Summary : A fan finds out that a guy in the crowd beside him stole Jihyo's ring when she came down to greet the fans. Jihyo finds it interesting when that fan puts the ring on her finger by himself, rather than just returning it, so she calls him back to her dressing room and unveils her biggest fantasy to him.
Jihyo X Myself
11k words.
I got the tickets for the TWICE Berlin concert. This was for their world tour, and somehow, miraculously, I managed to secure front row seats. For weeks leading up to the show, I hoped, really hoped, that the members would come down from the stage and greet the fans up close. I'd seen videos from other tour stops where they interacted with the crowd, and I prayed Berlin would be no different.
The Mercedes-Benz Arena was electric, pulsating with energy from thousands of ONCEs. The concert had been everything I dreamed of, explosive performances, stunning visuals, and the girls looking more beautiful in person than any screen could capture. Now, as the night wore on, the concert was almost nearing its end. Only one hour was left before the final bows.
Then it happened.
Jihyo, the leader, the powerhouse vocalist, the woman whose presence commanded every inch of that stage, decided to step down and greet the fans. She ran along the barricade, her smile radiant, giving high fives to everyone within reach. My heart hammered against my ribs as she approached. When her hand met mine, the contact was brief but electric, warm, soft, real. But as she moved past me toward the next section of fans, I noticed something that made my blood boil.
The guy beside me, some tall, lanky man with greedy eyes, had held onto her hand for far too long. Not just that, but as she pulled away, I watched in disbelief as he slipped his fingers around hers and removed her ring. He brought it close to his face, turning it over, examining it like some trophy he'd won.
"Hey!" I snapped, grabbing his wrist hard. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He startled, trying to pull away. "I-I was just looking-"
"Just looking?" I cut him off, my voice rising above the music. "You stole her ring! Are you insane? That's not a souvenir, you creep! That's her personal property! She trusted us enough to come down here and you repay that by stealing from her?"
"Give it back," he muttered, shoving the ring toward me.
I snatched it from his palm, my fingers trembling with anger. "Get out of here before I call security myself. You're disgusting."
He slinked away into the crowd as I closed my fist around the delicate band. It was beautiful, simple but elegant, probably with sentimental value. I looked up toward the stage, wondering if I should try to signal someone, but the music was still pounding and the lights were flashing.
Then I saw her.
Jihyo had returned to the stage, but something was wrong. She was looking down at her hand, then patting her pockets, her expression shifting from confusion to alarm. She approached the edge of the stage, standing right above where I was, and held up her hand. She pointed to her ring finger, the empty space where the band should have been, and looked out at the crowd with questioning eyes.
My heart stopped. I immediately waved both hands above my head, jumping slightly to catch her attention. When her eyes locked onto me, I slowly opened my palm to reveal the ring glinting under the stage lights. I pointed at it, then gestured toward her, mouthing "Should I throw it?"
She shook her head vigorously, signaling no. Then, to my astonishment, she moved toward the stairs at the side of the stage and came back down.
The crowd around me erupted in excited whispers as she approached. My hand shook as I held out the ring, expecting her to simply take it from my palm. But as she reached me, something came over me, some boldness I didn't know I possessed. Instead of dropping it into her hand, I reached out and gently took her left hand in mine.
Her eyes widened, dark and luminous, as I carefully slid the ring onto her finger. The touch of her skin against mine was soft, warm, impossibly intimate. I adjusted the band until it sat perfectly in place, my thumb brushing over her knuckle before I let go.
She was stunned, I could see it in the parting of her lips, the slight hitch in her breath, but she didn't stop me. She let me finish, let me hold her hand for that suspended moment in time. When I finally released her, she didn't immediately pull away. Instead, she held my gaze, her eyes searching mine with an intensity that made the world around us disappear.
It felt like a once-in-a-lifetime moment. I couldn't breathe. My lungs seemed to forget how to function as Jihyo maintained that eye contact, her expression softening into something I couldn't quite read, gratitude mixed with curiosity, perhaps. My heart hammered so hard I was certain she could hear it over the music.
Then she turned and spoke quickly to a security woman standing nearby, a stern-looking German woman with a headset. Jihyo gestured toward me, said something I couldn't hear, and then hurried back to the stage to continue the concert.
The security woman stared at me. Her eyes were cold, assessing, making me feel like I'd done something wrong even though I'd only returned what was stolen. She maintained that gaze throughout the remaining hour of the concert, never looking away, never smiling.
When the final song ended and the girls took their bows, I was overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. Sadness that the concert was over, that the magic was dissipating. But happiness, pure, radiant happiness, that the moment with Jihyo had happened at all. That I'd touched her hand, looked into her eyes, placed a ring on her finger like some scene from a dream.
I filed out with the crowd, my mind still replaying that eye contact, the softness of her skin. But as I reached the exit corridor, a hand grabbed my arm.
It was the same security woman from before.
"Come with me," she said in accented English, her tone leaving no room for argument.
My stomach dropped. I thought I'd done something wrong by keeping the ring instead of immediately throwing it, or perhaps Jihyo was angry about how intimate the moment had become. Maybe the company staff had called me in to give me a warning, or worse, ban me from future events.
My thoughts raced as she led me through corridors I didn't know existed, past staff-only doors, deeper into the backstage area. Finally, she stopped in front of a door with a paper sign taped to it that simply read "Jihyo" in handwritten Hangul.
"Go in," the security woman said, pointing.
I hesitated, my hand hovering over the handle. Every instinct told me to run, that this was a mistake. But curiosity and something else, hope, maybe, pushed me forward. I turned the handle and stepped inside.
The room was warm, lit by soft vanity lights. And there she was, Park Jihyo, no longer the idol on stage but a woman removing her jewelry piece by piece, wiping makeup from her face with cotton pads. She looked smaller somehow, more human, more real. She looked up as I entered, and my heart stopped all over again.
"Close the door," she said softly, her voice carrying that distinctive tone I knew from interviews, warm, slightly husky, melodious even in simple speech.
I pushed the door shut behind me, the click of the latch echoing in the small room.
"Sit," she gestured to a chair near her vanity. "Please."
I sat, my hands clammy, my mind screaming that this couldn't be real.
She turned to face me fully, her face half-bare now, makeup removed from one cheek. Without the stage cosmetics, she looked younger, more vulnerable, but no less beautiful. If anything, the naturalness of her skin, the slight redness where she'd been rubbing, made her more stunning.
"I wanted to thank you," she said, her English careful but clear. "For the ring. It was... a very important gift from my mother."
I nodded, finding my voice. "I-I saw that guy take it. I couldn't just let him keep it."
"You were angry," she observed, a small smile playing at her lips. "I saw you yelling at him. Even from the stage, I could see your face was red."
"He had no right to touch you like that," I said, the indignation rising again even now. "To steal from you. You were kind enough to come down to us, and he repaid that by..."
"By stealing," she finished. "Yes."
She stood up and walked closer, her concert outfit still on, a sparkling top and skirt that caught the light. "Fans touch me all the time," she said quietly. "High fives, handshakes, sometimes they try to grab. It is part of the job. But tonight... when you held my hand to put the ring on..." She paused, her eyes meeting mine. "It felt different."
My breath caught. "Different how?"
"Like..." She searched for words, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Like a fantasy come true. The way you did it, so gentle, so careful. Looking into my eyes. It felt unreal. Like something from a drama."
The air in the room seemed to thicken. I could smell her perfume, something floral and warm, mixed now with the scent of sweat from performing, which somehow made it more intimate.
"I have another fantasy," she said, her voice dropping lower, taking on a quality that made my skin prickle with heat. "One I've never told anyone."
I swallowed hard. "What is it?"
Her eyes darkened, becoming heavy-lidded, seductive. She reached up and slowly began unclipping her earrings, one by one, her gaze never leaving mine. "I've always wondered," she said, setting the earrings on her vanity with deliberate slowness, "what it would be like to have a fan watch me change. To see me... completely."
My mouth went dry. "Jihyo..."
"Don't speak," she whispered, her fingers moving to the zipper at the side of her skirt. "Just watch."
She slowly pulled the zipper down, the sound impossibly loud in the quiet room. The skirt loosened and she let it fall, stepping out of it with a grace that made my chest ache. She was wearing stockings underneath, attached to a garter, and simple black underwear that contrasted sharply with her fair skin.
"You look shocked," she teased, her voice breathy now. "Have you never imagined this? All those times you watched me on stage, on screen... did you never wonder what was underneath?"
"I... yes," I admitted, my voice rough. "I've imagined."
"Good," she purred, reaching for the hem of her top. She pulled it up slowly, revealing her toned stomach, the curve of her ribs, and finally, her breasts, encased in a delicate lace bra. She tossed the top aside and reached behind her, unhooking the bra with practiced ease.
When it fell away, I couldn't suppress the groan that escaped me. Her breasts were perfect, full, with dark nipples that hardened slightly in the cool air of the room. She saw me looking and smiled, a knowing, seductive smile.
"You like what you see?" she asked, cupping them slightly, lifting them as if offering them to my gaze.
"You're beautiful," I managed. "More than I ever imagined."
She laughed softly, a throaty sound. "Still so polite. Even now." She hooked her thumbs into her underwear and pushed them down, stepping out of them completely. Now she stood before me naked, unashamed, her body lit by the warm vanity lights, every curve, every secret place exposed.
"May I?" she asked, gesturing to the chair I sat in.
I nodded, unable to speak.
She approached slowly, her hips swaying, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made me dizzy. She placed her hands on my knees, spreading them slightly to make room for herself. Then she leaned forward, her bare chest pressing against my clothed one, her face inches from mine. I could feel her heat through the fabric, could smell the sweetness of her breath.
"Is this okay?" she whispered, her lips brushing my ear.
"Yes," I breathed. "God, yes."
She pulled back slightly, her hands sliding up my thighs, her breasts pressing harder against my chest. We were so close now, our mouths almost touching, her eyes half-closed with desire,
A sharp knock at the door made us both jump.
Jihyo's eyes went wide with panic. "Hide!" she whispered urgently, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. "Quickly! Behind the outfit rack!"
She pushed me toward a rolling clothing rack filled with costumes and stage outfits. I squeezed behind it, crouching down as she grabbed whatever clothes she could find, a oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, and threw them on haphazardly.
"Coming!" she called out, her voice miraculously steady.
The door opened. "Jihyo-unnie?" It was Momo's voice, recognizable anywhere. "Have you seen the manager? My phone isn't working and I need to call my family."
"Ah, no, I haven't seen him," Jihyo replied, her voice slightly breathless but controlled. "Maybe check the catering area?"
"Okay, thanks. Sorry to bother you while you're changing."
"It's fine, Momo. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, unnie."
After Momo left, Jihyo breathed, a long, shaky exhale that seemed to release the panic from her body. She leaned her forehead against the door, her hand still gripping the handle, her chest heaving beneath the oversized t-shirt she'd thrown on.
"That was too close," she whispered, her voice trembling. "She almost caught us. She would have known, she would have seen..."
I stepped out from behind the clothing rack, my heart still hammering from the near-miss. "But she didn't," I said softly. "We're safe."
Jihyo turned to face me, her eyes wide and dark, still flushed with adrenaline. "I can't believe I just did that. I've never... I've never hidden a man in my dressing room before."
I slowly approached her, my movements deliberate, giving her space to back away if she wanted to. But she didn't move. She watched me come closer, her lips parted, her breath quickening again, for a different reason now. When I reached her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me. Her hands immediately interlocked behind my neck, her fingers threading through my hair, gripping tight.
I let my hands slide down, cupping her thighs, lifting her slightly so she could feel all of me. My erection was hard against her stomach, impossible to hide, pressing insistently through my jeans. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt it, her body arching into mine.
"You're so hard," she breathed, her voice barely audible. "You really want me that much?"
"More than anything," I growled.
I kissed her slowly, the way they do in the Korean dramas she starred in, the first touch was just a slight brush of lips, tentative and soft, testing the waters. But then I dove right in, capturing her mouth fully, my tongue sweeping across her lower lip until she opened for me. Our tongues met, sliding against each other in a wet, heated dance. I explored her mouth thoroughly, tasting the mint from her backstage breath freshener mixed with something uniquely her. The kiss deepened, our heads tilting, mouths opening wider, tongues stroking and curling together in a rhythm that mimicked what we both desperately wanted.
I walked her backward until her back hit the door with a solid thud. The sound echoed in the small room, but I didn't stop. I pushed her harder against the wood, pinning her there with my body while my hands found the hem of her t-shirt and shoved it up above her tits. They bounced free, heavy and perfect, nipples already tight and begging for my mouth.
I bent my head and licked them, starting with the underside, tracing the swell of each breast with my tongue before circling closer to the center. I laved attention on her left nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue, feeling it harden even more. She moaned, her head falling back against the door with a soft knock. I moved to the right, giving it the same treatment, sucking, licking, grazing my teeth gently over the sensitive peak until she was squirming against me, her hips bucking involuntarily.
"Please," she whimpered. "Don't stop."
I turned her around, spinning her to face the door. Her tits pressed against the cool wood, her cheek turned to rest against the surface, her breath fogging the painted metal. I kept her shirt bunched up above her breasts, leaving them pinned against the door as I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants. I pulled them down in one swift motion, taking her underwear with them, exposing her completely from the waist down.
She was beautiful, her ass round and firm, the cleft between her cheeks shadowed and inviting. I dropped to my knees behind her, spreading her legs wider, and buried my face between her ass cheeks. I licked upward, dragging my tongue from her sensitive perineum all the way to the small of her back, then back down again. I found her pussy, already wet and swollen, and dove in, lapping at her folds with broad strokes of my tongue. I circled her entrance, teasing her, before pushing my tongue inside, feeling her muscles clench around me. I moved up to her clit, sucking it gently, flicking it rapidly with the tip of my tongue while she ground back against my face, her moans muffled against her arm.
"Oh god, oh god," she chanted, her hips bucking. "Right there, please, right there..."
I spun her around again, her back hitting the door now, her face flushed and desperate. I attacked her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin where her pulse hammered, leaving marks that would be hidden by stage makeup tomorrow. She was moaning loudly now, her hands gripping my hair, her thighs trembling.
But then she bit her lip, hard, her teeth sinking into the plush flesh, her eyes showing a flicker of reason through the haze of lust. "Wait," she gasped, even as I dropped my mouth to her tits again, sucking one nipple deep while my hand rolled the other between my fingers. "We... we have to stop. We can't... not here, not now..."
She pulled me up by my hair, her grip surprisingly strong, and captured my mouth in a fierce kiss. When we broke apart, both panting, she looked at me with dark, hungry eyes, her lip still bearing the indentations of her teeth.
"I love how horny you are for me," she whispered, her hand sliding down to palm my erection through my jeans, making me groan. "I can feel how much you want me. It's driving me crazy. But if we get caught... if anyone finds out..." She kissed me again, softer this time. "I want you. God, I want you so much. But not like this, not rushed, not terrified."
She pulled her shirt down, covering her breasts, then bent to pull her pants up, her movements quick and efficient. I watched, bereft, as she hid the body I'd just been worshipping. Then she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me backward. I stumbled and sat hard in the chair I'd occupied earlier.
Jihyo walked to her vanity mirror, adjusting her clothes, smoothing her hair, wiping at her swollen lips with the back of her hand. She met my eyes in the reflection, her gaze heated and promising.
"Instead," she said, her voice steady now with resolve, "I can get you a job. On my personal staff. A fake resume, something related to makeup, styling. You could travel with me, be with me all the time. In hotel rooms. In private. Where we won't be interrupted." She turned to face me fully. "Would you want that?"
"Yes," I said, my voice hoarse. "Yes, I want that."
"Good," she whispered.
She crossed the room to me, her hips swaying with renewed confidence. She stopped in front of my chair, then climbed onto my lap, straddling my hips, her thighs gripping me tight. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly, inch by inch, until her breasts were exposed once more, right in front of my face, heavy, perfect, the nipples still wet from my mouth, glistening in the vanity light.
"For now," she said, her voice a seductive promise as she pressed her chest toward my mouth, offering herself completely, "let's seal the deal."
Edit : Sorry to abruptly end the story at the peak, I promise I'm thinking of writing the next parts for it, so stay patient.
Kim Dahyun stepped through the front door of her family home, the exhaustion from the world tour melting away as the familiar scent of her childhood wrapped around her. At 24, she was the radiant center of Twice, but here, she was just Dahyun—eager for a quiet night in her own space. Her birthday loomed in a few days, but she had no idea about the surprise her father had meticulously prepared in her room upstairs. Balloons floated silently against the ceiling, a cake sat hidden in the mini-fridge he'd installed just for this, and soft lights twinkled from strings he'd draped across the walls. He wanted it perfect for his little girl, a celebration of her return and her special day.
Dahyun kicked off her shoes in the hallway, her tight black dress clinging to her slender frame like a second skin. The fabric hugged her small breasts, accentuating the gentle curve of her hips, and rode up just enough to tease the smooth skin of her thighs. Tour life had been non-stop—performances, interviews, the constant eyes on her—but now, alone at last, a familiar heat stirred low in her belly. She padded up the stairs, her bare feet silent on the carpet, humming a melody from their latest setlist.
Her father, Mr. Kim, had heard the door click open from his spot in the adjacent study. He'd finished the setup earlier that afternoon, heart swelling with pride for his daughter. Slipping into the shadows of her walk-in closet, door cracked just enough, he waited to spring the surprise when she entered. But as Dahyun pushed open her bedroom door, the room's festive glow caught her eye. She paused, a smile tugging at her lips, but the weight of the tour's pent-up desires hit her harder than expected. The bed looked so inviting, sheets fresh and crisp, and without a second thought, she crossed to it, letting the door swing mostly shut behind her.
Dahyun sank onto the edge of the mattress, her tight dress bunching up around her waist as she leaned back on her elbows. The surprise decorations flickered softly, but her mind wandered elsewhere—to the thrill of the stage, the anonymous fantasies that had kept her up on those long bus rides. Her hand trailed down her neck, fingers brushing over the thin strap of her dress before dipping lower. She tugged the neckline down, exposing one pert breast, her nipple hardening instantly in the cool air. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pinched it between thumb and forefinger, rolling it firmly.
From his hiding spot, her father froze, breath catching in his throat. He hadn't expected this—not his sweet Dahyun, so bold and unfiltered in her own sanctuary. The closet door offered a perfect, unobstructed view through the slight gap, and he couldn't tear his eyes away. She was beautiful, his daughter, her pale skin glowing under the string lights, the tight dress now a rumpled invitation around her hips.
Emboldened by solitude, Dahyun spread her legs wider, the dress hiking up to reveal her black lace panties. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and slid them down her thighs, kicking them aside with a flick of her foot. Her pussy was already slick, lips puffy and pink from the building ache. She traced a finger along her slit, gathering the wetness there, then brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean with a quiet moan. The taste of herself fueled the fire, and she delved back in, circling her clit with deliberate strokes.
Her father's cock twitched in his pants, straining against the fabric as he watched her hips buck slightly off the bed. He knew he should reveal himself, shout surprise and shatter the moment, but the sight held him captive. Dahyun's free hand kneaded her exposed breast, twisting the nipple harder now, while her other hand plunged two fingers inside her tight pussy, pumping them in and out with wet, rhythmic sounds that filled the room.
Dahyun's breaths came faster, her head falling back against the pillows, blonde hair splaying out like a halo. 'Fuck,' she whispered to the empty room, her voice husky from disuse. She added a third finger, stretching herself, imagining it was something thicker, someone filling her completely. Her thumb pressed down on her clit, rubbing in tight circles as her walls clenched around her fingers. Juices coated her hand, dripping onto the sheets below.
Hidden, her father palmed his erection through his jeans, guilt warring with the raw lust surging through him. She'd grown into such a woman—confident, sensual, her body arching in pleasure he never dreamed he'd witness. He bit his lip to stay silent, eyes locked on the way her pussy lips parted around her thrusting fingers, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
Dahyun's pace quickened, her thighs trembling as she chased release. She pinched her nipple sharply, the sting sending sparks straight to her core. 'Yes... oh god, yes,' she gasped, fingers curling inside to hit that sensitive spot. Her orgasm built like a wave, crashing over her suddenly—her pussy spasming, gushing a little as she cried out, body shuddering on the bed. She rode it out, fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing out every aftershock until she slumped, spent and glowing.
In the closet, her father stifled a groan, his own release soaking his underwear as he came untouched, the taboo thrill overwhelming him. Dahyun lay there catching her breath, oblivious, a satisfied smile on her face amid the birthday surprises waiting to be unveiled. The night was young, and secrets lingered in the air.
A/N: Thanks for waiting!~ (More A/N at the end of the smut)
<- Previous episode
“I...am… so... so... sorry…” Dahyun enunciated. Making sure you heard every ounce of regret behind each word. The moment you entered the home you two built, she ran to you. Worriedly telling you about what happened earlier with John; the man who had his way with the woman of your dreams while you sat back, and stroked your cock in the tiny cube your company had the guts to call an office.
The windows were spotlights. Her spotlight. The afternoon's sun painting her golden like her confession was some best selling novel instead of betrayal.
She had on fresh clothes. The clothes that probably smelled like their shared scent were gone. She probably burned them. Ridding you the chance to know how she smelled like getting fucked by a real man. Good riddance.
"I- I promise it was a mistake" she said that like she were begging. Begging you to hear her out. Begging you to stay. Begging you to stop making that unreadable face.
Begging you to stop being so far away from her like she was strapped with a bomb. But there was no bomb. Just remorse, and truth.
Your silence makes her go for broke. Leaping at you to close the gap in your relationship, making you crash against the door, ringing steel and oak that cuts through the peace of the apartment complex.
Dahyun buries her face on your neck, wetting it with her sob. Unable to look you straight in the eye as she pleads with skin, with warmth, with her lithe figure that she knows you know fit perfectly in your frame like a puzzle piece.
She was practically molding her flesh with your work clothes. Her thighs on yours. Head on your neck. Arms on your chest. And crotch on...
"John was a mistake. A mistake that..." Her sin gets stuck in her throat.
"A mistake that wont ever---" She backs her midriff off your crotch
"Wont ever----" The sentence dies off.
Your lungs deflate like Exodus as she suddenly grabs your cock.
Your eyebrows furrow, and you were about to scold her for thinking that sexual favor would get her out of this.
But you didn't. For her eyes held curiosity laced with accusation. She finally looks up at you, showing you puffed eyes. Peering like she studied the windows to your soul.
Then she looked down to what her hand felt. Hardness.
Her eyes narrow as she feels the outline of your member. The cogs in her brain start to work, and so does her hand. Tentatively pumping you in shallow closed-fist strokes.
"John... he- he used me."
Pulse
"Took advantage of me"
Pulse
"Baby... he made me cum..."
That was your limit, and your zipper knew it too, clinking. Faint. Struggling to contain what new length you've reached.
The remorse starts leaving her face. Replaced with shock. Each pulse, each truth your body revealed dropped her jaw lower. Discovering what pleasure you found from her sin.
You had nothing. Absolutely nothing. For you knew that your body spoke louder than whatever words you could put together.
Dahyun closes the gape in her mouth. And with calculated movement, she brings your hand to her face. Slowly. Akin to testing waters. Cupping it with closed eyes. Cupping it so dearly you'd think you were holy. She smells your knuckles. Her forehead wrinkles at the smell of fax machine ink and an honest day's work. Seconds entailed. Ones that she stretched. Pausing time so she could hear what truth pulses on your wrist.
The agony in her face had long since past, replaced with duty, and a determination you've only seen backstage when TWICE was still active.
Dahyun guides you to the bedroom. Getting on her knees to trek the duvet as she pulls you to lay.
No more words. No more tears. Just duty.
You've never seen your sweet little tofu like this before. The girl who giggled everytime you kissed her. Your pillow princess that always felt the need to ask permission to be the little spoon.
No.
This was a different girl.
Confident.
Evident by her spreading your legs so she could use your thigh as her seat.
She undoes your zipper. Taking her time with each tooth. Click, click, click.
With her off hand, she grabs your chin. Demanding your gaze as she fishes for your cock.
"Tell me how you feel... about your woman being taken"
You look away. Clinging to what pride you had left, until she uses her thumb to trace your crown. Practically purple. Longing for her touch ever since this afternoon.
Your face contorts to the friction of soft thumb on rigid flesh.
Yet. Still no reply on your end.
"Baby" she drags her manicure on your tender cock to get your attention. Making you hiss, and return her gaze, witnessing her knowing smirk.
"I promise never to do something like that ever again..." Dahyun said that like she didn't regret it, all the while taking her time to drag the soft of her hand across your length. From the very tip of your engorged head, to the deepest depth that the fat of your base allowed her to push down on. "but something tells me you don't want that..."
"That you don't want me to be your pure Tofu" stroke
"monogamous..." stroke
"only yours..." stroke
"You want to share me, dont you?"
You've been made. You cuck.
She revealed more of the afternoon to you in excruciating detail while jerking you off. As hot as it was, you can't help but shift expressions. From frustration of her soft handjob, to a face that's starting to realize that she didn't know about your front row seat via the doggy cam.
She picks up on that. You see it in her face. Doubt mixing with the fear of losing someone she loved... The same face she had finding out some members were leaving JYPE way back when.
So she doubles down. Stroking you with a close grip. Harder. Almost desperate. While the other hand kneads your balls.
“This is still my favorite cock, Y/N oppa... Not John's who made me cum" your heart skips a beat
"Nor the landlord who lowers our rent... nor the janitors' who turn a blind eye for association dues..." full pause went your pulse.
This woman... not only did she admit further promiscuity, but she broke your word as a man—effectively nulling your promise to pay for every single cent of this place.
Never in your wildest dreams nightmares did you think that your wallet would ever work together with your girlfriend's holes to pay for this place. The broken promise. The treachery.
Your guts tighten, tugging your dick to stand acute. Almost flat on your belly. To which her hand never disconnects from your cock.
She spent hours jerking you off as she spat molten words of treachery that should've pushed you out the door. Not cum like a fucking fire hose.
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Under the refuge of the night. You lay in bed. Still.
Sifting through her hair like it untangled your feelings. Your heartstrings play dissonant chords while you allow even the moon to touch your lady laying on top of you, painting silver trimmings on her body.
"Dahyun... I'm so lost..." you told the lady laying atop you. She finished drawing nothing on your chest by sealing it with a kiss. Dahyun looks up to meet your eyes. And finds your hand without even a glance. Cupping it. Locking it. Like a promise.
She waited. Savoring the seconds it took for your heart to settle.
"I'll guide you through this" she simply said.
You chose to believe her. As she had nothing but adoration behind those tight peepers of hers.
"Did... did you... really fuck the Janitors?... And the Landlord?..." you looked away. This was all too new for you after all. "Is that why they keep staring at your ass when you're not looking?"
She didn't answer that. Making you drop your gaze and see her blushing. Hiding behind balled fist.
"N-no... DO THEY REALLY CHECK ME OUT? I ONLY SAID THAT TO GET YOU TO CUM." she was nervously giggling.
"How did you even kn--"
She traps your query with a kiss.
"Because your heart spoke to me" and there she goes again replacing the sun with that smile. That wide one that makes her look like a bean.
She hits your chest "Yah. I am not a bean" Dahyun stays her hand. Feeling the thump of your heart.
She then lay the side of her head on your chest like every thump of it was a language only she could decipher...
"Baby?... I don't want YOU to pay for everything around here." she gets up on her elbows "I want US to pay for everything. Together."
You were about to go on another one of your spiels. 'I want to treat you like royalty' 'I want to keep my promise' this that and the other thing, to which she seals your rant with a finger on your lips. Stopping you before you could start.
She lifts her eyebrows. Hinting at the possibilities. You start putting two in two together.
"What were you thinking?" you asked. Your new-found fetish beating out your principles as a man.
"Well? Remember that promotion they didn't give you last week?" she shows that idol smirk—the one you thought was reserved for freakishly spotting cameras, shining like it'll spot yet another. Soon. Very soon.
"You willing to bet your boss is a ONCE?"
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The next morning was like any other. Teeth brushed. Body bathed. Clothes picked out. But this time around? You were the one staying home, and she was the one going to the office.
"Okay baby, let's go through the plan one last time." you said as you helped her dry her hair.
She clears her throat. "My man" God, that phrase made your shoulders feel weightless. She smiled at that; you being all too easy to read.
"My man... THAT I LOVE... has been passed over for a promotion time and time again. And just last week, the position he's yearned for was filled by some outside hire—who knows nothing about the company despite being an up and coming prodigy scouted by all the headhunters in Seoul---" you cut her off.
"Yeah, maybe don't remind my boss about the credentials I'm up agaisnt."
"Babe, do you really think your boss will notice a word when I'm wearing THIS?" she gets up and turns, letting her free-flowing skirt give you a flash of her white panties. Easily. It was practically a belt. It wasn't clothing, it was sexual harassment waiting to happen. And the idea of it stirs your loins.
"Can't forget about this, right babe?" she said, wearing glasses that reads RayBan at the side of the frame.
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You counted the minutes before she got back. She was late. And every second made you think of all the possible reasons as to why. An hour, maybe two, passed before she finally got home.
"MISSION COMPLETE, BABY" Dahyun ran to you in a hug, letting you smell her after-sweat mixing with someone else's perfume. Before you could let a word out, she leads you to the bedroom with tons of kisses on your face. She pushes you to sit on the bed while she navigates her phone to open up the Meta Glasses app. She hands you her phone and sits beside you so you could watch together.
"He was so easy to get hard. So so easy. So so fast…" Your boss's age comes to mind. And her words nibble at the feet of a brewing fear..
"He was so excited. So raw. With a cock barely bigger than my hands" her gentle words tie around your neck like a noose. Dahyun kept gnawing at your ear while her hands fiddle to press play.
Her heels click and clack the floors you've trudged through a million times already. The stains, the cracks, the dirt trapped between the lines that separates the tiles. Never did you think you'd view them through her eyes. Walking toward the goal of fucking another man to get you the promotion you claim you deserve.
It wasn't hard to distinguish where your boss's office was. Only a select few was valued in your company. And management made sure the difference between the likes of you and the likes of them were distinct. The upper management's offices all look the same. Heck, even the door. Everything seemed normal at this point.
Dahyun lets herself in to get a scope of the landscape. And you peer at the familiar room layout. Wide area, grand windows, carpeted floors, and a cherry wood table at the center of it all. Fat and scotch brown, adorning curves that didn't need to prove itself as fine craftsmanship.
'Wait a minute...' you thought.
Dahyun explores with slow curiosity. The camera panning with every turn of her head. This is truly the office layout of your dreams... too much like it, in fact....
The voice in your head gets interrupted by her shaky camera work
Dahyun gets on her tippy toes to sit atop the cherry wood table. She grabs the glasses and lets you see what your boss will see once he enters. All of her. Soft cotton long sleeves up top. And below? Practically nothing. Panties barely covered by her flowy skirt. Nothing else. Not even shame. "Let's hope he's a ONCE, baby"
Click went the door. Sounding like the pin of a grenade.
"Fuck." your boss said, followed by heels of shoes sounding faster and stronger and closer to your girl.
She bites her lips at the sight of him, while the glasses were still angled for you to see her instead of your boss.
A clearer background shows. And you notice the bookshelves, hollow. The walls, clearly repainted. The floors, all too clean for your boss's nervous pacings.
Your gut tells you something was wrong, but your cock blocks it out. Add Dahyun's hand tracing the pipe-shaped hardness behind your house shorts.
"I'm happy that that's your reac--mHPPh" he lunges, causing her to drops the glasses on the table, not letting you see anything past her hips up. Hips and thighs that your boss was already busy kneading. Mandhandling.
You didn't didn't need visuals to know that your boss was devouring your woman like he was trying to suck out her soul.
His lust was immediate, you could tell from the audio alone. You didnt need to see it. But God did you want to.
Dahyun kissed your cheek with equal frenzy as you tune into the video on her phone. "By the way? Your boss was ONCE." She smiled agaisnt your skin.
"What the hell is a ONCE." he said in a hurry. Then unbuckled his pants in a hurry. Spread your girlfriend's legs. In. A. Hurry. As he works his pants off, he crouches, finally revealing his face. Smug. Young. Definitely not your boss's. Your thumb presses pause so hard and so fast that you almost cracked the screen.
"BABY..." Your world flips. This wasn't your boss.
"bABY!... YOU FUCKED THE WRONG GUY... I TOLD YOU WHICH OFFICE RIGHT?!" you raised your voice in panic. You weren't mad. Maybe your cock was, sure, but you more so concerned. All her efforts poured down the drain.
"Yes you did... but your boss said that firing this clown would cost your company an arm. And promoting you would cost a leg. Baby I threw everything at your boss, but he said if he agreed to our terms, there would be no more company for you to supervise... so..."
"You made Keith quit"
She bites your earlobe softly. And she slowly drags her teeth away from it. "Exactly."
It made sense.
But sound logic didn't make you the stop feeling like shit.
Because first he took your promotion. And now, your girl.
Dahyun's smile twitched like she was fighting for it to not crook. Like she knew this twist would make this sweet all the more bitter. More interesting.
With deft hands, she resumes the video and takes off your shorts and boxers. Fast. Scrunching, and scratching courtesy of her manicure. The one she told you she had gotten done so she looks prettier for your boss. A treat reaped by the man you hate the most in the office.
"Ooh myyy, babyyy" she purred. Seeing your cock. So wet and fat and constantly streaming precum. Begging for attention. She moaned with every bead of arousal you leaked. "Ooohhh my my my~"
You were about to whine with how she merely stared at your erect cock, until she looks back at the video.
Dahyun strokes Keith's cock. Harder and harder she went. Not because he was hot—he was. This wunderkind doesn't shut up about his gym sessions—but because he was... not gifted... Her strokes were not ones to please a lover. No. It goading. And expectant. Like she was demanding more, but was far too polite to ask 'this was it?' outright.
Like on queue, she palms your heated balls with her frigid hands. Dragging up and down on sync with the way she gave Keith a handjob. She palmed you so hard that your cock stuck to your belly. So hard that your pubes tugged and hitched and "Fuckkk"
She treated your words like the gun that starts a race. Making a fucking mess on your cock. Her fist closed around your tip and recklessly spread friction and precum all across your shaft. Up and down. She abandons video Dahyun's pace. Her handjob rung squelch noises across the room. Each stroke more uncaring of the filth she's making than the last.
You notice her eyes peeking sideways, checking the video yet again.
"Mmmhh now the nipples, slut"
Your blood burns at his derogation, but it reaches boiling point once she follows his instruction.
Both in the video. And onto you.
Keith was tall. Taller than you. So Dahyun didn't need to hunch so awkwardly to have her tongue play with his hairy nipples, all the while the love of your life never forgot to keep jerking this jerk's cock.
Actions she bring to life by making you experience it first hand.
"NnGHHHH" came your whining, as this was your first time with this sensation. You felt so sensitive. Your flesh crawls into goosebumps. Your short hairs stand as your Dubu introduces you to a new realm of pleasure thanks to your rival Keith.
Keith... Your mind was blendered at this point. Brain stem tugged at every which way. Not knowing if you should thank the rat bastard or shove his ass to the ground. Your eyes cross. But here goes the video again pulling you back to Earth.
Slap slap slap slap slap went his cock on her entrance. Giving you a hint of how wet the both of them were. Your girl, and your rival.
She gets on top of you like a good cowgirl. Slowly descending. Your wetness mixing with hers as you part her innie pussy. She moans. And your lungs rattle anger. For right now, she sounded exactly like she did in the video. Hinting that her satisfaction with you only equaled her satisfaction with Keith.
"Can you feel it?" once fully bottomed out, she rocks her hips in small circles. "Can you feel the indentation his cock left inside me?"
"Feel it baby, feel how much deeper you can reach compared to his crooked cock" she fucking worshipped your length, but the face she made said otherwise. Her legs quiver with hardship as she ascends.
"Feel the details of his cock etched into me... Feel how... You're bigger. And yet he STILL got to fuck me." she slammed herself down. Your balls hitting her thick tofu thighs.
Keith had the upper hand, for in the video, your girl was letting him rut and rut and rut like a fucking dog burying a bone.
She ascends yet again.
"Totally not embarrassing, right?" slam, then up again
"That someone so inferior is treating me like you would" slam.
"Or maybe, like John would" that was the last straw. Before the former TWICE member could slam back down, you hold the swell of her hip to stop her. And you fucking impale your cock inside her.
She moaned.
Or at least she tried.
For all she could procure was a soundless scream as you claim her.
"Like I would" you reaffirm. Accepting that John absolutely wrecked your girl yesteday. It lit a fire inside you. A fire that aims to to cauterize John's indelible name off her mouth.
You angle, making sure that you pierce that 'indent' that she claims Keith left. "Keep those legs steady baby" you said through grit teeth, as you rub and rub and rub Keith's claim in her insides.
Her cries of pleasure bounce off the walls of your room, drowning out the sounds of Keith railing your beloved.
"MY LEGS ARE ON FIRE" she screamed. And she was right. You see her legs spasming as they were hooked on Keith's elbow and shoulder.
"THEY WERE. THEY REALLY WERE, BABY, I'M SO SORR--" her legs give out, the sear of lactic acid on her thighs and quads were all too much, causing her to spear herself on your cock. The unguided descent made her spine quake like it threatened to crumble, as your cock threatened to pierce her cervix right through.
While you? Your heart tinged. For her legs had strength for Keith, but only enough for Keith. Like he had drained her strength and left you with nothing.
That didn't sit right with you, so without undoing your connection, you flip her. Missionary, like in the video. Two can play this game. You place the phone next to her head and you roll your hips like you've never before. Exploring her sex like you've never before. Making her pleasure your mission like you've never before.
Your ass cheeks tighten with the way you hoist every enter. Digging through her floor and ending it with a cock flat on her cervix. "nnGHH, NNGHHH"
Your exits weren't reprieve, they were extensions of your intention. To pleasure. To love. To mark every inch of her sex like you were branding her. Rather than pulling back, you were widening your legs. Squishing her perineum using your base. Physics did the work, as the cramped hole caused your cock to scrape her roof. "FUCKK"
Dahyun cussed with your every repeating motion. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK."
"I'M YOUR MAN, KIM DAHYUN" you said that like she didn't know. Like you didn't say it every time you bed her. You were right to do so though, as this pottymouth wasn't the same Catholic woman you fell for. And you made sure to introduce your new self to her new self.
"fUCK... FUCK FUCK FUUh----" her insides shut around you so tight that it felt like she's squeezing you out. Making you pump all that much harder. The noises she made weren't hers anymore. It was satisfying violence. Like glass shattering. Similar to the image you thought you've accurately painted of her.
She gripped the sheets at first, then the pillows, then the headboard. Anything to root her onto reality. Her hands looked like they were swatting the air violently, unknowing what to use as an anchor—for each of your hurried thrusts caused beautiful ripples onto her pudgy white thighs. Heavenly turbulent.
"H- H- H- " she had nothing left but tentative huffs of air rid of profanities, saving her breath to stay conscious. "Where, baby?
"Where can I cum?"
"Where can I cum?"
You ask the same question as the phone. Making you finally look up at it again after what felt like hours of rutting your girl.
Dahyun puts a hand on Keith's defined abs to stop his pumpings.
An action she mimics on your less-chiseled tummy. The only difference was her face... or rather... mask...
In the video, she had on the same mask she wore yesterday. You remember, right? The mask she wore as John turned her into his toy. One of concern, but with eyes so epicly dilated that its curving into hearts.
But you weren't Keith. So you hold her down. And ;ock her hips around your waist, so you can freely piston her to chase your ending. Your panting mixed with laughter cause you are a petty petty man. You wanted to experience something Keith never will.
You were almost there "I'm gONNA fUCKING PAINT YOUR INSIDES KIM DAHY--"
"w-WAIT!" you heard her video self protest, to which Keith replies by swatting your girlfriend's hand away and grab her hips. Same as you were doing right now, but without warning. Without the need to verbalize your claim on her body. There was no pettiness. He just took what he wanted the same way he did your job. Rocking his hips as he deposits his seed deep inside your Kim Dahyun.
His conservative length led to his cum leaking out so easily. So fast. You mightve wanted to paint her insides, but Keith? Keith painted her thighs with the way his spunk dripped down on them. Like some sick perk of having a small cock.
That visual didn't push you off the edge, it SHOVED you to oblivion. Straining your balls so hard that the line between pain and pleasure began to fade, and you cum ropes, strings, and fireworks inside your girlfriend. Cock pressing hard to push inside her limit. Until her insides tell you that this was as deep as her biology went. Cock pressing like you're coping that 'at least Keith's small cock never got to taste her womb.'
But you knew.
You knew that you'll have to 'experience something Keith never will' another day. Cause tonight, you are on equal footing with him—creampie-ing the love of your life. Despite how much longer your cock was.
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The video ends. Frozen at the last frame.
The room only sounds chased breaths.
You still had your softening cock deep inside her. Locking your offsprings in this former idol.
Dahyun had on the most whimsical face. Proud. And satisfied. Like she asked for everything and got everything.
None of the footages ever showed this. All of her snow white self in the most wrecked of ways. Hands up. Sweat shining sheens on her pits and tits and tummy and oh God you've never seen her look so willingly vulnerable. Unguarded, by choice. To you. And only you.
You feel butterflies mob your stomach. Like this was the first time you've seen Kim Dahyun. The real Kim Dahyun.
With locked hips, you bend down. Gently. Shy. Like this was the first time you two ever had sex. First time to have her face to face. Your lips travel around. Chin, cheek, temple, forehead.
She giggles at the suddenly shy stance that her stud took tonight. So she takes initiative. Grabbing you by the shoulders and kissing you to seal the night.
Your slumber had tough competition tonight.
For this Dahyun was surreal reality. One that you never knew you dreamed of.
I wrote this a lot longer than my past smuts since I feel like I owe that to all the people who—after all this time—are STILL waiting for part 2🤣
TMI: I was actually on the heels of doing something so irritatingly convoluted and complex until I realized that I should erase everything and write something that would satisfy me, not scrutiny.
I hope this was worth the 2 years, 10 weeks, and 2 days wait!
P.S. Thank you for all the words and all the "definitely not cucks" in my inbox. The words you left there—although never replied to—truly did make a difference upon writing this piece.
Jae was again awake in the middle of the night; it was becoming common. He would wake up and find it impossible to get back to sleep without at least getting himself a drink of water. The hard-on he awoke with also suggested he might need to relieve himself in their master bathroom before he rejoined his wife in bed.
He quietly rolled off the bed and threw on his robe. The forty-three year old didn't bother to close it because, frankly, nobody would be awake and it was his damn house - he could walk around naked if he pleased. It was a bit of a funny sight, Jae thought, looking down at his erection as it stood proudly between the flaps of the white robe. He knew he had little to worry about in the size department. His wife certainly didn't complain, not that she'd slept with him in over a month.
That was probably what had him waking up almost every night. His wife always seemed to find an excuse not to have sex, and Jae was tiring of being rejected. Until he figured out what was wrong, a quick jerk would have to do, and he'd be able to fall back asleep, somewhat satisfied. He tried not to allow the thought that someone in his wife's tennis club was taking his spot in bed, but it wouldn't have surprised him all that much.
Jae closed the door behind him silently and sidled out into the hall. Everybody else would be fast asleep. His daughter Da-ah was in her junior year of college; her door was closed and 300 miles away until the summer. Jinwoo, his twenty-three-year-old son, stayed home for a while as he saved money to move out on his own. The boy slept like a rock and could be heard snoring through his half-open door.
The room before the stairs was Wonyoung's, his youngest daughter, and the bright spot in his life. Jae's dark-haired teenager took after her mother, thankfully only in her looks. She also played tennis in high school and competed at a pretty high level. Jae loved Wonyoung with all his heart and spoiled her every chance. On her eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago, he'd bought her a costly tennis racket and made her swear not to tell her mother. Wonyoung readily agreed, holding the racquet against her chest and squeezing it tight as promised.
At an age when most of her friends complained about their fathers, how strict they were, or the intolerable grounding they had to endure, Wonyoung felt completely contrary. Every minute she could, she spent with her dad. She tried to take an interest in the things he liked: cars, electronics, and such. And he did such a fantastic job being a part of her interests that many of her friends were jealous that her dad spent so much time with her.
But Jae worried about Wonyoung sometimes. His daughter was getting prettier and prettier every day, and she didn't seem to understand how that changed how men and boys looked at her. Her older sister Da-ah certainly didn't set a great example, and now some of the outfits that Da-ah brought home from college were also starting to show up in Wonyoung's repertoire.
His teenage daughter was 5'8" with black hair and big brown eyes. Tennis had slimmed her body, and her affinity for lying out in the backyard had tanned her skin wonderfully, despite his protests for her to take it easy. From all the times he'd carried her to bed at night, he knew she weighed less than 100 lbs. When he started to worry about her was a few years ago when her breasts developed. Now she was sporting a C-cup, even larger than her mother's and impossible not to notice. Since she'd begun imitating her older sister, the tight cotton tank tops and V-necks constantly reminded him that he should keep his eye on her.
Not that he minded… as Jae reached the bottom of the stairs he realized all the thoughts of his baby had made his cock grow to its full length. He needed a glass of milk, a cookie or two, and then maybe a hot shower while he took care of his not-so-little problem. He'd try his hardest not to think of Wonyoung while he stroked, but knew from experience that it wasn't such an easy feat.
They were very close, Wonyoung and her father. Though he didn't like to admit it, Wonyoung had been a source of comfort while the intimacy with his wife had been dying down. Having his beautiful daughter snuggled up to him on the couch as they watched TV or shared a long conversation about nothing during a car ride made things far easier, and he loved her for it. If only Wonyoung shared his bed every night, he'd have a perfect relationship. The thought of Wonyoung in place of his wife, making love to her…Jae shivered.
From time to time, there was tension between Jae and his teenage daughter. He prayed that Wonyoung didn't see it as sexual, but he knew better. Just last week, she had been lying with him on the couch wearing very little. He'd tried to explain to her why she shouldn't wear clothing like that, but it was more difficult to say so without telling the innocent little brunette that it was he she had to be more decent around.
Her tube socks that day, a tiny pair of cotton shorts, and a shirt that, no matter how many times he tried to fix, kept slipping down over her shoulder and dominated his thoughts as they watched TV together. The exposed skin was already too much for him, but when Wonyoung had tried to move around on the couch, she had unknowingly brushed her hand right against his crotch. It was enough to make his cock jump to attention and, terrified that his daughter would discover it, he abruptly got up and walked out of the room. Even when he returned, he had to keep his daughter at a distance, though she quickly tried to cuddle up with him without the slightest concern for how she might be affecting him.
Sometimes his affection and the resulting thoughts he had about his teenager made him feel guilty. But Jae felt turned on when a pretty cashier touched his hand as they exchanged bills, or he heard a sexy voice on the phone; he resolved to stop beating himself up over it. Occasionally, his mind was going to places he hadn't asked it to, like right now when he remembered his daughter in her bathing suit as he passed it hanging on the railing to dry. God, did she have an unbelievable body, if only he could get his hands on her… all over her… He buried the thought and reminded himself that his cock was thinking for him at the moment. He reasoned that he'd probably hump a wall in his state right then.
To Wonyoung, her father was also the best part of her day. He just understood her better than everyone else. Despite what he said, everyone in the family knew she was his favorite. He never seemed to yell at her like he did with her other two siblings. Especially Jinwoo, they sometimes got in some screaming matches that scared her.
Her dad was a big and strong man, with hair that showed just a hint of gray with his age. All her friends swooned over him. Whenever they knew her dad would be around, her friends always seemed to put extra care into their appearance. Wonyoung frequently had to endure her friends flirting with her father or bending over at the car window when he came to pick her up so he could see down their shirts.
"Hi, Mr. Jang," they'd say in a sing-songy voice. Especially Yujin! Though she was Wonyoung's best friend, Yujin always turned gaga whenever Wonyoung's father was around.
"He's hot, Wonyoung. Any one of us would love to have him all over us like he is with you. Get over it!" Yujin would say whenever Wonyoung complained.
Wonyoung didn't ever agree out loud, but there was no denying some of the things they said. Of course, she knew he was a good-looking man; she was the one who spent so much time around him. He had a broad chest, and she could feel it when she laid her hand and head against him on the couch at night. He worked out often, and she knew that because he would chase her around the house when he came home, all gross and sweaty from the gym. His handsome face did little to reveal his age: forty-three with the spirit of a younger man.
He was the only boy, well… man, who gave her attention simply because he loved her. The boys at school only came near her when they were trying to touch her butt or put their hands on her boobs. Even her male teachers would leer at her when they thought she wasn't looking. Ugh… she often came home and ran to her daddy's arms to feel something real for once.
Wonyoung was a good girl and daughter, but her friends' words sometimes made her think… Every once in a while, she noticed her dad looking at her lovingly, making her feel tingly. She didn't mind having his eyes on her, though perhaps she should have, and occasionally she sought it out by wearing things that she thought made her look sexy or even a little slutty. She hoped her father didn't think less of her for it, but sometimes she just couldn't help around him.
That night, Wonyoung had stayed up late binge-watching a TV show on her computer. Hours after everyone had gone to sleep, she was still awake. A racy scene in the show made her fingers practically guide themselves under the covers to her panties. It wasn't very graphic, but as she heard the female character panting and watched the couple having 'sex' on screen, she knew she was getting turned on.
Wonyoung had never had sex before, and she didn't think she'd know how to properly. The pretty brunette had only ever kissed a boy, and she let one other touch her breasts over her shirt. But both boys had turned into super-jerks shortly afterward, telling everyone about their accomplishments with Wonyoung and making her the talk of the rumor mill at school for a few days each time. Of course, her father had been there to make her feel better when she got home, but she'd decided to keep boys her age at a distance since then.
So as Wonyoung's fingers found her panty-line and pried underneath, she did so without much knowledge of how to make herself feel good. A couple times, when she was turned on, Wonyoung had been able to rub the outside of her pussy until she had a short but rewarding orgasm. Last week, she had done so after a long night of cuddling with her dad, and had felt guilty afterwards knowing that he had played a part in her arousal. This time, after she had tried unsuccessfully for a few minutes, Wonyoung decided to try something new.
Yujin had told her that she should try using a vegetable. Wonyoung knew that was how sex worked, but for a long time she had felt guilty even touching herself, let alone sticking one of her mom's cucumbers up there! But now she was just too horny and very curious so she decided to take a look in the fridge.
The cute brunette walked on tiptoes to her door and opened it as quietly as possible. She wore a pair of cotton underwear when she'd gone to bed, but she had pushed them off in her heated frustration. Now all she had on was a white cotton tank-top, and though she considered going back to her bed to find her panties, Wonyoung felt sure she would be alone for as long as it took to get to the kitchen and back.
So she closed the bedroom door behind her and tiptoed down the stairs toward the kitchen. Wonyoung listened closely to the quiet of the house and, hearing nothing, went as quickly as possible to the fridge. It was dark in the house, with only the light from the clock on the microwave to illuminate the nearby space. Wonyoung almost knocked a vase to the ground, but steadied it before it fell.
'Phew,' she thought, shivering with a little chill as she felt the cool night air on her naked bottom. She had been so wet that her inner thighs were damp; had thinking about her daddy made her so horny like that? Wonyoung didn't always feel guilty when her father entered her thoughts inappropriately. Occasionally, she told herself that fantasizing about him wasn't wrong; she couldn't act out her thoughts. Plus, there was no way her father would ever reciprocate, even if she wanted him to.
Her little pussy felt even colder when she bent over to look in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. From behind the tiny brunette would have looked incredible, her legs held together and bending at the waist, naked bottom and her cute, bare pussy where anyone could see.
Still groggy as he walked down the stairs, Jae rubbed his eyes and yawned. But no matter how tired he felt, Jae knew he'd have trouble sleeping until he carried out this frustrating nighttime routine. He barely opened his eyes, knowing the house backwards and forwards as he did. When he finally came to the fridge, it didn't appear odd that it was already open. He was half awake and only had one thing on his mind: to take a big swig directly from the milk carton like his wife hated. Jae simply grabbed the handle of the open fridge and swung himself around it lazily, precisely the way he scolded his son for, to get a look inside.
Wonyoung was rummaging deep in the drawer when her fingers finally found what she was looking for, it was the perfectly sized… ughhhHHH
Bent at the waist the way Wonyoung was, her tiny young pussy couldn't have been in a more perfect spot.
As her father came around with one hand on the door and the other rubbing an eye, his erection couldn't have pointed any more directly.
He hadn't seen her there… he hadn't been looking for anyone there, but as soon as Jae's feet squared off toward the open fridge, he felt her. There was no mistaking that he had just come to a halt with his cockhead securely inside a wonderfully warm and tight pussy.
"Ouuuuuuwwwahhhh…" Wonyoung whined. She couldn't make sense of what had just happened and couldn't form words to protest. One second, she was searching in the fridge, and the next, she felt very intense pressure from the very spot she had been touching minutes ago. She could feel pain there, too, and it had happened all at once.
Jae's mind was still foggy, and the sudden change in sensation to his hard member made him throb, and his mind lost its place in time. The very intimate position in which he now found himself made him assume he simply hadn't checked to see if his wife was asleep when he got out of bed, and now he was finally getting the relief she'd deprived him of.
He hadn't been inside her in far too long, and seeing that she had yet to complain about the surprise sex, he made an impulsive decision to give in to his desires. Jae reached down and wrapped his hands around her bare hips; it wasn't like her to sleep bottomless, or with the sexy little tank top she now wore, but he wasn't going to complain. With a gentle push of his hips, Jae sank further into her.
"Nooooo…owwwfuuuuck!" Wonyoung cried.
"Bab,y please…it was an accident, I promise…but we haven't had sex in weeks." Jae pleaded
Wonyoung froze, her father could feel her go stiff through his palms, which were needily feeling her hips and tiny butt. Suddenly, she realized what had happened. Her father had accidentally put his penis inside her and now he thought Wonyoung was her mother. What's worse, Wonyoung could feel that her little pussy was so wet her father had slid into it easily.
She didn't know what to say. Her father had paused after pleading to continue, and Wonyoung was speechless. When she had been quiet for a few seconds, still bent over with her hair obscuring her face from his view, Jae took her silence as enough consent for him to finish his plunge into her.
"Noooo… stoppp," Wonyoung begged. Her father only did so when he'd sunk his entire cock into his daughter's young sheath. She felt so tight bent over like that; Jae made a mental note to fuck her in this position more often.
"But honey… You feel so good… I'll be quick, I promise." Jae continued. He was nearly buried in her. Hoping to convince her to submit, Jae pushed hard against her backside and forced his head to seek just a bit deeper.
Wonyoung felt him shove further and her untouched pussy throbbed with pain and unknown feelings as a result of being stuffed full of her daddy's cock.
"Nooo daddy… it's me… oooughhhh… It's Wonyoung."
Jae had only been half listening. The broken words coming out of her mouth hadn't registered, but the unfamiliar tightness of her pussy and the smaller, more toned nature of her backside was further confusing his addled brain. Jae withdrew his cock from his daughter's tight quim and was about to penetrate her for the second time when he heard:
"No daddy, pleaaassse!" Wonyoung muttered, her voice betrayed by the feelings her father's cock was causing her. "You can't, Daddy… It's me… your daughter."
Jae heard her this time, but he couldn't have heard right. Then again, something hadn't felt quite right when he first entered her, and her skin was smoother, her body more youthful. He reached down, palming the vicinity of Wonyoung's breast and lifting her upright so he could see her face. He didn't dare remove himself from inside of her; he couldn't bring himself to do so, regardless of the truth.
He hadn't misheard her. As he lifted his teenage daughter so that her hair fell around her shoulders, he recognized her face immediately. Suddenly the fact that her pussy had felt twenty years younger and her body more lean and seductive made sense. He had, only in unspoken fantasies, imagined what it would be like to make love to his beautiful daughter. Now, in the lone light of the open refrigerator, he was mistakenly penetrating her as he'd only dreamed.
Jae had stopped pulling out of her so that his tip now pulsed with excitement just beyond her pink lips. Wonyoung could feel her daddy there, a wider part of his manhood holding her quim open to him. She prayed he would remove himself and then explain to her, as he always did, that everything would be okay.
With his hand upon Wonyoung's pert breast and his other on her naked hip, it simply wasn't an option to stop. He was already committing incest. Jae had been buried inside his little eighteen-year-old once; what difference did it make in doing so again? Holding tight to his baby girl, he buried his waiting cock in one slow but steady thrust.
"MMmmmmphh… no Daddy, no!" Wonyoung pleaded as she felt her father fucking her again. "Daddy, I'm a virgin, you have to stop…ooouuuuw!"
"Oh Wonyoung, Daddy didn't mean to… ughhh," he sighed as his pelvis once again met his daughter's petite backside, "it was an accident baby… I didn't… ughhh… see you there."
Wonyoung felt her father pull out halfway and then shove back into her as he spoke. Jae knew what he was doing was wrong, but his morals were being battled by the warm entrenchment of his rod inside Wonyoung's teen pussy.
"It's okay, Daddy… I know you didn't mean to, but you have take your penis out of me… mmmhh… before you take my virginity."
Jae looked down between them at where his cock was halfway inside Wonyoung. He could see a small amount of blood from when he'd first encountered resistance at his daughter's hymen. Her years of tennis had probably made it so her cherry wasn't entirely obstructing her entrance, but there was no doubt that when he'd first entered her, he had taken his youngest daughter's virginity.
"Honey, you aren't a virgin anymore now," he told her definitively. He let the words sink in and couldn't help himself moving as slowly and imperceptibly as possible so he could feel the walls of Wonyoung's unclaimed pussy stimulating his cock.
Wonyoung cooed, she could feel her daddy's penis still moving inside her, "Oh no Daddy… did you take my virginity, are you sure?"
"Yes, baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."
The evidence of Wonyoung's virginity wasn't the only thing that Jae had noticed as he looked down at their incestuous connection. It was also hard to miss that his pretty teenager was soaking wet. Her juices had coated his rod thoroughly and were dripping down around his full balls. The realization surprised him and again he thrust upward into Wonyoung's quim in lust.
"If you're sorry dad… oooouummph… why do you keep fucking me? You're cock is too big daddy…oooooo… it hurts me"
Her father was surprised to hear Wonyoung say those dirty words, but far from chastising her. Jae was getting less and less subtle about continuing to chase the pleasure his tiny daughter's quim was giving him.
"Wonyoung, your little pussy makes my cock feel very good… ohhh… it won't hurt as much if I just fuck you a little more honey" his hips slapped against her buttocks and Wonyoung could feel her father prodding her deep enough to encounter resistance inside her.
His hands started to wander around Wonyoung's chest. The friction his fingers were causing by rubbing his fingers over her nipple with the cotton tank top between made her shiver involuntarily.
"But you can put your thing in mommy's pussy… ohhh shiiiit… You can't put it in mine. You could get me pregnant, Daddy!"
Jae stood his daughter up straight and slid his hand from her hip to the hem of her shirt. He didn't want to ignore the pleading of his baby girl; he hadn't even dreamt of deflowering her. But now that he had, Jae couldn't help himself. He could still feel his daughter's opening leaking with desire, and it gave him hope that he might win her over.
"Your mom doesn't let me anymore honey, and you are so much more beautiful than she is…" he told her truthfully, "you can only get pregnant if I cum inside you honey… ouhhhh… I promise I won't!"
Wonyoung felt him shoving his big cock into her again. She'd lost count of how many times he'd plunged into her now, but she was tingling from the inside out between that and the sweet compliment he'd paid her.
She could feel her father's hands getting bolder. One of them had found its way under her shirt and was moving its way up her flat stomach to her boobies. When he reached there, he hesitated with his thumb and forefinger, making a half-circle under her breast. As Wonyoung held her breath she felt her father move his hand so he was cupping her tit fully and testing its weight. Finally, he took her nipple between his fingers and squeezed gently; Wonyoung mewwed in response.
"Oh God, Daddy…" Wonyoung moaned as she felt her father urging his cock in and out of her.
She felt bad for him that her mother had not allowed her wonderful father any relief for many weeks. He was desperate enough to seek it from his daughter, though he may have mistakenly done so initially.
As Wonyoung's father was fucking her as gently as he could stand from behind, she could feel the shock and pain of losing her virginity to her father begin to subside just as he had promised. It was being replaced by something she had never felt before: a building pressure each time her father sank into her.
"Mnnnhhh… what if someone sees… unnnhhh…" Wonyoung complained, "you should stop now, you shouldn't fuck me anymore daddy… oooumpph…" No matter what she said, Wonyoung's pussy was drenched and her moans indicated to her father that if he continued she was going to experience her first orgasm by penetration.
His hands were roaming around, one on her tit and the other massaging the soft flesh around her hip. Her daddy was manhandling her, much different from how he usually held her as they fell asleep watching TV.
Twenty minutes ago, her father had crossed her mind more than once as she touched herself in the quiet darkness of her room. She had been thinking of him when she reached into the vegetable drawer in the fridge. She'd wondered what vegetable would be most similar to her father. Now that he was fucking her, she was pretty sure that nothing in the fridge was large enough to match him.
Wonyoung knew it was wrong; she knew she should push her father off and stop the incest they were committing right away. Why did she stay? Wonyoung wondered what her friend Yujin would say. She was always talking about how hot her daddy was and how bad she wanted him. Did Wonyoung want him too? Is that why she was starting to excitedly anticipate each time his cock would again be snugly thrust inside of her after withdrawal?
"Fuck daddy! You're cock is huge…" he was increasing the vigor of his thrusts, grasping her hip tightly and making sure he was into her before pulling back out. "Be careful dad please… unnhhhh… it hurts more when you fuck me harder!"
"Is this okay, baby?" Jae asked his daughter. He slowed down the pace but still savored the feeling of filling the tiny brunette completely again and again.
"Yes daaaad… uhhhh uhhhh… that feels much better."
He was surprised to hear his little girl finally yielding, and her wet pink pussy was still easing his repeated entry. The sounds of the house were always soothing to Jae: the drone of the fridge compressor, the click of the air conditioner turning on, or the breathing of his sleeping family. But the sounds coming from his teenage daughter were more wonderful to him than anything he'd ever heard… her labored breaths… the swishing of her tight pussy as it accepted his pistoning cock and the quiet whimpering as she felt a man's cock inside her for the first time.
Jae had been there for all of Wonyoung's firsts: her first steps, her first words, her first day at school. He'd held her when she got hurt or when she got a bad grade or whenever he felt his wife was being too harsh with his little girl. He had been there for Wonyoung's first break-up, even when she bought her first bra. Now Jae was always going to be his daughter's first time with a man, and the knowledge that he was claiming her bare, untouched pussy by reaching places with each thrust into her that no man had ever been before… the truth of it was the amazing beyond words.
For years, he'd looked on as Wonyoung became the beautiful girl she was today. In the dressing room, she'd asked how multiple bras looked when he took her to the mall to try them on. He shouldn't have been looking at his young daughter, but with her perfect globes nestled inside the supportive cups, even then, her body was a sight to behold. The thought that she would become such a gorgeous young daughter scared him… He loved her completely, beyond compare, and only dreamed that a man would be deserving enough to have her someday.
Now as he looked down, the dimples in her back where he'd pushed up her shirt and curve of her hips… he gasped… he couldn't believe he was the man fucking his daughter.
"Ohhh fuck… Daddy keep fucking me… ohgod…" she was forgetting to resist now, "you feel so good in my pussy dad."
Jae had felt so guilty when he realized for sure that it was his daughter whom he'd buried his cock into. Even more so when he discovered that he'd taken her virginity as well. But now… now that she was asking him to continue.. she wanted him to keep fucking her…
Jae established a good rhythm and could feel his little girl leaning backward to help him. In short order, he could tell that his teenage daughter was going to have an orgasm. She was breathing more heavily, crying out more needily.
"Ohh fuck… I feel strange… ouuuhhh… wai,t Daddy… hold on…"
But Jae knew what to do, and soon his little girl would be cumming on his cock just the way he wanted her to. He continued to push into her folds and prod her deep within.
"Ohh fuckkk… oh Daaad… "
Wonyoung's knees went weak. Her father supported her while continuing his unrelenting thrusts into her pussy. Her mind was suddenly white, and she felt pins and needles in all of her extremities. She howled
"Ohhhhhh Daaaaaaaaddyyyy."
It was like nothing Wonyoung had ever felt before. Her father had shoved into her and stayed there as she rode out her newly discovered orgasm. She felt so incredibly full. Her body seemed to conduct electricity through thin wires stretching from her fingers to the tips of her toes and all leading back to the apex point of pleasure behind her eyes.
Jae's cock throbbed as his little girl curled her toes against the hardwood floor and reached back clumsily for some kind of hold on him. He loved watching his daughter climax and simply savored the sight of her quaking in front of him, not to mention the way her virgin walls were clenching him as she did. Though her father's cock fit perfectly inside Wonyoung, she was even wetter than before and her juices were dripping from within her.
For the first time, Jae decided to remove himself from his daughter's drenched tunnel. She stood, but only with the support her father gave her. He turned Wonyoung towards him, her head hung low. With a finger at her chin, Jae lifted his daughter's head to look into her eyes.
She looked so pretty, a light sheen of sweat on her brow and flushed cheeks. Wonyoung kept her eyes closed for a moment, but they weren't angry when she finally opened them. They weren't hurt or sad or anything he had expected. Wonyoung had pleaded with him to stop, but as she came back to the world from an earth-shaking orgasm, Wonyoung was glad her father had kept fucking her.
She only looked a little embarrassed, like she hadn't expected to see so much pleasure from having her virginity taken by her father.
"I love you, baby," he told her.
Wonyoung looked at him closely, her big brown eyes holding his gaze for long enough that he was desperate to know what she was thinking.
"I love you, too, Dad."
He kissed her on the cheek, right next to her lips, and lingered there. Wonyoung felt him hesitate and brought her lips close enough to kiss him. Simultaneously, they closed the gap between them and brought their mouths together. Wonyoung kissed her father hungrily, thanking him for the beautiful feelings he'd shown her.
Each peck, each explorative placement of his lips on hers, Wonyoung understood why she wasn't upset with her daddy for continuing to fuck her when he did. Wonyoung's friends seemed to love her father and didn't know him half as well as she did. He was the best father a girl could have, and he was handsome to boot. So many times she had thought of him, alone in her bed at night, but she didn't ever know how he could make her feel. The tingling surface of her skin and her sensitive pussy was more than she had ever dreamt of. Now that she had the chance, why shouldn't she willingly accept her father? Nobody had to know… Wonyoung shivered at the taboo thoughts.
Their tongues darted out to meet each other. Wonyoung didn't have much experience kissing boys, but she loved kissing and making out with her dad. Jae felt like a teenager again and found his hands moving of their own volition to feel the tiny frame of the teenager in his arms. He wanted to be inside her again, but only if she chose to this time.
When her father's hands once again found her perky breasts under the shirt, Wonyoung knew he wanted her to take it off. She readily lifted her arms above her head, surprising her father with her willingness. He quickly obliged her, pulling the shirt off and revealing her young tits to him.
God, she was so gorgeous and irresistible, and her breasts were more prominent and shapelier than her mother's. Jae put his hands on her, and Wonyoung watched closely as they roamed all over her.
"You're so beautiful, Wonyoung," he told her, "and you made me feel wonderful, honey."
As Wonyoung was looking down she caught a glimpse of her father's cock again. It WAS large, and it was silvery with all the wetness she must have covered him in. It was sticking straight upward, and she could feel it bobbing against her leg at a pace that must have been his heartbeat.
"Why is it still so big, Dad?"
"Because I am so turned on looking at you. I'm thinking about making love to you, sweetheart."
Wonyoung shrugged with embarrassment. In doing so, she looked adorable, and her teardrop breasts shook with the motion of her shoulders.
"You want to fuck me again don't you daddy?"
Jae felt guilty. Hearing the naughty words from his little girl's mouth made the deed very real. Still, he shook his head, 'Yes.'
Wonyoung may have been inexperienced, but she knew how dangerous it would be for them to have sex again. In class at her high school, the book showed her how to find out when her period would come and when she was most likely to become pregnant. If she was doing it right, she was right at the best time for her daddy's sperm to find her egg and make her pregnant. And the book had also said always to use protection, like a condom or birth control, and she wasn't using either one.
"What if I just put my mouth on it?" Wonyoung suggested. She felt his penis throb perceptively when she did.
"You like that idea, don't you, Daddy?"
Wonyoung proceeded to get down on her knees and gingerly take her father's erection in her hand. She could still feel her stickiness on him, and she knew more was coming from deep within her.
Wonyoung tested the head of his cock at her lips, looking up at him with her pretty eyes and hoping she did a good job. Slowly she opened her mouth and took in the head of her cock. She sucked on it gently, not minding at all that she could taste herself on him.
The little brunette tried to emulate what her father might have felt when he had his big penis inside of her; she encircled his shaft with both hands and moved them up and down while she lapped at his tip. Her father moaned.
"Oh, honey, you're doing wonderful," he said as he tossed his head back.
Wonyoung sucked on him and tried her best to take more into her mouth. She knew that some girls could take the whole thing, but hard as Wonyoung tried she could get less than half of her father's cock in her mouth. She wondered what it would taste like if he squirted his white stuff into her mouth.
Wonyoung sucked and stroked and like an angel she praised her father with her mouth. He did his best to watch her, though she made him feel so wonderful that he could barely stand at a few points. When he did look at her, the image of her perched in front of him with his cock in her mouth and looking up at her with her soulful, innocent brown eyes…it would be burned in his mind forever. He told her that his daughter was doing a wonderful job for her first time. But hard as she tried, and beautiful as she looked kneeling, Jae had one thing on his mind.
"Baby," he beckoned her, "stand up, let me see you again."
She obeyed him, arising so that her breasts brushed against his abdomen as she did. After admiring her for a few more seconds, Jae wasted no time lifting his daughter onto the island and she knew immediately by the proximity of his cockhead to her entrance what his intentions were.
"Daddy," she warned, "I don't think you should fuck me anymore, it's too risky."
"I promise, sweetie," her father sounded desperate again. I'll be very careful. If I'm very careful, you won't get pregnant. Cross my heart."
"I don't know, Daddy," she continued to protest, "I don't think we should, it's too dangerous right now for my fertility cycle. We'd be in so much trouble!"
"I know, honey, how about I just put the tip in you for a minute?" Jae negotiated. He was already prodding his daughter's mound with his large head, and Wonyoung was beginning to wish he would press harder and keep making her feel good. For a brief moment, the thought of her father's penis shooting his warm sperm into her pussy entered Wonyoung's conflicted brain. She knew it was even more wrong than having an orgasm or sucking her daddy's cock, but what would it feel like? Wonyoung loved her father more than anybody, even her mom; what if he did get her pregnant? She was so confused and wasn't supposed to want it, but this night was unlocking feelings she'd never conceived of before.
"Okay, but only for a minute, right?" Wonyoung relented. She didn't want to sound as eager as her body felt.
Jae didn't respond with words. The waiting had nearly driven him to madness. He pushed his tip against Wonyoung's still very wet lips. They parted and allowed his head to pop into her entry. Once again Jae had the thought that he'd never feel something so good as being inside his daughter's little pussy.
"Ouuwwh, Daddy!" she cried, feeling him inside her again. Her father's tip alone felt bigger in their new position. It hurt a little, but still she watched intently as he withdrew his tip and pushed it into her again. Both gasped as he did so, listening to each other and feeling everything from their incestuous connection between them.
Jae removed and replaced his tip in his teenager's pussy enough times that she lost count. He had gone on longer than promised but wasn't done yet.
"Ohhh fuck Dad," she whimpered, "it feels terrific now!"
Wonyoung's mouth had brought him close, but Jae needed to come more than he ever had before in his life. He dared push his cock a little further into his daughter. She noticed immediately, but assumed it was only an accident.
When he did it again, Wonyoung called him out.
"…Fuuckk," she blurted, "Daddy, you promised."
"I know baby, just a little more!"
Maybe Jae had intended to keep his word, but once he felt her tiny channel more deeply wrapped around his cock, his promises began to evaporate.
He pushed into his daughter again, and then deeper, and then withdrew, and then thrust back in. In a few moments he was fucking his youngest daughter along the full length of his cock. Wonyoung, for all her protest, could not hide how much pleasure it was giving her,
"Oooohhhh Dad… mnnnh fuck… It's so big…"
She certainly didn't sound like she wanted him to stop, and Wonyoung's feet were wrapped around her father's tight core. His abs rippled as he fucked her deeply and ever so gently her heels were pulling him in. She watched in wonder as the tip of her father's penis would peek out from between her lips and then the whole thing disappear entirely into her. She couldn't believe it fit. She lost track of time, but when she looked back at Jae's face, she could see him cringing and focusing hard.
"Okay, Daddy, shouldn't you stop now?"
Instead, she felt him grab on tightly to her hips and squeeze. Wonyoung put her hands on his strong chest, not knowing whether she wanted to push him away or hold on tight. He was much too strong for her; she could do nothing but accept the deliberate thrusts of her father into her. Her hands felt his manly chest instead, the hair upon his pecs and the dampness of sweat from fucking her so well. Did he know how badly she wanted him to continue? Should she keep protesting?
As he held on tightly, Jae could feel his orgasm building. He watched the soft spot between her hips mounding as he buried his cock in her fully before removing it. Her melodic panting and moaning were beginning to be too much for him.
"I'm almost there, sweetheart."
"Alright, dad, please… ouuumphh… It's too risky!"
Wonyoung felt her father pick up speed for a few more thrusts until he squeezed her hips tight and began to tense.
Then she knew what was happening.
"Daddy, no!"
Jae went stiff as soon as he was buried in his young daughter's pussy. He gladly released a first, powerful jet of sperm into Wonyoung's womb. It immediately gave his daughter a jolt. Then another, and another; his tip painted the little girl's walls, her cervix and everywhere it could with his forbidden cum. Whether he had promised to or not, the intensity filling the beautiful teenager felt unquestionably right.
Wonyoung tried to be mad at him, but before she could scold him or yell or even try to push him off, the hot, forbidden sensation of what she knew was her father's semen made her quake from the inside out. Like before, Wonyoung's body trembled, her skin crawled and her insides squeezed more cum from her father's buried cock. It was the most wonderful feeling, and her second orgasm rocked her more powerfully than the first. It was so wrong that her daddy's cum squirting into her was making her quake with so much pleasure.
Jae shakily withdrew an inch of his embedded member from his daughter's insides and then roughly pushed it back in. His cock emitted another rope into her fertile and unprotected womb.
He had never felt so invigorated and so satisfied, and Jae was quite certain that he'd never cum so much in his life as he just had inside his daughter. Wonyoung wrapped her arms around his neck when her orgasm had struck her and was, willingly or not, still quivering as the last bit of her father's seed dribbled from his head and topped off her overfilled pussy.
His daughter held onto him, overwhelmed by the climax she hadn't expected and the incestuous load she now carried inside her. The sheer amount of it, and the feeling of her father's cum was unlike anything she'd ever felt and still his hard cock was filling her the rest of the way.
"Daddy…you promised," Wonyoung pouted as she met his eyes with hers.
"I know, baby, you were just too sexy… I had to!" Her father reasoned.
She was still mad, though his tactics to win her weren't completely lost.
"You lied to me! You said you wouldn't cum inside my pussy and then you came so much!"
Wonyoung was right; he could feel his semen all over his buried rod. He knew that if Wonyoung had been telling the truth, his little swimmers would soon make their way even deeper into his daughter, and she could conceive his child. He looked down to see it.
Jae pulled his cock, still hard, from within his daughter's sensitive hole, watching her tremble as he did so. As soon as his head was revealed, white, milky cum pushed its way around him. As he fully disengaged, his load cascaded from within her deflowered pussy.
Wonyoung's eyes went wide.
"Oh my God, Daaaad! There's sooo much!" She sounded more amazed than upset.
"Quick, daddy, get it out before I get pregnant!" Wonyoung cried, reaching down to where his cum was dripping from within her.
Jae took his daughter's hand tenderly instead, "It's too late for that, honey."
Wonyoung felt so conflicted. She was worried, but only because people like her mother and that awful teacher in her sex education class told her she should be. Yet her daddy didn't look worried at all. As he took her hand and pulled her up toward him, Wonyoung was already feeling much better. They kissed lovingly, neither fully believing the wonderful, forbidden, and life-changing thing they'd just shared.
"What should we do, Daddy?"
Jae looked down at his daughter's young and freshly-fucked opening. Seeing that his cum was about to flow onto the granite countertop, Jae made a quick decision. He'd only once accomplished it with his wife, but he thought his odds were better with a beautiful girl whom he loved far more. Could he fuck his daughter again while his defiant member bobbed, still rock hard, tantalizingly close to Wonyoung's cute little slit?
Jae dared to scoop up the stream of his cum that had leaked out with his cock head and push it back into his daughter's pussy. He was too turned on to stop fucking his beautiful little girl yet. She shrieked with sensitivity.
Usually, even the faintest touch would send a shiver up Jae's spine, and it did, but he kept fucking her. Feeling the lubrication of his fresh cum easing his path into his daughter he decided to press on.
"Ohhhhh Daddy… ohhh pleaaase… It's too sensitive… fuckkkkk!" his little girl cried.
Jae had been here before, and his desire to follow through prevailed. He cringed and he bucked, but he was determined to fuck his little Wonyoung until he was utterly spent. It was not long until he could feel his balls, unbelievably, building toward a second consecutive orgasm.
Wonyoung had been so overwhelmed by her father's actions that she hadn't the chance to look, but when she finally did she could tell that her daddy was going to cum inside her again, and so soon after he just had the first time!
"Ohhhh fuck daddy… twice?" Wonyoung was about ready to pass out. "You can't cum in my pussy again!"
He didn't answer, with a labored series of grunts and moans, Jae once more buried his cock as deep as it would go and unloaded another sizable amount of semen into his little girl. Jet after jet, he added his cum to her already charged insides. He held her tight and Wonyoung watched him intently as he came. Though he was doing exactly what he'd promised not to, seeing her father so wholly give himself into his desires, and knowing that she had been his lover through it all, warmed her more than the multiple loads of her father's seed she now held within her.
Before he allowed his whole body to go limp, Jae lifted his baby off the kitchen counter and lay down on the nearby area rug with her on top of him. He didn't pull out of her. He didn't want to ever again.
Wonyoung and her father lay in the dark for an untold time. As they drank each other in, the teen's soft breasts pressed against Jae, and he felt her breathing deeply. She seemed tinier when draped over him as she was. His baby girl… completely naked and still with his softening cock inside of her… the thought was incredible to behold.
The young brunette propped her head up on her hands, the hairs on her father's chest tickling her palms. She looked up at him. She could tell he was utterly drained, and she could feel his cum slowly making its way out of her sore pussy.
"You're bad, daddy!" Wonyoung said.
Jae opened his eyes and peered down at her. Expecting her to be upset, or sad, or something of the like, he was surprised to see a naughty grin on his pretty daughter's face. Confused, Jae furrowed his brow and replied:
"You're not mad at me?," hoping she wasn't.
"Wellllllllll…" she teased him, tilting her head and making him wait for her answer, "you did take my virginity, daddy…"
"I know, baby, I had no idea… I didn't even know it was you… I never would have…"
"Hmmmph!" Wonyoung interrupted, "You never would have? You seemed like you liked fucking me Dad…"
She was goading him now. That girl he knew was a little rambunctious, definitely with a naughty streak.
"I see the way you look at me sometimes. I'm not stupid, Daddy." He didn't know what to say to his little girl, but she was right. "I think about you sometimes, too, Dad…"
Jaee raised his eyebrows, "You do?"
"Every once in a while… when I'm in bed and can't fall asleep. My friends talk about you all the time, I can't help it!" she told him. Knowing that his daughter thought about him that way made the fact that he'd just fucked her seem a little better. "But I never thought you would put your big thing in me when I was just looking in the refrigerator, like totally out of the blue!" she exclaimed.
"I swear it was an accident, sweetheart, I didn't mean to startle you," Jae reiterated
"And what about all this cum daddy? It's dripping out 'cause you put so much in me! Was it an accident when you came in my pussy…? TWICE!?" He could tell now that she was just playing with him. She reached between them where it was seeping out of her. Jae watched, incredulous, as she took a finger and swept some of it from the stream that had made its way out from her tight little tunnel. Without hesitation, she brought it up, looked at it curiously, and then popped her finger in her mouth, tasting it and swallowing his excess semen like it was no big deal.
Jae looked at her sideways, "Okay, maybe that wasn't an accident…" he admitted, "but you don't look so upset, baby."
Wonyoung smiled, licking her lips. "…maybe because I'm not."
Her father smiled too. He slid her little body up so her lips could meet his, and they kissed. Firs,t Wonyoung just pecked at him, but shortly thereafter, they were making out again and playfully dancing their tongues about. When they broke apart, Wonyoung laid her head next to her father's.
"You know I'm not on birth control, right, Daddy?"
"Yes, I know." Jae said with an 'oops' look on his face.
Wonyoung giggled, "And you still squirted all that sperm in me, even when I told you how easily I could get pregnant?"
"Yeaaah… I did, didn't I?" Jae replied playfully.
"Hmmm…" his little girl sighed, "That would be so naughty, wouldn't it, Dad? You could have gotten me pregnant already!"
The possibility didn't scare him like he thought it would. An image of Wonyoung, his favorite daughter, with her beautiful black hair and brown eyes staring at him, the bulge of his child in her belly. She would look so lovely with that tiny body and his baby inside of her.
"We can go to the store tomorrow if you want, sweetie. We can get a pill that makes sure you don't get pregnant."
"Oh," Wonyoung said, sounding disappointed. Or…? " she asked nervously.
"Or what, honey?" Jae asked, totally confused.
"What if I don't take the pill?" Wonyoung said with an embarrassed shrug. She hoped her father wouldn't be mad at her suggestion.
Wonyoung thought he looked surprised, but then his eyes were full of love. "Well…I don't know… I mean I…" Jae stuttered, feeling smitten that his daughter would suggest something he'd only fantasized about.
Wonyoung thought it was cute that her dad was trying to pretend when she could so clearly tell that the thought appealed to him. "I guess we'd wait a little while. You'd miss your period, your belly would grow, and then we'd know you're carrying your daddy's baby."
Wonyoung's brown eyes were opened wide, waiting for him to say more. The corners of her mouth turned upward, and she looked adorably curious. Jae could hardly say no to his little girl, but this was entirely different. Thoughts were racing through his head, not least of which how wonderful it felt to have his naked little daughter draped over him as they spoke; that he'd never have another child with his wife; that he fully intended on fucking Wonyoung every chance she allowed him. If she was willing, she'd be perfectly fertile and healthy to make a baby with him.
"Do you think you might want that Wonyoung?" he paused, "I know you'd look so pretty with our baby growing in your belly."
Wonyoung giggled and bit the tip of her finger. "I think I might, Daddy, but I don't know for sure. It makes me so happy thinking about it that I'm tingling, but…" She was obviously working hard to wrap her head around it.
"You don't have to decide no,w honey, and nobody would know for a few months," Jae assured her.
Wonyoung knew that she loved her father more than life itself. For month,s she had been taking on her mother's role in his life, and she did so knowingly. He had confided in her, held her like a lover when she was down, even taken her out on dates. She was now awakened to the thought that she could truly be her daddy's forever. Her mom couldn't have her father's babies anymore, but she certainly could. Wonyoung was starting to allow the thought that she wanted to, badly.
"I graduate soon, daddy," she reasoned, "would anybody at school have to know?"
"No, sweetie. It could be our secret." He couldn't believe he was considering it.
"And then what?" Wonyoung continued.
"And then… well…" her father looked deep in thought. I don't have it all figured out yet, Wonyoung, but I'd do anything for you, no matter what."
Wonyoung felt so completely enveloped in his love that she ached for him. Her little pussy was much too sore to accept him again that night, but Wonyoung had never felt such desire for a man before then. It was as if their little accident had brought out a part of her she never knew existed, locked in tight by her virginity: the part that wanted her daddy to be her lover, to be his again and again, and to become pregnant with his child whether the world said she could or not.
"How about we talk about it more in the morning?" Jae suggested.
"Okay, daddy, but we'll have to be extra careful." Wonyoung was very surprised and felt lucky nobody had heard them making love. Most of her family were heavy sleepers, but she had certainly been making a lot of noise as her father impaled her in the kitchen. It was also funny to Wonyoung that she suggested being careful when so much good had come from her father not being careful, cumming in her vulnerable little pussy with no condom.
They kissed again. It was a long one, and different than before. They both intended to build upon an unspoken promise of more, a deeper love. Wonyoung knew she wasn't supposed to feel that way about her father, and Jae about his little girl, but neither cared. Taking their relationship to such heights had primarily been by accident. But the sexual tension between them had been broken by the forbidden seed Wonyoung carried inside her, and they kissed with an unhinged passion most could never know.
Jae picked up his daughter easily. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he slowly carried the cute brunette up the stairs toward her room. They could both feel his cum seeping from Wonyoung, telling definitively of their act. Their naked bodies holding each other tight and the looks they exchanged were evidence enough.
Jae gently sat his daughter on the bed, and she held on tight, not wanting him to leave her. She watched lovingly as her father pulled the covers back and slipped into bed with her.
"I love you so much, Daddy," she told him sincerely. I was nervous at first, but I don't regret anything that happened."
"I love you, too, baby, and I want you to know that I will be here to ensure everything turns out okay."
"I know you will," Wonyoung said adorably, holding her father tight as she drifted off to sleep.
Not long into her slumber, she felt her father leave quietly. Feeling hurt, she reasoned that he probably needed to return to her mother's bed so they wouldn't get found out. Still, she felt jealous, wanting him only for herself.
But the door to her room opened again, and back came her father.
He saw her eyes open and hurt. " You thought I was leaving you, didn't you, sweetie?"
"I know you need to, I just don't want to sleep without you tonight," she admitted.
"I had to clean up our little mess," he explained, holding up their discarded clothing. "…probably not a good thing for your mother to see our clothes all over the floor or how wet you made the kitchen table, right?"
Wonyoung smiled guiltily, "Definitely not! I suppose I shouldn't tell her that daddy came in my pussy without a condom on TWO times tomorrow at breakfast?"
"No, you probably shouldn't mention that," Jae laughed. He wrapped his arm around his naked daughter and pulled her tight to him. "Now get some sleep, honey."
Wonyoung cuddled up to him with the biggest smile on her face. A naughty little part of her hoped that he meant to get some sleep because she would need it. Her recently filled pussy was still recovering, but Wonyoung knew she'd want her daddy to fuck her again before too long.
Jae had fallen asleep deep in thought, planning what to do next. With his beautiful daughter nuzzled against him, he felt certain that everything would be different. They had a whole new life ahead of them.
As they drifted off, Wonyoung's young womb was also striving to make a new life. By morning, she could already have conceived her father's child. For now, it was enough that the beautiful teenager could fall asleep, cradled in the arms of her loving father. Tomorrow was another day; they could spend it and many more tomorrows falling more deeply in love. Wonyoung was so young that it could be many months before her belly showed evidence of the night they had shared… or those to come.
A/N: Probably received the most asks and follow-ups about a fic of Seulgi in latex, and after a decent amount of research on how latex may feel, here it is. Added more photos than usual, because Seulgi looks like a dream in latex.
My phone buzzes, making me pick it up without much thought in the middle of the meeting that has been dragging for God knows how long. As I check the notification bar from my locked screen, I see it is from Seulgi, my fiancée. Remembering that she is currently at the Lotte Department Store to browse wedding dresses, I open the chat immediately, mistakenly assuming she probably sent a few photos of mannequins in wedding dresses for me to give opinions on. Instead, what I see is Seulgi clad in a black latex dress, her tiny cleavage peeking, her cute expression contrasting deliciously with her full latex ensemble, including black thigh high boots. No text accompanying the photo, she knows the photo is enough.
“Fuck”
That’s all I can think of, seeing Seulgi in latex. After a minute, I sent another text.
“Baby, that does not look like a wedding dress. But if you want to wear that, I can try convincing my parents.”
I wait, a delicious mix of anticipation and love and lust clouding my brain and my heart, making me appear restless in front of my colleagues as I check my phone again and again, as my boss, Kim Wan-Sun, glowers at me and drones on about something she thinks is important.
Another buzz. I unlock my phone immediately, the chat with Seulgi already open.
“Of course it’s not the wedding dress, silly. It just caught my eye.”
A second text comes from Seulgi immediately.
“Baby, you like me in latex that much?”
I can feel my face blushing and ears getting red over the insinuation of where this conversation may lead, making my body feel warm all over in the middle of the heavily airconditioned room.
“Yes. Buy it, please. Get the entire fit, including the gloves and definitely the boots. Use my credit card.”
I get a notification five minutes later on my banking app, letting me know that the entire outfit has cost me an arm and a leg.
Another photo from Seulgi, showing the full outfit in all its glory, accompanied by a text.
“Got a pair of stockings as well, baby. Thought you’d enjoy tearing into it.”
“Fuck, I am in the middle of a meeting but I can’t focus on anything else, Seulgi. Can’t wait to see you.”
I look at the time, realizing there is at least three more hours before I can get off work without raising any eyebrows, and considering the Seoul traffic, it will take me another hour to get home.
“Just so you know, I am wearing the entire outfit under my overcoat. The latex feels nice on my skin.”
My professionalism, my composure, my ability to stay calm and collected; all shatter with that one text. My desperation to feel Seulgi takes over completely, as I hurriedly send one last text as the meeting nears its end.
“Come to my office, then. I just can’t wait four more hours to see you, Seulgi. Need you ASAP.”
“On my way, baby. Latex is kinda annoying to take off anyway, I’d rather you did that instead of me.”
I smile, the biggest I have ever smiled in front of my colleagues, especially in the middle of a meeting as boring as this one. My boss sighs dejectedly one last time as she sees me glued to my phone, and concludes the meeting. Ignoring everyone, I rush to my tiny room at the almost ignored corner of the office floor, my recent promotion moving me up in the corporate world from an open cubicle in the middle of the floor to a partitioned workspace beside the storage room. I was not the most thrilled getting this space as a reward for my hard work, but man, am I glad that I got this secluded space.
After 30 minutes of me looking at my laptop restlessly, there is a knock on the door. Before I can get up to open it, Seulgi opens the door and enters, her face beaming with the shy, bear-like warm smile that I fell for a decade ago. Her brown overcoat hides the black latex outfit quite well, but as she walks towards me, I see some glimpses of what is underneath through the opening, throwing gasoline over the fire of my excitement.
I hug Seulgi tight as she kisses my cheek, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside just at the touch of her lips. She pulls back, sees my dumb expression, and smiles again, my hands still on her waist. “I met Wan-Sun unnie on my way here. She already complained about you to me, you know?” She nuzzles my hair, a mix of playful scolding and adoration. “Unnie says you were distracted during the meeting, and I said I am to blame.” Seulgi laughs again, looking at my face. “You’re dumb, you know that, baby? Getting worked up over just a photo.”
“Yes, I know. I think my IQ falls by 20 points whenever you are near me. I am practically in the negative IQ zone right now, Seulgi.” I squeeze her waist tighter, not able to resist myself from feeling her skin against me.
“Oh, you are restless.” Seulgi lightly slaps my forearm with her gloved hand, which only makes me grab her latex clad body tighter, my face now nestled in the crook of her neck, inhaling her natural scent, mixed with a subtle smell of rubber from the latex itself under her overcoat. I can feel my arousal rising in the middle of my tiny office, the almost distant hum of people working on the office floor feeling like a detail I should not bother myself with, especially when I have a goddess between my arms.
Fortunately, Seulgi’s IQ has not dropped like mine has. She whispers, “Lock the door” to my ears as I already start to kiss her neck softly, pushing me away with a bit of force this time to at least make me come to my senses enough to give ourselves one added layer of privacy. I open the door a bit, looking outside for a moment to make sure no one is near my room, and lock the door.
Just as I turn around, Seulgi presents herself to me with the perfect visage - the black latex dress hugging her upper body tightly, accentuating all of her curves. The black latex dress hugs her torso so tightly it looks painted on, and every tiny breath makes the latex stretch and gleam under the fluorescent lights, making the outline of her erect nipples already visible under the latex. The latex boots end just above her knees, where the black sheer stockings begin. The skirt is ridiculous, short and flared like a tutu, and it barely covers the tops of her thighs. When she shifts her weight the hem lifts just enough to flash a glimpse of sheer black stockings and the simple black panties underneath. The brown overcoat is disregarded on the floor, having served its purpose of covering Seulgi wearing latex from anyone else’s eyes.
I stare. I stare at Seulgi like she is the epitome of every late-night fantasy I have ever had, because she is. Seulgi has shifted from her everyday, clumsy posture to her graceful, dancer’s one, which makes everything much, much better. Back slightly arched, chest pushed forward, hips tilted just so. The latex turns every curve into something sharper, more deliberate. She knows exactly what she looks like right now, she has known from the moment she tried out the dress and sent me the photo. I can see the confidence in the way her eyes flick down to the obvious bulge in my trousers, then back up to my face.
Seulgi’s pride at making me lose my wits conflicts with the sudden shyness across her expression. The same shy, bear-like smile she has given me for a decade is there, mixed with pride, but at the same time, the reality of her dressed sexily in latex in the middle of my office during a workday makes her blush with embarrassment.
“You’re staring again,” Seulgi says in a voice low and a little breathless, but threaded with the same teasing confidence she used in those photos. The latex gloves creak softly as she rests one hand on her hip and lets the other trail down the flared hem of the dress, deliberately drawing my eyes lower. A faint flush rises on her cheeks, her shyness almost winning over, yet she doesn’t look away. “I knew this would get to you the second I put it on. That’s why I sent the pictures. But watching you look at me like this in person…”
The dress leaves nothing much to the imagination, and Seulgi’s arousal at the entire situation is obvious. Her nipples are outlined in perfect, insistent detail against the tight black latex, almost begging to be felt, and the faint sheen of wetness is already visible over her black panties. She doesn’t try to hide any of it. If anything, she stands a little taller, chin tilted, letting me take in every inch of what she chose for me, relishing how feral she can make me.
I stopped thinking the moment Seulgi walked in my office, and now I let my instincts guide my actions fully. My hands find her waist again, latex squeaking under my palms as I grab her waist harder than I had earlier, and I almost carry her by her waist to sit her on my office chair. Seulgi squeals a bit, both in delight and surprise. Her boots click against the floor, as she sits, thighs spread at my sudden movement. The flared skirt flips up as she sits and I drop to my knees between her spread thighs before she can close them, as if I am kneeling in front of everything that will ever matter.
My hands go straight to Seulgi’s thighs, and the contrast is enough to drive me insane. Smooth, warm latex over the top of her boots, then the softer give of the black sheer stockings, then the living heat of her actual skin just above the stocking tops, the heat between her thighs dampened by her black panties. I rub slowly, up and down, feeling how the material resists and then yields. Underneath the latex dress her body is already warmer than usual. I can feel the faint dampness of sweat starting to collect against the inside of her second skin.
“God, you feel…fuck” I do not even finish the sentence, I am not in the headspace to think anymore, this novel sensation overriding my senses. Instead, I just keep touching. My palms sliding over the tight bodice, over her toned abs, my thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts where the latex is stretched thinnest. The material is slick and cool on the outside, but the second I press harder I feel the living heat of her skin underneath. Her nipples drag against the inside of the dress every time she breathes, the light friction turning Seulgi on even more.
Outside the door the ordinary office sounds continue; keyboards clacking, a phone ringing two rooms over, the distant murmur of someone complaining about the coffee machine. It only sharpens the moment, makes me want to focus on Seulgi more. In contrast, as the possibility of us getting caught with my face between her thighs become more and more real with every passing moment, Seulgi starts feeling more shy, more aroused.
Seulgi makes a small, embarrassed sound and tries to close her legs. I gently push them wider again. “Don’t hide, baby.” I say. “You wanted me to see you like this. Let me.”
She bites her lip, latex-gloved hands resting on the arms of the chair, not yet gripping. The gloves make little soft creaks every time her fingers flex. I lean in and press my face against the short flared skirt, breathing her in. Rubber and skin and the faint clean scent of the lotion she always uses, all mixed up in the smell of her wetness. My hands slide higher, under the hem, until my fingers find the waistband of those plain black panties. I hook them and start pulling them down. Seulgi lifts her hips for me without being asked, the latex dress squeaking as it shifts. The panties come off easily. I toss them on the floor, as I inhale the stronger scent of her arousal directly.
The stockings are next. I do not bother being careful, as the stockings were meant to be torn. I grip the sheer fabric at her thighs and tear. The sound is sharp, loud in the quiet room. Seulgi gasps, softly moaning my name once as she grips onto the arms of my office chair. Another tear, then another, until both stockings hang in tatters around the tops of her boots. Her bare, toned thighs are revealed in all their glory under the harsh fluorescent light. The skin of her thighs feel soft, warm, slightly damp with a light sheen of sweat already. I run my palms up the insides of them, feeling the difference between the cool, resistant latex of the boots and the warmth of her inner thighs.
I look up at Seulgi as I keep kneeling. She is watching me with wide eyes, lips parted, her shyness contrasting the blush in her face at having me between her legs, the control she can exert over me through submitting to being pleasured.
“You’re wet, Seulgi, really wet.” I lean in and drag the flat of my tongue slowly up the length of her slit, tasting her properly for the first time today. She is already so wet the first lick comes away glistening. She tastes wet, familiar, slightly sharper from how turned on she is, a taste I can never get enough of. Seulgi’s hips jerk at the sensation of my tongue. A soft, high sound escapes her before she clasps a gloved hand over her own mouth.
I do it again, slower, relishing the taste of her wetness better now. Soft, broad strokes from the bottom of her entrance all the way up to her clit, then back down. I take my time, loving exactly how Seulgi feels against my tongue while she is wearing the latex. Every time she shifts, the dress makes that quiet, wet-sounding creak against the leather of my office chair. As I lick her pussy, my hands travel up over the tight bodice, feeling the heat and the sweat starting to make the inside of the dress slick against her skin. I interlace my fingers with hers, her latex glove against my bare skin, and hold on while I eat her out.
When I finally seal my lips around her clit and suck softly, Seulgi’s frees one of her hands from mine to grab onto my hair. The latex glove squeaks against my scalp. I keep the suction gentle at first, just enough pressure, then flick the tip of my tongue across the swollen little bud. She tastes even better the longer I stay between her thighs. I start alternating; wide, flat strokes that cover everything and lets me taste her more, then point my tongue and push inside her, fucking her with it in short, shallow thrusts while my nose stays pressed to her clit. The wet sounds are filthy in the quiet room.
Outside, someone walks past the door; their footsteps slow for a second as if they might knock, then continue on. Seulgi’s eyes fly open, releasing my scalp so that she can bite down harder on her own gloved finger, trying not to make a sound. I do not stop. I lick deeper, suck harder, use the flat of my tongue to gather every drop of her and then push back inside. As I push my tongue inside her, I can feel how her pussy is trying to squeeze against it, wanting to keep my tongue inside her longer, pulling it deeper. Her thighs start to tremble against my shoulders. The latex dress is growing warmer under my palms, as I feel the sweat collecting now, little slippery patches where the material no longer clings perfectly.
When Seulgi comes, it is with a muffled, broken moan against her own hand, thighs clamping around my head, the latex dress creaking loudly as her whole body tenses. I keep licking her through it, slower now, drinking everything she gives me until her legs finally loosen. The skin of her thighs is flushed and damp under my hands. The contrast between the slick, resistant latex and the soft, heated flesh underneath is almost too much.
I pull back just enough to look at her. Her face is flushed, eyes glassy, the shy smile completely gone and replaced by something raw and hungry. Her hair is a little messy now, soft strands sticking to her sweaty temple. “Turn around, baby.” I say.
Seulgi stands on slightly shaky legs. I spin her so she faces my office desk, then bend her forward over it, her arms balancing over the desk as she arches her back, presenting her ass towards me. The short dress flips up completely. Her bare ass and the glistening mess between her thighs are on full display, a sight I have seen over a thousand times, but never on my desk, never with her wearing latex. I shove my pants and boxers down just far enough, line my hard cock up, and push into her in one slow, deep thrust.
The sound she makes is half gasp, half whimper. I have to grab her hips hard, as my hands keep sliding on the slick latex, so I dig my fingers in until I have a proper grip. The material squeaks under my palms with every thrust. Outside I can still hear the low hum of the office floor. Someone laughs near the printers. It only makes me drive deeper.
“Fuck, Seulgi, baby..” I start moving properly, hips snapping forward, the wet sound of me sliding in and out mixing with the constant soft creak of the dress. Her boots stay planted on the floor. Every time I bottom out, the flared skirt bounces against her lower back. I reach around and squeeze her tits through the latex, feeling the hard nipples drag against my palms. The material is so tight it is almost like touching bare skin, only shinier, warmer, slipperier from the sweat underneath. I can feel the heat of her body trapped inside the dress, the way the latex has become a second, slicker skin. Seulgi’s pussy, somehow tighter and slicker, pulses softly around my cock as I drive into her again and again and again.
“You like this,” I lean forward and say against her ear, voice low. “You like knowing you can walk into my office in the middle of the day and drive me crazy with one outfit.”
Seulgi nods hard, forehead pressed to the desk now. “I do, baby” she whispers. The latex gloves creak as she grips the edge of the desk. “I love how you look at me. I love that I can still make you this stupid after all these years.” She pushes back to meet the next thrust, latex squeaking. “I’m going to keep doing this. Even after we’re married. Even when we’re old. I’m going to put on something like this and watch you lose your mind.”
The promise goes straight through me. I grab Seulgi’s arms, pull them behind her back, and use them as leverage to fuck her harder. The desk creaks under the duress. Seulgi bites down on her lips to muffle her moans, but I can hear her soft moans as I drive into her harder, her pussy squeezing my cock like her promise, never wanting to let me go. Outside I hear two colleagues talking about weekend plans as they walk past. Their voices fade, but for a second I am sure one of them slows. Seulgi freezes for a heartbeat, then pushes back onto me again, daring the risk.
The combination of the tight heat of her raw pussy, the constant slick noise and sensation of the latex, and the way she keeps pushing back onto me is too much. I bury myself as deep as I can one last time, pull out and immediately come hard across the small of her back, painting the shiny black material in thick stripes. Some of it slides down the curve of her waist. The rest stays, white against the glossy black, some getting stuck on the golden zipper at the back of her dress. The latex creaks softly as Seulgi breathes through it.
For a few seconds neither of us moves, too stunned, too ecstatic, too in love. The only sounds are our breathing and the distant office noise. A phone vibrates somewhere down the hall. Footsteps pass again, closer this time, then move on. Then I grab onto the zipper at the back of Seulgi’s dress as she lies down on top of my desk, and start to pull it down.
It comes off slowly. The material clings stubbornly to her sweaty skin, making soft wet sounds as it releases. Once the zipper is pulled down completely, I pull Seulgi up and turn her around to face me. First the top peels away from her breasts, leaving faint red marks where the dress and my hands have compressed her, then down over her ribs, her waist, her hips. When it finally clears her body I drop the dress onto the chair. The smell that rises off her is pure Seulgi mixed with warm rubber and sex. It is the best thing I have ever smelled in my life.
Seulgi lies on top of my desk in nothing but the thigh-high boots and the torn remnants of the stockings. Her skin is flushed deep pink under her breasts and the line around her waist, wherever the dress had been the tightest. Sweat makes her glow under the office lights. Soft, warm, marked, utterly mine. Her hair is more tangled now, soft strands sticking to her neck and temples. I reach up and brush it back, feeling how different it is from the slick latex I have been touching for the last twenty minutes.
I bend myself over Seulgi and start licking. I start at her collarbone, first tugging on the black choker she has on her throat with my teeth, then dragging my tongue through the thin sheen of sweat, then down between her breasts. I lick every red mark my hands have left. The skin is soft, slightly salty, alive in a way the latex never could be. When I reach her shaved armpit I do not hesitate, I press my face into the soft hollow and lick, slow and thorough, tasting salt and heat and her. Seulgi squirms, a startled little laugh turning into a moan. “That tickles—ah—baby, that’s so…”
I do the other side just as carefully, then work my way down her stomach, licking and dragging my tongue over the faint red bands the waist of the dress has left, lower, until I am licking the insides of her thighs clean of the mess we have already made. Her hands stay in my hair the whole time, latex gloves still on, the material squeaking softly every time her fingers tighten.
By the time I climb back up her body, Seulgi is shaking again. I kiss her properly, just the way she loves; deep, messy, open-mouthed, while I guide myself back between her legs. This time I push my cock in slowly, watching her ethereally beautiful face the entire way. Her eyes flutter as I enter her warm, inviting pussy. Her mouth opens on a silent moan against mine as if it is inviting my tongue in, and I oblige by pushing my tongue between her soft, kissable lips. Her soft skin against mine at last, no latex between us except the boots still wrapped around my hips.
I start thrusting in long, deep strokes, keeping most of my weight on my forearms so I can keep kissing Seulgi. Her boot-clad legs wrap around my waist, the smooth latex of the boots sliding against my lower back. Her gloved hands grab onto my forearms. Every time I bottom out she makes a tiny, broken sound into my mouth. The desk shifts an inch with the force of it. I keep fucking her in steady, grinding thrusts, kissing her through every one, tasting the sweat on her upper lip, feeling the way her body opens for me now that there is nothing between us but skin.
“I love you,” she whispers against my mouth, the words almost lost under the wet sounds of us. “Even when you look at me like you’re going to eat me alive.” She smirks against my lips. “Especially then.”
I kiss Seulgi harder, angling my hips so every stroke drags across the spot that makes her thighs tighten around me. I don’t stop. Even as the pressure builds at the base of my spine I keep fucking her in slow, deep, and deliberate thrusts that grind against that same place over and over. Her pussy is so wet, the wet sounds are filthy in the quiet office, but the real torture is the way it keeps grabbing my cock. Every time I bottom out she clenches hard, a tight, rhythmic squeeze that ripples from the base of my cock all the way to the tip, like she’s trying to pull me deeper inside her, deeper than I physically can be. The heat of her is almost unbearable after the slick cool of the latex; soft, living walls that flutter and spasm around me every time I drag back and push in again.
Seulgi’s breath breaks against my mouth. Her gloved fingers dig into my forearms hard enough to leave marks. She comes on my cock with a muffled, broken sound she tries to swallow against my tongue as her whole body locks, pussy clamping down in strong, pulsing waves that milk me in time with her orgasm. The squeezes are so tight and rhythmic I can barely move, but I force myself to keep thrusting through it, short, grinding strokes that drag across her still-spasming walls. Each one wrings another helpless flutter out of her, another soft, high noise she can’t quite hold back, even as my lips press against hers.
I don’t last much longer after that. The feeling of Seulgi coming around me pushes me over. I bury myself as deep as I can and cum inside her with a low groan she swallows with her lips, pulsing hard inside her while her legs stay locked around my waist in the latex boots and her gloved fingers squeeze my forearms hard enough to hurt. Soft skin, soft hair, the lingering scent of latex and sweat and her, everything I have been craving since the first photo hit my phone, while her pussy keeps giving those last, weak little squeezes around my cock, like it isn’t quite ready to let go either as it squeezed every last drop of my cum inside her.
We stay like that for a long time, our foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, the latex boots still wrapped around me, my cock still inside her pussy - wet and mixed with our cum, the discarded dress gleaming on the chair beside us, and the ordinary sounds of the office continuing just beyond the locked door like nothing in the world has changed. Seulgi eventually gives a small, breathless laugh and nuzzles my nose with hers.
“We’re going to have to be very careful walking out of here,” she murmurs. “I’m still wearing the boots. And I’m pretty sure half the floor just heard the desk moving.” I kiss the tip of her nose, then her lips again, slower this time. “Worth it.”
Her smile turns soft and wicked at the same time. Outside, footsteps approach again, then pass without stopping. Seulgi’s eyes sparkle with the same mix of nerves and heat that started this whole thing, as the latex dress lies crumpled and shiny on the chair, still warm from her body, still smelling of rubber and sex and the woman I am going to marry.
The Mitsubishi Evo sits low and mean on the quiet morning road in Tokyo, matte black panels swallowing the weak light, blue accents cutting sharp lines along the sides and the hood scoop. Custom carbon fiber mirrors, widened arches, the subtle growl of the tuned exhaust even at idle. You’re behind the wheel, one hand loose on the shift knob, the other resting on the thigh of the girl in the passenger seat.
Momo. Twice’s Momo. Your bratty little girlfriend who somehow decided an older guy with ink covering both arms, half his chest, and crawling up his neck was the one she wanted. She’s in a short white skirt that rides high when she sits, black crop top that shows the flat plane of her stomach, hair still a little messy from sleep. The city is just waking up—delivery bikes, early salarymen, the distant hum of traffic—but this stretch of road is empty enough.
She shifts in her seat, knee bouncing. “You’re driving too fucking slow, Daddy.”
You glance over. Her lower lip is pushed out, eyes half-lidded, already restless. “We’re in a residential area. You want me to floor it and get us pulled over?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, blunt, voice low and spoiled. “Right now. In this car. Before the streets fill up.”
Your cock twitches hard in your jeans. She’s been like this since last night—teasing, grinding against you in the elevator of the hotel, whispering filthy things against your ear until you had to shove her off and tell her to wait. She doesn’t like waiting.
You pull into a narrow side street lined with parked cars and shuttered storefronts, the Evo’s engine settling into a low idle. The windows are tinted dark. Still, anyone walking past could glance in if they tried hard enough. Risky. Exactly how she likes it.
“Get over here,” you say.
Momo doesn’t hesitate. She climbs across the center console, knee between your legs, skirt already riding up to show the black lace of her panties. She straddles your lap facing you, the steering wheel pressing into her back. Her hands land on your chest, fingers tracing the tattoos that peek out from under your shirt collar.
“You’re so hard already,” she murmurs, grinding down against the thick ridge in your jeans. “Big fucking cock just for me. My old man with all those tattoos. Makes me wet every time I look at you.”
You grip her hips hard, fingers digging into soft skin. “Take it out.”
She does, quick and eager, popping the button and zipper, shoving your jeans and boxers down just enough. Your cock springs free—long, thick, already leaking at the tip, the veins standing out against the dark ink that runs down your lower stomach and the top of your thigh. She wraps both hands around it and strokes once, twice, watching the way it pulses.
“Fuck, Daddy… it’s always so big. I don’t know how it fits.”
“You know exactly how it fits.” You slide two fingers between her legs, push the lace aside, and find her already slick. She gasps when you push one finger inside, then a second, curling them. “Dripping for it. Bratty little cunt couldn’t wait until we got back.”
She rocks against your hand, chasing the friction. “Because you keep teasing me. Driving around in this hot car looking like that. All those tattoos. Older. Mean. I need it.”
You pull your fingers free, slick them over the head of your cock, then line up. She lifts herself, holds the base, and sinks down in one smooth, greedy motion. The stretch is immediate—tight heat swallowing every inch until she’s seated fully, her ass flush against your thighs. A broken moan spills out of her.
“Shit—so deep.” Her forehead drops to your shoulder. “You’re splitting me open.”
You don’t give her time to adjust. Hands on her hips, you lift her and drop her back down, setting a rough, shallow rhythm that makes the Evo’s suspension creak softly. The windows start to fog at the edges. Outside, a bicycle rolls past. Neither of you stops.
Momo braces on your shoulders and rides you harder, skirt bunched around her waist, panties shoved to the side. Her pussy clenches around you every time she bottoms out. “Harder. Come on, Daddy—fuck me like you mean it. We’re in public. Someone could see.”
You growl and thrust up to meet her, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet car. “You want them to see? Want some salaryman to look in and watch you bouncing on this cock?”
“Yes,” she breathes, eyes glassy. “Let them watch your bratty girlfriend take every inch. Let them see how you own this pussy.”
You shift, angling her so you can reach deeper, one hand sliding up under her crop top to pinch a nipple. She cries out, loud, then bites it back into a whimper. The risk is real—any moment a pedestrian could pass close enough. It only makes her wetter. Slick runs down your shaft, coats your balls.
You push her off suddenly, turn her around so her back is to your chest, and pull her down again. This angle is different—deeper, the head of your cock dragging against her front wall with every bounce. She grabs the steering wheel for leverage, ass working in your lap, the blue-and-black dashboard framing the view of her arched back and the ink on your arms wrapped around her waist.
“Look at you,” you murmur against her ear, voice rough. “Taking Daddy’s cock in the middle of Tokyo like a good little slut. So tight. So fucking needy.”
“I’m not good,” she pants, pushing back harder. “I’m a brat. I do what I want. And what I want is this cock filling me up until I can’t walk straight.”
You reach around and rub tight circles over her clit while you fuck up into her. Her thighs start to shake. The car rocks subtly with every thrust. Somewhere down the street a door opens and closes. Footsteps. You don’t stop. Neither does she.
“Gonna come on it,” she gasps. “Gonna come all over Daddy’s big cock right here where anyone could see—”
Her orgasm hits hard. She clamps down, pulsing, a broken moan muffled against her own arm as she tries not to scream. You keep thrusting through it, chasing your own, the wet heat of her milking you relentlessly.
When she goes limp against you, you lift her off, spin her again so she’s facing the passenger seat on her knees, ass up, chest pressed to the leather. You climb over the console just enough, shove back into her from behind, and start pounding. The position is awkward, cramped, the roof low, but it lets you drive deep and hard. One hand fists in her hair, the other holds her hip steady.
“Take it,” you grunt. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you asked for.”
“Yes—yes, Daddy, fill me up. Cum inside. I want it dripping out of me when we drive again.”
The filthy words push you over. You bury yourself to the hilt and come hard, cock pulsing as you empty thick ropes deep into her pussy. She moans at the heat of it, pushing back to take it all. You stay locked inside her for long seconds, breathing heavy, the windows fully fogged now.
When you finally pull out, cum follows in a slow, messy trickle down her inner thighs. She stays bent over for a moment, catching her breath, then crawls back into the passenger seat with a satisfied, wicked little smile. She doesn’t bother fixing her panties or skirt properly. Just sits there, legs slightly spread, the evidence of what you just did visible if anyone looked close enough.
You tuck yourself away, wipe the fog from the windshield with your sleeve, and put the Evo back in gear. The engine rumbles to life. Morning light is stronger now. More cars on the main roads.
Momo reaches over and rests her hand on your thigh, fingers tracing a tattoo. “Drive us somewhere else,” she says, voice still rough. “I want to do it again before the city wakes up completely. Maybe with me bent over the hood this time. Or in the back seat. Or—”
You cut her a look. “Insatiable brat.”
She grins, sharp and sweet. “Your insatiable brat. And your cock is still half-hard. Don’t pretend you’re done with me.”
The blue-and-black Evo slides back onto the quiet Tokyo road, exhaust murmuring low. You can still feel the heat of her around you, still smell sex in the cabin. And she’s already shifting in her seat, restless again, ready for the next quick, risky round before the streets get too crowded to hide in.
The security breach at the Mnet recording studio had been minor — a sasaeng who'd slipped past the first cordon, made it as far as the green room hallway before security tackled him — but management wasn't taking chances. Not with NewJeans. Not when every comeback meant another tier of fame, another layer of threat.
That's where Y/N came in.
He stood six-foot-four with shoulders that filled doorframes and hands that could wrap around a basketball with fingers to spare. The suit was custom, black, cut to accommodate the thickness of his chest, the width of his back. His skin was deep brown, close-shaved head, a jaw that looked carved from something harder than bone. When he walked into a room, conversations didn't stop — they hushed. People felt him before they saw him.
The girls had been briefed: Y/N, former special operations, private security contractor, nine years of experience. He'd be on the overnight rotation, dormitory security, 10 PM to 6 AM. His presence was non-negotiable.
He took his position in the living room of the dorm — a sprawling seventh-floor apartment in Gangnam with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Han River. The rest of the security detail worked rotations outside, but he was the static presence. The last line.
Hanni and Haerin had gone to bed by eleven. Danielle and Hyein followed by midnight, leaving only the glow of the city through the glass and the occasional creak of the building settling.
And Minji.
She came out of her bedroom at 1:47 AM wearing silk pajamas — a pale lavender camisole and shorts that rode high on her thighs. Her hair was down, dark and straight, falling past her shoulders. She was twenty-two, the leader of the biggest girl group in Asia, and she moved like she knew exactly what every line of her body did to a room.
"You're still here," she said, padding barefoot into the kitchen. Her voice was soft, casual, like she'd just noticed him. She let out a small sigh as she opened the refrigerator, the sound deliberate, theatrical.
"I'm always here," Y/N said from his position by the window. His voice was low, a bass rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floor. "That's the point."
She opened the refrigerator, bent over to look inside. The shorts rode up. The curve of her ass pressed against the silk, and she took her time straightening, a bottle of water in her hand. She twisted the cap off slowly, let the cold plastic touch her lips.
"I couldn't sleep," she said, twisting the cap. "Too much energy."
"Then you should rest."
"I don't want to rest." She walked toward him, stopping a few feet away. Close enough that he could smell her — coconut and shea butter, clean skin, something floral underneath. "What do you do all night, just stand here?"
"Watch."
"Watch what?"
He turned his head, looked down at her. His eyes were dark, unreadable. "Everything."
Minji felt something curl in her stomach. A heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the apartment. Her boyfriend of two years — a producer at ADOR, soft-handed and careful, always asking permission — hadn't looked at her like that in months. Hadn't looked at her like she was something to be taken.
"What do you see?" she asked, her voice thinner than she wanted.
Y/N didn't answer. He just watched her, his gaze traveling from her eyes to her mouth to the line of her throat, slow and deliberate. She felt it like a touch.
"You should go back to bed," he said finally.
"Or what?"
A pause. His jaw tightened.
"Or nothing. I'm not here to tell you what to do. I'm here to keep you safe."
Minji wet her lips. "And what if I don't want to be safe?"
The words hung between them. She saw something flicker in those dark eyes — interest, hunger, control held in check.
"Go to bed, Minji."
It was the first time he'd said her name. Just her name, no honorific, no formality. Like she was anyone. Like she was his.
She went.
But she didn't sleep. She lay in her bed, thighs pressed together, thinking about the way his voice dropped when he said her name. Thinking about those hands. Thinking about what they could do. She pressed her palm between her legs and sighed into the darkness, imagining those thick fingers instead of her own.
A week passed. Minji found excuses.
Late-night water runs. Forgotten phone chargers. A glass of wine she nursed for an hour while sitting on the living room couch, wearing less and less each night. She'd sigh loudly when she stretched, let the sounds carry across the room.
He never approached. Never initiated. But his eyes tracked her — she felt them like a brand. When she bent to pick up a dropped earring, when she stretched in the kitchen with her arms above her head, when she crossed and uncrossed her legs on the couch, the silk of her shorts doing nothing to hide the shape of her thighs.
He was a statue. Patient. Waiting.
On the eighth night, she came out wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. No shorts. No bra. The shirt fell to mid-thigh, and the nipples of her medium breasts pressed against the thin cotton. She'd put on lip gloss and a touch of perfume. She'd brushed her hair until it shone.
She walked straight to him.
"I want to know," she said, stopping inches away. Close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. "What you think about. When you watch me."
Y/N looked down at her. His hands were clasped behind his back — military posture, controlled. "You don't want to know that."
"Yes, I do."
"It's not appropriate."
"I don't care about appropriate." Her voice cracked. "I have a boyfriend who touches me like I'm made of glass. Who asks if it's okay before he kisses me. Who finishes in thirty seconds and rolls over and goes to sleep." She was shaking now, the words spilling out. "I don't want gentle. I want—"
She stopped. Couldn't say it.
"What do you want, Minji?"
"Someone to take what they want from me."
The silence stretched. She could hear her own heartbeat. She heard his breathing — slow, controlled, measured.
Then Y/N moved.
His hand came up, caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger. His grip was iron. He tilted her face up, made her look at him.
"You don't know what you're asking for."
"Then show me."
He studied her for a long moment. His thumb traced across her lower lip, pressing just enough to part her mouth.
"If we do this," he said, his voice a low growl, "we do it my way. You don't tell anyone. You don't say no. And when I'm done with you, you crawl back to that boyfriend and pretend nothing happened. You understand?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I understand."
"Good girl."
The praise hit her like a shock. Her knees went weak. A soft sigh escaped her lips — the sound of surrender.
He released her chin, stepped back. "Your room. Now. Lock the door behind us."
She led him down the hall, heart hammering. Her bedroom was dark, lit only by the city glow through the curtains. She heard the door click shut, heard the lock turn.
Then she heard his belt unbuckle. The sound of metal sliding through leather. She sucked in a breath.
"Turn around."
She faced him. He stood between her and the door, a shadow against the dim light. His jacket was off. The white dress shirt stretched across his chest, the top two buttons undone. His forearms were thick, veins visible.
"Take off the shirt."
Her fingers fumbled at the hem. She pulled it over her head, stood naked in front of him.
He looked at her. Took his time. His eyes moved from her breasts — medium, full, nipples hard — down the flat plane of her stomach to the dark patch between her thighs.
"On your knees."
She dropped.
The hardwood was cold against her knees. She looked up at him, waiting. Her breath came in shallow pants.
He unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down. His boxer briefs strained against the length of him — a thick, heavy bulge that made her mouth go dry. She could see the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric, the sheer size of it making her thighs clench.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed his briefs down.
His cock sprang free, and she gasped.
It was massive. Twenty centimeters, dark as the rest of him, thick as her wrist. The head was broad and flared, already slick with precum that glistened in the dim light. A thick vein ran along the underside, pulsing. It stood heavy and hard, pointing toward her face like a weapon, like a threat.
"Haaah..." The sigh escaped her before she could stop it. A sound of pure awe.
"You like what you see?"
"Yes," she whispered. "God, yes."
"Open your mouth."
She did. Her jaw dropped, her tongue extended slightly, waiting.
He stepped closer, took himself in his hand, and slapped his cock against her cheek.
The impact was sharp, wet. The thick shaft connected with her skin, leaving a trail of precum across her cheekbone. She moaned.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it? A man who treats you like a hole."
He slapped her other cheek with it, the sound cracking through the quiet room. Her head turned with the impact. She moaned again, louder this time.
"Say it."
"Yes," she breathed.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good fucking girl."
He drew his arm back and slapped her face with his cock again — harder this time, the thick shaft landing across her lips and nose. The impact stung, and she felt her eyes water, but between her legs, her pussy clenched around nothing.
"Look at you," he said, his voice a low growl. "Getting wet from getting your face slapped with a cock."
He did it again. And again. Each slap landed across her cheeks, her lips, her chin. He used the full length of his shaft, from the thick base to the flared head, smearing precum across her face until her skin glistened.
"You love this, don't you?"
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, sir, I love it."
"Tell me what you love."
"Your cock. Slapping my face with your cock. Making me your — your whore."
"Whose whore?"
"Yours. Y/N's whore."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. Her face was tilted up toward the ceiling, her throat exposed. Her cheeks were wet with tears and precum.
"Open wider."
She dropped her jaw as far as it would go. He guided the head of his cock to her lips, pushed past them. The taste hit her tongue — salt and musk, male, overwhelming. He didn't wait for her to adjust. He thrust forward, filling her mouth in one smooth motion.
She gagged. Her hands flew up to his thighs, but she didn't push. She held on, fingers digging into the muscle as his cock slid deeper, stretching her throat, cutting off her air.
"That's it," he grunted. "Take it. Take all of it."
He pulled back, let her breathe for half a second, then thrust again, deeper this time. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she felt her eyes water, drool spilling from the corners of her stretched lips.
"Look at you. Minji the idol, drooling on her knees for a cock. What would your fans think?"
She couldn't answer. Couldn't do anything but take it, her throat convulsing around his length as he fucked her face in steady, brutal strokes. The drool ran down her chin, dripped onto her breasts. The sounds she made — guttural, animal, wet — filled the room.
"Your boyfriend ever fuck your throat like this?" He pulled out, let her gasp for air. His cock was slick with her saliva, glistening in the dim light. "Answer me."
"No," she choked, coughing. "He never—"
"No. He doesn't know what to do with a woman like you." He grabbed her hair, twisted his fist in the dark strands, and yanked her head back. "You need a real man. A man who isn't afraid to hurt you."
"Yes," she whimpered. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck my throat."
He didn't give her time to prepare. He grabbed the base of his cock and shoved it back into her mouth, but this time he kept going — past her throat, past the point where she'd ever taken anything before. The sheer size of him stretched her esophagus wide, the thick shaft forcing its way deeper than she thought possible. Her eyes flew open, tears spilling down her cheeks before she even understood she was crying.
"Take it," he growled, his voice a low rumble above her. "Take every fucking inch."
She tried. Her throat rebelled against the intrusion, convulsing around the massive length buried inside her. His cock was too thick, too long, and her throat wasn't built for something this size. She gagged violently, her hands flying up to his thighs, nails digging into his skin as her body fought to reject him. But he held her there, one hand fisted in her hair, keeping her locked in place. The tears came faster now, streaming down her face, mixing with the drool that poured from the corners of her stretched lips. "Haaaah... nngh... please..." The sounds were barely human, muffled by the flesh filling her throat.
"You're crying," he said, and there was dark satisfaction in his voice. "Crying because my cock is too big for your little throat. Look at you — Minji, the perfect idol, crying on her knees because she can't handle a real man's size." She nodded frantically, tears and saliva coating her chin, her nose pressed against his pelvis. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. All she could do was feel — the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness of having his entire twenty-centimeter length buried in her throat. "But you're going to take it anyway, aren't you?" Another desperate nod. More tears. "That's my girl."
He held her there for fifteen more seconds, letting her struggle, letting her cry, letting her feel every pulsing millimeter of his cock in her throat. Her lungs burned. Her vision blurred. And still he kept her there, buried to the hilt, until she was completely broken. Then he pulled out slowly, letting her feel every ridge, every vein on the way out. She collapsed forward, gasping, coughing, tears and drool and snot covering her face. Her throat burned. Her jaw ached. And between her legs, her pussy was soaking. He grabbed her chin, forced her to look up at him. "Good girl. You took all of it. I knew you could."
He shoved his cock back into her mouth, deeper than before. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, his balls against her chin. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Her throat stretched around him, and she heard herself making sounds she'd never made before — desperate, pleading sounds — as he held her there, buried to the hilt.
He stayed. Let her struggle. Let her lungs burn. Her hands beat weakly against his thighs.
Then he pulled out, and she collapsed forward, coughing, gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
"On the bed. Face down."
She crawled to the bed, climbed on, settled on her stomach. She heard him moving behind her, felt the mattress dip with his weight. His hands found her hips, pulled her up onto her knees. Her ass was in the air, her pussy exposed, dripping.
"Pretty pussy," he muttered. He ran a finger through her folds, and she bucked at the contact. She was soaking — her slick coated his finger, glistened in the dim light. "So wet for me. You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"
"All week," she admitted. "Every night. I couldn't — I kept thinking about you. About your hands. About—"
"About my cock."
"Yes. Fuck, yes."
"All week." He pushed two fingers into her without warning, and she cried out, her back arching. "Should have taken you the first night. Bent you over that counter and filled you up."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, please, I need—"
"Need what?"
"Your cock. Please, sir, I need your cock inside me."
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock. He didn't push in. He just pressed, the broad head stretching her entrance, teasing her. She could feel how wide he was, how much he was going to stretch her.
"Beg."
"Please. Please, sir, fuck me. I need your cock inside my pussy. I need you to fill me up. I need—"
He thrust forward in one brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt.
She screamed.
The stretch was incredible — a burning fullness that pushed at the walls of her pussy, spreading her wider than she'd ever been. She felt him in her stomach, an impossible pressure that made her gasp and moan and claw at the sheets. Her eyes rolled back.
"Fuck," he growled. "Tight little thing. Squeezing me already."
"Haaaah... fuck... oh fuck..." The sighs poured out of her, breathy and broken.
He didn't give her time to adjust. He started moving, long deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust pushed her forward on the bed, her breasts swinging, her moans turning into wordless cries.
He reached under her, grabbed her throat, and pulled her up against his chest. The change in angle made his cock reach deeper, and she felt the head press against something inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.
"That's your spot, isn't it?" He tightened his grip on her throat, cutting off her air. "Right there."
She couldn't answer. Couldn't breathe. She just nodded frantically as he fucked into that spot over and over, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound wet and obscene.
He released her throat, shoved her back down onto the bed. His hand came down on her ass — a hard, open-palmed slap that echoed through the room. The sting radiated through her flesh, and she moaned into the pillow.
"Count."
"One."
Slap. Her ass cheek jiggled from the impact.
"Two."
Slap.
"Three."
He spanked her rhythmically, alternating cheeks, the impacts landing sharp and precise. Her ass burned. Her pussy clenched around him. She was counting through moans, losing track, starting over.
"Please," she begged. "Harder."
He obliged. His hand came down harder, faster, turning her ass crimson. She was crying now, tears streaming down her face, but she'd never felt more alive. Each slap sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit.
"Such a dirty slut," he said, his voice a growl against her ear. "Getting off on being treated like garbage."
"Yes," she sobbed. "I'm your dirty slut. I'm your—your whore. Please don't stop."
He grabbed her hips and fucked her harder, his pace punishing. The bedframe slammed against the wall. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her screams, but she could still hear the sounds — the wet slap of his cock driving into her, his grunts, her own desperate pleas.
"I'm going to fill this pussy," he said. "I'm going to pump you so full of my cum it drips out of you for a week."
"Please. Please, I want it."
"Too bad." He pulled out abruptly, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness. "Turn over."
She rolled onto her back. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was swollen, glistening, the lips parted and pink from the abuse. Her slick ran down her thighs.
He climbed over her, positioned himself between her thighs, and drove back in.
This angle was different — deeper, more intense. He leaned forward, his weight pressing her into the mattress, and wrapped his hand around her throat.
"Look at me."
She met his eyes. The dark expanse of him filled her vision — broad shoulders blocking the light, sweat glistening on his skin. She could feel his heartbeat through his palm on her neck.
"You're mine," he said. "When I want you, you come. When I tell you to open, you open. When I tell you to cum—"
He thrust hard, grinding against her clit.
"—you cum."
"Yes," she breathed.
His hand moved from her throat to her stomach. He pressed down, his palm flat against her lower belly.
"Feel that?"
She did. She felt the hard ridge of his cock through the wall of her stomach, a visible bulge that moved with each thrust. The sight of it — the proof of how deep he was inside her — made her moan. Her hand flew down to touch it, to feel the shape of him through her own skin.
"That's me. Right there. You feel how deep I am?"
"Yes. Yes, I feel you."
"Good." He pressed harder, pushing against his own cock through her body. "I want you to remember this. Remember what it feels like to have a real man inside you."
"Fuck... haaaaaah..." The sigh was long and ragged. "I'll never forget. Never."
He fucked her slowly now, each thrust deliberate, grinding against her cervix. The bulge in her stomach moved with him, and she watched it, transfixed, her hands gripping his forearms. She could see the outline of his cock sliding in and out of her body, a constant visible reminder of how completely he owned her.
"Touch yourself."
Her hand moved between her legs. Her clit was swollen, sensitive, and the moment her fingers made contact, she gasped. She circled it frantically, already so close.
"Cum for me."
She didn't need to be told twice. The orgasm crashed through her, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him in waves. She cried out his name, the sound torn from her throat. He kept fucking her through it, driving deeper, harder, chasing his own release.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth," he said. "Open."
He pulled out, his cock slick and glistening with her juices. He moved up her body, straddled her chest, and pressed the head against her lips. She tasted herself on him — her slick, her cum, the salt of his skin.
"Open wide."
She parted her lips. He pushed past them, and she tasted everything. He thrust into her mouth, fucking her face as his hips jerked, his breathing ragged.
"Cum for me, sir," she said as best she could around his cock.
He groaned, a deep animal sound, and she felt his release hit the back of her throat — thick and hot, pulsing in waves. She swallowed, took every drop, her tongue working his shaft as he emptied himself into her mouth. His cum coated her throat, and she swallowed again and again.
When he pulled out, she kept her mouth open, showing him she'd swallowed it all. A string of cum connected her lower lip to the head of his cock.
"Good girl."
She smiled, drowsy and content. He moved off the bed, found her discarded shirt, and tossed it at her.
Over the next three weeks, Minji learned what it meant to belong to someone.
They met every night. Sometimes in her room. Sometimes in the storage closet off the practice studio. Once, in the back of his blacked-out SUV, parked in an underground lot while cameras swept the floors above.
He taught her things she'd never known about her own body. How much she could take. How much she could beg for.
She learned to kneel without being told. To keep her eyes down unless he commanded otherwise. To present herself — spread, exposed, ready — the moment he walked through the door.
He tied her wrists to the headboard with silk scarves. Bound her ankles to the footboard, spread so wide her hips ached. Blindfolded her with a strip of black satin, leaving her in darkness, vulnerable, every nerve alive and waiting.
"You don't know what I'm going to do," he said, his voice coming from somewhere to her left. "You don't know if I'm going to fuck you or hurt you or leave you here."
"Please," she said, her voice small. She could hear her own heartbeat in the darkness.
"Please what?"
"Please do something. Anything. I can't — I hate not knowing."
"I am. I'm making you wait."
She heard his footsteps circle the bed. The creak of the floorboards told her where he was. She felt the breeze when he moved past. Smelled his skin — cedar and musk and something darker. Her breath came faster.
When he finally touched her, her whole body jerked. His hand on her thigh, callused and warm, sliding up to her hip. She gasped.
"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"Thinking about my cock."
"Yes."
"Thinking about me filling your throat. Your pussy. Making you cum until you can't move."
"God, yes."
His hand cupped her pussy, his fingers sliding through her slick folds. "You're soaked. Just from my voice."
"Because I know what you can do to me. Haaaaah... I know what you're going to—"
"You know what I'm going to do tonight?"
"No," she gasped.
"I'm going to make you forget your own name. I'm going to fuck you until the only word you remember is mine."
He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, his pants dropping. Then the head of his cock pressed against her lips, and she opened for him without being told.
"Good girl. You're learning."
He fucked her mouth while she was still blindfolded, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her pace. She couldn't see how much she was drooling, but she felt it — the wetness running down her chin, pooling in the hollow of her throat. She tasted herself on him, tasted the precum leaking from the head.
When he came, it was down her throat, and she swallowed every drop. Then he untied her, flipped her onto her stomach, and fucked her until she screamed his name into the pillow.
Those first weeks were a blur of pleasure and pain. He introduced her to things she'd only read about in dark corners of the internet. He made her say degrading things and found that they made her wetter. He spanked her until she couldn't sit comfortably during recording sessions, and she loved the secret ache.
One night, he didn't fuck her immediately. He laid her out on the bed, spread her legs wide, and knelt between them. The air was cool against her wet skin, her pussy already glistening from anticipation.
"I want to watch you fall apart from my fingers first," he said, his voice low. "Before I put my cock in you. I want to see what your pussy does when I touch it just right."
"Yes, sir," she breathed, her thighs trembling.
He pushed two thick fingers into her pussy without warning, curling them upward immediately, searching. She gasped as he found the rough patch on her front wall — a spot that made electricity shoot through her entire body. Her back arched off the bed.
"Right there," he said, his voice full of dark satisfaction. "I felt that. Your pussy just clenched around my fingers."
"Haaaah... yes... right there..."
He worked his fingers in and out, pressing hard against that spot with each stroke, his palm grinding against her clit. The sounds were wet and obscene — her slick coating his hand, dripping down his wrist. Her hips bucked against his fingers, chasing the pressure.
"Please," she gasped. "Please, sir, I'm — I'm close —"
"I know you are. I can feel you tightening."
He curled his fingers harder, pressing deep into her g-spot with relentless precision. His thumb pressed down on her clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. She felt the pressure building — that strange dam about to burst, different from a normal orgasm, deeper and more terrifying.
"Let go," he commanded. "Squirt for me, Minji. Show me what my fingers can do to you."
She screamed as the pressure released. A hot stream shot from her pussy, soaking his hand, his forearm, the sheets beneath her. Her body convulsed as wave after wave poured out of her — not cum, but something else, something clear and hot that kept coming. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, milking them, as the fluid sprayed across his skin.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, watching the fluid cascade down his wrist. "Look at you. My fingers made you squirt. These two fingers right here." He curled them again, pressing into her g-spot, and another wave shot out of her. She sobbed, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Haaaah... please... I can't —"
"You can. One more."
He pressed harder, faster, his fingers a blur inside her. Her third orgasm hit before she was ready, another gush of fluid soaking the bed, dripping down her ass, pooling beneath her hips. She collapsed, trembling, her pussy still clenching around nothing, her thighs soaked.
He pulled his slick fingers out slowly, letting her watch the strings of fluid connect his skin to hers. Then he brought them to her mouth.
"Taste yourself."
She opened her lips and sucked his fingers clean, tasting her own sweetness mixed with his skin, her eyes never leaving his.
"That's my girl," he said, stroking her hair. "Now I'm going to fuck that sensitive little pussy until you forget your own name."
"Stand against the wall," he said one night. "Arms up. Palms flat."
She obeyed. The plaster was cool against her naked breasts. She heard him moving behind her.
"You've been a good slut tonight."
"Thank you, sir."
"I think you deserve a reward."
He grabbed her hips, positioned himself, and slid into her from behind. She moaned, pressing her forehead against the wall.
"But first — repeat after me."
"Anything."
"I am Y/N's personal whore."
"I am Y/N's personal whore."
"I exist to serve his cock."
"I exist to serve his cock."
"My pussy belongs to him."
"My pussy belongs to him." She was crying now, but she meant every word.
"Good girl."
He fucked her against the wall until she came, her legs shaking, her palms sliding down the plaster.
Minji's boyfriend called every night around eleven.
This had been true before Y/N. It remained true after. The phone would ring, and she'd answer, and they'd talk about his day, his work, his frustrations with the new girl group he was producing. He never asked about hers. Never noticed the rasp in her voice, the way she kept her answers short. The way she'd sigh when he talked about himself for too long.
Tonight, Y/N was behind her before the call connected.
She was on her knees on the bed, facing the wall, her phone propped against a pillow. The screen glowed with her boyfriend's face — soft features, tired eyes, the same sweater he'd worn in every call for a month. Behind her, Y/N's hands gripped her hips, his cock pressed against her wet entrance, the head sliding through her slick folds.
"Hey, baby," Minji said, and her voice was steady. The trick was keeping it steady.
"Hey. You look tired."
She was. But not for the reasons he thought. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, teasing, not pushing in yet. Just letting her feel the threat of it, the promise.
"Long practice," she managed. "The new choreography is killing me."
"I told you, you work too hard. You should rest."
Behind her, Y/N pushed in — just the head. She bit her lip, hard enough to taste blood. His cock stretched her slowly, inch by inch, and she had to concentrate on keeping her face neutral, her voice even.
"It's just — haaaah —" The sigh escaped before she could stop it. She covered quickly. "Just exhausting. The practices go so late."
"Are you okay? You sound out of breath."
"Fine. Just tired. Haaaaah..." Another sigh. She couldn't help it. Y/N was pushing deeper now, his thickness spreading her walls apart, and every inch made her want to moan.
"You keep sighing," her boyfriend said, his brow furrowing. "Are you sure nothing's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Her voice pitched higher as Y/N buried himself to the hilt. She gripped the sheets, her knuckles white. "Just — haaaah — relaxing. Finally sitting down."
"Your mom asked about you," he said, thankfully changing the subject. "She wants to know if you're coming to the family dinner next week."
"Tell her... tell her I'll try." Y/N pulled back slightly, then forward, a slow deep stroke that pushed the air from her lungs. "I have — haaaah — schedules. I don't know if I can."
"Again? You missed the last three."
"I know. I'm — haaaah — sorry. I'll try harder."
Y/N started moving in earnest, his thrusts slow and deep, designed to push the air from her lungs without letting her cry out. Her mouth opened in a silent moan. She forced her eyes to stay on the screen, to keep her face neutral.
"Why do you keep sighing like that?" her boyfriend asked, his eyes narrowing. "You sound... I don't know. Distracted."
"Just — haaaah — tired, baby. Really tired. The practices are — ah — intense."
"It sounds like more than tired."
Y/N fucked harder, his hips slapping against her ass with wet, muffled impacts. The sound was obscene, and she knew — she knew — he could hear it through the phone if he was listening closely. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple.
"I'm fine," she said, and it came out as a gasp. "Just — haaaah — really hot in here. The AC is broken."
"You said that last time. Maybe you should see a doctor."
"Maybe. Haaaaah..."
The rhythm was punishing now. Y/N's cock drove into her g-spot with every thrust, and she felt her face starting to contort. Her eyes wanted to roll back. Her tongue wanted to loll out. The ahegao was coming, and she couldn't stop it.
"Minji? Your face looks weird. Are you okay?"
"Fine!" The word came out too sharp, too fast. She forced a smile, but her pupils were disappearing, rolling up into her skull. "Just — haaaah — stretching. You know how — haaaah — stiff I get after practice."
"I guess. You sure you're not sick? You look flushed."
"I'm — haaaah — I'm sure."
Her jaw went slack. Drool started to escape the corner of her mouth. She caught it with her tongue, but more followed. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, her face a perfect mask of mind-breaking pleasure. She was barely holding on.
"I need to — haaaah — I have to go. Early call tomorrow."
"Already? We've only been talking for — what was that sound?"
"What sound?"
"That... wet sound. Like slapping."
Her heart stopped. "Nothing. Just — haaaah — the fan. Old fan. Haaaaah..."
"It sounded like —"
"I really have to go. I love you. Bye."
She ended the call before he could respond.
The moment the screen went black, she dropped the phone and screamed. Her face snapped into full ahegao — eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, drool running down her chin — as Y/N grabbed her by the hair and fucked her into the mattress.
"That was beautiful," he growled, yanking her head back. "Talking to your boyfriend with my cock in your pussy. All those sighs. Did he know? Did he fucking know?"
"No," she sobbed. "He didn't — he couldn't —"
"I think he did. I think he heard every wet slap. I think he knows his girlfriend is a slut for a thick black cock."
"Yes," she cried. "I'm a slut. I'm your slut."
"Say his name."
"Who?"
"The boyfriend. Say his name while I fuck you."
"J-Jungho," she choked out, her face still twisted in ahegao, drool pooling on the pillow.
"And whose pussy is this?"
"Yours. Fuck — yours, sir."
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You," she sobbed. "I belong to you, Y/N."
He pulled her up, wrapped his hand around her throat from behind, and fucked her harder, deeper. Her face was fully contorted now — ahegao, eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, tongue lolling out, drool running down her chin and dripping onto the sheets. She was a mess. She was beautiful.
"You're going to cum for me, and you're going to call my name while your boyfriend's picture watches."
"I—"
"Cum. Now."
The orgasm ripped through her, violent and total. She screamed, a raw sound torn from her throat — not his name, not any word, just a primal cry of release. She felt his hand tighten on her neck, felt his cock pulse inside her as he came, hot and thick, filling her pussy with rope after rope of cum.
When he pulled out, his cum dripped down her thighs in thick white streams. He pushed two fingers into her, scooping it up, and brought it to her lips.
"Clean."
She opened her mouth, sucked his fingers clean, tasting both of them together. Her eyes stayed on the phone screen, on her boyfriend's smiling face.
"Good girl," Y/N said, stroking her hair. "You did so well."
The missionary sessions became her favorite.
She didn't know why — maybe because she could see him. The full weight of him, the dark expanse of his chest, the concentration on his face as he fucked her. She could watch his muscles work, watch the sweat bead on his skin, watch his jaw tighten when he was close. She could see the want in his eyes.
He had her on her back, legs hooked over his shoulders. His cock drove into her at an angle that made her see stars, the head pressing against her deepest, most sensitive places. Each thrust made her gasp.
His hand found her throat.
"Look down," he said.
She did. She saw the bulge in her stomach, the hard outline of his cock moving beneath her skin. It was unmistakable — a ridged shape that rose and fell with each stroke. He pressed his palm against it, pushing down, and the pressure made her gasp.
"That's how deep I am. You see that?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Oh god, yes."
"This is what a real man feels like."
Her hand moved down, pressing against his, feeling the shape of him through her own body. The intimacy of it — the proof of how completely he filled her, how he reached places inside her she didn't know existed — made her sob. She could feel the head of his cock through her own belly, could trace its outline with her fingertips.
"You're going to feel this tomorrow," he said, his hips moving in slow, brutal thrusts. "Walking around with your members. Smiling for cameras. And you're going to remember my cock inside you."
"Yes."
"And you're going to smile wider, because you know something they don't."
"Yes."
He reached down, found her clit, and pinched it between his fingers. Hard. She gasped and bucked.
"Cum for me."
She did, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave. Her pussy clamped down on him, and he followed her over the edge, his cum flooding her, dripping out around his cock.
But he didn't stop.
He kept fucking her, even as she whimpered from oversensitivity, even as his cum turned to white froth around his shaft. He fucked her until he was hard again, until he was ready to fill her a second time.
"You said you wanted to feel it," he said. "So feel it."
He fucked her for two hours. Made her cum seven times. Filled her pussy, her mouth, the space between her breasts. When he was done, she couldn't walk. Could hardly speak. Her legs were jelly, her throat raw, her pussy aching and full.
She lay in the center of the bed, covered in sweat and cum, her body marked with fingerprints, her ass still red from spanking, her throat bruised from his grip. She was a masterpiece of use.
But this time, something different happened. As her pussy clamped down on him and her orgasm crested, she felt a pressure building — a new kind of sensation, deeper than any climax she'd had before, like a dam about to burst. Her body tensed, her back arching off the bed. "Please," she gasped, her voice high and panicked. "Something's — I don't know what —"
"Let it go," he said, his voice low and commanding. He thrust harder, his cock driving into her g-spot with brutal precision. "Let it go, Minji. Don't hold back."
She screamed as the pressure released. A hot stream of fluid shot from her pussy, soaking his stomach, the sheets, her own thighs. She squirted — hard and uncontrollable, her body convulsing as wave after wave of liquid poured out of her. She'd never done that before. Never even knew she could. The fluid ran down her ass, pooled beneath her hips, soaked the bed in a dark wet patch. "Holy fuck," he growled, watching the liquid cascade down his abs. "Look at you. Squirting all over my cock like a good little slut. Did your boyfriend ever make you do that?"
She couldn't answer. Couldn't do anything but lie there, trembling, as the last waves of fluid dripped from her swollen pussy. Her thighs were soaked. The sheets were ruined. She shook her head slowly, tears of overstimulation running down her temples. "N-no," she managed. "Never." He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "That's my girl. My perfect little squirter. Only I can make you do that."
He stood over her, still hard, his cock coated in a mixture of their fluids. It glistened in the dim light, thick and dark and utterly spent-looking, yet still erect.
"You need one more."
She looked up at him, exhausted but hungry. Her eyes were glassy, her lips swollen. "Please."
He climbed back on the bed, straddled her chest. His cock hung heavy above her face, thick and dark and still slick from her pussy. She could smell herself on him.
"Open."
She opened her mouth. He pressed the head against her tongue, and she tasted everything — his cum, hers, the salt of his skin. Her eyes fluttered closed.
"Look at me."
He pulled out slowly, and she felt his cum leaking out of her immediately — thick white streams running down her inner thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her. He knelt between her legs, watching it drip out of her swollen, reddened pussy. The sight of his seed spilling from her body made him hard again instantly.
"Look at that," he said. He pushed two fingers into her, scooping up a generous amount of his cum, and brought it to her lips. "Open."
She parted her lips, and he pushed his fingers inside. She tasted herself and him together, the mixture warm and salty and intimate. She sucked his fingers clean, her eyes never leaving his. "That's what a real man leaves inside you," he said. "Not that boyfriend of yours who finishes in thirty seconds and rolls over."
She swallowed, her tongue working the last traces of his cum from her lips. "I want more," she whispered. "I want to feel it dripping out of me tomorrow. I want to walk on stage and know I'm full of your cum. I want everyone to know — even if they don't — that I'm yours."
She opened them. Met his gaze.
"Deepthroat yourself," he said. "Show me you want it."
She grabbed the base of his cock with both hands and guided it into her mouth, pushing past her gag reflex, taking him until her lips met her fingers. She held him there, her throat convulsing around him, tears streaming from her eyes. She didn't fight it. She let it happen. Let him fill her completely.
He let her stay. Let her struggle. Let her prove herself.
Then he came, hot down her throat, and she swallowed it all. Her throat worked around him, milking every drop.
"Good girl," he said, pulling out. He stroked her hair, a gesture that was almost tender. "You did well."
She smiled, drunk on endorphins and exhaustion and the feeling of being owned. Her hand found his, squeezed it.
"Tomorrow?" she asked.
"Tomorrow."
The affair continued through the next comeback, through the music show wins, through the variety show appearances, through the international flight to Tokyo.
Y/N went wherever NewJeans went. He stood in the shadows of concert venues, watched her from backstage, his eyes tracking her through every performance. In the daylight, he was professional, distant, the perfect bodyguard. No one suspected.
And every night, she came to him.
The dynamic deepened. He learned her limits — and pushed them. She learned his tells — and tested them. They developed a rhythm, a language of dominance and submission that required no words.
Sometimes he made her crawl across the hotel room to him. She'd get on her hands and knees and cross the carpet, her breasts swaying, her eyes on the floor. She'd stop at his feet and wait.
"Good girl. Now worship."
She'd take his cock in her mouth without being told how, and she'd do it until he was satisfied.
Sometimes he made her stand against the wall, arms above her head, and wait while he decided what to do with her. She'd stand there for ten minutes, twenty, her muscles trembling, her pussy dripping onto the floor. He'd walk past her, ignore her, make her wait longer.
"Please," she'd whisper.
"Please what?"
"Please touch me. Use me. Anything."
Sometimes he made her repeat degrading phrases — "I'm Y/N's personal whore," "I exist to serve his cock," "My pussy belongs to him" — until she believed them.
And she did believe them.
Because he'd shown her what she was. What she needed. The part of herself she'd buried under years of idol training, public smiles, and the careful, gentle hands of a boyfriend who didn't understand what she really wanted.
She was a woman who needed to be broken before she could feel whole.
And Y/N was the only man strong enough to do it.
One night in Tokyo, he had her on her knees in front of the hotel window. The Tokyo skyline spread out below them, a million lights glittering in the dark.
"Look at that," he said, standing behind her. "All those people down there. They have no idea that NewJeans' leader is on her knees, naked, waiting for my cock."
"Haaaaah... no, sir. They don't."
"Touch yourself."
She reached between her legs. Her fingers found her clit, and she moaned.
"Show me how wet you are."
She pulled her fingers away, held them up. They glistened with her slick, strings of it connecting her fingers.
"Good fucking girl. Now open your mouth."
She did. He leaned forward and slapped her face with his cock — once, twice, three times. The thick shaft connected with her cheek, her lips, her chin. She moaned with each impact.
"You love being my little cock-sleeve, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then prove it."
She opened her mouth wide, and he thrust inside. She took him down her throat without hesitation, without gagging. She'd learned. She'd become what he needed her to be.
She stood on stage in front of 30,000 fans, the lights so bright she could barely see past the first row. Her body moved through the choreography automatically, sunbaes and gestures and smiles that she'd practiced a thousand times.
Under her skirt, she wore nothing.
Y/N's cum dripped down her thigh.
She'd knelt for him before the show, in her dressing room, the door locked, the clock counting down. He'd fucked her throat, filled her mouth, made her swallow. Then he'd pushed more into her pussy, pulled her skirt down, and sent her to perform.
"You're going to be on that stage," he'd said, "smiling at your fans. And every time you move, you're going to feel me dripping out of you. You're going to remember who you belong to."
She hit the final pose, the crowd roaring. The lights were hot on her skin, the sound deafening.
Her smile was radiant.
And inside, where no one could see, she was his.
She thought of his hands. His voice. The way he said her name. The way he took from her exactly what she needed to give.
OC: “Ludaya! We can’t do this here, we could get caught…”
L: “I can’t help it! Sunbaenim was so handsome, he made me so wet. I need him right now…”
Now you might be wondering, how the heck did you end up fucking Lee Luda inside her high school’s girl’s bathroom of all places. So let’s take you back a little bit…
Your coach was a part-time PE teacher for a certain high school near your gym. You and his personally selected few fighters would assist him in his lectures of combat sports. Although you catch a few glimpses of the female students constantly looking at you for your foreign looks and fluency in Korean, you thought nothing considered NSFW was going to take place between you and any of the female students. You obtained a list of the Coach’s student’s names and age. Most of them were minors about 17-18 years old. But one’s name and age got you surprised.
Name: Lee Luda
Age: 21
Year: Senior High
You can’t help but wonder why there is a 21 year old student in a class filled with mostly teenagers. You searched for the student and you were surprised how young and how cute she looked. Anyone could easily mistake her for still being a minor for she wasn’t tall and her face was like that of a baby’s. As cute and innocent as she looked, she was basically the Nuna or the Unnie in her batch and was the only adult.
You don’t remember the exact details how you really fucked her for the first time nor how you started your sexual relationship, all you remembered was seeing Luda approach you during class and introduced herself to you in a very cute voice.
“Hi…”
That was all you could remember. The next thing you know, you were already locking lips and making out with the cute girl and have slept in each other’s places in the last 3 weeks.
And now here you are once again with Luda on your body as you slowly fuck her from behind sitting on the closed toilet bowl. Of all the moments you’ve had with each other, this was the most daring as of the moment for you were fucking the cute girl inside the cubicle with some students outside that could potentially catch you in the act at any time.
“Ahhh!” You place your right hand on Luda’s mouth to quiet her down as you slightly increase your pace. Although you’ve fucked her many times before, you could never get used to how tight she was and holding on to not fire early was a major challenge for you.
It didn’t take long for your load to signal your brain that you were ready to explode.
OC: “L-ludaya! I’m gonna cum! Where do you want it?”
L: “Inside! I want sunbaenim’s cum inside me…”
You give Luda a kiss on her neck as you pummel into her a few more times until you shoot massive amounts of cum inside Luda’s small little pussy. You can only groan in silence as you both slowly catch your breaths before sneaking out of the bathroom undetected…
“Is she asleep?” I asked Dayoung discreetly, even though I already knew the answer.
“Yes, sir. The madam has taken her prescription and she is all rested.” Dayoung replied, her professionalism, always a regular around the household, except for one little thing.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I uttered back, lowering my voice a little further, in which the girl quickly got the message.
“I mean, Yes… Daddy…” She replied.
It didn’t take long for our lips to meet once more. The touch and the feel of her was something I never thought I needed once more.
A month of “accidental touches” and “casual bumps” had led me to this. I never thought I needed a young competent and obedient girl like her to make me feel alive once more.
My wife and I were barely in our sixties when a stroke suddenly crippled her body. Her mind followed soon after, Alzheimer’s.
I’d rather not talk about how many times she had woken up thinking she was in bed with someone else. It hurt. It hurts so much! I thought about sending her to day care but our kids fucking refused. I mean, who the hell were they to tell me what to do when it’s not even them having to change their mother’s diapers or feed her in bed?
And that’s where Im Dayoung came in. She was a caregiver and registered nurse assigned to my wife back in the hospital. And from the very moment we laid eyes, I could tell she was trouble.
Her skirt was always too high and her blouse too low. There hasn’t been a day since last month that my eyes met her thick thighs or her tits bulged out of her blouse. Her buttons looked like they were fighting for dear life, a flash of her bra, black, pink, purple, red, you name it, I saw them all, I always did.
And what else were an able-bodied man and a sexy young and able-bodied woman were supposed to do when they were stuck in a room with a bed-ridden patient that slept most of the time because of her antibiotics?
Like I said, a few touches here and there led us to this. I didn't just want her; I needed the feeling of someone who wasn't breaking apart.
Right now, she was basically a resident of my household. My wife was too dumb or too deluded to even remember who she was or what her name was. The days went by and so did Dayoung’s clothes. Gone were the caregiver uniforms and nurse's scrubs.
Tonight, she was wearing a tight purple shirt, if you could even call it that, and these really small and tight shorts that just hugged her thighs and flaunted her ass-crack. One could argue that by next week, she might as well look after my wife naked.
I didn't waste time. I held the girl up her ass and hoisted her up against the wall. She felt like a warm, soft weight of sin against my chest. My hands didn't hesitate; they slid right under that shirt, finding the soft layer of her lacy black bra that has been teasing me all day!
“Oooh… Easy, Mr. Richards…” She cooed.
“You’re going to sprain your wrists again…” She added, her concern and professionalism still present even in times of sin.
“You’re worth the pain…” I muttered back.
I took her out of the wall to take us to my couch, my arms and lips never leaving hers as I slammed my ass down, my thighs cracking when her bum landed flush.
“Are you alright?” She inquired.
I tried to play it cool, but the wince that came out of my lips told me that the cramp was significant. I thought, God! Not this too! It was one of those moments where I felt my age come to me. I’d have this girl all day anytime if I wasn’t diagnosed with arthritis. The doctors may have said they were mild, but in times like these, when a girl like Im Dayoung was sitting on my lap, the pain felt like an insult to my well-being.
“Here… Let me do something else instead…” She purred.
Before I could even ask, the girl was already down between my legs, her knees resting on my carpet as she pulled down my pants. I wasn’t hard quite yet, but Dayoung’s hands rested on the sprained area and it didn’t take long for her fingers to do their magic!
“Ohhh yeah…”
The massage was purely clinical at first, her thumbs digging into the tension of my thighs with a practiced precision that made me groan. But the second she shifted her grip, the professionalism was long gone. Her small, warm hands slid up and down to cup me. She didn't just touch; she squeezed, her eyes looking up at me with that familiar look that told me she knew exactly was doing.
The girl leaned in, the maw of her mouth, young, warm and wet as she took me in with a slow suction. Dayoung didn't rush; she never did. I let out a ragged breath, my fingers instinctively digging into her scalp, pulling her closer as she began a rhythmic, sliding motion.
Every second was like an eternity. I’m taken back 30 years, the last time I felt my wife’s jaw tighten around my dick. She always struggled taking my cock, but this girl, Im Dayoung, was blowing me like her mouth was meant for it! Every time she did this, I always asked, was I always this big? Or is her mouth just that small?
My tip always reached the back of her throat. Every angle and every position that we’ve done it always dragged my cock’s peak deep right next to her larynx.
She didn’t need my hands nor my commands to take me further. She just bobs her head up and down rapidly, even encouraging me to grab fistfuls of her hair as she takes me deeper or makes me thrust my hips in and out of her mouth. The girl just took it, her eyes watering and her throat making these guttural, wet sounds of submission that drove me wild. It was like this that I wasn't being gentle. Her mouth was like a toy, slamming into my crotch with a desperate, starving energy, feeling the tight ring of her throat clench around me every time I bottomed out.
I pushed deep inside her mouth one more time before abruptly pulling out, her breath coming out of her lips so loud you’d think a distraught animal just entered the room. The girl didn’t waste time. Dayoung stood up and stripped in front of me, tugging shorts and thong down in one go, and tossed that blasted purple shirt out of her chest, leaving her in a discarded lacy black bra that wasn’t properly clinging on to her chest, her dark nipples poking out of the cups’ edge.
She didn’t think twice and sunk down, her eyes not leaving mine as I felt her inner walls fold around me.
“G-God…”
For a 27 year old girl, she was at the prime of her lifetime. I was just as adventurous and playful as this girl was when I was her age. Her tightness was something that I never thought I would be lucky enough to experience again, a crushing pressure that felt like it was trying to wring every drop of life out of me.
My hips barely moved; they didn’t have to. Im Dayoung was like sex incarnate! Every angle and every slight change of position was like a preemptive and precise attack on my pleasure. She arched her back, her chest heaving as those dark nipples grazed my skin, and she began to ride me with a frantic, desperate speed.
Her hips moved gracefully like that of a Latina dancer. I’m thinking of Shakira or that one the younger generation called, Tyla. She had that song that said to make her sway like water. That’s exactly how Im Dayoung was moving right now…
There was no way my wife could move like this even if you took us back! Dayoung was like a wave moving smoothly into my groin like her body was designed solely to house my nuts. She threw her head back, her throat arching into a long, pale line of submission, her long blonde hair whipping across my chest like a lash.
And when her arms rested on my shoulders, she started bouncing, constantly plowing and impaling herself back and forth against my cock like she was trying to reach my soul. I felt her internal walls clench and ripple around me, a tight, wet vacuum that sucked me deeper with every slam. I could hear the wet, slapping sound of her pelvic bone hitting mine, a rhythmic thud that echoed through the silent living room while my wife lay oblivious and brain-dead just on the other side of that door! The risk of it all—the sheer, filthy audacity of this—only made the friction feel hotter, more electric.
“Are you feeling better Mr. Richards? Are you almost there?” She inquired in the midst of her bouncing.
“Y-Yes, Dayoung… I feel so much better… A-Almost there…” I grunted.
And this was where we would get out of control. This was the moment where the haze and the fog of lust consumed us. Our bodies were now moving on their own, our eyes shut or half shut as our movements become erratic and inconsistent.
All I could think about was the grip of my hands on her waist, guiding her in whatever form and rhythm she was now in.
All I could feel was the warmth and the tightness of her young warm clit closing in on me, ready to spritz as she pushed herself down to the hilt. I shifted my grip, digging my fingers into the soft meat of her thighs to lock her in place, and then I bucked upward with every bit of strength my aging frame could muster. Dayoung bit her own hand to stifle her moans, her inner muscles pulsing in a series of rhythmic, violent contractions that clamped around my shaft like a vice.
It was only a matter of time now. Every second and every thrust was bringing us closer and closer to edge until…
And that was when I felt it. A large volume of liquid came spewing out of our thighs, right were our bodies interlocked. Her body vibrated in jolts of electricity, her pussy walls clamping down on me so hard I thought she might actually snap my cock.
The sigh that left my lips was something I never recognized. I never did. The sound always changed, yet the reason was always the same. I came. I came inside Im Dayoung. I always did.
I might’ve spewed out my jizz elsewhere, but her womb was always the jackpot. I often asked her if she was worried, but the girl never complained. A box of birth control pills was always there by the medkit. There hasn’t been a day since last month where my cock rested in her clit and my sperm flooded her womb. That would’ve given me a third child if she wasn’t protected.
“Are you satisfied now, sir? Do you feel relieved?” She asked, though her voice still had that purr of sin lingering in her tone in which I couldn’t help but nod.
“Yes, Dayoung… You did a wonderful job…” I replied.
And it only took a split second for her to go from needy little brat to registered nurse once more.
“Now let’s get you cleaned up, Mr. Richards. It’s time for you to take your medicine…”
You grip a thick fistful of Yoona’s silky dark hair, pulling her head back as you thrust hard into her pussy. She’s perched right on the edge of your car’s open trunk, legs spread wide, that tight green knit skirt bunched up around her waist. Her black lace panties are stuffed deep in her mouth, muffling her desperate moans into wet, needy sounds.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
You growl, slamming into her again. One hand holds her thigh high against your hip, spreading her open wider while you pound her relentlessly. The car rocks slightly with each thrust. The quiet underground parking garage amplifies every wet slap of skin on skin.
Yoona’s eyes are glassy with lust, tears of overwhelming pleasure clinging to her lashes. The elegant woman who smiled so sweetly for the cameras earlier tonight is completely ruined. Skirt hiked up, tits spilling out of her bra with her cropped green top bunched up under her chin, mascara running. Her muffled cries vibrate around the soaked panties in her mouth as you drive deeper, grinding against her clit with every stroke.
You yank her hair harder, forcing her to arch her back, almost folding her in half.
“Look at me while I fuck you.”
Her gaze locks onto yours, obedient and desperate. You release her thigh just long enough to slap her ass sharply, making her jolt and clench tighter around your cock. She’s soaking wet, her juices dripping down onto the trunk’s edge. You’ve been fucking her like this for several minutes already, using her perfect body exactly how you want. You pull the panties from her mouth for a moment, letting her gasp for air.
“Please… harder…I need it.”
You shove the panties back between her lips and slam into her even deeper. Your hips snap forward with bruising force. Yoona’s muffled scream is music to your ears. You hold her leg up high, her face almost touching her leg, as you rail her, the angle letting you hit that perfect spot inside her over and over.
Her walls flicker wildly around you. She’s close again. You can feel it in the way she squeezes you and her thighs tremble in your grip. You reach between you and rub her swollen clit with your thumb, to make sure she orgasm for a second time in a matter of minutes.
Yoona cums hard, eyes rolling back as her entire body convulses. Her pussy pulses and gushes around your cock, soaking your shaft and balls. You don’t slow down, fucking her straight through her orgasm until she’s shaking and whimpering.
You finally pull out, your cock glistening with her release. Yoona slumps back against the trunk, chest heaving. You pull the panties from her mouth and drag her off the trunk, spinning her around. You bend her over the edge, her upper body resting inside the trunk while her ass and legs stay outside. You slide back into her soaked pussy in one thrust, groaning at how tight she still feels. Grabbing her hips with both hands, you start fucking her from behind with long, punishing strokes. Her perfect ass jiggles with every impact, the green skirt still bunched uselessly around her waist.
“Yes-fuck me, please.”
Yoona’s voice breaks. She pushes back against you, greedy for more even after cuming so hard.
You reach forward and grab her long hair again, using it like reins as you pound into her. The sound of your hips slapping against her ass echoes through the garage. You spank her repeatedly, leaving red handprints on her pale skin.
After several intense minutes, you pull out and turn her around again, lifting her so she’s sitting on the trunk edge once more. This time you hook both of her legs over your arms, spreading her wide open. You slide back inside her slowly, savoring the way her pussy stretches around you.
“Look down.”
You tell her.
“Watch how I fuck you.”
Yoona obeys, eyes fixed on where your thick cock disappears into her tight hole again and again. The sight makes her moan louder. You fuck her like that, with deep, controlled strokes that make her whimper every time you bottom out.
You lean in and kiss her messily, tongues sliding together as you thrust harder. Her arms wrap around your neck, holding on as you ruin her. You can feel another orgasm building in her. You reach down and rub her clit again, faster this time.
“Cum for me again.”
Yoona shatters, crying out into your mouth as her third orgasm hits even harder than the second. Her pussy clamps down on you like a vice, pulsing rhythmically. The sensation pushes you over the edge. You bury yourself as deep as possible and cum hard, flooding her with thick, hot spurts of your release.
You stay inside her, grinding slowly as you empty everything you have. When you finally pull out, a thick stream of your cum leaks from her well-fucked pussy, dripping down onto the trunk.
Yoona looks up at you with hazy, satisfied eyes, a soft smile on her lips. Her green outfit is wrinkled and disheveled, hair a wild mess, thighs shiny with a mix of your cum and her own juices.
You kiss her forehead gently, then help her down. She wobbles slightly on her feet, legs shaky.
“Such a good girl.”
You murmur, pulling her skirt back down and adjusting her top. You slip her soaked black panties into your pocket as a trophy.
Yoona leans against you, nuzzling into your chest.
“Thank you…I needed that so badly after a day like this.”
You smile, stroking her hair.
“We’re not done yet. Get in the car. I’m taking you home and fucking you again until you can’t walk straight.”
She bites her lip, eyes sparkling with fresh arousal despite how thoroughly you’ve already used her.
“Yes, please.”
You close the trunk, help her into the passenger seat, and drive off.
The incense is sandalwood today. It's Minnie's favorite for afternoon sessions, its warm, earthy scent grounding the room and quieting the mind. Outside, it's a bright, sunny afternoon. Inside, every corner is overflowing with greenery: a sprawling monstera, pothos vines cascading from a high shelf, and a fiddle-leaf fig she occasionally catches herself talking to when no one's around.
For Minnie, yoga isn't just exercise. It's ritual. Discipline. A way of holding the world's endless noise at a comfortable distance. This room is her sanctuary, the one place where she can breathe, think, and simply exist in peace.
Well... almost.
Because on the other side of that door is Miyeon, her best friend and a walking, talking anxiety attack.
Minnie moves through her flow with the ease that comes from years of practice. Her dark hair is pulled into a loose bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Tanned skin gleams with a light sheen of sweat as she transitions from downward dog into a forward fold, reaching her palms flat to the mat. Her fitted black leggings hug the toned lines of her legs, and her cropped grey tank rides up with each stretch, exposing the flat plane of her stomach. She breathes in through her nose, slow and measured. Holds. Releases. The quietness in the room is total.
And it lasts exactly three more seconds.
The door swings inward with enough force to bounce the handle against the wall and Minnie's left eyebrow lifts a fraction of an inch before the rest of her face acknowledges the intrusion. She holds her plank. Controlled. Unbothered. The woman standing in the doorway does not share that quality.
"Okay, so I need to talk to you and I need you to not judge me and I need you to be honest and I need you to maybe also solve my entire problem because I am losing my mind."
Miyeon stands in the doorway, breathing hard as if she sprinted up the stairs. Her blonde hair is slightly messy, the soft waves tumbling around her face, and her cheeks are already flushed pink. She is wearing denim shorts that cut off mid-thigh, a white tank top, and an unbuttoned blue flannel shirt that she is currently gripping at the collar with both hands, twisting the fabric tight.
Minnie does not open her eyes. "Take your shoes off."
"I'm serious, Minnie."
"I can hear that you're serious. Shoes."
Miyeon kicks off her sneakers without untying them and starts pacing the length of the room, stepping around the yoga mat with careful footwork. Her hands migrate from the flannel to her own hair, raking through it, tugging at the ends. She cannot sit still. She cannot even stand in one place.
Minnie rises into mountain pose, pressing her palms together at her chest. "You're going to knock over my peace lily."
"I'm going to knock over a lot more than that if you don't help me." Miyeon stops, turns, starts pacing the other direction. "Okay. So. You know my new boyfriend, right?”
"The guy from the group dinner?"
"Yeah, the one with the, you know, the shoulders. We've been texting for like three weeks. We went out twice. It's going really well. Really, really well. He's sweet and he's funny and we have this trip planned for the weekend, his friend has a place in Sokcho and we're going and it's going to be very romantic and I'm very excited about that part."
Minnie shifts her weight, stepping back into warrior one. Her front knee bends deep, arms rising overhead. "Okay."
"And he's very..." Miyeon searches the ceiling for the right word. Her cheeks darken another shade. "He's experienced. Not in a gross way, just in a way where he knows what he likes and he communicates about it, which I actually appreciate because at least he's upfront."
"That sounds healthy."
"It IS healthy. That's not the problem."
Minnie extends her arms in warrior two, gaze steady over her front fingertips. "So what's the problem?"
Miyeon stops pacing. She faces the window, then turns back. Then faces the window again. Her hands are back on the flannel, twisting. "He's really into swallowing."
Silence settles over the room. The incense gives a tiny crackle..
Minnie blinks once, then smoothly transitions into Reverse Warrior, one hand sliding down her back leg as the other reaches overhead. "Okay.”
"Okay? That's it? Okay?!"
"What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know, something more than okay! I'm telling you I've never done that and I'm supposed to just... do it this weekend and I don't know what I'm doing, Minnie. I've never even tasted it before. Not once. Not even a little. Every guy I've been with before was always using condoms or pulling out or I just... redirected somewhere else. And now I'm going to Sokcho with this beautiful man who expects it and I'm going to gag or my face is going to do something weird or I'm going to hate it and I'll end up making this face and he'll think I'm immature and the whole weekend will be ruined."
She delivers this entire speech to a potted fern, because apparently looking at her friend during a confession is too much.
Minnie straightens up from her pose, pressing into her lower back with both hands. "First of all, take a breath."
"I am breathing."
"You're hyperventilating. Please breathe, sweetheart." She waits. Miyeon inhales, holds it, lets it out. Her shoulders drop about half an inch. "Good. Now. What exactly are you afraid of?"
"I TOLD you!! The gagging. The face. The taste. What if it's disgusting? People always joke about it tasting bad and I've read things online that say it's salty or bitter or metallic and some people say it makes them nauseous and I have a sensitive stomach, Minnie, you know I do. I threw up that one time from the smell of the fish market and that wasn't even in my mouth."
Minnie lowers herself onto the mat, crossing her legs into a seated position. She rests her hands on her knees, palms up, thumbs and index fingers touching. Utter composure. "I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to actually hear it."
Miyeon's doe eyes are wide, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She nods.
"It's not a big deal," Minnie says. "I've tasted plenty. More than plenty. Different guys, different diets, different results. And yeah, some of them were a little bitter, some were salty, one was genuinely awful and I made him start drinking more water because I refused to put my mouth anywhere near him again. But overall? It's really not the horror show that the internet makes it out to be. It's a taste. You experience it for about five seconds and then it's gone."
"Just five seconds?"
"If you swallow right away, yeah. The whole dramatic buildup in your head is way worse than the actual thing."
"So you're saying I should just... go for it? This weekend. With no practice. Just wing it with a mouthful of something I've never tasted before and hope for the best?"
Minnie tilts her head, considering this. She uncrosses her legs and stretches one out in front of her, reaching for her toes with a slow fold. "No. I'm saying you should practice before this weekend so you actually know what to expect and you can go to Sokcho feeling confident."
"Taste some first," she repeats disdainfully. "Where would I even— Minnie, I can't exactly go to the store and buy a sample pack.”
Minnie sits up, rolling her shoulders. "You know who lives in this apartment."
At first, the words don't seem to mean anything.
Then they do.
The thought takes shape slowly, horribly, and then all at once. Her hands fly to her mouth. "NO! No, no, no— You mean your—"
"I want you to feel prepared." Minnie switches legs, reaching for the other foot. "And he's been on a regimen for a while now, so the timing is actually perfect."
"A regimen?"
"Pineapple juice every morning. Celery sticks with his lunch. Zinc supplements with dinner. I started making him smoothies too, kiwi and banana and a little honey. The results have been... significant."
Miyeon's expression slowly empties. "You... You gave your boyfriend a cum diet?”
"I improved his nutrition. The side effects just happen to be useful for me. For us, potentially." Minnie pulls her other knee in, wrapping her arms around it. "Trust me. I've optimized him. The volume alone is impressive and the taste is genuinely good. I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true."
Miyeon makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat. She sinks onto the floor across from Minnie, legs folded under her, the blue flannel pooling around her hips. Her face is the color of a ripe peach.
"You can't just optimize a person like a— like a lawn mower! That's not a thing people do!"
"I can and I did."
"That's genuinely insane, Minnie. You burned so much incense you gave yourself brain damage."
Minnie reaches for her water bottle, taking a slow sip. "Look. You came to me because you trust me. You're spiraling about something that doesn't need to be a crisis. I'm offering you a solution that lets you walk into this weekend with zero anxiety. When does that ever happen?"
Miyeon pulls at the hem of her denim shorts, picking at a loose thread. Her doe eyes drop to the floor. "I'd feel weird."
"Why?"
"Because it's your boyfriend..."
"He'd be fine with it."
"You haven't even asked him!"
Minnie's expression does not waver. "I know him. He'll be fine with it."
"You cannot possibly know that."
"I've been with him long enough to know what he says yes to." She pauses. "Which, honestly, is most things. I've trained him well."
"Oh my god, stop it." Miyeon covers her face with both hands.
Minnie smiles. "I'm kidding." Miyeon peeks at her through her fingers. "Mostly.”
Miyeon groans, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes. "This is crazy. This is absolutely certifiably crazy. I'm sitting on your yoga mat discussing whether I should blow your boyfriend so I can learn what semen tastes like before my trip. This is a new low. This is rock bottom."
"It's not a low. It's practical. And you know what? I want you to feel confident this weekend. Let me help you. That's what friends do."
Minnie is looking at her now; sitting there, completely still, meeting her gaze with warm brown eyes that somehow manage to be teasing and reassuring at the same time.
Miyeon feels her resolve begin to crumble.
Annoyingly enough, Minnie's argument makes perfect sense. Better to know than spend weeks imagining the worst. Better to practice than completely embarrass herself when the moment finally comes.
"...Fine," she mumbles into her hands. "Okay. I'm in."
Minnie's lips curve into that knowing smile. She stretches her arms overhead, rolls her wrists, and rises from the mat in one fluid motion.
"Good. Finish freaking out and then come find me in his room in ten minutes."
She says it with the same casual tone someone might use to remind a friend to take the trash out. Miyeon stays exactly where she is, sitting cross-legged on the floor with burning cheeks and a pulse that refuses to slow, trying to figure out how she'd somehow let herself agree to this.
—
The thing about living with Minnie is that you learn to stop questioning her. Three months into the relationship, you stopped asking why there was always a carton of pineapple juice in the fridge. Four months in, you stopped wondering why she started packing celery sticks into your lunch. Five months in, she handed you a bottle of zinc supplements and told you they were for your immune system and you just took them, because that is what you do when Minnie decides something is happening. You nod, you comply, and somehow your life improves in ways you cannot fully explain.
You're sprawled across the bed, your laptop balanced on your stomach as a video about restoring a rusted '67 Mustang drones in the background. You're only half paying attention.
The bedroom reflects both of you in equal measure. Your side is clean and practical: a neatly organized desk with your PC setup, headphones hanging from a stand, and a small stack of books that rarely strays out of place. Everything serves a purpose.
Minnie's presence softens the rest of the room. A couple of trailing plants spill over a bookshelf, crystals and tiny ceramic trinkets sit beside neatly stacked books on mindfulness and philosophy, and a woven basket in the corner holds rolled-up yoga mats and resistance bands. A woven throw blanket lies folded at the foot of the bed you both share, while a couple of oversized cushions rest beneath the window, forming the quiet reading nook she insisted the apartment needed.
Today it's' the kind of slow, lazy afternoon that makes doing absolutely nothing feel like the most productive thing in the world.
Footsteps in the hallway. Two sets. One calm and measured. One quick and uneven.
You look up from your laptop screen and there they are, filling your doorframe. Minnie stands with one hand on the frame and the other on her hip, her dark hair now loose around her shoulders, still wearing her fitted black leggings and cropped grey tank from yoga. She looks like she just finished a photoshoot for some wellness brand, tanned skin glowing, warm brown eyes finding yours with absolute composure.
Behind her, half-hidden by Minnie's shoulder, is Miyeon. You can see the blue flannel first, then the edge of her face as she peeks around her friend. Her blonde hair falls in soft waves around her cheeks, which are currently the deepest shade of pink you have ever seen on a human person. Her doe eyes find yours for exactly one second before darting away to study the wall behind you with sudden intense fascination.
"Hey babe," Minnie says.
"Hey," you reply. You glance between them. "Everything okay?"
"Totally fine. I need to ask you something." She steps into the room. "Miyeon, come in. Stand somewhere. Stop hovering."
Miyeon shuffles in and plants herself near your desk chair, arms crossed tight over her chest, eyes fixed on the floor. She pulls the flannel tighter around herself as if she is cold, which she is not, because it is warm in here and her neck is blotchy red.
Minnie sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs underneath her. "So," she begins. "Miyeon has a situation." You look at Miyeon. Miyeon looks at the ceiling. "She's going on a trip this weekend with that guy she's been seeing. The one with the shoulders."
"Right. Yeah. Nice guy."
"He's great. Very communicative. Very open about what he likes." Minnie pauses, smoothing down a crease in her leggings. "He happens to be very into finishing in a girl's mouth, and Miyeon has never dealt with that before, so she came to me for advice because she's nervous about it. Understandably."
You look at Miyeon, who has now turned her entire body to face your bookshelf, examining titles she cannot possibly be reading because her eyes are unfocused and glassy. The flush has spread from her cheeks down to her neck, creeping past the collar of her tank top.
"And I suggested," Minnie continues, her tone as light and easy as if she is telling you about a sale at the grocery store, "that she practice beforehand so she knows what to expect. Get comfortable with the taste, the texture, all of that. Remove the mystery. And since you've been on my little health plan for a while now, the results have been pretty fantastic, so I told her you'd be happy to help."
The room falls silent. Only the voice from your laptop fills the air, some guy rambling about carburetors while your mind struggles to process what Minnie just said. Every thought grinding to a halt like a computer freezing. Then it reboots, slowly, one process at a time, loading information in fragments.
Practice. Her mouth. You. The thing that Minnie does. But Miyeon. Your girlfriend's friend. Your girlfriend is sitting on the bed telling you that her friend needs to practice swallowing cum and you are the designated practice dummy.
"Wait," you say. "Seriously?"
Minnie tilts her head. "Do I sound like I'm joking?"
"You never sound like you're joking. That's what makes it hard to tell."
Miyeon makes a small sound. Something between a cough and a whimper. "Can we maybe not call it a health plan out loud? Can we not describe it like that in front of him?"
"Why not? He should know what goes into his own body." Minnie gestures toward you casually. "You've been drinking pineapple juice every single morning for six weeks. Celery with lunch. Zinc with dinner. I blend you a smoothie three times a week with kiwi and banana and raw honey. Your loads have been thick, abundant, and genuinely tasty. I did that. On purpose."
"Oh my god," Miyeon whispers to the bookshelf.
"She's not wrong," you admit, because it is true and also because your brain has not fully caught up to the situation and is operating on autopilot. "The smoothies are really good."
"The smoothies are not the point," Minnie says with a slight eye roll. "The point is that I have spent considerable time and effort making sure that what comes out of you is actually pleasant to put in a mouth. And right now, Miyeon is terrified of something that she doesn't need to be terrified of, and I want to fix that. I'm asking you to be a good boyfriend and a good friend and just let her try it."
You look at Miyeon again. She has given up on the bookshelf and is now staring at her own feet, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her flannel. Her shoulders are hunched up near her ears. Everything about her posture screams discomfort, but she has not left the room. She has not said no. She is still here, standing by your desk chair, breathing a little too fast.
"Miyeon," you say.
She finally looks up, meeting your eyes.
There's so much embarrassment written across her face that you almost feel guilty for her. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" you ask gently. "I mean... actually okay. Not just because Minnie managed to talk you into it."
Miyeon fidgets with the hem of her shirt, avoiding your gaze for a second before looking back.
"I-I think so? Or... I thought I was. Back in the yoga room it sounded... I don't know, kind of logical? B-But now I'm actually standing here and..." She lets out a tiny, breathless laugh. "...it suddenly feels very real." She rubs the back of her neck, cheeks burning. "I swear, this is exactly how I feel right before getting a shot at the doctor's office. Like I know I'll survive, but my brain is still screaming, 'Run.'”
"You're not getting a shot," Minnie says. "You're going to put a dick in your mouth. It's way more fun than a shot."
"You're really not helping," Miyeon mutters.
"I know." Minnie doesn't sound remotely apologetic. "I'm trying to keep you from spiraling."
Miyeon shoots her a look that says it's not working.
Minnie only smiles before turning to you. The teasing slipping away. She isn't pleading - Minnie doesn't do pleading - but there's a sincerity in her eyes that's hard to miss. "I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think this was the right call," she says. "She's my best friend. She's tying herself in knots over something that's completely fixable." She tilts her head ever so slightly. "You know that.”
You do know that. You know Minnie well enough to understand that when she presents a solution, she has already considered the alternatives and found them lacking. She does not waste effort on bad plans. If she is standing in your room asking this, she means it.
Your gaze moves from Miyeon's flushed cheeks and the blonde hair falling across them to Minnie's tanned skin and the patient curve of her lips, and somewhere in the back of your skull a small, rational voice is trying to remind you that this is the kind of situation that should require careful thought. Moral deliberation. At least a token moment of internal conflict.
Two of the most beautiful women you have ever seen are standing in your bedroom. One of them is your girlfriend. The other is her best friend. Your girlfriend is calmly, pleasantly asking if her best friend can put your dick in her mouth. For practice.
The whole thing is so far past absurd that it has circled back around to almost reasonable, the way things tend to when Minnie is involved. She has a gift for making the insane feel logical.
"Okay," you say.
Minnie's smile widens by a fraction. She lets out a pleased hum, the kind she makes when you finish your smoothie without being reminded. "Good boy. Thank you."
"Okay," Miyeon repeats. She exhales hard through her mouth, blowing a strand of hair off her face. "Okay. We're doing this. This is happening. I'm doing this."
"You're doing great already," Minnie says, rising from the bed.
You nod. Slowly, then with more certainty. "Yeah. I mean, if it helps, then yeah. I'm happy to help." You look at Miyeon, who is still examining the floor as if it contains the secrets of the universe. "You're in good hands. Seriously. Minnie knows more about sex than anyone I've ever met. She's basically a scholar. You couldn't have a better mentor for this."
"But isn't this... I don't know." Miyeon shifts her weight from one foot to the other, tugging at the hem of her flannel. "Isn't this kind of cheating? On both sides? You're her boyfriend and I'd be doing... that... to him. And Minnie's just standing there watching. That's weird, right? That has to be weird."
Minnie sighs. Not a frustrated sigh, more the gentle exhale of someone who has already anticipated this objection and prepared a response. She sits back down on the edge of your bed, folding one leg beneath her.
"That is exactly the problem with you two," she says. "You always focus on the physical act and never on what it represents."
"What-it-represents," Miyeon repeats flatly. "What's that even supposed to mean, Minnie?"
"Think about what you're actually doing here, Miyeon. You're not sneaking around behind anyone's back for fun. You're preparing. You're taking time out of your week to learn how to please a man you really like because you want him to have a good experience. That's thoughtful. Honestly, that might be the most considerate thing a girlfriend could do. You care enough about this guy to get it right."
She pauses, letting that settle.
"He gets a girlfriend who knows what she's doing and feels confident instead of panicking. You get to actually enjoy the weekend instead of dreading it. Where exactly is the harm?"
Miyeon brow furrows as the logic works its way through her anxiety.
"You don't agree?" Minnie asks.
"I mean... not at all, no. But I really want to do it right. So I guess it's better this way." She swallows hard. "He can never know about this. Ever. This goes to the grave."
"Fine, whatever." Minnie waves a hand dismissively. "Now start taking off your clothes."
Miyeon blinks. "Why do I need to take off my clothes? I only need my mouth for this."
"Because things tend to get messy and I'd rather not explain to your boyfriend why your favorite tank top has another man's dried cum on it. That would be a very different conversation than the one we're having right now." Minnie pulls her cropped grey tank over her head in one clean motion, tossing it onto your desk chair. Her torso is bare, tanned, still faintly glossy with sweat from her yoga session. The lines of her body are lean and toned, her stomach flat, her skin a warm golden brown under the bedroom light. "See? Easy. Now you."
Miyeon stares at the ceiling, her jaw working. Then she shrugs off the blue flannel, letting it drop onto the desk chair next to Minnie's tank. She pulls the white tank top over her head with a wince, like she is ripping off a bandage. Her denim shorts stay on. She stands there in her bra, arms crossed, looking like she wants to dissolve into the floor.
"Miyeon," Minnie says. "The bra too."
Miyeon's head snaps up. "W-Why?”
"Because you have beautiful breasts. Full, nice shape. Don't be shy about it, we're all among friends here."
"Have you been looking at my boobs?” Miyeon asks, caught off guard.
"Sometimes. Always respectfully, of course." Minnie's lips twitch. "Off. Come on."
Miyeon reaches behind her back and fumbles with the clasp, fingers slipping twice before she manages to unhook it. The bra slides down her arms, straps dragging along her skin, and she drops it onto the floor. Her breasts sit high on her chest, round and full, the pale skin of them almost luminous in the afternoon light. Her areolas are a soft dusty pink, puffy and delicate, each one a perfect circle framing nipples already stiff from the air, small and tight and flushed a deeper rose. They have a natural fullness that gives them weight without losing their shape, the kind that move softly with each nervous shift of her shoulders.
She immediately tries to cover them with her arms, crossing tight over her chest, shoulders hunched up near her ears.
And you have to side with Minnie on this one. Miyeon really does have beautiful breasts.
"Arms down," Minnie instructs gently. "There you go. Good."
She turns to you. "Sit on the edge of the bed."
You comply, shifting to the edge of the mattress, feet flat on the floor. Minnie kneels beside you first, then pats the floor on your other side. Miyeon lowers herself down awkwardly, folding her legs under her, still half-covering her chest with one arm.
Minnie reaches for your waistband with practiced hands, undoing the button and pulling your pants and underwear down in a single unhurried motion. You lift your hips to help her and she slides everything off, tossing them aside. Your cock rests against your thigh, half-hard already, which is understandable given the circumstances.
"Okay," Minnie says, wrapping her fingers loosely around your shaft. "How are you at giving head?"
Miyeon stares. "I don't... I don't know. Average, I think?"
"Right." Minnie strokes you slowly, her grip warm and familiar, and you feel yourself hardening further under her touch. "Then we're going to fix that. I'm going to teach you a few things so you can go to Sokcho and absolutely wreck this man. He's going to fall deeper in love with your mouth than he already is with the rest of you."
She turns to you, then back to Miyeon. "Watch my hand first. See how I'm not squeezing too hard? You want a firm hold but you don't want to choke it. Like you're holding a thick marker. Not a stress ball."
Miyeon nods, her doe eyes fixed on Minnie's hand moving along your length. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth again.
"Now, the head is the most sensitive part. Especially right here." Minnie runs her thumb across the underside of your tip, and your stomach tightens. "That's the sweet spot. You spend time there, you use your tongue, you don't ignore it. Most girls just try to take the whole thing immediately and that's fine, but if you want to drive him crazy, you start slow. Tongue first. Lips second. Then you take him deeper."
Miyeon leans forward slightly, watching with the intense concentration of someone taking notes for an exam.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart. Tongue out."
Miyeon obeys. Her jaw drops, her tongue extending past her plump lower lip, and she trembles visibly. Minnie angles your cock toward Miyeon's waiting mouth, guiding you with steady fingers until your tip brushes against Miyeon's tongue.
The first touch is electric. Miyeon's mouth is warm and wet, and the tentative press of her tongue against your slit sends a jolt up your spine. She freezes, blinks once, and you can see the exact moment surprise registers on her face. Her brow relaxes. Her eyes soften.
"Not bad, right?" Minnie says, watching her reaction with amusement. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your jaw. Don't clench. Good girl, just like that."
Miyeon takes more of you. Her lips close around your head, soft and pillowy, and she sucks gently, experimentally. The sensation draws a sharp breath from your lungs.
"That's it. Use your tongue while you suck. Circle the tip, then flatten it and lick the underside. He likes that. Don't you?" Minnie glances up at you.
"Yeah," you manage. "That feels really good."
Miyeon's eyes flick up to yours, wide and searching, and you watch something shift in them. The nervousness is still there but layered underneath it is a spark of determination. She wants to get this right. She hollows her cheeks and takes another inch, her lips stretching around your shaft.
"See, you're a natural," Minnie tells her, still gripping the base of your cock, stroking the part Miyeon can't reach. "Now take a little more. Slowly. Don't force it, just let your mouth get used to the thickness."
Miyeon sinks deeper. The wet heat of her mouth envelops you inch by inch, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of your shaft as she goes. She pulls back, takes a breath through her nose, then goes again. Deeper this time. A soft, muffled sound hums in her throat and the vibration travels straight through you.
"How does she feel, babe?" Minnie asks you, her tone conversational.
"Incredible. Her mouth is so tight, and her lips are..." You trail off, trying to find the right words while your brain is melting. "Really soft. She's doing really well."
Miyeon makes a small pleased sound around you, and the vibration sends another pulse of heat through your groin. Her head bobs with growing confidence, finding a rhythm that is uneven but enthusiastic. Saliva gathers at the corners of her mouth, slicking your shaft, making each stroke smoother than the last.
"Good. Keep that pace." Minnie shifts closer, her bare shoulder brushing Miyeon's. "Now, when you pull back, drag your lips along the underside. Like you're tracing a line. And when you get to the tip, give it a little suck before you go back down. Guys lose their minds over that."
Miyeon follows the instructions perfectly. Her mouth glides up your length, lips dragging, and when she reaches the head she sucks with a gentle pressure that makes your fingers curl into the bedsheet. Then back down, deeper, her tongue working in slow circles.
"Holy shit," you breathe.
Minnie smiles. "See? I told you. Natural talent." She looks up at you. "She's doing well?"
"Really well. Her mouth is so warm, and the way she's using her tongue right now is..." You inhale sharply as Miyeon does the thing Minnie just taught her, sucking at your tip with perfect pressure. "Really, really well."
Miyeon's eyes are closed now, her blonde hair swaying with each movement of her head. The flush on her cheeks has spread down her neck and across the upper swell of her breasts. Her nipples are hard, pressing against the air, and she has stopped trying to cover herself entirely. Her hands rest on your thighs, fingers curled lightly against your skin.
"Don't forget to use your hands too," Minnie coaches. "Wrap one around the base. Squeeze gently while you suck. That way your mouth doesn't have to do everything at once."
Miyeon lifts her right hand and wraps her fingers around your shaft below where her mouth is working, mirroring the grip Minnie demonstrated earlier. She strokes in time with her mouth, hand and lips moving together, and the dual sensation makes your hips twitch involuntarily.
"Sorry," Miyeon mumbles around you, pulling back slightly.
"Don't apologize. He loved that." Minnie squeezes your thigh reassuringly. "You can use your other hand too. Play with him a little. He's sensitive right under the head, I already showed you, but also try lower. Cup him gently."
Miyeon's left hand moves up, her fingers finding you tentatively. Instead of going lower like Minnie suggested, her thumb drifts upward and settles directly against your frenulum, that small ridge of skin just beneath the head where the nerve endings cluster so densely that even the lightest contact registers like a current. She traces across it with her thumb pad, slow and curious, exploring the texture, and your entire body locks up. Your breath catches mid inhale and your stomach muscles clench hard, every fiber of attention in your body narrowing to that single point of contact where her fingertip is drawing tiny circles against the most sensitive skin you possess.
She looks up at you through her lashes, checking your reaction, and your jaw is so tight you cannot form a coherent response. She takes your silence as encouragement and does it again, pressing slightly firmer, rolling the pad of her thumb across the ridge in a slow, deliberate arc that sends a pulse of pleasure straight through your groin. Her mouth is still working your tip, lips sealed around the head, and the combination of her warm wet tongue sliding across the top while her thumb tortures the underside creates a dual sensation that makes your vision swim.
"Yeah, there you go," Minnie murmurs. "You found his weakness, keep going.”
"She's a fast learner," you tell Minnie, and Miyeon's eyes shine at the compliment.
"Of course she is. She has a good teacher." Minnie shifts her position slightly, watching Miyeon work with the critical eye of a master appraising a promising student. "Now try taking him deeper. As far as you can comfortably go. If you feel like you're going to gag, slow down and breathe. There's no rush."
Miyeon lowers her mouth onto you again, taking more this time. Her lips stretch wider, the tight ring of her mouth sliding down your shaft until she has taken most of you. A small gag catches in her throat and she pauses, eyes watering, breathing hard through her nose.
"Breathe," Minnie reminds her. "Hold there for a second. Let your throat adjust."
Miyeon holds. The tight clench of her throat around your tip is almost unbearable, hot and squeezing and so impossibly wet. She swallows once, reflexively, and the rippling sensation makes your head drop back.
"Good girl," Minnie murmurs. "Now pull back slow."
Miyeon slides up, gasping when your cock leaves her mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting her lower lip to your tip. She wipes her chin with the back of her hand, chest heaving.
"How am I doing?" she asks, looking between you and Minnie with swollen lips and messy hair.
"So good," you tell her, and it's the absolute truth.
"You're doing beautifully," Minnie confirms. "Keep going. Same rhythm. Mix it up between deep and shallow, keep him guessing."
Miyeon dives back in. She finds a pattern now, three shallow strokes followed by one deep, her tongue swirling across your head each time she pulls back. Her hand works the base in a twisting motion that Minnie must have taught her through osmosis because it is devastating. Her other hand cups and rolls your balls with a gentle curiosity that keeps your entire body thrumming.
Your hips begin to move on their own, small involuntary thrusts upward that meet her mouth halfway. Miyeon takes them without complaint, adjusting her angle, opening her throat to accommodate you. Drool spills down your shaft, pooling at the base where her fingers work, slicking every inch.
Minnie watches the two of you with sharp, attentive eyes. She reads the tension in your thighs, the way your stomach muscles are clenching, the subtle shift in your breathing. She knows your body better than you do.
"Okay, Miyeon." Minnie's hand comes to rest on the back of your thigh, her thumb tracing a slow circle. "He's getting close.”
Minnie shifts beside Miyeon, her tanned shoulder pressing against Miyeon's pale one. The contrast is striking in the afternoon light, golden brown against porcelain. "Keep going," Minnie tells her. "But focus on the tip now. Just the head. Use your tongue in little circles right underneath where it's most sensitive."
Miyeon pulls back until only your tip rests between her lips. Her tongue moves exactly as instructed, tracing tight, wet circles across the underside of your head, and the concentrated sensation makes your thigh muscles flex hard.
"Good. Don't stop cupping his balls. Yeah, just like that.”
Miyeon makes a soft sound of acknowledgment around your cock, her eyes widening. She squeezes gently, rolling her fingers, and the ache that has been building in your pelvis intensifies to something urgent and throbbing.
“Feel how heavy he is?” Minnie asks, watching Miyeon’s fingers explore you. “I’ve spent weeks filling him with water, fruit, zinc, everything his body needs to make thick, sweet loads. Then I drain his balls myself often enough to keep him producing plenty. All that weight in your hand is fresh cum, sweetheart, and he’s about to pump every drop of it into your mouth.”
"You're talking about me like I'm livestock," you manage, your jaw tight.
"Hush. She needs to understand what she's working with." Minnie looks at Miyeon, whose mouth is still wrapped around your head, sucking with slow, careful pressure. "When he finishes, it's going to be a lot. More than you're expecting. Just hold still, keep your mouth open, and let it happen. Don't try to swallow right away. Let it sit on your tongue so you can actually taste it."
Miyeon pulls off you just long enough to breathe, "Okay," before sinking back down.
Your hips are moving now, small grinding thrusts into the wet heat of her mouth. Miyeon takes them, her plump lips sealed tight around your shaft, her tongue still working that devastating pattern against your frenulum. Her hand massages you below, fingers gentle but curious, squeezing and rolling your balls in a rhythm she seems to be discovering on her own.
The pressure is building low in your stomach, a heavy tightness that spreads through your groin and down into your thighs. Your breathing has gone ragged. Your hands grip the edge of the mattress, knuckles white.
Minnie sees it before you say anything. She reads the tension in your body the way she reads a yoga pose, identifying every strained muscle and held breath. Her hand comes to rest on your inner thigh, her thumb pressing into the tense muscle there.
"He's almost there," she tells Miyeon. Her tone drops, softer, coaxing. "Keep your mouth open. I want you to taste all of it."
Miyeon releases your cock from her lips and tilts her head back, mouth open wide, tongue extended. Her doe eyes look up at you, glassy and nervous and so impossibly pretty. Minnie wraps her fingers around your shaft and aims you directly at Miyeon's waiting tongue, stroking with a firm, steady grip.
The first wave hits you all at once. Your orgasm tears through your body, your hips jolting as your cock throbs violently in Minnie's hand. The first rope of cum is thick and heavy, a solid stripe of white that lands across the center of Miyeon's tongue and pools at the back of her mouth. Miyeon flinches, her eyes squeezing shut for a fraction of a second, but she holds her position. Minnie keeps stroking, squeezing upward, and the second spasm hits even harder than the first. Another thick rope, this one landing across Miyeon's lower lip and the front of her tongue, warm and dense, coating her tastebuds in a heavy layer.
"Stay open," Minnie murmurs. "Good girl."
The third spasm pumps out a long, viscous strand that collects on Miyeon's tongue and immediately begins spreading, warm and thick, mixing with the saliva already pooling there. Miyeon's cheeks flush a deep crimson as her mouth fills, the warm fluid settling across every surface, coating the inside of her cheeks, pooling beneath her tongue. A small amount escapes the corner of her lips, trailing down her chin in a slow, heavy drip.
Minnie milks you through every pulse, her thumb pressing along the underside of your shaft from base to tip, coaxing out each spasm with practiced efficiency. The fourth and fifth spurts are shorter but still substantial, adding to the growing warmth in Miyeon's mouth. Your cum sits on her tongue in a thick, opaque pool, warm and slightly sweet from weeks of pineapple and celery and zinc, the texture dense and silky. Miyeon holds it all, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she tries to contain the volume.
The last few pulses are weaker, just thin streams that Minnie wrings from you with slow, careful strokes. She squeezes from the very base upward, dragging her grip along your entire length, and catches the final bead of cum on her thumb before it can escape. She wipes it across Miyeon's lower lip.
"There you go," Minnie says softly. "All of it. Don't swallow yet. Close your mouth and taste it."
Miyeon's lips close slowly. Her eyes are still wide, still shocked by the sheer amount, but she doesn't pull away. She holds your cum in her mouth, her tongue moving tentatively through the thick fluid, and you watch her expression shift. The furrow in her brow smooths out. Her eyes lose some of their frantic edge. She blinks once, twice, and something like quiet surprise crosses her flushed features.
"Well?" Minnie asks, watching her closely.
Miyeon parts her lips, and you can see the white still pooling on her tongue, thick and warm. "Itsh..." She catches herself, closes her mouth, swishes the cum gently between her cheeks like she's sampling wine. "warhm. An’ sho thick. Buh id doeshn tash bad ad all. Id’sh kinda shweet... no’ like shuggar. Jush... good."
"Told you." Minnie's lips curve. "But don't swallow all of it. Save some for me."
Miyeon's eyes go wide. A muffled sound escapes her throat, something between a question and a squeak. Her cheeks are bulging slightly, still full.
Minnie rises from her knees and moves in front of Miyeon. She cups Miyeon's jaw with one hand, tilting her chin upward, and leans in. Miyeon makes a strangled noise of surprise but doesn't pull back. Minnie's lips meet hers, soft and unhurried, and the kiss deepens as Minnie's mouth opens against Miyeon's.
The transfer happens slowly. Minnie's tongue slides between Miyeon's lips, meticulous and probing, and you can see the moment the cum passes between them. Miyeon's throat works, a small gulp, and then she opens wider, sharing the thick fluid back and forth. Their tongues move together, slick and messy, coated in the heavy white cum that strings between their mouths each time they shift angles. Minnie's hand stays firm on Miyeon's jaw, holding her steady, controlling the pace. Some of the cum escapes during the exchange, trailing down Miyeon's chin, dripping onto the swell of her bare breast.
They pull apart after a long, suspended moment. A thick, glistening string of mixed saliva and cum connects their lower lips, stretching before it snaps and lands on Miyeon's thigh. Both girls swallow at almost the same time, throats bobbing, and Minnie licks the remaining trace from her upper lip.
"See?" Minnie says, her breathing only slightly elevated. "Nothing to be scared of."
Miyeon sits back on her heels, chest heaving, her lips swollen and glistening. Her entire face is flushed, from her cheeks down to her collarbones, and her blonde hair is messy where her hands have raked through it. "That was... a lot. That was really a lot."
"You handled it perfectly."
"No, I mean... the amount." Miyeon blinks, still sounding dazed. "There was so much. How is there that much? What have you been feeding him?"
Minnie lets out a quiet laugh. "Enough, apparently." She tilts her head. "More importantly... what did you think of the taste? The verdict.”
Miyeon runs her tongue over her lower lip, gathering the last trace of flavor with an unhurried curiosity. Her wide eyes settle on you again, the earlier uncertainty giving way to open interest and a quiet eagerness she no longer seems able to hide.
"I liked it. I really liked it." She pauses, seeming almost embarrassed to admit the next part. "Damn, it's really fucking good. It's kind of addictive. That sounds insane, right? I was so scared and now I want more. That's insane."
"It's not insane. It means my regimen works." Minnie looks entirely too satisfied with herself.
Miyeon's gaze drops to your lap. You are still hard, your cock glistening with saliva and the slick residue of your orgasm, resting against your thigh. She stares at it for a long beat, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
“Can we do that again?” She pauses to wet her lips, her attention lingering between Minnie and your cock. “I mean properly this time, with both of us taking turns on him. I want to see what it feels like when we do it together.”
Minnie's laugh is delighted, bright and genuine. "Look at you. One taste and you're hooked."
Miyeon's face burns red all over again, but she does not deny it. Her eyes stay fixed on you, on your cock, and her tongue slips out to wet her lips one more time.
"Lucky boy," Minnie says to you, her fingers wrapping around your still-wet shaft. She gives you a slow stroke, almost absent-minded. "Round two."
You laugh, the sound coming out breathless and shaky because your body has not fully recovered from the first orgasm and already she is handling you again. "You two don't even care about me, do you? I'm just a training dummy."
"Yep," Minnie says.
"Basically," Miyeon adds, and then covers her mouth, shocked at her own boldness.
They both smirk at you. Identical expressions of amusement on completely different faces.
"Feel free to practice on my dick until she's confident enough," you tell them. "I'll manage somehow."
"Oh, you'll manage." Minnie squeezes you and your cock twitches in her grip, already filling out again, the refractory period of a man who has been nutritionally optimized by his girlfriend whether he asked for it or not. She leans down and runs her tongue along the underside of your shaft, base to tip, cleaning the residue from the first round. "Miyeon, get down here. You wanted the full experience."
She positions herself on your left and Minnie takes the right, their bare shoulders pressing together. Two mouths at your disposal. The visual alone is enough to restart your heart.
Miyeon goes first. She leans in and takes your head into her mouth, sinking down with a hunger that was not there ten minutes ago. Her lips stretch around your girth and she moans around you, a soft, genuine sound that vibrates through your entire cock. Her enthusiasm is messy and artless, saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth, her head bobbing at an uneven pace, taking you deep and then pulling off too far before sinking back down. She is making up for her lack of technique with sheer effort, sucking hard, her tongue moving in frantic circles.
"Slow down a little," Minnie coaches, pressing her lips against the base of your shaft and dragging them upward along the side. "Enjoy it. You don't have to race."
Miyeon adjusts, finding a steadier rhythm, and Minnie mirrors her on the opposite side. Their tongues meet along the sensitive underside of your shaft, both wet and warm and moving in different directions, Miyeon's broad and flat, Minnie's pointed and precise. The sensation is staggering. Two different textures of heat sliding against your skin, overlapping, tangling.
"Fuck," you hiss through your teeth.
Minnie pulls back, a strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to your cock. "You taste like my smoothies," she observes, almost to herself. She looks up at you with those calm brown eyes and takes your entire length into her mouth in one smooth, controlled motion. No gag, no hesitation. Her lips press flush against the base of your cock and her throat tightens around your head, and she holds there, breathing steadily through her nose, before pulling back just as slowly. The tightness of her throat dragging along your shaft makes your vision blur.
Miyeon watches with her lips parted, eyes wide. "How did you... how do you just do that?"
"Practice. Lots of it." Minnie wipes her chin and gestures toward you. "Try it. Breathe in deep first, then go down and don't stop. If you feel your throat closing up, swallow instead of pulling back. That opens it up."
Miyeon squares her shoulders, blows out a breath, and lowers her mouth onto you. She takes the first few inches easily, her technique already improved from earlier. Then she pushes further, past where she stopped before, and you feel the tight ring of her throat press against your tip. She gags, her whole body jerking, eyes watering. But she does not pull off. She swallows hard, exactly as Minnie instructed, and her throat opens enough to let your head slip through. A strangled moan escapes her, muffled around your cock, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes.
"Good," Minnie murmurs, running her hand along Miyeon's bare back. "Hold it. Three seconds."
Miyeon holds. Three seconds. Then she pulls back gasping, coughing, drool hanging from her chin in long strings. Her face is a mess of saliva and tears and she is smiling. Actually smiling.
"I did it," she says, breathless and proud.
"You did it." Minnie kisses her shoulder. "Your boyfriend is going to lose his entire mind."
They fall into a shared rhythm after that. No more instruction, no more correction. Miyeon takes you deep while Minnie's tongue works the base, then they switch. Miyeon sucks your tip while Minnie engulfs the rest. Their lips brush against each other constantly, meeting at the midpoint of your shaft, tongues sliding together over your skin. The sounds are obscene, wet and slick and sloppy, mixed with Miyeon's muffled moaning and Minnie's controlled breathing.
Your hands find their hair. Your right hand sinks into Minnie's dark locks, gripping at the root, and your left tangles in Miyeon's blonde waves. You hold them both, steering gently, and they let you. Miyeon whimpers when your fingers tighten in her hair, pushing herself harder onto you in response. Minnie hums with approval, the vibration traveling straight to your core.
Both mouths descend on your shaft simultaneously, one on each side, lips pressed together with your cock between them. They move up and down in unison, their tongues meeting across the top of your shaft, kissing around you, moaning into each other's mouths. The heat is unbearable. Wet, slick, squeezing, two chins dripping with mixed saliva, four eyes looking up at you from below.
Minnie pulls back, catching her breath. She wraps her hand around you, stroking slowly, and looks at Miyeon. "One more thing. A guy who likes a girl who swallows naturally also likes to see her covered in cum. It's basically the rule. You should know that going in."
Miyeon blinks. "Covered? Like... on my face?"
"On your face. On your lips. Dripping down your chin. Guys are visual, Miyeon. He wants to see what you did for him. He wants to look at you and know that you took everything he gave you and wore it." Minnie strokes you with a firm grip, her thumb rubbing circles under your head. "So this time, you're going to get cum on your pretty little face. Both of us are. Consider it the final exam."
The pressure is building again, heavier this time, a deep ache that radiates from your pelvis through your thighs. Both girls are looking up at you, Miyeon's blonde hair tangled around your fingers, Minnie's dark hair gripped in your other fist. Their faces are flushed, lips swollen and shining, cheeks wet with spit. They are pressed shoulder to shoulder, faces tilted upward, mouths open and waiting.
"I'm close," you warn them.
Minnie takes your cock from her stroking hand and aims it directly at their faces. "Stay right there," she tells Miyeon. "Don't move. Keep your eyes open if you can."
The second orgasm tears through you harder than the first. Your cock pulses violently in Minnie's grip and the first thick rope of cum launches across Miyeon's left cheek, a heavy white stripe that stretches from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. She flinches but holds steady, her doe eyes widening as the warmth hits her skin. The second spasm is just as strong, a thick glob that lands on Miyeon's lower lip and tongue, pooling there before dripping down her chin. She gasps, her breath hitching, and the next rope catches her across the bridge of her nose, painting a line of white across her flushed, pretty face.
Minnie angles you toward herself. The fourth spasm streaks across her forehead, a long viscous strand that drips down between her eyebrows. The fifth catches her nose and upper lip, thick and heavy, coating her full lips in a layer of opaque white. She keeps her eyes open, watching your cock twitch and spasm with that same calm, analytical gaze, even as her face gets painted. The sixth spasm is weaker but still substantial, a glob that lands on her chin and immediately begins dripping down onto her tanned chest.
You groan through the final pulses, your hips jerking forward as the last thick beads ooze from your tip. Minnie milks them out with slow, firm strokes, directing the remaining cum onto Miyeon's waiting tongue. The last strand stretches from your slit to Miyeon's lower lip before breaking and settling on her chin.
Both girls kneel before you, faces upturned and glazed. The volume is staggering, thick ropes of white streaking across Miyeon's cheeks, her nose, her lips, her chin. Cum on Minnie's forehead, her nose, her lips, dripping from her chin in slow, heavy drops. They are gasping, blinking through the mess, and then Miyeon starts giggling. A breathless, disbelieving sound that makes Minnie laugh too.
"Oh my god," Miyeon says, touching her cum-covered cheek with her fingertips. The thick fluid smears under her touch, warm and slippery. She pulls her fingers away and a string of white stretches between them. "Oh my god, there's so much. It's everywhere."
Minnie runs her tongue across her upper lip, gathering the cum that has pooled there, and swallows. "Told you. Optimized."
"You're actually insane and I love you."
Minnie turns to face Miyeon. Both of them are a mess, faces shining and streaked. She reaches out and cups Miyeon's jaw, tilting her face. "Hold still."
She leans in and drags her tongue across Miyeon's left cheek, collecting a thick stripe of cum in one long, slow lick from jaw to cheekbone. Miyeon exhales sharply, her eyes fluttering shut. The sensation of Minnie's warm wet tongue sliding across her skin sends a visible shiver through her body. Minnie swallows and licks again, this time across Miyeon's chin, gathering the cum that has dripped there, her tongue pressing firm and thorough against Miyeon's skin.
Miyeon lets out a shaky breath and says, "That's really fucking kinky."
"Good kinky or bad kinky?" Minnie asks.
Miyeon's cheeks burn beneath the thin layer of saliva Minnie has left behind. "Really, really good kinky.”
Minnie kisses the corner of Miyeon's mouth, where a thick glob of cum has collected, and sucks it clean. Then she pulls back and waits. Miyeon gets the message. She leans forward and runs her tongue across Minnie's forehead, licking up the long strand of white that has been slowly dripping down between Minnie's eyebrows. The taste hits her again, warm and thick and sweet, and she moans softly before swallowing. She licks across Minnie's nose, gathering the cum pooled there, then down to Minnie's lips, where their tongues meet again in a messy, slow kiss that mixes saliva and cum between them.
They clean each other's faces with lazy, thorough strokes of their tongues. Minnie licks a trail down Miyeon's cheek to her jaw. Miyeon returns the favor, dragging her tongue along the edge of Minnie's chin where cum has dripped onto her tanned neck. They are savoring it, taking their time, swallowing each collected taste with soft sounds of satisfaction. When they finish, their faces are glistening with saliva but the cum is gone, eaten, shared between them.
Miyeon turns to Minnie, her lips still glistening, her cheeks still burning. "So... could we maybe do this again? Like, one more time before I leave on Saturday?"
Minnie grins, lazy and fulfilled. She wraps her fingers around your spent cock and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your tip. "I'll double his pineapple intake tonight." She tilts her head to look up at you. "Thanks for being a good sport, baby. Knew you'd come through."
Miyeon looks at you too, face flushed and warm, blonde hair an absolute wreck, doe eyes bright with gratitude. "Seriously, thank you. I actually feel ready for once. Like I know what I'm doing now."
You lean back on your elbows, completely spent, cock softening against your thigh. "Anytime. Honestly, the pleasure was mine. You're going to do great with your boyfriend. He has no idea what's about to hit him.”
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Chaewon
After the fanmeet ends and the last fans leave, Chaewon pulls you into the private waiting room. She locks the door behind her with a mischievous smile.
“I saw how you were looking at me.”
She whispers, pushing you against the couch.
"And naughty little fans need to be taught a lesson."
You can't even tell if she's trying to be dominant or maybe even demeaning. To you, she just looks cute. With a tablespoon of sexy.
Chaewon climbs onto your lap, kissing you hungrily as she grinds against you. Within moments her shorts and panties are pushed aside. She sinks down onto your cock, after taking it out of your pants, with a satisfied moan. Her riding starts right there in the middle of the room, with her members possibly walking in at every second.
“Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming about.”
She breathes, moving her hips as if she's dancing on top of you. Everything is going so fast and realization starts to creep in. Kim Chaewon is actually riding your cock. The next minutes pass by you like you're watching a 4D movie. You can feel her pussy around your cock, your hands are actually holding her naked waist, and yet it feels like you're just a bystander as Chaewon uses you.
But you quickly get pulled out of this dreamlike haze when you hear her begging you to finish inside her. You start moving, thrusting up into her. When you fill her with a deep creampie, she shivers happily, kissing you deeply.
“Best fan gift ever.”
She teases you, before slowly climbing off your lap and fixing her clothes like nothing happened.
Sakura
You drop your phone when Sakura walks into the room. It's not just because of how pretty she is, because you're starting to get used that a little after now being her boyfriend for almost a year, but it's what she's wearing. You know she loves gaming and anime and such even more than you do. You love watching her play and you love watching movies and animes with her that occasionally earn you a "Nerds" comment from Yunjin.
But you were not prepared for what you're looking at right now. Sakura is wearing a costume. A sexy one at that. Princess Leia's iconic golden outfit from Return of the Jedi. The bikini, the hair, the chain and all.
For a second you expect her to laugh, revealing this to be a prank. To make fun of you after Kkura caught you staring at Princess Leia during the movie last week. But to your confusion, she looks serious. Something between grateful and...turned on?
“You saved me from Jabba.”
She says in a soft, dramatic voice, tugging at the chain around her neck.
“My hero deserves a reward.”
She drops to her knees first and starts worshipping your cock with her mouth while staying fully in role. You're unable to get a word out, just sitting there, her chain in your hand, watching and feeling how she's sucking you off. Then she bends over the bed, looking back at you with those big eyes.
“Take your princess.”
You thrust into her from behind, the metallic chain clinking with every bounce of her body as she moans. Sakura seems to love the fantasy just as much as you, pushing back eagerly and crying out when you spank her lightly.
Eventually, she begs you to finish inside her “as thanks.” You pump your girlfriend full of your cum, unable to hold it back a second longer. The combination of the costume, roleplay, and intense sex leaves both of you laughing afterwards as she cuddles you, still wearing the outfit.
Yunjin
Yunjin is slobbering alll over your cock. Spit strings and bubbles, smeared lipstick, watery eyes, gagging and choking...the whole package. Often, Yunjin's blowjobs aren't that intense, but for whatever reason she's really going for it today. Your hand is holding a fistful of her blonde hair, not to pull her onto your cock, but actually to push her back a little. At this speed and her skill you won't be able to hold out much longer.
Suddenly, Yunjin fumbles for her phone in her pocket. You sigh in disappointment, expecting her to get a call or an urgent message. But to your surprise, Yunjin clicks the record button and hands you her phone. On instinct, you turn it around and start filming her. But after a few seconds of her ruining herself on your cock, you hold her back.
"Wait, we can't do this. What if someone sees the video or something?"
Yunjin smiles up at you, her mouth full with dick, before pulling back.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm not wearing anything revealing or showing much skin. No one is gonna see something."
You gasp in disbelief.
"You think other men looking at you is my biggest issue with this video?"
It's hard for you to concentrate and talk with Yunjin's hand continuously stroking your length and her peppering it with kisses between talking.
"Then what is it?"
Yunjin looks up at you with big, innocent eyes as if she seriously doesn't understand what your problem is. And under normal circumstances you would've given up to argue, but your cock down her throat and her face covered in spit and tears kinda ruins her innocent image.
"What is it?"
You repeat her question in disbelief.
"It's a video of you sucking my cock. What if someone finds this? What if someone uploads this somewhere? Or tries to blackmail you?"
Yunjin rolls her eyes as she resumes her blowjob.
"Yunjin..."
You pull her off your cock again.
"Don't worry, baby. Do you really think anyone is gonna believe this is real? Plus, I'm gonna be the one to upload this."
"What?"
Yunjin laughs.
"What do you think of this? 'Le Sserafim's Yujin choking on big dick like a slut' Do you think that works or is it too on the nose?"
Kazuha
Kazuha sits alone in her room after practice. After showering,she wanted to try the new toys she ordered and so she unboxes a new set of tentacle dildos. Her eyes sparkle with fascination as she pulls them out one by one. She starts slow, teasing herself with a smaller one, which she bought a few months ago, wanting to experiment. She moans, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, as the suckers and flexible texture stimulate her in a different way. She's used toys before, but these tentacles make her feel different compared to normal dildos. They don't just feel great, they also make her feel somewhat dirty. Like she's doing something she isn't supposed to.
She gradually works up to one of the new larger, more realistic tentacles, riding it slowly at first, then faster as pleasure builds.
“This feels amazing..."
She whispers to herself, feeling the curve of the tentacle stretching her pussy and the suckers dragging along her walls.
"I'm getting used and bred by an alien."
The taboo thought makes shame warm her body, her cheeks heating up with excitement.
"Use me..."
Kazuha's moans grow louder and she uses another tentacle to move it over her tits, pretending another being is actually fucking and playing with her body. Her nipples harden against the plastic as it drags over them and she bites her lip to silence her gasps.
Zuha loses herself completely, cuming multiple times from the writhing, filling sensation of being fucked and used by a creature out of this world. When her adventure slowly comes to a natural end, she sinks back onto her sheets, flushed and breathless.
During a dinner at the dorm with the other members around the table, Eunchae gets bold. You and the others always treat her like a child and she was gonna show you who she really is. The fact that you're not her's, but Yunjin's boyfriend doesn't matter. While everyone chats and eats, she quietly slips under the table, kneeling between your legs. She frees your cock and before you can react, she starts sucking you slowly, trying to stay quiet.
Eunchae
The risk makes it incredibly intense for the both of you. She bobs her head carefully, tongue swirling while the members talk just above. Compared to Yunjin, she's an amateur. Eunchae struggles to keep quiet as she tries and fails to take your entire cock into her mouth. Every now and then she makes a tiny noise that you have to cover with a fake cough. You grip the table edge, trying to act normal as her warm, eager mouth works you. The other members remain oblivious as Eunchae sucks you deeper, determined to make you cum right there, wanting to prove that she can do what the others can do as well. When you finally explode in her mouth, she swallows everything quietly, then emerges from under the table with an innocent smile, wiping her lips.
“I dropped my spoon."
She says cutely, rejoining the conversation like nothing happened.
The thrill of almost getting caught sucking off her unnie's boyfriend gets to Eunchae's head. Throughout the next days, you find yourself with your cock down her throat, trying not to let anyone see how she's sucking you off. Over time, you notice how Eunchae improves. Tiny steps. You wonder if she's ever gonna be as good as Yunjin.
When the extraction chopper arrived, the squad had not exchanged any words upon returning to base. Jin was usually the brightest of all of us and was suddenly the most silent. Bobby and Wonho wanted to say something, but had no motivation to say it. I was transported to a hospital to treat my injuries.
"Captain, you have fractures in your ribs, sternum, and tibia. You also have extensive burns on your arms and torso. Lastly, you have shrapnel entering your abdomen." The doctor took one look at the X-Ray and noticed something peculiar. "I am concerned about your left leg though. Your ACL and tibia look inflamed. Try to be careful when it heals."
During my time in the hospital, I did not know how I could face Sana. How could I deliver the worst news of her life? Will she hate me because of it? I am sorry Sana...
THREE WEEKS LATER
I was cleared for travel three weeks later. The medals they pinned on my chest made me feel like someone that should not have worn them. Dex should have been here with us. During that time, I had declared to retire from Delta Force. Dex and I made a pact that should one of us leave the army that we would do it together. Surprisingly, Jin and the others have also turned in their resignations too.
"We will follow in our captain's footsteps. Wherever he goes, we will follow him to every corner of the planet. We have served our nation to near death, and God has given us the will to live again." Their statement broke me into tears. I am glad to have a loyal group of friends that support me.
Bobby, Jin, and Wonho came to pick me up from the hospital, but the banter from the plane was gone. I bent over to grab Dex's belongings that were sent over from base, and packaged it neatly for Sana. I hissed in pain due to the intense burns and scar tissue from my wounds.
Nothing could beat the pain of losing your best friend.
"You don't have to do this alone, Cap," Jin said as he handed me my crutches. I looked at him, and his eyes still looked soulless. I cannot blame him. "We can go with you to see her."
I shook my head, my hand tightening around the briefcase holding Dex's belongings "It is alright Jin. You can just wait for me outside. As his captain and friend, it only feels right. This is my final battle." I smiled at them and patted Jin's back. Bobby and Wonho also joined in too. I realized that even though I lost one friend, I still have three more to live for.
The flight to Seoul was the longest of my life. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the red blinking light and the bright flash that followed. My heart accelerates thinking about that night.
"It should have been me. I could have saved him." That guilt never ends.
1400 LOCAL TIME: SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
Once we landed in Seoul, I was immediately amazed with how the city looked. So peaceful compared to war. The pain while limping with the crutches was slightly bearable but still hindering. Every turn or twist was met with even more pain which felt like a punishment.
I looked up and saw the faces of many celebs plastered everywhere.
"Jesus, everyone here looks like they're out of a dream." I exclaimed and Bobby looked at me like I was a child. I kept looking around while walking to the car until I stopped in front of a sign with a female idol and pointed it out to Bobby and Wonho.
"Bobby? I know you are big into the Hallyu stuff. Who is she?" I asked
She had prominent cheeks with a beautiful smile. Definitely Japanese.
Although something looked familiar about her..
"Ah! She is Sana from TWICE!! She is part of one of the bigger groups in Korea. I admire them for their longevity after almost 10 years since they first debuted." Bobby said. That was when my heart rate shot up.
I instantly took out the blood-stained polaroid that Dex gave to me and looked at the ad and polaroid. My heart starts palpating, and I suddenly realize why Dex did not reveal much about this relationship.
It was her. The same smile. The same eyes. It was an eerie realization. Secrets have a cost, and this was the cost.
"Oh shit... No fucking way..." Wonho said while peering over my shoulder.
"You are telling me that Dex was in love with Sana?!? THE SANA??" Bobby said
"Yeah this is just more complicated than I thought. Dex was someone who was a quiet professional, but I did not expect him to be deep in this shit." Jin scratched the back of his head.
I calmed down after the realization and came to my senses. "Look boys. Even though she may be a popular celebrity, we should still be prepared like any other family. But yes, this is going to be devastating."
"You are right Cap." Jin nodded while also thinking. "Now, where the hell are we gonna find this girl. Dex did not leave you with any address?" Jin questioned.
I pondered about it and realized that Dex did not give me any context to find this woman. That was when Bobby pointed out something due to his expertise.
"I have a crazy idea, but it is the only shot we have. We can go to her company's building and somehow meet her there. We have special privileges from our military background. So I would start at JYP Entertainment Captain." No words needed to be said. That was our time to roll out.
"Let's start there. Let's roll." I said while hopping in the car.
NEXT HOUR
We arrived in front of JYP Entertainment. My hands start trembling, and I start feeling jumpy. I have broken bad news before, but I have never felt this way. Is it because of Dex or because of how popular Sana is? I stared at the entrance of the building like a statue until Wonho tapped me in the shoulder.
"Sir, it is time." Wonho said. I nodded and patted him back.
I got out of the car and waved my comrades goodbye for now. I slowly walked up to the entrance of JYP hissing in pain where I was stopped by the security instantaneously.
A man wearing a military uniform in crutches with visible bandages on his body? Yeah that would be a cause for concern.
"Who are you, and what is your business?" The security guard gave a head to toe look, but he was definitely intimidated from the way I appeared. He looked like he saw a ghost.
I took out my military ID and the official document of declaration.
"I am the Captain of the Delta Force-UDT Joint Operation. I am here on official military business regarding the passing of a fellow comrade. I came here to inform the family member of the comrade. May I speak to Ms. Minatozaki Sana or someone who can get into contact with her?"
The guard looked at my ID and document. He suddenly panicked and called the radio saying something in Korean that I could not hear due to the ringing in my ears.
"Sir, please come inside. I will escort you to a private area where we will arrange a meeting." The security guard opened the door and brought me into the elevator where I awaited destiny.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime that felt like a needle to my brain. The hallway was bright, decorated with platinum records and vibrant posters of idols. Every face on the wall was smiling, a stark contrast to the grim reality tucked into my breast pocket.
The guard led me to a glass door at the end of the hall. "Please, wait here, Captain. Her manager is on the way."
I sank into a designer chair, my fractured tibia throbbing in protest. I stared at my hands. They were still trembling. I'd told mothers their sons weren't coming home; I'd told wives they were widows. But Dex wasn't just a soldier, and Sana wasn't just a "family member." They were a secret world that had just been nuked.
The door opened. A woman with a sweat suit came in, her expression was unreadable. She looked at my bandages, the Delta insignia on my shoulder, and finally, the document on the table.
"She is in the middle of a rehearsal," the manager said, her voice low. "Is this... is this about Kim Jin-young?"
I didn't speak. I placed the briefcase and opened it. Inside revealed his uniform and the Korean flag. On the very top was the blood-stained polaroid.
The manager's face went pale. She closed his eyes for a second, then nodded. "I will bring her. Please... be gentle. She has a performance tomorrow." I looked at the manager with an expressionless emotion. I don't know what will happen when she finds out.
"I am sorry for her loss. For everything." I gravely stated as I bowed to her manager.
Minutes felt like hours. I was nervously tapping my leg and felt a drip of sweat bedding down my neck.
I started thinking about everything that could happen. What should I say? How could I be here knowing that I am alive. Why is this time different from others? Why was I the one sitting here? Why did I get to feel the air in my lungs while Jinyoung was in a casket?
I kept fidgeting my leg until I saw the door open. There she was. She was very beautiful. I could see why Dex fell in love with her. She has charms that no man could resist. It just sucks that I would meet her like this.
"Ah! Captain! You have returned home!!" Sana belled out "Welcome back home!!"
Before I could reach for my crutch, she was across the room, pulling me into a hug. I gasped, my fractured ribs screaming as she pressed against my chest. Her warmth felt like poison—not because of her, but because I knew I was about to destroy that light in her eyes.
I gently eased her back, my hands trembling as I held her shoulders.
"Ah... Sana-ssi... Did Jinyoung tell you much about me?" I asked
"Yes!!! He told me about your missions and all the cool stuff you do. Before he deployed, he spoke highly of you, and I trust him when he is with you." Suddenly she looked around and did not see who she was expecting. "But.... where is he? He should have returned home with you right? Or is he staying back for another mission."
"Sana... I did not want it to be like this.. I would have done anything for him to be here instead of me..." I quietly moved my head down, staring at the pale ground.
"What do you mean? Where is he? Why aren't you looking at me?" Sana was clearly confused
"Sana... Three weeks ago, we were on an important mission where we were surprised by a bomb that wiped out the mission site. It was a trap that we did not expect. Unfortunately.."
I handed her the polaroid that he gave me.
Sana's bright smile suddenly turned dark. Her eyes that were full of light suddenly became sunken. Diamond tears ran down her face while she realized that her love was not coming home.
"No... Do not say it.. Captain.. PLEASE TELL ME HE IS ALIVE AND WELL..." Sana broke completely.
"Unfortunately, he was killed in action. He died as a hero, and he wanted to let you know that he loved you so much. I am sorry for your loss Sana. We are making arrangements for his funeral soon with his family. I will keep in touch with you. Again... I am so sorry Sana..."
Tears also begin running down my face. All the pain that I kept fighting suddenly did not matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was that Sana had just lost her world.
Author's note: Really should have posted this in november, just to mess with some of ya'll, lmk in the comments if you made it till the end 😏
tags: blowjob, JOI instructions, sex on stream 😈😜
JadeyAnh leaned back in her ergonomic gaming chair, her brunette hair cascading over her shoulders in messy, inviting waves. She looked absolutely lethal. The black top she wore was stretched to its absolute limit, the fabric straining against the massive curves of her breasts, which threatened to spill over the neckline with every breath she took.
Her washed blue zipped hoodie was barely hanging on, sliding off her shoulders to reveal a tantalizing amount of skin, while those tiny, blue lacy shorts left practically nothing to the imagination, hugging her hips and showcasing the soft curve of her thighs.
She glanced at her second monitor, where the Twitch chat was scrolling at a speed that was almost impossible to read. The hype was astronomical.
[Chat]
SimpLord69: OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS INSANE TODAY
ThirstTrap_99: Those shorts are illegal 🥵
JadeyFanBoy: IS HE ACTUALLY COMING OVER??
KinkMaster: PLEASE tell me we're getting the JOI today!
HornyHedgehog: I would literally pay 10k to be in that room right now.
Jadey smirked, a playful, predatory glint in her eyes as she looked directly into the lens of her high-def camera. "You guys have been begging for this for months," she purred, her voice a low, sultry honey. "My monthly subs have been so patient, and since so many of you girls wanted to learn how to actually handle a big cock… I decided it was time for a live demonstration. And since my boyfriend is the best sport in the world, he's agreed to be my little guinea pig."
Just then, the door to the streaming room creaked open. Y/N stepped inside, and the moment his eyes landed on Jadey, he stopped dead in his tracks. He had seen her in this outfit before, but seeing her in the glow of the ring light, knowing thousands of people were watching her every move, made her look ten times hotter. The way her breasts pushed against that black fabric made his throat go dry.
"Hey, baby," Jadey cooed, her voice dripping with flirtation. She didn't even stand up; she just looked up at him with a mischievous grin. "You're just in time. Everyone is waiting for you."
Y/N walked toward her, his gaze locked on her chest. "You look incredible, Jadey. You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"
Jadey giggled, reaching out to grab his waist and pull him closer. As he stepped between her legs, she didn't hesitate. She reached down, her small hand sliding over the denim of his jeans, firmly palming the massive, throbbing bulge that had already formed. She squeezed it, feeling the hardness of his cock beneath the fabric.
"Mmm, look at that," she whispered, though she was speaking loud enough for the mic to catch every word. "He's already so hard for me. Aren't you, big boy? Such a good boyfriend, coming in here to help me teach my fans."
Y/N groaned, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of her neck. The scent of her perfume and the warmth of her skin sent a jolt of electricity through him. He shifted his weight, his head resting on her shoulder as she continued to jerk him off through his pants, her grip tight and rhythmic.
The friction of the denim was agonizingly good. In response, Y/N reached down, his large hands finding the soft, rounded cheeks of her ass. He gripped her roughly, squeezing the flesh of her backside through the thin lace of her shorts, pulling her hips flush against his crotch.
Jadey let out a sharp, airy whimper, her back arching as she felt the strength of his grip. "Oh… fuck," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before she snapped them open to look back at the camera.
[Chat]
BigDickEnergy: HOLY SHIT HE'S HUGE
LonelyGuy: I can see the bulge from here! I'm dying!
SaltySiren: Look at how she's looking at the camera while he squeezes her…
User123: I WANT TO BE HIM. I WANT TO BE HIM SO BAD.
SimpLord69: JADEY PLEASE TAKE THEM OFF!
"You guys are so impatient," Jadey teased, her voice breathy. She pulled Y/N's chin toward her, her eyes locking onto his. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, hungry kiss. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a claim. Their tongues clashed, tasting each other, the sound of their wet slips filling the silence of the room and the audio of the stream. Jadey moaned into his mouth, her hand still working his cock through the jeans, speeding up the pace just a little.
She broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting them for a heartbeat. "Okay, okay," she whispered to Y/N, then looked back at the camera with a wink. "Time for the main event. Everyone, pay attention. This is how you start."
Jadey shifted in her chair, spreading her legs wide, the blue lacy shorts riding up even higher. She guided Y/N to sit on her lap, facing the camera, his lower body positioned perfectly in the frame. The viewers were practically screaming in the chat as Jadey reached for the button of his jeans.
"First step," Jadey instructed, her voice turning into that of a seductive teacher. "You have to build the anticipation. Don't just jump in. You want them wanting it."
Slowly, agonizingly, she undid the button and slid the zipper down. The sound of the metal teeth parting was loud and clear. She peeled the denim back, revealing his boxers, which were stretched tight over his erection. The bulge was immense, a thick, pulsing pillar of heat. Jadey didn't stop there. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slid them down slowly, inch by inch.
When his cock finally sprang free, it practically leaped toward the camera. It was massive—thick, heavy, and glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. The veins were prominent, mapping the length of his shaft like rivers of fire.
The chat absolutely exploded.
[Chat]
GigaChad: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
PornHubCEO: That is a monster! Jadey is winning at life!
SimpLord69: I'm actually crying. How is it that big??
ThirstTrap_99: LOOK AT THE VEINS. I can't breathe.
LonelyGuy: I would let her do anything to me if I had that.
Jadey stared at the cock in front of her, her own breath hitching. "Wow," she whispered, her eyes wide. "Look at this, everyone. This is what we're working with today. A real, heavy-duty piece of equipment."
She reached out, her small, pale hand contrasting sharply against the dark, flushed skin of his shaft. She didn't grip it immediately. Instead, she used her fingertips to trace the length of it, starting from the base and sliding up to the mushroom-shaped head. She circled the glans, teasing the sensitive rim, her eyes locked onto the camera, sharing the experience with her horny audience.
"Now, for the girls watching," Jadey said, her voice a sultry purr. "The secret is the grip. You don't want to squeeze too hard at first, or you'll make them finish too quickly. You want to tease. You want to make them ache."
She closed her hand around the base of his cock, her grip firm but supple. She began to slide her hand upward in a slow, agonizing stroke. She moved with a deliberate, rhythmic pace, her palm gliding over the smooth skin, feeling the heat radiating from him.
"Slow… and steady," she instructed, her eyes flicking between Y/N's face and the camera. "Feel the texture. Feel the way the veins pulse under your skin. You want to let them feel every single millimeter of your hand."
Y/N let out a low, guttural groan, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensation. "Jadey… fuck, that feels… so good."
"I know it does, baby," she whispered, leaning in to peck his cheek before returning her gaze to the viewers. "See how he reacts? That's the goal. You want them completely lost in the feeling. Now, girls, if you have your boyfriends right now, I want you to copy me. Grab them. Start slow. Make them beg."
Jadey increased the pressure slightly, her thumb rubbing over the head of his cock with every upward stroke. She was playing him like an instrument, knowing exactly how to push him to the edge without letting him fall. She leaned forward, her massive breasts pressing against Y/N's chest, the soft fabric of her top rubbing against him.
"Look at him," Jadey told the chat, her voice filled with pride. "He's getting even harder. Look at how the skin is stretching. He's so full of cum for me."
[Chat]
SimpLord69: I'm literally stroking to this right now
KinkMaster: The way she talks to the camera while doing it is so hot
User123: I wish I was that cock. I wish I was that cock.
HornyHedgehog: JADEY PLEASE GO FASTER
Y/N was losing it. The combination of the physical pleasure and the psychological thrill of being exposed to thousands of people was overwhelming. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, a heavy, aching sensation that demanded release. His cock was throbbing, the veins feeling like they were about to burst under the excruciating pleasure.
Jadey noticed. She could feel the way his muscles tensed, the way his breathing became shallow and jagged. She decided to turn up the heat.
"Oh, I think someone's getting close," she teased, her voice dropping an octave. She shifted her grip, using both hands now. One hand stayed at the base, while the other worked the top, creating a double-layered friction that sent Y/N spiraling.
She began to count, her voice acting like a metronome, guiding him toward the cliff.
"Up… and down…" she whispered. "3… 2… 1…"
She stopped abruptly, her hand clamping tight around the shaft, holding him right at the brink. She leaned in close to the camera, her eyes hooded and seductive, a small, knowing smile on her lips.
"Are you ready to cum for me, big boy?" she asked, her voice a commanding, sultry whisper.
Y/N was completely gone, his eyes glazed over, his body shaking with the effort of not exploding. "Yess… mommy… I'm so fucking close… please…"
Jadey giggled, the sound melodic and cruel. "Good boy. Now… give it all to me."
She unleashed a flurry of deep, fast, powerful strokes. Her hand became a blur, sliding up and down his length with frantic intensity. The friction was intense, the sound of her palm slapping against his skin echoing through the room. Y/N let out a loud, strangled cry, his hips bucking upward as the orgasm finally ripped through him.
A massive jet of thick, white cum erupted from his tip, splashing across Jadey's hand and spraying across his own stomach in huge, messy globs. He continued to pulse, wave after wave of release pumping out of him, coating everything in a glistening, pearlescent mess.
Jadey didn't stop immediately; she kept stroking through the climax, ensuring he drained every last drop. She looked directly into the camera, watching the chat go absolutely nuclear.
[Chat]
GigaChad: HOLY SHIT THE AMOUNT!!SimpLord69: I'VE NEVER SEEN SO MUCH CUM IN MY LIFE
ThirstTrap_99: HE PAINTED HER HAND! I'M DYING!
LonelyGuy: I can't believe I just witnessed that. Best sub money ever spent.
KinkMaster: Look at the mess! Jadey looks so proud of herself!
Jadey breathed heavily, looking down at her cum-covered hand and Y/N's messy stomach. She looked back at the camera, a triumphant, horny expression on her face. "There you have it, everyone. A perfect finish."
Jadey leaned back in her chair, her chest heaving, the adrenaline of the first round still pulsing through her veins. She looked down at the glistening mess of cum on her hand and Y/N’s stomach, a predatory, satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She didn't reach for a towel; instead, she let the viewers admire the evidence of her boyfriend's release for a few more seconds, knowing exactly what it was doing to the thousands of people watching.
"Now," she purred, her voice dropping into a low, commanding register that made the microphone peak slightly. "If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna have my boyfriend suck on my tits cause my nipples are getting so fucking hard it hurts."
The chat didn't just scroll; it became a blurred wall of white text, a digital scream of anticipation. Jadey shifted, pulling her ergonomic chair closer to the desk so that her breasts were practically touching the edge of the camera's frame. She looked directly into the lens, her eyes hooded and heavy with lust, and gave a slow, deliberate wink.
"Ready for round two, everyone? You better be," she whispered. She then looked up at Y/N, her expression softening into something hungry. "Come here, baby. Kneel between my legs and take good care of me… like only you know how."
Y/N didn't need to be told twice. He stepped forward, the air in the room thick with the scent of sex and expensive perfume. He sank to his knees, his large frame positioned perfectly between her spread thighs. The blue lacy shorts were pushed so high up her hips that the curve of her ass was almost visible to the camera.
[Chat]
SimpLord69: ROUND TWO!! WE ARE BLESSED!
ThirstTrap_99: Look at her eyes… she's absolutely starving for it.
LonelyGuy: I'm literally shaking right now. I can't believe this is happening on Twitch.
KinkMaster: THE NIPPLES! I can see them poking through the fabric!
User123: I'm jerking off so hard my hand is cramping, PLEASE START!
Y/N reached up, his hands steady but filled with desire. He gripped the edges of her washed blue hoodie, which had been clinging precariously to her shoulders. With agonizing slowness, he peeled the fabric back, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a heap of discarded cotton.
Now, Jadey was left in just her tight black top and those tiny, teasing shorts. The black fabric of the top was stretched so thin across her massive breasts that it was almost translucent, the dark circles of her areolae clearly visible, her nipples standing out like hard pebbles against the material.
(sound on)
"Now, class," Jadey said, her voice breathy as she looked back at the camera, playing the role of the seductive educator once again. "The first thing you need to understand about pleasuring a woman… is that the anticipation is half the battle. You don't just rip the clothes off. You make her ache for it. You make her feel every single inch of skin being exposed."
Y/N’s hands moved to the hem of her black top. He didn't pull it up quickly; he slid his fingers underneath the fabric, grazing the soft skin of her stomach, teasing the underside of her breasts. Jadey let out a soft, shaky moan, her head tilting back slightly.
"Mmm, yes… just like that," she whispered.
Slowly, Y/N lifted the top over her head. As the fabric cleared her chest, Jadey was revealed in nothing but a black lacy bra that looked like it was fighting a losing battle to contain her. Her breasts were magnificent—heavy, round, and overflowing from the cups, the lace straining against the sheer volume of her flesh. The underwire was digging in slightly, pushing her cleavage upward into a deep, inviting valley.
[Chat]
GigaChad: THOSE TITS ARE UNREAL!
PornHubCEO: The physics on those things… absolute perfection.
SimpLord69: I would sell my soul just to lick one of those nipples.
ThirstTrap_99: LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THEM!
LonelyGuy: I'm actually sobbing. Why am I not him?
Jadey giggled, the sound vibrating in her chest. "Now, for the final barrier," she told the chat, her voice dripping with honey. "When you're removing a bra, you want to be careful. You want to tease the edges. You want to let the breasts spill out slowly, so they can feel the cool air hit their skin before the heat of your mouth takes over."
Y/N reached behind her, his fingers deftly finding the clasp. He didn't release it immediately. He teased the hook, clicking it slightly, making Jadey squirm in her chair. She gripped the armrests, her knuckles turning white.
"Do it… baby, just do it," she whimpered.
Click.
The tension snapped, and the bra fell away. Jadey’s breasts surged forward, freed from their confinement. They were breathtaking—huge, pale globes with large, dark, erect nipples that pointed defiantly toward the camera. They swayed slightly with her breathing, the sheer weight of them making the skin stretch tight.
Jadey let out a long, shuddering breath, her eyes closing in ecstasy. "Oh god… yes…"
Y/N didn't waste another second. He leaned forward, his face disappearing into the valley of her chest. He started by kissing the soft skin between her breasts, his tongue darting out to taste the salt and sweetness of her skin. Jadey’s head snapped back against the fluffy pillow of her gaming chair, a loud, guttural moan escaping her throat.
"Ahhh! Fuck… yes, right there!"
Then, Y/N opened his mouth and latched onto one of her hard nipples. He didn't just suck; he drew her deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak before applying a firm, rhythmic suction.
Jadey’s entire body jolted. Her toes curled inside her shoes, and her fingers flew to Y/N’s hair, gripping the strands tightly and pulling him closer, urging him to drink her in.
"Mmmmmmph! Oh fuck, baby… you're sucking them so hard," she gasped, her voice breaking. She looked at the camera, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss. "Do you see this, everyone? This is how you do it. You don't just nibble… you claim them. You make her feel like she's the only thing in the world that matters."
The chat was now a chaotic storm of lust. The viewer count was skyrocketing, hitting numbers that were unheard of for a standard stream. Suddenly, a few high-profile usernames appeared in the chat, highlighted in gold and purple.
[Chat]
Valkyrae: OMG JADEY!! 🥵 Y/N, don't stop! Suck those gorgeous tits harder!FanFan: I can't believe we're seeing this live! Y/N, take care of our girl! Honestly, I'd probably join in and suck the other one myself!
SimpLord69: VALKYRAE IS WATCHING?! THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!
ThirstTrap_99: FANFAN WANTS IN! GANG BANG NEXT STREAM PLEASE!
User123: I'm fucking my girlfriend right now because of this! Jadey is a goddess!
KinkMaster: My boyfriend is literally stroking me while watching this. We're both losing it!
Jadey saw the messages and let out a loud, wet laugh, even as Y/N continued to devour her breast. "See? Even the pros agree!" she managed to choke out, her voice trembling. "Y/N… oh god, suck the other one… please, baby, I need both of them…"
Y/N shifted, his tongue leaving a glistening trail of saliva across her chest as he moved to the other nipple. He clamped down on it with a hungry intensity, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked the peak of her breast into his mouth. Jadey let out a high-pitched scream of pleasure, her hips bucking upward in the chair.
"YES! Right there! Fuck, you're milking me!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the room.
As Y/N worked on her breasts, his hands didn't stay idle. He slid them down her stomach, his palms warm against her skin, until he reached the waistband of those tiny blue lacy shorts. He could feel the heat radiating from her crotch, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. Jadey was soaking wet, her juices already seeping through the thin lace.
Y/N looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, and then glanced at the camera. He didn't need to ask. Jadey’s eyes were wide, her breathing shallow.
"Give me the full treatment, baby," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. "Take them off. I want everyone to see how much you make me leak."
Y/N reached for the edges of her shorts. He slid them down her legs with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing her tiny, matching black lace panties. They were already damp, a dark patch forming at the center where her clitoris was pulsing. Y/N hooked his fingers into the lace and pulled them down, exposing her fully to the camera.
Jadey’s pussy was a beautiful, swollen pink, her lips glistening with a thick layer of natural lubrication. Her clit was standing proud, a tiny, engorged pearl of pleasure that was twitching with every breath she took.
[Chat]
GigaChad: SHE'S SO WET! LOOK AT THAT GLISTEN!
PornHubCEO: The lighting is perfect. You can see every single fold.
SimpLord69: I'M ACTUALLY CUMMING JUST LOOKING AT HER PUSSY.
LonelyGuy: Twitch is officially better than OnlyFans. This is legendary.
ThirstTrap_99: FINGER HER! PLEASE FINGER HER!
Y/N didn't keep them waiting. He reached down, his middle finger grazing the length of her slit, collecting a dollop of her cream and rubbing it over her clitoris. Jadey let out a sharp, piercing moan, her back arching so hard that only her head and heels were touching the chair.
"Oh! Oh god! Yes! Right there!"
Y/N then slid his finger deep inside her. He let out a soft grunt as he felt how tight and hot she was. He began to fuck her with his finger, using a fast, rhythmic motion, his knuckle rubbing against her G-spot with every thrust.
"Mmmmmmph!" Jadey screamed, her voice muffled as Y/N simultaneously returned to her breasts, sucking on her nipple with a fierce intensity.
The combination of the deep internal friction and the intense stimulation of her breasts sent Jadey into a spiral of pleasure. She grabbed Y/N’s head, her fingers digging into his scalp, pulling him harder against her chest, her breasts spilling over his face as he worked her over.
"Fuck… fuck… I'm gonna… I'm gonna come!" she shrieked.
The chat was going absolutely nuclear. Donations were flooding in—$50, $100, $500—the alert sounds chiming constantly in the background, creating a chaotic symphony of money and lust.
[Chat]
User123: $100 - FUCK HER HARDER Y/N!
KinkMaster: $200 - MAKE HER SCREAM FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO HEAR!
SimpLord69: I'm literally fucking my girlfriend's face right now watching this!
LonelyGuy: $500 - BEST STREAM IN THE HISTORY OF THE INTERNET!
Jadey’s breathing became a series of short, jagged gasps. Her internal muscles clamped down on Y/N’s finger, milking him as her first orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body shuddered, her legs shaking violently as she let out a long, drawn-out moan that sounded like a prayer.
"AHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! YES! FUCK!"
She collapsed back into the chair, her chest heaving, her nipples still glistening from Y/N’s mouth. But Y/N wasn't done. He knew how she worked. He knew that once she peaked, she was only more sensitive, more open to pleasure.
He didn't pull his finger out. Instead, he added a second finger, stretching her open, the sound of the wet, squelching friction filling the audio of the stream. He began to pump her again, faster this time, his thumb circling her clit with a relentless, grinding pressure.
Jadey’s eyes flew open, her pupils dilated. "No… wait… I just… ahhh! Oh fuck, don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"
She looked into the camera, her face flushed, a thin layer of sweat coating her skin. "You see… this… this is how you treat a woman," she panted, her voice trembling. "You don't let her… just have one… you push her… you push her until she can't even remember her own name…"
Y/N increased the pace, his fingers blurring as he hammered into her. He could feel her walls pulsing around him, the heat increasing. Jadey was losing it again, her moans turning into incoherent whimpers and screams. She was gripping Y/N's hair so hard she was practically pulling his face into her cleavage.
With one final, powerful thrust of his fingers and a sharp pinch of her clitoris, Jadey exploded. Her second orgasm was even more intense than the first, a violent wave of pleasure that left her completely spent. She let out a guttural scream, her body locking up in a powerful spasm before she finally went limp in the chair, her legs falling open wide, exposing her dripping, ruined pussy to the thousands of viewers.
The silence that followed was only broken by the sound of Jadey’s heavy breathing and the frantic, scrolling noise of the Twitch chat.
[Chat]
GigaChad: SHE LITERALLY BROKE.
PornHubCEO: That was a masterpiece. Pure art.
SimpLord69: I've never seen a woman look that satisfied in my life.
ThirstTrap_99: Look at her… she's completely glazed over. Y/N is a god.
Valkyrae: DAMN JADEY! I think you need a nap after that! 🥵
FanFan: I'm officially a fan of Y/N. What a legend.
User123: I just finished. My girlfriend just finished. We both thank you, Jadey.
Jadey slowly blinked, looking up at Y/N with a look of pure adoration. She reached up, stroking his cheek with a trembling hand. Then, she looked back at the camera, a tired but triumphant smile on her face.
"Well," she whispered, her voice a raspy shadow of its former self. "I think that's enough for one day… unless you guys want to pay for a third round?"
The chat exploded once more, the donations spiking even higher, as the world watched the most explicit, legendary stream in the history of the platform.
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The Dark Horse Loona Ending Pt. 1 - Loona's Disbandment
Pre-story notes: In this version, Loona never made it back.
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*June 18, 2023
Oh shit... Here we go again...
I woke up, feeling the dawn of the day come in until-
"Ow..."
My hand hit something foreign, something I haven't felt before. I looked down to find the new reality I somehow find myself with.
Im Yeojin was sleeping soundly underneath my arms, her tiny little frame curled up like a kitten against my side. She looked so soft and squishy, with her cheeks pressed against my ribs and a tiny, cute pout on her lips.
Yet underneath that cute furball was an eager and now cock hungry little girl constantly pouncing on my dick! I thought, Jeez! What did I do to turn this innocent looking idol into a little sex addict? I thought, did I really just spent nearly two days fucking this girl like there was no tomorrow? I may not have a fight announced yet, but I've never taken a leave of absence in the gym just to be in bed with a girl, a girl like Im Yeojin.
I thought, Man. How did it come to this? It was last Friday night when I got a call out of nowhere. It was an unknown number, a possible prank or scam call waiting to be taken. But when I took the call, I recognized the voice immediately. It was Im Yeojin, the tiny little idol who professed her love to me back in February.
I made her wish come true that day, showing up into her show where I offered her a Valentine’s date later on. I didn't think I would get laid with an idol later on, she was my first and so far my only kpop artist that I shared a bed with, unless you count Heize Noona. I haven't heard from her since then.
A few months went by and I suddenly got a call from the small bean and she was crying on the phone. Gosh, I could never forget the sadness in her voice when she told me her story. She and her groupmates had just left Blockberry Entertainment, their agency and they all had to leave their rented apartment suddenly.
The girls went through different places just trying to get by and Im Yeojin was at a park with a stroller bag that had all her belongings. I thought, Shit! I couldn't just leave that girl out on the streets! She was too small and so far away from our home city in Daegu.
I had to let the girl in. The moment I saw her on that park bench, I couldn’t help but reach out to her, hugging her like she was the little sister that I never had. She was a crying mess, a tiny, shivering ball of anxiety and heartbreak, and the thought of her being alone in Seoul made my chest tighten. So, I told her to stay with me. I didn’t care if the paparazzis found us. I just wanted to make sure she was safe.
I wasn't surprised if taking her in would lead us to fucking later on. What did surprise me however was the sheer audacity and eagerness she had displayed ever since we did the first round. The first round led to another, then another, and another, to the point where I asked myself, Oh shit, what day is it already?
I took a peek at my digital clock where it said 05:15 AM, 2023-06-18, Sunday. Fuck! Has it really been that long already?!?! Two fucking days?!?! I thought, Shit! When was the last time I did all nighters? The kind that says I didn't leave my house because I was fucking for two days straight?
"Oppa..." Yeojin’s voice suddenly drifted through the air, a tiny and sleepy whisper.
She stirred against me, rubbing her eyes with her small fists and blinking up at me with those big eyes that looked far too innocent for the things we just did for nearly forty-eight hours.
"Morning, Sweety..." I greeted her back.
I kissed the girl's head, my arms finally cooperating as I snuggled the little girl tighter. Her small body was like a life-sized plushy, she probably is one if you asked me. Yeojin hummed, her face rubbing against my chest like she was trying to merge herself into my skin. It was kind of crazy to think that just a few months ago, she was a cute and polished idol on a screen, and now she was just a sleepy, messy-haired girl in my bed.
"Mianhae..." She said suddenly.
"Are you really gonna say that again?" I couldn't help but chuckle, knowing this was probably the Nth time she had apologised for coming into my turf.
"But I am, Oppa... I got you absent because of me..." She whimpered.
"I promise I won't be long... I'll head back to Daegu after lunch and-... Mmmh..."
I silenced her with a kiss. I thought, Gosh, even after all that's happened, this girl was still so timid. It was kind of adorable, really. Her lips tasted like sleep and sweetness, and the way she melted into me made my heart flip. She was so tiny that I felt like I could just swallow her whole if I wasn't careful.
"No rush... Don't be in a hurry, Sweety..." I uttered.
I promised to keep this girl safe. I'll do anything to get her out of harm's way. Not even an army of tabloids can stop me from taking care of her. I'm a fighter, and my biggest fight right now is making sure this girl has eaten and gets home safe. I can't let her feel alone in the city. She's just a small bean who needs a place to belong, and for now, my arms were that place.
And that was when our lips met once more, deeper this time, the kind that says I need you like I can't breathe. I flipped the girl over and got on top. This was probably the infinite time I found myself in this position.
I stole a glance at my mirror and I still could not fathom the sheer size difference of me. She was so small, her head barely aligned past my shoulders, my neck nearly folded in half just to reach down to kiss her lips like they were lures trying to pull me deeper into a dream.
"Ah..." She shivered when my tip touched her clit.
It was a sound that I should've been familiar with already at this point. I should've known already how she would respond to my touch like that. Yet every time she did, my body just reacted.
I pushed in without question. This was how my body reacted ever since I had her underneath my sheets! She was like the most forbidden secret I had access to. The sheer size of her small cunt made me feel like a monster, a giant pushing himself deep inside a human female who just so happened to be shorter than your average college student.
I thought, Fuck me! She had the tightest cunt ever! Literally! Even after all the pounding I gave her, Yeojin's snatch still felt like our first time, the very first entry when I broke her hymen and took her into womanhood!
I look down where the sight of what I see would rile any man up. Her stomach bulged up when I fully filled her clit. I was deep inside this girl's womb, my tip breaching way too far ahead from where her cervix was supposed to be. She was everything that felt so wrong yet so right!
"Oh my god, Yeojin..." I couldn't help but mutter.
After everything we've been through, you'd think her sanctum would've moved an inch to accommodate me. But no! They stayed exactly where they were, her walls clamping down on me tighter than any chokehold that I knew. To say I was in utter pain would've been an understatement, but Yeojin's cunt was the kind of pain I was willing to thrust myself back into.
"Oh my g-god... O-Oppa... S-So... Good..."
She whimpered when I started to move. The girl reacted at the slightest inch of movements. God, she was so small and so sensitive that even the slightest millimeter of friction caused her to clench harder around me.
I started slowly, deliberately so. No frantic pounding yet — just a gradual, deep roll of my hips, sinking into her inch by inch until I bottomed out again. The sight of it all was fucking obscene! My dick looked so big disappearing completely inside her little frame, the bulge in her lower stomach rising visibly with every careful thrust. She was impossibly tight, tighter than any woman I'd ever been with.
Even after two straight days of this — after I'd already stretched her out over and over — her cunt was still gripping me like a vice. It’s like she was custom-made for me, her tiny little frame struggling to take every thick inch of me yet greedy for more at the same time.
"Fuck... Yeojin," I groaned, my voice strained as I held myself deep inside her, letting her adjust.
"How are you still this tight?"
She whimpered beneath me, her small eyes glassy and half-lidded, cheeks flushed pink.
"B-Because... Oppa is so big..." She responded, her voice a broken little mewl.
"It’s like... Oppa's splitting me open... every time..."
I pulled back almost all the way, watching her tight entrance stretch around my shaft, glistening with her arousal, before sliding back in just as slowly.
The drag was exquisite — her inner walls dragging along every vein, fluttering and squeezing in waves as if her body was fighting to keep me inside. Because of her size, I felt everything: the way her cervix kissed my tip when I was fully seated, the subtle bulge moving under her soft skin, the way her thighs trembled and tried to close around my waist but couldn't because I was holding them open.
I kept the pace gradual, savoring it. Long, deep strokes that made her gasp and shudder with every thrust. I'd grind against her clit at the end of each one, watching her back arch off the bed, her small breasts jiggling slightly with the motion.
Her whole body was so responsive — every little movement from me sending visible ripples through her. A slight increase in pressure and her toes curled. A deeper angle and her voice cracked into that high-pitched whine I was now addicted to.
"You're taking me so well, Sweetie," I murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in another kiss while I rocked into her steadily.
My larger frame completely covered hers, my weight pressing her deeper into the mattress. Yeojin moaned into my mouth, her legs wrapping around me as best as they could — they didn't even reach all the way around my back.
"Oppa... more... please..." She was panting now, her small hips starting to lift to meet my thrusts.
The contrast between her innocent, sleepy face from moments ago and this cock-hungry expression made my blood run hot. I thought, Shit! I'd turned the shy idol into this, and she was loving every second of it! I started picking up the rhythm, still controlled but deeper, letting the wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill my room. Her tightness never eased — if anything, the more I fucked her, the more she clamped down, like her body was trying to milk me dry.
“Ahhh!!! Oppa!!! Oppa!!!”
She was screaming now! I still found it rather odd that I haven't had someone come knocking on my door for a noise complaint! I was sure the decibels of Yeojin's voice and the constant hard slaps I've given her ricocheted throughout my unit. I do not recall the landlords telling me that the walls were soundproof.
I could feel her getting close already, her walls pulsing rhythmically around me, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"That's it, baby," I growled softly against her ear, one hand sliding down to hold her tiny waist, my fingers easily wrapping most of the way around her.
"Cum for me. Let it all out..."
Her whole body suddenly tensed beneath me like a bowstring pulled taut. Her small frame locked up completely as the orgasm slammed into her.
“Oppa—! I’m— I’m cumming!! Ahhhh!!!”
She came hard, her voice screaming my name.
Her walls clamped down around my cock in powerful, rhythmic spasms, fluttering and milking me with unbelievable strength for such a small girl. Her body convulsed violently under me — thighs shaking, back arching sharply off the bed, and her toes curling tight.
I felt a hot flood of her juices gushing around my crotch, squirting messily with every pulse as she kept cumming and cumming, soaking my abs, her own thighs, and my already ruined sheets. Her stomach bulged even more with each involuntary clench, her sensitive little cunt gripping me like it never wanted to let go.
God, it was all too much! Her own peak triggered mine in an instant — that vise-like squeeze, the heat, and the way her small frame thrashed pushed me straight over the edge.
“Fuck— Yeojin—!” I grunted deeply, hips jerking forward as I buried myself as deep as I could go.
My cock throbbed hard inside her, pulsing powerfully as I started to burst. I felt the thick ropes of me flooding her insides, her womb specifically. I couldn’t feel myself stop — wave after wave pumped into her until it was leaking out around my shaft, mixing with her own juices.
I stayed there, buried deep and grinding slowly through the aftershocks, savoring how her small cunt kept fluttering weakly around me even as we both came down. My heart was pounding like I’d just finished 10 rounds of MMA. Hell, it was more than that already at this point!
I thought, Fuck… how many times have I filled her up already? I thought, still panting as I looked down at her blissed-out face. Has it been at least a dozen loads? Or maybe even more? I’d lost count already somewhere between the endless rounds — morning, afternoon, and deep into the night.
Every time I pulled out, my cum would drip from her swollen little cunt, only for me to push it back in with my fingers or my cock minutes later. And now another one was flooding her womb.
I couldn't help but sense a dark thrill through me. She was so small, so fertile… What if she was actually pregnant? It has been nearly two days and this girl has promised me to take the pill. Yet I haven't even seen a glimpse of her taking up anything.
“Yeojina… Please… Can we just-...”
“Fuck my ass…” She said suddenly.
“Take my ass too, Oppa… Please… Fuck me there as well…” She replied.
I thought, Oh God… Not there as well…
Remember when I said Yeojin's cunt was the tightest thing I've ever felt? Well guess what, I lied…
If navigating Yeojin's cunt was like driving a manual sedan through rough terrain, navigating her ass was like driving a manual pickup through a shanty town like in Brazil.
That level of tightness was something that questioned my life's decisions. As heavenly as they may have felt, the grip of her rectum was so tight I thought she’d cut off my dick at some point. Imagine having to tell the doctors that…
And yet before I could even protest, the girl managed to push me off my side where there was enough space for her to roll on her bottom and present her tiny little ass to me. Those buns of hers were plump for someone her size. She reached back with one hand, spreading herself shyly, her puckered little hole visibly twitching.
I swallowed hard at the sight of it.
“Yeojina, you sure? We’ve already gone so hard…”
“Yes, I'm sure, Oppa…” she whimpered, wiggling her hips back toward me.
“I promise this is the last…” She insisted.
“Oh, you better…”
That was all it took for me! One last hurrah and I'm legit tapping out! I positioned myself behind her, gripping her narrow waist with both hands. Even like this, our size difference was fucking ridiculous! It's like I was Francis Ngannou looming over your average girl, my cock looking unrealistically thick against her small entrance.
And with that, I pressed my swollen head against her rectum, rubbing it in slow circles to spread the slickness. She shivered hard, letting out a soft, nervous moan. Then, I pushed forward gently at first, just the tip.
But FUCK BRO! The resistance was immediate! Her asshole was even tighter than virgin-tight! It clenched instinctively against the intrusion like it was trying to push me out. It took real pressure — slow, steady pressure — before the head finally popped inside with an audible wet sound.
“Ahh—! O-oppa… S-So big…” she gasped, fingers clawing at my sheets.
I groaned deeply, the feeling overwhelming. I've said this many times, but her ass was unbelievably tight — tighter than anything I’d ever felt! The ring of muscle gripped the head of my cock like a hot burning rubber band, squeezing rhythmically as she adjusted.
Millimeter after millimeter, I worked my way deeper, watching her tiny hole stretching obscenely wide around my shaft. The heat of it all was so intense, the friction so painful because of how good it felt. Every inch deeper felt like her body was fighting me, the walls rippling and clamping down in waves that made my vision blur.
“Shit, Yeojin… Y-Your ass… Y-You're… F-Fuck… This better be the last…” I muttered, voice beyond strained.
Halfway in and I already felt like bottoming out. Her tiny body trembled beneath me, soft whimpers and gasps spilling from her lips with every tiny thrust forward.
And after what felt like forever, I thought, Finally! I had truly bottomed out — my hips flush against her soft ass cheeks, my entire length buried inside the hottest, tightest hole imaginable.
I stayed there for like a long moment, trying to let her adjust. The grip was so strong like she was trying to pull me even deeper. And when I finally started moving — slow, careful rolls at first — the drag was both exquisite and brutal at the same time.
“F-Feels so full… O-Oppa… S-So deep…”
Every withdrawal felt like her ass didn’t want to let me go, and every push back met that same vise-like resistance, the tight ring stretching and squeezing along every vein. I let the girl moan loudly at her own accord, pushing back against me despite the intensity.
I leaned over her completely, my chest against her back, one arm wrapping around her tiny frame as I started fucking her a little harder, still controlled but deep. I thought, Shit! This was heaven and hell wrapped in one tiny perfect package!
I stayed buried to the hilt inside her impossibly tight ass, the heat and pressure so intense it made my vision swim. Every slow roll of my hips dragged that burning-hot ring of muscle along my shaft, the friction exquisite and almost too much at the same time. Yeojin’s small body trembled under me, soft, broken moans spilling from her lips with every careful thrust.
“Fuck, Yeojin… you’re perfect,” I groaned against the back of her neck, one arm locked tightly around her tiny waist.
“I love you, Sweety… Oppa loves you… Remember that…” I added.
“I love you too, Oppa… I love you—” She sobbed, her voice cracking as the intensity built.
I sped up just a little more, my hips snapping forward, her little ass starting to feel more like jagged rocks.
“Oppa—! I’m— I’m cumming again—!”
Before I could react, her ass suddenly clamped down hard, fluttering and spasming wildly around my cock as she came hard. The contractions milked me mercilessly, the heat and pressure finally tipping me over the edge.
“F-Fuck— Yeojin—!” I roared, burying myself as deep as I could go.
I felt my dick throbbing violently, thick ropes of cum flooding her tight little ass in heavy, endless pulses. I kept grinding against her, filling her completely while her thin body trembled and squeezed every last drop out of me. The feeling of it all was overwhelming—her tiny frame shaking beneath mine, both of us locked together in the same blinding peak.
We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, my larger body draped protectively over her smaller one. I pressed soft, lingering kisses to the back of her neck and shoulder, still buried deep inside her.
“I love you,” I whispered one more time, voice low and sincere.
“I love you too, Oppa…” she whispered back, exhausted but content, her small hand reaching back to find mine.
I stayed inside her a few more seconds, savoring the residual flutters of her tiny ass around my cock. Then, slowly, carefully, I pulled out.
The moment the swollen head of my cock finally slipped free, the sight that greeted me stopped me cold.
Im Yeojin was an absolute mess.
Her plump little ass cheeks were flushed and slightly spread, her freshly used hole gaping just a fraction from how thoroughly I’d stretched it. Thick, creamy ropes of my cum immediately started leaking out of her rectum in heavy, slow drips, trailing down the soft curve of her ass cheeks and dripping onto the already ruined sheets.
Some of it had already mixed with the earlier mess still coating her swollen pussy and inner thighs—my previous loads that had never fully dried, now joined by fresh cum sliding down from her ass and coating everything in a shiny, sticky glaze. Her tiny hole twitched weakly, pushing out another thick glob that slowly oozed down toward her used cunt, connecting both entrances in a filthy white trail.
She looked thoroughly claimed. Completely wrecked. So much for her idol image…
My cum was everywhere—on her ass, dripping from her pussy, and smeared across the soft skin of her thighs and lower back. The size difference only made the view more obscene: such a small body marked by me.
I swallowed hard, still catching my breath as I stared at the wreckage I’d made of her.
“Fuck, Yeojin” I muttered, voice rough. “Look at you…”
She let out a soft, tired whimper, still face-down and trembling slightly, too spent to even close her legs. I finally reached out and gently stroked her back.
“Alright… That’s enough for now. Let's REALLY get cleaned up now…”
***
"Woah! Neomu masisseo!" Yeojin chirped as I watched her slurp on her ramyeon like the cutest little thing, like she did not just make me go 2 more rounds on her in the showers.
"Guess we did end up getting that ramen after all..." I joked back.
Meanwhile, as I ate, my thoughts were still at the fact that I just spent forty-eight hours in a state of total delirium. It wasn't just the sheer frequency; it was the intensity. This was like my fight with Liam Harrison back in Bangkok minus the head concussions.
It was SO not like this when I had Yooa Noona last year. I took my time with her and actually took breaks. But Yeojin, oh dear. I could only wonder how much did her Unnies really know their maknae?
"So, I'll see you next week?" She suddenly inquired, waking me from my thoughts.
"Y-Yes, Sweety... At least I have a reason now to visit home once in a while..." I replied.
I let out one loud sigh of relief, the exhaustion finally waning down as I finished my bowl in one go.
"So what's it going to be, Yeojin? What are you gonna do after this?" I inquired.
The girl didn't respond, not yet. She contemplates for a while, her small chopsticks pausing mid-air as she stared into the depths of her leftover broth.
"I really don't know, Oppa..." She simply replied.
"I'll figure things out back home and decide if I'll try to be a singer again or just move on and do something else entirely." She added.
There was a silence that settled between us, heavy and thick, as the reality of her situation drifted back into the room. The highs of the last two days were now fading, replaced by the cold truth that she now had no contract and no home.
"You'll figure it out... If you need anything, call me okay?" I say as I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to my side.
I give the girl a kiss on the side of her head. I didn't mind if the paparazzis were there. She was not an idol now, just an ordinary citizen, a cute and sexy one rather.
"Thank you, Oppa... For everything..." She whispered, leaning her head against my shoulder.
I could feel her trembling slightly, not from the cold or from the aftermath of the sex, but from the sheer instability of her life. One day she was center stage under blinding spotlights, and the next, she was a displaced person sleeping in my bed, her entire career erased in a whirlwind of legal battles and corporate greed.
"Cha... Let's get you home... Your train's nearly there…”
Notes: I know there have been plenty of folks that asked for this. Now you’re gonna get it. These will be my stories for Han Eunsu while his series is on hold.
It has been 2 days since I last saw Sana. Our awaited meeting has had devastating consequences. She has not been the same after the news. TWICE had a schedule with a variety show, but Sana had decided to not attend citing that she had personal schedules that she needed to attend to. It was probably for the best anyways.
I wish I could reverse time and bring him back in exchange for my life. Nothingless, I am still here. I was in the hospital room for a routine evaluation of my injuries, and the doctors say that I am recovering well. However, no doctor could fix the hollowed-out feeling in my chest. I looked at the freshly pressed uniform hanging on the back of the door that has seen many ceremonies.
Today was the day we said goodbye to Dex
A nurse knocked on my door and I gestured for them to come in. "Sir, before you leave. Someone wants to see you." A nurse said. I was not
expecting any guests as my other comrades were getting ready from their respective situations. Though I was curious.
"Who is it?" I asked.
Suddenly a slim figure walked in.
"It's me..." Sana said. I was not expecting her to be here.
"Ah. Sana... It has been a bit... Are you okay?" It was obvious that she cried a lot since that day, but nothing can deny how strong of a woman she is.
"I don't know," she whispered. "But I wanted to see you before the service. Mind if I sit?"
I gestured to the edge of the bed. As she sat, the weight of everything—the mission, the blast, the blood-stained photo—hit me all at once. Seeing her here, in the quiet of the hospital, made it all too real.
" Sana... I can't do this.. I cannot watch my best friend be lowered into a ground... I should have known there was a switch. I should have been faster. I could have saved him, Sana..." Suddenly seeing Sana here with me broke me. I felt so vulnerable. I let myself cry again. All the emotion washing out.
I felt a small, warm grip around my hand. "Ah... you are such a loyal friend. Can I tell you something?" She held my hand and looked me in the eye. The same eyes that loved him.
I gave her a nod and she gripped my hand harder. "Jinyoung told me to always be prepared for anything... He told me that being in the UDT came with a price. I just never expected that he would be gone so soon... He told me that you would be the person to blame yourself because of the responsibility you carry, and I want you to know that Jinyoung would be happy seeing you alive and well.." Sana sniffed and gripped my hand harder with a tear tracing down her cheek.
"So, we're going to do this together. For him."
The cemetery was shrouded in a light mist that signaled the mood. Because of Sana's status, the agency had arranged for a private viewing an hour before the official military honors began. Her members even came out to support her. Their love was unmatched for their member that was suffering.
I stood in my dress blues, the medals on my chest feeling like stone weights against my healing ribs. I held Sana's arm, acting as her physical and emotional anchor. She was veiled, her face hidden from the world, but I could feel the tremors racking her small frame.
As we approached the casket, Jinyoung's parents were already there. His mother looked at my bandages and my crutch, then at the veiled woman on my arm. She didn't need to be told who Sana was; she saw the way Sana's hand gripped mine.
"Captain. Thank you for returning our son home." Jinyoung's father said with the stoicism that Jinyoung has heard throughout his life.
I stood as straight as my injuries allowed and saluted. "I am sorry, sir. I should have brought him home whole. I failed him."
The mother stepped forward and did something I didn't expect. She didn't slap me or scream. She took my hand and Sana's hand, joining them together over her son's casket. "He loved you both more than his own life," she whispered. "Do not let his sacrifice be in vain by living in guilt."
Bobby, Jin, Wonho, and a dozen other UDT and Delta operators emerged from the mist. They formed a silent semi-circle around the casket.
One by one, the men stepped forward. They reached up to their own chests, unpinning their gold UDT Tridents or Delta pins. Then, with a hollow thud, they slammed their palms against the wooden casket, driving the metal pins deep into the lid.
Thwack. Thwack.
Each blow echoed through the silent trees. When it was my turn, I let go of Sana's hand for a moment. I looked down at Jinyoung's face through the glass one last time. I unpinned my own badge, the metal biting into my palm.
THUD!!
The vibration traveled up my arm, rattling my fractured bones, but I didn't wince. "Rest easy, brother," I whispered. "I've got her. I promise."
The official ceremony began shortly after. The rifles of the 21 gun salute echoed through the cherry blossoms slowly raining down on the casket.
As the bugler began to play Taps, I pulled Sana closer. To the rest of the military world, I was a Captain looking out for a "friend of the deceased." But beneath the veil, Sana was weeping silently, her head resting against my shoulder.
When the flag was folded into a perfect triangle, the officer in charge didn't hand it to a wife or a mother. Jinyoung's mother had requested it be given to me.
I took the flag, the heavy wool smelling of gunpowder and rain, and immediately turned to Sana. I didn't give it to her in front of the cameras. I shielded her with my body, tucked the flag into my arms and whispered, "Let's get you out of here."
We made it back to the car, and Sana took off her veil. Time starts to slow down as the veil revealed her face slowly. At this point, I realized why she stole Dex's heart. Her face was sculpted like a statue that belonged to the finest museums. Her jaw and cheek bones are as sharp as a knife and her eyes are always so expressive. I stepped out of my trance when Sana caught my gaze. "Ah Captain.. are you alright?" She asked as she finally settled into the car.
"Yes Sana. I will be. Let's go back to JYP."
Since she is a busy idol, I drive her back to her agency where I will exchange the folded flag. We got out of the car, and we stood in front of the back entrance to the company.
Sana reached out to my arms and held them. "It was nice meeting you Captain... I wish we would have met on better terms, but fate really had us meet on these circumstances." Sana softly said. Her eyes drifted down to mourn the loss, and that was when I spoke up which seemed to have lifted her face.
"It has been an honor meeting you Sana-ssi. As promised from Jinyoung... he would have wanted you to have this."
As a symbol of finally returning Jinyoung home, I decided to present his flag with his memorabilia to her. Although her grip on my arm was soothing, I needed to do this. I silently presented her the folded flag with his beret. It felt like a weight being lifted off my shoulders in a way because I finally got over blaming myself for his loss. I had kept my promise. I had brought him home to the person who mattered most.
Sana looked at the flag, and took it upon herself and held it close to her chest. Taking in the symbolism while holding to the last pieces of Jinyoung. She smiled at me and spoke calmly.
"For what it is worth, let's exchange numbers, so that we can stay in contact. Is that okay with you?" Sana's eyes widened and she gave a cute expression. The pureness of her heart was slowly starting to melt the scars from my heart.
"Yes," I smiled, and for the first time, it didn't feel forced. "Anything for you, Sana."
Sana pulled out her phone and airdropped her information. "Jinyoung would be proud of you for not blaming yourself."
Later that night
The hotel room was quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of Seoul's nightlife filtering through the glass. For the first time in weeks, I didn't immediately reach for the painkillers. For the first time in weeks, my dreams were silent.
I sat on the edge of the bed and slowly unbuttoned my dress uniform. The medals clinked as I laid the jacket across a chair. I caught my reflection in the mirror. The burns running down my neck to the arms were slowly scabbing up. The jagged scar where the shrapnel was removed on my abdomen was large. And a familiar look with my baggy eyes. God I need some sleep.
I looked like a man who had been to the edge. But I didn't look like a man who wanted to stay there.
Ping!! Ping!!
The green bubble showed up on my phone which illuminated the dark room. It was from Sana.
Sana: I put the flag in a safe place. It's right next to the award he gave me for my last comeback. It feels like he's finally resting now.
Sana: Also... don't forget to ice your leg. You were limping when you walked away. Captain's orders, okay?
I stared at the screen for a long time. It was such a "Sana" thing to say which was cute. Trying to play captain on me now huh. I could almost hear Jinyoung's laugh in the back of my head, telling me I was a lucky bastard for having her look after me.
I typed back a short reply: I'm icing it now. Sleep well, Sana. You earned it.
She replied back almost instantaneously. "Good night!!"
I laid back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. The high-pitched ringing in my ears was there, but it was quieter now. It was muffled by the memory of her smile and the weight of the promise I'd kept.
Tomorrow, the physical therapy would continue but most importantly, I would need to figure out life without a mission and without the military.
But tonight, for the first time since that clear night in the plane, I closed my eyes and didn't see the red blinking light. I just saw the way the wind caught Sana's hair at the cemetery.
I wasn't just a survivor anymore. I was a guardian.
And as sleep finally pulled me under, I realized that maybe, just maybe, the mission hadn't ended at the compound. It had just changed.
