ᘏᘏ thirsty bunn thursdays
male reader x choerry (artms/loona) ※ more of my works on fanprose
“Daddy—daddy—daddy~”
She’s on her back, knees apart, ankles around your waist, eyes already wet. The bedside lamp catches the small gold cherry pendant you gifted her this morning. She’s wearing nothing else.
“Yes, baby?” You’re inside her, and your cock coated in her needy slick, and you’re not moving.
“Please move, daddy.” Her hips lift. “It’s my birthday, please don’t tease me too much.”
“I know it is, baby.”
“Then move~” She pulls you closer with her ankles. “Please, daddy, please. I’ve been a good girl all year.”
“Have you? Have you really, Choi Yerim? Or do you want me to remind you what you did over at Heejin’s house when we visited last month?”
“Eeeeeh. It was just a quickie. I’m sure Heejin didn’t mind. I’ve been good enough, daddy.”
“Good enough?” You start to move, slow. You sink in deep, and her mouth opens in that round shape you chase. “Good enough for what? Heejin heard all your moaning and screaming back then, I’m sure of it.”
“I’m sure she enjoyed it as well, daddy. Come on~ It’s my birthday. I’ve been good enough for you to cum inside me multiple times today and breed me, daddy~”
“Ok. Is that your wish?”
“Well… That was wish number one.”
“Then let’s get it done. Seems you have multiple wishes for your birthday.”
You continue your assault on her tight cunt. The pendant slides across her sternum. You feel her clench around you on the second stroke.
“Don’t stop—please, please, don’t stop.”
You don’t stop. Actually, you go faster. You set a rhythm, and the sensation awakened something in her. When she’s really deep into pleasure, she starts talking during sex the way other people pray.
“Oh god. Oh god, oppa. You’re going so deep. I’m nearly cumming, oppa. Oppa—I’m… Daddy… I’m—”
“Already?”
“It’s my birthday.”
“I know, baby, and I’m going to make you cum over—” One stroke. “—and over—” Another. “—and over until you can’t handle it anymore.”
Her eyes roll back. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Daddy! Choerry’s cumming. Choerry’s co— oh god, fill me up, fill me up daddy, please daddy, please—”
She moaned hard, screamed actually; she cums hard around you. Her thighs clamping and her back arching and her hands grabbing at the sheets. You’re not done, but she’s already begging through the orgasm: inside me, please daddy, inside me, it’s my special day, give it all to me daddy, breed me, and you decide tonight’s rules are her rules. You bury yourself to the hilt and come inside her on your first climax.
She makes a sound when she feels your seed spilling inside her that you’re going to remember for the rest of your life.
“Mhmmm. Oh my god, oppa.” Her hands come up to her own stomach. “I felt all of that. Gosh, I want more of it; that was so addicting, oppa. This might be my best birthday ever.”
“We haven’t even really started, baby.”
“That’s what I like to hear, daddy~” Her face changes. She’s grinning now. Her makeup is already running. “Oppa, please don’t pull out yet. Let it stay there for now.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Good because I want you to breed me again after this.”
“Yerim…”
“What?” She’s looking up at you with the wettest eyes you’ve seen. “It’s my birthday wish, remember?”
“Alright.”
“For my birthday.” She lifts her own knees to her chest, slow. The bottom of her stomach is already glistening. “Knees-to-chest. Make me feel it everywhere daddy. Yerimmie wants to see her belly move with you inside her.”
That does it. You feel yourself harden inside her again before she finishes that thought.
You stay buried. You push her knees the rest of the way, her ankles by her ears, her body folded under you. The angle is criminal. The first stroke from this position makes her eyes go completely white.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuuuck.” Her moans sound like chants.
You start moving, and you can feel yourself in a different part of her now, deeper than you can be in any other position. She looks down at her own stomach and her face changes once more.
“Oppa, Oppa, look. Look at me.”
You look. Her stomach is moving with every stroke. Actually moving, the shape of you visible through her abdomen, sliding up and down with the rhythm. Her hand presses there. Her own palm bulges out as you push in.
“Oh god, daddy. You’re so huge inside me. You’re actually ripping me apart. I love it.” She’s crying now. Tears of joy streaming out of her. “Breed me, daddy. Spill your seed inside me some more. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy~ Birthday girl needs to get bred.”
You fuck her harder. She’s not making coherent words anymore. The bulge in her stomach moves with you, and her hand stays there feeling it, and her other hand has found your forearm, and she’s holding on like you might disappear.
“Oppa, I’m there again, daddy, daddy, fill me up, fill me up, pleaseee, fill your wife up, give it to me, give it to me, please please please please—”
“Where do you want it again, baby?”
“Inside. Inside, please, only inside—”
“Where again, Yerim?”
“In my fucking womb, daddy. In my fucking womb. Give it to your wife. Breed me. Knock me up, daddy. It’s my birthday. Fill me up and breed this birthday girl. Please please please—”
You cum inside her so hard your vision blurs. She cums around you at the same time, her hands clamping on her own stomach, feeling you pulse, and the sound she makes is half-scream, half-prayer, and full-ecstasy, and you’re completely sure for the second time tonight that you will never love anyone else.
“Oppa.”
“Yes, baby?”
“That was so fucking good.” Tears running into her hair. “This is the best birthday ever, oppa. You’re so good to me.”
“I’m glad.”
You start to pull out, and she clamps her thighs around you.
“Nope. Don’t. Not yet. Stay inside, daddy. I want to feel both loads sitting in there.”
“Choerry. Baby.”
“Just for a minute. Please. Then I want to ride you next.” She smiles. “This is another wish of mine for my birthday.”
You roll. She comes with you, never letting you slip out, knees finding the mattress on either side of your hips, hands flat on your chest. Her hair falls forward. Her stomach still has the slight curve of two loads inside her.
She rocks forward. Slow at first.
“Look at me, my hubby.”
You look. The lamp catches her sweat and the pendant that swings against her chest.
“Are you watching?”
“I’m watching, my wife.”
“I want you to see this. I want you to see your wife taking care of her husband. Her only one true lifetime wish.” She rolls her hips, and her eyes flutter, and she grins through it.
She starts to ride. Her thighs flex. Her tits bounce. The bulge in her stomach lifts and falls with every drop. You put your hands on her hips, and she puts her hands over yours.
“No need, daddy,” she breathes. “Use me freely tonight, hubby. I do all the work tonight. You just stay there and fill me up when I ask.”
“Yerimmie.”
“Choerry’s working. Choerry’s working hard for her present, daddy.”
She rides you in increasing tempo, “You’re so fucking deep, daddy. So, deep. Fuck. I love your cock, daddy. I love it. I love feeling it inside me. I love feeling all your cum still inside me. This is the best birthday ever. I want round four. No. Round five. No. I want more, daddy. I want to pass out with your dick still inside me.”
And you start feeling yourself nearing again, for the third time, and she sees it on your face, and her grin widens.
“Mhmm. Third one.”
“Choerry—”
“Third one’s coming, hubby.” She drops harder. “Give it to me. Right where the other two are. I want them all mixing inside me. I want to leak when I walk to the bathroom tomorrow morning. I want you to look at me when I do and remember it was you who put it there.”
You cum for the third time, and she sits down on you and stays there, hips grinding small, milking you further than you can muster. Her hand goes to her stomach again. Her eyes find yours.
“Best birthday ever.” She leans down, the pendant brushing your chest; then her body goes heavy on you, slow, peaceful. She passes out with a huge smile on her face. You kiss her temple before you follow her.
“I love you, Choi Yerim.”
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The sun shone through the window to Karina and Josh's bedroom, glowing a bright orange in the Saturday afternoon light. It was going to be another hot day, judging by the warmth the sun was creating and that meant another hot night.
Of course, it wasn't just the heat that was going to make it a hot night, Karina thought as she was looking through her closet trying to find something to wear. Tonight Josh was having his poker night and Ben was coming over to play. Not only the game she thought with a small smile on he face, her boyfriend's friend would be taking a lot of special care of her.
It had only been a few days since their lustful encounter on the bed next to Josh. Even just the thought of it now made her want to cum. It had been so hot.
She thought about getting her vibrator out and releasing some of the built up lust that was clawing at her inside, until she remembered that she had threw it away as it no longer satisfied her needs. She had gone way past the point where sex was just all action. She had to have risk and erotic situations now to give her the biggest orgasms she could. Every time she had cheated on Josh, she had had a bigger and bigger orgasm. The more risky and naughty, the hotter the fucking and the wilder the climax. She was addicted now. It wasn't that Josh was a bad lover, she thought to herself as she picked up and discarded a pink sports bra, he was amazing at sex and the best boyfriend she could ask for. He just couldn't give her the erotic illicit action she needed. He loved to be risky too, but even the riskiest sex they had ever had couldn't beat the orgasms she had received lately.
She was looking forward to the fucking that Ben would give her tonight while everyone else was playing poker. She loved the stories of husbands or boyfriends betting their women in poker games and losing them so their friends could fuck them. She fantasized about Ben winning her that night and either taking her to their bedroom and fucking her while Josh knew what was happening down stairs, or Ben just fucking her right in front of her boyfriend.
The thoughts made her loins tingle even more. It wasn't like she was horny from not having sex lately, not this time; she was just addicted to the hot sex now. It had become almost like a drug for her. The more she had it and the more she pushed the illicit boundaries further, the more she needed it and the more illicit things became. For instance, Josh's boss loved fucking her, and although she didn't like the old man and was far from attracted to him, she couldn't resist it because of how hot it was.
Part of my BLACKED Baddies shorts, see my masterlist for more chapters.
1.2k words.
Karina's eyes widened at the sight of an African refugees massive BBC. With a shaky hand she reached out to grab it, feeling the strong pulse throbbing against her palm. Her mouth fell open when she began to stroke, watching it flop in her hands a bit, realizing he wasn't even fully hard.
Karina gasped, drooling as she stroked with both hands. She felt the carpet against her knees, and the touch of his ebony thighs around her torso. She leaned forward, pressing her pursed lips to the head to give it a tender kiss.
Her tongue pressed forward, tasting her first black cock, inhaling the musk that filled her nose. Her right eye twitched and she felt the thoughts within her head melting into a a warm wave of bliss rolling down her spine.
Hawk tuah! Karina spit on that thang and covered it in a layer of glistening sheen that her hands stroked into the dark African meat. Her lips wrapped around the head, eagerly parting to let it slide across her wet tongue and into the back of her throat.
GLUCK! GLUCK! AAH! GLUCK! She started to blow him between loud gasps for air. She could only fit half into her mouth, stroking him desperately with both hands covered in her own spit. The bull groaned, placing both hands on her head to hold her in place, preventing her from lifting off of his BBC.
His hips thrusted upward, jamming his big black cock into the back of her throat with force. Karina let out a muffled scream, but the bull kept going, grunting as he used her throat like a fleshlight for his own pleasure.
Her hands slapped at his thighs and abs, begging him to stop, but only motivated him to keep going. "I'm here to fuck all the women!" he groaned, pushing Karina down on his cock until she was gagging violently, her eyes rolling back until they were nearly solid white.
He gave her cheek a slap, then released her and watched Karina gasp for air, her chest heaving as she sat back against the coffee table behind her. Her throat stung as she panted, wiping the spit from her chin that had soaked into her black REFUGEES WELCOME shirt with a black fist in the middle of the Korean flag.
The bull stood up and grabbed her hair in his hand, motioning for her to follow him. "No!" he said when she tried to stand up, "I'll walk you like the slut you are."
Karina crawled on all fours beside him, following with her heavy tits sagging down against the fabric of her shirt. Her pale, naked ass in the air swayed side-to-side as he led her across the room, passing by other bulls who were hammering black cock into screaming Korean women.
The sliding door of the patio opened and Karina felt the hard concrete against her palms and knees as he led her to a beach chair and pointed for her to get on it. Karina climbed up and felt his hands on her waist, flipping her onto her back.
"Let me have those big ass titties," he said, pushing the shirt up to reveal her braless, pale, fat tits. He slapped his wet BBC between them and Karina moaned deeply, feeling the power and heft of his black cock as it thumped against her soft skin.
"Mmm, fuck my big Korean tits!" Karina blurted out, lifting her hands to the sides of her chest to press them together around the ebony pole between them.
Karina watched a pair of hands coil around the bulls sides, and then the face of Giselle smiling down at her. "That's it, fuck those big tits," Giselle said to him in a soft, encouraging voice. "They're what you came here for, aren't they? Big asian tits and tight little Korean pussies to breed."
The bull groaned, his hips thrusting back and forth between Karina's fleshy melons engulfing his dark cock. She felt the head poking at her neck with every thrust, peeking out from under the top of her shirt and occasionally trying to slip under her choker necklace.
Karina's head spun with lust, her toes curling the moment that Giselle lowered her face to her pussy to start licking it. Karina let out a long, low moan of satisfaction, closing her eyes and arching her back.
Giselle shoved a couple fingers in without warning, working them back and forth inside Karina, her thumb working circles on her sensitive clit to drive her mad. Karina breathed deeply in sharp breaths, her thighs beginning to shake, chest turning red.
The bull reached down with both hands and wrapped them around her neck, his thumbs pressing the head of his black cock against her throat as he fucked her busty chest. Karina's eyes rolled, but the grip on her squishy boobs never relaxed, and she kept them pressed hard around the BBC pumping between them.
Karina let out a moan, kicking her foot as Giselle shoved her tongue into her cunt, drilling into it with her fingers and nuzzling her nose right up against the clit. It was too much for Karina, her head was swimming, and she felt like she would pass out from the pleasure.
The bull pressed down harder and Karina felt his weight on her throat, choking her until her cheeks turned a rosy red hue. She wanted to grab at his wrists, but she kept her hands around her tits, refusing to let go until he told her to.
The bull groaned as his BBC slipped under the choker, pinning his head in place as he began to spurt a series of hot ropes across Karina's chin and neck. She felt the pulsing his shaft, the flowing hot ropes of cum shooting up her chin before running down her neck and into her dark hair.
He gave her a few more pumps, then pulled his BBC back and slapped it wetly against each breast before leaving her and Giselle. "I'm gonna..." Karina panted, pinching her nipples and twisting them, pulling her sagging breasts upward with a scream.
Karina began to squirt all over Giselle's face, coating her lips and tongue, and Giselle ate it up hungrily while continuing to lick and finger until Karina fell limp with rolling eyes.
Giselle crawled up Karina's body, hovering over her with cum dripping from her lips and chin, glistening brightly. She lowered her head to lick the cum from Karina's neck, lapping it up and ending with a soft bite into her flesh.
She dragged her tongue along Karina's throat, up her chin, and then to her lips, sliding into her mouth to deposit the bull's load. Karina's eyes rolled in circles, she moaned deeply, a hand reaching up to pull Giselle in deeper.
They swapped the load back and forth with sloppy open-mouthed kisses, their tongues twisting together, pushing against each other, lips meeting until the cum had all been swallowed.
Giselle pulled back and caressed Karina's cheek, looking deep into her eyes. They kissed one last time, and Giselle grabbed a handful of Karina's left tit to squeeze as she did so.
The night was still young and the black breeding party had just started, there were more men inside waiting for their welcome to Korea, and the two of them were more than happy to give it to them.
"Let's get these big black cocks," Giselle grinned, taking Karina by the hand to lead her back to the party.
A simple SinB fic for SinB day, and today she's very needy.
Length 2.3K
SinB x Mreader
SinB sat at home, wondering what to do. She had nothing planned, and while she could go out, she didn't particularly want to. As she turned over in bed, she looked at her nightstand. On the little table were her toys, various dildos and vibrators, shamelessly sitting there. SinB debated using them, but there was little desire to do so. A toy was good and all, but right now SinB felt like it wouldn't be enough; she wanted the real thing.
The young woman huffed. She reached over and grabbed her phone. She flicked through pictures and opened apps, going through everything in her boredom. Then she saw something that caught her eye. It was a cock, a long and thick one. She wasn't shocked; on the internet, people got around to posting things they definitely shouldn't have, and they'd be banned for it. Still looking at it, it piqued her interest. Then she read the caption, which was asking for someone to fuck in their area. Better yet, it was close to SinB; she recognized the address. SinB made another account; she wouldn't be caught using her own to direct message someone. She took a deep breath and began typing out a message. She saw what she liked and wanted it. SinB might not have known what kind of girl you were into, but she figured with a cock like that, someone submissive might seem better. SinB could play any role, so it didn't matter that much. Once the message was sent, she took a deep breath. Hopefully, she would get a message back soon. In a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, she got an immediate response. She was a little shocked to hear back so quickly, but it was all for the better. She had an itch that needed scratching.
You and SinB chatted, exchanging quick pleasantries before getting down to business.
“So you’re looking to fuck?”
“Yeah, I really need a big fat cock right now.”
“I’m going to need to see a photo,” you text. SinB furrowed her brow; she didn’t exactly want to show her face.
“Is a body shot okay?”
“That’ll work, but I want it nude.”
“Fair enough,” she thought to herself. This was for the purposes of fucking, and they’d see each other later. SinB stood out of bed and walked over to the floor-length mirror. It was a good thing she was already naked—a small perk of sleeping in the nude. SinB gives a quick peace sign before snapping the picture. She looked it over quickly, making sure her face wasn’t visible and nothing of note was in the background. Once she was sure, she sent it over to you. “I’ll be wearing a mask during this. As much as I need you to fuck me up with your cock, I don’t need anyone to know what I’m doing.”
“Fine by me, but I’m going to need one more picture, from the back this time.” SinB rolled her eyes at the request. At this point, she thought she was in for a penny, in for a pound. She turned around and snapped a picture of her backside. The picture was sent, and then the two of you began discussing details. “Can I come over now?” She asked. The response was an immediate yes. Finally securing a fuckbuddy. SinB started to get dressed. The young woman didn’t bother to wear panties or a bra. They wouldn’t be of any use anyway.
Dressed, SinB went on her way to your home. She did have to make a quick return to grab a mask. In her haste, she had nearly forgotten to put one on. She was right, the place was nearby. The moment she stepped into your home, you commanded her to strip down. Considering you were already naked, she had no problem with it. The young woman’s eyes were glued to your stiff cock. You hadn’t lied about what you were packing, and for that, she was thankful. She was also thankful you happened to pop up on her feed. You lead the young woman to your bedroom and take a seat on the bed. “Crawl for me, let me see what I bagged.”
SinB was glad that what lay before her matched the pictures she had seen. She smiled behind her mask and dropped to her knees. She crawled toward you, keeping her back arched and hips swaying. She would be happy to service you. She wrapped her hand around your length, her thumb tracing one of your veins. She moved along your shaft, watching your cock intently. She was getting wetter just looking at it. A handjob wasn’t going to be enough. “Go on and suck it. I see that look in your eyes.”
SinB smirked. She knew she had a terrible poker face when it came to sex. SinB inched closer to you. She pulled the bottom of her mask and stuck her tongue out, the slick tip appearing to you, dripping saliva onto the tip of your cock. She moved lower, concealing your length as she wrapped her lips around it. It's like a disappearing act with the mask involved. Your cock disappearing into the young woman’s moist and warm mouth. You groan, enjoying the experienced mouth of your new fuck buddy. She moves along your shaft, reaching the base with a little effort. It turns you on the way she chokes on your cock, the small gags, and the teary eyes as she forces herself to stay near the base.
You remember her opening messages and take advantage of this opportunity. You place your hands on the sides of SinB’s head and start thrusting your hips, fucking her face with increasing pace. SinB relaxed her jaw, letting you do as you pleased. There was something about having a cock being rammed down her throat that turned her on. Her hand went between her legs, finding her sopping cunt. She rubbed her clit, going in small circles. SinB’s moans were muffled at times, but you could tell she was trying to speak. What she said didn’t matter because you both knew she wanted this. The young woman placed her hand on your thigh, gripping it tightly as she got closer to cumming. “You love being facefucked, don’t you, you little slut.”
“I love it. I love big fucking cocks,” SinB tried to say. It was all but impossible with your cock still ramming the back of her throat. Her eyes shot open for a brief moment as you held her to your crotch. Then they slowly fell, half-lidded as your thickcum poured down her throat. You pulled out a bit, letting the young woman enjoy the taste as it filled her mouth. You might not have been able to see it, but SinB’s cheeks were hollowed out as she sucked as hard as she could, wanting every last drop. Even once your orgasm has ended, SinB keeps sucking, bobbing her head a few more times before leaving it with a pop.
The young woman makes sure to adjust her mask, keeping it over the lower half of her face. Her eyes never leave your cock, though, even after cumming, you were still hard.“Fuck, you really know how to treat a guy’s cock right. Why don’t you climb on up and ride this thing?”
SinB climbs onto you. She squats above your cock, her hand wrapping around your slick shaft as she aligns her aching cunt with you. “I’ve needed this all day.”
“Then go on, ride this fucking dick like your life depends on it.” You bring your hand to SinB’s ass, making her suppress a moan. She giggles before lowering herself. The young woman cranes her neck, eyes shutting as she relishes the sensation of your cock stretching her entrance. The head was splitting her apart, and as she took more into her warm folds, SinB’s voice trickled out. This was just what she had been craving. She took your cock deep into her needy cunt, stretching it to its limits. SinB let out a loud groan. She was absolutely stuffed. You were pressing against her womb. The young woman pushed on her knees to lift herself. It was difficult, though; her walls were clamping onto your cock, refusing to let it go easily.
“C’mon slut, bounce on this dick,” you tell her, spanking her ass. SinB drops onto your cock one more time. The vice grip she has on you feels incredible, along with the warmth of her core. The pace she was moving at, though, left a lot to be desired. “I’ll do it myself,” you tell the young woman, grabbing onto her waist. You begin to bounce SinB on your cock, with a little force, you can easily slide her along your length, her slick walls still desperate for your cock. SinB grips your arms, moaning constantly. You watch her small tits bounce along with her, her soft flesh jiggling.
You begin to thrust into her, adding to the pleasure she feels. “Fuck, fuck,” SinB grunts. She places her hands on your chest, supporting herself as you drive yourself into her. “I-I can’t–cumming!” SinB cries out, her walls clamping down on your shaft. As SinB cums on your cock you slip your hands under her legs and around her back. You slowly rise to your feet, keeping yourself connected to the young woman. You walk over to the windows, pressing her against it as you ram your length into her womb. SinB cries out. She presses her hands against the glass; her feet are by her head as you fold her in half. The only support she has is your hands on her ass. She feels your nails digging into her flesh, and your rough thrusts bring her to the edge of another orgasm.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes! Yes! It’s exactly what I wanted, what I needed.” SinB shouts, more moans spilling from her lips with every thrust, the sound filling the room along with the clapping of your bodies.
“Yeah, tell me all about it.”
“Toys can’t even compare to the real thing. A real fucking cock doesn’t stretch me out and fuck me until I can’t feel my legs.” SinB’s head rests against the glass, her core tightens as her orgasm approaches, and as much as she tries to hold it back, it becomes impossible.
“A toy can’t cum inside you either,” you remark, burying yourself inside her fertile cunt. SinB lets out a low groan as your cum is pumped into her body. You feel her walls flexing around your cock, dragging every drop of cum out of you. “Such a tight cunt, I bet you want more, don’t you?”
“Please, please, fill my slutty pussy with more cum,” She mumbles. You bring SinB over to the bed, turning her onto her stomach and raising her ass into the air. You bring your hand down on her ass once more; the few strikes you’ve given her already have her skin turning a bright red. “More,” SinB groans, shaking her ass for you. You smirk as the young woman asks for more punishment. You bring your hands down on her cheeks, watching her ass recoil. You deliver more strikes, alternating which cheek gets hit. SinB keeps her face to the mattress and ass raised high, each hit had her biting her bottom lip, pleasure building from each stinging hit.
She took a deep breath when the spanking finally ended. Then she cried out as you pierce her with your length. You hold onto her waist with one hand as the other grabs her hair. You pull her head back as you drive your cock back into her. SinB has drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, soaking her mask as you drive her crazy. Each thrust makes her lurch forward. When you pull her back, you match it with a thrust, making sure each time you ram into her womb.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” SinB mumbles, her body tingling all over. She could only focus on the sensation of your slick cock sliding in and out of her, pushing your cum out of her cunt to make room for more. As your cock began to throb, SinB tried pushing her ass back against you. She had little strength, though at the moment, she was nothing more than a toy for you to use, and she had no problem with that. The itch that had been bothering her was finally gone, and on top of that, she found someone who could be a great fuck buddy. The moment you buried yourself inside her, SinB reached another peak, her vision blurring as you came inside her again. Your searing cum poured into her womb again. If she wasn’t on the pill, she was certain you would get her pregnant with the amount you were pumping into her. Even with your cock inside her, it began to flow out of her abused cunt. Her pussy is left gaping as you pull out and spurt the last of your cum onto her back. SinB lets out a shuddered sigh. She felt content. You take a seat beside SinB, looking at your work.
After some time, SinB regains enough energy. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah, now why don’t you take a little walk of shame, go back home with my cum on your back?”
“Okay,” SinB said with a giggle. SinB slowly got up, her legs wobbly as she dressed herself. The amount of cum you poured into her left the crotch of her pants wet, and her backless shirt made it quite obvious what she had done. “How about I come back in a couple of days?”
“Deal.” With that, your little tryst with SinB was over. She walked out and began the walk back to her home, hair sticking to her forehead, and large splotches of cum on her back. She would consider today a success. She didn’t even care if people noticed her right now.
A few years ago, my wife found a cyst growing in the folds of her vagina lips that she was too afraid to go to the doctor for. It kept growing larger because she was too embarrassed to go and have it checked out. When I finally forced her to go to the doctor, it had grown enough that it needed to be surgically removed. It has been two years since the surgery, and she still claims that it hurts. So much so that we rarely have sex anymore. When we do, she says it hurts, and I feel guilty when I ask. I turned inward and hid my emotions and disappointment that our marriage had taken such a turn. She'd never really enjoyed sex, but she says she gave in so I wouldn't feel neglected. Other times, she'd lay a pretty heavy guilt trip on me and leverage it to get something out of it.
I had grown sullen and depressed, and my wife would tear into me about it, saying, how did I think she felt? Over time, our eighteen-year-old daughter had taken notice of our arguments. She approached me one afternoon while her mother was at work. She'd asked me how I was doing. When I told her that things were rough since she got hurt, I tried to sound positive and said that we'd get through it. That's when my daughter, Iroha, told me that she thought mom was faking so she wouldn't have to have sex. When I asked her what gave her that idea, she told me that she'd caught Mom masturbating and that she keeps a dildo in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. I immediately went to look, and sure enough, there was a ten-inch dildo under her nightie and body lotions.
I was at a loss for words. I was heartbroken. My wife had been lying to me because she didn't want to have sex with me. Anger, rage, and betrayal all flooded my mind and quickly led to thoughts of leaving her. Iroha sat on the edge of the bed next to me, telling me that she didn't want to be from a divorced home. She said that she'd be willing to help out. That she'd do anything to keep us together. She hugged me from the side, pressing her large breasts into my shoulder. She snorted when I asked what she thought she could do to save our marriage. She sank to her knees at my feet, looking up into my eyes, saying, "I'll do anything to keep you from leaving us, Dad."
I surveyed a canyon of cleavage as I looked down, watching my little girl staring up at me with pleading puppy dog eyes. She slid her hands up my thighs to the zipper of my pants. I sat in utter shock, frozen as she unzipped my pants. Iroha slipped her hand in the opening of my boxers to fish my penis out of my pants. She blushed at its size when she finally freed my trouser snake.
My cock is a modest eight inches and was likely the biggest that she'd ever seen. "Let me help you, Daddy," she whispered as she took my cock between her lips, sucking me erect. Her head bobbed as she swirled her tongue down the length of my shaft. My little girl sucked my cock until I released my seed into her mouth. I could hear her gulp as she swallowed my cum. It had been so long that there must have been a gallon of it.
Once she finished swallowing every last drop, she rose to her feet, wiping her lips. I stood there wobbly kneed, uncertain whether to thank her or not. When I opened my mouth to speak, she stopped me, saying that she was glad to do it as long as it kept me from leaving the family. She hugged me and said, "Let me know when you need me to help you again," as she left the room. I was left dumbfounded. Iroha had just sucked my cock to keep me from divorcing her mother. I was stunned and aroused at the same time. Iroha let me know that she was available for sex when I needed her.
My cock was swinging in the breeze as I followed her down the hallway to her room. I walked into her room just as she sat on the foot of her bed. I don't remember doing it, but I had shed the rest of my clothes by the time I had gotten to her room. I never dreamed I'd ever be thanking my daughter for a blow job, but here I was. I thanked her and asked her what she meant. "I mean, I don't want to be from a broken home," she said. "And if that means that I have to take over for Mom, then I will. If she's going to be selfish, then I will fuck you. I will do anything to keep you happy."
Hearing my little girl say that she'd fuck me sent a tingle through my balls, and I started to get hard again. I was standing right in front of her, and she grinned when my pecker stared her in the face. She smiled as she stood and slipped her shirt over her head. She then stripped off the rest of her clothing and stood fully nude in front of me. She was absolutely gorgeous, all five feet of her. Her golden hair was tied in pigtails with little bows. Her slender body looked like an anime character with her life-preserver sized tits. She took my hand and pulled it into her clean-shaven vagina, pushing my finger between her wet puffy pussy lips. I leaned in and kissed her as my fingers penetrated her vagina. Our lips parted at the same time, and our tongues danced in each other's mouths while I slid my finger in and out of her slippery slit.
I swept Iroha off her feet, carried her around to the side, and placed her on the bed, climbing in next to her. I leaned over her, kissing her softly, thanking her for being such a loving and giving daughter. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy," she said, bringing her lips to mine, kissing me, and driving her tongue back into my mouth. "Dad, I'm not leaving for college in the fall unless I know you and Mom aren't going to split up," she said adamantly. "Otherwise, I will attend locally."
I cupped her breast, sucking the nipple as I slid my fingers back into her warmth. My thumb grazed her clit, eliciting a faint moan. I did it again and again, softly rubbing circles on her clitoris. I fingered her until she came. I wanted to pleasure my daughter as she had just done for me. I spread her legs and positioned myself between her thighs, kissing her glistening pussy lips. I slid my tongue between the folds of her labia, dipping it into her drooling hole, fucking her with my tongue. I raised her knees, laying her legs over my shoulders as I licked her to another orgasm. My little girl wrapped her legs around my head and began to hump my face. She grabbed my head, pulling it harder to her cunt as she drove her tight little twat into my mouth. She gasped as a powerful climax hit her like a ton of bricks. Her hips bucked and undulated until her climax ebbed. I tried to slip my fingers back into her pussy, but she pushed my hand away, saying, "No, Daddy. I want your cock in me. Get on your back."
I fell off the bed when I tried to lie next to her. I laughed, telling her that maybe it was time we got her a bigger bed. My baby girl crawled off the bed so I could lie down. She straddled me, dangling her breasts over my face. I grabbed her titties, pressing my face into her boobs, kissing and sucking them. Iroha slid her slipping slit on my cock, guiding its tip into her dripping hole. Her mouth gaped wide as she lowered herself onto my rigid member. She exhaled, "Ahhh fuuuck," escaped her lips as my cock bottomed out inside her pussy. I pointed her nipples together and sucked them in unison, flicking them with my tongue as she began to ride my cock. God, she was tight. Her twat gripped my cock like a python with its prey. It didn't take long before she was squealing with delight. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her as she continued to hump her hips on my dick. My baby girl grabbed the headboard as she pounded herself faster on my cock. I could feel her twat pulsing on my shaft as she was building to another colossal climax. Her cunt muscles gripped my shaft tightly as she climaxed, pushing me over the edge. "Baby, I'm going to cum!" I gasped.
"Go ahead, Daddy. Cum in me. Cum in my cunt," she hissed in ecstasy.
I grabbed her hips, thrusting my cock as deep as I could into her tantalizing tight twat. She came as soon as my steamy seed streamed into her cunt. "God, I'm cumming!" I groaned.
"Me too, Daddy. Me too!" she shrieked.
She started bucking her hips front and back, grinding the tip of my cock against her cervix as I filled her with my warm goo. She pulled a bit too hard on the headboard, breaking it. A loud CRACK echoed in the room as it snapped, hitting me on the head. The two of us continued humping each other, desperately trying to extend our ecstasy. Just as Iroha fell onto my chest in exhaustion, the head of the bed fell to the floor. "Jesus, Dad. What a way to make our first fuck memorable," she laughed as she tried to get up.
"Well, shit! How are we going to explain that to Mom?" she asked.
"Let's go and get you a new bed before mom gets home," I said. "Call it a thank you for fucking my brains out."
"That's what I was going to say," Iroha said as she wiped my cum out of her dripping hole.
"Oh, Sweetie. I'm sorry, I didn't even think about using a condom," I apologized.
"Dad, I've been on the pill since I was sixteen. Remember?" she asked.
We decided to go get my truck to work today from the plant where my wife works. She was working twelve-hour shifts, and I thought I would exchange vehicles and park the car in the same spot. Hopefully, she'd figure out what we did. As we were leaving the lot after exchanging vehicles, we saw my wife getting into a male coworker's car. We watched as her head quickly disappeared below the dashboard. Iroha and I sat in utter shock as the man reclined the driver's seat. Every once in a while, we would see the top of my wife's head bob up and down. Iroha fumed, calling her mother a fucking slutty bitch.
I drove closer to where they were parked and shut the truck off. We watched as my wife's head bobbed faster in the guy's lap. Iroha and I got out of the truck, leaving the doors open so as not to alert them of our presence. I realized that my wife was sucking her married supervisor's cock during their lunch break. She'd pulled her shirt up and undid her bra so the guy could play with her tit while she blew him. I don't know why, but I grabbed my phone and started recording just before Iroha knocked on the window, yelling, "You cheating slut. Fuck you, Mom, for wrecking our family!"
My wife's head came up just as the guy started blowing his wad. Streams of cum shot up, splashing off of her face. Her mouth dropped open in shock at being discovered with another guy's dick in her mouth. The guy's last spurt of cum landed on her on her lips as she screamed that she was sorry. The screams of my wife and daughter attracted the attention of other employees who were on break, and a number of employees approached to see what the commotion was about. Luckily, none of them pulled out their cell phones like I had. My wife scrambled to cover herself, slipping in the process, and smashed the guy in the nuts as she fell forward. He screamed in pain as my wife pushed down with that hand to raise herself off of him. She scrambled out of the car with her tits still out while the guy lay there doubled over in agony. "Oh my god!" my wife gasped as the CEO and the head of HR walked up. Both my wife and the dude she was blowing burst into tears when the CEO told them not to bother punching out. You're both fired! A couple of people in the back of the crowd clapped.
"Don't bother coming home," I told my wife as she pleaded with me.
"Where am I supposed to go?" she wailed. "He's married."
"He won't be when this goes viral!" I said, still recording.
"Pleeease noo," my wife cried after Iroha and I as we got back into the truck to leave.
I gave Iroha the keys to the car, telling her to drive it home and leave my wife stranded. I called my daughter, asking her to have my toolbox out when I got home. I was going to stop at the hardware store by our house and pick up new door locks for the house. My phone started ringing as soon as I hung up with Iroha. My wife was calling me, so I swiped to reject the call and sent it to voicemail. She called twice more than I sped to the hardware store. I answered the last call when my thumb accidentally bumped the answer tab on the steering wheel. I could hear my wife wailing over the phone. She must have inadvertently redialed me, as she was arguing with the guys about giving her a ride home. The guy told her to fuck off. He had his own problems having to explain to his wife why he got fired. I hung up as I pulled into the parking lot of the hardware store.
I grabbed two new knobs and deadbolt kits and quickly headed home. I wanted to change the locks before my wife had a chance to get home. I pulled into the garage and closed the door behind me. My darling daughter had used my screw gun and already had the front door deadbolt and door knob removed by the time I got home. She went to remove the locks from the back door while I installed the new locks. The whole time we were working to change the locks, our phones rang. First mine, then the house phone, and finally my daughters. I disconnected the house phone and then blocked my wife's number on my cell. Iroha listened to a couple of messages from her mom before she, too, blocked her mom's number.
After we finished, we put the tools away. I went upstairs to our bedroom and packed up a bunch of my wife's clothes into plastic garbage bags. Iroha tossed her mother's toiletries into a bag as well. We threw them on the front porch with a note saying, "I reported all of your credit cards stolen except the Visa. Don't bother knocking. Just take your shit and go!"
The icing on the cake was when Iroha came running out of the house with her mom's dildo and placed it on the stack of trash bags. As we went back inside, Iroha reminded me about the external keypad for opening the garage door. I went and ripped it from the door frame. "Fuck that bitch!" Iroha said in a Russian accent, like the movie we had watched earlier in the week.
About an hour later, we heard a car door slam. We peeked out the closed blinds and watched my wife and the guy load her bags into his car and leave. I sank back onto the couch, relieved that she didn't make a scene for our neighbors. I read through some of the text messages that my wife left before I blocked her number. They were pitiful, begging me not to post them anywhere and stating that I had already cost both of them their jobs. I showed it to Iroha, asking her what she thought I should do? "Wait until she pulls something, then post it," she said.
Iroha snuggled next to me, pulling my arm around her and wrapping her arms around me. She laid her head on my shoulder and squeezed me tightly. When I hugged her back, my hand accidentally cupped her breast. I gave it a squeeze.
"Thank you for today, Honey. I wouldn't have been able to control myself if it hadn't been for what you did for me today," I said, massaging her tit.
She slid her hand to my groin, giving my dick a squeeze, saying, "My offer still stands. You are going to need me more than ever now. Huh?"
"Baby, you shouldn't have to do that for me." I kissed her on the top of her head.
"I'd be doing it for the both of us. What you did to me today was amazing, and I want more. In fact, I don't ever want you to stop doing it with me," she said, stroking my penis erect.
Iroha lowered her head to my lap as she fished my cock out of my pants. Her pigtailed head started bobbing in my lap, and the image of my wife's head flashed through my mind. Iroha's pigtails bounced every time her head took another stroke. She sucked me until I was fully erect. That's when my little girl stood and asked, "Are you ready for me, Daddy?" as she stripped out of her clothes.
I shimmied out of my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. Iroha straddled my lap and pulled my face to her breasts. She held my head as she lowered her onto my cock. I suckled her nipples as my little girl bounced her twat on my dick. She pulled my face to hers, kissing me passionately as we fucked. Our tongues twirled and danced in each other's mouths. Iroha sucked on the tip of my tongue, swirling it with hers like she had been doing on my cock.
I thrust my cock into her, matching her every stroke, causing her to have the beginning tingle of an orgasm. She leaned back as she humped my cock, allowing me to resume sucking her nipples. Iroha wrapped her arms around my head, squeezing my face to her nipple as she came. She swirled and pivoted her pelvis as she ground her cervix on my rigid shaft. I clenched to keep myself from blowing my wad too soon. I even had to grab her hips to keep her from moving lest I lose my load. I held her still until the sensation waned.
Iroha climbed off my lap, turning her back to me. She sat on my lap, wiggling her hips as she tried to get the tip of my cock back into her slippery slit. She placed her feet on the cushion next to my knees as she leaned back against my chest. She began slamming her cunt onto my cock with long, steady strokes. The echos of our bodies clapping together filled the house. I grabbed her titties, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, cascading her into another climax. For a split second, I wondered where she'd learned this.
Her thrust became more sporadic and uncoordinated when she reached back and placed her hands on my shoulder so she could take longer thrusts. She took too long of a stroke on my shaft, causing it to slip out of her tight twat. On her downward thrust, my slickened snake slammed into her starfish. She let out a shriek but kept hammering herself on my cock. I reached around her and slipped two fingers into her cunt, fingering her til she came again. A warm gush of fluid coated my fingers as she climaxed.
In all the excitement, I couldn't hold back, and I blasted a load of cum up her pooper. I continued to thrust my cock into her until I emptied my nuts deep in her dumper. I kept fingering her twat until she couldn't take it anymore, and she pushed my hand away. I grabbed my shirt and tucked it between her ass cheeks as she slid off my cock. I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. I started the shower so we could wash off. I was a bit surprised when Iroha stepped into the shower with me. She took the bar of soap and began to wash my chest, washing her way down to my pubes. Her soapy hands stroked my cock and balls, scrubbing them of any remnant of our anal fuck fest. She smirked at me, asking if she'd done a good job. I nodded in the affirmative. "Good. Now you do me," she said, handing me the soap.
I lathered up my hands and let them wander over her luscious young body. I squeezed her breasts with my soapy, making them slip through my fingers. She giggled as I played with them like a little boy with a new toy. I knelt in front of her, letting my hands trail down her abdomen and finally to her pussy. I lathered up my hands again to wash her bald pussy, slipping my fingers through the folds of her vagina. I hesitated when my fingers neared her pussy hole. She nodded when I peered up at her. I slipped my fingers into her hole, washing it clean of from earlier in the day. She spun around, saying, "Don't forget the backside."
I slid my soapy fingers through her ass cheeks, washing her crack and sphincter. I noticed a bit of blood when I removed my hand.
"It's okay, Dad. It's normal for me after anal,"
"What do you mean, normal?" I asked.
"Dad. I'm a good Catholic girl. I know about the loophole," she giggled.
"Is that why you kept going when it slipped in?"
"Um, hum," she nodded. "I like anal sometimes."
I rinsed the suds off of her body and grabbed a bath towel to wrap her in. She, too, grabbed a towel and dried me off, spending a bit too long on my cock.
We wrapped ourselves in the towels and headed down the hallway to our bedrooms. She paused at her door before entering. "Where am I going to sleep tonight?" she said coyly as she looked through her bedroom door at her busted bed. "You broke my bed, fucking me earlier."
"Wait. I didn't break your bed. You were the one who yanked it apart." I jokingly replied.
"Yeah. Cuz your cock was giving me such a great fuck," she laughed as she took my hand and led me into my bedroom.
We crawled into bed and lay naked in each other's arms as we drifted to sleep.
A sip of espresso to calm my nerves. Gosh, the night view from this office is magnificent.
The company is in all time busy and I have barely time for myself. It is late at night but I can’t even end the day yet.
We just debuted a five-member boy group and they are doing pretty well, not explosive, but steady. We have a pretty strong company-stan now, thanks to our recent success—notably to I’VE.
I thought we would not need to overly depend on I’VE after debuting a quite successful rookie but I guess I was wrong.
Especially Wonyoung, she has become an irreplaceable asset to our company because of her explosive popularity growth in recent years. It comes with a setback though. The company tends to treat her special—she became the princess of STARSHIP.
The special treatments came with costs. Wonyoung pretty much can do anything she wants in the company and no one dares to stop her. Well, they
We thought it would cost us dearly in the future and today, I think I got an example of the potential.
Afternoon earlier, I got a report that the boy group had a dispute—no, a fistfight internally, with each other. It happened in the backstage. From what I heard, the problem is Wonyoung.
How? Apparently, one of them confessed that he was dating Wonyoung secretly after being approached by her but then, he saw his teammate was texting Wonyoung and flirting with her. At first, he confronted his friend secretly, saying that he was Wonyoung’s boyfriend, and asked that friend to back off. But, the friend also confessed that he is Wonyoung’s boyfriend.
In their head, there was no possibility that Wonyoung was two-timing them at all. They didn’t believe their friends were Wonyoung’s boyfriend and just said they were delusional about each other. The conflict heatened. First, verbally fought, and then they started using their fists.
I can’t fucking believe they broke the no-dating rule and on top of that, they fought in a public space. After I got the report about the fight for the first time, I used almost all the connections I had to stop the journalists from publishing news about it and it cost time and an enormous amount of pocket money. There were also people at the scene I needed to bribe.
“Jang Wonyoung two-timed her junior!” that’s a mega headline.
Wonyoung could lose her IT girl status and that means doom for our company.
But, that is not the worst part. Apparently, after a deep talk with the other members, the others also confessed that they were Wonyoung’s boyfriends.
The fuck! I kept exclaiming that this afternoon. Not two but FIVE! All of them!
I had solved the information leak problem but this case? It’s a whole different level. They didn’t know how to treat the case, especially since Wonyoung is involved and is integral. They are afraid to antagonize her. In the end, I told them that I would deal with this moral problem myself, my way.
And here I am, a 43-year-old man alone at night, sitting at my desk, waiting for those five-fucking-retard in my own office.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Ah, that must be them.
“Come in!” I said that calmly even though I was boiling inside.
Ah, my suit is a bit messy. I need to appear clean and intimidating—need to fix it real quick.
There they are, five flower boys I hate the most today, wearing their casual clothes, faces bruised, walking nervously toward me. They stand in front of my table, like six steps away and it looks like they aren’t brave enough to come closer because of my enraged face.
It’s quiet in a big space office of mine. Let this quietness tell them how mad I am right now. The fact that I haven’t had my dinner even makes me even angrier.
Hmmm... It has been a while and I keep looking at them. Should I address the situation now? Right. I think it’s enough intimidation for now.
“Well?” a single word from me makes them flinched. Either my presence is a demon or they know how fucked they are. “You know why I call you here?”
They nod.
“Because of me dating Wonyoung-noona,” I still can’t really differentiate all of them easily but I am sure he, the one in the middle, is the leader. Since he is used to answering for us on behalf of the group, he is confident to talk first while the rest of his teammate is scared like abandoned kitties.
“Who are you claiming that?” I think he is the main vocalist. “Does Noona confess to you?”
“No. But it is just a matter of time. She is too kind to me. She shows signs (that she is interested).”
“I told you that you are just being delusional.”
“And who are you to say that?” And that is the lead vocal. “Wonyoung-Noona is just sweet to everyone. Aren’t you being delusional too?”
“She is especially sweet to me. You can compare it! And how about you?”
“You are all just being pathetic. You! You read my chat with Noona and you see yourself we are being lovey-dovey. Wonyoung-Noona sends me her selfie every hour.”
“Text? We even go to restaurant dates together!”
Fuck! Brats! They are fighting in front of me? I don’t believe they are this immature. Great! Now they are grabbing collars.
*TABLE SLAM*
Yeah, now they are scared.
How immature. I expected it but I didn’t think it would be this worse. Word may not change them. They aren’t mature enough to behave professionally—what are the trainers doing? They should teach them better.
Maybe I should just skip the fancy words and straight to the point.
Time to show them this—a red leash that connects to something under my table. The eye-catching leash grabs their attention. I stand up and suddenly, there is a whining voice from under my desk.
At first, they are shocked that I am wearing nothing on my bottom but then, it escalates rather explosively in a few stages.
Their eyebrows raise extremely when a pair of delicate hands appear from under the desk and grab my waist. A woman appears and blows my dick aggressively. All they can see is the back of her head but the black straight hair that looks so maintained and shiny may give a clue.
The leash is attached to the collar on her neck and I see the boys look disturbed—this kind of stuff is still too extreme for them, boys.
“Listen,” when I try to walk, this girl doesn’t let me. She whines again, begging me to stay still. “I don’t care if one of you or even all of you date Wonyoung. But, I want you to see this first.”
Leaving my table, I walk and stop in front of them. What pops out next breaks their world. From behind my table, JANG WONYOUNG, the girl they are fighting for, is walking on all fours like a lost kitty in a shocking appearance.
She is in full black lingerie with breasts and pussy parts exposed. Butt plug in her ass. There are numerous colorful degrading words on her entire body, from “JANG WHORE-YOUNG” on her forehead, to “CUM RAG” on her butt cheek, to “ATTENTION WHORE” on her legs, to “BALL LICKER” on her chin, and lot others.
Wonyoung is drooling like a dog—it even drips to the floor. There is a load of cum she keeps in her mouth and another one leaking from her vagina.
I pull the rope and Wonyoung falls. But, she gets up on all four again and continues to walk toward me.
What she is looking at intensely is no other than my erect dick. She is frantically chasing after it.
When Wonyoung finally catches my legs and is about to blow my dick, I push her face. She falls hard but gets up immediately. Again, she chases after my dick. I push her for the second time with my right food this time—basically kick her down. Wonyoung is whining with a cute voice and face yet I know she is frustrated. Again, she gets up and chases my dick.
The boys are too shocked to even close their mouths. Some of them are even about to cry. The dreamy girl they dreamed behave like a big-time slut, my personal slut. I shatter their dream but I want to turn it into dust.
I finally let Wonyoung suck my dick and she does it rough and sloppy. Fast and powerful, she makes a pull and hard push. Cocking with all her might with doe eyes. Her entire body is trembling in excitement. Wonyoung’s sloppy blowjob is so so so loud, wet, and echoed throughout the room. When she sucks, she does it wholeheartedly till her cheeks sink and her mouth makes loud suction sounds—which almost sound like farts. Sometimes she even sucks my ball too with the same intensity.
“My, my... Wonyoung-ah, it’s rude to ignore my guests.”
Wonyoung turns her eyes to the boys. Her mouth is still busy blowing my dick and there is no change on her face. Not a dust of interest showing on her pupil. She stares at them soullessly while keeping her head bopping.
They are still speechless whether from the shock or they are naturally got horny—I see bulges on all their pants.
“Boys, meet my ‘girlfriend’. What? Texting? Flirting? Dating?” I said it with an insulting tone. Then, I pull my dick. Wonyoung doesn’t want to be removed. She hates it when I pull her hate; she wants to keep sucking my dick.
“Uhh~ Isa-nim~,” Wonyoung cutely complained that I forcefully remove my dick from her mouth. He really has an addiction to my dick. It’s her drug and religion.
I rub my dick on her pretty face wholeheartedly. Since her face is small, it is easily got buried by my dick. Like a dog chasing its tail, Wonyoung opens her mouth and mindlessly chases my dick Sometimes she can kiss it or even put a little part of it in her mouth before I pull it away. She smiles as if it is a game.
“I’m sorry if she behaves like a literal dog. It’s been a while since we met. I’m busy and Wonyoung too has a comeback. She worried that I didn’t treat myself better because of my busyness. So, Wonyoung kindly visited me and cleaned my dick that I haven’t touched since the last time she ‘clean’ it.”
“Ne~ Isa-nim. Ah, I always miss your big bulging cock~” she is drooling again while licking my dick.
“You keep calling me Director (Isa-nim). I’m the CEO (sajang-nim) now.”
“DON’T FUCK WITH ME!” one of the boys, I think the main dancer, suddenly yelled at me. “You must have drugged her and raped her to the point she is broken!”
Well, that’s the only explanation they can accept. No way that kind and beautiful senior they adore behaves like an animal. I see his words lit the fire in their eyes.
“R-rright! Who are you trying to fool, huh?”
“You rapist!”
They start mocking me. One of them was even bold enough to approach me and pull Wonyoung away.
“I-isa-nim!” Wonyoung looks so hurtful to be separated away from me. She stretches her left arm, hoping for me to pull him but I don’t.
“Let’s go, Noona. We are here. Let's get out of this. We will surely punish that shameless man for raping you.”
Wonyoung’s expression changes. She looks furious. Strongly, she slaps that boy who drags her in the face. He falls flat on the floor. Then, she spits on his face.
The slap makes the others shocked and shut their mouth. Another of their reality being shattered. That kind of "Wonyoung-noona" they thought was resorting to violence.
Forcing her away from me greatly enraged her. One slap to the face isn’t enough to cool her. Wonyoung then goes to the other four. She kicks one on the crotch, and another one on his belly. When she is about to punch the next one, he and the last boy fall on their own. They are scared by her violence.
I see them making stupid faces, realizing how stupid they are. Now, it is actually sunk into their soul that the kind girl they like is a nasty slut.
They are trembling before her. Her stare can kill them. That is how much Wonyoung loves my dick.
It feels ticklish to see how hard she defended me. My ego is getting bigger. I can’t believe this girl, the most trendy girl in the whole nation at the moment, is my slut.
I come and hug Wonyoung from behind. Instantly, her rage dissipates. She moans hard and shrilly.
“What with the sound?”
“Your cock is touching my butt.”
“And does that make you aroused?” Wonyoung excitedly nods. Her tongue licks her lips as she closes her eyes. When her body trembles just by the imagination, I can tell she wants my dick inside her so much. “Should I pull the plug and go anal.”
Wonyoung, once again, nods. Her nods are mixed with light gasps as if she is a literal dog.
I rub my dick just under her labia and I can feel she is dripping down there. Wonyoung’s nipples are hardening.
Both Wonyoung and I are towering over them who still lying flat on the floor pathetically.
Wonyoung then kisses me and I kiss her back. We are giving a show. Aggressive with our mouths, we stumble. Losing our balance. Wonyoung even has his right foot on one of them, stepping it hard on his chest.
I can see various feelings mixed through their facial expression. Frustration, sadness... and there is also jealousy.
Pure love my ass. Men are men after all. They must have dreamed of sleeping with Wonyoung.
What a bunch of hypocrites. Not that I hate it. But, it makes me even want to stomp at them harder.
“How about this?” I’m about to give a proposition. “I know you are all hypocrites and prefer honest men. If any of you ever imagined to fuck Wonyoung, take out your dick and stroke them in front of her,” I pull the plug that covers Wonyoung’s ass. “And maybe... I will let you do THIS!”
“G-GGAAHHH~” Wonyoung’s body is arching and trembled greatly instantly after I shoved my dick into her anus. She let out a loud shrilling groan. Her mouth is wide open. Wonyoung’s face is filled with joy. She can’t stop smiling when I start pounding her. “YEESS! AHHH AHHH! OOUUHH!!”
I see them drooling over Wonyoung once again. That reaction her petite body makes when I fill her with my dick turns them tense. Still, there is still no one who takes out their dick as I proposed. They still want to pretend.
“Wonyoung-ah~ Look at these boys. Aren’t they cute?” Wonyoung doesn’t answer. She is focusing on ramming her ass onto my crotch. “Do you want to fuck them?”
“SHIREO!!” short, loud, and hateful. Wonyoung feels so disgusted just by imagining it.
“Will you fuck them if I ask you?”
Wonyoung whining again. “Shireo~! Don’t make me do that, Isa-nim!”
“What if there is a reward?”
“Ahhh ahhh a-ahhh~ A reward? What?” she is expecting something.
“Maybe one week trip alone with me? You can do whatever you want with me.”
“Really?” she is baited—she likes the idea. “I want three hours of non-stop anal. Can you give that?”
“I’ll give you four.”
“A-ahhh~ And w-we will do that all day for one week?”
“At my personal villa. Indoor... or outdoor. Clanking our wine glass. Fancy stuff. Beautiful view. And... as promised, four hours of non-stop anal each round. We’ll fuck, rest, repeat.”
“Then YES! Yes! I want that!” Wonyoung looked blinded by the plan. “I’ll fuck them! I’ll really fuck them, Isa-nim.”
There, I set a game. The look in their eyes changed.
“Not so fast, Wonyoung-ah. We need to see their effort.”
While watching me annihilate Wonyoung's ass, they are thinking hard.
There... One boy took out his dick. Following suit, the others also unzip their pants and start stroking his dick. I strip their last dignity. Now they know each other better that they are just a bunch of horny boys. I take it as a team building because if they know each other shameful past, they will start respecting each other.
As they start stroking, I pound Wonyoung harder. She screams like a bitch and I shut her mouth with my right fingers. I feel the cum I told her to keep in her mouth is disappeared.
Wonyoung legs are weakened. Eventually, she drops. Her right knee is between the legs of one of the boys who look extremely intense as Wonyoung’s breasts are flapping violently just above his dick. He tries to sneakily touch her left breast but Wonyoung slaps his hand away.
“No one touches my girl until I said otherwise. Do that again and not only I force you to resign, but I will also shove your own contract straight to your ass,” Wonyoung looks happy that I take her side.
Getting rougher with my humpings, Wonyoung can hold herself straight. She puts her left hand on that boy’s chest while I pull her right one. All of them, especially the boy under Wonyoung, look stressed. Their libido must be sky-high but all they can do is stroke their dick.
But, I can still see a ray of hope. They think, if they amuse Wonyoung with their dicks, I will let them fuck her. No! Like I said, she is my bitch! My cum dumpster! Only I am allowed to use her holes. My promise? That’s just an empty promise. I can’t wait to spit it on their face—showing them who’s the boss.
But first, let me torture them.
“Wonyoung-ah~” I sweetly call her.
“Yes, Isa-nim?”
*SLAP*
I hit her right cheek. A hard slap that almost throws her body. Wonyoung’s cheek is bright red and a bit swollen. Her eyes are unfocused. I spit on her face and slap her again—this time on the left.
Again, I slap. One more time. Harder. Again!
Those boys look so irritated that I can do whatever I want to Wonyoung. Seeing the girl they like being slapped in front of them must be infuriating but they can’t do anything. Even if they help, Wonyoung will not appreciate it.
Both Wonyoung’s cheeks are swollen and red from my slaps. Her hair was messy and she looked about to faint. But, she just smiles at me. Wonyoung just likes anything I do to her body.
I choke her tight and strong. Those boys gasp. Come on, I dare you to stop me. They are hesitating, thinking it is just a kinky play. But, Wonyoung becomes harder and harder to breathe. They look so worried.
Wonyoung doesn’t say anything. Even though she smiles, she can’t hide that she is also hurt.
Laughing in silence, I release her. Wonyoung drops on that boy’s top but he is not sure whether to touch her or not.
Wonyoung is coughing hard and looking for air. That defenseless girl looks so fine and the boys know it. Tall, petite, pretty, and naked, I can see their dicks are twitching hard.
“Ugh!!” I pull the leash. Wonyoung’s neck is choked once again. Grabbing her hair, I shove her small face onto my crotch once again.
“Wonyoung-ah, I think you did a terrible job cleaning my dick. It’s still dirty.”
I haven’t cleaned my dick myself since forever. After Wonyoung became my slut, I only clean my dick and ass with her mouth. But, she was busy with her comeback and I think that was why she teased this boy. If it is an addiction, then what Wonyoung felt is the withdrawal symptoms.
“Really? Let me clean it again, Isa-nim,” even though she is tired after the kinky slaps, Wonyoung looks as thrilled as ever when it’s involving my dick.
“Right here. Look closer,” I said.
Wonyoung comes closer, walking on her knees.
“Eodi?” she said cutely. Her tired face looks playful as she dives into my crotch.
Wonyoung spits on my crotch and then sweeps it with her face like a rag, from my V-line to the part under my dick. With her cheeks, nose, forehead, and even her eyelids, Wonyoung uses any part of her face to sweep my crotch. Her face is now shiny due to how much she spat on my crotch.
Right, I haven’t had time to wash my butt properly too.
I lift my butt for a moment and put it on her face. My weight forces her down. Her body bends but does not fall. Without my order, Wonyoung already knows what to do. I feel her tongue freely rimming my arse. It is an awkward position—she, between my legs, with face buried in my ass. Meanwhile, my ball is sitting on Wonyoung’s head.
The boys look at me in envy. They start to stroke harder. I tease them by shaking my butt, rubbing my dirty butt crack on Wonyoung’s face.
Every time I go hard at Wonyoung, they are always torn between annoyed and horny. It is so fun to tease them.
Getting naughty, I slowly descend to my bottom. Wonyoung is surprised. She is pressed by my butt against the floor. From sitting on her knees, she falls on her back. Eventually, I sit on her face.
Without holding myself, I let my weight crush her face. Wonyoung’s body is trembling. I can feel her grunting on my ass. Her breathing starts to mess up. It’s the second time she choked on top of being crushed.
But still, even in this situation, I can feel her tongue licking my anus frantically.
The boys look like they want to eat me alive for going brutal on Wonyoung. But, no one tries to stop me. Their career is more important than what they call “love” LOL. They should see the idiotic face they make right now. Being exposed again and again, I will be embarrassed seeing myself in the mirror—if they are smart enough to realize it.
Huh? Crap. Her breathing starts weakening.
The moment I lift my butt from Wonyoung’s face, she gasps so loudly, desperately looking for air.
Still, she smiles at me.
I’m a bit tired and I think I have the boys occupied for quite a time now. Maybe I should finish the lesson.
“You guys...” they don’t answer back immediately. “... Lift Wonyoung for me.”
At first, they are hesitant but in the end, they follow my order with grumpy faces. They are dying to touch Wonyoung. I can see them trying to hide their excitement as they lift her up.
Together, they hold Wonyoung in front. As I ordered, they spread her legs wide, from end to end. Wonyoung isn’t that flexible so her legs are trembling like crazy when they force it to spread. Meanwhile, Wonyoung is grabbing their necks to stabilize her position.
Those boys become even more nervous as they are now skin-to-skin with Wonyoung. I can see their dicks twitching even wider by itself, almost like ghosts stroking their dicks.
Wonyoung looks at me flirty. Even though she looks dead tired and battered up, she can still put on a naughty smile to attract me.
I come and kiss her, eating her chin a whole. As I press forward with my lips, the boys are holding their position. The shakiness of Wonyoung’s position gives a unique experience.
Kiss breaks. Wonyoung’s eyes doe-d as our lips are separated. She licks the silver line made from our saliva. Her lips are shiny and a bit swollen after my aggressive kiss.
She looks so ready for my dick. Thus, I give her what she wants.
“A-aahh~”
What a lovely voice she makes; what a lovely expression she makes. It thrills me. Wonyoung has that lewd face that asking for abuse.
I pump forward. The boys are firmly holding their pose while Wonyoung is screaming moaning next to their ears. I can see their feet are shaking. Their heart is ripped even deeper and crueler, watching their dreamy girl behaving like that.
But, they are invisible to Wonyoung. All she sees is me.
“Ahhh AHhhH~ Ouuhh~ More~ More~ Give me more Isa-nim~” she sticks out her tongue, dripping saliva from its tip. Her eyes are rolling upward.
The boys become shaky. I can’t get a firm grasp but still finely stabbing my girl.
Wonyoung’s hug becomes tighter when I go harder as I go. Sometimes she hiss right through one of the boys' ears—the one that I can’t see because her body covers him.
They become mutes and just watch me abusing their dream girl with defeated faces.
I pump Wonyoung in fury. Her pussy is a bit loose than the last time I remember—maybe I shouldn’t have fucked her so many times. Still, it tastes like heaven. On top of her being young, her horny expression makes me passionate.
Constant and hard, I pound her. Pound and pound. Pound and pound. Wonyoung is loud despite being tired. Her hip starts twitching. I can feel her cum coming and dripping. This girl is helpless, can’t live without my dick.
My dick starts throbbing too and it gets harder and harder. I grunt. My muscles are tightened.
Then, it feels like I stretch a rubber band and let it loose. Following that brief sensation, I erupt a massive amount of cum into Wonyoung, filling her with my seed.
“O-ohhh~” I can’t stop myself from moaning through this heaven. Me and Wonyoung moan in sync.
What can I do is instinctively push the cum I store into her vagina. It keeps coming. Right, only she can make me cum this much.
After I feel I have unloaded all I have, I pull my dick. Apparently, my dick is still dripping cum.
The boys put her down. Wonyoung weakly sits. She checks her pussy and brightly smiles when she sees white thick liquid leaking from her pussy.
Doesn’t want to waste it, she sweeps the cum on the floor with her fingers and lick it.
“You cum so much, Isa-nim. What if I got pregnant again? It will be the fourth time,” she looks so worried that her body will change if she is pregnant.
“Then, get an abortion. Like you usually did.”
The boys aren’t even shocked anymore.
With everything that I have shown them, Wonyoung is a princess no more. The funny thing is that they keep stroking their dick, hoping they will get a turn—what a bunch of losers.
I am tired.
And hungry.
I sit on my desk next to my nameplate made from the finest wood with gold glitter—my pride. There is a single packaged corndog that my assistant had reheated by microwave for my dinner. Too bad it’s cold now. But still, I can still have it as my dinner. Right, I always love this street food.
While I eat the corndog, Wonyoung is cleaning my cum on the floor. She licks them deliciously and traces them back to me.
Without me realizing, I have cum spilled on my left toe too. Wonyoung just blatantly sucks my toe. Even when she has cleaned the small spot of the cum, she keeps licking my toe in detail—sweeping the gap between the toes with her tongue.
The boys are still there. Keep watching. Keep stroking. Holding their breath.
“That’s enough from me. You can flirt with Wonyoung or even date her for real but only I can fuck her. Now, dismiss!”
“B-but, s-sir...” they look disappointed. Of course, they expect me to let them fuck Wonyoung. I don’t need to address it back. What I just need to do is mock them with my victorious smile. They realize it’s just an empty promise. Foolish, hahaha.
The boys turn around and make their exit. Even their backs look pathetic.
Suddenly, I hear Wonyoung’s belly grumbling. Right, we’ve been in my office for hours. We still don’t have our dinner. I think I can share my corndog.
Wonyoung looks at me, looking at me stroking my dick, squeezing every last drop of cum in my dick. Apparently, there is still a lot. I pour my cum to the corndog as if it is a sauce. Put a lot lot lot of it until almost the entire upper part of the corndog is covered with my “special sauce”. Wonyoung sits her chin on my knee, waiting for me to serve my menu.
The size of the corndog is so big, almost thrice of my dick. Nevertheless, I feed her my corndog. Wonyoung opens her mouth as wide as she can but it doesn’t fit. With my strength, I force it in. Finally, it plugs in. Wonyoung can’t move her lips because of the size of the food. The white sauce smeared all over her upper lip.
After a great struggle, she can bite the corndog. I can see a stretch in her mouth. It’s too slurry for the mozzarella; it’s my thick cum, mixed with sausage, cold mozzarella, and the bread part.
Without realizing it, I am holding my breath watching her eat a mere corndog. Ah, this slut makes me hard again.
I'm not going to warn you. The first line should be enough to know what you are getting into.
Rei's pussy is a spire the way you slay it, your cock is a spire the way she
slays it. You could call it Slay The Spire 2…
But let's back up, there was a bit more before that.
The night started simply, Liz told you to BEGONE! So you went over to your best friend's house. You knocked on her door, she was half naked with her headphones on. Both excited and unexcited to see you, she dragged you in before you could think of an Escape Plan.
She pushes you to her bedroom, Lifting you up the stairs. You'd never guess what's on her computer monitor, hey at least she's on Aeonglass. She must be a Master of Strategy, where were you?
Oh yeah, the 'fucking' thing.
There wasn't any Prep Time. "You interrupted my gaming, so you will be my game." She groans, pushing you onto her comfy bed– adorned with all the Slay The Spire makeship plushies money could buy, "Understood?"
"Yes, Rei."
"It's the Reigent to you."
You are so not calling her that, she's quick to Expose her lower half in one go. Pattering over as she climbed over your face. More accurately you are Crushed Under the weight of Rei's pussy on your mouth, but that's more a blessing than a curse. You greet her instantly, letting her ride your tongue. There's No Escape from the pace she sets, fast and hard as all of her taste hits you.
"Know Thy Place!" She moans, rolling her hips, holding on to the headboard and using you for her pleasure. You aren't above showing Greed, drinking up all of her, feasting on her cunt more than just what was allowed. Perhaps that is what this is, an endless Folly.
But if this is your Folly, may you toil eternally.
You moan, she moans, the soundtrack of her game is the backdrop for all of these sounds. "Fuck! Mm, that's a good interruption, pretty glad you are here, fuck." Rei Monologues, while you Prolong your actions. Oxygen is irrelevant right now.
Though evidently, sexual action with Rei is just like the game, being turn based. Now its your turn, an Energy Surge empowers you to push her off your face. She falls into her mattress and you are Unrelenting, grabbing her thick thighs and pulling close.
She trembles as your tongue is back up against her, this time though its fully in your control. Through sheer True Grit you devour her, it's erotic, filthy and disrespectful. Her wetness gets smeared all over your lips, the corners of your mouth. If you are her game and the win-condition is an orgasm.
You will Make It So.
"Mmh!" You have to keep Rei on the bed, her legs actively trying to Defy and reach Act Three. She's the best elite combat you've ever had, she's in a Haze while you keep up your combo. Rei's whining and the games truly back, two of your fingers join in. Thrusting in and out, doing some Hand Tricks. Hitting all the right spots, sucking her clit.
It's all a Well-Laid Plan, your eyes look up at her, her mouth's agape, she's so close.
"I'm, gonna, gonna cum!" That's a Victory? The orgasm has her Glowing, gushing all over your fingers and her sheets. You Wish to be in this moment forever, but the show isn't over yet. Rei recovers in a Blur, suddenly she's back up and your pants are down.
"Let me see what you are working with." She treats your cock like the Ironclad's sword, holding it firmly. Spitting on tip and rubbing it in recklessly. "Let me Stoke it a little, get you ready for what's to come."
She does just that, making out with you as her hand pumps you, both of you Huddled Together. Rei's hand is warm, really warm. It feels like the Brightest Flame. Fuck.
Rei's shamelessly sticking her tongue as deep into your mouth as you did her hole. Her spit mixes with yours (there's a lot of it.) Sloppily making out while she gets to terms with your cock. She's The Smith the way she's made you harder than a steel beam.
Her lips pull off yours and you are Dazed. "There's so much I could do, suck your cock until you shoot it down my throat. Or I could slide it in, ride it until you pass out. Maybe I could push my thighs around it, lift up and down until you helplessly spurt all over them. Decisions, Decisions."
Rei has her mind made up, truly in Demon Form as she pushes you down. "So big, so hard." You breathe heavily as your tip is brushing against her, a Tremble while Rei rubs against you, it's bliss, hell, how quickly she's got you Enthralled.
"This cock is going deep inside me, I need it so badly." With that, Rei Follows Through, slipping down and engulfing every inch of you. She's intoxicating, like taking every Elite even though you know it's a bad idea. You just lay there and take it, she bounces and you watch your cock come out wetter than it was before.
She's quick, a Bombardment of bounces, skin slapping against each other. Rei is a very adamant woman, nothing is going to stop her from riding you like the world's going to explode. Not even an Heirloom Hammer to the face.
"You are going to see stars, generate stars, whatever, fuck." Well logic was out of the window awhile ago, you are just happen to get Bury'd deep inside of Rei. She's so horny that she can't maintain rhythm, just chasing her Ascension 10. you both knew from the moment you began you were on Borrowed Time.
And now here you are, back at the beginning. Rei's the spire and you are the spire, she's delivering her attempt to finish the game by making you finish. Her turn's not over yet, being inside her raw has truly Captured your Spirit.
Sweat shines on her deliciously smooth skin, if her hands weren't forcing you into the bed you'd lick it all clean. Ravage her body like the eager slut you are. But you are always Thinking Ahead, and when she starts to slow you say nothing. Just pick her up and throw her back onto the bed. Your sex is the true roguelike experience, pick a different build (face riding, cock riding) and still go onto the same route.
How poetic.
You pounce onto her, sliding into her cunt at the same time you are on top of her. Your dick must be enchanted with Momentum the way her moans get louder with every time you push deep, targeting the right spots. "Fuck ne harder, fuck!"
You lick all the salty sweat off her skin, it turns you on so much that you throb helplessly inside of her. But this is not where the run ends, you are far too Feral. "Oh, oh my god, okay! Fuck me, fuck me harder!" You were surprised you were even able to, Overlocking your thrusts and Doubling your Energy. Everything to make Rei feel euphoric, even if you have to Scavenge the power to keep going.
"I, your cock is so good! I can't hol-" Rei gives up, cumming her brains out as you plow her through it. impressive how you don't follow, she Claw's at your back while you pound her like a Osty. You are fucking her full, the only thing left to do is…
Your orgasm Rattles you, dumping your thick load deep inside, filing her to the brim– you are truly the Conqueror to her spire, hitting the Knockup Blow instead of the Knockout Blow. The legend, another Victory? Her walls milk more of your cum out. she's bred, happy.
But, there's four acts.
Something happens, a spark, you've been fucking on video game logic and this is no different. A few minutes and you are inside Rei's tight asshole, lube was the three keys. This is the summit, you've never been here before but your memory is crystal clear.
Normally you fight a spear, this time you are the spear, spearing inside of her. The easiest way to a girl's heart is to make her cum, so it seems like you will be finishing this final act. Rei's ass cheeks Thunderclap with every thrust, it's total Havoc. It's sort of like a multiplayer card, you pound her ass like she begs and she fingers her cum filled pussy.
Teamwork.
You continue to Heavenly Drill the another orgasm out of her, another shriek and more. No matter how many times you make her cum, you never seen to get further in winning the fight. An infinite stalemate, though her juices Splash off her fingers and into the bed, which is close enough to a victory.
"Please, treat my ass however you want! Fuck, keep going!" The entire street hears it, a Countdown is active. You can only go for so long, a final Spur to make sure this orgasm is The Bomb. "More, please, please, please, I Am Invincible I can take it!"
Helix, Heavenly, what does it matter? You are drilling her, time is drawing to an end. You are Doomed, flooding her asshole with a load of it's own, that's the true Victory. Rei completely dripping, both your cum and her sheer arousal. Converged into one.
It's complete Mind Rot when you pull out, watching it flow out all into a pile, your body is Withering. This run might be over. But you and Rei can definitely do another some other time.
"That was really… really good. You are my new fuck toy, got it?"
“Is this the right place?” You looked around and expected a lot of people studying in the hallway, but there were none, not even a hint of them.
“W-w-wait… I swear I saw it says quiz bee in the application— what the fuck is a squeeze bee!?”
You stand in front of a classroom door, and the signage says “Squeeze Bee!”
“What the fuck is this— should I back away?” You hesitated for a moment.
The place looked shady; it wasn’t as crowded as it used to be until a student entered the room. She looked smart, with her glasses and the tidiness of her uniform.
“Hmm? So, it must be really a quiz bee…” Your hesitation disappeared when she saw her enter the room
“Yep, I should go in. It’s almost time already.” You opened the door.
What you saw is another surprise for you.
“W-w-wha…”
They’re like angels, a horde of women who radiate beauty and exude elegance.
Your body stiffened, and you’re stuck on the door. The room’s arranged into six clusters. The other four were already occupied, and there’s an open cluster left for you, alone. What’s worse is that the space left was in the middle.
You walked your way into it. Dozens of eyes stared at you; well, you knew why: it’s because you’re the only guy in the room.
“What the fuck is this? Did I really join the right quiz bee?” You thought, sitting down and trying your best to ignore those gazing eyes. You even set your bag and prepare your pen.
“What are you doing?” The girl you saw earlier asked you while pointing at the pen.
“I’m preparing a pen… this is a quiz bee, right?” You’re confused about why she even asked you something so obvious.
“Yeah, this is a squeeze bee.” She tilts her head as if you’re the weird one.
“Pen in squeeze bee…” You heard a mutter.
What’s wrong with the pen? It’s a quiz. And you need it to answer.
“Ruka, we use pen too, penis.”
“Kghh- Excuse me???” You were drinking from your tumbler when you choked up upon hearing it.
You decided to leave. You stood up, and the door suddenly opened.
A woman who wore formal clothes comes in. You already knew that she’s the quizmaster. She looked mature and intelligent; you’ll definitely learn from her.
“Okay, sit down.” She walked all the way to the podium and tapped it to gain attention.
The girls sit on their respective chairs with their cluster. It feels awkward since you just noticed that every group had four members, and you’re alone.
“...”
You were still standing, and all of their eyes were on you.
“I— uhhh, I’m sorry, ma’am, but is this the right room for the—- Bam! –quiz bee?” A pile of books fell to the ground when you were speaking. The girl caused it and immediately apologized.
“Squeeze? Yes, right.” The quizmaster responds.
“What? Squeez— anyway, she still said that I’m right, better sit down and get ready. I’ll top this batch and go home with a medal on my neck—” You sat down when you heard a chain clinking,
“Ryujin bought a leash.” The tall woman is slapping her seatmate, whose name is supposed to be Ryujin.
“We’ll leash the reward back to our den.” Ryujin is swinging the leash like a lasso.
“Put that away.” The quiz master scolds Ryujin.
“Yes, ma–”
“AW!” The leash hit the head of her groupmate, who had these cute, smiling eyes.
The other group laughs at their comedic show, but you can’t help but worry. You asked yourself repeatedly, why the fuck do they need a leash for a quiz bee? Is there a practical exam? If there is, then you’re fucked up; you’re not physically ready for the practical exam.
“Okay, let’s get started— are you alone?” The quizmaster asked you.
“Y-y-yes, I didn’t know this was a group competition.” You responded, scratching the back of your head.
“Competition?”
“Did he just say competition?”
“Is this his first time? Omo, virgin.”
“No way… is he the prize?”
Their whispering is too loud; you can hear them clearly.
“What the fuck does being a virgin do with this!? And why have I become the prize!? Is this their new way of intimidating other contestants? If it is, then it’s fucking working.” You kept wiggling in your seat; it’s so uncomfortable.
“Quiet. Okay, let me introduce myself first. I’m Kim Taeyeon, your squeezemaster.” She lightly bowed. All of you clapped after it.
“...”
“Seriously, what’s with the squeeze thing?” You don’t know anymore; you just wanted to top the quiz and add it to your academic accomplishments.
“Okay, introduce yourself.” She gestured the start on her very right.
The first group is with Ryujin, the girl with the leash.
“Hello! We are the best when it comes to thighs… we are here for COMPE-THIGH-TION!” They introduced themselves in unison,
“I’m Ryujin. I’ll squeeze your face with my thighs since it’s a squeeze bee!”
“I’m Yujin; my legs are long, so you’ll enjoy my thighs more!”
“I’m Jiheon. Imagine wrapping my thighs around your neck, then you’ll look up to find my very cute face.”
“I’m Arin. I’ll let you do anything you want with my thighs. All thigh, all night!”
“What the actual fuck?” That’s it, all you can say.
They’re all pointing at you. What the fuck did you do? You don’t want thighs; that’s what you thought.
“Wow.” Quizmaster Taeyeon clapped.
“They looked like they were from thighland or something.” A girl from the other group remarked.
“Then, next group.” The quiz master gestured to the group next to them.
“Ehem.” The next group stood up— holy mother of milk.
“Let us introduce ourselves; we’re on the next level when it comes to tits! And we’re here for the COMPE-TITS-TION!” They shouted in sync. Looks like introducing themselves in cheering is a thing.
“I’m Karina! The biggest of all, I’ll squeeze you with my tits whenever, wherever, however you like!”
“I’m Eunbi, the real biggest among us! I’ll suck you in between my tits, you like that?”
“I’m Jihyo! I’ll kill you good with my tits! Squeeze it once, squeeze it TWICE! Just squeeze it!”
“I’m Yel! You can’t run, and I’ll let you burn with the heat of my tits!”
“Okay, that’s really something else; that’s absurd— why the fuck do they keep shaking their tits. It’s jiggly– no! I should focus on the quiz!” You shook your head. Those melons looked so good, especially since you felt a little summer heat for a moment.
“Hey, why are you still insisting you’re the biggest among us?”
“Because I am!”
Karina and Eunbi argued, bumpers colliding. Why the fuck are they fighting if they’re the same team?
“Wow, looked more massive than the thigh group.” Quizmaster clapped and kept praising them.
“Tch. All they had was milkers, tits are tits.” Yujin scoffed.
“And thighs are thighs.” Karina shot back, showing Yujin that she had thighs as well.
“Oh my…” You blushed and tried your best not to look at it, but it’s too good.
“Okay, next group.” The quizmaster points at you.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Huh? Me?” Shit, right, you’re sitting in the middle of them.
“Uhhh, I’m just here for the quiz bee competition…” You said, and silence followed after it. You didn’t prepare anything, since why the fuck would you prepare an introduction like that?
“...”
“Next group.” Quizmaster instantly switched to the other group on your side.
“Hello! Girls, stand up.” They stood up and raised their top, showcasing bricks, buns, rocks— fucking abs.
“We’re the tightest among the mightiest tight! We’re here for the COMPE-TIGHT-TION!” There it goes, the unison cheering effect.
“I’m Seulgi, look at my midriff… You want to touch it?”
“I’m Saerom! Captain of the tights! I’ll let you put your face on my belly, and I’ll squeeze you with a curl-up.”
“I’m Yuna.” She stopped for a moment. You thought it was over, but she took an ice cream out and smeared a little on her belly, “Want some ice cream?”
“I’m Wonyoung, count my abs… one, two… eight.”
“What. the. Fuck.” That’s the most absurd thing you've encountered among the strangest things that happened today. But the day’s still early; there’s absolutely a bigger surprise.
“Where the fuck did that ice cream come from!? And her abs are actually eight!? Your head hurts.
“Wow, but Yuna, food’s not allowed.” The quizmaster scolds her.
Yuna smiled and suddenly went in front of you with her tiny, cute walk.
“Lick it.” She points at the ice cream on her midriff.
“...”
“HUH!?!??” You attempted to stand, but your shoulders were stopped by her slender hand. She’s fucking strong for you.
“I said lick it, Squeezemaster said foods not allowed. A point will deduct on you if you don’t finish your food.” You point at the ice cream.
“B-b-but.”
“It’s minus 10 points.” The quizmaster said.
“Wait! Why am I the one who’s getting deducted!? I’m not the one who smeared the ice cream in the first place?” You looked at the quizmaster for consideration since it’s all nonsense.
“That’s the rules.” She taps the podium
“But—”
“Omo, it’s dripping; lick it already.” Yuna kept tiny hopping in front of you.
The licking and the ice cream weren’t the only problems here. The location of the ice cream is somewhere off to the side, below her navel, and it dripped almost at the top of her skirt.
“Shit.”
You licked it from the bottom and slid your tongue upwards. It’s hella smooth, maybe because of the ice cream?
“AHHHNGg~” Yuna moaned.
“OHHHHHH!” The other girls wowed at the background as if they were watching some animals at the zoo. Well, what you did is somehow animalistic.
“Thanks!” Yuna hopped her way back to their group.
“I should have brought ice cream too and smeared it all over my thighs,” Ryujin muttered at the side.
“Let’s ask Jiheon to buy some,” Yujin responds, tapping Jiheon on her back.
“The squeezemaster said no food.” Jiheon turned them down while applying lotion to her thighs.
“...”
“Should I continue?” You asked yourself, but your body wants to stay.
“Next group— oh, the Japan team.” The squeezemaster moved on to the next group; thankfully, you avoided the point deduction.
“Konichiwa! We’re from Japan, and we’re here for the CUM-PETITION!” They’re in sync as well with a matching polite bow.
“Okay… they might be the most decent ones.” As you thought.
“I’m Kazuha, the most flexible among us. I can drink his cum, whatever position I’m in!”
“I’m Rei, cum anywhere you want, even in my heart!”
“I’m Sakura! Cum over.”
“I’m Tsuki! GingcumMincumYo!”
“No… no… they’re not descent— gingcummincu— is that Japanese!?” You face-palmed. This is definitely not a quiz bee.
“Wow, that’s something!” The quizmaster commended them.
“Ohhh, Japanese! Yamete~” Someone moaned.
“Who the fuck was that!?” You looked over, and it’s Yujin. It’s from the thigh team again. They’re the noisiest among the groups.
“Okay, last group— a mixed?” The quizmaster gestured for the last group to introduce themselves.
“No, we’re not NMIXX.” One of them spoke.
“I– uhh, hello! We don’t really have any specific strength… uhhh, but we’re monsters! We’re here for the CHOOM-PETITION!” They’re stuttering— how the fuck even they’re stuttering introduction on sync, you’re losing your already lost sanity.
“I’m Ahyeon! You can also call me Ahhngg-Yum!”
“I’m Ruka! I’ll be the next squeezemaster!”
“I’m Asa! Look at my ass— assa!”
“I’m Pharita; I’m the real Thai.” She looked mockingly at the thigh group.
“Wow… interesting!” The squeezemaster clapped again.
That’s it, all of the cum–choom–competits—thigh–tight—competitors.
“Now that we already know each other's competitors and what they are fighting for—Let’s the SQUEEZE BEE begin!”
The quiz master opened the quiz.
“Whooo!”
“Assa!”
“Let’s goooo!”
“Fucking hell.” Of course, you’re the one who said it.
“Okay, okay. For each group, please select the member to participate that you guys think fits the description very well.” The quizmaster announced the rules.
There’s already a problem for you. While others nodded, you shook your head.
You’re alone.
“M-m-ma’am, how about me?”
“Why? You want some ice cream again?” Yuna butts in.
“No!” You turned her down, though there’s a part of you want to taste the vanilla creamy— shit.
“You’re alone, so you had to participate in the quiz all by yourself.” The quizmaster cleared it for you.
“Okay, understood.” You nod.
“Ice cream?” Yuna whispered to you.
“No.” Turned her down again.
“There are a total of eight questions! So each one of you had the chance to answer twice, except the guy over there, who had to answer eight times.” The quizmaster resumed announcing the rules.
“Eight abs…” Wonyoung muttered.
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“If everything’s clear, then let’s head for the first question. The participant to answer the question must be the tallest in the group!
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
“Shit, disqualified already.” Ryujin slammed her desk.
“Whooo~” Yujin stood up and went in front of her group.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
“Who? Who?” Eunbi was asking her groupmates as if she still had the chance.
“Who else? It’s Titan Yel.”
“Stop, it sounds like Titan gel.” Yel slapped Karina’s arm.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
“It must be Wonyoung.” Seulgi and Saerom look unamused,
“Hmm, a few centimeters more.” Yuna tiptoeing to match Wonyoung’s height.
“Okay!” Wonyoung stood up and went in front of her group as well.
CUM-PETITOR:
“Is it Rei?” Kazuha gasped.
“How in the world?” Tsuki looks like she thought she was the tallest among them.
“You’re 170cm!? Wow… she looks tiny since she looked so cute.” Sakura praised Rei’s cuteness.
“Hehe.” Rei just giggled. Okay, that’s also cute for you.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
“Wait a minute!” They are asking for more time. They’re measuring themselves.
“Chottomate!” They’re standing side by side, their heights like an old phone signal.
“Okay.” Ruka steps in front.
“....”
There must be an error, but surprisingly, the quizmaster let her in.
“Okay! All decided, question number one!” There it goes, the first question.
They’re giggling and playing around, but you're tense and nervous. You’re taking this way too seriously.
“What do you think the kind of girl that a man likes?”
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
“Thighs! Girls with thick thighs, of course!” Yujin slapped her thighs; it echoed through the room.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
“Tits! Girl with big tits! Round and squishy!” Yel played with her breasts; she had already unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
“Tight pussy! A girl like me with a tight pussy! The grip of it can make them feel heaven.” Wonyoung raised her top to show her tight midriff again.
CUM-PETITOR:
“Uhhh, face? They can cum on my face anytime.” Rei’s just happy to be there; she’s way too cute to have cum on her face.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
“A girl with uhhh, primal sex skills?” Ruka’s embarrassed with her own answer, and even her own groupmates face-palmed.
“Uhhh, a girl with a personality?” You answered the question, though it’s not academically related. You just wanted to win.
“...”
“Personality is correct!” The quizmaster gave you a point.
“Yes!” You punched the air, one point in, more points to go.
The quizmaster didn’t explain why your answer was right, but what matters is that you’re right.
“It’s not thighs? Argh.” Yujin can’t hide her frustration.
“Phew, I thought I got it for a second,” Yel said.
“Hey, your answer is tits; how do you think you even got the right answer?” Wonyoung questioned Yel’s confidence.
“I didn’t hear it clearly; I thought the answer’s personali-tits.” Yel explained.
“Come to think of it, it can also be personali-tight.” Wonyoung clapped as if she had thought of something brilliant.
“Right! Personali-thigh!” Yujin joined in, showing her thighs once more.
Your hurts, but something’s throbbing. You can tell what it was… yet.
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“Question number two, the participant must be the prettiest!”
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
“Okay! Move.” Arin shoved the other girls, but got blocked instead.
“It’s me again.” Yujin didn’t leave her spot.
“I guess it’s my turn.” Jiheon stood up.
“Guys, give way.” Ryujin decided by herself.
In the end, Ryujin represents the group.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
“Is it my turn?” Eunbi’s quite a competitor this time.
“Me, me.” Karina hopped her way to their front.
Jihyo and Yel agreed, and Eunbi pouted.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
“Okay, let’s flip a coin. Girls, we’re all pretty. I’m on the heads since I love dickheads.” Seulgi pulled out a coin.
“I’m on the tail. I love men's tails.” Saerom claimed the other side.
“Men's tails?” Yuna doesn't get it.
“Yes, just in front, though, their dicktail.” Saerom wiggled in pure happiness.
“Does it mean that Yuna and I were out of the choices already?” Wonyoung points at the coin.
“...”
“Right, only two sides— whatever.” Seulgi tossed it.
Heads. Seulgi went in front of them.
CUM-PETITOR:
“It’s Kazuha.” Tsuki nudged Kazuha.
“Kazuha, you better not betray us and join the thigh group,” Sakura said, keeping her eyes on Kazuha.
“Go, Kazuha-chan!” Rei cheered for Kazuha.
“Okay! I’ll boompala this round!” Kazuha went forward.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
“Asa,” Pharita pushed Asa forward.
“No, it’s Ahyeon! I’m waiting for the best ass category!” Asa stepped back and pushed Ahyeon instead.
“Haaa…” Ruka still looks defeated to butt in.
Ahyeon will represent their team.
“Is everyone ready? Okay! Question number two!”
“What part of the body do men like?”
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
“Thighs! The answer’s thigh for sure!” Ryujin stepped forward and showed everyone her thighs.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
“It’s tits! It's— just look at this!” Karina leveled up the game; she took her top off and showcased a black fitted lingerie top!
“Aish!” You moved your face to your side, avoiding Karina’s vulgar actions, just to find out that Seulgi had already stripped her skirt, including her underwear.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
“Tight pussy! Look, who can’t resist having a taste of this tight, puffy pussy.” She even spread it open.
“Shit!” You just closed your eyes; these girls had no shame!
CUM-PETITOR:
“Uhhh, face! No man can resist a beauty sucking their dick!” Kazuha is making a chugging sound as if she’s drinking sake.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
“Uhhh— choom?” Ahyeon didn’t know the answer, and her groupmates were groaning in disappointment.
“Uhhh, a girl with a personality?” You answered the question, though it’s not academically related. You just wanted to win.
You slowly opened your eyes since it’s your time to answer.
“Uhhh— shit–” Seulgi had her pussy free for everyone while Karina kept her tits bouncing.
“Uhhh, a girl with a good heart?” You responded. You still stay with the most modest answer you can think of, even after all the insanity you’ve witnessed.
“...”
“Good heart is correct!” The quizmaster gave you another point.
“Yes!” You punched the air one more time, another point secured!
“Shit! Almost another point for us.” Karina is acting as Yel did earlier.
“H-h-huh? Why?” Ryujin’s puzzled.
“Think about it, a woman with a good heart, where is the heart? Behind these tits.” She stripped her bra.
“AISSH!” You turn sideways— wrong move; Seulgi’s pussy is there.
“What the fuck is wrong with these girls?” You looked down instead.
“Oh shit, then thigh’s too far— we lost again.” Ryujin accepted defeat.
“I knew it; I should have said he can cum to my chest instead of face.” Kazuha sounds annoyed, but she keeps making chugging sounds.
But what’s the basis of your right answer?
“... but how was my answer right?” You let the first one go, but it’s kind of suspicious that you kept getting it right.
“It’s simple. You’re the only man here.”
“...”
You’re analyzing what the quiz master just said.
“All these questions are about men, so everything you answer is right.” The quizmaster grinned.
“...”
You got it.
“What in the world is that—— I’ll leave. You’re all insane! The absurd questions! The insane group names! And outrageous shameless nudity—I even licked someone's belly!” You're ranting and about to storm out.
Bam!
The door shuts, and you hear the girls lock it.
“W-w-what are you doing!?” The thigh group and the tits group walked in front of you.
You stepped back, but there’s also someone behind you, the tight group. The Choom group and the Japanese group are on your side.
You were surrounded, 24 girls were encircling you!
“Uh-oh, you can’t leave. We can’t continue the squeeze bee if there’s no man to give us an answer.”
“W-what answer!? Oh! Don’t come near me and your heavy chest! Stay away from me!” Karina jabbed a foot.
“You should just stay put and enjoy the competition.” The quizmaster laughed.
“What do you want!? Answer? Fine! I’ll give you an answer! The answer is that all of you are insane!” You point at each one of them.
“I always think it’s a good thing being insane,” Rei smirked. You always taught she’s cute; now she’s scary cute.
“We’re used to it, people telling me I always have insane thighs.” Ryujin points at her thighs, but it wasn’t the one that caught your attention; it’s the leash beside it, her toy.
“Gulped. No, you’re crazy, you’re all out of your damn mind.” You can’t move; you’re basically trapped in the middle.
“Want some ice cream?” Yuna asked you about ice cream again.
“No! How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want a cream!” You yelled at her.
She got teary-eyed.
“Uhhh, n-no, I’m sorry about that.” Shit, you can feel the anger in their eyes since you made Yuna cry.
“F-f-fine! I want ice cream!” You told Yuna, and she smiled right away.
“But Ice cream’s outside since the squeeze master tells no food allowed.” She’s pouting, and the other girls glared at you again.
They're fighting earlier, and now they’re teaming up against you! And, why the hell did she even ask you for an ice cream if it’s outside!?
“Then, no more ice cream, okay!” You felt relieved.
“But in exchange, how about you give us cream instead?” Yuna leaned in, her face inches away from you.
You can’t step back, so you side-step instead. However, there’s very little room to work with.
“C-c-cream?” You don’t like where it’s going.
“CREAMPIE!” Now they’re united; they all said the same word at the same time.
“NO! HOW DID THE QUIZ SUDDENLY TURN TO THIS!!?” Your veins are popping out of anger and insanity.
“Okay.” The quizmaster tapped her podium once again for their attention.
“...”
“For the third question, it’s a free-for-all—”
“Free for all!? What the fuck is that? Survival of the fittest? I’ll le–”
“Quiet, man.” The quiz master glared at you. She’s the scariest among them.
“A free-for-all, it means anyone can participate, but the points will still go to their respective group.” It sounds interesting, but you’ve got a bad feeling about it.
“You are already disqualified due to your behaviour; instead, you’ll give us an answer!” The quizmaster tapped his podium as if she’s a judge. You’re disqualified; that’s the verdict.
Then what’s the point of staying? Nothing.
Can you leave? No.
You’re fucked.
“The third question! Who do you think had the best oral skills among all of you?”
“...”
Upon hearing the question, they all turned to look at you. Some drool, some smile like a villain.
Come to think of it…
“Wait.” You just noticed something.
“You’re not students… aren’t you?” You asked them about the way they act, their boldness, and their craziness.
It’s something obvious that you should’ve noticed as early as you could.
“You don’t need to know~,” Ryujin answered. She’s already crawling!
“Fuck!” You just got a deja vu upon seeing her crawl; she’s like a cat, a dangerous one.
“No… don’t come near me!” Each one of them took a step forward.
“Come on~ just let us suck your dick and tell them that I sucked the best.” You rarely interact with that Jihyo girl, but you can tell she’s insane as well- in fact, all of them!
“Hold him.”
“W-wha— HMMMP!” Saerom and Seulgi held your body from behind, and Wonyoung sealed your mouth with her lips.
You just got kissed, your first kiss.
You always dream of getting your first kiss as romantic and full of love, but you got a kiss full of hunger instead.
“HMM! HMMM!” Both of your hands were held by Eunbi on the left and Ahyeon on the right. They sucked your fingers.
“They said fingers are primarily the main instrument for the sense of touch. Tell us, do we suck good?” Ahyeon spoke in the middle of her sucking.
“Hmm, can you feel my tongue?” Eunbi twirls her tongue over your thumb.
It feels disgusting, but why are you moaning? Have you also lost your mind? The answer’s simply yes; it started the moment you saw the signage at the door.
“You don’t need this.” Yujin tore your top and kissed your chest.
“Hurry up, Jiheon, free his dick and sucked it already!” Arin keeps tapping Jiheon, who’s struggling to strip you since she’s trembling in excitement.
“I know! Don’t worry, all of us will have a turn at his lollipop!” Jiheon yanked your pants off.
The other girls who are out in action stripped off as well. Karina and Yel praised each other's tits, Kazuha asked how to join the thigh group, Rei innocently asked when her face would get sprayed with cum, and many more.
A lot is going on, but one thing you’re very aware of, you can’t do anything to stop it.
“HMMPP– pwah! AHHNG–HMMMM!” The moment Wonyoung is freed from the kiss, you feel your dick enter a wet and hot cave, then Seulgi turns your head into hers and kisses you this time.
“Aish. I should have been quicker, ahmpp. Saerom’s a little late to kiss you and bit your ear instead.
“Hmm~ Hmmm~” Jiheon is bobbing her head. She’s sucking it like crazy.
“Omo! She looks like a cake, everybody has to blow his candle. What fun!” Sakura hopped in happiness, and Asa hopped as well. The two Japanese interact like it’s just a normal day, but there’s nothing normal about it!
“Hmm~ this is the best— HMMM!!!” She kept blowing when Arin attempted to push her head away, but she was resisting.
“Hurry up and share him already!” Arin keeps pushing Jiheon.
“HMMPPP! HMMPP!” Jiheon’s teeth scrape your shaft, and all you can do is scream through Seulgi’s mouth.
Seulgi freed your lips after a minute of frenchie, and Saeorm instantly grabbed the opportunity to take her turn. You noticed Seulgi moved away and was replaced by Karina, her tits instantly resting on your shoulders.
“Rest.” She pushed your head to her breast, a fucking soft pillow for your bruised head— no, the pleasure starts to drown you.
“When will the cream come?” Yuna is sucking her own fingers, patiently waiting.
“It’s crowded over there; I can’t see what’s happening!?” Ruka is jumping just to see what’s happening.
“I knew something was wrong when I saw you participate earlier with the tallest member category!” Ryujin caught Ruka cheating.
“What’s that?” Instead of being mad, Ruka noticed Ryujin’s bag, which she was dragging.
“My toys, leash, dildo, butt plug—”
“HMMMM!” Your eyes shot wide open when you heard the plug.
“Oh! Ryujin brought toys!” Jihyo noticed it.
“Guys, grab yours! Let’s play!” Ryujin handed over her toys as if it’s just regular toys…
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“Oppa~ stop being weird.” She’s on the cabin bed, propped up on her elbows, the wedding dress shoved up to her hips. Her heels are still on. Her hand is between her soft milky thighs, and it’s been there since you carried her in. The veil is haphazardly thrown on the floor by the front door, the bouquet is a mess next to it. The dress is soaked wet under her. “Come here immediately~”
You haven’t moved from the door.
“You keep saying that but you also just said I’m not allowed to come over there.”
“Did I really say that?” Her mouth forms a pout meant to destroy you.
“You said ‘don’t come over here until I tell you,’ which is, you know, the same thing.”
“Mhmmm.” She wrinkles her nose. “But that was at the chapel, babe.”
“That was half an hour ago.”
“And? Time flies when you’re trying to seduce your husband.”
Her hips lift a little. The wet sound is very faint and very specific. You think about closing your eyes but you decide not to.
“Oppa~”
“Yes, my wife?”
“You should see what I’m going to do to you tonight.” Her smile widens. “I’m going to make you put it in me so many times the cabin’s gonna get a noise complaint.”
“From who? The roaming wildlife outside? The deer? There’s no one out there.”
“Seems like you’ve thought about this.”
“I’ve thought about this all day, babe. Even while the officiant was talking.”
“Romantic.”
“Mhmm.” Her fingers move faster. “Come closer.”
You take three steps. The floorboards creak. She immediately lifts her right foot, heel still on, and tips it forward into the air toward you.
“Nope nope nope nope.”
You stop.
“Baby—”
“Did I say you could come that close?” She pouts. That pout again. The cutest thing in the world and it’s yours now. “I said come closer. Not, like, all the way.”
“Magenta.”
“Don’t ‘Magenta’ me.” She nudges the air with her heel and you take a small step back. “There. Stay.”
“This is my cabin too. I’m on the rental agreement.”
“It’s our cabin, Oppa, and on our cabin’s rental agreement I am the boss until I say I’m not. I’m pretty sure it’s clause four.”
“That doesn’t exist, babe.”
“There absolutely is. I added it just now.” Her hand still hasn’t stopped. “Stop arguing. I’m trying to be horny here.”
“You know what I’m thinking about right now?”
“Mhmm.” She tilts her head. “Tell me.”
“I’m thinking about how fast I can get this dress off you and how much of me I can put inside you before midnight.”
Her hand stutters.
“Oppa.”
“What?”
“You can’t just say things like that.” She bites her lip. “I’m going to lose.”
“Lose what?”
“The game. The waiting game. Where I make you wait. All. Night. Long~”
You unbuckle, unzip, take yourself out. You hear her inhale and you wait. She is staring. Her hand has slowed down. Her foot is still up in the air between you, holding the line.
“Okay that’s not fair.”
“You started it, baby.”
“I know I started it but you can’t just bring your cock out, like, that and expect me to keep my composure.”
“You’re going to cum in about thirty seconds.”
“How dare you.” But her hand is moving faster again. “Take that back, baby. I have so much stamina, yknow~.”
“You’re slurring your words now, baby. You’re losing your mind.”
“Oppa~”
“What.”
“Just shut up and let me cum.”
She bites her bottom lip hard and her hand moves faster and her thighs start to shake and the heel still pointed at you starts wobbling in the air. The bodice of the dress slips off one shoulder. She doesn’t notice. Her hair sticks to her forehead.
“Oppa—oh god, oppa, oppa I’m—”
She cums with her foot still half-raised between you and a moan she’d never make on a normal day. Her thighs clamp around her own hand. The heel finally drops to the duvet. Her toes curl inside it.
She doesn’t move for a moment.
“Oppa~”
“Yes, my wife?”
“I take it back.”
“Take what back?”
“All of it.” Her voice has gone soft. Wet. She’s still breathing hard. “Please come here.”
“You sure, baby?”
“Please. Please. Please. I want it now. I want to still feel it tomorrow. Please please please come breed me, oppa, now, please—”
You’ve never undressed yourself faster.
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Summary: You looked like a man doing math you didn't want to do. Then she sat down and made the equation worse.
Tags: Tsuki (Billlie) x Male Reader (Named OC) | Wordcount: 8,390~ | Supernatural, Smut, Corporate Drama
A/N: My name is Hinode Akihiro. Bunn graciously put ink to paper to write my story; took him months, I've heard, and he's not done yet (smh). A warning: it's not flattering at all; I'm at my lowest, okay?! I made bad decisions in a hotel suite and worse ones in a networking event. (Don't ask, just read.)
One more thing: you'll be reading this from inside my head. I'd apologize, but Tsuki said you'd enjoy it. (You'll see what she means.) Leave a comment whenever you think I fucked up or said something you agree with; I promise I'll read them. Tell me at the end if you'd have done anything differently. And if I understand it right, Tsuki also said she'll reply if it compels her.
-日の出 明宏
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Seven pounds.
Who knew twelve years in a company only weighs seven pounds in a box filled with memories of getting spitroasted day and night by CFOs when they are the ones who fucked up.
“It was a pleasure working with you Hinode-san. This is what’s best for everyone. You know that, right?”
That’s what Yamamoto-san said this morning. All you can do is nod. He shook your hand. Couldn’t even meet your eyes. Asshole.
HR slid the NDA across the table. Fourteen pages of legal garbage establishing that you had nothing to do with any of this which really makes you wonder why you’re the one carrying the box. You signed it. Of course you did. What else can you do?
It was going well. Corner office. On track for partner. Six months from the vote.
Now you’re carrying a box past security. “Tanaka-san.”
You’ve known him for nine years. He’s giving you nothing. Not even a glance.
“See you around, yeah?”
Nine Christmases of bringing him coffee because he pulled holiday shifts so the younger guys could stay home. You know his daughter’s birthday (never missed giving her a gift.) You know his wife cooks the best okonomiyaki in Chiyoda (god you’re going to miss the bentos she prepares for everyone every summer). Tanaka-san is a good man.
But now? He’s staring blankly into his desk like it holds the secrets to the universe. Sigh.
You don’t blame him. You wouldn’t look at you either.
The revolving door spits you out into Tokyo’s buzzing October air. Risk of rain and umbrellas and exhaust and the distinct smell of a man who used to fucking matter.
Your car is three blocks away. You start walking.
Phone buzzes, you ignore it. It’s been buzzing all day actually. Past clients, colleagues, and the occasional journalist fishing for a comment on the “developing situation at Ishikawa & Partners.” Noted. Fuck that specifically. No comment.
Here’s what’s funny. In all of this fuckery happening within the company, becoming this week’s hot topic on social media, and the ongoing federal interrogation. All that and news flash: you were not even remotely close to being involved.
You didn’t know the partners were signing off on fraudulent audits. The machinery of corruption humming along beneath your feet: shell companies, kickbacks, under-the-table transactions that got approved for the better part of a decade.
The worst part of all of this is you just worked there. You worked your fucking ass off every single day. You were great at your job; and now you’re walking through downtown with a box containing an Ikea desk lamp, three framed certifications, and a coffee mug your sister gave you that says “World’s Most Meh Brother.”
She thought she was being funny. Right now why the hell does it feel like she knew this was gonna happen.
Your footsteps echo as you walk through the cold parking lot. The Lexus sits where you left it this morning, back when you were still a senior manager at a prestigious firm and not whatever you are now.
Unemployable.
(Kinda being too dramatic, no? Are you being dramatic? Name one firm that will touch you now.)
…
Yeah. It’s over. Might as well pivot to becoming a geologist since you’ve hit rock bottom.
You were not fired, technically (thank god for technicalities). You resigned, which is its own kind of joke if you think about it. You resigned because the alternative was getting laid the fuck off in the first wave of “restructuring,” and at least this way you can pretend you had some say in your own downward spiral.
Everyone knows. Everyone. Fucking. Knows.
The financial world is small, news travels fast, and by tomorrow your name will be permanently welded to the biggest accounting scandal since Polaris (and that company’s done fucked up stuff: military corruption, ties to the yakuza, basically all the red flags you can think of.) Not because you did anything wrong; because you were there.
You put the box in the trunk. Close it. Stand there with your hand on the cold metal. Let out a deep sigh.
Phone buzzes again.
This time you look. Mom.
How did it go today Aki?
We’re praying for you.
Hope you’re doing fine.
Have you eaten yet?
Four messages in the span of thirty seconds. She must be worried, classic mom. You should call her. You should explain what happened. You should…
Phone screen darkens.
You’ll call her tomorrow; explain that the severance is generous, that you have savings, that everything will be fine.
But not tonight. Not when the wounds are fresh.
Tonight you’re going to find a bar and drink until the numbers stop adding up in your head.
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You found a newly opened hotel in Shinjuku. The hotel bar is the kind of place that caters to shady accounts and dark secrets, you fit right in. Dark mahogany wood, warm ambient lighting, and thankfully a bartender who understands that sometimes a man needs to be served and just left alone with his bourbon.
It’s the third glass when she sits down. You feel the air thin out; must be the bourbon.
Weird.
You didn’t see anyone approaching. Didn’t hear the stool move. She’s just there, like she’s been waiting for you to notice.
Except you don’t notice her at first.
You’re too busy staring at amber liquid, running calculations that don’t matter anymore: How much runway? Severance lasts eight months if you’re careful. Savings? Maybe another year. Parents? They definitely need the monthly support; that’s a non-negotiable. Your sister’s final year of graduate school? You promised you’d cover it, and you don’t break promises.
The numbers work, barely. As long as you find something to do in six months.
But who the fuck is going to hire you?
“You look like a man who’s doing math he doesn’t want to do.” Soft voice, slightly amused.
You look up.
She’s watching you with her dark eyes that catch the bar’s low light wrong. Pretty isn’t the word, neither is beautiful. There’s something more specific than that. Features that shouldn’t work together but create a face you can’t stop looking at. For now you settle with otherworldly.
Full lips, the kind that suggests smiles she hasn’t given you permission to receive yet. Hair dark enough to disappear into the shadows behind her. A simple black dress that definitely cost more than this month’s rent.
“Just… Running some projections,” you say. Your voice is rough, haven’t talked to a soul in hours.
“Mhmm.” She signals the bartender without looking at him. “Projections for what?”
“How long until I’m sleeping under a bridge, roughly.” (You wish you were joking.)
She laughs. Small, controlled, her face changes for a second; something flickers behind her eyes. Interest, maybe.
“You don’t look like the bridge-sleeping type.”
“I didn’t think I was the unemployed type either, but here we are.”
The bartender sets down red wine. She picks it up, swirls it, and doesn’t drink. Pretty sure he didn’t ask what she wanted. Just set it down like he already knew.
Weird.
You’re three bourbons deep, maybe you just missed her order. Maybe she’s a regular. Maybe…
“Ishikawa & Partners,” she says confidently. Your body tenses. “It’s on your face,” she shifts on her seat inching towards you. “That’s the kind of devastation that comes from watching something you built get burned down by people who never appreciated it. Never appreciated you.”
You take a drink, the bourbon doesn’t burn anymore. Fuck, probably a bad sign. You should probably stop drinking.
“I didn’t build anything. I just worked there.”
“For twelve years. You don’t stay somewhere for twelve years unless you’re building something.”
You didn’t tell her anything about the twelve years. You’re sure you didn’t; but the bourbon is thick in your head and she’s already moving on, and maybe you did mention it. Maybe.
She tilts her head. “What were you?”
“Senior manager, on track to become a partner.” The words taste like ash. “Six months from the vote. Then… Well, then this morning happened.”
“Ah.” She finally sips her wine. “So you didn’t just lose a job, you lost a future.”
Something in your chest tightens. First time anyone worded it correctly.
“Yeah,” you say. “Something like that.”
She’s quiet. The bar continues to hum around you. Low conversations, clinking glasses, someone’s muted laughter from a booth in the corner. Sounds from a world that kept moving while yours stopped.
“What’s your name?” she asks.
“Akihiro. Hinode.”
“Akihiro.” She rolls it around her mouth like she’s tasting it. “I’m Tsuki.”
“Just Tsuki?”
“For now.” That almost-smile again. “Are you always this suspicious of women who talk to you in bars, Akihiro?”
“I’m not usually the type women talk to in bars.”
“No,” She looks at you; eyes you up and down. Past the rumpled suit and the stubble that’s been growing and the distinct slump of a man who’s visually given up. “I don’t suppose you are. But tonight’s not usual, is it?”
It isn’t. Nothing about tonight is usual. Nothing about this woman is usual.
She shifts on her stool and you notice things. The way her dress catches the light (it doesn’t.) The curve of her neck where it meets her shoulder. Her lips… Which you keep looking at like a goddamn teenager who’s never seen a woman before.
Get it together Akihiro. You’re a grown man, you’ve flirted before. You know how this works, right? (It’s futile, you’re still looking at her lips.)
“You should eat something,” she says.
“Not hungry.”
“You’re also not sober. Eat something anyway.”
There’s no reason to listen to her. She’s a stranger; an otherworldly stranger who appeared out of nowhere to comment on your tragedy, which is either a fantasy or a warning sign, and you’re too drunk to tell which.
You signal the bartender and order some fries anyway.
Tsuki lets out a genuine smile that contrasts the calculated smiles she’s been giving you all night. It changes her whole face. Makes her look younger and more dangerous at the same time.
“Good,” she says. “I like a man who can take directions.”
“I don’t usually… I usually…”
“I know.”
Something in her voice makes you pause. I know. As if she actually is certain. As if she’s been watching you longer than the ten minutes since she appeared.
The fries arrive. You eat them without tasting much, but she’s right. The food helps, you’re famished. The room steadies. Your thoughts start to sharpen from blur to something approaching clarity.
“So what happens now?” Tsuki asks. “The projections. The math that’s happening in your head. What’s your plan?”
“I don’t have one.”
“Everyone has a plan Akihiro. Even if it’s just ‘survive until tomorrow.’”
You consider this. The alcohol wants you to lie and to perform competence; to pretend you’ve got this handled. But something about her makes lying feel pointless, like she’d see through it anyway.
“I’ll call in favors,” you say. “I have contacts. People who know what I’m capable of, separate from—” you gesture vaguely, trying to encompass the scandal, the firm, and the entire smoking crater of your career “—all that. I’ll reach out to all of them. See who’s still willing to give me a chance.”
“And if no one answers?”
“Then I figure something else out. I always do.”
She nods slowly, swirling her wine. Her lips still haven’t touched her glass.
“The people who did this to you Akihiro,” she says. “The partners, the ones who were actually behind all of this. Where are they tonight? What are they doing?”
The question catches you off guard; you hadn’t thought about it. You’re too busy counting your own losses.
“I don’t know. Home… Probably. Consulting with their own set of lawyers, planning their defense.”
“So they’re comfortable, then.”
“I guess.”
“Sneaking out with their mistresses. Eating dinner with their families. Sleeping in their own comfy bed. Not sitting in a hotel bar at…” she glances at her watch “...eleven-thirty on a Tuesday, doing math about potential airbnb bridges.”
You don’t say anything. You can’t. But the bourbon is wearing off and the emotion replacing it is uglier.
She then considers her glass. Looks at it for a beat, then back at you.
“Does that bother you?” she asks. “That they are comfortable and you’re here?”
“I don’t…” You stop. Start again. “What they did wasn’t personal. They didn’t do this to me. They just did it, and I unfortunately got caught in the blast radius.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” Her eyes are fixed on yours. Dark, direct, steady, and somehow warmer than they should be; given what she’s asking.
“Yes,” you say finally. “It bothers me.”
“Good.” She finishes her wine in one swallow then sets the glass down. “It should.”
She stands, and you realize she’s leaving. The panic that shoots through you is irrational. She’s a stranger, you just met her. What the fuck is wrong with you?
“Wait,” you say. “Where are you…”
“I have a room upstairs.” She says it casually. “I was going to invite you, but you seem like the type who needs to be asked directly. So I’m asking.”
The words hang there. Huh? What is even happening right now? Your brain, which has spent twelve years analyzing risk and calculating probability, offers no useful input whatsoever.
“I’m not…” you start, but you don’t know how to finish. The kind of man who goes to hotel rooms with pretty strangers. You can’t make small talk right now. You’re not even sure what’s left in you to feel except this gray void that’s been eating you all day.
“You’re not what?” Tsuki asks patiently. Clearly amused at the broken man in front of her.
“I’m just a mess right now.”
“I noticed.” She holds out her hand. Slender fingers, nails painted red so dark it’s almost black. “Come anyway.”
You look at her hand. At her face. At her lips, curved into a shape that should look like a smile but isn’t quite there yet.
Every logical part of you is screaming that this is a bad idea. You are drunk, you are vulnerable, you don’t know this woman, and the last thing you need is to add “poor decisions with pretty strangers” to your ever growing list of recent failures.
Then you think: The logical parts of your brain are the parts that got you here. Twelve years of doing everything by the book; look where it landed you. Fuck it.
You take her hand.
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The elevator ride is silent.
Her hand stays in yours. Small, warm, surprisingly smooth all throughout. You notice her features in the harsh overhead light that you missed in the bar’s dimness: The exact shape of her collarbones beneath the thin silky fabric of her dress. Her breathing pattern, slow, even, and completely controlled.
Actually, it’s almost too controlled. Her pulse should be racing; heck, yours is. When your thumb brushes her wrist, there’s nothing. It beats steady and slow. Not one bit nervous.
Then you go back to her lips. You can’t stop looking at her lips. Some shade between rose and wine that you couldn’t name but won’t forget. You’re wondering if you’re ever going to get a taste of—
“You’re staring,” she says.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” The elevator dings. Doors open. “Just know that I see you doing it.”
The hallway is long, ominous, and quiet. Thick carpet swallows your footsteps. You pass a decorative alcove, traditional masks mounted on the wall. One catches your eye: a woman’s face, features twisted between anguish and rage, small horns emerging from the forehead. Beautiful and terrible.
Tsuki ignores it, doesn’t even react. But her hand tightens in yours, just slightly, as you pass.
She produces a keycard from somewhere. You didn’t see her carrying a purse. She opens a door near the end.
The room is a suite. Large and expensive; totally out of your budget right now. It’s the kind of room someone books when money isn’t a concern. Floor-to-ceiling windows look out over the city, Tokyo lights glittering in the darkness.
You’re barely through the door when she turns and her lips clash into yours.
Her mouth is hot and demanding, her hands fisting in your jacket, pulling you closer with a strength that surprises you. She tastes like red wine, exactly how you imagined, and there’s an aftertaste underneath it; something dark and sweet and sinful.
Fuck it.
You return the favor and kiss her back with the same intensity. Your hands find her waist, the curve of her hips through the thin fabric. She makes a sound against your mouth that’s between a moan and a laugh.
“Good boy,” she breathes. “There you are.”
She pushes you backward until your legs hit the bed. You sit with your whole weight, and she stands over you, looking down. The lighting behind her turns her into a bewitching silhouette, edges glowing, face in shadow.
“Take them off.”
You do.
Jacket first. Tie follows, then shirt when she gestures impatiently. Cool air brushes upon your bare chest, but her gaze is hot enough to compensate.
“Lie back.”
You do that too.
There is something about the way she gives orders that makes refusal feel moot, it feels inevitable.
She climbs onto the bed. Straddles you without touching, her knees bracketing your hips, her weight hovering just above yours. The hem of her dress rides up, revealing thighs that are toned and milky and smooth and close enough to touch if you just…
You reach for her.
“No.” She catches your wrists. Her grip is stronger than it should be. Not painful, but immovable. “Hands on the headboard.”
“What?”
“Put your hands on the headboard, and keep them there.”
You reach back and your fingers find cold metal bars. You grip them, and she smiles. That smile again, the one that puts you in a trance meant to obey her every word.
“Good boy.”
Then she lowers herself slowly. Just enough that you can feel the heat of her through the fabric of your slacks but not enough to give you any real friction.
You let out a sound between a groan and a whimper. Your hips try to lift, to chase the contact, but she rises with you, maintaining the exact distance she’s chosen.
“None of that.” Her voice is light, conversational, as if she isn’t torturing you. “Stay still. You take what I give you.”
“But Tsuki I…”
“Shhhh~”
She leans forward.
Her lips slowly brush your neck, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouth. Barely there; teasing. When you turn your head to try and capture her in a real kiss, she pulls back just far enough to deny you.
“Tsuki…”
You hear her breathe in.
“You smell like bourbon,” she murmurs against your throat. “And desperation but underneath all that, something interesting.”
Her hips roll. Once. A slow grind that drags a groan out of you despite yourself. She’s pressed against you now, heat and pressure and the thin barrier of clothing between you.
“That’s better.” Her breath is warm against your ear. “I wondered if you were still in there. If there was anything left under all that devastation.”
“I’m—”
“You’re very pretty when you’re falling apart.” She bites your earlobe. “Did you know that?”
Her hands work at your belt. She’s efficient, unhurried, and not wasting any time. She draws down the zipper, and the relief of pressure makes you gasp. Then her fingers wrap around you through your boxers, and your brain shortcircuits.
“There we go.” She strokes slowly, firmly, the fabric adding friction that borders on too much. “There’s my broken man.”
Usually you’d be offended by that. You should feel used, manipulated, reduced to something less than yourself—a plaything. But her hand is moving and her lips are tracing patterns on your throat and all you can feel is the desperate need for more.
“Please,” you hear yourself say.
“Please what?”
“More. I need…”
“I know what you need.” She pulls back. Your cock twitches at the loss of contact. “But you haven’t earned it yet.”
Before you can respond, she shifts down your body. Her fingers hook into the waistband of your boxers and pull them down; just enough to free you. The air is cool and you’re achingly throbbing hard.
“Not bad,” she says. Like your dignity isn’t spilling across the hotel sheets. “A little distracted, maybe. A little too in your head.”
“I’m not—”
“You are.” She traces one finger along your length. Base to the underside then to your tip, feather-light. “You’re thinking about tomorrow, about the phone calls you need to make, the bridges you need to rebuild, the hundred small humiliations waiting for you when you walk out of this room; about everything except what’s right in front of you.”
She’s right. Even now, even with her hand on your aching cock, some part of your brain is still doing the math, calculating the odds, preparing for the worst.
“Let me help you with that,” she says.
She lowers her head. Takes her time. You watch her descend. Her dark hair falling forward, her breath warm against your stomach, your hip bone, the crease of your thigh. Deliberately avoiding your cock, which twitches and strains toward her.
“Look at you,” she murmurs against your skin. “So eager. So hungry.”
Her tongue traces a line from your hip to your inner thigh. You shudder.
“When’s the last time someone touched you like this? Really took their time with you and not just going through the motions.”
You can’t answer, can’t even remember. Your last relationship ended two years ago, the reason: Mutual exhaustion, on brand, both of you too busy building careers to build anything else. Since then, nothing.
You hadn’t realized how starved you are for touch until now.
“That long?” She sounds amused. Her lips brush the base of your cock, and you make a sound that you don’t even want to name. “Poor thing.”
Her lips close around you. Just the tip, just enough to make you jerk against the headboard. Her mouth is hot, impossibly hot, and wet, and impossibly soft, her tongue swirling over your cockhead in patterns that should be illegal in several prefectures.
You’ve had blowjobs before, but whatever she’s doing with her tongue; your entire education has not prepared you for this.
For one perfect second, there’s nothing in your head except the sensation of her.
Then she pulls off then sits back. She wipes the corner of her mouth with one elegant finger.
“No,” you say. It comes out pathetic and broken. “Please don’t stop…”
“You taste like need.” She tilts her head. “Like someone who’s been empty for a very long time and didn’t even notice until just now.”
“Tsuki—”
“Shhhh.” She rises onto her knees. Her hands go to the thin straps of her dress, and she slides them down her shoulders excruciatingly slow. Revealing inch after inch of her perfect porcelain skin.
The dress falls to her waist. You want to touch her more than you’ve wanted anything in recent memory. Your hands twitch against the headboard.
“Stay,” she says. Like you’re a dog. Like you’d do anything she asked as long as she kept looking at you like that.
(You would. You’d bark too if she asked for it. That’s the terrifying part.)
She reaches back. The dress slithers down her hips, and she’s naked above you. Toned limbs and soft curves and that face, watching you with dark eyes reflecting nothing and seeing everything.
Her tits are fuller than you expected. Ample, perfectly shaped, nipples erect making your mouth water. You want to taste them. You want to taste every inch of her.
“You look like you yearn for my touch,” she says.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
She laughs, low and pleased. “You’re getting greedy. I like that.”
She takes your hand releasing it from the headboard, and brings it to her chests. Your fingers curve around the soft weight of her tits. She shivers. Just slightly; a crack in her composure.
“Like this,” she says. “Gently, like you’re learning every part of me.”
You are; making an inventory of every stimulus: The texture of her skin. The give of her mounds in your palm. The way her nipples harden against your touch. She guides your thumb across it, and her breath catches. You hear a small sound forced out of her.
“Good,” she croons. “That’s good.”
She lets you explore her with both hands now: The dip of her waist. The flare of her hips. The surprising softness of her inner thighs. You take your time, learning every curve, every part of her where your touch makes her breath trickle in intervals.
You lean up to press your lips to her collarbone, slowly tasting her; expensive rose margarita, floral notes with hints of salt. You can’t get enough of it so you continue tasting her. She doesn’t stop you this time. Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you there, letting you trace your mouth down to her decadent breasts.
You take her nipple in your mouth.
The sound she makes; low, involuntary, almost a moan. It sends electricity through you. She tastes clean, faintly sweet, definitely addicting. You roll the other nipple between your fingers, and her hips jerk against you.
“Careful,” she breathes. But she doesn’t pull away. Her hand tightens in your hair.
You worship her. There’s absolutely no other word for it. You learn the weight of her plush tits, the exact shade of those nipples, the way she gasps when you graze them with your teeth. You memorize the curve of her ribs, the softness of her stomach, the trail of heat your mouth leaves down her body.
When you reach the crease of her thigh, she stops you.
“Not yet.” Her voice rougher now. Less controlled. “Lie back Akihiro.”
You do.
She shifts down your body, and you feel her everywhere. The brush of her hair against your chest, her tits dragging across your stomach, her breath warm against your hip.
She takes you in her hand.
“Let me give this a taste,” she says as her eyes linger at your aching cock. “I want to know what you feel and taste like on my tongue.”
Before you can respond, she lowers her head. “Mhmm~”
Her mouth closes around you slowly. Going beyond the tip this time. She takes you deeper, inch by inch, her tongue tracing the underside of your shaft as she descends. Wet heat and gentle suction and the sight of her. Those lips stretched around you, her dark eyes looking up through her lashes, watching your face break apart as she swallows the whole of you down.
“God.” The word forced out of you.
She pulls back just as slowly. Her tongue swirls over your head, dipping into the slit and you can feel yourself leaking endlessly onto her tongue. She hums and the vibration nearly sends you over the edge.
“Now, you taste like want,” she murmurs against your throbbing cock. “Like someone who’s forgotten what it feels like to be touched.”
She takes you again, much deeper. You feel the back of her throat, feel her swallow around you, and your hands fist in the sheets because you’re not allowed to touch her head. You know that without being told.
She sets a rhythm designed to devour you. Slow, deliberate strokes that build pressure without release. Every time you get close to the climax, every time you feel yourself teetering on the edge, she pulls back. Lets the sensation fade. Then starts again.
“Tsuki, please—”
“Please what?”
“I need—”
“I know what you need.” She releases you with a wet pop. Your cock bobs against your stomach, wet and covered with her saliva, aching. “But you haven’t earned it yet.”
She crawls up your body. Positions herself so she’s straddling you, her heat hovering just above your desperate erection. You can feel her. How wet she is, the slick of her cunt, evidence of her own arousal painting the head of your cock as she slowly shifts.
“Do you want it inside?” she asks.
“Yes.” The word comes out broken. “Please. God. Yes.”
She reaches down. Takes your length in her hand. Guides you until you’re pressed against her entrance. Wet, incredibly hot, the promise of her right there.
She doesn’t let you in.
Instead, she rocks. A slow, torturous grind that slides your cock through her folds, coating you in her arousal, the head catching against her clit on every pass. She shudders when it does. Small tremors that tell you she’s not as unaffected as she pretends.
“Feel that?” she whispers. “Feel how wet you make me?”
You can.
The slick glide of her against you. The heat that radiates from her. The way her lips part around your shaft without quite taking you in. Just barely. Everything you want, just out of reach.
“Let me,” you beg. Your hands find her hips, trying to pull her down. “Tsuki, please, let me—”
“No.”
She grinds harder. Your cock continues to slide through her silky folds, grazing against her clit, and she gasps. Unguarded. Her eyes flutter closed for just a second.
“Not tonight,” she manages. “Tonight you learn to want.”
“I already want—”
“Not like this.” She increases her pace. The friction is maddening. It’s driving you insane how slick and hot and so close you are to what you need. “Tonight you learn what it feels like to burn for something you can’t have.”
You’re going to come. You can feel your climax building. That inevitable pressure. Just from this. Just from the slide of her against you, the heat of her, the promise of a depth you’re not yet allowed to reach.
“Tsuki—I’m going to—”
She slows. Doesn’t lift away. Hovers. Her hand finds your jaw, turns your face toward hers.
“Tell me one thing first.”
Your brain is static. “What?”
“About yourself. Not what you did at Ishikawa. Not the career. Something true.”
You can’t think. You’ll say anything to get her to keep moving. The words come out before you decide to say them.
“I’ve been waiting for something like this. An excuse to start over. I just didn’t want it to cost me my career.”
Her almost-smile. Genuine, this time. Cracked through with something you can’t read.
“Good boy.”
She stops. Lifts herself away.
The loss of contact is physically painful. Your cock throbs against the cold air, slick and desperate. You make a sound that might be a sob, or at least close to one.
This is it. This is how you die. Not from career destruction or public humiliation, but from a gorgeous stranger edging you in a hotel room. The obituary page is going to be amazing.
“Shhhh.” She strokes your chest. Almost tender. “Breathe.”
“I can’t—”
“Yes you can. Breathe with me.”
You breathe. Ragged, broken, but you do it anyway. The urgency recedes. Barely. Just enough to keep you from spilling onto your own stomach.
“Good boy.” She rewards you by shifting back down, taking you in her mouth again. One slow stroke, base to tip, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside of your cock. Then she releases you.
“Want a taste?”
The words don’t register at first. Your brain is static. Especially after that last assault.
“What?”
“I want your mouth on me.” She moves up your body, positions herself over your face. “I want to feel your tongue inside me while you’re aching for what you can’t have.”
You look up at her. Her thighs frame your vision (you save this mental image into the deepest folds of your brain in high quality).
She’s glistening in the low city light, every wet inch of her catching the windowpane glow. Swollen and pink. Her scent hits you. Musky and sweet and intoxicating.
“Open your mouth,” she says.
You do. She lowers herself onto you.
The first taste of her is overwhelming. She’s hot against your tongue, slick and swollen, and when you trace the length of her slit, she shudders above you.
“That’s it,” she breathes. “Just like that.”
You eat her like she’s the first meal you’ve had in years. You learn the topography of her. Her soft luxurious folds, the hard pearl of her clit, the entrance that clenches when you press your tongue inside. She tastes like desire made physical. She feels like a sin you’re willing to commit.
Her hips rock against your face. Chasing your tongue, grinding down when you find the right spot. The sounds she makes are arriving faster now.
“Your mouth,” she gasps. “God, your mouth.”
You focus on her clit. Gentle pressure, then more, reading her responses. When you suck, she cries out. You then flick your tongue in quick patterns, her thighs start to tremble.
You’re painfully hard beneath her: neglected, desperate, and somehow that makes this better. Your own need gets amplified with every sensation, every taste, every sound she lets out.
She’s close. Her movement doesn’t hide it well, the way her legs tighten around your head, her moans rising an octave higher, leaving her breathless.
Then she pulls away.
“No.” She’s panting now. Flushed. Her composure cracked but not broken. “No. That’s enough.”
“Let me finish—”
“No.” She climbs off you. Stands beside the bed. Trembling slightly, her voice is still steady. “That’s what tonight is about.”
You lie there, aching. Covered in the taste and scent of her. Your cock leaking with need.
“What is tonight about then?” Your voice sounds wrecked. You don’t care.
She looks at you. Something flickers in her eyes, almost like regret.
“Tonight is about you learning what you want,” she says. “And remembering that you’re still capable of wanting it.”
She reaches for her dress.
“What are you…”
“That’s enough for tonight.” She pulls it on, covering all that perfect skin. “You did well Akihiro.”
“I didn’t-we didn’t-”
“No.” She looks at you over her shoulder. “We didn’t. That’s the point.”
You’re still hard, still aching, and still covered in her.
“Why?” you ask.
She walks back to the bed. Sits on the edge. Reaches out and traces a finger along your jaw. Gentle and almost affectionate.
“Because you came here to feel nothing,” she says. “And I wanted to show you that you can’t. That underneath all that careful numbness, there’s still something alive.”
“That’s…”
“Cruel? Maybe.” She leans in. Presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. Pulls back before you can deepen it. “But I think you needed cruelty tonight Akihiro. I think you needed someone to remind you that you’re not dead yet.”
You don’t have an answer. You just lie there while your eyes are glued to her; continue to taste her in your mouth.
She stands. And like a magic trick she produces a business card from somewhere and sets it on the nightstand.
“There’s a shower through here. Hot water. Good pressure. Help yourself. Feel free to make yourself at home.”
“Tsuki…”
“You’ll see me again.” She pauses at the door. That almost-smile playing on her lips. “The people who did this to you, Akihiro. They’re sleeping comfortably tonight. Doesn’t that bother you? Fight.”
Then she’s gone.
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You stand in the shower for what feels like eternity. You let the water flow. The shower water is scalding, but you stay under it anyway. It reddens your skin. You let it sear away whatever the hell just happened. Because the moment you took her hand, you knew you were cooked.
You came here to feel nothing. She’d said that like she knew. Like she’d seen right through you from the moment she appeared.
She’s right.
You’d wanted oblivion. Bourbon and bad decisions and the emptiness that comes from surrendering control. Instead, she’d given you something worse: she’d made you feel. She made you reach for desire, and frustration, and something raw, and desperate that you’d been burying since Tanaka-san wouldn’t meet your eyes.
She’d forced you open, looked at what was inside, and walked away.
Your body still aches; arousal denied, muscles tensed for a release that never came. You can still taste her. That salty-sweet musk you’d swallowed like a man dying of thirst. You can still feel the spectral weight of her on your face, her thighs nestled against your cheeks.
You wrap your hand around yourself. The water beats down on your back. You stroke once, twice…
And stop.
It feels wrong, unfinished business that shouldn’t be finished alone. She’d denied you for a reason. You don’t understand the reason yet, but completing the act yourself feels like cheating. Like letting her down.
What the fuck is wrong with you?!
You turn off the water. Wrap a towel around your waist. Walk back into the room that still smells faintly of her. Wine and a looming presence of something darker.
The people who did this to you. They’re sleeping comfortably tonight.
The business card is still on the nightstand. Just a phone number. No name.
You pick it up. Turn it over. Nothing on the back.
Your phone is still off; you could turn it on. Finally face the music: all the unread messages, the missed calls, the reality waiting to tear you apart.
Instead, you lie down on the bed that still holds the ghost of her body. Close your eyes. Try to remember the exact taste of her lips. Replay all the stored images in your head.
You don’t sleep. But when the sun finally rises, pale and gray through the windows, you’re still thinking about her question.
Doesn’t that bother you?
Yes.
It fucking does.
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Three days later
There’s a networking event at a hotel downtown. It’s a different hotel but the same species of desperation. Fifty people in business casual, circulating with drinks and business cards, pretending they’re not all acutely aware of who’s up and who’s down.
You’re down, you’re obviously at the gutter, and everyone by now knows it.
You can see it in how conversations pause when you approach, the slight stiffening of shoulders, the bright smiles that don’t reach anyone’s eyes. People you’ve known for years. All of them have discovered fascinating things to look at on the opposite side of the room.
Plague carrier. That’s what you are now. They brought back social distancing and you are patient zero.
Three days since Tsuki left you aching in that room. Three days of phone calls that go to voicemail, emails that don’t get responses, and the slow realization that your network; twelve years of carefully cultivated ‘relationships’, has been quarantined along with your career.
You’re on your second club soda. Trying to stay sharp, proving something to yourself.
Then she appears.
She doesn’t approach. She just shows up, like she stepped out of the gap between one second and the next. One second the space beside you is empty. The next, she’s there.
“You look better than last time,” she says.
She looks different. Hair down loose curls. Off-shoulder black gown. She looks like she belongs, which means she definitely does not.
“How did you know I’d be here?”
“Mmhm. Lucky guess.” She plucks a canapé from a passing tray, looks at it, sets it back. “You’ve been busy. I saw you talking to that woman in white. And that startup founder, the one who still thinks ‘runway’ is something you build at an airport and ‘profit’ is a myth investors tell children at bedtime.”
You didn’t see her watching. You’re sure of that. You were scanning the room the whole time.
“Are you following me?”
“I’m helping you, Akihiro.” She nods toward a cluster of suits near the bar. “Blue tie. Kwon, Minjun. South Korean conglomerate money. He needs someone to handle a family restructuring, discreetly. The big firms won’t touch it. Lots of excuses: too complex and too messy and too many secrets.”
“And you know this how?”
“I’m Tsuki~ Also, people love talking and I am good at listening. People with a lot of secrets tend to be more chatty.” She’s already moving. “Come on. I’ll introduce you.”
The conversation with Kwon takes around fifteen minutes. She does most of the work; positioning you as exactly what he needs, someone outside the system, someone who understands discretion. By the end, he’s asking for your card and suggesting lunch next week.
When you turn to thank her, she’s gone. You look for her.
You find her in a service corridor off the main hall. She’s leaning against a wall, arms crossed, watching you approach like she knew exactly how long it would take.
“He’s very much interested in you,” she says. “You’ll have the account by Friday.”
“You set that up. The whole thing.”
“I initiated the conversation. You performed, and you performed extremely well.” She tilts her head. “You’re welcome.”
“Why do you do these things for me? What do you want from me?”
“Right now? She glances down the corridor: not a single soul, empty, no cameras in sight. She bites her lower lip. “I want your mouth.”
“That’s a lot to ask for just an introduction.”
“Is it?” She steps closer. “Fifteen minutes with the Kwon Minjun. A man who doesn’t take meetings with anyone below C-suite. I got you that with a smile and my pretty face.” Her fingers find your tie, straightens it. “My price seems pretty…reasonable.”
“And if I want to negotiate?”
“You’re not in the position to negotiate, Aki-kun. I have the upperhand here.” She says it like she’s explaining basic arithmetics. “You need clients and I just handed you one. The question isn’t whether you’ll pay. It’s whether you’ll do it well enough that I keep helping you.”
“And if I do it well?”
“Then maybe I’ll tell you something more about myself.” Her almost-smile. “After.”
“Before.”
“After, Akihiro-kun. Or never.”
You consider the corridor. The networking event you’re supposed to be attending. Her eyes that just lures you in the abyss of bad decisions.
While she watches you decide, she slowly lifts her arm; points toward the floor between her heels.
“On your knees, Akihiro-kun.” Her smile sharpens. “Let’s see how thorough you can be.”
The tile is cold and dirty and hard. You don’t care. She's gathering the tulle in one fist and hiking the gown up slowly, watching your face, enjoying the way your eyes track every inch of exposed thigh.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” she says. “How I taste. These past three days, lying in your bed, remembering how wet I was on your tongue.”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. Black lace, barely there. She slides them down her thighs, steps out of them, tucks them into your jacket pocket. “Something to remember me by.”
Tulle bunched at her hips. She's bare underneath. Pink and glistening and close enough that you can smell her arousal. Your mouth waters.
“Look at you,” she murmurs. “So eager. So thirsty.” She traces a finger along your jaw. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to taste you.”
“Be more specific. Let it all out Aki-kun.”
“I want to lick your pussy until you cum on my face.”
The words come out before your brain can veto them. God, what’s wrong with you?!
Tsuki shivers just slightly. A crack in that perfect composure she’s trying so hard to maintain.
Okay. Dirty talk does work. Good to know.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
You lean in. Press your eager lips to her inner thigh. She inhales sharply.
“Tease,” she breathes.
“I learned from the best.”
You take your time. Kissing up one thigh, then the other. Letting your breath ghost over where she wants you, never quite touching. She makes a frustrated sound, and her fingers find your hair.
“Akihiro…”
“You made me wait three days.” You’re so close now. You can see how wet she is, pink, glistening, slick and swollen, practically dripping. “You can wait three minutes.”
“I don’t…” She gasps as your tongue finally touches her. Just once. A slow, flat stroke from her entrance to her clit. “Fuck.”
“You don’t what?”
“I don’t like waiting.”
“You do now.”
You lick her again: Slower. Savoring. She tastes just like you remembered. Her hips buck toward your mouth, but you pull back enough to deny her the pressure she wants.
“You’re getting brave,” she manages.
“I’m getting even.”
You seal your lips around her clit and suck. She cries out. Loud. Extremely loud for a service corridor. It echoes over the length of it. Then her hand slaps over her mouth.
“Quiet,” you murmur against her. “Someone might hear.”
“You bastard.”
You slide two fingers inside her. She’s soaked, clenching around you immediately, her whole body jerking at the intrusion.
“God, you’re so wet.” You curl your fingers, searching. “You’ve been thinking about this too. Haven’t you?”
She doesn’t answer. Her thighs are shaking.
“Haven’t you?”
“Yes.” It comes out broken. “Yes, I-there, right there, don’t stop-”
You don’t stop. You finger fuck her and lick her clit in tight circles, the same rhythm, relentless. She’s grinding against your face now, chasing it, all the composure slowly but surely crumbling.
“You’re going to cum,” you tell her. “Right here in this hallway. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could see you like this. Gown around your hips, fucking yourself on my tongue.”
“Akihiro…”
“Now. Cum for me.”
She breaks.
Her whole body seizes, cunt clamping down on your fingers, thighs squeezing your head, the sound she makes is muffled by her hand but you can still hear it; raw, desperate, nothing like the controlled woman who manifested into that bar four days ago.
You work her through it. Slower now, gentler, drawing out every aftershock. She shudders repeatedly and you don’t pull away until she pushes at your shoulders.
“Enough.” She’s panting. Flushed. Her legs are visibly unsteady. “Enough.”
You sit back on your heels. Wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Your fingers are still drenched with her.
“Was that thorough enough?” you ask.
She stares at you. For a long moment, she doesn’t say anything. Just breathes. Then that smile returns, slower this time.
“You’re learning.”
She pushes off the wall. Smooths the gown back into place. Her legs are still trembling slightly, and the knowledge that you did that, that you made her shake, sends a hot pulse of satisfaction through you.
You’re achingly hard. She can see the visual outline of you straining against your slacks.
“What about…”
“No.” She’s composing herself. Running her fingers through her hair. “Not yet.”
“Tsuki.”
“You made me cum.” She steps closer. Looks down at the bulge in your pants. Presses her palm against it, just once, firm and fleeting. You make a strangled sound. “That’s more than most people get. Be grateful.”
“I want—”
“I know what you want.” She leans in. Her lips brush your ear. “You want to bend me over and fuck me until I scream. You want to fill me up and watch it drip out of me. You want to make me as desperate as you’ve been for the past four days.”
“Yes.”
“Mhmm.” She pulls back. Straightens your jacket. Her underwear is still in your pocket, damp against your chest. “Not yet.”
“When?”
“When I decide.” That smile again; dangerous and promising. “Now go back to the party. Smile at Kwon. Think about how good I tasted while you shake hands and make small talk.”
She’s walking away before you can respond.
You stand. Adjust your jacket. Fix yourself until you’re presentable before walking back to the party. Take a couple of seconds to breathe.
Her underwear is still in your pocket. You should do something about that. Put it somewhere. Throw it away. Anything other than keeping it like some kind of pervert trophy.
You don’t do anything about it, just transfer it inside the pocket lining of your jacket.
You enter the venue. Kwon catches your eye across the room. Raises his glass. You nod back and approach him.
Your phone buzzes.
Hinode-san. I’ve reached out a couple of times now. I understand you’ve signed an NDA. I’m not asking about Ishikawa this time. I’m inquiring about something else. Call when you’re ready.
You stare at the message. Something else. You don’t know what that means. The journalist’s byline was on the Polaris coverage last year (she totally fucked them up). The Bloomberg interview with the Blockberry whistleblower. Her pieces have a way of turning into criminal indictments.
You don’t answer.
Your phone buzzes again. Different number. Unknown with a weird handle.
般若: The Kwon family charity gala is Saturday. The daughter manages their venture fund. She’ll be looking for someone like you.
般若: Wear your navy suit. It fits you better than that gloomy excuse you have on.
You look around the room. She’s nowhere. Another buzz.
般若: You looked like you’re starting to believe in yourself
般若: I like that.
般若: Sleep well tonight, Akihiro-kun. You’ll need the energy.
You stare at the screen. The navy suit. She’s never seen your closet. She’s never been to your apartment.
You should be frightened. You should be calling the police, or a psychiatrist, or anyone who can explain how a woman you met a few days ago knows what suits you own.
Instead, you’re thinking about the sound she made when she came. The way her control cracked. The three seconds where she was just a woman shaking against your mouth.
You place your phone in your pocket.
You don’t sleep well that night. But when you close your eyes, you’re not thinking about the Kwon family, or your ruined career.
You’re thinking about her. You think about what she said.
The people who did this to you. They’re comfortable. Fight.
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A/N: So, you finally finished the first act. Good boy. How did you like it? How did you like me?
You and I have more time together in the upcoming chapters; Bunn just needs a little convincing to write it faster. Leave a comment so he knows you want what's next. A like, a follow, a reprose. All of it fuels him like how Akihiro—(clears throat.) Like how it also fuels me.
Reviews and suggestions welcome. I'd be very disappointed if you held them back from me.
I'll see you in the next chapter reader-san~
-般若
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You didn't know who she was. You didn't know who she was with. You didn't know where she was from. You knew practically nothing about her.
Except her name was Lily and she had the most stupidly sexy Aussie accent you'd ever heard.
You had met her that same day, around noon, during the set of a Tech House DJ you were a fan of. She turned out to be in the same area of the audience that you had come to in search of getting a little closer to the stage, near the middle. The click was instantaneous.
At first you had been at a considerable distance from each other, only giving each other discreet glances between drops. That's where you noticed how hot that woman was, with those damn tight latex pants and that perfect belly. Her bust was moderate, but she didn't need much more. Not with that sexy look and that damn attractive nose.
The interest had been mutual; it had been evident by the way she looked back at you, subtle checks up and down, lip bites and small winks. By the time the set was over, she had already stood on her back right in front of you so you could dance with her, her lascivious ass against your bulge, her sweaty back against your chest.
The advances were constant, one after another. Light touches at first, then firmer grips, then caresses, then more brazen movements on her part to tease you. When you had least expected it, you had already kissed her with such fierceness that you had her moaning into your mouth.
Now, you knew it was serious when she started squeezing your cock through your pants. She did it at the most unexpected moments to catch you by surprise, and your way of responding was always to grab her ass. But she wanted more. You wanted more.
So there you went, straight to your festival tent, located rather towards the back, almost bordering on the forest beyond. It was one in the morning, and you both had a good amount of beers in your system. She was carrying an unopened one in her hand, in fact. You weren't surprised; the little you knew about her was that she was quite the party girl.
You walked in with her hand in hand and zipped up the tent behind you. Lily soon threw her arms around your neck and pressed herself against you, the cold beer can pressed against your upper back. In contrast, it was hot in there. Largely because of how horny you both were.
"Mmm, fucking finally huh?" she murmured hoarsely before crashing her lips against yours.
You immediately wrapped your arms around Lily's curvy, slightly fleshy body, one around her waist and the other across her back, accepting her lips in a desperate, disastrous kiss. The tent was large, with a padded floor and a high ceiling, allowing you to move comfortably with her to the center, near the mat where you later hoped to sleep with her.
A moan escaped Lily's mouth as you brought your face to her neck and, without a second thought, gave a long upward lick to her soft, sweaty skin, your hands gripping her waist tightly. Normally, at a festival, after hours and hours of sun and heat and sweat, you would be smelly and sticky. Not Lily. She continued to give off the same pleasant and addictive lavender aroma.
"My god, you're so fucking hot," you growled between kisses and hickeys on her neck and jaw. Now you had her by the ass, with strong grips that made her push against you. "You don't have a boyfriend, do you?"
"Of course not, idiot," she grumbled, reaching a hand inside your sweatpants to pull out your erect cock and stroke it. It was the hand she held the beer with, so it was cold and wet to the touch, the sensation amplified by the cold metal of his rings.
"Great" you returned to her lips, a few more slobbery kisses before looking into those deep black-lined eyes. "Although if I'm honest, if you had I wouldn't have given a damn."
"What a jerk."
"I'm serious," you now moved down her neck and collarbone, avoiding her choker and the gold necklace she was wearing. When you were on your knees in front of her, both hands on her wide hips, you looked into her eyes. "You could be wearing an engagement ring right now, woman, but I'd still fuck your brains out."
“Shut the fuck up and worship me,” she demanded, cupping your face with the same icy hand, her nails digging into your cheeks. "You've been pawing at my belly all day and drooling over it, haven't you? Fucking kiss me there. Go on."
Lily released your face with a gentle nudge, letting you bury yourself fully against her abdomen. So perfect. So soft. So deliciously gifted by the gods. You showered it with kisses, every single inch: her sides, right along her Adonis belt; her lower abs; all around her navel. Even the flesh of her waist, on either side, ended up soaked with your saliva.
With both hands on her hips, you spun her around abruptly so that her ass was now what lay right before your face. Your fingers worked quickly on the button of her latex pants and on her zipper, which you pulled all the way down before giving a sudden yank downward. The pants were already stupidly tight to begin with, but, compounded by the sweat, they clung so tightly to her skin that you had to pull them down inch by inch, hard, until they bunched up right at the tops of her thighs, forming a sexy ring of soft flesh spilling over the latex.
You left them right there. It was exactly what you needed, nothing more. Her ass lay exposed just inches from your face, round and lovely. She wore a pair of pretty black lace panties that left almost her entire buttocks bare. Before doing anything else, you gripped her thighs and let your lips roam over the soft flesh of her ass. Lily, watching you over her shoulder, lips parted and a faint blush rising in her cheeks, gasped with every little kiss.
"This is what you’ve wanted all day, isn't it?" Lily asked. The question made you smile as you slowly slid her panties down. "You haven't stopped staring and grabbing it all fucking day."
"And you haven't been able to stop rubbing it against my dick," you retorted. Lily’s panties ended up bunched around her thighs, sitting at the exact same level as her pants. She was soaked down there, you could tell even in the dim light of your tent. "We'll see how you get when I shove it in your mouth and fuck your throat."
"We're not talking about me, you punk."
As soon as she finished that sentence, Lily grabbed the hair at the back of your head and buried your face deep between her ass cheeks. Your mouth found the soft flesh of her slippery folds, slightly salty to the taste. The moan she let out was enough to drive any man wild. You explored her slit, thirsty. Your heavy breathing and hot breath warmed against her skin. There wasn't a single part of her pretty pussy that your tongue didn't stimulate.
You heard the unmistakable gaseous hiss of a beer can popping open.
You looked up.
"Fancy a coldie, party boy?"
You smirked. Just how freaky were you feeling on this particular day? Lily’s gaze, heavy with lust and a faint spark of mischief, gave you the answer: pretty damn freaky.
"Go on."
Lily didn't wait; she brought the beer can down to her lower back and poured the cold liquid right between her ass cheeks. The steady stream, cascading down her crack and dripping over her buttocks, met your lips. You lapped it up as best you could, all while your tongue worked away at her pussy. The tent floor was going to be a total disaster, but it was going to be worth every damn second.
Still not satisfied, Lily kept pouring the beer down her ass crack. With both hands cupping her ass, you devoted yourself completely to the task, drinking up as much as you could while squeezing and massaging her buttocks. It was a bit of a waste, considering the vast majority of the beer just ended up on the floor. But seriously, who the fuck cared?
The beer can went empty; you heard Lily toss it into a corner of the tent.
"I hope that was delicious, you bastard," she growled. Her grip remained on the back of your neck, tighter now. Her fingernails dug into your scalp as you continued to devour her. "I could have just drunk that myself."
"You’ve already had like six of those. One more wouldn't make a difference."
You spread Lily's ass cheeks apart and, with determination, let your tongue work faster. Your focus was her clit. Lily squealed with pleasure, and it wasn't long before she thrust her hips against your face as she reached her climax.
"Ohhh shit!" Lily moaned, smothering you with her ass, her thighs trembling. "You really were hungry for that pussy, huh?"
You pulled away and sprang to your feet, grabbed Lily by the waist, and delivered a stinging slap to her right ass cheek. The red mark appeared instantly.
The truth was, you were horny as hell. You weren't even thinking straight when, with a single yank, you pulled your sweatpants and boxers down to your calves, spat in your hand to lube up your cock, and buried it deep inside the best pussy you’d ever had in your damn life.
"Nnnngh, you son of a bitch!" she growled.
Lily, still with her knees slightly bent, instinctively bent her upper body downward, desperately searching for something to grab onto while you remained buried inside her, balls-deep. She only managed to find one of your wrists. Her other arm hung limply beneath her.
The lascivious, wet sounds of sweaty flesh slapping together took over the tent. Your thrusts were wild, each one sending your glans slamming against her cervix and making that sexy flesh jiggle like jelly. She was wet as hell. Every inch of your veiny cock slid slickly in and out of her. Lily struggled to keep her balance amidst all the shaking, the movement of her legs restricted by the way her pants remained (and would continue to remain) bunched up around her thighs. Her moans, more screams than anything else, vied for acoustic space.
You gave her no respite, not even for a second, blinded by lust and perhaps a little by the eight beers coursing through your blood. With a growl, you grabbed her by the forearms, yanked her arms back, causing her back to arch, and pumped your hips in an animalistic frenzy until Lily came with a sharp, strangled cry.
"God! I drive you fucking crazy, don't I?" Lily looked back at you over her shoulder, her face twisted in pleasure, her thighs and hips still writhing. "Is that why you're fucking me like a filthy whore?"
You yanked yourself abruptly out of her, released her arms, and let her drop to her knees. Lily followed you with her eyes as you circled around her, grabbed a handful of her long platinum hair, and forced your cock deep into her mouth. She sucked you hard, tasting her own pussy through you, slurping up the very saliva she left behind.
"Oh yeah, be a filthy whore and suck that cock," you growled, your grip firm on her hair.
Lily wrapped three fingers around the base, holding your cock straight as she diligently pumped the head at a steady rhythm, gagging each time her lips brushed against her own fingers. You landed a sharp slap against her cheek, making her moan with your flesh still inside her, then grabbed your cock and pulled it out of her mouth.
"Mmm, how would it bother you to smudge that pretty eyeliner just a little bit?" you asked, tapping your cock against her outstretched tongue.
"Minus fucking two," she said, rubbing herself against your shaft, using her beautiful aquiline nose to trace its length. "You can throat-fuck me, spit on me, slap me, choke me. Fuck, get me pregnant if you feel like it."
"Alright, well, we'll draw the line at that last one."
Lily laughed, maintaining an amused expression even as you shoved your cock back into her mouth. You thrust straight down to the bottom, both hands cupping the back of her head. The teasing smirk vanished from her face. She scrunched up her nose and gagged around you. A trickle of saliva spilled down past her lower lip.
"That's it, choke on it, bitch," you growled through clenched teeth, driving her head against your pelvis.
More saliva dripped onto the floor. You held her there for several long seconds, and then, instead of letting her breathe, you started pumping your hips. Fast, deep thrusts. Your balls slammed against her chin with every stroke. More and more saliva. Lily locked eyes with you as tears began to well up in her own. These soon slid down her cheeks.
It took a good number of thrusts to keep her crying. With a triumphant smile, you finally stopped when the black eyeliner ran beneath her eyes, merging with her tears. You pulled out of her mouth with a sharp tug. Lily gasped for air, a complete mess; her entire mouth and chin were smeared with thick saliva, which dripped straight down into the cleavage of her top and onto her thighs.
You delivered a sharp slap to her cheek just as she was trying to catch her breath. A moan escaped her lips.
"Happy?" you asked.
Lily raised her eyes and met your gaze.
"Not until you make my pussy absolutely dripping wet," she declared in a faint voice. "And when I say dripping... I mean really dripping. I want to turn your damn tent into a swimming pool."
Fuck.
You immediately dropped to your knees and laid her flat on her back. She couldn't spread her legs, not even a couple of centimeters. Your only option—and one you didn't complain about in the slightest—was to press both of her knees up against her torso. Lily held her legs in place, gripping them behind the knees with both arms. Her pussy, squeezed tight between her thighs, made your mouth water.
You drove your cock inside her with a forceful thrust. Her pussy was so slick that the smooth motion made you gasp.
With your hands on her thighs, fingers digging firmly into her soft flesh, you began to fuck her pussy with deep, reckless thrusts. Lily’s back arched. With her eyes closed, she parted her lips, doing nothing but panting. Every now and then, a sensual moan escaped her.
"Fuuuuck!" Lily growled, her fingernails digging into the latex of her pants so hard that she actually punctured it slightly. "So fucking good, oh my god... oh my god, oh my god!"
You leaned forward, bracing your fists against the tent canvas on either side of her arms, and transitioned into an up-and-down motion, slamming her pussy against the floor. Lily lost her breath with the first few thrusts, but then managed to regain her breathing and looked up at you. Her smudged eyeliner had left dark streaks across her cheeks.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "Pound me, you fucking punk. Pound me hard!"
Lily came with a primal growl just seconds later. As her thighs trembled, her pussy made a soft squelching sound with every one of your thrusts. You felt a tiny spurt of warm liquid splash against your shaft. It wasn't enough, and you knew it. You continued, relentless. You moved her arms away from around her legs and replaced them with your upper torso, pinning her between yourself and the ground.
Finally, you were forced to pull out of her when she came so hard that, this time, a jet of fluid shot upward, splashed against your abdomen, and trickled back down.
"Just like that, fuck!" Lily shrieked, so ecstatic that her cheeks were flushed with a blush that spread all the way down to her chest. "You’re a fucking marvel!"
The way she said it burrowed into your brain and sent tingles through you. With that sexy accent of hers. That alluring way she rolled her R’s and emphasized her L’s.
God, you were starving for her.
You laid her down on her side and kept fucking her, her knees pressed against her torso, one hand on her fleshy waist, and the other right where the latex bunched up against the flesh of her thighs. You brought her to climax two more times like that, resulting in two more spurts of squirt. The first one stronger than the last.
True to her word, Lily had turned your tent into a goddamn swamp. The entire floor between your legs was soaked. Little rivulets branched out from the main pool, spreading toward the sides. She was breathing in ragged gasps, completely overstimulated. Her long, platinum hair was a total mess. There were fresh tears in her eyes. She was just as sweaty as you were.
"As obsessed as I am with how you look trapped inside those pants, I’m starting to want to see a little more of you," you said.
"I couldn't agree more," Lily panted.
It was a struggle to get her pants off, given how tightly they clung to her skin, but within a few minutes, you managed to strip her completely naked. You undressed yourself as well. Then, you climbed on top of her and spent a good while just kissing her, letting your hands explore every inch of her body until she guided you back inside her.
You fucked her missionary-style, then on your sides, sucking and licking her modest yet full breasts, and you even let her ride you. The mess from a moment ago didn't repeat itself, but you could tell from her gaze that each orgasm was triggering an increasingly severe short circuit in her brain.
About half an hour later, when you felt you’d reached the point of no return on your way to climax, and just as Lily was riding out another orgasm, she grabbed your chin and made you look her in the eye.
"Fuck my ass," she murmured. "Raw. I don't care if it doesn't fit all."
"Are you sure? Have you done this before?"
"I didn't ask you to interrogate me about my sex life. I asked you to fuck my ass." Lily turned around and got onto her hands and knees, her ass thrust up toward you, mere centimeters from the ground. "Now."
Well, who were you to refuse?
You quickly rose onto your knees behind her, placed a hand on her waist to steady her, and, after a bit of preliminary lubrication courtesy of your own saliva, pressed your glans against her asshole. Lily hissed in pain at first, but her walls eventually yielded. Only partially, though; you only managed to get about half your shaft inside. Any deeper became painful for her.
It was perfectly enough for you. You planted a foot on the ground, gripped her by the hips, and began thrusting up and down. You both had an absolutely fucking amazing time, moaning almost in unison against the backdrop of the festival’s roar and the activity in the surrounding tents. Lily’s ass ended up bright red with hand marks. Her hair? A tangled mess. Her body? Dripping with sweat.
You had her held fast by her choker, pulling back and half-choking her, when you felt the tingling sensation in your lower body.
"I'm going to cum inside you," you growled, clenching your teeth. You were certain the veins were bulging in your temples. "I'm going to fill your fucking ass."
"Then fill my fucking ass," Lily growled back, the right side of her face pressed against the bottom edge of your mat, her arms tucked underneath it. She was already melting with pleasure; her brain must have felt like mush, her head clouded by lust. "That is, after all, why I’ve been messing with your head all day."
"Would you have done this with just any other good-looking guy?" you asked.
"Why lie to you?" A mocking smile formed on her face. "Probably. You were just in the right place at the right time."
"What a fucking bitch." You yanked harder on her choker, making her gasp for air. "Fuck, mmph!"
Lily laughed faintly again, closing her eyes as she felt the first thick gush of semen flood her tight cavity. She tried to moan, but only a soft breath escaped her lips. You filled her up like a goddamn cream pie, throbbing deep inside her. Before long, the cum began to spill over the edges.
You released the choker, allowing her breathing to return to normal. Very slowly, you pulled out of her, stepped back, and admired your handiwork: her dilated ass, brimming with thick whitish fluid that trickled down her cleft, ran through the folds of her pussy, and dripped onto the floor.
You delivered one last hard smack to her ass, sending her tumbling onto her side. Lily looked up at you.
"Don't take that last thing I said to heart..." she murmured. "My expectations were actually pretty low. I actually like you."
"...Thanks?" You went to lie down beside her, sweaty, exhausted, and with aching knees. "Shall we sleep?"
A dry, sharp laugh made you look at her with a frown. She met your gaze.
"Sleep?" Lily raised an eyebrow. "Not a chance. I’m going to call my girls and tell them I found the perfect little toy. You thought I’m freaky? Wait till you meet them."
A/N: Happy Nakko Day!! She is one of my two ults and it's my first time writing her so I hope it turned out well!!
“That slice of cake was so amazing babe, I think I could eat the whole fucking thing.”
“I’m glad I picked the right bakery to order from honey. I’m looking forward to trying some myself.”
You heard Nagyung close the bedroom door behind her as she walked in, at least that’s what you thought you heard.
See, you were in a bit of a predicament. There was a silk blindfold covering your eyes. Each of your hands were tied to one of her bedposts. You couldn’t move your arms, you couldn’t see and you were completely naked. At least she didn’t tie your legs and have you truly spread out like some Medieval torture device. Your other senses felt heightened, waiting to see… scratch that, you were waiting to hear or feel what Nagyung was about to do to you.
“I think you’ll enjoy this other dessert I brought you a lot more.”
---
Earlier that morning…
You were brushing your teeth, she had just gotten out of the shower and was looking at you in the mirror. “You know what I would love for my birthday tonight baby? I… I think I would really enjoy tying you up and getting to do whatever I wanted.”
You almost choked on your toothbrush. “Wait, what? You’re joking right?” looking up after spitting the toothpaste out, meeting her eyes in the mirror.
She was dead serious.
“Nope, not one bit. You’ve been the dominant one in bed for as long as we’ve been together. And listen, I love how you usually have your way with me. How you make me cum when you choke me, how hard you squeeze my tits, how you slap my ass until I can’t take it anymore, and don’t even get me started on the dirty talk you whisper in my ear as you pound me through the bed.”
Nagyung hadn’t even dried off yet, she was still naked and dripping wet as she made her way over to the sink, her hips swaying and water dripping off her breasts, before getting down on her knees in front of you.
“But I just thought it’d be fun if we switched it up a little for one night as a nice little birthday gift.”
She put her hands on the waistband of your shorts and looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes that were your kryptonite along with a slight pout on her lip.
“You know if you need a little extra convincing… I think I know of a few things I can do before we have to go to work.”
She pulled your shorts down.
---
So yeah, here you were, tied up and blindfolded.
It took about ten minutes that morning for her to definitely convince you to let this be one of her birthday presents. Who’s ever going to say no to getting the sloppiest blowjob from one of the hottest idols on the planet? Not you, not with the way she uses that mouth and throat of hers. She enjoyed it just as much as you did too.
You’re the luckiest dude on the planet.
“You didn’t order a different dessert for your birthday, did you? I told you I was getting you a cake.”
You heard a zipper slowly get undone and fabric hit the floor. There goes her dress.
“Of course not dummy, you’ll find out in a sec. Don’t be so impatient.”
“Dummy? Isn’t that what you call your fans?” you almost couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes, it is and tonight I’m going to call you that as well, so get used to it… dummy.”
Oh, she is serious about this. It sounded to you like she had been planning what she wanted to do to you for a night like this for a long long time. You felt her get onto the bed and mount you, dropping her tight ass onto you, sitting right above your hardening cock. Well at a minimum she still has her thong on. You could feel a little wetness from the fabric that was now pressed into your crotch.
“Dummy, open your mouth and stick out your tongue so you can try this.”
As soon as you opened your mouth wide not knowing what kind of dessert to expect, all you felt was a plastic nozzle get shoved onto your tongue. And then she pressed it down.
Pshhh…
Your tongue was being completely covered with whipped cream.
“Wha–”
“Shhhhhh dummy. Don’t say a thing, just keep that mouth open and tongue out.”
So, you did.
You suddenly felt her tongue meet yours, she was slowly licking all the whipped cream off of it. Lifting your head up as much as you could, you tried to kiss her, but she quickly pushed you back down into the bed with a hand on your neck.
“No no no, who said you could kiss me yet? I just want to clean all of this mess up first.”
Nagyung continued to use her tongue until all the whipped cream was gone.
“That tastes so good doesn’t it.”
“Yes ba–”
She gripped your face with one hand.
“No calling me baby tonight, okay dummy? Just say my love instead.”
“Yes, my love.”
“Good boy.”
Not expecting it at any point in your life to be something you’d be into, your stomach did a tiny flip hearing that. Well, that’s a first.
Pshhh…
That was the whipped cream cannister again but you couldn’t tell what it was being used on. Then suddenly her tongue, with a lot of whipped cream was back inside your mouth. She pressed into you for a heated kiss and you kissed her back. Tongues were tangling with the whipped cream adding to the flavor of her. It was the perfect combo. Forgetting that your arms were still tied up, you tried to move them to hold her, letting out a bit of a whimper when you couldn’t move them any closer.
“I know baby, you want to touch me so bad. It’s too bad you’re all tied up,” dragging her nails up your sides as she pulled her mouth away and whispered. “Don’t worry I’ll just have to touch you more to make up for it.”
“Please do, my love.”
Her hand took a hold of your now fully hard shaft. “Guess you really are enjoying this dessert more than the cake.” You bucked your hips up into her hand, lifting her up as your tip dripped with excitement. “Oh yeah, you REALLY are enjoying this more.” She slowly worked her hand up and down coating your need all over while you could start to feel her thong get wetter and wetter.
“My love, I want to touch you so fucking bad.”
“I’m sure you do. Here I have an idea,” her fingers slid off your cock.
You heard her unclasp her bra and take it off.
Psssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh…
Pssssssshhhhnnnnhshhh…
“Open up dummy”
Once again you opened your mouth not knowing what the fuck she was going to do next.
You first felt the cold whipped cream that you’re all too familiar with now hit your tongue but then you feel the warmth of her skin, a soft curve that squished into your mouth. Instinctively you closed your mouth over it, that’s when you realize it’s one of her tits.
“Fuckkk…… think you know what it is?”
“Mmmph!” your mouth is so full as you start to suck.
You realize Nagyung had covered the entirety of her tits with whipped cream so while you sucked the hard peak in your mouth there’s whipped cream going all over your face thanks to her deceptively large tits.
“Suck… FUCK… suck harder dummy….”
Even with her in a dominant position for the first time, you knew she still wanted you to be rough with her, she couldn’t resist it. You sucked as hard as you could as you swirled your tongue around her nipple, the whipped cream there was long gone. Now this, this was the real dessert.
Nagyung let out a loud moan.
“God… you’re always so fucking good at that. Chaeyoung and Jiheon always give me shit for the hickeys you leave all over them.”
You pulled back, “I can’t help it my love, you just taste so good and they’re just so fucking big, I swear they’ve gotten bigger since we first started dating.”
“Oh they definitely have. Now enough talking, time for you to clean the other one off.”
You felt her shift her weight to lean and put the other one up to your mouth. Deciding to give her a bit of surprise this time, you close your mouth around her breast and lightly bite down.
“AHH– FUCK, a little softer dummy.”
Easing up, you focused on using your tongue to clean up all the whipped cream. Yes, you were doing this all blind, but at least the whipped cream was cold so it made it a little easier to find. You knew your face was getting absolutely covered by it, but you did the best you could as she was smothering you more and more, putting more and more weight onto your face. It got a little harder to breathe because she was pressing her huge perky tits into you so much.
This would be a hell of a way to go.
“Think you’re getting all of it ba… dummy?” You could tell she was extremely flustered, her cheeks were probably super flushed like they always get.
“I think I am my love, but you’re going to have to tell me considering I can’t see.”
“I think you’ve gotten most of it. I think you’ve done such a great job that I think you earned me taking off that blindfold.”
“Finally.”
With a smile on your face, she reached behind your head while her tits once again pressed against your face. Please take as long as possible taking that blindfold off, this is paradise. Sadly, it took less than ten seconds before she pulled the blindfold away from your eyes.
It was a flash bomb at first with the bright light overhead but it turned into more and more of an ethereal view as Nagyung came into focus. She had put her long hair up into a ponytail, probably to keep it out of the mess of all of the whipped cream. Like you guessed, she was completely naked except for the black lace thong that you felt getting more and more soaked and the gold necklace you gifted her after the first few months of dating. Her cheeks were also indeed super flushed. As you took in her beauty, you could tell that you did not in fact do that good of a job getting the whipped cream off of her tits.
You made it look like she was getting a cast of her chest, the whipped cream was just spread all over. Maybe getting a cast of her chest isn’t such a bad idea, could be a nice sculpture piece to put in your place.
“Well now you can see finally see your work.” She laughed.
“All I see is a work of art.”
Nagyung’s cheeks reddened even more before she leaned down to give you a quick peck on your lips. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too,” you leaned up as much as you could to give her a quick peck back.
“Okay…” clearing her throat “getting back into character… where were we?”
“I don’t know my love, this is all your doing.”
“Right… ummmm… oh I remember, there was another reason I took your blindfold off.”
Her game face was back on. She leaned down again, but this time she put herself right next to your ear, her whipped cream covered tits now pressed against your chest.
She whispered.
“I wanted to make sure you saw what I’m about to do to you now since both your face and chest are covered with whipped cream.”
As you turned your head to look at her, she all of the sudden licked a long stripe from your ear, to the front of your face, ending at your nose. “I’m going to lick every…”
Nagyung licked from your nose to your mouth.
“…single…”
She licked from your lips to your other ear.
“…bit of this…”
Her tongue moved down your jaw to your chin.
“…whipped cream off of you…”
And then her tongue moved up the other side of your jaw back to where she started.
“…until you’re all clean.”
“Oh, is that so?” Your heart was pounding, your cock was throbbing to touch anything, you felt so hot.
“Yes really. I wanted you to watch so that whenever you see me sticking out my tongue in any photo or video, you know that I’m thinking of this exact moment and so will you.”
“Fuuuucccckkkkkk.” You moaned.
She stared into your eyes.
“Yeah, that’s what we’re going to do once I get you clean. Fuck.”
Fuck.
What did you to deserve her.
For the next what felt like an eternity, she cleaned you up using only her tongue and made sure your eyes stayed locked onto hers. She started with your face and then worked her way down your neck…
…over your collarbones…
…down the middle of your chest…
…over to one of your nipples the she sucked on for long after the whipped cream was gone from there…
…before going to your other one and doing the same exact thing.
While she was cleaning up the rest of your chest her tight ass was slowly scooting further down until she was basically grinding on the top of your cock.
“FUCKKKKKK, FINALLY.” You have been yearning for any sort of touch down there, leaking precum the entire time she had been cleaning you up. While you were being cleans, you were also becoming a mess.
“What dummy? Have you been wanting someone to touch you down there? Seems that way with how wet everything is down there.”
Nagyung ground her ass against your cock, her soaked folds rubbing the skin right above it.
“Yes… FUCK… I’ve been waiting for so long. I need you so bad.”
“Well then, why didn’t you say something,” she smirked and unmounted you, getting off the bed. She hooked the waistband of her thong with her fingers as you saw just how wet it had become, it was basically form fitted to her puffy folds.
Your mouth was watering as she pulled it down, taking it off. Her now bare pussy was glistening. Good lord. Your cock ached, you involuntarily kicked your legs and let out a moan, wanting to get in there so bad.
“See something you like?” Nagyung climbed back onto the bed, her thong balled up in her hand. “Open up that mouth one more time dummy.” Your mouth dropped open and she stuffed the soaking wet thong in your mouth.
It tasted incredible, she always tasted incredible, you have spent many a night just between her legs.
“How’s that taste?” It’s like she could read your mind.
“Mmmmmmppppphhhh”
She ran her fingers through her folds as she mounted you and then brought them up to her mouth. “Yeah, I think I would agree with that.” Her fingers went back to playing with her folds, your cock so close to her entrance.
“So now you’re all clean, you know what that means right?”
“Fmmppppkk”
“Yes. Fuck.” Her fingers went through her folds one more time before she grabbed your cock, adding even more slickness to your shaft. And then with no warning at all she very quickly lined you up and dropped down.
…
Tight.
…
So fucking tight.
…
You almost choked on her thong as your brain couldn’t process the pleasure you felt. She sank all the way down, her walls wrapping tighter and tighter around you as you filled her up.
“Fuuuuuuckkkkkk du… baby… you’re so fucking thick.”
“Mmmmmmppppphhhh”
Nagyung started to roll her hips back and forth, not letting your cock escape at all. You felt her clit grind into your crotch as she pushed down on your chest to balance herself. It was a slower pace at first before she really started to get into it. Slowly getting faster…
…and faster…
…and faster.
She knew how to work her hips with all the choreo she’s had to learn through the years. DM, We Go, Supersonic, the list goes on. They all were played a part in what she was currently doing to your cock.
You locked eyes with her as her nails dug into your chest. She was close, you could tell it in the way her breathing turned into panting as she started to let out those cute moans that have become one of things that turned you on the most.
She moved her feet to either side of your hips and started to squat onto you. Up and down she went as the PLAP of her ass slammed onto you. Faster and faster, her moans getting hotter and hotter but also cuter and cuter. Her thighs started to shake, you strained against the constraints on your wrists, wanting, no, NEEDING to help her get to that peak.
“I’m so close… FUCK. Just… just… a… little more.”
You felt her squeeze so hard around your cock, her back arched as her still whipped cream covered peaks stretched towards the ceiling.
“OH MY….. OH MY FUCKKKKKKING GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD.”
She moaned at the top of her lungs and then collapsed onto you trying to catch her breath. You just laid there. What else could you do with your hands still tied? For a moment she just rested on top of you with your cock still rock hard inside her. Once she recovered, Nagyung went in for what you thought was going to be a kiss as her tongue entered your mouth. Wait… the thong was still in your mouth. Guess you forgot when you had the personification of Helen of Troy riding you. She explored the inside of your mouth before you felt her tongue hook and then slowly pull the thong out, dropping it off to the side.
“My tongue can do sooooo many things.” She laughed.
“Holy fuck that was so fucking hot,” finally able to speak again, “You’re so fucking hot.”
Nagyung went back in to actually kiss you this time, kiss you like she hadn’t heard from you in a long time, which was technically true. You spent a few minutes with your mouths practically melded together while your tongues intertwined. And yes you were STILL inside her. You wanted to stay inside her forever.
When she pulled back, you could tell by her cum drunk eyes and labored breathing she was tiring out. “That felt so fucking good, you still feel so fucking good in me. Though, I sometimes miss the days when you would just cum when I would.”
“Trust me, it’s taking so much to not cum inside you right now.”
“I bet,” smirking while playfully moving her hips. “I’m kind of worn out from all of that though. I really don’t know how you have the stamina to be in control the whole night.”
“It’s because you’re hot as fuck. It’s really just that simple.”
You both laughed.
“Well I want to make sure you get to cum too, it’s only fair.” She reached for one of your hand restraints.
“And I think you’ve been enough of a good boy that you deserve a reward.” She untied one of your hands.
“I want you to do whatever you want to me, whatever you need to me so you can cum. Have your way–”
Your freed hand immediately grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard. Right behind your hand, with your newfound freedom of movement, your mouth just latched onto her nipple and sucked not giving a fuck about the whipped cream still on there.
“AH–”
Still sucking, you moved your free hand off of her chest and around her hip.
SMACK.
You loved smacking her cute ass.
“Babe… fuuuuuuckkkk… give me a sec to get your other hand free.”
Pulling back from sucking on her nipple, “Ughhhhhhh… fine… I just want you so fucking bad baby.”
You still gripped her ass, you were not going to let your hand go as she freed your other hand.
“There, you’re free. Now just wOOOOOAAAAH–”
As soon as you felt that your other hand was free your mouth immediately went back onto the same nipple, sucking as hard as you were before. Your newly freed hand mirrored what your other hand did, moving it around her and towards her ass.
SMACK. SMACK.
“FUCK!”
Both your hands were gripping her tight ass as you figured out exactly what you wanted to do to her. You stopped sucking and looked directly into her eyes. “Ready?”
She threw her arms around your neck and gave you a quick kiss. “Oh yeah.”
Immediately with your hands cupping her ass you moved and switched positions with her, you were now on top and her underneath. You couldn’t wait any longer. As soon as she hit the bed you started thrusting as hard as you could, driving as deep and fast as you could.
“OH… fuck… yes… just like that… right there… YES.”
You were grunting with every thrust as she moaned into your ear. You wanted to go even deeper. You wanted to go even harder. Your hands went to the back of her thighs and pushed them up, all the way until her feet were next to her head, folding her in half. Now you had all the leverage.
“God you’re so fucking amazing. I love you so much.”
“I love you too baby.” You leaned in and passionately kissed her while still slowly moving in and out of her. “I’m… I’m close. Where… fuck… where do you want me to cum?”
“Where do you think dummy?” She kissed you again. That’s all you needed to hear.
With her thighs still in your hands, you put your whole body behind pounding your cock into her tight wet heat as her puffy folds stretched around you. All you could do, all you wanted to do was watch the emotions on her face as you were pounding her…
And pounding her…
“Fuck… you’re so fuck… you’re so fucking big!” Her hands cradled your face.
And pounding her…
“GOD, I think I’m going to cum again... fuck... fuck… fuck…”
And pounding her…
“Yeah? Is my baby going to cum all over this big fat cock?”
“YESSS… don’t stop… PLEASE don’t fucking stop.” Her hands fell to rest on your chest.
And pounding her. You felt her squeeze and pulse around you as her thighs in your hands were beginning to quiver. The coil in your stomach was winding tighter and tighter as you slid in and out of her.
Her face shattered into pure ecstasy as her body began to shake with pleasure and she let out a loud moan. It was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and it made the coil in your stomach suddenly unwind. You drove yourself to the hilt deep inside and erupted, emptying everything you had into her. You fell onto her as you let out a loud moan of your own and her arms went around your shoulders as she brought you in close, slowly stroking your back as you rode it out to the very last drop.
You laid there on top of her, the two of you absolutely spent as she gave you small kisses all over your face. “That was so incredible.”
“Yeah…” still trying to catch your breath. “that was.. you are fucking amazing. I don’t really have the words right now other than Happy Birthday.”
She laughed as she slowly massaged your scalp. “That’s okay honey, I’m more than cool with you just being right here. And thank you for making it such a memorable birthday. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.” She licked your cheek. “Missed a spot. I know you won’t ever forget this either.”
Just as she said, you were never going to forget this, you knew she was going to start sticking out that tongue more and more in photos, videos, fan cams, you name it. Just so she can trigger that memory in you.
Your breathing finally returned to normal and you pushed yourself up a little bit. Fuck. In the passion and heat of the moment, you had forgotten she was still halfway covered in the remnants of the whipped cream. She was realizing it at the same time you were as she looked down to see what caught your curiosity so much.
You both broke out in laughter at the mess you found yourselves in.
“Yeah, let’s go clean all of this off.”
“Shower time and then maybe I can finally try some birthday cake?”
“Sounds good to me. Shower ti… AHHH….” Before she could finish her sentence, you wrapped your arms around her ass and picked her up off the bed, taking her into the bathroom.
"It’s fifty-fifty. It either happens or it doesn’t."
You set your glass down on the table so hard it nearly cracks. "It is not fifty-fifty."
She shrugs—Chaewon’s quintessential uncaring attitude about anything you say—as she falls down into the couch. "But it is, though." She pops open another beer like she hasn’t had enough to drink already.
She always does this. Chooses some ridiculously wrong position to dig her heels in. Like if she just believes it to be true, the universe will bend to her will out of sheer exasperation. You should just ignore it, and just let her believe what she wants to believe. There really is no point to it with her. You drag a hand down your face, because you've been here before. You’re always here. There is a universe where you’ve been having this argument since the dawn of time. Monty Hall sits upon his cosmic throne and watches you suffer.
"You pick a door," she says, holding up one finger like she's making a serious mathematical point and not actively committing a war crime against logic. "And then Monty—whoever the fuck he is—opens another door. And now there’s two left. So, you know. Fifty-fifty. You either win the prize or you don’t win shit."
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
And she still doesn’t care. If anything, she revels in your frustration, grinning and taking a lazy sip from her beer.
“I thought you liked your girls a little stupid,” she muses. You like Chaewon. Always have; since before her rejection and until now.
She might be onto something.
“That’s what I saw earlier at the club, anyway,” she mumbles, and it’s pointed, a sharp dagger concealed by a hushed voice.
You pay it no mind. It’s just Chaewon being Chaewon. Doing everything in her power to annoy the fuck out of you. You shake your head. “I like my girls with a basic understanding of probability.”
She hums, her gaze dragging over you, and it lingers. Long. Too long. So long it’s causing the alcohol induced haze to retreat from your brain. Then she just smiles again, takes another sip, and the buzz is back.
Chaewon stretches, arms flexed into a peak above her head, sliding against the backrest of the couch, her head landing against the armrest of the couch opposite of where you're sitting. Her legs stretch out off of the floor, her dress riding up, clinging to and stretching on her hips.
It’s a performance, designed to squeeze out resistance from any sap that would dare defy her. It’s impossible to tell if this is just Chaewon’s purest form, her instincts kicking in to naturally make any man submit, or if it’s a carefully crafted weapon, deliberately utilised and aimed with immaculate precision. Either way, it’s fucking lethal.
Lace-trimmed thigh-high covered feet land in your lap, crossed. You glance down at them. Stifle a thought of fucking the exposed part of skin right below her dress and above her socks. Breathe out through your nose, annoyed.
She sees. She was waiting for you to see, to be more exact.
“What?” she asks, but she knows the answer. Feigning innocence, but the chances of it convincing you are slim. “Is the view not to your liking?”
You flick your eyes up to meet hers. Flat. Unamused. Stern. “Jesus, Chaewon.”
She cocks a half smile, hands up in the air like she’s being put under arrest but confident she can flirt her way out of it. “Relax. It’s just a joke.‘
Right. Just a joke. One she’s been playing at for far too long now. One you’re absolutely not in the mood for tonight. One that is quintessentially Chaewon. Mean. Sloppy. Reckless.
That’s what alcohol does to her. She gets all handsy and touchy and feely, disregarding any feelings or reservations you’d have about being touched meaninglessly by the girl that didn’t want you.
And the joke is not exclusive to you either. You’ve seen her like this before, with other guys. Hands on their shoulders and theirs on her hips, leaning in too close, laughing too loud. It’s just her usual mess. It doesn’t mean anything.
She’s warm, just warm enough that you can feel her through your clothes. But warm enough to make you fear the sparks could ignite something that shouldn’t be. Before you can have any more prohibited thoughts, you shift, trying to nudge her legs off of you.
She doesn’t budge. Deliberately. Straight up refuses to even acknowledge the attempt.
You sigh. “Get your legs off of me.”
Chaewon blinks at you, lashes fluttering faster than your heart can beat, her lips pouting— a poor substitute for saying she can’t believe you’d say that to someone this cute. She chuckles, transforms it into a smirk, and tilts her head.
“Make me.”
She presses the arch of her foot against your crotch. It’s right on target. Light. Testing. Provocating.
It’s impossible not to react. You could sit here, not do anything, let her rub your hardening cock through your pants a bit, enjoy the feeling of her getting you worked up. But that’s not what this is about. You know this pattern. As soon as you acknowledge it, it stops, and even if it didn’t, it would all be meaningless.
So you react. You grab her ankle, and shove her legs off of you.
She lets out a soft “oh,” before laughing, low and amused. She works herself back up right, shifting her legs underneath her, but she doesn’t look the slightest bit deterred.
“Wow,” she mocks. “Sensitive.”
You roll your eyes, reaching for your drink. It’s water. Unlike Chaewon, you know when to quit, much to her annoyance. “Stop being weird and focus.”
“I am focused!” she retorts, all tension and energy. “Are you focused?” she says finally, slow, saccharine, like honey that's taking its sweet time to drip from a spoon into your mouth. “Not too distracted by how fuckable I look in this dress?”
You don’t acknowledge it. Again, no point. You set your glass down with a deliberate clink— any noise to replace what she just asked—then reach for three random objects on the coffee table; her phone, a book, and a coaster.
“We’re settling this tonight.”
She puts her beer back on the table, folds her hands in her lap, and sits with her whole body pointed at you. She shakes her body loose with slight movements. Then, slowly, she smiles.
“Please,” she says, voice sultry and teasing. “Teach me a lesson, professor.”
You’ve probably explained the theory to Chaewon more times than there are episodes of the show that inspired the discussion. It’s time for a practical run-through. You grab the three nearest things you can find and leave standing upright to function as make-shift doors—your phone, your glass of water, and a book Chaewon has been quipping from for the past month, How to Date Men When You Hate Men—and you form a neat row of three. “Let’s drill it into your skull. Three doors. One has a prize. Pick one.”
And for all the effort you put in, she barely looks. Eyes on you, finger pointing in a different direction. “The book.”
“Right, and that was a random choice out of three, meaning—”
“That I was either right or I was wrong. Fifty-fifty.” She shrugs, and shuts the door on this method of having her understand.
She’s perfectly frustrating. “it’s not fifty-fifty—”
She shifts the opposite way from her previous slide, her head landing in your lap. Her cheek rests against your thigh, and her provocation pokes at your heart. She gazes up at you, lashes fluttering a hypnotic rhythm. “This is more comfortable. Keep going.”
How could you?
“Chaewon.”
She hums, but she doesn’t acknowledge your protest. “What? Does having a cute girl’s face this close to your dick make you nervous?”
Ignore it. If you acknowledge it, it only gets worse. You push it down, she’ll eventually grow bored, and as long as the boulder doesn’t slip from your hands, you’ll be done with this forever. “Okay, so now, Monty—”
“You’re looking a little serious,” she muses, herself looking anything but. “Would you look like that while getting head? All furrowed brows, all focused?” Her lips curve deviously like the curveballs she’s throwing you. “Or would you be more relaxed? I can go deep, you know. No need to worry about me.”
Every cell in your body is telling you to push back, take her up on what she’s offering, and let her ruin this night. But you know. You’d get your hopes up, but she’d just call it a silly joke. Keep ignoring it. She’ll get bored.
You take a slow breath. Slow down your rhythm. “Are you done? Monty opens a door that isn’t the prize. That leaves two doors with potential. Your first pick was only right one-third of the time, so if you switch—”
“Aaaah.” Her mouth opens, tongue peeking out like a landing strip, eyes fluttering shut like she’s waiting for you to shove your cock inside.
That’s it.
You shove her off, not rough, but firm, standing up from the couch you might have sunk in immediately. “Can you cut it the fuck out?”
She’s back upright, giggling, back landing against the couch, legs curled beneath her. “What’s wrong? Blood rushing away from your head?”
“Do you ever stop?”
Her arms stretch over her head again, and you’re starting to see a pattern with the way her dress is stretching against her hips. “Not when I’m having fun.”
It’s maddening. Talking with Chaewon is selecting a door, continuing to talk with her is being shown the wrong door and choosing to take it willingly. “You really don’t care how frustrating you make the Monty Hall problem, do you?”
She smirks. She must think she has it all figured out. “I already told you. Either something happens, or it doesn’t. Fifty-fifty, dude.”
“That’s really not how probability works.”
“That’s how life works.”
You shake your head, and accompany it with an equally disappointed sigh. “You just don’t want to admit when you’ve made the wrong choice.”
She stills, and it’s eerie. It shouldn’t have happened. Then, like a mask slipping back, she recovers with a sly grin. “Or maybe I just like my way better.”
Before you can argue, she makes her move, getting up, pressing against your arm, chest squishy, warm and deliberate against you. “But you can explain it to me as many times as you want.”
She’s impossible. “Chaewon—”
And she leaves no room for response. “Go on,” she purrs, pushing her tits smush against your bicep, molding around the way your muscles tense. “Teach me.”
Your patience and her dress have one thing in common. They’re both razor-thin. “I mean it.”
She hums, and she smiles, and she’s convinced you’re going to give in any second now. “Not a fan anymore of me touching you?” Her voice drops, all warmth and provocation. “Would you rather reverse the roles, have you touch me? Be careful. I’m sensitive.”
Your fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling it high with a firm and stern motion. “Cut it out.”
She clicks her tongue, and scowls in return. The joke is over, and you ruined her fun. “You liked it plenty when that slut at the club was all over you.”
“That’s different,” you say, your jaw tightening up. She knows it is, and it’s not fair. Does she think she can get away with it just because you’ve got a thing for her? Or, used to have, you try to convince yourself.
She’s so clearly unimpressed it’s almost hurtful. It wasn’t a lie though. It was different, that girl at the club never tore your heart out. But none of that matters when Chaewon wants to have her fun. She scoffs. “Must’ve been nice. You didn’t even flinch when she touched you. Just leaned into her, didn’t push her away like you do with me.”
You don’t answer. You let go of her wrist, sit back down, unsure what to make if anything yourself. You could have gone home with ‘that slut’. Had a great evening. Instead, you’re here, keeping your promise to Chaewon that you’d make sure she got home safe, wasting another night on a girl that should have long been in your past already.
That same girl plants both her knees next to yours on the couch, dress creeping above her hips, exposing the slightest hint of black and lace panties straddling your lap, settling against you.
You hate how right she feels here.
She rocks her hips down, just slightly, just testing the waters. And like an experienced professional, the joke’s back on. “You sure you don’t want to have a little fun?”
Your hands clamp around her waist—not pulling her closer. Pushing her off.
She doesn’t move. Doesn’t resist. Just concedes as the distance grows.
“Come on,” she murmurs, trying to make sense of it all. “You used to love looking at me.”
Your arm extends fully, pushing her as far as your body allows. “That was a long time ago.”
She lets out a small scoff, more hurt than the lost one, finally relenting and shifting off your lap. The joke is no longer fun for anyone in this room.
You just have to bite the bullet. Separate her from yourself, let the alcohol fade from her system and figure out what to do after that. “Go to bed,” you exhale sharply, a forced sense of finality in your voice. “I’ll sleep here, and be gone before you wake up.”
Chaewon stares at you like you just suggested the unthinkable. Her eye twitches, a habit you’ve long learned to associate with her being so upset that something is going to break. Then, she exhales sharper than you did, standing up. “Fine. Whatever.”
She turns, stomping toward her bedroom, her pumps exploding with sound every step of the way. “It’s still fucking fifty-fifty, by the way!” she yells, right before she slams the door.
It’s suddenly silent. Silent enough to hear your heartbeat going crazy.
She’ll calm down soon enough. Hopefully.
The heat of her body still burns against you, scorching where she was pressed against you. But if you ran after her now, you’d get burned alive. You rub your hands down your face, sinking into the couch, staring into the ceiling as you mentally prepare for what’s bound to be a sleepless night. There’s no escaping those as long as Chaewon is a part of your life.
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Sleep doesn’t come.
You want to blame it on the horrible way this couch is digging into your back. Or the sounds of the city being ever present. Or the dim glow of some street lights seeping into the living room through Chaewon’s curtains that never managed to fully close. But comfort isn’t the issue.
It’s your damn mind, that can’t shut the fuck up.
Too many thoughts, all tangled together like a string of memories that wrapped around itself far too many times. Her hands, her voice, her weight in your lap. Her unusually prickly temper, and her enhanced sloppiness.
It all feels too fucking familiar, and the moment you admit that, there’s no holding it back.
It started as a night much like this one. You and Chaewon, at her place, sitting too close for friends but too far apart for lovers. Laughing at everything and nothing. Drinking just enough to make the lines blur. You had thought—maybe. Hopefully.
And for a moment, you know, you had been right. It seemed like the kind of night you’d eventually be able to tell your kids about. An edited version, to cut out the once-in-a-lifetime pounding you intended to give her, but still, magical in its own way.
The way she let you kiss her. The way she kissed you back. The way her eyelashes fluttered to pull you into the kiss. How her left thigh rode up yours. The way her fingers locked behind the nape of your neck. The way you told her you liked her.
Then the way she pulled back. The hesitation in her eyes. The way her voice broke when she said “I don’t think we should do this.”
The way a crack formed on your heart, barely being pushed together by the rest of your more logical organs as you forced yourself to nod and agree, to act like it was fine. Like you were fine. Like you hadn’t just managed to secure the right door, only to be forced to step into the wrong one.
And the way your heart formed a second crack when you saw her again. She was still the same. Still Chaewon. Like nothing had happened.
But something did happen to you.
Your phone buzzes.
It’s not easy to ignore. Chaewon is an addiction to you, the next hit of this sweet obsession entering your veins as your screen lights up.
Chaewon: You awake??
You know you should just be failing at sleeping again. This can only lead to misery.
You: Yeah.
It’s quiet for a bit, but a new message makes its way to you all the same.
Chaewon: Cant sleep
If only she knew how she cursed you with the same fate. If not for her you’d be sound asleep in your own bed right now, or even better, in the bed of that chick you met at the club. What did she say her name was again? Kazuha? Instead, you’re here, repeating old patterns with exhausted probability.
You: That sucks.
Your answers are curt. Too perfect with punctuation for your usual back and forth. She doesn’t respond right away. She might be stubborn and annoying about things she’s convinced she’s right about, but she’s never been oblivious.
Then:
Chaewon: Are we okay?
You’re upset, but not heartless. It tugs.
You: We’re fine, Chaewon
Chaewon: Thats not a yes…
You might just scream out of frustration, your phone dropping on your chest, but obviously you can’t. She’d hear. She’s impossible. So fucking stupidly impossible. And yet, you find yourself typing anyway.
You: Do you want me to lie?
The pause is longer this time. Should you feel bad or just so tired that it doesn’t matter anymore?
Chaewon: No
Chaewon: Idk
Chaewon: I just get nervous when ur like this
You: Like what??
Chaewon: Distant
Chaewon: Careful
Chaewon: Upset with me
Your fingers hover over the keyboard without action. She’s not wrong. You are being careful. It’s her fault. She’d break your heart a second time in less time it took for it to beat. That’s dangerous.
You: Idk what you want me to say Chaewon
Chaewon: Idk either…
Chaewon: But I miss how we used to talk
The memories flood in of the two of you just shooting the shit, countless evenings. Still…
You: We’re talking now.
Chaewon: U know thats not what i meant
And she’s right. You do know, but this is just easier. For you, for her. For the both of you.
Chaewon: Cant you just come over here and talk w me?
Chaewon: I miss you…
And before you can even overthink it—
You move.
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There is a thought that creeps into your mind as the door creaks open and you step into her room. Something about a lion’s den, and then another one following it up about it actually being the lionesses that do the hunting. There’s no point to it. They all fade in an instant. She’s no huntress right now. She’s vulnerable, like prey, enticing you to be the hunter, looking so ready to be pounced on; curled up beneath her blankets, only the soft shape of her against the sheets to lure you in.
“Hey.” It’s a solid way to start a conversation, but you can’t help but expect more from her after calling you in.
You nod, eyes fleeing from hers, shifting awkwardly by the door. “Hey.”
It takes a while before you move. The same goes for her. She’s squinting, her eyes getting used to the darkness. She’s always been stubborn about letting you help her get a blue light filter on her phone.
She finally stops, and for a moment, your eyes meet hers. She carries a soft smile, the kind that made you fall for her in the first place. But there’s a difference in it; barely perceptible; most definitely flown under the radar by people not so obsessed with her face. There’s precaution sewn into it. The sides of her smile are constantly shifting and trembling, like she doesn’t know whether to keep it there or to switch to a more neutral expression. Then, she shifts, her left arm pulling out from under the cover and tapping the sheets next to her, an unspoken invitation.
You sit down with a sigh, back turned towards her. You’re not far, but you’re not close either. A safe distance, you think to yourself. The mood isn’t tense, but also not comfortable. Just… unsure.
You can hear her laps part, exhale, almost say something, and then close again a couple of times. It’s not until you finally turn to face her that she speaks.
“Do you remember that summer at the beach?”
Your eyebrows raise on instinct, disbelief unmistakably painted across your face, impossible not to notice, not even in this darkness. “How could I forget?”
The muscles on her face relax as her eyes drift away from your eyes, seemingly getting lost into her pillow, which she clutches tight. “You remember how you were so worried about me you gave me a piggyback ride back to the house?”
“No,” you scoff, “I remember you guilt tripping me into carrying your soaking wet ass across the sand.” Your face turns away from her again, hands clutching the side of the bed as your eyes veer off into the distance past the window; letting the glass serve as a canvas to project your memories onto.
You hear the sheets rustle behind you as she works herself upright, before reminding you exactly why you helped her back then in the first place. “You weren’t complaining back then! You were way too busy copping a feel of my ass.”
“Okay, now that’s not fair,” you snap back much too fast, much too flustered. “I wasn’t copping a feel, I was keeping you from falling. And besides, you weren’t helping either! Just hanging there all limp, mumbling you’d never be able to walk again.”
“I mean, it just hurt so bad. That jellyfish really fucked me up,” she chuckles back, and you can feel the pressure of her back leaning against yours.
There’s a soft silence, the one drenched in feelings you’d much rather stay in, instead of moving on to an uncomfortable reality. So you keep painting, hoping the window holds your memory-scape just a little longer.
“Do you remember what we kept talking about? To keep your mind off of the pain?”
You can tell she knows in the way she responds with an “Oh my god.”
Both of you say it at the same time.
“The fucking Monty Hall problem!”
There’s a beat of silence. First it’s a chuckle. It turns into laughter, and it quickly grows uncontrolled, unstoppable. The kind that makes the memories seem brighter, makes your body feel lighter, the kind that makes you throw your head back as she does hers. You both open your eyes staring at the roof, now sharing the same canvas to display footage of past days.
“God,” you breathe, your head locked in place but your eyes drifting over towards her face. “I miss those days.”
She giggles, nose scrunching. “I don’t miss what that jellyfish did to me.”
The laughter fades, and you think that maybe, just maybe you could forget about earlier and go to bed without feeling like shit. You shift, and she does too, turning towards her as she moves back to her original spot, leaning against the headrest, crawling underneath the blankets with her legs.
Your breath catches as you look at her. Your stomach turns. “Chaewon.”
She blinks, glancing up at you. “Hmm?”
“Did you—” You inhale sharply, but you can’t afford to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Did you seriously invite me in here just to talk un-dressed like that?”
Her brows furrow. Then she follows your gaze, shifting slightly, and—
Fuck.
Black lace, delicate, thin. Your favorite.
She freezes. "Oh."
Oh? Fucking oh?
“Why the fuck are you like this?” you explode.
Her eyes widen. "No! I—" She scrambles, tugging the blanket back up over herself. “I wasn’t—”
“You said you wanted to talk, Chaewon.”
“I do!” Her voice pitches up. She’s pulling the sheets up hurriedly, using them as a shield from you, all you can see is her cheeks changing color ever so slightly. This time because of the embarrassment instead of the alcohol. “I promise… I do…”
It’s hard to believe that. It’s all so familiar, and all so fucking frustrating. “You know, this is just like you to do,” you ramble, and it’s hard to stop once you get going. “Always so fucking obsessed with getting a reaction out of me, never stopping to think for a second about how I feel!”
Her face softens, and the way she looks at you makes you sick. Like she thinks you’re right. “That’s not—”
“Isn’t it?”
“I swear!” She shouts, looking panicked and it’s enough to finally get you to shut up. “I was still out of it all, too mad and too drunk when I got back here. I just wanted to sleep. I didn’t—” and a big, shallow breath interrupts her, the kind that just appears and leaves you with less air than before. “I wasn’t thinking, okay?”
You want to believe her. But tonight has been too much. Too many provocations, too many lines blurring that she would turn back from, and in turn, you would let form scars.
Then you sigh, sitting back down. “Okay.”
“Are you…” her voice trembles as she tries to figure out the specifics of your answer. “You’re shaking. Are you mad?”
Your mind is still trying to slow down, and answering gets forgotten. She takes that as an answer, obviously. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not so mad that I’d be shaking, you idiot.” Your voice is quiet. “It’s just way too fucking cold in here. And I was thinking.”
There’s no hesitation, because that’s just how Chaewon is as she shifts, making room. “Get under the covers.”
“Chaewon, please—” you start, but she’s not having it.
“I won’t try anything, okay? I promise,” she interrupts you, sounding calmer already. There’s a touch of pleading in it, but not the whiny kind she uses to get you worked up. It’s more desperate, more real. “Just give me a chance to prove I’m being serious.”
You don’t move at first. Stubbornness is inherent to both of you, after all. She tugs on the sheets impatiently. You sigh, but it’s obviously performative, a last jab at her to let her know you’re only doing this just because you’re cold. And she wasn’t lying. She properly keeps her distance, just sharing the warmth of the bed. It’s immediate and comforting, but you don’t allow yourself to sink into it.
“See?” she murmurs. “Not a trap.”
Not yet. You don’t dare say it, but you don’t have to. She sees the thoughts in your eyes. So she shuffles, turning away from you.
The silence stretches so long you start focusing on the noises it can’t beat into submission. Your breathing. Her breathing. The creaking and crumpling sound of the bed and the sheets as you move.
“I wanted to talk, and we talked so… that’s—that’s good. I guess,” she whispers. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind talking some more.” She lets a little space in between for you to insert yourself into. You never do. “But if you’d rather pretend like I’m not here, I get that too. I’ll shut up.”
It’s endearing, and your response is a little mean, letting her wait in silence for just a little longer before replying.
“I’m not pretending. I need somebody to blame the lack of space I have in this bed.”
She smiles, soft. You can’t see it, obviously, but you feel it. Somehow. She shifts under the blanket, closer but not touching. She’s apprehensive. And she meant what she said.
“Is this the first time we’ve slept in the same bed?” she asks, but she masks her tone enough that she could play it off as talking to herself if you decided to not respond.
“Nope,” you correct her. “There was that one time in sophomore year. You showed up at my door at, like, three in the morning. Absolutely shitfaced, mind you.”
She lets out a small, embarrassed groan, and you know you’re on the right track.
“I remember that,” she mumbles. “Barely.”
“You couldn’t figure out how to get to your dorm. Said not even Monty Hall could help you find the right door.”
“How do you remember all that?” Chaewon questions, like you had no right to have that memory.
“Are you kidding me? How could I forget? I told you to take my bed, and that I was gonna crash on the couch,” you continue explaining, your lips curling upwards.
“But I didn’t let you?”
“Nope. You didn’t trust my roommate worth shit. Which, fair.”
She doesn’t say anything. You keep going though, less for her alone or you alone, both for you both.
“You grabbed my wrist when I tried to walk away. Looked me dead in the eye and said, and I quote, ‘Don’t leave me alone with that guy here, he smells like crusty socks and assault.’”
Chaewon lets out a strangled sound that’s half mortified laugh, half groan. “Oh my God.”
“So I gave in. Got in bed next to you. Fully clothed. On top of the covers. Like a gentleman.”
“You didn’t sleep for a second that night, did you?”
“Of course not. You starfished. One arm across my chest, one leg thrown over me like a fucking seatbelt. You had me trapped, dead to rights. Didn’t help you made me paranoid that my roommate was actually going to do something.”
She laughs—really laughs. Warm, unguarded. Then she rolls onto her side, facing you again. Her eyes search yours. "It was easier, wasn’t it? Back then. In college. At the beach. You carrying me like an idiot, me acting like I couldn’t walk, and you trying to turn probability into a personality trait."
You laugh, but it’s not really a laugh. More like one of those nose breaths that accompanies an abbreviated text. “Because it was.”
Her smile fades. “You never needed me to ask. You always just… stayed.”
You shift slightly, your fingers brushing the edge of the blanket. Her eyes drop there, then rise again.
“I think I’m a leaver,” she says. No warning. No lead-in. Like she had to say it fast before she lost the nerve.
“What?” It leaves your mouth before you can even blink.
But Chaewon swallows, her eyes retreating downwards. “I think that’s just who I am. Some people stay, and some people leave. You’re the kind of person that stays, and I’m a person that leaves. Because if I go first, I don’t have to wait until you become a leaver just like me.”
She looks at you like she’s afraid you’ll flinch. Like she’s already bracing for the recoil.
“I know it’s selfish,” she adds quickly. “But that night… when you kissed me, and then said you really liked me—I panicked. I did what I always do. You were giving me a choice, and that scared the hell out of me. So I picked the choice I always make.”
She breathes in. Exhales slow. Really takes her time, her eyes drifting slightly upwards now.
“And for a while, I told myself it was just another fifty-fifty. You know? Just a game of chance I lost. You either leave or get left. You either lose something or end up lost. And I thought—" she breaks off, swallowing again, part of her voice getting swallowed with it, "—that it would go away like the rest. That I’d forget. That it’d stop mattering."
You stay quiet.
“But it didn’t. It stuck. You stuck.”
She shifts again, knee brushing against yours beneath the blanket. Her voice cracks a little.
“And I started noticing things,” she says. "Little things. Like the first time you didn’t wait for me to text goodnight. Or when you were with someone else and you had that smile that I thought was reserved for me. Or when you stopped arguing with me about dumb shit just to keep talking."
Her voice wavers.
“And then I realized I didn’t just pick wrong. I watched the right door shut. And then I heard it lock. And that’s why I know your stupid fucking Monty Hall problem is wrong. I should’ve had another shot. Another choice. But life didn’t open a wrong door—it just took the right one away. And that’s why I know it’s just fifty-fifty. And I lost my coin toss at happiness.”
There’s a second of silence where your brain short circuits.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” you mutter.
She blinks, but it helps her to finally look at you. “Ouch?”
You sit up, tossing the blanket off like it offended you. “No, I’m serious. You think my door shut? You fucking locked it.”
She opens her mouth, but you cut her off, your pace quickening. “The fact that I stayed around all this time is proof enough that my door is still unlocked. It wasn’t up to me to reopen that door.”
“I—”
“But you had to try.”
Chaewon’s eyes flicker—not away, but deeper. Her breath hitches, and you swear it’s the first real sound she’s made in a while that didn’t have a smirk behind it. She shifts forward just slightly, only enough that her leg brushes against yours again, like she’s testing if the signal’s still green.
“You’re saying… it’s still open?”
You drag a hand through your hair, eyes rolling ceilingward before locking onto her again. “It was never fucking closed.”
Her lips part. They’re trembling now. She’s not teasing this time. “Then why—why didn’t you ever—”
“Because I’m not gonna beg,” you cut in, sharper than intended. “I’m not gonna crawl through the fucking keyhole when you slammed the door in my face.”
She flinches. Just barely. But enough.
“I didn’t need you to beg, just…” she says, softer, like she’s going over the math again in her head. “I don’t know… I—” Her voice dips, trails, then steadies. “I’m here now. I’m trying.”
You look at her. Clear as day in the middle of the night. She's curled up next to you, defensive and ashamed and stubborn all at once. Her eyes are too glossy, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the comforter like they’re looking for somewhere to hide.
And then she breathes, and her voice breaks.
“I just wanted you to want me still.”
And that? That fucking cracks something open.
You reach for her—no grand gestures, no cinematic swoop—just firm, necessary motion. You cradle her jaw, fingers sweeping her hair back, and when you speak, it’s low and final and absolutely everything you’ve been holding back.
“I never fucking stopped.”
There’s no pause this time.
No “but what if—”
No “are you sure—”
No more fucking Monty Hall.
Just her lips crashing into yours, messily, hungrily, like the apology she couldn’t say and the forgiveness you weren’t ready to offer have decided to cancel each other out with tongue.
It’s not careful. It’s not gentle.
It’s honest.
She’s on your lap again, only this time it’s not a joke. Her knees bracket your thighs and she grinds down with purpose, gasping when she feels you through your boxers. Her hands slide beneath your shirt, nails catching skin, and you curse under your breath as heat swells in your gut, undeniable and urgent.
You break the kiss, forehead against hers. “Still cold?”
Her laugh is shallow, much too distracted with making sure she can properly share in your body heat. “Yeah. Make me warm.”
“And here I was thinking you were hot enough as is.”
She smirks, and it’s real this time. Like the one you saw when you barely knew her, but knew enough already. Not a mask. Not a trap. Just her.
And she whispers, “Don’t stop this time.”
Like you could. Besides, you’re not even sure it’s only meant for you. With the way she’s tugging and removing your clothes, kissing your shoulders and pulling you tighter, it’s like she’s making up for lost time. For every second spent being careful. Your hands trace her body, taking your time to really make sure every curve and beauty mark is stuck in your mind forever.
“God,” you mumble under your breath, pressing your lips to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, working your way down until you’re kissing the edge of a black lace bra that was almost the reason you stormed off earlier. “I can’t believe how beautiful you really are.”
Her breath hitches. “I know.”
And you’ve missed that, too. Her confidence. The way she can say things like that without irony, because she knows exactly what she’s worth—she just never thought she’d be worth it to you once more.
You kiss her through the black lace, and she shivers when you nip at the edge of her bra, as close to her nipple as you can get. She doesn’t waste any time herself flicking open the button of your jeans. You’ve always thought she needed a helping hand, both of yours pushing your pants further down. They’re not even off properly when she pauses, eyes blown wide, honing in on the tent in your boxers leaving little to imagination.
“Wow,” she says, and it’s almost weird to hear her say it without sarcasm.
“Wow?” your voice is rough, coming out in a single breath.
She nods, and her lips part as she yanks your boxers down, eyes almost dazed as she takes you in. “Wow.”
It’s a reverent look. It’s a look that suits her as long as it’s directed towards you, you think. Her fingers reach out like she’s about to wrap them around you, but she stops right before she makes contact, and the look in her eyes changes. Smug now. Knowing.
“I need a moment,” she says, and you know she’s up to no good. “You can’t just swing that in a girl's face and expect me to make it easy for you.”
A throb shoots through your cock, hips twitching without your consent. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
But she just smirks.
“Chaewon.”
“Shhh,” she says as she shuts down any and all protest, and her voice is the perfect combination of exasperating and enticing. “I’ve got my own Monty Hall problem lined up for you.”
You groan, but it’s more of a plea for mercy than a protest. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m serious,” she purrs, fingers grazing the base of your cock before pulling back again, making you hiss.
“Three doors,” she says, and the way she looks at you is obscene. “My front door, my back door, and my... ehm... mouth door?”
You’re gone. You’re fucking gone. “You are so lucky you're fucking hot.”
She keeps going, relentless. Her grin is pure mischief. “Which one have I imagined you fucking me with the most?” She rolls her hips, testing you. “Pick right, and you get to fuck it.”
“And if I guess wrong?” Your voice is rough, needy, everything you never let her hear before tonight.
Her eyes burn. “Then you eat me out first.”
It’s a rigged game and you both know it, but you play along anyway, letting her set the rules and stack the deck and deal each card. You lean forward, drag your lips up the line of her jaw. “That’s an impossible choice. You want all of them.”
She moans, a hiccup of laughter and want, and the weight of her shifts in your lap, urgent. “You wish. You only get one.”
But her hips are grinding now, a rolling, deliberate pressure that tells you exactly what her body needs. The answer is and always has been: every option, at once, and all of them leading back to you.
You palm her ass, fingers splaying underneath the lace edge, and the way she shivers tells you she wasn’t expecting you to touch her with that kind of certainty. For all her bravado and gamesmanship, this is how you win: you move first, and you don’t hesitate.
“Let’s see,” you murmur, mouth against the shell of her ear, making her gasp. “Back door—” a squeeze, a knead that pulls a little yelp from her, “—doesn’t seem like your style. At least not as a first move.”
“Don’t count me out,” she breathes, and you hear the competitive edge in her voice, the same edge that made her stay up all night just to prove you wrong about some irrelevant, beautiful, dumb thing.
You laugh, slow and low, and she shakes against you. “Mouth door,” you say, and you can’t help but grin at the way she’s already licking her lips, hungry, needing to prove something. “Obvious contender. But I think you want it right here.” Your hand finds the heat between her legs, cups her through those ridiculous panties, and her eyes go wide, her breath gone.
You wait a beat. She’s never been great at waiting, but she’s trembling now, lips parted, waiting for your verdict.
“And if I told you it’s definitely not the back door? Does your answer change?” she pants.
You consider your odds. “I think—” you start, but she interrupts.
“Actually,” she says, and the way her voice drips with satisfaction is almost enough to make you lose. “I don’t give a fuck. I want your cock. Right here.”
She grinds against you, and you can’t help but think you’re never spending another day without that feeling.
“Fuck,” you groan, because she won this round, and she knows it. “You don’t play fair.”
She bites her lip, smiling, then reaches between you, fingers wrapping around you with a perfect, firm pressure. “And that’s why you love me.”
She’s right. She’s wrong about so many fucking things, but she’s right about this.
You thrust up into her hand, and she moans, her body arching, her hair falling down her back. You reach for her hips, hooking your thumbs under the lace, and she lifts herself up, letting you pull it down, off, away. She doesn’t care where it lands; she’s already lowering herself back onto you, and you’re closing the distance, guiding your cock to her needy cunt.
“Fuck you,” you breathe, so close to her you can taste it, the subtext of admission against her skin. “I’m not saying it first. I’ll force you to.”
She rocks her hips, taking you deeper, her breath catching with a shudder. “Yeah? You think you can make me?”
You grit your teeth, the friction of her tight around you making it almost impossible to think. “I know I can.”
“Big words,” she gasps, riding you faster, harder. “Think you can back them up?”
You reach between you, your thumb finding her clit, and she cries out, her whole body shaking, her walls clenching around you. “You first,” you growl, and you can tell she’s sensitive. “Say it.”
Her eyes roll back, her lower lip caught between her teeth. You know it, you have her dead to rights, this is your win, and then—”Nuh-uh.”
You thrust up into her, relentless, and the pressure builds, mounting, and she’s so fucking tight around you, and you want her to say it, need her to say it.
She grinds down harder, her nails dragging your shoulder blades, and it’s too much. Too good. Too fucking hot. “You’re gonna say it,” you gasp, your thumb circling her clit faster. “I know you.”
“And I know you,” she pants, her head falling back as she rides you with abandon, her whole body trembling, her breath hitching with every thrust. “I know—oh fuck—you.”
You watch her face as she rocks against you, her lips parting, her eyes wide and desperate and defiant. She’s so close. So close you can feel it, the way she’s fighting it, wanting to hold out, wanting to win.
“Say it,” you growl, thrusting up into her again, harder, not easing up on her clit.
She gasps, and this has to be it. She’s trembling, tightening, drowning in ecstasy and she’s— “I’m—Fuck, I’m cumming, you fucker,” she manages to choke out, and she cums hard. Her head drops forward, no further admission, still no winner as her whole body shudders, her walls clenching around you like she’s weaponizing her orgasm against you, trying to pull the words from you.
You swear, a rough sound that’s almost a surrender, and she laughs, breathless, smug, still shaking in your lap. “You first.”
Your grip tightens on her hips, and you’re so fucking close, but you hold on, hold out, your breath ragged. “I’m not going to give up,” you groan, thrusting up into her in a wild frenzy, loud clapping of flesh colliding now strangling the room. She lets out a strangled sound, and her eyes go wide letting you know she didn’t expect this.
Didn’t expect you to only go harder, to keep fucking her through her orgasm, keep pushing her over the edge again and again and again until she might pass out. You thrust harder, deeper, and her voice breaks, her body wild against yours.
You hold on, and she holds on longer. She’s so tight, so wet, and the heat is building, and you feel her clench around you, feel her mold to your shape. Her mouth opens, and you can’t tell if she’s about to say it or if she’s too far gone, and then—
She pulls off of you. You watch, stunned, as she drops to her knees and wraps her mouth around your cock, and the sight alone is enough to make you lose it. You groan, a deep, ragged sound, and she moans around you, the vibration pushing you over the edge. Your hands tangle in her hair as you come, hot and hard, spilling ropes of cum into her mouth.
“Fuck, Chaewon,” you choke out, the last of your breath leaving your body as every drop of cum you had does the same, her lips still tight around you.
Then she pulls back, and her eyes are on you, wide and bright and triumphant. She cups a hand beneath her chin, opens her mouth, and—
“I love you,” she says, letting your cum spill out over her lips, and there’s a laugh behind it, a tremor of amusement, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. Like she knows she just won all over again. She wipes her mouth, cum streaking her chin, her neck, her chest, and she looks so absurdly beautiful you can’t even be mad.
“Chaewon,” you breathe. It’s exasperation and wonder, the way you’ve said her name so many times before. “You’re fucking impossible.”
“Really?” She bats her lashes with a coy look, licking her lips like she’s savoring every last drop of the chaos she’s caused. “Aren’t you supposed to say it back?”
You grab her by the waist, pulling her back up to straddle you past your softened cock, and she giggles, squirming in your lap. “You’re such a fucking brat.”
“And you can’t get enough of it,” she teases, her smile widening,
You stare at her, chest heaving, the words settling into the spaces that were empty for so long. Then you let out a breathless, helpless laugh, pulling her face up to yours, kissing her despite all the filth she let drip out to cover her sweetness.
“Fuck you,” you say between kisses, but there’s no heat behind it, just the weight of relief and joy and everything else you’ve been holding back. “How do you win even when you lose?”
She smiles against your mouth, and you feel it in every part of you. “I guess I’m just smarter than you.”
You do. You say it like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like you’ve spent the last year waiting for your chance.
“I love you, you idiot.”
She makes a soft sound, and for a second you think she might cry, but it’s just a laugh, bright and giddy and so fucking happy. “I’m glad you do.”
“You’re a fucking nightmare,” you say as you shake your head, trying to hide the cartoonishly large smile she forced upon your face.
“And you’re stuck with me,” she says, kissing you again, her body melting into yours, all softness and satisfaction. Her voice dips, teasing, warm. “Or did you forget?”
“Never,” you murmur, and you mean it. Hell, you’d bet on it.
Her body shifts in response, her being melting into you, her skin sticky but hot against yours. “So,” she says, and it’s light and breezy like that summer day still stuck in your memory, like you’re somehow back in a familiar rhythm, but new nonetheless. “You really think you can handle me?”
You laugh, wrapping your arms around her. “I’ve been handling you for years without the benefit of getting to fuck you.”
She pinches your side, but it’s playful, and you can tell she’s trying not to smile. “Asshole.”
“Yeah,” you say, kissing her forehead. “But I’m your asshole, now.”
She nods, and that alone was worth all the suffering. Because it’s honest.
“Shit,” Chaewon breathes, your skin stuck together with dried cum, pulling loose from you. “We’re a fucking mess.”
“Yeah, well, it’s your fault for trying to be funny,” you say like you’re not covered in it too.
She shakes her head, and it’s like she’s saying it’s your fault for not being the first to say you love her. “We can’t go to bed like this,” she proclaims, trying her best not to get too much filth on her sheets. “C’mon. Shower.”
“Together?” you ask, and she just rolls her eyes like that was the stupidest fucking question you’ve ever asked.
You follow her to the bathroom, the air chilly and the tile cool underfoot. She turns on the water of her shower, letting it heat up as she looks back over at you, one eyebrow lifting like she’s pondering if she should just keep it to showering or not.
“Get in,” she says, pushing you towards the shower. “I’m not letting you sleep until you’re clean.”
She’s already stepping toward the shower when she realizes you’re still standing there. Her eyes narrow, but her lips curve. “What? You’re dawdling now?”
You shrug, and she laughs. It’s not the sound she makes when she’s trying to get under your skin, but the one you’d almost forgotten she could make. Uncomplicated. Real.
She starts taking off the only thing she still has on—her thigh high socks that were the main culprit in why you failed to pick up a girl earlier tonight. You were way too busy admiring how good Chaewon looked, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t tell me you’re expecting me to do it for—”
You catch her hand, stop her from peeling them off. She freezes, looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.
“Let’s pretend I lost your three doors challenge,” you murmur, and you hear her breath catch. “It’d be a shame not to eat you out with how good you look in those.”
“So you were staring! I fucking knew it,” she shouts gleefully.
You don’t give it a response. You just hoist her up, and she wraps her legs around you like it’s instinct, gasping, more eager than surprised, as you let her ass meet the bathroom counter. You spread her thighs open to admire, sink to your knees in between them, and look up, getting lost in the way she looks down.
“Oh my god,” she sighs out. “Are you really—”
You don’t let her finish. You drag your tongue up her slit, and her head falls back, the sound of the shower almost drowning out her moan. Almost, but not quite.
“Fuck,” she gasps, the first of many. “Right there. Oh, right—”
You swirl your tongue around her clit, and her hips buck, her whole body trembling. She’s close already, too close, and you know you could end this in seconds, but you don’t. Not yet.
Your hand slides up her thigh, and she shudders as you press a finger against her asshole, teasing, gentle. Her breath catches, and you feel her body tense, then relax, opening for you.
“Shit,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—”
You don’t stop. You don’t even slow down. You work her with your tongue and your fingers and your everything, and she’s shaking.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “You’re—shit—you’re better at this than explaining math problems.”
You groan, a low, rough sound, and the vibration makes her shudder. “Careful, I might bite.”
She laughs, knowing you’re all bark, and her fingers tangle in your hair, not quite pulling you closer, but not allowing escape either. “Don’t stop,” she begs, and she wears it so well that ideas flood your mind. “I’m so fucking close.”
feel her body tense, tight and perfect around you. “Right there. Oh—” You curl your finger, the final bit of tension she needed to release, clenching hard, her hands in your hair, her body on fire. “Oh God, oh—”
She cums hard, her body arching, her legs closing around your head as she cries out, the sound raw and desperate and so fucking good. Your finger slips out but keep your mouth on her, not letting up until she’s shuddering, breathless, her hands tensed up tugging at you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasps, and you feel the last tremors of her orgasm as they ripple through her. “How did you—I can’t—” She’s lost for words, and it’s ammunition for next time you fight over something stupid.
You don’t move until she tugs at you weakly, pulling you up, and the look in her eyes is almost enough to make you drop to your knees again.
You grab her hand, pulling her toward the shower, but she doesn’t budge. Instead, she drops to her knees, fingers splayed on your thighs. “I’ll admit, you’re pretty fucking good,” she says, her eyes gleaming with challenge. Everything’s a competition with this girl. “But I’m better.”
You don’t have time to respond. Her mouth is on you, hot and wet and perfect, and you groan, your head falling back. She works you with a skill you didn’t think she had, her tongue swirling, her lips tight, and all you can do is hold on.
She pulls back, and the sudden loss makes you gasp. “Feel free to cum wherever you want,” she muses, and your mind floods with options. All too enticing.
Her pace is relentless, precise, and you feel her smile around you, a smug curve against your skin. She’s rapidly proving her point.
“Chaewon,” you groan, and you’re not sure if you’re leading into begging or commanding. “Fuck, that feels—”
She hums, a low, teasing sound, and the vibration makes you curse. Her fingers slide down, cupping your balls, and you feel yourself throb against her tongue.
You’re close, too close, and she knows it. You can tell by the way she pulls back again, her lips glistening, her eyes wild. “I’m not done with you,” she says, and you swear you might die.
“Fuck my face,” she says, and you tremble, your whole body going tight.
“Chaewon,” you gasp, but she’s already got you begging for more, her hands on your thighs, guiding you inside.
You thrust, and she takes it, takes you, her mouth so fucking good you can’t believe this is real. She moans and gags around you, and it’s a sound you’ll hear in your dreams for the rest of your life.
She looks up, her mouth full, and the sight is obscene, incredible. She’s not stopping, not giving you a second to catch your breath, just letting you use her, and it’s all too fucking much.
You’re so close, the heat building, your control slipping. You fuck her face, your hands tight in her hair, and she’s caught between you and the counter, letting you use her, letting you lose yourself.
“Oh God, Chaewon,” you groan, your thrusts erratic, desperate. “I’m gonna—”
She pulls back, and you gasp, her lips getting pressed against the tip of your dick. She strokes you, her lips swollen and wet, and—
“Do it,” she commands, tilting her head back, presenting her face and her tits and her abs and every target you could choose, her eyes pleading to cover not one but all. “Come all over me.”
That’s it. That’s fucking it. You cum hard, your whole body tensing, and she moans as your release hits her face, her lips, her cheek, her chest.
“Fuck,” you groan, and she smiles, licking her lips, and you’re so spent you almost collapse right there.
Then she’s pulling you down, kissing you, and you taste yourself on her tongue.
“At least I was worth the wait, right?” she murmurs, and you pull back just far enough to see the way she’s grinning, the way she’s looking at you like she thinks she won. If only she saw herself right now, you’re clearly the winner.
“Think I’m ready for that shower now,” you say, and you can’t help but smile back, because you’re a mess, and she’s a mess, and you came into this room specifically to be less of a mess; and you love it. You love her.
The water is still running, heating up the room, and you both stand up. She pulls you with her, and the water makes quick work of the art you just made. What a waste, but a waste you love to spend with her.
She notices your face change as the cum disappears from her visage, and chuckles lightly. “You’ll get plenty of other chances.”
You wash her and she washes you back, and it’s slow and easy and comfortable. Like you never thought it could be again. But better. No rush, no desperation. She works the shampoo into your hair, but you can’t stand to not annoy her for another second, pulling her under the spray and rinsing her off.
“Hey,” she protests, but she’s smiling, her eyes bright.
“Hey yourself,” you say, dragging your thumb across her cheek, her lips, her collarbone. “Think I like you like this.”
“Wet?” she asks, and she’s teasing, but there’s a softness behind it.
“That too. But no. Mine,” you say, and her expression shifts, her eyes going soft, her hands coming to rest on your chest.
“You know,” she says, her voice quiet, thoughtful, “That makes you equally mine.”
You tilt her chin up, kissing her, and she melts into it, into you. “I guess that means we both won today.”
She laughs, and it’s the best sound, the best feeling, the best everything. “Guess I can get used to it if it’s with you.”
Eventually you turn off the tap, and she shivers as you wrap her in a towel, pulling her close. “Bed?” you ask, and she nods, simple and easy.
She helps you dry off, and you help her, and you just can’t let each other be right now. She tugs at you, at your hand, constantly leading you, hair still wild and just damp enough to be okay going to bed with. She slips beneath the covers fully naked, but it’s too cold to worry about any of that, so you follow.
You pull her against you, or she pushes herself into you. It’s hard to tell who’s more desperate. Point is, her back is against your chest, and it fits perfectly. Like she was made for it.
“So,” she says, her voice a sleepy mumble, “are you gonna lose your shit if I say it’s fifty-fifty again?”
You groan, exasperated and affectionate, and she giggles, burying her face in your neck.
“Chaewon,” you say, and she turns just enough to look at you.
“Hmm?”
You wrap your arms around her, holding her, holding everything. “You’re fucking annoying. Never change.”
She smiles, soft and genuine, and you know this is the real win. Not the game, not the challenge, not the give and take of a thousand heated mathematical arguments—but this. Her. You. Together.
“Promise,” she whispers, and you feel her breath slow, feel her body relax, feel the unlikeliest odds settle in your favor.
You hold her tighter, and the silence this time is comfortable, a weightless, blissful quiet that lulls you both toward sleep. You barely hear her next words, but they seep into you, the last sweet, stubborn thing you need to know.
Trigger Warning : This stories theme were contained with Step-incest, Step Mother-Son, Step Father-daughter.
Type: One shot.
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Look at doctor Sung Jinwoo, isn't he handsome and charismatic. I heard he was very popular among the doctors in the hospital, handsome and smart, the type of husband you want.
It's a pity that he just married a Japanese woman, Minatozaki Sana, His wife is so beautiful, a famous fashionista and has a large number of followers on social media. Even though she already has two children but her body shape curves hourglass, I even heard that she is a fashion model.
You know his eldest son, Sung Suho, isn't athletic and I heard he was selected as a basketball captain at his high school. Didn't his team win the gold climb thanks to his role as team captain.
Her stepdaughter is also beautiful as an angel, her name is Sullyoon, isn't it. I heard that she is the most outstanding female student in the academic field at school, always ranked first and is a representative of the science competition at her school.
That's what everyone who knows Jinwoo's family says but they don't know what it really is....
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The cake sat in the center of the dining table, its frosting gleaming under the dimmed chandelier.
"Happy Family Anniversary" looped across the surface in elegant cursive, the letters slightly smudged where Sana's fingertip had swiped through the icing earlier—testing the sweetness, she'd claimed, though the hungry flicker in her eyes suggested something else entirely. Jinwoo adjusted his glasses, watching as Sullyoon traced the edge of the cake knife with deliberate slowness, her usual academic precision replaced by something far less clinical.
Suho leaned back in his chair, the basketball captain's jersey stretched tight across his shoulders.
"Shouldn't we cut it already?" he asked, but the way his gaze lingered on Sana's lips betrayed his impatience for something other than dessert.
Jinwoo cleared his throat, loosening his tie as the air thickened—not from the summer heat, but from the unspoken tension coiling between them.
The cake wasn't celebrating twelve years of marriage. It marked twelve months since they'd stopped pretending this was a normal family.
Sullyoon's laughter rang like wind chimes as she settled onto Jinwoo's lap, her school skirt riding up just enough to reveal the lace trim of her thigh-highs.
"Let me feed you, daddy," she murmured, pressing the forkful of cake toward his lips with an exaggerated pout.
The sweetness exploded on his tongue—vanilla layered with something darker, like the way her hips shifted ever so slightly when his fingers dug into the plush curve of her ass. Neither of them acknowledged the touch; Sullyoon merely tilted her head, strands of hair brushing his cheek as she asked.
"Delicious , right?"
Jinwoo nodded as swallowed another bite of cake, the sugar turning cloying as Sullyoon squirmed in his lap—whether from discomfort or encouragement, he couldn't tell, and the ambiguity sent a thrill down his spine. His thumb hooked under the waistband of her panties, the pad grazing warm skin.
Across the table, Sana cradled Suho's head in her lap, her manicured nails trailing idle patterns along his jawline. The basketball captain's jersey had ridden up, revealing a strip of toned abdomen as he leaned into her touch, his lips parting obediently when Sana pressed a bite of cake between them.
"Is it delicious , baby?" she murmured, thumb swiping a fleck of frosting from his lower lip.
Suho's answering groan vibrated against her thigh, his fingers tightening around the hem of her silk slip dress. The fabric slid higher, baring the smooth expanse of her legs, but neither of them glanced at Jinwoo—no hesitation, no guilt, just the quiet certainty of shared rituals.
Sullyoon exhaled sharply against Jinwoo's collar, her breath warm as she twisted to watch the scene.
"Mom's being greedy again," she whispered, nipping at his earlobe with sudden teeth. Her hand guided his deeper beneath her skirt, the lace of her panties already damp beneath his fingertips.
"She knows Suho can't resist her cakes."
The double entendre curled like smoke between them, underscored by the wet sound of Suho sucking Sana's fingers clean. Jinwoo's pulse stuttered—not from shock, but from the familiar ache of watching his family slot together in ways that should've fractured them.
After a years marriage, actually Jinwoo and Sana have no interest in each other, for one reason, not my type.
Instead, Jinwoo is more attracted to Sullyoon, Sana's daughter. Cheerful and spoiled girl.
Jinwoo remembered the first time he met Sullyoon—how her gaze had skittered away from his like a spooked deer, how her fingers had twisted the hem of her school blouse into wrinkled knots. He’d pretended not to notice the way her cheeks pinkened when he reached across the table for the salt shaker, how her breath hitched when their fingers brushed. Later, he’d lie awake replaying that accidental contact, the phantom warmth of her skin lingering on his fingertips like a brand.
Meanwhile, Sana prefers the type of young man who is full of enthusiasm, confidence and athleticism. That's what Sana found in the figure of Sung Suho.
Sana remembered the first time she met Suho—really met him—with the kind of clarity that made her fingertips tingle even now. Jinwoo had been fussing with his watch, lips pursed in that tight-lipped disapproval he reserved for tardiness, when the café door swung open with a gust of summer heat. Suho stood there, his basketball jersey clinging to his chest in damp patches, hair plastered to his forehead from whatever impulsive sprint had brought him here late.
"Sorry," he'd panted, flashing a grin so bright it should've come with a warning label. The apology was perfunctory; his eyes, though—those locked onto Sana with an intensity that made her stir her iced coffee three times too many. The straw clinked against the glass like a nervous metronome.
Jinwoo had known from the start that Sana wasn’t the kind of woman who would ever fit neatly into the role of a demure housewife—not that he’d wanted one. Likewise Sana, also doesn't like Jinwoo's rigid style.
It wasn’t disliked; it was something closer to mutual recognition, two predators circling each other without ever bothering to clash. He’d married her for convenience, a tidy arrangement that gave them both social legitimacy while leaving their real desires untouched.
The wedding had been a masterclass in plausible deniability—peonies arranged just so to obscure the way Sana's fingers lingered on Suho's bicep when they posed for family photos, the cut of Jinwoo's tuxedo jacket hiding how his palm slid beneath Sullyoon's bridesmaid dress during the first dance. The guests sighed over the blended family's picture-perfect harmony, never questioning why the newlyweds exchanged rings with more ceremony than a kiss.
Later, when the hotel suite door clicked shut behind them, Jinwoo loosened his tie with one hand while the other tugged Sullyoon into the adjoining bedroom by her sash.
"You looked beautiful today," he murmured against the shell of her ear, savoring the way her pulse fluttered under his lips like a trapped bird.
The chiffon of her dress pooled around her ankles with a whisper, and for once, the straight-A student had no clever retort—just a gasp when his teeth found the sensitive spot below her jaw.
In the suite's main bedroom, Sana perched on the edge of the king-sized bed, her wedding gown unzipped to the small of her back. Suho hovered near the minibar, cracking open a soda can with excessive force, the fizz echoing his nervous energy.
"You don't have to pretend with me," Sana said, peeling off one satin glove with her teeth.
The deliberate slowness of the gesture made Suho's throat bob—she'd practiced that move in the mirror for weeks, timing it to the exact second his resolve would fray. His basketball captain's discipline crumpled when she hooked a finger into the waistband of his slacks, pulling him closer with a laugh that vibrated against his collarbone.
"All those trophies," she mused, "and you're still scared of little old me?”
Present day.
The king-size bed creaked under their combined weight as Father and son seemed to be waiting for something that made them impatient.
The bathroom door remained stubbornly closed, the faint sound of giggles and rustling fabric slipping through the gap like a promise. Jinwoo adjusted his glasses, the lenses fogging slightly from the steam curling beneath the doorframe.
"They're taking longer than usual," Suho, remarked.
“Just wait it, Son”, The father pointed to the direction of his glasses.
The bathroom lock clicked open with theatrical slowness. Sana emerged first, her hips swaying with the practiced ease of a runway model—except no fashion week had ever featured lingerie this deliberately indecent. The pastel pink straps of her teddy clung to her curves like a second skin, the lace barely containing the swell of her breasts as she paused at the foot of the bed.
"Happy anniversary, boys," she purred, dragging a manicured nail down Suho's skin. The basketball captain's breath hitched audibly, his fingers digging into the sheets as Sana climbed onto the mattress with feline grace, her knees bracketing his hips.
Sullyoon's entrance was quieter but no less devastating. She hovered in the doorway, her white chemise translucent under the bedroom lights, the shadow of her nipples visible through the fabric as she bit her lower lip in faux shyness. Jinwoo's throat went dry. She'd worn her hair down tonight—a rare deviation from her usual schoolgirl ponytail—and the dark waves framed her face like a Renaissance painting gone deliciously wrong.
"Daddy," she murmured, padding toward him with bare feet, "Do I look hot and sexy enough for you, tonight ?" The question was a blade wrapped in silk, a reminder of all the times he'd called her his little girl while his hands taught her otherwise.
Jinwoo’s fingers twitched against Sullyoon’s thigh, the lace of her panties damp beneath his touch as if she’d been waiting for this all evening—maybe longer. Her breath hitched when his thumb slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the crease where her leg met her hip with deliberate slowness.
"You're so beautiful, princess," Jinwoo murmured against Sullyoon's jaw, his breath warm where it ghosted over the rapid flutter of her pulse.
The endearment made her squirm—not from discomfort, but from the way it coiled heat low in her belly, the contradiction of being called childish while his fingers mapped the adult curves beneath her chemise. When she opened her mouth to protest, Jinwoo swallowed the words with a kiss that started slow, almost chaste, until the tip of his tongue traced the seam of her lips and she gasped into his mouth.
The aggression came not in force but in persistence—the way Jinwoo's hands slid from her hips to her waist, then higher, as if cataloging every inch of her. Sullyoon arched into the touch, her fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer, nails scraping his scalp when his thumb finally brushed the peaked hardness of her nipple through the sheer fabric. The sound she made was half whimper, half moan, swallowed by Jinwoo's mouth as he deepened the kiss, his teeth catching her lower lip in a way that sent sparks down her spine.
Looks like the shy princess has started to get bold," Suho drawled from across the room, his voice dripping with amusement as Sullyoon's fingers twisted tighter in Jinwoo's hair.
She broke the kiss just long enough to shoot him a glare sharp enough to carve glass, her chest heaving against Jinwoo's in a way that made Suho's smirk widen. Then she was surging back into Jinwoo's mouth with a hunger that left no room for hesitation—tongue tangling with his, teeth nipping at his lower lip like she wanted to devour him whole.
Sana caught Suho's chin between her fingers, tilting his face up to hers with effortless dominance.
"Let your little sister have fun with your father," she murmured, her thumb brushing over his parted lips before she dragged it downward, tracing the column of his throat.
"Let's both enjoy ourselves."
The command was velvet-wrapped steel, and Suho shuddered as she guided his head against the plush swell of her chest, the lace of her teddy scratching deliciously against his flushed cheeks. He inhaled sharply—vanilla and something darker, the scent of her skin layered with the musk of want—before Sana's fingers carded through his hair, holding him there as she arched into his mouth.
Suho's fingers trembled against the clasp of Sana's teddy—not from inexperience, but from the way her smirk dared him to fumble. The pink straps fell away with a whisper, her breasts spilling into his palms like overripe fruit, still warm from the heat between them. Moonlight caught the light flush spreading across her skin, the pink of her nipples darkening as Suho's thumbs circled them with worshipful slowness.
"Look at you," Sana breathed, arching into his touch with a roll of her hips that made the mattress creak. "My greedy little athlete."
The first lick was tentative, Suho's tongue darting out to trace the stiff peak before he sealed his mouth over it with a groan that vibrated against her flesh. Sana's fingers fisted in his hair, holding him there as he suckled with the single-minded intensity of a starving man—teeth grazing, lips pursing around the areola until her back bowed off the bed.
"Urgh... You love it, dear," she gasped, her other hand guiding his head to her neglected breast. "Your stepmother's breasts taste better than any trophy, don't they?"
Suho lifted his head just enough to pant, "Yes, Mom," before diving back in, his lips glistening with her arousal as he switched sides.
"Your tits are so soft and fluffy", that turned pain into pleasure, the angle of his tongue that made her thighs clamp around his hips.
Meanwhile Jinwoo's fingers moved with the precision of a surgeon—slow, deliberate strokes that made Sullyoon's breath stutter against his collarbone. The lace of her panties had long since been pushed aside, the fabric damp where it pressed against his wrist as he curled two fingers inside her, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit in lazy circles.
"Urgh... Daddy, your fingers are inside me..." Sullyoon gasped, her hips jerking into his touch like a marionette whose strings had been tugged too hard. Her chemise rode up around her waist, the sheer fabric clinging to her sweat-slicked skin as she arched against him.
"I like that... Oh god."
Jinwoo grinned against the flutter of her pulse, his teeth scraping the delicate skin of her shoulder blade before soothing the sting with his tongue.
"You're too wet for dad, princess," he murmured, the words hot against her ear as his thumb circled faster, the pad rubbing rough over her swollen clit.
glock glock
The wet echoed obscenely through the bedroom, syncopated with the creak of mattress springs as Sana bobbed her head with the practiced rhythm of a woman who'd rehearsed this in mirrors.
Her lips stretched obscenely around Suho's cock, the pink lace straps of her discarded teddy still draped over one shoulder like a fallen banner of surrender. Suho's fingers clenched in her hair—not pulling, just anchoring himself as his hips jerked involuntarily, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her throat before she swallowed him down again with a hum that vibrated along his length.
"Urgh... Fuck... Mom," he gasped, the honorific twisting into something filthy as her tongue curled under his shaft, "your mouth feels so awesome around my cock."
The compliment dripped from his lips like the spit slicking her chin.
Sana smiled around the thick length filling her mouth, her lips stretched taut as Suho's cock bumped against the back of her throat—not a flinch, not a gag, just the deliberate press of his swollen tip against the tight ring of muscle before she swallowed him down deeper. The sound he made was ragged, half-strangled, his fingers tightening in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks and took him to the hilt.
Sullyoon arched against the sheets with a choked gasp, her fingers twisting in Jinwoo's hair as his tongue lapped at her with the desperation of a man who'd found his only source of hydration.
"Mmph... Daddy... Daddy... Your tongue—" The words shattered into a moan when he curled it just so, the flat of his tongue dragging slow and wet from her fluttering entrance to the swollen bud at her apex.
Her thighs trembled around his ears, the musky scent of her arousal thick enough to taste—and Jinwoo did, savoring the tang on his tongue like a connoisseur of some forbidden vintage.
He'd mapped this terrain a dozen times before, could navigate the hitch in her breath when he flicked over that sensitive spot just left of center, the way her hips jerked when he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently.
But tonight—anniversary night—he took his time, tracing lazy circles with the tip of his tongue until her whimpers turned pleading, until the lace straps of her chemise dug into her shoulders from how hard she was pulling at them.
"Please," she gasped, her voice cracking on the syllable, "please, daddy, I need—”
Jinwoo's breath hitched—not at the words, but at the way Sullyoon's fingers trembled against his scalp, her usual eloquence reduced to fractured syllables.
He kissed that dip slowly, savoring her shudder before murmuring, "Say it again." His teeth grazed her pulse point. "Properly."
Sullyoon's hips jerked against his mouth, her thighs clamping around his head as she gasped, "I need your cock, Daddy—" The last word cracked into a moan when Jinwoo's tongue plunged inside her without warning, fucking her with shallow thrusts that left her dripping.
The mattress groaned under their combined weight as Sana rolled her hips with the precision of a dancer, each downward thrust spearing herself deeper onto Suho's cock. Moonlight caught the sweat slicking her spine, the damp strands of hair clinging to her neck as she arched back, her hands braced against Suho's thighs for leverage.
"Oh... fuck..." she gasped, the words fracturing as Suho's hips jerked upward to meet her, the slap of skin against skin punctuating each movement.
"Fuck Mommy like that, baby—your cock feels so good inside me."
Suho's hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging into the plush flesh of her hips as he guided her movements, his grip tight enough to leave bruises.
"Mom, I love inside you—" he choked out, the honorific twisting into something filthy when she clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering like a vice. Sana's laugh was low and throaty, her nails raking down his chest as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying just above his mouth.
"Say it again," she purred, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that made Suho's back bow off the bed. His cock twitched inside her, the thick length of him stretching her impossibly wider with each shallow thrust.
"Tell Mommy how much you love it.”
The pillow muffled Sullyoon's cries but did nothing to hide the way her fingers clawed at the sheets, the fabric twisting between her knuckles as Jinwoo's thrusts drove her forward with each snap of his hips. Her chemise had ridden up around her waist, the delicate lace straps sliding down her shoulders to pool at her elbows—a half-undressed vulnerability that made Jinwoo's grip tighten on her hips, his thumbs digging into the dimples just above her ass.
"Oh, Daddy—" she gasped, the words fracturing when he angled deeper, the swollen head of his cock grinding against that sweet spot inside her that made her vision whiten.
"So deep, daddy, your cock... So deep inside me—"
Jinwoo's chuckle was dark, roughened by lust as he leaned over her, one hand sliding up to fist in her hair and tug just enough to arch her back. The new angle made Sullyoon sob, her thighs trembling as he pistoned into her with relentless precision, each stroke measured to drag against her walls in a way that left her dripping.
"You're so tight, princess," he murmured, his breath hot against the shell of her ear as his free hand groped her bouncing breast, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger until she keened, "Daddy isn't bored by your pussy."
She could feel him everywhere: the stretch of him filling her, the calloused drag of his palm over her nipple, the possessive grip on her hipbones that would leave bruises by morning. But it was the way his cockhead ached against her deepest point that unraveled her, the relentless friction coiling heat low in her belly until her moans turned pleading.
"Please—" she whined, her voice breaking as Jinwoo's pace stuttered, his thrusts turning shallow just to watch her squirm. "Daddy, please—”
The headboard slammed against the wall with the force of a battering ram, each impact timed to Sana's ragged cries as Suho drove into her with the single-minded intensity of an athlete chasing victory. The mating press pinned her beneath him—her legs hooked over his shoulders, her spine arched into a perfect curve that left her completely vulnerable to his relentless thrusts. Sweat dripped from Suho's brow onto Sana's heaving chest, mingling with the smeared lipstick around her gasping mouth.
"Fuck... fuck... harder, baby," she demanded, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave crimson trails.
"Break me."
Suho obeyed with a snarl, his hips pistoning faster, the obscene slap of skin echoing through the bedroom as he bottomed out inside her with every stroke. "Feel that, Mom?" he panted, his voice rough with exertion. "How your son's perverted dick stretches you open?" The vulgarity sent a jolt through Sana—not shock, but arousal, her cunt clenching around him as if trying to milk the confession straight from his cock.
"I like it," she gasped, her head thrashing against the pillows. "I love it—the way my stepson abuses my hole like I'm some cheap slut." The words unraveled into a scream as Suho angled deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust.
The kiss was slow, deliberate—Jinwoo's lips moving against Sullyoon's with the same measured precision as his hips, each thrust timed to the flick of his tongue against hers. Her moans vibrated between them, muffled but unmistakable, the syllables fracturing whenever he bottomed out inside her with that particular angle that made her toes curl.
"Yes daddy... Mmph... So God... Like that... Oh—" Sullyoon gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he withdrew almost completely, only to push back in with excruciating slowness, the swollen head of his cock pressing against her deepest point until her back arched off the bed.
Jinwoo swallowed her whimpers, his hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back and expose the flutter of her pulse.
He licked a stripe up her throat, savoring the salt on his tongue before murmuring against her ear, "You take me so well, princess", His hips rolled forward again, deeper this time, the stretch drawing a broken cry from Sullyoon's lips.
"Like you were made for daddy's cock.”
The moon hung heavy and swollen over the bedroom window—a voyeur painted silver by its own guilty light—as Jinwoo's thrusts stuttered into ragged, uneven jerks. Sullyoon's thighs trembled against his hips, her nails scoring crescents into his shoulder blades when he buried himself to the hilt with a groan that ripped from his chest like a confession. Heat pulsed between them, thick and syrupy as his release flooded her in waves, each throb wringing a whimper from her lips.
Across the room, Suho's hips snapped forward one final time, his spine bowing like a drawn arrow before he collapsed against Sana with a sound that was half-growl, half-prayer. The wet slap of skin stilled as he emptied himself inside her, his cock twitching with each spurt that painted her walls white. Sana arched beneath him, her fingers knotting in his sweat-damp hair as she milked him through it, her inner muscles fluttering around him like a vice.
The air hung thick with musk and sweat, the only sound their ragged breathing as the four of them lay tangled in the aftermath. Jinwoo's fingers still gripped Sullyoon's hips, his thumbs pressed into the bruises he'd left earlier, watching with dark fascination as his release spilled from her in slow, viscous rivulets. It pooled between her thighs, dripping onto the rumpled sheets with obscene finality—white against the flushed pink of her skin, stark as spilled ink on parchment.
Across the bed, Sana arched her back with a lazy sigh, her fingers trailing through the mess Suho had left between her legs. "Look at this," she murmured, holding up glistening fingertips to the moonlight, the strands of cum stretching like spider silk before snapping. She turned her head to catch Jinwoo's gaze, her smirk wicked as she dragged her wet fingers across Suho's panting chest.
"Your son fills me up so well."
Jinwoo’s chuckle was low and rough, his fingers still tangled in Sullyoon’s hair as he turned his head to meet Sana’s gaze.
The moonlight caught the smug curve of his lips, the sweat-slicked sheen of his throat as he rasped, "Your daughter can’t stop milking me too."
Suho's grin was all teeth when he turned to Jinwoo, his fingers still slick with Sana's arousal as he wiped them lazily across the sheets.
"Dad," he drawled, the word dripping with mischief, "you've gotta feel Mom's pussy at least once. Bet it's tighter than Sullyoon's."
Sullyoon’s lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, her fingers tracing idle circles on Jinwoo’s sweat-slicked chest as she flicked her gaze toward Suho.
"At least Daddy’s bigger than your tiny cock," she sing-songed, her voice dripping with saccharine malice.
Suho and Sullyoon bickering like ordinary brother and sister in argue. This situation made Jinwoo and Sana chuckle
Sana's grin curled like smoke as she rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand while the other traced idle patterns through the drying mess on Suho's abdomen. "How about you two fuck each other?" she purred, the words dripping with mischief as her gaze flicked between Sullyoon and Suho.
Jinwoo chimed in, "That's exactly what your mother said," his voice rich with amusement as he watched Suho and Sullyoon's nose wrinkle in disgust.
"Never" . Both of them were rejected.
That's how the night happened—like any other night, woven into the fabric of stories the four of them shared: bodies tangled, breaths mingling, lewd warmth pooling between sheets damp with sweat and other things.
“U—UOGHHH! AW! AHHH!” You slammed into a boulder and probably broke your ribs. You kept reaching for anything, looking for something to grab on to.
The last time you remember, you were chasing a naked woman into the woods.
Pathetic.
And now, you’re helplessly freestyle skating on a cliff.
“AW! AGH! OUCH!” You rolled like a damn pinball.
“Ah-AGUUUHHH—” You crashed straight into a tree trunk—smashed your eggs into an omelette.
After a moment of endless suffering, the fall finally stopped. So what? You’re battered up anyway.
“Shit.” You can’t even stand straight.
“Why the fuck did I go after a naked woman! I knew that was a bad idea, but that girl kept wiggling her ass at me as if she had a tail— a tail.
You definitely saw a tail earlier; that’s the reason why you chased her.
“It’s something… no woman had a tail, right? Should I look for her?”
You scanned your surroundings; aside from dried trees and massive rocks, there was an endless darkness beyond.
“Why the fuck should I still look for her?”
You shake off the dust from your clothes and limp to find a way. You already fucked up the moment you went after her, and yet you even have the guts to consider looking for her.
You kept walking.
Every step’s draining your remaining energy; you should conserve it.
“Fuck, I’m lost.” You’re just walking non-stop.
“Pst.”
A voice out of nowhere.
“Huh!? Who’s there!?” You’re terrified.
You looked at the location where the voice came from, but there’s nothing. Just darkness.
“Show yourself!” You yelled at nothing.
“Wait! Slowly… please.” For a second thought, you’re kind of scared and might faint if it suddenly pops.
The fact that the voice wasn’t from a woman, it’s deeper.
“Pst.”
“WAAAH! What!? Don’t kill me! Sorry! Spare me!” Your feet stumbled in panic.
You wanted to run, but you can’t.
You wanted to plead for mercy, so you just muttered sorry.
“Why are you here?”
A question that you can easily answer, but you can’t speak, your tongue got stuck while your jaw’s numb.
There’s a reason why, the reason is hiding in the bushes beside you.
Sharp eyes, large white silhouette, white fangs.
“WAAHHH! Don’t eat me! I don’t taste that good! Here— pwe! Salty! Pwee!” You bit your arm, trying to prove something.
“I’m not eating you… yet.”
“WAHHH! MOM! DAD!” Your butt scrapes the ground.
Stomp.
“WAAAH!” You kicked your feet rapidly, but you ain’t moving.
Stomp.
Step after step, it’s heavy for sure.
Then the moonlight shone through its leg, its foot alone enough to scare you even more.
It’s massive, chunky, and scaly; it wasn’t human, and definitely wasn’t any animal that you could encounter in a secluded forest.
“Haa…” It took another step.
The leg alone is much bigger than your body.
“...”
You can’t run anymore, since running will be meaningless in front of a dragon. A white dragon.
“D-d-d-dragon…. DRAGON! HAAA— AW!” Its monstrous wing slapped you.
“You’re noisy.” Its voice is a little calmer this time, its… sounds like a woman.
“WAHH– Oh— okay.” You instantly behaved when you saw its wing move. Another slap will dislocate your jaw in an instant.
“...”
In that moment of silence, the dragon is just staring at you. It must have been thinking whether to eat you raw or cook you with its fire breath.
“Please!” You knelt, head on the ground, hands clasped in the air.
“As I said, I’m not cooking you… yet.”
“What’s with the— YET?” You mimicked the way the dragon said it.
“You’re not burning me, aren’t you!?” You added, it must be right, you just said you're salty, a little effort to torch must taste good since you're already seasoned up with dust!
It sits, you think— it was even wagging its tail!
“Tail?” Now you remember why you were there.
A naked lady with its wagging tail… so, it was a trap! To lure a pervert minded guy like you all the way to its nest.
You’re dead meat, literally. A food just walks straight into its lair.
“Please!” You had no choice but to plead mercy.
“What do you prefer? Rare, medium rare, or well done?” The dragon’s wing poked your shoulder. It must be testing if you're tender enough.
“Well done!” You answered instantly, in that way you could think of a way to escape— but upon realizing that it was just a slow death…
“Rare! I mean rare’s better!” Yes, the right way. You can resist a few burns, and it can eat you right away— but you can’t run…
“Medium rare! Final answer!” It’s like a Who Wants to Be a Millionaire scene, but it was a Who Wants to Be a Skewer instead.
Either of the three choices, you’re fucked up. You’re destined to be eaten!
“Please… not me, mighty dragon of all dragons! I can bring you tasty foods instead.” You thought of bringing your friends instead if the dragon agreed. What a friend.
“But, I want you… You did not hesitate to follow me, a naked woman.”
“...”
That’s it! One of your guesses just came true. You’ve been lured to be eaten—
“WAAHH– AW! Now you’re tenderizing the meat! WAHHH!” You forgot for a second that the dragon doesn’t want noise, so the tail slapped you this time around.
“Breed me.” The dragon said.
“WAHHH! First you season me, now you’re breading me before frying me!?” You cried.
“...”
“...”
“Huh? B-b-b-breed!?” You absolutely heard it wrong.
“Yes, breed.” The dragon insists.
You tilt your head, and the dragon mirrors your action.
“You did not bite your tongue or something? Do you mean bread or breed?”
“No.” The dragon licked your whole body.
“YOU DEFINITELY SAID BREAD! LOOK AT YOU TASTING ME!” In just one lick, you’re instantly covered in sticky liquid.
“I said breed. Breed functions as both a verb (to reproduce, raise, or cause) and a noun (a distinct variety of animal/plant, or a particular type of person/thing).” It explained.
This dragon’s hella smart.
“You sure a dragon? Not a dinosaur, you speak like a thesaurus… You know, dinosaurs have this saurus kind of thingy in their name.” For a second, you forgot you’re speaking with a dragon.
“No, I’m a dragon, you’re here after getting drag-on.” The dragon surprisingly joked back.
“...”
It’s not funny, the dragon just basically admitted it lures you in! Time to face reality, it’s either it’ll eat you, or you breed it…?
“Wait! If what you said is true? Will you spare me if I agree to breed you?”
Honestly, you’re not into bestiality, but you had no choice. Breed or dead? Damn, those two rhymed.
“Yes. No need to bring your friends, you’re enough. You did not hesitate to follow the illusion I made, the naked woman, which means your libido is strong.” You did not get the dragon’s logic, but you can’t admit that you’re just horny either.
“Yes.” You simply nod.
“If everything’s clear, then we can start.” The dragon turns around.
Back shots for a dragon? Must be insane.
“Okay…” You hurriedly stripped off your pants, then your underwear. It wasn’t because you’re looking forward to it; it's just because you wanted to live.
You approached the dragon, the tail’s on the way. You grabbed to move it—
“AGHH!! OUCH!” It slapped you, harder this time.
“WAHH!” The dragon shrieked; it must be startled by you. “Don’t suddenly touch my tail!” It roared.
“S-sorry!” You quickly apologized, the dragon might eat you anytime now. “B-but, there’s no hole! I’m looking for the hole! The tail’s on the way!” You followed up with your reasons.
“What hole? Can’t you see I’m transforming!?”
“Transforming?” You’re confused, but who wouldn’t?
“My human form. Wait a second.” The dragon lit up. It’s as bright as the moonlight.
“...”
The dragon’s silhouette slowly changed into a slim woman. The light glow eventually dimmed.
There she is, her human form. Naked, pure, and her dragon features prominently strong.
“Wow…” You fell in love, you knew it, your heart and dick knew it.
“When I’m with this form, they call me Yeji.” She elegantly bowed.
A soft woman like her is a contrast to the scary dragon you met a while ago.
“Yeji… what a beautiful name… as beautiful as you.” You muttered, mouths agape, amused by her beauty.
“Thank you.” She smiled.
Her eyes, her skin, her face, her tits, her waist, her pussy, her thighs, her knees, her toes. Everything’s perfect.
“Ten out of ten.” You nodded, and your dick salutes.
“Excuse me?” She’s puzzled by your sudden rating.
“I mean, ten— what are we wai-ten for? Let’s breed.” You voluntarily approached her, grabbing her by the waist, and feel her smooth skin.
No scales, just pure butter.
“Sure, master.” She kissed you. Her lips are as soft as a bun; they taste sweet and tangy, a dragon’s kiss.
You kissed back, a warrior who was desperately fighting for his life, risking it all by making love with a dragon.
Tongues slithering like a sword clashing, an intense fight for two strangers who just weirdly met and are now intimate.
“How did you know that?” You muttered through the kiss, steam seeping out in between your glued mouths. For a moment, you were scared to see a faint smoke; she might spit fire.
“What?” She paused from kissing you.
“That I’m a master.” You joked and squeezed her butt.
“Master?” She still didn’t get it, her hands sliding from your sides to your hard dick.
“Masterbaiter.” That’s it, a man’s past time. Mostly sports guys, playing different kinds of balls.
“Of course, because I’m a masterbaiter, too. You took the naked woman bait, remember?” She stroked your dick, like taming your wild beast.
“I’m glad I took it.” You admitted.
You hate the fact that chasing that naked woman caused you unfortune, but who knows, you’ll get to be a daddy of dragons instead, you little dra-ddy.
“Stop playin’ and breed me.” She hissed.
The moonshine put a spotlight on both of you. She rides you intensely, her insides gripping your tube like a vice grip. A few more pumps, you’re about to leak.
“Ahhh~ Ahhh~ Human~ Breed me~” She kept on riding.
The dragon’s riding the human, what a reversal.
“Let’s populate~” She kept bouncing, her tits bouncing as well.
“Populate? You sound like you’re hatching an egg in just days.” You reach for her breast like a baby in a crib reaching for the stars at the ceiling.
“Yes~ Ahng~” She leaned in, giving you enough distance for you to reach her breast. You squeezed it instantly.
“AHHH!” She spits fire.
You hurriedly put your hands on her waist instead.
“Yeji… then… We’ll have sex now and then?” You’re keeping your cool, but the fact is you’re about to cum.
You’re just holding it; you need the answer.
“Yes! You’ll live here with me… hngg~ in the forest! Raise our kids~ and be a father!” She rested her ass and rolled her hips.
She damn knew what method could make you cum.
“H-h-huh? Live here? Hnngg~ but Yeji! AHHH~” You cum. She’s too much for you to handle.
Your dick blew thick fluids in the depths of her dragon–human anatomy or whatever her womb must be right now. A pussy’s still a pussy, then womb’s still a womb. You kept planting seed inside her.
How many eggs will she lay? Three? Four? You might have quandroplets of baby dragons in a week.
“Hngg~ one more.” She moved her hips again.
“AHHH! Yeji~” You’re still sensitive.
So that’s why the dragon was perceived as a wild myth and a strong creature. She’s limitless, and probably can go rounds after rounds.
You can’t run now.
You realized that agreeing to breed her was your biggest mistake.
She’s planning to make you the father of her babies, the great founder of the dragon army.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Help me…” You lost ten pounds of liquid in a night, and there’s more to go.
*****
“A man has been missing for a month. His last track had been found on this cliff, which led to the notorious dragon’s cliff. The forest below it is said to shelter the ancient dragons who ruled Korea before humans took control over the country. The officials had finally concluded the case as closed; we wish that man and his soul a warm goodbye. I’m Jung Min Jun, reporting.”
The media had packed up; you can see them at the top of the cliff.
“He…lp…” You’re drained, exhausted.
“Papa, Ms. Dragon Shin is here.”
“D-d-d-dragon Shin? Isn’t your mom dragon Hwang?” You wonder what the hell one of your kids says?
“Oh, there you are. My clan needs a father, breed me.”
“Sir, Wonyoung’s been looking for you—” A staff member spotted you at the emergency exit.
“Shh! Don’t tell them you saw me—” You quickly shut her up.
You look behind her, and thankfully, no one’s around except her.
“When will the shooting start? Why the hell is there a delay!?” You dragged her inside the exit.
“IVE members and your agency already gave their assurance. Sorry for the delay; we’re just tweaking some technical issues.” She apologized.
“But, why are you here? IVE’s looking for you, specifically Wonyoung. She’s panicking, actually more like tantrums— sorry, I’m just used to people calling her a brat.” She told you.
“I know, but she’s a good girl, trust me.” You assured her that Wonyoung’s a really, really bad— good girl.
Now, you feel bad pressing on her. She’s not the issue; the shooting delay’s not the issue; it’s because of IVE.
You’re IVE’s newest playth— Manager. Unlike any other manager who’s staying with their idols and prepared to give all that they need, you’re different.
You’ve been hiding from them, and there’s a very specific reason for that.
You can’t just give them what they want.
What they really want is you, specifically, your manliness. You’re IVE’s newest plaything.
“...”
“Okay, please, don’t tell them where I am—” You plead for the staff to remain quiet about your whereabouts.
“Oh, there you are. Oppa, Wonyoung needs the mic.” Yujin speaks behind you.
“Okay, let me… WHOA! YUJIN!” You turned around and found the towering idol with her crossed arms.
“Hi, oppa, so you were here. Why are you hiding?” She waved; I bet there’s anger behind her puppy eyes.
“I’m not hiding, w-w-why would I?” You stuttered; if they knew that you were avoiding them, they would definitely put a leash on you.
“Uhhh, Yujin-ssi, I already brought the mic to the dressing room—” The staff said, giving Yujin’s assurance about the microphone.
“Unnie, you can go now.” She looks irritated.
If the staff leave… you’ll be left with a wild dog.
She’s untamed; her hunger has never been fulfilled once; she’ll eat you the moment you're alone.
“Okay, then—” She’s leaving.
“Uhh! Uhh…” You stopped her, but you don’t know what to say. You can’t tell her that Yujin’s a vacuum devil.
“Yes?” The staff actually stopped and waited.
“Yes, Op…pa.” Yujin smiles a warning sign.
You’ve been caught already, so there’s no point in fighting back.
“N-nothing. Please… no more delays.” Your last words for the staff.
“We'll do our best, then… excuse me.” The staff disappeared instantly.
“...”
“...”
“HAAA!” You shrieked when Yujin’s hand touched your shoulder. She’s like a snake that’s playing with its food.
“Oppa, you’re tense. Don’t be like that~” Her nails pressed through the fabric of your shirt hard enough to pin you against the wall.
Just like what they say, whenever you encounter a wild beast, don’t move.
“Why are you running?” She leaned in, her head next to yours.
The snake’s hissing.
“N-n-no, why would I? You know, Yujin, I thought you were a puppy… but you look like a snake.” You just threw a joke at her, but she didn’t laugh.
You tried to get away from her, but her hands are too strong for you.
“Oppa, do you think I’m joking right now? You know I can be any kind of animal if I have to just to have my turn~” She purred directly to your ear.
“Y-Y-Yujin-ah, there might be someone—”
“There’s no one here except us.” She cut you off instantly.
She finally released your shoulders. You had the urge to run, but you could sense the danger from her.
She now turned into a grizzly bear, and you had to bear with it even though there’s a chance you’ll be bare naked in no time.
This animal shape-shifting beast.
“Wonyoun’s wanted the mic, let me—” Right, Wonyoung’s much better than being with her.
“TURN. AROUND.” There’s a noticeable power in her words.
You turn around like what she told you.
She kneeled in no time, unbuckled your belt and pants. Slid it down without your consent, but they didn’t need it; they’ll do anything they want to you, even if you refuse.
She tugged your underwear down, and your cock sprang free; it’s hard enough to reach her face and land on her nose.
“Omo, you’re hiding from us, but you’re hard as a rock.” She looks so happy.
The moment she saw your hard rod, her face never dropped once.
“Wonyoung has to wait for her mic, and Oppa, do you know how much our fans wanted us, right? You’re actually lucky to have us chasing you for this… hard… thing–huehuhehiehe~” She immediately put your dick into her mouth and bobbed her head.
“Hng~ Y-Yujin-ah, Won-Wonyoung’s waiting.” You held her head, but you couldn’t stop her head from bobbing.
“Hmm~ wits wokey woppa–huehuehu, shwe wownt wow (It’s okay oppa, she won’t know.).” Yujin’s tongue sweeps your entire rod. Her oral warmth and sucking skills are unmatched,
“B-but, Yu– shit! I’m cumming!” You groaned, she’s way too good that you can’t even hold yourself.
“HMMPP~” She stopped bobbing, her lips touched your balls and your dick near to her throat.
You erupted, straight to her throat. You heard her gulping as if she were just drinking some lemonade. This is the vacuum you were saying, even you were cumming, she keeps sucking in. Draining everything you had.
But, Wonyoung’s gonna be mad.
Someone got her microphone before her, and worse is that there’s a possibility that there’s no more cum left for her.
Suck. Suck. Gulp.
“Yujin… hngg.” It’s been a minute since you came, and yet Yujin’s sucking pressure remained.
There’s no more to suck at the moment.
“Oppa, have some ginseng. I’ll buy you some.” She finally let your softened dick go. Her wicked smile is terrifying.
“Ohh~ how cute, oppa, it looks like an elephant trunk.” She pokes it.
You just came, but seeing her pretty face makes your dick alive. Every touch she made, your dick twitched.
“Ohh~ now it looks like an electric eel, I feel an electrifying energy within me when I touch it— hey, oppa, where are you going!?”
You'd better go away before your dick electrifies more of that so-called energy. There’s no doubt about it, she’s talking about her horny energy.
“W-W-Wony!” You ran away from that animal, fixing your pants in the process.
IVE’s dressing room is not that far, just a couple of floors and a minute's walk. But you took your time, you need to regain your lost energy, or else Wonyoung will throw tantrums.
“Oppa.” Rei spotted you.
Compared to Yujin, Rei is more reserved and calm.
“R-R-Rei-ya, is Wonyoung’s inside?” You asked her, stalling for more time.
“Yes, she’s been looking for you for some time now…Sniff. Sniff. Wait a minute—— “ Rei squints her eyes.
“Rei-ya. I—” You’ve been caught, again.
“You just came… on someone.” Her guest is always spot on. She kept sniffing you; her cute face was just inches away from you,
It made you hard, just what you need before heading to Wonyoung.
“How’d you know!?” You act surprised, but that’s no surprise anymore.
There’s this moment she caught that you face fucked Liz before her turn, similar to what happened today. Then another moment when your dick was only half hard when you’re about to have sex with her, she guessed it right that Gaeul rode you in the car a moment ago.
Rei’s the Nostradamus of IVE when it comes to their plaything.
“Wonyoung will be mad,” Rei states a fact.
“I know— HHNNGG~ W-what are you doing!?” You immediately looked around. Thankfully, there was no one except you and Rei.
Rei just cupped your dick through your pants, she fondled it, and your boner raged in an instant.
“Helping you, Wonyoung always thought she was the prettiest. It’s better to enter the dressing room with your dick hard. It will give her a great impression.” Rei’s surprisingly calm when explaining it.
“H-hard… I’m hard enough.” You hold Rei’s wrist, a few more gropes, and you’ll end up cumming again.
“Hmm, should I just put it in my ass?” Rei crossed her arms, thinking.
No way, you need to go to Wonyoung.
“I-I need to go to Wony, remember, schedule.” You hurriedly walked away from Rei while she was still thinking.
“No, put it in— AHH!” She attempted to stop you, but you suddenly cupped her crotch.
Her knees instantly gave up. You’ve been in bed with her a couple of times already, and you knew what part of her weakens her.
“Cheating!” She shouts, her voice fainting as you walk your way to Wonyoung’s dressing room.
After another minute of walking, you’re finally in front of the room.
“Hooo, better end it quickly.” You finally made up your mind.
You took a deep breath before coming in.
“...”
The room is quiet, and there she is, sitting in front of the mirror, eyes on her phone.
“Won–”
“OPPA!” She instantly looked around and plunged herself into you for a hug,
“Sorry, I just had to kgh—” Your mouth stopped.
She immediately choked your throat with her slender fingers, both hands.
“Where did you go?” She asked you flatly; she’s towering over you as well, just like Yujin.
“Kghhh– r-r-rest room–” You answered, looking up to her. She’s gripping your neck, enough to let you suffer, and keeps you alive.
“Too long for a restroom, open your mouth.” She ordered you.
You did as she told, opening your jaw slowly as the constrictions on your neck lightly loosened.
“Liar.” She said,
Then she spits into your mouth. A sharp bullet of spit landed on your tongue.
You can’t call it disgusting. Her beautiful face makes it more like a blessing, but spit is a spit.
“Sooowwy.” You apologize. Her spit slowly slides into your throat.
“You looked… drained. Who is it? Gaeul? Leeseo? Liz? Who dares to use my microphone before me!?” She missed the person who did it to you.
“Its—”
The moment you answered, she spat again. Her timing’s late, her spit landed the moment you closed your mouth. It landed through your lips.
“Tch. Missed. Lick it.” She told you.
“Hmmm!” You don’t want to. You shook your head, eye wide open at how absurd she wants you to do.
“Lick it.” She repeats it. You don’t want her to say it three times.
You licked it. Your tongue sweeps her bubbly spit around your lips. You’ve got a better taste of her saliva this time; it tastes like cherry. She must have taken candy while waiting for you.
“Who is it?” She’s dead serious about finding out who played with her toy.
“Yujin…” You answered her truthfully.
“That girl, everyone doesn’t respect the schedule!” She scoffed.
“Stick your tongue out.” She added.
Without hesitation, you followed her. There’s no point of contemplating whether to obey her or not. She had control over you.
“Hmm~” She stuck her tongue as well and intertwined with mine, slithering with each other like an oiled rope.
“I’m no longer interested in a used mic. Did someone ever claim your mouth?” She momentarily pulled back.
“N-N-No one… I guess?” You’ve kissed all IVE members, but no one ever claimed your mouth as theirs.
“Then your mouth is mine from now on. Your lips, your tongue, and your spit. In exchange, my lips are yours, my tongue and my spit.” Wonyoung has decided to make it mutual.
Do you have a choice? None.
She kissed you right away after you nodded, a confirmation for her to eat you. Her lips are soft, enough justification for how glossy it looks like when on camera. Her tongue interlocked with yours, and your fluids swapped.
Bit by bit, you matched their hunger. You cupped her ass, always felt a little fuller than usual. She loves showing it, a couple of months ago, her smooth, peachy, cute ass.
“Hnng~ do you want to put it in?” She purred through the kiss.
“Where?”
“In my ass.” She released your neck and put her hands through the wall.
You circled your way behind her, and she stuck her ass out.
“Wonyoung, but this is your stage outfit.” You hesitated since she’s already on her shooting fit; any moment from now, they might call her.
“It’s easy as one, two, three.” She slowly counts.
One, she unbuckled her buttons. Two, she pulled her shorts down. Three, her underwear.
There it is, the holy grail. Peachy ass from the cherry girl.
“Wonyoung-ah…” Your dick twitched.
“Put it in, oppa… hurry.” She used her left hand to spread her cheeks. Her pink puckered hole looks very inviting.
You lined it up on her ass. The head kissed her entrance; it slowly opened up, welcoming the intruder with its warm greeting.
“AHHH~ Oppa~ Yes~” Wonyoung placed both of her hands on the wall, her nails scraping through the paint.
You’re both struggling on every inch of penetration. Bit by bit, her ass wall stretches and adapts to your length.
“Yes~ hmm~” She pushed her ass towards you, hurriedly putting it in.
“W-W-WONYOUNG! AHHH~” You let out a moan.
It’s finally in, your dick fully nestled in the depths of her anus. She let out a loud moan as well, hoping no one heard it.
“AHH~”
“HMNNG!”
You started to thrust slowly, eventually increasing the speed. You just noticed that you’re fucking her ass without any lubrication, it cause some resistance, especially the friction made by your rubbing skin.
But, does it matter? What matters is you’re fucking Wonyoung in the ass.
“AHH!” Wonyoung’s moan is telling you she’s enjoying it.
“Wonyoung-ah… I’m close.” You told her, while grunting in between your thrusts.
Her ass rippled with every impact of your hips. Loud slaps echoed through the dressing room.
“Inside, I want to feel your cum inside my a-a-ahngg-ass while performing~.”
You heard her crystal clear.
Cum inside Wonyoung’s ass, that’s her order.
“C-Cumming!” For one final thrust, your hips closed the gap. Her smooth butt pressed against your hips.
You came inside her ass just like what she told you to. Burst after burst, think gooey cum flood her anus. She wants to perform with it, as your manager, you’re obliged to grant what she wants.
After a few more eruptions, your dick stopped spitting cum.
You slowly pull it out.
Floods of thick cum instantly sipped out of her asshole. Her puckered hole is still slightly agape in memory of your hard rod.
“Oppa… that’s so hot.” Wonyoung fell on her knees. She’s flushed red.
Both of you hurriedly cleaned and tidied up, while fixing both of your clothes, she asked you.
“Oppa, what’s the schedule?”
“Uhh, music bank tomorrow, then radio show the next day.” You answered right away, closing your zipper and buttoning up your pants.
“Not that, your schedule to us.” Wonyoung crossed her arm.
She went back to her bratty side in no time, as if you didn’t cum in her ass a while ago.
“Ah, that… uhh, I’ll eat Liz’s pussy later, then I’ll pound Rei’s ass as well. Then tomorrow I’ll wreck Yujin’s pussy, and Gaeul requested to fuck her face next time.” You told her the plaything schedule.
Today’s her day, so she had to wait for another three to four days for her next turn.
“Tch. WHY DO I HAVE TO WAIT THAT LONG!?” She’s annoyed.
Well, all of them had the same reaction whenever they found out that they had to wait a few more days to satisfy their needs.
Then, Wonyoung, be ready. The shoot may start anytime.”
“Yes, Oppa, your semen inside me boosts me up~” She cheerfully responds.
It’s a weird thing to say, but it feels good, really good.
The moment you opened the door. The girls are there; they looked concerned about something.
“Is it done?” Gaeul asked.
“Y-yes.” You responded.
Then a staff member approached you and IVE. You’ve got a feeling about it, since the staff immediately bowed their heads.
“I’m sorry, the tweaking’s not done yet. Could you wait for another hour?” She told me very bad news.
“I, uhh—”
“YES!” The girls instantly answered in unison.
“We’ll wait inside the dressing room,” Liz assured the staff that they’re fine with the delay.
But, you’re not.
Another delay means another play for them.
“Miss— HMP! HMMM! HMMMFF!” Yujin instantly muffled your mouth.
Together with Gaeul and Liz, they dragged you inside the room.
Rei and Leeseo closed the door for you, and the lock sounds audible for some reason.
They sealed you inside the dressing room; your fate had been decided.
“Move… move… pant pant.” You’re running for your life.
You’ve been slipping through the tight alleys, shoes stomping over puddles of mud. You’re trying to conceal your presence as much as you can, just to buy a cup of noodles from a secret shop run by an old man.
“I SWEAR I SAW A MAN!”
“SEARCH THE AREA!”
“CATCH HIM NO MATTER WHAT!”
“These girls are such an ass pain!” You took a peek and saw a horde of women holding leashes and dildo swords roaming on the road, searching for a man, that’s you.
The world you’re living are much different from five years ago. A fatal virus have spreaded across the globe, targeting only men. Luckily, you’re one of the few men who were born with immunity.
The virus was called the Mandemic.
And now, women are desperate for partners; they’ll do anything they can to have one, to taste one, and to get one. Birthrate also fell tremendously; coincidentally, the men-to-women ratio is 1:100 for the newborn.
Some of those didn’t last long, since the Mandemic still exists.
In conclusion, men are like white crows in a flock. If someone spots one, the entire neighborhood loses its mind.
“Pant… pant… I should just hide and stick to plants.” You step back.
You shouldn’t have left your safe house in the first place; it’s too dangerous. Why the hell did you crave a cup of noodles!?
You ran, and ran, avoiding any possible interaction you could.
“Pant… pant… shit, my bladder's full, where can I piss— there,” Nature called you, your dam’s full, and you got to open the gates.
You found a bin nearby, yes, it’s disgusting and immoral, but it’s for your survival. You can’t just knock on a door or enter a public restroom for a piss.
Especially the male restroom… they’re guarded.
“....”
“....”
“You there! What are you doing there?” A woman called you.
“Oh fuck!” You quickly pulled your zipper up and hid your elephant trunk. Thankfully, you had your hoodie on.
You wanted to run, but she’ll definitely scream the moment you do it,
“Uhhh, I’m looking for a man! He’s not in the trash bin.” You answered her with the girliest tone you had. You sound like the long-gone Kevin Hart, a mosquito.
“Really? We’ve been looking for him. Tell me if you find him.” You heard her footsteps walk away.
“Yes, sure, I’ll find that disgusting man.” You respond.
“...”
The foot stops.
“Fuck, did she stop? Why!? Go away already!” You still can’t run; you can feel her eyes behind you.
“Wait.”
Your heart beats fast.
She walked back instead of leaving.
“Y-y-yes?” You lightly looked behind you. In your peripheral vision, you saw a pair of black boots with inch heels. That’s a very familiar thing, a uniform——
“SHE’S A MAN-TER!??? FUCK!” Upon realization, she’s a Man-ter, or what they call the Man-Hunter.
But, for men, they’re the Man-Eater.
“Say it again.” She tapped the bin twice with a metal thing. It's definitely a metal dildo club.
“Yes? I said Yes?” You don’t know what she’s talking about.
“No, the other one, about that man.” Another tapped at the bin.
“Uhh… Disgusting—- WHOA!” Right at the moment she heard the word disgusting, she swung her club.
Luckily, you evaded it. Thanks to the glass window at your side, you can see her reflection even though it’s blurry.
“Fuck!” You came face-to-face with her. A couple of feet away.
“So, you’re the man.” She smirks.
You can’t run, you can’t hide, and more importantly, you can’t eat a cup of noodles anymore.
The woman in front of you is definitely a trained Man-ter.
“H-h-how did you know I’m a man!?” You asked her, stalling for some time to think on how to escape. “I-I-Is it my voice?” But you did your best to mimic one.
“No, it’s not your voice. It’s when you call a man disgusting.” She tapped the dildo club to the floor.
You thought they despised men? You heard they torture them.
“You know, we seek men, so we can’t call them disgusting. They are blessing, YOU! Are blessings. God gave me you, to breed us, to be my partner! To be my entertainment!” She plunged forward with a quick step.
She’s too fast; you barely dodge her club.
“Fuck!” So it’s your words that bring you to danger.
“Surrender!” She yelled at you.
She did not ask for help or even announce that she found a man. That’s the moment you knew, you’re fucked.
She can handle you alone; she can subdue you, alone.
“Run.”
You threw the bin nearby, then another bin, and slipped when she was distracted—the club swung, and it caught your side.
“ARGHH!” You slammed through the brick wall.
She parried all the bin with her dildo club… there’s no sweat, no signs of struggle, just a mocking grin all over her face.
"Men." She sighed as if she were dealing with a stubborn puppy.
She swings her dildo club.
Black out.
*****
Drop. Drop.
The sound of the water droplets wakes you up.
“Arghh… my head… my— dick!? W-w-where am I?” You wiggled and discovered that you’re tied up with a metal chain.
You’re naked, your dick is out in the open and glistening, and someone might have had a taste of it already while you’re unconscious.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
There she is, the Man-ter that caught you.
“W-w-where is this?” You looked around, and it looked like a secluded warehouse. This might be the place where they torture the men they catch.
“Before I answer that, why don’t you ask my name? The beautiful officer who subdued you and sucked your dick while you’re sleeping.” She’s proud of what she did.
“I knew it, someone really sucked my dick… okay, who are you?” You did not include the beautiful part, but now that you got a good look at her face, she’s actually beautiful.
Your dick twitched, embarrassing.
“I’m Arin, an ASSasinator, but I got a patrol duty nearby the area, and luckily, I found you~ and you’re here at the interrogation room at our Man-ter Dickheadquarters.” She licks her lips.
“I see…” So she’s an ASSasinator, no wonder you’re no match for her.
“If you only saw how the other officers drool at you when I brought you here! They’re hungry eyes… they’re endless hunger that is fueled by their lust! But… I haven’t tasted you yet that time! So, I sucked your dick, and you cum fountains straight to my throat— a man’s cum! What a blessing.”
You just listened to whatever she says; she’s also drooling!
“So, this is what they call psycho—”
“Psexchopath! I’m a psexchopath!” She insists.
“THERE’S NO EVEN PSEXCHOPATH IN THE DICTIONARY!” You shot back.
Five years ago, most women were modest, but today it’s quite different.
“There is, on our DICKTIONARY!” She laughed maniacally.
She’s hopeless.
“Shit.” You muttered, already thinking of ways to escape, but you’re tied up, and what’s worse is that you're in their dickheadquarters.
“...”
“What?” You observed and noticed that she suddenly behaved.
“Your dick, it’s hard. Harder when I suck it… AMAZING!!~” There are stars in her eyes.
“WHAT THE FUCK!? WHY WOULD I—” Your body’s betraying you.
Upon seeing her earlier, your body stiffened, and your dick hardened.
You can’t deny it, she had a killer body on par with that demonic, pretty face.
“...”
“Want me to suck it?” She licked her lips.
“No.” You respond flatly.
“Want me to fucking suck it?” Her eyes widened in anticipation.
“No, please, no.” You shook your head.
“Release?” She steps closer.
“Yes, release!” You thought she would show you mercy.
“Release your cum? Want me to suck it?” She took another step.
“Yes– huh? NO!” You shook your head violently; those metal chains tied you, clinking.
“Okay, I’ll suck—” She tied her hair.
Bam!
The door suddenly opened.
There were two women in uniform who entered. They’re… hell of a beauty as well.
“ASSassin Arin, please calm down and follow the protocol procedure,” the woman on the left said, smiling like the bright sunshine.
“We’re here to examine the man.” The woman on the right spoke. She had a body that’s banging.
Your dick twitched.
“GenerAnal Karina and Private First Ass Jiheon. What a surprise, please, be my guest.” Arin bowed and showed her respect.
“Private first ass— GenerAnal!?? What the fuck?” They’re crazy, even their rankings are crazily stupid.
“Manners.” Arin squeezed your cock,
“AAARGGGH!! YES! YES! PLEASE!” You begged, and she had her grip tight.
“Tch.” She let it go.
“It’s okay.” GenerAnal Karina leaned in.
You can see how big her tits were from the top; her deep cleavage gave another emphasis on how massive they are.
Your dick twitched once again.
“Ohhh, what a man, his dick’s the liveliest I’ve ever seen.” GenerAnal licked her lips.
“Are they dogs? Why do they keep licking and drooling?” You thought.
“What do you think, Private?” Karina gave a way for the other girl.
“Hmm, it looks like snickers, look at the veins~” Private First Ass Jiheon leaned this time. Her cute face is on par with the GenerAnal ballistics.
Your dick twitches, one more time.
“Omo~”
“Wow~”
“I know~~.”
Three of them shared a smile and enthusiastically slapped one another in joy.
“How fuck am I?” You muttered.
“Fuck? That’s for later, you’ll fuck each one of us until you can’t walk. Don’t worry, we’re the tightest of all tight~” Karina leaned in for a peck.
Damn, her lips were too soft for you.
“OMG! I KISSED HIM!” She hopped with happiness.
“Wait ‘til you taste his dick~” Arin teased Karina and Jiheon.
“OHHH~ EXCITING.” Jiheon blushed.
“...”
These girls are crazy, and you’re doomed.
“But, GenerAnal, surprisingly, you’re here. I thought the milking battalion was the busiest?” Arin asked Karina.
“What the hell is even a milking battalion?” Questions kept piling up in your brain.
“It’s fine, Admilkral Eunbi is there, she can handle the milk rations herself,” Karina answered while not taking her eyes off your dick.
“Why the fuck do they even need milk rations!? WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN HAPPENING!?” Another damn question that you need an answer to.
“Apparently, Admilkral Eunbi got some help from the platoon who had just come back from man-hunting,” Jiheon responds.
“Ohhh, so Vice Admilkral Magenta’s back.” Arin nods. “Then, we should share him with them, right!?” Arin added.
Among those absurd lines, the last one— you understand it very well.
“W-W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHARE!?” You yelled.
“As we said, you’ll fuck each of us until you can’t walk… each… one… of… us.” Karina kissed your dick.
“OMG! I KISSED HIS DICK!” She hopped with happiness again.
"What the fuck..." you whimpered in sorrow. All this... just for a cup of noodles.
“But, GenerAnal… something is bothering me… why did the Shin sisters at the milk battalion as well?” Jiheon asked Karina.
“I also had a suspicion, they definitely don’t belong there, apparently, their big sister power-trips them in,” Karina answered.
“Big sister… Johyun? I just heard that her real name is Shin Jeewon.” Jiheon nodded as if her curiosity had been answered.
“But still, those flats don’t belong to the milk battalion. They should be in Wall Defense!” Arin’s mad.
“Ohh, so those are flat— but why the fuck am I invested in their matters!? I should be thinking how to get away!” You got distracted for a moment.
“...”
“...”
“...”
The three just watched you as you shook your body, trying to slip your hand from the chains.
“W-what?” You got a bad feeling from the way they look at your… dick.
“WOW~ LOOK AT IT SWINGING!”
“LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT!”
“I WANT TO KISS IT AGAIN!”
“SHIT!” You stopped moving. They’re all psychopath— or whatever they call it in their dicktionary.
Ring. Ring.
In the middle of their enjoyment, the phone rang.
“Oh, GenerAnal Karina.” Jiheon handed Karina the phone.
“Hello, Lieuthighnant Yujin.” Karina took the phone.
“Now, what the fuck does even lieuthighnant mean!? Thick thighs!?” Questions piling up in your brain resumed.
“Private First Ass Jiheon, why didn’t you accept the promotion to become Lieuthighnant?” Arin asked Jiheon, tapping her shoulder to gain her attention from staring at my dick.
“Huh? Me? Ah, I just don’t want to. There are too many Lieuthightnant out there. There’s Kazuha, Tzuyu, Rei, Jisoo, and many more…” Jiheon looked at Arin briefly and went back to your dick.
“I see,” Arin responds and joins her, staring at your dick.
“...”
“...”
“Girls, I’ll leave for a moment.” Karina excuses herself.
“I’ll come with you.” Jiheon will go with Karina.
“I’ll have my way to him, goodbye GenerAnal.” Arin stroked your dick and kissed your thighs.
“Ahnng~ w-w-why don’t you leave as well?” Her tongue tickles you,
“I won’t, I’ll have my price for catching you… You’ll plant your seed into me first before everybody else.” She purred.
So the unconscious blowjob earlier wasn’t her price, yet.
“Shit, w-w-wait! GenerAnal Karina!” You called her before she left the room.
“Hmm, what is it? You can’t fuck me yet, even though I wanted it too, but Arin’s got to take you first.” Her lips curled up.
But that wasn’t what you wanted to tell her.
“N-no! Not that—”
“Me?” Jiheon butt in.
“No, not you too! I just uhhh, can I speak to your leader? The highest authority!” You hoped that their leader would spare you, or even convince her to take you instead of fucking all of them.
“Sorry, but Optimus Prime Ministits Winter’s not available for any audience until next week. I’ll put a schedule together the other week instead, then, goodbye.” The door closed.
“But… I’ll be dead next we—AHNNGHH~ D-d-don’t just put it inside your mouth all of a sudden!”
Arin sucked your dick the moment you’re alone with her.
“Hmm~ what a delicacy!” She bobbed her head.
“AHHHHNNG!” You can’t fight back; all you can do is moan and beg her to slow down,
The whole room is filled with your moans, together with her loud sucking. She kept humming as well, and her tongue worked its way from your base to the tip.
“Men’s popsicles are the best way to beat the heat within me~” She momentarily stopped sucking just to say that line.
“Haaa~ Arin~” You hate to admit it, but it felt so good.
“Hmm, wait, let me show you something you’ll enjoy.” She straightens up.
Her hands went everywhere they should to strip herself, pulling off her clothes one by one. Another cloth, another twitch.
You’re anticipating it for some reason, and that reason was her body.
“How is it? Perfect, right? This tight pussy… never been fucked by a real man like you, these tits also never been sucked by a man, and my womb… no semen had ever swam.” Her hand roams everywhere she mentioned.
“Fuck…” You’re on the verge of defeat. Half of you wanted to tell her that she can use you anytime she wants.
“So….” She loosened the chains enough for your foot to touch the floor.
You’re eye level with her.
“What color is this?” She cupped her breast.
“White…” Its snowy skin is enough to hypnotise you.
“And this…?” She squeezed both of her tits with her hands; her perky nipples stood out.
“Pink…” There are lots of colors in the world, but there are two vivid colors in front of you.
“Right… never been sucked.” She purred, then she leaned in.
“Do you want to suck it?” The moment you heard Arin ask it, you gave up.
“Yes.” You opened your mouth, waiting for the food to come.
“...”
“AAHHHHNNGG!” She lets out a high-pitched moan.
You suck her tits like a suction cup. Her perky buds danced with your tongue, and her smooth, snowy tits were swallowed by your mouth. Her skin is so smooth, it slides into your lips like butter.
“Yes! Suck it! Make me yours!” Arin grabbed the back of your head and pressed it deeper into her.
“HMMPPP~ HMPP!” You kept sucking from left to right. Sucking as if your life depends on it, well— it does.
“Yes! AHHHNG!”
“P-P-PUT IT IN!”
She kept moaning. You don’t know what you should put and where.
“HAAA~ YAH!” She pulled your head away from her tits.
“Hwah?” Your mouth won’t close; you still want more of her tits.
“I know… it tastes good, but I want this inside me. Right. Now.” She stroked your dick, pumping it in a spiral motion.
“Beg. Beg me to put it in.” She purred, just a second ago, she was the one who wanted it badly, and now she’s begging you as if you’re the one who wanted it.
“Haaa.” Her handjob were too good. It’s like a work of God.
“Beg.”
“P-please… Arin… put my dick inside of your tight pussy.” You gave up, you also want it.
“Very well… AAARRGHGH!” She groaned, your dick head pushed in.
Her wet folds are enough lubrication for you, and her spit around your shaft added some ease as well.
“AHHGH! GOD! MEN! I LOVE MEN!” She pushed her hips into you.
Bit by bit, her pussy swallowed your dick, abducting it in the depths of her tight womanhood.
“AHHHH!”
“AHH MORE!”
“AHHHHHH!”
“SHIT!” Her last words after your dick is finally inside her. All of it.
“You're the missing key… haa~, and my pussy’s the lock. We are one… HMMM~” She kissed you, and she starts moving.
Fucking herself to her content using you.
“Arin.. Arin!” You called her name; her angelic face was still mere inches from you after that kiss.
“Yes… I’m yours… and you’re mine.” She cupped your cheeks while she was still thrusting your dick into her pussy.
She looked so dreamy.
She’s a fantasy.
And you’re—- you’re cumming.
“AHHH! ARIN! I’m close!” You closed your eyes, but she opened them.
“Inside! And look at me while you do it! Look at the girl you’re coming with and realize how lucky you are to cum inside me, Arin!” Her statement is telling you that this won’t definitely be the last.
“AHHH!”
“ANGHHH!”
There it goes, your dick spraying cum straight to her womb. Filling her up nicely and flooding her until she doubled her weight.
“Ahhh, there~ hmm~ so warm~” She plants small kisses on your neck.
After several twitches and cum spitting, she stepped back, letting your softened dick plug out of her filled pussy.
“Oh shit, what a waste.” She grinned after seeing lots of cum spilling out of her pussy, creating a puddle of white gooey fluids on the floor.
“Pant… pant…”
“You look exhausted already. Don’t worry, you had enough time to rest,” What Arin said gives you a little relief.
Knock. Knock.
“Who is it!?”
It’s definitely not GenerAnal Karina and Private First Ass Jiheon since it knocked, those two just simply whack their way in.
“It’s me, Lieuthighnant Jisun.”
The end.
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