Here we have the big horny story. It is just about all smut. Enjoy
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Jihyo x Momo x M reader
Walking around New York, Momo and Jihyo had their sights set on one thing. That was finding a man who could satisfy their needs. At the moment, the pair were still wearing the clothes they had performed in: tight body suits, cropped jackets, and sweatpants. The look undoubtedly brought attention to them, considering their figures. The attention their bodies got let them look in the right places for what they were after, and after walking around in the cold for quite a while, they had found it.
They saw you walking along the street, their eyes drawn to your pants. They had noticed a large bulge as you walked toward them. Jihyo licked her lips and turned to Momo, who gave a slight nod. With things settled, as they passed you, Jihyo took your hand and dragged you along with them toward a small alley. You couldn’t believe what was happening. After an initial resistance to being grabbed, you had noticed it was the attractive Twice members doing it, and you followed along. In the alley, they sprang into action. Jihyo spun you around, pushing you into Momo.
The pair shared a smirk between themselves as they trapped you between their shapely bodies. “Don’t you want to give us something nice and warm to drink? It’s cold out here,” Momo said, pressing her bust against you. With no distance between the two of you, you saw how her bodysuit dug into her skin. The Twice members had their hands running over your body. You felt Momo reach into your pants, her gentle hands stroking your cock. “Ooh, you have something nice and big for us.” She chirps. Momo looks past you for a second. “Did you hear that, Jihyo? We have something good to play with.”
“Yeah?” Jihyo giggles. She moves her hands down your body, gripping your shaft. “Oh, you’re right!” You feel Jihyo squeezing your cock, before she runs her hand along your shaft. “Oh, he’s so big.” Jihyo’s words soon shift back to you. She stands on her tiptoes and whispers into your ear, “We’re going to have a lot of fun together. I hope you can handle us.” You gulp at the statement. The two vixens were going to have their way with you; there was little doubt about that. The pair pushed you against the alley wall, Momo nipping at your neck while they pulled your pants down. You felt the cold hit your body instantly, but that initial cold was followed by warmth. You looked down to see Jihyo squatting before you, her warm breath against your cock, and a smile on her face. “We really hit the jackpot. Maybe we should take him back to meet the others.” She said before grabbing your length and slapping it against her face. “Momo, look,” The older woman turned her head, catching what Jihyo meant. Your cock nearly ran the length of Jihyo’s head.
Momo turned back toward you, her hand cupping your cheek as she turned your head toward her. “You might ruin us with that thing. I hope you take responsibility and treat your new sex toys right.” You shudder. Jihyo’s warm lips had wrapped around the head of your cock, her tongue sweeping from side to side as she got her first taste of you. Momo glances down at her leader, “I’ll have my turn later; right now, I need you to do something for me.” Momo pulled the top of her bodysuit down, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra.
Introduced to the cold, her nipple began to harden immediately, the pinkish brown nub poking out now. “Have a taste,” The older woman ordered, pushing her tit into your mouth. She moaned audibly. Your tongue swirled around the hard nub; one of your hands found its place at the small of her back while the other went to Jihyo.
Twice’s leader smiled as she felt your hand on the back of her head. She relaxed her throat and placed her hands on your thighs. Jihyo eagerly bobbed her head, her tongue running along the underside of your cock. She pushed herself to take as much of your cock as she could, ramming it into the back of her throat. Your legs felt like they were going to give way as the pleasure built in your body. You gripped Momo’s waist tightly and bit down on her nipple. The pain made Momo moan; she was enjoying it. “You like being rough, don’t you?” She cooed. Momo pulled herself away, stretching her sensitive flesh as you held on. “Fuck, that’s good,” she groaned.
“I think it’s time I had a taste of you, though.” You release the hard nub and let Momo squat down beside Jihyo. Jihyo wraps her lips tightly around your shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks on your cock. She slowly pulls away, a loud pop as she releases your cock. You huff, trying to catch your breath as you stare at the beautiful woman. Strands of saliva remained, connecting your cock and her lips.
Jihyo brings her thumb to her lips, wiping them before scooting over to give Momo some space. They eye each other, Jihyo’s eyes drifting between Momo’s bare breasts and her eyes. Momo stared at Jihyo’s plump lips, seeing them glisten under the sun. The busty women leaned into each other, their lips meeting and tongues intertwining. The sight made your cock twitch, something that they noticed.
They inched closer to you, continuing their kiss with your cock in the middle. Your legs shook as you felt their tongues lap at the head of your cock, their warm appendages rubbing against every inch of it. You placed your hands on their heads, struggling against the overwhelming pleasure you felt. Jihyo and Momo weren’t the type to focus solely on one spot, however. They began to move along your cock, kissing and licking it. “S-shit,” you mutter. They knew exactly what they were doing to you.
“Are you going to cum already?” Jihyo asks you. You struggle to reply as Momo takes her turn, sucking on your cock, taking it into the back of her throat. Your cock twitches in the older woman’s throat. You can feel the sly smile from Momo as she stares up at you. She has a look on her face that’s daring you to cum down her throat. The kind of expression where she knows you’re about to break. Jihyo notices the look and turns to you with a big grin. “You are going to cum, aren’t you? Don’t worry, Momo and I can share.” Those words send you over the edge. You cum down Momo’s throat, filling the older woman’s mouth with your semen. Momo drinks it all down. When your climax starts coming to a close, she holds it in her mouth, letting it all gather as she slowly backs away.
Momo stops, leaving just the tip inside. She grasps your shaft with both hands, stroking it, milking any drops you may have left before finally popping you out of her mouth. She opens her mouth wide, letting both you and Jihyo take a gander at the mouthful of cum she has. Momo rises slowly, grabbing Jihyo’s shoulder and letting your cum drip into her mouth. The erotic sight is enough to make your cock twitch with excitement. Jihyo slowly rose, eventually crashing her lips into Momo’s, where the two continued to swap your cum.
When they broke apart, they stared at each other before turning to you. As much as they wanted to continue right here and now, they knew how hard it could be to fuck two women without a proper bed, especially when neither wanted to just wait on the sidelines. They rushed you over to their hotel, practically throwing you on the bed before discarding their jackets and sweatpants. Momo was about to strip off her bodysuit when Jihyo stopped her, saying it was better to keep it on. In your opinion, Jihyo was right. There was something about seeing the pair in their bodysuits that was more arousing than seeing them naked. Maybe it was the fact that Momo’s bodysuit rode up high, her puffy lips almost fully out. Jihyo’s bodysuit was just as erotic; it was basically sheer. You watched her slip her black bra out. Her mocha nipples were completely visible despite the fabric.
They crawled over to you, climbing onto the bed on either side. They each placed a single hand on your cock, stroking it until you were full mast again. You watched as they licked their lips. Silently, Jihyo gave Momo a slight nod before slowly making her way up toward your head. Momo, meanwhile, straddled you, pressing your cock against your stomach and trapping it with her wet folds. She rocked her hips back and forth, making you moan as she held herself back, waiting for Jihyo to be in position. “I hope you're good at eating,” Jihyo said, a slight giggle in her voice as she straddled your head. She remained inches above your mouth, and you watched as she slid the bottom of her bodysuit aside. She rested herself on your face, letting you drag your tongue along her slit. Jihyo cooed, enjoying how you started. She rocked back and forth gently as you lapped at her folds, but you both wanted more. You grabbed Jihyo’s thighs and held her down as you pushed your tongue inside her.
The leader of Twice arched her back and let out a roar as you took the initiative. Watching this go on, Momo decided it was time for her to join in on the fun. She aligned herself with your cock and impaled herself on it. You moaned into Jihyo's cunt, making the younger woman coo just as Momo let out her own roar. “He’s so big, Jihyo,” She told her leader. It feels like he’s rearranging my guts.
Momo placed a hand over her lower stomach. “I feel so full,” she said, with a wide smile.
“I can’t wait to have that cock myself. Ride him good,” Jihyo replied, pulling Momo into a kiss. The Asian woman's lip-locking ended quickly as Momo began to lift herself off your cock, driving herself back down once only the tip was inside. Momo’s moans filled the room quickly as she got into a quick pace. Her heavy mounds bounced inside her bodysuit as she rode you. You could feel her walls squeezing down on your cock.
“It feels so good,” Momo moaned as she rode you. “I can feel him ramming into my womb, Jihyo. Oh, fuck,” She continued. Momo was pushing every inch of your cock inside her tight cunt. Waves of pleasure were crashing over both of you. It was hard for Momo to continue at her pace, but she kept going.
It was hard for you to focus on Jihyo as the pleasure continued rolling in; all you could really do was hold Jihyo down, your tongue rubbing against her walls as you moaned. Jihyo leaned forward toward Momo, pulling her into another kiss. As their tongue tangled, Jihyo pulled Momo’s bodysuit down, letting her tits flop out, the soft flesh bouncing freely as the older woman impaled herself on your cock. Jihyo grabbed one of the heavy orbs, squeezing it roughly as she felt your tongue pull out and smack against her clit. “His tongue is pretty good, too,” Jihyo groaned. “Maybe we do introduce him to the others.”
“Do you hear that?” Momo moaned, not daring to stop as she neared her climax. You felt her walls tightening around you, clamping down on your shaft and refusing to let go. “We might have you meet everyone else, have them experience this nice fat cock.” Momo’s words began to slur, her mind wandering as pleasure overcame her. “Big, fat cock. It’s stretching me so much. I want you to cum inside me, fill this pussy up.” You didn’t need to be told twice. As Momo continued to bounce on your cock you began to thrust into her. Momo cried out with pleasure; she could feel your cock filling her to the brim. She leaned forward, placing her hands on your chest to support herself as she came. You pushed your hips upward, wanting to be completely buried in her when you came.
Momo felt your warm semen flooding her cunt, the thick spurts filling her womb as you stayed connected to you. “It’s so warm,” she mumbled.
Jihyo watched on as Momo came, the older woman’s body shaking as you dumped your load into her. Jihyo felt jealous; she wanted to experience that too. That being said, Jihyo was having a good time too. She rocked her body, her nectar dripping into your mouth as you made her cum. It wasn’t the explosive finish that Momo had, but it was satisfying nonetheless, especially considering she felt your tongue lapping at her slick folds; occasionally, a smack against her clit made her gasp.
Soon, it was time to switch, though. Momo climbed off of you, your cum dripping from her cunt onto your crotch. It was of little bother to Momo, who figured you’d come inside her again soon. “Give me a little break,” Momo said, her chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath.
“More for me then,” Jihyo chirped as she set herself up on all fours, shaking her ass back and forth to entice you to take her. You got behind Jihyo quickly, rubbing your cock against her wet entrance. You glanced at Momo; the older woman was lying on her back with your cum spilling out of her. You wished you had been able to look at her when she was riding her, but the sight of what you had done to her was good enough for now.
You return your attention to Jihyo. Twice’s leader was pushing herself back on your cock, letting the tip stretch her cunt. “Mmm, come on, big boy, fuck me up. I want you to make this pussy yours.” You drool at the thought of making Jihyo yours alone, then come thoughts of doing the same to the other members. You grab Jihyo’s waist, digging your fingers into her soft flesh and driving your cock into her. “Fuck!” Jihyo yells as you nearly split her in two. She feels your cock rubbing against her womb; her jaw goes slack, a long moan flowing from deep inside her as you begin to drag your length out of her. “That’s it, fuck me like I’m a piece of meat,” Jihyo muttered. You couldn’t see it, but you could almost make out the smile on her face, given how she said that.
You push yourself back into her warm, tight cunt. Jihyo’s soft ass presses against your crotch. You enjoy the moment, enjoy having the leader of one of Korea’s most popular girl groups ever moan wildly and beg for your cock. You take further control of her, grabbing at her body suit and tearing it at the chest. Jihyo’s tits bounce freely now that you’ve torn their restraints. You grab the heavy mounds, squeezing them tightly in your hands as you thrust into her wildly. Your bodies collide over and over again, your cock meeting her womb and reshaping her cunt. The loud smacks echo around the room, mixing with Jihyo’s powerful moans.
“Oh, god, I’m cumming,” she whined. Each thrust dug away at Jihyo, her walls quivering before squeezing down on your slick shaft. You continued to fuck the young woman, turning her mind to mush as you neared your climax as well. Jihyo could feel your cock begin to throb inside her. She knew your climax was coming. “Cum inside me,” she ordered. “Dump all that thick baby batter in me. Make me a mess,” she moaned, barely able to hold herself together. You weren’t going to follow along that easily this time.
You squeeze her soft mounds tightly, nails digging into Jihyo’s tan skin. Your thrusts become quicker, rougher. Jihyo’s body tries to lurch forward, but you're there to pull her back onto your cock every time. Jihyo’s moans continued to rise as her walls clamped down on your cock, her nectar coating your cock as you pistoned in and out of her. “Fuck! Please cum, cum in me,” she mumbled, her body giving out on her momentarily. “Please fill your fucktoy with all your cum,” she begged. You reached your limit after a few more thrusts. You impaled Jihyo on your cock, giving her what she desired. Your cum painted her walls before it filled her womb, just like you had with Momo. Jihyo’s body shook; the pleasure she got from you giving her a creampie sent her over the edge and spiraling into another orgasm. Her walls flexed around you, milking you of your semen. Her soft ass remained pressed against you, your cum dripping from her cunt as it overflowed. As your cock throbbed, dumping the last of your load inside Twice’s leader, you massaged Jihyo’s tits, moving them along in a circular motion.
“I feel so warm, so full,” Jihyo mumbled. The moment you let go of her tits, Jihyo falls forward onto her face. You drag your cock out of her, leaving her cunt gaping, a river of cum flowing out onto the bed.
Jihyo turns onto her side, sliding her hand between her legs and touching herself. “That was amazing,” she says, trying to catch her breath.
“Yeah, and look,” Momo replies, pointing toward you. Jihyo shifts her eyes and notices that you’re still hard. “Poor thing still has more to give,” Momo told her partner in crime.
“He does,” Jihyo said, thinking of what to do next. She brought her dirtied fingers to her lips, taking small licks of your salty cum before figuring out what she wanted to do next. Jihyo smiled to herself and crawled to Momo, setting herself on top of the older woman, their large busts pushing against each other as Jihyo lined up their cum-coated cunts. Jihyo looks over her shoulder at you, “Well? Pick your poison, big boy.”
You take a moment to enjoy the sight of their painted pussies pressing against each other and split the difference, sliding your cock between their body. The girls giggle as you tease them, your shaft brushing against their clits. It felt nice sliding between their bodies; your cock quickly made them slick. As much enjoyment as you got from fucking their bodies in this way, it wasn’t a replacement for their cunts. You move lower, slipping inside of Momo. The older woman groans, reveling in the feeling of your cock stretching her out again. Jihyo watches with glee, taking in every detail of Momo’s moaning face. “You love having this cock inside you,” she said to her fellow Twice member.
“I-it’s so good,” Momo stutters.
“I know it's good. It's great for little sluts like us. He just keeps going and going.” Jihyo said before planting her lips on Momo’s; her tongue invaded the older woman’s mouth. Momo accepts the kiss, her hands settling down at Jihyo’s waist.
Pleasing one woman was good, but pleasing both would be better. You make Jihyo moan in Momo’s mouth by slipping two of your fingers into her warm cavern. You spread them out, rubbing her walls and teasing her G-spot. Jihyo pushes back against your hand, pushing your fingers in deeper. While your fingers work on Jihyo, you take the time to ravage Momo. The older woman’s body was already sensitive after cumming once. This second round felt even better than the first, thanks to her newfound sensitivity. She could feel your cock hitting her womb; the sensation sent stars into her eyes as she neared her climax yet again. Just as she was about to reach it, though, you pulled out, switching to Jihyo’s cunt.
The older woman was about to complain, but you stuffed her mouth with your fingers, giving her a taste of your fluids combined with Jihyo's. Without a word, Momo sucked on them, her tongue lapping at your digits. You continued to switch between the women, robbing them of more orgasms, until you began to reach your limit. When that began, you moved Jihyo off of Momo and told them to have their heads near the bed’s edge. They followed your instructions well. You placed your cock, between them, giving each woman one side to clean. You thrust between the mouths slowly, enjoying it as they gave your cock a lashing with their slick and skilled tongues. At times, Momo and Jihyo would team up, sucking on your balls as they jerked you off.
You repaid the pleasure they gave you in kind, sliding your fingers deep into their sticky cunts while your thumb teased their clits. The women moaned, the pleasure building up inside of them as you curled your fingers, rubbing their G-spots until their walls tightened around your fingers. From then on, you slid your fingers in and out, fucking them as they finished cleaning your cock and took turns sucking on the head. You push them over the limit first, your fingers pressing against their G-spot once more as your thumbs press against their clits. Their hips shoot upwards as they cum, nectar squirting out and staining the already ruined bed.
Close to your climax, you take turns with the Twice members, sliding your cock down Jihyo’s throat a few times before doing the same to Momo. The women eagerly accepted your cock, watching with glee as it slid down the other's throat, making it bulge. When it was time for you to cum, they moved their head closer to each other. Jihyo shut her eyes and stuck out her tongue, with Momo quickly copying her.
You jerk yourself to their slick and sweaty bodies, your cock throbbing as you recall what you did to both of them. A second later, you paint their faces in a thick layer of cum, Momo getting the first few spurts, your cum landing across her closed eyes and chin mainly. As you move to Jihyo, you become a little more accurate, your cum landing in her open mouth and across the bridge of her nose. The women rolled onto their stomachs once you were done. “Can you pass me my phone?” Jihyo asked. You did as asked and brought the leader her phone. Jihyo went to the camera and stretched out her arm, giving a small peace sign along with Momo as they snapped pictures of their cum-covered faces. Satisfied with what she had taken, Jihyo sent the pictures to the Twice members’ group chat along with the message, “We found a good one, come over if you want a taste for yourself.”
Jihyo carefully dropped her phone on the ground and lay her head on the bed. Her body tingled pleasantly from all the orgasms she had experienced. Momo was much the same, her body tired, but feeling good. You stared at the women, your cock twitching as you saw them stained with your cum. Jihyo lifted her head, noticing you were still hard. She giggles. “They’ll be here soon enough. If you want to keep yourself ready, why don’t you use these?” Jihyo said, rolling onto her back and crossing her arms under her tits, pushing them up.
“Or you could use these,” Momo chirped, offering up her own tits. You couldn’t say no to that offer. You mounted Momo, using her heavy mounds to keep you hard. The soft flesh felt wonderful as you slid between them. You made the valley between them slick, and received even more pleasure as Momo raised her head, taking small licks at the tip of your cock when it poked through. Jihyo was not one to be left out, though. She got onto her knees and offered you her tits, bringing one up to your mouth. You sucked on it greedily, your tongue swirling around her nipple as your hand slid down her backside until you reached her ass. You kneaded the soft flesh as you enjoyed yourself. You hardly noticed as the door to their hotel room opened, and in came the rest of Twice, eyes wide as they saw Momo's tits being used like a fleshlight and Jihyo cradling your head as you sucked on her tit. Just as quickly as they came in, they dropped their clothes, ready to join in on the fun.
I like each position RV member prefers when they want to be bred, can you also make one for twice ?
Nayeon
Nayeon pushes you onto your back, straddling your hips with that bright, teasing grin. She prefers cowgirl when she wants to be bred. She controls the pace, grinds down on you slowly at first to feel every inch stretch her pussy.
You grip her waist as she sinks onto you, her tight heat swallowing your cock whole.
"Fill me up."
She rocks her hips in circles, breasts bouncing with each drop. Her nails rake your chest, urging you deeper. She leans forward, long hair curtaining your faces, kissing you messy while she rides harder.
"I want your cum so bad. Breed me right here."
You thrust up to meet her, hitting that spot that makes her gasp. Her pace quickens, thighs trembling as she chases her high.
"Don't pull out."
She demands, her pussy clenching around you. You feel her pulse, her body begging. One final grind and she has you spilling deep inside her cunt, flooding her. She stays seated, rocking gently to keep every drop in, smirking down at you.
"Good boy."
Jeongyeon
Jeongyeon pulls you close on the couch with her legs, until you're on top in classic missionary. She loves the weight of you pinning her, legs hooked over your shoulders for that deep angle when breeding is all she craves. You slide in slow, watching her eyes flutter shut.
"Harder."
She murmurs, hands on your back urging you on. Her walls grip tight as you thrust deep, pelvis grinding against her clit with every stroke.
"Breed me...give it all to me."
Her voice cracks with need. You pound steadily, feeling her pussy soak your cock more with each thrust. Her fingers dig into your shoulders.
"Deeper… I want to feel you cum inside."
You angle just right, hitting her cervix, and she arches, moaning low. Her cunt rhythmically tries to milk you for all you have. You burry yourself deep and shoot pulsing hot ropes into her. She holds you there, legs trembling.
"Stay… don't let a drop leak out."
Momo
Momo gets on all fours and arches her back perfectly. Doggy is her favourite for breeding because it lets you pin her down completely. Your hips flush against hers as you drive in from behind. You press over her, chest to her back, sliding your cock deep into her in one smooth thrust. She moans into the pillow, pushing back to meet you.
"Breed me like this… fill me up."
Her ass jiggles with each hard snap of your hips. You grip her waist, pounding relentlessly. The angle lets you go impossibly deep. She reaches back, spreading her cheeks wider.
"Right there...cum inside me."
Her body shakes as you grind against her spot. Her tight pussy pulls you over the edge. You groan, spilling thick and hot seed into her, flooding her cunt. She collapses forward, keeping you buried, rocking back lazily. Momo feels too full to say a word.
Sana
Sana loves spooning turned breeding. Just lying on her side, you behind her, one leg hooked over yours for easy access. She craves the closeness when she wants to be filled. You slide in from behind, arm around her waist, hand cupping her breast. She sighs happily, pushing back.
"Breed me slow… make it last."
You thrust lazy but deep, grinding circles inside her. She turns her head for messy kisses.
"I want your baby..."
Her hand guides yours between her legs, rubbing her clit as you pump steadily.
The build is torturous. Her moans are soft and cute. She makes her pussy clench around your cock, teasing you.
"Now… breed me now."
You speed up, burying yourself to the hilt inside her, and explode, pumping her full of cum, pulse after pulse.
Jihyo
Jihyo always demands you fuck her in a mating press whenever she's ovulating. Her legs folded back, pressing her tits together, knees by her ears, her pussy so close to her mouth, you could switch between both holes whenever you wanted.
Now, you pin her wrists above her head, your body weight folding her in half, thrusting deep and hard into her wet pussy.
"Take it all."
You groan, eyes locked on hers. Her body rocks with each powerful stroke, breasts bouncing.
"Fill me up. I need your cum so bad..."
She clenches tight, urging you on. You grind against her cervix, making her cry out.
Jihyo orgasms first. Her walls spasm around your cock, pulling your own release out of you. You flood her pussy with your cum, groaning as she milks every drop. Your cock paints her inner walls white, until she's almost overflowing. But with her hips raised like this, gravity helps you with keeping her full. Even after you pull out, she keeps her legs up, smirking at you.
"Not wasting any."
Mina
Mina prefers something slow, just like Sana. You sit cross-legged, her in your lap facing you, legs wrapped around your waist. It's intimate, eye-contact heavy when she wants to be bred softly but deeply.
She sinks down slowly, arms around your neck.
"Breed me… please."
You rock together, grinding deep, her forehead against yours. Her breaths hitch with each roll. Your entire cock is inside her snug pussy, barely moving. Just enough for both of you to feel a new level of pleasure.
"Inside… all of it."
You thrust up gently, hands on her ass guiding her.
She trembles in your lap, clenching to draw out your cum as she feels your cock pulsating inside her. You spill thick ropes of cum into her tight pussy, filling her completely, until tiny streaks of your semen start to leak out around your cock.
She stays seated, kissing you tenderly.
"It feels so warm…"
Dahyun
Dahyun moans as she continues to ride you in reverse. Her back is facing you. Her ass bounces as she rides your cock. She loves the control she has over you and the feeling of you enjoying the view.
She grinds eagerly, hands on your thighs.
"Cum in me...breed me good."
You grip her hips, thrusting up hard. Her moans turn needy, but the sound of her ass hitting your lap drowns them out.
"Deeper… fill me up."
She grinds down, circling her hips to feel you throb. Your hands wander to her ass, squeezing her cheeks. Dahyun's walls pulse around your shaft, and you can't hold it in a second longer. You let yourself spill your cum into her pussy. She doesn't stop moving, coaxing every single drop out of your body, until someone knocks on the door of her bedroom.
"Be there in a minute."
She calls out, before turning her head to look over her shoulder at you.
"What are you gonna do these next couple of hours, knowing your cum is filling my pussy while I'm at dinner with the girls?"
Chaeyoung
Chaeyoung loves to get carried around while you fuck her. Probably because of your size difference. She's so small in your arms, you can just pin her against a wall and breed her pussy. Her legs are locked around your waist, you holding her up for raw, urgent breeding. You thrust up hard into her, her back against the cool surface of the wall of Twice's dance practice room.
"Breed me rough."
She pants, nails in your shoulders. You are able to let go with one hand and move it up her body. Chaeyeong's eyes are wide open. The fact that you can carry her with one arm has her pussy dripping wet. Your free hand now slowly wraps itself around her throat. Each slam of your cock into her pussy makes her gasp.
"Cum inside your little fleshlight."
She whimpers, her entire body begging you to use her as a cum dump. You pound into her relentlessly, her body bouncing.
You unload deep insider her small body, groaning into her ear. She clings around you, her legs locked as she's helplessly pinned between you and the wall, unable to do much but take your load.
"Don't drop me."
She sighs and you're unsure if she's afraid you'll let her fall, or if she just wants to keep your cum locked inside her.
Tzuyu
Tzuyu loves how big your cock feels when she is lying on her back, both her legs over one of your shoulders. Her pussy squeezes you just a little tighter like that. And it enables you to use only one hand to hold her legs together, while the other reaches down to admire her smooth thighs, or play with her tits.
Right now, you even take it a step further by making her cross her legs in the air as you slide in slow. She bites her lip, eyes softly looking up at you with pure love.
"Breed me… please."
You thrust deeper, as a steady rhythm starts to build. Her hands clutch your arm.
"I'm already so full. I need it. Please..."
You angle for her g-spot, making her arch odff the mattress.
Tzuyu orgasms silently, trembling, milking your cock. Unable to hold back, you spill your cum deep inside her pussy. You stay buried there, both of you holding eye contact as Tzuyu feels your cum filling her womb.
Jaebin carried the last cardboard box up the narrow stairs and pushed open the door to room 403 with his shoulder.
The apartment smelled fresh, small, one room plus a tiny kitchen and bathroom, but it was his.
No parents nagging about dishes, no little sister stealing his snacks. Just him, a single bed, a cheap desk, and one window that looked out at the train tracks.
He dropped the box with a thud and wiped sweat from his forehead. “Finally,” he muttered.
The moving company guys had already left. Jaebin stood in the middle of the empty space, breathing hard. His phone buzzed in his pocket.
Mom: Did you arrive safely? Eat something. Don’t skip dinner just because you’re excited.
He typed back fast: Yeah, I’m good. Unpacking now. Love you.
He turned the phone face down on the desk and started opening boxes. Clothes first, then the rice cooker his mom forced him to take, then books and his old gaming laptop.
He was halfway through sorting socks when someone knocked on the door. Three quick taps.
Jaebin froze. He wasn’t expecting anyone.
He walked over and opened the door a crack.
Standing there was a girl. Long dark hair tied in a loose, white t-shirt stretched tight across her chest, denim shorts, and a friendly but slightly tired smile. She held a small paper bag in one hand and a plastic bottle of barley tea in the other.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m Jihyo. From 402, right next door.”
Jaebin blinked. “Oh. Uh… hi. I’m Jaebin. Just moved in today.”
“I know.” She laughed a little. “I heard every time you dropped something.”
Jaebin’s face went red. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be loud.”
“No, no, it’s fine. I was actually waiting for you to finish so I could say welcome.” She lifted the paper bag. “I brought red bean buns. Fresh from the bakery downstairs. And this tea. Moving is hot work.”
Jaebin stared at the bag, “You didn’t have to…”
“I wanted to. New neighbors are rare here.” She tilted her head. “Can I come in for a second? Or is it too messy?”
He stepped back fast. “It’s messy, but… yeah, come in.”
Jihyo walked inside and looked around. “Wow. You work fast. Most guys would just leave boxes everywhere for a week.”
“I hate living out of boxes,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Feels like I’m still homeless.”
She nodded like she understood. “Smart. I like that.” She set the bag and tea on the tiny kitchen counter. “So, college? Work? Or…?”
“Just graduated high school. Taking a gap year. Maybe find a part-time job soon. I didn’t want to stay home doing nothing.”
Jihyo leaned against the counter. Her shirt pulled tighter when she crossed her arms. Jaebin tried very hard to keep his eyes on her face.
“Gap year is brave,” she said. “Most people just rush into university because they’re scared to stop. What do you want to do?”
“I… don’t know yet.” He laughed awkwardly. “Maybe game design? Or just anything that pays enough so I don’t go back home in shame.”
Jihyo smiled wider. “Honest. I like that too.”
She opened the paper bag and pulled out two red bean buns wrapped in wax paper. “Here. Eat one while it’s still warm.”
Jaebin took it, “Thanks,” he said quietly.
They stood there eating in silence for a moment. The bun was soft, sweet, still warm. Jaebin realized he hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
Jihyo finished hers first and wiped her hands on her shorts. “Okay, I should let you unpack. But… quick question.”
“Yeah?”
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen. Just turned in May.”
She nodded slowly. “Nineteen. Cute.”
Jaebin almost choked on the last bite. “C-cute?”
Jihyo laughed, covering her mouth. “Sorry, sorry. You just look… fresh? Like you haven’t been ruined by the world yet.” She waved her hand. “Don’t mind me. I’m twenty-nine. Been working full-time for three years. I forget how young nineteen sounds.”
She turned toward the door, then stopped. “Oh, one more thing.”
Jaebin looked up.
“This building,” she said, lowering her voice a little, “has kind of a… reputation. Not bad reputation. Just… lively. A lot of girls live here. Nine of us, actually, including me. All on the fourth floor.”
“Nine?” Jaebin’s brain short-circuited for a second.
“Yeah. We call it Paizuri Apartment. Not officially, of course. Just between us.”
Jaebin stared. “Paizuri…?”
She grinned like she was sharing a secret. “Don’t google it. You’ll only find weird stuff, you know what I mean.”
He swallowed. “I… uh… yeah. I know.”
“We’re not scary, I promise. Just… friendly. Very friendly. If you ever need sugar, or help with the washing machine, or just someone to talk to at 2 a.m. because you can’t sleep, knock on any door on this floor. We don’t bite. Maybe.”
Jaebin’s heart was hammering so loud, “Okay,” he managed.
Jihyo reached out and patted his shoulder once. Her hand was warm. “Welcome to the fourth floor, Jaebin. See you around.”
She opened the door and stepped out.
“Wait,” he said suddenly.
She turned back, one eyebrow raised.
“Um… thank you. For the buns. And the tea. And… coming to say hi.”
Jihyo’s smile softened. “Anytime.”
The door clicked shut.
Jaebin stood there for a full minute, staring at the closed door. His face felt hot. His chest felt tight. He looked down at the half-eaten bun still in his hand, then at the empty space where Jihyo had been standing.
“Nine girls,” he whispered to himself. “All on this floor.”
He walked to the window and looked out at the train passing by. The sun was already going down. Orange light came through the glass and painted the floor.
He laughed once, short and nervous.
“What the hell did I just move into?”
Jaebin finished unpacking the last box around 8 PM.
His stomach growled loud. The red bean bun from Jihyo was nice, but it wasn’t dinner.
He checked his wallet—enough for a triangle kimbap and maybe a canned coffee.
He grabbed his keys, slipped on sneakers, and headed out.
The hallway light flickered once when he passed. Thin carpet, pale yellow walls, the faint smell of someone’s instant ramen drifting under a door. He walked toward the elevator.
As he pressed the down button, the door 405 opened.
A girl stepped out. Short black hair with blue tips, oversized hoodie that still couldn’t hide how full her chest was, black leggings, white sneakers. She had earbuds in one ear and was scrolling on her phone with her thumb. She looked up, saw Jaebin, and pulled the earbud out.
“Oh. New guy,” she said. Voice a little rough, like she hadn’t talked in a while.
Jaebin nodded. “Yeah. Jaebin. 403.”
“Yel.” She gave a small wave. “405. You going down?”
“Yeah. Convenience store. Hungry.”
“Same.” She slipped the phone into her hoodie pocket. “Mind if I walk with you? I was just gonna grab air anyway. Been staring at my screen for six hours straight.”
“Sure,” Jaebin said. He tried not to stare at how the hoodie zipper strained a little when she moved.
The elevator dinged. They stepped in. It was small—barely enough room for two people without touching. Yel leaned against the wall opposite him, arms crossed under her chest. Jaebin looked at the floor numbers.
“So,” she said after the doors closed. “You just graduated?”
“Yeah. High school. Moved here today.”
“Big step. Most guys your age would still be at home playing games and eating mom’s food.”
Jaebin laughed once. “That was the plan until I decided I didn’t want to be that guy.”
Yel nodded. “Respect. I moved out at nineteen too. Freelance illustrator now. Pays okay if I don’t sleep.”
“You draw for a living?”
“Mostly webtoons, some album covers, random commissions. Deadlines are evil, though.” She rubbed her eyes. “That’s why I need air. My room smells like coffee and regret.”
The elevator hit ground floor. Doors opened. Cool night air rushed in from the lobby. They walked out together.
The convenience store was only a five-minute walk—bright lights, glass doors, the usual 7-Eleven sign glowing yellow and green. A few cars passed slowly.
Yel pulled her hood up against the breeze. “So what’s your plan? Job? School? Or just… existing?”
“Gap year. Probably get a part-time somewhere soon. Cafe maybe. Or delivery. Something easy.”
“Easy is good at first,” she said. “Don’t burn out. I learned that the hard way. Worked sixteen-hour days for three months straight last year. Almost ended up in the hospital.”
“Damn.”
“Slower pace these days. More coffee, less panic.” She glanced at him sideways. “You look like the type who overthinks everything.”
Jaebin raised an eyebrow. “That obvious?”
“Very. Your shoulders are up to your ears right now.”
He forced them down. “Habit.”
They reached the store. Automatic doors whooshed open.
Yel grabbed a basket. “I’m getting ramyeon and a choco pie. You?”
“Triangle kimbap. Maybe hot bar chicken.”
They split up for a minute. Jaebin picked tuna mayo kimbap and two pieces of fried chicken on a stick. Yel came back with spicy ramyeon cup, a banana milk, and two choco pies.
At the counter, the part-time guy—older, bored—scanned everything without looking up.
Yel paid first. She pulled out her card, then paused. “Hey, new guy. Want me to add your stuff? My treat. Welcome tax.”
Jaebin shook his head fast. “No, no, I can—”
“Too late.” She tapped her card again before he could argue. “Done.”
The cashier handed her the receipt. Yel grabbed both bags and nodded toward the door. “Come on. Let’s eat outside. My room’s too hot and my brain needs to shut off.”
They walked to the small bench in front of the store. Plastic table, two chairs, cigarette butts on the ground. Not fancy, but it had a streetlamp shining right on it.
Yel sat first, crossed her legs. Jaebin sat across from her and opened his kimbap.
She tore the lid off her ramyeon cup, poured hot water from the dispenser inside the store, and put the lid back on. “Three minutes,” she said. “Perfect timer.”
Jaebin bit into the kimbap. Rice, tuna, mayo, seaweed. Simple, good.
Yel watched him eat for a second. “You’re quiet.”
“Still processing the day,” he admitted. “Moved in, met Jihyo next door, now you. Feels fast.”
Yel smirked. “Jihyo-unnie already got to you, huh?”
“She brought red bean buns.”
“Of course she did. She’s the welcome committee. Sweet like that.” Yel stirred her ramyeon with chopsticks. Steam rose up. “She tell you about the floor yet?”
“Yeah. Nine girls. Paizuri Apartment.”
Yel laughed—short, real. “God, that name. We were drunk when we came up with it. Now it stuck.”
She looked at him straight. “You freaked out yet?”
“A little,” he said honestly. “Not bad freaked out. Just… didn’t expect it.”
She took a sip of banana milk. “We’re not a cult or anything. Just… ended up here one by one. Good rent, close to stations, and we all get along. Mostly.”
“Mostly?”
“Drama happens. Small floor, thin walls. But nothing crazy.” She paused. “You’ll meet the rest soon enough. They’re curious about you already.”
Jaebin swallowed. “They know I moved in?”
“Jihyo-unnie texted the group chat five minutes after she left your room. ‘New neighbor. Boy. Nineteen. Cute. Be nice.’”
Yel opened one choco pie and broke it in half. She held out a piece. “Here. Sugar helps with shock.”
He took it. They ate in quiet for a bit. Cars passed. A train rumbled in the distance.
Yel finished her ramyeon, crushed the cup, and leaned back. “Okay. Real talk. You single?”
Jaebin almost dropped his chicken stick. “Uh… yeah. Why?”
“Just checking. Some guys move here thinking it’s paradise, then get weird when girls actually talk to them. I like to know upfront.”
“I’m not… weird,” he said. “I think.”
“Good.” She stood up, stretched. Her hoodie rode up a little, showing a strip of stomach. Jaebin looked away fast.
“I should head back. Got a deadline at midnight.”
“Yeah. Thanks for the food. And… walking together.”
Yel shrugged. “Anytime. If you hear screaming from 405 at 3 a.m., it’s just me arguing with my tablet. Don’t call the cops.”
He grins.
She started walking back toward the apartment. Jaebin grabbed the trash and followed a step behind.
At the elevator, she pressed 4. Doors closed.
“Hey,” she said suddenly.
“Yeah?”
“If you can’t sleep tonight… knock on my door. I’m usually up late. We can share coffee or just sit in silence. No pressure.”
Jaebin nodded slowly. “Okay.”
The elevator dinged. Fourth floor.
Yel stepped out first. “Night, Jaebin.”
“Night, Yel.”
She walked to 405, gave a small salute without turning around, and disappeared inside.
Jaebin stood in the hallway alone for a second. His heart was beating fast again.
He opened his own door, stepped in, locked it.
11:17 PM.
Jaebin was lying on his bed in just boxers and a loose t-shirt, scrolling through his phone with the lights off except for the screen glow. He was tired from unpacking but wired. Too much newness in one day.
His eyes were starting to close when three soft knocks came at the door.
Not loud. Not angry. Just… there.
Jaebin sat up fast. Heart jumped.
“Who…?” he called quietly.
A woman’s voice answered from the other side. Low, smooth, a little husky from the day.
“It’s Eunbi. From 408. Sorry it’s late.”
He scrambled off the bed, pulled on his shorts, checked his hair in the dark mirror by reflex. Then he opened the door a crack.
Eunbi stood in the hallway light.
Long black hair still perfect even after a full day, slight wave at the ends.
Black blazer open over a white blouse that hugged every curve—especially the heavy swell of her breasts pushing against the buttons like they were fighting to get free. Pencil skirt tight on her hips, black stockings, low heels.
She carried a plastic bag from the chicken place two blocks away. Smelled like fried skin and garlic soy.
She smiled. Small, tired, but warm. And something else underneath. Something hungry.
“Hey, new kid,” she said. “Heard you moved in. Thought you might be hungry.”
Jaebin blinked. “Uh… hi. Yeah. I mean—thanks. You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.” She lifted the bag a little. Steam still coming off it. “Half yangnyeom, half garlic. Extra spicy because I like it that way. Figured you might too.”
He stepped back. “Come in. It’s… not much, but.”
Eunbi walked past him. Her perfume hit him—something expensive, warm, like vanilla and smoke. She looked around the room, eyes scanning the bare walls, the single bed, the unpacked lamp still in its box.
“Fresh start,” she said, almost to herself. “I remember that feeling.”
She set the bag on the tiny kitchen counter, turned, and leaned back against it. The movement made her blazer fall open more. Jaebin’s eyes flicked down for half a second—couldn’t help it—then snapped back to her face.
She noticed. Didn’t say anything. Just smiled a little wider.
“You’re Jaebin, right? Nineteen?”
“Yeah.”
“Eunbi. Thirty.” She said the number like it was nothing. Thirty years old, but she didn’t look it the way most thirty-year-olds did. “I work at a marketing agency downtown. Long hours. Late nights. Tonight was one of those.”
“You just got home?”
“Fifteen minutes ago. Saw your light under the door. Figured I’d say hi before I crash.”
She reached into the bag, pulled out the chicken box, opened it. The smell filled the room instantly. “Eat with me? I hate eating alone after a day like today.”
Jaebin nodded. “Sure. Let me grab plates.”
“No need.” She pulled out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the bag. “We can share straight from the box. Less dishes.”
They sat on the floor because the bed felt too weird and there was only one chair. Back against the bed frame, legs stretched out. The chicken was hot, crispy, sauce sticky on fingers. Jaebin took a piece—yangnyeom first. Burned his tongue a little because of the spicy.
Eunbi ate slower. Watched him more than she ate.
“You’re quiet,” she said after a minute.
“I'm eating! But yeah... still taking everything in.”
She laughed softly. “This place does that. Hits you all at once.” She licked a bit of sauce off her thumb.
“You met Jihyo already?”
“Yeah. This afternoon.”
“And Yel?”
“Tonight. Walked to the store.”
Eunbi nodded. “They’re sweet. Young energy. Me… I’m the old one.” She said it with a small shrug, but her eyes said the opposite. “Been here four years. Seen boys come and go.”
“Boys?”
“Neighbors. Roommates. Boyfriends of other girls. Some stay. Most don’t.” She took another piece of chicken, bit into it, chewed slowly. “You planning to stay?”
“I… yeah. Signed for a year.”
“Good.” She looked at him straight. “We like boys who stay.”
Jaebin swallowed hard. The chicken suddenly tasted like nothing.
Eunbi wiped her hands on a napkin, then leaned back on her palms. The blouse pulled tight across her chest. Buttons looked ready to pop. She didn’t fix it.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” she said quietly.
“I’m not—”
“You are.” She tilted her head. “It’s okay. I like it.”
Silence stretched. Not uncomfortable. Heavy.
She spoke again. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Jaebin. I came here with chicken, but that’s not the only reason.”
His heart slammed against his ribs.
She kept going, voice low. “I had a shitty day. Boss blown up, clients changing their minds every hour, heels killing my feet. I get home, shower, change… and all I can think about is how long it’s been since someone touched me like they meant it.”
Jaebin couldn’t breathe right.
Eunbi looked at him. No shame. Just want.
“I’m not asking for forever,” she said. “Just tonight. If you want.”
He stared at her. The way her lips were parted a little. The way her chest rose and fell faster now. The way she didn’t look away.
“I…” His voice cracked. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” She reached over, slow, and brushed her fingers along his arm. Light. Testing. “Just nod if you want me to stay. Or tell me to go. No hard feelings.”
Jaebin’s mouth was dry.
He looked at her hand on his arm. Then up at her face. Then down again—at the way her skirt had ridden up just enough to show more thigh.
He nodded once. Small. But clear.
Eunbi’s smile changed. Softer, but sharper too.
“Good boy,” she whispered.
She moved closer. Knees touching now. She leaned in, slow enough he could stop her if he wanted.
He didn’t.
Her lips brushed his. Soft at first. Then deeper. She tasted like garlic soy and heat. Her hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers in his hair. Pulling him closer.
Jaebin’s hands found her waist. Hesitant. Then firmer.
She made a small sound against his mouth. Almost a moan.
When she pulled back, her eyes were dark.
“Bed?” she asked. Voice rough.
“Yeah.”
She stood first. Offered her hand. He took it.
She led him the three steps to the mattress. Pushed him down gently. Then climbed on top, straddling his hips.
Her blazer hit the floor. Blouse buttons came undone one by one. Slow. Teasing.
Jaebin watched, heart racing, hands shaking a little on her thighs.
Eunbi leaned down, lips near his ear.
“Relax,” she murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Her breasts pressed against his chest through the thin fabric left. Heavy. Warm. She rocked her hips once—slow grind.
Jaebin groaned low in his throat.
She smiled against his neck. “That’s it.”
Eunbi’s blouse was gone now, tossed somewhere near the foot of the bed. Her black lace bra looked expensive—thin straps digging into soft shoulders, cups barely containing her.
She reached behind her back with one smooth motion. The clasp popped open. Fabric fell away.
Jaebin’s breath caught hard.
Her breasts were heavy, full, pale skin. Nipples dark and already tight. She didn’t cover up. Just let him look.
“Like what you see?” she asked, voice low and teasing.
He could only nod. Words were gone.
Eunbi smiled—slow, knowing. She slid down his body until she was kneeling between his legs. Her hands found the waistband of his shorts and boxers together. She tugged them down in one pull. His cock sprang free, already hard, tip shiny.
She wrapped her fingers around him once, loose, testing. Jaebin hissed through his teeth.
“Sensitive,” she murmured. “Good.”
She leaned forward. Pressed her breasts together with both arms. The soft weight enveloped him completely—warm, smooth, tight in the best way. She looked up at him through her lashes.
“First time someone’s done this for you?”
Jaebin swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Thought so.” She started moving—slow slide up, slow slide down.
The friction was perfect, slick from a little spit she let drip between her cleavage first. “Just relax. Let me take care of it.”
He tried. He really tried.
Her movements were steady at first. Controlled. Every time the head of his cock disappeared between her tits, she squeezed a little harder. Then released on the way up. Jaebin’s hands fisted the sheets. His hips twitched without permission.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Eunbi laughed softly. The sound vibrated through her chest, right into him.
“You’re doing good,” she said. “Hold on a little longer if you can.”
But he couldn’t.
The sight of her—hair falling over one shoulder, lips parted, eyes locked on his face while her breasts worked him—was too much. The heat, the softness, the way she looked like she was enjoying it just as much as he was. It built too fast.
“Eunbi—I’m—” His voice cracked. “Gonna—”
“Go ahead,” she whispered. “Right here. Let it happen.”
She sped up just a fraction. Pressed tighter. One hand came up to cup the underside of her own breast, pushing them together even more.
Jaebin’s back arched off the mattress. A low groan ripped out of him.
He came hard—thick ropes spilling across the tops of her breasts, dripping down into the valley between them. Pulse after pulse. His whole body shook with it.
Eunbi didn’t stop moving until he was empty. Then she slowed, milking the last few drops with gentle squeezes. When he finally went soft against her skin, she let go.
Eunbi sat back on her heels. Looked down at the mess he’d made on her chest. She dragged one finger through it—slow—then brought it to her lips and licked it clean. Like it was nothing.
Jaebin stared. Brain still rebooting.
She noticed his expression and laughed—real, warm, a little wicked.
“Surprised?” she asked.
“Yeah. I lasted like… thirty seconds.”
“Fifteen,” she corrected gently. “But who’s counting?”
He covered his face with both hands. “God. That’s embarrassing.”
“No.” Eunbi leaned over him, breasts still glistening, brushing his stomach as she got close. “It’s honest. I like honest.” She kissed his forehead once. Soft. “You were wound up all day. New place, new girls, new everything. Of course you popped fast.”
Jaebin peeked through his fingers. “You’re not… mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” She sat beside him now, one leg tucked under her. “I came here to feel good. You just gave me exactly that. Watching you lose it like that? Hot as hell.”
She reached over, wiped a bit more of his cum off her skin with her finger, then wiped it on the inside of her discarded blouse like it was a napkin. “But tonight’s just this. Titfuck only. No more.”
Jaebin blinked. “Wait… what?”
She shrugged one shoulder. “I’m not ready to go all the way yet. Not on night one. I wanted to tease you. Feel you throb between my tits. See your face when you couldn’t hold back. That’s enough for me tonight. Makes me feel powerful. Knowing I can make you come that fast just from my chest. Knowing you’ll be thinking about it every time you see me in the hallway.”
Jaebin groaned again—this time half-embarrassed, half-turned on all over.
Eunbi stood up. Picked up her bra, slipped it back on without cleaning herself first. The lace stuck a little to the wet skin. She didn’t care. Buttoned two buttons on her blouse—enough to cover, but anyone looking close would know.
She walked to the tiny bathroom, wet a tissue, wiped her chest properly this time. Then came back, sat on the edge of the bed.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. Just… processing.”
“Good.” She touched his cheek once. Thumb stroking lightly. “Get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow. Nine girls on this floor, remember? They’re gonna start circling.”
Jaebin laughed weakly. “I’m already dead.”
She walked to the door.
“Eunbi?”
She paused, hand on the knob.
“Thanks,” he said. “For… everything.”
She looked back. Smiled “Anytime, honey.”
The door clicked shut behind her.
Jaebin lay there in the quiet.
He stared at the ceiling. Fifteen seconds.
Tomorrow was going to be insane.
But tonight?
Tonight, he’d survived Eunbi.
Barely.
Jaebin’s alarm went off at 6:30 AM
He slapped it quiet before it could wake the whole floor. His body felt heavy. Last night replayed in flashes— he groaned into the pillow.
“Get up,” he told himself out loud. “You promised.”
Back home, he’d told his mom he was moving out to be independent.
Part of that promise was no more lazy mornings. He’d start jogging every day. Build habits. Not turn into the guy who gains twenty kilos living alone on instant noodles.
He rolled out of bed. Brushed teeth. Pulled on gray sweatpants, a black hoodie, old running shoes. Looked in the mirror—hair messy, eyes a little red, but alive.
“Okay. You got this.”
He grabbed his phone, earbuds, keys. Opened the door quietly.
And almost walked straight into Eunbi.
She was right there in the hallway, locking 408. Black pencil skirt again, white blouse tucked in tight, blazer over one arm, heels clicking softly as she turned. Hair pulled back in a neat low bun. Makeup perfect. Coffee thermos in one hand.
She froze when she saw him. Then her lips curved—slow, private smile.
“Morning, Jaebin.”
His face went hot in half a second. “M-morning.”
She stepped closer. Close enough he could smell her perfume again—same one from last night. Vanilla and smoke. It hit him like a memory punch.
“You’re up early,” she said. Voice low so it wouldn’t carry.
“Jogging. Promised myself I’d… start working out. Live alone and all.”
Eunbi’s eyes flicked down his body—hoodie, sweatpants, sneakers—then back up. “Good boy. Discipline looks good on you.”
Jaebin swallowed. “You… going to work?”
“Early meeting. Boss wants reports before the rest of the office wakes up.” She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. The movement made her blouse pull tight across her chest.
“Sleep okay?” she asked, innocent tone.
“Yeah. Mostly.”
“Mostly?” She stepped even closer. Her free hand brushed his sleeve—just a graze. “Dream about anything fun?”
He couldn’t look at her eyes. Stared at her collarbone instead. “Maybe.”
Eunbi laughed under her breath. Soft. “Thought so.” She leaned in, lips near his ear. “Next time… maybe I won’t stop at just my tits.”
Jaebin’s knees almost buckled.
She pulled back like nothing happened. “Have a good run. Don’t trip thinking about me.”
She walked past him toward the elevator. He stood there frozen until the doors dinged shut.
“Fuck,” he whispered to the empty hallway.
He shook his head hard, jogged down the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. Needed the extra burn.
Outside, the air was cool in the city, not freezing. Streets still quiet. A few delivery bikes zooming by.
Jaebin started slow—jog down the block, past the convenience store where he’d gone with Yel last night, past the small park with the broken benches.
He was on his second lap around the park when he heard footsteps behind him. Steady. Matching his pace.
He glanced over.
Yel.
Hair tied up in a high ponytail today. Black sports bra that left nothing to imagination—her chest bouncing with each step—gray tank top loose over it, black running shorts, sneakers. Earbuds in, but she pulled one out when she caught up.
“New guy,” she said, breathing even. “Didn’t expect company.”
Jaebin slowed a little so they could talk. “You jog too?”
“Every morning I don’t pull an all-nighter. Clears my head. You?”
“First day trying. Promised myself no slacking.”
Yel nodded. “Respect. Most guys say that then quit after three days.”
“I’m not most guys,” he said.
She smirked. “We’ll see.”
They kept pace together. Not racing—just steady. The park loop was maybe 800 meters. Trees bare, leaves crunching underfoot. Sun coming up stronger now, turning everything gold.
After the first full loop, Yel spoke again. “You look… distracted.”
Jaebin almost tripped. “What?”
“Your form’s off. Shoulders tight. Like you’re carrying something heavy.”
He laughed awkwardly. “Just… new place. New everything.”
“Uh-huh.” She side-eyed him. “Or maybe you ran into Eunbi in the hallway?”
His foot caught a crack in the pavement. He stumbled, caught himself.
Yel laughed—short, real. “Knew it. She’s got that effect.”
“She just… said hi. Going to work.”
“Sure she did.” Yel sped up a tiny bit. Jaebin matched her. “She knock on your door last night?”
Jaebin’s face burned again. “Yeah.”
Yel didn’t push. Just kept running. “She’s intense. But good intense. Don’t overthink it.”
“I’m trying.”
They did another lap in silence. Breathing harder now. Sweat starting on his forehead. Yel’s tank top stuck a little to her skin. Her sports bra did nothing to hide how full she was—bouncing with every step. Jaebin forced his eyes forward.
After the third loop, Yel slowed to a walk. Hands on hips. Breathing deep.
“Cool down?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
They walked the last stretch side by side. Park emptying out a little.
Yel wiped sweat from her neck with the hem of her tank. Flash of stomach. Jaebin looked away fast.
“So,” she said. “How was night one? Survive?”
“Barely.”
She grinned. “Eunbi?”
He nodded once.
“Figured. She’s been… restless lately. Work stress. She picks someone to blow off steam with. You’re fresh meat.”
Jaebin rubbed the back of his neck. “She didn’t… we didn’t go all the way. Just…”
Yel raised an eyebrow. “Just?”
He hesitated. Then muttered, “Titjob.”
Yel stopped walking. Looked at him. Then burst out laughing—loud enough a pigeon flew away.
“Oh my god,” she said, still laughing. “Fifteen seconds?”
Jaebin groaned. “She told you?”
“No. But I know her. And I know that look on your face.” She punched his arm lightly. “Don’t be embarrassed. She’s good at that. Really good. Most guys don’t last longer the first time.”
“Still embarrassing.”
“Honest is hot.” She started walking again. “She’ll probably tease you for weeks now. But in a good way.”
They reached the apartment entrance. Both breathing hard, shirts damp.
Yel stopped at the door. “Hey. Same time tomorrow?”
Jaebin nodded. “Yeah. If I don’t die first.”
“You won’t.” She pulled her ponytail tighter. “And if you need to talk about… whatever happens next on this floor… my door’s open. Late nights, remember?”
“Thanks, Yel.”
She gave a small salute. “See you, runner boy.”
She disappeared inside first.
Jaebin stood there a second, maybe minutes. Minding his mind to keep it together, facing whatever things would happen this day.
He finally pushed through the lobby door, wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his hoodie and headed straight for the elevator. Pressed the up button. Doors opened almost right away—empty. Lucky.
He stepped in, leaned against the back wall, and hit 4. The doors started closing slow.
Halfway shut, a hand shot out to stop them.
The doors bounced back open.
And Jaebin turned just in time to walk face-first into soft, warm pressure.
His nose and cheek smooshed right into the biggest, softest pair of breasts he’d ever felt in his life.
He froze. Completely. Couldn’t even pull back right away because the elevator was still small and she was filling most of the doorway.
“Oh my god—sorry! Are you hurt?”
The voice was soft. Gentle. Almost baby-like, but deeper, like someone who spoke quietly on purpose.
Jaebin stumbled back one step, face flaming. “N-no! I’m fine! I’m the one who—sorry!”
He finally looked up.
Chaeyeon.
Twenty-three, but her face looked younger—round cheeks, big doe eyes, small nose, lips naturally pink and full. Cute in that innocent way that made you want to protect her. Except her body was anything but innocent.
Tall—maybe 170 cm—wide shoulders, thick thighs in black leggings, oversized white t-shirt that did zero to hide how massive her chest was. Bigger than Yel’s. Bigger than Jihyo’s. Bigger even than Eunbi’s.
She had one hand still holding the door open, the other clutching a tote bag full of what looked like groceries—bananas, a carton of milk, a bag of rice cakes.
“I didn’t see you turning,” she said, voice still soft, worried. “Are you okay? Your face hit pretty hard.”
Jaebin rubbed his nose. It didn’t hurt. Just… stunned. “Yeah, I’m good. Really. My fault. I was spacing out.”
Chaeyeon stepped fully inside now. The elevator doors finally closed behind her. She pressed 4 too, even though it was already lit.
She looked down at him, “You’re the new guy, right? Jaebin?”
“Yeah. Moved in yesterday.”
She smiled—small, shy, but real. Dimples appeared. “I’m Chaeyeon. 406. I heard about you from Jihyo last night. She said you’re nice.”
Jaebin laughed once, nervous. “She said that?”
“Mhm. And that you blush easy.” Chaeyeon tilted her head. “She wasn’t wrong.”
His ears burned hotter. “I… yeah. Guilty.”
The elevator hummed upward. Slow. Too slow.
Chaeyeon shifted her tote to the other arm. The movement made her chest jiggle—once, heavy, impossible to ignore. Jaebin’s eyes flicked down for half a second then snapped back to the floor numbers.
She noticed. Didn’t say anything about it. Just spoke softer.
“You were jogging?”
“Yeah. Trying to start a routine. Don’t want to get lazy living alone.”
“That’s good.” She nodded seriously. “I like morning walks. Not running—my knees complain—but walking helps me think. I’m a barista. Early shifts. I walk to the cafe sometimes instead of taking the bus.”
“Which cafe?”
“Little one near the station. The one with the cat logo. I make the lattes.”
“I’ll have to stop by sometime.”
“You should.” Her smile got a little bigger. “I can make yours extra pretty. Hearts in the foam and everything.”
Jaebin smiled back, “Sounds good.”
The elevator dinged. Fourth floor.
Doors opened.
Chaeyeon stepped out first. Jaebin followed.
She turned toward 406. Paused. Looked back at him.
“Hey… um…”
“Yeah?”
“If your nose really hurts later… or if you just want ice or something… knock on my door, okay? I have a freezer full of gel packs. And cookies. Fresh ones. I baked last night.”
Jaebin blinked. “You bake too?”
“Mhm. Stress baking. Helps me relax after long shifts.” She hugged the tote closer to her chest—again, the shirt stretched. Jaebin tried very hard to keep eye contact. “So… yeah. Door’s always open. I forget to lock it sometimes.”
“That’s… not safe.”
“I know.” She laughed quietly. “But the girls on this floor look out for each other. And now you too, I guess.”
Jaebin nodded slowly. “Thanks, Chaeyeon.”
She gave a little wave—fingers wiggling cute. “See you around, Jaebin. Careful with doors next time.”
She walked to 406. Unlocked it with one hand. Glanced back once more—smile soft, eyes warm—then disappeared inside.
Jaebin stood there for a second. Hallway quiet except for the faint sound of music from someone’s room. Probably Yel again.
He touched his nose. Still no pain. Just the memory of softness pressing against his face.
“God,” he muttered under his breath. “They keep getting bigger.”
He walked the few steps to 403. Unlocked his door. Stepped in.
Closed it.
Leaned against the wood for a second.
Jaebin had just finished a quick lunch—ramyeon from the cupboard, one egg cracked in, green onion he’d chopped with a dull knife.
He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, back against the bed, scrolling through job listings on his phone. Part-time café work, delivery gigs, anything that didn’t require experience or a degree.
Three quick knocks.
He looked up. “Yeah?”
Door opened without waiting for more. Yel poked her head in.
“Hey, neighbor. Not busy, right?”
Jaebin sat up straighter. “Uh—no. Just eating leftovers. Come in.”
She stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind her. She was in comfy mode now, oversized gray hoodie, same one from yesterday, zipper halfway down, black bike shorts, fuzzy socks.
No makeup, hair a little messy from whatever she’d been doing all morning. She looked smaller like this. More approachable. Less intimidating.
“Smells like spicy ramyeon in here,” she said, sniffing the air. “Classic broke college kid meal.”
“I’m not in college yet,” he reminded her.
“Same difference.” She walked over, plopped down on the floor right next to him without asking. She leaned back on her hands and stretched her legs out.
“Ugh. Brain is fried. Been staring at line art for four hours straight. Needed a break before I start deleting everything in rage.”
Jaebin closed his phone screen. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just… need human contact that isn’t a tablet stylus.” She turned her head toward him. Grinned. “So here I am. Your official chill buddy for the next thirty minutes. Or until my client messages me again.”
He laughed—small, surprised. “I’m honored.”
“You should be.” She nudged his knee with hers. Playful. “So. How’s day two treating you? Survived the morning jog, bumped into anyone interesting?”
His face heated instantly. “You mean Chaeyeon?”
Yel’s eyes lit up. “Ohhh, you already met the big titty goddess? Spill.”
“She was coming out of the elevator. I turned too fast. Face-planted into her… yeah.”
Yel cackled, head tipping back. “She’s got those things like airbags. You okay? Nose still working?”
“Barely,” he muttered. “She was super nice about it though. Offered ice and cookies.”
“Of course she did. Chaeyeon’s the mom of the floor. Always feeding people, always worrying.” Yel stretched her arms over her head. The hoodie rode up a little, showing a thin strip of stomach. Jaebin looked at the wall fast. “She’s sweet. You’ll like her. Everyone does.”
“Yeah. She seems… calm.”
“Unlike me.” Yel dropped her arms and scooted even closer. Now their thighs were touching. She didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she did and didn’t care.
“I’m the chaotic one. Youngest too. Always have been. Grew up with three older sisters who bossed me around. So, I never got to be the big sister. Sucks.”
Jaebin glanced at her. “You want to be a big sister?”
“Little brother, actually.” She said it casual.
“I mean, I’m twenty-one. Still the baby in my family. No one to look after. No one to tease or protect or feed ramyeon to when they’re sad.”
She looked at him sideways. “You’re nineteen. Prime little brother material.”
He blinked. “Wait. You’re adopting me?”
“Unofficially. Yeah.” She reached over and ruffled his hair—messy from the jog, still damp from the shower. “You’re cute when you’re flustered. And you don’t talk back much. Perfect dongsaeng.”
Jaebin’s heart did a weird flip. Not the horny kind like with Eunbi last night. Something softer. Warmer. He actually liked how close she was sitting. The easy way she talked. The teasing without meanness.
“I… don’t mind,” he said quietly.
Yel’s grin softened into something real. “Good. Because I’m gonna bug you a lot now. Bring you snacks. Steal your charger. Complain about deadlines at 2 a.m. Standard little-sister torture, but reversed.”
He smiled, “I can live with that.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder—just for a second, testing. Then lifted it again. “You’re comfy. This is dangerous.”
“Dangerous how?”
“You’re gonna get used to me being here. Then I’ll never leave.” She laughed, “Anyway. Tell me something. What do you do when you’re not jogging or getting smothered by Chaeyeon’s assets?”
Jaebin thought for a second. “Play games. Mostly single-player stuff. Sometimes I draw a little. Nothing good.”
“You draw?” Her eyes brightened. “Show me.”
“It’s trash—”
“Show me anyway. Big sister orders.”
He hesitated, then grabbed his sketchbook from under the bed. Flipped to a page—a rough pencil sketch of a city skyline at night, some mecha robot concept he’d doodled last month.
Yel took the book. Studied it seriously. No teasing this time.
“Not bad,” she said after a minute. “Line work’s clean. Perspective’s off here—” she pointed with her pinky “—but you’ve got style. You should do more.”
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Haven’t had time.”
“You’ve got time now.” She handed the book back. “I’ll drag you into my freelance hell sometime. We can draw together. Misery loves company.”
Jaebin nodded. “Sounds like a deal.”
They sat quiet for a bit. Not awkward quiet. Comfortable. Yel picked at a loose thread on her hoodie sleeve. Jaebin finished the last of his ramyeon.
“You know,” she said suddenly, “I’m glad you moved in. This floor was getting… estrogen heavy. Needed some guy energy. Even if you’re a shy baby.”
“I’m not that shy.”
“You’re blushing right now.”
“Shut up.”
She laughed again, then she stood up, stretched tall, “Okay. Break over. Gotta go finish these panels before my editor hunts me down.”
She walked to the door, paused with her hand on the knob. “Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Come over later if you want. Like… dinner time. I make tteokbokki. Not promising it won’t be spicy enough to kill you, but.”
Jaebin smiled. “I like spicy.”
“My guy.” She winked. “See you, little bro.”
The door clicked shut.
Jaebin sat there alone again. Room felt bigger without her in it. Emptier.
He touched the top of his head where she’d ruffled his hair.
Little brother.
He didn’t hate it.
Not even a little.
Evening, around 7:40 PM.
The sun had dropped behind the taller buildings an hour ago, leaving the sky a deep purple streaked with orange.
Jaebin pushed open the small sliding door to his balcony—a tiny concrete ledge barely big enough for one chair and a dying potted plant the last tenant left behind.
He stepped out in just his loose t-shirt and shorts, barefoot, the cool evening air hitting his skin right away.
He leaned on the metal railing and looked out. The city skyline wasn’t anything special from this angle—mostly mid-rise apartments, neon signs from the convenience stores below, the red blinking light on top of a distant office tower. Trains rattled by every few minutes, lights streaking like slow comets. It felt somehow... peaceful, despite whatever happens today.
He exhaled slow. “This place is insane,” he muttered to no one.
His eyes wandered left along the building’s facade. The balconies were staggered—some had laundry hanging, some had plants, most had nothing.
Four rooms from his, maybe room 407 or 408, a light was on behind thin white curtains. Not fully closed. A gap maybe ten centimeters wide.
He didn’t mean to stare. He really didn’t.
But movement caught his eye.
A girl stepped into view.
She was facing away at first—long straight black hair down her back, slim waist, wearing only light gray panties that hugged her hips. No bra. No top. Bare.
That’s Jeewon—he didn’t know her name yet, but that’s who it was.
She reached up with both arms, stretching like she’d been sitting all day. Her back arched. And then her breasts came into full side view as she turned slightly toward the window.
Big.
Not just big—full, round, heavy in that natural way that made them sway a little even with the smallest movement. Nipples dark against the paleness, already perked from the cool.
Jaebin’s throat went dry.
She didn’t notice him. Or if she did, she didn’t care.
She bent forward to pick something up from the floor—a fresh white tank top maybe—and the motion made everything bounce once.
Jaebin gripped the railing harder. His heart started hammering like it had last night with Eunbi, but this was different.
This wasn’t invited. This was accidental. Wrong to watch. But he couldn’t look away.
Jeewon straightened up. Slipped the tank top over her head, caught for a second on her chest, she had to tug it down twice.
When it finally settled, it clung tight, outlining every curve, the material so thin he could still see her nipples underneath.
She turned more toward the window then. Facing out.
Jaebin froze.
She was pretty—sharp jawline, full lips, eyes that looked tired but bright. Maybe twenty-two, twenty-three or maybe older. She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face. Then she walked closer to the sliding door, like she was checking something outside.
Her eyes scanned the balconies.
And landed right on him.
Jaebin’s stomach dropped.
For one long second they just stared at each other across the gap—him on his tiny ledge, her inside her lit room, tank top stretched tight over those impossible breasts.
She didn’t scream. Didn’t cover up. Didn’t even look mad.
Instead, one corner of her mouth lifted. Small smirk.
She raised one hand—slow—waved once. Casual. Like she was saying hi to a neighbor she’d seen a hundred times.
Jaebin lifted his hand automatically. Waved back. Awkward. Face burning so hot he thought it might glow.
Jeewon tilted her head. Then she reached up again—both hands this time—cupped the undersides of her breasts through the tank top for a second, lifted them slightly like she was adjusting, then let go.
She is teasing.
Jaebin’s mouth opened. No sound came out.
She laughed—soft, muffled through the glass—and mouthed something he couldn’t hear. Probably “sorry” or “oops” or maybe just “hi.”
Then she reached over, slid her curtain the rest of the way closed.
The light stayed on behind it, silhouette faint now.
Jaebin stood there another full minute. Breathing shallow. Cock half-hard in his shorts without him even realizing it had happened.
He finally stepped back inside. Closed his sliding door. Locked it like that would erase what just happened.
He dropped onto the bed. Stared at the ceiling.
“Who the hell was that?” he whispered.
He didn’t know her name. Didn’t know her room number for sure. But he knew one thing:
She’d seen him looking.
And she hadn’t minded. Not one bit.
Jaebin was still on the bed, blanket half over his head, trying to calm his pulse after what he’d just seen on the balcony.
He kept telling himself it was an accident. She probably didn’t even mean for him to see. Probably.
Three soft knocks.
He sat up fast. Heart jumped again.
“Yeah?” he called, voice rough.
The door opened without him getting up. Just cracked enough for her to slip through.
It was her.
Jeewon.
Smaller body than he expected up close—maybe 160 cm, slim shoulders, narrow waist, legs that looked long for her height in tiny sleep shorts.
But her chest… the white tank top was thin cotton, stretched so tight across her breasts that the fabric looked ready to tear at the seams. No bra underneath. Nipples pressed against the tank top.
Every breath made them shift. She closed the door behind her with her back, hands behind her like she was nervous but not really.
“Hi,” she said a little playful. “I’m Jeewon. 407. Saw you staring from your balcony.”
Jaebin’s mouth went dry. “I—I didn’t mean to—”
She laughed quietly and stepped closer. Bare feet on his floor. “It’s okay. I left the curtain open on purpose. Wanted to see if the new guy would look.”
He stared. Couldn’t help it. Her tits were right there, inches away now, heaving gently with each step. Bigger up close. Rounder. The tank top rode up a little at the bottom, showing a sliver of underboob.
She stopped at the edge of his bed. Looked down at him sitting there in his shorts and t-shirt, blanket bunched around his waist.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” she said. “Blushing again.”
Jaebin rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. I just… moved in yesterday. Everything’s a lot.”
“I get it.” She sat on the edge of the mattress without asking. Close enough that her thigh touched his. “This floor can be overwhelming. Nine of us. All… friendly. You’ve met a few already?”
“Yeah. Jihyo, Yel, Eunbi last night, Chaeyeon this morning.”
Jeewon’s eyes sparkled. “Eunbi already? She moves fast.” She leaned in a little. Her chest brushed his arm—soft, warm pressure through the tank top. “Did she let you finish between her tits?”
Jaebin choked on air. “How—”
“Figures.” She smiled wider. “And she texted the group chat. ‘New boy popped quick. So sweet.’ Don’t worry. We all think it’s hot.”
He covered his face with both hands. “Kill me now.”
Jeewon giggled—soft, real. She pulled his hands down gently. Her fingers were small, cool.
“Hey,” she said. “Look at me.”
He did.
She was close now. Face inches from his. Lips full, glossed a little. Eyes dark and steady.
“I came over because I wanted to say hi properly,” she whispered. “And maybe… help you relax. You looked tense out there on the balcony.”
“I’m… fine.”
“You’re hard,” she said simply.
Jaebin glanced down. His shorts were tented obviously. No hiding it.
Jeewon’s hand moved slow. Palm flat on his thigh first. Then higher. She cupped him through the fabric—gentle squeeze.
He hissed.
“See?” she murmured. “You need this.”
She slid off the bed, knelt between his legs on the floor, her chest pressing against his knees as she leaned in.
She hooked her fingers in his waistband. Tugged shorts and boxers down together. His cock sprang free—hard, leaking at the tip already.
Jeewon licked her lips once. “Nice.”
She didn’t waste time.
One hand wrapped around the base—small fingers barely meeting. The other cupped his balls lightly. Then she leaned forward.
Her mouth was warm. Wet. She took him in slow—halfway first, tongue flat against the underside. Jaebin groaned low, head falling back against the wall.
She hummed around him. The vibration shot straight up his spine.
She started moving—slow bobs at first, lips tight, cheeks hollowing when she pulled back. Every time she went down deeper. Throat relaxed. No gag. Just smooth, steady suction.
Jaebin’s hands fisted the sheets. “Fuck… Jeewon…”
She pulled off for a second—just to breathe. A thin string of spit connected her lips to the tip.
“You can touch my hair if you want,” she said. Voice husky now. “Or my tits. Whatever feels good.”
He hesitated. Then reached down. One hand in her hair—soft, straight strands slipping through his fingers. The other… he cupped one breast through the tank top. Heavy. Overflowed his palm. He squeezed gently.
She moaned around his cock when he did that.
She sped up. Head moving faster. Hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. Wet sounds filled the small room—sloppy, obscene.
Jaebin’s hips started moving on their own. Small thrusts. She took it. Let him fuck her mouth shallow.
“Jeewon—I’m close—”
She didn’t pull off. Just looked up at him—eyes watering a little from the depth, but steady. Nodded once. Keep going.
He groaned louder. Hand tightening in her hair. The other squeezed her breast harder—felt the nipple harden under his thumb through the fabric.
It hit fast.
He came with a choked sound—thick pulses straight down her throat. She swallowed around him. Kept sucking gentle until he was empty, twitching, oversensitive.
When she finally pulled off, she licked her lips. Clean. Wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb. Smiled up at him.
“Better?” she asked.
He could only nod. Brain fried.
She stood up. Tank top still clinging to her curves—nipples hard points now. She leaned down, kissed his forehead once. Soft.
“Welcome to the floor, Jaebin,” she whispered. “If you ever want more… knock on 407. Door’s open.”
She walked to the door. Paused with her hand on the knob.
“And next time you see me changing… feel free to watch longer. I like being seen.”
The door clicked shut behind her.
Jaebin lay there. Shorts still around his thighs.
He stared at the ceiling.
Day two.
And he still hadn’t met everyone.
11:03 PM.
Jaebin was half-asleep on his bed, phone on his chest, screen dark.
A knock. Not soft. Not polite. Three hard raps, then the doorknob rattled like someone was trying it without waiting.
He sat up fast. “Who—?”
The door pushed open before he finished.
Eunbi.
She stumbled in, heels clicking uneven on the floor. Black dress—short, tight, one strap slipping off her shoulder. Hair messy now, bun half-undone, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. Makeup smudged under her eyes. She smelled like soju, sweet fruit mixer, and cigarette smoke from whatever bar she’d been at.
She kicked the door shut with her heel. Missed the first time. Tried again. Got it.
“Jaebin-ah,” she slurred, voice thicker than usual. She leaned back against the door for support. Breasts pushed up high in the low neckline, almost spilling out.
Jaebin stood up slow. “You okay? You’re drunk.”
“Very.” She laughed—short, bitter. Pushed off the door and wobbled toward him.
Almost tripped over his sneakers on the floor. He caught her elbow quick.
“Easy,” he said.
She looked up at him. Eyes glassy, pupils big. “You’re sweet. Always catching me.”
He guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. She dropped heavy, thighs spreading a little under the dress. Skirt rode up high enough to show lace panties—black, sheer in the middle.
“Why didn’t you go to your room?” he asked.
“Key… somewhere.” She patted her small purse, then gave up. “And I didn’t want to be alone. Not tonight.”
Jaebin crouched in front of her so they were eye level. “You need water? Or coffee? I can make instant.”
Eunbi shook her head slow. Reached out, cupped his cheek with one warm hand. Thumb brushed his lip.
“No water. No coffee.” Her voice dropped lower. “There’s only one thing that sobers me up fast.”
He swallowed. “What?”
She leaned in. Breath hot against his ear. “Eat my pussy.”
Jaebin froze.
She pulled back just enough to look at his face. Smiled crooked. “Don’t look shocked. You already know I’m not shy.”
“I… yeah. But you’re drunk.”
“Drunk, not dead.” She spread her legs wider. Dress bunched at her hips now. Panties visible—wet spot already darkening the sheer panel. “I’ve been thinking about your tongue all night. Bar was boring. Guys staring at my tits, buying drinks, talking shit. I kept picturing your mouth instead.”
Jaebin’s heart slammed. Cock twitched in his shorts.
Eunbi noticed. Reached down, palmed him through the fabric. Slow rub. “See? You want it too.”
He didn’t deny it.
She hooked one finger under her panties, pulled them to the side. Shaved smooth. Lips swollen, glistening. She was soaked.
“Come here,” she whispered. “Please.”
Jaebin hesitated one more second. Then knelt between her thighs.
She leaned back on her elbows. Watched him.
He started slow—kissed the inside of her thigh first. Soft skin. She shivered. Then higher. Nosed along her slit, breathing her in—musky, sweet from the alcohol still on her skin.
Eunbi sighed. “Good boy.”
He licked once—flat tongue from bottom to top. Tasted salt and heat. She moaned low, hips lifting a little.
“More,” she said. Voice rough now.
He gave her more. Tongue circling her clit—slow at first, then faster. Sucked gently. She gasped. One hand went to his hair, fingers twisting.
“Fuck… just like that.”
He pressed harder. Tongue dipping inside her, then back to her clit. Two fingers slid in easy—she was dripping. Curled them up, found that spot. Rubbed steady while his mouth worked her.
Eunbi’s breathing turned ragged. Thighs started shaking around his head.
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He didn’t.
She came fast—back arching, moan loud enough the thin walls probably carried it. Walls clenched around his fingers. Wetness flooded his mouth. He kept licking through it, gentle now, until she pushed his head away weakly.
“Too much… too sensitive…”
Jaebin pulled back. Lips shiny. Chin wet.
Eunbi lay there panting. Chest rising and falling hard. Dress straps both off her shoulders now. Breasts almost fully out.
She looked down at him. Smiled—lazy, satisfied.
“See?” she said. “Sober now.”
Jaebin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You sure?”
“Clear as day.” She sat up slow. Pulled him up by his shirt. Kissed him deep—tasted herself on his tongue. Moaned into his mouth.
When she pulled away, her eyes were sharper. Less glassy.
“Better than coffee,” she murmured.
She stood up. Wobbled once. Steady. Fixed her dress—barely. Panties still crooked.
“I should go to my room now,” she said. “Before I decide to stay and ride you until morning.”
Jaebin’s cock throbbed at the words. He didn’t argue.
Eunbi leaned down. Kissed his forehead. Then his lips again—soft this time.
“Thank you, Jaebin-ah. For not sending me away.”
She walked to the door. Paused.
“Tomorrow… maybe I return the favor. Properly.”
The door clicked shut.
Jaebin sat on the floor where he’d knelt. Tasted her still on his tongue. Heart racing.
He looked at the clock. 11:27 p.m.
Day two still wasn’t over.
But he was exhausted.
He stripped off his shirt. Crawled under the blanket.
He closed his eyes.
Dreams were going to be wild tonight.
part 2
a/n: inspired by @mistyrani's The Apartment series. Don't forget to check that out, that's great series!
(Male Reader (Priest) x Karina & Wonyoung (Nuns), 6k Words) Tags: Something unholy this way cums; Karina and Wonyoung have been naughty girls, and must confess their sins; Lots of religious innuendo; More than a little sex; Catholic fun; Endnotes too; Oral Vaginal Anal Outercourse sex; If Confession was normally this fun, I think it would be much more popular; Immense quantities of "Holy Water"; The Abbess is pretty hot too ;)
Author's Note: I have added endnotes to this work for the curious, as well as to help explain certain references that the ordinary reader might not know of. Feel free to scroll to the end, or simply wait to read them there
"Forgive us Father, for we have sinned," Wonyoung murmurs, her face as serene as a saint's while she awaits your absolution, kneeling on the floor before you with perfect innocence. A beauty constrained by vows of chastity, she appears anything but virtuous, no matter her outward appearance. Karina kneels beside her, her head bowed while her lips mouth endless platitudes to the Madonna, genuine tears running down her cheeks while she contemplates her earthly transgressions. You nod dourly, your face an expressionless mask as you ponder upon the judgement and eternal charity of the Lord, and his Son's boundless love for those who transgress against Him. You make your decision, and feel the hand of the Holy Spirit guiding your words,
"Your penance is yet incomplete," you declare in sonorous tone, "the Lord requires further evidence of your contrition,"
The pair of nuns let out a mournful groan and approach your bench in the confessional chamber once more, "Please Father," Karina sobs, "let us prove ourselves worthy of His Divine Grace!" The two look up at you with zealous eyes, their faces streaked with your holy sacrament, their lips parting in eagerness to perform yet more Good Works upon a true Instrument of the Lord.
"Amen," you sigh, as Karina and Wonyoung once more take your penis in their mouths...
Managing a convent was a fulfilling and sacrosanct role, shepherding the innocent charges under your protection through the turmoil of earthly distractions, and guiding them along their holy path in praise of the Lord. The endearing adoration the nuns showed towards the Trinity never ceased to move your heart, and you often yearned to join them in the simplicity of endless prayer and supplication. But alas, the mortal world was yours to face, and so you remained vigilant upon the walls of your earthly paradise, sending constant reassurances to your sponsors at the Cluny Abbey (1) who supported your religious house that all was well. And things were indeed well. The Sisters kept to their isolation, the staff to their duties, and the Brothers in the attached priory their religious work, which of course involved teaching their Sisters the intricacies of Christian worship. Detractors might paint this relationship as obscene, alleging licentious activities that most certainly did not take place in the House of God, ignorant peasants and steely rogues whose assertions you denied outright. Yet deceit was a sin, and one you wrestled with constantly during your private prayers, beseeching the Son for His forgiveness for your lies in His name. Because all was not well in your Garden of Eden, indeed, it was troubled by the same sin that had cast mankind out of Heaven as well.
Your problems had a source in two of the Sisters of your convent, one of whom a more recent addition, the other a resident since her acceptance as a child. Karina was a daughter from a family of minor nobility with a surfeit of daughters, and as is common, she was given to the convent to curry favor with Ecclesial circles once she was old enough to not pass away from illness (2). She was a zealous girl, fervent in her love for the Lord, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, but her great faith left her naïve, temptatiously so. Beautiful of face, and with a bust so large no habit could obscure it, Sister Karina was the bane of the adjoining priory, the brethren there sorely tested by her alluring ignorance. Many had been caught teaching her "special prayers", or "secret devotionals" to the Saints that inevitably seemed to involve having her habit around her shoulders and her undergarments dangling from one ankle. Time after time, Brothers would encounter her and another sinfully cavorting in a cell, and instead of reporting or interrupting this hellish behavior, they would watch and wring out the evidence of the lust, or even join in the damning activity! You would have assumed Karina to be a simple harlot, had not her confessional tears been so genuine that you too had been moved by her grief at her unknowing sinning.
So while Sister Karina was a known issue, one who was kept sternly under the eye of the Abbess lest she stray even more and lead her soul into eternal hellfire, the other, was not. Sister Wonyoung had joined barely a year earlier, a ravishing beauty with the countenance of a Saint, and you fervently prayed that the mien of the interior would someday match the exterior. Sent so that she might maintain her chastity until marriage, her family name was beyond your purview, but it had been hinted by your superiors that she was from the court of an Prince-Elector of the Empire (3); so from a very powerful family indeed. The reasoning behind Wonyoung's religious banishment was obvious, had she remained a court, she would have had half of the surrounding eligible nobility wrapped around her finger, while the other half would be busy declaring war on those in her favor. Her virginity would have also been in serious doubt, if her actions during her stay at the convent were anything to go by, her effects upon the good Brother's were as damning as Karina's! With her charming nature and subtle wiles, your wayward Sister had wriggled and writhed her way into the heart of the complex, and seemed able to induce anyone to indulge in her sinful schemes.
Godless pregnancies had seen a sharp increase, and even the redoubtable Abbess seemed at a loss as to how many saintly women had suddenly been stained by the sin of lust, their souls upon the precipice of eternal damnation. Rumors swirled, as they always did with the convent being a hothouse of gossip, with Sister Wonyoung always at the heart of whatever secret depravities were being undertaken beneath the vigilant watch of the senior brethren. The Abbess had on several occasions examined the girl, and found her hymen to be intact, so while her technical virtue remained undiminished, she seemed to be straying into sin nonetheless. The hushed giggles decrying Sodom that you had heard while Wonyoung had passed by only confirmed your worries, that the rebellious Sister was engaged in the foulest form of carnal intimacy. Of solid evidence however, you had little, and none of the Sisters nor Brothers seemed willing to divulge the particulars during confessional, remaining silent even from your pointed questioning. The Sister herself of course admitted to nothing, so while Karina might blubberingly spill several occurrences of her lustful failings (that she remained without child was sure evidence of the Lord's infinite forgiveness), Wonyoung kept her divulgences to petty matters, as a dutiful Sister was expected to do.
But the Might of the Lord was eternal, and through His servants, His displeasure known. The Abbess, no doubt guided by the righteous fury of an archangel, had discovered Karina in a cell abed with no less than three monks, one of whom's personal penance had been to deny himself the merest touch of a woman; while another Sister watched the unholy proceedings. Your redoubtable holy woman had severely scorned, with a voice like the Trumpet of Revelation (4), the Brothers for sullying a Wife of Christ, her eyes alight with the wrath of Saint Leutfridus (5), and she had driven them out before accosting the pair of nuns. Sister Karina had of course been set aside, while the Abbess had sternly lectured the other Sister for risking her soul to eternal hellfire for her unGodly curiosity. Yet the Lord's ire remained undiminished, for why else would He have sent the Holy Spirit to draw the Abbess's gaze to a humble cupboard, and within it, the duplicitous Sister Wonyoung!
The Abbess had explained all of this to you with a familiar look of smug satisfaction at having done the Lord's work, and you gave praise to the Highest for gifting you with such an able guard dog for your lambs. You also make sure to spare some praise for the Abbess as well, and she positively glowed at your words, rewarding you with a kindly smile that many of her charges would have been shocked to see her make. As always with her, you felt a tension, something that roiled beneath the surface of your official roles as Servants of God, a truth that would sure damn the both of you were it to be revealed. So instead you simply return the warm smile, and when you lay your hands upon her bowed head to bless her, neither of you comment on the unusual length of time your hands linger. With a sigh you dismiss the Abbess, who pauses by the door as she leaves the small office you call your own, "Then shall I send them following morning prayers?"
You nod, "If it pleases you, Sister, I shall deal with malcontents through Confession in my chambers,"
The Abbess cocks her head, "A private word then?"
"Indeed, Sisters Karina and Wonyoung require a light touch. I shall leave the fate of the third Sister to you."
The Abbess gives you a crooked smile, "I shall speak with her, youthful curiosity is a scourge for all of us," and closes your door behind her.
The next morning you call the three wayward Brothers to your office to lambast them for their sins, scolding them for being tempted by the wiles of young nuns, urging them to harden their souls against such transgressions. For while chastity was not mandatory amongst the wider lay folk, your convent was sponsored by the great abbey at Cluny, where it most definitely was, and the Benedictines there had... expectations that their doctrine be followed (6). The three monks leave your office seeming humbled, and it is with some relief that you lead the morning prayers, choosing to sermonize about the Saint Mary Magdalene, hoping that some amongst your flock might take inspiration from her holy example and leave behind any wayward thoughts of promiscuity and lust. After you all break your fast in the dining hall, that vast room filled with murmur of scurrilous rumor and gossip, you depart to your personal chambers, which doubled as your Confessional area. You had heard mutters through the grapevine about some of the larger churches adopting double closets of sorts to perform Confession inside of (7), but like many priests, you preferred a more personal touch. How else would you know that your sinners had truly accepted their penance and allowed for the Lord's Grace to fill them if you could not feel it yourself?
Shortly after getting settled arranging some cushions for the two Sisters to kneel upon in front of the padded bench you sat upon while listening to Confession, you hear a knock on your door. Some lay brethren might prefer bare stone floor to enhance their discomfort, but you saw little reason for those who did not embrace such a path to suffer needlessly, especially those delicate souls under your care. You call for them to enter, and the Abbess ushers in your two lost lambs before bowing her head and retreating, shutting the door tightly behind her while the two nuns settle onto the ground. Karina and Wonyoung both make the sign of the cross, with the latter's a heartbeat slower, before announcing, "Bless us Father, for we have sinned, it has been-"
"One week," bemoans Karina
"Two months," mutters Wonyoung
"-since our last Confessional."
You wait, slowly sitting down upon your comfortable bench, allowing the silence to ripen before sighing, "Very well, Sisters. Please, open yourselves to the lord, and declare your sins to Him..." You trail off as Karina promptly leans back and opens her legs, revealing the dark patch of hair covering her sex, and groan internally. Truly, the Lord was testing you.
"Sister Karina," you begin gently, "you seem to have forgotten your undergarments this morning, I know this is a tumultuous time for you, but please remember to put them on for modesty's sake."
Karina looks bashful, "Forgive me, Father, but all of mine are stained and require washing..."
You nod politely, even Women of God suffer from the cycles of the moon, "So the Virgin has sent you fresh signs of your purity then?" you ask delicately, but Karina shakes her head,
"No, Father, that was two weeks ago, the Brother's holy fluids have stained my undergarments," she says with complete innocence, and Wonyoung is unable to hide a snigger, "so I have been going without while waiting for the wash to be done." You blink, before mentally shelving the thought that the naïve Sister had been receiving the foul, sticky evidence of her sin so often that she was out undergarments, and move on to the next issue,
"And your... stance, Sister? That is not the usual position a penitent would assume..."
"What are you talking about, Father?" Wonyoung interjects with a purr, "Isn't that the pose any good Sister should assume when receiving their penance?"
Your eyes flick to your young charge, and are unable to contain your irritation, "Ah, but of course, Sister," you say blithely, "how foolish of me to forget the classical Pose of Saint Pelagia of Antioch (8). Please, Sister Wonyoung, kindly follow your Sister's example"
Wonyoung's face flushes as she realizes your trap, and grimly leans back and spreads her lithe legs as well, shyly revealing undergarments of distinctive quality; nothing but the best for one of her blood. The young nun appears as flustered as you have ever seen her, which comes as something of a surprise since she had ever held herself with sinful pride and confidence; perhaps the rumors of her harlot ways were merely that... Or perhaps Sister Wonyoung was simply unused to not being in control of her situation. You feel an odd feeling creeping through your guts, a sense of righteousness and surety that the Holy Spirit's hand was guiding your path to redemption for these wayward souls, and lean forward while bringing your hands together, "Now Sisters, have you any sins you wish to confess?" Karina of course, is the first to start,
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned" she begins, with her moist temptation still revealed to you, "I have felt the sin of Envy upon my soul when I saw Sister Wonyoung's beautiful undergarments four days ago while she was practicing for the upcoming devotional play we are hosting in a month. I have felt the sin of Pride when yesterday I was able to pray to the Virgin Mary with three Brothers at once, and the Abbess said I felt the sin of Lust when I was with them."
Sister Karina continues to reveal her every doubt and worry, which seem to feature a surprisingly large amount of ungodly fornication if one could read between the lines. But that was nothing new, your meek lamb was ever blundering into sinful behavior, when it was Sister Wonyoung's turn...
"I have nothing to confess, Father," Wonyoung declares with an innocence that was only somewhat undermined by her current exposed position. You raise an eyebrow,
"Truly, Sister? You have partaken in no sinful behavior since your last Confession? Please, unburden yourself before Christ and receive his Grace, you have nothing to fear..." But Wonyoung remains defiant,
"No, Father, I have felt no sin," she sniffs,
"Then how," you ask softly, "would you describe the situation the Abbess found you in yesterday? While Sister Karina here was busy... praying with three of the lay Brethren?"
Sister Wonyoung nibbles on her lip and pouts, "Why, I was observing the good Sister praying, what could possibly be sinful about that?" before smirking, clearly taking hellish joy from defying you.
Irritation flares in you once more, and you feel the Lord's anger swelling up within you as the young nun spurns His holy redemption, how could you save His wayward daughter from foul temptation? The righteousness of Saint Vitalis (9) fills you to the point of bursting, and it is as if the Light of Damascus (10) strikes you as through holy revelation your method was laid out for you, a way to cleanse the sin from this arrogant youth and return her to the Path of God. You stand, drawing back your robe to reveal the Holy Lance, trembling with the pent up fury of the Lord, the instrument through which Sister Wonyoung's confession, and her salvation, would be secured, "Very well then Sister," you smile, "I hope you will not shirk from joining me in prayer then?" and the nun blanches in horror as her bluff is called, "Sisters!" The Holy Spirit, speaking through you declares, "Let us pray!"
Karina's eyes light up with the fervor of a true fanatic, "Praise the Lord!" she shrieks, overcome with emotion. Wonyoung on the other hand, merely stares at you in complete shock, her sinful heart quailing at the sight of such a powerful symbol of the Faith,
"Oh dear God," she groans, already praying for her coming salvation.
Sister Karina shudders with piety, "Please Father," she gasps out, "my body is ready to receive the Love of Christ! Cleanse my wicked sins with your hallowed spear!" Such a zealous prayer nearly has you in tears of joy, surely the Holy Spirit has touched her as well! You move as swiftly as a vengeful archangel then to place your Instrument of the Church against her Pearly Gates, and she quivers with holy delight at the sight of you between her legs. The dark whorls of hair concealing her sex have already parted, damp with the evidence of her virtue, the pink of her folds bright against this black backdrop. Sister Karina moans as your penis slowly fills her, gasping with pious pleasure as she gives thanks to God in the best way she knew how, her curvaceous body a temple to the Lord's glory. Sodden warmth engulfs you as you sheath yourself in the nun to the hilt, and you both shudder in devout ecstasy, "Your- your rod," Karina gasps, "Father, it is massive! It feels as if I am being crucified upon the cross, I am enduring the same agony of our Lord!" her legs curl up around your waist, and you can feel her wetness squelching out of her divine hole as you plunge deep inside of her, expunging her sins with every thrust.
You feel the foul urge to unleash the holy power burning inside of you, to waste the Lord's Grace upon such an inconsequential cavity, when a more holy ritual was required. You pause in your efforts so as to not cause premature release, "Sister," you declare, "Prepare to receive the Body of Christ!" And in an instant Karina's legs untangle themselves from around you and she moves upright, with you pulling out of her with a noisome belch of fluids. You lurch to your feet as the virtuous nun opens her mouth wide and unspools her tongue for you to place your Sacred Tool upon. With a groaned prayer, you spill the Eucharist into Sister Karina's open mouth, rope after rope of sacral liquid fills her maw, until it is nearly spilling out. But the Holy Spirit was within her, for she was able to swallow your blessing in its entirety without spilling a drop, and gifts you with a saintly smile,
"Amen!" she sighs, gazing with wonder up at the stiff rod of meat, still dripping with her honey. The righteousness of the Lord yet still filled you however, as evidenced by the miraculous hardness of His Instrument, for while the good Sister had been an easy soul to save, her wicked companion was still drenched with the foulest of sins,
"Sister Wonyoung," you announce sternly, "Are you prepared to confess to your sins?"
Sister Wonyoung, as it turns out, was not. Having obediently lay in the Pose of Saint Pelagia of Antioch for the entirety of Sister Karina's Confessional, quailing like a heathen before the Glory of the Lord, she now shakes her head in stubborn denial, "No Father, I have nothing to confess, because I have not sinned!" she says with growing confidence, "And it looks like your ideas on Theology or not too different from the lay Brothers you punished!" Wonyoung snorts, "How is you fornicating with Karina any different from what she was doing yesterday?" But her false arguments fell upon deaf ears, for the sanctified prayer you had undertaken with Sister Karina had nothing in common with the foul and wicked copulations driven by lust that had occurred yesterday. And moreover...
"So you are saying that yesterday you not only witnessed a hellish act being conducted by your peers, but through your witness, participated in it as well?" you ask sternly, and Wonyoung nearly chokes on her own spit,
"Oh! Um, well... no... no! That uh, definitely prayer!" she struggles out, still unwilling to admit to the error of her ways. But no matter,
"Very well then, Sister," you step closer to the young noblewoman, "then will you join me in holy prayer, so that you might be struck by the error of your ways?" Wonyoung, glancing at your member with some horror, starts to babble but you cut her off, "And worry not, good Sister, your chastity will remain as sanctified as that of the Virgin herself..."
Her beautiful lips twisted into supreme pout, Sister Wonyoung unhurriedly rolls onto all fours and presents her perky rear to you, her habit dangling down from around her stomach while she instinctively arches her back. Then she notices your bemused stare and her back snaps back upwards into a virgin curve, and then with enforced shyness, she pulls down her colorful undergarments to reveal her paired dens of sin. A thin streamer of fluid connects her removed garment to the dainty pink slit that protrudes beneath her modest cheeks, and the circle around her arse was dark and wide, betraying its undignified use. Your Rod of Conversion remained undiminished by its holy work resanctifying Karina's body and soul, and Wonyoung looks back at it with undisguised dread at the sheer size and magnificence of the Lord's Righteousness made manifest. She gathers herself though, still weighty with the sin of Pride, and arrogantly declares herself ready for worship, while Sister Karina watches with avid interest.
You position yourself behind Sister Wonyoung, who trembles as your rosy, wide head presses against her rear entrance, your manhood was still slick with Karina's devotion, but not enough to make things too easy on Wonyoung. The young nun stifles a groan as your scepter slowly forces its way into her, until her lewd hole finally starts pushing back against you with the experience of a harlot's, and the tip goes in. Wonyoung gasps, her back arching up like a bucking horse, as the Lord's Grace gradually fills her unholy hole, purifying it with its very presence. She squirms as your mighty engines of redemption settle against her purportedly chaste womanhood, your rod spearing into her innards making her writhe, but she remains defiant yet through her panting silence. No matter, her encouragement had barely begun. Wonyoung lets out an undignified grunt when the angels guide your hips into motion, her pink rim dragging along the immense barrel of your shaft while you remove yourself from her, before plunging back inside. It is not long before she is clenching at the cushions and crying out to the Savior for salvation from this test, the Lord's name upon her lips while you pump the foul temptation out of her nubile body. Wonyoung's voice grows more shrill as the mixture of pain and rapture overwhelms her, until it seems as if she is praying to God for her prayer session to never end, rather than demanding He save her from it. Then the foul evidence of her sin sprays from her crotch, and you knew that her soul was on the verge of salvation.
Sister Wonyoung judders like a broken mill as the Grace of God fills her, moaning with revelatory joy as the scales are lifted from her eyes, though she still has yet to confess. So you continue your efforts, your hands wrapped around her dainty waist to anchor your fresh assault upon her hellish and lustful sins, and when her voice grows louder, Sister Karina's joins hers in rapturous prayer from where she kneels beside you. Wonyong gurgles in humble pleasure, "Oh! Father- Father wait! I am still-" she lets out another groan as yet more filthy and sinful fluids spew forth onto the cushions, before gasping, "Father- no- I - please! Have mercy! I'm a sinner! I am a sinner!" the nun wails, opening her soul to the Love of the Son and unburdening herself of her earthly sins, "I have been- stained! By the sin- of Pride..." A stream of depravities and ungodly behavior spills from Sister Wonyoung's pert lips as she confesses, sobbing and babbling with the same joy as Saint Mary of Egypt (11), reveling in the divine Grace of the Lord. And when it is over, and her every failing laid bare, you grant her too the Eucharist, its creamy softness spilling into her open mouth while her face twists in disgust; but she swallows it, and the holy fluid that spilt down her face is lapped up by a fervent Karina.
"Am... am I saved, Father?" Sister Wonyoung manages, breathing heavily on her knees before you, her face flushed with embarrassment and piety. You might have been inclined to agree, but the Holy Spirit whispers the Wisdom of Saint Vitalis into your ear, and you know that there is yet still Holy Work to be done, your Instrument of the Faith rising up once more, sustained by the love of angels,
"No Sister," you declare with pious certainty, "you have yet to undergo your penance, as do you, Sister." You motion towards Karina, "The Lord requires yet more Good Works from you before your sins can be fully expunged and your soul absolved." You gesture towards your evidence of God's favor, "Disrobe, Sisters, and attend upon me, for such is the Lord's desire," the pair of nuns comply, Karina with enthusiasm, pulling her habit up over head to reveal her voluptuous body, with her temptatious breasts hanging heavily upon her chest. Sister Wonyoung follows suit with surprising shyness, her perky breasts graced by the smallest of dark brown nipples, "Give thanks to the Lord," you intone, "and cleanse this saintly relic, so that it might grant you the salvation you desire..."
"Of course, Father!" gushes Karina
"Yes... Father," Wonyoung agrees, obviously unhappy about having to clean her own foulness off of your manhood, and yet she does not shirk from her duties.
Both nuns press their soft lips against either side of your scepter, unspooling their tongues to lavish it with their pious attention, licking up and down its length to clean it of Wonyoung's sins. Sister Karina shows particular enthusiasm, even placing her mouth around the tip and taking it her, her tongue skillfully swirling about it with such vigor she seems intent on producing yet another Communal extract. And while Wonyoung busies herself lapping at your font, Karina finishes her work and leans back, clutching at her ample bosom, "Please, Father," she humbly begins, "Bless my chest with your attentions, it is the source of such temptation and wickedness, remove from it the stain of sin! Let me perform yet more Good Works upon you!" Karina urges, her eyes alight with power of faith, and what sort of shepherd would deny his flock his guidance? So you seat yourself once more upon your padded bench, allowing Karina to place herself between your legs and bring her ponderous breasts to bear upon your Instrument of Salvation, with Wonyoung pushing herself up against her Sister's back to add her support.
Sister Karina presses her sizable pillows around your manhood, their soft flesh smothering it with the love of a Madonna (12), surely the Virgin had smiled upon her to be blessed with such a bounty! She smiles adoringly up at you, and with Wonyoung's face nestled in the crook of her shoulder, you are treated to a truly beauteous sight, two nuns intent upon performing Good Works. The penance might have been the Sister's, but when Karina starts to move her breasts up and down your shaft, you realize that the Lord was perhaps testing you as well, forcing you to endure such holy joy while the Sister cleanses herself with your staff. You mouth prayers to Saints to grant you the strength to weather this trial, her cleavage squishing and dragging along your skin until you feel as if the Love of Saint Vitalis was going to burst from you like revelation from the Highest. Surely Christ was determined for Karina's chest to be re-sanctified, for it was not long before you had to gaspingly demand for Karina to present herself for benediction. Sister Karina draws back, pressing her mounds together and thrusting her chest out so that you might bless it with your holy water, her expression rapturous as the divine moment fast approaches. With a groan you bestow upon her breasts a miraculous quantity of the Lord's Grace, coating them with thick streamers of saintly fluid before moving upwards and expending the last of your load upon Karina and Wonyoung's beatific faces.
Prayers spill from Karina's stained lips, and Wonyoung is quick to join in, before they put the mouths to even more virtuous work in nursing and cleaning your rigid Ark. Wonyoung pauses in her efforts, and looks up at you, "Father," she begins, "Please, allow me to humble myself before the Lord," her breath quickens, "Let me cast aside my arrogance and submit myself fully as a simple Vessel of Virgin, a tool for devotion..." You nod solemnly,
"Of course Sister, your faith moves me, and through me, the Trinity," you gesture towards yourself, "Please, perform this act of charity upon me."
Her face flushed with righteous enthusiasm, Wonyoung clambers into your lap and raises herself up until your tip is placed once more against her purified hole, "I... I shall use my anus to submit to you," she explains, "please- please excuse its worldly filth, for I am still stained by the filth of my sin" the nun manages, fumbling with the pious wording, "My body..." Wonyoung presses her body weight against your rod, "...Is CHRIST'S!" she shrieks as your entire Pillar of Faith slithers fully into her innards, her eyes rolling back with divine pleasure as she mounts you.
Once she has finished shuddering, Sister Wonyoung wraps her arms around your shoulders and gifts you with an adoring smile, her once proud visage now one of chastity and modesty, before she starts moving. Not wanting to assist her unduly, you allow her to test herself in a manner pleasing to God, and your young lamb does not disappoint you. Gathering her strength, she rises until only your flared tip is within her, and then slamming herself down to signify her humility, her guts roiling with every penitential bounce. Wonyoung's coils tighten gradually as her anus grows used to the upthrust staff of meat inside of it, and soon she is performing as spectacularly as Saint Pelagia was said to have done. Subjected to such a divine offering, your own trials intensify as Sister Karina applies herself to your font, sucking and slurping upon your sack with such eagerness you feel as if you were entering Heaven itself. The slick evidence of Wonyoung's sins is soon dripping down your thighs as she rides you, and she treats this with uncontrollable joy, "I am a wicked girl, Father!" she gasps, "Punish me more, debase me, but please, drive this wickedness out of me!" Now you must control your own pious groans as the Sister's pace increases until her hips were practically a blur, and it was difficult to hear anything above the wet, meaty slap of flesh. Her nubile body starts to shiver, and then tremble, before with a howl of exultation her every sin comes spewing out of her slit, an endless stream of stinking fluid the puddles around you both, and thoroughly soaks Karina in her position beneath your joining, "The Lance! The Lance of Teresa! (13)" Wonyoung screams, spasming with holy ecstasy as her innards clench tightly around you. With a groan of your own then you pour Christ's Love into her belly, inundating it with the Holy Spirit's sublime Grace until you fear that your heavenly gift might start emerging from her mouth. But it does not, and Sister Wonyoung's anus was now utterly sanctified.
Sister Wonyoung quivers as your manhood flops out of her rear, heralding a gush of divine fluids that splatter down onto Sister Karina's face until her rim tightens enough to stop gaping; and naturally Karina lovingly cleans up the mess. Wonyoung untangles herself from you, her mien now demure and submissive after receiving so powerful a revelation from God, and she smoothly places herself once more at your feet along with Karina. The two nuns bow before you, their faces both streaked with your Holy Water, their naked bodies slick with sweat and fluids, heaving as they bow their heads once more to await the Lord's approval. But the Holy Spirit yet filled you with strength, and your Agency of Christ remained undimished, a sure sign from the Lord of his continued desire for penance. At this proclamation, the Sisters tremble with ill-concealed delight, and with their eyes shining with zealous fervor, they crawl forward once more and place their lips upon your Confessional Rod, intent upon earning God's absolution...
It was only before the noon bell that the two Sisters stagger forth from your chambers, weak and besmirched in body, but shining and pure in soul. Wearing beatific smiles they bow to the Abbess who waits nearby, before proceeding towards the wash area, model nuns that any of the Brethren would feel blessed to witness. The Abbess quietly closes the door behind her as she enters, gazing up on the appalling mess that was your Confessional Area with frank amazement,
"Should I call in some of the Sisters to help clean this up, or should I bring in the Brothers to gaze upon this... miracle?"
You continue staring at the floor, your heart filled with despair as you doubt yourself, had you been truly filled with the Vigor of God, or had a more unholy power despoiled you? As if sensing your conflict, the Abbess moves closer and rests your head against her chest, comforting you in your time of need as she had so often done before,
"Do not doubt yourself, Father," she soothes, "your actions were surely guided by the Hand of Christ, never before have I seen such... impressive energy, and the Sisters! Oh you should have seen them when they left your chambers, they were shining with such Grace and Virtue that I nearly wept to see such a change come over them." You bring yourself to slowly raise your head, staring up into her kindly eyes, and her lips crinkle upwards, "There you are. Cast aside your worries, Father, for I know your soul to be unweighted by the burden of sin."
You feel tears beading, and you choke back a sob as you say, "Thank you, Abbess, for being my rock,"
The Abbess beams benevolently, before gently releasing her embrace of you and taking a step back, "Would you take my confession as well then, Father?" she asks with soft intensity, and you can but nod, how could you refuse such a faithful and loyal woman? With a sigh The Abbess reaches down and languidly pulls her habit up over her head, baring her form to you for the first time in many years. Her hips were wide, her thighs toned, her form voluptuous, and her weighty breasts put even Karina's to shame. Here was an Abbess, not a Sister. She kneels before you, her eyes unblinking as she stares at your rising Instrument of God and begins, "Bless me Father, for I have sinned," purrs Abbess Jihyo, "My last Confession was one week ago, and I have felt the sin of Lust upon me..."
Some time later, and Abbess Jihyo's head bobs steadily between your thighs, your Holy Sacrament pouring down her throat, and you groan,
"Amen!"
ENDNOTES:
1. Cluny Abbey was a powerful monastery in 12th Century France that would serve as a font for much writing and debate, and also would serve as a hub for the Benedictine Order of Monks. While this work takes place in roughly the 15th Century, I thought it a nice touch to include this reference.
2. Childhood mortality up until the 1800s was appallingly high, so it was not uncommon for important families to wait until they were past the worst ages before sending them off for alliances and the like.
3. Prince-Electors were the leading men of the Holy Roman Empire, and were able to vote on the new Emperor, giving them great leverage over the ruling Hapsburg dynasty.
4. The trumpet sounded to herald the apocalypse in the Book of Revelations.
5. A Saint notable for the smiting of the unholy.
6. Priestly chastity was not an enforced doctrine until fairly late into the Medieval era, and was more due to political concerns than anything else. High ranking church officials kept having mistresses, and then appointing their "nephews" as their successors, creating in effect Feudal bloodlines which were not the Thoecratic ideal. Low-level officials continued having mistresses well into the Reformation era.
7. Confessional Booths came about due to the exact reasons seen in this fic, priests kept pressuring women to sleep with them to receive God's forgiveness, and it was such a massive issue that these booths were widely used.
8. Saint Pelagia was a famous prostitute who converted and lived in isolation following a speech by a local bishop, the Pose part is a joke lol.
9. Saint Vitalis was famous for his work in visiting local prostitutes and convincing them to give up their sinful ways.
10. The miraculous beam of light that blinded Saint Paul outside of Damascus and granted him a revelation, causing him to have a change of heart
11. Saint Mary of Egypt was yet another prostitute who left that life to live in pious isolation.
12. Another name for the Virgin Mary, often shown in a loving or caring context.
13. Saint Teresa was a nun who had a dream about being stabbed by an angel with a burning spear, symbolizing God's love. While more cynical readers might interpret this as her having a particularly powerful wet dream about Jesus.
the best birthday party you've ever been to, even if you still don't know the birthday girl
🎤︎︎ wooyoung x fem!reader | college au series, part 12/?
🎤︎︎ 18+ | 8.6k words | reader is the host of a sex podcast, wooyoung is a frat boy whore, yunho is an angel sent from heaven above, Park Jihyo | smut minors dni, closet lesbo sex, dirty talk, oral sex f!receiving, i dont think i have to tag anything else. i literally have been writing since 11 am and i want everyone to pick up on a Certain Thing so bad
“I’M NERVOUS. WHY ARE YOU not nervous? What if they start talking about Unscripted? How do I act normal? How do you act normal?”
You sigh, closing the car door behind you, thanking the driver one last time. Yunjin’s asked about thirty different versions of the same questions all the way to the Penny, and you don’t have any more answers for her.
“If you can’t answer, then don’t say anything.”
“But Sannie knows I’ve been listening,” she whines, head dipping backward as she follows behind you with a steady stride. “He’s gonna want to know my thoughts and feelings.”
“Then keep it vague,” you shrug. “Say what you think without saying too much. Just enough to keep him entertained.”
She smacks her teeth, heels scruffing against the pavement. “You’re a good liar, not me. Clearly.” You whip your head around to narrow your eyes at her. Shades covering her eyes, she grins, “Am I wrong?”
“No,” you huff. “But you’re either mad at me or you’re not. Don’t drag it out.”
She whines again, the vodka on her tongue already speaking for her, “I’m not mad at you, I’m sorry. It’s just fucking crazy and I’m scared I’m gonna slip up.”
You come to a full stop at the entrance, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re not gonna slip up because you’re my best friend and you love me and you’d hate yourself if you ruined my life.”
She nods. “Yes. Yes to all of that. You’re right.”
“Okay,” you nod, assured, then rip the front door to the Penny open.
Immediately you’re hit with the scents of grease and liquor, bright music pounding through the dimly lit bar. The small tables were put away again, replaced with taller ones, they premeditated the standing room needed tonight. And thank fucking god, because once again, the Lucky Penny is packed.
There’s streamers, balloons, a banner for whoever the fuck’s birthday it is. You think Jihyo invited all of you to get bodies into the bar, even if the Penny is usually packed on weekends anyway, they rarely have any issues getting people inside.
You and Yunjin decided to match again, different versions of the same outfit, long pants on your legs, heels on your feet. You have on a white, high-necked top while hers is low-cut and black, your jewelry even complimented one another. Your shades are on your head instead of over your eyes, she insists that you get at least one picture with them on.
You spent the second half of yesterday together, once again discussing the technicalities of Unscripted, how you’ve managed to keep a double life for so long. You answered all her questions, broke down stories, told her every little secret she wanted to know. By the end of it she came to the conclusion that even though you kept so much from her, it’s kinda cool that it’s you. She lives with a micro-celebrity. Her words.
It’s strange, liberating, in a way, that someone knows. Terrifying, but freeing that there’s a person who knows all of you, the secrets, the voice, the humor, all of it. Thank god it’s Yunjin.
“I see them,” Yunjin says from behind you, pointing towards the back of the bar. You follow her line of sight, spotting San, Yunho, Mingi, Jongho. “Should we get a drink first?”
“Should we get a drink and find the girls first?” you counter. “We’re here for someone’s birthday. Whose is it again?”
“Mina,” Yunjin reminds you. “Jihyo’s friend, I think they’ve been friends for a long time, I don't know. Let’s go to the bar.”
You follow behind her after she skirts in front of you, leaving her wrist for you to grab as she pulls you into the mob of people. You should be used to it by now, swimming through the horde of people gathered in layers around the bar, but getting pushed and shoved while you’re also pushing and shoving just to get a fucking drink is too aggravating to be considered regular.
Yunjin spots Sana and Momo before you do, tugging you forward until you’re in their line of sight, screams and squeals from the two making the crowd part to let you through. Your greetings were the same, shouted in squeals and pitched noises, side hugs and cheek-kisses like you haven’t seen each other in a month.
“You made it!” Sana beams, chocolate brown hair similar to Jen’s down, waved like she went to a salon for a fresh blowout. “Ji will be so happy, she put her whole soul into planning this.”
Your chest warms at another mention of her name, remembering your conversation with Yunho.
“Beer is free tonight,” Momo explains, her grin wide and excited. “We bought two kegs from the Penny. Miller, unforch.” You can’t help your smile, fully amused. She brings her gaze to you, “We should have gotten barrels of vodka and vermouth for you, Martini Girl.”
You shake your head, waving a hand, “I can pretend to be a frat boy for the night, don’t worry about me.”
“Just tell the bartender you’re here for Mina’s party and they’ll hook you up,” Sana adds. “Start chugging, though, two kegs will go quickly. There’s more people here than we thought would show.”
You and Yunjin take the advice quickly, switching spots with Sana and Momo to flag down the bartender, double-fisting to ensure you both end up catching a buzz. You didn’t drive since your car is in the shop, but you still want the twenty-dollar Uber to be worth it. Knowing Yunho, he’ll pay for the Uber ride home.
Wait— can you even assume you’re going home with Yunho anymore? Since you’re no longer exclusive, that means he… He could go home with someone else. You could go home with someone else. You don’t know what feeling is blooming in your chest, but it doesn’t feel right.
You find yourself beelining toward him, feet moving without a second thought, you don’t even tell Yunjin or the other two that you’re leaving. Your beer sways in the two glasses, toppling over the sides as you skip over shoes and slide between pockets of bodies, pushing yourself toward the tall table the four massive men stand at.
Your glasses hitting the table introduce your presence before anyone has noticed you snuck up. Yunho’s head snaps, mid-sentence, brows tied together before his face expands in a beaming smile. “There you are, sunshine.”
Relief washes over you at the sight. He bends down to press his lips to yours, a short peck, soft and sweet, he tastes like beer, like chapstick. Like Yunho.
“Double fisting?” he asks, teasing, eyeing up your two beers. “Planning to get fucked up?”
You snort, “Just ensuring I milk the kegs before they’re tapped.” You greet the rest of the table as Yunjin finally catches up, sliding between San and Jongho, setting her two draft glasses on the table, too.
“Damn,” Jongho says, gaze bouncing between your four glasses taking up half the table, including their own glasses. “Might as well have brought a pitcher over.”
“Can we do that?” Yunjin pops a chocolate brow over her shades. “Is that allowed?”
Mingi asks, “Why wouldn’t it be?”
You’re quick to jump in, “Because the beers are free and a pitcher feels…” Your lips scrunch, brows furrowing, “I don’t know. Feels mooch-y.”
San laughs, “And four beers isn’t?”
“Sana told us to get it before it’s gone!” Yunjin is laughing as she brings her beer up to her lips, taking a deep gulp.
Jongho is about to argue again but Yunho cuts him off, “You go get a pitcher.”
“Yeah,” Yunjin nods, glass hitting the table again. “You go get a pitcher, since you want one so bad.”
Your eyes are bouncing back and forth to each face, smile growing with each interaction, every comeback. Jongho scowls as he moves from the table, no doubt thinking about what a climb it will be to get back up to the bar. At least he brings his beer with him.
“So,” Yunho starts, leaning down to get close to your ear. His breath is hot against your skin, it makes you shiver. “See anyone yet?”
Your cheeks heat up, eyes widening at the question. You take a swig of your beer, hoping the chilled carbonation will cool you off a bit. “No,” you mutter softly, turning your head to face him. His hair is down, curly over his forehead, almost touching his lashes. “I came straight to you.”
His face flattens out, but there’s humor in his pretty eyes. “Boring.”
You smack your teeth with your lips and smack his arm with the back of your hand, a laugh falling out of your open mouth. “Not boring, Jeong Yunho.”
He giggles, goading you, “Come on, it’s your first night of freedom. Start shopping.”
Shopping. You push the memory out as your eyes travel over the crowd, loosing a heavy breath as absolutely fucking no one catches your attention. Not that no one here is attractive– but there’s no one who you’d want one night of really hot, intense fucking with.
You’re pouting as you glance back at Yunho. “I don’t think I’m gonna be good at this.”
“You don’t think so?” His brows sit high, a playful grin on his lips like he knows something you don’t. His chin dips in the direction you were just looking at, “Look again, baby.”
You turn, faces blending together, bodies moving as one until you see her. As if she’s beneath a fucking spotlight, her golden, tanned skin sparkles in the pockets of her cut-out, black mini dress. Her dark hair flows down her back, curled, shiny, so pretty. She looks so fucking sexy your heartbeat picks up in your chest.
You look back at Yunho, cheeks hot, the tips of your ears on fire, “Fuck.”
He laughs with his head tipped backward before he brings his beer up to his lips. “Told you,” he says with a little shrug. “You’ll be just fine. Go talk to her.”
“No!” you whisper, well, more like a whisper-yell. “I can’t go hit on her.”
“Why not?” he’s still smiling as he asks, amused by you. “Fine. Go tell her she did a great job with the party or something.”
“That’s so fucking corny,” you groan, shaking your head as you bring your beer back up to your lips again.
San cuts in from across the table, “What are you two whispering about over there?”
You’ve barely swallowed your gulp of beer before you’re blurting, “Nothing!” Your gaze lands on Yunjin, and her eyes narrow. “Fine,” your lips flatten. “Yunho wants me to go hit on Jihyo.”
The table falls into a confused silence. Mingi breaks it by asking, “You’re gay?”
“Aren’t you two together?” San adds on.
“Like, our Jihyo?” Yunjin adds on, and your head bobbles between the three of them, each question adding another layer of frustration.
All you can do is groan. A pitiful, droning groan, instinctively you bring your beer back up to your lips.
“We’re not exclusive anymore,” Yunho answers for you. “And she has her eye on your Jihyo, yes. Gay question isn’t mine to answer.”
“Mind you, you had all day yesterday to tell me about this,” Yunjin’s eyes are still narrowed at you.
Your cheeks are flaming, hiding beneath your glass of beer. “Baby steps?” you offer with a tiny shrug.
Yunjin sighs, “I’ll take it, I guess.”
The conversation moves on, but your head keeps turning involuntarily, taking small glances at her. She's in heels, her muscled calves flexing each time she moves her body, shifting her stance. Fuck, she looks hot. She always looks hot. She looks especially hot tonight.
When you look back at Yunho, he’s already looking at you. Then his brows raise as if he’s saying you gonna do it, or what? Your lips purse, heartbeat picking up again. You don’t think you’ve ever approached someone with the sole intention of flirting with them in your life.
This past month has been filled with so many firsts for you. What’s one more?
You pick up your beer and chug the rest of it down, it’s screaming all the way down your throat, the taste not wonderful but not unbearable either. It’s the bubbles, the carbonation, but you wipe your lips with the back of your hand, look at Yunho with a determined expression, and nod.
He grins, “That’s my girl.”
“Are you going?” San asks, thick, dark brows wiggling. “Should we give you a pep talk? Act like we’re sending you off to war?”
You try to scowl at him, but your lips curve at the corners. “Go fuck Jen in the bathroom or something.”
“Go fuck Jihyo in the bathroom or something,” he fires back automatically.
“Maybe I will, bitch,” it comes out of your mouth before you can think about it and your palm flies over your mouth, shocked that you just fucking said that. Maybe the Miller gave you a little more than just courage.
San howls with laughter. “Fuck yes, do it.”
Your cheeks are warm, and that definitely wasn’t a pep talk, but for some reason it feels like what you needed. You turn on your heel, breath pushing out of your circled lips shakily as you wipe your sweaty palm on your pant leg. Your other hand holds your other, full beer.
She’s mid-conversation as you approach her, and before speaking, interrupting, you lay your hand softly on her shoulder blade. “Just wanted to say hi.”
She just about fucking screams when she sees you. Forgetting her conversation completely, she throws her arms around you, yelling, “You came! You came! I’m so happy!”
You laugh into her arms, pretending you don’t care about her body pressed against yours, that you didn’t come over here with an ulterior motive. “Of course I did, you invited me.”
She keeps her hands on your shoulders as she pulls away, barely keeping space between you, she’s beaming, her cheeks flushed. You keep catching the gloss on her lips as she barrages you with questions, “How are you? Who are you here with? Is Jen here?”
You point behind you, and her eyes follow. “She’s here, we invited some of the guys we’re friends with.”
“Oh,” her brows furrow as she waves her manicured hand. “They’re already all looking over here.”
Your face drops, you turn your head and scowl in their direction, just to catch them all staring at you. When they catch your expression they all turn away, caught. Guilty. Fuckers.
“Isn’t the blonde one yours?” she asks, brows wiggling. “He’s hot. Tall.”
“He’s not mine,” you blurt, shaking your head. Fuck, this is harder than you thought it’d be. “We’re not exclusive, I’m– I’m fully single.”
“Oh,” she says like this is the most scandalous information she’s ever heard. “My girl who’s committed to being committed is in a non-exclusive relationship? Who are you?”
“I’m me,” you smile, eyes finding the floor for a millisecond. You shrug, “Just… different now. I guess.”
“I’m proud of you,” she nods, one arm that was holding onto your shoulder sliding down to pet your bicep. You physically have to stop yourself from shivering at the contact. She’s taller than you in her heels, looking down at you as she says it, her soft palm brushing your bare skin…
“Thank you,” you murmur, cheeks heating up again. “This place looks great– I– you look great.”
“Yeah?” She beams, taking a step back to look down at her own outfit. “I know it’s Mina’s birthday, but since I planned it I figured I have to look good, too.”
“You do,” you affirm her, looking at her outfit with her, nodding your head. You run a hand through your hair. Why is this so hard? How do you start flirting with a girl who’s your friend? How do you un-friend your friend? How do you even flirt?
Someone grabs at her wrist, a small girl, long, black hair, she’s beaming at her. You can only assume that’s Mina. “Ji! There’s someone I want you to meet!”
Jihyo nods toward her, and then the girl is tugging at her arm, and Jihyo shoots you an apologetic look. “I’ll find you later!”
“Don’t worry about it!” you wave your hand, feeling a pang of disappointment in your gut. Fuck. You absolutely fumbled that. Fuck.
You turn back to your friends with regret heavy in your eyes. You take another gulp of beer before deflating into the table, debating guzzling the pitcher Jongho brought back.
“How’d it go?” Yunho asks as soon as you’re back in ear shot. You scowl. His lips flatten. “Can you give me more than just a look?”
You pout. “I barely got to say anything before the birthday girl pulled her away. Damn, I didn’t even say happy birthday.”
“You have all night,” San assures you from across the table.
Mingi cooes, “Oh my god, baby’s first gay-crush.”
You don’t even have the time to roll your eyes before Jongho starts cracking up, “What the fuck did I miss?”
“A lot,” you gruff out, picking up your beer again.
Yunho lowers it before you can bring it up to your lips, “Pace yourself, sunshine. We literally have all night.”
“Damn, no Jihyo and now no beer?” you complain, but your words are playful. “So bossy.”
“You know bossy, and that wasn’t bossy,” he reminds you, voice sliding into that velvety cadence.
Your gut warms. “Don’t start with that or else I’ll really give up on Jihyo.”
His grin is bright, satisfied. “You’re funny tonight.”
“I’m always funny,” you quip, slightly offended.
“I don’t even know how to flirt with her,” you’re talking to the table now. “How do you flirt with a girl who’s your friend?”
Yunjin answers, “You do know she’s super gay, right? Like she fucks with dudes but not nearly as much as women? I don’t think you even have to try that hard, she probably saw you all cute and flustered while you were talking to her.”
If your cheeks get any hotter, you might overheat like a cell phone on a fucking beach. Your elbow lands on the table, palm hitting your forehead. “I’m not cut out for this life.”
The table responds by laughing. The conversation moves on, San talks about the gym, Yunho talks about the really good weed he bought from a guy in his public speaking class, Mingi talks about the girl he slept with last weekend, and Jongho tells him he slept with her the weekend before.
You don’t have anything to add except a joke here and there or laughing along with the table. You can feel the absence of one, you catch yourself scanning the room, looking for a familiar head of black hair and bronzy skin. You don’t see him. You let the thought pass.
Mingi pulls you back to the conversation by asking, “Did you guys listen to the new episode of Unscripted?”
Yunjin’s eyes lift to yours. Your expression doesn’t so much as flicker.
“I listened!” San beams. “I think every single person in this room listened. Who’s side are you guys on?”
Yunho, without missing a beat, answers, “Mister Tall and Dominant.”
Your expression cracks, a smile forcing its way through the mask. He didn’t tell his friends it’s you— well, that it’s him.
Yunjin nods, “Same.” She’s definitely speaking just to add something to the conversation, because you know she’s team Wooyoung.
“What?” San gawks at the table, “Are you shitting me? She’s obviously in love with Mister Piss-Me-Off.”
“No she’s not,” you find yourself arguing. Defensively, too.
San looks at you like you’re ridiculous. “Did you listen to the way she talked about him? It was word vomit, she’s obsessed.”
There’s warning in the hinge of Yunjin’s jaw. You shrug, “I don’t know. I just don’t think it’s that serious. Unscripted fucks a new person every week, let’s be honest with ourselves here.”
“That’s true,” Mingi adds. “Just another fling. Content for the pod.”
“I didn’t even listen,” Jongho reveals, “but everyone keeps fucking talking about it. Who cares who she fucks?”
“We do, apparently,” Yunho adds with a little laugh, picking up his beer again. You should buy him something. Or fuck him really, really good tomorrow.
Yunjin’s body is so tight you think she might explode. “Can we go to the bathroom?” she asks, keeping her voice light, but you can hear the panic lining her tone because you know her.
You nod, sliding from the table, meeting her on the other side before walking with her toward the bathroom. She waits until you’re out of earshot before exploding, “How did you do that? How do you do that? I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack!”
You snort, rolling your eyes, “You did fine, Jen. You’re fine.”
“Does Yunho know?”
“He thinks I submitted the story,” you explain, approaching the neon pink Girls Room sign. The line isn’t too long, you lower your voice as you walk towards the end of it. “He knows it’s about him, but he doesn’t think I’m… Her.”
“How the hell did he figure that out?”
You shrug, “Don’t know, but he came to the conclusion on his own. I just agreed.”
Yunjin sighs. “He’s so fucking smart, but he’s kinda stupid at the same time.”
You giggle. “I don’t think he’s stupid at all, he’s like, one thought process away from putting all the pieces together.”
She presses her back up against the wall, brows furrowed over her shades. “That doesn’t scare you?”
“It does,” you nod. “I don’t know… he’s kind. I trust him. He didn’t tell everyone else the story was about him, I think if he ended up figuring it out, he’d keep it to himself, too.”
Her head tilts. “You don’t think he’d be upset that you kept it from him?”
“I mean, do you think he has a right to?”
Her lips purse, shoulders shrugging. “Maybe.”
You think on it, taking the spot beside her, sighing as you back up against the wall. You turn your head to her, “Do you really think Jihyo saw my flustered-ness as cute?”
She wears a lazy grin as she turns her head to you. “I think you’re cute when you’re flustered, so there’s no way she didn’t.”
Your smile brightens, cheeks warming all over again. It’s too fucking early into the night to break the seal, but you do anyway because the sound of the sinks running makes your bladder feel heavier than it’s ever been.
On the way back to the table, you spot her again. She’s talking to someone else you don’t know, a guy, tall, buff. He’s kinda hot. Her body language is friendly but your stomach jumps in warning, your mind and your legs are in agreement as you part ways with Yunjin to purposely interrupt her conversation this time.
“I found you first,” you say, cutting off whatever this fuckass guy is saying.
Jihyo beams, “And thank god you did.”
The guy pouts, “Why’s it suddenly fuck me?”
Jihyo laughs, smooth and pretty, “Sorry, Johnny.” She introduces the two of you, and then turns her attention fully on you. “Those pants make your legs look so fucking long. Is your top backless?”
You do a little spin, and she whistles. Whistles. Your cheeks are fucking burning when you turn back to her, and you desperately wish you had your beer.
She reads your mind. “Where’s your drink?”
You look at her empty hands. “Where’s yours?”
Her lips tighten in a grin. “Touché, let’s go to the bar.”
She grabs your hand and electricity shoots up your spine, excitement, adrenaline. Is this working? Are you doing it? You can’t tell. Your eyes drop while following behind her, taking in her curves, the way her hips way with every hurried step. She cuts through the layers of people before the bar like she’s the human version of a sword, shoulders back as she tugs you all the way up to the front.
She doesn’t let go of your hand when she gets up to the bar. She swings her upper half over the deep oak, giving you a perfect view of the way her shiny hair glistens under the lighting, how her back arches, ass poking out. She calls over the bartender like he’s working for her.
She orders two shots and two beers. Your brow pops as you lean in almost over her shoulder, “Shots aren’t free, Ji. Just get beers.”
Her head tilts, a tiny smirk on her lips. “I can’t buy you a shot?”
Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “Oh. Yes, you can. Thank you.”
Her smile widens, a tiny laugh falling off her tongue. “You’re so cute.”
Coming from her, you think maybe you don’t want to be cute. Coming from Yunjin, sure, cute is fine, but coming from Jihyo? You want to be as sexy as you think she is. You chew on your bottom lip, your cheeks flame anyway.
The bartender brings your shots and she thanks him, yelling an ‘add it to my tab’ before she hands one to you. It’s clear, vodka, your throat is already burning before a drop has touched your tongue.
“Cheers to new beginnings,” she holds up her plastic shot glass to you. “New beginnings, a new mindset, and freedom that you didn’t have before.”
You tease, “We’re still celebrating my breakup?”
“No, baby,” she shakes her head, smirk still playing on her lips. “I told you that you’re not a passive girl. You’re out of the funk.”
Baby sounds different on her lips now. Heat curls as you clink your plastic shot glass with hers, and shoot the vodka back. You whistle as you slam it back on the bar, sipping the beer that was waiting for you, letting it wash the aftertaste off the back of your throat.
“Fuck, I drink vodka, and taking shots still fucking burns,” you’re wiping off your lips again as you turn back to her, she looks unbothered as ever. “How are you not cringing?”
She shrugs, “I’m older than you. More experience.”
“You’re older than me by one year, Ji,” you almost roll your eyes, smile bending your lips. “How much more experience can you have?”
“A lot,” she says coolly before sipping her beer. “Trust me.”
Are you still talking about vodka? You can’t tell. Heat blooms, and whether it's from her words, the liquor, both, you don’t care.
“Tell me about the guy,” she starts again, still leaning up against the bar. She's holding her glass with two hands, hair off her shoulders, chest on display. She's radiating the same comforting dominance she always has, the one that makes you want to obey without even realizing you’re doing it.
“Yunho?” you question. “The tall, blonde one?”
“The one you’re casually fucking,” she corrects, or points out, you don’t know.
Your legs cross as you lean up against the bar, too. “He’s sweet. He takes care of me.”
She hums, looking you up and down, and doesn’t do a damn thing to hide it. “Do you need to be taken care of?”
“Sometimes,” you answer, feeling the weight of her gaze. “Sometimes not.”
Her smile grows. “Good,” she leans forward a little more, closing some of the distance between you. “Is he taking care of you tonight?”
Your heartbeat picks up, mouth going dry. You sip your beer, and then shake your head. “N-no, he’s not.”
She looks like she’s won, satisfied as hell. “Do you want to dance with me?”
You’re nodding profusely, you don’t even say the word yes before she’s grabbing your hand again and tugging you toward the dance floor.
Wooyoung’s getting real sick of the Lucky Penny. He feels like he’s spending his entire fucking week in the step-above-shithole bar, but maybe he’s just allowing himself be angry at the Penny because the alternative is too damning. It’s been two days and it’s still eating him alive, the way you looked at him in his car, like you never want to speak to him again. He doesn’t know why that hurts the way it does.
He shouldn’t care, oh, he shouldn’t give a flying fuck. But he does, and he fucking hates it.
The way he came home to Yunho with fucking word vomit, getting the entire sequence of events off his chest because he felt guilty. He didn’t even do anything and he felt fucking guilty. The batting cage, the diner, he never should have done any of it knowing that you and Yunho are exclusive. He shouldn’t have let himself get to know you any better, and he sure as hell shouldn’t have let you know him.
But it’s so fucking hard to stop himself when he’s around you. Usually it’s his dick controlling him, and… and– and it still is. He just wants to fuck you. He’s gotten a taste of you, and he’s hungry for the rest.
He has to tell himself that with every pretty face that looks at him inside the Penny. Every wink, every longing stare, every fuckable face he sees he has to remind himself that the only reason you’re on his mind is because he’d rather fuck you.
He didn’t mean to be late tonight. Every outfit in his closet didn’t seem appropriate, and by the time he was on the fifth outfit he almost yelled out in frustration because when the fuck has he ever cared about his outfit? No one in the Penny is looking at his goddamn outfit. Every woman whose eyes land on him is thinking he’s sexy, or they’ve heard he’s great in bed and they’re wondering if it’s true, every woman is debating if they’ll have a chance to find out, tonight. And they won’t. None of them will fucking know because you’re suddenly a drug, a fucking poison he accidentally injected into his veins.
It’s disgusting. He needs to get drunk.
He approaches the bar, slams his card on the oak. The bartender tells him something about a keg, he orders whiskey on the fucking rocks. He’s not drinking draft Miller fucking Lite tonight.
“Oh no,” Sana approaches him, a glass of beer in one hand. She looks pretty, hair tied back, showing enough skin that usually would make Wooyoung want to find out what the rest looks like. “It’s gotten worse. What’s wrong with you?”
He takes a swig of whiskey, doesn’t cringe as it burns its way down. “Nothing,” he answers. Short, definitely not sweet.
“Should you be here with an attitude like that?” she asks, brows raised. “Drinking hard liquor, of all things?”
He gives her a blank stare. “I don’t have an attitude.”
“Let me ask you something, then,” she stands a little straighter. “If I asked you to fuck me in the bathroom right now, would you do it?”
“I just got here,” he answers, voice flat. “Can you ask me after I’ve made my rounds? Scouted the rest?”
She laughs, but it’s hollow. “Glad to find out the whore is still in there. For a second, I thought you were upset about a girl.”
He gives her a look, eyes hard, brows flat. His jaw clenches as he swallows down some more whiskey. “I’ll never be upset about a girl, Sana. You know that.”
She looks at him sideways like she doesn’t really believe him. “Whatever you have going on, you better fix it real quick. No one wants a miserable man drinking hard fucking liquor at a birthday party.”
She turns on her heel, miniskirt dancing on her hips as she disappears into the crowd. Something tight within his chest unwinds as her words sink in. She’s right. Anger isn’t a fucking party favor. He sighs, more so pushes whatever he can get out from his chest, hoping it’s all the frustration and confusion that’s bottled up inside him.
He rolls his shoulders before walking through the crowd, ignoring the eyes, saying hi here and there to those who say hi to him, he spots San before anyone else. He doesn’t know how he recognized him, he’s currently mauling Yunjin’s face off, standing beside a tall table filled with a half-filled pitcher of beer and eight tall glasses. Some empty, some full, some half-empty.
Mingi and Jongho are talking, clearly trying to ignore the way San’s basically having sex in the middle of the bar. He approaches the two, “Not watching the show?”
“That’s something only someone like you would enjoy,” Jongho grins, clasping Wooyoung’s hand.
Mingi does the same before adding, “Are you about to?”
“Not in the mood,” Wooyoung shrugs his shoulders. “Who else is here?”
Jongho points toward Yunho, who’s standing a foot behind Wooyoung. His brows furrow, “The fuck is he doing?”
“Go find out,” Mingi says, full of amusement.
Wooyoung’s brows furrow, but he walks up to Yunho anyway, curious. He’s facing the dance floor, Wooyoung follows his line of sight, squinting as he tries to find what the older man is looking at.
His stomach drops when he sees it. You’re… you’re kissing someone. You’re kissing a girl. You’re kissing the only fucking girl in that goddamn friend group that he hasn’t fucked. Yunho might have to pick his jaw up from the floor.
“You’re– you’re watching this?” Wooyoung’s voice is shakier than he wants it to be.
Yunho smiles. “I’m about to stop, it feels weird to watch. They just started making out.”
Wooyoung doesn’t understand. His mind is moving a mile a fucking minute. He asks, “You’re okay with that?”
Yunho finally looks at him, and he’s wearing a prideful smile. “Of course I’m okay with it.” Wooyoung blinks at him. Once, twice. Yunho laughs like he can’t help it. “We’re not exclusive anymore.”
Wooyoung’s jaw might be on the floor again. “Are you serious?”
Yunho nods, “Sorry it didn’t happen before she tried to kiss you.”
Wooyoung’s face drops, and so does his stomach. You told him?
He starts, guilt lining his tone, “Yun–”
“Don’t apologize,” Yunho shakes his head. “We’re cool.”
Wooyoung nods, and his eyes betray him as they lead out to the dance floor again. He doesn’t even fucking know her name, but your hands are on her cheeks, her hands on your waist, no– one hand is on your waist, the other is on your ass, squeezing it. You’re kissing her like you can’t get enough of her, like there isn’t a single part of you that’s second-guessing it, like you want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything.
He swallows. He can feel the whiskey at the bottom of his stomach, heavy, leaden. You’re– you’re kissing someone else. You’re kissing a fucking girl. You just ended exclusivity with Yunho and you’re kissing someone fucking else?
He turns, walking past Yunho, past Mingi, Jongho, past San and Yunjin who look like they don’t even need air to breathe anymore. He sets the half-full glass of whiskey on the table, and announces to anyone who can fucking hear him, “I’m leaving.”
Jongho calls from behind him, “You just fucking got here!”
Wooyoung ignores him, then ignores every other person who tries to get his attention before he leaves the Lucky Penny.
Jihyo kisses you differently than Yunho kisses you. Different from Wooyoung. From Yeonjun. She kisses you like she’s trying to prove something, no, like she wants you to prove something. Like there’s still a part of you shielded, a part of you that’s begging to be released, and she wants to be the one to pull it out of you. Where her hands go, you arch into her touch. When her tongue pries your lips open, you let her explore until it evokes a soft moan from the back of your throat. When your hands finally find her cheeks, when one drops to her waist, her soft sigh makes your brain short-circuit.
You made her make a noise. A sound. Of pleasure. You did that.
Your eyes open in surprise just to see her lips parted, her head tipped back, her spine bent toward you. The sight of someone else swimming in a haze of pleasure has never been so fucking beautiful. It’s sheer instinct to kiss her again, harder this time, your tongue pushing past her lips, your hands on her hips, needing more of her.
You’ve imagined this a thousand times, usually alone, in your bed, sometime around twilight. You’ve imagined her, her face blown out with pleasure, dark eyes heavy with arousal, and in each and every daydream, you’ve been the reason why. You didn’t think it could feel this good, even just from some fucking kissing, to make someone else feel good.
Her nails dig into the fabric of your pants, sinking into your skin beneath. You hiss into her mouth and she smiles into the kiss, “What is this, baby?”
“What?” you ask, brain cloudy, consumed with lust.
“Are we just gonna make out on the dance floor?” she asks, then her teeth grab onto your bottom lip, biting soft enough to tease. “Or do I get more of you?”
Her chest presses against yours, your brows furrow, jaw cracking open. “You– you want more?”
“Are you kidding me?” she asks with a little laugh, and even that makes your gut churn with heat. “Do you want more?”
“I–” you’re panting, breaths layered. “Yes– yeah, I want– yes.”
Her grin turns to a nasty smirk, “Come.”
She tugs on your hand, pulling you through the crowd, and your eyes drift over the heads to your left. He’s exactly where you left him, with Mingi, with Jongho, they’re laughing about something. Like he can feel your gaze, his head turns, meeting your eye. He smiles, and it’s so fucking full of warmth that it eases something inside you that you didn’t realize needed to be eased.
You’re smiling, too, as Jihyo tugs you through the crowd, turning a corner around the entrance to the bathrooms, tugging on the bronze door handle to what looks like a coat closet. Or a supply closet.
You don’t have time to decipher which, because as soon as she gets you inside the closet, she has you pinned to the door. Her lips are on yours again, sloppier, like her restraint is running thin, you hear the door lock before her hands push your hips into the door.
Your hands fly to her hair, fingers tangling at the nape of her neck, tugging ever so slightly. Her neck bends backward with a sharp sound, and you follow, attaching your lips again because even a fucking second without it is too long.
Her hands slide up your waist, cupping over your chest, squeezing your boobs through your bra. Your hips twitch, canting forward, the tips of your tongues still touching.
“This your first time?” she asks, panting. “With a girl?”
You nod, voice breathy and layered, “Yeah.” She smiles wide, her eyes flaring. You laugh a little, “What?”
“You should be happy it’s me,” she whispers, huskier now. Her hands slide down to your hips, one hand coming to the center to toy with the button to your pants.
“Yeah?” There’s cockiness in your tone, from a part of yourself that you haven’t cracked open yet. It’s dark in the closet, the light seeping through the bottom of the door lighting her face from below. “You wanna take care of me?”
“Do you need to be taken care of?” she asks again, head tilting. One of her fingers slips into the waistband of your pants, tugging them toward her.
You don’t. You want to show her that you don’t.
One hand slides around her waist, turning her swiftly until her back is pressed up against the door. She laughs, and it’s arrogant as hell, “You wanna take care of me?”
“I can take care of you,” you murmur, now the words feel less foreign on your tongue. You think of the sound she made earlier, the soft noise of pleasure you pulled from her. You want to hear it again.
The way her grin beams with pride only makes you kiss her harder, more confidence in your hands, pressing into the skin you can feel in the cutouts of her dress. She hooks a leg around you and you slot one leg between hers, pressing exactly where you know she needs it.
She gasps, her manicured nails finding your shoulders, her hips immediately grinding up against your pant leg. You dip your head under her jawline, leaving open-mouthed kisses down her neck as her hips work against your thigh.
One hand finds her ass as you murmur, “Yes.” She moans and a surge of heat boils through your blood, especially as her head dips back. It thuds against the door, giving you access to her neck. Your lips suck at the spot where her neck meets her chest, just above her collarbone.
She moans a little louder, mumbling a choked out ‘fuck’ as she works up a rhythm against your thigh. You can feel the heat, the wetness seeping through, you want to clench your thighs together. You want to feel it. You want to taste it.
Your hands slide up her waist, fingers settling over her chest, squeezing. She squeaks out another moan, one of her hands tugging at your roots, making you moan, too.
You tug at her straps, sliding them down her arms until she gets herself free. You reach behind her, two hands working the clasp of her bra until you pull it off of her, throwing it on the floor.
Fuck. “You’re so fucking sexy, Ji, oh my god.”
“Please,” she whimpers. Whimpers. You think you might have moaned again at the sound. “I wanna see you, too.”
You untie your top at the back of your neck, letting it fall over the front of your pants until it pools at your hips. You don’t give her a chance to compliment you back, kissing her again, and her hips pick back up the rhythm against your thigh, harder this time.
“Shit, Ji,” you choke out, grabbing at the hem of her dress, tugging it upward, watching how she drags her panty-clad cunt over your thigh. “Yes, use me, fuck.”
“Want you,” she mutters, thick with arousal. “Want more. Mouth, fingers, I don’t care.”
Her panties, thin, black and lacy, you slide your palm underneath the waistband, greeted with a thick wetness, so much fucking wetness that you gasp.
“Holy shit, you’re wet,” you marvel.
She giggles, throwing her head back against the door again. “All for you, baby. You wanna taste it?”
Keeping your eyes on her, you pull your hand from her panties, and bring your fingers to your mouth. Tangy sweet, her brows knit together at the sight of you shoving your fingers past your lips, tasting her, enjoying her.
“Sweet,” you tease, and her hips jerk at the word. You want more. You want to taste all the wetness that's built up for you.
Sinking down to your knees, she watches as you reach up for her panties, slowly dragging them down her toned, muscled legs. “Tell me…” you trail off, searching for the words. “Tell me if you like it. Okay?”
“You know what to do,” she assures you, nodding. “But I’ll tell you, baby.”
You throw her leg over her shoulder, fingers dancing over her soft skin, feeling the dips of her muscles as your lips press small kisses toward the apex of her thighs. Her breathing grows labored, her hips twitching toward you.
You finally look at her core, glistening even under the darkness of the closet. You curse under your breath at the sight, so fucking beautiful, you’re throbbing, your own hips twitching, trying to get some kind of friction in your pants.
Like a dog to a fucking bone, you bring your lips to her core, pressing one soft, steady kiss to her clit. She hisses, one hand flying to your hair and you welcome it as your tongue pokes out from between your lips, tasting her from bottom to top.
Her moan is soft, coated in relief. It gives you a little more confidence, massaging your tongue against her clit, her fingers tightening in your roots as a sharp, gasped moan tumbles off her tongue.
“Yes,” she moans out, hips twitching into your tongue. “Just like that.”
You look upward, taking in her tight brows, her parted, glossy lips. She’s enjoying this. She’s enjoying you.
One hand stays on her thigh over your shoulder, the other holds the skin just above her knee. You keep your tongue flat as she grinds herself against it, head tilting backward as she chokes out a heavy, “Fu–uck.”
Your brows tie together, a moan falling past your lips. You wrap your lips around her clit, sucking, and you feel her spine go rigid, you can hear her toes curl against the leather of her sole, the heel poking at your back. Her hips stutter, jaw clenched like she was too aware of the noise she’s making.
“Let me hear you,” you break away to say quickly, fast enough that you barely register that the words feel familiar. “Fuck whoever else hears.”
“Uh-huh,” she’s nodding as you dive back into her core again, tongue lapping at her folds, flicking at her clit in a steady rhythm.
“Holy shit,” she gasps out. “Fuck, fuck, keep doing that.”
You do, you will your head into stillness, a wall that she can fuck herself against. Her hips roll, using your head for purchase as she uses you, uses your face, your tongue.
You can feel it, the tremor in her legs, how her hips start to lose rhythm. You keep it instead, never faltering, watching as her mouth stretches wider, as her brows tie further together. She’s close.
Feeling, knowing she’s almost there is enough to keep your body a rock, you want to watch her come undone. Her moans heighten in pitch, breaking up in staccato until her breath gets caught in her chest, and then she starts to shake.
She cries out your name as she comes, fingers tightening in your hair like she might rip it out of your head, but you don’t fucking care. You eat her through it, letting her shake and convulse on your face, you lick up every last drop.
“Easy,” she finally says, breathing labored, letting go of your head. She collapses into the door, chest heaving as you sit back into your thighs, running a hand through your hair, too aware of the sweat gliding down your spine.
After a minute of just breathing, she starts to laugh. You blink at her before a smile curves your lips, and then you start laughing, too.
“I didn’t even know you liked girls,” she says, fixing her panties into place. “I’m learning so much about you tonight.”
The grin you give her is lazy, your head tilting, falling onto your shoulder. You wipe at your wet chin, “I’ve always liked girls, you’ve just always known me with a boyfriend.”
She’s shaking her head as she picks her bra up from the floor. “He’s a demon.” She’s clipping it behind her back as she asks, “Can I take care of you now?”
Your head tilts to the other side, thinking. You don’t really need more, you already got what you wanted, and the satisfaction of making her come on your face is enough. And it’s strange, different in a way you can’t pick apart, that you chose this, and you got it. And Jihyo’s still your friend.
Your grin is coy, “I don’t really know how to say no, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, or think I don’t want you or something. But I’m kinda good.”
Her brows raise as she crouches down into her calves, almost eye level with you in her heels. She smiles like she’s amused, “You’re kinda good?”
You laugh, grabbing for your straps, attempting to tie them around the back of your neck. “Not that I don’t… I don’t know. I’m tired.”
“I’m sure you are,” she drawls, amused. “You just ate pussy for the first time and did an incredible fucking job.”
Your cheeks warm. “You enjoyed it?”
“I came, did I not?” Her brows raise before she stands up again, moving around you to help you tie your top at the back of your neck again. She presses a kiss to the top of your head after finishing off the knot, “You’re like… I don’t know. Different than you were with the demon. I really am proud of you.”
You tilt your head backward to see her, and she’s just as beautiful upside down. “You think so?”
“In a good way,” she nods. “You’re more comfortable in your skin. Confident. It looks good on you.”
You beam, “Thanks, Ji.”
“Come on,” she stands up straight again, reaching for your hand. “I’m hosting, people are gonna start to notice I left to fuck one of my friends in a closet.”
You erupt into laughter as she pulls you up, shaking your head in disbelief. You can’t believe you just did that. You can, actually, because you chose to do it. You can’t wait to tell Yunho.
When you leave the closet again, everything feels brighter. It's almost as if the music is turned back on, or someone fucked with the dimness of the lighting, you aren’t sure. She keeps your fingers locked until you spot Yunho again, letting you go with a kiss to your cheek and a whispered ‘love you’ in your ear.
Your cheeks are warm again as you approach Yunho, “You’re lucky you made it, the Uber’s out front.”
You gasp, “You would have left me?”
Yunho beams. “No, silly. I would’ve sent Yunjin and San home, absolutely, but I would have stayed for you.”
“Good,” you lean into him as you sort through the mass of bodies, following behind Yunjin and San who were somehow still making out. They take a step, kiss, take a step, kiss. You look up at Yunho, “Has it been that way all night?”
“He owes me for it,” Yunho says nonchalantly. “That’s all I’m saying.”
You laugh, then you notice your purse over his shoulder, poking into your back. It warms you all over, you think this might have actually been the best day of your life. The most affirming day of your life. Almost as if you’re really one with Unscripted. You might be getting closer.
“Did you have fun?” he asks when you get outside, while San and Yunjin, then Mingi and Jongho pile into the minivan Uber.
You nod, “I can’t wait to tell you all about it.”
“I can’t wait to hear,” he says, letting you climb into the car first, then following behind you.
You think Yunjin might’ve sat on San’s lap the entire ride home. You think they might have done more in the backseat besides makeout, but you didn’t look. Ignorance is bliss.
You’re still in that state of bliss as you walk through the front door of his frat, climbing all the way up the stairs, and collapsing in Yunho’s bed as soon as it’s in sight.
Yunho closes the door behind him, “Oh, she tired you out, huh?”
“I think I tired her out,” you turn your head so you can see him, smirking at him.
He undresses himself quickly, yawning, back arching in a stretch as his pants pool at his ankles. You kick all your clothes off, too, your pants, your top.
When you climb into bed together, you lay on opposite sides, but neither of you feel the distance. And then you tell him everything, every detail, until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.
The penthouse reeks of money. Not just the marble floors or the stupidly oversized abstract art—but the air itself smells filtered, perfumed with something floral and expensive that probably costs more than my weekly groceries. I’m hunched over, scrubbing a wine stain off the ivory rug near the floor-to-ceiling windows. My back aches. Always aches. Another Tuesday, another fucking mansion filled with people who’ll never know my name.
Then… giggles. High, breathy, close. Followed by the soft hiss of steam escaping under the bathroom door down the hall. It’s thick, smelling like jasmine and vanilla bath oil. Curiosity pins me. Clients aren’t supposed to be home during cleans. I creep closer, silent in my worn sneakers. The door isn’t shut tight. Just a sliver of light spills out. I press my eye to the gap.
Heat hits me first. Moist, heavy air. Then the sight.
My clients named Jihyo, Momo, Tzuyu, Nayeon. All four housemates. Swathed in thin, pink silk robes clinging to damp skin. Steam curls around them like hungry ghosts. They’re crowded around the vast, fogged mirror above the double vanity. No makeup. Hair wet, dark and slick against flushed necks and shoulders. They look… unreal. Like models dipped in honey.
“Fuck, Tzuyu,” Momo breathes, her voice husky. She’s tracing a fingertip down Tzuyu’s arm. “Your skin is like actual fucking porcelain. How is that fair?” Momo’s robe gapes slightly as she leans, revealing the heavy swell of her tits, nipples dark and pebbled against the damp silk.
Tzuyu laughs, low and easy. “Says the girl with the rack that could start wars.” She flicks water at Momo, droplets catching the soft LED lights. Her own robe is loosely tied, the deep V offering a glimpse of smooth, tanned stomach and the shadowed curve where her thighs meet. Effortless.
Nayeon, perched on the edge of the enormous claw-foot tub, giggles, kicking her legs. Her robe rides up, showing miles of smooth, toned thigh. “Seriously, Momo. Put those weapons away before someone gets hurt.” Her eyes, bright and mischievous, sweep over Jihyo who’s meticulously brushing her hair. “And you, unnie. Stop being so perfect. It’s rude.”
Jihyo turns, a slow, confident smile spreading across her face. Voluptuous doesn’t cover it. The robe strains over her hips, the silk plastered to her full breasts, outlining every curve. She meets Nayeon’s gaze in the mirror. “Just appreciating the view, Nayeonnie. Especially yours.” Her gaze drifts down Nayeon’s body, lingering. “Those legs could stop traffic.”
It’s raw. Intimate. A surge of heat, thick and urgent, floods my groin. My breath catches, ragged in my throat. My cock is instantly hard, straining against the rough fabric of my work pants. It’s unbearable. Without thought, my fingers fumble with my belt buckle, the metallic clink impossibly loud in my own ears. I shove my pants and boxers down past my hips. My cock springs free, thick and already leaking, throbbing against the cool air drifting from the hallway. I wrap my hand around my hard length. A low groan escapes me as I start stroking, slow and firm, my eyes glued to the scene inside.
Jihyo’s reflection shifts slightly in the fogged mirror. Her eyes, dark and sharp, flicker. Away from Nayeon’s legs. Towards the sliver of the door. Towards the shadow where I’m pressed. They lock onto mine through the gap.
Fuck!
Her gaze doesn’t widen in shock. It narrows. Sharpens. Like a predator spotting prey. A slow, knowing smirk curls her perfect lips. She doesn’t look away. She watches me watching them. Watches my hand moving frantically on my cock.
“Someone’s enjoying the show,” Jihyo purrs, her voice cutting through the steam and the girls’ chatter. It’s low, deliberate. Not loud, but carrying.
The other girls freeze. Heads snap towards the door. Momo gasps, clutching her robe tighter. Tzuyu’s relaxed posture stiffens. Nayeon’s playful smirk vanishes, replaced by wide-eyed surprise.
Panic electrocutes me. I jerk back from the door, stumbling blindly. My foot catches on the discarded mop bucket. Time slows. The bucket clatters. My legs tangle. I crash forward, shoulder slamming into the bathroom door. It flies open with a bang, and I sprawl onto the slick marble floor, naked from the waist down, my cock still jutting out, hard and obscene, my hand frozen mid-stroke.
Silence. Thick, suffocating silence, broken only by the drip of a faucet. Steam swirls around me. Four pairs of eyes burn into me. Fury radiates off Momo and Tzuyu. Nayeon looks stunned. Jihyo… Jihyo just stares. Her gaze isn’t on my face. It’s locked lower. On my cock. Her smirk deepens, transforming into something darkly amused, deeply carnal.
Momo recovers first, her voice shrill with outrage. “You fucking PERVERT! What the HELL are you doing?!”
Tzuyu steps forward, her easy-going demeanor vanished, replaced by icy disdain. “Get out! Now! I’m calling security!”
I scramble, trying to pull up my pants, fumbling, humiliated heat scorching my face. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean–”
“Didn’t mean to spy?” Nayeon cuts in, her voice surprisingly calm, though her eyes are wide. “Didn’t mean to whip it out and jerk off while we were changing?”
Jihyo hasn’t moved. She slowly raises a hand, silencing the others. Her eyes finally lift from my groin to meet mine. They’re dark pools, unreadable. She takes a single, deliberate step towards me, her silk robe whispering against her skin. The steam parts for her.
“Put your hands down,” she commands, her voice a velvet whip. It’s not a request. My hands freeze on the waistband of my pants. “Look at you,” she murmurs, her gaze raking down my body again, lingering on my exposed cock. “Big boy, aren’t you? That’s… impressive.” A low chuckle escapes her. “Seems you were trying to ‘clean’ something else entirely.”
She stops right in front of me, looking down at where I lie helpless on the floor. The scent of her perfume – jasmine, vanilla, and something uniquely, powerfully her – washes over me, mixing with the steam. My cock twitches violently, betraying me utterly.
Momo looks horrified. “Jihyo! What are you–”
“Shut up, Momo,” Jihyo says, her tone brooking no argument. Her eyes never leave mine. There’s a terrifying, thrilling calculation in them. She crouches down slowly, bringing her face level with mine. Her robe gapes open further, revealing the deep shadow between her magnificent breasts. “You wanted a show, cleaner boy?” she whispers, her breath warm against my cheek. “You wanted to see us wet? Naked?”
I can’t speak. Can only nod, a desperate, jerky movement.
Her smirk turns predatory. “Good.” She reaches out, not touching me, but her fingertip traces a line in the air an inch from the flushed head of my cock. A jolt of pure electricity shoots through me. “Because you’re going to clean more than just the floor tonight,” she breathes, her voice dropping to a husky promise that vibrates deep in my gut. “You’re going to clean us. Every. Single. Inch.” Her eyes flick to the other girls, a silent command passing between them. Their expressions shift – Momo’s outrage fading into wary curiosity, Tzuyu’s ice thawing into something heated, Nayeon’s surprise blossoming into a wicked, intrigued grin. “Starting,” Jihyo says, her gaze snapping back to mine, filled with dark, undeniable hunger, "...right now."
(3rd Person POV)
His breath hitched, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat as Jihyo’s command hung in the steamy air, her dark eyes promising both punishment and filthy reward. He obeyed eagerly, hands trembling not from fear now but desperate, aching need, fumbling his pants back down past his hips, his thick cock springing free again, already slick and twitching, the flushed head glistening under the bathroom’s soft LED glow as he stared up at her, waiting.
Jihyo knelt down, her silk robe pooling around her knees on the cool marble, the scent of jasmine and her own arousal thickening the steam. Her hand, cool and deliberate, slid up the inside of his trembling thigh, fingers brushing the tight, hot skin of his balls before her thumb swiped roughly over the slick, leaking slit of his cock, making his whole body jolt and a choked groan rip from his throat.
A vicious shiver tore through him as Jihyo’s thumb smeared his pre-come across his sensitive head. "Fuck!" he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily off the cold marble. Momo, frozen a few feet away, watched Jihyo’s bold possession, her earlier outrage flickering, replaced by a dark, fascinated heat that bloomed across her cheeks and down her neck; her breath hitched, sharp and audible in the steamy silence, her own hand unconsciously drifting to press between her legs over the thin silk.
"See something you want, Momo?" Jihyo murmured, not looking away from his agonized expression, her thumb circling the swollen crown again, making him whimper. "Or someone?" Before Momo could answer, Jihyo’s command cut through the haze. "Come here. Show him what happens when he spies on Momo’s perfect fucking tits."
Momo exhaled, a shaky sound, then stepped forward, her movements suddenly deliberate, predatory, her wide eyes fixed on his rigid cock glistening under Jihyo’s touch. She sank to her knees beside Jihyo, the damp silk of her robe parting to reveal the heavy, full curve of one breast, her nipple stiff and dark. Her fingers, trembling slightly only a moment ago, now reached out with shocking confidence, wrapping firmly around the thick base of his shaft beneath Jihyo’s hand, her cool touch a stark contrast to the furnace heat of his skin.
"Think this big cock deserves my tits, cleaner?" Momo breathed, her voice thick with a mix of challenge and raw need, her thumb mimicking Jihyo’s earlier motion, dragging roughly over his leaking slit, spreading the wetness as she squeezed him hard enough to make his vision blur. "You gonna fucking earn it?"
Momo’s grip tightened like a vise at the base of his cock, her thumb grinding relentlessly against his sensitive slit, drawing a ragged, desperate gasp from his throat. Tzuyu watched hungrily from the edge of the claw-foot tub, her relaxed posture gone rigid, knuckles white where she gripped the cold porcelain rim, her dark eyes wide and fixed unblinkingly on Momo’s hand working his thick shaft, a slow, deliberate bite sinking into her plump lower lip.
Tzuyu shoved off the tub’s edge, her movements fluid and deliberate, her earlier icy disdain replaced by a predatory heat that radiated off her damp skin as she stalked towards them.
"My turn," she declared, her voice low and thick, her gaze locked on his mouth while Jihyo's lips still stretched obscenely around his cockhead; she hooked her fingers sharply in his hair, wrenching his head back, forcing his gaze up the long lines of her body to where her robe had fallen completely open, revealing the swollen, glistening lips of her pussy hovering mere inches above his face.
"You wanted to peek? Now fucking clean it, cleaner," she commanded, her thighs trembling slightly as she lowered herself onto his mouth, grinding her hot, wet slit against his lips, the musky, heady scent of her arousal flooding his senses as her fingers tightened painfully in his hair, forcing his tongue to plunge deep into her slick, waiting heat. "Lick me clean!"
Tzuyu’s sharp command echoed off the marble as she ground her slick, swollen cunt hard against his mouth, the musky tang of her arousal flooding his senses, forcing his tongue deep into her hot, clenching depths. "Suck it, cleaner!" she gasped, her thighs trembling against his ears, her fingers knotting painfully in his hair and holding him prisoner against her needy flesh.
Nayeon’s playful giggle cut through the steam, sharp and hungry now, as she dropped to her knees beside Jihyo, her nimble fingers immediately joining Momo’s on his achingly hard shaft.
"Looks like the big, bad cleaner needs all our help," she purred, her eyes glittering with dark amusement as she leaned down, her breath hot against the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, while Momo, taking her cue, shifted lower, her full lips parting to engulf one heavy, aching ball, sucking it deep into the wet heat of her mouth just as Jihyo, with a low, possessive hum, swallowed the leaking head back down her throat, her tongue swirling relentlessly over the ultra-sensitive ridge.
Tzuyu’s thighs clamped like a vice around his head, a sharp, startled cry ripping from her throat as her entire body seized, her slick pussy pulsing and gushing hot wetness against his tongue, forcing him to swallow convulsively as she shuddered through her climax. She slumped back against the vanity, panting, a sheen of sweat glistening on her dusky gold skin, a lazy, sated smirk touching her lips as she caught her breath and rasped, "Fuck... alright, girls... who’s taking that fat cock first?"
“Why not let him pick?”
"Momo," he gasped, his voice raw and desperate, his eyes locked on her full, trembling lips and the heavy swell of her tits still glistening with steam. He lunged forward, one hand fisting in her damp robe, yanking it open completely as the other gripped his thick, leaking cock, driving it hard and deep into her sopping wet cunt with a rough, animalistic grunt, her shocked cry of "FUCK!" echoing off the marble as her tight walls clenched violently around his invading shaft.
His calloused hands roughly groped Momo’s heavy, bouncing tits, thumbs grinding hard over her stiff, dark nipples as he slammed his hips forward, each brutal thrust forcing choked gasps from her throat and making her breasts jiggle obscenely. Jihyo and Nayeon watched, eyes dark with hunger, Tzuyu still panting from her own climax against the vanity, a low murmur of "Fuck yes, ruin her" escaping Jihyo's lips as Momo's head thrashed back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
Jihyo’s command hung thick in the steam as Momo writhed beneath him. “Choke her,” Jihyo hissed, her voice raw with command, and his calloused hand instantly clamped hard around Momo’s throat, cutting off her choked gasp mid-fuck as he slammed his hips forward with brutal, piston-like force, the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing off the marble tiles.
Nayeon’s sharp, delighted giggle cut through Momo’s strangled whimpers as she dropped lower, her fingers finding Momo’s swollen, glistening clit and rubbing vicious, tight circles just as Momo’s body suddenly stiffened, arched off the floor, and exploded, a guttural scream tearing from her constricted throat as her pussy convulsed wildly around his driving cock and a powerful jet of clear fluid erupted, soaking his thrusting balls and splashing Nayeon’s fingers and the cool marble beneath them.
He ripped his slick cock from Momo’s shuddering cunt, leaving her gasping and dazed on the wet marble, then lunged for Tzuyu, locking his arms under her knees and around her chest in a full nelson. He drove his throbbing, soaked cock straight up into her dripping hole from behind, her shocked cry echoing as he impaled her deep, fucking her suspended body with savage, upward thrusts that made her scream.
Tzuyu’s scream ripped through the steam, raw and ragged, as his brutal upward thrusts hammered her suspended pussy, her slick walls clenching like a hot, wet fist around his invading cock. Nayeon and Jihyo watched, Jihyo’s fingers idly tracing circles over her own stiff nipple through the damp silk, Nayeon biting her lip hard, their breaths shallow and synchronized with the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh pounding flesh.
"Fuck, Tzuyu," he grunted, his voice thick with strain and lust, each savage thrust lifting her higher off the marble floor, her legs kicking helplessly against his iron grip, "this fucking tight little cunt... grips my cock like it’s fucking starving for it!" Tzuyu could only whimper, a broken sound lost beneath the relentless pounding, her head lolling back against his shoulder, eyes rolling white as the overwhelming stretch and friction tore another ragged cry from her throat.
Tzuyu’s entire body seized violently, her pussy clamping down like a hot, wet vice around his driving cock as a guttural scream tore from her throat, her hips jerking wildly against him while her slick juices pulsed out, coating his shaft and balls in her release. He dropped her limp, trembling body onto the cool marble, her chest heaving, then turned his burning gaze towards Nayeon, still watching with hungry eyes.
"You're next," he growled, grabbing her ankle and yanking her towards him before flipping her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders, and folding her body brutally in half. "Jihyo?" he panted, staring down the length of his own sweat-slicked body at her as he positioned the swollen, dripping head of his cock against Nayeon's entrance, "Gonna save the best pussy for last." He slammed his entire length into Nayeon's tight heat in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt as she shrieked.
Nayeon screamed, her manicured nails raking, sinking into his back as he pistoned into her relentless and deep, her voice breaking into breathless sobs of "Daddy! Oh God, Daddy, fuck me harder!" Momo and Tzuyu, still glistening and flushed from their own use, hauled themselves up, leaning against the vanity with predatory smirks; Momo traced a fingertip through the sweat beading on Nayeon's trembling stomach, sneering.
"Look at little Nayeonnie, squealing for Daddy like a cheap slut," while Tzuyu chuckled darkly, "Bet she cums just from being called out on it." Jihyo, her eyes burning with possessive fire, seized his jaw, her mouth crashing against his in a bruising, demanding kiss, her tongue plunging deep as he drove into Nayeon with brutal, unforgiving strokes, her own moan vibrating against his lips.
Jihyo ripped her mouth from his, lips swollen and glistening, her command a harsh gasp against his cheek: "Make that little bitch cum right fucking now!" He locked eyes with Nayeon's tear-streaked, desperate face beneath him and snarled, voice thick and raw,
"Cum, you filthy whore, cum on Daddy's cock!"
Nayeon’s scream tore from her throat, raw and primal, her back arching violently off the marble as her eyes rolled white and her pussy clamped down in spasming waves around his brutal, driving thrusts. He ripped his cock out of her sopping, convulsing cunt, her juices slicking his shaft, and flopped onto his back on the damp tile, his chest heaving, pointing his still-thick erection at Jihyo’s dripping slit. "Ride it, Jihyo," he gasped, his voice ragged, eyes locked on her heavy tits, "Fucking bounce those perfect tits.”
Jihyo smirked, a dark promise in her eyes as she straddled his hips, gripping his shaft firmly, guiding the swollen, slick head to her flushed, swollen opening before sinking down onto him in one smooth, greedy motion, her full tits jiggling wildly with the impact, her groan low and satisfied as she began a relentless, deep bounce, her nails scraping his chest.
Tzuyu’s long fingers worked slick lube over Nayeon’s trembling thigh, her touch surprisingly clinical despite the obscene context, while Momo knelt, murmuring filthy encouragement as she guided Nayeon’s hips down onto the edge of the marble vanity, spreading her wide. They didn’t linger though, their task a swift, efficient prelude; as Nayeon gasped, arching her back against the cool surface, Tzuyu and Momo exchanged a hungry glance, their attention snapping towards the primal rhythm dominating the center of the steam-hazed bathroom.
Jihyo rode Y/n with furious abandon, her voluptuous body bouncing on his cock, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles, her head thrown back as guttural moans ripped from her throat. "Fuck, yes! Just like that, cleaner boy!" she gasped, her nails digging into his chest, her own breasts swaying heavily with each downward plunge, the glistening tip of his thick cock stretching her wide each time she slammed down.
Tzuyu and Momo, abandoning Nayeon whose legs still quivered on the vanity, moved like predators, circling Y/n and Jihyo on the damp floor. Momo crouched right beside Jihyo's bucking hip, her own robe falling open completely, her large breasts swinging as she leaned in, her voice a husky growl.
"Look at her take that monster cock, Y/n! Holy shit, ram it deeper into that greedy pussy! Make her scream!" She reached out, roughly squeezing Jihyo's bouncing tit, pinching a stiff nipple hard.
"Yeah, give it to her!" Tzuyu added from the other side, her easy-going demeanor replaced by intense arousal, her eyes fixed on where Jihyo was impaled. She knelt, running a hand up Y/n’s tensed thigh. "God, look at her go. Such a fucking slut for that dick, Jihyo! Riding it like her life depends on it!" Tzuyu’s fingers brushed the base of his shaft, slick with Jihyo’s juices, feeling the powerful thrusts from below.
Y/n grunted, his own control fraying beneath the onslaught of sensation and their filthy words. He gripped Jihyo's hips tighter, his knuckles white, meeting her downward strokes with sharp upward thrusts, driving his cock impossibly deep. He locked eyes with Jihyo, a wicked smirk twisting his lips even as sweat stung his eyes.
"Hear that?" he rasped, his voice thick with exertion and lust. "They see you. They see what a cock-hungry whore you really are, bouncing on me like some cheap street slut." He punctuated the insult with a brutal upward slam that made her shriek, her inner walls clenching vice-like around him. "You love being shown up like this, don't you? Love them watching this fat dick stretch your tight little pussy wide open?"
Nayeon, recovering her breath but still flushed and trembling, slid off the vanity, joining the circle. She didn't speak immediately, just watched with dark, hungry eyes as Jihyo was verbally and physically ravaged, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she saw the leader undone. The air crackled with shared heat, the scent of sex and sweat overpowering the lingering perfume, the only sounds the relentless slap of flesh, Jihyo’s ragged cries, Y/n’s guttural groans, and the girls’ lurid commentary urging them on towards a shuddering, inevitable peak.
"Fuck, I'm so close!" Jihyo gasped, her rhythm faltering as her cunt clenched violently around Y/n's thick cock. Nayeon's fingers traced slick, teasing circles over his tightening balls while Momo and Tzuyu leaned in, their mouths closing hungrily over Jihyo's bouncing tits, suckling hard at her stiff nipples. The room filled with their combined, desperate moans.
Tzuyu's middle finger found Jihyo's swollen clit, circling it fast and hard, slick with the mixture of her own arousal and the lube smeared earlier on Nayeon. "Make her fucking gush!" Momo demanded, releasing Jihyo's nipple with a wet pop and shoving Tzuyu's hand aside to take over, her own fingers rubbing Jihyo's clit in rough, demanding circles just as Y/n slammed his cock impossibly deep one final time.
Jihyo's back arched violently off Y/n's body, a silent scream tearing from her throat before erupting into a ragged, guttural wail as her cunt clenched in a vice-grip around his shaft and a sudden, hot jet of fluid sprayed out, soaking Y/n's lower stomach and thighs in a pungent rush. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING CUMMING!" she shrieked, her body convulsing uncontrollably, the squirting pulsing rhythmically as Momo kept rubbing her clit through the intense orgasm, Tzuyu watching with dark, fascinated eyes as Jihyo completely unraveled.
Jihyo slumped against him, chest heaving, her slick cunt still twitching from the force of her orgasm as Momo finally eased the relentless pressure on her clit. Y/n’s own cock throbbed viciously inside her stretched warmth, slick walls fluttering wildly around him, the intense friction pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He gritted his teeth, fighting the rising tide, a predatory smirk spreading across his sweat-slicked face despite the overwhelming sensation.
With a sudden, deliberate movement, Y/n gripped Jihyo’s hips firmly and lifted her impaled body clean off his shaft. A slick, obscene plop echoed in the humid air as she slid free, collapsing onto the damp tiles beside him with a shuddering gasp, her thighs instantly clamping together reflexively. He pushed himself up smoothly onto his feet, towering over the sprawled women, his thick, glistening cock jutting out rigidly from his groin, slick and gleaming with a potent mix of her juices and his own pre-cum, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart.
His eyes, dark with lust and triumph, swept over the flushed faces staring up at him: Jihyo panting, dazed but defiant; Momo licking her lips hungrily; Tzuyu’s gaze fixed unblinkingly on his dripping erection; Nayeon biting her lower lip, a playful challenge dancing in her eyes. He ran a hand slowly down his abs, smearing the wetness Jihyo had sprayed over him, his voice a low, gravelly command cutting through the heavy breathing. "Alright," he rasped, tapping the swollen head of his cock, a thick bead of precum welling up instantly. "Who wants this fucking load?"
The humid air crackled with their collective hunger. They all replied, “WE DO DADDY!” before bringing their faces closer and sticking their tongues out, eager pink points glistening under the bathroom lights, breaths hot against his slick, throbbing cock.
His gaze raked over their eager faces as his fist tightened on his slick shaft. "This load ain't getting wasted, sluts," he snarled, the veins standing out on his forearm. "You share every fucking drop."
He began stroking himself furiously over their outstretched tongues, his hips jerking, a deep grunt ripping from his chest before thick ropes of hot cum splattered Jihyo’s flushed cheek, streaked Momo’s chin, and painted Tzuyu and Nayeon's eager, open mouths. Jihyo’s tongue, slick with his thick spunk, darted out to gather the mess before turning to Momo, locking her in a deep, filthy kiss, sharing the salty tang as Tzuyu eagerly licked Nayeon’s coated lips clean.
"So yummy," Momo gasped, pulling back with a shared strand of cum stretching between their mouths just as Tzuyu swallowed and purred, "Shared it all, Daddy!”
Y/n smirked down at them sprawled on the wet tiles, his thick cock still glistening. "Lick it clean, you filthy sluts," he ordered harshly, "Get every fucking drop off my cock," he instructed, “don’t forget my balls.”
They scrambled, tongues eagerly lapping his cum from his shaft and tightening scrotum, their mouths hot and greedy. Jihyo sat back, wiping her chin with a low chuckle, her eyes gleaming as she gestured towards the steaming shower. "Get that filthy cock in here, cleaner boy," she purred, "The bathroom floor's clean enough... time you washed us properly."
NOTE: My FINAL work for this year and…. forever lol. Hope yall enjoy my short return.
For my Fanprose account, this is the 30th smut entry of my Smutrathon Special, replacing Hanni's "The Green Underworld" while here in Tumblr, this is just a quick smut one-shot work without being included to any anthology or series of mine.
This is based btw to that deleted TWICE smut I've read from Wattpad which I actually really liked.
DESCRIPTION: Driven by a fierce desire to win a scout competition's rank upgrade and a bonus tropical vacation prize, Jihyo uses a seductive sales menu to tempt a lonely married man into buying out her entire inventory in exchange for her exclusive sexual services he would find impossible to resist.
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=== START ===
The late afternoon sun was baking the asphalt of your quiet suburban neighborhood, waves of heat radiating off the pavement. Jihyo barely noticed the stifling humidity. Her posture was rigid, her knuckles white where she gripped the aluminum handle of her heavy plastic wagon.
Her intense, dark eyes were locked onto the digital leaderboard glowing on her smartphone screen, which was clipped neatly to the top of a wooden clipboard.
Her name was currently sitting in second place.
For the average college student, a volunteer drive for a community organization was just a bullet point to pad a resume. But Jihyo wasn’t average. She didn't enter competitions to place; she entered them to dominate. This afternoon, the regional council had upped the stakes entirely, sending out an emergency broadcast to all members: the scout who brought in the single highest sales volume by midnight would be granted an immediate rank promotion to regional coordinator, alongside a fully sponsored, two-week luxury vacation to a tropical resort.
Jihyo could already feel the cool ocean breeze and taste the cocktails, but a rival scout from the neighboring chapter was currently fifty boxes ahead of her, stubbornly holding the top spot.
Her fierce, unyielding competitive streak didn’t just flame; it roared into an absolute wildfire. She looked down at her inventory. The wagon was loaded to the brim with premium, organization-branded goods: artisanal cookie boxes, heavy containers of organic rolled-oat cereal, and glass bottles of fresh, chilled whole milk from the valley dairy drive.
Traditional door-to-door pitches, polite smiles, and asking for neighborly charity weren't going to bridge a fifty-box deficit in a single evening. If she wanted that tropical beach, she needed a radical, completely unorthodox strategy.
Stopping under the shade of a large oak tree on the sidewalk, Jihyo took a deep breath and smoothed down her uniform. The pleated green skirt was already tailored a little shorter than regulation, hugging the tight curve of her thighs. With a steady hand and a calculating smile, she reached up and deliberately unbuttoned the top two buttons of her crisp white collared shirt. She shrugged the fabric back slightly, exposing the smooth, sun-kissed line of her collarbone and the soft, inviting swell of her breasts.
She knew exactly what her most devastating, darkest secret asset was: she possessed an intoxicating, magnetic allure that men found impossible to resist, and she was entirely prepared to weaponize it.
Her eyes swept across the manicured lawns of the cul-de-sac, landing directly on your well-maintained two-story home. Just moments prior, she had watched from a distance as a woman—your wife—loaded a large rolling suitcase into the trunk of her car, exchanged a brief wave toward the front door, and drove away out of the neighborhood. Jihyo glanced toward your driveway. Your sedan was still parked under the carport.
You were home. Completely alone.
Jihyo’s lips curled into a sharp, victorious smile as her resolve hardened. She gripped the wagon handle and began wheeling her heavy cargo up your concrete driveway, ready to present an offer that no red-blooded man could ever turn down.
Inside the house, you let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, rubbing the stiff muscles at the back of your neck. Your wife had just left for a three-day weekend professional conference out of town, and she had left you with a dauntingly long list of household chores, grocery runs, and repair tasks to tackle in her absence. The quiet of the house was almost absolute, broken only by the low hum of the air conditioning.
Suddenly, the sharp chime of the front doorbell echoed through the entryway.
Groaning slightly, you stood up from the couch and made your way to the foyer. You weren't expecting any deliveries, and you certainly weren't in the mood for neighborhood small talk. You unlocked the deadbolt and swung the heavy wooden door open, expecting a mail carrier.
Instead, your eyes locked onto a stunning, ethereal college student standing on your welcome mat. She was breathtaking. She had a bright, dazzling smile, large, expressive eyes that seemed to read you instantly, and a green scout sash draped diagonally across a uniform that was doing absolutely nothing to hide her incredible busty figure.
"Hi there! Good afternoon," Jihyo said, her voice dropping into a sweet, perfectly practiced, melodic rhythm. "I'm Jihyo, and I'm representing the local college scout chapter. We're running our final annual drive to fund our youth community projects. Would you be interested in supporting our cause today?"
You leaned your forearm against the edge of the doorframe, offering her a polite but tired smile, trying your best to keep your eyes firmly on her face rather than the deep, distracting plunge of her unbuttoned shirt. "Oh, wow. Uniform and everything. Look, Jihyo, I appreciate the hustle and it's a great cause, but my wife usually handles all of our grocery shopping and pantry stocking. We're actually pretty set on snacks right now."
"I see," Jihyo murmured, her smile shifting from wholesome fundraiser to something far more predatory and intoxicating. She took a deliberate step forward, crossing your threshold and closing the distance between you until you could smell the faint scent of vanilla and sweat on her skin. The innocent scout demeanor completely evaporated, replaced by a heavy, unblinking gaze that locked tightly onto yours. "But you see, I offer a very special, highly exclusive tier of customer service for my premium buyers."
You blinked, your throat tightening as the atmosphere in the hallway suddenly shifted from a mundane neighborhood interaction to something thick with tension. "Customer service?"
Jihyo let her heavy clipboard rest against the curve of her hip, tilting her head to the side as she tracked your reaction. "I am an incredibly competitive girl. I absolutely must win this sales drive by tonight. And because I'm determined, I'm willing to make a very private bargain. A special menu, if you will… customized just for you, especially while your house is so nice and quiet."
Your breath hitched sharply in your chest. Your mind raced, suddenly acutely aware of the empty house behind you and the quiet street behind her. You looked past her shoulder toward the empty driveway, then back to the intense, burning desire radiating from the girl standing right in your doorway. "What kind of menu are we talking about?"
Jihyo leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a sultry, confidential whisper that sent a violent shiver of anticipation straight down your spine.
"It's very simple," she purred, her eyes scanning your face. "Buy one box of our premium cookies, and I'll give you a blowjob right here on your knees in the hallway. Buy a box of our organic cereal, and you get to return the favor—oral sex for me, until I am completely satisfied. Buy a bottle of our fresh milk, and you get a chance to take your time, opening my shirt wide open to suck and play with my breasts. And if you decide to hoard the entire wagon? You get to keep me here, having sex with me as much as you can handle for the rest of the afternoon."
Your throat went completely dry, your heart hammering like a trapped bird against your ribs. It was utterly insane. It was a complete betrayal of your marital vows. But looking at Jihyo—the perfect, full curve of her pink lips, the way her short skirt hugged the flare of her hips, and the absolute, unadulterated confidence radiating from her—the temptation was a physical weight crushing your resolve. Your wife wouldn't be back until later in evening. The neighbors were indoors. No one would ever know.
"One box of cookies," you croaked, your voice thick and completely rough with sudden, undeniable arousal. "To start."
Jihyo’s smile widened into a beautiful, victorious grin. She had you hooked. "A wonderful choice, sir. That will be fifteen dollars."
You reached into your back pocket with trembling fingers, pulling out your wallet and throwing a twenty-dollar bill at her, not even caring about the change. Jihyo stepped fully into your house, reaching back to close the heavy wooden door with a solid, definitive click, effectively shutting out the rest of the world and locking the two of you in a private haven.
She set her clipboard down on your entryway table and unbuckled her scout sash, letting it slide carelessly to the hardwood floor. Without a single hint of hesitation or shyness, she dropped down onto her knees directly in front of you.
You stood transfixed, your breath shallow as Jihyo reached up with both hands, her warm, deft fingers undoing your belt buckle. She slipped the leather strap free, unbuttoned your pants, and lowered your zipper with agonizing slowness. The moment her fingers slipped inside your underwear and freed your fully hardened, aching cock into the cool air of the hallway, you let out a low, ragged groan, your hands instinctively hovering over her shoulders.
Jihyo looked up at you through her thick lashes, a playful, wicked spark of dominance in her eyes, before she leaned forward. Her warm lips parted, tasting the very tip of you first. She swirled her wet tongue slowly around the sensitive crown, listening to the way your thighs trembled under her touch. Then, with a smooth, deliberate motion, she slid her mouth all the way down your shaft.
The sensation was absolutely electric. She used one hand to firmly grip and caress the base of your length, pushing it deeper into her throat while her mouth worked with a rhythmic, suffocating heat. You gripped her shoulders tightly, your knuckles turning white as you stared down at this stunning college scout giving you the most incredible, intense oral pleasure you had ever experienced. She sucked tightly, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm, intentionally making wet, messy, uninhibited sounds that echoed loudly off the walls of your quiet hallway.
Just as you felt the intense pressure building in your lower stomach, reaching the absolute point of no return, Jihyo expertly and suddenly pulled back. She swiped a thumb across her glistening lower lip, looking up at your dazed, panting expression with a smug, beautiful smirk.
"That was just the appetizer," she purred smoothly, standing up and gracefully smoothing down the pleats of her green skirt. "What’s next on the menu?"
You were completely breathless, your chest heaving as your body screamed for the completion she had just cruelly denied you. You couldn't let her leave like this. "The cereal. And the milk. Both of them."
"A very healthy breakfast choice," Jihyo teased, her voice dripping with playful mockery. "That will be twenty dollars."
You blindly reached for your wallet again, your hands shaking as you pulled out two twenty-dollar bills and tossed them onto the entryway table next to her clipboard.
Jihyo smiled, taking you firmly by the hand and leading you away from the front door, deeper into the privacy of your living room. Instead of heading for the couch, she walked straight over to your sturdy wooden dining table. With an agile, effortless movement, she hopped up onto the polished edge, pulling her green skirt all the way up to her waist.
Your eyes widened. She wasn't wearing traditional undergarments; instead, a tiny pair of sheer lace panties met your gaze, barely covering her soft, manicured center. She slid them slowly down the length of her long, toned legs, tossing them carelessly onto a nearby chair, before parting her thighs wide open for you.
"Your turn to please me," she whispered, her eyes dark with rising heat.
You didn't need to be told twice. Driven by pure instinct, you dropped to your knees between her parted legs, burying your face directly into her dripping cunt.
Jihyo gasped sharply, her fingers immediately locking tightly into your hair as your tongue found her highly sensitive, swollen core. She tasted incredibly sweet, and she was already deeply slick with her own arousal. You stroked her with long, wet, purposeful laps of your tongue, listening to the breathless, high-pitched whimpers that began to escape her throat.
Her hips began to buck helplessly against your face as you accelerated the pace, your tongue mimicking the hard, localized friction she so desperately craved. Jihyo’s toes curled tightly, her inner thighs clamping around the sides of your head as a sudden, violently intense orgasm rocked through her entire body. She arched her back off the table, letting out a loud, completely uninhibited cry of pure pleasure that echoed off your high ceilings.
As her frantic breathing gradually began to slow, she looked down at you, her chest heaving heavily. With a sultry, inviting grin, she reached up to the remaining buttons of her white shirt, popping them open one by one until the fabric fell away, revealing a lace black bra. She reached between her breasts, unclipping the front clasp and letting her full, heavy, perky breasts swing free into the open air. Her nipples were completely taut, caramel, and flushed from the aftershocks of her climax.
"The milk," she reminded you, her voice a breathless, demanding whisper. “It’ll taste better with the cereal, you should try.”
You leaned up from your knees, wrapping your arms around her waist as you threw a handful of cereal oats to your mouth before you took one turgid, aching nipple entirely into your mouth. You sucked greedily, swirling your tongue hard around the sensitive, bumpy areola as you felt her milk filling your cereal-filled mouth while your free hands cupped, lifted, and heavily kneaded the soft, responsive flesh of her other breast spilling some of her sweet dairy in between your fingers.
"You're right, it's way more delicious." Jihyo whimpered loudly, leaning back on her hands on the table, completely surrendering to the sensation. She guided the back of your head, groaning deeply as you bit gently at the very tips of her nipples, sending frantic sparks of electricity straight back down to her core.
But you were reaching your absolute breaking point. You were fully erect, throbbing, and this agonizingly slow teasing was driving your mind into a frenzy. You pulled your mouth away from her breast, swallowed the breastmilked-flavored cereal before looking up at her with dark, primal, unchecked desire.
"The whole wagon," you said, your voice a raspy, commanding growl that left no room for negotiation. "Fuck it. I want every single thing you have brought. How much for everything?"
Jihyo’s eyes flashed with an absolute, dazzling spark of triumph. She had broken you completely; she had you exactly where she wanted you. "For the rest of the stock? A hundred dollars. And I’m entirely yours for the rest of the afternoon."
You didn't even hesitate for a microsecond. You stood up, walking over to the large decorative ceramic bowl on your kitchen counter where you always kept an emergency stash of household cash. You reached in and pulled out a thick, crisp stack of hundred-dollar bills. Marching back over to the dining table, you pressed the cold cash directly into her open palm.
Jihyo counted the five bills with lightning-fast precision, a genuine thrill of victory running down her spine. The competition was definitively hers. The rank was hers. The tropical vacation was hers.
She carelessly tossed the money onto the clipboard on the entryway table and turned back to you, wrapping her long legs tightly around your waist, pulling her slick, dripping core flush against your aching pants. "Then let's not waste another second."
You lifted her sexy, voluptuous frame up off the table with ease, carrying her over to your large, plush leather living room sofa. You laid her down against the cushions, hovering directly over her as you aligned your aching length with her heat. The moment you guided yourself in and pushed deep inside her, Jihyo let out a sharp, ragged gasp, her eyes widening at the sheer fullness of yourcock stretching her open.
The rest of the afternoon dissolved into a complete, chaotic blur of raw, sweaty heat and intense physical friction. You moved with a desperate, hungry, unbridled pace, fueled by the highly forbidden nature of the act and Jihyo's intoxicating, uninhibited energy.
Jihyo met you stroke for stroke, her manicured nails clawing desperate red lines down your back, her voice filling your empty, hollow house with loud, unvarnished moans of pure pleasure.
You changed positions frantically, pounding her in the center of the living room as both continuously search for deeper satisfaction. You flipped her over, sitting back as she climbed on top of you, controlling the depth, looking down at you like a dominant goddess claiming her rightful prize.
Then, you rolled her onto her hands and knees, driving into her heavily from behind, reaching forward to pull her hair gently to tilt her head back so you could help her watch her expressions and her tits being mashed by your other hand in the living room mirror.
The sofa was then fully occupied with your bodies stacked together, hers aligned in reverse to yours as you ate each other out for a classic 69, then Jihyo sat at your lap, plunging deep into her again as you bounced her rotated naked body onto your cock in reverse cowgirl.
You both rode the waves of intense, breathless pleasure over and over again, completely losing all track of time as the bright afternoon sun slowly dipped below the horizon, casting long, dramatic golden shadows across the room. Finally, with one last, desperate, deeply penetrating surge, you cried out at your last orgasm, your entire body seizing up as you collapsed against her damp back, completely filling here with your cum as you spent every last drop of your energy, thoroughly exhausted and deeply satisfied.
An hour later, the sharp click of your front door opening and shutting broke the silence of the house.
Jihyo stepped out onto your concrete front porch, looking completely immaculate and put together once more like as if nothing chaotic just happened. Her green uniform skirt was neatly straightened, her white shirt was perfectly buttoned up to the collar, her sash was aligned, and her long hair was tied back up into a neat, professional ponytail, although with some strand sticking out due to the aggressiveness of your tugging earlier.
The only difference now was the incredibly heavy envelope of cash tucked securely inside her scout canvas bag, and the completely empty plastic wagon sitting idly on your sidewalk.
Inside the house, you lay stretched out flat on your back across the sofa, thoroughly satisfied, physically drained, and staring blankly up at the ceiling with a lazy, content smile plastered across your face. You had a living room full of unwanted cookie boxes and organic cereal to frantically hide before your wife’s return in a few days, but in that exact moment, you didn't care in the slightest. It had been worth every single dollar in that bowl.
"Call me if you'd like to buy again. I'll be your personal retailer from now on. Thanks again for these, daddy." You pushed the contact card she gave you just before she left your household into your pocket.
Jihyo pulled her empty wagon down your concrete driveway, the plastic wheels clicking rhythmically and loudly against the seams. She pulled out her phone, checking the digital leaderboard one last time as she typed in her massive, newly acquired sales totals.
The graph updated instantaneously, shooting her name straight past her rival by an insurmountable margin, solidifying a dominant lead that no one could possibly hope to catch up to before the midnight deadline.
She smiled broadly to herself, basking in the fading warmth of the evening sun. She had won her rank promotion, she had won her dream vacation, and she had proven, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that a true scout always knows exactly how to utilize her resources to get exactly what she wants.
Can I request for a consensual one with Jihyo and with only one male reader? Thank you. Enjoyed your previous story nevertheless
For Now
Twice Jihyo x Male Reader
The soft glow of the nightlight spills across the crib at the side of the bed, painting faint shapes over the rails. Min-jun is finally out—eight months of pure chaos and pure love, chest rising and falling in that deep, even rhythm that means you’ve got maybe twenty minutes if you’re lucky. Maybe less.
You close the bedroom door with the quietest click you can manage. Jihyo is already on the bed, sitting up against the headboard in one of your old T-shirts that hangs loose on her smaller frame, nursing pad still faintly visible under the thin fabric. Her dark hair is tied in a messy low bun, a few strands stuck to her neck from the heat of the day. She looks exhausted and beautiful and so fucking ready it makes your cock twitch hard against your sweatpants.
“He’s out,” you whisper, voice low.
She nods, eyes already dark. “Come here. Before he wakes up.”
You don’t need more invitation. You cross the room in three strides, knee the mattress, and she reaches for you at the same time. Her hands slide under the hem of your shirt, palms warm against your stomach, then higher, dragging the fabric up so she can press her mouth to your chest. You yank the shirt off and toss it aside. Her fingers find the waistband of your sweats and shove them down just far enough for your cock to spring free, already thick and heavy, the tip already wet.
“Missed this,” she breathes against your collarbone. “Missed you.”
You tip her chin up and kiss her hard—open-mouthed, hungry, the kind of kiss that says eight months of careful hands and quiet nights and aching restraint. She tastes like the mint tea she had earlier and pure want. Your tongue slides against hers and she moans into your mouth, quiet but desperate. One of her hands wraps around your cock and strokes, slow and tight, thumb spreading the precum over the head.
You break the kiss just long enough to pull the T-shirt up and off her. Her breasts are full, heavier than before pregnancy, the skin still soft and marked faintly from the last feeding. You cup them carefully at first, thumbs brushing over the nipples that tighten instantly under your touch. A thin bead of milk wells up on the left one. You lean down and lick it away, then close your mouth over the peak and suck.
Jihyo’s head falls back against the headboard with a soft thud. “Fuck—yes. Just like that.”
You suck harder, tongue circling, and the warm rush of milk hits your tongue. Sweet, thin, familiar now. She arches into your mouth, one hand fisting in your hair, the other still working your cock in steady strokes. You switch to the other breast, drinking her down while she bites her lip to keep the sounds quiet. The crib is right there. One loud moan and the whole stolen window could slam shut.
You release her nipple with a wet sound and look up. “Turn around. On your knees. Quiet.”
She moves fast, scrambling onto all fours facing the headboard, ass up, thighs already shiny. You shove your sweats the rest of the way down and kneel behind her. The sight of her—wife, mother of your son, still the same woman who used to ride you until neither of you could walk straight—makes your pulse hammer. You run two fingers between her legs and find her soaked, swollen, ready. You push them in deep and curl. She shoves back onto your hand with a choked whimper.
“Don’t tease,” she whispers. “Just fuck me. Please. I need it hard.”
You pull your fingers free, line your cock up, and push in one long, steady thrust. The heat of her swallows you to the hilt. Both of you freeze for a second, breathing hard through your noses, listening. Min-jun doesn’t stir. You start to move.
It’s not gentle. You grip her hips hard enough to leave marks and snap your hips forward, fucking into her in short, deep strokes that make the bed creak softly. She drops to her elbows, face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds, ass tilted up so you can drive deeper. Every thrust punches a quiet, broken sound out of her throat. You lean over her back, one hand sliding under to cup her breast, squeezing, rolling the nipple between your fingers while milk beads and drips onto the sheets.
“Missed this pussy,” you growl against her ear, voice barely above a breath. “Missed how tight you get when you’re trying not to wake the baby.”
She pushes back to meet every thrust, greedy. “Harder. I can take it. Just—quiet.”
You give her harder. The slap of skin is soft but constant. Your balls brush her clit on every inward stroke. She’s dripping down her thighs, onto the sheets, onto you. You reach around and find her clit with two fingers, rubbing tight circles in time with your thrusts. Her whole body tightens. She bites the pillow and comes hard, walls clamping down around your cock in rhythmic pulses that almost pull you over with her. You grit your teeth and fuck her through it, slowing only when the aftershocks start to ease.
You pull out carefully. She makes a soft, protesting sound. You roll her onto her back, settle between her spread thighs, and push back in. This angle lets you watch her face—flushed, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. You brace one hand beside her head and the other under her thigh, folding her open so you can sink deeper. The new position lets you grind against her clit on every stroke.
She reaches up and pulls you down into another kiss, messy and open. Between kisses she whispers, “I love you. I love how you fuck me. Don’t stop.”
You don’t. You keep the pace steady but brutal, the kind of rhythm that says you’ve been starving for this exact feeling. Her breasts bounce with every thrust; a thin trail of milk slides down the side of one. You duck your head and catch it with your tongue, then latch on again while you keep fucking her. The dual sensation—hot wet heat around your cock, warm milk on your tongue—makes your balls draw up tight.
“Gonna come inside you,” you warn against her skin.
“Yes. Do it. Fill me up.”
You snap your hips faster, chasing it. She wraps her legs around your waist and holds on. When you finally tip over, it’s with a low groan buried in her neck. You bury yourself as deep as you can go and pulse, thick ropes of cum flooding her. She clenches around you like she wants every drop, whispering your name like a prayer.
You stay locked together for a long minute, both of you breathing hard and quiet, listening again. The only sound from the crib is the soft, steady breath of a sleeping baby.
You ease out slowly. Cum immediately starts to leak from her, thick and white, sliding down toward the sheets. You watch it for a second, possessive and satisfied, then lean down and press a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Jihyo sits up a little, still flushed, and reaches for you. “My turn. Sit up against the headboard.”
You do. She crawls between your legs, settles on her stomach, and takes your half-hard cock into her mouth without preamble. She’s always been good at this—soft lips, clever tongue, no hesitation. She sucks you clean of the mess of both of you, humming quietly around the length as she works you back toward full hardness. One hand cups your balls, gentle and warm. The other reaches up so you can lace your fingers with hers.
When you’re fully hard again she pulls off with a wet pop and looks up at you through her lashes. “Want me to ride you?”
“Yeah. Quiet though.”
She climbs into your lap, knees bracketing your hips, and sinks down onto your cock in one smooth motion. Both of you exhale. She starts to move—slow rolls of her hips at first, then faster, using her thighs to lift and drop. You hold her waist and help, guiding her down harder each time. Her breasts bounce right in front of your face. You catch one nipple in your mouth again and suck while she rides, the dual pull of milk and the tight squeeze of her pussy making your head spin.
She leans forward, bracing her hands on your shoulders, and picks up the pace. The bed makes soft rhythmic sounds. You keep one ear tuned to the crib, but Min-jun stays under. Jihyo’s breathing grows sharper. You slip a hand between your bodies and find her clit again, rubbing in tight circles. She bites down on your shoulder to stay quiet when she comes the second time, body shaking, walls fluttering around you.
You don’t last much longer after that. You grab her hips and thrust up into her from below, short and deep, until you spill inside her again with a muffled groan against her collarbone. She stays seated on you, forehead pressed to yours, both of you just breathing each other in while the aftershocks fade.
Eventually she lifts off carefully. More cum leaks out of her and onto your stomach. She looks down at the mess, then at you, and gives a small, satisfied smile.
“Worth the risk,” she whispers.
You pull her down beside you, both of you still sticky and warm. Your hand rests low on her stomach. Hers traces idle patterns on your chest. The nightlight keeps painting soft shapes across the crib and the sheets.
“We should clean up before he wakes,” you murmur.
“In a minute.” She presses closer, one leg thrown over yours. “Just… stay like this for now.”
You stay. Outside the window the city is quiet. Inside the room the only sounds are your shared breathing and the soft, steady rhythm of your son sleeping a few feet away. Jihyo’s fingers keep moving slowly over your skin, and every so often she leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth, soft and unhurried.
You know the window won’t last. A small cry, a shift in the crib, and the night will change again. But for now—right now—you have her. Warm, open, full of you, and smiling against your lips like the stolen minutes are everything she needed.
You kiss her back, slow and deep, and let the rest of the world wait a little longer.
