The knock on your door comes right at 7:34 PM. You know because you've been watching the delivery tracker obsessively for the last fifteen minutes, stomach growling.
You open the door and—fuck.
This delivery girl is gorgeous.
Fucking stupidly gorgeous. Dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, fitted black polo, sharp features and full lips. That perfect mix between hot and cute that leaves your brain feeling a little fuzzy. She's holding your pizza box in one hand, phone in the other, looking completely professional.
"Large pepperoni?" Her voice is matter-of-fact.
"Yeah, that's me." You take the box. It's warm against your hands.
She's already swiping on her phone, pulling up the payment screen. "Comes to $24.20 with delivery."
You set the pizza on the entryway table. Pat your pockets. Empty. Shit. Your wallet is—where the fuck is your wallet? Probably in your bedroom. Or maybe the couch. Definitely not on you.
"Uh." You pat your pockets again like that'll make it materialize. "So funny story—"
She looks up from her phone. Waiting.
Your brain chooses this moment to be absolutely stupid. Maybe it's because you've been watching too much porn lately. Maybe it's because she's hot and you're flustered. Maybe you're just an idiot.
Probably that last one.
"I don't actually have my card on me right now," you say, and then your mouth keeps going without permission. "Is there maybe another way I could pay?"
It's a joke. Obviously a joke. You're going to laugh it off and go grab your wallet in like two seconds.
She doesn't laugh.
Just looks at you. Straight-faced. Expression completely neutral.
"Another way," she repeats slowly.
Oh fuck. Oh shit. Abort.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding—" You're already backing up, hands raised. "Bad joke, I'll go get my wallet right now, it's in my—"
"What did you mean?" She tilts her head slightly. Still no expression. "Another way to pay?"
Your face is hot. "It's stupid, it's this dumb trope from like, porn and stuff online, you know—" Why are you still talking? Stop talking. "The whole pizza delivery thing where the guy doesn't have money so they—and it's obviously not real, I didn't mean to—"
"So you were suggesting sex instead of cash." She says it like she's confirming your pizza order. Completely casual.
You want to die. "I wasn't—I mean, yeah, that's the trope, but I wasn't actually—"
"Okay."
Your brain short-circuits. "What?"
"Okay." She pockets her phone. Takes a step forward into your apartment. "Let's do that instead."
She's fucking with you. She has to be fucking with you.
"You're joking."
"Am I?" She takes another step. You take one back automatically. She's smirking now, just a little, and it completely transforms her face from professional to something that makes your pulse kick up. "You made the offer."
"I didn't—that wasn't an actual offer, I was joking—"
"Were you?" Another step. You're backing further into your apartment now and she's following, closing the door behind her with her heel. "Because you're still standing here. Haven't gone to get your wallet."
Fuck, she's right.
"I—"
"Here's what I think." She's close now. Close enough that you can smell her perfume, something light and sweet. "I think you made that joke because some part of you hoped I'd say yes. And now that I am saying yes, you don't know what to do with yourself."
Your back hits the wall. When did you run out of room?
"I don't—this doesn't actually happen in real life—"
"Doesn't it?" She's right in front of you now, looking up at you with dark eyes and that little smirk still playing at her lips. "Seems like it's happening right now."
Your heart is pounding so hard she can probably see it. "You're serious."
"Dead serious." Her hand comes up, fingers playing with the collar of your shirt. "Unless you actually want to go get your wallet? We can do this the boring way if you prefer."
This is insane. She's insane. This doesn't happen.
"What's your name?" you manage.
"Jiyeon." Her fingers slide down from your collar to your chest. "And you're going to want to remember that, because you'll be saying it a lot in the next hour."
Fuck it. Fuck it.
"Bedroom's down the hall," you hear yourself say.
Her smirk widens into a full grin. "Good choice."
She pulls you down the hall and you're stumbling after her like an idiot, brain still trying to catch up to what's happening. This is real. This is actually happening.
Jiyeon pushes you into your bedroom and you barely register the mess—clothes on the floor, unmade bed—before she's on you. Hands sliding under your shirt, pushing it up.
"Off," she says simply, and you obey without thinking.
Shirt hits the floor. She's looking at you now, eyes dragging down your chest, your stomach, lower. That fucking smirk is still there.
She's actually checking you out.
"Not bad," she says, like she's judging furniture. Then her hands are on your belt.
"Wait—" Your hands cover hers. "Shouldn't we—I mean—"
"What?" She looks up at you, tilting her head. "Having second thoughts?"
"No, I just—this is insane, you know that right? You don't actually have to—"
"I know I don't have to." She pulls your belt free in one smooth motion. "I want to. Now stop overthinking and let me work."
Your jeans hit the floor. You're standing there in your boxers, half-hard already, and she hasn't even taken off her shirt yet.
"That's not fair," you manage.
"What's not fair?"
"You're still dressed."
That smirk again. "So undress me."
Your hands are shaking when you reach for her. Stupid. You've done this before. But something about the way she's watching you makes you feel like a fucking virgin.
You grab the hem of her polo. She raises her arms and you pull it off.
Holy fuck.
Black bra. Simple, no lace or anything, but the way it's holding her—fuck. Her tits are perfect. Not huge but full, straining against the cups.
"Keep going," she says.
You reach for her jeans. Button, zipper, sliding them down her hips. She steps out of them and kicks them aside. Black panties matching the bra. Her legs are toned, thighs that you're already imagining wrapped around—
Focus.
"Lie down," she says, and it's not a request.
You sit on the bed. She pushes your shoulder and you fall back, head hitting the pillow. Then she's climbing on top of you, straddling your hips, and you can feel the heat of her through your boxers, through her panties.
She leans down and kisses you. Her tongue slides into your mouth and you groan, hands coming up to grab her waist. Her skin is soft and warm and she's grinding down on you, slow circles that have your cock throbbing.
"Already hard," she murmurs against your mouth. "That was fast."
"Your fault," you manage.
"Good." She sits up, still straddling you, and reaches back to unhook her bra. It falls away and her tits bounce free and you can't help but stare.
Perfect. They're fucking perfect.
She notices you staring and laughs. "You can touch them, you know."
You do. Both hands coming up to cup her tits, thumbs brushing over her nipples. They're already hard, pebbled peaks that make her breath catch when you circle them.
"Fuck," she breathes, grinding down harder. "That's good—"
You lean up and take one nipple in your mouth. She gasps, hand coming to the back of your head, holding you there. You suck and lick and she's rocking against you faster now, little sounds escaping her throat.
"Enough," she says suddenly, pushing you back down. "My turn."
She slides down your body. Hooks her fingers in your boxers. Pulls them down.
Your cock springs free and she pauses, just looking at it. You're fully hard now, tip already leaking, and the way she's staring is making you throb.
"Not bad at all," she says, wrapping one hand around your shaft.
The touch makes you gasp. She strokes once, twice, thumb swiping over the head and spreading the precum. Then she looks up at you with those dark eyes.
"I'm going to ride your face," she says casually. "And you're going to make me cum. Think you can handle that?"
Is she serious?
She's already moving, climbing up your body. Panties sliding off somewhere along the way. And then she's there, right above your face, her pussy inches from your mouth.
You can see everything. She's already wet, glistening, and the smell of her hits you—sweet and musky and making your mouth water.
"Well?" She's looking down at you, waiting.
You grab her thighs and pull her down.
Fuck yes.
The taste of her explodes on your tongue. Sweet and tangy and addictive. You lick up through her folds and she gasps, hips jerking.
"Oh fuck—" Her hands brace against the wall above your headboard. "That's it—"
You do it again. Slower this time, really tasting her. She's so wet already, coating your tongue, and you can't get enough. You find her clit and circle it, and her thighs tighten around your head.
"Fuck, right there—"
She's grinding down on your face now, using your mouth, and you're drowning in her. Your hands grip her ass, pulling her closer, tongue working her clit while she rides your face. Every breath is full of her scent, every sound she makes going straight to your aching cock.
"So fucking good with your tongue—" Her voice is breathy now, losing that confident edge. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop—"
You slide your tongue lower, dipping inside her. She's so tight, clenching around your tongue, and the moan she makes is desperate.
"Yes—oh god, fuck me with your tongue—"
You do. Fucking her with your tongue while your nose presses against her clit. She's dripping now, wetness coating your chin, your lips, and she's grinding so hard you can barely breathe but you don't care. All you care about is that taste, those sounds, the way her thighs are trembling.
"Gonna cum—" She's gasping now, rhythm getting erratic. "Fuck, gonna cum on your face—"
You focus back on her clit. Sucking it into your mouth, flicking it with your tongue, and she breaks. Her whole body goes rigid, thighs clamping around your head, and she cums with a sharp cry.
"Fuck—fuck—oh fuck—"
You can feel her pulsing against your tongue, gushing wetness, and you lap it all up. She's shaking through it, hands gripping the wall so hard her knuckles are white. You keep going, drawing it out, until she's pushing at your head.
"Too much—sensitive—"
She lifts off your face and collapses next to you on the bed, chest heaving. You're gasping for air, face covered in her, cock throbbing so hard it hurts.
Holy shit.
She recovers faster than you expect. Rolls over to look at you, takes in your soaked face and grins.
"Good boy," she says, and then she's kissing you. Tasting herself on your tongue. Her hand wraps around your cock again and you groan into her mouth.
"My turn," she murmurs, and before you can process that she's moving. Straddling your hips again, hand guiding your cock to her entrance.
Wait—
She sinks down in one smooth motion.
"Fuck!" You both say it at the same time.
She's so fucking tight. Hot and wet and squeezing your cock so tight you can't feel anything else. You grab her hips, fingers digging in, trying to process the sensation of being inside her.
"So fucking big—" She's panting, hands braced on your chest. "Stretching me so good—"
She starts moving. Slow at first, rolling her hips, and every movement has you seeing stars. Her pussy is gripping your cock so tight, so wet, and the sight of her above you—tits bouncing, head thrown back, lips parted—is almost too much.
"Jiyeon—fuck—"
"Yeah?" She looks down at you, grinning. "Feel good?"
"So fucking good—you're so tight—"
She picks up the pace. Bouncing now, really riding you, and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. Her tits are bouncing with each drop, and you can't look away. Can't think. Can only feel how fucking perfect her pussy feels wrapped around your cock.
"Touch me," she gasps. "Play with my tits—"
You do. Hands coming up to squeeze, to pinch her nipples, and she moans loud.
"Yes—fuck yes—so fucking deep inside me—"
She's taking your whole cock, every inch disappearing into her tight cunt, and you can see it—see where you're connected, see how wet she is, coating your shaft.
"Gonna make you cum," she pants, grinding down harder. "Gonna milk that cock—you want that? Want to cum inside this tight little pussy?"
Fuck. Fuck.
"Yes—god yes—"
"Then give it to me—" She's slamming down on you now, chasing her own pleasure. "Fill me up—want to feel you cum inside me—"
You're so close. Her pussy is clenching around you, so wet and hot and perfect. You thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm, and she cries out.
"Fuck—yes—fuck me—"
It builds fast. Pressure coiling tight in your gut, balls tightening, and Jiyeon's moaning your name over and over.
"Cum for me—cum inside me—"
You do. Your orgasm hits like a fucking truck, hips slamming up as you empty yourself inside her. She grinds down, taking it all, and you can feel yourself pulsing, filling her, so much cum pumping into her tight cunt.
"Yes—yes—so fucking much—" She's still moving, milking every last drop, and her pussy is clenching rhythmically, squeezing you.
You collapse back, spent, and she slumps forward onto your chest. Both of you breathing hard. Your cock is still inside her, softening slowly, and you can feel the mess you made—your cum leaking out around your shaft.
She shifts slightly and more drips out. The sensation makes your breath hitch.
"Fuck," she murmurs against your chest. "That was good."
"Yeah."
She lifts her head to look at you, grinning. "You lasted longer than I thought you would."
"Thanks, I think?"
"It's a compliment." She kisses your jaw, then your neck. "Most guys would've blown in two minutes with me riding them like that."
Your hands are on her waist. Holding her. Her skin is so soft under your palms.
"Round two?" she asks, grinding down slightly. Your cock twitches inside her.
Something shifts in your brain.
"Yeah," you say, and your grip on her waist tightens. "But my turn now."
Her eyebrows raise. "Oh?"
You roll. She gasps as you flip her onto her back, pulling out in the process. More cum spills out of her, dripping onto your sheets, and she's looking up at you with wide eyes.
"My turn to be in charge," you say.
That smirk returns. "Took you long enough to find your spine."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
You kiss her. Hard. Claiming her mouth the way she claimed yours earlier, and she moans into it. Your hand slides between her legs, fingers pushing into her cum-filled pussy.
She gasps against your lips. "Fuck—"
"So fucking messy," you mutter, fingers working in and out. "Full of my cum and still so tight."
"Your fault—" Her hips buck up into your hand. "Came so much inside me—"
You pull your fingers out. They're coated in cum and her wetness mixed together. You bring them to her lips.
"Clean them."
She does. Takes your fingers in her mouth and sucks them clean, tongue swirling around them, eyes locked on yours the whole time.
Your cock is hardening again. Already. Watching her suck your fingers, tasting both of you mixed together, it's getting you hard again so fucking fast.
"Good girl," you say when she releases your fingers with a pop.
She grins. "What now?"
You grab her hips. Flip her over onto her stomach.
"Now I'm going to fuck that pretty throat of yours."
"Big words," she says. "Think you can back them up?"
You grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed. Her legs dangle off the side, toes barely touching the floor. Then you walk around to face her.
Your cock is right there, inches from her face. Fully hard again, tip already leaking.
"Open," you say.
She does. Mouth falling open, tongue out, and fuck—the sight of her like this. Ready and waiting.
You push in slowly. Just the tip at first, resting on her tongue. She closes her lips around you and sucks gently.
"Wider," you tell her. "I'm going to use that throat."
Her jaw drops open more. You grab the back of her head with one hand, the other braced on the bed beside her, and slap it a few times on her tongue.
Then you push in deeper.
The heat of her mouth hits you instantly. Wet and soft and perfect. You slide in further, past her tongue, and she gags slightly when you hit the back of her throat.
"Breathe through your nose," you mutter, holding there for a second. "Relax that throat."
She does. Takes a breath and you feel her throat relax around you. You push in more and she takes it, eyes watering but not pulling away.
"Good girl. Take this fucking cock."
You start moving. Slow thrusts at first, watching your cock disappear into her mouth over and over. Her lips are stretched around you, drool already starting to leak from the corners of her mouth.
"So fucking pretty like this," you grunt. "Mouth full of cock."
She moans around you and the vibration makes you thrust harder. Deeper. You hit the back of her throat and she gags, throat clenching around your tip, but you don't pull out. Just hold there until she adjusts.
"That's it. Choke on it."
You pick up the pace. Really fucking her throat now, both hands on her head, holding her in place while you use her mouth. She's gagging with every thrust, drool pouring down her chin, tears streaming from her eyes.
The sounds she's making—wet and obscene, gurgling around your cock—it's fucking perfect.
"Such a good little slut," you pant. "Taking my cock so deep in that throat."
Your balls slap against her chin with each thrust. She's trying to breathe between strokes, gasping when you pull back, and her hands grip the sheets.
You pull out completely. She gasps for air, drool connecting your cock to her lips in thick strings. Her makeup is ruined, mascara running, lips swollen and shiny.
"Fuck," she croaks, voice already rough. "You weren't kidding."
"I'm not done yet."
You push back in and she takes it. No hesitation. Just opens wide and lets you fuck her throat harder than before. You're not gentle anymore—don't need to be. She can take it.
The wet, sloppy sounds fill the room. Her gagging, your grunting, the slap of your balls against her face. It's so fucking dirty and she's loving it, moaning around your cock even as she struggles to breathe.
"Gonna cum soon if you keep that up," you warn, but you don't stop thrusting. "Want me to cum down your throat? Fill that belly with my load?"
She tries to shake her head but can't with your cock buried in her throat. Her hand comes up and pushes at your thigh.
You pull out. "No?"
She's coughing, gasping, drool everywhere. "Want it—" Another cough. "Want it in my pussy again. Please."
Fuck yes.
You pull her up by her hair. Not rough enough to hurt but enough to make her gasp. Then you're kissing her, tasting yourself on her tongue, and she moans into your mouth.
"On your hands and knees," you tell her. "Now."
She scrambles to obey. Gets on all fours on the bed, ass in the air, and looks back at you.
Her pussy is still a mess from before. Your cum has dripped down her thighs, dried in some places but still wet where it's leaking out of her. She's so fucking wet, glistening in the light.
You kneel behind her on the bed. One hand on her ass, the other guiding your spit-soaked cock to her entrance.
"Beg for it," you say.
"Please." No hesitation. "Please fuck me. Want that cock so deep inside me."
"More."
"Please—" Her voice breaks. "Need you to fuck me hard, wreck this tight little pussy, fill me up again with your cum—"
You slam in.
She cries out, back arching, and you're buried balls deep in one thrust. So fucking tight still, even with your cum already inside her. Hot and wet and squeezing your cock like she's trying to keep you there.
"Fuck!" She's gripping the sheets. "So deep—oh my god—"
You don't give her time to adjust. Just start pounding into her, hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of it echoes through the room—skin on skin, wet and loud.
"This what you wanted?" you grunt, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks. "To get fucked like a slut?"
"Yes—fuck yes—"
Her ass bounces with each impact. You watch your cock disappearing into her pussy over and over, coated in white from your first load mixed with her wetness. It's so fucking messy, dripping down both your thighs.
You lean forward, pressing her face down into the mattress. The angle changes and you go even deeper. She's practically screaming now, muffled by the bed, and her pussy clenches around you.
"So fucking tight," you pant. "Squeezing my cock so good."
"Harder—" Her voice is muffled but desperate. "Fuck me harder—"
You do. Pounding into her with everything you have. The bed is shaking, headboard hitting the wall, and she's taking every inch like she was made for it.
One hand slides up her back, feeling her arch under your touch. Her skin is slick with sweat. You grab a handful of her hair and pull, lifting her head up.
"Who's fucking you this good?" you demand.
"You—fuck—you are—"
"Say my name."
She does. Moans it over and over while you rail her from behind. Your name mixed with curses and desperate pleas for more.
Your other hand comes down hard on her ass. The slap echoes and she clenches around you, crying out.
"Again," she gasps. "Spank me again—"
You do. Over and over, watching her ass turn pink under your hand. Each slap makes her pussy clench, makes her moan louder, and fuck—she's loving this.
"Such a dirty girl," you growl. "Love getting spanked while taking cock?"
"Yes—love it—love your cock stretching me—"
You're getting close. That familiar pressure building in your gut, balls tightening. But you want to see her face when you cum.
You pull out. She whines at the loss but you're already flipping her over, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Her legs wrap around your waist automatically and you slam back in.
"Oh fuck—" Her head falls back. "Yes—"
This angle is perfect. You can see everything—her tits bouncing with each thrust, her face flushed and sweaty, her pussy stretched around your cock. And she can see you too, watch you fuck her.
"Look at me," you command. "Want to see those pretty eyes when I fill you up."
She does. Locks eyes with you and doesn't look away even as you pound into her. Her mouth falls open, desperate little sounds escaping with each thrust.
"Gonna cum," you warn. "Gonna fill this tight pussy with another load."
"Please—" Her nails dig into your back. "Want it so bad—need to feel you cum inside me again—"
You're so close. Her pussy is clenching rhythmically now, so wet and tight and perfect around your cock.
"Touch yourself," you grunt. "Cum on my cock."
Her hand flies between you, fingers working her clit frantically. Within seconds she's right there, you can feel it in how she's tightening around you.
"Fuck—I'm gonna—"
"Do it. Cum for me."
She does. Her whole body seizes up, pussy clamping down on your cock so hard you can barely move. She's crying out your name, shaking through it, and that's what pushes you over.
"Fuck—Jiyeon—fuck—"
You slam in deep and cum. Hard. Emptying yourself inside her for the second time, adding to the mess already there. So much cum pumping into her tight cunt, and she's still pulsing around you, milking every drop.
"Yes—yes—fill me up—so much cum—"
You keep thrusting through it, working every last bit out of your balls until you're completely spent. When you finally stop, both of you are gasping for air, sweaty and exhausted.
You pull out slowly. Cum immediately starts leaking out—your second load mixing with the first, dripping onto the sheets. There's so fucking much of it, coating her thighs, making a mess.
"Fuck," she breathes, looking down at herself. "You really filled me up."
"Twice," you point out, collapsing beside her.
She laughs, breathless. "Yeah. Definitely twice."
You both lie there for a moment, catching your breath. Her hand finds yours and squeezes.
"So," she says eventually. "Worth the twenty-four dollars?"
You laugh. Can't help it. "Definitely worth it."
"Good." She rolls onto her side to face you, grinning. "Because I'm keeping the pizza too."
She grabs your hand, thumb tracing lazy circles on your palm.
"Your sheets are ruined," she says after a moment.
You glance down. She's not wrong. There's cum everywhere—on the sheets, on her thighs, probably on you too. The whole bed is a disaster.
"Worth it," you say.
She laughs. Sits up slowly, wincing slightly. "Fuck, I'm gonna feel that tomorrow."
"Good."
"Cocky now, aren't you?" She stretches, arms over her head, and you can't help but watch. Even exhausted and covered in mess, she's gorgeous.
She notices you staring and smirks. "Already?"
"Just looking."
"Sure." She swings her legs off the bed, stands up. More cum drips down her thighs and she makes a face. "Okay, I need a shower. Where's your bathroom?"
You point. "Down the hall, first door on the left."
She walks toward it, completely naked and unbothered, and you just lie there watching her go. The confident sway of her hips, the curve of her ass, the mess you made dripping down her legs.
The shower turns on. You hear the water running, her moving around.
You should probably get up. Change the sheets at minimum. But moving feels impossible right now.
Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You grab it.
Three texts from your roommate:
dude are you alive
heard some WILD shit through the wall
staying at shion's tonight you're welcome
You laugh and toss the phone back down.
The shower shuts off. A few minutes later Jiyeon emerges, hair damp, using your towel. She's still naked.
"You have a washing machine?" she asks.
"Yeah, why?"
"My uniform's sweaty as hell. Mind if I throw it in?"
"Go ahead."
She disappears again. You hear the washer start up.
When she comes back, she climbs onto the bed—the dry corner that's not completely destroyed—and lies down next to you.
"So," she says. "This is weird, right?"
"Extremely."
"Good weird or bad weird?"
You think about it.
"Good weird," you decide.
She grins. "Yeah. Good weird."
You're both quiet for a bit.
"My shift ends in like an hour," she says eventually. "Technically I'm still on the clock."
"Seriously?"
"Yep. Longest delivery ever." She's trying not to laugh. "My boss is probably having an aneurysm."
"Are you gonna get fired?"
"Maybe." She doesn't sound concerned. "Worth it though."
"Keep saying that."
"Because it's true." She rolls onto her side to face you. "Besides, I know where you live now. Can always come back."
"For my amazing personality?"
"For the dick." She says it so casually. "Your personality's just a bonus."
You laugh. Can't help it.
"Same time next week?" you offer.
"Make it two days." She leans in and kisses you. Soft this time, almost sweet. "I'm impatient."
Tags: Teasing, Blowjob, Titjob, Quickie, Hotel sex
Synopsis: Idol Chaeyeon on cam, Real Chaeyeon off-cam.
Kim Chaeyeon, Member of a popular kpop girl group named tripleS. Chaeyeon is widely popular for being entertaining at the shows she's in. Right now, she's the MC of her own variety web show 'Peak Season'.
They are currently filming an episode where Chaeyeon and Chef Kim are doing a friendly cooking battle. The first dish is crab egg omellet.
As the camera panned across the bustling kitchen set, the aroma of eggs and crab filling the air. Chaeyeon's enticing body figure still shows through her polo shirt and apron over it.
"So... Chef. I heard you're fan of tripleS?" Chaeyeon asked while she's stirring the eggs in a bowl.
"Yes, That's right."
"Makes me curious about... Who is your favorite member?" Chaeyeon couldn't stop herself from smiling as she tucked her hair over ear. Awaiting for Chef Kim's response.
"My favorite member? Hmmm..." Chef Kim slowed down chopping a crab into fine pieces. He intentionally pausing for a bit just for entertainment purposes. He knew variety shows featuring MC idols asking the same old question to it's guests.
"Kim Chaeyeon. You're my favorite member." Chef Kim looked at Chaeyeon, which Chaeyeon met his eyes then looked away. Acting shy and giggling about being Chef's favorite.
"Wow, I'm truly honored to be your favorite, Chef!" Chaeyeon gushed, her cheeks flushing a rosy hue as the flattering confession was captured by the cameras. She playfully batted her long lashes, a coy smile playing on her lips.
Chef Kim chuckled heartily. "Your charisma and talent shine through in everything you do, Chaeyeon. It's no surprise you've captured so many hearts."
"Oh, Stop it, Chef! You're making me blush like a tomato here!" That earned laughs from the filming crew.
As the cameras continued to roll, capturing every moment of their culinary duel, Chef Kim found it increasingly difficult to maintain eye contact solely on his cooking. His gaze kept drifting back to Chaeyeon's captivating figure, drawn like a magnet to the tantalizing curve of her breasts.
Despite his best efforts to focus cooking the assignated meal, Chef Kim's mind began to wander down a inappropriate path. He pictured those luscious mounds bouncing free of their confines, the soft flesh inviting his touch…
Finally, the finished their crab egg omellet. Compairing Chaeyeon's version to Chef's to the cameras. The producer calls a thirty minute break.
Chef Kim sighed in relief. Not because of the friendly cooking duel but because he had chance to step away and clear his mind from inappropriate thoughts about Chaeyeon's body.
Before he can leave the studio, Chaeyeon stepped infront of him. Making him stop and gulp at how close they are.
"Are you going out, Chef? I wanna come with you." Chaeyeon flashed him her puppy eyes. Hat kind of eyes that never fail to make people fall for it.
Y-Yeah... Sure. Let's go then." Chef Kim nodded as they walked away from the busy kitchen studio.
As they walked away from the busy crews, Chaeyeon noticed Chef Kim's lingering stare at her body. Suddenly, She pushed him into a storage room where unused props and stuffs are stored.
Once inside the dimly lit storage room, the sound of the lock clicking shut echoed through the space, sealing them within. Chaeyeon turned to face Chef Kim, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she closed the distance between them.
"I noticed your… eyes, Chef. Was there something about me that caught your attention?"
Chef Kim walked backwards until his back hits the shelf. There's no way to escape from her predatory eyes. The bubbly idol is gone, it shows the true Kim Chaeyeon off-cameras. "Come on, Chef. We're both adults here. You can talk about it."
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Does my… breasts caught your attention, Chef? Do you imagine seeing it bare? Touching me…" Chaeyeon holds his trembling hand and guides it to her breast. "like this?"
Chef Kim gasped as he touched Chaeyeon's breast. He felt how soft, heavy and warm on his trembling palm. The fabric of her polo shirt and bra felt nothing as Chaeyeon guides his hand to knead her breast.
"C-Chaeyeon! This is inappropriate! What if someone hear us here? This could ruin our careers!"
Chaeyeon let out a throaty laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement and desire as she watched Chef Kim squirm. "Oh, Chef~" she teased, giving his hand a firm squeeze, encouraging him to continue exploring her ample bosom. "But sometimes, taking risks can lead to the most delicious rewards…"
She pressed herself flush against him, pinning him firmly against the shelves. The warmth of her body seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes. Chaeyeon's free hand trailed up his chest, fingers dancing along his collarbone before cupping his cheek.
"Shh, don't worry so much." she breathed, her lips brushing against his lips. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
Chaeyeon pulled back and starts unbuttoning her polo shirt. Each buttons popped out, it shows her milky white skin, her collarbones, her ample breasts that hardly contained by her bra then her tummy.
She unclasped the front clasp of her bra to free her heavy breasts. Chef Kim's eyes widened in awe at the creamy flesh spilling forth like an offering. His mouth went dry, tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips as his eyes worshipped a sight infront him.
Those perfect mounds were even more breathtaking than he had imagined, the dusky pink nipples standing at attention, just begging to be tasted. The large, dark areolas called to him, silently pleading for his touch. Chef Kim's hands twitched at his sides, aching to cup the weighty globes again, to feel their softness yielding beneath his palms.
"Fuck, Chaeyeon… You're absolutely stunning. I want to worship every inch of you."
Chaeyeon chuckled as she cupped and kneads her own breasts. Creating a seductive show only for him. "I knew these puppies are soooo~ irresistable. I get it. The bigger, the better. Am I right?"
Before Chef Kim can respond, Chaeyeon kneeled and unzips his pants. "But we need to get straight to the point, Chef. There's not enough time for you to drool at my tits." She tugged his briefs down to free his erection.
Chef Kim shuddered violently as Chaeyeon's hot breath blowed at his sensitive tip. His cock pulsed urgently, pre-cum leaking steadily as he struggled to maintain control.
When her tongue lapped at the bead of pre-cum, Chef Kim couldn't hold back a strangled moan. His head fell back against the shelf, eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the pleasure.
"Fuck… Chaeyeon.. Stop teasing… Please.." Chef Kim's hips twitched involuntarily, seeking for more as Chaeyeon continued to lick his swollen tip.
As much as Chaeyeon loves teasing Chef Kim, their time is limited. Without warning, her plump lips wrapped around his tip and surged forward to take him in one move.
Chef Kim's head snapped forward, eyes open as Chaeyeon enveloped his cock in her mouth. A guttural growl rumbled in his chest, raw need consuming him as she began to move, her skilled tongue swirling around his cock.
Her expert oral skills was undeniable, each pull and suck drawing him towards the brink. Chef Kim fisted his hands in Chaeyeon's silken hair, gripping tightly as he fought the urge to thrust into her mouth.
The sight of her pinching and rolling her own nipples added another layer of lust, pushing Chef Kim dangerously close to the edge. His sweat beading on his forehead. "Ahhh… fuck… Chaeyeon… Keep going… Don't stop…"
Chaeyeon suddenly pulled back. Leaving his cock throbbing in the air. "No, Chef. You don't have a permission to cum until I say so. Understand?" Chef Kim nodded quickly. He wanted to cum so bad but also he wanted to obey her despite he's older than her.
Chef Kim let out a choked sob as Chaeyeon's supple breasts wrapped around his aching cock. He clenched his jaw, fighting tooth and nail against the relentless pressure building within him. Every stroke of Chaeyeon's breasts, every subtle shift of her breasts milking his cock, drove him closer to the peak.
"Please… God, please…" Chef Kim begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Let me come…" His hips jerked erratically, seeking release, but still he held back, determined to follow Chaeyeon's command.
The wait was agonizing, his balls drawing tighter with each passing second.
"Ten…'
"Nine…"
"Eight…"
With each number Chaeyeon counted, Chef Kim teetered on the edge. Sweat poured down his face, dripping onto Chaeyeon's heaving breasts as he writhed helplessly beneath her touch.
"Seven…"
"Six…"
"Five…"
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the shelf, he's desperately tried to calm himself down despite the intense pressure almost going to break him.
"Four…"
"Three…"
"Two…"
Chef Kim's vision blurred, his lungs burning as he held his breath, waiting for the release that she granted him to do.
"One!"
And then, with a hoarse scream torn from the very depths of his soul, Chef Kim surrended to the blissful oblivion, his orgasm crashing over him like a tsunami. Ropes after ropes of thick white semen paints her breasts. Some spilled on her neck and chin.
After a few strokes, Chaeyeon finally let go his softening cock. She looked how much cum he spilled on her skin.
She stood up, reached out to cupped his face as she pulled it towards to her breasts. "Will you be a good boy and clean Mommy? I don't want to go back there, looking like a cheap whore infront of them."
With a low growl, he surged forward, capturing one of her cum-slick nipples between his lips. He licked at the sensitive bud, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his own release mingling with her natural flavor.
His hands gripped on her hips as he cleaned her thoroughly. Chef Kim lavished attention on each breast, trying his best to clean Chaeyeon's skin.
After he cleaned her well, Chaeyeon gave his lips a quick peck. "Thank you, Chef~"
As they stepped back into the bustling kitchen studio, Chaeyeon seamlessly slipped back into her bubbly idol persona, greeting the crew with a dazzling smile and cheerful waves.
Meanwhile, Chef Kim took a deep breath, trying to compose himself and appear as professional as possible despite the lingering tingles of pleasure. He adjusted his apron and tied it securely around his waist, praying that none of the crew would notice the way his hands trembled slightly.
As they resumed their positions for the next shot, Chaeyeon flashed him a secretive wink when the cameras weren't rolling, a silent acknowledgment of their shared intimacy.
The filming finally ended. Chaeyeon's manager told them about taking photos for the group's social media.
Chaeyeon clings into Chef Kim's arm and smiled. Chaeyeon intentionally pressed her breast against his forearm. Chef Kim's heart raced as Chaeyeon's soft breast pressed against his arm.
As the manager is busy writing the captions for the post. Chaeyeon leaned in close. "11 pm at Hilton Garden Inn."
Chef Kim nodded unconsciously. It's an direct invitation from Chaeyeon herself. He knew that their quickie at the props room earlier is just preview of what's to come later.
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Hours later, Chef Kim is currently driving to the hotel. He tried his best to calm himself down. For him, this is the most nervous thing than being judged by his cooking.
Suddenly, A text flashed on his phone screen. He stoped his car at the safe side of the road and checked the text.
'Hi Chef.'
'Are you on your way now?'
'Who is this?'
'Wait... Chaeyeon?'
'How did you get my number?'
'Manager gave it to me.'
'Room 0410'
'My manager is waiting at the lobby. Meet her. She will guide you to my room.'
'Your manager!?!'
'She can keep secrets. Don't worry, Neither one of us are doomed.'
'Only if you are careful and aware of your surroundings.'
'How about I give you a sneak peak?'
'I'm waiting for you here. Drive safe 😘'
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Chef Kim finally arrived at the hotel’s lobby. There he met Chaeyeon’s Manager.
“Chaeyeon is waiting for you, Chef. Follow me.”
He followed her behind. They entered the elevator, she pressed the floor where Chaeyeon’s room is located. The elevator moved upward flawlessly.
“So… uhh.. Do you know Chaeyeon is doing these things?”
“Of course. Us managers knew about the members having sex and their relationships. Chaeyeon is… handful one. She isn’t a woman who sticks to one cock. She likes to suck and ride every cock she’s interested with.”
The elevator is moving closer to the desired floor. “So, If you’re thinking that you got a chance to have a relationship with her. Please don’t.”
“Why?”
She looked at him. “Because she doesn’t like it. No strings attached. Just one night fuck and that’s it. In short, you’re just her toy. Don’t get your hopes up, Chef.”
Chef Kim was going to say something but the elevator opens. “Walk to the left until you see 0410. Knock three times, Have a nice night.”
Chef Kim steps out of the elevator. He bowed at the manager, she bows back as the elevator doors shut close. Leaving him alone in the hallway. Heart pumping faster like he just did a marathon
Chef Kim took a deep breath before knocking the door thrice. Footsteps coming closer, The door creaked open and found themselves looking each other. Chef's nervous face, body tensed. Chaeyeon's smirk, body pressed against the doorframe, eyes scanning him up and down, lipbiting herself.
"Why don't you come inside, Chef? I can't stop thinking about your cock since our little time there earlier." She crooked a finger to enter inside of hotel room. He stepped closer like a stringed puppet, Like a moth into the flame.
Chef Kim stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, his pulse pounding in his ears as the door clicked shut behind him. The sight of Chaeyeon in that sinfully black dress stole the breath from his lungs, her breasts straining against the flimsy fabric.
She moved towards him with grace, hips swaying hypnotically. Chaeyeon circled him slowly, trailing a fingertip along his shoulders and down his chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"You came a bit early than I expected." she purred, coming to stand infront him once more. "Seems like you're excited to spend a night with me no?" Chaeyeon chuckled.
"This dress..." Chaeyeon twirled around to show him a full view. "It was quite expensive, so I want to keep it nice and clean."
Chaeyeon turned around and unzips her dress slowly. Torturiously slow, as she exposed her creamy plump bare back. It finally pooled down on her ankles. Chaeyeon bends down to pick up the dress, it showed a peak of her glistering folds. Chef Kim gulped hard, feet frozen at the polished floor, his erection is screaming for him to unzip.
Chaeyeon nicely folded her dress intentionally slow. Like she was challenging Chef Kim's patience. Expecting him to break and dominate her. Yet, she was a bit disappointed when she side eyed him. Still stucked at the same spot.
Chef Kim watched her crawling to the king-sized bed and laying down on her stomach, her creamy skin glowing invitingly in the low light. The curve of her spine, the swell of her ass. It was a feast for the eyes, and he found himself starving for more.
"Massage oil at the table. Give me a nice and.... relaxing massage, Chef. I believe your hands are more than just cooking."
At her request, he retrieved the massage oil with slightly trembling hands, uncapping it and pouring a generous amount onto his palms. The rich scent filled the air.
Starting at the nape of her neck, Chef Kim began to work the oil into Chaeyeon's skin, his hands gliding over the elegant line of her shoulder blades. He took his time, wanted to prolong the feeling of her skin on his hands.
Chef Kim's breathing grew heavier as his hands explored Chaeyeon's back, fingers brushing the underside of her breasts teasingly. "Oh my~" Her breathy moans making him slowly comfortable touching Chaeyeon's bare skin.
Reaching her ass, he squeezed the plump flesh appreciatively. The way how soft and pillowly her ass, just like her breasts. "T-That's right, Chef... Keep.. ahh~ exploring me."
He parted her cheeks, exposing her glistening folds and the tight butthole. There's a mole right above her butthole. "Fuck, Chaeyeon.. I wanted to do more than just a massage."
Unable to resist, Chef Kim leaned down, dragging his tongue along her slit in one long, slow lick, savoring her sweet nectar.
"Ah! Fuck- Yes, Chef! Taste me more! Right there! Don't stop!"
Encouraged by Chaeyeon's response, Chef Kim delved deeper, his tongue circling her sensitive bundle of nerves before flicking rapidly against the throbbing nub. Her hips rocked shamelessly now, grinding her dripping core against his mouth as he ate her out with gusto.
"Mmmm… that's it baby." he growled against her flesh, the vibrations adding to her pleasure. "Your pussy taste so good, it deserves to be a dessert."
"Oh~ Really, C-Chef? Ahh~~ It.. it is only yours. Specially made for you." Chaeyeon clutching the bed sheets, eyes rolled upwards, drool leaked from her lips.
Two fingers plunged into her soaked channel, pumping steadily as his thumb found her butthole, rubbing maddeningly slow circles around the tight ring. Chef Kim worked her relentlessly, determined to make Chaeyeon fall apart.
Chef Kim felt Chaeyeon's inner muscles clench and ripple around his fingers as her climax crashed over her, her body twitching with the force of her release. He continued his relentless assault, fingers curling to hit that special spot inside her as his tongue lapping her clit, prolonging her pleasure.
"Yes, yes, YES!" Chaeyeon cried out, her voice echoing off the hotel room walls. Her juices flooding Chef Kim's mouth and coating his chin. He greedily slurped and swallowing Chaeyeon's warm juices.
Chaeyeon turned around to face him. His face is still burried between her thighs as he licked her clean. "Chef~~" Chaeyeon reached out to tilt his head up to look at her eyes. "I haven't came hard like that before, Chef. This time, I'll return the favor. Come and lay down here. Watch me perform, only for you."
Chef Kim allowed Chaeyeon to guide him onto the plush mattress, his heart beating fast in anticipation. As he settled back against the pillows, he watched as she straddled his hips, her slick folds sliding along his rigid cock.
"I have a little surprise for you." Chaeyeon purred, reaching into the bedside table where she grabbed the massage oil. She popped the cap off and the next bold move had Chef Kim speechless. Chaeyeon poured the remaining oil into her skin. It pooled down to their genitals as her hands moved to coat the oil around her upper body especially her breasts.
The oil creates a shiny effect in a light of a bedside lamp. "Holy shit, Chaeyeon. You're so damn sexy."
Chaeyeon chuckled at Chef Kim's praise. "I love it when you called me sexy, Chef. I wish people called me like that. It makes me.. feel desired. Wanted." She started to rock her hips as grinding her clit against his hard cock. Coating it with mix of massage oil and her own juices.
"Fuck, I'm going to enjoy watching you sink down on my cock." he groaned, hands gripping her hips tightly. "Take me nice and slow, baby. Let me feel every inch of you."
As Chaeyeon began to lower herself, Chef Kim bit back a growl, his head falling back against the pillow as her tight heat engulfed him inch by delicious inch.
Chef Kim tangled his fingers in Chaeyeon's hair, pulling her into hungry kiss as she ground her hips in sensual figure eights. The slide of her slick, oiled breasts against his chest sent jolts of electricity straight to his cock throbbing inside her velvet heat.
He broke the kiss with a gasp, panting harshly against her lips. "God, Chaeyeon… you feel incredible. So fucking tight and wet." Chef Kim panted, his hips snapping up to meet her downward motions.
Lost in a haze of pleasure, he let his hands roam her body, caressing every curve and valley. He tweaked a pert nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers as he thrust harder. The slickness by the massage oil makes it even better.
Chef Kim watched in awe as Chaeyeon started to ride him with wild abandon. The erotic sight of the famous K-pop idol bouncing on his cock, her oil-slicked skin gleaming in the low light, was almost surreal. Heavy breasts bouncing hypnotically in his eyes.
"Yes, just like that baby." he grunted, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he thrust up to meet her downward thrusts. "You want me to fill you up?" Chaeyeon nodded. "Then ride me harder. Take what you need."
Sweat beaded on his brow, muscles straining with the effort of holding back his release. He wanted this moment to last forever, to be buried in Chaeyeon's perfect heat for eternity. But the pleasure in his balls felt tighter with each passing second, threatening to snap at any moment.
"Chef... Chef... Please... ughh~~"
Feeling Chaeyeon's inner walls starting to flutter and clench around him, Chef Kim knew she was close. Determined to bring her over the edge again with him, he sat up suddenly, changing the angle of penetration.
One hand slid down to rub tight circles on her clit while the other groped her bouncing breast roughly. He captured her lips in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing her desperate moans.
"I'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up with my cum." Chef Kim growled against her lips, his thrusts becoming erratic and powerful. "Come for me, Chaeyeon. Suck my cock dry!"
"Ahh! Chef! Almost... there!"
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan. Chaeyeon twitched as she come undone for the second time, stronger than the first.
Chef Kim reveled in the sensation of Chaeyeon's soft, pillowy oiled breasts cushioning his face as she collapsed atop of him, both of them are panting so heavy, so hard. He nuzzled into her cleavage, inhaling the intoxicating scent of massage oil and sweat.
"That was… the best sex I ever had this year, Chef. You really filled me up."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I do, despite my first time." he murmured, his voice muffled by her flesh. Chef Kim wrapped his arms around Chaeyeon, holding her close as their hearts gradually slowed their frantic pace.
He peppered gentle kisses along the tops of her breasts, marveling at the way her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
"So..." Chaeyeon pulled back to look at his eyes. "Ready for another round in shower?" Chaeyeon flashed him a familiar smirk. Chef Kim chuckled and nodded. "Fine. Let's get clean, only for us to get dirty again."
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Next morning, Chaeyeon slowly wakes up feeling something on her lower belly. She looked down and saw Chef Kim busied himself licking her wet clit.
Chef Kim looked up at Chaeyeon with a mischievous grin, his tongue lazily swirling around her sensitive clit. "Good morning, beautiful."
Chaeyeon wanted to reached out to hold Chef Kim's head but she realized her wrists are tied on the bed's headboard using his belt. She tugged it, finding them secure. "Fuck... I didn't know you are this dominant, Chef. Ahh~~"
"I thought we could try something new today." Chef Kim explained, his fingers dipping into her dripping folds to tease her entrance. "I want to make sure you're fully mine, Chaeyeon. And if that means keeping you right here, helpless and at my mercy, then so be it."
Chef Kim gave her clit a kiss before he flipped her around and raised her hips. Chaeyeon yelped in surprise as Chef Kim spanked her ass, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body.
"Oh my!" her hips pushed back for another spank. "I… I never knew you're rough like this, Chef."
Chef Kim chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing the red imprint left by his hand on her creamy skin. "It feels so good when I do it, doesn't it? You love being dominated, Chaeyeon. Admit it."
Chef Kim grinned wickedly as he watched Chaeyeon's body trembled in pleasure, her pleas only spurring him on. Gripping her hips firmly, he lined up his throbbing cock at her dripping entrance and thrust home in one smooth motion.
"Ahh, fuck! So big! So full!" Chaeyeon cried out, her back arching as she was stretched and filled to the brim. "Yes, just like that! Harder!"
Chef Kim sets a brutal pace as he pounded into her willing body. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, mixed by their moans and gasps.
Leaning over Chaeyeon's bound form, Chef Kim captured her lips in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as he fucked her with abandon. He could feel her inner walls starting to quiver, signaling her impending climax.
Chef Kim's hands roamed Chaeyeon's curves, squeezing and kneading her ample breasts as he drove into her with primal intensity. Each rough thrust sent her heavy mounds jiggling enticingly on his palms, making his cock throb even harder inside her.
"This is every man's fantasy, Chaeyeon. To claim a busty goddess like you, to bend you to our will and make you scream our name."
His fingers pinched her nipples sharply, twisting and tugging as he hammered into her. "Aghhh!! Y-Yes!! Yes! Every men… Fucked me.. so far.. loves me… getting f-fucked.. like this! I feel… seen! Feel.. ughh!! loved!"
"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I intend to do to you. I'm going to fill you up over and over again, until you're overflowing with my seed." He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against her cervix. Chaeyeon's eyes rolled back, a silent scream of pleasure tearing from her throat.
With a guttural roar, Chef Kim slammed into Chaeyeon one final time, his cock erupting inside her with a waves of hot, sticky cum. The sensation of his thick load flooding her depths triggered Chaeyeon's own climax, her body bowing and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"P-please… so much…" she whimpered, still overwhelmed by the sheer volume of his release. Yet even as she spoke, she could feel herself growing empty again, her insatiable hunger for his seed driving her to beg for more.
As Chef Kim's pulsing cock finally stilled, he released his grip on her hips, allowing Chaeyeon to collapse onto the mattress, boneless and spent. She lay there panting, her body slick with sweat and cum, a satisfied smile curving her lips.
He leaned to her ear as he untied the belt on her wrists. "This won't end without fucking your brains out in the shower, Chaeyeon."
Chef Kim carried her in a bridal style as they went to the spacious bathroom. As the warm spray of the shower cascaded over them, Chef Kim claimed Chaeyeon's mouth in a kiss, his tongue delving deep to tangle with hers. The steam rising from the water enveloped them, creating a intimate cocoon that amplified every touch, every sigh, and every moan.
Breaking the kiss, Chef Kim's gaze raked over Chaeyeon's sopping wet body. "I think we can get cleaner together." His hands roaming down her back to grab her ass, pulling her flush against his still-hard cock.
Without warning, he spun her around, pressing her front against the foggy glass door. One hand reached around to fondle her breast, while the other grabbed a bar of soap and scrubbed on his hard cock. "Let me clean your insides."
He thrusted his soapy cock inside of her sensitive clit. "Ahh~~ Chef.. I feel... weird but.. fuck!" Chaeyeon throaty moaned as he started to thrust in and out of her while pressing her front against the steamy glass.
Chef Kim grinned wickedly as he felt Chaeyeon's clit throb against his soapy cock, her moans music to his ears. He continued to thrust in and out, the friction of his soapy cock to her wet warm cavern adds it's pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" he teased, his voice husky with arousal. "Having me fuck your pussy like this, right up against the glass like a scene from an erotic movie."
"YES! YES, CHEF! YES!"
Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her. Leaving her clit aching and needy. "Chef! Don't go! Please continue fucking me!"
"Oh... You're so needy, Chaeyeon. But it's time to give another hole some attention." Chaeyeon wondered what it is until she felt his cock pressing against her tight butthole.
"C-Chef.. I... I've never experienced anal aex. They say... it hurts."
Chef Kim's cock nudged insistently against Chaeyeon's tight butthole, applying gentle pressure as he waited for her to relax and accept him. "Shh, just breathe. It's my first time too as well. I'll be gentle."
Slowly, he began to push, his soapy cock penetrating her virgin butthole inch by inch. Chaeyeon's eyes flew wide. "Acckk!!" a startled gasp escaping her lips as she felt the unfamiliar stretch and burn of her butthole accommodating his cock.
"F-Fuck... It's okay, baby." Chef Kim murmured, his voice a soothing balm as he worked himself deeper. "You're so tight and good... Just focus on the pleasure. Let yourself enjoy it."
As Chef Kim sank deeper into Chaeyeon's tight, butthole, he marveled at the sensation of claiming a part of her previously untouched. The heat, the resistance, the way her ass clenched around him. It was all so incredibly arousing.
"Fuck, you're so tight." he groaned, his hips rocking gently as he settled fully inside her. "I can feel every inch of your ass around my cock."
He paused for a moment, letting her adjust before beginning to move. Slow, gentle thrusts soon gave way to a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling through them both.
"Mmm~~ Yes… just like that~ Harder, please… I want to feel you... deep inside me."
Chef Kim obliged, picking up the pace as he plunged into Chaeyeon's butthole with increasing pace. Her face and breasts still pressed against the glass. Perfect recreation of an famous scene of every adult videos.
As he pistoned in and out, he reached around to play with Chaeyeon's clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation soon had her writhing under him, knees weakning, her cries of pleasure growing louder and more desperate.
"CHEF! DON'T STOP PLEASE! DON'T STOP UNTIL YOU FILL ME UP!"
"Fuuuck, you're so hot when you beg for it!"
With a final, brutal thrust, Chef Kim buried himself to the hilt in Chaeyeon's spasming butthole, his cock pulsing as he unleashed a torrent of hot semen deep within her. "Ah, fuck yeah! Take it all, you dirty slut!"
"Aaahhh!! Chef!!!" Chaeyeon screamed in ecstasy, her body convulsing wildly as her own orgasm crashed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, squirting down to the wet floor.
As the aftershocks subsided, Chef Kim slowly withdrew, his softening cock slipping free of her abused hole with a wet pop. Chaeyeon slumped against the glass, panting heavily, her legs trembling with exhaustion.
"I never knew.. Anal is… incredible, Chef." she managed to gasp, a dazed smile spreading across her face.
As the warm water rinsed away the evidence of their intense coupling, Chef Kim turned Chaeyeon to face him, capturing her lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Their mouths moved in perfect sync, tongues dancing and twining as they savored the taste of each other.
When they finally broke apart, both were grinning from ear to ear, their faces flushed with bliss. "Mmm, I think we've thoroughly cleaned ourselves. Another round?" Chef Kim asked, his hands trailing lovingly over Chaeyeon's curves.
"I would love to, Chef but unfortunately... we need to check out. I have a schedule today." Chaeyeon's voice laced with sadness that their private intimate time is limited.
They dried themselves and wore their clothes. As soon as they left the hotel room, Chaeyeon's manager is already waiting at the hotel's lobby.
"I'll go ahead now, Chef. Let's keep in touch, Okay?" Chaeyeon kissed his cheek and waved goodbye.
As Chaeyeon disappeared around the corner with her manager, Chef Kim couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Their moments together had been pure magic, and he found himself craving more of her.
With a contented sigh, Chef Kim made his way back to his own car, his thoughts already drifting to the memories they'd created and their future yet to come.
"Not even ones with pretty girls? If you come with, you can make out with me."
You raise an eyebrow. "I don't need a party to do that."
Nakyoung giggles, shaking her head and pursing those perfect little lips of hers. "Who else is going to come rescue me if things go south?"
That's almost unfair, given she's always gotten her way by pulling that sort of card with you. The truth is you're weak, especially against a girl as cute as her. With innocent eyes so pleading, that smile, her fluttering lashes. And then there's the hand inside your unbuttoned pants, that firm grip around your hard cock while you're pressed up against the library shelves, trying your hardest to keep quiet while her slender fingers stroke along with a little less innocence.
"Please?" Nakyoung pleads in your ear as she tightens that grip, thumb rubbing just under the swollen tip as it leaves behind a sticky trail. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top? All I need is an hour at most, and then you can go back to studying or whatever you need."
You can't stop the groan that comes when she starts kissing at that sensitive spot behind your neck. Or the shudder when you feel her tight fist squeezing from the head of your cock down to your base, nice and slow in one fluid motion.
"W-what do I get out of it, then?" you reply as best as you can, unable to take your eyes off those tempting lips. Or the peek you get when the v-cut of her shirt gives you a glimpse of the black lace hiding under.
"Me? Is my company not enough?" Nakyoung responds with feigned sadness, stroking at a torturously slow rhythm to drain out the last bit of your restraint. "But if you really want something more, my hand around your cock, finishing the job should convince you, no?"
It's almost a miracle you can maintain an ounce of composure, considering how Nakyoung has her hand shoved down your pants.
She loves not playing fair, not even bothering to hide the smirk on her face while your fingers dig into the edge of the shelf, trying so hard not to let yourself fall victim right there and then.
"Alright, f-fine," you sigh, seeing that cute smile spread over her face right away. It's that satisfaction, that smugness she enjoys from getting her way. But also those fingers around your shaft that stroke a little faster with each passing second, so determined to get you over the edge.
"That wasn't so hard now, was it, silly?" she murmurs, now stroking at a more rapid, steady rate, making you throb inside that fist of hers. "But you are—so consider this a thank you in advance."
And she has no qualms, jerking you off in a public space of all places, pumping even faster now that she has the answer she wants. No better bribery, you suppose.
"O-one hour. And then—fuck," you mutter, and the more you struggle, the more Nakyoung seems to grip tighter. Relentless in how she brings you closer with each pump and twist, applying just enough pressure against the tip when her thumb rubs just so, right at that most sensitive spot.
"Well, now that I've got you to agree, how about two then?"
"Don't—" you warn in the instant when your balls tighten up and your hips jolt. "Don't push your fucking luck, Naky. One hour, and not a minute more."
Nakyoung just giggles, squeezing your cock tight. "If you insist."
And that's enough—right when her lips crash onto yours for the most frantic, messy kiss imaginable. It's hard enough to keep the sounds muffled, when you explode all over her fingers, no stopping the spasms that take over your body while hot, sticky cum flows over her fingers, spurting out so violently as she keeps stroking, until every last drop empties out.
"Knew this would work," Nakyoung says as she removes that hand and proceeds to casually lick her hand clean, tongue running between each finger while looking right at you the entire time. "And for the record, I definitely would've jerked you off regardless, so this wasn't all just a tactic to get what I wanted."
Good to know, you suppose.
Nothing coherent left you can string together now, watching Nakyoung turn and walk away with no rush at all while you stare, a sense of disbelief at what you've gotten yourself into.
"See you at the party, handsome!"
Nakyoung waves just as she disappears around the corner. You take a moment or two to zip yourself back up and gather yourself, barely registering anything in the moment as reality sinks in.
Now you've agreed to this, you can't very well back out, can you? There's a certain stubbornness to her. And then there's a certain stubbornness in you, unwilling to be anything but a man of your word.
One hour, or maybe a little more—that's manageable. Not like you'll be entirely around strangers. What could really be the harm in joining Nakyoung and a few other friends? It's just one hour. That should be easy enough.
You hope.
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As you'd imagine, the moment you step in through the door to this unknown address a few blocks off campus, there's a bit of apprehension.
Music thumps off the walls, louder than even anticipated, with people you only have a vague awareness of. At least some of these faces are familiar, classmates of Nakyoung and yours. Others you're unfamiliar with. It's all very stereotypical, the house not particularly large, somewhat crowded, with beer bottles already lining the kitchen counters and red cups on almost every surface, sofas taken up by a number of people.
There's nothing interesting the first glance or two around, a little game of beer pong taking place in the open living room, a couple girls already making out at the bottom of the stairs—one of them with legs far too long, the other girl with a shirt far too tight. The decorations are questionable, you'd dare say, but you're not exactly here to critique. You're here for an hour of Nakyoung's time and maybe one drink. That's all this has to be.
Looking out through the big sliding doors on the other side, there's a little patio with some people hanging outside smoking, what you suspect is probably something other than cigarettes. Everything looks harmless for now, but still not entirely to your liking.
And right now, you don't even see Nakyoung anywhere. Only faces of people you vaguely recognize. If she doesn't show up in the next fifteen minutes, that would make a perfectly fine reason to go, you figure.
That's when your luck runs out and that familiar presence turns the corner, the figure you can't mistake for anyone else. Black high heels to start, and a black top that looks good on her. Very good. Showing off the slightest peek of her toned stomach, and enough cleavage to leave your mind wandering.
"There you are! You didn't ditch me after all," Nakyoung says, words already a little slurred and a playful smile to match as she throws her arms around you. It takes all your restraint not to let that gaze drop straight to her chest again.
"Thought about it for a moment."
Nakyoung has to fight back a laugh as she opens up a beer for you, which you hesitate to accept before getting caught up in that gaze again.
"Give it ten minutes. Once I get you started on beer, you'll warm up to everyone real quick."
"I really shouldn't—"
"Oh come on, you're at a party. Of course you should," Nakyoung encourages and pushes the cold, inviting bottle into your hands. "Just one won't hurt now, will it?"
Hard to disagree with that pleading look she gives, and before you can give it another thought, that frosty glass touches your lips, tilting back just enough to leave a taste of disappointment on your tongue.
When Nakyoung finds your free hand and squeezes, pulling you towards one of the little groups she knows at these events, there's no reluctance this time, because, quite frankly, alcohol or not, you know she's just too enticing that you'd follow her to the ends of the world and back.
"And this is my friend, by the way, everyone, from one of my classes," Nakyoung says in a far too excited tone, leading you to a tight group of three girls on the couch. "I've told you plenty about him, and he's agreed to babysit me for the evening."
"I don't remember signing off on that," you sigh and sit down on an open space on the sofa. The beer your only anchor while she scoots right in close, closer than you anticipate. And somehow, you're even more uncomfortable here on this little sofa, sandwiched between her body and the armrest.
"No, you definitely agreed to that," Nakyoung teases you, laughing. "Which means I need someone to look after me so I don't end up stumbling into a bush or off the balcony or anything else. So, that's why you're here."
"That's it?"
"Yes. And the cute face."
You roll your eyes, supposing there is a sense of truth to those words. The next swig of beer has instant regret all over it the moment you put the bottle down on the coffee table.
Nakyoung leans in closer, squeezing your thigh and leaving it there for an extra-long, torturous moment, for some weird sense of reassurance. "Oh, I guess I should introduce the rest. This is Jiyeon, from one of my early classes, Yubin and Nien from track—"
"You're in track?" you cut in, suddenly rather skeptical, especially with such athletic women in the midst.
"As long as it doesn't require too many hurdles or jumping, then, yes," Nakyoung admits with a laugh.
"Isn't that like half of track?"
That earns a snicker from one of the other girls, the one with the pink hair.
None of those names mean much to you right now, but you offer them a polite smile and take in the differences. One girl, Jiyeon; with braided pigtails, a shy smile, and an effortless kind of cuteness. Yubin sitting there and barely even looking up from her red cup in her hands. And then Nien, well, the most confident one, almost intimidating with her looks despite the pink hair tied up in a ponytail and a flower tattoo on her left shoulder.
They all seem harmless enough, at least not any red flags you can see, and certainly a lot better company than the rest of this house full of drunk strangers.
Nakyoung she seems even drunker already after a few sips, her words slurring more, and her affection far less contained than her sober form. "He's a total sweetheart, once you get past the initial silent, mysterious act."
"So, you two together then, Naky?" Yubin is the one to ask such a question without warning, but it's enough to make the other two turn their attention, expecting an answer. Nakyoung grins, head on your shoulder for a brief moment.
"N-no, no, we're just friends," she denies, even though that hand of hers is squeezing a little harder around your thigh now. "Just classmates, really. Well, I wouldn't say that exactly. We have fucked a few times though. Just recently. Maybe once or twice."
And that's your cue to nearly down the rest of your drink in one gulp.
"Jesus, Naky," you murmur and have to look away, your face reddening in an instant at how suddenly those words come spilling out.
Nakyoung laughs, not even attempting to hold anything back, because she knows how easily flustered you get. "What? We have, like three or four times this week alone."
"For fuck's sake, can we maybe not talk about this—" you interrupt and try your best not to choke on your drink, face turning bright red. The three girls opposite seem more than amused by it all, Nien even more so a surprising look of eagerness.
"Hey, no shame in enjoying yourself. We're all adults here, no?" the pink haired girl replies. "Just happy to hear one of us is getting some action."
"He's a really good fuck," Nakyoung admits as if you're not sitting right there next to her. Her words draw in even more interest, perhaps a little more than expected, those stares, those looks. "Why do you think I'm always late for class the following morning?"
Yubin and Nien laugh at her forwardness, while you just stay quiet, having no idea how to respond to this scenario, a whole range of expressions playing out on your face. And Jiyeon looks almost as embarrassed as you are, the more innocent of the group it seems, staying quiet throughout.
"Like, yeah, not gonna lie, that thing in his pants is kinda amazing," Nakyoung continues with no shame, no sense of hesitation. And with no filter at this point.
"Naky—you're fucking drunk, please," you plead with her, feeling more heat rising in your face with each passing second.
Nakyoung lets out a sweet little laugh, leaning over to kiss your cheek so tenderly. "Of course I am, that's how parties work, dummy. But fine, I'll stop talking about your nice cock and how I'm obsessed with it—"
And just like that, that soft pair of lips finds yours right away, intoxicating, pressing hard and leaving you without any more complaints. A rather raw, unfiltered display when she deepens the kiss within moments, getting her fingers tangled in your hair to keep you firmly in place.
"I'm gonna get another drink, wanna come with?" Jiyeon asks in an obviously flustered voice. "Yubam, I'm stealing you."
The moment those two get up, Nakyoung takes the opportunity to slide over into your lap without any warning, a mess of both booze and lust as those pouty lips find their way right along your neck. "You don't mind, do you, Nien, sweetie?"
All the pink-haired girl does is shake her head. That's how you know she's a good friend of Naky, far too unflustered, too used to the way she acts in these kinds of places. But you hardly have time to register it, when there's yet another sloppy kiss on your lips, wet, fervent, hands tugging hard on your hair. Her tongue slips into your mouth and makes it that much harder to concentrate on any thoughts, while her weight grinds into your lap.
And Nien just laughs, sipping her drink casually, legs crossed as she watches this make-out session unfolding, not at all bothered by it.
"Guess you're pretty easy to babysit when you're right here to keep an eye on," you mutter between hungry kisses, no more protesting in your state.
Nakyoung smiles, her hands holding firm to either side of your face. "I'll be even more manageable if we just take this into the bedroom—"
Your body tenses, head clearing up all of a sudden. It's like a sharp gust of cold wind hits you all at once, knowing full well what sort of implications lie behind those words. "Naky, no. W-we can't just—"
But Nakyoung looks right at you with this devious smile, as she runs a thumb over your lips. "Shush. Yes, we can. This place has plenty of empty rooms, the music is loud as hell in here, and everyone is too drunk to care either way."
There's nothing sensible enough to counter that, not with that sense of inevitability. Not with the alcohol loosening your senses and judgment.
"I'll keep watch," Nien suddenly offers with a coy little laugh. "Give me a text whenever you're done."
You groan and close your eyes, the music in the background making it impossible to think, while the feeling of Nakyoung's breath hot on your ear does the exact opposite.
"We might be a while." Nakyoung leans in to your ear, giggling, and grabs your wrist without so much a thought, latching on tightly. "Depends on how much stamina he has. Already drained him earlier today, but who knows..."
"I'm not getting out of this one, am I?"
You know the answer to that before you asked. "No, you're not. Plus, I still haven't given your surprise for tonight yet."
Nakyoung moves out of your lap just enough for you to get on your feet, pulling you up from the couch. Everything turns into a bit of a drunken stumble as she leads you away from the living room and up the stairs, Nien following a bit behind through the noise and chaos.
It's up here things get far more cramped, the second floor hallway filled with so many people, some making out, others who just couldn't be bothered to move out of the way. It's a place Nakyoung navigates far better in this drunken state, a place that threatens any sense of privacy you hope to find.
"This one's free, yeah?"
You're tugged along again, into an empty bedroom, one of many that line that hall. The sound of thumping dance music is a lot softer here, the two of you stumbling inside while Nien waits out in the hall, phone already in hand, keeping watch like she promised.
"God, you're fucking horny, aren't you?" you ask with the faintest chuckle, as Nakyoung kicks her heels off, locking the door behind you.
"No, I'm fucking wasted," Nakyoung corrects and takes a step forward to push you onto the bed, with just enough force and momentum so you land back with a soft bounce. "Which means I'm twice as horny."
But her words become less intelligible, the second she throws herself onto you. Nakyoung kisses with the fervor of a woman possessed, grabbing tight and clinging on to anything within reach. Within mere moments you feel those fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt, bringing it up over your head. There's hardly a word to describe it as she attacks your chest with kisses, hot, burning, fingers exploring all along your abdomen.
"Why does a pretty boy like you have to be so built as well?" Nakyoung murmurs, right as that tongue slides along your bare chest. "I can't help myself with you."
More kisses and more exploration. The trail along your chest leads right to your neck, a good number of people still outside who might hear every noise, every word, but she doesn't seem to care. It doesn't slow her down for a single moment. And your pants grow tighter with each breath, each touch.
"You know there's like a billion people out there," you remind her with some apprehension, which she takes as an invitation to start sucking all that sensitive skin.
"And? Probably a lot more than that. Let 'em hear. They can know how loud you make me scream," Nakyoung answers, so determined to not let you leave here without a few extra marks across your body. So she has no qualms in sucking, biting, using any tricks at her disposal.
But those noises soon drown out the second Nakyoung is peeling her black top over her head, throwing it aside with no regard for where it ends up. And revealing a pair of scrumptious tits hidden by that thin black bra that you've been dying for since you got here. Even covered up, Nakyoung's chest still gets you going, all pale and tempting, plenty to fill your hands once they come into reach.
"Told you there'd be a surprise, and I never break my promises," Nakyoung says in that oh so innocent tone of hers, when you can't help but stare once those hands start unhooking her bra from the back.
"New bra or something? Pretty sure I've seen them all by now, Naky," you say while she takes her sweet time in making you wait, each strap taking a painful few moments before being slowly pulled off those bare shoulders.
"No, not that. You'll see in just a second—"
The moment she leans away enough, that bra is loose, ready to slip right off her chest. All that anticipation just adds an extra layer of torment, but then comes the dramatic reveal—those perfect tits of hers with a tiny little addition this time. Just a slight glimmer when the light hits them, a metal stud shining. Two, to be more precise.
Right on her nipples.
It takes the breath right from your lungs, a mesmerizing sight as Nakyoung takes pride in your reaction, allowing you this moment of ogling those pierced, pretty nipples.
"What do you think?" Nakyoung asks, teasing one with a fingertip as you almost forget how to use your words for a second, just unable to look away.
"Holy shit—" is what comes out eventually, a reaction enough for Nakyoung to giggle. You lean forward and admire those shiny, brand-new additions that change the whole night. It changes the way her tits are that much more perfect, those pretty little nipples even far more appetizing. "Fuck, they look so good on you."
"They feel even better. Extra sensitive," Nakyoung assures as that confidence is all over her face. "So don't worry if you're a bit rough. Go on, touch them. Enjoy your surprise."
When she presses your palms into her tits, you give in right away, kneading one gently while your other hand plays with her freshly pierced nipples, rolling it between your fingertips and eliciting an extra loud gasp. Those perfect, supple tits in your hands feel better than ever with this new jewelry. Your fingers keep circling that nipple, pinching, twisting to see what she can handle.
It leaves Nakyoung to breathe all her little moans out, while you give these their first test drive.
"Oh my god... yeah, these definitely feel better, holy fuck," Nakyoung manages, gasping, her chest already heaving as your touches get a little rougher. There's a needy look in her eyes when you tweak one just enough, activating all that sensitivity and much more.
"I love them. They make your tits look even better." You can't imagine what you look like now, when you squeeze her breast in your palm, sitting up a bit straighter so you can latch on to the other. Taking that whole nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue over and around, sucking gently, and the way Nakyoung moans out is all the confirmation needed. Her fingers slip right into your hair again, nails digging in when you start sucking a little harder.
"Plus, you get a little extra to look at when I suck your cock."
As good as that sounds, you're far too focused on those stiff, slippery nipples and how your lips suck a little harder, flick a little faster to get more noises out of her. "Can't wait to have so much fun with these, Naky. Think I might not ever stop sucking on them."
"P-please, don't, your mouth is driving me crazy—"
Her breathing is getting louder, heavier by the second, taking advantage of how nice these new piercings look while you play with them. And just the smallest hint of teeth grazing causes Nakyoung to twitch, her whole body responding to each nibble, your hands pressing them together. "These fucking tits—I think my favorite part of you might be your tits."
"You're just realizing that now? You're obsessed with them, you have been for months," Nakyoung points out, already overwhelmed by what you can do with just your mouth. "But as good as this feels, I think your cock must be aching by now, am I right?"
If the growing bulge in your pants hadn't said it all already, it's very obvious once Nakyoung palms that area between your legs.
"Hard and throbbing just how I like it," Nakyoung murmurs, dropping to her knees off the bed. She undoes your zipper nice and slow, stroking you through your underwear once she tugs them down. "Hard as a fucking rock. All because of my tits."
"And your thighs too. Your lips, your pussy, your tight little asshole—fuck, the whole package really."
She giggles when you continue, those fingers slowing over your shaft, not providing too much pressure or stimulation yet. Just enjoying this light little contact for a few moments longer, until she does pull them off the rest of the way.
Then there's nothing but amusement at how your rock hard cock springs right out the second it's free.
"Can't hide anything with you," you grumble in defeat and lie back, completely exposed and bare for Nakyoung. As she gets situated between your legs, her hand wraps around your length, slowly stroking you.
"You could never hide anything this big. God, should have just sucked this thing downstairs in front of everybody instead," Nakyoung chuckles and spreads your thighs a little wider apart before her tongue presses right against your balls, slowly sliding upward, covering each inch with a warm, sticky coat of saliva.
"You're crazy. We can't even do this here without your friend out there on guard duty—"
Before you have time to form another protest, her tongue finds the tip, flicking around your swollen head a few times. From there, Nakyoung has no qualms of wrapping her lips around your cock, bobbing her head along your shaft. Just barely taking the whole length in those first moments. It's an intoxicating feeling, especially when her mouth is just the perfect mixture of warm and wet, paired with those hungry noises she makes the more she swallows your cock.
"Never heard you this quiet," Nakyoung quips and the slurp of spit echoes when she pulls those lips off. Her tongue swirls a little more as it descends, lavishing a long, heavy lick down to the base before making its way back to your glistening head.
"Because I'm just staring at your tits," you answer in earnest, and without an ounce of shame or remorse.
A glimpse of that smile appears on Nakyoung's wet lips for a brief moment, as her tongue traces along your cock, tip to hilt and back again. She sucks briefly on your swollen cockhead before engulfing it whole once again, every inch of it disappearing between those lips in one go, all that heat far too overwhelming.
"Jesus christ, that mouth of yours," you groan, breaking the silence with your head tilting back. Especially devastating when she gets her nose buried in your crotch, holding with those eyes staring up, just so you'll lose it even more. Her gag reflex is no more than an afterthought when her tongue runs up the underside of your shaft with every bob of her head, a constant flow leaking from the corners of her mouth.
"Gotta get you ready for my pussy," Nakyoung mutters with the tiniest pause before diving right back in. It's hardly a second before your cock disappears between her lips, filling her mouth over and over, slipping in as far as it can go. The occasional glance downward to distract, a brief view of her kneeling there in nothing but a skirt, topless, saliva running down her chin.
"God, that's good," you hiss out, the sensation of Nakyoung's hot tongue so intense along the underside. Every little slurp of spit that echoes, every bob of those pretty pink lips has your head spinning in the most blissful of ways. It's such a sight to behold, those piercings of hers jutting out even more the faster that she goes, that greedy mouth devouring more of your cock every single second.
"Can't fucking get enough of this cock," Nakyoung gasps between those sloppy, spit covered slurps, eyes gazing right into yours.
The pressure around your cock builds a little faster, every slurp, every ounce of wetness so prominent when Nakyoung starts stroking you and licking at your balls, drawing the pair into her mouth and rolling them around with her tongue. It all threatens that last ounce of composure you have left. Every flick and curl of her tongue, it brings that rush to you faster.
Another delicious glance, and that warm mouth simply sucks your balls while she squeezes, pumping up and down your spit covered shaft in her hand.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" she asks, so confident, like it's not even any sort of challenge. "Do you want to bust a huge load all over my tits?"
"N-Naky," you say through moans, enjoying the way your cock seems to disappear with no effort whatsoever when that familiar sensation hits and her lips engulf you once again. No stopping or hesitating. And just with a few more bobs of her head, a few more gentle squeezes of your balls, that question needs no answer.
She seems to sense it, or your desperate moans say it all, the way you groan and your fingers tense against the sheets. Nakyoung already knows exactly what's about to happen—in fact, she wants to encourage it with how hard those lips suck.
"F-fuck—I'm gonna—"
No chance for Nakyoung to pull off, taking you even deeper with that slick mouth. The vibrations of her moans are what make you reach a breaking point right then and there as she aims your cock cock directly at her chest, pumping frantically.
That smile is what ultimately does you in, almost as much as her tits.
Your moans turns desperate when you have no control left, releasing everything in your balls, hot cum shooting right onto those milky tits. One shot after another, a thick stream leaving a mess of white streaked across Nakyoung's beautiful, bare breasts. And it lands right where she intends—the delicious valley between, the tiny metal barbells right through her nipples, pumping it all out until there's a proper glistening, sticky sheen to the piercings,
"God, you really covered them," Nakyoung says, satisfaction across her features as she smears the results across her tits, keeping you rock hard even after you've emptied everything.
But for someone who looks so good naked, even better now, Nakyoung still reaches a new level when she dives right back in, immediately sucking your cock clean of any leftover cum with that tight seal around your shaft. And when she's done, it's only a matter of seconds before she's rubbing your tip over her chest, over those still hard and glistening nipples.
"Need you in me. Like right now," Nakyoung says in the most lust-ladened voice, sounding a little impatient as she keeps stroking your sensitive cock, kissing her way up. "Fuck me, pretty boy. I don't care where or how, just—"
If that's the case, you can't deny that and let your gaze drift up to those perky breasts once again, at Nakyoung half-naked and covered in cum. No regrets about painting those tits white, and no doubt that she doesn't want you to stop looking.
Nakyoung’s lips are still glossy when she pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. You sit up, chest heaving, eyes locked on her chest as the silence lingers thick between you.
She’s about to speak when you stand, catching her waist in your grip, forcing her to turn around. Before she can steady herself, you’ve already steered her across the room, quick little steps that leave her taken aback—almost tripping when you back that perfect body up to the bedroom door. "W-what are you—"
"I'm fucking you, obviously," you reply as your hands are on her skirt in a flash, scrunching it up around her waist to reveal her voluptuous pale ass in thin lace. "Unless you've changed your mind…"
"There's still like thirty people outside," Nakyoung utters in disbelief, not sure how to react. "You can't be—"
And her whole demeanor changes, shifting the moment you smack that tight ass, hard, just enough to hear her little yelp of pleasure. "You wanted to suck me off in front of your friends—so, why not fuck you with all those people right behind that door?"
Her surprise melts when you spank her again, forcing a groan out and that sharp, delicious slap of palm meeting flesh. And it only drives home that smile forming, when she leans her weight forward a little more, so her chest is flush up against the door, skirt hiked all the way up.
"You're bad…" Nakyoung says with her cheek to the door and her voice turned just a little more seductive. "Did something come over you? You're not usually this—"
Another quick slap lands with the full force of your hand. "What, dominant?"
"Yeah, usually, I'm the one running the show. Where did that come from?"
"Dunno—I blame the piercings." Another spank. Then, one more, so it leaves a bright red mark on her ass, where the creamy flesh is the most sensitive, inching that tiny thong a little lower, until a quick tug slides them down to her ankles. "Kinda made me want to ruin you."
"Mm, do whatever you want then. Wreck me if it makes you happy," Nakyoung says, looking over her shoulder.
There's nothing left between you and how easily her legs spread, or how her pussy is practically drooling. "Hope your friend is still out there. Bet she'd love to hear what I'm about to do to you."
"Maybe if I moan loud enough," Nakyoung says, with her palms flat against the door, pressed up to the wood. And you’re right there, sliding into her from behind in one fluid motion, every inch filling her warm little cunt.
"God, you're fucking drenched," is all you can manage, too focused on the feeling of that wet, velvety heat squeezing so tightly around your cock. One slow withdrawal and then you drive yourself back inside, while Nakyoung moans not so quietly as you find her hips and get a solid grip, taking no time at all to pound into her, slamming hard.
"You're fucking me against a door, with people on the other side. And a party going on. Of course I'm wet," Nakyoung counters, palms planted against the wooden frame.
It doesn't take more than a few thrusts to have her warm, slippery cunt coat your length, all that sticky arousal that mixes with the leftover saliva, making the slide in even easier.
"Oh my god, you feel so good. I think I've missed this cock a little too much." Your hips start to really move and her moans are spilling freely now, unable to help but picture Nien standing on the other side, hearing the dull rattle of the door and pretending not to know what’s happening.
"Your pussy is unbelievable," you hiss, not holding back when your cock begins slamming into her with so little mercy. Inch after inch swallowed with ease, her pussy stretching and welcoming it with each rough pump. "God, I'm never going to get over how good your fucking pussy feels."
"Could say the same about your cock," Nakyoung adds, as your hips crash into her tight ass, making that flesh bounce when your skin collides. "Just keep pounding me into this door, fuck—"
Hard not to as you bury every inch into her, the clench impossible to escape. She's never been this loud or demanding with you, and it drives your cock deeper, wanting to feel more of that warm cunt taking everything, this door the literal only barrier between you and the rest of the party.
The noises come as loud as you expect, the door protesting against your every move as the wood rattles behind every pop of your hips. It's relentless—no letting up when Nakyoung gets tighter, even wetter somehow while your thick shaft impales her cunt, clinging onto her body that starts to glisten with sweat.
Nothing you can do but keep the feverish pace as you drive your dick into her repeatedly.
"Feels—s-so good, your cock is fucking splitting me open," Nakyoung moans in a frenzy of bliss, unable to help herself with how your cock pistons into that greedy little pussy. "You're fucking me so damn well. They can hear, right? They can definitely hear me getting destroyed."
You're pretty sure the entire neighborhood can hear at this point, yet you refuse to stop, relishing how every part of her cunt keeps gripping your cock, demanding it and never letting go.
And those pretty cries get even louder, that desperation layered into her voice when your hands leave her hips for a moment, fingers groping and playing with her tits from behind, pinching at those sensitive, pierced nipples. It's a sensation her entire body trembles at, causing her to claw at the door for some type of leverage, squeezing your cock just a little bit tighter. "G-god—just keep doing that. Fucking use me, play with my tits and use me please—"
You'll do just that, with ease.
Those pretty fucking tits are all yours to grab, play with, twist those stiff buds as much as you desire, all while continuing to rail her cunt as hard as your body allows. Each new thrust makes Nakyoung moans louder than ever, in tandem with the thud of the door that sounds like a distant echo at this point.
"Gonna fucking cum—so hard, all over your big, throbbing cock," she desperately groans out when your fingers start twisting a little harder, making sure her scrumptious tits get their due attention.
That's the last thing you hear before that messy climax hits with no more warning whatsoever. All of that slippery flesh clenches hard around your cock, tight enough to suffocate every inch, to coax the load you'd been staving off.
She's completely wrecked when she cums, panting hard, nearly collapsing against the wood, her juices leaking everywhere. "F-fuck—god, your cock is ridiculous, really. Can barely think straight when you're driving into me that fucking deep."
You have no plans to stop, not for a second when all you need is to reach your own finish, sliding your hands back down and to her hips to guide every thrust while the rest of Nakyoung is braced up against the door, her breasts pressed against the wood. It's too easy to picture the other side, with Nien outside, a dozen others trying to listen. Or maybe the music is too loud, and they're a little too drunk to even care.
"Use me," Nakyoung pleads, barely hanging on. "P-please, use me to cum, unload everything into my pussy, fill it—"
So easy to follow those words when she’s practically begging with her cheek to the door, an incoherent mess of slurred words and groans.
"That what you want? You brought me here so I can cum inside your tight little pussy?" you growl, feeling everything building impossibly quick now, no chance to stall your hips when that familiar tightness runs through your balls. "Gonna fucking fill you then. Make everything inside you all hot and messy—pump you full, like you deserve."
There are no more words, only the harshest sounds of flesh against flesh, Nakyoung's desperate moans, and her cunt that takes ahold of you in such a way there's no turning back. Just these loud thuds of her body pinned against the wood, the smack of your sweat-drenched hips crashing into her ass as you struggle to do anything but give in.
One last, deep stroke is all it takes, when your cockhead slams deep inside the silky depths of her cunt, where she squeezes so tight—it's impossible to fight it. The moment that pressure boils over, you're moaning out loud, buried to the hilt as your your balls release thick, hot spurts her cunt greedily swallows up, insatiable for more. A near delirious feeling, that feels better the more you empty inside Nakyoung.
No chance of fighting anything, just that sticky, hot load flowing into her cunt, a harsh grip on her hips that keeps her pinned up against the door. Every drop is hers to claim, overflowing before you can even finish pumping it into her, already trickling down her creamy thighs.
And Nakyoung just relishes the satisfaction, leaning her weight up against the door for balance, her body covered in a layer of sweat by this point.
"D-don't pull out yet, fuck, your cum feels so warm," she mumbles, disheveled hair stuck to her face, chest heaving while you finally start to slow, still sheathed in her cum-filled cunt. "Want it all inside, feels so good.”
Not that you would even consider leaving the heaven that is Nakyoung's pussy, the relief that floods over as your cock throbs inside, even after completely unloading. All you can manage is one deep, exhausted breath, resting your forehead on the back of her shoulder while that high lingers. You can feel every messy, sticky detail pressed against your body, her cunt still clinging tight.
"Feels so good, I swear, you've never fucked me like that before. My pussy is so full, god, I haven't been fucked like that since—"
"Tuesday?"
Nakyoung giggles and presses back against you, pushing that tight ass up into your hips like she's eager to draw out more of your messy load. "Shush. I was gonna say, last week, but Tuesday works too, I guess."
With one tired, chaste kiss to her shoulder, you let go of Nakyoung's hips, pulling out with a groan. But she remains against the door, as if still needing support, and you get the beautiful sight of the aftermath, her pretty pussy lips all slick, spread open and oozing with your milky white seed that has no place to go but those thighs, and the floor underneath.
All that’s left is to admire that delicious mess, committing every detail to memory, taking everything in. That smooth, pale back of hers. Her short, black hair, down around her shoulders, the sweat glistening across her skin. Her petite frame, bent slightly forward, her perfect ass, still a little red, and most of all—that pearly white dripping down both thighs, mixed with all her arousal, overflowing right in front of your eyes.
"You gonna keep staring, or help a girl clean up?" Nakyoung laughs and pulls you back to reality, reaching one hand behind you to give your still hard cock a teasing squeeze.
"Why would I help when the view is this good?"
"Then take a damn picture, you pervert," Nakyoung suggests while she kicks off her panties, leaving them discarded on the floor.
"It would be a crime if I didn't. Maybe send it to all your cute friends?"
Nakyoung shifts on her heels, taking a step away from the door when she tugs her skirt back in place. "Don't you dare. I know I'm a little reckless, but even that crosses a line. Gotta keep them thinking I'm still innocent."
"Since when? You? The girl who already told them how much we fuck?"
"Look, that was me being honest. Nothing wrong with being open between friends, right?"
"Right… or maybe you're still drunk."
Somehow, you both find a place to sit on the edge of the bed, too worn out to do little but kiss each other. Both your clothes still ditched on the floor.
"I must be, because we're still naked, and I think I wanna keep going."
Ridiculous. But not exactly impossible, either. "Jesus, Naky. Give a guy a moment."
Nakyoung, always in some sort of disbelief that someone could tire out so fast, lets out a sigh. "Fine. You lie down then. Guess we should get dressed at some point, before someone decides they need the room."
That's true, you're not actually sure how much longer this party will go on for. And you'd hate to have someone crash in on this little moment.
"In a bit," you murmur and lean back, just admiring the view. "Wanna stare at your tits a little longer."
A roll of her eyes as she straddles your lap, and leans forward, making sure they're nice and close to your face. "Pervert. Maybe you're more ready to go again than I thought."
You laugh. "Maybe. But not here. You said an hour, and I'm pretty sure it's been far more than that."
"Oops," she laughs, a hint of a smirk at the edge of her mouth. "Yeah, okay. Get dressed, and let me go first, yeah?"
"First you wanted to blow me in front of Nien and the rest of your friends—now you wanna keep this hidden?"
Nakyoung makes sure to give you another wet, sloppy kiss before sliding off your lap. "A girl has a reputation to uphold. Can't let it go around campus that I'm a wild, cock-hungry freak."
"Kind of late for that, isn't it?"
Her smile widens as she saunters around the room, picking your clothes up off the floor and shoves everything into your chest. "Alright, you got me. Meet me at the stairs whenever you're ready. Let's get out of here—this party is kind of lame."
That might be the understatement of the century, but the second she exits the room, you take a quick, quiet breather. When you escape out the door, nobody really cares at all, other than the pink haired Nien a few feet away, staring a little longer at the lovebites on your neck.
"Here I thought you were the rough one, but looks like Naky was the one who gets a little possessive," Nien teases as she follows alongside you, not even trying to hide her interest.
"What, these? These are old, from a few days ago," you say, turning a little red while your palm tries to hide the evidence.
"You are a terrible liar," Nien replies, unable to suppress her laugh, but doesn't press. Only a bit more ahead, to where Nakyoung waits for you both, hair a little messier, panties forgotten, your cum still leaking down those thighs.
Unsurprisingly, she still has that carefree expression, like she didn't just get railed in some stranger’s bedroom. "Thanks for playing lookout. Sorry if I got a little loud."
"Oh, did you? Couldn't hear a thing," Nien says, lying almost as bad as you.
Nakyoung grabs her leather jacket, leaning over to hug the girl before they split ways. "Well, I'd like to say this was a lovely party, but that would also make me a liar. I think we're out of here."
"See you in class then?"
"Perhaps. You know I don't like getting up before ten though."
Nien laughs, as the two depart ways, and you trail behind her to the exit, one step behind and never further away.
"Naky," you start, as soon as you wait by the curb, a taxi on it's way to get you, no clue how this night is going to continue.
"Yes, pretty boy?"
"No more parties. Your friends are nice, but—"
A quick kiss cuts off the rest of that thought. "Fine, fine. No more bribing you to parties filled with people you barely know. I promise. For now, we'll just spend time at your place instead. Order a pizza—beer, watch that new anime we both like while I ride your cock."
And another kiss, so hungry it steals your breath, not caring who else is nearby. "Yeah, that sounds much better."
"Thought so. Now, let's get home before I ride you right on the curb."
It's too hard to respond before a yellow car pulls up, the doors open and ready to take you back to your place.
---
Home again, with pizza on the way, Nakyoung occupies that space on your lap, episode three already going on in the background.
Not that your attention is anywhere but front and center when Nakyoung isn't wearing a thing. Her skirt is on the floor, jacket tossed nearby, tits out in the open, bouncing freely each time she sinks all the way down on your cock.
"Yeah, this is much better. Nobody around. Nobody having to watch out and ruin the fun. I'm sorry I even dragged you to that dumb party."
"I'll accept this as your apology," you say, just watching how Nakyoung gets so ravenous, bouncing her ass, those sweaty, glistening thighs slamming so hard against your own. "But the pizza is gonna be here any minute..."
Nakyoung seems far less enthused by the mere mention, pressing down hard on your chest as if she needs more leverage. "You're worried about pizza, when I'm riding the fuck out of your cock? Delivery guy can just leave it there. Or you can pick me up and fuck me while you answer the door. Whatever suits you best."
Impossible not to groan at that when her hips slam harder, riding you nothing shy of erratic to shut you up.
"What is with you and wanting other people to watch? First the party, now the delivery guy—"
"Hey, sometimes an audience makes it all the more fun," Nakyoung shoots back, still riding you hard without any mercy. "Your cock feels so fucking good, so please—shut the fuck up about the pizza."
Pretty easy to do that, when you have these delicious tits to bury your face between, sucking the nearest pierced nipple to make her sweet little moans ring out loud and clear. Pizza can wait, but Nakyoung riding until you cum in that warm little cunt?
That definitely can't.
---
Nakyoung is the first thing you see when you walk in and slam the door shut, tossing your bag across the kitchen in frustration. It's barely past one on a Tuesday afternoon, but already you feel inclined to open up that new bottle of tequila and down the entire thing.
"Tough day, handsome?"
"Fuck that professor, I swear," you say, trying hard to to quell your burning rage. "Exam didn't have a goddamn thing to do with what we've studied. Fucking asshole."
"Philosophy? Old guy in a turtleneck? Always speaking in weird proverbs?"
You slump down on the couch next to Nakyoung, unable to hide your anger. She's far too perceptive, of course, sliding over, resting her body against your chest.
"Yeah, that'd be the one. Always keeps us later and later. Fucking pretentious douchebag."
"I remember him. Dropped out halfway, couldn't take that guy anymore. Always loved to hear the sound of his own voice, that's for sure."
"Seriously," you agree, falling back with a defeated sigh.
Nakyoung, always with those big, caring eyes, runs her fingers through your hair to ease some of the tension, guiding your eyes toward her. "Let me help. Hate seeing you stressed. How can I make it better? Whatever you need, I'm all yours."
That's a far, far too generous offer when your mind wanders the way it tends to. "Just need some time to relax, that's it."
A slight nod and that sympathetic smile from Nakyoung is exactly what you need right about now.
"I'm right here if you need a distraction, you know I'm really good at being one. Anything. I'm happy to help. If you wanna play with my tits, jerk off into my mouth, or onto my pretty face—just name it."
Tempting, far too tempting, when Nakyoung looks up at you, offering herself up on a silver platter. But for now, you just need her. "Just stay right here. Like this. This is more than enough."
So she does, resting there on your chest with no desire in the world to be anywhere else.
---
Some of that stress finally lessens while Nakyoung stares up at you, upside down, her head dangling off the bed, with your cock lodged right down.
"Hope my throat is making you feel a little better," she says when you let her breathe, an absolute mess of drool down that messy, gorgeous face. "Nothing like a good throatfuck to calm the nerves. Keep that beautiful cock between my lips as long as you need to. I mean it."
Nakyoung sucks hard at your balls to really get her point across, as your throbbing cock rests on her face, the weight heavy between her fingers that stroke nice and slow.
"God, you're the best stress relief I could ever ask for, Naky," you groan out, sliding back deep between her wet lips as you bury the entire thing down her bulging throat, no gag, no hesitation, only pretty lips devouring every inch, saliva spilling out like crazy. Not much more left to do but enjoy it, her warm mouth open and willing, swallowing every inch as you squeeze and play with her milky tits, the second best stress relief you've got at your disposal.
She's exactly as good a distraction as promised, her cute face a wreck of spit and smeared mascara, more saliva ruining her makeup, those watery eyes never leaving you for a second.
There's still plenty more exams the next two weeks, no doubt. But as stress relief goes—this is the best option. When Nakyoung's so eager to relieve that stress like this, you're quick to find some relief, so you'll use whatever she's offering. Just watching the way her warm throat bulges out is every bit therapeutic. An incredible way to really get all this aggression out, knowing you get to shoot another load wherever you'd like the second you need to.
"I want your cum all over me, in me, anything," Nakyoung pleads when you give her just the barest moment to breathe, smacking that swollen cockhead right on those full, wet lips, her face absolutely coated in saliva.
That's the plan. In fact, you’re nearly there, with two handfuls of her tits for extra leverage, fingers pinching hard at her pierced, stiff nipples.
A little tug each time your cock drives down her hot throat, until it's time for you to pull out at the last possible second, blasting heavy streaks of cum all over her gorgeous, messy face. The best relief anyone can ask for—unloading all over her.
Nakyoung is nothing short of obscene like this, your thick, creamy mess on her face, dripping down her chin, mixing with ruined lipstick and all the spit. And yet she savors it all without question or complaints, that hungry tongue darting out to catch some, letting it drip and dribble everywhere it likes.
All the frustration from the day melts away when Nakyoung stays there like that, taking your spent cock into her cum-stained lips to clean up, draining every drop from those heavy balls.
"Feel any better, pretty boy?" Nakyoung asks, completely undeterred, beaming wide despite the way her face looks, an absolute mess.
"Yeah, a thousand times. F-fuck, that felt good. Thanks."
"No problem. My throat, my tits, my pussy, my tight little ass—all of it yours whenever you want," Nakyoung promises, right before she takes your sensitive, drained cock and plants a wet kiss right on the tip.
There's still plenty more stress on the way, no doubt. But when it feels this good to relieve it—you'll find an excuse to use whatever she offers in a heartbeat.
---
The next time you wake up, it's not in your sheets—or in your bed at all, but black silk wrapped around your body. It's the rare occasion of the morning starting in Nakyoung's apartment, this time underneath you instead of the other way around.
Not often do you get to watch her sleep like this, with her naked body sprawled out over the mattress. But it's nice, to see how innocent she looks in her sleep, to observe every inch of her all curled up.
"Morning, pretty boy," Nakyoung murmurs, sleep coating her voice while she stretches her arms up, lashes fluttering to slowly open her eyes. "Were you watching me sleep?"
"Of course."
She smiles and leans in for a lazy, tender kiss, just a soft press of the lips, nuzzling against your cheek as she ruffles your hair.
"You're too cute. Next time, just wake me up if you can't wait."
Another kiss, one just as tender and sweet as the one before, and it doesn't end after that either, lips so eager to stay capturing yours. One leg wraps around your waist to drag you closer, allowing you to get a little bolder, trailing down her neck, inhaling her scent before continuing.
One kiss on the other side of her pale throat. Two down that collarbone, three on her shoulder. And so on, until your lips eventually linger just above her perfect tits. Nakyoung lets out this abrupt gasp the second your lips wrap around one sensitive nipple, dragging teeth over it, circling your tongue over the metal.
"H-hey, now, take it easy. I just woke up—"
"And? Can't help it," you breathe out between hungry slurps that get all the sensitivity going once more, get all those whines and moans back filling the room. "Just wanna taste every part of you."
More of her pleased sighs escape, fingers combing into your hair to guide your mouth as it moves from nipple to nipple, not neglecting either. All of Nakyoung's mewling moans fueling your mouth to feast in the early morning.
"I'm the one supposed to be waking you up with my mouth on your cock, but..." A trail of kisses down her cleavage before you're back to sucking and slurping at those sensitive, full breasts again, one after the other, worshipping them the way they deserve. "This works too. Keep sucking, feels too good for you to stop."
Nakyoung isn't too eager to let you go anywhere, nor letting the grip on your hair ease as your lips wrap all around each stiff, saliva-slicked nipple, taking your sweet time to indulge. No place else you'd rather be, tongue tracing the metal barbell and teasing around the curve of her breasts, tracing circles around her piercings.
"Can’t say I don’t love waking up like this. Your mouth on my tits, feeling your cock right here," Nakyoung groans, tilting her head up as you cup both her tits together, planting as many sloppy kisses as you can on those pillowy mounds.
And she really can't hold back the noises she makes with all that sucking, nibbling at her sensitive buds, getting them all covered in spit when you pull back to admire them in your hands, how good the fresh metal looks.
"I'm gonna be late to class if you keep this up," Nakyoung warns, but never tries to shove you away either, fingers never leaving your messy hair.
"Then tell me to stop, and I'll stop. I'll let you get out of bed and go to your boring classes." She does nothing of the sort as expected, relishing the way your mouth can't stop devouring her chest.
"Never, pretty boy. Keep playing with my tits, suck them, squeeze them, fill that perfect mouth up—do whatever the fuck you want."
Just as she smiles again, you oblige and sink right back between her tits, not sure you could ever grow tired of how soft they feel, the way she moans whenever your tongue makes contact.
You'd spend all day right here if the chance arose—sucking, slurping, licking all over that sensitive, supple flesh, digging fingers into them, sliding your cock between when your lust demands more. But for now, she deserves a moment of spoiling, a chance to melt into the feeling of your lips wrapped all around her nipples.
Spoiling her means everything, hearing her whimper and groan when your lips seal around the closest nipple to you, mouthful after mouthful, playing with her other bud with your fingers. The sort of stimulation that leaves her squirming against her sheets, eyes falling closed when her back arches, writhing in ecstasy.
"Oh god, your mouth just feels too damn good—"
An endless flow of moans as Nakyoung struggles to stay coherent, and you keep her overwhelmed, too preoccupied with sucking, drool spilling all down her nipples, indulgent little bites along the hardened pink nubs.
"Okay, I really need to get out of bed, s-seriously," she finally protests when you get a little too sloppy with the slurps, her hands firmly tangled in your hair now. "I have a test, and as much as I'd love to let you suck my tits for hours, I don't have time."
"Too bad," you respond between sucks, rolling a nipple between your teeth, all covered in warm drool as her whole body shifts on the mattress.
"Fuck, hey, come on—okay, enough, I'm serious. I'm gonna be late—" Nakyoung urges, giggling so helplessly, unable to free you from her chest.
But you refuse to relent, every slurp a little louder than the one before. You don't stop, tongue flicking, lips sucking, teeth nibbling at those sensitive pierced nipples, not giving her a break until you deem necessary.
"Fuck, oh fuck—" Her breathing gets all unstable when you're the most aggressive you've been. Lips latched tightly, you give all you can give, spilling drool all down the smooth, creamy flesh, the sweetest of moans filling the air. "Fuck, p-please, I think I'm gonna cum just from this—"
And like that, when you show no modicum of mercy, unleashing all your desire and built-up hunger, Nakyoung can't help but arch her back high, eyes rolling back, entire body convulsing hard as an orgasm comes ripping through her. Her thighs grind together, desperate to seek even more friction, unable to fight back against your unrelenting mouth. It's an incredibly satisfying thing to watch her lose it, body shaking through each intense moment, lips parted and those pretty features twisting in bliss while she scrambles to grab two fistfuls of sheets.
Even after it's done, the sensitivity doesn't end there. You don't dare let up, not a moment to process that pleasure coursing through her body, not a moment to recover or let the stimulation cease. Not with you slobbering on her sensitive tits, still relentlessly sucking one nipple or the other, never letting either leave your lips.
"Y-you can't keep this up, you fucking bastard. I already came, just from you sucking my tits," Nakyoung tries, her voice so strained while she tries to squirm away, barely able to catch her breath through all this. "You're insane. These fucking piercings, look what they've done to you—"
"Don't sound so surprised."
"I-I'm not surprised at all. Impressed even. Maybe a little proud you're such an insatiable little fuck. Shit—guess this is partly my fault."
"Partly?" you scoff, not keeping your mouth off her for any longer than necessary. "Got you off and it's not even nine. I'd call it entirely your fault"
"S-shit, it's past eight? Fuck—" Her attempts to shove you off grow more futile as you refuse to let her escape from the comfort of her bed. "Still need to shower. These goddamn things turned you into an uncontrollable little pervert."
"Are you complaining?"
Nakyoung finally pushes you off with a laugh, rolling onto her stomach so she can sit up, a mess of drool all around her tits. "Wouldn't dream of it. You're too fucking adorable for me to complain. Now if you don't mind, I have a test. So I really do need to shower."
And with that, Nakyoung climbs off the mattress, trying to catch her breath a little more. Steadying herself, her ass stays perfectly visible while she composes herself a bit after the morning wake-up you've just given her.
"Turns out, so do I. Mind if I join?"
She takes one long look before grabbing your hand and giving her answer. "Of course not, pretty boy. Come on in. But no funny business, this shower is supposed to be about getting clean, okay? I'm already late enough."
"if you're late, then that's all the more reason to have a little fun…" you start, following Nakyoung as she drags you down the hall where the bathroom is, unable to keep your eyes off the sway of her hips the entire walk there.
"You really don't know what 'quick' means, do you? Fine, a little fun. But only because you're cute and I'm so fucking horny for you."
"I assure you the feeling is mutual."
"Come on," is all Nakyoung offers up with a shy little smile, the two of you ready to spend the next little while under the hot, steamy water.
And while Nakyoung is insistent on how there's no time, she'll be the first to start things when you both step past the glass doors of the shower. The first to grab the shower gel and pretend it's for anything other than how her tits feel lathered in bubbles, for you to slide right between them.
Bae Joohyun (Irene) ft. Yoon Seoyeon x Male Reader
counts: ~10.200 words
Morning sun shines through the kitchen window in your small apartment, warming the breakfast table.
You're eating scrambled eggs and toast, with coffee smell mixing with the buttery scent from Seoyeon's cooking.
Your wife of five months, Seoyeon, sits across from you, hair in a messy bun, eyes switching between her plate and phone.
She's dressed for work in a neat blouse and skirt, ready for her work at marketing stuff.
Your new married life feels comfy and normal, though the honeymoon vibe still shows in her playful smiles or foot nudges under the table.
"Oh, shoot," Seoyeon says, pausing mid-bite, her eyes glued to her phone.
"What's up?" you ask, swallowing a sip of coffee.
She groans, setting her phone down, "My mom's gonna visit. She's at the station."
"Your mom?" you echo, raising a brow.
You've met her mom, Bae Joohyun a few times, at wedding, holidays, but never for long, and never in your space like this.
"Yeah, shit, babe, we're screwed," Seoyeon says, rubbing her temples. "You know how she is, yapping about everything."
You lean back, grinning, "And what's that, specifically?"
Seoyeon rolls her eyes, pushing her plate aside, "She's anything about everything! The apartment's too small, my cooking's too spicy, we don't visit enough, we're not thinking about kids yet, God. It's like she's got a checklist of complaints."
You chuckle, reaching for her hand across the table, giving it a little squeeze. "It's fine, don't worry. You go to work, I'll tidy the apartment, grab some food for her. I'll handle this."
She frowns, her thumb brushing over your knuckles, "Babe, I don't want her bothering you while you're working. You've got that big project deadline, right?"
"Pfft, it's fine," you say, waving it off. "I can handle your mom. She's not that dramatic, right? I'm sure she'll understand I'm working from home and won't bug me too much."
Seoyeon snorts, "Okay, alright. I'll text her you're working, not, like, gaming all day. And if she asks about me, just... behave and praise me, okay? Tell her I cook, make me sound like a perfect wife ever."
You laugh, standing to clear the plates, "Yep, all good. Actually, all your yapping? Definitely from your mom, huh?"
She swats your arm, grinning, "Oh, fuck you," she says, but there's no heat in it, just warmth.
She grabs her bag, plants a quick kiss on your lips, and heads out the door, "Love you, don't let her drive you babe."
"Love you too," you call after her, the door clicking shut.
The apartment turns quiet, and you're left with the dishes, a waiting deadline work, and knowing that Joohyun's on her way.
By noon, you've cleaned the apartment, dishes done, coffee table cleared, stray socks tossed in the laundry.
Your laptop's open on the dining table, spreadsheets and emails staring you down, but you're distracted, knowing Joohyun's train is almost here.
You're about to head out for groceries when the doorbell buzzes, loud and sharp.
You open the door, and there's Seoyeon's mom, Bae Joohyun, looking like she walked off a TV set. Her dark hair's sleek, her fitted coat hugs her slim frame, and her face, way too youthful for her 40s, has a slight, knowing smile. She's got a small suitcase, her purse held tight, and her eyes sweep the apartment as soon as she steps in.
"Hey, eomeo-nim, you're arrived," you say, grabbing her suitcase and setting it by the couch. "Train was quick?"
"Surprisingly," she says, she shrugs off her coat, "Where's Seoyeon?"
"At work," you say, pointing to the couch. "Want some tea? I was about to get groceries."
Joohyun waves you off, already eyeing the place, her gaze catching the bookshelf and a crooked picture frame.
"No need. This place is.'. small," she says, polite but sharp, like she's already got a list of complaints.
"Seoyeon keeping you on your toes?"
You smile, keeping it chill. "Yeah, she's a lot. But I'm working from home today, so I'll keep things under control."
Her smile tightens, and she sits, crossing her legs, her skirt inching up just enough to catch your eye. "Good. She needs someone steady. She's always been... a mess."
You head out, grabbing groceries, some fruit, snacks, and ingredients for dinner, thinking Joohyun might appreciate a home-cooked meal.
Back home, you settle at the dining table, laptop open, diving into your work, spreadsheets and emails pulling you in.
Joohyun's been wandering the apartment, fussing over already-tidy spots, rearranging coasters, straightening pillows.
She's changed into cute, tiny shorts and a loose tank top, her youthful figure almost too much like Seoyeon's sister rather than her mom.
Your eyes keep catching her curves, her smooth skin, the way she walks around, making it hard to focus.
She wanders over, and pausing behind you, her hands suddenly on your shoulders, fingers kneading into your tense muscles. Her touch is firm, slow, deliberate.
"God, you're so stiff," she says low and teasing, her breath close to your ear, "Seoyeon's got you working too hard, huh?"
You chuckle, trying to keep it cool, eyes on your screen. "I'm just... working normally. Chasing deadline."
Her fingers dig deeper, thumbs circling knots in your shoulders. "Mmm, you need to relax. All work, no play... not good for a guy like you," her hands sliding lower, brushing your collarbone.
You shift in your seat, heart picking up. "Joohyun-ssi, I'm good, really. Just gotta get through this project."
She leans in closer, her chest grazing your back, voice dropping to a whisper. "Oh, come on. Seoyeon's at work, and I'm bored. You can take a little break, can't you?" her fingers trail up your neck, teasing the hair at your nape.
You swallow, glancing back, her face inches away, lips curved in a smirk. "W-what do you mean?" you ask nervously.
She laughs softly, her hands still working your shoulders, "I'm just helping you out. Seoyeon wouldn't mind, would she? I mean, she did say to make myself at home..."
You clear your throat, trying to focus, "She said to behave, actually. Told me to make you think she's a good wife."
Joohyun giggles, her fingers pausing, resting warm on your shoulders, "Oh, please. I know her too well. But you... you're the good one, aren't you? All responsible, working hard..."
She leans down, lips brushing your ear. "Makes me wonder what you're like when you're not so good."
Your pulse races, her words sinking in, her hands sliding down your arms now, "Joohyun," you say low.
She's perched on the edge of the dining table, her bare thighs brushing against your arm as she leans in, her loose tank top dipping low, giving you a clear view of her cleavage.
Her fingers, still warm from massaging your shoulders, slide up to your chin, tilting your face to meet her gaze.
"You can call me mommy, you know," she says, her lips curling smile.
Your breath catches, and you feel a twitch in your pants, your cock stirring at her words, her touch.
You try to play it cool, but your voice comes out rough, "Joohyun-ssi... that's not, kind of right words."
She chuckles, her thumb brushing your lower lip, lingering there, "Oh, sweetie, right isn't matter now,"
Her eyes flick down to your lap, like she knows exactly what's going on down there, "You're all tense, working so hard. Let mommy take care of you."
You swallow hard, your cock twitching again, straining against your jeans now. "Seoyeon's your daughter," you manage, voice tight, trying to gain some control, "This... this ain't right."
Joohyun leans closer, her lips teasing inches from yours, "Seoyeon's not here, is she? And I know you're not as good as you pretend."
Her hand slides down from your chin, trailing over your chest, fingers grazing your nipple through your shirt, "I see how you look at me. Like you're starving."
Your hands grip the arms of your chair, knuckles white, as she swings one leg over, straddling the table now, her shorts riding up so high you catch a glimpse of lacy panties.
Your cock throbs, heat pooling low in your gut, "Fuck, Joohyun-ssi" you mutter, half a curse, half a plea. "You're gonna get us both in trouble."
She giggles, sliding off the table and into your lap, her weight settling over your straining erection, making you hiss.
"I like trouble," she purrs, grinding just enough to make you groan, her hands cupping your face.
"Come one, call me mommy, and I'll make you forget all about that deadline... and Seoyeon."
Her lips brush your jaw, teasing, as one hand slips lower, palming you through your jeans, her touch bold and relentless.
You're rock-hard now, pulse pounding, choices between shoving her off or pulling her closer.
"Joohyun... shit, mommy," you grit out, testing the word.
Her eyes light up, a hungry edge to her smile, "Such a good boy, calling me mommy," she coos, voice dripping with heat as she squeezes you harder, making you groan.
"Bet you've been thinking about this, haven't you? Me, instead of my daughter."
Your hands grip her thighs instinctively, feeling the smooth, warm skin under your fingers, and you're losing the battle to keep it together.
"Joohyun—fuck, we shouldn't," you rasp, but your hips buck up into her touch.
She laughs softly, wickedly, leaning back to peel off her tank top, tossing it aside. Her bra's white, lacy, barely containing her, and your cock throbs so hard it hurts.
"Shouldn't?" she mocks, arching her back to give you a better view, "But you want to. Look at you... so hard for mommy."
She grinds down again, her shorts riding up further, and you catch the outline of her pussy against her panties.
"Jesus, Joohyun-ssi" you groan, hands sliding up her thighs to her hips, fingers digging in as she rocks against you.
She leans in, lips brushing your neck, sucking lightly, leaving a trail of heat.
"Say it again," she whispers, her hand unzipping your jeans, slipping inside to grip your cock through your boxers, and you're leaking already, your boxer damp wet under her fingers.
"Say it, baby."
"Mommy," you choke out, head falling back as she strokes you, slow and torturous, her thumb circling the tip through the thin cloth.
Your hands move to her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer, and she moans softly, the sound shooting straight to your dick.
"Good boy," she purrs, shifting to tug your jeans down, freeing your cock. It springs up, hard and aching, and she licks her lips, eyes locked on it.
"Fuck, you're big. Seoyeon's lucky... but mommy's gonna borrow you for a bit."
She slides off your lap, dropping to her knees between your legs, her hands spreading your thighs wider.
You're frozen, as she leans in, her breath hot against your cock. "Joohyun-ssi wait—" you start, but she cuts you off with a slow licking up your length, her tongue flat and wet, making you curse under your breath.
"No waiting," she murmurs, lips brushing the tip, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Mommy's hungry."
She takes you into her mouth, slow at first, her lips stretching around you, her tongue swirling. You're gripping the chair so hard it creaks. Her head bobs, taking you deeper, and you feel like you're seeing stars.
"Fuck, mommy," you groan, hand tangling in her hair, and she hums around you, making your hips jerk.
She's sucking harder, her hand stroking what her mouth can't take, and you're already so close itc's embarrassing.
But she pulls back suddenly, lips glossy, smirking up at you.
"Not yet," she says, standing, shimmying out of her shorts and panties in one motion.
She's bare naked now, except for the bra, her pussy glistening as she climbs back onto your lap, straddling you.
"You're gonna fuck me first. Show mommy how good you are."
You don't even think, hands grabbing her hips as she lines you up, sinking down onto your cock with a moan that filling in the quiet apartment.
She's tight, hot, and so fucking wet, taking you inch by inch, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Goddamn," you hiss, as she starts to move, riding you slow, her tits bouncing in that lacy bra, her face flushed with pleasure.
"Like that, baby," she gasps, grinding down, her clit rubbing against you. "Fuck mommy just like that."
She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra with a quick flick, and lets it fall away, her perky, perfect tits bouncing free. They sway with every thrust, nipples hard and pink, drawing your eyes.
"Like what you see, baby?" she purrs, catching your stare.
She runs her hands through her dark hair, pulling it up and letting it cascade down her back, amplifying her beauty. Her arm lifts, exposing the smooth curve of her armpit, a strangely intimate detail that hits you like a punch, making your cock throb harder inside her.
"Fuck, Joohyun, mommy," you groan, losing the last shred of resistances, her body moving like a goddamn fantasy. You're done fighting it, completely lost in her.
She smirks, knowing she's got you, and leans forward, her tits brushing your chest as she grinds harder, her clit rubbing against your pelvis.
"That's right," she whispers, lips grazing your ear, her breath hot and teasing. "Give in to mommy. Don't fight it baby." Her fingers trail down her own body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, putting on a show as she rides you faster, her moans growing louder, needier.
Your hands slide up to her tits, cupping them, thumbs flicking her nipples, and she gasps, head tilting back, hair spilling everywhere. "Yes, touch me," she moans, her pussy tightening around you, slick and hot, pulling you deeper.
You're so close, the pressure building in your balls, but she's not slowing down, her hips slamming down harder.
"Goddamn, you're gonna make me cum," you grit out, one hand dropping to her ass, squeezing as you thrust up to meet her, the chair creaking under.
"Not yet," she pants, grabbing your face, forcing you to meet her eyes.
"You cum when mommy says."
She slows her pace, teasing now, rolling her hips in circles, her arm lifting again to run through her hair, showing off that damn armpit again, "Beg for it, beg mommy to let you cum."
"Please, mommy," you groan, your cock aching inside her. "Fuck, please let me cum... I need it."
Her smile is pure pleased, and she speeds up, riding you hard again, her tits bouncing wildly, her moans turning into gasps. "Good boy," she says, nails raking your chest. "Cum for mommy. Fill me up."
You thrust up one last time, gripping her hips as you explode inside her, hot and thick, your vision blurring as the orgasm rips through you.
She moans loud, her pussy pulsing around you, milking every drop as she shudders, her own climax hitting. She collapses against you, breathing hard, her sweaty skin pressed to yours, her lips brushing your neck.
"Such a good boy," she murmurs, still catching her breath, her body trembling as she stays on your lap, your cock still inside her.
Finally, she slides off your lap, your cum dripping down her thighs.
She grabs your hand, tugging you up with a sly grin, "Come on, baby," she purrs, "Let's clean up in the bathroom."
You follow her, legs shaky, cock still half-hard, she leads you to the small bathroom.
The light flickers on, and she shuts the door, locking it with a click.
She turns on the shower, steam starting to fill the room, and steps out of her shorts and panties, now completely naked.
Her body's unreal, curves tight, skin smooth, looking more like Seoyeon's sister than her mom.
She hands you a bottle of body wash, "Soap me up first," she says, stepping under the warm water, letting it flow over her tits and down her stomach.
You pour some soap into your hands, lathering it up, and start on her shoulders, working down her arms. Your hands glide over her skin, slick and warm, working on her breasts, fingers brushing her nipples, making her sigh.
"Mmm, good boy," she murmurs, arching into your touch.
You soap up her stomach, then lower, skimming her thighs, avoiding her pussy for now. She watches you, biting her lip, clearly enjoying your hesitation.
"Lower," she tells you, spreading her legs slightly.
Your hands slipping between her thighs, soaping her carefully. She moans softly, grabbing your wrist to guide your hand exactly where she wants it, her hips rocking slightly against your fingers.
"My turn," she says, taking the body wash and stepping behind you.
You feel her hands on your back, lathering your shoulders, her touch is slow and teasing.
She presses herself against you, her tits brushing your back, her hands sliding lower, down your sides, then around to your chest. Her fingers find your cock, still sensitive, and she starts soaping it, stroking slowly, her grip tight but deliberate.
"좋아?" she whispers in your ear, her breath hot, jerking you with a rhythm that's got you hard again, your knees nearly buckling.
"Fuck, Joohyun—shit, mommy," you groan, head tilting back as she pumps you, her other hand cupping your balls.
She's bringing you right to the edge, your cock throbbing, pre-cum mixing with the soap, but she stops just before you can cum, squeezing the base of your shaft with a chuckle.
"Not yet," she teases, turning you to face her as she rinses the soap off under the shower. Then, without warning, she drops to her knees, water streaming over her hair and face, making her look even more sinful.
She looks up at you, smirking, and takes your cock in her hand, stroking once before leaning in, her tongue flicking over the tip, tasting you.
"Mommy's still hungry," she murmurs, then takes you into her mouth, lips wrapping tight around your shaft. She sucks slow at first, her tongue swirling, head bobbing as she takes you deeper, her hands gripping your thighs.
You tangle your fingers in her wet hair, hips jerking slightly as she works you, her lips stretching wide, cheeks hollowing. "Shit, mommy, you're so good," you gasp.
She's taking you even deeper, her throat tightening around the tip. She’s savoring every inch, one hand stroking your base, the other digging into your ass, pulling you closer as the shower pours over you both, steam clouding the air.
Her mouth works you over, her lips sliding up and down your cock, tongue teasing the underside with every slow suck.
Just when you think you can't take it anymore, she pops off with a wet sound, licking her lips, eyes locked on yours.
She stands, water streaming down her body, then she turns, bracing her hands against the tiled wall, arching her back, her ass up and inviting, round and perfect.
"Fuck me, baby," she purrs, glancing back at you, "Fuck mommy hard."
You're stepping closer, your hands grabbing her hips as you line up your cock, the tip brushing her slick entrance. She's still wet from earlier, your cum and hers mixing with the water, making her pussy slippery.
You thrust in, hard and deep, pinning her body to the wall, her moan echoing in the small bathroom as you fill her completely.
"Goddamn, mommy," you grunt, starting to move, your hips slamming into her ass. Her pussy's tight, gripping you with every thrust, and she pushes back against you, meeting your rhythm, her moans turning into gasps.
"Harder," she demands, one hand reaching back to grip your wrist, her nails digging in. "Pound me, baby... show mommy how much you want her."
You tighten your grip on her hips, pinning her harder against the wall, her tits pressed against the tiles, her body trembling as you fuck her relentlessly. Each thrust is deep, rough, your cock driving into her, her ass bouncing with every slam. The water runs over you both, her hair damp to her back, her moans got louder, urging you on.
"Yes, fuck, just like that," she gasps, her voice breaking as you hit that perfect spot inside her, "You're so good, baby... fuck mommy's pussy hard."
You lean forward, your chest against her back, one hand sliding up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple as you pound into her, the other hand gripping her hip for leverage.
She's pinned, helpless under your weight, but she loves it, her pussy clenching tighter, her moans turning into whimpers, her hands brace harder against the wall, her ass pushing back just enough to meet your relentless rhythm.
"Fuck, baby, you're so deep," she moans, voice cracking as you slam into her, your cock hitting that sweet spot that makes her whole body shudder, "Fuck mommy like you mean it."
You growl low in your throat, one hand sliding from her hip to her throat, fingers curling lightly, just enough to make her gasp sharper. "You love this, don't you, mommy?" you rasp, leaning in to nip at her earlobe, your other hand squeezing her tit, thumb flicking her hard nipple. "Fucking begging for it."
"Yes... fuck, yes," she pants, head tilting back against your shoulder, her wet hair sticking to your skin. "Harder, baby. Make me cum all over that cock."
You thrust harder, faster, pinning her even tighter to the wall, you slide your hand from her throat to her clit, fingers finding the swollen nub, rubbing fast, rough circles that make her cry out.
"Oh, God, fuck, right there!" she gasps, her nails scratching at the wall as her body tenses, her climax building fast. "Don't stop, baby, don't you fucking stop!"
Her moans turn into a high-pitched whimper, her body shaking violently as she cums, her pussy clamping down so hard it almost sends you over the edge.
"Fuck, mommy!" you groan, feeling her juices coat your cock, the slickness making every thrust even smoother.
She turns her head, "Cum inside me again, fill mommy up, baby."
You thrust deep one last time, burying yourself to the hilt, and cum hard, spurts flooding her pussy as you groan.
She moans softly, riding out her own high, her body pressed tight against the wall, shuddering as you empty yourself inside her.
You both stay there for a moment, catching your breath, the shower still pouring over you.
She turns slightly, smirking weakly, her face flushed and glowing. "Good boy," she murmurs, reaching back to pat your cheek.
Evening falls.
You've kept things normal, acting like nothing happened, busying yourself with the deadline that already on the edge. You're try hard to not interact with her, your guilt and shameful after what happened between you two still gnawing you apart.
The door swings open, and Seoyeon walks in, her work bag slung over her shoulder, hair slightly messy from a long day.
"Hey, babe!" she calls, kicking off her shoes, her smile bright but tired. She spots her mom and groans playfully. "Oh, God, Mom, you're already making yourself at home, huh?"
Joohyun smirks, standing to hug her. "Someone's gotta keep your husband in line while you're gone," she teases, her eyes flicking to you for a split second.
Your stomach twists, but you force a grin, busying yourself with plating the food.
"Dinner's ready," you say, voice a little too tight, hoping Seoyeon doesn't notice.
You all sit, eating and chatting, but you're barely present, your guilt choking you. Seoyeon's laughing at something her mom says, her foot nudging yours under the table like this morning, and it hits you, she's your wife, your everything, and you fucked up. Bad. Really bad.
After dinner, Joohyun excuses herself to take a call, stepping onto the balcony.
You see your chance.
"Babe, come here," you grab Seoyeon's hand, pulling her toward the bedroom.
She raises a brow, smirking, but follows, sensing your need.
The bedroom door shuts, you're on her, kissing her hard, hands roaming her body, tugging at her blouse, "Whoa, someone's eager," she laughs against your lips, but she's into it, pulling you closer, her fingers in your hair.
You strip her down fast, buttons popping, skirt hitting the floor, until she's naked on the bed, she's looking so much like her mom, same dark hair, same curves, same glinting in her eyes.
You push her legs apart, urging to wipe your day's mistake, and bury your face between her thighs.
She gasps, arching, her fingers gripping your hair as you lick her, slow at first, then deeper, tasting her, making her moans, hips bucking.
"God, yes," Seoyeon breathes, her thighs clamping around your head. '"Don't stop."
You don't, eating her out like you're starving, trying to drown the guilt in her pleasure. When she's trembling, close to cumming, you pull back, climbing over her, your cock hard, aching for her.
You thrust into her, deep and rough, making her cry out, her nails digging into your back, "Fuck, you feel so good," you groan.
But as you pound into her, it's Joohyun's face flashing in your mind, her moans, her body pinned to the shower wall. Seoyeon's gasps sound so similar, her hips moving the same way, and it's like you're fucking them both.
"Harder, babe," Seoyeon begs, legs wrapping around you, and you oblige, slamming into her, the bed creaking, her tits bouncing just like her mom's.
She cums hard, shuddering under you, her pussy pulsing around your cock, and you're right behind her, groaning as you cum, filling her, trying to reclaim her, to make her yours again.
You collapse beside her, both of you panting, her head resting on your chest. "Damn," she murmurs, grinning, tracing circles on your skin. "What got into you?"
You force a laugh, kissing her forehead, "Just... missed you," you lie, pulling her closer, praying she doesn't see the truth in your eyes.
Seoyeon props herself up on an elbow, her dark hair falling over one shoulder, her eyes soft but curious.
"Okay, spill it," she says, smirking, "You don't just pounce on me like that unless something's up. What’s going on in that head?"
You're forcing a chuckle, your hand sliding down her bare back to buy time. "What? Can't I just want my wife?" you say light but feels hollow.
She narrows her eyes, playful but not buying it. "Uh-huh, sure. You're acting weird, babe. Like, extra intense. Did my mom say something to stress you out? She's got a talent for that."
Your stomach lurches at the mention of her mom, but you shake your head, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Noo... your mom's been fine. Just chilling. I'm good, promise."
Seoyeon laughs, poking your chest. "Liar. You're all jumpy. If she's being a pain, you gotta tell me, okay? I know she can be a lot, always poking her nose in, judging the apartment, my cooking, our whole life."
You force a grin, trying to steer the conversation away. "She's not wrong about the cooking," you tease, hoping to lighten the mood. "Those spicy eggs this morning? Might've scared her off."
She swats your arm, laughing. "Shut up, you love my cooking. And don't change the subject. Seriously, you okay? You're all... wired."
Before you can answer, the bedroom door creaks open slightly, and Joohyun’s voice cuts through, "Am I interrupting something?" she says, leaning against the doorframe, her eyes flick between you and Seoyeon.
Seoyeon groans, pulling the sheet over herself, "Mom, boundaries! Ever heard of knocking?"
Joohyun shrugs, "Sorry, sweetie. Just checking if you two were done with… whatever you're doing. Dinner was great, by the way," she says to you, "You're quite the host."
Your throat tightens, "Uh... thanks," you mutter, avoiding her eyes, focusing on Seoyeon instead. "Just, uh, keeping things together."
Seoyeon rolls her eyes, "Mom, stop being weird. Go watch your drama or something. We're fine."
Joohyun chuckles, stepping back, "Oh, I'm sure you're fine," she says, voice silky. "I'll leave you lovebirds to it. Don't stay up too late." She winks and shuts the door.
Seoyeon snorts, turning back to you, "See? She's so extra. You sure she didn't drive you nuts today?"
You swallow hard, "Nah," you lie, pulling her close, kissing her to drown out the noise in your head. "She was... manageable. You're the one driving me nuts."
She laughs, melting into your kiss, but as her lips move against yours, that same taste, so like her mother's, makes your cock twitch again, knowing you're already craving what you shouldn't.
Night has settled over the apartment.
You and Seoyeon are tangled in the sheets, her body warm and curled into your side.
The exhaustion from the day pulled you into a deep sleep.
But something stirs you, a warm, tickling sensation spreading from your groin, pulling you from the haze of dreams.
Your eyes flutter open, the room dark except for the faint glow of streetlights sneaking through the curtains.
You feel it again, wet, warm, tickling, and you look down to see Joohyun's head between your legs, her lips wrapped around your cock, already hard and throbbing in her mouth.
She's naked, her hair spilling over your thighs, her tongue swirling slow and teasing around the tip, savoring you like she's been waiting for this all day. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, and she doesn't stop, her lips sliding down your length, taking you deeper.
"Fuck—Joohyun-ssi" you whisper, half a protest, half a groan, your hand instinctively gripping the sheets.
Seoyeon's still asleep beside you, her breathing unchanged, face peaceful, put her in deep sleep.
Joohyun pulls off just enough to whisper, "Shh, baby. Don't wake her. Let mommy take care of you," her lips brush the head of your cock as she speaks, her breath hot, making you twitch.
She dives back in, sucking harder, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, her hand stroking the base in a slow rhythm.
You bite your lip, stifling a groan, your head falling back against the pillow, "This is—fuck... insane," you hiss, trying to keep your voice low, your hips shifting as her mouth works you over, "She's right here."
Joohyun hums around your cock, she pulls off again, licking a slow stripe up your length, her lips glossy "Be quiet then," she whispers, her hand pumping you steadily.
"You love it, don't you? Knowing you're mine while she's sleeping right there."
You glance at Seoyeon, her face peaceful, unaware, your cock throbbing as Joohyun's tongue circles the tip again, teasing, before she takes you deep, her throat tightening around you.
"Goddamn, mommy," you mutter, unable to stop yourself, your hand sliding into her hair, guiding her slightly, though she doesn't need it, she's in control, bobbing her head, her moans soft, savoring every second.
"You're so bad," you breathe, voice barely a whisper, your hips bucking into her mouth, "What if she wakes up?"
Joohyun pops off, her hand still stroking you, slick with her spit. "Then she'll see how much you love mommy's mouth," she teases, her voice dripping with confidence.
She leans down, licking your balls, sucking one gently into her mouth, and you nearly lose it, your breath hitching. "But you'll be quiet for me, won't you, baby? Don't want to ruin our little secret."
You nod, jaw clenched, as she takes you back into her mouth, deeper this time, her lips stretching wide, her tongue working you hard.
You're already close, your balls tightening as she sucks harder, her hand twisting around the base. You're fighting to stay silent, every nerve screaming, knowing one wrong move could wake Seoyeon and end everything.
Joohyun's mouth sucking you deep, her tongue swirling with precision as her hand pumps the base of your cock, slick with spit and pre-cum.
You're teetering on the edge, but before you can lose it, Joohyun pulls off with a quiet pop.
Without a word, she climbs up, moving quiet, straddling your hips. Her naked body hovers over you, her thighs warm as they settle on either side of you, her pussy already dripping, brushing against your throbbing cock.
She leans down, her lips grazing your ear, whispering there, "Be quiet, baby," she purrs.
"Mommy's gonna fuck you now, and you don't want to wake her up."
"Joohyun-ssi, fuck, we can't," you hiss, but your hands are already on her hips, betraying your protest.
She smirks, grabbing your cock, lining it up with her slick entrance, "Oh, we can," she sinks down slow onto you, her tight, wet pussy swallowing your length inch by inch.
You bite your lip hard, stifling a groan as she bottoms out, her ass pressing against your thighs, her walls gripping you so tight it's almost painful.
The bed creaks softly, and you freeze, eyes darting to Seoyeon, but she doesn't even flinch.
Joohyun leans forward, her tits brushing your chest, her hands braced on your shoulders as she starts to move, rocking her hips, "Shh," she whispers, her lips brushing yours, not quite kissing.
"Fuck mommy nice and quiet, you don't wanna ruin everything, didn't you?"
You grit your teeth, gripping her hips tighter as she picks up the pace, her pussy sliding up and down your cock, wet and hot, the friction driving you insane.
You trying to keep your movements controlled, your breathing shallow to avoid making noise. But her hips grinding harder, her clit rubbing against you as she rides you, her moans soft but so fucking filthy in your ear.
"God, you feel so good," she breathes, voice barely audible, "So big, filling mommy's pussy just right."
You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from groaning out loud.
"Fuck," you whisper, your hand sliding up to cup her tit, thumb flicking her nipple, making her gasp.
The bed creaks again, louder this time, and you both pause, eyes flicking to Seoyeon. She shifts slightly, mumbling in her sleep, and your heart stops, but she settles back, still out.
Joohyun leans in, biting your earlobe, "Close call, baby," she murmurs, starting to move again, faster now, her ass bouncing on your cock, "You love this, don't you? Fucking me while she's right there."
You can't deny it, your hips bucking up to meet her thrusts, "You're fucking evil," you mutter, but you're thrusting harder, pinning her hips down to dive deeper.
"Cum for mommy," she whispers, her hips slamming down harder, the bed creaking dangerously now, but she doesn't stop. "Fill me up again, baby. Right now."
You're too far gone, your balls tightening, and with one more deep thrust, you cum hard, flooding up her pussy as you bite your lip to stay silent, your whole body shaking.
Joohyun moans softly, her own climax hitting as she grinds down, milking you, her pussy pulsing around your cock.
Joohyun collapses against you, panting quietly, her lips brushing your neck, "Good boy,"
"Our little secret's safe... for now."
She slides off, lying beside you, her hand trailing down your chest as if nothing's wrong.
You're staring at the ceiling, between two women, facing the reality that hits you hard, that you can't comeback from what happened.
Morning comes, casting a soft glow over the bedroom.
You're still asleep, exhausted from whatever the night's happened,
Joohyun's beside you, her naked body pressed close, her hand already wrapped around your cock, stroking slow, bring your cock hard even in your sleep. Her thumb teasing the tip, slick with pre-cum.
You shift faintly, a low groan out from your lips, but you're not fully awake yet.
Seoyeon shifts beside you, her eyes fluttering open, and she freezes, her gaze locking on her mother's hand moving on your cock.
"Mom, what the hell?" she snaps, her voice sharp but hushed, sitting up in bed, the sheet falling away from her naked body. Her eyes are wide, a mix of shock and anger. "He's my husband!"
Joohyun doesn't flinch, her hand still stroking you unapologetic, she glances at Seoyeon, "Sweetie, what's yours is mine too," she purrs, her voice smooth, teasing, like this is the most natural thing in the world. "Care to share?"
Seoyeon's jaw drops, her face flushing red, "Are you serious right now?" she hisses, yanking the sheet up to cover herself, her eyes darting to you as you start to wake, blinking groggily, your cock throbbing under Joohyun's touch.
"Babe, wake up! Your dick's in my mom's hand!"
You jolt awake, Joohyun's hand is on you, stroking lazily, her naked body pressed against your side, while Seoyeon glares from your other side.
"Fuck, Joohyun-ssi, what..." you stammer, trying to pull away, but her grip tightens just enough to keep you in place, sending a jolt through you.
"Relax, baby," Joohyun murmurs, her voice calm, she leans closer, her lips brushing your ear. "Seoyeon's just surprised, that's all. We can all have fun, can't we?" her hand slides down to your balls, cupping them gently.
Seoyeon scoffs, crossing her arms, her eyes narrowing at her mother, "Fun? You're fucking my husband, Mom! This isn't a damn game!" but there's a flicker of curious on her gaze, she watches her mom's hand move on you, your cock fully hard now, twitching under her mom's skilled fingers.
Joohyun chuckles, undeterred, her eyes flicking to Seoyeon, "Oh, come on, sweetie. Don't act like you haven't thought about it. He's good, isn't he?" she leans down, licking a slow stripe up your shaft, making you curse under your breath, your hips jerking involuntarily. "Look at him. He loves it. Don't you, baby?"
"Joohyun, stop," your voice strained, but your body's not listening, your cock pulsing in her hand as Seoyeon stares, her breath hitching slightly.
You look at Seoyeon, desperate, guilty, "Babe, I'm sorry, I—"
"Sorry?" Seoyeon cuts you off, her voice softer now, but still sharp, "You're letting her jerk you off right in front of me!" she pauses, but then, something shifts in her gaze, her lips parting slightly.
"You... you're into this, aren't you?"
Joohyun laughs softly, sitting up, her hand still working you, "He's very into this, sweetie. And you could be too," she tilts her head, "Join us. Let's see how much he can handle."
Seoyeon’s eyes widen, she looks at you, then at Joohyun, her mom's naked body pressed against you, her hand stroking you like she owns you.
"This is fucked up," she mutters, but she doesn't look away, her thighs pressing together under the sheet.
Joohyun's lean down, lips sliding down your cock, taking you deep with a slow suck that makes your head fall back against the pillow.
Joohyun's tongue swirls around the tip, her hand pumping the base, her eyes flicking up to meet Seoyeon's, daring her to react.
Seoyeon bites her lip hard, jealousy flickering in her eyes, her breath hitching as she watches her mom work you over, your cock glistening with spit.
Joohyun pulls off with a wet pop, licking her lips, "Don't just sit there, sweetie," she purrs, her hand still stroking you slowly, keeping you rock hard.
"He’s your husband, isn't he? Come get what's yours," she tilts her head, offering your cock like it's a challenge.
Seoyeon hesitates, her gaze darting between you and Joohyun, "You're insane, Mom," she says.
Seoyeon leans forward, her hand brushing the sheet away as she shifts closer, "Babe, you okay with this?" she asks, her eyes searching yours, needy and unsure.
You're caught in a haze, "Fuck, Seoyeon, I—" you start, but your voice cracks as Joohyun gives you a slow, teasing stroke.
"I don't know what’s happening, but... you're my wife. I love you."
Seoyeon's expression softens, she leans in, to kisses you, hard and possessive, like she's staking her claim.
Then, slowly, Seoyeon pulls back, glancing at Joohyun, who's watching with that same wicked smirk.
"Fine" Seoyeon says, "If we're doing this, I'm not just watching."
Joohyun chuckles, guiding Seoyeon's hand to your cock, their fingers brushing as they both grip you.
"That's my girl," Joohyun said, leaning down again, her tongue flicking over the head of your cock.
Seoyeon hesitates for a split second, then follows, her lips brushing the side of your shaft, unsure at first, then bolder, licking a slow stripe up your length.
You groan, loud and broken, your head falling back as both women work you, their mouths moving together.
Joohyun's lips wrap around the tip, sucking hard, while Seoyeon's tongue traces the veins along the side, her hand stroking what they can't reach, their lips occasionally brushing each other as they savor you.
"Fuck, you two," you gasp, your hands tangling in their hair, one in Joohyun's silky strands, the other in Seoyeon's.
The bed creaks faintly as they shift closer, their naked bodies pressed against your thighs, their moans vibrating against your cock. Seoyeon's eyes flick up to yours, hinting like she's into it now, sucking harder, her lips meeting Joohyun's at the tip, both of them licking and sucking in a messy but perfect.
"Look at you, sweetie," Joohyun murmurs, pulling off briefly to kiss Seoyeon's cheek, her hand guiding Seoyeon's head to take more of you. "Sharing so nicely. He loves it, don't you, baby?"
"God, yes," you groan, your hips bucking slightly, the sight of them together, mother and daughter, both worshipping your cock, pushing you dangerously close to the edge.
Seoyeon moans, taking you deeper, her throat tightening, while Joohyun's tongue teases your balls, her hand stroking Seoyeon's hair like she's proud.
"I'm... g-gonna cum," you warn, voice strained, your grip tightening in their hair.
Joohyun pulls back, smirking, letting Seoyeon take over, "Cum for us, babe," Seoyeon mumbles around your cock.
That's it, "Fuck—" you explode, hot spurts filling her mouth as she moans, swallowing eagerly, Joohyun's hand stroking your thigh, getting you through it.
They both pull back, lips glossy, Seoyeon wipes her mouth, breathing hard, while Joohyun licks her lips, leaning in to kiss Seoyeon's shoulder, "Good girl," she murmurs, and Seoyeon blushes, glancing at you.
Joohyun shifts, she leans back on the bed, spreading her thighs wide, her pussy glistening, still slick from last night. She runs a finger along her slit, teasing herself, her eyes locked on you.
"You know," she purrs smooth, "like mother, like daughter. But let's be real, baby... who do you love more? My pussy, or my girl's?"
Joohyun reaches over, grabbing Seoyeon's wrist gently but firmly, guiding her to mirror her pose. "Go on, sweetie," Joohyun says, her tone half-teasing, half-commanding. "Show him what you've got. Let him choose."
Seoyeon hesitates, but she shifts, spreading her thighs, her pussy bare and wet, so similar to her mom, it's dizzying, both of them open, inviting, waiting for your answer.
"Who's it gonna be, babe?" Seoyeon says, her eyes searching yours, "Me, your wife? Or... her?"
You're frozen, heart pounding. Your cock twitches, already stirring again at the sight of them both, legs spread, their pussies glistening in the morning light. "Fuck, you're both—"
But Joohyun cuts you off, "Don't dodge the question," she says, sliding a finger inside herself, her moan soft making your cock harden fully. "You've had us both now. Tell us, baby. Whose pussy makes you lose it?"
Seoyeon's eyes narrow, but she follows her mother’s lead, her hand drifting between her thighs, fingers circling her clit as she stares at you, her moan quieter but no less intense.
"Come on, babe," she murmurs, her voice softer, almost pleading. "It's me, right? You love me."
You swallow hard, "I-I love you, Seoyeon," you manage, your voice cracking, turning to her, trying to get yourself in the truth, "You're my wife."
But your eyes flick to Joohyun, her fingers plunging deeper, her smirk telling you she knows she's still in the game.
Seoyeon catches the glance, her jaw tightening, but she leans closer, her free hand grabbing your cock, stroking slow, "Prove it," she says low, and possessive. "Fuck me right now, babe. Show me it's me."
You nod, swallowing hard, trying to focus on her, your wife, the woman you love, despite Joohyun's there, her eyes boring into you like she's gonna watching this whole scene.
You shift, positioning yourself between Seoyeon's thighs, lining up to her wet pussy. You push in, slow at first, her tight heat gripping you as she moans, her nails digging into your shoulders.
"Fuck, yes," Seoyeon breathes, her hips rocking up to meet you, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper.
Joohyun chuckles from beside you, she leans closer, her fingers still working her pussy, "Look at you, sweetie," she says to Seoyeon, her tone half-mocking, half-instructive. "So eager, but you're not using him right. Roll your hips more... make him feel it. Show him why you're better than me."
"Shut it, Mom," Seoyeon's snap but she listens, her hips grinding harder against you, her pussy clenching tighter, making you groan. "He's mine."
Joohyun laughs again, sliding closer, her hand trailing up Seoyeon's thigh, dangerously close to where you’re thrusting. "Yours, huh? Then why's he so hard after fucking me all day?" she teases, her eyes flicking to you, "Come on, sweetie, fuck him like you mean it. Don't let mommy outdo you."
You grit your teeth, thrusting deeper into Seoyeon, the bed creaking louder now, her moans growing sharper as you hit that perfect spot inside her. "Seoyeon, fuck, you feel so good," you groan, trying to put yourself in her, to block out Joohyun's voice, but it's impossible. Joohyun's right there, her fingers now teasing Seoyeon’s clit, making her daughter gasp and shudder under you.
"Mom, what the... fuck," Seoyeon moans, her body arching, caught between shock and pleasure as Joohyun's fingers move expertly, circling her clit in time with your thrusts. "Stop it, he's mine!"
"Oh, relax," Joohyun purrs, she leans in, her lips brushing Seoyeon's ear. "I'm just helping you, sweetie. Look how much he loves it... fucking you while I touch you. You're so wet, aren't you? Learning from mommy already."
Seoyeon’s nails dig harder into your shoulders, her hips bucking faster, chasing the pleasure. "Babe, tell her," she pants, her voice desperate, needy. "Tell her you love me... my pussy, not hers."
You lean down, kissing her hard, "I love you, Seoyeon," you groan against her lips, meaning every word, "You're fucking perfect."
Joohyun smirks, undeterred, her fingers speeding up on Seoyeon’s clit, making her cry out, "That's cute," Joohyun says, "But let's see who makes him cum harder, sweetie. Fuck him like you mean it, or I'll take over."
Seoyeon pushes back against you, riding your cock with everything she's got, "Cum in me, babe," she begs, "Show her it's me."
You're too far to gone, your balls tightening, and with a few more hard thrusts, you cum, spilling deep inside her, as her pussy milks you dry.
Seoyeon cums with you, shuddering, her moans mixing with Joohyun's soft chuckle as she pulls her hand away, licking her fingers clean.
"Good girl," Joohyun murmurs, patting Seoyeon's thigh like she's proud.
Joohyun already shifting, straddling your hips before you can fully catch your breath, her slick pussy brushing against your still-sensitive cock.
"Time for round two, baby," Joohyun purrs, with confidence as she grips your cock, stroking you back to hardness despite the ache from cumming twice already.
"Let's see if you can handle mommy after her."
Seoyeon's grip on your arm tightens, "Mom, enough! He's my husband, not your toy!" But her eyes are lock to Joohyun's movements.
Joohyun lines you up, sinking down onto your cock with a slow moan, her pussy tight and hot, swallowing you inch by inch.
"Fuck," you groan, the sensation almost painful, your cock oversensitive but throbbing under Joohyun's grip.
Joohyun doesn't ease you into it, her hips slamming down fast and hard, riding you with a brutal rhythm that makes the bed creak loudly, the headboard tapping the wall. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her head thrown back, hair spilling down her back as she moans, loud and unapologetic.
"Look at him, sweetie," Joohyun taunts, glancing at Seoyeon, "He's losing it for mommy's pussy. Can't get enough, can you, baby?" she grinds down, the pleasure so intense, your hands gripping her hips to steady yourself.
Seoyeon's eyes flash with anger, but she's right there, pressing herself against your side, her hand sliding to your chest, holding you like she's anchoring you to her.
"Babe, you okay?" she whispers, her voice soft, worried, but laced with a strange, desperate need. Her fingers dig into your skin, her lips brushing your shoulder as she watches her mom ride you.
"Seoyeon—fuck," you gasp, "I love you," you manage, turning your head to meet her eyes.
Joohyun leans forward, her hands bracing on your chest, her nails raking lightly as she rides you harder, faster, her ass bouncing, "Tell her, baby," Joohyun pants, "Tell her how good mommy feels. Better than her, right?"
"Don't you dare," Seoyeon snaps, she's kissing your neck now, her hand sliding down to your balls, cupping them gently, like she’s trying to reclaim you.
"You're mine, babe. Don't forget that."
"Fuck, Joohyun-ssi... slow down," you groan, as she slams down faster, harder.
Joohyun just laughs, "No slowing down," she purrs, leaning down to bite your lip, "Mommy's gonna make you cum so hard you forget her name." She glances at Seoyeon, smirking. "Watch closely, sweetie. This is how you keep him begging."
Seoyeon's breath hitches, her hand tightening on your balls, her lips pressing harder against your neck. "Babe, hold on," she whispers, she's fighting to keep you with her. "Cum for me, not her. Please."
You're losing it, Joohyun's pussy milking you with every brutal thrust, "Fuck, I can't..." you groan, your balls tightening, and with one more hard slam from Joohyun, you cum, almost painful, hot spurts filling her as she moans, her pussy pulsing around you, riding out her own climax.
Seoyeon's there, kissing your jaw, her hand stroking your chest, "I've got you, babe," she whispers possessive, even as Joohyun collapses panting forward.
"Good boy," Joohyun murmurs, still clenching around your softening cock, her eyes flicking to Seoyeon.
Joohyun slides off you, her pussy leaving a slick trail as she collapses beside you. Your cock's still twitching, oversensitive from the brutal ride, cum dripping from her onto the sheets.
Seoyeon's eyes are blazing now, her earlier hesitation burned away by a mix of jealousy, love, and need. She's not about to let her mother have the last word.
"My turn," she shifts, straddling your hips before you can fully recover, her eyes locked on yours, daring you to look away. "You're mine, babe. Not hers."
"I'm gonna make you forget her," she grabs your cock, still slick from Joohyun and your cum, and strokes you hard, making you hiss from the oversensitivity.
"Sweetie, good luck with that," Joohyun teases from the side, props herself on an elbow, "He's still feeling mommy's pussy, aren't you, baby?"
"Shut up, Mom," Seoyeon snaps, her grip tightening on your cock, making you groan as she lines you up, her pussy hovering over you, wet and ready.
Without warning, she sinks down, taking you in one smooth, hard motion, her tightness swallowing you whole. You curse under your breath, the sensation intense, almost painful.
But Seoyeon's not holding back. She starts moving, fast and hard, her hips slamming down, her ass bouncing against your thighs, the bed creaking louder than before.
"Fuck, Seoyeon," you groan, your hands flying to her hips, fingers digging into her soft skin as she rides you with everything she's got.
"That's it, babe," Seoyeon pants, her voice breaking with pleasure as she grinds down, "You love this, don't you? My pussy, not hers."
She leans forward, her hands bracing on your chest, "Tell me," she demands, "Tell me you love me."
"I love you," you gasp, thrusting up to meet her, your cock throbbing, the pleasure overwhelming as she fucks you like she's trying to erase her mom's mark. "Fuck, Seoyeon, you're... shit, you're perfect."
"Cute effort, sweetie," Joohyun laughs softly, her hand trailing lazily over her own body, teasing her nipple as she watches. "Look at him, he's barely holding on. You've gotta fuck him harder than that to outdo mommy."
Seoyeon’s jaw tightens, her hips slamming down with even more force, her pussy clenching so tight, her hands gripping your shoulders, her moans turning into whimpers. "Cum for me, babe," she begs, her voice raw. "Show her it's me you want."
You're losing it, the pleasure sharp and relentless, her pace brutal, pushing you past the point of control. Your hands slide to her ass, squeezing, pulling her down harder, your hips bucking to meet her. "Seoyeon—fuck, I'm close," you groan, your balls tightening.
"Do it," she gasps, leaning down to kiss you, as she rides you faster. "Cum in me, babe. Prove it."
Joohyun's watching, her fingers now circling her clit, "Go on, baby. Let's see who gets you there."
It's too much—with a choked groan, you cum hard, filling her as she moans, her pussy milking you dry, her hips grinding down to take every drop.
Seoyeon shudders, cumming as she collapses against you, panting, her lips brushing yours.
Joohyun's lounging beside you, her naked body propped up on one elbow, fingers lazily tracing her thigh, her smirk sharp and unrelenting as she watches you both, like she's still running the show.
Seoyeon lifts her head, catching her breath as she looks at you, then at her mother. "That's it, Mom," she says, "He's mine. You felt that, right, babe?" she kisses you, staking her claim.
You nod, "Yeah, babe," your hand stroking her back, "You're... fuck, you're my everything."
Joohyun laughs, shifting closer, her fingers brushing your arm, "Oh, sweetie, you're adorable," she says to Seoyeon.
"You think one good ride seals the deal? He's still looking at me, aren't you, baby?" her eyes lock on yours, her hand sliding to your thigh, dangerously close to your cock.
Seoyeon's head snaps toward her, "Back off, Mom," her hand gripping your chest. "You had your fun. He's my husband, not your fuckboy. Go find someone else to mess with."
Joohyun raises an eyebrow, "Mess with? I didn't just mess with him. I fucked him senseless in the shower yesterday. And he loved every second of it," she leans in teasing. "Didn't you, baby? Tell her how much you loved mommy's pussy."
Your stomach twists, "Joohyun-ssi, stop," you say, voice tight, glancing at Seoyeon, "Seoyeon, I'm sorry, I—"
"Sorry?" Seoyeon cuts you off, "You fucked her? While I was at work?"
She turns to Joohyun, "You're unbelievable, Mom! You come into my home and screw my husband?"
Joohyun shrugs, her eyes never leaving yours, "He didn't exactly say no, sweetie. And honestly, you should thank me. I warmed him up for you."
She smirks, leaning closer to Seoyeon, her tone mocking. "You're welcome, by the way. He's got stamina, doesn't he?"
Seoyeon's jaw clenches, and she shoves Joohyun's shoulder, not hard but enough to make her point. "Get out," she says, trembling with anger.
"Get out of my bed, out of my apartment. I'm done with this."
Joohyun doesn't move, her smirk fading into something softer, "Oh, come on, Seoyeon. Don't be dramatic. We're just having fun, right?" she reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from Seoyeon's face, but Seoyeon slaps her hand away.
"Don't touch me," Seoyeon snaps, her voice breaking.
She turns to you, her eyes softening but still hurt. "Babe, tell me you're with me. Tell me you want me, not... whatever this is."
You grab her hand, pulling her close, kissing her knuckles, trying to pour everything into your words. "I'm with you, Seoyeon. I love you. I fucked up, okay? I'm sorry. You're my wife, and I don't want to lose you, " you mean every word.
Seoyeon's eyes glisten, and she nods, squeezing your hand. "Okay," she whispers, then glares at Joohyun.
"You need to leave, Mom. Now."
Joohyun sighs, rolling her eyes but finally standing, she grabs her clothes from the floor, "Fine, fine," she says, her tone light but with a hint of regret.
Joohyun pulling on her shorts and tank top, and moving out, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Seoyeon collapses against you, her face buried in your chest, her voice muffled. "How did this happen?" she murmurs, half to herself.
"My mom... and you..." she pulls back, looking at you, her eyes searching, "Do you still love me? After all this?"
You cup her face, kissing her softly, "I love you more than anything," you say, voice steady now. "I fucked up, but I'm sorry. And I'm yours, babe."
She nods, tears in her eyes but a small smile breaking through. "Okay. But you're making this up to me. No more bullshit. Just us."
"Just us," you echo, pulling her close.
Seoyeon's pressed against you, her tears still wet on your chest, her grip tightens, her breathing shifting from shaky to something fuel.
She pulls back, she shoves you down onto the bed, she's straddling you before you can process it.
Her hands pin your wrists, her face hovering over yours, lips curled into a scowl that's both furious and hot.
"You love fucking my mom, huh?" she snaps, her voice low, sting, as she grinds her hips against you, "You let her fuck you while I was gone?"
She doesn't wait for a response, "Fucking take this," she grabs your cock roughly, stroking it forcedly just enough to get you fully hard.
"Seoyeon, babe, I'm sorry," you start, but she cuts you off, "Shut up," she lining you up and sinking down onto you, her pussy tight and wet, swallowing you whole, her hands digging into your chest, nails leaving red marks as she slams her hips down, each thrust a mix of pleasure and pain, your oversensitive cock aching but throbbing under her aggression.
"You think you can fuck her and just say sorry? You're mine, you hear me? Mine."
"Fuck, Seoyeon,"you gasp, your hands grabbing her hips, trying to steady her, but she’s not steady, riding you harder, her ass slapping against your thighs.
She leans down, kissing you hard, like she's trying to mark you, "You loved her pussy, didn't you?" she growls against your mouth, her hips grinding down, fucks you faster, "You loved fucking my mom, huh?!"
You groan, "I love you," you grit out, thrusting up to meet her, trying to match her intensity, to prove it. "It's you, Seoyeon—fuck, you're so good."
She scoffs, "You better mean that," her one hand sliding to your throat, pressing lightly, just enough to make you feel it. "You're never touching her again. Say it."
"Never again," you choke out."
Her eyes soften for a split second, but she doesn't slow down, "Cum for me," she demands, "Prove it, babe. Cum in your wife."
You're already there, with a low groan, you cum hard, hot spurts filling her, her own climax hitting, her walls pulsing around you, milking every drop.
She collapses onto you, panting, her body trembling, her lips finding yours in a softer, almost forgiving kiss.
"You're mine," she whispers, her forehead resting against yours. "Don't ever forget it."
"I won't," you're holding her tight, the guilt still there but drowned out by her heat, her love, her claim on you.
The morning sun spills into the kitchen, the tension thick with awkwardness.
Seoyeon, and Joohyun sit around the breakfast table. The clink of forks on plates and the smell of coffee and toast can't mask the weirdness.
Seoyeon's quiet, poking at her eggs, her eyes flicking between you and her mom, still processing everything.
Joohyun, in a loose robe, sips her coffee, looking unusually subdued, she sets her mug down, breaking the silence.
"Seoyeon, sweetie," Joohyun says, voice soft, almost hesitant.
"I got carried away. I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have... pushed things that far. It was wrong."
Seoyeon's fork pauses, her jaw tight, but her eyes soften slightly, "Wrong?" she says, voice low but sharp.
"You fucked my husband, Mom. That's not just 'getting carried away.'"
Joohyun winces, nodding, "I know. I was out of line. You're my daughter, and I let things out of control. I'm sorry, truly." Her eyes flick to you, then back to Seoyeon. "Can you forgive me?"
Seoyeon exhales, glancing at you, her hand finding yours under the table, squeezing. "I don't know, Mom," she says, voice wavering. "But... I don't want to lose you. Or him." She looks at you, her eyes fierce but loving. "We're working on us, okay? Just us."
You nod, squeezing her hand back "Just us, babe. I'm sorry too."
Seoyeon takes a deep breath, then nods at Joohyun. "Fine. I forgive you. But don't ever pull that shit again."
Joohyun smiles, small but relieved. "Deal."
Breakfast continues, the three of you navigating this strange new normal.
A/N: Different from my previous work. It’s my first time writing something more explicit. If you’ve seen those photos of Sohyun… wow. I hope you enjoy!
Tags: fluff, smut, enemies to lovers
TW: violence, harassment
Park Sohyun x Male Reader
You hate this place.
The constant clacking of keyboards, the rustle of paper as people run to and fro, the constant whirring of the printer beside you. The office is just a hub of noise. You’re surprised work can actually get done.
But worst of all, you hate the giggling and the woman sat across from you.
Park Sohyun has been a thorn in your side ever since the pair of you joined the company three years ago. Always being partnered together in projects, you end up doing most of the work while she receives all the credit.
And you hate how popular she is. Your manager likes her far too much to be deemed appropriate but she takes it in stride, knows the line she shouldn’t cross to get her way. Despite her performance being average at best, she still gets preferential treatment.
The worst are the other employees milling about—always coming over to talk to her, to glance at her. Your station is the centre of traffic and it grates on your nerves. And it’s not just the men, but the women too.
A ball of crumpled paper lands on your keyboard.
“Oops. Sorry.”
You look up. See the shit eating grin on Sohyun’s face—and worse, Zhou Xinyu perched on her lap, laughing at something you didn’t hear.
Of course it’s her.
You continue to stare, refuse to break eye contact first. Then you see her hand move ever so slightly. Higher and higher on Zhou Xinyu’s thighs. You grip your mouse. Hard.
Jealous?
She mouths at you, enjoying your torment.
You take the crumpled ball and toss it back before standing and walking off.
You need a drink of water.
——
A minute later and you’re at the water cooler. You lean down, grab a plastic cup and pour yourself some water. You drink another. And another. You feel hot and dizzy, Sohyun’s teasing still on your mind.
How did she know about your crush? There’s no way she did all that and not know about it. You grip the edge of the cooler. She always knows.
You stand straight, loosening your tie before gulping down another cup. You stay at the cooler for a few more minutes, hoping by the time you’re back at your desk, Xinyu’s gone. Hope that Sohyun shuts up and does some work for once.
Your prayers weren’t answered.
You hear her before she comes into view—laughing, voice pitched low. An intern stammers something. Files hit the floor. You turn and look. She’s crouched beside the intern, handing them the files one by one. Then she ruffles their hair.
She stands back up and approaches the water cooler.
“Enjoying the show?”
You don’t answer, choosing to read the endless number of flyers on the board instead.
She stands in front of you, grabs her own cup before drinking.
You shouldn’t look. You do anyway. How she tilts her head further back than normal, the way her throat bobs after every swallow. You look lower, the top buttons of her shirt undone, her loosened tie hangs crooked.
You hear a little laugh—low, barely audible. She’s watching you stare out the corner of her eye, a smirk plastered on her face.
You walk off before she can say anything.
——
You look down at the clock on your computer screen.
7pm.
Most of the workers have left for the day. Just you and Park Sohyun.
You stretch your arms above your head, a small sound escaping your mouth. You remove the headphones before rubbing your eyes. With deadlines approaching, you’ve been spending more late nights at the office, crunching numbers, creating diagrams.
You stand, wobbling a bit. Your legs must’ve fallen asleep from the hours in front of your screen. You grab your coat and your bag, ready to leave.
“Hey, can you help me with this?”
You close your eyes. The elevators were right there.
But something pulls you back. Obligation. Stupidity.
You sigh loudly. Let your head drop and trudge over.
“Something doesn’t look right on the spreadsheet.”
You lean, hovering over her shoulders, checking her work. You scroll up and down. Looking for the mistakes she made. Ignoring the scent of her perfume surrounding you.
“There,” you say, circling the problem with the mouse, “the equation is wrong. It’s supposed to be this.” You lean down fixing the equation and watch how the spreadsheet corrects itself.
“My saviour,” she props her chin on her hand, watching you like you’re a puzzle to solve.
You keep your eyes on the screen.
“Is that it?”
She nods her head slightly.
You’re halfway to the elevators when she calls for you.
“Wait for me.”
You ignore her. Press the button to call the elevator. When it arrives, you enter quickly, press for the ground floor and push the close button. Again and again.
Her hand catches the door.
“Wow. You’re fucking rude.”
You ignore her comment and step to the side.
The journey to the ground floor feels like hours.
From the corner of your eye, you see her reach up. The clip comes out. She shakes her hair loose, then turns toward you.
You don’t make eye contact. But the doors are polished steel. You see her anyway—tucking her hair behind her ear, leaning back against the railing.
“You like Xinyu? She’s too good for you,” she says, tilting her head to get a better look at your face, at your reaction. “She’s got a nice body, I’ll give her that. Long legs. Pretty smile.” She pauses, eyes flicking to yours in the reflection. “That round—“
You turn, facing her. “What are you doing?”
She bites her bottom lip. Pushes off the railing and steps closer. Too close.
“It’s fun teasing you.”
You stare at her. What the hell is she talking about?
“You act all high and mighty. Act like whatever I do is beneath you, that it doesn’t affect you,” she plays with your tie, twirling it around her finger. “But I think there’s more. I think you enjoy it and I’m starting to wonder how long before you break.”
The door opens suddenly. She walks out without another word. Heels tapping against the tile—sharp and even. You’re still standing there, breathing too hard.
——
You walk along the streets of Seoul in the early morning, weaving through people as you get to work. It’s cold. Your coat doing little against the winter wind, hands trembling.
You enter the building, pausing to warm your hands. You wait for the elevator. Bow to a coworker. And another. You’re not really seeing them.
You smell her before you see her. She’s beside you. Of course she is.
The elevator door opens. You get in quickly, aiming for the back before she follows. More people start filing in, pushing you into a corner.
She’s in front of you. Facing you.
The elevator begins its ascent. She shifts, pressing against you—just slightly. She’s watching your face. You breathe in. Stare at the ceiling panel, the lights, anything.
Her hand finds your forearm. Squeezes. Firmly. You look down. You don’t want to. But you do anyway.
Your vision blurs at the edges. It’s her face—sharp and clear.
Hair pulled up in a high ponytail, exposing her face, making it harder to look away from. Glasses sliding down her nose. She’s looking at you over her frames.
Your breath catches. She licks her lips—slow, deliberate.
This isn’t teasing anymore.
Maybe you shouldn’t have taken her threat so lightly.
People leave. There’s more room now but she doesn’t move but presses closer.
The door opens on your floor. You exhale loudly. She steps back slowly. Her fingers trail down your forearm—light and deliberate. Then she turns. Walks to her desk like nothing happened.
——
You feel your eyes slowly close.
You’ve been sat in this meeting room for two hours, manager droning on about numbers, projections, expectations. You don’t retain much. Just twirling your pen between your fingers.
You scan the room. Everyone’s half asleep—stifling yawns, glazed eyes. Until you reach her.
She’s not looking at the presentation. But at you. Chin propped up on her hand. Fingers lightly tapping against her cheek—slow, rhythmic. Like she’s waiting for something.
Your eyes drift lower. Lips parted. Glossed. Catching the light. Top buttons undone, a small necklace rests on her collarbone.
You turn back towards the presentation.
A gentle thud echoes in the room. You ignore it. Until you can’t.
Your head snaps toward her.
Her heel. On the floor. And she’s not picking it up. Then you feel it. Her foot. Sliding up your calf. Slowly. Higher and higher.
She gives you a wink.
Your breath catches. Your heart—
“Are you paying attention?”
You turn your head back to your manager, face burning.
You swallow. “Y—yeah.”
He narrows his eyes. Holds your gaze for a beat before continuing.
You hear it. Quiet but there.
She’s laughing.
Her foot slides down. Slowly. She slips her heel back on.
You don’t move. Don’t breathe. Just staring at the presentation like your life depends on it.
——
The meeting ends. You stand and make your way to her quick. You grab her wrist—tight—and pull. She stumbles after you. People are staring. You don’t care. The emergency stairwell. You don’t slow down.
You slam the door open, shoving her inside. Her back hits the wall. You take three steps back and begin pacing, breathing heavily.
“What the hell is your problem?” Your voice echoes in the stairwell.
She doesn’t say anything. Just watches you, a small smile tugging at her mouth.
You stop pacing. Moved closer until you tower over her. “We’re at work and you’re doing this shit!” You say, voice low and harsh.
She tilts her head. Looks up at you through her lashes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She’s breathing heavily. You’re just too angry to notice.
You press in closer. Your leg between hers. Your hand finds her wrist and pins it to the wall beside her head. You’re close enough to feel her breath. To see her pupils dilate.
“Is this what you want?”
She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look away.
You lower your head. Until your lips are a breath from hers. This would shut her up.
You close your eyes as you inch closer. Hers stay open.
Your lips graze hers. You pull back. Fast. You stumble slightly.
She pushes off the wall, smooths down her shirt, readjusts her glasses. “Nice try. You’ve made a scene now. Good luck talking yourself out of this.”
She opens the door. Walks out. You see your coworkers. Staring.
Everyone saw.
——
You didn’t think life here could get worse.
Everyone around you whispers. About you. About the stairwell. You’re painted as the villain. Jealous. Unstable.
If only they knew what she was doing to you.
You turn up the volume in your headphones. Try to drown them out. It doesn’t stop the stares. Or that condescending smile of hers.
You feel a firm grip on your shoulder. You look up. Your manager. Your hand slides an ear cup off.
“Follow me.”
Fuck.
You’re going to get fired aren’t you?
——
No. You’re not getting fired.
Actually it’s worse.
Your manager has assigned you to a project. Something about logistics, delivery, supply chains. You’re not really listening.
That’s not the problem. The problem is who’s leading it.
Park Sohyun.
And you’re her second in command.
——
“Alright, you all know your assignments. Fighting!”
People begin filing out, the first meeting for the new project successful. You slowly pack your things. Stand. You take a step out the door—
“Not you. I need to speak to you.”
You freeze mid-step. You turn to face her, still by the podium. She points to a chair. You sit. She moves closer, settles on the edge of the conference table, looking down at you.
You swallow visibly.
She studies you. “I hope you can stay professional. We don’t want another stairwell incident, now do we?”
You see the smirk on her face, eyes gleaming in amusement. She’s loving this.
“N—no.”
“Good. You can go.” She waves you away. You bang your knees on the table. You ignore the pain, moving towards the exit.
You’re halfway out when she speaks again.
“I told you I’d break you.”
——
The numbers, the pie charts. They all begin merging into a blur.
The past few days have been hectic. Always is when a new project gets underway. The need to have something tangible to impress the higher ups.
You’ve barely had time to sleep, staying late in the office every day. Your eyes strained from staring at the monitor for so long.
“Here.”
You look up. It’s Sohyun, offering you a cup of coffee. You take it, looking down at it sceptically.
“Did you spit in this or something?”
She slaps the back of your head.
Sohyun hasn’t tormented you in the last few days. Too busy with the project but you’re still hyper-aware. Every time she’s close or talking, you half expect her touch or a jibe.
This is the first time she’s approached you in days. And strangely enough, you miss it.
Not because you miss her. Just… the distraction. The days are boring without it.
“You look tired. Thought you could use some coffee.”
“Thanks.” You stare at the cup before taking a small sip, wincing as you burn your tongue.
“How’s the data analysis going?”
You shrug. “Should be ready by tomorrow.”
“Hmm. Good work.”
Your heart jumps a little at the praise.
She doesn’t move. Just stands there, watching you work, sipping her coffee every now and then.
Your heart beats rapidly. Waiting for her to touch you or make an inappropriate comment. You feel her hand on the back of your chair.
“You made a mistake here. And there.”
You glance up at her in surprise before following where she pointing. She’s right. You quickly make the changes.
She hums in approval before walking back to her desk. You finally exhale, shoulders dropping.
“What? Disappointed I didn’t try something?” She says as she sits back down, smirking.
You shouldn’t ask. You do anyway.
“Why aren’t you?” You add quickly, “Not because I miss it.”
Her mouth opens. Then closes. She rests her chin on her fingers. “You’re boring now.”
“What? And I wasn’t before?”
“That reaction at the stairwell? I don’t think you could top that.”
Your face heats.
She’s challenging you. Baiting you.
You take it anyway.
“How do I not be boring?” Your voice comes out quieter than you meant.
She smiles wide. Stands and leans over your desk. You see a hint of her bra underneath her shirt. Your throat suddenly goes dry. You try to look away. Too late.
“Be more assertive. More reckless. That’s when people are fun,” she says like it’s obvious. She moves suddenly, towards your manager’s desk. Grabs a key and opens the bottom drawer. Pulls out a bottle of expensive whiskey before placing it on the table with a heavy thunk.
“You want some?”
You stand abruptly, your chair rolls back, hits the desk behind. You cross to her. Grab the bottle from her hands, open it and take a swig.
You hold it in your mouth—to look like you’ve done this before. You swallow. Your throat burns. You start spluttering.
She laughs. Her hand finds your back—rubbing, soothing. “Easy there,” she murmurs.
Once your coughing dies down, you look at her. Her expression shifts. Surprised. Impressed. You shove the bottle into her hands. Nod at it.
She holds your gaze. Brings the bottle to her lips.
Your eyes go lower. Her throat bobs after every swallow. You swallow along with her.
She places the bottle back on the desk when she finishes. There’s a drop of whiskey on her lips. You track it as it glides down her chin. Falls onto her shirt, staining the fabric.
Her shirt—when did she undo more buttons?
You look back up. Her gaze still on you, pupils dilated. Lips parted. Your breaths mingle. Everywhere smells like whiskey.
You push forward. Grab her waist. Crush your mouth against hers. It’s messy and loud. She moans. Opens her mouth. You don’t hesitate, forcing your tongue in.
She steps back until she’s pressed against your manager’s desk. She reaches back, sweeps the paper and pens onto the floor. The whiskey also falls. Shatters. You don’t care.
You lift her onto the desk, kiss her neck. She moans—right into your ear. Her legs lock around you, hands going to your belt—
The sound of the vacuum breaks both of you out of the spell.
You separate, breathing heavily. You crane your neck towards the sound. They don’t know you’re here yet. You look back at her, already buttoning her shirt.
“Want to get out of here?” She asks.
You can only nod.
——
Your manager frantically searches his drawers, muttering. “What? Where’s my bottle?”
You ignore him, focused on getting your tasks done.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watch him move closer to Sohyun. Your fingers hit the keyboard harder than normal.
He leans on her desk. Lowers his voice. “Have you seen my… special drink?”
“You mean the one in the locked drawer?”
“That’s the one!”
“Nope. I’ve been too busy.” She doesn’t give him her full attention, eyes glued to the computer screen.
He stares at her, waiting for more. When nothing comes, he frowns, walking back to his desk.
Sohyun stares at you over her computer screen, smirking. You try to fight the smile coming. You fail.
She slams her laptop shut. Grabs it and stands. “Come on. Let’s head to the meeting room.”
——
Sohyun stands at the front of the room. Clicking through slides. Assigning tasks. Fielding questions.
You’re not listening.
Last night keeps playing in your mind. The hickey left on her collarbone. How her thighs locked around your waist in the backseat of her car. How her nails raked down your back. The pain is still there. But it was worth it.
You can’t stop staring. Her lips are still swollen. You notice a slight limp when she walks. Favouring her left leg as she paces. You can see the hickey, barely peeking out of her shirt.
You smile at the memory.
“Anything to add?”
You shake your head, still smiling. Then you notice: everyone’s staring at you. Confused.
She glances at you, amusement on her features. “Alright then. This is the final push. Don’t let the team down.”
Nods all round the table. Chairs scraping. One by one they file out. Until it’s just you two.
She doesn’t move. Stares at the door until it clicks shut. “You were undressing me, weren’t you?”
You look down at your laptop, pretending to make notes. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She walks toward you. Slowly. The limp still there. She grabs the armrests, spins your chair to face her. She grips your chin, forces you to look up.
“Tonight—shall we finish what we started?”
“Didn’t we?” You don’t break eye contact. “In your car?”
She leans down, her mouth next to your ear. “I’m talking about the manager’s desk.” your eyes widen. “How hot would that be?”
No. It would be stupid. Crazy.
But you’ve had a taste of doing reckless shit. A taste of her.
And it’s addictive.
You pull her onto your lap, kissing her roughly. She laughs into it.
That answers her question.
——
“F—fuck…”
You grab her tie from round her neck, stuff it into her mouth as you continue to pound into her.
She’s under you. Eyes rolled back. Pants gone, panties around one ankle by your head. Her shirt, ripped open. You’re pretty sure you tore a few buttons. You need to reimburse her for that. Her glasses are still on, now askew.
God, she’s the most beautiful thing here—one hand fondling her breast. The other gripping your hand by her waist tightly.
You’re not gentle. She doesn’t want you to be. You can still hear her moans through her tie. You’re close. Too close.
She lets go of her breast, reaches for something by her head. Her phone. You don’t question it. Open the camera. Frame her: Shirt torn open. Tie between her teeth. Sweat on her collarbone. One leg hooked over your shoulder. You take the photo. Show her. She looks at herself. At what you’ve done to her. Her eyes grow dark. She nods.
More.
She cums. Hard. Her walls tightening around you. You finish inside her. No hesitation.
You lean over. Kiss her hard, desperate.
You take a few steps back, collapse onto the manager’s chair and watch as your joined fluids spill onto the desk.
You laugh. So does she.
You’re both still breathing hard. She sits up, places her feet on the armrest. Drags you closer. You look into her eyes as you start buttoning up your shirt. Disheveled. Smiling. “What, no round 2?”
You caress her leg, placing soft kisses on her calf. Up to her knee. She shivers. “My place?”
She considers. Then nods.
——
“W—why is my desk sticky?”
He’s looking around for someone to blame. Everyone’s staring at their screen, ignoring him.
You hear your phone buzz. Look down. Message from Sohyun.
It’s one of the photos from last night. Her. On the desk. Tie in her mouth. Below it: Shall we tell him?
You look up, eyes wide. She’s already looking at you. You watch as she bites her lip. Laughs into her fist. She’s already lifting her phone. Aims it at you. Your phone buzzes a second later.
Your face? Priceless
——
You open your laptop. Spreadsheet already displayed. You crack your knuckles, stretch your neck, and begin to work.
The project’s deadline is tomorrow. It’s almost done—just a few changes left to be made. The slack channel constantly pings with new messages from other team members. Updates on their tasks, offering assistance.
The shower head suddenly turns off. Five minutes later, Sohyun comes out: hair damp, wearing your t-shirt. It’s big on her—neck line too big, exposing one shoulder, hem falling to mid-thigh. If the deadline wasn’t tomorrow, you’d have thrown her on the bed for round 2.
She pads to your bed, wet footprints marking your carpet. She climbs under the sheets. Grabs her phone from the nightstand. You look over. She’s scrolling through the slack channel before tossing her phone away. She stretches. T-shirt riding up her thighs. You feel your heart rate pick up. You turn back to your screen. Try to focus.
She turns to you. Scoots until she’s pressing against you. Grabs your chin and begins kissing you messily. She tries to close your laptop. You stop her.
You pull away. “I still have work to do.”
“Do it after.”
“You just took a shower.”
“I can take another.”
You chuckle. Turn back toward the screen.
She watches you, annoyance marring her features. “Fine.”
You last only five minutes when you hear moans beside you. She’s touching herself. You try to ignore it. Her breath quickening. Your name spilling out of her mouth—needy. The way her legs spread wider. Your throat goes dry.
You look over. She’s watching you, a teasing smile on her face. She brings a finger to her mouth. Bites it. That look—you can’t get used to it.
You’re hard. Aching.
You shut the computer, toss it onto the floor, and pounce on top of her. She’s giggling like she’s won.
You crash your lips on hers, pushing your tongue in. Replace her hand with yours. Swallow her moans.
You don’t know when she became more important than work.
——
After the deadline, she decided to stay for the weekend.
You don’t argue.
You feel her eyes on your back. “What?” You ask, still facing the cooker as you make breakfast.
She’s sat at the table, chin resting on one hand, the other drawing patterns on the tabletop. She’s only got a bra and your boxers on. You love the sight.
“You’re weirdly hot you know?”
“Thank you?”
“I mean it,” you turn around, place a plate in front of her before sitting across from her. “If you keep your hair messy like that and wear those glasses…”
You stare at her as she bites her lip. Rubs her thighs together. You’re surprised she’s acting like this—at just a thought. “Maybe I will.”
——
Monday comes round. You’re looking at your reflection in the window of her car.
You followed her advice: messy hair, glasses instead of contacts. You adjust your glasses, touch your hair. It feels weird. You feel her hand on your thigh.
“You look fine. If I wasn’t driving, I’d be on you right now.” Her hand climbs higher, nails slightly brushing your groin.
A small groan escapes. You grab her hand. “I’m not going into the office hard.”
“Why not?”
You don’t give her an answer. Instead, you watch outside. People waiting for buses. Cleaners on the street, removing evidence of whatever happened last night.
“Let’s play a game.”
You hum in response. Curious now.
“First person to get dragged into the supply closet wins.”
“Sohyun… no.”
“Why? We already fucked on the manager’s desk.”
“You’re talking about doing it during work hours.”
“Exciting right?”
Crazy. She’s crazy.
But you’re already imagining it. Her pressed against the shelves—
What has she done to you?
——
You get off a block away from the entrance. Whatever this is between you two, you both keep it secret. No rumours. No questions.
You enter the building, scan your ID and wait for the elevator. People are staring. Your hair. Glasses. Gossiping. You look towards them. They look away, giggling.
Sohyun arrives a minute later, stands beside you. Smirking. “Told you it looked good.”
The elevator arrives. You move to the back. Sohyun stands in front of you, back to you. As the elevator ascends, she moves back. Her ass pressing against you.
You try not to look down at her. You fail. She’s typing something on her phone. Holds her phone over her shoulder.
Game starts now
She presses harder. You bite the inside of your cheek, face burning. You look around. No one’s paying attention. Don’t react. Not here. Not yet.
When the elevator reaches your floor, it empties. Just the two of you left. You lean in, groan softly into her ear. Watch the goosebumps rise on her skin. You sidestep around her before heading to your desk. You don’t look back.
Two can play this game.
——
It’s barely lunch and you’re already losing your composure.
She’s good. Really good.
A glimpse of her bra when she leans over to hand you something. She drops her pen deliberately. Lets it roll under your desk. She ducks under the desk. Her hand finds your thigh—not the pen. Every time she leaves for the bathroom, your phone buzzes. Photos of her. Hair tussled. Shirt open, exposing the smooth plane of her stomach. You do your best to hide them from your colleagues. Angle your phone away from your desk neighbour. But they just keep coming.
“Are you okay?”
You lock your phone immediately. Look up. Zhou Xinyu. She’s frowning. Concerned look on her face. “I—I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You’re looking really red.”
You nod, not trusting your voice.
She walks off. Then stops. Turns to you. “By the way…” You look over your shoulder at her. “Like the new look.” She winks at you.
You swallow visibly. Your phone buzzes again.
What the fuck is happening?
——
You look over at Sohyun, eyes pleading. Her foot’s on your groin again, pressing firmly. You bite your knuckles, trying not to moan. She’s smiling innocently.
She doesn’t stop, not even when some intern comes to flirt with her. She’s in her element. Laughing. Flirting.
You hate it.
You know she’s watching you, even when she’s not paying attention. How your jaw tightens when she laughs at a terrible joke, her hand playfully slapping his arm. She presses harder with your every reaction.
“What is with the tired looks, everybody? It’s Monday! A brand new week!”
A momentary respite when your eyes turn to your manager. You look around. Everyone’s eyes look heavy, their movements sluggish.
“This won’t do. You!” He points at you, beckons you closer with his finger. You slap her foot away before standing carefully. You walk slowly to him. “Go down to the cafe. Coffee is on me!”
Cheers of delight come from the team. Internally, you’re celebrating the reprieve.
You quickly make your way to the elevator, ignoring Sohyun.
“Can I join you?”
You turn. Xinyu stands beside you. “Sure. Going on your lunch break?”
She stares at you for a moment before turning to the elevator doors. “Something like that.”
Behind you, Sohyun watches the elevator doors close. Her eyes narrow.
——
“Let me pay.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“It’s the manager’s card.” You flash the card as if it was treasure.
She laughs. Covering her mouth with her hand. “If you insist.” She gestures you forward.
You move to pay then proceed to order for the rest of your team. 5 iced americanos. 1 caramel frappe with extra whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top.
You don’t know why you remember that.
You walk over to where Xinyu’s waiting, busy on her phone. She sets it down as soon as you’re beside her.
“What’s with the new look?” She asks.
“This? Sohyun suggested it. Said it looked good on me.” You don’t look her in the eyes when you answer, remembering what happened after she said that.
The eggs were cold.
“You’ve been hanging around her a lot lately.” You look up, wait for her to continue. “You’re a lot different from before you worked that project together.”
You narrow your eyes. “Good different? Bad?”
You’re interrupted when her order comes out first—placed in front of her. She bends over her drink, holds the straw close to her mouth.
“Not sure yet. Just different.”
You watch as she drinks. You shouldn’t be. The way her cheeks hollow. Her eyes trained on you.
You shift uncomfortably.
When did everything become so sexual?
Your phone buzzes in your pocket. “Excuse me.”
You move away towards the window. Stare down at your phone. Another message from Sohyun. This time a voice note. You press play. Press it against your ear.
You almost drop your phone.
She’s moaning your name. From the echo, she’s in the bathroom again. You hear her breathing heavily, voice raspy.
You can imagine it: her on the toilet seat, fingers between her legs, coated in her wetness. Her eyes fluttering close, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
You press your head against the window, a thud echoing in the cafe. Xinyu’s looking over at you in concern. You ignore her, focus on getting your breathing in check. Focus on not losing this game.
Then you hear it: a sucking sound through the speakers.
It ends there. Like a teaser for what’s to come. You check the time on your phone. 5 more hours until the day’s over.
“What happened? Is everything okay?”
You quickly turn. Xinyu’s close. Her face centimetres from yours. You don’t know how long she’s been standing there. Don’t know if she heard any of it. You hope she didn’t.
“Y—yeah. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
She shakes her head. You feel your cheeks burn under her gaze. Did she hear it? What would she think? You see her raise her hand, point to your forehead.
“Your forehead. You hit it pretty hard on the window. It’s going red.”
You bring your hand to your forehead, feel a slight swell.
Fuck.
“It’s fine. I—“ you look over her shoulder and see the barista placing your order onto the counter. “The order’s ready.” You quickly move, thankful for the interruption.
You grab the coffees. Thank the barista. You turn to Xinyu. “Shall we head back?” You don’t give her time to answer, already walking to the exit.
——
“I told you. It’s fine.”
“If you don’t do something about it, it’s going to get worse. The swelling will get bigger. Redder. You could end up with a headache. Or have to go to the hospital.”
“Okay. You’re exaggerating now. I don’t actually—“
The elevator doors open. You see Sohyun stopping at the sight of you and Xinyu. Close. Her hand brushing the swell on your forehead. Gently blowing on it as if that would fix it.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen her angry.
“Is that the coffee order?” Her tone is cold. Emotionless.
“Y—yeah.”
“Great. Xinyu, could you—“ she takes the coffee from your hands, shoves it into hers. She grips your wrist. Tight. “—hand them to the team. Thanks.”
She’s dragging you out of the elevator before you can make a sound.
——
This feels familiar. Her dragging you. Of the time you dragged her out that meeting. Karma has a weird way of getting back at you.
She drags you up the next floor. Accounting. It’s a quiet floor. People here tend to mind their own business. They won’t notice how she opens the supply closet, shoves you inside, and locks it behind her.
You don’t know if you should be aroused or terrified.
She pushes you into a worn office chair. Grabs your tie. Forces you to look up before crashing her lips against yours.
You don’t respond. Can’t. Already feel her tongue invading your mouth.
She straddles you. Unbuttons your shirt one by one. You move your hand to do the same to hers. Only for her to slap them away.
Her lips leave yours, inches away. “You don’t get to touch me.”
You swallow hard. Try to chase her lips only for her to lean further back. She grinds against you. A moan escapes you. You don’t care anymore. Don’t care that someone might find you. Might hear you. Don’t care if your manager wonders where the fuck you both are.
You just want her.
You hear her heels fall to the floor as she undoes the last button. Feel her nails scratch you from your collarbone to your hips. Her eyes darken as she looks over you.
She presses her lips on you—your collarbone, your chest. She trails down until she can’t bend anymore.
She sits back up. Straight. Removes her own shirt before tossing it behind her. Forgotten. Grabs your chin roughly before kissing you. Desperate. Messy. Like staking a claim. Her other hand trails down, undoes your belt, the button before fishing you out, stroking you slow.
“Fuck…”
She smiles into the kiss, loving the way you easily fold.
She’s off your lap now, shimmies out of her own trousers. Smirks when your pupils dilate at the sight. No panties.
You try to reach her. You’re only met with her hand holding both your wrists, pinning them to the shelves behind you.
She straddles you again, grabs you and aims you into her. She lowers herself onto you until you’re fully inside.
You groan at the warmth. She groans at the fullness.
She rides you. Hard. Panting into your ear. Biting your ear. You’re too far gone to think clearly.
The shelves behind you start rattling, random items falling around you.
For a brief moment, you remember where you are. That someone walking by could see what’s happening.
You let out a loud moan at that thought.
She clasps her hand over your mouth. To make you quiet. But no one’s making her quiet. She grows louder. And louder. Until she has no choice but to stuff her own tie into her mouth.
You feel yourself getting harder at the sight.
She’s close. You can feel it. The lack of rhythm in her bouncing. The stutter in her breathing. The way she shuts her eyes tight, trying to hold herself together.
You finish first. Inside her. She follows soon after. Head collapsing on your shoulder, hand letting go of your wrists. They fall around her waist. You hold her tight. Wait until your breathing is under control. She places her hand over your chest, over your heart. Smiles at its rapid beating.
When you both calm, she lifts her head before lowering her lips onto yours. Softer. Gentler.
You part, eyes locked. “I win.”
She tilts her head in confusion. “What?”
“You said whoever gets dragged into the supply closet wins right? I won.”
You watch the realisation dawn on her face.
“Fuck you.”
——
“Damn it. The door’s jammed again. Is maintenance gone already… fuck.”
The supply closet door continues to rattle as one, two people try to get it open.
“Fuck it. I’ll get it tomorrow.”
You grab your phone. Read the time: 5:50pm. You’ve been here the entire afternoon, half expecting messages from your boss: where the fuck are you, where’s my fucking credit card. You didn’t get any of that, just a single text from Xinyu.
Told them you got hurt pretty bad on the way back from the cafe. Told them Sohyun went with you because she’s got a car.
You need to thank her for that. And explain all this too. Or come up with a convincing lie.
“How long left?”
“10 minutes. How do you know Accounting will be gone by then?”
“They don’t do overtime. Or refuse to. Just how they are.” She gives a noncommittal shrug. Browses the items on the shelves. She’s walking around the supply closet. Naked.
“I should’ve used this on you.” She turns to you, shows you some tape before continuing her browsing.
You can’t take your eyes off her. Hair a mess. From the makeshift ponytail in round 3. The bruises on her hips. From when you gripped her a bit too tightly in round 5. The glistening on her inner thighs.
You’re aching at the memory.
She looks down. Smirks. You’re hard again. “Ready for round 8?” She saunters to you, hips swaying more than normal before sitting down next to you.
She grips you, stroking slowly, twisting at the tip. You move your hand to her mouth, watch as she sucks on your fingers before letting them go. You trail them down to where she’s already wet, rubbing in circles.
You rest your head on the wall behind, eyes closed, enjoying her hand and her soft moans. She’s on her phone, tapping away.
“Look at this.”
You slowly open your eyes. Look at her screen. Xinyu’s latest photo on Instagram. A mirror selfie. The mirror’s steamed, she’s wearing a bathrobe, shoulder exposed.
“Sohyun… what the fuck…”
“Imagine it’s her hand.” She whispers into your ear.
She’s stroking faster. Your hand lying motionless on her. You shut your eyes. Can’t help the image of Xinyu on you instead.
You exhale loudly.
“Jealous of her?”
“I am.” She blows into your ear. You let out a moan. “But I understand. She’s hot.” She stops. Hand moving down, grabs your balls. Tight. “Just remember that I’m the one making you feel this way.”
You kiss her. Hard. Moaning into her mouth as she strokes again. Faster. Relentless. You come. All over her hand.
You can’t do anything but watch as she brings her hand to her mouth, licks her hand clean, smiles at the taste.
After that display, she stands, finds her shirt, dresses.
“What about you?” You say weakly, unable to move.
“You can make it up to me,” she’s putting her hair up in a ponytail. “After dinner.”
She tosses you your clothes. Leans on the door, waiting for you.
——
You both make it to your floor. Quietly. In case anyone is still lingering.
When the coast is clear, you move to grab your stuff: jacket, bag, ID. Both of you run to the elevators, giggling like children.
You put your hand in your jacket pocket. Something’s in there. Soft. Unfamiliar. You pull it out.
Her panties.
“Thought you’d like a souvenir.” She’s smiling.
You walk in as soon as the elevator arrives and the doors open.
“Was this supposed to help with the game?”
“Yeah. Didn’t think it would end up being useless.”
You laugh boisterously.
As the door closes, you pin her to the wall, kissing her.
——
Dinner’s at your place. An order of fried chicken.
She’s cleaned up, now sporting only your hoodie. You’re in jogging pants, no shirt.
Some variety show plays on the TV. You’re not paying attention, content to watch her. How she holds the chicken delicately with just her fingertips. Her legs tucked underneath her. She laughs at something on the TV. It’s loud. Addicting. You can’t help but laugh along with her.
She reaches for another piece. Arches her back as she takes one from the plate. You see a hint of a smile. You huff. You’ve been caught. You lean back on the couch, focusing on the show. She moves beside you, resting her head on your shoulder. Offers the chicken. You take a bite. She laughs again before settling against you.
You throw your arm over her, thumb softly grazing her hipbone. You lean down, a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
She looks up at you, eyes curving into crescents as she smiles wide.
Your heart skips a beat.
She leans up, pecks you on the lips before you can react and turns back to the TV.
——
At this point, she’s practically moved in. Which, by the way, is crazy. You’re pretty sure her place is bigger than yours.
You walk into the bathroom, see her toothbrush sitting next to yours. Counter space is nonexistent. Her essentials have taken over—lotion, cleanser, hair products.
You sigh. Grab your toothbrush. Start brushing your teeth as you walk around the bedroom.
Your desk is now her makeup station. Your wardrobe has her work attire.
(Only her work attire. She’s either naked or stealing your clothes whenever she comes by.)
You walk back into the bathroom, watching yourself in the mirror.
She comes in, wraps her arms round your waist. You stare at her through the reflection. At the way her hands start drifting lower, into your jogging pants.
You stop that immediately, turning, grabbing her and lifting her on the small space left on the counter.
You accidentally poke her eye with your toothbrush.
“Ow!”
You spit your toothbrush into the sink.
“Shit! Are you okay?”
She laughs, one eye closed.
You move close, kissing all over her face: the closed eye, her brow, her nose before ending at her mouth. One peck. Two. You dive back in, pushing your tongue into her mouth.
She reciprocates eagerly, one arm around the back of your neck. The other finishing her exploration of your pants. You feel her hand cup you.
You groan before lifting her, carrying her to the bedroom. She’s giggling the whole time.
——
“Re—really? They’re happy… with it?” She stutters, not paying attention to what’s being said on the phone.
A member of the project called. Updates her on what happened since she was away. The higher ups are happy with the project. They praised her leadership. Wants to reward the team with a big dinner.
She’s happy of course. But her mind’s elsewhere.
“Ha—have you talked with the other members? Asked what they w—wanted?”
She moves the phone away from her mouth. Covers the microphone as she moans loudly. Her head bangs against your headboard. “Keep going.”
She puts the phone back against her ear. Catches the last part of whatever was said. Her other hand reaches down, grabs hold of your hair, pushing you further into her. She starts grinding into your mouth.
You smile. Continue lapping at her relentlessly. The need to breathe no longer a priority. You start pushing a finger inside. Then another as your tongue moves up, circling her clit.
She bucks. You use one hand to hold her down.
“J—just let me know what the others decide. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Bye.” She ends the call quickly, throws her phone away. It clatters somewhere near the bedroom door.
“Oh my fucking—how are you so good?”
“I watched tutorials.”
“Can you send me the link? I want to show them to all my—“
You don’t let her finish, sucking on her clit. Hard.
You stop. Look up at her. Mouth wet. “Is there anyone else?”
She shakes her head quickly.
“Are you sure? Use your words.” You’re torturing her. Still, it’s nice to have power over her sometimes. Nice to see her chest rise and fall. See her cheeks flushed pink.
“No. No.”
You dive back in. Her head thrashes side to side. She extends her arm suddenly, knocking over the bedside lamp before she starts hitting the bed.
“Fuck fuck fuck”
She’s panting now, her thighs tightening over your head. You have to pry them open just to breathe.
“Keep going. Please— I’m close.”
Her thighs begin to quiver, tightening around you again. She grabs your pillow and screams into it as her orgasm tears through her. Her hips lift off the bed, dragging you with her. You don’t stop, working her through it.
Eventually, she loosens her thighs. Lets you climb over her, trailing kisses—hipbone, sternum, up to her mouth. She grabs the back of your neck, kissing you. Moans at her taste. You smile into the kiss.
“Did I make up for the supply closet?”
She can only nod furiously before kissing you again.
——
Friday’s here.
You kick the ground outside the office, your breath visible as you wait for your manager. Somehow, he’s managed to weasel his way into this celebratory dinner with your team. A project he wasn’t a part of. You don’t know why Sohyun agreed to this.
“Where are we going again?”
Oh and your manager invited Xinyu as well.
“Some new, fusion restaurant downtown,” you say noncommittally. You do your best to avoid her gaze, lest you face Sohyun’s ire. You wouldn’t mind, except all you and Sohyun have been doing lately is having sex. You’re kind of sore at this point.
“I shouldn’t even be here. I wasn’t part of the project.”
“You missed your opportunity to say no,” you say bluntly. Then you smile. Wry. “It’s alright. The manager wasn’t invited either yet somehow he’s coming along. Trust me, we’d rather have you there than him.”
She can’t help but smile. “Thanks. Feel a little better now.”
“Don’t say that. I heard there were plans to ditch you with him.”
She pushes you halfheartedly, laughing. You smile along with her.
“Alright! I’m here! Let’s go!”
——
“I call shotgun!”
You, Sohyun, and Xinyu stand frozen at the audacity of your manager. Watching him as he opens the passenger door to Sohyun’s car.
“Looks like he took shotgun,” Xinyu says as she walks to the back.
You look over at Sohyun. Her jaw is tight. She’s annoyed. At your manager or Xinyu, you’re not too sure.
“Can you drive?”
You huff. “Sure.”
She hands you the keys before making her way to the backseat, behind the driver.
As soon as you open the driver side door, your manager begins protesting. “What are you doing? This is Sohyun’s car.”
Sometimes, you want to punch him.
“She’s not feeling too well. Asked me to drive.”
“I can drive. Sohyun, come sit here.”
“No, no. I’ll feel worse there. Might throw up on you.” She makes a gagging sound. Your manager can’t help but gag along with her.
You look into the rear view mirror, see Xinyu smiling in amusement. You do too.
“Let’s go.”
——
“I swear I want to kill him.”
“You invited him.”
“He invited himself.”
“Should’ve said no then.”
“Whose side are you on?”
The both of you hang back a bit. Watch as the rest enter the restaurant. Xinyu lags behind the group, looking over her shoulder at you.
“Can we tell him what we did? That we stole his whiskey? Fucked on his desk?”
She’s leaning on her car. You’re standing in front of her, towering over her.
“That’s a sure way to get me fired.”
“You? Not we?”
“He likes you. He’d defend you. He’d paint me as some devil who seduced you into stealing his whiskey and having sex on his desk.”
She chuckles softly. She’s staring up at you, eyes wide. “If only he knew I was the seducer.”
You smile. “If only he knew.”
You lean down, kiss her softly on the lips before gently pushing her off the car and toward the restaurant.
“You think we could leave early? Or at least go to the bathroom?” She’s talking to you over her shoulder.
“Sohyun… I’m still sore from last night.”
“Maybe we could invite Xinyu to join us.”
You stay silent. She’s joking. Still, it’s not a bad idea. “Should we?”
“Fuck you.” She flips you off.
——
This is bad. Like a powder keg waiting to explode.
Your manager’s drunk. Is starting to get more handsy—firm grip on shoulders, pulling them close by the waist. Everyone’s uncomfortable. Especially the women.
You look to Sohyun, forced to sit by his side, shifting uncomfortably, drinking every shot he gives her. To Xinyu, staring at her flute of champagne, silent.
Your jaw tightens, knuckles turning white as you grip the edge of the table. Yet you don’t say anything. No one does. Too afraid to speak out, to lose their jobs. Even Sohyun, who preaches recklessness, can’t seem to put her job on the line.
“Why is everyone quiet? Drink. Drink!”
Even the other customers are uncomfortable.
“Why aren’t you drinking?”
You turn to face him, a butter knife pointed toward you. Everyone’s looking, the guy next to you—his name you can’t remember—nudges you, points at the shot in front.
Before you would’ve stayed silent, down the shot, keep him happy.
But you’ve changed. For the better.
“I’m not drinking tonight. I’m driving.”
“Who? You don’t even own a car.”
“Sohyun. Xinyu,” you say, voice cold. “Anyone else who wants a lift.”
He cackles. “Everyone here can take a cab! They don’t need you driving them home! Isn’t that right Sohyun?”
You watch as his hand grabs hold of her thigh. At the way she flinches but can’t move away. Your vision goes red. You stand, punching him in the nose. You hear a crack, watch as he falls off his seat. You don’t stop there, walking round the table and pummelling him.
Crack. Another bone.
They pull you off him before you do something you regret. You’re breathing heavily. Ears are ringing. You can’t hear anything until you feel Xinyu push you, telling you to go outside.
You walk out. Lean against the wall before sliding down it.
——
You stay like that for who knows how long. Until you see her white sneakers.
You look up. Sohyun crouches down to eye level. Looks over your features. She brushes a strand of hair from your eyes.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“I know.”
“You’re going to get fired.”
“I know.”
“Thank you.”
Her hands cup your cheeks before leaning in. Kisses your forehead.
You smile despite yourself.
“Where is everybody?”
“The hospital.”
You hum in acknowledgement.
She moves to sit beside you. Your hand stops her, gesturing to your lap instead. You don’t want her to dirty her clothes. She gently sits down, back against your chest. She holds your hand in hers.
“They’re not going to say it in public… but they’re thankful. For what you did.”
“I don’t care about them. They saw what he was doing. Didn’t do anything.”
“Hey. You’re angry. I get it. But don’t blame them. The only person to blame is that bastard.”
You’re quiet. She’s right. You place your lips over her shoulder, kissing it gently.
“Are you okay? Drunk?”
She squeezes your hand. “Maybe a little.”
“Come on then. Let’s sober you up.”
——
Sohyun watches as you slowly pack your things into a box. Security guards watching your every move.
Rumours were quick to spread. Of the inappropriate way the manager was acting during the dinner. You thought you’d be arrested for assault. Except, everyone at the dinner defended you and someone let slip to the restaurant the company you all worked at. Online posts begin circulating: how this company could allow such behaviour. How the workplace must be such a toxic environment.
It was shut down quickly by the higher ups, ordering an internal investigation. Obviously, they couldn’t tolerate violence against a manager, so even if everyone defended you, you still had to be let go.
It’s fine though. You hated this place anyway.
You finish packing. Head to the elevator escorted by the guards. When you reach the ground floor, you hand them your ID, bow to them before walking out the door.
Xinyu’s outside. Waiting for you.
——
You find yourself in a small cafe. No one here save for you, Xinyu, and a barista who finds her phone more interesting than anything else.
“It’s not fair. Firing you.”
You look up from your mug, a small, defeated smile on your face. “You say that as if they had choice,” you watch as she’s about to protest, only for you to continue. “I broke his nose. They can’t keep me on after that.”
You watch for her reaction. When she lets out a frustrated sigh, you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
After a couple of minutes of just sitting there, drinking your coffee, she speaks. “So… you and Sohyun huh?”
You were about to say something before she stops you with her hand. “No one punches their manager unless they’re doing something to someone you like. Would you do it again? If it was me?”
You don’t hesitate. “I would.”
She stares into your eyes. Relief flooding her face at your answer. Her eyes though. They looked resigned. Like, despite hearing the answer she wanted, it was not what she actually wanted.
It felt like a confession. Of the crush you harboured for her for the last three years. You wonder what would’ve happened if it was her and not Sohyun you got close with.
You rid yourself of that thought. You don’t regret any of this.
“I told you that you were different since you spent more time with Sohyun. You asked if that was good or bad…”
“I remember.”
“It was a good thing. Even if she can be a bit… territorial.”
“Like when she had you in her lap? Hand on your thigh?”
She winces at the memory. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be. It was hot.”
Her eyes widen in shock, disbelief at what you said. You’re also pretty sure that the barista’s no longer paying attention to her phone, more interested in your conversation.
“I don’t really have a filter anymore.” You wave your hand in the air as if your explanation made it all better.
“Did she ever… talk about me?” She asks shyly. You lean in, ready to tell her about the supply closet before she sits up straight. Covers her ears with her hands. “On second thought, I don’t want to know.”
You laugh. First time since the incident.
She smiles back at you.
“I should probably get going. Keep in touch.” She walks over to your side of the table, presses her lips to your cheek before walking out.
“There’s someone better than her?”
You turn at the sudden question from the barista. You can only give her a sharp nod.
——
You wipe the steam from the mirror. Stare at your reflection. Watch as water droplets slide down your face, into the scruff of your beard.
You need to shave.
You open the cupboard below the sink. Take out a razor and the shaving cream. You stand, turn the faucet on to wet your face a bit more.
You hear a whistle. Turning, Sohyun stands by the door. Hair in a high ponytail. Suit jacket discarded, she’s left in a black shirt, black pencil skirt, black stockings.
You exhale loudly. Those damn stockings.
“Wow,” she says, eyeing you like candy. “Hot.”
You scoff. You face the mirror, applying the shaving cream. “Just got back?”
“Uh-huh.” She’s closer now, leaning beside the mirror, watching you. “Have to say… would you consider wearing a Santa Claus outfit? It’s one of my fantasies.”
The blade freezes by your cheek. You would’ve said no without hesitation. Now, you’re actually contemplating hiring one.
She moves until she’s between you and the mirror, pries the blade from your hand. One hand pulls on the skin, the other slowly glides the blade against your skin. “The office. It’s boring now.”
You don’t say anything. Watch the concentration on her face. Only when she washes the blade do you speak.
“What? No one to flirt with? No intern kissing the floor you stand on?”
That annoyed her. She hooks a finger into your mouth, pulls your cheek taut before going over it with the blade. She scowls at you. You’ve long since stopped being afraid of it. Now it’s adorable.
The two of you have been fucking so much, you actually forgot how beautiful she was. Her eyes are focused, calculating. Pale skin contrasting against her dark clothes. Her mouth set in quiet concentration, plump. Perfect for kissing.
“You’re staring.” She finishes. Wipes the blade clean before tossing it into the trash.
You push her into the sink. You move until she’s flush against your skin. She cranes her neck up to see you. You’re more focused on the elegant line of her neck. The way her throat moves as she swallows thickly.
Before you can capture her lips, she presses a finger against your lips.
“Aftershave.”
You lean back, watch her grab the bottle. She pours a generous amount on her hand, spreads it before touching your face.
It burns.
You don’t break eye contact, keeping her hands on your cheek as you kiss her.
When you separate, your towel drops with a soft thud, pooling around you. She looks down, breath hitching at the sight of you, hard and leaking. She grabs you, takes you back into the shower. No care about what happens to her clothes.
——
Despite not working there anymore, you’re still kept in the loop on what’s happening in the office. Text messages from Xinyu to conversations during dinner with Sohyun.
You hear the passcode being entered into your door before opening. Sohyun’s home.
She kicks off her heels, leaves them lying on the floor. Drops her laptop bag by the shoe cabinet before walking toward you. Slow. Exaggerated hip sway. Her eyes never leaving yours.
You watch, mesmerised. Laptop forgotten on your lap. Your throat goes dry as she removes her hair clip. Shakes her hair loose. Soft and wavy. Framing her face in a way that makes you anticipate what she’ll do next. She drags her thumb across her lips, removes the lipstick before darting her tongue out, slowly licking them.
What is she doing to you?
Her hands find the zipper on her skirt, drags it down slow before letting it pool by her feet. You finally see her eyes, a predatory gleam to them. Dark. You can’t look away. Even as she slowly unbuttons her shirt, letting it glide down to the floor. Until she’s left in only her bra and panties. And stockings.
She stops in front of you. Closes your laptop. Tosses it on the far end of the couch. She straddles you, her weight settling on your lap.
“Rough day?”
Her fingers thread through your hair. Your eyes slowly close at the sensation. You feel her fingers move, from your hair to your glasses. She removes them, tossing them away.
She presses her lips to yours before speaking. “Had another interview about the manager. More like an interrogation.”
Another kiss.
“Talked about the incident. About you.”
Another.
“I think they wanted me to pin it all on you.”
You open your eyes then, half lidded. Hers the same, filled with lust.
“Did you?” You ask, voice hoarse.
She shakes her head, more strands fall over her eyes as she leans in again.
“They wish. Xinyu says there’s enough evidence for a full inquiry on him.”
Another kiss. Longer. Slower.
You separate. She whispers into your mouth. “I thought about you all day.”
She grabs your hands. Place one on her waist, the other on her breast. She moves her lips beside yours before biting your earlobe. You groan.
“Thought about your hands. Your mouth. Your—“
You couldn’t help but buck into her. You feel the sharp intake of breath. She’s smiling before biting your earlobe again.
“Sohyun—“
“Shh…” she pulls back, looks at you, breathing heavily. “I don’t want to talk anymore.”
She kisses you. Hungry. Deep.
You kiss back. Hands moving to her back. Fingertips lightly grazing her spine. She shivers. You feel the bra clasp. Undo it, letting it slide down her arms. She throws it somewhere behind her.
You start travelling lower, pressing your lips against her neck, collarbone before ending at her breasts. You alternate between both, giving extra attention to the nipples.
She moans loudly. Holds your head, keeping it close to her chest. One hand moves down, palms you through your pants.
Eventually, she pushes you off, dives back into your mouth.
You separate, both breathing hard.
“Bedroom?” You ask.
She shakes her head.
“Here. Now.”
She tugs on your shirt incessantly. You pull it off with ease, throwing it somewhere behind her.
She presses her lips on you: neck, shoulder, chest. They’re featherlight. Goosebumps appear on your skin.
She suddenly stands and turns, hooks her fingers into her stockings and pulls them down. Slowly. Ass pointed to you. Her head turns to face you, eyes gesturing to your sweatpants.
You get rid of them quickly, to not miss the show in front of you.
She kicks the stockings off her feet. Stands in front of you in only her underwear.
You move forward. Kiss her hipbone, her stomach, her thighs as you slowly peel them off her. You hear her panting, her hands twisting in your hair.
“No… I need you now.”
She pushes you back, straddling you quickly before lowering herself onto you.
You both groan simultaneously at the feeling.
Neither of you move, content with kissing. Only when the need to breathe becomes important did you separate. Foreheads touching, eyes staring deeply into yours as she starts rocking.
You hold her waist. Let her control the pace.
Her fingers move, gently grazes your jaw as she moans. As loud as she wants.
You’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
The way she sits up, one hand messing with hair. The way she looks down at you, eyes darkening as bites her bottom lip.
She’s losing it. Her rhythm, her voice.
You don’t want it to end.
She’s surprised when you lift, legs locking onto your waist. Her hands cup your face, kisses you desperately.
You turn, placing her onto the couch. She’s on her knees, facing the window, twinkling with lights outside.
You crouch behind her. Enter her slow. She bites her knuckles, eyes squeezed tight.
Only when you’re fully in do you move, matching the same pace as before. Long. Slow. You’re pressed into her back, one hand on her waist, the other just below her neck.
“F—fuck…”
You feel her tears fall onto your arm, hear the way she scratches the back of the couch with both hands. You pull one arm up, intertwine your fingers together as you get closer to release.
She’s louder now. You are too, breathing into her ear. You bite down on her shoulder to stop a loud moan. She pushes back against you, arching her back further.
She turns to face you, face covered in sweat, hair sticking. She captures your lips in a messy kiss as the hand on her waist finds her clit.
“Fuck. F—fuck…”
Her orgasm hits hard, moans muffled by your mouth. Holds onto your intertwined fingers tightly.
You keep going, prolonging her pleasure until you release into her.
You stay like that for what felt like hours. Heart racing. You wait until her breathing’s under control before you move, both of you moaning at the loss.
You sit beside her. She collapses into you before her head falls onto your lap. She looks up. Satisfied. Smiling.
“Feel better?”
“Hmm. Much.”
You smile, threading your fingers through her hair. You watch as she hums, closes her eyes and relax.
——
“Oh shit.”
She’s sitting on the counter in only your dress shirt, swinging her feet as you chop vegetables beside her. She grabs a piece. You open your mouth, still chopping as she places it in. You tease her by gently biting her finger. She slaps you on the shoulder.
“What is it?”
She turns her phone screen toward you. Placing the knife on the chopping board, you walk until you’re between her legs, reading the news article. You ignore the way her breathing stutters as you place your hands on her bare thighs.
“Shit.”
The company has taken a hit. A really bad one. Stocks free falling. The manager that you beat to a pulp at the centre of it all. Selling secrets to competitors. Private chats about the women in the office.
Your hand clenches.
“Ow.”
“Sorry.” You let go of her thigh, rubbing where you grabbed it too hard. You don’t notice that you’re caressing her higher than before, still engrossed in the article.
She locks her phone screen, places it on the counter beside her.
“Hey. I was reading that.”
She gently tilts your chin up. “Look at me.”
You meet her eyes. She’s searching your face.
“You okay?”
You exhale. You didn’t realise you were holding your breath.
“I’m—” You stop. Are you okay?
“You were right,” she says softly. “What you did. You were right.”
“I know.”
“Do you?” She cups your face. “Because you look like you want to hit him again.”
You laugh. It’s sharp, humourless. “I do.”
She nods. Doesn’t tell you that’s wrong. Doesn’t tell you to let it go.
“All the women he did that to. If I could go back,” you say slowly, “I’d do it again. Harder.”
“I know.”
You rest your forehead against her shoulder. Close your eyes.
“I’m glad you’re not there anymore. That place was poison,” she whispers.
“That place was poison.”
You pull back. Look at her.
“Are you okay? Being there without me?”
She smiles. Small, but real.
“I’m looking for other jobs.”
Your heart skips.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She kisses you. Quick, soft. “I’m done with that place too.”
——
You play with the collar of your dress shirt. It’s too tight round your neck, you’re suffocating.
“Stop that. She’d kill you if you mess with it.”
You stare at her through her vanity mirror. She puts on the final touches of makeup, checks herself before giving you a wink and kiss in the reflection.
She moves towards you, takes the tie from your hand before helping you with it.
“I still can’t believe she’s getting married.”
“Why? You still have a crush on her?” She pulls your tie too hard, making you splutter.
You had to tap her hand to get her to release.
You cough. “I’m just saying. She left the company same time as you. When was that? Two years ago? And she’s getting married already? Isn’t that too soon?”
She pats your shoulder. “Just be happy for her.” She leaves you standing there, moving to the living room.
You can’t help but stare, wishing she’d wear dresses more often. Thin straps, the hem just barely reaching her knees. The pastel pink colour. Not to mention the headband.
You love her.
“Come on. We’re going to be late.”
You follow her to the front door. You kneel down, help her with her heels as she holds you for stability. You let your fingers linger on her calf, rising to her thighs before she pushes you off.
“We don’t have time.”
You laugh, putting your shoes on. As soon as you were about to open the door, she stops you.
“Wait.”
She reaches down, pulls her panties down before handing them to you. She smiles and winks at you, gives you a quick kiss before heading out first.
You look at them, eyes wide. You stuff them into your pocket, running after her.
(Xinyu X Tzuyu X Shuhua X Nien X Male Reader) Wordcount: 15045 words
(Author's note: Thanks for @jmuns-kpop and @azelfty for hosting this prompt. Because of amazing feedback from other writers and my own enjoyment while writing this, a second part will be guaranteed, even if it takes hal a year.)
You sit in the shaded audience hall of your seaside estate in Xiamen. The morning sun slants through carved wooden screens. Before you lies a low rosewood table covered in scrolls and bamboo slips. Tax reports from the newly settled villages around Tainan, manifests of rice and silk arriving from the harbor, petitions from local Fujianese merchants begging for lower duties on Taiwan goods. Your brush moves without a pause, marking approvals and corrections in black ink. The air smells of sandalwood incense and distant salt.
Outside the open doors, the training ground rings with disciplining shouts. Your Green Standard troops drill in neat squares, spears thrusting in unison, bows drawn and released with sharp twangs, officers barking corrections. The red-and-gold banner with your coiled dragon, wave, and crossed sword-anchor symbol snaps overhead in the sea breeze. You glance up now and then to watch the formations shift, satisfied with the crispness after months of Penghu blood and sweat.
A young servant boy - barely sixteen, one of the new household additions - bursts through the side door, sandals slapping against stone. He drops to his knees so quickly his forehead nearly kisses the floor.
“General!”
His voice cracks with haste.
“Lady Xinyu bids you come at once to her chambers. She says the matter is urgent and cannot wait.”
You set the brush down. The ink bead trembles on the tip, then falls. Urgent from Xinyu is never trivial. You rise, robe whispering against the mat.
The boy scrambles ahead. You stride through the middle courtyards, past lotus ponds where carp glide beneath lily pads, past the private theater where musicians sometimes play at dusk, then through the moon gate into the women’s quarters. The garden here is quieter, jasmine heavy in the air, silk lanterns swaying gently even though it is still daylight.
Xinyu’s pavilion stands at the center. It’s the largest and most ornate. Red-lacquered pillars, silk curtains the color of ripe persimmons, carved peonies climbing the screens. Already a small crowd has gathered on the stone path outside. Maids in plain blue ao stand with lowered eyes. Your chief steward hovers nearby, hands clasped behind his back. And then there are the three of them.
Tzuyu waits closest to the door. Her posture is perfect, hands folded inside wide pale blue sleeves. Her long hair is pinned with a single jade hairpin shaped like an orchid. The silk of her robe catches the light so it shimmers like water. She meets your gaze for only a heartbeat before looking down again. She looks elegant, composed, yet you know the quick pulse at her throat betrays her.
Shuhua stands a step behind, arms crossed loosely under her chest so the vibrant green silk pulls taut across her figure. A small smirk plays at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes are sharp and watchful. She has added a thin silver chain with a tiny shell pendant around her neck. Something she brought from the island.
Nien casually leans against a pillar, in soft peach silk, sleeves rolled to her elbows as though she was in the middle of some light chore when the summons came. She twirls a jasmine blossom between her fingers, but the playful tilt of her head does not hide the way her gaze flicks between you and the closed doors of Xinyu’s chamber.
The steward bows low as you approach.
“General.”
You nod once. The crowd parts. You push the curtain aside and step into Xinyu’s receiving room.
The space is warm, perfumed with aloeswood and a faint trace of medicinal herbs. Xinyu sits on the low platform bed, back straight despite the slight curve already visible beneath her loose rose-pink robe. Her hands rest in her lap with her fingers laced. She looks up at you and, for the first time in weeks, there is no carefully schooled calm on her face. Only quiet, radiant certainty. Behind you the three concubines enter in single file, silent, each taking a place along the wall. Tzuyu to your left, Shuhua to your right, Nien nearer the door. The maids withdraw, letting the heavy curtain fall.
Xinyu draws a slow breath.
“My lord, this morning the physician confirmed it. I carry your child.”
The words drop into the room like a stone into still water. You feel the shift in the air at once. The way Tzuyu’s breath catches, the way Shuhua’s smirk vanishes, the way Nien’s fingers still on the jasmine blossom until the petals bruise. Xinyu’s gaze moves past you to the three younger women. Her expression is gentle, almost kind, but there is steel beneath it.
“The household will rejoice.”
She continues softly.
“But the child will need brothers and sisters to strengthen our line. I trust my lord will see to that duty… in due time.”
She looks back at you, eyes shining.
The evening arrives with the slow fade of sunset over the harbor, turning the sea into molten gold. Lanterns are lit along every path and pavilion, their warm glow pushing back the creeping darkness. In the grand banquet hall, long tables are set with lacquered trays. Steamed abalone glistening in ginger soy, crisp-skinned duck glazed with honey, platters of fresh crab from the morning boats, bowls of fragrant rice studded with lotus seeds, and delicate sweets shaped like peaches, symbols of longevity and fertility.
You sit at the head of the main table, Xinyu to your immediate left. Her rose-pink robe has been changed for one of deeper crimson silk. The wide sleeves are embroidered with subtle phoenixes that rise as she gestures. She looks radiant, the faint curve of her belly hidden but somehow announced by the way she carries herself. To your right sit the three concubines in careful order: Tzuyu closest, then Shuhua, then Nien. Tzuyu’s pale blue silk falls in perfect folds, her movements careful. Shuhua’s vibrant green catches the lantern light every time she leans forward. Nien’s soft peach seems almost to glow against her skin. They sit with the practiced grace of women who know they are watched.
A handful of guests fill the other seats. Two wealthy Fujianese merchants who supply your ships, a minor magistrate from the nearby prefecture, and Lady Wei, the wife of a coastal garrison commander. She’s sharp eyed, silver haired, and already deep in conversation with Xinyu about midwives and auspicious birth dates.
The congratulations begin almost immediately. Cups are raised again and again.
“To the General and Lady Xinyu. May the child be strong, wise, and bring endless prosperity!”
Xinyu inclines her head with perfect modesty, accepting each toast with a small smile. The women cluster around her, asking about cravings (none yet, but she jokes about sudden desires for Taiwanese mangoes), sharing remedies, laughing softly over old birthing tales. For this evening, at least, the household orbits her.
Your own conversations pull in a different direction. The merchant across from you leans in, voice low beneath the music of the pipa and erhu players in the corner.
“General, the new trade route from Tainan is open, but the pirate remnants still lurk near Penghu. If we could station another squadron-”
You nod, swirling wine in your cup.
“I’ve already drafted the request to Admiral Shi Lang. Two more junks with swivel guns should suffice. The Emperor wants steady rice flowing north before winter.”
The magistrate chimes in about tax exemptions for settlers willing to farm the interior. You listen, respond, commit details to memory. Politics and business weave through every sip and every bite.
Then the musicians shift tempo. A livelier melody rises. Strings get plucked in quick, playful runs. Nien sets her chopsticks down. Without a word she stands, smooth as water, and steps into the open space between tables. No one seems surprised. In households like yours, especially after a victory feast or good news, a concubine dancing is not unusual. It is entertainment, a display of grace, a way to honor the host. Nien moves as though the music has simply pulled her in.
Her peach silk flutters as she turns, arms lifting in slow arcs, wrists flicking like willow branches in wind. She spins once, twice. The hem rises just enough to show the delicate curve of her calves, then sinks low, one knee bending, head tilting back so her dark hair spills like ink. The lanterns catch every motion, turning her into flickering light and shadow.
You glance at her again and again. Her form is elegant and fluid, unmistakably inviting. The way her hips sway, the intended pause when she extends a hand toward the musicians as if offering herself to the melody…it is artful and practiced, but tonight it feels personal. Her eyes find yours once, twice, three times. Each meeting lasts only a heartbeat, yet in that look there is no coyness. It is direct. Hungry. A silent question.
You look away, toward Xinyu. She watches Nien with calm amusement, one hand resting lightly on her belly. Lady Wei says something. Xinyu laughs softly, then replies. There is no tightness in her shoulders, no flicker of irritation. The pregnancy has shifted something fundamental. Xinyu is no longer merely first among equals. She is the mother of the heir, the uncontested center. The three foreign concubines, beautiful as they are, suddenly seem less threatening. Almost decorative. The dance ends to polite applause. Nien returns to her seat, cheeks faintly flushed, breathing a little quicker. She does not look at you again, but you feel the weight of her earlier gaze lingering.
The evening stretches. More dishes arrive. lotus root stir-fried with pork, clear broth with fish maw, and more wine is poured. Guests begin to excuse themselves one by one. Lady Wei departs with effusive promises to send her best midwife. The merchants bow and leave with assurances of loyalty. The magistrate lingers longest, finishing a quiet discussion about harbor patrols.
Xinyu rises at last, graceful despite the hour.
“My lord, I will retire. The child demands rest.”
You stand and offer your arm. She takes it briefly, presses your hand once, then slips away toward her pavilion, maids trailing like shadows.
The hall empties slowly. Servants clear trays. Musicians pack their instruments. Only the last merchant remains, the one who spoke of pirates earlier. You walk him to the outer doors, sealing the final details of tomorrow’s orders. He bows deeply and then vanishes into the night.
Silence falls over your estate. You turn left toward the moon gate that leads to the inner garden. Halfway down the shadowed corridor, you round the corner.
Shuhua stands there. She leans against a red-lacquered pillar, arms folded loosely under her chest, the green silk of her robe catching the faint lantern light from the garden beyond. Her chin lifts when she sees you. She doesn’t say anything at first, but her face is in conflict with herself. A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of her lips, but her eyes are full of determination.
Shuhua straightens from the pillar as you approach, her arms unfolding slowly. The moon light catches the silver shell pendant at her throat, making it twinkle a little.
“My lord, I dislike seeing you walk these corridors alone at night. Must be tiring, carrying the weight of the household on your shoulders.”
You stop a few paces away.
“It’s a familiar burden.”
She tilts her head, studying you.
“The banquet was long. Everyone fawning over Lady Xinyu and her precious news. You barely touched your wine.”
“I had business to attend.”
A small laugh escapes her.
“Always business.”
She pushes off the pillar and takes one step closer.
“Did you like Nien’s dance at least? She moves like she’s trying to remind everyone she exists.”
You don’t answer immediately. Shuhua’s eyes narrow, pleased by your silence.
“She’s sweet.”
You say at last.
“Sweet.”
Shuhua echoes, rolling the word like it tastes sour.
“How boring. You must be starving for something with bite.”
The air between you thickens. She closes the last distance, stopping so close you can smell the faint jasmine oil she favors. Something she brought from the island, stubborn and defiant against the mainland scents of the estate.
“Walk with me.”
Not a question.
She turns without waiting, green silk whispering as she moves down the moonlit path toward her pavilion. You follow. The garden is quiet. Only the distant lap of waves against the harbor and the occasional rustle of leaves break the silence. At her door she pauses, glancing back over her shoulder.
“You’re still here. Good boy.”
You raise an eyebrow at her attitude, but it’s not unfamiliar anymore.
Inside, the room is smaller than Xinyu’s but brighter. The lanterns hang low, casting warm pools of light across silk screens painted with crashing waves and distant islands. A low bed dominates the center, piled with embroidered cushions and a thin quilt the color of young bamboo.
Shuhua doesn’t hesitate. She turns, places both hands flat on your chest, and shoves. You fall back onto the bed, the mattress yielding under your weight. Before you can sit up she’s on you, straddling your hips, knees bracketing your thighs. Her robe parts at the front just enough to show the smooth line of her collarbone and the dip of her breasts beneath thin silk.
“You didn’t look at me all evening. Every time Nien spun, your eyes were on her. But you’re mine now.”
Her breath is warm against your skin. You slide your hands up her thighs, feeling the heat of her through the fabric. She shivers once, then presses harder into your lap.
“Not slow tonight. Never slow with me. You know that.”
She starts with kisses. Quick, hungry ones across your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. Then she finds your neck. Her teeth graze just enough to sting before she sucks a mark there. Her hips roll in a slow, heavy grind, pressing her heat against the growing hardness beneath your robes. Your hands move higher, cupping the firm curve of her ass through the thin silk. The fabric is slippery, barely a barrier. You squeeze. She gasps softly against your throat, then bites down again, sharper this time.
“Good. Touch me like you mean it.”
One hand leaves your neck. She reaches between your bodies, deft fingers working the ties of your trousers open. Cool air hits your skin for only a second before her palm wraps around your cock.
“Look at you.”
She whispers, lips still at your ear, voice dropping lower.
“Already so hard for your bratty little island princess. You pretend to be so composed in that hall, but here? Here you’re just a man who wants to fuck me raw.”
She continues to stroke your cock with slow, teasing up-and-downs, then squeezes at the base.
“Say it.”
Her demand is soft, almost sweet.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me you’re going to ruin me tonight while your perfect wife sleeps with your heir safe inside her.”
Her hips rock forward again, grinding her clothed heat along your length. The friction is maddening. You grip her ass harder, pulling her down so she feels every inch of your dick pressing up against her. Shuhua laughs and leans in to kiss you properly this time, all teeth and hunger, no gentleness at all.
You flip her, rolling so Shuhua is suddenly beneath you. Her back hits the quilt with a soft thud. Her green silk robe fans out around her like a bed of grass, dark hair spilling across the embroidered cushions. She gasps once, surprised by your switch, then immediately tries to mask it with that familiar smirk. You brace yourself on one forearm beside her head, caging her in. Your free hand pins her wrists above her head.
“You’re being unusually annoying tonight.”
Shuhua blinks up at you, eyes wide and innocent for half a heartbeat before the mask cracks. She flutters her lashes.
“Me? Annyoing? I don’t know what you mean, my lord. I’m just… keeping you company after such a long day.”
You don’t smile. You don’t need to. You can see the calculation behind her wide-eyed act, the way her thighs shift restlessly beneath you. You don’t particularly care about the quiet tension that simmers between her and Xinyu. Petty jealousies, veiled barbs in the garden, the way the three concubines sometimes glance at your wife like she’s stolen something they never quite had. As long as they keep it away from you, let them claw at each other all they want. But tonight? Tonight she didn’t even give you the chance to choose whose pavilion you’d visit. She ambushed you in the corridor, dragged you here without a word of invitation or permission. You can put two and two together.
You lean closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“I don’t care what games you play with Xinyu. But when it comes to me? Be a good woman. Look pretty. Stay quiet.”
Shuhua’s breath hitches. Then she laughs, clearly defiant, the sound vibrating against your chest.
“Quiet?”
She whispers back.
“That’s no fun. That’s what Tzuyu does. You like it when I talk back. Admit it.”
You don’t answer with words. Instead, you shift your weight, turning her over so she’s on her stomach beneath you. She lets out a startled huff, palms pressing into the quilt as she tries to push up. You plant a hand between her shoulder blades, applying pressure. Your other hand finds the hem of her robe. You drag it up, bunching the silk at her waist until her lower half is completely bare to the lamplight. The curve of her ass, the smooth dip of her spine, the faint sheen of arousal already glistening between her thighs…it’s all exposed. You settle behind her, knees bracketing her hips. Your cock, still hard from her earlier teasing, nudges against her entrance. You lean down, chest pressing along her back, mouth at her ear again.
“The only thing you need to know tonight is how to take my cock.”
Shuhua opens her mouth, probably to fire off another bratty retort. But you don’t give her the chance. You push in with one steady thrust. She chokes on whatever words were coming, body arching sharply beneath you. A raw, broken sound escapes her - half moan, half gasp - as you sink deep, stretching her open in one go. Her walls clench wildly around your length, hot and slick and greedy despite her earlier bravado. You don’t pause. You pull back almost to the tip, then drive in again, harder this time, hips snapping forward. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the pavilion, louder than the distant waves outside. Shuhua’s fingers claw at the quilt. Her cheek presses into the cushion, mouth open, breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. Every thrust rocks her forward, every withdrawal drags a whimper from her throat. You keep the rhythm steady, just like she would if she were on top: deep, punishing, no gentleness. One hand slides up to grip her hip, holding her exactly where you want her. The other tangles in her hair so she can’t hide her face. She tries to speak again, but it dissolves into a moan when you angle your hips and hit that spot inside her that makes her whole body tremble. You lean down once more, lips grazing the nape of her neck.
“Quiet.”
You remind her.
“Pretty and quiet.”
She shudders beneath you, walls clenching hard around your cock. But she doesn’t talk back. At least not yet.
You keep the rhythm harsh, each thrust slamming deep, hips colliding with the soft curve of her ass in sharp, punishing slaps that echo through the small pavilion. The bed frame creaks under the force. The quilt bunches beneath her fists. Shuhua’s earlier pretense of quiet vanishes entirely. Instead, she moans. Loud, unrestrained, throatier than you’ve ever heard from her. The sounds spill out raw, carrying through the thin silk screens and into the garden beyond.
She wants the whole estate to hear. Every cry is pitched just right, high enough to pierce the night, drawn out enough to linger. It’s not pleasure alone, it’s performance. A declaration.
“This is me. This is who he’s choosing tonight. This could be the one who carries his next child.”
Your hand shoots forward, clamping over her mouth. Your palm seals tight against her lips, fingers pressing her cheek into the cushion.
“Quiet.”
Shuhua’s eyes flash. She doesn’t obey. Instead, she bites down hard enough to sting, teeth sinking into the meat of your palm. You hiss through your teeth but don’t pull away. She twists her head just enough to speak around your fingers, voice muffled but dripping with bratty triumph.
“Mmph-make me.”
She manages, the words fractured by another loud, broken moan as you drive in particularly deep.
That’s enough. You decide she doesn’t get to keep that smug little voice tonight. You pull your hand free only to slide it down, fingers wrapping around the slender column of her throat. Not choking…yet. Just firm enough to feel her pulse hammering against your palm. You give a light squeeze, then another, timing them with your thrusts. Each press makes her cough, short, startled gasps that cut off her moans mid-note. Her walls spasm around your cock in response, slick and clenching like she can’t decide whether to fight or surrender.
You pound harder. Relentless. No pause, no mercy. The wet slap of skin on skin grows louder and faster. Your hips snap forward with bruising force, burying yourself to the hilt every time, grinding against her cervix until her whole body jolts. Shuhua’s moans fracture completely, reduced to choked whimpers, then to breathless little ah-ah-ah sounds that can’t quite form words anymore. Her nails rake the quilt. Her back arches sharply, trying to take you deeper even as her lungs fight for air. You feel the heat coiling low in your gut, the telltale tightening. Your rhythm stutters for half a second as you chase the edge. Shuhua feels it too. Her body knows exactly what’s coming. She tries to speak again, voice wrecked and trembling, forcing innocence into the words even as her hips push back desperately against you.
“Please… fill me.”
She whispers, soft and sweet like she’s begging for a favor.
“Inside… please, my lord…”
You see straight through it. The wide eyes, the trembling lower lip, the way she clenches around you like she’s trying to milk you dry...She wants your seed. Wants the chance to swell like Xinyu, to claim the one thing your wife already has secured. After tonight’s attitude - the corridor ambush, the loud moans meant to taunt the entire household - you’re not in the mood to reward her.
No. When the pressure builds to breaking, you pull out quickly enough. Shuhua lets out a sharp, disappointed whine, cut short as you stroke yourself twice and spill across her ass. Thick ropes of cum paint her skin in hot streaks, dripping down the curve of her cheeks and pooling in the small of her back. She trembles beneath you, thighs shaking, breath ragged.
You release her throat. She coughs once, twice, then goes still.
For a long moment there’s only the sound of both of you breathing. Shuhua doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Her face is half-buried in the cushion, hair tangled, cheeks flushed dark. The disappointment is plain in the way her shoulders slump, the way her hips twitch once like she’s still hoping you’ll push back in. But she doesn’t dare say it. She doesn’t dare ask why you didn’t finish inside her. She just lies there - marked, used, unsatisfied - while the night outside stays quiet, as if the rest of the estate never heard a thing.
Eight days later, the morning sun filters softly through the carved wooden screens of the garden pavilion. The air carries the fresh scent of sea breeze mixed with jasmine from the nearby bushes. Servants move quietly, setting out steaming bowls of congee topped with pickled vegetables, fresh steamed buns, salted fish, and fragrant tea brewed with Taiwanese herbs. Xinyu is absent this morning. A maid quietly mentioned that the lady woke with mild nausea and chose to rest in her chambers. No one questions it. Pregnancy has its demands.
You sit at the head of the low table. To your right, in their usual order: Tzuyu closest, then Shuhua, then Nien. All three wear light morning robes.
The conversation flows easily, as it always does at these meals. Nien chatters about a new shipment of mangoes that arrived from the island yesterday.
“They’re so sweet this season, my lord. Much better than the ones we get here in Xiamen.”
Shuhua laughs and teases her gently.
“You say that every time a ship docks. One would think you’ve never tasted mainland fruit before.”
Tzuyu adds a soft comment about the weather and how the garden lotus flowers are beginning to bloom. She serves you a perfectly steamed bun with her usual grace, placing it on your plate without drawing attention to herself.
You eat steadily, nodding at their words, but your mind keeps drifting back to last night.
Tzuyu’s pavilion. The way her long legs wrapped around you, her quiet gasps turning into soft cries as you filled her twice. Two creampies that left her belly slightly swollen with your seed by the time you left her bed. The memory is still vivid: her elegant face flushed, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, whispering your title like a prayer while her body trembled around you.
You glance at her now. Tzuyu catches your eye for a brief moment, a faint blush coloring her cheeks before she looks down at her bowl. You wonder silently what would happen if Xinyu gives birth to a daughter… while Tzuyu, after last night, carries your son. The first male heir coming from one of the Taiwanese concubines instead of the principal wife. The shift in power, the whispers among the servants, the way the household balance would tilt…You picture Xinyu’s face. That carefully controlled expression cracking into agitation and quiet fury. The drama that would ripple through the inner quarters, the three girls suddenly competing even harder. The thought amuses you. A low chuckle escapes your lips before you can stop it.
At that exact moment, Shuhua is in the middle of telling a light, exaggerated story about one of the kitchen maids mistaking a crab for a sea monster during yesterday’s market trip. Her delivery is sharp and funny, the timing perfect. Everyone at the table turns toward you, assuming your laugh was for Shuhua’s tale.
Nien giggles.
“See? Even the General finds it amusing!”
Tzuyu smiles softly, though her eyes flicker with a hint of curiosity. Shuhua’s back straightens instantly. Her shoulders square with visible triumph, a small, satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. She usually doesn’t get open favor when all three of you are together. You keep things balanced to prevent open jealousy. But this morning, that chuckle lands squarely on her. She sits a little taller, her emerald robe shifting as she leans forward just enough to emphasize her figure.
“Thank you, my lord. I’m glad my silly story could brighten the morning.”
You don’t correct them. Instead, you take another sip of tea. Shuhua’s eyes sparkle with quiet victory, while Tzuyu lowers her gaze again, fingers tightening slightly around her chopsticks. Nien watches the exchange with open curiosity, popping a piece of fruit into her mouth. Conversation picks up once more around the table. You glance at Tzuyu one more time. She meets your eyes again, before looking away. The breakfast continues with the gentle clinking of porcelain. Nien is now telling a lively story about a mischievous monkey she once saw near the harbor in Tainan as a child, while Shuhua occasionally interjects with teasing remarks. Tzuyu eats quietly.
You set down your chopsticks and reach for the tray of letters next to you which is holding several folded papers sealed with wax or tied with silk threads. You take the tray and begin sorting through them one by one while the girls continue eating and talking around you. The first is a routine report from one of your merchants in Fuzhou: dull matters of silk prices and shipping delays. You scan it quickly and set it aside. The second is a polite note from the local magistrate, thanking you for the recent favor regarding harbor patrols. Nothing urgent. You unfold the third letter. The paper is fine, the handwriting elegant and careful. The seal belongs to a respected Han family from the Tainan region. Tzuyu’s parents, a merchant-official clan that had aligned itself with the Qing after the conquest. They address you with the proper respect due to a victorious general.
“Honored General,
We are overjoyed to hear of the great blessing that has been granted to your household - a child on the way. May Heaven continue to smile upon you and grant your line strength and prosperity for generations.”
“News travels fast.”
You murmur with an amused scoff. The three concubines glance up at you almost simultaneously. Tzuyu’s chopsticks pause mid-air. She must recognize her family’s seal Shuhua’s eyes narrow with interest. Nien tilts her head.
You continue reading. The tone shifts from polite congratulations to something more direct, as expected from ambitious parents who see their daughter as a bridge to greater favor.
“We humbly pray that you will also bestow the same blessing upon our daughter Tzuyu. She is dutiful, graceful, and eager to serve you fully. A son from her would bring even greater glory to your household and secure the bonds between our families. We entrust her completely to your wisdom and care.”
You lower the letter. Your eyes lift and meet Tzuyu’s across the table. She is watching you now, a faint flush creeping up her neck, probably able to guess what the letter of her parents includes. You remember last night vividly: the way she clung to you, the two thick loads you pumped deep inside her, her quiet moans as her body accepted every drop. The thought flickers through your mind again: what if Xinyu bears only a daughter… while Tzuyu is already carrying your son from last night? The potential drama makes the corner of your mouth twitch.
You set the letter down without further comment and pick up the fourth one. This one carries the official seal of Admiral Shi Lang’s command. The handwriting is brisk. You unfold it and scan the contents. It is an order.
“General,
Pirate remnants loyal to the old Zheng cause have grown bold again near Penghu and the southern Taiwan coast. They have raided three merchant junks in the past month and threaten the new settlement routes. You are commanded to take your squadron of ships and two hundred Green Standard troops to suppress these bandits. Depart within ten days. Stabilize the sea lanes and ensure safe passage for imperial trade.”
You read the key lines in silence, then fold the letter neatly and place it on the tray. You take another sip of tea, mind already turning to preparations. Ships to ready, troops to muster, supplies to organize. A campaign of several weeks, perhaps two or three months if the pirates prove slippery.
The morning sun climbs higher as breakfast ends. You leave the garden pavilion with the weight of the military order already pressing on your mind. Preparations for the campaign will take most of your upcoming days.
A few hours later, in a shaded pavilion overlooking the lotus pond, Xinyu sits across from Lady Wei, the wife of the coastal garrison commander who had attended the dinner the night she announced her pregnancy. They play a quiet game of Weiqi on a low rosewood board. Xinyu moves a white stone with elegant precision.
“Your defense is as sharp as ever, Lady Wei.”
The older woman chuckles, placing a black stone to surround a small group.
“One must stay vigilant, especially when new life is growing. How are you feeling this morning? The nausea has passed?”
“A little better. The physician says it is normal in the early months.”
Lady Wei nods knowingly, then adds with a light smile:
“A strong son will make all the discomfort worthwhile. The household will feel more secure once the heir is born.”
Xinyu’s fingers pause over the next stone. The word “son” lingers in the air. She had said the same thing to you many times. She is certain it is a boy. Yet the comment makes her think. She knows you have been spending your nights with the three Taiwanese concubines ever since the pregnancy was confirmed. It is expected, of course. A man of your status cannot be left wanting, and she herself had told you to seek siblings for the child. Still, the reality stings more than she cares to admit. Every morning she notices the faint marks on your neck, the way the girls glance at you with fresh satisfaction. What if one of them is already carrying? What if she gives you only a daughter while one of those island girls produces a son? Her position as principal wife is secure in name, but influence in the household is something else entirely. As the game continues, Xinyu turns the stones over in her mind. She should actively support one of the concubines in front of you. Better to guide the choice than let the competition spiral out of control. Tzuyu is quiet and reserved, but Xinyu suspects it might be a clever front. The girl could be far more calculating than she appears. Shuhua is too wild, too unpredictable. Her sharp tongue and bold nature would make her dangerous if she gained real power. Nien, though… Nien seems the safest. Cute, playful, loveable. She doesn’t scheme openly for status or influence. She simply enjoys attention and seems content with whatever affection she receives. A son from Nien would be easy to manage.
Just as Xinyu settles on that thought, she glances toward the main path and sees you walking toward the outer gates, already dressed for the day’s duties. Dark robe with a military sash, boots ready for the harbor. She excuses herself gracefully.
“Please continue without me for a moment, Lady Wei. I must speak with my husband before he leaves.”
Xinyu rises and walks over to you with slow steps, her crimson robe flowing around her still modest belly. You stop when you see her.
“Xinyu. Are you feeling better this morning?”
She smiles softly, placing a hand lightly over her abdomen.
“Much better, my lord. The boy is behaving himself today.”
You nod, eyes flicking to her hand.
“Good. Take care of yourself…and him.”
Xinyu hesitates only a moment, then speaks with careful subtlety.
“The girls have been attentive lately. Especially Nien. She has such a gentle, cheerful way about her. It brightens the household.”
You acknowledge the comment with a small hum, already thinking about the campaign preparations. Xinyu continues, making it a touch more obvious.
“She would make a fine companion for your nights while I rest. Playful and easy to please. I think you would enjoy her company more often.”
You raise an eyebrow, finally catching the suggestion.
“Nien?”
Xinyu meets your gaze.
“Yes. She seems the least likely to cause unnecessary trouble. A good choice for now.”
You study her for a beat, then nod once.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
She smiles again, satisfied that the seed has been planted.
“Go safely with your preparations today. The household will be waiting for your return.”
You bid her farewell and continue toward the gates. Once you are out of sight, Xinyu stands still for a moment, then turns to a waiting maid. She knows your weaknesses well. You can be firm with troops and merchants, but when it comes to the four women in your life, you sometimes let things flow too easily without seeing the undercurrents.
“Call for Nien. Tell her I have a small errand for her in the Xiamen market. She should fetch some fresh Taiwanese mangoes and herbs for my tea. Make sure she leaves soon.”
The maid bows and hurries off.
The midday sun beats down on the bustling Xiamen docks, turning the sea into a glittering expanse of blue. You stand on the raised deck of one of your junks, overseeing the final preparations for the upcoming campaign. Sailors and soldiers swarm the ships, loading barrels of fresh water, crates of dried provisions, bundles of arrows, and extra matchlock muskets. Officers shout orders while carpenters hammer reinforcements onto the hulls. The air smells of salt, tar, fish, and sweat.
You gesture to one of your lieutenants, pointing at a list on a bamboo scroll.
“Double the rice stores. We may be out for two months if the pirates scatter into the smaller islands.”
While the man nods and hurries off, your eyes drift across the crowded waterfront market that sprawls along the docks. Merchants hawk goods straight from newly arrived ships: bolts of silk, crates of tea, Taiwanese fruits, and baskets of wriggling seafood. Fishermen call out their morning catches, their voices blending into the lively chaos.
Then you spot her. Nien moves through the crowd with a small group of maids trailing behind. She wears a simple but pretty peach-colored robe suitable for an outing with subtle floral embroidery that catches the sunlight. Her dark hair is loosely pinned with a few fresh flowers, and her face glows with genuine delight as she examines a stand piled high with ripe mangoes and exotic herbs. She laughs at something one of the maids says, her smile bright and carefree, completely at ease in the noisy market.
You watch her for a moment from your higher vantage point. She looks beautiful, youthful, playful, radiating that innocent charm that always seems to lighten the mood. For a few heartbeats you simply enjoy the sight, the way she tilts her head, the gentle sway of her robe as she reaches for a piece of fruit. Then you remember Xinyu’s words from earlier.
“…Nien. She seems the least likely to cause unnecessary trouble. A good choice for now.”
You hesitate, fingers tightening around the railing. It is broad daylight. You are in the middle of important preparations. Usually, you do not ask for such things so directly, especially not outside the privacy of the estate. And Nien… she is always so bright and cheerful, almost too pure for the kind of raw hunger stirring in you right now. Taking her in some semi-private corner of the market feels almost sinful. Like treating her like a common dockside whore instead of one of your cherished concubines. But the order to depart in ten days hangs over you. The campaign will keep you away for weeks, maybe months. And Xinyu herself planted the suggestion.
You descend the gangplank and stride into the crowded market, your military sash and commanding presence causing people to part instinctively. Merchants bow quickly as you pass. Your eyes stay fixed on Nien. She is standing at a merchant’s stall, happily bargaining over a bundle of fresh Taiwanese herbs when you approach from behind. One of her maids notices you first and quickly bows. Nien turns, and her face lights up with a bright, surprised smile.
“My lord! A wonderful coincidence!”
You nod, suddenly unsure how to steer the conversation. The usual elegance of the inner quarters feels far away in this noisy, public place. Nien tilts her head, still smiling that sunny, innocent smile.
“The mangoes are especially sweet today. Would you like me to pick some for the journey?”
You look at her. At the way her eyes sparkle, the soft curve of her lips, the way her robe clings lightly to her figure in the sea breeze. Xinyu’s suggestion echoes again in your ear. For a moment the contrast hits you hard. She looks so cheerful and lovable standing here among the common people. It almost feels wrong to pull her away for something so base in the middle of the day.
Yet the hunger wins. You step closer, voice dropping so only she can hear.
“Nien… come with me for a moment.”
She blinks, still smiling, though a flicker of curiosity enters her eyes.
“Of course, my lord. Where to?”
You glance around quickly. The market is crowded, but you know this waterfront well. There is a large merchant warehouse belonging to one of your loyal suppliers just a short walk away. The upper floor has private rooms used for business negotiations, and the owner would never dare question your presence.
You gesture subtly in that direction.
“Follow me. Quietly.”
Nien hands the bundle of herbs to one of her maids with a quick instruction to continue shopping, then falls into step beside you. As you lead her through the crowd toward the warehouse, the sinful contrast lingers in your mind. She chatters lightly about the market finds, completely unaware of what you have in mind, while you feel the growing heat of anticipation. The warehouse door looms ahead. A quick word to the guard at the entrance, and he bows, clearing the way without a single question. The heavy warehouse door slides shut behind you with a solid thud, cutting off the noisy clamor of the market and the sharp smell of fish and salt air. In the sudden quiet, the only thing left is Nien. Her soft, feminine scent hits you immediately. Warm skin, faint jasmine from her hair, and that sweet, light perfume she always wears, mixed with the faint tropical sweetness of the mangoes she had been handling. It floods your senses and triggers a rush of memories. Her giggles in the dark, the way her body arches so willingly beneath you, the soft little sounds she makes when you’re gentle with her.
Your lust surges hard and fast, climbing with every step you take deeper into the dim corridor. You never make it to the private room upstairs. Two steps in, you lightly shove her against a tall stack of wooden crates and barrels. Nien’s back meets the wood with a soft gasp. Her eyes widen in surprise. The playful sparkle is replaced by genuine shock.
“My lord…?”
She stutters, voice small.
“Are you alright?”
You don’t answer with words at first. Your mouth is already on her neck, lips pressing hot against that sensitive spot just below her ear. The one you know makes her knees weak. You kiss, then suck gently, tasting her skin. Nien melts instantly. A shaky breath escapes her. Her hands come up to clutch at your robe, but she still tries to hold onto some dignity.
“W-wait… my lord.”
She whispers, voice trembling even as her head tilts to give you better access.
“Shouldn’t we… go somewhere more private? My chambers… or at least upstairs…”
“I can’t wait another second.”
One hand already roams over her body through the thin peach silk. You cup her breast, squeeze her waist, slide down to grip her hip.
“I’m sorry, Nien. I hate doing this to you like this… like you’re some commoner’s whore in the middle of the docks.”
Nien gasps sharply at your words, her body shivering against yours. Then, to your surprise, a tiny, cute laugh bubbles out of her. Nervous but genuine. She pulls back just enough to look up at you, cheeks flushed pink.
“Do you… want me to act the part?”
You blink, stepping back half a pace in surprise. Nien lets out another soft laugh, shy but playful, covering her mouth with her fingers for a moment.
“I love how careful and loving you always are with me.”
She admits quietly.
“It makes me feel special. But… whenever I hear Shuhua moaning so loudly through the estate, or when I walk past Xinyu’s chambers and hear her begging for more… I can’t help but wonder how it feels to be treated rough sometimes.”
You stare at her, caught off guard by the confession.
“I only treat you this way because of how you look and act. You’re always so cheerful and loving… like a beautiful flower that should be handled gently. Shuhua is just exaggerating when she-”
Nien shakes her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
“You really don’t believe the three of us talk about these things? Shuhua brags about it all the time.”
She closes the small distance you created, stepping right up to you again. Her small hands reach down and slowly start undoing the ties of your pants, fingers deft and steady despite the blush on her cheeks.
“You can treat me however you want, my lord. Even if that means I’m just an object for you to release your lust into. I’d… appreciate being treated like that from time to time as well.”
Her fingers finish loosening your pants and slip inside, wrapping gently around your already hard cock. The innocent, cheerful Nien is still there in her bright smile, but now there’s a new spark of curiosity and desire in her gaze. A quiet invitation to be rougher, dirtier, to use her the way you use Shuhua.
“So… what will you do with me, my lord?”
She asks sweetly, almost innocently, while her hand works your length.
“Here, against the crates… like I’m just your little dockside toy?”
The contrast between her cute voice and the filthy offer makes your blood burn even hotter. Your hands tighten on her waist, the raw need from moments ago now completely unleashed. You spin Nien around without warning and shove her forward against the stack of wooden crates. You’re careful not to be too rough at first, just enough force to pin her in place, her palms flattening against the rough wood as she braces herself. Nien lets out a sharp little gasp, her body jolting. A moment later she pushes her ass back against you instinctively, grinding softly, silently asking for more. Your hands roam over her body from behind, sliding up her waist, cupping her breasts through the thin peach silk, then moving down to grip her hips again.
She tries to speak. Her voice is a little awkward as she attempts something filthy.
“I… I’m your little… dockside toy now.”
She stammers a little, the words sounding almost cute despite her effort.
“Use me… however you want…”
You can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips.
“You don’t have to try so hard.”
You murmur against her ear, one hand already pushing her robe up. You bunch the silk around her waist until her lower body is completely exposed. Nien whimpers softly.
“I’m sorry… I’ll learn. I want to pleasure you as good as I can. I really do.”
You line yourself up and push into her in one thrust. Her pussy is soaked. She’s hot, slick, and surprisingly tight around your cock. Nien moans immediately, a sweet, surprised sound that echoes softly in the dim corridor.
“Oh… my lord…”
She pushes back against you again. You start fucking her from behind, slow and deep at first, letting her adjust. But the hunger from earlier is too strong. You gradually lean into it, picking up speed, pounding harder with each thrust. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the narrow space between the crates. Nien does her best to keep up. Her hands grip the edge of the crate stack tightly, knuckles whitening. She’s never taken you this roughly before, and it shows. Her body trembles as she tries to get used to the intensity. Still, she keeps trying to talk, her voice breaking with every hard snap of your hips.
“You… ah!… you feel so big like this…H-hurry… before anyone sees us…”
There’s no real worry in her tone. If anything, the idea of getting caught seems to excite her. Her pussy clenches tighter around you with every teasing word, and her moans grow a little louder, a little sweeter. You grip her hips harder and thrust deeper, the pace turning rougher. Nien’s legs shake. She bites her lip, trying to stifle another moan, but it slips out anyway.
“I… I can take it…Please… don’t hold back… I want to be good for you…”
Her walls spasm around your cock as you pound into her, the contrast between her usual bright, cheerful self and the way she’s bent over crates in a warehouse only making you fuck her harder. Nien’s breathing turns ragged. She’s clearly still adjusting to the rough treatment, but she’s doing everything she can to please you, pushing her ass back to meet your thrusts, moaning softly with every deep stroke, even trying to keep up her awkward dirty talk between gasps.
You grip Nien harder and start fucking her with real roughness. Your hips snap forward with sharp, punishing thrusts, driving deep into her soaked pussy again and again. The wooden crates creak under the force. One of your hands slides up her back, tangles roughly in her dark hair, and tugs her head back. Several of the pretty flowers she had pinned in earlier tumble to the dusty floor.
“Ahh-!”
A loud, broken moan rips out of her, much louder than before. Her body jolts with every hard thrust, but instead of tensing up, she starts pushing back to meet you, her hips rolling greedily. The awkwardness from moments ago has completely vanished. Now her words spill out naturally, filthy and eager, each one making your cock throb harder inside her.
“Yes-! Fuck me harder, my lord…! Use your little dockside whore… I don’t care if someone walks in right now-I’ll still take every inch of your cock!”
You pound into her faster, the wet sounds of her pussy echoing in the narrow corridor. Nien keeps going, her voice growing bolder with every thrust.
“Take my sweetness away… ruin me…! Fuck the cheerfulness out of your cute little flower… Make me your dirty toy every single day… Please-use me like this whenever you want… I’ll spread my legs for you anywhere!”
You’re genuinely surprised by how loud she’s getting…and how much she’s talking. Shuhua has always been the loudest by far while Tzuyu is the quietest, usually only soft gasps and whispered pleas. Xinyu and Nien normally fall somewhere in the middle, depending on their mood. But right now? Nien has clearly surpassed Xinyu. Her moans are high, sweet, and shameless, filling the warehouse corridor without restraint. If she keeps this up, she might even challenge Shuhua for the top spot. The thought sends another surge of heat through you. You yank her hair a little harder, slamming into her with deep strokes. Nien’s legs shake violently, but she doesn’t try to quiet down. Instead, she cries out even louder.
“Harder-! Please, my lord… I can take it… I want you to break me… Fill me up right here where anyone could see… I don’t care-just use me!”
Her pussy clenches rhythmically around your cock, slick and hot, clearly loving the rough treatment. Every dirty word that leaves her mouth turns you on more, the contrast between her usual bright, innocent personality and the filthy things she’s begging for right now driving you wild. Nien’s voice cracks into another loud moan as you pound her without mercy.
“Do you like hearing your sweet Nien talk like this…? I’ll be louder for you… I’ll scream if you want… Just don’t stop-!”
You can feel her getting closer, her walls clenching around you with every rough thrust. Her cheerful, lovable demeanor has cracked wide open, revealing a hungry, surprisingly vocal side you never expected. She’s still pushing back against you desperately, flowers scattered on the floor around her feet, robe bunched uselessly at her waist, moaning and babbling dirty promises without any shame left.
But the rough pace suddenly changes the moment Nien reaches her peak. Her walls clamp down hard around your cock, fluttering and pulsing in strong, irregular waves. A loud, trembling moan tears from her throat. Then it softens, breaking apart into the familiar sweet sighs and delicate gasps you’re used to hearing from her.
“Ah… ahh… my lord…”
She whimpers, voice turning small and breathy again. For a few heartbeats she sounds exactly like the same old Nien - cute, sweet, almost innocent - as if the filthy words from moments ago had never left her lips. Your body reacts on instinct. You slow down immediately, thrusts turning gentler, almost protective. Something inside you refuses to keep pounding such a sweet, soft girl against dirty crates in a random warehouse. Your hips roll slowly, carefully, letting her ride out the aftershocks while you stay buried deep inside her.
Nien’s breathing gradually steadies. Her head rests against the wooden crate, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Then, to your surprise, her soft voice returns. Still gentle, still sweet, but now carrying a new, shy request.
“…Please… give me your cum. I want it inside… Fill me up, my lord…”
You blink, caught off guard. Nien has never asked for your seed like this before. The words sound almost too filthy coming from her usual bright, cheerful tone. You wonder if she picked that up from listening to Shuhua’s loud bragging sessions through the walls. You aren’t pounding her anymore, just slow, gentle thrusts, keeping her full while you process the contrast. Her innocent voice begging for something so dirty makes your head spin even harder than the rough fucking did.
“I want to feel it… deep inside me… Please cum for me…”
That sweet, lovable tone combined with her filthy plea finally pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm hits hard. You groan low against her neck and spill deep into her waiting pussy, thick ropes of cum flooding her warmth. Nien gasps and moans sweetly as she feels every pulse, her walls shaking again around you as if trying to milk out every drop.
“Thank you…Thank you for using me…”
Your lust slowly drains away, leaving your body heavy. You slump forward slightly, pressing her gently between your chest and the stack of crates. She’s trapped there, unable to move, your cock still buried inside her cum-filled cunt as it slowly softens.
For a long moment neither of you speaks. Then Nien lets out a shy little laugh.
“I… I enjoyed that very much. I don’t want to ask you to be so rough with me all the time… but whenever you’re in the mood for it… you can have me like this. Anytime.”
You lean down and press a soft kiss to her naked shoulder. The robe had slipped down earlier when you were tugging at it. Her skin is warm and slightly damp with sweat. Your eyes drift to the floor. A few scattered flowers lie among the dust. You make a mental note to buy her new ones on the way back to the estate later today. Her favorites.
You stay locked together like that for a while longer, your body shielding hers, cock still nestled inside her. Then Nien’s usual bright energy slowly returns. Even with you still buried deep inside her, her mind seems to drift far away from sex. She starts chattering again in that cheerful, playful voice you know so well.
“After you come back from your duties today… do you think we could play a game together? Maybe Weiqi in the garden pavilion? Or that new card game the merchants brought from the south? I’ve been practicing!”
You can tell she’s genuinely excited. Not about more sex, but simply about spending time with you. Her tone is light and happy, as if the intense moment against the crates had already become a fond memory rather than the main focus. You smile against her shoulder.
“I’ll make sure I have some time before dinner.”
Nien lets out a delighted little hum, her body relaxing even more against you.
A month has passed. The campaign against the pirate remnants has been grueling. Weeks of chasing shadows across the Taiwan Strait, stormy seas, and tense night raids on hidden coves near Penghu. Your squadron has sunk three pirate junks and scattered the rest, but the work is far from over.
Three days ago, while your ships were resupplying at a small harbor on the western coast of Taiwan, a messenger arrived from Nien’s family. Somehow, they had learned of your presence and extended a formal invitation. You and a small retinue were welcome to stay at their modest but respectable estate near Tainan for the remainder of the campaign. It would give your men safer anchorage and better provisions while you coordinated with local Qing officials. You hesitated for several reasons. Staying with the family of one of your concubines carried political weight. It could be seen as favoritism. It might also encourage the very competition you preferred to keep balanced. But refusing the offer outright would have been a grave insult to a family that had already lost much influence after the conquest. So, you accepted with measured gratitude.
Now you stand in the guest quarters of their estate, quickly cleaning yourself after another long week at sea. Servants bring fresh hot water and clean robes. You wash the salt from your skin, change into a simple but dignified dark silk robe, and make your way to the main hall for dinner. The hall is warmly lit with lanterns and candles. A long lacquered table is set with an impressive spread of fresh seafood, braised pork, fragrant rice, pickled vegetables, and delicate soups. Nien’s father, a scholarly looking man in his late forties named Master Lin, rises to greet you with a deep, respectful bow. His wife, Madam Lin, stands beside him, elegant in a muted green robe, her expression warm.
“General.”
Master Lin gestures for you to take the seat of honor.
“We are deeply honored by your presence. Please, make yourself comfortable. This humble home is yours for as long as you need it.”
You bow slightly in return and take your seat.
“I must thank you again for your generous hospitality. Your offer has made the campaign far more bearable. My men and I are grateful.”
Master Lin is tactful and measured as the meal begins. He speaks of the weather, the recent trade routes, and the stability the Qing has brought to the region. He never directly mentions Nien or any expectations. Yet you can read between the lines. This invitation is strategic. By hosting you, he strengthens his family’s ties to a powerful general and hopes his daughter will rise in your household. Still, he remains polite and respectful.
His wife is different. Madam Lin smiles sweetly as she serves you a choice piece of fish.
“Our Nien has always been such a bright and loving child.”
Her eyes flicker toward you.
“She brings such joy wherever she goes. We pray every day that she continues to bring that same joy… and perhaps even greater blessings… to your esteemed household.”
The hint is gentle but unmistakable. She doesn’t say the words “get her pregnant,” but the meaning is clear. They hope Nien will soon follow Xinyu’s example and give you another child…ideally a son.
You nod politely, murmuring thanks, but inside you feel the weight of the conversation. Eating with Nien’s parents is proving almost as exhausting as fighting pirates. Every smile, every carefully worded comment feels like navigating hidden reefs. As Madam Lin continues praising Nien’s sweetness, her gentle nature, and her “pure heart,” your mind drifts unavoidably to memories that make you feel strangely guilty. The warehouse a month ago. Nien bent over those crates, moaning filthily while you fucked her raw in broad daylight. The way she begged you to ruin her sweetness, to use her like a toy. The flowers scattered on the dirty floor.
And then the night just two days before your departure from Xiamen…You had gone to her chambers expecting another gentle, sweet night. At first it was exactly that - soft kisses, her bright laughter, her body warm and welcoming beneath you. But then, to your surprise, Nien had gently pushed you onto your back. For the first time ever, she climbed on top of you, straddled your hips, and slowly sank down onto your cock. She rode you with shy determination, her small hands on your chest, her hair falling around her face as she moved. Her moans had been softer than in the warehouse, but there was a new hunger in her eyes. She had whispered things she had never said before, asking if she was pleasing you, if you liked the way she took control for once. You can still picture the way her breasts bounced gently with each roll of her hips, the cute, concentrated expression on her face as she tried to ride you to completion.
Now, sitting here at her parents’ table while her mother praises that same “sweet, innocent” daughter, the contrast hits you hard. You feel almost like you’ve corrupted something pure. The cheerful, lovable Nien who chatters about games and flowers is the same girl who begged you to treat her like a dockside whore and then sweetly asked for your cum while riding you.
Madam Lin’s voice pulls you back.
“…and we are certain that with your guidance, our daughter will continue to grow and flourish in every way.”
You raise your cup in a polite toast, hiding your thoughts behind a calm expression.
The dinner continues. The food is excellent, but the conversation is a careful dance. Master Lin steers topics toward safer waters like local governance, the pirate situation, and your recent victories. Madam Lin occasionally slips in another gentle hint about family, legacy, and the blessings of many children. You eat and respond with politeness, all while vivid memories of Nien, both the innocent and the surprisingly eager versions, linger at the edge of your mind.
Your ships slipped into Xiamen harbor just before midnight, the sails heavy with salt and victory. It took nearly two more hours to organize the docking, unloading wounded men, securing captured pirate banners and weapons, assigning guards, and sending preliminary reports to Admiral Shi Lang. By the time you finally mounted your horse and rode toward the estate, the moon was high and the streets of Xiamen were quiet.
As you approach the main gates, you notice something unusual. Despite the late hour, lanterns are lit along every path and courtyard. Warm golden light spills from windows and pavilions. The entire estate is awake. The moment the heavy gates swing open and you step into the main courtyard, you are greeted exactly as expected. Nearly the entire household has gathered. Servants line the sides holding lanterns. Your steward stands at the front with a deep bow. And in the center, waiting for you, are the four women who rule your inner world.
Xinyu stands slightly ahead of the others, her crimson robe flowing around her noticeably larger belly. Three months have transformed her. The gentle curve has become a full, rounded swell that she carries with quiet pride. Her hair is neatly pinned, and though fatigue shadows her eyes, she holds herself with the dignity of the principal wife. Behind her stand the three concubines in a neat row. Tzuyu on the left, elegant in pale blue silk, posture perfect as always. Shuhua in the middle, vibrant green robes hugging her figure, a small smirk already playing on her lips. Nien on the right, soft peach silk glowing in the lantern light, her bright smile lighting up her face the moment she sees you.
As one, they all bow deeply.
“Welcome home, General.”
Xinyu says first.
“Welcome home, my lord.”
The three concubines echo, their voices blending together.
You return the greeting with a nod.
“It is good to be back.”
You step closer to Xinyu, eyes dropping instinctively to her swollen belly. You reach out and gently touch her arm.
“Are you doing alright? You shouldn’t have stayed up so late or woken the entire household just to welcome me. You need rest, especially now.”
Xinyu meets your gaze. There is clear love in her eyes, soft and genuine, even beneath the exhaustion.
“It is my duty as your wife.”
She replies simply.
“And… I wanted to see you return safely.”
You nod, then turn to address everyone.
“Go back to sleep. All of you. The night is late and tomorrow will be busy enough.”
The servants and steward immediately begin to scatter with bows and quiet murmurs of:
“Yes, General.”
Xinyu starts to turn with you as you guide her gently toward her chambers, one hand resting lightly at the small of her back to support her. Before you’ve taken more than a few steps, Xinyu pauses and glances back at the retreating maids.
“Prepare some warm food for the General. Light congee, steamed buns, and tea. Bring it to my chambers.”
The maids bow and hurry off to obey.
The three concubines remain standing for a moment longer, watching as you lead Xinyu away. You can feel their eyes on your back. None of them speak, but the air is thick with unspoken anticipation. They know you have just returned after three long months. They know the nights ahead will be filled with competition once again.
You continue walking with Xinyu, the lanterns along the path lighting your way toward her pavilion. Her steps are slower now, weighted by the growing child inside her. She leans into your touch, the love in her eyes still visible even in the dim light.
You reach the entrance to Xinyu’s chambers. The heavy silk curtains sway gently in the night breeze. Xinyu looks up at you, one hand resting protectively over her rounded belly.
“Will you stay with me tonight, my lord?”
She asks softly, though she already knows the answer may not be simple. You look down at your salt stained robes and travel worn appearance, then gently shake your head.
“I do not dare enter your halls in this state. I smell of the sea and weeks of campaign. Let me bathe first. I promise I will return afterward.”
Xinyu studies you for a moment, then a small, teasing smile curves her lips.
“Very well, my lord. But do not take too long. A wife can only be patient for so long… especially when her husband has been away for three months.”
You give her a nod and a faint smile before turning toward the private bathing courtyard.
The bathing pool is one of the few luxuries you allow yourself. Set in a secluded corner of the inner garden, surrounded by high screens and flowering jasmine vines, it is fed by heated water carried in by servants. Lanterns hang from the wooden beams overhead, casting a warm, golden glow over the rippling surface.
You sink into the pool with a low sigh of relief. The water feels impossibly soft and clean compared to the harsh, salty waves you have lived in for months. Heat seeps into your tired muscles as you lean back against the smooth stone edge, closing your eyes for a moment. The night is quiet except for the gentle lap of water and the distant chirping of insects.
Then, from the corner of your eye, you catch a shadow moving near the edge of the lantern light. Your body reacts instantly. Your hand shoots out toward the knife you had placed beside your folded clothes on the low bench behind you.
Before your fingers can close around the hilt, the shadow steps fully into the light.
It is Tzuyu.
She stands at the edge of the pool, wearing a simple but elegant white inner robe that clings lightly to her figure. Her long hair is loosely tied, a few strands framing her face. She looks slightly more confident than usual. Shoulders straighter, chin lifted just a fraction higher. The change is subtle, but you notice it immediately.
You relax your hand and let it fall back into the water.
Tzuyu has always been quiet and reserved, but right now you cannot help wondering if she has schemed something while you were away. The letter from her parents three months ago still lingers in your memory. The polite but clear urging to get their daughter pregnant. If Tzuyu takes after them at all, she might be here with similar intentions. Yet, just like Xinyu, you can never quite tell with her. Is this quiet confidence a calculated move, or simply her natural grace?
She hesitates at the edge of the pool, fingers lightly twisting the sash of her robe. You watch her in silence, already expecting what is coming. Tzuyu finally meets your gaze.
“My lord… would you allow me the honor of your company?”
She takes one graceful step closer.
“After all, a man of your status should not have to wash himself alone.”
She stands there, waiting, the lantern light casting a gentle glow on her skin and making her eyes shine with quiet expectation. You lean back against the smooth stone edge of the pool, the warm water lapping gently at your chest.
“You don’t have to be so formal when we’re alone, Tzuyu.”
Tzuyu lowers her gaze for a moment, a faint blush touching her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, my lord.”
Then, after a small pause, she adds, almost shyly:
“Since we are alone… it should be fine if I join you in the water.”
You don’t answer right away. You simply watch her. Tzuyu takes your silence as invitation. She reaches for the sash of her white inner robe. With slow, teasing movements she unties it, letting the fabric part. Your breath catches as she begins to undress right there on the other side of the pool. The robe slides off her shoulders first, revealing the elegant line of her collarbones and the gentle swell of her breasts. She continues, letting the silk glide down her body like water, exposing the smooth curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and the long, graceful length of her legs. Finally, the robe pools at her feet, leaving her completely naked.
You have never seen Tzuyu like this before. Fully bare, standing at a distance where you can take in every inch of her at once. In the dim lantern light of her chambers, it was always darker, closer, more intimate. Here, under the warm glow of the lanterns, she looks almost unreal: tall, slender, perfectly proportioned, with smooth pale skin and long black hair cascading down her back. Her breasts are full and firm, nipples already slightly hardened by the night air. Her waist is narrow, hips gently curved, and between her thighs you can see the delicate line of her pussy.
Tzuyu seems a little shy under your undivided stare. She shifts her weight slightly, one hand instinctively moving to cover herself before she catches the motion and lowers it again. But there’s also a quiet pleasure in her eyes, as if she enjoys the way you’re looking at her. She steps slowly into the pool. The water ripples around her ankles, then her calves, then her thighs as she wades toward you. When she finally stands directly in front of you, the water reaching just below her breasts, she hesitates for only a heartbeat. Then she leans in carefully, giving you time to pull away if you wish.
Her lips meet yours in a soft, tentative kiss. You respond naturally. Your hands rise from the water and find her naked body, roaming slowly over her wet skin, tracing the curve of her waist, sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She trembles slightly under your touch.
When she finally draws away just enough to look at you, you are too relaxed after the long campaign to take charge. You simply watch her, hands still resting on her hips under the water. Tzuyu’s cheeks are faintly pink. She moves closer, carefully straddling your lap beneath the surface. You feel the heat of her body even through the warm water. Your now hard cock presses against her tight, flat tummy as she settles on top of you.
You let out a low chuckle.
“You said you’d wash me.”
Your voice is rough with amusement and growing desire.
“Not pleasure me.”
Tzuyu’s blush deepens, but she doesn’t look away.
“Can’t I do both?”
The warm water laps gently around your bodies. Lantern light flickers across her wet skin. She is beautiful, elegant, and clearly offering herself to you after three long months apart. You lean back against the edge of the pool, the warm water lapping at your shoulders, and give her a slow smile.
“I’m sure you can do both.”
Tzuyu’s lips curve into a gentle, pleased smile.
“Then I will try my best, my lord.”
Her hand slips beneath the water. You feel her slender fingers wrap around your hard cock, stroking you slowly from base to tip. The sensation is smooth and teasing in the warm water.
“I’ll start with this.”
You rest your arms along the stone edge and watch her. Tzuyu’s naked upper body is beautiful in the lantern light. The elegant curve of her shoulders, the full swell of her breasts with water droplets sliding down them, the graceful line of her neck…She keeps her eyes on you as she strokes, her touch growing a little firmer, a little more confident with every pass.
After a few moments, Tzuyu rises slightly on her knees. She positions herself over you, one hand still guiding your cock. Then she slowly lowers herself. You watch her face closely. Pleasure washes over her features the moment the head of your cock parts her folds. Her lips part in a soft gasp. Her brows furrow slightly as she sinks down. Her eyes flutter half-closed, and a quiet, trembling moan escapes her. It’s clear she has been just as eager for this as you have been for her. Three long months apart have left her hungry too.
You feel every inch as her tight, silky pussy lips glide down your length, enveloping you slowly, warmly and completely. She is wetter than the pool water, her inner walls clinging to you with familiar perfection.
Tzuyu is not like Shuhua. She prefers it slower, especially when she’s on top. She begins to move with graceful rolls of her hips, grinding down deeply, then lifting and bouncing in a smooth, controlled rhythm. Her hands rest on your chest for balance as she rides you, doing her best to make your head roll back with every motion.
For several long minutes she works you like this: slow, deep grinds mixed with gentle bounces, her breasts swaying softly with the movement. The water ripples around your joined bodies in steady waves. Tzuyu’s breathing grows heavier, her quiet moans filling the night air. Then she leans down, pressing her wet breasts against your chest. Her lips brush your ear.
“My lord…”
She breathes, still moving on you.
“I think… I am with child.”
The words hit you like a quiet thunderclap. She continues riding you slowly as she speaks, her voice trembling with both pleasure and nervousness.
“All the signs are there. The missed courses, the tenderness, the way my body feels different… but I haven’t told anyone yet. Not even the physician. I wanted you to know first.”
Tzuyu pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, still gently rolling her hips, your cock buried deep inside her. She searches your face, waiting for your reaction while her body keeps moving on you with that same graceful, needy rhythm.
The night is quiet as Nien stands just outside the kitchen courtyard, hands clasped in front of her peach-colored robe. She had been waiting patiently for several minutes when the two maids finally emerge, carrying a lacquered tray with warm congee, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and a pot of fragrant tea. Exactly what Xinyu had ordered for you.
Nien steps forward with a bright, innocent smile.
“Let me take that to the General.”
She offers sweetly.
“He must be very tired after such a long journey. I would be happy to bring it to him.”
The maids exchange a quick glance, but they know better than to refuse one of the master’s concubines. They hand over the tray without argument.
“Thank you.”
Nien says cheerfully, balancing the tray carefully as she turns and heads toward the private bathing courtyard. She knows exactly where you are. The lanterns glowing softly in that direction are impossible to miss.
The garden paths are dimly lit, the night air cool and filled with the scent of jasmine. Nien walks quickly but gracefully, her mind already imagining the your tired smile when she arrives with food. She rounds a corner near the moon gate…
… and nearly collides with Shuhua.
Both women stop short. The tray wobbles dangerously in Nien’s hands. A few drops of tea splash over the edge. Shuhua startles, stepping back with a sharp intake of breath, her vibrant green robe swirling around her legs.
“Nien!”
Shuhua hisses.
“Shuhua!”
Nien replies, steadying the tray with both hands. Her usual bright tone carries a hint of surprise and wariness.
For a moment they simply stare at each other in the half dark. They don’t hate each other - there has never been open hostility between any of the three concubines - but Nien has always found Shuhua suspicious, and Shuhua clearly feels the same about the overly cheerful youngest.
Shuhua crosses her arms, one eyebrow raised.
“Going to the bathing courtyard? With food? How thoughtful of you.”
Nien tilts her head, still smiling but with a sharper edge.
“Xinyu asked me to bring it. The General needs to eat after his long journey. Why are you heading in that direction so late?”
Shuhua lets out a short, scoffing laugh.
“Don’t play innocent. You’re trying to get to him first.”
“And you aren’t?”
Nien shoots back, voice still light but now clearly defensive.
“You’ve been waiting for him to return just as much as I have. Don’t pretend you were just taking a midnight stroll.”
Shuhua steps closer.
“At least I’m honest about wanting his attention. You act all sweet and harmless, but we both know why you’re really bringing him food at this hour.”
Nien’s cheeks flush, but she doesn’t back down.
“And you act all bold and fiery, but you’re doing the exact same thing. We’re both trying to gain his favor tonight. There’s no point in denying it.”
A tense silence stretches between them. The tray remains steady in Nien’s hands, but the air crackles with mutual suspicion.
Finally, Shuhua lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes.
“Fine. We both want to see him. There’s no use fighting over it right now.”
Nien nods, her bright smile returning, though it’s a little tighter than usual.
“Exactly. So… shall we go together?”
Shuhua hesitates for half a second, then gives a small, reluctant nod.
“Together. But don’t think this means I’m sharing nicely.”
The two women fall into step side by side, heading toward the glowing lanterns of the bathing courtyard. Nien carefully balances the tray while Shuhua walks with her usual confident stride. The rivalry simmers just beneath the surface, but for now, they have reached an uneasy truce. As they approach the entrance to the private bathing area, both can see the warm light spilling out and hear the faint sound of water rippling.
Nien and Shuhua step quietly into the bathing courtyard together, the tray of food balanced carefully in Nien’s hands. They both stop dead in their tracks the moment they see what is happening in the pool. Tzuyu is in your lap, facing you, her long bare back and elegant shoulders glowing in the lantern light. Her hips move in slow, graceful rolls as she rides you. The water ripples gently around your joined bodies. From behind, they can see the elegant line of her spine, the way her muscles flex and shift with every movement, and the subtle bounce of her long black hair.
Tzuyu lets out a soft, needy moan.
“More… please, my lord…”
Shuhua’s expression instantly darkens. Her jaw tightens and her eyes flash with fury. She crosses her arms tightly over her chest, practically vibrating with irritation.
“Tzuyu is such a slut.”
She hisses under her breath, loud enough for Nien to hear. Nien bites her tongue hard to stop herself from snapping back that Shuhua is easily the biggest slut in the entire household. Instead, she feels a quiet wave of sadness wash over her. She isn’t really angry, just disappointed. She had hoped to have you to herself tonight, even if only for a little while. Now she will only get a third of your attention.
While Shuhua is still fuming, Nien sets the tray of food down on a nearby stone bench without a word. She doesn’t want to fall behind. Shuhua makes the decision first. Without saying anything else, she starts pulling off her robe, letting it drop carelessly to the ground. Her naked body is revealed in the lantern light: bold curves, smooth skin, and an unmistakable air of confidence. Nien quickly follows her example. She unties her peach robe and shrugs it off, stepping out of the silk puddle at her feet. Her own body is softer and more delicate than Shuhua’s, but no less beautiful.
Both women move toward the pool together. They step carefully into the warm water, the liquid rising around their legs, then their thighs, then their hips. The ripples they create spread outward, disturbing the calm surface.
Tzuyu is still riding you slowly when the sound of their movement reaches her. She doesn’t stop, but her head turns slightly, eyes widening as she notices the two new arrivals. Shuhua and Nien wade closer until they are only a few steps away from where Tzuyu sits impaled on your cock. The air in the bathing courtyard grows thick with tension, jealousy, and unspoken competition. Tzuyu’s hips continue their gentle, graceful motion as she looks at the other two women, a faint blush on her cheeks. Shuhua stops with her hands on her hips, water lapping at her waist, and stares directly at you with a challenging glint in her eyes. Nien stands beside her, quieter, her expression a mix of envy and shy hope as she watches Tzuyu’s flawless back and the way her body moves on you.
You notice the movement at the edge of the pool and lift your gaze. Nien and Shuhua stand there, both completely naked, the warm lantern light dancing across their wet skin. Shuhua’s body is bold and curvaceous, perky breasts and strong hips cutting through the surface. Nien’s figure is softer, more delicate, her skin glowing with that same innocent charm she always carries.
The moment you see them, your cock twitches hard inside Tzuyu. Tzuyu feels it immediately. Her walls flutter around you in response, and she lets out a tiny, surprised gasp, her hips stuttering for a second before she continues her slow ride.
You can’t help it. An amused chuckle escapes your throat.
Tzuyu’s cheeks flush deeper as she realizes the other two are watching her ride you so openly. Shuhua’s usual confident smirk falters for half a heartbeat, replaced by a flicker of awkwardness. Nien’s bright eyes widen, her hands instinctively moving to cover her chest before she catches herself and lowers them again. They’ve never seen each other fully naked like this. The usual private intimacy of the bedchambers has suddenly become very public. None of them quite know how to act now that they are all together in the same pool. You feel a brief moment of uncertainty yourself. Three naked, beautiful concubines surrounding you after three long months away is almost overwhelming.
You motion with your head.
“Shuhua. Left side.”
You turn slightly and gesture to the other side.
“Nien. Right.”
Shuhua moves first, wading through the water with that bold stride until she’s pressed against your left side. Nien follows more shyly, slipping into the water on your right until her soft body brushes against you. The moment they settle, Tzuyu - clearly not willing to lose her place on your cock - starts putting in more effort. Her hips roll deeper, grinding down harder, her tight pussy squeezing around you with renewed determination. Her breathing grows heavier as she rides you more purposefully. You reach out with your left hand and grope Shuhua’s perky tits, squeezing the firm flesh and rolling her nipple between your fingers. Shuhua lets out a sharp, pleased breath and arches into your touch. At the same time, you pull Nien closer with your right arm, tilting her chin up so you can claim her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. She melts into it instantly, her soft lips parting for you, a tiny whimper vibrating against your tongue. While you kiss Nien and fondle Shuhua, Tzuyu continues riding you steadily, her long legs flexing under the water as she works herself on your cock.
In the back of your mind, the news Tzuyu whispered earlier still burns. The possibility that she is already carrying your child. The thought sends another throb through your length, making Tzuyu moan softly.
You hope Xinyu doesn’t mind you indulging a little tonight. After three months away, and with her own belly growing heavier by the day, she might even understand. For now, you focus on the three women surrounding you. Shuhua presses her breasts more firmly into your groping hand, her usual bratty energy already starting to surface again. Nien kisses you back sweetly, her smaller hand resting shyly on your chest. Tzuyu keeps riding you with quiet determination, clearly trying to remind everyone that she was here first.
The warm water laps around all four of you as the night air grows thicker with tension and desire.
The morning sun beats down on the training ground, turning the dirt courtyard into a haze of dust and heat. You move through the forms, wooden practice sword clashing against your partner’s in sharp, rhythmic strikes. Sweat runs down your bare chest and back, soaking the waistband of your trousers. Your breathing is heavy, muscles burning after weeks of pushing yourself hard since returning from the campaign. You parry a strong overhead blow, then counter with a low sweep that forces your opponent to jump back. The soldiers watching from the sidelines murmur in approval.
Just as you reset your stance for another exchange, you catch sight of a servant hurrying across the edge of the training ground. The man is moving quickly, his face tense. You raise your hand and step back, lowering your sword.
“Enough for now.”
You tell your practice partner, who bows and retreats. You wipe sweat from your brow with the back of your arm and motion the servant closer. He approaches, bowing deeply the moment he’s within speaking distance.
“General, Lady Xinyu… she has gone into labour.”
You straighten immediately, chest still heaving from the exertion. Sweat continues to trickle down your temples, but the fatigue in your muscles is forgotten in an instant.
“When?”
“Just now, my lord. The midwife and her maids are with her. Lady Xinyu asked that you be informed right away.”
You nod once, already turning toward the inner quarters.
“Prepare hot water and clean cloths if they haven’t already.”
You order as you start walking.
“And send word to the physician if he isn’t there yet.”
The servant bows again and hurries off to carry out your commands.
You stride across the courtyard, practice sword still in hand, sweat cooling on your skin in the morning breeze. The training ground and your soldiers fade behind you as your focus narrows entirely to Xinyu’s pavilion. Your mind races with a mix of anticipation and concern. Xinyu’s belly had grown significantly. The child - the one she has been so certain is a son - is finally coming.
As you pass through the moon gate into the women’s quarters, you can already hear faint activity ahead: maids moving quickly, low voices, and the occasional strained sound that might be Xinyu.
The three concubines are nowhere in sight yet, but you know they will learn of this soon enough. The news will spread through the household like wildfire.
You reach the entrance to Xinyu’s chambers. The heavy silk curtains have been pulled back, and several maids hover nervously just outside.
One of them bows deeply when she sees you.
“General… Lady Xinyu is in her bed. The pains have started strongly. The midwife says it is progressing well, but it may take some time.”
You hand your practice sword to the nearest servant without a word and step inside.
The room is warm, scented with medicinal herbs and incense meant to ease the birth. Xinyu lies propped up on the large bed, her face flushed and damp with sweat. Her crimson robe is loosened and pushed up, her swollen belly clearly visible and tight with another contraction. She grips the sheets tightly, breathing through the pain with determined focus.
When she sees you enter, her eyes soften despite the discomfort.
“My lord…You came quickly.”
You move to her side, taking her hand in yours. Her fingers are surprisingly strong as they squeeze yours during the next wave of pain. The midwife, an experienced older woman, kneels nearby, quietly giving instructions to the assisting maids.
Xinyu looks up at you, her free hand resting protectively on her belly.
“It is time. Our child is coming.”
Outside the chamber, you can already hear hurried footsteps, the news spreading fast through the estate. The three concubines will likely arrive soon, drawn by the commotion and the weight of what this birth could mean for all of them.
You stay beside Xinyu, holding her hand as another contraction builds.
I sit in the back row of class like always, pretending no one talks to me.
I'm the quiet guy, the one who gets good grades, hands in homework on time, never causes trouble. Teachers like me, but kids mostly ignore me. That's fine. I like it that way.
Except for Chaeyeon.
She sits two seats in front of me. She's nice to everyone, but for some reason she's extra nice to me. She'll turn around and ask if I got the notes when I'm zoned out, or share her snacks during break. She smiles at me like I'm actually worth talking to. No one else does that.
But God, her tits.
They're fucking huge. Like, seriously massive. K cup at least, maybe bigger. They strain against her school blouse every single day, buttons looking like they're about to give up. When she leans forward to write, they rest on the desk, soft and heavy.
I can't stop looking. I try to be sneaky about it, glancing when she's not paying attention, but I'm always scared she'll catch me.
At night, when I'm alone in my room, that's all I think about. I lock the door, pull up porn on my phone, but it's never enough. I always end up imagining her. Those massive tits bouncing as she walks down the hall. How soft they'd feel if I could just touch them. I jerk off thinking about sliding my cock between them, how warm and tight it would be, her looking up at me with those kind eyes while I fuck her chest slow at first, then harder.
I cum so fast when I think about that. Every time.
Today in class, she dropped her pencil and bent down to get it. Her blouse pulled tight, and I saw the edge of her bra, white with a little lace. My dick twitched instantly. I had to shift in my seat so no one would notice.
She sat back up and smiled at me like nothing happened.
"You okay?" she whispered. "You look kinda red."
"I'm fine," I mumbled, looking down at my notebook fast.
She giggled softly. "You're always so quiet. It's cute."
Cute. She called me cute.
Lunchtime, she sat next to me again. Most days she eats with her friends, but sometimes she picks me. Today was one of those days.
"I saved you a seat," she said, patting the bench.
Her chest bounced a little when she sat down. I tried not to stare, but fuck, it's impossible. They're right there.
We talked about normal stuff. The upcoming test, some dumb thing the teacher said, her complaining about how her backpack straps dig into her shoulders because it's heavy.
"Yeah, carrying all those books must suck," I said, trying to sound normal.
She laughed. "It's not just the books. Everything's heavy these days."
She adjusted her bra strap under her shirt without thinking, and I nearly died. My mind flashed to helping her with that, my hands on her shoulders, sliding down, cupping those massive tits from behind, feeling how heavy they really are.
But I just sat there like an idiot, eating my sandwich, dick half hard under the table.
She's so nice to me. Talks to me when no one else bothers. Laughs at my dumb jokes. Shares her notes when I miss something.
And all I do is think about fucking her tits.
One day maybe I'll say something. Maybe.
But probably not.
I'm too scared.
She's too nice.
And these thoughts... they're all mine. Dirty little secrets I keep hidden.
It's the day after Christmas break starts, but school stuff doesn't stop.
Chaeyeon texted me last night asking if I wanted to study together at her place. Her parents are out of town visiting family or something, and she said it'd be quiet, just us, no distractions.
I said yes before I even thought about it twice.
Now I'm standing in front of her house. It's a nice house, bigger than mine, quiet neighborhood.
I ring the doorbell and wait, backpack heavy with books but my mind heavier with everything else.
The door opens and there she is, smiling big like always. She's wearing a loose pink sweater and leggings. No school uniform today, so her chest looks even bigger without the blouse trying to hold everything in. The sweater stretches across them, soft fabric hugging the shape.
"Hey! You made it," she says, stepping aside to let me in. "Come on, no one's home. Parents left this morning, won't be back till New Year's. We can study all day if we want."
Just us. All day.
I mumble a hi and step inside, trying not to look down, but I do anyway. Fuck, they're huge.
She leads me to the living room. There's snacks on the coffee table, drinks, notebooks spread out. Big couch, TV off. She sits down and pats the spot next to her.
"I figured we'd start with math since that's the hardest. I made flashcards too."
She's so prepared, so nice. Always thinking ahead.
We start studying. She's close, our knees almost touching. Every time she leans over to point at something in the book, her sweater shifts and I get a better view of how full they are. Soft. Heavy. I can see the outline of her bra under the sweater.
I'm trying to focus on the problems, I really am, but my brain keeps drifting.
This is it. We're alone. No one around. No one to interrupt.
What if?
What if I just... asked? Or more?
No, I can't. She's too nice. She'd hate me.
But what if she didn't?
We take a break after an hour. She gets up to grab more drinks from the kitchen, and I watch her walk away. The sweater rides up a little in the back, leggings tight on her ass, but it's her chest that pulls my eyes when she turns around.
"Want soda or water?" she calls.
"Soda's fine," I say, voice cracking a bit.
She comes back with two cans, hands me one, and sits even closer this time. Our thighs touch now. She doesn't move away.
"You're really good at this stuff," she says, opening her notebook again. "Explain that last problem one more time?"
I lean in to show her, my arm brushing against her chest accidentally. Soft. So fucking soft. Just the side, but it sends a jolt straight to my dick.
She doesn't pull away.
My mind goes blank.
This is the only chance. Ever.
I don't think.
My hand moves on its own.
I grab her left tit, full on, cupping it through the sweater before my brain even catches up.
It's heavy. Warm. Softer than I imagined.
She gasps, freezes.
I freeze too, hand still there, squeezing a little without meaning to.
Then it hits me.
What the fuck did I just do?
I yank my hand back like I touched fire.
"Oh god, Chaeyeon, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—fuck, I'm sorry!"
She's staring at me, eyes wide, mouth open a little. Not moving.
I feel tears coming already. Panic. Shame.
"Please don't hate me," I blurt out, voice shaking. "I just—your chest is so big and I think about it all the time and we're alone and I lost it, I'm so sorry, please don't tell anyone, I'll leave, I'll—"
I'm rambling, standing up, ready to run out the door.
She grabs my wrist before I can move.
"Wait," she says quietly.
I stop, looking at her. Tears in my eyes now, blurry.
She's still sitting, looking up at me. Not mad. Not yelling.
Just... surprised?
"Sit down," she says softly.
I do, legs shaky.
"You... think about my boobs all the time?"
I nod, can't look at her face. Staring at the floor.
"How long?"
"Since... forever. Like, months. Every day."
She doesn't say anything for a second.
I risk a glance. She's biting her lip a little, cheeks pink.
"And you... want to touch them?"
I nod again, throat tight.
More than that.
Way more.
The words come out before I can stop them.
"I think about... putting my dick between them. All the time. When I jerk off. Every night. I'm sorry, I know it's gross, I know you hate me now—"
"I don't hate you."
I look up.
She's looking at me, not smiling, but not angry either.
"You're crying," she says, reaching out and wiping a tear off my cheek with her thumb.
"I'm sorry," I whisper again.
She takes a breath.
"I've noticed you looking. A lot."
I want to die. Real die.
"But... you never said anything. You're always so quiet and sweet."
I don't know what to say.
She shifts a little on the couch, facing me more.
"Do you... really want that? To... use them?"
My heart stops.
I nod slow.
She looks down at her chest, then back at me.
"I've never... done anything like that. With anyone."
"Me neither," I say fast. "I've never even kissed anyone."
She smiles a tiny bit at that.
"You're really worked up about this?"
I grin awkwardly
She thinks for a minute. Long minute.
I sit there, waiting to be kicked out.
"Okay," she says finally.
I blink.
"What?"
"Okay. But... just that. Nothing else today. And you have to promise not to tell anyone. Ever."
I can't believe it.
"Yes, yes, I promise."
She grins little, cheeks redder now.
"I kinda... wondered what it would feel like. If someone wanted mine that bad."
She pulls her sweater up slow, over her head.
Gulp.
Underneath, a simple white bra, struggling to hold everything. Her tits spill out the top, sides, massive and pale.
She reaches behind, unhooks it.
Lets it fall.
They're free now.
Bigger than I dreamed. Heavy, hanging a little, pink nipples big and puffy.
I stare, mouth open. Shit
She laughs softly, nervous.
"Go ahead. Touch them. Properly this time."
My hands shake as I reach out.
Both of them this time.
I cup them, lift a little. Fuck, so heavy. Skin so soft.
She lets out a little breath.
"Warm," you say.
I squeeze gently, thumbs brushing her nipples.
She shifts closer.
My dick is rock hard, straining against my jeans.
She notices, glances down.
"You can... take it out. If you want."
I fumble with my zipper fast, pull it out. It's throbbing, precum already at the tip.
She looks at it, eyes wide.
"It's... nice."
I almost cum just from that.
"Lean back," she says softly, pushing my shoulders a little so I'm against the couch arm.
I do, breathing hard, cock sticking up straight.
She moves in closer, on her knees between my legs now.
She cups her tits from the sides, pushes them together tight.
They're so big, they mash up perfect, a deep cleavage right there.
Then she leans forward, brings them down to my cock.
Slides it right between them.
Oh fuck. Fuck
So warm. So soft.
She presses them harder around me, wrapping my dick completely in her massive tits.
Better than any porn.
She starts moving, slow at first, up and down, her hands holding them tight so it squeezes me just right.
I groan, head back, watching her work.
Her tits jiggle a little with each stroke, heavy and full.
She looks up at me, cheeks flushed, biting her lip.
"Like that?" she asks quietly.
"Yes," I moan. "So good."
She smiles a little, goes faster.
The feeling is unreal. Her skin sliding on me, warm and smooth, the pressure perfect.
She's doing all the work, bobbing her chest up and down, my cock disappearing between them over and over.
Precum slicks it up, making it easier, wetter.
I'm not gonna last long.
Not even close.
"I won't cum on you," I say fast. "I'll pull out—"
"It's okay," she whispers. "If you want. On them."
That does it.
I thrust up a little, but mostly let her keep going.
A few more strokes, and I cum hard.
Ropes of it shoot up, hit her chin a bit, then drip down over her tits, sticky and white.
She keeps moving slow till I'm empty, milking it out.
I shake, groaning loud.
She holds them together a second longer, then lets go slow.
Looks down at the mess on her chest.
"Wow," she says softly. "A lot."
"I'm sorry," I start again.
She shakes her head.
"It's fine. Kinda... hot, actually."
I sit there, spent, dick softening.
She stands up slow, right in front of me, grab tissues from the table, cleans up slow.
"I'm… really wet right now."
Fuck.
I don't say anything. Can't.
Then she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings.
Pushes them down, along with her panties.
Just like that.
They drop to her ankles. She steps out.
She's naked from the waist down.
Her pussy is right there.
Smooth, shaved clean, lips puffy and pink, glistening.
I never imagined it would look this good. This perfect.
A little wet trail on the inside of her thigh.
It's small and neat, clit peeking out a little, lips swollen.
So fucking pretty.
She's just standing there, letting me look.
No hiding. No shyness now.
My mouth goes dry.
"Chaeyeon…"
She smiles soft.
"Thought you should see. Since you've been thinking about me so much."
I stare. Can't stop.
She steps closer, climbs onto the couch, one knee on each side of me.
Straddles my lap.
Her bare pussy brushes my jeans first, then settles right on my cock.
It's already getting hard again fast.
She's warm. Wet. I feel it through the fabric at first, then she reaches down, pulls my soft-but-growing dick out again.
Slides her pussy along it.
Up and down slow.
No penetration. Just sliding.
Her wetness coats me instantly.
Soft lips hugging the top of my shaft, clit rubbing against it.
"Fuck, Chaeyeon…" I groan, hands going to her waist automatic.
I grab her there, fingers digging in a little.
She's so warm. Skin soft.
She rocks her hips slow, grinding on me.
Her tits bounce under the sweater with each move.
I can feel how slick she is. Hear it even, quiet wet sounds.
She leans in, breath on my neck.
"Maybe we can do this," she whispers. "Just this. For now."
I nod fast.
"Yes. Please."
She keeps going, sliding back and forth, pussy lips spread around my cock now.
It's like fucking without being inside.
So hot. So wet.
Her clit bumps the head every time she moves forward.
She lets out little breaths, soft moans.
I hold her waist tighter, help her move.
She doesn't stop me.
We go like that for minutes.
Slow at first, then faster.
Her wetness everywhere now, dripping down.
I'm rock hard again.
She leans back a little, hands on my shoulders, grinding harder.
Her tits jiggle more in front of me.
I want to touch her tits again, but I don't. Not yet. Not without her words.
This is enough.
More than enough.
She starts breathing faster.
"Feels good," she says quiet.
"Yeah," I manage.
She slides faster, clit rubbing right on me.
Her thighs shake a little.
I feel her tense.
Then she gasps, pushes down hard, grinds slow.
Cums.
Quiet, but I feel it.
Her pussy pulses against my cock, more wet.
She shivers, holds onto me.
I'm close too, just from that. From feeling her cum on me.
"Don't stop," I say.
She keeps moving, slower now, riding through it.
A few more slides and I cum again.
Not as much this time, but still shoots up between us, hits her stomach, her pussy.
She doesn't pull away.
Lets it land
We stay like that for a while, her straddling me, my cum sticky between us, her pussy still resting warm and wet against my softening cock.
She's breathing slow now, head on my shoulder, arms loose around my neck. I keep my hands on her waist, thumbs rubbing small circles on her bare skin.
Everything feels unreal. Like if I move too fast it'll all disappear.
She lifts her head after a minute, looks at me close.
"You okay?" she asks soft.
I nod. "Yeah. You?"
She smiles, small and shy again. "Really okay. That felt… good."
Her hips shift a little, just a tiny rock, and I feel myself twitch against her. Already starting to get hard again. Third time today. I didn't think that was possible.
She feels it too, glances down.
"Already?" she laughs quiet.
"So.. sorry" I mumble. "Can't help it."
Her cheeks go pink. She bites her lip, thinking.
I slide my hands down a little, to her hips, then her thighs. Bare. Smooth.
She doesn't stop me.
I'm throbbing now, full hard again fast.
She rocks once more, slow, sliding her wet pussy along me.
We both breathe out.
I can't take it anymore.
My hands tighten on her hips.
I lift her a bit, gentle but firm, and twist us so she's on her back on the couch.
She gasps soft as I push her down, but doesn't fight it.
Her legs spread automatic, knees up.
She's bare now, wet it's shining from sweat. Everything, tits, body, pussy, and it's perfect, everything from her is perfect.
I kneel between her legs, cock sticking straight out, head red and leaking.
She looks up at me, eyes big, breathing fast.
I grab the base, line up.
The head brushes her lips.
She shivers.
"Just the head," I say, voice shaky. "I promise. Just the head."
She nods slow.
"Okay."
I push forward slow.
The tip slides between her lips, spreads them.
Warm.
So fucking warm.
Wet.
Tight.
Just the head pops in.
We both groan.
She's so tight around it. Squeezing already.
Her hands grab my arms.
I hold still, just the head inside, feeling her pulse around me.
"Fuck, Chaeyeon…" I whisper.
She's biting her lip hard, eyes half closed.
"Good?" I ask.
She nods fast.
"Yeah. Really good."
I don't move yet.
Just stay there, feeling it.
Her walls flutter around the tip.
So hot inside.
I wanna push all the way, bury it deep, but I promised.
Just the head.
I pull back slow, almost out, then push the head in again.
Slow.
In and out.
Just that much.
She moans soft each time it pops in.
Her hips lift a little, wanting more. But she doesn't say it.
I keep the pace slow, fucking her with just the head.
Her pussy makes it easy, so slick.
Every time I pull back, her lips cling to me.
When I push in, she takes it easy.
Her tits bounce under with each little thrust.
I lean down, rest on my elbows over her.
Close now.
Face to face.
She wraps her arms around my neck.
I keep moving, slow and shallow.
Just the head.
Over and over.
"You feel so good," I whisper against her mouth.
She kisses me then.
First kiss ever.
Soft. Sweet.
Her tongue touches mine shy. I groan into it. Keep thrusting slow.
She breaks the kiss, breathing hard.
"More," she whispers. "Please."
I freeze. "You sure?"
She nods. "Just… a little more."
I push deeper.
Halfway now.
She gasps loud.
Tight. So fucking tight.
Hot. Wet walls squeeze me.
I pull back, push again. Deeper this time.
Three quarters.
She moans, legs wrapping around my waist. Pulling me.
"Don't stop," she says.
I can't hold back now.
I thrust slow but full.
All the way in.
Bottom out.
She cries out soft.
Buried deep.
Her pussy flutters hard around me.
I hold still again, let her adjust.
"So full," she whispers.
"Yeah."
I start moving. Slow deep thrusts. Out almost all the way, then back in.
She takes every inch easy now, so wet.
Her moans get louder. Hands in my hair.
I kiss her neck, her jaw. Thrust faster.
The couch creaks a little.
Her tits bounce hard. I lean down, suck one nipple.
She arches.
Moans my name. First time hearing it like that.
I fuck her steady. Harder now.
She's close. I feel it. Her pussy tightens. Thighs shake.
She grabs my back. Cums hard. Walls pulse around me.
Squeezing.
Milking.
I can't hold it. I thrust deep one last time.
Cum inside her. Hot. Lots. Filling her.
She holds me tight. We shake together.
I stay inside, breathing hard.
Don't wanna pull out.
Ever.
After a minute, I lift my head. Look at her.
She's smiling soft. Eyes glassy.
"That was… wow," she says quiet.
"Yeah."
I kiss her slow. She kisses back.
I finally pull out gentle.
Cum leaks out of her. On the couch a little. She doesn't care.
A/N and warning: Some discussion of eating disorders, death, and suicide. There's also name-calling. Thanks to @xantithesis, @kwilquib, @limemrys for the beta in the early parts. Thanks to @sinswithpleasure for the sex scene design.
—
"Your ugly ass is dragging the group down, whore."
"And you're giving the girls fucking ED."
The groups aren't that big (say, aespa and LE SSERAFIM big), but it's going to be worth a lot, nonetheless.
The steps are rather straightforward: a new Gmail account under VPN, with the header being an enquiry about their public images, then a large sum of deposit on your bankbook statement. You've done this a number of times — domestically and abroad, from nose picking to illegal substances, boy groups and girl groups. There's a line being drawn, of course: no one under the age of eighteen. Still, the industry is pretty fucked; you are aware, and you are awfully fucked in the head; you are also aware. The money's audaciously fantastic, though.
(Caveat: the writer doesn't know shit about sending an anonymous email, really.)
You have your associates — accomplices, a team. You get your videos, photos, or whatever media; they get their slice of cake. They are around the world — elusive, secretive. The security measures are tight. Every movement has to be careful. The cash has to be wisely spent.
However, those are not enough.
Since the dawn of your career three years ago — a discovery through a platform by accident lulling you into this tangled web of treachery — you've had two flatliners. That's the term. Their streams of texts just stopped after one day, and you don't know their fate, really. Your best wishes for them are that they find a path that's better than sitting in front of their computers and threatening companies to release scandals of their employees' wrongdoings. However, death is entirely possible in this field. They won't appear in the news, or if so, it's suicide, or it's an accident. It's just bleak.
Let's shrink the scene a bit. So, what the hell is actually happening here?
You have this little snippet of a fight — Music Show backstage, Jeong Hyerin of tripleS and Kim Dahyun, slash Stella Kim, of Hearts2Hearts. R-rated profanities were thrown around between them — fucks and cunts and a shockingly wide array of socially distressing insults. It was something about the stature of their groups: Hearts2Hearts is more famous, Hyerin is more talented, Stella is prettier, tripleS has a better discography. Whatever the fuck they were verbally abusing each other about, you don't care. It's your annual salary's worth of motion pictures here from SM and Modhaus, and oh, it's just so sweet to hear them scream these words over and over again — ass, whore, fuck.
Let's shrink the scene even more.
There are occasional vibrations from your server as your professor lectures about the basics of IP addresses. You look at your phone screen from time to time — pings for everyone, a bounty to claim — and you click on some of them: the usual trivial stuff. They're waiting for someone to attach them to emails and, as explained earlier, be traded for a currency.
It's another normal day, really. You wake up; you go to class; you hang out with your friends a bit; you go back to your room and sleep peacefully; rinse and repeat. The cadence (author's favorite word) has been perfect for the last three years here. You wouldn't change a thing, really. It's beautiful to the ear. It's where you can settle. It's harmonious.
The clock strikes four, eventually. You gather your belongings into your bag and head for dinner around campus with your peers — another garlic and crispy pork on rice at your favourite diner. You guys talk about mundane things: classes, homework, relationships. Maybe it deviates from those topics sometimes, but more often that not, it's these things that bond you together over time — these little things. Even if your supposed threats aren't looming over their lives, you'd be glad to take a bullet for them. You love them that much.
You bid farewell after dessert, grab a bike, take an elevator up to your floor. It has become a banal routine to which you've grown accustomed. Your mind races towards the activity you're going to do tonight — another client, another job, another email. It's your life.
In a heartbeat, you're on your roller chair, scrolling your feed unenthusiastically for an illicit job on your tabletop computer. There's nothing today. It happens; you're not too bothered about it. Scandals don't happen every day. There's an abundant chance that you'll live to see tomorrow's sunrise. You've been defensively sound. You've been careful. They won't get to you soon.
On a side note, SM and Modhaus haven't replied to your email. Perhaps the requested payment is too hefty. You might let it hang for a few days before renegotiation. If nothing comes by, well, to say it simply, Jeong Hyerin of ex-tripleS and Stella Kim of ex-Hearts2Hearts will be seen hurling scathing insults all over the internet.
And you just plant yourself under your comfy blanket like that.
:bceSleepPeaceful:, you send it into your server.
—
You wake up to three soft knocks on your door. Your take a look at your phone screen: 1:35, six hours before your daily routine repeats itself.
You tread carefully toward the door. There's a quick scan through the peephole, a safety measure. At the front of your door stands a person wearing a white surgical mask. They're as tall as you are, hair neatly kept under a cap.
They look abnormally shaky, though. Perhaps they need a—
No, it's not safe for a person with your activities. You can't be opening your room's door to someone who you can't even see their face.
"Please," a female voice pleads against the closed door. "Help me," she sounds awfully desperate. Plus, no one can access your dorm without a proper face scan this deep into the nocturne (speaking of a convenient plot establishing). What could be the harm? It's someone in your own building!
The door creaks slightly as you open it. She doesn't immediately lunge at you, and that makes your body relax a bit. Her eyes look fearful through her clear glasses, and she just keeps looking around herself as if keeping an eye on an unknown threat. She also doesn't look incredibly strong — won't stand a chance against you in a fight. The black sweater kind of hides a lot, but to say that you're intimidated by the possibility of her hiding her muscular arms under the fabric is a stretch.
"I'm sorry for knocking on your door this late, but," she starts, voice trembling with apparent fear, "my boyfriend, we, we had a fight. He's drunk, and," and her voice just trails off, unable to finish the dreaded sentence. Her eyes remain aware of her surroundings as ever.
You squint your eyes, examining the poor woman, trying to undermine her situation with your doubts, and nothing just comes up, really. You're not recognizing her with the mask on. Still, she just doesn't have that deadly edge. The thorns just don't seem to be there. So, you stick your head out into the quiet hallway, half-expecting another associate to knock you out and kill you for good. You've been quite a shithead to these big corporations for years, and you have grown to accept that fact.
There's none in the hallway, luckily — no blind-spots, no shadows, just her. Also, with her standing in your eyes' dead-spots beside you, she could've just knocked you over and stabbed you with a hidden blade into a blood-soaked lump of flesh. Finally, the unpleasant wariness under your skin retreats to dormancy, and eventually, you let out a small sigh of relief.
With safety likely ensured, you make way for her. "Come in," and you kind of realize how drowsy you sound.
The shrouded woman hastily enters the room, and you close the door with a soft thud. She settles herself on your bed, and you hear these erratic breathing sounds through her mask — chest rising and falling. Her eyes lay on the floor. She needs space. She needs time.
The risk remains high, still.
To have someone knocking on your door a little past one-thirty in the morning is definitely unusual, even if there was nobody knocking you out initially in the hallway. She needs to be screened, at least with basic questions as a precaution.
Flatly, with hands on your hips, you start, "What happened, Miss?"
The woman remains unresponsive to your question, still trying to adjust to the atmosphere of a stranger's room. There's this soft hum of your air conditioner working against the outside heat, and you really hope she'd be able to hold on to that. You remain careful of her presence in the room. Still, maybe it's something inside your detached heart. You figure you should help her despite the low, constant purring of the threat.
Okay, water might help her.
The fridge, you open it, and a bottle, you give her.
She places it beside her on your bed after you handed it to her, though, not opening it yet. The droplets on the bottle are going to make the mattress wet, but again, you don't have the heart to stop her from doing so. She just seems to be in a state of shock and won't act rationally. She's not you. She's not as methodical as you are.
"Take your time," you utter, almost not believing the words that just came out of your lips, and you sit in your roller chair. You just watch her hyperventilating and breathing abnormally under the dark night. There's a streak of moonlight being cast through the window, draping over her body. It looks like she's glowing in your room, really.
A voice leaves her lips, eventually. It's unintelligible at first, more like a cry, but they become proper words after a few utterances.
"He, he went out drinking again," she stammers out, almost a whisper. "And he came back," and suddenly, she grabs the hemline of her sweater. You just sit in your chair dumbly. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
Your exhaustion is gone the moment she takes off the sweater. There's a bruise on her right shoulder — purplish, wide, brownish. Her arms look rather muscular for a woman of her size. She adjusts her mask slightly, with most of her face still hidden. You squint your eyes as if questioning the believability of the mark. Not being an expert in the field is detrimental to you, though, so you can do nothing but believe her words for now and wait for her next move. You hope she won't feel too cold against the chill of your AC, with her upper body being just in a piece of bra.
"You have to call the police," you state. It's a logical move for her. It's also for you. She gets shelter, and you get to—
"I can't," she cuts your train of thought shakily, making you branch through the possibilities. Perhaps he has a relation to them — a son, a decorated one. Perhaps they're too incompetent. "They can't get involved in this," she continues, almost crying now. You hear her sniffle, and immediately you hand her a box of tissues from your table. She grabs a few pieces to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Still, with the heart to push the problems away and lingering fear for your safety, you ask, "Do you have friends? Do you have, like, someone you can stay the night with?"
She sniffles a little more. "No," a rather succinct reply with her teary voice, and she just doesn't explain more — no acquaintances, zero friends. It feels more like a stalling process than a genuine answer, as she's now covering herself with your recently washed blanket. You need to probe a bit more.
"What floor do you live on?"
"Third," another blank reply, and it's the fifth here — speaking of logistics.
You poke back, "So, I am selected out of, what, eight floors, then twenty-four rooms to hide from your police boyfriend? That's a bit coincidental, isn't it?" What's twenty-four multiplied by eight again?
She looks up at you, and you can see a glint of anger in her eyes. That was crass, sure, but you can't risk—
"What the fuck? Why, why would you say that?" The sniffles seem to have stopped now. Her voice deservedly becomes a tad more enraged. "Are you saying I deliberately got myself abused by my boyfriend just to whore myself out for you?" and she stands up from the bed, your blanket falling onto your bed. You shake a bit, really. This is the first time tonight that she looks genuinely terrifying—
Okay, wait, you've heard this intonation of the word whore before. You tilt your head slightly. It's definitely recent enough for you to recognize—
Why does the bruise become smeared—
Three trains of thoughts in a row being cut short, and the woman starts laughing — so fucking close to being a hysterical one. You watch her bending backwards slightly as she just screeches out of the depths of her lungs.
Your ugly ass is dragging the group down, whore.
Stella Kim.
Oh, shit.
They have found you.
Your first instinct is to run. The gears in your head are turning as if to devise a plan to get you the fuck out of this premise. Your life is on the line here! The door is almost within your reach — a step away (well, a huge step away). You can punch Stella's face or knock her out in some way (her muscles, however, pose a substantial threat). Maybe you should kill yourself now! (This is the most feasible solution.)
"What do you want?" you ask almost blankly, although not without a tremble in your voice.
"You're smart. I'm impressed, really," Stella says, sauntering towards you like a fucking predator as you remain frozen in your roller chair. The opening of running away becomes diluted with each second that passes. She pulls down her mask and takes off her cap in the same beat, revealing her face that glows against the moonlight. Her blonde hair sways gently with her tentative steps. "We've expected that — figuring me out in, how long?"
You look at the clock beside your bed: 1:42. "Seven minutes," you stammer out, and Stella just chuckles devilishly.
"Seven minutes in heaven!" she exclaims with her celebration hands, tilting her head to the side ever so chillingly. Her expression just sends shivers down your spine like that — the eyes, the laugh, the grinning behind the mask. "So, here's what's going to happen:"
Flatlined — that's your fate. Disappearance, death — there's no leeway or workaround for this. She edges even closer, and you can smell her rosy perfume at this distance. She bends down, and you're face-to-face with her.
"I, no, we," and a sly wink, "are here to send a message, obviously — hearts to hearts — to this super secret society you're in," and she just grins as if impressed by her own group name's drop.
Also, we, she's not here alone?
"I'll let you guess first. What is it?" and Stella giggles mischievously. The tension does not deflate, indeed. The complete control remains in her hands, and inside whoever the collaborator is. Perhaps they're waiting for this grand moment to enter and bury a bullet inside your brain — a gun-to-the-forehead suicide, definitely, maybe plausible.
You don't let an answer escape your lips. You and she both know it by heart.
"Rude!" she utters another reference — so iconic. "Come on, let's have some fun!"
You exercise your right to remain silent despite Stella's status of not-a-cop, tightening your mouth shut stubbornly.
She just gives you this slightly annoyed expression, then, "Tough crowd, fine. So," and she takes a deep breath. "You're going to be a flatliner after tonight!" she presents rather proudly. Imagine a salesperson selling a promotion; she's like that right now.
"But—"
"Who the fuck said it's up for negotiation," Stella growls, and you jolt back with the sudden aggression. "God, you're lucky I haven't strangled you to death yet."
There's this scoff from the other side of the door — a dangerous presence, an observant. (At least) two against one — you're against the world here.
Stella's arms look muscular enough compared to your lanky frame. Again, you won't stand a chance against her. A headbutt might suffice for a few seconds of daze, slash stunned. It's a somewhat sound combat move, really, but it takes more than, well, a few seconds to open the door and get the fuck out of here.
(Then, there's another figure with a silenced pistol in front of your door. There's no escape without your mortality being discontinued, really.)
"We're here to have some fun, still," Stella diminishes the tension slightly with her remarks, despite the looming dread, despite the power in her hands. It's not the exact case of a threat being completely nullified by the aggressor themself, but your body relaxes a bit. You feel like you can be a tad cockier and more playful with her, even if you're unsure how the hell it's going to benefit you.
You tilt your head slightly, clicking your tongue to indicate your willpower to fight, at least mentally. "And that is?"
Stella just smirks at you as if promising a predicament. "I'm not the best at explaining things, so," and she takes a deep breath before yelling at the door to her unknown teammate, "Alright, showtime!"
This needs a little more environmental storytelling to show that your dorm uses a keycard system. Therefore, whoever enters a room must've acquired its matching key. A part of you wishes that whoever is standing in front of the door will just kick it open with sheer force, because the method of hacking and the beeping sound of your door unlocking are much, much more terrifying. It's a disturbance to your ever-perfect cadence, at least until you're done with college.
The light from outside glows against Stella's teammate's back menacingly. At first, you cannot see their face properly. They step into the room, letting the moonlight cast across their features ever so slowly. Each second that passes fills you with horror as the identity of the figure becomes clear. Oh, what a dramatic entrance!
Jeong Hyerin.
So, both SM and Modhaus have found you. Hyerin may have a gun holstered on her belt, ready to plant a metal pellet in your brain, splattering blood everywhere on your table. The assumption is overly pessimistic, yes, but with the risk involved in your field, you can't help—
"Fucking bitch," Hyerin cuts over your train of thoughts flatly. God, how many times has that happened today? Also, that utterance of fucking is definitely matching the cadence you've heard in the clip. It's really her: glasses, white shirt, dark-colored slacks.
You bite your lip, seeking something to hold on to. Your hands are balled into small, trembling fists on the armrests. "Just, just kill me, will you?" you mutter shakily. "Make it quick, for fuck's sake." Oh, you don't sound firm at all. Two grim reapers are standing in front of you in your own room, ready to take your soul to the blazing netherworld.
Hyerin scoffs as Stella watches expectantly with hands on her hips, still in just a bra and a pair of brown slacks. Well, your death is much less grandiose than you've expected — quiet, vengeance-ridden, too soon. Heroism is nowhere to be found here, just a guy existing as another job to wrap up for the entertainment industry. The women's eyes are filled with brimming lust for more power despite already having an abundant advantage. You close your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the impending doom.
"As Stella said," Hyerin starts, "we're here just to send a message. The matter of life and death will be there," and she moves closer until you can smell her perfume, classier than Stella's, "if you choose to ignore it — discard it, dismiss it."
You gulp, a little confused by the entire ordeal as you open your eyes again. "So, so you're not here to kill me?"
Stella chuckles, relieving the tension somewhat, though fiendishly enough to keep you on edge. "Not yet! We're just here to warn you. The next time won't be as pleasant as this!" she says with a glint of cheerfulness in her voice — not funny — and she cups your face, eliciting a flinch from you. Her hand feels soft against your cheek. "I'm sure you're smart enough, right?" she teases, running her hand down your quivering body sitting on the roller chair — neck, chest, stomach — and she just lingers there, circling around your belly button. There's some implication to be drawn from this — the physical contact — but you're not assuming it too quickly, not while your fatality is actively being tossed around as a trivial topic.
Ready to accept all of their demands, you choke out, "Fine, I won't leak the video!"
"Every video," Hyerin adds, winking. "We have all of your details now — SM, Modhaus, JYP, Hybe. I've heard that the bounty hunters are waiting for their moment."
Your breath hitches at the thought of yourself becoming their target, sitting in the place of the stars you've preyed upon for the last three years.
"And we're not hesitating to use them for the greater good," she tells you with a shrug, with a head tilt. The whole matter seems to be so unimportant to her — a job, a task, a prey. Stella is grinning along with Hyerin's threat as well, still raking her painted nail around your belly button on the flimsy fabric tentatively. The action locks you in your place — an elusive restraint you can't break free from. Hyerin continues, eyes burning with power over you, "So, a simple question for you: do you wanna live to see another day?"
"Yes," you utter instantly.
"Good boy," Stella calls, eyes raking over your feeble body that's sinking into the chair. You feel a pang of something you can't quite name forming in your heart. There's this little strain under the fabric on your lower half.
Oh, shit.
Really?
Stella's eyes find it in a heartbeat, and you can only close your eyes and grit your teeth. You know she's fucking smiling. You know she's eyeing it akin to a prize. You know she's going to make you her plaything for tonight.
"What do we have here? Does someone like being called a good boy?" Stella remarks coyly, trailing her finger down towards your crotch. "Or is that a gun pointing at us?"
You feel a harsh flick on it that makes you jolt, probably Hyerin. "Bitch boy slut." Yeah, it was definitely her. You feel yourself pulse against the strain of your pyjama trousers — twitching, surely leaking. This is indubitably wrong — arousal under threat. You aren't supposed to be like this! It's probably the case that the allure of being cruelly beaten and humiliated by a woman (or in this case: women, two of them) is finally getting to your fortified mind.
Stella gasps in faux-shock and artificial fear. "Be careful, Hyerin! It might be an ICA19 Silverballer from the Hitman World of Assassination franchise!"
Hyerin does not say a thing except a scoff, instead blanketing your bulge with her warm breath. You keep leaking and twitching pathetically under the fabric, so needy, so eager to be freed. Hyerin hums, satisfied with your conflicted antics of avoiding eye contact while yearning for their touch. "Should fit in my mouth perfectly."
"And mine too!" Stella chimes in enthusiastically, and in an instant, your pyjama pants are yanked down your legs. Cold — that's the first sensation you feel on your legs. And when you open your eyes, you're greeted with the sight of Hyerin on her knees, ogling you with boiling desire. Fuck, she's even licking her lips at the sight of you. Her breath mingles on your skin. Stella kneels beside her promptly, and here you are: sitting in your ergonomic chair with two of your now-former victims about to suck your hard, dripping cock. Your hands are clutching your armrest tightly, unable to leave the premises at your will.
Your mind wanders towards the about-to-happen: Hyerin and Stella slobbering and perhaps making out on your cock; spit drenching your shaft obscenely. You're still shell-shocked by the sudden conclusion of your wicked slice of life, but at least their smiles and eagerness to swallow your dick are soothing the pain of that.
To establish, never have you been surrounded by two women of such stature to wrap their lips around your cock before. Spending most of your out-of-class time in your room really helps your dating life flourish and propel you through the hierarchy of college in this post-COVID world — zero matches, zero talking stages, zero girls.
Cutting back, Hyerin doesn't wait for formalities, instead wrapping her lips around the tip of your cock with immediacy. You shriek instinctively at the warmth of her mouth — so wet, so tight — and you moan pitifully into the chilly air of your own room. Your nails are digging into the armrests desperately. You roll your eyes to the back of your head under the punishing pleasure. They're everything good boys would do when they get their cocks sucked, really.
Stella keeps the situation from being predictable, and she starts squeezing your balls in a fashion that does not exude mercy at all. It's mixed feelings down there — Hyerin's heat and Stella's sentence. The sensation is undoubtedly a barrage on your nerves, breaking and rewiring them over and over again. Your vision is all blurry from the overstimulation, and the women become these blobs of blue-like colors in the night.
Your body quivers even more as Hyerin starts taking you in deeper towards her constricting throat. Her tongue lies flat against the underside of your cock, heightening the sensation to keep this from being an ordinary session — not another blowjob! She keeps sliding her lips down your length eagerly, eyes definitely locking with yours despite the daunting (your last grasp of words to put you in control) size of your dick. So, you try to concentrate on her with the last drop of your willpower. It's a success, and you get to see Jeong Hyerin's mouth enfolding around your cock without a single ounce of leniency for your mind that's about to break.
"Isn't she a wonderful cocksucker?" Stella teases, pressing her fingers on your ballsack a tad harsher. The pain is even more prominent than before. Hyerin's throat and lips are still subsidizing it with bliss at least. "Dick-sucking lips, cute eyes, leader vibes — how could you not submit to her?" and Stella pouts just to emphasize her point.
(Caveat: the writer doesn't know what the hell he's talking about right now — Stella pouting to emphasize her point, subsidizing it with bliss. Shit's messy as hell.)
You keep shifting out of the blending sensations in your ergonomic working chair. It creaks and rotates lightly along with your body, but there's still not enough force to break it into pieces from your weight, thankfully. Again, Hyerin's orifice and Stella's palm are working on your entire cock in tandem — the heat, the texture, the aggression in their words earlier. Everything about them just feels so right, even if you're being flatlined after tonight.
Long gone is the junior-year student who puts ethereal-looking idols in jeopardy, replaced by a bitch boy slut who's getting his dick sucked by his targets-turned-hunters.
Your tip reaches Hyerin's throat, eventually. You can feel her contracting around the sensitivity of it. There are these choking, retching sounds coming from her larynx. Her doe eyes are getting wetter with the intimidating (again, your words) size of your cock. At Jeong Hyerin's height of 162 centimeters, it translates into a smaller orifice and a shallower mouth, resulting in less capacity to take your cock. Still, that also means her mouth will feel unbelievably tight for you, and you'll just be moaning and writhing in your comfortable chair with that unforgiving warmth.
There's still this soft whir of your air conditioner working against the spring heat outside, but it's now obscenely sprinkled by the squelching sounds of Hyerin choking and Stella encouraging her cocksucking endeavor and taunting you with filthy words. There are also the pathetic wails from your lungs, but you're too dazed and confused to consider that right now.
Hyerin stops, finally, pulling herself away from your cock. She doesn't cough, leaving just a trail of her saliva linking her lips and you together. The sight is your dick being awfully lathered with her clear spit, shining against the moonlight akin to a sacred object (it really is). You're twitching and leaking precum pitifully under the serene nocturne. Your chest heaves up and down frantically with your uneven breaths. The women won't let you stop just here, still. You're not getting away with your crimes so easily.
Stella scoots into Hyerin's position as the latter gives her the place, wiping her lips and attempting to regain her composure after your cock left a mark in her esophagus. Stella lets go of your now-bruised balls before she flashes her wet tongue at you, hot breath mingling on your drenched-with-Hyerin's-spit cock. God, the view is just so fucking pornographic.
Not the eyes rolling up as well, shit.
"Do you want me to suck your cock as well, baby boy?" Stella quips, tongue almost touching your hardness. "Do you want me to whore my lips out on you?" and the intonation remains as confident as ever — that seductive cadence, that recurred utterance of whore just to prove a point of unyielding dominance against you. You can't do anything to resist that power, really.
Awfully desperate, you respond promptly, "Yes, Stella," and there's a please as well — polite.
Stella hums approvingly, drawing a line up the underside of your sizable erection with her red-painted nails. It twitches with boiling need and a handful amount of appetite for her mouth. "You said the magic word! Alright, consider this your birthday present!"
Your birthday is in—
"Fuck!"
Standing two inches, or five centimeters, taller than Hyerin, Stella can definitely take more of your cock before she makes these ugly sounds from her throat (in the case that the math is correct). The sensation does not feel much different from that of Hyerin's — still warm, still wet, still completely tight. Some personal touch would be Stella's hand jerking you off around the base and humming into your taut flesh. It's stylish, less totalitarian than Hyerin's lack of flair.
You're still making stupid noises in your chair. The wheels are rolling softly against the floor as Stella pushes her mouth deeper and deeper on your pathetic erection induced by the threats on your mortality. She looks at you with her smug eyes. She just knows that this is a one-way street of their dominance and your submission (such a basic analogy).
On the side, Hyerin recollects herself and starts unbuttoning your shirt. You protest with nothing from your vocal cords. (Well, there are still weakly expressed moans, of course.) She takes off the upper half of your pyjamas in a practiced motion, and eventually, you're naked and goosebumps-ridden in your chilly room, cock completely used and abused by your subjects of almost-dishonor.
Hyerin sings, "You're so pliable, bitch boy, manageable," circling her black-painted nails around your hardening nipples and making you shriek. "Thought you'd be stronger, to be honest."
The lack of muscles is clear and prominent on your body — arms, abdomen, legs. Gym isn't your commonplace, not really. Running and weightlifting consume too much time for you — changing clothes, carrying a water bottle, and the terrifying distance of five hundred meters from your dorm. Look where it got you, getting your cock sucked by two idols you were about to expose to the entirety of South Korea. What a horror!
Dick buried inside Stella's mouth and utterly ashamed of your physical attributes, you stammer out a plea, "Can you please just make me cum and leave? I can't do this anymore."
Stella chuckles against your cock, spit leaking out from the tight space between her lips and your skin. And beside her, Hyerin gives you a blank expression before saying, "Then you should've considered the consequences of your actions, perhaps?" and she grabs your chin to crane your neck towards her face. Her eyes lock with yours firmly. "You're fucking lucky the upper echelons sent us first."
You just give Hyerin a soft whimper, unable to undercut her point. You've never been a good debater during your time on Earth.
Hyerin retreats herself to a spot beside choking Stella, watching her lathering your cock with spit intently. Hyerin doesn't push her friend's head down to give you more pleasure inside the tight esophagus, instead running her nails on your taint ever so slowly just to overwhelm you.
"Shit, fuck," you groan, doing your best not to wake your neighbors up at two in the morning. Hyerin smiles wickedly as she patiently waits for her baton from Stella.
After a short while of retching sounds, Stella releases your dick from the confines of her warm throat, and you just slump weakly into your roller chair — shaking, pulsing, twitching. You hear the women scoffing at the lump of flesh called you.
"Two deepthroats and you give up? Really?" Stella asks with a tad of raspiness decorating her voice. If you're not having your soul sucked to the point where you question your life choices now, you'd find it sexy.
"Weak ass," Hyerin utters. You're still too exhausted to dispute the claim.
"Should we show him that we've reconciled?" Stella quips before a giggle leaves her lips. Where are they going with this? "I'm so sorry for calling you that. I think you're beautiful, Hyerin."
Hyerin sighs ironically, then: "Me too! I think you're not being a bad influence on the girls. You're perfect as you are, Stella."
You open your eyes to see the girls looking at each other tenderly in front of your leaking cock. Stella pouts. Hyerin pouts.
"Can I kiss you?" Stella asks, pointing a finger to her lips. They're a little thinner than Hyerin's, you observe, but speaking in an awfully lusty haze, she probably has the best lips compared to Carmen, Jiwoo, and Yuha.
Hyerin tilts her head a bit. "Sure!" and she leans in towards Stella, only to be halted abruptly by the latter's finger.
Stella looks at you with pretend sympathy before saying, "Does baby boy wanna get involved? Attendance? Participation?"
You nod profusely and stupidly at them, immediately regaining the energy to press your lips against theirs. You sit yourself back up properly on the chair—
Stella's lips land on your cock promptly, placing your body into a melting point from the right. Then, Hyerin joins her from the other side without another word. You moan raucously from the depths of your lungs as you feel their flesh on your dick. Within your blurry vision, you see their lips touching on top of your shaft. The sensation is unreal, heavenly even.
Again, to tell it simply, they're making out and settling their earlier controversies on your cock.
Giving them some distinctiveness, Hyerin's kissing style feels more aggressive, as if to consume you entirely with just her mouth. There's this hunger to dominate and conquer you on the left-hand side. Her spit gets sprayed everywhere on your length. Stella, literally, on the other hand, remains sensual and a bit more playful than her ex-adversary. She seems to be more controlled of her movements and saliva management — not so messy, not so outwardly hungry. They're making you shake uncontrollably, regardless of their styles of blowjobs.
"I love you, Jeong Hyerin," Stella quips, eyes shut.
"I love you too, Stella Kim," Hyerin utters in a similar fashion.
Their wetness and warmth, as nature has designed, are propelling you towards the precipice. The sight helps a whole lot as well, again: two idols making out with tongues on your erection in the middle of the night. Hyerin's dick-sucking lips and Stella's hot mouth — they're making your mind go completely, totally haywire. Your fingers dig into the armrests of your chair badly as your toes curl helplessly between the girls. There'll be remnants of debauchery after this, surely.
It's only a matter of time before you explode between their lips, shooting spurts of semen onto the floor. Hyerin and Stella show zero signs of halting their obscene activity on your cock. Stella's hands unbutton her jeans down below before she slips her hand under her panties, jilling herself while sucking you off. You hear her moan needily on your length. Hyerin's focus remains on you, however, placating the dispute with Stella with full concentration of her leader-coded mind. What a single-minded woman!
There are a few more unintelligible utterances from your lips. The ache inside your thighs grows rapidly with the feelings and the gorgeous view. Your balls tighten under their pillowy lips making out on the shaft. Time to cum!
Hyerin seems to sense it, though, and she pulls back from your dick abruptly. The act leaves you in the unfulfilled high of pre-orgasm. Stella keeps kissing the right side of your cock for a heartbeat. Perhaps she realizes the absence of Hyerin's plumpness, and she releases your cock from the heaven between her mouth. Of course, you frustratedly groan into the air that's now starting to reek of sex.
"What the fuck?"
Hyerin laughs almost wickedly. You try to jerk yourself off with your hand only to be stopped by hers — firmly held, locked, chained.
"You really think we're gonna just let you cum that easily, bitch boy?" Hyerin taunts, flicking your length with her fingers. It swings from side to side pathetically.
Stella piles on the misery, pouting. "Ladies first," she sings, standing up from the floor to reveal her half-undone jeans — unzipped, unbuttoned.
Hyerin gets up as well, still holding your hand from jerking off and finishing the tormenting deed. "Get on the fucking bed," she scowls, and you jolt up suddenly from your chair. Hyerin doesn't let you react to her decree, though. Instead, she manhandles you with her trained strength at once and pushes you face-first onto the mattress. You flip yourself over on the bed, watching them strip themselves of their clothes before you.
As the clothes come off, you do your best to resist the urge to relieve yourself at the sight of their exposed bodies. Your hand tries once or twice, only to be attacked by mean looks from the women. "Don't you fucking dare," Hyerin commands.
In a heartbeat, Hyerin and Stella become naked in front of you. They don't give time for you to ogle their features, of course, rather approaching your bare body with haste at the same time under the moonlight shining from outside.
At the first contact, you feel Hyerin's supple tits press against the right side of your chest. Her lips look even more fitting for a dick-sucking session when you're eye-to-eye (and through a layer of lens) with her. She circles your taut nipple with her nail, making you shriek under the chilly air. Stella, also still in her glasses, lands on you a tad farther from your face. Her hand caresses your flat tummy languidly, humming approvingly as if satisfied with your lack of physicality.
"Should've hit the gym, baby," Stella breezes, moving up your frame until she's level with Hyerin. "You're like a fucking chopstick," then Stella flexes her arm. It does look strong and muscular.
"Undisciplined, yet you're still trying to expose us. So hypocritical," Hyerin adds, teasing her thumb on your thin lips. Stella joins as well, hovering her thumb over your mouth, baiting for your lips to part.
The absolute lack of agency, their insults, and the prospect of their fingers in your mouth make you twitch down there needily. They don't notice, but you know they are fully aware of the effect they're having on you — debuff, influence, dominance.
"Does my baby boy wanna suck my finger?" Stella teases with a pout, running her digit on your parted lips. You stick your tongue out, trying to get a taste. Dissatisfaction comes forth, though, as she and Hyerin just pull their thumbs away from your orifice. Your frail abs are not helping you sit up from the mattress to chase their hands as well, resulting in you falling onto your bed with a thud.
"Really bad boy," Stella playfully sneers, giggling at another reference that's being made.
"You're much, much worse than we thought," Hyerin coos. "What a nasty little slut."
You whine disappointedly at the delayed gratification and Hyerin's epithet, cock pulsing pitifully against the thick air of your room. The need to be sexually satisfied keeps soaring with their denials. It's tormenting, and you're not sure how long you could resist it before your mind is shattered under them.
"Please," you beg pathetically. The message is received, indeed, as Stella gives you a mischievous grin, and Hyerin tilts her head a little.
"Please, what, baby boy?" Stella asks, wiggling her hand in front of your face mockingly. "You want something in your mouth?"
You whine, then: "Your fingers, please." You just sound so deplorable — completely exploited and broken — but the shame is deflected by the need for their digits inside your mouth. God, to get a taste of their smooth flesh, it would be more addictive than anything that has ever graced your tongue.
Stella laughs, almost tenderly, if not for the mocking edge. You know the cadence to be kind, and it's just almost there. She turns to Hyerin for a question: "Should we let him suck our fingers?"
Hyerin does not hesitate to give a yes as a reply. You can feel that there's this blazing need to corrupt you wholly in her eyes (even if you are already, and utterly rotten), and she just does nothing to resist that desire. She's letting it take over her soul, letting it be her second nature with you, letting you be on the receiving end of her craving for authority.
Then, the thumbs you've been craving disappear into the space between your lips, and God, for the first time tonight, you feel like a pure, unfiltered, unrestrained slut.
It's mostly the taste of their hand creams that fills your mouth, mixed with the raw scent of their sweat and skin. Nevertheless, your cock responds to the confusing flavor by twitching eagerly under the cold air of your own dorm room. You close your eyes shut just to feel their thumbs with more intensity. You've learned from somewhere that turning a sense off results in the others being heightened, and you get to apply the knowledge to sucking Jeong Hyerin's and Stella Kim's thumbs like a—
"Bitch," Hyerin growls, shifting on top of you slightly. Her chest is pressed against yours on the right side — supple, soft — and you kind of wish that you'll get to slot your cock between her tits after finishing with her digit, fully drenching it with your spit. "Maybe you'll get more than our fingers if you are a good bitch boy slut for us."
You fall into decadence that easily, really, as you just reply to Hyerin's scathing insults with: "I'm a good bitch boy slut for you, Miss Jeong."
(With Hyerin's and Stella's thumbs exploring your warm mouth, you're pronouncing it pretty clearly and easily understood. That's something to be admired.)
Stella whines softly. "You're a good bitch boy slut just for Miss Jeong?" she asks with this tiny tinge of disappointment at your choice of words. "What about—"
"I'm a good bitch boy slut for you too, Miss Kim," you utter clearly again before she gets to finish her question.
Stella makes this aw sound out of fondness. Your tongue keeps twirling and licking their digits with overflowing determination from your beating heart, and the girls just hum with approval as you become their proper bitch boy slut.
"I think he deserves more than this. Do you agree, Stella?"
A moment of thinking from Stella, then: "Perchance. Should we play with his natural dildo now?"
Natural dildo — what a fucking way to put it.
Regardless of the name of itself, though, your cock twitches with anticipation of their body pleasuring your cock eagerly and dominantly. Hyerin is the first to pull her thumb out of your mouth, leaving a lewd string of your spit linking your lips and her hand. It's the same image with Stella on your left side, and now, your mouth just feels so empty. You need their digits back, even if they're still on top of your body. You open your eyes again to see Hyerin and Stella looking at each other, thinking, devising a plan to ruin you into an irreparable state of mind.
"I wanna spit into his mouth before we, like, ride him," Hyerin starts, blowing a small bubble with her saliva at Stella — so indecent, so enchanting.
"Okay, me too! Open your mouth, baby boy," Stella approves promptly as she turns to you, and you can do nothing but loosen your jaw at the declared decree. You roll your tongue out to accept their fluid.
Stella starts first. You hear her gathering the spit inside her mouth. You watch her cheeks move from side to side, preparing your appetizer for tonight. Hyerin does so as well. Her mouth movements are weirder than Stella's, but you are awfully well-equipped for their essence, nonetheless.
After a few breaths, Stella breaks the waiting game. "Okay, rate it on a scale of five stars!" and she hovers her mouth over yours. She creates a narrow slit with her lips, and you see her spit falling from her mouth into yours. Of course, you accept it gleefully.
Your dick pulses in the air wildly the moment her taste explodes on your tongue. It's full of her mint toothpaste from earlier, you assume. The texture is nothing but smooth on the tongue. She's perfect, really. Your toes curl with the pleasure and satisfaction of drinking Stella Kim's dirty (and minty) spit. She watches you with a smile above your face, at one point caressing your cheek even, and you just swallow her down your throat.
"How many stars, baby boy?" Stella asks lovingly.
Without hesitation, unanimously between all of your brain cells, "Five stars, Miss Kim," and she laughs on top of you, giving you one last rub on your temple before giving the spotlight to Hyerin.
"How the fuck am I supposed to beat that?" Hyerin jokes. "Maybe I'll just place my spit on your tongue. What do you say, bitch boy?"
You nod profusely and stupidly at the offer. And for the second time, Hyerin doesn't wait for formalities, instead diving straight onto your thin lips with her plumpness — a kiss, messy, full of saliva.
Hyerin's flavor is saltier, likely from the salt toothpaste you've seen on television. Her hands cup your face, fingers digging into your cheeks with an aggression that almost becomes painful. Your dick turns into this leaky, sentient joystick down below. Hyerin pushes her tongue into your mouth, and you just let her do it without an ounce of resistance. Your toes curl as the sound of wet lips clashing into each other rings inside your ear — obscene, filthy, debased. Her tongue wrestles with yours and becomes a fight for dominance inside your mouth. Stella hums from her throat at the romantic sight, running her hand on your strained body with care.
(Speaking of the fight, it's Hyerin's rout, can barely be called a competition, really.)
"Can I join?" Stella asks from the side, and Hyerin moves a bit to create a space for her into a three-way kiss instantly.
Kissing two people at the same time is quite a hassle, especially when you're the primary target that's under complete submission. They will constantly try to invade your mouth with their dexterous tongues. And for now, you feel completely overwhelmed by Jeong Hyerin's and Stella Kim's tongues and lips and eagerness for you. They keep moaning into your mouth desperately — their nasty little bitch boy slut — and you can only do your best to treat both of them at the same time with your thin lips.
The kiss goes on for a while — overwhelming, drenched, sensational. More and more precum leaks out of your slit, and you swear that you feel a sizable pool of it on your crotch already. Hyerin and Stella keep kissing you skilfully and ardently — passionate, unadulterated, commanding. Their hands are getting more wanton and wanting for the ownership over your pliant little bitch boy slut of a body. They're roaming all over your abdomen, leaving trails and trails of fire in their wake.
Hyerin pulls away from the mess, finally, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and Stella follows a heartbeat later, leaving you hungry for more of their pillowy lips to be on yours. You attempt to sit up, though only to be reality-checked by your non-existent abs, and the girls just giggle cruelly at you failing to act on desire.
"There's so many things we can do tonight, baby boy," Stella says, still chuckling. "Such a shame that you can cum for us just once," and she frowns, apparently disappointed by the nature of your penis.
You want to deflect, to protest, but never have you cum twice in rapid succession before — a double tap that never happened. There have been attempts to achieve such a feat, though you could never resist the post-orgasm oversensitivity. So, there's just your silence persisting through their solemn looks at your pathetic, erect, and single-use cock.
There exists an optimal coordination while considering your ability to cum only once while the sex drives between yourselves are high. You don't have headcanons about these women, still. In your endeavor to expose their doings for personal luxury, you've been too greedy to form any opinion regarding their bodies, so you'll have to just ride along with whatever position and power dynamic (which is crystal right now that you're as good as six feet under) they put you in.
"Maybe you can fuck my ass — zero pregnancy risk," Stella proposes with a grin, biting gently at her finger. "Hyerin's ass would feel better on your face."
Hyerin doesn't say no to Stella, and she gets up from you suddenly. Her tits look utterly audacious under the soft light and dark shadow — so voluptuous, so supple, so eager for your touch. And obviously, you reach forward for her, albeit only to have your hands parried away by Stella's — perfect timing, zero damage done.
"Really bad boy," Stella scolds with a hint of mischief in her voice and a bit of reused reference, and she gets up from your abdomen. Her chest is on the smaller side compared to Hyerin, nipples already erect with need. Still, you cherish every kind of breast equally, really.
(You're not reaching for Stella's chest this time, though — lesson learned from her earlier deflection.)
"You have lube, right?" Hyerin asks, placing her weight on your ribs through her hands a bit forcefully. She's pinning you in your place, and the lack of freedom to move and breathe kind of gets you going more, to be honest.
You stutter out, "Yeah, it's in the," and you point towards your nightstand's drawer. Stella promptly opens the wooden cabinet and grabs your unused silicone-based lubricant, ready to lather it all over your cock. Then, she squeezes a sizable portion of liquid out of the bottle before enveloping your shaft with her hands to paint it with the clear, thick wetness.
On the other side, Hyerin mindlessly rakes her dark nails over your upper body, not harsh enough to cause pain, giving you euphoric shivers on top of the room's chill. She keeps licking her lips hungrily, and she looks hot doing that, really. Stella said it a few minutes before: Hyerin's dick-sucking lips, and you're agreeing with that wholeheartedly now, finally seeing them in action in front of your eyes. Despite being without makeup, Hyerin's lips look utterly plump and thick. It's no wonder that you were converted into a whore for her with those around your length earlier — such a pair of mind-breaking lips, a pair to die for.
(Okay, maybe the glasses play a part as well — both Hyerin and Stella. They just look unbelievably hot naked and in specs.)
Hyerin seems to catch your attentive eyes after a while, ogling at her lips without a tinge of decency.
"You want this around your cock again, bitch boy?" Hyerin asks, pointing at her mouth with nothing but pure derision for you.
You nod silently for Hyerin, only to be met with a scoff.
"I'm not tasting the lube," she denies cruelly, resulting in a disappointed whine from you.
On your left, Stella climbs on top of your lower half, lining up her asshole with your wet cock. It's not without preparation, still. Hyerin watches amusedly as your cock is pressed flat against your tummy. A teaser, one might call it. Stella Kim's asshole is about to tighten and milk your cock, and your desire for it can be heightened through whatever she's doing on your lap right now — sliding back and forth on your dick before letting it enter her. You feel the entrance to her ass run past your cock repeatedly, and that friction pushes you closer to the explosion a little more.
"You should fit inside me, baby boy," Stella half-whines, half-encourages. "Such a big cock for a little man."
That's quite a compliment. Your heart flutters at her words and whatever.
Hyerin doesn't add to the conversation. She mounts your face in an instant, suffocating your nose with her sensitive taint, closing your mouth with her pussy, blinding your eyes with her meaty ass. Her scent completely overwhelms you — musky, slightly sweaty. You feel the salt on your tongue that's darting out to taste her, and Hyerin moans at the contact. There's a technique to be done for her, of course — focus on the clit, keep the pace steady — though Hyerin seems to be overly sensitive to your flesh.
"Fucking splendid fucktoy," Hyerin whines, and she begins grinding on your face instantaneously. You start to feel her arousal painting over your face in a line — a kind of masculine makeup, to call. Your tongue laps her cunt in a deliberate, consistent rhythm, tasting her fluid that's slowly being gushed out and coating both of you — her folds and your face. Desperate, you reach for her ass bared before your eyes, though your arms are met with Hyerin's restraining force onto the mattress immediately. So, you can only try to focus on the swollen nub located just above her hole. Apparently, it requires much, much more proficiency in the field to concentrate your efforts on the clit. You're lucky that Hyerin's pleasure is triggered rather easily.
Down below, Stella decelerates her pace of sliding on your cock, eliciting a whine out of your lips into Hyerin's cunt as the warm bliss fades. Stella lifts herself off you, though, before she fiddles with your moistened joystick at all the angles possible. She's seemingly lost in the newfound ability to rotate it around the base. (It's fun to play with, to be honest.) Still, your mouth is too busy to declare your ineptitude to wait any longer for Stella Kim's snug hole, fully silenced by Jeong Hyerin's wet cunt.
After a few breaths of Hyerin's scent and your face being a tad messier, you finally jolt at the sensation of Stella's entrance resting at your tip. She hums, satisfied with your cock inching close to her asshole. "God, you're so big. It's gonna split me open so good," Stella coos with her honeyed voice. "Bet you wanna knock me up. Am I right, baby boy?"
You only make unintelligible sounds against Hyerin's damp folds as a yes, and you hear a chuckle from Stella down there.
"You're so hellbent on ruining my life, aren't you? Almost exposing me for peanuts, then trying to put a baby in my womb — so fucking determined!" Stella rambles in apparent frustration at your behavior. You can only moan whorishly against Hyerin's meaty thighs. "Guess what? You get just my asshole instead for being one!" she huffs rather dramatically.
Stella's tightness is many things: dreamlike, unbelievable, extraordinary. These adjectives should be used for something else instead, say, a piece of art — a film, an album, a painting. Somehow, though, you find them fully fitting to describe the tight, fleshy heaven that is Stella Kim's asshole.
Your tongue remains as diligent as ever on Hyerin's pussy, of course, while Stella's warmth welcomes you gleefully as though she has been preparing herself for your fat cock. There are these squelching sounds down below from the lube on your dick, and you can do nothing but whimper pathetically against Hyerin's frame as your nerves are torn apart by Stella's anal opening.
Stella pushes and pushes herself down your cock to envelop it fully inside her hole. The warmth and tightness are just heavenly, empathically beating your right hand. That feeling is heightened into a richer experience with Hyerin's cunt on your handsome face. She's suffocating you with her (positively) fat ass and blinding you completely, shutting down one of your sensory instruments.
There's a hum from Stella. "You're so big, my baby boy," and a grunt when she starts to move back and forth with your length still buried deep inside her snugness. You think it can be better: her moving her ass up and down your cock, letting the wet friction deliver you to paradise. The grinding feels good, still.
"I kinda wanna try this dildo now, to be honest," Hyerin scoffs, pressing her pussy on your face a little harsher as she keeps moving. "Maybe session number two in the shower?"
Oh, you're going to be completely dry by sunrise.
The tip of your nose is mashed a bit, resulting in breathing difficulty on your end. Your willpower remains intact despite this minor inconvenience. Your tongue is as eager as ever to lavish Hyerin's arousal juice and make her moan with your dedication.
Down below, Stella gets a bit more brazen with her movements. Her actions become these slow bounces on your cock. They start lazily, surely, and you can properly feel her warm, tight walls fluttering around your cock this way, so adamant on milking your balls into a state of drought. "It's so fucking girthy, God," she rasps needily into the cold air. "Fucking tearing my ass open."
Then, Stella quickens her sinful moves. Her languid bounces turn faster and more intense. You feel the muscles of her inner walls hugging your cock so tightly that it's making your body tremble furiously under her and Hyerin. And despite everything — every sensation you're feeling — you can only spew out profanities along the lines of fuck and shit into Hyerin's ass as a form of expression. At least they seem to be receptive to your words and hasten their depraved exercises on your body, using you as another ride — a living fucktoy, an explosive object, a warm dildo-slash-vibrator.
(Caveat: the writer has no more analogies to compare your body to — creatively stuck, to put it simply.)
Hyerin's pussy quivers around your tongue, gushing out more and more sticky, clear juice onto your lips and tongue. She moans wantonly into the air of your room, and you're not so sure whether it reeks of sex now. Regarding her being vocally energetic, it's not a case of an actual contrast against her personality earlier, but seems like a complement to each other. You feel Hyerin's pulse throbbing against your face — beat, beat. Her thighs lock your head in place without any consideration of the possibility that she'll snap it clean off your neck. (Though, you're not really troubled by the notion. Like Holly Humberstone said: to die with them here is to die happy.)
A little groundwork for establishing your sexual activities — you get the idea of women's escalation in their expressions as they're about the reach their climaxes. You've read about it from quite a number of sources, with and without intent. And right now, you're rather ecstatic to apply that knowledge over Hyerin's and Stella's orgasms grinding and bouncing on your body, using it as a living canvas for their holes.
So, Hyerin is rubbing her cunt on your face as fast as she can. It's the speed she can go without exhausting herself on top of you (though still with disregard to your ability to lavish her nectar). Her moans grow mindless and debauched with the seconds that pass, and you can feel her folds clenching above your lips needily. It's a lot, surely, but you'd be awfully stupid to announce a session termination right now.
Stella remains vigorous in bouncing on your cock. Her walls contract around your length powerfully, drawing moans and whines out of your vocal cords with each time she moves. You can feel her ass latching onto the entire surface area of your length, not wanting to let go as Stella shifts. Each heave of her asshole on your cock snaps and rewires your nerves mercilessly in the cold air. The sound she's making from her throat grows louder and more depraved, and right now, the room becomes this tightly packed capsule of sinful stimuli under the moonlight.
"I'm gonna cum," Stella announces — whiny, reckless with the volume — but fuck the neighbors (and Stella's ass), really. Her hands grab your legs, perhaps bending her body backwards at an angle. She's fucking herself with your cock at a pace that's making your brain go haywire — the friction, the tightness, the warmth. You're never jerking yourself off without thinking of Stella Kim's perfectly snug asshole again.
Hyerin doesn't declare a thing — none of that I'm close nonsense — but you can sense her impending calamity building up against your face as she rides you with greater ferocity. Those breaths are going more and more frantic. Her thick thighs tremble against your cheeks in a mania. She's about to unleash torrents of her girlcum into your mouth, and dazed and confused and all lusted-out like this, you're quenching your thirst with all that she has.
To do it conveniently, there's this tsunami raging from afar. It's about to strike you in just a matter of heartbeats, making your body stiffen under the women helplessly as your cock paints Stella's insides with your cum. You can't announce, of course, utterly muted by Hyerin's pretty pussy brushing your face with slickness. The glee of participation is still there, at least — to be a vessel for the pleasure of two women.
You don't babble nonsense anymore, just pressing your tongue hard against Hyerin's cunt. It's the same response for each iteration: you lick, she moans, her moans spur you on, yadda yadda about the other lesser details. The notes fall into their places perfectly for you and Hyerin, and the same goes for you and Stella. Her asshole is tight — fact. Your cock is big — debatable. You two can't find your rhythm — bullshit. Everything is synchronized, just at the cost of half your life. It falls into a cliché of living a double life, but that's the best you can compare it to at this moment.
It approaches a little sooner that you've expected, and you gain this urge to hold on to something while you ride your climax out inside Stella. The instinct points towards something meaty enough for your fingers to bury themselves into fully. Therefore, your hands latch onto the globes of Hyerin's (again, positively) fat ass, and she groans exasperatedly.
"Fuck, grope my ass like that, bitch boy," Hyerin screeches — huffy — followed by moans that are blending with Stella's to make the room a sanctuary of debauchery.
You're not completely certain who among the girls cums first — A New Hope problem, but non-fatal. Perhaps there's a split-second difference in Hyerin's salty squirt coating your tongue and Stella's hot juice splashing on your tummy. Regardless, you keep squeezing and kneading Hyerin's cheeks desperately under the two women who are wetting your body. The climactic whines are rather loud and unrestrained, and those are going to wake someone up right now, surely.
(One might say it's a late-night shower for the funny, but this amount of water volume won't wash any filth away from you, even more so applying another layer onto your skin.)
For you, maybe it's the taste of Hyerin or the sensation of Stella on your stomach that makes your cock pulse angrily. You feel this shock through your body, and your length twitches inside Stella's warmth as it shoots the first spurt of your cum into her wanting hole.
"Fuck, you're, you're cumming in my ass," Stella cries between the spurts of her squirt. Your cock continues shooting ropes and globs of semen deep into her. Most of the bodily responses are common to you at this point — stiff spine, hitched breath, rolling eyes, et cetera — just that it happens inside Stella Kim's asshole in lieu of your right hand this time.
The three of you bask in the high of your orgasms for a moment before settling down on Earth once more. Everyone is tired. Everyone is spent. Everyone is satisfied. The veins in your cock pulse against Stella's fluttering walls surrounding it. Hyerin collapses face-first onto your drenched tummy, probably getting a taste of Stella's nectar in the process. Her pussy remains heaving on top of your face, although you just have no intention (and stamina) to move your face out of the way. Your air is just the smell of her cunt, and you're content with that.
"Fucking hell," Hyerin manages weakly, body still quivering on top of yours. Her warm breaths make contact with your frame, shivering you a little more with the closeness. "Maybe I'll come back to you, bitch boy, my bitch boy."
You just chuckle against her body feebly before letting go of her ass. Down below, Stella pulls herself off your cock as well, letting a copious amount of cum dripping from her spread asshole onto your mattress. You're going to have to clean it tomorrow (or today), certainly, but you want to lie here first, even if just for a short while, with your fatigued mistresses.
"You came so much, baby," Stella whines, voice barely above a whisper. "Good thing it's not in my pussy. I don't wanna get pregnant yet," and she giggles.
And for a moment, the three of you just lie there, letting the sound of your air conditioner envelop you after a round of sinful debauchery. Hyerin shifts her ass a bit to give you space to breathe in the sex-stricken air. You close your eyes, trying not to give in to the exhaus—
—
The sound of the alarm — Radial — is the first thing you hear. You scramble for your phone and slide the modal off promptly — half past seven ante meridiem.
You're naked, of course. The room smells of your spring air freshener — a contrast to the outside world's autumn and its brownish leaves.
You look around the room groggily, finding your pyjamas sitting all crumpled by the roller chair. There's this stain on the mattress just in front of your crotch — your cum. You feel sick to your stomach, and you're certain that it stems from the lack of sleep.
Last night definitely happened — Jeong Hyerin and Stella Kim barging into your room and having mind-blowing sex with you.
You get off the bed with your leg aching. Then, your phone dings a notification — Messages.
Unknown, 7:31 AM: hey mister flatlined
The user is still typing another message from the other side.
Oh, yeah, you just remember that half of your life is basically gone because of last night's event, and you realize how lucky you are to be alive right now. Your fate is much, much better than the other flatlined figures.
Luck's still in your favor.
Unknown, 7:31 AM: you know what happens if the clip is out
Unknown, 7:31 AM: [Skull]
You can do nothing but gulp in fear, watching the three dots lingering over your message box. Your body quivers at the potential of your life being evaluated by SM and Modhaus. You're going to be priced. You're going to be hunted.
You're going to be flatlined — for real this time, dead.
A bit of a tonal shift — the anonymous character doesn't leave you in a state of dread, at least.
Unknown, 7:32 AM: thanks for last night tho
Unknown, 7:32 AM: call us if you want another round
Unknown, 7:32 AM: [Kiss Mark] [Kiss Mark]
You wait for a few seconds for another message. It doesn't come.
You don't know what feeling it is, but you just stand by your bed, naked, chuckling softly against the morning glow from the window.
