The security breach at the Mnet recording studio had been minor — a sasaeng who'd slipped past the first cordon, made it as far as the green room hallway before security tackled him — but management wasn't taking chances. Not with NewJeans. Not when every comeback meant another tier of fame, another layer of threat.
That's where Y/N came in.
He stood six-foot-four with shoulders that filled doorframes and hands that could wrap around a basketball with fingers to spare. The suit was custom, black, cut to accommodate the thickness of his chest, the width of his back. His skin was deep brown, close-shaved head, a jaw that looked carved from something harder than bone. When he walked into a room, conversations didn't stop — they hushed. People felt him before they saw him.
The girls had been briefed: Y/N, former special operations, private security contractor, nine years of experience. He'd be on the overnight rotation, dormitory security, 10 PM to 6 AM. His presence was non-negotiable.
He took his position in the living room of the dorm — a sprawling seventh-floor apartment in Gangnam with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Han River. The rest of the security detail worked rotations outside, but he was the static presence. The last line.
Hanni and Haerin had gone to bed by eleven. Danielle and Hyein followed by midnight, leaving only the glow of the city through the glass and the occasional creak of the building settling.
And Minji.
She came out of her bedroom at 1:47 AM wearing silk pajamas — a pale lavender camisole and shorts that rode high on her thighs. Her hair was down, dark and straight, falling past her shoulders. She was twenty-two, the leader of the biggest girl group in Asia, and she moved like she knew exactly what every line of her body did to a room.
"You're still here," she said, padding barefoot into the kitchen. Her voice was soft, casual, like she'd just noticed him. She let out a small sigh as she opened the refrigerator, the sound deliberate, theatrical.
"I'm always here," Y/N said from his position by the window. His voice was low, a bass rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floor. "That's the point."
She opened the refrigerator, bent over to look inside. The shorts rode up. The curve of her ass pressed against the silk, and she took her time straightening, a bottle of water in her hand. She twisted the cap off slowly, let the cold plastic touch her lips.
"I couldn't sleep," she said, twisting the cap. "Too much energy."
"Then you should rest."
"I don't want to rest." She walked toward him, stopping a few feet away. Close enough that he could smell her — coconut and shea butter, clean skin, something floral underneath. "What do you do all night, just stand here?"
"Watch."
"Watch what?"
He turned his head, looked down at her. His eyes were dark, unreadable. "Everything."
Minji felt something curl in her stomach. A heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the apartment. Her boyfriend of two years — a producer at ADOR, soft-handed and careful, always asking permission — hadn't looked at her like that in months. Hadn't looked at her like she was something to be taken.
"What do you see?" she asked, her voice thinner than she wanted.
Y/N didn't answer. He just watched her, his gaze traveling from her eyes to her mouth to the line of her throat, slow and deliberate. She felt it like a touch.
"You should go back to bed," he said finally.
"Or what?"
A pause. His jaw tightened.
"Or nothing. I'm not here to tell you what to do. I'm here to keep you safe."
Minji wet her lips. "And what if I don't want to be safe?"
The words hung between them. She saw something flicker in those dark eyes — interest, hunger, control held in check.
"Go to bed, Minji."
It was the first time he'd said her name. Just her name, no honorific, no formality. Like she was anyone. Like she was his.
She went.
But she didn't sleep. She lay in her bed, thighs pressed together, thinking about the way his voice dropped when he said her name. Thinking about those hands. Thinking about what they could do. She pressed her palm between her legs and sighed into the darkness, imagining those thick fingers instead of her own.
A week passed. Minji found excuses.
Late-night water runs. Forgotten phone chargers. A glass of wine she nursed for an hour while sitting on the living room couch, wearing less and less each night. She'd sigh loudly when she stretched, let the sounds carry across the room.
He never approached. Never initiated. But his eyes tracked her — she felt them like a brand. When she bent to pick up a dropped earring, when she stretched in the kitchen with her arms above her head, when she crossed and uncrossed her legs on the couch, the silk of her shorts doing nothing to hide the shape of her thighs.
He was a statue. Patient. Waiting.
On the eighth night, she came out wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. No shorts. No bra. The shirt fell to mid-thigh, and the nipples of her medium breasts pressed against the thin cotton. She'd put on lip gloss and a touch of perfume. She'd brushed her hair until it shone.
She walked straight to him.
"I want to know," she said, stopping inches away. Close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. "What you think about. When you watch me."
Y/N looked down at her. His hands were clasped behind his back — military posture, controlled. "You don't want to know that."
"Yes, I do."
"It's not appropriate."
"I don't care about appropriate." Her voice cracked. "I have a boyfriend who touches me like I'm made of glass. Who asks if it's okay before he kisses me. Who finishes in thirty seconds and rolls over and goes to sleep." She was shaking now, the words spilling out. "I don't want gentle. I want—"
She stopped. Couldn't say it.
"What do you want, Minji?"
"Someone to take what they want from me."
The silence stretched. She could hear her own heartbeat. She heard his breathing — slow, controlled, measured.
Then Y/N moved.
His hand came up, caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger. His grip was iron. He tilted her face up, made her look at him.
"You don't know what you're asking for."
"Then show me."
He studied her for a long moment. His thumb traced across her lower lip, pressing just enough to part her mouth.
"If we do this," he said, his voice a low growl, "we do it my way. You don't tell anyone. You don't say no. And when I'm done with you, you crawl back to that boyfriend and pretend nothing happened. You understand?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I understand."
"Good girl."
The praise hit her like a shock. Her knees went weak. A soft sigh escaped her lips — the sound of surrender.
He released her chin, stepped back. "Your room. Now. Lock the door behind us."
She led him down the hall, heart hammering. Her bedroom was dark, lit only by the city glow through the curtains. She heard the door click shut, heard the lock turn.
Then she heard his belt unbuckle. The sound of metal sliding through leather. She sucked in a breath.
"Turn around."
She faced him. He stood between her and the door, a shadow against the dim light. His jacket was off. The white dress shirt stretched across his chest, the top two buttons undone. His forearms were thick, veins visible.
"Take off the shirt."
Her fingers fumbled at the hem. She pulled it over her head, stood naked in front of him.
He looked at her. Took his time. His eyes moved from her breasts — medium, full, nipples hard — down the flat plane of her stomach to the dark patch between her thighs.
"On your knees."
She dropped.
The hardwood was cold against her knees. She looked up at him, waiting. Her breath came in shallow pants.
He unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down. His boxer briefs strained against the length of him — a thick, heavy bulge that made her mouth go dry. She could see the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric, the sheer size of it making her thighs clench.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his briefs down.
His cock sprang free, and she gasped.
It was massive. Twenty centimeters, dark as the rest of him, thick as her wrist. The head was broad and flared, already slick with precum that glistened in the dim light. A thick vein ran along the underside, pulsing. It stood heavy and hard, pointing toward her face like a weapon, like a threat.
"Haaah..." The sigh escaped her before she could stop it. A sound of pure awe.
"You like what you see?"
"Yes," she whispered. "God, yes."
"Open your mouth."
She did. Her jaw dropped, her tongue extended slightly, waiting.
He stepped closer, took himself in his hand, and slapped his cock against her cheek.
The impact was sharp, wet. The thick shaft connected with her skin, leaving a trail of precum across her cheekbone. She moaned.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it? A man who treats you like a hole."
He slapped her other cheek with it, the sound cracking through the quiet room. Her head turned with the impact. She moaned again, louder this time.
"Say it."
"Yes," she breathed.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good fucking girl."
He drew his arm back and slapped her face with his cock again — harder this time, the thick shaft landing across her lips and nose. The impact stung, and she felt her eyes water, but between her legs, her pussy clenched around nothing.
"Look at you," he said, his voice a low growl. "Getting wet from getting your face slapped with a cock."
He did it again. And again. Each slap landed across her cheeks, her lips, her chin. He used the full length of his shaft, from the thick base to the flared head, smearing precum across her face until her skin glistened.
"You love this, don't you?"
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, sir, I love it."
"Tell me what you love."
"Your cock. Slapping my face with your cock. Making me your — your whore."
"Whose whore?"
"Yours. Y/N's whore."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. Her face was tilted up toward the ceiling, her throat exposed. Her cheeks were wet with tears and precum.
"Open wider."
She dropped her jaw as far as it would go. He guided the head of his cock to her lips, pushed past them. The taste hit her tongue — salt and musk, male, overwhelming. He didn't wait for her to adjust. He thrust forward, filling her mouth in one smooth motion.
She gagged. Her hands flew up to his thighs, but she didn't push. She held on, fingers digging into the muscle as his cock slid deeper, stretching her throat, cutting off her air.
"That's it," he grunted. "Take it. Take all of it."
He pulled back, let her breathe for half a second, then thrust again, deeper this time. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she felt her eyes water, drool spilling from the corners of her stretched lips.
"Look at you. Minji the idol, drooling on her knees for a cock. What would your fans think?"
She couldn't answer. Couldn't do anything but take it, her throat convulsing around his length as he fucked her face in steady, brutal strokes. The drool ran down her chin, dripped onto her breasts. The sounds she made — guttural, animal, wet — filled the room.
"Your boyfriend ever fuck your throat like this?" He pulled out, let her gasp for air. His cock was slick with her saliva, glistening in the dim light. "Answer me."
"No," she choked, coughing. "He never—"
"No. He doesn't know what to do with a woman like you." He grabbed her hair, twisted his fist in the dark strands, and yanked her head back. "You need a real man. A man who isn't afraid to hurt you."
"Yes," she whimpered. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck my throat."
He didn't give her time to prepare. He grabbed the base of his cock and shoved it back into her mouth, but this time he kept going — past her throat, past the point where she'd ever taken anything before. The sheer size of him stretched her esophagus wide, the thick shaft forcing its way deeper than she thought possible. Her eyes flew open, tears spilling down her cheeks before she even understood she was crying.
"Take it," he growled, his voice a low rumble above her. "Take every fucking inch."
She tried. Her throat rebelled against the intrusion, convulsing around the massive length buried inside her. His cock was too thick, too long, and her throat wasn't built for something this size. She gagged violently, her hands flying up to his thighs, nails digging into his skin as her body fought to reject him. But he held her there, one hand fisted in her hair, keeping her locked in place. The tears came faster now, streaming down her face, mixing with the drool that poured from the corners of her stretched lips. "Haaaah... nngh... please..." The sounds were barely human, muffled by the flesh filling her throat.
"You're crying," he said, and there was dark satisfaction in his voice. "Crying because my cock is too big for your little throat. Look at you — Minji, the perfect idol, crying on her knees because she can't handle a real man's size." She nodded frantically, tears and saliva coating her chin, her nose pressed against his pelvis. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. All she could do was feel — the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness of having his entire twenty-centimeter length buried in her throat. "But you're going to take it anyway, aren't you?" Another desperate nod. More tears. "That's my girl."
He held her there for fifteen more seconds, letting her struggle, letting her cry, letting her feel every pulsing millimeter of his cock in her throat. Her lungs burned. Her vision blurred. And still he kept her there, buried to the hilt, until she was completely broken. Then he pulled out slowly, letting her feel every ridge, every vein on the way out. She collapsed forward, gasping, coughing, tears and drool and snot covering her face. Her throat burned. Her jaw ached. And between her legs, her pussy was soaking. He grabbed her chin, forced her to look up at him. "Good girl. You took all of it. I knew you could."
He shoved his cock back into her mouth, deeper than before. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, his balls against her chin. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Her throat stretched around him, and she heard herself making sounds she'd never made before — desperate, pleading sounds — as he held her there, buried to the hilt.
He stayed. Let her struggle. Let her lungs burn. Her hands beat weakly against his thighs.
Then he pulled out, and she collapsed forward, coughing, gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
"On the bed. Face down."
She crawled to the bed, climbed on, settled on her stomach. She heard him moving behind her, felt the mattress dip with his weight. His hands found her hips, pulled her up onto her knees. Her ass was in the air, her pussy exposed, dripping.
"Pretty pussy," he muttered. He ran a finger through her folds, and she bucked at the contact. She was soaking — her slick coated his finger, glistened in the dim light. "So wet for me. You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"
"All week," she admitted. "Every night. I couldn't — I kept thinking about you. About your hands. About—"
"About my cock."
"Yes. Fuck, yes."
"All week." He pushed two fingers into her without warning, and she cried out, her back arching. "Should have taken you the first night. Bent you over that counter and filled you up."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, please, I need—"
"Need what?"
"Your cock. Please, sir, I need your cock inside me."
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock. He didn't push in. He just pressed, the broad head stretching her entrance, teasing her. She could feel how wide he was, how much he was going to stretch her.
"Beg."
"Please. Please, sir, fuck me. I need your cock inside my pussy. I need you to fill me up. I need—"
He thrust forward in one brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt.
She screamed.
The stretch was incredible — a burning fullness that pushed at the walls of her pussy, spreading her wider than she'd ever been. She felt him in her stomach, an impossible pressure that made her gasp and moan and claw at the sheets. Her eyes rolled back.
"Fuck," he growled. "Tight little thing. Squeezing me already."
"Haaaah... fuck... oh fuck..." The sighs poured out of her, breathy and broken.
He didn't give her time to adjust. He started moving, long deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust pushed her forward on the bed, her breasts swinging, her moans turning into wordless cries.
He reached under her, grabbed her throat, and pulled her up against his chest. The change in angle made his cock reach deeper, and she felt the head press against something inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.
"That's your spot, isn't it?" He tightened his grip on her throat, cutting off her air. "Right there."
She couldn't answer. Couldn't breathe. She just nodded frantically as he fucked into that spot over and over, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound wet and obscene.
He released her throat, shoved her back down onto the bed. His hand came down on her ass — a hard, open-palmed slap that echoed through the room. The sting radiated through her flesh, and she moaned into the pillow.
"Count."
"One."
Slap. Her ass cheek jiggled from the impact.
"Two."
Slap.
"Three."
He spanked her rhythmically, alternating cheeks, the impacts landing sharp and precise. Her ass burned. Her pussy clenched around him. She was counting through moans, losing track, starting over.
"Please," she begged. "Harder."
He obliged. His hand came down harder, faster, turning her ass crimson. She was crying now, tears streaming down her face, but she'd never felt more alive. Each slap sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit.
"Such a dirty slut," he said, his voice a growl against her ear. "Getting off on being treated like garbage."
"Yes," she sobbed. "I'm your dirty slut. I'm your—your whore. Please don't stop."
He grabbed her hips and fucked her harder, his pace punishing. The bedframe slammed against the wall. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her screams, but she could still hear the sounds — the wet slap of his cock driving into her, his grunts, her own desperate pleas.
"I'm going to fill this pussy," he said. "I'm going to pump you so full of my cum it drips out of you for a week."
"Please. Please, I want it."
"Too bad." He pulled out abruptly, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness. "Turn over."
She rolled onto her back. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was swollen, glistening, the lips parted and pink from the abuse. Her slick ran down her thighs.
He climbed over her, positioned himself between her thighs, and drove back in.
This angle was different — deeper, more intense. He leaned forward, his weight pressing her into the mattress, and wrapped his hand around her throat.
"Look at me."
She met his eyes. The dark expanse of him filled her vision — broad shoulders blocking the light, sweat glistening on his skin. She could feel his heartbeat through his palm on her neck.
"You're mine," he said. "When I want you, you come. When I tell you to open, you open. When I tell you to cum—"
He thrust hard, grinding against her clit.
"—you cum."
"Yes," she breathed.
His hand moved from her throat to her stomach. He pressed down, his palm flat against her lower belly.
"Feel that?"
She did. She felt the hard ridge of his cock through the wall of her stomach, a visible bulge that moved with each thrust. The sight of it — the proof of how deep he was inside her — made her moan. Her hand flew down to touch it, to feel the shape of him through her own skin.
"That's me. Right there. You feel how deep I am?"
"Yes. Yes, I feel you."
"Good." He pressed harder, pushing against his own cock through her body. "I want you to remember this. Remember what it feels like to have a real man inside you."
"Fuck... haaaaaah..." The sigh was long and ragged. "I'll never forget. Never."
He fucked her slowly now, each thrust deliberate, grinding against her cervix. The bulge in her stomach moved with him, and she watched it, transfixed, her hands gripping his forearms. She could see the outline of his cock sliding in and out of her body, a constant visible reminder of how completely he owned her.
"Touch yourself."
Her hand moved between her legs. Her clit was swollen, sensitive, and the moment her fingers made contact, she gasped. She circled it frantically, already so close.
"Cum for me."
She didn't need to be told twice. The orgasm crashed through her, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him in waves. She cried out his name, the sound torn from her throat. He kept fucking her through it, driving deeper, harder, chasing his own release.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth," he said. "Open."
He pulled out, his cock slick and glistening with her juices. He moved up her body, straddled her chest, and pressed the head against her lips. She tasted herself on him — her slick, her cum, the salt of his skin.
"Open wide."
She parted her lips. He pushed past them, and she tasted everything. He thrust into her mouth, fucking her face as his hips jerked, his breathing ragged.
"Cum for me, sir," she said as best she could around his cock.
He groaned, a deep animal sound, and she felt his release hit the back of her throat — thick and hot, pulsing in waves. She swallowed, took every drop, her tongue working his shaft as he emptied himself into her mouth. His cum coated her throat, and she swallowed again and again.
When he pulled out, she kept her mouth open, showing him she'd swallowed it all. A string of cum connected her lower lip to the head of his cock.
"Good girl."
She smiled, drowsy and content. He moved off the bed, found her discarded shirt, and tossed it at her.
Over the next three weeks, Minji learned what it meant to belong to someone.
They met every night. Sometimes in her room. Sometimes in the storage closet off the practice studio. Once, in the back of his blacked-out SUV, parked in an underground lot while cameras swept the floors above.
He taught her things she'd never known about her own body. How much she could take. How much she could beg for.
She learned to kneel without being told. To keep her eyes down unless he commanded otherwise. To present herself — spread, exposed, ready — the moment he walked through the door.
He tied her wrists to the headboard with silk scarves. Bound her ankles to the footboard, spread so wide her hips ached. Blindfolded her with a strip of black satin, leaving her in darkness, vulnerable, every nerve alive and waiting.
"You don't know what I'm going to do," he said, his voice coming from somewhere to her left. "You don't know if I'm going to fuck you or hurt you or leave you here."
"Please," she said, her voice small. She could hear her own heartbeat in the darkness.
"Please what?"
"Please do something. Anything. I can't — I hate not knowing."
"I am. I'm making you wait."
She heard his footsteps circle the bed. The creak of the floorboards told her where he was. She felt the breeze when he moved past. Smelled his skin — cedar and musk and something darker. Her breath came faster.
When he finally touched her, her whole body jerked. His hand on her thigh, callused and warm, sliding up to her hip. She gasped.
"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"Thinking about my cock."
"Yes."
"Thinking about me filling your throat. Your pussy. Making you cum until you can't move."
"God, yes."
His hand cupped her pussy, his fingers sliding through her slick folds. "You're soaked. Just from my voice."
"Because I know what you can do to me. Haaaaah... I know what you're going to—"
"You know what I'm going to do tonight?"
"No," she gasped.
"I'm going to make you forget your own name. I'm going to fuck you until the only word you remember is mine."
He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, his pants dropping. Then the head of his cock pressed against her lips, and she opened for him without being told.
"Good girl. You're learning."
He fucked her mouth while she was still blindfolded, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her pace. She couldn't see how much she was drooling, but she felt it — the wetness running down her chin, pooling in the hollow of her throat. She tasted herself on him, tasted the precum leaking from the head.
When he came, it was down her throat, and she swallowed every drop. Then he untied her, flipped her onto her stomach, and fucked her until she screamed his name into the pillow.
Those first weeks were a blur of pleasure and pain. He introduced her to things she'd only read about in dark corners of the internet. He made her say degrading things and found that they made her wetter. He spanked her until she couldn't sit comfortably during recording sessions, and she loved the secret ache.
One night, he didn't fuck her immediately. He laid her out on the bed, spread her legs wide, and knelt between them. The air was cool against her wet skin, her pussy already glistening from anticipation.
"I want to watch you fall apart from my fingers first," he said, his voice low. "Before I put my cock in you. I want to see what your pussy does when I touch it just right."
"Yes, sir," she breathed, her thighs trembling.
He pushed two thick fingers into her pussy without warning, curling them upward immediately, searching. She gasped as he found the rough patch on her front wall — a spot that made electricity shoot through her entire body. Her back arched off the bed.
"Right there," he said, his voice full of dark satisfaction. "I felt that. Your pussy just clenched around my fingers."
"Haaaah... yes... right there..."
He worked his fingers in and out, pressing hard against that spot with each stroke, his palm grinding against her clit. The sounds were wet and obscene — her slick coating his hand, dripping down his wrist. Her hips bucked against his fingers, chasing the pressure.
"Please," she gasped. "Please, sir, I'm — I'm close —"
"I know you are. I can feel you tightening."
He curled his fingers harder, pressing deep into her g-spot with relentless precision. His thumb pressed down on her clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. She felt the pressure building — that strange dam about to burst, different from a normal orgasm, deeper and more terrifying.
"Let go," he commanded. "Squirt for me, Minji. Show me what my fingers can do to you."
She screamed as the pressure released. A hot stream shot from her pussy, soaking his hand, his forearm, the sheets beneath her. Her body convulsed as wave after wave poured out of her — not cum, but something else, something clear and hot that kept coming. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, milking them, as the fluid sprayed across his skin.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, watching the fluid cascade down his wrist. "Look at you. My fingers made you squirt. These two fingers right here." He curled them again, pressing into her g-spot, and another wave shot out of her. She sobbed, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Haaaah... please... I can't —"
"You can. One more."
He pressed harder, faster, his fingers a blur inside her. Her third orgasm hit before she was ready, another gush of fluid soaking the bed, dripping down her ass, pooling beneath her hips. She collapsed, trembling, her pussy still clenching around nothing, her thighs soaked.
He pulled his slick fingers out slowly, letting her watch the strings of fluid connect his skin to hers. Then he brought them to her mouth.
"Taste yourself."
She opened her lips and sucked his fingers clean, tasting her own sweetness mixed with his skin, her eyes never leaving his.
"That's my girl," he said, stroking her hair. "Now I'm going to fuck that sensitive little pussy until you forget your own name."
"Stand against the wall," he said one night. "Arms up. Palms flat."
She obeyed. The plaster was cool against her naked breasts. She heard him moving behind her.
"You've been a good slut tonight."
"Thank you, sir."
"I think you deserve a reward."
He grabbed her hips, positioned himself, and slid into her from behind. She moaned, pressing her forehead against the wall.
"But first — repeat after me."
"Anything."
"I am Y/N's personal whore."
"I am Y/N's personal whore."
"I exist to serve his cock."
"I exist to serve his cock."
"My pussy belongs to him."
"My pussy belongs to him." She was crying now, but she meant every word.
"Good girl."
He fucked her against the wall until she came, her legs shaking, her palms sliding down the plaster.
Minji's boyfriend called every night around eleven.
This had been true before Y/N. It remained true after. The phone would ring, and she'd answer, and they'd talk about his day, his work, his frustrations with the new girl group he was producing. He never asked about hers. Never noticed the rasp in her voice, the way she kept her answers short. The way she'd sigh when he talked about himself for too long.
Tonight, Y/N was behind her before the call connected.
She was on her knees on the bed, facing the wall, her phone propped against a pillow. The screen glowed with her boyfriend's face — soft features, tired eyes, the same sweater he'd worn in every call for a month. Behind her, Y/N's hands gripped her hips, his cock pressed against her wet entrance, the head sliding through her slick folds.
"Hey, baby," Minji said, and her voice was steady. The trick was keeping it steady.
"Hey. You look tired."
She was. But not for the reasons he thought. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, teasing, not pushing in yet. Just letting her feel the threat of it, the promise.
"Long practice," she managed. "The new choreography is killing me."
"I told you, you work too hard. You should rest."
Behind her, Y/N pushed in — just the head. She bit her lip, hard enough to taste blood. His cock stretched her slowly, inch by inch, and she had to concentrate on keeping her face neutral, her voice even.
"It's just — haaaah —" The sigh escaped before she could stop it. She covered quickly. "Just exhausting. The practices go so late."
"Are you okay? You sound out of breath."
"Fine. Just tired. Haaaaah..." Another sigh. She couldn't help it. Y/N was pushing deeper now, his thickness spreading her walls apart, and every inch made her want to moan.
"You keep sighing," her boyfriend said, his brow furrowing. "Are you sure nothing's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Her voice pitched higher as Y/N buried himself to the hilt. She gripped the sheets, her knuckles white. "Just — haaaah — relaxing. Finally sitting down."
"Your mom asked about you," he said, thankfully changing the subject. "She wants to know if you're coming to the family dinner next week."
"Tell her... tell her I'll try." Y/N pulled back slightly, then forward, a slow deep stroke that pushed the air from her lungs. "I have — haaaah — schedules. I don't know if I can."
"Again? You missed the last three."
"I know. I'm — haaaah — sorry. I'll try harder."
Y/N started moving in earnest, his thrusts slow and deep, designed to push the air from her lungs without letting her cry out. Her mouth opened in a silent moan. She forced her eyes to stay on the screen, to keep her face neutral.
"Why do you keep sighing like that?" her boyfriend asked, his eyes narrowing. "You sound... I don't know. Distracted."
"Just — haaaah — tired, baby. Really tired. The practices are — ah — intense."
"It sounds like more than tired."
Y/N fucked harder, his hips slapping against her ass with wet, muffled impacts. The sound was obscene, and she knew — she knew — he could hear it through the phone if he was listening closely. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple.
"I'm fine," she said, and it came out as a gasp. "Just — haaaah — really hot in here. The AC is broken."
"You said that last time. Maybe you should see a doctor."
"Maybe. Haaaaah..."
The rhythm was punishing now. Y/N's cock drove into her g-spot with every thrust, and she felt her face starting to contort. Her eyes wanted to roll back. Her tongue wanted to loll out. The ahegao was coming, and she couldn't stop it.
"Minji? Your face looks weird. Are you okay?"
"Fine!" The word came out too sharp, too fast. She forced a smile, but her pupils were disappearing, rolling up into her skull. "Just — haaaah — stretching. You know how — haaaah — stiff I get after practice."
"I guess. You sure you're not sick? You look flushed."
"I'm — haaaah — I'm sure."
Her jaw went slack. Drool started to escape the corner of her mouth. She caught it with her tongue, but more followed. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, her face a perfect mask of mind-breaking pleasure. She was barely holding on.
"I need to — haaaah — I have to go. Early call tomorrow."
"Already? We've only been talking for — what was that sound?"
"What sound?"
"That... wet sound. Like slapping."
Her heart stopped. "Nothing. Just — haaaah — the fan. Old fan. Haaaaah..."
"It sounded like —"
"I really have to go. I love you. Bye."
She ended the call before he could respond.
The moment the screen went black, she dropped the phone and screamed. Her face snapped into full ahegao — eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, drool running down her chin — as Y/N grabbed her by the hair and fucked her into the mattress.
"That was beautiful," he growled, yanking her head back. "Talking to your boyfriend with my cock in your pussy. All those sighs. Did he know? Did he fucking know?"
"No," she sobbed. "He didn't — he couldn't —"
"I think he did. I think he heard every wet slap. I think he knows his girlfriend is a slut for a thick black cock."
"Yes," she cried. "I'm a slut. I'm your slut."
"Say his name."
"Who?"
"The boyfriend. Say his name while I fuck you."
"J-Jungho," she choked out, her face still twisted in ahegao, drool pooling on the pillow.
"And whose pussy is this?"
"Yours. Fuck — yours, sir."
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she sobbed. "I belong to you, Y/N."
He pulled her up, wrapped his hand around her throat from behind, and fucked her harder, deeper. Her face was fully contorted now — ahegao, eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, tongue lolling out, drool running down her chin and dripping onto the sheets. She was a mess. She was beautiful.
"You're going to cum for me, and you're going to call my name while your boyfriend's picture watches."
"I—"
"Cum. Now."
The orgasm ripped through her, violent and total. She screamed, a raw sound torn from her throat — not his name, not any word, just a primal cry of release. She felt his hand tighten on her neck, felt his cock pulse inside her as he came, hot and thick, filling her pussy with rope after rope of cum.
When he pulled out, his cum dripped down her thighs in thick white streams. He pushed two fingers into her, scooping it up, and brought it to her lips.
"Clean."
She opened her mouth, sucked his fingers clean, tasting both of them together. Her eyes stayed on the phone screen, on her boyfriend's smiling face.
"Good girl," Y/N said, stroking her hair. "You did so well."
The missionary sessions became her favorite.
She didn't know why — maybe because she could see him. The full weight of him, the dark expanse of his chest, the concentration on his face as he fucked her. She could watch his muscles work, watch the sweat bead on his skin, watch his jaw tighten when he was close. She could see the want in his eyes.
He had her on her back, legs hooked over his shoulders. His cock drove into her at an angle that made her see stars, the head pressing against her deepest, most sensitive places. Each thrust made her gasp.
His hand found her throat.
"Look down," he said.
She did. She saw the bulge in her stomach, the hard outline of his cock moving beneath her skin. It was unmistakable — a ridged shape that rose and fell with each stroke. He pressed his palm against it, pushing down, and the pressure made her gasp.
"That's how deep I am. You see that?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Oh god, yes."
"This is what a real man feels like."
Her hand moved down, pressing against his, feeling the shape of him through her own body. The intimacy of it — the proof of how completely he filled her, how he reached places inside her she didn't know existed — made her sob. She could feel the head of his cock through her own belly, could trace its outline with her fingertips.
"You're going to feel this tomorrow," he said, his hips moving in slow, brutal thrusts. "Walking around with your members. Smiling for cameras. And you're going to remember my cock inside you."
"Yes."
"And you're going to smile wider, because you know something they don't."
"Yes."
He reached down, found her clit, and pinched it between his fingers. Hard. She gasped and bucked.
"Cum for me."
She did, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave. Her pussy clamped down on him, and he followed her over the edge, his cum flooding her, dripping out around his cock.
But he didn't stop.
He kept fucking her, even as she whimpered from oversensitivity, even as his cum turned to white froth around his shaft. He fucked her until he was hard again, until he was ready to fill her a second time.
"You said you wanted to feel it," he said. "So feel it."
He fucked her for two hours. Made her cum seven times. Filled her pussy, her mouth, the space between her breasts. When he was done, she couldn't walk. Could hardly speak. Her legs were jelly, her throat raw, her pussy aching and full.
She lay in the center of the bed, covered in sweat and cum, her body marked with fingerprints, her ass still red from spanking, her throat bruised from his grip. She was a masterpiece of use.
But this time, something different happened. As her pussy clamped down on him and her orgasm crested, she felt a pressure building — a new kind of sensation, deeper than any climax she'd had before, like a dam about to burst. Her body tensed, her back arching off the bed. "Please," she gasped, her voice high and panicked. "Something's — I don't know what —"
"Let it go," he said, his voice low and commanding. He thrust harder, his cock driving into her g-spot with brutal precision. "Let it go, Minji. Don't hold back."
She screamed as the pressure released. A hot stream of fluid shot from her pussy, soaking his stomach, the sheets, her own thighs. She squirted — hard and uncontrollable, her body convulsing as wave after wave of liquid poured out of her. She'd never done that before. Never even knew she could. The fluid ran down her ass, pooled beneath her hips, soaked the bed in a dark wet patch. "Holy fuck," he growled, watching the liquid cascade down his abs. "Look at you. Squirting all over my cock like a good little slut. Did your boyfriend ever make you do that?"
She couldn't answer. Couldn't do anything but lie there, trembling, as the last waves of fluid dripped from her swollen pussy. Her thighs were soaked. The sheets were ruined. She shook her head slowly, tears of overstimulation running down her temples. "N-no," she managed. "Never." He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "That's my girl. My perfect little squirter. Only I can make you do that."
He stood over her, still hard, his cock coated in a mixture of their fluids. It glistened in the dim light, thick and dark and utterly spent-looking, yet still erect.
"You need one more."
She looked up at him, exhausted but hungry. Her eyes were glassy, her lips swollen. "Please."
He climbed back on the bed, straddled her chest. His cock hung heavy above her face, thick and dark and still slick from her pussy. She could smell herself on him.
"Open."
She opened her mouth. He pressed the head against her tongue, and she tasted everything — his cum, hers, the salt of his skin. Her eyes fluttered closed.
"Look at me."
He pulled out slowly, and she felt his cum leaking out of her immediately — thick white streams running down her inner thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her. He knelt between her legs, watching it drip out of her swollen, reddened pussy. The sight of his seed spilling from her body made him hard again instantly.
"Look at that," he said. He pushed two fingers into her, scooping up a generous amount of his cum, and brought it to her lips. "Open."
She parted her lips, and he pushed his fingers inside. She tasted herself and him together, the mixture warm and salty and intimate. She sucked his fingers clean, her eyes never leaving his. "That's what a real man leaves inside you," he said. "Not that boyfriend of yours who finishes in thirty seconds and rolls over."
She swallowed, her tongue working the last traces of his cum from her lips. "I want more," she whispered. "I want to feel it dripping out of me tomorrow. I want to walk on stage and know I'm full of your cum. I want everyone to know — even if they don't — that I'm yours."
She opened them. Met his gaze.
"Deepthroat yourself," he said. "Show me you want it."
She grabbed the base of his cock with both hands and guided it into her mouth, pushing past her gag reflex, taking him until her lips met her fingers. She held him there, her throat convulsing around him, tears streaming from her eyes. She didn't fight it. She let it happen. Let him fill her completely.
He let her stay. Let her struggle. Let her prove herself.
Then he came, hot down her throat, and she swallowed it all. Her throat worked around him, milking every drop.
"Good girl," he said, pulling out. He stroked her hair, a gesture that was almost tender. "You did well."
She smiled, drunk on endorphins and exhaustion and the feeling of being owned. Her hand found his, squeezed it.
"Tomorrow?" she asked.
"Tomorrow."
The affair continued through the next comeback, through the music show wins, through the variety show appearances, through the international flight to Tokyo.
Y/N went wherever NewJeans went. He stood in the shadows of concert venues, watched her from backstage, his eyes tracking her through every performance. In the daylight, he was professional, distant, the perfect bodyguard. No one suspected.
And every night, she came to him.
The dynamic deepened. He learned her limits — and pushed them. She learned his tells — and tested them. They developed a rhythm, a language of dominance and submission that required no words.
Sometimes he made her crawl across the hotel room to him. She'd get on her hands and knees and cross the carpet, her breasts swaying, her eyes on the floor. She'd stop at his feet and wait.
"Good girl. Now worship."
She'd take his cock in her mouth without being told how, and she'd do it until he was satisfied.
Sometimes he made her stand against the wall, arms above her head, and wait while he decided what to do with her. She'd stand there for ten minutes, twenty, her muscles trembling, her pussy dripping onto the floor. He'd walk past her, ignore her, make her wait longer.
"Please," she'd whisper.
"Please what?"
"Please touch me. Use me. Anything."
Sometimes he made her repeat degrading phrases — "I'm Y/N's personal whore," "I exist to serve his cock," "My pussy belongs to him" — until she believed them.
And she did believe them.
Because he'd shown her what she was. What she needed. The part of herself she'd buried under years of idol training, public smiles, and the careful, gentle hands of a boyfriend who didn't understand what she really wanted.
She was a woman who needed to be broken before she could feel whole.
And Y/N was the only man strong enough to do it.
One night in Tokyo, he had her on her knees in front of the hotel window. The Tokyo skyline spread out below them, a million lights glittering in the dark.
"Look at that," he said, standing behind her. "All those people down there. They have no idea that NewJeans' leader is on her knees, naked, waiting for my cock."
"Haaaaah... no, sir. They don't."
"Touch yourself."
She reached between her legs. Her fingers found her clit, and she moaned.
"Show me how wet you are."
She pulled her fingers away, held them up. They glistened with her slick, strings of it connecting her fingers.
"Good fucking girl. Now open your mouth."
She did. He leaned forward and slapped her face with his cock — once, twice, three times. The thick shaft connected with her cheek, her lips, her chin. She moaned with each impact.
"You love being my little cock-sleeve, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then prove it."
She opened her mouth wide, and he thrust inside. She took him down her throat without hesitation, without gagging. She'd learned. She'd become what he needed her to be.
She stood on stage in front of 30,000 fans, the lights so bright she could barely see past the first row. Her body moved through the choreography automatically, sunbaes and gestures and smiles that she'd practiced a thousand times.
Under her skirt, she wore nothing.
Y/N's cum dripped down her thigh.
She'd knelt for him before the show, in her dressing room, the door locked, the clock counting down. He'd fucked her throat, filled her mouth, made her swallow. Then he'd pushed more into her pussy, pulled her skirt down, and sent her to perform.
"You're going to be on that stage," he'd said, "smiling at your fans. And every time you move, you're going to feel me dripping out of you. You're going to remember who you belong to."
She hit the final pose, the crowd roaring. The lights were hot on her skin, the sound deafening.
Her smile was radiant.
And inside, where no one could see, she was his.
She thought of his hands. His voice. The way he said her name. The way he took from her exactly what she needed to give.
Jae was again awake in the middle of the night; it was becoming common. He would wake up and find it impossible to get back to sleep without at least getting himself a drink of water. The hard-on he awoke with also suggested he might need to relieve himself in their master bathroom before he rejoined his wife in bed.
He quietly rolled off the bed and threw on his robe. The forty-three year old didn't bother to close it because, frankly, nobody would be awake and it was his damn house - he could walk around naked if he pleased. It was a bit of a funny sight, Jae thought, looking down at his erection as it stood proudly between the flaps of the white robe. He knew he had little to worry about in the size department. His wife certainly didn't complain, not that she'd slept with him in over a month.
That was probably what had him waking up almost every night. His wife always seemed to find an excuse not to have sex, and Jae was tiring of being rejected. Until he figured out what was wrong, a quick jerk would have to do, and he'd be able to fall back asleep, somewhat satisfied. He tried not to allow the thought that someone in his wife's tennis club was taking his spot in bed, but it wouldn't have surprised him all that much.
Jae closed the door behind him silently and sidled out into the hall. Everybody else would be fast asleep. His daughter Da-ah was in her junior year of college; her door was closed and 300 miles away until the summer. Jinwoo, his twenty-three-year-old son, stayed home for a while as he saved money to move out on his own. The boy slept like a rock and could be heard snoring through his half-open door.
The room before the stairs was Wonyoung's, his youngest daughter, and the bright spot in his life. Jae's dark-haired teenager took after her mother, thankfully only in her looks. She also played tennis in high school and competed at a pretty high level. Jae loved Wonyoung with all his heart and spoiled her every chance. On her eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago, he'd bought her a costly tennis racket and made her swear not to tell her mother. Wonyoung readily agreed, holding the racquet against her chest and squeezing it tight as promised.
At an age when most of her friends complained about their fathers, how strict they were, or the intolerable grounding they had to endure, Wonyoung felt completely contrary. Every minute she could, she spent with her dad. She tried to take an interest in the things he liked: cars, electronics, and such. And he did such a fantastic job being a part of her interests that many of her friends were jealous that her dad spent so much time with her.
But Jae worried about Wonyoung sometimes. His daughter was getting prettier and prettier every day, and she didn't seem to understand how that changed how men and boys looked at her. Her older sister Da-ah certainly didn't set a great example, and now some of the outfits that Da-ah brought home from college were also starting to show up in Wonyoung's repertoire.
His teenage daughter was 5'8" with black hair and big brown eyes. Tennis had slimmed her body, and her affinity for lying out in the backyard had tanned her skin wonderfully, despite his protests for her to take it easy. From all the times he'd carried her to bed at night, he knew she weighed less than 100 lbs. When he started to worry about her was a few years ago when her breasts developed. Now she was sporting a C-cup, even larger than her mother's and impossible not to notice. Since she'd begun imitating her older sister, the tight cotton tank tops and V-necks constantly reminded him that he should keep his eye on her.
Not that he minded… as Jae reached the bottom of the stairs he realized all the thoughts of his baby had made his cock grow to its full length. He needed a glass of milk, a cookie or two, and then maybe a hot shower while he took care of his not-so-little problem. He'd try his hardest not to think of Wonyoung while he stroked, but knew from experience that it wasn't such an easy feat.
They were very close, Wonyoung and her father. Though he didn't like to admit it, Wonyoung had been a source of comfort while the intimacy with his wife had been dying down. Having his beautiful daughter snuggled up to him on the couch as they watched TV or shared a long conversation about nothing during a car ride made things far easier, and he loved her for it. If only Wonyoung shared his bed every night, he'd have a perfect relationship. The thought of Wonyoung in place of his wife, making love to her…Jae shivered.
From time to time, there was tension between Jae and his teenage daughter. He prayed that Wonyoung didn't see it as sexual, but he knew better. Just last week, she had been lying with him on the couch wearing very little. He'd tried to explain to her why she shouldn't wear clothing like that, but it was more difficult to say so without telling the innocent little brunette that it was he she had to be more decent around.
Her tube socks that day, a tiny pair of cotton shorts, and a shirt that, no matter how many times he tried to fix, kept slipping down over her shoulder and dominated his thoughts as they watched TV together. The exposed skin was already too much for him, but when Wonyoung had tried to move around on the couch, she had unknowingly brushed her hand right against his crotch. It was enough to make his cock jump to attention and, terrified that his daughter would discover it, he abruptly got up and walked out of the room. Even when he returned, he had to keep his daughter at a distance, though she quickly tried to cuddle up with him without the slightest concern for how she might be affecting him.
Sometimes his affection and the resulting thoughts he had about his teenager made him feel guilty. But Jae felt turned on when a pretty cashier touched his hand as they exchanged bills, or he heard a sexy voice on the phone; he resolved to stop beating himself up over it. Occasionally, his mind was going to places he hadn't asked it to, like right now when he remembered his daughter in her bathing suit as he passed it hanging on the railing to dry. God, did she have an unbelievable body, if only he could get his hands on her… all over her… He buried the thought and reminded himself that his cock was thinking for him at the moment. He reasoned that he'd probably hump a wall in his state right then.
To Wonyoung, her father was also the best part of her day. He just understood her better than everyone else. Despite what he said, everyone in the family knew she was his favorite. He never seemed to yell at her like he did with her other two siblings. Especially Jinwoo, they sometimes got in some screaming matches that scared her.
Her dad was a big and strong man, with hair that showed just a hint of gray with his age. All her friends swooned over him. Whenever they knew her dad would be around, her friends always seemed to put extra care into their appearance. Wonyoung frequently had to endure her friends flirting with her father or bending over at the car window when he came to pick her up so he could see down their shirts.
"Hi, Mr. Jang," they'd say in a sing-songy voice. Especially Yujin! Though she was Wonyoung's best friend, Yujin always turned gaga whenever Wonyoung's father was around.
"He's hot, Wonyoung. Any one of us would love to have him all over us like he is with you. Get over it!" Yujin would say whenever Wonyoung complained.
Wonyoung didn't ever agree out loud, but there was no denying some of the things they said. Of course, she knew he was a good-looking man; she was the one who spent so much time around him. He had a broad chest, and she could feel it when she laid her hand and head against him on the couch at night. He worked out often, and she knew that because he would chase her around the house when he came home, all gross and sweaty from the gym. His handsome face did little to reveal his age: forty-three with the spirit of a younger man.
He was the only boy, well… man, who gave her attention simply because he loved her. The boys at school only came near her when they were trying to touch her butt or put their hands on her boobs. Even her male teachers would leer at her when they thought she wasn't looking. Ugh… she often came home and ran to her daddy's arms to feel something real for once.
Wonyoung was a good girl and daughter, but her friends' words sometimes made her think… Every once in a while, she noticed her dad looking at her lovingly, making her feel tingly. She didn't mind having his eyes on her, though perhaps she should have, and occasionally she sought it out by wearing things that she thought made her look sexy or even a little slutty. She hoped her father didn't think less of her for it, but sometimes she just couldn't help around him.
That night, Wonyoung had stayed up late binge-watching a TV show on her computer. Hours after everyone had gone to sleep, she was still awake. A racy scene in the show made her fingers practically guide themselves under the covers to her panties. It wasn't very graphic, but as she heard the female character panting and watched the couple having 'sex' on screen, she knew she was getting turned on.
Wonyoung had never had sex before, and she didn't think she'd know how to properly. The pretty brunette had only ever kissed a boy, and she let one other touch her breasts over her shirt. But both boys had turned into super-jerks shortly afterward, telling everyone about their accomplishments with Wonyoung and making her the talk of the rumor mill at school for a few days each time. Of course, her father had been there to make her feel better when she got home, but she'd decided to keep boys her age at a distance since then.
So as Wonyoung's fingers found her panty-line and pried underneath, she did so without much knowledge of how to make herself feel good. A couple times, when she was turned on, Wonyoung had been able to rub the outside of her pussy until she had a short but rewarding orgasm. Last week, she had done so after a long night of cuddling with her dad, and had felt guilty afterwards knowing that he had played a part in her arousal. This time, after she had tried unsuccessfully for a few minutes, Wonyoung decided to try something new.
Yujin had told her that she should try using a vegetable. Wonyoung knew that was how sex worked, but for a long time she had felt guilty even touching herself, let alone sticking one of her mom's cucumbers up there! But now she was just too horny and very curious so she decided to take a look in the fridge.
The cute brunette walked on tiptoes to her door and opened it as quietly as possible. She wore a pair of cotton underwear when she'd gone to bed, but she had pushed them off in her heated frustration. Now all she had on was a white cotton tank-top, and though she considered going back to her bed to find her panties, Wonyoung felt sure she would be alone for as long as it took to get to the kitchen and back.
So she closed the bedroom door behind her and tiptoed down the stairs toward the kitchen. Wonyoung listened closely to the quiet of the house and, hearing nothing, went as quickly as possible to the fridge. It was dark in the house, with only the light from the clock on the microwave to illuminate the nearby space. Wonyoung almost knocked a vase to the ground, but steadied it before it fell.
'Phew,' she thought, shivering with a little chill as she felt the cool night air on her naked bottom. She had been so wet that her inner thighs were damp; had thinking about her daddy made her so horny like that? Wonyoung didn't always feel guilty when her father entered her thoughts inappropriately. Occasionally, she told herself that fantasizing about him wasn't wrong; she couldn't act out her thoughts. Plus, there was no way her father would ever reciprocate, even if she wanted him to.
Her little pussy felt even colder when she bent over to look in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. From behind the tiny brunette would have looked incredible, her legs held together and bending at the waist, naked bottom and her cute, bare pussy where anyone could see.
Still groggy as he walked down the stairs, Jae rubbed his eyes and yawned. But no matter how tired he felt, Jae knew he'd have trouble sleeping until he carried out this frustrating nighttime routine. He barely opened his eyes, knowing the house backwards and forwards as he did. When he finally came to the fridge, it didn't appear odd that it was already open. He was half awake and only had one thing on his mind: to take a big swig directly from the milk carton like his wife hated. Jae simply grabbed the handle of the open fridge and swung himself around it lazily, precisely the way he scolded his son for, to get a look inside.
Wonyoung was rummaging deep in the drawer when her fingers finally found what she was looking for, it was the perfectly sized… ughhhHHH
Bent at the waist the way Wonyoung was, her tiny young pussy couldn't have been in a more perfect spot.
As her father came around with one hand on the door and the other rubbing an eye, his erection couldn't have pointed any more directly.
He hadn't seen her there… he hadn't been looking for anyone there, but as soon as Jae's feet squared off toward the open fridge, he felt her. There was no mistaking that he had just come to a halt with his cockhead securely inside a wonderfully warm and tight pussy.
"Ouuuuuuwwwahhhh…" Wonyoung whined. She couldn't make sense of what had just happened and couldn't form words to protest. One second, she was searching in the fridge, and the next, she felt very intense pressure from the very spot she had been touching minutes ago. She could feel pain there, too, and it had happened all at once.
Jae's mind was still foggy, and the sudden change in sensation to his hard member made him throb, and his mind lost its place in time. The very intimate position in which he now found himself made him assume he simply hadn't checked to see if his wife was asleep when he got out of bed, and now he was finally getting the relief she'd deprived him of.
He hadn't been inside her in far too long, and seeing that she had yet to complain about the surprise sex, he made an impulsive decision to give in to his desires. Jae reached down and wrapped his hands around her bare hips; it wasn't like her to sleep bottomless, or with the sexy little tank top she now wore, but he wasn't going to complain. With a gentle push of his hips, Jae sank further into her.
"Nooooo…owwwfuuuuck!" Wonyoung cried.
"Bab,y please…it was an accident, I promise…but we haven't had sex in weeks." Jae pleaded
Wonyoung froze, her father could feel her go stiff through his palms, which were needily feeling her hips and tiny butt. Suddenly, she realized what had happened. Her father had accidentally put his penis inside her and now he thought Wonyoung was her mother. What's worse, Wonyoung could feel that her little pussy was so wet her father had slid into it easily.
She didn't know what to say. Her father had paused after pleading to continue, and Wonyoung was speechless. When she had been quiet for a few seconds, still bent over with her hair obscuring her face from his view, Jae took her silence as enough consent for him to finish his plunge into her.
"Noooo… stoppp," Wonyoung begged. Her father only did so when he'd sunk his entire cock into his daughter's young sheath. She felt so tight bent over like that; Jae made a mental note to fuck her in this position more often.
"But honey… You feel so good… I'll be quick, I promise." Jae continued. He was nearly buried in her. Hoping to convince her to submit, Jae pushed hard against her backside and forced his head to seek just a bit deeper.
Wonyoung felt him shove further and her untouched pussy throbbed with pain and unknown feelings as a result of being stuffed full of her daddy's cock.
"Nooo daddy… it's me… oooughhhh… It's Wonyoung."
Jae had only been half listening. The broken words coming out of her mouth hadn't registered, but the unfamiliar tightness of her pussy and the smaller, more toned nature of her backside was further confusing his addled brain. Jae withdrew his cock from his daughter's tight quim and was about to penetrate her for the second time when he heard:
"No daddy, pleaaassse!" Wonyoung muttered, her voice betrayed by the feelings her father's cock was causing her. "You can't, Daddy… It's me… your daughter."
Jae heard her this time, but he couldn't have heard right. Then again, something hadn't felt quite right when he first entered her, and her skin was smoother, her body more youthful. He reached down, palming the vicinity of Wonyoung's breast and lifting her upright so he could see her face. He didn't dare remove himself from inside of her; he couldn't bring himself to do so, regardless of the truth.
He hadn't misheard her. As he lifted his teenage daughter so that her hair fell around her shoulders, he recognized her face immediately. Suddenly the fact that her pussy had felt twenty years younger and her body more lean and seductive made sense. He had, only in unspoken fantasies, imagined what it would be like to make love to his beautiful daughter. Now, in the lone light of the open refrigerator, he was mistakenly penetrating her as he'd only dreamed.
Jae had stopped pulling out of her so that his tip now pulsed with excitement just beyond her pink lips. Wonyoung could feel her daddy there, a wider part of his manhood holding her quim open to him. She prayed he would remove himself and then explain to her, as he always did, that everything would be okay.
With his hand upon Wonyoung's pert breast and his other on her naked hip, it simply wasn't an option to stop. He was already committing incest. Jae had been buried inside his little eighteen-year-old once; what difference did it make in doing so again? Holding tight to his baby girl, he buried his waiting cock in one slow but steady thrust.
"MMmmmmphh… no Daddy, no!" Wonyoung pleaded as she felt her father fucking her again. "Daddy, I'm a virgin, you have to stop…ooouuuuw!"
"Oh Wonyoung, Daddy didn't mean to… ughhh," he sighed as his pelvis once again met his daughter's petite backside, "it was an accident baby… I didn't… ughhh… see you there."
Wonyoung felt her father pull out halfway and then shove back into her as he spoke. Jae knew what he was doing was wrong, but his morals were being battled by the warm entrenchment of his rod inside Wonyoung's teen pussy.
"It's okay, Daddy… I know you didn't mean to, but you have take your penis out of me… mmmhh… before you take my virginity."
Jae looked down between them at where his cock was halfway inside Wonyoung. He could see a small amount of blood from when he'd first encountered resistance at his daughter's hymen. Her years of tennis had probably made it so her cherry wasn't entirely obstructing her entrance, but there was no doubt that when he'd first entered her, he had taken his youngest daughter's virginity.
"Honey, you aren't a virgin anymore now," he told her definitively. He let the words sink in and couldn't help himself moving as slowly and imperceptibly as possible so he could feel the walls of Wonyoung's unclaimed pussy stimulating his cock.
Wonyoung cooed, she could feel her daddy's penis still moving inside her, "Oh no Daddy… did you take my virginity, are you sure?"
"Yes, baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."
The evidence of Wonyoung's virginity wasn't the only thing that Jae had noticed as he looked down at their incestuous connection. It was also hard to miss that his pretty teenager was soaking wet. Her juices had coated his rod thoroughly and were dripping down around his full balls. The realization surprised him and again he thrust upward into Wonyoung's quim in lust.
"If you're sorry dad… oooouummph… why do you keep fucking me? You're cock is too big daddy…oooooo… it hurts me"
Her father was surprised to hear Wonyoung say those dirty words, but far from chastising her. Jae was getting less and less subtle about continuing to chase the pleasure his tiny daughter's quim was giving him.
"Wonyoung, your little pussy makes my cock feel very good… ohhh… it won't hurt as much if I just fuck you a little more honey" his hips slapped against her buttocks and Wonyoung could feel her father prodding her deep enough to encounter resistance inside her.
His hands started to wander around Wonyoung's chest. The friction his fingers were causing by rubbing his fingers over her nipple with the cotton tank top between made her shiver involuntarily.
"But you can put your thing in mommy's pussy… ohhh shiiiit… You can't put it in mine. You could get me pregnant, Daddy!"
Jae stood his daughter up straight and slid his hand from her hip to the hem of her shirt. He didn't want to ignore the pleading of his baby girl; he hadn't even dreamt of deflowering her. But now that he had, Jae couldn't help himself. He could still feel his daughter's opening leaking with desire, and it gave him hope that he might win her over.
"Your mom doesn't let me anymore honey, and you are so much more beautiful than she is…" he told her truthfully, "you can only get pregnant if I cum inside you honey… ouhhhh… I promise I won't!"
Wonyoung felt him shoving his big cock into her again. She'd lost count of how many times he'd plunged into her now, but she was tingling from the inside out between that and the sweet compliment he'd paid her.
She could feel her father's hands getting bolder. One of them had found its way under her shirt and was moving its way up her flat stomach to her boobies. When he reached there, he hesitated with his thumb and forefinger, making a half-circle under her breast. As Wonyoung held her breath she felt her father move his hand so he was cupping her tit fully and testing its weight. Finally, he took her nipple between his fingers and squeezed gently; Wonyoung mewwed in response.
"Oh God, Daddy…" Wonyoung moaned as she felt her father urging his cock in and out of her.
She felt bad for him that her mother had not allowed her wonderful father any relief for many weeks. He was desperate enough to seek it from his daughter, though he may have mistakenly done so initially.
As Wonyoung's father was fucking her as gently as he could stand from behind, she could feel the shock and pain of losing her virginity to her father begin to subside just as he had promised. It was being replaced by something she had never felt before: a building pressure each time her father sank into her.
"Mnnnhhh… what if someone sees… unnnhhh…" Wonyoung complained, "you should stop now, you shouldn't fuck me anymore daddy… oooumpph…" No matter what she said, Wonyoung's pussy was drenched and her moans indicated to her father that if he continued she was going to experience her first orgasm by penetration.
His hands were roaming around, one on her tit and the other massaging the soft flesh around her hip. Her daddy was manhandling her, much different from how he usually held her as they fell asleep watching TV.
Twenty minutes ago, her father had crossed her mind more than once as she touched herself in the quiet darkness of her room. She had been thinking of him when she reached into the vegetable drawer in the fridge. She'd wondered what vegetable would be most similar to her father. Now that he was fucking her, she was pretty sure that nothing in the fridge was large enough to match him.
Wonyoung knew it was wrong; she knew she should push her father off and stop the incest they were committing right away. Why did she stay? Wonyoung wondered what her friend Yujin would say. She was always talking about how hot her daddy was and how bad she wanted him. Did Wonyoung want him too? Is that why she was starting to excitedly anticipate each time his cock would again be snugly thrust inside of her after withdrawal?
"Fuck daddy! You're cock is huge…" he was increasing the vigor of his thrusts, grasping her hip tightly and making sure he was into her before pulling back out. "Be careful dad please… unnhhhh… it hurts more when you fuck me harder!"
"Is this okay, baby?" Jae asked his daughter. He slowed down the pace but still savored the feeling of filling the tiny brunette completely again and again.
"Yes daaaad… uhhhh uhhhh… that feels much better."
He was surprised to hear his little girl finally yielding, and her wet pink pussy was still easing his repeated entry. The sounds of the house were always soothing to Jae: the drone of the fridge compressor, the click of the air conditioner turning on, or the breathing of his sleeping family. But the sounds coming from his teenage daughter were more wonderful to him than anything he'd ever heard… her labored breaths… the swishing of her tight pussy as it accepted his pistoning cock and the quiet whimpering as she felt a man's cock inside her for the first time.
Jae had been there for all of Wonyoung's firsts: her first steps, her first words, her first day at school. He'd held her when she got hurt or when she got a bad grade or whenever he felt his wife was being too harsh with his little girl. He had been there for Wonyoung's first break-up, even when she bought her first bra. Now Jae was always going to be his daughter's first time with a man, and the knowledge that he was claiming her bare, untouched pussy by reaching places with each thrust into her that no man had ever been before… the truth of it was the amazing beyond words.
For years, he'd looked on as Wonyoung became the beautiful girl she was today. In the dressing room, she'd asked how multiple bras looked when he took her to the mall to try them on. He shouldn't have been looking at his young daughter, but with her perfect globes nestled inside the supportive cups, even then, her body was a sight to behold. The thought that she would become such a gorgeous young daughter scared him… He loved her completely, beyond compare, and only dreamed that a man would be deserving enough to have her someday.
Now as he looked down, the dimples in her back where he'd pushed up her shirt and curve of her hips… he gasped… he couldn't believe he was the man fucking his daughter.
"Ohhh fuck… Daddy keep fucking me… ohgod…" she was forgetting to resist now, "you feel so good in my pussy dad."
Jae had felt so guilty when he realized for sure that it was his daughter whom he'd buried his cock into. Even more so when he discovered that he'd taken her virginity as well. But now… now that she was asking him to continue.. she wanted him to keep fucking her…
Jae established a good rhythm and could feel his little girl leaning backward to help him. In short order, he could tell that his teenage daughter was going to have an orgasm. She was breathing more heavily, crying out more needily.
"Ohh fuck… I feel strange… ouuuhhh… wai,t Daddy… hold on…"
But Jae knew what to do, and soon his little girl would be cumming on his cock just the way he wanted her to. He continued to push into her folds and prod her deep within.
"Ohh fuckkk… oh Daaad… "
Wonyoung's knees went weak. Her father supported her while continuing his unrelenting thrusts into her pussy. Her mind was suddenly white, and she felt pins and needles in all of her extremities. She howled
"Ohhhhhh Daaaaaaaaddyyyy."
It was like nothing Wonyoung had ever felt before. Her father had shoved into her and stayed there as she rode out her newly discovered orgasm. She felt so incredibly full. Her body seemed to conduct electricity through thin wires stretching from her fingers to the tips of her toes and all leading back to the apex point of pleasure behind her eyes.
Jae's cock throbbed as his little girl curled her toes against the hardwood floor and reached back clumsily for some kind of hold on him. He loved watching his daughter climax and simply savored the sight of her quaking in front of him, not to mention the way her virgin walls were clenching him as she did. Though her father's cock fit perfectly inside Wonyoung, she was even wetter than before and her juices were dripping from within her.
For the first time, Jae decided to remove himself from his daughter's drenched tunnel. She stood, but only with the support her father gave her. He turned Wonyoung towards him, her head hung low. With a finger at her chin, Jae lifted his daughter's head to look into her eyes.
She looked so pretty, a light sheen of sweat on her brow and flushed cheeks. Wonyoung kept her eyes closed for a moment, but they weren't angry when she finally opened them. They weren't hurt or sad or anything he had expected. Wonyoung had pleaded with him to stop, but as she came back to the world from an earth-shaking orgasm, Wonyoung was glad her father had kept fucking her.
She only looked a little embarrassed, like she hadn't expected to see so much pleasure from having her virginity taken by her father.
"I love you, baby," he told her.
Wonyoung looked at him closely, her big brown eyes holding his gaze for long enough that he was desperate to know what she was thinking.
"I love you, too, Dad."
He kissed her on the cheek, right next to her lips, and lingered there. Wonyoung felt him hesitate and brought her lips close enough to kiss him. Simultaneously, they closed the gap between them and brought their mouths together. Wonyoung kissed her father hungrily, thanking him for the beautiful feelings he'd shown her.
Each peck, each explorative placement of his lips on hers, Wonyoung understood why she wasn't upset with her daddy for continuing to fuck her when he did. Wonyoung's friends seemed to love her father and didn't know him half as well as she did. He was the best father a girl could have, and he was handsome to boot. So many times she had thought of him, alone in her bed at night, but she didn't ever know how he could make her feel. The tingling surface of her skin and her sensitive pussy was more than she had ever dreamt of. Now that she had the chance, why shouldn't she willingly accept her father? Nobody had to know… Wonyoung shivered at the taboo thoughts.
Their tongues darted out to meet each other. Wonyoung didn't have much experience kissing boys, but she loved kissing and making out with her dad. Jae felt like a teenager again and found his hands moving of their own volition to feel the tiny frame of the teenager in his arms. He wanted to be inside her again, but only if she chose to this time.
When her father's hands once again found her perky breasts under the shirt, Wonyoung knew he wanted her to take it off. She readily lifted her arms above her head, surprising her father with her willingness. He quickly obliged her, pulling the shirt off and revealing her young tits to him.
God, she was so gorgeous and irresistible, and her breasts were more prominent and shapelier than her mother's. Jae put his hands on her, and Wonyoung watched closely as they roamed all over her.
"You're so beautiful, Wonyoung," he told her, "and you made me feel wonderful, honey."
As Wonyoung was looking down she caught a glimpse of her father's cock again. It WAS large, and it was silvery with all the wetness she must have covered him in. It was sticking straight upward, and she could feel it bobbing against her leg at a pace that must have been his heartbeat.
"Why is it still so big, Dad?"
"Because I am so turned on looking at you. I'm thinking about making love to you, sweetheart."
Wonyoung shrugged with embarrassment. In doing so, she looked adorable, and her teardrop breasts shook with the motion of her shoulders.
"You want to fuck me again don't you daddy?"
Jae felt guilty. Hearing the naughty words from his little girl's mouth made the deed very real. Still, he shook his head, 'Yes.'
Wonyoung may have been inexperienced, but she knew how dangerous it would be for them to have sex again. In class at her high school, the book showed her how to find out when her period would come and when she was most likely to become pregnant. If she was doing it right, she was right at the best time for her daddy's sperm to find her egg and make her pregnant. And the book had also said always to use protection, like a condom or birth control, and she wasn't using either one.
"What if I just put my mouth on it?" Wonyoung suggested. She felt his penis throb perceptively when she did.
"You like that idea, don't you, Daddy?"
Wonyoung proceeded to get down on her knees and gingerly take her father's erection in her hand. She could still feel her stickiness on him, and she knew more was coming from deep within her.
Wonyoung tested the head of his cock at her lips, looking up at him with her pretty eyes and hoping she did a good job. Slowly she opened her mouth and took in the head of her cock. She sucked on it gently, not minding at all that she could taste herself on him.
The little brunette tried to emulate what her father might have felt when he had his big penis inside of her; she encircled his shaft with both hands and moved them up and down while she lapped at his tip. Her father moaned.
"Oh, honey, you're doing wonderful," he said as he tossed his head back.
Wonyoung sucked on him and tried her best to take more into her mouth. She knew that some girls could take the whole thing, but hard as Wonyoung tried she could get less than half of her father's cock in her mouth. She wondered what it would taste like if he squirted his white stuff into her mouth.
Wonyoung sucked and stroked and like an angel she praised her father with her mouth. He did his best to watch her, though she made him feel so wonderful that he could barely stand at a few points. When he did look at her, the image of her perched in front of him with his cock in her mouth and looking up at her with her soulful, innocent brown eyes…it would be burned in his mind forever. He told her that his daughter was doing a wonderful job for her first time. But hard as she tried, and beautiful as she looked kneeling, Jae had one thing on his mind.
"Baby," he beckoned her, "stand up, let me see you again."
She obeyed him, arising so that her breasts brushed against his abdomen as she did. After admiring her for a few more seconds, Jae wasted no time lifting his daughter onto the island and she knew immediately by the proximity of his cockhead to her entrance what his intentions were.
"Daddy," she warned, "I don't think you should fuck me anymore, it's too risky."
"I promise, sweetie," her father sounded desperate again. I'll be very careful. If I'm very careful, you won't get pregnant. Cross my heart."
"I don't know, Daddy," she continued to protest, "I don't think we should, it's too dangerous right now for my fertility cycle. We'd be in so much trouble!"
"I know, honey, how about I just put the tip in you for a minute?" Jae negotiated. He was already prodding his daughter's mound with his large head, and Wonyoung was beginning to wish he would press harder and keep making her feel good. For a brief moment, the thought of her father's penis shooting his warm sperm into her pussy entered Wonyoung's conflicted brain. She knew it was even more wrong than having an orgasm or sucking her daddy's cock, but what would it feel like? Wonyoung loved her father more than anybody, even her mom; what if he did get her pregnant? She was so confused and wasn't supposed to want it, but this night was unlocking feelings she'd never conceived of before.
"Okay, but only for a minute, right?" Wonyoung relented. She didn't want to sound as eager as her body felt.
Jae didn't respond with words. The waiting had nearly driven him to madness. He pushed his tip against Wonyoung's still very wet lips. They parted and allowed his head to pop into her entry. Once again Jae had the thought that he'd never feel something so good as being inside his daughter's little pussy.
"Ouuwwh, Daddy!" she cried, feeling him inside her again. Her father's tip alone felt bigger in their new position. It hurt a little, but still she watched intently as he withdrew his tip and pushed it into her again. Both gasped as he did so, listening to each other and feeling everything from their incestuous connection between them.
Jae removed and replaced his tip in his teenager's pussy enough times that she lost count. He had gone on longer than promised but wasn't done yet.
"Ohhh fuck Dad," she whimpered, "it feels terrific now!"
Wonyoung's mouth had brought him close, but Jae needed to come more than he ever had before in his life. He dared push his cock a little further into his daughter. She noticed immediately, but assumed it was only an accident.
When he did it again, Wonyoung called him out.
"…Fuuckk," she blurted, "Daddy, you promised."
"I know baby, just a little more!"
Maybe Jae had intended to keep his word, but once he felt her tiny channel more deeply wrapped around his cock, his promises began to evaporate.
He pushed into his daughter again, and then deeper, and then withdrew, and then thrust back in. In a few moments he was fucking his youngest daughter along the full length of his cock. Wonyoung, for all her protest, could not hide how much pleasure it was giving her,
"Oooohhhh Dad… mnnnh fuck… It's so big…"
She certainly didn't sound like she wanted him to stop, and Wonyoung's feet were wrapped around her father's tight core. His abs rippled as he fucked her deeply and ever so gently her heels were pulling him in. She watched in wonder as the tip of her father's penis would peek out from between her lips and then the whole thing disappear entirely into her. She couldn't believe it fit. She lost track of time, but when she looked back at Jae's face, she could see him cringing and focusing hard.
"Okay, Daddy, shouldn't you stop now?"
Instead, she felt him grab on tightly to her hips and squeeze. Wonyoung put her hands on his strong chest, not knowing whether she wanted to push him away or hold on tight. He was much too strong for her; she could do nothing but accept the deliberate thrusts of her father into her. Her hands felt his manly chest instead, the hair upon his pecs and the dampness of sweat from fucking her so well. Did he know how badly she wanted him to continue? Should she keep protesting?
As he held on tightly, Jae could feel his orgasm building. He watched the soft spot between her hips mounding as he buried his cock in her fully before removing it. Her melodic panting and moaning were beginning to be too much for him.
"I'm almost there, sweetheart."
"Alright, dad, please… ouuumphh… It's too risky!"
Wonyoung felt her father pick up speed for a few more thrusts until he squeezed her hips tight and began to tense.
Then she knew what was happening.
"Daddy, no!"
Jae went stiff as soon as he was buried in his young daughter's pussy. He gladly released a first, powerful jet of sperm into Wonyoung's womb. It immediately gave his daughter a jolt. Then another, and another; his tip painted the little girl's walls, her cervix and everywhere it could with his forbidden cum. Whether he had promised to or not, the intensity filling the beautiful teenager felt unquestionably right.
Wonyoung tried to be mad at him, but before she could scold him or yell or even try to push him off, the hot, forbidden sensation of what she knew was her father's semen made her quake from the inside out. Like before, Wonyoung's body trembled, her skin crawled and her insides squeezed more cum from her father's buried cock. It was the most wonderful feeling, and her second orgasm rocked her more powerfully than the first. It was so wrong that her daddy's cum squirting into her was making her quake with so much pleasure.
Jae shakily withdrew an inch of his embedded member from his daughter's insides and then roughly pushed it back in. His cock emitted another rope into her fertile and unprotected womb.
He had never felt so invigorated and so satisfied, and Jae was quite certain that he'd never cum so much in his life as he just had inside his daughter. Wonyoung wrapped her arms around his neck when her orgasm had struck her and was, willingly or not, still quivering as the last bit of her father's seed dribbled from his head and topped off her overfilled pussy.
His daughter held onto him, overwhelmed by the climax she hadn't expected and the incestuous load she now carried inside her. The sheer amount of it, and the feeling of her father's cum was unlike anything she'd ever felt and still his hard cock was filling her the rest of the way.
"Daddy…you promised," Wonyoung pouted as she met his eyes with hers.
"I know, baby, you were just too sexy… I had to!" Her father reasoned.
She was still mad, though his tactics to win her weren't completely lost.
"You lied to me! You said you wouldn't cum inside my pussy and then you came so much!"
Wonyoung was right; he could feel his semen all over his buried rod. He knew that if Wonyoung had been telling the truth, his little swimmers would soon make their way even deeper into his daughter, and she could conceive his child. He looked down to see it.
Jae pulled his cock, still hard, from within his daughter's sensitive hole, watching her tremble as he did so. As soon as his head was revealed, white, milky cum pushed its way around him. As he fully disengaged, his load cascaded from within her deflowered pussy.
Wonyoung's eyes went wide.
"Oh my God, Daaaad! There's sooo much!" She sounded more amazed than upset.
"Quick, daddy, get it out before I get pregnant!" Wonyoung cried, reaching down to where his cum was dripping from within her.
Jae took his daughter's hand tenderly instead, "It's too late for that, honey."
Wonyoung felt so conflicted. She was worried, but only because people like her mother and that awful teacher in her sex education class told her she should be. Yet her daddy didn't look worried at all. As he took her hand and pulled her up toward him, Wonyoung was already feeling much better. They kissed lovingly, neither fully believing the wonderful, forbidden, and life-changing thing they'd just shared.
"What should we do, Daddy?"
Jae looked down at his daughter's young and freshly-fucked opening. Seeing that his cum was about to flow onto the granite countertop, Jae made a quick decision. He'd only once accomplished it with his wife, but he thought his odds were better with a beautiful girl whom he loved far more. Could he fuck his daughter again while his defiant member bobbed, still rock hard, tantalizingly close to Wonyoung's cute little slit?
Jae dared to scoop up the stream of his cum that had leaked out with his cock head and push it back into his daughter's pussy. He was too turned on to stop fucking his beautiful little girl yet. She shrieked with sensitivity.
Usually, even the faintest touch would send a shiver up Jae's spine, and it did, but he kept fucking her. Feeling the lubrication of his fresh cum easing his path into his daughter he decided to press on.
"Ohhhhh Daddy… ohhh pleaaase… It's too sensitive… fuckkkkk!" his little girl cried.
Jae had been here before, and his desire to follow through prevailed. He cringed and he bucked, but he was determined to fuck his little Wonyoung until he was utterly spent. It was not long until he could feel his balls, unbelievably, building toward a second consecutive orgasm.
Wonyoung had been so overwhelmed by her father's actions that she hadn't the chance to look, but when she finally did she could tell that her daddy was going to cum inside her again, and so soon after he just had the first time!
"Ohhhh fuck daddy… twice?" Wonyoung was about ready to pass out. "You can't cum in my pussy again!"
He didn't answer, with a labored series of grunts and moans, Jae once more buried his cock as deep as it would go and unloaded another sizable amount of semen into his little girl. Jet after jet, he added his cum to her already charged insides. He held her tight and Wonyoung watched him intently as he came. Though he was doing exactly what he'd promised not to, seeing her father so wholly give himself into his desires, and knowing that she had been his lover through it all, warmed her more than the multiple loads of her father's seed she now held within her.
Before he allowed his whole body to go limp, Jae lifted his baby off the kitchen counter and lay down on the nearby area rug with her on top of him. He didn't pull out of her. He didn't want to ever again.
Wonyoung and her father lay in the dark for an untold time. As they drank each other in, the teen's soft breasts pressed against Jae, and he felt her breathing deeply. She seemed tinier when draped over him as she was. His baby girl… completely naked and still with his softening cock inside of her… the thought was incredible to behold.
The young brunette propped her head up on her hands, the hairs on her father's chest tickling her palms. She looked up at him. She could tell he was utterly drained, and she could feel his cum slowly making its way out of her sore pussy.
"You're bad, daddy!" Wonyoung said.
Jae opened his eyes and peered down at her. Expecting her to be upset, or sad, or something of the like, he was surprised to see a naughty grin on his pretty daughter's face. Confused, Jae furrowed his brow and replied:
"You're not mad at me?," hoping she wasn't.
"Wellllllllll…" she teased him, tilting her head and making him wait for her answer, "you did take my virginity, daddy…"
"I know, baby, I had no idea… I didn't even know it was you… I never would have…"
"Hmmmph!" Wonyoung interrupted, "You never would have? You seemed like you liked fucking me Dad…"
She was goading him now. That girl he knew was a little rambunctious, definitely with a naughty streak.
"I see the way you look at me sometimes. I'm not stupid, Daddy." He didn't know what to say to his little girl, but she was right. "I think about you sometimes, too, Dad…"
Jaee raised his eyebrows, "You do?"
"Every once in a while… when I'm in bed and can't fall asleep. My friends talk about you all the time, I can't help it!" she told him. Knowing that his daughter thought about him that way made the fact that he'd just fucked her seem a little better. "But I never thought you would put your big thing in me when I was just looking in the refrigerator, like totally out of the blue!" she exclaimed.
"I swear it was an accident, sweetheart, I didn't mean to startle you," Jae reiterated
"And what about all this cum daddy? It's dripping out 'cause you put so much in me! Was it an accident when you came in my pussy…? TWICE!?" He could tell now that she was just playing with him. She reached between them where it was seeping out of her. Jae watched, incredulous, as she took a finger and swept some of it from the stream that had made its way out from her tight little tunnel. Without hesitation, she brought it up, looked at it curiously, and then popped her finger in her mouth, tasting it and swallowing his excess semen like it was no big deal.
Jae looked at her sideways, "Okay, maybe that wasn't an accident…" he admitted, "but you don't look so upset, baby."
Wonyoung smiled, licking her lips. "…maybe because I'm not."
Her father smiled too. He slid her little body up so her lips could meet his, and they kissed. Firs,t Wonyoung just pecked at him, but shortly thereafter, they were making out again and playfully dancing their tongues about. When they broke apart, Wonyoung laid her head next to her father's.
"You know I'm not on birth control, right, Daddy?"
"Yes, I know." Jae said with an 'oops' look on his face.
Wonyoung giggled, "And you still squirted all that sperm in me, even when I told you how easily I could get pregnant?"
"Yeaaah… I did, didn't I?" Jae replied playfully.
"Hmmm…" his little girl sighed, "That would be so naughty, wouldn't it, Dad? You could have gotten me pregnant already!"
The possibility didn't scare him like he thought it would. An image of Wonyoung, his favorite daughter, with her beautiful black hair and brown eyes staring at him, the bulge of his child in her belly. She would look so lovely with that tiny body and his baby inside of her.
"We can go to the store tomorrow if you want, sweetie. We can get a pill that makes sure you don't get pregnant."
"Oh," Wonyoung said, sounding disappointed. Or…? " she asked nervously.
"Or what, honey?" Jae asked, totally confused.
"What if I don't take the pill?" Wonyoung said with an embarrassed shrug. She hoped her father wouldn't be mad at her suggestion.
Wonyoung thought he looked surprised, but then his eyes were full of love. "Well…I don't know… I mean I…" Jae stuttered, feeling smitten that his daughter would suggest something he'd only fantasized about.
Wonyoung thought it was cute that her dad was trying to pretend when she could so clearly tell that the thought appealed to him. "I guess we'd wait a little while. You'd miss your period, your belly would grow, and then we'd know you're carrying your daddy's baby."
Wonyoung's brown eyes were opened wide, waiting for him to say more. The corners of her mouth turned upward, and she looked adorably curious. Jae could hardly say no to his little girl, but this was entirely different. Thoughts were racing through his head, not least of which how wonderful it felt to have his naked little daughter draped over him as they spoke; that he'd never have another child with his wife; that he fully intended on fucking Wonyoung every chance she allowed him. If she was willing, she'd be perfectly fertile and healthy to make a baby with him.
"Do you think you might want that Wonyoung?" he paused, "I know you'd look so pretty with our baby growing in your belly."
Wonyoung giggled and bit the tip of her finger. "I think I might, Daddy, but I don't know for sure. It makes me so happy thinking about it that I'm tingling, but…" She was obviously working hard to wrap her head around it.
"You don't have to decide no,w honey, and nobody would know for a few months," Jae assured her.
Wonyoung knew that she loved her father more than life itself. For month,s she had been taking on her mother's role in his life, and she did so knowingly. He had confided in her, held her like a lover when she was down, even taken her out on dates. She was now awakened to the thought that she could truly be her daddy's forever. Her mom couldn't have her father's babies anymore, but she certainly could. Wonyoung was starting to allow the thought that she wanted to, badly.
"I graduate soon, daddy," she reasoned, "would anybody at school have to know?"
"No, sweetie. It could be our secret." He couldn't believe he was considering it.
"And then what?" Wonyoung continued.
"And then… well…" her father looked deep in thought. I don't have it all figured out yet, Wonyoung, but I'd do anything for you, no matter what."
Wonyoung felt so completely enveloped in his love that she ached for him. Her little pussy was much too sore to accept him again that night, but Wonyoung had never felt such desire for a man before then. It was as if their little accident had brought out a part of her she never knew existed, locked in tight by her virginity: the part that wanted her daddy to be her lover, to be his again and again, and to become pregnant with his child whether the world said she could or not.
"How about we talk about it more in the morning?" Jae suggested.
"Okay, daddy, but we'll have to be extra careful." Wonyoung was very surprised and felt lucky nobody had heard them making love. Most of her family were heavy sleepers, but she had certainly been making a lot of noise as her father impaled her in the kitchen. It was also funny to Wonyoung that she suggested being careful when so much good had come from her father not being careful, cumming in her vulnerable little pussy with no condom.
They kissed again. It was a long one, and different than before. They both intended to build upon an unspoken promise of more, a deeper love. Wonyoung knew she wasn't supposed to feel that way about her father, and Jae about his little girl, but neither cared. Taking their relationship to such heights had primarily been by accident. But the sexual tension between them had been broken by the forbidden seed Wonyoung carried inside her, and they kissed with an unhinged passion most could never know.
Jae picked up his daughter easily. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he slowly carried the cute brunette up the stairs toward her room. They could both feel his cum seeping from Wonyoung, telling definitively of their act. Their naked bodies holding each other tight and the looks they exchanged were evidence enough.
Jae gently sat his daughter on the bed, and she held on tight, not wanting him to leave her. She watched lovingly as her father pulled the covers back and slipped into bed with her.
"I love you so much, Daddy," she told him sincerely. I was nervous at first, but I don't regret anything that happened."
"I love you, too, baby, and I want you to know that I will be here to ensure everything turns out okay."
"I know you will," Wonyoung said adorably, holding her father tight as she drifted off to sleep.
Not long into her slumber, she felt her father leave quietly. Feeling hurt, she reasoned that he probably needed to return to her mother's bed so they wouldn't get found out. Still, she felt jealous, wanting him only for herself.
But the door to her room opened again, and back came her father.
He saw her eyes open and hurt. " You thought I was leaving you, didn't you, sweetie?"
"I know you need to, I just don't want to sleep without you tonight," she admitted.
"I had to clean up our little mess," he explained, holding up their discarded clothing. "…probably not a good thing for your mother to see our clothes all over the floor or how wet you made the kitchen table, right?"
Wonyoung smiled guiltily, "Definitely not! I suppose I shouldn't tell her that daddy came in my pussy without a condom on TWO times tomorrow at breakfast?"
"No, you probably shouldn't mention that," Jae laughed. He wrapped his arm around his naked daughter and pulled her tight to him. "Now get some sleep, honey."
Wonyoung cuddled up to him with the biggest smile on her face. A naughty little part of her hoped that he meant to get some sleep because she would need it. Her recently filled pussy was still recovering, but Wonyoung knew she'd want her daddy to fuck her again before too long.
Jae had fallen asleep deep in thought, planning what to do next. With his beautiful daughter nuzzled against him, he felt certain that everything would be different. They had a whole new life ahead of them.
As they drifted off, Wonyoung's young womb was also striving to make a new life. By morning, she could already have conceived her father's child. For now, it was enough that the beautiful teenager could fall asleep, cradled in the arms of her loving father. Tomorrow was another day; they could spend it and many more tomorrows falling more deeply in love. Wonyoung was so young that it could be many months before her belly showed evidence of the night they had shared… or those to come.
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Your thong sandals drag against the hotel carpets. Each step got heavier than the last.
After all, who in their right might would rush to the sound of their mommy roaring like she's being tamed?
This was supposed to be just like any other anniversary
A vacation at the beach
But last night, she pressed on something you said in passing.
You spilled your guts. And all it took was one drink. One.
One dozen.
This was supposed to be quick thing.
Find the burliest black guy. Give them 30 minutes together. Get back to her.
But this "do not disturb door sign" hung around the knob for an hour now told you that this won't be a one time thing.
You still entered
You're the one who wanted this after all
You sit on the bed's edge as this black stud fuck your girl like a dog. Ass up face down.
She looked like a half-opened gift.
Her white sweats were pulled down, hung on her mid-thigh.
Her cunt was exposed. It seemed that he got so instantly turned on by your girl that undoing her bodysuit would take too long, so he instead opted to hike the crotch part to the side.
"Hey. kiss your mommy while I rail her" he grabs her by the hair and pulls. Pulls until you have her at face level. You were about to do her new lover's bidding, but your mountain of muscle of a mommy halts you with a hand and pushes you away.
As mean as that was, you couldn't help but feel her love through that (she could've easily pushed you off the bed after all)
"After I make her mine, you're gonna buy us a bottle to enjoy while we recover for round 2. And a box of magnum while you're at it. Cause guess what, little bitch, I ain't stopping at two rounds---"
Her face contorts. Clearly hearing that last part.
Jihyo reaches back. Stabilizing him. Making him sit on his knees so she could bounce on his cock at her own tempo. Up and down went her arched back to chase her own high.
"Watch me turn her into my lover." he whispered to your direction as his hands greedily knead your mommy's tits.
She muffles her whimpers while her cunt creams around his hog. Making the stallion behind her slow down to let her ride her high.
Yeah, you don't just slow down unless you've fallen for someone at this point.
Who wouldn't fall for a woman like her?
You start envisioning your relationship moving forward. Jihyo, the hotwife. This stud, railing her every night. And you, forgotten at the wayside.
"She's mine now, little bitch. She. Is. Mine. N-- hey. HEY HEY HEY, OUCH" she gets off his cock like he were some toy that's served its purpose. Afterwards, kicking him off the bed. Then kick kick kick to get him to the door. Slamming it behind him.
She grabs the hotel phone "There's a naked man on our floor. Get rid of him."
"Your own mommy doesn't call you names, what right did he have to call you little bitch?" she played with your chin and scrunched her nose as if you weren't inches upon inches taller than her.
She grabs a bottle of water and heads to her bag to drink a small white pill that ensures the BBC's precum didnt lead to any unwelcomed "blessings."
You jump to hug her. Listing your worries about your relationship taking a turn for the worse after today.
You remind her that she pushed you away for the kiss
"I pushed you away cause my throat smells like his cock, pabo"
You remind her that mommy said 30 minutes. But an hour later and she was still letting him fuck her.
"And whose fault was that?? YOU'RE the one who didn't return!" she said, using her trademark loud ass voice. The one that controls the nations girl group when the lines they formed werent straight. While she had on that thomas smile that never failed to let you know that nothing bad ever happens when you're with mommy.
She stripped off the ravaged clothes she still had on. But instead of letting housekeeping launder it, she skips the basket and instead throws her discarded clothes in the bin.
Her eyebrows arching in empathy told you that she saw how you looked during this little experiment, and that she never ever wants to see you do that face again.
"I'm gonna wash off his scent." she said, wrapping herself in a hotel towel. Gray. And supposedly functional—but that didn't stop her from making it look like a met gala dress.
"And you're gonna join me. Lover."
"Then afterwards, mommy will punish you for being 30 minutes late."
That one's on you. You know your mommy values punctuality above all.
The Mitsubishi Evo sits low and mean on the quiet morning road in Tokyo, matte black panels swallowing the weak light, blue accents cutting sharp lines along the sides and the hood scoop. Custom carbon fiber mirrors, widened arches, the subtle growl of the tuned exhaust even at idle. You’re behind the wheel, one hand loose on the shift knob, the other resting on the thigh of the girl in the passenger seat.
Momo. Twice’s Momo. Your bratty little girlfriend who somehow decided an older guy with ink covering both arms, half his chest, and crawling up his neck was the one she wanted. She’s in a short white skirt that rides high when she sits, black crop top that shows the flat plane of her stomach, hair still a little messy from sleep. The city is just waking up—delivery bikes, early salarymen, the distant hum of traffic—but this stretch of road is empty enough.
She shifts in her seat, knee bouncing. “You’re driving too fucking slow, Daddy.”
You glance over. Her lower lip is pushed out, eyes half-lidded, already restless. “We’re in a residential area. You want me to floor it and get us pulled over?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, blunt, voice low and spoiled. “Right now. In this car. Before the streets fill up.”
Your cock twitches hard in your jeans. She’s been like this since last night—teasing, grinding against you in the elevator of the hotel, whispering filthy things against your ear until you had to shove her off and tell her to wait. She doesn’t like waiting.
You pull into a narrow side street lined with parked cars and shuttered storefronts, the Evo’s engine settling into a low idle. The windows are tinted dark. Still, anyone walking past could glance in if they tried hard enough. Risky. Exactly how she likes it.
“Get over here,” you say.
Momo doesn’t hesitate. She climbs across the center console, knee between your legs, skirt already riding up to show the black lace of her panties. She straddles your lap facing you, the steering wheel pressing into her back. Her hands land on your chest, fingers tracing the tattoos that peek out from under your shirt collar.
“You’re so hard already,” she murmurs, grinding down against the thick ridge in your jeans. “Big fucking cock just for me. My old man with all those tattoos. Makes me wet every time I look at you.”
You grip her hips hard, fingers digging into soft skin. “Take it out.”
She does, quick and eager, popping the button and zipper, shoving your jeans and boxers down just enough. Your cock springs free—long, thick, already leaking at the tip, the veins standing out against the dark ink that runs down your lower stomach and the top of your thigh. She wraps both hands around it and strokes once, twice, watching the way it pulses.
“Fuck, Daddy… it’s always so big. I don’t know how it fits.”
“You know exactly how it fits.” You slide two fingers between her legs, push the lace aside, and find her already slick. She gasps when you push one finger inside, then a second, curling them. “Dripping for it. Bratty little cunt couldn’t wait until we got back.”
She rocks against your hand, chasing the friction. “Because you keep teasing me. Driving around in this hot car looking like that. All those tattoos. Older. Mean. I need it.”
You pull your fingers free, slick them over the head of your cock, then line up. She lifts herself, holds the base, and sinks down in one smooth, greedy motion. The stretch is immediate—tight heat swallowing every inch until she’s seated fully, her ass flush against your thighs. A broken moan spills out of her.
“Shit—so deep.” Her forehead drops to your shoulder. “You’re splitting me open.”
You don’t give her time to adjust. Hands on her hips, you lift her and drop her back down, setting a rough, shallow rhythm that makes the Evo’s suspension creak softly. The windows start to fog at the edges. Outside, a bicycle rolls past. Neither of you stops.
Momo braces on your shoulders and rides you harder, skirt bunched around her waist, panties shoved to the side. Her pussy clenches around you every time she bottoms out. “Harder. Come on, Daddy—fuck me like you mean it. We’re in public. Someone could see.”
You growl and thrust up to meet her, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet car. “You want them to see? Want some salaryman to look in and watch you bouncing on this cock?”
“Yes,” she breathes, eyes glassy. “Let them watch your bratty girlfriend take every inch. Let them see how you own this pussy.”
You shift, angling her so you can reach deeper, one hand sliding up under her crop top to pinch a nipple. She cries out, loud, then bites it back into a whimper. The risk is real—any moment a pedestrian could pass close enough. It only makes her wetter. Slick runs down your shaft, coats your balls.
You push her off suddenly, turn her around so her back is to your chest, and pull her down again. This angle is different—deeper, the head of your cock dragging against her front wall with every bounce. She grabs the steering wheel for leverage, ass working in your lap, the blue-and-black dashboard framing the view of her arched back and the ink on your arms wrapped around her waist.
“Look at you,” you murmur against her ear, voice rough. “Taking Daddy’s cock in the middle of Tokyo like a good little slut. So tight. So fucking needy.”
“I’m not good,” she pants, pushing back harder. “I’m a brat. I do what I want. And what I want is this cock filling me up until I can’t walk straight.”
You reach around and rub tight circles over her clit while you fuck up into her. Her thighs start to shake. The car rocks subtly with every thrust. Somewhere down the street a door opens and closes. Footsteps. You don’t stop. Neither does she.
“Gonna come on it,” she gasps. “Gonna come all over Daddy’s big cock right here where anyone could see—”
Her orgasm hits hard. She clamps down, pulsing, a broken moan muffled against her own arm as she tries not to scream. You keep thrusting through it, chasing your own, the wet heat of her milking you relentlessly.
When she goes limp against you, you lift her off, spin her again so she’s facing the passenger seat on her knees, ass up, chest pressed to the leather. You climb over the console just enough, shove back into her from behind, and start pounding. The position is awkward, cramped, the roof low, but it lets you drive deep and hard. One hand fists in her hair, the other holds her hip steady.
“Take it,” you grunt. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you asked for.”
“Yes—yes, Daddy, fill me up. Cum inside. I want it dripping out of me when we drive again.”
The filthy words push you over. You bury yourself to the hilt and come hard, cock pulsing as you empty thick ropes deep into her pussy. She moans at the heat of it, pushing back to take it all. You stay locked inside her for long seconds, breathing heavy, the windows fully fogged now.
When you finally pull out, cum follows in a slow, messy trickle down her inner thighs. She stays bent over for a moment, catching her breath, then crawls back into the passenger seat with a satisfied, wicked little smile. She doesn’t bother fixing her panties or skirt properly. Just sits there, legs slightly spread, the evidence of what you just did visible if anyone looked close enough.
You tuck yourself away, wipe the fog from the windshield with your sleeve, and put the Evo back in gear. The engine rumbles to life. Morning light is stronger now. More cars on the main roads.
Momo reaches over and rests her hand on your thigh, fingers tracing a tattoo. “Drive us somewhere else,” she says, voice still rough. “I want to do it again before the city wakes up completely. Maybe with me bent over the hood this time. Or in the back seat. Or—”
You cut her a look. “Insatiable brat.”
She grins, sharp and sweet. “Your insatiable brat. And your cock is still half-hard. Don’t pretend you’re done with me.”
The blue-and-black Evo slides back onto the quiet Tokyo road, exhaust murmuring low. You can still feel the heat of her around you, still smell sex in the cabin. And she’s already shifting in her seat, restless again, ready for the next quick, risky round before the streets get too crowded to hide in.
The incense is sandalwood today. It's Minnie's favorite for afternoon sessions, its warm, earthy scent grounding the room and quieting the mind. Outside, it's a bright, sunny afternoon. Inside, every corner is overflowing with greenery: a sprawling monstera, pothos vines cascading from a high shelf, and a fiddle-leaf fig she occasionally catches herself talking to when no one's around.
For Minnie, yoga isn't just exercise. It's ritual. Discipline. A way of holding the world's endless noise at a comfortable distance. This room is her sanctuary, the one place where she can breathe, think, and simply exist in peace.
Well... almost.
Because on the other side of that door is Miyeon, her best friend and a walking, talking anxiety attack.
Minnie moves through her flow with the ease that comes from years of practice. Her dark hair is pulled into a loose bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Tanned skin gleams with a light sheen of sweat as she transitions from downward dog into a forward fold, reaching her palms flat to the mat. Her fitted black leggings hug the toned lines of her legs, and her cropped grey tank rides up with each stretch, exposing the flat plane of her stomach. She breathes in through her nose, slow and measured. Holds. Releases. The quietness in the room is total.
And it lasts exactly three more seconds.
The door swings inward with enough force to bounce the handle against the wall and Minnie's left eyebrow lifts a fraction of an inch before the rest of her face acknowledges the intrusion. She holds her plank. Controlled. Unbothered. The woman standing in the doorway does not share that quality.
"Okay, so I need to talk to you and I need you to not judge me and I need you to be honest and I need you to maybe also solve my entire problem because I am losing my mind."
Miyeon stands in the doorway, breathing hard as if she sprinted up the stairs. Her blonde hair is slightly messy, the soft waves tumbling around her face, and her cheeks are already flushed pink. She is wearing denim shorts that cut off mid-thigh, a white tank top, and an unbuttoned blue flannel shirt that she is currently gripping at the collar with both hands, twisting the fabric tight.
Minnie does not open her eyes. "Take your shoes off."
"I'm serious, Minnie."
"I can hear that you're serious. Shoes."
Miyeon kicks off her sneakers without untying them and starts pacing the length of the room, stepping around the yoga mat with careful footwork. Her hands migrate from the flannel to her own hair, raking through it, tugging at the ends. She cannot sit still. She cannot even stand in one place.
Minnie rises into mountain pose, pressing her palms together at her chest. "You're going to knock over my peace lily."
"I'm going to knock over a lot more than that if you don't help me." Miyeon stops, turns, starts pacing the other direction. "Okay. So. You know my new boyfriend, right?”
"The guy from the group dinner?"
"Yeah, the one with the, you know, the shoulders. We've been texting for like three weeks. We went out twice. It's going really well. Really, really well. He's sweet and he's funny and we have this trip planned for the weekend, his friend has a place in Sokcho and we're going and it's going to be very romantic and I'm very excited about that part."
Minnie shifts her weight, stepping back into warrior one. Her front knee bends deep, arms rising overhead. "Okay."
"And he's very..." Miyeon searches the ceiling for the right word. Her cheeks darken another shade. "He's experienced. Not in a gross way, just in a way where he knows what he likes and he communicates about it, which I actually appreciate because at least he's upfront."
"That sounds healthy."
"It IS healthy. That's not the problem."
Minnie extends her arms in warrior two, gaze steady over her front fingertips. "So what's the problem?"
Miyeon stops pacing. She faces the window, then turns back. Then faces the window again. Her hands are back on the flannel, twisting. "He's really into swallowing."
Silence settles over the room. The incense gives a tiny crackle..
Minnie blinks once, then smoothly transitions into Reverse Warrior, one hand sliding down her back leg as the other reaches overhead. "Okay.”
"Okay? That's it? Okay?!"
"What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know, something more than okay! I'm telling you I've never done that and I'm supposed to just... do it this weekend and I don't know what I'm doing, Minnie. I've never even tasted it before. Not once. Not even a little. Every guy I've been with before was always using condoms or pulling out or I just... redirected somewhere else. And now I'm going to Sokcho with this beautiful man who expects it and I'm going to gag or my face is going to do something weird or I'm going to hate it and I'll end up making this face and he'll think I'm immature and the whole weekend will be ruined."
She delivers this entire speech to a potted fern, because apparently looking at her friend during a confession is too much.
Minnie straightens up from her pose, pressing into her lower back with both hands. "First of all, take a breath."
"I am breathing."
"You're hyperventilating. Please breathe, sweetheart." She waits. Miyeon inhales, holds it, lets it out. Her shoulders drop about half an inch. "Good. Now. What exactly are you afraid of?"
"I TOLD you!! The gagging. The face. The taste. What if it's disgusting? People always joke about it tasting bad and I've read things online that say it's salty or bitter or metallic and some people say it makes them nauseous and I have a sensitive stomach, Minnie, you know I do. I threw up that one time from the smell of the fish market and that wasn't even in my mouth."
Minnie lowers herself onto the mat, crossing her legs into a seated position. She rests her hands on her knees, palms up, thumbs and index fingers touching. Utter composure. "I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to actually hear it."
Miyeon's doe eyes are wide, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She nods.
"It's not a big deal," Minnie says. "I've tasted plenty. More than plenty. Different guys, different diets, different results. And yeah, some of them were a little bitter, some were salty, one was genuinely awful and I made him start drinking more water because I refused to put my mouth anywhere near him again. But overall? It's really not the horror show that the internet makes it out to be. It's a taste. You experience it for about five seconds and then it's gone."
"Just five seconds?"
"If you swallow right away, yeah. The whole dramatic buildup in your head is way worse than the actual thing."
"So you're saying I should just... go for it? This weekend. With no practice. Just wing it with a mouthful of something I've never tasted before and hope for the best?"
Minnie tilts her head, considering this. She uncrosses her legs and stretches one out in front of her, reaching for her toes with a slow fold. "No. I'm saying you should practice before this weekend so you actually know what to expect and you can go to Sokcho feeling confident."
"Taste some first," she repeats disdainfully. "Where would I even— Minnie, I can't exactly go to the store and buy a sample pack.”
Minnie sits up, rolling her shoulders. "You know who lives in this apartment."
At first, the words don't seem to mean anything.
Then they do.
The thought takes shape slowly, horribly, and then all at once. Her hands fly to her mouth. "NO! No, no, no— You mean your—"
"I want you to feel prepared." Minnie switches legs, reaching for the other foot. "And he's been on a regimen for a while now, so the timing is actually perfect."
"A regimen?"
"Pineapple juice every morning. Celery sticks with his lunch. Zinc supplements with dinner. I started making him smoothies too, kiwi and banana and a little honey. The results have been... significant."
Miyeon's expression slowly empties. "You... You gave your boyfriend a cum diet?”
"I improved his nutrition. The side effects just happen to be useful for me. For us, potentially." Minnie pulls her other knee in, wrapping her arms around it. "Trust me. I've optimized him. The volume alone is impressive and the taste is genuinely good. I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true."
Miyeon makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat. She sinks onto the floor across from Minnie, legs folded under her, the blue flannel pooling around her hips. Her face is the color of a ripe peach.
"You can't just optimize a person like a— like a lawn mower! That's not a thing people do!"
"I can and I did."
"That's genuinely insane, Minnie. You burned so much incense you gave yourself brain damage."
Minnie reaches for her water bottle, taking a slow sip. "Look. You came to me because you trust me. You're spiraling about something that doesn't need to be a crisis. I'm offering you a solution that lets you walk into this weekend with zero anxiety. When does that ever happen?"
Miyeon pulls at the hem of her denim shorts, picking at a loose thread. Her doe eyes drop to the floor. "I'd feel weird."
"Why?"
"Because it's your boyfriend..."
"He'd be fine with it."
"You haven't even asked him!"
Minnie's expression does not waver. "I know him. He'll be fine with it."
"You cannot possibly know that."
"I've been with him long enough to know what he says yes to." She pauses. "Which, honestly, is most things. I've trained him well."
"Oh my god, stop it." Miyeon covers her face with both hands.
Minnie smiles. "I'm kidding." Miyeon peeks at her through her fingers. "Mostly.”
Miyeon groans, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes. "This is crazy. This is absolutely certifiably crazy. I'm sitting on your yoga mat discussing whether I should blow your boyfriend so I can learn what semen tastes like before my trip. This is a new low. This is rock bottom."
"It's not a low. It's practical. And you know what? I want you to feel confident this weekend. Let me help you. That's what friends do."
Minnie is looking at her now; sitting there, completely still, meeting her gaze with warm brown eyes that somehow manage to be teasing and reassuring at the same time.
Miyeon feels her resolve begin to crumble.
Annoyingly enough, Minnie's argument makes perfect sense. Better to know than spend weeks imagining the worst. Better to practice than completely embarrass herself when the moment finally comes.
"...Fine," she mumbles into her hands. "Okay. I'm in."
Minnie's lips curve into that knowing smile. She stretches her arms overhead, rolls her wrists, and rises from the mat in one fluid motion.
"Good. Finish freaking out and then come find me in his room in ten minutes."
She says it with the same casual tone someone might use to remind a friend to take the trash out. Miyeon stays exactly where she is, sitting cross-legged on the floor with burning cheeks and a pulse that refuses to slow, trying to figure out how she'd somehow let herself agree to this.
—
The thing about living with Minnie is that you learn to stop questioning her. Three months into the relationship, you stopped asking why there was always a carton of pineapple juice in the fridge. Four months in, you stopped wondering why she started packing celery sticks into your lunch. Five months in, she handed you a bottle of zinc supplements and told you they were for your immune system and you just took them, because that is what you do when Minnie decides something is happening. You nod, you comply, and somehow your life improves in ways you cannot fully explain.
You're sprawled across the bed, your laptop balanced on your stomach as a video about restoring a rusted '67 Mustang drones in the background. You're only half paying attention.
The bedroom reflects both of you in equal measure. Your side is clean and practical: a neatly organized desk with your PC setup, headphones hanging from a stand, and a small stack of books that rarely strays out of place. Everything serves a purpose.
Minnie's presence softens the rest of the room. A couple of trailing plants spill over a bookshelf, crystals and tiny ceramic trinkets sit beside neatly stacked books on mindfulness and philosophy, and a woven basket in the corner holds rolled-up yoga mats and resistance bands. A woven throw blanket lies folded at the foot of the bed you both share, while a couple of oversized cushions rest beneath the window, forming the quiet reading nook she insisted the apartment needed.
Today it's' the kind of slow, lazy afternoon that makes doing absolutely nothing feel like the most productive thing in the world.
Footsteps in the hallway. Two sets. One calm and measured. One quick and uneven.
You look up from your laptop screen and there they are, filling your doorframe. Minnie stands with one hand on the frame and the other on her hip, her dark hair now loose around her shoulders, still wearing her fitted black leggings and cropped grey tank from yoga. She looks like she just finished a photoshoot for some wellness brand, tanned skin glowing, warm brown eyes finding yours with absolute composure.
Behind her, half-hidden by Minnie's shoulder, is Miyeon. You can see the blue flannel first, then the edge of her face as she peeks around her friend. Her blonde hair falls in soft waves around her cheeks, which are currently the deepest shade of pink you have ever seen on a human person. Her doe eyes find yours for exactly one second before darting away to study the wall behind you with sudden intense fascination.
"Hey babe," Minnie says.
"Hey," you reply. You glance between them. "Everything okay?"
"Totally fine. I need to ask you something." She steps into the room. "Miyeon, come in. Stand somewhere. Stop hovering."
Miyeon shuffles in and plants herself near your desk chair, arms crossed tight over her chest, eyes fixed on the floor. She pulls the flannel tighter around herself as if she is cold, which she is not, because it is warm in here and her neck is blotchy red.
Minnie sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs underneath her. "So," she begins. "Miyeon has a situation." You look at Miyeon. Miyeon looks at the ceiling. "She's going on a trip this weekend with that guy she's been seeing. The one with the shoulders."
"Right. Yeah. Nice guy."
"He's great. Very communicative. Very open about what he likes." Minnie pauses, smoothing down a crease in her leggings. "He happens to be very into finishing in a girl's mouth, and Miyeon has never dealt with that before, so she came to me for advice because she's nervous about it. Understandably."
You look at Miyeon, who has now turned her entire body to face your bookshelf, examining titles she cannot possibly be reading because her eyes are unfocused and glassy. The flush has spread from her cheeks down to her neck, creeping past the collar of her tank top.
"And I suggested," Minnie continues, her tone as light and easy as if she is telling you about a sale at the grocery store, "that she practice beforehand so she knows what to expect. Get comfortable with the taste, the texture, all of that. Remove the mystery. And since you've been on my little health plan for a while now, the results have been pretty fantastic, so I told her you'd be happy to help."
The room falls silent. Only the voice from your laptop fills the air, some guy rambling about carburetors while your mind struggles to process what Minnie just said. Every thought grinding to a halt like a computer freezing. Then it reboots, slowly, one process at a time, loading information in fragments.
Practice. Her mouth. You. The thing that Minnie does. But Miyeon. Your girlfriend's friend. Your girlfriend is sitting on the bed telling you that her friend needs to practice swallowing cum and you are the designated practice dummy.
"Wait," you say. "Seriously?"
Minnie tilts her head. "Do I sound like I'm joking?"
"You never sound like you're joking. That's what makes it hard to tell."
Miyeon makes a small sound. Something between a cough and a whimper. "Can we maybe not call it a health plan out loud? Can we not describe it like that in front of him?"
"Why not? He should know what goes into his own body." Minnie gestures toward you casually. "You've been drinking pineapple juice every single morning for six weeks. Celery with lunch. Zinc with dinner. I blend you a smoothie three times a week with kiwi and banana and raw honey. Your loads have been thick, abundant, and genuinely tasty. I did that. On purpose."
"Oh my god," Miyeon whispers to the bookshelf.
"She's not wrong," you admit, because it is true and also because your brain has not fully caught up to the situation and is operating on autopilot. "The smoothies are really good."
"The smoothies are not the point," Minnie says with a slight eye roll. "The point is that I have spent considerable time and effort making sure that what comes out of you is actually pleasant to put in a mouth. And right now, Miyeon is terrified of something that she doesn't need to be terrified of, and I want to fix that. I'm asking you to be a good boyfriend and a good friend and just let her try it."
You look at Miyeon again. She has given up on the bookshelf and is now staring at her own feet, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her flannel. Her shoulders are hunched up near her ears. Everything about her posture screams discomfort, but she has not left the room. She has not said no. She is still here, standing by your desk chair, breathing a little too fast.
"Miyeon," you say.
She finally looks up, meeting your eyes.
There's so much embarrassment written across her face that you almost feel guilty for her. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" you ask gently. "I mean... actually okay. Not just because Minnie managed to talk you into it."
Miyeon fidgets with the hem of her shirt, avoiding your gaze for a second before looking back.
"I-I think so? Or... I thought I was. Back in the yoga room it sounded... I don't know, kind of logical? B-But now I'm actually standing here and..." She lets out a tiny, breathless laugh. "...it suddenly feels very real." She rubs the back of her neck, cheeks burning. "I swear, this is exactly how I feel right before getting a shot at the doctor's office. Like I know I'll survive, but my brain is still screaming, 'Run.'”
"You're not getting a shot," Minnie says. "You're going to put a dick in your mouth. It's way more fun than a shot."
"You're really not helping," Miyeon mutters.
"I know." Minnie doesn't sound remotely apologetic. "I'm trying to keep you from spiraling."
Miyeon shoots her a look that says it's not working.
Minnie only smiles before turning to you. The teasing slipping away. She isn't pleading - Minnie doesn't do pleading - but there's a sincerity in her eyes that's hard to miss. "I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think this was the right call," she says. "She's my best friend. She's tying herself in knots over something that's completely fixable." She tilts her head ever so slightly. "You know that.”
You do know that. You know Minnie well enough to understand that when she presents a solution, she has already considered the alternatives and found them lacking. She does not waste effort on bad plans. If she is standing in your room asking this, she means it.
Your gaze moves from Miyeon's flushed cheeks and the blonde hair falling across them to Minnie's tanned skin and the patient curve of her lips, and somewhere in the back of your skull a small, rational voice is trying to remind you that this is the kind of situation that should require careful thought. Moral deliberation. At least a token moment of internal conflict.
Two of the most beautiful women you have ever seen are standing in your bedroom. One of them is your girlfriend. The other is her best friend. Your girlfriend is calmly, pleasantly asking if her best friend can put your dick in her mouth. For practice.
The whole thing is so far past absurd that it has circled back around to almost reasonable, the way things tend to when Minnie is involved. She has a gift for making the insane feel logical.
"Okay," you say.
Minnie's smile widens by a fraction. She lets out a pleased hum, the kind she makes when you finish your smoothie without being reminded. "Good boy. Thank you."
"Okay," Miyeon repeats. She exhales hard through her mouth, blowing a strand of hair off her face. "Okay. We're doing this. This is happening. I'm doing this."
"You're doing great already," Minnie says, rising from the bed.
You nod. Slowly, then with more certainty. "Yeah. I mean, if it helps, then yeah. I'm happy to help." You look at Miyeon, who is still examining the floor as if it contains the secrets of the universe. "You're in good hands. Seriously. Minnie knows more about sex than anyone I've ever met. She's basically a scholar. You couldn't have a better mentor for this."
"But isn't this... I don't know." Miyeon shifts her weight from one foot to the other, tugging at the hem of her flannel. "Isn't this kind of cheating? On both sides? You're her boyfriend and I'd be doing... that... to him. And Minnie's just standing there watching. That's weird, right? That has to be weird."
Minnie sighs. Not a frustrated sigh, more the gentle exhale of someone who has already anticipated this objection and prepared a response. She sits back down on the edge of your bed, folding one leg beneath her.
"That is exactly the problem with you two," she says. "You always focus on the physical act and never on what it represents."
"What-it-represents," Miyeon repeats flatly. "What's that even supposed to mean, Minnie?"
"Think about what you're actually doing here, Miyeon. You're not sneaking around behind anyone's back for fun. You're preparing. You're taking time out of your week to learn how to please a man you really like because you want him to have a good experience. That's thoughtful. Honestly, that might be the most considerate thing a girlfriend could do. You care enough about this guy to get it right."
She pauses, letting that settle.
"He gets a girlfriend who knows what she's doing and feels confident instead of panicking. You get to actually enjoy the weekend instead of dreading it. Where exactly is the harm?"
Miyeon brow furrows as the logic works its way through her anxiety.
"You don't agree?" Minnie asks.
"I mean... not at all, no. But I really want to do it right. So I guess it's better this way." She swallows hard. "He can never know about this. Ever. This goes to the grave."
"Fine, whatever." Minnie waves a hand dismissively. "Now start taking off your clothes."
Miyeon blinks. "Why do I need to take off my clothes? I only need my mouth for this."
"Because things tend to get messy and I'd rather not explain to your boyfriend why your favorite tank top has another man's dried cum on it. That would be a very different conversation than the one we're having right now." Minnie pulls her cropped grey tank over her head in one clean motion, tossing it onto your desk chair. Her torso is bare, tanned, still faintly glossy with sweat from her yoga session. The lines of her body are lean and toned, her stomach flat, her skin a warm golden brown under the bedroom light. "See? Easy. Now you."
Miyeon stares at the ceiling, her jaw working. Then she shrugs off the blue flannel, letting it drop onto the desk chair next to Minnie's tank. She pulls the white tank top over her head with a wince, like she is ripping off a bandage. Her denim shorts stay on. She stands there in her bra, arms crossed, looking like she wants to dissolve into the floor.
"Miyeon," Minnie says. "The bra too."
Miyeon's head snaps up. "W-Why?”
"Because you have beautiful breasts. Full, nice shape. Don't be shy about it, we're all among friends here."
"Have you been looking at my boobs?” Miyeon asks, caught off guard.
"Sometimes. Always respectfully, of course." Minnie's lips twitch. "Off. Come on."
Miyeon reaches behind her back and fumbles with the clasp, fingers slipping twice before she manages to unhook it. The bra slides down her arms, straps dragging along her skin, and she drops it onto the floor. Her breasts sit high on her chest, round and full, the pale skin of them almost luminous in the afternoon light. Her areolas are a soft dusty pink, puffy and delicate, each one a perfect circle framing nipples already stiff from the air, small and tight and flushed a deeper rose. They have a natural fullness that gives them weight without losing their shape, the kind that move softly with each nervous shift of her shoulders.
She immediately tries to cover them with her arms, crossing tight over her chest, shoulders hunched up near her ears.
And you have to side with Minnie on this one. Miyeon really does have beautiful breasts.
"Arms down," Minnie instructs gently. "There you go. Good."
She turns to you. "Sit on the edge of the bed."
You comply, shifting to the edge of the mattress, feet flat on the floor. Minnie kneels beside you first, then pats the floor on your other side. Miyeon lowers herself down awkwardly, folding her legs under her, still half-covering her chest with one arm.
Minnie reaches for your waistband with practiced hands, undoing the button and pulling your pants and underwear down in a single unhurried motion. You lift your hips to help her and she slides everything off, tossing them aside. Your cock rests against your thigh, half-hard already, which is understandable given the circumstances.
"Okay," Minnie says, wrapping her fingers loosely around your shaft. "How are you at giving head?"
Miyeon stares. "I don't... I don't know. Average, I think?"
"Right." Minnie strokes you slowly, her grip warm and familiar, and you feel yourself hardening further under her touch. "Then we're going to fix that. I'm going to teach you a few things so you can go to Sokcho and absolutely wreck this man. He's going to fall deeper in love with your mouth than he already is with the rest of you."
She turns to you, then back to Miyeon. "Watch my hand first. See how I'm not squeezing too hard? You want a firm hold but you don't want to choke it. Like you're holding a thick marker. Not a stress ball."
Miyeon nods, her doe eyes fixed on Minnie's hand moving along your length. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth again.
"Now, the head is the most sensitive part. Especially right here." Minnie runs her thumb across the underside of your tip, and your stomach tightens. "That's the sweet spot. You spend time there, you use your tongue, you don't ignore it. Most girls just try to take the whole thing immediately and that's fine, but if you want to drive him crazy, you start slow. Tongue first. Lips second. Then you take him deeper."
Miyeon leans forward slightly, watching with the intense concentration of someone taking notes for an exam.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart. Tongue out."
Miyeon obeys. Her jaw drops, her tongue extending past her plump lower lip, and she trembles visibly. Minnie angles your cock toward Miyeon's waiting mouth, guiding you with steady fingers until your tip brushes against Miyeon's tongue.
The first touch is electric. Miyeon's mouth is warm and wet, and the tentative press of her tongue against your slit sends a jolt up your spine. She freezes, blinks once, and you can see the exact moment surprise registers on her face. Her brow relaxes. Her eyes soften.
"Not bad, right?" Minnie says, watching her reaction with amusement. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your jaw. Don't clench. Good girl, just like that."
Miyeon takes more of you. Her lips close around your head, soft and pillowy, and she sucks gently, experimentally. The sensation draws a sharp breath from your lungs.
"That's it. Use your tongue while you suck. Circle the tip, then flatten it and lick the underside. He likes that. Don't you?" Minnie glances up at you.
"Yeah," you manage. "That feels really good."
Miyeon's eyes flick up to yours, wide and searching, and you watch something shift in them. The nervousness is still there but layered underneath it is a spark of determination. She wants to get this right. She hollows her cheeks and takes another inch, her lips stretching around your shaft.
"See, you're a natural," Minnie tells her, still gripping the base of your cock, stroking the part Miyeon can't reach. "Now take a little more. Slowly. Don't force it, just let your mouth get used to the thickness."
Miyeon sinks deeper. The wet heat of her mouth envelops you inch by inch, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of your shaft as she goes. She pulls back, takes a breath through her nose, then goes again. Deeper this time. A soft, muffled sound hums in her throat and the vibration travels straight through you.
"How does she feel, babe?" Minnie asks you, her tone conversational.
"Incredible. Her mouth is so tight, and her lips are..." You trail off, trying to find the right words while your brain is melting. "Really soft. She's doing really well."
Miyeon makes a small pleased sound around you, and the vibration sends another pulse of heat through your groin. Her head bobs with growing confidence, finding a rhythm that is uneven but enthusiastic. Saliva gathers at the corners of her mouth, slicking your shaft, making each stroke smoother than the last.
"Good. Keep that pace." Minnie shifts closer, her bare shoulder brushing Miyeon's. "Now, when you pull back, drag your lips along the underside. Like you're tracing a line. And when you get to the tip, give it a little suck before you go back down. Guys lose their minds over that."
Miyeon follows the instructions perfectly. Her mouth glides up your length, lips dragging, and when she reaches the head she sucks with a gentle pressure that makes your fingers curl into the bedsheet. Then back down, deeper, her tongue working in slow circles.
"Holy shit," you breathe.
Minnie smiles. "See? I told you. Natural talent." She looks up at you. "She's doing well?"
"Really well. Her mouth is so warm, and the way she's using her tongue right now is..." You inhale sharply as Miyeon does the thing Minnie just taught her, sucking at your tip with perfect pressure. "Really, really well."
Miyeon's eyes are closed now, her blonde hair swaying with each movement of her head. The flush on her cheeks has spread down her neck and across the upper swell of her breasts. Her nipples are hard, pressing against the air, and she has stopped trying to cover herself entirely. Her hands rest on your thighs, fingers curled lightly against your skin.
"Don't forget to use your hands too," Minnie coaches. "Wrap one around the base. Squeeze gently while you suck. That way your mouth doesn't have to do everything at once."
Miyeon lifts her right hand and wraps her fingers around your shaft below where her mouth is working, mirroring the grip Minnie demonstrated earlier. She strokes in time with her mouth, hand and lips moving together, and the dual sensation makes your hips twitch involuntarily.
"Sorry," Miyeon mumbles around you, pulling back slightly.
"Don't apologize. He loved that." Minnie squeezes your thigh reassuringly. "You can use your other hand too. Play with him a little. He's sensitive right under the head, I already showed you, but also try lower. Cup him gently."
Miyeon's left hand moves up, her fingers finding you tentatively. Instead of going lower like Minnie suggested, her thumb drifts upward and settles directly against your frenulum, that small ridge of skin just beneath the head where the nerve endings cluster so densely that even the lightest contact registers like a current. She traces across it with her thumb pad, slow and curious, exploring the texture, and your entire body locks up. Your breath catches mid inhale and your stomach muscles clench hard, every fiber of attention in your body narrowing to that single point of contact where her fingertip is drawing tiny circles against the most sensitive skin you possess.
She looks up at you through her lashes, checking your reaction, and your jaw is so tight you cannot form a coherent response. She takes your silence as encouragement and does it again, pressing slightly firmer, rolling the pad of her thumb across the ridge in a slow, deliberate arc that sends a pulse of pleasure straight through your groin. Her mouth is still working your tip, lips sealed around the head, and the combination of her warm wet tongue sliding across the top while her thumb tortures the underside creates a dual sensation that makes your vision swim.
"Yeah, there you go," Minnie murmurs. "You found his weakness, keep going.”
"She's a fast learner," you tell Minnie, and Miyeon's eyes shine at the compliment.
"Of course she is. She has a good teacher." Minnie shifts her position slightly, watching Miyeon work with the critical eye of a master appraising a promising student. "Now try taking him deeper. As far as you can comfortably go. If you feel like you're going to gag, slow down and breathe. There's no rush."
Miyeon lowers her mouth onto you again, taking more this time. Her lips stretch wider, the tight ring of her mouth sliding down your shaft until she has taken most of you. A small gag catches in her throat and she pauses, eyes watering, breathing hard through her nose.
"Breathe," Minnie reminds her. "Hold there for a second. Let your throat adjust."
Miyeon holds. The tight clench of her throat around your tip is almost unbearable, hot and squeezing and so impossibly wet. She swallows once, reflexively, and the rippling sensation makes your head drop back.
"Good girl," Minnie murmurs. "Now pull back slow."
Miyeon slides up, gasping when your cock leaves her mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting her lower lip to your tip. She wipes her chin with the back of her hand, chest heaving.
"How am I doing?" she asks, looking between you and Minnie with swollen lips and messy hair.
"So good," you tell her, and it's the absolute truth.
"You're doing beautifully," Minnie confirms. "Keep going. Same rhythm. Mix it up between deep and shallow, keep him guessing."
Miyeon dives back in. She finds a pattern now, three shallow strokes followed by one deep, her tongue swirling across your head each time she pulls back. Her hand works the base in a twisting motion that Minnie must have taught her through osmosis because it is devastating. Her other hand cups and rolls your balls with a gentle curiosity that keeps your entire body thrumming.
Your hips begin to move on their own, small involuntary thrusts upward that meet her mouth halfway. Miyeon takes them without complaint, adjusting her angle, opening her throat to accommodate you. Drool spills down your shaft, pooling at the base where her fingers work, slicking every inch.
Minnie watches the two of you with sharp, attentive eyes. She reads the tension in your thighs, the way your stomach muscles are clenching, the subtle shift in your breathing. She knows your body better than you do.
"Okay, Miyeon." Minnie's hand comes to rest on the back of your thigh, her thumb tracing a slow circle. "He's getting close.”
Minnie shifts beside Miyeon, her tanned shoulder pressing against Miyeon's pale one. The contrast is striking in the afternoon light, golden brown against porcelain. "Keep going," Minnie tells her. "But focus on the tip now. Just the head. Use your tongue in little circles right underneath where it's most sensitive."
Miyeon pulls back until only your tip rests between her lips. Her tongue moves exactly as instructed, tracing tight, wet circles across the underside of your head, and the concentrated sensation makes your thigh muscles flex hard.
"Good. Don't stop cupping his balls. Yeah, just like that.”
Miyeon makes a soft sound of acknowledgment around your cock, her eyes widening. She squeezes gently, rolling her fingers, and the ache that has been building in your pelvis intensifies to something urgent and throbbing.
“Feel how heavy he is?” Minnie asks, watching Miyeon’s fingers explore you. “I’ve spent weeks filling him with water, fruit, zinc, everything his body needs to make thick, sweet loads. Then I drain his balls myself often enough to keep him producing plenty. All that weight in your hand is fresh cum, sweetheart, and he’s about to pump every drop of it into your mouth.”
"You're talking about me like I'm livestock," you manage, your jaw tight.
"Hush. She needs to understand what she's working with." Minnie looks at Miyeon, whose mouth is still wrapped around your head, sucking with slow, careful pressure. "When he finishes, it's going to be a lot. More than you're expecting. Just hold still, keep your mouth open, and let it happen. Don't try to swallow right away. Let it sit on your tongue so you can actually taste it."
Miyeon pulls off you just long enough to breathe, "Okay," before sinking back down.
Your hips are moving now, small grinding thrusts into the wet heat of her mouth. Miyeon takes them, her plump lips sealed tight around your shaft, her tongue still working that devastating pattern against your frenulum. Her hand massages you below, fingers gentle but curious, squeezing and rolling your balls in a rhythm she seems to be discovering on her own.
The pressure is building low in your stomach, a heavy tightness that spreads through your groin and down into your thighs. Your breathing has gone ragged. Your hands grip the edge of the mattress, knuckles white.
Minnie sees it before you say anything. She reads the tension in your body the way she reads a yoga pose, identifying every strained muscle and held breath. Her hand comes to rest on your inner thigh, her thumb pressing into the tense muscle there.
"He's almost there," she tells Miyeon. Her tone drops, softer, coaxing. "Keep your mouth open. I want you to taste all of it."
Miyeon releases your cock from her lips and tilts her head back, mouth open wide, tongue extended. Her doe eyes look up at you, glassy and nervous and so impossibly pretty. Minnie wraps her fingers around your shaft and aims you directly at Miyeon's waiting tongue, stroking with a firm, steady grip.
The first wave hits you all at once. Your orgasm tears through your body, your hips jolting as your cock throbs violently in Minnie's hand. The first rope of cum is thick and heavy, a solid stripe of white that lands across the center of Miyeon's tongue and pools at the back of her mouth. Miyeon flinches, her eyes squeezing shut for a fraction of a second, but she holds her position. Minnie keeps stroking, squeezing upward, and the second spasm hits even harder than the first. Another thick rope, this one landing across Miyeon's lower lip and the front of her tongue, warm and dense, coating her tastebuds in a heavy layer.
"Stay open," Minnie murmurs. "Good girl."
The third spasm pumps out a long, viscous strand that collects on Miyeon's tongue and immediately begins spreading, warm and thick, mixing with the saliva already pooling there. Miyeon's cheeks flush a deep crimson as her mouth fills, the warm fluid settling across every surface, coating the inside of her cheeks, pooling beneath her tongue. A small amount escapes the corner of her lips, trailing down her chin in a slow, heavy drip.
Minnie milks you through every pulse, her thumb pressing along the underside of your shaft from base to tip, coaxing out each spasm with practiced efficiency. The fourth and fifth spurts are shorter but still substantial, adding to the growing warmth in Miyeon's mouth. Your cum sits on her tongue in a thick, opaque pool, warm and slightly sweet from weeks of pineapple and celery and zinc, the texture dense and silky. Miyeon holds it all, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she tries to contain the volume.
The last few pulses are weaker, just thin streams that Minnie wrings from you with slow, careful strokes. She squeezes from the very base upward, dragging her grip along your entire length, and catches the final bead of cum on her thumb before it can escape. She wipes it across Miyeon's lower lip.
"There you go," Minnie says softly. "All of it. Don't swallow yet. Close your mouth and taste it."
Miyeon's lips close slowly. Her eyes are still wide, still shocked by the sheer amount, but she doesn't pull away. She holds your cum in her mouth, her tongue moving tentatively through the thick fluid, and you watch her expression shift. The furrow in her brow smooths out. Her eyes lose some of their frantic edge. She blinks once, twice, and something like quiet surprise crosses her flushed features.
"Well?" Minnie asks, watching her closely.
Miyeon parts her lips, and you can see the white still pooling on her tongue, thick and warm. "Itsh..." She catches herself, closes her mouth, swishes the cum gently between her cheeks like she's sampling wine. "warhm. An’ sho thick. Buh id doeshn tash bad ad all. Id’sh kinda shweet... no’ like shuggar. Jush... good."
"Told you." Minnie's lips curve. "But don't swallow all of it. Save some for me."
Miyeon's eyes go wide. A muffled sound escapes her throat, something between a question and a squeak. Her cheeks are bulging slightly, still full.
Minnie rises from her knees and moves in front of Miyeon. She cups Miyeon's jaw with one hand, tilting her chin upward, and leans in. Miyeon makes a strangled noise of surprise but doesn't pull back. Minnie's lips meet hers, soft and unhurried, and the kiss deepens as Minnie's mouth opens against Miyeon's.
The transfer happens slowly. Minnie's tongue slides between Miyeon's lips, meticulous and probing, and you can see the moment the cum passes between them. Miyeon's throat works, a small gulp, and then she opens wider, sharing the thick fluid back and forth. Their tongues move together, slick and messy, coated in the heavy white cum that strings between their mouths each time they shift angles. Minnie's hand stays firm on Miyeon's jaw, holding her steady, controlling the pace. Some of the cum escapes during the exchange, trailing down Miyeon's chin, dripping onto the swell of her bare breast.
They pull apart after a long, suspended moment. A thick, glistening string of mixed saliva and cum connects their lower lips, stretching before it snaps and lands on Miyeon's thigh. Both girls swallow at almost the same time, throats bobbing, and Minnie licks the remaining trace from her upper lip.
"See?" Minnie says, her breathing only slightly elevated. "Nothing to be scared of."
Miyeon sits back on her heels, chest heaving, her lips swollen and glistening. Her entire face is flushed, from her cheeks down to her collarbones, and her blonde hair is messy where her hands have raked through it. "That was... a lot. That was really a lot."
"You handled it perfectly."
"No, I mean... the amount." Miyeon blinks, still sounding dazed. "There was so much. How is there that much? What have you been feeding him?"
Minnie lets out a quiet laugh. "Enough, apparently." She tilts her head. "More importantly... what did you think of the taste? The verdict.”
Miyeon runs her tongue over her lower lip, gathering the last trace of flavor with an unhurried curiosity. Her wide eyes settle on you again, the earlier uncertainty giving way to open interest and a quiet eagerness she no longer seems able to hide.
"I liked it. I really liked it." She pauses, seeming almost embarrassed to admit the next part. "Damn, it's really fucking good. It's kind of addictive. That sounds insane, right? I was so scared and now I want more. That's insane."
"It's not insane. It means my regimen works." Minnie looks entirely too satisfied with herself.
Miyeon's gaze drops to your lap. You are still hard, your cock glistening with saliva and the slick residue of your orgasm, resting against your thigh. She stares at it for a long beat, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
“Can we do that again?” She pauses to wet her lips, her attention lingering between Minnie and your cock. “I mean properly this time, with both of us taking turns on him. I want to see what it feels like when we do it together.”
Minnie's laugh is delighted, bright and genuine. "Look at you. One taste and you're hooked."
Miyeon's face burns red all over again, but she does not deny it. Her eyes stay fixed on you, on your cock, and her tongue slips out to wet her lips one more time.
"Lucky boy," Minnie says to you, her fingers wrapping around your still-wet shaft. She gives you a slow stroke, almost absent-minded. "Round two."
You laugh, the sound coming out breathless and shaky because your body has not fully recovered from the first orgasm and already she is handling you again. "You two don't even care about me, do you? I'm just a training dummy."
"Yep," Minnie says.
"Basically," Miyeon adds, and then covers her mouth, shocked at her own boldness.
They both smirk at you. Identical expressions of amusement on completely different faces.
"Feel free to practice on my dick until she's confident enough," you tell them. "I'll manage somehow."
"Oh, you'll manage." Minnie squeezes you and your cock twitches in her grip, already filling out again, the refractory period of a man who has been nutritionally optimized by his girlfriend whether he asked for it or not. She leans down and runs her tongue along the underside of your shaft, base to tip, cleaning the residue from the first round. "Miyeon, get down here. You wanted the full experience."
She positions herself on your left and Minnie takes the right, their bare shoulders pressing together. Two mouths at your disposal. The visual alone is enough to restart your heart.
Miyeon goes first. She leans in and takes your head into her mouth, sinking down with a hunger that was not there ten minutes ago. Her lips stretch around your girth and she moans around you, a soft, genuine sound that vibrates through your entire cock. Her enthusiasm is messy and artless, saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth, her head bobbing at an uneven pace, taking you deep and then pulling off too far before sinking back down. She is making up for her lack of technique with sheer effort, sucking hard, her tongue moving in frantic circles.
"Slow down a little," Minnie coaches, pressing her lips against the base of your shaft and dragging them upward along the side. "Enjoy it. You don't have to race."
Miyeon adjusts, finding a steadier rhythm, and Minnie mirrors her on the opposite side. Their tongues meet along the sensitive underside of your shaft, both wet and warm and moving in different directions, Miyeon's broad and flat, Minnie's pointed and precise. The sensation is staggering. Two different textures of heat sliding against your skin, overlapping, tangling.
"Fuck," you hiss through your teeth.
Minnie pulls back, a strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to your cock. "You taste like my smoothies," she observes, almost to herself. She looks up at you with those calm brown eyes and takes your entire length into her mouth in one smooth, controlled motion. No gag, no hesitation. Her lips press flush against the base of your cock and her throat tightens around your head, and she holds there, breathing steadily through her nose, before pulling back just as slowly. The tightness of her throat dragging along your shaft makes your vision blur.
Miyeon watches with her lips parted, eyes wide. "How did you... how do you just do that?"
"Practice. Lots of it." Minnie wipes her chin and gestures toward you. "Try it. Breathe in deep first, then go down and don't stop. If you feel your throat closing up, swallow instead of pulling back. That opens it up."
Miyeon squares her shoulders, blows out a breath, and lowers her mouth onto you. She takes the first few inches easily, her technique already improved from earlier. Then she pushes further, past where she stopped before, and you feel the tight ring of her throat press against your tip. She gags, her whole body jerking, eyes watering. But she does not pull off. She swallows hard, exactly as Minnie instructed, and her throat opens enough to let your head slip through. A strangled moan escapes her, muffled around your cock, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes.
"Good," Minnie murmurs, running her hand along Miyeon's bare back. "Hold it. Three seconds."
Miyeon holds. Three seconds. Then she pulls back gasping, coughing, drool hanging from her chin in long strings. Her face is a mess of saliva and tears and she is smiling. Actually smiling.
"I did it," she says, breathless and proud.
"You did it." Minnie kisses her shoulder. "Your boyfriend is going to lose his entire mind."
They fall into a shared rhythm after that. No more instruction, no more correction. Miyeon takes you deep while Minnie's tongue works the base, then they switch. Miyeon sucks your tip while Minnie engulfs the rest. Their lips brush against each other constantly, meeting at the midpoint of your shaft, tongues sliding together over your skin. The sounds are obscene, wet and slick and sloppy, mixed with Miyeon's muffled moaning and Minnie's controlled breathing.
Your hands find their hair. Your right hand sinks into Minnie's dark locks, gripping at the root, and your left tangles in Miyeon's blonde waves. You hold them both, steering gently, and they let you. Miyeon whimpers when your fingers tighten in her hair, pushing herself harder onto you in response. Minnie hums with approval, the vibration traveling straight to your core.
Both mouths descend on your shaft simultaneously, one on each side, lips pressed together with your cock between them. They move up and down in unison, their tongues meeting across the top of your shaft, kissing around you, moaning into each other's mouths. The heat is unbearable. Wet, slick, squeezing, two chins dripping with mixed saliva, four eyes looking up at you from below.
Minnie pulls back, catching her breath. She wraps her hand around you, stroking slowly, and looks at Miyeon. "One more thing. A guy who likes a girl who swallows naturally also likes to see her covered in cum. It's basically the rule. You should know that going in."
Miyeon blinks. "Covered? Like... on my face?"
"On your face. On your lips. Dripping down your chin. Guys are visual, Miyeon. He wants to see what you did for him. He wants to look at you and know that you took everything he gave you and wore it." Minnie strokes you with a firm grip, her thumb rubbing circles under your head. "So this time, you're going to get cum on your pretty little face. Both of us are. Consider it the final exam."
The pressure is building again, heavier this time, a deep ache that radiates from your pelvis through your thighs. Both girls are looking up at you, Miyeon's blonde hair tangled around your fingers, Minnie's dark hair gripped in your other fist. Their faces are flushed, lips swollen and shining, cheeks wet with spit. They are pressed shoulder to shoulder, faces tilted upward, mouths open and waiting.
"I'm close," you warn them.
Minnie takes your cock from her stroking hand and aims it directly at their faces. "Stay right there," she tells Miyeon. "Don't move. Keep your eyes open if you can."
The second orgasm tears through you harder than the first. Your cock pulses violently in Minnie's grip and the first thick rope of cum launches across Miyeon's left cheek, a heavy white stripe that stretches from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. She flinches but holds steady, her doe eyes widening as the warmth hits her skin. The second spasm is just as strong, a thick glob that lands on Miyeon's lower lip and tongue, pooling there before dripping down her chin. She gasps, her breath hitching, and the next rope catches her across the bridge of her nose, painting a line of white across her flushed, pretty face.
Minnie angles you toward herself. The fourth spasm streaks across her forehead, a long viscous strand that drips down between her eyebrows. The fifth catches her nose and upper lip, thick and heavy, coating her full lips in a layer of opaque white. She keeps her eyes open, watching your cock twitch and spasm with that same calm, analytical gaze, even as her face gets painted. The sixth spasm is weaker but still substantial, a glob that lands on her chin and immediately begins dripping down onto her tanned chest.
You groan through the final pulses, your hips jerking forward as the last thick beads ooze from your tip. Minnie milks them out with slow, firm strokes, directing the remaining cum onto Miyeon's waiting tongue. The last strand stretches from your slit to Miyeon's lower lip before breaking and settling on her chin.
Both girls kneel before you, faces upturned and glazed. The volume is staggering, thick ropes of white streaking across Miyeon's cheeks, her nose, her lips, her chin. Cum on Minnie's forehead, her nose, her lips, dripping from her chin in slow, heavy drops. They are gasping, blinking through the mess, and then Miyeon starts giggling. A breathless, disbelieving sound that makes Minnie laugh too.
"Oh my god," Miyeon says, touching her cum-covered cheek with her fingertips. The thick fluid smears under her touch, warm and slippery. She pulls her fingers away and a string of white stretches between them. "Oh my god, there's so much. It's everywhere."
Minnie runs her tongue across her upper lip, gathering the cum that has pooled there, and swallows. "Told you. Optimized."
"You're actually insane and I love you."
Minnie turns to face Miyeon. Both of them are a mess, faces shining and streaked. She reaches out and cups Miyeon's jaw, tilting her face. "Hold still."
She leans in and drags her tongue across Miyeon's left cheek, collecting a thick stripe of cum in one long, slow lick from jaw to cheekbone. Miyeon exhales sharply, her eyes fluttering shut. The sensation of Minnie's warm wet tongue sliding across her skin sends a visible shiver through her body. Minnie swallows and licks again, this time across Miyeon's chin, gathering the cum that has dripped there, her tongue pressing firm and thorough against Miyeon's skin.
Miyeon lets out a shaky breath and says, "That's really fucking kinky."
"Good kinky or bad kinky?" Minnie asks.
Miyeon's cheeks burn beneath the thin layer of saliva Minnie has left behind. "Really, really good kinky.”
Minnie kisses the corner of Miyeon's mouth, where a thick glob of cum has collected, and sucks it clean. Then she pulls back and waits. Miyeon gets the message. She leans forward and runs her tongue across Minnie's forehead, licking up the long strand of white that has been slowly dripping down between Minnie's eyebrows. The taste hits her again, warm and thick and sweet, and she moans softly before swallowing. She licks across Minnie's nose, gathering the cum pooled there, then down to Minnie's lips, where their tongues meet again in a messy, slow kiss that mixes saliva and cum between them.
They clean each other's faces with lazy, thorough strokes of their tongues. Minnie licks a trail down Miyeon's cheek to her jaw. Miyeon returns the favor, dragging her tongue along the edge of Minnie's chin where cum has dripped onto her tanned neck. They are savoring it, taking their time, swallowing each collected taste with soft sounds of satisfaction. When they finish, their faces are glistening with saliva but the cum is gone, eaten, shared between them.
Miyeon turns to Minnie, her lips still glistening, her cheeks still burning. "So... could we maybe do this again? Like, one more time before I leave on Saturday?"
Minnie grins, lazy and fulfilled. She wraps her fingers around your spent cock and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your tip. "I'll double his pineapple intake tonight." She tilts her head to look up at you. "Thanks for being a good sport, baby. Knew you'd come through."
Miyeon looks at you too, face flushed and warm, blonde hair an absolute wreck, doe eyes bright with gratitude. "Seriously, thank you. I actually feel ready for once. Like I know what I'm doing now."
You lean back on your elbows, completely spent, cock softening against your thigh. "Anytime. Honestly, the pleasure was mine. You're going to do great with your boyfriend. He has no idea what's about to hit him.”
Jeewon and sean arguing about who has better tits and they ask you and they’re so heated that they just let you use their tits however you want for an answer
Ah yes, Jeewon and Sean lol
In a battle of busts you were to decide the victor, and yet it was too difficult. Everything about their massive mounds was great, they were heavy and soft to the touch. Whether it was grabbing, or sucking on them everything felt right.
It made it impossible to choose who was better. In the end, you were laying on a bed with both women trying to claim that title in your heart. They had moved on from your previous methods and had decided to use their tits on your cock. Jeewon and Swan, however, couldn't decide on who should go first arguing that whoever went second would have an easier time making you cum.
In their arguing they had pushed their soft busts against you, trapping your length between their warm pillowy mounds. They were so caught up in their verbal argument that they didn't even notice your cock twitching from their movements. While they had been arguing Swan and Jeewon's tits had been rubbing against each other your cock caught in the middle, leaking precum all over their massive mounds.
They only noticed when your cum spurted put from between their tits, splashing against their chins and on the tops of their weighty breasts. They glanced at you before turning back to each other, slight smiles appearing. "Should we?" Jeewon asks.
"We should," Swan replied. The first might've been an accident but this second one definitely wouldn't be. The pair added more pressure, suffocating your length between their holy tits, you could feel their hard nipples rubbing against your shaft as they decided to milk you for all you were worth, putting their argument behind them.
The vintage clock on the bedside table had a habit of skipping a beat every thirty seconds, a rhythmic hiccup that usually annoyed the neighbors through the thin walls of the apartment. Yuna, however, was currently focused on the sensation of her own heartbeat thumping in her ears, her muscles feeling like overcooked noodles. She tried to lift her arm to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, but her limb felt heavy, as if it had been replaced by wet cement.
"I don't have any power," she murmured, her voice sounding small and breathless. She wasn't talking about the electricity in the room, which was humming steadily from the bedside lamp, but the sheer, physical capacity to move a single finger.
You let out a soft laugh and pulled her closer, the fabric of the sheets damp and clinging to your skin. The air in the room was warm, smelling of salt and skin. "It's okay, baby," you whispered, kissing the crown of her head. "I'll take care of you."
She let out a long, shuddering exhale, sinking further into the mattress. The aftermath of the last few hours had left her completely spent, her body still buzzing from the repeated squirt that had left her gasping and shaking. She looked up at you, her eyes slightly glazed but full of a quiet, contented warmth, leaning into your chest as if trying to merge her heartbeat with yours.
As the silence settled back into the room, punctuated only by that clicking clock, you shifted slightly to get more comfortable. "Babe," you said, your voice grazing her ear, "next month is our anniversary. What do you want?"
Yuna didn’t answer immediately; she simply pressed her forehead against your collarbone, her breath hitching in a way that suggested she was still recovering from the peaks of the last few hours. The silence stretched, not out of hesitation, but because the weight of her contentment was so heavy it felt physical. When she finally spoke, her voice was a fragile thread, barely audible over the rhythmic hiccup of the clock.
"A dinner with you," she whispered, the words trembling. "And shopping. I just want to spend the day... just us."
You felt a small, knowing smile tug at the corner of your mouth. You knew her preferences—the way she loved the ritual of getting dressed up, the quiet thrill of picking out something small and meaningful to keep as a memento of a specific day. You shifted your leg, feeling the lingering dampness of the sheets, and tightened your hold on her. "That's the easy part," you murmured, kissing her temple. "What else?"
She shifted then, her body sliding against yours with a slow, languid friction. She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours with a sudden, focused intensity that cut through her physical exhaustion. "I want you to do something special for me," she said, her voice regaining a bit of its strength, though still shaky. "Something you’ve never done before. Something that... surprises me."
T/W: Cuck POV, cuckolding, cheating, noncon to dubcon to con, Dub(u)con heheh, Rough, Hardcore
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Things were never better with you and your girlfriend, Dahyun. Not a couple of months ago, you two decided to move in, and now you’re setting up a doggy camera because the two of you wanted to adopt a dog soon.
“Consider this training, oppa.” she needn’t say what for, you already knew what she was referring to. Your hands work faster with setting up at the idea of having a child of your own later down the line.
At your office you kept having flashbacks of that weekend, making you giddy despite being employed in a hell hole. Every now and then you bust out your phone and open the doggy cam's app. There she is. Your little moodmaker, running around the house still unaware that you could see her, evident from her unladylike actions.
It was bliss dating this former idol. On top of being a bombshell, she was kind. She was love incarnate. Dahyun —with all her generosity and tender love for you— even offered to take on the financial matters and have you be a stay-in boyfriend. You politely declined, wanting to treat this princess like the royalty she is. A decision that kept ringing in your ears as you sat in your office, watching the high resolution feed from the doggy cam you set up.
"I’m in a committed relationship now, I don't do this shit anymore” your fair lady protests.
You can only see Dahyun’s backside. In front of her was a towering figure of a man slithering his hand to reach your girlfriend’s ass.
“I’ve heard that before.” The man says, while Dahyun uses her own hand to hopelessly swat away the persistent grabber that digs its fingers on her asscheek. Such actions proved to be nothing but a distraction to your poor girl, as the man was given full access to your girlfriend’s tofu neck. The moment his lips touched her neck, you hear Dahyun's loud wail; one you firmly wanted to believe was a sign of adamance.
“My husband’s gonna come home soon, and he’s gonna kick your fucking ass.” Dahyun says with gritted teeth.
You knew what you should do, but your entire body freezes up. Between Dahyun calling you her husband, lying about when you’d come home, and a man forcing himself on your girlfriend, needless to say, you were paralyzed.
“Then I guess we better hurry huh?” with the way Dahyun’s whimpers turned to moans, it was only logical to think that the man progressed from licking Dahyun’s neck, to sucking on it.
“Ooh, John-" Dahyun finally reveals her assailant's name, making her snap out of her trance.
"YOU FUCKING DICK, KNOW HOW EASILY I BRUISE!” she smacks his chest.
“Know it? Its my favorite thing about our relationship. Well, former relationship” your brain finally makes this mysterious man. He's Dahyun’s ex boyfriend. The only thing that you remember about him was Dahyun’s vague statement: "He made me go crazy."
Until today, you always thought she meant crazy in generally. Today, you'll find out what she actually meant.
Aside from the hammering in your chest, your ears pick up stinted moans, and high pitched sounds. You clung to the delusion hope that these were made out of objection and not stimulation.
All the emotions that stirred within only furthered your pacifism. The only muscle you could move was the one pressing against your pants. You watch Dahyun's hands fight to get out of John's grasp. With each minute, said hands' aggression slowly dwindles, and along it, your hope.
Your guts twist in every way once Dahyun opts to cradle John's head. Your girl not only allows another man to paint her neck, she's encouraging it. John knew that your girl was already putty in his hands, this made his work so much easier.
You didn't even notice it, but your hands were already touching your member through your pants. Each rub makes it throb in pleasure. Each rub was masked behind the delusion idea of 'Its not weird if I jerk off to my girlfriend.' After all, this was better than the sad, pathetic truth.
Dahyun was a game, one that John played all too well, while you were only allowed you to spectate.
A touch on her back.
A grab on her arm.
A squeeze of her thigh.
Aside from the hammering in your chest, your ears pick up moans, grunts, and high pitched sounds that you've only heard from porn, much less from your girl, Dahyun. Unlike you, this man knew where to touch Dahyun to illicit a different moan. You should be ditching work right now to save save your damsel, but instead you press record. There was this inkling lie at the back of your head 'I'm only doing this to take notes.' Wishing to hear that guttural sex voice of hers for yourself.
"You know how to make me leave."
"Asshole, you know I can't do that."
"Is it so hard to make me cum?" This little memory jog made Dahyun click her tongue and finally push him off, making John unclasp his firm grab on her ass with his step back. You were proud of your Dubu, doing what you should've been doing.
It seems like this nightmare was finally over until you see your girlfriend bend her knees. Time slows down for you.
Vividly, you remember her words when you once drew her head to your crotch. ‘Oppa, as a singer, my voice is my biggest asset. No blowjobs.’ so it stung to see her undoing john's belt with both knees flat on the ground. You prayed to every deity that Dahyun had on a face filled with disgust and hate while taking off John's pants. Fishing for his cock, Dahyun almost yelps with how hard John already was.
“Did you keep your promise? That these lips would always be mine?” John traces Dahyun's lips with his cock. Smearing precum around it.
“N-no. Of course not. I only said that in the heat of the moment, idiot. My husband loves it when I give him head.” There she goes again, lying.
“Let’s see how big your husband is.” Dahyun tilts her head to the side, wondering what he meant by that. Suddenly he grabs your girlfriend’s head and forces his cock down her throat with one powerful but controlled pull.
Now, it was John's turn to taint your earphones with sex noises. The woman you held dear to your heart was being treated like a fleshlight. Pull and push. Pull and push. Pull and push. This jackass totalled 3 facefucks from your girl before letting go. You expect Dahyun to retreat and cough, but all she did was wipe the spit off her face and make slurping noises as her ex looks down on her with a smug look.
“I’m impressed. Your husband managed to retain your non-existent gag reflex. Man must be as big as me.”
“The biggest” her words stroke what little ego you had, while her hands stroke her ex’s manhood. Such small hands weren't enough for his thick cock, however, so he instead resumes his cock's carnage on her throat. You hear him have the time of his life, spitting profanity in the air.
“THERE'S THAT FAMOUS SINGERS' THROAT I FUCKING LOVE SO MUCH!"
"I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CONTRACT AROUND MY COCK!"
"YOU'RE SO NEEDY. KEEP UP THAT VACUUM SUCK, SLUT."
Those were only some of the words that registered in your spinning brain. You couldn't do nothing besides rubbing your cock furiously through your pants.
You knew Dahyun was a goodgirl, but the sight of her with her hands behind her back was taking it to another level. John keeps piercing those lips that you love kissing so much with his cock, while Dahyun never once gagged. In fact, if you weren't fooling yourself, you could've sworn that her squelchings were ones of longing, not pain.
Her gag reflex might be trained, but her jaw still needed a break, so scuffles her knees a few steps back Dahyun to take a breather. A breather that John never gave her. Each time Dahyun retracted, he simply took a few steps forward so that the gap closes between them.
Again and again, that was their little dance until they were as close as possible to the doggy cam.
John finally lets up, giving your girlfriend a break from the vicious oral assault.
"Ever so needy, Dubu~" John says, feeling the wet floor with his feet. Even looking back and confirming how much cunt juice Dahyun was leaking through her panties. John kneels down and takes off the resting girl's clothes, almost ripping them off with how excited he is.
Your breathing quickens. You never thought your doggy cam would pick up such a feed. 'I guess technically, doggystyle is still a type of doggy' John turns Dahyun around and presses on the back of her neck to position her according to every man's desire.
"Ass up, face down, bitch" he says, slapping his slobbered cock into her entrance.
"No wai-" the still-weakened girl denies entrance to no one. John enters her leaky cunt the same way he entered her mouth. Giving you what you wanted expected to hear from the earlier skullfuck; whines and signs that your girlfriend is having a hard time taking another man's cock.
“I guess your husband loved your throat a little too much. I don’t remember this pussy being this tight.” He rubs on Dahyun’s ass as he gives her the courtesy of waiting for her tight pussy to adjust.
“PULL OUT. PULL. THE FUCK OUT. YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M NOT SAFE TODAY!” Dahyun squirms to do something about the bare cock that entered your place of worship. John smirks, grabbing Dahyun’s face that was pressed to the ground and strokes it tenderly. Her ex starts to move a little, making Dahyun grunt in pain.
“Wait. At least let me adjust. Fuckkkk” Dahyun said. With one cheek pressed to the ground, she searches for his eyes for mercy.
“Remember how we used to loosen your pussy?” Before Dahyun could reply, her ex maneuvers his upper body to force the two into a kiss. Their height difference makes it harder for Dahyun so she had to use her hands to prop herself up, actions that her ex prevented by slamming her back down. He insisted that he be the one to do the bending as to allow himself to be as balls deep into your girlfriend as possible. His hips did micro thrusts that increased depth with each touch of his cockhead on her cervix. The kiss never broke, but Dahyun’s facade was certainly starting to, as you hear her moans double in frequency.
“See?” He told Dahyun, finally ending their makeout “Works like a charm.”
“Y-you asshole. It still fucking hurts, a-and I hate it!”
“Whatever”
Dahyun was finally given the privilege of propping herself up. With both hands supporting her, she faces the doggy cam point blank, her annoyed expression instantly changes to pleasure once her ex couldn’t see her face anymore.
Since when was your girlfriend capable of lie after lie?
She says she doesn’t enjoy this, and yet her eyes roll everytime John bottoms out her pussy.
She says she likes your size, and yet she had her legs spread apart that you weren't even aware was possible.
She says she likes tender, love-filled sex, and yet she sticks her tongue out when John bunches her hair and tugs on it like a leash.
Your time as a single man helped you identify what you were seeing on the screen. There was no doubt that your girlfriend was in so much pleasure that she was making the hentai-renowned face, ahegao.
You press your cellphone on your crotch —as if you would ever have the pleasure of doing it to her in real life— still justifying your actions with delusion. 'She must've known I could see her, so she made a face only I could appreciate'
Or so you thought.
Dahyun’s face was definitely out of sight for John, but he didn't have to see it to know that she had her tongue out. John reaches in front of her and uses her tongue to wet his fingers. With wet fingers, John instantly finds your beloved’s clit, and gives the same brand of relentless ravaging.
With John's cock reaching all the different depths of your girlfriend's pussy, and his rough fingers going to town on your girlfriend's clit were masterfully working together to make Dahyun reach ecstasy. Making a mess of your living room carpets with the drool pooling beneath her chin.
Dahyun was a puppet at this point. A simple tug from a string caused chains of reactions. Her clit was barraged by fingers, saliva, and her own wetness. She throws caution to the wind and screams to her heart’s content. One that would certainly harbor a noise complaint.
You focus your attention elsewhere, finally responding to the texts your landlord sent regarding noise complaints. Like a good cuck boyfriend, you answer on your bull's loving girlfriend's behest, easing the mind of your landlord, and making sure that you watching your girlfriend get fucked by her ex wasn't interrupted with someone knocking on the door.
“YOU LIKE THAT? DID YOU FUCKING MISS DADDY?”
“N-NO. I'M JUST-- DOING THIS--- TO MAKE YOU CUM--- F-FASTER..” Dahyun tries to say in between animalistic breaths.
“TELL THAT TO YOUR BODY. I STOPPED MOVING THE MOMENT WE BROKE OUR KISS.” and with that, the ruse she thought she was playing was over.
“YOU’RE MAKING ME SUCH A BAD BAD WIFE, JOHN. NNNGGHHHH” she whines and whines, but never stops jutting her hips to make her ex’s cock hit her tight walls in all the right places.
“YOU’RE A BAD BITCH. AND A WHORE OF A WIFE. YOU FUCKING LOVE THIS.” John slaps Dahyun’s ass so strong that it clips the audio you hear “YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH THAT YOUR CUNT SQUEEZES ME EACH TIME I SLAP YOUR ASS.”
John alternates each ass cheek. You could only imagine how your girlfriend would hide her red asscheeks from you, and if you're being honest, you're hoping she doesn't.
Bending his body down to do a hugging doggystyle on your girl, he chokes Dahyun, stopping your girlfriend from fucking herself using her ex's cock. He takes the wheel, ravaging her cunt in a way no man ever could.
“IS THIS GONNA MAKE YOU CUM? TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH, DAHYUN.” those words were spoken to deaf ears. Dahyun grunts, whines, moans. She was in such pleasure that tears start to go down her cheeks. You anticipate her impeding release, much like the ones you were responsible of, everytime you two were in bed.
“YOU KNOW IT WONT….
YOU FUCKING KNOW IT WONT...
EVER SINCE THAT GANGBANG...
YOU AND I BOTH KNOW KNOW I CAN’T CUM FROM JUST ONE HOLE BEING TAKEN” That was the last straw for you. You always took pride in satisfying your woman. She always defended herself with Not all women squirt. But today, you were made to watch how she wasn’t just lying to her ex, but she was also lying to you; her ‘hubby’.
“THERE'S MY GOOD GIRL.” John manhandles Dahyun to help her up. Reverse cowgirl was the poison he chose. You see your girlfriend ride another man’s cock in full hd view. As close as possible. As naked as the day she was born. Needy for release.
“ONE IN YOUR PUSSY.” John escalates his thrusts to maximum speed
“ONE IN YOUR ASS.” his finger comes behind Dahyun. You didn’t need to see where it was lodged up to know what it penetrated.
“AND ONE IN MY MOUTH PLEASEEE” Dahyun finishes his words for him. Pleading through a shaky voice. John fishhooks his finger to Dahyun’s inner cheek. You see Dahyun's playful tongue reaching and reaching for that rough finger stretching her mouth.
Each orifice was occupied. Each hole was violated. All by a single man. With this combination of pleasure, Dahyun’s eyes were no more. All you could see was the white of her eyes, for her pupils had reached so far back.
It doesn't take long for her hips to quake, so bad in fact that it looked like she was vibrating. The fat on her thighs kept jiggling. While her hands looked helpless, reaching for something, anything, and everything at once. Dahyun convulses. She cums so hard that she looked like she was in pain.
‘Not everyone squirts, oppa.’ was a memory you had to try your best forgetting, as you see Dahyun squirt so hard that some of her love juices reach the lens of the camera.
Rubbing harder and harder through your pants, you cum. At least in your own mind, you two still 'came together'.
“And do you remember how I cum?”
You see Dahyun resting her back on John’s chest, breathing heavily after her magnificent waterworks.
“Go ahead, you can use my phone.”
“J-john… I cant…”
“What do you mean you cant? Are you blueballing me???”
“All of them..... are in committed relationships now, John.... I can’t turn them into ch-”
“Cheaters? Like you, today? Cmon, if you can get past it, I’m sure they can too.”
“N-no means no. Please, I’ll suck you off.” Dahyun still has a hard time catching her breath “I’ll let you use any hole. I’ll even let you take a video. I can make you cum on my own. Just please, leave my group out of it-aAAAAAAAAAAAHHH”
John pinches Dahyun’s swollen nub, peppering his fingers and ignoring that she just came. Your girlfriend’s ex didn’t fancy the fact that he was being denied the opportunity to fuck more than 1 Twice member at the same time. Dahyun gets the brunt of his wrath. Your girlfriend was already commissioned as his fleshlight, what’s the harm in being his stressdoll too, right?
John retracts his cock, making your girl think he was about to up and leave. But just before his tip slides off, he bottoms out into Dahyun. Fucking her still-sensitive cunt like there were no tomorrow.
FUCK “Tzuyu sitting on my face.”
FUCK “Momo and Jihyo 2-way titfuck”
FUCK “Chaeyoung full nelson”
FUCK “Tying up Nayeon”
FUCK “Jeongyeon freeuse”
FUCK “Sana rimjob”
FUCK “Mina anal”
Dahyun’s ex lists more&more of the things that he could be doing right now with each member. Memories flood back to Dahyun’s dopamine-flooded brain with the debauchery that all 10 of them participated in at one point in time. A speck of history that she wished she would just forget, especially when she anticipated her former lover to save the best of last. John presses his lips behind Dahyun’s ear, and with the breathiest words he says
“Dahyun.Gangbang.”
You’ve met Dubu’s friends before, it was no secret that each one of them were fuckable, so it didn’t help that John just listed all the wicked things their bodies were best used for. Images of Twice doing the things John said started rushing to your brain, getting you hard again. You start rubbing your cock once more. The guilt, and self-loathing kicked in once you notice your imaginations were infested with John doing such sexual acts to them instead of yourself.
You wonder if John was aware you were imagining the things he listed out, for amidst your imagining, he starts doing each descript thing he spoke, but only to one member of Twice.
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You had to spend both breaks and your lunch with your office door locked, not wanting to miss a moment of the action. Your girlfriend and her ex fucked like two animals in heat for more than an hour.
True to his word, John was unable to cum. Such could not be said with Dahyun, however. She rode him, let him use all her holes in all sorts of different positions. But in the end, Dahyun couldn’t get the job done. John heads for the door disappointed, he finally leaves your cheating girlfriend alone.
You hear nothing but sobs from the poor undone girl. Dahyun grabs her phone, and you already knew that she’ll call you. You fix yourself up and get your bearings. Dahyun tries her best to rid her face off sweat and spit as she waits for her call to be picked up
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“Hello?.... Hubby?.... I did something really bad” Dahyun sobs through the phone
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The world turns a little slower. You almost had a migraine with how much your brain was trying to process what was happening. You hear Dahyun’s voice speak
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But you could only hear it through the doggy cam's app.
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Your phone received no call from your beloved Tofu.
Next Episode ->
HEY! First off, I'm a new writer! Second, I am quite aware that this is a very kinky and not-so-regular fetish so if you made it this far then I hope I can make a fan out of you! I don't know if I'll be focusing on this genre, but I do know that I like this kink and plan on doing more stories like this in the future.
A/N: Thanks for waiting!~ (More A/N at the end of the smut)
<- Previous episode
“I...am… so... so... sorry…” Dahyun enunciated. Making sure you heard every ounce of regret behind each word. The moment you entered the home you two built, she ran to you. Worriedly telling you about what happened earlier with John; the man who had his way with the woman of your dreams while you sat back, and stroked your cock in the tiny cube your company had the guts to call an office.
The windows were spotlights. Her spotlight. The afternoon's sun painting her golden like her confession was some best selling novel instead of betrayal.
She had on fresh clothes. The clothes that probably smelled like their shared scent were gone. She probably burned them. Ridding you the chance to know how she smelled like getting fucked by a real man. Good riddance.
"I- I promise it was a mistake" she said that like she were begging. Begging you to hear her out. Begging you to stay. Begging you to stop making that unreadable face.
Begging you to stop being so far away from her like she was strapped with a bomb. But there was no bomb. Just remorse, and truth.
Your silence makes her go for broke. Leaping at you to close the gap in your relationship, making you crash against the door, ringing steel and oak that cuts through the peace of the apartment complex.
Dahyun buries her face on your neck, wetting it with her sob. Unable to look you straight in the eye as she pleads with skin, with warmth, with her lithe figure that she knows you know fit perfectly in your frame like a puzzle piece.
She was practically molding her flesh with your work clothes. Her thighs on yours. Head on your neck. Arms on your chest. And crotch on...
"John was a mistake. A mistake that..." Her sin gets stuck in her throat.
"A mistake that wont ever---" She backs her midriff off your crotch
"Wont ever----" The sentence dies off.
Your lungs deflate like Exodus as she suddenly grabs your cock.
Your eyebrows furrow, and you were about to scold her for thinking that sexual favor would get her out of this.
But you didn't. For her eyes held curiosity laced with accusation. She finally looks up at you, showing you puffed eyes. Peering like she studied the windows to your soul.
Then she looked down to what her hand felt. Hardness.
Her eyes narrow as she feels the outline of your member. The cogs in her brain start to work, and so does her hand. Tentatively pumping you in shallow closed-fist strokes.
"John... he- he used me."
Pulse
"Took advantage of me"
Pulse
"Baby... he made me cum..."
That was your limit, and your zipper knew it too, clinking. Faint. Struggling to contain what new length you've reached.
The remorse starts leaving her face. Replaced with shock. Each pulse, each truth your body revealed dropped her jaw lower. Discovering what pleasure you found from her sin.
You had nothing. Absolutely nothing. For you knew that your body spoke louder than whatever words you could put together.
Dahyun closes the gape in her mouth. And with calculated movement, she brings your hand to her face. Slowly. Akin to testing waters. Cupping it with closed eyes. Cupping it so dearly you'd think you were holy. She smells your knuckles. Her forehead wrinkles at the smell of fax machine ink and an honest day's work. Seconds entailed. Ones that she stretched. Pausing time so she could hear what truth pulses on your wrist.
The agony in her face had long since past, replaced with duty, and a determination you've only seen backstage when TWICE was still active.
Dahyun guides you to the bedroom. Getting on her knees to trek the duvet as she pulls you to lay.
No more words. No more tears. Just duty.
You've never seen your sweet little tofu like this before. The girl who giggled everytime you kissed her. Your pillow princess that always felt the need to ask permission to be the little spoon.
No.
This was a different girl.
Confident.
Evident by her spreading your legs so she could use your thigh as her seat.
She undoes your zipper. Taking her time with each tooth. Click, click, click.
With her off hand, she grabs your chin. Demanding your gaze as she fishes for your cock.
"Tell me how you feel... about your woman being taken"
You look away. Clinging to what pride you had left, until she uses her thumb to trace your crown. Practically purple. Longing for her touch ever since this afternoon.
Your face contorts to the friction of soft thumb on rigid flesh.
Yet. Still no reply on your end.
"Baby" she drags her manicure on your tender cock to get your attention. Making you hiss, and return her gaze, witnessing her knowing smirk.
"I promise never to do something like that ever again..." Dahyun said that like she didn't regret it, all the while taking her time to drag the soft of her hand across your length. From the very tip of your engorged head, to the deepest depth that the fat of your base allowed her to push down on. "but something tells me you don't want that..."
"That you don't want me to be your pure Tofu" stroke
"monogamous..." stroke
"only yours..." stroke
"You want to share me, dont you?"
You've been made. You cuck.
She revealed more of the afternoon to you in excruciating detail while jerking you off. As hot as it was, you can't help but shift expressions. From frustration of her soft handjob, to a face that's starting to realize that she didn't know about your front row seat via the doggy cam.
She picks up on that. You see it in her face. Doubt mixing with the fear of losing someone she loved... The same face she had finding out some members were leaving JYPE way back when.
So she doubles down. Stroking you with a close grip. Harder. Almost desperate. While the other hand kneads your balls.
“This is still my favorite cock, Y/N oppa... Not John's who made me cum" your heart skips a beat
"Nor the landlord who lowers our rent... nor the janitors' who turn a blind eye for association dues..." full pause went your pulse.
This woman... not only did she admit further promiscuity, but she broke your word as a man—effectively nulling your promise to pay for every single cent of this place.
Never in your wildest dreams nightmares did you think that your wallet would ever work together with your girlfriend's holes to pay for this place. The broken promise. The treachery.
Your guts tighten, tugging your dick to stand acute. Almost flat on your belly. To which her hand never disconnects from your cock.
She spent hours jerking you off as she spat molten words of treachery that should've pushed you out the door. Not cum like a fucking fire hose.
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Under the refuge of the night. You lay in bed. Still.
Sifting through her hair like it untangled your feelings. Your heartstrings play dissonant chords while you allow even the moon to touch your lady laying on top of you, painting silver trimmings on her body.
"Dahyun... I'm so lost..." you told the lady laying atop you. She finished drawing nothing on your chest by sealing it with a kiss. Dahyun looks up to meet your eyes. And finds your hand without even a glance. Cupping it. Locking it. Like a promise.
She waited. Savoring the seconds it took for your heart to settle.
"I'll guide you through this" she simply said.
You chose to believe her. As she had nothing but adoration behind those tight peepers of hers.
"Did... did you... really fuck the Janitors?... And the Landlord?..." you looked away. This was all too new for you after all. "Is that why they keep staring at your ass when you're not looking?"
She didn't answer that. Making you drop your gaze and see her blushing. Hiding behind balled fist.
"N-no... DO THEY REALLY CHECK ME OUT? I ONLY SAID THAT TO GET YOU TO CUM." she was nervously giggling.
"How did you even kn--"
She traps your query with a kiss.
"Because your heart spoke to me" and there she goes again replacing the sun with that smile. That wide one that makes her look like a bean.
She hits your chest "Yah. I am not a bean" Dahyun stays her hand. Feeling the thump of your heart.
She then lay the side of her head on your chest like every thump of it was a language only she could decipher...
"Baby?... I don't want YOU to pay for everything around here." she gets up on her elbows "I want US to pay for everything. Together."
You were about to go on another one of your spiels. 'I want to treat you like royalty' 'I want to keep my promise' this that and the other thing, to which she seals your rant with a finger on your lips. Stopping you before you could start.
She lifts her eyebrows. Hinting at the possibilities. You start putting two in two together.
"What were you thinking?" you asked. Your new-found fetish beating out your principles as a man.
"Well? Remember that promotion they didn't give you last week?" she shows that idol smirk—the one you thought was reserved for freakishly spotting cameras, shining like it'll spot yet another. Soon. Very soon.
"You willing to bet your boss is a ONCE?"
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The next morning was like any other. Teeth brushed. Body bathed. Clothes picked out. But this time around? You were the one staying home, and she was the one going to the office.
"Okay baby, let's go through the plan one last time." you said as you helped her dry her hair.
She clears her throat. "My man" God, that phrase made your shoulders feel weightless. She smiled at that; you being all too easy to read.
"My man... THAT I LOVE... has been passed over for a promotion time and time again. And just last week, the position he's yearned for was filled by some outside hire—who knows nothing about the company despite being an up and coming prodigy scouted by all the headhunters in Seoul---" you cut her off.
"Yeah, maybe don't remind my boss about the credentials I'm up agaisnt."
"Babe, do you really think your boss will notice a word when I'm wearing THIS?" she gets up and turns, letting her free-flowing skirt give you a flash of her white panties. Easily. It was practically a belt. It wasn't clothing, it was sexual harassment waiting to happen. And the idea of it stirs your loins.
"Can't forget about this, right babe?" she said, wearing glasses that reads RayBan at the side of the frame.
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You counted the minutes before she got back. She was late. And every second made you think of all the possible reasons as to why. An hour, maybe two, passed before she finally got home.
"MISSION COMPLETE, BABY" Dahyun ran to you in a hug, letting you smell her after-sweat mixing with someone else's perfume. Before you could let a word out, she leads you to the bedroom with tons of kisses on your face. She pushes you to sit on the bed while she navigates her phone to open up the Meta Glasses app. She hands you her phone and sits beside you so you could watch together.
"He was so easy to get hard. So so easy. So so fast…" Your boss's age comes to mind. And her words nibble at the feet of a brewing fear..
"He was so excited. So raw. With a cock barely bigger than my hands" her gentle words tie around your neck like a noose. Dahyun kept gnawing at your ear while her hands fiddle to press play.
Her heels click and clack the floors you've trudged through a million times already. The stains, the cracks, the dirt trapped between the lines that separates the tiles. Never did you think you'd view them through her eyes. Walking toward the goal of fucking another man to get you the promotion you claim you deserve.
It wasn't hard to distinguish where your boss's office was. Only a select few was valued in your company. And management made sure the difference between the likes of you and the likes of them were distinct. The upper management's offices all look the same. Heck, even the door. Everything seemed normal at this point.
Dahyun lets herself in to get a scope of the landscape. And you peer at the familiar room layout. Wide area, grand windows, carpeted floors, and a cherry wood table at the center of it all. Fat and scotch brown, adorning curves that didn't need to prove itself as fine craftsmanship.
'Wait a minute...' you thought.
Dahyun explores with slow curiosity. The camera panning with every turn of her head. This is truly the office layout of your dreams... too much like it, in fact....
The voice in your head gets interrupted by her shaky camera work
Dahyun gets on her tippy toes to sit atop the cherry wood table. She grabs the glasses and lets you see what your boss will see once he enters. All of her. Soft cotton long sleeves up top. And below? Practically nothing. Panties barely covered by her flowy skirt. Nothing else. Not even shame. "Let's hope he's a ONCE, baby"
Click went the door. Sounding like the pin of a grenade.
"Fuck." your boss said, followed by heels of shoes sounding faster and stronger and closer to your girl.
She bites her lips at the sight of him, while the glasses were still angled for you to see her instead of your boss.
A clearer background shows. And you notice the bookshelves, hollow. The walls, clearly repainted. The floors, all too clean for your boss's nervous pacings.
Your gut tells you something was wrong, but your cock blocks it out. Add Dahyun's hand tracing the pipe-shaped hardness behind your house shorts.
"I'm happy that that's your reac--mHPPh" he lunges, causing her to drops the glasses on the table, not letting you see anything past her hips up. Hips and thighs that your boss was already busy kneading. Mandhandling.
You didn't didn't need visuals to know that your boss was devouring your woman like he was trying to suck out her soul.
His lust was immediate, you could tell from the audio alone. You didnt need to see it. But God did you want to.
Dahyun kissed your cheek with equal frenzy as you tune into the video on her phone. "By the way? Your boss was ONCE." She smiled agaisnt your skin.
"What the hell is a ONCE." he said in a hurry. Then unbuckled his pants in a hurry. Spread your girlfriend's legs. In. A. Hurry. As he works his pants off, he crouches, finally revealing his face. Smug. Young. Definitely not your boss's. Your thumb presses pause so hard and so fast that you almost cracked the screen.
"BABY..." Your world flips. This wasn't your boss.
"bABY!... YOU FUCKED THE WRONG GUY... I TOLD YOU WHICH OFFICE RIGHT?!" you raised your voice in panic. You weren't mad. Maybe your cock was, sure, but you more so concerned. All her efforts poured down the drain.
"Yes you did... but your boss said that firing this clown would cost your company an arm. And promoting you would cost a leg. Baby I threw everything at your boss, but he said if he agreed to our terms, there would be no more company for you to supervise... so..."
"You made Keith quit"
She bites your earlobe softly. And she slowly drags her teeth away from it. "Exactly."
It made sense.
But sound logic didn't make you the stop feeling like shit.
Because first he took your promotion. And now, your girl.
Dahyun's smile twitched like she was fighting for it to not crook. Like she knew this twist would make this sweet all the more bitter. More interesting.
With deft hands, she resumes the video and takes off your shorts and boxers. Fast. Scrunching, and scratching courtesy of her manicure. The one she told you she had gotten done so she looks prettier for your boss. A treat reaped by the man you hate the most in the office.
"Ooh myyy, babyyy" she purred. Seeing your cock. So wet and fat and constantly streaming precum. Begging for attention. She moaned with every bead of arousal you leaked. "Ooohhh my my my~"
You were about to whine with how she merely stared at your erect cock, until she looks back at the video.
Dahyun strokes Keith's cock. Harder and harder she went. Not because he was hot—he was. This wunderkind doesn't shut up about his gym sessions—but because he was... not gifted... Her strokes were not ones to please a lover. No. It goading. And expectant. Like she was demanding more, but was far too polite to ask 'this was it?' outright.
Like on queue, she palms your heated balls with her frigid hands. Dragging up and down on sync with the way she gave Keith a handjob. She palmed you so hard that your cock stuck to your belly. So hard that your pubes tugged and hitched and "Fuckkk"
She treated your words like the gun that starts a race. Making a fucking mess on your cock. Her fist closed around your tip and recklessly spread friction and precum all across your shaft. Up and down. She abandons video Dahyun's pace. Her handjob rung squelch noises across the room. Each stroke more uncaring of the filth she's making than the last.
You notice her eyes peeking sideways, checking the video yet again.
"Mmmhh now the nipples, slut"
Your blood burns at his derogation, but it reaches boiling point once she follows his instruction.
Both in the video. And onto you.
Keith was tall. Taller than you. So Dahyun didn't need to hunch so awkwardly to have her tongue play with his hairy nipples, all the while the love of your life never forgot to keep jerking this jerk's cock.
Actions she bring to life by making you experience it first hand.
"NnGHHHH" came your whining, as this was your first time with this sensation. You felt so sensitive. Your flesh crawls into goosebumps. Your short hairs stand as your Dubu introduces you to a new realm of pleasure thanks to your rival Keith.
Keith... Your mind was blendered at this point. Brain stem tugged at every which way. Not knowing if you should thank the rat bastard or shove his ass to the ground. Your eyes cross. But here goes the video again pulling you back to Earth.
Slap slap slap slap slap went his cock on her entrance. Giving you a hint of how wet the both of them were. Your girl, and your rival.
She gets on top of you like a good cowgirl. Slowly descending. Your wetness mixing with hers as you part her innie pussy. She moans. And your lungs rattle anger. For right now, she sounded exactly like she did in the video. Hinting that her satisfaction with you only equaled her satisfaction with Keith.
"Can you feel it?" once fully bottomed out, she rocks her hips in small circles. "Can you feel the indentation his cock left inside me?"
"Feel it baby, feel how much deeper you can reach compared to his crooked cock" she fucking worshipped your length, but the face she made said otherwise. Her legs quiver with hardship as she ascends.
"Feel the details of his cock etched into me... Feel how... You're bigger. And yet he STILL got to fuck me." she slammed herself down. Your balls hitting her thick tofu thighs.
Keith had the upper hand, for in the video, your girl was letting him rut and rut and rut like a fucking dog burying a bone.
She ascends yet again.
"Totally not embarrassing, right?" slam, then up again
"That someone so inferior is treating me like you would" slam.
"Or maybe, like John would" that was the last straw. Before the former TWICE member could slam back down, you hold the swell of her hip to stop her. And you fucking impale your cock inside her.
She moaned.
Or at least she tried.
For all she could procure was a soundless scream as you claim her.
"Like I would" you reaffirm. Accepting that John absolutely wrecked your girl yesteday. It lit a fire inside you. A fire that aims to to cauterize John's indelible name off her mouth.
You angle, making sure that you pierce that 'indent' that she claims Keith left. "Keep those legs steady baby" you said through grit teeth, as you rub and rub and rub Keith's claim in her insides.
Her cries of pleasure bounce off the walls of your room, drowning out the sounds of Keith railing your beloved.
"MY LEGS ARE ON FIRE" she screamed. And she was right. You see her legs spasming as they were hooked on Keith's elbow and shoulder.
"THEY WERE. THEY REALLY WERE, BABY, I'M SO SORR--" her legs give out, the sear of lactic acid on her thighs and quads were all too much, causing her to spear herself on your cock. The unguided descent made her spine quake like it threatened to crumble, as your cock threatened to pierce her cervix right through.
While you? Your heart tinged. For her legs had strength for Keith, but only enough for Keith. Like he had drained her strength and left you with nothing.
That didn't sit right with you, so without undoing your connection, you flip her. Missionary, like in the video. Two can play this game. You place the phone next to her head and you roll your hips like you've never before. Exploring her sex like you've never before. Making her pleasure your mission like you've never before.
Your ass cheeks tighten with the way you hoist every enter. Digging through her floor and ending it with a cock flat on her cervix. "nnGHH, NNGHHH"
Your exits weren't reprieve, they were extensions of your intention. To pleasure. To love. To mark every inch of her sex like you were branding her. Rather than pulling back, you were widening your legs. Squishing her perineum using your base. Physics did the work, as the cramped hole caused your cock to scrape her roof. "FUCKK"
Dahyun cussed with your every repeating motion. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK."
"I'M YOUR MAN, KIM DAHYUN" you said that like she didn't know. Like you didn't say it every time you bed her. You were right to do so though, as this pottymouth wasn't the same Catholic woman you fell for. And you made sure to introduce your new self to her new self.
"fUCK... FUCK FUCK FUUh----" her insides shut around you so tight that it felt like she's squeezing you out. Making you pump all that much harder. The noises she made weren't hers anymore. It was satisfying violence. Like glass shattering. Similar to the image you thought you've accurately painted of her.
She gripped the sheets at first, then the pillows, then the headboard. Anything to root her onto reality. Her hands looked like they were swatting the air violently, unknowing what to use as an anchor—for each of your hurried thrusts caused beautiful ripples onto her pudgy white thighs. Heavenly turbulent.
"H- H- H- " she had nothing left but tentative huffs of air rid of profanities, saving her breath to stay conscious. "Where, baby?
"Where can I cum?"
"Where can I cum?"
You ask the same question as the phone. Making you finally look up at it again after what felt like hours of rutting your girl.
Dahyun puts a hand on Keith's defined abs to stop his pumpings.
An action she mimics on your less-chiseled tummy. The only difference was her face... or rather... mask...
In the video, she had on the same mask she wore yesterday. You remember, right? The mask she wore as John turned her into his toy. One of concern, but with eyes so epicly dilated that its curving into hearts.
But you weren't Keith. So you hold her down. And ;ock her hips around your waist, so you can freely piston her to chase your ending. Your panting mixed with laughter cause you are a petty petty man. You wanted to experience something Keith never will.
You were almost there "I'm gONNA fUCKING PAINT YOUR INSIDES KIM DAHY--"
"w-WAIT!" you heard her video self protest, to which Keith replies by swatting your girlfriend's hand away and grab her hips. Same as you were doing right now, but without warning. Without the need to verbalize your claim on her body. There was no pettiness. He just took what he wanted the same way he did your job. Rocking his hips as he deposits his seed deep inside your Kim Dahyun.
His conservative length led to his cum leaking out so easily. So fast. You mightve wanted to paint her insides, but Keith? Keith painted her thighs with the way his spunk dripped down on them. Like some sick perk of having a small cock.
That visual didn't push you off the edge, it SHOVED you to oblivion. Straining your balls so hard that the line between pain and pleasure began to fade, and you cum ropes, strings, and fireworks inside your girlfriend. Cock pressing hard to push inside her limit. Until her insides tell you that this was as deep as her biology went. Cock pressing like you're coping that 'at least Keith's small cock never got to taste her womb.'
But you knew.
You knew that you'll have to 'experience something Keith never will' another day. Cause tonight, you are on equal footing with him—creampie-ing the love of your life. Despite how much longer your cock was.
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The video ends. Frozen at the last frame.
The room only sounds chased breaths.
You still had your softening cock deep inside her. Locking your offsprings in this former idol.
Dahyun had on the most whimsical face. Proud. And satisfied. Like she asked for everything and got everything.
None of the footages ever showed this. All of her snow white self in the most wrecked of ways. Hands up. Sweat shining sheens on her pits and tits and tummy and oh God you've never seen her look so willingly vulnerable. Unguarded, by choice. To you. And only you.
You feel butterflies mob your stomach. Like this was the first time you've seen Kim Dahyun. The real Kim Dahyun.
With locked hips, you bend down. Gently. Shy. Like this was the first time you two ever had sex. First time to have her face to face. Your lips travel around. Chin, cheek, temple, forehead.
She giggles at the suddenly shy stance that her stud took tonight. So she takes initiative. Grabbing you by the shoulders and kissing you to seal the night.
Your slumber had tough competition tonight.
For this Dahyun was surreal reality. One that you never knew you dreamed of.
I wrote this a lot longer than my past smuts since I feel like I owe that to all the people who—after all this time—are STILL waiting for part 2🤣
TMI: I was actually on the heels of doing something so irritatingly convoluted and complex until I realized that I should erase everything and write something that would satisfy me, not scrutiny.
I hope this was worth the 2 years, 10 weeks, and 2 days wait!
P.S. Thank you for all the words and all the "definitely not cucks" in my inbox. The words you left there—although never replied to—truly did make a difference upon writing this piece.
Her words echoed in your mind like a ripple in a cave of nowhere.
“HEY!”
You snapped to the sound of a loud slam.
“H-huh??? Oh! Ms Baek! You’re there.” You didn’t know how long she had been there since you’d been drowned in thoughts of Jieun’s absurd proposal last night.
“I’ve been standing here for a while already. You’re daydreaming in the middle of work!” She sets down a can of coffee.
This girl needs something.
“Sorry— wait a minute! Aren't you chatting with your friend in a coffee shop in the middle of the day!?” In fact, it’s not like you usually zone out during working hours; it just happened that you’re in the most surprising state you’ve ever been in.
“Yes… WAIT! SO IT’S YOU!” She points to you as if you did something wrong- did you?
“Huh?”
“I can’t believe you tried to ditch me at the HR office a day ago!” She got it right; when it comes to gossiping, Jiheon is one of the usual suspects.
“Uhhh… I didn’t.” You denied; you didn’t plan to ditch her- just curious whether she went home early.
“You didn’t, since I happened to be the one who picked up the phone!” She had a point.
“Whatever. What do you want?” You took the can of coffee she had for you, opened it, and had a sip.
“I heard Saerom came yesterday.” Her eyes squinted. Right, Saerom mentioned that she was the friend that she met up with. This girl didn’t even mention her, not even once.
“Yeah, Ms Lee called her. You didn’t tell me that you’re friends with her.” You sulk; it’s not like you always wanted to meet Saerom. You felt a little betrayed since you and Jiheon have been together for a long time.
“Why would I? And… Did she say anything weird?” You recalled the conversation you and Saerom had, and there was nothing weird about it.
“Like what?” In fact, Jiheon’s the one who’s being suspicious right now.
“Like… wait, so she did not say anything.” She almost slipped; too bad.
“What?” You emptied the coffee she got for you.
“Never mind! I’ll go in; Ms Lee is inside, right?” She turned around, refusing to elaborate further.
“Yes.” You watched her go in like you always do.
The silence followed after it only did one thing.
“Impregnate me—”
“Aish! Why did she have to ask that!? And why can't I get it out of my mind!?” You slapped yourself in an attempt to regain your focus. “Jiheon should’ve bought two coffees– no, three— maybe four— Aish!” You left for the pantry.
You fortunately forgot what happened last night; it happened naturally when you got yourself occupied with tons of paperwork, reschedules, new appointments, and processing proposals for her to review. Apparently, Jieun is as busy as you; she has not called or commanded you something yet.
Even last night, her last words were asking you to be a father to her child. That’s it; she actually left right after she said it. She’s not drunk, mad, or even showing any emotions you can compare to love.
Ring! Ring!
Finally, your intercom rang.
“Is it her? I should be ready. Ahem.” You cleared your throat and prepared yourself for whatever was coming; she’s capable of surprising you with anything.
You picked it up.
“Hello? …h-huh? Who visits!?” It wasn’t Jieun; it was… someone else.
*****
“M-mom! Dad!” You rushed to the reception lobby in an instant. Are you visitors? Your parents.
“Oh? There you are.” Your dad spotted you first and greeted you with his warm hug.
“I’ll take care of them.” You let the receptionist and the guards know that they’re with you; they’re quite strict, so you can’t blame them for doing their job. They immediately let them go and apologized for their manners.
“We’re so sorry; we came unannounced. The girls wanted to look around for another dormitory and insisted on accompanying them.” Your mom approached you for a hug as well.
It’s been so long since you’ve seen them in the flesh, and meeting unexpectedly is actually heartwarming.
“So we decided to visit you since we’re just around the area.” Your dad added.
“I see… so where are the two?” Your parents said that they’re with them, but you can’t see two annoying girls yapping.
“They went to the restroom.” Your mom responded, looking around, might be checking if they’re back as well.
“OPPA!” The younger one shouts the moment she sees you; her name’s Lia.
“OPP— oops.” The older one thankfully has enough decency to tone her voice down. She’s Yeji.
They’re your sisters, and they just jump into your arms for a hug, a tight one.
“Yah! Quiet— hey! I can’t breathe!” You kept tapping their backs as they pulled you even closer.
“Sorry, oppa! We just missed you!” Lia muttered, her face buried in your shoulder.
“Yah, Lia, let him go.” Yeji was the first to let go, smacking Lia’s head.
Finally, the constriction’s gone, and you can now breathe easily.
“Hey, why are you looking for another dormitory?” Patting both of your sisters’ heads, those puppies grew up really well.
“It’s a long story!” Lia’s voice didn’t even tone down a bit.
“Long? I guess we’ll have to go to a cafe or what.” Knowing your sisters, they’ll keep yapping, and you have no choice but to let them since they love doing it.
“Your treat?” Yeji showcased her innocent smile that you can’t refuse.
“Of course.” You responded and checked your watch; there was still an hour left before lunchtime. “Wait here, I’ll just notify my bo-SSSS!” You thought asking Jieun for an early lunch might be a good idea; she might allow it since it’s not like you always asked her things like that.
But the moment you turned around, there she was.
Jieun’s standing behind you, arms crossed, face blank, and her terrifying aura exudes.
“Ms Lee!” You panicked, looking around you, and it seemed like everyone was aware that she was there except you.
“So this is where you are…” The way she nods while she takes slow steps towards you is enough to tell you that she’s been looking for you.
“Uhh, gulped. I–” You stuttered… but why? It’s not like you did something wrong.
“It’s a good thing I immediately found you after I heard the news of someone hugging LOVELY in the lobby.” She looked behind you, probably staring at your sisters.
Someone reported that someone’s hugging in the lobby– but there’s no one doing it except you and your sisters.
“It’s not like that— Yah, Lia! Don’t glare at her!” You noticed Lia had her nose crunched and eyes dimmed, looking at Jieun.
“Interesting… so you want younger,” Jieun muttered. She got it wrong- really wrong.
“No— it’s not—” You should clear all the misunderstandings quickly before she concludes on something outrageous.
“Are you his boss?” Your mom suddenly speaks up and steps forward.
“Hmm?” Jieun’s eyes widened, and she shifted glances between you and your mom.
“Thank you for taking care of our son. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Huh? S-Son?” You can’t read her emotions: whether she’ll be angry since you got a visitor during working hours, or she’ll be mad with the girl glaring at her, still angry though.
“She’s… my mom. Mom, my boss, Ms Lee Jieun. Then this is my father.” You introduced them to Jieun properly. “And these two are my sisters, Yeji and Lia.” Pushing the two to bow down, you should show some respect.
“Aw oppa!”
“We’ll bow, okay!”
You let them go, and they immediately bowed.
“Sisters… mo— ahem.” She cleared her throat. “I’m Lee Jieun, owner of the number one fashion company in South Korea, your son’s very, very, very caring boss. Nice to meet you, Mom, Dad.” She reached her hand, shaking both your parents' hands. She shifted from terror to a lovely mood in an instant.
“Mom— dad—???” You're astonished at how she casually addresses your parents in their first meeting.
“I don’t want to have an elder sister rather than Yeji,” Lia muttered, kicking her feet on the floor.
“Lia.” You pinched her side, turning her skin like flesh; this brat must show respect.
“AW!” She yelled, her eyes teary.
“Pinch her other side, oppa.” Yeji was laughing so hard.
“Yeji.” You, your mom, and dad called her in unison.
“Sorry.” Both Yeji and Lia apologized.
“...”
“Uhhh…” So what now? The awkward silence is something you didn’t expect.
“Have you eaten? I’ll have the canteen ready, exclusive and noise-free.” Jieun’s smile didn’t even flinch once.
“Ms Lee–” She can’t just set the canteen exclusively and push everyone out.
“Please follow me, Mom, Dad, and… two little ducks.” She shushed you with a threatening glare, enough to make your words get stuck in your throat.
“D-d-ducks!? I–” Lia and Yeji almost synchronized, stuttering on what Jieun just called them.
“I think they prepared an Italian pasta named Reginette al ragu d’anatra, which means thick pasta with duck ragu; Pansoti al astice, which is Ligurian ravioli filled with black lobster in creamy tomato sauce, and we can pop a champagne of your choice,” She explained thoroughly, which you guessed that your parents didn’t even understand.
Plus, drinking is prohibited, yet she offered to pop one.
“Pasta??? I love pasta. Wait for me, Unnie!” Lia's change of heart happened in a blur.
“Yes, pasta.” Jieun finally smiled at Lia.
“Oppa, let’s go.” Even Yeji seemed to like Jieun now.
“T-t-that ducks!” Their resistance is gone in an instant; that’s fast considering Jieun’s communication skills don't match her persona.
Jieun’s smiling, genuinely.
“I guess we’ll have to really push people out of the cafeteria.” You shook your head and couldn't help but smile. “Wait for me!” You added. They walked too fast; they might even forget you were with them.
****
“Nom. Nom. Nom.”
“Nom. Nom. Nom.”
Yeji and Lia just casually ate like they always did.
You were in the middle of the cafeteria, just you and your family, together with your boss. She really did set it exclusive just for you, even setting a timer for all the employees to evacuate the place and warning everyone that if she found even one piece of trash, she'd throw the person responsible out with it.
“Take it easy, you—” You scold the two when they suddenly choke simultaneously.
“Leave them be; they’re enjoying it, unlike you.” Jieun herself poured water into their glasses and gave them each a glass. You keep yapping.” She added, and your sisters nodded in agreement while drinking.
“M-m-me? Yapping??” She just openly teased you in front of your family.
“She’s your boss, oppa; have some respect,” Lia muttered, tapping your back repeatedly.
She had some nerves when she was the one who glared at your boss earlier.
"Our son always talks about you." Your mom said all of a sudden.
"M-Mom!" That’s a very dangerous statement to say in front of a mischievous wolf like Jieun.
Jieun shyly smiled, while your mom heard it, but she innocently continued.
"He says you're strict, terrifying, and so cold like ice that every move you make turns the room into frozen." Your mom spilled it all while your dad nodded in agreement. Your two sisters kept themselves occupied by eating.
“I guess it’s true.” Jieun smiles, but she appears a little disappointed.
"...but he also says you're beautiful; I can see why.”
Your mother’s words are enough not just to put you in silence, but all of you.
“Nom. Nom. Nom.” Lia slowly turns towards you, still chewing, and looks clueless about what just your mom said.
“Nom. Nom—” Yeji slowly turns too, noticing that everyone’s looking in your direction; she might have thought she’d join as well.
Jieun freezes with her teacup halfway to her lips; she’s in a constant state of surprise, not just her, but also you.
“Can someone swallow me up? Chair? Concrete? Anything?” You muttered; the amount of embarrassment was too much for you to handle.
“Thank you, mother.” Jieun poured her glass for another drink and offered tons of food to your parents.
“Ms Lee—”
She put a beautiful cut of clam meat into your spoon.
“Eat.” She said, then went back to chatting with your parents.
“Ours?” Lia looked at you and seemed to be waiting for Jieun to put some on their spoon as well. Jieun was now busy talking with your parents, and why did they want her to put meat on their spoon in the first place?
Yeji wanted some as well.
“Go get yours—” Scolding them is the only way.
“ICE CREAM!”
“A FLAN!”
Well, that scolding obviously didn’t work, as they love food more than you.
The lunch came to an end, and your sisters, mom, and dad were as happy as ever. Lia and Yeji initially were hostile towards her, but eventually had a change of heart when she offered food. Your mom and dad were talking to her as if she were just kind of a stranger and not the owner of everything we were in.
“They have to go, Ms Lee.” You stopped near the exit. Your sisters were beaming with satisfied smiles; your dad looked so proud of what you’ve become, and your mom… had Jieun clinging to her as if she were her daughter.
“Why are you pushing them away? What kind of son are you?” Jieun glared at you; she must be enjoying her time with your mom and doesn’t want to let go.
‘“Eh?” Her reaction caught you off guard; you didn’t expect it would turn out this way.
“Right, Unnie?” Lia supported her, and Yeji did as well.
“You know what’s right? Go and look for a new dormitory.” They should be brought back to reality.
“Okay, okay, I got it,” Lia admits defeat, clinging to Yeji afterwards.
“Where do you study?” Jieun asked the two.
“Seoul National University!” They answered in unison.
You remember how happy and proud they were when they received the admission letter from the university. Of course, it made you happiest, and you promised that you would support them no matter what.
“SNU… I have a building around Bongcheondong; want to try it out?” Jieun offered a building in that area.
“Uhh— They–” As you recalled what type of building she was talking about, your heart almost jumped. It wasn’t just an ordinary building; it was a penthouse with luxurious suites. The girls are looking for a dormitory and not a high-end apartment unit,
However, that’s not the main problem; your monthly salary barely covers half of the monthly rent for that kind of building.
“Unnie, thank you, but we had to decline. It’s not like we don’t want to, but Oppa worked hard enough.” The two bowed politely to Jieun for the first time.
They may be dorks, but they’re smart.
If you could only afford it, you’d be happy to provide it for them.
“Thank you, Ms Lee.” Yeji followed up.
“Huh…” Jieun looked at you as if she didn’t know why the girls declined; she was looking for an answer that you didn’t know how to explain.
The gap between your lifestyles is just too much.
“Oh? OHHH!! That girl— that girl works here too!?” The silence broke when Lia suddenly shouted and pointed somewhere.
“W-w-who?” Yeji was startled and looked where Lia was pointing. All of you turned around and looked at what Lia saw.
You just got a glimpse of a running figure, the high heels, the pencil skirt, and a folder blocking her face.
“Is that…” You muttered; you knew who it was.
“S-she’s running away! Ya— UWEH–” Lia was about to run when you grabbed her collar
“WHO!?” Thankfully, Yeji didn’t have the same adrenaline Lia had and didn’t dare to catch her.
“That smiley-eyed girl– Oppa– my collar— I’m choking!” Lia saw it correctly. It’s Jiheon.
“Smiley-eyed… Who?” Jieun heard it and thankfully had no idea who it was.
“Ayy, sorry. You better stop; if you don’t leave now, you’ll miss out on all the available dormitories around.” You let go of her collar as if she were a curious Shih Tzu.
“These kids… your brother’s right.” Your mom finally stepped in.
“Hmmm… oppa, are you still– HMFPP!” You thought Lia had already stopped, but she wasn’t. So you hurriedly put a handkerchief inside her mouth to shut her up before she dropped a bomb.
“Go.” You pushed her to Yeji, who was laughing non-stop.
“HMMPP!” Yeji got her laugh muffled as well. Lia got pissed and put the handkerchief to her mouth instead.
“Ms Lee, thank you for the treat, and thank you… for taking care of our son.” Your mom holds Jieun’s hand in the midst of your sister’s chaos.
“Thank you for your kind words as well, mother, father.” Jieun proceeds to hug them.
Badump. Badump.
You thought you'd get a hug as well, but she just leaned in and whispered something.
“You’ll get yours later.” She gave you a wink afterwards.
“...”
“Oh? Oppa? Are you sick? You’re red–” Yeji’s the first to notice, while Lia has her eyes blindfolded by the same handkerchief from earlier.
“Go! Go now! Mom, Dad, be sure to subdue those two ducks!” You pushed them away; they might find out what’s really happening, and it’s something that they shouldn’t know.
“We will– Bye, Ms Lee!” Your dad didn’t miss the chance to wave goodbye while you pushed them away.
“Bye!” Yeji waved.
“Bye, Ms Lee!” Lia waved as well, but in the wrong direction; she still had her eyes blindfolded and got dragged by Yeji out.
Your mom shared a smile with you and Jieun as her goodbye.
“...”
They’re gone; it happened too fast.
“I need the reports, samples, and proposals regarding the new fabric supplier.” Jieun instantly ordered you to work.
“Yes, Ms Lee.” Right, it’s just past lunchtime; there’s still half a day to work.
“I need it in my office; bring it as soon as possible.” She looked at her watch; it must be something urgent.
“Yes… all of it?” As you remember, there are tons of samples delivered.
Is she mad that your parents came to your work and took that much time from her? But earlier she looked fine and happy.
“Yes, including you.” Her words erase that doubt instantly. “You’ll get yours there.” She added, is she referring to the samples, reports, or the… hug?
Badump. Badump.
She smiled and turned her back on you. She started walking and even humming.
“Should I go with them?” You followed her behind, teasing her.
“Don’t you dare.” She answered, and she didn’t even look back.
However, you know she’s smiling.
You can feel it, and that feeling puts a smile on your face as well.
*****
The next few days came in like a whirlwind with work piled up. It’s so busy that her teasing and proposals stopped momentarily, though she still finds her way to ask you for marriage, like when she still had flowers scheduled for you every lunch and some gifts that would suddenly pop out of nowhere.
Your sisters got a new dorm as well; the pay’s actually higher, but it seems like they’re more comfortable with it, and that’s what matters. They still call you even late at night just to make sure you properly ate and took care of yourself.
And finally, after days of a hectic schedule and work, a moment of vacancy and rest comes right after it.
Sniff. Sniff.
“Come out.” You called her out; looks like she got some free time as well.
Her head pops out, taking a peek as if she’s looking for someone. It’s Jiheon; there’s no mistaking it- same scent, same trouble.
“Are you alone?” Jiheon spoke. She kept looking around as if she were some kind of criminal.
“Huh? Ms Lee’s inside– did you do something wrong? Again!?” If she did something wrong and she’s there, it only means she’s hooking you up.
“No, not that… Why are you speaking like me?” For a moment, you speak like her, always concluding everything for a reason. “Your sisters, are they here?” She finally walked onto your desk, interrogating you with a mean look.
“No—” Your sisters aren’t there; no troublemakers except her.
“THEY WHY THE HELL DID YOU NOT TELL ME THEY’RE COMING LAST WEEK!?” She looked around before storming out at you. She glared at you like it was your responsibility to tell her those kinds of things.
"Ahem… I mean… It was awkward." She added, stepping back a bit after she almost shoved her face into you.
“WHY WOULD I TELL YOU!? AND BESIDES— I didn’t know they were coming; they just happened to be here and looking for a new dorm.” You stood up in the middle of your statement, but sat back down when you realized that it wasn’t worth arguing with her about that kind of topic.
“Is that so?” She seemed satisfied with your answer, nodding in agreement. “Lia’s grown up.” She added, smiling like a proud teacher.
“It hasn’t been years since you taught her math; don’t exaggerate as if you hadn’t seen her for five years or so.” You smiled right after it.
Jiheon and Lia are closer than they look; they’ve been together for quite some time, and Jiheon acted as her tutor for most of it. But one time, Jiheon stopped hanging out with her. Lia kept bugging you about what really happened, but you just can’t say it. It all happened when Jiheon and you—
“Right, Ms Lee’s inside, right? I’ll go in.” Jiheon suddenly speaks, and that snaps you back to reality.
“Ah, yes. You can go in.” You confirmed, gesturing that she can go in.
“See ya!” She turned around after it and disappeared into your boss’s office.
“...”
"No matter how much time passed, talking to Jiheon always dragged pieces of the past back with her." You sighed and focused back on whatever you were doing before she came in.
Jiheon went out shortly after a quick talk with your boss. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, but you wondered if your boss felt the same. She used to wear a constant, stone-like expression in the past, but the new Jieun is unpredictable.
Ring. Ring.
The phone rang beside you in the midst of guessing what her current mood was.
“Hello, President’s office, how may I help you?” You answered the call immediately; there was still an hour left in your professional secretary's life.
“Hey, let’s drink!” An energetic voice shouts through the telephone, almost shattering your eardrums.
That voice…
“Ms Baek? Don’t use the intercom like this!” She just passed through you a while ago, and now she’s pestering you again.
“Why not? You sound like an old man.” As you said earlier, you still had an hour to be professional, and yet, she’s already having fun.
“Stop it.”
“So, what do you say? Come on! Let’s drink after that hell week! Everyone’s waiting!” She sounds convincing, considering what the whole company went through.
“I—”
The world suddenly stops spinning.
Jiheon’s voice on the telephone became a blur.
All seemed to drift apart as all your senses are focused on one thing…
There’s suddenly snowy white thighs sliding on your tabletop. No scars, smooth and glassy, and no stockings, just pure skin. The same thing happened a week ago, and the same person initiated it.
Lee Jieun, your boss, just sat casually at your table, just a few centimeters right in front of you.
“Hic– SLAM!” In a panic, you slammed the telephone down, and your eyes wandered around the office, except for her thighs who’s daringly placed near you.
“Who’s that?” She flatly said, unamused by what she witnessed.
“Uhh—” You did something wrong, but she did it crazier. Your mind is fogged up by how she was sitting at your table, looking seductively good.
“Uhh—” You did something wrong, but she did it crazier. Your mind is fogged up by how she was sitting at your table, looking seductively good.
“I clearly told you that I hate gossiping in my building.” She leaned in, enough for you to feel her exhale as you inhaled her expensive scent.
“S-sorry– Ms Lee, your legs–” Her tight skirt slowly riding upwards, it’s so dangerous that the whiteness of her skin is blinding, like a bright sun that can burn your eyes.
“What? Can’t you focus?” She caught you glancing at it, then proceeded to take it more daringly as she crossed her legs. The lower part of her skirt ain’t covering a damn thing now; you can even see the shape of her lower cheek.
“I-i-is it fine if I say yes?” You gulped endlessly; you weren't sure if it was tension or thirst.
“Yes to what? To my legs or to my proposal?” She’s very aware of what’s happening; she even slid closer into you. Her bare thighs scraped the tabletop smoothly, offering you a high-definition look at them.
“It’s not like that!” You looked on the other side, seeking another thing to look at. “Please come down before anyone else sees you.” You pointed at the floor, or to her heels, or to wherever your finger pointed, as you weren’t looking at it.
“Then let them see… or you want to monopolize this?” You looked back instinctively at what she meant, only to find out she had her two fingers walking on her thighs.
“W-w-what the hell is wrong with you, Ms Lee!” You stuttered; she was shamelessly playing with fire right now.
“Nothing’s wrong with this.” She tugged her skirt up, exposing more of the skin you were tempted to look at. “Remember, I even asked you to impregnate me, and this is just a glimpse of something you’ll see if you agree.” Her hands flew from her thighs to your chin and tilted your head gently to her.
“Hic-” The hiccup of amusement at how pretty she was.
“Think about it. I'm even giving you a choice to hit me just to be my husband.” She purred. You clearly know what she meant by hitting it.
“I—” Your words caught in your throat. This is the farthest she has ever gone since that proposal.
“If you want, you can have a taste—” She slides down and takes a step closer, her exposed thighs brushing over your arm; it’s cold as ice, in contrast to your burning soul. And the smell of the luxurious fabric conditioner of her skirt dances with your nose.
She moved her thighs as if she were dancing in rhythm. It slides smoothly like butter to your arm, like a cat who’s playing with her owner.
“Ms Lee!” You shout, standing up so her rubbing stops all at once.
Sniff. Sniff.
It’s not just you who smelled that scent, the smell of trouble incoming. The warning is so clear that Jieun squinted her eyes the moment she felt it.
“Oh, Ms Lee, good afternoon.” Jiheon appeared like a sunflower, smiling brightly and shining throughout the office as if she had just come in for work.
“Ms Baek, this is the upper floor and not the exit.” Jieun did not greet back and sarcastically responded instead.
“Uhhh, I came to pick him up.” Jiheon seemed oblivious of what was behind Jieun's reaction, but you can clearly see it; she’s annoyed.
“What’s the business?” Jieun crossed her arms, raised a brow, and scoffed.
*****
“Cheers…”
“Bottoms up…”
“Let’s… celebrate…”
The cheering doesn't sound cheerful at all; the celebration’s lack of energy is as if they’re celebrating nothing, and bottoms up? They did; they just wanted to be drunk.
Clank. Clank.
“How did this happen?” You sighed, pouring yourself a beer and setting the glass beside you.
“Aren’t you going to drink?” The girl beside you talked and took the glass you just poured a beer into.
“I will, but… why did you decide to join us? Ms Lee.” That girl beside you is your boss, and she just joined the company night out, drinking.
“Why? Can’t I? It’s my employee’s night out; I should be here as a boss.” She looked at you intently, gesturing at the glass of beer you were yet to take.
She’s the reason why other employees can’t fully let go of their frustrations and stress.
“Right! Don’t be like that; it’s nice to have Ms Lee in here!” The only one who’s still hyper even with the presence of Jieun, the great Jiheon.
“You sure are supportive, even though I can feel your glaring whenever I’m not looking at you.” Jieun clicked her tongue; she does it whenever she’s annoyed at something.
“Me? Glaring? I’m not Ms Lee.” Jiheon sarcastically responded, waving her hand as if she were really denying it, but rolled her eyes after it.
You nudged Jiheon and gestured to take it low, asking her what was wrong with her.
Then you got nudged by Jieun on the other side, gesturing at why you were only confronting Jiheon and not her.
The thing is… You were sitting between them.
“...”
“Can you feel it?”
“Yeah, something’s in the air.”
“It’s intense.”
Your other officemates are starting to gossip; it might be legal since they were out of Ms Lee’s building, but still, they have nerves.
“It’s because Ms Baek is pestering him and can’t work properly.” The distributor manager asked the guy beside him. He’s been in the company longer than you are.
“Oh… I see…” That guy even responded.
“They can hear you, you know.” You muttered, scolding them quietly while Jieun and Jiheon were still under their imaginary staring competition.
“...”
“...”
‘...”
“Ah! I get it! So, that’s the reason why.” The farthest guy exclaimed as if he were deciphering something. He’s a Marketing Senior, hired almost simultaneously with you, and has been friends with you and Jiheon.
You thought of something; he used to slip on everything he said.
“I thought it was because Ms Baek still has feelings for him.” He added, smiling brightly like a fool.
He does it again! That slippery tongue of his.
“KGH— !!! YOU–” You stood up, stumbling, desperate to stop whatever he was going to say.
He’s one of the few guys who knew that thing…
“They used to date after all!”
He said it.
He dropped the bomb before you could even stop him.
Jiheon scoffed upon hearing it.
Jieun’s… jaw dropped, shifting looks between you and Jiheon.
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