers. "No," you tell her. "I learned to be a good submissive slut, sexually available and tolerant to all pain," she says. "That's what I wanted to hear," you reply.
"We have a couple more exercises to do; are you ready?" you ask Ahyeon. "Yes, always ready for my master," she answers. You bring a gym mattress for her to get on all fours. "Put your face down and ass up," you command. "Yes, sir," she answers. You start spanking her already, ass, this time with no whip needed, just your bare hands. You grab her cute little butt, looking at her incredibly tight pussy and tight asshole from up top.
"Relax," you say to Ahyeon as you keep spanking her. One of your spanks lands right on her clit, making her tremble. You circle your fingers inside her tight pussy. "This is one of the tiniest pussies I've ever taken on," you tell her, shoving your index finger deep inside it and giving it a little massage.
Ahyeon moans as you massage her pussy, enjoying your experienced hands hitting right at the perfect spots, making her body very sensitive as you start slowly fingering it. "Right there," you say. "What part of your pussy is this?" you ask her. "My g-spot?" Ahyeon asks. "Perfect," you tell her, stimulating Ahyeon right at her most sensitive spot. "Your body is telling me you like it a lot," you say to her. "Yes, I love it," Ahyeon says.
You keep stimulating Ahyeon's g-spot, her instantly jumping her body up as you pick up the pace. "OHHHHHHHHHH," she gives you long and hard moans. "Thank you for showing me where my g-spot is," she says.
"Now we are gonna show you where your cervix is once I hit it with my big dick," you say to Ahyeon. "But first, I'm gonna need you to beg for it," you continue. "Please, fuck me hard and deep with that big fucking dick," Ahyeon says. "Say it again," you tell her, Ahyeon repeating it as you rub your cock against her entrance before slowly inserting your full length in her pussy.
You grab Ahyeon's ass, taking it slow in her pussy at first. She queefs as your cock hits her G-spot, her asshole opening up with your cock going deep in her pussy. "AHHHHHHHH," she starts screaming as you finally start pushing hard, hitting all the way deep in her cervix. "AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH, UHHHHH," she continues to moan, you showing no mercy for her teen pussy, stretching it out to the fullest. You play with her asshole too, sticking your thumb inside it as you fuck Ahyeon's wonderful pink pussy.
Ahyeon starts blabbering as you fuck and spank her, a bunch of unintelligible words coming out of her mouth as she gets completely numb and dumb for your cock. "Please, have some mercy for my pussy," she tells you as you slow down a bit. "Do the work for me then," you tell her, Ahyeon obliging and moving her hips against your crotch. "That's what I want to see, long strokes on that cock, work those hips, I know you can do it," you tell her.
You grab Ahyeon's waist and push her body against your crotch. "I love the way you move those hips; you already bounce on my cock like a seasoned slut," you tell her, praising her skills. "Fuck, you've got so much potential; I haven't seen such a good slut at such a young age in maybe a decade," you tell her.
"Alright, you still need to pass one more test," you say to Ahyeon as you reinsert the gag in her mouth. "Say, Please use me, fuck my hole," you tell her. Ahyeon answers, the mouth gag muffling it as you tease her with a little rub of your tip on her clit, before a little popping in and out of her pussy.
Your cock slowly goes backside inside Ahyeon's pussy. "Look at me," you tell her, enjoying her soft moans as you fuck her pussy very slowly. "That's a good girl," you say to her, Ahyeon's moans getting more intense as you go deeper in her pussy. She looks at you with naughty eyes, getting sluttier with each thrust you give inside her.
"HMMMM, HMMMMM, HMMMMM," Aheyon loudly moans as you continue to attack her teen pink pussy. You can feel her walls clenching around your cock; you're ready to cum at any second. "Open your legs wide, show us your pretty little cunt," you tell her, Ahyeon promptly spreading her legs further for your cock.
"I wanna hear some filthy shit coming out of your mouth," you say to Ahyeon, taking the mouth gag off. "If you are a good girl, I'm gonna give you a nice reward for you to taste," you continue.
"I LOVE YOUR BIG COCK SO MUCH, I LOVE YOUR BIG COCK IN MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY, I JUST WANT YOU TO FUCK ME UNTIL YOU CUM, OH PLEASE, I LOVE YOUR DICK SO MUCH," Ahyeon screams as soon as her mouth is unblocked. "Yes, yes, give me more; your dick feels so good inside me," she begs as you continue to fuck her.
"Can I cum, master?" Ahyeon asks. "Yes, cum on that dick," you tell her. Ahyeon's pussy gets wetter and wetter, you moving her legs a little to the side and trying a different position as Ahyeon rolls her eyes. "I love your big cock, I love your big cock," she repeats. "OH FUCK," she screams, her pussy queefing as you push hard inside her.
"I want you to own that fucking cunt," Ahyeon begs as you put her under a mating press and choke her, slamming her body against the gym mat. "OHHH SHIT," Ahyeon screams as she gets utterly dominated, you using her like a fuckdoll and making her body shake. "OH YES, YES, YES," she screams, you fucking her like an animal and hitting her pretty face from all sides.
"Get down on your knees," you tell Ahyeon, who promptly obliges, as you hold your restraint to cum in her pussy. You stroke your cock against her pretty face, Ahyeon opening her mouth ready to receive your load. You take your cock in her mouth a couple of times, teasing her a bit. "Stick that tongue out," you command, stroking your dick hard and giving your balls for her to worship until you finally give her the rewards for being a good girl, dropping your milky cum right on her tongue for her to swallow.
"And that's what you get for being a good girl," you tell Ahyeon. "Thank you," she answers. "Now go downstairs to your dungeon cell because my next client is already coming," you tell her.
You guide Ahyeon to her cell, giving you a little spankings with your whip. "You did a great job," you tell her. Ahyeon gets locked inside her cell, looking at all the naughty drawings from the girls that went there before her and doing one of her own while you move upstairs for the next session, which will be with another young hot girl you can't wait to learn more about.
Chapter 2 - Young Oshiri with Asa
"Hello," Asa greets you as she arrives at the dungeon. "Welcome," you say to her. "Can I take a look at your beautiful body?" you ask her. Asa follows, showing it off for you, especially her pierced navel and her great ass, which will be the main course of your meal today.
"Come here," you tell Asa, taking her to a different room in the dungeon from the one you just fucked Ahyeon. The young Japanese girl follows you, looking at the massive equipment you reserved for her with scared eyes. "Damn, what are you gonna do to me?" you tell her. "You'll soon find out," you say to her.
"Put your head in there, get your face down and your ass up," you tell Asa, who follows your instructions as you trap Asa's arms and head in a wooden table with a few holes carved in it. "Damn, your ass is beautiful, better than what I expected," you say as you look at Asa's super small shorts that barely cover her big butt.
You start spanking Asa's ass, making her scream. "AHHHHHHH," she yells. Quickly, you pull her shorts down and smack her bare butt. "FUCK YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY, AHHHH," she screams as you torture her fat ass.
"Young Japanese asses, my favorite kind," you tell her. "I'm truly addicted to the oshiri," you say to Asa. You quickly prove your addiction for them as you rip Asa's panties with your bare hands, leaving her bare butt completely free of any obstruction that could hide the sights of her incredible ass. "Oh my God, look at those incredible holes," you say as you start spanking Asa around her pussy and asshole. "FUCK," Asa screams, but little does she know you're just starting.
You insert the cable of your whip inside Asa's butthole. "OH MY GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she asks, screaming. "Don't worry, I'm gonna put much thicker things up that ass today," you say to her as you keep tucking the cable up her ass. You then pull it out and start eating her asshole, tonguing deep into her tiny teen anus while you finger her clit. "AHHHHHH FUCK," she continues to scream.
"Open that ass for your master; I'm gonna teach you how to be a proper anal slut," you tell Asa, spanking her butt a few more times and making her scream. You shove your middle finger up her asshole. "Is that good, slut?" you ask her. "OH YEAH," she answers.
You keep spanking Asa's butt hard with a pair of whips while also targeting her feet too. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, FUCK," she keeps screaming. "I can't wait to put that cock inside that big Japanese butt," you tell her, pulling your pants down.
"Move your feet and play with my cock," you say to Asa, ordering her to give you a footjob even though she can't see anything except the dungeon of the floor. But she shows her strong spatial awareness, jerking off your shaft with her beautiful soles. "Good girl," you say, spanking her ass and putting a pair of fingers in her asshole, making her scream further.
"Keep playing with my cock, bitch," you tell Asa as she tries to keep jerking your cock off with her feet. You bring a pair of clamps and put them on her toes before hitting her ass a few more times with your whip. "You want me to fuck your ass?" you ask her. "Yes," Asa answers. "I don't hear you," you say. "YES," she screams.
"Please, please, fuck my ass," Asa begs as you continue to prepare her body to get sodomized. You cut her clothes off, exposing her perky tits too. "Oh my God, please fuck me," Asa keeps begging as you get ready to mount on top of her body and shove your cock deep in her asshole. "Oh my god, that's so tight," you say.
You pump Asa's butthole at a straight angle, making her get wet. "OH MY GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE" she screams as you stretch her tiny teen butthole out. Her screams suddenly get louder as you pick up your strongest pair of clamps and put them on her clit. "Now we're talking," you tell her.
"AHHHHHH, OH MY GOD!" Asa screams as she gets her ass destroyed and her clit hanging by those clamps. "You like that?" you ask her. "I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT," she answers as you increase the pace. "Your asshole is so tiny it tightens up as soon as I pull my cock out," you observe, leading you to make sure you stretch it out as hard as possible.
"Open that ass," you tell Asa, spitting in her butthole as you finally manage to build some gape in her butt. You really enjoy torturing that poor young thing as you grab a pair of batons and start giving her ass and her foot some electric shocks. "Oh, please, please," she begs, screaming.
"MERCY, MERCY," Asa begs after she takes a good round of electric shocks. You hit her body from top to bottom with your whip before getting back to fuck her ass like a raging bull, showcasing your domination over this young slut, destroying her ass the way it should be. "Such a great ass to fuck," you tell her.
You remove the clamps from Asa's clit, making her scream loudly as she's already extremely sensitive. "Look how fucking wet that pussy is, and I haven't even tried it yet," you say to her, rubbing the whip's cable on it and offering it for her to taste. You then hit her face a few times with the whip. "You like tasting that pussy, right?" you ask her. "I LOVE IT," she answers.
"Let's go to the next round," you tell Asa, trapping her body inside a holed box with openings for her head and her wide open legs and the front exposed to show her torso. You insert the same vibrator you used on Ahyeon through a hole, stimulating Asa's young pussy as you look at her. You hit her beautiful legs with your whip a few times before grabbing her hair. "You are too sensitive and scream too much. Are you ready for some sensitivity training?" you ask her. "Yes," she answers.
"Put your tongue out," you tell Asa, rubbing your cock all over her beautiful face, especially her lips and tongue. "You wanna suck that cock?" you ask her, Asa nodding positively. "You wanna what?" you ask her. "I wanna suck that big fat cock," she answers.
You tease Asa a bit. "Please, give it to me," Asa begs. "Come take it," you tell her, putting your cock just so she can move her neck trapped on the box as hard as possible just to suck it, Asa making a lot of effort. "You can't do better than that?" you mock her, jumping on top of the box and promptly fucking her face. "Oh my God, such a warm mouth," you say.
You pop your cock in and out of Asa's mouth. "Open your mouth; let me use it like a fucking fleshlight," you tell her, shoving your cock deeper and deeper in her throat. "See, you can do that," you tell her as Asa takes more and more of your cock. "Keep your head up," you command to Asa as you keep using her mouth, shoving your cock balls deep on it.
"I told you to keep your head up, but you didn't. Now I'm gonna punish you," you tell Asa, putting a pair of clamps on her nipples before connecting them to her mouth and using them as a stretcher. "Now I'm gonna show you how to properly take a cock in your mouth," you say to her, pounding Asa's stretched-out mouth until she gags.
"Did you like that?" you ask Asa. "Yes, sir," she answers. You add a pair of weights to her clamps, destroying her pretty young face just like you did to her asshole before, Asa closing her eyes and taking a massive pounding. "Don't fucking close it," you tell her, removing the clamps from her mouth and plugging them into her ears.
"You look so beautiful yet so stupid," you tell Asa. "But as long as I can fuck the shit out of you, I don't care," you tell Asa. She spits all over your cock. "That's good, gag on that dick," you tell her, finally removing her clamps. You turn her vibrator on and give her midriff some electric shocks. "AHHHH, PLEASE," she screams.
"OH FUCK," Asa screams as you increase the speed of the vibrator. You take advantage of her weakness and plow her mouth hard. "Spit on that cock, bitch," you say to her, before slapping your shaft in her face. "Suck that cock," you tell Asa, letting her bob her head on it.
"I'm so scared," Asa says as you show the electric shock batons in front of her face. "You don't have to be scared if you suck that cock," you tell her, giving a shock right in her cheeks. Asa is drenched down low, the vibrator wrecking her pussy down low while you wreck her mouth up top. "Are you cumming already?" you ask her as your cock is all over her mouth. "Close your eyes and suck it," you tell her, teasing her with a few more shocks before she finally cums thanks to them.
"AHHHHH," Asa screams when you put the shock baton in her body without even using it. "Why are you screaming? I didn't do anything," you tell her. "I think you're having too much fun," you say, turning off the vibrator. You really enjoy using her like a useless sex doll, spanking, choking, and fucking her. You sit on top of her face, offering your balls for her to worship, before fucking her face a couple more times.
"That was rough, but I think you've passed the test," you say to Asa, giving her a few more shocks and letting her cum one more time with an intense massage from the vibrator before freeing her from the box. "You look so pretty right now," you say as you prepare the wooden table for the next round, getting it in a standing position to put Asa's body trapped back on it.
"Are you good?" you ask Asa, pointing your cock in her face and making her kiss the tip of it. You bring a different table, stroking your cock against Asa's hands and then fucking her mouth, before slapping your cock in her face. "I love stroking that cock in those big hands," you tell her.
"Time to go to the other side," you tell Asa, spanking her ass nonstop with your bare hands. "AHHHHH," she screams. "Don't fucking move," you tell her as you keep hitting her butt. "OH MY GOD, FUCK," she screams. You finger her pussy, Asa reacting to your hard touch. "I told you not to move," you say.
"Do you want my cock?" you ask Asa. "Yes," she answers. "I don't hear you," you reply. "GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING COCK," she screams. "You want it in your butt or in your pussy?" you ask her. Asa doesn't give you an answer, so you just put it back in her ass. "Oh that feels good, that tight ass feels so fucking good, I love fucking that young japanese butt," you say, hearing Asa moan from the other side.
"Is that good?" you ask Asa as you spread her fat cheeks. "PLEASE, FUCK MY PUSSY TOO," she screams, begging. "Oh, you want it in your pussy too?" you ask her. "Then shake that ass for me," you tell her, switching from ass to pussy, enjoying her tight pink hole for the first time, giving it hard and deep thrusts. "You like that?" you ask her. "YES, I LOVE IT SO MUCH," she says.
"Keep your legs spread," you tell Asa as you continue to fuck her pussy. "You moved, stupid slut, so I'm gonna punish you with more fucking of that ass," you tell her, quickly switching holes. "I don't know which one I like more; both are so fucking tight," you say to Asa as you anally drill her.
"Such a fucking good slut, you're having a lot of fun with that cock in your butt, so I'm gonna fuck your pussy a little more," you say to Asa, switching back to her cunt. "OH MY GOD," she screams, the wooden structure making loud noises as you pound her pussy harder than ever. "There you go," you say, Asa moaning and ready to cum at any second.
"Come taste your fucking cum," you tell Asa, shoving your cock in her mouth so she can taste her pussy. You quickly use her spit to go back to her butt. "I just love that big ass you've got; it's so much better than I thought," you tell her, grabbing her butt hard and spreading her cheeks.
"Cum all over my fucking cock, you dirty young slut," you say as you pound Asa hard. "Let me feed you that fucking ass," you say, going back to the other side and taking your cock back in her mouth. "You love taking that ass in your mouth," you say as Asa deepthroats your cock to the fullest.
"One last test for you, slut," you tell Asa, tying her up against a gym mat with her legs fully spread. You put half a dozen clothespins in her nipples and a few more in her belly. "I love covering you with those pins," you tell Asa, your legs trembling. "You want me to fuck you a little more?" you ask her. "Yes, please," she begs.
You keep putting clothespins all over Asa's hot body, not sparing a single inch. "Are you ready for more cock?" you ask her, bringing back the vibrator and pointing it into her pussy, massaging her folds before you put your cock back in her asshole. "Look how tight you're getting," you say to Asa as you fuck her ass while massaging her clit.
"Show me how hard you can cum," you tell Asa, who just closes her eyes as you stimulate every inch of her body. "Oh my God, I'm gonna cum," she says, her legs trembling with your cock in her ass and your vibrator massaging her young cunt. "Don't stop, please; I love the way you fuck me like that, oh my God," Asa says, moaning.
"You're so sensitive; I love the way your pussy glows when I fuck your ass," you tell Asa, going even harder with the assfucking and the pussy vibration. "There you go, smash my cock inside that hole," you tell her. "Keep going, please don't stop," she begs you. "I'll keep going if you keep cumming all over that cock," you tell her.
"Oh yes, let lemme fuck that pussy too," you say, switching back to Asa's cunt and stimulating it both with your cock and the vibrator. "Fuck, that's so good," she moans as her walls clench all over your cock. "Yes, I fucking love it," you tell her. You keep teasing Asa, endlessly switching between her ass and her pussy. "Oh my God, that's so good," she moans. "Yes, my cock goes so easy inside your holes," you tell her.
"Where do you want me to cum?" you ask Asa. "Cum whatever you want; I'm your free-use, slutty toy," she answers. "That tight pussy is gonna make me cum at any second," you say to her. Surely the temptation to cum inside her is enticing as you pound her pussy harder than ever, but you like to show your subjects that you dominate them, painting them with your cum after a good round of fucking, and you do that to her too, pulling out of her pussy just in time to unload in her beautiful pierced midriff as you remove the clothespins from her body and admire it full of your cum.
"That was good," you tell Asa, fucking her pussy a couple more times after unloading in her tummy, before reaching inside it with your fingers and making her squirt, fisting your hand inside her mouth for her to taste. "Alright, now go to your cell upstairs; there is more to come," you tell her as she obliges.
Chapter 3 - My Two Slaves with Ahyeon, Asa
The next day comes, and the girls are still trapped in the dungeon. You check them from time to time, giving them a little bit of food and water just for them to survive. You're now fully horny, and so are the girls, as you get to Ahyeon's cell and can feel the smell of all the cum she wasted the night before.
"Hello, master," Ahyeon says. You bring some equipment to her cell, tying her up to the ceiling. You circle around her beautiful, aching body with your whip in your hands, touching it around her legs and pussy, putting some clamps on her nipples like usual. You put a heavy book in Aheyon's hands. "I want you to hold that while I fuck your pussy," you tell her.
"OH FUCK, FUCK," Ahyeon screams as you hit her with a whip. "Don't drop the book," you tell her. "Yes, Daddy," she answers as you hit her thighs and then her nipples before removing the clamps. "Shut up," you tell her, putting the gag back in her mouth just like the first time, you massaging her pussy as Ahyeon moans.
"Is the book too heavy for you? Do you prefer my cock?" you ask Ahyeon as you keep whipping her to the point she ends up dropping the book. "Oh, you dropped it," you say to her. "Now I'm gonna punish you, little young slut," you tell her, unzipping your pants and giving your cock for Ahyeon to touch.
You spank Ahyeon a few more times with the book before shoving your cock in her tight teen pussy. "I missed that pussy so much," you tell her, pounding it hard as you spank her ass. "OHHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH, FUCK," she screams, muffled by the mouth gag as you hit her g-spot and her cervix countless times. "Cum on my cock, slut," you tell her, pounding Ahyeon nonstop in her cell and making your balls clap against her cheek.
"FUUUUUUCK," Ahye. "Stay there, you can't cum yet," you tell her, putting the book back in her hands and whipping her body a little more. The young beauty screams as you hit her right in the pussy and then tease her by rubbing your cock in her entrance. You grab the book and slap it against her clit. "I'm gonna teach you to be a good slut," you tell her, getting behind Ahyeon and removing her mouth gag as you fuck her.
"Take that cock," you tell Ahyeon, going back to face her as you grab her head and fuck her face. She quickly answers, bobbing her head on your cock even with her body suspended. "Thank you, Daddy," she says. "Reach for that cock," you tell her, moving your cock outside her reach until she catches it and deep throats it.
Ahyeon keeps sucking your cock, lots of saliva coming out of her mouth. "Thank you, Daddy, for that cock," she says, savoring it to the fullest. "See how you can be a good, disciplined girl?" You praise Ahyeon's cocksucking skills before going back behind her and teasing her, rubbing your shaft against her entrance.
"You want more of that cock inside you?" you ask Ahyeon. "YES, DADDY, PLEASE," she begs as your tip rubs on her clit, and you slap her entrance. "Beg harder," you tell her. "PLEASE, DADDY, I WANT IT SO BAD, GIVE ME THAT COCK, AHHHHH, FUCKKK!" Ahyeon screams, you taking it hard and deep in her young pussy from the get-go, her getting drilled. "OH MY GODDDDDD, DADDY!" she screams, barely able to keep her balance.
You cover Ahyeon's mouth and choke her as you destroy her pussy. "You're being too loud," you tell her. "Ask my permission to cum; do you wanna cum?" you ask her. "YES, DADDY, PLEASE, LET ME CUM, FUCKKKKK,' I'M CUMMING," she screams as you spread her legs, fucking Ahyeon with her completely lifted in the air as she gets fucked while suspended.
"Let's make a deal," you tell Ahyeon. "Grab the book in your hand, and when you cum, you drop it," you say. "YES, DADDY," she answers. You keep fucking her pussy hard, fingering her clit. "Don't forget to ask," you tell her. "I WANNA CUM, DADDY, PLEASE," Ahyeon begs. "You wanna cum?" you ask her. "YESSSS," Ahyeon loudly screams, dropping the book as you pound her pussy like a madman. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she screams. "You did well on your lesson; now I have to check on my other slave," you tell her as you end the quickie session and leave Ahyeon's cell.
You knock out in Asa's dorm, her still sleeping as you arrive there. "Hello," she greets you again. "Looks like you were having a lot of fun with Ahyeon; I could hear her screaming all the way from here," Asa says. "How did you know I was fucking Ahyeon?" you ask her. "Well, I know how she sounds," she answers.
"I miss that ass," you tell Asa as you start spanking her butt. You give her some kisses and spank her tits too. "That butt is begging for some punishment," you tell Asa as you keep hitting her butt and turning it red in a snap.
"Face down, ass up, just like I taught you yesterday," you tell Asa. "Yes, sir," she says, doing it as you ask to get her ass beat like a drum at a very fast pace. "That ass is so nice to spank; I love the recoil," you tell her as you keep going.
"AHHHHH," Asa screams as you bring the electric shock baton back into play and start using it on her butt. "Don't move," you tell her, punishing Asa with more whipping in her ass as she ends up disobeying you. "I SAID DON'T MOVE, BITCH!" you say as Asa reacts instinctively, and you punish her with more electric shocks.
"I have something for you; just be a good girl," you tell Asa, spitting on her butthole and bringing the vibrator back into her pussy. "You like it a lot; you feel so relaxed when I use it in your pussy," you say to her. "Yes, sir," Asa answers.
"What do you prefer?" you ask Asa as you give her some electric shocks alongside the vibrator. "THE VIBRATOR," she answers as you point the baton right in her tight anal entrance. More vibrator massage follows. "Thank you, sir, that's so fucking good," she says. "Are you gonna cum without asking for my permission?" you ask Asa. "No sir, I promise, she answers. "CAN I CUM, PLEASE, AHHHHH?" she screams as you keep using the electric shock on her.
"Is that what you want, right?" you ask Asa as you rub your cock against her holes. "Yes, sir, please, I want more cock," she says. "So you want to have Ahyeon inside your ass?" you ask her. "Yes, please," she begs.
You tease Asa, slowly pushing more and more of your cock inside of her butthole before you grab her ass and start drilling her. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO FUCKING BIG," Asa moans as she gets anally pounded, still recovering from the drilling you gave her yesterday. "Keep going, bounce that ass on my cock," you tell her, letting Asa move her hips before you take full control.
Asa fingers her pussy hard and begs for your cock in it. "PLEASE, CAN I HAVE YOUR COCK IN IT?" she asks her. But you're all about her ass, fucking it nonstop. "Touch your pussy," you command her, Asa giggling as she gets her ass destroyed while touching herself. "I WANNA CUM, PLEASE, LET ME," Asa begs. "I WANNA CUM SO FUCKING BAD, PLEASE, GIVE IT TO ME!" she continues to beg as your hard ass-fucking continues, Asa putting her head up.
"I'M CUMMING," Asa screams as she squirts on the bedsheets. "Without my permission?" you ask her. "I'M SORRY, I COULDN'T RESIST," she screams, crying a little. "Then I'm gonna punish you tell her, pinching her nipples while she strokes your cock.
"I'm scared, sir, please, don't be too harsh," Asa begs you. "Are you scared about me?" you ask her, kissing Asa and giving her a little spank. You plug a pair of clamps on her nipples. "Keep stroking my cock," you tell her, grabbing the strings coming out of her nipples.
"Lay down, I want to fuck your throat," you tell Asa, who obliges. Your cock fits like a glove in her mouth as you admire her body while relentlessly pounding her pretty face, making her let out gagging sounds while you finger her pussy. "Yes, choke on that cock," you tell her, Asa willingly moving her head to meet your cock and getting her face ruined by the countless saliva coming out of it. She gets very messy, diving to lick your balls as well.
"You're having too much fun," you tell Asa, laying down the bed and spanking her ass with the whip while she sucks your cock, her taking it as deep as possible down her throat, you enjoying her gagging sounds. "You wanna sit on that cock?" you ask her. "Yes, sir, please," she answers, promptly sliding your wet in her ass and getting ready to ride it.
"Ride it harder," you tell Asa, giving her a couple of electric shocks in her belly as she starts to bounce on your dick. "YES SIR, AHHHH, she answers, moving as fast as she can but still getting the electric shocks anyway. "CAN I CUM ON IT, CAN I CUM ON IT, PLEASE?" Asa begs.
"No, you can't," you promptly answer her, grabbing Asa's legs and placing her under a full nelson. "Oh my God, yes, take it, take that ass, that's so good, please," she begs. You hand the vibrator to Asa, stimulating her pussy while you destroy her ass. She keeps begging you to cum. "Not yet," you tell her, enjoying the dominating anal fucking a little more.
"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, I CAN'T TAKE IT, I'M CUMMING," Asa screams as she gets stimulated from all sides, your cock in her ass and the vibrator in her cunt. "MORE, MORE, MORE," she begs. "You wanna cum again?" you now ask her. "YES PLEASE, YES PLEASE," she keeps begging. "Then cum, show me how much you love that cock," you tell her.
"Oh my God, your cock feels so fucking good in my ass, yes, yes, yes," Asa moans as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. "Ride it, earn it," you tell her, Asa bouncing hard on your cock. "AHHHHHH," she screams as you give some electric shock to her nipples. "OH YES, OH YES, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING," she screams, more electric shocks coming. You put her back in the full nelson, switching to her pussy this time. "YES, PUT IT IN THERE," she screams, her cunt getting drilled hard as she squeezes your cock.
You switch between Asa's pussy and ass, getting her ready to cum. "YES PLEASE, YES PLEASE, CAN I CUM?" Asa asks, Are you plowing her pussy hard in a pearly gates position now?" She is unable to resist the urge and squirting all over your cock, you grabbing her by the strings from her nipple clamps. "AHHHHH I'M CUMMING," she screams as you massage her tits and belly as she squirts. "Can I taste it, sir?" she asks, diving in your cock like crazy to taste her juices.
"Want to keep playing?" you ask Asa. "Yes," she answers. "Then go downstairs and bring me Ahyeon, then take her to the opposite room and start playing with her before I arrive," you command. "Yes, sir," Asa answers.
Asa takes Ahyeon out of her cell, following your orders and taking her to the room you asked her to. "So she was fucking you before I came in, and she told me I was first," Asa says to her groupmate. She then bends Ahyeon against a table, spanking her ass. "You want Daddy, you little cunt?" she asks. "AHHHHH," AHyeon screams as her friend spanks her ass.
Asa lowers Ahyeon's panties and starts fingering her pussy. "OH FUCKKKK," Ahyeon screams. "You like to be used like that?" Asa asks, kissing her and choking Ahyeon. "Touch that pussy for me," Asa says, spreading Ahyeon's ass while the youngster fingers herself. "Look at that pink pussy; is that where your daddy likes to shove his cock?" Asa asks her, putting a lot of fingers inside it.
"FUCKKKK," Ahyeon screams as Asa stretches her pussy lips. "I don't think Daddy is gonna like it that much when it's so fucking loose," she says, spitting inside Ahyeon's pussy. "Rub that little fucking cunt," Asa commands to her, shoving her ass in Ahyeon's pretty face for the youngster to eat.
"Does it smell like your daddy's cock in my ass? He just fucked it," Asa tells Ahyeon as she shakes her butt in her groupmate's face. "I want you to clean that fucking ass for me so it gets ready for him to fuck it again," Asa says before she kisses Ahyeon. "Your daddy's cock tastes so good in your lips," Asa tells her.
Asa and Ahyeon strip themselves naked as Asa continues to discipline her younger groupmate. "Don't you ever jump in front of me again," she tells Ahyeon as she keeps spanking her. "Your butt looks pretty red," Asa says, kissing Ahyeon. "Are you gonna be my toy now? Because I'm gonna play with these tight young holes," she continues, licking Ahyeon's butthole.
Ahyeon keeps moaning as Asa's spanking session keeps going until you finally arrive. "You're having too much fun disciplining her, but didn't I tell you who is the real boss?" you ask Asa, hitting her butt with a couple of whips. "Sorry, sir, it's you," she answers.
"I should be disciplining Ahyeon, not you," you tell Asa, who keeps stroking your cock. "Stank up," you tell Ahyeon. "I'm gonna discipline you instead," you tell Asa, spanking her ass hard in front of Ahyeon as she grabs your shaft, Ahyeon enjoying her friend getting spanked.
"Eat her pussy," you tell Ahyeon as she dives into Asa's pussy, you fucking the Japanese girl's face while spanking her ass with the whip. "That's good, let's team up on her," you tell Ahyeon, grabbing her head and shoving it against Asa's butt while Asa chokes on your cock.
"I'm gonna show you what I was doing to her," you say to Ahyeon, putting a few clothespins in Asa's pussy and shutting it down. "That bitch is all about her ass, right?" you ask Ahyeon. "Yes, Daddy, she's got a big ass," the young girl answers.
Ahyeon sucks your cock as you shut Asa's cunt down. "Good girl, get it wet," you say, praising the youngster while you keep spanking Asa. "Lay your face in her ass and watch," you tell Ahyeon, giving her a privileged view as you uncermously shove your cock back up Asa's butthole. "It's too tight, get it wetter," you say, fucking Ahyeon's face after a couple of thrusts, before going back inside Asa.
You keep feeding Asa's ass into Ahyeon's mouth, letting the youngster enjoy that dirty Japanese oshiri. Ahyeon stays with her tongue out at all times as you continue to fuck Asa's ass, giving a few thrusts from time to time in Ahyeon's face. You spank Asa's back as she gets anally pounded, her moving your hips in your direction to take more of that massive cock.
"OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING," Asa announced. "Who told you to cum?" you ask her, spanking her butt a few times and pulling your cock out. "Spank her," you tell Ahyeon, getting fully free to fuck Asa's butt as hard as Ahyeon spanks her friend. "THAT'S SO FUCKING GOOD, THAT'S SO FUCKING GOOD, PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME," Asa screams. Ahyeon enjoys the scene, getting in front of Asa as the Japanese girl licks her neck and kisses her.
Ahyeon chokes Asa with the whip as you fuck the Japanese girl's ass. "YES, YES, YES, MORE, MORE, MORE," Asa begs as she loses all her air. "I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM," she screams. You slowly take the clamps out of her cunt as you deem her to have passed the test. "Thank you for letting my pussy free," Asa says.
Asa's pussy only gets free for a couple seconds as you promptly stuff it full of your cock. Ahyeon adds some spit as she starts fisting Asa's butt. "Open that ass," you tell Asa as she now gets double stuffed with your cock and Ahyeon's hand. "Does this count as double penetration, daddy?" Ahyeon asks. "Maybe," you answer her.
"AH, AH, AH," Asa screams as you shove your cock back in her ass too for a bit. "Open that ass," you tell her. "I'm trying," Asa answers as Ahyeon increases the speed of the fisting; you are now handling Asa's cunt. "Shove it," you tell Ahyeon, letting her penetrate Asa's butt with her hand a little deeper, making the Japanese girl moan as she gets her guts rearranged by Ahyeon's right arm.
You take Ahyeon by surprise, lifting her right leg and sticking your cock in her pussy. "Keep fisting your friend; I wanna show her what I was doing to you in that dungeon," you tell her. "FUCK YES, FUCK YES," Ahyeon starts moaning as she gets her pussy pounded hard. "YES, YES, YES, YES, AHHHHHH, FUCK," Aheyon screams as you discipline her, whipping all her body, her arm never leaving Asa's butthole.
"OH MY GOD, YES, YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, DADDY," Ahyeon begs. You put her back on her feet and switch back to Asa. Open her mouth and make her taste her ass," you command to Ahyeon, you two doing a sort of spit-roasting on Asa as the youngster shoves her arm in her friend's mouth and then wipes it all over Asa's face, choking her and spanking her face while you fuck her pussy.
"SPANK ME, YES, YES, YES," Asa begs as you fuck her hard and Ahyeon keeps playing with her mouth. "That's what I want to see," you tell Asa, spanking her ass. "Let's do a little more fisting," you tell Ahyeon, lifting her right leg one more time as you three go back to the same position from a couple of minutes ago, performing a nice fuck train with your cock in Ahyeon's pussy and Ahyeon's fist in Asa's butt.
"AHHHHHHH," Ahyeon and Asa scream at the same time as you bring the shock batons back to the scene, scaring both girls. You give a couple shocks to Ahyeon, making her pussy clench, before you hit Asa's butt with some hits too. You two go back to double stuffing Asa, you pushing Ahyeon's arm deep in Asa's ass as you stretch her pussy out, Asa grinning her teeth. "I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT," she screams, her face dropping down.
"Look at how much she likes being stuffed, Daddy," Ahyeon says as she increases the speed of her fisting, matching your hard thrusts in Asa's pussy. "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING," Asa screams. "Keep playing with each other," you command, pulling out of Asa and handing to Ahyeon the duties of giving her friend an anal orgasm using just her hands.
Ahyeon succeeds in making Asa cum, her fist giving her friend a nice gape. "Good girl, I think you deserve a reward for that," you tell Ahyeon. "Yes, Daddy, what reward?" she asks. "You'll see," you tell her.
You prepare Ahyeon for the final round of fucking, laying her on the table and tying her arms behind her head. You tie her toes with a pair of strings attached to the ceiling, pushing them up as you get her in a missionary position. "Sit on her face," you tell Asa, as she fits her pussy right in Ahyeon's mouth, dancing on it much to your enjoyment, while Ahyeon sticks her tongue out as Asa has fun grinding her cunt in her pretty face.
"Keep going, I love that view," you tell Ahyeon, giving her an electric shock that makes her contract her body. "Don't move," you tell her, shoving your cock in Ahyeon's pink teen pussy and teasing Asa with some shocks on her tits that make her scream and catch her by surprise.
"Keep licking that pussy," you tell Ahyeon, Asa grinding on her face as you pound her pussy. You keep teasing the young girl with more shocks in her thighs, increasing the speed of your poundings and spanking her ass. "AHHHHH," Ahyeon screams as you give her another electric shock.
You finger Asa's pussy as you fuck Ahyeon's, making all the juices from the Japanese girl drop in Ahyeon's pretty face. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK," Ahyeon keeps moaning. You shove your hands in Asa's mouth for her to taste her own juices. "Stay in position," you tell Asa, grabbing the strings attached to her nipple clamps. Ahyeon moans and screams, Asa grinding her ass on her face".
"OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK," Ahyeon screams. You and Asa enjoy punishing her, sticking the shock batons in Ahyeon's tits and making her scream even louder. "AHHHHHHH," Ahyeon almost loses her voice as she gets targeted by shocks from all sides, you never pulling out of her pussy and enjoying her body contorting while she gets fucked.
"Come on," you tell Ahyeon, shocking her nonstop at her most sensitive parts: her tits, her armpits, her face, her belly, and her pussy; nothing escapes from your target. "AHHHHHHH," she screams every time. You continue to relentlessly pound her young pussy, Asa coming to help you as she fingers Ahyeon's clit and gets the young girl super wet.
"OHHHHH MY GOD, YESSSS, FUCKKK," Ahyeon moans like a baby now, you and Asa stimulating her to the fullest. "CAN I CUM PLEASE, DADDY? AHHHHHH," Ahyeon begs, closing her eyes as her walls clench hard, her never feeling this stimulating before, turning into a mess of moans and screams. You and Asa continue to massage her pussy, Asa now bringing the vibrator and making things even harder for Ahyeon, her body twisting and turning nonstop.
"Open those legs," you tell Ahyeon, you and Asa attacking her pussy like crazy. As Asa licks her pussy, you soon join her, you two using both tongues to make Ahyeon cum hard. "OH MY GOD, YEAH, YEAH," Ahyeon moans as she gets closer and closer, you whipping her tits and Asa's ass back and forth. "FUCKKKKK DADDY," she screams. You keep fucking Ahyeon's pussy, feeding your cock into Asa's mouth as she fingers her friend's already super wet clit.
"OH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, DADDY, I'M GONNA CUM," Ahyeon screams. "She's ready to cum," Asa tells you, Ahyeon moaning and screaming. "I WANNA CUM, PLEASE, DADDY," Ahyeon continues to beg, the massage in her pussy from you and Asa getting faster and faster.
Ahyeon starts orgasming hard, intense body spasms coming out of her body. Even her being tied up can't prevent her from shaking as if she were possessed by some demon. Her already tight pussy walls completely close, gripping your cock like her life depended on it. "I want your cum inside me, daddy," Ahyeon begs. As Asa hears those words, she slides under the table, ready to catch that load as soon as it drips out of Ahyeon's pussy. You can't resist for long, emptying your balls inside Ahyeon's pink teen pussy as her walls clench around your cock to a point of no return.
Your cum drops straight from Ahyeon's pussy to Asa's mouth, you digging a bit in Ahyeon's pussy and fucking it a few more times to feed Asa. "Swap it," you tell the Japanese girl, her feeding the cum straight into Ahyeon's mouth as the two share hot kisses in your watch.
"That's it, girls, you two are free from the dungeon," you tell them.
"We'll be counting the days to come back, Daddy," Ahyeon answers, Asa giggling, agreeing with her.
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The summons came through her private phone at 9:47 PM — a single message from a number saved under a name no one else would recognize.
My office. Now.
Sohyun's pulse kicked against her ribs in that familiar way, half nerves and half thirst. She was already dressed for it — she'd known, somehow, when she chose the white camisole this morning instead of the thicker blouse. Tight enough to show the shape of her breasts through the fabric, the outline of her nipples visible if the light hit right. The low-waist brown pants sat below her navel, a strip of bare skin showing above the waistband. She'd painted her nails two nights ago, pink-lavender, running a brush along each with care, imagining his hands holding hers to examine them.
She slipped the black cardigan over her shoulders — open, never buttoned — and grabbed her bag. Told her roommate she forgot something in the practice room. The lie came easy now.
The company building was mostly dark on the upper floors. Security knew her face, waved her through. The elevator hummed ascending, and she watched her reflection in the polished brass doors — the flush already rising across her collarbone, the soft wet heat beginning between her thighs.
She knocked on his door. Three light taps.
Come in, pet.
He never said it aloud. It was always in the message that appeared on her phone after she knocked. She pushed the door open.
The office took up the whole corner of the fifteenth floor. City lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Seoul spread out below like circuitry. His desk sat at the far end, mahogany, spotless except for a single lamp casting amber light across the surface. Bookshelves lined one wall. A dark gray couch against another.
He sat behind the desk, watching her enter. Dark suit jacket draped over the chair behind him, sleeves of his white shirt rolled to his forearms. The silver glint at his temples caught the lamplight. His eyes moved over her slowly, deliberately, the way a man checks something he owns for damage.
"Lock it," he said.
She turned the deadbolt. The click echoed.
"Come here."
She walked toward the desk, and he watched every step — the sway of her hips, the way her bare stomach tensed with each stride. When she reached the edge of the desk, he held up one hand.
"Stop."
She stopped.
"Look at me."
She raised her eyes. His gaze pinned her where she stood, and she felt it everywhere — between her legs, in the tightening of her nipples against the camisole, in the way her breath shortened without her permission.
"You've been good today?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Tell me."
"I was good today. I did everything you asked. I thought about you during the video shoot. I thought about coming here."
"Thought about what would happen when you did?"
She nodded, her cheeks burning.
"Use your words."
"Yes. I thought about what you'd do to me."
Something shifted in his face — not softening, but deepening. He reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a strip of black leather. Thin, maybe half an inch wide. A small silver O-ring at the end.
"Come around."
She walked around the desk, her legs unsteady. He turned in his chair to face her, and she stood between his knees, close enough to smell his cologne — sandalwood and something metallic, like clean coins.
He reached up and brushed her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. His thumb ran across her cheekbone, feather-light. She leaned into his touch.
"You're so beautiful," he said quietly, and the shift in his voice — from command to something softer — made her chest ache. "Every time I see you, it surprises me. That you're real. That you're here."
"I'm here," she whispered. "I'm always here."
His hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair at the nape. He tilted her head back gently, studying her face like a painting.
"I know, baby. I know." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, soft, lingering. "You're my good girl. My perfect little pet."
She felt the words in her stomach, warm and liquid.
"Will you wear this for me?"
He held up the leash. The silver buckle caught the lamplight.
"Yes," she said. "Please."
His hands were gentle as he fastened the collar around her neck — a second, thinner strap of black leather fitted to her throat, the O-ring resting just below her Adam's apple. He buckled it at the back, his fingers brushing her nape. Then he clipped the leash to the ring, and the weight of it tugged forward slightly.
"There."
He sat back, holding the leather coiled loosely in his fist. She watched his chest rise and fall with a slow breath. His eyes were dark, reverent.
"Look at you."
She felt the collar against her skin, the leash a line of tension between them. Her pulse beat against the leather.
"On your knees, pet."
She sank slowly, her knees meeting the carpet. The leash went slack as she descended. She looked up at him from the floor, her hands resting on her thighs.
"Good girl." His thumb traced her lower lip, pressing slightly. She parted her mouth, and he slid his thumb inside. She sucked gently, watching his eyes darken. "That's it. You know what to do."
He pulled his thumb free, wet and glistening, and wiped it across her lower lip.
"Undo my pants."
Her fingers found his belt — familiar now, practiced. The leather tongue slid free, the button popped, the zipper descended. She pulled his pants open and his cock sprang up against his stomach, already hard. The sight of it sent a pulse through her cunt. Thick, veined, the head flushed dark, a bead of pre-cum pearled at the slit.
She licked her lips without thinking.
"You want it?"
"Yes. Please. I want to taste you."
"Then show me how hungry you are. Open."
She opened her mouth wide, tongue flat and waiting. He guided the head to her lips and she took him in, slow, savoring the first stretch of her lips around his girth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, tracing the ridge of a vein. She heard his breath catch above her.
"Fuck. Yeah. Just like that."
She sank deeper, taking him inch by inch, her throat relaxing to accept him. Her nose reached his pelvis and she held there, her throat full, her eyes watering. She looked up at him — the leash still in his grip, the city lights behind him — and the sight made her cunt clench around nothing.
He let her set the rhythm at first, watching her bob her head along his length. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. Saliva ran down her chin, slick and obscene. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, and the sounds — wet, hungry, desperate — filled the office.
"That's my girl," he groaned, his hips beginning to rock. "Look at you. On your knees. Leashed. Taking my cock down your throat like you were made for it."
She moaned around him, the vibration making his grip tighten on the leash.
"You were made for it, weren't you? Made for me."
She pulled off just long enough to gasp, "Yes. Made for you. Only for you," before taking him back, deeper this time, pushing past her gag reflex and feeling her throat stretch around the head of his cock.
His hand moved to her hair, gathering the long black strands in his fist. "Deep breath, pet."
She inhaled through her nose, and he thrust upward, burying himself fully in her throat. She felt his pelvis against her face, his balls against her chin. The pressure was everything — the fullness, the submission, the way her throat pulsed around him. Tears spilled down her cheeks. She didn't wipe them.
He held her there for three heartbeats, four, five. Then he pulled back, letting her breathe, and the air hit her raw throat like a burn.
"Good. So good." He stroked her hair, his voice thick. "Again."
She took him again, and again, each time deeper, her throat loosening, her hunger growing. Saliva soaked the front of her camisole, the white fabric clinging to the swell of her breasts. Her hands moved to her own body — one gripping her thigh, the other pressing between her legs, rubbing herself through the brown pants.
He caught her wrist. "No. That's mine. You don't touch without permission."
She whined, pulling off his cock. "Please. I need—"
"I know what you need. Turn around. Hands on the window."
She pushed to her feet, unsteady, her legs shaking. The leash stayed clipped to her collar as she crossed to the floor-to-ceiling window. Seoul spread below her, thousands of lights, thousands of people with no idea what was happening behind this glass. The thought made her dizzy.
She placed her palms flat against the cool glass. Her reflection stared back — flushed, wrecked, the collar dark against her throat.
Behind her, she heard his belt unbuckle fully, his pants drop. She didn't turn.
"Arch your back."
She pushed her hips out, bending at the waist, pressing her chest toward the glass. Her breasts flattened against the cool surface, her nipples tightening into hard peaks against the camisole. The brown pants were pulled tight across her ass.
He stepped behind her and ran one hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass, gripping the flesh hard. His other hand yanked her pants and underwear down to her mid-thighs, exposing her. The air hit her wet cunt and she shivered.
"Look at you. So wet for me. So ready."
She felt his cock slide between her thighs, not entering, just dragging through her slickness, coating himself. She pushed back against him, trying to take him in, but he held her hips still.
"Ask me."
"Please," she gasped. "Please fuck me. I need you inside me."
"Inside where?"
"My pussy. Please put your cock in my pussy. I need it so bad."
"Good girl."
He lined up and pushed in, one slow, relentless inch at a time. Her cunt stretched around him, gripping, pulling him deeper. She cried out, her forehead pressing against the window. The city spread below, indifferent.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, his hands gripping her hips. "Every time. Like you've never been touched."
He bottomed out, his pelvis against her ass, and stayed there. She felt him pulsing inside her, felt the fullness reaching deep into her belly.
"Look at yourself."
She raised her eyes to her reflection — the girl in the window, collared, pants around her thighs, breasts flattened against the glass, a man buried inside her. Her own face, slack with pleasure, eyes half-lidded.
"See what you are," he said, beginning to move. Slow, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive inch of her walls. "You're my pet. My perfect little whore. You belong to me."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, I'm yours."
He fucked her slow at first, each thrust deliberate, watching himself disappear into her body. Her breasts pressed and dragged against the cold glass, the friction through the camisole making her nipples ache. Her hands slid on the window as she braced against each impact.
Then his pace quickened, his grip tightening on her hips hard enough to bruise. The sounds — his skin slapping against hers, her moans, the wet noise of his cock pumping into her — filled the office.
"Harder," she begged. "Please, harder."
He gave it to her. His thrusts turned punishing, deep and fast, driving her into the glass. Her breath fogged the window in front of her face. Her tits bounced with each impact, pressed flat then released, the camisole soaked with sweat and saliva.
"Whose pussy is this?"
"Yours. All yours."
"Say my name."
"CEO," she gasped. "Sir—"
"No. My name."
She knew it. He'd given it to her in the dark of his bed one night, whispered against her hair. She'd never said it to anyone else.
"Jaeho," she breathed.
His rhythm stuttered. He leaned over her, his chest against her back, his mouth at her ear.
"Again."
"Jaeho. Please. Please don't stop."
He didn't. He drove into her, faster, harder, the head of his cock hitting that deep spot inside her that made her vision blur. Her orgasm coiled tight in her gut, building with each stroke.
"I'm close," she whimpered. "I'm gonna—"
"Not yet. Not until I tell you."
She tried to hold it back, her muscles clenching around him, her whole body trembling. He reached around and pressed his fingers against her clit through the fabric of her panties, still bunched at her thighs.
"You want to come?"
"Yes. Yes, please."
"Then come for me. Come on my cock like a good pet."
He pressed hard on her clit and thrust deep, and she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clenching and pulsing around him, her scream muffled against the glass. Her legs gave out but he held her up, still fucking her through it, drawing every wave out of her body.
When she came back to herself, she was slumped against the window, barely standing. Her reflection stared back, wrecked and beautiful.
He pulled out slowly, and she felt the absence like a loss.
"Don't move."
She stayed where she was, face against the glass, ass still exposed. She heard the drawer open — the soft click she recognized. The camera.
"Jaeho—"
"Shh. I know. You're so beautiful like this. I want to keep it."
She didn't argue. She never did. She heard the tiny red light come on.
"Show me your ass."
She pushed her hips back, presenting herself. The air was cool on her wet, swollen cunt.
"Spread yourself."
Her hand reached back, fingers finding her own skin, pulling her ass cheek aside. She heard him exhale, slow and reverent.
"Perfect." A soft click. "Now touch yourself. Show me how wet you are."
Her fingers slid through her slickness, gathering it, spreading it. She felt her own heat, the sheen of her arousal.
"Put your fingers in your mouth."
She obeyed, tasting herself on her tongue. Salty and sweet.
"Get on the couch. On your hands and knees."
She crawled across the carpet, the leash trailing behind her. The leather was damp and warm against her neck. She climbed onto the gray couch, positioning herself on her knees, her ass in the air.
He moved behind her, the camera still recording. She heard him spit, heard the wet sound of him working it into her.
"Open for me, pet."
She felt his thumb press against her asshole, circling, pressing gently until the ring of muscle gave way. She gasped, her fingers gripping the couch cushions.
"You want it here?"
"Yes. Please. I want you in my ass."
"Beg."
"Please, Jaeho. Please fuck my ass. I want to feel you there. I want to be so full of you. Please."
He pulled his thumb out and replaced it with the head of his cock, pressing slowly. She felt the stretch — different from her cunt, tighter, more intense. Her breath came in sharp gasps as he pushed past the first resistance.
"Breathe," he said, his voice strained. "Let me in."
She forced herself to relax, to open, and he slid deeper. The sensation was overwhelming — fullness and pressure and a pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out.
"That's it. Taking me so well. All the way, baby."
He seated himself fully inside her, his pelvis flush against her ass. She felt impossibly full, stretched, claimed.
"Look at the camera."
She turned her head, finding the lens. Her eyes were glassy, her makeup smeared, her lips swollen and wet.
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she whispered. "I belong to you."
He began to move, slow thrusts that made her whole body rock. The camera captured everything — the way her ass rippled with each impact, the leash swinging against her throat, the wet sound of him sliding in and out of her.
He fucked her ass with increasing urgency, his breathing ragged, his composure cracking. She pushed back into each thrust, taking him as deep as he could go, wanting all of him.
"I'm going to come," he warned. "Where do you want it?"
"Inside. Please. Fill me up."
"You want my cum in your ass?"
"Yes. Please. I want to feel it. I want to be full of you."
He drove into her one last time, buried to the hilt, and she felt his cock pulse inside her as he came. Hot, thick, endless. She felt each spurt, felt her body accepting it, claiming it. She moaned at the sensation — being filled, being marked from the inside.
When he finished, he stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them breathing hard. Then he pulled out slowly, and she felt the emptiness, felt the warmth of his cum beginning to leak out of her. It ran down her inner thigh, a slow trickle.
She collapsed sideways onto the couch, her body giving out completely. Her limbs felt like water. The leash lay coiled on the cushion beside her.
He set the camera down and knelt beside the couch. His hand found her hair, stroking gently, pushing the strands back from her face.
"You did so well, baby. So perfect."
She couldn't answer. Her body was still trembling, small aftershocks rolling through her muscles. She felt the cum seeping out of her, pooling on the cushion beneath her. The sensation was obscene and perfect.
He lifted her legs onto the couch and covered her with his suit jacket, the expensive fabric draping over her nakedness. He sat on the floor beside her, his back against the couch, his hand never leaving her hair.
"I love you," he said quietly. "You know that, right?"
She turned her head, her cheek against the cushion, looking at him through half-closed eyes. The city lights painted his face in gold and shadow.
"I love you too," she whispered. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For wanting me. All of me. Even this part."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, her temple, the corner of her mouth.
"This part is my favorite part. Because this part is only mine."
She smiled, small and dreamy, her body still humming with spent pleasure. The cum continued to leak out of her, warm against her skin. The camera's red light glowed silently from the desk, capturing her in the aftermath — limp, full, utterly owned.
Tags : Deepthroat, Rough Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking, Ahegao, Face-Fucking, Creampie, Cum in Mouth, Cum on Face, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Public Humiliation, Corruption
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The bell above the minimarket door jingled as Isa slipped inside, pulling the hood of her oversized black sweatshirt further over her forehead. Three songs into the night's promotional cycle and her bladder was screaming. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting that sickly blue-white glow across aisles of ramen and chips. She didn't make eye contact with the cashier behind the counter — a guy in his late twenties, wiry, with a thin mustache and dead eyes fixed on his phone.
She found the bathroom at the back, past the coolers humming with soju and energy drinks. The door was half-open, the light already on. She pushed through.
The bathroom was a narrow closet of a room — a toilet, a sink with a rusted faucet, a single bulb flickering above a mirror cracked in the corner. And on the wall beside the toilet, a hole the size of a car tire. Dark drywall dust caked the edges where something had punched through from the other side — the stockroom, probably. The hole gaped open like a mouth.
She stared at it for a second, then laughed under her breath. What the hell.
On impulse — girlish, bored, playful — she crouched, stuck her head through, and pushed.
Her shoulders cleared the hole. Then her chest. The drywall scraped against her sweatshirt, showering her in white dust. She was halfway into the stockroom, her hands braced on the concrete floor on the other side, her lower body still in the bathroom.
She tried to wriggle forward and her hips caught.
She pushed harder. Nothing. She tried to pull back — her ribs ground against the jagged edges of drywall. She was stuck. Perfectly, completely wedged. Her ass was still in the bathroom, her arms stretched out into the stockroom, her sweatshirt bunched up around her ribs, leaving a strip of pale skin exposed between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans.
"Shit," she muttered, her voice echoing in the empty stockroom.
She pushed again, her sneakers scuffling against the bathroom floor. The drywall bit into her hips. No give.
The stockroom door swung open. A sliver of light from the main store bled across the concrete floor, illuminating cardboard boxes stacked against the walls. She heard footsteps stop.
"What the fuck?"
Male voice. Young. She recognized it — the cashier.
"Hey — hi," she said, forcing a laugh, her voice bright and embarrassed. "I know this looks crazy. I got kind of, um, wedged in here. Can you give me a push? From the back, I mean. Just —"
He crouched in front of her. His eyes widened. She saw recognition hit him like a physical thing — his mouth parted, his gaze tracing her face, the sharp lines of her cheekbones, the jet-black hair splayed across her shoulders, the full lips pulled into an awkward apologetic smile.
"Holy shit," he breathed. "You're Isa. From STAYC."
"Listen, I really need to —"
"Manager!" He was already on his feet, moving to the door. "Hyung, get in here! You won't believe this."
She heard footsteps approach, heavier. Another man appeared in the doorway — older, thicker, with a gut straining his polo shirt and a five-o'clock shadow darkening his jaw. The manager.
"Look," the cashier said, pointing at her like she was a sideshow attraction.
The manager's eyes traveled over her. First her face. Then the exposed strip of her stomach. Then the curve of her ass still visible from the bathroom side, her jeans pulling tight across her hips.
"Please," Isa said, her voice lighter now, the first thread of unease working through her composure. "I just need a shove from the other side. Or — can you break the wall a little more? Just enough for me to —"
The manager didn't answer. He looked at the cashier, and something passed between them — a silent calculation. The cashier grinned.
"Got your phone?" the manager asked.
The cashier pulled it out.
"Don't." Isa's voice cracked. "Don't — just help me out, okay? I won't tell anyone about this. I'll pay you. I can —"
The manager knelt behind her, his hands landing on the curve of her ass through her jeans. Not pushing. Squeezing.
"Pretty little idol," he said, his voice low. "Stuck like a rabbit in a fence."
"Get off me." She tried to kick, but her legs were useless — she could only scuff her sneakers against the tiles, trapped between the two rooms. "I'm serious. Let me go."
The cashier stepped closer, already recording on his phone. "Say hi to your fans, Isa."
Tears burned the corners of her eyes. She'd been taught how to smile through exhaustion, through ankle injuries, through vocal strain. No one had taught her this.
The manager undid her jeans.
The button popped open, the zipper rasped down, and his rough fingers hooked into the waistband, dragging denim and underwear down her thighs. The cold air hit her skin, and then his hand — calloused, warm — cupped her bare ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"Nice," he murmured. "Really fucking nice."
"Stop — please, I'm begging you —"
"Deeper," the cashier said, phone angled over her. "Get her face."
The manager shoved her sweatshirt up, baring her back, and his palm cracked across her right ass cheek. The sound echoed in the small room — a sharp, wet slap that sent a shockwave through her body, her hips jerking against the drywall. She gasped, the air punched out of her lungs.
"Look at that," the manager said, and hit her again. Harder. Her skin bloomed red under his palm. "Fucking perfect."
Her "no" came out strangled. But the third slap made her thighs clench, and the fourth — harder, aimed at the tender skin where her ass met her thighs — drew a sound from her throat that wasn't quite a scream.
The manager grabbed her hips, yanked them higher. She felt his cock against her — the heat of it through his pants, the thick shape pressing into the cleft of her ass.
"Open your mouth," the cashier said, shoving his phone in her face, one hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back. "Open your mouth for your fans."
"No —"
He shoved the phone closer. "Say 'ahh.' Say it, or I'll make sure every STAYC fan sees this video. Your group's reputation. Your career. All gone."
She stared into the camera lens. Her reflection in the black glass showed her dark eyes wide, her mascara starting to run, her lips parted in a desperate O.
"Ahh," she whispered.
"Louder."
"Ahh."
He shoved his cock into her mouth.
The taste of him — salt and sweat and the faint chemical residue of soap — flooded her tongue, and she gagged instantly, her throat convulsing around the head. He was thick, uncut, and he pushed deeper without waiting, past her lips, past her teeth, into the hot wet cave of her mouth.
"Deepthroat that shit," the manager grunted from behind, and she heard his belt unbuckle, his zipper come down.
The cashier's hips bucked forward, and his cock slid down her throat. She couldn't breathe — couldn't — her hands scrabbled against the concrete floor, her nails scraping, her eyes streaming. He pulled back just enough for her to gasp and then drove in again, deeper, his balls slapping against her chin.
"There she is," he breathed, his voice rough. "You wanted this. Look at you — perfect idol slut, taking it like a pro."
From behind, the manager's hands spread her ass cheeks apart, and she felt the thick, blunt head of his cock press against her entrance — dry, too dry, and she whimpered around the cock in her throat.
"Wait — fuck — wait, she's tight as hell," the manager muttered. He spat into his palm, smeared it over himself, and pressed again. This time the head breached her, and she screamed — a muffled, guttural sound that vibrated around the cashier's shaft.
"Shh, shh, easy," the cashier cooed, mock-gentle, fucking her mouth with shallow strokes while the manager worked his cock deeper into her pussy. "You can take it. You're made for this."
The manager pushed. His hips met her ass with a wet slap, and she felt him seated inside her, impossibly deep, splitting her open. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to expel the invasion, and he groaned.
"Oh fuck — she's gripping me like a fist."
He started moving. Long, slow drags at first, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, each stroke a hammer blow that shook her whole body. The drywall scraped her ribs raw. The cashier's cock slid down her throat, cutting off her air, and when she gagged, both men groaned in unison.
"That's it," the cashier hissed. "Contract those throat muscles. Fuck, that's good."
The manager's rhythm picked up. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, and the friction — mixed with the spit from his hand, with her own wetness starting to respond — built a heat she didn't want to feel. Her body was betraying her, her pussy slickening around him, her nipples hardening under her bra.
"Recording this?" the manager asked, breath ragged.
"Every second."
"Get her face."
The cashier pulled his cock out of her mouth — a wet suction sound, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. He angled the phone down at her, and she saw herself in the screen: her makeup destroyed, her lips swollen and red, drool running down her chin, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
"That's the face," he said. "Ahegao. Look at her — fucking gone."
She couldn't stop it. The expression her face was making — tongue lolling, eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed — wasn't a choice. It was the involuntary surrender of a body that had been pushed past resistance into something else. Something dark and melting.
"I — I don't —" she tried to say, but the words came out slurred.
The manager smacked her ass again, and she cried out — but it wasn't a denial anymore. It was a gasp. A want.
"Yeah," he growled. "You're starting to like it."
His hand snaked around her hip, fingers sliding through her wetness, finding her clit. He rubbed rough circles into the bundle of nerves, his cock still pistoning into her from behind, and the combination — the fullness inside her, the pressure on her clit, the degradation of being filmed — sent a shockwave through her pelvis.
"No, no, I'm not — I'm not —"
"Tell your clit that," the manager said, and pressed harder.
Two fingers pushed into her, alongside his cock, stretching her impossibly full, crooking up to find that soft spongy spot inside her front wall. She screamed — a broken, keening sound — and her body locked up, her thighs trembling, her pussy gushing around his fingers.
"Fuck, she's a squirter," the cashier said, voice reverent. "Look at that. Look at her."
A stream of fluid — hot, clear, gushing — sprayed out of her, soaking the manager's hand, running down her thighs, pooling on the concrete floor. She sobbed through the orgasm, her body wracked with spasms her mind hadn't consented to.
The manager didn't stop. He pulled his fingers out, wiped them on her ass, and kept fucking her through the aftershocks. "More," he said. "I want more."
He pushed her upper body flat against the stockroom floor, her cheek pressing into the cold concrete, and mounted her from behind like an animal. His cock rammed into her g-spot with every stroke, the head of him slamming against her cervix, her womb, a deep bruising pressure that made her see stars.
"Your womb is taking it," he grunted. "Feel that? Feel me hitting your fucking womb?"
She couldn't answer. Her mouth hung open, drool pooling on the concrete. Her eyes rolled back again. The cashier crouched in front of her, stroking his cock, his phone propped against a box to capture the full scene.
"Open," he said. "Tongue out."
She obeyed. Her tongue lolled out over her bottom lip, and he painted it with his cum — thick ropes landing on her tongue, her lips, her cheek. She tasted him, salt and bitterness, and swallowed without being told.
The manager was close. She felt it in the way his rhythm stuttered, his hips slapping against her ass harder, faster, frantic. He pulled out, and she felt the sudden emptiness like a wound.
"Where?" he rasped.
"Inside," the cashier said. "Cream pie her. Mark her."
He shoved back in, three more thrusts, and then she felt it — hot, flooding, endless. His cum filled her, pumping into her pussy in pulse after pulse, dripping out around the base of his cock, running down her thighs. He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, before pulling out with a wet sound.
Cum pooled beneath her. Her own fluid mixed with his, a slick mess on the concrete.
The cashier picked up his phone again, zooming in on her face. "Say thank you."
She blinked at the lens. Her lips moved. "Th-thank you."
"Thank you who?"
"Thank you... for using me."
The manager laughed, a low brutal sound. He yanked her sweatshirt up, exposing her breasts — small, perfect, with pink nipples hard from the cold and the stimulation. He bent down and sucked one into his mouth, biting down on the peak, and she arched her back instinctively, pressing into him.
"That's it," he murmured against her skin. "Beg for it."
"Please," she whispered. "Please, I —"
He bit down harder, and she came again — a smaller orgasm, weaker, but real, her pussy clenching around nothing, her cum and his leaking out of her.
The cashier recorded it all. Her face, her breasts, the mess between her legs, the way her body shuddered with each aftershock.
They took turns for the next hour.
The cashier fucked her mouth again, deeper this time, holding her head still while he emptied himself down her throat. The manager bent over her back, spreading the creampie over her ass, spanking her until her skin was raw and red and she was crying openly, begging through the sobs.
"Please — no more — I can't —"
But her hips kept pushing back. Her mouth kept opening. Her body, stripped of pride and resistance, kept obeying.
When they were done, the manager zipped up his pants. The cashier pocketed his phone, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Someone will find you," the cashier said. "Eventually."
They left. The stockroom door swung shut, plunging her into darkness.
She was still stuck in the hole, half in the bathroom, half in the stockroom. Naked from the waist down. Her sweatshirt bunched around her shoulders. Her hair — that long, straight, jet-black hair she'd spent hours perfecting for the music show — matted with sweat and cum and dust.
The fluorescent light in the stockroom hummed. The bathroom light flickered. Above her, the crack in the mirror caught the glow and threw it back in splinters.
She couldn't move. Couldn't even try anymore.
Sweat dried on her skin. Cum dripped down her thighs. Her pussy ached, swollen and used, a dull persistent throb that pulsed with her heartbeat. Her ass burned. Her throat was raw.
Somewhere, in the main store, the bell jingled. A customer's voice called out. Footsteps passed the stockroom door, oblivious.
She stared into the darkness of the stockroom, her cheek pressed against the concrete, and couldn't find the strength to call for help.
The worst part about having a slutty best friend isn't that she's a slut.
It's that she's your best friend.
Few people throw a party as iconic as Enami Asa.
Known and hated by her neighbors for the constant disturbance of the peace, the fame of her parties doesn't lie in the organization, the logistics, the setup, or the quality of the drinks, but rather in the complete absence of all that. Being the type of person who skimps on her own birthday cake to invest in booze and whatever cheap substance she can find along the way that'll get you fucked up, an Asa party is always the kind of event that guarantees at least half a dozen memorable moments (all of them for the worst-best reasons imaginable).
The downside, though, is the aftermath; the mess left behind, the rubble of a terrorist attack on every form of public order and decency. And you, being the idiot lovely friend that you are, always stay behind with Asa to help her clean the whole house. Years of friendship and infamous parties and this has pretty much become an unspoken ritual between the two of you.
Although…
Maybe "clean" is an overstatement. Getting the house back to borderline habitable and confirming nobody died in some corner is about the most two drunk people operating at roughly 15% mental capacity can accomplish.
But, as they say, after the storm comes the calm.
With a final pass of the vacuum cleaner, the machine earns its well-deserved rest. You and Asa do too, collapsing onto the couch almost at the same time. The house is, at last, slightly less unsanitary: cups stacked in the sink, the trash bagged in the hallway - along with the three used condoms Asa insisted you!!! pick up - and the floor still sticky with beer, though at least swept. Needless to say, hours of post-party cleaning with alcohol still running through your bloodstream aren't exactly the ideal way to end the night, especially when you nearly puke twice during the process. But, well... who would you be if you left your best friend/birthday girl hanging?
And speaking of her, Asa is sprawled out next to you, head resting against the back of the couch, emptying her lungs in a long sigh of pure exhaustion. Still wearing the same outfit from the party, specifically a short black skirt and a strapless top that made every guy at the party try (and fail) not to stare at her nipples pressing through the thin fabric. Her short dark hair is plastered to the back of her neck with sweat, a few strands escaping to frame her face, the red lipstick still smudged at the corners of her mouth, only one hoop earring remaining on her ear, and her cheeks still flushed from the alcohol and hours of cleaning - this is Asa's final form after one of her parties: gorgeous in her complete state of wreckage.
"Thanks for staying," she murmurs with her eyes closed. "Everyone bailed and left me with this shitshow. You're the only one I can count on at times like this."
"You're welcome. That'll be fifteen bucks," you reply, unlocking your phone.
Asa cracks one eye open just long enough to glare at you.
"Oh, please. Like I'm gonna pay you." She scoffs. "It's my birthday, asshole. Where's my birthday discount?"
"It's four in the morning," you point out, turning your phone screen toward her. "Your birthday's over. Princess privileges have officially expired.”
"You greedy asshole," she laughs, giving your arm a weak slap. "I feed you, I get you drunk, I throw you a party, and you've still got the balls to charge me for helping me clean up? Fine. Don't come crying to me next time you want me to set you up with one of my friends."
You shrug without looking up from your phone, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. Even though the house has finally fallen silent, the bass from the boombox still seems to be rattling around somewhere inside your skull, a noisy ghost that just won't leave. You already know you're gonna wake up with one hell of a headache whenever you finally make it to bed.
The minutes drift by. You mindlessly scroll through your Instagram feed while Asa, slumped beside you, massages her temples with her eyes closed, the two of you quietly enjoying this well-earned lull after hours of drunken mayhem.
"Hey," Asa says into the silence. "By the way... Ahyeon told me what happened between you two."
You look up from your phone and glance over at her. She's sitting sideways on the couch, watching you with a look that's equal parts suspicion and curiosity.
"A lot happened between us. What exactly did she tell you?"
"That you fucked her.”
"Okay." You slip your phone into your pocket. "And?"
"And..." Asa echoes, mocking your nonchalant tone. "She told me you fucked her in the ass, dumbass."
"So? She's the one who asked for it.”
"Fuck!" she groans. "Can't believe Ahyeon got her ass fucked before I did. That was supposed to be me, goddammit!”
You frown, confused.
"Now she's gonna be all smug about it," Asa goes on. "'Oh my God, I've done anal. Look how cool I am.' I'm never gonna hear the end of it.”
"Look, don't know if getting fucked in the ass is exactly a flex, but sure.”
"Doesn't matter. It should've been me," she insists. "I'm closer to you than she is. You should've- Like- We've known each other way longer. Why'd she get to go first?”
"Hold on," you say, turning to face her fully. "I thought you'd already done anal before."
"Oh, right, just because I'm a slut, huh?" She shoots you a look of fierce judgment as if you'd insinuated something - but she is, by the way. She really is. "I know I'm a slut, but I'm not THAT much of a slut, come on! I'm not gonna give my ass to just anyone."
"Really?"
"Dead serious. It has to be someone special."
You take a second to process that. Enami Asa: easily the biggest freak you know. The girl who was literally telling anyone who'd listen just two weeks ago about hooking up with two guys in the same week, whose Amazon cart is perpetually full of brand-name vibrators and whatever other depraved shit catches her eye.
And somehow... she's never done anal.
...Huh.
Yeah. You definitely didn't see that coming.
"Special, huh? So what exactly does someone have to have to qualify as 'special' in Enami Asa's book?”
She rolls her eyes at your mocking tone but answers, "It has to be someone I trust. Someone I know won't fuck it up, like, hurt me or whatever. I want someone with experience, who actually knows what they're doing."
"Someone like…?" You leave the sentence dangling in the air on purpose.
Asa bites her lower lip, looking at you with those pretty dark eyes in a way you have absolutely no business finding attractive.
"Like you. Duh.”
And just hearing that, your cock gets hard. Those little words leaving her full lips like that - hushed, almost a secret, as if it weren't the most intimate thing she's ever confessed to you - set your blood on fire.
"Okay, just to be sure: you're asking what I think you're asking?" You look at her, searching her face for any sign she's joking.
"Depends," Asa replies, repositioning herself on the couch to get a little closer to you. "Would you do it?" You have to look away for a second, swallowing hard as you try to process the abrupt turn the night's just taken. "It'd be, like..." she goes on, a filthy smile slowly spreading across those full lips, "the ultimate birthday present. Best one I've ever gotten.”
"And what about that manual orange juicer I got you?" you remind her. "Which, by the way, wasn't cheap."
"And I love it, babe," she says, giving your knee a squeeze. "Gonna be drinking fresh, 100% natural orange juice thanks to you. I'll use it every day, pinky swear. But If you fuck my ass… that'd be an even better present, you know? Think of it as an early Christmas gift.”
You can't help but laugh at how ridiculous this is. Asa just sits there with that smug little smile, calm as the morning light, quietly watching your reaction.
Little by little, it dawns on you that she's not kidding. You let out a sigh, drag both hands over your face, and rub at it, feeling your sanity hanging by a thread - and, at this point, probably your boxers too.
"Fuck, Asa..." you mutter. "You actually wanna do this? Like, right now?”
"Right now," she confirms, biting her lower lip again (at this point it's hard to tell if it's involuntary or intentional). "It's just us two here anyway. And if you want to know something…" She leans toward you. Perfume, sweat, and alcohol scrambling your senses. "Just talking about it is already making me wet," she reveals with a mischievous giggle that makes your cock throb in your pants.
"You can't be serious," you say with a half-suppressed laugh.
Now, take note: to Asa, a challenge is what bait is to a fish. She'll bite every single time - and you swear you didn't even do it on purpose.
"You think I'm kidding? Want me to prove you wrong?"
"No! Jesus Christ, Asa! You don't have to prove any-”
You don't even finish the sentence before she's standing right in front of you, her petite body on full display - much to your libido's delight and your better judgment's despair. To understand your predicament, it helps to know that Asa has always had the kind of body that makes a lot of girls die of envy: slim waist, that natural thinness so many dream of having and proportions so perfect that any outfit looks tailor-made for her. So, naturally, expecting you not to admire the view is asking a bit much.
Without breaking eye contact, she slides her hands to the hem of the black skirt and lifts it slowly, folding the fabric at her waist in an act of provocation that feels downright unfair.
Unfair because she's not wearing panties.
But you already knew that.
Earlier, in the kitchen, when Asa called you to help her, she bent down to grab a case of beer from the back of the fridge and her skirt rode up, you saw everything. At the time, you assumed it had been accidental. A wardrobe malfunction. One of those situations you simply don't mention because it would only embarrass the other person. She didn't even notice you'd seen. You let it go.
Now, staring at Asa's smooth little pussy spread right in front of you, the pink folds glistening with how wet they are, it's obvious that was far from an accident.
Reason finally manages to regain control for an instant, and the conclusion is unavoidable: choosing to throw a party in a skirt with no panties is far too specific to be a coincidence. In Asa's case, it's practically Machiavellian.
Come to think of it, it didn't even make sense that you'd followed her to the kitchen; it's not like she couldn't carry a case of beer to the living room by herself. Everything had been carefully orchestrated. A master strategist in the art of temptation.
Congratulations. Point goes to her.
Enemy neutralized successfully.
"See?" she asks, spreading her legs slightly so you get a better view. "I've been wet for a while now."
There's no way you can argue otherwise. The smooth white skin gleaming under the living room lamp is all the proof needed.
Then she turns around, putting her back to you, and arches her ass out, still holding the skirt bunched at her waist. Her ass is small, proportional to her body, round and firm. She glances over her shoulder, smiling slyly.
"So?" she asks, swaying her hips gently. "Fuckable? I mean, okay, I know Ahyeon has me beat this year. She turned into a total gym rat and somehow ended up with a whole dump truck back there. Ugh, it's so unfair. Her boobs got bigger too. What the hell is she even doing at that gym? Bench-pressing silicone? Steroid squats?” She laughs, but there's a grain of truth buried in the complaint. She gives her own ass a little smack. "But…" She smirks. "Mine's still way tighter. And let's be honest…" She grabs her cheeks with both hands. "…this perky little thing has its own charm, right?" She spreads her cheeks apart just a tiny bit, enough to give you a glimpse of the little hole between them. Tight, pink, and seemingly untouched. Looking over her shoulder, she asks: "Wanna feel?"
And with that question, Asa drops you right between Scylla and Charybdis.
The choice between the lesser of two evils. Which, in this case, means either touching your best friend's ass and, at some point, ending up fucking just to put her on equal footing with Ahyeon in this bizarre female sexual rivalry you simply cannot comprehend - running the risk of ruining your friendship for the rest of your lives...
......or playing the prude, refusing a request made in absolute good faith and, for the first time in years, not being there when she chose to trust you.
You keep staring at her there, arched forward, offering herself up, her hands pulling aside her own cheeks. And even with your cock throbbing inside your pants, something tugs you back for a moment.
The choice seems so obvious it somehow loops back around and becomes complicated. Maybe it sounds like some self-righteous bullshit - a convenient little principle to make yourself feel better than everyone else. But over the years, you've watched practically every guy who drifted into your circle take one look at Asa and think the exact same thing. Somewhere along the way, you decided you weren't going to be just another one of them.
Asa always meant more than that. She's someone you actually give a shit about.
Even with the flirting. Even with the pecks at parties that always passed as harmless fun. Even with all the doors she, consciously or unconsciously, left open, you never took a single step further.
But now, between the alcohol, the sight of this cute little ass arched right in your face, and Asa herself practically begging to be touched…
You're starting to reconsider decisions that, up until five minutes ago, seemed non-negotiable.
"Asa..." you murmur. "We're friends. Best friends. You know this could ruin that... right?”
She looks over her shoulder and raises an eyebrow before firing back, "So? Ahyeon's your friend too. Didn't stop you from railing her. Don't start playing the saint with me now, babe.”
"That was different, Asa! Those are completely different situations!"
"Oh, are they? How?"
"You and I are closer," you point out. "I'm probably the only male friend you have who's never tried to get with you. Everyone else already has. I haven't."
"Okay… fair. You never tried." For one brief, beautiful moment, you think reason has finally won, but then the corner of her mouth curls into a knowing little smirk as she adds, "But you wanted to."
You even open your mouth to argue but she doesn't grant you the right.
"Oh, cut the bullshit." She laughs softly. "Don't insult my intelligence. You never made a move because you thought it'd ruin our friendship. Not because you didn't want to." She sways her hips slowly, still arched, holding your gaze over her shoulder. "You don't have to play the gentleman with me. Kinda hard to buy that act when I can see the bulge in your jeans.” The smirk on her lips grows a little wider. “That's one hell of a 'just friends' situation you've got going on. You're rock hard over your own best friend. So disgusting, right?"
You tug at your jeans - not to hide the obvious, but because your cock's starting to ache from being crushed against the denim. Keeping your eyes locked on her mischievous smirk, you shoot back, "Well, kinda hard not to get hard when you're over there wiggling that ass in my face and asking me to fuck you in that dirty little voice of yours.”
"Exactly. So chill out. We both want this. It's not like you're taking advantage of me or me of you. It's just… us. Enjoying our friendship, tightening the bond in a more fun way. It's not gonna ruin anything, okay? I promise. Tomorrow we'll still be besties. The only difference is you'll know what my back door feels like." She rolls her hips again, slower and more hypnotic. "Come on, babe. I wanna feel those big hands of yours all over me."
Your brain isn't really processing anything anymore. It's just taking everything in through a thick haze. This is the final stage of arousal, where thought gives way to pure instinct. You don't even notice your hands reaching out until they're already wrapped around her ass.
In the last flicker of lucidity, a single thought crosses your mind: Maybe Asa's right.
Your hands practically swallow the tight, firm cheeks, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh. You squeeze, feel the springy give beneath your palms, spread them apart and press them back together. Small, round, with her pink little pussy glistening between her cheeks, the skin warm under your hands, still damp with sweat from the party. And once again, your brain simply does not compute that this is your best friend's ass. The one who understands is your body - and by "body," your cock pulsing inside your pants.
"So?" Asa asks, biting her lower lip as she watches your hands knead her ass. "Better than Ahyeon's or not?”
"Can't give you a verdict till I put my cock in," you say, fully surrendered now, giving her ass a firmer squeeze that draws a gasp from her.
"So you're really gonna fuck your best friend's little ass?"
"Yeah," you confirm, holding her gaze. "You got what you wanted, congratulations."
"God, yes." She grins, giving her ass a smug little wiggle. "I was starting to think you were gonna keep fighting yourself all night.
"Yeah, not happening. Now get on all fours for me," you order.
Asa obeys, but shoots you a look over her shoulder. "You're not gonna shove it in all at once, are you?"
"Fuck no. Of course not. You really think I'd go in dry your first time?” You laugh. “C'mon. Arch that ass for me.”
"Oh, thank god." She adjusts her knees on the cushion and curves her back. "Oh, and before you ask - I already prepped. Did the whole routine. I'm spotless. You can eat me out without a second thought."
You laugh as you position yourself behind her, commenting, "You're methodical as fuck when it comes to getting laid."
"I don't half-ass anything, babe," she replies, sounding oddly proud of herself. "If I'm doing this, I'm doing it right. No amateur shit here.”
"Good. I know what I'm doing too. Just relax and let me handle the rest.”
You push the skirt until it's bunched more or less around her waist, her arched ass now fully visible. You lean in and kiss one cheek, then the other, feeling the soft skin against your lips. Lower down, her exposed pussy, looking wetter by the minute, dripping slightly between her thighs.
"You really are soaking wet," you say, dragging your thumb lightly across her pussy lips just to see her reaction.
Asa shudders and pushes her hips back against your hand. "Told you I'm horny as fuck," She doesn't sound embarrassed in the slightest. "I've wanted to give it to you ever since Ahyeon told me everything. I almost snuck off to the bathroom to get myself off like three different times during the party."
"Then we better get started."
Your first move is spreading her cheeks apart with both hands, exposing the tight pink hole between them, clenching slightly at the touch of the cold night air. You lean in and drag your tongue from bottom to top in a single motion.
Asa reacts with a jolt so sudden she nearly escapes your hands, kicking back like a startled pony - however un-erotic that comparison might be. Her legs tremble, her hips twist, and she lets out a sharp little yelp of pure surprise.
"Fuck!" She laughs nervously, gripping the back of the couch. "What the hell was that-"
You hold her hips firmly, keeping her in place, and say, "Hey, don't move. Stay still."
"Sorry. It's just I didn't expect it to feel like that. You caught me off guard," she pants, trying to reposition herself. "Go easy at first, please."
You return with your tongue, slower this time, tracing wet circles over her hole, feeling the ring of muscle clench beneath your mouth. Once you sense she's adjusted to the sensation, you press the tip of your tongue against the entrance. Asa responds with a moan, and this time she doesn't try to escape. Her thighs shake, but she makes an effort to hold position like a good girl.
"Oh, fuck," she murmurs. "That's - god - what a weird feeling. But it's good. A good weird. Keep going, babe."
You lick, suck, work your tongue against her hole the same way you did with Ahyeon last week. Getting everything wet, letting the spit drip down, laying the groundwork. With each pass of your tongue her body responds differently, and gradually the tension in her muscles yields. Asa starts to relax, pushing her ass back against your mouth instead of pulling away from it.
"I didn't know it was this sensitive back there," she says, her breathing starting to hitch. "Like, I'd use a finger sometimes when I was touching myself, but nobody's ever- You know- Done that with their tongue before. Jesus... Fuck.”
"That feel good?” you ask before going back in.
"Mm-hm," she breathes. "A lot. Please don't stop.”
You keep obeying the birthday girl's wishes, alternating between licking her ass and dropping down to suck on her drenched pussy, which makes her moan louder and arch her back deeper. The silence that had filled the living room now gives way to the sounds Asa produces, plus the wet noise of your mouth working on her.
"Are you gonna tell Ahyeon about this?" you ask, glancing up at her.
Asa laughs, breathless, glances back over her shoulder, and grins. "Obviously I'm gonna tell her. Gonna rub it right in her face. 'Did you know he fucked me too? And, just so you know, it was way better. He even came back for seconds.’ She's gonna freak the fuck out.”
You smack her ass, cutting off her smug little laugh. A pink mark starts to appear on the skin almost immediately.
"You're such a shameless little show-off. What kind of girl gets fucked in the ass for the first time and the first thing she wants to do is tell everyone about it?" you ask.
She lets out another little laugh.
"Me."
You shake your head, unable to hold back a smile, then give her other cheek another smack so they're matching.
"Ow!" she yelps, still laughing. "Yeah, I'm a show-off. So what? Thanks to me, you get the privilege of taking my anal virginity. I could've auctioned that off for millions, babe.”
"Yeah, alright, enough jokes. Now I'm gonna start with my fingers," you warn. "Relax for me, okay?”
You bring your index finger to your mouth, get it properly wet, and bring it back to her hole already slick with your spit. You press slowly, feeling the resistance of the tight ring. Asa's body goes rigid like stone.
"Easy," she says, and for the first time, you can hear the nerves beneath all that bravado. "Seriously. Go easy on me. If you hurt me, I'm gonna kill you."
"I got you," you murmur, easing your finger in a millimeter at a time. "Just breathe. Don't clench.”
Gradually she releases the air trapped in her lungs, her body softening, and your finger begins to slide inside slowly, until it reaches the last knuckle. Her hole is absurdly warm inside, clenching around your finger.
"Fuck, you're really tight in here," you comment, moving the finger slowly in and out.
"That's because nobody's ever used it," she says (or tries to. The sentence comes out through clenched teeth). "Everything back there is brand new. Enjoy it.”
You keep working the finger slowly, giving her body time to adjust. Little by little, the tightness gives way, she finally opens up to you, and her moans grow softer and more frequent. When she seems ready, you add a little more spit and bring a second finger in beside the first.
"Ow, ow! Wait," Asa moans, tensing up again. "It's starting to burn."
"I know. But you need to open up, otherwise my cock won't fit," you explain, keeping both fingers still for a moment. "Wanna stop?"
"No, no!" she answers quickly. "Keep going, please. Just go really slow, okay? I'm delicate."
You almost laugh at the audacity.
Returning your attention to Asa's ass, you now move both fingers together, spreading them apart gradually in a scissoring motion, stretching her hole. The moans never stop; they just shift in pitch, low and continuous, following every movement. Suddenly, she reaches one hand behind her, slides it between her own legs and starts rubbing her clit. Her pussy so wet that the sound of her fingers against it is actually audible.
"It's better like this," she murmurs, her fingers circling between her legs. "When I touch myself up front, everything relaxes in the back. Keep going."
Both fingers glide in and out of Asa's ass at a steady rhythm, and she's starting to lose control. Her hand between her legs speeds up, fingers circling her clit in relentless stimulation, and the moans leaving her mouth are growing increasingly unhinged, dangerously loud in the dead quiet of the night. You feel the walls of her hole clamping around your fingers with every motion, her entire body trembling and arching in response.
"Wow, okay... It's starting to feel good now,” Asa moans, pushing her ass back against your hand. "I can feel your fingers all the way up front. I swear, it's like I can feel them through everything.”
"Yeah?" You smirk while rotating your fingers slowly inside her. "You're enjoying having your little hole stretched open, huh?"
"I'm loving it," she admits between short pants. "If you keep this up I'm gonna cum, and I'm not even kidding. Your fingers in my ass and my fingers on my pussy - fuck! - what a perfect combo."
But that's not what you want. Without saying anything, you begin pulling your fingers out slowly. Asa notices immediately and protests with a frustrated grunt, her hips trying to follow your hand on pure reflex before she can accept the loss of sensation.
"Nuh-uh," you say. "I want you to cum with my cock in your ass, not my fingers."
Asa looks over her shoulder. Her eyes burning with want, her face completely flushed. "Fuck, babe... then quit teasing and fuck me already.” There's no more playfulness in the delivery. It's just the plain, raw desire of a girl who needs her cute little ass fucked. "I'm ready. You got me all opened up. My hole's so fucking wet - just put your cock in me already.”
You push yourself off the couch in one smooth motion. Your thumb pops the button, you yank the zipper down, and in one quick pull, your jeans and boxers are around your thighs. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing, the swollen head already glistening.
"Come here," you call. "Spit on it."
Asa turns around on all fours on the couch and faces you, her eyes dropping to your cock. Her mouth parts slightly, surprised, and for a moment she does nothing but stare.
"Holy shit," she murmurs. "Ahyeon had this thing inside her?"
"Yep."
"I get why she was acting all smug afterward,” Asa says, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, feeling the weight in her hand. "No wonder she was walking around with that stupid little grin. You must've fucked her real good... Jesus, this thing is thick.”
"That's why I prepped your hole properly," you reply. "Now spit."
Asa nods with a dirty little grin, gathers saliva in her mouth and spits directly onto the head of your cock, watching hypnotized as it slides down the length. She closes her fingers around it and starts stroking slowly, spreading everything, coating every inch. Her hand moves up and down, squeezing with perfect, practiced pressure, staring at your cock with the focus of someone utterly devoted to it.
"Feels nice in my hand,” she comments, rubbing her thumb across the tip and spreading the precum. "Hard as fuck. Ahyeon knew exactly what she was doing when she decided to tell me, you know? She was trying to provoke me. Made a point of saying your cock was one of the best she'd ever had. Wanted me thinking about the dick that fucked her. My best friend's dick."
"And it worked?" you ask, your cock throbbing in her hand.
"Yeah. It worked," Asa admits, giving one last firm squeeze. "I was so fucking jealous.”
Then she spits again, more saliva running over your cock. Spreads it all with her hand until it's completely slick and shining. Only then does she lift her face toward you, the corner of her mouth pulled up in that mischievous smile you've known for years.
"Like that, daddy?" she asks, putting on an innocence so obviously fake that only a slut like her could pull it off.
You feel your cock jump in her hand.
"Yeah, perfect," you confirm. "Good girl. Now turn back around."
Asa smiles, pleased with herself for finding the right button, and repositions herself on the couch. Her back to you again, knees spread on the cushion, spine curved and her cute little ass arched up. The pink hole slightly open from the prep, still wet with spit. The slickness that dripped from her soaked pussy trails down in thin threads between her thighs.
Behind her again, you hold your cock with one hand and slide the head between her cheeks, grazing lightly against the tight little hole. Asa shudders the instant she feels, for the first time, the real contact of your cock against her ass.
"Hey. Relax."
"I am relaxed, damn it," she shoots back, though her body tells a different story. "Just put it in before I start overthinking it and lock up.”
You press the head against her hole and push slowly. The pressure builds, increases, the ring of muscle yielding millimeter by millimeter, and the sensation is absurd. Tight in a way that makes you hold your breath. Asa makes a choked sound and grabs the back of the couch hard.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she lets out in rapid succession. "Stop, stop, stop! Don't move! Let me breathe..."
You stop with just the head of your cock inside, feeling her squeeze and pulse around you. Asa breathes deep, her small chest rising and falling with the effort.
"It's thick as fuck," she murmurs. "Ahyeon took all of this? What a whore."
"Wanna stop?"
"No," she answers fast. "No, absolutely not! Just let me get used to it. Keep pushing, but slow. Really slow, please."
You push another centimeter. Then another. Asa's hole opens around your cock, swallowing you slowly, and with each progression she makes a different sound. A moan. A gasp. A quiet curse. For you, the sensation is overwhelming, hot, impossibly tight, her ring clenching behind the head of your cock with every millimeter of advance, it takes a herculean effort to simply not bury the whole thing inside her ass.
"More," she asks when you hesitate. "Put it all in. Slow but all of it. I want to feel your whole cock in my ass."
You continue, millimeter by millimeter sinking into the tightest little ass you've ever fucked, until your hips press flush against her cheeks. Your entire cock buried in Asa's hole, every inch embraced by that hot, pulsing grip. She releases the air from her lungs all at once, her head dropping forward, dark hair hiding her face, sweat trailing down her spine, tracing every vertebra before disappearing into the fold of her waist.
"Fuck," she murmurs. "I feel everything. I feel your whole cock in my ass. God, this is insane - I can't even breathe."
You stay still, letting the moment belong to her as she adjusts. Her hole pulses around your cock, clenching and relaxing in involuntary waves, and gradually the tension in her body gives way. Her thighs stop trembling so much. Her breathing becomes more controlled, less ragged, her body finally settling around you.
"What was Ahyeon like the first time?" Asa asks suddenly, looking over her shoulder, face flushed and expression curious. "Was she like this too? All tense and stuff?”
"She had a little less trouble," you answer honestly, running your hand over her ass, caressing the warm skin. "But that's fine. Everybody's different. You're doing great too."
"Oh, of course she had less trouble," Asa grumbles. "Easier when it's not actually your first time, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Babe, you seriously think Ahyeon was an anal virgin? Oh, please.” Asa declares, rolling her eyes, and the indignation adds extra color to her already red face. "She'd probably taken it in the ass from half the city before you. She just played innocent so you'd feel bad for her and fuck her. Perverted bitch.”
You laugh and smack her ass hard enough to make a sharp crack, drawing a gasp from her.
"Hey, don't talk about her like that. She's your friend too."
Asa moans at the slap but laughs right after, saying, "She is my friend, yeah. But in this specific department she's my rival," she retorts as if it made perfect sense. "I'm well within my rights to question her anal integrity. It's a competition. She started it when she came bragging to me.”
"Stop being so petty, Asa."
"Fine, whatever." She adjusts her knees on the couch, settling in better. "I won't talk shit about your other little slut anymore. Daddy's favorite girl. Happy?”
"Close enough.” You shake your head, laughing.
Asa laughs with you. It lingers for a moment before trailing off into a quiet exhale. She looks down, absently biting the inside of her cheek, and when her eyes find yours again, her face is somehow gentler. Her dark gaze is steadier, more attentive. Slowly, she reaches back and wraps her hand around the wrist resting on her waist.
"Hey," Asa murmurs. "Seriously now... thanks for saying yes to this. This is what I meant before, you know? About it having to be someone special. Someone I trust." She bites her lip, taking a second to find the right words. "You know what you're doing. You're not trying to prove anything. You're not hurting me. You're letting me go at my own pace, and..." She hesitates, then lets out a small, nervous laugh. "I-I wouldn't trust anyone else to put a cock in my ass. That's what I'm trying to say. Yeah. You're... you're amazing.”
You slide your hand along her waist, your thumb tracing slow circles over her warm skin. "That's what friends are for..." you reply. "I guess.”
Asa lets out a short laugh, shaking her head before hiding a smile as she turns to face forward again.
"Yeah, I guess so," she agrees, rolling her hips gently against you, her hole squeezing your cock with the motion. "Anyway, sentimental moment over. Now keep fucking me. Go for it."
"Alright. I'm gonna start moving," you warn.
Slowly, your hips pull back a few centimeters and push forward again. The movement is slow, but the sensation draws a long, deep moan from Asa. You repeat the pattern: pull back, push in. Pull back, push in. Each thrust a little easier than the last, her hole yielding a bit more, molding itself to your cock.
"Yes," Asa moans, pushing her ass back against you. "Just like that, daddy. Put your hands on my waist, hold me tight."
Both your hands wrap around her slim waist. The few times you've touched her there, it was always in innocent contexts: posing together for a photo, guiding her through a crowded party, or in some casual gesture of affection between friends. Now, though, you pull that same waist back against you with every thrust, making her ass collide with your pelvis in a rhythm still slow but firm. Asa's hole is already completely slick, gliding along your cock with an ease that increases with every stroke.
“Fuck my ass, babe,” she breathes through clenched teeth. “Yeah, right there! Fuck - what a fucking perfect cock. Now I totally get why Ahyeon acted so cocky. After getting fucked by this dick, I'd be cocky too.”
You drive in deeper and she gasps, then laughs, almost beside herself.
"You like taking it in the ass, Asa?" you ask, gripping her cheek with one hand while you fuck her.
“I fucking love it, she replies, pushing her hips back against you. “I should've let you do this sooner. I thought it'd hurt a lot more, but it feels so damn good. Feeling my best friend's thick cock stretching me open, taking me nice and slow - fuck, it's so damn hot."
You increase the pace just enough to give her something new. The walls of her ass grip your cock with every thrust in a squeeze so intense you need to focus to not lose control. Asa, growing bolder by the minute, grinds back on you, rotating her hips in circles while you pump in and out, and her moans shift in tone, deeper, rawer, even better to listen to.
"Yeah, fuck me like the little slut I am,” she says, glancing over her shoulder for a second just so you can see her smirking. "That's what I am, right? Your dirty little friend taking it up the ass on the couch after the party.”
"You always were," you reply, spanking her ass. "I just never got to see it for myself.”
"And you like what you see?" she teases, grinding harder. "You like fucking your friend's virgin ass? Nobody else has ever had this privilege. Just you, daddy.”
"It's perfect," you admit, driving into her again and drawing another loud moan from her. "You've got the best ass I've ever fucked.”
"Better than Ahyeon's?!" asks eagerly, and you almost laugh because of course she'd ask that while you literally have your cock stretching her ass open.
"No comparison," you answer, and it's the truth. Asa grinds in a way Ahyeon never did, plus her hole is hotter and slightly tighter - now even you're questioning Ahyeon's "anal integrity" (add one more conspiracy theorist to the group).
"Ha, take that, bitch,” Asa declares to no one in particular, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "Honestly, it's not even fair how much better than her I am at literally everything.”
And while she goes on bragging to herself, your hips never stop working, maintaining a steady rhythm, feeling every inch of Asa's ass clenching around your cock. Her small firm cheeks bounce with each thrust, then spread when you decide to palm both apart with your hands to watch your cock sliding in and out of her. Her hole gapes for a split second with each withdrawal before enveloping your cock again, a sight that is, to be uselessly honest, the most obscene thing you've ever witnessed - not because of what it is, but because it's her.
For a while, you keep fucking her at an easy, unhurried pace, one that doesn't ask too much from either of you. It's almost like tenderizing a cut of meat with a mallet; blow after blow, never rushing it, letting the fibers slowly loosen and surrender beneath each measured strike, until the whole piece grows softer under steady, patient pressure. Every thrust opens Asa up a little more, easing her wider, getting her thoroughly stretched and accustomed to your cock, until it's finally time to give in to the freedom those relentless rolls of her hips and the way she presses her ass back against you seem to be pleading for.
Asa's moans also find their own rhythm: constant, separated only by brief intervals, broken now and then by whatever filth decides to escape her mouth, "Fuck... your cock feels so fucking good," she groans, her fingers tightening around the arm of the couch "It's filling my little hole completely. I can feel you so deep, you know that? Every time you bottom out, I feel every inch of it. It's driving me fucking crazy.”
"You feel incredible to fuck," you tell your best friend, hands squeezing her ass "Now I get why every guy and girl who's ever slept with you got obsessed, wanting more. You're simply built to be used like a fuck toy, and I mean that as the highest compliment."
"And I feel extremely flattered hearing that, babe," she responds looking over her shoulder, face completely overtaken by lust. "Your cock is stretching my whole ass out and I love it, I love being used by my best friend. Give me more, give me every inch of that dick, babe."
You fire off a sequence of faster thrusts and Asa moans loudly with each one, her entire small body rocking on the couch. After several pumps you slow down and stay buried inside her, just feeling her hole pulse.
"Now that you're nice and stretched out," you murmur, giving her ass a slow, affectionate stroke, "how about you ride me for a while? Set the pace. I wanna feel you move however you want.”
Asa's eyes light up at the idea, the answer coming without even thinking, "Yes, daddy!” She beams, already excited. "Let me ride your cock for a while. I swear I'll make you feel so fucking good.”
"You know, maybe it's the horniness talking but I like hearing you call me daddy," you admit, running your hand down her back.
"Yeah?" she grins, playful, wiggling her ass with your cock still inside. "Then that's what I'm calling you from now on. Whenever this cock is inside me, you're my daddy. Deal?”
"Deal," you answer.
Holding the base of your cock, you begin pulling out slowly, watching the thick length sliding gradually out of Asa's hole, every fraction of withdrawal drawing a soft little moan from her, the tight ring clinging to your cock as if refusing to let go. When the head finally slips free, her hole winks, clenching and opening to the air. Your best friend's little hole, untouched just half an hour ago, is now flushed, slick, and slightly swollen from your use. Asa keeps her ass arched toward you on purpose, as though she knows exactly where your thoughts have gone.
And she knows it. A dirty little thing like her knows exactly how wrong this is.
Truth be told, that's exactly what turns her on.
"Like what you see?" she teases, giving her hips a playful sway. "That little hole belongs to you now, daddy.”
You don't bother answering her. The look in your eyes already tells her everything she needs to know. Shaking yourself out of the moment, you ease back onto the couch, getting comfortable as your cock stands hard against your stomach, still glistening from her.
Asa gets on her knees on the couch and turns to face you. With one hand on your shoulder she moves and straddles your lap, one knee on each side of your thighs, her slim body with the skirt still bunched at her waist and the strapless top letting one nipple peek out. She looks down at your cock and bites her lip before her hand drops to grab it, positioning the head against the hole that was just fucked. She takes a breath, presses her forehead to yours, and then starts lowering herself slowly.
The tip presses against her entrance once more, her tight ring giving way much more easily this time, though it's still snug enough to draw a long, helpless moan from her. Asa's eyes roll back as half your cock slips inside, her eyelids fluttering while every muscle in her body focuses on not tensing up as you're slowly worked back into her. She keeps lowering herself until she's fully seated, your entire length buried inside her, your hips pressed flush together.
"Holy fucking shit," she moans, trembling on your lap. "In this position it goes deeper. Feels like your cock grew three extra centimeters."
She stays still for a moment, just breathing, letting her body adjust naturally. Then she starts to move. Slow at first, searching for the right rhythm, lifting her hips a few centimeters and dropping back down, feeling every millimeter of friction. Her face twists with pleasure on each descent.
While she finds her rhythm, your hands travel up her body and grab the edge of the strapless top. You yank it down in one go, the fabric sliding smooth on sweaty skin to reveal her tits. Small and proportional to her compact frame, with pink stiff nipples you spent the whole party watching press against the thin fabric.
Asa glances down at herself - still lazily grinding against your lap - and asks with a smug little smile, "So? What do you think?"
"They're cute," you say, your thumbs brushing lightly over her nipples. "They really suit you."
"Knew it," she says, grinning. "Flat is justice, damn it. You don't need huge tits to be hot."
"I've never said otherwise."
"That's why you're my kind of guy," she murmurs, leaning into your touch. "Go on... squeeze them for me, daddy.”
That's what you were about to do anyway. Your hands rise between you, grabbing both tits, fingers working the nipples, and Asa, feeling your touch, closes her eyes and picks up the pace. Her body responds to your touch by rising and falling with more energy, her hole gliding along your cock in a way that makes you clench your jaw. It doesn't take long for Asa to show she knows what she's doing, using her whole body to ride you, especially the strength in her hips, creating those small impacts of skin against skin that echo through the room with every hard drop.
"I bet Ahyeon can't ride dick like this," Asa pants. "Come on, admit it. I ride you way better, don't I?"
"You do," you admit, giving her nipple a squeeze. "Way better. Just don't tell her I said that."
"I knew it! Oh, and wanna hear something funny? Ahyeon actually asked me for riding tips once. Like, she literally asked me how I do it. So I taught her, obviously. I'm a good friend after all."
"No shit?"
"Dead serious. I'm the one who taught her how to ride. And then the ungrateful bitch goes and uses what I taught her to take it up the ass from my friend? The nerve." Asa sinks lower as she rolls her hips, clenching around you in the process and drawing a groan from your lips. "At least now I'm showing you how it's actually done. My student rode you like an amateur. Daddy's favorite little slut does it like this."
"One of these days you're gonna have to explain this whole rivalry thing between you two," you say, your hands resting on her waist.
"Oh, there's a lot of lore behind it," Asa replies, planting both hands on your shoulders to give herself more leverage. "It all started when she stole a guy she knew I had a crush on."
"You never told me that."
"'Cause it's kind of personal. It's between me and her. I'll tell you later."
"When's later?"
"After you fill my ass with cum and I'm sitting on your lap with your cock still inside me. Then I'll stay all cozy with you for a bit, feeling your cum inside me, and I'll tell you everything. Deal?"
You laugh at the sheer casualness with which she says something like that.
"Well... okay. Works for me."
Asa smiles and starts riding you with renewed enthusiasm. Her body never stops moving - her small breasts bouncing softly, her slim waist rolling over your lap. You can tell she's past the adjustment phase now, completely used to taking you, every descent smooth and deep. Never breaking rhythm, she shifts effortlessly between slow circles, straight bounces, lazy rolls of her hips, and short grinding motions, switching from one to the next without missing a beat, and the constant variety is enough to drive you crazy.
"Am I doing a good job, daddy?" she asks between pants, gazing into your eyes.
"You're incredible," you answer, squeezing her waist. "My good girl. Keep going."
"Yes, sir," she says, picking up the pace. "I'm gonna ride this cock until you fill my tight little ass with hot, thick cum. That's what I want for my birthday - an anal creampie from my best friend.”
Then, as if it's the most natural thing in the world, Asa leans in and kisses you. And for the first time in all your years of friendship, it's a real kiss; open-mouthed, her tongue meeting yours, warm, soft, and everything it shouldn't be. Years of quick pecks at parties, affectionate two a.m. texts, and playful flirting never came close to preparing you for this. The reality of her mouth on yours is rawer than you ever imagined. She tastes faintly of alcohol with a hint of something sweet - probably the frosting from the cheap birthday cake she picked up. Her quiet moans melt into the kiss, vibrating against your lips as she never stops moving.
She pulls back just enough to keep her forehead resting against yours, still breathless, her eyes bright as she lets out a dazed little laugh.
"Fuck... I can't even- Like, a few hours ago we were just getting drunk, acting like idiots at my party. And now I'm bouncing on my best friend's dick, calling him daddy." She laughs again, half in disbelief, half completely into it. "But it feels so good. So wrong and so fucking good." She shakes her head with a breathless smile. "I'm so turned on I can't even think straight. Your cock's actually in my ass. Like..." She lets out an unsteady breath, still smiling in amazement. "This is so fucked up. I love it."
"It's fucking insane for me too," you admit, your hand slowly trailing down her sweat-slick back. "You're the one girl I always swore I'd never make a move on. I spent years telling myself our friendship meant too much to risk - and now I've got my best friend riding my cock.”
"So? Regretting all those promises you broke?"
"Not for a second.”
Asa rewards your honesty by grinding harder, deeper, her hole tightening around your cock in a way that makes your hips lift off the couch. The intensity is building, the rhythm accelerating, and her breathing is getting shorter and faster, the climax approaching.
"I'm close," she confesses, gripping your shoulders hard. "Gonna cum, babe. Gonna cum with your cock in my ass - holy shit. Can feel myself tightening up.”
Her hand slips between her legs, fingers finding her clit as she keeps riding you, drawing out a different kind of moan this time - lower, rougher, the kind that only comes when an orgasm is closing in. Your hands stay firm on her waist, lifting her up and pulling her back down with almost ridiculous ease, her light frame making it effortless to set the rhythm. And Asa gives in the way only she can. True to her word, she never does anything halfway. If she's going to feel it, she feels every last bit of it. If she's going to cum, her whole body cums with her.
"Cum for me, daddy," she whimpers, grinding herself back against you as her fingers work her clit even faster. "Cum nice and hard for your dirty little slut of a best friend. The best friend who's been dying to spread her legs for you. The one who got jealous of Ahyeon because she wanted to be the one taking this cock." Her voice catches on a moan. "And now I am - fuck - now I'm taking it so fucking good!" She rocks back harder. "Now fill me up. Fill my ass with every last drop.”
"Fuck... I'm close," you groan. "You're gonna make me cum."
"Yes! Fill me up," she moans, her ass tightening around your cock. "I'm your dirty little slut now. Your slutty best friend who's gonna let you fuck her ass whenever you want. Fill me up, daddy. Please. Every fucking drop.”
She grinds faster, harder, riding your cock with growing desperation, squeezing around you with every thrust. The pleasure has been building for far too long - ever since she lifted her skirt and showed you how wet she was, ever since she told you that you were the one she wanted to fuck her ass. Asa doesn't stop talking. She doesn't stop moving. Her hole keeps clenching and relaxing around your cock in a relentless rhythm, pulling you closer and closer to the edge right along with her.
"Give me your cum, daddy. Give it to me give it to me give it to me-”
You grab her by the hips and pull her down hard, burying your cock to the hilt as you cum. Deep. As deep inside Asa's ass as you can possibly get. Thick, hot ropes flood her from the inside, each pulse making her hole tighten around you. The feeling is almost unreal. Her impossibly tight ass milks every spasm out of your cock while you keep her pinned against you, holding her there as you empty yourself completely, letting every involuntary squeeze draw out the very last drop.
Asa feels him spill inside her, the unmistakable rush of hot cum flooding deep exactly the way she begged for it. That, finally, pushes her over the edge. It happens in beautiful stages. First, her whole body goes rigid, every muscle tensing all at once. Then the shaking starts - hard, helpless tremors rippling through her as her thighs quiver in your lap, her hole fluttering around your cock, her eyes rolling back until only the whites show. Mouth open but soundless, until a long, hoarse moan finally tears free from somewhere deep in her chest.
You wrap your arms around her trembling body, feeling her convulse in your lap, and Asa digs her nails into your shoulders, hard enough that she's definitely leaving marks. You can already feel the sting, though the adrenaline dulls most of it. The orgasm keeps rolling through her in waves, each one making her clench around you all over again, tighten all over again, and for a moment it feels like it's never going to end.
But it does. And when it finally does, Asa melts against you. Her forehead comes to rest on your shoulder, her whole body going limp, deflating like a balloon that's lost all its air, her breathing so heavy you can feel her chest rising and falling against yours.
"Fuck," she murmurs hoarsely against your neck. "Holy shit... That was- Like..." She lifts her head to look at you, eyes half-glazed, the shock of the ecstasy still there. "I felt it go through my whole body. I'm serious. From my toes all the way to the top of my head. Never came that hard before."
"For real?"
"Yeah. Strongest orgasm I've ever had. Jesus." She lets out a weak, satisfied laugh. "My first time taking it in the ass, and that's what happens. Guess I've been doing sex wrong…"
"Happy to help you find your new favorite hobby," you say, chuckling. Asa smiles.
But she doesn't get up, though. She stays on your lap, your cock still inside her ass, the hot cum filling the space between you just like she said she wanted. Her body feels feather-light against yours, sweat and perfume mingling in the air as her breathing gradually slows, the two of you lingering there without either of you feeling any need to move.
"Hey," Asa says after a while, still leaning against your shoulder. "Maybe this doesn't have to be a one-time thing."
"What do you mean?"
"We could keep doing this. Fuck every now and then." She gives a small shrug. "I think it'd be nice."
"Like friends with benefits?"
"Yeah. Friends with benefits." She looks up at you. "What do you think?" Her hair sticks to her forehead, her lips are swollen, her lipstick completely smeared - the face of someone who just made the riskiest decision of your entire friendship... and doesn't regret it one bit. "No dating, no expectations, no drama. Whenever we're in the mood, it's just you and me. Sound good?"
You don't even have to think. "I'm in."
"Nice," she says with a smile, leaning in to give you a quick peck. "Mind if I stay on your lap a little longer? It feels nice like this. Cozy."
You wrap your arms around her, pulling her small body close.
"Sure. Get comfortable."
"Thanks," she murmurs. "Seriously. This was the best birthday present I could've asked for. Better than the juicer. Better than the party. Better than everything."
"Anytime," you reply, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Anything for the birthday girl."
Asa closes her eyes and snuggles a little closer. The darkness in the room is already beginning to fade, slowly giving way to the pale light of dawn spilling through the windows. Outside, the chorus of city birds is the first ordinary sound you've heard in hours (after what felt like an endless night of Asa's moans) - the quiet prelude to a brand-new morning.
"Daddy," Asa murmurs against your shoulder, followed by a quiet little laugh.
You chuckle too. "Yeah... now that we're not horny anymore, hearing you call me that is kind of weird."
"I know," she says. "Without the whole sex thing, it sounds really fucking weird. Let's keep that one for the bedroom."
"Deal.”
Then Asa's stomach growls out of nowhere, cutting right through the moment. She glances down at it with a look of pure betrayal before sighing.
"I'm starving," she complains. "Burned way too many calories getting my ass fucked. Need a snack before bed."
"I'd offer to order something, but I don't think anything's open yet," you say.
Asa barely hears you, already looking around the room for something.
"Hang on..." she murmurs, frowning. "Where'd I leave the rest of my cake? There was, like, half of it left. I remember seeing it on the coffee table during the party." She points across the room, where the coffee table now sits empty. "Yeah, it was kinda shitty and dry, but it'd absolutely hit the spot right now."
"Hmm," you mumble. "About that..."
Asa goes still on your lap. "What?"
"I'm pretty sure I saw somebody leaving with a tray," you say, trying to piece together the hazy memory. "Must've been around three in the morning. I was in the kitchen grabbing another beer when I saw someone heading out the front door with it."
"Who?”
"No clue. Some guy in a striped shirt. I think he was one of Ruka's friends.”
You watch Asa slowly close her eyes, her face settling into the expression of someone who realizes they're fucked - and not the kind she'd been enjoying five minutes ago. She presses her lips into a thin line, takes one slow breath through her nose, then lets it out through pursed lips, “Fuck.”
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