hi guys i’ve written a lot a lot of poems but this one is kinda bad in comparison so pls don’t judge i promise im a much better writer than this T-T i wna try incorporating more of them into my moodboards so !! this is a first try at that
locs by me @gyurami insp by @baenuit, sparkles by @suupersonic, sword div by wonderful @digilatte, gif by @cwrcent, header and footer div not mine (sorry for the mentions i js wna give crds ^.^`)
A/N: I have been BFH'd by Karina's thighs. Thigh Fueled Haze, or something of that similarity. Because of this, I've accidentally made a Karina fic for her birthday, so uh.
Happy Karina Day in advance!
Fanprose link here.
Enjoy.
“You're gonna get the both of us in trouble.”
“Oh please, me, getting you in trouble?”
The thing about Yu Jimin is that—
One, she's a walking trouble magnet. To expand on that note, it’s in her job description to be.
Two, nobody knows that she is the trouble.
Three, she is positively enamored with you for reasons you yourself are not privy to. One can say that it simply happened, and everyone—and you mean everyone—believes that as if it was fact. Which, in your case, may or may not be true as to reiterate, you have zero clue on why she’s head over heels for you.
(Three point five, you might feel the same to a much lesser degree. This is to be discussed and possibly integrated with reason Three alongside a revision upon review.)
Four, as much as everyone is in complete love with her bubbly, cheery personality that pairs up too well with her perfect pretty face and her two very much trouble attracting forces in her chest, nobody—and you mean nobody—is talking about the pillows that you call her thighs. Nobody except for you.
(Four point five, her lap makes for a very nice place to rest your head on.)
Five, you toss both One and Two out of the window and look back at how Three happened. Mostly because of what the people around her say.
If Yu Jimin said to do it, then you do it.
And when you first heard that, you had to ask:
Why?
Because of Six—she's the President of the Student Council.
And that makes it the perfect cover for everything she wants to do with little old you.
That returns you to Four, where Jimin's back is pressed up against your chest, her hands are over yours—hands that are currently toying with the buttons of her shirt as Jimin oh so kindly asked—and her ass is most definitely not grinding against your painfully hard erection.
“Yes, you–” you hiss out, glancing to your side, eyes trying to focus on that small metallic doorknob that you can't tell is locked or not. “We shouldn't be doing this here, Jimin.”
“You said that the last time,” she pouts, and for a moment, you understand how One and Two have come to fruition. Years of psuedo-politics through the many responsibilities of being in the Student Council has honed her in the verse of bullshitting. Talking with so many people, students and professors alike have given her the uncanny ability of allowing reason Five to come into fruition.
And she's a natural at it. Seen it first hand. Knows how to talk her way into anything, strong arming certain people if she has to (Giselle coming to mind, the slut that she is), and has connections that you're afraid of who it's with and how deep it goes.
Yet, you have no choice in the matter. She's pulling you towards all of it—the talks, the people, the networking.
Simply because you are hers.
Her very own Vice President of the Student Council. Which, again, was technically not of your own true volition. Just because you brought up that you might try for the VP spot did not mean you were actually going to run for it, but she’s practically closed her ears and made you her running mate, leading you to win it all.
And normally, typically, in most cases, you would be ecstatic at the fact that you'll be directly working underneath Yu Jimin. Great leader, you’ll admit, even back when you were just some Council guy, and she was in your position. And yet, reason Three means that you get special privileges. Ones that you at your best, halfhearted push back on and at worst, wholeheartedly lean into.
It also means that your job ultimately gets a lot harder when you’re with Jimin for half the day, everyday that it is a weekday.
(You spend the whole day with her on weekends.)
Which brings you back here. Back against the wall, Jimin’s back against you, looking up with that sulking look.
“–didn’t even get to do it on the rooftop earlier.” And that is why you consider reason Two to be of note.
You lick your lips. “Jimin, please,” you sigh, trying horribly at ignoring the slow, teasing circles that her hips are doing, tingles going up and down your body. “We would’ve gotten caught.”
“No, we wouldn’t,” she replies, cockily. A teasing grin on her face as she scrunches her eyes at you. “I had Miggy clear out the top floor because I said we’d be using it for Council purposes.”
“Isn’t that a little abuse of power,” you say, repressing a groan at a particular thrust of her ass straight into your poor, poor cock. “And Miggy might even snitch.”
“He won’t,” she giggles, shaking her head at you. Her fingers dig into her chest, right over yours. Letting you get a nice, good handful of her tits, and even through clothing and lace, they feel fantastic. “I promised him a date with Chaeryeong. Stop worrying so much, honey–” She’s pulling your hand down, past her chest, through her waist, down to that skirt that is surely short enough to get an ordinary student in trouble. “Don’t you wanna play with me?”
God, the way she’s weaponized words even here is making you lose it. A constant tug of war between you two; every pull she makes accumulates until you fall down into her arms, surrendering yourself to her every whim.
“Seriously, we need to talk about this week’s reports–” She brings your hand underneath her skirt. “Are you not wearing any panties?”
“Oops.” She doesn’t sound, look, or act so apologetic when she’s leaning your fingers further into her legs, pressing them up against her wet folds. “Silly me, I must’ve left on the rooftop.”
“Oh my god.” On one hand, you’re dreading what would happen if someone found it. On the other, your dick is twitching at the sheer idea that she’s been listening in class, leading meetings, greeting everyone she comes across with a bright smile all while she’s bare underneath that skirt.
A skirt that in one gust of wind, would expose her dripping cunt to anyone in the vicinity.
This woman is fucking crazy, your mind thinks. Scratch that, this woman is starved. Ever since the school year started she’s been doing all these little rendezvous with you all over the campus. Started off with the quick make outs after the day ends, moving into hands getting grabby, every single day inching you both closer to the inevitable and now this?
Jimin’s calling out your name as you feel your fingers get wet, and god; the damnation that would come if you ever decide to push even a single digit inside her would cause repercussions that’ll shake your entire being. This is your first time ever coming close to her core, to pushing past the boundaries of foreplay, and you’re crumbling against the pressure that comes barreling forth, logical reasoning losing all meaning in favor of all the emotional damage you’re being dealt with.
And fuck, would you take it. Being blessed or cursed to feed this succubus, hidden underneath the angelic persona she’s known by everyone as. Committing sin upon Jimin, making her sing heaven on earth and you swear upon everything—
Not even God can stop you from turning it into reality.
“Now now, we can multitask,” she says, leaving your hands alone. Coming to fiddle the button of your pants, fumbling around it as you enjoy learning more of her tits, her pussy. “Tell me all about it while you–” She finally unbuttons it, and your fly quickly zips down, a palm cupping your cock over your underwear.
The moment makes your body lock up, the soft caress of her touch making you sigh out of sheer relief after the tightness of your pants have been removed. “God, you feel so big.” She’s mapping you out, teasing you with light strokes over the fabric blocking the both of you, wanting to feel as much as she can.
Memorializing the very first time she touches your cock, because once she’s pulled the last barrier between you down, neither of you will ever stop.
She’s gone quiet on you now, stuck in an internal debate with herself, before you get asked the most unhinged order you’ve ever heard come out her lips.
“Fuck my thighs while you tell me about those reports, honey.”
Reason Five comes to mind, and you’re too happy to oblige.
Jimin hooks her thumbs over your underwear while yours have come to pull her skirt up, those long legs of hers that pair up with the meaty flesh you call her thighs peeking out from underneath. She’s biting her bottom lip, pulling them down to free your cock and she gasps as it slaps against her skirt, hitting her skin. “Oh my god–”
You’ve pulled her closer, gripping her hips as she stumbles back, your length disappearing in between pillowy heaven, your dick literally getting wet at her juices that have started dripping down her thighs. “How are you this wet, Jimin, what–”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she admits, her hips starting to move back and forth, cock slipping in and out between the soft flesh. “I told you, didn’t I? Since the rooftop.”
You’re gritting your teeth, a groan possessing your throat, letting itself loose straight into her ears. Her response is a sultry giggle, never once changing her pace, the slow rocking of her hips as her fingers start to remove the tie around her neck.
“Those reports, honey?” she sweetly reminds, as if nothing lewd is happening. Like it was another end of the week for her, your usual routine being bastardized with this affair. “Didn’t you want to let me know all about them?”
“Fuck–” Your mind is imploding, each neuron activating in that degenerate-warped frontal lobe of yours. Reports all in the back of the current machinations inside your smoothing brain, the sensation, the idealogy of Jimin’s God-blessed thighs fucking your cock consuming you entirely.
All you can do is breathe—deep, quick, through your nose, your mouth; you can’t tell anymore. Jimin is fucking you stupid, not with her pretty mouth, not with her more-than-a-handful pair of tits, not with that tight, dripping pussy that you have yet to feel or taste. No, she has you by the balls just with those juicy fucking thighs; of which she is taking full advantage of with a maddeningly slow rock of her hips.
“Oh, is my honey ok?” She’s caressing your cheek, her back arching, her legs tightening around your cock. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” It comes out rough, hoarse, your throat feeling like it hasn’t had the chance to have a drop of water in hours. Your hands give her body a squeeze, an attempt to stabilize yourself back to reality, back to remembering what life was like before this has even happened.
An impossible task, yet you manage to wring yourself back to a barely functional intellect. “There’s–” You take a deep breath, steadying your thoughts; another unfeasible idea, yet you power through it. “Which one do you want first?”
Jimin pauses, flinging the tie in her hand away to her desk. “Let’s start with that new guy we picked up.” She wiggles her ass at you, your cock slipping upwards and pressing up against her pussy lips. One simple push and you would be in that cunt that’s coating you in another sheen of her juices, yet that’s not what she’s after.
What she is after, is to find out what it would feel fucking her folds while you struggle to let eligible words out of your mouth. Yet it doesn’t matter, her goal ultimately to lube you up even more before she’s taking a hold of your cock, giving you a few pumps as she lets you back to her thighs.
Not a moment’s rest is given, not a reprieve lasting a millisecond bestowed; only the rising need in the both of you to keep this shameless vice on for longer, seeing how far this can be pushed until either of you crack under the pressure.
“He’s doing good,” you say, slowly, enunciating every syllable you can. Clinging on to them as a way to ground yourself onto something that wasn’t her pillows fucking your shaft. “Yeji pi-picked him up for that freshmen party–” you groan as she takes hold of your arms to bring them up to the top of her button up, your fingers shakily beginning to unbutton each stud. Thankful that it’s another thing to focus on aside from her insistent fucking. “But he might be attracting a problem.”
Jimin chuckles, swaying her hips at you, your cock following as her shirt slowly begins to loosen. “Let me guess,” she says, palms moving up and down your forearm as you reach the mid way point of her shirt. “Giselle?”
“Y-Yeah,” you answer, reaching the very last button. Exposing the white lace hiding underneath, her tits managing to look bigger than they already are in them. Given a top down view of that cleavage that’s mouthwatering, enough to send you back to a brain without wrinkles. “I can–fuck, Jimin–”
She’s brought you back to her chest, shirt all messy and open. Doesn’t even bother to untuck them from her skirt, only asking you–no, demanding that you play with her tits, feeling so soft and heavy under your palms as the lace digs into her chest as you squeeze.
You’ve felt her breasts before—on the few occasions that you get to cup a feel of them. The common occurrence of her chest brushing along your arm when you pass by each other. Yet this is the time that you get to see them so up close, outside of the prim and proper look she maintains. Get to cup them in your arms, see the flesh jiggle and bounce at each thrust of her hips she sends back.
Lots of firsts today, you realize.
“You can what?” And she’s still playing innocent facade, the guise slowly losing its composure as you grope her chest, your hips beginning to buck forward in rhythm with hers.
“Can–” you gasp, toying with the underband of her bra, resisting the urge to pull them up and free her breasts. “Can keep an eye on him.”
She moans, arm coming around the back of your neck as her head lolls back, resting in your chest. Only a single word gets uttered out of her lips, and there are so many interpretations to it that any single one you take would bring you to your end.
“Please.”
Allowing yourself the decency to go animalistic, you wrap an arm around her waist, plant your legs firmer on the ground, and start pounding her thighs. Finally letting yourself go, forgetting everything about your reports and work—fixating only on Jimin.
And she’s relinquished control to you, looking up at you with her mouth wide open, symphonies and concertos of beautiful, poetic, perverse sounds. Pleading eyes staring deep into yours as you fuck her thighs harder, knead her tits rougher, yes yes yes, honey please fuck–
Lips meet, and it was an addiction fueled, your need satiating itself with her soft lips that lock together with yours. Tongues melding together in a dance as her moans and your groans echo inside the chamber that were your mouths.
You never once stop your pounding, leaving her chest to reach under her skirt, finding Jimin’s neglected cunt. Leaving her lips in exchange for peppering kisses all over her neck, you rub her folds, fingers circling around them and she’s wailing.
That door better be locked or else this would not end up well for the both of you, and in spite of the danger you can’t find it in yourself to stop this. Already too far gone to even pause for a moment to rest, to have a clear mind. Opting instead to finish what Yu Jimin started, to dirty that pure image she’s built for everyone, because to you, she is anything but.
“Honey, hun–” Jimin’s babbling now, body trembling from the pleasure you’ve assaulted her with. Every bit of her body is being hit—a mark left on her neck, your wrapped arm around her waist coming upwards, holding onto a breast while your other is circling her clit, gushing even more juices down her legs, getting even more friction to fuck her thighs faster.
And you can’t last any longer. Rutting into her without a care in the world, driving into her harder and harder until you feel that stirring in your loins.
“I’m close,” you mutter into her neck, tongue lapping at the mark you’ve left. Her eyes find yours, and you can see the need that’s reflecting in her irises, your own desires matching it.
“Me too.” It only makes you slam into her harder, the slaps of your flesh consuming the room. Your fingers dare itself to go forward, a lone digit pushing into her folds, inching itself inside her cunt and she peaks.
Jimin keening, back arching as her legs begin to tremble, juices squirting out of her pussy as you pull out of her folds and keep her upright. Your hips still fucking her throughout it, all the more cum that’s substituted as lube slipping your cock in and out of her thighs so fucking easier that it sends you quickly to your own climax.
Your first spurt spills in between thrusts—coating the inside of Jimin’s thighs, and your second hits the inside of her skirt, staining it with a line of white. Her legs are a complete mess as you keep thrusting, your cum leaking all over her smooth skin, combining with her own juices.
It leaves you spiraling as the last remnants of your load have left you, slumping back against the wall, slowly sliding down until you're sitting down on the floor. Panting as you stare up the ceiling, muttering a curse at the daze this entire situation has left you. Jimin’s right there with you, collapsed against your chest as her own chest heaves, causing a rather precarious position for you when you decide to look back at her again.
You hope that she didn’t notice your cock twitching against her thighs, or else you’re never gonna leave this room alive.
“That was,” she gasps, catching her breath as she lets out a laugh. “Stopping us at the rooftop was the right call.”
You scoff, a smile playing your lips. “And doing this here was any better?”
“Don't see you complaining,” she says, and she was half-correct. She leans up to give you a kiss on the cheek, that smile of hers somehow managing to light up everything around her like she was an angel. Until she speaks, and you get reminded that she is sin incarnate.
“I can feel your cum in my legs.” Her fingers brush against your cock as she scoops up some of your seed, popping a fingerful of it into her mouth. She lets out a hum, and she pops the digit out. “Salty,” she comments, hand coming back down between her legs. “About earlier–”
She's gone on to remind about the rookie, making sure that Giselle doesn't cause the guy trouble. “She's gotten interested,” Jimin adds, after another tasting of your load. “And you know what that means.”
“Yeah, I know.” It was oddly hot, listening to her talk so serious about work while she's cleaning herself up off your load. “I'll be sure to stick around him when the party goes on full swing.”
“You don't have to,” she says, letting out a whine once she realizes the stain on her skirt. “This is your fault, by the way.”
“Sorry, boss, but you started it,” you shoot back, getting an eyeroll from her.
“Yeah, yeah.” She cuddles up to you, arms resting over yours. “Stick with me during the party, okay?”
“What about the new guy? Yeji won't be able to babysit him.”
“Someone else will.” She brings your hand up to her lips and gives it a kiss. “Ever heard of Asa?”
“Yeah, close friends with him.” She lets out a laugh. “What?”
“Think they're a lot more than that,” she answers, looking up at you. “Don't worry about him, alright? Worry about me.”
You get a bad feeling about where this is going. “And why's that?”
“Because now that we've done this–” A finger points up and down herself. “We are going to be doing so much more.”
“Jimin–”
“Please?” The puppy eyes get to you, and even without this statement of hers, you're expecting it to happen anyway.
Totally not eager about it yourself, no.
“I'm graduating this year, and you're going to take over my spot next year,” she says, and you're reminded of the fact that this—whatever it is you have with her—won't last forever (Three point five comes to mind, and this needs to be evaluated soon). “Let me have as much time as I can with you.”
“We can still meet once you graduate,” you tell her, and it seems to lift her spirits up by a bit.
“But it's not going to be the same, will it.” You can only nod at that.
“Okay.” You make an impulsive decision, but you know it's one you won't regret. “Anything you want, I'll do it.”
Jimin's gaze snaps to you, and an emotion flashes in her eyes. One that you could barely decipher before she turns and straddles you before coming in for a kiss and it all just clicks.
“Thank you,” she whispers into your lips, and it grows quiet for a while, her embrace the only thing in your mind before—
“I can feel you twitching.”
Jimin's slowly snaking down, getting on her hands and knees until she's eyeing your cock with a hunger returning in her eyes tenfold.
“You said you'd do anything for me?”
You just gave her free rein over you, superseding reason Five, you realize. Her hands wrap around the base of your cock, and all you can do is nod.
“Mind fucking my tits next then?”
When she's trapped your cock in between her bra, pushing her tits together as you begin thrusting into the tight pressure, you lose the reasoning about telling her of other less important reports and instead reach an addendum to reason Five.
The penthouse had the same cozy smell every morning: fresh coffee, Yoona's floral perfume, Taeyeon's soft vanilla lotion, and the light sweet scent of the perfume the sisters always wore at shows. At seven in the morning, Yoona was already in the kitchen, her long bare legs under one of Taeyeon's oversized shirts, humming old Girls’ Generation songs while stirring the eggs and rice. Taeyeon entered a few moments later, sleepy and warm, hugging her wife from behind and giving her a kiss on the nape of her neck. They were the foundation of the family, married, mature, affectionate. Yoona was the most organized and proper, always making sure everyone's schedules aligned. Taeyeon was the calmest, whose love felt like a blanket you could wrap yourself in forever.
Then the siblings arrived, turning the kitchen into something noisier and much more electric. Jimin (Karina to the world, but just Jimin at home) entered next, her hair still damp from the shower, wearing only an old loose white t-shirt that did nothing to hide the heavy sway of her huge, soft breasts and tiny black sleep shorts that clung tightly to the curves of her thick thighs and that perfect, round ass. At twenty-two, she was the oldest, the second mother (or rather, the third), the one who made sure Luccas ate well and that Minjeong remembered her vitamins. As she passed, she ruffled Luccas's short dark hair, leaned down to kiss the top of Minjeong's head, and dropped into the chair with a dramatic sigh, “Ah~ another day being perfect...” she joked, and her mothers laughed because it was true. She kept everyone together.
Minjeong (better known as Winter), nineteen years old and the baby of the family, entered last, almost disappearing inside one of Luccas's huge hoodies, which hid her small and delicate body. She was reserved with strangers, but at home she was all soft whimpers and excessive caresses seeking attention. Casually, she sat directly on Luccas's lap, resting her head under his chin and murmuring: “Oppa, did you sleep well?”, while her hands played with the hem of his shirt. Her jealousy was silent but huge, especially when Jimin's hugs lasted a little too long or when Luccas's eyes fixed even for a second on his older sister's chest.
Luccas, twenty years old, sat in the middle, literally and figuratively. The quiet middle child, the one who carried everyone's bags after practice and remembered what kind of coffee each aespa member needed. On the surface, he was the perfect son and brother. Respectful, helpful, introverted. No one knew that inside, he was burning alive with the most intense and shameful perversion imaginable. It started at sixteen and, over time, consumed him more and more. Every room, every scent, every movement in this house fed the fire inside him.
He was obsessed with his sisters. Jimin's voluptuous body, the vigorous sway of her big breasts, the softness of her belly, the way her thick thighs rubbed against each other. Minjeong's small and delicate body, her flat chest, narrow waist, the round little butt that seemed almost fragile. He was equally obsessed with his mothers. Yoona's long and elegant legs and the way her big ass filled her yoga pants. Taeyeon's slender and graceful figure and the quiet maturity in her smile. And permeating all of this, clear and undeniable, was his deep foot fetish. He loved their feet. The soft arches, the perfect toes, the way they looked after a long day in high heels or barefoot on the cold tile. He desired them in secret. The sight of any of their feet was enough to make his cock throb instantly.
He had more than special moments alone whenever the mothers went out. He masturbated in Jimin's bed with her used panties wrapped around his penis, inhaling her scent while imagining burying his face between her thighs. He would sneak into Minjeong's room to rub himself on her pillow while imagining her small body under him, using her as the perfect little toy she secretly wanted to be. He had done the same in his mothers' room. Once, thinking about Yoona, he masturbated furiously while looking at the strappy heels she had worn the night before, imagining her long and beautiful feet pressed against his face. Another time, thinking about Taeyeon, he stuck his nose into a pair of her elegant Louboutin high heels and masturbated imagining her beautiful soles on his tongue. The guilt was there, but so was the thrill.
Jimin noticed everything. She started leaving the bedroom door ajar while changing after practices, allowing him to see her voluminous and heavy breasts swinging when she unhooked her bra and the slow movement of her bottoms sliding down her thick thighs. She would “accidentally” brush her body against his in the hallway, pressing her soft belly and huge breasts against his chest for a second longer than she should. At dinner, her small soft hand would rest on his thigh under the table and squeeze it, her eyes shining with mischief. Minjeong's jealousy made her bolder, in her own way. She started wearing even shorter shorts at home, sat on his lap more often, rubbing her tiny ass while whispering, “Oppa, I can feel you getting hard… Is it because unnie is being super clingy again?” She would press her flat chest against his back in the kitchen and murmur: “I can be good for you too, you know... Even better than her...”
The tension had been building slowly for months until it finally exploded. The first big break happened on a Thursday night. Yoona and Taeyeon were at a business dinner. Jimin and Minjeong had just gotten home from a performance. Luccas couldn't wait any longer. He entered Jimin's room while she was showering, grabbed the black pantyhose she had just taken off, which was still warm and with the crotch slightly wet, and wrapped it around his cock on her bed. He was in the middle of jerking off, moaning her name, when the door opened. Jimin was there, wrapped in a towel, hair damp, her dark eyes intense. She didn't look surprised and a slight smile formed on her face, “Luccas…” He froze, his cock throbbing, his face burning with shame. She entered, closed the door slowly and let the towel fall. Her voluptuous body was completely exposed. Huge heavy breasts with dark nipples, soft belly, meaty thighs and a beautiful pussy that she hadn't shaved in a few days and that certainly smelled and tasted wonderful. “Little brother… you don't need to hide anymore. I've known for a long time. The way you look at me. The way my things come back… used.” She smiled again, soft and warm, crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed. “And I like it. A lot.” That night, they didn't go all the way. She simply pulled his face to her chest, cradling him like she always did, and let him suck on her nipple while her small hand caressed his cock slowly and gently through the pantyhose. She watched her brother and his desperate mouth on her breast with great pride. Afterward, she held him tightly as he spilled all over her soft belly, thick jets painting her skin. She kissed his forehead and whispered: “You're safe with me, Luccas. Noona is here.”
Minjeong caught them the next morning, entering the hallway and seeing Jimin saying goodbye to Luccas with a kiss, his hand cupping one of her breasts. Instead of anger, Minjeong's eyes filled with desire and that familiar intense jealousy. She simply approached, leaned against his back and whispered: “It'll be my turn soon, oppa. I'm waiting too.” Jimin truly claimed him two nights later. Minjeong was in a prolonged recording session. The mothers were out. Jimin prepared dinner wearing nothing but an apron, her huge tits visible from the side of the apron and her big ass completely exposed. They ate on the couch, her thigh resting over his lap. Afterward, she pulled him into her room, gently pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips. “I need you tonight, baby,” she murmured, her voice low and affectionate. “No more pretending.” She guided his hands to her breasts, letting him squeeze them as much as he wanted. Then she slid down his body, taking his thick cock into her mouth, hot, wet and perfect, sucking him slowly and deeply until he was trembling. When she finally sat on his cock, taking every inch in a smooth slide, Luccas moaned at how hot and tight she felt around him. She rode him firmly, thighs flexing as her hips rotated in slow circles. Her huge boobs swayed with every movement, and she kept one hand in his hair, guiding his mouth back to her nipple. “That's it... suck on noona while you fuck me,” she whispered, her voice sweet and commanding at the same time. “You're such a good boy for me, Luccas. My perfect little brother.” He felt completely dominated, completely safe, loved in the most obscene way possible. Jimin treated him like her baby and her toy at the same time. Protective, dominant, infinitely affectionate. She made him feel small and loved, even while using his dick for her own pleasure, whispering praises between moans until they both came intensely, him deep inside her and her contracting around him with a trembling cry.
Afterward, she slowly pulled away from him, his cock glistening with their mixed fluids, and smiled that mischievous older sister smile. “I know what else you want, baby. You've been staring at my feet for years.” She positioned herself on the bed, placing the perfect soft soles of each foot on either side of his still-hard cock, and pressed them together around him. Her arches wrapped perfectly around his thickness, her toes flexing as she began to stroke him up and down in a slow, teasing footjob. The heat of her skin and the way her toes curled over the head of his cock was everything he had fantasized about. Jimin watched his face the whole time, biting her lip, her huge breasts rising and falling as she stimulated him. “That's it… fuck noona's pretty feet like the little pervert you are. You've jerked off thinking about them so many times, haven't you?” Luccas thrust between her soles, moaning, until he couldn't hold back anymore. He came hard, thick ropes of cum splashing over her perfect feet and ankles. Jimin just chuckled softly, bringing one foot to his mouth so he could lick it clean. “Good boy.” Afterward, she pulled him to her chest again, nestling his head between her breasts, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead. “You belong to me now,” she murmured. “I'll protect you, spoil you, ruin you… anything you need. I love you so much, little brother.”
Minjeong's turn came three days later. She had been extremely affectionate and whiny all morning, wearing only Luccas's hooded sweatshirt, with nothing underneath. She found him in his room and suddenly snuggled into his lap. “Oppa…” she whispered, her voice soft and sweet but tinged with desire. “Unnie had you first... but I want you to use me too...” Luccas tried to be gentle at first, kissing her softly, removing the sweatshirt to reveal her tiny breasts, smooth belly and narrow waist. But Minjeong didn't want gentleness. She pushed his head between her thighs and begged: “Eat me, oppa. Make me yours.” Her pussy was shaved, tiny, tight and so wet. He licked her until she came, moaning and pulling his hair. When he finally penetrated her, she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders. “You're splitting me... so deep... use me harder, oppa.” He fucked her like the delicate toy she wanted to be, pinning her small wrists above her head, thrusting deep and firmly into her tight heat while her thin legs wrapped around his waist. Minjeong treated him differently from Jimin. She was possessive and spoiled, making him feel powerful and needed at the same time. She wanted to be dominated, used and then spoiled. “Harder… break me,” she moaned, her eyes glazed with pleasure. He came deep inside her, filling her up while she contracted around him, cumming again with a soft moan. Afterward, she snuggled against him like a kitten, her hand wrapping around his softening dick. “Don't love unnie more than me,” she murmured, half joking, half serious. “I'll be your perfect little toy… or I'll be bad if you want. But you have to take care of me afterward, oppa.”
The three continued getting involved for another week. Stolen kisses in the kitchen, Jimin caressing Minjeong on the couch while Luccas watched, Minjeong giving him a blowjob under the dinner table while Jimin cooked. The mothers would come home and, apparently, everything seemed normal. Family dinners, movie nights where Luccas's head rested on Jimin's soft chest and Minjeong snuggled by his side. But the atmosphere between the siblings was electric.
The night when everything became definitive came on a stormy Saturday. Yoona and Taeyeon had spent the night in another city. The penthouse belonged to the siblings. They started on the couch, with the lights low, the rain beating hard against the windows. Clothes were slowly removed. Jimin's huge breasts were freed, Minjeong's small body looked so fragile next to her, Luccas's thick cock stood proud and leaking. Jimin took control as always. She made Luccas lie on his back on the couch. Then she straddled his face, facing his feet, lowering her wet pussy onto his mouth while leaning forward. Minjeong climbed on top of him too, but instead of mounting his cock immediately, she knelt between his spread thighs and took him into her mouth first, sucking him deeply while Jimin rubbed herself on his face. The position allowed the sisters to kiss and touch each other on top of him. Jimin's hands in Minjeong's blonde hair, Minjeong's fingers pinching Jimin's nipples, while Luccas licked, sucked and moaned into his older sister's pussy. After a few minutes, Jimin pulled away from his face, breathing heavily. “Switch, baby. I want to feel you inside me while Minjeong watches closely.” She turned and sank onto his cock in cowgirl position, facing him this time, so he could see her massive tits swaying loosely. Minjeong crawled to the side of them on the carpet, kissing Luccas wetly while her hand rubbed Jimin's clit. The three moved together, Jimin riding him deep and slow, Minjeong's tongue in his mouth, her tiny body pressed against his side. They kept switching positions, never losing the rhythm. Luccas sat up, pulled Minjeong onto his lap with her back to him and fucked her in reverse cowgirl while Jimin knelt in front of her, licking Minjeong's tiny clit and massaging Luccas's balls at the same time. Minjeong came hard, whimpering like a puppy. Then Luccas put Jimin on all fours on the carpet and penetrated her from behind, hammering her soaked pussy while Minjeong lay underneath them, sucking and squeezing Jimin's swinging breasts.
The hours passed and they didn't even notice. They came again and again. Jimin contracting around him while Minjeong masturbated, Minjeong screaming when he filled her small pussy, the two sisters on their knees sharing his cock with their mouths until he covered their tongues and chins. In the last round, Luccas laid them on their backs side by side on the carpet, legs spread, and fucked them one after the other, with deep thrusts into Jimin's welcoming heat, then into Minjeong's incredibly tight little pussy, until he couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled out at the last second and came over both their bellies and breasts, thick white spurts marking them as his. When they finally collapsed in a sweaty, cum-covered pile on the couch, Jimin pulled their heads to her soft chest. Luccas latched onto a fat nipple, lazily sucking like the baby he secretly loved to be. Minjeong caressed the other, her hand possessively wrapping around her brother's exhausted cock.
“This is us now,” Jimin whispered, her voice hoarse and satisfied, stroking their hair. “No more hiding. No more masturbating alone in our rooms. You cum for your sisters. You fuck us. You belong to us.” Minjeong kissed his chin, sleepy and satisfied. “And I can be your little toy whenever I want… right, oppa?” Luccas nodded, exhausted, happy, completely subdued. The rain kept falling. The penthouse smelled of sex, vanilla, strawberry, sweat and cum. Tomorrow the mothers would come home, and everyone would sit down for breakfast as if nothing had changed. Yoona teasing them for being too quiet, Taeyeon smiling softly. But the three would exchange secret glances across the table, carrying the most obscene and most beautiful family secret. Jimin kissed the top of Luccas's head. “Sleep, baby. Tomorrow we start figuring out how to make this work every day… us three, whenever we want.” Minjeong let out a soft giggle against his neck. “Promise?” “I promise,” Jimin murmured, pulling the blanket over the three of them. Luccas then fell asleep between the two girls who had become his obsession, his ruin and his everything. His sisters, his lovers, the center of all his obscene fantasies.
