I put this on rush (I have currently stayed up about 3 hours past my self-imposed bedtime that way I can focus on Mohyo because damn those pictures are something) Also, someone please laugh at the pun after you've read the fic. You don't have to tell me you laugh, but I hope someone got a chuckle.
Length 2.5K
Bae x Mreader
P.S. This was what I was originally working on as the second fic for last week, but as mentioned, I got a little carried away by the Ryujin fic. Anyway, please enjoy.
Friday night and nothing to do, no one to meet. Bae huffed in annoyance. She was in her prime, she was funny, beautiful. She should have tons of people flocking to her, her girls wanting to go out and party, and men asking to fuck her. The last point was what mattered most to the young woman right now. It had been months since she had been with someone, and it was eating at her now. “Fuck,” she whined. “You know what? I’m going to go out and get myself a man.” The thought was solidified in her mind now. “Just one little fuck and I’m good.” She said to herself as she got dressed to go out to a club.
The night would not start as expected for the young woman. She spent over an hour at the club, going from group to group eyeing men up and getting more than a few drinks in her system. It was good and all, but none of the men were pushing to take her home. Bae hadn’t even gotten the slightest hint that any of them would make a move on her. She was beyond annoyed, and she finished her drink. The young woman could not believe her luck in the situation. She would have to take things further into her own hands at this rate. Bae passed her glass back to the barkeep and turned away, wanting to clear her mind and reset her game plan.
Bae stumbled as she walked toward the restroom. She looked for the women’s restroom, about to head in that direction when she noticed the long line. She sighed and looked around, noticing a sign for an all gender bathroom. Bae couldn’t help but chuckle; more than likely, those were being used for people to hook up in. Still, she didn’t see a line, so she went in, passing by a guard assigned to make sure that if things were going down, everyone involved wanted it.
Bae felt the weight of the drinks finally hitting her after all the time she had spent here. “I really should’ve stopped drinking early,” she whined to herself, the loud club music keeping anyone from hearing her words as she made her way to the back. The drinks she had were many, not enough to get her completely drunk, though. The barkeep watering them down to save money, made sure of that. Once inside the bathroom, Bae made her way to the sinks. She brought her hands under the faucet, cool water pouring out for a few seconds, quickly stopping when she moved her hands away.
Bae splashed her face with the cool water, regaining some of her senses as she went into one of the stalls. She took a seat on the toilet, letting herself recover with the peace that came with no one being around to bother her. She took deep breaths, her thoughts going to the men she saw around the club. Surely one of them would ask her to have ramen. In other words, one of them would take her back to their home and fuck her.
Bae blinked a few times before she noticed something move. She jumped, frightened until she saw what it was. Unbeknownst to Bae, she had walked into a gloryhole stall. Once she recovered, she eyed the cock. On one hand, she did want to have sex; on the other hand, would she really be the kind of woman to have sex with a strange cock she met in a club bathroom? She considered that thought for a few brief seconds as she stared at the cock peaking through.
Bae huffed; she couldn’t resist in the end. She reached for the cock, her hand beginning to stroke it at once while she kneeled in front of it. On one hand, she couldn’t believe what she was about to do; on the other, it had been a long while since she had gotten laid, and there was no time like the present. Besides, the longer she stared at your cock, the more enticing it was. Bae was licking her lips as she inched closer to it. She tightened her grip, feeling your pulse when she went still. The young woman stuck her tongue out from between her plump lips and dragged it along the tip, teasing you by swirling it around. She liked the taste and wrapped her lips around the head.
You shiver as you feel her mouth envelop you, her warm, slick tongue lapping at your cock. The appendage would swirl around the tip in a slowly teasing motion, always leaving you wanting more. She would swipe across the center before slowly going around the edges. You never knew when she would speed up. You would just feel the pleasure suddenly spike as when she did. On the other side of the wall, Bae was smiling. She could feel you shudder when her tongue crossed the center. Her hand continued to move along your shaft as she played with you.
At the same time, she was making sure to get something out of it too. Her other hand was down between her legs, fingers circling her clit. Bae moaned around your cock, her mind slowly losing focus on her teasing ways as she began to bob her head. “Ah, what the hell,” she thought to herself. She didn’t have to treat you well; you were a stranger. She could be whoever she wanted to right now. With her mind set, the young woman suddenly pushed your cock into the back of her throat. Your muscles tightened as you felt the heat from her throat around your shaft. You let out a loud moan, leaving Bae satisfied with herself.
She pulled back, her hand grasping and stroking your slick shaft as she shook her head in an attempt to move her hair back. Bae’s breath staggered as she approached your cock again, taking it as far as she could once more. Her fingers worked furiously against her clit. She didn’t mind choking on your cock, in fact, she was loving it. Her lower half began moving on its own, hips rocking back and forth. Bae’s fingers slipped inside her wet slit. The young woman moaned around your cock, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure you felt.
When Bae pulled back, she could feel your cock throbbing in her hand. She moved her hand across your shaft quickly, making you grunt as you tried to hold back. “Come on, don’t hold back.” You hear her say, her lips pressing against the tip. “I want you to cum. Who knows, maybe I’ll let you cum all over my pretty little face. I’ll have to walk back out into the club covered in all your spunk. Doesn't that sound nice?” You continue to grunt, Bae’s hand moving quickly. You can feel her tracing her lips with the tip of your cock, coating them in your precum. Bae dragged her tongue along the tip, getting a taste for herself. “Oh, yeah, I want you to blow a nice big load all over me,”
The young woman pushed you to your limit, her lips pressing against the tip of your cock and her hand sliding along your shaft. You grunt, pushing your hips forward against the wall as you finally cum. Bae pushes forward, keeping just the head of your cock in her mouth, letting all your cum spurt onto her tongue. She moaned softly as she drank the salty liquid. She was so close to cumming, but she stopped herself. There was no need for her fingers to do the work when there was a perfectly good cock she could use.
Bae slowly rose to her feet. She stroked your cock slowly, giving you enough pleasure to stay hard but not enough for anything else. “I hope you still have some more energy,” She told you.
You wondered what was coming. All you could do was wait and let her hand please you for now. It took a moment, but then the sensations changed. You felt something warm and tight envelop you. It was easy enough for you to tell it wasn’t her mouth, and that left you imagining what the young woman’s form looked like as she pushed her ass against the wall, getting as many inches inside her cunt as she could. All you could really do was stay pressed against the wall, letting the young woman have her way with you yet again.
That young woman was reveling in the control and pleasure she felt. She kept her hands pressed against the opposing stall walls, using them to push herself back against your cock. She moaned loudly, thankful that you had a cock good enough to where the wall’s thickness didn’t matter too much. She was getting her fill, and that’s all that mattered.
“Oh, I needed this,” she moans, continuing to push herself back against your cock, her walls squeezing you tightly. Still, the young woman needed more; she pulled down the straps of her top and pushed the garment down. One hand stayed on the far wall while the other went to her tits. She grabbed one, kneading it roughly, her nipple growing hard as she rubbed it against her palm. Bae pinched the hard nub between her thumb and index finger tightly. In search of more pleasure, she twisted the nipple and tugged on it until it was taut. Her moans filled the bathroom. Being sensitive, you were struggling to hold yourself together, especially when the young woman’s cunt was constricting your cock. Still, she didn’t slow down, rather speeding up as she felt your cock throbbing inside her. The way things were going, Bae thought about how much longer you could last. She was willing to bet you had at least one more orgasm. Bae pulled herself away from you. She looked over her shoulder, watching your cock twitch as she denied your climax.
Bae was having the time of her life doing this. She called out to you, inviting you over to her stall. You took the opportunity without a second thought, moving from your space to hers. The moment you came through the stall door, she wrapped her arms around you and spun you around, making you take a seat on the toilet. Locking the door behind her, Bae straddled your lap. “Nice to meet you,” she said with a laugh. The young woman pressed her lips against yours, pushing her tongue into your mouth as she rubbed the tip of your cock between her slick folds. “You better not cum quickly. I want you to hold it in. Enjoy the way I fuck myself on this beautiful cock.” Bae shivered, her lips curling into a smile as she dropped herself onto your cock. With no barrier keeping the two of you separated by even a few centimeters, she could now feel every inch of your cock inside her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she grunted, grinding against you as she reveled in the sensation of your cock filling her so well.
The young woman placed her hands on your shoulders, lifting herself until just the tip remained inside her warm body before dropping back down. Bae threw her head back, the pleasure building within her again. She was being her honest self and began bouncing on your cock wildly. Each bounce, she was impaling herself, delicious pleasure crashing over her.
Your hands shake as you reach for her waist. When they reach her, you grip her tightly but let her control the pace, only helping guide her along your shaft. You both fill the bathroom with moans. As you do, though, your eyes stick to the hypnotic sight of her bouncing breasts. The modest mounds rise and fall in small circles.
You lean in and capture one of the soft mounds in your mouth, your teeth quickly finding the hard nub that was her nipple. You bite down on it. Bae’s toes curl as the pain mixes with the building pleasure in her body. “Yes!” She cries out. You feel the grip on your shoulders tighten as she’s overcome by every sensation. Her walls follow suit, clamping down around your cock. The grip you have on her nipple tightens just a little more. The pain and pleasure increased as she continued to bounce on your cock. She could feel your teeth sinking into her flesh. It all felt so good. Bae couldn’t hold on any longer. She slammed herself down, burying your cock inside her as she exploded all over it. As she cries out with pleasure, you shift your hands from her waist to her face as you pull her in for a kiss, cumming with her. Bae wraps her hands around you, softly bounces on your cock, barely moving in reality, but it helps milk your cock of the last of your cum.
Her body tingled all over as she felt your second load repaint her cunt. This climax felt all the better for her, and she was willing to bet it was the same for you. Being able to see your partner cumming was one of her special interests.
Bae remained on your lap, rocking her hips as the tingling sensation faded slowly. “That was amazing. You have no idea how much I needed that,” she said softly, her voice tired and heavy. You both remained seated a little longer, your cock softening inside her. After a few minutes, Bae had regained her strength and decided it was time to end things. She moaned softly as she pushed herself off you. Your cum leaked out of her immediately, plopping onto the ground as she took steps back. Bae looks down at her body, seeing the indentation left on her nipple and smiling. Thoughts played through her mind; her eyes made their way up your body until she met yours. “You know, I could use someone who treats a girl roughly like this,” Bae pulled up her crop top, bringing the straps back over her shoulders. “And I see you can be a good boy and let a girl take charge. I think we would be great friends, help each other with our needs. What do you say?”
“Y-yeah, that sounds good,” you say, a little out of breath. You watch as Bae fixes her skirt, covering her messy slit with her panties. She reaches her hand out toward you, a playful smirk on her face, “My name is Bae. I’ll be waiting outside for you to catch your breath. And you can give me your number then. You don’t have to worry about me running off. I…enjoyed our time getting to know each other.” That being said, Bae unlocked the stall and left.
You stood up, put on your pants, and rushed out after her. Bae noticed and turned her head, smirking as she saw she had you in the palm of her hand. She hadn’t expected the night to go the way it did, but boy, was she happy with the results. Now she wouldn’t have a problem getting laid.
You were equally happy with how the night had turned out. You hadn't expected to make a friend with benefits when you decided to try out the glory hole.
Male Reader x Jiyeon, Jiu, Bae, Asa, Moka, Jinsoul (smut) 2k words
the gimmick is simple, it's a speedrun, written in an hour. If your curious why the splits look like shit its because I for some reason did this with the dumbest binds known to man and kept fucking them up.
Your run begins.
It's a pretty simple route, you've practiced it down to a simple science. The first thing you must do is throw yourself out of the observable universe, go outside of your bedroom and jump on the cardboard box. Do a few spins and watch as the earth becomes a barely observable spec in your eyes.
Then you blink three times, and you are exactly where you need to be. In Jiyeon's bedroom, now– the difficulty from this section is supposed to come from the fact there's a blinking camera spying on your actions. You have to disable it, bla bla bla.
That isn't the case, because you never made hit the check to activate said camera. Therefore, free game. You skip through the dialogue as much as you could, there's a bit of unskippable text.
"Mmh, nice cock… Glad you've came back here." Your clock's ticking needlessly as Jiyeon jerks you off, stroking you hard and firm– she keeps that same rhythm that's been measured. You know what happens, she pumps and pumps with her spit covered hand up until you throb in her hand. Then she says.
"Can I suck it?"
The optimal route is no, move straight onto blowing her back out. But luckily, as long as you cum you can mark your split. So, fuck it. Have a bit of variety.
"Yes."
And she's off, her lips parting as your tip disappears into the warmth of her mouth, it's euphoric. She's the most talented head-giver on the route, which is high praise to say the least. She doesn't waste time, like she knows you are on a timer of your own. Bobbing her head up and down while maintaining the cutest eye contact, it's a sleeper agent, threatening to make you cum instantly.
Which is what you want, but unfortuantely quick-cumming is considered an exploit, you have to get the bar up to a specific amount. But Jiyeon is very quickly helping you get across the bar. You put your hands in her hair, thrusting in and out of her mouth as you look around her room. It's a nice place, looks very basic, bland. Almost like whoever made it was considering the fact there was a hot woman in front of you would be enough for you to not pay attention.
"You are good at that, fuck." You groan, even with all the familiarity it's still euphoric. You are close to a red split, that's not good. You consume a bit of energy to put Jiyeon against the pillows, mouth-fucking her to the absolute fastest pace you can, your mind overwhelmed with the speedrun, the feeling of her throat constricting around your tip. The gagging, the spit everywhere.
"Fuck." You moan, firing your load in her mouth.
You disappear, phasing through her floor with a well timed glitch out. Then comes the most annoying part of this run, stealing Jiyeon's car and driving way too far, a whole uninterrupted 30 seconds required for you to get to the ocean side.
Now here's the hardest part as well, kicking Jiyeon's car into the ocean then falling underneath it. So you clip onto the nearby boat, all to circumvent having to join the Voidbound. Worth it though, you get to plow the hottest captain of them all.
It takes a few times for you to get the skip correct, but you've never got it right. World-record doesn't even get it right first time. So you don't feel too bad.
Especially since when it works you end up naked and in front of the smoking hot dominant woman. "Good fucking boy." Okay you've skipped a bit of dialogue, if you do it intentionally you submit a bit, she praises you. Gives you a kiss etc etc.
But you are balls deep inside her, she bounces up and down as she rides your cock like a piece of meat. She's tighter than a vice and her tits feel great in your palm, shes so hot. You can't help it.
"Mommy."
And it's said, then the tie she was wearing is around your neck. You throb inside her as she softly asphyxiates the oxygen away.
"Good, good boy, taking it exactly how I want you to. Keep it up and I'll have to reward you. " It's a shame you won't be here to endure that, oh well. It's about the glory and prestige, she ruffles your hair with her spare hand.
"fuck…!"
"Keep going, good."
There's no skip out of Jiu's segment that doesn't make you cringe, you have to walk out with your pants down while she's confused. But oh well, it works. Bae's not too far away, just got to fast travel to Brazil and there she is, in the club partying.
"I'm your Bae ayyy." Bae introduces herself in the same cringey way that only works because she's grinding herself against your shaft in the club bathroom. She's bent over the sink, the mirror reflecting how beautiful she looks. You pull off her outfit, push yourself inside in one smooth action and the time's clocking.
"F-fuck, what's your name again?" She asks, you don't tell. It gives you three additional lines of dialogue, unoptimal. So you just grip onto her ass tighter, pound a bit harder and the conversation disappears. "Oh god, oh my god!"
The club music pierces through, she can't hear your moans and you can barely hear her, but it's fine. You've already came twice right? It's an underrated pain of the category, six orgasms in such a short time but you keep it pushing. Pushing your cock deeper inside, hitting spots that only you can hit. (not for any reason other than you've optimised this.)
Bae cums quick, quicker than a cum on a back till it comes back. She's already came twice in this interaction, bad for the bar fill but thus is the route. She shrieks and the club door starts to open. Oh shit!
Late night concert section, complete sidequest in the actual fic. But it allows you to skip two other idols (Wonyoung and Karina) so Asa is your piece for tonight. She's underneath the stage light with her back to the floor. You are deep inside her, stuffing her tiny cunt with every inch of you. Slamming in and out of her, she's the wettest pussy you've ever had the invitation of being inside of.
"Fuck me! Fuck me harder, oh my– make it so I can't feel anything but you forever!" It's a bit dramatic, but with the squelching noises and the clawing of her long nails on your back. You have to abide, have to obey.
Asa will feel it forever.
"Harder!" She demands, you feel the muscle pain start to flair up. The sound of skins slapping is reverberating throughout the air, it's honestly quite impressive. You nip at her neck, leave marks all over her sweaty flushed skin.
"Take it!" You groan, she's cockdrunk– not listening to the words you are saying, just moaning along to the vibe of your sound. Asa cums all around you, thats your halfway indicator. Slipping out of her and picking her up, throwing her onto a randomly leftover chair. Immediately back inside, you are struggling like an animal. She's struggling like the prey. You both share the same thought, holy fuck I need to cum.
"Ruin me, ruin me!" She chants, you oblige. Ruining yourself to ruin her, it's for the route you say. Like you aren't taking pleasure out of it, trying to focus on too many things and focusing on absolutely nothing at the same time.
Unfortunately, you can't spend more time with Asa. Even more awkwardly you have to swipe her underwear for this one, summon the gooner patrol to fast travel you to Moka's bedroom. This one is decorated, full of pastel colours and pretty little lights.
Oh, and a half-naked woman spreading herself open for you. But details, this part doesn't have sex in it anyways. Moka's hand grips you slowly, then pumps you super fast. Your hand tease Moka's entrance, rubbing her lips before your finger slip themselves inside of her puffy cunt. She has the softest and prettiest moans of everyone.
"That's nice, mmmh." Moka moans, you spit on your cock to give her a bit of a hand. She smiles brighter than the sun, it's a cute crime. One rewarded with a second finger, watching as she adjusts and takes it. Moka's a beauty worth watching, one that goes directly at odds with your run.
"You are pretty." You praise, give her a kiss on the cheek as you hit all the right spots. Moka's mess spreads in wetness on her sheets. "Pretty mess, pretty girl."
"T-than, please, more." A curl of your fingers and your other hand teases her clit. Moka is nearly there, the most beautiful part of it all. "I'm–"
The final part of the route, heading to the bottom of the depths of hell. Why? Well because the run ends with you fucking a demon? Right? Duh, obviously. Demons and anal is not just a sick band name, but also the finale. Jinsoul's ass stretched open by your cock as her horns flare red with pleasure (and literal fire!)
"You are pleasing, human thrall." Her tail teases your ass at the same time, it's synergistic. By a fluke of a good run you manage to get her on the bed, it saves you time in the long run. You might actually get world record, holy. Just need to keep going, hit the cheat codes.
The cheat codes are simple; you spank her. Swatting Jinsoul'ss asscheeks with enough force to turn them as red as the hell surrounding her. "Keep pounding me, human."
"You got it." Yeah this sections not the sexiest, the dialogue isn't very good for the imagination. It sounds like a christian demonstration of sex, down to the hell and everything.
Wait? Is that the messaging of this fanfiction? There's got to be some irony there, make a porno and make it end in the least satisfying climax ever. If it didn't have so many neat exploits and tricks nobody would be running this, but oh well.
"Human, I'm feeling a coil in my nether r-" You shut her up mentally, tuning out all sound. Because you can't handle it, what a boring ending. At least Jinsoul's hot ay? Not the worst finale visually.
NMIXX's Bae Jinsol (Smut) & Kim Jiwoo (Fluff) x Male Reader
3.5k words
A/N: Pretty vanilla as far as things go. Another series I might or might not finish, idk.
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The mini-mart glows against the darkness of the night with serenity. Some whirring from the lights can be heard, sure, but it's mostly quiet, reserved for the passing cars and motorcycles on the main road from afar.
The electronic bell dings as you cross the threshold into the blue of the mini-mart — clean, somehow melancholic. It greets you with the smell of fishcakes and seafood meatballs at the first whiff — so familiar, so disarming as always. Other patrons don't seem to care about your presence, still searching for their stuff. Your fingers tap on the side of your thighs as you walk towards the instant noodles section, breaths getting colder from the thankless air conditioners. It spills into your lungs with ease, wrapping you in the comfort of your favorite place — almost your second home.
You walk through rows of goods into the store. Your desired late-night meal seems to be buried far inside here, along with the kettle and the 'cooking' table. Not that it looks and feels like the land before time, just far from the entrance. You recognize a few faces as you walk deeper into the mart, and you just give them a polite smile. The staff are working diligently, arranging stuff with vigor despite the time closing in on a new day. You've heard that the pay is pretty decent here.
You continue to tread into the store until you find the column — your heaven — and you start to locate the container of the ramen you've been craving. It's sweet. It's spicy. It's dry, and you're expecting more of the same today. You keep searching and searching for it until a black-red paper cup meets your eyes.
Splendid.
You pick it up in a haste before backtracking towards the cashiers. Your hand places it onto the desk, and the sound seems to startle the woman on the store's only computer a little. From behind, the pixie, bleached hair is more than prominent. She looks a layer cooler with it. The blue marine shirt fits her body perfectly. Just a few kilograms different from this and she has to shift a size.
And she turns around.
That's Kim Jiwoo for you.
She takes a quick scan of you and the object you're holding. Her hands are bunched up in the middle between her legs on the seat, and she smiles.
"Aren't you gonna try anything new?" Jiwoo asks with a chuckle, getting off her chair. It creaks lightly as she comes down.
You shrug before replying, "I'm happy with this."
Jiwoo picks up the cup, lifting it to the side of her face. "Could've at least added some vegetables," she tells you.
"Maybe next time," you say, watching her put the cup's barcode to the scanner. A loud beep fills the brief silence between the two of you.
"I should be in charge of your diet."
"Really?"
"Really."
You just chuckle lightly as you whip out your phone to scan the QR code on the doohickey machine every store seems to have — a beep, and the payment is processed. It's as quick as a quick brown fox that jumps over the lazy dog.
"Can I ask you one thing?" Jiwoo utters as the receipt is being printed out. She places her hand on the printer, waiting to rip the paper off and hand it to you.
"Go ahead."
"Do you mind if I walk back with you? I'm clocking out at midnight," she suggests, twisting her hips slightly.
You take a quick glance at your watch — eight minutes left. No harm in waiting for a bit, perhaps.
"Yeah, sure," and you look back at Jiwoo, who's now smiling against the darkness of the night, brighter than the lights of the mini-mart.
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"So, are you going back home this holiday?" you ask. Each step feels heavy under the unforgiving summer heat, occupying the serenity of the street. It's the kind of climate you've gotten quite used to, but it's still pretty daunting to walk under this temperature.
"Yeah, I'll be gone for a few days," Jiwoo replies. Her bleached white hair shines against the night. She's still in her store uniform from the earlier shift. "My family could use a visit right now. How about yours?"
Your mind wanders back to your parents, a few hours from here. You just talked to your mom yesterday about how your work was going — another model booked for tomorrow, another one next week. Judging from her voice, they're probably doing fine. There's nothing to be worried about for now.
"I'll stay here, maybe splash the cash in the city area or something like that," you say with a shrug. Your hands swing leisurely as you walk through the dimly lit street.
"I'd go with you if I hadn't already booked the train ticket," Jiwoo scoffs, eliciting a breathy chuckle out of your nose.
The two of you continue to tread through the asphalt street into the night. You pass the houses and the apartments and the closed stores with each step. Your eyes sweep around you, taking in the atmosphere of the night — quiet, secure. Strange, you usually don't really pay attention this much walking back alone, scrolling your phone mindlessly every single occasion. Maybe it's the fact that there's somebody with you this entire time, accompanying you back to your place on this peaceful night. Jiwoo's a pleasant company to have, even if the two of you see each other's faces barely an hour per week. She just flips through every page of you so easily.
"What do you usually order at the cafes?" Jiwoo cuts through the calmness of the night as she looks at you. Her right hand grips her bag strap firmly. "I just … don't wanna deal with the silence with you."
With you?
You quickly brush off the lingering thought before replying, "Uh … Assam tea? I think it's delicious."
"Okay," Jiwoo sings. "Any second place?"
"Milk tea, probably Taiwanese?" you respond, raising your eyebrow slightly.
"Too bad I'm a coffee girl, then," Jiwoo says with a chuckle. "We're probably not that compatible, after all."
You laugh along with her. "Opposites attract~"
"Many such cases, I guess."
And the two of you laugh boisterously into the stillness of the night, alerting the residents of your bothersome presence.
Jiwoo asks with the residue of her laugh, "Do you wanna come up to my place and grab a few beers? I need someone to help drink it."
"Woah, that's an incredibly brazen invitation, Miss," you say playfully, pulling yourself away from Jiwoo a bit, and she just chuckles.
"What? Are you scared?"
"Of course not," you rebut. "It's just that I have work to do, that's all."
Jiwoo squints her eyes into slits. She moves closer to you, examining your body language. The faint smell of her sweat hits your nose — familiar, addictive — and that seems to trigger something inside your body.
Suddenly, Jiwoo lets out a raucous laugh into the calmness of the night, making you scrunch your eyebrows slightly.
"I'm just kidding!" Jiwoo shouts, laughing as if she's at the end of the world. "Just grab a few beers from my fridge and go back to your place — just that. They expire in like … I don't know … a week?"
Well, that little fragment of lust burns into ashes quickly. The remnants of her sweat dissipate back into the vast darkness of the night. Then, with a beat, you laugh out of pure comfort.
"You are-you are very good at this, Jiwoo," you say with a hand on your chest, body arching back slightly as you walk through the night together.
Jiwoo just smiles before saying, "Come on, we're almost there."
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Her room looks mostly neatly kept and cozy, except for the small lump of stuff on her now-unusable table. The bed looks comfortable with the purple sheets, filled with so many kinds of plushies.
Jiwoo tosses her bag carelessly onto the bed, along with her phone and wallet. They land on the sheets with thuds. She then goes to her refrigerator. There's so many assortments of beer inside — Hoegaarden, Modelo, Asahi. What a connoisseur!
She ruminates in front of the cans for a while — Asahi, Modelo, Hoegaarden — before picking up a few Modelos and handing them to you. With that bleached pixie cut, she just looks so fucking cool giving you the beers somehow.
"Here," she says with a polite smile.
"Thanks," and you pick up the beers and place them in your tote bag. Small clinks and clanks can be heard.
"Bye," Jiwoo bids you farewell, so sudden as if she's trying to shoo you away respectfully. The gist of her sweat wafts into your nose, and again, it gets your heart pumping even for a fleeting moment.
"O-oh, yeah," you stammer but sure to hide that glint of desire with a cough. "See you tomorrow?"
"If you come before eight, yeah," Jiwoo responds with a smile, waving at you.
"Guess I'll see you after the holidays," and you chuckle softly. "Safe travels."
"You too."
Her smile is the last thing you see before you close the door to her apartment. Yeah, see her after the holidays.
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ynotions, 14:48: are you there yet lol
The message was sent about half an hour ago. She's probably busy with her parents, nothing serious.
jiwoolly, 15:23: just got off the train yeah
The notification lights up your watch in the darkness of the studio. Bae insisted on turning off the lights. Shadows are sexy, she said. Your camera was passed to her mere minutes ago along with your casual, so-not-ready-to-impress-anyone clothes. She's configuring on your camera in the manual mode, trying to immortalize you in the most gorgeous way possible. Your bared body quivers in the cold of the studio's air conditioners. You're getting goosebumps everywhere, but you're resisting it for her — for the fucking grace of Bae Jinsol. Your boss probably wouldn't mind. You finished the session early, and you deserve some playtime, after all.
"Voila," Bae utters, aiming the camera at you to test her adjustments. She knows what she's doing, definitely — the way she holds it, the look in her eyes. They just all come together as one hell of a photographer.
"Can you put your arms behind your back?"
You adjust yourself to follow her instructions, stretching yourself lightly to accentuate those luscious curves. Your body bends forward just to look a little hotter in the photo. The studio lights shine on you idly, casting a set of sexy shadows on the white backdrop — curves, ass, cock — and Bae seems pleased with the end product.
"Alright," and she looks into the viewfinder, pointing the front of the lens at you. "One, two, three."
Your eyes squint for a split second with how intense the flash is. Bae pulls the camera away from her eyes as she examines what's on the display, and she smiles.
"You look gorgeous," she remarks before anchoring the camera on the tripod — so professional. Then, she walks towards you, a remote in her hand, to capture what she's going to do.
As Bae reaches you, it's obvious that she's towering over you so damn easily. She swipes her thumb across your cheeks softly. The other hand places itself on your taut abs, and you are shuddering. Your toes curl inside your socks. The scent of her laundry detergent mixed with a certain kind of perfume pervades your nose, and it's making you all dizzy. Your fingers tap on the sides of your thighs as you try to go through the sensation barrage Bae is giving. God, it's just so fucking much.
"Look into my eyes while I'm taking these clothes off, alright? Make it look like you yearn for me," Bae instructs, and you just nod profusely.
In a haste, Bae grabs onto the hem of her white tank top, arms crossed, looking into your eyes with desire. She presses the button — snap. Your hands hold hers cutely, trying to play some role in this undressing. You lunge at her for a kiss, but Bae stops you with her fingers on your now-pouty lips. "Not yet, baby," she coos.
Then, she pulls her top off deftly, and your fingers are struggling to follow hers. Her black bra greets you, and you're doing your fucking best not to peel it off her body immediately. "Come on, look at me, pretty boy," Bae says, tipping your chin up with her finger to keep the eye contact alive for the photo, and you just have to look at her — that goddamn absolute fucking beauty of her. Snap.
Bae hums as she guides your hands to the straps of her bra. Your fingers are shaking uncontrollably under the weight of anticipation, and suddenly, she kisses you. Snap. Your eyes are still opening wide.
It takes a few seconds for you to adjust to the kiss — sloppy, messy, passionate — but you get lost in it, eventually. You hear your lens whizzing from the side — zoom in — immaculately positioned to capture your mouths doing the misdeed, tongues twisting inside each other's mouths hungrily. The zooming stops — snap. Her bra comes off, falling onto the floor with ease. You hear Bae humming again as you begin dragging your lips down her firm body — neck, chest, tummy — leaving a long, filthy trail of spit until your chin hits the rim of her jeans Your tongue lands on her belly button, and Bae moans. Snap. The camera gets her mouth opening wide.
The lens whizzes again — zoom out this time. Bae attempts to continue the undressing with her free hand — futile. You help her unbuckle her belt before carelessly yanking the jeans down. A pair of black panties meets your eyes, and that irresistible hunger takes over you. And without a second thought, you devour her pretty cunt through the flimsy fabric of her underwear.
"F-fuck, shit, I-I'll just film it," Bae rasps before pressing a button on the remote and dropping it onto the floor — red light and a thud. Her hands hold your head firmly in place. The smell of her sweat, even if faint, triggers the primal instinct inside you, and resisting it only results in Bae's louder and more raucous moans.
jiwoolly, 15:28: don't tell me you're fucking the models again lol
Your watch is lit up again. It vibrates softly against Bae's thighs, and she seems to be interested in the business between you and Jiwoo.
You just nod, tongue still pressed flat against the folds of her pussy. Your hands remain on her delectable thighs, rubbing her with no restraints. Bae's body is shaking uncontrollably at your touch.
To Jiwoo, Bae sends a default heart emoji on the watch as a quick reply. Yeah, Jiwoo is going to know that your mouth is too busy eating your model's cunt to even use dictation or send a voice message.
ynotions, 15:29: [Red Heart]
"Th-there, I sent it," Bae rasps.
You just nod. Your fingers are squeezing the globes of her ass now, feeling the tenderness of her spilling between your dainty fingers. Bae moans loudly into the darkness of the studio, and the camera is capturing it all — her mouth, her tits, her flesh between your fingers. You feel her ass plush against your palm — soft — as the tips of your fingers graze the hem of her flimsy panties, threatening with your power to pull them down. That's the fucking tease you're giving her.
Through the thin fabric, the taste lingers on your tongue — salt, musk. Her juice seeps through her panties onto your tastebuds, and your mind is going haywire because of it. You just can't think straight with the intense scent of Bae's cunt and sweat pervading your nostrils.
Her body is struck with spasms upon spasms under the cold of the studio. Each lick pushes her closer to the precipice. Her nails plant themselves into your scalp as seconds tick by — a banner of her bliss — casting little crescent marks on the side of your head. The boisterous moans are filling the studio, erasing any signs of serenity that's left.
Airy, "Holy fuck," Bae whines.
The signals emerge. Her body arches back a little more, pressing her cunt onto your mouth a little harder. You keep lapping at her where she needs it the most — that fucking nerve ending, that fucking clitoris. Her ass inadvertently clenches in your palms. Her pulse surges into a presto. Her moans are sharper and less rhythmic. It's there — her rapture — it's there.
In a sudden, Bae overpowers you at the hem of her panties, finally freeing herself from the last confines of her clothes. You're bewitched at the sight of her wet, puffy cunt in front of your eyes — so drenched, so meaty.
You bury your nose inside Bae's lushness as every fucking signal of her body points towards her impending orgasm. Her ecstasy is approaching. Your tongue lavishes the folds of her perfect pussy, and you're getting yourself soaked in her clear, pristine juice. The aroma of her sweaty, nectar-soaked cunt flares up your nostrils, and it's driving you insane. Her taut ass quivers and writhes in your palms. It's going to be a goddamn wonderland when she bursts onto your face.
"I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm c—"
A scream, and the first splash of her juice paints your upper lip wet. It drips down into your mouth — musky. Her body shakes exuberantly in the darkness of the studio, unable to fathom the pleasure caused by your tongue. Nails are digging into your scalp — painful, but fucking worth it. Her hips buck into you as the climax wracks through her nerves. You let the second spurt of her nectar enter your mouth as you latch yourself onto her pretty cunt. Then come the third, and the fourth, and the fifth. You take all of her filthy squirt into your stomach, letting her taste coat the inside of your body. Your tongue enters her heaving cunt for the sake of tasting the wetness of her walls. Bae shrieks even harder with you licking on the inside of her pussy — musk. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she rasps. Her cunt feels so tender on your tongue. Your air becomes the aroma of her cunt, and you swear you can just breathe in just the smell of her for the rest of your life.
"Oh God, oh fuck," Bae whimpers. Her walls flutter around your tongue as you taste the salty juice from her drenched pussy. She just tastes so fucking delicious. Her legs are holding a lot of tension, trying her best not to collapse on top of you. Your tongue is still doing the misdeed inside her cunt, lavishing the intense taste of her sweat and musk. And God, you can just do this all day.
Her orgasm dissipates gradually, from harsh, deep breaths to softer ones. Your tongue is still working on the tightness of her walls, claiming her in the wake of oversensitivity. Her body shrieks and spasms in a tempo that slows down with each second that passes.
Her body settles eventually. Squirt drips down onto your tongue in small droplets — salty. Bae is still spasming faintly from the earlier tsunami that wracked through her. Her body bends back slightly as you look up. She just looks like an angel in the darkness — ethereal, bright.
Your watch buzzes softly.
jiwoolly, 15:33: have fun
And again.
jiwoolly, 15:33: [Double Exclamation Mark]
With how often you bury your tongue in your models' cunts, it is inevitable that you will receive Jiwoo's messages in the meantime.
Regretfully, you withdraw your tongue away from Bae's puffy cunt. A string of juice links between your lips and her insides lewdly that you just have to touch it, hope that the camera catches it. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes locking with Bae's before you reach for the remote lying idly on the floor.
And cut.
You stand up from the floor slowly, still a tad shorter than her even when your back is straight. Her face flushes red in front of you. Breaths smell of mint, and she just caresses your face fondly. You shiver slightly, and Bae leans in closer to you — a kiss, a soft kiss that makes your body feel warm against the cold of the studio. And she pulls back.
"I taste good," Bae says with a giggle.
You chuckle along with her softly. "Just give me a call whenever you need to get eaten out."
Bae smiles. "So … what's next, Mister Photographer?" and she gently takes the remote away from you. The button is pressed again.
This isn't over yet.
Bae slowly drops to her knees, locking her eyes with you as she does so. You can feel your cock twitch with that look — that fucking naughty look. She settles into a kneeling position eventually, drawing a line with her finger on your cock so goddamn seductively. You can do nothing but shiver at her touch.
"May I interest you in fucking my face and painting my abs, Mister Photographer?"
Bae always taps her thigh whenever she’s itching to ask you something, her fingers playing a silent melody against the fabric of her gray sweats. You never told her this; you like it too much. There’s a simple, unbridled kind of joy at having this sort of upper hand over her—or, rather, every other guy that claims to know her.
After finishing Debussy’s Clair de Lune on her leg, you feel a shift in the mattress as she turns to you. Without looking up from your phone, you can already tell that she has that glint in her eye: the kind of glint that turns you into putty in her hands, malleable and easy.
“Mind if I sleep over?”
“No.” You’re lying.
“C’mon,” Bae pouts, nudging your arm.
“You slept over two days ago. I want the bed to myself tonight.” Your pants are up in flames.
With the dramatics of an off-broadway show, she collapses back onto your mattress, limbs splayed out as if you hit her with your car. You stifle a grin, not wanting to add fuel to her fire, but it’s no use—she could keep up the act all night if you let her.
“I can’t believe you want me dead—”
“Not what I said—”
“It was implied!” She swings a leg over your calf, staking claim over you with her cold toes. Your phone is tossed aside at this point; discarded to whatever crevice of your bed it fell through, a problem for the you of tomorrow that inevitably fell for the charm of the boba-eyed beauty staring at you like a sad cat in the rain.
“It’s dangerous for a girl to be out this late, all alone and defenseless,” she says, slender fingers trailing your chest for a second too long, yet not long enough.
“I’ll drive you home.”
“And contribute to the rising level of greenhouse gas emissions? No thank you, sir.” She pokes your chest, her lips just one impulse away from you. “Tsk tsk, and I thought you were more environmentally conscious. How disappointing.”
“You’re being ridiculous.” And yet, you smile until your cheeks ache, entranced by this silly game of cat and mouse you always seem to find yourself in.
“And you’re being mean.” Bae scoots into your side, and you let her, wrapping an arm around her slim waist like it’s where she belongs. “So what’s it gonna be? Hm?” Her nose is upturned at you, all smug and superior, and it takes all your self-control to not immediately cover her face in gentle kisses.
“Bae, please—”
“Yes or no?”
“C’mon—”
“It’s a simple question.”
“I just want to sleep by myself tonight—”
“Then why is your hand on my ass?” Her smile is all teeth as she shimmies herself into your palm. Honest to God, you have no idea how it got there—but there’s no way in Hell you’re moving it away.
“Because I’m a huge pervert that you shouldn’t be spending the night with,” you answer, some lousy last-ditch attempt at getting her to leave.
“Mmm, maybe I’m into perverts,” she purrs, biting her soft lip salaciously. For a moment, you’re jealous it’s not your lip between her teeth.
“Jesus, that’s one of the grossest things you’ve ever said,” you chuckle.
“And yet, you’re still here.”
“I live here, Bae.”
“No, I meant—” in one swift motion, she straddles your lap, cupping your face in her hands until she’s all you can see, “—here. You’re still here.”
Every inch of your vision becomes occupied by this brash, annoying, crude, funny, adorable, beautiful girl. The only girl you’d ever drive an hour and a half away for in the dead of night because her car broke down. The only girl who endures all your nerdy rants about your new favorite TV shows. The only girl you want to wake up to in the morning.
“Hey,” you whisper in the space between lips.
“Hi.” Bae smiles, and your chest tightens, your heart growing larger than your body can handle.
“This is fun. I like this.”
Her arms slide around your neck, nose brushing against yours. You let your eyes flutter shut, content in feeling the warmth of her—her body. Her breath. Her essence. Just her.
“Why tell me to leave if you’re having so much ‘fun’ then?”
“Because I’m a liar. A huge, stupid liar.”
“The stupid part is right.” Her face presses into the crook of your neck. You inhale sharply with each pass of breath that graces your skin. “I mean, who would be dumb enough to reject a fun night with a hot girl?”
“I’ve been lying about other things,” you admit, like a sin. Her body tenses up against you.
“About… what?” Her voice grows serious—scared.
“Nothing bad, just…” You hold her close, like the next few words could take her away from you. “...Remember when you said you wanted to keep things casual?”
“...Yeah?”
“I-I… I, um…” You stand at a precipice, overlooking a bottomless chasm of uncertainty. The cat’s out of the bag now. The beans are spilled; the genie’s out the bottle; there’s no going back after this. “I want to—”
Bae presses a kiss to your lips, tender and soft and everything you could ever ask for. Her fingers thread your hair, tugging each handful in the way only she knows you like. You grip the edge of her top like a lifeline, ready to give your all to this girl—every cell in your body, every fiber of your being, all you want in life is to be hers and hers alone.
She pulls away, a mere inch of space between you, as if any farther would be too much.
“That was rude,” you say, a small smirk on your lips. “You didn’t let me finish.”
“You’re so stupid.” You can barely process the rolling of her eyes before she plants a playful peck on your nose. “And so cute.”
“Does this mean you feel the same way? I mean, about wanting to make all this… real?”
A sigh ghosts past her lips, a small dagger to your heart. “You know how I feel about relationships.”
You grit your teeth to hide your disappointment. She never talks about what happened before you, and you never asked—figured if it was important enough, she would bring it up on her own. But, for a little while, it felt nice to think that there was a chance for something more, no matter how small it is.
“I know, I know,” you sigh. “I just thought—”
“I’m willing to try.”
Like a song from the Heavens, you feel yourself levitate at those four words. “R-really? You mean it?”
She chuckles, warm puffs of her hitting your chin. “God, you’re so cute.” Bae pulls you in for another kiss that ends too soon—an eternity too soon. You’d live in the seam of her lips if you could. “I’m gonna suck at this.”
“I know.”
“I’m gonna make mistakes.”
“I am too.”
“I might hurt you.”
“Possibly.”
“And you still wanna do this?”
You cup her face, thumb tracing over the gentle swell of her cheek. Bae is so… much. So delicate, yet so tough. So impulsive, yet so thoughtful. So confident, yet so anxious. One big, beautiful contradiction.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” you admit, like it’s gospel and you’re her devout follower.
“You’re too sweet to me.” Her expression cracks for a moment, the fear poking out from underneath. “What if I make you hate me?”
“I could never—”
“You don’t know that—”
“I do.” Truer words have never been spoken from your tongue. “I don’t think I could ever hate you. There’s not a single cell in my body that’s capable of hating you.” She sinks into your touch, her cheek flush against your fingers, and you’re gone—falling off the edge into whatever this thing could be. “Bae, I… I love—
“No!” Bae slaps a hand over your mouth, eyes wide in panic like finishing your thought would set her ablaze. In an instant, her walls are back up before you can properly grasp the worry in her eyes. “Not yet. I’m, uh, not ready.”
“Sorry,” you utter against her palm. “Too soon?”
“A little?” She pulls her hand away with a heavy sigh. “I’m already messing up, aren’t I?”
“Hey, it’s okay, I should be the one apologizing—”
“No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m just—”
You silence her worries with a kiss, gentle, hopeful, the start of something new. Whatever ghosts hang around her, you want to be the one by her side when she faces them. But, for now, you just want her to forget about everything and simply feel good. To feel loved in ways words alone can’t convey.
You roll her onto her back, taking one last look at those beautiful eyes—your girlfriend’s eyes—before trailing kisses down her neck, each one hungrier than the last.
“You sure know how to shut me up,” she breathes, fingers entangled in your hair. You feel her tense up and come undone beneath you with each movement—so sensitive. The straps of her top fall off her shoulder and give way to the swell of her breasts, perfect handfuls in your palm.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” you murmur into her skin like an open secret.
Bae giggles. “You say that every time.”
“And I mean it every time.”
Her breath quivers as you take her breast into your mouth, worshipping her with your tongue like you’re reciting a prayer; the taste of her so familiar, yet addicting all the same. Each flick against her sensitive mounds leaves her trembling, clawing, whimpering, anything to show you how much she needs this—how much she needs you, even if she’s afraid to say it. You let your eyes shut and your mind fall empty, wholly intent on pleasuring the work of art laying before you.
“Just like that, baby,” she coos, palming the growing bulge in your sweats. Limbs tangle, words drip, each movement with the cohesion of dancers and the grace of two insatiable fools. Bae pulls your shirt off like it’s a sin to be clothed, branding your chest so everyone knows you belong to her. You let her; all you’ve ever wanted was to be hers.
She admires her handiwork, tracing her finger against the marks like it’s a game of connect the dots. “I hope you weren’t planning on going to the beach anytime soon,” she teases, teeth bared in a wide grin.
“Are you kidding? I’m getting each of these tattooed as soon as possible,” you quip.
Bae grabs your face and, for a moment, the two of you laugh, forgetting that your one pants tug away from sensual bliss. The puff of her cheeks, the way her hair is sticking up, those precious eyes looking back at you like you’re the most important person in the world, you want to remember every single detail of this night—bookmark it in your memory and make sure every night with this girl ends like this.
You feel a hand grip the hem of your sweatpants, eager yet patient. “You gonna keep staring or finally give me what I want?” she asks, brow raised.
“I’m fine either way.”
She rolls your eyes at you, a smile dancing on her lips. “You’re ridiculous.” Her hand snakes deeper into your pants, grasping your throbbing shaft and drawing a moan from your lips. “Now please will you fuck me?”
You break out into a grin. “It’s hard to say no when you ask so nicely.” You press your lips into hers as she fishes your cock out of its fabric prison, fingers wrapped around you possessively. As her thumb grazes the sensitive part of your tip, a moan escapes your lips and her tongue fills the resulting void; each lick, each stroke making your mind slowly come undone.
In the midst of your Bae-fueled haze, you find yourself with your back pressed into your mattress and the girl of your dreams looming over you, no more pesky barriers in the way of her sweet honey pot. It’s mesmerizing how her pink lips glisten with her arousal.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” you say, practically drooling as your hands caress her toned thighs.
“That’s the second time you’ve said that tonight, bud,” she teases. “One more time and I’m gonna start to think you’re in lov—” Her smile falters, giving way to a rosy hue blooming on her cheeks. “I meant, um…”
“God,” you chuckle, pulling her body flush on top of yours, “you’re such a loser.”
She pouts. “Well, you wanted me—so here I am.”
Bae rests her forehead on top of yours as she sinks slowly onto your cock, inch by inch disappearing into her velvety sweetness. Hot gasps mingle in the narrow space between your lips, eyes locked in a staring contest neither of you are willing to lose, all while she moves her hips at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Fuck, baby…” she whispers. Her teeth sink into your bottom lip, hurting you in all the ways that feel right, before soothing it immediately with the pad of her tongue. There’s a simple joy in letting her set the pace, letting her use you anyway she wants for tonight—a friend, a lover, a piece of meat, you’d become anything for this girl.
In the measured rocking of Bae’s body, there’s no expectation of performance, no external reasoning for fucking other than the want, the need to be as close as humanely possible; chest against chest, limbs entangled in limbs, every atom rubbing together to produce a warmth you’ve only ever imagined. Maybe she’ll wake up tomorrow morning to realize that she doesn’t want this, that she’s not ready for anything more than casual—you’ll support her in her decisions like you always have, silently dealing with the pain of having everything you’ve ever wanted ripped away in an instant—but for tonight, buried in the space between her thighs, you’ll love her.
Love her openly; unabashedly; truthfully.
You roll her onto her back, watching her come undone with each thrust. “Oh shit,” she gasps, eyes gleaming at you with intrigue, “You’re working extra hard tonight, huh?”
“Want me to stop?”
“You better fucking not—MMPH!”
You give her what she desires, making her lose control of her own body as she succumbs to your ceaseless pounding—back arching off the mattress, face contorting with pleasure, fingers whiteknuckling your sheets. The bed creaks with the force of your movements, mingling with the beautifully filthy chorus of her whines; the octave of her voice continues to crescendo as she approaches her climax.
You lean down to her ear, panting heavily against her cheek. “Where do you want me to—”
“Inside.” Bae’s arms snake around your neck. “Fucking cum inside me please.”
Everything around you fades, mind and body only focused on pleasuring the women underneath you. The cacophony of pure and utter lovemaking rings through your ears, driving each thrust deeper and deeper into her deserving cunt, chasing her orgasm just as much as your own. Her nails dig into your shoulders. Your legs burn with exhaustion. And yet, you’ve never felt better, deep within the girl you’ve loved for years.
All your efforts culminate to a blissful ending as Bae’s slick walls milk you for all your worth. She clings onto you for dear life as her own orgasm washes over her, face nestled into the crook of your neck, almost as if it was perfectly sculpted for her. Long after the both of you come down from your highs, neither of you are willing to move from your entwined state like a statute symbolizing the purest form of connection.
“Mmm,” Bae finally manages to croak out.
“You okay?”
“Better than okay.” Her lips form into a small satisfied grin. “Wayyyyy better.”
You chuckle softly. “I’m glad I met your expectations.”
She drapes her leg possessively over your hip, hugging you tight like a koala to a tree. “Above and beyond, as always.”
The gentle hum of the ceiling fan fills the silence for a while, accompanied by the occasional shuffling of fabric or the soft release of lips against skin. No single word exists to even begin describing the feelings swelling up in your chest. Elation. Euphoria. Paradise. Cloud fucking nine. Maybe a word will be born in the near future to truly encapsulate this feeling, or maybe that word will never exist at all; all that matters to you is the Now—in your own little pocket of the universe, cuddling the most amazing girl to ever exist.
“Got any plans for tomorrow?” she murmurs, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.
“Definitely need to do laundry.” You glance at the stains of lovemaking all over your sheets.
“Sorry.” She’s not.
“Don’t be. If I was a grosser man, I wouldn’t even bother washing them.”
D.A | The Way You Look Tonight ft Sullyoon, Haewon, Bae.
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She hadn't done that. It was a figment of your imagination.
No, wait, yes she had. And in a very shameless way. What the fuck.
Sullyoon had told you, before going on stage, that she would do something that would be like a little wink towards you that she was sure you would love. You thought it would be some cute heart sign, or a literal wink at you. But no, the sassy little slut had pulled down the lace shorts she was wearing to her hips, so everyone could see her belly. She had them up after a few seconds, but it was enough for you to become feral.
You had clearly been left speechless. It's not like you have much to say, though; you were so horny that you needed something. Her. As fast as possible. You would miss part of the live performance, yes. But you could see it later, minor details.
Without attracting much attention you snuck out of sight of the staff members. The main building—not the front wing, the one just behind the stage— of Dankook University was quite big. There would almost certainly have to be some empty, remote room. For the love of God, so be it.
You searched through each of the four floors patiently. Unfortunately, the first three floors were busy enough that trying anything was impossible. But also much to your fortune, and almost like a divine gift, you found your holy grail at the end of a hallway on the top floor.
It was a large room with a high ceiling, full of unlit tubular lamps. As soon as you entered, you were greeted by the sight of an immense white wall in the background, with what appeared to be a projection screen rolled up from end to end. The tables were arranged in two rows on each side, each with four chairs. At the end of the aisle left by the seats, and in front of the white wall, was a single longer table with two chairs. It must have been a meeting room, or something like that. It would work more than fine.
Everything in there was taciturn, with enough light to know where everything was and not trip. But it was better that it remained that way; a single room with the lights on was going to raise suspicions much faster than you could imagine. You were lying if you didn't say it was kind of creepy. But the sound of the music, muffled and distant after passing through several layers of cement, somehow managed to counteract the spooky vibes.
You were forced to wait sitting in one of the two chairs at the back, probably dedicated to some dean or lecturer, but now used by a young man eager to fuck his girlfriend. You even took the liberty of making yourself comfortable, since you didn't know how long it would take Sully to get off the stage. So you put both feet up on the table and sank into the seat before pulling out your phone.
You wrote a message to Sully. One that she would see as soon as she picked up her phone when she saw that you weren't there when she got off stage. Simple and precise. About half an hour passed before you received a response.
Sully took longer than you expected to arrive. But you couldn't complain about it. She would surely have to comply with some protocol when leaving the stage, like taking off her in-ear headphones and all that complicated singer stuff. About fifteen more minutes had passed until she entered.
Seeing her face when she walked through the door and found the immense dark space was like a fun reflection of you. She had already noticed where you were since she set foot inside the room. But still, as she walked between the tables, she scrutinized each corner in case some evil spirit decided to assault her.
You just looked at her with a smile that denoted nothing more than pure love. That day she was carrying a couple more levels of spiciness. You could tell by the way she swayed her hips when she walked, and the confidence in which she did it. And how could you blame her? That sexy waist… those long, meaty legs… her tummy, hot as always… and damn, that messy dark hair.
It was fucking fascinating. A perfect sculpture of a woman. And yours.
"Daddy… wasn't there a scarier room?" She asked when she was a couple of meters away from you.
You took your feet off the table and rolled your chair back. Then you spread your legs, a clear signal for Sully to take a seat.
"I literally didn't find any other option, honey. I'm sorry." you said, as she walked around the table in front of you and went straight to sit on your lap, on the side of your left thigh.
Sully raised one thigh to rest it on top of yours, and she wrapped her arms around your neck. From that distance you could see how her body was still covered in a light layer of sweat, shining by the light of a bright street lamp outside. Damn, she looked so sexy you were going to explode.
She gave you a sly smile and kissed your cheek, then your jaw, and then a peck on your lips. You put one hand on her thigh and with the other you surrounded her waist.
"Well, if you made me come here for what I believe, I guess it doesn't matter," she whispered.
The memory came to your mind. Every detail about that moment when she almost made your jaw hit the floor.
"You're a sassy little slut, you know?" You raised an eyebrow, squeezing her thigh gently. "Pulling down your shorts? That's going a bit far."
You placed the hand you had on her thigh on her belly and slowly moved it up to rub the side of her torso. Sully stared at you, while she played with the hair on the back of your neck.
"But I'm wearing safety shorts underneath daddy… even like that?"
"Thousands of people saw you in just those safety shorts. I think that's quite a lot."
"It was only a couple of seconds!" she protested with a little smile. You smiled too, but you managed to hide it by bringing your face to her long neck to give her small kisses.
"Yeah but you already know how possessive I am of you…" you murmured against her skin, while rubbing her waist up and down.
You heard Sully give a small gasp, and she 'inadvertently' dropped her hand to rest on your cock. She didn't squeeze or grab anything, she just left it there. You put your hand on her thigh and rubbed it up and down, rubbing the back of your hand near her crotch.
"Daddy… but you know I made that just for you."
"And what did you want to cause?"
"Well…"
"Being fucked by me as soon as you got off that stage," you interrupted, placing deeper kisses on her neck, with small bites.
Sully moaned and finally squeezed your cock, in a gentle but also deep way. She then massaged it again and again until it started to get hard. You returned favors and stuck one hand directly inside her shorts and her safeties, until you reached her pussy and rubbed it with your fingers. Gently, up and down.
She turned her head, desperately searching for your lips, and you looked up to give them to her. You melted into a fiery, deep kiss. You stifled small moans inside each other's mouths, while you touched each other's intimacies. She melted just from your fingers, which had made her wet in less than a minute.
Your cock was already hard under your pants; Sully reached under them, to grab your shaft and surround it with her fine, soft fingers. She let out a louder moan and squeezed hard. She then separated from your lips, stood up, and with her eyes on you she took off her now surely famous lace shorts to leave them on the table. She was now only in her safeties when she sat on top of you again, this time straddling you.
With your girlfriend's thighs now on either side of your hips the groping intensified. First you wrapped your arms around her body, one behind her waist and the other across her back. You pressed her against you, feeling the warmth of her body against yours as you kissed.
Sully, with her hands on the sides of your neck, moved her hips back and forth, grinding against your hard bulge. You lowered your hands and placed them on her ass, squeezing each buttock firmly. The kiss then became a battle between your tongues, which swirled around each other.
After a few long seconds Sully separated from your lips and put her hands on your chest. Her breathing was heavy, and her cheeks were flushed, just like yours.
"Daddy… I'd love to suck your cock right now, but we don't have much time. I said I needed to go to the bathroom."
You let out a sigh, disappointed.
"It will have to wait, then."
"Do you want me to ride you as compensation?"
"I don’t even know why are you asking, baby," you nodded, and bit her bottom lip gently.
As soon as Sully got off you, you were already with your hands on the hem of your pants; you lowered them by raising your hips, including your boxers, to your ankles. Sully meanwhile did the same. She turned her back to you, and she pulled down her safeties and her panties to get both off her legs.
You and your girlfriend worked as a perfectly coordinated team: while you were spitting on your cock and making it very slippery, Sully had already taken a couple of steps back and had bent her knees to leave her ass floating above your cock, which you held straight so she only had to impale herself on it.
"Mmmm…" Sully moaned softly, as she slowly lowered her ass until it rested against your pelvis, your cock now hidden between her butt cheeks.
Your girlfriend's pussy felt as silky and tight as ever. You growled, hands gripping her waist. She rested her hands on your knees, and turned to look at you with an amazing movement of her hair, which left it all in front of her left shoulder. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, just as she started moving her ass up and down.
You squeezed Sully's waist between your fingers, teeth clenched and your toes curled inside your shoes. She bit her lip and left her mouth ajar, her moans soon twisting her face until a few seconds later she was unable to hold your gaze.
She bounced faster and harder, and the sound of her flesh slapping against yours reverberated through the large, once silent room. Added to that were Sully's moans, and also the two spanks you gave to her left buttock. Her shiny hair looked very tempting to pull, but you'd do it a different way.
You let Sully bounce as much as she wanted on your cock, but when you thought she had enough of it, you made her stop and stood up with her, taking her in front of the table and bending her over it. She looked at you over her shoulder, her hands resting on the cold surface and her stomach flat against it.
"Is daddy going to punish me for being too much of a slut?" she asked, not with her puppy dog eyes, but with those bold, sharp, piercing eyes.
Sully had become like that over time. Spicy. Naughty. It wasn't like you were complaining about it, quite the opposite: it was a plus that you didn't know you needed in her until it just started happening. You definitely had to thank Chaeyoung's influence, and maybe a little bit of Yeseo’s and Jiheon’s. That trio of demons had transformed Sully into a monster.
"And what if I only enhance how much of a slut you are thanks to that?" you asked back, one hand kneading and squeezing her buttocks as you rested balls deep inside her.
She giggled and thought about it for a moment, before looking into your eyes again.
"Then you can punish me again… and again, and again. Until I stop being a sassy slut."
You chuckled.
"I see no way that could happen, darling."
You gave her a single hard pump, which made her let out a moan.
"Great. That way I can be daddy's sex doll all the time… and without getting tired."
Oh, my God. She outdid herself this time. That deserved that you do it too, no less.
The first instinct you had, this time yes, was to grab a handful of her hair and pull it back to arch her back. Then you started fucking her, fast, hard and without any shame because of the noise you were making.
Sully also showed no shame for looking as horny as you were. She moaned, grunted, and muttered all kinds of curses to herself while you hammered her pussy from behind. At one point she slammed her open palm on the table, so hard it sounded like a small explosion.
"Punish me daddy! Hard! As hard as you want to!" she whimpered, and you complied with her request, giving each buttock a spicy spank with squeeze included.
Having made sure that your hands had been marked in red on her buttocks, you gave another tug on her hair so that she could lift her body. Then you quickly grabbed her neck and shoulder and pressed your chest and back together.
From there you were able to fill the side of Sully's face with kisses and bites. Your fingers clung tightly to her neck as you pumped as hard as you could, not afraid to split her in half. She turned her face and met your lips, instantly capturing them to muffle moans against them.
You used your other arm to wrap around her belly and feel that soft flesh for a moment. Then you lowered your hand and reached for her pussy, to rub her clit as best as you could between all the shakes. Sully stopped kissing you and left her mouth slightly open, brushing against yours. She was unable to make coherent sounds, paralyzed with pleasure.
You were staring into each other's eyes when she flinched and a sudden spasm signaled that she was cumming. Sully grabbed onto your right wrist with both hands and squeezed it, finally letting out a deep, savage growl that showed how delighted she was.
She tensed against your body and dug her nails into your wrist, moving somewhat messily against your cock. You only waited a few seconds, between slow pumps, to get out of her and grab her by the waist and turn her around.
As if she were able to read your mind, the first thing she did—without you telling her—was sit on the edge of the table and spread her legs wide for you. Her pretty pussy, soaked and perfectly shaved, at your mercy. The idea of falling to your knees and eating her out was very appealing. But it was going to be a big delay for her, so you defeated your intrusive thoughts that time.
"I feel like I haven't been punished enough daddy…" Sully said, a few strands of hair stuck to her face. "Is that all you fucking have for me?"
You let out an incredulous giggle and shook your head. She sounded exactly like Shuhua. Bad examples everywhere.
"Shut your mouth and don't poke me with the stick, Seol Yoonah," you raised a finger in warning, and then you settled between her legs to leave your cock resting on her lower abdomen.
There was a silence between the two of you. You just stared at each other.
"Or-what?" she finally said, defiantly.
You sighed.
Very well, you should give her what she wanted, then. You raised one hand and gave her such a slap that her face was turned to one side, and her hair covered that side. Sully let out a groan and smiled. Before she could say anything, you grabbed your cock and guided it back into her pussy.
Whatever she was going to say was replaced with a cute squeal. She looked into your eyes, still with that damn victorious smile on her face. It wasn't until you started pumping in and out, and you gave her another slap, that her smile turned into a sexy grimace of pleasure.
"Let it be clear that you asked for it."
You reached behind her back, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled it back so that her neck was as exposed as possible for you to kiss while you fucked her.
"I'm not saying otherwise…" she moaned as you filled every corner of her neck with saliva. "I would do it again."
"What a fucking whore you've become, huh?" you growled, and bit her jaw.
"So what?" She put a hand on the back of your neck and tangled her fingers in strands of your hair. "Daddy loves it… and I love being daddy's little whore."
You growled and let go of her hair to stand up straight, grab her waist with an iron grip and hammer her pussy without any mercy. Sully was a good girl and kept her legs spread wide, even between moans and crashes.
You had your teeth clenched, crazy about the way you made her face twist. That girl was the living representation of duality in people: for most of the time she was an innocent little angel, worthy of being kept in a little glass box. But mother of god, now, when she was getting fucked, she was like the hottest porn actress.
"D-Daddy?"
"Yes darling?" you managed to say.
"Can I swallow your load? Mmmh!" she asked between whimpers. "I want to have it in my mouth… please!"
Of course that was like plugging a USB killer directly into your brain. You could no longer keep your mind distracted to last more, no matter how much that was your goal. Words like those, coming out of her mouth at a moment like that, were like a spell that was impossible to repel.
"Get off," you ordered.
You pulled out of her pussy and Sully jumped off the table. She instantly fell to her knees in front of your cock, the tip of which she put inside her mouth to jerk your shaft as fast as she could. This led to an orgasm that made you moan out loud.
You shot stream after stream of thick cum into your girlfriend’s mouth, who had dispensed with the use of her hand; now only moving her mouth across your cock in a slow and sensual blowjob that had the sole objective of draining your balls.
She watched you at all times, even when she gave you the most mind-blowing deepthroat, with no gag reflex or even a single god damn hint of it. This time you had to thank Yeseo. That little nympho whore.
When nothing else came out of your cock, Sully pulled you out of her mouth with a loud slurp. She then stuck out her tongue so you could see how she had swallowed it all, and it had been a considerable load.
"Fuck… and you don't even deserve it," you gasped, brushing Sully's hair out of her face.
"I'll have to share you later, daddy," she replied as she placed affectionate kisses down your shaft. "Not with one but two more people. It seems like a fair way to make it up to me."
You sighed, looked into nothingness and gave up looking for an answer.
"Yeah, you're right. But you don't deserve it."
"Oh come on daddy, relax a little," she jumped to her feet and showered your face with kisses. "I'm always a good girl… but well, today I wanted to tease you."
You raised an eyebrow.
"Slut. Sassy slut."
Sully smiled from ear to ear.
"Only yours. Are you going to complain?"
"Not in the least. Now come on, get dressed, we have to go."
Sully obeyed and hurried to get dressed just like you. She fixed herself as best she could, but there was still a small trace of red on her cheek where you had given her the first slap. She would find a convincing excuse, she always did. But Haewon would probably be the first to connect the dots; she was formidable at it.
"You go first, I'll go wait in the car," you said behind her, as you combed her hair the best you could.
"You're sure?" she asked, looking ahead. "Don't you want to say goodbye to the girls? Jiwoo will kill you for not doing so."
"I'll submit to her judgment later," you turned her around and gave her hair the finishing touches. "But even arriving minutes after you is very suspicious."
"Do you really think no one knows what we do?" she raised an eyebrow.
"No one knows we did it just now. You said you were going to the bathroom, and I just disappeared."
"But you left without saying anything before I got off the stage, right?"
Shit.
"Uh… yeah."
"Then it's the same thing. It's just as suspicious," she raised two knuckles and tapped you on the forehead.
"Um… whatever. I'm not going to put up with Lily's teasing today."
Sully shrugged and shook her head.
"As you wish, daddy," she snuggled into your chest and gave you a loving kiss. "I'll see you in an hour, maybe less."
"Count on it, my love," you nodded, and after placing a kiss on her forehead, Sully turned away and headed for the exit.
Waiting in your car was no bother to you; you were so proud of it and of yourself that you took advantage of any slightest excuse to use it.
That Purosangue was an exact copy of the one you had rented that time in Milan to hang out with Hanni: black chrome on the outside, only with cream-colored interior upholstery. Ordering it to be brought to Korea had been almost as expensive as the damn car; it was only possible thanks to a couple of good investments you had made last year. And yet, you were still recovering financially from that purchase.
But it was already yours, it was already there. And damn, you were happier than a kid in a toy store.
You knew that the supposed waiting hour that Sully had promised would be longer, so as soon as you sank into the car seat, you took out a jar of Pringles from a bag in the back seat and opened a live video on Instagram to chat with your followers. The number of spectators rose at an alarming rate; at that point, an hour and a few minutes later, you had about 9k.
"Bro where you at…" you read among the comments. It was a question you expected, since you had the lights inside off and the only thing visible about your face was thanks to the university light. "I'm in my car, uhm… waiting."
You put a chip in your mouth and continued reading.
"Waiting for what?" you read again. "Death. My Italian ass has always wanted to die inside a Ferrari."
Laughter after laughter in the comments. You did your best to stay serious and make it even funnier.
"I don't know what you're laughing about, I'm serious."
You looked to the left, towards the covered parking lot where the girls were supposed to appear at any moment. It was the most discreet option possible, since it was not a very busy area at that time and that specific building was the furthest from all the crowds.
"Dude, who is that girl in your backseat?" you read, and your eyes widened as you turned around and slammed the phone down, by pure reflex. There was no one. For a moment you thought that, for some reason, one of the girls had somehow sneaked into the car. But it was a joke. "Bro, oh my god I'm gonna ban you… oh no, right, this is Instagram."
The live was filled with comments from people curious about why you had covered the camera so quickly. You didn't read any out loud. One in particular said: 'This dude has a girlfriend who doesn't want to show on camera.' Close, pretty close.
"Do your gossiping asses want to know the truth? Aight, I have a famous girlfriend and if I show her I’m gonna be in serious trouble, what's the matter?"
You read for a few seconds, and the truth was that you were making an inhuman effort not to laugh.
"A From Software fan getting hoes? Good joke brother, try better," you read, and a smile escaped your lips. Thank god you had a chromosome graveyard as a chat. "But I’m handsome as fuck!" you protested. "Still From Software fan," you clicked your tongue. "Aight bro."
Another fifteen minutes passed where you were discussing random things with the chat. That day you weren't particularly willing to give a serious opinion about anything, so you were just contradicting everyone for fun.
"Bro, there's no way you're going to make me say non-ironically that Dark Souls 2 is a good game."
Something new in your peripheral vision made you look away from the screen to look to the left. Three people emerged from the parking lot, wrapped in heavy coats and caps that covered their eyes. It was them.
"Alright, bunch of virgins, I have to go, fuck y’all. Have a nice night," you showed the middle finger to the camera and ended the live.
You were in a pretty bad posture for your back, so as you straightened up in your seat you let out a moan worthy of an old man. One of the girls, probably Haewon because of her height—or the lack of it—, had seen you and burst out laughing as she walked around the car front.
The girl opened the passenger door, and when you saw her eyes you confirmed that it was Haewon.
"Were you doing yoga or what?" she asked, sitting in the passenger seat, while Bae and Sully took the back seats. She then took off her cap and leaned to kiss your cheek.
"I had to get comfortable while I waited for you, woman."
You pressed the touch button on the steering wheel and started the car.
"I couldn't even see you until you decided to sit up straight, oppa," Bae said from behind, followed by a chuckle from Sully. "Is your back okay?"
"Fuck, I'd love to say yes," you sighed, looking down the street, and turned right to circle the campus. "Did something happen? You took longer than I expected."
Haewon also took off her coat, underneath it she was wearing the same pants that she wore for the stage, but on top instead of the college sweater she was only wearing a white, tight-fitting crop top with thin straps. In the rearview mirror you noticed that Sully and Bae had done the same.
"Oh you know, trying to convince manager-nim," she said, as if it were a trivial thing. "It was a little tougher this time. We have more university festivals over the next few days."
"Another tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah," the three of them said in unison, in an exhausted tone.
"What time should I take you tomorrow, then?" you asked, finally leaving the university campus behind.
"At two in the afternoon," Haewon replied as she looked at her phone.
"Aight, we have time to relax a little then."
"Well, I don't know about you," Bae said. "But as soon as I arrive I'll take a shower and go straight to bed."
"Why are you so boring!" Sully complained. "We were going to play Monopoly!"
"It'll only be a couple of hours! I'm exhausted."
"Well, you'll have to sleep with the AirPods on because…" Haewon began, but she left the sentence hanging in the air.
You smiled, already knowing what she meant. But you looked out the window as you stopped at a traffic light.
"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Bae asked.
"I think you better listen to her," Sully said with a chuckle.
"That's how loud you are playing Monopoly?"
You and Haewon looked at each other. She couldn't hold back her laughter and turned to look at Bae.
"We're not going to play Monopoly," she said.
"Wait, we won't?" Sully said.
"Oh my god…" you mumbled to yourself, in disbelief.
"I mean, yeah. But you know, we wanted to play something else."
“Ahhhh…” you saw Sully nod out of the corner of your eye as you looked out the window. "True, true."
There was silence between the four of you. Now only the low noise of the radio could be heard, which you were forced to turn up a little. The light turned green, so you started again. Haewon stared at her phone, and Sully had pulled out her iPad, where you heard she was playing Minecraft.
"Ohhh!" Bae said, breaking the silence, as if she had discovered a secret of the universe. "You're gonna have sex!"
Haewon locked her phone and closed her eyes with a deep breath. You remained expressionless, and swallowed, short of words to say. Sully on the other hand dropped the iPad on the mat under her feet.
"Am I invited?" she asked, and there was another silence.
Haewon opened her eyes and looked at you. You shrugged. You had never fucked with Bae, mostly because you had never fooled around like that unlike with Lily or Jiwoo. But that night could be a perfect chance.
"I’m cool with it," you said. "But those decisions go through Sullyoonie first."
Well, most of them. Some others went through Chaeyoung, others through Hanni, and others through Jiheon. Few things were your direct responsibility. Like when days ago, Lily gave you so many signs that she wanted to get fucked bu you that you gave in to her Australian charm, to which you were already weak.
"Yeah, why not? It'll be fun," said Sully, whose view you knew was on the iPad screen and not on you.
"Yay!" Bae said.
“The only thing you need to know is that I…” Haewon started to say.
"But I still decline the offer. I want to sleep," Bae interrupted.
Haewon closed her eyes again and took another deep breath. You raised your eyebrows and brought a hand to your forehead. Bae knew how to get you off your nerves, but this time she had taken it as a challenge.
"You try to get in and I'll kick you out, Bae Jinsol," Sully warned seconds later, in a low but threatening voice.
"And I'm going to moan so loud that you'll have to go out on the balcony," Haewon said.
"No, because I'll have the AirPods on."
You couldn't help but giggle as you shook your head. Haewon glared at you, so you had to cover your mouth and hold back your smile.
"Alright, all three of you shut your mouths," you said, and looked in the rearview mirror. As you expected, Sully was staring at her iPad, while Bae, sitting in the middle, just looked at both sides of the street. "We have an hour left on the trip so, enjoy the music."
What better option than playing DAMN? That's what you did, after asking Haewon for help to take your phone and connect it to the car herself. Then you could focus on driving.
The rest of the trip was more than peaceful: you and Haewon vibed to every song on the album and sang some verses together. You just didn't sing during PRIDE; it reminded you of your night with Hanni in Milan, probably one of the most fulfilling moments of your life. The lyrics didn't go with her or with you, but it was common to associate songs with people for random reasons. That was Hanni's.
Who by the way, was now a cute femboy. My god. The things you were going to do.
Bae asked for the name of some songs. Sully, well. Sully kept playing Minecraft until you arrived in Seongsu-dong, where you had now lived since October of last year. The apartment wasn't yours yet; you paid it in installments thanks to a mortgage loan, which you estimated you could pay in full by the middle of next year if you managed to close a sponsorship deal that this company had offered you less than a week ago.
After considerable floors in the elevator and walking through a small corridor, you finally arrived at your place. The first thing you saw when you opened the door was a small hallway, with two doors on each side: one was a small closet that you used to dry clothes and the other was your laundry room.
Once you crossed the hallway you finally found the big elegant space, made up mostly of the living room, located to the left, and the dining table and the kitchen, right in front of you. The smell of sandalwood essence, emanated from your air freshener, immediately delighted your nostrils.
The room walls were white, while the corridor ones were made of dark oak wood. The countertops, and the kitchen in general, were made of a beautiful polished marble that blended perfectly with the gray floor. In the living room, the furniture was mostly gray and others were brown, color also present in some cushions and various decorations.
The place was everything you ever wanted in a house. It was cozy and elegant, with a color palette that had you in love and a considerable number of windows arranged along the entire wall. You had left the blinds open, so the first thing you did was go to close them.
"Ahhh!" Bae squealed, blurting out all of her stuff in front of the hallway, "Hi Rory!"
Rory was the gorgeous ragdoll cat that you had adopted thanks to Chaeyoung's idea a year ago. Bae had run to hug her and shower her with kisses. She was a quiet and lazy cat; she wasn't exactly affectionate, but she didn't avoid contact with humans either. She didn't care at all, basically.
But she wasn't the only furry being in your house at the time.
"Helios!" Sully greeted as she headed towards the other hallway, the one that led to the bedrooms.
Helios, on the other hand, was a toyger cat. You had also adopted him thanks to Chaeyoung, who didn't have to put much effort into convincing you since you were a cat lover before. He, unlike Rory, loved physical affection, a constant demander of attention and pampering. Although he was significantly dumber.
Sully bent down to pet him and disappeared into the hallway, probably to leave her things in your room.
"Bae Jinsol!" Haewon called, setting her things down on the dining room table. "Pick up your things!"
Bae suddenly turned and looked at her things scattered on the floor, then looked at you, who stood close to her as you closed the blinds of the window in the corner.
"Don't look at me," you shrugged. "She rules when she gets here."
"But it's your house!"
You backed away from the corner and walked to the kitchen, passing Haewon.
"Yeah, I know. But tell that to her."
Bae looked at Haewon, who stared at her without a hint of softness in her eyes. Bae didn't even question her, it was useless. She just stood up and went to pick up her things without saying a word.
“I thought so,” Haewon nodded, satisfied, and she stood next to you as you looked into the fridge for food. She put her hand on your waist and rested her cheek on your arm. "You come with me?"
"Where to?" You took out a plate with a slice of pizza that you had left over from lunch that day.
"To take a shower, of course," she replied, lowering her voice.
"Will you let me eat first?"
"Will you eat my ass later?"
You smiled and looked over your shoulder to make sure Bae was distracted, then you wrapped your arm around Haewon's waist and squeezed her ass.
"Bet."
Haewon bit her lip and turned to look back with an amused expression. You removed your hand from her ass.
"Hey, charred brains!" she called out to Bae, who turned around. She was now sitting next to Rory. "Weren't you going to take a shower?"
"Ah, yeah," Bae nodded, and she stood up to grab her bag. "Oppa, can I use the bathtub?" she asked you.
"Aha. Just make sure you empty it later, please."
"Understood!"
She gave Rory one last caress and disappeared down the same hallway Sully had walked down just minutes ago.
You were left alone with Haewon, who went to lean on the counter behind you, hands on the edge as she watched you. You closed the fridge, left the plate with the slice of pizza on the counter next to the sink and turned to her.
"Aren't you gonna go wait for me in the shower?" You stood in front of her. Your eyes remained fixed.
"Come here and kiss me first, I deserve it for having to deal with that girl every day."
You took another step forward and pressed yourself against her. Then cupped her face in your hands and smashed your lips together without hesitation.
Few pairs of lips were as pleasant to kiss as Haewon's. They were fluffy and thick, with a hazelnut aftertaste thanks to her lip balm, and boy did she know how to use them. You liked that she was always in control when you kissed, since she always knew when to make it slower and more passionate or more disastrous and fiery.
On that occasion, the situation warranted that you taste each other as quickly as possible, so your heads went from side to side in the middle of a wild kiss that was anything but discreet and silent.
You put an arm around her waist and with a little effort you lifted her onto the counter, then she clung to your neck with her arms and your torso with her strong thighs. You grabbed one of her breasts, and with a muffled moan against your lips she reached down to give your cock a squeeze.
"Ezio-oppa, where do you keep the…" Bae said, again from the hallway. She didn't finish the sentence as you abruptly separated from Haewon, whose pale cheeks were now red. "Incense… Not even five minutes oh my god!"
"Uh…" you looked at the ceiling, reorganizing your thoughts. "Inside the sink mirror," you finally answered, still staring up.
"Very well, thank you," she looked at Helios, who was lying on the side of a single couch in the living room. "Helios, come on! Don't watch those things."
You didn't expect Helios to truly obey her, but he did. He followed Bae down the hallway. Rory, on the other hand, had fallen asleep on the couch.
You and Haewon looked at each other.
"Go wait for me in the shower, please," you begged. "If we keep going I'll fuck you right here."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"I'm hungry, woman," you gestured towards the plate of pizza.
Haewon brought her hands to her jeans button and undid them, then leaned back on the counter and with a lift of her hips she took them off. She settled on the surface and spread her legs wide, exposing her slit, covered by white panties from which a tiny wet spot peeked out.
"Haewon…"
"And don't you fancy an entry?" She asked, grabbing her panties to pull them aside and show you her pretty pink pussy.
Your gaze stayed there where Haewon ran two fingers up and down between her folds. You also looked at her thighs and buttocks, both worthy of a volleyball player. All that was left was for her to take off her top and release those pair of perfect round tits that you swore to God didn't stop growing. Still, that was enough to make you give in. Damn woman.
"I'll accept the entrance," you sighed, and stepped forward to replace her hand with yours. "But you'll have to wait for the shower for the main attraction."
You knelt between Haewon's legs, her pussy now inches from your face. Foreplay wasn't necessary, and you didn't want to do it either. So without a second thought you clung to her thighs and buried your mouth in her folds.
“Mmm…” she moaned, stroking your hair as you ran your tongue up and down. "It's funny how easily you always fall for this trick."
"You better shut your mouth before I leave you like this," you said softly, tasting Haewon's pussy more hungrily each time.
She gave your hair a little tug and then continued caressing it, in a rather affectionate way.
"I doubt you want to do that…" she gasped between labored breaths.
"Do not challenge me."
You became more frantic with your licking and sucking, but that led to Haewon becoming louder, which you didn't know how much you cared since there was actually nothing to hide. Maybe it was a matter of protecting the only bit of decorum that you thought you had left, but the reality was that it had all disappeared the first moment you lost your fear of fucking in public places.
Besides, what was the worst that could happen? If Sully came out to see what was happening, she would end up joining anyway. But it was kind of difficult for that to happen. She was probably in your bed, in the exact same clothes she was wearing when she arrived while she played on her iPad. Bae, on the other hand, would already be in the bathtub and you knew she didn't give a damn.
So well, you let Haewon moan as much and as loud as she wanted while you ate her out.
You loved eating her pussy as much as kissing her lips. That's how you let her know every time you did it, letting out soft moans of satisfaction at how delicious it was.
But damn, pizza with sausage, ham and peppers was also exquisite. And your stomach was growling.
"Alright sweetie, let's do this quickly," you said, licking your lips. Then you stood up.
Haewon looked at you with a furrowed brow and was about to protest, but you were quicker and kissed her immediately. She was also about to protest in the middle of the kiss, but then you took your middle and ring fingers inside her pussy.
She let out a whimper against your lips and clutched at your hoodie with one hand, then she crumpled it with a tug as your fingers made their way between her tight walls.
“That's cheating…” she gasped against your lips. "Damn cheater."
"I'm preparing you for when I'm going to fuck your brains out in the shower… how ungrateful."
Without giving her time to take a breath you pumped at a gradually faster and faster pace. Your fingers slid smoothly, soaked in Haewon's glistening fluids. Soon the sound of your palm constantly colliding with her crotch reverberated through the room, as did her loud moans.
Haewon let her head fall back, still clinging to your hoodie as if it were the only thing capable of keeping her in place. You put your free arm around her, and watched her grimace and squirm.
"Please take your cock out and put it inside me!" she asked with a whimper. "Don’t make me wait!"
"Fuck woman, can't you be a little patient?" you asked quietly, and raised an eyebrow. You pumped fast and hard, intensifying the wet sound of her pussy.
"I don't want to be patient, I want you to fill my pussy!" she said with a punch to your chest.
"Shhh… cum, love, come on."
No matter how rude Haewon pretended to be, it was adorable how that combination of words always worked. Like a magical spell of those that Sullyoon applied on you against your will. Haewon closed her thighs around your wrist, which felt like being caught in two hydraulic presses at maximum power. And with a squeal she let herself be carried away by her orgasm.
"Mmmhhh!! Son of a bitch!" she screamed, frustrated, in the midst of intense spasms that you were responsible for keeping at bay with your grip.
"Yeah yeah…" you nodded, making an effort to continue moving your wrist, since it was surrounded by two pieces of muscular flesh.
"I'm not letting you out of that damn shower until you've filled every damn hole in me," she growled, and you knew she meant business.
"Anything you want, cutie. But I want my pizza first."
Haewon closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Her orgasm passed after a few seconds, and only then she did release your wrist.
You didn't know how hard she was really squeezing until you felt how your blood rushed normally to your hand. What a menace of a woman.
"Come on, clean up."
You took your fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth. Haewon accepted them with obvious annoyance, but she didn't complain as she sucked them hard in a taste of her own fluids. When you took your fingers out, they were perfectly clean.
"What makes you think you can order me around?"
You stepped back and let her get off the counter. You turned your back on her and went to the other counter to grab the plate of pizza.
"Go wait for me in the shower, Oh Haewon," you purposely ordered without looking at her, and went to the microwave.
There was no response from her, instead, from the corner of your eye you saw how she reluctantly grabbed her jeans and walked straight towards the hallway. Thank God. Now it was just you with your slice of pizza, which you heated up and ate accompanied by a Pepsi.
You were patient, maybe too patient, with that little alone time you had once Haewon went to the shower. You sat on the large L-shaped sofa for about five minutes. Next to you, a dozing Rory purred when you placed a hand on her back to caress her.
Haewon would probably be mad at you by now for taking so long. But if you were about to be drained by what was probably one of the best asses in the industry and certainly the best pair of thighs, you had to mentally prepare yourself. Because damn, that woman could be pretty intense sometimes.
Besides, you wanted to see a tripleS stage. You were quite in that group for the last few days, and you had a pending video to watch. A couple of them caught your attention, and you had understood from things you had heard and read, that they would be at the Korea University festival tomorrow. The same where NMIXX and NewJeans would perform. Maybe…?
No, you already had enough with all the girls that were in your life, which were not few. The most sensible thing was to be grateful for all the incredible luck you had for a year now and not try to squeeze the handkerchief even more. You didn't want to become a womanizer.
Above all, it was incredibly self-centered and reprehensible thinking for you to believe that where you put your eye you could put the bullet.
The fact that it had worked so far was a matter of, once again, pure luck: you and the girls were mostly a fuck buddy relationship, like it could happen with Yeseo, Shuhua or Rei. They all knew their position and had no emotional bond with you beyond a simple friendship.
Then there were those you considered friends with benefits, a group that included Dani, or Jiheon, or Sumin, or Haewon herself. With them the relationship wasn’t that different since sex was something common, but you did have an emotional bond with them; they were real friends, and you loved them.
Still, very few of those relationships had been born as a whim of yours alone. The rest had been thanks to Sully, Chaeyoung—better known as Lee Isa— and Hanni. Your three babies. Your three loves. They were far from being just friends; there were very strong feelings involved.
You didn't have to push your luck any further. Just no. But those tripleS girls… good lord.
Okay, enough. You were going to let whatever had to happen happen. You weren't going to force anything or play with fire.
You had been deep in your thoughts, and checking the time on your phone you realized that it had been over 20 minutes since Haewon had gone to the shower.
Of course she didn't take long to call you. It wasn't necessary to answer, you just left the phone on the couch and ran to your room. You weren't surprised to find Sully face down on your bed, in her panties and sports bra. Now she was playing Genshin Impact. Next to her was Helios, licking his paw to run it over his head.
You looked to the left. The tall black glass wall that separated the bedroom from the bathroom was closed. Behind would be Bae, having probably the most peaceful moment of the day in the bathtub, music in her ears and incense burning.
You turned to Sully, who hadn't noticed your presence yet since the door was open.
You cleared your throat and leaned your shoulder against the door frame.
"Honey, are you coming?"
“Uh…” Sully took a few seconds to put the iPad down and look at you. "Where, daddy?"
"To the bathroom, with me and Haewon."
"Oh…" she looked thoughtful, then grimaced. "No, I'm exhausted and I don't feel like it anymore for today. I'm sorry daddy."
You smiled and nodded, understanding.
"Nothing to be sorry about, dear," you walked over to the bed, knelt on the edge of it, and leaned forward to kiss her cheek, shoulder, and forehead. "But for the love of God, put on some clothes, or take a shower, I don't know."
"But Bae is using the bathroom!" she objected.
“Bae is using the bathtub,” you corrected. "Not the shower."
"That is the same!"
"Of course not. You can use the shower while she uses the bathtub."
"But-"
"She's seen you naked before, hasn't she?"
"Yes but…" she looked at her iPad and groaned. "Ugh, fine."
Sully reluctantly stood up and went to the glass wall. You stood up too, as Haewon was calling you again.
"Don't be a brat, you weren't going to sleep with me without taking a bath."
"You weren't going to sleep with me without taking a bath," she imitated you in a silly voice, then she stuck her tongue out at you and slid the glass just enough for her to get in without you looking inside.
What bad influences did. Sully was full of them.
You let out a long breath and, before Haewon went out to find you herself, you went to the guest bathroom.
It was considerably smaller than the main bathroom, with the sink just in front of the entrance, the toilet to the right, and the shower to the left. Inside it you found Haewon, already completely naked in the shower, with the phone in her hand. She had removed her extensions, and her short hair was held to the sides of her head by two clips.
And she wasn’t happy. Not at all.
"Haessal…"
'Haessal' was the pet name you had for Haewon. It was the closest thing to a Korean translation of 'Sunshine'. Besides, it was like a cute modification of her real name.
"Haessal my ass," she said as you closed the door behind you. "Come here, Ezio Leone."
You nodded and looked down. You undressed as quickly as you could, but Haewon's gaze burning into your skin made you nervous and you almost crashed into the wall on the right. You cleared your throat to hide your embarrassment, and once naked you went into the shower with her.
"There was no reason for you to spend twenty-five minutes out there," she said, and turned her back on you to slide the glass closest to the sink to leave her phone there. Then closed it again.
You took a step forward, which in that small space left you with your body pressed against hers. Your cock against her round ass. Haewon turned her head and glared at you, as the water from the shower fell between her body and yours.
"I was spending some time with my daughter, woman, can you blame me?"
You surrounded Haewon's body with your two arms, one of them just below her breasts, which you raised a little. The tight hug made the water fall on the back of your neck, but also that you could now feel almost every corner of her against you. Then, you started kissing her neck.
"Liar. I could hear Girls Never Die from here," she said, cold as ice despite your attempts to melt her.
"It was just the song, I was petting Rory."
"You're lying again. I could hear the stage fanchants."
You let out a sigh and gave up, your face buried in her neck.
"Very well, if you insist so much."
With one arm around her abdomen you exchanged positions: she was now on the side of the wall opposite the shower, which now fell on your back. As upset as she seemed, she didn't put up any resistance when you placed a hand on her neck and forced her to bend forward, her hands resting on the ceramic wall.
You got on your knees behind her, her round, firm, perfect ass inches from your face. Having that view was like seeing one of the seven wonders of the world, especially if you looked down a little further and found those beefy thighs ready to be made to tremble.
You didn't make her wait much longer. You grabbed her buttocks, one in each hand, and spread them apart to bury your face between them. You directly attacked her butthole with your tongue, which made Haewon tense up and let out a gasp that you knew was originally a moan, but in her desire to appear cold, she had hidden it.
Let it be a challenge, then. You loved challenges.
Not only did you lick and kiss Haewon's butthole, you also went down every few seconds to lick her pussy, between her folds, and inside her. You squeezed her buttocks, which transformed into two anti-stress masses with a smooth surface and spongy texture. You spanked one of them, and the drops of water on it splashed on you.
"You're cheating again…" she gasped, and you could hear a hint of a moan. "Don't you know any other method to calm me down?"
"I know several," you replied, now working with greater eagerness on her butthole. "But then we'd get cheesy, and right now I just want to fuck the anger out of you."
"Then fucking do it, coward," she snapped.
You spanked her again, harder, hoping she would shut her mouth once and for all. To your surprise she let out a whimper, muffled against her pursed lips. You continued the licks around, against and into her butthole for a few more seconds. But soon your cock felt painfully hard.
You stood up, spit on your hand and brought it to your cock to lubricate it. Then you held Haewon's waist with your left hand, while with the other you guided your tip to her pussy to sink into it with a single slow motion.
"Mmmgh yes!" she moaned loudly, and bit her lower lip hard. "Fucking finally."
If someone told you that even Haewon's pussy was muscular inside you would have believed it without many questions. You gasped, delighting in how extraordinarily good the softness and warmth of her walls felt wrapped around your cock, which was now completely inside her.
"This was what you wanted, wasn't it?" You growled, placing your free hand on her waist as well. "Now moan for me, you tough bitch."
Haewon's pussy was already well lubricated thanks to her own fluids, which meant that you could slide in and out of her without any resistance. That allowed you to hammer her hard and mercilessly right from the start.
She couldn't hold back any longer and finally grimaced, moaning with each frantic thrust that took your cock completely in and out of her. The sound of her firm flesh colliding against yours rang out over the falling water, and reverberated between the walls of the small bathroom.
"Do you think that damn wonderful ass is for decoration?" she asked, looking at it as you make it jiggle with each crash. "Spank it, squeeze it! Hmmgh!"
Complying with such a request was mandatory. But maybe you had gotten a little carried away, since once the first spank fell, you continued again and again. Haewon moaned at first, but with the last few those moans turned into screams of pleasure. You didn't stop until those beautiful buttocks were so red that they looked like they were about to bleed at any moment.
With the spanks covered, you dedicated yourself to squeeze and massage her buttocks, which had to intensify the itch generated by the burning on her skin. You didn't mind, and neither did she, since she was enjoying it even more than you.
You left one hand on her left buttock and brought the other to her hair. It was a shame it wasn't as long as before, but that didn't stop you from grabbing a good handful of it and pulling back.
"Oh my god keep going! You're gonna make me cum so hard!" Haewon screeched, as you pumped without a small hint of exhaustion.
Haewon pursed her lips and wrinkled her forehead, frozen in what were the seconds before her orgasm. She exploded with just a few more thrusts, and slammed the side of her fist into the wall with a grunt.
But you didn't slow down; you fucked her through her orgasm. You grabbed one of her thighs and made her lift her leg, which you held in the air below her knee. Haewon's body was now slightly sideways, allowing you to watch her pair of wet tits bounce again and again.
She was no longer moaning, now she was whimpering. When she opened her eyes to look at you you could see tears in them. Perfect. Did she not want to be railed? May she reap what she sowed in you.
"Are you gonna fill my pussy, you fucking liar?" she growled with a hand on your chest, looking at you with eyes overflowing with lust. "I think you should hurry up. I'm crazy about draining those balls with my mouth too."
You gritted your teeth and groaned in pleasure. You hugged Haewon's thigh with both arms, clinging to it like a koala to a branch. She stretched even further, putting her ankle over your shoulder to rest it there. Now, with that posture worthy of a ballerina, you had the perfect angle to make you enter the final stretch.
Haewon went back to whining. Between that dirty talk towards you she hadn’t realized that another orgasm was just around the corner, because while you destroyed her pussy with fast and strong thrusts, she came again.
She put a hand to her mouth and let out another grunt of pure pleasure, her eyes rolled back. The visual input of her twisted face, the way her thigh trembled under your arms, and the suffocating grip of her pussy were more than enough to make you explode inside her.
"Ughhh!" you growled, resting balls deep inside her as you painted the walls of her pussy in her white. "My god!"
“Oh fuck yes…” she sighed, caressing your chest with her fingers. "That's… put it all inside."
With slow and deliberate pumps you made sure to leave every drop of your load inside her. When you were done, your cock came out like a plug and let a whole ass waterfall of cum seep through her folds and fall to the shower floor. This quickly dissolved in water and disappeared into the drain.
"Let me fucking kiss you for the love of god," you said with a gasp.
"You know I never say no to that," Haewon replied, with a hint of a smile.
"Liar," you said, and took her leg off your shoulder.
Haewon giggled and let you approach her. You turned her around, wrapped your arms around her and lifted her into the air. She gripped her strong thighs around your body, and wrapped her arms around your neck. Then you stuck her back to the wall and kissed her.
It could have been 5 or 15 minutes, you couldn't really tell, because when you kissed Haewon, her addictive lips made you enter a deep trance. You could just go on and on, but a greater need called you.
"Mmmh…" Haewon moaned softly, as you pulled away from her lips and took one of her tits into your mouth. "I was starting to wonder when you were going to give them some love."
"Ever since I got in the shower you've treated me like a piece of trash," you said, perhaps with a little too much drama.
The fact that her tits seemed bigger every day was not an exaggeration at all, although perhaps it was just a product of your mind, which had a special fixation on them. But how could you not have it if those pair of mounds bordered on perfection?
"My god, you're such a crybaby," she teased with a giggle, her fingers affectionately stroking the hair at the nape of your neck. "Would you forgive me, sweetheart?"
You licked and sucked on her nipples, up and down in a slow, tortuous rhythm. Haewon let out another small moan.
"Hmm… it doesn't sound like you mean it," you murmured against the skin of one of her soft mounds, and began placing kisses around her nipples.
"Honey, I spoil you too much," she said, and cradled your face so you were looking into her eyes. "Would you forgive me, please?"
She fluttered her eyelashes and looked at you with a pair of adorable bright eyes. Now she was the one who was cheating; she used her natural charms to manipulate you.
You narrowed your eyes.
"Only if you fill me with kisses."
She raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Didn't you say you didn't want to get cheesy?"
"Do you want me to forgive you or not?"
She rolled her eyes and dutifully placed kisses on every corner of your face, and you found yourself smiling like a fool. Maybe you were a little too spoiled by her.
"Forgiven," you said when she finished, with a little smile.
"Uh huh, now put me down," she patted you on the back twice. "You know I have work to do."
You took her off the wall and let her get off you. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she carefully lowered herself to her knees in front of your cock, still quite smeared on the tip by your own cum. Haewon then took it by the base and the first thing she did was take your tip into her mouth to clean it with gentle sucks.
"Mmm…" She pulled you out of her mouth and placed kisses around your tip. "I hope those balls can give me at least two more."
"Try your luck and see what you find, Haessal."
Haewon stuck her tongue out and planted it under your cock. With a slow head movement she licked upwards, and in the same motion she took half of your shaft into her mouth. You let out a gasp and crossed your hands behind your back. She gave a small moan, as she took you in and out of her mouth.
You took one hand from behind your back and brought it to her cheek to rub it with your thumb; then you placed it on her head, and stroked her hair as she took a couple more inches and sucked more and more hungrily.
She brought one hand to your thigh, and left the other around the base of your cock. Her head pumps became faster, and her suck sounds louder and sloppy. Haewon wasn't able to take you completely inside her mouth, but she sucked what she could so well that it wasn't even missed. She wasn't as prodigious as Rei or Yoon, but she was very good.
Every few seconds she would pull you out of her mouth for air and lick your cock, up the sides, around your tip and also down to your balls to kiss them while she masturbated you with her hand.
After a couple of minutes of messy blowjob, Haewon decided to finish you off quickly. Your cock was slippery, with a thick layer of saliva on top of it which she used to add her hand and move it in combination with her mouth. You gasped, already noticing the consequences on your body. Then she looked into your eyes, expectantly, and used a trick that always worked: she spread her knees and arched her back, so that you could see her magnificent ass raised. That was an instant nut for you.
“You motherfu…” you growled, and gritted your teeth the moment you started shooting a load into her warm mouth. Your hand on the back of her head.
Haewon removed her hand from your shaft and placed them both on the shower floor, now using only her mouth to drain your cock at a slow, sensual pace. You noticed how she swallowed every drop of it, while she let out soft moans of pleasure and slurped every inch of your shaft available to her.
She finally took you out of her mouth, and when you saw your cock, you noticed it was clean and shiny. Haewon caught her breath and filled it with kisses, then she looked at you.
"Delicious as always," she said, and you didn't need to see her tongue to know that your load was probably already all in her stomach. "But there is still a hole to fill…"
You, still shaken by your recent orgasm and with your cock sensitive, looked at her and offered her your hands. She took them, and stood up with your help.
“And I will,” you stated. "But can we do it outside? We haven't even had a real shower."
She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Come on, you go first."
She gave you a little push and you ended up under the shower. Luckily the water was warm, but that didn't stop you from almost accidentally swallowing some of it. You didn't say anything, you just lowered your head and let your hair get wet.
Haewon took the soap from behind you and rubbed it all over your body. She did an excellent job, but she refused to accept your help when she reached your most intimate parts, which made it somewhat intrusive. But at that point you didn't care about that. It's not like you haven't touched every part of each other's bodies before and like she doesn't have maternal instincts with you sometimes.
By being ready you returned the favor to her. A perfect excuse to feel her entire body slippery against your hands. Just like she was with you, you were just as intrusive. But of course she didn't care either, on the contrary the only thing you did was turn her even more, and she hurried you so that you could finally go outside.
Finally, when you were both showered, you turned off the faucet and you both went out to dry yourself with the same towel. Haewon finally took off the clips holding her short hair up and took your hand to lead you outside. Rory was still asleep on the couch, which of course made it impossible to use.
"Do you want to use the balcony?" Haewon asked, gesturing towards it.
"Huh? Are you sure?" You raised your eyebrows. "We still have the guest room."
"I don't feel like using a bed, to be honest. So yeah."
"Come on, then."
This time it was you who led the way, with Haewon holded to your hand. You walked to the left, towards the glass door that led to the balcony; it was covered by the blinds, so you first had to roll them up to slide the glass and get out.
The space was relatively small: a table and two black chairs located on the left side, a plant in the corner, and a small stool with an ashtray, a pack of blue Marlboros and a lighter on top, in the opposite corner.
However, the strong point of the balcony was not the space, it was how it was located: not a single building in front, several meters high, and with a beautiful view of the entire south of Seoul behind the Han River. The perfect place to sit and drink a beer, smoke a cigarette and relax after work.
Or in those cases, to fuck and give a show to the whole city. You had used it a few more times already, once with Chaeyoung and the rest with Jiheon, who always got very horny at the idea that someone could see her being fucked.
"Wah, I never get tired of this view," Haewon said, and she went to lean on the railing. The wind blew against her face, and it made her hair flutter.
"And I never get tired of this one," you responded from behind her, staring at her ass.
You pulled out one of the chairs and positioned it right in the middle of the balcony, facing forward. You sat on it.
Haewon looked over her shoulder at you and looked down at your flaccid cock. She smiled and bent her upper body down, her hands resting on the railing. That left her ass inches from your face.
"How about we bring it back to life?" she asked with a mischievous tone of voice, then she lowered her ass and sat right on top of your cock.
She rested her hands on your knees and started moving her ass back and forth, your cock being kneaded between her butt cheeks. That didn't take long to make you hard, and Haewon let a satisfied moan escape from her as she felt you firm against her skin.
Even though she already had the job done she didn't stop; she continued with even more energetic, passionate movements. You placed your hands on her waist, feeling her athletic abdomen from the front with your fingertips.
"A little dry, don't you think?" you asked, biting your lip as you grabbed her butt cheek.
Haewon looked at you over her shoulder.
"I have the solution for that," she replied. "But I don't think the wind is going to help."
Haewon then spit on her hand and wrapped it around your cock to rub it just a few times, enough to cover it with a layer of saliva that served as lubricant for the assjob she began to give you.
You let out a gasp, watching as your cock was the filling of a firm meat sandwich. You ran your hands up Haewon's back, then over her shoulders and down her sturdy arms. Then you reached around her body, grabbed both of her tits and kneaded them while she moved her ass in wide, slow circles.
She moaned and removed her hands from your knees, so that the full weight of her ass was crushing your cock against your abdomen. Then she leaned her body back, and she put her hand on the back of your neck to kiss you, continuing to rub your shaft between her buttocks.
"You don't want my thighs?" she murmured between kisses. "I wouldn't want you to cum like this; it would be a waste."
"I thought you wanted it inside your ass," you replied, and reached down with one hand just to reach her pussy and subtly touch her clit.
"I do want it," she raised her ass and reached for your cock again, but this time she spread her thighs a little to put it between them. "But since we don't have lubricant available, we will have to use our natural resources."
Well, that night your balls would end up like a pair of dry chestnuts. You wish you had prepared better, but Haewon was as unpredictable as a dice roll.
Now, you couldn't complain in the slightest. Receiving a thighjob from her was like going up to heaven, being touched by an angel, and coming back down to earth on a cloud. She squeezed her thighs on either side of your cock, but she didn't consider it enough, so she crossed one leg over the other.
"And so you expect me to last until I fuck your ass?" you gasped, and pursed your lips at the stupidly overwhelming pleasure of having that pair of strong thighs crushing your cock.
Haewon placed a couple of kisses on your jaw and caressed the back of your neck.
"I don't expect you to last," she replied, purposely tensing her thighs to further suffocate your cock. "I intend to use your cum as lubricant for my ass."
Before you could protest she leaned forward again and grabbed onto your thighs to move up and down, so slowly that it felt like your cock was going in and out of a rolling mill. That's when you noticed how really athletic that girl was, since she only had one foot on the floor while she worked her triceps to go up and down.
"Oh my god yes," you gasped, clinging to her waist. "Use me as a gym."
Haewon giggled and nudged your thigh.
"Maybe another day I'll use you for my squats," she said, and she started moving faster.
You let out a louder moan, closed your eyes and let your head fall back. There was no possible way not to feel removed from the physical plane when Haewon gave you a thighjob as tight and stifling as that. At that moment you could say with complete certainty that you'd rather fuck her thighs than her pussy, but Haewon was such a complete package that an opinion like that changed from one day to the next.
She stopped just for a second and spit on your cock. Saliva fell on your tip, hot and thick, and spread over the rest of your shaft as Haewon's thighs went up and down.
You opened your eyes and straightened your head. Her sexy back was your focus for a few long seconds, but then you looked down at her ass. You couldn't just sit still while that woman melted you, so you sucked on your ring and middle fingers and brought them to her butthole.
Haewon was startled, but then moaned when she felt your fingers rub at first and then penetrate a few inches into her tight butthole. When half of your fingers were inside her you simply left your wrist still, so that she could fuck her own ass at the same time that she stroked your cock with her thighs.
Soon your moans were joined by Haewon’s, who in a moment turned to look at you and asked you with a nod to take the rest of the length of your fingers inside her. So you did, raising your wrist so that your fingers were buried knuckle-deep inside her butthole.
Now Haewon, with a new motivation to up the gear, sacrificed some pressure around your cock just to gain speed. You hardly noticed any difference, since you were so close that just that slight friction on both sides was enough to take you down the hill.
Your fingers went comfortably in and out of Haewon's butthole, who in search of more pleasure moved as fast as her own arms would allow her. Unfortunately for her, the work her thighs were doing quickly paid off, and with a loud growl you exploded between them.
She realized that you were in the throes of an orgasm, but she didn't seem to care; she continued to move painfully fast as your fingers continued to act as her personal dildo.
"H-hey… stop!" you growled, and gave her a careless spank while you were still shooting cum streams onto the air.
Haewon screeched and finally stopped. She turned to look at you with her brow furrowed. She then looked down, realizing that her thighs and your cock were covered in cum.
"Oops," she said with a giggle.
"Oops my ass. Come here."
You took your fingers out from inside her butthole and with the same hand you pushed her forward. Haewon fell to her knees on the wooden floor, and automatically bent her back to make a perfect arch and rest her hands on it.
With her ass raised and presented to you, you stood up, pushed the chair behind you with your foot, and knelt behind her. Your cock was still hard and soaked in your own fluids; you took it with one hand, and as painful as it seemed at first, you buried it inside Haewon's butthole.
She moaned, but you let out a pained groan.
"I hope you're on my damn side when we play Monopoly," you said thinly, as your cock easily slid into her.
Just like Haewon wanted it, your cum served as a makeshift lubricant. It felt strange, but it fulfilled its function perfectly. With rather a minuscule effort your cock was completely inside.
"It's a game of chance, darling, I don't think I can do much about it," she replied, her head falling between her shoulders.
You placed a hand on her ass and gave her butt cheek a gentle squeeze. Then you started pumping your hips slowly. Your cock was still sensitive, so you felt more pain than pleasure at first.
"Give me squares, skip turns, I don't know."
She leaned on her forearms to turn her head and look at you, her mouth slightly open and her brow furrowed.
"And you don't want me to rob the bank too?" she raised an eyebrow.
You shrugged, and stopped moving.
"I mean, if you can."
"No, I can't! The girls would be upset!"
You rolled your eyes and shook your head.
"How boring."
Neither of you two opened your mouths again to do anything other than moan, since you had returned to what was really important.
The pain soon disappeared, but you still gave her slow pumps just to test how well you could move in and out of her. Haewon was already more than well trained for that practice, and especially for you, so it didn't take long for her ass to adapt to you.
Seconds later you started pumping faster and faster. Inevitably your hands went to her ass, which jiggled with each collision of your pelvis. Haewon stared ahead, between loud moans that went away with the wind as soon as they came out.
Inevitably your hands went to her ass, where you gripped each of her butt cheeks with your fingers. You wanted to destroy her, fuck her as hard as you did in her shower. But the fatigue in your body, accumulated after that long day, prevented you from being as intense as always.
Still, neither of you needed excessive aggressiveness to feel good while you were fucking. Haewon, despite being somewhat explosive at times, never demanded to be fucked hard and dirty all the time; it was enough for her that you used your cock well, and that was that.
Luckily that last thing was something you knew how to do very well, even when your hips and balls demanded a more than well-deserved rest.
Trying not to leave all the work to your hips, you planted your feet on the floor and rose above Haewon's ass. This way you used only your legs while moving up and down as fast as you could, which wasn't too much, but it was enough for her to cum after a minute.
"I'm not done with you yet, Haessal," you gasped, and rested a hand on one of her shoulders as she squealed in pleasure. "Come on, give me another one."
With your free hand you reached under her body to find her pussy. When you reached between her legs your fingers went straight to her clitoris, rubbing it in circles while you fucked her through her orgasm. Haewon responded with a squirm that made her press her cheek against the floor.
Haewon's face was ruby red, as it always was when she was subjected to high levels of pleasure. She was downright adorable, as her round face and cheeks made her look like a fresh tomato. But damn that arched back, that perfect ass up and being fucked, and those sensual moans were hot.
There came a point where your legs also began to weaken, and the sweat began to run down your temples. Sometimes you concentrated to not cum and last longer, but this time you concentrated to do exactly the opposite. Luckily it wasn't too difficult for you; it was enough for Haewon to cum once more for you to do it right after.
You both exploded between moans. You stopped rubbing her pussy and planted your knees on the floor again, as you shot a few spurts of cum into her tight ass. Haewon on the other hand grabbed her own head with both hands, pulling strands of her short hair as she let out whimpers.
You didn't cum as much as you did an hour ago, but enough so that at the moment you came out of her, a small waterfall of thick white liquid spilled out of her dilated butthole and fell to the dark wooden floor.
"Aight, enough for today," you said between labored breaths, and fell backwards on your ass.
"It's not like I'm in the mood for more, you fool," she replied softly, and straightened up to get on her knees. "You've squeezed me out for today."
You let out a laugh.
"I squeezed you out?" you asked in disbelief. "I feel like my dick is going to fall off."
"Oh come on, it was only four times," she supported herself with her hands and with an arduous effort managed to stand up.
“Five,” you corrected.
Haewon whipped around to look at you.
"So you did fuck Sullyoonie earlier, huh?"
You sighed and didn't say anything, you just shrugged since you didn't consider it respectful to admit those things openly.
She clapped her hands and pointed at you.
"I knew it!"
"Of course you knew," you nodded, also standing up as you looked at the mess you had left out there.
"Where it was?" she asked, and took a step forward. "A service room?"
"An empty conference room," you answered without looking at her, more worried about how you would clean everything than anything else. "Now shut up and stay still while I find something to clean up the mess."
You walked inside the house and ran past the front of the hallway to avoid Bae or Sully seeing you. You reached the kitchen and quickly grabbed the roll of towel, under the watchful eye of Rory, who was now sitting on a counter.
"I hope you haven't seen any of that abomination, darling."
After giving the kitten a kiss you returned to the balcony. Haewon looked towards the city, with her arms crossed and leaned on the railing. When she noticed your presence she turned around and leaned on her lower back.
"I see why Sully's cheeks were redder than normal," she said. "She's been kinky lately."
You remained silent and cut several pieces of towel to leave them on the cum stains in different parts of the balcony. Even the chair was stained in places. When they absorbed the liquid, you picked them all up one by one and rolled them into balls.
"You're not going to clean me up or what?"
"Nope, you'll do it yourself while I look for the spray mop."
You didn't let her protest, you simply stood up and left the roll of towel in her arms to go back inside the apartment.
When you went to pass in front of the hallway of the rooms your brain had gone on autopilot, so when the door to your room opened at the end of the corridor you didn't even have time to hide.
Bae, with a towel on her arm, in her panties and in a crop top shirt, immediately fixed her gaze on you. You stood paralyzed, also looking at her and her thin body full of hot curves. She scrutinized you, especially your lower part.
"Uh…" she looked at the floor, and then at the door to her left, which was the guest room.
The risk of her seeing you had completely slipped your mind. It was your house, and you were more than used to all the girls who went there seeing you naked. But Bae had never done it. It had to be, of course, in an uncomfortable situation.
"Nice body," you said, since it was the first thing that came to mind.
Bae looked at you again; she stayed quiet for a few seconds while she detailed you.
"You too."
You both nodded slowly, and then you looked towards the kitchen.
"Well… I'll get a mop," you pointed with your thumb.
"Yeah, sure," she nodded again, and opened the door to the guest room. "I… I'll go get dressed so we can play."
"Sure," you nodded again, and looked at the floor.
You both looked at each other for a few more seconds until each of you continued on your respective path. Then you found yourself with hot cheeks.
Bae was stupidly hot, with a body that looked like it was sculpted by hammer and chisel. But you were forced to get certain images of her out of your head so as not to get horny again.
Still embarrassed, you went to the laundry room and took out the spray mop to return to the balcony. Haewon had already cleaned herself, and she had gathered all the towel balls in a corner to throw them away later.
"I can't believe you let her see you," Haewon giggled as you moped the floor.
You shrugged as you mopped where the chair used to be. That particular floor was always a pain to clean, and this time was no exception.
"Bad timing I guess."
"Do you want me to go get the trash can?"
"No, we can throw the towel over the railing."
"I just don't want anyone to see me!"
You looked up at her and raised an eyebrow, as if wanting to say 'Really?'
"Ugh, right away."
Haewon left you alone for a moment, but returned seconds later with the trash can and an extra mop. Between the two of you, you continued cleaning the balcony and, after about 10 minutes, you left it sparkling as if nothing had happened.
By that point the night was already cold as hell, so you and Haewon went inside and closed the door to the balcony. You went to your room, where you found Sully sitting in the middle of the bed while she watched a video of her on her iPad. She had on her lavender pajama set, and was brushing her hair with Helios asleep next to her.
When she noticed that you came in naked, she looked up.
"Oh, are you done?" she asked, and looked back at her iPad.
"Thank god yes," you gave Haewon a look and turned around to enter through the door that was just at the entrance to the room, which led to the master wardrobe.
"Were you that hard on him?" you heard Sullyoon ask Haewon, while you looked for your clothes.
You pulled out your underwear, a black Celtics tracksuit and a white Puma sweater.
"I wouldn't say that," Haewon replied. "It's not like I forced him."
That wasn't entirely true. You frowned as you remembered how she had manipulated you with the charms you were always weak to. She had slowly dragged you into her web, and although you fell straight, it was all orchestrated by her and her desires.
When you got dressed, you went out and found Haewon already dressed too, in short pajama shorts and a simple t-shirt. She was sitting next to Sully as she caressed the back of the dozing Helios, who was between the two of them.
"Well? Shall we play or what?"
"Yeah!" the two said in unison.
That night's game was a real war.
Sully had been the least of your problems. If you and that girl acted as a team even without meaning to, when the situation called for it you were unstoppable. You bought properties from each other all the time and then exchanged them so you could build.
But Haewon had cared little about your request, and that whole game had been based on her and Bae trying to screw you over.
Bae didn't care about winning, she just wanted to be as annoying as possible to the three of you. On the other hand, Haewon was petty as well as visionary. She made you sweat towards the end of the game, but the winner ended up being Sullyoon, for the simple fact of having invested in all the orange properties at the beginning of the game.
After playing the Monopoly game, the four of you went to the balcony wrapped up warmly and spent the time just eating snacks and chatting. It was around two in the morning when you went back inside to sleep. Haewon and Sully slept with you, while Bae slept in the guest room.
You were usually never the first to wake up; someone was always ahead of you. But for some time now you had gotten into the habit of getting up no later than 9 in the morning. It had happened for several reasons: one of them was to feel like you were making better use of the day, another was to fix your sleeping schedule in general, but the most important thing was to be able to give food to the cats when it was time.
That day you had woken up at 8:30 in the morning. Sully was on your left, and on hers was Haewon, on the side of the bed closest to the window. Both still fast asleep.
Careful not to disturb Sully, you slid out of the blanket and stood up with the phone in your hand; you left it on the floating shelf in front of the bed, which spanned the entire wall to the corner. Then you went to the bathroom, washed your face and teeth, and after taking your phone back, you left the room.
As soon as you crossed the hallway, Helios got off the couch and greeted you with a meow as he approached. Rory came out from behind the kitchen island and jumped onto it to sit, staring at you in complete silence.
"Good morning, my loves," you greeted in a tiny voice, as Helios rubbed his head against your calf. You bent down to pet his back, and he meowed again. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming."
You quickly walked to open all the blinds, so that the apartment was filled with beautiful natural light. Then you went to the kitchen, Helios following close behind. Rory got off the island and stood next to you as you picked up each of their plates from the floor. You put them on a counter and went to the corner of the kitchen, where the huge bag of cat kibble was with a scoop inside. You served a considerable amount on each plate, and amidst desperate meows you put the plates in their places for them to eat.
Their water bowl was still half full, so you didn't consider it necessary to pour more. Instead, after grinding the beans, you set about making your everyday cup of espresso. While it was being done, you went straight to get a box of cereal and a carton of milk for breakfast.
By the time the espresso was ready you had already poured yourself the cereal, so you took the cup with the coffee, put two teaspoons of sugar in it and took it along with the bowl of cereal to the dining table.
Not even five minutes passed when you heard a door open, and then another, probably the bathroom in the hallway. It couldn't be Haewon or Sully; they always used the bedroom bathroom. That only left one option.
After a while you heard the door open again, and seconds later Bae came out of the hallway.
Thank goodness you had already finished a good part of the cereal, because it would have spilled out of your mouth when you saw Bae, again in panties and a crop top shirt. Just like she was in your awkward encounter last night.
"Good morning!" she said, as she raised her arms to stretch them, an action with which she revealed more inches of her perfect, slim torso. You could almost see what was under that shirt, but she lowered her arms immediately.
"Good… morning," you replied, and took a sip of your espresso while between small glances you admired her long legs and her small waist.
"Wah, I really slept deliciously."
She sat next to you, in the chair facing the end of the table, legs crossed in the most attractive way she could choose.
"Yeah, that room is pretty comfortable," you nodded, and took another spoonful of cereal, one of the last. "What are you doing awake this early?"
"Well…" she rested her elbows on the table and her chin on her hand. "It just happened, why?"
"You never get up early."
"But this time it happened, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," you shrugged. "It's just weird. Are you up to something or what?"
Bae was silent for a few seconds while her gaze wandered around the table, in the end she pursed her lips and shrugged.
"In short, you're up to something," you confirmed, and grabbed the cup and the empty bowl to stand up. You went to the dishwasher. "Do you want me to make you something for breakfast? There's cereal, eggs, bread…"
There was no response from her while you were washing the dishes, but you did hear the chair move back. By the time you looked over your shoulder, Bae had already hugged you from behind and pressed herself against you.
You wrinkled your brow, and looked into her eyes with your hands still full of soap.
"May I know what you are doing?"
Bae squeezed you into her arms, and pressed one of her knees to your side. She rested her chin on your shoulder and leaned closer to your ear.
"Oppa…" she lowered her voice, almost to a whisper. "Do you think I have a nice body?"
That's where the shots were going, then. You should have guessed. But in the mornings you were not at your full brain capacity.
"What's that question about?" you looked away, as you now washed the bowl and spoon.
"You seemed delighted about it last night."
She planted a hand on your abdomen, caressing it gently up and down.
"I don't know what you're talking about, honestly."
You left the sponge in it’s place and removed the soap from the dishes with plenty of water.
"No? You were almost drooling…" she whispered. "You fucked me like four times with your eyes."
You couldn't help but let out a sly smile as you set the clean dishes aside. Then you left your hands rested on the edge of the dishwasher.
"I wasn't the only one, as I remember."
"Because you're hot, oppa," she replied with a giggle, and then lowered her hand to rest on your bulge. "And your cock looked… delicious."
Bae began to knead your cock gently, slow and deep movements. You held your breath for a moment, and resisted the urge to turn around and put your hands on her. You wanted to see how far she would go.
"If you wanted to taste it you just had to say so last night," you said, and looked down. Your cock was already getting hard thanks to her hand.
Bae laughed.
"And share you with those two?" Of course not," she said. "If I'm going to taste you for the first time, I have to do it alone."
Bae stopped moving her hand to put it between your sweatpants and boxers. She found yourself with your already hard cock, which she wrapped with her hand and then lowered it to your balls as well.
"Fuck, I don't think all that will fit inside me…" she murmured against your neck, where she placed soft, wet kisses. "My pussy is too tight."
"Oh my god…" you gasped, and let your head fall to the side to give Bae free rein on that side of your neck.
She didn't mince words and pulled down your bottoms to free your cock immediately. Then she stroked it slowly, while she used her other hand to rub your abdomen under your sweater.
Unable to resist anymore you slowly turned around and came face to face with her. You stared into each other's eyes, Bae still with her hand stroking your cock. Then you put your arm around her slender body, pressed her against you, and kissed her.
The way that girl kissed immediately reminded you of Sumin: just as insecure at first, but with a gradual increase in hunger as the seconds passed that led to her attacking your mouth with her tongue, which by the way you could notice that moved in a prodigious way.
The kiss lasted for a few long seconds in which she continued to move her hand up and down your cock, slowly until your precum began to leak between her fingers. You, for your part, had your hand clinging to the side of her torso, which you then moved to caress her back and lowered it again to grab her ass.
That made Bae let out a small moan against your lips and pull away from them. She then looked into your eyes once more, and with her gaze still on them, she fell to her knees with your cock right between her eyebrows.
"I've done this like only once in my life," she said, as she wrapped her fingers around your base. "So don't scold me."
"I'm not going to scold you, Jinsol," you replied. "You know how to use that tongue very well. Just use it and it will be fine."
Bae nodded slowly and stared at the piece of meat in front of her eyes. She looked at it for a few brief moments, as if wanting to decide where to start. She finally decided to comply with your statements, and she planted her tongue on the underside of your cock to lick it up. You gasped and rested your hands on the edge of the dishwasher behind you, while Bae swirled her tongue in slow circles around your tip.
“Fuck, like that…” you pursed your lips. "But- oh fuck…"
Before you could finish your sentence, Bae beat you to it, and fulfilled exactly the suggestion you were about to make: she took you inside her mouth. It was just the tip, but she sucked it gently while she gave it quick licks.
After a few seconds she worked up the courage to take a few more inches and begin pumping her head in calm iterations. She looked into your eyes frequently, making sure you were enjoying every little wiggle of her tongue. Which you certainly did, since such control was incredible.
Once Bae was sure she was doing a good job she relaxed and let herself go. Decision more than beneficial for you, since now she was taking her mouth further and further away, and to your genuine surprise, almost to her throat.
"What the fuck," you moaned, and your forehead wrinkled in pleasure. "How…?"
You didn't even bother trying to find an explanation. Some people were simply born with talent. Apparently Bae knew how to do that just because, and without any effort.
She gave you a few long, slow pumps and pulled you out of her mouth with a slurp at your tip.
"You like it like that?" she asked, moving her hand on your saliva-soaked cock. "I can go faster if you want."
“Oh god no,” you shook your head. "That's perfect," you nodded for her to continue.
Bae then took you into her mouth again and this time she prolonged her gentle, deep blowjob for an incredible two minutes in which you were constantly with your toes curled and your mouth gaping. You would have loved to cum inside her mouth, but you had other priorities right now.
"Alright, get up," you ordered between gasps.
She obeyed you immediately, and as soon as she stood in front of you, you wrapped your arms around her small waist and kissed her again. This time you took complete control, invading her mouth with your tongue while your hands roamed every corner of her tight body. You focused your attention on her lower back and her waist, places you constantly clung to because of how stupidly good they felt under your fingers.
Bae brought her hand back to your cock to try to rub it again, but you stopped her and grabbed both of her arms so she wrapped them around your neck. Then you had free rein to take your hand between her legs and rub her pussy over her bluish panties, which you noticed were wet already.
She moaned against your lips and gripped her fingers in your hair, as she rubbed her thigh against your balls. You then put your hand inside her panties to reach her pussy, which was extremely soft to the touch, and rubbed her clitoris in slow circles.
You separated from her lips and focused now on her long neck, whose pretty skin you filled with wet kisses. Bae let out an adorable, soft moan close to your ear, as you ran your fingers up and down between her folds, which were starting to get soaked.
“Oppa, fuck me already…” she moaned into your ear. "Please."
The only reason you decided not to continue teasing her was because you were almost as in need of it as she was. And how not to be, with that tight and soft body in your arms.
You took a few steps forward with her until you had her lean against the island counter, then you grabbed her waist with your hands and made her sit in the exact same place where last night you had eaten Haewon.
Not willing to waste time you brought your hands to the hem of Bae's panties and quickly slid them off her pretty pale legs. She then spread them wide open, revealing her pretty glistening pussy to you as she stared into your eyes.
You positioned yourself between her legs, and took your cock in your hand to rub the tip of it between her folds. You made a gesture to get inside, but she put a hand on your abdomen.
"Can I do it myself?" she asked, and she bit her lip pointing at your cock.
"Go on then," you nodded.
Bae leaned back, rested her left elbow on the marble surface and took your cock in her hand, rubbing it between her own folds and then bringing it to her entrance, where you gently pushed to insert your tip.
You both let out a small moan, as your cock slowly but surely made its way between her folds. And damn, she wasn't lying when she said she was too tight. For a moment you thought you were going to get stuck halfway, but with a little patience and saliva—literally—you were able to bury every inch of your cock inside that stifling space.
"It looks like every inch did fit inside you…" you smiled, and put your hands behind her knees as you gave her a moment to get used to your thickness.
"It seems so, yeah," she responded between agitated gasps. "But I feel like you're going to tear my cervix, oh my god."
You chuckled, and gripped your fingers on her thighs.
"You'll get used to it."
With that said you began to move back and forth, as slowly as you could at first while giving the tight walls of Bae's pussy time to stretch around your throbbing cock. It was a long and tortuous few seconds, but in the end the pumps became smooth and easy, enough for you to be able to move freely.
Bae couldn't afford to be loud, and she knew it. That's why her moans were so discreet. But her face, painted with a subtle blush, and her sensual expressions said it all. She laid her back flat on the counter, and covered her mouth so she could let out a few louder squeals she had pent up.
You released one of her thighs and left the palm of your hand on her lower abdomen, where you could feel the tip of your cock slightly bulge her skin with each pump, which became faster and stronger with each second.
From her lower abdomen you moved your hand up, to reach under her small cropped shirt and grab one of her tits; they were tiny, but you felt a pair of small, soft, adorable nipples that you pinched with your fingers.
Bae's thigh tensed and trembled under your left hand fingers. She now had both hands covering her face, her back arched and her toes curled so tightly they were red. And then, after a minute of her pussy being rapidly fucked, she exploded with a louder whimper that she was unable to stifle.
The feeling of having her pussy that tight around your cock reminded you of Haewon's thighjobs. It was suffocating, like it was going to squeeze your cock and crush it like a rubber toy. Even you let out a moan as you carefully fucked her.
Bae removed her hands from her face and brought them behind to grip the edge of the counter. Her face was even redder than before, her bottom lip bitten and her eyes squeezed shut. Her spasms made her back twist, and caused tremors in her thighs.
When her orgasm had passed you pulled out from inside her pussy and laid your cock flat against her abdomen. She leaned on her elbows and looked at you between labored breaths.
"Wanna ride me, cutie?" you asked, and caressed her toned abdomen up and down.
She quickly nodded.
"I'd love to, oppa."
"Then come here."
You took a step back and helped her off the counter. Afterwards, you took her hand and guided her to the other side of the room, towards the couch that, thank God, was completely free to use.
The couch had a square area on its left end that looked more like a small bed. You knelt on top of it and crawled until you turned around and placed your back between the cushions, with your legs extended forward. Bae also climbed onto the couch and straddled you, thighs pressed tightly on either side of your hips.
"Can I take that shirt off?" you asked. "It's been bothering me all damn morning."
Bae pressed her pussy against the back of your cock and very subtly ground her hips. She then nodded and lifted her arms, so that you could immediately remove her shirt and leave her completely naked on top of you.
"And me? Can I take that dumb sweater off or what?" she asked, and gave it a couple of tugs.
"It's one of my favorites, have some respect," you replied, and then raised your arms too.
She immediately took your sweater off and tossed it next to her shirt. Her hands planted themselves on your chest, which she slowly rubbed before diving back into your neck with kisses and bites.
Now that you two were completely naked, the rubbing between your bodies and the touching became a sensation as magnificent as fucking. You wrapped both arms around her slim waist and pressed her body against yours, your fingers gripping her flesh firmly. Meanwhile one of Bae's hands slid between your bodies until she reached your cock, which she stroked at the same time she rubbed it with her pussy.
She kept kissing your neck, and she soon focused on your collarbone. She then raised her hips, and straightened your cock to completely impale herself on it again. You let out a moan, but Bae just bit her lip, made you look at her and then kissed you before moving her hips up and down.
Your hands immediately went to her waist and a few seconds later they went down to her ass; Bae's went to your neck, before completely surrounding it with her arms and deepening the kiss. You were the only one moaning against the other's lips, which immediately made you realize that her goal was for you to enjoy it more than her.
She hugged your head and started moving her hips faster, with a skill and smoothness that left you surprised. That girl knew what she was doing, taking your cock all the way in and out of her, with movements that could have easily caused you to unintentionally pull out of her. But hell no, the control she had over her lower body was impressive.
You soon found yourself stunned. The girl you least expected turned out to be the one who rode cock the best of absolutely everyone. That, combined with her tight, toned, curvy body, her tight pussy, her cute round ass, and the sexy changes in her countenance made her a complete menace of a woman.
You couldn't help but moan again and again against her lips, until she had no choice but to break away from the kiss, just to stare at you while you melted with pleasure.
"Do you like the way I ride you, oppa?" she asked, with a cute and innocent tone.
You squeezed both of her buttocks hard and couldn't help but give one of them a little spank out of pure instinct. Then you sank slightly into her couch so that your face was level with her small tits.
"I fucking love it, fuck," you moaned, and put your hands on her back so she could bring her tits closer to your mouth. You took a nipple inside and sucked and licked it.
"Oh yeah?" She let a small moan escape her as you ate her small but delicious tits. "How much?"
"No one has ever ridden me as good as you right now," you gasped, and closed your eyes before letting your head fall back, your mouth half open in an O and your brow furrowed.
“Then fill my tight pussy oppa…” she rubbed your hair, and as if it were possible, she moved her hips even faster and harder. "But hurry up… who knows when those two will wake up."
You didn't even need her to rush you. You were already dangerously close to cumming from the moment she started moving her hips. It took less than a minute for you to put your arms around her waist again in a hug, and then explode inside that dangerous prison called pussy that she had.
Rarely did someone make you moan as uncontrollably as Bae did in that moment. She even had to cover your mouth as she moved her hips slower and felt you shoot your entire immense thick load inside her.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "You came a lot, oppa. And it feels so warm and nice…"
She removed her hand from your mouth and kissed you again. Meanwhile, you again held on to her ass as she slowed down to a complete stop. You two were tasting each other's mouths for a few long seconds, until she raised her hips to take out your cock. The only thing you could feel was the abundant amount of cum falling into your abdomen.
"Do you want a clean?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Fuck, do whatever you want," you sighed, eyes still closed.
Bae got off you and knelt next to you with her ass raised. She brought her face close to your abdomen and didn't hesitate for a second to lick the pool of white liquid from end to end. You opened your eyes and watched in silence as she collected every drop of it with her tongue and swallowed it.
"Since when…?" you wrinkled your forehead. "God, nevermind."
When she finished cleaning your abdomen she then took your cock and repeated the same process, until it was clean and shiny. She then sat back on her heels and looked at you with heavy breathing.
"Can you make me some fried eggs and sausages?" she asked, and tilted her head.
You couldn't help but burst out laughing. That girl was quite a specimen.
"Aha, but get dressed and go get the girls up. I have to get you back a little before 2 because I have to turn on stream early."
"And why don't you do it at night like always?"
"Because I'll meet you at Korea University. Come on, hurry up."
Bae nodded and stood up. You both dressed quickly, and you started making breakfast for all of them while Bae went to wake them up. You ended up taking them at 1 in the afternoon. By the time you got back home, you did your respective 4-5 hour stream and got ready to go to the campus where the girls would be performing that day—which was admittedly quite far from your house.
But you wanted to see your favorite femboy. And on top of that, you could see those tripleS girls up close. Three birds with one stone.
looking like a loving sweetheart even when she’s in her underwear.
mornings with her are like this.
oh haewon.
aware of how much you like her body because of its rather generous proportions, so from time to time she will reward you by letting you see her in more detail.
she is overly self conscious about the size of her cleavage, which leads her to joke about it whenever she can.
seol yoonah.
how can she still look so adorable when she’s being a total provocative slut?
we all know her because she always appears quiet and shy in front of the cameras and on any social media platform, but in reality, she knows how to be daring and spicy when she’s with you.
what would you do if you were walking through the dorms and found her like that?
bae jinsol.
looking so disinterested and bored when she’s literally taking pictures of herself in her underwear, but she only maintains the false facade to provoke even more.
we all know that in her group she’s the one who likes to joke around and play around the most to pass the time, something that definitely doesn’t change once you’re alone with her.
kim jiwoo.
booty shorts are the best. often it’s for comfort due to the weather or one’s own fashion sense, and she definitely gives them style without even trying.
her stomach is the prettiest, especially when she flexes it when she feels pleasure.
honestly, she doesn’t care if you want to leave marks on her delicate and sensitive skin. after all, she has a secret love for violent impact games.
she is daring to a certain extent.
the physical change in her was noticeable due to the contrast with how she looked at her debut, but not everything went away with exercise because she still retains some attributes in her body.
kang kyujin.
i bet she always walks around the dorms like that, brazenly not caring who’s there. but there’s nothing wrong with that when you’re her roommate, right?
pretty legs.
often the maknaes end up being the most provocative, and she is no exception.
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SAW THIS AND THOUGHT :
(1st time writing in 3rd POV)
Nobody can tell me she doesn't know what she's doing with that thing! Throwing that ass around just waiting for someone to claim it, while acting all innocent with a smile. Like nobody wants to run their tongue up & down that butt crack, spreading her ass open with the tongue exploring her tight muscle ring; tracing the wrinkles on it with the tip of the tongue. While running the finger tips up & down her pink tinted pussy slit, getting them coated in her pussy juices that are flowing from the teasing. As they go from rubbing her clit to slip in between her wet pussy lips. Having her on all fours priming her for their throbbing dick, as the fingers go in & out producing wet sloppy sounds while she gets lost in the pleasure; which is when they go from tracing the wrinkles on her rim to spreading her butthole open, with the pressure applied by the tip of their tongue.
As her butthole opens and welcomes them, while their tongues scrapes against the walls of her rectum. With their thumb rubbing her throbbing clit in circular motions, they pull their tongue out of her ass as they lean back to look at Bae's gaping butthole. While they proceed to spit in it as they are pushing Bae's face into the bed sheets, causing her to raise her ass up more; as they use their other hand, that was on her pussy, to level their dick with Bae's holes.
Held her down while they spread their saliva around her butthole with their tip, and once wet enough pushed their dick into Bae's ass. While both of their hands move up to Bae's upper bac, pushing it down using as leverage for their thrust; which made Bae's fat ass bounce from the recoil, as she was there taking their dick up her ass. Having her loosen up muscle ring wrap around every inch that came in & out of her ass. While the walls caress their dick with a nice warm tight embrace as they go deeper into her ass.
A few minutes later, and they were all tired out while Bae had the happiest smile; even looking at them more energized for more cock.
For those keeping score at home, Bae Jinsol does appear to have the upper hand.
Not just because of who she is—the looks, the celebrity, the whole perfect package of it all; that's a dime a dozen in your line of work.
It’s how she haunts you.
The messages she leaves on your phone. The way she says your name.
The photos.
So, yeah. Despite the fact that you’re ostensibly just her personal trainer, and therefore, ipso facto, the ‘one in charge’; it’s becoming all too apparent that the balance of power in your relationship with Bae is, well, to put it simply, not exactly professional.
Which makes it no surprise that even though you’re at the gym a half-hour early; a black coffee in hand, ready to chase the one already running through your veins—she’s already there.
Stretched out like a cobra; hips to the ground, back arched, chest high.
Her reflection in the mirror greets you with a knowing smile.
Unsurprised. Unbothered.
Like she's been waiting for this—planned it all out. Down to the exact second that you’d walk in, discovering her in the centre of your private gym, splayed out in a pose chosen specifically to make you feel like you're intruding on something intimate.
Showing off the sharp planes of her abs, the muscles of her legs, the curve of her ass, and that dangerous strip of skin that makes you want to—
"Looks like I beat you again, sir."
You swallow. You somewhat regret giving her a personal key.
“Just getting warmed up.” Bae slithers out of the stretch, sinewy and fluid, turning over and around so she can properly face you; so she can properly present herself to you.
A glance—a gawk, really—has you rethinking your earlier assessment. Most of your clients are a dime a dozen. But Bae, looking at you, looking like that. Gorgeous, fit, unattainable yet somehow within your reach and daring you to do something about it—she’s a whole other currency.
She's been here for a while now, you can tell. Beads of sweat have started to slick her skin; over her brow, down her neck, pooling at the crevices of her collarbones. And the show she makes of wiping across her throat with the back of her hand, leaving a glossy sheen.
You ponder licking it off.
Long enough for her to catch you being unprofessional, again. To her credit, Bae just hums a note of amusement, gracious enough to let the moment pass as if it never even happened.
“You don’t need to do that,” you say, which could really be in reference to anything at this point. “We’ve got one hour. Warm-up included.”
“I know,” Bae answers, revisiting a long-standing argument, "But I like to be ready."
“Ready,” you echo, tasting the sound of the word on your own tongue.
“So that we can make the most of our time together,” She continues, twirling a peroxide-blonde curl around her finger, stirring up entirely inappropriate images of Bae, and her hair, and your hands, and oh God. "I only have you for one measly little hour, after all."
She lets the implication hang in the air, planting her flag (bright red, of course). It gives you an opportunity to take a long sip of your coffee; the burn from it sliding down your throat a welcome distraction.
You clear it with a cough.
"Well," you say, setting your mug aside and putting on the face of someone who isn’t severely compromised by Bae's casual, shameless attempts at whittling down your resolve. "Let’s not waste any of those precious minutes."
There's this grin on her face, as endearing as it is infuriating; and you can already hear the reply she’ll make before it comes, the way she’ll twist your honest words into lurid innuendo. Something with enough plausible deniability to keep it from crossing any lines of proper decorum you’ve tried to set, but pointed enough to blur them.
Something like—"Oh, I plan on making every second count."
You emphasise, “Exercising.”
Bae plays along, “What else would we be doing?”
More of this game, presumably.
The one you've been playing for the entire month you've known her, this routine you've established—you trying to keep things on track, do the job you’re actually being paid by her company to do; and Bae pushing back, pushing you as far as she can.
Trying, hoping, to inevitably bring you to that point where you break, where your veneer of professionalism finally slips away and you give her the type of workout she really wants.
You really should know better.
Should know to ignore the innocent requests to 'help stretch her out' or 'massage this cramp in her thigh'. Should know not to indulge the flirty banter; the 'oh, you're so much stronger than me', or worse yet, the blatant, 'but I bet you're not as flexible.'
You should have never let your hands linger, held her close when she asked you to correct her form, taken your time to navigate the curve of her hip, the small of her back, the slope of her legs.
Definitely should not have given her your personal number. Fuck, you should have blocked hers. Not read any messages, not even dreamed of replying. Not opened the photos, not fucking saved them and revisited them night after night after night.
(Because ultimately, the main party at fault is you.
After that first time, that first session; when you excused all the innuendo as coincidence, pretended the flirtations, the touching was just down to Bae being her normal, bubbly, extroverted self.
And then, when she convinced you to come into the shower because she just couldn’t seem to get the hot water to work, well—
Yeah.
Somewhere between making her moan your name and fucking her into the tile walls; you really, really should have known better.)
But today—today won’t be the day you give in.
The first time was a one-off, a fleeting lapse in judgment. Won't happen again.
You’re the trainer. She’s the client.
You have your clipboard, and your workout plan.
And Bae…
Bae’s biting her lip; blushing at you like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
“So, how do you want me, sir?”
(Bent over, on top, pinned underneath, from behind—you could fill the whole session with your long list of answers; but none of those are on the clipboard.)
You fight the urge to laugh, or scream, or maybe just drop to your knees and surrender.
Instead, you reproach, “Bae.”
“Sir.”
Laying it on thick; the innocence, the arrogance, the knowing in those doe eyes. Something she said to you once rattles in your mind: "Everybody needs an outlet, don't you think?"
Bae swings her legs around, tucking them under her so she’s on her knees. She’s looking up at you, those wide eyes and that even wider smile, sizing up every inch of you through her long lashes.
"I know what you're doing," you try, but it's not enough. Knowing is only half the battle.
"You do?" Bae's playing coy, keeping her tone light and breezy. "And here I thought I was just trying to be a good student."
A finger on her thigh, to dance along the hem of her shorts, peel it back just slightly, only to let it snap back into place.
“Clock’s ticking.”
There's a correct response here, you think, one that keeps you both on the straight and narrow. Not that you get a chance to find it, because Bae's leaning forward, placing her hands behind her back, pushing out her chest and arching her spine just so.
Her top stretches over her, a sports bra that’s somehow both modest and obscenely revealing; clinging to her—she’s filling it out, her nipples poking through like two little darts, demanding your attention.
She tilts her head, smirks, and it hits you like a sucker punch.
That’s the pose.
You’ve seen it; it’s been seared into your brain. The centrepiece of a photo that she so casually sent you in the middle of the day, just to ‘get your opinion on her progress’.
(Only then, all she had on was her smile.)
A sigh, because you know—this is it.
The last exit off the highway, the last chance to say no, to keep things strictly above board and not let this get any more complicated than it already is. But you’re nearing a wreck on the side of the road, and you can’t help but want to stop and look.
Fuck it.
Fuck the clipboard, fuck the workout plan, fuck not giving in. You can always try (and fail) again the next session.
Bae reads your mind. "Time for some cardio, then?"
“Get up,” is your answer. (A command, a plea).
She’s quick to rise to her feet, smugness gone, and in its place shameless glee as she witnesses you crack and concede defeat in real time.
This is how you'll rationalise it:
There’s only one way to take back control of this situation. At her core, Bae’s an extremely simple person. She sees something she wants; she gets it. She’s a fire—all she does is burn hot, and the only way to keep her from turning your professional life to ash is to feed the flame.
Just enough to manage it.
You step closer, she takes a step back. You follow, each step, each sway of her hips a metronome set to a rhythm that says ‘yes’. She keeps backing up, leading you on until she’s seated on a bench. Placing her hands on her knees, pushing them apart, spreading her legs in a V; an open invitation to the space between.
You're not sure who's training who anymore.
Putting that thought aside—lines can be redrawn, boundaries reset. If you’re going to get some form of authority back, it’s not going to be with words. So, you do the only thing that makes sense in a moment that's lost all logic.
You lean down, take Bae by the chin, and you kiss her.
Something sounding like your name slips from Bae's lips as your tongues meet; as her hands find the back of your neck, pulling you in so she can lick into your mouth and get a taste of your morning.
Eager, greedy, demanding; full of all the pent-up need that’s been festering since that first encounter—when you had her creaming down your thighs and screaming your name. There's little tenderness to be found in the kisses, the licks, the nibbles that follow, you’re both too desperate for any kind of sweetness right now.
Bae’s hands are everywhere; peeling your shirt over your head, tracing the lines of your stomach, digging her nails into the meat of your shoulder. Your own hands are busy too—squeezing her thighs, cupping her ass, drifting up her skintight shorts in search of the heat that’s been keeping you awake at night.
"Took you long enough," she murmurs against your mouth, the words barely discernible but the triumph tinging them crystal clear.
An acknowledgment groaned against her lips, breaking away from the kiss to trail down her neck, licking away that spot you've had your eyes on the whole time. Tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her skin, revelling in the tang of the forbidden, the vanilla of the inevitable.
It’s some wonder, truly, of how a girl like her—all youthful glow and sharp edges, sculpted by both genetics and sheer force of will—wound up so utterly obsessed with you.
“Because of what you said when we first met,” Bae whispers in your ear, bites on the lobe, and you’re realising that maybe your thoughts haven’t been as silent as you assumed.
“Oh?” Is all you have to offer, because that memory is far gone, and your mind has far too little bandwidth to focus on anything that isn’t her wetness, seeping through the fabric of her shorts and staining your fingertips.
The dampness—it's a dead giveaway. Yet you still ghost a thumb over her, press down just to confirm, make her inhale, sharp. And sure enough, there it is. Or rather, there it isn't.
The audacity.
There's a giggle from Bae as she feels you discover her secret; that it's just her shorts that are keeping you from being knuckle deep inside of her, and nothing else.
Bae recites your words back to you, only from her lips they’re far more honeyed, sticky and sweet against your cheek. "You said that you'd—ah—that you’d push me."
She’s sighing, melting into you, hips slowly grinding against your fingers, so achingly close to begging. Turning up the heat, you let your other hand glide up her abs, feel the need radiating from her, the muscles tensing and rolling with every slight movement she makes.
You’re reaching for her sports bra when she finds her voice, continuing through gritted teeth, "You said that you wouldn't take it easy on me."
Her breath stutters as your thumb traces the bottom of her top, fingers digging beneath her bra line. With one swift tug, the fabric's pulled away from her body, yanked over head in a blur of motion, leaving her breasts bare and heaving before you.
They’re small, yes, but the curve, the fit, the weight of them in your hands—just right.
“You said that if I—ah fuck—”
You can’t resist, really, your lack of self-control has been well established. So, you kiss her chest, licking a path through the valley between her breasts, drinking in the sweat that pools there, that little reservoir of desire.
“You said that if I tried hard enough, I’d be—God, yes—I’d be rewarded.”
Words, simple instructions you’ve given to countless other clients, but Bae. Twisting them, hearing what she wants to hear, or maybe what you intended all along? (Who’s to say.)
“You weren’t lying, were you, sir?”
You don’t have a response—what is there to say now, anyway? Any words would just be noise, inconsequential compared to the symphony of gasps and groans playing out between you both.
There’s a dusky pink nipple just waiting for your touch, all swollen and sensitive. You don’t disappoint. It’s in your mouth, rolling between your tongue and teeth, pebbling under the attention. It’s so easy to get lost in them, in their taste and feel, in her hands threading into your hair, pulling you closer, as if you need the encouragement.
You’re indulging in her, yes, but right now, there’s little you wouldn’t do to make her keen. Your other hand doesn’t rest; fingers are at work, pressing down, circling her clit through the nylon, making her arch up into you. These touches, swipes over her stiffened nub; she's falling into you.
Needy little sounds spill from her mouth, sweet nothings and half-formed pleas; bad things, dirty thoughts that most would regret ever even thinking, but of course, Bae only has the best of intentions. You’ve got her right where she wants to be; where she needs to be, and fuck she just takes your breath away.
You look up at her, feel her, and the absurdity of it all is dawning on you. To think someone like Bae would ever need training.
She was already perfect the first time you met her.
The long, pale-white expanse of her legs, all toned muscle and elegance. Her ass, the tight curve of it, fuller, rounder than should be possible on a frame so dainty. Her stomach, her thighs, her arms, (God, did you already mention her abs?), every flawless fucking inch of her.
A work of art, meticulously crafted by some divine hand; there’s nothing to be done by mere mortals except worship.
Let it be known the irony is not lost on you, when you let her nipple slip from your mouth and relay your next instruction: “Get on your hands and knees.”
Bae doesn’t need to be told twice.
With grace that’s far too practiced to be interpreted as anything other than a deliberate tease, Bae swings her body around, shifting her weight until she's on all fours.
Standing before her, watching the muscles in her back flex, her ass peeking out from beneath the elastic of her shorts. They’ll be ripped off entirely in due time.
But first, a kiss for your troubles. Over your sweatpants, branding you through the cotton as hers.
“Finally,” she breathes, making you swell, throb under her gaze.
Fingers hook into your waistband, pulling down your pants with ease. Your cock springs free, slapping across her lips, leaving a wet streak on her gloss. It shines.
A giggle, a raise of her bleached brows—like it’s a surprise. Like she hasn’t been made intimately familiar with your length; felt it buried deep inside her, painting her walls, her throat, with your release.
The tip of her tongue peeks out, just enough to swipe across the slit, to scoop up the pre-cum beading out of it. You hiss through your teeth, hips jerk forward, but Bae’s too quick—draws back with a laugh. She’s enjoying this, this little game of hers. The brat and the trainer, the cat and the mouse, the idol and the grown man who’s supposed to have his shit together.
“Tease,” you groan, your hands finding her hair, tugging gently to remind her of her place.
“Sorry, sir. Couldn’t resist.”
A wink is all the warning you get, and she’s diving down.
No more preamble, no hesitation at all—Bae’s been waiting for this all fucking month, and she’s dead set on making up for lost time.
She’s taking you in, all of you, all at once; her mouth stretching wide to accommodate the girth. The feel of her, the wetness, the tears at the corners of those big, round eyes, and the question in them—'think you can handle this?'
Fuck.
She’s sloppy; so immediately, noisily sloppy.
Cheeks hollowing out, taking you deep, making your hips buck and collide with the back of her throat for that agonising split second before she retreats; only to do it again. Faster, harder; making you doubt the ability of your knees to hold out.
A fistful of her hair, if only to keep you upright.
She’s all over the place—popping your cock from her lips, kissing down your shaft, licking around the base, a cheeky graze of teeth along your balls, and then back again, swallowing you down until you can feel her nose nuzzling into your groin.
You’re a mess of sensations, pleasure coiling in your stomach, a knot inside you tightening with every wet sound she makes.
It’s her enthusiasm that does it, really. She’s not trying to be good at this, not trying to impress you with her skills. She’s just plain desperate for it.
Her moans vibrate through you, muffled by the thickness of your cock. She’s saying something, words that you can’t quite make out, that takes a moment to translate: "Needed this," she gasps around your length, "Missed it so much."
An admission: you’ve really fucking missed it too.
“This beautiful, beautiful cock,” Bae slurs, sliding your cock out of her throat to catch her breath, so she can take a break to wonder. “How many has it ruined, hm?” Her tongue flicks out, scooping the globs of saliva and pre-cum hanging from the head. “All those pretty little girls you train.”
There’s envy there, and you’re barely managing to groan out, assuage her, “Just you.”
“I find that so fucking hard to believe, sir.” Bae says, resting your cock on the edges of her cheeks. “Those tight cunts, those eager mouths and asses, and you're telling me—" she swipes her tongue along your shaft, leaving a wet trail in her wake "—that it's just me?"
Her voice, her fucking words; too, too much. It’s all you can do to not just grab her by the neck and fuck her face raw. (A dream for her, probably. To have you grab her throat and made her choke on you).
“Well, if you say so,” she’s unconvinced; not that it does anything to slow her down. Back at it, back at making her eyes water, at needing these panted, desperate gulps of air between mouthfuls of you.
The little things—her lips glued around your shaft, her throat a tight, warm fist, and her eyes. Looking up at you like she's afraid if she doesn't, if she stops moving and averts her gaze, you'll pull away.
As if.
“Bae, you’re so fucking good at this,” you’re blurting out, because she is. She really, really is.
Wet and filthy and so fucking delighted to let you know, “All for you, sir.”
And you believe it—she makes you believe it.
Everything’s for you, even when she’s not supposed to be. The sound of her, choking and gagging, the wet, slobbering noises of her devouring you, echoing off the empty gym walls.
The sight of it all; tearing your attention to a million different places. There’s the Bae in front of you, focused entirely on your cock, on letting you use her mouth like a toy, plunge your length deep down her throat to make her cry, to make her cheeks flush.
Then there’s the Bae in the mirror, the reflection bouncing off the polished chrome surface behind her. Her ass, rising and falling, in time with the bobbing of her head; and that soaked spot right at the centre of her shorts, the bullseye growing and growing with every second that passes.
Fucking amazing, incredible, too good, too much to handle; spilling out of your mouth as those pouty pink lips of hers slide up and down, drool pooling around your base, slipping down your thighs, a wet mess dripping onto your floor.
“And to think you wanted to stop this from happening,” she’s chiding, offended really, voice raspy with the effort of speaking around your cock.
There’s no argument to make, not when you’re too busy taking in the sight of your cock disappearing back into her mouth. She’s impatient now, not letting up, not even for air; just taking you in deep, deep, so deep she’s trying to swallow you whole.
You’re sliding down, down her throat, and she’s got you; this suction around you that holds you there and it’s a sheer miracle that haven't completely dissolved inside her. Your hips are thrusting forward of their own accord, your hand still in her hair, but not pulling anymore. Just holding on.
The world narrows down to just the two of you, the gym spins around you; the lights, the equipment, everything blurs into a sea of white noise, and all that remains is the wet sound of her mouth and the hotness of her throat, the fistfuls of her blonde hair, her eyes, these pretty drops of chocolate brown; and it’s all building and building and tightening and tightening, until—
"Stop."
It’s a pain to say, but necessary; if you still want a fighting chance to make it out of this with at least some of your dignity intact.
A gentle tug of her hair has your cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pout; leaving the warmth of her lips for the sudden chill of the gym’s regulated air. Bae looks up at you, panting, lips swollen and shiny, drops of you smeared from your base to her chin.
“Something wrong?”
A pause until the room stops spinning, so you can collect yourself and wonder why you’re even here. “I need—" you start, but the words catch in your throat. What do you need? To not fuck your client? To try to keep your job? Or to hear her scream your name, have her beg and beg and beg, drill her into every surface possible—every bench, rack, wall, fuck even the elliptical if she’s game.
Coherence comes and goes, and Bae remains seated on her heels, supplying her own suggestions. “Need to stretch me out? Make me really sweat?”
"Still with that?"
"Tired of the wordplay?" She laughs, and you can't even be mad—you're the one who gave her the opening.
"What do you think?"
Bae takes her sweet time looking you up and down, greed in her gaze, as she takes in you; straining from the effort of holding back. From your chest, down your stomach, landing on your cock, still painfully standing at attention.
"I think," she says, drawing out that word, sliding it over her tongue like a piece of candy, "That I regret not asking you to send me any photos back."
That brings a smile to your face; and it’s enough to clear the fog from your head. You steel your resolve, give her the one thing she’s been craving, from the moment she saw you walk in:
A firm order: “Stand up. Take those shorts off before I rip them off myself.”
You give her room to lift herself off the bench, legs unfurling one at a time and stretching beneath her. She wiggles her hips in this dance as she kicks off her sneakers and shimmies out of her shorts; the nylon clinging to her skin before it’s peeled away to reveal… nothing.
Just her bare, naked flesh—pink and perfect.
Tearing away from her momentarily, from the living canvas of long legs and naked anticipation, ignoring the fucking twirl she does for you, because yeah, she’s fully, adorably aware of just how insanely, lights-out good she looks.
You turn to the bench, kick up the backrest from a flat to an incline; doing your best to pay no mind to Bae, waiting. Rather impatiently, bouncing restlessly on the balls of her feet. The teacher’s pet, so needy for a morsel of attention.
Back to her, unable to suppress the smirk spreading across your face as you take a seat. “Squats.”
Her face. The amusement, the excitement, the acknowledgment that you’re now completely on board with this derailment of a training session—it's all there, painted across Bae's features in glorious, full-colour high definition.
She takes a step forward, sauntering over, one hand sliding down to trace over her mound, to tease herself; tease you. And when she’s close enough, she swings her legs over your thighs, straddling your waist, taking hold of your shoulders and bracing herself against you.
Dripping already, cunt barely kissing the tip of your cock, the heat of it all; it’s a living, breathing entity in the room—thick, heavy, making the air feel charged.
And then, without another word, she sinks down.
A long, hot breath from Bae's mouth: “Fuuuck me.”
Slow, delicious torture has you groaning, has her biting down on her lip. The way she takes you in, the way you push into her, inch by inch—feeling every little twitch of her walls, every throb of your cock; it’s all just so fucking perfect.
“Good girl,” you find yourself saying when she bottoms out, when your cock completes her, turns her into something beautifully obscene.
“God, you’re just so,” she starts with, but the words get lost somewhere between the shallow gasps and harsh breaths that follows.
She’s staring at you, deep into you, and there’s this satisfied grin playing at the corners of her mouth that makes you want to do everything she hasn’t had the breath to ask for.
"Thank you," she manages instead.
And then she’s moving. Slowly, so goddamn slow, taking her time to feel every ridge, every vein; making sure she’s got you all to herself. Her chest heaves up and down, her tits bounce dangerously close to your lips. You spy past her, enamoured with her reflection, how her back flexes and tenses, how her spine curves with each descent, how her ass cheeks clench each time you fill her whole.
It’s these tight little squats, this wonderful rhythm she’s setting, these squeezes of her pussy around you, the juices of her cunt slapping against your thighs as she bounces.
“Creaming everywhere, so fucking messy.” You’re taking stock of her; of this mess she’s leaving, all over herself, all over you, all over the bench and down to the ground. You can’t even be mad because, “It’s a good look on you, Bae.”
From a distance she’d be the purest depiction of innocence; the sweetest angel, the kind that would be painted on stained glass and prayed to by the masses.
But here, up close, biting down on your shoulder, devouring your cock with her cunt, moaning in your ear things that would make the Old Testament blush; she’s fucking pornographic.
Yet, she says, “Sir, I can’t handle this—”
You pause, holding her by the hips, eliciting this whine from her lips. “Too much?”
“No, not that, it’s—ah. It’s too slow,” Bae whines, emphasising her point by slamming her hips down onto your thighs, the slap of skin on skin bouncing off the mirrored walls. “I need it fast. And hard. Like you said, I need to sweat. It’s there—I’m right fucking there—so, can we—fuck, can we just go?”
Bae, Bae, Bae.
She makes your blood sing and your cock throb.
Makes you give it to her, just like she asked.
Fingers dig into her hips, thumbs pressed into the softness of her flesh, and you lift her slightly, only to pull her right back down. Like she asked: fast, hard, and you’re thankful you shelled out extra for benches that could take punishment.
“God—” Bae cries out, high-pitched, a scream that has her shaking; not because you’re hurting her, there’s no pain to be found here. It’s all just bliss, pure, unbridled bliss.
So, you lean in, suck one of those pretty little peaks into your mouth, swirl your tongue around, and she’s jolting, her cunt clamping down on you, so tight, so fucking tight.
Every part of her, from the top of head to the tips of her toes, is tuned to this frequency of need. Her nipples, especially so; they’re so sensitive, so attuned to your every touch. They tighten to pebbles with the slightest swipe of your tongue, when your teeth dare to graze them—any pressure from your lips and she shivers.
"That’s—fuck—that’s so much better," she’s panting, “Isn’t it, isn’t it so fucking good?”
You rumble something of an affirmative into her chest, too occupied to bother with words, too busy mapping out her chest, her breasts, that lovely dip between, with your tongue and teeth and hands.
And you’re suddenly having trouble remembering, or forgetting altogether—what was it really that was stopping you from doing this sooner? What could possibly make missing out on this, missing out on Bae’s sighs and moans, missing out on the blistering heat of her cunt and the tightness wrapped around you worth it?
Sure, you had her (had each other) in the shower—slippery, steamy, illicit—but it had been so fleeting. Just a glimpse into what had been begging to happen since she first entered your domain, all smiles and sly glances.
Now that she's in your lap, taking your cock like such a good little slut, you can’t stop the images flooding your mind, feeding your imagination with every conceivable scenario.
Tasting every inch of her, exploring every crevice with your tongue, every peak and valley with your fingers. Spending hours just learning her. In due time, in due time; not now, when she’s riding you like she’s trying to break you—or at least, break the bench.
“This, exactly this,” Bae breathes into your neck, her nails raking over your shoulder blades, leaving these angry red crescents that burn and sting. “Fuck, fuck, I want it just like this—"
Getting more erratic, louder, closer.
So, you lean back, content to let her do all the work, watch her climb that peak. You could take all the time in the world, watch her waste away the very expensive fee you’re charging her company for your time. It’s what she wants, and isn’t that how it goes—the customer is always right?
"This is exactly what I want to do, exactly what we're going to do every session from now on," Bae’s instructing, voice a whip crack in the quiet of the gym. She’s getting braver with each moan that escapes, each grind of her hips that sends you deeper. "You’re going to fuck me, hard, rough, just like you fucking promised."
You can't help but laugh, the situation absurd, the words rolling off her tongue like she’s rehearsed them. "Every session, huh?"
"Every. Single. One," she confirms, her eyes fluttering shut as she starts to bounce faster, her pussy swallowing you up in a wet, delicious rhythm. “No more hiding, no more pretending. Just me, you, and this gym, as much as we need, whenever we want. Fuck, doesn't even have to be scheduled, I'll just call you and you better be here ready to fuck my brains out."
"Alright, Bae," you grit out, something inside you tightening at the thought of her calling you, begging for it like she is now, "If that's what you want, that's what you'll get."
It’s a contract, signed and sealed with the slickness of her cunt, the heat of your skin, the promise in her eyes that she’ll be good, so good for you—or at least, good enough to get more of this.
"But remember," you say, unlatching yourself from her tits, making sure to catch her eyes. "I don't do easy. You want this, you're going to work for it."
Bae bites her lips, “Yes. God yes.”
You correct her. “Yes, who?”
“Yes,” Bae grins, “sir.”
Something shifts; the dynamic swinging for the first time in your direction, and it’s clear now. Clear to you, to her, that from now on as long as you’re taking her—pushing her—to that precipice, you’re the one calling the shots.
So, you guide her, guide her hips with your hands; setting a new pace. One that’s demanding, borderline violent, that has her chanting—“yes, yes, yes”—the syllables falling from her lips like sweet little prayers to some depraved deity.
She’s coming apart, leaving herself so vulnerable and bare, like she'd just die on top of you if you didn't stop fucking her back to life. It’s so, so painfully lovely, you’re seeing the most beautifully crafted sculpture crumble into dust. You’re in awe of her. You’re in—
Fuck you might be falling for her.
That’s a revelation to keep tucked safely away, because you couldn’t think of a less appropriate time for confessions. No, now’s the time for grunts and groans, for the sound of her wetness and the smack of her ass colliding with your thighs.
"Am I good for you?" Bae mewls, "Am I good for you, sir?"
She’s so, so good. So fucking good that your answer is a knee-jerk reaction. “Fucking incredible, Bae. Such a good slut. Getting fucked like this, used. Taking it so fucking nicely.”
Red colours her cheeks as they flush at the praise, a silent plea for more. And so you give it to her, pushing harder, faster, showering her with these gems of depravity that only someone like Bae could bring to the surface.
“You’re just loving this, aren’t you? Getting so close. So desperate to give it to me,” you’re taunting, feeling her walls closing in around you, feeling her body coiling up tight. “It’s okay, let go. You can let go.”
So close to the edge she’s practically dancing on it. She’s fighting it, fighting against the wave, her cunt spasming around you, her breaths hitching and coming in these sweet desperate little pants.
You can taste it; she just needs that extra push, that hard fucking to bring her there. A demand: “Cum. Cum for me now, Bae. Show me how good you can be, show me how much you want this.”
And finally, a gasp, “Say my name. Call me by my name, please.”
A hand at the back of her neck, bringing her ear to her lips, so you can whisper the name you’re fucking her hard enough to forget. “Jinsol.”
It’s fucking immediate.
The words leave your mouth, and she shatters. Fine china thrown against a brick wall.
Waves of it hitting her, a shudder at first, then a fucking tsunami; ripping through her, stealing away any last semblance of bodily autonomy she might’ve had left and leaving her as a puddle of trembles and shivers and pure need.
You keep pumping, calling her every dirty name in your book—whore, slut, your little toy, your good girl, just Jinsol—again and again until all she knows is your voice.
Each name you give her, it’s a spark that sends her higher, makes her cum harder, and she just goes and goes and goes.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuuuck," Bae whimpers, eyes squeezed shut so tightly you can see the veins pulsing at her temples. And you keep going, you keep pushing her, because you can't get enough of this—of her, of the power she's given you, of the way she's so obviously yours in this moment.
You want to mark this occasion, leave a sign that it was real, that you really did fuck her to oblivion. It has you kissing into her neck, sucking at the pale flesh, biting down just hard enough to make her whine.
"You're mine," you burn into her, in that nook between her neck and shoulder. "You're all mine."
Ragged huffs signal the end of it, the come down from the high—but you’re hardly done with her. You can’t be—not when you’re still this hard, not when she’s still so fucking wet around you, not when you’re feeling like this, like you could drown in her without ever needing to come up for air.
"So good, so fucking good.” She collapses, her body folds into yours, and she’s giggling, all breathless and boneless.
Of course she’d be like this, over the fucking moon. She’s got what she wanted, what she needed; made you promise to keep giving it to her whenever she wanted.
She reaches for you, fingers trace the line of your job, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, smudging a bit of her own gloss there. "I knew you’d be perfect," is what she says, right before she kisses you, "Perfect for this."
The tangling of your tongues, the taste of mint and sweat, and the smiles you’re sharing against each other’s lips when you flex your cock inside her.
“I’m not done yet,” you remind her, pulling back from her kiss, pulling your bottom lip out from her teeth. “Far from it.”
“Not going to let me catch my breath?” Bae teases, acting like this isn't entirely her fault. Like she wasn't the one that pushed you this far, that dug underneath all your layers of professionalism and responsibility until she found someone that could match her appetite.
“No.”
You’re up, pushing yourself up to your feet, keeping her impaled on you, fucking her up into the air and forcing her to wrap her legs around your waist.
And then, with a strength fuelled by lust and want and a need to just fucking cum in this slut; you drop her on her feet, spin her around, and plant her hands against the mirror.
No warning, no easing her in; she’s still so wet, cunt slick and slippery. Just slide back in, slam into her from behind, watch her come apart.
It’s all in front of you, all playing out across her pretty reflection: her face twists, her tits jiggle, her abs, God how they tighten and release all at once.
Taking back a handful of her hair, yanking her head back to claim her neck; all these sweet things—"watch yourself get fucked, Bae, look how pretty you are for me.”
And she laughs, she actually laughs, because it’s all she can do when you’re gripping her hair so tight, scraping your teeth across her neck, making her feel you all thick and hard inside of her.
A hard buck of your hips sends her forward, presses her cheek to the mirror, staining the glass with the heat of her breath.
“Look,” you demand, “look how perfect you are taking my cock like this.”
She obeys; staring at herself in the mirror, watching herself get fucked, get filled, get taken. It’s just too much. She’s too much. You’re too much. This whole fucking situation is just too much.
"Fuck it's so—you're fucking me so—"
"Didn’t you say you could take it?"
Bae's response is a whine, a clench of her cunt around you. "I can, I can take it, sir," she gasps. "Whatever you have for me. But you're just too..."
You lean in, eager to hear her confession. "Too what?"
"Too much! Too big, too good, too everything."
A fucking compliment and a challenge all rolled into one. "Is that so?"
"Y-Yes—I’m just so—just need you to—please fucking cum," she groans, barely audible over the wet sounds of your bodies slapping together. "Do whatever you want to it, to me, to my pussy, please, just please, please, please."
You're breaking her, turning her into this teary mess of moans and whimpers, tapping into something innate inside her, something that wants to be bent to your will, to be used by you, to be treated like the slut she craves to be in this moment.
And fuck, it’s addictive.
"You're going to scream my name.” You’re telling her, telling her how the rest of this situation, how the rest of your entire relationship is going to play out. "You're going to cum all over my cock again, and then you're going to tell me how much you love it."
"I will, sir," she nods furiously to you, to herself in the mirror, "I'll do anything you say."
You just can't wipe the grin off your face.
Thrusting into her, fucking her like you've never fucked anyone before. Like you own her, like she's nothing more than your toy to play with—to use and abuse and enjoy.
She’s screaming your name—no, not your name—“sir, sir, sir, fuck me, sir”—and—“more, sir, please, pretty please.”
More for her—a hard smack to her ass that makes her jump, makes her eyes water. But it also has her push back against you, fucking you back, more frantic than ever. A second smack cracking through the gym, and already there’s red blooming on her skin, marring the perfect pale flesh.
"Sir, please," she cries out, her voice high and tight. "More, more, more."
You oblige, your hand coming down again and again, painting her ass with the sting of your palm. Each smack has her pussy clenching around you, her lips begging for more.
"I love this," she admits, shakily. "I love it."
You slap her again, and again, and again—each hit punctuating her moans. "Say it," you demand. "Say it louder."
"I love it, sir," she cries, the filthy fucking admission bouncing off the walls. "I love it, I love it, I love it!"
Her orgasm builds again, her body tightening around you, a vice. The tension in the air is suffocating, you’re fucking in for it now, dooming yourself to this delicious cycle of sin with every thrust.
Bae, your Bae, all pure white and angry red now, the beauty still standing despite your best efforts to bring it to ruin.
She's there, and you're done waiting.
"Now."
It's that fucking easy.
That's what you think as you watch Bae unravel all over again, all over you; slipping into that sweet, sweet oblivion that you’ve coaxed out of her.
"God, sir, fuck!"
Hammering into her, fucking her apart; through the pain, through the ruinous pleasure, pressing her up against the mirror, squishing her tits into the cold glass.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, sir, fucking me so good, making such a mess, you’re—" But that sentence dies before it even can get started, and all that tumbles out of her mouth is, “fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—”
She’s fucking gone.
Bae crumbles against the mirror, and you fall into her, keeping your body glued to her back. The clenching, the shivering, the twitches and the gasps; the patchwork of bruises and bites and crimson you’ve left all over her.
You follow.
Something dark, a guttural grunt, and you pull out of her, this sloshing noise from her cunt as you do.
Without your cock Bae just falls to the ground, bracing herself against the wall while she gathers herself—twists her body into something beautiful.
Before you can even process what she’s doing, what’s happening at your feet, she’s in position; that pose again. And you realise what it was: the kneeling, the hands behind the back, the tits out, mouth wide open, tongue waiting.
A preview. A promise. An invitation.
“Sir, your cum, if you please—"
A sledgehammer to your fucking soul—that's what it feels like when you finish.
One, two, three pumps of your cock and your vision goes white, like someone's shone a fucking flashlight right into your eyes, and the only thing you have left is the intense, throbbing release all over Bae.
Ropes of it spurt from your cock, painting her face with thick, white streaks. There’s more sirs, more thank yous and pleases and fucks, (you swear you catch a daddy in there as it hits her); but she doesn't flinch—no, she opens her mouth wider, needy for every drop.
The first shot hits her square in the forehead, sliding down the bridge of her nose and into the waiting cavern of her mouth.
Another shot goes wide, spattering across that dark freckle on her cheek. Another hits her chin, another ruins her hair, the last sprays over her tits; all these shots just covering her, turning this fucking idol into your personal cumslut.
“God, yes, sir,” she slurs through the cum, earning every single drop, “I’m just covered in it. So, fucking much. It’s so good.”
A stumble back on your feet, a step away to assess the damage as you slowly stop pumping your cock. Bae on her knees before you, just drenched with your cum. Bae your client, if she still can be called that anymore.
What else could she be? Your lover, your sub, your obsession, your… what? You’re not quite sure what to call it, call her, other than a big fucking mess.
But, as you watch her happily lick your cum off her own skin, you can’t resist giving a final instruction. “Swallow.”
“Yes, sir.”
You are so, so fucked.
Bae, sweet and obedient, takes her finger, scooping up every trace of you from her cheek, her tits, all along the ridges of her abs. All this hot, hot white you’ve expended on her, marked and branded her with.
It all happens in slow motion; she laps it up, paints it over her lips, pushes it into her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, presenting it to you in one big sticky glob, making sure you're seeing nothing but her be such a good girl for you.
And down her throat it goes.
"Good enough, sir?"
You lean down, wipe the last drop off her temple with your thumb. She opens her mouth, helps you push it in, sucks on it greedily as if it’s the last taste of you she’ll ever get.
There’s a thought to give her more, to fill her mouth until she’s addicted to your flavour. But you don’t—not yet.
You must save some things for later.
Bae’s content to stay there, kneeling, cheek resting your thigh, utterly cum-drenched; fingers idly dancing along your softening cock, toying with the last few drops of cum that still cling to your shaft.
You break the silence with a sigh. “Guess I should get used to this, huh?”
Bae sings, “Every single session.”
“Christ.”
That draws a chuckle from her, and you shoot her a warning look as she dares to kiss your cock once more. “Care to show me how the shower works again?”
You roll your eyes.
“I mean, only if we have the time.”
At this point, you’d give her your every waking hour if you could. A glance at the digital clock on the wall has you guesstimating—"It'll be a squeeze."
Bae, never to miss an opportunity, “Isn’t that how you like me?”
“I thought we were going to stop with the wordplay."
"Can't help it, sir." Bae's arms snake around your leg, sidling just that inch closer. "You just bring it out of me."
"Ah, so it's my fault."
"Of course. This whole thing is your fault," she tells you, donning the expression of a saint; all wide-eyes and sweet smiles. "You just had to make me yours."
"Mine?"
"From now on, yes."
“In that case—” You bend down, lifting Bae up, hoisting her up in your arms as easily as any other weight in the gym. She giggles into your neck, her body fitting into yours like you've been doing this for years. The warmth of her, the press of her breasts into your chest, her legs looping around your waist—it’s all so natural. “While we still have some time left.”
“Before your next client?” She asks, oh-so-innocently, like she isn't prying, isn't trying to make a home for herself in the remaining hours of your day.
“Sullyoon.”
“Oh,” Bae says once, processing, and then again, “Ohhh.”
You blink, trying to keep up with wherever her mind is racing to next. “What?”
The smile that widens on her face is going to haunt you, you can tell. “Oh, nothing,” she says, but she’s got a secret she’s just dying to share.
But she won’t, not yet.
Bae’s fingers trace a pattern down the centre of your chest, playing over your sternum, circling your navel, and then—there’s that smugness again—heading south. “I was just thinking I might stick around for your next session.”
It’s a declaration, not a question. The way she says it, so casual, so flippant, it’s like she’s talking about sticking around to watch a movie, not grossly overstepping even more lines before you get a chance to redraw them.
And then you're back at square one.
“Just to make sure you and her keep things strictly professional."