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A/N: silly? idk i'm changing things up this time, i guess. another one brought back from the dungeon
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“It’s not late... noona.”
You said as you calmly laid your coffee cup down on the table with a soft clink. The morning light filtered through the giant windows next to you, casting morning golden streaks across the office. Outside, Hannam-dong - the country’s oasis of wealth and luxury - was busy as usual at this time of the day. Inside, everything was peaceful except for the annoyingly silent buzz of the AC and the sound of your sister shifting on the soft leather sofa, who looked completely at home despite the modern space.
“You’re thirty three, idiot. That’s too late.”
“Dad married mom when he was almost forty, didn’t he? I still have a long way to g-”
“That was different! Society’s changed!” Nayeon shot you a judgemental look.
“Are you serious right now, noona?”
“Yes, really!” your sister crossed her arms, almost offended that you’d asked. “Our country’s birthrate is in crisis. You have to do your part.”
“My part!?”
“Yes. As a citizen. As our parents’ son.” she pointed at you. “Tall, educated, healthy, financially stable and ugh… I can’t believe I’m saying this…”
“Saying what?”
“Good looks… ughh…”
It was always good to hear someone who always bullied you since you were little admit that. The stupid smirk on your face showed it really well, especially with how Nayeon was faking, or not, a puking sound.
“Stop doing that! And what are you even waiting for, idiot!?”
“I founded this company, didn’t I?” your turn to roll your eyes. “I…uh, pay taxes. I already did my part.”
She scoffed and sat straighter. “Taxes and high-end clothes don’t get you a wife, idiot.”
A comeback was already there in your mind. But the look in her eyes stopped you, not annoyed or amused, just tired. She looked down at her hands for a quiet moment before speaking again, her voice filled with what seemed like artificial sadness to you.
“Mom and dad aren’t getting any younger… They are almost getting to the age where we have more hospital checkups than family gatherings. Don’t you realize that?”
“Don’t do that to me… Come on…”
“You’ve never introduced a single girlfriend to us. Not once.” Here came the sad eyes. “Your cousins are having babies, getting married… Everything, even showing up at Chuseok with rings on their fingers and someone beside them. But you!?… you work day and night. For what?”
“It’s just…” You rubbed a hand over your face and sighed. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about this before. “I haven’t dated anyone in a long time, noona.”
“And why is that?” Nayeon asked gently, part anticipating like a sister who was finally hearing something she’d waited a long time to understand.
“I don’t know… I guess I just got comfortable living like this. Letting someone into my life right now doesn’t feel right.”
Your sister stayed silent, and when she spoke, her voice was softer than before.
“...That’s not comfort. You're just used to being alone.”
You looked up slowly, knowing she wasn’t scolding.
“I’m not asking you to fall in love tomorrow. But open the door, at least… Just enough for someone to come in.”
You hummed at her words, not intending on discussing this topic further.
“Anyway...” Nayeon smoothened her scarf, exhaling as if she was letting out all her frustrations and worries. “I didn’t just come here to nag your hopeless ass, you know. I came to bring something for Yoon-Ah.”
“For her? Not your brother?”
“You?” she smirked. “You can take care of yourself. You’re a grown man.”
Like always, Nayeon didn’t even wait for your answer. Instead, she reached for a paper bag beside her legs, lifting it carefully and showed you like it was some prized offerings.
“Some premium ginseng extract and a few tonic packets from that clinic in Cheongdam. You know, that one all the chaebol wives and mistresses go to? Some black sesame snacks too. Good for stamina and stress.”
“For Yoon-Ah? Really?” you asked again.
“Of course! She mentioned she’s been tired since you made her work too much.” she glared at you, that one look only a sister could give. “I should scold you more for that, you idiot.”
A helpless chuckle escaped your lips.
“She insists on staying late! I drive her home everytime I can.”
…
“So are you two…?” your sister trailed off, narrowing her eyes as she tried to dig for some clues, subtle but sharp.
“Are we… what?”
Lips pursuing, Nayeon examined you like she could read something off your face like she’d always done back when you were in high school. Well, not anymore. Years had gone by and you’d learnt to adapt. Knowing she couldn’t win this, she simply leaned back on the leather soft with a sigh.
“I’m just saying… you two seem close. Maybe too comfortable with each other…. And your stupid face lights up whenever you talk about her.”
As much as you hated to admit, you knew Nayeon was right. So you just rubbed the back of your neck and avoided your sister’s gaze. But before she could press further, a soft chime came up from the intercom on your desk.
“Sajang-nim... may I come in?”
That warm and familiar voice filtered through the speaker, the one that always gave you extra motivation when you sat down on this desk every workday.
You cleared your throat.
“...Ahem, come in, secretary Seol.”
The door creaked open, and there she was, your favorite person in this entire building.
She stepped inside with her usual grace, her simple stripe button up blouse was tucked neatly, like it was tailored specifically to fit her frame. Her hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail, all smooth and polished. You never said it out loud, but your days always felt a little bit better when she wore her hair like that. Around her neck hung a simple lanyard with her ID, one that you'd told her a few times looked to formal, but Yoon-Ah'd just smile and say “It makes me look professional, don’t you think, sajang-nim?”.
“Good morning, sajang-nim…” she turned gracefully and gave a playful yet somehow still very polite little bow at Nayeon. “Unnie.”
You nodded in acknowledgement a little too fast while your sister instantly smiled, sitting more up right on the sofa.
“Oh my!” visibly brightened, Nayeon’s tone turned affectionate. “You’ve gotten even more elegant in person, Yoon-Ah ah! How have you been, honey? Come here!”
Yoon-Ah settled gracefully beside your sister on the sofa, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, her posture was elegant yet unassuming. Your sister reached for her hand instantly.
“Look at you, so beautiful!! Are you sure you’re not secretly royalty!?”
Yoon-Ah laughed softly, cheeks tinting pink. “You flatter me too much, unnie.”
“Nonsense.” your sister pat her hand. “You’re so polite, mmm, well put together… What do you think about my brother? Is he good looking?”
The girl was only caught off guard for a second before regaining her composure instantly and smiled. “Sajang-nim certainly is very… charismatic.”
You would’ve been giggling like a middle schooler had there been no one right here with how Yoon-Ah answered it.
“Charismatic, hmm? Not handsome?” Nayeon leaned closer to her, eyes expecting. Yoon-Ah gave you a subtle glance, unreadable, before replying.
“That too. He has… his own charms.”
“Did you hear that!? ‘His own charms’. Yoon-Ah just said you’re just barely tolerable, dipshit.”
“Shut up…”
Nayeon just waved you off with a smile and turned back to Yoon-Ah.
“Honestly, though. You’re so composed and smart, and beautiful on top of that. I don’t know how my brother landed a secretary like you, honey.”
Yoon-Ah chuckled lightly, her gaze lowering as if that could hide the light pink blooming on her cheeks. “He didn’t, unnie. I just applied.”
“Right, right… Whatever fate brought you two together, I’m grateful. You brighten his life up just by being by his side.”
Somewhere between their conversation, you got lost with how ethereal Yoon-Ah looked. Something about the way the sunlight caught the curve of her cheeks, the way her hair framed her face, the softness in her deer eyes. It ached your heart so much… in a good way, of course. You imagined her beside you, but not in the office. Maybe somewhere quieter, warmer, with her head on your shoulder…
“Yah.” Nayeon’s voice snapped you back to reality immediately. You blinked, eyes adjusting again to the sunlight in the room. Yoon-Ah was still sitting on the sofa with the same pretty smile and graceful posture. The little dream was gone, but it lingered tenderly in your mind.
“What were you saying, noona?”
“Nothing important. I’m leaving now, dummy.” She then stood up with a pleasant sigh, smoothing her jacket as she showered Yoon-Ah with all the warmth in her eyes. “Don’t work too hard, honey. Thank you for keeping my idiot brother in line.”
“Of course, unnie. Thank you for visiting.”
Your sister leaned in, patting her lightly on the arm.
“Don’t act too polite with me. And don’t let him work too hard, okay? Ah, right! Next time, come visit me at our house even without him around.”
You only watched the exchange quietly, heart still beating a little too fast from the daydream you hadn’t meant to fall into.
“Take care then, noona.”
“I always do. Maybe you should listen to yourself.” Nayeon paused at the door for a moment. “...Especially with Yoon-Ah around.”
The room fell quiet again the moment Nayeon took all the noise with her as she left. Then you looked at Yoon-ah as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, again, still looking like the girl from your imagination.
What the hell am I going to do with these feelings?
“Are you okay, sajang-nim?”
“Sure, nothing… I just spaced out.”
Yoon-Ah tilted her head slightly, the corner of her mouth lifting.
“You looked like you were thinking very hard about something.” As innocent as her voice sounded, you could still catch the tease under her tone. You tried to keep your expression neutral.
“Nothing important, secretary Seol.”
“Mmm.” she hummed, unconvinced. “It didn’t seem like nothing to me, sajang-nim.”
You shifted in your seat. “My sister likes you, that’s all.”
“Ah… She’s very sweet but I’m guessing that’s not the part that made you zone out.”
Playing dumb wouldn’t get you out of this. Time to take back control.
“Alright… let’s just get to business. What did you come in here for?”
Yoon-Ah nodded with a satisfied smile, effortlessly shifting into her professional mode at your question.
“It’s Friday so there isn’t much on the schedule. You have two meetings to review the new releases. Then just a short stop this afternoon at the aespa shoot. You’re supposed to hand Karina-ssi a bouquet and take a photo with her.”
“Really?” your tone raised a little out of surprise. “I thought they were joking, no?”
“The team insisted.” The corner of her lips curved lightly. “Basic PR duties, sajang-nim.”
“I’m not complaining. It’s not every day that I get to take a picture with Karina anyway. And after that, I’m done?”
“Barring any emergencies.” she checked on the tablet again before looking up at you, though the way she said it felt more than just an observation. “You’ve been working too much lately anyway, sajang-nim. You’re… surprisingly efficient.”
“‘Surprisingly’? You’ve been with me for three years, since the start of this company and ‘surprisingly’?”
Yoon-Ah pressed her lips together lightly, not the least apologetic. “Just keeping you humble, sajang-nim.”
“...You’re getting bolder.”
“Maybe I am, sajang-nim.” she shot back instantly. “Or maybe you’re getting softer.”
A quiet beat took over for a second, something a little warmer settled into the room.
…
“Why do you still refuse to call me oppa, Seol Yoon-Ah?” there it was again, the question you always brought up every now and then. “I mean… calling me by my name is also fine by me. It’s not like we are strangers, you know. I gave you permission a long time ago.”
She smiled, definitely not letting you have the smallest glimpse of what she was thinking.
“We have to be professional, sajang-nim.” she said, emphasizing the title to put distance between the two of you, though her tone did the complete opposite. Then she added a soft, teasing line. “Besides… you’d get too happy if I called you oppa. And I’m not here to feed your ego, sajang-nim. I’m here to help you be more efficient and manage your schedule.”
She looked back down at her iPad, the twitch on the corner of her lips signaled a quiet victory.
Not so early.
The thought barely settled before you stood up, rounding your desk slowly. Yoon-Ah didn’t look up right away but you saw her finger pausing over the screen as she felt you closing the distance. You stopped in front of her, letting your presence linger just enough to make her glance up.
“Then what about that night…?” you smirked. “You got so drunk I really struggled to drive you home and helped you upstairs… and you kept mumbling ‘oppa’ against my chest, secretary Seol.”
Her eyes widened, lashes fluttered just once and that was enough to tell you she knew exactly what night you were talking about. The memory hit her hard before she could guard herself.
“If I recall correctly… You kept biting my hands, crying and complaining that I don’t give you enough attention at work, secretary Seol”
For once, your intelligent secretary couldn’t come up with a comeback as a flush crept into her cheeks and her grip on the tablet tightened.
“That’s a little too much, secretary Seol. We might have to get HR involved.” Then you leaned in closer, slower to lower yourself beside her ear until she could hear your whisper, a near perfect imitation of Yoon-Ah’s voice, with a smirk.
“Don’t leave me yet, oppa… please…”
Then you lifted your hand and gently clasped her wrist, startling her.
“You held on to it like this and wouldn’t let go.”
Yoon-Ah’s eyes moved to where your hand grabbed her wrist. She definitely remembered. The ever professional secretary was thrown off balance, blinking like she couldn’t decide whether to pull away or freeze.
“Still no thank you from you yet, by the way. It’s been almost two months now.”
The engine was clearly working overtime through her eyes, calculating to come back with something sharp and clever while being flustered, exposed at the same time. Damn, what a cute sight.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or did oppa make too much of an impression saving you that night?”
Yoon-Ah yanked her wrist back like your touch burned her. But you already did too much damage. She was blushing, her posture stiff and her mouth open but couldn’t find the right words.
“Sajang-nim.” she finally muttered, eyebrows drawn tightly together. She turned her head sideways to hide the rising color in her cheeks. .
“Still waiting on that ‘thank you’~” you leaned back to let the tension breathe, enjoying this way more than you should. “You’re usually quicker than this, Yoon-Ah-ssi.”
“Thank you, sajang-nim.” Yoon-Ah finally muttered like it physically hurt her pride to say it.
“Just that?” you titled your head. “You think that’s enough after everything I went through, secretary Seol?”
Only now did she glance up, sharply. “Do you want an award ceremony, sajang-nim?”
“Interest. That’s all. The economy’s been rough lately.”
Yoon-Ah narrowed her eyes but couldn’t hold back the smile forming on her lips.
“What kind of interest are we talking about here?”
“Maybe… uhh, I don’t know…” you looked up to the ceiling, pretending to think. “A kiss on the cheek should cover the fee, secretary Seol.”
Her scoff was immediate but the amusement in her eyes betrayed her.
“Is that how you do business now? Bullying your way through outstanding debts.”
“Only with clients who get drunk and call me oppa while they almost vomit on me.”
Yoon-Ah stared at you harder, the red on her cheeks didn’t help much. “You’re lucky I haven’t reported that night to anyone, sajang-nim!”
“Ah… but I only helped you home that night. And confessing that to HR would mean creating a workplace scandal right here.”
No power or threat in her glare as Yoon-Ah leaned closer. If anything, you only found it cute.
“Keep pushing it and I’m writing a full report, sajang-nim.”
Your answer was to lean down closer, forehead almost touching hers.
“Make sure to include the part where you begged me to drink with you too, secretary Seol.”
A slight twitch on the corner of her eyes, maybe a mix of annoyance and amusement.
“One day… I’m going to put you in your place, sajang-nim.”
“I’m counting on it. But for now… cheek?”
The stare she threw at you was long enough for her to weigh her options. Finally, Yoon-Ah let out a long exhale, the sign of resignation.
“Close your eyes, sajang-nim.”
“Why?”
“You wouldn’t want to peek during an award ceremony, would you?” her voice filled with sudden happiness.
Though a little suspicious, you obliged and shut your eyes with a sigh. “Fine…”
A few seconds went by, still nothing. Just before you were about to say something, you felt a light brush of her lips land just shy of your lips, barely a kiss. You opened one eye to glare at her, your tone completely flat.
“That was nothing. Literally air.”
Your secretary was already retreating, trying not to laugh and clearly enjoying teasing you.
“It still counts, sajang-nim. The ceremony's over!”
“No, no, no.” you reached out and grabbed her wrist, firm but not enough to hurt her. “Secretary Seol, I demand a kiss.”
“Sajang-nimmm~” Yoon-Ah whined, the sound almost turning your knees into spaghetti. She gave your grip a half hearted tug but didn’t really try to escape. She still didn’t give up on suppressing a smile though she clearly knew she was failing miserably.
“You’re abusing your power~” she pouted, too cute.
“Aegyo won’t let you get away with this, secretary Seol.”
You tried so hard not to look away for a second. Seol Yoon-Ah was a dangerous woman. She really had no idea what she was doing to you. Or maybe she did. Who knew? She then scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue to you - a final act of rebellion before stepping even closer, eyes lifting to meet yours.
“Fine.” she mumbled. “One real kiss.”
“That easy…?”
“I just want you to shut up, sajang-nim.”
You let go of her wrist only to take both of them seconds later deliberately. Yoon-Ah blinked, your grip was firm as your thumbs brushed the inside of her wrists.
“In case you try to escape. I’m not taking an ‘air’ kiss this time, secretary Seol.”
Suddenly, a flicker of confidence and mischief lit up her face. The corner of her lips curled up, slow and dangerous.
“Close your eyes then, sajang-nim.”
That smug expression on her face left you with no choice anyway. You sighed and shut your eyes again, expecting. You could feel Yoon-Ah tiptoeing slightly, her gentle inhale, the little rustle of her clothes before her lips finally pressed against your cheek.
No more teasing. Yoon-Ah kissed your cheek long and firm, her lips molding onto your skin with a boldness that stole your breath away. You felt the way she tilted her head slightly, swaying into the kiss like she meant every second of it. You wanted more, so much more. But-
“Muah!”
She pulled away. Your skin was now warm with her lipstick stamped there like her branding. When you opened your eyes, Yoon-Ah was still too close.
“How about that, oppa~?” she murmured, voice a little breathless.
You tried and held onto her gaze, almost failing to act unaffected. Slowly, you let go of her wrists, your fingers intentionally lingering on before slipping away completely.
“Not bad.” you tried to sound confident.
A shy blush bloomed across her face with a nervous smile to replace her confidence just seconds ago. You then cleared your throat, subtle but necessary, before nodding at the leather sofa and nodding your chin in its.
“Ahem… There are some ginseng extracts, a few tonic packets and uh… some black sesame snacks in that bag over there. My sister brought it over for you.” you said, walking to it. “From that clinic in Cheongdam, you know?”
You picked up the bag and held it out to her. Yoon-Ah followed you, cheeks still pink from earlier and took the bag slowly.
“Ah… that one clinic all the rich people’s wives and mistresses go to?” she said, her voice a little soft and flustered. “Your sister told me a lot about it, sajang-nim. We chat a lot, actually.”
“Since when?”
Yoon-Ah gave you a judging look, almost surprised that you even asked. “Umm… since forever? She texts me all the time and asks about you, your dating life… us…”
“And you tell her I make you work too much? If anything, I make you work less and come home early these days.”
Yoon-Ah pretended to let out a small cough to dodge your question, eyes looking at the clock on the wall as she avoided your gaze. “A- Anyway… it’s almost time for your meeting this morning, sajang-nim.”
“...I’ll let it slide this time, secretary Seol.”
Dragging your feet back to your desk with a sigh, you shifted through the clutter of documents on your desk while ignoring the warmth on your skin but paused when you noticed your secretary lingering around before walking toward you.
“Wait, sajang-nim...” she spoke softly. “You still have my lipstick mark on… your cheek.”
You stayed still as she pulled a tissue from the little box on the desk and reached up, dabbing at the spot with what seemed like precision. Though you couldn’t help but think there was a bit of affection in there as well, you’d been hoping so for so long anyway.
“Reapply your lipsticks, too, secretary Seol.” you continued to search through the documents, not looking at her. “I’ll… ahem, wait.”
Yoon-Ah lowered her head into a small bow. The results of all that messing around a few minutes ago was still clear on her face.
“Ah, yes… thank you, sajang-nim.”
The morning room passed, dreadfully, with what felt like thousands of updates and reviews. You sat at the head of the sleek conference room, listening to everything with Yoon-Ah next to you, taking notes with her usual precision.
Three years ago, you left one of the biggest names in Korea’s fashion game as their rising creative director - young, bold, and already successful. People thought you were crazy, even your parents stopped you at first. But you took a gamble anyway, at the age of thirty. Now? You were running your own fashion company, still rising, not quite a household name yet but you’d come far. People loved it, you had your own team and your own building in Hannam-dong, the land of the rich right in Seoul.
Somewhere in the middle of the meeting, your eyes turned to Yoon-Ah by themselves.
-
You still remembered being struck by her beauty the day she first walked in for the interview, back when this company was just your dream and a cheap nameplate taped to a rented shoebox in Itaewon. She had been fresh out of university then, too nervous, clutching her portfolio with both hands like it might save her and land her the job as she walked in.
“Why’d you apply here, honestly? I mean… aren’t you scared this might be a… I don’t know, money laundering scheme. This company has nothing right now, Yoon-Ah-ssi.”
She let out a tiny, nervous laugh.
“I… um… I looked you up before I applied.” she answered too fast, glancing down a little like she regretted blurting it out. “I- I read about your work. The collection you helped develop at your pre- previous company… the 2019 one.”
You didn’t say anything and let her go on for another five minutes. Yoon-Ah fumbled a little more, both endearing and awkwardly. It’d been in your memory ever since, and you loved it whenever she went to work in the same outfit. Something about it always pulled you back to your first meeting, to the shy but clearly talented Yoon-Ah.
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From that day on, the two of you built more than just your company together. You taught her a lot, from dealing with fashion related problems, difficult clients to how to be more aggressive in business. Yoon-Ah picked up everything fast. You knew she was smarter but she’d been outdoing your expectations after her first few weeks, always delivering more than what was asked. Still, no matter how much time passed or how confident she appeared with others, Yoon-Ah always carried a trace of that shyness when she was around you.
However, in recent months, things had shifted. A slow, complicated push and pull neither of you wanted to define out loud. Late night conversations in the office. Lingering glances everywhere you went. Her being mad at you for forgetting her gift after a business trip in Japan, only for her to bring you coffee the next morning, made just the way you liked it with a flirty smile that you couldn’t stop dreaming about.
Yoon-Ah started standing closer and leaning in more. You both intentionally stuck by each other’s side in the elevator whenever it was empty. And you’d started driving her home every day from work too, a quiet routine that had begun just a few months ago. Still, Seol Yoon-Ah always knew exactly when to draw a line, when to turn her head away to remind you that she was still your secretary. But… the kiss on the cheek she gave you this morning was a great leap forward. And you wanted more. So much more.
“Sajang-nim.” her voice broke your trance of thoughts, soft but pointed. “Umm… you were spacing out, sajang-nim. They’ve just finished the presentation.”
You sat up straighter, coughed lightly and picked up where she left off. Another meeting followed. When it finally ended and most of the team had filtered out quickly for lunch, you returned to your office and collapsed immediately on the leather sofa. Yoon-Ah walked in later carrying a small tray. She calmly set everything down on the coffee table before taking her seat next to you.
“Lunch before meeting the Karina, sajang-nim.” Yoon-Ah unwrapped the utensils and handed over yours without looking.
“Ughh… finally. Karina~” you sang with exaggerated joy and dragged yourself upright.
“Aghh…” Yoon-Ah suddenly whined as she peeled off the lid of her lunch box, poking at a neatly packed pile of green vegetables. “Again~? They always forget I hate these…”
Seizing the chance, you immediately leaned to her side with your mouth open. “Ahh~”
Yoon-Ah froze with her chopsticks in hand, staring at you before her lips twitched into a smile.
“You’re weird sometimes, sajang-nim. It doesn't feel right on you”
You didn’t move, just tilted your head and widened your eyes in the most obnoxiously innocent expression you could ever make. Her cheeks were already pink as she picked up a piece of broccoli and fed you hesitantly.
“This better not become an everyday thing.” Yoon-Ah looked away the second you started chewing, muttering.
You swallowed, still smug. “I might have to make this a real clause when we discuss your renewal contract, secretary Seol.”
Yoon-Ah scoffed under her breath but the pink on her cheeks deepened.
“I’m writing a report to HR next Monday.”
You nudged her knee. She picked up another piece of green and held it out silently. You leaned in with no hesitation and took it with a happy hum.
“...You’re enjoying this too much, sajang-nim.” Yoon-ah said, picking up another piece.
“You’re lucky I’m is a good eater.” you mumbled, earning a gentle hit of her elbow on your shoulder.
This went on quietly, rhythmically. Yoon-Ah feeding you vegetables, you chewing with exaggerated joy, her pretending not to smile as she emptied every last piece of green from her lunch box into your mouth. By the end, the only thing left was that smile she was struggling to hide on her lips.
The city rolled past outside the tinted windows of your car, sunlight bouncing off the glass. You had one hand on the steering wheel, the other rested lazily near the gearshift. Yoon-Ah was puffing her cheeks in and out, scrolling through something on her phone.
“Okay. Balance game.”
“Listening.”
“Have chaebol level wealth and power… or stay exactly as you are right now. Same wealth, same power?”
“Really? Didn’t you ask me something similar before?”
This was something you two usually did whenever the ride got too boring. She still didn’t look up from her phone, voice singing. “Answer~”
“Umm… stay as I am now.” You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel and that made her glance at you.
“You’re passing on generational wealth and the power to boss the president around?”
“I mean, chaebol level wealth and power mean I’d have to work pretty much every day. Get in a scandal every few years, get involved in political stuff… and basically no freedom to do what I want in public. Sometimes spend a few months in jail waiting to get pardoned… So it's not worth it.”
Yoon-Ah tilted her head and hummed. “Mmm, interesting.”
“I mean… I have money now, don’t I? I won’t even get to spend all of it before I die. That kind of wealth doesn’t really mean much to me.”
Yoon-Ah leaned back against the headrest, thinking for a moment before asking again.
“So when do you plan to settle down, sajang-nim?” Her tone was definitely not meaningless.
“Why the sudden topic? Are you planning to recommend someone to me, secretary Seol?”
Yoon-Ah let out a soft scoff. “Do you even have a girlfriend right now?”
And there it was, a quiet check. To see if you had one. To see if that romantic tension between all these times was genuine. You knew… well, you guessed it.
“Obviously not. Why do you think my sister keeps coming over to nag me every week?”
“Your sister just wants you to be happy, I guess.”
You finally took your eyes off the road and glanced over at Yoon-Ah for a brief second, catching how she bit back a smile.
“Okay, secretary Seol. My turn.”
That got her attention, eyes turning back to you.
“Men your age… ” you paused, speaking again only when it felt right. “Or… let’s just say, men… in their early thirties?”
You didn’t even try to hide what you meant.
“Why, sajang-nim? Asking for a friend?” That flicker of amusement beneath her expression showed you she knew exactly what you meant. She let the question hang for a moment too long, lips still curved. “Early thirties, I think. More stable. More… mature. But of course, that’s assuming we don’t work together. I don’t have any interest in dating people from work, really.”
And there it was again. The line Seol Yoon-Ah always drew. Not too close. Not too far. You let out a breath through your nose as the silence stretched, feeling a quiet little ache in your heart. Yoon-Ah knew the effect she had on you, always teasing you just enough and staying just far enough.
“Mmm… Got it.” you finally muttered, not wanting to be heard. Ten minutes later, you pulled up at the studio parking lot. From the passenger seat, Yoon-Ah glanced at her phone then at the building.
“They’re in the middle of the shoot.”
You reached behind your seat, grabbed the bouquet meant for Karina - wrapped to perfection, all PR polished - and stepped out, the car door shutting behind you with a soft thud. You circled around to her side and opened the door.
“What kind of boss drives his secretary around and opens the door for her, sajang-nim?”
Again, that playful tendency of hers. You replied flatly, still a bit hurt from your last interaction in the car.
“The really good kind. The handsome kind. The caring kind.”
Yoon-Ah laughed gently, tilting her head as she stepped out. “Mmm~ Must be exhausting being all three.”
You didn’t smile. “It’s worth it. If someone eventually notices.”
“You should save that line for Karina, sajang-nim.” she said and smoothed down the front of her skirt, voice a little softer than before. “She’s the one getting the flower, after all.”
Wasn’t a jab, not really. Under that teasing edge, there was something else, something unspoken. You looked at her to try and catch it but it was too late, Yoon-Ah was already stepping past you and walking toward the studio entrance like nothing had happened. You adjusted your grip on the bouquet and followed.
The studio door shut behind you with a loud click, muffling the city noise outside. Inside, everything was bright, cinematic. Spotlights humming, stylists moving quickly, racks of clothing everywhere. You and Yoon-Ah walked past the staff, bowing and greeting. They led you near the center and there she was.
aespa’s Karina
She was kneeling in front of the green screen, her unique plaid dress hugged her perfectly at the waist. Her hair was sleek, falling down in front of one shoulder leaving the other bare. A leather jacket was slipping down her arms. Everything she wore just looked so effortlessly beautiful and expensive.
“We just started twenty minutes ago, sajang-nim. Sorry for making you wait like this.” a staff member spoke up.
“Ahh, no... It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. You guys are working hard.”
The camera shuttered again. Karina shifted to lie on her stomach, legs in the air, the dress riding up just slightly as she propped her chin on her hand. The pose looked casual but you knew how precise every tilt of her head was. She looked great in everything.
“Cut!” the photographer said out loud. “That’s beautiful, everyone! Let’s take a break and reset the lighting for the next setup.”
Karina pushed herself up slowly, movements pretty even off camera as she soon moved with her team to her waiting room. You and Yoon-Ah followed a staff member there but stopped almost instantly when you got there. That moment, you suddenly felt Yoon-Ah’s intense turning to you from the side, sharp and intense, but she stayed silent.
The moment you got to Karina’s waiting room, her eyes almost twitched into an eye smile as she saw you, like she hadn’t expected to see you today but was definitely glad you came. Then it was gone as she quickly blinked and turned to her staff member to say something about her makeup. Next to you, Yoon-Ah shifted her weight and crossed her arms.
“You’re staring...”
“What?”
“I said…” her tone got low. “I said you’re staring, sajang-nim.”
"No, I'm not." you raised an eyebrow, confused.
"Yes, you were."
"Okay...? I'm gonna go say hi to her then."
Karina’s gaze flicked to as you approached, her expression turned softer before flashing you a gentle smile.
“Hi, Karina-ssi.” you bowed politely, extending the bouquet toward her with both hands.
“Ah- hi, sajang-nim.” she smiled brightly, standing up quickly to bow back. “It’s really great to see you here today.”
“You’ve been working so hard. I honestly still can’t believe our company landed a deal with you.”
“No, no. It’s really my honour. Thank you so much, sajang-nim.” she smiled looking down at the bouquet, cheeks dusted with light pink. “But I think your clothing just makes me look good, sajang-nim. I really love your designs.”
“No, really. You look really beautiful, like AI. It’s… uh, I can't even describe, honestly.”
Karina laughed quietly as she swayed side to side slightly. “You shouldn’t say things like that so casually, sajang-nim.”
“I’m only just saying the truth, Karina-ssi.”
The two of you fell into an easy conversation like always as the staff stepped out one by one. You were no strangers to each other, having talked a few times before at some events before she modeled for your company.
“I’m actually a big fan of aespa.” you admitted shyly. “Have been for a while.”
Karina lit up, genuine as she tiptoed slightly at the mention of it. “Really?”
What started as casual pleasantries stretched out into a few minutes of relaxed, uninterrupted talking. She laughed when you made dumb jokes, you smiled when she said the jacket you designed actually made her feel cooler than she actually was.
In the middle of it, Karina’s eyes flicked around the room subtly and the remaining of her staff spread out naturally. You were slightly confused at first with how silent the room’d turned but still concentrated on Karina as she stepped closer, her voice dropping so low to make sure that only you could hear. She gently tiptoed up, her perfume finally arrived at your nose.
From a small distance, a certain someone was watching. Yoon-Ah stood just far enough not to hear a word but close enough to see everything. The way Karina smiled up at you, the way you looked back - relaxed, flattered and warm. The way she suddenly handed you her phone so suddenly for some reason. Your secretary didn't move and just stood there, rooted to the floor with fists clenched slightly tigher than usual that her knuckles almost went white. And Karina hadn’t even crossed any lines. She wasn’t being arrogant. She was sweet, polite, even shy.
She wasn't jealous. No, you and Yoon-Ah weren't a thing. But why did it feel like she was being left behind? She wondered if this was her fault for pulling you in just close enough to only push you away whenever she wanted to? Were you trying to get back at her for what’d happened in the car? That's the first pay back she'd seen from you, ever since this whole 'thing' started. And maybe it affected her more than she'd ever admitted.
Whatever it was, she absolutely despised it. You, obviously, had no idea what Yoon-Ah was thinking, or that she was even looking. You were still dazed, trying to process reality. Now, Yoon-Ah’d had enough. She tried to wait for the heat in her chest to settle, her nails dug crescent moons into her palm but her expressions stayed calm. With steady steps, she approached, heels clicking softly against the studio floor.
“Photos together for our social media, sajang-nim.”
You turned at the sound of her voice, startled. Karina straightened too, her smile still lingering but a teeny bit more cautious now. Yoon-Ah didn’t even glance at Karina. Her eyes were only on you. And her smile? Impeccable. Cold.
There was a distinct shift in the air, one only Yoon-Ah seemed to feel. Karina stood a little too close to you during the photos, her arm brushing yours once or twice. She laughed softly as she posed with the bouquet you’d given her earlier. Every moment made Yoon-Ah’s inside burn even more with something strange she refused to admit.
Karina eventually returned to her photoshoot, her gaze drifting toward you a few more times before the set moved on. You and Yoon-Ah stayed about thirty minutes longer, exchanging a few words with staff, pretending nothing had shifted. When it was time to leave, Yoon-Ah didn’t wait for you like she always did. She instantly turned and marched outside toward the car without a word, heels clicking furiously against the ground. You watched her from behind, already putting the pieces together in your head.
She reached the car first and didn’t wait for you to open the door for her like usual. Nope, she wasn’t that patient now. Instead, she yanked the door open herself and climbed in, slamming it shut with enough force to make someone passing by flinched. You sighed quietly and walked to the car with a smile. Slipping into the driver’s seat, you shut the door with far less drama than she had. The engine hummed to life, but for a moment, you didn’t even touch the steering wheel.
“You okay?”
Her arms were crossed, eyes fixed stubbornly out the window. Her silence said more than words could. You let the question hang there and stop a small laugh that was threatening to escape your lips.
“You look cute when you’re jealous.”
“I believe our schedule for the day is done, sajang-nim. Please drive me home.”
That made you smile wider, tilting your head just slightly so that you could annoy her a little more. Never too late for a little revenge.
“Please take me home, sajang-nim. Thank you.” she repeated, this time with even her tone lower and sharper.
“Yes, ma’am.”
You kept your eyes on the road at first, but you couldn’t help but smile just a little. Your grip on the steering wheel loosened as the pieces fell in place. You glanced sideways before looking ahead again. Maybe you’d understood part of the answer to the question you’d been asking yourself all these months:
Boredom doesn't seem to go away in the office. You think that one day you will get used to it, that day never comes. Slumped in your ergonomic chair, pretending to analyze quarterly reports while actually doomscrolling through an endless feed, you would give anything to shake things up in your life right now. Another Tuesday, another slow march towards the sweet release of 5 PM. Then your phone, lying screen-down on the desk amidst coffee rings and scattered pens, buzzes.
You barely register it. Probably just another Slack notification from accounting about the missing TPS reports, or a group chat exploding with irrelevant memes. You sigh, ready to silence it without looking.
But when you flip it over, it's not from accounting.
It's a DM.
There's a name.
And holy shit, not just any name. It's Karina. Yeah, the Karina. From Aespa. Except the contact isn't her stage name. It's the one you punched in years ago, still stubbornly saved under her actual name: Jimin. That old, familiar ache, that weird nostalgic flutter, tightens in your chest. Suddenly, you're not staring at sales projections; you're seventeen again, a sweaty, nervous wreck on some sun-baked summer sidewalk, every fiber of your being screaming just kiss her, you idiot, just do it, while you probably mumble something about the weather.
You blink, hard, because this makes zero sense. You haven't spoken to her for years. And the way it ended… a full-on, no-explanation ghosting after that spectacularly cursed attempt at a hookup. What a fucked day.
It wasn't even like you actually did anything. You didn't even get that far. You’d just managed to get her clothes off, lips still slick from making out, hands trembling as you lifted her onto your lap on that beat-up couch. The second your dick came out, she just… panicked. Froze up like she’d just seen a goddamn monster crawl out of your jeans. She let out this shaky, nervous laugh, mumbled something about a curfew she’d totally forgotten. But you know. Oh, you know exactly what it is. The sheer, improbable size of it. That sick, familiar twist in your gut as you realize it has happened again. You weren't even fully hard yet. Doesn’t matter.
She ran. Bolts like the place is on fire.
You can’t even really blame her (okay, maybe a little). You're always the weird, skinny dude, the one people probably figure is packing an innie until proven otherwise. And Karina (Jimin, back then), she has this effortless cool-girl vibe that just makes your brain short-circuit whenever she so much as glances your way for too longl. You try, so fucking hard, not to fall for her. Fail. Spectacularly. And then that one chance, your one shot to escape the friendzone, gets instantly demoted to a horror story she probably now dishes to her bandmates between grueling dance practices and sold-out stadium shows.
Except… she's actually messaging you. Right now.
hey
it’s been a while huh?
You jolt upright in your chair so fast your colleague in the next cubicle peers over the divider with a raised eyebrow. Her profile pic is pure idol perfection: full glam, hair in those impossibly soft, expensive-looking waves, eyes that are somehow both icy and flirty. This isn't Jimin anymore. This is Karina of Aespa, a literal K-pop goddess. The kind of woman entire nations fantasize about from behind their phone screens, and she’s DMing you, a random office drone, like you’d just casually bumped into her at a 7/11.
i was thinking about you the other day
kinda random but i’d like to catch up
you free this weekend?
No emojis. No awkward apologies or explanations. Just straight to it, like those six years of absolute silence haven't even happened.
Your chest feels tight, but not in a bad way. More like a champagne bottle about to pop. A million questions scream in your head, why now? what the hell is this about? but your thumbs are already a blur across the screen:
yeah
just tell me when and where
The typing bubble appears, blinks, disappears, then reappears. Teasing you. You wonder if she remembers. That night. That… thing about you. She has to. No way she’s forgotten something like that. Maybe she thinks you’ve… grown into it? Learned to manage it better? Maybe she's curious to see.
Then:
okay :)
I’ll send the details soon
looking forward to it
You stare at your phone screen long after her name vanishes, the glow of the monitor reflecting in your wide eyes. The phantom sensation of her weight, her presence, still echoes in your lap like a deeply ingrained muscle memory. The way she has of making any room, any space, subtly bend around her. The way you used to bend around her, orbiting like a damn fool, just waiting for her to look your way and actually mean it.
And now, impossibly, she's looking again.
—
The address pops up just after noon, no preamble. Just a pin-drop in Gangnam with a bar name you don’t recognize (some sleek little English mashup that screams exclusivity), the kind of place influencers pretend to discover and rich people keep quiet about. You Google it anyway. The front’s barely labeled, no neon sign, just this faint etched logo over heavy black glass doors, like you’re supposed to already know where it is. One of those underground cocktail lounges, dim and expensive and deliberately vague.
Of course she’d pick somewhere like this.
You get there ten minutes early, which feels both desperate and practical. The room’s all moody lighting and brass. Like stepping into a perfume ad: everything smells expensive. Candles flicker in tiny glass jars at each low table, and there’s jazz playing, soft but rhythmic. You start scanning the booths, heart ticking like a countdown, nervous in a way that feels kind of humiliating. You're not in high school anymore.
But then you see her.
She's in a corner booth, half-shadowed by one of those gold-bar dividers. Hair down, silky black and parted to the side, soft curls kissing her collarbones. She's dressed like she knew exactly how this would go: long-legged, crossed at the knee, thighs poured into a leather mini-skirt that barely creases when she moves. A sheer black blouse with little sparkly threadwork running through it like constellations, the fabric so thin it flirts with the curves of her bra underneath. Not scandalous. Not vulgar. Just perfectly engineered to hold your gaze. One hand’s around her drink, some golden thing in a faceted crystal glass, and the other’s thumbing her phone like she’s half-focused, tapping fast. She looks up just once—sees you.
Smiles.
“Wow,” she says as you approach, rising halfway, fingers brushing your wrist as she gestures for you to sit across from her. “You really came.”
“Of course I did,” you say, but your voice is almost inaudible. You clear your throat and try again. “Jimin.”
Her eyes widen just slightly. The smile twitches. Not fake, just surprised. “Haven’t heard that in a while.”
“Still your name, right?”
“It is,” she says, sitting back down, crossing her legs the other way, and you catch the flash of glossy black boots under the table, knee-high, sharp-heeled, definitely not made for walking. “Only a few people still get to use it though.”
You slide into the seat across from her, still trying not to stare, but fuck it’s hard. She’s… glowy. Confident in a way that makes you feel like you’re dressed wrong even though you picked this outfit twice and stood in the mirror trying poses before heading out. She doesn’t need to try, doesn’t need to check the mirror; she knows what she’s doing. Every part of her outfit, her body language, the tone of her laughter, it’s all loaded like performance, but smoother. Natural. She's grown into it. Into this idol thing.
You’re still staring when she lifts her glass toward you.
“Drink?” she offers. “First one’s on me.”
“You paying?” you ask, raising a brow.
“For sure,” she says, grinning. “This idol thing pays well.”
A waiter materializes like magic. She orders another of whatever she’s having, something citrusy with gin, you catch the word yuzu, and you mutter your preference like it matters. It’s one of those bars where they probably judge you for ordering a beer.
“Damn,” you say after a beat, glancing at her with a crooked smile. “So this is your idea of casual now?”
She shrugs, sips. “This is how I dress when I want someone to look at me.”
You swallow hard. “It’s working.”
There’s a beat. A silence that stretches long enough for your drink to arrive. Her eyes never leave yours.
“You’re still such a flirt,” she says, amused. “But you’ve mellowed out. You used to be way more nervous.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely panicking inside,” you admit, taking a sip that burns and soothes at the same time. “I just got better at hiding it.”
She laughs, and the sound is all warm honey. It hits some buried part of you, it fucks with you.
“So how’ve you been?” she asks, smoothing a hand over her thigh. “Besides taller, obviously.”
You snort. “You’re still taller than me.”
“By this much,” she says, holding two fingers apart. “And the boots.”
“Even without the boots.”
“Some things don’t change.”
You both sip. And then the reminiscing begins. You start talking about school, about mutual friends, about the time you both got high and watched bad dramas all night, quoting lines and making each other laugh so hard she snorted kimchi soup out of her nose. She acts scandalized when you bring that up.
“I told you never to mention that again,” she groans, burying her face in her hand.
“And yet here we are.”
“Blackmail. That’s what this is.”
The drinks keep coming. You’re halfway through your third when you notice she keeps checking her phone. Quick glances. A tap here and there. She’s not scrolling for fun, no, it’s deliberate. Controlled. You figure it must be work. Maybe her manager checking in. Maybe something about her schedule. It doesn’t seem suspicious at first. You’re too busy watching the way her lips wrap around her straw, how her hand drapes over the rim of her glass, fingers tapping idly. You wonder how many guys have sat across from her like this, thinking maybe this time I get to take her home.
You’re not even sure what this is. Is it a catch-up? A date? Just nostalgia? But she invited you. She dressed like this. She's been holding eye contact like it’s a game. You’re buzzed now, not sloppy, just loose enough to lean in, resting your chin on your hand.
“You remember,” you say softly, “That time you were at my house and we kissed?”
Jimin looks up. Caught off guard. But not embarrassed. Her smile is smaller this time. Realer.
“Of course I do,” she murmurs. “You tasted like lemon soda.”
“You ran. You ran before we could... You know.”
“I had a panic attack,” she says, surprisingly blunt. “Didn’t even realize it until I was halfway down the street. I thought it was… I don’t know. Too much.”
“Was it because of me?”
She’s quiet. Her eyes dip to her drink. Then her phone buzzes again. She glances at it. This time her face changes (just a flicker). A subtle switch behind her eyes. Something has clicked.
“No,” she says finally, meeting your gaze again. “It wasn’t you. Not really. And I really, really want to redeem myself with you.”
But she doesn’t explain. Just downs the rest of her drink in one go and flags the waiter for another.
You mean to press more. To ask what that meant. But before you can, her phone buzzes one more time. She doesn’t check it. Just flips it over, screen-down. And leans forward with a little smile, as if she’s about to say something intimate, something she’s been holding in for a while. Her fingers trail along the rim of your glass, close but not quite touching yours.
Then she says: “Hey. You trust me, right?”
You say it without hesitation. Maybe it's the alcohol humming in your bloodstream or the way she's looking at you; clear, serious, a softness in her expression that strips away the glamor and shows just a little of the girl you remember. “Yeah,” you murmur, letting the word settle in your throat, simple and solid. “I trust you.”
That’s all she needs. Her eyes flicker like she’s confirming something to herself, then her fingers swipe across her phone, firing off a text with no explanation. You catch the little smirk at the corner of her lips, not playful, not cruel… something more satisfied. Purposeful. She slides her phone back into her clutch and stands, straightening the hem of her skirt. Her legs look even longer when she moves. The heel of her boot clicks once on the floor.
“Come on,” she says, brushing a hand lightly over your shoulder as she walks past you. “There’s a car waiting.”
You follow, blinking through the slow haze of three drinks and a thousand unspoken thoughts. Outside, it’s colder than you expect, the air sharp against your cheeks, but the car is there, sleek and black, window-tinted with the kind of purr you associate with rich people and K-drama antagonists. The driver doesn’t ask your name. Just opens the door.
You slide in after her, trying not to let your thigh brush hers too hard even though she’s made no effort to keep distance. Inside the car, the seats smell like leather and faint perfume. Karina settles in beside you, adjusting the strap of her bag, checking her lipstick in the reflection of her phone screen. She catches you looking.
“What?” she asks, amusement in her tone, head tilting.
“Where are we going?”
She leans back, one knee brushing yours, fingers sliding into her hair like she’s trying to undo the tension at her scalp. “To an apartment. Somewhere we can actually talk without everyone staring. Somewhere more comfortable.”
“Is it yours?”
She shrugs, teasing. “Partially.”
“Must be nice.”
“You’ve got no idea,” she grins, and then something flickers behind her eyes again, calmer now, more vulnerable. “I meant what I said back there. About redeeming myself.”
You glance at her. Her knees are still crossed, hands folded loosely in her lap. She’s not fidgeting. She looks totally in control. But her voice is quieter now, measured.
“I really fucked up back then,” she says. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. But I know I did. You probably felt… rejected.”
You hesitate. Then nod. “Yeah. I did.”
She turns slightly toward you, just enough to face you head-on. “And I get it now. It wasn’t just me walking out—it was me making you feel like something was wrong with you. Like you were some freak.”
You don’t say anything. The car’s too quiet. The engine hums beneath you, smooth, and the city lights flicker through tinted windows. You focus on her words, the precision of them, the way she’s not sugarcoating any of it.
“I used to think everything had to be this perfect fantasy,” she continues. “And I wasn’t ready for something real. I wasn’t ready for… you.”
You exhale slowly. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Okay,” she says, "but I still want to make it right.”
The rest of the ride passes in that charged silence, the kind that isn't awkward but thick with implication, like something's about to tip. You’re not entirely sure what you expected when she messaged you, but this? This is surreal. You're tipsy and hot under your collar, knees bouncing slightly, wondering if you should be nervous, or excited, or both.
You settle on both.
The car slows in front of a tall, anonymous building with glass that reflects too cleanly to be anything short of expensive. A valet greets her with a nod. You follow her inside, past a lobby that smells like orchids and designer soap. The elevator is silent, smooth, rising so fast it barely registers.
When the doors open, she leads you into an apartment that looks more like a photoshoot set than somewhere someone actually lives. Polished hardwood floors, ambient recessed lighting, modern furniture in sharp angles and plush velvet textures. There’s a huge floor-to-ceiling window spilling moonlight across the living room, and a minibar tucked beside a long black couch. She moves through it like she’s done this a hundred times before.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she says, stepping behind the bar and reaching for bottles you can’t even pronounce. “Shoes off, if you want. The floor’s heated.”
You toe your sneakers off and sink into the couch, running your hand over the fabric absently. Your head's spinning a little now, and it’s not just the alcohol. It’s her. It’s the fact that she brought you here, into this private space, dressed like a fantasy and saying everything anyone would like to hear. The lines are blurred and blurring further.
She turns back with one glass, something crystalline and amber glowing under the lights. She hands one to you with a smile.
“What is it?” you ask, sniffing it. It smells like honey and something herbal.
“Something special,” she says, settling beside you on the couch. “It’s got a little kick. But it’ll help you… relax. Feel good. Get in the mood.”
You blink. “Get in the mood?”
Her smile doesn’t falter. “For tonight. For me. Just drink.”
You hesitate, but only for a second. You're already floating. Her thigh is pressed to yours now, warm through the thin fabric of your pants. You take a sip. It's smoother than expected, sweet at first, then biting, like cinnamon chased with a punch of something foreign. Your body responds immediately, heat blooming in your chest, your arms, your thighs.
“Strong,” you say, wincing as you go for a second sip.
“Mmhm,” she hums. “But you’ll feel amazing.”
Your skin starts to prickle, not uncomfortably. Just... heightened. Like everything is vibrating a little faster than it should. Your fingers twitch. You glance at her. Her pupils are wide, lips parted just slightly as she watches you drink.
You set the glass down, heart beating a little too fast now. “What’s in it?”
“Something that’s gonna make tonight unforgettable,” she murmurs, leaning in to brush her lips just below your jaw. Not a kiss, just a graze. “And I’ve got a surprise.”
Your pulse thumps. “Another one?”
She stands again, smooth and sudden, stepping across the room and pulling her phone from her clutch. She types something. A long message. Sends it.
Then she turns to face you again, hair tumbling over her shoulder, eyes dark and gleaming.
“They’re almost here,” she says.
You blink. “They?”
Karina approaches you again and sits on your lap, settling her weight fully onto your thighs. It's instant fire. Her warmth seeps through your pants, directly against the hardness already straining there, a painful, thrilling pressure. Her hands find your shoulders, fingers digging in just slightly, claiming the space.
"So," she starts, leaning closer, her breath ghosting over your ear. "About... that night. My little freakout."
You swallow, eyes locked on the curve of her neck, the faint pulse beating there.
"You're not the only one who knows about... well. Your impressive little toy downstairs."
A blush creeps up your neck. Toy? Little? It feels anything but little right now, jammed against her ass.
"W-what? Who else—"
"Shhh," she cuts you off, a finger tapping your lips. "No need to be ashamed. Not anymore. In fact..." Her lips curve into that slow, knowing smile you saw downstairs, the one that felt like she held all the cards. "It kinda got... rushed straight into my friend group."
Heat flares through you, hotter than the alcohol buzz. The drink, whatever it is, makes everything feel ten times more intense. Your cock gives a hard throb against her, impossible to hide.
"I... I don't think I get it, Jimin," you stammer out, feeling small under her gaze, even though she's the one practically draped over you.
"You will," she murmurs. "Soon. Very soon."
Right on cue, a crisp ding-dong echoes through the apartment. The doorbell.
Karina lifts herself off your lap with infuriating grace, smoothing down her skirt. The sudden absence of her weight makes your erection ache. She glances towards the door, then back at you, a quick, almost apologetic flicker in her eyes before it's replaced by resolve.
"Showtime," she mouths, then turns and strides towards the entrance.
The lock clicks. The heavy door swings inward. And suddenly, the spacious living room feels crowded. Three figures step inside, bringing a wave of expensive perfume and overwhelming presence. Towering over Karina, towering over you.
Wonyoung is first, draped in a long, dramatic beige trench coat that swamps her frame but somehow still looks regal. Her expression is pure, unfiltered impatience, lips pursed into a perfect pout. Beside her, Yuna practically spills out of a tiny black leather tube top and matching micro-skirt, fishnets snaking up her long legs, a predatory grin already fixed on you. And then there's Sullyoon, looking almost angelic in a white lace corset top and ridiculously short pleated skirt, but her wide, curious eyes dart nervously between you, Karina, and Wonyoung, clutching a small designer handbag. They’re all impossibly beautiful. And impossibly tall.
You just swallow, hard, sinking back into the plush velvet of the couch. Your brain short-circuits. Four K-pop goddesses. In the same room. Looking at you.
"Finally," Wonyoung mutters, tapping an expensively manicured finger against her arm, not even bothering to hide her irritation. "Took long enough."
Karina closes the door, turning back to the group, her hostess smile firmly in place, though you see the slight tension in her shoulders. "Girls, this is the guy I was talking about. You... probably already know who they are, right?" she directs the last part at you, a weak attempt at normalcy.
You nod dumbly, unable to form words.
Wonyoung's sharp eyes rake over you, from your hair down to your feet. A dismissive little sniff escapes her.
"Huh. You're even smaller in person," she remarks, sounding unimpressed. She glances sharply at Karina. "Are you sure about this, Jimin?"
Karina nods quickly. "Yes. Positive."
Wonyoung just hums, unconvinced. Then, with fluid nonchalance, she reaches up and undoes the belt of her trench coat. The fabric falls open. Underneath, she's wearing nothing but a scandalous black lace lingerie set; push-up bra showcasing perfect cleavage, matching high-waisted panties emphasizing her tiny waist and long legs, held up by intricate garter straps. She absolutely came prepared. Your mouth goes dry.
Karina turns back to you, offering a hand. "Come on, stand up."
Your legs feel shaky. The bulge in your pants is painfully obvious now, throbbing in time with the frantic beat in your chest. You take her hand, letting her pull you to your feet. You feel like a child standing among them.
Wonyoung's gaze flicks down to your crotch, then back up, a flicker of something – interest? Disdain? – in her eyes. "Did he already drink?” she asks Karina, nodding towards the empty glass on the coffee table.
"Yep. All of it," Karina confirms.
Your head snaps towards Karina, sudden alarm cutting through the horny haze. "Drink what? What are you talking about?"
Karina laughs nervously, waving a dismissive hand. "Oh, it's nothing serious! Just a little something... to help you keep up. You know." She gestures vaguely at the three other women staring at you. "Four girls is no joke, right? Need stamina!"
"You... you literally drugged me?"
“Drugging is a very strong word!” she retorts, laughing nervously. “Look at you, conscious and healthy! What you drank was just an aphrodisiac, totally harmless.. and natural too.”
Yuna lets out a delighted giggle, covering her mouth with perfectly painted nails. "Aw, look at him. He's finally catching on!"
"Is... is what I think is going to happen... actually going to happen?" you ask Karina.
Wonyoung steps forward, silencing Karina before she can answer. She stops right in front of you, close enough you can smell the sweet, powdery scent of her skin beneath the perfume.
"If what you're thinking," Wonyoung states, her tone flat and bored, "is that you're about to get used like a personal dildo by four incredibly hot girls who are way out of your league... then yes. You are absolutely right."
Your breath hitches. Before you can process, Wonyoung gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. Immediately, Yuna and Sullyoon are flanking you. Strong hands grip your arms, surprisingly firm. Yuna's touch is confident, almost playful; Sullyoon's is hesitant but locks on tight. You flinch, trying instinctively to pull away, a pathetic little struggle.
"Hey, relax," Karina says quickly, stepping closer, her expression pleading. "Just... go with it. It'll be fun."
Fun? Your head is spinning, your body is on fire, and four idols are manhandling you after drugging you. But fuck, the dominant way Wonyoung is looking at you, the hungry glint in Yuna's eyes, even Sullyoon's wide-eyed curiosity... it's terrifyingly hot.
Wonyoung reaches out, her long fingers landing on the button of your jeans. Her touch is cool, deliberate.
"Alright," she announces, her gaze fixed on your crotch. "Let's see if Jimin was telling the truth, or if she just has a really weird memory of high school dick."
Her fingers work quickly, expertly. The button pops. The zipper slides down. Before you can even react, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and boxers together and yanks them down past your hips, down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles.
Your cock springs free, fully, violently hard. It bounces heavily against your lower belly, thick and veiny and flushed a deep, angry red from the drug and the sheer, overwhelming arousal. Ten and a half inches of raw, improbable meat jutting out from your otherwise skinny frame.
Yuna gasps, her eyes widening comically. Sullyoon makes a tiny choking sound, her grip tightening on your arm as her gaze locks onto it, mesmerized. Even Karina lets out a soft, breathy sound, her eyes glued to your erection.
"Wow," Karina whispers, sounding genuinely awed. "Okay... maybe it is even bigger than I remembered."
Only Wonyoung remains utterly impassive. Her face is a mask of cool appraisal, like she's judging a piece of art. Or livestock. She studies it for a long moment, then, without warning, her hand closes around the base. Her grip is strong, cool. She gives it a few slow, deliberate strokes, thumb pressing firmly against the thick vein running down the shaft.
A strangled moan escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your hips buck involuntarily.
"Is this it?" Wonyoung asks coolly, still stroking, her eyes meeting yours. "Is this fully hard? Or does it get bigger?"
"Y-yes," you gasp out, eyes squeezed shut. "That's... that's it."
Wonyoung stops stroking. She clicks her tongue. "Hm. Well then." She looks directly at Karina, her expression hardening. "We have a problem."
She bends slightly, reaching into an inner pocket of her fallen trench coat. You tense, wondering what the hell she's doing now. She straightens up holding... a sleek, metallic ruler.
"Wait, Wonyoung, are you seriously—" Karina starts, aghast.
"Of course I am," Wonyoung snaps, cutting her off. She kneels slightly, holding the ruler flat against the top side of your shaft, pressing the end firmly against your pubic bone. Her fingers are cold against your heated skin. You flinch, utterly humiliated, but Yuna and Sullyoon hold you fast. Wonyoung squints at the measurement.
"Ten... point five," she announces. She stands up straight, glaring daggers at Karina. "Ten and a half inches. You liar."
Karina shrinks back slightly. "What?"
"You told me," Wonyoung accuses, poking a finger towards Karina, "that it was bigger than my bodyguard's. You specifically said bigger than the bodyguard. He's twelve inches, Jimin! Twelve! This isn't even close!"
"I... I haven't seen it in years!" Karina defends herself frantically, blushing furiously. "It was dark, and it happened so fast! I was scared! It looked bigger back then, I swear! I thought it was enormous!"
Wonyoung rolls her eyes dramatically. "Disappointing. Utterly disappointing."
"Oh my god, Wonyoung, stop being so dramatic!" Yuna cuts in, finally letting go of your arm to reach down and cup your heavy balls possessively. Sullyoon mirrors her, her hesitant hand closing around the thick shaft just below Wonyoung's earlier grip. Their combined touch sends sparks through your system. "Who cares if it's not twelve inches? Look at this thing!" Yuna gives your balls a gentle squeeze. "It's still incredibly big. And so thick! We can have plenty of fun with this." Her eyes meet yours, hot and challenging. "Right? I'm already getting wet just holding him."
Sullyoon nods eagerly, running a tentative finger over the smooth head, her eyes wide with fascination. "Yeah, Wonyoung. It's... it's really amazing."
Wonyoung sighs, a long-suffering sound, but her eyes linger on the sheer girth of your cock, now being eagerly handled by the other two. "Fine," she concedes grudgingly. "It is impressively thick, I'll give you that. It might be good for something after all." She pauses, then pins Karina with a sharp look. "But you still lied. And liars need to be punished."
Karina swallows hard, nervousness flashing across her features again. "Punished? How?"
"You'll see," Wonyoung says cryptically. She turns her attention back to you, dismissing Karina entirely. "You. Finish taking off your clothes. Now. And get in the bedroom." She gestures vaguely towards a door down the hall. "I don't have all night."
Without waiting for a response, Wonyoung turns on her heel, her lingerie-clad form disappearing towards the indicated room, the trench coat abandoned on the floor.
Yuna leans in close, her hot breath fanning your ear. "You heard the princess. Hurry up," she whispers, then plants a quick, wet kiss on your cheek before releasing your balls and following Wonyoung.
Sullyoon gives your aching cock one last, surprisingly firm squeeze, her eyes flicking up to meet yours with a mixture of shyness and burgeoning excitement. Then she too lets go and scurries after the others, leaving you standing there alone in the middle of the luxurious living room.
Your pants are around your ankles, your shirt is still on, your monster erection is throbbing painfully in the open air, slick with pre-cum and the lingering touch of three different idols. Your head spins from the drug, the humiliation, the sheer terror, and the undeniable, overwhelming wave of horniness flooding your system. What the fuck just happened? And what the fuck happens next? You stand frozen, caught somewhere between wanting to run and wanting to crawl into that bedroom immediately. Obviously, driven by a total lack of shame and an unbearable horniness, combined with no sense of self-preservation, you choose the second option.
Fuck it. You kick off your fallen pants and boxers fully, leaving them in a pathetic heap on the expensive floor, and start walking towards the bedroom door Wonyoung vanished through. Your bare feet pad silently on the cool hardwood.
Karina falls into step beside you, her bare shoulder brushing your arm. You glance sideways at her, the mix of betrayal and horniness churning in your gut.
"You lied to me," you state. "The whole time. Downstairs. In the car."
She flinches slightly but keeps walking, her gaze fixed on the bedroom door ahead. "Okay, technically... maybe a little bit by omission?"
"A little bit?" you scoff, feeling a hysterical laugh bubble up. "You drugged me, Jimin! You set me up to be... to be some kind of human dildo for your idol friends!"
"Hey!" she protests, stopping for a second. "I did want to see you again. Honestly. That part wasn't a lie." She searches your face, her expression earnest, though it's hard to trust anything she says right now. "Things just got... complicated. And Wonyoung kinda insisted after I... might have mentioned you."
"Mentioned me? Or mentioned this?" you gesture vaguely downwards at your still stubbornly rigid cock.
"Both?" she offers weakly.
You shake your head, feeling dizzy again. "It's kinda hard to believe anything you say right now."
You reach the bedroom doorway and hesitate, peering inside. The room is huge, dominated by a massive bed with a dark grey headboard and way too many pillows. Soft light glows from hidden fixtures. Yuna and Sullyoon are near the foot of the bed, casually shedding their clothes. Yuna unhooks her leather top with a flourish, letting it drop to reveal a simple, strappy black bra that barely contains her curves. Sullyoon is more methodical, carefully folding her pleated skirt before unzipping the back of her lace corset, revealing matching white lace panties and a push-up bra that gives her an impressive silhouette. They’re both practically glowing with confidence, completely unbothered by your presence.
Karina gently pushes you forward, over the threshold. She reaches up and pulls her sheer blouse over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it onto a nearby armchair. Her bra is pale pink lace, elegant but functional, doing its best to support her surprisingly full, pale breasts. They swell invitingly over the delicate fabric, nipples visibly hard beneath the lace. You can't help but stare for a beat, remembering the feel of them pressed against your chest years ago.
She catches you looking and gives a small, self-conscious smile before starting to unzip her skirt. It slides down her legs, pooling around her knee-high boots before she finally takes them off. Underneath, she wears matching pink lace panties. "Your turn," she prompts, nodding towards your shirt. "Unless you want Wonyoung to rip it off you."
The thought is strangely appealing, but you comply, pulling your t-shirt over your head and tossing it vaguely towards hers. Now you're standing there in just your socks, utterly exposed.
"So..." you begin, looking between the four women, feeling incredibly out of place and ridiculously turned on. "What... uh... what happens now?"
"Now?" Wonyoung's drawl comes from the bed. You see her lounging against the pillows, still in her black lingerie, legs crossed, watching you with predatory amusement. "Now the fun begins, tiny."
Wonyoung slides off the bed with feline grace. Yuna and Sullyoon turn from their discarded clothes, their eyes immediately locking onto your cock again. Together, the three of them approach, moving with unnerving synchronicity. They stop a few feet away, then slowly, deliberately, sink to their knees in front of you. Three pairs of stunning eyes staring intently at your dick. It’s like some weird, terrifyingly hot religious ceremony.
Karina takes a step forward, starting to kneel beside them, but Wonyoung shoots her a look sharp enough to cut glass.
"Ah-ah," Wonyoung chides, clicking her tongue. "Not you. Not yet."
Karina freezes, her cheeks flushing slightly. She straightens up quickly, looking uncertain. After a moment's hesitation, she steps beside you instead, looping an arm comfortingly around your shoulders, pulling you slightly against her side. Her skin is warm. She leans in and presses a soft, quick kiss to your temple.
"Just breathe," she whispers, her lips brushing your ear. "Try to enjoy it?"
Enjoy it? Your heart is trying to beat its way out of your chest, but as Wonyoung reaches out, followed immediately by Yuna and Sullyoon, their hands hovering just inches from your shaft, a low groan rumbles in your chest.
Wonyoung's fingers, cool and clinical, land first. She wraps them around the base again, testing the weight, her thumb tracing the thick vein. Yuna goes straight for the head, her touch surprisingly bold as she wets a fingertip with her tongue and circles the sensitive tip, making you gasp. Sullyoon hesitates for only a second before tentatively cupping your heavy balls, her touch feather-light at first, then growing firmer as she seems to gain confidence.
"Holy shit," Yuna breathes out, her eyes wide as she keeps teasing the head of your cock. "It's like... holding a fucking baseball bat. But, like, a really nice, warm baseball bat."
Sullyoon giggles nervously, her fingers exploring the taut skin of your scrotum. "It doesn't even look real up close. How does this even fit on someone?"
Wonyoung ignores them, focusing her attention on the shaft, running her other hand slowly up and down its length, mapping the texture, the heat. "Forget the length," she murmurs, almost to herself. "The girth on this thing... Now this is interesting." She squeezes slightly, eliciting another strangled sound from you. "Definitely something to work with."
Karina's arm tightens around your shoulders, a silent signal of... support? Apology? Shared anticipation? You can barely think straight, trapped between her comforting presence and the overwhelming sensation of three gorgeous idols worshipping your freakishly large dick like it's the eighth wonder of the world. Your knees feel weak, the room spins gently, and all you can focus on is the heat building low in your belly, spiraling outwards from their exploring hands.
Wonyoung maintains her grip on the base, anchoring you, while her tongue makes slow, deliberate laps around the thickest part of the shaft, pressing hard. It's methodical, almost analytical, but feels incredible. Yuna, giggling, dives lower, taking one of your heavy balls fully into her mouth, sucking strongly while her other hand playfully squeezes its twin. You cry out, hips jerking, hands clenching into fists at your sides. Sullyoon, seeming to take her cue from Yuna, mimics the action on your other ball, her technique less practiced but no less enthusiastic, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.
"Mmmph," Yuna hums around your ball, her eyes sparkling up at you. "So salty. You taste good."
Sullyoon nods vigorously, her mouth still full.
Karina's arm tightens around your shoulders. You can feel the slight tremor running through her. "God," she breathes out, her gaze fixed on the scene below. "Look at them..."
Wonyoung lifts her head slightly, her lips glistening. "Alright, girls, new plan." Her tone is all business, but there's a dark spark in her eyes. "I need him really wet. Like, dripping. Slobber him up properly. I have plans for all that lube later."
Yuna pulls off your ball with a wet pop. "Ooh, bossy Wonyoung! My favorite!" She winks, then immediately latches onto the mid-shaft, sucking hard and deep, making deliberately sloppy noises. "You want drool? You got drool, princess!"
Sullyoon, blushing furiously but clearly eager to please, releases your other ball and joins Yuna on the shaft, her mouth smaller but working just as diligently, their tongues occasionally bumping. It's a hot, messy tangle of lips and saliva coating your straining cock.
Wonyoung watches them for a second, a critical glint in her eyes, before lowering her head again, her tongue darting out to flick teasingly at the sensitive underside, right where the shaft meets your balls. You groan, head tipping back against Karina's shoulder.
"Oh my god," Karina whispers, her own breathing quickening. She leans her cheek against your hair. "Are you... are you okay? Are you enjoying this?"
Is she serious? Your brain is soup, your body is humming like a live wire, and three of the most beautiful women on the planet are tag-teaming your dick like it owes them money.
"F-fuck," you manage to gasp out, legs trembling. "Y-yes? Maybe? God, Jimin, it's..." You can't finish. Another wave of pleasure crashes over you as Yuna somehow manages to take even more of you into her throat, her hand pumping the base in time with her sucking. Pre-cum beads thickly at the tip, immediately licked away by Sullyoon's inquisitive tongue.
"He likes it!" Sullyoon announces proudly through a mouthful of spit and dick.
"Course he likes it, dummy," Yuna retorts, pulling back just enough to talk. "Look at him! Leaking like a faucet already. We're doing a great job making him nice and slippery for Wonyoung's mysterious plans." She gives Wonyoung a suggestive look.
Wonyoung just smirks, her tongue still tracing lazy circles near your balls. "Focus, Yuna. More spit. Less talk."
"Yes, ma'am!" Yuna salutes mockingly, then dives back in, somehow managing to sound even wetter this time. Sullyoon follows suit, their combined efforts painting your cock in thick, glistening ropes of saliva. The wet sucking sounds fill the room, punctuated by your helpless moans and the occasional giggle from Yuna or encouragement from Karina.
"Damn," Karina murmurs again, her fingers tightening on your shoulder. "You really are... something else." She sounds genuinely impressed, and maybe a little turned on herself. You feel a bead of sweat trickle down your temple, the heat in the room, or maybe just in your own body, becoming almost unbearable. This is insane. It's degrading. It's terrifying.
And fuck, you hope they don't stop anytime soon.
"More," Wonyoung demands, her own mouth leaving your balls for a moment to issue the order. "I want him practically drowning in it. Yuna, Sullyoon, don't be shy with the spit."
Yuna grins wickedly around your shaft. "You hear that, Sullyoonie? Permission to be absolutely disgusting!" She pulls back slightly, gathers saliva in her mouth (you can literally hear it) and then leans in, letting a thick, clear stream drizzle directly onto the head of your cock. It mixes with the pre-cum already leaking there, creating a pearly mess. "How's that, boss?"
"Better," Wonyoung approves, nodding slightly. She then looks pointedly at Sullyoon. "Your turn."
Sullyoon hesitates for only a split second, blushing scarlet, before copying Yuna. Her spit is maybe a little less voluminous, but she makes up for it with enthusiasm, adding another layer of wetness. You groan loudly, bucking against their mouths as the warm liquid coats you. It feels unbelievably degrading and yet insanely hot.
"Oh my god, they're actually spitting on it," Karina whispers beside you, sounding both horrified and utterly captivated. "Is that... does that feel okay?"
"F-Feels..." you gasp, trying to catch your breath. "Feels fucking weird! Good weird! Fuck!"
"Language," Wonyoung chides absently, though she doesn't sound genuinely annoyed. She seems focused on the task at hand. She uses her fingers to smear the combined spit and pre-cum all over the shaft, ensuring every inch is glistening under the soft bedroom lights. "See? Nice and slick. Almost ready."
"Ready for what?" Yuna asks playfully, her tongue now lapping up the excess spit near the base, her cheeks puffed out. "You gonna use him as a slip-n-slide?"
Wonyoung ignores her. "Tip duty. Both of you," she commands Yuna and Sullyoon.
They obey instantly. Sullyoon’s smaller tongue darts out, carefully tracing the ridge of the corona, while Yuna goes straight for the slit, flicking her tongue rapidly over the hypersensitive opening, drawing out even more pre-cum. Their tongues brush, slide over each other, working in tandem to worship the very head of your cock. It’s an agonizingly precise torture.
"Mmm, look how much pre-cum he's making," Sullyoon murmurs, her eyes wide with fascination. "It tastes good."
"Told ya," Yuna slurps, managing to get her lips around the entire glans for a moment, sucking hard before releasing it with another wet pop. "He's like a leaky faucet of man-juice. Keep licking, Sullyoon, let's make it nice and shiny."
They continue their ministrations, tongues swirling, lapping, occasionally flicking out to catch stray drips running down the shaft. Wonyoung watches critically, occasionally adding a guiding touch with her finger or a low hum of approval. Karina is practically vibrating beside you now, her hand gripping your shoulder tightly, her knuckles white. You can feel her shallow, rapid breaths against your neck.
The combined stimulation is relentless. Your toes curl, your back arches off the floor slightly, supported only by Karina's arm. A high-pitched whine escapes your throat. You feel dangerously close, the pressure building low and deep, coiling tight in your balls.
Just as you think you might actually lose it, Wonyoung gives a sharp nod. "Okay. Enough."
Yuna and Sullyoon pull back simultaneously, leaving your cock absolutely drenched, glistening obscenely, thick ropes of saliva and pre-cum dripping onto the floor. It stands there, twitching slightly, impossibly hard and looking utterly debauched.
Wonyoung leans back on her heels, surveying their handiwork with a critical eye. A small, satisfied smirk touches her lips. "Acceptable," she declares finally. Then, her gaze shifts, sharp and imperious, landing squarely on Karina, who is still holding you up, looking flushed and breathless from watching.
"Karina," Wonyoung commands, her tone leaving no room for argument. "On your knees. Now.”
Karina practically beams, relief washing over her face as she drops eagerly to her knees before you, eyes fixed on your glistening, spit-slicked cock. She clearly thinks it’s finally her turn, leaning forward slightly, lips parting in anticipation. Oh, how wrong she is.
Wonyoung watches her kneel with a predatory stillness, letting the hope bloom on Karina’s face for a torturous second before shattering it.
"What do you think you're doing?" Wonyoung asks, her tone deceptively soft.
Karina blinks, confused. "I'm... you told me to kneel?" Her gaze flickers towards your cock, then back to Wonyoung, clearly expecting the order to suck.
"Yes. Kneel for your punishment," Wonyoung corrects coolly. "For lying to me about the merchandise." She gestures towards your erection with a flick of her wrist. "You don't get to taste it yet. First, you pay the price for exaggerating."
Karina's hopeful expression evaporates, replaced by wide-eyed confusion, then dawning fear. "Punishment? Wait, what—"
Beside her, Yuna claps a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Sullyoon tries to stifle a giggle behind her hand, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. They clearly knew this was coming.
"H-how... how are you going to punish me?" Karina stammers, looking genuinely scared now.
Wonyoung's lips curl into a cruel, slow smile. "With this," she declares, and before Karina can react, Wonyoung reaches out, her hand closing firmly around the base of your thick, dripping cock. She lifts it slightly, like she’s hefting a weapon. Then, with a swift, deliberate motion, she swings it sideways, slapping the wet, heavy shaft right across Karina’s cheek.
The sound is shockingly loud, wet and fleshy. Karina cries out, head snapping to the side from the impact, a bright red mark instantly blooming on her pale skin, smeared with your spit and pre-cum.
Yuna and Sullyoon absolutely lose it, bursting into loud laughter, clutching each other for support.
"Oh my god! She actually did it!" Yuna howls between giggles.
Wonyoung ignores them, her focus entirely on Karina’s stunned, reddening face. "Rule number one, Jimin: Don't bullshit me about dick size," she states calmly. "Since you were off by almost two inches, but we'll round down... let's make it ten hits. One for every lovely, thick inch he actually has." She adjusts her grip on your shaft, preparing for the next swing.
The sensation is… bizarre. Jarring at first, then this strange, intense vibration travels up the shaft with each impact, making your cock throb pleasurably. You stand there, rooted to the spot, watching Wonyoung use your own dick to punish Karina.
SMACK! "One," Wonyoung counts, hitting the other cheek this time. Karina whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut but holding her position.
SMACK! "Two." Another wet impact, leaving another glistening smear.
SMACK! "Three." Karina lets out a low moan this time, a sound that’s halfway between pain and something else. Her hands clench into fists on her thighs.
SMACK! "Four." Your cock feels incredibly sensitive, the repeated slapping friction oddly satisfying against the wetness. It feels… good. Way better than it should.
"Look at her face!" Sullyoon squeals, pointing. "It's all red and shiny!"
SMACK! "Five." Wonyoung delivers this one harder, snapping Karina’s head back slightly. A tear escapes the corner of Karina's eye, but the soft sigh that follows it sounds suspiciously like pleasure.
Fuck, is she actually getting off on this?
"Damn, Wonyoung, you're really going for it," Yuna comments, still chuckling. "Can we have a turn? Please? It looks fun! Like that baseball bat I mentioned!"
Wonyoung pauses after the fifth hit, considering Yuna's request while keeping a firm grip on your throbbing shaft. Karina uses the moment to take a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes still closed, face flushed and marked.
"Fine," Wonyoung concedes with a shrug. "But don't mess up the count. Five more hits."
Yuna squeals with delight and practically lunges forward, grabbing your cock just below Wonyoung's hand. Sullyoon eagerly joins in, her smaller hands closing around the shaft as well. They wield it together, a combined grip that feels incredibly tight and encompassing.
"Our turn, Jimin!" Yuna chirps happily. "Ready for the big leagues?"
Karina nods mutely, bracing herself.
SMACK! Yuna and Sullyoon swing together, their combined force making the impact even heavier. "Six!" Yuna yells gleefully.
SMACK! "Seven!" Sullyoon shouts, getting into the spirit. The wet slap echoes in the room. Karina moans louder this time, a definite note of arousal in the sound now, her hips shifting slightly on the floor.
SMACK! "Eight!" They're literally using your dick like a club, and the friction, the impact, the sheer humiliation of the scene it's pushing you closer to the edge again. Your cock feels impossibly hard, straining against their tight grips between hits.
SMACK! "Nine!" Karina's breathing is harsh now, her lips parted, another tear tracking through the smear of spit on her cheek, but her eyes, when they flutter open for a second, look hazy and aroused.
"Last one!" Yuna announces. They swing back for momentum—
SMACK! "Ten!" The final hit lands solidly, leaving Karina panting, her face a mess of red marks and glistening wetness, looking utterly wrecked and undeniably horny.
Yuna and Sullyoon release you abruptly, stepping back and admiring their handiwork, giggling like schoolgirls. Your cock springs free, still dripping, throbbing from the repeated impacts, feeling incredibly sensitive and somehow even harder than before.
Karina stays kneeling on the expensive rug, her face still flushed, marked with the fading red impressions from your own dick. Her eyes, though, they aren't filled with pain or anger anymore. They're locked onto your cock, still dripping thick ropes of spit and pre-cum onto the floor, throbbing from the abuse it just dished out.
"Wony... please," Karina asks, her eyes flickering up to the dominant girl who stands observing like a bored queen. "Can I... Can I clean him up? Please? Just let me taste it."
Wonyoung taps a long, perfectly manicured finger against her chin, pretending to mull it over. The silence stretches, Yuna and Sullyoon watch with barely concealed amusement, clearly enjoying Karina's predicament.
"Hmmmm," Wonyoung hums, drawing out the moment. "Let me think..." She pauses dramatically. "No."
The single word hits Karina like another slap. Her face falls, hope instantly extinguished, replaced by stinging disappointment. She looks down, biting her lip hard.
"Maybe later," Wonyoung adds dismissively, like tossing a scrap to a dog. "If you're a good girl. But first, I need to see if this... thing... is actually any good. Can't have substandard equipment tarnishing my reputation, can we?" She turns that cool, appraising gaze back to you, dismissing Karina entirely. "If I don't like it, Jimin," she says, deliberately using Karina's real name, "then you are royally screwed. Understand?"
Karina just nods mutely, looking utterly dejected.
"You," Wonyoung commands, pointing a sharp finger at you. "Bed. Now."
Your body feels disconnected from your brain. Part of you wants to bolt, to run screaming from this luxurious nightmare penthouse. But the aphrodisiac humming in your veins, combined with the overwhelming presence of these four women and the undeniable, terrifying arousal Wonyoung sparks in you, roots you to the spot. You hesitate, muscles locking up.
Before you can make a conscious decision, Yuna and Sullyoon are grabbing your arms again. Their initial playful exploration is gone, replaced by a firm, almost rough grip. They practically drag you across the room, your bare feet stumbling slightly on the plush carpet. They don't exactly throw you, but they guide you firmly onto the enormous bed, pushing you down until you're lying flat on your back amidst the sea of expensive pillows and crisp grey duvet. The mattress sinks slightly under your weight.
You lie there, utterly exposed, your erection jutting towards the ceiling like some obscene monument. The humiliation burns, but fuck, so does the heat pooling in your gut. The three of them (Wonyoung, Yuna, Sullyoon) climb onto the bed with predatory grace, surrounding you. Karina lingers near the foot of the bed, looking lost and unsure, still just in her pink lace bra and panties, hugging herself slightly.
Wonyoung positions herself directly between your legs, kneeling over you. She reaches down, grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs further apart, forcing you into an even more vulnerable position. Her eyes rake over your cock with that same critical appraisal, as if deciding where to start.
"Alright, let's see," she murmurs, almost to herself. Wonyoung puts her panties aside, then she reaches out, her fingers wrapping around the base, cool and clinical. Then, slowly, deliberately, she guides the thick, slick head towards her own entrance. You watch, breathless, as she tries to position herself, biting her lip slightly in concentration. Her pussy looks impossibly tight, incredibly intimidating compared to the sheer girth she's trying to take.
She lowers herself slowly, carefully. There's a sharp intake of breath, her eyes squeezing shut for a second as the head breaches her entrance. A low hiss escapes her lips.
"Fuck," Wonyoung grits out. "Okay. Wow. The thickness is really something else."
She stops, only the head and maybe an inch or two inside her. She breathes deeply, trying to relax, her hands braced on your chest. You can feel the muscles inside her clenching tightly around you, resisting the invasion.
"Just... give me a second," she mutters, more to herself than to you. She takes another slow breath and pushes down again, harder this time. A strangled gasp tears from her throat, her back arching slightly. She manages another inch, maybe two. The friction is intense, almost unbearable for both of you. You can feel every ridge, every vein of your cock scraping against her impossibly tight walls.
"See?" she pants, forcing a strained smile as she looks up at you. "Told you... I could handle it."
She starts to move then, tentative at first. Tiny, almost imperceptible shifts of her hips, trying to ease herself further down onto your length. Each small movement sends jolts of raw pleasure through you, but it's mixed with the undeniable sight of her pain. Her face is screwed up in concentration, sweat beading on her forehead.
"God, it... it kinda hurts," she admits through clenched teeth, pausing her movements. "But..." A different kind of noise escapes her then, a low moan that's equal parts pain and dawning pleasure. "...But it also feels... fuck, it feels kinda good, too. Stretching me out like this."
She starts moving again, a little bolder now, lifting herself slightly before sinking back down, taking a fraction more of you each time. The initial pain seems to be giving way, replaced by the friction, the sheer fullness. You can see the shift in her expression, the tight lines of discomfort slowly melting into something hotter, needier. She's managed to take maybe five, six inches now; just over half your length, but already filling her completely.
"Okay," Wonyoung breathes out, her rhythm becoming more confident, a slow, steady grind. "Okay, I see the appeal." Her eyes flick towards Yuna and Sullyoon, who are watching the scene with rapt attention. "This girth... it hits different."
Then, her gaze drops back to you, and the cruelty returns, sharp and sudden. "Look at you," she sneers as she continues her slow, torturous ride. "Just lying there. Taking it. Like a good little freak."
"Letting me just... use you," she continues, picking up the pace slightly, her moans starting to mingle with her insults. "Because that's all you're good for, isn't it? With a dick like that on a body like yours? You're just a fucking toy. A novelty. Something to be passed around and used up when we're bored." She leans down, her face close to yours, her eyes cold. "You have no dignity, do you? Just a pathetic little fucktoy waiting for orders."
You flinch, turning your head away, shame warring with the undeniable arousal her words, her movements, are stirring in you. A low sound escapes your throat, a mix between a whimper and a groan.
Wonyoung laughs, a harsh, satisfied sound. "Oh, you like that? Being put in your place?"
Beside the bed, Yuna and Sullyoon are practically vibrating with excitement. The sight of Wonyoung dominating you, humiliating you, is clearly turning them on immensely. Yuna reaches out, her fingers fumbling with the clasp of Sullyoon's white lace bra. Sullyoon gasps softly but doesn't stop her, instead leaning in to press a kiss to Yuna's shoulder as the bra falls away, revealing her surprisingly full, pale breasts, nipples already hard. Yuna moans, her hands immediately cupping Sullyoon's chest, thumbs circling the stiff peaks. Sullyoon arches her back, pushing into Yuna's touch, her eyes fluttering shut as Yuna leans down to suckle one nipple greedily. They start touching each other, slow, sensual caresses, lost in their own world but clearly fueled by the scene playing out on the bed.
You can't help it, your hands start to move, wanting to grip Wonyoung's hips, wanting some semblance of control, some way to push back against the humiliation, to match the intensity of her ride. But the second your fingers brush her skin, her hand flashes out, slapping you hard across the face.
It hurts. A lot.
The force of it snaps your head to the side, your cheek stinging instantly. Stars explode behind your eyes.
"Don't touch me unless I tell you to!" Wonyoung orders sharply. "Just lie there and do what you're told, toy. Be useful."
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, from the slap, the humiliation, the sheer overwhelming nature of it all. You nod mutely, letting your hands fall limply to your sides. You obey. Because what else can you do?
Karina, who has been watching all this unfold from the foot of the bed, her face a mixture of arousal, pity, and fear, finally speaks up. Her voice is small, hesitant. "Wony... maybe... maybe take it easy on him? He's..."
Wonyoung cuts her off with a venomous glare, pausing her rhythmic grinding on your cock just long enough to snap, "Shut the fuck up, Jimin." Her voice is ice. "Did I say you could talk? No. You're lucky you're even in this room after lying to me." She gestures dismissively towards Karina's chest. "Now take off that fucking bra, whore. I want those big pale tits of yours out. Now."
Karina flinches as if struck, but the order, the sudden harsh attention, also seems to ignite something in her. A flicker of desperation, a need to please, to get back in Wonyoung's good graces (or maybe just to feel something other than sidelined). Without another word, her hands move to her back, fumbling slightly with the clasp. The pink lace falls away, revealing her own full, pale breasts, nipples tight and dark against her skin. She keeps her eyes down, looking utterly miserable yet strangely defiant.
Wonyoung gives a grunt of approval, then immediately resumes riding you, harder now, her moans mixing with yours. Your own moan escapes, louder this time, raw with the conflicting mess of pain, humiliation, and overwhelming pleasure. You can't help it; despite everything, despite the slap still stinging your cheek, the sight of Wonyoung grinding down on you, her perfect body moving above yours, is undeniably beautiful.
"Damn, you’re so fucking hot," you groan out, the words ripped from you involuntarily.
Wonyoung pauses for a beat, tilting her head slightly as if she just registered your words through the haze of her own pleasure. A slow, incredibly smug smile spreads across her face.
"I know," she says simply.
Across the room, Yuna lifts her head from Sullyoon's breast, her lips wet. Sullyoon moans softly as Yuna's hand slides between her legs. Yuna's eyes flick between you and Wonyoung, a knowing smirk blooming on her face.
"Oh?" Yuna says, her voice sly. "Looks like our little toy likes being used after all. Likes being treated rough."
Sullyoon giggles breathlessly, nodding in agreement, her eyes also fixed on your reaction. "He really does…”
Wonyoung is definitely having fun now. The initial tightness and discomfort have melted away, replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure radiating from her face. Her movements are stronger, more demanding, her hips rocking against yours with a practiced rhythm that steals your breath. She throws her head back, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a genuine, guttural moan ripping from her throat as she grinds down hard, milking another wave of intense friction from your thick shaft.
"Oh, fuck," Wonyoung gasps out, her eyes half-lidded, glazed with pleasure. "Okay, okay... this is... goddamn... the thickness is insane. It feels... holy shit." She grips your hips tighter, digging her perfectly manicured nails into your skin, leveraging herself for deeper strokes. "Forget the length, this girth..." she groans again, riding you with renewed vigor. "It fills me up completely. Hits everything."
Karina, still standing nearby with her bra discarded, sees her opening. Her eyes light up with a desperate need for validation, latching onto Wonyoung's praise like a lifeline.
"See?" Karina blurts out, stepping closer to the bed, her voice hopeful. "See, Wony? I told you! I told you it was amazing! I knew you'd like it!"
Wonyoung's eyes snap open. She glares daggers at Karina, her rhythm faltering slightly.
"Shut up, Jimin," Wonyoung snaps. "Don't interrupt me when I'm busy. And don't think a lucky guess about the thickness makes up for you lying about the size. You said twelve inches. You lied."
Karina shrinks back, wilting under the glare. "I didn't lie!" she protests weakly, twisting her hands together. "I just... I remembered it wrong! It was years ago! I made a mistake!"
"A convenient mistake," Wonyoung scoffs, but her attention is already shifting. A wicked glint enters her eyes as she looks Karina up and down, lingering on her bare chest. "Fine. You want to be useful? Bring those big tits over here. Right now."
Karina hesitates for only a fraction of a second, glancing nervously at you, then back at Wonyoung. The desperation to please, to be included, wins out. She quickly climbs onto the bed, kneeling beside Wonyoung, carefully avoiding touching you. She leans forward tentatively, offering her chest.
Wonyoung doesn't waste a second. She leans over, still impaling you, and captures one of Karina's large, pale nipples between her teeth, sucking hard. Karina cries out, a sharp gasp that's equal parts surprise and pleasure, her back arching instinctively. Wonyoung uses her free hand to mercilessly squeeze Karina's other breast, kneading the soft flesh, pinching the already hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"Mmmph," Wonyoung hums around Karina's nipple, her eyes fluttering shut again as she focuses on the dual sensations: your thick cock stretching her tight cunt, Karina's soft breast filling her mouth. "Okay... gotta admit, Jimin... these are pretty fucking amazing too." She releases the nipple with a wet pop, leaving it glistening and dark red, before latching onto the other one. "So full... so soft..." she murmurs, squeezing the first breast possessively.
Karina is panting now, her face flushed, eyes hazy. She looks utterly wrecked, caught between the intense stimulation and the relief of finally having Wonyoung's attention, even like this.
Yuna, who has paused her ministrations on Sullyoon to watch, lets out a theatrical sigh. Sullyoon is leaning against her, completely bare now, her small breasts flushed, nipples pebbled hard as she watches Wonyoung and Karina with wide, fascinated eyes.
"Ugh, not fair," Yuna whines playfully, cupping her own smaller chest for comparison. "I wish mine were big and squishy like Karina's. Lucky bitch."
Sullyoon nods in agreement, her gaze still fixed on Karina's chest being manhandled by Wonyoung.
Now, the sight is fucking unreal: Wonyoung riding you, her tight pussy gripping your thick cock with every downward thrust, while simultaneously devouring Karina's breast like it's the finest dessert. The combined visual is overwhelmingly hot, your breath hitches, catches, turns into ragged pants that fill the otherwise quiet room (save for Wonyoung's increasingly loud moans and Karina's breathy gasps). You can't help the sounds escaping you, raw groans torn from your throat with every powerful stroke Wonyoung delivers.
"Ah... Fuck... W-Wonyoung... Oh god..."
Wonyoung seems to reach a new peak, her movements becoming frantic, her grip on Karina's breast tightening almost painfully. Karina cries out again, but Wonyoung doesn't seem to notice, lost in her own pleasure. Then, abruptly, the intensity breaks. Wonyoung slows her pace, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on her skin. The sudden change makes your own ragged breathing sound even louder in the relative quiet.
Wonyoung glares down at you, annoyance flashing across her sweat-slicked face. "Ugh, can you stop making so much noise?" she complains, sounding like the spoiled princess she is. "It's distracting. Seriously, shut up." She glances over at the other two girls, who are now just watching, hands idle. "One of you, deal with this. Shut him up. Sit on his face or something. I don't care, just make him quiet."
Yuna and Sullyoon exchange excited glances. Sullyoon looks slightly hesitant, but Yuna grins wickedly.
"Hey! No fair! I wanna do it too!" Sullyoon protests, pouting slightly.
Yuna rolls her eyes. "Okay, fine, drama queen. Rock paper scissors for it? Winner gets to smother him."
Sullyoon nods eagerly. They both hold out their fists.
"Rock! Paper! Scissors! SHOOT!"
Yuna throws paper. Sullyoon throws rock.
"Ha! Yes!" Yuna cheers triumphantly, pumping her fist. "Paper covers rock! Face is mine!"
Sullyoon groans dramatically but doesn't argue further, instead settling back to watch with keen interest. Yuna crawls purposefully towards your head, her movements fluid and confident. She's completely naked now, her lithe body gleaming slightly under the soft lights, her earlier play with Sullyoon having clearly left her thoroughly aroused. She positions herself directly over your face, straddling your neck, her bare pussy hovering just inches above your mouth. You can smell her arousal; musky, salty, intoxicating. She's definitely wet.
Yuna leans down slightly, her dark hair falling around her face, brushing against your cheeks.
"Alright, noise machine," Yuna purrs, lowering herself just enough that her wet folds brush against your lips. "Princess Wonyoung wants you quiet. So you're gonna focus on me now." She shifts her hips, grinding her clit lightly against your mouth. "Open up and eat. And don't stop until I tell you to."
She settles her weight down fully then, pressing her wetness firmly against your mouth and nose. The sensation is overwhelming; the soft pressure, the intimate scent, the taste of her arousal instantly flooding your senses. Wonyoung is still moving on your cock below, a steady, demanding rhythm, her moans starting up again, quieter now. Karina is still kneeling beside her, breasts bare, watching Yuna with wide eyes. Sullyoon is watching everything, touching herself lightly. And Yuna... Yuna is grinding onto your face, demanding your tongue, muffling any sound you might make besides muffled gasps into her flesh.
"That's it," Yuna murmurs. "Lick me, freak. Use that tongue. Make me feel good while Wonyoung breaks you." She moans as your tongue finally finds her clit, flicking against the sensitive nub. "Oh fuck... yeah, right there... Don't stop!”
Across the bed, Sullyoon is completely naked now, lying on her side, propped up on one elbow. Her eyes are wide, dark, fixed on the tangled mess of limbs. Her free hand is working furiously between her own long legs, fingers slick and glistening as she rubs herself, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
"Oh my god," Sullyoon gasps out, watching Wonyoung slam down onto your cock. "Look how deep she's taking him... Fuck, Karina, she's murdering your tits too..." Her fingers move faster, her knuckles white. "Girls, this is... this is so hot..."
Wonyoung lets out another high, keening moan, throwing her head back again. Her grip on Karina's breast tightens, eliciting a sharp cry from her. Wonyoung doesn't seem to notice, her focus entirely internal now, chasing her own climax.
"Nnngh... Fuck... Almost... almost there..." Wonyoung pants, her words broken. Her hips slam down onto you with punishing force, again and again, driving you deeper into the mattress. The sheer thickness of your cock seems to be exactly what she needs, stretching her, filling her, pushing her closer to the edge. "Fuck... yes..." Wonyoung pants. "God, this girth... it's perfect. Hits me just... ah... right."
Meanwhile, Yuna is making your life a living hell in the best/worst possible way. Her slick cunt grinds relentlessly against your mouth, demanding attention. Your tongue is working frantically, trying to keep up, licking and sucking at her clit as she rides your face like she was born for it. The musky taste of her fills your senses, making your head spin even more than the aphrodisiac already is. Her hands grip the sides of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, holding you firmly in place.
"Lick faster, toy," Yuna commands. "Don't you dare slack off. Make me feel good."
You try to comply, your tongue moving in frantic circles, lapping at the wetness she’s providing. Suddenly, she shifts her weight awkwardly, wobbling slightly. Your hands instinctively shoot up, grabbing her hips to steady her before she can completely fall off balance.
"Nnngh-!" Yuna gasps, surprised by your quick reaction, but she settles back down immediately, grinding even harder against your mouth now that she has your hands supporting her. "Yes! Hold me right there, fucker! That's it! Hold me steady while I ride your face off! Fuck, use that tongue, bitch!"
Watching this chaotic scene, Sullyoon is practically vibrating on the spot. Her hand is a blur between her legs, fingers working her clit with frantic speed. Her face is flushed crimson, eyes wide and glazed, fixed on the tangle of bodies. A thin sheen of sweat covers her skin, and it is possible to see the creamy wetness starting to seep from between her own folds, slicking her fingers.
"Oh my god... oh fuck..." Sullyoon moans. "Wony... Yuna... you guys are so... fuck..."
Even Karina can't resist. Her free hand, the one not being crushed by Wonyoung, creeps down hesitantly at first, fingers brushing against her own damp panties. Seeing Yuna and Sullyoon so lost in pleasure, feeling Wonyoung's mouth still working her nipple, watching you get absolutely used... it's too much. Her fingers slip underneath the lace, finding her own clit, and she starts rubbing herself with small, desperate movements, her breath hitching.
Wonyoung throws her head back again, a loud, piercing moan tearing from her throat as she slams down onto your cock particularly hard, her tight walls milking you intensely.
"Fuck! Yes! Right there! Oh god, I'm... I'm getting close!" she screams. "Fuck, this dick is... magic!"
Yuna hears her and lets out an ecstatic shriek muffled against your lips. "Yes! Wony, yes! Me too! Let's cum together! Fuck!" She picks up her pace, grinding her clit against your tongue so hard it's almost painful, her whole body trembling.
"No! Wait!" Sullyoon cries out from the side, her fingers flying even faster. Her knuckles are white, her breathing ragged. "Wait for me! I'm almost there too! Fuck, please wait!"
Wonyoung laughs, a wild, breathless sound. "Hurry up then, Sullyoonie! Can't hold back much longer!" She leans further onto Karina, her weight pressing down as she continues her relentless ride, her pussy squeezing your cock with punishing intensity. She continues to squeeze Karina’s breast like it’s putty in her hand, twisting the nipple until Karina gasps sharply. "Feel that, Jimin?" Wonyoung taunts breathlessly between moans. "Feel how good he is? Feel what you missed out on because you were too scared?"
Karina just whimpers, her own fingers moving faster between her legs now, chasing her own release despite the humiliation.
"Almost... almost..." Wonyoung pants.
"Fuck... me too... gonna... cum!" Yuna gasps against your mouth.
Then, something shifts. Wonyoung reaches out, her hand finding Yuna's. Their fingers lace together tightly, a strange moment of connection amidst the chaos. They look at each other, eyes locked, faces flushed and identical masks of impending ecstasy.
"Now?" Yuna mouths silently.
Wonyoung nods curtly, then her eyes flick down to you, still filled with that cruel amusement even as she's about to lose control. "Look at you," she spits out between pants. "Just a fucking pole for us to ride. A mouth for us to use. Pathetic little freak, letting us do whatever we want to you." Her hips slam down one last time. "Good boy!"
"WAIT!" Sullyoon screams.
But it's too late.
Wonyoung throws her head back, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. Her inner walls clamp down on your cock hard, pulsing violently, milking you intensely. Simultaneously, Yuna lets out a high-pitched wail against your mouth, her hips spasming uncontrollably as she comes hard, her juices flooding your tongue, your throat, spilling down your chin. Sullyoon shrieks in frustration and pleasure as she finally tips over the edge milliseconds later, her body convulsing, fingers still buried inside herself.
Only Karina is silent, her hand stilled between her legs, watching the other three completely fall apart with wide, almost fearful eyes.
It takes a long moment for the intensity to subside. Wonyoung slowly, shakily, lifts herself off your still-throbbing cock. Her legs are trembling, her breath coming in harsh gasps. She looks utterly wrecked, but supremely satisfied. Yuna collapses forward onto your chest, panting, leaving your face completely soaked in her slick, sticky arousal, her scent clinging to you. Sullyoon curls into a ball on the bed, whimpering softly, spent.
Wonyoung recovers first, of course. She pushes her sweat-soaked hair back from her face and glares down at you, her usual imperious expression returning, though her flushed cheeks and slightly trembling hands betray the intensity of her orgasm.
"Well," she says, voice still a little shaky but regaining its commanding tone. She kicks your thigh lightly, not hard, just a dismissive nudge. "You were... adequate. As a piece of equipment." She looks you up and down. "You should thank us, you know. For even bothering to use you. Giving a little freak like you this kind of attention."
Your head is spinning. Your face is covered in Yuna’s juices. Your cock aches. Humiliation and arousal are waging a war inside you. But faced with Wonyoung’s unwavering command, the ingrained response kicks in.
"T-thank you," you stammer out. "Thank you... for using me."
Wonyoung gives a curt nod of satisfaction. Sullyoon, seemingly recovered, stirs beside you. She sits up slowly, her eyes landing on your face, still glistening wet. A slow, slightly dazed smile spreads across her lips.
"Hey, you're all messy," Sullyoon says softly. She crawls closer, leaning down towards your face. "Don't worry. I'll clean you up."
Before you can react, her tongue flicks out, tentatively licking at the sticky wetness on your cheek; Yuna's juices. She hums softly, seeming to enjoy the taste.
Yuna sees what Sullyoon is doing, and bursts into delighted giggles. "Yah! Sullyoon-ah!" she exclaims, reaching over and giving Sullyoon's bare ass a sharp, playful slap. "You little slut! Cleaning up after me already? So eager."
Sullyoon jumps at the slap, blushing furiously but giggling too as she continues to lick your face clean, her tongue surprisingly thorough.
Wonyoung’s chest rises and falls slow but heavy as she catches her breath, cheeks still flushed. She waves a hand lazily and snaps:
“Yuna. Water.”
Yuna’s already halfway up like she was waiting for the command, a little dazed but obedient, disappearing toward the suite’s kitchenette. You’re still on your back, cock slick and half-hard, twitching like it knows more’s coming.
Behind you, Karina’s voice pipes up, almost sheepish.
“Is it my turn now?”
Wonyoung tilts her head, pouting, turning with faux sweetness dripping from every syllable.
“Aww… Is our little Karina super horny right now?” She steps toward her slowly, arms crossed under her chest, tilting her head.
Karina nods, almost embarrassed. “Yeah.”
“You must be fucking insane,” Wonyoung purrs, biting her bottom lip, “to wanna feel that thing inside your pretty little pussy.” Her hand gestures lazily at your cock, still shiny with Wonyoung's Juices. “That thing you ran away from, remember? Screaming, even.”
Karina swallows hard and nods again. “I know… I was dumb…”
Wonyoung chuckles, low and wicked. “C’mere.”
Karina obeys instantly, stepping forward like she’s being summoned by a queen (which, yeah, she is). Wonyoung grabs her by the waist and pulls her in, lips crashing into hers. There’s hunger in it. Desperation. Karina clings to her, arms wrapping around her back as their tongues tangle and slide together.
Wonyoung’s hands move with zero shame, cupping Karina’s tits, squeezing hard, like she can’t help herself. The moan Karina lets out is real, shaky, needy.
“Mmm,” Wonyoung hums against her mouth. “Your mouth’s a lot more useful when it’s busy kissing than when it’s lying to me.”
Karina pulls back, blinking. “It wasn’t a—”
But Wonyoung shuts her up with a single finger pressed to her lips, eyes narrow.
“Shhh.”
Then kisses her again, harder this time. Rough. Like she’s marking her.
Yuna comes back into the room holding the glass of water like a dutiful maid, handing it over. Wonyoung grabs it, downs it in a few gulps, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Okay. I’m good now.”
She turns back to Karina, tossing the empty glass somewhere on the carpet without looking. Her smile sharpens.
“Take off your panties.”
Karina's hands are already on the hem of her panties before Wonyoung even finishes the sentence. She kicks them off, a little clumsy, cheeks red but thighs pressed together, as if she’s trying to hide how wet she already is.
Wonyoung doesn’t even look at her for long. She turns her gaze to you and Sullyoon, still tangled together.
“Well, looks like you two are having fun.”
Sullyoon giggles, brushing hair behind her ear, resting her hand on your chest.
“He’s cute.”
Wonyoung’s face shifts immediately, stern.
“Don’t fucking treat it like a person,” she says, voice cold. “It’s a toy. Just a fucktoy. You don’t call your vibrator cute, do you?”
Sullyoon straightens up a little, nodding quickly.
“No. Right.”
Wonyoung smirks and walks over to the edge of the bed.
“Since you two already warmed it up, now it’s your turn to ride it, babe.”
Sullyoon doesn’t hesitate. She stretches out on her back right beside you, her eyes locked on yours. You look down at her and, fuck, she’s a masterpiece.
Long, flawless legs, skin pale and creamy, like she’s carved from glass and silk. Her legs are spread for you already, thick thighs leading up to plush hips that move slightly like she’s getting comfortable, preparing herself. There’s a little sheen between them, already wet, already throbbing.
Her torso is slim, but her curves are unreal, that perfect hourglass drawn to scale, with soft perky tits rising and falling with her breath, nipples stiff from arousal. Her eyes look up at you like she knows exactly what you are: just something to make her cum; and it makes your cock pulse hard all over again.
You’re climbing over her, lining up, and—
“Wait!” Karina whines from the side, still bottomless, fists clenched at her sides. “I thought it was my turn…”
Wonyoung doesn’t even look at her at first. Then she steps up, grabs Karina by the cheeks and squishes her face like a child being scolded.
“Aww, poor baby,” she mocks. “Thinking she gets what she wants.”
Karina huffs, pouting against Wonyoung’s grip. “I—”
“You don’t get to talk right now,” Wonyoung cuts in sharply, still holding her by the face. Then her expression softens slightly, eyes flicking toward Yuna, who’s just watching silently, smiling.
“Go open the drawer.”
Yuna nods and turns immediately, heading toward the bedside cabinet with a knowing look.
Wonyoung lets go of Karina’s face and turns back to the bed.
“Go on. Fuck her.”
Your hands plant on the bed on either side of Sullyoon’s head. She’s already got her knees up, heels digging into the mattress, guiding your hips toward her with her legs. You feel her hand grip your cock and guide it down between her legs, slick heat greeting the tip. She rubs you along her folds once, then twice, then lines you up. You push.
She lets out a low moan, head tilting back.
“God, you’re fucking big…”
You keep pressing in. Her pussy stretches around you, velvet heat swallowing you inch by inch, and she takes it all without even flinching, like she’s built for this. Her back arches slightly, tits rising toward your chest, and her mouth opens, breath catching.
“Fuck yes…”
From the corner of your eye, Wonyoung is still standing over Karina, whispering something into her ear while her fingers toy with one of her nipples. But you don’t get to look for long because Sullyoon pulls you down by the neck, her thighs trembling a little around your waist, and whispers against your lips:
“Go easy, okay?”
You nod, leaning down, brushing your lips over her cheek. “I promise.”
That makes her smile, and she reaches for your hands, guiding them down to her hips. You shift your weight, angle your hips, the head of your cock dragging along her wet folds. She’s soaked, pussy creamy from being teased and fingered, and when you start to push in slow—god—she tightens around you immediately.
“Oh my god… you’re thick… this cock is a fucking weapon.”
Her fingers dig into your arms, breathing fast now. “It’s the biggest I’ve ever… fuuuck, go slow, please, go slow…”
You don’t even need the reminder. She’s gripping you like a fist, squeezing you inch by inch as you sink deeper, her walls fluttering like she’s already close from just the stretch alone. You pause halfway in, hips twitching with restraint, watching her face melt into something caught between pain and pure fucking pleasure.
“I got you,” you murmur, stroking her side, kissing her collarbone. "If you want me to stop, just say so.”
Meanwhile, behind you, Yuna walks back in, holding a thick black anal plug in one hand and a shiny silver tube of lube in the other. Her smile is too wide, too excited. Karina sees her and visibly tenses, backing half a step toward the couch.
“Wait… what’s that for?” Karina’s voice is shaky, eyes locked on the plug like it’s going to jump at her.
Wonyoung grins like a devil in a model's body. “If you wanna feel cock today, you’re gonna need to offer up that cute little ass.”
Karina stammers, blinking. “I’ve… I’ve never done that…”
“I know,” Wonyoung says calmly, stepping forward. “Now get on all fours.”
Karina’s mouth opens like she’s about to argue, but she hesitates too long.
“Right now,” Wonyoung snaps. “Or get the fuck out.”
Silence. Then Karina slowly turns, face red, and lowers herself to her knees. She looks humiliated, turned on, afraid (everything Wonyoung seems to love). Her thick thighs ripple as she gets into position, ass high, cheeks clenched, legs trembling slightly.
Yuna kneels behind her and pats her ass once, affectionate. “You’re gonna love it,” she says softly. “It’s like… my favorite.”
Wonyoung flicks her wrist. “Prep her.”
Yuna grins. “Can I lick it first?”
Wonyoung rolls her eyes. “Yes. Obviously.”
Yuna wastes zero time. She spreads Karina’s cheeks, leans in, and starts to lick, slow broad strokes at first, then narrowing in, teasing her little hole with the tip of her tongue. Karina whimpers, cheeks burning red as she hides her face in her arms.
Meanwhile, Wonyoung strolls back to you and Sullyoon, casually watching as you slowly roll your hips forward again, burying a little more of yourself inside her. Sullyoon’s thighs shake, her hands fisting in the sheets now, every breath a moan.
Wonyoung stands beside the bed, arms crossed, smirking.
Before you can react, she slaps your ass, sharp and loud, fingers leaving a sting that burns hot through your skin.
“Faster,” she commands.
You grunt, your body reacting without hesitation. You grip Sullyoon tighter and start thrusting harder, deeper, the slow roll of your hips turning into something more brutal, more rhythmic. She cries out, legs locking tighter around you.
“Aaah—fuck-fuck, I can't, it's too big!”
Wonyoung laughs like she’s at a party, delighted, stepping back to watch your hips hammer into Sullyoon, her body bouncing under you, moans pouring out of her with every thrust. She grabs one of Sullyoon’s tits, squeezing it roughly, pinching the nipple until Sullyoon arches off the bed.
“Much better,” Wonyoung says, grinning. “Now that’s how you use a toy.”
Behind you, Karina’s moaning too. Muffled and high-pitched. Yuna’s fingers are buried between her cheeks, tongue still teasing. The plug rests beside them on the bed, gleaming, waiting for its turn. Karina’s legs are trembling harder now, her ass slick, her breathing short and fast. But Wonyoung’s eyes are on you. On your cock driving into Sullyoon like you’re trying to fuck the shape of her pussy into your hips, her moans turning ragged and desperate, tears starting to gather in the corners of her eyes as the pleasure crashes through her.
Karina’s face is buried in her forearms, but her back is arched high, thighs pressed together as tightly as they can be with Yuna nestled between them. She keeps letting out these soft, confused little gasps, tiny moans like she doesn’t know what her body is doing or why it’s starting to like it. Her ass cheeks twitch every time Yuna’s tongue flattens out and drags upward, slow and wet, lingering at her tight rim before she flicks the tip of her tongue over it again. Yuna hums like she’s savoring something sweet, both hands spreading Karina’s cheeks apart like she’s exposing a gift, holding her wide while she works her mouth.
“Mmh, you taste so good…” Yuna breathes, kissing the spot softly before swirling her tongue around again. “God, your little asshole’s clenching like it’s trying to kiss me.”
Karina’s breath hitches. “It—it feels weird…”
Yuna giggles into her skin. “Weird’s just code for new. Sensitive, huh?”
Karina nods fast, her voice muffled. “Yeah—yes, I—it’s really sensitive, I d-don’t know if I—”
“Shhh,” Yuna whispers against her. “Let it happen. You’ll like it. I promise.”
She presses her tongue flat again, dragging it in a circle this time, slow and teasing. Karina jolts, her hips shaking, one of her hands clutching at the sheets.
“I-it tickles—oh my god…”
From the bed, your eyes flicker toward them, and the image hits like a shot of lust straight to your chest: Yuna's pretty face buried between Karina’s shaking thighs, her mouth wet, eyes half-lidded with focus while she laps at her like she’s starving. Karina’s whole body shudders again, her back arching deeper. Her hole’s glistening now, twitching and helpless while Yuna traces it with delicate, skilled strokes.
And still, you’re balls-deep in Sullyoon.
She’s so tight you swear you’re being milked. Every thrust in makes her body tremble under yours, her fingers tangled in the sheets, jaw slack from the pleasure stretching her open. You go back to fucking her slowly, just like she asked, deep, controlled strokes, feeling her clench every time you bottom out, It's the only way for you not to cum because her pussy is impossible good, but the moans that keep spilling from her lips are fucking addictive, and you have to resist the urge to sink your entire cock into her pussy. Her moana are soft at first, then louder, sharper, her voice cracking as she starts pushing her hips up to meet yours, wanting more. Your hands tighten on her waist, and you pull back before thrusting in again, the sound of it wet and obscene, skin on skin. Her eyes are rolling back, and you’re getting lost in it. The heat, the pressure, the way her pussy grips you like it’s desperate to keep you inside.
From beside the bed, Wonyoung watches everything.
She’s seated now, legs crossed elegantly, but her eyes are burning with attention. Her lips curl into a smirk when she sees how hard you’re holding back, how tight your jaw is as you fight the urge to rail Sullyoon into the mattress.
“You’re being too gentle again,” she says, voice calm, but there’s that edge again, that dominance that makes your cock twitch even deeper inside Sullyoon.
You look at her, sweat starting to bead at your forehead. “She asked me to—”
“I didn’t ask what she said,” Wonyoung cuts you off. She leans forward, her gaze sharp. “Put your hand on her throat.”
Your heart skips. Sullyoon hears it too, she shivers under you, her pussy tightening, her voice going breathless.
“D-Do it,” she whispers.
You reach out, slow, sliding your hand up from her chest to her neck. She tilts her head back, offering herself up, your fingers curl around her throat, gentle but firm, and the way her whole body reacts, hips lifting to press you deeper, a high moan escaping her lips, is fucking unreal. Wonyoung smiles like a queen watching a jester perform on command.
“Better.”
You start moving again, your thrusts picking up pace, dragging your cock deep into Sullyoon while your hand tightens slightly around her throat. She whines, her fingers scrabbling at your arms, her eyes fluttering half-shut as her breathing turns into high, broken gasps. Her back arches, tits brushing against your chest, nipples stiff and flushed from the friction.
“I—ah—fuck, I can feel it in my stomach…”
“You love it,” Wonyoung says, watching her with hungry eyes. “Say it.”
“I l-love it—fuck, I love it—it’s s-so fucking thick, it’s splitting me—”
You groan, head dipping to kiss her neck, tongue tracing her pulse, your hips slamming into hers with more weight now, every thrust deep enough to make the bed creak.
Behind you, Yuna’s still at it. She’s licking deeper now, more focused, her thumbs spreading Karina’s cheeks wider so her tongue can press closer, firmer. Karina’s hips keep jerking away on instinct, but Yuna doesn’t let her go anywhere.
“Stop running,” Yuna murmurs. “Just let me make you feel good…”
Karina whimpers. “Y-Yuna—fuck—it’s—it’s so much, I—I don’t know if—”
“Just wait till I lube you up, baby,” Yuna says sweetly, biting down gently on the soft flesh of her ass. “Then we’ll really see how much you can take.”
She picks up the bottle finally, uncapping it with a pop, and squeezes some of the cold gel onto her fingers. But she doesn’t rush it. She dips one finger between Karina’s cheeks, rubbing slow, spreading the lube around the tight entrance while Karina trembles and gasps with every little push and tease.
Wonyoung turns to glance over her shoulder, watching Karina squirm.
“She better be ready soon,” she says lazily. “Or I’m plugging her dry.”
Karina moans out loud at that, almost in panic. “N-no, wait, I—I’ll try, I’m trying—”
“Then fucking stay still, slut!” Wonyoung snaps.
Yuna grins and adds a second finger, the lube making slick noises as she circles the rim, pushing gently but insistently.
“She’s gonna be ready,” Yuna promises. “This hole’s too cute to go to waste.”
Wonyoung turns back to you, eyes raking down your body, then landing on where your cock disappears into Sullyoon again and again.
“Keep that pace. Don’t let her cum yet. She doesn’t get to finish until I say so.”
You nod, not trusting your voice, focused on Sullyoon’s flushed face, the way she looks up at you like she’s drowning in every inch you give her. She bites her lip hard, her thighs twitching around your waist.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes. “Please don’t fucking stop…”
Yuna’s fingers glisten with lube as she finally stops teasing and starts pushing one inside Karina. Karina jolts forward with a gasp, her ass still high, thighs shaking. She wasn’t ready for how it’d feel (wet and slick, yes, but so deliberate). Yuna’s finger presses slow but firm, the lube squelching audibly as it disappears past the tight rim. Karina clenches around it, hips trying to buck away, but Yuna just holds her there, one hand gripping her waist.
Yuna smiles against her back. “Of course it is, babe. That hole’s got potential.”
Karina groans through her teeth, forehead pressed to her forearms again. “It’s so fucking weird, I—ah—shit, it’s burning a little—”
“That’s just the stretch. You’ll love it once it’s open,” Yuna coos, sliding her finger deeper until she’s knuckle-deep. “Tight as hell, though… God. Your ass is starving.”
Karina lets out a choked noise, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and her legs twitch like she’s trying to stay still, even as her body reacts instinctively to the invasion.
“Stop clenching so much,” Yuna murmurs, moving her finger in shallow thrusts. “Let me in, Karina.”
Wonyoung, lounging beside the bed with her legs crossed and a slight sheen of sweat on her collarbones, doesn’t even look back at them.
“She’ll stop fighting it once the second finger goes in,” she mutters, eyes locked on you.
She points at Sullyoon’s trembling body beneath you, voice smooth but sharp:
“Bury it. All the way in. Now.”
You lock eyes with Sullyoon, her face flushed, eyes glassy, breath trembling, and she nods once, barely able to speak.
“Do it,” she whispers.
You shift your weight, grab her hips tighter, and push forward until your pelvis slams flush against her ass. Every thick, veiny inch of you is buried inside, and Sullyoon’s mouth drops open in a silent scream. Her eyes roll back immediately.
“OH MY FUHH—FUCK!!” she moans, her nails digging into your arms hard enough to draw blood. “It’s… all of it—fuck, I can feel it in my stomach, oh my god!”
Wonyoung lets out a quiet little laugh.
“She’s better like this,” she says, tilting her head. “More obedient. Tighter too, probably. Grip her neck again—tighter this time. Make my cute little slut cum.
You don’t hesitate. Your hand slides right back up, closing around Sullyoon’s throat, fingers pressing firmer now. Not choking her, but enough that she gasps and looks up at you with that fucked-out, submissive stare that sends blood rushing to your cock again.
Her voice comes out hoarse. “Harder, babe… please…”
You hold her there and start fucking her deep, slow, brutal strokes that make her tits bounce and her pussy gush around you. Every thrust hits her cervix like a drumbeat, and the little choking moans spilling out of her just egg you on. And behind you, Karina’s breathing has gone rapid and high-pitched. Yuna has two fingers in her now, both slick with lube, working them in and out in slow, deliberate pumps that have Karina rocking back against her without even realizing it.
“F-fuck, Yuna—stop, I-I’m gonna—gonna cum if you keep—fuck!” Karina moans, biting her own hand.
Yuna leans in, lips brushing Karina’s ear, breath hot. “Cum from a finger in your ass? That’s so fucking cute.” Karina’s whole body clenches, her ass twitching as Yuna scissors her fingers, stretching her open more with each motion. “You’re doing good, baby,” Yuna hums. “Almost ready…”
Wonyoung glances back now, amused. “Is the brat loosened up yet?”
Yuna smirks. “See for yourself.”
She pulls her fingers out slowly, the sound wet and filthy, then holds them up for Wonyoung to see: slick with lube and cream, glistening in the light. Karina’s still trembling on all fours, face buried, ass wet and twitching, her hole flexing involuntarily, stretched and needy. Wonyoung stands up, stretches, walks over like she owns the whole damn room (and she kind of does). She picks up the plug from the bed, weighing it in her hand, then crouches behind Karina.
Karina looks back, wide-eyed.
“Wait—wait, it’s big—fuck, I don’t know if I—”
Wonyoung slaps her ass hard enough to make her jolt. “You’re ready,” she says coldly. “Now stay still while I make you better.”
Yuna licks her fingers clean with a soft moan, then crouches back behind Karina like she’s settling into her favorite seat at a show. She plants her palms on Karina’s ass, spreading her cheeks wide, holding them apart so her tight, glistening little hole is fully exposed, twitching, raw and shining with lube and slick from her own juices. Karina’s breath stutters as she feels the air hit her, and her thighs shake like she might collapse, but Yuna keeps her wide, grinning like she’s already proud of the work they’ve done.
“Hold still, baby,” Yuna murmurs, her nails dimpling into Karina’s pale skin. “Let her give you your present.”
Wonyoung crouches low, plug in one hand, the lube-slicked tip already glistening under the soft lighting. She presses it right up against Karina’s hole, testing it. Karina gasps loud, her head lifting suddenly as her eyes fly open.
“Wait, wait, wait—f-fuck, Wonyoung, it’s big, I-I’m not ready, I—!”
Wonyoung doesn’t respond with words. She just applies pressure. The rounded head pushes inward, and Karina screams.
Her voice cracks like a sob, body lurching forward instinctively, but Yuna holds her in place with a grunt, gripping her hips like handlebars. Karina babbles through the pain, a slurry of panicked syllables and ragged breaths.
“Ah—ah—shit, oh my god, it’s too big, it’s too big—it burns—it fuckin’ burns!!”
“Then you shouldn’t have lied to me,” Wonyoung mutters, cool and detached, her hand steady as the thick plug stretches Karina wider with every slow, brutal inch. “You want cock, you get the punishment that comes first.”
Karina’s whole body trembles, ass clenched tight around the intruding plug, every inch sending more shockwaves of pain and humiliation through her. Her face is soaked with sweat already, lips parted in disbelief at how deep it’s going. Behind her, Yuna’s breath is hot, tongue flicking the edge of Karina’s ear as she leans over her back. “You sound so fucking hot like this,” she whispers. “You’re gonna be perfect once it’s all the way in. Such a good little plug slut.”
The scream Karina lets out next is sharp and raw, almost broken. You hear it, feel the vibration of it behind you like the air’s alive, and you’re still buried to the hilt in Sullyoon. Her legs are shaking around your hips, your hand’s still on her throat, and her pussy is pulsing, squeezing your cock like it’s trying to memorize it. The way Karina’s moaning next to her, screaming as she gets her ass opened, is fuel for Sullyoon. Her eyes roll back and her mouth drops open, chest rising and falling like she’s being devoured by the pleasure.
“I—I can’t—I can’t hold it!” she pants. “I’m gonna fucking cum—I swear—I can’t—oh my god kiss me, please, please kiss me, I wanna cum while you’re kissing me, I wanna feel your mouth when it hits—pleaseee!"
You don’t even hesitate. You lean down fast, your hand tightening on her throat just a little more as your mouth crashes into hers. Her lips are soft, wet, desperate. Her tongue meets yours immediately, greedy and wild, kissing you like she needs it more than air. The second your lips connect, she snaps. Her entire body tenses, heels digging into the bed, thighs clamping tight around your waist, and her pussy clamps down hard; a perfect vice, spasming and pulsing around your cock like she’s trying to pull you in even deeper. She lets out a high, shaking moan straight into your mouth, hands flying up to grab your face, kissing you harder, sloppier, while she cums in waves all over you. Your cock’s completely drenched now, soaked in her release, her body rocking beneath yours as the orgasm shakes through her like a storm, long and loud and so fucking hot you’re fighting every instinct not to unload inside her right there.
Wonyoung glances back, smirking, still pushing the plug deeper into Karina’s stretched hole with cruel precision. It’s almost fully in now, the thickest part parting Karina’s trembling rim, her voice hoarse from moaning and crying through the stretch.
“Look at that,” Wonyoung says, eyes on Karina but voice raised just enough to carry. “While you’re getting your tight little asshole split by a plug, Sullyoon’s over here creaming herself on cock like it’s the best day of her life.”
Karina sobs out a moan, too far gone to respond, just breathing raggedly while the final inch of the plug sinks in, slow and merciless.
“You jealous yet?” Wonyoung whispers near her ear. “You wanted this. You chose this. And now you get to be plugged up like a good little toy while someone else gets her guts rearranged.”
Yuna’s still holding Karina open, watching the plug disappear inside her with awe and glee.
“Almost there,” she says, licking her lips. “You’re taking it so well…”
Karina’s still panting into the mattress, arms trembling, her ass raised with the thick plug now buried deep inside, barely visible except for the slick base nestled between her swollen cheeks. Her eyes are glassy, cheeks streaked with a flush of sweat and tears, and her thighs are twitching from the slow, rhythmic throbbing inside her. She lifts her head slightly, voice weak but hopeful.
“S-So… what happens now?” Her words come out breathy, unsure. “Is it… is it my turn?”
Wonyoung doesn’t answer right away. She stands upright with a smug little stretch, licking the edge of her finger clean from guiding the plug in, her expression sharp with amusement. Then she lets out a dry, condescending chuckle.
“Not yet.” Karina blinks at her, blinking fast like she misheard. Wonyoung tilts her head, smiling cruelly. “Yuna hasn’t had a turn with that cock yet.”
Karina’s shoulders sag, and her face collapses into a tired, frustrated sigh. She lets her head fall back down onto her arms with a faint groan, too wrecked to protest more than that.
Yuna laughs, light, teasing, and smacks Karina’s ass again, right on the plug, making her yelp and jerk forward with a strangled moan.
“Be patient, princess,” Yuna grins. “You’ve already got a little friend stuffed in there to keep you busy. Don’t be greedy.”
Wonyoung shoots her a quick glance, neither amused nor annoyed, just sharp. Always sharp.
“Yuna,” she says flatly, “he’s ready.”
Yuna turns her head to you and waves a finger, grinning wide like a cat with cream on its tongue. “Come here, toy. Sit down. Edge of the bed.”
You obey immediately, there’s no part of your brain even pretending to fight it anymore. You climb off Sullyoon, who’s still panting and glowing from her orgasm, and move to the edge of the bed. Your thighs ache. Your cock is glistening with her slick, flushed dark, veiny, painfully hard. You sit down, muscles twitching from exertion, and look up as Yuna struts toward you. She turns around and backs herself up, settling her toned legs against yours, ass grazing your thigh, there’s a golden sheen of sweat clinging to her lower back and the curve of her ass cheeks glistening as she lowers herself onto you.
“You can touch me,” she says, glancing over her shoulder with a wink. “I’m not Wonyoung.”
Your hands rise instinctively, gripping her slim waist. She’s warm under your fingers, tight and toned. Yuna’s body is fucking unreal; lean but thick where it counts. Her waist is slim, but her hips flare out wide, ass plump and round with the kind of bounce that makes it impossible not to stare. Her thighs are powerful, soft over muscle, her skin is smooth, flawless, with that slight golden glow under the lights.
You squeeze her hips a little, breath catching in your throat.
“Fuck, you’re… perfect,” you mutter. “You’re fucking hot.”
Yuna giggles, rolling her hips back just enough to brush your cock against her folds.
“You know how to sweet talk a girl,” she purrs.
But Wonyoung’s voice slices in before you can say anything more.
“Stop talking to him like he matters.”
Yuna turns slightly, side-eyeing her with a sigh.
“Wonyoung…”
Wonyoung crosses her arms, eyes narrowing.
“He’s not your boyfriend. He’s not your friend. He’s a cock. A cumdump. A toy we’re borrowing for a good time, then tossing out.”
Yuna rolls her eyes, positioning your thick head right at her entrance, her slick folds gliding over it as she angles her hips.
“You’re so fucking cruel sometimes,” she mutters under her breath. “Let a bitch have one moment.”
And then she sinks down.
Your breath punches out of you like you’ve been hit. Her pussy is molten hot, wet, gripping the crown of your cock so tight you’re not even sure you’re going to get more than an inch in. She moans, sharp and rough, her hands bracing on your thighs.
“Jesus fucking fuck, it’s… it’s so big, holy shit—”
She pauses, knees shaking, muscles tense as she eases herself lower. Behind you, the mattress dips again as Sullyoon crawls back up, her skin flushed pink, hair a little messy, that dreamy post-orgasm look still painted across her face. But her eyes are focused on Karina now.
Karina hasn’t moved, still on all fours, ass stuffed, hair sticking to her cheeks, panting. Sullyoon leans in, wraps her arms around her waist gently from behind, pressing their bodies close.
“Hey,” Sullyoon whispers, brushing Karina’s sweaty hair off her cheek. “You okay?”
Karina nods slowly, leaning back into her friend’s touch.
“It hurts,” she says quietly, breath shivering. “But… not in a bad way.”
Sullyoon presses a soft kiss to her shoulder, then another to her neck.
“I’ll take care of you,” she promises, pulling Karina closer. Her arms wrap tighter, soothing. “You were so brave.”
Karina’s lips part to answer, but Sullyoon’s already leaning in again, this time pressing her mouth to Karina’s. Their kiss is gentle, slow, nothing like the desperation you’ve been drowning in all night. Their tongues meet, slow and lazy, tasting each other with softness that's somehow kind of hot. But Sullyoon’s hand starts to slide down Karina’s belly, grazing over her trembling thighs, fingertips dancing toward her pussy.
“Let me help you feel good,” she murmurs, her fingers slide between Karina’s legs, just brushing her slick folds—
“Stop right there.”
Wonyoung’s voice is sharp, cold steel. Both girls freeze. She strides over, her eyes locked on Sullyoon like a schoolteacher catching someone cheating. “She doesn’t get help,” Wonyoung says, grabbing Sullyoon’s wrist and pulling her hand away. “She didn’t earn it. Let her sit with the plug for a while.”
Sullyoon swallows, pulling her hands back respectfully, returning to holding Karina with just arms and lips now, keeping her warm but not touching further. Karina sighs into her mouth, kissing her again slowly, eyes fluttering closed. Meanwhile, Yuna’s moaning as she forces another inch of you inside her. Her pussy is soaking, clenching like crazy, her breath stuttering as she lowers herself little by little, adjusting with every thick ridge you press past her walls.
“Goddamn,” she gasps, laughing breathlessly. “It’s like—I don’t even—fuck, how do you carry this around without passing out?”
You grip her waist tighter, watching her ass ripple as she eases further down. Her thighs flex with every movement, sweat rolling down her spine as she moans louder.
“You’re so tight,” you groan, digging your fingers into her hips.
“Yeah?” she pants, twisting her hips to get the angle right. “Well, this pussy doesn’t play, baby.” Then she gasps sharp, eyes wide. “Shit! There we go—fuck—there it is—!”
She finally bottoms out, her ass slapping against your lap, every inch of your cock buried in her slick, clenching heat. She leans forward, chest heaving, moaning low in her throat like she’s drunk on it.
“Oh my god,” she laughs, trembling. “It’s inside. It’s fucking in.”
And from across the room, Wonyoung watches with a satisfied little smile, voice cutting clean through the soft gasps and stifled kisses. “Good. Now ride him.” Then, to Karina, still squirming in Sullyoon’s arms: “Take notes. You’re next.”
Yuna starts to move with that kind of self-aware sensuality that makes your brain turn to soup. Her hips roll in slow, hypnotic circles as she grinds her soaked pussy down on your cock, using her entire body like she’s showing it off just for you, every shift, every drag of her slick walls over your length is deliberate. She knows how tight she is, how good she feels, and she’s savoring every reaction you can’t hide. You’re still seated at the edge of the bed, thighs flexed, hands gripping her waist like your life depends on it, and she just rides, slow and deep, her ass clapping lightly against your lap with each bounce, like a steady rhythm meant to tease.
She leans back against you, pressing her spine to your chest, arms raised, looping her hands around your neck while her breath rolls out in these soft little gasps. “Mmm… you like that?” she purrs, grinding down hard and slow again, making your cock throb inside her. “So deep… so fucking thick…”
Your fingers twitch on her hips. You’re trying so hard not to snap, not to grab her and slam her down on you until she screams, not to break that rhythm, even though your cock is pulsing with the need to unload.
Sullyoon watches from the bed, her head tilted as she strokes Karina’s hair gently, the other girl now slumped in her lap, the plug still buried deep in her ass, legs slightly parted. Karina’s out of breath, still flushed and shivering, lips swollen from their kissing. Sullyoon’s gaze flicks from Yuna’s bouncing hips back to you, a grin tugging at her mouth.
“You know,” she says, softly but loud enough for all to hear, “he deserves some fucking credit for not blowing already.”
Wonyoung raises an eyebrow, arms crossed. She doesn’t interrupt, just watches. Yuna chuckles breathlessly as she grinds her hips again, this time harder, clenching on your cock as she lifts and sinks, her thighs flexing with every controlled motion. “Mmm, right? He’s being such a good boy,” she coos, rolling her hips, her voice dipping to a low murmur. “Holding back like that, keeping it in. Such good control…”
She pauses, sitting all the way down on you again, then leans forward with a grin, twisting to look at your face. Her hand slides down, past your stomach, and cups your balls through the base of her pussy. The squeeze is careful but firm, her fingers exploring the weight of them as her grin widens.
“Shit,” she says under her breath. “These are so full. They feel heavy as fuck.” She lifts her hips a little, stroking your length from the inside with her muscles, then settles back down with a wet slap, her ass jiggling from the impact. “There’s probably a lot in there by now,” she teases. “You’ve been holding it in through Sullyoon riding you, Karina moaning with a plug stuffed in her ass, me grinding your cock like it’s my job… damn, when you finally blow, it’s gonna be fucking insane, isn’t it?”
You grunt, tightening your grip on her waist, your abs flexing from the effort it takes not to cum right then and there. Every time she lifts off you, your cock throbs in the air, aching for release. When she slides back down, slow and snug, your balls tighten under her hand. She keeps touching them, rolling them in her palm as she rocks her hips in slow figure-eights, her walls clenching rhythmically around your shaft. You can barely breathe. Every second she draws it out is another second closer to your breaking point.
Behind her, Karina moans faintly, still flushed, her voice muffled against Sullyoon’s shoulder. Sullyoon’s fingers stroke her back now, soothing, her eyes watching Yuna like she’s impressed. She laughs lightly.
“I think he’s gonna pass out if you keep doing that,” she says.
Yuna grins and kisses your neck, her lips soft and teasing. “Not yet,” she whispers. “He hasn’t earned it yet.”
Yuna’s movements shift from teasing to needy, the playfulness in her hips giving way to urgency. She's been riding you for minutes that feel like hours, slow and deep, drawing out every drop of pleasure like it’s foreplay for herself. But it’s not. Her rhythm’s breaking. Her thighs start trembling every time she lifts herself off your cock, her breath catching in her throat with these sharp little gasps, lips parted and swollen, chest heaving against her bra. You feel her pussy start to pulse around you; tightening and fluttering with every downward drop, every slap of her ass against your thighs… her body chasing something she’s trying to hold off, but it’s not working anymore.
She lets out a louder moan, sharp and cracking.
“F-fuck… I’m close… fuck, I’m so close…”
She doesn’t stop riding you, if anything, she moves faster, grinding her clit against your pelvis with every bounce, her hands grabbing onto your shoulders now, nails biting into your skin for leverage. Her voice trembles when she speaks again, a whisper at first, then louder, breathless and wild.
“Don’t hold back, don’t fucking hold back—fuck me—fuck me hard—make me cum!”
Fuck, that's all you wanted to hear.
Your fingers clamp down on her waist, and you slam her down onto your cock, hard, your hips jerking upward at the same time, bottoming out deep inside her with a wet, brutal smack. She screams (a real one) choked and high, head snapping back as her pussy clamps down on you like a vice. You don’t give her time to breathe. You start fucking her like your brain’s gone, your hands guiding her body up and down on your cock, her thighs clapping against your hips, the bed frame groaning from the weight of your thrusts. It’s all messy now, no rhythm, just raw need, your cock punching into her soaked, fluttering cunt again and again, harder each time. Yuna’s moans are desperate now. Loud, cracked, real. She slams her palm between her legs, fingers going straight to her clit, rubbing fast and sloppy, hips bucking into her own hand, mouth falling open with every spasm of pleasure that racks her body.
She’s babbling, voice broken, almost sobbing from how deep you’re buried inside her. Her whole body is tight, coiled like a spring, legs twitching, her stomach tensing with every thrust, her clit swollen and soaked from how hard she’s been rubbing. Wonyoung steps forward slowly, eyes locked on the scene, and her voice is like a whip crack.
“Make her cum. Now.”
You don’t need to be told twice. You slam her down again, burying every thick inch into her, your grip bruising tight as your cock throbs inside her fluttering heat. Yuna’s hand is a blur between her legs, her voice pitching into a scream.
“I’m cumming—I’m fucking cumming—fuck, it’s too much—”
Her entire body goes stiff in your lap. Then it hits.
She explodes with a scream, shaking violently as the orgasm overtakes her, every muscle locking up. Her pussy grips you like it’s trying to crush you, pulsing and spasming around your cock as waves of heat roll through her core. Her legs kick out, her back arches, and she clings to your shoulders like she’s drowning. Her thighs spasm against your hips, her fingers digging into your chest now, nails scraping down your skin.
You hold her there, not moving anymore, just feeling her ride the wave, her cunt milking you in hard, rhythmic squeezes. She keeps twitching, little cries spilling from her lips as she rides every aftershock, her pussy making these messy, obscene noises with every throb, her clit still pulsing from the overload.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck—” she gasps, collapsing forward against you, face buried in your neck, breath ragged, sweat pouring down her back. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close while she trembles and whimpers against your skin. It takes a full minute for her to calm down, her thighs still twitching, her chest rising and falling like she just ran a marathon.
Then Wonyoung clears her throat.
“That’s enough,” she says flatly.
Yuna groans in protest but slowly lifts herself off your cock, her legs shaking under her weight, your cock sliding free with a wet, messy squelch, still rock-hard and soaked in her cum. She stumbles over to the bed, collapsing onto it face-down with a heavy exhale, ass still wobbling from the force of the ride.
Sullyoon leans over with a little grin, raises her hand, and smacks her ass hard, right over the reddened skin. Revenge. The sound echoes, and Yuna yelps, jolting slightly.
“Damn, Yuna,” Sullyoon giggles. “You rode him like a fucking demon.”
Yuna mumbles something into the mattress, breathless and ruined, one hand reaching back to rub her sore cheek.
“Shut up and gimme five minutes…”
Wonyoung just smirks and turns to Karina.
“Now. Your turn. Get back on all fours.”
Karina obeys without speaking. Her knees sink into the mattress, palms bracing in front of her as she positions herself, ass high, head down, breathing slow and shaky. She doesn’t look back. Wonyoung steps forward without a word, crouching behind her, and places her hand on the base of the plug. Karina whines at the touch alone, thighs twitching inward.
“Be still.”
Karina nods and braces.
Wonyoung slides the plug out in one smooth, slow pull. Karina gasps, her back arches, a broken moan ripping from her throat as her rim stretches wide then closes again, twitching, raw and gaping. Slick lube coats the plug’s shaft, creamy and glistening, and Wonyoung sets it down with a little smirk, running her fingers lightly along Karina’s ass just to watch her shiver.
“You were obedient,” Wonyoung says, almost fond. “You stayed plugged like a good girl. You followed every fucking order.”
Karina’s breath catches, hope flickering in her voice. “So I can… finally…?”
Wonyoung smiles. “Yes.” She turns her head toward you and snaps her fingers. “Come here, freak. She’s earned her reward.”
You’re already moving before she finishes the sentence. You’re still hard, aching, throbbing, and you can barely think through it, but the tension in the room makes you slow your steps.
“But,” Wonyoung says, raising her voice just enough to stop you in your tracks, “it’s going in her ass.”
Karina’s entire body stiffens. Her head whips around, wide-eyed, lips parting in stunned disbelief. “W-what…?”
Wonyoung steps to the side, folding her arms again. “If you want to cum tonight, it’s going to be on his cock—in your ass.”
“I didn’t ask,” Wonyoung cuts her off coldly. “You can take it. You want your orgasm? Then shut the fuck up and take what you’re given.”
Yuna lets out a delighted little gasp, grinning like Christmas came early. “Oh my god, this is gonna be so good…”
Sullyoon, already on the bed beside her, frowns faintly, brushing a hand over Karina’s shoulder. “You don’t have to if—”
“She’s doing it,” Wonyoung says, turning her glare on Sullyoon, who backs off immediately, hands up in surrender. Karina swallows hard, her face still red, eyes darting between the three of you, and then, finally, she nods. Hesitant. Reluctant. But nodding.
“I’ll do it…” she says quietly, glancing at you. “But please—go slow…”
You step closer, gently resting your hand on her back, fingers brushing up her spine.
“I will,” you whisper. “I promise.”
Wonyoung clicks her tongue.
“He doesn’t make the rules,” she mutters. “But yes—slow, obviously. Now do your fucking job.”
You nod once and slide your hand down Karina’s lower back, palm splayed over the dip just above her ass. Her body tenses, breath hitching at your touch, but she doesn’t pull away. She’s trembling, terrified and aroused all at once, and your stomach knots in that strange way again, torn between lust and something dangerously close to care.
Yuna’s suddenly right beside you, grinning, holding the bottle of lube in one hand.
“Here,” she says cheerfully, popping the cap and squeezing a generous line along your cock. It’s cold, shocking against your skin, but you grunt as she smears it in with her hand, slow and thorough. “We’ll make sure she’s nice and slick.”
Then she moves behind Karina, spreading her cheeks again with one hand, and pours more lube directly onto her twitching hole.
Karina whimpers.
“Gotta help her too,” Yuna says, rubbing it in with two fingers, slow circles that make Karina gasp and moan. “Poor baby’s so tight…”
Once everything’s coated, Yuna pats your cock and steps back, clapping her hands. “Alright, stud. She’s ready.”
You grip your shaft, position yourself, and slide forward, just the tip pressing against her entrance. The resistance is immediate. Hot and tight and trembling. Karina sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. You pause, lean down, whisper against her ear.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods without looking up. “Just… slow. Please…”
You push forward a little. Even just the head feels like a violation. Her body shudders, a loud moan breaking from her lips, half pain, half disbelief.
“Oh—oh fuck! it’s huge!”
You stop again, one hand on her hip, the other stroking her back. You wait for her to breathe, to settle. Then you start again. Millimeter by millimeter, your cock stretches her open, and Karina whines through her teeth, fists clenching the sheets, toes curling. Her thighs are soaked, slick drips down the insides of her legs, proof that pain and arousal have long since blurred. Every few seconds, you stop, just long enough for her to catch her breath, before you push a little deeper.
“God,” Sullyoon whispers from behind, hugging a pillow to her chest, eyes wide. “He’s really doing it…”
Yuna sits beside her, fascinated. “Look at her hole,” she says gleefully. “It’s fucking swallowing him.”
Karina cries out again as another inch slips in.
“F-fuck, it’s—too big—please—”
“You’re doing amazing,” you murmur, and you mean it. “Just a little more…”
Her body clamps down, squeezing you like it’s trying to push you out and pull you in at the same time. You slow down again, your cock slick and throbbing, the pressure unbelievable, her body wrapping around you tighter than anything you’ve ever felt.
Wonyoung watches it all from the corner of the bed, arms crossed, lips curled into a quiet, satisfied smile.
“That’s it,” she purrs. “Stretch her out. She’ll never forget it.”
Karina’s moans rise in pitch, her body soaked with sweat now, ass flushed and stretched, you're still halfway in, cock glistening with lube and Karina’s juices, your hands gripping her hips like she’ll drift away if you let go. Her body is trembling under you: legs shaking, back arched, her forehead pressed to the sheets. Her moans come in shaky bursts, broken syllables spilling from her lips between gasps. You’re going slow (agonizingly slow) but even that feels like too much for her. The pressure is overwhelming. The stretch makes her wince with every inch, but she hasn’t told you to stop yet, and her soaked thighs betray the truth: she’s aching for it, terrified of it, and turned on beyond words.
You keep your pace steady, pushing in another inch. She cries out, voice cracking, one hand flying back to grip your wrist.
“S-stop—please—I can’t—it’s too much—!”
You freeze immediately, body tense, chest heaving as you struggle to not blow from the way she squeezes around you, like a velvet vice locked in desperation. Sweat drips from your forehead onto her lower back as you hold yourself there, just breathing, feeling her twitch and clench around the thick girth pulsing inside her. Your cock’s only a little more than halfway in, but the look on her face says she’s already overwhelmed.
Her face is buried in the sheets, bright red and dripping with sweat. Her eyes are shut tight, lips parted in a silent moan. And between her legs, her pussy is dripping, messy and obscene, leaving trails down her thighs. She’s shaking from the stretch, but she’s dripping from the want. It’s chaos, and her body is split right down the middle. Wonyoung shifts on the bed beside her, standing now, arms folded across her chest. Her gaze drops to where you’re still inside Karina’s ass, her head tilting slightly. Cool and calculated.
“How much?” she asks you. Her voice is flat, but curious.
You glance down your shaft. “Little more than half.”
She kneels beside Karina, brushing strands of hair from her face, then leans in close. Karina’s still gasping, unable to speak. Wonyoung looks back up at you.
“That’s enough.”
You pause, nodding, your cock twitching from the pressure building between restraint and raw, near-painful pleasure.
“Start moving,” Wonyoung commands. “Let her feel what she earned.”
You shift your grip on Karina’s hips, sliding your hands up her waist as your thighs tense. She lets out a shaky, helpless sound when you pull back just a couple inches, her body clenching again, like she doesn’t want to let you go, and then you push forward again, slow and deep, not adding more depth but grinding within what she can take.
Karina groans—long and broken.
“Fffuuckk…” she moans into the mattress, hips quaking. “It’s so big, so thick, I can’t believe you’re in my ass… fuck—it’s too much—it’s so full…”
You move again, withdrawing slightly and thrusting slowly back in. Her body jerks with each motion, every slow grind making her rim flutter, her ass stretched and twitching. The sensation has your spine tingling, a tight, searing heat wrapping around your cock like wet silk squeezed over bone. Yuna leans over the edge of the bed, eyes wide with awe, a dirty grin painted across her face.
“She’s taking it like a champ,” she says, grinning. “Look at her—look at that grip. Holy shit.”
Sullyoon’s perched at the headboard, arms hugging her knees, watching with this mix of sympathy and raw curiosity. Her cheeks are pink, eyes wide, lips parted.
“She’s doing so good…” she whispers. “I don’t think I could…”
Wonyoung leans in and cups Karina’s cheek gently, tilting her face so she can see her expression. Karina’s eyes flutter open; glassy, unfocused, filled with overwhelmed heat.
“You’re not gonna forget this,” Wonyoung murmurs, a little smile touching her lips. “No one ever forgets their first real stretch.”
Karina whines, biting her lip, trying to stay still as your hips begin to find a rhythm. You rock into her gently, each thrust short and slow, giving her body time to adjust while her moans grow louder, more broken. Her thighs glisten with arousal, and her hands fist the sheets so tight her knuckles go white.
“I-it’s too good,” she sobs out. “I didn’t know it would feel like this—why does it feel so fucking good?”
You thrust a little deeper, not by much, just enough to push the limits she’s already enduring. Her moan cuts off into a gasp, her body twitching under yours, and you swear you feel her pussy throb at the same time; her cunt untouched, but soaking like it’s getting fucked just from how your cock is stretching her ass.
Your hand slides to her lower back, stroking it gently, whispering low.
“You’re doing perfect, Karina. So fucking good…”
Her answer’s a raw moan, her ass arching slightly, offering you better access without even thinking. You start grinding deeper into her with more confidence, your cock gliding through her slickened hole in a slow, punishing rhythm that has her gasping every time your hips press against her. Yuna slides closer, one hand slipping between Karina’s thighs, hovering just above her glistening folds but not touching.
“You’re dripping all over the bed,” she says. “You love this, huh? Getting your ass fucked by the cock you ran from?”
Karina sobs into the sheets, too fucked out to answer.
Wonyoung circles behind you like a queen inspecting her soldiers, her gaze drops to the slick, stretched spot where your cock disappears into Karina’s ass, the loud, wet rhythm of your thrusts filling the room in obscene contrast to Karina’s trembling moans. Your grip is still tight on her hips, your pace steady, giving her the depth she can handle, but not much more than that.
Wonyoung exhales sharply, almost bored. “Pick up the fucking pace.” Her voice snaps through the air like a whip. “Make her scream, freak."
Before you even register the shift, her hand cuts down hard against Karina’s ass, a brutal, open-palmed slap that sends a jolt through her entire body. Karina cries out, her head lifting from the mattress, her back arching, eyes wide as her moan turns into something raw and sharp. You grit your teeth and follow the order. Your hips slam forward, the new rhythm vicious and unrelenting. Every stroke now punches into Karina’s stretched ass with a thick, wet slap, your cock sliding deeper with each thrust, balls slapping against her soaked thighs. The change is instant. She screams, loud, guttural, her hands scrabbling at the sheets, her voice cutting through the air with no filter, no shame.
“Ah—ahhh fuck—it’s too much—too much!”
You don’t slow down. You can’t. Not when Wonyoung’s standing behind you with that look in her eyes. Not when Karina’s body keeps pushing back against you like it wants every inch. Her tits bounce violently with every impact, full and heavy, swinging under her with each slam of your hips, her nipples dragging against the sheets.
Wonyoung steps forward and grabs a fistful of Karina’s hair, yanking her head up so her moaning face is fully exposed.
“This what you wanted, Karina?” she snarls, leaning down near her ear. “You begged for this cock. You begged to cum tonight. You begged for your fucking ass to be split open, and now you’re fucking screaming. Is this what you wanted?”
Karina sobs and nods through it, eyes wild, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as she cries out, “Yes! Oh my god yes, yes, yes—please—fuck, don’t stop!”
“Pathetic,” Wonyoung mutters, releasing her hair with a shove that makes Karina collapse forward again, her ass thrust up perfectly for more abuse. Then she looks at you, her expression hard. “And you,” she snaps. “Look at you. Huffing and panting like a fucking dog. You two deserve each other. Ruin this lying slut!”
You grab Karina’s hips tighter, your pace going savage now, hammering her with everything you’ve got. Her voice breaks into a string of high-pitched moans and screams, every thrust punching into her ass with punishing force, her body bouncing forward from the impact. The clap of flesh on flesh echoes through the room, her sweat-slick thighs shaking as she takes it, her pussy dripping onto the sheets like a faucet, untouched and soaked. Wonyoung watches the chaos she’s orchestrated, arms crossed again, a twisted smile forming at the corners of her lips.
“Fuck her until she forgets her name.”
Your hands stay locked on Karina’s hips, holding her firm, thumbs digging into the curves just above her ass as your cock pistons in and out of her stretched, twitching hole. She’s beyond trying to speak in full thoughts now; just babbling, moaning, her mouth open and drooling against the sheets, words falling from her like she’s half-delirious. Her spine arches deeper with each thrust, every part of her trembling as you slam into her again and again, the obscene slap of your hips meeting her ass echoing through the room, wet and brutal.
Her voice jumps pitches without warning, cracking with raw pleasure. There’s no control left in her body. Her thighs are shaking, her arms weak, her pussy glistening untouched beneath her as it drips onto the bed from the pressure alone. You watch the muscles in her ass flex and quiver with every movement of your cock, your shaft stretching her open wider than she’s ever taken, buried inside her like you’re trying to reach her fucking soul.
Yuna leans in from the edge of the bed, laughing in this low, teasing purr that’s half arousal and half mocking delight.
“Holy shit. Look at her. She’s gonna cum just from taking it in the ass like a fucking whore.”
Karina whimpers something into the sheets, something like no or yes or both at once, but her eyes are rolled back, jaw slack, her moans breaking apart like she doesn’t even understand her own body anymore. You keep going. Your thrusts stay relentless. The heat of her body, the grip of her ass around your cock, the way her hips bounce and jerk under you with every impact: it’s pure addiction. You feel her starting to tighten even more, impossibly tight, her whole body locking up like she’s about to snap in half, and her moans spiral into a high, broken whine.
“F-fuck—oh my god, it’s too—ahhh—it’s too much, I’m gonna—I can’t!”
She’s drooling onto the sheets, arms weak, knuckles white from gripping the bedding like it’s all that’s keeping her grounded. Her back arches deeper, like her body’s trying to get away and get more at the same time. Her ass swallows your cock with this obscene wet sound, slick with lube and her own mess, but so fucking tight you can feel every spasm as her rim flutters around your shaft. You glance at Karina’s face; she’s a fucking wreck. Eyes rolled back, mouth open, sweat dripping down her neck. She’s not looking at anyone, just moaning, gasping, shaking. Her pussy’s untouched, but it looks already mid-orgasm, creamy and glistening between her thighs. You slam your cock into her again, and she jolts, sobbing out a half-word, half-wail.
“I’m close,” she gasps out suddenly, louder this time. “I’m—fuck—I’m gonna cum!”
Wonyoung steps forward slowly, arms folded, eyes locked on Karina like she’s waiting to pull the trigger. “Then cum.” Karina’s whole body jerks at the sound of her voice. “Cum now,” Wonyoung growls. “I want to watch you lose it.”
You slam into her again, deeper, faster—and that’s it. That’s all it takes.
Karina screams.
She screams like her body’s being ripped open and baptized at the same time, her voice breaking as her ass clamps down around your cock like a vice, spasming, pulsing, gripping you like she’s trying to suck every drop of cum out of you without you even releasing yet. Her thighs twitch violently, knees buckling beneath her, and she collapses onto the bed fully, her face buried in the mattress, her whole body convulsing as she cums hard from her ass alone.
“Fuuuuck—oh fuck I’M CUMMING! Oh my god—fuck-fuck-fuck!!”
Her pussy gushes under her, untouched and throbbing, slick running down her thighs like her whole body’s melting. Her back arches once, twice, then drops, but she keeps shaking, every nerve lit up like she’s been plugged into a live wire. Her fists are tight in the sheets, her mouth open, drool and moans pouring out without rhythm.
She’s sobbing now, babbling through the aftershocks.
“I—oh god, I didn’t know—I can’t stop, I’m still cumming, I can’t stop, It's so good, it's so fucking good…”
You’re still inside her, cock twitching with every clench of her hole, but you don’t move, just hold her there, one hand still locked on her waist, the other stroking her back like you’re trying to keep her from slipping through the mattress.
Yuna’s staring in disbelief, biting her lip, cheeks flushed.
“She just fucking came… from her ass,” she breathes. “That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”
Sullyoon crawls closer, eyes wide and sparkling with awe, her hand hovering near Karina’s trembling shoulder. “Is she okay?” she whispers.
“She’s perfect,” Wonyoung says flatly, stepping beside her and crouching. She brushes Karina’s hair off her face. “She came like a filthy little anal slut. And she needed that.” There’s a moment of silence, then Wonyoung looks at you. “Your turn,” she says flatly. “You’ve been edging like a good little bitch all night. Now you give us your cum.”
You’re still buried in Karina’s ass, but the moment she hears Wonyoung’s voice shift like that, she groans softly and starts to lift herself. Her whole body shivers as she slowly slides off your cock, her asshole fluttering open before clenching tight, empty, twitching from the stretch. Your entire length is gleaming with slick, twitching hard as it’s exposed to the air again. You reach up, help steady Karina. She’s weak, legs barely holding her. Her skin’s flushed deep pink, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, sweat dripping down her chest. She stumbles a bit, and you help ease her down. She kneels, then braces herself upright, arms shaking, tits rising and falling with each breath. Her mouth is still parted, cheeks red, eyes dazed, but she’s looking up at you, obedient, waiting.
Wonyoung watches with one eyebrow raised.
“You made it this far,” she mutters. “Color me shocked. Most guys would’ve been pumping their load into a tissue in the first ten minutes.”
Yuna giggles, kneeling in front of you, her eyes still sparkling with a manic energy. “That’s because you scare the cum out of most guys just by walking into the room, Wony. They probably blow their load just thinking about disappointing you.”
“It’s a talent,” Wonyoung shrugs, a picture of regal indifference, though her eyes are fixed on your straining cock with an unnerving focus. She runs the tip of her tongue over her plump lower lip. “But you,” she says, “you don’t have to hold back anymore. You’ve been a good little freak, edging for us all night. Now it’s time for your reward… or perhaps, our reward from you.”
Sullyoon moves next, a quiet, graceful wraith in the dimly lit room. She slides up beside Karina and brushes a stray strand of hair behind Karina’s ear, then leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her cheek. Karina leans into the touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips, her body trembling almost imperceptibly. Sullyoon rests a comforting hand on Karina’s thigh, her thumb stroking gently, before turning her full attention to you. Her eyes, usually wide with an innocent curiosity, are now dark, dilated, and utterly captivated by the sight of your huge cock.
You’re standing now, swaying slightly, your body a live wire of overstimulated nerves. Your cock is a flushed, angry purple, pulsing with a life of its own, veins snaking across its thick shaft like swollen rivers. It’s utterly drenched, glistening from base to tip with a disgusting, beautiful cocktail of the slick lube Yuna had applied earlier, and the clear, sticky juices that seeped from Karina’s ass as you stretched her. It’s still leaking pre-cum—one fat, pearly droplet hanging precariously from the swollen head, threatening to fall. The ache in your balls is a relentless, throbbing agony, a heavy, full sensation that promises an explosive release. Every inch of your skin is buzzing, screaming with a desperate, almost painful need.
Yuna, never one for patience, has already wrapped her surprisingly strong fingers around the base of your shaft, her touch possessive and demanding.
“Fuck, you’re so hard,” she whispers, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and greedy anticipation. She gives you a preliminary squeeze, making you grunt. “He’s still this fucking hard? After being inside four of us? You didn’t cum once?” Her voice is incredulous, a hint of challenge in it.
“Not yet,” Sullyoon breathes. She licks her lips slowly, her gaze unwavering from your cock. “But he’s close. I can feel it. He’s about to burst.”
“Let’s fix that,” Wonyoung declares. She glides forward and kneels before you, a queen preparing to receive tribute. The way she settles at your feet, eyes already devouring your erection, doesn't feel like submission; it feels like she’s about to break you open and claim what’s hers.
Then, it truly begins.
Wonyoung’s grip on your shaft is like iron, cool and clinical, yet sending shivers of heat through you. Her other hand instantly dives down, fingers deftly finding and cupping your aching, heavy balls. They feel like overripe fruit, swollen and tender. "Fuck, these are absolutely full," she grunts. She gives them a calculated squeeze, just enough to make you let out a strangled moan, your hips twitching. Meanwhile, Karina, seemingly over her initial trepidation, has crawled forward, her eyes glazed with a new kind of desperate hunger. She takes the very tip of your cock into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue flicking nervously against the sensitive slit. "You've been saving it all up for us, haven't you, my little freak?" Wonyoung continues. "Such a good little cum-toy, filled to the brim, just waiting for your goddesses to drain you."
"He's gonna paint us! He’s going to fucking drench us!" Yuna shrieks with manic delight, her own hand a blur at the base of your cock, stroking furiously. The friction is intense, slick with spit and your own copious pre-cum. Her tongue becomes a relentless tease around the thick crown, darting, licking, swirling. "Give it to me, toy! I want every last drop!"
Sullyoon is pressing kisses up your thigh, her breath hot against your skin, her hands gripping your other leg for balance. Her voice, usually so gentle, is surprisingly demanding, raw with need. "Please... oh god, please just let it go... I need to see it… I need to taste you… Don’t make us wait anymore, you bad boy!"
Karina, trembling visibly, lifts her head, her eyes wide and unfocused, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening tip of your cock. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing ragged. "You can do it... cum for us... please, after everything... just let us have it," she begs. "Fill me up too..."
Wonyoung meets your eyes, that cruel, beautiful smirk is back. "That's right, toy. You heard them. They’re begging for your filth. Sullyoon wants to taste it. Karina wants you to fill her pathetic mouth. Yuna wants you to drown her. They’re all desperate for it. But I demand it." Her voice drops to a menacing growl. "You’re going to fucking erupt. You’re going to cover every last inch of us in that disgusting, potent seed you’ve been brewing inside that freakish cock of yours. Do you understand? This isn't about your pleasure. This is about ours. This is your sole purpose." Her fingers tighten on your balls, her thumb pressing hard and deep into the sensitive perineum, making you cry out. "Now. Explode for your queen, you worthless piece of meat!"
Her hand on your shaft speeds up to match Yuna's frenetic pace. Both of them are now a dizzying blur of motion, tugging, stroking, squeezing, their combined efforts an exquisite torture. Karina latches her mouth onto the entire head of your cock, sucking with a primal, vacuum-like force that steals your breath, her tongue a rough, insistent pressure coiling around the shaft. Yuna’s ecstatic giggles turn into sharp, needy moans as she feels the tell-tale, unstoppable convulsions starting deep within your groin, traveling up the base of your cock. Sullyoon and Karina press closer, a tangle of limbs and desperate hands, their touch now almost frantic, greedy, fingers grabbing at your thighs, your stomach, your hips, anywhere they can make contact, as if trying to absorb your impending orgasm through sheer proximity.
"He's doing it! He's really gonna blow! Oh my god, look at him shake!" Yuna screams.
"Fucking finally!" Wonyoung growls stroking your cock. "Give it to your queen, you pathetic mutt! Give me every last fucking drop!"
And then it happens. Your vision whites out completely. A guttural, inhuman roar tears from your throat, a sound you don’t even recognize as your own, echoing off the walls of the luxurious apartment. Your hips buck uncontrollably, a violent, spastic jerk that nearly throws the girls off you.
The first jet of your cum shoots out with impossible, almost painful force, thick as cream and blindingly white. It splatters directly onto Wonyoung’s perfectly sculpted face. She barely flinches, just lets out a choked gasp, her eyes widening for a split second in surprise at the sheer power before they narrow again in dark triumph. Your hot seed is already dripping from her chin, smeared across her cheek, mixed with her saliva, a victorious smirk plastered on her semen-streaked face. "Yes! That's it, you filthy animal! Fucking drown me!"
Another jet follows, then another, and another, each one seemingly hotter, thicker, more voluminous than the last. You're a fucking firehose, completely and utterly out of control, your body just a vessel for this unstoppable eruption.
"My turn! My turn! Hit me with that fucking load!!" Sullyoon screams, scrambling forward with surprising agility, her usually angelic face now contorted into a mask of fierce, desperate need. She positions herself right in the line of fire, her small hands cupping her equally small breasts, her mouth wide open like a baby bird. A thick rope of your cum arcs through the air and lands squarely on her chest, another jet splattering across her cheek and directly into her parted lips. She gasps, a delighted, messy sound, already licking it up with greedy swipes of her tongue. "Oh my god... it's so much... so warm... and it tastes… amazing!"
"Don't you dare forget me!" Karina cries out. She’s pushing past Sullyoon, her eyes fixed on your still-spewing cock like it’s the only thing in the world. "Please! I need it! I earned this!" A fresh torrent of your seed catches her full in the face, soaking her hair, plastering it to her forehead, coating her eyelashes, and dripping in thick streams into her open, gasping mouth. She moans, a long, shuddering, broken sound, tears welling in her eyes (whether from the impact or sheer overwhelming emotion, you can’t tell) as she swallows convulsively, then licks her lips with a dazed, almost worshipful expression on her cum-painted face.
Yuna is practically vibrating beside you, her hands still gripping your shaft, trying to aim the spray, though it’s bucking too wildly for any real control. "Fuck yes! Me next! Fucking drown me in it, you goddamn animal!" she yells, practically shoving Karina aside to get closer. You oblige without conscious thought, another powerful surge coating her face, her neck, her small, perky tits that are now glistening under a thick layer of your seed. She throws her head back and laughs, a wild, uninhibited, joyous sound, as your cum drips down her body like a perverse baptism. "It’s like a fucking geyser! I've never seen anything like this! He's a cum machine!"
Jet after jet after jet, it just keeps coming, an unending, impossible flood. You’re emptying yourself completely, your balls cinching tight, contracting painfully with each pulse, a hollow, almost unbearable ache spreading through your loins and up into your stomach. The girls are an absolute mess, drenched, glistening, their perfect idol skin smeared and utterly coated with your thick, white seed. They’re not even trying to be neat or dignified anymore; they’re reveling in it, laughing, moaning, smearing it on each other.
"Holy shit," Wonyoung says, breathless for once, a genuine note of awe in it. She looks down at her own cum-splattered chest and hands. "He really was full. Fucking packed to the rafters." A small, almost proud smile touches her lips. "Good boy." She slowly wipes a thick smear of cum from her perfect lips with a thumb and licks it clean with deliberate, sensual slowness.
Finally, with one last, shuddering, weaker pulse, you’re empty. Utterly spent. Your cock twitches pathetically, still painfully hard but no longer gushing, merely slick and dripping with their combined spit and your own rapidly cooling load. You sag forward, gasping for breath, your entire body trembling from the sheer intensity of the release, black spots dancing in front of your eyes. The room slowly comes back into focus, filled with the sounds of their ragged panting, their wet, satisfied laughter, and the overwhelmingly pungent, salty-sweet smell of your spilled seed..
"Fuck," Yuna breathes, looking down at your dick, which is still defiantly, impressively erect despite the massive load you just shot. "Is it... is it still hard? After all that?" She reaches out a tentative, cum-slicked finger and pokes the head. Your cock gives a noticeable throb in response. Yuna’s eyes widen. "Oh my god. It is still hard." She looks up, her eyes meeting Wonyoung’s, then Sullyoon’s, then Karina’s. "Girls... I think our toy isn't done playing yet."
Sullyoon crawls closer. "No way... really? Can he go again?"
Karina, looking utterly debauched and surprisingly radiant under her coating of your cum, nods enthusiastically. "He has to! That was... that was incredible. I want more."
They all start to speak at once, their voices a chorus of greedy demands.
"More, toy!"
"Don't tell me you're finished!"
"You’ve got more in there for us, don't you?"
"Come on, freak, give us another load!"
Wonyoung silences them with a raised hand. She leans close to you again, that imperious glint back in her eyes, her gaze dropping to your still-throbbing erection. Her hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around your slick shaft. "You heard them," she says. "They're not satisfied. And frankly," she gives your cock a slow, deliberate stroke, "neither am I."
Her other hand comes up, and with a speed that surprises you, she delivers a sharp, stinging slap right across the head of your dick. A choked gasp tears from your lips, your hips instinctively jerking. The pain is shocking, but it’s instantly followed by a wave of intense, almost unbearable pleasure. Your cock pulses violently in her grip.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Wonyoung sneers. "Like being roughed up a little? Like being reminded you’re just our fuck-meat?" Another slap, harder this time, landing on the already hypersensitive tip. You cry out, a raw, helpless sound.
"Answer me, slut!" she barks.
"Y-yes," you gasp out, shame and arousal warring within you. "Yes, I like it..."
"Pathetic," she spits, but her lips are curved into a satisfied smile. She continues to stroke you with one hand, her rhythm firm and steady, while the other delivers a relentless series of slaps. Each impact sends jolts of pure, agonizing pleasure through your system. Your balls are tightening again, an impossible ache building deep inside. The girls are watching, breathless, their faces a mixture of shock and intense arousal. Yuna is openly touching herself, her fingers disappearing between her cum-smeared thighs. Sullyoon is biting her lip so hard it’s a wonder it’s not bleeding. Karina is just staring, her mouth slightly agape.
"Beg for it," Wonyoung commands, her strokes becoming faster, her slaps more precise, each one aimed at the most sensitive parts of your cock. "Beg me to let you cum again, you disgusting freak."
"Please," you groan, "Please, Wonyoung... let me cum... I need to..."
SMACK! This one is directly on the slit, a brutal, stinging impact.
Your vision explodes in white light. You can’t hold it back any longer.
With a strangled scream, you erupt again. It’s not the voluminous flood from before, but it’s thick, ropy, and impossibly potent, shooting out in desperate, pulsing spurts.
Wonyoung doesn’t flinch, doesn't stop stroking, doesn’t stop slapping. She just watches, a terrifyingly beautiful goddess of pleasure and pain, as your second load sprays across her hand, her arm, adding to the sticky mess already coating her.
The other girls cry out in unison, scrambling closer, mouths open, hands outstretched, desperate to catch any stray drops. Yuna manages to get her mouth under the stream for a moment, swallowing greedily, while Sullyoon and Karina try to catch the ropes of semen on their tongues, their faces eager and flushed.
It goes on and on, your body wracked with spasms, your mind completely gone, lost in a whirlwind of humiliation and ecstasy. More slaps, more strokes, more cum, until you’re utterly, completely drained, gasping for air, your vision blurry.
They’re all around you, closer now, their bodies slick and gleaming, their faces alight with a primal satisfaction. Wonyoung finally lets go of your now semi-flaccid, thoroughly abused cock, a triumphant smirk on her lips.
"Good boy," she purrs, wiping a fresh glob of your cum from her cheek and licking it from her fingers. "You finally learned how to be useful."
Instead of rushing to clean up properly, they start playing. Yuna, giggling like a maniac, licks a thick glob of your cum from Sullyoon’s small, firm breast. "Mmm, salty," she declares, then dives in to suckle the nipple, her tongue swirling. Sullyoon moans, arching into it, her hands coming up to smear more of your sticky seed from her stomach onto Yuna’s cheek.
"You’re such a nasty whore, Yuna." Sullyoon laughs.
Karina, looking dazed but with a soft smile playing on her lips, tentatively licks a streak of cum from her own arm. Wonyoung watches them for a moment, a rare, almost fond smirk on her face, before she grabs Karina’s wrist. "Don't waste it, idiot," she says, then pulls Karina’s hand to her own mouth, licking the cum from Karina's skin with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue, her eyes daring Karina to react. Karina just shivers, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.
It’s an insane, beautiful, disgusting sight. Four of the most lusted-after women on the planet, acting like depraved sluts, covered head-to-toe in your fucking seed.
Your legs finally give out. You collapse onto the massive bed, your body a dead weight, every muscle screaming in protest. Exhaustion hits hard a deep, boneless fatigue that makes even breathing feel like an effort.
One by one, the girls, still sticky and laughing, crawl onto the bed around you, their combined weight making the mattress sag. They’re not careful, their cum-smeared bodies pressing against you, against the pristine grey duvet, leaving wet, pearly patches everywhere. Yuna flops down beside you, throwing a sticky arm over your chest. Sullyoon curls up on your other side, resting her head on your shoulder, her hair damp with sweat and semen. Karina hesitates, then slowly settles at the foot of the bed, leaning against your legs. Wonyoung, of course, perches at the head, looking down at all of you like a queen surveying her messy, sated kingdom.
"I... I can't believe this actually happened," you manage to croak out.
Karina looks at you, her eyes soft, a genuine concern in them. "Are you... are you good? You look wrecked."
"Yeah," you sigh, your head lolling to the side. "Just... exhausted. Completely fucking drained."
"Aren't we all," Yuna groans, nuzzling her face into your chest. "But holy shit, that was... incredible. Best night of my life, no joke."
Sullyoon nods against your shoulder. "Definitely the most... memorable."
"I think... I think it was worth it after all, having been deceived by Karina just to be used by you, girls," you admit, a tired smile touching your lips as you look at Karina.
Karina’s expression flickers. "You’re... you’re not mad? That I tricked you? Lied to you?"
Before you can answer, Wonyoung cuts in. "Mad? He should be on his fucking knees thanking us. Grateful that he had the privilege of spending a night with us, serving a purpose. Most losers only dream of this, and he got to live it. He got to empty his pathetic balls into K-pop royalty."
Yuna and Sullyoon murmur their agreement. "She's right, you know," Yuna says, patting your cheek with a sticky hand. "You hit the jackpot, toy."
"So, how's that pretty little ass of yours feeling, Jimin?" Wonyoung asks, her gaze shifting to Karina, a cruel amusement dancing in her eyes.
Karina shifts uncomfortably, wincing. "It’s... burning. A lot. Like, really a lot."
"Good," Wonyoung says, utterly unsympathetic. "It'll hurt even more tomorrow. And the day after that. Maybe then you'll learn your lesson about exaggerating dick sizes to me. Or lying in general."
Karina sighs, a weary sound that’s tinged with exasperation. "You’re a fucking maniac, Wonyoung. You know that, right?"
Wonyoung’s smile is pure, unadulterated wickedness. "Yes, I do," she purrs. "A total, unrepentant maniac. But," she spreads her arms, gesturing to the cum-soaked bed, the exhausted bodies, the lingering scent of raw sex, "I also organize the best group sex you’ll ever have. And all you bitches fucking love it."
Yuna pushes herself up on her elbows. "Fuck yes, we do, Queen Wony!" she practically screams. "Holy shit, this was… this was next level. I thought I knew what good dick was, but this," she gestures vaguely towards your groin with a cum-stained hand, "this little freak that Karina brought us? And everything you made us do to him? And what you made him do to us?" She shivers, a full-body tremor. "My cunt is still twitching just thinking about it. My face is a glazed fucking donut of his spunk, and I've never felt hotter. You're a goddamn visionary, Wonyoung. A cruel, twisted, dick-obsessed visionary, and I fucking worship you for it!" She collapses back onto you with a happy sigh, nuzzling her sticky face into your neck.
Sullyoon, curled beside you, nods slowly. "She's right, Wony.” Her fingers, still tracing absentminded patterns on your cum-smeared arm, tighten slightly. "I… I’ve never experienced anything like tonight. Ever." A shy, almost guilty smile touches her lips. "When you… when you made him put his hand on my throat while he was… inside me… and then when Karina was screaming while you plugged her…" She shudders, a different kind of tremor, one of pure, overwhelmed ecstasy. "It was terrifying. And so, so fucking hot. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. And watching him… watching him just explode all over us…" Her eyes flick down to your crotch, then back to Wonyoung, wide and adoring. "You… you really do know how to throw a party, Wony. The best, nastiest, most unforgettable party."
"She's… she’s not wrong," Karina admits. "I thought… when you first told me your plan… I thought you were insane. Actually insane." A small, shaky laugh escapes her. "And when you made me… when he was in my ass… I thought I was going to die. It hurt so much." Her hand instinctively goes to her still-tender backside. "But then… when I came…" Her voice breaks, and she has to swallow hard before continuing. "It was… it was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. Like my whole body just… shattered. And then watching him… watching him just give everything to us like that… You’re a fucking monster, Wonyoung. A beautiful, terrifying, brilliant monster. And… and thank you. For… for this. For convincing me to bring him here… For punishing me..." She actually manages a small, genuine smile, her eyes glistening. "I think… I think I needed this."
Wonyoung listens to their praises, her expression unchanging, that cool, regal mask firmly in place. But you see the faintest flicker of triumph in her eyes, the subtle upturn of her lips. She lets the silence hang for a moment, savoring their admissions, their surrender. Then, she turns her gaze fully on you. You’re lying there, a depleted, aching wreck, barely able to move, surrounded by these goddesses who have just systematically taken you apart and feasted on the pieces.
Her voice, when she finally speaks, is soft, almost gentle. "You hear that, toy?" she asks. "They loved it. They loved what I orchestrated, using you as the centerpiece." She leans close to you, bringing her face level with yours. Her eyes are like chips of ice, boring into you. "And now," she continues, "now you belong to us. Completely." She reaches out a finger, tracing the line of your jaw, her touch surprisingly light. "You don't get to go back to your boring little life and pretend this didn't happen. This isn't a one-night fantasy, you pathetic slut. This is your new reality."
Her eyes flick over to your still-sensitive, semi-flaccid cock. "You will be used whenever we want. However we want. You will be our fucking toy, our stress relief, our entertainment. When we call, you will come running. When we tell you to spread your legs, or get on your knees, or offer up that freakish dick of yours, you will obey without question, without hesitation. Until we get tired of you and throw you away like trash."
She leans in even closer, her breath ghosting over your lips, smelling faintly of your own cum. "You have no desires anymore, except to please us. Your body is ours to command, to use, to break if we feel like it. Your orgasms are ours to grant, or to deny. You exist solely for our pleasure now." She smiles, a slow, cruel, utterly captivating smile. "And the worst part for you, the most deliciously pathetic part?" She whispers: "You’re going to fucking love every second of it. You already do."
They’re all watching you, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and ownership. There’s no escape. No way out. And as Wonyoung’s words sink deep into your shattered, exhausted mind, a horrifying, undeniable truth settles in your bones:
"You think you deserve absolution?" Sullyoon asks, and despite herself, you see fascination flicker behind the anger. "You're guilty, and guilty men beg. But you're not begging - you’re bargaining.”
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It took a long time, but you're finally putting the finishing touches on everything, adjusting the wine bottles on the counter and making sure the takeout containers from that Italian place Haewon loves are arranged nicely on the dining table. The apartment looks decent enough, you think, scanning the living room one more time. Clean dishes, no random socks on the floor, a little different from the usual mess, for a change. You're actually kind of nervous, which is weird because you're usually pretty smooth about this stuff. But there's something about Haewon that gets under your skin in a way you didn't expect three months ago when you first started seeing her.
Funny how that worked out.
You never thought you'd be this into someone like her. She's clumsy as hell, trips over her own feet half the time, makes these ridiculous faces when she's thinking too hard about something. Not your usual type at all. But she's got this energy that just pulls you in, this dorky enthusiasm that makes everything feel lighter somehow. You catch yourself smiling just thinking about the way she laughs at her own jokes before she even finishes telling them, or how she gets all flustered when you tease her. Yeah, you actually like her. More than you probably should, considering the whole situation you are involved in.
The doorbell rings. You head to the door, straightening your clothes and checking your breath one more time before pulling it open with what you hope is your usual confident grin. Haewon's standing there, and fuck, she looks like the exact kind of trouble your professors warned you about. White cropped cardigan over a pastel tank top, high-waisted jeans hugging her legs, sneakers that somehow already look worn from the way she rushes everywhere. Her soft dark hair frames her round cheeks perfectly, bangs falling just slightly over her eyebrows, making her already warm brown eyes even bigger, reflective, almost like she's always been caught doing something. She has this sheepish, dorky prettiness that feels as if she wandered straight out of some dreamy slice-of-life movie. Beautiful, but approachable.
But this time she isn't smiling. Her lips are pressed together, not in that cute pout she does when she's pretending to be annoyed with you, but in actual tension. Those big eyes of hers, usually sparkling with whatever emotion is running through her head, look almost worried.
"Hey," you start, your smile faltering just a bit. "You okay?"
But before she can answer, before you can even process what's happening, someone else steps out from behind the wall next to your door. Your entire body goes cold. Sullyoon. Holy shit. Holy actual shit.
She's standing there like some kind of avenging angel, and you're struck again by just how stupidly gorgeous she is. Sullyoon's always been the kind of beautiful that doesn't seem entirely fair to everyone else. Her face is almost ethereal, these delicate features that somehow manage to be both soft and striking at the same time. High cheekbones, a nose that's perfectly straight, lips that are full and naturally pouty even when she's not trying. But it's her eyes that really get you, almond-shaped and intense, currently boring into you with an expression that promises violence. Casual as her outfit is (oversized cream sweater with a pleated skirt and boots that make her legs look endless), she almost always has that expression of someone who is dealing with official business (the business of ending your life, probably).
"We need to talk."
You can barely hear what she said, your ears are ringing, and you realize you're still just standing there in the doorway like an idiot, your brain trying desperately to catch up with this absolute nightmare scenario that's unfolding in real time.
"This is an unexpected surprise," you manage, trying to inject some of your usual easy confidence. You step back, gesturing for them to come in because what else are you going to do, slam the door in their faces? That's not going to make this any better.
They walk in, Haewon first, her steps small and hesitant, followed by Sullyoon who moves like she owns the place. The contrast between them is almost painful to watch. Haewon's shoulders are hunched slightly, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her bag, while Sullyoon stands tall and rigid, her arms crossed over her chest. You close the door behind them.
"Look, I know this seems bad," you start, already shifting into lawyer mode because that's what you do when things get complicated. "But there's a completely plausible justification for this whole thing if you'd just let me explain."
"That's such bullshit."
Sullyoon's words are clipped, precise. She's not yelling, which somehow makes it worse. There's this controlled anger radiating off her that makes you think of a pot about to boil over.
"Sullyoon, come on, just hear me out for a second. I can explain everything if you'd just give me a chance to—"
"Explain?" She cuts you off, taking a step closer. "You're going to explain what, exactly? How you're a worthless scoundrel who's been playing both of us? How you thought you could just keep us both around and we'd never figure it out?"
"That's not what I was thinking." You hold up your hands in a placating gesture, trying to keep your voice level and reasonable even though panic is starting to creep up your spine. "You're jumping to conclusions here."
"I'm jumping to exactly the right conclusion." Her eyes flash. "You've been seeing both of us. Both of us. Like we're just some kind of game to you."
You let out a long breath, running a hand over your face. This is bad. This is really bad. Your mind is racing, trying to figure out the best angle here, the right words to defuse this situation before it completely explodes. You look between them, Sullyoon with her righteous fury and Haewon who looks like she might cry or bolt at any second.
"Okay, first of all," you say, trying to buy yourself some time to think. "How do you two even know each other? I mean, what are the odds that—"
"We're friends."
Haewon's voice is small, almost non-existent, and she won't meet your eyes when she says it. She's looking down at her feet, her fingers still worrying at her bag strap.
"Friends," you repeat. "You're friends. Of course you are. Because why wouldn't you be? That would be too convenient for me, wouldn't it?"
"Don't try to deflect," Sullyoon snaps. "It doesn't matter how we know each other. What matters is that you've been lying to both of us this entire time."
"Lying is a strong word." You're fully in defense mode now, your lawyer brain kicking into high gear even though you know you're standing on pretty shaky ground here. "I prefer to think of it as withholding certain information for an indefinite period of time. Technically speaking, I never actually lied about anything."
"Are you seriously trying to lawyer your way out of this right now?" Sullyoon looks at you with tremendous indignation. "You're not even a real lawyer, you're still in school! And you think semantics are going to save you here?"
"Hey, I'm a law student, which basically makes me a lawyer," you shoot back, unable to help yourself even though you know this is probably not the time for your usual schtick. "It's just a matter of a few exams and a piece of paper at this point. The knowledge is all there."
"Oh my god." Sullyoon actually laughs, but there's no humor in it. "This is unbelievable. You're actually doubling down on being an asshole right now."
Haewon makes this small noise, something between a whimper and a sigh, and you want to go to her, to explain, but Sullyoon is standing between you like a wall. You can see Haewon's eyes getting shiny with unshed tears. She's wearing this expression you've never seen on her before, this combination of hurt and confusion and something that might be hope, like she's still waiting for you to somehow make this okay.
"You're worthless," Sullyoon says. "There's no way you're getting away with this. You know that, right? You can't just charm your way out of what you did."
"But it's true!" you insist, and you can hear the desperation creeping into your own voice now. You hate how it sounds, but fuck it, you're in too deep to care about pride at this point. "Look, I know how this looks, but it just happened. It wasn't some master plan to screw you both over. One thing led to another and suddenly I was in the middle of this mess and I didn't know how to unfuck it."
Sullyoon’s not buying it, you can tell. The skepticism is written all over that perfect face, along with the anger and hurt that she's trying so hard to keep contained. You've seen her like this before, that time some asshole at a bar wouldn't leave her alone and she dressed him down with such cold precision that he practically ran away. But that fury was never directed at you before.
"I've been thinking about telling you both," you continue. "I swear to god, I have. This has been eating at me for weeks now. Every time I was with one of you, I'd think about the other, and I knew I was being a shit, I knew it wasn't fair, but I just kept putting it off because I didn't want to lose either of you."
"So you thought lying was the better option?" Sullyoon's voice rises slightly. "You thought keeping us in the dark was somehow better than being honest?"
"I didn't lie," you argue. "I just didn't tell you the whole truth. There's a difference."
"Oh, for fuck's sake." She throws her hands up. "There you go again with the lawyer bullshit. You didn't tell us you were seeing other people. That's lying by omission, which is still lying, you asshole."
You want to argue, want to find some technical loophole in her logic, but she's right and you know it. So instead you shift tactics, because that's what you do. You pivot. You look at Sullyoon, taking in the way her hands are clenched into fists at her sides.
"What I felt for you or Haewon wasn't fake. Sullyoon, you remember that night two months ago? When you came over after that disaster at work and you just completely broke down? You never let anyone see you like that, but you let me in. You cried on my shoulder for hours and told me everything about how scared you were that you weren't good enough, that you'd fail. And I held you and I listened and I meant every single thing I said to you that night. That wasn't fake. That wasn't some act."
Something flickers across her face and you know you've hit something real. She remembers. Of course she remembers. That was the night things shifted between you two, when it became more than just casual dating and started feeling like something that mattered. Then you turn to Haewon, who's still standing there looking like she wants to disappear into the floor. Her eyes are red now, tears threatening to spill over, and it makes your chest ache. She's chewing on her bottom lip, this nervous habit she has when she's trying not to cry, and you want to go to her, to pull her into your arms like you've done so many times before.
"And Haewon," you say, softer now. "That day you called me at three in the morning because you couldn't sleep, because your anxiety was through the roof and you felt like you were drowning? I drove across town in the middle of the night to be with you. I sat with you until the sun came up, talking about nothing and everything, making stupid jokes until you finally smiled again. I held your hand and told you that you weren't alone, that you were so much stronger than you thought you were. That wasn't fake either. None of it was fake."
Haewon's face crumples and a tear finally escapes, trailing down her cheek. She wipes at it quickly, almost angry at herself for showing that vulnerability in front of Sullyoon, but you saw it. You always see it with her, every little emotion that crosses her face like she's an open book.
"That's exactly why I'm so angry!" Sullyoon exclaims. "That's what makes this so much worse. Because I actually liked you. I really fucking liked you. I thought what we had was real, that it was going somewhere. I don't do this, I don't let people in like that, and you made me feel like maybe I could. Like maybe you were different."
"It IS real," you say, and you mean it with everything in you. "Sullyoon, it is real. What we have, what I have with both of you, it's all real. Maybe this doesn't have to be the end. Maybe we can figure something out."
She stares at you like you've just suggested something completely insane. (Which, fair, you kind of have.) But you're grasping at straws here, trying to find any angle that might save this situation from completely imploding.
"I know I wasn't honest," you continue, taking a step toward them. "I know I should have told you both from the start, or at least earlier than this. And I'm sorry for that, I really am. But I swear on everything that I wanted to tell you. I was working up to it, trying to figure out how to do it without losing you both, because the thought of losing either of you makes me feel sick."
"You should have thought about that before you decided to be a cheating piece of shit," Sullyoon snaps, but she's wavering, you can tell. She wants to stay angry, wants to hold onto that righteous fury, but you're getting through to her. Just a little.
"Please," you say, and you hate how the word sounds, how much you mean it. "Just sit down and talk with me. Give me a chance to explain everything, to lay it all out. If you still want to walk away after that, fine. I won't try to stop you. But at least hear me out first."
Sullyoon shakes her head, her mouth set in a hard line. She's made her decision, and it's written all over her face. This is done. You're done. She turns away from you, heading toward the door.
"Haewon, let's go," she says. "We're leaving." But Haewon doesn't move. She's rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on you with this expression that's equal parts pain and longing. You can see the war happening inside her, the way she's torn between following her friend and staying with you. Her hands are trembling slightly, and she hugs her arms around herself like she's trying to hold herself together.
"Haewon," Sullyoon repeats, sharper this time. She's at the door now, her hand on the knob, waiting. "Come on. We're done here."
"Maybe," Haewon starts, so quiet you almost don't hear it. She clears her throat, speaking a little louder. "Maybe we should listen to what he has to say."
Sullyoon whips around, her eyes wide. "Are you kidding me right now? After everything he just admitted to? After he lied to both of us for months?"
"I know, I know it's bad," Haewon says, and she's wringing her hands now. "I know he messed up. But maybe there's an explanation, maybe if we just talk about it—"
"There's no explanation that makes this okay!" Sullyoon's voice rises, genuine shock coloring her anger now. "Haewon, what are you doing? Don't tell me you're actually considering forgiving him for this."
Haewon's face flushes, embarrassment and frustration mixing together. She looks at you, then at Sullyoon, then back at you again. Her eyes are pleading, desperate, and you can see how much this is costing her to speak up.
"I liked you!" The words burst out of her, louder than you've ever heard her speak. "I liked you so much. I was falling in love with you, okay? I was making plans in my head, stupid plans about the future and what it would be like to actually be with someone who got me. Who made me feel like I wasn't too much or too weird or too anything!"
Her voice cracks on the last word and more tears spill over. She's shaking now, her whole body trembling with everything she's been holding in. You've never seen her like this, so raw and exposed, and it breaks something in you.
"I thought this time it would be real," she continues, her words coming out in this rush like if she doesn't say them now she never will. "I thought you actually cared about me, not just the fun parts but all of me. The anxious mess parts, the parts that wake up at three in the morning convinced everything is falling apart. And you did care, didn't you? That wasn't fake, what you just said about that night. I know it wasn't."
You move before you can think about it, crossing the space between you and taking her hand. Her fingers are cold and she flinches slightly at the contact, but she doesn't pull away. You squeeze gently, trying to convey everything you can't quite put into words yet. "Let me explain," you say, looking into those watery eyes. "Please, Haewon. Let me explain everything.”
"Don't do this, Haewon," Sullyoon says, plea above anger. "You're going to regret it if you listen to him."
"Just listen to what I have to say," you tell Sullyoon, meeting her eyes with as much sincerity as you can muster. Because here's the thing about you that people don't always get: beneath all the smooth talking and the charm, you actually do give a shit. You're not some heartless player, even if you've managed to land yourself in the middle of a situation that makes you look exactly like that. "After that, you can leave. Hell, you can slap me across the face if you want. I'll stand here and take it."
Sullyoon studies you for a long moment. You know her; she's weighing her options, deciding whether giving you this chance is going to be worth it or if it's just going to make everything worse. Finally, she sighs and walks back toward you and Haewon. She leans in close to her, so close that her lips are practically brushing Haewon's ear, and whispers something you can't quite make out. Whatever it is makes Haewon's eyes widen slightly, and she gives this tiny nod. You're dying to know what was said, what agreement they just made without you, but you're smart enough not to push it right now.
"Fine," Sullyoon says, straightening up. "We'll listen. But this better be good."
The three of you move to the couch, and it's awkward as hell trying to figure out the seating arrangement. You end up in the middle because of course you do, with Sullyoon on your right sitting as far away as the cushions will allow, and Haewon on your left close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off her. You're trying to figure out the best way to start this conversation that might just save your ass or completely destroy any remaining goodwill you have left.
"First," you say, ‘cause you need to understand the full scope of what you're dealing with here, "how did you two even figure this out? What gave me away?"
Sullyoon leans back against the couch, crossing her legs and fixing you with that intense stare of hers. Even pissed off and hurt, she's stupidly gorgeous, and you're momentarily distracted by the way her hair falls over her shoulder, catching the light. Focus, you tell yourself. This is not the time.
"Cigarette butts," she says simply.
"What?" You didn't get it.
"I was at Haewon's place last week," Sullyoon explains, “helping her clean up after that disaster of a party she threw. And I was taking out the trash when I noticed cigarette butts in the bin. Haewon doesn't smoke. She never has." She pauses, letting that sink in, and you're already seeing where this is going. Fuck. "So I asked her about it," Sullyoon continues. "And she got all flustered and said it was from the guy she was seeing. That he'd been over and smoked on her balcony." She turns to look at Haewon, who's staring down at her hands. "And I thought it was funny because the guy I was seeing smokes too. Which I hate, by the way. It's a disgusting habit and I've told you multiple times you need to quit."
"Noted," you mutter.
"Then Haewon got all excited. She wanted to show me a picture of her boyfriend. Well, not boyfriend exactly, but the guy she was getting serious with. The one who made her smile like an idiot every time her phone went off."
Haewon makes this small wounded sound, and you want to reach for her hand again but you're not sure if that's allowed right now. Instead you just sit there, waiting for Sullyoon to continue, even though you already know how this story ends.
"So she pulled up this photo on her phone," Sullyoon says. "Her and this guy at some coffee shop, his arm around her shoulders, both of them grinning at the camera. And I just froze. Because it was you. This smug asshole sitting right here was the guy Haewon had been gushing about for weeks. The same guy who'd been in my bed three nights before that."
You should have known, honestly. You smoke too much, you're too careless, and you definitely should have been more careful about where you left your cigarette butts. Rookie mistake, really. You're better than this.
"I should have quit smoking," you say, and you're trying for levity here, trying to break some of the tension, but it falls flat.
"It's not the fucking cigarette's fault," Sullyoon snaps. "Don't try to deflect. This is on you."
"I know," you say, and now it's time for you to actually explain, to lay it all out and hope that your natural persuasiveness can work some magic here. "I know it is. Look, when I started seeing you, Sullyoon, Haewon and I weren't serious yet. We'd been on a couple dates, sure, but it was casual. Nothing exclusive had been discussed. So when you and I met at that gallery opening and you gave me your number, there was no reason for us not to hook up."
Sullyoon maintains the same serious expression, but she doesn't interrupt, which you're taking as a good sign.
"And then things just escalated," you continue, spreading your hands in this helpless gesture. "With both of you. Faster than I expected. One week I'm taking Haewon to this indie movie she wanted to see, the next I'm staying up all night talking with you about philosophy and art and everything in between. Both of you just pulled me in, and before I knew it, I was in deep with both of you and I didn't know how to navigate it."
"You could have been honest," Sullyoon says. "That's how you navigate it. You tell the truth."
"I know that now," you say, and it is true. "I know I should have said something earlier. But every time I thought about it, I chickened out because I didn't want to lose either of you. And I know how selfish that sounds, I do. But it's the truth."
Haewon finally looks up at you, her eyes still red and watery, and you can see she's actually listening. She wants to believe you, wants there to be a way through this mess. Sullyoon is harder to read, still guarded, but she hasn't left yet. That's something.
And this is where you're going to either completely fuck this up or pull off something that shouldn't be possible. Because you're about to suggest something that most people would think is insane, but you've always been good at making insane sound reasonable. It's one of your better talents, honestly, even if it does get you into trouble sometimes. Like now.
"What if," you say slowly, carefully, "this doesn't have to be the end? What if it could be the beginning of something different?"
Sullyoon's eyes narrow.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying maybe this is actually a good thing," you continue, and you're warming up now, getting into your rhythm. This is what you do, what you're good at. You can talk your way into or out of anything if you just find the right angle. "No more secrets, no more sneaking around. Everything's out in the open now. What if instead of choosing, we just don't? What if I stay with both of you?"
As you expected: Haewon looks confused, like she's not sure she heard you correctly. Sullyoon looks like she's deciding between laughing in your face or actually killing you with her bare hands.
"You cannot be serious right now," Sullyoon says, dangerously quiet. "You actually think we're going to agree to share you? You want to have your cake and eat it too, is that it? You just want to take advantage of this situation so you can have sex with both of us at the same time. You're a damn fetishist. Typical fucking man."
"It's not like that," you argue, (and okay, maybe it is a little bit like that, but it's also more than that). "Look, my heart is just too big, alright? I can love you both equally. I do love you both. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. Why should I have to choose when I care about both of you this much?"
"I should stab you," Sullyoon says flatly. "I should actually just stab you right now and be done with it."
"I always thought you were a pacifist," you reply, and there's that little smirk tugging at your lips because you can't help yourself.
"I'm reconsidering my stance on violence," she shoots back.
But here's the thing, and you know this about yourself: you're annoyingly persistent when you want something. And right now you want this to work, not just because the sex is good with both of them, though let's be real, it definitely is, but because you genuinely care about these two women sitting on either side of you.
You don't want to lose either of them.
"Think about it," you say, leaning forward slightly. "We don't have to be stuck in society's concepts of what a relationship should look like. Why do we have to follow these arbitrary rules that say you can only love one person at a time? Who decided that? Who said that's the only way to do things?"
"Literally everyone," Sullyoon says. "Society. Culture. Common sense."
"Fuck common sense," you counter. "Common sense is boring. Common sense is for people who are afraid to try something different. This could be the beginning of something new and beautiful. Something that actually works for all three of us."
You can see Haewon's expression shifting, this little spark of curiosity lighting up in her eyes. She's actually considering it, turning the idea over in her mind. Sullyoon notices too, and she looks at her friend with something like disbelief.
"The three of us together," you continue, pressing your advantage because you can feel the momentum shifting. "No more lies, no more hiding. Everything out in the open. You two are already friends, you already care about each other. And I care about both of you. Why not make it work?"
"Because it's insane," Sullyoon argues. "Because relationships don't work like that. Someone always gets hurt, someone always ends up feeling left out or jealous or—"
"Not if we communicate," you interrupt. "Not if we're honest with each other from here on out. I know I fucked up by not being upfront from the beginning, but we can start fresh. New rules, new dynamic. All three of us in this together."
Haewon is chewing on her bottom lip again, and you know that look. She's seriously thinking about it. Because for all her insecurity and anxiety, Haewon is also weirdly open-minded about stuff like this.
"I don't know," she says quietly. "It sounds complicated."
"Everything worth doing is complicated," you say, and you finally do reach for her hand this time, lacing your fingers through hers. She doesn't pull away. "But I think we could make it work. I really do."
Sullyoon is watching this exchange with her arms crossed, and you can practically see the war happening behind her eyes. Part of her wants to walk out right now, to tell you both to go to hell and never look back. But another part, the part that actually does care about you despite everything, is intrigued. You know her well enough by now to read the signs.
"You're unbelievable," she says, sighing. "You fuck up spectacularly, and somehow you're trying to spin it into this grand romantic gesture. Like we should be grateful you're graciously allowing us both to date you."
"That's not what I'm saying," you argue. "I'm saying we could all date each other. Equal partnership. No hierarchy, no one person getting more attention than the others. We figure it out together as we go."
"And what happens when it falls apart?" Sullyoon challenges. "When the jealousy kicks in and someone feels neglected? When Haewon and I end up resenting each other because we're competing for your attention?"
"Then we deal with it like adults," you say. "We talk about it. We work through it. The same way any relationship deals with problems.”
Sullyoon turns to Haewon, and she's not just mad at you anymore, she's genuinely worried about her friend, afraid that perhaps you might corrupt Mrs. Sunshine with your diabolical ideas.
"Haewon, please don't tell me you're actually buying this," Sullyoon says, “he's clearly trying to take advantage of both of us. Can't you see that? He's using pretty words and that stupid charming smile to manipulate us into accepting something completely fucked up."
Haewon's hand tightens in yours, and you can feel the tremor running through her fingers. She's scared, you realize, not of you but of making the wrong choice. Of losing something, whether it's you or Sullyoon or maybe both. Her eyes dart between you and her friend, and you can practically see the thoughts racing behind them, trying to process everything that's happening too fast.
"It's easy for you," Haewon says quietly, and you've never heard her talk like that. Not quite bitter, but getting there. "It's easy for you to just walk away from this, from him. You're Sullyoon. You're gorgeous and confident and guys throw themselves at you everywhere you go. You could have anyone you want."
"That's not the point," Sullyoon starts, but Haewon cuts her off.
"I'm not like that," Haewon continues, and her voice is getting stronger now, more certain. "I'm not the girl guys notice first. I'm awkward and I say stupid things and I trip over nothing. Do you know how long it's been since someone actually looked at me the way he does? Like I'm not just some weird girl who laughs too loud at her own jokes?"
You watch this unfold and you know you should probably say something, but you also know that this is between them right now. This is Haewon standing up for herself in a way she usually doesn't, and interrupting would be the worst possible move. So you keep your mouth shut, which is honestly a miracle for you, and you just hold her hand and wait.
"Haewon, don't do this," Sullyoon pleads, and now she's reaching for her friend's other hand, trying to create a physical connection that might counterbalance yours. "Don't humiliate yourself for him. You're worth so much more than being someone's second choice, someone he only keeps around because he can't decide between us."
"I'm not humiliating myself," Haewon says. She's always been so unsure of herself, so quick to apologize for taking up space, and seeing her fight for something she wants is fucking attractive. You would kiss her right now if you could. "I like him. And I think he likes me too. Really likes me, not just because I'm convenient or easy or whatever else you're thinking." She looks at you when she says that last part, and there's a question in her eyes. A plea, maybe, for you to confirm what she's saying, to back her up. And hell yes you're going to back her up because she's absolutely right.
"I do like you," you say, squeezing her hand. "More than like you, if we're being honest here."
Sullyoon makes this frustrated sound and releases Haewon's hand to run her fingers through her hair. She's agitated now, pacing would probably help but the couch doesn't give her that option, so instead she's just radiating this restless energy like an unstable nuclear reactor.
"This is insane," Sullyoon says again, like if she repeats it enough times it'll somehow make Haewon see reason. "You're really going to tell me you're okay with sharing him? With being part of some weird love triangle arrangement where you never know if you're actually enough for him?"
"No," Haewon says, and for a second your heart drops because you think she's changing her mind. But then she continues. "I'm not trading anyone for anyone. You're still my friend, Sullyoon. You're still my best friend. That doesn't change just because of this."
"And what about him?" Sullyoon gestures at you, and you're trying to look as nonthreatening as possible, which is hard when you're sitting between them like the world's most controversial prize. "He's just the guy you like? The guy who's been lying to you for months?"
"He's the guy who lied, yes," Haewon admits, and you wince because hearing it said so plainly fucking hurts even if it's true. "But he's also the guy who drove across the city at three in the morning because I was having a panic attack. He's the guy who remembered that I hate cilantro and always orders my food without it. He's the guy who listens when I ramble about my day even when it's boring as hell."
She's crying again, you notice, but these tears are different from before. Not devastated, just overwhelmed. Her free hand comes up to wipe at her cheeks, and she lets out this shaky laugh that's so perfectly Haewon.
"Those moments were real," she says, looking at Sullyoon with wet eyes. "I know they were. And I think you know your moments with him were real too. You felt it, didn't you? That connection, that feeling like maybe this person actually gets you in a way most people don't?"
Sullyoon's face twitches, a thousand emotions flickering across it too fast to name. Her mouth opens, closes, opens again. You can see her fighting with herself, trying to hold onto her anger because it's safer than admitting Haewon might be right.
"Maybe I felt it," Sullyoon finally says. "Maybe I did. But that doesn't mean I have to forgive him. That doesn't mean I have to be okay with this completely fucked up situation he's created."
"No one's saying you have to forgive him right now," Haewon says, and she's being so much braver than you've ever seen her. "No one's saying you have to decide anything right this second. I'm just saying maybe we shouldn't make a decision while we're all angry and hurt and confused."
Sullyoon looks at her friend, and you can see the moment something shifts. Not acceptance, not yet, but maybe the beginning of consideration. The rigid set of her shoulders loosens just slightly, and she slumps back against the couch cushions.
"I can't believe you're defending him.”
"I'm not defending what he did," Haewon clarifies. "I'm just saying I understand why he did it. And I think if you're honest with yourself, you understand too."
Ok, this is getting too intense, too sad, and that's never been your style. When things get heavy, you deflect. It's what you do best, honestly. Humor and irreverence are your weapons of choice, even when maybe they shouldn't be.
"You know what the problem is with you, Sullyoon?" you say, and you can't help the little smirk that tugs at your lips even though you know it's probably going to piss her off. "You think too much. You're always so serious about everything. It's exhausting just watching you process all this drama."
Her head snaps toward you so fast you're surprised she doesn't get whiplash. "Excuse me?"
"I'm just saying," you continue, because apparently you have a death wish, "all this heaviness isn't good for you. You're going to give yourself an ulcer with all the overthinking."
"You cheated on me!" Sullyoon's voice rises to an actual scream, and you can see the way her hands clench into fists. If she does decide to hit you, it's going to hurt. "You were seeing me and Haewon at the same time, lying to both of us, and you have the audacity to tell me I'm being too dramatic?"
"Well technically," you say, holding up one finger in that annoying way you know drives people crazy, "you weren't my girlfriend. So the word 'cheating' doesn't really apply here. It's more like I was casually seeing two people who hadn't explicitly asked for exclusivity."
The look on Sullyoon's face is almost comical. Her mouth falls open, and you can practically see the rage and hurt warring behind those stunning eyes. You know that was a low blow, throwing the technicality in her face, but it's also true. And truth, however inconvenient, is your specialty.
"That's..." she starts, and then stops, because what can she say? You're right, even if being right makes you an asshole. "That's such bullshit."
"Is it though?" you challenge. "We never had the 'what are we' conversation. Neither of us put a label on it."
"Because I was waiting for you to bring it up!" Sullyoon's voice cracks, and fuck, that hurts more than you expected. "I was waiting for you to ask me to be your girlfriend because I wanted you to. Because I thought you wanted it too."
And there it is. The real wound beneath all the anger. She wanted to be yours, officially, and you knew that. You could feel it in the way she looked at you, the way she'd linger in the mornings before leaving your apartment, like she was hoping you'd ask her to stay longer. To stay forever, maybe.
"I did want it," you admit, more serious. "I did want you to be my girlfriend, Sullyoon. Just as much as I wanted Haewon to be my girlfriend too."
Sullyoon sighs, overwhelmed, and turns away from you, but you're not done. You're on a roll now, and when you get going there's no stopping you. It's both your best and worst quality, this inability to know when to shut the fuck up.
"You know what's funny?" you say, and you're leaning forward now, your elbows on your knees. "I used to catch myself thinking about how cool it would be if you two met each other. Like, I'd be with Haewon and she'd say something dorky and cute, and I'd think 'God, Sullyoon would love this.' Or I'd be with you, Sullyoon, and you'd make one of your sharp observations about something, and I'd think 'Haewon would crack up at that.'" Both of them are looking at you now, Haewon with curiosity and Sullyoon with suspicion, and you keep going because this is actually true. You really did think about this, more than you probably should have.
"I had this whole fantasy in my head," you continue, gesturing with your hands like you're painting a picture in the air. "The three of us going out together. Getting drinks, going to that art gallery opening Sullyoon loves, or that arcade Haewon's been wanting to check out. I just knew you'd get along. I could feel it. The way you both laugh at stupid shit, the way you're both way smarter than you give yourselves credit for."
You pause, letting that sink in, and then you drop the kicker. "And it turns out I was right. You were already friends. You've been friends this whole time. If that's not fate, I don't know what is."
"Fate?" Sullyoon repeats incredulously. "You think this clusterfuck is fate?"
"I think the universe is trying to tell us something," you say with a shrug. "I'm just asking for a chance here. One chance to see if this could actually work."
"You're asking us to fulfill your depraved fantasy," Sullyoon shoots back. "You want to have two girlfriends because it gets you off, not because you actually care about making this work."
"Is it so bad?" you ask, and you're standing now, unable to sit still anymore. "Is it so terrible to want two girls at the same time? Two girls that I genuinely like and care about? Two girls who, by the way, don't hate each other? Who are actually friends and could potentially be more?"
You're pacing now, back and forth in front of the couch, your hands moving as you talk because you need the physical outlet for all this nervous energy. This is your closing argument, you realize. This is your chance to convince them or lose everything.
"Most guys in this situation would be dealing with two women who want to kill each other," you continue. "But you two? You already have a foundation. You already care about each other. That's not a bug, it's a feature."
"You think you deserve absolution?" Sullyoon asks, and despite herself, you see fascination flicker behind the anger. "You're guilty, and guilty men beg. But you're not begging - you’re bargaining.”
"No," you correct her. "I'm a guy who fucked up and wants to prove to both of you that I'm the right person for you. Both of you. Let me prove it."
Sullyoon crosses her arms, and you can see her defenses going back up. "What makes you think I would ever sleep with my own friend just to be with you? What makes you think I'd compromise our friendship for some guy?"
And here it is. Your finishing move. The ace you've been holding in your back pocket since you remembered that conversation from weeks ago. You try not to smile, you really do, but you can feel the satisfaction creeping across your face.
"You've done something like that before," you say simply.
"W-what?"
"You've been with a girl before," you elaborate, and now you're not even trying to hide the smirk. "You told me that yourself, remember? That night we were drinking wine and playing twenty questions and things got personal?"
"I..." Sullyoon starts, but she's stuttering now, thrown completely off balance. "How did you..."
"You said yes when I asked if you'd ever been with women," you continue, and you're enjoying this way too much. You know you are. But fuck if it doesn't feel good to finally have the upper hand in this conversation. "You said it was at a party. You were drunk. It was with a friend, you said. Before you became great friends, you specifically mentioned that part."
You turn to look at Haewon, whose face has gone bright red. Bingo.
"As soon as I saw you two together, I knew it was Haewon," you say. "The body language, the way you orbit around each other. The way Haewon got all flustered when Sullyoon touched her arm earlier. It's obvious if you know what to look for."
And yes, you're amazing, you know. They don't need to say it. The look on both their faces says it all.
Sullyoon stares at Haewon, and Haewon won't meet her eyes. The silence stretches out, taut and trembling, and for a second you think maybe you pushed too far. Maybe bringing up their past was crossing a line you shouldn't have crossed.
"We should go," Sullyoon murmurs. "Haewon, let's go."
But Haewon doesn't move. She's looking at you now with this expression you can't quite read, like she's seeing something she hadn't considered before. "What if he's right though?" she says quietly.
"What?" Sullyoon turns to stare at her friend.
"What if this actually works?" Haewon continues. "What if we're all sitting here fighting against something that could be good? We've already established that we all care about each other. We know the chemistry is there. Maybe we should at least try?"
"Haewon—" Sullyoon starts, but you cut in.
"Let me propose some rules," you say quickly, sensing an opening. "Ground rules so everyone feels safe and heard. We try this relationship, the three of us. We go out together, we talk about everything, complete transparency from here on out."
"This is insane," Sullyoon mutters, but she's not leaving. That's significant.
"I promise I'll never lie again," you continue, ticking points off on your fingers. "You'll both have access to my phone twenty-four seven. Full transparency on my location, my messages, everything. And if by some chance I fuck up and there's a third girl? Sullyoon can stab me. Multiple times. I'll sign a contract allowing the stabbings. All legal and binding."
Despite herself, despite everything, Sullyoon laughs. It's a short, shocked sound, but it's a laugh. "You'd sign a contract allowing me to stab you?"
"I'd sign it tomorrow," you say seriously. "Hell, I'd sign it right now if I had paper. I'll write it up myself. All within the bounds of the law, of course. I'm not trying to catch a murder charge here."
"Why are you so desperate?" Sullyoon asks, genuinely trying to understand what's going on in your head.
"Because I don't want to lose you," you say simply. "Either of you. You're both incredible. Sullyoon, you're brilliant and sharp and you challenge me in ways no one else does. You make me want to be better, smarter, more honest. And Haewon, you're sweet and funny and you make me feel like I'm not just some asshole with commitment issues. You make me feel like I could actually be someone's person." You look between them, these two beautiful women who somehow ended up in your life at the same time. "If you leave right now, I'm probably going to cry," you admit. "Like actually cry. Ugly cry. The whole thing."
Haewon laughs despite herself, this surprised giggle that breaks through the tension. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm aware," you say. "But I'm ridiculous about both of you, so there's that."
Even Sullyoon is smiling a little now, just this tiny upturn at the corner of her lips that she's trying to hide. You've got them, you realize. You're actually pulling this off.
"Look," you try again, calmer now, “let's just sit down and have dinner. Have a drink. Let's be civilized adults about this and talk it through. No more yelling, no more accusations. Just the three of us figuring out if this crazy thing could actually work."
Sullyoon looks at Haewon, then at you, then back at Haewon. You can see her weighing it all in her mind, every argument for and against. The silence stretches out so long you're starting to sweat.
"Fine," Sullyoon finally says, and you have to stop yourself from fist-pumping the air like an idiot. "Fine, we'll stay for dinner. But I'm not promising anything beyond that."
"That's all I'm asking. Just a chance. That's all.”
The three of you get up from the couch and walk towards the dining table, the girls settle into chairs across from each other, and that's when you remember the slight problem with your dinner plans. You glance at the table, at the two perfectly portioned containers of pasta from that overpriced Italian place, and yeah, this is definitely only enough food for two people. You were expecting a romantic evening with Haewon, not whatever the hell this has turned into.
"So, slight logistical issue," you announce, grabbing the wine bottles from the counter. "The dinner I ordered was actually meant for two people, shockingly enough. Didn't really anticipate having a third party join us tonight."
"Shocking," Sullyoon says dryly.
"Right, so here's what we're going to do," you continue, already moving into problem-solving mode. "Sullyoon, you can have my portion. Haewon keeps hers. I'll just drink and maybe steal some bread if there's any left."
You start serving them, placing the containers in front of each of them with this flourish like you're some fancy waiter at a five-star restaurant instead of a law student who's currently trying to convince two women to date him simultaneously. You're laying it on thick with the charm, pouring their wine with exaggerated care, making sure their napkins are perfectly placed. It's ridiculous and you know it, but it's also working. You can see Haewon's lips twitching with a suppressed smile.
"There you go, ladies," you say with a grin. "Dinner is served. Bon appétit and all that pretentious shit."
Haewon picks up her fork and twirls some pasta around it, taking a tentative bite. Her eyes light up immediately, and she makes this little satisfied sound that does things to you even in the middle of this bizarre situation.
"Oh my god, this is delicious," she says, already going in for another bite. "Where did you get this?"
"That place on Fifth we talked about going to," you reply, settling into the chair at the head of the table with your wine glass. "Figured I'd bring it here instead since they never have reservations available."
Sullyoon is just sitting there staring at her food like it might be poisoned, her fork resting untouched next to the container. You can tell she's still processing everything, still trying to reconcile the anger she came here with and whatever it is she's feeling now. Her jaw is tight, but her shoulders have relaxed just a fraction, and that's progress.
"Why do you want two girls?" she asks suddenly, not looking at you. "Like seriously, why? Isn't that too much work? Too… complicated?"
"I don't want you," you say, pausing for a moment before continuing (purely for dramatic effect), "I need you. Both of you. And you're never too much work."
Sullyoon snorts, finally picking up her fork but still not eating. "That's such a line."
"It's not a line if it's true," you counter. "Look, you both bring different things into my life. Things I didn't even know I needed until I had them."
"Very diplomatic," Sullyoon mutters, but you catch the ghost of a smile. "It's not like you could even handle two girls at once anyway," she adds, hiding a mischievous little smirk.
"You want to bet on that?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Because I will absolutely take that bet and I will absolutely win."
Haewon's eyes go wide, and she nearly chokes on her pasta. "Oh my god," she manages between coughs. "Are we really having this conversation right now?"
“Well, if we keep this going, we'll get there eventually,” you say casually. “Or do you think a threesome is just for playing dominoes?”
"I don't know anyone who's actually been in a threesome before," Haewon comments once she's recovered. "Like, I've heard about it obviously, but I don't know anyone who's actually done it."
"That's because you don't know people stupid enough to agree to something so ridiculous," Sullyoon says, finally taking a bite of her food. She chews slowly, deliberately, like she's using the time to think.
You shrug, pouring yourself more wine. "Or maybe we just don't know people brave enough to try something revolutionary. We could be pioneers here. The first super threesome that actually works long-term."
"We're not a threesome," Sullyoon says firmly.
"Yet," you add with a grin.
She glares at you, but it's not the same furious glare from before. This one has less bite, more exasperation, like you're a particularly annoying puppy she can't quite bring herself to kick.
The conversation continues as they eat and you drink, and slowly, so slowly you almost don't notice it happening, the atmosphere in the room starts to shift. Haewon finishes her pasta and reaches for her wine, taking bigger sips now that the initial shock has worn off. Sullyoon actually compliments the food, though she directs the comment at Haewon instead of you, like acknowledging that you made a good choice would be admitting too much. You're on your second glass when you notice Haewon slipping her shoes off under the table, tucking her feet up under her the way she always does when she's getting comfortable somewhere. It's such a familiar gesture, something you've seen her do a hundred times at your place, and seeing her do it now feels significant somehow. Like she's allowing herself to relax, to be here in this moment despite everything.
Sullyoon notices too, you can tell by the way her eyes track the movement. And then, maybe without even realizing she's doing it, she slides her own heels off, pushing them aside with her toes. Her feet are small and delicate, her toenails painted this deep red that matches the wine in her glass, and you file that detail away in the part of your brain that catalogs everything about her.
"You know, for someone who came here with the express purpose of stabbing me," you say, gesturing at Sullyoon with your wine glass, "you're awfully well dressed. And you smell really good. Is that a new perfume?"
"I didn't dress up for you," Sullyoon says quickly, but the tips of her ears are turning pink. "I just happened to be wearing this already. It has nothing to do with you."
"Uh huh," you say, not believing her for a second. You turn to Haewon. "What about you? Did you get all pretty to come see me tonight?"
Haewon bites her lip, and you can see her fighting back a smile. "Maybe," she admits. "I might have spent an extra twenty minutes on my hair. And I might have changed my outfit three times before leaving."
"Three times?" Sullyoon looks at her friend with something like betrayal. "You got dressed three times to confront the guy who's been lying to both of us?”
You laugh at the qualifier, raising your glass to her. "Usually. I'll take it, babe."
The wine is working its magic now, loosening everyone up, lowering the walls that were sky-high when they first walked in. Sullyoon reaches for the bottle and refills her own glass without asking, and you notice the way she's sitting now, less rigid, more relaxed. Her legs are crossed but her body is angled slightly toward the table instead of away, and that's a good sign. Her face is still that perfect combination of delicate and striking, those high cheekbones catching the light, her eyes slightly unfocused from the alcohol.
"This is so weird," Sullyoon says, taking a long sip of wine. "Like, objectively, this entire situation is completely fucking weird."
"Weird doesn't mean bad though," you point out. "Weird can be good. Revolutionary, even."
"You keep using that word," Haewon says. "Revolutionary. Like we're starting some kind of movement instead of just making terrible life choices."
"Potato, potato," you say with a shrug. "Six of one, half dozen of the other."
The conversation continues, flowing more naturally now as the wine does its job. You're all on your third glasses when Haewon starts telling this story about her coworker who keeps stealing her lunch from the office fridge, and Sullyoon chimes in with legal advice about how to handle it, and you add your own commentary about the ethics of food theft in shared spaces. It's absurd and normal and comfortable in a way that shouldn't be possible given what happened an hour ago.
"See?" you say, gesturing between the three of them. "This isn't so bad, is it? We're talking, we're drinking, we're actually enjoying each other's company."
Haewon nods, and there's this soft smile on her face that makes her look even prettier than usual. Her cheeks are flushed from the wine, her eyes bright and happy in a way they weren't when she first arrived. "It is nice," she admits. "Having everyone together like this. I always wanted you two to meet, I just didn't think it would happen like this."
"It's weird," Sullyoon insists, but there's no real conviction behind it anymore. "I still can't look at your face without feeling angry."
"I can't look at your face without feeling in love."
"You two have chemistry," Haewon observes, and she's smiling now, this genuine smile that reaches her eyes. "Like, real chemistry. The kind you can feel from across the room."
"We do," you agree immediately, because it's true.
"We don't," Sullyoon argues. "We have nothing."
"You're such a liar," you say, but you're grinning when you say it. "We have everything and you know it.” You turn to look at Haewon. "Just like you and I have chemistry," you say, reaching across the table to take her hand. Her fingers are warm from holding her wine glass, and they fit perfectly in yours like they always do. "So much chemistry. Undeniable chemistry."
Haewon's eyes drop to where your hands are joined, and then she looks back up at you with this expression that's half nervous and half determined. Before you can say anything else, she's leaning across the table, closing the distance between you, and then her lips are on yours. It's not the first time you've kissed Haewon, obviously. You've kissed her dozens of times at this point, in your apartment and at the cinema and in that coffee shop where you first asked her out. But this feels different. This kiss is charged with everything that's happened tonight, all the tension and fear and hope together. She tastes like wine and pasta sauce, and you're kissing her back without thinking, your free hand coming up to cup her jaw. When she pulls away, both of you slightly breathless, you hear Sullyoon's voice from beside you.
"She's a lost cause," Sullyoon says, and when you turn to look at her, her eyes are huge. She's staring at Haewon like she's just witnessed something she can't quite process, her wine glass frozen halfway to her lips. "Absolutely hopeless. I can't believe you just did that in front of me."
"Your turn," you say, and the grin on your face is probably insufferable but you don't care. You're riding high on the fact that Haewon just kissed you in front of Sullyoon, that she chose you even with her best friend watching. The adrenaline is pumping through your veins, making you bold, making you stupid.
You push your chair back and stand, moving around the table toward Sullyoon. She tracks your movement with her eyes, and you can see the war happening behind them. Want and anger and fear all tangled up together.
"I know you want this too," you say, coming to stand in front of her chair. "You wouldn't still be here if you didn't."
"No," Sullyoon murmurs, "Don't come any closer."
You take another step forward. And another. You're right in front of her now, close enough that you can smell that perfume she insisted she didn't wear for you, something floral and expensive that makes your head fuzzy. She's looking up at you with those stunning eyes, her lips parted slightly, and she's not moving away. She could. But she doesn't.
"I mean it," she says, but there's no force behind the words. She's playing hard to get because that's what Sullyoon does, but you can read the truth in the way her chest is rising and falling faster, the way her pupils are dilated.
"Sure you do," you murmur, and then you're leaning down, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug that she doesn't resist. She's stiff at first, her body holding onto that last bit of pride, but then she softens just slightly. Just enough.
You kiss her cheek, right at the corner of her mouth, and you feel her breath hitch. "I promise," you say against her skin, "I won't make you regret this.” She turns her head, and suddenly you're face to face, her nose nearly touching yours. Her eyes are searching yours for something, some assurance that you're not going to fuck this up again, that you're serious about making this work. And you are serious. You've never been more serious about anything in your life.
"You better not," she whispers.
You kiss her, and it's different from kissing Haewon. Haewon kisses like she's afraid you might disappear if she holds on too tight, all soft and sweet and hesitant. Sullyoon kisses like she's trying to claim you, her lips firm and demanding, one hand coming up to fist in your shirt and pull you closer. There's a hunger in it that makes your knees weak, and you're dimly aware that Haewon is watching from across the table but you can't bring yourself to care. When Sullyoon finally pulls back, there's something vulnerable in her eyes you've only seen a handful of times. Her defenses are down, stripped away by the wine and the emotion and whatever decision she just made to let you in again.
"What you did really hurt me," she says quietly. "I was falling for you. Hard. And finding out about Haewon, realizing you'd been seeing both of us, it made me feel like everything we had was a lie. Like I was just another girl to you."
You start kissing her again, soft pecks all over her face. Her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, back to her lips. "I'm sorry," you murmur between kisses. "I'm so fucking sorry, Sullyoon. You were never just another girl. You're everything." She lets you kiss her, her eyes fluttering closed, and you can feel the tension slowly draining out of her body. You kiss along her jaw, down to that spot just below her ear that you know makes her shiver.
"I'll never make you sad again," you promise, and you mean it with everything in you. "I swear. No more lies, no more hiding. Just us. All three of us, completely honest."
"You better keep that promise," Sullyoon says, and when she opens her eyes again, a last note of pride burns behind the brown of her iris. "Because if you hurt me again, I will set you on fire. I'm not joking. I will actually commit arson."
"Noted," you say, grinning against her skin. "I accept the terms of that threat. You have my full permission to burn me alive if I fuck this up."
"I'll hold you to that," she says, and then her hand comes up to cup your face, her thumb brushing across your cheek. She pulls back slightly to look at you, and her eyes narrow. "You have lipstick all over your face."
You glance down and see the smudge of color on her thumb. It's a mix, you realize. The soft pink that Haewon was wearing mixed with Sullyoon's deeper red.
"Occupational hazard of kissing two beautiful women," you say with a shrug, but you're smiling so wide your face hurts. "I'm not complaining."
Sullyoon wipes at another spot on your jaw, shaking her head but there's this tiny smile on her lips now. Not quite forgiveness, not yet, but something close. Something that looks like possibility.
"You are the most scoundrel guy in the world," she points out.
"And yet here you are," you counter. "Still in my apartment. Still letting me kiss you. Almost like you don't actually hate me as much as you're pretending to."
"I do hate you," she argues, but it's half-hearted at best. "I hate how much I don't hate you."
From across the table, Haewon giggles. "That makes no sense," she points out, and when you turn to look at her, she's got this dopey smile on her face, her chin propped in her hand. "But I get it. He has that effect on people."
"He's infuriating," Sullyoon agrees.
"Devastatingly charming," you correct.
"Infuriatingly charming," Haewon compromises, and you'll take it.
"So," you say, returning to your chair, “does this mean we're doing this? All three of us?"
"Don't push your luck,” Sullyoon warns you.
"I'm just trying to clarify the terms of our agreement here," you argue. "As a future lawyer, I believe in clear communication and defined parameters."
"You're not a lawyer yet," Sullyoon reminds you for probably the hundredth time.
"Semantics," you wave a hand dismissively. "The point stands.”
She smiles at you, and it's real this time. Not the bitter angry smile from before, not the skeptical one she's been using all night, but an actual genuine smile that makes her whole face light up. It transforms her from beautiful to absolutely devastating, and you're momentarily stunned by it. This is why you couldn't choose, you think. How could anyone be expected to choose between these two incredible women
The wine keeps flowing as the three of you talk, the conversation moving from serious to silly and back again. You've lost count of how many glasses you've all had at this point, but the bottle on the table is definitely empty and you're pretty sure you opened a second one at some point. Everything has that pleasant fuzzy quality that comes with being just drunk enough that your inhibitions are lowered but not so drunk that you're sloppy.
"We should move to the couch," Haewon suggests, already standing up and wobbling slightly. She giggles at her own unsteadiness, catching herself on the back of her chair. "The chairs are getting uncomfortable."
"Because you're sitting weird," Sullyoon points out, but she's standing too, stretching her arms above her head in a way that makes her sweater ride up slightly. You catch a glimpse of smooth skin and quickly look away before you get caught staring. "You always sit like a pretzel and then wonder why your legs hurt."
"I like sitting like a pretzel," Haewon argues, already making her way to the living room. "It's comfortable."
The three of you migrate to the couch, they end up sitting next to each other on one side of the couch, leaving you on the other end. It's different seeing them together like this, side by side. They're leaning into each other slightly, comfortable in a way that speaks to years of friendship, and you're struck again by how lucky you are that they don't actually hate each other. Most guys in this situation would be dealing with World War Three, but here these two are, best friends who apparently made out at a party once and are now somehow both considering dating the same person.
"You know how lucky you are that we're both still here, right?" Sullyoon says, turning to look at you with those intense eyes. "Like, you understand how easily this could have gone a completely different way?"
"I know," you say seriously, meeting her gaze. "Trust me, I know. I'm not taking this for granted."
"You better not," she says, but there's no threat in it this time. Just statement of fact.
"I promise," you tell her, and then you look at both of them, these two incredible women who somehow ended up in your apartment on what was supposed to be a simple dinner date. "I'm not going to waste this opportunity. Whatever this is, whatever it becomes, I'm all in."
Haewon leans her head on Sullyoon's shoulder, and the sight of it does something to you. They look good together, you think. They fit in a way that's different from how you fit with either of them individually. There's this easy intimacy between them that comes from years of friendship, and you're suddenly very aware that you're the outsider here. They've known each other longer, they have history together, and you're just the guy who somehow stumbled into both their lives at the same time.
"So what happens now?" Haewon asks, her words slightly slurred from the wine. "Like, logistically. Do we all just pretend this is normal? Do we tell people? Do we have scheduled days?"
"Scheduled days sounds so clinical," you say with a laugh. "Like I'm a timeshare or something."
"You kind of are though," Sullyoon points out. "We're literally sharing you."
"I prefer to think of it as you both having full access to me," you counter. "No restrictions, no limitations. I'm yours. Both of yours."
Haewon sits up, suddenly animated despite the alcohol. This is classic drunk Haewon, you realize. She gets passionate and talkative and starts making elaborate plans that may or may not make sense in the morning. "We could go on dates together," she says excitedly. "The three of us. Like to museums and restaurants and stuff. Oh! We should go to that new karaoke place that opened downtown. I've been dying to go but I didn't want to go alone."
"Karaoke?" Sullyoon looks skeptical. "I don't do karaoke."
"Yes you do," Haewon insists. "Remember that time on Lily's birthday when you sang that Ariana Grande song and everyone lost their minds?"
"I was extremely drunk," Sullyoon argues. "That doesn't count."
"Well we're extremely drunk now," you point out. "So technically if we went to karaoke right now, it would count."
"We're not going to karaoke right now," Sullyoon says firmly. "It's like..." she squints at the clock on the wall, "way too late for karaoke."
"It's barely eight," Haewon giggles. "That's not late."
"It's late for me," Sullyoon says, but she's smiling. "I'm old. I need my beauty sleep."
"You’re twenty-one," you say. "That's not old."
"Tell that to my knees," she mutters.
"I have so many ideas," Haewon continues, bouncing slightly in her seat. "We could have movie nights where we all pick a film and then we do a marathon. Oh, and we could cook together! I'm terrible at cooking but you're decent and Sullyoon is actually good, so between the three of us we might be able to make something edible."
"I like how your plan still has you contributing nothing to the cooking," Sullyoon observes.
"I can be moral support!" Haewon protests. "That's important too!"
"What about you?" you ask Sullyoon. "What do you want out of this? Assuming we're really doing this."
Sullyoon considers the question, taking a slow sip of her wine. She's more methodical than Haewon, more careful with her words even when drunk. "I want honesty," she says finally. "Complete transparency. No more surprises, no more finding out about secret other girlfriends."
"There are no other girlfriends," you assure her. "Just you two. That's it. That's all I want."
"Good," she says. "And I want us to actually talk about things. If someone's feeling neglected or jealous or whatever, we deal with it immediately. We don't let it fester."
"That's very mature of you," you observe.
"Someone has to be the adult in this situation," she replies. "God knows it's not going to be you."
"Hey, I can be mature," you argue. "I'm in law school. That's very mature."
"You tried to bribe a professor last semester," Sullyoon reminds you.
"That was a joke," you protest. "Obviously I wasn't actually going to give him concert tickets in exchange for a better grade."
"You absolutely were," Sullyoon says. "You just chickened out at the last second."
Haewon is watching this exchange with delight, her eyes bright with alcohol and happiness. "You two are so cute when you bicker," she says. "It's like watching an old married couple."
"We're not old," you say.
"Or married," Sullyoon adds.
"Yet," Haewon says with a mischievous grin, and both you and Sullyoon look at her with varying degrees of alarm.
"Okay, slow down there," you say. "Let's maybe get through the first date as a throuple before we start planning the wedding."
"Throuple," Haewon repeats, testing out the word. "Is that what we are? A throuple?"
"I don't know what we are," Sullyoon admits. "But I guess we're something."
"We're something," you agree, and you reach out to take both their hands. Haewon's fingers lace through yours immediately, eager and warm. Sullyoon hesitates for just a second before allowing it, her grip more tentative but still there. "We're definitely something."
The conversation continues, meandering from topic to topic the way drunk conversations do. At some point, the conversation turns flirtier. You're not sure who starts it, maybe it's just the natural progression of three people who are attracted to each other getting progressively drunker together. But suddenly Haewon is complimenting your hands, going on about how much she likes the way they look, Sullyoon is cringing hard at how shamelessly Haewon is talking but also agreeing that yes, you do have nice hands.
"It's not just the hands," Haewon says, and she's definitely drunk now. "It's the whole package. The face, the smile, the way you smell."
"The way I smell?" you repeat with a laugh.
"You smell good!" she insists. "Like expensive cologne and cigarettes and something else I can't quite place."
"Bad decisions," Sullyoon supplies. "He smells like bad decisions."
"Hey," you protest. "I'm not a bad decision. I'm a questionable decision that might turn out okay."
"That's worse," Sullyoon says, but she's smiling now, relaxed in a way she hasn't been all night. "You know that's worse, right?"
"I think he's a good decision," Haewon says loyally, snuggling closer to Sullyoon but looking at you. "Maybe not a smart decision, but a good one."
"There's a difference?" you ask.
"Definitely," Sullyoon says. "Smart decisions are boring. Good decisions make you happy even if they're stupid."
"That's surprisingly philosophical for someone who's had almost an entire bottle of wine," you observe.
"I contain multitudes," Sullyoon replies grandly, waving her glass for emphasis and nearly spilling it. "I'm deep."
"You're drunk," you correct with a grin.
"I'm both," she insists. "I can be both."
Haewon suddenly perks up like she's had a brilliant idea. "We should play truth or dare," she announces. "But like, only truth. Because if we do dares right now someone's going to end up in the emergency room."
"Truth or truth?" Sullyoon says. "That's just called a conversation, Haewon."
"But it's more fun with structure," Haewon argues. "Come on, it'll be like we're teenagers again."
"We literally are barely not teenagers," you point out. "We're all in our early twenties."
"Semantics," Haewon says, throwing your own word back at you. "Are we playing or not?"
"Fine," Sullyoon says. "But I'm asking the first question." She turns to look at you. "Truth: When did you know you were in too deep with both of us? When did you realize you couldn't choose?"
It's a loaded question, and you take a moment to really think about your answer. These two deserve honesty, especially now.
"About a month in," you admit. "I was with you, Sullyoon, at that art gallery. And you were talking about this painting, going into all this detail about the brushwork and the composition. And I remember thinking that I could listen to you talk forever. That I wanted to know everything about you." Haewon notices Sullyoon slightly shy, and you continue. "But then two days later I was with Haewon, and we were at that bookstore she loves. And she was showing me all these books she'd read as a kid, getting so animated about these stories. And I realized I felt the exact same way about her. Like I wanted to know every single thing in her head."
Haewon makes a small sound, something between a sigh and a whimper, and you're pretty sure if Sullyoon wasn't between you she'd be kissing you right now.
"That's when I knew I was fucked," you finish. "Because I couldn't imagine giving up either one of you.”
Sullyoon goes quiet for a moment, and you can see her processing everything you just said. Then she turns to Haewon, and suddenly the mood in your living room changes.
"Haewon," Sullyoon sounds sober now despite the wine, focused in a way that makes you sit up straighter. "If I agree to this, if we actually do this, it's going to change our relationship forever. You understand that, right?"
Haewon blinks, seeming to sober up a little too at the gravity in Sullyoon's tone. "What do you mean?"
"I mean this isn't like those times at parties when we were drunk and things got fuzzy," Sullyoon explains, and you're suddenly very aware that you're witnessing something private between them. "This would be different. This would be intentional. The two of us, together, with him. That changes things between us."
"I know," Haewon says quietly.
"Do you?" Sullyoon presses. "Because I need you to really think about this. We've been friends for years. Best friends. And I don't want to lose that because we decided to do something stupid."
Haewon reaches out and takes Sullyoon's hand, lacing their fingers together in a mirror of how she held yours earlier. "I like you," Haewon confesses. "I've always liked you, Sully. And if getting closer to you is part of this, then that's not a problem for me. It's actually kind of perfect."
Sullyoon's breath catches, and you watch as she processes this confession. Her free hand comes up to rest on Haewon's thigh, her fingers splaying across the fabric of her jeans.
"I like you too. A lot. Princess," Sullyoon adds, and the pet name makes Haewon's eyes go wide. "Are you sure about this? Once we cross this line, we can't go back."
Haewon nods, and there are tears gathering in her eyes but she's smiling. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything."
"Then kiss me.”
Haewon freezes, her eyes darting to you for a second like she's asking permission. You nod, encouraging her. "Go ahead," you say quietly. "It's okay."
Haewon turns back to Sullyoon, and you can see her gathering her courage. She's nervous, you can tell by the way her hands are shaking slightly, by the way she's biting her lower lip. But she leans in anyway, closing the distance between them, and then her lips are on Sullyoon's.
It's different from how either of them kiss you. Softer, more exploratory, like they're rediscovering something they'd half-forgotten. Sullyoon's hand comes up to cup Haewon's face, her thumb stroking along her cheekbone, and she kisses back with this tenderness that makes your throat tight. There's history here, you realize. This isn't the first time they've done this, but it might be the first time they've done it with intention behind it.
When they finally pull apart, both of them are breathing harder. Haewon's face is flushed pink, her lips slightly swollen, and Sullyoon is looking at her with this expression that's equal parts fond and hungry.
"Fuck," Sullyoon breathes out, closing her eyes for a second. "Okay. That's it. There's no turning back now."
"Is that a bad thing?" Haewon asks nervously.
"No," Sullyoon says, opening her eyes to look at her friend. "It's terrifying, but it's not bad."
She turns to look at you then. A decision has been made, some internal battle has been won or lost, and she's committed to this path now. "We should probably figure out logistics," she says, and her voice has that practical edge to it even though her hand is still on Haewon's thigh. "Like, is your bed even big enough for three people?"
"There's only one way to find out," you say, and you're grinning because you can't help it. This is actually happening. They're actually agreeing to this insane thing.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Sullyoon asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm suggesting we go check out my bedroom," you reply. "For purely practical purposes. We need to assess the sleeping arrangements."
"Sleeping arrangements," Haewon repeats, and she giggles. "Is that what we're calling it?"
"That's what I'm calling it," you say. "What you call it is up to you."
Sullyoon and Haewon look at each other, another one of those silent conversations passing between them. Then Sullyoon nods, just a tiny dip of her chin, and Haewon smiles.
"Okay," Sullyoon says. "Show us this bedroom of yours."
You stand up, offering a hand to each of them. Haewon takes yours immediately, her fingers warm and eager. Sullyoon hesitates for just a heartbeat before placing her hand in your other one, and then you're pulling them both to their feet. They're standing close to you now, close enough that you can smell Haewon's vanilla body spray mixing with Sullyoon's expensive perfume.
"This way.”
The walk from the living room to your bedroom has never felt longer. It's maybe fifteen steps, twenty at most, but each one feels weighted with significance. Haewon is clinging to your hand like you might disappear if she lets go, and Sullyoon is walking with this deliberate grace despite the wine, her fingers laced through yours.
You push open the door to your bedroom, and suddenly you're very aware of the state of it. You'd cleaned up earlier for Haewon, made the bed with fresh sheets and everything, but now you're seeing it through new eyes. The bed is a queen size, definitely big enough for two people, but three? That might be cozy.
"It's nice," Haewon says, looking around with genuine interest. "I always liked your room."
"Thanks," you say, watching as she examines the framed prints you'd hung up last month. "I was going for 'adult who has his shit together' aesthetic."
"You nailed it," she says. "Very adult. Much together."
Sullyoon looks around your room with new eyes, taking in the space she's been in so many times before but never like this. Never with Haewon here too. "This is so weird," she says. "I've slept in this bed so many times, and now..."
"And now it's going to be even better," you interrupt, moving closer to her. "More intimate. More us."
You gesture toward the bed. "Come on, let's all test it out properly."
But before you can take another step, Sullyoon places both hands on your chest and gives you a firm push backward. You stumble and fall back onto the mattress with a surprised laugh, bouncing slightly as you land.
"Patience," she says with a smirk. "Give us some space here. We need room to work."
"Room to work?" you repeat, propping yourself up on your elbows. "What kind of work are we talking about?"
Instead of answering, Sullyoon reaches for the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Your breath catches in your throat as she reveals herself, standing there in just her skirt and this black lace bra that does absolutely sinful things to her figure. Her skin is pale and flawless, and the way the lace contrasts against it makes your mouth go dry.
Haewon immediately follows suit, tugging her own cropped cardigan off with less grace but equal enthusiasm. She's wearing this soft pink bra that's so perfectly her, sweet and pretty and feminine. Her cheeks are flushed, whether from the wine or embarrassment or excitement you can't tell, but it makes her look even more beautiful.
"Fuck me," you breathe out, and both girls smile at your reaction.
You sit up quickly, pulling your own shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere across the room. If they're getting undressed, you're not about to be left out. Your pants follow, leaving you in just your boxer briefs, and you catch both of them looking, their eyes tracking over your body with obvious appreciation.
Sullyoon pulls down the zipper of her skirt, sliding the fabric down her long legs with this deliberate slowness that's absolutely torturous to watch. When she kicks them aside, she's left in just her matching black lace set, and Jesus Christ, she's stunning. You never get tired of appreciating her beauty. Perfect proportions, tall and lean with curves in exactly the right places. Her legs seem to go on forever, and her waist is so narrow you could probably span it with your hands. Her stomach is flat and toned, and the way the lace sits on her hips makes you want to trace every edge with your tongue.
Haewon is more hurried with her jeans, eager to catch up, and when she's stripped down to her underwear she's breathtaking in a completely different way. Where Sullyoon is all sharp angles and elegant lines, Haewon is soft curves and inviting warmth. Her thighs are thick and gorgeous, the kind you want to get lost between, and her breasts fill out her bra perfectly, round and full and absolutely perfect. Her toned abdomen makes her look like someone who works out regularly, but it’s pure genetics; at least, you’ve never heard her talk about the gym or anything fitness-related (unless you count eating Doritos and drinking Coke Zero while binge-watching questionable anime as healthy).
"Holy shit… You're both so fucking beautiful."
They climb onto the bed together, and the sight of them moving toward you in just their underwear is almost too much to handle. The mattress dips under their weight as they position themselves on either side of you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off their skin.
"You got what you wanted," Sullyoon says, and there's this intensity in her dark eyes that makes your mind short-circuit. "You better make this count."
Before you can respond, she's leaning over and kissing you, her lips soft and demanding at the same time. Her hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding you exactly where she wants you, and you can taste the wine on her tongue as it slides against yours. It's intoxicating, the way she kisses like she's claiming you, marking her territory.
When she pulls away, Haewon immediately takes her place, pressing her lips to yours with all the enthusiasm you've come to love about her. She kisses differently than Sullyoon, more eager and sweet, her hands tangling in your hair as she pours everything she's feeling into the contact. You can feel her smile against your mouth, this pure joy that's so infectious you can't help but smile back.
Then, before you can fully process what's happening, Sullyoon and Haewon are kissing each other over you, their lips meeting while you're trapped between them. The sight of it, the sound of their soft sighs and the way their hands are all over your chest and shoulders, makes you feel like the luckiest guy in the world.
"Fuck," you groan, and both of them break apart to look at you with matching grins.
"Are we hot together?" Sullyoon asks.
"You're the best duo I've ever seen," you say honestly, reaching up to touch both their faces. "Absolutely incredible."
They both laugh at that, these bright sounds that fill the room, and then they're back to kissing you and each other, their hands roaming over your body, exploring and teasing. Haewon's fingers trail down your chest while Sullyoon's hand slides along your arm and you can feel yourself getting hard, your body responding to the overwhelming sensation of having both of them touching you at once. It's almost too much, the way they're both focused on you, working together in this perfect synchronization that shouldn't be possible but somehow is.
The three of you continue like this for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes, kissing and touching and exploring each other with increasing urgency. Your hands are everywhere, memorizing the feel of Haewon's soft curves and Sullyoon's lean strength, the way they both respond to your touch with these beautiful little sounds that drive you absolutely insane.
Sullyoon shifts her position, climbing on top of you so she's straddling your hips, and the feeling of her weight pressing down on you through the thin layers of fabric separating you is deliciously insane. She's showing off now, you can tell by the smirk on her face, rolling her hips just slightly in a way that makes your eyes nearly roll back in your head.
"Enjoying the view?" she asks, her hands braced on your chest, her hair falling around her face.
"Very much," you manage, but you're not about to let her have all the control here. In one swift motion, you grab her waist and flip her over, reversing your positions so she's beneath you on the mattress. She lets out this surprised laugh that's absolutely delightful, her eyes wide and sparkling.
"Oh, so that's how it's going to be?" she says, but she's grinning.
"That's exactly how it's going to be," you confirm, and then you're kissing down her neck, along her collarbone, making her giggle and squirm beneath you. Her skin tastes faintly of that expensive perfume she wears, and you can feel her pulse racing under your lips.
Haewon shifts on the bed, lying down next to Sullyoon, and you turn your attention to her, giving her the same treatment. She sighs when your lips touch her throat and you can feel the way her breath hitches when you find that sensitive spot just below her ear.
"You're both so perfect," you murmur against Haewon's skin, and she makes this pleased sound that goes straight to your cock.
Your hands move to Sullyoon's back, finding the clasp of her bra. "Can I?" you ask.
"Please," Sullyoon breathes out, arching her back to give you better access.
You unhook it easily, sliding the straps down her arms and tossing the black lace aside. Then you turn to Haewon, your fingers trailing along her sides. "Your turn, baby. Take it off for me."
Haewon's face flushes even deeper, but she reaches back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away.
Sullyoon's breasts are perfect, proportional to her lean frame, with small pink nipples that are already hard from arousal. They're perky and firm, the kind that fit perfectly in your palms, and the way they move when she breathes is mesmerizing. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and you can see the flush spreading down from her neck.
Haewon's breasts are fuller, rounder, spilling slightly to the sides as she lies on her back. They're absolutely gorgeous, larger than Sullyoon's with these soft dusky nipples that you want to taste immediately. They're the kind of breasts that beg to be worshipped, and the way they bounce slightly when she shifts it's mesmerizing enough to make you lose track of time.
"Jesus Christ," you breathe out, just taking them both in. "You're both so fucking gorgeous. I don't even know where to start."
"Start anywhere," Sullyoon says. "Just start."
You lean down and take one of Sullyoon's nipples into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and feeling it harden even more against your tongue. She gasps, her back arching off the bed, and her hand comes up to grip your hair.
"Fuck," she moans, and hearing her swear like that, losing some of that control, is incredibly hot.
Your right hand moves to Haewon's breast, cupping the soft flesh and rolling her nipple between your thumb and forefinger. She whimpers at the contact, her hips shifting restlessly on the bed.
"That feels so good," Haewon sighs, and you can hear the need in her voice.
You lavish attention on Sullyoon's breast, sucking and licking and gently biting until she's squirming beneath you, her nails digging into your scalp. Then you switch, moving your mouth to Haewon's fuller breast while your hand continues to play with Sullyoon.
"Oh god," Haewon moans when your lips close around her nipple, her whole body trembling. Her breast fills your mouth perfectly, and you love the way she tastes, clean and sweet with just a hint of that vanilla body spray she always wears.
You alternate between them, giving each of them equal attention, not wanting either of them to feel neglected. Your mouth on one while your hand works the other, then switching, back and forth until they're both panting and writhing.
"You're so good at that," Sullyoon manages, breathy. "Your mouth is fucking incredible."
"Love how sensitive you both are," you murmur against Haewon's skin, flicking your tongue over her nipple and making her cry out. "Love the sounds you make."
"We love what you're doing to us," Haewon says, and then she and Sullyoon reach for each other, their hands finding each other across your body, fingers intertwining.
You move back to Sullyoon's breast, taking your time now, wanting to prove a point. Your tongue circles her nipple slowly before you take it fully into your mouth, sucking with just enough pressure to make her gasp. Her chest is heaving, her breath coming in these short, sharp bursts that tell you exactly how affected she is.
"Fuck, just like that," Sullyoon moans, and her free hand that isn't holding Haewon's comes up to the back of your head, holding you against her. "Don't stop."
You hum against her skin, the vibration making her whimper, and your hand kneads Haewon's breast, your thumb brushing repeatedly over her sensitive nipple. You can feel how hard it is under your touch, how responsive she is to every single movement.
"You know," you say, pulling back just enough to speak but keeping your lips brushing against Sullyoon's skin, "you said I couldn't handle both of you at once."
"Did I?" Sullyoon's voice is strained, distracted by the way your tongue is now tracing patterns across her chest.
"You did," you confirm, moving to her other breast now, giving it the same thorough attention. You suck hard enough to make her arch up off the bed, her thighs clenching together. "Said it wasn't possible."
"Maybe I was wrong," she admits breathlessly, and you grin against her skin.
"Maybe?" you repeat, switching your attention to Haewon now. You take her fuller breast in your mouth, loving the weight of it, the way it fills your palm perfectly when you cup it. Your tongue swirls around her nipple before you suck it between your lips, and Haewon practically sobs at the sensation.
"Oh my god," Haewon whimpers, her hips rolling up involuntarily. "That's so good, you're so good at this."
Your hand moves to Sullyoon's breast now, making sure she's not neglected for even a second. You pinch her nipple gently, then a bit harder when she moans encouragingly, rolling it between your fingers the way you know she likes.
"I think I'm handling you both pretty well," you say with that smugness creeping into your voice, because you can't help yourself. Both of them are writhing beneath your touch, their bodies responding beautifully to everything you're doing. "In fact, I'd say I'm exceeding expectations."
"Don't get cocky," Sullyoon manages, but her voice lacks any real bite. It's hard to be threatening when you're panting and moaning.
"Too late," you reply, moving back to her breast and biting down gently on her nipple. She cries out, her back arching sharply, and you soothe the sting with your tongue. "I'm absolutely going to handle both of you. All night if that's what it takes to prove my point."
"All night?" Haewon's eyes are wide, her pupils blown with arousal. "You think you can last all night?"
"Baby, I'm going to make you both come so many times you forget your own names," you promise, and it's not an empty boast. You're determined to make this the best decision they've ever made. "I'm going to worship every inch of both of you until you're begging me to stop."
You lavish attention on Haewon's breasts, alternating between them, sucking and licking and kissing every inch of soft skin. One of her hands is in your left bicep, squeezing slightly when you do something she particularly likes, and you're learning fast what makes her gasp versus what makes her moan.
"You taste so fucking good," you murmur against her skin. "Both of you. Could do this for hours."
Then you're back to Sullyoon, your mouth hungry and demanding on her smaller breast. You love the contrast between them, the way Sullyoon's are firm and perky while Haewon's are soft and full. Getting to experience both, to learn what each of them likes, it's better than any fantasy you could have imagined.
"See?" you say, pulling back to look at both of them. "Handling you both just fine. Better than fine. I'm excelling."
"You're so full of yourself," Sullyoon says, but she's smiling, reaching up to pull you down for a kiss.
"Can you blame me?" you ask against her lips. "Look at you both. Absolutely wrecked and we've barely even started."
"Then maybe you should stop talking," Haewon suggests breathlessly, "and show us what else you can do."
You grin at that, moving between them, your hands and mouth working in tandem to keep them both gasping. You take turns, never letting either of them cool down, building them up together. When you're sucking on Sullyoon's nipple, your hand is working Haewon's breast. When you move to taste Haewon, your fingers are teasing Sullyoon.
"This is insane," Sullyoon breathes out. "The way you're touching us both, it's..."
"It's perfect," Haewon finishes for her, and they look at each other across your body, something passing between them.
You continue your worship, your mouth moving from one to the other, learning exactly what makes each of them squirm. Sullyoon likes it when you use your teeth just a little, that edge of pain with the pleasure. Haewon prefers long, slow licks and gentle sucking that builds gradually. And you give them both exactly what they need, proving with every touch that you can absolutely handle them both.
"Told you I could do this," you say smugly, and both of them laugh breathlessly.
"Okay, okay," Sullyoon admits. "You were right. Happy now?"
"Very," you say, grinning up at them. "But we're just getting started.”
You're definitely being cocky now, you know you are, but you can't help yourself. The satisfaction of proving Sullyoon wrong, of having both of them exactly where you want them, it's going to your head almost as much as the wine did.
"I mean, I hate to say I told you so," you start, grinning up at them from where you're positioned between their bodies, "but I definitely told you so. Look at you both, absolutely falling apart and I haven't even—"
Sullyoon cuts you off by grabbing your face and kissing you hard, effectively shutting you up mid-sentence. When she pulls back, there's this dangerous glint in her eyes that you recognize immediately. You've pushed her buttons, and now she's going to push back.
"You talk too much," she says, and before you can respond with something undoubtedly smart-ass, she's flipping you over onto your back with surprising strength. You land with a slight bounce, looking up at her with wide eyes.
"Haewon," Sullyoon says, not taking her eyes off you, "come help me shut him up."
Haewon sits up, looking between you and Sullyoon with confusion. "How?" she asks innocently, and the genuine naivety in her voice makes you want to laugh.
"With your ass," Sullyoon replies matter-of-factly, and you watch Haewon's face go through about five different emotions in rapid succession.
"My—wait, you mean—" Haewon stammers, and her eyes go wide as understanding dawns. "Oh... Oh."
"Exactly," Sullyoon confirms. "Sit on his face. He clearly needs something to occupy that mouth of his."
Your cock twitches hard at those words, at the mental image that's suddenly very vivid in your mind. Haewon straddling your face, Sullyoon between your legs, both of them working you over until you can't think straight. Yeah, you're extremely on board with this plan.
"Is that okay?" Haewon asks, looking down at you with those big expressive eyes, checking for consent even in the middle of all this.
"More than okay, babe," you manage. "Get up here."
Sullyoon's hands are already at the waistband of your boxer briefs, hooking her fingers under the elastic. "These need to go," she announces, and you lift your hips to help her slide them down your legs. Your cock springs free, already hard and leaking, and you hear Sullyoon make this satisfied sound. "Look at you. So hard for us already."
Meanwhile, you're helping Haewon position herself, your hands guiding her thighs as she climbs over your body. She's still wearing those pretty pink panties, and you can already see the wet spot darkening the fabric.
"Come on, baby," you encourage, your hands on her hips. "Just like that."
Haewon's face is flushed as she positions herself over you, her thighs on either side of your head. She hooks her fingers into her panties and pulls them aside, and suddenly you're face to face with her pussy, already glistening with arousal. The scent of her fills your nose, sweet and musky and absolutely intoxicating.
"Sit," Sullyoon commands from between your legs, and you feel her hand wrap around your cock, making you groan.
Haewon lowers herself slowly, tentatively, and you can tell she's nervous about putting her full weight on you. But you're having none of that. Your hands grip her ass firmly, pulling her down the rest of the way until her pussy is pressed fully against your mouth.
"Oh fuck," Haewon gasps at the contact, her thighs trembling on either side of your head.
You don't waste any time, your tongue sliding through her folds, tasting her properly for the first time tonight. She's so wet already, and the flavor of her explodes across your taste buds. You lick from bottom to top, ending at her clit and circling it with the tip of your tongue.
"Oh my god," Haewon moans, her hands flying forward to brace herself against the headboard. "That's—fuck, that's so good."
You can't respond verbally, obviously, your mouth being thoroughly occupied, but you hum in agreement and the vibration makes her whimper. You're holding her in place, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, keeping her exactly where you want her while you eat her out like a man starving.
Then you feel Sullyoon's mouth on your cock and every muscle in your body tenses. She takes you deep on the first try, her lips sliding down your length until you can feel yourself hitting the back of her throat. The wet heat of her mouth is incredible, and you groan against Haewon's pussy, which makes her grind down on your face.
"Taste good?" Sullyoon asks when she pulls off, her hand stroking you slowly. You can hear the smirk in her voice.
You respond by sucking Haewon's clit into your mouth and flicking your tongue over it rapidly, making her cry out and grab at the headboard harder. Your hands knead her ass, encouraging her to move, to ride your face, and after a moment of hesitation she does, rolling her hips in this beautiful rhythm.
Sullyoon goes back to sucking your cock, and it's absolutely devastating. Her mouth is skilled and demanding, taking you deep before pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head. She alternates between taking you as deep as she can and focusing on the sensitive tip, and combined with Haewon's taste on your tongue and the feeling of her grinding against your face, you're completely overwhelmed in the best possible way.
"He's good with his tongue, isn't he?" Sullyoon says, and you can feel her breath against your cock as she speaks. "I can tell by the way you're shaking."
"So good," Haewon confirms breathlessly. "Oh god, his tongue is... Fuck, I can't think."
"That was the goal," Sullyoon says with satisfaction. "Shut that smart mouth up by giving it something useful to do."
You would laugh if your mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. Instead you just double down on your efforts, your tongue working overtime on Haewon's clit while you slide two fingers into her pussy. She's so tight and wet, clenching around your fingers immediately, and you curl them to find that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Haewon chants, her thighs squeezing against your head. "Right there, don't stop, please don't stop."
You have no intention of stopping. You finger-fuck her while sucking her clit, establishing a rhythm that has her practically sobbing above you. Meanwhile, Sullyoon is absolutely destroying you with her mouth, taking you deep and sucking hard, her hand working what doesn't fit in her mouth.
This is heaven, you think hazily. This is exactly what you imagined when you first thought about having them both, but the reality is so much better than any fantasy. The weight of Haewon on your face, the taste of her on your tongue, the feeling of Sullyoon's mouth on your cock, the sounds they're both making - you are fulfilling a dream you didn't even know you had until a few months ago.
Haewon's grinding down on your face now with more confidence, her initial nervousness giving way to pure need. Her pussy is dripping, coating your chin and jaw with her arousal, and you fucking love it. You love how responsive she is, how every swipe of your tongue makes her gasp and moan.
"God, look at you," Sullyoon says, pulling off your cock. Her hand keeps stroking you slowly, her thumb circling the head and spreading the precum that's been steadily leaking. "So hard for us. You really love this, don't you? Having both of us at once?"
You groan your agreement against Haewon's pussy, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Your free hand reaches down blindly until you find Sullyoon's hair, tangling your fingers in it. Not pushing, just wanting to touch her, to ground yourself in the reality that this is actually happening.
"He's really good at this," Haewon pants. She's looking down at you with those wide eyes, her face flushed and her lips parted. "Like, really, really good. How are you so good at this?"
Sullyoon laughs, the sound vibrating against your thigh where she's pressed close. "Practice makes perfect, I guess. Though I'm curious who he's been practicing on." There's a teasing edge to her voice, but also genuine curiosity.
You pull back just enough from Haewon's pussy to speak, your lips still brushing against her sensitive flesh. "Just you two," you manage. "Only ever been this enthusiastic with you two."
"Liar," Sullyoon accuses, but she sounds pleased. She takes you back into her mouth, deeper this time, and you feel yourself hit the back of her throat. She holds you there for a moment before pulling back, and the sensation is so intense you have to fight to keep your focus.
"Not lying," you insist, going back to licking Haewon with renewed purpose. You spell out words with your tongue against her clit, random things, dirty things, and she writhes above you with each letter.
"What are you doing?" Haewon asks breathlessly, trying to look down at you but her position makes it difficult. "That feels different."
"Writing," you say, pulling back again just to explain. "Spelling words with my tongue."
"That's so nerdy," Haewon says with a giggle that turns into a moan when you demonstrate again, spelling out her name. "Oh fuck, do that more."
Sullyoon's working her mouth up and down your length with this perfect rhythm that's driving you insane. She's taking her time, clearly in no rush, just enjoying having you at her mercy. Every now and then she'll pull off completely to lick you like you're her favorite ice cream, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside before swirling around the head.
"You taste good," Sullyoon comments casually. "Kind of salty but not bad."
"Thanks, I think?" you say against Haewon's pussy, and both girls laugh.
"That was definitely a compliment," Sullyoon assures you. "I wouldn't keep doing this if I didn't like it."
She emphasizes her point by taking you deep again, her throat working around you, and you curse into Haewon's wetness. Your fingers curl inside her harder, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk, and she cries out above you.
"Oh my god, right there," Haewon gasps, one hand leaving the headboard to tangle in your hair. "Your fingers, your tongue, it's too much but also not enough."
"Greedy," Sullyoon observes, but there's affection in her voice. "I like it. Tell him exactly what you want, Haewon."
"I want—" Haewon starts, then moans when you suck her clit particularly hard. "I want your tongue faster. And your fingers deeper. And I want you to not stop, ever."
You hum your agreement, picking up the pace of both your tongue and fingers. Haewon's thighs are trembling on either side of your head, clenching and unclenching, and you can feel how close she's getting by the way her pussy keeps fluttering around your fingers.
"He's getting harder," Sullyoon notes, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock. "I think he really likes hearing you talk, Haewon. Likes knowing he's making you feel good."
"He's making me feel incredible," Haewon confirms, her hips rolling in time with your tongue. "I've never—god, no one's ever eaten me out like this before."
That makes you feel absurdly proud, and you double your efforts, determined to ruin her for anyone else. Your tongue works her clit relentlessly while your fingers fuck into her, and you can taste how wet she is, feel it coating your whole lower face.
Sullyoon goes back to sucking you, and this time she brings her other hand into play, cupping your balls and rolling them gently. The added sensation makes your hips buck up involuntarily, and she pulls off with a gasp.
"Careful," she warns, but she's smiling. "I know you're enjoying yourself but try to stay still."
"Hard to stay still when you're doing that with your mouth," you point out.
"Good," Sullyoon says smugly. "That's the point."
She licks a long stripe up your length, her eyes locked on what she can see of your face past Haewon's body. "You look good like this," she says. "Covered in Haewon's pussy, your cock in my mouth. This is exactly where you should be."
"Couldn't agree more," you manage, and then you're back to focusing entirely on Haewon, your tongue circling her clit in tight circles while your fingers pump steadily.
"This is so hot," Haewon says, and when you glance up you can see she's watching Sullyoon work your cock. "Watching Sully suck you while you eat me out. I can't believe we're doing this."
"Better get used to it," Sullyoon says before taking you back into her mouth. She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, and the sensation makes you roll your eyes.
"You two are going to kill me," you say when you pull back for air, your jaw already starting to ache but in the best way. "This is insane."
"You said you could handle us both," Sullyoon reminds you, her hand still stroking your cock slowly. "Don't tell me you're tapping out already."
"Not even close," you shoot back. "I'm just saying you're both incredible and I'm a lucky bastard."
"Damn right you are," Sullyoon agrees, and then she's taking you deep again, her throat working around you in a way that makes your vision blur.
Haewon's getting more vocal now, her breathing coming in short gasps and whimpers. "Don't stop," she keeps repeating. "Please don't stop, feels so good, your mouth is so good."
You have no intention of stopping. You're completely focused on her pleasure, on learning every little thing that makes her moan louder or grip your hair harder. You discover she likes it when you flatten your tongue and press hard against her clit, when you curl your fingers just right inside her.
"Talk to me," you say against her pussy. "Tell me what you need."
"Just—just like that," Haewon gasps. "Exactly like that, don't change anything."
So you maintain that exact rhythm, that exact pressure, giving her exactly what she's asking for. Meanwhile, Sullyoon is being more adventurous with your cock, taking you deep and holding you there until she needs air, then pulling off to lick and suck at just the tip.
"You're so responsive," Sullyoon comments, her lips brushing against your cock as she speaks. "Every time I do this—" she swirls her tongue around the head "—your whole body tenses. It's fun to watch."
"Glad I'm entertaining," you murmurs.
"Very entertaining," Sullyoon confirms. "Both of you are. Haewon's face when you do something she likes, the way you keep making these desperate sounds; it's all very hot."
"You're one to talk," you shoot back. "You're the one who seems to be really enjoying having my cock in your mouth."
"I am," she agrees readily. "It's a nice cock. Good size, good shape. And you taste good, like I said."
This whole conversation is surreal, dirty and casual at the same time, and it's driving you wild. The way they can switch between playful banter and intense sexuality, the way they're both so comfortable with this whole situation now that the initial awkwardness has worn off.
You keep working Haewon with your mouth and fingers, finding that perfect rhythm that has her shaking above you. Your tongue moves in quick, firm strokes against her clit while your fingers pump steadily inside her, curling to hit that spot that makes her whole body jerk. She's so wet now that you can hear it, the obscene sound of your fingers moving in and out of her mixing with her desperate moans.
Sullyoon is getting more aggressive with your cock, taking you deeper and faster, her head bobbing with increasing urgency. She's using both hands now, one wrapped around the base to stroke what doesn't fit in her mouth, the other still playing with your balls. The combination of sensations is overwhelming, making it hard to think, hard to focus on anything except the pleasure coursing through your body.
But you force yourself to stay focused on Haewon, determined to make her fall apart on your face. You can feel her getting closer, the way her thighs are trembling harder, the way her pussy is clenching rhythmically around your fingers. Her movements are getting more erratic, less coordinated, and her moans are higher pitched, more desperate.
"Oh god, oh god," Haewon gasps, her grip on your hair almost painful now. "I'm close, I'm so close."
"Make her cum," Sullyoon orders, pulling off your cock just long enough to speak. "Eat her pussy good. Make her scream."
Fuck, you love when Sullyoon bosses you around like that. There's something about her taking charge, telling you exactly what to do, that makes your cock twitch and your brain go fuzzy. You moan your agreement against Haewon's pussy, the vibration making her cry out.
"Yes," Sullyoon says with satisfaction, and then her mouth is back on your cock, sucking you with renewed intensity.
You redouble your efforts on Haewon, your tongue moving faster, your fingers pumping harder. You suck her clit into your mouth and flick your tongue over it rapidly, exactly the way you've learned she likes. Your other hand grips her ass hard, holding her in place so you can devour her properly.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna—" Haewon's words dissolve into a long, keening moan as her orgasm hits her. Her whole body goes rigid for a moment, every muscle tensing, and then she's shaking violently, her pussy clenching hard around your fingers as she comes.
You don't let up, working her through it, your tongue gentler now but still moving, drawing out her pleasure as long as possible. She's gasping and whimpering above you, her thighs squeezing your head so hard you can barely hear anything except her moans and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.
Sullyoon's mouth is absolutely relentless on your cock, taking you deep and sucking hard like she's trying to pull your soul out through your dick. The wet sounds she's making are obscene, and combined with the taste of Haewon's release on your tongue and the feeling of her still trembling on top of you, you're getting dangerously close to the edge yourself.
But you hold back, forcing yourself to stay in control, to focus on anything except the incredible sensation of Sullyoon's mouth. You think about your constitutional law homework, about that case you need to read for class, about literally anything that isn't the two gorgeous women currently using your body for their pleasure.
Haewon finally pulls away from your face, her movements shaky and uncoordinated. She practically collapses onto the bed beside you, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her thighs are still trembling, and there's this dazed, satisfied expression on her face that makes you feel incredibly smug.
"Holy shit," Haewon breathes out, one hand pressed to her chest. "That was—I've never—holy shit."
Sullyoon pulls off your cock, and you can finally see her face properly. Her lips are swollen and slick, her pupils blown wide with arousal, and there's this satisfaction in her expression. She looks at Haewon's wrecked state and then at you, clearly pleased with the results.
"Good job," she says to you, like you're a student who just aced an exam. Then she's moving, crawling up your body with clear intent in her eyes.
Before you can ask what she's doing, Sullyoon's mouth is on yours, kissing you hard and hungry. You can taste yourself on her tongue, salty and bitter, but that's not what she's after. She licks into your mouth, tasting Haewon's release on your lips, on your tongue, moaning at the flavor.
It's so fucking dirty, so raw and filthy that it makes your head spin. Sullyoon's kissing you like she's trying to consume you, her tongue sliding against yours, lapping at the inside of your mouth to taste every trace of Haewon. Your jaw is slick with Haewon's arousal, your chin and cheeks covered in her wetness, and Sullyoon licks at that too, her tongue trailing along your jaw.
"Fuck, you taste like her," Sullyoon moans against your mouth, and then she's kissing you again. "You taste like both of us now."
Your hands come up to grab her waist, pulling her closer, and the kiss gets even messier. Saliva and arousal mixing between you, tongues sliding together without any finesse, just pure need and desire. It's not pretty or romantic, it's raw and absolutely fucking perfect.
"That's so hot," Haewon says from beside you. "You two kissing like that, tasting me on his mouth. God, this whole night is insane."
Sullyoon breaks the kiss to look at Haewon, and there's this wild glint in her eyes. "Come here," she says, reaching for her friend. "You should taste yourself too."
Haewon's eyes go wide but she obeys, crawling over to join you two. Sullyoon kisses her, sharing the taste that's still on her own tongue, and Haewon makes this surprised sound that quickly turns into a moan.
You watch them kiss over you, your cock still achingly hard and pressed against Sullyoon's thigh. The sight of them together is even better than you imagined, the way their lips move against each other, the way Haewon's hand comes up to cup Sullyoon's face.
When they break apart, all three of you are breathing hard. Your face is a mess, covered in Haewon's arousal and now wet from Sullyoon's kisses. Your cock is throbbing, demanding attention, but you're almost glad you didn't finish yet because it means this can keep going.
"Fuck," you say eloquently, because your brain has officially turned to mush. "You two are going to be the death of me."
"Not yet," Sullyoon says with a wicked grin. "We're not nearly done with you.”
You've been letting them take the lead, letting Sullyoon boss you around and control the pace, but now you decide it's time to take some of that control back. Your hands grip Sullyoon's waist firmly, and before she can react you're flipping her over, maneuvering her onto her back on the bed. She lets out this surprised gasp, her eyes going wide as she looks up at you.
"My turn," you say as you position yourself between her legs.
Sullyoon's cheeks are flushed, her dark hair spread out on the pillow, and she looks absolutely stunning like this. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, those perfect small breasts moving with each breath, and when you look down you can see how wet she is. Her black lace panties are completely soaked through, the fabric clinging to her pussy.
"About time," Sullyoon says, trying to maintain that commanding tone even though you can hear the breathlessness in her voice. "I was wondering when you were going to actually fuck me."
"Patience," you tell her, throwing her own word back at her, and you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips to help you slide them down her long legs, and then she's completely bare beneath you.
Haewon shifts on the bed, moving to lie down beside Sullyoon, propping herself up on one elbow so she can watch. Her other hand comes up to rest on Sullyoon's stomach, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the smooth skin.
"You're so beautiful, Sully," Haewon says softly. "I don't think I've ever told you that enough."
Sullyoon turns her head to look at her friend, and something tender passes between them. "You're beautiful too," she says, and then gasps when Haewon's hand trails up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple.
You're watching all of this, your cock achingly hard, and you wrap your hand around yourself, stroking slowly. You position yourself at Sullyoon's entrance, the head of your cock just barely touching her pussy, and you can feel how wet she is even without pushing inside yet.
"Please," Sullyoon says, and her hips lift slightly, trying to take you in, but you pull back just enough to keep her wanting.
"Please what?" you ask, because you want to hear her say it. You want this woman who's been so commanding all night to beg for your cock.
"Please fuck me," she says, and there's no hesitation, no embarrassment. Just pure need. "I need you inside me. Now."
"Not yet," you say, and you rub your cock along her slit, coating yourself in her wetness. The head bumps against her clit and she whimpers, her thighs falling open wider. "Tell me how bad you want it."
"I want it so bad," Sullyoon moans, and one of her hands comes down to grip your forearm, her nails digging in. "I've been wet since you started kissing me. I need to feel you stretching me open. Please."
You continue teasing her, sliding your cock through her folds, getting yourself slick with her arousal. Every time the head catches at her entrance, she tenses up in anticipation, and every time you pull away she makes this frustrated sound that goes straight to your ego.
"You're being cruel," Sullyoon accuses.
"You like it," you counter, and you're not wrong. You can feel how much wetter she's getting, can see the way her pupils are blown wide.
Haewon's hand is still on Sullyoon's breast, kneading and playing with her nipple, and her eyes are fixed on where your cock is teasing Sullyoon's entrance. "This is so hot," she breathes out. "Watching you tease her. She looks like she's about to lose her mind."
"I am losing my mind," Sullyoon confirms. "Please, please, I'm begging you. Fuck me. I need it."
The sound of Sullyoon begging, this strong, commanding woman reduced to pleading for your cock, is doing amazing things for your ego. You can't hold back anymore. You line yourself up properly and then you're pushing inside, sliding into her tight, wet heat in one long, slow thrust.
"Oh fuck," Sullyoon gasps, her back arching off the bed. Her pussy clenches around you, so tight and hot that it takes all your self-control not to start pounding into her immediately. "Yes, yes, finally."
You bottom out inside her, your hips flush against hers, and you both just stay there for a moment. You're buried as deep as you can go, and you can feel every flutter of her inner walls around you. She's so wet that you slid in easily despite how tight she is, and the sensation is overwhelming.
"You feel so good," you groan, your hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "So fucking tight and wet for me."
"All for you," Sullyoon confirms, and then her legs wrap around your waist, her heels digging into your lower back. "Now move. Fuck me properly."
You start to move, pulling out slowly until just the tip is inside, and then sliding back in. You establish a steady rhythm, not too fast yet, wanting to savor this. Every thrust punches a little gasp out of Sullyoon, and you can feel her nails scratching down your back.
"Look at you," you say, looking down at where you're joined, watching your cock disappear into her pussy over and over. "Taking my cock so well. You look so beautiful like this, Sullyoon."
"She does," Haewon agrees, and her hand trails down Sullyoon's stomach to where you're fucking into her. "You both look beautiful. This is so perfect."
Haewon's fingers find Sullyoon's clit, rubbing it in small circles, and Sullyoon cries out at the added stimulation. "Oh god, Haewon, yes, just like that."
You pick up the pace, fucking into her harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Sullyoon's breasts bounce with each thrust, and you can't help but lean down to capture one nipple in your mouth, sucking hard.
"Fuck, don't stop," Sullyoon moans. "Both of you, don't stop."
You fuck into her steadily, angling your hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk, while Haewon continues working her clit. The combined stimulation has Sullyoon writhing beneath you, her moans getting louder and more desperate.
"You're so gorgeous," you tell her again, pulling back to look at her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth open, and there's a light sheen of sweat making her skin glow. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
You start pounding into Sullyoon with deep, powerful strokes that have her gasping and moaning beneath you. Her pussy is gripping you so tight, clenching around your cock with each thrust. Haewon is watching everything with wide, fascinated eyes, her hand still working Sullyoon's clit in those perfect circles.
"You know what's funny?" you say to Haewon. "Your friend here, she loves to act all tough and commanding. Always bossing people around, always in control."
Sullyoon opens her eyes to glare at you, but it's half-hearted at best. She's too far gone to maintain that icy composure, too lost in the pleasure of your cock stretching her open.
"But when I'm fucking her like this," you continue, punctuating your words with a particularly hard thrust that makes Sullyoon cry out, "she turns into a needy little slut. And she fucking loves it."
"I—" Sullyoon starts to protest, but then you bring your hand up to wrap around her throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, and you watch as her eyes roll back slightly.
"See?" you say to Haewon with a grin. "Watch what happens."
You apply just the lightest pressure to Sullyoon's throat, your fingers pressing against the sides where you know it restricts blood flow without cutting off her air. It's a careful balance, something you've learned with her over the past few months, and the effect is immediate. Sullyoon's whole body melts beneath you, her legs falling open even wider, a long moan escaping her lips.
"Oh my god," Haewon breathes out, her eyes fixed on your hand around Sullyoon's throat. "She really does like that."
"She loves it," you confirm, fucking into her harder. "Don't you, Sullyoon? You love it when I choke you while I'm buried deep in your pussy. Love being my little whore."
"Yes," Sullyoon gasps out, and her voice is slightly strained from the pressure on her throat. "Fuck yes, I love it."
"Tell Haewon," you command, squeezing just a bit tighter. "Tell your best friend how much you love being used like this."
Sullyoon's eyes find Haewon's, and there's something vulnerable in her expression that you've rarely seen. "I love it," she moans. "I love when he chokes me. When he calls me names. When he fucks me like I'm nothing but a hole for his cock."
"Holy shit," Haewon whispers, and you can see her thighs pressing together, clearly turned on by watching her friend fall apart. "I've never seen you like this, Sully. You're always so in control."
"Not with him," Sullyoon admits, and her hands come up to grip your wrist, not to pull you away but to hold you there. "Tighter. Squeeze tighter."
You oblige, increasing the pressure on her throat while maintaining that punishing pace with your hips. Sullyoon's mouth falls open in a silent scream, her eyes glazing over with pleasure. Her pussy is absolutely drenched now, making obscene wet sounds every time you thrust into her. "That's it," you growl, leaning down so your face is close to hers. "Take my cock like a good little slut. Show Haewon how much you need this."
"I need it so bad," Sullyoon gasps. "Need you to fuck me harder. Use me. Ruin me."
Haewon's fingers are still on Sullyoon's clit, rubbing faster now, clearly inspired by what she's witnessing. "This is so hot," she says. "You're both so hot. The way you're fucking her, the way she's taking it. God, Sully, you look so beautiful like this."
"She does, doesn't she?" you agree, releasing Sullyoon's throat just enough to let blood rush back, making her gasp and shudder. "Beautiful and desperate and absolutely wrecked. This is what she needs. To be held down and fucked hard and told what a perfect little whore she is."
"Yes, yes," Sullyoon chants, her hips rising to meet your thrusts. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
You start fucking her even faster, your hand tightening on her throat again. The combination of the choking and the relentless pounding has Sullyoon absolutely losing her mind. Her nails are digging into your forearm hard enough to draw blood, and her whole body is trembling beneath you.
"Look at how well she takes it," you say to Haewon, who can't seem to tear her eyes away from the scene. "How her pussy just swallows my cock. She's made for this. Made to be fucked rough and used."
"I've never heard her talk like this," Haewon says in wonder. "Never seen her be so... submissive. She's always the one in charge of everything."
"Not in bed," you tell her, your grip on Sullyoon's throat firm. "In bed, she's mine. Aren't you, Sullyoon? Tell Haewon who you belong to."
"Yours," Sullyoon gasps out, and there's no hesitation. "I'm yours. Your whore. Your slut. Whatever you want me to be."
"Fuck," Haewon breathes, and her hand on Sullyoon's clit is moving frantically now. "This is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."
You can feel yourself getting close again, the pressure building at the base of your spine, but you force it back. Not yet. Not until Sullyoon falls apart completely. You adjust your angle slightly, making sure you're hitting that spot deep inside her with every thrust, and the change makes her cry out.
"Right there," Sullyoon moans, her eyes rolling back. "Oh fuck, right there, don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it," you say, and you squeeze her throat tighter while pounding into her with everything you have.
Haewon is completely transfixed, watching where you're joined, watching your hand on Sullyoon's throat, watching the way her friend's face is contorted in pleasure. "You're taking him so well, Sully," she says encouragingly. "Look how good you look getting fucked like this. So pretty and desperate."
"She's perfect," you agree. "Perfect little slut. Taking my cock exactly how she's supposed to."
Sullyoon's whole body is taut, every muscle tensed, and you can tell she's close. Her pussy is fluttering around your cock, clenching and releasing rhythmically, and her breathing is coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Beg for it," you order, releasing her throat just enough for her to speak clearly. "Beg me to let you cum."
"Please," Sullyoon gasps immediately. "Please let me cum. I need it so bad. I'll do anything. Please."
"Anything?" you repeat, slowing your thrusts just slightly to torture her.
"Anything," she confirms desperately. "Whatever you want. Just please let me cum. I can't hold it much longer."
"I love seeing you like this," Haewon says. "So needy. So beautiful. Please let her cum, she looks like she's about to explode."
You look down at Sullyoon, at this gorgeous woman who's usually so composed and in control, now completely undone beneath you. Her makeup is smudged, her hair is a mess, her skin is flushed and sweaty, and she's never looked more beautiful.
"Not yet," you say, and Sullyoon actually whimpers at your denial. "I want to feel you desperate for it a little longer. Haewon, keep rubbing her clit. Don't stop no matter what happens."
"Okay," Haewon agrees immediately, her fingers working Sullyoon's swollen clit with renewed focus.
You start fucking Sullyoon even harder, your hips snapping forward with brutal force. The bed is creaking beneath you, the headboard starting to bang against the wall, and Sullyoon is crying out with each thrust. Your hand is still on her throat, squeezing just right, and you can feel her pulse racing beneath your fingers.
"You're about to see something beautiful," you tell Haewon, grinning through the exertion. "Watch closely."
"Don't stop," Sullyoon gasps, her hands clutching at anything she can reach. One grabs your shoulder, nails digging in, the other grips the sheets hard. "Please, both of you, don't fucking stop."
Haewon leans down and takes one of Sullyoon's nipples into her mouth, sucking hard while her fingers continue their relentless assault on her clit. The dual stimulation makes Sullyoon's whole body jerk, and you can feel her pussy starting to spasm around your cock.
"That's it," you growl, pounding into her without mercy. "Take it like the desperate little slut you are. Show Haewon how you fall apart on my cock. Show her what a needy whore you become."
"Yes, yes, I'm your whore," Sullyoon moans. "Your dirty little slut. Please, I need to cum so bad."
You can feel it building in her, the way her whole body is trembling, the way her pussy is clenching around you in increasingly rapid pulses. She's right on the edge, teetering, and you know exactly what's about to happen.
"Haewon," you say, keeping your rhythm steady and hard. "Have you ever seen a girl squirt before?"
Haewon pulls off Sullyoon's breast, her eyes wide. "No," she says breathlessly. "Never. Is she going to—"
"Watch," you tell her. "It's fucking beautiful."
"I want to see," Haewon says eagerly, her fingers rubbing Sullyoon's clit even faster. "Come on, Sully. Let go. Show me. I want to see you cum so bad."
The encouragement from both of you is clearly pushing Sullyoon over the edge. Her breathing is ragged, her moans turning into these high-pitched whimpers, and you can feel the tension in her entire body reaching its breaking point.
"Cum for us," Haewon urges, switching to Sullyoon's other breast, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. "Cum all over his cock. Please, Sully, I want to see you lose it."
"That's it," you say, your hand tightening on her throat one more time. "Be a good little slut and cum. Soak my cock. Make a fucking mess."
"Oh god, oh god, I'm—" Sullyoon's words cut off in a scream as her orgasm crashes over her. Her whole body goes rigid for a moment, every muscle locked tight, and then she's convulsing beneath you.
And then she's squirting, exactly like you knew she would. Fluid gushes from her pussy, spraying onto your stomach and abs, coating Haewon's hand that's still working her clit. It's not just a little bit either - it's a lot, more than you've ever seen from her before, soaking the sheets beneath her and splashing across both of you.
"Holy shit," Haewon gasps, but she doesn't stop rubbing. She keeps her fingers moving on Sullyoon's clit, and it makes her squirt even more, another wave of fluid spurting out to coat your lower stomach and drip down your thighs.
"Don't stop touching her," you order Haewon, still buried deep inside Sullyoon's spasming pussy. "Keep going. Make her keep cumming."
Haewon obeys, her fingers relentless, and Sullyoon is sobbing now with the intensity of it. Her body can't stop shaking, can't stop releasing, and you can feel her pussy clenching around your cock in waves. More fluid gushes out, running down to soak the bed, getting all over Haewon's hand and wrist.
"That's my good girl," you praise, looking down at Sullyoon's wrecked face. "Look how beautifully you're falling apart. Squirting all over us like the perfect little slut you are."
"Can't—too much—" Sullyoon gasps, but her body keeps responding, keeps cumming, keeps squirting with each stroke of Haewon's fingers.
Finally, after what feels like forever, the spasms start to subside. Sullyoon collapses back onto the bed, completely boneless, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her thighs are trembling uncontrollably, and there's a huge wet spot on the sheets beneath her.
Haewon pulls her hand away, staring at it in wonder. It's completely soaked, dripping with Sullyoon's release, and her eyes are huge. "Oh my god," she breathes out. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. Sully, that was incredible."
You slowly pull out of Sullyoon, and she whimpers at the loss. Your stomach and thighs are covered in her cum, and you look down at the mess with satisfaction. Sullyoon's pussy is still twitching, still clenching around nothing, and you can see how swollen and red she is from being fucked so thoroughly.
"Look at the mess she made," you say to Haewon. "All over me, all over you, all over the bed. Such a good girl."
Haewon is still staring at Sullyoon with this symbiosis of awe and arousal. "I didn't know that was real," she says. "I thought it was just something in porn."
"Very real," you confirm. "And she's so fucking good at it."
Sullyoon is still panting, her eyes closed, completely spent. She's never looked more beautiful than she does right now, thoroughly used and satisfied, her skin glowing with sweat.
"Haewon," you say slowly, “clean her up."
Haewon's eyes snap to yours, questioning. "What?"
"You heard me," you say. "Clean up the mess. Lick her thighs, her stomach. Taste what you helped make happen."
For a moment, Haewon hesitates, but then you see the decision form in her eyes. She wants this. She's curious. And fuck if that isn't the hottest thing.
"Okay," Haewon agrees.
You move aside to give her room, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed so you can watch. Your cock is still hard, still aching, covered in Sullyoon's cream, but you ignore it for now. This is more important.
Haewon leans down, starting at Sullyoon's inner thigh. Her tongue comes out, pink and tentative, and she licks a slow stripe up the soft skin. Sullyoon shivers at the contact, and Haewon makes this small sound of surprise.
"How does she taste?" you ask.
"Good," Haewon says, sounding almost surprised. "Really good. Sweet and kind of musky."
She continues her task, licking up Sullyoon's thigh, moving to clean her hip bone, then her lower stomach where some of her release had splashed. She's thorough, her tongue following every trail, and Sullyoon is watching now, her eyes half-lidded with the last traces of arousal despite being completely wrecked.
"That's my good girl," you praise Haewon, and she actually shivers at the words, a pleased smile crossing her face.
She moves lower, licking around Sullyoon's pubic area, getting close to her pussy but not quite touching it yet. Her tongue traces patterns on the smooth skin, cleaning up every drop she can find. Then she moves back to Sullyoon's thighs, spreading them wider to get every bit.
"Such a good girl," you repeat, reaching out to stroke Haewon's hair. "Doing exactly what you're told. Cleaning up your friend so well."
Haewon practically glows at the praise, and she redoubles her efforts. She's more confident now, less hesitant, and the sight of her tongue on Sullyoon's skin is absolutely mesmerizing.
When she's finally done, she sits up and looks at you, her lips wet and shiny. There's this proud expression on her face, like she's waiting for your approval.
"Good girl," you say again, and then you're pulling her in for a kiss. You can taste Sullyoon on her lips, on her tongue, and it makes your cock throb with need. The kiss is deep and thorough, and Haewon melts into it, her hands coming up to grip your shoulders.
When you break apart, all three of you are breathing hard again. Sullyoon is still sprawled on the bed, watching you and Haewon kiss with this satisfied smirk on her face.
"That was perfect," Sullyoon says. "Both of you. That was fucking perfect.”
Sullyoon lets out this breathy laugh from where she's still lying on the bed, her body slowly recovering from that devastating orgasm. "That was fucking amazing," she says. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life."
"Told you I could handle both of you," you say with a smug grin, unable to resist the opportunity to gloat. "I'm basically a genius."
"I'm not admitting shit," Sullyoon shoots back, but she's smiling. "Your ego is already big enough without me feeding it."
"That pride won't get you anywhere," you tease, leaning down to kiss her. She meets you halfway, her lips soft and pliant against yours, and the kiss is sweet and affectionate. When you pull back, she's looking at you with this tender expression that she rarely shows anyone.
Haewon shifts closer, wanting in on the moment, and she leans in to kiss Sullyoon too. Their lips meet gently, a contrast to the filthy things that just happened, and you watch with appreciation as they share this soft moment.
When they break apart, Sullyoon's eyes find yours, and there's something serious in her gaze now. "Don't ruin this," she says quietly. "Please. I'm taking a huge leap of faith here. We both are."
"I won't," you promise, and you mean it with everything in you. "I swear, Sullyoon. I'm not going to fuck this up."
She searches your face for a moment, then seems satisfied with what she finds. She turns to Haewon, her hand coming up to cup her friend's cheek. "Are you enjoying this?" she asks. "Really? Because if you're not, if this is too much or too weird—"
"I'm enjoying it," Haewon interrupts. "So much. I've never felt this turned on in my entire life. This is… God, this is perfect."
You and Sullyoon exchange a look, and there's this unspoken agreement that passes between you. Haewon needs attention now. She's been so good, so patient, helping you make Sullyoon fall apart, and now it's her turn to be taken care of.
"Get on all fours, baby," you tell Haewon.
Haewon's eyes go wide, but she obeys immediately, scrambling into position. She's on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, her back arched beautifully, and the sight of her like this makes your cock throb.
Sullyoon climbs off the bed, still a bit unsteady on her feet, and starts rummaging through your dresser drawers. You watch with interest as she pushes aside clothes and random shit until she finds what she's looking for. She pulls out one of your leather belts with this triumphant smile.
"I'm guessing you haven't used this on her yet?" Sullyoon asks, holding up the belt and running it through her fingers.
"Haven't had the opportunity," you admit, your eyes fixed on where the leather dangles from her hand. "But I've thought about it."
"Of course you have," Sullyoon says with a knowing smirk. "Well, let's give her the full experience."
You move to stand behind Haewon, your hands immediately going to her ass. It's absolutely perfect, round and firm with just enough softness to make you want to sink your teeth into it. Her thick thighs are spread just enough that you can see her pussy, already wet and swollen, and above that her pink asshole is peeking out, winking slightly as she breathes.
"Fuck, look at this ass," you say, squeezing both cheeks appreciatively. "Haewon, you've been hiding this from me under all those baggy clothes."
"It's not that special," Haewon mumbles, her face pressed into the pillow, and you can hear the embarrassment in her voice.
"It's fucking spectacular," Sullyoon corrects, moving to stand beside you. She reaches out to run her hand over Haewon's ass, her fingers tracing the curve. "Your thighs too. God, Haewon, you're so gorgeous."
Haewon makes this pleased sound, and you can see her relaxing under the praise, her body settling into the position more comfortably.
"Get her dripping for me," you tell Sullyoon, stepping back to give her room. "Make her so desperate for my cock that she can't think straight."
"With pleasure," Sullyoon says with this wicked gleam in her eyes.
She drops to her knees behind Haewon, the belt still in one hand, and uses her other hand to spread Haewon's ass cheeks wider. Haewon gasps at the exposure, her whole body tensing for a moment before Sullyoon's tongue makes contact.
"Oh fuck," Haewon moans, her fingers clutching at the sheets. "Sully—"
Sullyoon doesn't waste time with teasing. She dives in, her tongue licking a long stripe from Haewon's clit all the way up through her folds. Haewon's hips jerk back automatically, trying to get more contact, and Sullyoon hums approvingly against her pussy.
You're watching this with rapt attention, your hand wrapped around your cock, stroking slowly. The sight of Sullyoon's face buried between Haewon's ass cheeks, her tongue working Haewon's pussy with obvious enthusiasm - you're so drunk and horny that you don't even remember how things escalated to this point (but you love that it did).
"How does she taste?" you ask.
Sullyoon pulls back just enough to answer, her lips shiny with Haewon's arousal. "Fucking delicious," she says. "Sweet and so wet already."
Then she's back to it, her tongue working Haewon over with clear expertise. She licks and sucks at Haewon's pussy, occasionally moving higher to circle around her asshole, which makes Haewon cry out and press back for more.
"Oh my god, Sullyoon," Haewon gasps, her arms starting to shake. "That feels so good. Your tongue is perfect. Don't stop."
Sullyoon has no intention of stopping. She eats Haewon out with enthusiasm, her free hand coming up to slide two fingers into Haewon's pussy while her tongue focuses on her clit. The dual stimulation has Haewon absolutely losing it, her moans getting louder and more desperate.
"Look at your asshole," Sullyoon says, pulling back slightly. "It keeps winking at me. Have you ever had anything in here?"
"No," Haewon admits breathlessly. "Never."
"We should change that sometime," Sullyoon muses, and then her tongue is circling Haewon's rim, teasing it.
"Oh fuck," Haewon practically screams, her whole body jerking. "That's—I've never—"
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Sullyoon asks, and then she's pressing the tip of her tongue against the tight ring of muscle, not penetrating but applying pressure.
Haewon's response is completely incoherent, just a string of moans and gasps as Sullyoon continues to work her over. Her fingers are pumping steadily in and out of Haewon's pussy, and every time she circles her asshole with her tongue, Haewon's whole body shudders.
"She's getting so wet," Sullyoon observes, pulling her fingers out to show you. They're absolutely coated in Haewon's arousal, strings of it connecting them. "Look at this. She's fucking drenched."
"Perfect," you say, stroking yourself faster. "Get her ready for me. I want her begging for my cock."
Sullyoon goes back to work on Haewon with this intensity that's absolutely mesmerizing to watch. Her face is buried between those thick thighs, and you can see her tongue working, alternating between licking Haewon's pussy and paying attention to that tight pink asshole that keeps clenching and unclenching with each wave of pleasure.
"Oh god, oh god," Haewon moans. "I've never—no one's ever touched me there before."
"Is your tight little asshole virgin, princess?" Sullyoon asks, teasing, pulling back just enough to speak before diving right back in. Her tongue circles Haewon's rim again, slower this time, more deliberate, and Haewon's whole body shudders. “How does it feel to have my warm, wet tongue playing with it for the first time?”
"Yes," Haewon confirms breathlessly. "It's so… It's so weird but it feels so good."
You're standing there stroking your cock, watching Sullyoon eat Haewon's ass like it's her favorite meal. Haewon's pussy is getting impossibly wetter, arousal literally dripping down her inner thighs, and you can see how swollen and flushed she is. Every time Sullyoon's tongue presses against her asshole, more wetness leaks from her pussy, coating everything.
"Look at how much you're dripping," you say, moving closer. "Your pussy is fucking soaked, baby. All from having your ass eaten."
"Can't help it," Haewon whimpers. "It feels too good. Her tongue is—oh fuck—"
Sullyoon's tongue is pressing more firmly against Haewon's asshole now, the tip actually breaching that tight ring of muscle just slightly. Not enough to really penetrate, but enough to make Haewon's legs start shaking. Sullyoon's face is a mess too, covered in Haewon's arousal, her chin and cheeks shiny with it, but she doesn't seem to care at all. If anything, she seems to be enjoying it as much as Haewon is.
"You taste so good here," Sullyoon murmurs against Haewon's skin. "So clean and tight. I could eat your ass for hours."
"Oh my god," Haewon gasps, her hands clutching the sheets. "Sully, that's so dirty."
"You love it though," Sullyoon says, and she brings her fingers back into play, sliding three of them into Haewon's pussy while her tongue continues working her asshole. "I can feel how much you love it. Your pussy just clenched around my fingers so hard."
Haewon can only moan in response, completely lost in the sensations. Her asshole is getting drooly too now, relaxing under Sullyoon's attention, and you can see it glistening with Sullyoon's saliva mixed with Haewon's own wetness that's been dripping down.
"Fuck, look at that," you breathe out, your hand working your cock faster. "Your asshole looks so good like this, Haewon. All wet and pink and begging for attention."
"Maybe one day we should try putting something in here," Sullyoon suggests casually, like she's not currently tongue-fucking Haewon's ass. "Start small, work our way up. Eventually get you ready to take his cock."
"Oh fuck," Haewon moans at just the thought, her hips pushing back against Sullyoon's face. "I don't know if I could—"
"You could," Sullyoon assures her, punctuating her words with long, slow licks. "We'd take our time. Make sure you're ready. And then he'd fuck your ass while I play with your pussy. Would you like that?"
"Yes," Haewon admits. "Fuck yes, I think I'd like that a lot."
"Good girl," Sullyoon praises, and she redoubles her efforts. Her tongue is working Haewon's asshole with this perfect rhythm, circling and pressing and occasionally pushing just slightly inside, while her fingers continue to pump into her pussy.
You can see Haewon's thighs trembling, can hear how her breathing is getting more erratic. The combination of Sullyoon's tongue on her ass and fingers in her pussy is clearly driving her insane, building her up to something intense.
"She's so responsive here," Sullyoon says with this note of wonder in her voice. "Every time I lick her asshole, her pussy clenches around my fingers. It's fucking beautiful."
"Keep going," you encourage, still stroking yourself. "Make her a mess. I want her desperate for my cock."
Sullyoon takes that as a challenge, and her tongue gets more aggressive. She's really eating Haewon's ass now, her tongue pressing firmly against the tight muscle, working to relax it further. Haewon's asshole is so slick with saliva now, and every time Sullyoon's tongue breaches it just slightly, Haewon lets out these high-pitched whimpers that go straight to your cock.
"Please," Haewon starts begging. "Please, I need more. I need to be filled. My pussy is so empty."
"But we're not done with your ass yet," Sullyoon teases, and she actually pushes her tongue inside, just the tip, and Haewon nearly screams.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, that's—" Haewon can't even finish her sentence, too overwhelmed by the sensation.
Sullyoon continues like this for several more minutes, alternating between eating Haewon's pussy and paying attention to her ass, until Haewon is literally a trembling, begging mess. Her arousal has soaked the sheets beneath her, her thighs are shaking uncontrollably, and she's making these desperate sounds that are barely human.
Finally, Sullyoon pulls back, and you can see how wrecked she looks. Her face is absolutely covered in Haewon's wetness, her lips swollen and red, and there's this satisfied smirk on her face.
"She's all yours," Sullyoon says, moving aside to give you space. "I got her nice and ready for you."
You don't waste any time moving into position behind Haewon. Your cock is achingly hard, and you rub it through her folds, coating yourself in her arousal. The head bumps against her clit and she cries out, her hips pushing back desperately.
"Please," Haewon begs. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad."
"Beg better than that," you say, continuing to tease her entrance. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want your cock inside me," Haewon gasps. "I want you to fill my pussy up and fuck me hard. Please, I've been so good, I've been patient. I need it so bad it hurts."
Sullyoon moves to stand beside you, the belt still in her hand. She's watching Haewon with this predatory expression, clearly enjoying seeing her friend so desperate.
"I think she's earned it," Sullyoon says. "She's been such a good girl. Look how wet she is for you."
You line yourself up properly and then you're pushing inside, sliding into Haewon's tight, wet heat in one long thrust. She's even tighter than Sullyoon, gripping your cock like a vice, and the sensation makes your eyes roll back.
"Oh fuck," Haewon cries out, her back arching beautifully. "Yes, yes, finally. You feel so good inside me.”
You start fucking Haewon with deep, powerful strokes, your hands gripping her hips so hard you know you're leaving marks. But she doesn't seem to mind at all; if anything, she pushes back to meet your thrusts, taking you as deep as she can. This position is absolutely perfect for her, the arch of her back making her ass look even more incredible, and the way her pussy grips your cock with each thrust is driving you insane.
"Fuck, you feel so good," you groan, watching your cock disappear into her over and over. "So tight and wet. You were made for this, weren't you?"
"Yes," Haewon moans. "Made for your cock. It feels so good, so full."
Sullyoon is standing beside you, watching with that calculating expression, the belt dangling from her hand. You can see the wheels turning in her head, and then without any warning at all, she brings the belt down across Haewon's ass with a sharp crack. The sound echoes through the room, and Haewon's whole body jerks forward with the impact. For a second you think maybe it was too much, but then Haewon lets out this long, drawn-out moan that's pure pleasure.
"Oh fuck," Haewon gasps, and you can feel her pussy clench around your cock. "Do that again."
Sullyoon grins wickedly, clearly pleased with the reaction. "You like that?" she asks, running her hand over the red mark that's already forming on Haewon's pale skin. "You like being spanked?"
"Yes," Haewon admits breathlessly. "I love it."
"Good," Sullyoon says, and she brings the belt down again, this time on the other cheek. Another sharp crack, another red mark blooming across that perfect ass, and another desperate moan from Haewon.
You keep fucking her through it, maintaining that steady, hard rhythm, and every time the belt connects with her skin, her pussy clenches around you impossibly tight.
"I think our little girl needs some structure," Sullyoon comments, "don't you think?"
"Definitely," you agree, catching on to what she's doing. "She's been such a needy little thing all night."
"That's because she needs a mommy and a daddy to take care of her," Sullyoon continues, bringing the belt down again. The crack is louder this time, and Haewon's arms nearly give out. "Isn't that right, baby?"
"Yes," Haewon whimpers. "I need you both. Need mommy and daddy."
Sullyoon catches your eye and there's this shared understanding between you - you're going to absolutely wreck Haewon together, give her everything she needs and more.
"That's my good girl," Sullyoon coos, even as she brings the belt down again. "Admitting what you need. Now, are you going to be obedient? Are you going to take what we give you?"
"Yes, mommy," Haewon gasps. "I'll be good. I promise I'll be so good."
"That's what I like to hear," Sullyoon says approvingly. She spanks Haewon again, and the red marks are really starting to show now, bright against her pale skin. "Look at how pretty your ass looks all marked up. Daddy's cock stretching your pussy, mommy's belt marking your ass. This is exactly where you belong."
"Yes," Haewon agrees, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "This is where I belong. With both of you. Using me however you want."
You adjust your angle slightly, making sure you're hitting that spot deep inside her that makes her see stars, and the change in position makes Haewon cry out. "That's it, baby," you encourage. "Take daddy's cock like a good girl."
Sullyoon brings the belt down in a series of quick strikes, alternating between cheeks, and each one makes Haewon's pussy clench around you. The combination of pain and pleasure is clearly overwhelming her, and you can feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating your cock and dripping down her thighs.
"Count them," Sullyoon orders suddenly. "Count each one and thank mommy for it."
The next strike comes down and Haewon gasps out, "One! Thank you, mommy!"
"Good girl," Sullyoon praises, and delivers another.
"Two! Thank you, mommy!"
You're fucking her harder now, timing your thrusts with the strikes of the belt, creating this perfect rhythm that has Haewon absolutely losing her mind. Every time the belt connects, you're buried deep inside her, and the dual sensation is clearly pushing her toward something intense.
"Three! Thank you, mommy!" Haewon's voice is getting higher with each count.
"Look at how well she's taking it," Sullyoon observes, running her free hand over the red marks. "Such a perfect little slut for us. Both holes used, her ass all marked up. You're doing so well, princess. Now pick up where you left off," Sullyoon orders, slamming the belt against Haewon's ass once more.
"Four! Thank you, mommy!" Another strike, harder this time. "Five! Thank you, mommy!"
Haewon's whole body is trembling now, caught between your relentless fucking and Sullyoon's spanking. Her ass is beautifully red, the marks standing out stark against her pale skin, and you can feel her pussy starting to flutter around your cock in that telltale way.
"She's getting close," you tell Sullyoon. "I can feel it."
"Not yet," Sullyoon says firmly, bringing the belt down again. "You don't get to cum until we say so. Understand?"
"Six! Thank you, mommy!" Haewon sobs out. "Please, I need—"
"You need what we give you," Sullyoon interrupts, another sharp strike. "Nothing more, nothing less."
"Seven! Thank you, mommy!" She's so wet that you can hear it, the obscene sound of your fucking mixing with the crack of the belt and Haewon's increasingly desperate moans. "Eight! Thank you, mommy!"
"That's my good girl," Sullyoon praises, and her free hand comes around to find Haewon's clit, rubbing it in quick circles. "Taking everything we give you so perfectly. Daddy's big cock filling your pussy, mommy's belt making your ass nice and red. You love this, don't you?" Before Haewon can even open her mouth, the belt lands on her ass in the spot that's already starting to bruise purple from so many hits in the same place.
"Nine! Thank you, mommy! Yes, I love it so much!"
Another strike, the hardest yet.
"Ten! Thank you, mommy!"
"I think that's enough for now," Sullyoon decides, tossing the belt aside and moving to kneel beside the bed so she's face level with Haewon. "You've been such a good girl. Such an obedient little thing. Now daddy's going to fuck you until you can't think anymore, and mommy's going to watch and tell you how pretty you look taking it."
You grab Haewon's hair, wrapping it around your fist and pulling her head back as you thrust deep inside her. The angle makes her back arch even more dramatically, and you can see the way her body trembles with each powerful stroke. Your other hand grips her hip bruisingly tight, using the leverage to fuck her harder, faster, giving her exactly what she needs.
"Yes, yes, daddy!" Haewon cries out. "Fuck me harder! Please!"
Sullyoon picks up the belt again, clearly not done yet, and brings it down across Haewon's already reddened ass with a loud crack. The impact makes Haewon's whole body jolt forward, taking your cock even deeper, and the sound that comes out of her mouth is pure ecstasy.
"Such a greedy little slut," Sullyoon says. "Always wanting more. Never satisfied."
"I can't help it," Haewon sobs, and there are actual tears streaming down her face now, but they're tears of overwhelming pleasure. "I've never felt anything like this before. It's so much. Too much. But I don't want it to stop."
You yank her hair harder, forcing her to look at Sullyoon who's moved back to stand beside you. "Tell mommy what you need," you order, your hips never stopping their relentless rhythm.
"I need mommy to keep spanking me," Haewon gasps out. "Need daddy's cock so deep I can't think. Need both of you to use me. I'm yours. Completely yours."
"Fuck," Sullyoon breathes. She brings the belt down again, and again, creating a rhythm that matches your thrusts. Every time you bottom out inside Haewon, the belt connects with her ass, and the synchronized sensation has Haewon absolutely losing her mind.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy," Haewon chants. "So deep. You're so deep inside me. I can feel you everywhere."
"Good," you growl, pulling her hair so hard her back is nearly vertical. "Want you to feel me for days. Every time you sit down, you'll remember how I fucked you. How we both used you."
"Yes," Haewon agrees desperately. "Want to remember. Want to feel it forever."
Sullyoon is watching Haewon's face with rapt attention. "Look at her," she says to you, bringing the belt down particularly hard. "She's completely gone. Never seen her like this before. So desperate and needy."
"I am," Haewon admits shamelessly. "I'm so desperate for you both. For mommy and daddy. Never want this to end."
"Tell us more," Sullyoon demands, her free hand coming up to grab Haewon's jaw, forcing her to maintain eye contact. "Tell us exactly how it feels."
"It feels like I'm being split open," Haewon gasps, her words punctuated by your thrusts. "Like daddy's cock is reaching places no one's ever touched. And when mommy spanks me, it hurts so good. The pain just makes everything else feel better. I'm so full and so empty at the same time. I need more. Always more."
You release her hair only to wrap your hand around her throat instead, pulling her upper body back against your chest while you continue to fuck her. The new angle lets you go even deeper, and Haewon's scream is muffled by Sullyoon's hand clamping over her mouth.
"Shhh," Sullyoon warns, though she's grinning. "The neighbors will hear what a desperate little slut you are." Haewon whimpers against Sullyoon's palm, and you can feel her pussy clenching rhythmically around your cock. She's so close, you can tell, teetering right on that edge, but you're not ready to let her fall yet.
"Not yet," you remind her, your hand on her throat tightening just slightly. "You don't cum until we say so."
Sullyoon removes her hand from Haewon's mouth, and the sounds that pour out are absolutely filthy. "Please, please, mommy, daddy, I need to cum so bad. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just please let me cum."
"Anything?" Sullyoon repeats, bringing the belt down hard enough to make Haewon yelp. "That's a dangerous promise, baby girl."
"I mean it," Haewon insists, her whole body shaking. "I'm yours. Both of yours. Whatever you want from me, it's yours. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. Everything. Just please, please let me cum."
"She's begging so pretty," you observe, your grip on her throat loosening just enough to let her breathe easier. "What do you think, mommy? Has she earned it yet?"
"Not quite," Sullyoon answers. "I want to see her really desperate first. Want to watch her completely fall apart."
"No," Haewon whines. "Please, I'm already falling apart. Can't take much more."
"You can take what we give you," Sullyoon says firmly, and she brings the belt down in a series of rapid strikes that have Haewon sobbing and writhing. "You can take it because you're our good girl. Because this is what you were made for. To be used by both of us."
"Yes, yes, I was made for this," Haewon agrees frantically. "Made to be yours. To take whatever you give me. I love it. I love you both. Love being your good girl."
"We love you too," you tell her. "Our perfect little girl. Taking everything so well."
"Love you so much," Sullyoon adds, softer now even as she continues with the belt. "You're doing so good, princess. Making mommy so proud."
Haewon is a mess now, tears and drool running down her face, her makeup completely ruined, her hair wild from your grip. Her ass is bright red, covered in marks from the belt, and her pussy is absolutely drenched, coating your cock and dripping onto the already soaked sheets. She's never looked more beautiful.
"More," she begs, even though you can tell she's barely holding on. "Need more. Harder, daddy. Spank me harder, mommy. Use me. Ruin me. Make me yours forever."
"Already ours," you remind her, your hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Always been ours. From the moment we both met you."
"Say it again," Sullyoon demands, bringing the belt down hard. "Tell us who you belong to."
"Yours!" Haewon practically screams. "I belong to mommy and daddy! Only you two! Forever!"
Sullyoon's eyes meet yours over Haewon's trembling body, and there's this moment of perfect understanding. This beautiful, desperate woman between you is yours. Completely, utterly yours. And you're never letting her go.
"Keep fucking her," Sullyoon says to you. "I want to see how much more she can take before she breaks."
You're happy to oblige. Each thrust punches sounds out of her that are barely human, and you can feel her whole body starting to tense up in that way that means she's getting dangerously close despite your orders.
"Hold it," you command. "Don't you dare cum yet."
"Can't," Haewon sobs. "Can't hold it. Too much. Please let me cum. Please, daddy, mommy, please."
"Not yet," Sullyoon says mercilessly, and brings the belt down again. "You can hold it. You're strong. You can do this for us."
Sullyoon drops the belt and grabs Haewon's face with both hands, forcing her to look up and you watch with fascination as she leans in close, her lips parting. She lets saliva pool in her mouth and then slowly, deliberately, she spits directly into Haewon's open mouth.
"Swallow," Sullyoon commands, and Haewon obeys immediately, her throat working as she takes it down. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for mommy."
You can feel Haewon's pussy clenching around you even tighter after that, and you know she's right on the absolute edge. There's no way she can hold back much longer, and honestly, you don't want her to. You want to see her completely shatter. You grab both her arms, pulling them behind her back and pinning her wrists together with one hand. The position forces her chest down into the mattress and her ass up even higher, and the leverage it gives you is incredible. You start fucking her with absolutely everything you have, your hips pistoning forward with brutal force.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Haewon screams. The sound is so loud you're definitely going to get noise complaints, but none of you care. "I can't! I'm going to—please, I need to cum!"
"Cum for us," Sullyoon says. "Be a good girl and cum all over daddy's cock. Show us how good we make you feel."
With permission given, Haewon's orgasm hits her like an avalanche, her whole body convulsing as she screams. Her pussy clamps down on your cock so tight it's almost painful, pulsing and milking you, and you can feel her release gushing out around your cock, soaking everything.
"That's it, that's it," Sullyoon encourages, watching. "Look at you, princess. So beautiful when you cum. Keep going. Let it all out."
Haewon is sobbing through her orgasm, completely lost in it, and the sensation of her pussy spasming around you combined with her desperate sounds pushes you right to your own edge. You fuck her through it, prolonging her pleasure, and you can feel your own release building at the base of your spine.
"Fuck, I'm close," you warn, your rhythm getting erratic. "Gonna cum."
"Pull out," Sullyoon says quickly. "I want to see it."
You give Haewon a few more brutal thrusts, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm, and then you pull out. Your cock is absolutely drenched with her arousal, and it's throbbing with the need to release. You quickly flip Haewon over onto her back (she's completely boneless, barely able to help, her limbs shaking) and you position yourself over her face.
"Open your mouth," you order and Haewon obeys, her tongue lolling out, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
You stroke yourself fast and hard, and it only takes a few pumps before you're cumming. The first rope of cum shoots out and lands across Haewon's face, painting a line from her forehead down across her nose. The second hits her cheek, and the third lands directly in her open mouth.
"Holy shit," Sullyoon breathes, eyes wide as she watches. "Look at all that cum."
And there is a lot. More than you've cum in a long time, probably built up from all the teasing and edging throughout the night. You keep stroking, milking every last drop out, and it just keeps coming. Thick ropes of white coating Haewon's face, getting in her hair, dripping down her cheeks, covering her lips and chin.
"Fuck," you groan, your whole body shuddering with the intensity of it. "Take it all, baby. Every fucking drop."
Haewon's tongue comes out to lick at what landed near her mouth, and the sight of her tasting your cum while her face is completely painted with it is almost enough to get you hard again immediately.
When you're finally done, completely spent, you sit back on your heels to admire your work. Haewon's face is absolutely covered, cum dripping down onto the pillow beneath her head. Her eyes are still glazed, a satisfied smile on her face despite the mess.
"You were such a good girl," you tell her, reaching down to stroke her cheek with your thumb. "Took everything we gave you so perfectly."
"Such a good girl," Sullyoon echoes. "I've never seen you like this, Haewon. Never seen you so thoroughly used. You look beautiful."
"Feel beautiful," Haewon manages to mumble. "Feel perfect. That was… I've never… nothing's ever been that intense."
You collapse beside her on the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Your whole body feels like jelly, completely wrung out, and you can feel sweat cooling on your skin. Sullyoon climbs onto the bed on Haewon's other side, sandwiching her between you. Sullyoon looks down at Haewon's cum-covered face, and there's this hungry glint in her eyes that makes your spent cock twitch despite being completely drained. "Can't let all that go to waste," she murmurs, and before you can fully process what she's about to do, she's leaning down.
Her tongue comes out and she starts at Haewon's forehead. She licks a long, slow stripe down, collecting the cum that's painted across her friend's skin. Haewon's eyes flutter open in surprise, but she doesn't protest. She actually tilts her head back slightly to give Sullyoon better access.
“This is so dirty," you breathe out, watching transfixed as Sullyoon continues her work.
Sullyoon's tongue traces along Haewon's temple, then down her cheek, lapping up every drop of your release. She's thorough and deliberate, clearly savoring the taste.
"Tastes different on her skin," Sullyoon observes, pulling back for a moment before diving back in. "Still good though. Salty and warm."
"Oh my god, Sully," Haewon giggles breathlessly, her hands coming up to rest on Sullyoon's shoulders. "You're insane."
"I know you're enjoying it, though," Sullyoon counters, and she licks across Haewon's nose, cleaning the cum that had landed there. "Besides, we're way past the point of being shy about this stuff." She moves to Haewon's other cheek, her tongue working meticulously to clean every trace. When she reaches Haewon's lips, she pauses, her eyes meeting her friend's. There's this moment of tension, of anticipation, and then Sullyoon is kissing her.
It's absolutely filthy, all tongue and no finesse, Sullyoon licking into Haewon's mouth to share the taste of your cum. Their tongues slide together messily, saliva and cum mixing between them, and you can hear the wet sounds of the kiss from where you're lying beside them. Haewon moans into Sullyoon's mouth, her hands sliding up to tangle in her friend's hair. They're making out like they're starving for each other, desperate and sloppy. Your cum is smeared between both their faces now, transferred by the kiss, and neither of them seems to care at all.
"Fuck, that's hot," you manage. "You two are so fucking hot together."
Sullyoon breaks the kiss long enough to glance at you with a smirk. "Enjoying the show?"
"Very much," you confirm. "Please don't stop on my account."
"Wasn't planning to," Sullyoon says, and then she's back to kissing Haewon, this time slower but no less intense. Her tongue traces Haewon's bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth, and Haewon whimpers at the sensation.
When they finally break apart, both of them are breathing hard. Haewon's face is much cleaner now, most of your cum either licked up by Sullyoon or transferred to her own face through the kissing. They're both flushed and glowing, looking thoroughly debauched and absolutely satisfied.
"That was amazing," Haewon says. "Everything about tonight was amazing."
"It really was," Sullyoon agrees. "I can't believe we actually did this."
"Alright, the chat here is cool but I don't think we can continue like this," you say eventually, forcing yourself to sit up despite your body's protests. "We really should shower. We're all disgusting."
"Speak for yourself," Sullyoon says, but she's sitting up too, stretching her arms above her head. "I'm glowing."
"You're covered in various bodily fluids," you point out. "All of us are."
"Fine," Haewon concedes with a yawn. "Shower sounds good. But I don't think I can stand up."
"Come on," you say, climbing off the bed and offering her your hand. "I'll help you."
The three of you make your way to the bathroom, Haewon wobbling slightly between you and Sullyoon. Your shower is decent sized, big enough for two people comfortably, and with some strategic positioning, three people can fit if they don't mind being close. Which, after everything that just happened, none of you do. The hot water feels incredible against your skin, washing away the sweat and everything else. You help wash Haewon's hair while Sullyoon soaps up her body, all three of you taking care of each other with this new intimacy that feels natural now. There's some playful touching and a few kisses exchanged, but mostly it's just comfortable and warm.
When you're all clean and dried off, you realize the next problem. "You both need something to sleep in," you say, wrapping a towel around your waist. "Let me grab you some shirts."
You head to your dresser and pull open the drawer where you keep your old t-shirts, the comfortable worn ones that are perfect for sleeping. But before you can pick anything out, both Sullyoon and Haewon have crowded in beside you, reaching for the same shirt simultaneously. It's this faded blue one, soft from years of washing, and they each grab a side of it at the exact same moment. They freeze, looking at each other, and then at the shirt, and then at you.
"This is my shirt," Haewon says.
"No, it's mine," Sullyoon argues. "I always wear this one when I sleep over."
"I wore it last time I was here," Haewon insists.
The situation is so unlikely that it is comical. They've both been sleeping over, both wearing your shirts, both making themselves at home in your space without knowing about each other. It's complicated, but it's also kind of perfect.
"Okay, new solution," you say, reaching past them to grab a different shirt. "Sullyoon, this one is officially yours now. Your designated sleepover shirt. And Haewon can keep the blue one."
You hand Sullyoon a gray shirt that's equally soft and worn, and she examines it critically for a moment before nodding. "Fine. But this better be comfortable."
"It is," you assure her. "Trust me."
Both girls pull on the shirts, and they hit them mid-thigh, just long enough to be decent but short enough to be enticing. They're not wearing anything underneath, and you can see the outline of their bodies through the thin fabric. It's innocent and sexy at the same time, and you have to force yourself not to get distracted again.
"Ow," Haewon suddenly says, reaching back to touch her ass. "It's burning."
"Let me see," Sullyoon says immediately.
Haewon lifts the hem of her shirt, revealing her ass, and both you and Sullyoon wince. The skin is bright red with clear marks from the belt, and there are even some purple-ish spots where the strikes were particularly hard. It looks painful, and you feel a twinge of guilt with pride at having marked her so thoroughly.
"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry," Sullyoon says, and she actually drops to her knees, pressing gentle kisses to the marked skin. "I got carried away. Does it hurt bad?"
"It's not terrible," Haewon assures her, though she's clearly feeling it. "Just stings. But in a good way, kind of."
You move closer and press a soft kiss to her unmarked lower back. "You'll get used to it," you tell her. "The soreness fades pretty quick, and then you just have the memories."
"I think I'd like to get used to it," Haewon says with a shy smile. "It was intense but I loved it."
She yawns then, huge and jaw-cracking, and Sullyoon laughs as she stands back up. "Someone's tired," she observes.
"Someone just had the most intense sexual experience of her life," Haewon counters. "I think I'm allowed to be tired."
"Fair point," you concede. "Let's get the bed ready."
The sheets are absolutely destroyed, so you strip them off and grab fresh ones from the closet. The three of you work together to make the bed, and there's something domestic and comfortable about it. When it's done, you all climb in, and there's a brief moment of awkwardness as you figure out the sleeping arrangement. You end up in the middle again, because apparently that's just your permanent position now, with Haewon on your left and Sullyoon on your right. They both immediately curl into you, their heads on your chest, and you wrap your arms around both of them.
"Today was amazing," Haewon says sleepily, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your stomach. "So intense. So good. I loved every second of it."
"Even the spanking?" Sullyoon teases.
"Especially the spanking," Haewon confirms. "I loved calling you mommy and him daddy. Made everything feel even better. Can we keep doing that?"
"If that's what you want," Sullyoon says softly. "We can definitely keep doing that."
"I want to be your good girl," Haewon continues, her words getting slightly slurred as sleep pulls at her. "For both of you. Want to make you proud."
"You already do," you tell her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You're perfect, baby."
You settle back into the pillows with a contented sigh, both girls pressed against your sides, and you can't help but smile. "I was right all along," you say. "This was always going to work."
"Don't get cocky," Sullyoon warns. "You got lucky that we're both apparently insane enough to agree to this."
"Not insane," you correct. "Brave. Revolutionary. Pioneers of modern relationships."
"You're such an idiot," Sullyoon says fondly.
Haewon shifts slightly. "So we're officially your girlfriends now? Both of us?"
"Yes," you confirm without hesitation. "Both of you. My girlfriends. If you'll have me."
"We'll have you," Sullyoon says. "God help us, but we'll have you."
There's a moment of silence, and then Sullyoon lets out this long-suffering sigh. "When my friends find out about this, I'm going to be so embarrassed. They're never going to let me live it down."
"I can't wait to post a picture of both of you on Instagram," you say, just teasing. "Show everyone how lucky I am."
"You just want to show off," Sullyoon accuses. "We're not objects for you to parade around."
"I know that.” You lean down to kiss Sullyoon, and then turn to kiss Haewon. "I'm kidding about the Instagram thing. Well, mostly kidding. But I promise I'm going to take good care of both of you. No more lies, no more games. Just us, being honest and figuring this out together."
"You better," Sullyoon warns. "Because if you fuck this up—"
"I know, I know," you interrupt. "You'll stab me. Or set me on fire. Or both."
"Both," Sullyoon confirms. "Definitely both."
"Noted," you say, and you pull them both closer. "Now can we please go to sleep? I'm exhausted."
"Fine," Sullyoon concedes. "But we're talking logistics in the morning. Ground rules, schedules, all of it."
"Whatever you want," you promise. "We'll figure it all out. Together."
—
The morning light, soft and golden through the crack in the curtain, it's what eventually pulls Sullyoon from sleep. She blinks slowly, her head immediately protesting the movement with a dull throb. Too much wine last night, she thinks, groaning quietly as she presses a hand to her forehead. Then the memories come flooding back - everything that happened, every kiss and touch and filthy word - and her eyes snap fully open. She turns her head to find Haewon still curled up beside her, sleeping peacefully with her face buried in the pillow. The bed is noticeably empty on the other side where you should be, and Sullyoon can hear faint sounds coming from the kitchen. You're already up, apparently, which is surprising given how late you all stayed up and how thoroughly exhausted everyone was.
"Haewon," Sullyoon says softly, reaching over to shake her friend's shoulder. "Wake up." Haewon makes this protesting sound and tries to burrow deeper into the pillow, but Sullyoon is persistent. After a moment, Haewon's eyes flutter open, unfocused and sleepy. She looks at Sullyoon with confusion for a second, like she can't quite remember where she is, and then awareness dawns and a slow smile spreads across her face.
"Morning," Haewon mumbles.
"How do you feel?" Sullyoon asks, studying her friend's face carefully. In the morning light, with no makeup and bedhead, Haewon looks soft and young and vulnerable, and Sullyoon feels this protective surge in her chest.
"Great," Haewon says, stretching like a cat. Then she winces slightly and reaches back to touch her ass. "Okay, mostly great. My butt is still a bit sore, but otherwise I feel amazing. Yesterday was really, really good."
"You don't regret it?" Sullyoon presses, because she needs to hear it clearly, needs to know that her best friend isn't going to wake up and realize they made a terrible mistake.
Instead of answering with words, Haewon leans in and kisses her. It's soft and sweet and completely different from the desperate kissing of last night, and when she pulls back, she's smiling. "No," she says firmly. "I don't regret anything. What about you?"
Sullyoon considers the question, taking stock of her feelings. Her head hurts, her body is sore in places she forgot could be sore, and she's lying in bed with her best friend after having the most intense sexual experience of her life with said best friend and the guy they're apparently both dating now. It's insane. It's complicated. It's—
"Not yet," Sullyoon says with a small smile. "Ask me again in a week."
They get out of bed, both of them still wearing your shirts and nothing else, and pad out to the main area of your apartment. You're sitting at the small dining table with a cup of coffee and a book, looking relaxed and domestic in just sweatpants and a t-shirt. When you look up and see them, your whole face lights up with this genuine smile that makes Sullyoon blush, even though she tries to hide it by turning her face to the side.
"Morning, sleepyheads," you say, closing your book. "I was starting to think you'd sleep all day."
Haewon immediately walks over to you, and without any hesitation she leans down to kiss you. "Morning, daddy," she says against your lips.
"I made breakfast," you announce, gesturing to the counter where there are plates of eggs and toast and fruit. "Nothing fancy, but I figured you'd both be hungry."
"You made breakfast?" Haewon's eyes go wide with delight. "That's so sweet!"
"Don't be fooled," Sullyoon says, moving to examine the food critically. "These good boyfriend deeds will only last the first week. Then it's back to takeout and frozen pizza."
You stand up and move to wrap your arms around Sullyoon from behind, pulling her back against your chest. "You're always so grumpy when you wake up," you murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple, then her cheek. "It's kind of cute."
"I'm not grumpy," Sullyoon protests, but she's leaning back into your embrace despite herself. "I'm realistic."
"Grumpy," you repeat with a grin, kissing her neck.
Haewon has already moved to sit at the table, but as soon as she lowers herself onto the chair, she lets out this pained sound. "Ow, fuck," she mutters, quickly adjusting her position and shifting her weight. She finally finds an angle that works, sitting slightly to one side, and looks over at Sullyoon. "Mommy, come eat too."
Sullyoon extricates herself from your arms and moves to sit across from Haewon, her eyebrows raised. "It's a bit weird for you to call me mommy when you're older than me," she points out. "Like, factually incorrect."
Haewon just shrugs, already digging into her breakfast. "It's just a detail. Age is just a number. Besides, you're the one who started it last night."
"That was different," Sullyoon argues. "That was in the heat of the moment."
"And this is the warm afterglow of the moment," Haewon counters. "Same thing."
You move to sit with them, bringing your coffee with you, and you reach into your pocket to pull out your cigarettes. Sullyoon watches as you pull one out and bring it to your lips, reaching for the lighter that's sitting on the table. But before you can flick it, Sullyoon reaches out and plucks the cigarette right from between your lips.
"Hey," you protest. "I was about to smoke that."
"No, you weren't," Sullyoon says calmly, holding the cigarette out of your reach. "You're not smoking anymore."
"What? Since when?"
"Since now," Sullyoon informs you. "From now on, Haewon and I are in charge of this relationship. And we say no more cigarettes."
"We are?" Haewon asks, looking delighted by this information.
"We are," Sullyoon confirms, not taking her eyes off you. "You do what we tell you. That's how this is going to work."
You lean back in your chair, studying Sullyoon. "That's kind of a toxic trait," you point out. "Taking control like that. And that's definitely not how you deal with addiction. It takes support, respect, and acceptance to deal with this delicate matter. You can't just order someone to quit cold turkey."
"I don't give a fuck," Sullyoon says bluntly. "You want this relationship to work? You want us both to stick around? Then you quit smoking. It's disgusting, it's bad for your health, and I hate it. Haewon hates it too."
"I do hate it," Haewon agrees, nodding enthusiastically. "It makes your breath taste bad when we kiss."
"Fine," you sigh. "You win. You're both in charge of the relationship. I'll do what you tell me."
"Good boy," Sullyoon says, then she leans across the table and kisses you, slow and sweet, and when she pulls back she's smiling. "See? That wasn't so hard."
"Don't get used to me being this agreeable," you warn, but you're smiling too. "I'm only doing this because I like you both way too much."
"Love," Haewon corrects. "You love us. You said so last night."
"I did," you admit. "And I meant it. I love you both."
"We love you too," Haewon says immediately, and she looks at Sullyoon. "Right, mommy?"
Sullyoon rolls her eyes at the title but nods. "Yeah," she says. "We love you. Just a little. Even when you're being an idiot."
"Especially when I'm being an idiot," you correct with your smug smile.
After breakfast and some more lazy kissing on the couch, reality starts to creep back in. Both girls have to go home eventually, have to get back to their lives, and as much as you'd love to keep them here in this perfect bubble forever, you know that's not how this works. Sullyoon and Haewon disappear into your bedroom to get changed back into the clothes they wore last night. You can hear them talking and laughing, and the sound makes you smile unconsciously. When they emerge, Sullyoon is back in her skirt and sweater, looking put-together despite the slightly mussed hair and the faint hickey you can see peeking out from her collar. Haewon is in her outfit from yesterday too, and she's walking a bit gingerly, still feeling the effects of last night's activities.
You walk them to the door, and there's this moment where none of you quite know what to say. This is new territory, uncharted waters, and the reality of what happens next is suddenly very present. "So," you start, leaning against the doorframe. "Tonight? Movie night? I was thinking we could order pizza, watch something terrible, just hang out."
"Are you asking us both on a date?" Sullyoon asks with a raised eyebrow.
"I guess I am," you confirm. "Our first official date as... whatever we are."
"A throuple," Haewon supplies helpfully.
"Right. Our first official throuple date," you say, testing out the word. "So, are you both in?"
"Yes," Haewon says immediately, bouncing slightly on her toes before wincing and remembering her sore ass. "Definitely yes. I want to come over tonight."
"I'll be here too," Sullyoon agrees, and then her expression turns more serious. She steps closer to you. "I'm happy we decided to give this a try. With you. Both of us. I know it's unconventional and probably insane, but I think it could be good. We could be good."
"We will be good," you promise, reaching out to cup her face. "I know I fucked up by not being honest from the start, but I swear I'm going to make this work. I'm going to be the boyfriend you both deserve."
"Just don't make me regret this," Sullyoon warns you. It's not really a threat, just vulnerability, this fear that you'll hurt her again. "Please. I'm trusting you with a lot here. We both are."
"I know," you say seriously. "And I won't let you down. I promise."
Haewon moves to stand beside Sullyoon, and she takes your other hand, squeezing it gently. "I believe in you," she says with that sweet optimism that's so characteristically her. "I think you're going to do great. We all are."
Sullyoon reaches down and takes your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. Haewon does the same with your other hand, and the three of you stand there connected, forming this little triangle of intertwined hands. "Two girlfriends," Sullyoon muses. "I still can't quite believe this is happening. I don't know if you're incredibly lucky or completely insane."
"Little bit of both," you admit. "Mostly lucky though."
"Very lucky," Haewon agrees, and then she and Sullyoon both lean in at the same time, sandwiching you between them for a kiss. It's sweet and chaste, nothing like the desperate kisses from last night, but it feels significant somehow.
When they pull back, you're smiling so wide your face hurts. "You know," Sullyoon says thoughtfully, "if you keep using that silver tongue of yours to talk your way out of situations, you really will make a great lawyer one day."
"I already am a lawyer," you argue immediately.
"You're a law student," Sullyoon corrects. "There's a difference."
"A law student is basically a lawyer," you insist. "I have all the knowledge, I just need the piece of paper."
"The piece of paper is the important part," Sullyoon shoots back. "That's literally what makes you a lawyer. The bar exam, the certification—"
"The knowledge is what matters," you argue. "Everything else is just bureaucracy."
"Oh my god, you two," Haewon interrupts with a laugh. "Does it really matter? The point is his tongue is already very good at a lot of things." There's a beat of silence as both you and Sullyoon process what she just said. Then Sullyoon is laughing, this genuine surprised laugh that makes her whole face light up, and you're joining in because leave it to Haewon to cut through your bickering with a perfectly timed dirty joke.
"What?" Haewon says innocently, but she's grinning. "I'm just saying. His tongue is talented. Very talented."
"You're not wrong," Sullyoon agrees, still laughing. "God, I can't believe you just said that."
"Someone had to," Haewon says with a shrug. "You two could argue about the lawyer thing for hours."
"Fair point," you concede, pulling both of them in for one more quick kiss. "Alright, you two should probably go before you're even later getting home. But I'll see you tonight?"
"Tonight," they both confirm.
You open the door for them, and they step out into the hallway. Haewon blows you a kiss, and Sullyoon just shakes her head with a fond smile. As they start walking toward the elevator, you can hear their voices continuing the conversation.
"So about the whole 'mommy' thing," Sullyoon is saying. "We need to establish some ground rules."
"Like what?" Haewon asks.
"Like you can only call me that when we're in bed," Sullyoon says firmly. "Not in public, not around other people. Only in private."
"But I like calling you mommy," Haewon protests. "It's cute."
"It's weird if you do it in front of other people," Sullyoon argues. "Especially since you're technically older than me."
"Only by a few months," Haewon says. "That barely counts."
"It counts," Sullyoon insists. "And I mean it, Haewon. You cannot call me mommy in front of our other friends. They'll never let me live it down."
"Fine, fine," Haewon agrees. "Only in private. Got it."
Their voices fade as they turn the corner toward the elevator, still bickering good-naturedly, and you stand there in your doorway with this stupid grin on your face. You did it. You actually fucking did it. Made your case, presented your evidence, cross-examined every doubt. Against all odds and conventional wisdom, through silver-tongued persuasion, audacity (and probably more luck than you deserve), you convinced the jury of two to acquit. Not just to forgive the crime, but to rewrite the law entirely. To say that loving them both wasn't wrong - it was just ahead of its time.
The verdict is in. Guilty of deception, yes. But worthy of something better than punishment.
That's the first thought that comes into your head as you step into the auditorium, shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of strangers, all pretending they aren't just as lost as you are.
There's music being blasted from cheap speakers and the occasional whistle of a mic being tested by an emcee trying too hard to impress. The chatters of hundreds of people reverberate and ring throughout the auditorium like a rising tide, layered over the sound of shuffling feet and plastic chairs scraping against the floor.
Someone beside you is already scribbling notes in a welcome booklet like it's a test paper. You step sideways, trying not to elbow anyone, scanning rows of identical tote bags and unfamiliar heads.
In a sea of faces, you're finding it hard to spot her. She said she'd meet you here. "Auditorium B," she had texted casually, like it isn’t your first day on a campus you don’t recognise, surrounded by people two years younger but somehow already ahead.
Your phone buzzes again.
jiwoo:
i lied. i’m late. again.
u love me anyway
also they gave us these ugly tote bags lol
you:
😐
You roll your eyes. She hadn't changed in the 18 months you were gone. Still the same old chronic texter, serial latecomer, and one of the only people who actually kept in touch while you were halfway across the country doing push-ups at the crack of dawn.
Unlike every other guy your age, you decided to enlist right after graduating high school in hopes that you would be able to complete uni life without any military service disruptions.
You ended up with exactly that — 18 months of routine, of shaved heads and strict orders, of standing at attention while your friends posted party photos from their freshman dorms.
You sigh, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The AC's doing nothing against the mix of perfumes and colognes, sweat, and nerves lingering in the auditorium. You loosen the strap of your sling bag and take another quick glance around, still no sign of her.
You're debating whether to leave and pretend you never came when a familiar voice calls out.
"God, you're tall. Why'd I forget that?"
You turn just in time to catch Jiwoo elbowing through a pair of freshmen with a grin that says she's not even sorry, tote bag already crumpled like she wrestled it. Her hair's lighter compared to the last time you saw her, dyed in a way that catches the fluorescent lights.
She looks every inch the experienced university sophomore she is — smug, seasoned, and thirty minutes late. You stand almost a whole foot taller than her, albeit not a difficult feat with her petite stature. It's good to see her after only looking at unfamiliar faces all morning, and after seeing none that felt like home.
Jiwoo looks up at you, squinting like she's doing mental math. "Wait," she says, deadpan." You didn't grow again, right? Please tell me the military didn't feed you Miracle-Gro."
You let out a hearty chuckle, the kind that hadn't escaped your throat in a long time. The thing with Jiwoo is that she always knew how to make you laugh. "Nah, just protein shakes and existential dread."
She grins, walking the last few steps and throwing an arm casually around your waist (she's not tall enough for your shoulders). "Welcome to hell, by the way. Civilian edition. I expect full obedience, hoobae."
You groan as you fall into step beside her. "I'm still older than you, y'know."
"I'm a sophomore and you're a freshman. In my books, that makes me the senior here," she shoots back, sticking her tongue out. "And you're gonna be lost for at least a week, so you'd better follow my lead."
Her relentless teasing comes pouring down, just like it did back in high school. It's like she was never gone, and for a second, it almost feels like time never moved at all since graduation.
You both fall into an easy rhythm, dodging slow-walking freshmen and the occasional overenthusiastic orientation group trying to start a cheer. Jiwoo gives half-hearted finger guns at some juniors who clearly recognise her, and you can already tell she's one of those campus names — not quite all-campus famous, but definitely not quite forgettable either.
"You nervous?" she asks after a beat.
You shrug. "Not really. Kind of surreal, though. Like I blinked and skipped a year of life."
"You did," she says. "You skipped the awkward hookups, all-nighters, bad haircuts, and falling asleep in lectures." She stops and ponders for a second, "Actually, in all honesty, you basically missed nothing."
"Except," you say, "you got to be my senior."
Her eyes twinkle mischievously. "And I've been waiting for this payback for a long time. Me, the junior, once bullied by you, now equipped with the same power."
"Bullied? I never bullied you."
"You always took the last banana milk at the convenience store and walked away without looking back."
"That's called being efficient."
"You're evil."
Before you can respond, Jiwoo's gaze catches someone near the auditorium doors.
"Oh! Yoon-Ah!"
You follow her gaze and see a girl leaning lightly against the wall next to the doors, scrolling through her phone. She looks up and waves back when Jiwoo calls, and your breath stutters for half a second.
She's beautiful. Ethereal, even, in the kind of quiet way that makes you stare without meaning to. Clean lines, soft features that remind you of a deer, and an air of calm that contrasts so sharply with the noise of the auditorium. Her eyes land on you with gentle curiosity, and suddenly, you're very aware of how wrinkled your shirt is.
"She's my roommate," Jiwoo says as the girl approaches. "Be nice or I'll tell her all your high school secrets."
You nod, straightening instinctively before frowning at her words. "I was always nice."
"Hi," the girl says with a smile that's both polite and a little amused. "I'm Sullyoon."
You nod again, maybe too quickly. "Hey. I'm—uh. Jiwoo's friend."
Jiwoo snorts. "He's fresh out of the army, awkward as hell, and apparently he forgot how to talk to pretty girls."
Sullyoon blinks, then covers her mouth as she chuckles. It’s an angelical, infectious laugh where her shoulders shake at the same time, and it’s the kind of sound that makes you want to hear it again.
"Welcome to campus," she says. "Don't worry. We're not all clumsy freshmen."
"She's your sunbae now, too," Jiwoo says with a wide grin.
You sigh. "Great. Two of you."
Sullyoon glances at Jiwoo, amused. "He's fun."
"Oh," Jiwoo says, as her trademark mischievous grin spreads across her face. "You have no idea."
And just like that, you're being ushered to sit with them, Sullyoon sliding in beside you, Jiwoo plopping her bag down like it’s her house, and the emcee finally getting the mic to stop screeching.
Voices drone on in the background, but your attention has shifted. You're entranced by the presence of the girl sitting beside you; you'd only just met her, and yet it feels calm and grounding, like a quiet island amid the chaotic sea of orientation noise.
Jiwoo's still rattling off stories about campus life, but you catch Sullyoon's eyes flickering toward you now and then — curious, amused, maybe even a little intrigued.
After a while, Jiwoo nudges you both. "Lunch? My treat. By that I mean I'm starving and have zero self-control around campus food courts and I need my friends to accompany me so I'm bribing you with money."
You glance at Sullyoon, who shrugs with a smile. "I'm in. I need fuel to survive Jiwoo's terrible jokes."
You grin. “That makes two of us.”
Jiwoo gasps dramatically, as if she genuinely offended. "Terrible? I'll have you know people pay good money for this level of comedy."
"Who?" you deadpan.
"Me," she says proudly. "I pay myself in serotonin."
The three of you exit the auditorium, stepping into the bright afternoon sun. Jiwoo leads the way, weaving through clusters of freshmen. You walk beside Sullyoon, the noise fading a little as the two of you fall into an easy rhythm.
"So," she begins, glancing sideways at you, "freshman year, huh? Must be weird starting uni after the army."
You chuckle. "Weird is an understatement. It's like everyone else hit pause on life while I was stuck in fast-forward."
She nods. "I get that. I took a gap year before starting uni. Everyone felt so far ahead. That and, well… almost everyone in my cohort's a year younger, so I always feel slightly off-sync."
You laugh heartily, only the second one today, and the first not caused by Jiwoo. "Mine’s two years younger. So there’s that."
She smiles, eyes crinkling just a bit. "Guess you're not alone, then."
There's a pause, and for a moment, it feels like the world around you has dimmed to just the two of you.
Then Jiwoo's voice breaks in, loud and obnoxious as ever. "Welcome to my favourite bubble tea chain! I need a sip of this every day. Also, I’m really craving fried chicken right now."
You muse at Jiwoo's ability to spoil the moment, comparable to a human sledgehammer. But somehow, the warmth lingers, even after the spell is gone. You glance at Sullyoon next to you, her face equally as amused, and you can’t help but think that things can only go up from here.
The first few weeks feel like a breeze, even as the campus hums with the nervous energy of new beginnings and deadlines. Classes roll by in a whirlwind of lectures, discussions, and late-night readings, but somehow, the chaos feels less overwhelming with familiar presences next to you.
Late nights over at Jiwoo's and Sullyoon's dorm become the norm; more often than not, they end with bottles of soju scattered all over the floor, sometimes even shards of broken glass. With Jiwoo's lightweight nature, there are countless times you find yourself carrying her to bed while Sullyoon quietly cleans up the mess.
Sullyoon rarely joins in the drinking, with her being a lightweight herself, so most of the chaos is courtesy of you doing the heavy lifting.
"Thanks for cleaning up again," you say, slumping onto the couch and rubbing your temples. "I may have gone a little overboard with the drinking this time."
She glances over with a small smile, handing you a glass of water. "You say that every time. Maybe next time, try pacing yourself?"
You grin sheepishly. "Where’s the fun in that?"
Her eyes sparkle with amusement, and the easy silence between you feels warmer than the soju ever could. A warmth you feel unfamiliar with, as if she's unlocking some part of you you didn’t even know was sealed shut — something softer, quieter, untouched by the noise of routine and the years that blurred past you.
You steal a glance at her, watching as she methodically wipes the coffee table clean, hair falling slightly over her face. The lamp in the back illuminates her in a soft halo, highlighting and casting a golden hue across her cheekbones.
Her soft hair drops down in a way that brushes gently against her cheek, framing her features with an effortless elegance, the kind she never seems aware of. She tucks a strand behind her ear absentmindedly, focused on the task at hand, but your eyes linger a little longer than they should.
"You always take care of everything," you murmur.
She pauses, not looking up. "Someone has to. You and Jiwoo are hopeless."
You chuckle, leaning back. "I think I’m starting to depend on you too much."
This time, she looks at you. Not with a smirk or a tease, but something gentler, deeper. "Then I guess it’s a good thing I don't mind."
The silence returns, but something's changed. It feels different now. And you wonder if she feels it too.
Midterms roll around faster than expected as April arrives. The campus library becomes your second home. The hushed whispers and scratches people make on paper add to the ambience that helps you with your concentration on your project. A creative writing project, part of a minor you picked up more out of impulse than foresight.
But the further you go, the more you realise you needed it — the writing, the space to untangle your own thoughts, to turn emotions into something readable.
Yoon-Ah, as you've grown to call her, becomes a constant in your life. Late-night ramyeon cooking and spontaneous movie breaks between study sessions become routine. They're not planned, not discussed, just understood.
general seol:
i’m hungry :(
buldak or neoguri
you:
why even ask if you always just choose buldak
general seol:
you never know when I feel like having something more soupy
you:
and if on that same day, jiwoo miraculously stops cracking puns, then I’ll know for sure the world is ending
general seol:
whatever
we’re rewatching zootopia this time, you don’t get to choose
It surprises you how easy it is — how seamless her presence fits into your days. There's a rhythm now, a shared playlist of habits and glances. She becomes visibly more comfortable, no longer bothered by unintentional touches and knees bumping on the couch during movie time, or shoulders touching on the way back to the dorm from grocery runs.
Late-night calls become more frequent, almost a necessity before ending the day, sometimes going way deep into the night. There are even a couple of times you fall asleep to each other's breathing and wake up the next day with your phone still warm in your hand.
You start to know more about each other, how she has two younger siblings, how she took Spanish classes in high school and travelled to Madrid during her gap year, and the small things, like how she only wore crop tops in her dorm, how she had a playful side to her usually prim and proper self.
And before you know it, she starts joining you during your library time.
"You always look like you’re about to monologue when you're stuck," she teases one afternoon. She's resting her head on the desk with her hair sprawled out across the wooden table, staring up at you as you focus on your typing.
"That's because I am," you reply, deadpan. "I'm a tortured artist, Yoon-Ah. Respect the process."
She snorts, tossing an eraser at you. "You’re just stalling."
But then she sits up, crosses her legs, and says, "Okay. Tell me what your character wants. Start there."
And just like that, without even realising it, she’s helping you write as well.
One weekend in late May, Jiwoo heads home for a family gathering, suitcase in hand, leaving the two of you alone in the dorm. It's raining, and you end up watching another movie together after a grocery run. Halfway through, you realise you've stopped paying attention.
Yoon-Ah is curled into the corner of the couch, blanket up to her chin, hair slightly damp from the walk back from the supermarket, clinging softly to the sides of her face. The faint scent of rain clings to her, mixed with that subtle floral aroma that’s become oddly comforting to you, like an anchor in the middle of the storm.
The dim light casts gentle shadows across her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her jaw and the smooth arch of her eyebrows. Her doe-like eyes, usually filled with mirth and amusement, are half-closed now, heavy with tiredness but still holding that quiet spark that always draws you in.
She yawns and turns to you, whispering something about the cinematography, but you don’t really catch it. You just nod.
Your shoulders are touching, and you hesitate to inch your hands closer to hers.
By the time the credits are about to roll, the blanket falls to the ground as she falls asleep.
You can't help but notice her midriff, exposed to the cold breeze of the AC. Toned and smooth, her fair skin taut over gentle curves. A faint line of delicate muscle traces down toward her waist, hinting at quiet strength beneath the softness.
Your eyes move up to her chest, rising up and down, her cleavage visible as her top was slightly pulled down lower than usual.
You swallow, your heart beating a little faster in the dim light. You look away out of restraint, afraid of what thoughts your brain might conjure up.
Just thinking about her in that way intoxicates you more than any other alcohol. 18 months in the military straight out of high school left you in solitary. Apart from a couple of casual hookups with Jiwoo on certain leave days, you were almost new to and deprived of sex.
And with the fast-paced routine of everyone in university life, it's hard to catch anyone's eye. That, and the fact that everyone in your cohort is 2 years younger, which, to you, is a no-go. You draw the line at 1.
Anyway, you spent all your free time with Jiwoo and Yoon-Ah, so it’s not like you're out there looking for someone. Besides, you had more important studies to focus on.
She suddenly mutters something in her sleep, probably just a sound caught between dreams. You pause, then gently pick the blanket up from the floor, draping it over her again. To keep her warm, yes, but that's not the only reason why — though that's what you try to tell yourself.
As you lean back and your eyes drift to the rain streaking across the windows, you're suddenly pulled back to a night about a month ago.
Jiwoo's birthday. It was right before midterms, a spur-of-the-moment party for her that had an underlying, "we're kinda only throwing this party to relax two days before exams" reason behind it, but Jiwoo didn't seem to mind.
It was originally supposed to be a quiet one, just the three of you, and it was meant to be a surprise, but with Jiwoo's quick wits and her sharp eyes, she pretty much caught on immediately.
Much to both your and Yoon-Ah's dismay, she ended up taking over the planning process and invited everyone she knew. The initially planned small celebration in the dorm (which you now considered to be your main place of stay; most nights you just crash on the couch) became a gigantic roof-top party, with only a handful of people you recognised that you could count on one hand.
Yoon-Ah seemed to be on the same boat as you, looking like a damsel in distress, particularly highlighted by her doe-like features.
"Jiwoo sure is famous on campus, huh." You walked over to her, offering her a drink you filled up from the dispenser with a party cup. Her fingers brushed against yours as she took it, soft and lingering, just a split second too long to be accidental.
She glanced up at you with that same faint smile she always wore when Jiwoo was being Jiwoo — fond, exasperated, and just a little bit tired. Her eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, a quiet laugh slipping past her lips. "You're telling me. I thought we agreed on a quiet surprise, not a K-pop fan meet."
You chuckled, shifting your weight beside her against the railing. From here, you could see most of the rooftop crowd. Jiwoo was laughing with someone across the way, lights stringing overhead, music pulsing low and steady in the background.
But somehow, in that moment, the crowd blurred. Your awareness narrowed until it was just you and Yoon-Ah, side by side beneath the soft glow of the fairy lights. She smelled faintly of rose and something warmer, like vanilla, subtle and familiar, the kind of scent that clung to your hoodie after long nights together and lingered longer than you'd ever admit.
It took a couple more cups before you realised the drinks had alcohol in them, the clear indication being Yoon-Ah's flushed face and slurred words.
A clearer indication would be when she started to inch closer to you ever so slightly, before she fully leaned into your shoulder with a soft sigh, and you could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of your shirt.
"You're warm," she mumbled, barely audible over the music, her fingers curling loosely around your wrist.
You laughed in response. Partly out of reflex, partly as a defence mechanism. You were entering uncharted physical touch territory, and your body didn't quite know what to do with itself. “You’re drunk.”
She blinked up at you, slow and lazy, her lashes heavy, lips parted in that loose, unguarded way intoxication sometimes brings. "Nooo, I’m — okay, maybe a little," she drawled, letting the words hang in the air like fog.
Then, without moving her head from your shoulder, she tilted it slightly toward you, her breath warm against your neck. "You’ve got that army energy, you know…"
You turned your head just enough to look at her. "What does that even mean?"
Her smile turned playful — slow, slightly crooked, like the alcohol had softened the lines of her usual expressions. "Like… you'd be really good at… building tents. Giving orders. Kinda in a hot way but... emotionally constipated."
You snorted. "Wow. Thanks?"
"I'm just saying," she murmured, almost sing-song now, like every word required a bit more effort than she meant it to. Her fingers, still wrapped around your wrist, moved slightly — a light, dragging touch that lingered too long to be accidental.
There was a pause. Not long enough to be awkward, but long enough for the air to shift. For her to lean in a little closer, enough for her voice to fall into a murmur only you could hear.
"I bet you lost your virginity before enlistment, huh."
Another thing you learned about her: with her inhibitions lowered from alcohol, she really had no filter with her boldness. It was like a complete 180 from her usual self.
You turned, startled, caught between disbelief and secondhand embarrassment. She was watching you through half-lidded eyes, a mischievous flicker in them despite her intoxicated haze.
"…Seriously?"
She gave a one-shouldered shrug, loose and unbothered. "So? Am I wrong?"
You thought for a bit, wondering whether you should answer her, before finally giving in, "You are, actually." You pondered on whether you should reveal the next part to her.
Yoon-Ah caught on to your hesitation immediately, her eyes narrowing — or at least trying to, given how slowly her facial muscles seemed to be cooperating. Her curiosity was piqued now, stirred awake by the alcohol and her usual inability to let things go once she caught a thread of intrigue.
"What aren't you saying?" she prodded, voice slurred but sharp enough to cut. "Come on. Spill."
You hesitated, rubbing the back of your neck. Then, with a resigned sigh, you caved.
"I hooked up with Jiwoo when I was on leave," you admitted, your voice low. "Just last year. She was… the first."
You braced yourself, unsure what reaction you were expecting — discomfort, judgment, maybe even jealousy — but definitely not what came next.
A soft giggle escaped her lips, quickly bubbling into a full-bodied laugh. It was loud and unrestrained, the loudest you had heard from her in the almost two months of knowing each other, her head tilting back as she clutched at her sides.
It was the most uninhibited sound you'd ever heard from her.
"That makes two of us then," she managed between breaths, then grinning at the look on your face.
You stared at her, blinking once. Then twice.
"…You’re kidding."
She wiped at the corner of her eye, still laughing a little as the remnants of amusement softened into something gentler, more reflective. "Nope."
You tried to wrap your head around it. Not just the confession, but how casually she said it, like it wasn't a bombshell. Like she hadn't just completely rearranged your understanding of the two most constant people in your life.
You tilted your head. "When?"
She shrugged, leaning her weight back against the wall as her body swayed slightly, her arm brushing yours again — whether by accident or intention, you couldn't tell. "Sometime during freshman year. It was… kinda messy. But not dramatic. We were both drunk, bored, and frankly a little lonely." She paused, gaze drifting past your shoulder, out into the haze of rooftop lights. "She kissed me first, if you're wondering."
You weren't sure how to respond, as something shifted somewhere in your chest. You weren't sure whether it was feelings of relief or jealousy, or something in between. But instead of overthinking it, you just went with it.
"Makes sense," you said, lips quirking up. "She is a pretty good kisser. I’ll give her that."
She turned to look at you, blinking slowly — then burst into laughter again, though this time it was quieter, more breath than sound. Her hand found your arm, fingers curling loosely around your wrist as if to steady herself.
"You're the worst," she said, but there was no bite to it. Her thumb brushed against your skin, absentminded, like she didn’t even realise she was doing it. And you didn’t move away.
"I mean," she went on, head tilting slightly, her words still a little slurred but more deliberate now, "I always figured there was something between you two. The way you looked at her. The way she teased you." She squinted at you, expression amused. "But I don't swing that way, if you're wondering. It was just for fun." She looked at you, as if hoping for some sort of reaction.
You smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Just for fun, huh? You and Jiwoo have pretty interesting definitions of boredom, then."
She scoffs, nudging your arm with hers. "You're one to talk, Mr 'She was my first.' What, no heartfelt confessions? Candlelight?"
"Please, I don't see her that way, and we both know that. I just needed some stress relief from the army, and Jiwoo needed it too."
It was her turn to look at you with her eyebrow raised, so you indulged further.
"Plus, it was in her car. After bibimbap. Romantic as hell."
That earns another laugh — her hand flying to her mouth too late to stifle it. "God, that's awful."
"It was foggy," you say, mock solemn. "We couldn't see out of the windows, Titanic style."
"You did not just compare Jiwoo's Kia to the Titanic."
You shrug. "It makes sense. I was Jack, she was Rose. The dashboard was the iceberg, how it killed the sex."
She groans, collapsing sideways and almost falling over the railing. "You're the worst person I know." You couldn't help but grin.
For a moment, the two of you just sat there in that shared understanding, the hum of the city below, wrapping around the rooftop like a warm current. Then Yoon-Ah's fingers gave a slight squeeze around your wrist, grounding.
You turned to look at her. The rooftop light hit the edge of her cheekbone, casting soft shadows across her face. You suddenly became aware of how close she was, how her knees were angled just barely toward yours, how her lips were parted like she still had more to say but hadn’t quite figured out the words.
"…Are you drunk-drunk?" you asked, only half-joking.
She smiled — slow, sly, knowing. "Maybe."
Then, after a beat: "But not too drunk to know that I’m glad I stayed behind tonight."
Something in the way she said it made your pulse stutter.
You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol talking, or if it was just her being unfiltered, unafraid. But for the first time, you let yourself lean into it.
"Me too."
Suddenly, a flash of light interrupts your memory, then a low, rolling crack of thunder tears through the room.
You blink, disoriented for a moment, as the rooftop, the party, and the warmth of Yoon-Ah's laugh dissolve into the here and now.
The thunder jolts you back to the dorm couch. The screen is dark, the movie long finished. The rain has thickened into a steady downpour against the windows, and the occasional rumble of thunder rolls through the air like distant cannon fire.
Yoon-Ah stirs from beside you, her body tensing briefly before relaxing again, blinking up at the ceiling with bleary confusion.
"...What time is it?" she mumbles, voice raspy with sleep. Her hair is slightly messy now, sticking to her cheek, and the blanket you'd pulled over her is twisted around her legs. She shifts, then winces. "Ugh, my neck."
You glance at the clock on Jiwoo's desk. "Almost eleven."
She sits up slowly, groaning, rubbing her eyes. "I didn't mean to knock out. What even happened in the movie?"
You shrug. "No idea. I stopped watching after the opening credits."
She lets out a breathy laugh and turns to face you, knees drawn up to her chest under the blanket. "Nice. So neither of us knows how it ends."
"It's fine, it was probably a pretty shit movie anyway." You glance over at her, bundled up in the blanket and her posture curled into a ball on the couch, hair a mess, sleep still lingering in her eyes, giving off the vibe of a domestic girlfriend.
After a moment of comfortable silence, she suggests, "We should probably get back to work, shouldn't we? Don't you still have that one creative writing assignment?"
You groan at the reminder. It's the same one you'd been putting off for weeks, stuck at the same line, the same blank page that somehow felt more personal than it had any right to be. Your task required you to add a mature spin on your piece, and you were struggling with the details.
"I hate that you remember things like this," you mutter, dragging a hand down your face.
She grins, stretching her arms above her head before flopping back against the couch cushions. "Someone has to hold you accountable."
You sigh, already dragging your laptop over from the coffee table and flipping it open with all the enthusiasm of a funeral march. She does the same with her iPad, propping it up on her knees and opening her notes app.
For a while, the only sound you hear is the low hum of rain with the occasional thunder, and the soft tapping of keys and stylus against glass. It's oddly peaceful and domestic, in a way that makes your chest ache with something you don't want to name.
Ten, maybe fifteen minutes pass. Then, out of nowhere:
"Hey."
You glance up. She isn't looking at you, still staring at her screen, light reflecting off the frame of her reading glasses, but there's a slight furrow in her brow now. Like she's hesitating.
"Just now, when I was sleeping, I dreamt of something."
Your interest is piqued as you shift closer to her every so slightly.
"That night on the rooftop," she says slowly, "Jiwoo's party... did I ever say anything weird to you?"
You freeze, fingers hovering over your keyboard, mid-sentence.
"...Define weird?"
She finally meets your eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I dunno. I just... I remember laughing a lot. You said something about Jiwoo being a good kisser, and I remember thinking, 'God, I should kiss him just to wipe that smug off his face.'"
You blink, startled, a flush crawling up your neck as you wonder if the alcohol from that day carried over in her system. "You—what?"
"I didn't, obviously." She's still smiling, but her voice has dipped lower, softer. "But I thought about it. That's what I remember."
You sit back slowly, marvelling at the coincidence that just about 20 minutes ago you were thinking about the exact same thing.
"Yeah," you murmur, just loud enough for her to hear. "I remember that too."
Another rumble of thunder rolls outside, low and distant this time.
The silence is different now; it's charged, like a pulled string waiting to snap. She doesn't look away, and neither do you.
Her hair's still tousled from sleep, a few strands falling into her eyes. Her cheeks are faintly flushed, maybe from the warmth of the blanket, maybe from something else. And the curve of her mouth is soft and uncertain, almost as if she's holding something back, like she's waiting for you to break first.
You take her in like you're seeing her for the first time — really seeing her. The delicate slope of her shoulders exposed from the crop top, her toned body that elicited such wild thoughts in your head, and the way she absently rubs a thumb against the blanket's edge.
Her bare legs are folded up beneath her, one foot peeking out from under the fabric, toes curling slightly against the cushion. There's something unguarded about her, her usual sharp wit and lazy confidence replaced with a quiet vulnerability.
She looks at you the way someone might study a half-finished painting, unsure if it's worth finishing, but unable to stop staring.
Your heart starts to beat louder than the rain as you swallow.
"Yoon-Ah..."
Your voice is barely above a whisper.
She doesn't respond right away — just watches you, eyes searching yours. Then her gaze flicks down, just briefly, to your lips.
And that's all it takes.
You lean in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away, but she doesn't. Her eyes flutter shut just before your lips meet, unsure at first, like she was still starting to test the reality of it. It's hesitant and exploratory, but because she was her, it felt more warm and real.
Her hand finds your sleeve, fingers lightly curling there, grounding herself. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss just slightly, careful, reverent, like either of you might vanish if you move too fast.
When she pulls back, it's only by an inch. Her breath is warm against your cheek, unsteady, and you can feel the flutter of her lashes as her eyes open.
And in the quiet, with only the rain bearing witness, she whispers, "Just so we're clear," her voice husky, "there's no alcohol talking this time.
You smile, heart still hammering. "Good. I was hoping you'd say that."
You lean back in for another kiss, a deeper one this time. She meets you halfway, more determined now.
Her hand rises to your jaw, thumb brushing the edge of your cheekbone. And when your tongue brushes lightly against her bottom lip, asking permission more than anything else, she grants it, parting her lips just enough.
Just when you think you're in control, she overwhelms you. She pulls away from your lips as her hand moves down from your jaw to your chest, pushing you back so that your back is lying on the armrest.
She climbs onto you, straddling your lap as her arms wrap around your neck.
Then, the most unexpected thing comes from her. "You still need help with that assignment, don’t you?"
Not exactly a mood spoiler, but it definitely confused you. "What?"
She grins, tired droopy eyelids gone as her energy seems to have returned, that mischievous glint returning to her eyes. It’s the same one you’d seen so many times during her teasing sessions in the library while you were trying to concentrate. Except this time, she’s seated on your lap, your hands still on her waist and hers around your neck, her breath ghosting across your lips.
"You heard me. Didn’t you say you had trouble continuing that part?" She smirks, her voice back to that low and playful tone.
You'd told her about the requirements of your project, how you were supposed to write something with a heavier, mature tone, and how you were stuck at the steamy scene. "Right, but… why are you talking about it now?"
Her grin spreads wider than ever, her eyes sparkling with a mix of confidence and… seduction?
She leans in next to your ear, breath heavy, and drops an absolute bombshell on you. "Well, you write better when you improvise, don’t you? I can help with that."
You look back up at her, your eyes blown wide open.
Before you’re able to respond, she pulls you back in with her arms and kisses you again. This time, it’s bolder, hungrier, as if she found her confidence and was now projecting it onto you. You have no choice but to respond with equal passion, your tongues meeting in a slow, steady rhythm. Her hands travel all over your hair, pulling you in closer in bunches, making it hurt in a good way.
Your hands travel down from her waist, slipping below the waistband of her sweatpants. She doesn’t object, so you grab a handful of her ass and give it a light squeeze, eliciting a muffled moan, an exhale that just feels so damn good with her lips against yours.
It’s heated, it's passionate, and it’s going way too fast, probably a release of the months of tension since meeting each other.
Her hands leave the mess that your hair is, a mess that she created, and they move down and slip under your shirt. She starts caressing your abs, her touch sending jolts throughout your entire body that even the thunderstorm couldn’t bring out of you.
You decide to just slip out of your shirt completely, and Yoon-Ah follows suit, taking off her crop top, and her perky breasts drop with a bounce. They're small, but to you they're perfect. You take her left nipple into your mouth and she yelps in response, throwing her head back. It only fuels you more, her reaction. You slide her sweatpants off, leaving her clad in her panties.
Regretfully, your mouth leaves her breasts as you take her by the waist, carrying her off your lap, and you lay her down on the couch. You start worshipping every inch of her body, her toned yet soft midriff, her breathy moans and sighs growing in frequency as her body trembled beneath you at your every touch.
Seeing her in this state, your member hardens even further, as you now contemplate moving down further. You leave a trail of kisses down to the elastic waistband of her panties, before looking up at her, more for permission than anything.
"P-please… don’t stop.."
That’s all the confirmation you need. You slip her panties down, revealing her slick opening, wet from all the teasing.
"God, you’re dripping for me already." You slip a finger in her slick folds, more to tease than anything. She shudders, moans getting higher pitched. "Oh, fuck…"
You try putting another finger in, this time with greater difficulty. "Holy shit, how are you this tight?" You marvel at it as your fingers circle her clit with purpose.
"I—oh god—it’s my first time." She tries to bring her knees up, as if overwhelmed by the stimulation.
"I recall someone saying they 'had fun' with Jiwoo before," you say in a playful tone, before focusing on thrusting in and out of her warm folds as your fingers become coated with her juices.
"My first time with a guy, asshole… oh shit, don’t stop, please…" She grabs the cushion, tight, her eyes shut, focusing purely on the pleasure.
"I wasn't planning to," you smirk, fingers thrusting harder. She seems to enjoy the added intensity as she starts to grind her hips against your hand, trying to stimulate it further for her. She’s sweating somehow, even with the AC blasting cold air.
"Wait-please…I need… more," she begs, her hips moving harder. It's the ultimate ego boost for you as you take your fingers out.
She whimpers, actually whimpers, and moves her hands down to pleasure herself with the absence of yours. You move your lips to kiss the inside of her thighs, just beside her dripping opening, drawing a long, breathy moan from her.
You kiss the other side, before finally settling in on her pink folds, watching how her body is writhing with pleasure. Her hands rub harder, just above her clitoral hood, and you watch how her pussy glistens in the light of the dorm.
"Spread further for me, Yoon-Ah," you say as you move in closer to her core. She obeys with little hesitation, mind too preoccupied by the want — no, the need to feel good. Her legs part slowly, exposing even more of herself to you, and you nearly break right then and there.
You decide to reward her, pressing a soft kiss against her pussy, the musky, honey-like scent almost overrides your brain. She breathes heavily, tilting her head back further as she pulls her hand away. Your hand moves to grab the back of her thighs, allowing you to pull your tongue even deeper into her slit as you take a longer lick, tasting the sweetness directly from the source.
"Oh, fuck. Don't stop, please, don’t you ever stop," her voice shakes, trembling with pleasure.
Hearing her in this state only spurs you on even further. You focus on her clit as you mix kisses in with darts of your tongue, circling it with dedication.
You take in the whispers and moans, the ohmygods.They fuel your desire to continue, to make her feel even better, to make her come.
Your tongue flicks across her clit, and you involve your hand in, rubbing the nub just above where your tongue was working. It seems to work wonders as she starts gushing, her slick juices coating your mouth and chin.
"Don't stop, please, god… I’m so close…" she sighs, as if her brain had completely given up on trying to overcome the pleasure. Her body jerks every time your tongue tastes her clit, her body quivers with every rub of your fingers.
"That's it, Yoon-Ah. Just come for me," you murmur against her pussy. She tries to use her hands to bring herself closer to orgasm, the left one pulling you in closer by your hair, the right one rubbing her nipples, stimulating herself further.
With every lick across her folds, she grabs your hair tighter, pulling your head even closer. Her breathlessness and occasional low groan only make your cock throb in pain against your boxers even more.
"Wait… please, I'm almost there, fuck," she bites her lips, hard enough to draw blood, hands travelling all over your hair. You start rubbing the area just above her pussy harder, tasting her folds with renewed vigour, set on making her come.
"Oh, that’s it — oh fuck!" Her legs wrap around you, her thighs clamping around your head as she comes undone. She comes gushing like a waterfall as she tugs on your hair even harder, almost hard enough to pluck it out.
You taste her slick goodness, a mixture of sweet honey and tanginess. "Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to pull that hard," she says in between gasps, body still shuddering. "God, that was… Jiwoo definitely didn't make me cum like that."
You chuckle, "I'm not that experienced either, but I'm glad to be of service."
She lets out an airy laugh, still trying to catch her breath. "It's my turn now, right?"
You glance at her in careful anticipation, "You don't have to if you don’t feel like it."
She shakes her head with a grin on her face, "How could I not after you made me cum like that? We're not done with our improvisation yet, anyway."
You exhale audibly, your cock growing harder against the waistband of your boxers in excitement.
She notices the growing bulge in your pants before palming your member, her soft touch eliciting a low groan from you as your body shudders.
She pushes you back lightly, allowing you to rest your head on the couch, before pulling your shorts down and taking your cock out.
It throbs in reaction to hitting the cold air, before her warm, dainty fingers wrap around it. It jerks involuntarily against her hands, and she giggles.
"He's excited, isn’t he?" She teasingly rubs the tip, her fingers stroking the cock head, before pressing a kiss on it.
The irony of the complete 180 from before, when she was surrendered to your touch, isn't lost on you as she now completely took control over your pleasure.
You let out a low growl, "You fucking tease."
She smiles up at you, a sly look etched on her face, highlighted by the rectangular frames of her glasses. "Consider it payback for that Jiwoo comment just now."
Then, she takes you in her mouth, and it’s just pure heaven.
For someone's first time giving a blowjob, she almost seemed like an expert. Her cheeks hollow as she takes you deeper, almost reaching the base of your cock, occasionally taking you out of her mouth and pressing wet, sloppy kisses along the slide of your shaft.
It's too overwhelming, seeing her head bob up and down, working on your cock. You lie on the couch with one hand resting beneath your head, the other pushing her head further down your shaft.
"Fuck, you’re sure this is your first time?" Your voice drops low, almost like a growl, as you take in all the pleasure. She doesn’t respond; instead, she focuses solely on sucking your cock.
And whenever she pulls back up for air, a trail of spit follows her mouth. Then she licks your tip, tasting it like a lollipop, and when her eyes make contact with yours, that innocent, pouty look etched across her face, you almost come right there and then.
"Fuck, I’m so close, Yoon-Ah. Don’t stop, keep going for me, baby. You’re sucking my cock so good."
She seems to relish your praise as she starts to work the underside of your shaft with her tongue, whilst throating almost your entire length at the same time.
It doesn't take long before you feel like you’re about to burst, and you signal to Yoon-Ah, "Fucking hell, I’m gonna come..."
At that, she gets down from the couch, takes you out of her mouth and strokes you while on her knees. She slightly (adorably) tries to push up he breasts with her other arm.
It’s a sight to behold.
"Come all over me, I want it everywhere," she sticks her tongue out, eyes fluttering in anticipation.
Your cock twitches and jerks with her strokes, and that's when you know you’re about to burst.
"Ohh, fuck…"
Thick, heavy spurts shoot out from your cock, painting the frame of her glasses and her cheeks in white.
The next few spurts land on her breasts, coating her chest in thick globs. She spreads it all the way up to her collarbone and down to her stomach, her whole upper body now glistening in your sticky release, a sight that makes your cock twitch in her hands as she's still jerking you off.
The last few weak dribbles make their way down to her exposed mouth, and she tastes you with a few smacks of her lips.
You're left speechless at the sight of her, and she has the audacity to smile sheepishly back at you.
"Holy shit, that was —,"
The lock clicks.
You both freeze, unable to register what was going on. It’s not the soft kind of hesitation. It’s that primal, heart-stopping, full-body paralysis — the kind where your blood goes cold before your brain catches up.
Yoon-Ah comes to her senses first. "Fuck, is Jiwoo back early?"
You turn to look at her, genuinely horrified.
The door creaks open. A suitcase wheels across the threshold.
"...I'm back early!" Jiwoo calls cheerfully. "You guys will not believe what happened in Jeju—"
Her suitcase falls to the ground with a plop.
“Oh my god. Are you two—?”
END
Part 2 with Jiwoo
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Voting ended onAug 11, 2025
sorry for the wait, the smut part took a little longer than expected. i’m still trying to figure out my style of writing, so i decided to just test the waters with a pretty simple fic for now, but there's definitely more to come and hopefully, my writing will improve as i get more used to writing fics
also, i know there's an unsatisfying ending, but if you want a part 2 with Jiwoo, please vote above.
anyways, feel free to leave a comment and ask about anything, that'd be greatly appreciated :)
sex slave nmixx on a private island being used by their master? just not a gangbang please!
Request :
AZURE WHISPERS
NMIXX Sullyoon and Kyujin X Tribe
Warning : Non Con Smut (please don't read if you don't like it, thanks!)
"What the fuck is this place? Where are we?" Sullyoon groaned as she stumbled off the boat, her voice a mix of exhaustion and irritation. The salty sea air filled her nose and the rocky shore bit into her bare feet.
"I thought you liked adventure, Sully," Kyujin giggled, her youthful eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's like our own private island!"
Sullyoon rolled her eyes, her long black hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. "Adventure, yes. Being marooned on a shithole, no."
Their manager, a middle-aged man with a perpetual sheen of sweat, waved his hands dismissively. "Girls, please. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for rest and relaxation."
The two young women looked around skeptically at the dense jungle and the primitive huts that made up their "vacation resort." They were the newest members of K-Pop's hottest girl group, Nmixx, and this was supposed to be their chance to unwind after a grueling world tour. But so far, the only thing that was unwinding was Sullyoon's patience.
Their first night on the island, they were both woken by strange noises - the rustling of leaves and the faint echo of distant chanting. "It's just the wind," Kyujin had murmured, trying to comfort herself as much as Sullyoon. They clung to each other, whispering in the dark, until the sounds of the jungle finally lulled them back to sleep.
But when the sun rose the next day, their carefree vacation turned into a living nightmare. The tribe that called the island home had other plans for their celebrity guests. Bound and gagged, the girls were dragged through the underbrush, the thorns tearing at their clothes and skin. The air grew thick with the scent of fear and the acrid tang of sweat.
In the heart of the island, in a clearing surrounded by torches and leering faces, they were presented to the tribe's leader. He was a towering man, his body covered in intricate tattoos and adorned with bones and feathers. His eyes gleamed with a hunger that made Sullyoon's stomach drop.
"Welcome to our island," he growled in a language they didn't understand. "You will serve us well."
Sullyoon's heart hammered in her chest as she took in the scene before her. The tribe was a collection of fierce-looking men and women, their bodies painted and scarred, holding an assortment of crude weapons. The fear in Kyujin's eyes reflected her own, and she could feel the younger girl's trembling against her.
The leader barked out an order and the ropes binding their wrists were untied. The sudden relief was short-lived as their captors pushed them down onto the hard earth. Rough hands tore at their clothes, leaving them exposed and vulnerable in the dirt. The crowd jeered, reaching out to grope and poke at their bare skin.
Sullyoon's mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this nightmare. She'd heard of islands like this before, where modern civilization had never reached, and she knew the kind of fate that awaited them. But she wasn't about to go down without a fight.
Kyujin whimpered as a particularly brutish man approached, his intentions clear. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet, and she stumbled, trying to keep her balance. He tore her shirt away, revealing her small, perky breasts. The crowd roared in approval.
Sullyoon's eyes narrowed, and she balled her fists, ready to spring into action. But before she could do anything, she felt the sharp sting of a slap across her face, and another man pulled her to her feet.
The leader stepped forward, his gaze lingering on their trembling bodies. "You will learn to serve," he said in broken Korean, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "And if you are very good, you may even come to enjoy it."
The two Nmixx members were led to separate huts, the doors slammed shut behind them with a finality that sent a shiver down their spines. The sounds of the jungle grew distant, replaced by the muffled cries and grunts of the tribe's sick games.
Sullyoon felt the bonds around her ankles tighten, and the rough fabric of a sack was pulled over her head. She was hoisted onto a makeshift wooden frame, her limbs stretched wide. The air was hot and sticky, and she could feel the sweat pooling in the small of her back.
The sound of footsteps grew closer, and she braced herself for the horror she knew was coming. The sack was ripped away, and she was met with the leering faces of several of the tribe's men. One approached, his erection obvious through his loincloth, and she could smell the musk of his lust.
Her mind screamed for her to fight back, but her body was held firmly in place. The man leaned in, his breath hot and sour on her face, and whispered, "You will be ours now." With that, he claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her clenched teeth.
Kyujin, meanwhile, was on her knees, the leader's hand tangled in her hair as he forced her to perform an unspeakable act. Her eyes were wide with shock and pain, and she gagged around his thickness.
The days turned into a blur of humiliation and pain. The tribe used the girls in every way they could imagine, pushing them to their limits and beyond. The screams of their group members echoed through the night, a constant reminder of their new reality.
Sullyoon's mind grew numb, the only thing keeping her going was the thought of escape. But with each passing day, hope grew fainter, and she feared that they would never leave the island.
The tribe's cruelty knew no bounds. They were whipped, bound in agonizing positions, and subjected to brutal, unrelenting sex. The girls were no longer the glamorous idols they had been, but mere playthings for the savages' twisted desires.
One evening, as the sun set and painted the sky a deep, foreboding red, the leader approached their shared hut. He carried a whip in one hand and a twisted smile on his lips.
"Tonight, we have a special ceremony," he announced, his eyes glinting in the firelight. "One of you will be chosen to become the bride of the jungle."
Sullyoon felt a jolt of terror at his words. A bride? To what kind of monster? She looked over at Kyujin, who had gone pale, her eyes wide with horror. The younger girl's hands were shaking as she clutched at the tattered remnants of her clothes.
The leader stepped closer, stroking Kyujin's cheek with a finger that left a trail of grime. "You," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Come here."
Kyujin's eyes darted to Sullyoon's, pleading for help, but there was nothing she could do. The other girls in the group had already suffered unspeakable things, and now it was Kyujin's turn.
The ceremony was a twisted mockery of any wedding they had ever seen. The leader painted Kyujin's body with a foul-smelling paste, and the tribe danced around them, chanting in their incomprehensible language. The air was thick with the smell of burning herbs and the sound of drums.
The leader stripped Kyujin completely, displaying her naked and trembling before the entire tribe. He then proceeded to bind her to a large wooden stake in the center of the clearing, her wrists and ankles secured with thick, rough ropes that dug into her skin.
The man was massive, his muscles rippling in the firelight. He bent Kyujin over the stake, her small frame quivering as she tried to resist. But she was no match for his brute strength. He positioned himself behind her, and without preamble, he plunged into her anus with a roar of triumph.
Kyujin's scream was piercing, a sound that would haunt Sullyoon's nightmares for the rest of her life. She had to clench her teeth to keep from crying out herself, but she knew that any sign of weakness would only make things worse.
The leader took his time, savoring Kyujin's pain and the power he had over her. And as she watched, Sullyoon realized that this wasn't just about sex. It was about domination, about breaking them down until they were nothing more than objects to be used and discarded.
But she wasn't going to let that happen. Not to Kyujin, not to any of them. As the leader's attention was fully on Kyujin, she began to work at the ropes around her wrists, feeling for any slack. If she could just get one hand free, she might be able to do something.
The ceremony went on for what felt like an eternity, the sounds of Kyujin's suffering echoing through the jungle. After almost an hour of continuous anal rape, finally, the leader withdrew, and Kyujin's limp body was lowered to the ground, her anus was gaping wide enough as Sullyoon saw the tribe leader's cum dripping out from Kyujin's young anus.
"Now, the others may partake," the leader declared, gesturing to the eager tribe members who had been waiting in line.
Two of the burliest guards grabbed Sullyoon by the arms, pulling her to her feet and forcing her to watch as Kyujin was brutally used. They secured her to a nearby tree, the bark biting into her skin as they bound her wrists tightly. She struggled, but their grip was like iron, and she was powerless to do anything but watch in horror as one man after another approached Kyujin's ravaged body.
The first few men were rough, their thrusts deep and uncaring, their grunts of pleasure mixing with Kyujin's cries of pain. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by the occasional thud of a fist against Kyujin's backside. Despite the pain she was in, Kyujin's training kicked in, and she managed to keep herself in a position that allowed for the least amount of pain, but it was clear she was in agony.
As the men took their turns, Sullyoon felt a growing sense of anger and desperation. Her eyes searched the shadows for any sign of escape or rescue, but there was none. The tribe reveled in their brutality, cheering and shouting as Kyujin's body was violated over and over again.
Tears streamed down Sullyoon's face as she watched the girl she had come to care for so deeply be reduced to a whimpering mess of pain and despair. The guards holding her in place laughed at her plight, their grip tightening with every sob that tore from Kyujin's lips.
One by one, the men approached Kyujin, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that was all too familiar now. Each thrust was a declaration of their power over her, and she could do nothing but endure. Her anus was torn and bloody, the delicate tissue stretched beyond what any human should have to bear.
Sullyoon's thoughts grew dark, her mind racing with plans for vengeance. She would not let this be their end. Her fingers moved surreptitiously behind her back, working at the knots that bound her wrists. Her nails dug into the ropes, the pain a small price to pay for the chance at freedom.
The night grew darker, the firelight flickering over the scene of carnage. Kyujin's cries grew weaker, her body no longer able to respond to the relentless assault. The leader took her again, his cruel smile never faltering as he forced himself into her gaping wound, pushing her to the very edge of consciousness.
Finally, unable to take anymore, Kyujin's body went limp, her eyes rolling back in her head. The leader stepped back, panting and sated, his member still erect and smeared with blood and excrement. The tribe grew quiet, the only sound the crackle of the fire and the distant call of the jungle's nocturnal creatures.
"Now," the leader said, turning his gaze to Sullyoon. "It is your turn."
The guards released her, and she stumbled forward, her legs wobbly from the effort of staying upright. The leader approached her, his hand outstretched. "You will be the bride of the jungle," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You will bear our children and ensure our line continues."
Sullyoon's mind reeled. This wasn't just about rape and domination; they wanted to use her to breed. She felt a cold fury build in her chest, a fiery determination to survive, to fight back. But she knew that she was outnumbered, outmatched. For now, she had to play along.
The leader's hands roamed her body, his touch as cold as a serpent's. He ripped away the last of her clothes, leaving her just as exposed and vulnerable as Kyujin had been. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and she could feel the eyes of the entire tribe on her.
He forced her down onto the altar, her legs spread wide for everyone to see. She gritted her teeth, her eyes locked on Kyujin's still form. The first man approached her, his eyes hungry and his member thick and engorged. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
The man didn't bother with gentle touches or sweet words. He simply plunged into her, filling her to the brim with his hardness. Sullyoon bit back a scream, her nails digging into the wood beneath her. The pain was unbearable, a white-hot agony that shot through her core.
One after another, the tribe members took their turn, each one more brutal than the last. She could feel her body growing sore, her pussy stretching to accommodate their massive sizes. The leader watched with a twisted smile, occasionally barking out an order or joining in when the mood struck him.
The night grew long, and the stars above her were cold and uncaring as the men continued to use her. Her mind retreated into a place of darkness, focusing on the sound of the ocean waves in the distance, trying to block out the cacophony of the tribe's grunts and Kyujin's whimpers.
As the last man pulled out of her, she felt the warmth of his seed spurt across her thighs. Her pussy was a mess, filled with the cum of so many men, dripping down to the earth below. The leader approached, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"You will bear many strong sons for us," he said, his voice thick with lust.
Sullyoon managed a weak nod, her body trembling with exhaustion. The guards untied her from the altar and dragged her back to their hut, where she collapsed onto the dirty floor, her mind and body broken.
The days that followed were a blur of pain and degradation. The tribe used both of them without mercy, taking turns in their hut and often bringing them out for public display. Kyujin was barely conscious most of the time, her eyes glazed over with pain and fear.
Sullyoon felt a cold resolve settle in her heart. They were no longer the glamorous K-Pop stars they had once been; they were now the tribe's playthings, to be used and discarded at will. Yet, amidst the horror, she found a spark of defiance, a fierce determination to survive.
The tribe had no concept of mercy, and every day was a new form of hell. They were subjected to the most depraved acts imaginable, their bodies pushed to the brink of endurance. The men took them in every way possible, leaving no part of their being untouched by their brutality.
The only respite they had were the brief moments when they were allowed to tend to their wounds, which had become a grim daily ritual. They whispered plans of escape, but the island was vast, and the tribe's vigilance unyielding. The hope of rescue had long since vanished, replaced by the harsh reality of their new lives.
One day, as Sullyoon lay on the ground, her body bruised and sore, she overheard some of the tribe members talking. They spoke of a ship that would come in a few days, a ship that would bring more 'gifts' from the outside world. Her eyes widened with a glimmer of hope. If they could somehow get free, maybe they could signal for help or stow away.
The night before the ship was due to arrive, the tribe held another ceremony. The leader approached them with a new set of ropes, a sadistic glint in his eye. "You will both perform for our guests," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "You will show them what good little pets you have become."
Sullyoon and Kyujin were brought before the entire tribe, their bodies slick with oil and their wrists bound to a thick wooden pole. They were forced to perform a lewd dance to entertain the guest, their bruised and beaten forms moving in time to the pounding of the drums. The men watched with hungry eyes, waiting for their turn.
Nmixx Sullyoon & Kiss of Life Belle x male reader smut
words: 9,667 12 Days of Praelmas Masterlist
"She's coming here? This weekend? To this house?" The concoction of shock and confusion, topped with a little bit of annoyance, is in both Sullyoon's tone and expression. "This house!? This same exact house that I am sitting in!?"
Her outburst quickly settles into a sulk as she slouches in her dining chair. Her father turns to your mother for help that she doesn't offer. He's on his own with this one.
"Look," he starts gently. "She's my daughter too and I want to get to know her. I haven't seen her in years."
"You barely talk about her." Sullyoon counters, arms folded defensively across her chest. Her tone is laced with accusation. "I don't know anything about her."
Your mother shoots Sullyoon a glare, one that causes Sullyoon to step well over the line.
"Why are you okay with this? Another daughter that's not even yours coming into our home?"
You stare at your food, praying for the ordeal to be over.
"Stop being silly," your mother reprimands. "You are my daughter, and I'll treat Belle as my own too."
Sullyoon gives you a side-eye, and while she doesn't say anything else, you can see how desperate she is for you to take issue with it too. While you may not be as opposed as Sullyoon, you do have a reservation. "Where will she sleep?" You finally speak up, looking at your mother.
"Sullyoon, can she stay in your room?" she asks.
"No!" Sullyoon snaps. It's clear that she's still processing her frustration.
"It's fine." You turn to your mother. "She can take my room, I'll take the couch."
Sullyoon goes quiet for a moment, her mouth falling open in shock. She looks almost offended that you're not fighting by her side. Then she asks, "What's wrong with you?" and rolls her eyes when your answer comes in the form of an innocent shrug.
"Thank you," your stepfather says, shooting you an appreciative smile. Sullyoon's chair scrapes the floor as she stands up abruptly.
"I'm done." After a curt announcement of departure, she's already headed to her room.
Her father sighs. "Let her go," your mother advises. "She'll come around."
-
A few hours have passed since the revelation and you're in your room. Soft pillows beneath your lower back and slouched against the wall. The soft tones of music from the speaker across the room fill the air.
"Can you believe that shit?" Sullyoon curses the whole idea. "Belle, my long-lost sister, is coming to live here. What are we, some kind of 90s sitcom?"
"Can we not do this right now?" You respond, struggling to focus on both her and her words at one time.
"I thought you were on my side." She pauses for a moment and lets out a soft sigh. "You didn't even argue it."
"It's not that deep, Sullyoon," you grunt out the words, as her hot breath hits your face.
"Yeah well..." She falters. "...It is to me." You feel her fingers thread through your hair before finding a handful of the short strands at the base of your skull. You hiss, feeling her pull on them lightly, but you don't fight back. "Do you think she'll be annoying? And say loads of weird American things?"
"I don't care," you dismiss, putting your hand on her thigh and holding the flesh tight.
"Oh." She clears her throat and adjusts her position. "Well, I do care."
"You might get along." Your tone lacks commitment. It's almost impossible to focus with the smell of her perfume filling your nostrils. You bury your face into the crook of her neck. "You smell so good."
"I bet she thinks she's better than us."
"Sullyoon!" you snap. "For fuck sake!" You put your hand on her waist and lift her off your lap, letting her naked form fall lazily onto the bed beside you. "Conversation or sex, choose one."
"Hey!" She exclaims, annoyed about being pulled free from your cock.
Your irritation quickly fades away as you turn your head to look at her. Her dark hair spills out beneath her, messy, wavy and soft. Her smile is mischievous while her dark eyes sparkle with humour and intrigue. A million thoughts cross your mind but none of them can beat out the singular reminder that she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. Her features are uniquely hers and yet, they seem perfectly matched to your taste.
"Okay, I'll stop talking about her then."
There is a shift in the energy of the room. She turns away from you, positioning herself on her knees and resting her cheek against the pillow below. There she lies in wait, ass on display for only you. You bite down on your bottom lip as you clamber behind her.
You reach out and wrap your hands around her hips, squeezing her flesh in between your fingertips. "Sullyoon." The syllables roll off your tongue. "Sometimes, things are hard." You press your cock, still coated in her slick juices, against her waiting cunt. "But you have to just take it."
You push into her pussy from behind. You watch the way the hole expands and stretches around you. The soft, pink walls give in to your intrusion. You hear the little gasp and moan that Sullyoon releases upon feeling you enter her again. You keep going until her round little ass is flush against your hips and the full length of your cock is buried inside her pussy.
From this angle, Sullyoon can do little more than submit. And so she does, allowing you to hold her by the hips, dragging her body back and forth until it moves in line with your rhythm.
"See?" you tease. "Feels better this way, doesn't it?"
"Fuck..." Sullyoon whines. "I hate when you do that."
"What?" You chuckle and spank her across the ass before grabbing a handful of her flesh once again. "When I talk down to you like that or when I make you feel like a little slut?"
"Yes." She squeezes her eyes shut. You listen to every pant and every moan. You feel her thighs shake and tremble against your skin. You know she loves this; there's no other reason why else she would allow you to take over her body and treat her this way. The two of you may bicker and argue and fight, but none of that matters when you're alone together in your bedroom, exploring one another. For all your arguments, you know there isn't another person in the world that feels as perfect wrapped in your arms.
As taboo as it may be.
She looks at you over her shoulder through misty brown eyes with pouted lips, looking all too delicious to touch. "Please," she begs in a small voice that sends a chill up your spine. "Harder. Faster."
"Good girl." The words flow seamlessly from your lips. You hold tighter onto her ass, for fear of the pleasure making her collapse against the bed. You start pounding into her from behind. Each slap of your hips connecting against her ass rings out against the silence of the room.
Sullyoon's hand grips the pillow beneath her head, squeezing it tight as her outlet for her building pleasure. It becomes too much, and she lets out a long moan. You're quick to lean in, take hold of her head and bury her face against the pillow.
"Quiet," you scold. You slide your fingers into her mouth and let them rest against her tongue. She welcomes you in, letting her lips seal around your digits. Her tongue runs laps across the tips of your fingers and the sensation causes an involuntary twitch of your hips.
"There we go," you coo. You can tell by the way she squeezes down on your length that she likes it when you praise her. She might try to play tough and cold, but you've learnt exactly what buttons to push to get her melting at your touch.
You can feel yourself edging closer, and so you reach down further. Sullyoon's clit is sensitive when you press your finger against it, judging by the way she bites down on your fingers. It takes only a few gentle rubs to bring her to the same point as you.
She whimpers softly against your fingers. You can almost feel the muffled cries vibrating against your skin as the knot of pleasure in her tummy begins to unravel. "That's it," you whisper. "Be a good sister and cum with me."
Sullyoon bucks and thrashes in pleasure. She reaches her orgasm at the same time as you and the two of you ride out the waves together. With each throb, you fill her up until she's practically overflowing. Finally, she collapses against the bed and you follow her shortly after. Her chest heaves against the bedsheets, tired and worn, and finally satisfied.
"You can't call me that," she complains, voice strained. "It's not cute, it's gross."
"And yet every time I do, you seem to cum harder," you respond simply. She rolls her eyes and scoffs, before shuffling into your embrace and resting her head against your chest. You both lay in silence, spent bodies wrapped up in each other's warmth. You absent-mindedly draw circles along her bare arm while she draws in deep breaths against your chest.
"I'm serious about this Belle thing." She breaks the quietude, her voice soft. You sigh heavily. "I don't want her here."
-
And yet, Saturday comes around just like clockwork.
The five of you sit awkwardly in the living room. A tray of drinks rests on the coffee table, untouched, and Sullyoon keeps shooting you pointed glares. The situation could be cut with a knife.
"It's such a long journey," Belle explains, talking fast and with a certain chirp in her voice. "We had to leave at five AM for the airport. It was still dark!"
"Oh my!" Your mother gushes. "So you must be tired." Sullyoon rolls her eyes hard.
"A little," Belle admits. "But I slept most of the flight so it's okay."
"Don't worry," you add politely. "It's a quiet area, you'll be able to sleep in tomorrow." She has only been here an hours but it's impossible to deny how charming Belle is. She's got a wide smile and sweet expressions—just a natural aura about her that makes her easy to speak to. It doesn't hurt that she's pretty, with large, dewy brown eyes, and soft hair resting on her shoulders. She wears a pair of jeans that hug her legs tightly and a top that's tied above her belly button.
She gives you this wide smile, that she's already given countless times, and thanks you, adding, "That sounds like heaven." Sullyoon's scoff catches everyone's attention. Four pairs of eyes fall on her and she squirms, hating the spotlight.
"Something wrong, dear?" your mom asks. Sullyoon shakes her head and reaches forward to grab her glass of lemonade. You can't help but let out a tiny laugh. Your mother shoots you both a suspicious glare but doesn't say anything.
You hadn't even noticed that Belle had been looking at you, but when you turn to meet her gaze you feel your stomach flip upside down. It could just be your overactive imagination but something in the look she's giving you has you flustered. Then she laughs too, albeit nervously. Your cheeks warm up and suddenly you have to look away.
"It's almost lunch, how about you help us in the kitchen, Sullyoon." Then your mother looks at you, "and you can show Belle where she'll be sleeping."
"Uh, sure," you reply, your words being met by Sullyoon shooting daggers with her eyes. Once your parents and your stepsister are out of sight, you gesture to Belle and she stands.
"The house is huge," she remarks, following you out of the room. "My old place was basically a box compared to this."
"Well, we live in the suburbs." You shrug. "I can show you around town later if you want." The two of you head up the staircase to where the bedrooms reside.
"You'd do that for me? Really?"
"Of course," you chuckle. Her giggles send goosebumps across your flesh. You pause for a moment and point down the hallway, "Mine is this way."
"This is so cool," Belle whispers. Really? A house is cool? "I always lived in this little studio apartment. My bed was right next to my kitchen."
Her casual remarks about her life, however mundane they are, are captivating. It's nice to meet someone so different from your usual friend group. "What was it like in the city?"
"Different from here," Belle responds. "It's loud all the time and the streets are busy, no matter the time or day." You push open the door to your bedroom and she follows in while she continues, "It was exciting but also way too much, you know? The parties were crazy—like movie-level crazy."
You gently nod as her thoughts trail off and she starts looking around the room. You watch as she takes it all in. Having made at least half an effort to clear some space for her, it looked kind of bare, compared to usual anyway. "Here," you offer, leading her over to your wardrobe. You slide open a couple of doors and explain, "This section is empty and you can hang your clothes up here."
"You didn't have to. I've lived out of my suitcase before when I travelled."
"No bother. You're a guest, make yourself comfortable." You gesture around the room. "I cleared the desk in case you need it and the sheets are fresh." (Which is good, after what you and Sullyoon had been doing the night before.)
"Thank you. This is already better than I could have ever hoped." When Belle smiles again, you feel a little flutter in your tummy. "Sorry about earlier," she adds. "Was your sister mad because of me?"
"She'll come around." You give a half-hearted assurance. Sullyoon's feelings aren't yours to share, but Belle does deserve some peace of mind. "Don't worry about her."
"I always wanted a sister, I hope she likes me." Belle nods gently, a faint expression of disappointment flashing across her face before fading back to neutral. She pauses and purses her lips together for a second. "And...you? Are you happy I'm here?"
"I've had to put up with one annoying step-sister for a long time, a second can't be much worse," you joke. A laugh leaves her lips and the tension dissolves instantly. The two of you stay silent for a few moments before you notice Belle starting to squint. "What's wrong?"
"It's really hot in here." She places her hand on her forehead as if checking her temperature. The thick beams of sunlight that are streaming in through the open curtains highlight her point. Sweat has started to gather on her neck and brow.
"Lemme fix that." You push open a window and draw a blind down. Belle waits patiently behind you as the bright morning sun vanishes into a muted grey. "There we go," you announce, turning around—and coming face-to-face with her. You freeze as if trapped by her intense gaze.
Her cheeks are flushed and her skin is hot. Beads of sweat shimmer in the sunlight. She stares at you, silently saying something that you can't quite decode. She smells sweet, like vanilla.
"Thanks." Her voice is soft, almost as delicate as the moment itself.
"You're welcome..." You say back, waiting for something, anything, to happen.
"Uh, how about the rest of the house?"
"What about it?"
"Aren't you supposed to be showing me around?" She laughs and her soft tone breaks the tension. You shake the daze out of your mind and clear your throat.
"Of course. Let's go."
You point out the rest of the rooms, and then show her the bathroom, explaining, "My parents have their own so this is basically ours." As you head downstairs, you let her know, "Just try not to take the world's longest showers like Sullyoon." Belle laughs, which gives you the chance to admire how cute she looks when she's smiling.
-
It's been a low-key couple of days. Belle spent the whole time fawning over how cool it was to live out in the suburbs and subtly cursing how she had grown tired of the city—though half it felt like a sly brag. You had taken her into town the day before last, and while you're sure she would have been fine going back alone, she's asking you to take her.
Much to the annoyance of a certain someone.
"But Sunday is movie night," Sullyoon complains, lying on her bed. You're standing in the doorway, arms folded, telling her about your plan to accompany Belle.
"I'll be back in time and we can watch whatever movie you pick this week," you dismiss, already knowing she isn't going to listen to any attempt of yours to compromise. "Also, you could come with us."
"If I did come, then I would be hanging out with her, and I don't want to hang out with her." Sullyoon states blankly.
A quick glance to your side and you see Belle, standing in the hallway, hearing everything that Sullyoon is saying. There's a small pout that forms on her lips. A glimmer of sadness in her eyes. You feel a pang of sympathy. While Belle tries to smile as if it's nothing, you see right through the facade.
"Don't worry," she says. "I can go on my own." And with that, she heads off downstairs. You turn to your stepsister and shoot her a harsh glare.
"C'mon! Don't give me that look." Sullyoon pouts dramatically. "She's a big girl, she's used to being independent."
"Would it kill you to at least get to know her?"
"You're busy doing that for the both of us." She shoots an accusatory look. "Is one step-sister not enough?" Her words drip with insinuation, and you feel your face flush at what she's implying. You roll your eyes and curse at her, which makes her stand and walk towards you. Before she speaks, she pulls you by the arms and closes her door. "Oh come on! Admit it," she presses. "You think she's cute, huh?"
"So what?" You shrug and avert your gaze, cheeks red.
Sullyoon pauses, processing your answer. "Do you wanna fuck her?"
"Sullyoon!" You snap, feeling the blood rush to your head.
Her grin is devious, "You want her to replace me? Huh?" She teases. "Get a brand new stepsister who sucks your dick extra well?"
"You're sick."
"Oh, please. I've seen the way you two look at each other. Don't be surprised if she offers to top and tail with you tonight." Sullyoon smirks, "The couch must be so uncomfortable." Her voice is laced with sarcasm.
-
She said it was just going to be for essentials. A few shops to pick up items that didn't fit in her bags for the plane trip over. Yet, somehow, you find yourself browsing designer dresses for sale.
"It's my first weekend in a new country," she explains, pulling a silk purple dress free and pressing it up against her body. "Don't I deserve to treat myself?"
"I guess, but dresses like this? When are you planning on wearing them?"
"To dinners. To a club. On a date?" She cocks an eyebrow. "Who knows?"
"Wouldn't it be better to make the plans and then buy the dress?" You suggest with a laugh. Though you hate to admit it, the sleek material would look great on her.
"You hungry?" she asks. "How about dinner?"
"We should wait until we're home. Mum is expecting us both."
"Do you always do what you're told?" Belle pries.
"No...I—" You hesitate. She tilts her head to the side and flashes you a mischievous grin.
"Great. I'll get changed into this, we can dump the bags in the car and find a nice restaurant." She declares decisively. After rummaging around her bag for her wallet, she turns to face you. "Wish me luck, it's probably expensive."
"Wait—"
She's walking away before you can protest. You watch as she goes up to the woman running the place and pays for the dress. After that, Belle disappears behind a dressing screen. All the while, you're standing there, holding bags and looking confused.
There are a few silent moments. Ones where you try to formulate an excuse to turn her down; but just as quickly as they appear, the arguments vanish. In reality, the idea of a nice meal with Belle isn't exactly unappealing.
The curtain is drawn back, and she appears.
Wow.
It takes less than a second for your eyes to land on her waist. How the deep purple fabric hugs her figure so nicely, wrapping tight around her curves and squeezing her form. It's strapless and plunges into a v-neck that shows off so much skin. The hem stops mid-thigh and swishes with the movement of her hips.
"So? How do I look?"
You swallow, clearing a lump in your throat. "Incredible."
"That means you're paying for dinner then."
"Hey!" You start to protest. But it's no use, she's already laughing, slipping on a pair of white heels that pull the outfit together perfectly.
The restaurant she chose is tucked away from the main street. The soft yellow light glows through a window pane, casting a warm haze onto the sidewalk below. She holds your arm as she walks, using you for balance. The smell of her perfume hits you just as hard as her outfit does, sweet like vanilla.
"This place looks pretty fancy, right?" she asks with a cheeky smile. "You won't mind treating me, will you? After all, I have moved halfway around the world."
You roll your eyes and follow her in. A waiter welcomes you both, and seats you at a small booth in the corner of the dining room. A candle flickers in the centre, between glasses and cutlery. Belle scans the menu and occasionally takes sneaky glances across the table.
"So, how often do you take girls on dates?" she pries. "Not counting me."
"It's not that often, really."
"Then I must be special," she remarks playfully. "But don't worry, you're pretty cute too."
"Oh yeah?" You decide to play along. "Enough for a second date?"
"Hmm... maybe." The conversation is light and easy and just seems to flow naturally without needing any prompts or effort from either end.
Once you've ordered, Belle sips on a glass of wine, staring at you intently, her gaze unwavering, "I wish Sullyoon liked me as much as you do." Her statement catches you off-guard.
"I'm sorry for the way she's acting," you apologise. "She's probably fearing being replaced. She has always been a bit of a daddy's girl."
"I guess I can understand where she's coming from," Belle concedes, swirling the drink in her glass, watching as the crimson liquid swirls around gracefully. "I would be hesitant too. Change can suck sometimes, especially when it's unexpected." She takes a sip and then continues, "I was talking to my dad for a while, about coming over. And you know what he would talk to me about, every time?"
"Sullyoon."
Belle chuckles lightly and puts down her drink. "Yeah. He couldn't help himself. Always talking about the things she was doing. The friends she had. All those clubs she took part in. Made me so excited to meet her."
"Oh..." Now you understand.
"When I got here and realised that I wasn't gonna get a warm reception, it kinda hurt."
"Yeah. I know she can be...stubborn. Sometimes." You sigh. "Don't give up though, I know you'll get to know each other eventually."
She looks at you with hopeful eyes. "You really think so?"
"She warmed up to me eventually." You shrug and take a bite from your food.
"And how long did that take?" Belle asks, her tone playful once more.
"A couple of years."
She laughs again. "Ah, shit." She sits back in her seat, and then looks at you, intrigued. "What changed?"
"Maybe we realised we have stuff in common, or that we were more similar than we thought."
Belle tilts her head to the side, seemingly mulling over what you said. She purses her lips and squints her eyes like she's trying to connect invisible dots. She stabs at her pasta and silently returns to her food.
"What was that?" you ask.
"Nothing," she dismisses. "So, I heard you mentioning a movie night."
"Yeah," you reply. "It's kind of a tradition. We pick a shitty movie, order some pizza, and make fun of it."
"Guess I'm ruining that now?" she suggests.
"It's just one time, we've missed it before and I'm sure we'll miss it again."
"Maybe next week I can join you?"
You think about how movie nights usually end. Sullyoon, spread across a bed, with your head between her legs. You remember the feeling of her soft skin and warmth, the sound of her moans filling the air. And now that memory includes Belle sitting beside you both.
You choke on your drink slightly.
"Oh God." Belle gasps. "What did I say?"
"Nothing, drink just went to the wrong place is all." You cough. "Yeah, sure, you can join us."
Time passes so easily. The conversation is nice, and she's such an interesting woman. She talks about her life, the places she has been and the people she has known. And you reciprocate. By the time the check arrives, you feel like you've known each other for much longer than four days.
"You know, my dad talked about helping me find my own place. I can't keep your room forever," she admits as she's finishing up her last drink.
"That's fine, I can survive on the sofa."
Belle chuckles at that. "I feel bad for putting you out like this." Her fingers reach out to brush yours, lingering there momentarily before retracting. The contact sends a shiver up your spine. "How about we share the bed?"
"Excuse me?" you say in shock. She laughs again.
"Not in that way. I mean, we can put pillows between us or something. It wouldn't be weird, just two siblings sleeping in the same room." She pauses and chuckles. "Unless you snore."
"I don't!"
"Well, I guess we'll find out."
-
When you finally return home, the house is eerily quiet. Both your parents' cars are missing and Sullyoon has retired to her room. Belle carries her purchases while you follow close behind.
As you step onto the landing, Sullyoon's bedroom door opens. She's dressed in one of your shirts. The light that floods out highlights how long her legs are, with her toned thighs in full view. She stands and watches Belle walk into your shared bedroom, before turning her attention to you. "So?" She asks, arms folding.
"So, what?" you counter.
"You going to apologise for ruining my weekend?" she huffs, arms crossing defensively. Her pouty expression almost tempts you to bite back.
"You were invited."
Sullyoon scoffs. "Oh yeah. So that I could third-wheel. No thanks."
You pause and chew your bottom lip. "Did you get to watch the movie at least?"
"Yes, alone." Her frown intensifies. You try not to laugh at how adorable she looks. "Goodnight."
She stomps back into her room and closes the door behind herself. You bite back an amused smirk. Sullyoon has the tendency to be petty, but you never seem to realise how far she'll go until she does it. Still, you decide not to dwell on it, knowing that Sullyoon would rather ignore the problem than confront it directly. She'll forgive you when she decides to.
You round the corner into your room, bags in hand, and that's when you see her, pulling down the zipper that runs along her spine. The fabric falls in ripples and reveals her back. From the arch between her shoulders down to the dimples in her lower back, the milky skin is exposed. Your throat dries up instantly.
"How am I supposed to feel about you ogling me like that?" Belle jokes, glancing at you over her shoulder. Her eyes shimmer with intrigue.
"Sorry." You quickly spit and then turn around. She doesn't say anything but you hear her light steps over the carpet as she rounds you and closes the bedroom door.
"I was joking," she says while facing you. Her hair falls over her shoulders and ends right above the cup of her bra. She looks like a model straight out of the pages of some lingerie catalogue. You struggle to stay composed.
"So was I," you reply, pretending to be cool while you turn away again to set the bags down in the corner of the room. Belle laughs under her breath.
"I've gotten used to living alone. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can put something on, but I'm used to sleeping in nothing but the covers." she offers. "But I don't mind, honestly."
The silence settles between you two and becomes deafening. You let out a nervous sigh. "It's okay," you finally state, grabbing shorts and a shirt and heading to the bathroom to change. "Just give me a moment." Once inside, you strip yourself of your clothes and run the water from the tap. You cup your hands together and fill them before splashing the cold water onto your face. You stare at yourself in the mirror.
This isn't a big deal. It doesn't have to be. You're going to be cool about the whole thing. You can handle having another gorgeous stepsister lying beside you in bed. It won't be hard at all.
You put your clothes on and march out of the bathroom. Belle has made herself comfortable in your bed, laying back against the pillow with her phone in hand. Her eyelids are half-open as she scrolls through social media apps lazily. The bedsheets cover her up to her shoulders.
"I've always slept on the left," she states absently, eyes still glued to her phone screen. You gulp. She pats the empty space beside her, invitingly. "That means you're on the right."
She turns off her phone as you enter the bed. As you slide under the covers, she turns and slides away to give you room. Your legs brush against hers by accident. Her smooth calves rub against yours and you freeze up. Then you feel her hand reaching out, touching your arm gently before drawing away again.
"Are you shy?" she asks with a tiny giggle.
"No," you lie, hoping that your cheeks aren't too flushed from embarrassment. The room goes pitch black when she flicks off the lamp. Only the distant glow of a street light shines through the curtains. Your eyes adjust and you make out her silhouette against the bedsheets.
"Just relax." Her voice echoes softly in the dark. She places her hand atop yours and squeezes firmly. She brushes her fingertips up along your forearm, stopping briefly near your elbow before trailing them back down again. Each stroke sends little shivers shooting up and down your spine. The effect of her touch is hypnotising; a powerful yet delicate combination of warmth and tenderness.
The movements continue for a while, in silence, as your eyes grow heavy.
"Sweet dreams," she whispers.
"Night Belle," you manage to mutter. Before you know it, you drift off to sleep.
-
At first, you don't even register the sensation, as if you are in a dream. First, it's the tickling of her hair in your face, followed by the feeling of her soft skin in your hand. Then it's the warmth, all along the front of your body. Belle is pressed against you tightly and your arm is around her. Holding her as the little spoon.
Your eyes flicker open.
You lay there in shock, unsure what to do, but also unwilling to move. The warmth radiates off of her, soothing every inch of you that she touches. Her breathing rises and falls slowly, as though she hasn't stirred yet. Her fragrance surrounds you, intoxicatingly sweet, leaving you lightheaded.
You try to adjust the arm that's trapped under her but she threatens to stir awake, mumbling unintelligibly against the pillow, as she shuffles around to get comfortable against you again. She moves her body against yours and presses harder.
Suddenly, you become very aware of exactly which parts of your bodies are making contact. Her ass grinds up against your crotch and the sensation causes a wave of heat to course throughout your entire core. Panic kicks in as you will your morning wood to retreat as quickly as possible. Yet no amount of willpower can stop the natural reaction to her plush butt cheeks.
You focus your attention elsewhere, trying to distract yourself by thinking of mundane tasks to pass the time—anything to prevent yourself from acknowledging your growing arousal. You count the speckles on the ceiling and list off ingredients of your favourite foods.
It doesn't work.
You have to get out. You start by pulling away your body, minimising the contact and creating separation. But then there's your arm, still stuck under her. Gently, ever so gently, you lift yourself away, trying to drag your limb free.
"Leaving already?" comes Belle's question. Her tone drips with mock offence.
"What? Uhhh.." you stutter. Shit. Not good.
Belle flips around to face you. In the morning glow, she's positively radiant. A beautiful angel bathed in warm sunlight. Her silky hair flows delicately as she turns. She flashes a devilish smile and says, "Look at that, our first night sharing a bed and you're already cuddling with me."
You're speechless. Blood rushes to your cheeks and you feel your heart beat faster in your chest.
"It was nice," she smiles. "Even if you were poking me in the ass."
Your jaw drops. Shame bubbles in the pit of your stomach and causes your skin to prickle. She laughs and pushes the sheets down to your waists. She's fucking topless. Your eyes widen as you catch sight of her breasts, perfect teardrops that hang deliciously against her chest, crowned by erect pink nipples. The sight sends you reeling into total disarray.
"You can't help it, I know." Her voice cuts through your dazed thoughts like a blade slicing through butter. "All guys wake up horny." She shuffles a little closer. "I can help it, though." Her hand snakes down beneath the sheet, into your shorts, and suddenly there's the unmistakable sensation of her fingers wrapped around your cock.
"Belle—" Her name leaves your throat weak and cracked. Heat envelops you and your brain goes into overdrive. No way is this real.
"Shhh," she whispers, leaning in until her lips are hovering close to yours. "I want to help," she says with a mischievous smirk.
She starts slowly stroking your dick. At first, it feels strange and foreign, but gradually melts into pleasure as the friction increases. Belle continues to stare, watching as the corners of your mouth twitch and twist, as if studying her own effect on you. Every time your breath hitches she seems to gain more confidence. She grips tighter and works her wrist faster, building up a steady rhythm.
"See, we can share this room." She keeps moving her hand up and down in perfect strokes, varying the pace every few seconds. Sometimes fast and firm, then slow and gentle. It's enough to drive anyone mad. "Isn't it great?"
"This is so messed up," you manage to groan out as your hips lift involuntarily.
"Is it?" She kisses the corner of your mouth. "Doesn't seem that bad to me."
She's right. It feels incredible. Despite everything, you don't want her to stop. You lean into her, desperate for her to kiss you, but instead, she pulls away, giggling softly. That only serves to frustrate you further, which seems to encourage her even more. She quickens her pace and leans closer to you again, stopping inches away from kissing distance once more.
Your eyes grow heavy again, but this time it's not sleep that overtakes you. Instead, it's bliss.
"Belle, what the fuck..." you whisper. Pleasure is burning hot in the base of your gut. Her wrist rolls as she jerks you off harder. "Why..."
She lets you go, hand slipping out of your shorts as quickly as it entered. "Here." She cups your hand in her own and pulls it towards her chest. "Feel free to touch." You know what happens when you allow temptation to guide your actions. Sullyoon is a case and point.
Despite that, you're unable to resist.
Her breast fits perfectly in your palm. So soft. Your fingers graze over the sensitive nipple. The moans that follow sound heavenly, even more so when accompanied by her coy smile. Without warning, her lips press against yours, sealing off any sort of protest. Her tongue dances across your bottom lip and into your mouth. Soft. Wet. Hot.
Heat pools between your legs. Her hand returns to its former place around your cock. She's so slow now, achingly deliberate. Your mind spins endlessly; overwhelmed by desire.
When you pull back, she gives a sly wink, "Tell me what you think, hm?"
"It feels so fucking good," you sigh. She responds with another kiss. The room fades to silence beyond your muffled moaning and wet kissing sounds. Time itself seems to grind to a halt.
"I knew you'd enjoy it," she murmurs into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe before continuing, "Now...how about you return the favour?" Her words trail off as she lifts one of your fingers into her mouth. Her tongue twirls around it for a moment and then releases it with a wet pop.
"Sure," you mutter, too distracted to care about anything else. You slip your hand beneath the duvet and then push at her hip, turning her onto her back. You admire her upper body. From her chest to the curve of her hips, to the dip of her waist, she looks divine. Belle lies back and spreads her legs. And when your hand snakes between her thighs, she raises her arms above her head and grips the pillow tight.
"Fuck," she gasps as your fingertips run along her slit gently, enjoying how she bucks upwards to meet your digits.
"You're soaked," you marvel.
Belle grins wickedly and exhales slowly. "Mhm," she agrees. "And who's fault is that?"
"Me," you respond quickly.
You brush up and down her pussy with agonising slowness, revelling in how her slick fluids cling to your fingers, and coat them in their essence. After a few seconds of exploration, you circle her clit slowly with two fingertips. Her eyes snap shut instantly and she whimpers softly under her breath. It's mesmerising. She squirms wildly, biting down hard on her bottom lip to stifle her squeals of ecstasy.
Then she lets out this long drawn-out moan while she squeezes the pillow tight against the back of her head. "Fuck," she curses.
Your finger sinks inside of her effortlessly.
"T-that feels..." she whimpers between staggered breaths. You pump in and out of her, curling upwards against her walls every single time. Her hips sway to meet your thrusts, matching them perfectly. The sight drives you insane.
You withdraw your finger from her depths and circle it across her folds. Her legs tremble in anticipation.
"Please," she begs. Your cock throbs painfully.
She tilts her head backwards, baring the pale skin of her neck to you. An offering. One you take happily.
You press your lips against her soft flesh, savouring her taste. Her scent overwhelms you. You can feel her pulse thrumming frantically just beneath the surface of her skin. There's something intensely primal about being able to feel someone else's heartbeat racing against your own.
Your teeth clamp down on the area between her jaw and collarbone, holding her securely as you explore every inch of her sex with newfound fervour.
It isn't long until she writhes beneath you, panting heavily while clinging desperately to the bedsheets around her. Your movements grow faster, more frantic. Hungry even.
She threatens to get loud, and you know how bad that could be. There's a reason Sullyoon always comes into your room, it's the furthest from your parents, and even then you find yourself putting a palm over her mouth. Now it's just one thin wall. One thin wall separates Belle's moans from Sullyoon's ears.
So you shut her up the best way you know how.
She seems surprised when your mouth crashes against hers, silencing her squeals with your tongue, but the feeling is fleeting. Her arms wrap around the back of your neck, pulling her closer towards you. She tastes like strawberries and smells faintly of vanilla.
You absorb her moans into your mouth as she cums on your hand.
Her thighs tighten around you, locking your fingers deep within her core. She shudders violently as waves of pleasure wrack through her frame. Slowly but surely she relaxes again, letting out contented sighs mixed with tiny giggles of delight. When she opens her eyes again, her pupils are dilated and wide, shining brightly. She stares up at you dreamily. Her cheeks flushed red. Lips plump from kisses.
"Holy shit." Belle exhales hard before speaking again. Her voice still shakes with euphoria. "Good morning indeed."
"Yeah," you chuckle, rolling back to give her space.
"No," she stops you by placing a hand on your stomach. "We haven't finished."
"We haven't?"
"You haven't." She runs a hand down your body until it's back to how all this started. This time, she pushes your shorts clear of your hips and lets your erection spring free. She's climbing up and over you as she speaks, "Let me return the favour. We're family now."
Then she takes you into her mouth. Your thoughts blur together into a haze of lust and arousal, blinding your vision temporarily. Everything else fades away except for this girl who sucks your dick like she needs it to survive. Her tongue swirls around the crown of your tip teasingly while she bobs back and forth steadily. She hums around you, sending vibrations reverberating throughout your entire length, sending tingles shooting up and down your spine.
As her effort rises, so does she. Onto all fours and swinging a leg over yours. She's giving you this look—this hungry stare. You're hers now. Totally at her mercy. She keeps eye contact as she sucks you deeper than before. Then, without warning, her head lifts away from your cock completely, leaving behind a slick trail of spittle dripping down her chin. She wipes it away with her knuckles nonchalantly. Still wearing that predatory expression. Something about the action, the confidence of it, it makes you shiver.
She starts to stroke you, right before she dips her pretty face down to place her lips on your balls. Then it's her tongue, warm and wet against the sensitive skin. She alternates between tender kisses and loving licks all while staring up past your cock to meet your gaze. It's unbelievably hot.
"Don't cum yet," she whispers sweetly before returning her mouth around your length again.
"Can't promise anything," you groan back.
"Cute," she murmurs around your shaft.
Belle works you for a while. Those smokey eyes watch your every involuntary reaction while she worships your cock. Every twitch gets a quiet giggle. Every choked moan is met with a little lick across the tip.
It doesn't take long until the fire in your belly begins to spread.
"Belle," you strain, barely keeping a hold of your composure. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
"Not yet," she says with a smirk. "Here."
She shifts ever so slightly again, pushing her chest towards her pumping hand. She presses your tip against the hard nipple and jerks you off, alternating between the stiff buds. All you can do is watch, totally transfixed by what's happening before you. Her movements grow quicker and more frantic. Until it becomes almost too much.
You let it out, right onto her pretty little tits. Thick ropes across her flawless skin, painting her while she smiles. Even after you've been spent, she keeps working your shaft until it becomes painful. Oversensitivity has never felt sweeter.
"Oh god." Belle looks down at the mess you've made on her chest. Her grin is devious. She slips off the bed, taking a spare towel from underneath it and wiping at her chest and your crotch. Once you're both clean, she tucks you back in and crawls onto your torso. With a small bounce, she nestles down and lays on top of you. Her chest presses against yours.
"So," she coos, resting her chin on your sternum. "That happened."
You laugh and she quickly joins you. There's a feeling of shared exhilaration hanging between you both. A giddiness that comes from knowing you have just crossed an invisible boundary together.
"That was so fucking hot." Belle brings her palm up to cradle the side of your head affectionately. Her thumb brushes small circles against your temple, tracing patterns along the outline of your cheekbones. After a few seconds, her smile starts to fade. "Do you hate me?"
"Why would I?" You ask sincerely.
"I don't know. You're my step-brother. And I just..."
Her tone makes your heart ache ever so slightly, causing you to reach out for her face and cup her cheek in your palm. "If you hadn't made a move, I would have anyway," you confess.
"You're as messed up as me, then."
She has no idea.
-
Towel and a change of clothes in hand, you start to open the bathroom door when you hear your name. Sullyoon's distinct voice. You hesitate, halfway through the threshold, and turn back to see her walking down the corridor. "So, what, you don't like me anymore?"
"What are you talking about?" You retort defensively.
She puts on this mocking voice. "'Yes Belle, I'll take you to town.' 'Yes Belle, I'll take you to dinner and stand up the sister I actually know.' You've known her for two minutes! Two!"
You feel shame rising inside your chest. It's a weird feeling that just trying to be a good brother (or a bad one) has driven some divide between you and Sullyoon. You try to explain, "She's flown to a whole new country. It's difficult. We have to welcome her. If I didn't have to do it alone then we could see each other more." You sigh, "She really wants to hang out with you, you know."
Sullyoon crosses her arms, looking smug, "Oh, I bet."
"She does," you insist, trying your best not to appear too frustrated with her. "She was excited about movie night and she wants to join us next week." To this, Sullyoon simply scoffs.
"Yeah, right."
There's a pause where neither of you knows what to say. Eventually, it is broken by your stepsister's words.
"Doesn't change the fact that you left me alone on our night." She pouts dramatically, her bottom lip sticking out adorably. You roll your eyes at her antics. Sometimes, her stubbornness can border upon childishness.
"Sullyoon," you say flatly. "Come on. That's not fair."
She shrugs dismissively, clearly unconvinced. "What's not fair is that we haven't done it in almost a week."
You drop your towel and clothes on the bathroom floor and step out quickly towards her. You quickly hold your palm against her plump lips to silence her. "Not so loud."
She grabs your wrist, pulling her mouth free. "Our parents are out, calm down." But then she uses the leverage to yank you forward, right into her arms. "Maybe you should make it up to me."
"Sullyoon." You chastise. Boundaries exist for a reason, and doing this out here in the hallway is not what you agreed. You pry her away and walk back into the bathroom.
She follows each step, and as soon as you turn back to close the door, she's already slipping through and closing it herself. Before you have a chance to protest, Sullyoon's hands grab your face and bring you into a fierce kiss. She wastes no time sliding her tongue between your lips, demanding entry. You resist for only half a second before giving in fully, allowing yourself to become consumed by her passionate embrace. Her fingers grasp tufts of your hair tightly, tugging at the strands gently enough that it sends pleasant shivers running down your spine instead of hurting.
"The hell are you doing?" You eventually ask when she breaks away from your mouth, albeit reluctantly.
"Making up for lost time," she whispers as she slips down to her knees, grabbing the sides of your shorts.
You panic. "Hey, hey—" you exclaim as you stop her. She looks at you confused as to why you aren't happy with getting blown. She furrows her brows and then forcefully tugs them down. Your soft cock springs free, hanging mere inches from her waiting lips. Sullyoon licks them in anticipation while keeping her eyes trained solely upon yours.
But that's when she notices something.
There's a brief moment where the two of you lock gazes; where there should be nothing but lust swimming amidst those hazel irises, there is concern. She inhales sharply, catching a scent which throws her into alert mode. You can practically see the gears turning within her brain.
She stands up immediately, stares you dead in the eyes and says, "What the fuck is that?"
"What?"
"Don't play dumb with me, dumbass. You smell like sex and there's lipstick on your cock."
Shit.
"Belle!" Sullyoon calls as she marches back down the hall, bursting into your bedroom. You almost stumble over your shorts and rush to pull them back up to your waist. You dash behind her, terrified at what will happen next.
You round the corner into your room and Sullyoon is standing at the foot of your bed. Belle has her phone in hand, still lying in bed, with the covers up to her chest.
"Slut!" Sullyoon snaps.
"Excuse me?" Belle sits up straight, clutching the duvet to cover herself up properly, glaring back at your sister angrily.
"You heard me. Stay the fuck away from him. He's mine. My brother."
You wince in the silence. Belle just stares at the furious Sullyoon while the gears turn in her mind. Glancing back and forth between the two of you, she's clearly piecing it together. She smirks and then chuckles. "Oh my god! You're fucking him!"
"That's none of your business." Sullyoon retorts sharply.
"Now it all makes sense," she says while pointing her finger and waggling it between you and Sullyoon. "Do I threaten you?"
"No." Sullyoon lies, rather poorly.
"That's cute," Belle laughs. "So, what, you're in love with your brother?"
"No!" Sullyoon snaps, more assured of herself that time. "That's gross."
Belle gives you a look. "So it's just about the sex? What's the big deal?" She asks bluntly. "Clearly he has a type." She gestures to you and smirks again. "There's enough of him to share."
Sullyoon scoffs at her proposal. "Share?" she repeats incredulously. She glances back at you and you offer nothing but a shrug in reply. "Absolutely not," Sullyoon responds firmly.
"Why?" Belle questions innocently.
"I don't wanna."
"Come on," Belle whines, letting her frustration show for once. She throws up her hands dramatically as she argues passionately, "Look, I understand wanting to keep him all to yourself, believe me! He's adorable." As she speaks, her eyes rake up and down your body appreciatively, making heat rise to your face rapidly. "I'm not trying to steal him or anything. Actually, we might just have more in common than you think."
Sullyoon rolls her eyes. "Unbelievable," she sighs.
"Just picture it," Belle insists. "The three of us, here, together."
"What are you suggesting, exactly?" Sullyoon crosses her arms. She isn't going anywhere.
"A threesome."
"Belle..." you caution, but it goes unheard.
"You can even go first," Belle offers casually.
This is ridiculous. Completely absurd. You watch the scene unfold in disbelief. Sullyoon appears to mull the proposition over, her foot tapping impatiently against the carpet as she thinks. There's no way she will agree. Not in a million years would she even consider such a thing... Right?
Sullyoon closes her eyes briefly and inhales deeply through her nose before exhaling slowly. She looks between both of you several times until she finally meets your gaze again and nods decisively. "Fine. Let's do this. Right here, right now." Her tone has turned resolute, decisive, confident, and bordering on cocky.
Your mouth falls agape. Is this really happening?
"Wait. Really?" Belle seems equally shocked by this sudden change. Apparently neither one of you expected her acquiescence quite this quickly or easily.
You look between the two girls. Back and forth. They're doing the same. It's this strange triangle of hesitancy and confusion.
"So how do we...?" Sullyoon trails off, obviously unsure as to how things work from this point forward. She's used to your shared normal, your routine; just the two of you having sex. Spontaneity demands creativity.
"I don't know. It's kinda..." You chime in but don't know how to explain it.
Belle rolls her eyes at the two of you. "Oh my god. Come on." She scoots closer toward the edge of the bed, pulling the duvet away. It slides off her shoulders revealing the perfect curve of her bare breasts. It's not like you've forgotten the sight of them not long ago (nothing about Belle is forgettable) but it sure does hit differently under the context of the situation. She gestures to the bed behind her. "If you two want to fuck, just fuck."
Sullyoon shoots daggers at Belle but still decides to approach regardless. When she reaches you, she grabs your hand roughly and drags you onto the mattress with her. It's all so easy, so natural, falling into a tangle of limbs with her. Even if Belle is watching, even if she's sitting right there. None of that matters anymore because once your mouths collide, everything else fades into insignificance.
You taste the sweetness of her saliva. Feel the warmth radiating off her skin. Smell her familiar perfume, lavender and honey. She's all around you, encasing you completely and enveloping you entirely until all that remains is her. The kiss grows more intense, tongues wrestling as she straddles your lap and grinds her crotch down onto yours eagerly. Desperately seeking relief from the throbbing between her legs.
Then her fingers snake beneath your shirt and lift it over your head, breaking contact. She flings the clothing across the room carelessly before returning the attention to your lips once more. As she leans in for another embrace, you remember exactly where you are, who's there with you, and why they're here.
"Belle—" you start, breaking away mid-kiss. You gesture to her awkwardly as Sullyoon starts mouthing at your neck.
"Mmm?" She answers as she crawls towards your outstretched hand.
"Are you okay with this?"
She takes it upon herself to grab hold of your wrist and guide your palm right onto her naked breast, guiding it around with her own grip. She holds you there until you get the memo, massaging it gently between your digits whilst rubbing her fingertip atop your finger delicately, coaxing you to tweak her erect nipple. "Very," she finally replies.
"This is so weird," Sullyoon remarks, lifting away from your shoulder as Belle moves to her side and perches on her knees.
"It was already weird before I got involved," Belle jokes back, giving you a mischievous grin. She brings her free hand up to cup Sullyoon's cheek.
Sullyoon shies away, "I won't kiss you."
"I wouldn't expect it."
They look at each other for a moment, as if silently coming to some kind of understanding that transcends verbal language altogether. After a few more seconds pass by without further incident, you see them exchange conspiratorial smirks, as though they were sharing some hilarious joke at your expense.
Sullyoon pulls her top over her head, while Belle makes a move at your shorts. For the second time this morning, she's pulling your cock free from them, only this time, she's presenting it to Sullyoon. Her hand wraps around the shaft and starts to jerk it up and down, eliciting a low moan out of you which catches their collective attention. Belle smiles slyly.
In her delicate lace bra, Sullyoon lowers her head, opens her mouth and presents her tongue. Belle presses your tip onto her tongue and Sullyoon is quick to lap at it hungrily. She slides her hands up along your thighs, gripping firmly as she takes you deeper.
"That's hot," Belle murmurs softly, still pumping you.
All you can do is bite your lip and watch as your stepsisters service your length together, competing for its pleasure and attention. They swap turns, passing you back and forth while occasionally meeting in the middle, sucking along either side. It's a little awkward, the way they get in each other's way, but somehow that makes it hotter. Seeing their cheeks squish together, heads bump and lips brush accidentally while fighting for dominance over your dick.
At one point, when Sullyoon has sucked you all the way to the hilt, you notice Belle burying her fingers into Sullyoon's hair. Then the hand slides further, until it cups the back of your sister's head. Then she pushes, holding her in place while she swallows your entire length. Sullyoon panics at first, spluttering slightly against your shaft before she relaxes, settling into the gag, taking it for a bit longer before Belle releases her.
"Fuck!" Sullyoon gasps once she has the freedom to breathe. Strings of spittle connecting her open mouth to the tip of your cock. "Why?"
"Because it's hot," Belle shrugs.
"She's right," you manage to groan out. "Very hot."
"See?" Belle states triumphantly. She places her hand behind your sister's head again, "So do it again."
Sullyoon doesn't put up any resistance. Belle pushes her down, holding her down again as you enter deep into the wet confines of her throat. Sullyoon grips tightly at the flesh of your thighs and tries to relax her body. Despite the initial discomfort, there's no denying that having someone else dictate the terms of her oral servitude adds another layer of eroticism to the whole affair. Belle lets her resurface with a deep gasp for air, spit smeared across her chin, a thin strand dangling precariously between the underside of your erection and the tip of her tongue.
"Look at how pretty you are like that," Belle coos condescendingly while stroking Sullyoon's hair affectionately, almost lovingly even. In spite of everything else, the humiliation of being reduced to such an object, you catch Sullyoon blushing at the praise. Even more shocking, Sullyoon seems to lean into her caresses willingly.
"You've made her blush, Belle." You joke lightly, breaking some tension. It earns a glare from Sullyoon. The humour is short-lived.
After another couple of rounds, during which you have to fight every instinct within yourself not to cum in either of their mouths, Belle asks, "Can I see you ride him?"
One thing is becoming clear: Belle loves to watch.
Sullyoon sits up and wipes the excess saliva from her jawline with the back of her wrist, still panting slightly from being choked so thoroughly. After regaining some composure, she merely nods her consent. There's an underlying tension, however subtle, woven throughout their interaction now but a hint of mutual respect borne from seeing the other's ability to please you so well.
As Sullyoon stands, Belle seems to ponder. On her knees, staring at her sister's body, as if admiring every aspect of her figure; slender legs, tight waist, and cute ass. You get it. You've been there. Gawking at Sullyoon from afar, stealing glances while nobody notices, fantasising about those very curves. And yet it's surreal seeing somebody else experiencing it in front of you.
When Belle speaks up, she points to Sullyoon's shorts. "May I?"
"Go ahead," Sullyoon mutters nonchalantly, almost absentmindedly. Her full focus seems to revolve around climbing onto your lap. Meanwhile, Belle carefully peels away the fabric that clings to Sullyoon's lower body, easing her out of them until her legs come free. In a series of graceful motions, Belle has exposed Sullyoon down to nothing—helped because Sullyoon never wears underwear in the house.
As Sullyoon settles over your hips, resting on her knees, Belle crawls up next to you, positioning herself comfortably alongside your body. She props herself upright, leaning sideways against your torso for support. With a finger, she traces shapes across your chest, drawing abstract patterns into your skin idly while keeping her eyes locked exclusively forward, entranced by Sullyoon above you.
She takes hold of your dick at its base. Taking her time to drag both it and herself against each other, exchanging spit and slick fluids that coat them. There's a little sway and rotation to her hips, teasing incessantly until the anticipation threatens to drive you mad. The soft skin of her tummy looks so tasty from here, rising and falling slowly as she breathes and moving as she rolls her body.
There comes a point where enough is enough.
Just as you reach to grab yourself and guide it inside of her, Belle stretches her hand down between Sullyoon's legs and takes hold of your cock instead. She slaps your tip against your sister's swollen clit. Up and down, hitting the sensitive button repeatedly. All it takes is one errant flick downwards, however accidental (or not), and now your cockhead is nestled snugly into Sullyoon's entrance.
Belle draws her palm back up over your body. "Sorry, my bad," she giggles. Except you know better, seeing the smug twinkle that sparkles behind her irises. Before you can say anything more, Sullyoon succumbs to gravity and the pleasure it brings. Her hips sink down. Accepting inch after inch of you inside of her welcoming pussy until every last bit fits snuggly within her walls. She groans quietly.
It's all so familiar—the sensation of being enveloped by her velvety folds—but still wonderful nonetheless.
The shift of pressure when she begins to grind on top of you reminds you of those many times in the evening darkness, those instances when all that mattered was staying silent. Now you have an audience. Somebody watching intently from your side.
Belle watches the action unfold, a gasp here and giggle there. Sullyoon's body arches back subtly whilst she rocks her pelvis back and forth rhythmically atop yours. Her eyelids droop heavily as ecstasy surges through her veins, causing goosebumps to prickle over her smooth flesh as she rides.
"You like riding your brother's dick?"
"Y-Yes," Sullyoon stutters out, too preoccupied to register fully what she said. This sets off the deviant in Belle. You sense her growing bolder, more confident with her lecherous remarks knowing they'll be met with little to no resistance.
"You gonna cum on it?"
"Yes!" Sullyoon cries. Every downward motion presses her clit against your pubic bone, sending waves rippling through her petite frame. You grip her waist firmly, helping her. Her ass collides loudly against your thighs when she bottoms out each time. There's hardly any need for you to buck your hips and meet her.
"Yeah, you love fucking your stepbrother, don't you?"
Sullyoon only whimpers. Whatever argument or shame she might muster has fallen prey to her own desires. Now that she's been given permission—to indulge these fantasies openly with others—it appears as though she'll never go back. How can anyone turn away from such bliss?
And to your own amazement, neither of you seems fazed by the fact Belle bears witness to everything transpiring before her eyes.
"So dirty. Such a bad girl." Belle's tone is sultry sweet like honey dripping off a spoon. She leans closer and plants her lips against yours softly. It takes a second, a single heartbeat passing in silence where your tongue darts forward to greet hers. Suddenly the kiss has become something fierce and passionate—an exchange filled entirely with unbridled hunger that knows nothing besides passion itself. Nothing exists beyond its carnal needs right now except for maybe one thing...
An explosion erupts deep within Sullyoon; an eruption so violent that it causes her entire form to shake uncontrollably atop you. Her moans fill your bedroom, and her whole body draws tense before collapsing limply upon you like a marionette whose strings had just been cut loose by some unseen force. She quivers and writhes atop your throbbing shaft.
"Must be one hell of a ride," Belle comments through laboured breaths.
"Find out for yourself," you respond, matching her energy.
"Mmmm," she purrs thoughtfully whilst absentmindedly tracing circles across Sullyoon's exposed backside. "Let's switch, 'kay?"
You're quick to respond. Grabbing onto Sullyoon's ass cheeks, digging your fingertips firmly into each supple mound as you hoist her upwards. Your cock slips effortlessly free, causing a shudder to run through you both simultaneously before pulling apart completely. A mixture of sexual fluids oozes messily down her thighs when you set her aside on the mattress.
Now it's Belle's turn.
The atmosphere shifts drastically as she straddles you. Where previously things had taken on this languid dreamlike state—with Sullyoon's gentle undulations atop your cock, punctuated by moans echoing throughout the room—now the urgency returns anew.
Once Belle has mounted you correctly, sinking down until she reaches hilt-deep within herself, then she starts gyrating wildly. Hips rolling furiously fast and grinding her sex hard against yours, driving you deeper than ever before.
Her tits bounce deliciously from the impacts and her lips purse prettily with exertion. From nothing to everything in the blink of an eye. She's leaning over you, pressing her forehead against yours and staring right into your soul as she rides your cock mercilessly. And those eyes—those beautifully smokey eyes—are burning with lustful fervour.
Belle's hot breath mingles sweetly together amidst the haze surrounding you two. Then her lips crash against yours in a searing kiss that steals away whatever remaining oxygen you have left within your lungs. Tongues dance between teeth, entwining passionately against one another until you're forced apart by necessity.
"How is he?" Sullyoon speaks up. She sounds remarkably coherent despite appearing like a spent mess lying sprawled out beside you two.
"Fucking huge," Belle gasps in response without breaking stride. Her pace doesn't slow at all, if anything she speeds up even more in defiance to accommodate your size better. Her voice wavers slightly when she speaks again. "He feels so good," she murmurs softly against your earlobe.
"Give me his face," Sullyoon demands, crawling closer to you, propping her body upright next to your head. Once her hands cup your cheeks and tilt your face up, she swings a leg over your head and positions her snatch directly above your mouth. Then she descends downwards gently, pressing herself flush against your lips.
As soon as contact occurs between tongue and slit, Sullyoon jolts upright suddenly as bolts shoot straight towards her core. Eagerly lapping away at her glistening cunt causes a ripple effect throughout her whole physique, making her hips gyrate involuntarily against your open mouth.
Belle continues slamming herself down hard atop you, rocking your entire foundation relentlessly. She throws her head backwards as the momentum builds steadily higher and higher. Unrestrained groans spill freely from her throat unchecked as pleasure overwhelms every other rational thought inside her brain. Meanwhile, you feast on the nectar that flows forth copiously from your step-sister's pussy, savouring the ambrosia coating thickly around your tongue as you slurp it greedily down.
Time loses meaning while submerged beneath the sea of sensations cascading over you ceaselessly—nothing existing beyond the confines of flesh pounding against flesh nor the taste saturating every inch of your being.
You claw for some sort of respite, finding your fingers digging into Sullyoon's ass as a makeshift warning of the feeling in your body. You're close but they won't stop, in fact, Belle works harder.
Your cock spasms violently inside of Belle's convulsing sex. Simultaneously, she's screaming something incomprehensible—not quite words necessarily but definitely conveying something meaningful nonetheless. The surge of euphoria crashes through you like waves crashing upon the shore during a stormy night—ferociously crashing through every fibre of your being with unrestrained vigour. Cum floods her depths in hot thick spurts and her body tenses rigidly, shaking fiercely whilst gripping tightly onto you for stability. Sullyoon trembles too, twitching sporadically and squealing loudly through clenched teeth before eventually slumping forward once again, collapsing heavily upon your face while riding out her orgasmic peak alongside yours.
Seconds feel like minutes, minutes seem like hours.
Eventually, the intensity fades, replaced instead by gentle numbness which fills the void afterwards. You lay there, breathing raggedly—heart hammering heavily within ribcage and sweat trickling down skin dampened thoroughly, amongst bodily fluids staining sheets soaked in evidence of prior debauchery. Eventually, your sisters roll off of you.
Silence prevails for several long moments afterwards. No sound penetrates beyond shallow breaths. Nobody says anything; no words need be uttered aloud to express emotions present right now anyway.
***
Three days later, you wake up in bed, sandwiched between your sisters. Legs intertwined, warm skin brushing against one another and soft chests pillowing against your sides. Asleep.
This isn't unusual—not anymore. How quickly it has all become routine to sleep squished between them.
It's also not weird or uncomfortable. At least, you try to convince yourself of that. Because otherwise...well...
You decide not to finish the thought. Instead, you opt to focus solely on enjoying the sensation of having both beautiful girls wrapped snugly around you. Revel in their warmth and breathe deeply their scent. Cherish this dirty, taboo arrangement for all it's worth. There will surely come a day when everything falls apart; when reality inevitably comes knocking at the door. But until then, why not indulge?
💫ᝰ.ᐟ teehee my first headcanons!! hope you guys like :3 lemme know if you want more fics like this.
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Lily !
﴾﴿ gf!Lily loves when you both come home from a long day, just to be in each other's company, free of the judgement of the world so you can be yourselves.
﴾﴿ gf!Lily loves telling you about the books she's read recently in her free time while you listen to her fondly because hearing her voice is your favorite pastime. You can listen to her for hours.
﴾﴿ gf!Lily holds your hand when you're going to bed, just a comforting little habit she has. you don't mind it, infact you love it when you get to hold her hand and close your eyes dreaming about the woman besides you.
Haewon !
﴾﴿ gf!Haewon is so energetic and a whole ball of energy. She likes to try new things with you and that's what you like about her—her strong and fearless personality, it's what makes her attractive. You can't help but smile when you see her eyes light up with a new interest.
﴾﴿ gf!Haewon may be a strong woman but you like it when she comes to you for grounding, even though she doesn't need a knight in shining armor to come save her. Being the leader of a kpop group is not easy so when she comes to you to vent, you listen to her as best as you can.
﴾﴿ gf!Haewon tends to move around in her sleep a lot. You insist you don't mind, and you don't because everytime when you wake up whether she sideways, upsidedown or diagonal, she's still clunged to you. In a way that makes you happy, subconsciously she still wants to be connected to you even if she's moving about.
Sullyoon !
﴾﴿ gf!Yoona loves going on dates with you whether it's picnics, dinners, trips to the store or even in Minecraft, wherever it is she enjoys them. You like making her smile and hearing her laugh on these said dates, you love seeing her happy.
﴾﴿ gf!Yoona secretly likes when you spoil her with cute little dresses and shoes or whatever gifts you buy her. She may say that you don't need to do it but she feels the love and thought put into it when you do buy her gifts, it warms her heart when you buy her stuff thinking about her.
﴾﴿ gf!Yoona has a silly side and you love to see it. She may not show that side to others often but when she's with you she feels safe to be herself. And you tend to keep it that way for the rest of your lives together.
Bae !
﴾﴿ gf!Jinsol may not seem like the type but she's actually very caring and generous. She likes buying you small little gifts; so new things like matching jewelry, notebooks and pens, snacks, and keychains appear around your house at random times. You never expected to be spoiled in ways like this but you like it, it makes you feel warm.
﴾﴿ gf!Jinsol likes making you laugh, she loves to hear the sound of your genuine happiness, she loves that she can make you feel that way. You two both have many inside jokes that sound bizarre to people on the outside but you rather have it that way. Just something for the two of you.
﴾﴿ gf!Jinsol cuddles you like you're a stuffed animal, holding you close and tightly when you're in bed. She likes the warmth of another person, she wants to be as close to you as she can. You don't feel the need to take that away from her, you actually welcome her with open arms.
Jiwoo !
﴾﴿ gf!Jiwoo loves spending time with you every moment she gets. She may get a little clingy but that's what you love about her. She's never overbearing, always mindful of your feelings.
﴾﴿ gf!Jiwoo loves roasted sweet potatoes, you like buying her some as a treat and you love watching the way her eyes light up when she takes a bite. She's all too adorable.
﴾﴿ gf!Jiwoo makes you feel loved any time opportunity gives her a chance which is almost all the time. She's never not making you feel appreciated, and sometimes you get emotional because of that. She likes teasing you about that, teehee.
Kyujin !
﴾﴿ gf!Kyujin is almost like a cat, she's cute and almost unpredictable. She may look like a mean girl at times with her styling, but she such a softie at heart.
﴾﴿ gf!Kyujin likes to keep things neat so when you come home to your place being organized you can't help but thank her in kisses which she accepts gratefully. You also don't forget to spoil her with gifts as an additional thank you—she says it's not necessary, and yet a few new pairs of sunglasses end up on her doorstep anyway.
﴾﴿ gf!Kyujin likes to snuggle up against you on the couch while watching a movie. Your arm wrapped around her while she snuggles into your neck, breathing in your fresh scent. It's comforting to have her presence by your side.
──── ( 🍨 ) “your relationship with sullyoon was built on silence—on swallowed feelings, avoided conversations, and the unspoken understanding that she would always bend first. until one night, after months of feeling unwanted, sullyoon decides she’s done being the easy one to love. Suddenly, the girl who could barely ask for reassurance starts pushing boundaries, testing your patience, and demanding the kind of devotion she’s terrified you’ll never truly give her.”
the brightness of your phone illuminates your face as you scroll through instagram reels—dogs dancing in circles, baristas pouring latte art shaped like tigers, a woman in tokyo flipping pancakes with impossible precision. you’re only half-watching. your thumb taps the screen rhythmically, a mechanical gesture that keeps your hands busy while your mind wanders in the quiet of your bedroom.
you’re waiting for sullyoon.
she’s in the bathroom, soaking in a bath you ran for her earlier, the one where she’d sighed into your shoulder like a contented cat and said, “you always know when i need it.” she’d kissed your cheek, fingers interlaced with yours, and then disappeared behind the steam-laced door, leaving you with the scent of jasmine and the dim glow of fairy lights draped over the bedpost.
now, the room is still. the ac hums a soft, sleepy song. your back aches faintly from leaning against the headboard too long, and your eyes sting from the screen’s sharp light. you squint, lowering the brightness, but don’t put the phone down. it’s not that you’re avoiding thinking about her—she’s all you’ve been thinking about since she walked into the apartment two hours ago, laughing, hair damp from the sudden rainstorm, her jacket clinging to her shoulders like a second skin.
you were supposed to go out tonight. dinner, maybe a walk along the river. but the sky cracked open, and sullyoon, ever spontaneous, declared, “let’s stay in. i’ll be your weather.”
and now, here you are. waiting.
then, a shift.
a warmth spreads across your shoulders. gentle, firm fingers press into the knot beneath your left shoulder blade, then release in slow circles. you freeze, breath catching, not from discomfort but from the sudden immersion in sensation—like a dream where something familiar happens just outside the rules of reality.
you don’t need to turn around to know it’s her.
the scent arrives next—floral and vanilla, sweet but grounded, like candied lavender dipped in cream. sullyoon. no one else smells like that. no perfume, just her body after a bath, the oil you both use on her skin, the tea she sipped earlier—chamomile with a drizzle of honey. it wraps around you, intimate and safe.
“mmmh,” comes her voice behind you, low and playful. “tense.”
your throat tightens. “you scared me.”
“i know.” her laugh is close, warm against the shell of your ear. one hand glides up to cradle the back of your neck while the other continues its slow massage. “but you’re always tense. even when you’re doing nothing.”
“i’m not doing nothing,” you murmur, but you set the phone aside anyway, letting it sink into the downy comforter.
“watching other people live their lives doesn’t count.”
she’s right. you know she’s right. but you don’t argue. you tilt your head forward slightly, giving her better access, and she responds instantly, her thumbs finding the dip at the base of your skull. you sigh, long and deep, feeling something release inside you like a coiled spring finally relaxing.
sullyoon leans into you then, her chest against your back, her chin resting on your shoulder. her damp hair tickles your neck. she’s still wrapped in the towel—probably just thrown it around her when she stepped out, impatient, eager to be near you.
“bored?” she asks, watching the screen flicker with another dancing rabbit.
“a little.”
“me too.”
that surprises you. sullyoon, bored? sullyoon, who can turn laundry into a performance art piece, who once spent an entire evening naming the pigeons that gathered on your balcony? the woman who once claimed to have felt the universe expand while eating a particularly good peach?
“you?” you turn your head slightly to look at her. her face is soft in the screen’s glow—pale skin luminous, lips parted, eyes sparkling with something mischievous.
she nods, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “we’ve been doing the same thing for weeks. work, home, dinner, bath, bed. repeat. i love you, but i miss… spark.”
you turn fully now, facing her, though she stays perched behind you, her hands slipping down your arms. “what kind of spark?”
she bites her lip, thinking. then her eyes brighten. “let’s play a game.”
“like… monopoly?”
she laughs, smacking your shoulder lightly. “no. something fun. something new.”
“you’re being vague.”
“i like being vague,” she murmurs, shifting closer, her bare knee pressing into the mattress beside your hip. “it makes things more interesting.”
you swallow. when sullyoon gets like this—playful, electric, almost daring—it’s impossible not to feel the air change. it’s not just chemistry. it’s something deeper, hotter, a current that runs beneath everything you’ve built together.
you’ve been lovers for over a year. known each other for three. best friends long before the first kiss—a midnight confession that came after too much wine and a conversation about heartbreaks that weren’t yours but felt like they were. you remember it too clearly: her hand on yours, her voice trembling, “what if i want you to be my next heartbreak?”
you kissed her before she could take it back.
and ever since, the line between love and obsession has blurred in the soft spaces between breaths.
so when she whispers, “... i want you to fuck me with one of your strap–ons,” you don’t laugh. you don’t even blink.
she leaned in slowly, tilting her head to the side as she parted her soft, pink lips slightly. A faint, nervous breath escaped her as she closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment and the anticipation of your kiss.
as your lips met hers, she felt a spark, a gentle electricity that sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. she melted into the kiss, her body relaxing and molding against yours as she savored the intimate contact. sullyoon’s hands tentatively came up to rest on your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as she deepened the kiss, her inexperienced yet eager mouth moving against yours.
a soft, muffled sound of pleasure escaped her as she lost herself in the sensation, in the feeling of being held, desired, and cherished. in that moment, all traces of her usual boldness and bravado faded away, leaving behind a girl who was shy, submissive, and completely at your mercy. It was a new side of sullyoon, one she rarely showed, but one she was more than willing to explore with you.
the kiss deepened, and sullyoon felt herself getting lost in the sensation of your lips moving against hers. a soft, needy whimper escaped her throat as she melted further into your embrace, her slender body now pressing fully against yours. her slender fingers tightened their grip on your shirt, bunching the fabric as she clung to you, anchoring herself to you.
as the kiss finally broke, sullyoon’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy and filled with a newfound, tentative desire. she licked her lips, tasting the lingering essence of you, and a shy, almost coy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“wow…” she breathed out softly, a blush coloring her cheeks a deeper shade of pink. “that was... wow. i never knew kissing could feel like that."
a smile tugs at your lips as you hear sullyoon’s bold yet still shy declaration, feeling happy knowing that she was enjoying things despite experiencing everything for the first time. “we’ll start slowly, okay, love?”
sullyoon nodded, her eyes wide and trusting as she gazed up at you. a shy smile played at the corners of her lips, and she bit her lower lip nervously. “o–okay, (y/n). i trust you completely. let’s… let’s start slow, just like you said.”
she took a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. it was a new feeling for her, this sense of anticipation mixed with trepidation. but she was determined to see this through, to be the cute, submissive girl you wanted her to be.
sullyoon’s fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt as she sat there, perched on the edge of your bed. she kept her gaze lowered, peeking up at you through long, dark lashes. the room was filled with a comfortable silence, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.
she waited for your lead, her body language closed off but not defensive, her expression open and receptive. sullyoon was ready to follow your guidance, to let you set the pace and guide her through this new, intimate experience. in that moment, she was completely at your mercy, a shy and willing canvas for you to paint with your desires.
sullyoon sat quietly, her slender body poised and attentive as she awaited your instructions. As you began to slowly walk around her, she felt a flutter of nervous anticipation. she kept her gaze lowered, long lashes casting shadows over her blushing cheeks as she sensed your presence circling her.
you paused behind her, and she tensed slightly, hyper–aware of your proximity. the air seemed to crackle with a new kind of energy, a charge that made the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. she wanted to look back at you, to seek your gaze, but she resisted the urge, determined to be the picture of shy, submissive obedience.
sullyoon’s breath hitched as she felt your fingers lightly brush against her shoulder, a feather,–light touch that sent a shiver cascading down her spine. she fought the instinct to pull away, instead forcing herself to sit still and accept your touch, to savor the intimate contact.
as your hands began to explore the contours of her body, mapping out the gentle curves and slender lines, sullyoon couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh. your touch was so gentle, so reverent, almost worshipful in its intent. it was a new kind of intimacy, one that made her feel cherished and desired in a way she had never experienced before.
she bit her lip to stifle a moan as your fingers traced the delicate line of her collarbone, skimming over the smooth, warm skin. sullyoon’s heart raced in her chest, pounding against her ribs like a prisoner desperate for freedom. but she made no move to stop you, instead surrendering completely to the sensation of your hands on her body.
as your hands continued their worship, sullyoon found herself melting under your touch. Her body, once tense and anxious, began to relax and yield to your caress. she could feel every nerve ending sparking to life, every inch of her skin tingling with newfound sensitivity.
sullyoon’s breath grew shallower, her chest rising and falling in quick, quiet gasps as your fingers traced the swell of her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. she ached to feel your touch directly on her skin, to be bared completely to your admiring gaze. the thought sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through her, pooling low in her belly.
she couldn’t help but arch slightly into your touch as your hands slid down her sides, mapping out the narrowness of her waist and the gentle flare of her hips. it was a silent plea for more, a wordless request for you to claim her, to make her yours.
sullyoon’s mind grew hazy, her thoughts clouded with the intensity of the new sensations coursing through her. she had never been touched like this before, with such raw, almost desperate reverence. it was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she found herself craving more, always more.
sullyoon let out a soft, shuddering sigh as your hands slid lower, your fingers splaying across the curve of her hips. she could feel the heat of your palms searing through the thin fabric of her skirt, the warmth sinking into her skin and setting her nerves alight with anticipation.
almost unconsciously, her own hands came up to cover yours, slender fingers intertwining with your own as she guided your touch. it was a silent plea, a wordless request for you to continue, to explore every inch of her body with the same reverent intensity.
as your hands smoothed over the backs of her thighs, sullyoon’s head lolled back, her long hair spilling across her shoulders in a dark, silky waterfall. her lips parted slightly, a breathy little moan escaping her as she lost herself in the sensation of your touch. the sound hung in the air between you, a testament to the effect your caress had on her, a tangible reminder of the power you held over her in that moment.
sullyoon’s heart raced, pounding against her ribs like a wild, caged thing. she felt the world around her falling away, the rest of the world fading into a distant, unimportant haze. there was only you, only the heat of your body close to hers, only the electric charge that seemed to crackle and snap between every point of contact.
as your hands slid higher, skimming over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, sullyoon’s breath caught in her throat. she could feel the anticipation coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of her stomach, a delicious tension that made her squirm almost imperceptibly on the bed.
sullyoon shivered as your fingers trailed along her inner thigh, the sensitive skin there prickling with goosebumps in the wake of your touch. her heart hammered wildly in her chest, a staccato rhythm that pulsed hotly through her veins. the anticipation was building to a fever pitch within her, a desperate, aching need that she couldn't quite name but could feel growing more intense with each passing second.
she swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry and tight. it was getting harder to focus on anything but the feeling of your hands on her skin, the way your touch seemed to ignite every nerve ending until she was a live wire, thrumming with pent–up energy. sullyoon’s breath came in short, sharp little gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to maintain some semblance of composure.
as your hands slid higher, your fingers brushing against the lacy edge of her panties, sullyoon couldn’t hold back the needy whimper that escaped her lips. it was a sound of pure, unadulterated desire, a plea for more, for everything you could give her. her hips twitched, a tiny, unconscious movement that spoke of her body's desperate craving for your touch.
sullyoon’s eyes fluttered shut, long lashes casting shadows over her flushed cheeks as she lost herself in the sensation of your hands on her most intimate places. she could feel the heat of your breath on her skin, the weight of your gaze as you drank in the sight of her, and it made her feel cherished, adored, desired in a way she had never experienced before.
as your hands continued their worship, sullyoon found herself drowning in a sea of new sensations, each touch stoking the flames of her desire until she was consumed by it. she could feel every inch of her skin tingling, every nerve ending sparking with electricity as your fingers traced patterns and paths over her trembling flesh.
sullyoon’s mind grew hazy, her thoughts scattering like leaves in a hurricane as she lost herself in the intensity of the moment. the world around her faded away, until there was nothing but the feeling of your hands on her body, the heat of your breath on her skin, and the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears.
sullyoon’s breath hitched as your fingers grazed the damp lace of her panties, a jolt of electricity shooting through her at the contact. her head lolled back, long hair spilling over her shoulders as a choked moan tumbled from her lips. the anticipation was building to a fever pitch within her, a desperate, aching need that consumed her entire being.
“(y/n)... please …” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. it was a plea, a silent cry for more, for everything you could give her. sullyoon’s hips lifted slightly off the bed, a wordless invitation, a desperate offering of herself to you.
sullyoon’s body trembled as your fingers slipped beneath the delicate lace of her panties, her slick heat greeting you like a long–lost lover. a strangled moan tore from her throat, her back arching off the bed as your touch sent shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through her. Her nails dug into the sheets beneath her, grasping for something solid to anchor herself to as the world spun headily around her.
“baby… touch me, please?” she gasped out, her voice raw and desperate, thick with the need that consumed her. sullyoon’s hips undulated instinctively, seeking more of your touch, craving the delicious friction only you could provide. the ache between her thighs was insistent, demanding, and she knew with bone–deep certainty that only you could alleviate it.
sullyoon’s skin was flushed and fevered, her pulse pounding wildly beneath your fingertips as you explored the slick, silken folds of her most intimate place. she was swollen and sensitive, her body’s reaction to your touch unmistakable. soft, breathy whimpers and mewls spilled from her lips as you teased her, stoking the flames of her desire until she was drowning in a sea of sensation.
“more… please, (y/n). i need more.” sullyoon pleaded, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush. her eyes, hazy and dark with lust, locked onto yours, silently begging you to claim her, to take her, to make her yours in every way imaginable. she was a live wire, crackling with electricity, and she needed you to ground her, to tame her, to bring her back down to earth with the force of your passion.
sullyoon’s slender legs trembled, the muscles quivering with a desperate need for release as your fingers teased and explored her most intimate places. her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort to breathe, to think, to do anything but be consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that radiated outwards from your touch.
“please, (y/n)...” she whimpered, her voice breaking on a particularly sharp moan as your thumb circled the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex. “please… i need…– i need you inside me. i need to feel you, all of you...please, please…”
sullyoon’s hips bucked up against your hand, seeking more of that delicious pressure, that exquisite friction that only your touch could provide. her slick walls clenched around your fingers, drawing you in deeper, silently begging you to fill the aching emptiness within her.
sullyoon’s skin was slick with a sheen of sweat, her hair a wild mane of dark silk splayed out across the rumpled sheets. her eyes, dark and hooded, were fixed on yours, blazing with a hunger that stole your breath and set your own blood aflame. in that moment, she looked every inch the wanton, desperate creature — a far cry from the shy, submissive girl she had been just moments before.
but even as she lost herself in the throes of passion, even as her body moved with a mind of its own, seeking pleasure and release, sullyoon’s gaze remained locked with yours. there was a silent plea in those dark, fathomless eyes, a desperate, wordless begging for you to claim her, to take her, to make her yours in every way imaginable.
her heart raced, a staccato rhythm that pounded against her ribs as if trying to break free, to beat its way out of her chest and into yours. It was a primal, animalistic sound — the sound of a girl on the verge of losing herself completely, of surrendering her last shreds of control and giving herself over entirely to the carnal pleasures of the flesh.
sullyoon’s thighs clenched, the ache between them throbbing with renewed intensity at the promise of being filled so completely by you. “i want to feel you, all of you, (y/n). i want you to...to take me, to claim me, to make me yours in every way possible.”
she sat up slowly, long hair falling in tousled waves around her shoulders as she watched you retrieve the strap–on from your closet. the sight of you holding it, the thick, girthy length and girth of it, made sullyoon’s mouth go dry and her core clench with anticipation. she knew, with a bone–deep certainty, that you would use it to bring her to heights of ecstasy she had never known before.
sullyoon stood on shaky legs, the urge to run and hide momentarily replaced by a desperate, aching need to feel you inside her, to be one with you in the most intimate way possible. she watched, heart pounding, as you stepped into the harness and secured it around your hips, the thick shaft jutting out obscenely, a promise of the pleasure to come.
as you turned to face her, a slow, wicked grin spreading across your face, sullyoon felt her knees go weak. she had to remind herself to breathe, to drag air into her lungs as she gazed at you, at the picture of raw, primal sexuality you presented. in that moment, she knew with absolute certainty that she was yours, completely and utterly, no matter what you might ask of her.
sullyoon’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed upon your dominant form, the strap–on jutting out obscenely from your hips, a thick, girthy promise of the pleasure to come. She could feel her own arousal growing, her core clenching and fluttering at the mere sight of you, so powerful and in control. it was a heady, intoxicating feeling, and sullyoon found herself craving the delicious sensation of being filled so completely by you.
she took a step towards you, then another, until she was standing before you, her slender body trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and anticipation. sullyoon’s dark eyes were locked onto yours, her gaze heavy with a silent plea for you to take her, to claim her, to make her yours in the most primal way possible.
“please, (y/n).” she breathed out, her voice low and thick with desire. “please, i need you… i need to feel you inside me, stretching me, filling me… please, please make me yours.”
sullyoon’s hands came up to rest on your chest, slender fingers splaying across the firm muscles beneath your shirt. she could feel the heat of your skin, the strength in your body, and it only served to fuel the fire burning within her own. slowly, almost hesitantly, she began to guide your hands to her hips, a silent invitation for you to touch her, to grip her, to hold her tight as you took her.
as your hands gripped her hips, sullyoon let out a shuddering sigh of relief and anticipation. the feeling of your fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her closer to you, made her heart race and her core clench with need. she looked up at you, her eyes wide and hazy with desire, silently begging you to claim her, to take her, to make her yours.
sullyoon’s breath hitched as she felt the thick head of the strap–on pressing against her slick, aching entrance. a whimper of need escaped her lips as she arched her back, trying to grind herself against the hard, unyielding length. the anticipation was almost too much to bear, the knowledge that in a moment, you would be inside her, filling her, stretching her in the most delicious way possible.
“please, (y/n)...” she breathed out, her voice trembling with desperation. “i’m ready… i’m so ready for you. ñlease, please take me now… make me yours, completely and utterly. i want to feel you, all of you, inside me, around me, surrounding me. please, please…–!”
sullyoon’s hands slid up your chest to link around your neck, slender fingers tangling in your hair. she pulled you down into a searing kiss, her mouth opening under yours with a soft moan as she arched her hips, a silent plea for you to take her, to claim her, to make her yours.
sullyoon’s gasped softly as she felt the thick tip of the strap–on pressing insistently against her dripping entrance. her body trembled with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with the need for you to claim her. she gazed up at you with hooded eyes, dark and hazy with desire, silently begging you to take her, to fill her, to make her yours.
“please, babt…” she whimpered, her voice thick with want. “i need you inside me. i need to feel you stretching me, filling me, completing me. please, i can’t wait any longer...!”
sullyoon’s hips undulated instinctively, a silent plea for you to take her. she could feel the heat of your body radiating against hers, could smell the heady scent of arousal that clung to your skin. it made her head spin and her core clench with a desperate, aching need.
as you gripped her hips tighter, your fingers digging into the soft flesh, sullyoon let out a choked moan. the feeling of your hands on her body, claiming her, owned her, made her feel a rush of emotions she had never experienced before. fear and excitement, anticipation and trepidation, all swirled together in a heady, intoxicating mix.
she knew, as you lined yourself up with her entrance, that her life would never be the same. that once you took her, once you filled her and made her yours, she would belong to you completely. the thought sent a thrill of excitement racing down her spine, making her toes curl and her back arch.
sullyoon’s breath hitched as she felt the first, delicious stretch as you began to push inside her. her slick walls clenched around the thick intrusion, a instinctive response to the sudden fullness. a guttural moan tore from her throat as you pushed deeper, the sound echoing off the walls of the bedroom.
“oh god, (y/n).” she cried out, her nails digging into your shoulders as she clung to you. “you’re so big… so thick ...ah–”
sullyoon’s head fell back, long hair spilling across her shoulders as she lost herself in the sensation of being filled so completely. she could feel every ridge and vein of the strap–on as it stretched her, claimed her, made her his. it was a delicious, almost painful pleasure, one that made her feel alive.
the sensation of being so utterly filled, of feeling you stretching her in the most delicious way imaginable, made sullyoon’s world narrow down to the point where your bodies were joined. her heart raced, pounding against her ribs like a wild thing desperate to break free, as she clung to you, nails digging into your shoulders for support.
“(y/n), yes...oh god, yes!” she gasped out, her voice ragged and broken as she struggled to catch her breath. “you’re… ah… so deep inside me. i can feel you...everywhere. filling me up... claiming me… making me… yours!”
sullyoon’s hips rolled instinctively, meeting your thrusts with a desperate, almost feral need. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. she could feel the heat of your breath on her neck, the sweat of your exertion dripping onto her skin, and it only served to drive her own arousal higher.
as you drove into her again and again, sullyoon felt a pressure building deep in her core, a tight coil of tension that wound tighter and tighter with each passing second. it was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before — a delicious, almost unbearable ache that demanded release.
“don’t stop, (y/n).” she cried out, her voice rising in pitch as the pressure inside her grew more intense. “please don’t stop… i’m so close… ah–... i’m going to… i’m going to…–”
sullyoon’s body began to tremble, her thighs quaking and her belly fluttering as she teetered on the brink of a shattering climax. the sensation of your body moving above and within her, the slick slide of your hands on her skin, the heat of your breath on her neck — it all combined to push her closer and closer to that elusive edge.
“(y/n)!” she screamed, her voice breaking on a sob of pure, unadulterated ecstasy as her orgasm finally crashed over her. “i’m– i’m coming! oh god, i’m coming...!”
sullyoon’s body convulsed beneath you, her back arching almost painfully as the waves of her climax washed through her. her nails raked down your back, leaving red lines of passion etched into your skin as she clung to your body.
sullyoon’s slick walls clenched and fluttered around the thick strap–on buried deep inside her, milking it for all it was worth as her climax tore through her. a symphony of wanton moans and cries spilled from her lips, a testament to the mind–blowing ecstasy that consumed her. she could feel every ridge and vein of the toy pulsing inside her, stretching her, filling her so completely that she swore she could feel it in her throat.
her body shook and trembled, slender limbs wrapping around you like a vice as she rode out the intense waves of her orgasm. tears of pleasure streamed down her face, long lashes damp and clumped together as she gazed up at you with hazy, adoring eyes. in that moment, she was utterly lost in the throes of passion, completely at your mercy and under your spell.
“(y/n)... my god, (y/n)–nie.” she gasped out between shuddering breaths, her voice hoarse and raw from screaming your name. “that was...incredible. i’ve never...never felt anything like that before. you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
sullyoon’s fingers tangled in your hair, nails scraping lightly against your scalp as she pulled you down for a searing, desperate kiss. her tongue delved into your mouth, twining with yours in a sensual dance that left you both breathless. zhe poured every ounce of her newfound passion and desire into that kiss, a silent vow to be yours and yours alone.
as the aftershocks of her climax began to subside, sullyoon’s body went boneless, melting against the bed beneath you. her chest heaved with each ragged breath, the soft swell of her breasts rising and falling enticingly. she looked up at you with a sated, almost drunk expression, a slow, lazy smile curling her kiss–swollen lips.
