a/n : Wasn't actually gonna post this but @starconstruction told me to so you can thank him ig. Just a little quick and rough thing I made today while I edit this week's proper release because uhhh...yeah. Haseul. Nuff said.
“N–Noona…” The staircase's steps dig into your back as Haseul expertly works you with her mouth. Her tongue slithers, twirls and twiddles at all the right spots that make your legs tremble as you struggle to muffle your moans.
You can’t quite remember the chain of events that led you into this position. There was something about your sister Jiwoo dragging you to this…party? Meetup? Some kinda gathering for one of the twelve hundred communities she seems to be a part of somehow. Even has some special name for them, Chuu or whatever.
You do recall a particular sentence though, how wouldn’t you? It’s what finally set you off in the first place. “The flies in an Egyptian tomb have more social lives than you do.” To be fair, she isn’t far from the truth, but it’s your sister, so you gotta prove her wrong.
That has proven much easier said than done, however. You’ve been such a hermit for the better part of your adulthood that merely stepping into the doorway felt like a gargantuan commitment. Nobody in the crowd paid any mind to you, everyone in their own preestablished cliques. Your comfort zone actually liked it, but you bothering to be around them at all didn’t click too well with the rest of you. Heck, not even Jiwoo paid much mind, darting off to her circle as soon as you entered the crowd’s perimeter.
Someone from Jiwoo’s circle did eventually find you, necessitating you to break out the rusty—downright corroded—social skills you possess. “Haseul. Jo Haseul,” she introduced herself. From that alone she exuded an air of comfort, care, cosiness. Like a nice blanket that’s just the right temperature. She didn’t force herself onto you, letting you place your presence around her without losing yourself in the process. Perhaps one of the virtues of being some seven years older than you are.
A virtue which is the most likely culprit of why you can’t redraw the exact gradient that led to her blowing you in the emergency stairwell. Only some mentions of her “needing help” with something and finding you cute. Not like you’re entirely opposed to the ongoing events, having stolen not so innocent glances at her for the past two hours. Actually living it out, though? Your perverted imaginations couldn’t even begin to match the real thing.
“What is it, baby? Hmm?” Haseul whispers, giving a small peck at your tip as she pulls off. “We're gonna...we're gonna get c–caught if you keep doing that!” you wheeze, panting heavily as your heart tries jumping out of your ribs.
Haseul offers a smile in response, the kind that's so warm and caring most times, but also drives you mad in the current situation. She crawls and brings herself above you, almost floating with how smooth and sultry her movement is.
“Do you like it though? Like it when noona gets you off where she shouldn't be?” she whispers, her breaths hot against your ear, and her fingers even hotter as she guides your achingly hard shaft between her thighs.
You whimper at the sensation, your hip involuntarily bucking towards her. “Noona, please...you're really—”
"Yes or no, baby. Do you like it?"
“I—shit!” Haseul rocks her body ever so slowly, her creamy, meaty thighs obscuring all vestiges of reason as they squeeze and slide against your shaft. “I like it! I fucking love it, noona! It feels so good—mmh!” you rattle breathlessly.
“Ah–ah. Language, baby,” she purrs, slowing to a halt and making you almost whine. “If you wanna feel good, then say good things, understood?”
“G–Got it, noona. I'm sorry.”
“Good boy.” Haseul gently kisses and nibbles your earlobe, then prods her tongue into the ear canal as she moves her body again at a more rapid pace. You utterly fail to stop the shaky moan that leaks out of your mouth, the noise reverberating off of the stairwell along with the moist sounds of Haseul's thighs pumping your length, her own slick beginning to coat the surface.
The sight of this breathtaking woman thighfucking you, letting out small moans between her breaths into your ear, along with the decadence of doing it in public pushes you to the edge. Heat pools and coils in your loins, threatening to burst under her.
“Noona, I'm getting close! I feel—I'm gonna…”
“Not yet, baby. Not without my permission,” Haseul breathes against you, slowing down her movements to a stop. You whine needily at it, almost sobbing. “Noona, I'm so close, just—”
“Mmm–mmm. What did I say? If you wanna feel good…” she pulls away entirely, leaving you a throbbing, leaking mess. “ …say good things. Come on now.”
“Mmm, I wanna...p–please! Please let me cum! Please let me feel good, let me paint your thighs. Please, Haseul noona!” you beg, even putting your trembling hands together.
Haseul laughs softly at your actions, crawling back towards you. “Attaboy. You're so adorable like this.” She separates your hands and puts them on her sides, letting you feel the curves of her body under her jacket. You instinctively grip them, soft and yet firm, making her moan.
“But...I can’t let you cum all over my thighs. It'll be too much of a mess,” she pouts. You were about to protest before she reaches under her skirt and tugs her panties aside, letting her arousal drip free from her sopping wet cunt. “So you're gonna unload inside me instead.”
Your jaws drop and your eyes widen, darting between her face and her pussy. “Noona...you serious?”
“Uh-huh. Gotta keep it all contained, I'm not wasting a single drop of all that virgin cum,” Haseul states and licks her lip, her voice low and intoxicating as she lines up above you. “You'll do that for me, won't you baby?”
“Y–Yes! Yes! Absolutely!” you nod furiously, your grip on her waist tightening. She hums in delight, then gasps with her mouth agape as she sinks down onto you in one smooth motion.
Haseul's heat and tightness makes you choke on a breath, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Holy fu—uhmmm. Noona! You feel so good! It's so...you're so…” You're at a loss for more words, her walls fluttering around you and almost breaking your spillway open.
“You too, baby. You fill—ahhh. Fill me up so well, so hard…” she moans, wrapping her arms around your neck as she starts rolling her hips, grinding your cock against that spot in her walls that muddies her mind with pleasure.
“Shh...baby, don't be too loud,” Haseul whispers, kissing you to muffle your helpless grunts and moans. “You don't want to actually get caught, now do you?”
“N–No! That...wouldn't be good.” You bite your lips hard to try and stay quiet, but let out a broken scream right after. “Oh God, noona! You feel too good! You're taking me so well!”
Haseul muffles a moan at your words, doing much better at volume control. She puts a hand over your mouth, the other hand anchoring herself on your shoulder. “Relax, baby. It'll make this easier.”
That's a tall order with how tight and moist her walls are around you, but regardless you try your best. She takes her hand off to muffle some of her own moans, with you managing deep breaths that don't sound too suspicious.
“Mmmhh, noona! I can’t...I can't hold on anymore! I'm gonna cum! Please..." you wheeze, your release knocking too hard and fast on your doors even as you relax and Haseul maintains her slow pace. "Please let me cum! Let me cum inside you!”
Haseul puts her hand over your mouth again, her grip on your shoulder tightening. “Do it, baby. Fill me up. Relax and let...mmmh. Let it all out,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering as her orgasm also nears.
No more than three rolls of her hips are needed before you explode, crying out into her palm. Your thick, hot cum gushes into her depths, painting every crevice with your seed in heavy spurts.
Haseul shatters not long after, grunting into your shoulder. Her back is locked in an arch as she shudders above you, her walls clamping and pulsing around your shaft, milking you for everything you have.
You stay conjoined like that for a few minutes, panting into each other as your highs come down. Loud chatter from behind one of the doors to the stairwell does eventually bring you back to reality, pulling off of each other.
Haseul's pussy unsheathes you with a small pop, some of your cum leaking from her slit. She hastily scoops them up and slurps it, sliding her panties back into place to keep the rest inside.
“I'm not letting any go to waste. I'm gonna go the rest of the day with your cum inside me, you hear?”
“Y–Yeah.” You can’t really offer anything else, what the hell do you say to that?
“And if I run out…” She leans forward and grabs your chin. “You're gonna give me a nice refill when I ask, won't you baby?”
“I...yes! I'm gonna! I'll fill you up anytime, noona!” you state firmly.
“Good boy. Maybe you’re not as hopeless as Chuu made you out to be,” Haseul hums, giving you a peck on the lips before standing back up, sorting herself out as if nothing happened.
“Be seeing you.” She gives an elegant wave and turns around, going through the door and leaving you there, your cock still out and moist with her release. And boy, just the thought of her brings hardness back to it, already twitching and eager for more. “Be seeing you, Haseul noona.”
"—and then she's begging me to go harder, like actually begging, so obviously I—"
"Oh my god, shut up." Jinsoul throws a pillow at your head from across the couch. "Seriously. Shut the fuck up."
You catch it, grinning. "What? You asked how my weekend was."
"I asked if you did anything interesting. I didn't ask for a play-by-play of you fucking some random girl." She's glaring at you over her glasses, that annoyed look she gets when you've pushed too far. You've seen it a lot lately.
"It was pretty interesting," you say, because you can't help yourself. "Very interesting, actually. Want me to describe—"
"No." She cuts you off, going back to her phone. "I really, really don't."
This is routine by now. You tell her about your latest hookup, she gets annoyed and tells you to shut up, you tease her about being prudish, she throws something at you. It's been like this for months, ever since you started actually having success with dating apps.
Jinsoul's your best friend. Has been since college, back when you were both awkward and single and spent weekends gaming instead of going out. Difference is, you eventually figured out how to talk to girls. She... didn't. Still hasn't, as far as you know.
Not that she's bad looking. She's hot as hell, objectively. But she's also got this whole nerdy, keeps-to-herself thing that apparently doesn't translate over very well to the dating scene. Oversized hoodies, glasses, constantly has her nose in a book or her laptop.
You watch her scroll for a second, then decide to go for it.
"It was Chuu, by the way."
The scrolling stops.
Not dramatically, she doesn't gasp or drop her phone. Her thumb just... stills. A half-second pause that she covers immediately by scrolling again, slightly too fast now.
"Okay," she says.
"Just thought you'd want to know."
"I really didn't."
"She says hi, actually."
"She does not."
"She didn't," you admit, "but she did ask about you after. Like genuinely asked, not small talk. Wanted to know if you were seeing anyone."
Jinsoul's jaw shifts. Just slightly. "Cool."
"I told her no. That you don't really—"
"Cool," she repeats, louder.
You should stop. You know you should stop—you can read Jinsoul better than anyone and every signal she's giving is the polite version of I will actually get up and leave. But there's a different feeling tonight. Usually her annoyance is surface-level, the kind she shakes off in ten minutes. This is something else. She's not looking at you at all now, which she usually does even when she's pissed, because Jinsoul's the type to maintain eye contact out of sheer stubbornness.
"She's a good time," you say, mostly just to see what happens. "Really good, actually. Very—"
"I know what Chuu is like." Flat. Quiet.
Interesting.
"Do you?"
"She's my friend." She finally looks up, and there it is—not quite anger, something more complicated than that sitting right behind her eyes. "Can you please just talk about literally anything else."
"Sure." You shrug, lean back into the couch cushions. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Anything."
"Okay. Did you finish Horimiya?"
"Yes."
"Was it good?"
"Yes."
"Cool." A pause. "Chuu told me she—"
The second pillow hits you square in the face.
You're laughing before it even falls to your lap, fully delighted, and you hear her exhale hard through her nose—that sound that means she's trying not to smile and winning by the smallest margin.
"You're insufferable," she says.
"You love me."
"Genuinely debatable right now."
The TV's got some cooking competition running on mute, and for a few minutes you actually let it sit quiet. Jinsoul pulls her knees up to her chest, hoodie sleeves pulled down over her hands, and goes back to her phone. Normal. Routine. Except she's sitting a little more coiled than usual, and twice you catch her starting to say something and swallowing it.
The third time, it comes out.
"Was it actually her?"
You glance over. "What?"
"Chuu." She isn't looking at you. "Was it actually her or are you just saying that to be annoying?"
"Would I make that up?"
"Yes."
"Fair. But no. Friday night, after Heejin's thing." You watch her process that—Heejin's party, which Jinsoul left early, which Chuu stayed at. The math is easy and unpleasant and you can see her doing it. "It just kind of happened."
"Mm."
"She's really—"
"If you say really good one more time I'm going to kill you."
"I was going to say really into eye contact," you say, which is somehow worse, you can tell by the way Jinsoul's shoulders climb half an inch toward her ears. "Very intense. Very—"
"Stop." She puts her phone down. Not throws it, not slams it—just sets it face-down on the cushion beside her, which is somehow way more scary. "I'm serious. Stop talking about her."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to hear it."
"You've never wanted to hear it. That's never stopped you from—"
"I really don't want to hear it right now." Her voice has dropped. Different tone than the pillow-throwing, different tone than the eye-rolling. She's looking at you straight-on now, glasses slightly pushed up, jaw clenched. "Okay? Can you just—for once—drop it."
"Okay," you say.
Quiet.
The cooking show flickers. Someone on screen is upset about a soufflé.
"Whatcha gonna do about it?" you say.
You mean it as a joke. Mostly. The same way everything tonight has been mostly a joke. Mostly just pushing because she always shoves back and it's funny, it's always funny, that's the whole routine. Except she goes very still when you say it, and the stillness isn't the same stillness as when the phone-scrolling-stops.
She moves before you fully register it—just closes the distance between you two with absolutely zero hesitation, her hand grabbing a fistful of your shirt, and then she's kissing you.
It's clumsy. She comes in at a slightly wrong angle and her glasses bump your face and she makes this short frustrated sound against your mouth and corrects. The correction is worse, somehow—more direct, her fingers tightening in your shirt like she's worried you're going to pull back.
You are too stunned to do anything for about two full seconds.
She pulls back first. Barely an inch. Her eyes are open and she's watching you with this expression that is trying very hard to look like she does this all the time and failing completely—cheeks already going pink, breathing through her nose, waiting.
"There," she says. "That."
Your brain catches up.
Jinsoul's still watching you with wide eyes behind her glasses, her hand still fisted in your shirt, and you can see the exact moment where she realizes what she's done.
She starts to pull back. "I shouldn't have—"
You don't let her finish.
Your hand comes up to cup the back of her neck, fingers sliding into her hair, you take half a second to reach up and carefully pull those glasses off her face, setting them somewhere on the couch without looking. Then you pull her back in, properly.
"Oh," Jinsoul breathes against your mouth, and then she's kissing you back.
She tastes like the coffee she was drinking earlier, slightly bitter, and her lips are softer than you expected. Softer than Chuu's, softer than any of the girls you've ever mentioned over the last few months. The thought flickers through your mind and then disappears entirely because Jinsoul makes this small sound—not quite a whimper, not quite a gasp—and presses closer.
Her other hand comes up to your chest, not pushing, just resting there like she needs to steady herself.
You pull back just enough to look at her. "Jinsoul—"
"Don't." Her eyes are still closed, her breathing uneven. "Don't ask if I'm sure. Don't ask if this is weird. Just—" She opens her eyes, and there's something almost defiant in her expression, that stubborn way her jaw is set even as her cheeks are flushed pink. "I'm doing something about it. Like you said."
"I didn't think you'd actually—"
"Well I am." She kisses you again, harder this time, with more conviction, and her hand slides from your chest up to your shoulder, gripping tight. "I'm sick of hearing about Chuu. About all of them. I'm sick of you looking at me like I'm—like I'm just—"
She doesn't finish the sentence. Instead she shifts, trying to get closer, but the angle's wrong and she ends up half in your lap, knee digging into your thigh, and she makes a frustrated sound.
"Here," you say, and your hands go to her hips—the skin of her thighs warm under your palms. You guide her properly into your lap, her knees bracketing your hips, and the small pleased sound she makes goes straight to your cock.
She's straddling you now, sitting back slightly, and you can see the way her chest is rising and falling too fast, the way her hands are shaking slightly where they're pressed against your shoulders. She's trying so hard to look confident, to look like she knows what she's doing, but you've known her for years and you can read every tell.
"Have you ever—" you start.
"No," she cuts you off, and there's that defiance again, her chin lifting. "But I know—I'm not stupid, I know how this works, I've—" She fumbles for words. "I've watched porn. I've read things. I know what to do."
The admission is so earnestly Jinsoul—so thoroughly her brand of awkward honesty—that you have to fight back a smile. "That's not the same as—"
"I know it's not the same." Her fingers curl into your shirt. "But I want to try. I want—" She takes a breath. "I want you to stop looking at everyone else."
Oh.
Oh.
"Jinsoul," you say, and your hands tighten on her hips without meaning to. "How long have you—"
"Months." It comes out almost angry. "Months of listening to you talk about fucking other girls. About how good they are, how hot they are, what they let you do to them." Her hips shift, probably unconsciously, and the friction makes you both inhale sharply. "I didn't—I wasn't going to say anything. But then Chuu—"
She cuts herself off, but you can fill in the blanks. Chuu, who's her friend. Chuu, who she's probably compared herself to more than once. Chuu, who you described in vivid detail not twenty minutes ago.
"I'm sorry," you say, and mean it. "I didn't know—"
"Of course you didn't know. I didn't tell you." She's looking at you now, really looking, and her eyes are dark without her glasses. "But I'm telling you now. I want—I want you to f-fuck me. I want you to—" She swallows hard. "I want to know what it's like. What they get to have."
Your cock is fully hard now, and honestly probably has been since she first kissed you. There's no way she can't feel it pressed against her through your jeans. Her eyes widen slightly when she shifts and the angle changes, when she can feel exactly how hard you are.
"Is that—" Her voice is shaky. "Is that because of me?"
"Well," you say, manage. "It's not because of the cooking show."
The smile that crosses her face is small but genuine, pleased in a way that makes your chest tight. Then she's kissing you again, and this time there's less hesitation, more hunger. Her tongue slides against yours and she makes these breathy little sounds that drive you insane, her hips starting to move in small unconscious circles.
You slide your hands under her hoodie, palms flat against her sides, and she gasps into your mouth at the contact. Her skin is impossibly soft, warm, and when you drag your hands higher she arches into the touch.
"Can I—" You tug at the hem of her hoodie.
"Yes," she says immediately, and helps you pull it over her head.
She's wearing a simple cotton bra underneath, gray, nothing fancy. Somehow that makes it hotter—that she wasn't planning this, wasn't dressed for seduction. Just Jinsoul in her comfortable, everyday clothes, finally saying what she's been holding back for months.
You can see her nipples hard through the thin fabric, can see the way her chest is flushed, and when you run your thumb over one she makes a choked sound and her hips jerk.
"Sensitive," you murmur.
"I—yes—" She's breathing hard. "I don't—people don't usually—"
"No one's touched you here before."
She shakes her head, and fuck, the thought of being the first one to touch her like this makes something possessive appear in your gut.
You lean in, press your mouth to her neck, and she tilts her head back with a gasp. Her skin tastes like body wash, something clean and slightly floral, and when you scrape your teeth against her pulse point she whimpers.
"Oh god," she breathes. "Is it—is it supposed to feel like this already?"
"Like what?"
"Like I'm—" She can't seem to finish, her hips rolling against you with more purpose now, seeking friction. "It's too much. I'm already—"
You pull back to look at her, and fuck she's gorgeous like this—hair messed up, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded. "Already what?"
"Close," she admits, and she looks embarrassed about it. "I think—I've never felt like this before, I don't know if I'm—"
"You're turned on," you tell her, and slide one hand down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against you. She moans, full-throated and loud, and her hands scramble for purchase on your shoulders. "Really fucking turned on."
"I've been turned on before," she protests weakly. "This is—this is different."
"Because it's not just your hand this time."
She makes a strangled sound. "Don't—don't say it like that."
"Like what?" You're grinning now, can't help it. "You're the one who started this. You're the one who decided to do something about it."
"I know," she says, and then she's kissing you again, messy and desperate, her hips moving in a rhythm that's completely unconscious now, just chasing sensation.
You can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her shorts, can feel how wet she must be already, and when you rock up to meet her she breaks the kiss to gasp.
"Please," she says, and she sounds wrecked already. "Please, I need—I don't know what I need but—"
"I've got you," you tell her, and mean it. "I've got you."
"Bedroom," Jinsoul says suddenly, pulling back. Her lips are kiss-swollen, her pupils blown wide. "We should—the couch is—"
"Too small," you finish, because she's right, you're already half falling off it with her in your lap.
She climbs off you and immediately seems to second-guess herself, standing there in just her bra and sleep shorts, arms starting to come up before she forces them back down. You stand too, and her eyes track down your body, lingering obviously on the bulge in your jeans.
"Is it—" She swallows. "Does it hurt? Being that hard?"
"Little bit," you admit.
"Oh." She reaches out, hesitates with her hand hovering inches from your belt. "Can I—"
"Yeah."
Her fingers fumble with your belt buckle, shaking slightly, and she makes a frustrated sound when it doesn't immediately cooperate. You're about to help when she gets it, triumph flashing across her face as she yanks the belt free and starts on your button.
"I've got it," she mutters, more to herself than you. "I know how to—it's just a button, I'm not—"
The button pops free. She drags your zipper down and then pauses, staring at the outline of your cock straining against your boxers like she's not sure what to do next.
"You can touch it," you say.
"I know that." But she's biting her lip, hesitating in a way that's so clearly out of her depth that something protective rises in your chest.
You cup her face, tilt it up to kiss her again, softer this time. She melts into it with a small sound, and while she's distracted you slide your hands down her sides to hook your thumbs in the waistband of her shorts.
She breaks the kiss. "Wait—I should—" She takes a breath. "Chuu probably does it better. Takes her clothes off, I mean. She probably knows how to make it—"
"Stop." You cut her off. "I don't want Chuu right now. I want you."
"But you said she was—"
"I was being an asshole." You slide her shorts down and she steps out of them, standing there in just her underwear—plain gray cotton that matches her bra, and somehow that's hotter than any lingerie. "And you're—fuck, look at you."
She glances down at herself like she's not sure what you're seeing, then back up at you. "I'm not—I don't look like—"
"You look perfect." You mean it. She's all soft curves and pale skin, the slight swell of her stomach, the curve of her hips, thighs pressed together. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
Her breath hitches. Then she's pushing at your jeans, trying to shove them down your hips, impatient now. You help her, kicking them off along with your boxers, and your cock springs free.
Jinsoul stares.
"Oh my god," she says, very quietly. "That's—that's supposed to fit inside me?"
You can't help it—you laugh. "We'll make it work."
"How?" She sounds genuinely concerned. "I've used—I have a—but it's not—" She gestures vaguely at your cock. "That's bigger than—"
"We'll go slow."
"You didn't go slow with Chuu." It comes out before she can stop it, and she looks embarrassed immediately. "Sorry, I shouldn't—"
"Chuu isn't a virgin."
"Right." Jinsoul takes a breath, lets it out. Then, with visible determination, she wraps her hand around your cock.
Your hips jerk involuntarily at the contact and she makes a startled sound, almost letting go before her grip tightens. Her hand is smaller than yours, fingers not quite meeting around your girth, and the touch is uncertain, exploratory.
"It's hot," she says, wonder in her voice. "I didn't—it's really hot."
"Yeah." Your voice comes out strained.
She strokes experimentally, base to tip, and you groan. Encouraged, she does it again, twisting slightly on the upstroke like she's remembering something she read, and—
"Fuck," you grit out. "Where did you—"
"Reddit," she admits, and there's a hint of pride in her voice now as she strokes you again. "There were guides. I read—I wanted to know what to—oh."
You've slid your hand between her thighs, cupping her through her underwear, and she's soaked through the fabric. She gasps, her rhythm on your cock faltering as you press against her.
"You're so wet," you murmur, rubbing slow circles. "Fuck, Jinsoul."
"Is that—is that good?" She's trying to keep stroking you but her coordination is failing, her hips rocking into your hand instead.
"So good." You hook your fingers in her underwear. "Can I—"
"Yes, just—please—"
You pull them down and she steps out of them, then reaches behind herself to unclasp her bra with slightly more success than the belt. When it falls away you get your first real look at her tits—small, perfect handfuls with pale pink nipples that are hard and begging for attention.
You lean down and take one in your mouth.
"Oh fuck," Jinsoul gasps, her hand flying to your hair, gripping tight. "Oh fuck, that's—"
You suck harder, let your teeth graze, and her knees actually buckle. You catch her, guide her backward toward your bedroom, reluctant to take your mouth off her but needing somewhere better than the hallway.
She falls back onto your bed with a bounce, sprawling there completely naked, hair fanned out, chest heaving. For a second she just stares up at you standing over her, and you can see thoughts racing across her face—nervousness, want, that stubborn determination.
Then she spreads her legs.
"Okay," she says, and her voice only shakes a little. "I'm ready. Just—you should probably—" She gestures between her legs. "I read you're supposed to—before the actual—"
"You want me to eat you out first."
Her face flushes the brightest red you've ever seen. "If you want. I mean, the guides said it helps with—for virgins—"
You're already kneeling between her legs before she finishes stammering. "Jinsoul."
"Yeah?"
"Stop thinking about guides." You press a kiss to her inner thigh and she shudders. "Just feel."
"Okay," she whispers. "Okay."
You drag your tongue up her slit and she nearly levitates off the bed.
It's heaven between her legs, your face buried in her pussy, tongue working her clit while she makes increasingly desperate sounds above you. Her thighs are trembling on either side of your head, her hands fisted in your sheets, and when you slide one finger inside her she clenches around you so tight it's almost concerning.
"Oh god oh god oh god—" It's all running together, her hips rocking up to meet your mouth. "I'm gonna—I think I'm—"
You curl your finger and she cums with a sharp cry, her whole body going rigid before she's shaking through it, pulsing around your finger. You work her through it until she's pushing weakly at your head, oversensitive.
When you pull back and look up at her, she's staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, chest heaving.
"That was—" She tries to form words. "Holy shit."
"Good?" You're grinning, can't help it.
"I think I blacked out a little." She props herself up on her elbows to look at you. "Is it always—do people always—"
"Not always." You crawl up her body, settling between her legs. Your cock brushes against her and she gasps. "But yeah, it can be."
She reaches down between you, wrapping her hand around your cock again, and guides it to her entrance with more confidence than coordination. "Okay. I'm ready now."
"Jinsoul—"
"I'm ready," she insists. "Just—go slow? Like you said?"
You line yourself up, pressing just the tip against her, and even that has her breathing changing. "If it hurts—"
"I know. I'll tell you." She wraps her legs around your hips, trying to pull you closer. "Please just—I need—"
You push in slowly, just the head, and she makes a sound that's half-gasp, half-whimper. Tight doesn't even begin to cover it—she's gripping you like a vice, her body resisting even as she's trying to relax.
"Breathe," you tell her, holding still. "Just breathe."
She takes a shaky breath, then another, and you feel her relax incrementally. You push in another inch and her nails dig into your shoulders.
"Okay?"
"It's—" She swallows hard. "It's a lot. You're really—fuck, you're really inside me."
"Just a little bit." You kiss her jaw, her neck, trying to help her relax. "We can stop if—"
"Don't you dare." Her legs tighten around you. "Keep going. I want—I want all of it."
You push in further, slow and steady, and she's making these small wounded sounds that you're pretty sure are half-pleasure, half-overwhelmed. When you're about halfway she tenses up again.
"Hurts," she admits quietly.
"Need to stop?"
"No. Just—hold on." She takes a few breaths, adjusts her hips slightly. "Okay. Keep going."
You sink in another inch and she whimpers. "God, is there more? How much—"
"Almost there."
"Jesus christ." But she's trying to relax again, breathing through it. "Chuu took all of it right away, didn't she."
Even now she's thinking about that. "We're not talking about Chuu right now."
"But she did, didn't she? She probably—"
You thrust the rest of the way in and Jinsoul's words cut off in a sharp gasp, her eyes rolling back.
"There," you grit out, because fuck she feels incredible. "That's all of it."
"Oh my god." She's panting, her body stretched tight around you. "Oh my god that's—you're—I can feel you everywhere."
You hold still, letting her adjust, and after a moment she experimentally rolls her hips. The friction makes you both groan.
"Okay," she breathes. "Okay you can—you can move."
You pull out slightly and thrust back in, shallow, testing. She gasps but doesn't tell you to stop, so you do it again. And again. Building a slow rhythm that has her making these breathy little sounds on each thrust.
"Is this—" She can't seem to finish sentences. "Am I doing it right?"
You're not doing anything," you point out, and she makes an indignant sound.
"I'm supposed to—the guides said—" She tries to move her hips to meet your thrusts and the angle goes wrong, making her wince. "Fuck, how do people—"
"Stop thinking," you tell her, pinning her hips down. "Just feel it."
You thrust deeper and she moans, her head falling back. "Oh fuck that's—right there—"
You angle your hips to hit that spot again and she practically sobs, her pussy clenching around you. You can tell she's close again, her body drawn tight, sounds getting higher and more desperate.
"Touch yourself," you tell her. "Your clit."
Her hand slides between your bodies obediently, fingers finding her clit, and the added stimulation has her gasping. You pick up your pace, fucking into her harder now, and she's meeting you as best she can, all awkward enthusiasm.
"I'm—" Her words dissolve into incoherent sounds. "Please don't stop don't stop don't—"
You don't stop. You fuck her through her second orgasm, feeling her tighten and pulse around your cock, and the sensation combined with her wrecked sounds pushes you right to the edge.
"Jinsoul—" It's a warning. "I'm gonna—where—"
"Inside," she gasps. "I'm on—birth control—please—"
That's all you need. You thrust deep and cum hard, spilling inside her while she makes soft satisfied sounds, her hands stroking through your hair.
For a long moment you just stay like that, both breathing hard, sweaty and stuck together.
Then Jinsoul laughs.
It's breathless and a little disbelieving, but genuine. "Holy shit."
"Yeah," you agree.
"That was—" She's still trying to catch her breath. "Way better than the guides made it sound."
You pull out and immediately there's the wet sound of cum leaking out of her onto your sheets. Jinsoul makes a surprised noise, propping herself up to look down.
"Oh gross," she says, but she's still smiling. "It's just—coming out."
"Yeah, that happens."
"The guides didn't mention—" She pokes at your chest. "You couldn't have warned me?"
"You told me to cum inside you!"
"I was caught up in the moment!" She's laughing though, even as she's trying to clench her thighs together to stop the mess spreading. "Oh my god, do you have tissues or—this is going everywhere—"
You grab the box from your nightstand and hand it to her. She immediately stuffs a wad of tissues between her legs, looking completely unself-conscious about it in a way that's so perfectly Jinsoul it makes you grin.
"Stop looking at me like that," she says, but there's no heat in it. "This is your fault."
"You literally asked for it."
"Shut up." She throws a used tissue at you and you dodge, both of you grinning like idiots.
When she's cleaned up enough to move without dripping on everything, she shifts to lie on her side facing you, sheet pulled haphazardly over her waist. Her hair's a complete mess, lips still swollen, and there's a hickey blooming on her neck that you definitely remember making.
"So," she says.
"So."
A pause. Then: "You're not gonna tell me about this one, are you."
You snort. "What, brag to you about fucking you?"
"Would be weird," she admits. She's quiet for a second, then: "Was I better than Chuu?"
"Jinsoul—"
"I'm just asking." But she's biting her lip, trying to look casual about it and failing.
You reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear. "You were perfect."
"That's not an answer."
"Yes it is." You lean in and kiss her, soft and brief. "And I'm not talking about other girls anymore. Kind of ruins the mood when you're right here."
She processes that, and slowly, that pleased smile from earlier returns. "Good."
"Good?"
"Good." She shifts closer, throwing a leg over your hip despite the mess, despite everything. "Because if you do, I'll just have to do something about it again."
You laugh. "Is that a threat?"
"It's a promise."
And when she kisses you this time, there's no hesitation at all.
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You almost forget you have a flatmate sometimes, she's here so infrequently this is mostly your own space. As such you have very few complaints, she pays rent, doesn't make a mess and doesn't keep you up at night even when she shows up once every few weeks.
This is the first time in a while you've shared a sentence that isn't 'Hey, I'm getting food– want some?' though. Gowon arrives and instead of locking herself up in her bedroom, she comes to say hello.
"Wanna hang out?" She asks. You nod and she heads to the fridge and comes back with the only bottle of soju you happened to have in the house. You two have never spent time together outside of two study sessions. You said yes without thinking.
Gowon looks faintly sleep-deprived, wearing a grey cardigan around her shoulders. "Let's play a game– it's been a while since I got to use them.”
“Alright.” You say briefly, she grabs some controllers, tossing one to you. It lands harshly into your stomach, nearly winding you. The machine whirs to life slowly, her technology showing its age.
"Garfield Kart is a strange-ass choice, Gowon.' You laugh—it's maybe the first real thing you've learned about her. She sits down next to you, sinking into the cheap furniture.
"It's underrated cinema, I wouldn't expect you to know much about good games." She fights back, though her playtime exposes her.
“30 minutes? Wow you must have loved this game.”
Gowon doesn’t respond, picking her racer in Odie. You choose Garfield, he looks slightly creepy but the humans look worse. The map isn’t recognisable, at least to you. Gowon on the other hand smiles at the suburb. Its cartoony buildings copy and pasted over long stretches of land, save for the different coloured roofs.
“This looks ancient, when did this come out?”
“2013.” She snaps, sitting forward in her seat. Taking this Garfield Kart stuff as serious as her education.
“Oh okay…” You don’t want to get embarrassed too hard, so you imitate her actions. Three, two, one. Then it’s off, she blazes ahead of you and the bots. It’s disrespectful how far the game puts you behind, shrugging it off and looking for any chance to put yourself back in the race.
“son of a bitch…” Gowon mutters underneath her breath, so focused you can see her move her entire body in sync with her cart in your peripheral.
One mistake, swerving into a house and you are in first place for all of six seconds before repeating her mistake. The music gets more obnoxious as cartoon crash noises join it, Gowon and you swap constantly, vying for first place.
“You are so going down!” You mock, trying to get into her head and throw her off.
“No fucking way! You are going to eat shit!” She shouts back with fire, using a skull power-up that detonates on top of you. Immediately sending you crying back for 5th place.
The rest of the race is guaranteed. And your flatmate is truly humble– only jumping onto the floor, throwing her hands up into the air, hitting the best rendition of a club dance she could.
“Bullshit.”
“Loser!”
“Run it back.”
She nods, the second race is immediately set underway. You stop caring halfway through, realising how truly awful this experience is– it's an unbalanced, bullshit slop that looks like it’s one of those ‘straight to DVD’ movies. The only semblance of fun you have is because Gowon loses this one.
“No fucking way we are doing a third race.” You are pleading, you’ll forfeit if it means you don’t have to play another round. She can win.
“Fine, if you want to be a loser.” You’ll be a loser this one time.
Gowon cracks open the bottle, pouring soju into each of the shot glasses. You join her in drinking it to purge away the atrocities you witnessed.
The tension in the room grows, no Garfield Kart means you have to actually communicate with each other. You shift in your seat uncomfortably, taking another shot while you rack your head of what to say.
“So… what sparks the invite?” You turn to face her, she looks down to her drink, swirling it.
“I just felt bored. Nothing more.”
“Fair enough, been up to anything?” The silence is deafening, you tap on your phone screen. Letting music fill the room to make it a more comfortable environment.
“Way too much– work, school and constant nagging from everyone. You?”
“Basically said it all for me, life can be a bitch.” She nodded, Gowon put her feet up on the table. Her head resting against the back cushion. You join her.
“Yeah you could say that again. Surely you’ve done something fun recently?” She’s begging you to lighten the mood, suddenly Garfield doesn’t seem so bad.
“Been on those stupid dating apps recently, seeing if I can strike gold.” You reply honestly, it’s something. Get five messages, try to schedule something. Then it stops right there, rinse repeat and try again.
“Eugh– really?” Her face morphs in disgust, “That sounds awful.”
“Are you not into the dating market?”
Gowon takes another shot, “No, it’s never worth the effort. You try to meet someone and it’s so much work– they either want to get in your panties immediately or are so fucking dry.”
“It can suck sometimes.”
“Sometimes? Everyone is so sex obsessed, it’s not even that good and I can’t get to know someone before they try to get lucky” She speaks from experience, shaking her head.
“So you’ve had a few bad experiences and now you’ve given up?”
“If it’s only bad then what’s the point?” She asks.
“Because good sex is worth it, you just have to endure till you get there.”
Gowon scoffs at your statement. “Are you trying to insinuate something?” It’s shockingly accusatory– catching you off guard.
“Not really, I’m just saying sex is good if you have the right cock– or pussy. I don’t discriminate.”
“Oh well, fine– pull your dick out.” She challenges, sitting back up. “I’m confident that I’m right.”
“What?” You respond meekly, also sitting up.
“I didn’t stutter.”
You should laugh this off. Say no. Instead you're unbuttoning your pants, because apparently this is happening now– your flaccid length exposed to your roommate who is mostly a stranger. She looks at it with no expression at all.
Then she goes for it, putting her whole mouth on your shaft. It’s sudden and her teeth drag against you, getting a hiss. Despite that, you start to harden in Gowon’s warm mouth.
Her eyes are pointed firmly towards your crotch, her tongue goes in directions that don’t make sense. It feels disappointing– her approach was so strong compared to this.
You don’t say much. She slobbers over your cock, She's messy– spit dripping down your shaft, pooling at the base.. She only uses her mouth. Gowon doesn't react when you grab her hair– keeps sucking the same. She’s so fucking hot though, you only realise it now she’s got her mouth full.
Watching her give head is more pleasurable than the act itself– the atmosphere feels awkward and you are tempted to neck some of the Soju beside you.
“Fuck…” She increases the pressure– the suction giving a lone spark of bliss. You can’t continue like this, taking matters into your own hands and moving. Gowon’s gag reflex activates immediately, sputtering saliva upwards. With zero care given she continues, so you do the same.
Your dick reaches Gowon’s throat with great difficulty. Only getting to enjoy a few seconds before you have to pull back– let her breathe. You slip out of her mouth and she continues breathing modestly. A few seconds later her lips are parted by your tip, eyes wet with tears in the corners.
“Gowon…” You huff, feeling your orgasm creep up.
She’s too preoccupied to say anything, just silently accepting it– at this rate you’ll never cum properly. Sitting on the edge forever, you thrust into her mouth, chasing your orgasm.
You let out a loud moan, firing shots of pent-up semen right into her mouth. Holding her still to not drip any on the furniture. When Gowon is let up, she grabs a rogue tissue she has handy. Spitting your load out of her mouth multiple times, making sure not a drop of it remains.
“There– I told you it means nothing.” She runs her arm over her mouth, wiping away any excess saliva and going back on her phone.
“Okay– I get it.”
You didn't. You excuse yourself to the bathroom.
The morning comes and the thoughts of last night come with it. She wasn’t very good– but Gowon still sucked you off, it makes your head spin.
It’s more confusing when she comes downstairs. “Hey, I’m going to make toast.” It’s dismissive and casual, Gowon doesn’t even mention it.
“Okay? Is that all?” You prod, digging your spoon into cereal.
“Might make some eggs, do we have any eggs?” She looks above the microwave, finding a carton with just a few left over. “Yay.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Gowon ignores you, cracking an egg on a flat surface into the oiled pan.
“Gowon.” You push further.
“Hm? Want some? We have just enough– have I cooked for you before? I’m not the best…” She hasn’t, though her reputation precedes her. She’s distracting you.
“No, I want to talk about last night.” You stop beating around the bush, she’ll run you in circles forever otherwise.
She grabs some bread, humming as she slots it into the toaster and puts it on the lowest setting. “About what? The Garfield Kart? We don’t have to play it again since you hated it so much– gosh, no taste.”
“Obviously not that! I don’t give a fuck about that game.” She’s frustrating.
“Oh, the blowjob? There’s not much to discuss.” Gowon nearly burns the egg, scraping metal onto the pan and getting it on a plate. “Your dick was in my mouth, that’s it. Now– I’m about to eat, don’t spoil my appetite.”
She plates up her toast and egg, it’s more charcoal than anything. Your disapproval grows when she sits adjacent to you, scrolling on her phone as she takes a bite.
So dismissive, so annoying.
“Nothing to discuss?”
“Yeah? I just wanted to prove my point.” She basically waves you away. “If you keep dragging this I’m just going to go back to my room, so knock it off?”
It's ridiculous. You stare at your cereal. She chews her charcoal toast like nothing happened. The scrape of her fork on the plate is the only sound for a long time.
Fuck. You can't take your eyes off Gowon. Haven't been able to for the last twenty minutes.. She's in a baggy shirt and loose pants, clearly nothing underneath. Her words don't register. You're too busy imagining that pretty mouth stretched around your cock, your hands fisted in her hair.
You're already getting hard just thinking about it, then your mind pushes deeper. Pinning her down, fucking her until the bed cries for mercy. What would it be like to hold her after? Let her body rest against yours, feel her breathing slow.
She stirs and impurity continues to stain your thoughts– filling her up, then watching it flow out between her thighs while marking her neck. But then your mind goes even more astray– what about the morning after? When she comes down tired and in desperate need of coffee. Would you know how she takes it?
"Are you listening?" Gowon nudges you, bringing you out of your trance for a moment. She rolls her eyes. You wish they were rolling back for a different reason. Having her full attention is rare. You'll take it, even if it's from annoyance.
"Hm? Yeah yeah."
She scoffs at your obvious lie, "Are you so obsessed with sex you can't even listen to me? God, you are the worst."
"I–' She's got you. Even now, getting told off, all you can think about is getting between her thighs. Making her squirm.
"Gosh…" She shakes her head but doesn't move. Stays right where she is.
You need to turn this around. If you annoy her into leaving, you don't know what you'll do.
"Don't lie, I know you were thinking about me too."
"No? I don't have to think about fucking twenty-four-seven!" She's bitten right away.
"Oh yeah? Staring at my bulge and thinking nothing? Really– I'm supposed to believe that?"
"Yes, because it's true! Sex isn't that good, I don't care." You have her.
Right where you want her.
"We both know you don't believe that. You're just scared to admit you're as desperate as everyone else."
"I'm not, gosh. Stop thinking with your cock."
"Prove it."
She scoffs. "You're so fucking pathetic."
"And you're a fucking liar."
Gowon's jaw tightens. For a second you think she's going to leave– grab her shit and disappear into her room for another two weeks. Instead she throws her phone aside, turns to face you fully.
"Fine. You want to fuck so badly? Let's fuck. I'll show you it's nothing."
She pulls her shirt over her head before you can respond. No bra. Just Gowon, half-naked on your bed, looking at you like you're an inconvenience she's choosing to tolerate.
"Well?"
You're on her in seconds. Kissing her hard enough to bruise, one hand already shoving her pants down, rubbing your tip against her folds. She kisses back– if you can call it that. More like battling with mouths. She bites your lip, you bite hers even harder. Neither of you breaks eye contact.
"Still nothing?" you ask against her mouth.
"Nothing."
You push inside her without any more preamble. She's wet– wetter than someone who "doesn't care" should be– but her face stays neutral. Eyes on yours. Challenging you even.
You've never wanted to ruin someone so badly.
Gowon's folded in half on your bed, legs pushed back. You are absolutely hammering against her tight cunt, hitting her cervix every thrust, She's squeezing around you so tight it almost hurts.
And all you can think about is her.. Your hands are bunching up Gowon's hair, pulling hard and all you can think about is taking her on a date. Spending time with her that isn't this. Even though you started it.
You tighten your grip, yank her head back. "Dirty little slut. Can't even admit it."
She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to your cock–but also somewhere else. Somewhere inconvenient. You want to hear that sound again, softer, against your neck while you're half-asleep. You wish to know what she sounds like when she says your name and means it. When she's not performing.
"N-no!" She's lying. You can tell by the way her thighs are shaking, how her voice cracked on the word. You don't have to wait long. Gowon cums hard, squirting against your stomach, soaking the sheets. You pull out, flip her over, shove her toward a dry spot.
You think about how this position could be different. Holding her after a long day, murmuring stupid shit against her hair.
It's hard to ignore– but you bury yourself back inside her anyway. She bites her lip, trying to avoid letting out an overstimulated whine. "Are you still going? Fuck, just finish already."
"Don't act like you didn't just squirt all over the fucking bed."
"You just got lucky, it means nothing." She says it while her fingers curl into the sheets, refusing to let go. She's not making sense, you aren't making sense. You grip her hip with one hand, slap her tit with the other. They look soft. The kind you could fall asleep on.
"Tell yourself that, you are a cock-addicted slut." You punctuate it with a harder thrust. She's sweaty, flushed. You drag your tongue up her neck, taste the salt on her skin. Sinking your teeth into her to leave marks, she's made you absolutely feral.
"Just cum already!" Her voice cracks at the end, a moan slipping through. You are close, burying yourself as deep into Gowon's wet hole. You flood her with thick spurts. She groans as you empty yourself inside.
"oh my god…" You pant.
“Get off.” Gowon's voice is flat, with no energy behind it.
"Yep." You haven't moved, still buried deep inside.
"Okay, you can move now."
"I know." You stay a bit longer. Enjoy the stillness.
And then her fingers find yours.
Gowon finishes her shower after you, coming back with damp hair hastily dried. Wearing mint pajamas, she stares in your doorway timidly– scratching her arm with her nails.
“Hey. Do you mind if I stay here?” It comes as a shock, you hastily accept. She closes the door behind her, sitting down on the edge of your bed.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, just– thinking…” Her words trail off, going silent as she reflects on something. “There’s a reason I’m here more, y’know?”
You tap the mattress spot next to you, the sheets changed in the time she spent in the shower. Gowon takes the offer and sits there. Puts her head against your shoulder.
“Why’s that?”
She waits before speaking, “It’s been a lot at home recently, I’m fine but nobody else is. Being there is draining– you by comparison are so much better.”
Seconds pass while you formulate a response, choosing to wrap your arms around her body and hug her properly. She pulls the blanket over you both without a word. She inches closer and your head is all over the place.
“I’m here for you.”
“Thanks…” She yawns, you yawn– readjusting to get cosy. “It keeps piling up. There’s so much on my plate, still fighting though.”
You want to ask about you two. You don't. Just hold her tighter while she talks. Hold her a bit tighter while she talks, first about some more problems, then about nothing in particular.
And now you have an answer to one of those questions from earlier.
She’s still here when you wake up. That’s new.
Gowon’s side of the bed is cold but the indent remains, pillow still dented where her head was. You can hear the shower running through the wall. Steam curling under the bathroom door.
Last night replays without permission. Her head on your shoulder. The weight of her against your chest. The way her breathing slowed until it matched yours and how you stayed awake long after because you didn’t want to miss it.
You make coffee. Two mugs, because maybe today is different. Maybe last night changed something.
She comes down in a towel, hair dropping, rooting through the clean laundry pile on the couch for something to wear. “Morning.”
“Morning. I made coffee.”
“Thanks.” She takes the mug without looking at you. Sips it black. You file that away– black, no sugar. Another answer.
“About last night–”
“I slept in your bed because mine doesn’t have clean sheets.” She says it while pulling a shirt over her head. Casual. Practiced. Like she rehearsed it in the shower. “Don’t make it weird.”
The coffee turns bitter in your mouth. Not the drink, that was already bitter. The moment.
“Right.”
“Right.” She sits on the counter, legs swinging, scrolling her phone. The same wall is back up, rebuilt overnight. Thicker than before, like she’s compensating for what she let you see.
You should let it go. You don’t.
“You can talk to me, you know. About the stuff at home. Whenever.”
“I know.” She doesn’t look up. “I’m fine.”
You stand there holding your mug, watching her exist in your kitchen like a stranger again. Twelve hours ago she was curled into you, whispering about things she hadn’t told anyone. Now she’s checking her notifications and acting like the coffee appeared by magic.
It stings, not a sharp pain. More like pressing on a bruise you forgot you had.
You don’t know who starts it.
That’s a lie. She does. Walks into your room while you’re changing, leans against the doorframe, and looks at you with the same flat expression she always wears.
“Want to fuck?”
It’s so blunt it almost makes you laugh. Almost. She’s standing there in your shirt– yours, you realize and offering her body like she’s lending you a textbook.
“Is that all this is to you?”
“It’s sex. It’s not complicated.” She pulls the shirt over her head. Strolls towards the bed. “Coming or not?”
You should say something. Should ask her why she can lie next to you all night but can’t look you in the eye in the morning. Should ask what she’s so afraid of.
You don’t ask anything.
You cross the room and push her onto the bed instead.
It starts the way it always does. Rough, fast, her underneath you making no sound. You’re inside her within minutes– barely any foreplay, just spit and the wetness she won’t admit to. She wraps her legs around you on instinct, then catches herself and lets them fall open instead. Passive. Offering you nothing.
Your hips snap against hers, hard enough to make the headboard tap the wall. She stares at the ceiling. You grab her jaw, force her to look at you.
“Look at me.”
She does. Eyes flat. Mouth set in a thin line. Daring you to try harder.
So you do. Faster. Deeper. Gripping her thigh hard enough to leave fingerprints. Her body responds– she’s wet, clenching around you, her pulse visible in her throat. But her face gives you nothing.
It’s maddening. You’ve been inside this girl multiple times now and she still looks at you like you’re furniture.
You thrust deeper, grinding against her when you bottom out. Her breath catches. Barely. A crack in the concrete.
“Feel that?”
“Barely.”
You yank her hips up, change the angle, drive into her at the spot that made her squirt last time. Her eyelids flutter. Her lips part. But she catches herself– forces her expression back to neutral within a second.
And then– you don’t know why– you slow down.
Not teasing, nor strategic. You just… slow. Your thrusts go from punishing to planned. Deep and unhurried. You watch her face for the confusion you know is coming.
There it is. A crease between her brows. Her eyes searching yours for the game, the angle.
You lower yourself closer. Chest against hers. Her heart is hammering– you can feel it against your ribs, frantic and dishonest. Your hand releases her thigh and finds her face instead. Thumb tracing her cheekbone, the way you would if this were something else.
You tilt your head down. Move toward her mouth. Not biting or rough like last time, just a kiss. A Slow, soft kiss that asks a question.
Gowon turns her face away.
Your lips land on her cheek. The rejection is so quiet it barely exists, just a shift of her jaw, two inches to the left. But it detonates inside your chest like she screamed it.
Her eyes are fixed on the wall now. Not monotone anymore. There's something else, something she’s trying very hard to keep contained.
“Don’t,” she says, almost inaudible.
You hover there for a second. Your cock still buried inside her, your hand still on her face, your mouth still close enough to feel her breath. The distance between you is millimeters and infinite at the same time.
Then something hardens in you. Fine. If she wants it like this, she gets it like this.
You pull back. Grab her hips with both hands. Resume the pace she understands and tolerates– brutal, selfish, the kind of fucking that doesn’t deserve eye contact. She exhales and you can’t tell if it’s relief or disappointment.
Maybe both. You don’t ask.
You flip her over, press her face into the pillow. She goes willingly—this is familiar territory. Your hand fists in her hair, yanking her head back while you pound into her from behind. The wet sound of skin on skin fills the room.
“This is what you want?” Your voice comes out wrong. Bitter. “Just this?”
“Answer me.”
“Yes” Flat. Practiced. A lie so obvious it insults both of you.
You fuck her harder. Not because it feels good– it does, she’s soaked and squeezing around you so tight you can barely think– but because you’re angry. At her, at yourself, at the fact that she can let you inside her body but not anywhere else.
Your orgasm builds quick, fueled by frustration more than pleasure. You bury yourself deep and come inside her with a groan that sounds more exhausted than satisfied. She doesn’t react. Doesn’t clench, doesn’t moan, doesn’t move.
You pull out. Roll onto your back. Stare at the ceiling while your breathing steadies.
Gowon gets up immediately. Pulls her clothes on– your shirt, her sweats. Doesn’t spare you a glance.
She’s at the door when you finally speak.
“Gowon.”
She stops. Doesn’t turn around.
A thousand things sit on your tongue. Why won’t you let me in? What are you scared of? I felt your heart beating against mine and it was the fastest it’s ever been. You turned your face away but you didn’t push me off. That means something. Tell me it means something. Please.”
“Nothing. Forget it.”
She leaves. The door closes behind her. The soft click of the latch falling into place.
You stare at the spot where she was standing.
Last time, her fingers found yours.
This time, nothing.
You can't help yourself. Something keeps pulling you further into whatever this is. You don't know what to call it. It's not love. You can't fall in love–not like this. Right? Even with all these thoughts. So you distract yourself the best you can– the same cycle. Gowon doesn't care about sex, as she says again and again and again. You've started weaponising it against her.
She's unbelievably nonchalant– it's driving you mad. Does she see you as nothing? You ripped her clothes off, threw them to the floor. She didn't even look. She tries to keep playing Balatro while you fuck her. You don't let her– you pin her wrists together, toss the phone aside.
The silence bothers you more than it should. No moans, no sounds– but her body language tells a different story. Her lips are swollen from biting down on them, flushed the same red as her cheeks.
"Tight–fucking–perfect little whore." You're rubbing her clit with your free hand, rough and fast. Gowon bites her lip harder, refusing to let anything slip.
This is insulting, damaging to your ego and yet.
It shouldn't matter. But those small moments from last night keep replaying, and the memory tightens around your chest the same way your hand instinctively tightens around her throat. That gets a sharp reaction. You think about stopping, but the floodgates are open now. She gasps. Then moans. Your thrusts stay brutal– Gowon's eyes flutter shut, her breath shallow under your grip.. Finally, something. She cums and you don't stop.
After a while, you let go of her throat. The red marks linger in your hand's absence, the sight almost sobering. But then she speaks–
"You done?"
"No. I'm not done with you." You flip her over. You push back in from behind–fuck, she's even tighter like this. She goes back to that faux nonchalance.
"Whatever– ugh" It's less offensive now that you know she's lying, hiding. Your mind is a mess. She knows it. She's doing this intentionally, right?
You try to shut your brain off. It doesn't work. Something possessive flares bright in your chest. Your hand finds her throat again, this time from behind. You're not gentle about it. Her ass ripples with every thrust, and something occurs to you.
With a few more thrusts, you pull out. Gowon lets out an involuntary gasp. “Spread your ass.”
"Huh?” She can't hide the surprise– but her hands obey you anyway. She knows what you'd say if she refused. It's just sex, right? And then she'd end up here anyway.
She's predictable, you are predictable.
Her ass is right there, spread open for you– and you realize you don't have lube. You improvise. Drag your fingers through the mess she made, get them slick. You push a finger into her ass, slow. She's tight, resistant at first– then she relaxes as you work deeper.
After enough prep, you line yourself up against her rim. Two deep breaths,yours and hers, you push in. Her slick makes it possible. You feel her stretch around you, inch by inch she takes it. Not a sound.
The silence leaves too much room to think. You despise it. "You like this, don't you? Getting your ass stretched this hard."
"I-I'm indifferent.” Her voice cracks. Doesn't hide a thing.
"Are you ever going to admit how fucking good this feels?" Your words shake– and not just because of how tight she is around you. You shiver. Fuck. You thrust harder, like it'll fix something.
"There's nothing to admit." She straightens her tone.
“We know that’s not true.” You choke her again, the oxygen leaves Gowon in a huff– she starts whimpering again.
You feel her quiver, cum hard. You don’t stop, too far gone to think.
"Why won't you just—" You don't finish the sentence, can’t figure out how.
She doesn’t respond, you keep pounding her ass until your orgasm follows suit. Exploding hard– groaning loudly as Gowon’s ass takes your load greedily, body unable to lie.
When you pull out she gives you no time to admire your handiwork– blocking it with her hand while she leaves so it doesn’t leak out. The door shuts behind her, deliberately quiet.
–
You've been in this bathroom too long. Surprising that Gowon hasn't knocked to complain. Maybe she's not here right now– it's for the best, you look a fucking mess. Your reflection stares back. Disheveled. Your legs ache from standing. The tile is cold under your bare feet. Tired. Eyes red, jaw clenched tight. She haunts you when she's not here and haunts you so much worse when she is.
If she were here, she'd see the tears. She'd know something was wrong. She'd ask you questions, questions that don't have answers. Or at least ones that don't make sense. It's a lot to think about, that's all you've done for the last hour. Think.
Think.
Think some more, until your head hurts.
It replays in your mind– the red marks on her throat, the way her voice broke when it finally made a sound, and the silence that followed.
The faucet drips in a rhythm you can't ignore, catching your attention for a few moments.
You told yourself it was just sex, that it meant nothing and she felt nothing. So why should you care? Every bruise, every bite– they meant nothing. Just the aftermath of whatever game you'd both chosen to play.
But you remember the look she gave you when you didn't pull away. When your hands stroked her hair without thinking. You remember how she shifted closer in her sleep. How her breathing slowed against your chest. How you stayed awake for another hour just to keep feeling it.
She looked confused. Maybe even a little scared. Like she didn't know what to do with softness. It stings to think about.
Even if you probably looked the same.
She should've pushed you away by now. The roughness, the degradation, the way you've used her body recklessly like you're trying to prove something– to her, to yourself? You're still not sure.
There has to be a reason she's still here.
You can think of one. Wishful at best. It's the sort of thought that you can't say out loud, not here and not to her. That perhaps, she feels something. That this means something. That underneath the nonchalance and the eye-rolls and her whole 'I don't care about sex' routine.
She's just as lost– just as scared as you are.
Or you've broken a relationship that's never started, stomped on a flower before it could bloom.
Maybe alcohol would help. Numb it for a while.
Your arms fold on the sink, head dropping onto them. The cold porcelain does nothing.
Gowon’s mind is a wreck, she can’t be at either of the two places she calls home. If she sees her parents she’ll have to face the noise– see you and she’ll have to be honest.
It sucks, she sits on the cold grass of the local park. Staring upwards at the moon, all the stars are polluted away– her brain is scattered, all over the place. She’s tired, it’s been hours since she left. That sex was too intense, you were too intense.
But she can’t bring herself to hate you for it, she thinks about the night she put her head on your shoulder. How easy it was. How she almost forgot to be careful. That scares her more than anything you've done to her body. She can't face her parents. Can't face you. Can't figure out which is worse. The first encounter replayed in her mind, she had no idea what she was doing and still she went for it.
Why?
She picks at a stray branch on the floor, prying twigs off while dancing deep in her mind. It pokes her, yet she continues to play with it. Every snap rings out into the night, biding her more time.
But Gowon knows, the longer she delays this– the worse it will get. Winter gets more unbearable as the night progresses, unless she wants to freeze to death. She will have to go somewhere.
She looks down at her phone, expecting light to greet her back. Nothing, it’s dead. No way to ask for a place to stay.
She stands up. Brushes the grass off. Starts walking before she can change her mind.
Gowon returns just before 3am– coming back and the first thing she finds is you. Laying on the living room floor, you had passed out and only came to your senses a bit prior to her arrival.
Seeing her brings back all of the emotions from earlier, you feel helpless looking at her. She’s slightly wistful, hugging her body in the cold. There’s something to say, but nobody will say it.
Then she forces her clothes down– you do the same. And right then and there you are back to routine, it doesn’t take long before you’re inside. Pinning her hands together, pumping in and out desperately.
You are desperate to feel her, all of her– your thrusts are fast, needy. She takes it with no complaints, no praise. That same silence, you ignore it. Use her body as a vent, releasing all your pent up emotions on her awaiting cunt.
Her wanting warmth endures it all, she’s the wettest and tightest she’s ever been– you can hear it, squelching noises filling the air alongside slapping skin. “Fuck!” You desire to be closer, clambering on top of her– burying your head into her neck.
There’s no rhythm, just pure ravenous hunger.
“Please.” You hear it– theres no mistaking the sound, Gowon’s soft moan, slipping out.
You slow down in surprise, “What?”
“Please, fuck me– just as you want to.”
“Of course.” You keep fucking her at this slower pace, every push inside hard enough to get a squeal. She’s not hiding anything now– you get to hear everything. It’s fucking perfect, Gowon’s moans are soft and delightful, airy.
"Fuck–" She can't finish the sentence. Buries her face against your shoulder. You feel her mouth move against your skin, words too quiet to hear.
“You feel so fucking tight.”
Gowon took your loving thrusts until she came, gushing all over your cock. “Ah, fuck!”
Pure euphoria fills your veins, looking at her. Gowon recovers in a few moments, She pushes you onto your back. Doesn't say anything– just climbs on top, lines herself up, and sinks down. Her eyes close. Her lips part.
You’ve never agreed more, pulling out and laying on your back. Gowon’s straddled over you, small body hovering in the air. Her messy slit touching against your swollen tip, she lowered herself slowly. She jolted– sinking down onto your cock.
“Oh my god– oh my god.” Gowon’s head fell back, she started to move– bouncing hard on your shaft. It entirely disappears inside of her body and reappears drowned in slick.
“That’s incredible.” You groan.
Her tits sway hypnotically– her pussy clenches as you hit all the right spots, your moans are just as loud as hers. This is the most beautiful woman there ever is, now she’s finally admitting what you’ve been wanting all along.
And fuck is it so satisfying.
"I– fuck." She tries to say something. Fails. Tries again. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." She fails to maintain her pace– you thrust up in assistance, Gowon’s mouth is constantly agape, a string of endless moans.
“Let me make you cum again” Your fingers rub her clit in circles exactly how she wants it– body reacting favourably.
“Please, keep– it up!” Her voice breaks as she cums again, the next move shocks you– she falls back and squirts all over you. Drowning you in abundant filthy juices, you drink all that lands in your mouth.
When she comes back to her senses, she laughs.
Actually laughs, the apathy has been eroded into something way more pleasant.
“Sorry…” She pants, still trying to catch her breath. She’s came twice and you haven’t yet. You close the gap, "I love you." You didn't mean to say it. The words just fell out, somewhere between a thrust and a breath.
She freezes. You freeze. The room is so quiet you can hear the hum of electronics.
Then her legs wrap around you tighter. She pulls you deeper. Presses her forehead against yours.
"Again," she whispers. "Say it again."
Gowon forces you into a kiss, this one is slow and passionate– the taste of mint and her breath so intoxicating you could never pull away. You have nothing to prove. Just to chase your high until it ends up deposited in Gowon and you don’t rush it. Staying at the perfect rhythm, fast enough to moan and slow enough to continue making out.
Unfortunately oxygen intervenes, Gowon pants against your ear and you inhale the sweat on her neck. You can’t prolong this moment much longer– throbbing deep inside Gowon, threatening to blow any moment now.
“Gowon…”
“I know– I can feel it. This time I really want you to cum inside, fill me up.” Her command triggers your orgasm– it’s strength blinds your vision, Gowon moaning as you stuffed her completely with every last drop you had.
Minutes pass. Neither of you moves. The living room floor is freezing and your back is going to hate you tomorrow.
"Hey," she murmurs against your chest.
"Hm?"
"I'd still beat you at Garfield Kart."
You laugh. She laughs. It's maybe the second real thing you've learned about her– what her laugh sounds like when she means it.
A/N #1: This is my gift to @starconstruction and @bunnsfw, my fellow Loona lovers. I didn't really proofread much as I am drained from writing this foursome. Please forgive me if I didn't exhibit their characters well, as I am not very well versed with them. It was very challenging, and I know it isn't up to par, but please enjoy it!
A/N #2: Check out my other latest works: Locked Secrets and Scattered Blueprints!
The door to Director Jeong Jinsol’s office closes with a soft click that feels louder than it should have.
“You're late.” A stern, yet soft voice thunders around the room. Her office is dim — curtains drawn, ceiling lights switched off. Only the lamp on her desk and the faint blue glow from her dual monitors remain lit. The air carries a sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with leather and something musky that seems to have been lingering for hours.
“I-I’m sorry, Director Jeong,” you say timidly. “I came as soon as I—”
“Is this how the nursing school teaches their students?” Director Jeong says, cutting you off.
Your gaze remains low, not daring to look up, but you catch a glimpse of the two from the corner of your eyes. It's Dr. Heejin from General Medicine and Dr. Haseul from ER (Emergency Medicine).
Haseul looks at you with a grin from the side, to which you sheepishly smile. Veering over to Heejin who stands beside Haseul, she looks at you with a mix of concern and worry, nodding to the empty space beside her, urging you to take your place beside her.
You scuttle through the room, standing right beside Heejin. None of you sit. Director Jeong didn't invite anyone to. She just continues to look at the monitor on her desk, staying silent throughout.
You mouth to Heejen: ‘What’s up?’
Heejin shakes her head with a puzzled expression. They're both in their doctor-wear, unbuttoned long white coat semi-covering their outfits, stethoscope hanging around their necks. She's in her off-shift clothes, they both are: Heejin is wearing an elegant white dress that hugs her every curve and bares her milky and smooth shoulders, and Haseul is wearing a tight leather miniskirt that rides dangerously high when she shifts, the lacy black top underneath peeking through her open jacket.
They texted you earlier:
<Haseul 🖤, 17:36> Hey wtf, why am I being called to Director Jeong’s office on my day off for an emergency?
<Heejin 🤍, 17:38> I’ll be going to Director Jeong’s office right now, emergency. We’ll have to cancel our date. Sorry 😢
You were already dressed up, preparing to head out to the fancy Italian restaurant a few blocks away from the hospital, but the text from Heejin set your plans on fire. Although, at the very next moment, your pager buzzed:
<Director Jeong Jinsol, 17:40> 18:30 sharp. My office. Emergency.
You slid your socks that was already half removed back on, and bolted out of your apartment. It's Director Jeong. If it's 18:30 sharp, it's 18:30 sharp.
And here you are, late. By a whole 2 minutes. It's not a big deal if you're meeting your chimaek friends, but it's definitely a huge deal in your line of work. Every second counts. Especially so with Director Jeong Jinsol. Why? Well, she's the director of the hospital you're working at, so she holds one of the highest authorities in this system. Known to be an extremely strict and tenacious person, she's climbed to her position in a mere five years from her graduation, and have been celebrated as the “Iron-Willed Monarch”. No one wants to step on her toes. But you just did anyway.
The silence is uncomfortable. The hum of the echoey room mixes with a low buzz — probably coming from the lamp light or her desktop’s CPU — and it's so quiet that you’re hearing your own heartbeat.
Director Jeong is seated right by her office desk, its bottom hollow, allowing you to see everything underneath. She's leaned back in her high-backed chair with her legs crossed, and a short black leather skirt that's high enough to show the lace tops of her sheer stockings. Her blazer lace hangs open, revealing the thin black camisole underneath — no bra line, just the subtle shadow of nipples that's already hard against the fabric. On her desk lies a tablet, a stethoscope that’s coiled neatly, and a small black digital metronome that looks out of place until you remember who owns the room.
She taps a key on her keyboard without looking down. The large wall-mounted screen behind her wakes up.
Director Jeong finally looks up. Her eyes are dark. She doesn’t smile.
Plastered on the right side of the bright screen is a video thumbnail of the ER’s supply closet, the date stamp exactly three weeks ago. That's no big deal. Not until Director Jeong drags the timestamp to 14:17. A translucent triangle flashes on the screen and the video plays.
Your feet turns cold. You're driving into Haseul from behind as she braces against a metal shelving, her skirt bunched at her waist. Her moans and screams echo around the room as you pound into her from behind, the angle capturing everything — the way her thighs trembles, the flex of your hips, the shelf rattling with every thrust.
“I—”
“Silence.” Director Jeong cuts you off instantly. She moves her finger again, and another picture pops up on the left of the TV screen. It's another thumbnail, date stamped last Tuesday, 23:42. The video plays and Heejin is bent over on an empty patient bed, white coat open like wings, and her long elegant legs shaking as you sink deep. Her gasps are softer and melodic, muffled against her forearm as you thrust into her, the squelching sounds of your sexes colliding captured crisp and clear.
Director Jeong pauses both feeds on the most incriminating frames — Haseul mid-moan, Heejin’s eyes half-lidded in bliss — then turns the tablet toward you three so you can see the playback controls still active
“I’ve had these looping on loop for three hours and forty-seven minutes,” she says calmly. “Every angle. Every sound. Every time you thought the hospital was asleep.”
She uncrosses her legs and spread them. Her chair creaks as she shifts. No panties. Her pussy is visibly swollen — lips dark pink and glistening, inner thighs slick with multiples as a small egg vibrator embedded in her buzzes with a low vibration. That's where the buzzing sound is coming from, not the lamp light, not her CPU. A dark wet spot is stained on the leather seat beneath her, and a small, glistening puddle has formed on the hardwood floor between her heels.
She reaches down and trails two fingers through her folds, lifting them against the soft lamp light so that it catches the thick strings of arousal stretching between her fingertips, then let them snap.
“This,” she says, “is what your secret performances did to your director. I sat here touching myself to every replay, getting wetter each time you filled one of my doctors. The chair is ruined. The floor is marked.” She turns up the intensity of her vibrator with a click of a wireless switch on her table. The buzzing sound gets louder and her hips jerk a little, but her face remains composed. ““I could end all three careers right now. One email to the board, one attachment of these files, and by this time tomorrow you’d be explaining to your families why you’re no longer doctors or nurses.” She says, her hand tightening into fists. “But I’ve invested too much in my staff to discard talent so carelessly.”
You three stand there quietly, fingers clenching your clothes with worry and nervousness. She pauses and looks up at you all with a haughty gaze, the loud buzzing filling the empty silence of the room.
Then she speaks. “So here’s the deal. Satisfy me tonight completely, obediently without any complaint, and these videos will disappear. Your jobs stay secure. Your reputations stay intact.” She leans forward slightly, hands resting on the desk as her thighs quake from the vibration. “Fail to impress me… and you’ll be lucky to find work as a medical scribe in another country.”
“Do we understand each other?” she asks.
All of you nod. What else can you do other than agree? If this gets out, you're fucked. And Heejin and Haseul? They’ll be fucked worse than you. All their effort to become a doctor, gone.
“Good.” Director Jeong says. She stands up slowly, the vibrator still tucked in her, and walks around the desk. Her wet essence drips onto the floor with every step she takes, and she walks close enough until you can smell the scent of her perfume that’s mixed with musk.
She stands right in front of you, thighs subtly shaking, and drags her finger across your shirt. Her nails claw over your chest, across your nipples, and you let out a soft grunt. Her finger stops right at the center of your chest, and she digs her nail in.
“Strip. Everything. Fold it neatly.” she orders.
“H-here? Right now?” You ask.
“Did I stutter?” She retorts with a raised eyebrow. “Do you also question your doctors when they give you instructions? Maybe I should just send the files.”
“N-no Director. I’m sorry. I-I’ll do it right now.” In a spate of panic and fear, you fumble as you remove your shirt and pants, folding them neatly and placing it on her desk. All the while, the gazes of three ladies look at you, one with fear, the other with greed, and the last with satisfaction.
“I said everything,” she says, “Everything. Director Jinsoul looks into your eyes, before lowering down to gaze at your unremoved underwear. “And you. Dr. Heejin. Strip. To the exam table. On your back. Legs wide.”
Heejin makes a tiny, startled sound, but moves quickly. She knows to not disobey Director Jeong’s absolute instructions. “Y-yes.” She turns and walks toward the medical examination table that lies at the corner of the room. Her fingers tremble as she slips her white coat off, letting them pool on to the floor. She unzips her white dress from her back and folds it nicely, putting it on Director Jeong's desk. Black bra, black panties all already soaked through at the crotch from the short “porn” snippet earlier.
She climbs onto the padded table, the paper sheet crinkling loudly with every shift of her weight. She lies back, arms at her sides and her legs part wide. She's incredibly toned, pronounced abs that glimmer with the sweat that beads off her skin.
“From here, I am no longer Director Jeong. You will all refer to me as… Jinsoul.” Jinsoul wheels an IV pole over — tall, stainless steel, adjustable hook arms. She positions it behind Heejin and grabs her wrists, looping soft medical cuffs around them before securing them to the pole.
“Direc—no, Jinsoul, what—”
“Shush.” Jinsoul cuts Heejin short, before adjusting the IV pole’s height, raising them until her arms stretch above her head. She then pulls the pole further back until her back arches enough to lift her small breasts with nipples that's already stiff against her black bra lace.
“Perfect,” Jinsoul murmurs. She reaches into the drawer on her side and pulls out a pair of blue nitrile gloves. She puts them on, snapping the areas near the wrist with a sharp, echoing crack that makes all three of you flinch.
“You. Come here.” Jinsoul hooks her fingers and gestures toward the table, pointing to the space between Heejin’s spread legs. She walks to the desk, taking her coiled stethoscope and puts the earpieces into both of her ears. Her hand grabs the cold bell, pressing it to your bare chest. You shiver at the contact, its coldness almost freezing your heart.
“Heartbeat 98,” she announces. “Elevated. Excited? Nervous?” Her gloved fingertip traces a slow line down your sternum, stopped just above your cock. “We’ll use that.” She turns to the digital metronome, tapping the screen a few times, setting it to 60 bpm. She places it on the edge of the exam table and the steady electronic tick-tick-tick fills the silence.
“Heejin’s resting rate is 60,” Jinsoul explains clinically. “Nurse, every inward thrust on the beat. No faster. No slower. If you break rhythm, I lower the bpm and we restart from zero. Understand?”
You nod.
She hooks her gloves finger under Heejin’s panties and tug them down, tossing then aside. Heejin’s pussy was bare, pink, and glistening, just as how you remember it when you ate her out last Tuesday. Its lips are puffy, and the clit is already swollen from anticipation.
“Legs wider, doctor. Show him how elegantly you open under orders.”
Heejin’s knees parts further as Jinsoul steps to the side, her hand now resting on the metronome. “Listen to it. 60 bpm. Soft. Controlled. Match it exactly.”
You step between Heejin’s thighs and align yourself, pushing in exactly when the tick sounds. Slow, deep, exactly the full length on the beat.
Heejin whimpers on your penetration, which you don't even stop for her to adjust. The ticking doesn't stop. She bites on to her lower lip, moans and whimpers escaping her mouth. Each inward stroke draws a tiny gasp, each withdrawal leaves her walls fluttering, trying to keep you inside.
Jinsoul watches, one hand resting on Heejin’s inner thighs, pushing them downwards, spreading her wider. “Beautiful,” she says softly. “Look how her body listens when the rhythm is fixed. Keep going, nurse. Don't break the beat. Not for a second.”
The metrone ticks on relentlessly, its digital, mechanical sound clicking around the room. Heejin’s breaths turn into little pants, her moans soft and timed together with the beat. Her bound wrists tug tightly at the IV pole, and the metal clinks faintly with every thrust.
Haseul watches from the side, breathing hard, one hand already between her own legs. She's rubbing slow circles through her panties.
Jinsoul looks at her. "Not yet, Haseul," she warns. "You don't get any pleasure yet. Only we do.” The vibrator in Jinsoul’s pussy continues to hum, and her pussy gets wetter with every passing second. “You'll get your turn. But first… we make sure Heejin is properly examined.”
"Look at her face," Jinsoul says quietly. "So composed, even when she's falling apart. Keep going, nurse. Deeper now. Make her heart race for me."
You obey, drawing out and pushing back in fully thrusts, bottoming out into Heejin with each slow roll of your hips. Her eyes locks onto yours, and she looks orgasmic, pleading, trusting, overwhelmed.
Jinsoul leans closer, whispering into Heejin’s ear. “Feel that control? That’s what happens when you follow orders. When your heart rate cute little heart rate climbs to 100, I’ll raise the tempo. Until then… take him exactly as prescribed.”
You’re losing it. Heejin’s walls are tightening with every beat, resisting and clinging in equal tandem. The tiniest delays accumulate until your rhythm stutters, and your thrusts grow slightly erratic to follow the damning beat of 60 thrusts per minute. Jinsoul notices instantly.
“100 now. Increasing.”
She taps the metronome, and the ticks speed up accordingly. 100 bpm. You're still following the beat, and its just enough to force you deeper, faster, but still perfectly synced.
Heejin’s eyes trembles, and her mouth is now a hollow circle. Each slam into her now is at a speed with purpose, to send her over the edge, to take her towards bliss. Her pussy clenches hard on every beat, and the slick sounds fill the gaps between ticks.
Haseul’s breathing is ragged now, fingers pressing harder against the leather skirt, hips twitching like she’s fighting not to interrupt
Jinsoul’s gloved fingers drifts down, circling round Heejin’s clit, and it's to the beat. 100 circles around her puffy and swollen clit per minute.
“Cum for us, doctor. On the rhythm. Show your nurse—and your director—how beautifully you break when everything is measured.”
Heejin’s back arches off the table, her arms straining against the cuffs as she breaks. A soft, shuddering cry escapes on exactly the final tick of the 100 beat sequence. Her walls pulses around you in delicate, fluttering waves as she squirts all over your cock as you stop pumping.
Jinsoul’s own thighs quiver as the vibrator pushes her closer to her own edge, but her face remains composed. She pulls the stethoscope away, satisfied.
“100 bpm. Excellent recovery.” She looks at you, still buried deep, cock throbbing, denied your own release.
Jinsoul’s gloved hand lingers on Heejin’s inner thigh, fingers spreading her quivering pussy wide as her post-orgasm shudders fade. The metronome keeps ticking at 100 bpm, a cruel hypnotising reminder that the rhythm never stops. She lifts her hand off, the latext glove now glistening with Heejin’s essence, turning her gaze to Haseul.
“Now, Haseul,” she says. “Come over. The metronome stays on… and we're turning it up.”
The ER doctor is already breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and one of her hands is pressed between her thighs over the tight leather miniskirt. Her eyes are dark and wide, fingers are frozen mid-rub as if caught in the act.
“Haseul,” Jinsoul says, walking back towards her table, steps slightly wobbly. Her fingers reach towards the space key on her keyboard and presses down on it. The earlier videos play, and she lowers the volume down so that it is barely audible. The metronome continues to tick loud. “Your turn. Strip and get on the table. Ass up, and face toward her. I want her to watch you while we ruin you.”
Haseul doesn't hesitate. She's hungry, and an almost predatory grin spreads across her face as she removes her white overcoat, leather jacket and toss it to the floor; she doesn't even bother to fold them. She unzips her lacy black top next, and peel her tight leather miniskirt down her thighs, kicking it toward the pile of clothes.
“Wow. No lingerie at all?” Jinsoul mocks, raising her eyebrows. Haseul's nipples are already hard, and her thighs are moist with slick from her glistening pussy. She climbs onto the exam table, crinkling the paper as she gets on all fours, hands and knees planted to the table firmly. Her back dips low and she perches her ass high, ready for claiming.
Heejin turns her head as you stay embedded in her, still flushed and breathing heavily as she as she locks her eyes with Haseul’s feral gaze. The contrast is immediate and stark: Heejin’s elegant, stretched form vs. Haseul’s raw, presented need.
Jinsoul steps behind her. The metronome continues its relentless ticking at 100 bpm. She places one gloved palm flat on Haseul’s back, pressing her down firmly until her chest lowers even more, her ass lifting even higher. Her other hand slides between Haseul’s thighs and spread her open.
“Look at this mess,” Jinsoul murmurs, “dripping before we even touched you properly. You’ve been touching yourself the entire time Heejin was being examined, haven’t you?” Her pussy visibly swollen with its clit protruding, begging to be touched.
Jinsoul rubs the soft latex fingers softly around her wetness, and Haseul moans in answer, her hips twitching forward. “I-I couldn't help it… watching you control him while he… fucked her…”
Jinsoul awards her honesty with two gloved fingers, plunging straight into Haseul's cunt without warning. Haseul’s entire body jolts forward with a sharp yelp, crashing into Heejin’s flushed chest.
100 bpm. The wet shlicks of the latex sliding in and out is obscene and filthy. “Greedy little ER doctor,” Jinsoul taunts, pumping with a steady rhythm, curling her fingers to hit that spot that make Haseul’s thighs shake. “Always rushing into emergencies, never waiting for the proper procedures. Tonight you will wait. You will learn to be patient. You will take what I prescribe.”
“And my Nurse. You better not fucking move. You stay right there, keeping your hard, throbbing cock right in my precious doctor’s pussy. Feel her clench, feel her walls mould around you. Feel her every inch milk you. You better not cum without permission.” Jinsoul orders, and you nod immediately. It's torturous, the way her velvety walls constantly massage your sensitive shaft, the way she continues to suck you in like it's a bottomless black hole. Your mind grow dizzy, and your heart booms in your chest.
Jinsoul glances at the metronome, then at Haseul’s chest. She reaches for the stethoscope still around her neck, and presses the cold bell between Haseul’s hanging breasts.
“124 bpm already,” she announces. “Wild as expected. But… the metronome stays at 100 for now.” She continues to plunge her fingers in and out of Haseul, sending her into a wild frenzy.
“Fuck—yes—fill me—” Haseul pants, rocking back instinctively. Every few beats Jinsoul delivers a sharp slap to Haseul’s ass. Her latex palm connects with a wet crack that leaves bright red handprints blooming across skin.
“Harder,” Haseul yelps. “I can take it. I want it.” Jinsoul obliges, slapping even harder, 100 bpm. 100 slaps on every alternate ass cheek per minute. Each impact makes Jinsoul’s own hips twitch in time with the metronome.
Haseul’s moans turn feral with every impact, and her pussy clenches tight with every strike. She keeps her head turned toward Heejin the whole time, watching the other doctor’s flushed, recovering face.
Heejin whimpers in response, bending her head down to capture her lips as Jinsoul fucks Haseul with her digits. Jinsoul’s own thighs quiver harder now, the vibrator still buzzing inside her, but her voice never wavers.
“Nurse. Rub her clit.” Jinsoul commands. You move without question, sliding your hand between her thighs to find her clit, rubbing exactly on the beat, 100 per minute.
“Director—please—let me—” Haseul’s voice cracks, hips bucking wildly against the rhythm.
“No,” Jinsoul cuts her off sharply, still striking her ass. “You cum when the metronome—and I—say so. Not before.”
Jinsoul looks at you again, her eyes gleaming. “Keep going. Edge her. Make her beg for the tempo increase.”
You and Jinsoul maintain the strict 100 bpm — one thrust, one strike and one rub per tick, not one more, not one less. Haseul’s pleas grow louder, more broken.
“Jinsoul—please—I’ll do anything—turn it up—I need it faster—”
Jinsoul finally gives a small nod.
“Her heart rate is 140 now. Increasing to 140 BPM.” She taps the metronome and the ticks accelerate. You both match it instantly, striking jamming and rubbing into Haseul with purpose.
Haseul screams and shrieks immediately, her back arching violently, as her walls spasms around you in violent pulses. She squirts messily, soaking Jinsoul’s and your fingers, the table, the paper sheet beneath her. Her body shakes through the aftershocks with loud, ragged moans spilling out until she collapses forward, cheek pressed onto Heejin’s lap, panting.
Jinsoul peels off one glove slowly, snapping it inside-out and uses it to wipe a streak of Haseul’s release from your fingers.
She looks at the mess on the table, then at both doctors: Heejin still softly bound and flushed, Haseul wrecked and trembling.
“Acceptable,” she says coolly. “But we’re not done.”
She picks up the stethoscope again, presses the cold bell to your chest.
“150 bpm. Impressive. My obedient Nurse didn’t cum,” she smiles. “Let’s see how much more you can take before you break.” She steps closer, whispering into your ears. “Now it’s my turn to use you properly.”
Haseul’s thighs tremble, and her cheek is still pressed to the torn paper sheet.
Jinsoul steps back and walks to her desk. She slides her drawer open and reaches for something inside. It's a strap on. A long, curved eight-inched ribbed strap on. Your eyes widen when Jinsoul steps into it without hesitation, cinching the leather straps tight around her hips. The thick dildo justs forward, and her vibrator continues to buzz right between the dildo and her cunt.
She turns to all of you. “To your positions,” she orders calmly, despite the faint quiver in her own thighs. She walks to the IV pole and releases her from the cuffs. “Heejin — kneel on the table. Spread your legs wide, and body upright. Haseul — on your back, head right between Heejin’s face. Eat her fucking cunt.” She turns toward you. “And you… my Nurse. Right between Haseul’s thighs. Fuck her raw, deep, to the fucking beat.
Heejin moves first, her hands rubbing her wrists, loosening them from the tightness of the cuffs earlier. She follows exactly what Jinsoul says and kneels on the table. You haul Haseul that's still drunk from her high to position, stuffing her face right below Heejin’s dripping cunt, and force her thighs wide. Her ass is unbelievably red and swollen from Jinsoul’s smacking earlier, and you stand right in front of her, tenderly massaging the sensitive flesh.
Haseul’s tongue darts out immediately, making broad flat strokes against Heejin’s pussy before dipping her oral muscle deeper. Haseul trembles at the sensation and her legs slightly lose balance, pressing her weight down more onto Haseul's face.
You step forward, cock still throbbing from being denied release inside Heejin earlier.
Jinsoul says, “Enter her. Now. 140 BPM. Every thrust on the tick.”
You rub your tip at Haseul’s entrance, and push in on the next tick. HaSeul’s back arches, a ragged “fuck—yes—” spilling from her lips as you fill her completely. You don't go slow. 140 bpm as Jinsoul demands. You grab Haseul’s tight waist and pump into her, plunging your cock in and out at the required speed. Her moans are muffled against Heejin’s pussy, tongue flicking out, licking and eating Heejin continuously.
Jinsoul is already moving behind you. She grabs a large syringe from the desk draw and draws a thick, fresh load of clear lube. She presses her palm against your ass and says, “Stop. Hold still. This is your preparation.” She presses the cold plastic tip directly to your asshole and pushes the plunger slow. Chilly fluid floods your insides with heavy spurts. The thick and huge syringe slowly empties itself into your ass and you let out an uncontrolled shiver.
“Such a good nurse, taking every single drop.” She pumps you full, too much in fact, until excess lube drips down your crack and onto the floor in thick viscous strings. She throws the syringe and it clatters to the floor aside.
Then you feel her nudge something against your entrance — blunt and unyielding. It's the head of the strap on. Her gloved hands grip your hips, and thrusts in steadily and slowly, letting you feel every inch that stretches you open, finally bottoming out in you with a firm slap of the leather against your skin.
A low groan escapes your throat. “S-so full in me, Jinsoul…”
“Keep fucking Haseul,” she orders.”140 bpm. Don't break the rhythm.”
You push forward, pushing into Haseul on every tick. Every time you push into Haseul, you draw Jinsoul out of you, and each time you pull out of Haseul, Jinsoul drives forward into your ass, creating a chain of motion that sends your mind into a mush. Your cock goes in and out of Haseul. Jinsoul’s strap-on goes in and out of you.
Heejin moans louder, grinding down harder on Haseul’s face. Heejin is going crazy too. She moves her waist further down, and stuffs her ass onto Haseul’s tongue which works diligently — rimming, licking, dipping inside Heejin, while her own soft whimpers are muffled against HaSeul’s flesh.
Jinsoul leans over your back, one hand sliding up to fist your hair, yanking your head down.
“Bend,” she commands. “Eat Heejin. Now.”
You lower yourself and press your body against Haseul’s, your mouth finding Heejin’s still-sensitive cunt. Your tongue drags over her clit, flicking in a rhythm that is timed perfectly to the metronome. Heejin’s hips jerk upward as a muffled cry from Haseul vibrates against Heejin’s pussy.
The chain is complete:
You thrusting into Haseul on every beat.
Jinsoul pegging you from behind on every beat.
You eating Heejin’s cunt on every beat.
Haseul rimming Heejin on every beat.
The metronome rules everything as prescribed — 140 mechanical ticks per minute dictating every thrust, every lick, and every grind.
Heejin breaks first.
Her thighs clamp around Haseul’s head, back bowing violently.
“Fuck—Jinsoul—nurse—I’m—”
A feral scream tears out of her as she squirts again, sending messy, hot pulses soaking Haseul’s face and your chin.
HeeJin follows seconds later.
Her walls spasm wildly around your cock, milking you in violent waves as you pound into her throughout. She collapses forward, trembling, cheek still pressed between Heejin’s ass.
Jinsoul keeps pegging you through both orgasms, her own breath hitching slightly from the vibrator still buzzing inside her.
When the aftershocks fade, she slows, and then stops.
“Pull out,” she orders. “Both of you kneel on the floor in front of him. Faces up. Mouths open.”
Heejin and Haseul slide off the table with shaky legs, dropping to their knees side-by-side at the edge. Heejin’s face is flushed, glossy with sweat, and Haseul grins through Heejin's mess, tongue already out.
Jinsoul reaches over with her still inside of you and taps the metronome.
“160 bpm.”
The ticks accelerate.
She grips your hips again, and begins slamming into you. A precise and fast 160 beats per minute.
“Stroke,” she commands. “Match the beat. Every upstroke, every downstroke, exactly on the tick. Don’t you dare cum until I say.”
Your fist wraps around your cock and you grunt, pumping in perfect sync with her thrusts. The faster rhythm makes everything feel frantic, desperate. Precum beads at your tip, dripping onto the floor between Heejin and Haseul’s knees.
Jinsoul leans close and her lips brush over your ear. “Cum for them. All over my doctors’ faces.”
You keep pumping as you look down into Heejin’s and Haseul’s eyes. Their tongues are sticking out, and their expressions are like starved animals desperate for food.
Jinsoul tip-toes slightly as she pounds into you, the new angle perfectly hitting that mushy prostate inside of you. She taunts as your entire body begins to shake, “Look at him, my doctors. Look how I handle a Nurse. Look how I control and make him submit. Tell me what you want my precious doctors.”
“C-cum… I want his cum, Jinsoul.” Heejin mewls.
“Fuck him until he cums all over our faces, Jinsoul. Please.” Haseul begs.
“Very good. You heard them, Nurse.” Haseul says as she reaches up to flick both of your nipples. The metronome ticks relentlessly in the background. Your hand shakes as you pump, struggling to follow the beat as Jinsoul continues to ravage your ass, gaping you wide.
“P-please Jinsoul…” you moan.
“Please what?” She asks.
“P-please let me cum. Please let me cum all over the doctors’ pretty faces…” you beg.
You hear her snigger. “Then cum. Cum while I fuck you open. Now.”
The order shatters you.
Your orgasm hits hard and your cock pulses violently in your fist. Thick ropes shoot forward and the first splatters across Heejin’s cheek and lips. She flinches softly but keeps her mouth open, tongue catching the next spurt. Haseul opens wide, greedily taking heavy jets across her tongue and chin, swallowing with a satisfied hum.
You keep stroking through the aftershocks, and Jinsoul doesn’t stop thrusting in you at the same 160 bpm, milking every drop from you until both their faces are painted in messy, overlapping streaks.
Jinsoul rides out your spasms, grinding deep one final time before pulling out slowly. She steps back and removes the harness, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud.
The metronome is switched off with a single tap. Silence rushes in, but it is broken quickly by heavy breathing and the faint drip of lube out of your gaped ass onto the hardwood floor.
Jinsoul climbs onto the exam table, lies back, and spreads wide. She reaches down between her thighs, fingers closing around the small black egg vibrator still nestled inside her, pulling it free with a wet drag. Strings of slick clings to the toy as it vibrates, her droplets sprinkling all over the crinkled paper sheets below. She switches it off with a soft click and tosses it aside. The low buzzing dies instantly.
For the first time tonight, there is no metronome. No ticking. No prescribed rhythm.
Jinsoul lies back on the exam table with her legs spread wide and shows you her swollen pussy. Her entire thighs and groin is soaked, from her hours of edging and teasing. Her clit is visibly engorged, begging for attention.
She looks up at you, her composure finally cracking. Her chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, and her nipples are stiff against the thin black camisole.
“No more beats,” she growls. “No more metronome. No more waiting. Fuck me at your pace. Your speed. Your need. But you will not hold back. You will pound me until I lose control. Understand?”
You only nod, too scared to speak. But you will speak with your body.
She rolls onto her stomach and pushes up onto her hands and knees. She’s in the same position as Haseul earlier, on all fours, ass presented high, back arched deeply, wrists offered behind her like an invitation. She doesn't even say anything.
You move behind her. Your hands close around her wrists, fingers wrapping tight like reins. You pull back firmly, lifting her chest off the table, forcing her spine into a deeper curve. Her breasts sway forward with the motion, and a low, needy moan escapes her lips.
You slam in with one brutal thrust.
She gasps, her head dropping forward as you bottom out.
“Harder,” she demands, voice already fraying.
You stay silent. Your hips snap forward, plunging deep, punishing strokes that make the table creak beneath her. You pull her wrists back tighter, using them like handles to drive deeper with every impact. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room. Her moans break free into a scream. Low at first, then louder, rougher. Every thrust from you shatters her usual iron composure.
Haseul and Heejin move without being told. Haseul slides to Jinsoul’s left — leaning in to kiss the side of her neck. She bites lightly, grazing her teeth on her skin, one hand slipping under her camisole to pinch and roll a stiff nipple. Heejin mirrors her on the right, her soft lips brushing Jinsoul’s shoulder, then trailing down to expose her breasts, using her tongue to circle the peak in slow, teasing swirls.
Jinsoul’s breath hitches and her hips push back desperately to meet your thrusts.
“Fuck—yes—don’t stop—”
You pound harder, pulling her wrists tighter, using the leverage to slam into her with bruising force. Her walls flutter wildly around you, and her slick drips down her thighs and onto the torn paper sheet. Her moans turn desperate.
After several minutes of relentless pounding, her composure falters.
“Enough—switch—”
You pull out. She rolls onto her back and swings one leg over your hip, straddling you in reverse-cowgirl. She sinks down onto your cock in one smooth, greedy drop, riding hard and fast, rolling her hips in circles. Her ass slaps against your thighs with every downward motion as she bounces on your length.
But midway through, her pace stutters again, and she falls backward onto your chest with a soft, surprised gasp.
You catch her hips instantly, digging your fingers into her soft flesh and lift her slightly, pistoning upward into her with deep, rapid thrusts. The new angle is brutal. Your cock grinds against her front wall on every stroke.
Haseul and Heejin close in again. Haseul kisses Jinsoul deeply, sliding her tongue in, claiming her mouth hungrily. One hand roams down Jinsoul’s body, teasing her clit in circles. Heejin leans in from the other side, kissing along Jinsoul’s jaw, then down to her breast. Her tongue flicks the nipple while her hand massages the other, rolling and pinching.
Her walls clamp down hard, spasming violently as her orgasm crashes through her. She cries out with a scream and her body shakes violently. Her pussy pulses around you that milk you relentlessly. Her slick floods out around your shaft and her thighs quiver uncontrollably.
You keep thrusting through it, chasing your own high.
“Jinsoul—fuck—I’m close—”
“In me—pump me full—with your syringe—fuck me full of your—prescription—"
You bury yourself to the hilt and cum. Thick, heavy ropes flood inside her, pumping again and again until it overflows, leaking out around your cock and dripping down your balls in creamy trails.
When the aftershocks finally fade, she lies limp against your chest, her sweat-slick skin pressed to yours.
Haseul and Heejin stay close, kissing her neck, stroking her sides, whispering soft murmurs of praise and teases against her ear.
Jinsoul finally lifts her head and smirks through the haze.
“Evaluation complete,” she gasps. “You’re all rehired… indefinitely.”
She clenches around your softening cock one last time before letting you slip free. Cum immediately trickles out of her, down her thigh, pooling onto the crinkled paper sheet beneath her.
“Clean up,” she says, her voice already back to that iron-willed tone as she reaches for a towel. “Then tomorrow, at the same time. Bring your toys. I want options.”
You three move through the room that reeks of sex, lube, latex, sweat, and complete submission.
The conference room went silent. Not quiet—silent, like someone had sucked all the sound out. Heejin's hand froze halfway to her mouth. Yeojin just stared at the HR rep like she was speaking another language. You watched the words "contract termination" hang in the air, impossible and real at the same time.
"Oppa, this can't be true, can it?" Yeojin's voice cracked on the first syllable, her eyes already red-rimmed.
"Holy shit, this can't be real," Heejin said, her voice tight with barely contained fury.
You'd seen this coming. From the moment you were hired as the personal manager for all twelve members, you knew this company was a shitshow. What kind of company operation assigns one person to handle twelve idols? But knowing it was coming didn't make it any easier.
And Chuu wasn't even here to hear it...
"I need to find her," you muttered, already heading for the door. You pulled out your phone, typing out a quick message asking for her location, asking if she'd heard.
The responses from the other members started flooding in immediately, but you were already out the building, half-jogging to where you'd parked the company car.
Chuu's apartment was several blocks away—no parking, naturally—so you ended up abandoning the car and running the last three blocks. By the time you hit her buzzer, you were panting and covered in sweat.
"Come in." Her voice through the intercom sounded raw.
You took the stairs two at a time.
When you pushed open her door, you found her pacing her living room like a caged animal. Her eyes were red and puffy, mascara tracked down to her jawline, but she wasn't crying anymore. Now she just looked furious.
"Those fucking bastards," she was muttering. "Holy shit, I'll end—"
"Chuu."
She spun around. For a moment, her expression crumpled, then she set her jaw. "You heard."
"Everyone heard." You closed the door behind you. "Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" She laughed, but it came out bitter. "They tried to control everything. Everything. What I say, where I go, who I talk to. And now they just—" Her voice broke.
You moved on instinct, going to her kitchen. Her fridge was surprisingly well-stocked for someone who was never home. You found ginseng tea, prepared it carefully, brought it to her.
"Here. Drink this."
She took it with shaking hands, sank onto her couch. You sat beside her, close but not touching, and just waited.
The KKT group chat was blowing up. You typed out a quick message:
You: She's with me. I've got her.
The responses came fast—relieved, worried, angry at the company. Slowly, the chat quieted as the members headed home to process in private.
Chuu finished her tea. Set the cup down. Stared at nothing.
"How are the others?" she finally asked.
"Devastated. Yeojin was crying. Heejin looked ready to fight someone." You paused. "They're worried about you."
She nodded slowly, then drew her knees up to her chest. "I should call them."
"You should rest first."
She looked at you then—really looked at you. Something shifted in her expression.
"Oppa," she said quietly. "Thank you. For coming here. For..." She gestured vaguely. "Everything."
"It's my job to take care of you all."
"Not anymore. Technically." Her mouth twisted. "I'm not one of your twelve anymore."
The words hung between you.
"Fuck that," you said. "Fuck that company. Whatever you all decide to do, I'm with you."
Her eyes went bright again, but not with tears this time. She shifted closer.
"You know what?" Her voice dropped. "They tried to control everything about me. But this—" She gestured between you both. "This is mine. My choice. They can't touch this."
Your pulse kicked up. "Chuu—"
"You know we talk about you, right?" She was looking up at you through her lashes now. "The members. We talk about... things."
"Things?" Your mouth had gone dry.
"The kind of things twelve girls talk about when they're bored and stressed and their manager is—" She bit her lip. "Well. You."
Jesus Christ.
"I didn't know that," you managed.
"We've been good about hiding it." She shifted even closer. You could smell her shampoo—something floral, sweet. "But I don't have to hide anymore, do I? I'm not part of LOONA anymore. I can do whatever I want."
Her hand landed on your chest. Light at first, then pressing flat. She had to feel your heart hammering.
"Chuu, what are you—"
"I want this." Her eyes locked on yours. "Do you want this?"
This was insane. You could lose your job. Lose their trust if this went sideways. The professional boundary you'd maintained for months was about to shatter. But her hand was sliding down your stomach and your body had already made the decision.
"Yes," you heard yourself say.
She kissed you.
It wasn't gentle or tentative. She kissed you like she'd been thinking about it for months, like she was starving for it. Her tongue swept into your mouth and you tasted the ginseng tea, something sweet underneath—her lip tint, maybe strawberry. Your hands found her waist without permission from your brain.
She made a small sound against your mouth and suddenly she was climbing into your lap, straddling you, her fingers threading through your hair and tugging. The kiss broke long enough for you both to gasp for air, then she was back, aggressive and demanding.
"Fuck," you breathed when she pulled back again. "You've been holding back, huh?"
"You have no idea." Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "But not anymore. Tonight you're mine, Oppa. Okay?"
Before you could answer, she was kissing you again, her small hands working at the buttons of your shirt. She got three undone before losing patience and just yanked. Buttons scattered. You heard one hit the window.
"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all.
"You're doing my laundry anyway."
Her laugh was bright and genuine—the first real one you'd heard from her all day. Then her hands were on your bare chest, nails dragging lightly over your skin. When she brushed your nipple you jerked, and she noticed. Did it again, deliberate, watching your face.
"Sensitive there?" Her smile turned wicked.
"Apparently."
She leaned down and replaced her fingers with her tongue. You groaned, your hands tightening on her hips. She was still fully dressed and you were rapidly losing the ability to think straight.
"Chuu—"
"Hmm?" She didn't stop.
"You're still—fuck—you're still wearing clothes."
She sat up, that smile still playing at her lips. "Well. Fix that, then."
Your hands found the hem of her white shirt. She lifted her arms and you pulled it off, revealing a peach lace bra that made your brain short-circuit for a second. She reached back and unclasped it herself, let it fall.
You'd tried so hard not to notice their bodies. Professional boundaries. But now Chuu was topless in your lap, small and perfect, her brown nipples already hard, and you were allowed to look. More than look.
"You're staring," she whispered.
"You're gorgeous."
Her face went scarlet and she smiled, pleased and shy at the same time. You cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, and she gasped. Sensitive there too.
You leaned forward and took it in your mouth. She made a high, surprised sound, her hands flying to your hair. You sucked gently, then harder, and her hips rolled against you. You were painfully hard now, straining against your pants, and she could definitely feel it.
"Oppa," she breathed. "I can feel you."
"Yeah. You feel what you're doing to me?"
She nodded, then slid off your lap. For a confused moment you thought she was stopping, but then she was on her knees between your legs and your brain just—stopped.
"I want to see it," she said simply.
Your hands moved on autopilot, reaching for your belt, but she pushed them away.
"Let me."
She unbuckled your belt slowly, maintaining eye contact. Popped the button of your pants. The zipper sounded obscenely loud in the quiet apartment. She hooked her fingers in your waistband—both pants and boxers—and pulled down.
Your cock sprang free and her eyes went wide.
"Fuck, Oppa. You're huge."
"I'm really not—"
"Shh." She wrapped her hand around the base—small hand, tentative grip at first. "Let me appreciate this."
She stroked upward slowly, testing, and you bit back a groan. Her other hand cupped your balls, rolling them gently, and your thighs tensed.
"Am I doing it right?"
"Yes," you managed. "Fuck, yes."
That satisfied smile again. She stroked you with more confidence now, her thumb swiping across the head and coming away slick with precum. She looked at it curiously, then at you.
"Can I taste?"
Jesus fucking Christ.
"Please."
She leaned in. Her breath ghosted across your cock and every muscle in your body went tight. Then her tongue—soft, warm, curious—licked from base to tip.
"Fuck, Chuu—"
"Good?" She was still watching your face, learning what worked.
"So good. Where did you learn—"
"Porn." She grinned. "We watch a lot when we're bored."
Before you could process that, her mouth closed over the head and your brain shut down entirely. She sucked gently, still stroking the base, and made a small pleased sound when you groaned.
She wasn't expert. Her teeth scraped once and she adjusted. But what she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm and attention. She watched your reactions, learned what made you curse, what made your hips jerk.
When her hand started twisting on the upstroke—where the fuck did she learn that?—you knew you were in trouble.
"Chuu," you warned, your voice coming out strangled. "I'm close, I'm—"
She pulled off just enough to look at you. "Where?"
"What?"
"Where do you want to cum?"
Your brain was too fried for this decision. She glanced around—no tissues, no towel within reach—and made a choice. Her mouth closed over you again just as the first pulse hit.
You came with a groan that felt ripped from your chest, one hand flying to the back of her head—not pushing, just needing to hold onto something. She made a small sound around you, half-surprise, half-satisfaction, and kept sucking through each pulse.
When her cheeks hollowed one last time and she pulled off, the final spurts caught her lips and chin, dripping down her neck to her collarbone.
"Fuck," you breathed.
She swallowed—you watched her throat work—and then opened her mouth to show you. Empty. That fucking smile on her face, proud of herself.
"That was a lot, Oppa." She wiped her chin with the back of her hand. "Was I good?"
"You were so fucking good. Jesus."
She laughed, then looked down at herself. "I'm a mess."
"Here." You grabbed the towel you'd brought earlier for her tears—god, that felt like hours ago—and gently cleaned her face, her neck. She sat back on her heels and just looked at you.
"My turn?" she asked, almost shy.
Something in your chest tightened. "Yeah. Your turn."
You stood, pulled her up with you. She'd worked your pants down to your ankles; you kicked them off entirely, then reached for her jeans. She helped, lifting her hips so you could slide them off. White panties underneath, already showing a damp spot.
You hooked your fingers in the waistband and looked at her. She nodded.
When you pulled them down, she was bare underneath—completely bare, smooth and pink and already glistening. Your mouth went dry all over again.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Fuck yes." You pressed her back onto the couch, her head on the armrest. "You're perfect, Chuu. Absolutely perfect."
Her face flushed deeper and she smiled, pleased and embarrassed at the same time. You knelt between her legs on her carpeted floor, ran your hands up her outer thighs. Her skin was impossibly soft.
"Can I taste you?"
"Please," she whispered.
You pressed a kiss to her inner thigh first, then the other, taking your time. Her legs were already trembling slightly. When you finally dragged your tongue up her slit, she gasped like you'd shocked her.
She tasted sweet and salty and distinctly her. You did it again, slower, and her hips lifted off the couch.
"Oh fuck," she breathed.
You settled in, gripping her ass to pull her closer to your face. Licked and sucked and explored, paying attention to what made her gasp, what made her thighs tense. When you found her clit and circled it with your tongue, her whole body jerked.
"There, oh god, right there—"
You focused there, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention. Her hand found your hair, gripping tight, not directing but holding on. The sounds she was making—small gasps that turned into moans that turned into words you couldn't quite make out—were the hottest thing you'd ever heard.
Her thighs started to shake. You slid two fingers into her—tight, fuck, so tight—and crooked them up while your mouth stayed on her clit.
The words dissolved into a cry. Her thighs clamped around your head hard enough that your ears rang. You couldn't hear, could barely breathe, just felt her shaking and the flood of wetness against your tongue. Her pussy clenched around your fingers in waves.
You worked her through it until she pushed at your head, oversensitive. When you pulled back, your face was soaked and she was staring at you with wonder.
"Holy shit," she breathed. "That was—holy shit."
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning. "Good?"
"Oppa, I think I just saw God."
You laughed, moving up to kiss her. She could taste herself on your tongue and didn't seem to care, just kissed you back hungrily.
"I need you inside me," she whispered against your mouth. "Please. I need it."
You were hard again—had been getting hard again the moment you'd tasted her. "You sure?"
"I'm sure. I'm so sure. Please."
You lined yourself up, dragging your cock through her wetness, coating yourself. The head bumped against her clit and she whimpered, trying to angle her hips to take you in.
"Ready?"
"Yes, fuck, please—"
You pushed into her slowly. Tight—jesus fuck, so tight—and hot and slick around you. Her breath caught. You watched her face, watched her eyes flutter closed, her mouth fall open in a silent gasp.
"Okay?" you managed.
"Don't stop. Keep going."
You sank deeper, inch by inch, until your hips met hers and you were buried completely. You stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, feeling her pulse around you.
"Move," she said. "Please move."
You pulled out slowly, then thrust back in. Her back arched and she made that sound again, high and needy. You found a rhythm—slow at first, deep and deliberate, watching her face for every reaction.
"Harder," she said. "I won't break."
Fuck. You gripped her hips and gave her what she wanted. The couch creaked with each thrust. She was meeting you halfway now, her hips rolling, her pussy clenching around you.
"That's it," she gasped. "Just like that, don't stop—"
You couldn't have stopped if you wanted to. Some distant part of your brain was screaming that this was insane, unprofessional, that you'd crossed every line. The rest of you didn't give a shit.
Her nails dug into your back—you'd have marks tomorrow, crescent moons you wouldn't be able to explain. She was getting louder, less coherent, her body starting to tense.
"Close," she managed. "Oppa, I'm so close—"
You shifted the angle slightly and she cried out. You'd found something good. You kept hitting that spot, hard and fast, and suddenly she was coming, her whole body going rigid then shaking, pussy clenching around you in waves so tight you almost couldn't move.
"Fuck!" She was loud, uninhibited. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"
You didn't slow down, couldn't, you were too close yourself. Just kept fucking her through it. She was oversensitive, gasping and twitching with every thrust, but she didn't tell you to stop.
"Inside," she managed, her voice wrecked. "I'm safe—please, I want to feel it—"
That did it. You slammed in one last time and came with a groan that felt ripped from your chest, your cock pulsing inside her, filling her. Her cunt was still fluttering around you, milking every drop.
You collapsed on top of her, both of you breathing hard. Her arms came around you, holding you close.
After a moment, you carefully pulled out. Your cum immediately started leaking out of her, obscenely white against her pink, used pussy. She made a small sound, whether protest or satisfaction you couldn't tell.
"You came a lot, Oppa," she murmured.
"Yeah." You shifted to lie beside her on the couch. "You fine?"
"So fine..." She turned her head to look at you, that smile playing at her lips again. "My members are going to be so jealous."
Your brain was still foggy. "What?"
"That I got to be your first." She stretched like a cat. "From the twelve of us."
"Wait, what do you mean the twelve—"
"We talk about everything, Oppa." She was grinning now. "And after tonight? They're definitely going to want their turn."
"Chuu, that's not—I can't just—" You didn't even know how to finish that sentence. Could you? Would you? Should you?
"We'll see." She sat up, winced slightly. "I need a shower. Join me?"
"I should—" You stopped. Should what? Leave? Pretend this didn't happen?
"Please stay," she said, softer now. "I don't want to be alone tonight."
So you stayed.
You woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the sound of a shower running. For a moment you were disoriented, then it all came back. Chuu. Everything that happened.
Fuck.
You sat up on the edge of her bed—you'd eventually made it to her bedroom sometime after the shower, after she'd pulled you down for another round, slower and softer than the first. Your clothes were scattered somewhere between the living room and here.
Your phone was on her nightstand. The screen showed dozens of notifications—the group chat, mostly. You scrolled through: questions about Chuu, worry, anger at the company. Nothing that required an immediate response.
The shower turned off. A moment later, Chuu emerged, wrapped in a towel, her phone in hand, hair wet and face bare of makeup. She looked younger like this. Softer.
"Morning," she said, smiling when she saw you were awake.
Male reader x Karina, Heejin (Lyra), Yooyeon (Nissa) (please don’t bitch about the names again, have some imagination bro idk).
A Red Hot Sloppy Christmas sequel.
word count: 13.3k
tags: elves karina heejin and yooyeon, foursome, oily sex in general, blowjob, anal, assjob, bi, master kink, lot of creampies, rope play, bondage, literally magic cock (i’m deadass serious)
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You had never looked forward to Christmas Eve that much. Never. Not even that time in your childhood when you asked for a Darth Maul lightsaber and a WWE championship belt and counted the days on your calendar every morning. Now you did something similar, but the circumstances were completely different: you were expecting a gift too—a damn nice one, by the way—only this time it was a person.
Well, an elf. The distinction was important.
You had completely neglected to tell anyone about your experience, not even those closest to you. Why? To others it would sound like you took too many hallucinogens that night after dinner with your friends; it was completely stupid, and you knew it. No one would believe you.
But it wasn't like you were too eager to tell anyone about anything either. It was like your wonderful little secret. Like Charlie from Stephen King's Fairy Tale and the secret passageway that leads to the world below: no one could know of its existence, as the repercussions could be catastrophic.
Of course, these 'catastrophic consequences' were just mere conjecture and you were perhaps exaggerating a bit. But what if it happened? Would she never come again? Would you be taken to the North Pole to be judged by an elven court for revealing the secret even if no one would have believed you? These were stupid questions, because in the first place, not a single word would ever come out of your mouth. But still, thinking about it kept you up at night for several nights.
Needless to say, your behavior throughout the year had been exemplary. Normally you wouldn't have needed an elf to tell you that you had to do it in order to really do it; you had always been a kind, helpful, honest man without expecting any rewards for it. But now you knew the reward, and for a whole year you were the closest thing to a Buddhist monk you'd ever been in your life.
So yes, she had to come back. You were sure of it. Mostly to explain to you what the hell happened with... well, you had cummed inside her—a lot—and you thought the baby thing was a joke, but she was too cool and serious about it, and frankly you were terrified by the possibility that there was a mini you with pointy ears making toys and hot cocoa in the North Pole. Not by her existence, but by your absence.
Although, would that mini you really have cared? Would she have told him about you? Questions like that would come and go, turn into a tornado of anxiety and nerves and go away again. You just had the overwhelming need to see her again.
But despite anticipating that day so much, you didn't let your life revolve around it and made plans with your friends as normal. The hangout wasn't all that different from last year: same dinner, same gift exchange, and same drinking session that ended with two of your colleagues lying on the floor stinking of alcohol. You of course didn't let yourself end up in that state, not when you had a pending date at home.
This time you didn't arrive at 1 in the morning, but at 2. You ran up the stairs of the building like lightning, and when you got to your floor you literally ran to your apartment with the keys already in hand. The damn lock was your worst enemy at that moment; you couldn't find the right damn key despite using it every damn day, and when you found it, for some reason it took you longer than usual to finally open the door and go in.
There was a quick way to know if she was really there already, and that was by taking off your shoes. But when you did, the disappointment of not finding the floor frozen like the last time made you sigh. She wasn't there, at least not yet. You weren't going to lose hope. She was surely busy with her elf business.
Unwilling to accept disappointment as a mood at the moment, you hung your trench coat on your coat rack and walked slowly into your living room. Now, the floor might not be cold, but your Christmas tree along with every other decoration was lit, and brighter than usual. That could only mean two things: either the power grid was overloaded and you were about to experience a blackout, or she was coming soon.
For the sake of your sanity you would stick with the second possibility.
The dilemma was now deciding what you were going to spend the time you had to wait on. Several options were running through your head, such as preparing something for her arrival. The thing is, she was an elf, not Santa Claus; you didn't know if the same tastes as the bearded old man would apply to her. It was a silly thing to think about, because who didn't like cookies?
Yes, that's what you were going to do: cookies with a glass of strawberry milk. She was sure to love it.
Decided, you turned around to go to the kitchen, but you had barely taken a step when you heard something behind you, something that made you stop dead: a slight tinkling, almost imperceptible, as if little crystals were brushing against each other in the air. At first it was distant, but as the seconds passed the noise took shape until it sounded like a miniature blizzard. As you turned around, your eyes shined at what was emerging next to your Christmas tree: a sparkling swirl of snowflakes that started small, grew larger until it rose upwards, and slowly materialized into a silhouette. A woman.
Well, an elf. And it's not like you'd seen too many in your life, but she was without a doubt the most beautiful one you'd ever seen. There was no competition, you were sure.
Karina had appeared with her back to you, so she spent a few seconds looking for you on that side of the living room. It wasn't until she turned around that your eyes met. Hers lit up with a cute sparkle, but not figuratively, they literally gave off a little spark the moment she recognized you.
"Master!" she squealed, running with little jumps towards you.
"Karina!" you said back, with a smile so big that your cheeks hurt.
She lunged into your arms, causing you both to fall to the floor. You squeezed her in your arms, both of you laughing.
"I missed you so much, master!" Karina said, kicking her feet, her arms wrapped around your head and her face buried in your neck.
At that moment you noticed something that made you feel like a fool for not having done it before, because it was right in front of your nose. Karina was blonde now. A nice pale blonde that suited her perfectly. And not only that. Her hair used to smell like toasted hazelnut, and now you could smell a faint scent of pine and lavender.
"Really?" you asked with warm cheeks and a silly smile. "I... didn't think you cared that much."
Karina moved away from you and settled herself sitting on your abdomen, with a look of not liking what you had said at all.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" She asked with a frown.
"I mean, uhm... I don't know!" you shrugged. "I thought you'd be so busy at the North Pole that well... you'd have forgotten about me."
Karina fell silent, staring at you.
"You're scaring me," you said.
"Master, you're so lucky that I'm a snow elf and can't commit violent acts!" she held up her finger. "There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of you!"
"I'm sorry! Can you understand me? I spent a whole week thinking that you were just a very lucid dream."
"But I’m not!" she snapped. You had to say that she looked too cute when she was angry.
"Yeah, you definitely not," you replied with a giggle, and brought your hands up to her hair to feel it between your fingers. "But I remembered you... brunette."
"Oh," Karina looked down and saw the strands you were grabbing, then her cheeks turned as red as one of the baubles on your Christmas tree. "That? Well..." her lips curved into a cute smile. "That's what happens to elves when..."
The soft tinkling of swirling snowflakes interrupted her. You frowned and sat up with her still on your lap, and both of you turned to your Christmas tree. This time it wasn't just one swirl, but two.
"Uhm... Karina, what's going on?" you asked, bewildered.
"It seems my sisters remembered that they had to come with me here tonight," Karina said, and she got up from your lap to go stand near the already rising swirls, arms akimbo and head cocked to the side.
"Wait what?" You stood up and went to stand behind her. "Sisters? Do you have sisters?"
"Well they're not my sisters as such, but that's how we call each other at the North Pole," she replied, as snowflakes took shape. "And… here they are."
From both whirls appeared two girls, both as beautiful as Karina. One of them, the shorter one, had long dark brown hair, and her dress was similar to Karina's, only the skirt was more flared and the red was brighter. The other, slightly taller than the first but still shorter than Karina, had short black shiny hair, and her dress, with two pompoms on the chest, was fastened to her neck like a choker with a red bow. Her dress was the same color as the shorter girl's, but it was considerably shorter to show off more thighs.
"May I know what happened?" Karina asked, while the two girls looked around. "You were supposed to appear with me!"
"It was her fault!" the short-haired girl immediately said with a frown, stepping forward while pointing at the other. "She got distracted feeding a reindeer!"
The other girl, unconcerned by the black-haired girl's accusations, stood beside her with a big smile on her face as she skipped around a bit.
"You should have seen him! He was so cute!" she said, then tilted her head at you over Karina's shoulder. "Oh, almost as cute as him."
The black-haired girl looked at you as well, and they both walked past Karina to stand in front of you.
"Is he our master, Karina?" the black-haired girl asked, staring at you with her hands behind her back.
"Aha," Karina nodded behind them, her arms crossed. "Master, this is Nissa," she pointed at the black-haired girl. "And she is... Lyra! Master has not ordered you to do that!"
Lyra had her arms around your neck, and her face was very close to yours. She had puppy eyes, bright and cute, and from what you could sense over that dress, she had a tight, slim body.
"No, but I read his mind," Lyra replied with a mischievous little smile. "And I already know how he wants us to serve him."
Shit, right. They could do that.
You were still, still not wanting to lay your hands on them from the slight shock you had.
"We must wait for master's orders anyway, silly!" Nissa scolded, and with a tug she pulled her away from you. "It's rule number one!"
"But rules are a pain!" Lyra complained.
"Silence, both of you!" Karina said, and pushed them away to stand between you. "Well? Do you like your gift, master?"
“I…” Your gaze went to Lyra, who seemed eager to be ordered around, and then to Nissa, who looked much calmer and more cautious. “I don’t understand, why are there three of you here now?”
Karina let out a giggle.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She cocked her head. “Because of how good you were this year!”
Lyra and Nissa nodded.
“Very few were as good a person as you, master,” Nissa said. “Your name was on a list of only two thousand people.”
You raised your eyebrows. Two thousand people. 8.025 billion people in the world, and only two thousand. Boy you were screwed as a society.
“And of course Karina set herself aside exclusively for you!” Lyra added. “Then we were ordered to come with her.”
“And that’s why there are three of us instead of one, master,” Karina finally said. “Triple fun, don’t you think?”
"Triple fun indeed..." you nodded, looking at the three of them carefully. But your gaze ended up landing on Nissa. "Is there a reason why your dress is so short?"
You knew the answer: nice fleshy thighs. But you hoped she would use her powers to make you confirm something. Nissa didn't disappoint you, as she turned around, looked over her shoulder at you, and lifted her dress to confirm your suspicions: her ass was pretty and round, and very spankable.
"For this, master," she said. "Because I know you can have fun with it. Come, touch it please."
You reached out and placed your hand on one of her buttocks. You took a few seconds to feel how soft it was, and when you squeezed it, it felt like a delicious marshmallow.
"Very nice..." you nodded, removed your hand, and then looked at Lyra. "And what about you? Any qualities you'd like to highlight, darling?"
"I'm tight, master," she grabbed your other hand, bringing it under her dress and then between her legs to let your fingers against her slit. Instinctively you rubbed it over her panties. "Very, very tight."
"Fuck..." you muttered and then looked at Karina. "And what about you?"
"Me?" Karina pointed at herself. "I'm yours, master. For a year now. Do you need me to say anything else?"
"Absolutely not, come here," you said, and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her into a kiss.
Karina welcomed your lips with a cute sigh, as if she had been waiting for that kiss as much as you. She clung to your neck with both arms, one hand on your back and the other in strands of your hair. You roamed your hands over every corner of her body: waist, back, arms, thighs and ass, each part slightly fleshier than last year.
"Girls," you said, pulling away from Karina's lips for a moment. "Feel free to read my every thought and act on it as you see fit."
"Yes, master," you heard them both say as you kissed Karina again.
Lyra immediately latched onto the left side of your body and began to fill that side of your neck with kisses, one hand on your abdomen under your sweater and the other on your lower back. Nissa got behind you, and with Lyra's help she pulled your sweater off. She then planted her lips on your back, tracing a path of kisses that covered your shoulder blades, your nape, and the side of your neck that Lyra couldn't reach.
When your kiss with Karina got intense you let yourself go, pulling down the top of her dress to let her tits fall and pulling up her skirt so you could squeeze her buttocks between your fingers. Lyra unbuttoned your pants, and Nissa slipped her hand inside your boxers to grab your cock. The touch of her fingers felt cold at first, but she must have used her powers in some way, because within seconds her hand started to feel warm against your skin; that felt amazing, especially when she cupped your balls and massaged them, now with one hand rubbing your chest.
Lyra lowered her kisses from your neck to your collarbone, and then slowly moved down your chest until she got on her knees and reached your abdomen. She placed wet kisses there, slowly around your navel and near Nissa's wrist as the short-haired girl stroked your cock under your boxers. Your pants were a nuisance when she tried to lower her lips further, so she grabbed them from the curb and, along with your underwear, pulled them down to your ankles.
"Oh... your cock looks delicious, master," you heard Lyra say, and then you felt her lips on your thigh, near your crotch. Nissa was slowly stroking you, and now Karina was also playing with your balls with her tits pressed to your chest.
You pulled away from Karina's lips, looked down at Lyra, and put a hand on her cheek to rub it with your thumb.
"Wanna taste it?" you asked between gasps, as Karina and Nissa were fondling your cock in all sorts of ways.
"I do what my master..."
"No," you interrupted her. "Just answer my question."
Lyra looked into your eyes, and held your gaze as she took your cock between her cold fingers. Karina and Nissa took the cue and knelt down as well, Nissa taking the right side and Karina the middle. It was then that Lyra, without foreplay or warning, took you into her mouth to slowly suck on your cock, between long moans and deep breaths. She pulled out within seconds.
"I'd love to, master," she replied, and along with the other two girls began to fill every corner of your shaft with wet kisses. "Even if it barely fits in my little mouth."
"Then come on," you said between gasps, watching the three girls soak your cock with their lips. "Have fun with it."
"Master," Karina said, as Lyra and Nissa each took one of your balls to lick and suck on. "May I use my powers on you?"
You frowned.
"For what?" you cocked your head.
Karina smiled, bringing a finger to your tip to collect a drop of precum and bring it to her mouth.
"You'll see," she said, and gave your tip a lick. "For now just enjoy."
With that said Karina was next to take you inside her mouth. You immediately had flashbacks of your past encounter with her; it felt just as warm, and she kept her skill with her tongue intact. The pace she kept was also the same: slow, deep, making sure your cock was covered in her saliva. You moaned a few times, and she imitated you, horny just by the fact that she was giving you so much pleasure.
You wanted Nissa to be next, and so your wish was granted. The black-haired girl waited patiently for Karina to take you out of her mouth to take you in hers. Like Karina, Nissa pumped her head slowly and torturously, gently sliding down every inch of your cock as she could thanks to how slippery it was.
Lyra was eager to take her turn as well, and you could tell she was getting very impatient, because she was moaning over and over again, kissing the inches of cock that Nissa didn't have in her mouth with her hands clinging to your thighs. In your head you gave the order for her turn to be given, and Nissa complied immediately.
"Fuck, finally," Lyra said, and took your cock in one hand before sinking her mouth there.
For the first time, you felt like how you liked things wasn't the most important thing, because as soon as she caught you between her lips, Lyra started pumping her head like a demon, fast and disastrous, in complete contrast to the work Karina and Nissa had done so far. You weren't bothered by it, on the contrary it got even more moans out of you. But the other two girls seemed confused, since they knew that those weren't your preferences.
If that wasn't enough, Lyra surprised you by taking you completely inside her mouth. You expected that because of the size ratio between your cock and her mouth she would gag, but that didn't happen. She kept you in her throat while the saliva poured out in thick drops. Seconds later, she kept pumping her head like nothing, until without even noticing you came inside her mouth.
"Oh my fucking...!" You brought your hand up to cover your mouth in order not to curse anymore, as Lyra milked your cock using her lips and fingers at the same time. She swallowed every drop, letting the saliva spill out but not your load, and after a few moans around your shaft, she pulled out to show you her cum-filled mouth.
"M-Master... did you like that?" Karina asked, afraid that Lyra might have been too reckless.
"I..." you gasped, looking down at Lyra as she swallowed your cum. "I loved it."
Karina and Nissa sighed in relief. Lyra just smiled from ear to ear.
"Very well, now look at this," Karina said.
Karina placed her outstretched hand beneath your cock, and with a subtle flourish of her fingers, caused a cold blizzard of tiny, sparkling snowflakes to spread across every inch of your shaft. When the blizzard cleared and she finally took hold of your cock to stroke it, you felt no trace of sensitivity whatsoever.
“What the...” you raised your eyebrows. “That’s… perfect!” you chuckled. “What else did you do?”
“Your cock won’t go limp unless you want it to,” she replied. “And you can give us as many loads as you want, master.”
“Does that mean my cock is magic now?”
That got a giggle from her.
“You could say so.”
“Great,” you smiled. “Shall we go to the bedroom?”
“We’ll go wherever you want, master,” she said.
“Follow me then, please.”
You helped the three of them to their feet and led the way to your room. Inside everything was neat and tidy; you had made sure of that before you left your house that night, thinking exclusively of that moment when you would have to greet a pretty elf—three, in this case. They entered first, and you closed the door behind you before moving around them and going to sit on the bottom edge of the bed.
“Nissa, come here sweetheart,” you said, your hands resting on the mattress.
Nissa walked over to you, standing between your legs and turning her back to you, to lift her skirt and sit right on top of your cock, squeezing it between her buttocks. She ground her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against your shaft with her hands on your knees. You brought your hands to her waist and then slipped one under her dress to rub her lower back.
“You like my ass, don’t you master?” Nissa asked, looking over her shoulder at you with her lips slightly curved.
"Oh I love it..." you replied, watching your cock being kneaded between her ass cheeks. "It's so fucking pretty."
Karina and Lyra, of course, knew exactly what to do even if you weren't going to speak directly to them. They each climbed into bed with you, Lyra on your left and Karina on your right, both kissing either side of your neck and groping every part of your upper body.
You hadn't indulged in laying your hands on Lyra, so you reached out and wrapped an arm around her small frame to press her against you. She immediately sought out your lips, and upon finding them you merged into a messy, tongue-swirling kiss. Her dress screamed for you to unwrap it like a nice Christmas present, which you did with the help of the hand you had on her back. The garment gave way quickly, and now Lyra was completely naked except for her panties and boots.
You did the same with Karina, an even easier task than the first since you had already done half the work a few minutes ago. You squeezed them both against you, Lyra with her tight, toned petite body and Karina with her heavy tits. You kissed Karina first, but only took a few seconds before moving back to Lyra and her restless tongue. Despite this inclination, for both bodies you devoted careful attention with your hands, emphasizing both asses and both already wet pussies.
Nissa was still working on your cock. She had pulled off her panties, and had slobbered on your cock with her hand to give you an assjob that had you panting against Lyra's lips. At one point, her ass felt so good that you couldn't help but grab your cock, have her rub the tip between her folds, and straighten it so that Nissa impaled on every inch.
"Mmmmgh!" Nissa moaned, holding on tightly to your knees with your cock all the way in her warm, wet pussy.
"You like the way it feels, sweetheart?" you asked panting, and gave both of her ass cheeks a squeeze so she began to slowly move up and down.
"I'm the one who should be asking you that, master," she replied, looking straight into your eyes as she moved over every inch of your cock.
"Just answer," you insisted, one hand now on her lower back. "And take off that dress."
Nissa complied, taking a few seconds to pull her dress over her head. Now completely naked—except for her boots, like Karina and Lyra—she bounced ever faster on your cock, filling your room with cute moans.
"I love the way it feels, master," she moaned. "You'll make me cum a lot tonight, won't you?"
"Only if that's what you want," you said, giving her a small spank that made her moan louder. "Is that what you want?"
"Why does it matter what I want, master?" Nissa managed to ask despite being so agitated. "We are your gift this Christmas. What you want is what matters."
"Wrong," you gasped, reaching out again to grope Karina and Lyra's asses. Lyra's was firmer, and Karina's was fleshier. "None of this makes sense to me if I'm the only one enjoying it, so I do care a lot about what you want."
You heard Karina giggle to your right.
"And that's why you earned the three of us here, master," she said, and grabbed your face to make you kiss her again.
Nissa slowed down considerably, but now she moved harder and deeper. Surely that had a lot to do with what you had told her, because every time she slammed her ass into your pelvis she moaned long and hard. She was one of those girls, noted.
After a few seconds of kissing Karina you moved back to Lyra, while you pulled down both pairs of panties enough so you could play with both pussies comfortably. You put a finger in each one, pumping at a steady pace. Lyra moaned against your lips, and Karina clung tighter to you with one hand on your arm and the other on your shoulder.
"I want to eat your pussy," you gasped against Lyra's lips. "Both of you. You know what to do."
Karina and Lyra got down to business, while you just let yourself fall back to lie down and let the magic happen. They both turned their backs to you, separated their knees and moved a little towards you so that you had both asses on either side of your face, which you just had to turn a little. Now, with minimal effort, you could have a whole ass feast, quite literally.
You first turned to the right and focused on Karina's pussy, delighting in that exquisite taste you missed for so long. Not long after, you turned to the other side, now tasting Lyra's tight little pussy. You alternated between each one, unable to give more attention to one than the other. Nissa, on the other hand, had now returned to the usual rhythm, and bounced again and again against your cock until she finally came.
"C-can I keep going master?" You heard her say as you had your mouth buried in Lyra's pussy. "I've never felt this fucking good and… mmmgh!"
"Let me do it for you baby," you said, and sat up to stand with her, turn her around and make her get on her knees at the edge of the bed. She dropped forward immediately, hands on the mattress and ass up for you. "Oh, you can do like... things with each other? You know."
"We're not related," Lyra replied. "So you can safely order her to eat our pussies, master."
"You heard her, sweetie," you told Nissa with a couple of pats to her lower back before taking the reins and fucking her hard from behind.
Lyra and Karina lay on their backs next to each other, pulling their legs up to their torsos to hold them there with their own arms, making it easier for Nissa to do the job as you hammered her pussy like you were doing.
Nissa moved from side to side between moans, making sure to be even with the use of her mouth and tongue and even fingering them. The first to cum was Lyra, who had been horny for quite a while now and it wasn't hard to get her over the edge. Seconds later it was Nissa herself who came, unable to contain the pleasure already building up in her body. It wasn't until half a minute later that Karina came too, thanks to the joint work of Lyra, sucking on her tits, and Nissa, eating her pussy and fingering her.
"Only you're missing, master," Nissa said between gasps, looking over her shoulder at you. Her face was flushed in every corner, and her raven hair was messy. "What are you waiting for to fill my warm elf pussy?"
Your response was a spank that made her squeal. Your climax was pretty close, but the trigger was seeing at that very moment how Lyra and Karina kissed in the hottest, messiest, and mind-blowing way possible. You grabbed onto Nissa's waist, and with one hard thrust you came inside her between moans.
"Mmmgh yes, just like that," Nissa moaned as you filled her pussy, one side of your face resting against her crossed arms. "That feels good huh?"
"Oh it feels amazing, fuck," you gasped, hands on her buttocks. When your climax passed, you pulled out of her and took a step back. "Aight... the first one to get to clean up will be next."
Karina's reaction time was so fast that she didn't even give Lyra a chance to move. Within a couple of seconds she was already at your side to bend down and clean your cum from Nissa's pussy, while Lyra was still on the bed, with a frown and a slight pout that you found adorable.
"Don't be like that, cutie," you told Lyra with a smile. "If you know what I have in mind for you right now, you'll know that it will be worth waiting a little."
Lyra looked at you for a second, and the pout transformed into a small knowing smile. She pulled out a hand, and made a pair of ice-white but sturdy-looking handcuffs appear in her palm. But that wasn't the main attraction. A few seconds later, tied to her body appeared a series of red ropes, intertwined across her entire torso; these formed a star on her chest, with her tits protruding on either side of the lower point while the upper end was around her neck and the side ends under her armpits. The abdomen part formed a diamond with her belly right in the middle. She didn't have any limbs tied at the moment, so she could still move freely. For now.
"You're very naughty, master," Lyra said with a giggle, pulling Nissa towards her to remove her dress and leave her on equal terms with her and Karina. "Luckily for you, I'm very happy being naughty."
Karina grabbed your chin and made you look at her.
"Hey, you'll have time for her," she said, pressing herself against you so you could wrap your arms around her. "I won."
It was the first time she spoke to you like that, directly and without formalities, as if she were your equal and not as if you were a person superior to her. It was strange not to hear her call you master, but it drove you crazy.
"Yeah, keep talking to me like that," you smiled, bringing a hand between her buttocks to rub her folds. "It makes me want to fuck you even harder."
Karina tilted her head and smiled back at you, bringing her hand down to rub your cock.
"Oh yeah?" she said, then bit her bottom lip. "Then fuck me hard. I dare you. Fuck me until I cry."
It felt bad to know that you would have to make Lyra wait a little longer, but the way Karina had said that had struck a chord in you. It wasn't your fault tho, how could you not comply with such a request? It would be a sin not to. Besides, you had the perfect idea.
"Lyra, darling," you said. "Will you please let me have the cuffs?"
"All yours, master," she said now on top of Nissa, making out with the short-haired girl as she handed you the cuffs.
"I thought you would use that for Lyra, master," Karina said as you reached out an arm to take the cuffs.
"I found a better use," you replied, and turned Karina around so that her back was to you. "She'll already have the ropes."
"And what do you think... oh!" Karina trailed off as you made her bend down as far as possible without bending her legs. Then you pulled her arms straight up, held her wrists together, and put the handcuffs on.
"Just like that," you said, and with one hand holding her wrists, you took your cock and slowly took it inside her, in one smooth movement that made you moan out loud.
"Mmmgh fuck!" Karina moaned, tensing her entire body at the inability to move. "Oh yes, do whatever you want with me master. After all I'm just your pretty sex slave. Pound my pussy hard and fill it with your warm load."
God damn. What would the bearded old man think of her if he heard her talk dirty like that? It definitely wasn't your problem, and since it wasn't, you started fucking her like you'd been wanting to do for the past 365 days.
Karina brought out her obedience and durability from that moment on. You fucked her fast, hard, pounding her from behind with such force that the thrusts reverberated through the room, and despite that, she held still for you without complaint, perfectly assuming her role as sex slave.
"Don't you think it would be nice to see those pretty ass cheeks lit up in red, master?" Lyra asked from your left, kneeling at the edge of the bed with Nissa behind her kissing her neck and rubbing her clit.
You held Karina's wrists with your right hand and reached out with your left to reach Lyra's pussy and slide two fingers inside. She moaned and held onto your wrist with one hand, while the other was behind to grab Nissa's nape.
"Very good," you nodded between heavy panting breaths, focused on keeping up the pace. "But you'll be the one to decide if it's enough."
"Count on it," Lyra moaned as you pumped your fingers in and out of her pussy, which you could already get a sense of how tight it was.
Taking advantage of the fact that Karina had no choice but to keep her arms in that position, you let go of her wrists so you could drop the first spank. Of course, one wasn't enough; at least ten more followed, making Karina whimper until Lyra gave you the signal to stop.
"Oh look at that master, they're beautiful," she pointed at Karina's ass cheeks between gasps, as you were still fingering her and Nissa was making quick circles on her clit.
Karina's ass cheeks were indeed beautiful beneath that pigmentation: bright red, the color of Lyra and Nissa's dress. She looked over her shoulder at you, and you smiled as you noticed you were complying with her request as she was crying out in pleasure.
"You like that baby?" you asked, clenching your jaw as you hammered her pussy.
"Yes!" she screamed instantly. "Yes fuck yes! And I'm going to... mmmgh!!"
Karina exploded into spasms, her trembling legs about to give out. You slowed down considerably so she wouldn't be overwhelmed, and that allowed you to focus on Lyra.
"And you?" you asked, adding a third finger into her stiflingly tight pussy. You pumped fast, as much as you could with your non-skilled hand. "Cum, cutie, and look into my eyes."
Lyra held your gaze in a show of unconditional obedience, even though her face looked like it was about to melt with pleasure. Only a few seconds later your and Nissa's work finally paid off, when Lyra dug her nails into your wrist and climaxed with a long moan that made your eardrums vibrate.
As Lyra came, you pulled your fingers out of her and let Nissa take over since you weren't done with Karina yet.
"Nissa, baby, push her away," you said, referring to Lyra.
Nissa nodded and picked up Lyra to carry her to the side of the bed, leaving that space at the edge free for you to make Karina get on. The blonde girl settled herself with her ass raised, knees wide apart and face against the mattress. You removed the handcuffs, only to bring her wrists together behind her back and put them back on. Then, with both hands clinging to the front of her thighs, you continued fucking her with all your might.
Karina whimpered against the mattress, biting the sheet and shedding tears. Her body was still shaking from her recent orgasm, but she was happy with that, with you using her without mercy or care. That's what her eyes told, fixed on you while her face went through every possible phase of pleasure, from twisting to complete paralysis, state in which she stayed until she came for the second time.
The time you gave her to assimilate it was minimal; you didn't want to stop for a second, and you were dying to cum again inside that perfect pussy. The non-stop thrusts made her growl deep in her throat, and also made her bury her face in the sheets to muffle her screams. She came a third time, but this time you joined her.
"Mmmgh fuck!" you growled between slow thrusts, putting your hand on the back of Karina's neck to press her face into the bed and fill every corner of her pussy with cum. "Fuck I missed this so much!"
"Yes master, fill me up!" Karina squealed, writhing in pleasure. "Make me more yours than I already am!"
"Is that even fucking possible?" you gasped, balls deep inside her, waiting for your climax to pass before you pulled out of her pussy. "God, I'm sorry, I'm cursing too much."
Lyra let out an incredulous laugh, looking at you lying on the side of the bed.
"Master, you have ropes tied to my body and your biggest vulgarity is swearing?" she asked with a giggle.
"Nissa, clean Karina up, sweetie," you ordered her, and climbed onto the bed to grab her chin and plant a sweet kiss on her lips. "I promise to reward you later."
"Even if you didn't, I'd be happy to do anything you say, master," she smirked at you, her hand over yours.
"And that's why you deserve to be rewarded," you winked at her. "Come on, go. I have work to do."
Nissa nodded, moving past you and going to take care of Karina. Lyra then settled herself right in the middle of the bed, a mischievous little smile on her face and her legs spread wide. You quickly positioned yourself on top of her, hands flat against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Your cock rubbed against her pussy underneath, and she raised her hips to seek more contact.
"Let's see how tight you say you are," you said as you looked into her eyes, to grab your cock and take it inside her, little by little.
And fuck, she wasn't wrong. In fact, her own words didn't do justice to how truly tight that piece of tender flesh was. Lyra smiled mid-moan. It was a cocky smile, as she knew she was completely right by the way you were panting.
"You like it huh?" She asked with a giggle as you were just a few inches away from reaching the bottom of her stifling walls. "Isn't that the tightest pussy you've ever been inside of, master?"
"Oh fuck yes," you gasped, and gave one last quick thrust to let the entirety of your length inside her. "You didn't use any powers, did you?"
"Of course not!" she replied with her hands on your shoulders, visibly offended.
"I had to ask," you shrugged, and leaned into her to crash your lips together and begin rocking your hips back and forth.
Lyra put her hands on your neck and moaned against your lips, keeping her legs open for you to fuck her pussy gradually harder. She had something special for sure. It could be that sassy attitude she carried around that you found so fucking sexy, but it could also be that tight, toned body, or that beautiful face that glowed every time she smiled. Whatever it was, that girl's spark felt like something you could easily become addicted to.
The initial plan was to use the ropes and fuck her in different ways and positions, and while the plan wasn't off the table, you were determined to postpone it just a little bit just to take advantage of every second you had with her and enjoy as many experiences as possible. The good thing was that with this girl you were sure there were no regrets, because every second you spent thrusting in and out of her was a second in which your obsession with that tight little body only increased, and this was entirely due to her merit, because her body language was bold, wild, unleashed. As if she completely forgot the role she was supposed to be fulfilling.
"Does my tight pussy feel good, master?" she asked between moans, as you pumped fast and hard. You held her by the thighs, pressing her knees to the sides of her torso.
"Overwhelmingly good," you gasped, looking into her eyes.
At that moment you felt someone behind you, who wrapped both arms around you and caressed your abdomen and chest. When you felt her tits you knew it was Karina, exhaling hot breath near your right ear. Nissa showed herself on the left; she laid on her side next to Lyra, just to watch you fuck her.
"Make her cum, master," she murmured in your ear. "But choke her, she loves it."
"How do you...?"
"Just do it."
You brought your hand to Lyra's neck, gripping it with five fingers to squeeze hard. The reaction was immediate. Lyra let out a moan that didn't come out of her throat, and held onto your wrist with both hands. Her walls tightened around your cock, making you moan as well. As a final trick you added an extra gear and hammered her pussy with all your might. Not even 10 seconds passed when Lyra's back arched and her body shook in a violent orgasm, unbecoming of an elf according to the little information you had about them.
"I told you," Karina said with a giggle, as Lyra came on your cock. "Are you going to tie her up now? I can do it for you if you want."
"You already know how I want her, so do your thing," you nodded, and let go of her neck.
Karina snapped her fingers, and in the blink of an eye Lyra now had more ropes tied to her body. Her arms were bound, crossed behind her back, and she had another pair of ropes tied to her shins from her thighs. Lyra noticed this and looked down at herself, then smirked at you.
"About time," she said.
"Fuck, that's hot," Karina said from behind you. "Do you want me to do something with her, master?"
"Not for now, sweetheart," you replied. "Right now the orders are for Nissa."
She looked at you, awaiting what you were going to say to her.
"Sit on her face," you pointed with your chin. "Right now Lyra will be ours."
Nissa was happy to comply. Within seconds she was on top of Lyra's face, thighs on either side of her head and hands on her small tits. Lyra stuck her tongue out and ate at the short haired girl's pussy, who moaned and slowly ground her hips.
With that hot scenery in front of you, you continued fucking Lyra's pussy, this time with your hands on her petite waist and Karina kissing your neck. Nissa looked into your eyes, fucking herself against Lyra's face and squeezing her tits, and you were going crazy at how good Lyra's pussy felt and how hot she looked tied up.
"Karina, love, touch her," you said, looking at her over your shoulder. "I want to see how many times she can cum before I do."
"Yes darling," she said in your ear, and went to lie down next to Lyra.
You felt your cheeks heat up, and not because of how turned on you were, but because of being called 'darling' by Karina. It was a small reverie that took you a while to snap out of, but now you couldn't get it out of your head, not even when Karina started rubbing Lyra's pussy and sucking on one of her tits until she came.
Lyra moaned against Nissa's folds as her legs and hips shook. You fucked her through her orgasm, and Karina kept touching her as well. You made eye contact with Karina, and one nod was enough for her to snap her fingers again and the way Lyra was tied up changed. Now her legs were together and raised, and her wrists were tied to the sides of her calves.
With your hands on her thighs you kept thrusting like a madman, making each blow reverberate through the room. Nissa came within seconds, her thighs pressed on either side of Lyra's head, but she kept grinding her hips, not a hint of a sign that she would stop. Maybe it was due to the fact that you wanted her to do whatever she wanted to seek her own pleasure. It hadn't been an order as such, she had simply decided herself. Fine by you. The less orders you had to give, the better.
You and Karina made Lyra cum again as the seconds passed. Her moans came out louder, and the vibrations made Nissa cum for the second time in a row, only now there was a little surprise.
"Oh damn!" Nissa moaned with a hand on her mouth as she lowered herself off Lyra's face, realizing she had squirted on it.
"What the..." you raised your eyebrows, now pumping slower against Lyra's pussy.
"I'm sorry Lyra!" Nissa said, looking at the girl's soaked face, worried.
"Are you kidding?" Lyra asked, gasping for air, as if she had run the Tour de France. "That was fucking hot, let me fucking kiss you right now."
"Are you... sure?" Nissa tilted her head.
"I would pull you in for a kiss right now if my hands weren't tied."
Nissa didn't hesitate to lay down beside her, on the opposite side of Karina, to grab her by the neck and kiss her. You started moving again, and now Karina got up to kneel behind you again, running a hand in front of you and bringing it to your balls to hold them while you fucked Lyra in search of another climax.
"Come on baby, fill that tight little pussy," Karina said in your ear, then sucked on your earlobe. "I feel those balls full and ready to cum inside that petite body."
Karina kept calling you all those cute words, and you thought you would explode with love at any moment. Thinking about it distracted you again. Lyra, thankfully, drew your attention back to her by breaking the kiss with Nissa and looking you straight in the eyes.
"Oh fuck fill my pussy already, master!" she squealed. "I need that fucking load inside me!"
Karina snapped her fingers, and a rope appeared around Lyra's head at the level of her mouth to keep her quiet. You hadn't commanded that.
"Hey, watch that mouth!" Karina scolded her. Ironic.
Lyra frowned, frustrated for a moment by the inability to speak. But when you gave Karina the mental command to make the ropes holding Lyra's legs and wrists disappear and only the ropes around her mouth and torso remain, you had her moaning and biting the rope as you pounded into her pussy as if she hadn't already cum three times before.
With Karina holding your balls and exhaling hot breath on the back of your neck, it was easy to reach the downhill slope that would lead you to your climax. You clenched your jaw, leaned forward a little, and now put two hands on Lyra's neck, both squeezing until every sound that came out of her throat was cut off. In the final stretch you got quicker, at a pace you didn't even know you were capable of, until with one last sudden thrust, you came inside the tightest pussy in the North Pole.
You groaned through clenched teeth, pumping slowly to get every drop of cum inside her. Lyra was holding your wrists with both hands, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes. You were sure you were squeezing maybe too hard, but you were unable to loosen your fingers when the sensory stimulation was so overwhelming to you.
"Oh yeah..." Karina moaned into your ear, massaging your balls. "I can feel those balls emptying inside that little pussy... Oh! They're full again," she giggled.
"You three are amazing, you know that?" you asked between gasps, regaining control of your motor skills to release Lyra's neck.
"It's the reward for a wonderful man," Karina said into your ear, and she pulled you into a hug from behind to kiss your cheek. You decided to ignore it so you wouldn't curl up like an armadillo and giggle like a fool.
"Oh right, speaking of rewards..." your gaze went to Nissa, who was pampering Lyra and wiping the tears from her cheeks. "It's your turn for another bit of fun, sweetie."
"How do you want me, master?" she asked, glancing at you as she was focused on Lyra being okay. "I know what's going through your head right now... but I'd like you to say it."
"I want to fuck your ass," you said, finally pulling out of Lyra's pussy after about fifteen uninterrupted minutes. Your cum spilled out in a thick river onto the sheet. "All three of you."
"And...?" Karina asked, already knowing what you wanted as well. You could tell she was excited, as you two had previous experience with it.
"And I want us to get a little... slippery."
"Yay!"
It seemed like Karina had everything premeditated in her head already. She snapped her fingers, and beneath you appeared a red, waterproof plastic blanket that covered the entire bed.
"Oh... this is new to me," Nissa said, looking at the blanket beneath her.
"Not to me," Karina said, and positioned herself to your right to show you what she held in her hand. It was a moderately sized glass jar, molded into the shape of a snowman with a hat. The liquid inside was clear, and it was obvious what it was. "The honors are yours, sweetheart."
You took the glass jar and looked at Nissa and then at Lyra, who already looked composed after the wild mess you had just gotten out of.
"Can you get on your knees?" you said.
"Are you implying that I'm tired and that I'm out of energy, master?" Lyra asked, raising an eyebrow, and with a haughty expression she was the first to kneel up, sitting on her heels. "I feel underestimated."
You chuckled, moving to the bottom edge of the bed to make room for them. Lyra took the center.
"Forgive me for worrying about you, then," you said, as Karina and Nissa took the same position on either side of Lyra.
First in line was Nissa. The short-haired, chubby-cheeked girl stood expectantly, her gaze fixed on the jar of massage oil. You knelt in front of her, cupping her chin so she looked into your eyes, and caressed her jaw with your thumb.
"Have you ever done anything like this?" you asked, really stupidly because she was a Christmas elf, surely they didn't fuck each other oiled up.
"Clearly not, master," she replied. "Is it... sticky?"
"Slippery," you corrected her.
"That's why the plastic blanket?"
You nodded.
"It'll feel good for you, I promise."
"Well, alright," she nodded with a small serene smile. "I trust you, master."
"Should I start then?" you asked, removing the snowman's hat and opening the jar.
"Stop asking so many questions and just do it, master!" Lyra protested from the side. That girl was a different kind of thing indeed.
In order to start with Nissa you positioned yourself behind her and began pouring the oil on her body, making it drip from her shoulders to her back and breasts. After pouring a considerable amount you had her take the jar for you to spread the liquid all over her back, shoulders, and arms. Then you poured a little more, and now you covered her breasts, belly and finally moved on to her thighs. A little over a minute later, Nissa's pale body was well oiled and shiny.
"Oh, it feels... warm," she said, running her palms over her tits. A small moan escaped her lips after rubbing her nipples a few times. "And wow, it feels really good."
"I told you," you smiled, gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked past Lyra. You approached her face to face.
"Oh master," she sighed, looking into your eyes and then to your lips before bringing a hand to your cock and slowly stroking it. "You know there's only one place tighter than my pussy, don't you?"
You picked up the jar of oil and poured long lines up and down her tight body before spreading them out.
"You weren't the most well behaved elf in your class, were you?" You raised an eyebrow, spreading oil across her abdomen before moving down to her crotch and rubbing her slit.
"No, she definitely wasn't," Nissa said, glancing at her. "And now she's acting even worse."
"Of course not!" Lyra protested, frowning at Nissa. "You're just the most boring girl!"
"Whatever you say," Nissa shrugged.
As you finished oiling Lyra's toned body you finally went with Karina. She was waiting for you with a sly smile.
"How does it feel that we're finally going to do this after a whole year, master?" she asked, as you oiled her body.
"Unreal," you admitted, avoiding eye contact so as not to blush but smiling. "But I'm... happy, quite a bit."
"Yeah, I can tell," she giggled. "That's why I'm this happy too."
"You elves can sense emotions?" you asked, running oil down her tummy and thighs.
"Uhm, not exactly," Karina shook her head softly. "But I can sense yours because well... we're bonded."
You paused with your hands on her thigh, then looked up at her.
"Bonded?" you frowned.
Karina's cheeks lit up with a light blush.
"I think I'd better show you when we're done here," she said.
"Can't you just tell me?"
"No, it's something you need to see."
You heard Nissa and Lyra giggle to your left. They knew things, but they didn't seem willing to tell you. You weren't going to push it either; you'd have time later.
"Okay okay," you nodded. "No pressure."
"Thank you honey," Karina smiled, and gave you a peck on the nose. This time you couldn't help but blush.
You worked for the next minute in silence, putting the finishing touches before leaving Karina on equal footing with Nissa and Lyra.
"Very well master," Karina took the jar from your hand and moved to the side. "It's your turn, come on, lie down."
You didn't object and waited for space to be given to you to lie down in the middle of the bed. Immediately the girls knelt at your sides, Karina on your left and Nissa and Lyra on your right. Karina didn't wait for you to give her the green light, she just started pouring the oil all over your body. Having finished, the three girls put their hands on you.
The girls divided up the areas of your body: Karina had your entire upper torso, and Nissa and Lyra from the waist down. Karina and Nissa were gentle, spreading the oil over your chest and arms and down your legs respectively. But Lyra, being the unstoppable force of nature that she was, had gone straight for your cock and was shamelessly groping it, spreading oil all over that area but at the same time jerking you off.
"Lyra..." you gasped, but a nervous giggle escaped you as well. "That's not what you're supposed to be doing."
She turned to look at you, moving her hand faster on your cock. It slid so smooth and felt so good that you moaned.
"Oh no?" she gave you the eyes of an abandoned puppy. "But I feel your cock very, very slippery, master."
"Yes but..." you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Fuck it come here."
You pulled her by the arm so she landed against your side. Your slick bodies came into contact immediately, her small breasts pressed against one of your pecs. You kissed as Karina and Nissa finished the job, and you brought your hand to Lyra's ass to put a finger directly inside her butthole.
"Oh fuck!" Lyra moaned against your lips, and began to stroke your cock much faster.
"Lyra..." you gasped, trying to get her to stop but at the same time now adding another finger inside her butthole to pump it just as fast. It was a few long seconds before you could muster all your willpower. "Lyra, stop!"
Lyra huffed against your lips, reluctantly releasing your cock.
"Yeah yeah, Nissa will be first," she said, having already read your mind. "Sorry."
"I'm going to kick your ass when we get back..." you heard Nissa say, who looked at Lyra with narrowed eyes.
"Huh?" Lyra frowned and looked at her. Karina giggled.
"Nothing," Nissa looked at you. "May I, master?"
"Go ahead, darling," you nodded.
Nissa turned around and straddled you, her back to you, planting her feet on the mattress in a squat position. She grabbed your cock, brought it between her buttocks and pressed it against her butthole to slowly lower her hips. Your cock was easily engulfed between that pair of pale, pretty asscheeks, and when Nissa rested her ass against your pelvis you both moaned.
"Feels good, master?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at you with her eyebrows raised in pleasure.
"It'll feel better when you use me as your personal trampoline," you replied, and brought your hands up to her buttocks to make circles with your palms there.
"Let me do it?"
"That's what I want you to do."
As soon as she said that Nissa took a few brief seconds to very slowly get into a pace, until she was bouncing hard and fast against your cock. You moaned and gave her a spank that slipped and didn't land as hard as it should have, but it was enough to make her whimper.
You pulled Karina and Lyra to the sides of your body. Now you crashed your lips against Karina's, who purposely rubbed her heavy tits against you. Lyra did something similar, only she was rubbing her pussy against your thigh. With Nissa already jumping on your cock you were able to resume your previous activity, so you put two fingers inside Lyra's ass and did the same with Karina, pumping both wrists quickly.
Nissa bounced on your cock for a while, and she did it without tiring despite going as hard as she was going. She finally came between cute moans, grinding her hips back and forth while her whole body shook with spasms. It was at that moment that you considered it appropriate to give her her well-deserved reward.
You pulled your fingers out of Karina and Lyra's asses and reached out to grab Nissa, pulling her so she was lying on her side on top of you and grabbing her from behind her knees to press them against her torso. All to finally plant your feet on the bed and pump up and down.
Nissa held onto your head with both arms and dedicated herself to filling the room with the most beautiful moans ever heard by man. You didn't know what an angel sounded like being fucked in the ass and mind-melting with pleasure, but it was surely something very, very close to that.
"Come on baby give me another one..." you murmured in her ear. Then you gave her earlobe a light bite and a hard spank to her ass. "Cum again for me."
Nissa tried to speak, but nothing but stutters interrupted by moans came out of her mouth. She kissed you, trying to drown out every whimper until with a violent electric shock, she came just as you had asked. You slowly pumped your hips, being gentle with her so she could enjoy her orgasm to the fullest.
"T-thank you, master," she murmured against your lips, breathing heavily. "For… always considering what I want."
"You don't have to thank me, cutie," you said, and pulled out of her. "It's the basics for someone who isn't a jerk."
"Master...?" you heard Lyra's voice to your right. Turning, you saw her on her hands and knees. "Are you ready for me yet?"
"It shouldn't even be your turn yet, Lyra," you said, and carefully pushed Nissa off you.
"No, but I know you want to give Karina your last load, so I deserve you to make me cum a few more times."
You chuckled and sat up.
"You talk like I'm the one serving you."
"I talk like I know what you want, master," she said, spreading her knees and arching her back further to make her ass look rather more appetizing. "And I know you want to fuck my ass very, very bad."
Karina sighed, tired of Lyra's reckless attitude.
"Forgive me, master," she said. "It's my fault for having such poor disciplinary methods."
"No need," you said. "Let's give the sassy slut what she wants."
Lyra smiled, and you went to kneel behind her. The first thing you did was put a hand on her left ass cheek and used your thumb to finger her ass for a few seconds.
"Let me guess, you want it pretty rough too, don't you?" you asked, and pulled your thumb out of her asshole to soon replace it with the tip of your cock.
"Oh yeah," she nodded with a moan, propped up on her elbows as she watched over her shoulder as you took every inch of your hard, throbbing cock into her tight asshole. "I like it rough, so don't hold back for anything in the world."
"I wasn't planning on doing that," you replied with a hand on her slick lower back, pushing the last few inches inside her. "It's what you deserve for being such an insolent girl."
"Punish me then, master," she moaned as you began to move slowly. "About time you do."
The first spank was quick to fall, and more followed as you increased the pace of your thrusts. Unlike Karina's ass, Lyra's ass took a little longer to turn as red as Rudolph the Reindeer's nose, perhaps due to the layer of oil that reduced contact. But when you had accomplished that task you grabbed a handful of her brown hair and pulled on it as hard as you could, making the smacks of your pelvis against her ass reverberate like applause throughout your room.
Lyra went crazy with screams and grunts, and thank god your nearby neighbors spent Christmas outside the building, because at that hour of the morning you would have gotten into a huge amount of trouble with all the fuss that girl was making.
"You like it like this huh?" you asked through clenched teeth, and gave her a harder tug to make her respond. "Huh?!"
"Mmmgh fuck, yes!!!" she whimpered, desperately searching for something to hold on to since the only thing you had underneath you was the red plastic blanket. "Just like fucking like that, yes!!"
A few thrusts later Lyra came, but you continued, not letting up for a single moment. She screamed and squirmed, but within seconds she dropped the side of her face against the blanket and lay still for you again. Taking advantage of her submissiveness, you made her lay on her stomach flat so you could lean forward, grab her chin to make her look up at you, and spit right in her face as you fucked her now prone bone.
"Oh fuck yeah do that again," she growled, and stuck her tongue out for you. You spat on it after a few seconds, and she moaned louder.
You gripped your hand around her neck, as best you could despite the angle you were at. You weren't squeezing too hard, but it was enough to make Lyra cum again, smothering your cock with her butthole walls and making you moan along with her. It was a miracle that you didn't cum on the spot, in fact, you had no idea how that hadn't happened. A moment ago you would have easily exploded because of how good it felt when Lyra cummed and all of her body seemed to go tighter.
With your lungs about to explode from exhaustion, you looked up, and by pure chance you found the answer to your question. Karina was staring too intently at your crotch, with a finger discreetly raised and her eyes a little brighter than usual. Of course.
When she noticed you were looking at her, she lowered her finger, her eyes returned to their normal color and looked at you with an innocent little smile. You weren't going to comment on it, but it's not like it bothered you. In fact, it was just another thing to be grateful for.
"Satisfied, reckless slut?" you asked Lyra between gasps, kissing her on the forehead.
"Only for now," she replied, and managed a mischievous smile.
You pulled out of Lyra's ass and went to lay down in the center of the bed again, right next to Karina, who didn't hesitate to straddle you, grab your face and crash your lips together, already having you all to herself.
The make out session lasted longer than expected. She was more than happy just kissing and rubbing your slippery chests together, and you were more than happy just groping every corner of that perfect body. But soon that last load in your balls was demanding and screaming to be released, and knowing this, Karina raised her hips and brought your cock to her ass to slowly impale herself on it.
"Oh lord," Karina moaned with her hands on your chest as your cock was already halfway in. "Why the hell didn't we try this a year ago?"
"Because we fell asleep too early," you replied, hands on her waist.
"At least we got some sleep that time," she said, your cock already deep in her ass. "But now dawn is too close."
"Oh, right..."
"Hush," she put a finger on your lips. "Don't think about it and just focus on me, honey."
You looked into her eyes, and for the time number-you didn’t remember-, you blushed again at her expense.
"Y-yeah..." you nodded, and she started moving up and down.
That was without a doubt the most intimate moment you had all night. It was just the two of you, her cupping your face and caressing your cheeks as she kissed you, and you running your hands up and down her back and then hugging her tightly. Karina didn't want to go too much faster than she was going at that moment, and it wasn't necessary either; the rhythm was more than perfect, deep and sensual, so that both of you felt every movement with every fiber of your bodies. You moaned against her lips, and she against yours.
"I'm going to cum, honey..." she moaned against your lips after a few minutes. "Cum with me, will you? Yeah?"
"I'll be happy to, fuck," you panted, your hands squeezing her tits and then bringing them to her buttocks and squeezing them. "You keep going, keep going!"
Karina now did pick up the pace a little, just to speed up a few seconds what was inevitable. Towards the end she bounced on you hard, and raised her body a little so you could see her tits jiggle with each blow. You couldn't help but take one into your mouth, suck on it and hold on to Karina's body with both arms until you both came in a series of deep moans.
"Mmmgh fuck yes darling!" Karina whimpered as you came inside her ass, and she took her breast from your mouth to hug your head.
You buried your face in her neck and filled it with as many kisses as you could, drowning your own moans there that kept coming out until you left your entire load inside her. Your last load of the night. After that the magic would end, and you wouldn't see Karina again for another year. Again.
The two of you took a long time to rest, holding each other close between little cuddles, caresses and kisses.
"Honey... about our bond," she said, lying with her head on your chest. "Do you really want to know?"
Certainly some things were better left unsaid. Ignorance was also a power. But no, that was something you had to know by any means necessary.
"Of course I do," you said. "Why so much mystery about it? Is it a bad thing?"
"It is for some… heartless people," she admitted. "But if you're the man I think you are... it won't be for you."
Your heart skipped a beat. Your mind began to spin and scheme like crazy.
"Okay... show me, please."
Karina smiled and sat up with her hands on your chest.
"I'm afraid you'll have to get dressed first," she said. "And put on something warm too," she then looked to their sides. "Hey! Wake up!"
Nissa and Lyra woke up with a small jump from their slumber. Who knows how long they had fallen asleep, but they both looked equally disoriented.
"Go back home and wait for me at Ysara's Crystal," Karina ordered, then pointed at Lyra. "Ysara's Crystal!" she reiterated, knowing full well that Lyra was the unruly one.
"But don't yell at me!" Lyra whined, and stood up reluctantly.
"He's coming with us, Karina?" Nissa asked, carefully getting out of bed.
"Wait what?" you looked at both of them.
"Yeah," Karina nodded with a pleased little smile. "It's about time he met little Tharion."
"Who?!"
"Shut up and get dressed, silly," Karina patted your chest, and stood up next to Nissa to snap her fingers.
The red blanket, along with the jar of oil and the layer of oil on the three of them, disappeared. Not only that, Karina was now fully dressed and groomed again, as if nothing had happened. Nissa and Lyra also snapped, and now they were fully dressed again as well.
"We'll see you in Glaciora, master," Nissa said, holding Lyra's hand. Then, a swirl of sparkling snowflakes began to envelop them from bottom to top. Seconds later, they disappeared.
"In where?!" you asked again, so confused that you couldn't even move from the bed.
"Honey, get up and get dressed!" Karina urged you. "The sun will soon be setting and my powers won't work here!"
"I'm sorry!" you sat up. "It's just that! I-I! Oh forget it!"
You stood up and hurried to get dressed. You didn't know how to dress warmly, but if you were going where you thought you were going, you'd be perfectly fine with what you were wearing. Ready, you stood next to Karina.
"Look, I'm not going to lie to you," you told her. "I'm terrified."
Karina giggled, took your hand and laced her fingers through yours.
"Why?" she asked. "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you."
"It's just..." you started breathing faster, anxious. "That... you know, thing," you pointed to the floor. "Is it going to take me too? How do you s-"
Karina suddenly shut you up with a sweet kiss on the lips. Yes, blushing cheeks again for you.
"Everything will be okay, I promise," she said, looking into your eyes. "Now shut up and let me do my job."
Karina pointed her finger at the ground and made a small gesture. A few seconds later, that whirlwind you saw in the distance before was now forming around your feet, slow, but increasingly faster, dense and bright. The whirlwind rose up your body, enveloping each of your limbs and then covering you completely. In a reflex you closed your eyes, thinking that some snowflake would get inside you. But that didn't happen, in fact, you felt absolutely nothing more than a tingling sensation all over your body.
And then cold. Intense cold. Accompanied by the sound of the polar breeze and... steam engines in the distance?
"We've arrived, darling," Karina said from beside you, squeezing your hand. "You can open your eyes."
You hesitated to do so, but as soon as you did the last thing you felt was regret.
"What the..." you took a few steps forward, stunned by what your eyes were seeing.
You were standing on top of a snowy hill with some pine trees and grass, and the general passage was filled with tall, rugged mountains, packed with snow on the peaks and slopes. But that wasn't what had you stupefied, but what was in the valley just below the hill you were on.
Calling it a city was a bit of an exaggeration, but the picturesque houses of that beautiful town stretched far into the distance, winding between the mountains. It was a bright, charming place, filled mostly with two-story buildings made of oak wood with plenty of windows, in which you could see men, women, and children living together in a common joy that you knew was due to that time of year. Beautiful. That place was beautiful, and it felt warm, like a home.
"Well... this is where I'm from," Karina said, standing next to you.
"But h-how?" you were still stunned as you looked at every corner of the town.
"You don't expect me to explain how our magic works, do you?" she giggled.
"No, you don't have to," you shook your head. "It's just that... my goodness! This is beautiful!"
"Wait till you take a closer look then," she grabbed your hand again. "Come on, Nissa and Lyra are waiting for us."
The two of you walked down the hill patiently, but you didn't go straight to the town, you took a small detour to the left that led you to a wide plain in the center of which there was an obelisk-like structure right in the middle, at least ten meters tall and made of a crystal that reflected pink and purple lights. Ysara’s Crystal, most surely. Near it were the girls. The first thing Lyra did was make fun of your stupid face as you admired everything, and Nissa just smiled excitedly.
"Hey, before I show you everything do you want to...?" Karina asked.
"Yes," you nodded immediately, not knowing how sure you were of your answer. "Yes, please."
Karina nodded, and led you along with Nissa and Lyra, this time to the town.
The streets were quite different from anything you could have imagined a Christmas elf village to look like. Everyone was dressed in red, yes. But there was no one dressed in a flashy outfit, replete with buttons and all kind of colors. There didn't seem to be a hint of ill intentions on anyone's face either; all the people wore bright, genuine smiles, working in all sorts of places outside of carpentry shops, bakeries, toy stores, or any common job you could find in any other city in the world.
You didn't stop to take a closer look, as you had only one destination for now: Karina's house.
The house turned out to be a small cabin near the foot of one of the mountains. It was definitely meant for just one person, but it looked perfectly cozy and spacious. A fireplace was lit inside.
"Are you ready?" Karina asked you, holding your arm in her hands. You were on the first step of the stairs leading to the door.
"I think so..." you nodded quietly.
"Very well. He's a little shy, so don't worry if he seems scared."
You climbed the stairs, each step feeling like an eternity. Karina knocked a few times on the door, and within a few seconds an older, kind-looking lady, dressed in a long red dress with long flared sleeves, opened it. Behind her, in the center of the room, sat a boy playing with a wooden boat.
Him. Tharion. You couldn't see his face, but his hair was... like yours. Same color.
"Karina, dear!" she greeted, welcoming her with a hug. "You're back! And oh, who is this handsome boy?"
"Grandma, he's..." Karina looked at you, then looked over the lady's shoulder at Tharion.
"Oh!" the lady beamed, visibly happy. "Should I... yeah, I'll go buy some chocolate buns, I'll leave you two with little Tharion!"
The lady walked past the two of you, quickly descending the stairs and grabbing her skirt to quicken her pace into the city.
"Is that your... grandma?"
"Not really, but she raised me since I was little."
"I couldn't even introduce myself properly," you sighed.
"You'll do that later, come on in," she gestured inside.
You did so, hands in your jacket pockets. There were many details inside the cabin that you would have loved to pay attention to, as it was an extremely beautiful place. But your gaze was solely fixed on the child, who couldn't have been more than a year old. Just about the time that...
"Tharion!" Karina called him in a small voice, walking past you to go to the child. "I'm home, sweetheart!"
The child dropped the small wooden boat and raised his arms for Karina to carry him. When she did and turned with the child towards you, you were completely petrified.
He looked just like you.
"Honey... this is Tharion," Karina walked slowly towards you with the child in her arms. "Tharion, he's your father."
Tharion. Your son. With Karina.
Oh... no.
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SPREN NOTES:
Well this is definitely my longest uninterrupted smut scene to date. I think about 80% of the piece is smut lol. Hope you enjoyed it tho, especially this ending that sparked my desire for parenthood lmao.
AND YES, I KNOW IT'S JANUARY 11 ALREADY BUT FOR ME IT'S CHRISTMAS ALL YEAR ROUND.
The clack of heels echoes first. Her voice second.
You glance up. Haseul leans against the chair of an empty desk, blazer opened enough to give your eyes something to wander. In one hand a pair of rimless glasses that she twirls idly, watching you work.
"I am. So are you as usual, boss."
Haseul lets out a soft huff, closing the door with her heel and sauntering in with each step slow, each clack calculated.
"Everyone else is gone," she says, adjusting the strap of her bra and rubbing the back of her neck. "Even you should've taken the chance."
"I had edits to finish," you reply, not even looking away from your monitor. "Didn’t realize how late it got."
"Appreciate the dedication, but you've gotta know when to call it quits for the night. You didn’t even take your lunch break."
Without even looking up, you know what her expression is. "Figured you’d want it done tonight."
You can almost hear her grin, the loud sounds of her heels nearing. "Ever the loyal assistant. But you've been staring at your screen too long. Take a break and relax a bit, even for just a minute. Eyes on me, instead."
Her heels fall with a faint thud right by your chair as Haseul takes a seat at the edge of your desk, giving time to admire how disheveled you look: tie pulled loose, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves all rolled up. She reaches out to undo your tie the rest of the way, slipping it right off to feel the smooth fabric between her fingertips.
"You work too hard, especially when you don't need to," she muses quietly while she tosses the tie away and leans back, stretching her stocking-covered legs before propping her feet right in your lap. "How about you do something else with those hands of yours?"
"What did you have in mind, boss?" you ask, playing dumb like you aren't already rubbing the soles of her feet on instinct, just to feel the silky softness of her stockings.
"No need to be so formal after hours," she murmurs. "But you're smart enough to figure out what I want."
"Maybe I need to be told." You smile—pressing your thumbs into that stocking clad foot a little harder than you intended, earning a sharp exhale from her mouth.
"I’m starting to think you don’t stay late to finish reports,” Haseul says. “You just want to be told you’re doing a good job.”
Her other foot presses into your crotch for added emphasis, toes tracing a deliberate path.
You keep quiet—for now, enjoying the pressure when Haseul teases a little too long.
"Knew it," she says, smile a bit too pleased when she switches feet, rubbing harder, toes pressing deeper. "Always want me to praise you, huh? Want me to tell you you're such a good assistant for me. That you're such a good boy."
The weight of her words does more to make your cock twitch and strain in your pants more than her feet ever will. Even then she doesn't stop, rubbing harder, using her toes to tease along your growing bulge.
"Don't go all shy on me now. You can't lie to me, and neither can this cock—look how hard it's getting. I bet I could make you cum in no time."
Haseul's coy smile and the fact she's not wrong makes this all worth it, eyes locked and clutching the edge when her foot applies the right pressure, doling out friction to get that cock what it desires most.
"F-fine you're not wrong, I want that," you manage, unable to turn away from how her silky feet stroke your aching erection through your pants, toes massaging the tip to make you fall apart.
"What else do you want, darling?" she purrs, biting her bottom lip.
You hesitate, because you can't even look Haseul in the eye, her legs so alluring and addicting to look at, to keep staring at even as she continues teasing your cock almost to the breaking point.
"Words," she insists, removing her feet so you can focus on what you really need.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Haseul just shakes her head, laughing all soft and sweet. "Of course it is, sweetie. But I wanna hear it from you. Be a good boy and say exactly what you want from me."
Fuck.
The mere thought of having her control you like this, so you'll crave her praise and commands, all your thoughts and filthy fantasies about to spill by the one woman who deserves them most.
You can't hold your words back any longer—you break.
"Want you—want to fuck my boss with your clothes ripped off, stockings still on while I pound you over your desk. Want my head between your thighs while you tell me what a good job I'm doing. Want my mouth on your tits, want—"
Haseul nods, stretching her foot out right in front of your lips so you'll get the message. And loud and clear, you get it: to shut the fuck up and kiss. "Getting a little greedy now, aren't we? You were so shy before, and now you can't stop babbling about me. So one thing at a time. Keep that mouth worshiping my feet and we'll see what I let you do after."
Your lips quickly descend on the arch of her foot, giving a tender kiss through the fabric to start. Her soft hum of approval lets you know the next step, holding her ankle as you pepper over every inch, the ball of her foot, over her sole, all over her painted toes.
"Look at you, so good at obeying me. So good at following what you're told to do." Haseul smiles, loving how eager you are to satisfy her commanding words. "Is this where I praise you some more? Kissing my feet after saying how desperately you wanna fuck me?"
"Please," is the only word you can reply with, placing another kiss onto her other foot, up the length, not missing a single spot. "Would make it better, boss."
She glares, though her gaze never drifts from your work. "I knew you wouldn't stop calling me that. Not even when I tell you not to. Maybe that's for the best... that's how I know you'll be obedient and listen to everything."
"Of course, boss," you answer quickly, not daring to lose momentum when your lips press again into those stocking-covered toes.
"Then your first task is simple—shut down your computer, and you're not allowed to do any more work after hours. From here on, all your attention is mine."
"Yes, boss."
"Good. And when you've taken care of that, follow me into my office. Got some reports to review."
"But I thought you said no more—"
"Don't ask questions. Do what you’re told. And don't leave me waiting."
Haseul grabs your chin and pulls you up for a quick, lust-filled kiss. She knows that'll leave you a bit more agreeable, a little distracted enough to stare right back when she picks up her heels and struts back to her office, hips swaying as she disappears from sight.
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Haseul is right there when you step into her office, leaning against her desk, blazer abandoned, still barefoot. Without a word, she crooks a finger, beckoning you closer.
"Close the door. Don't lock it," she instructs, which you don't question.
When you turn back, she's undoing the top buttons of her blouse, letting her cleavage show enough for you to wager a guess on the size of her breasts.
"What should I let my lovely assistant do first? Worship me more? Suck my tits? Fuck me? So many options. So many choices." Haseul looks straight ahead, folding her arms. "What to choose..."
The moment of silence is fucking unbearable. You ache to just get closer, but your body won't obey—but she doesn't say a word, the moment lingering, waiting for orders, cock still straining inside your pants.
"You'll really do anything I tell you, won't you?" Haseul asks, smile all smug and seductive. "Whatever your boss asks for?"
You nod. "Absolutely."
"Good—then lose the shirt. The rest stays on, for now."
With your hands shaking ever so slightly, your fingers start undoing the buttons, feeling a little too self conscious of yourself. Haseul makes her way over to the executive chair behind her desk, sitting down so casually and crossing a leg over the other while she watches you undress.
"Keep going. All the way off, let me get a good look. Take it all in."
You take a deep breath as your shirt slips from your shoulders, her eyes focused as ever as she admires your bare chest, roaming your body all for her satisfaction.
"Hmm, not bad. But maybe a little less time at the office and more time in the gym would help." You're not sure if that's supposed to be a compliment or insult, so you just stand still while Haseul stares you down, like you’re nothing but an object to drool over.
"So far, you've followed everything I told you to do. Without a single complaint. Which I guess means I should give you something for a reward. Get over here. On your knees.”
You're by her side in an instant, dropping to your knees right in front, ready to oblige whatever she insists on. Before you get another word out, she uncrosses her legs and parts them wide enough for you to get a good look at her panties beneath her tight black skirt. Your gaze lingers, shamelessly staring at this view offered up for your eyes alone.
"In case you ever wanted to know what color underwear your boss wears. Now you know. Today they're red. Yesterday was white. But I usually don't wear bright colors. Depends on the day and how I feel," she says and ruffles your hair with a smile, at how you can't help but stare when her thighs part even wider for you to see a little more.
"Maybe tomorrow it'll be purple. Maybe tomorrow there won't be any. Now if you don't mind—do I need to explain the rest?”
“No, of course not, boss," you answer fast before slipping both hands up her thighs, trying to not show your impatience, tugging the lacy material down inch by inch at a painstakingly slow pace.
"Good at writing reports. Let's see what else you're good at," she replies, adding a little lift of the hips to help, giggling as you slide her red panties down the length of her legs, and toss them aside to admire her pussy. Shaved smooth, slick from arousal, beautiful—just as expected.
"Go ahead. Eat me out when you're done staring. Know you're just dying for a taste."
You'll need a fucking lifetime to admire her mouthwatering cunt, but that's not your priority with her bare slit calling you, all that wetness ready to be licked clean. So after one last glance, you dive face first into her thighs, hearing her moan when your tongue makes contact with her sensitive folds, starting from the very bottom and licking a slow, upward trail right to her clit.
"God—again," she demands, letting out a pleased sigh, and you indulge her every command, the flat of your tongue stroking her wet slit over and over, each pass making her squirm a little more. Her grip tenses into your hair, making sure you keep licking, doing exactly what you're told.
"Perfect," she breathes out, fingers tangling in your hair tighter. "You're good at that—good at working hard and so good at eating my cunt. Couldn't ask for a better assistant."
You say nothing and drag your tongue through her wet folds, closing your lips over her clit to make her back arch into the leather chair, head thrown back from pleasure.
"You knew better not to waste time on teasing—now don't you dare fucking stop," Haseul tells you, sighing as her hands keep tugging, her thighs squeezing to keep your face right in between. "Eat my pussy like your life depends on it. That's what a good boy does for his boss, isn't it?
All you can answer is with another slurp of her clit—and fuck, her taste is overwhelming, making you absolutely devour that juicy pussy that drips with every flick. Your tongue works so desperately between her legs, wanting to feel that silky fabric brush across your face over and over, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent as much as possible.
"How often have you thought of this? Your boss trapping your face right between my thighs, squeezing nice and tight so you can't even breathe? Make you go crazy for my pussy?"
Haseul adds more pressure with every passing moment, the feel of those stocking covered thighs so warm against your cheeks, borderline suffocating you until all you can do is lick and breathe her in. "Tell me, is it everything you thought it would be?"
All you can do is let out a weak nod when your lips suck greedily on that clit, latching on for as long as her grip lets you, muffling a sound that doesn't resemble anything near a real word. But Haseul doesn't seem to mind, smiling through how fucking good your tongue feels, moving her hips to ride your face as best as she can.
"Fuck, that feels so good—I could stay here forever with your mouth on me. I think you deserve another reward," she groans, letting her hips circle to coat more of herself across your face. Haseul lets that harsh grip go for a moment, so she can pull her top down lower, enough to expose those perfect tits with pretty nipples already nice and stiff. "Maybe if you're really good and make me cum, your boss will let you play with these. You wanted this, so make it count."
Her fingers tighten back in your hair, shoving you harder against her cunt, your tongue now working overtime with every frantic flick.
The way her bare breasts move has you double down, finding new ways to devour such a delicious treat in front of you as you stare up. The shape of them, so supple that you imagine squeezing and playing with, what they would feel like under your fingertips.
"Don't get too distracted. You can suck my tits later, but I told you to eat my cunt," Haseul reprimands, when her nails drag across your scalp, as a warning for you to keep your head where it should be. "Making me cum should be your top priority now."
She holds your gaze, like she wants to test you, to see if you'll actually follow through, on the impossible task of keeping focus between those delicious thighs and not the sight of her amazing tits.
"There you go," she sighs, once you start slurping on her clit without any regard, your face pushed hard enough against her dripping slit that it becomes a challenge to breathe, especially with her thighs squeezing your head. "This is what you always wanted, isn't it? Smothering you with my thighs—holding your head right in place, nice and steady until my cunt is soaked all over that cute face? Be careful, because I could really get used to this."
So could you, god could you, drinking in as much of Haseul's juices as possible, tongue lapping quicker while those stockings that cling to your face get wetter.
"Shit, that's so good, go ahead and make me cum. So when I let you fuck me, it'll be even better. Be a good boy so I can make a mess all over that face."
You nod, nose buried in her wetness, tongue tracing over her sensitive clit, sucking eagerly to help her over the edge.
"Yes, yes—shit, right there, keep your mouth on my clit," she moans, legs locking tight, her entire body twitching, lost to the pleasure that courses through her body. "Don't you fucking dare move from there—"
You wouldn't dream of it, lips slurping so obscenely over that swollen nub, your mouth so insatiable it drives you both insane. There's no better taste than this, no better view than seeing your boss so lost in bliss, with your tongue bringing her right there. Her fingers dig deep into your skull, writhing as you keep your lips latched, thighs pinning your face so her slick cunt can drench the entire surface.
"Shit—shit, I'm gonna cum!"
And when she does, with her moans echoing through her office, it's fucking divine. Her climax rips through her entire body with ease. Watching that face contort in pleasure, watching your boss cum for the very first time while her thighs continue clamping down tight around your face, cumming all over you with zero concern.
You don't even care that you can't breathe, or that your cock is aching and your pants feel too goddamn tight. You want nothing more but to drink in every second, every detail, her cunt gushing against your mouth, thighs shaking, voice breaking.
"God, you're fucking amazing," Haseul sighs with content as she lets her thighs ease up and slip back open, breathing hard to try to calm the trembling. "There's no way I'm not letting you do that again. I'll give you a fucking promotion just so I can cum like that again."
"Happy to be of service, boss," you reply with a smug grin, wiping a bit of her wetness from your cheek.
"What happened to the shy version of you? Well, you go down on a girl like that, you deserve some confidence." Haseul uses a thumb to swipe away more slick from the corner of your lips and brings it up to her own mouth. "Now, how about we do something about those tight pants?"
Before you can even think, she's pulling you up to your feet. While you're getting your footing, she's on the attack, hands yanking down your pants, boxers following suit. Your cock springs free, throbbing in the air and now Haseul is the one shamelessly staring when her hand wraps around the shaft to stroke gently.
"Not bad…" Haseul replies after admiring your cock for a moment. "Quite impressive. A lot more to you than I was expecting."
You don't exactly know how to respond to your boss drooling over your cock, but you'll take the compliment. With every soft pump of her hand you're moaning more than you'd like, her pace agonizingly slow, made even worse when her thumb runs over the underside.
"Now—I know I said I'd let you fuck me over the desk. But as you can see, it's kind of a mess. So many reports. Pretty sure yours are here somewhere. And I like a clean desk, no matter the situation."
When Haseul gets up and pushes her chair away from her desk, she slides her skirt off her hips and kicks it aside, quickly undoing more buttons of her blouse. In a flash, the entire upper half of her outfit comes off and gets tossed beside her skirt, leaving her in only those delicious black stockings.
"So, if you want, you can just fuck my thighs instead. Would you like that?"
The words nearly cause your legs to buckle at how blunt they are—Haseul acting as though her suggestion was the most casual thing in the world. Like the idea of squeezing your cock between those perfect thighs is just as normal as asking for coffee. God, she's naked, and even with her tits out, that cunt dripping, her thighs are all you can look at.
"My thighs—" Haseul repeats, spinning around so you get the message loud and clear as she starts running her fingers up and down. "I'm offering you a chance to slide your cock between my thighs, is that something that interests you?"
You'd be an absolute idiot not to say yes.
"Fuck, y-yeah, I'd love that. Yes, definitely. I'd love that, boss."
"That's what I thought. Let's see how it fits then. Get over here and guide that thick cock right in."
Without any hesitation, you rush closer and close the distance with your boss standing in front, naked and stocking clad, not a thing else besides. Not even a thought to the implications of it happening or what it could mean later. Not even the slightest conflict when you have those silky, stocking covered thighs ready and eager, all you care about is sliding right in.
So that's exactly what you do.
Haseul grabs the desk when your cock slides between her smooth, tantalizing thighs. Her skin is so soft even through the fabric, your slick head immediately gravitating right in that space, pushing inside until you're fucking against the warm flesh. You savor the feeling of how those thick thighs squeeze and hug you perfectly, closing tight to trap when you start thrusting without restraint, sighing when you can see the effect it has on both of you.
Haseul groans, fingernails digging into the wooden table to hold on for leverage. "That's a good boy. God, can't believe how hard you're already fucking them, I can feel you throbbing between. Faster—fuck faster, give those thighs what you deserve."
"They feel so good, boss," you gasp out, digging fingers into her wide hips for something to keep balance, for the right amount of resistance and tightness. All that wetness still present on her stockings makes it feel even better, sliding in and out that velvety friction.
"As they should. Go on and fuck them faster, let your cock go crazy between them."
She can feel as you move with pure force, not a single worry when you start bucking your hips faster into those heavenly thighs, craving the intensity, the urge to cum when her juicy ass bounces with each thrust.
It's almost this torturous tease, so warm and soft, yet you know what would feel even better. Something you can't have this moment. Haseul feels incredible like this, and god, you could blow just with the pressure building. How tightly she's able to squeeze together—the way those stockings slide up the full length of your cock, catching on the head when she even flexes the muscles beneath.
"Driving me insane, fuck—these thighs. Nothing has ever felt this good."
Haseul tilts her head back. "And you haven't even gotten a chance to be inside me yet," she says, as the head of your cock disappears into her thighs, teasing her clit when the whole thing rams between her flesh. "Just think of this as an appetizer. A little bonus for being such a good worker. Now have fun with them, use my thighs to empty your balls."
That's exactly what you'll do, letting the build-up continue, the urge that's just on the edge of breaking, practically begging for a release.
"Y-yes, boss, god, they're so soft—love fucking them," you blurt out as your hips go faster, to fuck that incredible pair of thighs the best you can muster. The moment you look back and see the rest of Haseul's naked body on display, watching the muscles move and flexing each time you move in between, it's hard to not imagine being inside. But you shift your focus and keep using those thighs to full advantage, not wasting the opportunity in front of you.
"That's a good boy. Nice and hard—keep using those thighs to empty yourself. I love hearing you moan, love how desperate you must be to cum."
All you can do is keep pumping, in and out, the friction intense, unforgettable. Haseul's skin is even softer than you thought, like absolute heaven with your cock trapped right in between. Your breath is starting to deepen, the warmth from her thighs getting you dangerously close.
"Close—so fucking close."
You can hardly imagine anything that'll even remotely compare—thinking of all the times you've stared at them during meetings, how much your eyes wandered and craved, only to end up like this, about to paint those dark stockings a creamy white.
But then the realization hits you.
"B-boss, wait—the reports."
You can hear the annoyance in Haseul's voice. "The ones you're always late turning in? Fuck the reports. Let it out. Cum all over my thighs. That's an order."
If you were in your right mind you wouldn't dare. But she's not giving you a chance. Those hips you're holding onto for dear life, those thick, fuckable thighs driving you further toward the edge. And then she squeezes, traps you so perfectly that you lose the final bit of composure you had. You moan a string of curses, the sounds of the word 'boss' when you finally release between her thighs, shooting a messy load over her smooth stockings, cum running down the material and all over her fancy desk.
"That's my good assistant," Haseul sighs with a smile, happy with the mess, happy with the outcome. "Love feeling you throb so much when you cum."
You try to catch your breath, riding out the end of your orgasm, fingers still tight around her hips and your cock twitching for what's left.
"Would you look at that—all over the reports," Haseul says, giggling when she looks at the thick streaks all over the desk. She's not worried though, not angry, simply proud to have a cum stained desk and ruined stockings for a visual reminder. "Guess everyone is working overtime."
"S-sorry, boss, couldn't hold back," you reply as Haseul spins around and faces you, your cock slipping out so you can view the damage yourself.
"Don't you dare be sorry. You did exactly what I told you to do and not a moment sooner. If there's anyone to blame, that's me," she replies, as you glance down at those stockings completely ruined, how her thighs glisten from the sticky mess that's dripping down.
You have little to say in return, collapsing back into her chair with a sigh as you're overcome with exhaustion.
"But that does mean you owe me new stockings. The same pair should do—your cum looks so good all over them.”
"Whatever you say, boss," you answer while slumped over in the chair. You're still recovering, both from how hard you just came, and that any of this happened to begin with. It's been a night of fantasies finally fulfilled, and there's still a little bit of worry over whether any of this will bite you back. But hard to care when your boss is right here, all naked, thighs covered in cum with that smile that will never get old.
"We aren't finished yet though," she says, hoisting herself up on the edge of her messy desk with a bounce. Legs spread wide for your viewing, displaying all her best parts like a centerpiece. "I was promised a hard fuck. So rest up, and then you're coming home with me. I'll even buy you dinner. You must be starving."
"In more ways than one.” With whatever leftover energy you have, you sit back and admire the view, implications be damned. This is probably your first taste of many. You're hungry and getting ready for more.
And Haseul looks quite ready herself.
Back at her place, you waste no time with small talk or going through any formalities. As soon as that door is shut, you're already kissing her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume while stumbling further into her place. It's more luxurious than expected, large and lavish with a balcony that overlooks the city, but you don't get much more time to appreciate it when Haseul presses your back against a nearby wall, claiming your lips in a ravenous kiss.
"Nice place," you mutter between her lips, as your hands start exploring the skin under that blouse, grazing up until she gets frustrated enough and removes it, letting you see the rest of that lacy red bra underneath.
"Thanks. Decorated it myself," she breathes out and attacks your mouth again, this time biting and sucking your lip for a moment. "I'll give you the quick tour. Living room, kitchen over there, balcony, and right this way—"
She pulls you away from the wall, heels abandoned along the way, tugging you towards the stairwell while you're busy staring at her ass bounce in that tight skirt.
"This is where you'll be staying tonight and fucking me senseless," Haseul says once you reach the top, her grip never loosening as you head inside the bedroom. You hardly have time to take a look around at the large windows and sleek decor, before she shoves you toward her bed until you fall backwards on your ass.
"So get comfortable. You have a long night ahead of you, after all."
"Looking forward to it, boss," you reply and lean back, supporting yourself on both hands as Haseul approaches the edge. She stops once she's towering right over, only for both hands to cup either side of your face.
"You are not allowed to call me 'boss' in here. We're not at work, this isn't the office. And you're not getting special favors by saying that," Haseul says while caressing your face, with a flirty little smile that goes right through you.
"Understood."
"At work, it's boss. In private, it's mommy," she clarifies before giving the lightest peck on your cheek. "Got that?"
When she asks a question like that, the response is obvious, especially when your eyes are still feasting on the exposed parts of her body. "Yes—mommy."
"That's my good boy. Now how about we take off those clothes while I freshen up a bit?"
It's only then when she releases her touch that she turns and heads for the bathroom. But you don't let the moment go to waste—shedding clothes off your body quicker than you can think. By the time the door shuts, you're there, naked on her spacious bed, spread out in anticipation.
And you don't wait long. The water turns off, the door opens, with Haseul, a fresh face and cherry red lips, wrapped in a silk bathrobe, hair cascading over her shoulders.
"My my, aren't you eager," she observes while approaching the edge of the bed, fingers ghosting over the sash of the robe. It takes everything to not lunge forward and toss her on top, ripping that delicate material to shreds. But patience is your best weapon here, even when a feast like Haseul is inches away.
"What can I say, you make it easy—mommy."
At that, her smile turns wide as she unties the robe. "You remembered the rules already, I'm impressed. That means good boys get a reward, no matter how impatient they are. First, the robe comes off, second..."
Just like that, it falls in a heap to the floor, exposing a bare Haseul with nothing on but a black necktie loosely fastened around her neck. It's nearly identical to the one you've seen her wear everyday, and without anything else there on her body, the thoughts run rampant.
"Second is you get a face full of tits, so come over here with that pretty mouth of yours."
Not that you need to be told twice. As soon as your feet hit the ground, Haseul's tight, naked body is right on your lap, straddling those sexy thighs around you, while your mouth dives right in, sucking on a pretty nipple the moment those breasts fill your view.
"Ah, there we go," she gasps, a light giggle on her lips, fingers already playing with strands of your hair as you slurp hard, alternating between the right and left until her nipples are slippery and stiff.
“So good, mommy, they taste so good, fuck—“
"Hungry boy—must have been hard seeing my tits for the first time and not being able to touch them. Luckily, I don't need to worry about that now."
Haseul holds the back of your head with care and pushes you deeper into her cleavage, smothering you with all this delicious soft flesh as she watches you devour, how desperately you suckle and worship. You're relentless, needing your fix after those long hours at work, gazing with so much need to finally have those tits in your mouth that you might never let up.
"Have all you want—fuck, use that mouth, suck these tits just like that. Let mommy know how much you needed them."
The moan you release while her perfect breasts squish against your face is more than proof. It's that weight alone, how amazing her tits feel in the palm of your hand, made even better when they fill your mouth.
"Such a cute boy when you get all greedy," Haseul praises, keeping you close against her chest as your mouth does more of the talking.
Her head tilts back, basking in the euphoria while your tongue takes a quick swipe, lapping circles over each nipple before sealing around and sucking with such fervor. You take everything from her that you can, leaving behind a glossy layer of spit across both stiff nipples that only makes you needier.
"God, I love your tits so much," you mumble and keep lavishing her, savoring all that's been fantasized ever since seeing her wear such tight shirts in the office. And it's so surreal now, finally having them in the palm of your hands, drooling over them like you'll never get enough.
"Of course you do," Haseul replies, gasping softly when the pressure of your lips increases, taking another moment to appreciate the view of her tits shining with your spit, tongue running a few slow laps up each. "Keep doing that for as long as you want."
So you stay there, lapping and licking, your mouth staying so ravenous as you don’t let a single part stay neglected. Haseul sighs in pleasure as her hands run slowly through your hair, making sure you hear the sounds, telling you that your tongue is doing exactly what it needs to.
"Mommy—" you gasp out after a harsh suck on each slippery nipple, having pulled your mouth away from them as you catch a breath.
"What do you need, baby? Had your fill yet, or have my tits already turned you into a needy little mess?"
She already knows the answer, because it's painfully fucking obvious from the erection pressing against her ass. But she wants to hear you say it, those big eyes full of warmth and lust and so much more.
"Come on. Tell me what you want. Be a good boy and say what that dirty mind of yours is thinking."
Before your reply comes, there's this slight shyness overtaking the desperation, a little hesitation in your voice. "W-want—"
"Go on," Haseul encourages, her luscious tits looking so appetizing up close, practically taunting. "You know mommy won't say no to a request when you ask so nicely."
"Want you—want to fuck you, mommy, want to feel all of you. I wanna be inside you."
Haseul smiles with how desperate you sound, how clearly you want it. "You already know my answer is yes. But if you want me to ride your thick cock the way you've been dreaming, you're gonna have to lose that shyness. You were so aggressive with my tits, and now you're stuttering over wanting your cock in me?"
When she phrases it like that out loud, it sounds absurd. So you shed all that embarrassment in an instant and clear that up right away. "Fucking want you, want my cock in your cunt so bad, god, can't stop thinking about it.
"Mmm, that's better," Haseul coos, kissing the side of your jaw as she lifts herself up and leaves the comfort of your lap.
"Move up a little, closer toward the headboard. There’s that gleam in her eye that reminds you that you have no power here. No matter how needy or aroused she's made you, she's the boss—quite figuratively and literally. You'll obey without any question, quickly repositioning yourself up higher on the bed while she follows.
"Good boy."
She's quick to join, grabbing the necktie around her neck that she brought and slides it between her teeth, holding it while crawling up between your thighs. It's so mesmerizing to watch, how her tits bounce with every move, until the weight of her body crashes nicely on top.
And she stays there, hands roaming your body in silence, fingers dancing around your chest, taking time to explore every single inch of skin available. There's nothing but this sweetness in her eyes, though something of a devilish intent brewing underneath the surface. Her fingers trace the side of your face, trailing along your neck, until she finds your wrists and grabs them both, using that tie to wrap them together, lifting them over your head and out of the way.
"There we go. Can't have you being too greedy again. If you can break free, you're more than welcome. Didn't make it too difficult. Just want to test how badly you want me, if you'll listen like a good boy and follow whatever order I give."
"Anything—" is your immediate response, all desperate and frantic while she keeps on teasing, touching you everywhere she can. Fingers trail down your body, down your chest, grazing lower until closing around your cock, but barely stroking you in a tight fist.
"If you do as I ask, I'll make sure you cum nice and deep inside. So deep, you'll still feel it tomorrow morning."
With her knees pressed on either side of your thighs, Haseul finds leverage, already positioning her slick pussy at the very tip of your length, coating her folds around the throbbing tip.
"First order of business…"
She pauses, holding your cock in her grip and hovering her wet cunt just above. "No looking away, not even for a moment. I want you to watch everything that's about to happen. Watch me ride your cock, watch my tits bounce in your face."
Not exactly the most difficult challenge, yet with the weight of her on top, teasing your cock with her slick folds, you're already fighting a losing battle. But with a single look, her hips lower, and Haseul sinks down, enveloping you in that intense wet heat.
"Fuck, baby, that cock feels too good—" she moans out while easing further down, eyes shutting to relish the feeling of your length, how you're stretching her in the most beautiful way. "Feels so, so good inside, so fucking big, so fucking full."
Haseul lifts up, inch by slow inch, letting you see the wetness already on your cock before dropping back down, harder this time. She's so fucking warm and tight, pulling you right into her cunt, clenching around everything in an instant once the whole thing disappears, every inch buried inside.
And all you can do is watch. Watch her hips rise, her thighs slam down, that pussy swallowing your cock back into that intoxicating heat. Watch as her lips part, head tilted back with her hands on your chest to hold steady as she impales herself. Nothing to do but watch the way her tits bounce with each rock of her hips, how powerful those thighs can get.
"Did I fuck you speechless already? Just because I said to watch doesn't mean I want you silent," she says a moment later, nails digging in your chest, sinking so deep that your cock has no choice but to twitch inside.
"S-sorry, a little distracted by how tight your cunt is. How good those tits look, bouncing all over the place."
"Oh, that's a wonderful excuse," Haseul replies, slamming those hips down extra hard when she finds the right spot, with a gasp that causes more of her hair to fall all over the place. "But mommy wants you to tell me how good everything feels. Tell me how many times you've jerked off just thinking of having your cock inside me. How many times have you had to hide in a bathroom because I bent over in front of the printer?"
"S-so many times. Fuck, god so fucking many times," you groan, words faltering as she picks up the pace, eyes glued to the motion of those bouncing tits that get even more frantic. "Those tiny skirts you always wear, those sheer tops and low cut blouses, and how good you smell whenever you get so close."
Haseul sits up a bit higher, leaning back into a squat so she can reach behind and grab hold of your thighs to get a better angle, hitting even deeper than before.
"Naughty boy—getting off in the office when you're supposed to be working. Imagining me bent over the copy machine with my panties around my ankles? Is that it? Is that why your reports are always late, because you're too busy touching yourself in the bathroom to actually finish them?"
It feels far too easy for her to read you, because yes, the last part isn't a stretch at all. "Yeah—yeah, fuck, so many times, in the bathroom, right before I head to your office. Thinking about you on your desk, shirt ripped open with your tits out and my cock between them. Or you under the table during a meeting sucking my cock."
"Mhm, go on, my little pervert," Haseul murmurs out while leaning back more, utterly proud to know those kinds of depraved secrets, smiling wide and giving a few small giggles. "Tell me everything else you've ever fantasized about."
It's so hard to not lose all focus, but her pussy is so warm, so tight around your length and doesn't look like it'll let go. How the fuck are you supposed to say anything coherent when a woman like Haseul is fucking you this well?
But the more her wet cunt holds and grips every inch of your dick, the easier the words fall.
"Fucking you in the conference room. The one with that huge window and comfy chairs and the huge table. You flat on your back, skirt pushed up, your legs in those sexy stockings and heels over my shoulders."
"You really love me in stockings, don't you? You're just obsessed."
Haseul takes your silence for a yes—allowing you to become fixated with the sight, how her tits sway, how her walls clamp down harder, everything perfect as she fucks you.
"Can't help how they make my legs good, and apparently make your cock hard," she notes, slowing her hips to a complete stop as she pulls her wet cunt away, revealing all that's leaked and dripped down your cock. "Look at that mess—and we're just getting started, darling."
With that, your cock left swollen and hard in the emptiness of her cunt, Haseul finds great pleasure in grinding her wet pussy lips all along your cock. Slowly, sliding back and forth in such a torturous way.
"Always wearing those fucking stockings to rile me up during work, aren't you? Letting your skirt rise up in the elevator a little too high. A few too many buttons undone, a shirt that's a little too see-through," you utter with such annoyance as her sopping cunt rubs across every single inch, covering your hard length in her slick juices.
"Oh, you finally figured it out," Haseul replies with a coy smile, still rubbing her wet pussy all across, watching your hard dick throb and twitch with need. "You work so much overtime for me, I thought the least I can do is make it all worth it. And it's not like we can actually do any of those things you fantasize in the office when everyone is around."
"Blaming me for not finishing all of my work when you've been trying to fuck me this whole time," you return as Haseul grabs your cock again, raising her ass and positioning herself at the tip.
"Says the guy who just admitted jerking off in the bathroom at work when he's supposed to be writing a proposal."
Before anything else can be said, Haseul lets the only answer be her drenched little cunt as she sinks back down on your cock, filling herself so nicely to the hilt.
"For the record, the office was off-limits, especially for sex. It'd be scandalous if word got out that a boss was banging one of her employees. Especially a subordinate."
"I literally fucked your thighs and came all over your desk. That cum is still there, on your reports and the folders and—"
"That doesn't count as sex. You weren't even inside me, you little smart ass," she corrects, playing dumb when she's clearly the one breaking her own rules.
"So you don't want me to bend you over the copy machine next time and fuck your cunt hard after our weekly meeting?"
Haseul has no real counter to that but her thighs working harder and those wide hips slamming faster against your body without a trace of hesitation. "Of course I want you to do that. But I'm not risking my reputation by letting anyone suspect we're fucking. That would be such a messy scandal if anyone ever found out."
You can't help but laugh at her attempt of giving any sort of justification, but it ends with her gasping as she plants her hands firmly on your chest, fingers teasing your nipples the closer you're getting, knowing it'll end with your cock exploding inside.
"You'd look so fucking good bent the copy machine though," you keep going, following orders while admiring every inch of her, how sweat glistens on her body and her perfect, pale tits in front of your face. "Skirt yanked around your tiny waist, ass sticking out—telling me how much you love my cock over and over while I pound it deep in your cunt until the paper gets jammed like it always does."
Haseul pauses at her descent, cheeks starting to turn a shade of crimson, the first break in her demeanor tonight, where she tries not to look too flushed at the things you're saying.
"Listen here—" she tries to object, voice faltering as those hips speed up to prove something that she's clearly failing to. "If anyone is fucking anyone here—it'll be me. Me on top while you beg to cum in my pussy, you don't call the shots here. Don't let yourself think you've won by turning the tables."
It's so cute when she tries to assert her authority, crumbling the instant those fantasies spill out.
"Whatever you say. Boss."
That glare comes quickly, difficult to decipher whether or not it's genuine anger or not. "What did I say about that word outside of work?"
"Not allowed. Sorry, mommy."
You're not the least bit. But you've found a weakness, one you fully intend to exploit to your full advantage. So Haseul resumes what she started, fucking you hard, sending you both closer to the edge. The filthy sounds of her cunt taking all you have, how wet it feels, that grip that has no business feeling this good, that puts you right back on the verge of losing it all.
"Your cock—oh, god, fucking love that big cock." Haseul keeps moving, her pace furious, body shaking from how badly she's on the verge herself.
"Please, mommy, you're going to make me cum already," you warn, lost in the intensity of her eyes, how much lust fills them and sends your mind a blank.
"Are you now? My pussy must feel that good if you're not lasting as long as I expected," she teases with that stupid cute giggle, breasts bouncing a little harder, sweat dripping down the valley between.
"Y-yeah, feels too fucking good," you groan, that slick and sopping mess impaling against her cunt that makes everything even better.
"Then let's have you make an even bigger mess, hm?"
In one motion, she reaches toward your restrained wrists and loosens the tie around them. Not a moment wasted before grabbing two big handfuls of her bouncing breasts, squeezing them as best you can, drooling over the view as she keeps her relentless pace.
As if she couldn't ride any faster than before. Those strong, thick thighs driving down with no relent and crashing hard, ass colliding with your body, sweat dripping down everywhere, and the inevitable finish edging ever closer.
"That's better, play with my tits. Help mommy milk your cock, squeeze them, god—I'm gonna cum too," she whines out in an adorable voice, face red and breathing heavily as you sink your fingers into flesh.
It's the little pinch of her nipples that does Haseul in—that gets her soaking wet cunt violently spasming around every thick inch of your cock, squeezing so hard that her whole body trembles in your lap. All it does is make her nails scratch your chest a little too hard, biting her lip, trying to keep her moans at bay while the orgasm washes over and hits with even stronger force than you're prepared for.
But before she's even done, you're sliding down to squeeze her ass, slamming inside her cunt with all you can give in that last push, those violent clenches refusing to let up. You can't take any more, not with her hot cunt still contracting around your cock, swallowing you deeper, convulsing wildly when you bury in one last time and let go.
Spurt after spurt fills her pussy deep, draining everything until your balls are empty, cock desperately twitching, breath shaky while filling Haseul to the brim. You've got her tits in your hands while you throb and groan so shamelessly, her cunt wringing everything all out, wanting to be as full as can be.
She's not remotely close to recovering, but those hips refuse to relent, wanting your cum all nice and deep within her. Her ass just keeps bouncing, keeping that cum spilling into her in thick, endless streams.
"Pumped mommy so full of cum. That's what a good boy does, isn't it? Came so much, fuck," she groans, rolling her hips a little slower, breaths slower with her head falling forward to plant a few sloppy kisses on your chest.
With a tired, yet pleased expression, the rest of Haseul's energy goes into lifting her hips enough that all your cum leaks out with nothing else stopping it. So goddamn beautiful.
"Look at that. Isn't that a sight you've dreamed of? First time you get to fuck your boss and you blow a load this huge. So good—" she praises while her messy folds stroke your tired cock, slowly like she can get even more from you. "And still so fucking hard…"
Your breath hasn't quite caught up, but that doesn't matter when Haseul pulls you back into her chest, holding your head between so you can suck on those delicious tits all over again, the taste of sweat making them all the sweeter.
"If only you wrote reports as well as you suck my tits," Haseul teases while stroking a hand through your hair.
"Then maybe you should just count this as the report instead..."
Haseul just laughs at that, letting out a little moan as you take a little extra roughness, teeth sinking gently into her nipple. "Watch it. Just because we're fucking doesn't mean I'm giving you special treatment now."
But you ignore that. Because all the focus and concentration has already gone straight back to sucking those hard nipples in your mouth, refusing to lift your lips away as she plays with your messy hair.
"So no skipping meetings either?"
"Absolutely none of that. But I might not be against you stopping in my office on your way out sometimes, if I happen to need something."
"Understood. Whenever you need a quick fuck, I'm the one for the job," you reply without a moment of thought. Haseul only glares.
"What did I say about fucking in the workplace? That's off-limits. But if I need a little pick me up in the afternoon, maybe you can eat me out under my desk. During those god awful business calls I hate listening to."
"Yes, whatever you need, mommy."
"Not sure what I've created over here... but I think I'm going to enjoy it."
"So does that mean a pay raise? Or at least a promotion."
Haseul shakes her head in disbelief. "Blowing a load inside your boss wasn't enough of a bonus? You greedy little thing."
Before you can say anything else, she shoves you back and stands up, your cum still clinging to the inside of her thighs. "Come with me, assistant. We're going to continue this in the shower. If you're good, you can fuck me up against the wall and maybe I'll ignore the next time your reports are late."
Nothing more to do than follow behind her swaying hips as she leads the way towards the shower.
The next day at work is quiet, at first.
You get in early—looking your best, trying to be composed, professional as can be. A brand new shirt, slacks ironed, polished shoes, hair a bit neater than usual. Your tie feels a little tighter around your neck when you slip it on, still remembering the way your hands were bound up last night. The bite marks on your neck still visible, scratches on your back still fresh, each one bringing back a perfect memory, legs locked around your waist while you held your boss up on the edge of the sink.
The elevator ride feels especially long. Especially when the doors open, and you're greeted by a pair of red stilettos, a set of stockings with black lacy patterns that can only belong to one person—Haseul.
"Morning," she says, head tucked down, not even sending a glance your way as she enters and heads to the opposite side where you’re standing.
"Good morning, boss."
Her eyes still don't turn, still refusing to look your way as the sounds of each floor ding away, the only thing interrupting the silence. "Sleep well?"
"Better than ever. Out like a light. Best sleep I've had in weeks."
Haseul can't help but sneak a side glance and laugh at that. "Good to hear. You're gonna need the energy. Plenty of work to be done today."
You stay silent. Haseul breaks it. "Maybe looking at overtime tonight more than likely. I'll discuss it in detail during the meeting."
Another long silence fills the elevator, until your floor arrives and the doors finally part. Only then does Haseul look back and gaze right into your eyes. "And fix your collar. Can still see the marks I left on you."
Just like that, those stilettos walk out—as does her ass in that tight skirt, leaving you the last one to step off, pretending to fix your tie as you hide the redness tinting your cheeks.
The conference room clears out, leaving you alone with Haseul as she grabs her tablet and notes. A single finger gestures to follow, but you're careful to not get too close, to not let anyone else notice you're both heading the opposite direction of her office. The clack of heels stops abruptly down a hallway, as does your footsteps when a door opens and she disappears inside.
“You. In here.”
You step inside. The door shuts behind you in what seems to be a dark supply closet, the motion-sensor light flicking to life. Her blouse is already unbuttoned, bra already visible under the dim illumination.
"What happened to all of your talk last night about never doing things in the workplace?" you ask, back pinned to the shelves as you struggle to stay steady while her body keeps getting closer, fingers working your belt open.
"I can make some exceptions. I am the boss, after all," Haseul begins while kissing your neck, unbuttoning your pants and shoving a hand straight past the waistband of your underwear. "Rules are there to be broken."
Her lips are just as soft as her voice, breath warm on your skin. You struggle to hold back a moan as her delicate fingers wrap around your cock and slowly stroke up and down, hard and throbbing in seconds. "Not exactly hiding how happy your cock is to see me, now is it?"
You gasp, lips parted with nothing but the sound of your deep breathing to fill the silence, Haseul's playful grin the only other thing in the darkness. "Did the meeting stress you out so badly you need this right now?"
Haseul tilts your chin with her free hand and crashes her lips into yours, answering your question for you. There's no room for your body to move, stuck between her body and the shelves behind, helpless to the slow strokes of her hand inside your boxers.
"Poor thing, your cock is already so hard. Were you thinking about fucking me the entire meeting?"
"Of course not—" you moan, each kiss only distracting you more from the words trying to spill out. "That would be unprofessional. I had my mind on work and work alone, as one should."
"Uh-huh. You weren't thinking about my thighs wrapped around your head with me in nothing but my red heels and stockings?" Haseul taunts further as she leans closer into your ear, stroking faster and teasing that head with the pad of her thumb. "Didn't get any fantasies about fucking me on the table in front of all of those investors? Slapping your boss's round little ass and squeezing my perfect tits?"
"N-no, none of that," you keep lying, knowing very well there was hardly a single moment you were paying attention, not with thoughts of the very situation you're in running through your head.
"Not a very good liar, are you? Your cock is throbbing like crazy in my hand already. You're telling me you didn't need your boss to jerk you off in a supply closet?"
You say nothing, eyes starting to lose focus as you look away, gazing down into her cleavage that's on full display.
"Fine, you don't have to admit it. Just stare at my tits a little harder," she laughs, your cock throbbing a little more at that remark.
"M-mommy—" you moan out louder than you'd like to, not even realizing your thoughts slip out loud.
"Mommy? Did you forget where we are? Gonna have to remember the difference between work and home. You'll call me mommy later when I'm naked and bent over and cumming on your cock."
Her hand moves even quicker, stroking the way you need most, twisting her wrist as you groan in the small space, pinned so helplessly.
"Your poor cock. Didn't get enough this morning when you came all over my tits in bed? No, you need your boss to jerk you off to make sure you'll focus for the rest of the afternoon," Haseul keeps teasing, staring deeply into your eyes, proud of your gaze locked to her chest that heaves with every stroke.
"Y-yes, boss. I'll be productive after this—promise. You can even give me extra work," you manage, cock twitching even harder, her grip getting even more difficult to deal with.
"More work for you to turn in late, you mean," she breathes out, squeezing your cock harder, trying to work you faster towards a finish. "Are you close? Gonna blow all over me?"
Hands rise to her chest—pulling that top open, letting those delicious breasts spill out of their constraints to speed things up. With the extra view and her hand frantically moving inside your pants, you can't resist any longer after a squeeze that hits just right. Your throbbing cock can't possibly hold it in.
You spurt white across her fingers, making a rather sticky mess inside your boxers while her hand keeps moving. Stroking out every last drop as you spill it all, lost in those breasts as Haseul pumps in her perfect grip, a warm smile the entire time.
"See? That's better. All ready to be a good boy for the rest of the work day," Haseul says with a little laugh as she carefully pulls her hand out, licking the cum that drips off her fingers. "Never say I don't take great care of my employees."
You stand breathless against the shelves as she straightens herself out, adjusting her breasts back in place and doing the buttons of her shirt one by one.
"Now what do you say when your boss takes time out of her busy day to get you off?"
"Thank—th-thank you."
"That's a good boy. Now let me leave first, go take five and then come out. And I want you in my office with fresh coffee when you're done. Don't forget the milk," she demands, keeping her playful grin on her way out, leaving the supply closet door closed.
Then you’re left slumped over the same shelves you were just pressed up against, the motion-sensitive light flickering off as it leaves you in the darkness of the supply closet. You sigh out loudly into the dark, wondering what you've gotten yourself into—
When you walk into Haseul's office for another menial task, she's right there waiting, leaning back against her chair with arms folded, her long legs perched atop the desk. Those shiny red stilettos are kicked off beside her, feet bare other than the dark stockings that draw your attention so well.
"Good, you're finally here. Thought you got lost on the way up or something."
You glance over at her coffee cup, half empty and smudged with lipstick, the same shade that was on your chest last night.
"You know how it is. The printer broke again and IT said they can't help until tomorrow, so I was downstairs trying to figure out how the hell to use the other one and—"
"No need to explain—relax. Take a seat. I'm not gonna lose it over a dumb machine."
She smiles, that same soft smile she had this morning when your face was buried between her thighs right before work.
With a sigh of relief, you sit down without a word, placing a stack of paperwork on the corner for her to look over. Haseul grabs the cup of coffee instead and looks right into your eyes, relaxed as could be.
"You're good at making coffee, gotta say. My last assistant couldn't even make hot water without fucking something up. You're good at everything I ask you to do—even better at eating me out."
The blush creeps up so fast that there's no way she misses it. Her cheeky smile tells you just that.
"Does that make you nervous? Me complimenting your... oral performance? Isn't that what you like? Being praised for a job well done while you're on your knees?" Haseul switches her crossed legs, throwing the other one over while your eyes couldn’t look away if you tried.
"N-no, not at all. Just not used to it yet, boss."
She giggles sweetly. "That's okay, takes time to adjust. Things move fast around here. One minute you're handing me a stack of reports and the next you're shoving your tongue in my cunt. Still processing, I know."
You break contact, gazing downward. Not exactly the reaction she expects. Haseul lifts her legs from the desk and leans forward, feet touching the ground as she shifts into proper posture. "Hey. Look at me."
It takes a moment, but you lift your head up to catch her eyes once more, seeing that softer side. "This is what you want, isn't it? If it's not, then I'll call the whole thing off and we can pretend like nothing ever happened last night. No questions. No hard feelings."
That makes you shoot right up from your slouch, and there's not a chance you're passing this up, no matter how intense things have already gotten. Not when it comes to Haseul, those hips you've yet to spend enough time grabbing, that taste of her pussy you need more than anything.
"That's not it at all, boss. This is right out of a dream—getting the chance to fuck my boss, getting ordered around the whole time. Hearing the way you sound when you cum, when you're soaking wet and riding me while your tits bounce in my face—"
She sighs in relief, her shoulders relaxing as her elbows rest on the desk. "Okay, let's not get carried away now. I have too much to do to jerk you off again before dinner."
"Sorry, I—won't get too eager like that, boss. It's just hard not to, is all. My head still hasn't stopped spinning since last night, and when you call me in your office like this..." you trail off, cheeks flushed bright red from saying it out loud. "All I wanna do is just make you feel good."
Haseul stands up from her chair, slowly making her way around the desk with that same powerful stride as she walks in front of you, feet gliding across the carpet before she reaches forward and cups your face. "You're sweet. The sweetest assistant I could've asked for. I'm sure we'll find time soon for you to please me, but for now make work a priority. This is a busy week."
Before you even think, Haseul plants a soft kiss on your lips, quickly dominating your mouth before she breaks away.
"Yes, of course, boss."
"Good boy. Maybe we can leave early if you play your cards right. If enough work gets done."
Before you can even process what's going on, Haseul is dragging you by your tie down the hall past her office, fishing a badge out from between her cleavage to open the door to the executive bathroom. She looks around suspiciously to make sure no one follows as she locks the door behind her.
"I told you we'll find time," Haseul says before lifting herself up onto the edge of the sink. The bathroom isn't your ordinary office bathroom, which isn't that surprising, given how important Haseul's position is. From the immaculate marbled counters to the high ceilings and wide stalls with fancy doors and scented soap, it's the most luxurious washroom you've seen in your entire life.
"The sink? Not even the stalls, boss? You really are breaking the rules, aren't you?"
Haseul laughs, grinning smugly as her fingers fumble for your belt and undo the buckle. "Are we forgetting I make the rules here? As long as you're quiet and I'm not late to that board meeting, not a soul will ever know what we did in here."
You say nothing back as Haseul hops down, until she's pressed into the sink with you behind her—lips on her neck, kissing and sucking while those hands of yours reach to undo the top of her blouse, buttons slow to unfasten.
"This time just rip it, if you wanna get to my tits. We'll call it a business expense," Haseul chuckles, resting her head back. "You can always run to the corner store and buy a new one for me."
You can't help but hesitate, knowing that blouse probably costs a fortune, the designer label on the inside catching your attention. But there's no way you'll pass up an offer like that, nor will you keep her waiting, tearing the fabric open as instructed until you hear buttons pop off in the sink.
Then there's just that white bra in the mirror that barely covers her chest. You waste no time unclasping it, yanking that free to feel the warmth of her breasts, until Haseul is satisfied with how exposed she is.
"I can feel your cock poking me through your slacks. You've been hard all damn day, haven't you?" she asks, with a cute little laugh as her hand slips down and rubs over your crotch, pressing firmly into the bulge.
"Can't help it. Guess you could call it a work hazard," you answer, getting a good handful of Haseul's perfect tits and diving into the crook of her neck.
"Just shut up and fuck me. Don't you even think about being gentle," Haseul says, skirt pulled all the way up past her waist—exposing that silky black thong, already begging to be ripped off and forgotten about. Your fingers run up the curve of her ass, sliding that flimsy fabric to the side enough for the prize underneath, pants to your ankles without a second thought shortly after.
"What happened to being quiet?" you ask, stroking your cock as you line up right at her entrance—already wet, waiting to take you all in.
"Let the whole damn company hear."
You'll obey and hope there's no one in earshot as the first moan escapes once her cunt swallows your cock, inching inside until you're buried in that slick warmth. She feels almost better than the first time last night, better than that morning quickie you got before work—fuck, it feels amazing every time. You grab hold of her hips and thrust all the way inside, fucking her into the sink that she holds on to keep steady.
"Fuck, right there. Don't you dare pull out until I tell you. Don't you dare," Haseul moans, head tilted down while her breasts come in plain view of the mirror, bouncing as you pound her just right. "Can't believe my assistant's cock feels this good—just want to ride it every damn minute I can. Want to cum on your cock every chance I get."
"Just say the word, boss, and I'll drop whatever I'm doing," you say, thrusting harder with the grip on her hips tightening, pressing her against the marble. Haseul just smiles and moans, braced for every rough thrust you deliver as she looks back and catches your gaze, lips parted while she grabs you by the tie.
"New rule: you're calling me mommy whenever we fuck. No matter where, no matter when, no exceptions. Understood?" Haseul starts demanding, her grip on the edge of the counter tighter while you bury yourself deeper than you thought possible.
"Of course—anything, mommy," you respond without hesitation, her cunt tightening around your cock, starting to drip all over.
Not that you really needed much encouragement, given that she has you wrapped around her finger. But the sight in the mirror makes you give her a little more—teasing the bud of her nipple between your fingers, rolling and tugging exactly how she likes, before leaning forward to kiss the spot behind her neck.
"Look at you, actually remembering what turns me on. You're a fast learner—and there's a lot to learn. Keep fucking my cunt like this and you'll get plenty of rewards."
Haseul smirks proudly into the glass, your hips picking up more speed, still mesmerized by the way her tits jiggle in the reflection while you fuck her like she demands.
And the way you're thrusting deep enough reaches a spot that makes Haseul tremble, losing her breath faster and faster until she can't bear to keep herself propped up anymore. Her back arches more, hands slipping for a moment with how hard you pound into her dripping heat, leaning into the marble counter as her hot, breathy little moans become louder, echoing off the walls.
"Your cock feels so fucking good inside me, baby. Harder, want you to fuck me harder, want that hot cum filling me up when you burst," Haseul moans out in demand, hardly keeping any volume under control as you ram your cock into her without mercy, skin slapping loudly against skin in the spacious bathroom.
She looks perfect in the reflection—blouse torn open, tits bouncing and heaving with every hard thrust, that delicious ass jiggling from each impact of your hips. Thong barely held together, stockings and her high heels the perfect cherry on top. And there's still that look she's wearing, that confidence on her features even when she's bent over a counter getting railed by her lucky assistant.
"Mommy feels so tight around my cock," you moan into her ear, sliding your hands back to her hips to get a little leverage, holding on tight enough to help you thrust marks as your pace becomes erratic. "Gonna fill up your tight pussy so much. Do deep inside you."
The way Haseul pushes her hips back to meet each stroke, nails dragging across the counter, her cunt clenching down around you with another tight squeeze, tells you all you need to know. "Look at you getting bold when your cock is inside me. Where's that shyness from earlier gone?"
You have no words to offer, burying yourself inside and growing desperate, wanting nothing more than to explode inside her without holding back. Hitting a particular spot that makes her cry out when you slam deep, until you aim for it again and again, until the only thing Haseul can do is clutch the counter even tighter.
"Please—I-I'm so close—going to cum all over your thick fucking cock—you're so deep inside, just like I need you. Don't stop. Please," she pleads so desperately as a broken groan leaves her, her body so tense, so eager to have you flood her deep.
Not that you could stop when she's this soaked, tight and clenching hard, dripping onto the floor below and drenching onto your shaft. The urge to finish right behind her only grows the faster you move, balls ready to unload everything inside, filling her all the way up with your load like she craves.
You plunge in without pause, her moans starting to blend together. Then, all at once, she tightens, her eyes rolling back while your hips keep moving, determined to get her over the edge. Another harsh slam to make her gush around your length, so slick, squeezing you just right while her entire body shakes.
"Fucking give it to me," Haseul groans loud enough to echo, breaths stolen away from such an intense climax running through her without relent. "Pound my tight little cunt until you explode inside me. Give mommy what she needs."
And your grip turns bruising while you obediently do as told, hips relentless, those sultry moans making you need to empty everything in your balls.
"M-mommy, gonna cum—"
You barely utter the words, the clench those walls give around you too much to fight until you're spilling every drop inside. Emptying yourself is all that’s left as you fill her with your sticky load as deep as possible, hard slams and violent throbs like never before from her pussy gripping you tight, Haseul’s wetness claiming every spurt you have left to give.
"Th—that's my good boy. Keep fucking that load deeper—it feels so good inside me, so fucking deep inside," she barely manages as her eyes stay fixated on the mirror, lips parted wide, body limp over the counter, thighs still all shaky.
All of your strength fades, buried deep with every spurt slowing down, but your hips refuse to, still thrusting into her warm, greedy cunt. You collapse yourself over Haseul's body and breathe into the back of her neck, basking in her perfume, kissing that smooth skin while resting inside her slick warmth for a little longer.
“F-fuck, mommy. Felt so good—felt so good cumming inside your perfect little pussy."
The sight of you so out of breath over her puts a sly smile on Haseul's lips, a look of absolute satisfaction on her features. Even the mess in the reflection amuses her as she meets your gaze, enjoying the sight. Her expensive blouse ruined, cum spilling out of her soaked cunt, hair out of place and a light sweat that clings to her complexion.
"Bet it did. My good boy made such a mess inside mommy. Now I get to think about your cum leaking out of me during that board meeting," she giggles, pressing her ass back to catch that final twitch, until you're pulling out inch by inch as your hot cum oozes out of her freshly-fucked cunt, spilling on the tiles without a care.
Haseul takes one last glance at herself in the mirror and sighs, turning around to face you as your cum trickles down her thighs, slipping out of her thong without any intention to try and clean up. It falls on the floor, and she lowers herself to retrieve it, stuffing it in your shirt pocket without even thinking.
"Hold on to that. A souvenir, to remember the time you came inside mommy in the bathroom," she says while standing up straight, getting comfortable on her heels and smoothing her skirt back out. Not like you'll ever forget this moment.
With a quick kiss to your cheek, she heads towards the bathroom door, not concerned with her appearance in the least.
"Okay, back to work now. Go buy me that new blouse. Remember, nothing off-the-rack, I'll know the difference."
"Yes m-, boss."
This time you catch yourself quickly enough, remembering you're not allowed to call her that when you're not balls deep in her cunt. Haseul makes her exit, a bit of a bounce to her step as she disappears, looking over her shoulder with a wide grin.
"See you after that meeting—mommy has some big plans for later."
Later turns out to be back at Haseul's penthouse, a big glass of wine in her hand while she sits on your lap and shoves her tongue in your mouth. There isn't much clothing getting in the way, hers or yours, a pile of clothes discarded on the living room floor, skirt and blazer lost, your pants crumpled on top.
"You smell so damn good after work," Haseul purrs, the wine making her all giggly while her warm breath touches your bare chest, grinding on your lap slowly.
"Mommy smells better," you answer, just sitting back and letting Haseul enjoy herself, that giddy smile staying on her lips, while she maps out your body with her mouth.
"Stop, you're making me blush." she answers, planting a trail of her delicate kisses on your shoulder and up along your neck, getting a little greedy with how much of you she wants to claim at once.
It's a stark contrast between the aggressive woman you fucked in the restroom not so long ago, wild and ready to devour you in comparison to how she moves now—teasing you in ways far tamer, and even a little flirty when she can take her time. She feels more affectionate than earlier today.
"I think I might wanna kiss you all over, you taste so fucking good," Haseul mutters between the kisses, straddled around your lap.
"M-mommy—" you say, a bit taken aback when she takes such control, almost toppling her drink after she pins you flat on your back against the leather of her couch and you crash down on the cushions.
She takes her wine, almost draining the glass as she sets it down on the coffee table behind her, giggling again as she gazes down to you in this compromising position. Her fingers trace down your abdomen until she reaches the waistband of your boxers.
"Love when you call me that. My good boy. Just stay right there, let mommy take care of you. We have all the time in the world," Haseul mutters just as sweet as can be.
Then she kisses her way lower and lower, hot breath hitting through your underwear.
"Mommy is going to make you feel so, so good."
“P-please—"
One kiss, then another. All while she tugs at the thin fabric, just so goddamn slow, all until your boxers come off and your cock is springing free right into the palm of Haseul's hands, her slender fingers wrapping around your shaft.
"Fuck, you have the nicest cock. So thick and delicious," Haseul says as she gets comfortable between your legs, spreading them when she gets flat on her stomach. A moment of admiration, and those pillowy lips press deep into the head of your cock, another following. Then a long, languid, kiss right at the sensitive underside that causes you to throb so pathetically. "Just a moment, baby—stay right there."
The few seconds that pass feel eternal. Haseul moves her naked body off the couch for a second—grabbing something out of her purse. Two things, actually: a small, compact makeup mirror, and a tube of strawberry-flavored gloss.
She wastes no time applying in a similar fashion as this morning in the bathroom before work—lips pursed at the glass, nice and glossy in seconds with a quick pop before turning back to your hard cock.
“That’s better.”
Her lips trail back to your shaft, wet kisses up and down along it. From base to tip and then back, saliva and lip gloss mixing, slow to explore, but eager to taste, wet kisses peppering every inch until she reaches your heavy balls. Taking one in her mouth, she sucks gently before switching to the other, each one doused in her warm saliva, finding just the right spots that make you moan.
And when you're properly teased, Haseul licks back up your cock, fingers playing with your sensitive, swollen balls, massaging them as she takes the head in her mouth.
All that warmth hits quick, soft lips closing around and taking you in, eyes locking you in place while your breath falters. She works her way down inch by inch of your stiff cock, tongue swirling with each bob before taking more.
"F-fuck, that feels good, mommy. So fucking good."
Haseul basks in your groans, cheeks hollowing to make the perfect seal of wet heat while she bobs up, back down to slide deeper, that lip gloss transferring in sticky streaks the faster she moves.
Her rhythm is so methodical, taking in almost all of you before coming back up, lips slick with drool. But before she takes you back in, she leans down to spit right on that swollen head, doing it a second time and a third to make it glisten, rubbing it all in while she looks up at your expression.
"It's about to feel a whole lot better, baby. Promise."
Those eyes can guarantee that as she slides back down, going deeper until her nose nuzzles your stomach, a hand still cupping your balls. Not an ounce of gag to be found as your cock hits the back of her throat and Haseul just takes all of you inside.
"God, fuck—" you groan, the loudest, most desperate noise you can conjure with Haseul slobbering on your cock with ease, breathing you in. Every inch swallowed whole while Haseul holds you there, squeezing your balls just right before coming up as that perfect wetness coats your entire shaft.
"Mommy loves the way you taste. And the noises you make when I'm sucking your delicious cock," Haseul mutters right before taking it all down, faster this time to draw out a different sound—one more guttural, one full of relief. She hums happily to herself as you fall apart for her, working those wet, hungry lips back to the tip, just so she can flick your leaking slit with the very tip of her tongue and draw out more pitiful noises.
You can't even form words at this point, being driven to desperate whimpers and pathetic babbles, each slide of those plump lips down the length of your cock another devastating second of bliss.
When she comes up that time, a bit of drool dribbles down the side of Haseul's gloss-slicked lips that she promptly collects and spits right back on your shaft, slapping her palm against your stiff, throbbing cock a few times, the sound echoing.
"Just look at you, leaking everywhere. Fuck, look how sensitive you are," Haseul giggles, so proud of herself as she gives your cock a few more good slaps. "We're going to have to do something about that, aren't we?"
"Yes, p-please, mommy," is all you can say back, each slap hitting a different spot that makes you squirm and groan, cock growing more hard and desperate with every second her mouth is absent.
Haseul lets your cock rest against her cheek before another sloppy kiss—lip gloss smearing as she finally goes all in again, showing no mercy this time. A hand on your thigh, the other on your stomach to keep you pinned down, just moving fast and sloppy and the right kind of obscene, taking in every inch of your length again and again without a single bit of respite.
There's nothing better than her devouring you.
"Mommy, god, your fucking mouth—" That's all you can you can say when it starts to overwhelm, gripping into the couch cushions underneath to hold on, to give yourself something else to concentrate on as your cock slides deep inside her warm throat.
Her head bobs in a frenzy, just one constant blur down your shaft that leaves nothing neglected—throat working overtime, eyes on you the whole time, drool dripping down her chin and down your balls. She pops off only a second, spitting right on the head again, adding another dose to keep it wet, and then takes it all in as if it were nothing at all. And then again, just to show off.
"That feel good, baby? Getting you real close?"
You can only nod with a series of short, desperate moans as Haseul drives you so crazy, barely keeping hold of the edge. Her perfect glossy lips take a quick detour and kiss all the way down to your sack, slurping up one of your balls as her hand keeps stroking what's slick and rock fucking hard.
"You want mommy to finish you off in my mouth, or my tits, baby?" Haseul asks, a pretty, teasing smile along those lips painted strawberry pink and absolutely coated in drool.
"M-mouth, in your mouth, please, mommy," you respond, or rather plead, her mouth too divine for anything else.
"Of course. You want mommy to swallow all that cum? Blow a huge, thick load right in my mouth?" Again, you nod in affirmation, so very desperate and only growing more and more from each slurp from her perfect, hot little mouth. "I'll be happy to. Just let it all out for me."
And back down she goes, so much faster, so much greedier, slurping loudly and sucking hard as she can until your balls have no other option but to unload. Haseul looks up at you through those wide eyes when she feels that first spurt flood right into her throat, lips sealed tight around the head of your cock as she just swallows everything down.
Each shot makes your hips jerk, almost on their own while her mouth milks it all out of you, that warm and wet suction never faltering while your cock throbs so helplessly, a hand squeezing your balls nice and tight to prolong it all.
You can see the pleasure written on Haseul's features in those first few spurts, just enough to register before she's buried nose deep in your abdomen. Throat so warm, so tight around your shaft, keeping everything inside as you empty in her mouth, hot streams of thick cum that she welcomes down.
When your body finally relaxes, when the last remnants of your sticky seed have been drained from your balls, Haseul doesn't even pull her mouth away. Instead, she simply swallows loudly before staying just as long as you need her to—still fondling your balls to milk whatever is left. Once your cock has nothing left to give, she keeps those perfect lips sealed around the tip and stays there, feet up in the air and swaying back and forth, so you can steal a glance of everything covered in those sheer black stockings.
"God, mommy—f-fuck—"
Those beautiful lips finally free themselves, rubbing your sensitive head along them and licking at what's leftover as her tongue continues to flick and tease. You barely can muster up any coherent thoughts, much less speak while her hot mouth remains to the very tip, letting the bliss linger.
"Nothing better than a hot load right in mommy's mouth. Tastes so fucking good, baby," Haseul says, lifting her head after a deep kiss to your leaking slit.
"So good. M-mommy made me cum so hard, so fucking hard—“ you say, finally regaining some composure as your head falls back onto the couch cushions.
Haseul drops right on your body, an arm draped lazily over your chest as she just presses right into you. "You deserve it. Catch your breath, my good boy. You've earned some rest."
Her naked body is enough to provide plenty of comfort as her breath trickles over your bare chest. So content to relax her body over yours, basking in the afterglow for a few moments together. Your arms find their way wrapped around Haseul's gorgeous figure, feeling every curve that presses into you as her weight sinks into you.
But Haseul breaks the silence before long. "What do you think about skipping work tomorrow? Order in some breakfast, fuck a few times, spend the day here?" How's that sound?"
It's so very enticing. The notion of waking up to Haseul, boss or not, curled next to you and not having to worry about a thing.
"Dunno. I'll have to see if the boss is okay with me taking some time off."
This gets a snicker out of Haseul, followed by her kissing down the middle of your chest. "Oh, I think she's not going to mind in the slightest. She'd much rather spend the day riding your hard cock."
"Tempting offer. Guess I could call in sick."
"Seems like we're both coming down with the same thing," she says as a breathy laugh escapes her. "Going to be needing bed rest for at least a day or two."
"Sounds like the perfect medicine."
"Coffee or tea? I made both."
Haseul offers either choice while her shirt hangs open in the middle, buttons not even fastened around her chest to tease those pale tits that almost spill out entirely. No bra—no panties either, nothing but a white button-up and a smile after the morning wake-up call you just had, just half-dazed in the sheets and staring at her bouncing up and down on your cock before the sun is even up.
"T-tea's fine," you say, still not fully awake. "Not really a coffee person."
Her hair is a disheveled mess, no makeup yet on that beautiful, bare face, and yet she's more alluring than ever. Still wearing nothing but that charming smile when she hands you a warm mug and finds a seat at the edge of her bed.
"Really? I'm just finding this out now? Damn," Haseul answers back, while taking the first sip of her coffee, blowing lightly into it.
"Yeah, I—don't really like coffee. Tastes like poison. Or worse."
"It's better with milk," Haseul says, like she suddenly needs to defend her favorite thing in the world. "Or sugar, or maybe some caramel."
You raise an eyebrow at her explanation. "If I have to put that many things in it just to make it bearable, I might as well drink something else. Something less complicated. Like tea."
"Now I feel bad. All those times I made you get coffee for us and you didn't even enjoy it. You drank it anyway," Haseul says as her head rests comfortably on your shoulder.
"Didn't wanna be difficult."
"Nonsense. You can be as difficult as you want. Mommy is here to accommodate, so feel free. You're stuck with me now that your dick has been inside me, deal with it. Kinda how that works."
That takes a bit to process, still not used to how brazen Haseul is with words like that, but there's something strangely comforting about it. From intern to full-time employee, to assistant, to whatever label this is, things have escalated quickly. Not that you mind.
"Whatever you want out of me, I'll deliver. Work or the bedroom." With that, Haseul leans over, breath hot along your neck when she kisses in light little pecks.
"Anything I want, you can do?" she asks, inquiring like she's already got some devious ideas brewing.
"Try me."
She takes that as a challenge, amused by your confidence, your unwavering dedication.
"Alright," Haseul giggles as her soft lips linger near your ear, nibbling ever-so-slightly. "Have you ever been pegged before?"
Okay—that was unexpected. And for once, you don't even know how to respond as your gaze locks on her while you stumble over an answer, failing so miserably.
"I'll take that as a no," Haseul says before you can answer, squeezing your thigh for some reassurance. "Then I want to be your first. Unless you're not interested. Don't want you to think you have to, just—"
"Didn't say that, just took me by surprise. Not exactly something I thought we'd be discussing first thing in the morning over tea."
Haseul has a way of making anything seem easy when she smiles like that, like you could climb the tallest of mountains with her and be perfectly fine.
"The offer is on the table, just something to think about," she says, going right back to sipping her coffee. "Maybe later tonight. If you're interested."
"Yeah, maybe."
It's Monday morning, and you've gotten far too comfortable with Haseul in the workplace in the past few weeks.
No awkward glances in the elevator standing a few feet apart, now opting to share the ride without a care. Lunches together, coffee breaks, (or tea) go on longer than necessary while your little rendezvous in the office hardly remain a secret from anyone. That doesn't mean that you're careless, just a bit more free with it after a particularly risky one in the copy room.
You're not exactly going down the hallways holding hands either, just something a little more relaxed. Comfortable. There's still enough space to keep some plausible deniability when you're not so close to one another, giving the impression that perhaps it's not what they're imagining. That everything is innocent and professional.
Which couldn't be any further from the truth, but it's more fun this way to sneak around, even though you're bound to get caught someday. Especially with the new intern, Yeojin, looking far too curious each time Haseul returns with her blouse a little disheveled, a button missing, skirt wrinkled a bit too much. That one time you forgot to lock the office door, Yeojin accidentally opened to see your boss straddling you on the couch. She swears she didn't see a thing, though you can both see right through her—not that it matters, because she's as harmless as she is adorable.
But it just means you'll keep your flirting to work chat—even when you're a few feet apart.
Haseul 9:17 AM
You're late. And without any coffee or reports.
You 9:21 AM
The printer's down. On my way, just have to bother IT first.
Haseul 9:23 AM
Don't think because I like you means I'm going to let it slide. Be here in ten, and then you can make it up to me.
You 9:25 AM
How?
Haseul 9:35 AM
Get under the desk when you come through that door. I sent Yeojin on a donut run at that one place that's always busy.
Haseul 11:43 AM
How's lunch looking? Got anywhere planned, my little errand boy?
You 11:48 AM
Errand boy? That's not what you were screaming this morning.
Haseul 11:50 AM
Focus. What do you want for lunch? I'm in the mood for something spicy. Maybe some ramen.
You 11:51 AM
I want you. Better than ramen.
Haseul 11:55 AM
Down boy. Keep it in your pants at least until after lunch. Then maybe we'll find a nice, dark closet for me to jerk you off in if you're a good boy. Or you can fuck my tits, whatever you want.
You 11:57 AM
Can’t I pick both?
Haseul 11:58 AM
Don't get greedy, or you can forget about seeing these tonight.
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And now, another week is finally over. No more morning traffic, no more endless reports and phone calls, no more sneaking around. Caution thrown to the wind, heading right into Haseul's sports car together straight after work, not even caring who is there to see anymore. Just forgoing all subtlety. Yeojin will never stop asking you questions, but now it's just better not to pretend —no going back now.
All your worries drop at the door along with your shoes once you enter her place, stumbling over the couch, a quick make-out session that never slows down.
Two glasses of wine on the coffee table later, they're half-empty while Haseul complains about work, legs stretching across your lap—in a pair of stockings, of course, because now she knows exactly how much you love them. You listen to every word intently, giving her sore feet a well-deserved massage to the point where she forgets what she was even talking about.
"Wouldn't trade you for any other assistant, not when you can do all that with those hands."
"Then maybe you should be paying me double."
"What did I tell you about getting greedy?" Haseul asks, sipping her wine.
"That you love it about me."
"Only when that involves eating me out."
Haseul gets a little shy at that, despite everything. The blush that creeps up on her is adorable as she covers her face—and it's somehow hard to believe this is the same woman that bosses you around in both the office and the bedroom. The same woman who gets a little crazy riding your face and spitting out the most filthy words you've ever heard, suddenly getting bashful. It's unfathomable.
Another sip of her wine, finishing the rest before putting the glass aside as she collapses against your body, pressing in nice and close. "That and fucking me until I can't walk properly the next morning."
Again, the abrupt shift from timid to ravenous in the blink of an eye, her entire demeanor turning devilish when she gets in the mood. But you're content to have it both ways, whether it be the caring and gentle version, or rough and demanding—or anything in between.
Haseul hasn't even changed from her work clothes, not bothering with a single thing after walking through the door other than removing her heels and tossing her purse on a chair. Sooner or later, all those clothes will be scattered around the floor of the bedroom, but she's all cozy on your body, making herself right at home.
"Mommy—"
"What is it, baby?"
"N-nothing, I just—really like calling you that."
Haseul lifts her head to make eye contact with you. "You're too fucking cute, you know that? It must kill you at the office to not call me that."
"I manage. But only because Yeojin would ask a thousand and one questions."
"Well, pretty sure she knows we're fucking. She's a smart girl."
"Right. That means I should just call you that at work then?"
"Absolutely not," Haseul says with the sharp shake of her head as she slaps your chest playfully. "Even if the entire building knows we're fucking, you're forbidden from using the m-word in the office."
"What's mommy gonna do, punish me? Teach me a lesson?" you taunt, just poking to see how far you can push it.
Haseul responds with a roll of her eyes. "Watch it, mister. Mommy doesn't punish, but I might not let you eat me out at all tonight if you don't behave."
You can't help but laugh at her ultimatum. "Like you would ever pass that up. You can't say no to my mouth."
"Oh, can't I?" she laughs right back, refusing to back down. "I have toys I'll have you know. In case someone decides to test me."
"But they can't get you off the way I can," you argue. "Nor can they pump you full of cum—"
That's what breaks the facade, a smile slipping on her face just before she cuts you off. "Okay, you have a point. So be a good boy and you can eat me out as much as you want. Might even sit on your cute face if you ask real nice."
"I'll be on my best behavior."
That's when she nuzzles her nose against your neck, letting a little laugh slip through her lips. "Good."
Surprise! This is NOT the Choerry fic I had in the works, just a quick little thing I wrote for @starconstruction's challenge over in Fanprose.
“Come on! I’m booored, baby. Please?” Yerim whines from the passenger seat, swinging her legs.
“No, babe. Not right now.”
“Why not?”
“Uh…because I’m at the wheel and we’re going 120 kph?”
“But—” she huffs and crosses her arms. “You’ve got the…what—cruise control, right? Lane keep too?”
“Well yeah, but…I still gotta stay aware—hey! Yerim—babe!” you frantically glance between the road and her as she unbuckles and leans across the cabin, giggling as her hands go straight for your crotch.
“No—hey…babe—”
“Little road head never killed nobody, hehe.”
“Actually, it likely…has. Hey—”
Yerim’s fingers snake under the seatbelt and start fiddling with your buckle underneath. “Gimme it…come on….”
“Okay, this is…hold on.” You check your mirrors and blindspots, putting on the indicators and pulling over to the emergency lane. The moment you stop and press the hazard button, Yerim takes that as the cue to release your seatbelt and go ahead with the process.
As aroused as you’ve become, you overcome your carnal desire and weakness for Yerim, grabbing her wrists and pushing her away. “Choi Yerim!”
“What?!” she snarls. “We’re already stopped, might as well go do it. You’re hard too, don’t lie!” Her utterly adorable attempt at looking mad gets a good shot at your reason, but you inhale a long breath and hold yourself.
“Yerim, we aren’t just playing hide and seek from people in public like all those other times,” you start. “We could get slapped with a heavy fine at best. You want that to ruin our trip?”
Yerim whines again, longer but quieter. “It won’t be too long though…”
“And if you did it when we’re at speed, we could even get into a fatal accident! You know I don’t play around with that stuff, don’t you?”
“Mmm…”
“Babe?”
“Yeah…I know,” she mumbles, looking down.
You breathe a sigh of relief, pulling up the fly she got halfway down and fastening your belt buckle. The music is also muted, its upbeat sound not fitting the mood.
“I’m…I’m sorry, babe. It’s just…we’ve been on the road for so long, and–and I wanted something exciting. Not games or stuff, they got boring,” Yerim says softly, barely audible over the indicator’s ticks.
You look at the clock and realise you’ve been driving for over four hours. The destination is still three hours away at least, that’s if the traffic into the city isn’t God awful. “I…I understand, Yerim. I know you’re frustrated, but that was not right. That was dangerous, and not in a fun way. Okay?”
“Mhm.”
You chuckle and reach for her hand, caressing it softly. Yerim faces away and tries to hide her face, but you can sense the little smile that’s returned to it.
“Hmm…let me see.” You tap into the maps directly on your phone, looking for something.
“Oh! Babe, there’s a rest area 14 kilometers away. Big one, too.”
“So?”
“How about we pull in, and then we can do anything you want there.”
Yerim’s ears perk up, slowly looking back at you. “Anything?”
“Anything. That we can fit in two hours.” Her little smile grows wide, blooming warmth across her features. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
***
Yerim stays quiet and behaves very well for the entire 14 kilometers. She does this, when she’s really excited for something she knows will definitely come, it almost seems like she’d forgotten the whole thing with how aloof she seems.
That notion is expediently disproven the moment you kill the engine, though. “Alright, babe. Knock yourself ou—mmph! Damn!” Yerim straight up lunges across the cabin, wrestling lips with yours. You play along right away, kissing back with the most fervor you have. Though after the long drive and with Yerim’s frustrations now unleashed, she has the decisive upper hand, figuratively and literally. And you wouldn’t change a single thing.
As soon as she runs out of breath, she dives onto your crotch, working away your trousers at lightspeed. Before you’ve fully caught a breath, her mouth wraps around your head, moaning deeply as she does. The heat and vibration causes you to gasp and jerk your hips, earning a slap on your chest. “Stay…put. This…is…mine!”
“Y–Yeah! All yours—shit! Babe!” Yerim doesn’t wait for you to finish before going down again, sliding all the way down. She gulps a few times to relax her throat, taking you fully. With a jarringly bright giggle, she begins bobbing up and down, varying her suction and putting her tongue to good use.
You’re reduced to short grunts, huffs and babbles above her. Your hands repeatedly go to her head, wanting to push her down. But you hold back and let her dictate the pace, which is best described as…flexible. She switches between savouring every centimetre and piledriving herself like there’s no tomorrow. It’s not a this or that either, it’s a spectrum. At different intervals, too.
It’s an utter whiplash compared to the motorway’s monotony, which wreaks havoc on the restraints you normally have. You’re brought to the edge in no time at all, not helped by the moist squelches of Yerim’s spit leaking past her lips, the gags every time you knock on her throat, and the electric euphoria of moans she’s making.
“Ah—oh! Fuck, Yerim! I’m…I’m right—ugh!” You bite your lips hard to brace for release—which doesn’t arrive. Yerim stops on a dime, barring your orgasm. You whine at the denial, throbbing inside her. After a good pause, she pulls off slowly and glares at you, her lips swollen and drooling. “Not…yet!” she pants. “If you cum before I tell you, I’m not talking to you for the rest of the trip.”
You nearly chuckle, doubting she can hold herself back. But for now, you entertain her and nod, taking deep breaths to hold the fort. Yerim engulfs you again, this time sticking to a single speed. One on the higher end of the scale, rocking the car slightly as she gags on your shaft with alacrity.
“Mmh! Ffhh! That…oh fuck! You’re really quite—uhhh…” You’re clenching your jaws so hard it hurts your teeth by the time you’re edged again. Yerim repeats this cycle at different speeds another two times, the intervals getting shorter as your brakes wear thinner. You’re sobbing pathetically by the fourth edging, earning a low chuckle from Yerim that almost breaks you.
“You want it, baby? You wanna cum in my mouth so bad?” she asks in a mocking tone, pouting her lips and tilting her head. No more delusions of pride, you nod frantically. “Please! Let me…let me cum, babe. I’m gonna fucking explode, please…”
Yerim grins widely and giggles, giving a quick lick at your tip that jolts your whole body. “Tsch. That’s what you get for acting all high and mighty with me. Now come on, give me my roadtrip snack.” She goes slow and savours you the whole way now, a cooldown from her earlier ferocity.
Her airy, lustful moans vibrate through you with every full enclosure, and you don’t try to hold back this time. With a broken sob, you snap your hips up and burst, spilling a torrent of seed into her mouth. Yerim closes her eyes and swallows every wave with hearty gulps, coaxing more and more with her tongue.
She pulls off you with a wet pop, a string of cum bridging her lips and your still leaking tip. “Mmm…so good. You want a taste, babe?” It’s purely rhetorical as she kisses you right after, dancing her tongue around yours to let you taste yourself.
Yerim unlatches and gives quick pecks at your lips and cheek, which you return. She rests her head in the crook of your shoulder and you lean back into the seat, letting your eyelids fall and rest.
“Hey! You asleep? We’re not done,” Yerim grumbles, poking your cheek. Your eyes flutter open and look down at her. “We’re…not?”
“Fuck no.” She leans back and unbuttons her shorts, sliding them down and kicking them into the passenger footwell, along with her damp panties. “Get in the back, I’m riding you.”
“Wh—wait, really?”
“What, you think I’m letting you go without your cum in my pussy? Get in the back!”
“I—okay then.” You kick away your trousers as well, then recline the seat all the way back. There’s ample space left in the boot even with both of your luggage, so you slide into the opposite seat and recline that all the way as well. This Mazda 6 estate is yet again paying dividends with its interior packaging.
Yerim crawls above you once you’re in position, her entrance dripping as she lines it up. She sinks down to just the tip, shuddering hard and whimpering at the sensation. You’re seething yourself, then cry out her name as she goes all the way down.
“Ffuck! That—you’re so…big! It…mmm…so full,” she wheezes, squinting and biting her lip. Her cunt’s immense heat and tightness seems to be amplified by the enclosed space, but your cock acclimates to it much better than her mouth, what with how frequently it visits most days.
Done with savouring it, Yerim starts rolling her hips almost in a figure eight, letting your hardness dredge every bit of her walls. “Ah…mmhhh—touch me. Anywhere, just…wanna feel…all of you—fuck!”
You oblige by squeezing her ass, earning a soft gasp. They slide around and under her top next, kneading her boobs underneath. That gets you a pleasured screech, one of her hands joining over the fabric. “Nghhh! Right there! I’m gonna—I’m close! Don’t you dare fucking cum yet, you hear me?”
“Yep,” you croak. Five babbles of your name later she climaxes, back locked in a sharp arch as she lets out a guttural groan, fingers digging into your arms. Not following suit is no small feat, summoning every conscious effort you have to comply. But you manage.
As soon as Yerim regains motoric control, she goes again, not caring to be delicate this time, bouncing on your dick. Crips, wet claps fill the cabin, along with your combined curses and moans. The car is rocking harder than ever. Your only saving grace from a stranger getting a free show is the 5% tint on the rear windows, along with the ample soundproofing you had added. The windscreen though? Eh, they’d get some kinda shadow puppet show, probably. Hell, Yerim likely wouldn’t mind to show off how good of a fucktoy she has.
Unnecessary rambling, some say? Well, you gotta pull out all the stops if you’re going to survive Yerim’s ravenous pussy fluttering and milking you as another orgasm crashes through her, tongue dangling between her jaws as she mumbles your name.
“Uhhh…babe! I’m not—not gonna last much longer!” you wheeze, pulling her asscheeks apart with your iron grip to try and hold on. Yerim groans and nods rapidly, wetting her dried lips before kissing you deeply. “Do it. Give me your babies, every single drop. Fucking breed me!” she mutters, eyes half-lidded.
You decide to sit up for the home stretch, pressing your sweaty bodies even closer together. You’re thrusting up in time with her now, suckling the sweat off her neck as you do so. Yerim squeals and cries right onto your ear as a result, but you don’t mind. Dulling one sense means the rest are amplified, something you make good use of as you drill into her mercilessly, chasing your release.
The world’s become a blur as you reach your peak, and you actually slow down for the eruption. And it’s hefty. You roar into her shoulder, shuddering as another load of seed coats her walls. Filling every crevice, every nook and cranny with multiple surges. Yerim lets out only a choked gasp as she too shatters, drenching everything below the waistline in her juices.
She collapses onto you when finished and you fall back with her. “Hey…” she asks, voice a bit hoarse. “What time are we supposed to arrive?”
“Uh…it—hold on.” Your brain’s still a bit scrambled. “Er…like three ish? 3:30?”
“And when’s check-in?”
“Starts at three.”
Yerim nods and sighs, nuzzling into your chest. “Then we can have another hour here, mm?”
“Uh…” Realistically, that extra hour could turn into two or three later on with afternoon rush traffic, but you’re worn out as well. “Sure, yeah. We can stay another hour.”
“Yay! Thanks, hehe.” She cocks her head up asking for a kiss, and you give her one. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” you reply. Ah, what’s a bit of extra traffic anyways? At the very least you get to spend it air conditioned with Choi Yerim. Sounds like a fair trade-off to you.
