author's note : guess who's back LMAOO. this is incest again, have fun reading but i don't remember writing it. so if it seems diff or off, that's because i probably wrote this in a bad state, but anyways, enjoy.
ANOTHER WARNING. THIS CONTAINS INCEST.
The quiet hum of the air conditioner barely cut through the heavy Seoul humidity clinging to your skin. The digital clock on the kitchen microwave glowed 3:47 PM. Too early for your parents to be home from the sushi restaurant, their familiar clatter of keys and weary sighs still hours away. The scent of last night’s kimchi stew, faint but persistent, hung in the air. You were sprawled on the worn sofa, a half-eaten bag of chips beside you, the drone of a video game your only company. The silence of the house, usually a comfort, now felt like a vast, echoing space.
Then, the front door clicked. Not the usual jingle of your mother's keys, nor your father’s heavy footfall. A lighter touch, almost hesitant. Your head snapped up, a chip halfway to your mouth. The front door swung inward, revealing a silhouette against the bright afternoon sun. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.
Kim Dayeon.
She stood there, a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder, her bobbed hair a sleek, dark frame around her face. Her eyes, usually sparkling with an almost aggressive cheerfulness on stage, now held a different glint, something softer, yet undeniably potent. A loose white t-shirt, impossibly thin, draped over her small frame, hinting at the curve of her perky tits, and denim shorts rode high on her thighs. The air in the room thickened, suddenly charged. You swallowed, the half-chewed chip turning to sawdust in your mouth.
“Y/N-ah.” Her voice, a low murmur, was a stark contrast to the bright, energetic shouts you were used to hearing from her. It curled around you, a silken thread, pulling you taut. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips.
You scrambled to your feet, kicking over the chips bag with a loud rustle. “Noona? What… what are you doing here? I thought you were… busy.” The words stumbled out, awkward and clumsy, just like you. Your cheeks flushed, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the summer heat.
She stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her, sealing you both in. The light from the hallway, now muted, cast long shadows that danced around her. Her gaze, steady and unwavering, swept over you, lingering for a moment on your chest, then dropping lower, a slow, deliberate journey that made your skin prickle.
“A break,” she said, her voice still that low, dangerous hum. She dropped her duffel bag with a soft thud by the shoe rack, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet. She walked past you, her hip brushing against your arm, a spark of electricity jolting through you. The scent of her, something floral and subtly sweet, wrapped around you, intoxicating. She moved with a fluid grace, a dancer even in casual clothes, her movements precise and economical. She went straight to the kitchen, opening the fridge.
You stood rooted to the spot, watching her every move. Your sister, the idol, the confident performer, was here, in your house, in this intimate, unexpected way. Your mind raced, trying to grasp the sudden shift in atmosphere. This wasn’t the playful, teasing Dayeon you knew from family gatherings, nor the fierce, polished idol Dayeon. This was something else entirely.
She pulled out a bottle of water, twisted the cap, and took a long, slow swallow, her throat working. Her eyes, still on you, never left your face. “Mom and Dad aren’t home, are they?” she asked, a rhetorical question. She already knew.
You shook your head, the motion stiff. “No. At the restaurant.”
She finished the water, the bottle now half-empty. She leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed, her t-shirt stretching taut across her chest, emphasizing the delectable roundness of her perky tits. The fabric clung to her, a second skin. Her gaze had sharpened, the playful glint replaced by something predatory, a hungry intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.
“Good,” she murmured, the single word dripping with unspoken meaning. Her eyes, dark and deep, bore into yours, stripping away your composure, your awkwardness, everything. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face, a smile that promised both danger and delight.
The air thrummed with an unspoken tension, thick and heavy. You felt a primal heat begin to coil in your gut, a low, insistent throb. Your dick, already stirring, began to swell, a shameful, undeniable response. You tried to look away, but her eyes held you captive, a magnetic force.
“You’ve grown,” she said, her voice dropping another octave, a husky whisper. Her eyes raked over your body again, slower this time, more deliberate, lingering on your groin. You felt the blood rush to your face, a furious blush.
“Noona, what are you…?” You trailed off, unable to articulate the question, unable to voice the sudden, terrifying understanding that was dawning on you.
She pushed off the counter, moving towards you with a languid grace. Each step was a deliberate provocation, a slow tightening of an invisible noose around your senses. The scent of her grew stronger, sweeter, almost dizzying. She stopped inches from you, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from her body. Her eyes, dark pools of desire, locked onto yours.
“Don’t you miss me, Y/N-ah?” she whispered, her voice a soft caress against your ear. Her hand, cool and delicate, reached out, her fingertips tracing the line of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. Her touch was feather-light, yet it felt like a brand, searing your skin.
Your breath hitched. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming her name.
Her fingers slid down your neck, over your collarbone, then dipped beneath the collar of your t-shirt, her nails lightly scraping your skin. A gasp escaped your lips. “Noona, we… we shouldn’t.” The words were weak, a pathetic protest against the surging tide of desire.
She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through your chest. “Shouldn’t we?” Her eyes, now gleaming with a fierce, untamed hunger, challenged you. Her hand moved lower, her palm pressing flat against your chest, feeling the frantic beat of your heart beneath her touch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your earlobe, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through you. “I think we should.”
Her other hand, bold and unhesitating, snaked down your torso, her fingers brushing against the hardened bulge pressing against your jeans. Your breath left you in a ragged gasp. Your dick, already aching, pulsed under her touch, straining against the denim.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes still locked on yours, a triumphant glint in their depths. “See? You want it too, don’t you?”
You couldn’t deny it. The raw, desperate hunger in your gut, the throbbing ache between your legs, the way your body was responding to her, all screamed yes. Your silence was your answer.
A slow, sensual smile spread across her face, a smile that promised delicious sin. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt, her movements deliberate, teasing. With a swift, fluid motion, she pulled it up and over her head, revealing her perky tits, unencumbered by a bra. They rose and fell with her quickened breath, their nipples, small and dark, already puckered and hard. The sight was intoxicating, a vision of forbidden beauty that stole your breath.
Your eyes devoured her, tracing the delicate curve of her ribs, the soft swell of her stomach, the tempting roundness of her breasts. A wave of heat washed over you, a sudden, dizzying rush.
“Like what you see, little brother?” Her voice was a purr, laced with a wicked satisfaction. She moved closer, her bare skin, warm and soft, pressing against your chest. The contact was electric, a jolt that went straight to your core.
You reached out, your hands trembling, and cupped her perky tits, the soft weight of them filling your palms. Her skin was incredibly smooth, warm, and pliant. You kneaded them gently, your thumbs brushing against her nipples, which instantly hardened further, like tiny pebbles. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a sound of pure pleasure.
“Ah, there it is,” she whispered, her head tilting back, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “That’s it, Y/N-ah. Don’t be shy.”
Emboldened by her response, you leaned down, your lips finding one of her nipples. You sucked gently, feeling the tight bud expand in your mouth, the delicate skin tasting faintly of salt and her unique scent. A soft moan rumbled in her throat, and she arched into you, pressing her body even closer. Her hands found your hair, tangling in the strands, pulling your head closer to her chest.
You suckled harder, drawing her nipple deep into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, teasing, tormenting. Her other tit, neglected, ached for your attention, its nipple standing at attention. You moved between them, lavishing each with equal devotion, suckling and licking, feeling the exquisite tension build in her body. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, a delicious symphony that ignited a primal fire within you.
Her fingers, still tangled in your hair, now pulled, guiding your mouth lower, to her neck, her collarbone. You trailed kisses down her skin, tasting the subtle sweetness, the intoxicating warmth. Your hands, still cupping her tits, kneaded them with more urgency, your fingers brushing against the sensitive skin, drawing soft whimpers from her.
She pulled back, her eyes hazy with desire. “Enough of that,” she breathed, her voice thick. Her hands went to the waistband of your jeans, her fingers fumbling with the button, then the zipper. The sound of the metal teeth unzipping was shockingly loud in the quiet house, a herald of what was to come.
Your dick, already painfully hard, sprang free, straining against your boxers. She gasped, her eyes widening slightly as they took in the sight of you. A small, satisfied smirk played on her lips. “Well, you certainly weren’t lying about that, were you?” she murmured, her gaze raking over your length.
She reached out, her fingers closing around your shaft, her touch surprisingly firm. You gasped, your hips instinctively bucking into her hand. Her thumb stroked the head of your dick, eliciting a low groan from your throat. She squeezed gently, then slid her hand down the length, cupping your balls, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin.
“So big,” she whispered, her voice husky with lust. “So hard.”
She pulled you towards the living room, her grip on your cock firm, leading you like a prize. The sofa, where you had been idly playing games moments ago, now seemed to beckon, a stage for the unfolding drama. You stumbled after her, your mind a whirlwind of sensation, your body aching for release.
She pushed you down onto the sofa, your back sinking into the cushions. Before you could even register the change, she was straddling you, her denim shorts still on. The rough fabric pressed against your already sensitive dick, a delicious torture. Her perky tits, now inches from your face, bounced with her movements, the nipples beckoning.
“I want you inside me, Y/N-ah,” she said, her voice raw with demand. Her hips began to grind against your clothed dick, a slow, sensual rhythm that made you arch your back, desperate for more.
You fumbled with the button of her shorts, your fingers clumsy with urgency. She laughed, a short, sharp sound of amusement, and pushed your hands away. With a practiced flick of her wrist, she unbuttoned her shorts, then unzipped them, pushing them down her thighs. Her panties, small and lacy, were already damp, clinging to the dark patch of hair beneath. The scent of her, musky and sweet, intensified, wrapping around you, drowning your senses.
Her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, met yours. “No protection,” she stated, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “I want to feel you, all of you.”
Your breath caught in your throat. The implication hung heavy in the air, a thrilling, terrifying promise. You nodded, unable to speak, your body already screaming its assent.
She reached down, her fingers deftly hooking into the waistband of your boxers, pulling them down past your hips. Your dick sprang free, fully erect and throbbing, standing proudly between your legs. She gazed at it for a moment, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
Then, with a deliberate slowness that bordered on cruelty, she reached between her legs, her fingers spreading the wet folds of her pussy, revealing the dark, glistening slit beneath. Your eyes widened, captivated by the sight. Her clit, a small, swollen pearl, peeked out from its hood, glistening with her wetness.
She guided your dick, hot and hard, to the entrance of her pussy. The head of your cock pressed against her wet folds, sending a jolt of pure ecstasy through you. A soft whimper escaped her lips. She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours, her breath hot against your skin.
“Come inside me, Y/N-ah,” she whispered, her voice a plea, a command.
You pushed up, your hips bucking, and felt the incredible sensation of your dick sliding into her. The entrance was tight, unbelievably warm and wet, gripping you like a silken glove. You pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, feeling the exquisite friction, the soft yielding of her flesh around you. A gasp tore from your throat as you finally buried yourself to the hilt, your balls slapping against her ass with a soft thwack.
She let out a long, shuddering moan, her body arching into yours, her perky tits pressing against your chest. Her arms wrapped around your neck, her fingers digging into your shoulders. “Oh, God, yes,” she breathed, her voice ragged with pleasure.
She began to move, a slow, deliberate grind that sent waves of pure sensation through you. Her hips rotated, milking your dick, drawing out long, delicious moans. The sounds of your bodies meeting, the wet shlicking of your cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the soft squelching of her wetness, the faint sound of air being pushed out with each thrust—filled the silent house, a symphony of raw lust.
You gripped her ass, your fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her down harder onto your cock. She gasped, her head falling back, her bobbed hair brushing against the sofa cushions. Her pussy, unbelievably tight, squeezed around you with every movement, threatening to push you over the edge.
“Faster,” she gasped, her voice thick with desire. “Fuck me, Y/N-ah. Fuck me hard.”
You obeyed, your hips bucking upwards, thrusting into her with a primal urgency. She met your every thrust, riding you with an insatiable hunger, her body a blur of motion above you. Her perky tits bounced wildly with each impact, her nipples, dark and hard, tempting you. You buried your face in her neck, tasting the salty sweat that had begun to bead on her skin, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to consume you. Your vision blurred, your mind emptied of everything but the feel of her, the sound of her moans, the relentless rhythm of your bodies. You felt the familiar pressure building in your balls, a sure sign of impending release.
“I’m going to cum, noona,” you gasped, the words ripped from your throat.
She laughed, a wild, untamed sound. “Good! Cum inside me, Y/N-ah! Fill me up!” She rode you harder, faster, her pussy clenching around your dick, milking every last drop of pleasure.
With a guttural roar, you exploded inside her, a torrent of hot, thick cum flooding her pussy. Your hips convulsed, pumping wave after wave of your seed deep within her. Her pussy spasmed around your dick, squeezing, pulling, milking every last drop from you. You groaned, your body going limp, utterly spent.
But Dayeon didn’t stop. Even as your cum pulsed inside her, warming her core, she continued to ride you, her hips still grinding, her pussy still contracting around your now softening dick. The friction, even with your spent cock, was still intensely pleasurable, a strange, lingering sensation that kept you tethered to the edge.
“Oh, Y/N-ah,” she purred, her voice a low growl of satisfaction. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. “That was just the beginning.”
You lay there, panting, your body trembling, a mixture of exhaustion and lingering arousal coursing through you. Your dick, though softened, still felt strangely alive inside her. She lifted herself slightly, her pussy still impaling you, and looked down at your face, her eyes alight with a mischievous, almost wicked gleam.
“You’re not done yet, little brother,” she said, her voice laced with a playful menace. She began to ride you again, a slow, deliberate rotation of her hips, her pussy squeezing and releasing your dick, coaxing it back to life.
You groaned, a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. “Noona… I just… I just came.”
She chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. “I know. And you’re going to cum again. And again.” She leaned down, her lips capturing yours in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue, hot and insistent, plunged into your mouth, swirling with yours, tasting of your cum, of her own aroused musk. You kissed her back, your mind reeling, your body already beginning to respond to her relentless ministrations.
She broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips for a moment before snapping. Her eyes, dark and intense, held yours. “I want to feel every drop of you, Y/N-ah. I want to be filled with you.”
She pulled herself up, her pussy still tightly impaling your dick, and pivoted, turning so she was facing away from you, her back to your chest. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her forearms, her perky tits swaying with the movement. Your dick, still inside her, now pressed against her cervix, a new, deeper sensation.
“Pull me closer,” she commanded, her voice a low whisper.
You wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her back against you, your chest pressed against her bare back. Your hands found her perky tits, cupping them, your thumbs teasing her hard nipples. She groaned, arching her back into your touch.
She began to rock, a slow, sensual grind that pushed your dick deeper into her, then pulled it back, teasing the head. The sensation was exquisite, a relentless torture that built the pressure in your already sensitive dick. The wet shlicking sounds intensified, a constant reminder of your bodies joined.
“Oh, God, noona,” you gasped, your voice thick with renewed desire. Your dick, against all odds, was beginning to harden again, responding to her masterful control.
She laughed, a triumphant sound. “That’s it. Don’t fight it, Y/N-ah. Just let go.”
She continued to ride you from behind, her ass grinding against your pelvis, her perky tits swaying as you kneaded them. The relentless friction, the constant pressure, the feeling of your cum still mixing with her wetness inside her, was driving you to the brink again. You felt the familiar, delicious ache building, stronger this time, more urgent.
“I’m going to cum again, noona…” you choked out, your voice raw.
“Good,” she purred, her voice laced with a wicked satisfaction. “Cum for me, little brother. Fill me up again.”
And you did. With a guttural cry, you emptied yourself into her once more, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Another torrent of hot cum flooded her, filling her to the brim. You collapsed against her back, panting, utterly spent, your dick throbbing.
She didn’t stop. Even as your body trembled with the aftershocks of your second orgasm, she continued to ride you, her hips still grinding, her pussy still milking your now-softening dick. The sensation was surreal, almost painful in its intensity. Your dick, numb and raw, still felt her movements, her relentless friction.
She turned to face you again, straddling your lap, her eyes gleaming with an almost manic energy. Your cum, a sticky sheen, coated your dick and the entrance of her pussy. She reached down, her fingers scooping up some of your cum from her wetness and smeared it across her perky tits, then across your chest.
“My cum, all over me,” she whispered, her eyes burning into yours. “I want to taste it.”
Before you could react, she leaned down, her lips finding your dick. Her mouth, warm and wet, enveloped your tip, and she began to suckle, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting your cum, her own wetness. You gasped, your body arching, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure shooting through you.
She sucked deeper, drawing your dick further into her mouth, her lips working expertly. She alternated between deep, slow strokes and quick, teasing flicks of her tongue, driving you wild. Your cum, still oozing from your dick, mixed with her saliva, a strange, intoxicating taste that filled your mouth as she pulled back to kiss you again, exchanging the sweet, salty liquid between you.
“Now for the back door,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. She pulled herself off your lap, her pussy making a soft schlorp sound as your dick slid out, leaving an aching emptiness.
You watched, mesmerized, as she turned and knelt on the sofa, her ass facing you, her back arched. Her denim shorts, now discarded, lay in a heap on the floor. Her ass, round and firm, was a tempting sight. She spread her cheeks with her hands, revealing the tight, puckered bud of her asshole, glistening and inviting.
“Come here, Y/N-ah,” she commanded, her voice firm. “I want you in my ass.”
You crawled forward, your dick, miraculously, beginning to stir again, despite the numbness that was starting to creep in. The sheer audacity of her, the raw, dominant desire, was intoxicating. You positioned yourself behind her, your hard dick pressing against her asshole.
“Slowly,” she instructed, her voice tight with anticipation. “It’s tight.”
You pushed gently, the head of your dick pressing against the tight ring. She gasped, her body tensing. You pushed a little harder, feeling the resistance, then the slow, agonizing stretch as you began to penetrate her. The sensation was intense, a different kind of tightness, a deeper, more profound grip than her pussy.
She whimpered, digging her fingers into the sofa cushions. “Ah, there it is. Keep going.”
You drove into her, inch by agonizing inch, feeling the incredibly tight embrace of her asshole around your dick. The friction was immense, almost painful, yet exquisitely pleasurable. A guttural groan tore from your throat as you finally buried yourself to the hilt, your balls slapping against her ass.
She let out a long, shuddering moan, her body trembling beneath you. “Oh, God, Y/N-ah. That’s… that’s incredible.”
You began to thrust, a slow, deliberate rhythm, feeling her tight asshole clench and release around your dick with each movement. The sounds of your bodies were different now, a deeper, more resonant thwock as your hips connected with her ass, the wet squelch of your dick sliding in and out.
“Faster,” she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. “Fuck my ass, Y/N-ah. Fuck me hard.”
You picked up the pace, thrusting into her with a fierce urgency. Her ass cheeks jiggled with each impact, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Your dick, raw and sensitive, felt like it was being squeezed dry, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to stop. You felt the familiar build-up, the relentless pressure in your balls, a third orgasm looming.
“I’m going to cum again,” you choked out, your voice hoarse.
“Yes! Cum in my ass, Y/N-ah! Fill me with your cum!” she screamed, her voice raw with ecstasy.
With a primal roar, you emptied yourself into her a third time, a torrent of hot, thick cum flooding her asshole. Your body convulsed, your hips pumping until you were utterly drained, your dick throbbing, raw, and almost numb. You collapsed against her back, panting, your muscles screaming in protest.
But Dayeon, relentless, didn’t stop. Even as your cum pulsed inside her, warming her from the inside, she began to move again, her hips grinding, her ass still clenching around your now-softening dick. The friction, even with your spent cock, was a strange, almost painful pleasure.
She turned her head, her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, meeting yours over her shoulder. A wicked smile played on her lips, smeared with a faint sheen of your cum and her own juices.
“We’re not done yet, little brother,” she purred, her voice a low, dangerous growl. She pulled herself off your lap, her asshole making a soft, wet sound as your dick slid out.
She sat up, facing you, her legs spread wide, her pussy, still glistening with your cum, now exposed. She reached between her legs, scooping up a generous amount of your cum and her own wetness. She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting it, her eyes never leaving yours.
“Delicious,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to clean her fingers. “Now, your turn.”
Before you could react, she leaned forward, her mouth open, and captured your dick. Her lips, soft and wet, closed around your shaft, and she began to suck, her tongue swirling around the head, cleaning off the remnants of your cum. She worked your dick with an expert rhythm, her throat bobbing as she took you deeper.
You groaned, your body arching, a fresh wave of arousal washing over you despite the raw exhaustion. Your dick, miraculously, began to harden again, a testament to her absolute dominance and your body’s insatiable response to her.
She pulled back, her mouth wet with your cum and her saliva, a string of liquid connecting her lips to the tip of your dick. She then smeared her cum-laced saliva across your perky tits, then across your chest, her fingers painting you with your own seed.
“I want you to cum on my tits,” she commanded, her voice firm. “All over them. Make a mess.”
She lay back on the sofa, her legs still spread, her perky tits, already sticky with your cum, now presented to you. Her nipples, dark and engorged, beckoned. You leaned over her, your dick throbbing, and began to stroke yourself, your eyes locked on hers.
The sight of her, spread out beneath you, covered in your cum, her eyes burning with insatiable desire, was too much. The relentless stimulation, the constant abuse of your dick, had pushed you to your limit. Your body, raw and exhausted, still responded to her every whim.
With a final, desperate gasp, you erupted again, a fourth torrent of hot cum spraying across her perky tits, coating them in a thick, white sheen. Some of it splattered on her face, on her bobbed hair, on her stomach. You collapsed onto her, panting, your dick twitching, utterly drained.
She laughed, a wild, joyful sound, her body shaking beneath yours. “Oh, Y/N-ah,” she purred, her fingers tracing patterns in the cum on her tits. “Look at the mess you made.”
You lay there, your body trembling, your dick feeling like a raw, numb piece of flesh. You couldn’t feel it anymore, not really. It was just an aching, throbbing void. You thought it was over. You had come four times, in her pussy twice, in her ass, and all over her tits. Your body had nothing left.
But Dayeon, ever the dominant, had other plans.
She shifted beneath you, her hips beginning to grind again, her cum-slicked pussy pressing against your numb dick. She wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you tighter against her. Her eyes, still burning with an unholy lust, met yours.
“You think it’s over?” she whispered, her voice a low, dangerous purr. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. “Oh, little brother. We’re just getting started.”
She began to ride you, a slow, relentless grind, her pussy still wet, still gripping your now-insensate dick. The wet shlicking sounds started again, a cruel rhythm that promised no end. Your body, broken and spent, still felt the ghost of pleasure, the phantom ache of her relentless embrace. She rode you, and rode you, and rode you, her eyes never leaving yours, a silent promise of endless, delicious torment.
——— END OF STORY.
pick for another one. chaehyun and dayeon have hot fits this kep1er cb
A/N: Another practice piece! This Dayeon really makes me go :dentt:. Thanks to kdollikesthighs for beta-ing again! I used capslocked's Vanity as my reference this time, so you'll find a lot of similarities between this and their work. Thanks for your support as always!
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Your relationship with Kim Dayeon has been, to say the least, strained—academic rivals and all—sticking out tongues whenever you walk past each other in the hallway, calling each other names when drunk. It has mostly been an equal fight.
This time, though, you seem to have the upper hand here.
“This–This doesn’t erase the fact that you jerk off to–ow–kpopfap GIFs!” Dayeon sneers, exclaiming as her rear is smacked.
“I only read smuts, bitch,” you growl, giving her ass another spank while burying your hard length into her pussy. Dayeon is on the majestic pose of all-fours here. Her back arches gorgeously as you’re plowing her from the back.
“Ow! That’s equally bad!”
“And you’re still letting me hit, Kim.”
“And–And you should be–” she stutters, and there’s a snark there, even if the tremble in it says otherwise, “–thankful!”
You let out a groan, both in the pleasure of fucking her and how she keeps on the seemingly endless banter. Admittedly, it’s a little entertaining.
Your cock pulses inside her as you thrust back and forth into her wanton cunt, sending jolts that light your synapses aflame. You find yourself moving faster, hitting deeper with each wet plunge, hands gripping onto her waist tighter and tighter. Dayeon wraps and grips your cock with such indescribably perfect warmth.
You cup Dayeon’s breasts between your fingers, squeezing the putty skin harshly. She seems to love it, even if the strained yelp tells another story. The sound persuades you to find her stiff nipples, rolling them between your fingertips.
“Fuck! Oh God, not my tits!” she barks, though the stutter gives away the pleasure blazing inside her.
“I’m trying to make you cum here, slut,” you shoot a bite back. The sound of flesh slapping into each other fills the room. It’s ugly. It’s obscene. It’s also fucking satisfying.
“It’s because your dick is fucking tiny, loser.”
It’s averagely sized, you’ve measured it a fair few times out of curiosity and insecurity. You don’t give her a reply, though.
Reaching forward, you find the hollow of her throat with your hands. You give her a little press on her trachea, not enough to choke her, enough to make her walls contract around your cock frantically, spilling juices all over her own bed.
Voice all breathy from the light choke, she utters, “Fuck.” The next words are less and less cohesive, curses, nonsense, god’s name (you swear that your name comes out at one point, though she’ll probably deny once the sun rises). She needs a release. She needs to cum.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum,” Dayeon cries, body writhing in your grip.
“Fucking–Fucking cum, slut,” you growl, putting more pressure on her throat. You can feel her pussy pulsing around your cock.
She can barely form a sentence in full, moans overtaking coherent words, debauched and husked as she struggles to offer a riposte, “I’m not–I’m not your slut, fucker–ah!”
Dayeon wails. Her body goes rigid, collapsing on her own bed. Juices spill onto the bed sheets, wetting them all over. They’re not yours, anyway, as if you’d care.
“Fuck!”
You continue to fuck her through her orgasm, plowing her spent cunt relentlessly. The warmth envelops you. Dizziness takes over you. You don’t know how to describe the sounds leaving your lips as the tension in your loins rises.
“Fucking slut–”
You erupt, fucking your cum into her needy cunt in ecstasy. The wet, obscene sound of your cock sliding in and out of her pussy combines with your guttural groans, echoing through the room. You take in the image of Dayeon lying on her own bed, naked, ass up in the air, taking in your essence into her womb. You feel each shock from your hips sending your hot, sticky release deep into Dayeon.
Your movement slows down, with your cock resting inside her. You drag your shaft out of her used cunt. The mixture of your juices leaks out of her wet cavern onto her own bed, making soft plops sound as the droplets make contact with the sheets. Your body then collapses beside hers as you watch her basking in the afterglow.
She sneers, voice all breathy after the scream, “This–This doesn’t mean we’re good now or anything, loser.” Her face is still buried in the pillow, struggling to prop herself back up with her weakened arms.
“Sure, sure.” You sit up to give her reddened ass cheeks another smack, making her moan feebly as you get off from the wet bed. “Fucking slut.”
