#fromis smut

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Company Policy

fromis_9 Jiheon & Jiwon & Chaeyoung x m!reader

14k words

"Brought you coffee, sir," Jiheon calls out when she pushes open your office door, getting your attention from across the room.

The sight is familiar. The sound of her heels clacking across the floor, walking slowly towards your desk. It's always that coffee in her hand, always in a white mug, always with a smile on her face when she hands it over.

"Thanks, beautiful," you respond, the scent of hazelnut in the air. Jiheon giggles, standing there in the middle of your office, as if waiting for your approval. You take a sip of the hot, dark liquid, savoring it for a moment and letting your eyes drop to her exposed legs, the stockings that make them seem endless.

Jiheon tilts her head a little, reaching to fix the bottom of her skirt. "Hope it's okay. Made it myself. With extra cream, too."

Your eyes scan over her body; the high heels, the skirt that hugs her hips so damn well, the buttons on her blouse opened more than usual.

"It's good—" you start, taking another long sip to be sure. She watches intently, eyes wide, staring while you raise the mug back to your lips. "But it's missing a little something. You know what else goes great with coffee?"

Before you can utter the last word, she's hopping up on your desk, legs wide open with the smallest tease to the panties beneath. "A little honey?"

"Exactly what I was thinking."

There's a twirl of her hair in response, smile as devilish as it always is. She's there, tempting you, as if begging you to do the inevitable. To throw your entire professionalism to the wayside, forget the world exists beyond your office.

"Ah, there you are—" a voice calls out from behind, and without even having to look, you know who is it—Jiwon is in your doorway when she glances in to find Jiheon seated on your desk. But she doesn't seem too shocked, or even surprised, walking inside and tossing a stack of folders to the desk, a thunk of the paper audible the moment they land.

Jiwon's no idiot. She's put this puzzle together long before the holidays even started, adjusting her glasses with a laugh. "Don't let me interrupt whatever is going on here. Just going to pass these along."

There's a bounce of her chest when Jiheon shifts, a hint of that red bra peeking through, and the sudden realization that she never buttons her blouse past the third button from the top.

"Nothing's going on…" Jiheon purrs, feigning innocence as best as possible. "Just brought the boss coffee like he asked me to."

Jiwon looks back and forth to each of you, that mischievous grin still present, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Riiight, and I'm just delivering paperwork. How silly of me. Anyways, I have more important work to do. So you two have fun—" she giggles, heading towards the door with a smirk that lasts even after she's disappeared into the corridor, the thud of the heavy wooden door closing behind her.

"Can't help ourselves, can we," you tease, running your hand along her thigh. It brings out a cute little whimper from her when your fingers make contact with her skin. "My little secretary is too fucking sexy for this world, aren't you?"

"Don't have a clue what you're talking about, sir," Jiheon responds, toying with one of the buttons at the front of her shirt to try and draw attention there while she shifts so her skirt rises up more, another peek of her panties evident. "I'm the definition of professional."

"Uh-huh," you sigh in return, ignoring the bait, taking another drink of coffee and returning the mug down on your desk. "I think the definition of professional is lost on you, Jiheon. I can see your panties from here a little too clearly."

"Only a little?" Jiheon asks back, running a hand through her hair and purposely lifting her skirt all the way up, so those sheer, tiny panties of hers are on full display, barely able to hide the plump lips of her pussy beneath them. "My apologies. Can't let that happen again."

It's the last string of professionalism left within the both of you, when your hands find their way beneath her skirt, gliding right up and placing a firm grip around that round ass of hers, sinking fingers into the skin you crave.

"Would hate to have to file a complaint to your supervisor, Ms. Baek," you mock, glancing at the door momentarily, fingers squeezing those cheeks hard enough to jolt her. "He might have to discipline you."

"But that would require more paperwork on your part, sir," she says, moving the contents on your desk to the side so there's no interference. "Why make yourself any busier than you have to?"

Jiheon unfastens the buttons to her blouse even more, until there's nothing left to hide her lacy lingerie or the immaculate flesh her cleavage promises. You give your coffee another taste, a final sip as you admire the sight of her perched so patiently on the surface of your desk.

"Knew there was a reason I hired you."

"Other than the charming smile, bright personality, and amazing ass?" Jiheon says, tossing her head back when your fingers slide through the fabric of her skimpy underwear.

"Those too. Also your mouth. But especially this," you say, no longer wasting time with her clothes when you yank her panties off her long legs to fling them across your office, exposing her wet cunt to the open air.

"Definitely thought the mouth is what won you over."

You nearly laugh at the audacity of the statement, planting a few kisses to the exposed flesh of her thighs, teasing closer and closer.

"As good as your blowjobs are, Jiwon nearly has you beat," you tell her, more to watch the reaction on her face rather than the actual truth. It gets an immediate, low whine out of her, a pout on her lips.

"They better not be better. I work so damn hard for you every day and Jiwon practically just sits around, pretending to write reports," Jiheon huffs, the jealousy evident.

"Don't worry," you assure her, meeting her gaze as you continue to kiss her creamy thighs, listening to the soft gasps from the anticipation. "You're the best. Believe me."

Jiheon lights up the moment the words escape, and that pout goes away as quickly as it appears once you finally dive between her legs, the sweet taste of her flooding into your mouth. Your tongue runs right up her slit, forcing another pleasured breath from her when you're quick to spread her apart, latching your lips to her pussy and exploring the beautiful taste of her folds as the wetness starts to pool.

"Oh god," Jiheon groans, breathing heavy and looking down, keeping an eye on every move you make. Her nails dig into the back of your head while you tease her, eating her out slowly, as if she'll break with any haste. When your tongue slips past her folds, circling her clit, she lets out an absolutely heavenly gasp, losing herself.

"Felt a little chilly all morning," you say between licks, placing a harsh suck against the sensitive little bud. "Glad I get my favorite pair of earmuffs to warm me right up."

"God—you're so good at that," Jiheon says, dropping back onto your desk completely, thighs clamping around your head, locking you in place when you switch from long licks to a focused assault against her clit. And the best part is those supple thighs squeezing tight, the fabric of her stockings so silky smooth against your face, trapping you there while your tongue works away.

"Been too long since I last got between your legs. Nothing better," you groan, gaze locked the entire time you eat her pussy, giving her clit the right pressure, the perfect touches to force the cute, innocent-like whimpering. And you love the sight of her, back against the desk, face growing redder with the way your mouth downright devours her perfect cunt.

"Eating me like it's the most delicious thing in the world—" Jiheon whines, her fingers slipping into your hair, her back arched so she can watch the sight of your tongue buried in her, so fucking eager to drink the sweetness between her legs. "You're too good to me, sir."

Her moans echo through the office and her wetness is already coating your lips, spreading everywhere, filling your mouth and drowning every taste bud.

"Nonsense. You deserve this, could eat you out all fucking day," you assure her as the sloppy licks increase, her fingers tugging harder at the strands of your hair when your mouth has her seeing stars.

"If you insist, sir," Jiheon gasps, grinding herself harder into your face when the wetness seeps out further, refusing to let you even breathe. "P-please let me cum all over your handsome face. God, I'm so fucking close already."

The desperate cries from your usually calm and collected secretary has you doubling your efforts. You swirl your tongue against the most sensitive areas, her thighs wrapped tight enough around your head to nearly stifle out every bit of air, suffocate under the intoxicating scent of her pussy while your lips never cease.

You keep at it, tongue right along her stiff clit, fast and determined. Those lewd whimpers intensify as you suck hard, starved for the juices that leak out and coat your chin, making her squirm on your desk enough to knock anything not securely attached off the edge.

"Don't stop," she begs, hands pressing firmly on the back of your head to bury in deeper, devour her slick pussy entirely. "P-please don't stop. Fuck—"

And Jiheon makes you all the more ravenous, body rocking, losing herself as you fulfill her need for release. You know the signs of her climax well enough by this point, when the nails dig harder into your scalp, when her cries and mewls reach the volume that tells you exactly how fucking good you are between her legs. You couldn't stop if you tried, slurps and frantic licks to drive her wild, mouth hungry to taste every drop that gushes from her pretty little cunt.

Your reward comes a mere moment later. Her back arches off the surface of your desk, your fingers wrapping around her thighs to hold her right in place, keeping that tongue on her that leaves her a dripping, quivering mess. Her body spasms in your grip, moans uncontrollable, her cries echoing through your office.

"Sir, I-I—fuck!"

Her dripping honey oozes into your mouth, filling your senses with the taste that keeps you obsessed. A torrent of wetness leaks from her while she bucks her hips into your face, no shame about how bad she wants the sensation to last forever, those pretty moans the fuel for your tongue.

Jiheon is beautiful when she cums, and you stay on her the entire time she rides it out.

Her trembling thighs squeezing hard around your head while that mess of slick juices just won't end, dripping out endlessly from her folds. Her toes curl, hands covering her mouth to keep herself quiet and not make such a mess of your office, but to no avail when they escape regardless.

Eventually, it becomes too much—a weak push against your head that prompts you to withdraw, but not without another lingering taste, an undeniable addiction to every drop. When your head lifts from between her legs and you clean her up, she's still shaking, thighs quivering as they uncoil from around the sides of your face, leaving a disappointment in their absence.

Your face feels a little sticky, the juices a delicious mixture that still coats your lips and drips from your chin, a sight that Jiheon is unable to tear her eyes away from without a giggle. But with her lying spread out, nearly naked on the desk in your office—it's a view to be savored for a moment longer, before taking a sip of coffee, appreciating the wonderful taste that now mixes together with her flavor.

"Thank you, sir," she mumbles, pushing herself up when her shaking calms, fixing her hair and taking a look at all the paperwork on the ground.

"No, thank you for bringing me coffee this morning. You were right, tastes much better after a little honey..."

Jiheon covers her mouth with a hand and soon buttons her blouse, the first sign of professionalism coming back into place. She fixes her skirt and attempts to make herself appear less disheveled, but doesn't bother finding her panties, knowing they'll only return to the floor once more.

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" Jiheon offers, heading over to the mirror she keeps in your office, fixing her hair before she makes sure everything looks neat on her, trying so very hard to maintain her usual innocent demeanor.

"Nothing pressing at the moment. Just a few meetings scheduled later. I'd like you to take notes during those," you say, finishing what remains of your coffee.

"Consider it done, sir. And I'll be sure to fetch you more coffee around then." Jiheon has a smile as she reaches up and plants a quick kiss on the corner of your lips, tasting a hint of the sweetness between her legs.

She hops off your desk, the slightest amount of mischief in her expression when she heads to the door, making sure no one is in sight before she peers out. She disappears, heels echoing down the hall until completely out of sight.

Jiwon tucks a strand of her long hair behind her ear while her fingertips fly across the keyboard, never pausing, each keystroke so precise in what she types. There's a little bounce in her seat from time-to-time, eyes locked to her computer screen, unaware that you're right beside her.

The screen changes, from her word document to some web browser, searching for who-knows-what, pulling her focus and certainly not going unnoticed when you're right there to catch her in the act.

"Budget reports look a little different these days, don't they?" you ask, leaning closer so she catches a glimpse of you from the corner of her eye. Jiwon nearly jumps, then her face goes red with embarrassment, almost looking guilty like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Sorry," Jiwon giggles, tabbing over to bring the report back on screen. "That was nothing. Wasn't looking for anything weird, I swear."

You grab the back of her chair, so you can talk right against the side of her ear. "Were you... looking for porn, Jiwon? During work hours?"

Jiwon visibly shakes, getting a laugh from you in the process. She places her hand at the back of her neck and can barely make eye contact. "No—I wasn't, of course not, that's such a silly thing to even suggest."

"Alright, good. I don't mind if you need a little distraction from time to time. But not when there are important deadlines looming," you say sternly, Jiwon nodding enthusiastically when you're so close, cheeks reddening.

Jiwon goes quiet for a moment. The slight dip of her shoulders has her leaning forward, the side of her face giving you full view. "Won't happen again, sir. Promise."

"Just stay focused. Don't want HR seeing your search history, do you?"

There's a flinch from her at the idea of someone, anyone really, discovering her little browsing habits while at work. And then her eyes are glancing to the side again, trying to disappear when there's not even an inch separating you both.

"O-of course not. Not that I have anything to hide. I just—"

"Back to work, Jiwon. No more goofing off. Got a lot of emails you haven't answered yet. When you're done with those and you've got the reports ready for my sign off, come see me," you order her, no choice in the matter when she returns a weak smile, leaning forward more as if to prove how eager to please she is.

"You got it, boss."

You walk off to leave her be, letting her have the peace and quiet required to focus. For a brief moment, there's hope you'll avoid trouble with her, but you know that's never the case. So you'll return to your office and wait, expectant for when she'll inevitably wander in.

By the end of the hour, there she is, popping into your office with a stack of papers under her arms and a cheery expression, putting those stacks aside before hopping right onto the corner of your desk. It's always her little trademark spot, perching on the wood and crossing those legs, her heels bouncing slightly against each other.

"Sorry for the delay, sir. Got those reports and emails finished."

"Jiwon—" you sigh.

"Is something wrong?" Jiwon asks. She puts on that innocent little pout, making it so damn difficult not to look her way, glasses that frame her features with just the perfect amount of sexy.

"It took you over an hour," you say, standing up from your chair and glancing at her. "I asked for those yesterday, don't think I forgot. Or were you too busy slacking off on company time to actually work on what I assign you?"

Jiwon hops down off your desk, unfazed by the attempt to reprimand her. She closes the distance, grabbing the end of your tie, batting her lashes to try and distract you. "You know I work harder than anyone else here. Was just lost in work, didn't realize the time flew by so fast..."

You rub your temples in annoyance. "You? My hardest worker? Since when?"

"It's true. That's all I hear from everyone. Jiwon—she works too hard. She's too reliable, the only one we can trust. She's—"

"A goddamn liar that's working my last fucking nerve, that's what. If you're too busy fooling around to actually get work done, then you can just show yourself out. I have a thousand other people ready to take your position at a moments notice."

Jiwon holds on to your tie, tight, when she inches close enough that you can smell her perfume, the same one she wears whenever she gets on her knees to beg. "Now, now, no need for that. I said I was sorry. That's not necessary, boss. Aren't I your favorite anyways?"

You scoff." Absolutely not. Don't flatter yourself."

Jiwon sighs, pout on her face increasing as if she can't possibly accept being denied that privilege. "I get it, boss. You're stressed. It's that time of year. You have too much on your plate, right? Financial reports, a dozen meetings a week, everyone wanting something from you or another. "Think I know how to solve that, sir…"

She begins to loosen your tie, stepping backwards towards the desk when the tension falls slack. You don't stop her, eyes remaining locked. But she's devious, mischievous to a fault. Jiwon glances to the doorway for a fleeting moment, peeking outside, hoping nobody wanders past.

"I'm stressed because of you, Jiwon. Are you kidding me? Nobody else gives me such hassle around here. Not Jiheon. Or Chaeyoung. Especially not Saerom."

There's another huff from her, a little more offended, her lips pouting even more. She can't take that, eyes looking a bit hurt before she forces a smile back. "Saerom? Does she even still work here? Haven't even seen her in like, weeks."

You laugh. "She does, because she's productive unlike a certain someone. So she gets special assignments, gets to go on business trips—gets to go see different countries. But even when she isn't, she doesn't waste my damn time like this."

"But—that's not fair," Jiwon argues, an extra sass in her tone, stepping back so far that her back is nearly pressed against your desk. "So she gets trips around the world while I sit in the office all day? Because what, she sucks a little dick and lets you pound her ass over the desk a few times?"

"No, she sits in this fucking office every day and works without the distraction, like she's paid to do, and does her goddamn job," you say, but there's an extra layer, an unexpected venom behind the words. It only serves to fluster her even more.

"Maybe Saerom doesn't get distracted the way I do," Jiwon purrs back, a hint of jealousy in her gaze while she sways back and forth a little. "Because she doesn't have her mouth occupied so often. That's probably the issue, isn't it? Boring office lady won't even wrap those pretty lips around you and suck you dry? Is that why she gets treated so much nicer than me?"

"For fucks sake," you mutter, heading towards the door to lead her out before this can spiral even further, before your other workers will get another view of her insufferable behavior. "Enough of this. Just get back to work before I fire you, dammit."

Jiwon refuses to turn, putting up a fight while you try to point her towards the exit. And eventually, those arms of hers find a home draped over your neck, keeping you close. Her smile widens and she stares up at you.

"I don't get it. I'm the only good cocksucker around this place anymore and even the best one of all doesn't get any appreciation? Sure, my work isn't always on time. But at least I turn it in, isn't that what counts?"

You hesitate. The stalling is a mistake, the pause only lasts a moment, but it's enough to give Jiwon the confirmation of the way she's pulled your attention.

"No," you say, correcting her and staring deep into her eyes when there's a lack of space between the both of you. "Jiheon is way better, and you can't compare your abilities anyway."

Jiwon gasps. She looks so offended, holding back what must be the most outrageous scowl to ever escape her pretty face.

"Her? That girl with the whole fake innocent act is supposed to be better than me? There's no fucking way—" Jiwon starts, ready to dive into an even longer tangent about how unfair it is, how Jiheon's talents pale compared to hers. But you refuse to hear the rest, the last bits of sanity slipping away before you take that step that keeps her from rambling.

"Better ass. Better legs, much bigger tits. Way better attitude," you list, Jiwon getting redder and redder with each word. "She doesn't run her fucking mouth during business hours or put off deadlines. She brings me coffee every goddamn day, on top of everything else."

"Like it's that fucking difficult to bring you some cheap coffee, come on—I can do that twice a day and suck your cock—"

"Jiwon, shut up," you growl out. "You've handed in your work. And I appreciate your efforts. Now, you can leave my sight or I swear, I'll find someone else to take your place. Let your salary and vacation privileges disappear."

"You want me to shut up?" Jiwon repeats, finally having the courtesy to lower her voice. "Oh, boss. That's all you had to ask..."

Your office goes silent for a brief moment, leaving you caught in her striking gaze.

Jiwon doesn't give you the chance to step back or break free, dropping down until her knees are against the carpet. It happens all so quickly, with the sensation of her palms rubbing through your slacks, over your cock, coaxing the inevitable erection she causes.

"Jiwon, what are you doing—"

She ignores you. "If you wanted me to shut up, then I'll shut up. Think I know a better use for my mouth. So you can get something you want. And I can get something I want..." Jiwon purrs, cupping a handful of crotch while she caresses a thigh.

Her fingers are swift, doing whatever she damn well pleases when she loosens your belt, ignoring every warning. And those eyes don't lose contact with yours for a moment, on the verge of begging as she tugs everything down, stripping you naked from the waist down.

"Jiwon, I'll ask you one more time. What the fuck are you—"

"Tired of talking, boss," Jiwon mumbles, and there's a sense of relief that comes with that. She's more possessive than usual, mouth open wide directing the swollen tip right between her soft, warm lips.

You inhale sharply. The heat of her mouth, those cheeks hollowing around you, it somehow puts you at ease immediately, any anger disappearing after she seals her lips and forces out every bit of tension within you.

Her tongue slips along the underside of your shaft, knowing exactly what you like, how it'll make your knees go weak and leave her victorious. Those beautiful eyes glance upward, your head falling back, the look on your face betraying your otherwise unwillingness to give in.

"Mmm. That's right. Just forget about any silly things I did this week. Focus on what's really important, sir."

There's no arguing. Not with Jiwon on her knees, refusing to budge no matter how stern of a glare you give, glasses perched at the bridge of her nose and her mouth more than capable of slobbering on every inch. You let that warmth surround you, the wetness of her lips and saliva spreading everywhere as her mouth slides up and down your throbbing shaft, every ounce of pleasure that leaves you as helpless as always.

She swallows the entire thing, moaning around your shaft when the drool pools around her chin. With every bob of her head, it only gets messier, more dripping out onto your floor beneath her.

"Fuck," you hiss, gripping the edge of the desk behind you for balance, keeping a hand atop her head when you can't believe how desperate to suck your cock she truly is. "God damn, Jiwon—"

Jiwon does her best to grin around you, slurping noisily at your thickness, sucking down every inch she can handle. She swallows you deeper this time, gagging just a little each time she bobs her head, gags when she stays the longest at the base of your shaft before popping off.

"By all means, sir... take over if that's what you need to do," Jiwon suggests, looking up at you through those frames, adjusting them when they slide down. But it's the playful expression that matches the lust that gets to you, her tongue finding its way right at the very tip, a slow lick against your throbbing head to tease you.

And you want to say no, want to push her away, scold her for the antics you always put up with. But you're powerless when she looks like that, knowing all your weaknesses, her pretty little mouth offered to make you forget every wrong.

Your resistance fades with a groan. All her actions catch up, the wetness from her mouth clinging everywhere to leave you with that tingle, that bliss, the warmth leaving you unable to turn the offer down.

"Fine. Fine, Jiwon. I'll be happy to. My favorite way to shut that annoying mouth of yours, after all," you grumble, grabbing both sides of of her head before thrusting forward, ramming the entirety of your cock in and past those soft fucking lips.

She wastes no time either, both hands settling atop your thighs, accepting your dominance of her mouth willingly and offering no resistance when your shaft plunges to the back of her throat. Those beautiful eyes water almost instantly, staring up while you fuck her face, Jiwon complying to every whim, without having to be guided, following every little thing you do with zero complaints.

The sounds are the best. Sloppy, sinful gagging noises escape while Jiwon lets you fuck her throat, hands tight on your thighs. It's the perfect time to remind her who's in charge, pulling the reigns without holding back and show her just how capable you are of shutting her up, your fingers roughly grabbing strands of her black hair.

"Much fucking better, Jiwon. Have to say that. Don't understand why I deal with you in the first place. But this mouth is quite useful," you murmur, her nose pressing to your abdomen when you feel her gurgling on the last inch, mouth stretched around the whole thing.

She struggles for the moment she's buried at the base, barely able to take your size while you show not a modicum of mercy as you fuck her face and fill her throat up. Her drool trickles all the way down, enough of a mess dripping past her lips. She chokes and gurgles more, eyes a watery mess, but still you don't relent—not that she would want you to.

"is this why you act up? So you can let your boss treat you like a whore again? Because this is the only time you act like a normal employee, right? You'd rather suck my dick instead of writing those fucking reports?"

Jiwon nods the slightest, mumbling incoherent words around your cock stuffed down her throat. Your grip loosens and allows her the chance to breathe, your wet cock slapping those pillowy lips before shoving back in without warning. Each thrust grows quicker, needier, your hands palming her head to keep her in place while you use her exactly as she wants.

She does nothing but gag and drool around the thick shaft plunging between the heat of her soft lips, using what little grip she has on your thighs to steady herself.

There's no ounce of defiance, her obedience uncanny and beyond anything expected. You've come to accept how much she loves the taste and her appetite never falters, always greedy for more when her hand sneaks past her skirt, straight down between her thighs to play with herself, getting her fingers soaked.

"Look at you—needy fucking slut needs to touch yourself to your boss fucking your throat. Can't even control yourself," you growl. "Want your boss to dump a thick load down that pretty throat so bad? That what you're craving?"

She lets out a loud moan, gurgling against the messy spit-soaked length pumping deep down, and nods desperately once more.

"If that's what you want, then I think maybe I'll just cum all over your fucking face instead. Maybe then you'll learn a fucking lesson. Make you walk out of here and greet the rest of the employees like that—"

Jiwon pulls your hips to keep you there, staring up, wanting the entire thing shoved past her lips once more like that very idea has her soaked in seconds. There's desperation, her moans muted by keeping her head down on the base, tears flowing more than before and spit dripping everywhere from her lips, staining her blouse.

She wants to be used—truly used, a nice outlet that will satiate her urges for a brief moment before starting again. It's a vicious cycle, always pushing the limits, doing whatever to get more attention and never caring how much of a struggle it causes.

"Sir, please—your entire fucking load," she whimpers, giving her best innocent expression possible when she gets to breathe. "Drown me in your fucking cum, please. I'll go out and let the entire office see how much a slut I am for your fat cock."

You pull away and yank Jiwon to her feet, lifting her up with ease before putting her down onto the desk, so she lies on her back, staring up at you with her head dangling upside down off the edge.

That only leaves an even better view, her skirt flipped up, enough to show that soaked pair of panties underneath as you jam your cock deep down her throat once more.

You can't be gentle after that request. She likes the rough treatment that follows, each deep thrust making her pussy drip. And you're happy to oblige, groaning when Jiwon accepts the roughest, hardest plunges. Every motion drags in and out of her throat, enough to gag her on each impale and leave her eyes watering even worse.

"You always come crawling, Jiwon—always the same song and dance. Making up bullshit stories so you can bend over right in my goddamn office. If anyone saw you, how pathetic you are on the clock—"

All the wet gags, all the muffled whimpers and moans, get drowned out by her hungry slurps. She takes as much as you have to give, each rough slam of your hips deep enough to bring you close to the edge. It only gets sloppier when your balls slap against her face, her glasses thick with spit smeared that cloud her vision.

And the best part is, she can't say a goddamn word with you buried down her throat. That is a far greater achievement than you'll give her credit for.

So you don't hold back—you can't, drenching your length in more spit with a few extra pumps inside Jiwon's heavenly warm throat. Until you finally hit that peak, unloading all over her pretty face without another word. It's all that she expects, a thick shot of cum firing right against those used lips, hot streaks painting every inch of her when you empty your balls, making sure to aim most directly at her glasses to coat them thick.

And Jiwon relishes in it, swallows the few stray strands that land in her mouth, fingers frantic between her legs for the whole thing while you glaze her in thick, uninterrupted streams. You savor in the sight of Jiwon like this. Leaving her disheveled and used, taking out the stress the best way you can.

The mess, the complete debauchery, is perfect—a stunning view that you'll remember the entire day. Her face covered, glasses all but ruined, the shine of saliva dripping down her chin with not a care as her tongue hangs free, gathering up your spilled cum into her waiting mouth, like she needs the taste to survive.

You step back, admiring the aftermath with a grin.

"Th-thank you," she mutters, still touching herself, licking what she can of the creamy mess that stains her features. "Thank, you sir. Hope I was of some use..."

You look down at her, admiring the complete disaster you've left her in. Her glasses are painted white, coated completely, mascara running as a result. Some in her hair, some even staining her work blouse and still dripping. She smiles through it all, delighted. Eager for more.

"Only thing you're good for," you reply, reaching forward to collect a thick strand on her cheek, scooping it up on your fingertip before guiding it towards her swollen lips. "Clean me up, Jiwon, and then you can get the hell out of my office."

She eagerly sucks away, tasting the remnants with a broad smile, never getting enough no matter how hard you try. There's no questioning if she enjoys it, even from her upside-down position atop the desk. It's clear how much she adores this treatment, more than happy to please and bend over any time asked of her.

"Anything else before I go, boss?" she asks, taking care to straighten her ruined outfit the slightest before pulling herself to her feet, your thick load coating her face, especially the glasses, dripping even heavier than before.

"Maybe a bagel," you mutter. "I've got the craving. But please do clean your face up before you do so."

"Yes, sir. Whatever the boss wants, he gets," she says with a satisfied smile, her ruined glasses not at all slowing down the bounce in her stride towards the door, leaving your office without another word or glance.

And all you can do is watch, letting the hunger build deep within when her shapely ass leaves your view. Because this cycle never breaks—never changes. As often as you promise to fire her, each week sees her strutting back in, another scheme or lie to distract, just for an excuse to bend over for a nice little reminder of her position.

You'd never want things any other way.

The smell of fresh coffee lingers at your desk, something you haven't touched since Jiheon brought it in. Still piping hot, and definitely your least priority when Chaeyoung enters your office.

"Can't believe you made her walk out like that," the dark-haired girl states, lips continually parted. "Just dripping down her face, ruined like that... what did she even do?"

"The same old bullshit. That's what she does," you mutter back, giving no explanation of your own. Your gaze stays locked on her while those long legs rest on your shoulders, high heels still on, fucking her nice and deep in the middle of your fancy leather couch off to the side of the room.

"Oh, the usual, huh," Chaeyoung murmurs with a breathy giggle, moaning right in your office when you fill her tight little body perfectly, pounding her all the way to the hilt every time.

There's a loud knock at the door, one that stops after the second beat, one that knows not to try again until later. You can't even remember if you locked the door or not, but you know nobody will dare enter without your permission. Not with the noises being heard through your office. Nobody makes that kind of mistake more than once.

Chaeyoung has your whole attention occupied, right after the second tedious meeting of the day, a breath of fresh air. Now you've got her all folded up, legs obscenely spread in the air, knees close by her ears. Her eyes roll back the harder you go, ass raised so you can drill her into the black leather.

She'll only grow tighter. Clenching and desperate. Chaeyoung takes you the best, offers the most bang for your buck, the prettiest moans that you could never get tired of hearing, no matter how long. And the mess that runs everywhere is undeniable proof, the groans that slip out when you plunge yourself to the hilt, those long, stocking-clad legs dangling in the air, heels somehow remaining intact through every brutal slam.

"Harder, boss!" she begs, her cries load enough to be heard through the walls of your office. But you don't' care, and oblige her, slamming your length deep, balls fucking deep and then some.

"If I fuck you any harder, I swear the damn couch will break. These are fucking expensive," you hiss in between heavy grunts, pressing your knees deep into the leather fabric and fucking the pretty girl even deeper.

"M-more than worth the investment," Chaeyoung insists. And even under that heavy layer of makeup and dolled-up features, it's clear, the most sinful expression she has yet, mouth open in bliss and eyes glazed with pleasure. You can't disagree, either.

Her pretty cunt doesn't ever seem to stop getting tighter. Each hard pump only makes her walls constrict the most, gripping at every swollen inch of your shaft, begging it to stay and soak the entirety of it with its slick juices. Chaeyoung is simply begging for your cock to make her cum again and again and again, like every single day.

"Break the couch or break me," Chaeyoung urges, sweat sticking the strands of hair along her forehead as her ass bounces off the expensive leather cushion. "Just as long as you don't stop—god, you're so deep inside me."

You groan in response, only watching the hypnotic sway of her tits spilling out of her red bra, barely hiding anything while her blouse and matching blazer have all been discarded, those lace panties you tore off long forgotten.

"Inside me, boss—shoot that massive load right deep inside," Chaeyoung pleads, the obscene slap of your balls against her ass a loud echo in your office. "Fill me up to the brim, sir—fuck—"

"You think I would do it anywhere else? Such a tight fucking cunt like yours, you really think I wouldn't fucking empty my balls inside a pretty thing like you?" you hiss between her frantic moans. Her entire body trembles from the pleasure, greedily taking every inch until a second climax hits and she nearly crumbles.

Chaeyoung tightens around you again, her soaked, velvety walls grabbing tight and trying to milk your length as deep inside her as possible. You sink in that heat, hips firmly gripped, and letting her cunt hold you in a vice until there's no choice.

"Ah, f-fuck—god, your thick cock…"

That's it. The very end. There's no point in holding back now, and when your balls empty everything, every single thick spurt flooding her to the very limit, that's when you can feel her legs shake the most, watch her eyes rolling back when she comes to another shuddering orgasm.

"God, Chaeyoung, you're fucking—"Before you've even finished pumping away, it's already leaking out, already slipping past where your cock stays buried inside, running down the leather underneath her ass. Your hips keep driving forward until they can't, her pussy completely full, her high lingering while you fuck it all deep into her womb without a single ounce of regret.

"S-so much. Mmm, that feels incredible, sir—nothing like when you cum inside me," Chaeyoung purrs, as a high heel finally breaks free and plops onto the floor. You watch, mesmerized, as your cock slips out from her, a thick, viscous load oozing out immediately with nowhere to go, her pussy overflowing in a matter of seconds.

"Definitely gonna need a new fucking couch again," you sigh, but can't resist staring at the sweat-covered mess that is your best-looking, most dangerous worker, stuffed to the brim.

"Then there's plenty of time to make an even bigger mess—" Chaeyoung starts, once you slide her legs back down and fall back on the cushions. She's too quick to get right between your legs on her own, to shove your cock into her mouth and suck you clean, to taste herself along with you, swirling her tongue all over your still hard cock.

"Jesus," you breathe, just watching her go to town, those plump lips made for this exact purpose, looking irresistible wrapped around you. The wet noises get sloppier by the second, those full cheeks hollowing around you each time her head lifts up, mouth closing tight around the entirety of your still twitching cock.

"Just doing my due diligence, sir," she insists, slurping away and using her tongue to take care of any remains. It only makes you stay hard. "Something you pay me for, you know..."

There's nothing you could disagree with, the slurps louder as you let Chaeyoung swallow everything her little mouth can. The greedy expression and muffled moans while her throat is filled again—until the blaring ring of a phone echoes in the office.

"Christ, I told Jiheon to not let any calls through," you grumble, glaring over at the bright flashing phone on the other end of your desk.

Chaeyoung pops off and strokes your spit-coated shaft a few times, smacking the throbbing head against her tongue, just wanting another inch or two of it past her pouty pink lips. "Just don't answer, then—"

As much as you want that, you must be certain that it's important. Otherwise, Jiheon never would have let it through—even under the instructions that absolutely no phone calls are allowed when you're occupying yourself.

"Ugh. Answer it, will you, please? Might be an emergency."

You regret asking almost immediately.

There's no protest. Only obedience. "Sure thing, boss," Chaeyoung says, your wet cock being the last thing she tastes as she lifts up to answer it, shuffling towards almost completely naked. The mess drips out every step she takes, a mess not even she can control when she reaches for the phone.

"Who is this and why are you interrupting?"

"Chaeyoung, not like that—Jesus, put it on speaker."

"It's Nagyung ," the voice on the other side answers, when Chaeyoung hits the button that makes her voice audible. And then she's right back on your cock, slipping the entire thing past her lips, swallowing right to the hilt until there's a muffled gag against you.

"Yes, Nagyung, sorry—uh, what... is it urgent?" you ask, doing everything possible not to moan in the middle of the call. Your hands reach forward to grab the back of Chaeyoung's head and guide those warm, slippery lips even deep, down as much as possible and making her choke.

Nagyung sounds like she always does, the bright, peppy tone without even knowing you're currently balls deep inside the very reason that nobody dares contact your office.

"Sorry to disturb you, sir. But thought you'd like to know the CEO will be visiting sometime today. Couldn't get a finalized ETA or time from her. But she said she'd swing by."

You pause, the rest of her words drowned out. For the briefest of moments, your mind reels in confusion—and you immediately regret making Chaeyoung answer.

"Sir?" Nagyung continues, seemingly oblivious to the way Chaeyoung continues her expert oral performance, despite your current predicament.

"Y-yeah, I got that, Nagyung," you respond, catching your breath. You push Chaeyoung down harder, until there's nothing left but an even deeper muffled gurgle and that perfect mouth suffocated around the entire thing. "Get the whole office prepared... even make sure Jiwon gets something done."

"Copy, sir," Nagyung replies. "Enjoy the rest of your day!"

With that, the line clicks. The heaviest silence sets in, only interrupted by the obscene, throaty noises made by Chaeyoung while you face the reality ahead.

"Who is she? Must be someone important for the CEO herself to pay a visit."

You know it's only an attempt to sooth your nerves, and perhaps an attempt to pry in the name of gossip for the day. And all you do is scoff, not wanting to admit it aloud.

"Someone I haven't seen in a long time, thankfully. Last time wasn't very pleasant. But it can't possibly be worse this time."

She pops off, licking away the trail of sticky saliva. "Who, boss?"

"Someone responsible for getting me this job. More important than you could imagine."

Chaeyoung makes it apparent she has no intention of being left out, almost threatening to not swallow you back down until you answer.

"Jisun. Roh fucking Jisun," you bite out, the words leaving a bitter taste once they leave your lips, hoping Chaeyoung doesn't recognize it. Or does and just knows to not question any more. "Now I gotta deal with her—the devil incarnate. The fucking worst. Never just business when she visits..."

"She can't be that bad. Especially if she hired you," Chaeyoung adds, when she hollows her cheeks and slurps away without needing a break.

"Trust me. She is."

This only gives a perfect excuse for Chaeyoung to up the ante, letting her throat take it all down a second longer while her nose burrows against your crotch.

"In that case," Chaeyoung says, gasping right after slipping your cock out and bringing both hands to work, one twisting around your cock while the other fondles your balls. "No matter how awful it is, I'll be right here to give the right amount of stress relief afterwards."

You lean back in the sofa, staring up to the ceiling while her pouty lips touch down the base of your cock. Even from that brief interaction alone, Chaeyoung clearly has questions—especially when you already sound annoyed at the mention of the person who hired you for this job in the first place.

"That's assuming I survive it all. Might not be anything left afterwards," you groan, while Chaeyoung presses gentle kisses to your balls.

She giggles, looking up with those curious eyes, lips going further below to lick along your sack. "Have some faith, boss—you can survive anything. And when you get through, maybe reward yourself in pounding my ass..."

"Do you have no shame? God—when this is all over, I might have to do just that," you say, finding it impossible to not laugh a little at the thought.

"Please do," Chaeyoung smiles, squeezing your shaft. "Use me like a stress ball—I'll be here, waiting and ready to get bent over your desk."

There's nothing more you can say or do, but try to ignore the dread creeping its way in at the idea of surviving this encounter in one piece.

"Looks like you're still alive, boss," Chaeyoung quips once you head back to your office after two hours of torment, feeling somewhat hopeful at your arrival. "How'd it go?"

She's there, on your couch, a fresh blouse buttoned halfway up and no bra whatsoever underneath, stockings gone from those amazing legs.

The look is downright criminal—irresistible, seduction at every angle.

"Not… bad," you admit, jaw still feeling tight, exhaustion clearly visible. "She had a lot of good things to say, surprisingly enough. Well—besides the whole situation with Jiwon, but that's—a whole other topic. We'll worry about her later."

"Huh," Chaeyoung says, equally as surprised. Her shapely legs leave the couch, moving to grab a bottle of wine from the corner table and fill two glasses. One is pressed into your hand when Chaeyoung clings hers against your own in a little toast.

"We're still both on the clock, Chaeyoung—who drinks in the afternoon?"

"We do. Besides, you fuck me on the clock and I don't hear any complaints, boss," she argues, then quickly downs half the glass in a single sip.

"Guess I can't argue with that logic."

She can't either—and shamelessly spreads her bare legs out on the leather once she sits back down, just enough to see where a pair of panties should be. "Here or the desk? I don't know if there's a preference on which—"

"For what?"

"I believe I was promised to be your stress relief earlier."

Right. It comes rushing back—her suggestion, the reason she's still here in the first place. The clothes she's barely dressed in. "I mean if you're offering, I won't say no."

Chaeyoung finishes her glass with a self-satisfied smile. "Take the edge off, if I can. You've earned it."

You look at the clock on your wall, then look at your desk—one piled with paperwork, and more importantly, a whole mess to sort through and hopefully understand. Chaeyoung is the easier of the options.

"Am I allowed to say how hot you look sitting there?"

She laughs and spreads those smooth legs out further, giving a tempting peek of every flawless curve leading to her lovely cunt. "Well, the outfit's not meant to be professional. It's meant to get you hard and ready. It's for easy access."

"You're too good," you tell her. Chaeyoung gives a sly little look and grins.

"Just doing my job, sir."

The trip from the couch to the desk is only seconds, enough for Chaeyoung to push all of your paperwork over to the corner of the desk, enough for her to put both hands on the edge and offer her fantastic ass out like a present.

"Jesus, you look fucking amazing."

And it's true—no doubt about it, especially as she shows herself off by raising that short, pencil skirt high to tease. Her shapely ass is free and exposed to the air of the office, begging for you to fuck.

"Glad to see you think so," Chaeyoung giggles, hearing your belt drop the moment your pants fall and your hard cock springs free.

Your fingers slide along her bare legs, appreciating the smoothness of her thighs, and then her hips—those delicious wide hips that hold your attention so well. It's a crime, having her in the office half the time covering herself up, and having these to yourself whenever you're lucky to.

"Well, are you going to fuck me or just admire the view? Sir," she asks, over her shoulder, lust in her eyes and the skirt riding high, showing everything.

"Impatient? Why the hell not both?"

"I waited in your office for two hours without panties or a bra touching myself thinking about you," she says, pushing her ass a bit higher for you to get the picture. "God, you've got to fuck me..."

"This is why you're my favorite," you tell her, you tell her, slapping that gorgeous ass, squeezing the flesh as you lean in.

"Am I? How many times have you said that to Jiheon? To Nagyung? To Jiwon—"

"Dear god, Chae, I would never say that to fucking Jiwon."

Chaeyoung finally grins at that, when you admire her shapely curves from this angle, how you love nothing more than admiring her round, bouncy ass. "But do me a favor—"

"Anything, boss."

You slip a lubed finger inside her tight asshole, swirling around and pressing a bit deeper. Enough to open up for what will come, and when the second finger pushes inside, you get an even better idea of how it's going to feel when it's your hard, swollen cock that spreads it instead.

"Please never start wearing underwear. And keep wearing these tiny, tight skirts—"

"Y-yes, sir. No panties, only tiny, slutty little skirts. I can live with those requirements," Chaeyoung groans, relaxing herself.

Once you've gotten two digits inside, thrusting to the knuckle, you're certain enough, slipping out and spreading those delicious ass cheeks. And your tip presses to it immediately, letting her know exactly what is in store for that tight little hole.

The wait, before you thrust, seems excruciatingly long—until there's the feeling, how every inch sinks deep, one plunge straight to the hilt. Immediately, the tightness surrounds you, clutching around your length. She gasps out, so very needy, a vulgar noise that reverberates through your office as she grips the desk edge in sheer desperation.

You don't even let her adjust. Once you're fully lodged, you get straight to work, grabbing her hips and driving forward. There's not a trace of concern—you pound her. Your balls smack her needy pussy while you relentlessly drill her tight ass, no mercy, not an ounce, watching how her asshole swallows up every inch.

"That feels too fucking good, boss, please—fuck my tight ass," Chaeyoung says, feeling every thick inch deep inside, groaning louder at every stretch as it leaves her hole stuffed with your cock.

"Perfect fucking fit—tightest, best ass in the entire company," you growl, overwhelmed at the hot sensations, Chaeyoung just as much at being bent over and fucked like this. There's not even a hint of restraint, her tits jostling about each time through her unbuttoned blouse while you slide in balls deep and smack your hips against her body.

"Only the best for you, sir."

Every thrust sounds so wonderfully lewd, hot flesh slapping together. Chaeyoung takes it well, whining and trembling against the wooden surface, papers shifting under her, another pile collapsing and strewn across the desk as she goes weak. You show her you mean it, every word, taking care of your best asset the proper way and getting a handful of hair to yank while you pump, hips drilling forward to pound away even harder.

It's a beautiful fucking sight. One to watch forever. Seeing her asshole clench around your thick shaft, stretched tight while you keep hammering, yanking her head back just hard enough with a handful to get a harsher clench.

"O-oh, shit—please, sir," Chaeyoung moans, barely coherent. "Fuck, god yes! Slam that dick deep into my ass—god, please!"

The entire office can probably hear it, can hear everything, the desperation that echoes through the thick walls of your office, the sound of you repeatedly nailing your favorite co-worker deep in the ass. You don't care. It's better stress relief than you could ever pay for, burying every inch into her until she's crying out for more.

"I'll be here, all week. So you know where to find me, boss—when it gets tough and you just need something to vent your frustrations on," Chaeyoung barely manages. "Even if it's the bathroom, or even that secluded corner on the top floor—let my slutty mouth do the hard work and empty your frustrations on my face..."

Fuck. How can she even think straight, taking it like this, while you continue pounding her needy little hole? It doesn't slow you, your length battering that tight ring and sending a million new sensations through her.

"That filthy fucking mouth," you groan, your cock ramming faster, finding it hard to breathe through the tightness that you never want to stop. "One of the things I love most about you—"

"And one of the things that gets me the biggest bonuses? Or is that because of how many times I can swallow down a load..."

No better response comes than pulling her back and stuffing her tight asshole, holding her by the hips while your cock drives in balls deep, an emphasis, letting the thrusts take her breath away each time. "Those are very, very high up on the list."

"Mm, god," she sobs, squirming against the desk, taking every rough thrust, head spinning and drunk off the pleasure, letting out the most wonderfully depraved noises from the relentless assault on her ass. "Love getting fucked this hard—having my asshole drilled by my boss."

There's nothing but the groans, the tightness around your cock, the view between those plump cheeks of her stretched open, the way she looks bent over your office desk. All the days she works so hard for you, so she deserves to be fucked this hard.

When it's Chaeyoung, the wildfire never fades—in fact, it always manages to grow at her words and the way she begs for you, when your hips piston and those delicious ass cheeks jiggle against your hips.

"Can't believe how good your fucking tight little ass feels... so, goddamn good, Chaeyoung," you say as you fuck your hardest, hammering her tiny asshole. Every thrust is maddening, and she just moans, your entire cock sinking into that perfect gaping ass, still having the nerve to beg even harder while her drool spills down her chin.

"Love taking your fat, fucking cock up my tight little asshole—I love when you destroy me , sir," Chaeyoung groans, louder and louder with each hard thrust, that glorious tight ass taking every inch of your shaft, spread to its limit.

It's never as satisfying as it is this way. Feeling that beautiful round ass against your hips, so perfect and made for taking, listening to every desperate breath while she takes your cock as hard as she can handle.

"Fuck, Chaeyoung—I'm gonna fill this fucking perfect ass," you groan, so eager to spill deep and let the load empty into the tightest part of her body.

"G-give it to me, sir, go ahead, please, fill me with cum—" Chaeyoung barely gasps out. It's never been hard to do just that, every urge compelling you to keep pounding away at her, the loud slaps echoing and the sweat glistening off her smooth skin.

The harder you fuck her tight ass, the faster that tightness builds up inside your balls, that unquenchable desire to coat her insides and let your cum fill her. Every hard slam sends her trembling your desk as your rock hard shaft impales her greedy little hole.

You can't stand the tightness squeezing down around you, as good as it feels to bury deep, listening to her gasping and moaning so wantonly, unable to take it any longer.

"Chae—"

You cum fucking hard—every thick stream unleashes a ferocious torrent, each shot fired off just as powerful and thorough as the last, flooding Chaeyoung with no restraint whatsoever. Her tight ring clenches, desperate for every drop, every pearly-white spurt that fills her insides. And it's never enough—you know that, holding on as tight as you can, filling every inch that her hungry ass will take.

"That should take the edge off. Even a little, right?"

As best she can, Chaeyoung laughs breathlessly, still pinned under your firm grip while you ride it out, staring down and watching how that ruined little hole still tightens around you, trying its absolute hardest to milk everything from those heavy balls.

Her orgasm follows suit, fingers between her trembling thighs. It's inevitable—fucking her while she shakes and whimpers, then she's cumming all over her hand, your desk while you finish emptying each thick spurt inside her.

And when her moans quiet down, the only thing left is a tired smile and heavy breaths as you stay buried a moment longer before pulling out, leaving her stretched asshole leaking.

Then Chaeyoung just collapses onto the desk, legs giving out. The stream of white that pours out of her ass and drips down her thighs is truly satisfying, and you savor every little second, watching it spill out from that puckered opening. No matter how often you've watched the act, it feels as good as the first time, getting to unload in her tight, warm, little hole.

"God—you're the best fucking relief I could ever ask for," you admit, smiling a bit.

Chaeyoung turns, legs like jelly but still the same grin that shines, dropping to the floor and cleaning your shaft. "Was hoping to make your day less stressful. Mission accomplished?"

"One hundred percent," you rasp out, letting the sensitivity kick in once she takes it past those pretty lips to swallow you down.

"Best ass in the entire company knows how to get you off, what can I say. I'll be expecting a generous evaluation at the end of the year..." She stands enough to stroke a hand up and down your shaft, lips against yours, not stopping to pump for anything.

"What do you expect me to say? 'Her ass is truly amazing, a spectacular fuck'. Anal has never disappointed, five star rating," you laugh.

"Exactly, boss. Just put it in those exact words and sign at the bottom." And now you're both headed over to the couch, well worn, collapsing on it without a care, her weight on yours.

"I'm sure HR would be ecstatic to read that..." you say, laughing harder.

"Never a bad thing, no? Who doesn't want to know who gives great head and not a completely awful fuck? Or has the nicest ass..."

You roll your eyes, stretching your arm out behind Chaeyoung while she leans into your side. "Should have never told you all that. Now it's going to come back and bite me, just know it."

She stretches her legs out on the couch and leans in, resting her head onto your shoulder. "Nonsense. I am here to help relieve the stress, and anything else you need."

There's a knock, interrupting her train of thought, and without needing to speak a word, Chaeyoung pops up from the leather couch, sauntering towards the door with nothing but an open blouse and short black skirt barely clinging to her hips.

And then your attention turns, straight ahead at Nagyung standing in the entrance, more nervous looking than she should. "Pardon me for barging in unannounced, but I'm heading off to buy a few things for the Christmas party. Just wondering if you needed anything, sir."

"That's very thoughtful of you, but I think I'm good—"

"A bottle of rum. Two. The coconut one," Chaeyoung interjects without looking back, making sure her ass is fully visible through the thin fabric of her skirt.

"Got it," Nagyung nods, unable to hide the flustered gaze at what chaos has happened here. "Two bottles of coconut rum."

"You still have the company card, right, Nagyung?" you ask her.

She nods. "Yes, sir. Still have it."

"Then buy yourself something nice as well. Christmas gift. Get whatever you'd like, no limitations."

Her eyes grow wide, even looking at Chaeyoung and the absolute wrecked state she's in, before looking back to you. "Thank you, sir—I'll try not to go too overboard..."

"Don't you worry about that. Now go. Happy shopping, I'll see you at the party."

Nagyung takes the opportunity and scurries away without question.

"You should be more subtle, you know," Chaeyoung laughs, closing the door and giving a cheeky grin.

You stare at her, knowing exactly where her train of thought is going, and silently bring her over the way with a gesture of a finger, demanding, pulling her over to straddle when she's in reach.

"The entire floor just heard me plow your ass and you're worried about me being subtle with Nagyung?"

There's a naughty little giggle from Chaeyoung, one she always does while being in your lap."Subtlety was the whole theme before she got in here, yes.."

"Where? Did we establish that somewhere between me bending you over my desk?"

Chaeyoung can't answer that at all, too tuckered out. "Something like that, sir—"

"Even when I'm not railing your perfect fucking ass, you'll still call me that?" you say with a wide smile.

"Habit," Chaeyoung says simply, falling to your lips. "Even if we're at your house on the weekends, or in a hotel, it doesn't stop. Won't until you fire me."

"Never getting rid of you, that's for certain."

After the party dies down, the office is practically deserted. Glass bottles line the conference table, most of them empty by now, along with red plastic cups and other discarded plastic that litters around the place. No more loud music, no more people cramped inside, no more food left outside of a half-eaten plate of crackers nobody will finish. Red and green balloons sag to the floor in defeat, almost like how you feel with the exhausting week finally ending.

All that remains now is you and a few scattered workers still loitering around the floor, cleaning up and ready to head out for the night. At least that's the plan. Until you look outside at Jiheon staring out the big glass windows, pensively looking towards the city.

"Think we might be stuck here a while," Jiheon says, staring in disbelief. The storm outside continues to pick up. What started as a simple snowfall is now a proper blizzard in the past couple hours, white beyond belief, with more on the way. "Trains have stopped and no buses are running,"

"What, so are we supposed to fucking walk home?" Jiwon groans in her chair, drunker than everyone and trying her best not to fall over.

"I mean, you can if you want. Good luck not freezing to death," you say, already annoyed at her complaints.

"Please don't," Jiheon says, with genuine concern. "Everyone, just stay put for now. I'm sure the storm will clear within the next few hours."

"Fuck you," Jiwon grumbles, tossing her empty cup at Jiheon, but misses. "Damn storm. Fucking work ruining everything, I swear—"

Somehow, Jiheon still manages to offer a tiny smile and turn back towards the window. "Might be dangerous to be out there, but still looks a little beautiful, doesn't it, boss?"

The two of you walk side by side, heading towards your office, the large glass windows providing the full view. "Suppose it does. Think you're just as beautiful, Jiheon."

She looks back at you, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks and all the way to her ears. "Aren't you just a flirt when you've had a few?"

"I'll compliment you with or without alcohol," you shrug, not denying the effects. Jiheon smiles wider when you lead her in, locking the door behind and heading over to your own spacious desk, ignoring it to peek out the window.

The snowfall outside isn't terrible from your angle, but Jiheon still shivers slightly from the draft coming in. She grabs a bottle off your desk, the only thing in plain view—a glass bottle of coconut rum, filling two glasses as she joins you by the window and hands one off.

"Thought you didn't drink?"

"Won't drive home now, so why not?" she asks and sips. "Besides, it's Christmas. And the last time I'll see you for a couple weeks."

"At work, at least. Not like I'll disappear completely," you say and toss back the glass, knocking it down in seconds. "You're more than welcome to join me at my place after all of this..."

Jiheon lets out a gentle little laugh. She stares and watches a few flakes drift and dance towards the glass. "Now that—would be unprofessional, don't you think?"

"There's nothing unprofessional about two colleague spending time with each other off work hours."

It makes her blush even a deeper red. "And would I be naked, if I came over? Spend the whole night in the sheets—"

"Probably," you say, walking behind Jiheon and admiring the curves through her dress. Your breath tickles the back of her neck. "And wouldn't complain about that, either."

"That sounds pretty unprofessional, sir. I think I'll have to pass on your gracious offer." She giggles and squirms under your grasp, until you squeeze her hips to spin her around to face you.

"What happens outside the office won't matter when it's just you and I," you mutter, taking in every delicious inch of her. "What, are you only allowed to show me that gorgeous body when we're alone in my office?"

There's a moment of hesitation. Jiheon glances at the big office window, eyes focused outside as she mulls over the words. But when she takes her drink and finishes it, the red flush on her cheeks tells a different story. "Have to keep at least a little barrier between work and play. Can't let you think I'm an easy fuck."

"A little late for that, isn't it?"

And her lips curl in a very devilish smirk. She inches you towards the glass windows, making you follow every step. "Very. But I'd still like to pretend."

"Fair enough."

"All I ask for," she hums and gazes at the sight outside. It really is quite magnificent. While the blizzard rages outside, covering the world in the deep blanket of snow, the room feels small and isolated, like there's no one else except you in the entire building. Which isn't too far off the truth.

"Cold, sir?" Jiheon asks, feeling the breeze coming off the window. "If so—you think maybe I should come sit on your lap and keep you warm?" Jiheon blurts out before her nerves get the best of her again, but does her best to save her blushing, meek expression with a small smile.

"No," you assure, looking out the window again. "But I'll pretend I am for your sake."

Her smile grows even wider, something else shifting behind her eyes—proud of how her plans worked, the result she's wanted all along.

"G-good, sir. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold or anything."

"No, wouldn't want that now." Jiheon waits for you to sink into your comfy office chair, watching as you get comfortable, eager to climb into your lap once her high heels kick off. Her thighs are shapely—deliciously smooth and inviting, something you always keep your eyes fixed on whenever she moves past, whether or not she knows it.

A quick reach behind her back makes the zipper of her dress go all the way down in a flash. The fabric pools around her ankles and you nearly lose your mind as you stare, and she makes herself comfortable in your lap, straddled over you.

"If you're also cold, I don't think this is helping," you tease, putting your hands on her hips and drinking in that wonderful sight, the way the lace hugs against her breasts, tempting and emphasizing those gorgeous curves. It's easy enough to get lost in already.

"Not cold," Jiheon says innocently. "Not at all. Dress was uncomfortable, so I figured you'd like me in just this better."

She's right, of course, as you rest your hands on her back, stroking the smooth, silky skin, gliding along her figure. You trace all the way down her spine, watching the way she sighs so pleased. "Like you better without it though."

"Thought you might say that, sir. And maybe I can make it feel a little warmer in here—"

Her smile turns a little wry. Jiheon slides off the straps and undoes the hook of her bra, slowly pulling them forward and freeing her breasts, leaving her in nothing but lace panties and that smile.

You bite down a little groan, staring at her naked chest, at those bountiful, pale tits. Her chest heaves, knowing you're mesmerized, unable to peel yourself from them, how your eyes refuse to stray, or the obvious tent in your pants.

"Yeah, feels pretty warm in here," you say, eyes wide at those incredible tits and their stiff peaks. "Not quite there yet though…"

Jiheon breaks away, ready and willing to fix the problem, just long enough to tug her panties down in a hurried move. Baring her naked, glistening cunt for you before returning, the eagerness remains unmatched.

"Is that better, sir? Or do you have some suggestions?" Jiheon says, tepidly grinding along your body length as she reaches a hand between the two of you, starting to slowly undo your belt.

Her fingers take their time, methodical, undoing the leather and pulling the thick length free from your slacks. And already, your cock throbs to full hardness once it meets her fingers, almost impossibly so with the anticipation building.

"I think you know exactly what I'd suggest," you tell her, groaning at that tight grip pump, while she carefully guides you to where she's most warm, between her dripping pink pussy lips.

Slow and steady, she sinks down, letting a moan out as inch after inch opens her up, spreading the walls of her tight pussy while it strains to fit the thickness.

"God, it always feels huge—it's amazing," Jiheon sighs as she lifts up, tries to fit more of you inside. There's the warmest of welcomes when she feels the last few inches fill her, sinking to the hilt and giving her that satisfying full feeling that's beyond comprehensible.

Your hands reach around to those perfectly shaped hips, trying to help her in any way. "Ease into it, Jiheon. Like I've told you before—"

"Every damn chance you get," Jiheon moans as she raises up again, thighs trembling a little, before finding the momentum and sinking down.

Despite that, the rides you like an expert—just as slow, deliberate, those hips gyrating and picking up a rhythm that makes her gasp, gradually warming your lap and keeping you impossibly stiff inside her, tits bouncing in your face.

"I'll never get tired of those fucking tits," you groan, watching them slowly jostle and bounce each time Jiheon sinks on top of your girth. You capture a nipple into your mouth, sucking at the hard pink nub, earning another moan out of her when your tongue works in teasing circles. "Best pair I've ever seen."

"You're just, ahh—being nice," Jiheon barely gets out between gasps. "Because I'm riding you, right?"

"No, really. I'm not gonna lie to you just because my cock is deep in that amazing fucking pussy," you say and pull your mouth back a moment, looking at the saliva smeared as you switch over, teasing and sucking with a new fervor. "Though, they look even better when they're bouncing like that..."

Jiheon holds fast to your shoulders while her hips rock a little faster, driving hard as you thumb at her hard nipples. The clenching around your shaft is fantastic, making it that much harder not to fuck back up. "So you only like them when they're out and bouncing, do you, sir?"

She can't help the adorable giggles as usual.

"Fucking love them all the time. At the office, in those tight shirts when I'm imagining you bent over the copy machine. When you get under my desk during those boring business calls—and you're trying to keep quiet while re slurping down the taste of cock."

It's a lewd, lurid smile, one that looks like Jiheon's mind has gone blank from pleasure. "When you say it out loud like that, it makes me sound like a slut... oh... but god, it just feels good—that thick cock opening me so wide—"

"Far from it," you reassure, looking over every last detail of her body. "Fuck, can't resist looking at your tits while you're on my lap like this, or staring at your ass when you wear those tiny little skirts."

It draws another smile and a seductive glance down at you. "Trying to tell me I'm pretty or something, boss?" Jiheon asks, suddenly shy again.

"Isn't it obvious?" you say, mouth back on her tits, enjoying every second Jiheon bounces a bit faster.

"Can't be—never sure when you're being sincere with me or not. You love teasing me too much," Jiheon sighs, sinking onto your heavy cock, thighs spread and hips rocking while the pleasure overtakes.

"Me? Teasing? I just love seeing you worked up," you groan back, teeth grazing a hard nipple. "Always love how eager you are, waiting outside my office whenever there's an errand."

She offers a bashful little smile, not slowing and quickly picking up her speed as she bounces on your lap, the filthy squelch of her tight pussy echoing. "Suppose you could call it eager... maybe I'm just addicted to your cock now, boss?"

Your teeth grab at Jiheon's nipple, making her squeal. You want to pull her apart. "Nothing wrong with that. God, you're fucking soaked..."

"Who's fault is that?" she gasps out, watching you kiss the other breast and slather with saliva. Jiheon sucks in a breath when you bite again. "You're always touching me and calling me back to your office, you're the one—"

"For purely professional matters, I can assure you," you say, and grip Jiheon's thighs, the softness of her skin so intoxicating to feel.

"What's your idea of professional? Mmmph... like how you bend me over and have your way with me?"

"Exactly that," you say, groaning against her neck when you suck on her sensitive flesh. She bounces wildly in your lap, leaving those gorgeous tits jiggling before you. Jiheon is just the right combination of adorable, even when she's losing herself, but also erotic when she gets that lustful stare. "Suppose that means you're my favorite secretary to fuck, huh?"

"Aren't I your only secretary, boss?" Jiheon giggles again, slowly rising and bouncing in a frenzy of slaps while the office reverberates the sound of your bodies colliding.

"Doesn't mean you can't still be my favorite."

"Would be upset if I wasn't."

And she keeps going, faster, harder, rocking her hips down onto your shaft. You keep your lips on her neck, loving the sweet smell that lingers. It feels like nothing else, those velvety wet folds clinging with each bounce and slide of her pussy up and down.

"Never letting anyone else fuck you if I can help it," you grunt, hearing that obscene smack each time she slams back down, working all the way along your length.

"Good," she sighs. "This feels way too good to ever let anyone else in the office try and take me the way you have—" You watch that juicy ass rise, Jiheon growing a little erratic when her thighs burn from bouncing, making her pace a little sloppier as she focuses on her own pleasure.

"Could say the same about you, how no one's taken me the way you do," you murmur. "Started fantasizing how you looked without any clothes since the first week you joined."

"Fuck, did you now?" Jiheon bites at your bottom lip, and pulls your hands from the side of the chair to reach around and grip her ass while her cunt is split wide open. Her folds desperately grip the entire thickness of your cock plunging between them.

"All the goddamn time. Remember the first time I asked for an espresso? Kept imagining you naked in my office, looking the way you do—"

It seems to perk her ears in interest, like its making her bounce in your lap harder and clenching with every sensation."Now that's a little bold of you, isn't it, sir?" Jiheon pants, that climax already approaching in a matter of seconds.

"Just telling the truth. I was having the worst time the day I interviewed you," you groan back, watching the full weight of her beautiful tits jiggling in front of your eyes. "You showed up with that smile, all polite and perfect, and made it impossible not to hire you then and there."

She giggles and groans at the same time. "What, you thought my looks were my qualifications?"

"Perfect tits and a lovely smile were very important."

"Pervert," she giggles again, riding slower, taking her time so she can feel each inch spread her wider than she's ever been opened.

"Guilty as charged."

It's not easy to think, with how wet Jiheon's cunt is around your shaft, hugging impossibly tightly with every drop of her hips. How she can still be so tight, no matter how many times your thick cock impales her—it makes no sense.

"F-fuck—sir I'm gonna cum—gonna cum hard," she cries and falls onto your lips again, tongue invading and demanding you reciprocate.

"Then make a fucking mess on this cock," you say and grab a handful of her plump little ass while Jiheon keeps bouncing with all she can manage.

Clenching tight around your shaft, this time, all on command, Jiheon feels a hard, violent climax quake throughout every part of her being, bouncing her ass in a blur. She holds nothing back. Her toes curl, arms wrap around and clutch tighter, gasping as it hits and tears through her, clinging to you for dear life—

All while your hands have full, unrestrained access to grab at that round ass, helping bounce her on your cock the best you can. With your own hips slamming hard off the chair, pumping right back into the tight cunt you can't get enough of, Jiheon looks the cutest in how unashamed she lets her orgasm flow.

The more Jiheon moves, the tighter her pussy grips you, the closer you get to your own relief, about to burst at a moment's notice.

'"Your t-turn, sir," Jiheon whimpers between kisses, enough to get her breath back. "Want you to fill me the fuck up."

You chuckle a little, not used to her words betraying the innocence she's worked so hard to keep. "Don't have to tell me twice."

Jiheon gets faster again. Not at full speed, not with how the muscles in her legs burn at the exertion. It doesn't make a difference. All you need to do is to bury yourself deep and relish in the clench around your shaft. Your grip tightens into the meat of her ass, feeling your balls tighten up and ready to release.

The urge to fill her becomes overpowering, so strong you can't resist much longer. All her arousal, every sensation of how you slide in deep, every inch coated and slippery and inviting you over the edge.

You don't even hold out when her tight pussy begs for it. No warning, no words when you start to fill her, every pump of your heavy balls unleashing spurts of cum that flood right into that willing, welcoming heat.

Jiheon squeezes and bounces, holding tight, feeling the warm ooze of your hot cum that shoots deep inside her, as much as her pretty cunt can take. She stays impaled on the base of your shaft until you fill her to the brim, so full it leaks out of her tight little entrance, dripping onto your pants and staining the leather in your office chair.

"F-feels incredible," Jiheon babbles, as she empties you into her wetness, cum flooding her tight hole. Her voice is slurred, exhausted—but loving it as she clutches tight and whispers the sweet words in your ear. "Thick, creamy—ah, fuck—"

"Guess you could consider this a holiday bonus," you grin and look at Jiheon, eyes locked together while the full intensity of your load keeps pouring deep between her dripping pink lips.

"An awfully generous bonus," she laughs, pulling you for another hungry, deep kiss that she can't wait to enjoy. Jiheon stays still, enjoying every last inch deep while you empty all you can give.

"Merry Christmas, Jiheon."

"And to you, sir," she says as the flushed pink on her cheeks never fades. Now she doesn't move from your lap, barely has the energy to get up. She knows better—that by the end of the night, it'll happen again.

And again and again and again, long after the storm settles.

You watch Jiheon as she eventually lifts up and slowly separates, shuddering when the cum flows out down her supple, creamy thighs, all sticky and dripping a mess of your pearly seed.

Jiheon drops back, full weight in your lap with that warm cunt swallowing up the thickness again before collapsing on you. Tits pressing into your chest, thighs twitching, body fully drained from riding. "Amazing—best fuck all week, sir."

"Happy to oblige," you say, hands on those perfect hips and not daring to let go, keeping that tight embrace.

"Now, what about that storm? Stuck here til it passes?" Jiheon asks, voice muffled, keeping your cock nice and warm inside her heavenly cunt.

"Might last the entire night at this rate, actually. Maybe until tomorrow," you murmur, bringing your lips back to meet hers. Jiheon is quick to kiss back. It's feverishly hungry, lacking all control or thought. She tastes amazing.

"Pity," Jiheon giggles. "Looks like neither of us are going anywhere, are we, boss?"

"Think you're right. Gonna have to stay the night—the two of us, all alone up here, on this big empty floor. Plenty of space on my couch. As long as you don't mind some of the—stains..."

Jiheon shakes her head at that, the devilish smile and that glint in her eye returning. "Pretty sure some of those stains belong to me—"

And a quick glance across the office floor reminds you that's the truth. Earlier in the day, Jiheon blew you behind the copier, waiting on a stack of reports for the morning business meeting. Somehow, you managed to avoid getting caught, and returned the favor after lunch back on that same couch, fingering her until she came all over the black leather, struggling to muffle her moans while in the midst of office hours.

"If you get hungry, there's leftover cookies in the break room, and some eggnog in the fridge I think."

Jiheon doesn't even seem to consider it. "Don't need food—if I get hungry, I've got my own midnight snack right here, between your legs." Even she can't believe how blunt and confident she sounds, while still breathless, completely naked from head to toe.

"That'll get you on the naughty list," you warn playfully.

"Ah, pretty sure I'm already well into that category, boss. Think they know me by name at this point," Jiheon shoots back.

Your cock throbs underneath her as she shifts her weight, reactivating that intense warmth that's surrounding you. "Always knew you weren't a very good girl."

A laugh from her, looking that perfect mix of playful and beautiful. "Only bad for you. Nobody else has to know."

"Works for me. Feel free to keep being bad tonight."

"Planning on it," Jiheon says as she wraps arms around your neck and gets comfortable in your lap. "Think there's plenty of other places to fill me. You've never fucked me on the conference table have you, sir?"

The look Jiheon gives you is nothing more than pure deviousness. It suits her. "When would I ever have a chance to do that? That room is always locked when it's not in use."

"Then unlock it, boss." Jiheon loses her bashful innocence already at the thought of defiling her place of work, right there in the conference room with nothing to hide or fear. "Think I might enjoy myself a lot in there."

"What, a huge, boring office isn't exciting for you?"

Jiheon only narrows her eyes and pulls you closer, kissing the side of your neck. "I didn't say that. But the thought of getting on that big fancy table is—arousing. Getting fucked on it. Bent over. Legs wrapped around you—until your cum leaks and drips down the same place where all those uptight business people sit for hours..."

Even you can't hide the shivers of anticipation at that. The image is searing hot in your mind. "Feeling extra naughty tonight, aren't you. Jiheon?"

"What can I say, sir?" she giggles against your ear. "Maybe it's the rum in the eggnog speaking—or maybe, I'm a dirty girl that needs her boss to make her behave."

"Guess I'll meet you in the conference room then," you say, grabbing that luscious, round ass again. "Because we've got an all-night meeting to attend..."

"Yes, sir," Jiheon purrs, not minding at all when you knead at her ass—with just the right amount of force that has her sighing.

"But no clothes."

"Sir?" she grins with curiosity, tilting her head to the side.

"Conference room. Completely naked. Consider it a company policy," you tell her.

Jiheon chuckles, and knows better not to object. "Far be it from me to ignore such an important new rule. See you there... sir."

[xantithesis]

Kunzite

male reader x fromis_9 Saerom

Tags: smut, au, feelings, struggling, fantasy, succy succy, song references

16k words

part of moodboard prompt submission, Behind The Collage, by @mintwithchoco and woollypoison (tumblr whr)

A part of you wonders if this all boils down to a matter of convenience.

Or maybe that's all just a simple excuse.

—

You don't think that you're often perceived as one that dances with death. If anything, your life is so hopelessly mediocre there's absolutely no potential associated risk with it, except for maybe a curious shoplifter.

And it bleeds into the way you do your accounting, seated at one of the tables outside, notepad flipped open, calculator by your side, tapping on it like it's a game. It's nearly two in the morning, at the time where the neighbourhood is deader than a graveyard -which means that this leather-clad lady has absolutely no business taking the seat opposite you with a huff of either exertion or annoyance- you're not sure which.

And look, maybe in a different life you'd chance it, new experiences and all that, giving things and this girl a chance for her to mess up whatever she wants to mess up. But the truth of the matter is that there really isn't much there, and anyone trying to create a situation at a convenience store of all places is just unprincipled, and likely very, very bored.

Your eyes barely even skirt over her black fishnets and platform boots. "Miss, we're closed."

Your fingers resume their methodical punching of faded buttons, still lazily processing one receipt after another. The girl doesn't reply, doesn't offer even the slightest acknowledgement, so you play it just like she does. You ignore her completely.

Your thoughts run a little idly as your hands move on near-full muscle memory. Maybe a delinquent. Maybe worse. You're not sure exactly what type of person would be searching for a convenience store owner at two in the evening, and you're not exactly sure there's any way to brace yourself properly either, for something like this.

(And then again, it's not like your life is worth much of anything, thrown into the middle of this narrative from despondent normalcy, prompted, one might say, to dance for trifles.)

So that's how you look up, twenty minutes later, running a hand through your hair, shutting the notebook with a sense of finality, setting down your pen in the next moment. You blink, tired eyes strained, and finally bring your eyes up to meet hers. She waits patiently all this while.

There's no soundtrack for this. Nothing in the empty void of two in the morning, the absence of any human interaction at all. Just her upturned eyes and evil grin.

"Well, don't you have a wide smile," you open, rubbing gently at your eyes with a wide yawn. Yeah, she's a looker. Atypical, maybe, wide face and all, but her smile does get you a little. That soda can you've been nursing as you worked through your documents? A slight gust of wind causes it to shake and tremble, like a cold shudder.

"We are closed, by the way. If the first time wasn't clear enough," you say. Her smile widens, but it doesn't prickle your brain in the flattering way. It feels like a hint, like her natural smile isn't the one she's using now to throw you off your balance- sweep you off your feet.

"Alright. I got it. Just lend me this seat for a few more moments, alright?" Her voice is light, airy, not quite a juxtaposition with her features (her dark leather jacket, maybe). She pulls her phone from her pocket, bringing it up to her face. You watch, a little dumbfounded by her boldness. You see her swipe up on her phone, type a couple messages, even curse slightly under her breath.

"Take a hint, will ya?" You say, fingernails tapping on the cool metal table.

"What? The lights are still on."

"Yes, because I was cleaning. You're not even a customer. Take a hike."

The girl rolls her eyes. "Let's fix that problem then. You have soju?"

"Soju?" You frown. "At this ungodly-"

"-tsk."

"-hour? What?"

"Do you have it or not? I'll buy a bottle. Then I'm entitled to sit here, right?"

You blink. "No- no. I don't have soju. No alcohol after midnight- It's a rule here."

The girl tilts her head to the left, watching you with a condescending look that doesn't sit well. "And what heinous crimes am I going to commit with a bottle of soju? Smash someone's face in?"

"I don't care what you think you're going to do, because you're not doing it here. We're closed. Please leave. Goodnight."

And that should be it.

"I'll let you have half the bottle," she blurts.

"Huh?"

"I'll split the bottle with you. My treat."

"Sorry? Are you bribing me?"

"Yes, actually. Don't act like you have anything better to do."

"I do. Home is calling. My bed. Sleep?"

"Right, because you need your energy for this big day you're having tomorrow, don't you?"

You pause.

She tilts her head in the opposite direction. "You can spare a bottle. Come on."

You blink, again. Not worth it. You finished your work. You should go. Then you slide your chair back and stand up. "One bottle."

You cross past her, finally getting a somewhat decent look at what she's wearing. Leather jacket over a black top, leather skirt with fishnets and a pair of obnoxiously tall platform boots. It looks good on her, you remark as you enter your store. She definitely looks like someone you should have turned away at the door. But, again… that sneaking feeling like she'd look better in something else.

She takes out her phone again, typing furiously to someone, and a part of you gets that temptation to figure out her story, to figure out what she's really doing here, in the middle of the night. It's kind of that unspoken fact that everyone knows, that those awake in these sleeping moments are always driven by their own special reason.

You return, setting that bottle down, dead center on the table, followed by two shot glasses that land with a loud clink, like you're setting your bets at a casino. Her eyes are still glued to her phone screen, brow furrowed.

"Jesus, Jiheon…" you hear her mutter under her breath. You drop your butt to your seat, rubbing your chin inquisitively. You slide your chair back noisily, temporarily forgetting any concern about noise pollution. It grabs her attention.

"How much is it?"

You wave your hand in her general direction. "Just drink. And then get out of here."

"Eager to get rid of me?"

"You sound like bad news."

"Sound?"

"Nothing about what I'm seeing is improving my impression of you, so yes."

She smiles, the corner of her lips tilting upwards. Smiling, but not fully. Amused.

"Your mom calling you home?" You jerk your chin towards the phone she still has clasped between two hands. You're not sure when you decided to act like her annoyed babysitter, but it's clear there's something more important there for you to find.

"No," She replies, discarding her phone to the table and reaching forward for a glass. "Just a friend."

You reach for the bottle, twisting the cap. You dip the neck towards her glass, nozzle landing on the edge with a clank. A musical beat to disrupt the void.

"I hope you're not a lightweight," you pour her a full glass, before doing the same for yourself.

"Why? Are you?"

You give her a look. Set the bottle down. And pick up your glass.

"No cheers?" She smirks. You tip your head back and down the shot. It tasted better in your youth. She follows a beat later. Even lets out a small sigh. Your glasses land on the table simultaneously, like two generals playing their chess pieces. And she steers the conversation naturally, like she has a point to make. Almost too naturally.

"So uh, you have a name?"

"You want a name?"

"Is that a crime?"

"it may as well be. You gonna rob me? With that… Jiheon or whoever? -Honestly, I hope you do."

Her eyes sharpen, like she's taken aback. "No… what? You hope so? Why?"

"Because then you'll prove my hypothesis that you're dumb as bricks."

Her jaw drops. "Sorry?"

"You know, robbing a random convenience store owner? You're narrating that exact storyline right now."

She scoffs, a singular laugh that comes our piercing. "Oh. You're being funny right now."

You blink. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

An objectively stupid moment passes.

"You want my name?"

"I want to know why the fuck you're bothering me at two in the morning."

She rolls her eyes, reaching forward to pour another shot herself. "Aren't you a sparkling conversationalist. You get regular customers here? Speak to anyone in the abandoned wilderness of the middle of nowhere?"

"I have enough of them. Regulars that I know by name. The auntie down the street is a real charmer. Makes me banchan for lunch."

"Charming." She pours you a shot, which you eye for a good few moments like you're looking down at the decaying corpse of a crow.

"My name is Lee Saerom."

Your eyes meet hers. "Am I supposed to recognise that or something?"

"Maybe," she says, shrugging. "You tell me. Any synapses firing?"

"No. Not even a tingle. Guess I'm not your 'lover from a past life', 'childhood friend I already forgot', or whatever other twisted-fate nonsense."

"A shame," Saerom bobs her head, swiping her glass up in turn.

"Is it?" You say, fingers moving for the glass, but not grasping it. Not yet.

"Yeah, well, we'll just figure it out some other way, won't we?"

You raise an eyebrow. She sighs.

"Ease up a little. I won't rob you, promise. You wouldn't be worth it. Sorry to ruin your impression of me."

"Huh. Reassuring."

She eyes the glass she's poured for you, before flickering back to you like she's giving a suggestion.

You take another shot.

"So, what's your name?" Saerom tries again, hands reaching for the now half-empty bottle.

"Read the name tag."

She huffs, pouting as she refills both glasses. "I was just trying to be nice."

"Be nice by striking conversation upon a friendly afternoon hour, not imprisoning someone at their office at two in the morning, keeping them from home."

She shuts her eyes for a moment, sighing and muttering under her breath, "Pssh, you're definitely the most difficult so far."

"One of? Am I next on the list of convenience store guys you're about to pick off?"

"Are you always this paranoid of strangers from the dark?"

You freeze for a moment, mind racing to try to understand the plot. You're not sure she's given anything off here, anything besides the idea that this has all been well planned. And no, you don't miss the way her fingers- the ones holding the bottle as she pours your next shot- twitch unnaturally, the faintest of pink lines running up the length of the bottle. So faint it could be mistaken for the trick of the light, running towards your glass.

That's the first time you get anything, and it's unnerving.

And yet you still choose to address something else.

"Did your eyes just turn… pink?"

And you catch it, convince yourself that you saw it, the most minute of freezes as your words land on her ears, bottle freezing in place.

She tips the bottle forward, pouring the drink, looking up at you like you've said something ridiculous. For a moment, you're genuinely fooled.

"Are you crazy?"

You blink. She blinks. "Are you a lightweight?"

"I'm perfectly sober."

"So you just say something crazy at random. Did you just say my eyes turned pink?"

You stare, hard. Her eyes? Dark, deep black, raven like her shoulder-length hair. It looks like you've made a mistake. She's in genuine disbelief, eyes wide, head tilted, bottle suspended in midair, everything down to the way her lip wobbles like she's figuring out if you've gone insane.

"Did I see something?" You ask, slightly unsure how to play this, what's the best move to make. Saerom sets the bottle down gently.

"You tell me. Guess you're down after two shots."

No, nope. You definitely doubt that. But she seems so sure of it.

"So you're suggesting I'm seeing things."

"I'm suggesting that maybe you should retire early for the night, stop drinking. You're already going a little loony."

"I don't get drunk after two shots of soju."

"Really, so you can take this next shot, no problem?"

You glance down at your glass, filled once again. A hint of pink flashes in your mind's eye.

"So, can you? You gonna take that next shot? Don't bust your ass over it if you can't. I'm leaving you here for the dogs if you black out on me."

She plays things well. She makes things sound so convincing, rehearsed. Someone else might genuinely not know any better, might self doubt.

You? Maybe you're already tricked. But you saw what you saw, that momentarily flicker anyone would attribute to the trick of the light. And you know better than to trust pretty girls in the middle of the evening, looking like they'll bust your ass with a baseball bat.

And you don't trust logic. You trust your eyes.

So you down the shot.

You see her pause, her back straightening just a tad, eyes narrowed in on the pulse of your throat, watching as the liquid sinks into your stomach.

"Don't fall to the floor now," she says warily.

"I think we're alright."

She eyes you for a couple moments like she's expecting some immediate effect, for you to just slump over in the next moment. It doesn't happen, and her eyes don't start magically flashing pink either.

She leans in a little, eyes held on to yours, resting her elbows against the table. You stare. Her play.

"So, what do you think of me?"

"Of you? That's a little forward, don't you think?"

Saerom clicks her tongue, looking slightly annoyed. Her eyes narrow. "Drop your defenses. Be honest."

You tilt your head to the side. Why's she dropping the octave of her voice now?

"I think you should finish your bottle and then leave me the hell alone."

Saerom furrows her brow, the words hitting her first. She scrunches her nose, visible displeasure, and then all of a sudden in the next moment it drops, followed by a brief, curious, goldfish stare.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy. A little confused by your nonsensical questions."

Saerom powers on, ignoring your comments. "And you're feeling nothing as you look at me?"

"I'm feeling an ever growing hatred, if you must know."

She scoffs, like in annoyed humour or slight disbelief. Then she slumps back into her seat, watching you with a mix of too many emotions rushing into her head too quickly. Confusion. Anticipation. The slightest creeping sensations of nervousness. You look at her and you feel like you can almost brush your fingers against it. The idea that something's not quite right.

"Well, I guess this is certainly something."

"You're weird," you say pointedly. Saerom raises both brows.

"Sorry?"

"You're odd. Very odd. I can tell you now I remember just about everyone that passes by here, which means you're from outside the neighbourhood. But you're acting like I should know you, waiting for something that hasn't arrived yet."

She stiffens, just a hint. She might be playing coy, but you think you have a pretty good grip on her. For the next few moments, there's silence, a couple of hurried shots that don't match her calm tempo. Subtle mistakes.

"And you're annoying."

You pour, watching her with a candid stare. The two of you drink in silence for a few more minutes, making the whole display seem more chore than recreational activity. Like a chess match. When she finishes, she sets her glass down with a clink, staring at the bottle like a teacher watching her student- placed in detention.

"How much is it?" She murmurs, not the subtlest hint of flush on her cheeks. You shake your head, hands on your thighs like you're in an interrogation.

"I told you already. Just go."

She stands up, eyeing you, putting her mind to it. Resolve, or something. Then she turns and goes. You watch her for a while, but not enough to see her shadow blend into the night sky. You're busy inspecting the bottle, lifting it up and scanning the sides like there's writing imprinted there.

Lee Saerom. You wonder how this is going to twist your fate.

You close shop.

When the next day arrives, truth be told, you've just about forgotten about the whole incident. It's mundane, this life of yours, with sleepless nights and early mornings, so most of the day is just going through the motions, reshuffling shelves like you have nothing better to do, which is more fact than simile.

The fact of the matter is, you're kind of stuck here. Serving the occasional customers with a casual smile, making sure everything is in its place not because it compels you to, but because it's more entertaining than literally anything else.

So even though you feel like you should be energised, maybe even excited when she enters the store a little after dinner time, you're really more annoyed than anything else that she's once again abusing the space in your head you didn't know she already settled into.

It's akin to fleas, really. You're not pissed, just… bothered.

You're not really sure what you're doing when she struts in, confident and all, seemingly reenergised after a day of rest. You're reshuffling this little box of boxes around by the counter like they aren't all the same, kind of spacing out.

And that's how she goes, one foot in front of the other- a familiar pair of black leather boots. She's not clad in just leather this time, but it's adjacent: baggy black jeans below a tightly-fitted black cotton crop top. You try not to linger too long on her exposed midriff, at the absolute definition of her iron core you're now seeing for the first time- moving to meet her eyes.

And they're metaphorically as pink as they can be. Staring at you with intensity- bright, arresting.

You click your tongue.

"You."

"Hi," Saerom starts, a little too jubilant. She takes a step forward, then stops, like there's a line drawn on the ground.

"You're back."

She jerks her thumb back in the direction of the glass doors. "I'm here before closing time, aren't I?"

You blink, once, face stoic. You turn back to your boxes, sliding the last one of the pointless charm toys in place before setting it next to the counter.

"Sure."

Saerom nods, the tension in her legs easing as she steps forward slowly, browsing your wares. You do your best to ignore her, pulling out your notebook and checking the delivery list for the umpteenth time. But you keep her in the corner of your vision. Like you're browsing over her, but playing coy.

"How's business?" She asks slowly, walking by the instant ramen shelf and scanning each row slowly, like she's never seen the products before.

"Standard," you drawl.

"And how much did you make?"

"Enough," you reply, settling your hands on the counter, taking on a more professional stance. She glances over and wrinkles her nose, and you relent. She frowns a little when you tell her the exact amount, not a large sum by any means.

"That's…"

"Pathetic?" You cut straight to the chase.

"No…," she shakes her head hurriedly, "just… unrewarding."

"It is what it is."

She turns back to the shelf, continuing what seems to be like an inspection. "You're weird too, you know."

You blink. "How?"

"For starters? You don't look like you belong here. You're no typical convenience store owner. None of them have your eyes, that gaze."

You won't point out the irony, just that her objectives seem clearer today. And come on, everyone plays that trick. You're different from the others.

"Whatever it is you're here to do, get over with it."

"Sorry?"

"You're gonna rob me. Just take whatever it is you want, and get it over with. I'll even open the register for you."

She narrows her gaze, her eyes changing from rounded orbs to sharp slits.

"I told you, I'm not here to rob you."

"Then what are you really here for?" You ask immediately, "approaching someone like this, without preamble?"

"Honestly?" She shrugs her shoulders, arms rising up by her sides to form a 'w'. "I have no real clue either."

You try not to stare at the broadness of her shoulders, or the nice smooth shape of her arms in that top. She looks just as lost on the subject as you are, which is weird, because it feels like she'd be the teacher in this scenario. "Huh?"

"I don't know. Really. Usually things are simpler, more routine than this, but I feel compelled to stick around for a while."

You frown, confused. "So approaching random convenience store owners is routine for you? You must have gone through a lot of them, then, considering what you said earlier."

She doesn't reply, at least not with something concrete. No sarcastic statement or upfront denial. Just the slightest of chuckles, like you don't know any better.

Clearly, something's up. Even if neither of you bother to address it. She's somewhere else, far and away, at some infeasible distance. The next few moments are silence again, with you watching and her browsing.

"You uh, keep these completely stocked? All the time?"

Well, it's not like you had anything better to do. "I like to keep things neat and pretty."

"Clearly. But this is… extreme."

You really don't know where you're going with this, or if there's any directions on her compass. She seems entertained, even lightly bobbing her head to the tunes you've set to play.

You bite the inside of your cheek, turning away and heading to the backroom. Once you enclose yourself in your office, you get a few moments by yourself, where you can stare at the reflections on your office computer screen.

Whatever she's doing to you, you're not sure you like. Whatever her game is, it's not one you've played before. And you almost gather the courage, too. But when you return, she's already by the counter, waiting patiently for you to attend to her. Another bottle rests next to the register.

"I got it this time," she says, and you shake your head, trying to clear it. Address it. You head over professionally, attending to her like you would any other customer.

"Two-thousand won."

She hands her cash over, and you make an effort to smoothen out the folded crease a little before you slip it into the register.

Behind the counter, Saerom bounces on the balls of her feet a little, enough to distract you. Which, strangely enough, seems to be exactly what she's aiming for.

"Want a drink?" Saerom asks, jerking her thumb now in the direction of the seats outside.

You glance at her, then at the table, then back to the rest of your store.

—

"So, living with your mother, and dad's not around."

"Yeah."

"Must be exhausting."

You set down your glass, glancing around at the street. It's emptier than usual today.

"You get used to it."

"Yeah, I guess," she replies, looking like she doesn't quite believe you.

You let out a measured breath, slow through your nose. It's days like these where time feels fast yet simultaneously slow. Paradoxical. A day that doesn't seem fussed to end, yet time just trudges on relentlessly, leaving you tired, exhausted. Unfulfilled.

"I thought that maybe you grew up here."

And isn't that exactly how it seems? Like you're meant to be here, to do a service, even if it's against your own will. It's not like every waking moment is painful, unbearable. Just that you're always occupied by something you have to be doing rather than something you want to do.

But that's still just the pace of life. Long, drawn out paragraphs that don't really go anywhere.

"I moved back when my family needed help. I led a… different life in the city."

"Sounds like you miss it."

"A little. But I'm not sure if that life was meant for me."

"I… get that."

You meet her eyes for a couple moments. Neutral.

"And you? What are you doing here? The real reason, not I don't know."

Saerom casts her eyes to the side for a moment, then back to you. It's oddly noticeable, the way her thoughts run into moments.

"I'm searching… for something. I don't know what. Truthfully. Don't even know what I'm supposed to be looking out for. Something to direct my life's meaning- some cliche like that. I keep waiting for a hint, a compass, something to point me forward."

"So you're one of those wandering souls?"

"In a literal sense, I guess."

"And you chose here. At a convenience store. Harassing the owner."

She flattens her lips. "We were just starting to get along."

The corner of your lip twitches slightly, in amusement. "Why?"

"Something feels different here. I don't know if it's you, or this town, but there's just a speckle of something unnameable."

"Je ne sais quoi," you mutter.

"Yeah, I think. It keeps me staying. Watching."

You tense slightly. Sitting up a little straighter. Bottle half empty, nearly forgotten. Diffusion.

"Maybe you just have a thing for evening soju in the middle of nowhere."

She laughs a little, short, but it's there. Ridiculous in itself, her airy voice goes lighter for just a touch. It's almost cute.

But let it be known, you still don't trust her at all.

The way it's obvious she knows more than she's letting on?

"Maybe," she says finally, eyes cast down to the table. She seems almost drained, like it's been a long day for her too. It's an odd reflection you're peering at.

You pour for both of you.

"I want to escape."

Your hand pauses, an inquisitive look crossing your features.

"I want to get away from what I have to do. Everything my life has been about. The purpose that was meant for me. I don't enjoy it. I want to leave it. Service. Duty. Whatever it is. That's what I'm trying to find."

Definitely caught you a little off guard. You don't really have a reply prepared, so it's just, "Sounds like a painful search."

"It's been a job. Feels like you'd know something similar," she says with a small smile, wide lips curving. "You know, since you're seemingly stuck in a bad place as well."

"I'm surviving," you say stiffly.

"Sure you are. But you get it, don't you? Doing something long enough that nothing feels fresh anymore, and yet, with no clear end in sight, you have no idea how far along the line you are? Whether you've barely started on this final journey, or nearing the road's end?"

You resume pouring, at this point a defence mechanism. She picks up her glass, at ease, even offering you a moment to clink them together.

The truth of it, truth- it's always evolving. There's no real wrong or right, just the given definitions at any point in time, ruled by context. So who's to say who's really correct at its most atomic level? So maybe she's right, all-knowing.

Or maybe the calmer, certain way she leaves that night, offering a proper smile and even a small wave- maybe it's all wrong. Maybe she's mistaken, made an error in judgement. And the truth is the first two days feel like admin. Like settling into a new environment, a new normal. A workplace where you have to get friendly with the new hires, the new developments around. Computing the new names into the database.

Which doesn't explain everything after being more than it has any right to be.

-

call it conflict, as you should. and you ain't gonna stop this, stop this. stop this.

-

Her routine gets earlier and earlier. Like getting adjusted to a new waking schedule. She doesn't come shrouded in the darkness anymore, appearing like a cloudy wisp of smoke. No. Now she appears during the day, still clad in all the black leather of course, like a motif, but now illuminated by the sun, cast down on her soft white skin.

She makes herself busy with it all, taking a seat by the usual spot, and doing what must be whatever her real job is, on her notebook or her tablet, writing down and putting lines through the idea of names. All with a slightly chewed lip, like she's engrossed. You wish you didn't think you knew better.

But now that she's under the galaxy's biggest spotlight, you take the opportunity to really get a better look at her, proper attention and all. There's more than that wide smile to her, the lilt and tilt of her eyebrows with each expression it's an accompanying instrument to her voice. For one, she's unfairly sculpted. Shapely, firm muscle poking out of her form, lacing it in surprising strength. You notice it first with all the skin-tight black tops she wears, the way it looks like she didn't even need to try, just lucked into that genetic lottery that makes her look like she'd beat you up without much effort on her end at all. Maybe she's just that kind of girl, the one that doesn't need to do much, need to exercise extensively to strap those sinews into place.

And it does get to you. It's not perverted. It's just that her form and figure suggests more to her than just wandering around on the world's avenues. The way her back sometimes folds when she stretches her arms behind her, letting out a tired sigh, you take note of it subconsciously if you're ever caught watching.

It just makes it all so conflictingly strange. The way she only takes up lunch offers when you ask, regardless of how late it gets. How you comment that you're only going to finish up existing stock, and she replies that she'll have the same. Never chooses. Not once. Oddly agreeable. And you dislike the way you find your eyes travelling over her when not even time seems to move in the dead of day, mostly eyeing her back, and occasionally even trying lower.

Sometimes the eggshell cracks. Sometimes you catch her in a raw moment, staring blankly at the empty street, like her thoughts are playing out like a video tape in front of her. She's thinking, pondering, and you can't shake the feeling that she's really going through something in their moments, the feeling that you should go over to give her a pat on the back.

You ask her what she's doing, once. Just out of bugging interest, because it seems to be keeping her permanently glued to her notebook and screen, whatever she's working on. Sometimes you think you see a map. Something geographical, topographical. Other times you think maybe it's a web, whatever she's writing down, ensnaring onto her notebook. It makes you curious.

"Didn't know you were that interested in me," she glances up for a fraction of a second, flashing that irritating smile, "and my personal affairs."

You narrow your eyes. "Seriously?"

She glances up again, longer this time. Her smile twists for a moment. "Sorry."

You shake your head. "You just… don't seem to be wandering. Exploring, like you said you do."

She hums, tapping her pen against the open page of her notebook rapidly. "Well, I wandered here. This is the next stop. I'm just reviewing all the places and incidents I've had before."

"Seeing if you missed something?"

"Double-checking. Like you do with your exam paper when you have free time."

You pause, tongue lining the inside of your jaw. Then you rise from your seat.

"I'm finishing the microwaveable bokkeumbap today," you mutter, turning away before she can reply, because you already know there isn't one.

-

Question. Is there a need for her to grow so perceptive? How quick does it take her to assimilate into your routine?

"You arranged the label wrong way forward. And, just so you know, you misplaced a packet of chocolate milk on the aisle before this. You stacked it with the banana milk."

Your hands slow, halting the monotonous progress of grocery loading. You blink, looking back at the instant ramen you just placed on the shelf.

She's right. You made a mistake, in the middle of this system and software you've proofread the code for a million times before. You shift the label around gently, staring at it and wondering how, when there's absolutely nothing better to think of at all.

"Good catch," you say. Behind you, she's still there, in the store, maybe to enjoy air conditioning, maybe just to occupy that metaphysical space. Arms crossed, legs crossed, leaning back against the high meal table mounted against the glass wall. She smirks, or something, a rustle of leather behind you suggesting she's adjusting her position.

Your hands resume their work, more in the present now, doing that no-nonsense, fastidious composition, and that iron fist you rule your convenience store with.

"I thought you were busy."

"I was busy. Finished it."

"So soon?"

"You can only check your work so many times before you succumb to the urge to just submit it."

You arrange the next cup carefully, fingers away with lasting tension, like you're playing Jenga. "Guess it wasn't so important."

She makes a slight, meaningless noise. Lets the bright white lights, which should heat like the sun, beam in the cool air.

"So you have nothing better to do than hound me behind my back?" You say next, when the pause gets to you. You feel like, in your blind spot, she's probably smiling, like she's caught you.

"I'm making sure you don't make a mistake. You know, keeping everything nice and organised, the way you're enforcing it?"

You snort, diffusive, wondering when the heat of her gaze got so warm on the nape of your neck. "Please don't. I preferred it when you gave less of a hoot. This is… nauseatingly suffocating."

"Oh come on," Saerom huffs, "Get out of your comfort zone a little. And it's not a bad thing. It just means we're getting closer."

"That is most definitely a bad thing."

Her retort is quick. "You need to remove that stick lodged up your ass."

And you take her by surprise, because your response to that is a loud laugh, sudden, echoing in the centimetres of space.

"What?" She frowns.

You glance behind. "You made a good point."

Saerom snorts, shaking her head with a grin. You turn back to your work, a slight curl to your own lip. It comes naturally, because you're actually humoured.

The next time she speaks, her voice is nearer. "You look like you need a break."

"I'd take a break from my job if I could."

"I'm not talking about a break from your entire job. I'm talking about a break from forcing yourself into whatever this is. Needing everything to be so calculated, so prepared. What's this entire display for?"

You scratch your finger against one of the shelves. "… It's a habit."

"Well, time to break it then."

"It's not a bad habit."

"But it's a pointless one. I've been here the whole afternoon. You've had barely anyone. There's no logical need for this."

"There's standards."

"Standards set by who? You're the only convenience store owner sweeping the floor tiles three times a day."

You turn to squint at her. "Are you my performance reviewer?"

Saerom rolls her eyes. She takes another step forward, before crouching down to your level. From here, the slight scent of roses you sometimes catch in passing is more prominent. "Look. The way you're doing things here. It's unbearably performative. Whatever the reason is, it's like big brother is watching your every move at all times. It's not normal. I mean, you haven't even switched up the playlist you have on in days. Same five songs, on constant repeat."

You straighten your back, turning your body to face her. "What's wrong with the songs?"

She blinks. "Nothing. I'm not saying they're bad songs. They're pretty good, actually. But they've been on loop for days. Like you don't care that they've been drumming into your brain."

"I like those songs."

She frowns. "And there's nothing wrong with that? But isn't it driving you even a little crazy? This repetition on loop?"

The actual answer is that the repetition is the only thing keeping you sane, keeping you rooted in each moment without needing more nonsensical thought.

It's noisy, at times, the silence. When you're trying to accomplish something, get something done.

"I'm not changing the songs."

She raises an eyebrow, because she doesn't get it. "Fine. Just manage your sanity properly. For your own sake."

"No promises," you say, because it's more about her now. And also because she has a point. That maybe she might have skirted past it, but there are notes here, between the both of you, something neither can conceal suitably well without it leaking through the gaps.

Saerom sighs. Stands back up, till sight is nearly fully vertical. It's obvious from the next movement of her lips that she's about to change topics, but it doesn't look like she wants to, but rather that she's moving on for some greater good.

"So uh… what about the usual?"

Your head tilts. "Is that what we're calling it now? Regardless, do I look like I'm free?"

"You could be."

"Ha."

Saerom sighs, stepping even closer. "Give some of it here. I'll help you."

"What? Hey-" you hiss as she reaches down for the basket of goods by your side.

"You don't want free labour?" She raises an eyebrow skeptically. You watch her apprehensively. Raise a finger like you're real threatening.

"Don't screw it up."

"Yeah, yeah, like it's that easy."

She's quick. Efficient. You keep watch out of the corner of your eye, like you expect her to nick a packet of ramen or banana milk. But she arranges like she's seen this a million times before, which she definitely has.

"Hey. Careful."

Saerom gives you a look, then, holding it, proceeds to set down the next ramen packet with a little more force than necessary.

You smirk.

-

Her presence isn't always constant. A couple days here and there, she doesn't show up. The first time, you think she's moved on. You keep the lights on, all the way till closing time and then some. You should feel relieved.

Then she returned the next day, saying she was busy. You made some half-assed joke about having your hopes crushed, but noticing how there was vibrancy that day. Skin more flushed, eyes brighter. But drooped. She looks refreshed, but only physically. Her eyes look taxed.

You gave her an easier time that day. Or maybe you're warming up to her.

And the thing is, she's there when it's your turn to have a sleepy day. When you have your head down, on the table, nearly asleep, the jingling chime of the door tells you that she's here to keep you up.

"Holy hell," is the first thing she says when she sees the sorry state you are in, because something genuinely looks wrong. A person like you, with their head on the counter? Falling asleep? You know it too, which is why you sit up immediately, blinking with unfocused eyes.

She speaks before you can mumble anything out. "You look like you need a break."

You scratch at your slightly crusted eyes, holding in a yawn like it matters. "I don't get breaks."

"I know that." She steps right up to the counter, and it's only then you notice how she's done her hair up today. She's still retaining her black top, but the sweats she has on are grey today. She looks oddly… presentable.

"I'm saying, you should get one soon. Take a day off."

"No," you shoot down immediately.

"You're literally falling asleep at your desk. You need it."

"No, I can't just close shop on a random day. I have duties. Customers."

"I'll cover for you."

"I said n- what?"

She shrugs. "It could even be today. Really. I'll cover for you for a day."

You stare, frown, then narrow your eyes. So that's it. "Oh."

"Oh?"

You raise your finger, shaking it next to your head like you've figured something out.

"Oho."

"Oho…," Saerom bobs her head.

"Oh yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I get it now. You think you've gotten me good, huh?"

"What?"

"You really think I'll just let you get behind my register, let you operate my shop. You thought you played it well, did you? That you managed to slip by my defenses?"

Her voice lifts, light as it already is, till it's almost a whine. "Oh come on, not this ag-"

"You think you're clever, don't you. Think you'll get away with this? You didn't have to play so long just to rob me, you know."

"For all that is evil in the world, I'm not going to rob you."

"Sure."

"I'm trying to be nice!"

"Sure."

"Oh fuck you."

"S-listen. I'm onto you, so you can take your manipulative kindness and shove it."

"Give me a break. I'm being genuine here. Scout's honour, or whatever. Dumping my olive branch is a dick move."

"Uh huh."

"Besides, it's for you anyway. I don't get anything out of this-"

"Free access to everything I've earned doesn't count as anything?"

"Considering the likely measly sum, yes."

You pause. She isn't wrong.

"You need a break. You look the part, act the part. Trust me. Even one day off. It does wonders. Just look at me. I've been taking breaks, and I know for a fact my skin looks better in the morning."

She even pinches a little bit of flesh between thumb and forefinger to prove her point, while you offer only a wry smile.

"Debatable," you jest. She rolls her eyes.

"Tell me genuinely that you hate the idea of a day off."

"I don't hate the idea-"

"Then take the offer! I won't rob you. Anyway I can prove it, I will. Check the register tomorrow. Do routine checks. Put a tracker on me if you have one. I don't care. What else do you need? My social security number?"

You purse your lips. "Don't fucking try anything."

"Get the fuck out of here," Saerom replies, jerking her whole arm in the direction of the door.

"Without me teaching you how to operate anything first?"

She deadpans. "I know what to do. I've been learning by diffusion. Watching you every day, literally ad nauseam. It's really not that difficult."

Ouch, pride.

"Show me," you cross your arms. Saerom slumps her shoulders forward lazily, but heads for the counter.

"And put on the tag," you interject. She raises an eyebrow, searching around cluelessly for a few moments before she spots it, picking it up and lifting it to the light like it's a rare diamond.

"Seriously? Assistant? Nameless?"

"Just put it on. On the spare uniform, which is in the back."

She pouts, before crossing her gaze and muttering agitatedly about putting her name on it later, something you don't catch.

And yes, it is an ego check to learn that she really does know what she's doing, that she can already do everything you've been doing for what feels like the past eon.

"I'm watching you," you jerk two fingers in her direction as you make your way out; one final attempt at establishing proper authority. It's the first time you're taking off your uniform proper, since it feels like you practically sleep with it on at home. So the reality is that you have a smile on, however slight.

Saerom shakes her head as she leaves, and watching her, seated behind the counter with that soft-eyed look, organised in her matching uniform, you can't help but think that you trust her.

And she looks like she gets it.

-

and she walks down, I notice how she does it for real now.

-

The next day in, walking down the street, you find yourself humming. Which is awkward at first, because it feels like a skill you nearly forgot. It's not that it isn't there, but it's kind of stepping up onto a bike when it's been ten years since you've ridden one.

You don't even remember the last time you had time for an actual morning routine.

Every moment feels more precious, renewed and different from the way it was before. Your hands are moving to a rhythm you don't remember remembering, feet dancing to a tune too old.

But it's all still there. Not to be labelled as the past, because there's still hope of going back to it. It's in the way you walk towards the store, basket in hand. The things you wanted to do, the things you wish you had time for- getting the time to actually do them is a different kind of satisfaction.

And it's in the way you cross the threshold, into the store, and you see her there, slumped over the counter like you were previous, asleep. And where you'd usually say something, smart and sharp, for once you just smirk.

She doesn't even rise when the motion sensor alarm rings. Not all the way till you're by the counter, unpacking your basket, setting each Tupperware box down softly.

And it's comical, because her nose wakes up first, twitching for a moment before she stumbles into the present, hands pushing herself up forcefully and blinking.

"Good morning," you tease, lips soft, upturned.

"Uh- I was… awake."

"Right," you say, "clearly. You even forgot to close shop. Definitely fully awake."

She sighs tiredly, eyes half shut like the last thing she wants to hear is you chiding her once again.

"So, how was the night shift?"

"Boring," she murmurs, rubbing her eyes. "But I made quite a bit."

"Yeah right."

"See for yourself," Saerom yawns, waving offhandedly.

You raise an eyebrow, crossing over and opening the cash register. And no, you don't crack a joke about how there isn't anything left, because she was right. She made a suspiciously good amount of money.

"The hell?"

"Uh huh," She stretches now, her lean figure tensing its curves.

"Business that good?"

"Guess so."

"Huh." You don't know how, and you'll definitely question it, but not now.

"Here."

"Wuzzat." She blinks slowly, eyes still not processing anything in the real world.

"Take a good look."

She waves her hand in front of her eyes for a couple of moments, and immediately the fog behind them clear. Then she sees the pair of chopsticks you're offering her.

"Is that… breakfast?"

"Mom's recipe. You can trust it. No poison."

"You made breakfast. For me."

"I used to make breakfast whenever I had the time. For mum, and stuff. So it's more like I made extra, rather than me making it specifically for you."

"Oh, don't downplay it."

"I can take it away and keep it for my own lunch, if you'd prefer-"

"Hey! Don't! Just… give it here."

You scoff, handing the utensils over, then gently unlatch the various boxes.

"Gyeran-mari?" Saerom raises an eyebrow as you unveil the first box. You tense, preparing for verbal self defence.

"What? It's my favourite."

"Huh."

"It's filling…. savoury."

"Like a lot wrapped in one," she comments. You nod. You move on to the next box, and she names each dish that appears like she's only seen them on cooking shows on tv, never in real life.

"Sigeumchi-namul."

"Eomuk-bokkeum."

"And kimchi, of course."

You watch her curiously, opening the last box slowly like there's a hidden surprise and you need to tease a reaction first-

"Bap." She says simply, and the two of you share a chuckle.

"Bap," you repeat, the sounds obnoxious in the empty space. You slide the glass container of rice over, and she rolls her sleeves up, propping her wrists against the table, hands suspended in anticipation.

"I hope your cooking is good."

"Just shut up and eat."

And yeah, you get good reactions. She tries the egg dish first, and her eyes slip shut for a few moments as she chews, like it's overcoming her all at once. It makes you smirk. A little pride, a little something more.

You watch her eat silently, taking in all her hums, hems, haws. Draw a chair so you can sit opposite her, watch closer. She points excitedly at the fishcakes, nodding, and you can't help but stare a little. She looks real here.

"Good, right?"

"My god, it tastes better after a long day of work."

"It definitely does." You agree, with personal experience to back it up.

"Mom recipes can't be defeated," Saerom remarks, shaking her head in what seems like disbelief.

"Yeah, but you've got to at least pay some compliments to the chef."

"Knowing you, it took no effort. You probably just copied the method your mother taught you. Even I could do that."

You click your tongue, but decide to not let it get to your head. You rise from your seat, ready to take over.

"Close the boxes when you're done. I'll bring them back for washing. And you can leave. Good shift. You did well."

"Dang. Knowing you'd that's a rare compliment."

"It is. But you've deserved it. I was checking in on you from time to time on the cameras."

Her eyes go comically wide for a few moments, but she narrows them soon after. "So you didn't trust me."

"Just making sure you didn't get robbed or anything, you know? Strangers in the night?"

Saerom looks like she might sock you in the face. "Wow, a joke. So many new developments today."

You cross over, behind the counter, behind her, a slightly perturbed expression and a curious question in your head about when this tennis match between the two of you will end.

You're not sure how she grew on you, quick, over a meal. Maybe it's magic, witchcraft. Or maybe that's the way of the world.

"Hey," she interrupts, and you turn your head to face her curiously. You do a double take, because where her expression was amused earlier, now it's stiffer. Her irises are darker, stiller.

"What?"

"About the shift, I went to the backroom last night."

You pause to think for a couple pensive moments. "What's wrong with that?"

"The songs."

You freeze like you're playing ice tag. You already know what she's going to say next, what she discovered.

"I found the songs you've always been playing. Your playlist was on. The songs… they… they're yours."

Your gaze falls to hers slowly. Almost painfully slow. And the fantasy is, the both of you are sinking deeper, towards the truth.

-

We're running in the moonlight. Could you show me the way, again?

-

In the backroom, the lights are off. Only illuminated by the blue light of the computer screen in front of you, your little duo staring at the screen, unmoving like it holds the answer to the world.

"So…," Saerom starts, staring at the evidence clear as day.

"They're mine," you murmur, admitting it is a weight thudding against the bottom of your heart. "How'd you figure it out?"

"You have verified artist on your profile."

You wince. "Right."

"I didn't even think about the possibility," she hurries on, like she's urging to find an explanation, "it… doesn't sound like you."

"It doesn't," you agree, "but that was me before. I used to sing."

"Back in the life you led before this?"

"Yeah. But something happened along the way. I had to come back, and, well… I lost my voice."

Saerom turns her wide-eyed gaze to you, quick. "What?"

You glance back at her, obvious that it's not something your heart wants to bring up.

Saerom swallows. "So you can't anymore."

You shake your head. You made a mistake. Once. That was it. An accident. And now-

Saerom shivers.

"Is there no way to fix it?"

You shake your head. No amount of money could atone for what you lost.

"So you're locked out. From what you really want to do, right?"

"It is what it is," you reply simply.

"And you just play your same songs, over and over again?"

You stiffen your posture. "It lets me hang on to it. A little. It… keeps me sane."

And maybe she thinks you're spitballing, and maybe you are, because her eyes don't sink, just stays for a couple moments like there's more behind her gaze.

"Yeah, that. I guess."

You watch, till it gets to the tilt of her shoulders as you push her to explain. She blinks away for a second as she starts.

"Doesn't it feel… caged? I mean, sure if they were just songs you really liked, but this doesn't feel like therapy. It feels like… prison. Like you're just spinning."

And a part of you dislikes how you're considering her words, the precision with which she uses them; it feels indicative.

You go back to watching the playlist, away from her. Each song listed on that little screen in front of you seems to take on a different meaning now that she's brought them forward. Your past looks different. And you're not sure how to unravel the complex, gut feeling you get.

"They're not all mine," you start. "Some are covers. Songs I enjoyed, wanted to try my own voice at. They remind me of something I used to enjoy. Regardless of how things have changed, they're still something… happy for me."

"Did you ever perform?"

You nod. "Whenever I had the chance."

"And you miss it?"

"Dearly," you reply, being truthful to your own soul, "but there's no point in missing something that can't come back."

Saerom shifts her footing a little, like she's about to take a step back. It's clear from her posture that she's still anticipating something, acting like she's not looking at the back of a cover, but a sentence that has an em dash, a connection.

"You seem… less affected than I thought you would be."

"It's not about being less affected. It's getting accustomed to it. To life without what you lost."

-

When you close the backroom door behind you, you look down at the door handle with a sense of finality. It's not like anything's changed, bringing it all out into the open. It's not like the value of anything changes either. You just feel vindicated. That you made the right decision. That there was never a need to discuss how important what you used to have was, how it made you feel. Never a need to revisit the mistake or slip of fate that led you here. Because the only scale to that value is known to yourself.

So it's a complex feeling when you turn to face Saerom, and she's just there, standing somewhere past the counter, back faced towards you. She's still, unmoving, like her presence isn't really all there. You mean to say something, something witty to convert the atmosphere, away from what it was and back to that unfocused state where nothing really needed to be addressed.

And still, you can't help but observe, realise what she's really doing right before your own ignorance can save you.

She's listening. To the songs. For real this time, reading you from the notes. And watching her trying to absorb your history makes you shudder.

"Stop that."

Saerom's shoulders jerk, like she's startled. All she does is turn her head to face you, eyes wide like she can't believe what you mean.

"Stop that. Just sinking into it all. I left it behind for a reason."

And for once her eyes seem to fall, taking on this tired, exhausted look like she doesn't get why things have to progress this way.

"But it's important."

You press your hands to your sides. "Whether it's important or not shouldn't matter to you."

"But-"

"You haven't explained a thing, you know that? Why you're here, in front of me- why you're staying. You're anchored here, to me, for some goddamn unknown reason, and you haven't told me why. So what is it? Because any other person would have just gone."

And no, this time there's no masking it. How your interjection gets to her, how it cuts deeper. The thing is, you've been thinking too, and there's a reason she's here. And you want to know, not because you care if it's about you. But because you want to know if you want to keep her around.

And you see how easy she is to read, for once. Like your eyes have finally been opened, a veil that once covered them now removed. The way her head turns back first, lowering, before her body follows -slightly slumped- turned to you like she's about to reveal a big secret. The way her shoulders inch towards each other, like she's trying to fold in half, it's nothing you thought you'd ever see, but it's her. And in a second, you think that at that specific moment, she possessed more courage than you.

"I'm a succubus."

You don't need to hear the pin drop. If anything, everything seems to get louder. And that, well…

"A… succubus," you intonate slowly. She nods.

"As in…"

"Yes. No bullshit. Life-draining, sex-fiend succubus."

You cough, clear your throat, cast your eyes to the side. "That's a new one."

She all but shrinks, head tilted back, eyes closed, a wince. "This was not how I imagined things would go."

"Clearly."

She opens her eyes tiredly, like she's had this conversation before. That the realisation of what she is should hit harder, on a tone of ridicule, but the truth is, this time you hold her, because fine. That's the truth. That she's as much navigating this as you are.

"So that explains it then. What was so off about you."

Saerom frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Why you never felt real. Like you couldn't decide which role you were playing into."

She stills, eyes wide, like her nerves are acting up.

"Like me, I guess you couldn't figure out who you wanted to be."

She swallows, eyes welling up, looking like something is about to spill from them. Even if it doesn't come. "I'm not a good succubus."

You raise an eyebrow, nearing a smirk. "Is there such a thing?"

She clicks her tongue. "That's obviously not what I mean. Like you, I have a job to do. A role to fulfil. Regardless of whether I enjoy it or not, I have an obligation. Can't quit. And, like you, I don't fit. Drawing them in, taking from them… I'm not like the others. I don't… derive pleasure from it."

"Sounds like you had a hard time. Or that maybe you got ousted."

She shakes her head, eyes trailing towards the floor. "I died."

You pause.

"I didn't much care when it happened. All I was thinking of was escape. And when the opportunity came, I wound up outside Death's door, asking for reincarnation. A change."

"What'd he say?"

"That I didn't do enough. That I didn't play well enough into the role that had been carved out for me, and that I was to start over again. I begged for any other option."

"And?"

"I'm here. On a quest, to find someone, as per his instructions."

"A convenience store owner at a GS25 store?"

"I have no clue. It could have been any store. All I've been doing since is searching."

"So why the hold up here?"

"Because you didn't respond like the others. You're different."

You scoff. "You're saying I'm the one?"

"I don't know! I could be wrong, for all I know. Maybe you're just weird. But the others didn't respond the way you did, didn't… brush me away like they could see beneath my skin."

You blink. Breathe. "Sounds like you had it hard."

She sighs, a sound of yearning and the motion of trembling lips. "I can't do it. Taking. Stealing. Manipulating. It's not me. I don't know why they couldn't make me simpler, a person who cares less, who can just see them as things that just come and go."

"And the ones you've already taken? The bodies you've left behind?"

Saerom stares, watching like she's realising you have most of it figured out as well, and quivering like you have the power to put her on the spot and pin her there.

"They- they were a given. I didn't have a choice. It's about sustenance… I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't absolutely necessary-"

"I believe you."

Her mouth hangs open.

"You said it yourself. You don't fit."

And in a fictitious world, where the rules of reality and magic blend together with myth and misfortune, where things should be easier, the answer is this: what matters is her own story.

"You're looking for your way out. Your escape. And I don't have the right to control how you want to get there. You're right. We're similar."

Saerom looks conflicted. Like you said something right, that she likes, but for it all the last thing she expected was for you to simply agree.

But it's true; the two of you wandered here. Be it by fate or forced pathways, the both of you reached the end of the maze. At the same time. And you want to see for real.

"Show me," you murmur, stepping forward, to her, instead of away. If you closing the distance startles her at all, it only shows in the quiet way she straightens her posture.

"Your eyes. Show me them."

And it's a flickering moment, where she doesn't quite blink, but their fluttering movement means in the next moment, everything you thought about her was right. The pink irises, radiant and absolutely bleeding colour, an array.

And yeah, there's that magical effect. The way it draws you in, the way her pink kunzite gemstones shine, till they extract something from you you thought you lost forever. The heat of every waking moment, of being alive, something you lost the tools for.

And you realise she's here for a reason. That your hands are on her cheeks. That she's staring now, her.

And with her soft skin under the pads of your thumbs, it feels like the fabric of reality tearing the way you pull her in till her soft lips press against yours.

Her hands shoot up to your arms, grabbing them firmly like she's unsure, distracting you. For a moment, neither of you realise you're actually kissing the other, till a little more pressure gets added behind your connection, and your lips pull apart to hold hers.

And it goes to your head. Because everything about kissing her is an addiction. It feels really good, so much so that the both of you dip, her pulling her lower lip away from yours so she can kiss you again, firmer.

She's sweet. Unrealistically so. Like she coated her lips in sugar particles. And she's warm, heating up more, like your fingers are frictional charge.

She kisses you again, and again. The two of you groan, like it's a lot, fighting for air with every passing millisecond.

And when you both separate, neither of you feel like playing guess who, caring about anything deeper than the here and now.

"Show me more," you mutter, because you feel that the next page matters.

-

she lost all her money off that one bet, it's all cool, don't stress.

-

Her. Her and her luminescent pink eyes are the only thing in your entire space. Glowing like a cat's in the middle of the night, and it'd be creepy, how bright and alert they are.

"Things tend to get a little weird from here on out. It's… mostly overwhelming."

"Is it supposed to hurt?" You lean back against your mattress, hands propping yourself up, watching her stand in the doorway, incredible figure illuminated by the light of her irises.

"No," she shakes her head, figure still bundled together, "it's just… a lot. I haven't had great experiences with others that have… encountered me."

"But…?" You edge her to go on.

"But you proved me wrong once before. So we could chance it."

You tilt your head. "Sounds dangerous."

"You asked for this."

You pause. "Come into the light."

She takes a step forward, and for once you look upon her differently from all the times before. You see the beauty, of course, the natural way that's already written into her bones. The ease with which she could play herself, but chooses not to. The tenderness of the lips you just kissed.

You see the threat too. The question, "Will this break me?"

"I don't kill," she says, not in a relieving manner, but as if the actual result is worse than death.

"I just take. I need you to get stronger, to feel clear. I only need to from each person once. That's all I need, but the aftereffects are always worse for my victims."

You nod, telling her you're ready for the rub.

"You won't be able to forget me. Ever. No matter what happens to you, how many years pass, I'll always be a wisp in some part of your memory, defining your lust. I can leave, but you never will."

You swallow. "A lasting impression."

"A permanent one. I've seen it… tear people apart. Victims of other succubi, they go crazy."

You laugh, slightly nervous. "Guess I don't have much left to lose."

Saerom shakes her head again, and you're not sure she's denying you or trying to get rid of everything that binds her. "Look."

Her fingers twitch in this choreographed way, something complex and hard to discern, and you watch as a traced heart appears from her fingertips, tossed over to you with a flick of her wrist.

It lands, and your body shivers reflexively, expecting impact, but all that's there is a brief flare of warmth from the contact point.

"See? You're able to dispel it. Me. For some reason. We could try. But if you're not ready, I'll stop."

You peer into her eyes for a couple moments, trying to see the surface of the world from them. Silent moments pass, ones where your mind is ablaze. Your own nervousness has never felt so weaponised.

"I wouldn't have asked you to if I wasn't confident in myself. Go ahead."

Saerom nods, brow still furrowed, actions still a little sluggish. But she blinks a couple times, and the pinks of her eyes deepen, flush, till they start to sear the room.

And then you feel it, the brunt of her, of what she didn't want to show right from the start, because it's an emanating force, a wave that dunks you under, till even your cheeks are steaming. And the look she fixes you with; lethal. You get both the literal and metaphorical connotations. And yeah. She makes you want her.

"Cute horns," you exhale, each breath audible, heavy.

Her eyes fly up, like she can see the cute projections. She huffs.

"I can have a tail too, if that so interests you."

"I'll think about it," you reply, slowly measuring your breathing like you're getting used to thin air at high altitudes.

You affix her, position and all. You can see suppression, and you want her to let it go.

"Come take what you want."

And she's on you, crossing over, warping your room and space, everything at once, till she's straddling you, pushing herself into your lap, lips crushing down.

She kisses you strongly, absolutely no control at all, the bottled up confusion of what makes her, her.

And your hands shoot to her hips, pulling her in, lips loud in the cloudy air, hands under and up, to skin you've wanted to have hands on for a while.

She's mystifying at this distance, a danger. When her hand grasps your locks, it feels like her fingers prod directly into your brain, stimulating every good-feeling nerve there. You groan, unaccustomed, right into the shared heat of your mouths.

You go for the leather. All of it, the stuff she's always clad in. Jacket off first, a couple firm, desperate tugs, and then her nails -sharp enough to mark, but not enough to pierce- at your neck, tracing every vein. You gasp at the way she boils the blood in each artery, heating them up just for her.

She makes for your shirt, like she wants it. Off, you and all- but just as she's about to shred it up she releases. It's a tease, but you grab her wrists and hold them there, staring into the space of breakaway.

"Do it properly," you mutter, "what's up?"

She hesitates, like her wants aren't written on her swollen lips.

"I don't know."

"Don't know what?"

"I'm not sure if this is something I'm supposed to do. The only thing I'm good at and meant for."

"Seducing me?"

"Taking you. Claiming- this isn't a moment. This is more. And you have value. I don't want to just-"

"-Focus. On me. I fall deep in you, and then you can fall back. Okay?"

You make for her shirt, fingers bunching under the shockingly soft fabric, but then they pause.

"What now?" She asks apprehensively, voice soft.

"Nothing. Just… realised you could probably do away with all this much easier."

Her eyes flare for a couple moments, then she offers a shy grin, almost impish.

"I could try a little something. Full leather really isn't suitable attire for the bedroom."

"It's hot."

"Yeah, but, just keep still there. One second."

She tosses herself back, to her feet, flying all the way back to your bedroom door. She goes, slipping the door shut before a blast of pink seeps through the gaps.

You prop yourself up, suddenly very curious. And that's before you see the shadows of her feet by the door, her hesitance another tease, before you hear the audible click-clacks.

Oh. You swallow again, not sure where the salivation is coming from.

Then the door creaks open, and at first you think she's bare, when her bare arms pull through. Then you see the panda-like contrast, her pale skin, lit by her aura, and the smooth black of leather, covering her in the lewdest and lustiest places.

You blank. Because nothing should look like that. Straight shoulder length hair, down to the firm swell of her arms and the flimsy spaghetti straps of absolutely everything. Oh yeah. And the devil-shaped stockings? A nice touch.

You stare inappropriately. Very inappropriately. Everything about her like this is inappropriate. You swear, you haven't had a thought about her like this before.

Back to the top, the devious little signs of trouble peeking from her head, her pretty shoulders, the not-quite-leather-bralette that's pressed tight to her chest, meaning exposed-breast flesh everywhere. You could go on, about the deliberate leather loops and harness, but is there a point in saying instead of just staring?

"Uh," you try, try to find voice, still glued to the way her thighs are pressed together. Seriously, why is she so toned? "You should have probably started with that when we first met. It would have made it easier to rob me."

Saerom smirks, looking like this isn't the first time she's creased the leather of this outfit. "You like it?"

You point at a very obvious addition below her navel. "Is that a tattoo?"

Either a tattoo, or a graphic mark- wings shrouding a heart, spreading across her hips, the bottom of the heart disappearing beneath the small leather triangle shielding her heat. Implications? Very clear. And it's only perverted the way you dig it.

She glances down, hands still upraised. "Uh, it's kinda part of me."

"I think showing that to anybody might be a bit much for them."

Saerom grins. "So you like."

You rub the bottom of your chin thoughtfully. "Turn around for me?"

And she does, showing the line of leather that starts, at rest on her hips, and joins and disappears between her plump derrière.

And you stare for a while.

"I uh.. I guess I'm sold."

Saerom laughs, turning to face forward and crossing the distance. "So an ass man."

"For an ass like that?"

Saerom straddles you again, curling her arms around your nape. Her hips immediately take on a very suggestive, circular dance.

"You uh," you start, cheeks flushing from the proximity, "you fuck all your victims like this?"

"Only the really nice ones," she mutters, before her lips slide to yours. And the more she presses her tongue against yours, into your mouth, the more you kiss back, drink from her, the more you realise that she really is rewriting every single line of code you've had in your mental software.

And maybe she'll destroy all your hardware too, because a snap of her fingers and suddenly all your clothing is loose, falling apart like shredded rags, till the texture of her fingers are registered by the skin on your chest.

"Mmm, nice," she murmurs, pushing you further back, till you're unsupported, looking up at the nails pressed to your skin. Truth be told, you look like you'll tear and bleed at any moment. But that doesn't seem bad at all.

"Am I the prettiest thing you've seen?" She asks playfully, confident in her skills, but now also calm in herself.

"You want me to feed your ego more?" You raise an eyebrow.

She sighs, her bashful, pleased smile still ever present. "You should treat me better, you know. Considering you're going to be at my mercy for the foreseeable future."

"I like playing hard to get," you reply, hands rubbing into the smooth flesh of her thighs.

"And if you were to be honest?"

"You're hot," you blurt, "really hot."

Her eyes flash like she knows.

"I'm going to take control, okay? Drive you where I really need. But your hands can go anywhere. I'm not that cruel."

Your hands immediately move to the curve of her ass, grabbing a sizeable palmful of each cheek.

"Oh shit," you moan, and she chuckles.

"Good choice."

Honest question. "Are all succubi built like you?"

"Just shut up and serve me," she growls, and she's tugging at your head and bending forward in the same motion, directing you to her neck. Her hands are everywhere, massaging, till a hand flicks away your torn boxers and clasps around your length.

You don't get time for a surprised gasp. Only to press your lips against her scent, her taste. To consume and be consumed. Your hands squeeze hard in shock, and her only response is a delighted groan. Her strokes are quick, snappy, because it's clear she's only focusing on getting what she wants, not whether you explode all over her iridescent nails in two fifths of a heartbeat.

And no, it doesn't matter. Your fingers slip and hook around all the leather lines keeping her in place, and this is what she says:

"Tug on it, pull on it. Yes. Be rough. I like it when the leather digs into the skin."

And the thing is, knowing that you're being drained, both in the pink smoke that she inhales straight from your skin and in the leaking precum on your tip, a part of you raises that your own death shouldn't feel this good.

Your mind wonders if you care too much about her already. About how she looks like she's been waiting for this for a while.

"Shit," you cuss again, when her grip constricts and her tongue flicks across your chin, past your cheek, teeth biting on your outer lobe. Her next whisper is straight in your head- shortest distance.

"I'm going to fuck you in all the ways I shouldn't. You're going to be withered, and I won't care. Now come eat my cunt."

She pressed a hand against your chest, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in. Above you, she feels weightless, a movement of dizzying exposed skin that ends with her, straddled in the reverse direction, thighs around your head, core above, hands back towards the headboard.

It's leverage, and she's going to ride your mouth till she's satisfied. She appears upside down for a few moments, looking down at you with this primal, innate part of her, a singular middle digit pointing downwards, and you finally notice the zipper holding those leather panties or whatever she has on together. Then they come undone, magical effort alone, and then she shows you that she's pink below as well. Pink and dripping.

"That's the full picture you wanted to see, right?" She murmurs, and you nod dumbly, watching intently at the wetness clinging to her lower lips. The scent? Lavender and lust, and she only spares you a couple of seconds before she's pressing herself down.

Your lips part with ingrained obedience, and immediately you're coated. You're not sure it's supposed to sound this wet and filthy, pussy to mouth, Saerom's typically airy voice catching and hitching in moans that never quite crest.

All you know is that she has quiet strength. She's domineering, using her strength like she doesn't know she has it, keeping you under heat. Her hands go to your headboard, leaning back, using it as leverage to get a smoother angle to drown you under.

"Uhnn- ah- ahn!" She shivers, head tilted back, and you wonder if she's been suspect to this before. Her need fills you, even as she's robbing, taking it all. Even if she's consuming you for good, there'll always be something more.

You wonder if she's forgotten that you're that at all, if you're anything more than a glorified sex toy to make her pussy weep. Then you realise that yeah, you're actually there, because in the next moment you feel leather on your chest, cool leather on your thighs, and her hot lips pressed against the side of your cock.

You can't help it. You twitch, uncontrolled, nearly sputtering into her pussy. She feels oddly weightless, pressed over you like this, tongue dipping out, licking stripes, pressing rapid kisses, skills that feel like birthrights more than acquisitions.

You mean to say something. Probably fuck. It can't come. And that's before her lips trail up, popping the head of your cock between her lips and giving every sensitive gland a firm swirl.

You mean to cry out. But her cheeks are already hollowing, head already dipping, taking so much of your length in she seems to be trying to kill herself with cock alone.

"We can definitely work with this," you hear faintly, in between her light gasps as you strike her nerves. Then she's back on you again, tongue and all, something rehearsed, preplanned, like she always meant to get you here.

And it really only takes a couple more bobs for her to get all the way down, for her warmth to hit every possible nerve and patch of skin. Her nails scratch against your balls, almost irritatingly, a constant added pleasure. And she's better than them all. A pro. A toy. A sex-olympian or whatever-other.

It's evident in the way it all bubbles to your head, and you couldn't be less concerned about how bowlegged you'll be after it all. And the evidence to that evidence is the way your hands are all over her skin, the leather, the difference in textures and the difference in her.

There's only the slightest shlick as she bobs her head down, her lips sealed tight, focused. Only the subtle sounds of mutual servicing that needs a proper ear to hear. A stupid thought enters your mind, of whether she's able to suck your soul or whatever she needs right out from your penis. A thought like a self defense mechanism, anything to escape the right now, the fact that she's very quickly working you up.

She's ruthless, her assault quick and premeditated. She's firm, applying suction with force, treating you as nothing more than a toy for her pleasure, which is ironic, considering you're receiving.

You have to remind yourself to concentrate, train yourself to attack back harder, faster. Lash firmer against her plump pussy lips, around the hooded clit that's barely peeking out from between them.

Her thighs quiver once, twice. She doesn't quite get there, but it tells you you're on the right track. You double up, double down, working her taste into your tongue till it becomes memory.

"Fuck," she gasps, for a barely registered moment. You almost get more from her, cracking her natural dominance of you, but she pulls away her hips rising up and above like she's afraid of the contact.

Her mouth flies off as well, stringing spit, the hold on your throbbing length returning and turning iron. You hiss, all the blood rushing in too many directions at once, and that's before she spins around, commandeering your powerless soul.

Black. Pale white. And your eyes catch the slightest hint of that damn lecherous tattoo before she sinks.

And you're not sure how you're able to feel quite so much in a singular moment. In this world, there's incredible joy, the uplifting kind that overtakes the whole body. There's incredible pain, searing, screaming. But Saerom's cunt sinking down in an effortlessly smooth motion? That's something else altogether, the heat and feeling of actually losing something, of having it ripped away and yet getting more than you could ever desire.

You'll admit, you had reservations. But here she is, proving it to you; focus on what matters, not what is to come or what there is to lose.

It feels weird. You think you should be the one grabbing onto her wrists the way she's doing to you now, keeping them pinned above your head as she grinds down, biting down on her lower lip like she'll draw blood.

It's in her gaze, narrow as her hips draw a circle, making sure you bathe fully in her intense warmth. It's in her stare, the way she's telling you to not get distracted, to forget what's long lost, to forget anything and everything, to focus on the way she's stealing everything you have to offer.

"Oh fuck," she goes.

You mean to gasp, or moan, let out a breath, but then her hips start moving, moving on to the drumbeat of her ass clapping against your hips.

"Guh," you think you say, but she's already two lines ahead of you.

"Stay right fucking there. Right while I fuck you like I mean it."

Rise and fall. Breach and sink. The scrape of her leather straps against your skin, a pleasant irritation. The feel of her radiating skin? As if you need any more muddled thoughts. And her teeth, seemingly sharpening, ready to sink her fangs and draw blood. Vampirically.

Empirically, the pink lines, you wonder if they mean anything.

Or if the sinking heat, every fuck, every motion means nothing in the grand scheme of things.

"You're going to give me everything. Spurt all that cum helplessly into my pussy till you're begging for a pause."

You're not able to fight her off. In any sense. The truth is, she'll dominate who you really are, so your arms, weakly pushing against her firm muscle, her supple flesh, grasping at her shoulders, her curves like a lewd man grabbing at ass, they mean nothing.

There's only the nauseating sound of her ass clapping down, her sizeable arse jiggling in all the evilest ways. Her hair, shorter locks swaying left and right over her shadowed features. And her eyes pink, watching you lovingly as her pussy constricts and hugs, the tight, hot flesh.

And it's because she's covering every inch of your skin. Your hands scrabble at the tight strip around her chest, going over underboob and overboob and everything's basically exposed, and still she says, "Good choice."

Because in the next moment it comes undone, burning away in pink flames, and her tits are in your palms.

She's growling, grunting, snarling. An animal, animalistic tendencies, like this is caveman sex. Her pussy tightens, her thighs clamp, her nails spell out her name across your chest. Is this identification? Or declaration?

You pinch her nipples and she dares to shudder, to twist away like you have her. But the joke here is you, hands greedy, squeezing her breasts like you'll die today (you might), mouth with a newfound insatiable hunger for her.

You try pulling her down. Her hips clap once, breaking free, but on the second try her neck comes to you.

"Mmm," she hums, as you start lapping, "you know, you feel really good."

You don't know what she's playing at, lifting your spirit with lustful words. You don't know if you care. You'd repeat verbatim her admission, because the way her cunt is wrapped around your cock is too perfect.

Even her sweat is sweet on your tongue. The line of her abs, the fullness of her thighs, the definition in her arms, the truth is she's built perfectly for this, even if she herself isn't, is something better.

You can feel every movement. Feel the way her pussy lips press firm against the base of your shaft with every downstroke, the way fucking her is a filthy pleasure, the way you want nothing more than to hear her light tones in disarray, to hear more of her talking about how she wants to cum like a whore.

It is just too magically perfect. You wonder if you're special, if it's always like this for her. The natural part of you believes you are, believes in that feeling, that idea that the way you're going to cum goes hand in hand with the way you're going to make her cum.

And as her moans climb, rising onboard the metaphorical plane, you wonder if you're putting too much thought behind everything, behind life.

You wonder if you've both escaped.

And as she jettisons, the prick of her nails are unregistered. The fear of fear fades. All you know is that there's a mess, the mess on the bed, leaking into the sheets. All the evidence against decision from between your legs, and then she cums.

She doesn't herald its arrival. Doesn't squeak so much as a word. Just shrieks like you're not the one going beyond. No lewd words needed. And your eyes close, because she forces you over. There's no other conclusion to this, just her overwhelming determination to show you the way.

And then she cums. Hips pressed down, as flat as she can possibly get, trying to swallow as much of you as possible- in every physical and nonphysical meaning. Eyes closed, but you don't need sight to visualise everything about Saerom. The leather, the textiles, the perfect figure and the perfect pussy to empty all you are into.

She soaks you, pussy lips firm around your shaft, coaxing you, searing heat that burns, but feels right.

Your moan finally breaks free, free from the trembling, broken down wreck you are that's desperately trying to get away, one last time. Hot gets hotter, brewing and mixing fluids all together, till the collapse of both at the same time.

You don't remember the last time you inhaled a breath. All you know is that a final decision was made, and it's on you to stand by your beliefs.

The creampie gets real messy, mixed cum everywhere, coating her tattoo, your dick, dripping past your balls and into the shared mess below. It's honestly too filthy.

You think that's where it ends. The final straw. But you must have picked a four-leaf clover somewhere, because you've received an extra life.

The first thing you notice is that she's now cold. No longer burning a pink fire, she's her again, really her. Horns and all, leather torn, tattered. The girl in your embrace is Lee Saerom. Passed out, maybe, but still her.

You? You're changed. Different. She made sure of that. But a part of you knows better. That you're better. Empty but healed.

And you know just how to respond, how the soreness in your limbs, the ache between her thighs that reach to the top of her nipples, how it all means nothing because there's still more for you to do, more you want to do. You're not done loving her yet.

And it's the way you caress her awake, move her drained body around, till she's lying at rest. And before she can even complain, you're sinking back into her again, restarting, progressing with a body that has no energy but all to give.

You fuck her again, till she's mewling. You're not sure what it is you're trying to prove, just that it's an action you have and want to do. She whimpers, like she wants to tell you to stop, and you tell her, "Is that all you've got? Thought you were gonna fuck me till I broke."

She says something. Something about how she's already gotten what she needs, that once was enough. "I'm satisfied."

But there's more to being satisfied. There's turning her into a river, pushing her further. When you spill into her again, and she falls, losing her mind once again, the two of you end up cuddled; impossible to tell where one body ends and the other begins. She's flooded, leaking more pearly cum than is needed, results of the raw and the dirty.

You're proud of it. All there, what's been promised.

Because that's conclusion. When she asks why? Like you don't see the literal hearts in the pink of her eyes? You reply with a question in turn.

"Was that different? Different from claiming others out of necessity? Different from your role? Was it better or worse?"

"Better. Better than anything I tried to take myself."

Saerom says it like she's afraid. And when she tries to leave, tries to fade away, to avoid hurting you any more- you're hold on her wispy form is surprisingly strong.

"Stay," you tell her, because both of you that should know better, should know it's worth it.

And when she finally lets up and curls, all over you, her hands brush your hair, brushing all the grateful tears and final words away.

Brush right over the horns peeking from the top of your head.

-

you're buried in the pillow, yeah, you're so loud. but i'm about to show you, baby, slow down.

-

This is the preface, the part you don't see, the before, prior.

And it starts with the rattling laugh of Death's jaw. The thing about Death's alley, his bar, the shop 'Ten Shots Down The Throat', it's prominently inconspicuous. This dinghy little shop at the end of a road lined by blazing coals. Black, obviously as run down as one might expect.

And the thing is, part of Death is always watching over the shop, knowing when to receive particularly difficult customers, like the one that's, due to a matter of perspective, small, treading forward, arms cradled by her sides like she's cold.

On a road this wide, things can't get anymore obvious. The leather she's wearing, the way her head's bowed, horns peeking out from the top of her silhouette. The paleness of the flesh of her thighs as they rub against one another, sparking heat in the depths of hell.

And Death laughs, a rumble. He's been expecting.

The bell even offers a friendly jingle as the door is swung open, girl and all stumbling in like it's a refuge. Inside? Only a dozen empty shelves and a singular, long counter, reaching from end to end, made of wood blackened by fire. And Death sits behind - not on a throne of bones - but on a ratty old armchair.

With no one in queue, she, with shoulder-length hair, approaches the counter, resting her sets of lethal nails atop it.

Death doesn't move, doesn't even flinch. Maybe there's a flicker of the irises, but, owing to the fact that there aren't any eyes on Death's pale… countenance (skull?), no one really knows for sure.

As if recalling something, the woman withdraws something from her dark leather jacket - a black rose, twisting it for a couple seconds, conducting a final inspection before setting it down with slight haste.

Death wonders if she's feeling jumpy after hearing the warning about direct contact.

He reaches over, bony digits creaking as they clasp around the stem. The girl shifts in her spot. Death brings the flower to his nasal cavity, shoulders rising and falling like the dead man can even inhale anything. He even hums like he's savouring the scent. Then the flower ignites, soft flames that start eating away at each petal. Death tosses the burning flower behind him absentmindedly with a loud crack of his wrist.

"So?" The girl asks impatiently, tapping her jet-black leather boots against the ground. Death turns his eyes to her, which is all rather unsettling considering eye contact doesn't necessarily exist.

"Interesting," Death chitters, reaching somewhere under the table for pen and paper. It might be conjured. It's… odd, considering the context.

"Name?" Death's teeth rattle.

"Lee," the girl starts, watching intently as Death's fingers slumber across the page, slowly tracing the characters.

"Sae. Rom."

Death nods. "And you've only killed how many? Seventeen?"

Saerom blinks, stepping back on her heels, height seemingly dropping a couple centimetres. "Yes."

"Rather disappointing, considering you're Satan-spawn. It's not like you were beheaded early."

Saerom bristles, hands slipping off the counter back to her sides. She picks at her nails. "Spare me the theatrics."

"Fine." There's a rustle of paper, a bustle of bones. (For what reason, Saerom isn't sure. Death only took out a singular piece of paper).

"Put simply, you haven't done enough."

Saerom stiffens. "Excuse me?"

"Spare me your theatrics. Don't pretend. Asking for reincarnation? With seventeen deaths? You really think your boss would let that slide?"

"I'm not meant to kill," Saerom emphasises.

"And you haven't had a near satisfactory performance at your actual job either," Death drawls, the pen rolling from his fingers to the table.

Saerom slams her hand on the counter. "Change me."

Death glances up, somehow able to look like a complete nincompoop with absolutely no facial features at all. "You're making a demand? From me?"

Saerom blanks. What's left to try, in front of capital-D-Death?

"Please."

"Seriously?"

"Is there no other way?"

Death stares. Stares at the girl, Saerom, looking desperate.

"Well, there was that one other thing."

Saerom nearly springs forward. "Please, I'll try anything."

Death's teeth clatter again, like he's grinding them, unnaturally so. There's the sound of tearing paper as he rips a corner from whatever he was writing on. A quick scribble. Then Death hands it over. Saerom grabs it with unsuppressed anticipation. Four characters stare back up at her.

Her eyes drop back to Death's empty sockets. "What?"

"There's a man. Find him."

"At a GS25 store?"

Death doesn't nod, doesn't do anything with the not-face he has, just waits patiently for Saerom to come to a conclusion herself.

"Do you have more precise directions? There's a million of these stores in this country."

"Take it or leave it."

Saerom clicks her tongue, her hands pressed to her hips. "What am I even supposed to do when I find him?"

"I'm sure you don't need me to spell out for you exactly what you need to do."

Saerom grits her teeth. Asking is clearly pointless.

"Can I at least hitch a ride?" A/N: This was my january. All the struggles, put into this fic. And it lights up my heart to know how well this was received amongst the prompters. This was a fun first prompt.

Happy belated valentines,

anti

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

[p] the pitslut doctrine day 1 - chaeyoung, saerom and jiheon of fromis_9

part 1 / 2 / interlude

- finally, we're here

-8186 words

The seaplane hums low over crystal waters, and Chaeyoung hasn’t stopped smirking since takeoff.

Your cock’s been semi-hard since the airport, but now? Now it’s angry. Aching. You can still taste her on your tongue — can still feel the aftermath of that airplane toilet blowjob. She made you finish with a groan that the passengers and air crew nearby could hear and a small puddle of saliva-precum mixture that the poor air steward had to clean up. And she swallowed, of course. Looked up at you, glossy-eyed and smug.

“Just getting the travel nerves out of your system,” she’d whispered, licking the corner of her mouth. “You’ll need to focus once we’re there.”

But now you're here.

The plane lands with a gentle splash, docking at the pier of the resort. The sun's still high, casting a molten sheen over the ocean. Your body’s tired, overstimulated, horny. And Chaeyoung? She stretches like she just woke up — crop top rising, no bra underneath, nipples obvious through the thin cotton.

You try not to groan but she catches it anyway.

“Already?” she teases, pulling her hoodie off mid-walk down the dock. You follow the curve of her back, the sway of her hips, the string bikini bottoms that sneak into her shorts.

“You’re drooling,” she adds over her shoulder. “We haven’t even stepped inside.”

You catch up just as she reaches the villa door, her bare feet padding softly over the wood. She pauses, tilts her head.

“You packed condoms, right?” she says, all fake innocence.

You blink.

She smiles. “Good.”

Then pushes the door open. And everything changes.

The villa is soaked in gold light. Soft white linens, a king-size bed overlooking the ocean, ceiling fan spinning lazily above. There’s a plunge pool out on the balcony, and floor-to-ceiling windows that open to nothing but endless sea.

It’s paradise. But that’s not what hits you first. It’s the two women already there. Already naked. Already waiting.

They don’t turn to greet you. Not yet.

One is reclining on the edge of the plunge pool, legs submerged, abs tight and gleaming, ass turned slightly toward the glass as she scrolls lazily through something on her phone. Her back is smooth, broad-shouldered and toned, and when she shifts, the ripple of her core is unmistakable. Her hair’s in a low bun, neck exposed, skin tanned to perfection. She’s lounging like she owns the sun.

The other is curled on the lounge chair inside — all soft curves and smooth skin, her smile like sugar as she sways her legs back and forth. Her thighs are thick, her ass round and perky, and she hums a little as she licks something red and sticky off her finger — juice, maybe. Or something sweeter.

And your brain just shuts down.

Chaeyoung doesn’t miss a beat. She drops her bag, kicks off her sandals, and strips her bikini top over her head like she’s coming home.

“Took you long enough,” she sighs, stretching luxuriously. “They’ve been waiting.”

You don’t even respond. You can’t.

Saerom — fucking Saerom — turns slightly at the sound, her eyes flicking over you once, body still reclined, one toned leg rising slowly from the water, droplets tracing down her thigh. She doesn’t speak. Just lifts her glass in greeting. Like cheers, and you’re fucked, all in one motion.

And Jiheon, grinning like a cat with cream, wiggles her fingers. “Hi,” she beams. “You must be pitslut.”

You freeze. Chaeyoung cackles. Jiheon’s eyes sparkle.

“Oh yeah,” she giggles. “She really wasn’t exaggerating.”

Chaeyoung walks past you, bare and glowing, pit glistening as she lifts her arms to stretch and drops herself right between the two of them.

“You thought this trip was for us?” she purrs, stealing a grape from Jiheon’s bowl. “Sweetheart… this is for you.”

Your cock twitches so hard it hurts. Saerom notices. Jiheon definitely notices.

Chaeyoung glances over her shoulder, baring her armpit fully to the sun, and grins.

“Better hydrate. You’re gonna lose every drop.”

You follow her out to the open platform. The water below is glassy, impossibly blue. The air sticks to your skin like warm silk. Saerom’s still stretched out on her stomach on one lounger, her abs and shoulders gleaming, hair tied up so the bare of her back are on full display. Jiheon’s sprawled next to her on a towel, thighs pressed together, kicking her feet idly in the air, that heart‑melting smile flicking between you and Chaeyoung.

The three of them are naked now. Just skin and ocean and you.

Chaeyoung drops a bottle of suntan oil into your hands. The clear liquid sloshes heavy inside. She sits on the edge of the lounger, back to you, knees tucked under her, hair swept to one side.

“Start with me,” she says casually. “They should see how it’s done.”

Saerom’s eyes flicker, interested. Jiheon bites her lip, grin widening.

Chaeyoung glances over her shoulder. “Don’t be shy. Back first.”

You kneel behind her. The bottle feels slick and warm in your hands already. When you squeeze it, the oil beads on her shoulder blades and runs slow rivulets down the small of her back. You spread it with your palms, fingers dragging from her nape to her waist, feeling every subtle movement of her muscles as she arches slightly under your touch.

Her skin is hot. Silky. Faintly salty from the ocean air. She doesn’t make a sound except for a tiny sigh, head dipping forward as your hands smooth the oil over her ribs, then down to the gentle curve of her hips.

“Good,” she murmurs softly, loud enough for Saerom and Jiheon to hear. “Slow. Cover every inch.”

You work lower, palms sliding over the top of her ass, down the backs of her thighs until your fingers are glistening. You’re hard enough to ache, but you don’t break rhythm.

Chaeyoung finally shifts. She turns, still on her knees, then stretches her arms high above her head, arching her back as she flips over onto her front. Her breasts spill against her ribs, pits fully bared now, the faint glisten of sweat and oil already there. Her eyes lock on yours.

“Front,” she says, voice a touch lower. “Arms up. Don’t miss a spot.”

Your breath catches. Saerom’s watching closely now, her chin resting on her forearms. Jiheon has stopped kicking her feet, her smile almost shy, curious.

Chaeyoung smiles faintly, pit exposed, tits rising with every breath. “Show them,” she murmurs. “Show them how perverted you really are.”

The bottle tips again. Oil drips down your fingers. You lean in, hands gliding over her stomach first, then up between her breasts, sliding toward the slick, open hollows of her raised arms. Her skin smells like fruit and sun. The sheen makes every curve glisten.

Chaeyoung exhales, lashes fluttering closed, a sound halfway between a sigh and a moan spilling from her lips as your palms work over her, thumbs tracing the edge of her pits, smoothing the oil in lazy circles. She arches subtly, pushing them closer to your face, letting you breathe her in.

Saerom shifts on her lounger. Jiheon’s thighs press together. Neither of them says a word, but you can feel their eyes on you, watching the way you’re already trembling from restraint.

Chaeyoung opens one eye, smirking up at you. “Good boy,” she murmurs, arms still stretched above her head. “Now they know.”

You pause there for a moment, your hands still resting on Chaeyoung’s oiled skin. Her arms are still up, framing her head like she’s surrendering herself to worship — or provoking it. Her pits glisten now, streaks of suntan oil catching the sunlight, dewed with sweat.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“You missed a spot,” she whispers, lips barely moving, eyes half-lidded. “Don’t get sloppy, pitslut.”

Your breath hitches at the word. It hits different when it’s said like this — casual, knowing, meant for an audience. Saerom leans on one elbow now, watching with quiet intensity. Jiheon’s still biting that lower lip, thighs squirming slightly on her towel. They haven’t said a word, but you can feel it — the air thick with expectation. Their curiosity. Their arousal.

And your utter, naked perversion.

You lean in again, bottle in hand. A fresh drizzle lands at the base of Chaeyoung’s ribs, just between her breasts, and slides downward — carving a slow, wet line toward her navel. Her body shifts under the touch. Subtle. Anticipating.

You follow it with both palms, flattening over her stomach, then sweeping upward again — gliding over the soft curve of her breasts, pressing gently just to feel them give under your fingers. Her nipples are already stiff, slipping wet under your thumbs as you pass over them. She shudders faintly, her arms still pinned above her, making the way her chest arches all the more deliberate.

“Don’t get greedy,” she says softly, but there’s a smile curling at her lips. “You haven’t even finished the part you’re dying for.”

Your fingers tremble.

She lifts her chin just slightly, like she’s giving permission. Her right arm stretches higher, pit fully open now — a gleaming, oil-slicked hollow that smells like her sweat, her sun-warmed skin, and faintly of the cherry body mist she must’ve sprayed before you even landed.

You drag your slick fingers toward it. Slow. Reverent. You start at the edge of her ribs and roll your thumb in a careful circle into the crease — just brushing, just touching, but the texture alone is enough to short-circuit you.

Chaeyoung makes a pleased little hum. Not for you — for herself. Like she’s feeling how wet your cock is against her thigh without even needing to look.

You slide your whole palm into it. Lather it. Massage the oil into every inch, every fold, every curve of her pit. Then the other side. You alternate — both arms still stretched, her body lax and open, letting you work like a desperate masseuse too far gone to pretend he’s not getting off on this.

“You’re so easy,” she purrs. “They’re definitely watching your face.”

And they are. Jiheon’s visibly flushed now, her legs pressed tightly together. Saerom hasn’t looked away once — only leaned back, arms folded, her dumptruck ass flexing slightly as she shifts her weight, like she's starting to enjoy the show.

But you don’t care anymore.

You lean in, lips parted, tongue out — and finally press your mouth into the slick, fragrant hollow of Chaeyoung’s right pit. She giggles breathlessly, tilting her head to give you more space, the fan above catching her hair and fluttering it across her cheek.

You lick. Long, slow, noisy. Your tongue catches both oil and sweat, the taste warm and salty and faintly sweet. You don’t stop. You nuzzle into her like it’s the only source of oxygen, cock twitching helplessly between your thighs as her scent floods your senses.

“Fuck,” Chaeyoung whispers, voice husky. “You’re leaking, aren’t you?”

You are. You can feel it. Precum smearing against your thigh, your cock pressed hard to the edge of the lounger, dripping from nothing but her armpit and your own desperation.

She finally looks down at you again — brows raised, mouth parted in mock innocence.

“Maybe I should just lube your cock with this oil and fuck your face instead.”

You whimper.

Saerom shifts again, this time standing — slow and deliberate. Jiheon exhales softly, stretching like a cat.

Chaeyoung grins.

“You ready for your next clients?”

You feel Saerom’s shadow first.

Then her hand — smooth, oiled, cool — on your shoulder.

“I think it’s my turn,” she says, voice low, sure. Not a question.

You look up.

And there she is.

Up close, Saerom is carved. A living sculpture. Her abs ripple faintly with every breath, sharp lines running from under her breasts to the V of her hips. Her tits are small and perfect, tight against her chest, nipples already hard. Her skin is already kissed with sweat — beading along her collarbone, trickling down the inner curve of her thighs. And her ass—

Fuck. Her ass is an event in itself.

High, round, absurd. It looks like it was engineered in a lab to be both admired and worshipped. You could bite into it and live there. Drown in it.

She raises an eyebrow. “You just going to stare?”

You scramble to grab the bottle of oil again. Your hands are still sticky from Chaeyoung’s pits. Your cock twitches painfully as Saerom turns her back to you, then lowers herself onto the lounger without a word. Her legs stretch out, toes pointed. Her back is wide, lean, flawless.

And her ass is right there.

Two glowing, sunlit hemispheres. Untouched.

“Back first,” she says, arms folding under her head.

You kneel again. Squeeze the bottle. The oil lands on her lower back, spreads instantly. You hesitate for half a second — because this isn’t like Chaeyoung.

Saerom doesn’t writhe. Doesn’t giggle. Doesn’t moan.

She waits.

You start at her shoulders. Smooth the oil over the back of her neck, down her spine, dragging your palms across the taut ridges of her upper back. She’s dense with control — every part of her feels ready, like she’s choosing stillness on purpose. You work lower, fingers gliding down the dip of her spine.

Your thumbs hover at the base of her back. Just above her ass.

She doesn’t move.

But you hear her voice — soft, level.

“Thorough, right?”

Your throat dries. You slide your palms lower.

Her ass is even more absurd up close — tight and plush, somehow both supple and unyielding. Your hands cup it reverently, spreading the oil across both cheeks, your thumbs digging into the crease where they meet. She exhales, but doesn’t say a word.

You feel the heat of your cock pulse again, a fresh spurt of precum dripping down your shaft.

She knows.

“Lower,” she murmurs.

You obey — sliding your hands down the backs of her thighs, then her calves. She points her toes as you pass, as if daring you to linger. You could spend a lifetime on her legs. You could worship her knees and be satisfied.

She finally moves. Rolls onto her back in one smooth motion. Her abs flex with the twist. Then she stretches — arms overhead, wrists crossed delicately, exposing both her pits. And every inch of her.

“I saw what you did to her,” she says, eyes locked on yours. “Let’s see if you can be that desperate for me too.”

You nod — mute. Already trembling.

You squeeze another drizzle across her chest. It glides between her breasts, down her abs, dripping into her navel. She breathes slow and deep, like she’s meditating. Like she’s indulging in the weight of your gaze.

You spread it. Hands shaking as you move from ribs to tits to stomach. She doesn’t even flinch when your thumbs graze her nipples — just arches subtly, inviting more.

And then you reach her pits.

They’re smooth. Gleaming. A few faint droplets of sweat have already gathered there — and your mouth floods at the sight. You move in slowly, reverent.

“You’re allowed to enjoy it,” she murmurs. “I want to see it in your face.”

You do.

You bring your tongue to her left pit, lick a long, slow stroke into the fold, moaning like it’s the first taste of water after days in the desert. She shudders — not because she’s sensitive, but because she loves the way you fall apart.

You mouth at her, breathing her in, soaking in her scent, her taste, the texture of her skin. Her abs flex as she exhales again, voice barely a whisper.

“Good boy,” she breathes. “Now show Jiheon how it’s done.”

You’re still catching your breath from Saerom — your hands shining, your lips glazed in oil and sweat and submission — when the next voice cuts in.

“Me next~”

Soft. Sing-song. Almost cute.

You blink.

Jiheon’s already on her knees on the towel beside you, hugging one of the suntan bottles to her chest like it’s a plush toy. Her thighs are tucked together, slightly shiny with sweat, her perky little ass just peeking behind her as she rocks forward.

Her smile could melt metal and yet… something in her eyes flickers.

“You okay?” she asks sweetly. “You look a little… flustered.”

Chaeyoung snorts. Saerom doesn’t say anything, but the ghost of a smirk is playing at her lips.

“I mean…” Jiheon continues, pretending to pout, “if you’re too tired, I could always do myself. Just reach around and get my own back, rub the oil all over my poor little thighs, maybe even slather some oil in my—”

“No,” you croak. “I’ve got you.”

“Oh?” Her smile grows. “Really?”

She lies back with a satisfied hum, stretching luxuriously across her towel like a cat in the sun. Her body’s less sculpted than Saerom’s, less sharp — but no less dangerous. Her curves are warm and plush, the kind of body you want to sink your teeth into. Her thighs are thick, creamy, utterly irresistible. Her stomach dips ever so slightly — soft and smooth — leading up to the gentle curve of her tits, modest but sensitive, pink nipples already puckered from the breeze.

She raises her arms behind her head.

And grins at you upside-down.

“Oh no~” she teases. “My pits are all exposed now. I hope no perverts are around.”

You’re already pouring the oil.

“Oops,” she giggles. “Too late.”

You start on her back — kneeling beside her, hands gliding over the slope of her shoulders, the base of her spine. Her skin’s soft, and she lets out little pleased sighs with every stroke.

“Your hands are really warm,” she murmurs. “Makes me wonder how hot your cock is right now…”

Your grip slips slightly.

She bites her lip. “It’s leaking again, isn’t it?”

You don’t respond. You’re already tracing the oil down the arch of her back, around the side of her waist, until your hands reach her hips. Her thighs squish slightly as you spread the oil down the back of them — her skin pillowy and hot beneath your palms.

She giggles again. “Are you imagining your face between them?”

You are.

You’re not proud of how easily she reads you. How fast she has you on edge.

She rolls lazily onto her back, arms still above her head, tits bouncing just slightly with the movement.

“Oh no~” she says again, fake-gasping. “You can see everything now.”

And you can.

She’s shameless.

Her pits are bare and smooth, already glistening from the stretch, with just the faintest glimmer of sweat building. Her front is completely exposed — thighs parted, chest rising slowly, teasingly. She rolls her hips once, subtle, but enough to show you that she’s wet.

You kneel over her.

You drizzle the oil again — over her stomach this time — and she whines, all soft and sweet, like she’s a good girl being spoiled.

But then—

“You’re thinking about fucking my armpits, aren’t you?” she says innocently. “While Saerom watches, and Chaeyoung makes you beg.”

Your mouth goes dry.

“And then maybe…” she continues, her voice dropping to a whisper, “…maybe I ride your face after. Just bounce on it. You’d lick me clean, wouldn’t you? Like a little pet.”

You don’t speak. You just reach out — hands trembling — and begin rubbing the oil into her soft, plush body. Her tits, her belly, the sides of her ribs. Her breath catches every time you go lower.

Until finally, you reach her pits. And she gasps. Exaggerated. Mocking.

“Oh, my most sacred place,” she coos. “Don’t defile me, mister~”

You lean in. And defile her.

Your tongue drags through the slick crease of her armpit, and she lets out the most sinful moan yet — like a porn actress in disguise, buried under a schoolgirl smile.

She presses her arm down slightly, trapping your face.

“Stay there,” she says softly. “Lick until I squirm. Show them how you worship.”

You do. And when you finally come up for air, nose glistening, lips dripping with slick and oil and her, she giggles again, cheeks flushed pink.

“You’re perfect,” she whispers. “I knew I’d love playing with you.”

-

The sun has crested higher now — shifting from morning warmth to a lazier, golden haze. The water villa practically glows against the endless turquoise of the ocean, each ripple of sunlight dancing like it wants to join in.

You’re still kneeling on the patio, fingers glossy with oil, mouth slick from all three girls.

And then Chaeyoung stretches her arms, cracking her spine like a cat.

“Water time,” she hums, standing. “I’m boiling.”

Jiheon perks up immediately, springing to her feet with a playful hop. “Ooh yes. I need to cool off. I think my pussy’s melting.”

You barely manage not to choke.

Saerom rises last — slow, unfazed, adjusting the knot in her hair, her tits swaying lightly as she turns toward the steps leading into the lagoon. “We’ll see how long that cooling lasts.”

The three of them walk ahead.

And you’re left staring at the most glorious trio of bare asses under the sun — swaying, teasing, glowing. Chaeyoung’s hips roll with every step, that familiar mischief in her posture. Jiheon adds an extra bounce to hers — practically skipping. Saerom doesn’t exaggerate. She just moves — fluid and sure — her round, high ass tight and flexing subtly with each barefoot press down the steps.

The water barely ripples as they descend.

You follow — cock hard, thoughts harder.

By the time your feet hit the water, they’re already waist-deep — all three of them naked and shimmering, skin glowing wet in the small pool, hair pulled back or dripping down their backs. The water is crystal clear — soft and warm, just enough depth to float or sink a little. Private. Silent. Your own slice of sin.

“You coming in or just gonna admire us from the stairs?” Chaeyoung calls, flicking water in your direction.

You wade in.

The heat is instant — sun on your shoulders, the chlorinated water licking your chest. And they move closer, the circle tightening.

“Let’s not swim too far,” Jiheon says sweetly, trailing her fingers down her own thigh. “What if he drowns?”

Saerom glances at you — then gently cups a handful of water and pours it over her shoulder, beads streaming down her torso, gliding over the ridges of her abs.

“Wouldn’t be the worst way to go,” she murmurs.

You’re surrounded now.

Chaeyoung steps in first — water up to her waist, her bare breasts bobbing just above the surface. She leans in, presses her hands to your chest. “You're tense.”

“I wonder why,” you mutter.

Jiheon giggles, floating beside you now, her thighs brushing yours underwater.

“I think his dick’s about to combust,” she says, mock-serious. “Should we help?”

“No hands,” Chaeyoung warns. “Not yet.”

Instead — she kisses you. Soft and slick and slow. Her tongue tastes of salt and cherry. Her body presses flush against yours, tits slick against your ribs, her hips circling yours under the water. You feel her thigh slip between yours — playful, searching.

And then— Another kiss. From behind. It’s Jiheon.

You feel her lips at the nape of your neck, then a giggle as she wraps her arms loosely around your waist, tits pressed to your back, her cheek nuzzling into your shoulder.

“Surprise~” she whispers.

You’re melting.

And then — Saerom. She doesn’t kiss. She just steps in close on your side, her fingers running down your forearm. Her voice is quieter, thicker with heat.

“Can I try something?”

You nod, breathless.

She dips lower — submerging herself until just her head remains above water. Then her hands are on your thighs — firm, slick — spreading them slightly as she leans in.

Then you feel it.

Her tongue. Underwater. Sliding up your shaft. You almost lose your balance.

Chaeyoung grips your chin. “Don’t you dare cum yet.”

Jiheon hums against your back. “Not until we’ve all had a turn.”

You’re trembling now — your cock fully submerged, pulsing, being devoured inch by inch by Saerom’s warm, hungry mouth below the surface. She doesn’t gag, doesn’t rush. She savors. The occasional brush of her teeth, the curl of her tongue, the gentle vibration of a hum against your tip.

She emerges slowly, eyes dark with pride, mouth glistening.

“Delicious,” she murmurs.

Chaeyoung kisses you again. “Still not allowed to cum.”

You pant, dizzy. “Then what am I allowed to do?”

Jiheon circles around, grinning. “Hold your breath.”

She sinks under next.

No fanfare. No drama. Just a sweet little giggle before her lips vanish beneath the crystal blue.

You feel her hands first.

They’re smaller than Saerom’s. More delicate. But god, she knows exactly how to touch.

Her fingers brush along your inner thighs, featherlight — teasing — before dragging slowly inward, her nails grazing the skin just beneath your balls. Then she cups them — boldly, warmly — her fingertips rolling gently along the weight of your sac as she lets the water swirl around your aching cock.

You’re already gasping.

Then—her mouth.

She doesn’t go straight for the tip. No. Jiheon’s too much of a menace for that.

Instead, she leans in and kisses your balls.

Soft. Wet. One after the other. Over and over.

Then—tongue.

Your thighs twitch.

She licks a slow stripe from the base of your cock to the seam between your balls, then sucks one gently into her mouth — humming something wicked as you groan helplessly above water.

Chaeyoung is watching you. Grinning like the little devil she is, hands now on your waist, steadying you.

Saerom leans against the villa railing behind you, arms folded, watching with a kind of quiet pride — her abs shimmering in the sun, the corner of her mouth tugging upward at every gasp you make.

But it’s Jiheon who’s wrecking you now.

Underwater.

You can’t even see her — only feel her.

Your cock disappears into her mouth in one fluid motion, all warmth and pressure and slippery bliss. She bobs slowly, deliberately, letting the suction twist and drag against you. Her tongue moves with surgical tease — flicking just beneath your head every time she pulls back, tasting the salt and the precum like she’s addicted.

Then—

Something new.

You jerk.

Her fingers are circling your rim.

She’s teasing it. Soft strokes. Tiny spirals. Not entering — not yet — just suggesting.

And you’re losing your mind.

You grip Chaeyoung’s shoulders for balance, panting, your eyes blown wide.

“She’s being naughty, isn’t she?” Chaeyoung purrs, kissing your jaw. “You can’t even see what she’s doing to you…”

“She’ll make you cum like this,” Saerom murmurs, arms still crossed, “and you’ll never recover.”

You groan.

Jiheon sucks harder. Her tongue rolls along the underside of your shaft like it’s her personal toy. Her fingers never stop moving — circling, teasing — dipping ever so slightly inside, just enough to make you tremble, never enough to take over.

Then she stops.

For one horrible, perfect second, you feel her mouth pull off — your cock glistening and twitching in the warm water.

And then—

She spits.

Right onto your tip.

The water carries it gently, but you feel it — that slippery glob of spit and precum wrapping you in a slick layer of filth.

And then she’s back on you.

Harder now. Throatier. Less teasing.

This is no longer playful.

This is a girl with a mission.

You’re moaning helplessly now, hips trying to stay still, legs threatening to buckle.

Chaeyoung laughs, stroking your hair. “Don’t you dare cum yet, pitslut.”

You growl.

But you hold.

Barely.

When Jiheon finally resurfaces — hair slicked back, face dripping, mouth open and glowing with spit — she gasps once and beams like she just won a prize.

“Oh my god,” she laughs. “You taste like sex.”

She kisses your tip once — just to be cruel — and floats back beside Chaeyoung, her thighs brushing yours again.

“You’re gonna explode,” she whispers, watching you twitch.

You’re barely holding on.

Saerom steps closer, finally reaching forward to cup your jaw.

“Still think this was a dip?” she murmurs.

Your cock pulses.

And all three of them laugh.

Your cock is hard enough to split through the sky. Your body’s hot enough to boil the ocean. And yet the girls… they’re already swimming back toward the villa like this was just a casual morning dip.

Like they didn’t just ruin you with their tongues and whispers and giggles in crystal-clear waist-deep water.

Chaeyoung is the first to hoist herself up onto the villa deck — her bare ass glistening in the sun, the curve of it taunting you as she tosses her wet hair over her shoulder and pads toward the outdoor shower.

“I’ll be quick,” she calls, glancing back once. “Try not to jerk off in the lagoon.”

You groan.

Saerom follows — smooth and unhurried, water trailing down the lines of her back. When she steps under the stream of the open-air shower, she barely flinches at the cold splash across her chest. She just closes her eyes, water running over her abs, and lets it wash away your sins.

Jiheon swims last — floating lazily on her back, tits bobbing, legs spread just enough to keep teasing. Then she flips, swims forward, and kicks up onto the platform like a dolphin — droplets flying everywhere.

“You’re leaking,” she says sweetly, pointing at your cock.

You glance down. She’s not wrong. Spit and precum drip from your tip into the water like an offering.

You finally drag yourself out.

The girls are already rinsing off — one by one — letting the water slide down their bodies, brushing salt from their skin with slow, casual motions. You stand under a separate stream, trying to breathe, trying to not jerk off.

And failing.

Not literally. But the mental image is already burned into your skull. Jiheon’s lips. Saerom’s throat. Chaeyoung’s voice in your ear.

You towel off last, moving slow.

Chaeyoung’s already halfway dressed — which, for her, means a bikini top she doesn’t plan to wear for long and loose linen shorts slung low on her hips.

“You’ve got a problem,” she says, eyes flicking to your still-stiff cock. “Maybe lunch will help.”

Jiheon leans close, brushing her towel between her legs with a wink. “Or make it worse.”

Saerom just smirks, tying her hair back. “Depends what’s on the menu.”

You pull on your shorts with difficulty — your cock aching against the fabric.

And then the four of you walk out — sun-kissed, slightly winded, and dressed just enough to pass for civilized guests — toward the main resort dining hall.

You’re not thinking about food.

Not really.

You’re thinking about your cock still twitching with seawater and spit.

You’re thinking about Jiheon’s soft pout across the table, and the way Saerom eats like she fucks — slow and thorough. You’re thinking about Chaeyoung’s wet bikini strap, how it clings between her tits, daring you to pull it aside.

And you’re wondering if the waiter can smell the sex radiating off all of you.

-

Lunch is a blur.

You barely remember what you ate — something with seafood, something warm, something that didn’t deserve the way Jiheon slowly mouthed her chopsticks, or how Saerom daintily sucked on the rim of her water glass while Chaeyoung idly rubbed your thigh under the table with her toes.

When you’re all finished, the check comes with the scent of salted skin and smug female satisfaction.

“I think it’s time we pampered ourselves,” Chaeyoung hums, stretching her arms overhead like she hasn’t already been pampered by your mouth all morning. “Spa’s offering mani-pedis.”

“Let’s go,” Saerom nods, already standing.

Jiheon’s halfway to the door before you can even react — her perky ass bouncing in her shorts, turning briefly to flash you that devastating smile. “You can come too, you know. Sit on the floor and beg to paint our toes.”

Chaeyoung grins at the thought. “A pretty collar on him would complete the look.”

But you just blink, dead inside. Because your cock is still sore. And you’re still hard. And they know it.

You mumble something about heading back to the villa first, pretending you didn’t just nearly cum untouched during lunch.

“Nap, huh?” Saerom raises an eyebrow.

“Sure,” Jiheon smirks. “Nap.”

Chaeyoung leans up on tiptoe, kisses your cheek, and whispers, “Don’t jerk off without permission.”

You don’t respond.

You can’t.

You walk back alone — dazed, still half-hard, every step rubbing against your throbbing cock through your shorts. The heat doesn’t help. Neither does the memory of Jiheon’s lips under the water. Or Saerom’s firm grip. Or Chaeyoung’s open, wet armpits.

You finally step into the cool villa. Alone.

Still hard. Still denied.

Still their plaything.

The bed looks soft. The sheets smell like cherry body oil and salt.

You lie down slowly. Close your eyes.

And pray the nap dulls the ache between your legs — instead of making it worse.

-

You wake up hard.

Of course you do.

The nap didn’t help. If anything, it made it worse. Your dreams were full of slick armpits and underwater mouths and Jiheon’s giggle echoing under the waves.

You groan, rolling over in the sheets — only to freeze at the sound of the villa door sliding open.

Voices. Laughter. Footsteps.

They’re back.

You barely have time to sit up before Chaeyoung pokes her head into the room, towel slung loosely over her shoulder, cheeks pink and glowing from sea salt and sugar scrubs.

“Still blue-balled, baby?” she coos.

Behind her, Saerom walks in carrying a bottle of coconut oil, abs flexing just slightly beneath her loose linen crop top — like she knows she’s going to use those arms for something sinful. Jiheon follows, already peeling her robe off and flopping onto the bed beside you like she lives there.

“We were thinking,” Jiheon hums, stretching on her stomach, “you’ve been working so hard today…”

Her voice is teasing. Saccharine.

“…we should give you a massage.”

Saerom closes the bedroom door behind her with a click.

Chaeyoung crawls onto the bed and pushes you back down with a single, sticky kiss to your cheek. “Group massage,” she whispers.

You swallow.

Hard.

She straddles your waist, while Jiheon starts rolling the oil bottle between her palms.

“We’ll take turns,” Saerom says, sitting at the edge of the bed. “One girl per body part.”

“You start with your shirt off,” Jiheon chirps.

“Pants too,” Chaeyoung adds, already reaching for the waistband. “We need to reach everything.”

“And you don’t get to move,” Saerom finishes, voice low.

Three girls. Three sets of hands. Three pairs of eyes.

And one rule:

You don’t get to cum. Yet.

They strip you slow.

Not for show. Not this time. It’s for control.

Chaeyoung peels your shirt up like she’s unwrapping something earned, dragging the cotton over your chest, letting her nails ghost across your skin. Jiheon’s already working your pants down, knuckles grazing your thighs more than necessary — and when your cock springs free, heavy and achingly hard from the day’s torture, she giggles.

“Still leaking,” she murmurs. “You poor thing.”

You lie back, naked again. You haven’t been clothed for longer than an hour since landing in this godforsaken paradise.

The bedsheets are cool against your skin.

The girls are warmer.

Chaeyoung takes your chest.

Jiheon takes your legs.

And Saerom — calm, deliberate, lethal — starts with your arms.

The oil hits your skin in drizzles. Warm, fragrant. Coconut and vanilla. Slippery.

Chaeyoung’s hands press into your pecs first — gentle, then firmer, using her thumbs to circle just under your collarbones. She leans over you with her tits brushing your torso, sweat-slick and teasing. Her hair swings low over your face, and when she leans in to press a kiss to your neck, she murmurs, “This is payback for all the times I couldn’t cum in public.”

You swallow a groan.

Jiheon isn’t any better. She’s kneeling by your calves, legs folded neatly, rubbing oil between her palms like she’s about to bake something indecent. Her fingers dig into your thighs next — slow, deliberate, dangerously close to your cock — and she hums as you twitch.

“Someone’s sensitive,” she whispers.

She inches upward. A knuckle grazes your inner thigh. Another inch and she’s ghosting past your balls. Not touching — just reminding you.

Saerom doesn’t speak.

She doesn’t need to.

Her grip is firm, precise, steady. She takes your left arm first, starting from the shoulder and dragging her palm all the way down to your wrist, then back up with her knuckles. Her abs flex as she moves — her body glowing in the low villa light — and she only raises an eyebrow when your fingers twitch in hers.

“Breathe,” she says, calm.

Chaeyoung leans lower — her armpit grazing your chest — and flicks her tongue along your neck. “You can’t cum,” she coos. “Not during the massage.”

“She’ll know if you do,” Jiheon adds from below, dragging her nails along your shin. “Romsae can smell it.”

Saerom hums, noncommittal. “I’d feel it.”

The pressure builds.

Not just in your cock — but in your spine, your jaw, your fists.

Every inch of your skin is being worshipped.

The worst part? No one’s touching your cock.

Chaeyoung stays at your chest. She oils your nipples, pinches them gently, rubs circles until you’re arching into her hand like she’s found a new toy.

Jiheon kisses your knee. Then your thigh. Then right next to your shaft, lips deliberately not touching. “I could massage this too,” she whispers. “If you beg. If you whimper.”

Saerom moves to your other arm. She brushes a kiss over the inside of your wrist — the first hint of affection she’s shown tonight — then digs her fingers deep into your palm like she’s searching for the last nerve in your body.

You’re shaking.

They feel it.

Chaeyoung finally raises her arms above your head — and just like that, her pits are inches from your face.

“I should reward you,” she murmurs, hovering. “For holding back.”

She doesn’t wait.

She presses both armpits right against your cheeks — slow, firm, intentional — and lets her sweat mark you like a second skin. You moan, nose buried, the scent enough to make you see stars.

“You’re such a good little pit-slut,” she whispers. “But massages have phases.”

Jiheon kisses the inside of your knee again.

Saerom moves toward your scalp.

Chaeyoung leans closer, pinning your arms.

“We’re not done yet.”

“Turn over,” Saerom says quietly.

Not a request.

You obey — barely able to move through the haze of oil and arousal — shifting onto your stomach with your cock smearing pre all over the sheets beneath you. Your body is warm, slick, twitching from the sensory overload.

Chaeyoung straddles the backs of your thighs immediately. Her weight pins you in place — cunt pressed against your skin like a warning — as her oiled hands begin to glide over your back. Slow, soothing. Fake mercy.

Her nails rake down your spine.

“Feels like you’re throbbing,” she hums, leaning low to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. “Good.”

Jiheon’s palms slide over your calves now, thumbs digging into your muscles with a featherlight touch. She whispers something under her breath — nothing you catch — and then you feel her lips just above the back of your knee.

Saerom handles your neck. She starts at the base of your skull, strong fingers working slowly, dragging the tension out like she’s wringing you. Her touch is quieter. More focused. But when she leans down to press a kiss behind your ear, you realize she’s sweating.

You all are.

The room smells like oil and arousal. The only sound is breath and flesh and your stifled groans into the pillow.

Then you feel Chaeyoung’s hands on your ass.

Spreading.

Massaging.

Teasing.

She doesn’t say anything. Just glides her palms over both cheeks, thumbs ghosting the cleft, circling lower… then stopping.

Her thumbs press in gently, spreading your ass wider.

“Ohhh,” Jiheon croons. “Look at him twitch.”

“Should we check his prostate next?” Chaeyoung smirks, dragging a slick finger downward, slow and cruel. “He’s so well-oiled already.”

You moan, hips bucking slightly into the sheets — but you don’t move more than that. You can’t. Not with Chaeyoung grinding her hips into your thighs, not with Saerom’s fingertips sliding under your chin, lifting your head just slightly.

“Doing okay?” Saerom asks, soft. Dangerous.

You try to answer.

But Jiheon’s lips are on your ankle now — warm, playful — and her nails are scratching lightly up your calf like she’s carving your obedience into your skin.

“Still not cumming,” Chaeyoung observes, leaning down until her tits drag across your oiled back. “Proud of you.”

Then she leans into your ear.

“But this next part’s where most boys break.”

She shifts back. Spits softly.

And then —

One hand.

Under you.

Slipping between your stomach and the mattress.

She finds your cock.

Slick. Swollen. Aching.

She doesn’t stroke it. Not really.

Just holds it.

Grips it once.

Lets her thumb swirl the tip, rub the drooling mess into your slit with a single swirl.

“That’s all you get,” she whispers.

Then she lets go.

Your thighs are shaking.

Saerom presses her palm between your shoulder blades to keep you down. “Relax,” she says.

And you try.

God, you try.

But they aren’t done.

Because Jiheon’s lips are on your heel now. Her thighs brush your sides as she climbs up — mounting you backwards — and you feel her grind her slick pussy right over your oiled ass.

“Next phase?” she hums.

“I think so,” Chaeyoung whispers, licking your earlobe.

You barely register the flip. Your vision spins, cock slapping wetly against your stomach, a heavy smear of precum already pooling there. The room smells like sweat and oil and arousal — their arousal.

And yours.

Chaeyoung climbs you first.

But not your face.

No — she slides forward, planting both palms on your chest, lifting her hips like she’s about to mount your cock… only to settle just above it. Her inner thighs spread over your ribs, and then you feel it — her drenched cunt, grinding slow, hard circles right into your abs.

Not bouncing.

Grinding.

Deliberate.

Let.

Chaeyoung leans back, one hand sliding up to push her hair out of her face, the other braced on your sternum. Her eyes roll slightly as her slick leaves glossy streaks across every breath you take.

“You feel that?” she murmurs. “Your abs are clenching so tight just for me…”

She lifts slightly — then drags her pussy down your stomach again, leaving a slippery trail that ends just above your cock, so close you think you’ll scream.

But you can’t.

Because Saerom is climbing over your face now — slow, calm, deliberate. She lowers herself without a word, letting her pussy press flush against your mouth, and her thighs lock around your ears.

You taste her immediately — fresh, soft, slick with heat — and you moan against her folds, the vibration making her gasp.

Then Jiheon crawls up from below.

You feel her before you see her — cheek resting against your hip, her fingers wrapping around your soaked shaft.

“So red,” she purrs. “So swollen. Poor thing’s gonna pop.”

Her tongue flicks the tip. And then she devours you.

Warm, wet, messy.

She doesn’t go deep at first. Just plays. Licks the underside, kisses the crown, wraps her lips around it with a teasing suck that makes your hips buck — but Chaeyoung’s weight on your torso keeps you pinned, and her grind only speeds up.

She’s watching your face from above. Watching you disappear under Saerom. Watching Jiheon’s lips make you twitch.

And still she rides your abs — hips circling tighter, wetter, faster — until your whole torso feels coated in her slick.

“Look at this,” she moans, rolling her hips harder. “He’s fucking flexing for my pussy.”

Saerom groans above you, grinding down into your tongue.

Jiheon moans around your cock, her hands now working in sync with her lips, stroking you as she takes more, deeper.

Chaeyoung’s breath starts to hitch.

Her fingers dig into your chest.

“Don’t you dare cum,” she warns, panting. “Not yet. Not until I cum first.”

You can’t nod.

But your hips jerk in helpless obedience.

Jiheon pulls off just in time for Chaeyoung to speak again, still dragging her folds across your abs like she’s using them as a toy:

“Once I’m done—” her voice trembles, “—I want you to cum. Hard. So hard you fucking cry.”

You moan into Saerom. You twitch in Jiheon’s hand. Chaeyoung shudders.

And her slick spills all over your stomach in hot, trembling waves — her whole body jerking, grinding down until your abs are painted in her orgasm.

Then, she lifts herself off your abs with a shuddering gasp, her slick shining all over your stomach like molten glass. Saerom is still pressed to your mouth, thighs trembling from your tongue. Jiheon’s hands are still wrapped around your cock, spit-slick and quivering, her lips hovering just above the swollen tip.

Chaeyoung’s voice drops to a growl.

“Now.”

You don’t even have time to nod.

Your whole body jerks. Every muscle you’ve clenched all day — every moment of restraint — every second of their teasing, their mouths, their pits, their whispers — it all detonates at once. Your cock kicks in Jiheon’s grip like it’s alive. The first spurt fires straight up, a white arc hitting your chest just below Chaeyoung’s tits.

The second shot goes higher. Hits your collarbone. Almost your chin.

The third catches Jiheon’s cheek as she squeals, laughing, stroking you faster, holding you tighter, milking more.

“Holy fuck,” she gasps, giggling, watching it paint you. “Look at it go.”

You grunt — an animal sound — hips lifting off the bed, cock pulsing like a pump-action weapon. Another thick ribbon of cum shoots out, splattering across your own stomach, mixing with Chaeyoung’s slick until your abs are a dripping, sticky canvas.

Saerom finally lifts off your face just enough to look down. Her calm breaks into a faint smirk as she watches the last spurts spatter the sheets. “He held it all day,” she murmurs, impressed.

Chaeyoung slides her hand down and scoops a streak off your stomach, rubbing it between her fingers before dragging it across your nipple, marking you. “Good pitslut,” she whispers, voice trembling from her own aftershocks. “That’s what I wanted.”

Jiheon’s still giggling, licking a bead from her finger. “He’s still twitching,” she teases. “Like a hose.”

Your cock gives one last weak spurt, dribbling over Jiheon’s knuckles. You collapse back into the sheets, shaking, every nerve raw and buzzing, your abs a sticky mess of cum and oil and sweat.

Chaeyoung leans down and licks a line across your stomach, tasting the mix of you and her. “We’re just getting started,” she purrs.

Jiheon presses a sweet kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Lunch was good,” she says softly. “But dessert’s better.”

Saerom’s hands find your temples, massaging gently now, her eyes still dark. “Breathe,” she murmurs. “You’re going to need it.”

-

The world is warm cotton.

Heavy limbs, hot skin. Three naked bodies sprawled across yours, slick from oil and sweat, breath still uneven. Your cock twitches once, useless and drained, already soft from the full-body climax it barely survived.

Someone giggles softly — Chaeyoung, maybe. You don’t know anymore. Your cheek is pressed to the pillow, hair clinging to your temples, your whole body humming from the massage-turned-orgy. You think you mumbled something just before you passed out, something about never recovering from this.

You meant it.

A muted chime rings through the room.

Ding-dong.

You twitch.

Another chime. Then soft footsteps padding across the villa floor. The whirr of the aircon. The gentle lapping of ocean waves just outside.

Ding-dong.

You groan, lifting your head half an inch. The sheets are damp with sweat and cum. Your back still glistens with oil, and you’re far too dazed to move.

“Food’s here,” Saerom says, voice calm, almost amused.

Still no clothes. None of them bothered. And of course she doesn’t either — she’s already moving, taut ass and lean muscle on full display as she strolls through the open-plan villa, the warm gold of sunset spilling over her naked back.

You blearily watch her walk — the sway of her hips, the casual way she lifts her arms to brush her hair back. Her pits glisten faintly. There’s cum somewhere between her legs. Maybe yours. Probably yours.

The door opens.

“Good evening,” a man says. A voice. Not too young. Professional.

You bolt up a little, suddenly wide awake in the dumbest possible way. Your cock flinches — not hard, just… startled.

“Oh, just leave it by the table,” Saerom says sweetly. Still nude. Still glowing.

She walks back into view a few seconds later, brushing her fingers through her hair like nothing happened. Jiheon peeks out from behind a doorframe, tits bouncing freely as she pads over with a stretch. Chaeyoung yawns as she rises from the bed, cum still glistening on her chest, one thigh shiny with oil.

No one’s bothered. No one’s dressed.

Not even you.

The door shuts quietly behind the waiter. Footsteps retreating. No scream. No scandal. Maybe he’s seen it all before.

But you doubt he’s ever seen this.

Room service has arrived.

And Day 1 isn’t even over yet.

Hope y'all enjoyed this long awaited piece! Days 2-5 will come out soon.

[prael]

Respite

Kinktember Day 29: Ice Play

Fromis_9 Hayoung x male or female reader smut

words: 2,775 Kinktember Masterlist Happy Hayoung day!

The heat is one of those inevitable annoyances in life. We spend all of our existence looking for its antidotes. We live in air-conditioned buildings, fan ourselves, wear the lightest materials, consume iced treats, and immerse ourselves in pools or the sea. We often seem obsessed with the cold. Yet what do we seek with it, other than respite?

There are certain sensations to which our biology gives us very little protection: the scorching blaze of fire and the bone-chilling frost of ice. Some individuals may take pleasure from being subjected to extreme temperatures—such as burning candle wax or, in Hayoung's case, melting ice.

Sweat on her skin, droplets decorating every inch of her flesh in a glistening glow. They move ever so slightly as she breaths, and occasionally one may fall, running down her curves, sinking down her well-toned body until they trail off her body and onto the bed below her, soaking into the towel.

This is a rare occasion where an ice-cold touch will be both a respite and a source of pleasure.

You see Hayoung open her lips, to ask, "What are you going to do?"

"This." You slip an ice cube into your mouth and lower your lips to hers.

Hayoung accepts you, accepting the coolness you carry with your mouth, and your tongue tangles with hers in a brief dance. So quickly does the ice melt once her heat takes it, so quickly the cool touch vanishes as she warms her gift from you. You place another in your mouth, this time kissing the sides of her neck. Hayoung breathes a sigh of gentle relief.

You run your mouth over her neck, kissing and pressing the ice against her skin, the water expelled from your mouth and replaced with her sweat. You taste it on her skin; there's an effervescent tinge that stirs your desire in the back of your mouth. You run your mouth over the sensitive crook between her shoulders and her collarbone and she gasps, twitches, and shuffles slightly under you. You stay until the cube completely melts against her.

There's this hot, humid air that rises from her skin and threatens to engulf you.

"Does that feel good?"

She nods quickly, then eagerly accepts her next ice cube when you offer it on her tongue. You take another for yourself too, purse it in your lips and place them just below her chin. You drag it down her body, your head trailing behind as you leave a faint watery trail down her front, between her breasts. Hayoung lets out short pants as you pull your lips painfully slowly down her skin. Down between her abs. As you run out of ice, you allow the cool water to drain from your mouth and drizzle over her hot skin, letting it flow off her and hit the towel beneath her.

"That tickles," Hayoung laughs.

"Oh, does it?" You place another cube into your mouth and press it to the side of her neck. 

"Ah... Yeah, I like it." She gasps as it makes contact. This time you drag it down her again, but heading right towards the small mound of her breast. And the soft fleshy mound rises up with each breath, then sinks with every gasp in pleasure. When you finally arrive at her pink bud, she winces, and gently whines, yet allows you to carry on. You brush over her nipple a few times, back and forth while it starts to harden under your cold kiss. It grows perk and tender with a light redness.

Hayoung keeps smiling, laughing, every now and again looking down and watching you carefully rub your ice against her. Sometimes when you look up at her, the sight of her teeth buried into her wet lip fills you with a sense of hunger.

You work another one, in much the same way, starting by the other side of her neck. She moans a quiet sound of pleasure followed by a simple, "Yes." She squirms more and grips the sheets as the ice nears her other nipple.

"They're s-sensitive, you know," she stammers as you approach, almost apologetically, perhaps, she can't quite get her words out.

You make a few teasing brushes at the bud before finally closing your lips around it and taking it fully into the ice-cold depth of your mouth. Her reaction is immediate, she rolls her head back and clenches her body.

Then when you release her, it elicits a small whimper of loss.

You take one of her hands in yours, and with the ice cube in your mouth again, you start at her wrist, messily trailing ice-cold water across the skin. You reach her upper arm, then dip into her armpit—where it really tickles her. With your free hand, you delicately tweak at her nipple—the now freezing wet nub only adding to her arousal as you press on. Repeated licks of her armpit are enough to make her squirm, as she laughs out half-hearted pleads to stop.

You repeat it again, as you did before, to her other arm. Licking up sweat and replacing it with ice-cold kisses and tiny droplets of water. She tastes sweet and salty—her body worthy to feast on.

You stand and look over her. Her arms spread to the side and everything above her waist soaked in your kisses. She's still flush with heat, burning up, even after your cooling efforts. She seems to burn ever hotter, an inviting presence, and she lays, wet and glistening with trails of water following her contours and pooling under her. She pants softly.

You tease her, "You're wetter than the ice, right now, aren't you?"

Her smile widens and her eyes smile too, her embarrassment turning to eagerness, she bites her lip, "Mmmm," her confirmation is brief but deep and heavy with desire.

Her eyes follow you hungrily as you move back towards the side of the bed, and pick up a pair of cubes. You take them directly to her breasts, encircling her little nubs.

"How does that feel?" you ask softly, playing with them.

She bites her lip, exhales deeply, and struggles to give a tangible response.

You trail them down onto her abs and watch as they tense up under you. You feel her muscles tighten under your touch. Hayoung's breathing grows heavier in anticipation as you near her hips. And there's a smile she flashes you—knowing what she wants you to do, and knowing you have some intention of doing it.

You enjoy the way her tight little waist reacts to the change in temperature as she twists and arches herself up. Her smooth, well-trained curves, her naked body. When the cubes melt away to almost nothing, you trace wet fingertips over her v-line, teasing at the curve of her hips. 

More ice in your mouth, and a new target. "These feet must be so sore. Did you work them so hard today? Does it hurt?"

"So sore," she affirms. "I danced for hours."

You lift one of her legs, bringing her foot up to your mouth. And you run your tongue along its base, up, to her toes, and back down again. She whimpers softly and flexes her toes. You catch each of them, one by one in your mouth, and nurse them gently. "But you were amazing up there," you add.

Hayoung mumbles in embarrassment, hiding her face in her hand.

You let her rest the sole of her foot against your face, as you lick and kiss at her, soothing her tender soles and relaxing her muscles. Hayoung peeks through her fingers, "That tickles so much," she says with a quiet laugh. You massage the ice-cold water into her skin, massaging her muscles with firm, sweeping movements and she sighs a comfortable, pleasured sigh.

You kiss your way to her ankle—admiring the toned softness of her leg as you look down. You rest it on your shoulder and bring her other foot up to repeat the same actions. Caressing her sole with cold licks, massaging, and pressing them against your cheek. "Relaxed yet?"

"Mhm," she moans with a delightful approval.

After repeating the massage on her other foot, you set them on your shoulders, and with ice in each hand, you massage her legs with firm strokes. Up her thighs. Drinking up her deep exhales and moans as you travel further and further up, towards the end of her legs, where you take a pause at her inner thigh. The skin is delicate, soft and tender. And the heat that rises from it quickly melts the ice.

Hayoung knows where you want to go—where she wants you to go—so when she sets her legs back on the table, she spreads them wide. Her pussy is flushed and warm and looks so soft and inviting. She bites her finger while she waits for you. You leave her for a moment, going back to collect one more ice cube from the tray, returning to between her legs.

"You look so tasty. Do you want me to kiss it?"

She smiles at you, nodding.

"How many people were watching you today? You deserve a reward, don't you think?"

She nods again.

"So many people looking at these toned legs. These tight abs..."

She nods, her cheeks flushed with desire.

"Are you happy to have such a hot, sexy little body?"

She bites her lip. "Are you?"

There's a mutual smile between you as you lean in towards her. You hold your mouth just above her pussy and wait. Wait until a drop of icy water falls from it and lands between her lips.

"Ah." Her voice quivers as it hits her. She tries to spread herself as best she can for you, tilting her hips. You wait for more to fall onto her. Each droplet is followed by a small yelp and a series of squirms. Satisfied, you lean in to start just below her navel, trailing the ice cube towards her hips, making slow sweeping arcs in both directions as you tease her. Closer and closer you get to her pussy, which quivers and flexes each time you pass over the soft flesh just by its sides.

Finally, you plant your cube at the very top of her slit, letting it melt and pour down her sensitive opening. It runs over her and down between her cute little ass cheeks and into the towel below. She finally lets out a full, true moan of satisfaction—like she's been waiting forever. She wriggles her hips up and down, enjoying the sensation.

"Your moans are so cute," you tell her, planting your lips on the inside of her thigh.

You can't hold her off anymore, the pleading desperation in her whines, the writhing of her hips, so you take another cube, and this time plant your lips right over her swollen, hot clit. Hayoung winces and nearly leaps, lifting her legs and hooking her ankles around your back, holding you tight, forcing you to accept her, as though she didn't want to give up the source of her pleasure.

The cube quickly melts into her sensitive nub, she squeezes and quivers under the sensation. "It's so cold and... mmm!" Her sounds, her cries, the desperate heaving of her chest, the hotness that flows between her legs.

It's made her so sensitive that she reacts instantly to every movement of your mouth, even the slightest change in pressure. Cold licks to her pussy have her mewling and arching her back. She clutches the bed tightly, almost in pain—the most pleasurable pain you've ever given her.

Your jaw grows sore, but it's okay—she doesn't last much longer after that.

"I'm... ah! I'm..." You can feel her energy rising inside. Rising. Pushing back against you.

She thrashes her head from one side to the other, clenches her legs and twists her ankles, her stomach heaving, her skin abuzz with little sparks of electricity, the salty sweetness of her arousal runs freely as she erupts.

And she clings to you, clenches her thighs around your head, tight, tight, tighter as waves of bliss rise through her. It washes over her body, sweeping every muscle with pulses of ecstasy, her mouth lets out a glorious, freeing cry. Hot liquid pours from her pussy and over your chin, sweet and tantalizing, as you bathe her in kisses, suck and tease her sweetly sensitive nub, savouring the flavour of her excitement, even as she grows more and more overstimulated. Until the pulses fade and she relaxes—too spent to hang on.

You pry her thighs from your head and stand to see her fully as your eyes drink her in—how beautiful. She breathes deeply, smiling, staring upwards. She gives herself time to come down, panting hard and melting back down to earth.

She's barely having a moment to recover and you're already placing more ice in your mouth and holding some in your hand. You take your mouth to her nipple once again—taking her by surprise. She reacts weakly, laughing as you work on her.

When you put your hand between her legs and touch ice to her clit a second time, she lets out a quick scream of shock and then twitches and writhes. A delicious look of surprise and amusement mixed in her smile and voice. "So soon?"

You respond by rubbing the ice against her pussy, dragging it up and down. Over her hole then back to her clit. Back and forth, up, down. Hayoung arches herself and tries to pull away—but not because she doesn't want it. Because it's overwhelming, but so enjoyable, that her nerves struggle to keep up. She finds it difficult to speak, struggling for air. And she turns into an erotic little mess under your touch.

You kiss her breasts as you start to work your fingers harder against her, and her entire body starts to rock up and down with the motions. She reaches out, digging her fingers into your hair and drawing your face against her breast. "Yes! Please!" She moans. And so you keep at it, you kiss her and tease her and take advantage of how sensitive and weak her body is. You allow her pleasure to bloom out over her—blossoming bright and colourful.

By now, the ice has melted entirely, and you focus entirely on stimulating her clit with your fingers—quick, urgent circles. Just the way you know she likes it.

Again you can feel her build up her energy, rising high, above the horizon and preparing to unleash a cascade. You bite her gently and work your fingers so quickly, that all she can do is emit a guttural moan of desire, so overcome with pleasure she cannot properly vocalise anything more.

When the dam of her lust breaks and she's sent floating down the river, it's only your name that she manages to cry.

Hayoung cums so hard that her body seizes up entirely. Fiery tingles sweep over her limbs. Waves crash down within, sending her reeling, eyes closed, open-mouthed and moaning long and low. She grips tightly into your hair while pleasure pulsates within. The sound of her bliss echoes between the walls of the room. Finally, her pleasure drains away. Her voice fades out and her body goes slack.

You try to lift yourself up to observe the fruit of your labour—but she holds you close.

"Oh god. Wait. A minute," she forces the words from her lips. "Just... don't move."

As Hayoung drifts through her post-orgasmic haze, you feel her heartbeat through her bare, sweat-kissed skin. It slows as she relaxes. Her chest rises with every breath, and she flutters her eyes to try and fix the world before her. There's an easy smile that comes so naturally, and she has to breathe several times before the words, "That was perfect," can come.

You might not have actually cooled her down some, but relief came in a different form. A beautiful form.

"It's okay," you tell her. "Just lie down and rest. I can get the shower ready."

She agrees without a word.

You take a moment to bask in the sight of her before you step away. She glows in post-orgasmic bliss. Her slender naked body is bare in all its beautiful, wet glory. This gorgeous, ethereal goddess, this divine human, who graces us, who we, by some luck are fortunate to live among—to watch on the TV, to listen to on the radio, to watch perform and give her life to the dance. And you, by some greater luck, are fortunate to make her feel the deepest of pleasures.

[charrlote365]

Forever Summer

Reference Idol: fromis_9 SONG HAYOUNG Word Count: 37.064

Tags: Mostly fluff , Kpop idol, fantasy, fromis_9, Song Hayoung

I fell asleep on the beach today, the sand felt like a comforting blanket. The sound of the waves and the gentle caress of the ocean breeze sent me into a deep slumber. In my dream, I saw her. Hayoung. She was as radiant as ever, her long hair shined like silk in the sunlight. She leaned in close, her fingers delicately stroking my face, and her sweet smile filled me with a warmth that I had missed for so long.

"Do you remember our promise?" she whispered, like a melody from our past.

I woke up abruptly, the dream dissipating like morning mist. The sky was a brilliant blue, and the sea sparkled under the midday sun, but a sense of sadness lingered. It had been years since I last saw Hayoung, and yet, she still visited my dreams as if no time had passed at all.

I sat up, brushing the sand off my clothes, and gazed out at the horizon. Life on Seonhae Island had a way of making time feel fluid, yet my memories of Hayoung remained vivid and unchanging. I loved her then, and I realized I still loved her now. But she was in Seoul, living a life that seemed impossible to reach.

After high school, Hayoung had moved to Seoul to pursue her dream of becoming an idol. She succeeded, of course. Her talent and determination made her a star, adored by flovers. I followed her career from afar, watching every performance and buying every album. Yet, despite the pride I felt, there was always an underlying sadness, a longing for the days when she was just a girl with dreams, sharing secrets with me under the big tree besides our school which now has been abandoned due to declining birth rates on the island.

At 28, I had settled into a routine on the island, working at my family's fishing business. The days were predictable, and while I found comfort in the familiarity within the island with all the residents, there was always a part of me that longed for something more, something that had gone long time ago along with Hayoung's departure.

One afternoon, as I was mending nets by the dock, my mother approached me with a smile that hinted she was up to something. “We have guests arriving today. I need you to help with the preparations.”

I was puzzled but didn’t question it. It was common for us to have family friends visit during the summer. I went doing my tasks, setting up the dining area and helping with the cooking. As evening fell, the doorbell rang, and my heart dropped when I saw who stepped through the door.

It was Hayoung.

She looked as radiant as ever, wearing a red dress that completed her graceful figure. The color suited her, making her look even more beautiful, if that was possible. There was a softness in her eyes that I remembered from our childhood. For a moment, time stood still. All the years melted away, and it felt like it was just the two of us again, as if she had never left.

Before I could say anything, she spotted our dog, Jjangi, who jumped towards her with excitement. Hayoung dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around Jjangi, her laughter filling the room.

"Jjangi! I missed you so much," she said, burying her face in his fur. Jjangi wagged his tail furiously, clearly just as happy to see her.

Watching her embracing Jjangi, I felt a surge of emotion. It was as if all the yearnings I had kept buried for years resurfaced in an instant. She looked so natural, so at home, and I realized just how much I had missed her.

“It’s been a long time,” she said, while hugging Jjangi. Her eyes met mine, her voice made my heart fluttered.

I could barely find my voice. “Hayoung… welcome home.”

As we sat down for dinner, our parents distributed the cutleries. Both families gathered around the table, the atmosphere filled with warmth and nostalgia. Midway through the meal, our parents began reminiscing about the past, laughing about our childhood antics. Suddenly, my mother mentioned, half-jokingly to me, "Do you remember once you said you're going to marry Hayoung?"

Hayoung's mother chimed in, "Ah! yes, yes! You even said it in front us! You two were so adorable together. It would be nice if that came true. Should we do it for real this time?"

The families laughed together, the sound filling the room with warmth. I laughed along, but a sense of panic stirred within me. Could they actually be serious? The thought of marrying Haying, is a dream I'd held for years, yet the talks about it seemed too sudden and overwhelming.

As if on cue, Hayoung's father added, "You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea if you two got married this summer. It’s the perfect opportunity since Hayoung is back for a while."

I glanced at Hayoung, worried that this sudden talk would burden her. She was still an idol, after all, with a demanding career. She didn't say anything, but I noticed her sneaking glances at me, trying to see my reaction.

Hayoung’s silence made me even more nervous, but she continued to steal secret looks at me, her expression was unreadable. The rest of the dinner continued with more light-hearted chatter, but the thought of our parents' suggestion lingered in the air, creating a mix of excitement and anxiety within me.

After dinner, Hayoung and her parents went home. As the night deepened, I found myself restless, looking up to ceiling of my room, replaying the events of the evening in my mind. I couldn't shake the memory of Hayoung's secretive glances and all the casual yet significant talk of marriage.

As I was closing my eyes, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Hayoung, accompanied by a selfie of her silly look.

"Hey you, jigeum mwohae?" she texted.

I smiled at her familiar, confident approach. Despite the years apart, she seemed just as comfortable as she always had.

"Not much, just thinking about how crazy tonight was," I replied.

"Yeah, our parents sure know how to make things interesting haha," she responded with a laughing emoji. "All the nostalgic talks tonight reminds me of how we were in high school. I think I was kinda tomboyish and silly back then."

I chuckled, instantly transported back to those wild days. "Oh, you're 1000% right! You still remember you once cold punched the bullies into the freezing pond at school during early winter since they were trying to take our money? It was so chaotic they all were sent to hospital afterwards"

Hayoung's laughter echoed through her texts. "Hahahahaha… someone had to keep things in order and interesting! And you were the one who got panicked and afraid that they might actually die from that."

"hahaha.. they looked so pathetic I thought they were really in danger. That's right, and without you probably they would still bully me until now" I said with a smile emote. "You always did whatever you think right to do."

We continued chatting, the conversation flowing as easily as it had years ago. It felt like no time had passed at all between us.

After a while, Hayoung sent another message. "Hey, are you free tomorrow? I was thinking of roaming around the neighborhood, kinda miss this place a lot, could you accompany me?"

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of spending time with her. "Of course, I'd love to. What time?"

"How about we meet at 10 AM by the old tree?"

"Sounds perfect. See you then."

As I put my phone down, I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tomorrow would be a revisit memories and perhaps the start of something new. With Hayoung back on the island, anything seemed possible.

The next day the sun rose with a soft, golden light filtering through the leaves, as if promising a perfect summer morning. I waited at the old big tree, anticipation stirring within me as I saw Hayoung approaching. She appeared from the path horizon, covered with beautiful white dress that seemed to shine in the morning sun. It was the type of dress I had always admired on her, the simplicity, yet elegance of it showing her natural beauty.

As she drew near, I couldn't help but smile. "You look amazing," I said, my voice genuine and warm.

A faint blush colored her cheeks as she smiled back. "Thank you," she replied, her eyes showed appreciation. "I thought you'd like it."

Her words sent a flutter through my heart, and for a moment, I struggled to find my composure. Hayoung had a way of effortlessly charming me, just as she always had.

The first place we ventured was into the forest, right behind our school, the air alive with the scent of pine and earth. There's nothing scary about the forest, we both knew everything about that place as if its our second home. As we searched for the flowers she loved, Hayoung's laughter echoed among the trees, filling me with a sense of joy and nostalgia. At one point, she suddenly handed me all the flowers we have gathered and turned to me with a playful grin.

"Race you to that hill!" she exclaimed, pointing ahead.

I grinned, unable to resist her infectious energy. "You're on!" I replied, taking off after her.

We ran through the forest, our laughter mingling with the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. The path opened up to a hill with a vast area of short grass, stretching out like a green carpet. The hill was quite high, offering a breathtaking overview of the entire island. The sea shimmered in the distance, and the rooftops of our small town were nestled among the trees below. Windmills scattered around, complimenting the whole look. The scenery was beautiful and romantic, a perfect backdrop for our day together.

As we reached the clearing, Hayoung suddenly stumbled and fell onto the soft grass. I rushed to her side, concerned.

"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching out a hand to help her up.

Hayoung looked up at me with a playful smile and instead of taking my hand, she pulled me down beside her. "I'm fine, sit here with me" she said, laughing. "Come on, let's just lay here and enjoy the view."

Reluctantly, I lay down next to her, the cold grass contrast to the warm sun. We lay there side by side, gazing up at the clear blue sky and the beautiful scenery of the island spread out before us.

"This is perfect," Hayoung murmured, her voice soft and content. "I missed this place so much."

I turned my head to look at her, my heart almost bursted with affection. "Yeah, and it's the best with you here."

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, feeling in the beauty of the moment. Then, Hayoung broke the quiet, her tone sound thoughtful. "You know, about our parents brought up that whole marriage proposal thing last night."

I felt a brief anxiety but kept my voice steady. "Yeah, they did. It was a bit of a surprise."

Hayoung turned her head to face me, her eyes serious yet kind. "Do you remember when you proposed to me in front of our parents? We were just kids."

A smile tugged at my lips as the memory resurfaced. "How could I forget? I even prepared with a bouquet of flowers I gathered from the forest."

She laughed softly, the sound blending with the gentle rustle of the grass. "You were so earnest about it, too. I remember thinking it was the most romantic thing ever."

"Do you remember," I began, turning my head to look at her, "how you ran away up here after I proposed to you in front of your parents?"

Hayoung laughed, the sound like a sweet echo of our past. "of course, I do. I got shy and embarrassed. I thought running away to this hill would help me to calm down."

"Then I chased after you," I continued, smiling at the memory. "And when I found you here, I proposed again. You then asked me what I could offer if you said yes."

Hayoung's eyes sparkled with amusement and nostalgia. "Yes, and since you're just a kid, you said you don't have money but you'd always love me and stay by my side."

I nodded, "And I meant every word. But you didn't answer right away. You asked for some time to think, but never actually replied."

Hayoung's expression grew thoughtful. "I was so young and didn't know what to say back then. But now, even after years later, I have proof of how true your words were."

"Do you still fulfill your promises?" she asked softly, her eyes staring mine.

"I do," I replied, my voice steady with conviction. "I always kept them. I've always loved you and stayed loyal to you, even when you were in Seoul. Everyone in town knows how much you mean to me. They always ask about you, and I always eager to tell how well you're doing in Seoul, keep supporting you from here and waiting for you to come back home is the best I could do."

Hayoung's eyes suddenly glistened with unshed tears, and she nodded. "I know. People in town kept telling me about it before I saw you this morning. I didn't know whether to believe them until now."

She took a deep breath, her gaze intense, holding her tears. "Oppa, propose to me again," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. This was the first time she addressed me that way. "Right here, with the flowers in your hand."

My heart pounded as I stood up, gathering a handful of the delicate wildflowers we collected together in the forest. I knelt down in front of her, the flowers trembling slightly in my grasp.

"Hayoung," I began, my voice filled with love and sincerity, "I've loved you since we were kids, and that love has only grown stronger over the years. I promised to always be by your side, to cherish and support you in everything you do, I kept that promise in the past, even now, and I will always be in future. Will you accept my love?"

Tears finally streamed down Hayoung's face as she looked at me, her smile radiant and full of joy. "Yes," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, I accept your love".

At that moment, an overwhelming sense of relief and happiness washed over me. It was as if that heavy burden I had carried for years had been lifted, replaced by a warmth that spread through my entire being. My heart swelled with love, and I felt an unbreakable connection between us, stronger than anything I had ever known. All the years of waiting, hoping, and remaining loyal to her had led to this perfect moment. My eyes started to blurred up by the tears of my own as I realized that she truly felt the same way.

My hands trembled slightly as I gently touched her face, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. I leaned in, and our lips met in a soft, tender kiss, filled with all the emotions we had kept inside for so long. It was gentle at first, an explorative kiss, but then it deepened, becoming more passionate as years of longing and love pouring out from our deepest heart. I felt Hayoung's hands slide up to my shoulders, her touch warm and reassuring.

The whole world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in that moment. The kiss expressed all our promises, dreams, and a future we both wanted to build together. As we finally pulled back, breathless and with our foreheads resting against each other, the sun started to set behind us, casting a golden glow over the island and sealing our love in the beauty of that perfect summer evening.

"This better than I imagined," Hayoung whispered, her eyes looked deeply to me, a bright smile complimented her lips.

As the sun set behind us, Hayoung and I stood up, hand in hand, ready to head back to her house. The path down the hill was still clear, and we walked slowly, savoring every second of the moment. Our fingers interlaced, and I felt a deep sense of contentment and belonging.

As we made our way through the neighborhood, people began to notice us. Familiar faces turned toward us, and I saw smiles spreading across them. The older couples, who had known us since we were kids, nodded approvingly. The younger ones whispered excitedly to each other. It was as if the entire neighborhood had been waiting for this moment as much as we had.

One elderly lady, Mrs. Park, who used to be our homeroom teacher, clapped her hands together slowly and beamed at us. "It's about time, you two," she called out, raising her thumb up, giving approvals.

Hayoung and I exchanged a shy glance, both of us blushing slightly. Despite the embarrassment, we couldn't help but smile back at everyone. The atmosphere was filled with warmth and affection, making our happiness even felt real.

Hayoung giggled softly and squeezed my hand. "It's nice to see everyone so happy for us," she said, her voice filled with delight.

I nodded, feeling my heart filled with pride and love. "Yeah, it really is."

As we arrived at Hayoung's house, we noticed the absence of her parents' car in the driveway. The house was quiet and dark, just a single light on the porch. We exchanged a glance, realizing we were alone for the first time under the roof as a couple.

"Looks like my parents aren't home yet," Hayoung said, her voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and slight awkwardness.

"Yeah, I guess it's just us," I replied, feeling a tiny bit of nervousness.

We stepped inside, the familiar warmth of her home surrounding us. Hayoung closed the door behind us, and we sat down in the dining room for a moment, unsure of what to do next. The silence felt heavier than usual, filled with the unspoken tension.

"Um, do you want something to drink?" Hayoung offered, breaking the silence.

"S-Sure," I said, grateful for the distraction.

She walked into the kitchen, and I followed her, trying to act natural. As she poured us both some water, I couldn't help but notice how different everything felt. The playful ease we had shared all day seemed to have been replaced by a newfound shyness.

We sipped our water in silence, standing in the kitchen. I glanced at the clock and then back at Hayoung. "I should probably get going," I said, not wanting to think something inappropriate towards her.

Hayoung's face fell slightly, but she quickly masked it with a smile. "Oh, um, it would be nice if you at least stay for dinner. I mean, if you want to."

Her invitation made my heart race, but the nervousness got the better of me. "I.. Maybe another time?"

She nodded, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Another time."

I felt a pang of regret as I left her house, the door closing softly behind me after we waved a good bye. As I walked down the path towards home, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was making a mistake. Yet, just a few minutes later, my phone buzzed with a message from Hayoung and a selfie of her.

"Oppa, it's already late at night and I think you must be hungry, I don't want you to feel hungry so…I decided that I'll be your dinner tonight.. Please come back? 😊"

Her message, along with her nude selfie made me stop in my tracks. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding hard as I turned around and ran my way back to her house quickly.

When I knocked on the door, Hayoung opened it almost immediately, she was wearing nothing but a white apron. A raccoon-like smile was on her face. "Changed your mind, Oppa?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Yeah," I said, smiling back. "I think I'm just too hungry of you tonight."

As I said that, I moved towards her and started kissing her aggresively. I was eating her lips as if they're tuna sushi, making a big smooch sound for every breath, I gently bit her lips and suck them hard. Hayoung seemed to be affected by the whole atmosphere as she also started biting my tongue and pulled them inside her mouth. Our breath getting heavier and as our body curled in close together, I could see the lower part of her apron is now a bit wet from her love juice.

"Let's move to your room?", I asked, almost a whisper to her ear. "Y-yes, I think we should", Hanyang answered with an uncontrollable breath. She gripped my fingers softly, our fingers intertwined together in the warmth of the whole atmosphere and with that, Hanyang guided me to her room. Even though we had known each other for very long time, this would be my first time I got into her bed room. My heart's pounding harder by all the anticipations.

Hayoung opened the door, and we stepped inside, taking in the space. Her room was cozy and inviting, with a soft white paint on the walls and soft warm lights strung along walls. Photos and posters filled the walls, a mix of memories from her childhood and her journey as an idol. A bookshelf filled with books lined at one wall, and a comfy bed with a heap of pillows sat in the center.

Hayoung's smile widened, and she squeezed my hands gently. "I'm so happy now. It feels like everything is so perfect since ever we met again", She shyly said.

She turned her back to me, lifting her hair to reveal the delicate part of her nape. "Oppa," Hayoung said, breaking the silence. "Would you take off this apron for me?." while looking back at me with the soft look. I gulped, frozen for seconds while looking at her bare back and ass cheeks for the first time. I moved closer, my fingers trembling slightly as I untie the apron slowly from her back. The proximity was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her.

I couldn't stop myself from kissing her nape. Hayoung slightly raised her shoulder as she felt ticklish from the kiss. Her body smelled really nice, there's slight hint of flower, light perfume and… a hint of close to baby powder scent. My right hand started to travel to her breast, feeling them from behind.. I found it really sexy, my hand groped while my fingers started to pinch and teasing her nips. Hayoung didn't say anything, but she occasionally twitched and let out small moans and I found them so cute.

"Y-yaa.. why am I the one who's naked here?" she lamented while her hands started to get into my pants. "Eh?", she said half surprised, "Has it always been this big?". My little ego felt a slight jolt of happiness as she found my dick as what she favored. "No, it's not always that big, it got that big probably because of you?", I jokingly teased her. She let out a bright smile, she looked so cute yet sexy with those big breasts of her.

Hayoung then squatted down and started to remove my jeans, leaving me with just my shirt and boxer. She began stroking gently from the outer layer of my boxer, I got excited and some pre-cum started to wet my boxer and it leaked a bit to the surface. "Oh? What's this?", Hayoung wondering. "I-it's my love juice, got some out because I love you that much", I joked. Hayoung couldn't hold her laugh hearing my reply, she found it romantic yet naughty. She then started to smell them, putting her nose closer to the tip of my dick and she licked it slowly. She seemed to be enjoying the taste as she tried to put it inside her mouth. She bit my boxer and pulled them down, leaving my dick to be free, exposing it to the air.

She then looked closely to my erected dick with so much curiosity and that showed clearly from her racoon-like eyes. This must be something new to her as she's always tried to pretend like she doesn't like erotic stuffs. "They look so stiff, does it hurt? Should I slowly lick it?", she asked while looking at me to the eye. "No, not yet, you know right? Ladies first? Let me lick yours first". Hanyang face got redder. I pulled her hand gently and rested her on her bed. I spread wide her legs up to the air but she got shy so she tried to hide her pussy with both of her hands. Her eyes locked onto mine, she wanted to do it but all these new naughty things we did all of sudden made her scared a bit.

"It's okay, Hanyang, I'll do it gently, you trust me?", I said to calm her down. She nodded and let go of her hands from her pussy. I could see her pussy clearly as blue sky now. diamond shaped pubic hair, small labia and distinct pink colour inside her complimented the view of the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen in my life. Her pussy was wet and kept oozing some transparent, sticky liquid. I kissed her clits and started to suck them gently. I tried to put my finger into her hole but found out how short it was due to her hymen.

Realizing this, I just put my forefinger halfway, and bent them up, trying to rub the g-spot gently, building up the tense while kept sucking her clit. She began biting her finger, trying to hold her voice out, she kept looking at me with the face filled with ecstasy. She suddenly grabbed my hair and pushed it harder into her pussy as her body arching up, I grabbed her ass cheeks with my left hand to hold them up. Not long after, she finally let out big moan as her body twitched hard. I immediately knew she just come.

It's time to stick it in. I stood up and started to position myself into missionary to put my dick inside her. "Are we really doing this?", I asked her wondering if she's ready of what's going to happen next. She didn't say anything but a nod, signaling that she's ready to do it. I gently put my dick inside her, it was really tight and my dick tip reached her hymen. I slowly pushed them harder, and finally, it broke. Hanyang face mirrored a slight pain she felt as she grabbed my shoulder with her finger nails and scratched my back. It felt hurt but as she went the same thing, I didn't even dare to complain. A trail of blood started to stream down from her pussy and my dick was now completely inside her yet I didn't dare to move. I lowered my shoulder and we're now facing each other closely. "Are you okay?", I asked trying make sure that she's not hurting. "I-I am okay, just don't move yet", she answered.

With my hard rock dick still inside her, I felt the intimacy and comfort filled in the room. I could see every detail of Hayoung's face, the curve of her thick lips, the innocence in her eyes, the red blush on her cheeks. Everything looked so perfect the way it was.

"Do you remember the last time we were this close?" she asked, her voice a gentle whisper.

My eyes looked up, trying to remember if such thing existed. "Yeah, probably when we used to study together. We would sit together at my desk, facing each other as close as this".

She chuckled softly. "And you always found a way to distract us from studying."

"Wasn't that my job?" I teased. "To make sure you took breaks and enjoyed life a little?"

"Well, you were very good at it," she admitted, her eyes smiled. "And you still are. I don't even feel in pain anymore." I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers comfortably placed on her cheek.

"Hayoung," I said softly. "Should I begin to move?", confirming again that she didn't feel hurt. "Yes", she answered. With that, I began to move gently, ensuring that every move conveyed my true feelings to her, they weren't just lust, but sense of love, care, loyalty and responsibility.

Hanyang started to let out small moans, her expression started to show that she's enjoying it. "Oppa, It started to feel good, you can move faster now". I quickened my pace, creating slapping sound that echoed around the room. My eyes kept locked on her face, saving every memory of her expression in this intimate moment.

I moved gradually faster, the pace was blurring my sanity, I groped her breasts hard and Hayoung let out a loud moan. We kissed and ate out each other while retaining our hips pace. "Hanyang, I think I'm going to cum, let me do it outside", I declared with heavy breath as I could no longer hold it. "No, its okay, cum inside me, fill me with everything you've got. It's safe day, don't worry about it", she replied with uncontrollable voice.

She then suddenly folded her legs inwards, locking me in place, ensuring that I didn't pull out, pushing me even deeper that within seconds, I finally came. "Hanyangg!! I'm comingg!!", I shouted hard, releasing as much semen into her womb. Although I knew it's her safe day, deep inside I slightly hoped that she got pregnant.

Hayoung felt the burst of my semen inside her stomach. She slightly peeked down, my semen and the blood from her hymen seemed to mixed up, spilling out from her pussy. She then looked into my eyes and slightly nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "We finally did it."

"I love you, Hanyang" I whispered, the words coming straight from my heart.

"I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity and warmth. "More than words can express."

Our quiet, intimate moment was interrupted by the growl of our stomachs. We looked at each other and we both laughed, realizing we had skipped dinner in all the excitement.

"It's almost 10 PM," I said, glancing at the clock. "We should probably eat something."

Hayoung nodded, her eyes still teary. "Are you going to cook? I'm starving, but I could use a bath after today."

"Sure, I'll cook something up," I replied, feeling a bit more confident now. "You can go relax."

She gave me a grateful smile before heading to the bathroom. I made my way out of her room to the kitchen, determined to make something special for her. The sound of the rain tapping against the windows provided a soothing white noise as I worked.

Knowing how much Hayoung loved seafood, I decided to make a simple yet comforting dish, jjukkumi bokkeum (spicy stir-fried baby octopus) with a side of rice and some banchan (Korean side dishes). The aroma of spicy octopus, garlic, and sesame oil filled the kitchen, mingling with the sound of the rain. Once everything was ready, I plated the food and carefully carried it back to Hayoung's room.

When I arrived, Hayoung was just stepping out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel. Her hair was damp, and she looked refreshed and beautiful. She smiled when she saw me with the food.

"That smells amazing," she said, her eyes lighting up.

"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it smells," I replied with a grin, setting the plates on her bedside table.

She changed into a comfortable dress and joined me on the bed. The rain continued to fall heavier outside, creating a cozy atmosphere. We ate together, exchanging smiles and gentle touches. At one point, I reached out and took a piece of chili on her cheeks, while brushing a strand of wet hair from her face.

"This is delicious!," Hayoung said. "I missed home cooked food like this."

"I'm glad you like it," I said, feeling a sense of pride.

As we finished our meal, the rain intensified, drumming steadily against the roof. It was clear that Hayoung's parents wouldn't be able to make it back home tonight, and I realized that I would probably be staying here too.

"Looks like I'm not going anywhere," I said, glancing at the rain-soaked window.

Hayoung looked at me with a shy smile. "I don't mind. In fact, I'd like it if you stayed."

I stood up, stretching a bit. "I should probably take a bath too," I said, feeling a bit self-conscious.

Hayoung shook her head, her smile mischievous. "No? You don't need though?," she said, her eyes were playful. "You always smell good."

I chuckled, feeling my cheeks warm. "My sweat smells good? Really? Well, okay, If you say so."

"I do," she insisted, tugging me back onto the bed. "Come, stay here with me in bed."

We settled back on the bed, the remnants of our meal pushed aside. The room felt even cozier with the sound of the rain enveloping us. I took her hand, and we lay back down, side by side, facing each other.

"Thank you for dinner," she whispered, her eyes locked onto mine, her smile brightened.

"And thank you for being here," I replied, squeezing her hand gently.

"You know," she said softly, "this feels like a dream. Like we're really living together, like husband and wife."

I smiled, my heart felt the warmth. "It does, doesn't it? I can't wait for the day I become your real husband."

She blushed, her eyes shining with happiness. "Me too. I've always imagined what it would be like to come home to you, to spend every evening like this."

Hayoung shifted closer, her head resting against my shoulder. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with honesty.

"I love you too," I replied, feeling a deep sense of contentment. I put my hand around her shoulder, pulling her closer under the warm blanket we shared. So many things had happened today, and every single moment felt like a dream. As I thought about it all, I realized Hayoung had already fallen asleep on my shoulder. We both fell asleep in each other's embrace, closing the never forgotten day in our whole life with each other's warmth.

Morning arrived, and I was gently woken by Hayoung’s soft voice. "Oppa, wake up," she whispered, her hand gently shaking my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep, and found myself staring into her smiling face. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, and I felt relieved. This wasn’t a dream. It was real, and she was here with me.

“Good morning,” I said, my voice husky from sleep.

“Good morning,” she replied, her smile widening.

As we prepared to leave the room, Hayoung grabbed my arm, interlocking her arm with mine, making me feel like we were a real husband and wife sharing our first morning together. It was a simple gesture, but it filled me with warmth and happiness.

However, as we opened the door, we were greeted by the playful grins of both Hayoung’s parents and mine. They stood there, clearly amused, and it was clear evidence that they knew exactly what happened last night.

“Good morning, lovebirds!” Hayoung’s father said with a chuckle.

My mother added, “Hayoung-ah, due to the heavy rain last night, your parents stayed over at our house last night. When they checked the CCTV in the dining room from their phone, they saw you two. It was lovely to see how happy you both were. I bet both of you had the most amazing night yesterday”. She said while teasing us.

Both Hayoung and I blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. We were promptly led to the dining room where breakfast was already prepared by our parents.

As we settled down for breakfast, the teasing didn’t stop. “So,” Hayoung’s mother began, her eyes filled with mischief, “When are you two planning to get married?”

I nearly choked on my food, caught off guard by the directness of the question. I glanced at Hayoung, who met my eyes with a calm, reassuring smile.

“Well,” I began hesitantly, “We havent…”

Hayoung suddenly squeezed my thigh under the table. I looked at her in surprise, and she gave me a mischievous grin, nodding ever so subtly as if urging me to say the otherwise. It was a clear signal to me, a signal that said she was ready for us to make this decision together.

Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I continued, “We’ve decided to get engaged this summer,” I said, my voice steadier now.

Hearing this, our parents expressed their happiness and approvals. “Now that’s the news I want to hear!” my father exclaimed.

“We’re so happy for you both,” Hayoung’s mother added. “It’s going to be a perfect summer this year.”

.... I always loved Summer season. The season with a gentle warmth that seemed to embrace our island, our home. And now, it was the perfect season for our engagement party, a celebration in the eventful evening that brought together not just our families and friends, but the entire community that had watched us grow up together.

The venue was decorated with vibrant colors of summer, with strings of fairy lights twinkling overhead and tables filled with bouquets of flowers. A large banner proclaimed, "Congratulations Hayoung & Y/N!" in cheerful letters, celebrating the culmination of our long journey from childhood friends to soon-to-be official husband and wife.

During the party, the fromis_9 members joined in the celebrations wholeheartedly, mingling with guests, enjoying the food, and even participating in some of the traditional dances performed to celebrate the engagement. Their presence added the excitement and glamour to the event, turning it into a memorable occasion not just for Hayoung and me, but for everyone who attended.

The engagement ceremony itself was heartfelt and meaningful. Hayoung looked radiant in a traditional Korean hanbok, her smile lighting up as she stood beside me, wearing an outfit that felt like a perfect fit for the occasion. We exchanged rings, symbols of our commitment and love, amidst applause and happy tears from our loved ones.

During the event, there was a slideshow playing on a large screen, showcasing photos of us growing up together. From playful days in kindergarten to high school, the slideshow captured our journey through the years. It was a touching reminder of how far we had come and the unwavering support we had received from our families and community.

Among the guests, including friends and business partners from Seoul, where I would soon join Hayoung. It was decided that I would work at my parents' business branch there, ensuring that Seoul branch blooms into a bigger business.

As the evening deepens, Hayoung and I found a quiet moment together under the sky filled with stars. We looked around at the warm gathering of our friends and family, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude and love. This summer, which had started with a simple reunion, had become a season of a long awaited love fulfilled and new promises made.

Holding each other's hand gently, we knew that our journey together was just beginning, filled with endless possibilities and the unwavering support of those who had watched us grow from childhood friends to partners in both love and life, until death do us apart. -End.

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Jiheon Jiggle 🤤🤤

[worldsover]

link in bio top 0.1% creator ft. Jiheon

length ✦ 7.6k

genres ✧ sex toys; lazy sex; cockwarming; camgirl!Jiheon

(sequel to [PPV] BG SEX...mp4; for @co-reborn)

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“So, how do you think it came out?” Jiheon asks. She’s in your lap as you sit on the couch.

You take a second to process the words, with Jiheon interrupting the review of the footage. All that’s in your brain is the delightful sight of her deep in pleasure while you fucked her from behind, as well as the delightful feel of her thighs squishing under your fingers right now—you love the way your touch can make her giggle.

“I think it’s a good start,” you say. “Once you get a better set up, I think it’ll be even better.”

In your mind, it’ll only be better when your cock is buried in her again, not just nested between her ass cheeks as they are now. 

Things unfortunately don’t get better as Jiheon leaves the warmth of your embrace. Turns out your judgment was flawed, however, when she ties her hair into a messy ponytail and gets on her knees between your spread legs.

She looks up and smiles. “Now for your payment, Daddy.”

You grab the phone.

This one will be on camera.

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"Holy shit. Fifty thousand dollars." Jiheon is scanning the financial dashboard; her channel, creamandheonni, has blown up, and it's only been three weeks, having only posted the sex scene, a quick blowjob, and a few flirtatious pictures. Your understanding of this new porn paradigm is tangential at best, through surface-level conversations with fellow actors who had this much more lucrative side hustle; you're aware regardless that Jiheon's frankly absurd growth can be attributed to her filling a niche, a rare intersection of natural prettiness and genuine enthusiasm.

"That's great news." From behind, you pull Jiheon into your arms. You were content with your life, or maybe just unwilling to diverge from the routine of mediocrity. You kiss the top of her head and bury your nose in her sweet-smelling hair, only tinged with pink as it'll soon fade back to black—more and more now, you want to entirely eschew routine. "You're going to be so successful," you say.

She's still scrolling through the dashboard, checking out her comments and likes, though she makes herself comfortable by leaning into your neck and humming. "Should I move out now?" Jiheon asks. "I mean, this place is a little cramped, and you have a nice house, right?"

Your fingers rake the ends of her hair. Deep breaths, your nose catches coconut, honey, a bit of jasmine. As Jiheon settles into your torso, her silky hair makes your neck feel fuzzy. You consider your next words carefully.

"If you want… you can move in with me while you look for a better apartment. No hurry, okay?"

There are people whose eyes you look into, deeply, yet feel nothing—for one, everybody you work with in a porn studio. However, Jiheon is not one of these people. She tilts her head back to look at you, and your heart trips on a bump on the floor and it bumps. Her fake blue lenses make her wide eyes shimmer like calm waves in a summer sea, or a cool drink on that same balmy day. 

"You'd really let me stay with you? Are you sure?"

Hold her tighter; she coos. "Yes," you say, more confident now. "And if you need a partner for any more videos..."

"I was just gonna ask that," she says with a sly grin. She turns around, straddles your lap, and puts her arms around your neck. "So you don't mind me moving in?"

"Not at all."

Jiheon kisses you, her lips soft and plump against yours. She starts to grind into your lap, your cock hardening under her ass.

"And you really, really don't mind helping me film?"

You laugh. "Whatever you need, baby."

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Whatever she needs. Apparently, it's much, and you're unsure how she fit her life in that shoebox.

As if she's always lived here, Jiheon has taken up half your house. Your fridge isn't a textbook example of a single male's diet anymore, gaining a whole variety of side dishes inside and its door now plastered with notes—mostly advertisements for new restaurants to try, though occasionally something more sentimental. Your bathroom has turned into a storage closet, filled with all kinds of self-care items, nail polishes, and beauty masks. You even come home one evening to find a pink coffee machine sitting pretty on your countertop. She's managed to snatch up your master bedroom, relegating you into your guest bedroom, a quaint empty room now home to a vanity with lights. But that did not bother you, because you sleep together most days, and now you sleep a lot better, and wake up much earlier, with Jiheon wrapped around you every day.

The title of the film is Jiheon Fucks Her Landlord For Rent, and you don't need the script. Read it thirty times already. It's true that you're being exploited for money, but consider this: Whatever. This is top-shelf content you're having the pleasure of starring in, even if it's something like unpaid overtime. You come home from shoots to Jiheon sprawled naked on the bed, and your job cannot compare. With her petite ass out and her laptop open in front of her, she picks out songs to listen to while she edits clips to put up for sale. Then she would pounce on you, pushing you onto the mattress and riding you until you're both spent, and you would only hope she remembered to put a camera somewhere.

There is one fundamental problem for you, though—she is a fucking monster when it comes to fucking, and that's why, no matter how many times you fuck her, no matter how much cum you deposit inside her, no matter how tired you are, she always wants more.

Tonight is no exception. She saunters up to you while you're watching television, plops herself down right into your lap, and wiggles her ass over your crotch, a position that's become domestic.

"Hey," she murmurs, her arms around your neck, "whatcha watching?"

Not even a token effort to lean to the side so that you can keep watching. You shrug as your hands land on her back. "Not sure. Some sport. Volleyball. Tennis?"

Jiheon leans forward to nibble your ear. "Doesn't sound exciting. How about we do something more exciting?"

Your hands end up moving down to cup her ass—inevitable. "Mm, yeah? What'd you have in mind, baby girl?"

She grinds into your dick, hardening in haste. Jiheon pulls back to smirk at you, her eyes dark. "I was thinking… hmm, maybe Daddy could film me getting railed?"

"You just want enough money to buy a new toy," you say, laughing. Jiheon has accumulated quite the collection ever since setting up her OnlyFans, and you're still working out how to handle taxes and expenses with all that.

"Guilty," she chirps, pecking your lips. "But c'mon. I'll make it worth your while."

"Jiheon, today I had sex with three girls. Three." Your voice is as blank as your expression. "They were all just like you, new to porn. What more do you think I'd want?"

You're trying to tease her, and indeed, she sticks her bottom lip out. But there's genuine exhaustion there because as stated, three girls. Unstated is the hours standing around, waiting for them to get ready, ultimately ending in a sickeningly faux excitement

Jiheon stares into you. "Maybe you'd like spitroasting me? I've been talking to one of your porn dude friends about it."

You perk up. The image of Jiheon's face distorted, tears flowing down her cheeks, with two, maybe three dicks in her, is an enticing one.

Then you scratch your head. "Sorry, wait, 'porn dude friends'?"

"Yeah, your coworkers, you said you only like a few of them. And I talked to one of them and we've been coming up with a video idea."

As usual, you can never guess where she would be headed next. "Well, now you have me curious as to who."

She crosses her arms. "Mmm. Maybe I'll tell you after you fuck me."

You slouch. "Jiheon, I'm serious. I'm exhausted."

"You're shooting four scenes today," Jiheon says, sternly, and with her directorial tone, maybe she does have a career behind the camera too. "Trust me. We can do something relaxing. You know, nice and slow, maybe use this new toy I got. You don't have to pound me like rice flour into mochi. Or like some random girl who's gonna wash out of the porn industry after five scenes."

You counter, "You did in one."

Her lips tugging at a smile again, Jiheon slaps your chest. "Shut up, you know what I meant. Anyway, I'm just trying to suggest something new here. You can stay completely still inside me, and film me cumming over and over while I keep the new vibrator on me."

You close your mouth tight. The only thing your penis ever has to say about the topic: the more, the better; it says this in hardness. Jiheon giggles, knowing she's already convinced you.

"Besides, you could get some practice, lasting longer, without the pills," she says. "And then there's the whole thing about 'getting to cum inside the tightest pussy you've ever felt after years of being a porn star, honestly' but maybe you're taking that for granted now. Hmph." You'll never understand how she can look so cute while saying such immodest things, but Jiheon's pouting is undeniable. "I'm seriously excited about the vibrator though," she adds in that same breath.

However, you turn up your nose. A few spanks to Jiheon's ass, and you say, "And here I thought you only needed your Daddy to fuck you."

"Well, apparently Daddy is busy all day fucking three girls, so he's all tired by the time he gets home." She pouts, leans over, bedroom eyes, and whispers, right into your lips, "I have needs too, you know. Can't you take care of me properly?"

"Fine, fine. Let me shower first, you kinky little..." You trail off, searching for the right insult.

"Slut? Whore? Addict for Daddy's cock?" she supplies as she weighs down into your lap. "You're not going anywhere. I want your cock all sweaty and musky and used by some other girls."

"Alright, I get it," you say, peeling Jiheon off your thighs. "You're a kinky little slut whore addict for my cock. Let me at least get the cameras."

Jiheon grins, giving your cheek a kiss as you stand up. "Can't wait."

She runs back to her room to change clothes, finding a few things, a cock ring, an adorable thin black choker, and the newest addition—a blue bullet vibrator. You consider sneaking to the shower anyway, though before you make up your mind, she returns to the living room, setting up her laptop.

You've already prepared the three cameras, including a POV camera as well as the microphones, and you return seated to the couch. She checks all the lighting ("Natural but nice, not too bright," she said, giving her a leg up on most studio directors), the framing of each shot, while skimpy black underwear hugs her tight ass. How did Jiheon become such a detail-oriented person? This certainly doesn't seem like the same girl who was cum drunk in your lap after her debut scene. But you know how these amateur scenes always end—the sort of mess that makes a viewer need to watch the whole way through.

Jiheon starts the scene in earnest as she often does: one clap to mark the scene, then she shows off her outfit, this time a pink crop top and a black thong. She takes off her clothes slowly, then she cups her breasts, her nipples hardening under her touch. Jiheon finds her own delicate touch inadequate, desperate to pinch at the delicate pink buds under her top, and she moans quietly in response—moans grow louder with her other hand between her thighs, digits toying with her slit through the underwear. She's already soaked. The familiar shape of her pussy lips reacquaints itself with the light. It's where the theater would applaud. As she pulls away, licks her fingers clean, Jiheon lets out a little whine. You know it's genuine because you see her lips turn downwards for a split second, pouting at her self-induced lack of touch.

Composing herself, her big smile returns, and she gets down on her knees to crawl: destination—camera A to the side of the couch, pointing toward the center of the living room. Though you're not the target on the tripod, your view is pretty great. Jiheon's back is arched, her chest low, and her pert ass jiggles subtly with each step. Your eyes are glued to that edible little treat, and your hands are itching to grope and squeeze, but you resist. Jiheon is much more of a natural at this than you—when she reaches her destination, she gives the lens a kiss, then turns around, showing off her ass and wiggling her hips.

"Cut." She repositions the camera to face you on the couch, then she claps. Despite the clear marker, and though you know all this 4K 60FPS footage is going to make your new server room in the basement whine, you keep recording. Jiheon has a history of going off-script.

One example: she has two perfectly good feet, yet she's crawling back over to you, and before you can say anything, she's already got her lips against yours. Jiheon kisses you passionately, her tongue running along your lower lip and making you groan. It's the sort of footage you can put in a bonus reel. 

She points out the cock ring and the vibrator on the table."We can start with the POV camera. Show off putting the vibrator on me and the cock ring on you. Then camera B for the penetration, and camera A for the full body." Then she's back to kissing, sitting on your thigh, and did you always have a Pavlovian response to directorial whisper or did she instigate that is a new question.

Jiheon picks up the vibrator, turning it on as you position the camera on your shoulder. Her head is down as she fiddles with the settings, and you take the opportunity to cup her breasts. Jiheon lets out a moan, a low sudden noise, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She turns around, places her legs over yours, and pulls down her thong.

"Daddy, can you help me put this on? I'll suck you off as thanks," she says, her voice sweet as sugar.

You take the toy from her hands and press it against her wet entrance. Wetter now. She shudders and whimpers. Her thighs tense. When you turn it on, the toy buzzes against her clit and she lets out a heavy groan, what a symphonic cacophony. You tease her folds for a moment, circling the toy around before pushing it inside. The small thing disappears completely within Jiheon's cunt. You attach the blue wire coming out of her cunt to a strap around her thigh, then you play with the vibrator's settings on your phone, making Jiheon squirm.

"Oh, Daddy, fuck." Jiheon's legs clamp together, trapping your hand between her thighs, but it's only the second-best trap inside something greedy; your cock's becoming jealous of the vibrator inside her. 

Riding your palm and fingers, she rocks her hips back and forth, her back arches, and her adorable tits sway enough to get your mouth watering. She leans back against you, her hands gripping your arm.

"Fuck, you're so good at this. So good at getting me off." Jiheon turns around, her lips brushing against your ear.

You would attribute most of it to the machine doing work inside of her, but you don't want to ruin her video, so you simply kiss her neck, sucking on her soft skin. You can't ever get your lips off of each other's bodies. Her taste, a little sweat, a little heat, is not just a once-in-a-while dessert anymore—it's rice; it's water; nipping at her flesh is a staple, a daily need.

Jiheon sighs and purrs and grinds harder when your cock hardens against her ass. Your hand speeds up, trying to keep up with her hips, and you hold down a groan. You know the character you're supposed to play, played it plenty of times before. The silent catalyst, the tabula rasa, the self-insert.

It's easy to avoid stealing undue focus from the true star. Jiheon needs no help at center stage: the camera and her are lifelong acquaintances, already friends, lovers, married, divorced. With subtle expressions and not-so-subtle wails, she's an actress at heart.

In the backdrop, on the inside, the vibration toying with Jiheon's pussy stays constant. Even as the scene rapidly evolves—bodies shifting, her back arching like a violin, your hands plucking at her strings—the small toy is still consistent and patient. Its mechanical insistence is punctuated by erratic wet sounds, and you harken back to the trial and error you've gone through with microphones, trying to find a balance of quality and durability. Well, water resistance.

Jiheon wrestles some control of her arms, grabbing the hem of her pink crop top and pulling it over her head. The sight of her perky breasts has your tip leaking precum onto her already-drenched underwear. 

But there is no contesting who's closer to the brink of climax. Her panting increases in frequency, her thighs crush your hand in its soft wet prison, her movements get faster, her breathing becomes heavier, her muscles tense up, and her entire body shudders. It's like it's all happening in slow motion, each second drawn out longer and longer, and you watch intently, unable to tear your eyes away from her orgasm.

You push the toy deeper inside, and she squeals, vibrations reaching the most sensitive spot inside her. Her inner walls begin their spasming, and the increased urgency of Jiheon's grinding makes that more than apparent. Her desire spikes, sharp, hard, to her own breaking point. Between clenched teeth, her words come out stuttered, a fractured melody.

"Fuck, fuck. Please, close, cumming, please... so, fucking, good, fuck."

Jiheon's face twists as she screams out and throws her head back. Her orgasm rushes through her—the first of many to come, you're well aware. She pulls you closer, nails digging into your arm, and shakes into your chest. Her nectar gushes out, ruins her panties, cascades down, overflows, drips onto your wrist and cock and thighs, dribbles down her legs, and you can hear dripping onto the floor and only hope the camera picks up the puddle below.

Eventually, her back crashes down onto you as her eyes flutter, staring off at nothing. You, meanwhile, can only admire your handiwork, naked, her breasts heaving as she struggles to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. She lets out tiny mewls, her tongue occasionally darting out to lick her lips.

Anyone else would be done. Jiheon is still hungry and needs more.

She takes a few deep breaths before turning around and looking at you. "I think you deserve your reward now." 

Jiheon grabs the cock ring off the table and slides off your lap. She positions herself between your legs, staring up at you with big eyes, then her tongue flicks across the tip of your dick, and you sigh. She's teasing you; are you happy, or are you frustrated, or are you shifting back and forth? Her hands cup your balls to massage them slowly. Jiheon presses her lips against your shaft, leaving wet kisses all over your cock. It's pleasure and torture, the slow pace that she's going.

A look of realization, she gestures for you to stop the vibrator.

"Wait a minute," she says, frowning, as she pushes the silicone ring on your cockhead, "you're too hard to put this on. Won't fit. Why do you have to be so big, Daddy?"

The two of you laugh. "You know, you saying that won't help."

Jiheon pouts, leaning forward. She gives your cock another kiss, her tongue slipping out and licking at your head. You groan, and she wraps her lips around you, sucking gently. Jiheon's mouth feels so warm and wet, and she's bobbing her head up and down your cock, taking more and more of you each time.

"Alright. After you cum inside me the first time and get soft, we can put it on."

The first time is an inaccurate assessment. That'll be your fourth orgasm of the day. She's going to milk you dry. You watch her take you deeper, her tongue swirling around your cock. You hear her gag as she pushes further, her lips brushing against your pelvis. She's going to milk you dry; send your complaints to her throat—it's the only place Jiheon's going to listen. Your hips buck forward, your hand grabs the back of her head, and you bury your cock completely in her mouth.

She's a mess. Tears streaming down her face, her makeup smeared, and a dazed expression, it's almost like she isn't fully present. Jiheon pulls back, coughing and spluttering, spit and precum dribbling down her chin. She's a mess; why bother cleaning at all, wiping her face, when she knows she'll just be covered again? At most, she licks her lips clean, and you're not sure it has anything to do with being clean. Her hand wrapped around your cock, Jiheon smiles while jerking you off slowly.

"God, your dick is so yummy. Even after you've fucked so many other girls today, you still taste so good. Or maybe it's because you fucked them? Mmm, whose pussy am I eating right now, Daddy?"

Her words are poison, hypnotic, said with the sincerity of a saint. She leans forward again, recapturing your tip. Jiheon sucks, her cheeks hollowing as she looks up at you, eyes watering, yet unbothered by it. Once more, she pulls away, and now the saliva running down her chin drips down onto her tits. You reach down to smear the mess across her chest, then you smear the sticky bead of semen on your slit across her lips; she accepts happily.

You brush your thumb against her cheek. "You're so good at sucking my cock, baby girl."

Jiheon preens under your praise, pressing her face against your hand, and her tongue darts out to lick your palm, her eyes never leaving yours—well, the camera, but close enough. Her tiny fingers continue their work on your cock, rubbing it against her cheeks; they squish like mochi against your tip. 

In her own world, she's playing like a pet, and your cock's her favorite toy, but soon enough, she refocuses. When Jiheon mouths "vibrator," you comply, turning it back on. The buzzing grows louder as you turn the setting up, making her squirm.

"Can't believe you want more," you grunt. Your thumb hooks into her mouth, prying her lips open. "You're so fucking spoiled."

Her tongue swirls around your thumb, her eyes closing, and she lets out a muffled moan.

"I know, mmh, I know, Daddy, thank you."

Jiheon sits back on her heels, moaning as she fingers herself and relishes in the toy's vibrations while leaving your cock between your lips. She repeatedly moans and hums out "thank you" against the tip of your cock, making messy bubbles of spit and precum. You go back to well-established techniques of holding back your orgasm, tensing up muscles, and looking away, while Jiheon has her own second climax swelling forth. However, try as you might, the sound of the vibrator pulls you back in, and you end up focusing on Jiheon's body as it quivers, her face as it contorts, her open mouth as she comes undone once more, her juices soaking her fingers.

Knees shaking, she clambers back up onto the couch, straddling your lap. You can empathize with how she's withering, her limbs jello; your arms are tired too, the POV camera still on your shoulder, and your cock is achingly hard and ready for its release. However, her boundless energy returns soon, and that right there is the problem/perk of working with Jiheon—she doesn't know when to stop.

She presses her body against yours, burying her face against the nape of your neck. "Please, Daddy, I need you inside me. I'm so wet right now," she whines, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

You chuckle, grabbing her hair and pulling her towards you. Jiheon moans as you slide her across your lap. You rub your dick against her thighs, against her pussy lips—from which a thin blue cord exits—and then she rolls her hips forward, eager as ever. Your tip drags against her clit a couple of times, and Jiheon whimpers, her cunt clenching at the small vibrator inside, desperate to be filled.

"Fuck, please," she says again, gasping. "Please Daddy, inside, in, in... my pussy's so, so needy, please. I promise, it'll be so, so good. You'll be so, so full inside me."

You try your best to restrain your own voice—as always, her pussy feels so warm and tight around your shaft, and her walls clench around you; however, this time, you feel the odd sensation of the vibrator against your cock, her pussy an even more snug fit for you. She lets out many whimpers as she writhes above you, though eventually, she sits still and adjusts to your size and the novel vibrations against her womb. When she opens her eyes, they shine with tears as she sniffles.

"This feels, oh, god, so good, Daddy." Jiheon's voice is barely above a whisper, her breath hot against your skin. "Mnh, just stay like this."

You and Jiheon fight the same battle, the urge not to move at all. Nestled close together, pleasure washes over you at its own accord. Try your hardest, but the reality is that one of you must succumb, and the next will follow suit. 

Every minute or so, she shifts and fidgets, or your cock twitches, its desires well known: to piston Jiheon's tight body up and down your length. Despite the soreness from your previous orgasms, every bit of self-restraint is necessary. The warmth of her cunt, the light panting into your ear, the vibrations resonating along your whole length—it exceeds the effects of any pill. All this effort to exert no effort.

Jiheon lets out an incoherent whine, probably about your throbbing cock's growing hardness, or its leaking precum. No matter how hard she tries, she shivers and squirms in your lap, her needy cunt too impatient. 

This very impatience gets her in trouble. Right now, her face twists, lips twitching to a frown while little pleasured sighs and groans escape. How sensitive and on edge she must be. This very impatience got her a career.

Jiheon closes her eyes tight, as though that'll distract her from the persistent toy or your throbbing cock inside her. Her legs wrap around your waist, her heels digging into your back, and she settles down onto your cock further. Whisper-subtle motions, they're more reflexive than a reaction. It's a miracle that Jiheon isn't bouncing on your shaft. You know your fellow star too well. She would love nothing more than to ride your cock right now, to make a mess of your lap again, to stuff and unstuff her tight cunt full of you, to milk you dry again—but she made a promise. She must wait. With her jaw unhinging, wide, only the whites of her eyes there, this seems the hardest thing she's done in her life.

This is the hardest in yours. Sweat-filled photoshoots, keeping yourself erect during a gangbang, even working through flus are nothing in comparison. The seconds tick by, both seemingly endless and insignificant, and you wait, and wait, and wait.

Jiheon's heart beats against your chest, tits pressed into you, and you keep her steady with a palm on her sweaty back. Her head drops onto your shoulder and her hair tickles your neck and her warm exhalations send shivers down your spine. It's hard to tell where your bodies separate, how much is you and how much is her. You melt into each other, one being, joined together by heat and time and pressure. With this vibrator inside, time withers away Jiheon's endurance. While you're teetering on an unstable edge, you're not surprised that she slips before you.

One small change, one little sigh, her face eases out its tension, lips parting, and before you realize it, she's moving. Lazily, sure, yet unmistakably. Jiheon moves her palms, slides up her thighs, caresses her flat midriff, caresses her pert breasts, pinches her hardened pink nipples.

You're getting dizzy, your vision blurring as Jiheon's walls begin suffocating your numb shaft.

"C-cum, s-soon, Daddy," she stammers, her words coming out in between shaky breaths, and hearing her voice soothes you, somehow; the sound of Jiheon speaking reminds you that you're not just in some dizzying endless vibrating cockwarming dream-fall-flight-story-recording— "Oh, fuh, fuck."

"Go," you murmur into her ear. "Cum. For me."

Despite the delirium, the agonizing climb to the top of the rollercoaster, Jiheon manages to look into the side camera. With the perfect image of her mouth open and her eyes rolling, you realize you're not a professional compared to this woman. Was that all an act? Regardless, you're lucky to be here, to witness her, to be a part of this. She's gorgeous, and she's coming apart at the seams, all around your cock, a mere happy bystander, or maybe instrument is more apt.

The vibe makes Jiheon spasm at first, and then she growls out a groan as her toes curl and her fingers squeeze, thighs completely clenching around you. Her pussy spasms and squirts around your cock. Her ass shifts upward, and she fucks down against your length, grinding your sensitive cock against her vibrator. You make sure the POV camera is trained on her face, blissed out as it is, her lips parting for moans.

Jiheon leaks all over you while her hips roll to and fro aimlessly. After she lets out a long hum of contentment, she dips her head into your shoulder and inhales deeply.

"Did you cum inside me?" she asks quietly.

You shake your head.

She scoffs. "You really are spent. Tsk. I might just have to fuck that out of you." She raises her hips, and immediately, her face contorts. "S-sensitive. Never mind. Oh, fuck, lower, lower it, vibrator."

"Yup," you chuckle, reaching for your phone, and Jiheon collapses into you, her body twitching.

You grab her midriff to pull her off, but she stops you. "No, no, stay. Stay, I'll keep warming your cock, Daddy."

Smiling, you kiss her temple.

"Thank you." Jiheon adjusts her position, moving her feet up onto the couch, trying to get as comfortable as possible—as comfy as can be with the tenderness of yet another climax, with your cock still inside her, with the vibrator still going at its lowest setting. You grab her ankles, spread her legs apart, and massage her thighs; happy, she hums, locks eyes.

You hold her close to you while your eyes wander over her facial features. Jiheon's lips and cheeks are flushed red, sweat drips down her neck, hair a complete mess, and there's a shimmer in her gaze. Hard not to get lost in such vivid blue pools—the lenses suit her well.

It's cinematic. It all happens in slow motion. You should've trusted the directorial vision. She leans forward, her forehead brushing against yours. You connect lips, then your tongues seek each other's mouths, while her fingers rake your back. Maybe Jiheon is finally learning to take things slow, taking her time as she kisses you gingerly, languid movements of her mouth, and soon her lips stay pressed against your throat.

She's panting against your skin, her body warm against yours. "Mm, feels good."

"Yeah?"

Jiheon nods, her tongue circling around your Adam's apple. She nibbles at your neck, making you groan.

"But, Daddy," she says as she sucks hard, bites down on your flesh, and leaves her mark on you, "I need you to breed me. I can cum around your cock again if you need that too. If my pussy with a vibrator isn't good enough."

"It's definitely good, baby. It's not just me. I'm honestly afraid I'll break you if I thrust." Your hands wander to her ass, groping her soft flesh and spreading her cheeks apart. With all these overwhelming sensations, you focus on kneading her soft skin, and she wiggles her ass, looking down at you.

You don't know what set you off. It's the sound Jiheon makes when you firmly sink your digits into her butt, a whimper, then a needy moan; it's the heat surrounding your still erect dick; it's the low rumble from the toy's vibrations, reverberating through your entire cock; it's her lips against your neck, pressing kisses into your pulse point; and it's that glacier-melting smile as Jiheon looks up, delirious and satisfied. You love it, and you love her, and you love the noise Jiheon makes when you turn up the vibrator with a swipe of a finger; you love feeling her tense up as you grab her ankles to place them on your shoulders; and you love her teeth biting down hard when your hips rut up into her cunt on reflex—years of porn experience telling you to fucking piston every woman on camera like machinery. 

She looks up at you, her eyes hooded, and then the damn smile again; how can a woman go from completely disheveled to such an angelic expression within seconds?

"Break you." You're out of breath, but doing it, breaking. Whether it's her or you, something must. You can feel it—at your wit's end.

Whatever energy stored inside Jiheon floods out as she's consumed in her second orgasm. She stops trembling and drops her legs down, yet you don't relent, totally fucking her through her high. Pound away (bring out the wooden mallets). The more Jiheon writhes around you, the more she pushes you over. Her cunt is slick and quivering, her girl cum drips down your shaft, and when she cries out for you, her whimpers quickly give way to screams. Make do with your ending.

With a hard shove and the encouragement of a whirring vibrator against your shaft, you cum how a drunk drives his vehicle: hazardously, sloppily, careening. Slumped forward against Jiheon, you thrust wildly, hips jutting as spurt after spurt spills inside. A mindless haze comes over you as you ride out this climax to the crash against the wall, and you're only vaguely aware of your arms and thighs burning, your heart beating faster and faster and faster. It's a fucking mess inside of Jiheon, and it's quickly a mess outside, warm viscous cum frothing out and bubbling at her lips, coating her thighs, dropping onto the cushions. You continue to move, a dying animal, muscles firing with no signal. Through this, Jiheon is getting rawed so rough she has tears forming, sniffling through every "please, give me everything, Daddy" and "want all your cum". Forget your previous orgasms today; Jiheon's greedy pussy has you pulsing shots of semen over and over like you never made a career of it. The vibrator continues to buzz loudly against her soft walls, your throbbing and aching cock, not giving up just because it's been submerged under a Neptune of cum.

Hazy, and your body a bundle of nerves, overstimulated, overworked, you try to push Jiheon off of you—she takes a handful of spilled seed from under her legs before they latch around your torso.

She looks at the camera to the side and licks her cupped palm. You can tell every single motion for her is agonizing, the toy still going at it—you sympathize as you realize you're still issuing weak bursts, so you take your phone to the side and turn the intensity down.

Jiheon breathes out shakily, closes her eyes momentarily, then focuses on regaining her bearings, on your warm sticky cum shooting into her deepest. When she's gotten enough brainpower back, she holds your face with both her hands, making you look up at her and kiss her pouty lips, where you taste yourself and Jiheon's sweet juices.

"I've got a few more in me," Jiheon says.

You're gasping and wheezing for air. "I guess... I guess I'll just fucking pass out and you can use my cock or whatever."

"Hold on, you forgot something." Keeping your cock inside her ass she turns around, Jiheon reaches for the cock ring on the table. Facing the camera B as she leans back against your chest, she finally addresses the camera that was behind her: "Daddy says he's done, but I know he's got so much more for me."

For once, you feel freedom.  The vibrator falling out, Jiheon slowly unsheathes your soft and spent cock from her cunt, which absolutely drips with your creampie—thick ropey cum clinging and breaking onto your crotch, her legs, the couch, and the floor—and now your flaccid member just lays against her sloppy lips.

"I know my pussy makes a great cock ring but…" She holds the cock ring up to the camera, showing it off, no doubt with a smile.

With an almost clinical detachment, Jiheon swiftly attaches the cock ring onto your slick shaft, an action even more devoid of romance and eroticism than switching one sex toy to another, to be honest. After clasping the cock ring on the base of your cock, she brings the cum-covered vibrator to her lips, licking you off your fluids that stuck to its surface. She hums and moans as she takes in every drop, sucking it clean.

She weighs into your chest, easing you to lay onto your back. Jiheon places your cock in between her thighs, nestling her slit along your shaft, then supports herself half-sitting up by putting two hands on the couch. You hiss as Jiheon rocks her hips back and forth, her pussy lips giving way and sliding against your soft and sensitive dick, her ass rubbing against your thighs. She takes a moment and spreads her legs to reach between them; you can't see, but then you feel the vibrator pressing against your balls, and you let out an embarrassing groan. Jiheon giggles as she looks down at you, amused.

"You sound so good, Daddy. Let's keep filming, alright?" Jiheon kisses your forehead.

"Mhm," you manage, swallowing thickly, throat dry. You're not sure how long your mind will last, but you'll at least keep your eyes open, trying your best not to fade out. Jiheon adjusts her position above you, squatting on the balls of her feet, knees together, her feet planted on the couch, and your cock sandwiched between her thighs. She's putting little pressure on you, yet your breath hitches.

Jiheon begins moving again: her hips sway back and forth, her pussy lips rub against your cock, and her ass bounces. As her pace gradually increases, her movements become more erratic while her gasping grows heavier. You can't do anything other than lay back and watch Jiheon riding your softness. She keeps pressing the vibrator against your balls, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You thought it was over. That the video would end with a fade to black as you fade to black. However, by some miracle (which is a fair title to give to Jiheon), your erection returns, albeit weakly—yet she notices immediately, turns around to sit on your thighs, facing you again. She smirks, places the vibrator at the bottom of your belly, so you try your best to keep your face straight. Leaning forward and placing a hand against your chest, her nails dig into your skin. 

"Not so tired after all, hmm? You must really like my wet pussy rubbing against your cock, don't you, Daddy?"

A small part of you wants to die and join the rest of you already dead. There's no way you'll get through the night; you've never cummed this much in your life. Not even the fake semen tube dispenses this much. Jiheon is testing you and pushing you—but yet.

She positions her body against you again, her cunt pushing down against your length as it hardens slowly. And you can't help it, you find her body begging, enthralling. Thighs meet your sides. palms press against your chest. As Jiheon rubs up and down, your shaft finds itself either between her slick pussy lips or her asscheeks. She bucks when she feels the firm cock ring against her, squeals whenever the vibe brushes against her. You remember to put the vibrating toy back inside her, and Jiheon cries out.

"Oh my god! Shit!" At this point, she's dripping onto your cock, thick cream trailing down, living up to her username. "Fuck, yes, Daddy, fuck." She pants as you relax with your hands behind your head. "I fucking need you again, please. Cock, inside. Put it inside. Please, please, I don't care, how, how sore. Don't need to walk, or move, tomorrow, put cock, in, in."

She trembles above you, so desperate to stay upright. This view never gets old—it never can. As her orgasm rocks through her, Jiheon nearly loses her balance.

You know one way to keep her in place: your cock, now fully rigid, slips out from her slippery thighs, the perfect stand-in for support. Jiheon grabs your shaft, squeezing tightly, making sure you don't move as your tip presses against her cunt. Folding against your torso, you feel her pussy spasming around your cockhead. "Mmgh! Fuck!"

She slides her hips back and forth, trying to catch your length, and though her motions are stunted by jolts of ecstatic heat, she eventually finds home at the root of your shaft, ass against your crotch. You aren't moving—no need. The vibrator continues its whirring, and you can feel it going wild. But it's different now, as the constant stimulation now makes you painfully aware of your cock's rawness. Jiheon sits upright, arches her back, presses her hips down as she moans.

The position is killing you, your cock buried deep inside her, nestled safely between her slick walls—you don't feel safe. You're a prisoner. These are her walls; these are her rules; your cocks her's to do whatever she wants. Jiheon's hands ball into fists, her nails leaving small red crescents in her palms, as she tries to steady herself. Her eyes are shut tight, her teeth grit as she groans, her legs shaking as she continues to twitch, her entire body electrified. 

At some point, you're not sure when one of Jiheon's orgasms ends and the next one begins. Hell, you're not even sure if you're cumming at all, or if that's all the fluids from earlier sloshing around in her as you stir it up. Whether or not you've creampied Jiheon once or a dozen times, seed seeps out, even as you plug her pussy snug. You could pull out, any moment—no, you can't; stop lying. Your throbbing dick is trapped, trapped, trapped. A feeling of powerlessness, of vulnerability, of ultimate surrender washes over you, followed by a sense of unbridled gratification. Jiheon is overwhelming—and instead of seeking to overpower her, you want nothing more than to let her take all of you.

You're something. You're nothing. You're teetering on the edge between the two.

When Jiheon collapses, falling flat against you, you're certain you've passed out, maybe. Jiheon hums, kissing your shoulder, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. The vibrator will probably run out of battery. You should definitely take off this cock ring. Clean up. Clap (though roaring applause would be more fitting). Shut off the cameras before you end up filling up the server and losing your footage somehow.

You feel something, your eyes opening. At some point, Jiheon unhooked the cock ring and pulled the toy out of her pussy, and now she's just laying on top of you, hugging you tightly. She's breathing peacefully, her face buried against your neck.

You raise your arm. Resting your hand on Jiheon's head, you can feel her heartbeat, its quickened pace becoming calmer and calmer. She sighs, and you begin playing with her hair, fingers tangled in her long pink locks, and she seems to enjoy this as you hear a quiet moan escape her lips. Your other arm wraps around her waist, pulling her closer, and Jiheon presses herself against you.

The two of you stay like this, lying together silently. Eventually, Jiheon lifts her head, leaning forward, her face only a few inches away from yours.

"We should really shower and clean all this up," she whispers.

You shake your head. "Five more minutes."

Jiheon smiles before placing her head back on your shoulder.

You're going to need much more than five minutes. It's only fair that you procrastinate—when Jiheon can pay off your mortgage several times over, and she still hasn't looked for a new place. Might have something to do with that satisfied smile.

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AFF, AO3

Also extremely inspired by Jiho's scene in @ggidolsmuts' Part 12: Stud(y)ing - Oh My Girl.

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"Tool" Assisted (Ft. Fromis_9 Nagyung)

Author's Note: it took me a while but i finally managed to get this smut off, i really enjoy speedrunning and watching them, especially celeste speedruns, so i figured combining writing and speedrunning would be perfect for me, anyways have fun reading this filthy smut and merry Christmas/Hanuka

Tags: smut Quickie, Dirty talk, Mutual orgasm, the day after sex. daddy kink, blow job

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Your Heart is currently at 120, looking at the screen moving so fast as your fingers do as well, what you are doing needs presently fast execution as if done right, it could crown you as one of the best celeste players, not in Korea, not even in Asia but in the entire world.

Stage 7 was always the do-or-die level for you, even after memorizing it for over 20 hours and practicing it almost daily during your runs. Even as an individual level, you would often find yourself choking right in that part, mainly because you were so stressed you would mess up an execution test which will lose time and probably will get you off a world record pace.

but now you were there, on the last few checkpoints of the level, the pace you were in could probably be counted as a World record, you were currently quiet so you could be in your most focused state, and your stream started to get excited in each moment.

This was it.

This was the moment you always waited for, as you finally arrived at the final goal your hand quickly went to stop the time, however as you look to see what the time was your smile fell down in disappointment.

26:02.501

2 seconds late from the world record, and yes while this time could score you a 2nd place in the leaderboard, you didn't want it, you were playing the game since its dawn and speedrunning it for a year, plus you were exceptionally skilled so in your mind, a world record will seem like the best reward you could get. Even if the record will only hold for a month or so, the fact that you achieved it will be enough to make you happy.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, 2 FUCKING SECONDS off the world record” you shouted in anger as your fist banged on the empty place of your table that as a stream goal you jokingly named “The fist place”. “I swear i thought I would be in pace, did i mess up at that stupid ass Hyper dash again?” you said to yourself as the chat was spamemd with emotes showing their sadness of your unachived goal.

As you look at the time it was 11 PM. “Well stream is over for today, don't want to stream for too much or my girlfriend will kill me, and besides, a 7-hour stream doesn't sound so bad for your chat, right?” you asked as you changed the streaming scene from your usual one to an ending stream one while your chat was starting to fill up with goodbyes.

“Thank you for staying and i will see you next week,” you say with a weak smile as you mute your mic and put your headphones on your stand, you find yourself sitting on your gaming chair, looking toward your ceiling “2 damned seconds,” you think to yourself, defeated as suddenly your sad face was met with a familiar smiling face.

“Another missed world record?” Nagyung, your girlfriend asked as you could feel her hand on your right cheek, in response you simply respond by letting yourself lean into her chest as your hands went behind her back, pulling her into an embrace, Nagyung simply giggled and let the hug go as her hands went behind your back as well as you find you two stand up while hugging as eventually, you release yourself from her chest with your defeated eyes looking directly into her eyes.

“Want to discuss it in bed?” she asked as you simply nodded, giving you a small kiss on your cheek and taking your hand, leading you to your shared apartment's bed.

"So" she said, jumping onto the bed, inviting you in "It was Summit 6th Flag that ruined you?" Nagyung wasn't no noob when it came to Celeste, as after all since it's a big part of your life it would make sense that your girlfriend will try to understand it.

"Yeah, messed up one of the dashes so it probably wasted time" You answer, letting yourself fall onto the bed and into your girlfriend's arms. Her hands cover your entire body, letting yourself into an embrace that could only relax you after a long day of streaming.

"I just don't get it, almost a year of practice, countless hours of streaming and i still cant anything but 2nd places in the leaderboard,” you said, punching the bed lightly before your girlfriend took your hand, kissing it to try calming you down.

"Aww babe, don't worry, you will have another chance" she stopped talking as she planted a Kiss on your forehead "I know you can do it, after all i am your number 1 fan of your streams" she said with a cute smirk however your face was still in a bad mood.

"I don't know, maybe I should give up on Celeste, i will never hold a world record" You said, you were on your way to your PC, probably to Uninstall celeste as suddenly Nagyung took your hand and blocked the door of the bedroom.

"I have an Idea babe," she said, smiling with a rather cheeky grin "how about you try another speedrun? As a break of sorts from Celeste?" She said, even though at first you were completely against the idea, after a couple of seconds you had another thought idea

"I mean…I guess another game won't be too hard to learn the speedrun, and honestly, a break will only do good, let me relax from the World record grind,  you have any game in mind Baby?" You asked her, trying to remember your steam library however you were surprised by Nagyung's next move

You could feel Nagyung's hand on your chest, as she was lightly pushing you toward the bed, next she sexually went toward you, finding her seat on your lap as she looks at you with a sexy smile while your look was very confused 

"I actually thought about another thing you could try and speedrun" she said, you are still confused by your girlfriend's actions, as she just rolled her eyes and leaned toward your ear, whispering probably the hottest sentence you heard from your girlfriend.

"The speedrun of how fast you could make me cum"

You finally understand your girlfriend's motives as you couldn't take it no more, from how slutty she was dressed with the white tank top and the short jeans to how dirty she was talking to you as you slammed your lips onto Nagyung's lips, starting one of the hottest makeout sessions you ever had.

Small breaks you had for air during your makeout session as you could feel your hands traveling toward Nagyung's round ass while her hands went back to your chest as slowly unbuttoned your shirt, and after she finished she threw your shirt somewhere, with no time to see where it went as you two were back for another steamy makeout session.

"You *mmph* started the timer babe?" She asked in between kissed as you suddenly remembered, taking your smart watch out and while you were trying to set up the timer to start, your girlfriend was in a craze, kissing you from the neck all the way to your chest and eventually she ended her kisses near your thighs, very close to your already hard member.

While your girlfriend was busy taking your pants off along with your boxers, your hands were also busy, playing with her tank top in attempt to take it off as only after a couple of minutes you finally managed to take it off.

you notice quickly that she never wore a bra today, since as soon as you took the tank top you has full access to her breasts, they weren't too big but you loved them, for you they were perfect as you couldn't help but get hypnotized

"Hello? You there? You still didn't finish the foreplay split" her voice made you fully focused again, finishing undressing your girlfriend as all that was left was taking her short jeans and her underwear, which already had a wet spot that only God knows since when it was there.

Both of your naked bodies got out of the bed, as now you finished the Foreplay split and were ready for the second split being funnily named "the main event", now you pinned Nagyung toward the wall with your hard member being so close to her already wet pussy.

"Come on daddy, I know you want to fill me with your massive dick, show the world how you can hold a world record of fucking me real good" the dirty talk doesn't stop from you very horny girlfriend as you finally had enough, as the first thrust of your dick begins

"Fuck!!! You are too good" she screamed, maybe your pace of the speedrun was a bit weird, however the pace of your thrust into Nagyung was almost like a metronome, shoving inside and getting out in just the right timing

"Cum for me baby" You whisper to your girlfriend, "show your daddy how much of a good girl you are" Even though you usually never enjoyed being called daddy howevrr sometimes when you want to get a world record, you have to do stuff that is hard for you.

"I am s-so close d-d-daddy" another scream comes from your girlfriend which then followed by a Sexy moan as your dick was inside her pussy again

"I AM SO CLOSE AS WELL BABY GIRL, LETS JUST RELEASE IN THE SAME TIME!!" You scream as well as after a couple of minutes you both reach your climax, releasing your juices in the exact time, you both are already relived from the orgasm as the two of you go back to the bed, falling close to each other but not before stopping the time on your watch, showing a time of 23 minutes and 13 seconds.

"So? Did I get a world record?" You asked, exhausted from how Intimiate both of you were currently, meanwhile your eyes were trying to spot the clothes you were wearing

"Mmm, not sure baby, the leaderboard need to check if the run is valid" she said, giving you a small peck on your lips "but I am sure as hell you were very good this run" she added as after 10 minutes of cleaning up from the orgasm and each of you putting your pajamas you both go back to the bed, cuddling each other.

"Good night  baby" another peck on your lips comes which is followed by a sweet little smile, causing you to mirror her expression

"Good night Nagyung" you returned with a whisper

Whispered as you closed your eye, drifting off to sleep

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Saturday morning, really is a perfect time to just lay around in bed and do nothing, the hour was currently 11 AM, still weird you slept for 12 hours but i guess when fucking your girlfriend in one of the hottest sessions you ever had, a good rest is the only good thing you two ever need

However you forgot it was a stream day for you, so i guess you couldnt really sleep

While your eyes were still closed you were trying to remember the schedule for today’s stream, since after all you are gonna take a break from Celeste you were not sure what to do today for the stream, “maybe i should play some Jackbox with subs? Just talking stream doesnt sound too bad, heck maybe i could open League of legends again, been a while since i played it” you spoke in your mind about your stream plan however suddenly all you could was a warm thing.

As you open your eyes you couldnt believe what you were seeing

As you look down you see two things that shock you: 1. both of your shorts and underwear were down, feeling a bit and naked, and 2. Nagyung’s mouth on your dick, you could hear slurps coming off from your girlfriend as you figuring out she was blowing you

“Nagyung? what are you doing?” you ask

“Oh? you woke up daddy” she got her head away from your cock, her lips full of your precum. ” i just had soooo much fun last night, and then i noticed how hard you are, so i thought i could give you a reward, dont mind me” she added as she went back to your cock, continuing her work

“Are you still horny?”

“Mmhm” a sound could be heard from your girlfriend’s mouth, a simple answer for a simple question as her face raised up from your cock again, looking at you dead in the eyes.

“Round two? you still have 1 hour for your stream,” she asked as you were still a bit unsure

“Baby…” you tried to say to get her away from the idea

“Your run didn't get world record. it got second place and by how i know you, you wont let a 2nd place stay for a long time right?” she teased as you couldn't help yourself but pin her against the wall.

“Im gonna fuck you so good, even a TAS Wont be able to beat my world record” you whisper in her ear as you start making out again, having another foreplay for round two.

Well, guess the stream will have to be delayed for 30 minutes, or maybe an hour or so.

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Posted: 24/12/22