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Bussy Abuse (and Boobs)

aespa's Yoo Jimin/Karina!, Son Hyeju! x Male Reader

1.9k words

A/N: I gotta get this out of my system lol. Internship has been killing me lately. Also, bad title kek.

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You've always been fucking obsessed with the idea of girlcocks. You've been adding the suffix -ock after your favorite idols' names under your breath for a few months now — Sullyock, Chaewock, Wonyock — as if saying them will summon them in front of you and rail your bussy raw and good.

Well, guess fucking what? You get the Karinock and Hyejock today.

There's a certain lilt in your voice that has always occurred when you say the compound word: [idol's name] + 'ock'. Now, though, it's silenced by the girth of Yoo Jimin (or westerly: Karina, which she'll be called) and Son Hyeju (who doesn't prefer her westerly name, no good saying it here). It's not at the same time, not really, but a fat one is already enough to be your verbal tranquilizer.

The dynamics are predictable — good-cop-bad-cop, controlled-and-explosive. It's required to get the story going. Otherwise, you'll be met with flatness, or plateau, or slope equals zero. Karina has your hair in her grip pretty damn firmly as you bob up and down her shaft. She tastes like skin (duh) and something you can't quite pinpoint. It has been driving you feral, though. You're drooling over her cock in a similar vein to a cumslut. Hyeju, on the other hand, with her hand, is rubbing the smell of her dick all over the right side of your face, priming your cheek with her nasty, salty precum, all while showering your heart with her compliments regarding your cocksucking skills. You've been training yourself for this, really, for the day that you'll need to suck a big fat cock through dildo throat playing. The mastery level is high, almost maxed, even, without the double x. That's you: professional cockslut.

(Fuck, you're barely touching the personalities here.)

It's almost grotesque — the way you call them. There's a mommy. There's a daddy. They're separate terms for these two. If we're to play into the parental stereotypes here, Hyeju's the mother — kind, nurturing, positive charge. Karina's the father — lovingly rough, provocative, negative charge. You like them equitably, nonetheless. You love cocks.

"You're sucking Daddy's dick so well, baby. Don't forget to relax your throat, alright?" Hyeju coos.

You just moan into Karina's cock — so desperate, so helpless — and she just keeps roughing your mouth up.

The logistics aren't difficult to understand. You're kneeling on the floor, naked, with Karina's length probing the back of your throat as she sits on your couch, also naked. Her tits are fucking gorgeous, so enticing for you to suck on those little brown pebbles sitting atop of them, and she's moaning every time your lips reach the base of her dick. Your hands can only do so much with her tip jabbing your esophagus, though, gripping her equally sexy thighs for your dear life. Hyeju, on the side, as mentioned, is dragging her slit all over the side of your pretty boyish face, smearing the premature essence all over. You want to give her the same attention, but Karina's cock is just so big. Sucking both of them off at the same time can only be a wish. Up top, her tits are as perfect as those of Karina's, then, again, you can only grab Karina's thighs to stop yourself from overexerting.

"Ever had cum up your nose before?" Karina asks, almost mockingly. The implication is there: she's orgasming so hard her ivory essence reaches your nostrils.

Without any hesitation, like the perfect cockslut you are, you quicken your pace on Karina's cock, and Karina just laughs devilishly into the cold air of your rather spacious room. Her grip on your head remains unyielding, so fucking ready to shoot her baby batter down your throat.

"Oh, look at him, Hyeju. He's just so good," Karina spouts.

"I'm literally sitting here with you. Of course, I can see him."

(Caveat: these prose will become scatter-brained. The narration is going to just stop making sense.)

As you keep holding on, Karina begins to shake in your grip. Her moans grow raucous and uncontrolled, filling up your room with her pleasured noise. You can feel her cock twitching inside your throat, so eager to mold you to the shape of it. Your eyes are getting all teary and unfocused now, barely able to see a single thing as she rails your mouth akin to a usefully adept fuckhole.

"Pretty boy!"

There she is, cumming and writhing and screaming all over, painting the insides of your mouth white with her semen. Her hand pushes the back of your head down onto her cock. Your eyes, clichéd, are rolling to the back of your head with her sperm flooding your oral and nasal cavities relentlessly. The smell of her cum fills your nostrils, driving your boy brain insane with it. Hyeju helps a lot, really, also pushing your head down Karina's cock, letting her paint your insides white.

"Fucking … fuck," Karina whines.

The notion is right there, to be their cumslut. As Karina's orgasm subsides, you begin pulling back for a breather, and the women seem to let you. Cum drips out of your mouth lewdly as if someone planted a semen nuke inside your mouth to explode (Karina just kind of did with her big fat cock, a left-bent seven-incher). You cough out semen from your throat, savoring some — heady. It's not a big deal, really, to serve and worship them as their cumslut. You'll need to be ready for a cock inside your ass now, though. Karina and refractory period are parallel.

"Good fucking boy," Karina whines, and she gets up from your couch, walking, before positioning herself behind you. Your body shivers lightly in anticipation as her cock probes at the rim of your tight little asshole. There's no lube required here. Your spit and some fictional exceptions will suffice.

"Please rail my ass, Daddy," you somehow huff despite the collapsed vocal cords, words so slutty and unabashedly whorish.

Hyeju repositions herself to be in front of you, caressing your face lovingly before saying, "Tell Mommy if it's too much, okay?"

"Y-yes, Mommy."

And you start licking Hyeju's cock, making her wet, making her ready for the throat-reshaping session. She tastes a bit different from Karina, smells a bit different from Karina, but she makes your cock damp with precum, nonetheless, getting you feral and all. Your hands play with her breasts, getting her horny and ready for your mouth. Hyeju moans and guides your hands through the process of getting herself ready for your sweet, swollen lips.

"You're such a good boy to me, baby. Mommy loves you so much," Hyeju coos, and you can do absolutely nothing but smile at her words. "Keep playing with Mommy's tits, okay?"

You just nod dumbly.

Karina, from behind, starts her session of plowing your boypussy à la ass with her left-bent seven-incher (compared to Hyeju's right-bent six-and-a-half-incher). Her tip splits you open with ease. She fits inside you so damn immaculately. Karina keeps on pushing and pushing, and you almost cry at how perfectly she's opening you up with her cock with so much ease.

"D-Daddy!"

"What a t-tight boycunt you have, babe. Love ya," Karina says almost airily. Your body quivers around her cock uncontrollably. She keeps pushing in more and more until her tip pokes at your prostate, and your tongue lolls out in pleasure.

"It's okay, baby. Karina's gonna fuck your ass now, okay?" Hyeju says, pulling your cheeks lovingly.

"M-make me yours, Daddy," you utter, and Karina begins her divine punishment.

You feel every inch of Karina's cock pulsing inside your rectum as she pulls back. Then, an attack on your prostate. A surge of pleasure courses through your body. You wail whorishly into the cold air of your own room. Hyeju and Karina just chuckle at your almost-exaggerated reaction to this anal rough-fucking.

"Make me pregnant, Daddy!" you scream. Your body is barely registering anything around you now. To you, there's only two women and their cocks and yourself.

Like clockwork, Karina pounds your asshole relentlessly, so eager to pound another wave of cum into your body. Hyeju guides your lips onto her cock to suck and lick like a goddamn saltylollipop. Her cock now pulses and twitches inside your mouth, so ready to burst and flood your nostrils once more just like Karina did.

So, it's a spitroasting session now. There's Karina's cock inside your rectum-slash-bussy. There's Hyeju's cock inside your mouth. Your body is a mere vessel for the women's boiling lust — to be used, to be fucked, to carry their babies (if able). Hyeju's cock, just like Karina's, begin to mold your throat into the shape of her right-bent six-and-a-half incher. You gag and sputter on her cock, but it's useless to resist. It's fucking useless. Your hands just keep squeezing her soft, voluptuous tits under the soft glow of your room's light, making her bask herself in the pleasure of your touches.

"G-gonna cum!" Karina rasps, and any caution is thrown into the wind. You let yourself become ragdolled by the sheer force of Karina's cock plowing your cute little boy ass. "Get pregnant, cumslut."

Your body cannot endure the temptation to burst anymore. Hyeju's cock, Karina's cock, they're just too much. You keep on sucking and taking their cocks without a second thought, and it's making you so fucking aroused to the point of no return. Hyeju's cock pulses in your throat as you suck her off as well. Her drenched shaft is so fucking ready to explode inside your mouth. The notion of being a cumslut will be fulfilled here and now.

There's only white in your vision. Your body collapses, but Karina and Hyeju don't stop using you as a decimated fuckdoll. Their cocks explode inside you, gushing out endless amounts of cum into your holes. Your hands grip Hyeju's tits for dear life as you begin to burst as well. You pathetically shoot your sperm out of your cock as you get fucked anally and orally and utterly. Your body is used and plowed. Cum fills your asshole and nostrils completely under the concept of being a cumslut. You make this ahegao face — eyes up, tongue out — with Hyeju's cum leaking out of your nose. Karina doesn't relent as well, pounding away your life with her big fat cock just for herself.

The orgasms slow down eventually, and you're left as a cum-drenched mess under the soft glow of your own room. Karina's cum leaks out of your rectum, down your legs, onto the floor. Hyeju grips onto the back of your head firmly, not letting you go so easily. Your body twitches lightly as Karina and Hyeju pull themselves out of your wet holes, and you're left with the remnants of their cocks molding your asshole and throat into the shape of their cocks. You smell like cum!

"S-so good, Daddy, Mommy," you say, voice only a tad louder than a whisper. "I'm-I'm pregnant."

"Good fucking boy," Karina says, giving your ass a slap. You yelp.

"Be a good mom for our baby, alright?" Hyeju coos.

"Y-yes, Mommy."

Guess the Karinock and Hyejock live up to your expectations, after all.

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260616 [Anniversary] Today marks 3 years since all LOONA members were freed from Blockberry Creative 🎉🌙

[jupiterpilgrim]

Out of Control

Hyeju x male reader

word count: 15K

After so many irl streams, the gimbal’s weight is basically nonexistent in your hand now, its little motors humming silently as you sweep the camera's view across the bustling city street. Beside you, keeping pace with your long-legged stride, is Hyeju, a phone in her own hand as she monitors the live chat scrolling by at a dizzying speed.

“Okay, okay, chat, settle down. We are not going to jump into that fountain. It looks like it’s fifty percent pigeon shit.”

You laugh as you pan the camera from the dubious-looking fountain back to her face. She has that impish little curl to her lips that always spells trouble, either for you or for the poor saps she’s currently destroying in whatever game she’s playing. That’s Son Hyeju for you. One moment she’s doing a flawless dance cover that racks up a million views in an hour, the next she’s got you convinced that trying the world’s spiciest instant ramen on a live broadcast is a genius idea. Spoiler: It wasn’t. The five-day recovery period was proof.

You’d met her by sheer, dumb luck a few months back. You were doing an IRL stream, just like this one, and had been so focused on framing a shot of a street performer that you’d backed right into her, nearly sending her and her iced americano tumbling to the pavement. The ensuing chaos of apologies and frantic dabbing with napkins, all broadcast to your respective audiences, became an instant viral clip.

Turns out, your chaotic energies meshed perfectly, then you exchanged numbers under the guise of ‘networking,’ but it quickly became clear that your collaborative streams were pure content gold. She was hilarious and completely unafraid to push boundaries, which in turn, pushed you.

Hyeju glances from her phone up to you. “They’re saying you’re scared. A big, tough guy like you, scared of a little pigeon water.”

You zoom the camera in on her face, making a show of it. “I’m not scared, I’m dignified. There’s a difference. Besides, my shoes are new.”

The chat feed explodes.

Touch_grass_reminder: DIGNITY IS FOR THE WEAK

MidMainCharacter: LMAOOO HIS SHOES

DONATION: $5.00 from Shoefreakt22: Show us the shoes!! 🌝

Before you can even protest, Hyeju is squatting down, pointing her own phone’s camera at your pristine white sneakers. “See, chat? Untouched. Virginal. He’s protecting their honor.”

You groan, but you’re grinning. This is easy. This is fun. It’s just as you’re panning back up from the impromptu shoe-cam segment that your eyes catch it. Tucked between a vape shop and a laundromat is a storefront that seems out of place. It’s got a dark purple facade, with elegant, looping gold script that reads, Ardor & Essence. Quite original. Below that, in smaller letters: Purveyors of Natural Aphrodisiacs & Sensual Aids. Dreamcatchers and weird, murky-looking tinctures line the window display. It’s trying so hard for a mystical, boutique vibe, but it just screams scam.

But Hyeju sees it too, which is not a good sign.

She lifts a single eyebrow, her gaze flicking from the shop to you. “Hey. What do you think they sell in there?”

You play dumb, keeping the camera on your own face, affecting a look of innocence. “I don’t know, Hyeju. Looks like a place that sells… scented candles?”

“Uh-huh. ‘Sensual’ scented candles?” She points a finger at the storefront, making sure her phone captures it for her audience. “Chat, he’s trying to pretend he can’t read. Should we go in? Should we investigate the ‘scented candles’ for science?”

The response is instantaneous and overwhelming. A torrent of emotes, capital letters, and a sudden cascade of donation notifications that make both your phones vibrate incessantly.

ChillDraco: GO IN GO IN GO IN

LagLegolasss: YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

DONATION: $20.00 from Hyejushusband: For science! Buy the weirdest thing you can find!

You sigh a long dramatic sound for the stream’s benefit, but you can’t fight the grin spreading across your face. “You’re a terrible influence. You know that, right?”

“You love it.” She doesn’t even phrase it as a question. She just grabs your free hand and starts pulling you towards the door.

A little bell chimes as you push open the door, unleashing a cloying cloud of incense, patchouli, and something vaguely like cinnamon. The inside is just as strange as the outside. Shelves are crammed with everything from neatly-packaged boxes of dark chocolate with chili to bizarrely shaped roots floating in jars. There are teas with names like ‘Tiger’s Vigor’ and ‘Nymph’s Delight’. It all looks incredibly suspect. You wander down an aisle, aiming the camera at a display of oyster-extract pills.

“Get a load of this,” you murmur, zooming in on the ridiculous claims printed on the box. “Boosts stamina, enhances pleasure, and… improves your golf swing? What?”

Hyeju comes up behind you, peering over your shoulder. She picks up a different bottle, a dark liquid with gold flecks suspended in it. Lover’s Intuition Drops. Supposedly helps you anticipate your partner’s every desire.” She shakes her head, setting it back down. “This is the most high-effort bullshit I’ve ever seen. It’s kind of amazing.”

You drift towards the counter, where a whole different category of nonsense resides. This is the candy section. There are lollipops shaped like hearts, little tins of mints, and, right in the center, a pyramid of brightly colored bags. Gummy bears. Each bag is a different color: red for strawberry, yellow for pineapple, green for sour apple, and they all have the same ostentatious label: Passion Fruit Gummies: Unleash Your Inner Animal.

Hyeju sees them at the same time you do. And then, it happens. The look. The look that birthed the spicy ramen incident, the 24-hour horror game marathon, the water-park stream where you both nearly got hypothermia. It’s the look of a truly terrible, incredibly brilliant idea being born. Her eyes go wide, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face.

She turns to you and says: “Oh my god.”

She turns back to her phone, then to you, then to the camera you’re holding. She’s buzzing.

“Wait. What if…” she starts, her thoughts clearly moving faster than she can speak. “What if we did a stream? A real one. We buy all this crap; the gummies, the weird teas, the oysters, everything, and we test it. On camera. A real, proper aphrodisiac test stream. For the culture. For… science.”

You stare at her. The idea is so monumentally stupid. It’s asking for trouble. It’s a TOS violation waiting to happen. It’s also the single greatest idea you have ever heard in your entire life. The chat is already a waterfall of incomprehensible hype.

“Hyeju… that is the dumbest, most genius thing you’ve ever come up with. We’re doing it!”

Her resulting squeal of delight is probably picked up by seismographs three towns over. The next twenty minutes are a synthesis of gleeful, chaotic consumerism.

“We need one of every flavor,” she declares, snatching up a bag of the strawberry gummies, then the pineapple, then the blue raspberry. “We have to be thorough.”

“Scientific method,” you agree, grabbing a bag of the sour apple and another of orange. You pan the camera over to a shelf of oils. “Ooh, what about this? Tingling Touch Massage Oil. Says it enhances sensation.” You wiggle your eyebrows at the lens.

Hyeju grabs it without hesitation. “In the basket.”

You throw in some of the ridiculous chocolate bars, a box of ‘Horny Goat Weed’ tea just for the name.

DONATION: $50.00 from MidMainCharacter: GET THE OIL. GET ALL THE GUMMIES. THIS STREAM IS GOING TO BE LEGENDARY.

By the time you get to the register, you’re carrying a basket overflowing with brightly-colored packages and questionable promises. The bored-looking girl at the counter doesn’t even blink. She just rings it all up, bagging your haul of potential debauchery as if you were buying milk and bread.

Stepping back out into the fading sunlight, you both hoist the shopping bag between you, showing it off to the camera like a trophy.

Hyeju is beaming, positively electric with excitement. “Alright, chat! You saw it here first! Get ready, because next week, we are going to put our bodies on the line. We’re gonna find out once and for all if this stuff is legit, or if we just spent two hundred dollars on candy.”

You lean into the frame, slinging an arm around her shoulder. “This Friday. Eight PM sharp. It’s gonna be a disaster. You don’t wanna miss it.”

You’re both laughing, playing it up for the stream, milking every last drop of hype. You don’t believe for a second any of it will actually work. (It’s just sugar and marketing, right?) But the thought of it, the audacity and possible risks, is a thrill all on its own.

—

Your place is immaculately clean, or at least, the parts visible to the camera are. With a can of Monster in hand, you contemplate your work: the living room is your studio tonight, and you’ve spent the better part of the afternoon setting the stage. You’d even taken a proper shower, the good-smelling one with the charcoal body wash and the expensive shampoo. You’d swiped on deodorant and even a subtle, clean-smelling cologne. It’s just Hyeju coming over, a colleague, a friend, but still. A girl. Making a good impression is just good manners.

The doorbell chimes, right on time.

You drain the last of your energy drink, toss the can into the recycling with a clatter, and pull the door open. And there she is. The word ‘sexy’ doesn't quite do her justice; it’s too simple, too blunt for the way Hyeju looks tonight. She’s wearing a simple black, long-sleeved crop top that shows off a tantalizing slice of her stomach, paired with jeans that hug the perfect curve of her hips and the long, toned length of her legs. Her hair is down, sleek and dark, and her makeup is impeccable, a smoky eye that makes her gaze seem even more intense. If her intention was to capture the viewers' attention, you're sure it will work.

She gives you a quick once-over, a small smile playing on her perfectly painted lips. “Hey. Everything ready for our descent into madness?”

“Born ready,” you reply, stepping back to let her in.

You lead her into the living room, and she lets out a low whistle. You’ve arranged everything on the coffee table in front of the couch. The brightly colored bags of Passion Fruit Gummies, the ridiculous Tingling Touch Massage Oil, the boxes of Nymph’s Delight tea and chili-infused chocolate; it’s all laid out like a garish buffet of bad ideas. The camera is already on its tripod, perfectly positioned to capture the two of you on the couch with the table of questionable goods arrayed before you.

Hyeju circles the table and says: “This is going to be so funny. Chat is going to lose their minds.”

You lean against the back of the couch, crossing your arms. “Funny until we’re explaining to an ER doctor that we have food poisoning from something called ‘Horny Goat Weed’.”

“Relax,” she scoffs, picking up one of the gummy bags and shaking it like a maraca. “We’ll just have to try everything in small amounts. It’s all-natural, anyway. Or, you know. Mostly.” She winks, then pulls out her phone, immediately slipping into her streamer persona. She opens Instagram, starts a story. “Hey guys! I’m here! The setup is insane, you are not ready for this. We’re going live in like, ten minutes, so get your snacks and get in here. It’s gonna be… an experience.”

She ends the recording and slides the phone back into her pocket. “Okay, I have a genius, top-tier, five-head idea.”

“I’m scared already.”

“When we’re trying the stuff,” she says, leaning in. “We should pretend it’s really working. Like, really working. We can get all breathless and flustered, start fanning ourselves… It’ll be hilarious.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s so stupid. Hyeju, I don’t want to get banned for over-acting a fake orgasm on stream because you thought it would be a funny bit.”

“It won’t happen!” she insists, waving a dismissive hand. “People on YouTube test, like, condom flavors and stuff all the time and it’s fine. We just have to be dramatic, not explicit. It’s called acting, look it up.”

You let the smile fade for a moment, your gaze drifting over the table of brightly colored packages. You pick up the bag of sour apple gummies, feeling the weight of them in your palm. A sudden, absurd thought crosses your mind. “But what if it… you know. What if it actually does work?”

Hyeju snorts. A full, unrestrained, piggy little snort that’s completely at odds with her glamorous appearance. “Are you kidding me? You don’t actually believe this crap is real, do you? It’s just sugar and marketing. Placebo effect, at best.” She rolls her eyes, a fond smile on her face. “Besides, even if it hypothetically did have some tiny effect, it’s not like we’d instantly lose all control and sexually assault each other in the middle of a live broadcast. That’s not how human beings work.”

“Alright, alright, Dr. Hyeju, resident expert on the physiological effects of gas station dick pills,” you tease, putting the gummy bag back down. “I’ll take your word for it. It’s all a scam.”

“Exactly.” She beams, satisfied.

You move over to your laptop, which is sitting on a side table. You pull up your streaming software, typing in the title you’d thought of earlier. It’s perfectly, obnoxiously clickbaity: We Bought SCAM Aphrodisiacs… Do They WORK?! (18+).

Hyeju comes and sits on the couch, pulling her legs up underneath her. She glances at her reflection in the dark screen of her phone, fluffing her hair and checking that her lipstick hasn’t smudged. You slide into place beside her, the warmth of her leg pressing lightly against yours.

“Ready?” she asks.

You take a deep breath, your fingers hovering over the trackpad.

“Let’s go, then.”

You click the button, the little red LIVE indicator blinks on, and for a solid three seconds, there’s just silence. It’s the weird, liminal space of every stream, the quiet moment before the torrent of greetings and emotes floods the chat panel on your laptop. Beside you, Hyeju is practically vibrating.

You lean forward into the camera’s view, smiling. “What is up, everyone, and welcome back! As you can see, I am not alone tonight. I am joined by the one, the only, the agent of chaos herself, Hyeju!”

Hyeju leans into the frame, waving with both hands. “Hello, chat! Are you ready to make some truly questionable decisions with us tonight?”

The chat immediately goes nuclear. A tidal wave of custom emotes, greetings, and spam washes down the screen.

CrustyPacketLoss: SHE’S HERE OMG

QuantumMayo: LETS GOOOOOO

TurboToenail: MY BODY IS READY

You gesture grandly to the disaster zone on your coffee table. “For those of you who caught our IRL stream the other day, you know what’s happening. For those who didn’t, well… tonight, we put our bodies, our dignity, and possibly our gastrointestinal tracts on the line for your entertainment. We are going to be testing a wide variety of so-called ‘natural aphrodisiacs’.”

Hyeju picks up the ridiculous box of oyster-extract pills and dangles it in front of the lens. “That’s right. We’re doing this for science. And if things get a little too… scientific,” she pauses, “we might have to migrate this party over to the orange-and-black site. You can find us there under our collaborative account.”

“We do not have a collaborative account on that website!”

“Oh, right, right, sorry. My mistake.” Her apology is completely devoid of sincerity. “He has his own solo account. It’s LongGamePlayer777, if you guys want to go follow.”

You bury your face in your hands as the chat explodes into a frenzy of laughing emotes and capital letters. The donation alerts start chiming in a frantic, overlapping chorus.

DONATION: $10.00 from OliviaHiii: LMAO LONGGAMEPLAYER777 Hyeju you’re SO Funny 😂♥️

DONATION: $25.00 from RatKingXP: SHE’S NOT WRONG HE DOES HAVE THAT BDE 👀

“I do not have a Pornhub account!” You’re trying to sound annoyed, but the laughter bubbling up in your chest makes it impossible.

Hyeju pats your back condescendingly. “Of course you don’t. Sure. We believe you.” She turns back to the camera with a wink. And that's why you like Hyeju, because it’s so easy with her. The banter flows without thought, a perfectly synchronized rhythm you fell into the first time you streamed together. It feels less like a performance and more like just hanging out with your funniest, most unhinged friend.

You finally pull your hands away from your face. “Okay, moving on from that complete fabrication. Where should we even begin this journey into regret? What’s our first stop on the road to ruin?”

Hyeju scans the table with the critical eye of a bomb disposal expert. Her finger lands on the box of tea. The one with the absolutely ludicrous name. “We have to start here. It’s too iconic not to.”

You pick up the box, holding it up for the camera to get a good look. “Alright, chat. First up, we have ‘Horny Goat Weed’ tea.” You read from the side of the packaging. “‘A traditional blend to awaken the primal spirit and ignite the fires of passion.’ It also promises to be ‘woodsy and invigorating’.”

“Sounds like it tastes like dirt,” Hyeju comments, already getting up to go to your kitchen. “I’ll get the kettle.”

While she’s gone, you open the box and pull out a tea bag, dangling it in front of the lens. It just looks like a normal tea bag, filled with sad-looking brownish-green specks.

YeetMage: Drink the passion dirt!

Unofficialdaddysgirl: IGNITE MY PRIMAL SPIRIT DADDY!!

Hyeju returns with two mugs and the electric kettle, which is already starting to rumble. She sets it all down and pours the steaming water over the tea bags. A deeply unappealing, earthy smell immediately fills the air.

“Oh, wow,” you say, leaning away from the steam wafting from your mug. “That’s… that’s certainly a smell. Very… invigorating.”

“It smells like my grandpa’s garden after it rains,” Hyeju says, her nose wrinkled. She gives her tea bag a tentative poke with a spoon. “Okay, I think it’s steeped in passion now. Cheers?”

You clink your mugs together.

You both take a sip. It’s exactly as bad as it smells. It’s bitter, earthy, and has a weird, musty aftertaste. You manage to swallow, your face twisting into a grimace. Hyeju is less successful; she sputters, covering her mouth as she chokes down the sip.

“Oh, god! That’s vile!” she gasps, grabbing for the glass of water you’d left on the table to wash the taste out of her mouth.

You force yourself to take another, larger swallow for the camera, making a show of it. Then you sit back, placing a hand over your heart. “I don’t know, Hyeju… I think… I think I’m feeling something. The primal spirit… it’s awakening.”

She plays along instantly, her eyes going wide. She starts fanning her face with her hand. “Is it getting hot in here? I feel like… I need to take a layer off.” She makes a half-hearted attempt to pull at the sleeve of her crop top.

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“Okay, okay, settle down, chat,” you laugh, setting the wretched cup of tea aside. “Next item. We need to get that taste out of our mouths. How about the… ‘Devil’s Kiss Dark Chocolate with Chili’?”

You present the bar to the camera. The wrapper is black and red, featuring a cartoon devil winking. “This one claims to be ‘sinfully delicious’ and promises a ‘lingering heat that mirrors the slow burn of desire’.”

“Less poetry, more eating,” Hyeju declares, snatching the bar from you. She rips open the packaging and breaks off two large squares, handing one to you. “On three. One… two…”

You both pop the chocolate into your mouths at the same time. At first, it’s just rich, slightly bitter dark chocolate. It’s actually pretty good. You shoot Hyeju a surprised look. Then, the heat starts. It’s not an immediate explosion, but a slow, creeping warmth at the back of your throat. It builds steadily, growing from a pleasant tingle to an insistent, fiery burn.

Your eyes widen. “Okay, wow. That’s… that’s not a joke.”

Hyeju’s expression mirrors yours, but hers is one of panic. She starts fanning her open mouth frantically. “Hot! Hot! Oh my god, that’s actually spicy!” The comment comes out in a choked gasp.

You’re trying to play it cool, but the ‘lingering heat’ is starting to feel like a chemical burn. You grab your own water bottle, taking a huge swig, which only seems to spread the fire around your mouth.

Hyeju is practically crying, her eyes watering from the spice. “Okay! See! It’s working! My desire is… burning! My mouth is burning with desire!”

The chat is a pure wall of crying-laughing emotes. You finally manage to swallow, the heat subsiding to a low, throbbing warmth. You look at Hyeju, who is still chugging water, her face flushed red. You can’t help the loud, unrestrained laugh that bursts out of you.

“Okay,” you start, catching your breath. “We’ve had the dirt water. We’ve had the satanic chocolate. I think it’s time.” Your hand hovers dramatically over the collection of gummy bags before landing on the bright red one: Strawberry. You pick it up, but instinctively cover the prominent brand logo with your thumb before holding it up to the lens.

“Wait,” you say, glancing at Hyeju. “Can we get sued for this? Like, for slander, if we say their aphrodisiacs don't work?”

Hyeju gives you a flat, unimpressed look. “Dude, all the products on the table were already shown in your livestream in 4K with a fucking zoom on the brands. I think that ship has sailed, capsized, and is now a coral reef.”

“Right. Good point.” You shrug, but keep your thumb over the logo anyway. “Well, in that case, let’s just pretend this is a different brand. We are about to sample the new, exciting… uh… ‘Schmucker’s Passion Paws’.”

A snort of laughter escapes Hyeju. “Passion Paws? Seriously?”

“It was the best I could do on short notice!” You clear your throat and adopt your most serious, professional documentarian tone, reading from the back of the package. “Schmucker’s Passion Paws are a revolutionary new product on the market. Our proprietary, laboratory-tested, and scientifically-proven formula is designed to help you connect with your partner on a deeper, more primal level.” You squint at the fine print. “It contains a blend of… Maca root, L-Arginine, Zinc, and our special ‘Ardor-Boost Complex’.”

Hyeju leans into the frame, pointing a finger at the bottom of the bag. “Read that part. The best part.”

You follow her finger and find the warning label, printed in bold, aggressive red letters. “WARNING,” you read slowly. “Due to the potent nature of this product, do not exceed one (1) gummy per twenty-four-hour period. Effects may be… intense.”

Hyeju throws her head back and laughs, a loud, beautiful sound. “Oh my god, that’s such bullshit. I call bullshit.” She leans forward, her expression animated as she addresses the chat. “Listen. A few months ago, I couldn’t sleep, right? So I bought some of those melatonin gummies. The box said ‘take one before bed’. I ate, like, half the bottle because they were delicious. You know what happened? I was up until 4 AM playing VALORANT. Live. On stream. These warnings are lies created by the fun police!”

“Next week on the channel: Hyeju versus thirty pharmacists. The debate of the century. Place your bets now, chat.”

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“Thank you, dude, glad that someone recognizes my genius,” she says, bowing her head graciously.

You hold your hands up in a gesture of mock surrender, but then your expression turns serious for a moment as you look directly into the camera. “Okay, but for real, guys. We’re idiots with a budget. Don’t actually do this at home. Please.”

You tear open the bag. An immediate, potent wave of artificial strawberry scent washes over you. It smells exactly like every strawberry gummy candy you’ve ever had, but somehow… more so. More vibrant. You tip the bag, and two small, perfectly-formed, translucent red bears fall into your palm. They glisten under the lights. You hand one to Hyeju and pop the other into your mouth.

You chew. And your eyebrows shoot up your forehead. It’s… incredible. It’s not just good for a novelty supplement, it’s one of the best gummy candies you’ve ever tasted. The flavor is a blast of bright, sweet, concentrated strawberry that tastes impossibly fresh and not at all chemical.

You look over at Hyeju. Her eyes are wide with the same surprise. She swallows, a little noise of pure satisfaction escaping her throat. “Whoa.”

“Right?”

“That’s… dangerously good.” She immediately holds her hand out. “Gimme another one.”

You hesitate, holding the bag away from her. “Dude, I just read the warning. It said one.”

“It’s a lie!” she insists, making grabby hands for the bag. “It’s fine. We had that disgusting tea, it probably canceled it out. That’s how science works.”

You know you shouldn’t. You know it’s a stupid idea. But she’s looking at you with that pleading glint in her eyes, and the ghost of that amazing strawberry flavor is still on your tongue, and the chat is just a solid wall of EAT IT EAT IT EAT IT.

“Fine,” you sigh, feigning reluctance. You tip two more bears into your hand, giving one to her and eating your own. It’s just as good the second time. Maybe even better.

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“Shut up, chat, we are not hooked,” you say, but even as you say it, you’re looking into the bag. It’s a big bag, a proper sharing-size, just like you’d get at a movie theater. It’s filled to the brim with the little red bears. Without even thinking, you shake a few more into your hand and offer them to Hyeju. She takes a small handful, and you take one more.

“These are genuinely amazing, though,” she says, chewing thoughtfully. “Like, forget the aphrodisiac part. They should just sell these as candy. They’d make a fortune.”

“No kidding,” you agree, your eyes scanning the chat, thanking a few donors by name, but your hand keeps dipping back into the bag. You pass it to Hyeju so she can read some comments, and she does the same, her fingers finding their way back to the contents of the bag between reading donations. The act becomes mindless, a background process. You’re talking, laughing, riffing on comments, and all the while, the population of strawberry bears is steadily, quietly, and deliciously dwindling.

And that way, eventually, time passes. The stream is two hours in, it was two hours of laughter, stupid jokes, and a truly impressive amount of sugar. You’ve moved on from the gummies, you’ve tried the Tingling Touch Massage Oil, which ended up being a disappointingly normal, slightly minty body oil that you and Hyeju just rubbed on your hands while the chat made endless jokes. You’d even tried the Lover’s Intuition Drops, a vial of gold-flecked liquid that tasted vaguely of honey. Nothing. It’s all been a bust, just as you’d predicted, but the stream itself is a massive success. The viewer count is higher than it’s ever been, and the donations haven’t stopped.

It’s as you’re making fun of the ingredients on a box of sensual bath bombs that you notice it. Hyeju is fanning her face with her hand, a slight flush creeping up her neck.

“Dude, can you turn on the AC or something?” she asks, tugging at the collar of her crop top. “It’s getting seriously hot in here.”

You frown. “The air is on. It’s set to like, sixty-eight. It’s practically arctic.” But as you say it, you realize you’re feeling it too. A film of sweat has gathered on your forehead, and a strange, restless heat is coiling deep in your gut. Your heart is thudding in your chest, a heavy, insistent beat that’s a little too fast to be normal.

Your senses feel… wrong. Sharpened. The clean scent of your apartment is gone, completely obliterated by the smell of Hyeju. It’s not just her peach perfume anymore; it’s something richer, muskier. It’s the scent of her skin, her hair, even the faint, almost imperceptible smell of her sweat, and it’s hitting the back of your throat and clouding your mind. The heat radiating from her body, just inches from yours on the couch, is addictive.

Hyeju shifts uncomfortably, her leg brushing against yours. “I’m gonna go get some water,” she announces abruptly. She gives you a quick, meaningful look and a subtle jerk of her head towards the kitchen.

You nod, getting the message. “Yeah, good idea. We’ll be right back, chat. Don’t go anywhere.”

The moment you’re both out of the camera’s frame and in the relative privacy of your open-plan kitchen, she leans heavily against the counter, letting out a long, shaky sigh. The fluorescent light of the kitchen is harsh, and you can see the fine sheen of sweat on her brow.

“Okay,” she breathes, not looking at you. “Something is… weird. I’m feeling really fucking weird.”

“Me too,” you confess. “It was the gummies, wasn’t it? We ate the whole damn bag.”

You look at her, and she doesn't look well at all. “Are you gonna be sick? Do you need to throw up?”

She finally turns to look at you. “No. Nothing like that.” She shakes her head slowly. “The opposite, actually.” She swallows hard. “I feel… energized. Buzzy. Like I could run a marathon.” She looks at you and her gaze feels heavy, with an intensity that wasn’t there a minute ago. “It’s okay. I can… I can keep going.” Her eyes flicker down your body and back up to your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You are not fine. Every nerve ending feels like it’s been plugged into a power socket.

She takes a step closer, her movements a little unsteady. She reaches out and puts a hand on your arm, her fingers wrapping around your bicep. Her touch is electric. It’s not a friendly, casual touch; there’s a searching quality to it, a pressure that feels like she’s testing your strength. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not feeling sick or dizzy?”

Her thumb rubs a slow circle over the muscle, and you have to fight the urge to flex into her touch. “I’m fine,” you repeat. You look down at her hand on your arm. “Thanks. You’re… you’re a good friend.”

You know it's a strange thing to say so suddenly, but still, for some reason you needed to say it. She pulls her hand back a little too quickly, a nervous flutter in her movement. “You too,” she says, suddenly breathy. “A great… guy.”

The tension between you it's definitely real. You both ignore it, turning away at the same time to grab glasses of water.

You return to the couch, plastering on your best streamer smiles. You try to pick up where you left off, to recapture the easy, laughing energy from before, but the atmosphere has shifted irrevocably. You sit closer this time, the space between you on the cushions gone. Your knees are touching. As you’re telling some stupid story about a failed IKEA furniture build, you feel it. Hyeju’s hand, resting on your knee. It’s just there. Warm. Heavy.

Your words falter. You look at her. Her gaze meets yours. You don't even realize you're saying: “You look really nice tonight.”

“Thanks,” she smiles. “You like the outfit?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, your eyes taking her in properly for the first time all night. You’re not just looking; you’re drinking her in. The smooth plane of her stomach, the curve of her hips, the way the soft fabric of her jeans stretches over her thighs. Her hand slides from your knee, moving with deliberate slowness up your thigh. The camera, positioned to capture you from the chest up, can’t see a thing.

Your breath hitches. You place your hand over hers, your fingers lacing through hers, giving a light squeeze. It’s meant to be a question, a stop sign, a something; but it isn’t. Her hand doesn’t stop. It continues its slow, inexorable journey upward, her palm hot against the denim. You exchange another quick, frantic glance as her fingers brush against the base of your cock. And then her hand closes around you.

Your entire body seizes. A strangled noise escapes your throat.

She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath hot and smelling of strawberry candy. “End the stream,” she whispers.

All thought evaporates. There is only the heat, the pressure of her hand, and her command echoing in your skull. You nod jerkily, your own hand coming up to cover hers, pressing her tighter against you.

You force yourself to look at the camera. “Well, chat, I think that’s about all the science we can handle for one night,” you announce. “The experiment is over. And the official conclusion is… it’s all a scam. Don’t waste your money.”

“Thanks for hanging out, guys!” Hyeju chirps, impossibly normal, even as her fingers are flexing around your hardening cock. “We’ll see you next time. Bye!”

She waves at the camera. You manage a weak wave of your own. Your mind is screaming. You lunge for the laptop. Your finger stabs at the trackpad, frantically navigating to OBS Studio. You click stop recording and the red indicator disappears. But you clicked the wrong button. The recording stopped, yes, but the stream (the live stream to your viewers) is still running. The preview window went black when you stopped recording, and in your panic, you mistook that blank screen for proof the broadcast had ended. You don't notice the small LIVE indicator still glowing red in the bottom corner of the screen, partially hidden behind a Discord notification.

“This is insane.” You turn your head slowly to look at her. “I’m so… uncontrollably horny. I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life.”

“You think I don’t know? I’m right there with you.”

Her gaze drops pointedly to her hand, which is still gripping you tightly. “Oh, I noticed.” She gives you a gentle squeeze, and you have to bite back a moan. “It’s really fucking hard.” She looks back up at you. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. But you need to fuck me. Hard. Right now… Just for tonight. You have to. Just to make this… stop.”

You look into her eyes, seeing your own helpless desire reflected there. “Okay,” is all you can manage, and it seems to be enough for Hyeju.

She surges forward, crashing her mouth against yours. Her lips are hot, her tongue sweeping into your mouth with an urgency that steals your breath. It’s all teeth and tongue and the faint, sweet taste of strawberry gummies. Your hands come up, burying themselves in her sleek, dark hair, pulling her closer. Then they’re roaming, frantic and greedy. One hand slides down her back, grabbing a firm handful of her ass, squeezing hard and pulling her hips against yours. Your other hand finds its way under her crop top, your palm pressing against the warm, smooth skin of her back before sliding around to cup her breast. It’s heavy and full in your hand, the nipple already pebble-hard against your palm through the thin fabric of her bra.

As you kiss, her free hand is at your waist, fumbling with the button of your jeans. You hear it pop open, followed by the rasp of your zipper. You mirror her actions, your hands dropping from her body to find the waistband of her jeans. You struggle with the button for a second, your fingers clumsy with adrenaline, before it gives way. She pulls your cock out, freeing you from the tight confinement of your jeans and boxers. It springs forth, hot and heavy and painfully hard in the cool air of the room. At the same time, your own hands are diving inside her unzipped jeans, your fingers sliding past the damp denim, past the elastic waistband of her panties, and then… holy shit.

It’s like plunging your hand into a hot spring. She’s not just wet; she’s soaked. A slick, copious heat that drenches your fingers the instant you touch her. Your middle finger finds her clit, already swollen and exquisitely sensitive, and a deep moan rumbles from her chest, vibrating directly into your mouth. You start to rub, slow, deliberate circles, and she whimpers, her hips bucking against your hand. Her own hand begins to move on your shaft. It’s insane. It’s so fucking hot. Every touch is magnified, every sensation dialed up to an impossible degree. The soft skin of her inner thigh against the back of your hand, the slick glide of her wetness against your fingertips, the tight grip of her hand on your cock… it’s all too fucking intense, and not nearly enough.

You finally break the kiss, both of you gasping for air. You rest your forehead against hers, your chests heaving in unison.

A breathy giggle escapes her lips. She looks down at your cock, still held firmly in her grasp. “Wow,” she breathes. “It’s a really nice cock.”

You let out a surprised laugh. “Nice? That’s a first. No one’s ever called it nice before.”

“Well, I like to be honest,” she whispers, her gaze still fixed on you. And then she leans down. You watch, mesmerized, as she parts her lips and a glob of thick, clear saliva pools on her tongue. She lets it fall, a perfect, glistening string landing right on the head of your cock. The warmth of it makes you jolt. Without breaking eye contact, she works the spit down your shaft with her hand, coating you in a slick, slippery sheen. Her hand starts to move again, faster this time, her grip tight.

You groan, your head falling back against the couch as Hyeju's hand works you with a relentless rhythm, her spit making every glide slick and effortless. Your own fingers are buried deep inside her, curling and thrusting in time with her strokes. She's clenching around you, her inner walls fluttering with every pump, and her breath is coming in short, desperate gasps. The hypersensitivity is a double-edged sword: every tiny movement feels like fire, like your nerves are raw and exposed.

Unbeknownst to either of you, the laptop's camera is still rolling, the software quietly capturing every filthy second. The viewer count, which you thought you'd shut down, is skyrocketing instead. Notifications ping silently on the screen, the chat exploding into a frenzy of horny commentary.

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Hyeju's hips buck against your hand, her free hand gripping your shoulder for leverage as she rides your fingers harder. A fresh gush of wetness coats your palm, and she lets out a low, throaty whine that shoots straight to your cock. "Fuck, that's good," she pants. "Keep going... deeper."

You oblige, twisting your wrist to hit that spot inside her that makes her whole body shudder. "God, Hyeju, you're soaking my hand. Never thought I'd be finger-fucking an idol like this."

She laughs breathlessly, but there's a sharp edge to it, her hand speeding up on your shaft. "I'm not an fucking idol anymore, remember?” Her thumb swipes over the head of your cock, spreading the pre-cum that's leaking freely now.

"Doesn't matter," you grunt, your thumb circling her clit with firm pressure. "Still counts."

Her laughter turns into a moan, her body arching as another wave of pleasure hits her. The chat is a escalating chaos, donations pouring in like rain.

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She's grinding down on your fingers now, her strokes on your cock becoming erratic as her own need builds. Sweat beads on her forehead, and her perfume mixes with the musky scent of her arousal, making your head spin. But then she pulls back slightly. "Okay, if you think that's amazing, you're gonna lose your mind over this."

Before you can respond, she's standing up, her hands moving around her body. She yanks her crop top over her head, tossing it aside, revealing a lacy black bra that strains against the fullness of her breasts. Next come her jeans, shimmying down her hips and kicking them off, leaving her in just the bra and matching panties, the fabric of the latter dark with her wetness. She reaches behind her back, unhooking the bra with a practiced flick, and lets it fall away.

Her breasts spill free, large and perfectly shaped, with dusky nipples already stiff. They're heavy, swaying slightly with her movements, the skin smooth and flushed with arousal.

You stare, your cock twitching in the open air. "Jesus, Hyeju..."

She smirks, but it's shaky, her horniness overriding any playfulness. "Told you." She kneels between your legs, her knees sinking into the carpet, and grabs the waistband of your jeans and boxers. With a firm tug, she pulls them down your thighs, past your knees, and off completely, leaving you exposed from the waist down. Your cock stands rigid, veins pulsing, the head glistening.

Hyeju positions herself closer, her big breasts hovering just above your lap. She gathers saliva in her mouth again, leaning forward to let a thick strand drip down onto the valley between her tits. It lands with a wet splat, and she uses her hands to spread it around, massaging the spit into her skin. Her breasts are generous, more than a handful each, with a natural heft that makes them jiggle as she works the lubricant in. The spit mixes with her sweat, creating a shiny, glossy sheen that catches the light, making her chest look like it's been oiled for a photoshoot. Her nipples harden further under her own touch, and she moans softly, clearly enjoying the sensation.

"Like what you see?" she teases as she cups her breasts and pushes them together.

"Fuck yes," you breathe, reaching down to stroke yourself once, but she bats your hand away gently.

"Watch this." She leans in, wrapping her arms around her chest to squeeze her breasts together, trapping your cock in the warm, slick cleft between them. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming; soft, pillowy flesh enveloping you completely, the spit providing perfect lubrication as she starts to move. She slides up and down, her tits bouncing with each thrust, the head of your cock peeking out from the top of her cleavage on every downstroke.

It's heaven. The pressure is firm but yielding, her skin hot and slippery against yours. You groan loudly, your hands instinctively coming to rest on her shoulders, guiding her rhythm. "Hyeju, that's... fuck, that's incredible."

She looks up at you through her lashes, a grin on her face as she picks up speed. "Told you it'd amaze you. Feels good, right? My tits wrapped around your pretty cock." Her breasts slap against your thighs with each movement.

You nod dumbly, mesmerized by the sight and feel of it. The hypersensitivity from the aphrodisiacs makes every glide feel like it's amplified, sparks of pleasure shooting through you with each pass. Meanwhile, the chat is absolute pandemonium, a horny symphony of disbelief and ecstasy unfolding in real-time.

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Hyeju glances over her shoulder briefly, oblivious to the digital audience, then turns back to you with renewed focus. She adjusts her grip, pressing her breasts even tighter around you, and starts twisting her torso slightly on each upstroke, adding a new layer of friction that has you gripping the couch cushions. "You like that? Feel how soft they are? How they hug you just right?"

"God, yes," you manage, your hips thrusting up involuntarily to meet her movements. “This is… too good.”

“It’s making me so fucking horny just doing this. I can feel myself leaking all over the floor. I’m so fucking wet for you.”

You open your eyes to watch her. She’s looking down at where your cock is buried in her cleavage. She increases her pace, her large, heavy breasts jiggling furiously as she works you, pushing them together so tightly you can feel the pressure all the way down your shaft.

And the chat goes crazy:

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You feel that familiar, undeniable tightening in your balls. The point of no return is coming, and it’s coming fast. “Hyeju,” you gasp. “I’m… I’m gonna… fuck…”

Her eyes snap up to meet yours. “Yes,” she breathes. “Cum for me. Cover me in it. I want to feel it all over my tits.”

Her words, the sight of her slick, bouncing breasts, the incredible pressure: it all converges into one massive, explosive point. With a final groan that tears from your throat, you erupt. Your hips buck off the couch as your orgasm rips through you, a violent, full-body convulsion. It’s not just a single shot; it’s a torrent. Thick, white ropes of cum spray from the head of your cock, painting her chest in broad, obscene strokes. It splatters across the valley of her cleavage, coats the soft undersides of her breasts, and shoots high enough to spatter against her collarbone and the delicate skin of her neck. One particularly thick glob lands on her chin, and she doesn’t even flinch, her eyes locked on yours as you unload.

The release is so intense it leaves you shaking, your entire body trembling with the aftershocks. You collapse back against the couch cushions, breathing heavily, your vision swimming. Hyeju slows to a stop, her breasts still heaving from the exertion, now slick and coated in your cum. She looks down at the mess you’ve made of her, and she's smiling, pleased with the mess you made. She uses a single finger to scoop some of the cum from her chest, bringing it to her lips and tasting it, keeping eye contact with you the entire time.

“Good,” she says simply. “Best cum I've ever tasted. Or maybe it's just the aphrodisiacs kicking in. Either way, it's delicious.”

You lie there for a moment, catching your breath, trying to process what just happened. The heat in your veins has subsided slightly, replaced by the warm, boneless languor of a powerful orgasm. Hyeju starts to pull away, intending to give you a moment to recover. But as her stomach brushes against your cock, she freezes.

“Wait…”

She looks down, her gaze fixed on your groin. You follow her line of sight. Your cock, which should be softening, shrinking back in post-coital retreat, is still defiantly, impossibly hard. It’s throbbing with a steady, insistent pulse against her skin, still glistening and slick with her spit and your cum, but every bit as rigid as it was before you came.

“What the fuck?” she breathes. She tentatively reaches down, her fingers wrapping around your shaft. She gives it a squeeze. It’s solid as a rock. “You… you’re still hard.” She looks up at you. “How are you still hard? You just came, like, a gallon.”

You stare down at your own body in mute astonishment. You feel it too. The orgasm was real, the release was intense, but the underlying, thrumming energy from the aphrodisiacs hasn’t abated at all. The fire is still burning. “I… I don’t know,” you stammer, a hysterical laugh bubbling in your throat. “The gummies… it’s the fucking gummies.” Your dick gives a hard twitch in her hand, as if to punctuate the statement.

"It's not even close to being over.”

Before you can even process her words, she’s in motion. She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t hesitate. She pushes herself up, climbing onto the couch to straddle your lap, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of your hips. She towers over you. The cum you shot all over her chest is slick and glistening under the lights, some of it starting to drip down her stomach as she positions herself directly over you. From your vantage point, it’s an awe-inspiring sight: her powerful thighs framing your vision, her breasts heavy and perfect, and her pretty face set with a look of manic horniness.

She reaches down and puts her panties aside, then her fingers wrap around your shaft. It’s still so hard it feels like it might break. She guides the head of your cock to her entrance, which is already impossibly wet, slick and glistening from her own arousal.

“Let’s see what else those gummies have in them,” she murmurs, gaze locked with yours.

Then, with a slow, deliberate grind, she lowers herself onto you.

The sensation is blinding. She’s so incredibly tight, her inner walls clenching around you, gripping you like a velvet fist. The combination of her wetness and the remnants of your previous session makes your entry ridiculously slick. You go deep, burying yourself to the hilt inside her. She gasps, her head thrown back, her whole body tensing as she takes all of you. For a moment, she just stays there, impaled on your cock, letting you both feel the incredible fullness, her inner muscles fluttering around you.

From the laptop’s perspective, the view is perfect. Her strong back is arched, her muscles defined under the skin. Her ass is round and high, and the camera has a direct, unflinching view of where your bodies are joined. The sight of your thick, veiny cock disappearing into her slick, pink folds is utterly obscene. Her hands are braced on your shoulders for balance, and yours instinctively come up to grip her hips, your thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above her ass.

The chat, naturally, implodes. The viewer count jumps past twenty thousand as the illicit link spreads like wildfire across forums and private messages. “OH MY GOD THE ANGLE. THE VIEW. I AM ASCENDING.” “This is history. God bless the horny bears.” “You can see EVERYTHING. Look at it go in... I'm dead.” And thousands more thirsty comments like these. Viewers all around the world losing their minds over you and Hyeju.

Hyeju starts to move. At first, it’s just a slow, grinding rotation, her hips circling on top of you, letting you feel every inch of her tight sheath. A low, continuous moan begins to build in her throat.

“Fuck,” she breathes, eyes fluttering shut. “You feel so good. So… thick. You’re stretching me out.”

“Hyeju…” you groan, your own hips beginning to twitch, wanting to thrust up into her, to take control.

“No,” she commands, pressing down on your shoulders to keep you pinned to the couch. “Let me. I’m in control right now.”

She begins to ride you in earnest. She lifts herself up slowly, drawing you almost all the way out until just the swollen head of your cock is inside her, then slams her hips back down with a wet, percussive slap of flesh against your thighs. The sound is hypnotic. Her ass cheeks clench with every downward thrust. The camera captures it all: the glistening pink of her pussy lips stretching, the way your cock disappears and reappears, slick and shining with her juices.

She picks up the pace, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. She’s riding you like she’s trying to fuck the feeling out of her system, but it’s only compounding the insane chemical horniness. Her moans get louder, losing their sultry edge and becoming raw, needy cries that echo in the apartment.

“Oh god! Oh fuck, yes! Right there!” she screams, throwing her head back again. “Deeper! I need it deeper!”

Your body acts on its own. You start to thrust up to meet her, your hips bucking off the couch, slamming into her with equal force. It becomes a battle for dominance where you’re both just trying to get off. The couch creaks and groans under the strain. Her large tits, still slick with your cooling seed, are bouncing wildly, slapping against her own chest. You reach up and grab them, squeezing hard, and she cries out as she rides you even harder, her pussy milking your still-rock-hard cock with every desperate slam of her hips.

“Fuck, Hyeju… you’re incredible,” you gasp out, your hands sliding from her hips to her powerful, tanned thighs, gripping them tight. “Your body is fucking perfect.”

Your words seem to spur her on. She grinds down on you, her eyes fluttering open to lock with yours. They are black holes of pure, undiluted need. She’s not just fucking you; she’s consuming you.

You reach up, your hand closing around one of her heavy, jiggling breasts. It’s warm and slick, still coated in the sticky, cooling remnants of your own cum. You pull her down towards you, guiding the heavy orb to your mouth. Her nipple, hard as a stone, scrapes against your lips before you take her in. The taste is a combination of her sweat, the sweet scent of her skin, and the salty tang of your own seed. You suck hard, laving your tongue over the nipple, and she screams.

Her hips go into overdrive, slamming down on you with a punishing force that jolts your entire body. Her inner walls clench around your shaft so tightly it feels like she’s trying to milk you dry.

On the livestream, the cascade of comments and subscriptions freezes mid-scroll. “HE'S SUCKING THE CUM OFF HER TITS.” It's the last message in the chat. For everyone who was watching (and jerking off, probably), this is the message that now replaces the divine vision of Hyeju from behind riding you: This channel is temporarily unavailable due to a violation of Community Guidelines. The viewer count, which had just peaked over twenty-two thousand, instantly plummets to zero.

The Greek chorus is silenced.

But you and Hyeju have no idea. You are the only two people in your universe, and your universe is this couch.

She leans down, crashing her mouth against yours again. You kiss her back with equal ferocity, your tongues tangling as your bodies continue their brutal, rhythmic dance. Your cock is being squeezed and stretched, fucked with an intensity that should be painful but is instead just pushing you further into a state of heightened, agonizing bliss. The couch is too small, too constricting for the sheer violence of your fucking. Your legs are tangled, the cushions are shifting, and you’re both struggling to find purchase, to get the right angle, to go even deeper.

You break the kiss, your lips swollen, your breath coming in ragged pants. You look into her wild eyes, your mind latching onto a single, desperate, practical thought.

“My bed,” you gasp. “There’s… there’s more space.”

A flicker of understanding crosses her face. She doesn’t stop moving, still grinding down on you, but she nods. “Yes,” she breathes. “Fuck, yes. Now.”

With a groan, you pull out of her, your cock sliding free from her tight, hot cunt, dripping with her juices. There’s no time to think. Acting on pure instinct, you hook your arms under her knees and back, lifting her clean off the couch. She’s heavier than she looks, solid with muscle, and she wraps her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck, clinging to you as you stumble out of the living room and down the short hall to your bedroom.

You practically throw her onto the bed. She lands in a tangle of limbs on your messy, unmade sheets, her dark hair splayed out, her chest still smeared with your cooling cum, her eyes blown wide. You stand over her for a second. Your shirt feels like a straitjacket. You rip it off over your head, tossing it into a corner. The cool air hits your sweat-slicked chest, and your cock stands at attention, still painfully, impossibly hard, glistening with her slick wetness.

Before you can dive onto the bed and bury yourself inside her again, she holds up a hand, stopping you. “Wait. Pick one.”

“Pick what? The fuck are you talking about?”

“A part of my body,” she says, dead serious. “Any part. Quick. Just fucking pick one.”

“What? Why? Uh…” Your eyes scan her body, the perfect, tanned expanse of her skin. “Anything? Your thighs, maybe. I don’t know.”

“Great choice.”

Before you can ask what she means, she’s up. She pushes herself off the bed and stands before you, her bare feet planted on the floor. She reaches down, hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her soaking-wet black panties, and rips them down her legs, finally kicking them away. She’s completely naked now, a goddess of sweat and sex, her cunt lips plump and glistening, a thin trickle of her juice already running down her inner thigh.

“You wanted my thighs?” she says. She takes a step forward, closing the space between you, and grabs your cock with both hands. Her grip is hot and firm. “Then you’re gonna fuck my thighs.”

She positions herself, moving closer to you until her breasts are touching your chest. She opens her legs wide enough for your dick to fit between them, then she clamps her thick thighs together, trapping your cock between them. The pressure is immense, a tight, fleshy vise of hot skin. It’s not the enveloping heat of her pussy, but it’s a whole different kind of friction, a whole new level of fucking hot.

“Fuck,” you groan as she squeezes her muscles, milking your shaft. “Jesus, your legs are so strong.”

“Yeah?” she breathes, her hands coming up to grip your ass, pulling you deeper into her fleshy trap. “Squeeze them tight. You feel that? Feel how tight I can make it for you?”

You start to move, your hips thrusting in a slow, experimental rhythm. Your cock slides between the slick, hot skin of her inner thighs. With every forward thrust, the swollen head of your dick rubs directly against her cunt lips. You can feel the slickness, the heat, the obscene wetness of her transferring onto you. You can smell her, that raw, musky scent of pure arousal, and it’s driving you insane.

“Oh, god, Hyeju, I can feel your pussy,” you grunt, picking up the pace. “You’re dripping all over my cock.”

“I know,” she pants, her own hips starting to grind against you, meeting your thrusts. “Rub your cockhead all over my cunt. Get it soaked. I want you to feel how wet I am for you while you fuck my thighs.”

She leans in, crashing her mouth against yours for another bruising kiss. Her tongue plunges past your lips, dueling with yours as you fuck her thighs harder and harder. The sound is just pure filth: the wet slap of your pelvis against her leg, the slick sound of your cock sliding between her thighs, your combined moans muffled by the kiss. You pull your mouth away for a second, gasping for air.

“You like that?” you pant, your hands squeezing her perfect, round ass cheeks. “Fucking you like this? Rubbing my cock all over your wet pussy?”

“Fuck, yes,” she whimpers, her head falling back. “Don’t stop. Fucking destroy me with your cock. Use my whole body. Just keep fucking me.”

You obey. Your cock is a slick, hot piston driving between her powerful legs, each thrust smearing her juices all over you, the head of your dick rubbing raw against her swollen, sensitive clit. It’s not penetration, but it’s so fucking intimate, so fucking hot, that it feels even dirtier.

Hyeju clings to you, her lips brushing yours, teasing kisses broken with wet gasps. “Oh my god,” she pants, her breath hot in your mouth. “You’re fucking my thighs so hard- I can feel your cock sliding against my pussy, it’s so wet.” She moans in your ear. “Feels like you’re gonna split me in half even without being inside me.”

Your hands are on her ass, squeezing those firm globes, pulling her harder against you as you rut between her legs. Your cock is trapped perfectly, the pressure of her thighs so intense you swear she’s milking you with them.

“Your legs are insane,” you groan, biting at her neck. “So tight. I can feel your pussy lips every time I push forward. Christ, you’re soaking me.”

She throws her head back, a laugh breaking into a moan. “You like it?” she taunts breathlessly. “You like fucking my thighs like a desperate little pervert?” She squeezes them tighter, the muscles clamping down to prove her point, practically choking your cock.

You grunt, your hips stuttering as the new pressure wrings another wave of pleasure out of you. “Fuck, yes. You’re gonna make me lose it if you keep doing that.”

“That’s the point,” she smirks, kissing you again. She presses her tits against you, skin slick with sweat and old cum, her hardened nipples dragging across your skin. You can feel how her whole body trembles every time your cockhead slides over her pussy, teasing her clit with each stroke.

“Fuck me harder,” she begs, “I want your cock to ruin my legs, make me cum just from this.”

You shift your grip, wrapping one arm tightly around her waist to keep her fully pinned against you. The other digs fingers into her thick thigh, pulling it closer and squeezing it hard around your shaft. Then you slam forward, pistoning your hips into her thighs like you’re already inside her. The slick friction is perfect; your cock bulges against her tanned skin, drags along her soaked lips, the fat swollen head bumping again and again into her clit, smearing her own juices across her smooth skin.

“Ohh fuck!” she screams, clawing at your shoulders now, her nails raking over your back. “You’re fucking my thighs like you mean it- Ohhh god, yes! Rub my pussy, rub it, don’t stop!”

You growl against her shoulder, your cock hammering between her thighs faster, harder, desperate. Sweat pours down your face, dripping onto her cleavage, and your abs clench so tightly you can barely breathe. Your balls are tight, heavy, bouncing against her with each wild thrust.

“You’re a fucking dream,” you snarl in her ear. “You’re perfect; your body’s perfect! Fuck, you're gonna make me cum so hard!”

She whimpers, bucking her hips against you to grind her clit harder on your shaft. “Yes! Yes, cum on me. Cover my thighs with your load, make a fucking mess all over my legs.” She looks you dead in the eye, her face flushed and wild. “Do it, cum all over my body, you know you want to. Ruin me.”

Your restraint snaps right then. Every thrust into her thighs feels like the last one you can handle. The obscene glide, the way her pussy drools across your cock with every pump, the raw strength of her legs clamping down, it all combusts inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, Hyeju—” you grunt. “I’m gonna… Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—”

“Yes, yes, give it to me!” she begs, thrusting her hips up to meet your cock as it slams through her slick thighs. “Cover me!”

Your whole body tensing violently. You slam your cock in as deep as her thighs will hold, pinning her trembling body to yours, and you erupt. The first rope of cum shoots high, painting a thick white streak across her inner thighs, even dripping toward her pussy in sticky rivulets. The second and third, even stronger, splashes down her legs, hot and creamy, dripping down toward her knees. By the time the last thick rope spills from your cock, the insides of her thighs are a glistening disaster. Milk-white cum smeared across her skin, pooling at the edges of her soaked cunt.

“Holy… fuck,” you groan, collapsing forward, your forehead resting on her shoulder.

Hyeju laughs breathlessly. But she’s trembling, her hands gripping your ass hard as she rocks slightly against you, still grinding her clit along the base of your now-cum-slathered cock. “Look at me,” Hyeju pants. She glances down at her thighs, coated in your cum. “You made such a mess on me… it’s everywhere. God, it’s dripping down my legs.”

In a weak aftershock of instinct, your hips twitch, grinding forward again, smearing your cum deeper into her thighs and directly onto her cunt.

She moans sharply, shaky legs clamping tighter. “Fuck, even after cumming like that you’re still throbbing. I can feel it twitching against me.” Her hand snakes between your bodies, wrapping around your shaft, gripping just under the head and smearing the combined mess around deliberately. “You’re never going soft, are you?”

You chuckle weakly, grinding slow, lazy thrusts between her sticky thighs. “Not tonight,” you mutter, still panting. “Those fucking gummies… I’m not stopping until I break you.”

Her thighs flex again, squeezing your cock despite being sticky and glazed in cum. She licks her lips, leaning closer into another kiss, whispering against your mouth, “Then take me apart. You just turned my thighs into your cum rag… now use the rest.”

“Your wish is my command.”

You push Hyeju down onto the bed. She steadies herself quickly, her knees digging into the mattress, her arms braced against the headboard. She knows what you want without you even telling her. She arches her back, raising her hips high, presenting her ass. The sight stops you cold for a moment.

Her ass in this position is perfection. Round, full, tanned, with just the faintest dimple at the top, the cheeks spread slightly as she wiggles. Your cum from earlier glistens faintly along her thighs, streaks of white smeared against her skin, some of it drying sticky and messy, some of it still wet enough to glint in the low light. Higher up, her breasts hang beneath her, heavy and perfect, still streaked with the load you painted across them earlier. The mixture of sweat and cum has left her looking debauched, filthy, and irresistible.

Your throbbing cock rests in your hand as you move in behind her, dragging the fat tip slowly down the crack of her ass. She shivers immediately, a low moan spilling out of her throat when you push the head lower still, dragging it along the slick, swollen lips of her pussy.

“Please,” she breathes out, glancing back over her shoulder. Her face is flushed, hair plastered to the sides of her cheeks. “I need you inside me. Give me that cock.”

You smirk, pressing the head right at her entrance but not pushing in yet. Instead you rub yourself over her folds with slow, deliberate strokes, letting the swollen head drag against her clit, smearing what’s left of your cum from her thighs onto her cunt.

“You’re dripping,” you grunt, looking down at the mess between her legs. “Your pussy’s begging for it. Look at all that mess running down your thighs. You want me to fuck you while you’re still covered in my cum?”

“Yes,” she almost growls. “Yes, I want you to use me like this. Dirty as fuck. Look at my body. You marked me already. Now fuck me raw and don’t you dare stop.”

You love this new side of her, such a slut. You grip her hips tight, your fingers sinking into the tan flesh above her ass as you slam forward in one brutal thrust. Your cock slides home in one stroke, the wetness of her cunt sucking you in greedily, swallowing your entire length until your hips smack flush against her ass. She screams into the sheets, her body lurching forward from the intensity of the thrust, but she shoves herself right back against you as soon as you start to pull out.

“Fuck, yes,” she cries, bracing harder on her arms as her back arches even more. “That’s it. That’s what I needed. Harder.”

You find a rhythm quickly, your hips snapping into her again and again. Every thrust drives deep inside her, your cock stretching her out, her pussy gripping you like a vice. Her ass jiggles with each impact, those perfect cheeks bouncing and rippling as you fuck her from behind. There is no more beautiful sight in the world than this: your cock disappearing into her wet, swollen cunt while her tits swing beneath her, bouncing violently with every stroke.

“Look at you,” you growl, one hand leaving her hip to slap down on her ass, and she moans louder. “Ass shaking, tits bouncing, body covered in cum. You love it, don’t you. You love getting fucked like this.”

“Yes,” she moans shamelessly. “I love it. I love your cock in me. Deeper. Harder. Don’t stop.”

The bedframe creaks under you both as the intensity builds. You lean forward, lowering your chest onto her back, one hand reaching under her body to grab one swinging tit. It’s still sticky with your cum, your fingers slipping across it as you grope her roughly. You roll her nipple between your fingers and she cries out, her pussy clenching tighter around your cock in response.

“Your tits are still messy,” you whisper filthily into her ear, biting at her neck. “You’re still wearing my cum while I fuck you. You’re dirty as fuck.”

She shudders under you, grinding her hips back to meet your thrusts. “Say it again,” she begs between ragged breaths.

“You’re dirty,” you snarl, pulling nearly all the way out before driving home again. “Covered in my cum on your tits and thighs while I rail your pussy from behind. You’re my filthy little fucktoy right now.”

Her answering moan is broken and wanton, her arms trembling, barely holding herself up as you pound into her mercilessly. Each thrust rubs your shaft perfectly along her swollen clit on the way in, her whole body jerking as little shockwaves of overstimulation hit her, but she keeps begging for more.

“God, fuck me!” she cries out, gripping the sheets hard enough to twist them. “Faster! Don’t even think about slowing down.”

You slam into her even faster, gritting your teeth as her ass bounces wildly beneath you. The sight of her tanned cheeks clapping back into your hips is perfect, almost too perfect. You watch your cock vanish into her pussy each time, wet and sloppy, pulling out coated in strings of slick only to plunge back in. Every time you bottom out she lets out this strangled noise, a cross between a scream and a moan, her body shaking from the force.

You grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so she’s forced upright, her back arched and her tits thrust forward. They bounce violently with every thrust, streaked with dried cum gleaming under the bedroom light. She reaches back instinctively, grabbing your wrist as you fuck her, but she doesn’t resist. She wants it.

“You’re made for this. That ass bouncing on my cock, those big tits swinging while I wreck you. Look at you, dripping all over me, begging for more like you can’t get enough.”

Her response is a cry of affirmation as her pussy clenches desperately around you, making it harder to pull free each time, milking you, demanding more.

And all you can do is obey: you ram into her, again and again, deep inside that soaked pussy, every thrust harder, harder, until your hips ache. Hyeju screaming loud enough that you’re glad your walls don’t share with any neighbors. Her ass is bouncing beautifully with each slap of your hips, her juices dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets. You see yourself sliding in and out of her, perfect, raw, messy.

And then it happens.

You line yourself up for another savage thrust, yanking her hips back hard as you shove forward, but she shifts at the wrong moment. Instead of plunging into her drenched cunt, your cock slips against her lips, sliding lower, and suddenly the swollen head is pressing hard against the forbidden entrance of her ass. Your hips drive inward on instinct, and the fat crown of your cock pushes past the tight ring. The sensation is hotter than you imagined, impossibly tight, clamping down around the sensitive head of your cock.

Hyeju screams into the mattress, her whole body jolting forward. “Fuuuck!”

You freeze instantly, your hands digging into her hips. “Shit, oh fuck- Hyeju, I’m sorry! It slipped! Are you okay?”

For a second, you’re terrified she’ll pull away, end it right there. But she doesn’t. She raises her head, panting hard, her dark hair plastered to her sweaty face. She glances back at you, her eyes glazed, her lips parted. Her body’s trembling, but not from pain.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck. Yes.” She moans deep, shaky, almost embarrassed but wild at the same time. “Keep going. Fuck, fuck, keep going. Don’t stop.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah! Seriously,” she insists. “Fuck my ass. Right now. I don’t care! I want it. Oh, god, I can’t believe this is happening but don’t you fucking dare pull out.”

“Fuck… okay.”

You grip her ass tighter, pulling her cheeks apart, watching as your cock is half-buried in her ass, the fat head stretching her tight little hole wide. You push slowly, carefully, and the rest of your length slides deeper into her, inch by inch. The resistance is unreal, her ass squeezing you harder than her pussy ever did, choking your cock with every movement.

“Jesus Christ,” you groan, your eyes rolling back as you bury more of yourself inside her. “Your ass… so tight… I can barely fucking move.”

She claws at the bedsheets, her back arching more. “Oh, god, it hurts… but it feels… fuck, it feels so fucking good. I can’t believe I’m taking your cock in my ass.” She gasps again, louder. “I… I was saving my first time for something special, but fuck, this… this feels too good! I don’t care anymore!”

You snarl, shoving yourself deeper into her ass, until your hips meet her cheeks, your balls pressed snugly against her drenched pussy. You’re buried to the hilt, and her body’s trembling all over, twitching around you.

“Yeah, that’s right,” you growl, gripping her hair and pulling her head back so you can see her gasping mouth. “You kept that virgin ass saved, and now it’s mine. Every inch of my cock is stretching you out. You’re taking it like a filthy slut.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers, her eyes squeezing shut and her lips trembling. “Fuck me harder. Please. Don’t stop. Pound my ass.”

And you do. You pull back until just the tip is stretching her tight rim again, then slam forward, burying yourself deep. Her ass clenches around you like she’s trying to suck you back in, every thrust making her scream into the mattress. You keep the rhythm savage, pushing past her cries, using her ass like it’s your rightful hole now.

Her tits sway violently beneath her with each thrust, covered in dried streaks of your cum, bouncing off her chest as her arms give up on supporting her body. She collapses onto her elbows, ass still up and presented, taking every single deep thrust you give her.

“God, oh god,” she babbles through gasps, “your cock… my ass… stretching me so good. I feel so fucking full. I’ve never… never been this slutty in my life. I don’t care.” Hyeju's voice rises into another cry as you slam forward harder, spanking her ass cheek with one hand, leaving a red mark on the tanned flesh. “Yes, like that! Spank me while you ruin my ass!”

Your palm lands again, the crack of flesh loud in the room, and her hole clenches down impossibly tight around your cock, almost choking it. She moans loudly, almost hysterical. “I can’t believe it… I’m begging for this. Begging for you to keep fucking my asshole! Who the fuck have I turned into…?”

“You’ve turned into my personal fucktoy,” you growl, pounding her ass again and again, sweat dripping down your back. “Taking dick in both holes. Covered in my cum. Screaming for more.”

Her head drops to the sheets, her ass arching up even higher, letting you slam deeper. She’s sobbing moans, her whole body quaking in overstimulation but still pushing back against you, meeting every thrust with desperation. “Yes. Yes, I’m your slut! Keep wrecking my ass. Don’t you dare stop. Don’t ever stop.”

You don't stop, but the angle needs to change. You yank your cock out of her ass with a wet, popping sound that makes her groan, and you flip her over. She lands on her back with a gasp, her legs sprawled open, her whole body a sweaty, trembling mess. Her chest streaked with your old cum, her thighs are a sticky disaster, and her face is flushed, her lips swollen and bruised from your kisses.

"I'm not done with that ass," you growl, climbing on top of her. "But I want to see your fucking face while I wreck it."

You grab her ankles and pull her legs up, hooking them over your shoulders. Her ass lifts off the bed, her cunt and her tight little asshole both presented to you, glistening and abused. You don't hesitate. You spit on the head of your cock and line it up with her ass again, pushing in slowly.

She whimpers as you slide back inside her, her eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck, it's still so tight. You're stretching me open all over again."

Once you're buried to the hilt, you start fucking her, your rhythm just as savage as before. But now you can see everything. You can watch her face contort with every deep thrust, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as you pound her virgin ass.

"Yeah, look at me," you pant, your hands gripping the mattress on either side of her head. "Watch my cock fuck your ass raw. You feel that? Every inch?"

Her eyes flutter open, locking with yours. They're wild, dilated, filled with pain and pure pleasure at the same time. "Yes," she chokes out. "I feel everything. It's too much."

"It's not enough," you snarl, and your free hand snakes down between her legs. Your thumb finds her clit instantly. It's swollen and hard as a pebble, slick with her juices. You start rubbing it, slow circles, while you continue to hammer into her ass.

The effect is immediate and explosive. Her entire body seizes, a strangled shriek tearing from her throat. Her back arches off the bed, her hips trying to buck against you, but you've got her pinned.

"Oh my god! Fuck! Don't!" she screams, but her hips are grinding against your hand, begging for the friction. "You're fucking my ass and rubbing my clit... I can't... I'm gonna..."

"You're gonna what?" you taunt, your thumb pressing down harder, your pace quickening. "You're gonna cum for me? You're gonna spray that pretty cunt all over my hand while I'm fucking your other hole?"

Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow. "Yes! Please! I'm so close! Fuck, I'm so close!"

Her body is trembling violently now, her toes curling, her inner muscles clenching around your cock. You can feel the orgasm building in her.

"Cum for me, Hyeju," you demand, “fucking explode!”

And she does. With a final scream that rips through the room, her body goes completely rigid. A hot jet of fluid erupts from her pussy, spraying all over your hand, your wrist, your stomach. It's not a trickle; it's a flood. A torrent of clear, musky liquid that soaks the front of your body and gushes onto the bed sheets, drenching them in seconds.

But you don't stop. You keep fucking her ass, your deep, brutal thrusts making her body convulse around you. Each time you ram into her, another smaller squirt shoots from her cunt, her orgasm refusing to end. Her legs, still hooked over your shoulders, are shaking uncontrollably. She's sobbing, screaming your name, completely lost to the endless waves of pleasure.

Finally, her body goes limp, her orgasm subsiding into weak, fluttering aftershocks. She's panting, her chest heaving, her eyes rolled back in her head. You feel your own release building, a familiar, urgent pressure in your balls. You pull your cock out of her ass with a slick, messy pop, the tight hole glistening, abused.

You position yourself over her stomach, which is already wet from her squirting, and with a final, guttural roar, you come. It's a massive load, even bigger than before. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot from your cock, splattering across her stomach, her ribs, and the undersides of her breasts. You pump out load after load, emptying yourself all over her until you're completely spent.

You collapse onto her, your weight pinning her to the soaked bed. She moans weakly as your hot cum drips down her sides.

"So much," she whispers. She lifts a trembling hand and slowly, languidly, begins to spread your cum across her stomach and tits, mixing it with the remnants of her own squirt and your previous loads.

“Fuck…” you mutter, dragging a hand down your face, your chest still heaving. “These damn gummies. I don’t even remember how many we ate.”

Beside you, Hyeju bursts into laughter, covering her face with a hand. Her stomach is streaked with your load, sticky and glistening, and she doesn’t even care. “Too many. Way too many. No wonder we’re acting like porn demons.” She turns her head to look at you, strands of damp black hair clinging to her cheeks. “But fuck… admit it. This is way more fun than livestreaming.”

You grin, exhausted but still buzzing, and lean back against the headboard. “Livestreaming never made me cum on someone’s tits like that, so yeah. Way more fun.”

That earns you another laugh, this one softer. She rolls onto her stomach, then straddles your waist, pinning you down with surprising strength for someone who just shook through an orgasm that drenched the sheets.

“You’re still hard,” she says with mock disbelief, her eyes flicking down to your cock that lies stiff and pulsing against your stomach. “Un-fucking-believable.”

You chuckle and spread your arms casually on the mattress. “Don’t act surprised. You’re still soaking wet, aren’t you?”

Her lips curl mischievously. “Touché.” She shifts up, crawling forward until her thighs are planted on either side of your head. She doesn’t need to spell it out. Her swollen, flushed pussy hovers just inches from your lips, still glistening, trembling with sensitivity after the brutal pounding you gave her.

“I’m too sensitive,” she warns. “But I don’t care. I want your mouth on me again. And you better not be gentle.”

“Who said I was planning to be?” you reply with a grin, grabbing her hips and dragging her down onto your mouth.

Her taste is raw, still dripping from her orgasm and with what's left of your cum, and it coats your tongue instantly. You press your mouth hard against her, sucking her clit between your lips, teasing her entrance with your tongue, lapping up everything she gives you.

She shudders above you, her nails clawing at the headboard. “Oh fuck… oh my god. Don’t stop. I can’t fucking take it but don’t stop!”

You groan against her, your tongue pushing deeper, your hands squeezing her ass and pulling her down harder onto your face. The mess from before only makes it filthier, slick running down your chin as you feast on her.

She rocks her hips forward, grinding herself into your mouth. Slowly at first, testing the waters, then more deliberately. Her clit drags across your tongue with each movement, her juices smearing all over your face.

“Holy sh—” you try to mumble but it gets muffled against her dripping pussy.

She laughs breathlessly, her body shaking. “I’m… oh my god, I’m facefucking you. I’m literally fucking your face right now.”

You look up at her from between her thighs, your hands gripping her ass tighter to keep her steady. You groan approval into her, the vibration making her gasp, her thighs trembling.

“You love it,” she whimpers, her hips moving faster, grinding against you shamelessly. “You love me using your mouth like this. Making you my toy.”

You nod, sucking her clit harder, your tongue pressing flat so she can rut against it, making her cry out with every forward push, her slick wetting your face, your neck, even your chest beneath her as she rides your mouth with growing abandon.

Her hands find your hair, tangling ruthlessly as she pushes your face deeper against her. “Fuck, right there… oh my god! Don’t you fucking stop. Lick me, eat me. I’m gonna… oh god.”

Your tongue flicks rapidly over her clit when she pulls your head tighter, and she wails, her body spasming hard. “Yes! Ohhh fuck yes!”

She’s full-on grinding her cunt down onto your mouth now, riding you in quick, frantic motions, desperate for release again even though she has already squirted herself almost dry. The desperation makes it hotter, filthier, and you lap it up gladly, your cock twitching painfully against your stomach at the sight of her losing control above you.

“Look at me,” she gasps, looking down at your face half-hidden under her soaked cunt. “Look at what I’m doing to you. God, I can’t get enough. I can’t… I don’t want this to ever stop.”

You lock eyes with her, your tongue grinding hard against her swollen clit, and she cries out again, hips jerking. She’s trembling almost violently, her thighs locked tight around your head, her soaked pussy smearing your whole face as she keeps fucking herself on your mouth.

The sounds of her slick cunt on your lips, her cries, the way she keeps pushing her clit against your tongue like she’s trying to break herself apart: it’s dirty, messy, and perfect.

And you’re grinning into her cunt the whole time it happens.

“Keep going,” she pants. “Don’t you fucking dare stop. I’ll keep riding your face all night if I have to.”

With that said, her thighs clamp tighter around your head, and you’re buried under her completely, smothered by the heat and slick of her cunt as she grinds down mercilessly. Every breath you take is filled with her, musky and intoxicating, your tongue flattened as her swollen clit rubs against it, your chin and lips soaked from the mess dripping out of her. She’s losing herself above you, her movements no longer measured but frantic, needy, like she’s trying to press herself through your face and into the back of your throat.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “I can’t believe this… I’ve thought you were hot since we met, but fuck—” She leans her head back, her hands gripping the headboard so hard the wood creaks, her hips grinding harder against your mouth. “You surprised me. You completely fucking surprised me. Your cock is perfect. And your mouth—” she gasps mid-grind, her legs quivering with every desperate roll forward “—your mouth is even better!”

You groan into her, the vibration making her whole body twitch, and dig your tongue deeper against her clit, flicking and dragging it in rhythm with her movements. Her thighs squeeze tight around your head until it’s almost painful, your nose crushed against her pubic bone, but you don’t care. The heat, the taste, being used like this… Fuck, there are no words to describe this feeling. Your cock pulses helplessly against your stomach as your hands massage her hips, keeping her steady.

She laughs brokenly, the sound edging into yet another moan. “You love this, don’t you? Being under me, letting me use you. Fucking slut for my pussy.” She gasps as your tongue presses harder, her hips hitching. “God fucking damn! You’re too good at this. I can’t stop.”

Her thighs around your head tremble as she squeezes even harder, suffocating you. Vision spots with the lack of air, but she doesn’t let up. She arches her back, her entire body shaking as she keeps rolling her hips, riding your face like it’s her personal seat. “Your cock ruined me tonight—but this…” she moans loudly, her hips stuttering but never stopping. “This is driving me insane. I never want this to end. Don’t you fucking dare stop licking me.”

You can feel every jerk of her body pressing down on you, every flood of wetness she smears across your lips, every rough drag of her swollen clit against your tongue. You’re helpless underneath her, but your grip on her ass is iron as you guide the tempo of her movements, pulling her harder and faster onto your mouth. Your tongue darts, circles, presses, giving her nowhere to escape.

“You’re a monster,” she gasps, looking down at you, her hair sticking to her sweaty face, her lips swollen from all your kissing. “You were supposed to be just a collab. Just some streamer. And now…” she lets out a broken cry as your tongue drags hard across her clit “—and now you’re fucking me better than anyone ever has. Fuck. Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

Sweat drips down her stomach, moistening the drying streaks of cum still smeared across her skin. Her breasts hang heavy, bouncing gently with each motion of her hips, nipples tight and glistening from the mess of earlier. Every part of her looks ruined, used, devoured, and yet she looks like she’s thriving in it.

“I keep thinking I’ll get too sensitive, I’ll have to stop, but fuck, I don’t want to stop. I want more. I need more.” Her words falter as another shudder runs through her. “You’re making me realize how fucking slutty I really am. I can’t believe I’m facefucking you like this, suffocating you with my pussy, and I just don’t fucking care, dude.”

Her thighs tighten around your skull even more, crushing you. Your air is almost entirely cut off except for the thin gaps between her thighs and your face, every inhale heavy with the sharp tang of her wetness. You moan into her, and that makes her buck wildly. Her legs shake as she tries to keep balance, her nails dragging across the headboard and then down to your scalp, gripping your hair tight, forcing your face to grind against her clit.

“You hear me?” she cries. “You’re too good, I can’t stop! This is all your fault. If you suffocate to death down there, it's all your fucking fault!”

You slide your hands up her stomach, sliding over her sweaty, cum-streaked skin, squeezing her tits. You flick one nipple with your thumb as your tongue presses hard against her, and she yells, collapsing slightly forward. Her tits sway above your face, brushing against your chest, sticky with drying cum.

“Shit, shit!” she yelps. “Every time you lick me like that I can feel it jolting through my whole body. God, it’s like everything’s twitching. My legs… I can barely hold myself up.”

Her weight on you grows heavier as her thighs lock even tighter, trembling uncontrollably. She’s close, you can feel it in the way her clit keeps throbbing under your tongue, in the way her moans are higher pitched, in the way she keeps babbling between cries.

“I don’t care if I break—” she moans. “Use your tongue, make me break. Please. Please. I want more, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

You obey, pushing your tongue harder, faster, grinding her hips with your hands, grinding her across your face until her entire body is a quaking mess. She’s gasping for air, her lips trembling, her moans incoherent now. Her face is wild! hair everywhere, eyes half-rolled back, jaw dropped open in shock as her orgasm stalks her from the inside out.

And then she freezes for a second, glancing down at you, her face wild, almost panicked. “No one can know about this.” She whispers, even as her hips keep rutting. “Do you understand me? This stays between us. Our secret. Just you and me.”

You nod into her cunt, your tongue still grinding against her, and she gasps hard.

“Maybe…” she groans, circling her clit messily with two fingers now, “maybe we’ll do it again. Not on stream. No gummies. Just us. Just lust. Pure fucking lust. Jesus Christ, you don’t even need drugs. You’re too good, too fucking good!”

You suck hard on her clit at the exact moment she screams. Her thighs clamp down brutally, strangling you, and then abruptly she rips herself up off your face, stumbling on her knees until she’s hovering above your chest. Her fingers hammer against her clit, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm detonates.

She screams from the bottom of her lungs as a violent squirt jets out of her pussy, splashing across your chest and stomach. It’s hot, wet, soaking instantly, running down your abs and across your ribs. She doesn’t stop. She rubs frantically, rubbing harder and harder, and another gush sprays from her, soaking you more, dripping off your sides into the ruined sheets.

“Fuuuuuuck!!!” she yells, tossing her head back as her body shudders through the insanity. Her thighs quake violently, her stomach muscles clenching as more and more clear fluid splashes out of her, soaking everything. Little spurts, big floods, nonstop. Your sheets are drowning in her. Your torso is glistening with slick wetness. And she still won’t stop.

She’s out of her mind, babbling through sobbing cries as she rubs herself to pieces. “It feels too good! I can’t- I can’t- fuck, this is insane! You’re ruining me!” Another gush erupts from her, splattering across your stomach, dripping down your cock.

Finally, trembling from head to toe, she collapses next to you on the bed. Her whole body twitches in aftershocks, sweat dripping from her temples. The sheets beneath both of you are completely ruined, soaked through, pooling with her release.

She’s panting hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breasts streaked with drying cum and sweat, her stomach messy with the fresh flood she just coated you with. For a long moment, there’s no sound but the sheer exhaustion of her breathing. You lie there soaked in her slick, your abdomen dripping wet, catching your breath.

Then, a weak laugh bubbles out of her, low but real. She turns her head to look at you, her face still flushed, her cheeks damp with sweat. With shaky fingers, she reaches out to your torso, smearing her slick across your stomach, spreading her juices over your abs like body paint.

“Fuck,” she whispers with delight as she stares at the mess she’s making on you. “You look so hot like this. So fucking hot, covered in me.” Her hand trails lower, rubbing her mess across your hips, your stomach, the ridges of your muscles. “I’ve never seen anything so filthy, so perfect.”

Slowly, she leans over, her lips hovering above yours. Her eyes bore into yours, then she presses her mouth to yours, the kiss slow but messy, her tongue slipping against yours. She moans against your mouth, one hand clutching your jaw while the taste of herself lingers on both of your lips.

You break the long, messy kiss, both of you gasping for air. You look down at your body, soaked and glistening with her juices.

Hyeju pushes herself up slowly, smiling, she says: “Now it’s time to make you cum again.”

With that said, she slides off the ruined bed and onto the floor. She kneels on the carpet, her back straight, looking up at you from between your legs. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand on the floor in front of her.

She reaches out, her hand wrapping around the base of your shaft, her thumb stroking over the thick veins. “Fair is fair,” she murmurs. “You ate me until I broke. Now you can use my mouth. Go for it. Fuck my face.”

Without another word, she leans forward. Her hot, wet tongue darts out, tracing a slow, deliberate circle around the swollen head of your cock. You groan, your hips twitching forward instinctively.

“You taste good,” she says as she licks a drop of your pre-cum from the tip. “Salty.”

Then she takes you into her mouth. Her lips are soft and full, closing around you as she swallows the head of your cock. The heat is immediate, a wet, suffocating warmth that makes your knees weak. She starts to bob her head, a slow, deep rhythm, taking you as far down her throat as she can. You can feel the soft walls of her throat pulsing around you. Her hand never stops stroking the base of your shaft, ensuring every inch of you is being stimulated.

You tangle your hands in her hair, not to be rough, but just to feel it as she works her magic on you. “Fuck, Hyeju… your mouth is so fucking hot.”

A moan rumbles in her throat, the vibration traveling up your cock. The aphrodisiacs are still singing in your blood, demanding speed, demanding friction. You start to move your hips, pushing into her mouth, setting your own rhythm. You start to fuck her face.

She meets your gaze, a silent challenge, as you begin to thrust into her mouth. You pull back until just the tip is between her lips, then slam forward, your cock hitting the back of her throat. She makes a strangled gagging sound, her eyes watering, but she takes it. She takes all of it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” you grunt, fucking her mouth harder. “Take my whole cock down your pretty throat. You love it, don’t you? Being my little cocksucker.”

Her only answer is another wet moan as she swallows around you. Her hands come up to grip your thighs as she holds on, letting you use her however you want. You increase your pace, hammering into her mouth, your hips pistoning. The wet slap of your pelvis against her chin, the slick, gagging noises from her throat as you ram your cock into her, is all you can hear at the moment. Saliva is dribbling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin in a wet, glistening trail.

You pull back for a second, just to catch your breath and look at her. Her lips are red and puffy, slick with drool. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are watery. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” you pant, your hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Taking my cock, letting me fuck your face. You’re perfect.”

She leans into your touch, then surges forward, taking you back into her mouth herself, sucking hard. She starts to move her head again, fast and desperate, while you fuck her. You can feel the pressure building, the undeniable climax finally starting to crest.

“Fuck, Hyeju, I’m getting close,” you gasp, your thrusts becoming more erratic. “I’m gonna cum. Look at me. I’m gonna paint your pretty face.”

You pull your cock out of her mouth with a popping sound. A long string of saliva connects your glistening tip to her lips for a second before it breaks. She stays on her knees, looking up at you, her mouth open, waiting.

You wrap your hand around your shaft, the skin slick with her spit. You start stroking yourself, fast and hard, your eyes locked with hers. You watch her watch you. And with a final stroke, you explode. It’s not a single shot; a thick, white rope of cum erupts from your cock, splattering right across her forehead and into her hairline. The second shot hits her square on the cheek. You keep pumping your cock, and load after load sprays out, painting her face in your seed. It covers her other cheek, splatters across her nose, drips from her chin. A particularly thick glob lands on her lips, and her tongue darts out to taste it without hesitation.

You’re groaning, your whole body shuddering with the force of the release, emptying every last drop onto her. By the time you’re done, her face is an absolute disaster, a beautiful, obscene mess of white streaks against her flushed skin. Cum is dripping from her eyelashes, from her jawline, from her chin onto her own chest.

You stand there, panting, your body trembling with the most intense orgasm of your life. Hyeju doesn’t move. She just looks up at you, her face covered in your filth, and a giggle escapes her. She loves it. She fucking loves it.

She reaches up a hand, not to wipe it off, but to gently take your still-throbbing cock. She uses her thumb to wipe a final drop of cum from the head, brings it to her mouth, and licks it clean.

“Delicious,” she whispers, satisfied.

You sigh, exhausted, the frantic, chemical energy that has been driving you for hours begins to fade, the fire in your veins turning to warm embers. You look down. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, your cock is finally, blessedly, starting to soften.

Hyeju wipes a final, stray drop of your cum from her chin with the back of her hand. "Well, this wasn't exactly the night I was expecting when I came over." She glances around at the messy bedroom, then back at you. "But I can't complain. It was... surprisingly good."

You manage a weak, tired chuckle, leaning back against the edge of the bed. "Yeah, 'surprisingly good' is one way to put it." You look at her, kneeling on the floor, her face still painted with your seed, and a sudden, absurd thought crosses your mind. "So... what are we now?"

An incredulous laugh bursts out of her. "What are we? What kind of question is that? Jesus, just because we fucked for two hours straight doesn't mean we're gonna fall in love and get married. We're still friends. Coworkers. And maybe," she adds, "fuck buddies. Sometimes."

"Yeah," you say, “fuck buddies. Okay. That sounds good to me."

"Good." She pushes herself to her feet, her legs a little shaky. "Now, come on. I need to rehydrate or I'm going to turn into a fucking raisin."

You follow her out of the bedroom, your own body feeling sore and drained but pleasantly so. In the kitchen, you grab two bottles of water from the fridge, handing one to her. You both chug the first few swallows down like you've just crossed a desert. You wander back into the living room, the scene of the crime, and collapse onto the couch. Hyeju sits beside you, leaning her head back with a deep sigh.

"So," she says after a moment, "how'd the stream go? Before, you know..." She gestures vaguely towards the bedroom. "All that."

"Good question." You reach over and grab your laptop from the side table, setting it on your lap. You wake the screen up, and the first thing you see is your own streaming software. And the little camera light is on. "That's weird," you mutter. "I thought I shut this all down."

You click around, trying to get to your channel's dashboard. That’s when you see it. A big, bold, red banner splashed across the top of the page: THIS ACCOUNT HAS BEEN INDEFINITELY SUSPENDED FOR VIOLATING COMMUNITY GUIDELINES ON ADULT AND SEXUAL CONTENT.

"What the fuck?" You stare at the screen in disbelief. "Banned? Indefinitely?"

Hyeju sits up straight. "Banned? What do you mean, banned? We didn't do anything!"

"I don't know!" You click frantically, trying to find more information. You navigate to your past broadcasts, and your blood runs cold. The last stream isn't two hours long. It's almost four. You click on it, and the video starts playing. It's not you and her talking. It's you and her on this very couch. Kissing. Her hand is down your pants. You watch in horror as the scene unfolds. The mutual masturbation, the titjob. Her riding you, her perfect ass filling the frame. Hyeju, who had been taking another sip of water, literally spits it out, spraying a fine mist all over the coffee table. "Oh my god," she chokes out. "You didn't end it. You didn't end the fucking stream. How can you be so dumb that you can’t even end a stream?! IT’S LITERALLY YOUR FUCKING JOB, DUDE!”

"I thought I did!" you stammer, your mind racing, trying to make sense of the monumental fuckup. "I clicked the button! I swear I did!"

Hyeju snatches her phone from the table, her hands shaking as she opens Twitter. Her face pales. "Oh no. Oh, fuck no." She holds the phone out for you to see. Your names are the number one trending topic. Worldwide. The screen is filled with clips. Screenshots. Memes. Hyeju’s videos suddenly becoming the most upvoted in the history of the kpopfap subreddit. It’s all there. The entire world had a front-row seat.

She lets out a scream of pure rage, grabbing a decorative pillow from the couch and burying her face in it.

"What are we going to do?" you ask.

Her head pops up from the pillow. "What are we going to do? I'm going to get a fake identity, move to fucking Moldova, and raise goats. You're on your own." She flops back onto the couch, staring at the ceiling in despair. "I can't believe we got banned. Why didn't the mods cut it sooner? What the fuck were they doing?"

"They were probably too busy jacking off to do their jobs."

She actually snorts at that, a single, humorless laugh.

"Hyeju, I am so sorry. This is all my fault."

"It was an accident," she says quietly, not looking at you. "A stupid, horny, career-ending accident." She finally meets your gaze. "Is it permanent? The ban?"

"It says 'indefinitely'," you say, scrolling through the TOS violation email that just popped up. "I'll try to appeal. See if there's any way to undo... this."

Hyeju takes a deep breath, steeling herself. "Okay. Okay. Freaking out right now isn't going to help." She gestures between the two of you. "We're sticky with sweat and god knows how much cum. Let's just... let's take a shower, eat something real, and sleep. We can deal with this hell tomorrow."

"You're... you're going to sleep here?" you ask, surprised.

"Of course I'm sleeping here," she snaps. "You think I can be alone in my apartment after this? I need someone to comfort me. Or to murder in my sleep. Haven't decided yet."

You manage a weak smile and stand up, holding out a hand to her. She takes it, and you pull her to her feet. "You're not actually going to try and kill me while I'm sleeping, are you?"

She gives you a sideways glance. "Not sure yet. The thought is pretty tempting. And comforting." As you reach the bathroom door, she stops, her grip on your hand tightening. "Oh, and by the way. Half of those donations are mine. I'm going to need a very good lawyer to clean up my image. And maybe bail money,” She is silent for a moment, hesitant, before finally adding, seriously for the first time all night: “and whatever happens tomorrow… tonight was real.”

And for once, you have nothing to say. You just nod, following her into the steam and water, ready to wash off the stickiness of the night, knowing tomorrow will be chaos, but tonight, at least, you’re not facing it alone.

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